#rob Benedict x you

[kneworder]

the x-ray feature on prime originals is so ridiculous. on regular stuff it's trivia people posted and upvoted on the IMDB page and then on their in-house shows it's the most useless pithy contrived 'trivia' functioning as pointless commentary written by people who didn't write the show and aren't rabid superfans but have been assigned this task regardless. on apocalypse now the x-ray over the first scene with clean will say 'laurence fishburne was 14 when production began in 1976. He lied about his age, a common practice for men under 18 during American wars.' on season 4 of the boys butcher says 'lenny was my brother' which was a fact we learned about in detail last season and the x-ray will say 'lenny is butcher's younger brother who he was very protective of when they were kids.' like wow thank you i had no idea.

[fayes-fics]

A Cure For Boredom

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Benedict finds a cure for your boredom during a party

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, dom/sub undertones, semi-public sex, vaginal fingering, makeshift blindfolds, edging, dirty talk, quickie vaginal sex, mentions of gagging and exhibitionism.

Word Count: 1.5k

Authors note: Not a request fill, but I went where my muse requested as it's been so long since it let me write anything. This started life as an idle idea I had scribbled for a different fic, but it's decided to be a one-shot instead. I'm hoping this means my writing muse is returning. Enjoy <3

The makeshift blindfold he has made from one of your silk stockings drags over your eyelashes as you blink rapidly. Stifling a moan and shuddering as his teeth graze your neck, knowing you are pushing the boundaries of his rules by making any noise but unable to stop yourself. 

“Silence,” he reminds, the tone dripping with bemusement. “Or I cease.” You fold your lips under your teeth and bite down in an attempted display of obedience. “That’s better.” You can practically hear the predatory smile in his tone.

With your sight robbed, your other senses are heightened. A spike of fear pulses through your bloodstream, and your head jerks to the left as you hear people talking, or rather gossiping, loudly as they stroll by, likely quaffing champagne. It sounds like they are in the same room even though you know a thick door separates you. 

“It is alright; they have no reason to come in here,” he reassures, as your fingernails claw apprehensively at the polished, sturdy mahogany bookcase he has you sprawled against. “Besides, my darling, you were the one who stated you were bored at this soirée a scant twenty minutes ago,” he points out laconically, biting your earlobe gently before adding, “You are not bored now, are you?

You shake your head rapidly, feeling his hot breath dusting your cheekbone.

“Good,” he says duskily. “Now, where were we?”

It’s rhetorical. He knows exactly where he was—setting you a challenge as wonderful as it is awful. To stay completely silent as he fingers you mercilessly. Indeed, three of his long shapely digits are buried deep inside you, his knuckles stretching your pussy walls wide, clinging to him, his thumb teasing your clit. Your spine is resting on what are likely priceless leather-bound tomes, and he has one of your feet hitched onto a low shelf, your dress gathered around his forearm. No doubt, the host of this party wished for his private library to be off-limits for this evening’s party. Trust Benedict to flout any and all suggested rules.

Quiet whimpering through your nostrils is your begging, asking him not to edge you anymore. You feel strung out and sweaty, needing release more than anything. The frill of his shirt cuff tickles your inner thigh, and his steely cock brandishes your hip through his britches, teasing you with possibility. Part of you wants him to unbutton and just fuck you so hard that every book, from floor to ceiling, is rattled from its elegant place.

“Please, Benedict,” you mewl under your breath, writhing on his fingers, frustrated he’s not quite giving enough to push you over the precipice he has you dangled over.

His responding laugh contains an edge of menace. “But where is the fun for me, my darling, if I cannot make this a proper challenge? Bring you close to ecstasy as many times as I wish, as you have to stay quiet.” You just know his eyes are glittering darkly even though you are unable to see them.

“I cannot be silent,” you murmur, “you feel too good,” hoping the flattery will make him take pity and finally let you over the edge.

“You can and you will,” he counters, smirkingly, not taking the bait.

In fact, he even withdraws his fingers from you, a lewd, drenched sound as he does so. You pout and whine in protest as his fingertips trail wetness down the leg that still touches the floor.

“If you don’t stay silent, I’ll just gag you with your other stocking, my love,” his threat dripping like honey into your ear as he toys with the ribbon holding your other stocking aloft.

“Please make me come,” you stumble in reply, your pussy weeping, missing his plundering touch on that little spongy spot inside that makes rainbows dance across your eyelids.

“Hmmm, but I rather like you like this,” he argues back.

The hand that was teasing you appears from under your dress and rises to paint your juices over your puffy lips, darkened from your teeth biting down on them. The tart flavour seeps into your mouth as your skin feels like it is shimmering over your bones, needing to come so much that you are practically shaking. 

“Perhaps I shall change my mind. Perhaps you need not peak after all. I rather like the idea of taking you back to our seats right now, dripping down your legs for me, trembling with need. Making you sit through this interminably dull evening absolutely on fire,” the ominous filth he intones into your ear makes you gasp hard.

“Please do not,” you beseech, hands clutching at his sharply tailored cropped wool jacket, wishing you could plead with your eyes. “Please, husband, have mercy.” It’s an abject plea, wanting to tear off your blindfold. Instead, you pitch forward, seeking his kiss, lips pursed, your own desire still glistening upon them.

“I love you like this,” he rumbles, lips ghosting your teasingly but not kissing properly. “So desperate for me.” 

“Fuck me,” you whisper harshly as he snarls and finally takes your lips in a bruising kiss.

“We will surely be heard if I do that,” his answer garbled around your tongue.

“I don’t care. Let them find us; let them watch,” it’s words spoken from need, desires running roughshod over your usual boundaries.

He inhales sharply and cups your jaw, pushing the blindfold off your face and onto your head, seeking your eyes, the source of truth.

“You would let me do that?” he rags breathlessly, his gaze burning yours as you squint to readjust even in the low candlelight. “You would let me fuck you while others watch?” As he asks, he ruts hotly into your hip, his cock a warm mass you can feel through your gauzy dress.

“I would let you do anything to me,” you confess honestly. “Especially like this,” you point out, bucking your hips towards him, seeking friction against your aching, abandoned clit.

“Fuck… I love you,” Benedict wheezes and kisses the very breath from you, invading your mouth and making you swoon towards him. His passion can often be like a storm, and today is no different. 

You almost cry in victory when you feel him attack his trouser buttons, heaving breaths. Then he pushes you back into the bookcase with a force that almost winds you, his cock plunging into your soaked channel with no preamble, splitting you open and making you convulse hard around him, already coming from this alone, so long denied.

His hand clamps over your mouth as you scream, enraptured, him growling as you convulse around his cock. But even as you squirm and your mind scrambles, he offers no clemency, instantly beginning to thrust into you roughly. You cling on for dear life as he proceeds to fuck you so hard that the large books above you rattle ominously and you feel another orgasm rushing towards you at breakneck speed.

“Go on, come again,” he groans, sensing your proximity. “Make all the noise you wish,” he appends, changing the rules, uncaring now, greedily chasing his own completion.

It’s only a few moments of blinding pleasure before you shatter once more, the drag of his cock spearing hotly inside too much after being so thoroughly edged. Not wanting these urgent moments of lightning-quick sex interrupted, you barely make a sound, even given the permission you have to do so. Instead, you bury your face into his clothed shoulder and bite down, the wool itchy on your tongue as you scream into the fibres, fracturing again under his wonderous assault on your senses.

He has to grab your hips to keep you upright as you convulse and go limp, floating on a cloud of ecstasy. He grunts loudly and pushes deeper, a few more strokes before his whole body jolts in waves, going stock still as you feel his cock spurts heatedly into your hilt, and he effuses words of praise into your hair. 

For a few beats, there is nothing but panting breaths loudly in each other's ears, him seemingly reluctant to withdraw from your body.

“We should attend more dull Ton events,” you opine drolly as you recover the power of speech.

You feel his resulting chuckle inside as his cock slips from you. “Indeed we should,” he smiles lovingly, delicately removing the stocking from around your head and handing it to you to put back on as you both rearrange your clothing into an acceptable state.

Minutes later, he takes your arm, and you are rejoining the party, the picture of an impeccably elegant married couple. Still, as you retake your seats and he hands you a glass of champagne with a devoted, chase kiss to your temple, you suspect few other wives can feel cum dripping down their thighs and seeping into their stockings. Probably even fewer will find themselves screaming into their carriage curtains on the ride home as they get eaten assiduously from behind. Such is life as Mrs Benedict Bridgerton; frankly, you would not want it any other way.

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[jackles010378]

Saturday night special

(Jensen Ackles x you)

When Jensen over hears you singing, he works out a way to get to sing with you in front of a live crowd......

Y/n stood amidst the chaos that was the aftermath of yet another supernatural convention. As always, she found herself tasked with the duty of cleaning up the mess left behind by the boisterous crowd. Armed with a trash bag and a broom, she went about her work. But this time, something was different.

Lost in her own world of melodies, Y/n had her trusty headphones on, with her favorite tunes blasting through them. She was singing along to the music, oblivious to the world around her. Her voice resonated through the empty halls as she danced, completely absorbed in the joy of the music.

Unbeknownst to her, Jensen Ackles her favourite actor had returned to the convention center to retrieve his wallet he had absentmindedly left in the green room. As he approached the door to the green room, he heard a voice that captivated him. He followed the sound, drawn to the angelic tones that filled the air.

Peeking through the slightly ajar door, Jensen was stunned to find Y/n there, sweeping the floor while pouring her heart into the lyrics. Unable to tear his gaze away, he marveled at the raw emotion in her voice. It was a moment of vulnerability that struck a chord in his own heart. She was singing one of his band's songs, "Ain't no tellin" if he could hear it right. He stood there, continuing to watch through the gap in the door as she finished the song,

Knowin' you see me

When I'm 'round the way

Just remember

It'll be alright

And if it's only

Stealing another day

Well then find another time along the way

And ask yourself

Who are you holding onto now?

Oh, who are you holding onto now?

Tell me, who are you holding onto now?

Oh, who are you holding onto now?

Oh, who are you holding onto now?

(There ain't no tellin' no)

Oh, who are you holding onto now?

(There ain't no tellin' no)

Oh, who are you holding onto now?

(There ain't no tellin' no)

Who are you holding onto now?

Ohh yeah

There ain't no tellin' no

Far away

Every night and every day.....

Jensen let the door close slowly and softly so you wouldn't hear it and pulled his phone out of his pocket. Dialling a number as he walked away the person the other end answered "hey Cliff, I'm gonna need you to do some detective work for me" he said with the biggest smile on his face.

The following night, during the highly anticipated Saturday night concert, Jensen whispered to his co-star and friend, Rob Benedict. A mischievous smile played on his lips as he shared his desire to sing with Y/n. Rob's eyes twinkled with excitement as he agreed to help set up the surprise performance.

As the concert reached its peak, Rob made an announcement to the crowd, his voice filled with anticipation. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special treat for you tonight. Our very own Jensen Ackles will be gracing the stage with a special guest!"

Y/n, who had been enjoying the concert from the sidelines, felt a mixture of surprise and nervousness as she realized all eyes were on her. Y/n was never usually allowed to watch the concerts, with her just being a cleaner she never had the same perks as the other staff that were around to help, but tonight her manager asked for her to be present in the main hall just in case of any mishaps. She felt a gentle tap on her shoulder and turned to find Rob smiling mischievously, pointing towards Jensen who stood on stage, microphone in hand.

Her heart raced in her chest as Jensen extended his hand, his eyes filled with a glimmer of hope. A shy smile adorned Y/n's face as she mustered the courage to take his hand. With a mix of elation and trepidation, she found herself walking towards the stage, feeling the weight of the crowd's anticipation.

As the lights dimmed and the spotlight shone upon them, Y/n and Jensen shared a moment. The beginning chords of Shallow echoed throughout the room as y/n recognised the song. As small smile graced her lips as this was a favourite of hers. She stood in awe, watching as Jensen sang.

Realising it was her turn she took a deep breath. The crowd went silent as her voice filled the room, bouncing off the walls. The entire room fell silent as she sang, Jensen standing by her side listening to her as if it was the first time he had heard her. Thinking back to the moment he stumbled upon her first time round. He thanked himself for leaving his wallet in the green room that night.

The chemistry between them was electric, their voices resonating through the venue, captivating the hearts of everyone present.

In that enchanting moment, Y/n's shyness melted away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of joy. She realized that sometimes, it's in the moments of vulnerability that our true talents shine brightest. The crowd erupted in applause, their voices melding with Y/n and Jensen's, creating an atmosphere of pure magic.

From that night on, Y/n embraced her musical talents with newfound confidence. Her collaboration with Jensen became the stuff of legends, their duets continuing to captivate supernatural conventions for years to come. Jensen would always see if she was available to sing with him when he returned and she'd always say yes.

As she stepped off that stage that night, she knew that sometimes, the most extraordinary moments in life happen when we let go of your fears and take a leap of faith.

TAGLIST: @k-slla @cevansbaby-dove @kaleldobrev @janineb86 @deans-daydream @alternativeprincess94 @nescavaneck

[idyllcy]

from one admirer to another : top holiday in your opinion?

pairing: leon kennedy x reader || masterpost: from one admirer to another

synopsis: from one admirer to another, an online penpal service, allows for two people with common interests to write to each other without ever revealing their actual address! Luckily for both you and Leon, you get matched up! What do eggs and Christmas even have in common anyway? sure hope it's that modeling business and NOT that Ada Wong addiction.

featuring: reader as scrambled eggs // leon as christmas

Hi Christmas!

What an interesting name. I don't think many people on this service actually use something that creative. I, for one, just really enjoy having eggs so I'm called scrambled eggs. Though, sometimes the doctor tells me to go easy on them since the cholesterol in the yellows of eggs is HEINOUS for my blood tests. So, alas, I am coping through naming myself all things eggs.

I love Ada Wong. She's my beloved, and if I say I'm her second biggest fan, no one can say they're her first because I am her day ONE you hear me? DAY ONE. I AM HER DAY ONE— okay, I'm sure you're not convinced, but a person can dream. Come on. I've literally already read glhf <3 on ao3 so I'd say we're pretty neck to neck. Also, that fan event and the sticker? Thank you. Going into my phone case like right now.

As for her helicopter shoot, what Ada stan DOESN'T feel some way about it? I, for one, went manic when it came out. It was so bad I was begging for her signature on my magazine and yelled a little when she signed it. No, don't rob me. I live in an apartment with my friend and NO it's not an option to climb to the 17th floor.

History about me... I wonder? I don't do much. Well, a little bit like you, I model a little on the side as well, but only because I'm nepotism-ing my way into the industry through connections. I'm not interested in it as a full-time job, but it's kind of nice being on set and watching how it all goes down. Maybe I'll become a manager? But that's too much work. Honestly, I'd rather just be some weird form of sugar baby except not to an old man and to the people who are trying to get me into the industry. I'd love to just be their bestie who shows the bts of everything. That sounds FUN.

Hm, to speed-answer your questions, my favorite way of having eggs is actually in a nice cheesy omelet or an egg benedict, my favorite holiday (call me biased bc of my bsf) is the dragon boat festival only because those sticky rice zongzi are actually the chinese's greatest gift to man, and I write in my freetime (don't ask what. I know a degen when I see one, and YOU my friend, are no different from me).

Now, to ask you a couple of questions back. What's your favorite way to have eggs? Your fav holiday? Surely it's Christmas? All jokes, of course. How about some life updates? We can be like... besties, except not besties because we don't even know what the other person looks like and for all I know you could be some 60-year-old man who's faking everything through the letter. Just kidding! I'm not lying, so I'm sure you're not either.

I'm attaching a small Ada print I found on my table while digging for pens to write back to you. I hope you like it. I think it's signed by her? But I'm not sure. I think I had her sign two that time... or something. I don't remember.

hope to hear back ? scrambled eggs

You finish the letter and sign, print slipped in as Ada steps out from the shower, towel around her neck as she raises a brow.

"Oh, is that the model penpal service?"

"Yeah." You seal the letter and write in the PO box, humming. "Did you ever use it?"

"No. I only know it because Wesker insisted that I know that the penpal service wasn't actually for finding friends, but getting to know who else in the company shares a passion for the same things. I have you, so I don't need to worry much."

"MARRY ME!" You sob, crying into your hands as Ada rolls her eyes.

"I'm your roommate. Also, that contract you signed as a small-time model prohibits dating."

"I said marry me, not date me." You raise a brow. "Also, I made them scrap that part since I wasn't planning on becoming famous. My contract has a lot more leeway compared to yours."

"I know." Ada sits at her vanity, plugging her hairdryer in as you step behind her, helping her out. "It's a shame you didn't want to become famous."

"There's no point in being famous unless it's for the money. What of that do I need to care about if you're legally obligated to provide for me?"

"Really sucks to be best friends with you." She rolls her eyes, pulling out her phone. "Did you update that chapter yet?"

"No, I was going to update it after your hair."

"What did you write about this time?"

"I'm not telling you because I gotta lock myself in my room when I post it."

"You didn't even ask me any questions this time around." She huffs.

"Mainly because I was gonna write angst again and you hate it when I do that."

"God, you're insufferable."

"Thanks, love you too."

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[amberjazmyn]

she waits💔🫶

pairing : f1 grid x platonic fem!williams driver reader

summary : williams driver francisca benedict grew up without a mum after being abandoned by her. she never got over it and still waited for her. and maybe that was why her fellow f1 teammates was so against her constant want and longing for her mum. this will chronical francisca's life when she's a kid, teenager and now an adult with her own family.

warnings : parent abandonment, mentions of emotional childhood abuse, tears, pregnancy, happy ending

a/n : i love the song "she waits" by supernatural's rob benedict's band louden swain. even though i cannot personally relate to the song since i did not experience either parent abandoning me and my brother, i still love it and think it's a gorgeous song with so much emotional meaning to those who can relate to the song. also yes, i have made this into an f1 one-shot don't @ me

a/n : reader is french and husband's name is hayden.

have faith, promises were made. you just take care and behave, you left and now you are saved, the path it walks you away. 

francisca shouldn't be upset anymore. it was no longer news that francisca's mum left her and emotionally abused her when she was a much younger kid. now as a teenager, it still hurt her feelings when her mum fell through on a promise she had made to her daughter and the rest of her siblings. francisca's mum was the best at giving excuses after making countless promises of coming back to her family. 

"...allez cisca, aie confiance. elle nous a promis…maman nous a promis qu'elle serait là, alors elle l'est aussi!" julian, francisca's younger brother was so hopeful and it broke her heart as she sighed c'mon cisca, have faith. she promised us...mummy promised us that she'd be here so she has too!

"je sais qu'elle nous l'a promis, julian, mais bébé, elle n'a jamais tenu ses promesses," francisca sighed as julian sniffled, upset that his older sister was telling the truth i know she promised us julian but bub, she's ever ever followed through on these promises

of course, because julian was still young, the youngest of the dubois' siblings, he still had faith and belief in his mum. he still couldn't understand why all his older siblings were so against their maman. he didn't know why they were always so mad at her and why they'd constantly spew their hate for the woman that gave birth to them and then just left them. 

"je sais…je veux juste… je veux juste ma maman…" julian cried softly as francisca felt awful for the little boy who had no idea why their mother just up and left i know...i just...i just want my mumma

"…je connais bubba, moi aussi… je le sais aussi…" francisca sighed as she picked up her brother and hugged him tightly i know bubba, i do too...i do too...

just like she was told to do by her dad, francisca took care of herself and she behaved. her mum left and she was saved and now the path was left for her to walk it and see where it took her. whether that was to her dream of joining formula one as the first female driver in decades or not. of course, she'd always wait for her mum, she'd wait for her for eternity but she knew her mum would never come back. especially when it was clear that her mum never loved her and the kids she gave birth to. or the man she married. it was clear she wanted a whole new life for herself so, that's what she did. and now, it was up to her now ex-husband to pick up the pieces that were broken forever. 

and meanwhile the house is empty, the floors lay naked and weary. the walls, barely hanging on, carry on and she waits for you. 

francisca never thought she'd see this house again. today, francisca was back in montmatre, france due to summer break and being begged by her husband who wanted to visit her hometown. and because she couldn't say no since the rest of her family still lived in montmatre, she decided that after some breakfast and a slow morning, she'd take her husband on the drive from their apartment in monaco up to montmatre and check it out. see if it still looked the same or see if her dad had changed it like he had planned to do since the day his wife abandonded the family and his kids. even though she genuinely never thought she'd ever want to see the house again, her ego was forcing her to check it out. especially after being told by her husband that he wanted to see where she grew up. because even though she and her husband were married, she had waited this long for him to visit montmatre because of everything in regards to her mum. just to see if it would still have the painful connotations it did before she decided to leave montmatre when she was seventeen for monaco to further her fight in getting into formula one. 

so, it shouldn't have surprised her and made her heart physically hurt when she got out of her car and walked to the front door to see the house as it looked now. but it did make her heart physically hurt. the house was empty. the floors laid naked, weary and worn in from all the abuse it had been given by her and her siblings. the walls, were barely hanging on. the wallpaper clearly ripped off so aggressively that it had basically destroyed the walls as well. and even though francisca shouldn't think this and hadn't thought of her in years, she still waited for her mum even though she had carried on with her life without her. she still yearned to be loved and appreciated by that woman. if anything, she just wanted to know why. why did that woman decide to marry that man, have all those kids and then just decide one day that she was just going to leave. 

sniffling, francisca was embarrassed as her husband rested his chin on her shoulder, "...you alright baby?" hayden's soft voice whispered behind her in english as francisca held back the sob that was waiting to be heard

"no...i just...i don't get it...i don't understand why we weren't enough for her, you know? were we not good kids? was dad not a good husband?" francisca's voice shook as hayden sighed, turning his wife around and hugging her properly 

"i know babe. i know what it feels like...and i highly doubt it was your guys' fault. i think a hundred per cent it was her fault. you were more than enough for her, the whole family was, and she didn't know how to appreciate that. it scared her that she could have people that loved her and she ran away because she didn't how to deal with it like an adult," hayden whispered as francisca nodded her head and smiled at her husband

she knew the pain of her husband's own abandonment by his dad and how that affected him. which was why it was so easy for hayden to comfort francisca when she'd get upset about her mum's abandonment. so she was glad that when she told that side of her to hayden, she felt safe knowing that he could relate to her, as depressing and so dependent it sounds, it meant that they both had something traumatic that they could relate to. it was something they could bond over because they knew what it felt like to be abandoned by a parent, by someone who was supposed to love unconditionally and love them. 

"yeah...she was probably scared but, why couldn't she just be the one to break the generational trauma? why does it have to be me and my siblings?" francisca now felt mad as hayden sighed, biting his lip as he shook his head

"i don't know darling but, if you don't break the generational trauma right now, then who will?" hayden spoke as francisca nodded her head, knowing she couldn't argue with that so she didn't 

"no one would. it'll continue happening each generation that's created so, the cycle ends here," francisca breathed in heavily as she clenched her fists as hayden smiled, feeling proud of his wife

"atta girl. let's go, we don't need to be here anymore," hayden smiled as he held his hand out for his wife as the benedicts then left the house that held many a bad memory 

last night you left like a bird, fly away and never be heard. the wind, it's cold and absurd but man, you gave her your word.

as francisca and the rest of the dubois family slept peacefully, there was a sudden slam of the front door. this made all the siblings jolt awake as francisca clambered out of her bed, down the hall, down the stairs and to the front door whilst the rest of the brothers and sisters fell back asleep. where her father, john dubois stood as he sobbed. wailing for his wife, hollie-anne dubois to come back as he opened the door back up again after hollie-anne had slammed it shut. begging for her to not leave him and the family. apologising if he had done something wrong that caused her to up and leave, abandoning their children. and this worried francisca. as the third oldest child but first oldest of the girls, she rushed to be with her dad. wanting to comfort him and wanting to know what had happened. 

"...papa? que fais-tu? qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?" an exhausted francisca muttered as she cuddled up next to her dad at the front door that was opened for the dark early morning hours to see daddy? what are you doing? what's wrong?

"ahh…cisca, chérie! que faites-vous ici? tu devrais dormir!" john sniffled, trying to wipe away his tears before kneeling down to his young daughter's height ahh...cisca, honey! what are you doing here? you should be sleeping!

"j'ai entendu la porte d'entrée claquer, ça m'a fait peur…où est maman? est-ce elle qui a claqué la porte d'entrée?" francisca was scared, sure, her mum wasn't a great mum but that was still her mum and she adored her mum when she shouldn't be i heard the front door slam, it scared me...where's mummy? was it her that slammed the front door?

"ouais chérie. c'est maman qui a claqué la porte d'entrée…" john whimpered, not even trying to stay strong as francisca's eyes started to tear up as well, her dad's big oversized shirt she was wearing as her pyjamas made her look even smaller as john looked at her yeah honey. it was mummy that slammed the front door

"…où est-elle allée ? est-ce que maman va revenir?" francisca whimpered as her eyes welled with tears and her bottom lip shook as john shook his head, closing his eyes where did she go? is mummy going to come back?

"je ne pense pas, petite fille. elle semblait à peu près certaine qu'elle n'allait pas revenir…" john then shivered, as did francisca, the wind cold and absurd for this time of year as hollie-anne vowed to never do the very thing her own mother did to her i don't think so baby girl. she seemed pretty certain that she wasn't going to come back

"...mais…mais elle a promis qu'elle ne partirait pas…son petit doigt m'a promis qu'elle ne ferait pas ce que grand-mère a fait..." francisca's teary voice broke john's heart because he remembered that pinky promise that hollie-anne made with francisca when she was actually somewhat of a nice mum but...but she promised she wouldn't leave...she pinky promised me she wouldn't do want grandmummy did

"...je sais qu'elle l'a fait, petite fille, mais... j'ai peur que ta maman ne soit pas douée pour tenir ses petites promesses...." john trailed off as he finally picked up his eldest daughter to bring her back into the house since it was below freezing and it was getting late i know she did baby girl but...i'm afraid your mummy is not good at keeping her pinky promises

but francisca wriggled out of her dad's grip and she stepped out to the front porch step where she and her father were not even a minute ago. tears streaming down her small little cheeks as she just looked into the darkness of the montmatre chill and she waited. she waited as long as she could before john knew better to leave his daughter out of the house like this. bringing francisca back inside the house was a struggle but once he picked her up and brought her inside, closing and then locking the front door, she couldn't fight anymore. she was too weak and exhausted, falling asleep out of pure exhaustion of her tears on her daddy's shoulder as he walked them upstairs and into daddy's room. john knew his daughter wouldn't be able to stomach falling back asleep in her own bed. so, he let his six-year-old daughter sleep in his bed with her for the next four months, right up until she turned seven. 

and meanwhile the house is empty, the floors lay naked and weary. the walls, barely hanging on, carry on and she waits for you.

moving into a new house with her boyfriend hayden should have excited francisca. it was a happy occasion. francisca left paris to move out of france and live in monaco with her boyfriend. however, walking into this new house felt eerily similar to her childhood home back in montmartre, france. the one that haunted the adult in her sleep every night. the one that her father and youngest brother julian still lived in. the one that took years for her father to get rid of everything that had connotations to his ex-wife that just left that one evening with no other word of warning but a measly letter that john had later found after francisca had finally cried herself to sleep that night that hollie-anne left. but that was exactly it, no matter where francisca moved to, every single house she's moved into, it reminded her of her mother. especially when it was a house that was empty, the floors naked with no rugs or carpets or worn in from the years of it being lived in. the walls were new and pristine but to francisca, she saw the walls in the same way she saw herself, barely hanging on. 

"...cisca, bébé, tu dois arrêter de faire ça à chaque fois qu'on déménage. tu te tues à petit feu en pensant que partout où on va c'est montmartre et ta mère..." hayden sighed, feeling bad that his girlfriend felt like this because he knew exactly what it felt like, he too had a parent abandon him cisca, babe, you need to stop doing this every time we move houses. you're slowly killing yourself by thinking everywhere we go is montmartre and your mum

it was his dad that abandonded hayden and his family but, he still knew what parental abandonment felt like. he had to live with it and still lives with it every single day but, he doesn't let it constantly control his life. he wasn't doing what francisca does which is every new place they move into, bring in the memory of her mother that left. 

"...je sais que je dois arrêter mais je…je ne peux pas ! je ne sais pas comment!" francisca sighed as she plopped herself onto the new velvet couch - which, when she really thought about it, was definitely nothing like the couch she had in her childhood home in montmartre i know i need to stop but i...i just can't! i don't know how!

"yes you do, francisca, you just don't want to stop it. and i know that because i did the same thing for a little while too but, i eventually stopped it because i realised i knew how to stop it, i just didn't want to because i thought if i stopped bringing my dad into every situation that my world would end. but, as soon as i stopped bringing dad into everything and waiting for him, my life became better and i didn't think of him everywhere i went. and i was so much happier knowing that i could live without him and that i no longer had to wait for someone who was never going to come back..." hayden was exhausted, hence the english response and not french, but not of his girlfriend but of the pain she was putting herself through every single day 

hayden really did love francisca but he didn't love that she couldn't let go of the woman that abandoned her. all because somewhere inside of her, there was still the little six-year-old francisca that stood outside that front door in a cold montmartre chill waiting for her mummy to come home the very same evening she up and left. 

"...you're right hayden. i do know how to stop it and i don't want to stop it because if i do stop it, i feel like i'll never get the answers i deserved. the answers that that little girl all those years ago deserved...and i want answers hayden, i want to know why she decided to leave! i want to know why she thought it was a good idea to just leave my family alone in the late night montmartre chill. i want to know what we did that made her leave us!" francisca cried in english as hayden softened immediately, not that he was fighting her or mad, he just hated seeing the hurt and pain that was still etched on his girlfriend's face 

"i know babe but that's not healthy. and it's not going to do anything to actually help you. even though it may seem like closure, it's not actually going to help you. it's only going to make you fall into a deeper spiral of the what ifs," hayden soothed as he pulled francisca in for a hug as she nodded her head

"yeah...you're right..." francisca whispered as she sniffled and pulled out of the hug as she then saw all the boxes filled with everything that she and hayden had brought with them to fill their new house with

"...well, how about we make this house a home? it shouldn't stay empty cause then that'll be boring..." francisca smiled as hayden's eyes lit up with joy as he nodded his head

"..that's an amazing idea, cisca. i'd love to do that, let's start with this room we're in now and go from there..." hayden smiled as francisca nodded her head as her tears were gone and her joy had returned

even though today was a win, tomorrow was a whole other story because she was always going to wait for her mum. but, right now, she didn't feel like she needed to because it was clear that right now, she wasn't going to come back. and francisca was okay with that because she was with hayden and in a new house where her mother wasn't. 

she can't hear anything they're saying, she can't believe what is true. it doesn't make sense what they're saying, she can't see anyone but you. 

in formula one, which she had finally reached, in every single interview, the main topic of questions for francisca was in regards to her mum and the abandonment from her. and there was a reason for that. francisca welcomed those questions to be asked because she felt no reason to hide or shy away from it now she was in formula one. however, it was something the rest of the grid was protective about when it came to francisca. it was honestly very sweet at how protective those guys got in regards to their fellow driver when she was asked those questions. but, since it was a major part of who she was as francisca and not just who she was as a driver, it only made sense that those around her allowed her to be asked those questions.

however, one huge thing that francisca told her fellow drivers was that her mum was dead, not that she was abandoned by her mum. that was why the other drivers thought francisca's mum was dead. whenever francisca had a press conference or an interview with the other drivers, majority of the media interviewers knew not to question her about her mum when they were around. every driver thought that francisca's mum was an angel of a human and had sadly passed away when she was a child because that's what she had led them all to believe. she couldn't cope with telling them the truth so she just twisted it into a little white lie that had now been twisted a little too much to the point that francisca was struggling with her lie.

and in regards to the abandonment on francisca's mum, it was because she no longer wanted to be a mum. it was as simple as that really. it wasn't anything that john dubois had done, it was nothing that the kids had done, it had everything to do with the fact that hollie-anne no longer felt like she could be a mum without hurting those she loved. and she selfishly thought the best thing to change that would be to just pack up her things and leave late one evening in the freezing montmartre chill. with the knowledge that john would do everything he could to beg for her to come back knowing that she wouldn't. and as you can imagine, this devastated francisca and her family. it also caused so many fights in her family that it broke the family up. to the point where the older children, excluding francisca, left and the youngest and francisca stayed with their father. that was until francisca had to leave since she had gotten further within the levels of motorsport and was getting closer and closer to reaching formula one. and, also because she hoped that if she became a better racer that she would run into her mum. however, francisca was still waiting for the day she'd run into her mum as it hadn't happened yet. and it discouraged her...

...that was...until she saw someone during a chit chat with max verstappen, carlos sainz jr and lando norris. and the woman she had seen looked exactly like her mum. she couldn't verify if it was her mum but, it gave francisca hope that it was her mum. and because she was so hyperfixated on the woman that could be her mother, she couldn't hear anything that her teammates were saying to her. she couldn't believe what the potential truth could be. the truth that she could have found her mum during an f1 race, finally, after over a decade of looking.

max, lando and carlos all kept on trying to get her attention but it fell on deaf ears as they watched the way francisca tried to see if she could look at the older woman's face. because that was the only thing she could see. she couldn't see anyone but her...

...until the woman turned around fully, her eyes widened before softening as she smiled towards francisca as it was someone from williams racing. but, because francisca had full faith that it was her mum, wearing williams gear to support her daughter, she had no idea until the woman walked away before realising that it was just someone from williams.

"...i...i am so sorry guys..." francisca stammered, remembering that she was in conversation with max, lando and carlos

"...it's fine, cisca...we're just worried about you, what happened back there? you are usually so chill and relaxed but this entire conversation you've been distracted by that williams staff member. what's wrong?" max was worried as were lando and carlos, sure it was annoying that they had been ignored but it wasn't the end of the world

they weren't spilling anything important that was so secretive they couldn't repeat it if francisca did actually want to be told. it was just some general gossip that they had heard from around the paddock and different hospitalities and they were wanting to know francisca's take.

"i...i thought she was my mum..." francisca stammered as the three looked at each other and then back at francisca in confusion

"...your mum? i thought you told us that she had died...that was definitely not your mum, francisca!" lando was shocked and confused as francisca scoffed a laugh and provided the truth

"i lied lando. my mum's not dead, that i know of. she could very well be dead now but, i wouldn't know because she abandonded me and my family when i was six. she left one night, in the early hours after it had struck midnight. i was asleep when i had heard her slam the door shut, it had scared me so it woke me up and i had found my dad in hysterics almost as he had opened the door again. begging for mum to come back home even though i'm sure he knew that she wasn't going to. it was awful honestly, knowing i do have a mum but wants nothing to do with me, my dad or my siblings. it makes you wonder if everything you've ever done in your life was a mistake... and she's been gone ever since and that was why i fought as hard as i did to get into formula one...because, if i raced around the world, there was always a reason for me to believe that she could be watching the race, watching me and i'd see her again..." francisca trailed off as the three watched on in sadness for their best friend

"...but you never came into contact with her even though you saw her in everyone you came into contact with..." max finished as francisca nodded her head as she breathed out shakily, tears welling in her eyes at the memory of every race she had done just hoping she'd bump into her mum

"...yeah...that's about right..." francisca sniffled as max pulled his best friend in for a hug as the distraught girl mustered a smile

"...why didn't you tell us sooner sweetheart? we could've asked christian to go and look for her..." 

"...no, you couldn't have and i wouldn't have let you. i can't keep doing this and think that my mum's going to be there when i wait for her. because she won't be there and i have to finally take that as a sign to stop waiting for her..." francisca trailed off and the tears streamed down her face

little girl hold on and wait, it's not fair the fairness is overrated. wait and you will be saved, the path it walks in this way. 

francisca smiled as cheers and laughter could be heard all around her as she sat onstage during a fan zone in france but this time, it was paris so she wouldn't have to see her childhood home this time. it was nearing the end of her panel with her williams teammate logan, and ferrari's carlos and charles when a little girl all of a sudden shuffled up to the microphone. 

"...wait, wait, guys, don't end the questions just yet, i am so sorry but, i think this little girl has a question..." francisca felt bad for stopping the moderator who was about to halt all questions but, she saw a little girl walk near the microphone stand and it was obvious she had a question 

and the moderator nodded her head and stayed at the microphone stand as the little girl made it, "...hello sweetheart, what's your name and what's your question?" francisca asked softly, inching towards the stage's end even more to see the little girl clearer 

the little girl smiled with a shy energy to her as she breathed into the microphone, "my name is francesca and...and my question is for francisca..." francesca, the little girl spoke in her little high-pitched voice as the crowd cooed, francisca, logan, charles and carlos doing the same thing

"...hello francesca, what a beautiful name, you almost have the same name as me but my name is francisca!" francisca smiled at the little girl who lit up at hearing that her name was almost the same as her favourite f1 driver as she then asked her question

"well, my question is, whilst you are an amazing driver and such an inspiration for myself and so many girls, i wanna know, who's the most influential woman in your life since i know you speak about not having your mum around. since i can relate to you because i don't know my mum either so i...i was just wondering who the most influential woman in your life is because for me, you are the most influential woman in my life..." francesca got teary at the end of her question as that broke francisca's heart as logan, charles and carlos watched closely, their hearts breaking as well

francesca, the little girl only looked to be eight...maybe nine but, if francesca was nine, nearing ten, she was awfully small for her age. and it broke francisca's heart into two because whilst she was a lot younger, six, when her mum left her and her family, when she was francesca's age, she was still very much struggling with the fact that she didn't have a mum to run to for help or even an older sister since she was the older sister in the family, she didn't have a girl older than her to run to for help. 

"...oh honey, are you okay? do...do you need a hug?" francisca moved closer to the edge of the stage as she watched little francesca start to cry, no longer able to hold her tears in anymore as the audience stayed quiet

francesca nodded her head as she slightly stepped away from the microphone so it wouldn't pick up her little sobs. francisca stepped down from the stage and walked the two steps to where the moderator and francesca was and picked the little girl up and hugged her tightly. it was obvious to logan, charles, carlos, hayden and the fans in the audience who knew francisca's story, that she saw herself in little francesca and how unfair it was that she was still hearing these stories of little kids being abandonded and left behind by either one of or both of their parents. a few minutes later and little francesca had stopped crying, only little sniffles could be heard and francisca was content in knowing that the little girl could go back to her seat back to her dad who had come to the grand prix fan zone with her. it was obvious that little francesca's dad had also been crying during that exchange because not only had francesca's mum abandonded her, francesca, but she had also abandonded her husband and the father of their children. so it wasn't shocking that little francesca's dad was also crying and it wasn't something that needed to be made into a scene either because it was a father having his heart break as his little girl tells her favourite group of drivers that she can relate to one of the drivers who was also just like her, a little girl that had dreamt of becoming an f1 driver. but, again, it's stories like these that francisca and the rest of her teammates hear on the daily that makes what they do months out of the year completely worth it in the end. 

"well, francesca, to answer your question properly, i have to say, the most influential woman in my life is probably either my godmother susie wolff or my friend max's mum sophie! and you said that i'm your most influential woman in your life?" francisca pauses as francesca nods her head to the driver's question as her heart flutters

"yes, you're my favourite driver and who i want to be when i grow up, francisca!" francesca responds as coos are heard around the fan zone as francisca places her hand over her heart

"aw, you are so sweet, thank you francesca! well, i want to be like you when i'm older! but um, yeah, because i was abandonded by my mum when i was six, i was the older sister so i didn't have an older sister to be influenced by and looked after because that was my job for my younger brothers and sisters when my mum left back home in montmartre. so, i was very, very young when she left but it was around that time that i was taking karting very seriously and i was also getting very good at it. and it was then that i had seen women like susie and sophie that i just fell in love with and just constantly looked up to because they were doing the things that i wanted to do as well as i started to grow up and get older. and it took me quite a few years to get to that point because i was always looking out for the woman that i so despertely wanted to be influenced by that i knew was never going to come home so it was useless to wait for her when she had always had this plan of hers to just leave and never return. so, yeah, i'd have to say that my two most influential women in my life are susie wolff and sophie kumpen..." francisca trailed off as she smiled at the little girl and her father who clinged onto every single world francisca had said but it was clear that they weren't the only ones

it looked as though the entire fan zone, the interviewers and other drivers included, had clinged onto every single word and you could hear a pin drop. because it was unfair but if little francisca could wait and this was the life she lived now, so could little francesca. because little francesca's life was going to change forever and in the best way and it was her mum's loss and that she was never going to know about it or see it because she made the decision to leave rather than stay and be her daughter's most influential woman in her life.

and meanwhile the house is empty, the floors lay, naked and weary. the walls barely hanging on, carry on and she waits for you. 

francisca hadn't ever been happier in her life. she had just found out that she was pregnant with her and hayden's first baby. meaning because of her new pregnancy, she'd no longer be able to race for the next few seasons. and she still had to tell hayden and the way she surprised hayden was in the empty spare room at the end of the upstairs hallway that was next to their bedroom. the room, that used to lay naked and weary was now decorated from top to bottom with everything that had got to do with babies and having a baby. it was colourful, it was vibrant, it was happy. it reflected the new joy of francisca becoming a mum after always being scared of being one since the only mum she ever knew was a mum that lied and eventually ran away, never to be seen again but always waited on. and that wasn't what francisca wanted to be as a mum. she wanted to be a mum that told the truth, that stayed even with her job in formula one and was always one message or phone call away if help was needed, and a mum that didn't need to be waited on. a mum that didn't break her pinky promises. 

"...cisca? bébé, où es-tu?" hayden giggled as he entered the house after a long work day as francisca bit her lip in excitement cisca? babe, where are you?

"à l'étage bébé, dans la pièce d'amis à côté de notre chambre," francisca tried to hide the excitement in her voice but it was clear that it couldn't be hidden way as hayden giggled upstairs babe, in the spare room next to our bedroom

he made his way upstairs to the spare room that was always empty, with confusion as to why his wife was up there. but, because he was too tired to question it, he didn't. however, what he saw when he made his way into the room made so many questions fly through his head that it almost made him burst. 

"wait...is this...are you pregnant, cisca?" hayden questioned in english as his eyes widened as francisca bit her lip and nodded her head 

"uh-huh! all five tests said positive!" francisca burst into excited squeals and tippy taps as hayden laughed in joy, pulling his wife in for a hug as tears welled in his eyes 

"oh my gosh, baby, you're pregnant pregnant!" hayden sobbed with a giggle as francisca giggled and nodded her head 

"mmm, i'm pregnant pregnant!" francisca sighed with contentment as hayden then relaxed his shoulders as he noticed that francisca wasn't worried like she used to be

"and...you're not...worried? not even about having to surrender your f1 seat for maybe the next year?" hayden questioned, pulling out of the hug as francisca shook her head 

"no, babe, oh my gosh no! i'm not worried at all. if this was happening at the beginning of our relationship or even the start of our marriage then, hell yes, i would be freaking out and thinking about not wanting it. but, because, i've stopped waiting for her and expecting her to be there when i know she won't, i feel so much better and i'm so excited hayden. i'm so excited to be a mum and for you to be a dad...even if it means i have to give up my f1 seat for a little bit..." francisca sighed as she sat her and hayden down on the bed as hayden released all the stress he had just gave himself 

"...i'm glad you're excited about this because you will be such an amazing mum, cisca. i have no worries at all that what happened to you when you were a kid is not going to happen to this baby...to our baby. because i'm not going to leave this baby and you're not going to leave this baby, we've already broken the generational trauma to make sure it never ever happens again to the future children and their childrens children. we're doing a great thing here, cisca and i cannot wait for it. if anything, we're no longer waiting for our deadbeat mum and dad but our little baby," hayden smiled with tears in his eyes as francisca nodded her head as she gave her husband a kiss

"we're waiting for our little benedict," francisca whispered as hayden nods his head as he then goes to his knees to kiss the non-existant baby bump 

she waits for you, she waits

after waiting eight and a half months, in december on a cold evening in monte-carlo, monaco during christmas with the leclerc's, verstappen's and norris' families that francisca gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. the baby girl was named tallulah eleanor benedict and was healthy at a steady five pounds and eight ounces. 

hearing the cries of little tallulah sounded like the angels in heaven. whilst it may have been exhausting for francisca and painful to deliver a baby into this world after it living in the womb for nearly nine months, it was still a beautiful thing. and something that francisca and hayden could definitely see themselves doing again if they wanted to give tallulah some siblings in the future. but, right now, tallulah had just arrived and it was all about her. 

"...here she is, well done francisca. you did an amazing job, does the father want to cut the cord?" the attending midwife turned to the husband as hayden smiled and nodded his head 

the midwife offered him the sheers and he cut the cord clean and perfectly as tallulah was properly swaddled up and returned to her maman and papa. 

"isn't she just gorgeous, hayden? we made her, we actually created an entire little human being!" francisca muttered, clearly still loopy and delirious from her epidural as hayden could only smile with teary eyes at his wife

"she's beautiful, francisca, just like her maman. and yes, we did make her, we made a gorgeous human being who looks like the perfect mix of her maman and papa!" hayden smiled as he caressed both francisca and then tallulah as the midwife returned

"sorry to disturb you maman and papa but, i think the godparents want to be introduced to their goddaughter..." the midwife smiled as hayden smiled as did francisca as they nodded their heads

although it was tradition for the grandparents to meet the new baby first, hayden and francisca didn't fly that way. of course, hayden and francisca both loved their singular parent, of course they did. but, because they had tallulah in monte-carlo, monaco, not in either of the countries that hayden's mum and francisca's dad currently were, it just made sense that the godparents and other uncles and aunties met baby tallulah first. since mrs benedict and mr dubois were on flights over to monte-carlo which meant that it was still a few hours before they'd land in monaco and then arrive to the hospital to then meet the baby.

which leads to the question that everyone was curious about and that was who the godparents to baby tallulah was. and, the godparents of tallulah are max & kelly and carlos & rebecca. which, everyone should have theoretically seen coming but, it was still a shock when hayden and francisca announced it. especially considering she didn't pick her fellow william's teammate, logan.

"...of course, they can come in," francisca smiled as she sat her and baby tallulah up in the hospital bed as max & kelly and carlos & rebecca walked in

the two couples were confused that all four of them were asked to come in rather than just one of the couples. but, they didn't argue and they all cooed in adoration for the new f1 grid baby. 

"oh my gosh...cisca, hayden...she's gorgeous! what's little bubba's name?" kelly cooed as she looked at the baby lovingly, rebecca, carlos and max doing the same

"thank you kelly, her name's tallulah eleanor benedict..." francisca trailed off as she looked down at the little girl she was cradling that was hers and her husbands

"...tallulah eleanor...that's such a perfect name for a perfect little princess!" kelly cooed again as max could tell his girlfriend was getting baby fever even though they already had penelope as carlos could tell that rebecca was trying hard to hide her own baby fever as well 

"she's gorgeous cisca but, why do you need all four of us in here? i thought you only needed the godparents..." carlos asked in confusion as francisca and hayden giggled as little tallulah wiggled and made little noises 

"...exactly...all four of you are tallulah's godparents," francisca smiled as they all looked at their best friend and teammate as though she had four eyes 

"wait, that's allowed? i only thought only one couple were allowed to be a child's godparents..." max trailed off in confusion as to be fair, he did have a fair point

"...technically, that is true and if there is any "paperwork" that needs only one pair of emergency contacts, it'll be you and kelly, alright max. but, if it needs a second pair of emergency contacts, that's where carlos and rebecca come in and why i want tallulah to have two godmums and two goddads cause she already has enough aunties and uncles..." francisca trailed off as they all giggled but it was clear that it really touched both couples that they both had been chosen as tallulah's legal guardians if anything were to happen to francisca and hayden

"...well, she does have a lot of aunties and uncles and cousins but, that's the best way to do it. you wouldn't want to bring a kid up with no one around them," max smiled as he moved over and hugged francisca and placing his gigantic hand on baby tallulah's teeny tiny head 

 "that's very true, max, very true," francisca smiled in content as she looked at everyone around her plus the others in the waiting room and her dad and mrs benedict who were also on their way as well 

she had never felt this amount of love before but she loved it but she loved her new baby girl the most. baby tallulah was what francisca had been waiting for, not her mother. 

fin

okay, man, writing this in an f1 light was difficult but i'm kinda glad i did if you know what i mean! like it's not perfect but it's not bad ya know? and sorry i didn't really add in a lot of the f1 aspect, especially considering the reader was a driver as well but that kind of was forgotten so i do apologise lol

©⠀amberjazmyn's original work. do not translate or steal any of my fics. 2024

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Smokin' In The Green Room

A Short Story

~Settle in for a pre-show party as you relax with Jensen and Rob in the Green Room before a concert.~

Jensen Ackles x Reader. Rob Benedict x Reader, Cameos by Louden Swain

1,757 Words

Warnings: NSFW. Drug Use. Spit Roast. Smut. Comedy

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The Green Room is quiet; the rest of the band has yet to come back from dinner, and everything is still.

Squashed on the couch between Rob and Jensen, you linger in a drifting haze of lust and drugs, inhaling hit after hit off of Jensen’s fancy joints. He’d rolled them himself; a fact that he announces every five minutes lest either of you forget how talented he is.

The drugs are strong.

The room alternates pulsing and spinning in your head and things seem fuzzier and funnier the longer you sit there.

“You know what’s ridiculous?” you say, laughing to yourself as Jensen passes the dutchie over your head.

“What’s that?” he asks, nuzzling into the crook of your neck as he exhales.

The smoke swims around your face and you suck in a lingering wisp, coughing as it burns your lungs.

“Is that they didn’t have more sex. I mean- Dean- he used to have a lot of sex, ya know?” You turn to face him, concern tightening your features. “And then it just- stopped. Why’d it stop, Dean? Why?”

Jensen laughs, his head falling back against the sofa. “I wish I knew.”

Rob inhales deeply, joint pinched between two guitar-calloused fingers. “Chuck didn’t want to watch anymore. Too much porn.”

“So much porn!” you laugh. “Oh man- could you imagine you on HBO? Jesus fuck.”

“We wouldn’t have lasted.” Jensen says honestly.

“Are you kidding me?” Getting up and spinning around you sit on your knees on the couch. “Do you know what I’d give to have Dean Winchester buck naked fucking and- hell, saying fuck?”

Jensen bites back a smile and his hand lands on your knee. “You wanna see that?” he asks, tone losing all laughter and taking on an intoxicatingly delicious edge.

Your heart skips too many beats and your mouth waters. “I so do.”

Something in his face turns; his brows furrow, eyes narrow, face seems to drop into place. In an instant, he is Dean Winchester.

“You wanna see me fuck, Sweetheart?” he says, voice dark and graveled just like Dean’s.

Breathless, you stare at him, leaning in without realizing it. “I would watch that on repeat every fucking day all fucking day forever.”

His hand slides up your thigh. “And what if you couldn’t see it?”

A frown turns your lips. “Why not?”

“What if you were the one being fucked?”

Heart in your throat, your stomach flips. “Oh god. Yes. Fuck.”

Jensen’s fingers slide higher and his free hand reaches for you. You lean in and he cups the back of your head as his plump lips graze over yours. His kiss is deep and rich and made for television.

Pulling back, you laugh softly. “You kiss different than Dean,” you tease.

Jensen is back and he smiles. “Who’s better?”

Staring at his shining lips, you grab a fistful of his henley shirt. “Oh, you. For sure.”

Beside you, Rob squirms a bit, turning in his seat to see you head on. He clears his throat but your kiss doesn’t end, Jensen seemingly more enthused when he realizes you’re being watched.

“Uh, guys?”

Finally coming up for air, you turn to find Rob staring, cheeks flooded with a pink blush.

Ideas swim in your head.

“I’m sorry, Chuck. You feeling left out?”

He has no time to answer. Quickly, you lean to the side and peck his lips; Jensen’s hand on your back pushes you over, urging you on.

Rob’s beard tickles your cheeks and he sighs into your mouth, his tongue curious yet timid.

“Mmm you taste like honey,” you moan, nearly falling into his lap.

He blushes again and licks his lips. “I-I just had some tea.”

You smile and grab a handful of salt and pepper hair. “You’re cute.” A lick across his lips closes his eyes and Rob opens up for you, moaning softly as you nibble on his lips. “And so sexy��”

“Yeah?” He melts at your touch, blue eyes wide and watery.

“So much.” You readjust on the sofa, turning fully so that your Jensen has full view and access to your plump ass. “Wish you could just snap those fingers and whip off my clothes…” Rob exhales deeply against your nearing lips. “Slam me up against the wall…” Your hand slides firmly down his chest and he bucks his hips as it approaches. “Fuck me senseless…”

He swallows hard. “That’d be amazing.”

Jensen brings a hand down hard over your ass. “Yeah. It would.”

Your whimper pushes into Rob and he lifts a hand to your cheek, holding you softly as the kiss deepens. He’s more sure now, more excited and hums against your lips as your hand cups his growing dick.

“Fuck…” One hand slides back to tangle in your hair, the other reaches for your tits, plucking at each nipple while you rub him through his jeans. “This is- yeah. Wow.”

“Would be even better,” Jensen says; hand pressing up against your covered pussy. “If she wasn’t so… clothed.”

You lift your lips from Rob’s kiss and look back over your shoulder. “You tryin’ get me naked, Ackles?”

He grins. “You bet.”

“You can just ask,” you tease, leaving Rob and standing up from the couch. “I’ll always do whatever you ask…” Slowly, your shirt leaves your body and you toss it in Jensen’s laughing face. Your pants slide off easily and you step out of them, standing before the boys in your bra and panties.

Rob’s jaw drops and Jensen shimmies in his seat, stretching out his legs and rubbing a hand down his thick thigh.

“What about the rest?” he says, voice darkening as his desire grows.

“Oh, this?” you tease, fingers hooked in the straps of your bra. “You… want me to take it off?”

He bites his lip hard and nods. “Now.”

Two snaps later and your bra falls to the floor. Forearm baring your tits, you lick your lips and enjoy the sight of them both staring and hungry.

Rob moans and presses a hand down over his erection, trying to look cool and failing miserably.

“You boys like?”

He nods quickly, eyes like a vast ocean. “So much.”

Jensen smirks and nudges him in the arm. “You should see the rest. In fact-” Green eyes dig into yours with authority and pride. “Show him.”

Instantly, your arm falls and you peel away your panties, eyes locked on Jensen.

“Perfect…”

Rob sucks in a deep breath. “Wow.”

Your cheeks burn under their gaze. “Thank you.”

Jensen opens his arms and you rush to him, stumbling a bit over your jeans as you go. You fall into his lap and he wraps his hands around you as his tongue dips between your lips.

Locked in his kiss, you reach for Rob with your right hand, grabbing hold of his collar and dragging him over.

You leave Jensen for a split second, giving Rob a wet kiss to keep him occupied.

“Want you both,” you whisper, rolling your hips over Jensen while your fingers sneak down to tease Rob. “Want you both inside of me.”

Jensen cups your tits and pinches hard. “I think that can be arranged. What do you say, Robbie?”

Rob licks at your lips and then sits back, spreading his knees as he reaches for his belt. “Let’s go.”

His zipper slides down and you pounce, leaving Jensen’s lap and falling to your hands and knees. Immediately, you take Rob’s stout cock in your mouth, slowly dragging your tongue across the thick head.

He jerks his hips and moans, his hand landing softly on your head. He follows your rhythm with gentle pulses of his fingers against your scalp and you hum over him, lips vibrating and happy.

Behind you, Jensen makes himself ready. He knocks his jeans down to his ankles, catching them on his boots, and settles in on his knees, hands capturing your ass. He gives you a squeeze and you push back against him, gasping as the tip of his cock nudges your hole.

“Fuck, Jensen, please…”

Rob grunts and pushes your head down onto his cock again; all signs of shyness have permanently vanished. “Keep going,” he growls and you do, taking him in as deep as you can and swallowing hard. “Fuck yes.”

Jensen’s blunt nails dig into your hips as he lines up and scores, sinking his thick cock deep into your dripping cunt. He groans, tips his head back and closes his eyes, savoring the tight clamp of your muscles around him.

When you push back, he starts to move, thrusting hard. Each slam of his hips sends you further down Rob’s cock and your eyes roll back into blackness.

Jensen fits a hand around your waist and rubs hard circles on your clit. Your legs start to shake and you scream around Rob’s delicious shaft.

“Fuck yes. Fuck me hard, Jensen. Fuck.”

The drugs have taken away any care of time or space. Anyone could walk into the room right now and get the show of the century, but you can’t seem to care. Let them hear you gag as Rob spills a hot load down your throat and you scramble to drink it down. Let them see you shake and whimper as you cum on Jensen’s cock. Let them watch as he pulls out and paints your lower back and ass in creamy white.

Let them see.

The Green Room is quiet as the rest of the band returns from dinner. A thick cloud of smoke lingers in the air and Billy swats it away as he walks in.

“What the hell guys, you coulda waited for us.” He breathes deeply and coughs as he takes a seat in the armchair across from Rob.

Borja follows, blinking into the fog and sniffing the air. “Why… does it smell like sex in here?”

Stephen eyes you suspiciously and you shrug, hands up, feigning innocence.

“Jensen rolled the joints! He’s very talented. Everyone tell him how talented he is.” The group watches in amused shock as you bounce up from the sofa and rush to the door, paranoid and giddy. “Have a great show, guys. I’ll be watching. Uh… break all your legs or whatever!”

The seat you leave behind is far from empty and Mike reaches down, retrieving your bra from the cushion.

“Uh, Y/N? I think this is yours.”

Busted, you catch the tossed bit of lingerie and grin as you back away. “Oops? Have fun!”

Rob laughs. “Already did.”

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[alessiathepirate]

Ocean's Eleven

POKER: Rusty Ryan x fem!reader

Summary: As they go to pick Danny up she can't help but think about the moment she shared with Rusty after the heist.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I made while I wrote this short story.

Warning: smoking, mentioned stealing, the usual Ocean's stuff, otherwise just fluff

•••

Months after the heist, during which they successfully robbed Terry Benedict from both his money and girlfriend - even if the last one was mainly Danny's job - she finally felt at ease. This afternoon Danny Ocean will be released from prison and with that the last task of the robbery will be done. Not like the robbery wasn't successful already - she became a rich woman, sure, but she wasn't a calm one. She won't be a calm one until Danny Ocean walks up to the car and gets in, so she can let go of the stressful thoughts she had since the day Ocean talked to her about the plan.

A plan with no casualities - her number one rule. She can sleep peacefully knowing she stole some rich guy's money, but not with the thought that because of some stupid mistake one of her friends went to jail for a lifetime.

"Are you ready to meet him again, Tess?" she asked the woman who was sitting behind her, while she was examining her every expression in the rearview mirror.

"Of course I am." was the answer she got and the answer that satisfied her doubts. Tess' voice was nervous but full of love and that was the proof of her love for Danny she needed.

They didn't say anything for a while. They just sat there in silence, looking at the gates of the prison where Danny was currently getting his stuff back and where Ryan was waiting while eating a hamburger.

God, she was hungry as well.

"You know, we should find Rusty a girl."

The sentence made her look away from the building and moments later her gaze was on the rearview mirror again, looking at Tess.

"You think so?"

What if he already has one?

She looked back at the building again, this time focusing on the man eating in front of the main gate. Maybe they just didn't make their relationship that obvious?

A proud smile creeped up on her face at the thought. Maybe they were just too happy living in their own little bubble, they never considered telling anyone around them.

"Yes, I think so."

If you knew...

And if you knew he has one since Bellagio.

Since Bellagio... Good God, she has to thank Danny he asked her to help them with the plan.

The night of the heist was the night of their first kiss and with that the night their relationship as lovers began. It happened after they got away with the money and after they all walked out to the fountain to enjoy the feeling of success. And that night they deserved to swim in pride, pulling off a stunt like that.

There they were, all of them. Enjoying that feeling, swimming in pride while looking at the fountain in complete silence - until the members of the gang started to walk away one by one. Except her - and Rusty.

"You know now that I think about it," she started, feeling like there is something she should say after that wild night, after all those glances of making sure the other is okay "I just robbed a casino without even knowing how to play poker."

He let out a chuckle and she realized this was probably the first time she heard him laugh.

"Really?"

"Yeah. It's kind of stupid, isn't it? I never really had the time to learn how to play."

"You are friends with Danny Ocean and you don't know how to play poker?"

She giggled at the thought as well, hiding her face in her palms as she leaned on the concrete banister.

"God, I'm horrible..."

"No, that means Terry Benedict is horrible. You stole his money from the casino and you've never been in a casino before in your whole life."

Rusty lit a cigarette and offered her one. She accepted it and after he lit hers as well, they continued their conversation.

"Besides, I can always teach you how to play."

"Yeah? You want me to join your little club?"

"No, I don't want you to join them. I'd teach you separately."

"Oh really?" she asked teasingly as she took a puff on her cigarette.

"Yes, I'm sure you'd be a talented player."

"What makes you say that?"

"You just robbed a casino, darling, that takes some serious skills."

Warmth was pooling in her stomach even though she was cold a few minutes ago. The dress she wore was pretty elegant, but the material was thin - yet it was something women with money to spend liked to wear. It was something she had to wear that night as well if she wanted to blend in and be the eyes of the gang, making sure everything goes smoothly.

"I'll think about it." she said even if she decided that she'll definitely sit down with Rusty and listen to his every word as he teaches her how to play poker.

And then suddenly they were standing closer to each other, arms slightly touching on the banister. She tried to concentrate on her cigarette and did her absolute best to ignore the contact and what it was doing to her.

She looked up at him as they were smoking in silence and her hands shook a little as the warmth in her stomach became stronger, not wanting to stop. She examined his expressions, his gestures, the way he was holding the cigarette and then she realized that she doesn't want to leave.

And then it just happened...

She wasn't sure how, she couldn't remember who leaned in first - the only thing she knew was that they were kissing right after Rusty turned to look at her after she was observing him for so long.

They were kissing and she had to grab his shoulder to not get completely lost in the feeling. Her cigarette fell into the water of the fountain from the sudden contact - from the sudden sweet and warm contact, what was surprisingly gentle. Gentle and kind, not fast, not rough, but patient.

One of his hands was on her waist and she was sure those were the most thoughtful and gentle touches she's ever felt.

"When do we start playing?" she asked quietly after their first ever kiss ended.

"Poker?"

"Sure."

"Whenever you want."

"Is tonight okay?"

Danny and Rusty were walking towards the car as she tried to hide her smile. She waved at Danny as they got closer.

"I stopped and picked up your personal effects. 'Hope you don't mind." she almost chuckled at Rusty's words and at Danny's reaction. There it is, Dan and Tess are together again, everything worked out alright, the world is finally at peace again.

She looked at Rusty knowingly as Danny sat next to Tess. They shared a smile.

"We need to get Rusty a girl." Tess said again as Rusty started the car.

"You hear this? They think you need to get a girl." she said as she looked at the rearview mirror only to see that the silver Sedar's engine was on.

"And you didn't tell them I already have one?"

If that question wasn't saying enough, then the quick kiss they shared definitely did. And even if she'll get way too many questions from her friends after this she'll answer them happily, knowing she hit the Jackpot when Danny Ocean asked her to help them and she said yes.

[sunny-mercya]

Casino Blues

02. Royal Flush

Rusty Ryan x Male Reader | Platonic! Danny Ocean x Brother Reader

Fandom -> Ocean's Trilogy

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The Royal Casablanca was not just a mere simple Casino—which thankfully isn't located in meek old boring Viva Las Vegas, wouldn't have fit the aesthetics—but it's The Casino of all Casinos—located on a ship, the ship itself being the establishment—for the high society of the world's wealthiest people.

Royal Casablanca, nicknamed Royal Bianca for short sayings, is a highlight for every Gambler—and auctioneers, who love to present their antiques—from past decades all the way to jewels of the modern era—you name it, they bring it, you pay and if you can't pay, well in simple terms; your life is not worth of living anymore—an thrill of excitement and ecstasy like experience.

So when Danny had knocked on your hotelroom—in the early hours of lunch, after yesterday's failed attempt of a heist to pay Mister Benedict back and you're still pissed at Danny and Rusty for that, because now you're on his hit-list too—greeting you joyfully, with a tight hug and ruffling your hair, stepping inside—amused at your husband, who eats a stack of pancakes, like the glutton he is—you were surprised when Danny said, he wanted to gather the team for another heist.

You're even more surprised, interest highly piqued though, when Danny mentioned the Royal Casablanca.

The guys, besides Reuben, looked only mildly confused—save for Linus, he had yet again no clue what's going on—with the mention of the name and you couldn't help yourself but to chortle out laugh.

»Could someone please explain what joke I missed?«

»Oh Linus, bless you, but Danny and Rus really needs to teach you some basics of the Casino and Gambling world« you said, getting up from the couch and standing next your brother now.

Linus didn't mention it, holding his tongue, how—in a way—unsettling it was for him—how fast you had changed personality by the mention of a mere Casino. Had you gone from bystander husband—who knows about the little hobby of illegally, like Tess—to professional informant within seconds.

And informations about Royal Casablanca you had.

»Gentleman's, when Monaco the Royal Palace of gambling is, than is Royal Casablanca the Crown itself,« you begun, starting—full in your element—to explain why this Casino is such a grand event of highlight.

From Europe, to Africa and all the way to Arabian and Asian east, the Casino would anchor at a specific location of country and stay there for maximum three nights, before it sail's away towards the next destination.

Since they have their own special bank inside the ship, the security is high but not high enough; which means, if played right, you can—in a metaphorical sense—rob it without being caught.

»Wait, how's that even possible?«

»Royal Bianca belongs technically to Monaco, in any of these three nights they make enough money—explosive enough—that if you might win a longer round of games in there and getting one of the grand jackpots and leave, it wouldn't hurt them.«

»So, hypothetically speaking, if one of use wins—although this time, truthfully without any tricks—let's say, 500.000.000 Billions, it's legally ours.« adds Danny and the others shrieked in shock.

»How's such a sum, in legal terms ours? What the hell is Royal Casablanca?! The devils home?«

»Nah, it's not the Devil's home, I would know—was there for years, although people say, it's also located in Ohio and somewhere else—but anyways. No, the reason why is; if you win, doesn't matter what sum, it's all yours. A wins a win, those are one of the few rules in there.«

»And who of us will be the lucky guy?«

»That's gonna be [Name].«

»That's right. It's me, who's not only an expert, but also the best of the best when it comes to Royal Bianca.« you boasted gleefully, fully proud and overflowing with confidence.

Royal Casablanca was your realm.

~~~

Danny, Rusty and you were in one of the many empty—to such an hour—lounges of the hotel, you're staying in for tonight and tomorrow.

From Amsterdam to Monaco was just a day trip away and since Danny and Rusty had to do a short visit in France anyways, their planned casino heist—in one of Europe's most prestigious establishments—was just the start of something great.

»You wanna tell me the real reason, how you lost thirty millions of thirty-five? It can't be just the hotel thingy of yours«

You poured yourself another cup of coffee, but stopped midway from drinking it, when Danny had asked Rusty that question.

All you wanted was to discuss the plan once more, taking a short nap afterwards and then getting ready for your performance—but not to talk about this theme again or having to break up one of their heavier arguments.

»Well, it was just twenty for my hotel, the rest ten millions had to be paid for [Name]«

The way Rusty had said it, sounded as if it was something he never wanted to actually do, but had to—as if being forced.

»Well, you never had to in the first place.« you replied back angrily, glaring at your husband, clenching your hands into fits.

»Why so snappy now? You weren't even part of it the last time, so you have nothing to worry about Benedict.«

You inhaled sharply, standing up from your seat. Even more furious now.

»Excuse me? I might be not part of it last time, but I am now and you wanna know why? Because your Mister Benedict came to me, to our house—where I, we, should be safe—and threatens me, that if I don't repay the money—I apparently have stolen too—to him, he's gonna bring me back to him.«

You weren't having any of this. Not with such blatant heinous disrespect towards you, after you were finally being free from that hells place—finally feeling safe enough. So you thought at least.

»Hey, hey, [Nickname] how about we grab a bottle of Cola and go outside for some fresh air?« Danny took your hand, taking a bottle of Cola from the table and was on his way outside to the small hotel garden outside.

Danny gave Rusty a pointed look, who only looks remotely guilty at the moment.

~~~

»So, whose [Name] exactly?« asked Linus, fumbling with his Bowtie. It's a question which burned on his tongue, ever since he saw what a kind of enigma source of information you are—when it comes to Monaco and Royal Casablanca.

»My Husband.« replied Rusty, looking just a tiny bit anxious and impatiently towards the bathroom, where you went in to get ready dressed.

»Yeah, I already knew that, but I meant like, personality wise? What's his job? Is he like us? Yeah know, all that stuff«

»Do you wanna tell them or should I?«

Rusty inhaled deeply, annoyance rising and patience running thin. He knew Danny's still just a tad angry at him, for upsetting you hours ago—Rusty himself feels the guilt coming up, ruining his appetite—but really, in all honesty, why do they—especially Linus—want to know information about you?

Were your personal information useful or necessary in the current situation? No.

Do they ask out of pure curiosity? Perhaps.

»[Name]'s my husband, he used to work in a rather expensive and fancy establishment of brothel business and is a merciless gambler when it comes to any sort of Casino games—so fair warning, never play against him.«

»Wait, wait, hold on! So, [Name]'s a Who–«

»Linus, we like you and so does [Name], but if you dare to finish that word or ever say it again—around us or him—I will punch you so hard, till your bones crack.«

Rusty wouldn't let anyone, be it stranger, family or friends, say such disrespectful and shameful term about you.

Words could hurt just as much, but when carved into your skin—they're a constant reminder for the someone's mind.

Linus had gone quiet instantly, when Rusty gave him one of the those stern looks.

»Ignore him, Linus. It's still a sensitive topic.« added Danny.

»Alrighty, Gentlemans! I'm ready.«

When you stepped out of the Bathroom, dressed in a mix between causal suit and old money look—heeled boots, which makes you appear taller—and the few added jewelleries, a clutch-purse and sunglasses—was such a look of pure professional, that Linus had to hold in a whistle. Rusty or Danny would've whacked him upside the head.

But damn, Linus thought, you know how to get dressed fancy.

[silverhallow]

Beautiful Nightmare

Benedict Bridgerton x Sophie Beckett

Modern AU

Rated: T - Major Angst, Car accidents, witnessing a car accident, mentions of trauma, WHUMP, Injuries, descriptions of blood and injuries, surgery.

Word count: 2k

Summary: When a beautiful day goes horribly wrong, a disaster threatens to rob Benedict of everything he held close in his life.

Author's Note: This is gonna hurt… i’m sorry. (well i’m not really) and oh yeah. It’s a cliff hanger

Blame @ambitionspassionscoffee she sent me the picture 😂😂

Part 2 , Part 3, part 4 coming soon

Enjoy

There was not much worse in life that seeing the love of your life lying in a hospital bed, a tube in her nose, canulars in her arms, the beeping of the machines next to her, telling him that her heart was still beating, that she was fighting through the pain, that she was trying to come back to him.

The only thing that had made this entire thing worse was that he had been there, she’d saved him and ended up sacrificing herself. He’d witnessed every single thing that had happened.

They’d been walking Edmund in his pushchair through the village whilst Kate and Anthony were at a midwife appointment. It had been a beautiful morning, the sun had been shining, the sky was blue and it had been a morning that Benedict would have remembered anyway without the entire day being the worst day of his life.

They had been laughing and joking, talking about their wedding and they felt like a little family as they walked with their nephew, he was pushing the pushchair and Sophie was talking next to them and suggesting where they go for lunch when their day went from beautiful and light to a disaster.

They heard a screech of tyres, people yelling around the corner and Sophie looked up at Benedict confused “we should maybe move” she said but her words sort of died as the out of control car came veering around the corner.

People were jumping and diving out of the way, the sirens of the emergency services could be heard in the distances but Benedict froze as he saw the car careering towards them, his brain was screaming at him to move, but his muscles and everything didn’t seem to want to move.

Fear had petrified him and he was sure he was watching his entire life flash before his eyes but as the car got closer to him he felt his entire body forcibly moved, the pushchair going with him as he lost control of the pushchair and it moved out of danger as his entire body fell to the floor and he rolled out of the way and as he rolled to face the car, he let out a scream of such terror he never realised he was able to make as he saw Sophie hit by the car.

Her body propelled backwards, the car had lost speed as it was moving towards them, and it was probably that which stopped Sophie from being thrown completely threw the windows behind her but instead clattered into the tables and chairs as the car came to stop over her.

She was trapped.

A stranger had gotten Edmund, the pushchair was safe but Sophie…

Benedict was screaming, trying to get the car moved, the air bags had gone off and the driver, an elderly man who had suffered a heart attack at the wheel of the car, was unconscious and pinned, one of the tables had gone through the window but he didn’t care, he needed to get to Sophie.

He screamed for help, begged for Sophie to reply to him but there was no sound other than the sirens getting closer, people’s footsteps getting closer and closer and someone frantically on the phone to the ambulance service.

Benedict was trying to move the debris out of the way, the tables and the chairs, some of them had gone through the glass of the cafe window and had caused additional mess.

He felt a man tugging at his shoulders “sir… we need to you move”

“No! My girlfriend… my fiancee… she�� she…” he stammered as he pointed and as he looked down he felt his stomach drop to his toes

Blood…

An almost river of blood was flowing out from under the car and he turned and vomited directly onto the policeman’s vest, the colour drained from his face and the policeman saw the blood, understood immediately.

“It’s okay son, the ambulance is here. The fire brigade is here, we’ll get her out…” he said to him as he manoeuvred Benedict out of the way, the stranger who had seen Benedict getting shoved out of the way and had rescued the pushchair and came over to him, bringing Edmund back, the just over one year old was sleeping soundly having thankfully, fallen asleep moments before the accident and had not woken up during the commotion.

Benedict could do nothing but watch as the police, fire service and ambulance crews went to work, the glass moved, everything that was in the way was moved and they got to Sophie but when they got her out. Benedict had to wonder if he was ever going to see her again, how could anyone survive a hit like that.

She was so tiny, the fact she’d hit him with enough force to get him and Edmund out of the way was incredible but he hated that she’d sacrificed herself for him, if he had just moved when she told him to, none of this would have happened.

The police offered him an escort to the hospital, someone, he had no idea who, had taken his phone and called Anthony, informing him of the situation as Benedict just watched on, like a zombie, he thought this all had to be a bad dream, he was going to wake up any second, he was just trapped in a nightmare but as he was put into the car and taken to the hospital, as he felt Kate, Anthony and then their mother’s arms around him in the hospital, he knew it wasn’t a bad dream.

He was stuck in a living nightmare.

Sophie had lost a lot of blood, there had been significant trauma to her spleen, other parts of her body, glass shards had embedded themselves into her skull, various fractures and she’d been rushed into surgery and all Benedict could do was wait.

He had no words, he was in shock. The nurses and doctors had given him something for it but still, until he was able to feel Sophie’s hand in his once more, until he knew she was going to be okay, he was sure he would never feel anything again.

He finally understood what his mother had gone through all those years ago when their father had died.

The way she was catatonic. The way she just couldn’t move.

She was the only person who could understand what he was going through now, waiting to find out if she was okay, if she was going to make it.

Benedict just sat in the waiting room, heart beating only for Sophie, each rhythmic thump, each beat begging her to keep fighting, to hold on.

If she died, he surely would as well, as from the moment he’d met her, their lives had been entwined. They had been best friends for years before they had finally realised that they were in love with one another, they were planning the rest of their lives together but now…

He had no idea if he was even going to get the rest of their lives.

Was this all he had been granted?

22 years…

21 years of friendship and a year of loving her like he’d never loved a person before and he would never love a person again.

True Soulmates were rare, he knew he had it in Sophie, she was the other half of his soul and with each passing hour, as the darkness of night finally crept in to match the darkness he felt in his heart, he felt himself dying.

Violet stayed with her son. She sent Kate and Anthony away, sent them home with their son, Kate was a month away from giving birth, she was exhausted and panicked. Violet promised to call them with any news.

Kate had kissed Benedict’s cheek, Anthony had hugged his brother and both said a prayer before they left. Benedict hadn’t even noticed.

It was nearly 3am when a familiar face came out, neither of them had any idea that Georgiana and Nicholas were on shift that night. Georgiana was one of the best trauma surgeons in the country and that, for the first time in nearly 12 hours, gave Benedict a small sense of relief and hope.

“Ben… Vi…” Georgiana started “i’m so sorry to have kept you so long, shall we go into a room to talk”

Benedict felt his stomach drop, he’d seen enough shows to know that never meant good news and he was like bambi on ice as his mother and his Aunt helped him up.

Nicholas was already waiting for them in the room, both of them looked exhausted but they knew that this was a surgery they couldn’t walk away from.

“Is… is everything okay?” Violet asked

“Given what she suffered, it’s a miracle she’s still alive. If that car had been going even a few miles per hour faster, she’d have not made it… she… she went into cardiac arrest twice on the table but we got her back… she’s… she’s… not in a good place. We’ve managed to repair the damaged kidney, removed her spleen and pinned her leg, she’s got a few broken ribs, a fractured skull, but the glass didn’t penetrate past the skin thankfully so provided the swelling goes does, we are hopeful there is no risk of Brain Injury but until she wakes up we won’t know…” Nicholas explained

“She lost a lot of blood, they managed to get some into her on the way over and we’ve got her on a drip, we’ll continue to give her blood and monitor her closely but it’s going to be a long road to recovery, if she recovers” Georgiana said as carefully and delicately as she could.

“If?” Benedict asked, his voice hoarse from underuse and quavering as he fought back tears

“It’s in her hands now, we’ve done all we can… we just have to… well wait” Georgiana said

Benedict felt the tears down his face “Can… can I see her?” he asked

“You’ll have to change, we’ve got some scrubs but given the number of wounds we want to limit infection as best as possible so you have to scrub up before going in” Nicholas said to him.

It didn’t matter if he had to burn his flesh off to see her. He would do whatever it took, he had to see her, reassure himself that her heart was still beating, that he was there and he wasn’t going anywhere.

They may not have said their vows but it was in sickness and in health… until death would they part and even that, he wasn’t sure death would keep them apart. There was no him without her, and he had to tell her that.

He had to talk to her, let the sound of his voice bring him back to her like it did when she had a nightmare.

He nodded immediately and Georgiana took him to the Intensive Care Unit where he did as he was asked, he was disinfected to the point he was wondering if he was going to end up sterile before he donned scrubs, a mask, a hair net and little booties before being allowed in the room.

The sight nearly broke him.

Wires and tubes everywhere, the sound of the beep, beep, beep, of her heart beating was surprisingly reassuring, her beautiful face, covered in little scratches from the glass, bruises forming over the patches of skin he could see.

This beautiful girl had sacrificed herself for him and his nephew and he would never be able to thank her enough, he wanted to yell at her for being stupid, for risking herself but he knew that was Sophie, putting herself in danger to save others… she’d always been like that.

He made his way to the seat next to the bed, grateful they’d not asked him to wear gloves and he reached his hand out, taking her hand in his, it felt warm.

Warmer than he had been expecting and he knew that was a good sign, he felt the pulse in her wrist as he stared at her.

“Come back to me Soph… don’t leave me… I love you. Please…” he whispered into the room but he didn’t get a reply.

He didn’t expect it.

He knew now it was a waiting game.

Only time would tell, but he had hope in his heart and soul that she would come back to him.

As he repeated the same words over and over again “I love you… I love you… I love you”

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Crossroads 8/CR8

So we knew, as soon as Creepy Uncle Misha was announced as "headliner" (I use that term loosely obviously) that we were in for a Heller con. It's a shame that Creepy Uncle Misha running his lying, inappropriate, queerbaiting, crowdpleasing, showboating mouth has overshadowed the whole con but here we are. I paid for a pic and an auto from him, and I honestly wish I hadn't. The auto was a scribble and thank you, no interaction, no eye contact, no smile. Pretty much the same with the pic. He was the only celeb that was like this. It's like he only switches on when he's the centre of attention. Who knew?! (Oh, us. We did)

So I'm not getting into the crap he spouted, and I'm just going to give you my favourite bits from all the panels I went to and the celebs I met. I haven't laughed as much as I did this weekend in an age!

*Firstly, Mark Shepperd is an amazing human being. He's as gruff, rude, bossy, dry, funny and adorable as you'd expect. He told me off twice. I loved it! And I love him ❤️

*Same with Rob Benedict. Had a lovely chat with him about the podcasts and his and Ruth's baby. He sang Fare Thee Well and Creep in the final panel, it was goosepimply hauntingly beautiful. Utterly magical.

*Am now a little bit in love with Tomer Capone. He was humble, gorgeous, funny and an all round lovely guy. Gives amazing hugs too!

*Karen Fukahama was tiny and gorgeous. She's really funny and I adored her. Such fun on her and tomers panels. Cannot wait till Season 4 of the Boys. No spoilers, but it sounds EPIC!!!!

*AlCal was also a lovely hugger! I asked for a Jack wave but he decided we were hugging instead so that was a bit special. Also felt quite sorry for him in one of his panels as there was some kind of weirdo who asked him if he'd found a black feather...very strange and stalkery.

*Jim Beaver was exactly how you'd expect him to be. He called me darlin' on multiple occasions. Life made lol. His panels with Steven Williams were one of the highlights of the weekend. Those two need a podcast together. So so funny.

*Cindy Sampson was my biggest surprise. Wasn't overly keen on Lisa at all in the show, like many people. Cindy is a bloody joy. She has no filter, just like me! She was brilliant, loved meeting her.

*Special mention for hilarity goes to the start of the Alcal, Rob and Creepy Uncle Misha panel. In passing, someone said "oh no, he didnt". If you know anything about the British, you'll probably know what happened next. (If you don't, Google British pantomime!) It descended quickly into a traditional panto back and forth, but our US friends had no clue at all what was happening. Bless Ruth for educating Rob in our cultural heritage, he was able to explain it to the others. Left most of the audience cry laughing.

Anyway, I'm knee deep in conflu so I'm about to go to bed, but any questions at all about the con, please ask! Even if you just want a chat, I'm around x

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@afantasycourt continuing from here - Emma x Benedict.

Emma, obviously, hadn't meant for things to take this turn; when she had stolen Eloise's brother it was to have a big of -innocent- fun: a drink, a little chat, since she was getting to know the Bridgertons one by one, and wanted to get the book from her carriage so he could pass it along to his mother, with whom she had spoken at the last ball. And then a bunch of familiar idiots had surrounded them, same guys she had given a lesson to several days before.

"Remember how I said I'm Emma of Mysthaven, no last name?" she asked in a whisper, looking at the men who were trying, and failing, to look menacing when so obviously taken aback by the fact that they had been caught; they were probably trying to rob her carriage as a payback, not expecting her return. "That's because it's princess Emma of Mysthaven, and in my kingdom we fight. So plan is: I fight them, you run. Good?" she smiled as if to invite him to say yes, it was all good, and already took a step in the men's direction. Maybe she didn't even need to fight them, maybe she just needed to threaten them with life imprisonment. She'd much rather punch them, though; felt like a more proportionate retribution.

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Life Of The Party

Summary: A game of truth or dare gets’s really interesting, when alcohol is involved. 

Pairing: Rob Benedict x Reader

Written for: @spnchristmasbingo​

Square Field: Rob Benedict

Word Count: 1410

Warning: Implications of past as well as future smut, oral (male receiving), alcohol consumption, mentions of being drunk, language. This one is pretty much porn, not sorry. 

A/N: This fic is completely unbeta’d, so all mistakes are mine! This is my first ever Rob x Reader fic, so please be nice lol. Feedback is golden, do not copy my work! I hope you all enjoy this one!

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“Okay Y/N, truth or dare,” Richard asked, staggering into your circle of friends in his living room with an open bottle of Crown, and a bag of popcorn, flopping down with an exaggerated grown next to Jared, who chuckled at the thought of what he was gonna do to Richard when he passed out first as usual.

“Dare, pick dare,” Misha drunkenly whispers yells, elbowing you annoyingly. 

“Okay, okay dare,” you growl, swatting at Misha, who promptly falls off of the cushion he was only half balanced on, causing Jensen to snort out a laugh into his own red solo cup. 

“YAS QUEEN!” Richard yells, slapping his hands together, and giving you a mischievous grin that seriously made you a little uneasy. 

Richard had flown Jensen, Misha, Rob, Jared, Briana, Kim, and yourself to his house as soon as the quarantine was lifted in order to have a friend’s get together/Christmas celebration now that people were safely able to be in the same room with each other again. Richard’s parties were always a promise of two things, a good time you all hoped no one would remember in the morning, and a damn horrible hangover the next day. 

“Okay, okay, you have to go in that room back there where Rob is having a pity party for himself, don’t say shit, just drop down on your knees in front of him, and suck him off,” Richard slurs. 

Misha pops up off the floor like a gopher out of his hole, and Jensen nearly chokes to death on his drink, while the others laugh at their reactions. Briana slaps Jensen hard on the back as he sputters, and Richard keeps locked eyes with your completely shocked face. 

“Can’t I just go flash him or something?” you whisper to the circle in front of you.

Richard shakes his head and crosses his arms over his chest. “Nope, you either go in there and blow him, or you have to tell us what happened between you and Sebastian at Comic Con last year.”

Your ears burned and you knew you were blushing. The whole circle seemed to perk up at that little bit of information. You had told Richard about that little hookup in confidentiality, but apparently, alcohol brings forth loose lips from your extremely drunk friend. 

You weren’t about to throw Sebastian under the bus like that. Plus you don’t know if he wanted it out that he’d fucked Jensen’s PA at Comic Con. 

“Fine, fine,” you grumble, getting off of the floor with a huff. 

“Well, next time I’ma go sulk in a back room over my ex, then maybe I can’t…” Jensen started, but before he could finish Briana elbowed him hard in the side, “Ouch!” 

You chose to ignore his comment and tried to calm your nerves, crossing the floor to the bedroom door. An eerie silence had fallen over the room behind you, and you knew everyone was watching.

“Remember Y/N, not a word, just do it,” Richard said. 

Man, you hopped he didn’t freak out on you. Rob had been friends with you ever since you started working for Jensen as his PA when he took on a new role with the boys, as well as his new production company. It was a big workload, and he needed the backup. It was the best decision you had ever made. It opened up a lot of doors for you that you never thought you would have opened, but it also gave you friends you would cherish for a lifetime. 

Opening the door to the room you see Rob sitting on the edge of the bed with his phone in one hand, and an open bottle of beer in another, taking a deep swig as he turns his head to look at you from where he was gazing out of the window.

“Hey, Y/N/N,” he smiled at you as you closed the door behind you, slipping the lock to prevent them from getting too curious and coming in for proof. 

You cross the floor with your heart pounding against your rib cage, coming to a stop in front of him, and placing your finger to your lips, shushing him as you wink and sink down to your knees in front of him. 

You watched confusion flashed across his face as your hands slipped sensually up his thighs, making their way to his belt, undoing it quickly and lowering his zipper before he had a chance to react. 

“What...What are you? Oh, God.”

Reaching inside his pants you quickly remove his flaccid length stroking it in your hand and blowing lightly across the tip, smirking as his hips jerked in response, and his cock started to swell under your administrations. 

“Oh my God,” he murmured, quickly undoing his button and swatting you away only long enough to shove his pants and boxers down in a hurry. You bit your tongue, desperately wanting to respond with, “I thought you went by Rob now,” but remembering you weren’t allowed to speak.

By the time you took him in your hands again you were pretty impressed at the fact he was already fully erect, and already forming a little bead of precum at his swollen tip. Even more impressive was the sudden need you had to taste him.   

You had always thought Rob was cute, but you had never really seen him that way, not until this point. 

Giving him your best doe-eyed look you slowly run your tongue all the way up the thick vein on the underside of his cock, stopping to tongue at his slit, your own pussy clenching around nothing at the little moans that were already falling from his lips as his eyes closed and his head lulled back; the salty taste of precum invading your taste buds as you hollow out your checks and swallow all of him that you could until you were nose to hilt with him. 

“Holy shit,” he groaned, grabbing your hair and moving it out of your face as you bag to bob up and down his shaft, licking, sucking, and jerking what you couldn’t fit in your mouth as you went. 

You never expected this to turn you on the way it did, but damn. The weight of him on your tongue was downright intoxicating. It didn’t take long for his legs to start shaking, and his breath to come in short, uneven bursts as he got closer and closer to his release, his hips moving along with the pace you had set. 

You could tell he was close, right on the edge, all he needed was a little push to get there, and you had a feeling you knew just how to do it. 

Carefully you slip your left hand under his quickly tightening sack, massaging slowly, pulling more strangled groans from his lips as his legs tightened and jerked, almost there, but still not quite falling over the edge. Taking a deep breath through your nose, you hollow out your cheek and swallow him whole in one goal, gagging slightly around the tip, that was all it took for him to spill into your waiting mouth, and you eagerly sucked down all he had to give until he couldn’t take it anymore. 

Rob sat on the bed, wide-eyed and panting as he slowly got to your feet, carefully wiping your mouth because, well, dammit you were a lady after all, and giving him a wink as you head towards the door. 

“Merry Christmas Rob,” you say as you grab a hold of the doorknob, knowing damn good and well there was a crowd waiting outside the door because you heard them shuffle away at the close sound of your voice. 

“Merry Christmas Y/N,” he replied, voice much higher than normal. 

You exit the room grinning only to find a very disgruntled Jensen standing not far from the doorway. 

You remember his previous comment as you cross your arms in front of you, leaning against the doorway, more than a little riled up from the task you just completed, the alcohol making you braver than what you would have been normally, and after all, it was a party. 

“Truth or dare Jay,” you say with your best devilish smirk, one that he quickly returned, taking a deep swing of the whiskey bottle he was holding before pinning you to the door frame. 

“Dare.”

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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. 

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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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The mysterious package

Chuck/God X reader

498 words

I woke up from my short sleep, insomnia being a bitch.  I stretch and go to the bathroom. 

Just as I get to the bathroom the doorbell starts to ring... annoying.  Who would dare bug me at this time in the morning.

I finish up my business and quickly check the door, no one was there.  I open the door just in case if it was the mail man leaving stuff on my doorstep again.  I look around and simply see a white bag so I grab it and bring it in the house.  I shut the door and bring the bag over to the counter and open it.

There was a sight to behold, a warm container with giant fluffy pancakes drizzled in chocolate sauce with syrup cartains underneath the container.  I open up the container and give it a good sniff.  "Smells so good" I say to myself.  The strange thing was I have no idea who left this fluffy goodness. 

I simply leave it on the counter.  I have to many enemies and so it could be poisoned.  My stomach growled.  "I know it's our favorite" I say to my stomach.  I then decided to try to write to take my thoughts off the deliciousness that is most likely poisoned.

I was writing for what felt like hours as I was constantly getting ideas and deleting them... fucking writers block.

I get up to splash some water on my face. 

I get comfortable again at spot and try to get work done again, then the doorbell being rang annoyingly again.

This time I ran to the door and opened it... tripping at the same time from the rush. 

"You fell for me" says the beautiful voice of my one and only Chuck.  He had his arms wrapped around me to steady myself.

I let him in the house.  "Any new progress (y/n)" he asks.  "No nothing yet" I say and give him a kiss.  My stomach then rumbles again.  He then began to speak "Writing is hard personally I can't write on an empty stomach so maybe you can't either.  I left you some stuff this morning, sorry I couldn't stay I had some business to take care of".  I quickly rush to the kitchen to get the pancakes that were somehow still warm.  I bring them again to where we were.  "So it was you that brought these deliciousness" I say started to eat.  "Yeah there from that new dinner from down the street" he says and wipes his finger over the side of my lips, he then put that finger in his mouth "delicious".  "Honestly with my paranoia I thought it was gonna end up being poisoned, maybe leave a note next time would yeah, or at least give me the chance to get downstairs" I say and give him some bites of the pancakes.

He then kisses me both our mouths tasting of chocolaty pancakes and syrup.