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nineteenninety-six · 1 month ago

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── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ Chocolate Bars and Injuries

Pairing: Jack Abbot x Reader

AN: I ofc watched The Pitt and became obsessed so here’s a fic! Beware of medical inaccuracies and ooc-ness and there should be a second part because I can’t stop my self

TW: Parental death, usual medical injuries etc

Synopsis: Jack unintentionally bonds with a young patient and then somehow even more unintentionally, falls for his older sister.

PART TWO PART THREE

Dr Jack Abbot would never admit it, especially aloud but he was terribly bored. The ED wasn't exactly busy at that moment with borders waiting in the hall waiting to be transported to the appropriate departments in the hospital. Dr Shen was in triage with a med student, residents were tending to the higher priority patients coming through triage, and Dr Ellis was checking in on patients which left Jack bored at the nurses station and Jack Abbot 'hated' being bored, especially on shift.

He eyed the patient board, hoping for something even slightly interesting. Just as he was going to take another coffee break when a new case appeared on the screen. A simple adolescent with a supposed fracture, low stakes but it was something to occupy his time and so he pushed himself to his feet and swiped a tablet from the charging station, making his way to the room.

You tried your hardest to comfort your little brother as he wiggled uncomfortably on the hospital bed, trying to keep him from moving his injured arm but as time passed, it was getting increasingly harder for you to do so.

A traumatising experience months ago had meant that when you suggested taking your brother to the hospital after an accident on the jungle gym earlier that day had ended up resulting in a meltdown. It had taken hours of convincing and begging, along with a promise to get a new toy for him to finally agree and you found yourself in a sweet spot in the hospital that night. It was late enough that the rush of the day crowds had left but too early for the late night antics crowd had not yet arrived so they only had to spend an hour in the waiting room before they were shuffled into the ED and onto a free bed. Your brother had already had his x-ray taken when you arrived and so you were just waiting for the results.

You were internally debating whether or not you should quickly run and grab a chocolate bar to placate your brother when the curtain was drawn open and you were greeted by a doctor and a nurse.

"Hi there, I'm Dr Abbot" The man's eyes flicker between the two of them on the bed and then his tablet. "And I've heard you've hurt yourself little guy."

Your little brother, Caspian, whimpers in response, curling up even closer to you.

"We had a fall at the jungle gym earlier," You responded as you tried to untangle yourself from your brother, "He hurt his arm."

"I've got the x-ray results here and it looks like you've got a fracture so we'll give you a cast and then you'll get to go home." Dr Abbot turns to the nurse beside them and quickly mutters off what he needs before the nurse nods and leaves them.

"You hear that Cas?" You turn to your brother, "Nice and quick!"

Caspian's pout deepens, "Chocolate?"

You huff a disbelieving laugh at him before you turn to Dr Abbot who watched the both of you with a curious look.

"Is there a vending machine here?" You ask, already reaching for your purse.

"Yeah, down the hall and around the corner" Dr Abbot tells you, "I'll stay with him, the nurse will be back shortly."

You turn back to Caspian, cautious of how he would do without her, "I won't be long. Please behave for Dr Abbot"

You stepped past Dr Abbot as you left and he was momentarily dazed by the scent of your perfume as you breezed by. He watched you until you disappeared from his line of sight and then brought himself back to reality. For all he knew, the kid on the bed was yours and you were probably married as well.

Caspian eyed Dr Abbot with apprehension as the doctor took a seat on the stool. The doctor was generally quite awkward with children, of course he came across them and treated them when they arrived in the ED but talking and interacting with children was just out of his comfort zone.

"So, uh, what's your favourite chocolate bar?"

Caspian giggles at his questions, his shoulders retreating from his shoulders as he considers his answer.

"Kitkat!"

Dr Abbot laughs, "Yeah? I like that too."

"I'm going to get a new toy tomorrow!" Caspian bragged to the doctor.

Jack couldn't help but laugh again. He had no idea why but he finds it easy to talk and get along with the kid.

"Yeah..Because you're doing so good today?"

"Uh-huh!"

You returned shortly with a handful of chocolate you had got from the vending machine, interrupting their conversation and Caspian perked up at the sight of you, eagerly reaching for a kitkat.

"Thank you~" Caspian spoke around a mouthful of chocolate.

"Don't be gross and don't speak with your mouth full." You chastise Caspian, as you dumped the rest of your haul into your bag but Dr Abbot spied the smile on your face despite your words.

Soon the nurse returns with the supplies for the cast and Caspian is brought back to earth, crying into your shoulder as you try to comfort him.

"You can sit with your mom little man, but you gotta shift a bit so I can access your arm."

You freeze momentarily at his words. It's not the first time you've been mistaken as his mom, you're most definitely old enough to be but since you've gotten custody, it's happened more frequently.

"Oh I'm not his mom. I'm his older sister." You correct the doctor.

"Oh" Dr Abbot pauses, "My apologies"

You shrug, "It's fine. No worries"

Dr Abbot was silent as he wrapped Caspian's arm, only breaking the silence to ask him what colour Caspian wanted before he returned to his work. Truthfully, he wouldn't normally do something like this but it was quiet in the ED that evening and he had also taken a little liking to the quiet boy and his sister.

After he had done the final patches, he looked up and saw Caspian half asleep in his sister's arms and so he lowered his voice as he spoke to you.

"We're done here." Dr Abbot shifted his stool a bit closer to you, "It'll take around four to six weeks to heal and the nurse will be back with your discharge papers and your care plan that outlines the next steps."

"Thank you" You smile at Dr Abbot, "Seriously. Cas doesn't have the best experience in hospitals and I don't know how you did but he felt calm around you. He is usually quite upset and irritable but I think he likes you."

"Ah, it wasn't me, he's a cool kid." Dr Abbot felt shy, almost, of the gratitude he was receiving.

After you thanked him one last time before he left, you waited patiently for the nurse to return but as you dug in your bag for one of the chocolates you bought earlier for a snack, you unknowingly woke your young brother.

"Dr Abbot likes KitKat…" Caspian murmurs against your shoulder, surprising you.

"Holy sh—" You gasp, your heart thundering against your chest, "Did I wake you?"

Caspian nods before he repeats what he said, "Dr Abbot likes KitKat."

"...Yeah I heard you…" Your words trail off as you get a sudden idea, digging back in your bag for a random receipt and grabbing a pen nearby.

Hours later, long after you and your brother had been discharged, Dr Jack Abbot was sitting at the nurses station, taking a breather after a sudden rapid set of back to back patients. He was sipping his coffee and talking to the night shift charge nurse when the nurse he had worked with earlier made their way over to him with something in their hand.

The nurse had a soft smile as they passed over the item, "This was left behind for you."

Jack reached for the item, a curious expression on his face. "By the kid?"

The nurse nodded before they left, returning to other patients.

Jack looked down at the item and smiled. It was a Kitkat bar wrapped in an old receipt that had a little note scribbled on it.

'Cas said you liked Kitkats. I hope you enjoy it ❤'

Veronica, the night shift charge nurse curiously peers over at him, "What's that?"

Jack waved the chocolate bar before he opened it up and took a quick bite before he elaborated, "The sister of the kid with the broken arm left this for me. She bought a bunch from the vending machine earlier."

Veronica smiled at him, "That's kind of her."

Jack smiled to himself, "...Yeah"

It would be just under two months later when you see Dr Abbot again but at least this time it was you in the hospital bed and not Caspian.

It was nearing one am and you were relaxed in the hospital bed, sleep tugging at you as you tried your hardest not to drift asleep. Caspian was fast asleep in your lap and you felt almost jealous of him. If your palm wasn't almost split in half and burning in pain, you would have gone to sleep and gone to the hospital the next day but alas that wouldn't have been a good idea.

You were on the edge of falling asleep when the door opened and a doctor introduced himself.

It was Dr Abbot again.

The doctor paused at the end of the bed, recognising you as well.

You sat up, the urge to sleep disappearing at the sight of the doctor, smile tugging on your lips, "Dr Abbot, it's you again"

"You know, most people don't see an ED doc twice in a month and if they do, they usually aren't happy about it" Dr Abbot replied as he read over your chart.

“Can I be technical and count them separately?” You joke, “Once as a family member and once as a patient, they can’t be combined.”

“Says who?” Jack asks, pulling up a stool up to your side to examine your wound.

“I say,” you joke once more, pausing when Dr. Abbott looks up at you. “Or do I need a doctor’s backing as well?”

His movements are gentle, pausing to give you a moment to breathe after you wince in pain when he gently pulls away the dishcloth you had haphazardly wrapped around your hand after you had sliced it open. His words are soft as he explains his actions, his voice a low murmur that sends a warm shiver down your spine. His touch is soft yet firm, confidence and warmth radiating through his gloves as he pokes and prods around your wound.

"How did this happen?"

"Lost a fight against a craft knife" You laugh.

"Yeah, those don't tend to end well." Jack murmurs, eyes still on your hand.

"I found some of those DIY decorations online and decided to try it out," You huff and roll your eyes, "I think next time I'll just stick to stuff in the stores."

"It's going to need stitches" Dr Abbot announces as he pulls back and stands, "I'll be back with the nurse and then we can get started."

Dr Abbot disappears quickly but the door slamming behind him wakes Caspian and now you were tasked with calming the tired and irritable five-year old with one hand but when Dr Abbot returns, all of Caspian's bad mood disappears at the appearance of the doctor. You were surprised he even remembered Dr Abbot but you weren't going to complain.

"Dr Abbot!" Caspian beams.

"Caspian!" Dr Abbot indulges the young child, "How's your arm?"

Caspian flaunts his cast free arm proudly, "It's better now, it doesn't hurt nomore!"

"And you're keeping out of trouble? Being good for your big sister?" Dr Abbot asks, gently guiding your arm into the correct position as he pulls the tray of equipment he needs closer.

Caspian nods before you pass him your phone and send him to the chair in the corner of the room so he can entertain himself and not see you get stitched up.

"I wanted to apologise again about last time" Dr Abbot says as he meticulously stitches you up after he numbed the area.

At your confused expression, he elaborates, "When I called you Caspian's mother."

"You're not the first one to think that so don't beat yourself up. I'm twenty-five years older than him so it's a common assumption," You clarify, laughing at the shocked expression on the doctor's face, "I was a 'oh shit we're too young to have kids baby' and he was a 'oh shit we're too old to have kids baby'."

Jack can't help but be curious, his mouth opening before he could stop himself, "And you take care of him? What about your parents?"

At this, your expression changes slightly. Your brows lower and your lips pout a bit, "They uh- died a few months ago…car accident."

Once again, Jack had shot himself in the foot.

"My apologies. Again." Jack murmurs as he finishes up the stitches, "I apparently can't help but put my foot in my mouth whenever I speak to you."

Your lips quirk at his admission, "You get nervous when you speak to me?"

Jack's eyes flicker up at you, his own lips falling into a small smile, "Are you teasing me?"

"More like flirting but I think I need to brush up on my skills." Your eyes never leave Jack's face.

Oh how Jack wanted to flirt back but you were young. Too young, he tried to rationalise. He was in his mid forties and you were in your early thirties at most. Both adults yes, but Jack tries to convince himself that the age gap is too large.

Jack will always deny it but you were certain you saw him flush. Red spread across the top of his cheeks before he tucked his head down in embarrassment. Jack finishes stitching and wrapping your hand in silence before he pulls away, telling you the next steps once you've left the hospital. Feeling guilty of putting him on the spot, you reach out to grab his wrist with you non-injured hand, pulling him to a stop,

"I'm sorry," You apologize, "If I overstepped or made you uncomfortable. It wasn't my intention, I promise."

"No harm done, I assure you." Jack tries his hardest to appear unaffected, stepping away from you, "We're done here, the nurse will be back soon with your discharge papers."

"Actually," You reach back out to take hold of his arm and shyly look up at him,"If you have the time, can you keep an eye on him for a moment? I need the bathroom."

Jack considered it for a moment, he wasn't needed at the moment and all the nurses needed to do was call his name and he'll come running so he agreed, "Sure."

You squeeze his arm thankfully before you leave the room which catches Caspian's attention and he watches you leave with wide eyes.

Jack turns to the young boy, "I enjoyed the chocolate you left me last time."

Caspian's eyes light up at Jack's word as he climbs down off of the chair before he climbs onto the bed so that he is closer to Jack. "I told her you liked 'em!"

Jack paused, the idea of reciprocating the chocolate gifting entering his head.

"Hey kid," Jack focused back on Caspian, "What's your sister's favourite chocolate?"

Caspian's nose scrunched in disgust as he answered, "Bounty…gross!"

Jack's own nose scrunches in disgust at the answer, "...Yeah you're right about that kid."

Soon you return back to the room, the nurse not far behind you as they hand you the discharge paper for you to sign.

"Did you drive here? How are you getting home?" Jack asked, concern leaking through his words.

The nurse flashes him a curious look, a doctor did not usually concern themselves with how patients were getting home.

You peer up at him from where you were signing the papers, "No we taxied. We'll be fine won't we Cas?"

"Yep!" Caspian chirped.

Jack paused as if he wanted to say more before he eventually nodded, wishing them well before leaving. Jack immediately made his way to the vending machine and bought a Bounty chocolate bar and when he returned to the nurses station and pulled out a post-it note and a pen, he paused as he thought about what he should write before settling on,

'Let's hope the next time I see you, it isn't in my ED. Enjoy. - Jack Abbot'

"You're not going to leave your number?" Teased Veronica over his shoulder.

In a moment of doubt, he asked her for advice, "It's not too much is it?"

"No! It has a good mix of flirting and you, Sergeant grumpy" Veronica assures, referencing the nickname he had garnered during his time at The Pitt.

Jack watches as the nurse guides you and your brother out of the ED and Veronica leans down to whisper in his ear, "You're running out of time."

Jack knows she is right so he quickly follows after you, the chocolate bar held firmly in his hand as he searches for you in front of the hospital.

"Hey," He calls your name, jogging up to you, holding out the chocolate bar towards you, "A little birdie helped me return the favour."

You looked down and smiled at the bounty chocolate bar in your hands, "My favourite! This little birdie of yours is very smart."

You grin down at Caspian who simply smiled tiredly, the late hour affecting him now.

Just then the taxi pulled up, and you placed the chocolate in your pocket as you focussed getting Caspian buckled inside but before you made your way into the cab, you smiled at him. A full sincere smile that leaves Jack breathless.

"Thank you Dr Abbot, for everything. You've made our hospital visits durable and Cas has really taken a liken to you. Really, thank you for everything"

With that you wave at him before you climb into the cab which shortly pulls away leaving Jack alone in front of the hospital, kicking himself for not writing his phone number on the post-it.

Jack let out a dismayed sigh before returning back to the ED, regretting letting you leave without a number.

#jack abbot x reader #jack abbott x reader #the pitt x reader #the pitt imagine #the Pitt imagines #x reader #imagines

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djarins-cyare · 1 month ago

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WIP Weekend

I haven’t done a WIP post since December because I’ve been suffering through the dreaded writer’s block 😓, but thank you to everyone who has tagged me in WIP games since then. I do keep track, so big hugs to these gracious people for not forgetting I exist while I’ve been stagnating in writer’s hell 💚:

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I’ve been really struggling with the concluding chapter of my (now over six months late!) secret relationship fic for last summer’s Roll-A-Trope Writing Challenge, and I couldn’t figure out why. It’s a massive smutfest, and yeah, smut usually takes me longer to write, but I’ve never had this much trouble before.

After stepping away for a while, when I came back to it, I realised I was trying to make my characters do things that were out of character. It wasn’t working because it didn’t make sense in the context of the 70k words that had come before!

So I decided to write that into the smut, and today I’m giving you a peek at the moment the characters realise they aren’t entirely on the same page…

Please check out my previous WIP posts for additional snippets from earlier in the fic, here, here, here and here.

He groans his approval, shifting his hips until his blunt tip notches at your entrance. And just like during your last encounter in this room, he throttles time to a near standstill, pushing into you at a sublimely slow pace. Each second drips by like molten metal, searing and stretching in burning bliss as he fills you deeper and deeper until he can go no further and you can take no more. Yet still he pushes – as if he wants to root himself inside you – and his tongue finds its way back into your mouth, locking you together at both ends. You whine against him, crushed by a weight in your chest that has nothing to do with the heavy man atop you. It’s a hunger, a need, a desperation. You’re teetering on the cusp of fulfilment – it’s close enough to taste but not enough to sate. Yet you can’t move with his heavy pelvis immobilising your hips and a mouthful of his tongue preventing you from encouraging the friction you crave. A growl of urgency rumbles in your throat, and you drag your nails down his naked back, landing a goading slap on his ass. It has the desired result, and he eases off the kiss, nipping your lip in retribution but continuing to pin your hips in place. “Fuck me.” It tumbles out like a challenge, so you appeal to his dominance by making it a request. “Gedet’ye!” You feel him bury his face in your neck, where he releases a heavy breath before picking back up and quietly confessing the reason for delaying your pleasure. “Do you have any idea how fucking magnificent it feels to be inside you again? I will fuck you, senaar’ika, I’ll give you everything you want… but let me savour this first. Gedet’ye.”

gedet'ye = please

Sorry it’s a little shorter than usual. This being a final chapter snippet already makes it a smidge spoilery, so it’s all I can offer.

I can assure you, though, that the final smutfest will be... let’s say, ‘multifaceted’, so Din slowing things down here is not indicative of the ongoing mood. 😈

As usual, if you’d like me to tag you when I (finally) release the chapters, please raise your hand or communicate your wish however you see fit. You can also join my tag list if you like.

(Including this GIF simply because I’m obsessed with the “attentively receiving instructions before ravishing you” vibe + extremely biteable neck combo 🧛🏼‍♀️, which I find very Din-esque)

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bits-and-babs · 2 years ago

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could i be cheeky and ask for some more mandalorian 👀 preferably touch starved din

✦ 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐍 ✦

– KINKTOBER DAY 2: TOUCH STARVED

din djarin x reader | smut, 18+ | 1.2k words

summary: the child has been getting in the way of you and mando spending time together. after weeks without your touch, he's finally reaching his limit.

cw: f!reader, needy din, slightly ooc din to fit the theme, begging, oral (m receiving), cumming early, reference to f oral.

⇽ KINKTOBER MLIST | DAY 3: PHONE SEX ⇾

Even a kriffing Miraluka, blind as they are, could see how badly Mando desperately wanted you to touch him. The sheer yearning that rolled from The Mandalorian in waves was enough to shift the midichlorians themselves, the fibres of the galaxy trembling whenever you were near him.

Weeks trapped inside the Crest with Mando, far too preoccupied with the tiny green gremlin to pay attention to his needs had taken its toll on the warrior's mentality. Grogu had been pulling at wires, leaving the ship static in dead space and even managed to find a button that sucked the oxygen from the hangar, resulting in a frantic struggle to restore O-Levels to baseline before your lungs shrivelled. A menace to the galaxy, you’d spent more time with your eyes glued to the tiny, green hazard than you had sleeping.

In turn, Mando was practically trembling with need. He’d let out a shaky sigh every time you sat beside him in the passenger seat, voice-strain evident even with the crackle of the vocoder doing its best to conceal the distress that dripped from each singular-syllable response to your questions.

In deep space with the child finally down in his cot for a much needed sleep, Mando’s leather gloves creak with the grip he tightens around the controls of the Crest. You hear the grains scream under the pressure as you approach, glancing over the map and the coordinates Greef Karga had offered in Mando’s search for the bounty. It’s cruel, barbaric almost, but you swear you can’t see the digits, numbers far too small for you to see from this close… So you place your palm on Mando’s shoulder, leaning over him in an attempt to get a better view.

You'd never admit it, but the way you somehow managed to touch him between the Beskar plates of his armour was completely intentional. It was a guilty pleasure, seeing the stoic bounty hunter crumble simply from the pressure of your fingers. His chest heaves, each muscle in his body stiffening under the weight of your fingers.

Regardless of how heavy the Mandalorian’s stare was, his eyes burning into your skin from behind the tinted visor, you refuse to advance without his request. You pretend not to notice, mouthing the digits of the coordinates to yourself, squinting as though you were unable to see.

It had been weeks of this Loth Cat and Womp Rat game, and poor Mando seems to be reaching the end of his tether.

You finally feel his respove snap when you settle your hand on the nape of his neck, leaning further over his shoulder to ‘check the fuel levels of the Crest was enough to make the journey’. Your fingertips brush the bare skin between the neck of his flight-suit and the edge of his chrome helmet, and Mando nearly doubles over like he's in pain. He chokes out, and you can tell he's already hard, his cock straining against his flight suit.

"Please, please fucking touch me,” Mando’s voice sounds utterly pathetic, a far cry from the vicious warrior that blasted through whole packs of assassin droids.”I can't take it anymore, I ca-ahaaa-" he can't swallow the moan that bleeds through the vocoder when you palm his cock though his suit. You can feel the hard curve of his cock twitch against your palm, even though the thick fabric. A rough squeeze sends Mando’s head rocking back against the seat with a quiet, metallic thunk.

“It feels like you’ve missed me,” you murmur quietly, feeling his hips jerk against your touch when your voice reaches his ears. Prickling arousal bleeds across your skin at how reactive he is, the usually stoic figure shaking himself apart under your touch.

“M–Missed you so much,” he admits, and you’re almost certain you hear the strain of his teeth from grinding them together, “Hah– Need to feel you on me, nee-d to be in you.”

Offering a soft hum of acknowledgement to his suffering, you spin his seat around slowly. His head seems loose on his shoulders, unable to hold it upright when he sees you sink to your knees in front of him. You almost feel sorry for him, watching how he frantically scrambles to free his cock for you.

The first drag of your tongue against the arch of his shaft has Mando panic-stricken, his hands grasping the arms of the seat when his dick throbs heavily against your taste buds.

“Fuck–” He growls, practically choking on his own voice, “C–Can’t!”

“It’s okay,” you whisper against a pulsing vein beneath his velvety skin, “We can do it again…”

Pre-cum slips from the ruddy head of his cock at your gentle encouragement, a tortured whine rattling in Mando’s lungs. It’s so loud that you wouldn’t be surprised if the sound was bouncing inside the Beskar walls of his helmet.

Carefully, you trace the tip of your tongue against the salty head of his cock, letting out a sharp breath when Mando takes a tight fistful of your hair. His chest is heaving, barely able to keep from slurring his words when he begs you to take him into your mouth.

Slackening your jaw, you hum softly as you take just a few inches. Mando, in what seems like a half hearted attempt to escape the overwhelming pleasure, pushes his whole body back against the chair while choking out obscene curses. You’re so slow, trying your best not to overwhelm the poor, devastated man– but the flat of your tongue pressed against the underside of his cock and the tip nudging the back of your throat is all it takes to obliterate his self control.

Mando sounds almost winded by the force with which he cums. His balls pull up so tight, the fingers in your hair clenching to the point your follicles scream beneath the grip. Underneath the Beskar armour, every muscle in his body flexes before the cum hits the back of your throat. Spurts of thick, salty seed paint the inside of your mouth, violent jerks of his shaft causing Mando’s head to fall backwards again, whimpering as you swallow down– swallow around him.

“Hoh-Fuck–! Stars,” he babbles, wheezing out your name while the last of his cum drips from his cockhead. Pulling from him when his thighs finally start to seize from the overstimulation, you lean your head against Mando’s trembling knees and giggle. He looks utterly exhausted, slumped in his seat and chest heaving as he sucks oxygen into his lungs.

“Your mouth– hah–” he wheezes out a slight laugh, so unlike the reserved Mando you met in a bar on Corellia. You’d stopped the child from running off into the crowd, and somehow found yourself with the role of babysitting him while following the bounty hunter on his adventures. “It’s so good…”

“Mhmm,” you hum in agreement, smiling to yourself at the memory of meeting the apathetic, almost grumpy chrome-man as you brush your palm across his thigh and closing your eyes to sweeten the deal, “So is yours. Put it to use and taste me?” You hear the tnk of his helmet touching the ground soon after.

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nuggeett875 · 2 months ago

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John Winchester Meets Castiel

Set in Season 14 when John comes back…

3rd P.O.V:

“Dean…Dean get up.” Castiel whispered to his boyfriend that was lying on top of him. “Dean, you can’t stop me from going like this.” Dean groaned and moved his head into Castiel’s neck. “Why do you have to leave? We finally have no cases and now you want to go out.”

Castiel smiled softly kissing his forehead, “It’ll be quick, I just need to go check up on one of the hunters. I’ll be back before you know it.” Dean finally rolled off of him and looked up at Cas, “I already know it. You better make it up to me.”

Castiel nods and gives dean a quick kiss. When he pulled away Dean groaned again and rolled back over going to sleep mumbling a “Bye baby.” as Cas left.

……………………………………….

After solving a case earlier in the day, which resulted in some teenagers stealing the impala and realeasing some ghosts upon a party, Sam and Dean were now back at the bunker with a pearl that they’re hoping will fix their Micheal problems.

Sam was standing holding the Baozhu in his hands while Dean sat at the table, with a beer. “John Wayne Gacy’s ghost. Well, that’s one of the record books.” Dean said. “Dean, I think this is it.” Sam told him going over to him.

“The pearl?” Dean asked skeptically. Sam confirmed it so Dean trusted him, “Let’s do it.” Sam stopped Dean as reaching out, “Are you—are you sure you don’t want to call Mom or - or wait for Cas?”

Dean shook his head pearl, “No. No, ‘ceause, you know, if this mojo works like you say, great. If not…why get their hopes up? Besides Cas will be back in a few anyway.” He answered standing next to Sam.

“Yeah.” Sam agreed handing the pearl to his brother. Dean looked at it, “So, what do I…” Sam shrugeed, “I don’t know I-I guess you - you hold the pearl and - and concentrate on what your heart desires.”

“Micheal outta my head. Got it.” Dean picked up the pearl and held it in his hand. He looked at Sam before closing his fist around it, closing his eyes. The lights in the bunker start to flicker, the red emergency lights coming on. Dean opened his eyes as he and Sam look around the room.

A man appeared from behind them and swung at Sam, making Sam move, but the man hits him with his gun, pushing Sam to the floor. Dean swings at the man, but the man hits him several times, sending Dean to the ground, near Sam and they hear a gun cock.

“Don’t you move.” A deep voice said as the emergency light turned off and the regular lights come back on. Dean and Sam looked up at the man in shock, “Dad?”

John looked at the boys in shock, “Dean? Sam? What in the hell?” He asked looking around the room as he boys stood up from the floor. Sam and Dean keped their eyes on him shocked.

“Sammy. Aren’t you supposed to be in Palo Alto?” John asked confused, “Palo Alto?” Dean looked at his father breating heavily. “What happened to you?” John asked.

“What year is it?” Dean said, more like whispered out. “It’s 2003.” John said and Sam’s eyes widened. “It’s 2019.” Sam told him.

“No. How?” Sam looked to Dean but he stayed silent still proccessing, “We, uh…I - I think we summoned you.” He told his father.

“You buys better tell me what the hell is giong on right now.”

……………………………………….

After moving to the kitchen and pouring out a few drinks they explained what their father had missed. “So, you saved the world?” John asked making Dean respond with, “More than once.” as John followed along.

“Then it’s all true. God, the devil, you boys smack in the middle. Now you live in a secret bunker with an angel and Lucifer’s kid.” The boys nodded confirming his understandings. Sam looked at their dad, “Well actually Castiel’s not only an angel he’s D-”

Dean cut him off, “A hunter. He-uh, he’s been hunting for a while helping us out.” Sam gave him a confused look and Dean avoided his eyes. “And you’ve done this whole time-travel thing before?”

Dean nodded, “A few times. Actually, uh, our grandfather, your dad - he’s the one who helped us find this place. I think he’d be really happy to know you’re finally here.” John looked around, “Right. Man of Letters.”

“Yeah. W-We’re legacies…because of you.” Sam said. John smiled at Sam, then chuckled to himself, “So, you’ve um - you’ve been busy.” Sam said, “A little bit.”

John smiled sadly, “I-I don’t…I-I just…I just wish that I had been there to see it.” Dean looked at his dad, “Dad, none of this would have happened without you.” But John shook his head, “It’s good. It’s fine. I-I went out takin’ out Yellow Eyes. I mean, that was the point, right? I mean, get the thing that killed mom.”

Sam and Dean looked at eachtother, “Yeah, yeah, uh, DAd. About Mom…” Sam started until they hear Mary’s voice from the hallway. “Sam? Dean?”

John turned around shocked, “Mary?” Mary walked into the kitchen, and John turned around smiling at her. She walked over to him in shock, as he stood up from the table. Mary smiled at him as John leaned down to kiss her. They embraced eachother as Sam and Dean looked up. Sam gestured for Dean to leave the kitchen, and they boys stood up from the table to leave.

Dean smiled as they walked down the hallway, “It’s Dad. This is amazing, man. I’m - I’m - I’m freaking out.” He said then jumped as Sam hit his head, “Ow! What the h-”

“Why did you lie about Cas?!” Sam asked and Dean paused sighing, “Look, we haven’t seen dad in what, 14 years?! How do you think he’s going to respond to me dating, well, Cas.” Dean leaned against the wall and his eyes closed. “Look just, give me some time. He just got back give it a minute.”

Sam sighed and nodded, “Okay, but you gotta figure it out before Cas comes back. But, how did this even happen?” Dean and Sam continued walking and Dean answered, “I-I-I don’t know . You said that the - pearl gives you what your heart desires, right? So, my heart desired - I - I’ve wanted this, man. I’ve - I’va wanted this since I was 4 years old.”

“Okay, I know, and I-I love this, too, Dean. I do, honestly, but - but messing with time-” Dean cut Sam off, “No, no, no Sam.” Sam sighed, “You know how this ends. Things change.” Dean nodded, “Yeah, great - we got our family back together. I’ll take that change.”

“That’s not waht I mean.” Sam said. Dean groaned and turned towards him, “Stop. Just stop, okay? Look, can - can we just have one family dinner? Just one? Us - all of us together. That’s all I want. Can you just give me that?” Dean asked rhetorically and walked away.

……………………………………….

After finding out that John being there changed the timeline…a little too much, Sam being a talk show hippie, Dean basially a serial killer on the run…and much, much more-they decided to have a last family dinner before they sent John back.

Sam and Dean sat across from John and Mary, everyone quiet, as they ate in silence. John looked up at every one, “Alright. Near as I can tell, we have two choices. Alright, we can think about what’s coming, or we can be grateful for this time that we have together. Now, me…” He laced his hand with Marys and kissed it. “I choose grateful. So, to whatever brought us together, we owe you one. Amen.” The rest of them said Amen as well and started laughing and talking throughout the dinner.

The door to the bunker opened a little later and Castiel walked in Dean’s eyes widening, fogetting to talk to his dad. “Dean, Sam? I saw Mary’s car here is everything alri-” He paused seeing John and looked around. Mary smiled loving Castiel, especially since he makes Dean happy.

“John Winchester…” Castiel said confused. Mary looked at John, “John this is Castiel he’s Dean’s-” Dean cut her off, “He’s the angel. The one we told you about.” Mary looked at him half confused half disappointed. Castiel on the other hand…

“Is that right Dean?” Dean cursed to himself, “He’s right I am the angel I just came to let Sam and Dean know that Katy and Shawn’s hunt is going well. I should get going-” Mary stood up, “Castiel sit.”

Castiel sat in the chair next to Dean’s but moved it further still slightly upset with his boyfriend. Although he could understand why he didn’t say anything yet, it still hurt the angel. “Cmon Cas don’t do that.” Dean said quietly, “So how did you meet the boys Castiel?” John asked curious.

Sam laughed, “He’s the one who gripped Dean tight and raised him from perdition.” Dean glared at his brother, but nodded. “I uh, went to hell for something a while back, and Castiel pulled me out, said my time on Earth wasn’t done.” Dean said smiling at him.

“You were in hell?” John asked and Dean nodded, “Yeah. Met Cas in a shed with Bobby when I got back.” Castiel looked over at John, “He stabbed me.” Mary and Sam laughed, then looked at each other and John looked around, “I feel like I’m missing something.”

Mary looked at Dean, “Dean.” Dean slid up in his seat, “I - Cas is - when -” Castiel looked at Dean and shook his head. “You don’t have to.” He said softly so only they could hear and Dean looked at him and without breaking eye contact said, “Castiel’s my boyfriend.”

He didn’t want to look at John but forced himself to and when John proccessed he nodded and said, “Okay.” Everybody looked straight to him and Dean looked at him as though his head was on fire. “Okay? Okay?!” John laughed.

“Dean, he raised you from hell. He raised you from Damn Hell- and I’m sure he has made sure you haven’t died a hundred times since then-” Castiel said quickly “246 times.” Mary laughed and looked back at John.

“Dean, I see this life you have now and I see in this only 5 minutes that Castiel makes you happy.” Dean smiled and nodded, “Yeah, he does.” Everyone continued eating and talking as Dean grabbed the leg of Castiel’s stool and pulled him closer to his. “Dean I know how hard that was-”

Dean shook his head, “No, I-I’m glad I told him. He’s right, you do make me happy.” Castiel smiled and they went back to the conversation holding hands under the table. “So Castiel 245 times seems like a lot.” John said. “Yes he often disregaurds his safety. Like when he charged in to kill Ruby-” Sam choked on his drink and John looked over.

“Who’s Ruby?” Dean smiled smugly and looked at Sam who shook his head as to say ‘nobody’ but Dean answered, “Ruby is the demon that Sam was…dating?” Sam glared at him, “We were not-it wasn’t-” Mary’s eyes widened, “You dated a demon?!” Sam shook his head, and before he could answer Castiel stepped in, “No, they were simply sleeping together while she used him to resurect Lucifer from a cage in hell.”

Dean, Mary, and John laughed while Sam tried to defend himself to no luck. “Okay, well Dean technically had a daughter.” Dean’s eyes went wide, “No-okay, she was not my-you’re the one who killed her and-”

The rest of the night went on like this until they had to destroy the pearl and send John back, and in doing so put everything back.

Dean and Cas were back in Dean’s bed that night, both in a t-shirt and one of Dean’s sweatpants, this outfit chioce taking a while for Castiel to get used to over the past few years of them dating.

“I have to leave again tomorrow, Rowena said she might have a trail on-” Dean kissed him successfully quieting the angel. “No. You are staying here tomorrow and we are not going to leave this room…okay maybe for breakfast, and lunch…but that is it.”

Castiel smiled and nodded kissing Dean again before Dean lied his head on Cas’s chest falling asleep.

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #destiel #casdean #established destiel #john winchester #mary winchester #supernatural fanfic #one shot

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A/N: WOW did this take forever. Did you think I’d honestly leave Forever & Always as it was? Here’s your fix-it-fic, part two to Forever & Always, but of course you don’t have to read this if you don’t want to fix things. That’s fine.

TW: 18+ Smut, protected sex (wrap your willy silly), car sex, blood, cannon level violence, angsty angst, the l-word, Micheal, mention of castration, spanking, makeup/angry sex?, fluffy fluff

No one ever said breakups were easy. Months passed before I could even look Dean in the eye again, and more passed until we returned to how we were before the relationship had ever happened. We formed a close bond and worked together on case after case. I accompanied Castiel and Kelly when the Winchesters were arrested, and I became a major support during Kelly’s pregnancy, within the limits set by Cas. When they busted out to raise more hell? I was there to help clean up after them.

Things became rocky when Dean began lashing out towards Jack. I slammed my fist into his jaw one time. I don’t regret it, and I don’t think I ever will. He left in a huff after, ignoring me, as Sam and I tried to make sense of everything. A whirlwind of catastrophic events later, Dean stepped forward, doing the one thing he promised he never would: let Micheal in.

“Anyone find anything?”

“Sam, we’ve been searching for weeks, and every time you ask that question, what’s the answer?”

The younger Winchester pushes his hand through his hair, a deep sigh leaving his lungs. “Just hoping for something.”

“I know. You miss him, but we’re working overtime to scrounge up anything on him. Have you even slept in the past twenty-four hours?” I stand from the rickety chair I’d been sitting in for the past hour, looking into Sam’s eyes. His face quickly switched to one of guilt, a shy, school-boyish look taking over his features. My hands found their place on my hips, taking on a motherly stance. “Go. Sleep. Now.”

“But—”

“Now, Samuel.” He runs off to his room to get some sleep, hopefully. I turn back to my small team of five people. They all shake their heads, a couple returning their eyes to the screen sitting before them. With no sign of Dean, Sam and Mary have become overly stressed, constantly checking in on any form of a lead. Meanwhile, Jack and Cas are out doing their own little thing, leaving me to manage this small team, checking sources daily. Micheal must be covering his tracks extremely well because our facial scanners have reported back nothing about Dean, or any unnatural glitching.

I walk my way into the kitchen, searching for a distraction. These past few weeks, I organized and reorganized the kitchen at least three times. It’s become my solitude after losing Dean yet again. I pulled out some ingredients and began cooking dinner for everyone in the bunker, hoping that by keeping my hands busy, I could distract my mind.

“So, you’re going to follow this lead alone?” I cross my arms, narrowed eyes sizing up the Winchester standing in front of me, resulting in Sam shaking his head.

“I’m meeting up with mom and Bobby on the way.”

“Fine,” I say, pushing off of the table, watching as he goes to turn. “And Sam?”

“Yes?”

“Bring him back.”

Sam looks at me, a hint of remorse playing in his eyes. He goes to open his mouth before I wave him off, making my way to Jack’s room. I raise my hand and knock, waiting for Jack’s response. The door creaks as I open it, revealing the young male who has been living with us for some time.

“Hey, buddy. How’s it going?”

“I mean, better now. Cas is finally beginning to see that I can help on hunts.”

I nod, sitting at the foot of his bed. “Did Sam tell you…”

“He did.”

“Oh,” I state, racking my brain for ways to keep the conversation flowing when the blonde pipes up.

“You still care for him. Don’t you?”

My eyes snap up to Jack’s. “Jack. It’s difficult.”

“It’s not though. You should tell him when he’s back.”

“I can’t do that, he’s…it's…complicated.”

The male tilts his head, eyes searching my face for an explanation. I sigh, “I, well, he was the one who messed up, and I just took it. I accepted he didn’t like me enough to work through it. Then I fell apart, Jack, and I can’t live through that again.”

“Is that truly how you feel?”

“There is no other way. We can’t, he can’t change what he did. I can’t forgive him for making me a second choice.”

Jack reached forward, resting a hand on mine, the other to wipe away the tears that fell. “But you still love him.”

“Yes,” I whisper. “But I can’t have him.”

“Y/N, I know I may not have been on this earth for long, but I’ve seen enough to say this: if you love him, give Dean a second chance. You never know how things might go this time around.”

I stand, wiping my face. “No Jack, I can’t”

I leave his room, returning to the main part of the bunker, not before grabbing a glass of alcohol to numb the pain. I join the research team in the library, sitting in one of the few comfy chairs while Jack’s words echo through my head. “Give him a second chance. You never know how things might go this time around.”

Heavy footsteps resonate through the bunker, Cas re-entering from Jack’s room, a look of shock crossing his features. “Dean?”

I watch as Cas wraps Dean into a hug, setting my glass on a nearby table as Dean’s voice rings out. “Hey, Cas.”

One of the few extra hunters walks up to Sam, running him through the information we collected since his departure. Meanwhile, Dean looks around at all the new bodies occupying the bunker. I turn my head away, beginning to make my way towards my room to avoid interaction with him, but it seems as if fate has other plans, with one of my subordinates stepping into my field of vision. “Cap? We have a couple of updates on that nest you asked about?”

“Show me what you have.” I look down at the tablet, littered with pins displaying the nest’s pattern of migration. I listen as they explain the situation, ignoring the presence creeping in from behind me.

“Okay, send out a small group, maybe five? Check in with Sam to get it approved and run a couple of facial scans to ensure that they are where you’re predicting. Good work.”

“On it Captain.”

“Captain? That’s an interesting nickname.” Jumping at the rough voice, I turn to meet a pair of forest green eyes I used to call home. I look him up and down, taking in the state of him, and maybe, just maybe, appreciating the archangel’s fashion taste, paired with Dean’s attempt at making it comfortable. As I meet his eyes, I can't help but force a smile, refusing to reveal my emotions.

“Dean! It’s so great to see you in one piece. Sam had us searching everywhere for you.”

“Sam did? It wasn’t you?”

“He was driving himself sick.”

He nods, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck. “Look, Y/N, I know we—”

“Captain?” Another voice cuts through his sentence, and I turn to see Charlie holding out a tablet, nodding to Dean before redirecting her attention to me.

“The reports you wanted just came back. Our predictions were right. Ketch’s team is nearby, just a couple of miles down the way. We’re sending them the info on the nest right now.”

“Thank you, Charlie. And it’s really great to see you back, Dean. Especially in one piece.” I turn, heading back to my room, this time without interruptions. I close the door behind me, sliding down against it before rubbing my temples. Breakups aren’t easy, and living in the same space as your ex just makes it worse.

The next morning, I’m up before everyone else, starting coffee and breakfast for the bunker. A sweaty Sam enters the kitchen, grabs a glass of water, and then presumably leaves to take a shower before the hustle of the bunker begins. I relax into the routine I’ve put myself into since Dean left, mundane tasks I easily get lost in. Breakfast is finished before I return to my room, a notification lighting up my phone’s screen from Sam. I flip my phone over, opting for a couple more hours of sleep before dealing with him.

The sound of knocking wakes me up, as my door moves slightly with the action. I open it, coming face-to-face with Sam. Taking a step back, I rush to smooth down my hair while Sam lets out a low whistle. “And I thought my bedhead was bad.”

I throw a middle finger at him, glaring as he chuckles. “What do you want?”

“Just got a case in.” He walks in, taking a seat at my desk, opening his laptop to reveal a newspaper article. Man Reported Missing By Girlfriend: Claims A Giant Woman-Bird Took Him.

“Are we sure she’s not just crazy?”

“Yes, multiple police reports of missing men in the area have a claim of ‘giant woman-birds’ taking them. Seems like an us problem.”

I look over his shoulder at the reports, showing drawn portraits of the attackers. “Jesus, those look like harpies. Tricky little buggers, but should be a ‌simple case. Give me ten minutes and I’ll be ready.”

“Good, see you then.”

Ten minutes later, I cross the threshold to the garage, eyes scanning it for the younger Winchester. The passenger side window of the Impala rolls down, revealing Dean, sitting in the driver’s seat. “C’mon, we don’t have all day. If Sam’s right about the feeding patterns, they’re gonna strike again tonight.”

I look over my shoulder to the door of the garage. “Speaking of Sam, where is he? I thought it was just going to be us on this hunt?”

“Nope. Just me and you, princess.”

“Don’t call me that.” I open the door, tossing my bag into the backseat before climbing in, staying as far away from Dean as possible. He grumbles something under his breath, throwing Baby into drive and leaving the bunker. This was going to be a long hunt.

Blood hit my face as my knife sliced through a harpy’s wing. The creature let out a screech before turning to me, its teeth elongating as it prepared to attack. I raised an arm to push back when a gunshot rang through the air. She fell to the ground, revealing a blood-covered Dean standing behind her. I dropped my arm, huffing and kicking at the dead body of the woman. We had destroyed the nest,and all the harpies within it, leaving only one last step before we could head to a hotel and get cleaned up. I looked at Dean, whose eyes remained locked on me with worry. “You ready to burn these bitches?”

A smirk broke out on his face. “You know it.”

I giggled beneath my breath, grabbing a container of gasoline before returning to the building. I poured it on top of the bodies, as well as the makeshift nests, before returning to Baby. Dean pulled a zippo from his pocket, striking it before throwing it into the door. We both leaned back onto the vehicle, watching as the building went up in flames, the adrenaline slowly beginning to leave our systems.

I turn, looking at the man beside me. While checking him over for any wounds, noticing his shoulder bleeding. Claw marks from where the harpy attempted to take him. I reach out, pulling the torn fabric from the wound for a closer look. “Crap, Dean, this looks like it hurts.”

“I hadn’t noticed.” He shrugs, tensing as my hands work over his wound. “First aid is in the backseat.”

I nod, going to get it, ready to be done with the hunt. “Alcohol incoming.”

After I ensure he won't get an infection, I thread a fishing line into place, starting the first stitch, causing a hiss to rip from his mouth. Stitch after stitch, I tend to the injury, patching over it with some hydrocolloid bandages before stepping back.

My eyes flutter open, revealing unfamiliar scenery. Dean looks up from his phone. “All good. Just taking a pit stop. Showers are over there.”

“I thought we were going to a motel?” I rub my eyes, reaching over the seat for my bag.

“I thought it’d be pretty stupid, considering we’re only five hours from home. I was just gonna clean up and nap a bit before finishing the drive.”

I nod leaving the Impala and making my way to the shower building, clutching my pocket knife in my right hand as a safety precaution. I knew Dean had parked in an area where he could see the entrance, but it never hurt to be a little extra cautious. I entered the station, locking myself into one stall and starting the shower. Peeling my crusty clothes from off, I rinsed them in the water, hoping to remove some of the blood. I climbed into the shower, scrubbing away the gore painted on my body. My mind wandered to our situation.

I had slept in the Impala with Dean many times, mostly when the motel was out of vacancies, leaving us to find a station similar to this. Sam would stretch out in the backseat while I cuddled up to Dean, safe in his arms. Back when I trusted him with my life. Now, I can’t trust him as far as I could throw him. ‘Give him a second chance.’ If only it were that easy.

I return to the Impala, devoid of monster blood. Dean’s head was lolled back, resting against the seat. I knocked on the window before opening my door, ensuring he wouldn’t shoot me. He opened his eyes, a strained smile covering his features when he saw me. I climbed in and curled up against the door, hoping to catch a little more sleep. Minutes passed before his deep timbre echoed through the car. “I know you’re still up.”

“Not the point Dean. I’m trying to sleep, what you should be doing.”

“I can’t.”

I opened my eyes, turning to him. “Why not?”

“It’s,” he swallowed. “Nothing. Sorry.”

“No, it’s not nothing. What’s wrong?”

He scrubbed his hand down his face, looking out his window. “Micheal fucked with my head.”

“I thought you couldn’t remember anything?”

“I lied somewhat. He was awful Y/N. Showing me the things he would do if I didn’t obey. I—I can’t get the images out of my head.” His voice became tight with emotion.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. He’s gone now.”

“That’s not the point. Micheal threatened Sam, mom, Cas, Jack, but the worst? He threatened you. God, Y/N, if you saw half of what he was going to do to you, you wouldn’t want to be anywhere near me.”

“Dean. He’s gone. We’ll find him, kill him and you’ll be fine.”

“Damn it Y/N, you don’t get it do you?”

“I don’t get what?”

“I love you! That’s why he threatened you.” I look into his forest-green eyes, studying the pain and anguish hidden behind them.

“You don’t get to say that.”

“And why not?”

I rest my back against the door, as far from him as possible. “You dumped me, remember? For a one-month-old? Not to mention how much of an asshole you were during the whole Amara situation.”

“I’m—”

“No Dean. You hurt me. You showed me just how little you care about me. You wouldn’t have even thought about her twice if you actually loved me. When Micheal convinced you to say yes, and you disappeared, I knew there was no fixing this. One day you're gonna find someone else and leave me just like you did the first time. I can’t go through that again. It would kill me.” I look at him, tears threatening to break through. “I love you. But I can’t do this to myself again”

“I won’t do it again, baby. Forever & al—”

“No!” My sob catches in my throat as I hug myself. “Forever doesn’t exist. Always means occasionally to you Dean.”

“Baby—”

“Stop.” I close my eyes, the pain slowly turning into anger. “I don’t want to hear it.”

Silence envelopes the space between us, leaving an awkward feeling between us.

A sigh echoes from him, his hand running through his hair. “I know I fucked up. The Mark made me an absolute asshole, and I knew you deserved better. I tried real hard to bottle up those emotions I had for Amara, knowing they were only because of some weird mark-magic shit. After the whole demon ordeal, I knew you deserved better, so I quit trying. I had to hurt you to get you to leave me. I couldn’t run the risk of hurting you again.”

“Dean, that's not your discussion to make.”

“Isn’t it? I’m the one who was going to hurt you. It was me who took the Mark.”

“You don’t think I would’ve done the same to save the world? You’re really fucking dense if you can’t see I would’ve done the exact same thing. The only difference between you and me? I wouldn't have pushed you away for some random creature. Especially a baby!”

“Damnit Y/N. You don’t get it.”

“Then help me understand.”

His eyes flicker from mine to my lips. “I love you so goddamn much, that hurting you would be hell all over again. And this time, not even Chuck could pull me out.”

My breath caught in my chest. “You don’t mean that.”

“Evey fucking word.”

I look out the window, mulling over his words. “Dean. I—”

“Fuck it.” Dean undoes his seatbelt, grabbing my jaw and forcing his lips to mine. Gasping, I open for his tongue, our saliva mixing into an intoxicating elixir. I throw my arms over his shoulders, pulling on the hairs at the nape of his neck. He pulls back exposing his neck, as I kiss along his jawline. I nip and suck beautiful bruises into his skin, pulling at the neckline of his shirt to reveal more of his skin. His hands go to grip my ass, pulling me over to straddle him. I lean back, making contact with his lust-darkened eyes and swollen lips. My hips grind down, a familiar ache developing in my lower stomach. Dean bites his lip, watching my hips as I rock against the zipper of his jeans, his erection pulling the fabric taut. I bring my lips to his again, small pecks while his hand rests around my throat,wringing a whine from me. “Princess, get your ass to the backseat now.”

I climbed into the back of the Impala, Dean following right on my tail, grinding his clothed cock against my ass as the door shut behind us. I went to turn around, stopped only by the sting of his hand meeting the meat of my ass. “Nuh uh, pretty girl, hands and knees.”

“Asshole.” A crack rings through the air, his hand meeting my butt once again.

“What was that again? Couldn't hear it over your bratty attitude.”

I lean my head on my arms, biting my lip to keep from saying anything else. Dean played with the waistband of my leggings, pulling the band just to let it snap against my skin. I push back into him, needing him urgently. Finally, he pulls my leggings and panties down, leaving them tangled up in my knees. Hands trace up my thighs, thumbs spreading my lower lips apart. “Jesus. Why’d I give this up? Such a pretty pussy, just begging for attention”

“Don’t tease.”

“‘M not baby, just enjoying the view.” He trails his fingers through my folds, fingertips catching on my clit with each drag. Returning to my entrance, he slips his ring finger into me, curling it upward before he adds another. Suddenly, he pulls away, the sounds of his belt being undone sending a rush of anticipation through me. Dean slides his cock along my cunt, coating himself in the wetness fund there. “Wait, wait.”

“What’s wrong?” He leans back, removing his hands from my body.

“Condom?”

“Right, right, shit.” Dean climbs over the seat, popping open the glove box to get the needed protection. His jeans and boxers sit on his thighs, cock bobbing as he rolls the condom over it. “Good?”

“Good. Now get in here, cowboy.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He breaches my entrance, pushing into my heat, causing a whimper to leave my lips, shaped into his name. The cool metal of his belt buckle presses against the back of my thigh when he bottoms out, his groan vibrating against my back. “Dean, move.”

He tucks his head into my shoulder, a deep groan releasing from his chest. “Sweetheart, if I move, I’m gonna cum like a goddamn pre-teen. Give me a second.”

Rocking my hips back onto him, I earn myself another breathy moan. “Please, Dean?”

“Shit. You’re gonna be the death of me, baby.” He pulls back, my pussy encouraging him to return home. His hips snap to mine, balls tapping at my clit. I arch my back, panting as I meet each of his thrusts. He sits back, hands finding their place on my hips, dragging me back. “Look at you, such a perfect slut for me, aren’t ya? All for me.”

I moan as his hips speed up, the tip hitting the spongy spot inside me. Dean lands another slap on my ass, leaning forward to kiss the place under my ear. “You’re dripping, soaking my cock so well. And you said you didn’t miss this.”

He grinds into me, the icy feeling of the buckle pressing deep into the heat of my thigh. Baby’s windows fog up, our breaths intertwining in ecstasy as he speeds up, going harder, faster, deeper. Dean’s hand slides up my back, knotting into my hair, pulling me up to my knees, without slowing down. “God baby, your pussy is the closest thing to heaven I’ve ever felt. Fuck. Such a good girl for, shit, for me.”

I clench around his cock, my orgasm within reach. “Dean, I, I need—”

“I know, princess, I know.” His other hand wraps around the front of my waist, slipping between my folds as he finds my clit, circling it with the right amount of pressure. My head falls onto his shoulder, shameless moans exchanged between us as my climax comes closer and closer. “Dean.”

“C’mon babydoll, cum fr’me.” With that, I reach the heavens, Dean following close behind with a couple of thrusts before he spills into the condom. We lay there, breaths intermingling as he tucks his head into my neck again, pressing soft kisses to the skin there. I pull him away, looking into those enchanting green eyes of his.

“Fuck you, Dean Winchester.”

He laughs, pressing a kiss to my lips. “You just did, sweetheart.”

After cleaning up, again, I curl up on his chest in the back seat, satisfied and secure, as Dean traces patterns along my back, his breath evening out.

“Dean.” He hums. “I meant what I said earlier. I truly love you.”

“I love you too sweet—”

“But if you break my heart this time, I will cut off your dick.”

“Fair. Now can you go to sleep? I fuckin’ exhausted.”

I giggle at his wording, snuggling into his chest again. Breakups are hard, but when you’re hopelessly in love, it’s hard to remember the pain. Unfortunately, I fell in love with Dean Winchester, and by fate’s design, he fell in love with me.

#dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #spn fanfic #dean x reader #spn #supernatural #dean winchester x you #dean wincherster x oc #spn imagine #angst with a happy ending #dean winchester smut #Spotify

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adelarsims · 1 year ago

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"mercury shine" tutorial

i didn't know you guys @occultradio and @aliengirl would want a tutorial on what was a genuine fuckup on my part, but i love how excited it got you, so here you go! your tutorial! you can now make alien clothes and funky face details!

1. by default, the shape of the mask (the right black and white one) is based exactly on diffuse texture, so just export it and edit the part that doesn't say mask. if the item you want to edit doesn't have it, you can click on make blank to generate it (the specular itself will be empty).

2. for your own convenience, resize the diffuse texture (any swatch where you can see elements of the texture very well) and put it under your specular map while you work on it, because the placement of elements on specular map correlates with the main texture, and if you make patterns and standing out elements with your specular, like shiny buttons or leather belts or anything, you want to see where they are on the texture. 3. so as you may know, the specular texture depends on the color (like metallic shine for accessories will be yellowish, leather shine will be purple-pinkish, bigger opacity = stronger shine). make areas you want to have the "mercury shine" pure white (#ffffff)! 4. the opacity of white in this case seems to not matter, 100% and 10% opacity white yielded the same result when i tested it, probably because unlike different opacity of colors, white on white doesn't really change the hue :) so if your clothes are supposed to have mercury parts and non-mercury parts, i guess the easiest way to make a specular texture would be just slapping solid white parts/patterns on top of your usual specular if you use any. this way, if it's solid, you won't need to erase parts of non-mercury specular underneath, which makes for less dirt and loose pixels on the final thing. 5. WARNING! if parts of your specular go outside of the white area on the mask, next time you'll use the item in cas, this mask will be rewritten based on your specular map, and you'll have shining blotches on sim's skin and anywhere you don't need them, so don't forget to erase everything else. just put the mask png on top of the specular you've made (it's the same size anyway), select all black areas and then delete the selection on your specular.

you can check this test file if you want to disassemble it and take a look at the specular, just notice that studio doesn't show the shine, you'll need to open cas to see the result of your work.

#sims 4 tutorial #simblr #the sims 4 #ts4 #sims 4 fix-it tutorial

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thosemotivationalquotes · 6 months ago

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Understanding Election Results

I wanted to make this guide for people who are following the upcoming U.S. election, but are unsure of how votes are actually counted, since it’s not just a simple majority vote.

The U.S. uses something called the Electoral College, which is different than a majority vote.

There are 2 kinds of votes that matter when determining who the winner of the presidential election is. The popular vote, and the electoral vote. The popular vote is the simple majority - whoever gets the most votes win. However, the U.S. doesn’t actually use the popular vote to determine the winner.

This brings us to the electoral votes. Each state gets assigned electors, the amount of which is decided by the state’s population (for example, AZ has 11 electors). Each state takes whichever candidate received the most votes, and casts its electoral votes for that person.

For example, if Harris has 55% of the AZ votes, she gets 11 electoral votes. Whichever candidate reaches 270 votes (the majority) will be the next president.

This is why ‘swing states’ are so important. The popular vote for the state might be neck and neck, but whoever has the most votes gets all the electoral votes for the state. It’s also possible for someone to win the popular vote, but lose the election (Clinton in 2016).

So what does that mean for this election? Take a look at the below map from 270towin:

As we can see, Harris is currently at a predicted 226 electoral votes, with 191 being considered safe. It will come down to the leans and toss up states to decide if she will get enough votes to win. Any state can flip with enough votes, so it’s important to vote no matter how “safe” your state appears to be.

It’s important to vote even if you live in the safely blue states, but it’s especially important to vote if you live in a lean or toss up state. I live in AZ and got to see our state go from red to blue in 2020, so it possible IF people show up and vote.

You’ll also see states being “called”. This means that there are enough votes to make the conclusion that one of the candidates has won the electoral votes for that state. States like CA usually get called fairly early since there are usually an overwhelming amount of blue votes. But a swing state like AZ might be “too close to call” until a few days after the election, while they count any last minute mail in ballots and provisional ballots. A state being “called” on election night does not mean they stop counting the votes, just that there is enough confidence to state who has won that state.

Also a final note, your mental health is super important. If you have already voted, or if you are unable to vote, watching the election results will not change the outcome. If you are stressed to the point you are having anxiety, not eating, missing work/school, etc., please don’t feel like you have watch the election results. We probably won’t know the winner until at least the next day, maybe even a few days after that. If Trump wins he won’t take office for a couple months. So if you need to, take a step back and just focus on getting through the day.

Some states have same day registration, so if you didn’t register check here to see if there is still a chance.

I have voting resources here for anyone voting today:

#voting #us politics #us government #united states #election 2024 #democrat #politics #kamala harris #vote blue #tim walz #vote harris #uspol #us elections #presidential election

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heaven-s-black-box · 5 months ago

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Inadequate- Okumura x male!Reader

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Recovery date: December 20th, 2024

Description: S I'm the simp of Koushuu, unfortunately I deleted my blog, but I noticed that requests are open again. Can I ask for some comfort after having a paranoid breakdown about being insufficient as a pitcher with Koushuu and a male S/O? It may be just HC since the fics are more complicated :'v RI repeat, I hope I'm not being picky.

Notes: CW descriptive panic attack and lots of stuttering Recovered in conjunction with an anonymous researcher, we thank them for their contributions. So, Koushuu might be a bit OOC? We've seen him comfort Asada, so i kind of tried to base it around that? Also, funny you should send this ask because this happened to me fairly recently so... ya, based on personal experience.

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Something was wrong today, Okumura could feel it. Y/n wasn’t speaking up in class as much today, and when he did speak it was usually short answers. When he went on, sometimes his voice would break or turn into a whine, but it wasn’t constant. At lunch he’d gotten into a heated debate with Seto over the book they were reading for class, he’d seemed normal then, but when Okumura had approached him on the way to practice his voice had been croaky. Sometimes Y/n’s eyes would go glassy too, like he was about to cry, and his breathing would become choppy.

It came to a head when Kawamkami came by his room that night.

“Nori!” Miyuki greeted, “Want me to catch for you?”

“Sure, but first, can I talk to Okumura for a second?”

He looked up from his notebook to find Kawamaki still standing in the doorway. The upperclassman motioned for him to come outside, and he followed hesitantly.

Once the door was closed, Nori spoke again.

“Could you… go check on Y/n?”

“Is something wrong?”

“He’s crying, and… possibly having a panic attack. I figured since you two are close you might be able to help.”

Okumura nodded. “I will, thank you for telling me.”

“Ya, no problem. Here,” Nori handed over his room key, “so you can get in. I’ll hang out here so you can give it back.”

“Hm.”

The catcher jogged off towards Y/n’s room. It was quiet, but as he approached the door he could hear faint sobbing and hyperventilating.

As carefully as possible, he opened the door. It creaked, and Y/n curled in on himself to muffle the sounds. He was also clearly trying to calm his breath, which only resulted in fits of sharp inhales punctuated by the occasional snort. The lump on his bed was shaking heavily, so much so that the bed rattled against the wall with every sharp breath.

“Y/n?”

Okumura closed the door, returning the room to darkness.

“O-Oku-mura?” Y/n rolled onto his back, letting the catcher clearly see how each breath shook him.

“Nori-senpai came to get me-”

A soft whine cut him off before Y/n began gasping for breath again, letting out uneven sobs.

He kicked off his shoes and sat next to Y/n, finally being close enough to see his tear streaked cheeks in the dark room.

“Come here,” he whispered, helping Y/n sit up and pulling him into a hug. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t know why I’m here,” Y/n sobbed. Okumura waited for him to continue after another fit of choked inhales. “I ca-can’t d-do any-anything.”

“That’s not true.”

“I know that.”

Y/n hiccuped again and pulled away from Okumura. The catcher let him go, knowing he was probably feeling a little claustrophobic.

“It just-” Another fit of sharp inhales and snorts as he tries to catch his breath. Okumura began to gently rub his back. “It’s just so- so effortl-less t-to the o-other-s. I me-mean… go-god I sou-sound li-like a-a di-ick.”

Y/n ran a hand down his face, then pushed his hair back. He was covered in sweat.

Okumura reached for the water bottle on the ground next to his bed and handed it over.

“Catch your breath.”

Carefully, Y/n took a few sips of water. His hands were shaking still but his breathing was more even and there were less hiccups.

“When I-I’m in the bullpen, next to Sawa-mura-se-enpai and Furuya-se-enpai, I feel so out o-of place. And I just… I started wondering why I was here and then Nori-senpai was here and-” Y/n’s breathing sped up again and he stumbled over another sob. It shook his body enough that he spilt water on himself, so Okumura took the bottle and put the cap back on. “I feel like such an ass,” he wailed.

“Hey,” Okumura grabbed Y/n’s hand, “this is hard, but you’re doing great. I love catching for you, and I’m not just saying that as your boyfriend. Yui says catching for you is fun too. You won’t be the best right away, not everyone is a freak who can carry four tires at the crack of dawn.” That made Y/n laugh. “You just need to get used to this. One step at a time, right?”

“One- One step at a- time.” Y/n leaned his forehead against Okumura’s shoulder and took a deep breath, letting it out in short bursts between hiccups. “Can I have more water?”

Okumura handed it over wordlessly.

He’d never really understood it, his mother had tried to explain that Y/n didn’t realize the effort he put in even though Okumura recognized he tried harder than most. When that effort wasn’t enough, Y/n felt like he wasn’t trying hard enough and didn’t feel like he could try any harder. His hard effort made things feel natural, and so being asked for effort felt daunting.

He still didn’t understand, but he didn’t have to know what to say. He’s always hated liars, and so he’ll tell him the truth. Hopefully, that’ll be enough.

“Thank you,” Y/n said softly.

“All I said was the truth.”

“Ya… but, still. Thanks for being here with me.”

#researcher s's notes #ace of the diamond #daiya no ace #ace of the diamond x reader #okumura koushuu #okumura koushuu x reader #okumura x reader #daiya no ace x reader #x reader #male reader #angst with comfort #oneshots #dna oneshot

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agrazza · 4 months ago

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can you describe what a jealous, pining, and in-love Astarion would be like if he and Tav for some reason hadn't yet gotten together by, say, act 3 and other companions were noticeably attempting to make moves on Tav, who is also in love with Asti but is (trying) to hide it? this could also be either before or after Caz :>

Ooh I have some ideas of *how* this could have happened, too, but I’ll stick to the bounds of your original ask below the cut haha.

It actually isn’t much of a stretch from TG canon that other companions were interested in TG. Without Astarion ‘in the way’ a few of them might have made a move. I could almost imagine several of them courting his attention for a little fun or stress relief; by Act 3, the party knows him well enough to think he isn’t relationship material (he made that clear early on, mostly because he was head over heels for Astarion and didn’t want to lead anyone else on, and now he’s stuck nursing what he thinks is unrequited love and with a reputation for preferring meaningless flings).

In the meantime, Astarion enjoys Tav's friendship immensely. At first, this seems like enough. They get along splendidly, and without the pressure for a physical relationship, he feels free and happy. Unfortunately, he also realizes that he genuinely enjoys Tav's company, and that the bard is, after all, very easy on the eyes, and oh no, what is this ache in his chest??? Naturally Astarion is irritated to realize that he’s fallen in love with the bard in spite of them deciding to be just friends, and has to watch TG respond to the others’ flirting— and maybe also occasionally watch him spend a night or two in someone else’s tent. TG is touch-starved, not handling the revelations of Act 3 very well, and a few companions might realize a little nighttime athletics ‘calms him down’, without passing the insight check (because TG makes it incredibly difficult) to see that TG is letting them use him out of a desire to be ‘good’ or ‘useful’ or to distract from the Urge. TG might turn especially to Halsin or Lae’zel, because they have a way of overwhelming him enough to make his thoughts quiet (he has a type lol) but definitely won’t be in love with him (he thinks).

Gale might also think he has another shot (as canonically he was, at one point, in love with him, even when Tav was clearly with Astarion). In this AU, he might start courting Tav in an attempt to win him over. TG probably wouldn’t notice it as romantic; he has no memory, nothing to compare it to, and no cultural knowledge of how courtship works. Astarion, on the other hand, knows exactly what’s going on and fumes silently, but what right does he have to protest, when he and Tav so firmly decided they were just friends? Astarion's friendship with Gale definitely suffers, however.

It all comes to a head after Cazador. Freed from his own master, Astarion can finally see the cracks in Tav’s facade; he’s barely holding it together. In the canon run, Astarion was really a grounding foundation for Tav, someone he trusted with all his doubts and worries, and even when they weren’t having sex, he felt safe around Astarion, and could get the physical comfort he needed from more platonic intimacy with him, without feeling like he was taking advantage. Without that relationship, Tav would have spent Act 3 feeling much less secure, more prone to recklessness, and open to all kinds of unwise liaisons, including with NPCs, chasing that sense of security and trying to prove his own personhood to himself. (Astarion might spend a whole night pacing on the street outside of Sharess’ Caress, not willing to stop Tav from going, but definitely not willing to go far, in case he needed help, or got hurt. What if they don’t treat him right there? Someone should keep watch!)

Astarion gets snappish with the others-- especially anyone who's been flirty with TG-- which they assume is a result of him feeling unmoored after killing Caz and not ascending, but it’s really because he can’t stand the way they seem to take Tav’s attention for granted. Tav seems to be pulling away from him too, which makes him even more upset, but it’s because Tav is nursing his own ‘unrequited’ love and doesn’t want to slip up. (They killed Caz before Bhaal in this universe, because even though Astarion doesn't love him, Tav thinks, he wants to make sure Astarion is free, even if Tav dies in his fight with Orin.)

Then Tav dies in the Bhaal temple, and gets resurrected to Astarion’s teary expression, incredibly lame attempt at calling the whole event ‘twee’ even though he has tear-tracks down his face and was definitely clutching Tav’s body when he woke up, and then Astarion gives in and kisses him right there on the floor of the murder temple and declares that if Tav’s not going to take better care of himself, Astarion will do it for him, you horrible cretin!

(Tav’s free of his father *and* gets a new boyfriend, and he can’t stop smiling for a tenday.)

#ask #tavran gregory #bg3 fic

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changingplumbob · 1 year ago

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I tried For Rent out, sorry if I'm late to the info party

Results and occurances below

I launched my photography save successfully... Next step, completely new save on a rental unit in Tomarang. The heck is Onboarding and why does it apply to this scenario????

Wait... there's only two rental units available in Tomarang? And the 2 bedroom has mold and spooky??? Yes I need a 2 bedroom because I'm also checking if the system can handle an infant on lot and if I can figure out water births because lat time I tried the midwife would not arrive.

Okay it handled me going in and out of cas, and switching to my internet browser a couple of times... I went into BB mode and changed the second bedroom. Game seems unfazed so far. I have played on fast speed here and there. Successfully traveled worlds.

New day new loading. A patch of mold showed up in this allegedly moldy residential rental. Time to investigate options! Can't call the landlord about it? Let's try calling and inviting the property owner to visit, see how they react to the mold.

Clicked invite in and... they're not coming inside. Mate you can't see the mold outside! Okay I found the ask to inspect menu... and the mold is not classified as an object, hmm. Alright let's walk past the mold to get to the couch, no reaction from landlord except to say its dust free?

Let's try complain about rental conditions, maybe he'll go deal with the mold? Oop, nope. He just dislikes us a little now. Time to have the pregnant sim clean the mold in front of him, will he react?

Na it's fine mate, you just chill and do nothing. This must be great for the fetus. I'll go get the husband to stop jogging. Well I cancelled the action but he's still jogging away... Now he's stopped. Back home, has he picked a great angle for TV viewing or what?

Second ob visit, we're expecting twin boys. Time to go visit the tiger sanctuary! Oh wait... no, you're kidding! The wife can't queue up a visit because the husband is inside? Are you serious right now? We can't visit as groups???

Back to waiting for the outdoor lights. Seriously outdoor light not properly illuminating is a pet peeve of mine. If they could make these ones work, why not make all outdoor lights turn on at the proper dusky time? The York's patio would like a word!

So we introduced ourselves to the neighbours and now they're crowding up our lounge... I didn't actually invite you in from the shared area! Now we're off to the ob for the final visit and they're still there!

Middle of the night, after poor husband got attacked by Vlad as if he doesn't have two infants on the way, explosive malfunction! Will the property owner come at 2:30 am? He will!

Oh dear, it's a crush because we ushered him inside wearing just our boxers isn't it? Uh, sir, the trash is not the problem! I asked you to go check the stove! Both sims have now asked him to check it. He decides he would rather do push ups in the rain. Y'all I closed for lunch and I'm back and FIRE TRAP! Do I dare press play?

I thought the property owner was finally fixing but he's standing by the stove complaining that it's broken instead... Now he's washing his hands?

WE LIVE IN THE SAME BUILDING but why not bless other sims with incoming infant shrieks?

I eventually selected to replace the stove, there was no repair option. It cost 1050 simoleons and the property owner gave us... 143 simoleons to cover it... But at least I can watch the neighbours walk from their door to mine with suitcases. Still waiting on the dilation and the stayover guests have got into a brawl with each other... It was the father and son in law. Oh and now the girl is jumping in trash...

Note to self, water birth involves midwife and not partner. Might use it for single sims but probably not my couples. Twins are born and I can cautiously say that For Rent doesn't appear to be glitching at the moment. Don't invite this family to stay over though, the unit now has four piles of trash from their antics.

#ramble ramble ramble #I went on a journey I tell you #Also are safety masks going to invade my game now

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satellite-sims · 2 years ago

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What was your inspiration to create your main oc? (pass the question on)

I already answered this question here. But! Since i have not only one main OC, this time i would like to talk about how i developed Debbie Richards. (i know y'all are in love w her) anyway, thanks for sending me this!

First of all - Debbie is a remake of an already existing sim in game. Some people may not know that. When i casually played ts3, i reached out to the uni and noticed that Debbie is my sim's professor. I saw her weird face at first and immediately thought "goddamn i should revamp her!"

When i opened her in CAS she looked awful mostly due to a bad design decisions for her. Long straight hair is totally not about her. And as for makeup...well, let's not mention that, just 00's fashion xD. In general, her face have a good structure: i like her sharp jawline, long thin nose and big round eyes. Her eyebrows may seem weird but they works fine with her big eyes. That way, she just needed a few small touches and a complete change of her style.

I decided to save her gray roots because it looks really cool and works for her very well! And i should mention that this hair made her face not that long as it was before. I haven't touched her lips, but they became more "plumper" because of lipstick. The only thing i changed is her eyes position (it was toooo high). What inspired me to create her some sort of a "rebel" look? That's pretty easy. First - this hair suits her a lot and it does have the rebel, messy effect. Second - is that in game she have 9th level in rebel group (for some reason) and this gave me an idea: "what if she is not just a regular professor?" Here goes my final idea of how she is going to dress up. Btw, her purple/green color scheme caught me a lot. I'm now using this combo a lot, haha.

I figured out some looks for her (check full post here)

As for her personality things get more interesting! When i decided that i will add her in my characters page, i've had to think about her nationality. My first thought was that she looks like middle-eastern? I googled her name and find out that it mostly belongs to a jewish culture and i loved that. After that, i found a singer - Merril Nisker (known as Peaches) who looks exactly like Debbie (in my view) and she is also jewish which confirmed my guessing about her belonging to this ethnic group. I know this is a bit silly but this just made me sure i'm on a right path xD

And again her lips are bigger because of lipstick 🙄

I'm in love with the result! Debbie came out from an average NPC sim in game to a rebel middle-aged icon, who rejects gender stereotypes and love the way she looks like right now than at her younger age. And she seem very "alive" character to me, like, i can easily imagine how she live and the way she talks. I think she is impessive speaker, by the way! She is very charismatic.

#ask #myoc #debbie #debbie richards

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jade-escobar · 1 year ago

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Opening Night | Jadrigo

Featuring: Rodrigo & Jade Escobar; mentions of Ziggy Baldoni, Leo Castillo de Leon, Jewell & Jett Clark, and others Location: Saddle River Day School; San Francisco, CA Time Frame: Evening, May 2, 2024 Notes: The opening night of Hairspray proves to be a big night for both Rodrigo & Jade @rodrigo-esc

JADE

Jade had been feeling uneasy for a few days now. Her stomach wasn't quite settled during most of the days, her breasts felt sore and what caught her attention the most was that she hadn't gotten her period since before the wedding. With plans to go to the school and help the students with vocal warm-ups before their opening performance, Jade thought it best to hopefully get some answers--or eliminate one possibility.

After a trip to the nearest CVS, Jade picked up 2 different brands of pregnancy tests and returned to hers and Rodrigo's townhouse. She took one of each test in the downstairs half-bath and rather than driving herself crazy waiting in the restroom, she washed her hands and went to the kitchen to prep some leftovers to bring to Rodrigo for dinner. By the time she finished packing up plenty of food in a container and adding a couple of plums and 2 bottles of water, she went back to the bathroom to check the results.

One test had an undeniable 'plus' sign on it which, according to the instructions was a positive. The other test had a digital screen which plainly read, "pregnant" on the small screen. Jade lightly gasped and picked up the tests. Her heart was beating fast and a slow, disbelieving smile was appearing on her face. She cupped a hand to her mouth and then, after getting through her initial shock, she took a deep breath and hastened her efforts in preparing to go up to the school. As she gathered her things, she thought about how to go about telling her husband.

After feeding Miranda and gathering her coat, purse and Rodrigo's dinner, she headed out, only making a couple of quick stops on her way to the school--her mind reeling from the good news.

RODRIGO

"Alright, guys! Michael! Michale, come here." Rodrigo gestured toward the desk full of programs that were being folded by the backstage crew. "What's wrong?" Michael, who towered over most 8th graders if not all, took one good look at Rodrigo and then burst into tears. "Oh. oh, no, no. what's wrong?" Rodrigo could tell from the moment he walked in that Michael Sin, one of the school's prodigies was not having a good day. The rest of the class stopped when they heard the sobs and rallied behind their friend, with Leo trying his best to reach Michael's shoulder to comfort him.

After pulling himself together and wiping his eyes, Michael finally revealed that his father would not be coming to opening night or any night. While the young man was already being pulled for junior varsity basketball at the most prestigious school in the district and while still belonging to the middle school section, he was finding that he also enjoyed drama with Ziggy and Rodrigo and the new friends he had made. With that, came the argument from his father that he wouldn't have time for basketball and that he'd have to choose one. Michael had suggested drama until the summer and once he began 9th grade, he'd join the team but his father didn't like that one bit. "I'm sorry, Michael. Look, you're doing what you love and that's what matters. Your father will come around. Your mom will be there and she knows you will make the best Link and she'll see the talent that we all see. Okay?" Rodrigo would have messed with the giant kid's hair to comfort him but it was already in the perfect style for his character. Instead, he offered a side hug and then let the others hug him too.

When Rodrigo looked up, he noticed Jade at the door, not knowing how long she had been standing there and before he could greet his wife, the class was already yelling her name and running up to her. "Mrs. Escobar! You're right on time! I can't hit this key!" Their Tracy Turnbland ran up to Jade to pull her.

But before Jade could be pulled in the musical side of things, Michael went up to her and hugged her side. "He's not coming." he mumbled and Rodrigo frowned before shaking his head at his wife

JADE

When Jade arrived to the school and parked, she left the reveal in her minivan for the time being and went inside of the school tot he music room. Initially, she'd heard the students buzzing with excitement but the noise from the room suddenly fell silent. Brows furrowed, Jade continued to the open door and frowned as she reached it. She saw Michael with his head hung and Rodrigo comforting him about his father. She'd heard some of what was going on with Michael and his dad during their rehearsals and deeply sympathized with him.

Jade made eye contact with Rodrigo and she gave a sad smile, with a single wave, only to have her hand tugged the moment she lowered it. She smiled a little more kindly as one of the show's leads tried to pull her towards the piano. But she saw Michael approaching and kindly resisted the tugging. "Just one moment. We'll get through our warm-ups so you'll be ready before you go on, but give me one moment okay?" Jade promised. When the girl flounced off to her friends in the ensemble, Jade turned in time to hug Michael, who was several inches taller than her--whereas most of the students were her height or a few inches shorter.

"I'm sorry, Michael. I know it meant a lot to you for him to come." She hugged him for as long as he needed and then pulled back to look at him, reaching up to wipe his eyes. "Hey, listen. I know opening night has a lot of excitement because it's the first show, but we're having the show filmed. We'll make sure your dad gets a copy, okay? And like Mr. Escobar said, your mother's going to be in the audience, right? That's such a gift and I'm sure she's going to give your dad an earful for missing tonight." She patted his shoulder and then plucked some tissues from the box on the nearby desk and said, "You're going to be incredible tonight. You've got a second family right here and we'll be cheering you on."

With an encouraging smile, she said, "Why don't you get your make-up touched up and then go by the piano for warm-ups?" She watched Michael nod and then go over to the make-up station, and then Jade turned and looked up to her husband to give him a hug. "Hey," she said to him, plenty of sadness in her voice for the young teen. "Poor Michael. I swear it's taking everything in me not to cry right now." Jade had to chalk that up to hormones since she was usually good at keeping herself composed. Lifting the bag in her hand, she said, "I brought you some dinner by the way. Leftover chicken piccata, roasted potatoes and green beans. And there are a couple bottles of water. Do you want to eat while I go through warm-ups and maybe one group number with the kids?"

RODRIGO

Rodrigo waved at his wife and waited for the kids to get acquainted with her presence. It was nice to see how much the kids had grown to love her and it's not like he could blame them. Even if she'd often counter that she didn't, Jade gave off a very motherly vibe. The kids were alone a lot of the time due to insane schedules which of course, was no fault of the parents. Others had parents who were never present, and never even tried. Rodrigo could understand why the kids gravitated towards them and the other adults at the school.

"How are the programs going?" he asked his little team of workers and they let him know that they were almost done. If not for some last-minute changes, the programs would have been ready days ago. He listened to Jade comfort Michael and when she reassured him that he was going to do a great job and that the drama program was a second family to him, he couldn't help but smile. "Hey." he kissed his wife on the cheek.

"Yeah, he's gutted. His dad is acting like this is a betrayal against him. It's ridiculous putting such high expectations on a kid especially when he is that talented." He watched as Leo comforted him and sighed. He rubbed Jade's back and leaned into her a bit. When she told him that she had brought him dinner, Rodrigo couldn't help but smile even more. "You know the way to my heart, as always. Yeah, I'm starving and it's still warm so thank you so much, honey." He sat on the desk and placed the Tupperware on his lap. "Alright, guys! Mrs. Escobar is going to run through warm-ups with you so she's the boss while I get some dinner in me!"

JADE

Jade looked to where a handful of students were folding programs, but her attention had gone back to Michael and then her husband. She leaned into the kiss on her cheek and hugged him around his middle. "It's an awful feeling. I know. And I wish there was a way to get his dad to be reasonable and supportive of all his talents." She hadn't discussed her own personal background with the students but she knew Rodrigo was more than familiar with what her upbringing was like. She could see some of herself in Michael at this moment, having been there herself with wanting parental approval and not getting it.

As much as her heart went out to Michael though, she knew that she and Rodrigo had an entire cast of students to prep. On top of that, she had news she was intending to share with him right after the performance and while the initial shock subsided, she was still very excited to tell him. After telling him what she'd brought him for dinner, Jade smiled to him. "I heated it up before leaving the house, so I'm glad it's still warm. Bon appetit, mon amour." She then went to the piano, setting her purse down on the bench beside her and taking out the Hairspray music book. After Rodrigo let the cast know she was 'the boss' while he ate, she chuckled and barely raised her voice above her normal speaking volume, "Alright, let's do some warm ups. We'll start with bumblebee." She placed her fingers on the keys, counted the students off and began playing the scales while the students went through the exercise.

Jade then moved on to 2 other warm-ups they'd previously done before suggesting, "Alright, let's do a run-through of "You Can't Stop the Beat" from the top until Edna's verse." She took out the sheet from her bag and set it in front of herself at the piano. A rise of nausea hit her but she swallowed it back and focused especially hard on the music she began playing for the students to sing along to.

RODRIGO

"I've been noticing it being an issue more lately. He's not supportive of Michael pursuing anything in the arts. He thinks he's wasting his time. I don't like that he's being drafted to older teams. He's still a kid, not yet a teenager and I feel like those boys are in a different experience bracket. I don't know, maybe I'll talk to his parents during parent-teacher conferences about it. If he wants to give him the spring and summer to train and then join a JV team when high school starts, fine but this is unnecessary." Rodrigo understood what Jade meant about it being an awful feeling. He knew that if anyone got it, it was her.

Rodrigo began eating his food while Jade stayed with the cast. He was listening with a smile on his face as he ate. She was wonderful with them and while he always thought Jade looked beautiful, there was something about her that made her look radiant today. Hearing the class run through "You Can't Stop the Beat", he couldn't help but leave his food to stand up and clap for them. "That was amazing and you know that's a high-energy number so don't forget to take your breaths, rely on one another, and just have fun with it. "You're all going to be amazing. I am so proud of you." Rodrigo wiped his hands clean after a couple of bites and walked toward them. "It is, for most of you, your second year with me and Mr. Ziggy and that means a lot of you graduate and go to the upper school. We're going to miss you so much and considering the campus is across the street, I really hope you don't forget us and come to visit often." Rodrigo smiled at his cast. "You are all so talented and I couldn't have asked for a better group of kids."

JADE

One of the things Jade especially adored about Rodrigo and his career was how much he fostered relationships with the students. So listening to him talk about what was going on with Michael really tugged at her heart. She let out a small sigh, disappointed in how his father was behaving and said, "Tread carefully when you bring it up in the conference. It'll be good to tell him but if his dad is anything like...what I went through growing up, you'll raise his defenses more." She didn't want to pile on the advise to heavily with Rodrigo. He wasn't new to teaching and he wasn't new to working at this prestigious school so he was likely to know how to handle the situation.

After the warm-ups and the run-through of the show's final number (or most of it), Jade was all smiles. The students sounded wonderful and she knew they were ready for their performance tonight and the nights that followed. Rodrigo had taken the words right out of her mouth when he clapped for them. She was touched by his words, especially with his remarks directed to the 8th graders. With the students warmed up and ready to go, Jade took the sheet music from the piano and put it back in her bag. She joined her husband at his side and had her features schooled while taking deliberately slow breaths, waiting for the nauseous feeling to subside again.

She helped to get the programs out for distribution once they were all folded, and when it came time for the students to take the stage, she told them, "Break a leg!" in clusters at a time as they left the room. With her and Rodrigo being the last ones in the room, she asked, "Do you want me to stay backstage or find a seat out in the audience?"

RODRIGO

Rodrigo agreed with Jade. He'd be careful how he addresses the situation as he knows that if he got too involved or said too much, it would end up falling on his student which he didn't want. He gathered all his things and texted Ziggy that they were on their way backstage. As he walked beside Jade and behind the cast, he placed an arm around his wife. "Are you okay?" He rubbed her back and wondered if her nerves were getting the best of her. There was a certain look Jade had that made him think that maybe she didn't feel like herself.

"You guys are going to be amazing! Take your places! Mr. Zig is backstage. I'll be joining you all shortly." He stayed behind to talk to Jade. Rodrigo pressed a soft kiss against her forehead. "Wherever you feel comfortable, honey. I made sure to get reservations in the front row for you and our friends. If you want to come backstage, there's a couch there for you to hang out. Completely up to you." Rodrigo smiled at his wife and took her hand in his. "Ten minutes to showtime!"

JADE

When asked if she was okay, Jade nodded and softly smiled to her husband, not wanting to lie to him. "I'll be okay, honey. I promise." She didn't make a lot of promises to Rodrigo, or anyone for that matter, but when she did, she meant them.

Jade listened to Rodrigo give the kids encouraging words while they left the room; she could feel the excitement and nerves radiating off of the students who had been practicing this production for months. The thought distracted her for a few seconds and then she shut her eyes at her husband's forehead kiss. She listened to his answer and weighed her options before deciding, "Okay. I'll sit backstage with Ziggy tonight. If I can help with anything, it'll be easier to do from there, and I'll plan to watch with the audience another night." She squeezed his hand while they left the room and followed the students and when she got to the couch, she took a seat. A small TV monitor was set up nearby--probably to help the students who would wait for cues to know when to go on. Jade was glad she wouldn't be completely missing the show but she also considered this the better option, especially if the nausea didn't pass on its own like it had earlier that day. She would be close by to a restroom and not so disruptive if she had to excuse herself.

Jade waved to Ziggy when she saw him and gave the show's Penny Pingleton a quick hair bow adjustment before the lights dimmed out front and the show began. Near the end of the production, she would sneak out to her car and get what she had for Rodrigo.

RODRIGO

Rodrigo was glad that the school's money was funding this production and anything that they needed. While he knew it was controversial to have such an expensive tuition, he was happy that it at least went to the arts and other important activities beneficial to the kids. As he watched Leo practice his hip twist, he couldn't help but think how proud he was that the school would be helping children like him get such an amazing opportunity too. Growing up in an underprivileged community, he knew that for a lot of his peers, it was all about resources and opportunities given to them. Rodrigo wished this type of education existed everywhere with no tuition to worry about. He cleared his throat and hugged Ziggy when the man came to topple him over practically.

"Take care of my precious cargo back here, okay?" Rodrigo smiled at Jade who had taken a seat. "I'm going to be in the pit and here so I'll be running around." Ziggy would be taking care of a lot of cues and wardrobe malfunctions backstage. Rodrigo blew his wife a kiss and then peeked out to the audience, glad to see his friends there. He took a deep breath and smiled as the headmistress made her away across the stage. "Ladies and Gentleman, thank you for joining us tonight for our Drama and Music class presentation of Hairspray! The department led by our Drama and Math lead, Mister (as we affectionately call him) Ziggy Baldoni." The audience applauded and Rodrigo looked over his shoulder at Ziggy who was hiding under his feather boa sitting beside Jade. "As of last year, we've had an important addition to the department with our English teacher, Mister Rodrigo Escobar." The headmistress waited for more applause. "Thank you both for nurturing the children's exceptional talents. And a special thank you to our orchestra and wardrobe seniors who are here volunteering their time. And last but not least, a special thank you to Mrs. Jade Escobar who has helped the children with two productions now!"

The audience applauded once more. "So now, without further ado, I present to you...Hairspray!"

Rodrigo jumped off the stage quickly and hid in the pit with the orchestra kids and the conductor. He had his eyes on the stage waiting for the music to begin.

JADE

Jade giggled watching Rodrigo and Ziggy from the couch, adoring their friendship and how they had each other's backs at work and outside of it. When Rodrigo blew her a kiss, she gave him an air kiss in return and let her eyes linger on him while he waited for the show to begin. Her adoration for her husband ran ocean deep and between the newness of married life combined with the news she had to share with him, she was feeling exceptionally emotional when it came to Rodrigo.

Once the principal spoke, her eyes went to the monitor as she listened from the speakers overhead. The acknowledgement to her was incredibly kind and made Jade go from grinning for Rodrigo and Ziggy to modestly smiling at her own name and hearing herself being referred to as 'Mrs. Escobar'. She watched Rodrigo leap out of sight and then turned her attention back to the monitor. For most of the first act, she was able to watch the students from backstage. Occasionally, her attention was pulled away to remind some students to stay quiet backstage, and once, she told their Penny not to start talking when she thought she was offstage, since her mic hadn't been turned down yet. She'd adjusted the young girl's bow again and let her know that she was doing a great job.

Early into the second act, however, Jade had gone to the bathroom and hadn't returned for some time. She'd rinsed her mouth out several times and tried pinching her cheeks a few times to not look so green and ashen. After reapplying lip gloss and getting a hold of some water, she sat back on the couch backstage and and stayed until the curtain call. During this, she slipped away to her car and returned with a colorful bouquet of wildflowers and a card embedded in the center for her husband.

RODRIGO

The kids had done such an an amazing job even with the noise backstage. Rodrigo just chalked that up to them being so excited. It was opening night after all and very much expected. He did give them a pep talk about it during intermission and was sure to check on Jade. She looked tired and he would make sure he'd give her a massage after stopping for shakes before they went home.

After the second act, Rodrigo was full of pride once the audience gave his class a standing ovation. Every cast member got a chance to dance during roll call and everyone was impressed with the children. Rodrigo had come out with Ziggy who had advised that Jade didn't look so good to him and he had been keeping an eye on her. It was probably some bug. She had been around his class the entire month after they returned from their honeymoon. No doubt she probably picked something up.

Once he gave a little speech and invited the parents to celebrate in the cafeteria with their children, Rodrigo stepped out and back stage to check in on Jade. "Hey, beautiful. Are you doing okay?" He sat beside her, waving at Ziggy who was going to lead the children downstairs once they had all changed and gathered their things.

JADE

Jade was sure that she didn't look her best when she'd come back from the bathroom and she was sure Ziggy would let Rodrigo know it. But she was glad that it was at the end of the performance at least, so thar she wouldn't have to stave off her husband's concerns. She'd stayed backstage, resting the bouquet on the couch while picking up a few things left behind by the cast. After throwing out trash and gathering some abandoned programs in a neat stack, she sat back down on the couch shortly before being rejoined with her husband. She smiled to him and then looked to Ziggy, giving him a wave as well. Rather than answering Rodrigo with a 'yes' or 'no', she handed over the bouquet to him. "These are for you."

The card she'd stuck in it wasn't in an envelope. The front read, "Congratulations!" With multicolored balloons and streamers on it. The inside had been blank but Jade had written in it, "Rodrigo, we know that you're the one who has a way with words in this family. Just know that with how special this night is, we are very proud of you and love you, always. And when I say we ...." And taped to the bottom of the card was a thin, white ribbon leading to a trail tucked carefully into the center of the bouquet. At the other end of the ribbon, Jade had tied the digital pregnancy test with a small note taped next to the screen, "I mean we!"

She waited for Rodrigo to read it and follow the ribbon trail, keeping her smile as controlled as she possibly could.

RODRIGO

Rodrigo relaxed next to Jade, glad that opening night had been such a success. Once everyone had emptied out the backstage and the audience had gone to the cafeteria, it was almost surreal that an entire production had just taken place. He was happy to be with his wife now so he could thank her for everything she had done and all time she had put in but Jade, as detailed and kind as she always was, already had something for him.

Rodrigo smiled at the flowers, leaning in to kiss her quickly on the lips before he could read the note attached. He read the passage once and then twice, wondering if they were from Jade and someone else but then he realized something was weighing it down.

He pulled the string, a smirk pulling at his lips as he wondered what this was all about but his heart was racing as he had an idea but didn't want to think too much on it just in case. At the end of the white ribbon, there it was. He let out a half-chuckle, his hands slightly shaking. "We?!" He pulled the note off the test and he read it over and over again pregnant. Rodrigo couldn't believe that it had happened so quickly. With his procedure, he wasn't sure how long they needed and if it would work out right away. He knew he wanted to try as soon as they could and now that it was happening, he felt the overwhelming happiness pour over him. "Jade! Oh my God! We're having a baby?!"

Before all of this, before Jade, before things got serious with Jade, Rodrigo couldn't imagine a life with children. In fact, he'd run away from it all but as time passed, his desire to have children with Jade grew. Talking with his therapist, spending time with Phoebe all had helped with his increasing desire to have a child someday. Now that it was here, it felt so humbling, so amazing. "We're having a baby!" Rodrigo pressed his forehead against her shoulder and smiled, keeping the pregnancy test in his hand. "Oh my God! That's why you're sick!" He looked up at her. "Are you okay? What do you need?"

JADE

Jade gently returned his kiss and then watched him take the card out and read it. Her lips stretched into a toothy grin when he gave a questioning chuckle but she didn't day anything and just waited for him to piece it all together. The moment he did, her own joy came out in the form of a laugh, nodding despite lifting a finger to her lips.

"We're having a baby!" she replied, quieter but still very excited. She had been unsure about motherhood, wanting it but denying herself that it would be a possibility or that it would be a good thing to pursue. But in loving Rodrigo and growing a relationship with him, she developed a changed heart for the better. Now, she would share that heart with more than just Rodrigo. When his forehead lowered to her shoulder, she brought her arms around him, only leaning back a little when he lifted his head to look at her. "I'm okay!" she told him through a bright smile, bringing her hands to both sides of his face. "I've been more tired and nauseous here and there so maybe we can stop at the store on the way home, but right now, I'm just... I was so excited to tell you. I didn't expect it to happen so soon. I don't think either of us did but honey, between us getting married and now a baby?" She leaned in and rested her forehead to his, drawing in a deep breath while smiling still. "At this time, this moment in my life, I really have never been happier before."

RODRIGO

He pressed a finger against his lips, chuckling softly, realizing this couldn't be common knowledge yet. Rodrigo kept looking down at the test to make sure this was real and to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

When Jade confirmed, his smile widened even more, and tears formed in his eyes. Rodrigo quickly dried them and shook his head. "I cry about everything now, I guess." he sighed and listened to Jade speak. Cradled in her hands, Rodrigo nodded gently, his smile never wavering. Their foreheads touched and he placed his hands over hers. "Whatever you need. We'll go after we're done here. And whatever you need, you just let me know. If it's pickle juice at 2 a.m., I'm your guy." He chuckled. "And I have never been this happier before either. "We're going to have a baby....a little one to wake us up a trillion times in the middle of the night." he then pulled his wife into a hug. "I love you so much. I'm going to protect and love you both so much."

JADE

Jade was so amused watching Rodrigo mimic her, and seeing him look at the positive test again made her wonder what was going through his mind in that moment. But she melted from him tearing up and felt some tears of her own pricking her eyes. Jade smiled at her husband and said, "It’s okay. I'll probably do the same soon enough." She listened to him and grinned when he mentioned pickle juice, "I've heard that it's good for heartburn. Did you know that?" Happy to be pulled into his arms, Jade returned the hug, squeezing him as much as she could. "I'm ready for that. I love you too and thank you." She kissed him on the side of his head and then stayed that way with him for a while before pulling back and saying, "I took two tests. The other one is at home and is positive too, but I should make an appointment soon too, and start learning as much as possible." She was nothing if not prepared, or at least tried to be whenever possible; it was ingrained in her and usually served her well despite the conditioning. "Did you come with Ziggy today or did you drive yourself in?" She couldn't remember seeing his motorcycle when she left their home this morning but she was also very, very distracted on her way out.

RODRIGO

He sniffled, wiping his eyes with his arm. He couldn't help but laugh at how emotional he's become but he didn't mind. He was just so genuinely happy and had never felt this kind of happiness ever. When Jade asked if he knew about pickle juice being beneficial for heartburn, he shook his head in response. "I didn't but that's not a bad craving to have since I know heartburn is common in pregnancy." He thought a moment and then added, "But I think it depends if you're having a boy or girl? I remember Luna saying something about. Damn, I'll have to ask her. And mom too. I'm sure she'll have lots of facts for us. Oh my God! Mom! She's going to be over the moon!" Rodrigo knew his mother probably had been waiting for this moment for a long time. He smiled at how tender Jade was with him and listened to her words. "Alright, well, we can get books. We'll go to the bookstore tomorrow and grab what we can." He thought for a moment as he had been wrapped up in the news. "Ziggy gave me a ride. We can go home together."

JADE

Seeing Rodrigo wipe his eyes made Jade wish she had a tissue with her for him. She gave a sympathetic smile to his tears and wiped what he missed with her thumb. "I guess we'll see if I end up craving it. Even if I'm not, I think having it on hand at home to help with heartburn will be good." After a small chuckle, she said, "I may not know a ton about pregnancy, but I know we have a while before we'll know if we're having a boy or a girl, right?" Still, she was glad he was going to ask Luna. She was sure to know. And at the mention of Emiliana, Jade was beaming again. She absolutely loved her mother-in-law and knew Rodrigo was right about his mom. "She's going to spoil this baby silly. But a trip to a bookstore sounds good. I know you have another show tomorrow so I can wait until you're done with the school day and have you back before the show? I'll probably read what I can online until then." Jade then nodded when he told that Ziggy had given him a ride today. She was happy that they would be able to leave together tonight. "Okay. Are you okay with us leaving soon? I did get a little sick earlier and I'm not sure if it's going to happen again. We still have to stop by the grocery store and I'd rather not risk the nausea getting that bad again while we're shopping." She squeezed Rodrigo's hand and then added, "And... are you okay with us waiting to tell everybody? Maybe waiting until our first appointment to know for certain, and then tell your mom and maybe Drew? And then see if everything's okay through the beginning? I just..." Jade bit her bottom lip, "If something happens before then, I think it would be easier for us to not have to go back and tell so many people."

RODRIGO

“I’ll remember that.” Rodrigo made a small mental note to have pickle juice on hand in case Jade ever needed it. When asked about the gender, he nodded. “Yeah I think it’s a couple weeks down the line or something ? Okay we have a lot of homework to do!” He chuckled. “Mom is going to be so happy. She already loves Phoebe so much and with now Phoebe will get a playmate and she’s going to be over the moon. Don’t be surprised if she spoils you even more. She’s going to make sure of it.” Rodrigo smiled at Jade agreeing they should leave soon especially since she’s been feeling ill. “I don’t mind at all. I’ll text Ziggy that we had to go. He will be okay and it gives us a head start on shopping.” Rodrigo rubbed his thumb over Jade’s knuckles as she spoke. “Of course. We can wait. That’s the right thing to do.” He rubbed her back with his free hand. “We will wait until it’s safe to tell people. For now we have to take care of you and our little one.”

JADE

"We can start a list for tonight!" Jade suggested, taking her phone out with her free hand and started a grocery list with texting a few items while listening to her husband. She paused and looked up, "Oh no, you're right. You're going to have to help me try to rein in her spoiling for me. I feel like my dad will try to do the same thing and between the two of them, that's going to be overwhelming." She smiled a little at this admission and added, "Let them spoil their grandchild 'til their hearts are content." Sticking her phone back in her bag, she leaned into Rodrigo's side and said, "Thank you, honey." She lifted her head to kiss his jaw and then said, "Ready? Do you want to go back by the music room to get anything? Your dinner was in there. Did you eat it all?" It was probably a silly question but thought she would check before they left.

RODRIGO

"That's a great idea. Are you allowed to drink tea? Oh god, I don't know anything." Rodrigo would have to do plenty of research. "I ask because peppermint is good for nausea so we can get some peppermint tea or something?" Rodrigo smiled thinking of both their parents spoiling her. "I will, don't worry." he then rubbed her back some more. "Oh, that'll definitely be a thing!" Rodrigo chuckled and wrapped his arm around Jade when she leaned into him. "Yes, I'm ready. We'll return to the music room to clean up and get the Tupperware. Are you kidding? I scarfed it down!" He laughed and shook his head. Food never lasted a chance around him. Rodrigo stood up and extended his hand for his wife to take. "Oh, crackers. Crackers would be good so you have something in your tummy if you can't keep anything else down." Rodrigo was beaming with joy. "And tomorrow we'll make an appointment for the OBGYN! Do you have one you trust?"

JADE

Jade mused over Rodrigo's tea question, "We'll Google about the tea on the way to the store because I was going to get some more ginger tea. We have some at home but not very much." In truth, she'd made some ginger tea for herself the first time she'd felt ill, before suspecting and knowing that she was pregnant. When Rodrigo mentioned straightening up the music room and getting the food containers, she nodded and then laughed a bit with him. "I'm glad that leftover chicken picatta holds up well enough." She stood after him, accepting his hand and keeping hold of it and picking up her purse and the flowers. "Crackers are great to add to the list. Just some saltines should work." Jade walked with him from the back of the theatre, heading for the music room. "Of course I do," she told him, looking up with a smile. "I've had the same doctor since I went to culinary school, Dr. Ellison. She's also the one who removed my IUD. Hopefully I'll be able to get an appointment with her early next week. I can ask for a late afternoon appointment so you won't have to take time off of work?"

RODRIGO

Rodrigo listened carefully wanting to make mental notes of all the important things. He wanted to be actively supportive for Jade and do things correctly. He was going to make sure he read all the books and as soon as they got home, he’d get to making plans on a nursery. Rodrigo was going to make sure her pregnancy was safe and stress free.

He was glad she had a doctor already. Rodrigo wasn’t sure if all gyns delivered babies or anything but was happy to hear that Jades long time doctor would be the one seeing her for her pregnancy. “That’s perfect. I want to be there for as many appts as possible and all the scans.” He was so happy in this moment, he couldn’t even explain how much his heart wanted to burst. “Okay, let’s go so we can get an early start on our list.” Rodrigo led her back to the music room and gathered their things before they could leave. He text Ziggy that he had to go which his friend already figured. This was just another one of his happiest days he could add to the list of many.

#Rodrigo #Opening Night para #Jadrigo things #//!!!!!!!!!

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