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Only pick people off the character list below for each fandom.
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Include the whole prompt in the ask, not just the number.
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I don’t write things like Voight’s daughter/Hondo’s friend/Adam’s sister.
I also don't write specific asks like reader is a firefighter/doctor/cop who has this/does this. They meet and do this/and this and say this... EG: Jack helps his young wife to walk again. 'you are the light of my life' but with Shen saying it to wife reader. Reader is a R2 who likes it when Robby purrs. I want a friends to lovers/enemies to lovers/ grumpy x sunshine trope. I am not a wish fulfillment writer, I usually work from prompts.
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Fandoms & Chars I write for:
A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms:
Baelor Targaryen
Lyonel Baratheon
Animal Kingdom:
Andrew 'Pope' Cody
Blue Bloods:
Joe Hill
The Boys:
Billy Butcher
Chicago Fire:
Dom Pascal
Matt Casey
Chicago PD
Charlie Reid
CIA:
Colin Glass
Bill Goodman
Dept Q:
Carl Morck
Dalgliesh:
Adam Dalgliesh
Endeavour:
Endeavour Morse
ER:
John Carter
Fire Country:
Brett Richards
Manny Perez
Brett Richards/Manny Perez
High Potential:
Adam Karadec
Lev 'Oz' Özdil
Nick Wagner
Leverage:
Eliot Spencer
Harry Wilson
The Librarian:
Flynn Carsen
Mobland:
Harry Da Souza
NCIS - Origins:
Mike Franks
Leroy Jethro Gibbs
The Pitt:
Michael "Robby" Robinavitch
Jack Abbott
Frank Langdon
John Shen
Joy Kwon
Dylan Easton
Caleb Jefferson
Baran Al-Hashimi
Donnie Donahue
Jesse Van Horn
Dennis Whitaker
Parker Ellis
Yolanda Garcia
Hucklerobby
Rabbot
The Throuple
Robby/Jesse Van Horn
Jack Abbot x Jesse Van Horn
The Polycule
Park the Shark
Duke Ekins
Psych:
Carlton Lassiter
Ready Or Not 2:
Titus Danforth
The Lawyer
Rescue - Hi Surf:
Clayton Emerson
Rivals:
Rupert Campbell-Black
SEAL TEAM:
Marc Lee
Southland:
Sammy Bryant
Nate Moretta
Y Marshals:
Miles Kittle
Pete Calvin
Yes Chef:
Grant Reilly
Feel free to send me prompts if you see anything you like with one of the characters.
^^^ Boi is anxious about if she'll like the house.
Summary: Brendon introduces you to your new home after the accident.
SET AFTER:
Rockstar - Brendon Park meets his match against PTMC's fiery new attending.
Pussy Wagon - A spilled drink leads you to see a different side of your nemesis Park The Shark.
The First Time (NSFW) - Fireworks aren't the only explosive thing happening at Jesse's Fourth of July party.
A Loaded Gun (NSFW) - Hate sex has never been so fucking hot...
This Is Not A Love Story - Brandon tries to set a rule after a 'sticky' situation.
The Game - Brendon finds himself breaking his own rules when it comes to you.
Pittfest -Brendon comforts you when you fall apart after the events of Pittfest.
Is He Prettier Than Me? - Brandon gets curious when he learns you have other plans.
The Drawer - Brendon realises your relationship may be shifting when he discovers he has a drawer at your place.
Scrunchies - Scrunchies… they’re the downfall of Brendon Park.
Love Games (NSFW) - Brendon and you love to play games, especially with each other.
An Exquisite Form of Torture (NSFW) - Brendon continues to turn up the heat as he holds you captive.
THAT Guy - Brendon is forced to face up to his feelings for you when he finds out your meeting up with an ex.
Seven Days - Seven days is far too long to go without you...
Save It - A thirty six hour shift leads to another admission about your relationship with Brendon.
Doctor Dick - Brendon's day takes a turn when Whitaker gives him some critical information.
A Manipulative Fuck - You and Brendon discuss what happened with your ex.
The Call (NSFW) - Brendon decides to put a stop to David's calls once and for all.
The One That Hates The Ravens - David's attempt at revenge backfires spectacularly.
The Lovin Spoonful - You wake up to an unexpected surprise.
Delete, Block, Rinse, Repeat - A series of cryptic messages force Brendon to confront a secret he's been keeping for almost a decade.
His Father's Son - Brendon reflects on the past as he debates taking that first sip of whiskey.
The Cost of Dignity - Brendon's greatest secret comes with a cost.
A Kiss For Luck - Brendon struggles to navigate working at the hospital after the release of THAT video.
The Craziest Fucking Thing - You take matters into your own hands after receiving bad news from Brendon.
Ride Or Die - You wake up to the sound of an angry blender after Brendon discovers what happened with Rowena.
Baby Shark - Once a year Brendon always ends up back at the aquarium.
Diamonds (NSFW) - A bet leads to naughty shenanigans in a five star restaurant.
The Call Out - Brendon's focus on wedding planning is disrupted when he's called out to the scene of a multi-car pile up.
Good Hands - Abbot reminds Brendon you're in good hands as they proceed with the amputation.
Flayed - Brendon's world crashes down as he learns the truth about the accident.
Ten Things I Love About You - Brendon discovers a pink envelope in the pocket of the jacket you were wearing at the time of the accident.
The Parent Trap - Brendon faces your parents, leading to a surprise revelation.
Sledgehammer - Brendon struggles to cope in the aftermath of everything that's happened.
Et Tu Marianne? - Your mother throws Brendon under the bus after you wake up from surgery.
The Fucking Patient - Abbot has some harsh words for Brendon regarding your care.
Chemistry - You and Brendon finally have a moment alone to talk.
A Serial Absconder - Your habit of disappearing leads to a healing journey Brendon doesn't expect.
You’re anxious.
You don’t tell Brendon that, but he can sense it underneath the surface as you sit inside the car he’s rented because your wheelchair won’t fit in the Porshe without total disassembly. He’s thinking of trading it in, getting something that will suit your needs more.
“I know that this is scary.” He says gently as your hands curl into fists, the fabric of your shorts bunching up as you grip it. “But you’re ready to come home, they wouldn’t have let you out if you weren’t.”
“It’s not that.” Your jaw clenches as you suck in a breath, holding it for a couple of seconds before exhaling. “It’s the car. I haven’t been in one since the accident, it’s… I didn’t expect it to be so tough.”
He kicks himself for not thinking of that. He’d been so focused on making sure the house was ready, that you had everything you needed that he didn’t even think about the journey from A to B.
“I’ll take it slow.” He offers. If he could take this away from you, helicopter you home instead, he would but the yard is only so big, and that cost would be even more than he could afford. “We can stop if you need to, just say the word…”
You nod shakily, your shoulders tensing as he turns on the engine.
“Would it help if you closed your eyes and put on one of your Quinn stories in your earbuds?” He suggests. Distraction was always something his own counsellor recommended when he was trying to curb his drinking. “Yes Chef, always seems to make you laugh, or there’s that one about the sexy groundskeeper.”
The edges of your mouth tip up into a smile as you reach into your fanny pack in search of your headphones. It’s new, something he picked up a couple of days ago when he realised how much you had to juggle in terms of navigating your altered balance and carrying a purse. It’s been a saving grace on your many trips around the hospital. Everything you need is right there in reach.
“I find it interesting it you know the contents of my Quinn originals.” You note as you open the tiny white container and take out your earbuds. “Do you want to roleplay chopping wood while I pretend to be a princess?”
“I prefer going down on you in the kitchen.” He shoots back before considering the other scenario. There is a wood burner in your new house, and he could see you getting a little hot and bothered as you sit on the decking in the garden watching him swing an axe. “But I could be persuaded into a little lumberjack fantasy.”
You cackle as you hook up your Bluetooth to your headphones. He waits until you’re settled, eyes closed, head leaning against the headrest before he pulls out of the disabled parking space and hits the road. Your fist clenches again but you take another deep breath dispelling that nervousness just like in the exercises your therapist has been teaching you.
It’s a short journey, only twenty minutes. He takes it as carefully as he can, trying not to agitate your anxiety. When he pulls up outside the house, his hand comes to rest on your good knee squeezing gently.
“We’re home.” He says softly as you pull out your ear buds.
You open your eyes, your breath catching. You press your fingers to your lips, your eyes glossy as you stare at the house in front of you with two hanging baskets full of flowers and a wheelchair ramp leading up to the front door. “You didn’t…”
“It was meant to be a wedding gift.” He tells you as your hair falls over your features so he can’t read your expression. “Your something new but then the accident happened and it seemed the perfect place for you to recover since your apartment was on the third floor and the stairs in my condo would have killed you.”
“Did you move all of my stuff in?” Your voice is small, unreadable. His heart starts to pound, every beat thudding against his ribcage as the blood rushes in his ears.
“Everything is in there.” He confirms, his knuckles turning white as he grips the steering wheel. “I wanted it to feel like home for you, for you to be around all your things. I did have to put the rugs and coffee table into storage for now as they aren’t wheelchair friendly but once you get your new leg you’ll have better mobility so we can bring them back out again.”
There’s silence, it hangs heavy between the two of you before he breaks it. “Did I fuck up?”
You shake your head with a sniffle, and that’s when he realises you’re crying. It’s the first time you’ve shed a tear since this whole thing happened and it breaks his fucking heart.
“Oh Rae.” He unfastens his seat belt and reaching over the console to wrap his arm around your shoulders. He draws you into the shelter of his form, the back of your head resting in the crook of his neck as he kisses your hair. “I know this is a lot of change, but we’ll find our way.”
“It’s not that.” You tell him, using the back of your hand to wipe away the tears that mar your cheeks. “It’s just so perfect, you’ve thought of everything and I just… I’m so fucking lucky to have you in my life.”
“No.” He says fiercely, his lips brushing over your temple. “I’m the lucky one, you saved me Rae, you really did. You lit a fire in me… first by pissing me off and then…” He trails off but you understand, he knows you do. “Do you want to see inside?”
“Yeah.” You say brushing more tears away from underneath your eyes. “I really do.”
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literally like 95% of girls have stretch marks on their body and if you’re going to give them a hard time about them then you didn’t deserve to see her body in the first place
I absolutely love Gerran Howell's very real reaction to seeing someone's Whitaker tattoo.
It was a stunning quite sizable tattoo of two versions of Whitaker but he was like WHHHAATTT?? like he could not believe that someone had his face tattooed on them not once but twice.
^^^ Boi is anxious about if she'll like the house.
Summary: Brendon introduces you to your new home after the accident.
SET AFTER:
Rockstar - Brendon Park meets his match against PTMC's fiery new attending.
Pussy Wagon - A spilled drink leads you to see a different side of your nemesis Park The Shark.
The First Time (NSFW) - Fireworks aren't the only explosive thing happening at Jesse's Fourth of July party.
A Loaded Gun (NSFW) - Hate sex has never been so fucking hot...
This Is Not A Love Story - Brandon tries to set a rule after a 'sticky' situation.
The Game - Brendon finds himself breaking his own rules when it comes to you.
Pittfest -Brendon comforts you when you fall apart after the events of Pittfest.
Is He Prettier Than Me? - Brandon gets curious when he learns you have other plans.
The Drawer - Brendon realises your relationship may be shifting when he discovers he has a drawer at your place.
Scrunchies - Scrunchies… they’re the downfall of Brendon Park.
Love Games (NSFW) - Brendon and you love to play games, especially with each other.
An Exquisite Form of Torture (NSFW) - Brendon continues to turn up the heat as he holds you captive.
THAT Guy - Brendon is forced to face up to his feelings for you when he finds out your meeting up with an ex.
Seven Days - Seven days is far too long to go without you...
Save It - A thirty six hour shift leads to another admission about your relationship with Brendon.
Doctor Dick - Brendon's day takes a turn when Whitaker gives him some critical information.
A Manipulative Fuck - You and Brendon discuss what happened with your ex.
The Call (NSFW) - Brendon decides to put a stop to David's calls once and for all.
The One That Hates The Ravens - David's attempt at revenge backfires spectacularly.
The Lovin Spoonful - You wake up to an unexpected surprise.
Delete, Block, Rinse, Repeat - A series of cryptic messages force Brendon to confront a secret he's been keeping for almost a decade.
His Father's Son - Brendon reflects on the past as he debates taking that first sip of whiskey.
The Cost of Dignity - Brendon's greatest secret comes with a cost.
A Kiss For Luck - Brendon struggles to navigate working at the hospital after the release of THAT video.
The Craziest Fucking Thing - You take matters into your own hands after receiving bad news from Brendon.
Ride Or Die - You wake up to the sound of an angry blender after Brendon discovers what happened with Rowena.
Baby Shark - Once a year Brendon always ends up back at the aquarium.
Diamonds (NSFW) - A bet leads to naughty shenanigans in a five star restaurant.
The Call Out - Brendon's focus on wedding planning is disrupted when he's called out to the scene of a multi-car pile up.
Good Hands - Abbot reminds Brendon you're in good hands as they proceed with the amputation.
Flayed - Brendon's world crashes down as he learns the truth about the accident.
Ten Things I Love About You - Brendon discovers a pink envelope in the pocket of the jacket you were wearing at the time of the accident.
The Parent Trap - Brendon faces your parents, leading to a surprise revelation.
Sledgehammer - Brendon struggles to cope in the aftermath of everything that's happened.
Et Tu Marianne? - Your mother throws Brendon under the bus after you wake up from surgery.
The Fucking Patient - Abbot has some harsh words for Brendon regarding your care.
Chemistry - You and Brendon finally have a moment alone to talk.
A Serial Absconder - Your habit of disappearing leads to a healing journey Brendon doesn't expect.
You’re anxious.
You don’t tell Brendon that, but he can sense it underneath the surface as you sit inside the car he’s rented because your wheelchair won’t fit in the Porshe without total disassembly. He’s thinking of trading it in, getting something that will suit your needs more.
“I know that this is scary.” He says gently as your hands curl into fists, the fabric of your shorts bunching up as you grip it. “But you’re ready to come home, they wouldn’t have let you out if you weren’t.”
“It’s not that.” Your jaw clenches as you suck in a breath, holding it for a couple of seconds before exhaling. “It’s the car. I haven’t been in one since the accident, it’s… I didn’t expect it to be so tough.”
He kicks himself for not thinking of that. He’d been so focused on making sure the house was ready, that you had everything you needed that he didn’t even think about the journey from A to B.
“I’ll take it slow.” He offers. If he could take this away from you, helicopter you home instead, he would but the yard is only so big, and that cost would be even more than he could afford. “We can stop if you need to, just say the word…”
You nod shakily, your shoulders tensing as he turns on the engine.
“Would it help if you closed your eyes and put on one of your Quinn stories in your earbuds?” He suggests. Distraction was always something his own counsellor recommended when he was trying to curb his drinking. “Yes Chef, always seems to make you laugh, or there’s that one about the sexy groundskeeper.”
The edges of your mouth tip up into a smile as you reach into your fanny pack in search of your headphones. It’s new, something he picked up a couple of days ago when he realised how much you had to juggle in terms of navigating your altered balance and carrying a purse. It’s been a saving grace on your many trips around the hospital. Everything you need is right there in reach.
“I find it interesting it you know the contents of my Quinn originals.” You note as you open the tiny white container and take out your earbuds. “Do you want to roleplay chopping wood while I pretend to be a princess?”
“I prefer going down on you in the kitchen.” He shoots back before considering the other scenario. There is a wood burner in your new house, and he could see you getting a little hot and bothered as you sit on the decking in the garden watching him swing an axe. “But I could be persuaded into a little lumberjack fantasy.”
You cackle as you hook up your Bluetooth to your headphones. He waits until you’re settled, eyes closed, head leaning against the headrest before he pulls out of the disabled parking space and hits the road. Your fist clenches again but you take another deep breath dispelling that nervousness just like in the exercises your therapist has been teaching you.
It’s a short journey, only twenty minutes. He takes it as carefully as he can, trying not to agitate your anxiety. When he pulls up outside the house, his hand comes to rest on your good knee squeezing gently.
“We’re home.” He says softly as you pull out your ear buds.
You open your eyes, your breath catching. You press your fingers to your lips, your eyes glossy as you stare at the house in front of you with two hanging baskets full of flowers and a wheelchair ramp leading up to the front door. “You didn’t…”
“It was meant to be a wedding gift.” He tells you as your hair falls over your features so he can’t read your expression. “Your something new but then the accident happened and it seemed the perfect place for you to recover since your apartment was on the third floor and the stairs in my condo would have killed you.”
“Did you move all of my stuff in?” Your voice is small, unreadable. His heart starts to pound, every beat thudding against his ribcage as the blood rushes in his ears.
“Everything is in there.” He confirms, his knuckles turning white as he grips the steering wheel. “I wanted it to feel like home for you, for you to be around all your things. I did have to put the rugs and coffee table into storage for now as they aren’t wheelchair friendly but once you get your new leg you’ll have better mobility so we can bring them back out again.”
There’s silence, it hangs heavy between the two of you before he breaks it. “Did I fuck up?”
You shake your head with a sniffle, and that’s when he realises you’re crying. It’s the first time you’ve shed a tear since this whole thing happened and it breaks his fucking heart.
“Oh Rae.” He unfastens his seat belt and reaching over the console to wrap his arm around your shoulders. He draws you into the shelter of his form, the back of your head resting in the crook of his neck as he kisses your hair. “I know this is a lot of change, but we’ll find our way.”
“It’s not that.” You tell him, using the back of your hand to wipe away the tears that mar your cheeks. “It’s just so perfect, you’ve thought of everything and I just… I’m so fucking lucky to have you in my life.”
“No.” He says fiercely, his lips brushing over your temple. “I’m the lucky one, you saved me Rae, you really did. You lit a fire in me… first by pissing me off and then…” He trails off but you understand, he knows you do. “Do you want to see inside?”
“Yeah.” You say brushing more tears away from underneath your eyes. “I really do.”
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Summary: You discuss what's next for you and Pope.
Set After:
Before You - Pope was in a dark place before he met you.
The Professional - Pope meets the love of his life when Smurf hires her to crack a safe.
The First Job - Pope starts to develop feelings for you during that first job.
Ethical Thieving - You introduce Pope to a new skill set.
Made For You (NSFW) - Pope’s sexual encounters have always been paid for… until you.
Go - Pope doesn’t realise he has options, not until you.
The Gift - Andrew recieves an unexpected Christmas gift.
Compulsions - You realise something isn’t right in Pope’s world
The Octagon - Smurf decides to show you the real Pope Cody.
The Bathtub - After the fight at The Octagon Pope returns to the beach house to claim his prize, only to discover a change of plan.
Two Weeks - Two weeks is too long for Pope to go without you.
The Skatepark - Pope reacts badly when you try to share your feelings.
The Journal - Pope accidently comes across your journal after an incident with Smurf.
Wild Boys - Pope gets a phone call he doesn’t expect in the middle of the night.
Crazy (NSFW) - Pope’s always been crazy but now he’s also a man in love.
Tomorrow - Pope’s family always fuck up the good in his life.
Do Over Day (NSFW) - Pope tries to make up for the day before.
Everything - Pope’s family life clashes with your time together.
Positive - Pope didn’t expect for it to happen sooner rather than later.
Four Bullets - Smurf finds out about you and Pope, leading to dire consquences.
Misery (feat: Baz Cody) - Baz starts to notice there’s something wrong with Pope.
The Gruffalo - Pope finally lays eyes on you for the first time in months.
Kill The Queen - Pope tries to come to terms with Smurf’s death.
Night Thoughts - You and Pope discuss your fears about becoming a parent.
Existential (NSFW) - You and Pope have another first in the aftermath of Smurf’s death.
Today (NSFW) - You and Pope both wake up excited for the day ahead.
Freya - There’s a reason that the wedding has to happen before the birth of your daughter.
Picture Perfect - Pope shares a quiet moment with his new daughter.
A Month In - Pope asks you to make him a promise.
In The Blood - Pope worries about his genetics.
Guilt - You return home to Pope wringing his hands and you know that something isn't right.
The baby looks like strawberry.
Not pink cheeks and a huffy face but a legit, honest to God strawberry. One with a red hat with a green sprig and a matching costume with white spots on. She kicks her feet as you stare down at her, her tiny fists flailing as she smiles up at you in that gummy little way of hers.
“What do you think?” Pope asks, his palm rubbing across his mouth anxiously as Freya babbles from her playmat. You know exactly why he’s chosen a strawberry for your auburn-haired child. This baby, she gobbles up the puree he makes for her like she’ll never see it again. It’s her favourite thing in this world.
“I think she is gonna be the cutest baby out there this Halloween.” You say, reaching down to lift your daughter. Your hand smooths over the fabric of the costume, a soft, luxurious material you definitely don’t pick up off a rack. “Did you make it?”
“Yeah.” He says his fingers running through his unruly curls, pushing them back away from his features. “I’ve been working on it while she naps. Those store bought costumes suck so I found a pattern online, got out your old sewing machine. I kinda liked it, it was good, methodical… reminded me of when we used to crack safes, how all the different parts need to be done in order.”
“Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that…” You begin as you arrange Freya so she’s facing her father. She’s started griping when you cradle her to your chest. She wants to be part of the world these days, to take in all the interesting things it has to offer.
Pope’s demeanour changes, his lips pursing into a tight line as he crosses his arms over his chest.
“Dylan…” He tuts, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “When we had the baby, we agreed she has to come first and that means no more jobs, no more… rolling around in the dirt.”
That’s the phrase he uses to describe the work you both you used to do in front of the baby. He doesn’t want her tainted by your pasts or for her to correctly assume the truth when she’s older.
“What if we were clean?” You ask him as you sway slowly, bouncing your hips in that way that soothes Freya. She lulls back against you, her eyes fixed on Pope. “What if we could do what we used to do but legit?”
“What does that even look like?” He shakes his head unable to fathom it.
“It looks like the two of us being paid to rob places, the only difference is we don’t get arrested if we get caught, and we get an extremely big bonus if we prove there’s a flaw in the security system.” You explain to him, your lips brushing over the baby’s temple. “I had a couple of contacts from the legit work I used to do reach out. Apparently, people have finally worked out that the two of us are together, and that we make a pretty good team. They want to hire us to break into that new art museum on Beaumont before they start putting in the riotously expensive paintings. After what happened with the Louvre, they have to show that they have every provision in place to obtain the insurance.”
“What would we have to do?” He asks, the tension starting to unwind from his muscular shoulders, his posture relaxing. “I mean stuff like that it requires us setting up a company, setting up contracts…”
Paperwork like that… it intimidates him. There’s always vague language and hidden rules, the sense that he’s doing it wrong. His palms start to rub together, one over the other, the first sign of a spiral but then Freya reaches out, making grabby hands and the motion seems to stop him in his tracks.
“I’ll take care of all of that.” You promise him as he places his index fingers into Freya’s grasp, lifting her hands high as if she’s on a roller coaster. She burbles a laugh and the edges of his mouth tip up into a smile as she looks at him from underneath her strawberry hat. “The point is we can finally go legit, which is something I know you’ve wanted for a very long time.”
The world it’s changing, the two of you getting older, the jobs are harder with a lot more risk attached. This type of legitimacy gives Pope the stability he craves, but it also gives him the challenge too. In a few years Freya will be heading off to school, and he needs something for himself, something he can focus on when your child isn’t in his line of sight. And the truth is… as much as you love being mommy, you really miss being The Professional.
“Alright.” Pope agrees, kissing your daughter’s tiny knuckles. “I think it’s a good idea, and you know… it could be fun.”
The look he gives you… it reminds you of the early days. The times the two of you used to go ‘ethical thieving’ before his prison sentence. That spark, it’s been a little absent since you became parents, but the desire is still there, simmering underneath the surface, the same way it always is. You have a feeling once you get this little one down for a nap, it’s going to ignite all over again but… business first.
“We need a name.” You tell him as Freya releases his fingers. She’s getting tired now, your can feel her tiny body slumping back against you. “Something I can give the lawyer to incorporate.”
His gaze strays down to the baby, to the costume he’s spent painstaking hours making her. “Strawberry Security.” He says, testing the words on his tongue. “It has a nice ring to it.”
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^^^ Boi is anxious about if she'll like the house.
Summary: Brendon introduces you to your new home after the accident.
SET AFTER:
Rockstar - Brendon Park meets his match against PTMC's fiery new attending.
Pussy Wagon - A spilled drink leads you to see a different side of your nemesis Park The Shark.
The First Time (NSFW) - Fireworks aren't the only explosive thing happening at Jesse's Fourth of July party.
A Loaded Gun (NSFW) - Hate sex has never been so fucking hot...
This Is Not A Love Story - Brandon tries to set a rule after a 'sticky' situation.
The Game - Brendon finds himself breaking his own rules when it comes to you.
Pittfest -Brendon comforts you when you fall apart after the events of Pittfest.
Is He Prettier Than Me? - Brandon gets curious when he learns you have other plans.
The Drawer - Brendon realises your relationship may be shifting when he discovers he has a drawer at your place.
Scrunchies - Scrunchies… they’re the downfall of Brendon Park.
Love Games (NSFW) - Brendon and you love to play games, especially with each other.
An Exquisite Form of Torture (NSFW) - Brendon continues to turn up the heat as he holds you captive.
THAT Guy - Brendon is forced to face up to his feelings for you when he finds out your meeting up with an ex.
Seven Days - Seven days is far too long to go without you...
Save It - A thirty six hour shift leads to another admission about your relationship with Brendon.
Doctor Dick - Brendon's day takes a turn when Whitaker gives him some critical information.
A Manipulative Fuck - You and Brendon discuss what happened with your ex.
The Call (NSFW) - Brendon decides to put a stop to David's calls once and for all.
The One That Hates The Ravens - David's attempt at revenge backfires spectacularly.
The Lovin Spoonful - You wake up to an unexpected surprise.
Delete, Block, Rinse, Repeat - A series of cryptic messages force Brendon to confront a secret he's been keeping for almost a decade.
His Father's Son - Brendon reflects on the past as he debates taking that first sip of whiskey.
The Cost of Dignity - Brendon's greatest secret comes with a cost.
A Kiss For Luck - Brendon struggles to navigate working at the hospital after the release of THAT video.
The Craziest Fucking Thing - You take matters into your own hands after receiving bad news from Brendon.
Ride Or Die - You wake up to the sound of an angry blender after Brendon discovers what happened with Rowena.
Baby Shark - Once a year Brendon always ends up back at the aquarium.
Diamonds (NSFW) - A bet leads to naughty shenanigans in a five star restaurant.
The Call Out - Brendon's focus on wedding planning is disrupted when he's called out to the scene of a multi-car pile up.
Good Hands - Abbot reminds Brendon you're in good hands as they proceed with the amputation.
Flayed - Brendon's world crashes down as he learns the truth about the accident.
Ten Things I Love About You - Brendon discovers a pink envelope in the pocket of the jacket you were wearing at the time of the accident.
The Parent Trap - Brendon faces your parents, leading to a surprise revelation.
Sledgehammer - Brendon struggles to cope in the aftermath of everything that's happened.
Et Tu Marianne? - Your mother throws Brendon under the bus after you wake up from surgery.
The Fucking Patient - Abbot has some harsh words for Brendon regarding your care.
Chemistry - You and Brendon finally have a moment alone to talk.
A Serial Absconder - Your habit of disappearing leads to a healing journey Brendon doesn't expect.
You’re anxious.
You don’t tell Brendon that, but he can sense it underneath the surface as you sit inside the car he’s rented because your wheelchair won’t fit in the Porshe without total disassembly. He’s thinking of trading it in, getting something that will suit your needs more.
“I know that this is scary.” He says gently as your hands curl into fists, the fabric of your shorts bunching up as you grip it. “But you’re ready to come home, they wouldn’t have let you out if you weren’t.”
“It’s not that.” Your jaw clenches as you suck in a breath, holding it for a couple of seconds before exhaling. “It’s the car. I haven’t been in one since the accident, it’s… I didn’t expect it to be so tough.”
He kicks himself for not thinking of that. He’d been so focused on making sure the house was ready, that you had everything you needed that he didn’t even think about the journey from A to B.
“I’ll take it slow.” He offers. If he could take this away from you, helicopter you home instead, he would but the yard is only so big, and that cost would be even more than he could afford. “We can stop if you need to, just say the word…”
You nod shakily, your shoulders tensing as he turns on the engine.
“Would it help if you closed your eyes and put on one of your Quinn stories in your earbuds?” He suggests. Distraction was always something his own counsellor recommended when he was trying to curb his drinking. “Yes Chef, always seems to make you laugh, or there’s that one about the sexy groundskeeper.”
The edges of your mouth tip up into a smile as you reach into your fanny pack in search of your headphones. It’s new, something he picked up a couple of days ago when he realised how much you had to juggle in terms of navigating your altered balance and carrying a purse. It’s been a saving grace on your many trips around the hospital. Everything you need is right there in reach.
“I find it interesting it you know the contents of my Quinn originals.” You note as you open the tiny white container and take out your earbuds. “Do you want to roleplay chopping wood while I pretend to be a princess?”
“I prefer going down on you in the kitchen.” He shoots back before considering the other scenario. There is a wood burner in your new house, and he could see you getting a little hot and bothered as you sit on the decking in the garden watching him swing an axe. “But I could be persuaded into a little lumberjack fantasy.”
You cackle as you hook up your Bluetooth to your headphones. He waits until you’re settled, eyes closed, head leaning against the headrest before he pulls out of the disabled parking space and hits the road. Your fist clenches again but you take another deep breath dispelling that nervousness just like in the exercises your therapist has been teaching you.
It’s a short journey, only twenty minutes. He takes it as carefully as he can, trying not to agitate your anxiety. When he pulls up outside the house, his hand comes to rest on your good knee squeezing gently.
“We’re home.” He says softly as you pull out your ear buds.
You open your eyes, your breath catching. You press your fingers to your lips, your eyes glossy as you stare at the house in front of you with two hanging baskets full of flowers and a wheelchair ramp leading up to the front door. “You didn’t…”
“It was meant to be a wedding gift.” He tells you as your hair falls over your features so he can’t read your expression. “Your something new but then the accident happened and it seemed the perfect place for you to recover since your apartment was on the third floor and the stairs in my condo would have killed you.”
“Did you move all of my stuff in?” Your voice is small, unreadable. His heart starts to pound, every beat thudding against his ribcage as the blood rushes in his ears.
“Everything is in there.” He confirms, his knuckles turning white as he grips the steering wheel. “I wanted it to feel like home for you, for you to be around all your things. I did have to put the rugs and coffee table into storage for now as they aren’t wheelchair friendly but once you get your new leg you’ll have better mobility so we can bring them back out again.”
There’s silence, it hangs heavy between the two of you before he breaks it. “Did I fuck up?”
You shake your head with a sniffle, and that’s when he realises you’re crying. It’s the first time you’ve shed a tear since this whole thing happened and it breaks his fucking heart.
“Oh Rae.” He unfastens his seat belt and reaching over the console to wrap his arm around your shoulders. He draws you into the shelter of his form, the back of your head resting in the crook of his neck as he kisses your hair. “I know this is a lot of change, but we’ll find our way.”
“It’s not that.” You tell him, using the back of your hand to wipe away the tears that mar your cheeks. “It’s just so perfect, you’ve thought of everything and I just… I’m so fucking lucky to have you in my life.”
“No.” He says fiercely, his lips brushing over your temple. “I’m the lucky one, you saved me Rae, you really did. You lit a fire in me… first by pissing me off and then…” He trails off but you understand, he knows you do. “Do you want to see inside?”
“Yeah.” You say brushing more tears away from underneath your eyes. “I really do.”
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Summary: Brendon introduces you to your new home after the accident.
SET AFTER:
Rockstar - Brendon Park meets his match against PTMC's fiery new attending.
Pussy Wagon - A spilled drink leads you to see a different side of your nemesis Park The Shark.
The First Time (NSFW) - Fireworks aren't the only explosive thing happening at Jesse's Fourth of July party.
A Loaded Gun (NSFW) - Hate sex has never been so fucking hot...
This Is Not A Love Story - Brandon tries to set a rule after a 'sticky' situation.
The Game - Brendon finds himself breaking his own rules when it comes to you.
Pittfest -Brendon comforts you when you fall apart after the events of Pittfest.
Is He Prettier Than Me? - Brandon gets curious when he learns you have other plans.
The Drawer - Brendon realises your relationship may be shifting when he discovers he has a drawer at your place.
Scrunchies - Scrunchies… they’re the downfall of Brendon Park.
Love Games (NSFW) - Brendon and you love to play games, especially with each other.
An Exquisite Form of Torture (NSFW) - Brendon continues to turn up the heat as he holds you captive.
THAT Guy - Brendon is forced to face up to his feelings for you when he finds out your meeting up with an ex.
Seven Days - Seven days is far too long to go without you...
Save It - A thirty six hour shift leads to another admission about your relationship with Brendon.
Doctor Dick - Brendon's day takes a turn when Whitaker gives him some critical information.
A Manipulative Fuck - You and Brendon discuss what happened with your ex.
The Call (NSFW) - Brendon decides to put a stop to David's calls once and for all.
The One That Hates The Ravens - David's attempt at revenge backfires spectacularly.
The Lovin Spoonful - You wake up to an unexpected surprise.
Delete, Block, Rinse, Repeat - A series of cryptic messages force Brendon to confront a secret he's been keeping for almost a decade.
His Father's Son - Brendon reflects on the past as he debates taking that first sip of whiskey.
The Cost of Dignity - Brendon's greatest secret comes with a cost.
A Kiss For Luck - Brendon struggles to navigate working at the hospital after the release of THAT video.
The Craziest Fucking Thing - You take matters into your own hands after receiving bad news from Brendon.
Ride Or Die - You wake up to the sound of an angry blender after Brendon discovers what happened with Rowena.
Baby Shark - Once a year Brendon always ends up back at the aquarium.
Diamonds (NSFW) - A bet leads to naughty shenanigans in a five star restaurant.
The Call Out - Brendon's focus on wedding planning is disrupted when he's called out to the scene of a multi-car pile up.
Good Hands - Abbot reminds Brendon you're in good hands as they proceed with the amputation.
Flayed - Brendon's world crashes down as he learns the truth about the accident.
Ten Things I Love About You - Brendon discovers a pink envelope in the pocket of the jacket you were wearing at the time of the accident.
The Parent Trap - Brendon faces your parents, leading to a surprise revelation.
Sledgehammer - Brendon struggles to cope in the aftermath of everything that's happened.
Et Tu Marianne? - Your mother throws Brendon under the bus after you wake up from surgery.
The Fucking Patient - Abbot has some harsh words for Brendon regarding your care.
Chemistry - You and Brendon finally have a moment alone to talk.
A Serial Absconder - Your habit of disappearing leads to a healing journey Brendon doesn't expect.
You’re anxious.
You don’t tell Brendon that, but he can sense it underneath the surface as you sit inside the car he’s rented because your wheelchair won’t fit in the Porshe without total disassembly. He’s thinking of trading it in, getting something that will suit your needs more.
“I know that this is scary.” He says gently as your hands curl into fists, the fabric of your shorts bunching up as you grip it. “But you’re ready to come home, they wouldn’t have let you out if you weren’t.”
“It’s not that.” Your jaw clenches as you suck in a breath, holding it for a couple of seconds before exhaling. “It’s the car. I haven’t been in one since the accident, it’s… I didn’t expect it to be so tough.”
He kicks himself for not thinking of that. He’d been so focused on making sure the house was ready, that you had everything you needed that he didn’t even think about the journey from A to B.
“I’ll take it slow.” He offers. If he could take this away from you, helicopter you home instead, he would but the yard is only so big, and that cost would be even more than he could afford. “We can stop if you need to, just say the word…”
You nod shakily, your shoulders tensing as he turns on the engine.
“Would it help if you closed your eyes and put on one of your Quinn stories in your earbuds?” He suggests. Distraction was always something his own counsellor recommended when he was trying to curb his drinking. “Yes Chef, always seems to make you laugh, or there’s that one about the sexy groundskeeper.”
The edges of your mouth tip up into a smile as you reach into your fanny pack in search of your headphones. It’s new, something he picked up a couple of days ago when he realised how much you had to juggle in terms of navigating your altered balance and carrying a purse. It’s been a saving grace on your many trips around the hospital. Everything you need is right there in reach.
“I find it interesting it you know the contents of my Quinn originals.” You note as you open the tiny white container and take out your earbuds. “Do you want to roleplay chopping wood while I pretend to be a princess?”
“I prefer going down on you in the kitchen.” He shoots back before considering the other scenario. There is a wood burner in your new house, and he could see you getting a little hot and bothered as you sit on the decking in the garden watching him swing an axe. “But I could be persuaded into a little lumberjack fantasy.”
You cackle as you hook up your Bluetooth to your headphones. He waits until you’re settled, eyes closed, head leaning against the headrest before he pulls out of the disabled parking space and hits the road. Your fist clenches again but you take another deep breath dispelling that nervousness just like in the exercises your therapist has been teaching you.
It’s a short journey, only twenty minutes. He takes it as carefully as he can, trying not to agitate your anxiety. When he pulls up outside the house, his hand comes to rest on your good knee squeezing gently.
“We’re home.” He says softly as you pull out your ear buds.
You open your eyes, your breath catching. You press your fingers to your lips, your eyes glossy as you stare at the house in front of you with two hanging baskets full of flowers and a wheelchair ramp leading up to the front door. “You didn’t…”
“It was meant to be a wedding gift.” He tells you as your hair falls over your features so he can’t read your expression. “Your something new but then the accident happened and it seemed the perfect place for you to recover since your apartment was on the third floor and the stairs in my condo would have killed you.”
“Did you move all of my stuff in?” Your voice is small, unreadable. His heart starts to pound, every beat thudding against his ribcage as the blood rushes in his ears.
“Everything is in there.” He confirms, his knuckles turning white as he grips the steering wheel. “I wanted it to feel like home for you, for you to be around all your things. I did have to put the rugs and coffee table into storage for now as they aren’t wheelchair friendly but once you get your new leg you’ll have better mobility so we can bring them back out again.”
There’s silence, it hangs heavy between the two of you before he breaks it. “Did I fuck up?”
You shake your head with a sniffle, and that’s when he realises you’re crying. It’s the first time you’ve shed a tear since this whole thing happened and it breaks his fucking heart.
“Oh Rae.” He unfastens his seat belt and reaching over the console to wrap his arm around your shoulders. He draws you into the shelter of his form, the back of your head resting in the crook of his neck as he kisses your hair. “I know this is a lot of change, but we’ll find our way.”
“It’s not that.” You tell him, using the back of your hand to wipe away the tears that mar your cheeks. “It’s just so perfect, you’ve thought of everything and I just… I’m so fucking lucky to have you in my life.”
“No.” He says fiercely, his lips brushing over your temple. “I’m the lucky one, you saved me Rae, you really did. You lit a fire in me… first by pissing me off and then…” He trails off but you understand, he knows you do. “Do you want to see inside?”
“Yeah.” You say brushing more tears away from underneath your eyes. “I really do.”
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Summary: You discuss what's next for you and Pope.
Set After:
Before You - Pope was in a dark place before he met you.
The Professional - Pope meets the love of his life when Smurf hires her to crack a safe.
The First Job - Pope starts to develop feelings for you during that first job.
Ethical Thieving - You introduce Pope to a new skill set.
Made For You (NSFW) - Pope’s sexual encounters have always been paid for… until you.
Go - Pope doesn’t realise he has options, not until you.
The Gift - Andrew recieves an unexpected Christmas gift.
Compulsions - You realise something isn’t right in Pope’s world
The Octagon - Smurf decides to show you the real Pope Cody.
The Bathtub - After the fight at The Octagon Pope returns to the beach house to claim his prize, only to discover a change of plan.
Two Weeks - Two weeks is too long for Pope to go without you.
The Skatepark - Pope reacts badly when you try to share your feelings.
The Journal - Pope accidently comes across your journal after an incident with Smurf.
Wild Boys - Pope gets a phone call he doesn’t expect in the middle of the night.
Crazy (NSFW) - Pope’s always been crazy but now he’s also a man in love.
Tomorrow - Pope’s family always fuck up the good in his life.
Do Over Day (NSFW) - Pope tries to make up for the day before.
Everything - Pope’s family life clashes with your time together.
Positive - Pope didn’t expect for it to happen sooner rather than later.
Four Bullets - Smurf finds out about you and Pope, leading to dire consquences.
Misery (feat: Baz Cody) - Baz starts to notice there’s something wrong with Pope.
The Gruffalo - Pope finally lays eyes on you for the first time in months.
Kill The Queen - Pope tries to come to terms with Smurf’s death.
Night Thoughts - You and Pope discuss your fears about becoming a parent.
Existential (NSFW) - You and Pope have another first in the aftermath of Smurf’s death.
Today (NSFW) - You and Pope both wake up excited for the day ahead.
Freya - There’s a reason that the wedding has to happen before the birth of your daughter.
Picture Perfect - Pope shares a quiet moment with his new daughter.
A Month In - Pope asks you to make him a promise.
In The Blood - Pope worries about his genetics.
Guilt - You return home to Pope wringing his hands and you know that something isn't right.
The baby looks like strawberry.
Not pink cheeks and a huffy face but a legit, honest to God strawberry. One with a red hat with a green sprig and a matching costume with white spots on. She kicks her feet as you stare down at her, her tiny fists flailing as she smiles up at you in that gummy little way of hers.
“What do you think?” Pope asks, his palm rubbing across his mouth anxiously as Freya babbles from her playmat. You know exactly why he’s chosen a strawberry for your auburn-haired child. This baby, she gobbles up the puree he makes for her like she’ll never see it again. It’s her favourite thing in this world.
“I think she is gonna be the cutest baby out there this Halloween.” You say, reaching down to lift your daughter. Your hand smooths over the fabric of the costume, a soft, luxurious material you definitely don’t pick up off a rack. “Did you make it?”
“Yeah.” He says his fingers running through his unruly curls, pushing them back away from his features. “I’ve been working on it while she naps. Those store bought costumes suck so I found a pattern online, got out your old sewing machine. I kinda liked it, it was good, methodical… reminded me of when we used to crack safes, how all the different parts need to be done in order.”
“Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that…” You begin as you arrange Freya so she’s facing her father. She’s started griping when you cradle her to your chest. She wants to be part of the world these days, to take in all the interesting things it has to offer.
Pope’s demeanour changes, his lips pursing into a tight line as he crosses his arms over his chest.
“Dylan…” He tuts, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “When we had the baby, we agreed she has to come first and that means no more jobs, no more… rolling around in the dirt.”
That’s the phrase he uses to describe the work you both you used to do in front of the baby. He doesn’t want her tainted by your pasts or for her to correctly assume the truth when she’s older.
“What if we were clean?” You ask him as you sway slowly, bouncing your hips in that way that soothes Freya. She lulls back against you, her eyes fixed on Pope. “What if we could do what we used to do but legit?”
“What does that even look like?” He shakes his head unable to fathom it.
“It looks like the two of us being paid to rob places, the only difference is we don’t get arrested if we get caught, and we get an extremely big bonus if we prove there’s a flaw in the security system.” You explain to him, your lips brushing over the baby’s temple. “I had a couple of contacts from the legit work I used to do reach out. Apparently, people have finally worked out that the two of us are together, and that we make a pretty good team. They want to hire us to break into that new art museum on Beaumont before they start putting in the riotously expensive paintings. After what happened with the Louvre, they have to show that they have every provision in place to obtain the insurance.”
“What would we have to do?” He asks, the tension starting to unwind from his muscular shoulders, his posture relaxing. “I mean stuff like that it requires us setting up a company, setting up contracts…”
Paperwork like that… it intimidates him. There’s always vague language and hidden rules, the sense that he’s doing it wrong. His palms start to rub together, one over the other, the first sign of a spiral but then Freya reaches out, making grabby hands and the motion seems to stop him in his tracks.
“I’ll take care of all of that.” You promise him as he places his index fingers into Freya’s grasp, lifting her hands high as if she’s on a roller coaster. She burbles a laugh and the edges of his mouth tip up into a smile as she looks at him from underneath her strawberry hat. “The point is we can finally go legit, which is something I know you’ve wanted for a very long time.”
The world it’s changing, the two of you getting older, the jobs are harder with a lot more risk attached. This type of legitimacy gives Pope the stability he craves, but it also gives him the challenge too. In a few years Freya will be heading off to school, and he needs something for himself, something he can focus on when your child isn’t in his line of sight. And the truth is… as much as you love being mommy, you really miss being The Professional.
“Alright.” Pope agrees, kissing your daughter’s tiny knuckles. “I think it’s a good idea, and you know… it could be fun.”
The look he gives you… it reminds you of the early days. The times the two of you used to go ‘ethical thieving’ before his prison sentence. That spark, it’s been a little absent since you became parents, but the desire is still there, simmering underneath the surface, the same way it always is. You have a feeling once you get this little one down for a nap, it’s going to ignite all over again but… business first.
“We need a name.” You tell him as Freya releases his fingers. She’s getting tired now, your can feel her tiny body slumping back against you. “Something I can give the lawyer to incorporate.”
His gaze strays down to the baby, to the costume he’s spent painstaking hours making her. “Strawberry Security.” He says, testing the words on his tongue. “It has a nice ring to it.”
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Summary: Brendon introduces you to your new home after the accident.
SET AFTER:
Rockstar - Brendon Park meets his match against PTMC's fiery new attending.
Pussy Wagon - A spilled drink leads you to see a different side of your nemesis Park The Shark.
The First Time (NSFW) - Fireworks aren't the only explosive thing happening at Jesse's Fourth of July party.
A Loaded Gun (NSFW) - Hate sex has never been so fucking hot...
This Is Not A Love Story - Brandon tries to set a rule after a 'sticky' situation.
The Game - Brendon finds himself breaking his own rules when it comes to you.
Pittfest -Brendon comforts you when you fall apart after the events of Pittfest.
Is He Prettier Than Me? - Brandon gets curious when he learns you have other plans.
The Drawer - Brendon realises your relationship may be shifting when he discovers he has a drawer at your place.
Scrunchies - Scrunchies… they’re the downfall of Brendon Park.
Love Games (NSFW) - Brendon and you love to play games, especially with each other.
An Exquisite Form of Torture (NSFW) - Brendon continues to turn up the heat as he holds you captive.
THAT Guy - Brendon is forced to face up to his feelings for you when he finds out your meeting up with an ex.
Seven Days - Seven days is far too long to go without you...
Save It - A thirty six hour shift leads to another admission about your relationship with Brendon.
Doctor Dick - Brendon's day takes a turn when Whitaker gives him some critical information.
A Manipulative Fuck - You and Brendon discuss what happened with your ex.
The Call (NSFW) - Brendon decides to put a stop to David's calls once and for all.
The One That Hates The Ravens - David's attempt at revenge backfires spectacularly.
The Lovin Spoonful - You wake up to an unexpected surprise.
Delete, Block, Rinse, Repeat - A series of cryptic messages force Brendon to confront a secret he's been keeping for almost a decade.
His Father's Son - Brendon reflects on the past as he debates taking that first sip of whiskey.
The Cost of Dignity - Brendon's greatest secret comes with a cost.
A Kiss For Luck - Brendon struggles to navigate working at the hospital after the release of THAT video.
The Craziest Fucking Thing - You take matters into your own hands after receiving bad news from Brendon.
Ride Or Die - You wake up to the sound of an angry blender after Brendon discovers what happened with Rowena.
Baby Shark - Once a year Brendon always ends up back at the aquarium.
Diamonds (NSFW) - A bet leads to naughty shenanigans in a five star restaurant.
The Call Out - Brendon's focus on wedding planning is disrupted when he's called out to the scene of a multi-car pile up.
Good Hands - Abbot reminds Brendon you're in good hands as they proceed with the amputation.
Flayed - Brendon's world crashes down as he learns the truth about the accident.
Ten Things I Love About You - Brendon discovers a pink envelope in the pocket of the jacket you were wearing at the time of the accident.
The Parent Trap - Brendon faces your parents, leading to a surprise revelation.
Sledgehammer - Brendon struggles to cope in the aftermath of everything that's happened.
Et Tu Marianne? - Your mother throws Brendon under the bus after you wake up from surgery.
The Fucking Patient - Abbot has some harsh words for Brendon regarding your care.
Chemistry - You and Brendon finally have a moment alone to talk.
A Serial Absconder - Your habit of disappearing leads to a healing journey Brendon doesn't expect.
You’re anxious.
You don’t tell Brendon that, but he can sense it underneath the surface as you sit inside the car he’s rented because your wheelchair won’t fit in the Porshe without total disassembly. He’s thinking of trading it in, getting something that will suit your needs more.
“I know that this is scary.” He says gently as your hands curl into fists, the fabric of your shorts bunching up as you grip it. “But you’re ready to come home, they wouldn’t have let you out if you weren’t.”
“It’s not that.” Your jaw clenches as you suck in a breath, holding it for a couple of seconds before exhaling. “It’s the car. I haven’t been in one since the accident, it’s… I didn’t expect it to be so tough.”
He kicks himself for not thinking of that. He’d been so focused on making sure the house was ready, that you had everything you needed that he didn’t even think about the journey from A to B.
“I’ll take it slow.” He offers. If he could take this away from you, helicopter you home instead, he would but the yard is only so big, and that cost would be even more than he could afford. “We can stop if you need to, just say the word…”
You nod shakily, your shoulders tensing as he turns on the engine.
“Would it help if you closed your eyes and put on one of your Quinn stories in your earbuds?” He suggests. Distraction was always something his own counsellor recommended when he was trying to curb his drinking. “Yes Chef, always seems to make you laugh, or there’s that one about the sexy groundskeeper.”
The edges of your mouth tip up into a smile as you reach into your fanny pack in search of your headphones. It’s new, something he picked up a couple of days ago when he realised how much you had to juggle in terms of navigating your altered balance and carrying a purse. It’s been a saving grace on your many trips around the hospital. Everything you need is right there in reach.
“I find it interesting it you know the contents of my Quinn originals.” You note as you open the tiny white container and take out your earbuds. “Do you want to roleplay chopping wood while I pretend to be a princess?”
“I prefer going down on you in the kitchen.” He shoots back before considering the other scenario. There is a wood burner in your new house, and he could see you getting a little hot and bothered as you sit on the decking in the garden watching him swing an axe. “But I could be persuaded into a little lumberjack fantasy.”
You cackle as you hook up your Bluetooth to your headphones. He waits until you’re settled, eyes closed, head leaning against the headrest before he pulls out of the disabled parking space and hits the road. Your fist clenches again but you take another deep breath dispelling that nervousness just like in the exercises your therapist has been teaching you.
It’s a short journey, only twenty minutes. He takes it as carefully as he can, trying not to agitate your anxiety. When he pulls up outside the house, his hand comes to rest on your good knee squeezing gently.
“We’re home.” He says softly as you pull out your ear buds.
You open your eyes, your breath catching. You press your fingers to your lips, your eyes glossy as you stare at the house in front of you with two hanging baskets full of flowers and a wheelchair ramp leading up to the front door. “You didn’t…”
“It was meant to be a wedding gift.” He tells you as your hair falls over your features so he can’t read your expression. “Your something new but then the accident happened and it seemed the perfect place for you to recover since your apartment was on the third floor and the stairs in my condo would have killed you.”
“Did you move all of my stuff in?” Your voice is small, unreadable. His heart starts to pound, every beat thudding against his ribcage as the blood rushes in his ears.
“Everything is in there.” He confirms, his knuckles turning white as he grips the steering wheel. “I wanted it to feel like home for you, for you to be around all your things. I did have to put the rugs and coffee table into storage for now as they aren’t wheelchair friendly but once you get your new leg you’ll have better mobility so we can bring them back out again.”
There’s silence, it hangs heavy between the two of you before he breaks it. “Did I fuck up?”
You shake your head with a sniffle, and that’s when he realises you’re crying. It’s the first time you’ve shed a tear since this whole thing happened and it breaks his fucking heart.
“Oh Rae.” He unfastens his seat belt and reaching over the console to wrap his arm around your shoulders. He draws you into the shelter of his form, the back of your head resting in the crook of his neck as he kisses your hair. “I know this is a lot of change, but we’ll find our way.”
“It’s not that.” You tell him, using the back of your hand to wipe away the tears that mar your cheeks. “It’s just so perfect, you’ve thought of everything and I just… I’m so fucking lucky to have you in my life.”
“No.” He says fiercely, his lips brushing over your temple. “I’m the lucky one, you saved me Rae, you really did. You lit a fire in me… first by pissing me off and then…” He trails off but you understand, he knows you do. “Do you want to see inside?”
“Yeah.” You say brushing more tears away from underneath your eyes. “I really do.”
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