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“My first team consist of a very dashing old-western type who just never can seem to dress himself properly and a very muscular jedi who learned the hard way that lightsabers weren’t meant for buttstuff, it’s Aaron Marquis and Blaine Gibson.” Jon introduces their team, earning a few chuckles from everyone before the camera shifts.

“The second team consists of two very beautiful warrior women, one of whom is a master linguist with a habit of pun-intentional humor, while the other is better known for her razor sharp wit and her ability to trip over literally anything, even her own words, it’s Barbara Dunkelman and Y/N Y/L/N. I’m Jon Risinger and welcome to On the Spot.”

“I feel like I should be offended by that description.” You comment  to Barbara, who chuckles.

“But it’s true.” She replies causing you to pout. Jon finishes introducing and looks over at Blaine and Aaron.

“Okay, okay, for real, team names?” He asks.

“Well, we were thinking-”

“For once.” You comment, cutting Blaine off and earning a playful glare.

“As I said, we were thinking, and we decided on Team Jon Sucks But He Has a Cool Dog.” Blaine says.

“Riiiight. Will that even fit in a twee?” Jon asks, rolling his eyes. “Ladies?”

“Well, we wanted to stay super classy-” You start.

“For once.” Blaine butts in, smirking.

“Which is why we’ve decided to date each other and go for the team name Team Better than Boys.” Barbara finishes.

“Oh.” Blaine and Aaron both pout.

“Perfect!” Jon cheers and audience claps.

“Don’t clap for that!” Aaron whines.

“I always clap for pretty girls!” Meg shouts back from the audience and you send her a wink and finger guns, causing a few members of the audience to go from laughing to booing you.

“Alright, alright, we’ve got games to play!” Jon half-shouts. “No more finger guns!”

“But, Jon!” You whine.

“No! No finger guns! Let’s play our first game, Cunning Linguistics. We’ll go to Team...Better than Boys for the first word, what’s their word?”

You and Barbara watch as the word Skywalker’ed pops up on the screen.

“We’re going for a Star Wars theme here.” Jon explains. “Alright, who’s first?” You and Barbara exchange baffled looks.

“I guess I’ll go?” You volunteer. Jon nods and you take a deep breath. “Okay, so, you know how Luke and Leia are siblings, right?”

“Y/N, everyone knows that.” Blaine says.

“Not everyone.” You point out. “They didn’t, at first. Skywalker’ed is when you think this guy or gal is super attractive and you two smooch a few times and then you find out you’re related.”

“Oh nooo.” Jon groans.

“That’s the worst!” Aaron chirps in.

“Who uses the word ‘smooch’?” Barbara asks.

“Babs, shh.” You shush her, before you add, “It’s even better if they go on to date your new friend that’s way cooler than you.”

“Wow, alright. I...unfortunately, that’s not the answer. Barbara?” Jon says, and you pout dramatically for the camera.

“Well, I mean, Y/N is totally right but...Skywalker’ed is where all your arms and legs get chopped off and you’re turned into a robot.” Barbara says, faking her confidence about her answer.

“That’s still not quite the answer.” Jon says. “Boys?”

“Well, obviously,” Blaine speaks up, “Skywalker’ed is...uh, it’s...It’s when you fall in love with someone and then you doom them forever. Like, Anakin and Padme, or Leia and Han. You should never love a Skywalker, honestly.”

“If you ever Skywalker me, Gibson…” You threaten him playfully, drawing your finger across your throat.

“She’ll buy you a necklace! Neat!” Aaron laughs and the audience lets out a mix of laughs and groans.

“Well, none of those were the right definition, surprise. But let’s see what it is.” Jon announces and you all watch the screen: The act of having a hand or foot amputated.

“Ey!” Barbara cheers, and you clap loudly.

“You didn’t win!” Jon shouts.

“But she was the closest! She totally wins!” You argue.

“Well... you’re right. Points to Barbs.” Jon gives in. You and Barbara cheer again, amongst the audience’s clapping, and you shoot finger guns at Jon, who groans and swats at your hands. “Let’s see what the word is for Team...whatever the fuck the boys’ team is.”

Everyone grows quiet as the word shows up on the screen: wookiefoot.

“Wookiefoot.” Jon reads. “Alright, let’s go with...our obvious expert, Blaine?”

“Right, right. Wookiefoot. Wooookiefoot. Wookiefoot.” Blaine repeats the word a few times.

“Hey, quit your stalling!” Barbara says. Blaine huffs.

“Fine! It’s the ah, the act of stepping on a lego and the sound you make that goes with it.” Blaine finally says. “Like, ‘Ow, fuck a lego, ARARGAGH’!” The entire room bursts into laughter at Blaine’s pitiful attempt at a wookie yell.

“That was amazing.” You laugh, wiping tears from your eyes. Blaine sends you a wink, earning an ‘ooh’ from the audience.

“Not the definition, but you know what, five points to Blaine for that incredible noise.” Aaron and Blaine high-five and Jon rolls his eyes. “Aaron?”

“Oh, this is easy.” Aaron slouches back in his chair. “It’s when you don’t shave in a while and the hair on your leg grows down to the hairs on the top of your foot.”

“You sound like you have experience with that.” Jon comments.

“No, it’s just a common problem among people that aren’t me.” Aaron jokingly tugs at his collar, as if embarrassed.

“Riiiight. Ladies?”

“I’ve got this Barbs.” You tell her, before looking back to the rest of them. “Almost like Aaron’s actually, but, you know a Hobbit foot? Where there’s a lot of hair on top of the foot? Well a Wookiefoot is just a really, really hairy foot. Like, hair all over the foot, bottom too.”

“Is that even possible?” Jon asks. You shrug in response and Jon shrugs. “Let’s see the real definition. An "ungroomed" camel toe due to the cold weather.

“What?” You screech.

“How does that even make sense?” Barbara asks.

“Apparently, the toe evolves into a foot?” Blaine says, but looks mildly confused.

“I think I have to give this one to Aaron, he talked about not shaving…” Jon says. You and Barbara boo amidst the boys’ cheers.

**

“Alright, at the end of that game, let’s look at points!” Jon shouts over you all as you bicker over how the second game went. The points pop up below you: 46 for the guys and 95 for the girls.

“Ey!” You and Barbara yell together. The boys groan because they know what this means; it means redemption challenge.

“So! Our redemption challenge today is a little more...unconventional.” Jon starts.

“Aren’t they always?” Barbara jokes.

“This time,” Jon keeps going, ignoring Barbara, “only one member of our losing team will participate. And one of our winning team will participate as well.” You and Barbara exchange unhappy glances.

“What?” You ask, frowning.

“Blaine? Y/N? Ready?” Jon asks.

“You haven’t even explained the challenge!” You argue. “Where’s Maggie or whoever, with the weird gross food?”

“Y/N, shush!” Jon whisper-yells and you flop further into your chair, frowning. You look to Blaine who is looking increasingly nervous.

“So, um, Y/N…” Blaine starts, swallowing thickly and staring at the ground.

“Babe? You okay?” You ask, still slightly suspicious of the ‘challenge’ going on, but also worried a bit for your boyfriend.

“I love you!” Blaine blurts out and you can’t help but laugh a bit.

“I know!” You reassure him.

“I love you so, so much.” He says in a rush, and then suddenly he’s out of his chair and down on one knee. Blaine fumbles as he pulls a small box out of his jacket pocket, and finally opens the box towards you, a ring glittering in the middle. “Will you marry me?”

Your mouth pops open without you meaning for it to and the room becomes hushed. Blaine is watching you anxiously, of course. You reach out slowly and take the box from him. The ring inside is simple, silver, with a few stones in your favorite color. You gingerly take it from the box and notice, written inside the band in plain script is I Know. You slide the ring carefully onto your finger then look up, grinning, at Blaine.

“Duh!” You laugh, throwing yourself at him. You wrap your arms around his neck and the both of you crash to the floor amid cheers from everyone in the room.

“Five thousand points to Blaine!” You hear Jon yell above the commotion, though you’ve stopped caring about the game.

“I think,” Blaine mumbles in your ear, “that I just won the game.”

“You say that, but I think I’m the real winner here.” You reply with a grin, then leaning down for a kiss.

“Oh, gross. Guys, come on.” Aaron jokes, fake-gagging and rolling his eyes.

“Shut up, asshole.” Blaine says once you’ve pulled away from one another. Aaron and Jon pull Blaine into a hug and Barbara does the same to you.

“Congrats Y/N!” She cheers.

“Did you know about this?” You ask, suddenly hit with the thought.

“Who didn’t know about this?” Barbara replies with an eye roll.

“I didn’t.” You pout, pointing at yourself.

“Fuck! Quit moving so quickly Ryan!”

“Y/N!” You immediately rose from where you sat in your desk chair and hurried into the main room of the warehouse. At first you couldn't tell what was wrong but then Geoff shifted out of the way. Ray’s arms were draped over Ryan and Michael’s shoulders and he hung between them, unconscious. Blood dripped from his forehead and his left leg seemed to be bleeding heavily.

“Jesus. Ok.” You took a deep breath. “Bring him back here.”You led the way back to where you had a small doctor’s office. Usually, you just did small patch ups. Sewing cuts up, binding sprains, picking glass out of skin, things like that. They didn’t usually bring the big injuries to you.

“Here, lay him up here.” The examination table was clean, mainly from lack of use, and they eased Ray up there with no problems. You immediately began taking care of the head wound, cleaning up the large amount of blood.

“Is he gonna be ok?” Geoff asked. You could hear Gavin retching in another room and Michael and Ryan had gone to get cleaned up. Geoff and Jack had stayed, hovering around like mothers. You couldn’t help but smile a bit at that thought.

“I haven’t got a very good look yet, but it doesn’t look too deep. It’s a head wound so it’ll bleed a lot. A concussion, maybe. His leg, on the other hand, will take a little more work. Now, tell me. Why’d you bring Ray here and not the hospital?” You glanced up at the two men as you worked. They both looked worse for wear: they were bloody and looked dead on their feet.

“The guys we were up against? They’re the ones with contacts in the hospital. They didn’t know that it was us trying to stop them, they thought we were some odd gang.” Jack answered, shrugging. “We couldn’t go to the hospital because then they might be smart enough to put two and two together and figure out it was us. Until the crew is big enough to afford to the hospital on our own…”

“We can’t risk them finding out. Understood.” You finished for him.

“You can do it though, right, Y/N? Get Ray fixed up?” Geoff looked at you expectantly.

“Yeah, yeah, now shoo. Go get cleaned up or something.” You waved them out of the room, looking back down at Ray. “I may need your help later.”

The next hour was spent fixing up Ray. The head wound was the easiest to patch up. The wound itself wasn’t all that large and once you managed to slow the bleeding, you could see that it’d only require one or two stitches. You did that quickly, before moving down to his leg.

“Y/N?” Ray groaned out. He tried to lift himself up onto his elbows.

“Whoa, whoa, slow down there.” You hurried to push him back into his previous laying position. “I’m not done cleaning you up yet.”

“I….Is it bad?” He mumbled.

“No, not too bad. I need to you to take these meds though, they’ll reduce the pain.” You waited while he took the pills then gave him a reassuring smile. “And, uh, I do need to check this place on your leg. It’s up high enough that I’ll need to take your pants off though.”

“Oh, cool.” A blush had crept up Ray’s neck and was spreading onto his ears and cheeks.

“I mean, Ray, if you had wanted me to take your pants off, you could’ve just asked. You didn’t have to get shot.” You made an effort at a joke, hoping to relax Ray and yourself. It didn’t really work, as Ray just blushed a shade darker and began to sputter nonsense. You sigh and then shake your head. Professional, you thought to yourself. Professional.

“Alright, so, you wanna unbutton your pants or should I?” You asked. Ray grumbled at you but unfastened his pants himself, unzipping the zipper. He then closed his eyes in what you thought was an effort to distract himself. You tugged his jeans off, being extra careful around the wound on his left leg, though he did let out a strained noise when you accidently pressed to close to it.

“Sorry, sorry.” You mumbled. You had eased back into work mode and didn’t pay much attention to Ray’s boxers or anything else. You worked to clean the blood from the wound, which was thankfully not near any arteries. As you began to check the injury for fibers, you heard Ray’s breath even out, signalling that he fell asleep. You were quite relieved about that, as you weren’t sure how well he’d handle the cleaning process.

**

“Mm, Y/N?” You turned away from your computer desk.

“Nice to see you awake, finally.” You grinned and walked over to sit next to Ray.

“Where….where am I?” Ray asked, glancing around.

“My house. My bed, specifically.” You answered.

“Fuck.” Ray groaned, throwing his head back onto the pillow. “Of course. Well, Doc, what’s the damage?”

“Once you heal up, you’ll be perfectly fine. It’ll just take a bit of time.”

“Am I…will I stay here the whole time?” He asked, scratching at his face.

“Well,” You paused for a moment to think, “no, you should be able to go back to your house fairly soon. I’ll only keep you here long enough to make sure everything is healing up right.”

“Oh.” He said softly. The two of you sit in quiet comfort for a long while, you back doing work on your computer and Ray playing on his phone. After about an hour, Ray speaks up.

“”Um. I, uh, I need some help.” You turn back to him, confused.

“With?”

“I...I have to pee.”

“Oh!” You hurry around the bed and grab the crutches, helping him get off the bed. “The bathroom is through that door - do you, uh, need help getting in there or - ?”

“Nope, nope, I’m good!” Ray insists, shuffling quickly to the bathroom. You move back to your computer and don’t comment on how Ray almost slips when he exits the bathroom. He sits heavily onto the bed and sighs.

“I’m sorry ‘bout this.” Ray comments to you.

“Hey, no, don’t worry about it.” You wave him off, turning back to face him. “If you don’t mind me asking, how did you get hurt?” He groans and rubs at his face.

“It’s a dumb thing, I was up on a roof like usual but - these guys snuck up on me, and I didn’t hear them, so. I almost ruined the heist.” He shrugs.

“Hey, don’t talk like that!” You reprimand him and join him on the bed. “From what I heard, Gavin was supposed to be your look-out but they got him too. You can’t blame yourself for this.” You lay your hand on his arm gently. He’s quiet for a bit and just looks at your hand.

“Unfortunately,” You move on and drop your hand from his arm, “I don’t have a spare room so, you can stay in here and I’ll be just down the hall in the living room, ok?”

“What, no!” Ray argues. “I’m not gonna kick you outta your bed!”

“I’m not gonna have you sleep on the couch! Your leg isn’t suited for sleeping on it, my couch is way too small!” You retort.

“You’re not sleeping on the couch.” Ray insists, frowning at you.

“Neither are you!” You both frown at each other for a while and neither of you give in.

“Fine!” You huff, throwing your arms up. “We’ll share the bed.”

“Uh.” Ray has a vaguely shocked look on his face.

“You totally planned this, huh?” You waggle your finger at him. “First, I had to take off your pants, and now you’re sleeping in my bed. What is with you?” You’re joking, but partially because you are really nervous.

“Trust me, Y/N, if I was going to actively try to get into your bed, it’d be when my leg was fully operational.” Ray comments.

“Who said you’d need your legs?” You raise an eyebrow. Ray sputters for a moment and then you laugh lightly. “You’ll have to move though, you’re on my side of the bed.”

***

When you wake to an arm around your waist, your first instinct is that it’s an enemy and you stiffen. However, you slowly remember yesterday and relax. Ray moves behind you, his arm tightens around your waist, and he makes a small snuffling noise near your ear in his sleep.

You roll over to face him and snuggle closer to him. You figure, when will you get this chance again? You tuck your head under his and breath in deeply, gripping his shirt gently in your hands. You’re about to doze off but startle yourself as you remember Ray’s injuries. You pull back from him and glance down but can’t see the bandages.

Looking up at his face, you carefully and gently run your fingers over the stitches on his forehead. The wound seems to be healing well and it hasn’t bled anymore at all. You go to pull your hand away but Ray’s hand stops you. He’s squinting at you a bit in the morning light (and also probably because he can’t see shit without his glasses).

“Morning.” He mumbles, pulling you closer and pushing his face into your shoulder. For a moment you wonder if he’s aware of what’s he’s doing, since he seems to still be half asleep. But he brushes his lips to your throat and your heart leaps.

“Is this ok?” He asks quietly.

In answer, you take his face into your hands and pull his lips to yours. What had been slow and simmering between you two burst, and suddenly his hands were in your hair and you were on top of him and you’d never been so on fire before.

His hands were at the hem of your night shirt and as you pull away to catch your breath, you give him permission. His hands on your skin leaving a blazing trail and press your lips to his neck as you try to also get his shirt off. You both jump away from one another in surprise when your cell phone rings.

“Hello?” You say, having scrambled for your phone. Ray groans, pulling your pillow over and pressing it onto his face.

“How’s Ray?” Geoff asks.

“Well, good morning to you too.” You roll your eyes and push your hair out of your face. “But, he’s good. Uh, really good. His injuries don’t seem to be bothering him.”

“You sound like you just got caught fucking in a closet.” Geoff comments and as you’re quiet in response he bursts into laughter. “You two totally did fuck! Jesus Christ, Y/N, you jumped his poor beat up bones!”

“I did not!” You shriek.

“Yeah, alright. Whatever helps you sleep at night, Doc.” Geoff’s still laughing and then he hangs up on you.

“I hate that man.” You groan, falling back to lay down beside Ray, who emerges from under your pillow.

“Well...wanna continue where we left off?” Ray wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, but playfully, at you and you can’t help but laugh.

“Tada!” You say, throwing your arms wide and twirling. “Does it look good?”

“It looks….really good, Y/N.” Spoole nods, eyes lingering on your legs as the skirt of your dress settles back down.

“Okay, hotshot, eyes up here.” You smack Spoole lightly on the arm, sticking your tongue out at him and pointing to your face with your other hand.

“Sorry, sorry.” He apologizes, grinning at you.

“Ready to go?” You check, making sure to grab your bag and phone. “I’m afraid we’ll be late.”

“We’ll be fine. And if we are late, you know they’ll just blame me.” Spoole reassures you.

*** “Look who’s late! Imagine that!” James teases as you and Spoole join him and the others at the table. You all were seated in the very back of the restaurant and on the way in, many people had eyed up you and Spoole.

“You’re surprised? Look at the skirt Y/N’s wearing, I’m sure Sean got a hold of her before they left home.” Elyse speaks up, winking at you as you colored and Spoole sputtered.

“I didn’t!” He objected.

“Wasted opportunity, Spoole. I’m disappointed.” Joel shook his head, smirking.

“You were just ragging on me for being late!”

“Yeah, but it would’ve been alright if it was because you and Y/N were having a quickie.” Adam pointed out.

“Enough! No more talking about me and quickies at the dinner table!” You speak up, looking pointedly at Elyse.

“Er - are you all ready to order?” The waiter asked, clearing his throat. You turn even more red than you were moments ago and hide your face in your hands, letting Spoole order your drink for you. Everyone begins to laugh as the waiter walks away, walking pretty quickly.

“I’m never living this down, am I?” You groan, face still in your hands.

“Nope.” James said happily. “Never.”

“Oh, come on guys, let it go.” Bruce says.

“Thank you, Bruce.” You smile weakly over at him, reaching out to pick up your drink.

“She wore a shirt skirt on purpose. If she can’t handle what we’re dishing out…” Elyse trailed off, winking at you as you sighed into your drink.

“I hate every single one of you. Except for Bruce. Bruce is my new best friend.” You declared.

“What?” Spoole asks, playing along.

“Ooh, man, hell yeah! I’ve got the hottest best friend ever!” Bruce cheers. You shoot him a pointed look.

“Nevermind. Sean’s my best friend again.” You huff and roll your eyes,sipping at your drink finally.

“Yay!” Spoole chuckles, leaning over to kiss your cheek.

“Ew, gross.” Joel complains, covering his eyes. “There are children around you two.”

“I swear to God,” You say to Spoole, “We have the worst friends ever.”

“Aw, don’t be like that guys.” James whines playfully.

“You know you love us.” Adam pipes up.

“I’m not so sure about that.” Spoole says, chuckling at the ‘done’ look in your eyes.

“Pardon me?” The waiter approaches the table. “Are you all ready to order or should I...give you a quick minute?”

“Hey, you're right on time.” Lawrence greets you at the door. “Pizza just got here a minute ago.”

“Well, damn. I was hoping to get the pizza and run.” You joke, following him into his living room.

“Sorry, you’re now obligated to stay in my house for at least one movie length.” He replies. You drop your stuff at the end of the couch before settling onto the middle of it. Lawrence had set the pizza on the coffee table and he brought the two of you drinks before settling next to you.

“As long it’s a good movie this time, I guess I’ll survive.” You sigh.  Lawrence shrugged you jokingly, laughing.

“Area 51 is a good movie!” He protested, before seemingly giving up. “What movies did you bring?”

“I thought we’d either watch most of the Paranormal Activity movies, I have The Conjuring, or the Woman in Black. They’re all in my bag.” You list, ticking them off on your fingers.

“Aren’t there like, a million Paranormal Activity movies?” Lawrence asked. rummaging through your bag for the other two movies.

“There’s maybe 7.” You answer confidently. “I think.”

“Which one’s worse?” Lawrence held up the two movies.

“Worse as in not good? Or worse as in scary?” You check and Lawrence just gives you a look. “We can start with The Conjuring.”

***

“Y/N! What was that?” Lawrence all but shrieked, gripping the blanket covering the two of you, ready to hide behind it.

“Nothing, promise.” You say, trying not to chuckle.

“Don’t make fun of me.” He whines

“I’m not.” You reassure him.

“You are - AGH!” Lawrence cuts himself off, hiding his face between the couch and your shoulder. “This sucks.”

“There, there.” You reach back and pat his head.

*** “Oh, god, is it really 4am?” You ask, squinting at the clock on the cable box.

“No, it’s 4:20.” Lawrence answers. “Hey - are you okay? Do you need to stay over?” You were struggling to keep your eyes open and honestly, you had slept through almost half of the last movie.

“That would be pretty great actually.” You answer, smiling over at him blearily.

“My room’s just down the hall, you can have the bed.” Lawrence offers.

“No way. Guest takes couch. You go to bed.” You try and shoo him off the couch but he catches your hands.

“Why don’t you just join me?” Lawrence offers again. “The bed’s big enough.”

“You’re just afraid to sleep alone, huh?” You grin.

“No.” He pouts.

“You are.”

“Okay, I am.” He relents. “But I am super serious about you joining me.”

“Just keep your hands to yourself mister.” You waggle your finger at him as you stand. You stumble, tripping over your own feet and Lawrence catches you before you fall completely.

“What was that about keeping my hands to myself?” Lawrence smirks.

“Shut your face.” You stick your tongue out at him. “Are you coming to bed or not?”