@thecharmedburrowspn-files (another, because she loves drunk!Morgan): A Rebekoline prompt! In which Rebekah loathes superstar Caroline Forbes, but can’t resist a job offer as a stunt double. Maybe she isn’t so bad after all?
Thanks for the prompt!
She knew it when she fell from the rock face, she was in the wrong position. Landing against the mats, a screaming pain in her shoulder caused Rebekah to choke on her own screams. Instead, she grunted into the blue plush.
“Rebekah!” a familiar voice called, the sound of stilettos on pavement running toward her. “Don’t just stand there, get the paramedic!”
Caroline fucking Forbes fell on her knees, gently tending to Rebekah’s injury; it just made the younger girl hate her more. Super famous and kind to boot, she was the sunny Southern belle that the world adored. Rebekah had never understood the draw, so much happiness just irked.
But with the shaking hands that tried to soothe her own hurt, maybe she could see what the world did - if only for a moment. “You’re going to be fine,” Caroline promised, her hands stroking back Rebekah’s hair. “And the paramedic is super cute, if it helps.”
Pulling her head into her lap, Caroline tried to continue her comforting. “I’ll make sure to have plenty of your favorite booze at craft services, it’s that Grey Goose cocktail, right?”
Rebekah nudged her head against the smooth legs, trying not to notice how nice it felt to be cared for so ardently. “Yeah,” she whispered. “Do you have to be so irritatingly nice?”
“Yes,” Caroline answered right away, only making Rebekah like her more. “Get used to it.”
Rebekah worried she could.