#nick jakoby x reader

[chubbyreaderwriter]

A Friendly Face

Nick Jakoby x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Imagine: Ward’s throwing a party but you’re unsure about coming… until Nick says he’s going that is.

Word count : 2.7k

Warnings: None

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“Hey Nick!” You exclaimed, a smile growing on your face at the sight of the Orc’s presence. You worked in the armoury so you kept a record of which officers logged out which weapons and made sure inventory was always correct at the beginning and end of your shift. Since you were never outside the precinct, you weren’t obliged to wear an official police uniform, instead you were instructed to stick to business casual clothes. Today you had adorned your black jeans with an emerald green silk blouse that had the top three buttons left undone exposing the top of your chest to anyone who looked.

Nick gave you a beaming smile in return and you couldn’t help but notice the way his ears wiggled at the tips as he did so. “Hello, Miss (Y/L/ N).” You rolled your eyes at his formalness, “How many times do I have to tell you to call me (Y/N)? Now what can I do for you?” Nick pointed to the large sack he had resting over his shoulder, taking it off to gently place it on top of the counter, “I just need these logging back in please, (Y/N)” he gave you a pointed look as he said your name like you requested and you grinned enjoying the sound of your name coming from Nick.

You couldn’t help but crush on the Orc since you’d first met him, he was unlike any other guy you’d ever met before and it intrigued you. He was easily the sweetest guy in the entire precinct and after a long shift of rude entitled uniformed officers, talking to Nick was a refreshing encounter. You had never understood the prejudice against Orcs, how could someone hold a grudge over something that happened to their ancestors over two thousand years ago. It was just ridiculous. You were one of the few that wished everyone could just live in harmony.

With a small smile, you took the heavy sack and hauled it into the back, shouting through the metal gate to Nick as you started unloading the various guns and protective plates in the bag, “So Nick, got any plans tonight?” Ward was supposedly hosting a party tonight to celebrate avoiding death and whatnot but you knew it was his excuse to get as drunk as possible with the least amount of judgement. You’d received an invitation, everyone in the precinct had in fact apart from a select few but you’d been hesitant to agree to attend. You weren’t all that close to Ward, only having a few little chats here and there when he was the one to pick up the guns. Your closest friend who was invited was Terry who worked in the armoury with you but he was working tonight and therefore wouldn’t be attending.

Your decision tonight was solely based on Nick’s answer here. If he was going, you had an excuse to look your best. If he wasn’t, well what was one more night lounging in the living room watching television and ordering takeout. Nick folded his arms over his chest, “Ward’s having a get together I guess, he wants me to go but I’m not sure if it’s my kind of scene.”

You quickly set the rest of the items in place and walked back out front, leaning over the desk, resting on your forearms placing them close together, resulting in you pushing your breasts together and making your cleavage much more prominent. “Oh! You should come, I’m going and it would be nice to have a dance partner.” You flashed him a winning smile. Nick’s eyes darted all around as he tried his hardest not to stare at the exposed skin of your cleavage, “W-well perhaps I could come for a little bit, it’s not like I have anything else to do tonight.” “Great! I’ll see you there then.”

Nick looked down to hide his blush at your obvious excitement at him agreeing to come to the party. He told himself, ‘she’s just being friendly, don’t get your hopes up’. He raised his hand up as a wave goodbye and left the room, heading back to the corridor outside where Ward had been leaning against waiting for him to return so they could hand in their end of shift report. Daryl let out a sigh of relief at the sight of his partner, “Dude finally! What took you so long man?” Ward raised an eyebrow at Nick’s flustered face before smirking, “Oh I get it, you were flirting with (Y/L/N) again huh? You know she’s coming to the party tonight”

“I-I was not flirting! (Y/N) and I were merely conversing about whether or not I was coming to said party tonight.” Ward laughed, “Oh so you guys are on a first name basis now? What happened to ‘Miss (Y/L/N)’ huh?” Ward chuckled to himself as Nick only got more flustered and tried to splutter out excuses only for Ward to shut him down, “Listen I only have the patience to say this once, she likes you man so ‘Orc up’ or whatever and ask her out at the party.” Nick didn’t respond but he thought a lot about what Ward just said on his ride home. Was it possible? Could you really like him? I mean, he had always thought your conversations had a bit of a flirty and personal tone to them but he assumed you were just being friendly. He was just grateful to meet someone who didn’t immediately hate his guts based on his appearance that he didn’t want to ruin it by looking for a deeper meaning behind everything. But lately he had to admit to himself that you’d been appearing in his thoughts more than colleagues should think about each other.

_____

You huffed as you stood in front of your full length mirror in what felt like your twentieth outfit of the night. Your hands smoothed over the harsh fabric of the denim jacket before your face twisted into a scowl and you ripped your arms out of it and threw it on your bed, along with all the other clothes you’d tried on, checked yourself out in and then decided it wasn’t flattering.

Full of nerves, you chewed on your fingernail as you stared at your open closet as if the perfect outfit was going to fling itself at you and shout ‘wear me! wear me!’ You groaned and ran a hand over your face, contemplating on cancelling the whole night ahead. It had been an hour after you’d originally come out of the shower and now you were starting to feel hot from trying on all these clothes. In your eyes nothing was looking good on you and it was making you feel worse. But no. You’d already told Nick you were gonna be there, you couldn’t cancel on him like that. Really, you were just as much looking forward to seeing him dressed in something other than a police uniform.

With a deep sigh, you dug back into your closet and pulled out a pair of high waisted dark blue jeans that hugged your ass but weren’t uncomfortably tight and flared ever so slightly at the hem to give you that extra curvy silhouette. You picked out a black corset top that pushed the girls up very nicely and sucked your waist in to appear more hourglass. You made quick work of your hair and makeup as you were beginning to run out of time. You would have put more effort into it but you’d decided to spend the first hour of getting dressed picking the wrong clothes to wear and then decided on a similar combination as you would usually choose. You placed your shoes on just as your phone buzzed to let you know that your taxi had pulled up outside. Great timing.

You had to get out a couple houses down due to the street being blocked off by many cars, of which you assumed belonged to the partygoers of tonight. The music was loud to say the least, or to put it in better terms you were glad you weren’t Ward’s neighbour. You walked the short distance down the path and saw a few of the other women attending also in jeans and you immediately felt a lot better in your outfit choice. You tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as you walked past the crowded yard to get inside the house to greet the host. If there was one thing your parents taught you well, it was manners. The living room was the most crowded by far, ‘Jesus’ you thought to yourself, ‘Who knew Ward had this many friends?’ You squeezed yourself through a gap just say big enough to let you pass to enter through into the kitchen. Ward, his wife, and a few others were stood with drinks in hand, seemingly deep in conversation.

You stood straight and walked over, “Hey Ward, Sherri you look amazing, I didn’t realise it was this big of a party!” It felt awkward to shout everything over the music but they seemed to hear you fine. Sherri gave you a big smile and Ward nodded, “Glad you came, your boy isn’t here yet though so here, take a drink.” Ward handed you a plastic cup with a blue liquid inside, from the smell it was surely strong enough to calm your nerves. You felt your cheeks flush at the realisation that Ward knew about your crush on Nick or vice versa but perhaps you weren’t as discreet as you had thought. As if sensing your sudden discomfort, Sherri took your arm, “Come on, let’s dance, I love this song.” Before you could protest, your left arm was pulled forward into the crowd. You recognised a few faces and got a surprisingly large amount of ‘hi!’s, smiles, even a few hugs. It was amazing how friendly people got when they were tipsy though you doubt they’d remember that small detail of the night in the morning.

Sherri had only stuck around for a few minutes before disappearing to go back to her husband’s side not that you could blame her. You glanced around but Nick was still yet to be found. You weren’t allowed to be disappointed for long before another drink was shoved into your empty hand, this time it was pink and tasted a bit sweeter. Another twenty minutes had gone by and already the air inside was far too hot for your liking. You hunched down and began the difficult journey back out onto the front yard. You finally managed to get outside and leaned against the brick wall, sighing in relief as the cool breeze washed over your skin. Your eyes were closed so it was no surprise that you jumped from the feeling of a hand on your shoulder.

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to startle you, was just making sure you were okay” you stared back into Nick’s golden eyes. They looked even more beautiful up close. Your eyes darted over his markings, trying to trace the outline across his cheeks and forehead. You took in his outfit too, his navy blue hooded jacket and white t-shirt was a little baggy and yet it made him look even broader. Nick’s physique had always struck you as impressive and your mind wandered as you thought about what it would look like underneath the clothes. “(Y/N)?” You realised you hadn’t said anything yet, “Oh! Ye-yeah I’m fine, it was just a bit hot in there I needed some fresh air.” Your eyes lowered to the drink in his hand, “How long have you been here, I didn’t see you in there?” Nick followed your eyes to his bottle of beer, “About twenty minutes, I was going to look for you but all the scents, it was a bit much.” That was partially true, all the smells mixing together was more than a bit harsh on Nick’s sensitive Orc nose but it was also that he was incredibly nervous about seeing you. Ward telling him that you liked him had him drowning in self doubt all evening, to the point he was tempted to turn around and go home as soon as he arrived if it hadn’t been for Ward calling him to let him know that you had arrived and was looking for him. He wasn’t going to tell you that though.

Your finger circled the rim of the plastic cup in your hand as your body turned to the side to face Nick, biting your lip as you tried to think of something to say. You glanced up and saw Nick looking you up and down, an unreadable expression painted on his face. A wave of embarrassment flooded you and your arms couldn’t wrap around your waist quick enough, “Why are you looking at me like that?” You said with a light laugh, trying to disguise your insecurity, assuming Nick was judging you.

“Sorry! You just look really pretty tonight. Not that you don’t look pretty any other time, cause you don’t- I mean you do! I-I mean…” You couldn’t help but laugh at Nick fumbling over his words. You felt a lot better knowing you weren’t the only nervous one. Feeling a little brave from what little alcohol you had consumed, you pressed a finger against his lips to shut him up, “So you think I’m pretty?” You bit your lip and the way his cheeks turned a darker blue was merely delicious. Nick visibly swallowed, “I think you’re beautiful, and-and really nice too, like super nice, you’re probably the nicest woman I’ve ever met and I’ve met a lot of women. Not like that, it’s just with this job you meet a lot of people and not all of them are nice, especially humans, but you, you’ve always been nice to me.”

You couldn’t help the smile on your face, you felt a lot more at ease listening to Nick blabber on like he would always do during your little chats. It was so endearing, you loved it. Nick wore his heart on his sleeve and you thought it was positively adorable. When he noticed you hadn’t said anything once again, you were just smiling at him, he continued, “I don’t really know how to do this.”

“Do what?” You took a small step closer to him and his head dipped in shyness for a moment before raising it once again.

“Tell someone I like them.” Your cheeks were going to hurt soon with all the smiling you were doing. You giggled, “Me either, but we seem to be doing good so far.” At the mention of the word ‘we’ Nick’s eyes widened, “Really?” “Really.” Your attention was brought to his ears as they wiggled at the tips. Without thinking your hand reached up and you brushed your fingertips over his right ear. Your breath caught in your throat as Nick’s hand wrapped around your wrist, his grip gentle but firm. “Sorry, it’s just really cute when they do that.” Nick surprised you by bursting out in a laugh. At your confused expression, he explained, “That’s the first time I’ve ever been called cute.” You didn’t realise Nick was still holding onto your wrist until a pounding at the window next to you jerked you away from each other to see an inebriated Ward knocking on his living room window, his words of “Get a room!” barely audible over the music blaring out the open door. You rolled your eyes and Nick cleared his throat, “I don’t suppose you’d want to go grab a coffee sometime?”

“Why wait? I think I’ve had enough of this party to be honest.” Nick straightened up in surprise and his smile, oh his smile was just heart warming. He held his arm out for you and you happily took it, allowing him to lead you to his car at the end of the street. One of the good things about LA was that there was always somewhere open to get a coffee. As Nick’s hand rested on your thigh during the drive, you thought, perhaps you should go to parties more often.

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[skylarmoon71]

Nick Jakoby (Bright):Oneshot- Extra

It’s a pretty regular Saturday night. After your recovery, Ward decided to throw a little get together at his house. You were a bit flattered. Another part of you knows he just really wanted an excuse to have a party and get drunk.

Laughter and music filled the walls of his home as he told crazy stories. His wife by his side shaking her head with a smile. You grabbed a drink, chatting with a few officers until your eyes caught a certain orc. He was at the side just taking it all in. You know in these types of situations he felt a bit out of place. Excusing yourself, you grab another drink, heading over to him. Easing through the bodies, you smile when he makes eye contact. He gives a little awkward wave, and you lean on the wall next to him. Offering the drink. He takes it happily.

“T-Thank you.”

“It’s the least I can do for the guy that saved my life.” He looks down at his feet bashfully.

“It’s not that big a deal.”

“Are you kidding me, you went straight hulk on the guy. It was awesome!” He finally smiles, and it makes you happy. You take another swig at your beer, enjoying the happy faces around the room. Most days didn’t end so great. More often or not you were left mourning a friend, or family. So any opportunity to celebrate was a gift. A slower song comes on, and you can see Sherri pulling Ward to the center of the dance floor. The space clears, and a few officers get involved, slow dancing with their partners.

Your gaze drifts to Nick. He looks a bit more tense. He sends you a look before clearing his throat and placing down his drink. You raise a brow, putting down your own drink.

“Do you want to-I mean it’s not like I want to- I just thought you would want to..”

It’s kind of cute how tongue tied he’s become.

“You wanna dance with me?” You question.

“Not if you don’t want to!” He insists.

“I’d like to.” You say softly. You hold your hand out for him.

“Really!”

“Really.” You confirm.

“O-Okay.”

He takes your hand, leading you to the middle. Your eyes track his frame. Nick is pretty buff, even for an officer. The job sort of demanded a certain stature, but lately you feel like you’re getting to know a lot about him. Possibly because before now, you never gave him much of a second thought. He’s holding you as he moves with the music, and you can’t help but laugh internally at the distance.

“Nick, we aren’t in high school, you can hold me.” 

You move in, adjusting his arms. He fumbles for a second, and now you’re both a lot closer. You can see how nervous he is, and he glances around.

“People are staring.” He mumbles. Your hand around his neck doesn’t loosen.

“You know it’s rude not to look at your partner when you’re dancing.” He straightens.

“S-Sorry.” 

Now he’s completely focused. Sometimes it’s like he’s a teenager.

You take this rare opportunity to admire him. The many color patterns of his skin. His warm hands are placed comfortably on your waist. Those golden hues that feel almost magical. There’s so many differences that you never truly appreciated. You were so fixated on rising as an officer that you forgot Nick was going through exactly the same trials as you. Except he wasn’t afforded the luxury of voicing his annoyances.

“Nick, I really should have said this sooner. I’m so sorry. For the way I talked to you, treated you.”

He brushes it off.

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not. Nothing about it is fine.” 

Nick looks at you fully this time, and he can see the regret you show. He sighs, and you become a bit flushed when his palm moves to your cheek.

“Thank you.” 

You aren’t sure what it is exactly he’s thanking you for, but you just nod, a bit distracted. Nick’s eyes flicker to your lips, and for a fleeting moment you think maybe he wants to lean in. Somehow you find your body moving closer. You open your mouth to speak, but the song changes to a loud booming tune. Your little moment vanishes. Nick gathers himself, coughing as he releases you all together.

“I-I’m gonna get another drink. “

“Uhuh..”

You don’t fully take in his words. Your body turns with his, and you touch your cheek. You can still feel his warmth. A heat you never knew you needed.

~~

Things come to a close around two. Ward’s words of apparently he’s not as young as he used to be. You bid goodbye to some of your colleagues, and Nick comes back.

“Do you want a ride back?” You nod as you point to James who is passed out on the couch.

“My ride is currently occupied.” Nick laughs softly, as he guides you outside. You both get in, and the ride is fairly quiet, but surprisingly comfortable. Your house isn’t too far away. When he pulls up, you thank him, unbuckling your seatbelt. You open the door, and when Nick sees you sway lightly, he practically runs out the car.

“Whoo! I think those drinks finally caught up to me.” 

He helps support you, asking for the key to help you get inside. You hand it over, and he opens the door, guiding you inside. You slip off your shoes, and stand up straight. When it looks like you won’t tumble, Nick removes his grip.

“I’m just a bit tipsy, that’s all. “

“Well have a good night officer (L/N).” Nick moves to leave, but you press your back to the door, blocking his way. It closes, and Nick does that cute little shuffle.

“D-Do you need something?” He asks.

“I want that kiss you were going to give me back at the party.”

His expression says it’s all. A mix of terror and surprise.

“I-I would never try to kiss you! N-Not that you’re aren't attractive or anything because you are! You really are. It's not like I think about that b-because that would be very inappropriate. “ He’s running himself in circles.

“Please..Nick..”

There was no warning at all. Nothing that told you that this would be your position. Standing here, asking Nick Jakoby for a kiss. His flustered babbles stop, and he internalizes the yearning expressed on your face. He’s convinced that this is all a fantasy, a delusion from too much alcohol consumption.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” you frown.

“Nick, I promise you I’m not drunk.”

“That’s not the biggest issue.” 

He steps closer, placing his hand against the door. His entire demeanor has changed. You let out a shallow breath, because he’s so much closer, you can smell his cologne. You have no idea what it is, but it smells amazing. Those golden orbs are almost shining.

“Nick you-”

He leans in all the way, and you let out a soft gasp. The kiss is so sudden. His big hand moves to your neck, fingers brushing your throat. You shiver as he travels down. His touches now don’t hold even a hint of innocence as they previously did during the dance. It slides over your hips, and up under your shirt. 

The skin contact makes you release a little moan as you arch into him. Nick lets out something akin to a growl, which urges another moan from you. You try your best to pull him as close as possible. Every kiss is like another shock that runs all through your body. Nick only parts to gather a breath. You’re breathing much heavier than he is, and you whimper when he begins leaving kisses along your neck.

“D-Do you want to come upstairs..” you sigh out.

“I..can’t..” 

He forces out. You can tell from his voice that it’s taken everything in him to deny your offer. You grin, and he moves back.

“I should..get going..” 

He still has you close, and you can tell that he wants to kiss you again.

“Just ten more minutes.”

He doesn't have a chance to refuse. You pounce on him, smiling.

Nick has very little complaints.

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[octaviuslave]

Orcs and Demons

I saw bright for the first time 2 days ago and now I’m obsessed with Jakoby <3

9:00pm

The typing on my computer became more and more irritating, my leg bounced impatiently as my report felt like it was becoming longer and longer even though it was just an assault case at a gas station, some guy coked up on fairy dust, thankfully only left scratches, being an EMT is stressful enough.

Busting through my office, one of my EMT’s abruptly commands “We gotta go now! Domestic attack” I dropped my pen and laced up my belt swiftly. As the ambulance was packed me hoped in and sped off, “hey, you got a hair tie?” I asked slightly turning my head from the wheel.

“Yeah, here” she handed me the tie “What happened at the scene?” I hope it’s nothing serious, I don’t know If I could handle it right now, with my bills starting to pile up, finishing school and needing to get rid of the stack of paper work on my desk, It feels like the bones at the arch of my back are melting.

“Schizophrenic elf forgot to take his pills and lashed out on his fiancé, the responder said she’s hiding in a closet somewhere in the house, they also said she has some cuts, deep bruising and swelling to the face and head, maybe concussing injuries” she explained.

Quickly making a right turn and reaching for my intercom “Are the cops at the crime scene yet?” there was scratchy response “No, you should meet there at the same time” I uttered a thank you and pointed to the back of the ambulance “Get the bag ready for head trauma”.

When we arrived, a cop car pulled up quickly and two tall men stepped out, a tall black man and a slightly shorter Orc, wait... Orc? How the fuck did they let an Orc into the police force!? Shut up and focus! There’s a hurt woman inside, just let the police escort us inside to help so we can all go home.

I jump out the back with the small medical bag, “You!” I pointed to the black man, quickly catching his attention “You come with me to the front, Orc you take back” they stopped in their tracks with a questioning look ‘Your telling us what to do?” the human guy asked. I was already half way up the walk way,

“do you two want to sit here crying with your thumbs up your asses all night or do you want to save this girl?” The human looks at the Orc and he just shrugs and runs to the back, pistol and flashlight drawn.

I quickly read the officer’s name tag, Ward, I followed behind him to the door. His fist pounded the door in urgency, even though it was a loud knock, it was pitch black and dead silent on the inside.

“Maybe it was a false call?” Ward says, “Or maybe he’s keeping her quiet? Or maybe he already got her and he’s gone? Or-” “alright alright- I get it” He quickly draws his gun, and tried the knob. Nothing. “Step back sweetheart” I snarled my teeth at his pet name and my stomach soured.

He speaks into his intercom “Hey Jakoby, no one’s answering the door, I’m persisting” “10-4, coming through back”, he kicks the door in, small pieces of wood falling as the door flies open. He looks back at me “Stay in arms reach” I quickly nod and we enter the dark house.

As we walk I flip the light switches on....

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[whiskehorange]

Idk if your requests are still open but Spencer reid, Venom, nick Jacoby and yaujta with a selkie reader? If this doesnt comply with a rule (I got a dumb dumb brain sometimes) and/or I missed the window no hard feelings! Tysm!!!

For those of you who are new I don't write for Reid or venom anymore! Just a heads up

Nick

I mean, you're still beautiful and Nick couldn't really care less. Look at him! You're eye candy while he thinks he's an eyesore

He does ask you a lot of questions about Selkie people in generally, you're the first one he's ever met and he's extremely interested in your culture, people, foods, where you come from and all that good stuff

You can tell he's especially fond of your storytelling and explanations by the way his ears twitch intently as he listens. Nick is infatuated with you and it willing to learn and take note of anything you tell him from that point on

Gives Ward a whole day of "Selkie facts" that he's learned from you with no hesitation. Will doesn't believe him at first but Nick have proof that he proudly shows!

Keeps two lovely pictures of you in his wallet, one of you human standing next to him and another in your seal form. Totally gawks over your pup pictures as well while the two of you go through baby/family photos

Yautja

You're relatively smaller, well, increasingly smaller than the Yautja breed in general, so you're lucky that you've mated into the breed or else you'd be considered lunch

Your Yautja is very protective and serves as your second set of eyes really. Especially when you take your swims and exercise your fins regularly, you can't be having unknowing Yautja come and snatch you up for dinner

Absolutely adores you large, dark, doe eyes with a passion. Especially when you beg them to watch over you at the riverside despite their plans. Ugh, how could they ever say no?

Fishing buddies! The two of you need to eat and munch you will. Both of you tearing into anything you can get your slippery little fins on to grub. Yautja aren't particularly good in water so you'll be on some assistance to teaching and providing!

Be ready for active roughhousing and swimming though, your Yautja doesn't mind getting wet in the slightest, especially in your case. You'd be amazed how fast they can swim, however they aren't very quiet or agile in the water... so maybe when it comes to fishing they should leave it to you

#nick jakoby x reader #bright netflix #yautja x reader #predator x reader

[cherryplasmids]

───exophilia/monsters masterlist;

for each character, posts are from newest to oldest [2019]

♦ total posts: 2

♦ total word count: 2,605+

♦ key: ☄= new, ★ = favorite, ⊝ = smut

【 Orcs 】

opportunities ⊝ nick jakoby from bright; requested ── nick finds an opportunity he simply can’t refuse and he won’t let his shyness or crush on you stop him.

many to comenick jakoby from bright; requested (3) ── nick experiences the best morning of his life and happily learns he’s not only great at sex but is wanted as your boyfriend

#monster boyfriend #orc boyfriend #elf boyfriend #tiefling boyfriend #monsters #orc x human #orc x reader #bright x reader #nick jakoby x reader

[pinkykitten]

bright masterlist

✰menu✰ cakes: one-shot macaroons: blurb/drabble or imagine with less than 1,000 cupcakes: headcanons baguette: preferences pies: chapter or series

✰ — cakes:

“disney gal” | nick jakoby x fem! reader

“together” | kandomere x fem! reader

“you and your family” | kandomere x fem! reader

“deal?” | kandomere x elf! fem reader

“madly, deeply, truly, passionately in love” | kandomere x half elf half human! fem reader 

✰ — macaroons:

“take a picture of that” | nick jakoby x fem! reader

“overbearing” | kandomere x fem! reader

“trying to cook” | kandomere x fem! reader

“breakfast in bed” | kandomere x fem! reader

✰ — cupcakes:

“you and kandomere cuddling would include” | kandomere x fem! reader

“how they act when you are cleaning” | daryl ward, nick jakoby, kandomere x fem! reader 

#bright masterlist #bright #bright fanfic #bright x reader #bright oc #nick jakoby x reader #kandomere x reader #daryl ward x reader

[iguana-eyanna]

Whatever it takes

Pairing: Nick Jakoby x pregnant reader, Daryl Ward

Summary: You, Nick, and Daryl are in a middle of a crossfire. It is all up to Nick to save you while delivering your baby.

WARNING: Very graphic birth (also I am not educated on any medical crisis whatsoever), abduction, and minor violence

Being married the world's first Orc police officer had its ups and downs. One of the downs was being abducted by a magic society while being heavily pregnant. Word got around about Nick being revived after the whole wand fiasco, so they thought capturing you would fulfill some sort of prophecy after delivering your baby.

Nick has been worried sick about you missing. Luckily, Ward found a lead about the magic society's whereabouts and they pinned your location. They were the first to scope within the building, trying to find any locked doors that had you.

Ward found a door that was heavily locked and shot off the chains that were guarding it. Nick used his strength to take out the rest of the restrictions and immediately opens the door, seeing you breathing heavily while sitting on the edge of an old bed.

You shot up your gaze to your husband as he bent to your figure, searching for any injuries. "My love," he says emotionally. You hold his face as you smile with relief but soon corrupted by a harsh kick from your baby.

Daryl bends down to you too, watching his wristwatch frantically. "How long?" he asks. You bit your lips as the contraction goes away. "About seven minutes I think?" you said, catching your breath. "What do you mean, Ward?" Nick asks frantically. "I have a kid, remember? She's in labor, Nick. We need to head out now!" he screams out.

Nick helps you up and carries you in his arms as Ward leads the way to the nearest exit. Suddenly, you hear a swarm of people yelling to search you around your surroundings. You start whimpering in Nick's shoulder as the contractions start to worsen. Ward goes down the hallway and finds an abandoned armory with a protective gate attached.

All of you quietly enter the room as Nick lowers you to stand so they can get back up as all of you are completely surrounded. Jakoby and Ward were fighting whether to fight or leave. “Nick…” you groaned quietly, as a gush of fluids travels down to the floor. “J…” you said with little force as you bend forward, knees apart as you try to hold the nearest shelf with your free hand. Nick looks up to you and catches you in time. “I don’t think I could make it to that hospital now.” You groaned more as your free hand grasps your lower abdomen.

He shakes his head in fear “Love, you can still make it there. They have the best medicine for you to not be in pain, the best working doctors there, don’t forget a bed -“ he gets cut off by your screams as the contractions take over. Ward kneels toward both of you. “Nick, she can’t go anywhere now. If you leave, they will kill her without hesitation.” He says in a stern tone as Jakoby could hear you, trying to control your whimpers.

Ward gets up and puts the extra gun from Nick's holster and places it in his hand. “What are you doing, Ward?” Jakoby asks him as he stares away from the fearful couple. “Saving your family… now go to yours.” Ward says as he races out and barricades the door. Jakoby tries to break through, but the barrier was too thick to pull apart. Ward jabs his finger to where he sees Jakoby “Take care of her J.” he screams and runs away, creating a distraction to take the mob away from them.

His head jerks up as he hears your scream, realizing your stages of labor are progressing. Jakoby kneels down and feels your abdomen, feeling as hard as a rock, noticing how the belly dropped further down. “My love, I need you to sit up a bit so I could see the baby.” You bite your lip as you lean on a container as Jakoby rolls down the drenched undergarment and throws it to god knows where.

He carefully spreads your legs wide as his eyes brighten up. “Our baby is about to meet us, angel. You can start pushing now.” You felt so happy, truly, but the pain erupted the moment and you start to wail till you came out of breath. “One good push till we see the forehead, okay?” he assures her. You nod as your chin lays on your chest, concentrating to push farther down. You take a short breath and push again, huffing and puffing.

It took 20 pushes till you reached the forehead, as the baby is bigger than any human or elf babe. Suddenly, you wailed louder than before as you felt a burning sensation. Jacob rolls up his sleeves as his hands cradle their baby’s head. “They’re almost here my love!” he smiles brightly. You always loved his fangs.

Suddenly, you remembered the time when he chose to trim his teeth just so he didn’t want anyone to feel intimidated at the academy. You, personally, thought that he was forced to do such an act, but he insisted on doing it. “I need to darling. There’s nothing really that I can explain more. What if one day we have a baby and they scratch their hand as they try to grab my fangs?” You melted at his words, so you didn’t want to question any of his choices.

Oh, how you could laugh at the memory, but that sweet flashback ended as you felt the head forcing its way outward. Within 10 minutes, the head gushed out and Nick checked if the cord was wrapped. “You are doing so good! Push when you can, love! They’re eager to meet us!” Your head dropped backward as you just wanted for the agonizing pain to be over. “I can’t, J.” You sobbed as you tried your best to push again.

He knew, deep down, that you didn’t have the strength to push out your babe. Orc women had wider hips, making their delivery 10 times better for the shoulders of the babe were wide and their skins much thicker than leather. But you were half-human and half-elf, meaning that your body was too slim and unable to support such force.

He mustered the courage to do whatever it takes for both of you to have your baby in your arms. “My love… do you trust me?” he asked worriedly. You looked straight into his clear eyes, almost the color of the sea. “Of course I do, J. Whatever it takes, remember?” Prior to the birth, you both discussed that if things go south, Nick had the power to choose to save the baby at ALL COST.

He travels to sit behind you as you leaned into his chest. With his legs around yours bending upwards, both of his massive arms wrap around the top of your belly and prepare you for the worst. “Are you sure?” he whispered in your year as you could feel his tears spilling on your neck. Your hand grabbed his forearm. You give him a weak nod as you hazily kiss his jaw.

As you braced yourself, he grabbed your torso tightly and started to push downwards to force the baby out. You released a blood-curdling scream. It broke his heart so much, hearing you being tormented by your own body. You did, however, feel progress as the baby started to slide farther down the birth canal.

The shoulders were such a nightmare as fluids and blood were pooling beneath you. But you both had one goal in mind, to deliver this baby safely into your arms. It felt like an eternity, but you could distantly hear Nick saying sweet affirmations in Orc. You released your arms from Nick and held the baby in your arms, giving one last push.

The baby wails in your arms as he finally is out. Yes, a boy… and you cried too as you placed your little boy on your damp chest. Jakoby is speechless, and the only noises in the room were both of your son’s wailings and your muffled cries. Nick gets up and takes off his police shirt and gets a pocket knife to cut the cord. After he cuts it, he takes the baby in your arms and wraps your boy in Nick’s uniform.

You stare up in adoration as the two important people in your life lower to meet at your level. Nick gives you the sweetest kiss on your lips, even if your lips were dry and bruised. You both look down at the squirming babe in his arms. “We have a son, Nick…” you whispered softly. Nick cradles the top of your baby’s head as you snuggle closer to him. “Lauren…” he whispered, “Lauren Jakoby.” he said louder with pride. You smile at your son’s name. “It’s perfect, he’s perfect.”

A while later, Ward comes with the police department as they free you guys from the safe room. Ward smirks at your tired figures on the floor. “Clearly you all thought it was safe to deliver your kid without me.” He chuckled out loud.

The medics carry you out to the ambulance, with your husband and son in tow. You hold your son again in your arms as you settle in the ambulance. Glancing up, you see Nick asking Ward to be the godfather. Nick is in tears and Ward feels too embarrassed to react to such an emotional orc that he just hugged Jakoby to calm him down, muttering yes. You give a heartfelt laugh as you look down at your son, peacefully sleeping in your arms.

Nick comes up to the stretcher you’re on and kisses your temple. No words could be distributed to either of you, but you share such a powerful gaze that you both knew what you were feeling inside, a sense that everything had fallen into place - a family that was finally together.

#bright netflix #nick jakoby #nick jakoby x reader #nick jakoby x pregnant reader

[skylarmoon71]

Nick Jakoby (Bright)- Oneshot

“Don’t you idiots have anything better to do.”

You grumble as you buzz past. Pollard and his stupid crew messing with Jakoby was nothing new. Pollard parts with a dumb grin.

“Got a thing for the pig over here.”

His pals snicker, and they walk off. Nick straightens, turning to you.

“T-Thanks.”

You frown, shoving your way through.

“Don’t get the wrong idea, I could care less what happens with you. I’m not here to babysit.”

Adjusting the bag, you make your way to the lockers. Nick’s head lowers as he makes his way to his respective area. You barely give him a second glance.

So what if they picked on him. When you first got here you had to fight so hard just to be taken seriously. You broke your back to gain respect. If Nick was expecting any less then he was mistaken.

The day carries on, and you have to say you were getting pretty tired of Pollard’s antics. But you don’t exactly say anything. Your eyes follow Nick. You’re a bit impressed. Through every obstacle that has been thrown his way, he just pushes through.

He doesn’t retaliate, even though you’re positive he can. Orcs are strong. He could have easily pummeled them, just for the hell of it. It kind of hurts to watch. Because when you look at him you see yourself. Back when you started.

At some point in the day, there’s a bit of commotion. Your partner grabs his stuff.

“We gotta go, there’s an attack on main street. Some asshole went berserk. We need to back up Ward.” You don’t need much more than that. You follow him out, jumping into the car. He flicks on the lights as he takes off. He’s speeding down the street, and you adjust your vest.

“How many casualties?”

“Five recorded so far.” There’s so much noise on the radio, you can’t really sift through it.

“Where’s that backup!!” You do make out Ward’s irritated voice, followed by some shots. The car turns a corner sharply. Your eyes widen at the car that’s on fire.

“James, wait there’s a-” Your partner looks over at you briefly, and you scream.

“Watch out!!”

Another flaming car is flipped over, and he narrowly evades. The sudden skid makes your own car flip over. You grunt, body getting thrown around. When it finally lands, it’s upside down. James grunts, and there’s a noticeable wound on his forehead. Removing your seatbelt, you wince, reaching over to ease him out of his. You huff, managing his weight as you kick the door open and crawl your way through. You try to set him down on the side, but the sound of bullets echo once again. Hurriedly, you draw your weapon.

“Fall back!!”

Ward shouts from the other side.

Maybe you all underestimated the man. He opened fire, and you grunt when one of the bullets hits your shoulder. Your body smacks right into the floor, and your gun flies out your hands. Still partially disoriented from earlier, you press a hand to your head.

The other officers were using their vehicles as a shield. But because of the wound you were now exposed without a weapon. The man was getting closer, and you grunt, trying to crawl to get your gun. You were bleeding like crazy, heart thumping. When the shadow casted over your body, you swallowed. He raised his gun, pointing it right at head.

“I hate cops.”

His words held so much hate, and you flinched when his finger moved to the trigger. The yell from the side makes you jolt, and it takes your assailant by surprise as well. All you see is a body running into him. The male is thrown at least ten feet into the air. He hits a billboard, right before crashing to the ground. Your heart is still going crazy, and you look up at the officer.

“Nick you got her!”

“I got her!!”

Nick reaches down, lifting you off the ground right into his arms. Ward moves over to check and see if the criminal is still breathing, then back to help James to his feet. You’re breathing, but your pulse is still on edge. Your awed expression is directed at Nick. He’d single handedly just saved your life.

“You’re bleeding a lot.”

When he’s back at his squad car, he eases you down, placing you into the passenger seat. He reaches around when you’re secured, removing his belt, swiping it right out of the hoops. He takes it and ties it just below the wound.

“Paramedics are on their way, just hold on.”

Those golden eyes offer concern, and you still can’t even speak. He’s risked his own safety just to save you. Someone who’d never said a nice word to him. A person he should have viewed no better than Pollard or any of the other jackasses that made his life a living hell. He closed the open door carefully, surveying the area just in case. All you could do was watch.

In the wake of all that destruction, you were carried to the hospital. James was checked as well. Thankfully all he’d gotten was a bruise on the head and a slight concussion. Doctors had to physically force him to get care because he insisted on checking you first.

Now with the bullet gone and your body doped up on pain meds, you leaned back, sighing. You grit your teeth, wincing when you close your eyes. You can almost see that man standing over you with a gun. One bullet and that would have been it. You could have been in a casket rather than a hospital bed. The soft knock on the door diverts your attention. You look over, and Nick walks inside a bit cautiously.

“S-Sorry. I wasn’t sure if you were awake. Just came to make sure you’re alright. I’ll leave.”

“Wait!”

He halts, looking back. His hand was hovering next to the door knob.

“Tell me..tell me why you did it?”

“Did what?”

Nick is confused. He turns.

“Why did you save me? I’ve been nothing but a bitch to you. You could have just left me there. If I were in your shoes I probably wouldn’t have even thought twice about it. “

“We’re on the same force. I’d never leave a cop behind.”

You try to read his face, search for the lies, but you can’t spot any. There's none. He was sincerely worried for your wellbeing. Nick is still at a distance, and you try to sit up. He rushes over to help you down.

“W-What are you doing you shouldn’t be moving. Do you need something I can-” 

You place your hand over the one he has on your shoulder, and you look up. He can see the fresh tears there.

“T-Thank you Nick.”

It takes him a moment. The tears slowly begin to spill, running down your cheeks.

“Thank you..so much.” you cry. He understands now, and he gives your hand a little squeeze.

“You’re welcome.”

#insecure #nick jakoby x reader #care #Protection #bright #love #trust #lapd #cops #Crime #feelings #fights #understanding #headstrong #nick jakoby #ward #working together #hazing #orcs #magic #power

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 745

Gif NOT mine.

If this gif is yours please let me know, so I can give you credit.

Gif credit goes to - @purplemoon1995

Year posted - 2021

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Wincing as she turned to her side (Y/n) groaned in pain, feeling completely miserable. "Babe I'm home." Nick called out as he entered their shared apartment, the news momentarily exciting (Y/n), before the pain came back reminding her rather rudely how much pain she was in. "Babe?" Nick called out as he walked down the hallway which led to their bedroom. "Hi honey." Nick smiled brightly at his loving girlfriend, who lay in bed smiling up at him. "Hi Nicky." (Y/n) murmured softly as he sat beside her on the bed. "How are you feeling?" He gently brushed her hair back, being mindful of her infected ear. "Like hell." She frowned as a throbbing pain shot through her ear, making her whimper in pain, which brought a pained expression to Nick's face. "I'm so sorry baby." Nick whined softly, feeling as of he was letting her down. "Can we cuddle?" (Y/n) gave Nick puppy dog eyes, even though Nick needed little to no convincing. "Come here." Nick moved to lean against the headboard, still dawned in his uniform. "I love you." (Y/n) whispered as she curled into his side, focusing all of her attention on her boyfriend. "I love you too." Nick hummed with a bright smile on his handsome face. "How long is your break?" She murmured, knowing that Nick was still on the clock. "I've got an hour." Nick's right hand gently rubbed her back, while his left hand toyed with her fingers. "I brought some food and painkillers." Nick added, smiling when (Y/n) squeezed him a little tighter. "Can we just lay here for a little while longer?" (Y/n) tilted her head back, looking into Nick's eyes. "Of course baby." He cooed softly, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

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*I'm actually dealing with an ear infection again right now, and I could seriously use a soft Orc boyfriend like Nick, to just fawn over me and distract me from the pain right about now. (T^T)

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[dawnwriterimagines]

This is Real: Nick Jakoby (1)

Nick Jakoby x Human!Reader

Imagine: It's not common having a human mate, as an orc, even while being the first, and only orc police official. Nick begins to recall some events that with his human mate that reminded him just how dangerous their relationship was to his human.

Warning(s): Smut, angst, rough handling during sex, Violence, etc.

Your fingers looped around his slowly, the warmth of your fragile skin ran through his palms, a tantalizing brush of your lips ran across his lips, grazing the edges of his dulled down lower fangs. Hardly able to help the shiver running up his spine, his hand came up to cup the side of your face lovingly. Your soft lips curved upwards, creating a beautiful smile he knew he was blessed to be able to wake up too. He let's a rumble roll through his chest, his arm's around your waist in an instant, devouring your lips passionately.

"Somethin' funny, Orc?"

Nick blinked, once, twice, before realizing he had been startled out of his own daydream. His head raising from the screen of his phone, where a vibrant picture of you, wearing his grey hoodie and a smile illuminating your face, stood out on the screensaver. His eyes connected with Pollard's, whose eyes hardened at the sight of him and he could already see the sadistic smirk on his face growing.

Nick huffed faintly through his nostrils. "No," he mumbled before, noticing him glance down at the phone in his hand.

He shut off the device quickly, shoving it into his pocket. Pollard only proceeded to straighten and smirk viciously, "Oh don't let me stop you," he began, Nick mentally sighed awaiting the mocking banter of his colleague. "Please, continue, I'd like to see what else she's sent you."

Nick shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants, his nails digging into the fabric of his uniform, tearing into it as he glanced at the locker room where his partner had yet to step out of. "I don't want any trouble, Pollard."

Pollard shrugged, a heavy breath escaping him like a taunt. "I just wanna see what other pictures you've got of that fine girl you got back at home," Pollard chuckled watching the way the unblooded orc's hands scrunched up, knowing he wouldn't be able to do anything about the rage building up inside him. "I've always had a thing for brunettes. My last bitch was a brunette, not as great of a looker as (y/n), but--" he made a grunting sound, knocking his shoulder into Jakoby's roughly. "She sure had a tongue on her."

Nick kept his eye's on the locker room doors, willing it to open and have his partner step out. But, his wishes were in vain as Pollard only continued with Ward nowhere in sight.

"So, what's she like?" In bed.

Nick's nostrils flared, he knew what he was asking. "My wife is a wonderful woman," he answered, "and I don't think it's any of your business to know what she's like." He bit back the urge to growl, his eyes never meeting Pollard's, afraid if he did make eye contact, the humans eyes would be no more.

"Well, I was just wondering anyway," Pollard ran a hand down his facial hair before pulling out a piece of wrinkled paper from his uniform pocket. "Does she feel tight? I bet she does, but then again she takes it from an orc, you guys have been reported of killing human prostitutes during your mating seasons, haven't you?" Pollard smirked, watching as Nick tenses up, before the orc finally starts walking off. "Bet you can't even touch her without her flinching off you." Pollard followed behind the orc.

The look on your face drove him to thrust his hips harder, the way your fingers curved around the sheets of the bedding made his grip on your hips tighten. Your loud moans were music to his ears, your hair messily layered around your head like a halo gave him the urge to run his claws through it before tugging it back to force you closer. Your back arched off the sheets, your breasts lifting as if beckoning him which he quickly obliged too. His mouth latching onto your left nipple before using his right hand to pinch the other, fondling your breasts sensually as he needily drives his thick member in and out of your warm pussy.

"Oh, (y/n)," he groaned, his hands snaking to your backside, lifting you into his lap as he buried himself inside of you. Your arm's wrapped around his neck, clinging to him as your body spasms in pleasure, pain erupting from your sides before fading. Nick let's out a feral growl as your right hand presses into his shoulder as an orgasm rocks through your body along with a sting of pain.

"N-nick, baby," before you can finish, your back hits the plush surface of the mattress beneath you, his head buried into the crook of your neck as he thrusts his hips forward into your throbbing pussy, his hands pressing into your back to meet his rapid movements. For the first time in a long time, you find that the pain overrides the pleasure, but your too lost in the moment to tell him. "Break, I-i need a bre--" as if he doesn't hear you, his pace increases as he growls.

Nick let out all his frustration, his anger, his rage into this one moment, having hardly seen his loving wife in the few weeks he had been busy working. To caught up in how he felt to notice the way your hands pressed into his wrists in resistance or the way your head went back as you let out a gasp of pain. Or even the faint bruising he left from his harsh touch, how his clawed fingers gradually dig into your thighs leaving a multitude of abrasions against your fragile skin.

Having never hurt you before, it never registered that he could be doing so now. Or that mating season had begun just today, and it being the first day he was to spend it with you, never having been around you to feel the effects at the time.

Nick let out a pant, his eyes wild and feral as he began speaking in orkish. He only forced himself into you harder, rocking his hips into yours violently, almost uncontrollably as precum leaked from his member urging to spill his seed deep within you. Although he had done so, a few times since he had started his mating with you a few hours back, but it wasn't enough he had to give you more. He wanted you to know you were his, and with that mindset, he slowly felt himself losing the battle of Nick Jakoby and his own inner Orc.

Your hand found its way into his chest as your eye's squeezed shut in agony, you couldn't take the burning sensations across your body any longer or the numbing around your hips. Tears stung at the corners of your eyes, "I-i can't--god, Nick," you opened your eyes, unable to focus them as you stared at the swirling ceiling above. "I can't take it--please, Nick," your hand pushes against his chest now, but it's no use, he hardly notices as he only proceeds, driving you over the edge as your eye's roll back as his hand roughly cups the back of your neck, and with a single heavy thrust into you, he empties his load inside of you.

You gasp from the sudden feeling of your womb swelling inside of you, but as Nick, lost in himself, slowly turns his hips, rubbing against yours. His throbbing dick settling between your sticky inner walls, his thick, white substance dripping from between your legs. Nick was still for a few minutes as both your pants died down until only your spasms and whimpers were left. But, when your body didn't stop, he pulled away, the effects of his mating season dying off and way he regained his own tame persona.

"Baby..." he paused at the way your head was angled to the opposite side of him, your eye's leaking with fresh tears as your collar bone was riddled with bruises, running down to your ribs. "(Y-y/n)..." he placed both hands on the sides of your face turning you towards him, your eye's flashed with pain and you could hardly meet his eye's.

I'm...I'm fine," you answered his silent question, your eye's were half open, his fingers reaching up to wipe the tears from the corners of them. You turned, with your hands on your sides as if that would alleviate some of the pain, but you whimpered painfully and Nick noticed the bruises around your sides and thighs. The bite marks he had left surrounding your neckline, and the indents he had left in your skin from his claws, hints of blood staining them.

Quickly taking you in his arms, he rushed over to the bathroom, running you a hot bath while whispering broken apologizes into your neck. Never hating himself more than he did in that moment, he whined against your neck as you didn't respond only to notice you had already fallen asleep. Exhausted from the day, he couldn't even he say he was sorry in time.

After that day, for weeks, Nick didn't dare touch you unless you were still in pain or it was a simple kiss of the forehead. He couldn't bare seeing the marks he had left in you still so prominent on your skin. The guilt never went away. You had tried to make him see that it was ok, but he wouldn't listen, because he knew it wasn't.

Now, it was months later and you had waited long enough, you and Nick were attached to the hip again and you both were touch starved. Now, he couldn't bare to let go of you, the months away taking a toll, but you didn't mind.

"That's enough, Pollard." Nick grunted, shoving the doors open, ignoring the dirty looks from his coworkers.

Pollard, however, followed. "Oh, I touched a nerve didn't I?" He snickered, "What was it? Mating season? It had to be, you Orcs can never seem to control your own damn hormones." He sneered and Nick paused in the middle of the locker room, "I bet she's got the scars to prove it. You're all just some fucking animals, aren't you?"

Nick's fingers twitched, his claws piercing his calloused skin as they curved into his palms. His eyes locked with a Pollard at his crude words, the man straightening, stepping forward in challenging interest. "Ah, so I am right?" He snickers with a smirk, licking the upper row of his teeth with a hum of acknowledgment. "So, you really are no better than the rest of your kind, huh?" Nick's eyes flashed, "Your wife's got to be thinking that by now. But by now she's an Orc Whore for your entire community, right, buddy?" Pollard slapped his hand against Nick's shoulder and it was only a second...

Nick had his clawed hands balling up around the collar of Pollard's uniform, dragging the man up onto his toes as he spun on his heel, slamming his back into the metal lockers behind him. The room shook from the brute strength, the bolted lockers rocked for a moment, startling everyone still inside causing a buzz of panic.

Pollard held onto Nick's wrists, his eyes wide in terror, his face twisted in a type of crippling pain that must be blistering up his spine. His mouth opened but the shock was getting to him, instead, while growling maliciously, Nick leaned in close, baring his blooded, sharp canines.

"Don't you ever talk about my wife that way," he snarled as some officers finally rounded the corner, immediately rushing over, despite being hesitant of the snarling Orc, who was usually so level headed. "I'll rip you to shreds."

He swore, now allowing himself to be pulled from the stunned man. Ward, coming around the corner, his mouth agape in confusion and glancing down at Pollard, eyes narrowing in brief understanding.

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[fangirlingincamouflage]

Blind Hope: Chapter 7

Title: Blind Hope Author: Rosie Dayze Word Count: 1,232 Pairing: Nick Jakoby x Reader Chapter Rating: PG-13 Themes: Angst, Plot, affectionate frustration Disclaimer I do not own Nick Jakoby, he is the intellectual property of Netflix Originals, I make no money from this fanfiction. Dedication: @14readwritedraw96 and @thezucchini​ (For being so wonderfully enthusiastic) TW/CW Descriptions of pain, long term hospital stay

Previous chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7 <~ You are Here

You are standing in the middle of the pasta isle at the grocery store when your cell phone goes off. It's that distinctive ping of an unknown number texting you. You sigh, roll your eyes, and wonder what is the easiest possible thing that you can make for dinner that night. In the past six days your workload has tripled. June and Em are on a much needed vacation and Nick is still unconscious at the hospital.

You know that because you called right before you left to go grocery shopping. You also called first thing this morning, and last night, and the morning before, and the night before that. You have called the hospital at least twice a day for the past thirty-seven days. You got the exact same information.

“Officer Jakoby is still in an induced coma, and he is not ready to be seen by friends or family.”

It was maddening.

Your phone goes off again and you set a jar of premade sauce back on the shelf. Your stomach isn't feeling red sauce. It isn't feeling pasta. Or oranges. Or any one of a thousand other things you were totally down for eating. You hadn't been hungry since the night part of LA went up in magical flames. Since Nick had been hospitalized.

With a sigh you eased into the snack isle. Is a bag of chips an acceptable replacement for dinner? Probably not, but you've had take out for the past two weeks and absolutely none of it has filled the steady, continuing ache in your heart.

Your phone goes off again.

“What?” you snarl loud enough to make the old lady with a basket full of frozen dinners blink with bewilderment. “Sorry. Not you.”

You pull your phone out and waive it at her. She doesn't look convinced, and doubles her speed to get into the next isle.

With a few swipes you bring up your new messages.

“This is Jessica, the Head Nurse at the Intensive Care Unit at the UCLA Medical Center.” The first message reads.

Your heard pounds so hard in your chest that your vision goes a little hazy. You grip your phone tightly enough to make the screen rainbow with protest.

“Nick Jakoby has achieved a state of continuing consciousness. One of my nurses made the mistake of telling him that you had stopped by.”

That hazy feeling turns to ash. You had wanted to see him yourself, to let him know what had gone on, and why you hadn't talked to him in six, not seven, months.  He must be angry, furious.

The third message is brief, and comes across as a little mad. “In order to keep him in bed, I promised him you would come see him tonight. Do not make me a liar.”

You desert your cart, and take the shortest possible trip to the hospital that you have ever taken. Which is impressive, considering all the times you driven up there in the past month, just in case something had happened between your morning and evening check-ins.

You don't stop at the front desk, you know where you are going. The elevator doors close as you turn the corner, and the wait for the next ones seems like an eternity. The moment the doors whoosh open, you surge inside hitting the buttons for the ICU floor. You don't even wait. You ht the close-door button and watch your reflection stare back at you as the lift starts to rise.

What are you going to say? Should you have gotten balloons? Flowers? A stuffed animal? Would he even be allowed those things? Did he want them from you? Did he want to see you to make up or to have a final talk? In the twenty-eight seconds that it takes to get to your floor, your mind plays out you greatest hopes and worst fears in a strange, overlapping loop that leaves you feeling a little lightheaded.

Though maybe that has something to do with the fact that you haven't eaten well in a month.

Your clothes don't fit right, you think as you tug at the fabric. You should have gone home to change. You were wearing your comfy clothes to go shopping. The fabric weird. Then you realize its not the fabric, its your own skin. You are so nervous that your skin feels like an electric current is running through it. With a huff you roll your shoulders, trying to settle your nerves. It doesn't help.

The doors slide open and as fast as you got into the elevator, you hesitate to get out. This could go wrong. What if his mother is there? His partner? What about Johnassen, the jerk who broke his phone so long ago?

It doesn't matter you tell yourself as you take that first step off the elevator. All that matters is he's awake. You'll be able to see him with your own eyes.

A stern looking woman with stark gray curls looks up from a desk as you approach. She tilts her head and inspects you.

“For Jakoby?” she asks like she already knows the answer. “Follow me.”

Your heart is in your ears as you follow in the steps of her worn out shoes. She swipes her badge, taking you through a set of secure double doors. The sounds of the hospital change. The ICU is bereft of human noises, but it isn't quiet. You can hear televisions on a half a dozen channels turned down low, doing what they could to preoccupy patients who were in layers of pain. The sound of breathing machines hiss and whirl. A man in green scrubs wheels supplies down the hall. There's no happy, warm chatter. Just a strange sense of desolation and pain.

You do not like it here, and you can't imagine Nick here. Nick, with his warm laugh and kindness. Nick who kisses you like the universe exists in your lips. You want to scoop him up and take him away.

The nurse stops outside of a door at the end of the hall.

“They are quarantined behind a see through partition,” she tells you in the kind of no-nonsense voice that must come from years in her work. “Do not attempt to breech this partition.”

She holds out a long medical gown. Confused, you shoved your arms into the sleeves. She spins you, and starts to tie it up, and then she puts another one on your back, spinning you again so she can tie it in the front. She hands you a cap, and a mask, and you put them both on as she helps your feet into medical grade booties.

“How dangerous is it?” You ask as she holds up a pair of gloves to slip on your hands.

“Unknown,” she tucks the end of the gloves over the wristband of the double set of gowns. “But you saw the news, you know where they were. Better safe than sorry.”

She types a number into the key pad. “You get ten minutes. No more, no less. I'm not being mean, but we need to minimize any chance of exposure.”

You nod your understanding. Ten minutes isn't much time, but you'll make the most of it.

“There are armed men in there,” she finally says. “Don't do anything to make them think you are a threat.”

It's the last bit of advice she gives you before the pad turns green and the door is opened.

The room is long, white, and empty save for what looks like a box made out of hanging plastic. Only a few of the lights are on, casting half the room in evening darkness. There are several beds, but only one of them is occupied. The long, lean body of a black male is visible beneath the harsh lighting. Three other people stand guard, dressed from head to toe, AR-15 clutched in their hands. The door closes behind you.

For a moment you stand there, frozen and unsure. A little, ugly thought makes you wonder if this is some weird trick. Then you hear your name.

Your eyes are drown to the shape of a man sitting in a chair. You hadn't noticed him at first because the dark lines of his body blend a little too easily with the pseudo darkness on that side of the room. But now that you've seen him, you can't pull your gaze away.

Nick. You'd know the shape of him anywhere. The broad, strong line of his shoulders stands guardian against the pitch black behind him. There's a blanket across his legs, and an IV in his arm.

“It's you,” he says softly, disbelieving.

“Nick.” You take one step, and then another, and before you know it your legs are carrying you across the room. You almost forget the plastic. When you foot hits it, you're startled. The guards watch you with cold glares. “Sorry.”

And once you start saying it, you can't stop. Over and over again you apologize. You don't realize you are crying until you taste the hot salt of your own tears. You are sorry you didn't call him. You are sorry you left. You are sorry you didn't answer him back. You are sorry for everything you ever did in the last six months because none of those things was going to him. You sink to your knees at the edge of the partition, the tears making it impossible to speak.

He says your name again, so soft you wonder if you dreamed it. You look up, and he's shaking his head.

“Please, don't cry.”

Slowly, unsteadily, he gets up. He doesn't look at you as he pulls the chair from one side of the plastic sheet box to the other. Right in front of you, he plops the chair down, and then lowers himself into it. His staccato motions belie how hurt he must still be.

The pair of you are silent as you look one another over. You see the bruises beneath his woad blue spots; purple and yellow and, in some places, black. You see the stitches in his arm, the thick swelling of his hands. The skin around his cheeks is slack with the lack of food he's gotten in the past month. But his eyes, those gorgeous eyes that are yellow and red and orange all at once, they are filled with pain that has nothing to do with being thrown half a football field by a magical explosion.

“You're here,” he says, his voice soft. “I thought-” He stop short, shrugging, and then wincing.

“I know,” you tell him. While you aren't sure of the exact words he must have thought, you know that it couldn't have been good.

“Why?” he asks.

You open your mouth to tell him, but the words wont come. You remember Elizabeth, his mother, and the way she had looked at you. You could tell him everything, but what good would that do? He might get angry at his mother, it might cause some kind of rift between them and how many people did Nick really have who cared that much for his safety? Not nearly enough, you think as you take in injuries you hadn't noticed before.

Instead you shrug. You can't bring yourself to lie, but you can't bring yourself to tell him the truth either, no matter how much it's burned inside of you. You turn the words that she said over in your mind, pulling an answer from them without revealing their source.

“You got hurt because you were with me.” Your voice cracks as you say it.

His eyes close and his shoulders sag. His body leans forward. You think he's about to slide out of the chair. The pair of you kneel on the floor, staring at one another. Emotions that you don't think have ever been named whirl through you. You want to touch him, you want to hold him, you want to vanish together into the night.

“No,” he said shaking his head. “No. You were just the excuse. When they saw me-” he cuts off, coughs, and shakes. “They'd already decided what they were going to do.”

He looks away. You can tell that there's more to say, that he's struggling. Rather than push you give him a moment. He deserves that at the very least.

“It wont happen again,” he says.

“Why not?”

He opens his palm, I can't see anything there, but he must because he's staring down at it like it's something special.

“I can't talk about a lot that happened that night,” he says. “I want to, I want to tell you everything but...I can't.”

You shake your head. “I just need to know you are safe.”

“I think I am. I mean-I gotta tell you, it was not a normal night. I was...I was blooded.”

Your eyes go wide. You can't help but stare at his lips. He smirks.

“It'll take a while for the tusks to grow. But I don't need to file them anymore.”

You sit back on your heels. “Are you okay with that?”

He shrugs. “I guess that depends.”

“On what?” you ask.

He takes a deep breath and looks at you. It's a long look, a scared and hopeful one. It's like he's weighing a thousand dreams as he watches you and all you can do is wait.

“I thought I was getting over you,” he finally says. “It'd been months. Long months. Really, really long months. My mom even set me up on a couple dates with some unblooded girls from other states.”

Your stomach twists.

“Yeah?” you say, hoping that he's not about to tell you that he has moved on and this whole thing was about him saying goodbye.

“They were nice, but they...they didn't understand me. They didn't like what I do. They didn't like my jokes and they all thought Alaska is stupid.” The two of you laugh and it feels so good. He shifts his position until the two of you are nearly the same height. “I wasn't falling for someone else but I was pretending really hard like I was getting over you.”

You nod, you know what he means. You'd been going through all the motions, acting like you were moving forward when all you were doing was playing the role and hoping.

“I was going to come see you,” he said. “As soon as my shift was over that night. I was going to go right to your apartment. Everyone said I shouldn't because I'd just get hurt, but I thought that it would be worth it. I just..”

Slowly he reached into the blanket still twisted around his legs. His thick, injured fingers shook with pain as he pushed the fabric around.

“Where-hold on-it's here, I swear.”

Your heart, which has already gone through far too much, pounds all over again. Your mouth goes dry.

“Nick...”

“I almost died you know,” he says as he lifts a corner, continues to look. There's a little wetness on his brow, and you wonder if it's fear, nerves, or pain that's put it there. “And not just once. I almost died like four times.”

One of the guards cleared their throats.

“I know,” Nick said, holding up his free hand. “I know. I can't tell her anything. But you only have to look at me to see that it happened.” He went still, and bowed his head. “I did die.”

It's not even a whisper, there's no sound. It's a breath of words that you are sure the guards couldn't hear. You pounding heart turns to ice in your chest.

“What?”

But he doesn't say it again. Instead he looks up at you and his eyes are bright with a hundred emotions. “And all I could think about, was you.”

He holds out his hand. Nested there is a black velvet box. Carefully, he opens it, revealing a ring. It's made of two metals, platinum and rose gold, twisted around one another to form a very simple braid, and right there at the center is a stone in the exact same shade of blue as his spots.

“All  I thought about every day has been you,” he is saying when your ears start to work again. “And I don't want to ever have to worry again.”

You swallow twice before you can speak. “Are you proposing?”

You aren't sure if he's blushing, but his ears twitch. “Only if you're saying yes.”

“You have to ask,” you say. “You have to...ask.”

“Is it a spell? A human thing?” he says.

You shrug, because it kind of is, but mostly you just need to time to stop your thoughts from making such a commotion in your head. There are a hundred ways this could go wrong, a thousand even, but even so-

He says your name and you find that he's shifted yet again, down on one knee in front of you. “Will you marry me?”

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Love Story

Nick Jakoby x reader

This is my first ever fic and the first thing I’ve written in months so it’s horrible but like my username says no good fics here sorry to disappoint.

My own prompt: nick wants to surprise you with breakfast in bed but music and silly dancing ensues instead.

This is kinda a lyric fic and is a gender neutral reader thing I think.

Groaning you slowly open your eyes wincing as the light from the window decided it was time to blind you, rolling over and stretching your hand out to the other side of the bed for your boyfriend but all you feel are cold sheets as the orc who usually occupies them is missing which isn’t usually an issue, since he gets up early for work but this is the only day that you and him actually have off together and you wanted to just laze in bed and sleep the day away together.

*crash*

“Shit!”

Snapping out of your grumbling thoughts you turn your head towards the way the sound came from, which you presume is the kitchen as it sounded like something metallic had hit the floor before the swearing and the sounds of your Alexa loudly playing the song “hit me baby one more time” by Britney Spears. Chuckling quietly to yourself you wondered what that dork you were dating was up to so you threw the covers off and got your ass out of bed to go and investigate.

As you rounded the corner to the kitchen you slowed down and stopped just before you got to the doorway, peering round the frame you were greeted by the glorious sight of officer Nicholas Jakoby clad in his black boxers and wearing your pink apron which had ‘kiss the cook’ blazened across the front in white bent over the kitchen counter frantically pleading with Alexa to turn the volume down. You smacked your hand over your mouth to attempt at keeping your laughter from being heard so you wouldn’t be noticed by the officer.

Eventually after a minute or so Alexa complied to his commands and turned the volume down a couple of notches. Which you noticed seemed to calm Nick down quite a bit as he straightened up and rounded the kitchen island to pick up the pan that he had dropped out of shock over the loud singing of good ol Britney, which you’re glad he did because of the great view you got of his bootilicious buns as he bent down to pick it back up so he could continue whatever he had been doing before all the shenanigans that had erupted previously. After you had finished ogling him from around the corner of the door you noticed the song ‘Love Story” by Taylor swift has started playing, smirking from your hiding place you think of something to surprise the orc that is currently faceing away from you.

We were both young when I first saw you,

I close my eyes, and the flashback starts,

I'm standing there,

On a balcony in summer air,

See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns,

See you make your way through the crowd,

And say, "Hello",

Creeping out of your little hiding place you hastily move towards him and wrap your arms tightly around his waist, smooshing your face into that glorious body of his before he can sense you coming which causes him to yet again drop the pan out of shock as you had scared him half to death. Giggling you start swaying side to side pulling him with you so that you’re in time with the song. Nick is very confused at the start as he has no idea what’s going on so you had to tell him to stop him from worrying that something bad had happened and that’s why you were clinging to him like your life depended on it.

“Dance with me baby” you say whilst grinning as you move around his body so that you are facing him so that you can look into that beautiful face of his as you dance. Grabbing his hands you start pulling his hands back and forth to make a silly looking dance as you smile up at him, chuckling he smiles back like a lovesick fool while his ears twitch adorably as he realises that nothing is wrong and that you just wanted his attention which he will gladly give.

Little did I know

That you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles

And my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet"

And I was crying on the staircase

Begging you, "Please don't go, " and I said

Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone

I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run

You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess

It's a love story baby just say "Yes"

So I sneak out to the garden to see you

We keep quiet, 'cause we're dead if they knew

So close your eyes

Escape this town for a little while

Nicks smiles even wider as he starts twirling you around the kitchen like a ballerina (whilst avoiding the pan just chilling on the floor) as you begin to sing along to the song trying to make it as exaggerated as you can.

I got tired of waiting

Wondering if you were ever coming around

My faith in you was fading

When I met you on the outskirts of town, and I said

Romeo save me I've been feeling so alone

I keep waiting for you but you never come

Is this in my head? I don't know what to think

He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring

And said "Marry me Juliet

You'll never have to be alone

I love you and that's all I really know

I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress

It's a love story baby just say 'Yes'"

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

Because we were both young when I first saw you

As you sing this last part you attempt to push the giant orc man to the ground which he is thrown by at first but the second you get to the part where Romeo drops to his knees he gets the message and drops like a rock. Laughing even harder you grasp his hands and finish up the song, pressing your lips to his. Once you both pull back and finish your silly giggles he suddenly stops in realisation and stares you dead in the eye as he states.

“But I don’t have a ring.”

Blinking dumbly you just gazed at him for a couple of seconds before bursting out laughing. Seeing his generally upset expression you attempt at reassuring him.

“It’s just a song baby and if you were to ever give me a ring I’d definitely say yes.”

Noding slowly he registered your words before smiling and pulling you down for a passionate kiss which literally took your breath away the only thing that stopped it from continuing was the distinct smell of smoke. Nicks head moved so quickly that he looked as if he’d given himself whiplash as he heaved himself off the floor and quickly ran to the oven. Exclaiming,

“Oh shit, the muffins! I was going to make you breakfast in bed.”

Laughing as you fell with your back against the cold floor. Saying with the biggest grin on your face.

“This is why I love you.”

...

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End.

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Here’s part 2 for @rfitzhugh74 ♥️ sorry it took so long!

Warnings: None

Part 1

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One o'clock finally rolled around, sooner than expected. Nick had just come back from patrolling with Ward, more excited and nervous than he's ever been about anything.

"Call me when you get done. I'm gonna take Sofia out for lunch." Daryl said when he dropped off Nick by the entrance.

Nick nodded, then looked out the window. He could see you sitting at your desk, shuffling through paperwork, documenting on your computer. Even doing the most minuscule tasks, you looked ever glorious. Seriously, how could someone like you be attracted to someone like him?

Daryl could feel the doubt radiating off Nick and groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Man, don't do that. She already said yes. She's waiting for you. Get out this damn car."

Nick shook himself back to the present. "Yeah, yeah. I'm going." He gathered his courage and exited the car. Each step he took closer to your work station shook him to the core, like an earthquake. He was nearly taken down completely when you lifted your gaze from your folders, sparkling (y/e/c) eyes meeting his, your cherry smile spread across your face.

"Nick," you announce, your voice cheery. You half expected he'd forget or just plain wouldn't show.

"Hey, (Y/N)," he greeted back, his voice just as cheery, but also holding a tinge of nervousness. "Ready to go?"

You quickly shut your paperwork away and rose from your chair, swiftly walking around the desk. "As I'll ever be." You linked your arm into his, your face warming to a light shade of pink.

Nick's stomach practically jumped out of his throat at your eagerness, rendering him speechless. Instead he just smiled back at you and led you out the entrance.

••••••••

Nick took you to a cozy little corner diner not far from the station. One of his favorites. He'd always imagined taking a girl on a date here when he was a teen, but, of course, with his status... Well, he was just happy he could finally fulfill that dream. And with a woman as gorgeous as you, no less.

“So,” you started, shaking Nick from his daydream, “Nicholas Jakoby. L.A.’s first orc police officer.” You smiled as you recited his title, in turn making Nick’s stomach do backflips. “What made you choose this?”

Nick shifted in his seat. Oh boy, what a pathetic story that was. Or so he thought. An unblooded orc just wanting to do some good and prove to the world that not all orcs are bad. “Well, uh, it’s been a dream of mine since I was a kid. I always thought cops were pretty cool.”

Your smile widened. “Were you ever a cop for Halloween as a kid?” When nick smiled nervously and shrugged, you couldn’t help but giggle. “Oh my god, you’re too cute! Please tell me you have pictures!”

“Ahh, they’re somewhere at home.” Nick shifted in his seat once more. Your compliments and interest in him bubbled excitement deep within him. He could hardly sit still.

“Maybe you could show me next time?” you suggested.

Nick’s ears twitched. “‘Next time’?”

“Yeah. We could do dinner at yours or mine, have some drinks, talk more.” Your stomach dropped a bit. Maybe you were getting ahead of yourself. “If you want to, of course. We don’t have to if you don’t—“

“I’d love to!” Nick said quickly. He was just about ready to explode from joy. Your first date with him had just started, and already you’re both making plans for a second.

You smiled and opened your mouth, getting ready to speak when a waitress approached your table. “Good afternoon! My name is Dina, I’ll be your server. Can I start y’all with some drinks?”

So you and Nick made your orders and enjoyed your lunch break together. You laughed at each other’s jokes, indulged in each other’s stories. It was far too early to tell for sure, but Nick had a good feeling that you’d become someone very important to him. Finally, after years of torment and hate, someone saw him not as some pig faced dirt who’s ancestors chose the side of evil, but as Nick Jakoby, LAPD and a person capable of kindness and doing what’s right.

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