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writersmess · 1 year

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LET’S BE A MESS TOGETHER | EVAN BUCKLEY

Pairing: Evan Buckley x fem!reader

Summary: after Buck gets injured during a call, you realize you can’t live without him.

Warning: angst but fluff at some point

Word count: 2k

a/n: hey there! This is my first time writing for Buck so im pretty nervous hehe english is not my first language so im sorry if there’s any mistakes. Also it’s based on 6x11, cause nobody knows how much I cried on that episode. Hope you enjoy!!

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You’ve been friends with Maddie for a while now. You’ve met in nurse school, and even after she moved to another town with Doug, you still managed to keep in touch. After you found out about everything she’s been through, you’re really important in her recovery. You two were really inseparable now.

Being so present in Maddie’s life made you participate in the major events of her life. Her meeting and falling in love with Chim, becoming a dispatcher, and the best thing that could have happened in her life, Jee-Yun.

As time passed by you really became part of her family and with that being said, you became a very important figure in the big family that was 118.

They all loved you.

You were so caring, loving, willing to help anyone any time. Oh and your hugs, they were the best. And because you work in the hospital, it was quite common to bump into one of them between calls.

Although you were close to everyone, it was this pair of big blue eyes that always catch your attention.

Evan Buckley.

No matter where you were, your traitors eyes were always searching for his, and that side grin. Whether in a crowded bar, or at the hospital, or even at Maddie’s house, there you were, involuntarily looking for him. And surprisingly those blue eyes were already looking at you from the other side of the room all the time.

And the touches.

Somehow you were always touching each other. There was always an excuse for your hands to search each other’s bodies. When he told a very bad joke and apparently only you laughed, your hand was patting his arm. When after your usual breakfast together he would fix the collar of your jacket. When on cold days your arms would reach for his for warmth.

Eventually your hands moved like it had a mind of their own, reaching out to grab each others hands even if your eyes didn’t leave whatever you were focused on.

Everyone noticed the way you acted around each other. And even when one was not around, the other would always brought their name into the conversation. It was very clear to everyone the way you two felt about each other.

But nobody understood why you didn’t get together soon, why it had to be so complicated.

And what nobody really understood, is why he chose Taylor.

This broke you in so many ways and everyone could see how hurt you were. The way you stopped going to the weekly meetings, or how you stopped going to the bar after shift, or how you started avoiding them in the hospital hallways.

Hell, even Buck didn’t understand what he did.

The problem is that he got too carried away with that one night stand, and the next thing he knew he was too involved in this turbulent and full of lies relationship, that he just couldn’t get out of it.

So it was pretty normal to be surprised when you opened the door on a weekday and saw him standing at your doorstep.

“i broke up with Taylor” he said looking at you.

“oh okay?” you let him in and while closing the door, you close your eyes and took a deep breath.

“im so stupid you know”

You did know

“im not trying to be rude or something, but i don’t get why you came to me” he looked at you confused “i mean, we haven’t been talking much since you started dating"

“i know and that’s why I’m such a fool. I should’ve never done that with you, with us.”

“look Buck I’m really not getting your point” your heart was beating so fast.

“my point is, that I’m a mess, okay? And I have this thing where i self sabotage in literally every aspect of my life, specially my love life”

You keep quiet as he blurted out.

“every single time i was with her, every touch, every breakfast, every lunch or dinner, I was thinking of you”

You were still seating on the couch while Buck was about to make a hole in the ground from walking back and forth.

You were so hurt. He chose her, and the minute it’s all over, he simply comes after you to pour out a bunch of words full of feelings. It wasn’t that simple. What about you? What about what you had felt for so long? It wasn’t fair.

“look y/n i want to be with you”

He knelt in front of you and put his hands on your face. You finally let the tears roll down your face.

“you have no idea how long I’ve waited for this Buck” you started and could see that beautiful smile in his lips, only to be replaced with a confused expression when you took his hands out of your face. “until I had my heart broken when you decided to be with Taylor”

“y/n pleas-“

“you don’t get to show up at my door after months with her and say you'd rather be with me. Not when I was getting used to having our Sunday breakfast alone, not when I was starting to go back to the bar with the guys, because looking at you didn't hurt so much anymore. Not when-“

He hugged you.

Buck hugged you.

The words could no longer come out of your mouth and you simply let the tears roll off your face.

“i’m sorry. I really am.” He looked at you again while wiping your tears away. Buck gave you a sad smile. “i’ll give you some space, but i swear I won’t give up on you. On us.”

And with that he left.

***

A few days has passed by and you were still trying to get yourself together after that night, but honestly you were hardly having time to think about anything since the days at the hospital have been intense due to these recent winds. You just couldn’t wait to get home and have some sleep.

Today was one of those days. The hospital was crazy, the atmosphere was tense. Each patient admission was a surprise and you just wanted it to end.

You were heading to the nursing bay so you could update some medical records, when your colleague called you aside.

“some bizarre case is coming up. The truck called the dispatch, i think it’s pretty serious.” She looked at you carefully.

You worked with a very special team, everyone got along very well and liked each other so much. So basically all your colleagues knew about your situation with Buck, but not because you went around talking about it, no. Everyone saw the way you treated each other when you met in the hallways, the care and concern for each other. And outside of it, too.

You had a bad feeling in your chest since you woke up, something was not right. The rain was heavy outside and from afar you could hear the sirens approaching.

And suddenly it was as if the ground opened up beneath you. Bobby was yelling to the doctors about the patient’s condition, how he was having a cardiac arrest. Everyone from 118 was there, looking at the person on the stretcher. You were not prepared for this, you were not prepared to see Buck lying unconscious on that stretcher. When you threatened to run towards the team that would take care of him, your boss yelled at you to stay there.

“we’ll do our best” a doctor said before the doors closed behind him.

“do more” you heard Eddie scream behind you.

You were petrified. This couldn’t be real. You couldn’t speak, the voices around you were like hums, and your eyes were beginning to fill with water. You were in shock.

Bobby noticed how you were paralyzed in the middle of the way and went to meet you. He didn’t have to say a word. As he sat you down on a chair, you could see your hands trembling and sweating. Eddie crouched down in front of you and you looked into his eyes. He knew that you were about to collapse, he was also on the verge of a panic attack.

“w-what- is he-“ You couldn't form a complete sentence and you could notice the fear in your friend's eyes.

“i don’t know”

And after that he hugged you.

***

You were in the corner of the room watching Christopher talking to Buck and the tears kept falling down your face. You just couldn’t stop the tears to roll down your face every time you looked at him like that, your Buck. He was so vulnerable.

You were a completely mess.

You hugged them goodbye and cried even more when Chris told you to be calm, he was going to wake any time soon. He was so pure.

“i can’t handle much more like this. I need you here with me Buck” you held his hands tightly while speaking “i can’t lose you, not for good. you said you’re a mess, but so am i. I need you alive so we can be a mess together”

And this has been your routine for a few days. You spent the day with him until Bobby arrived and practically forces you to go home and rest. And that’s when he didn't bring Athena as a backup and she forced you to go home with her, because they knew you hadn’t been eating or sleeping properly.

But in the meantime, you tried to distract yourself by reading books, watching movies, or trying to tell some jokes to an unconscious Buck. God, you were being pathetic.

You were on your way back to the hospital after a few hours of rest when your phone started ringing non-stop. It was Bobby.

Your heart froze.

Something must have happened.

You didn’t answer the call, you preferred to go straight to the hospital room preparing yourself for the worst. You were confused as you noticed the movement in the room and how the laugher was heard from afar.

“buck?” you ignored everyone and went straight to him. Your hands ran down his face lightly, afraid that if you touched him too hard he would disappear.

“hey y/n” he said softly with that side grin.

“you scared the hell of me. Of us” you whispered getting your face close to him, your hands still touching him. He put his hands over yours.

“I said that i wasn’t giving up on you. You really thought i was going to brake my promise?”

You let out a muffled laugh as tears rolled down your face.

“you idiot. I love you so much” you could see that beautiful smile at his face “please don’t ever do that to me again, I need you here, alive” you murmured and leaned in to planted a quick and shy kiss on his lips. It was your first kiss.

“i love you, princess. I’m not leaving any time soon”

Everyone gathered around you two. Bobby gave you a side hug when you step back so that Christopher could hug Buck. He was like a father to you and Buck, so he was the biggest supporter of you being together, he could see how happy you were when you were together. You both deserved it, you deserved to live this love.

And even though everyone was around him celebrating his return, Buck’s eyes, as usual, were searching for yours, only to be met with your passionate and comforting gaze. Calming every fear and anxiety that could exist inside the firefighter’s heart, as you always did and always would.

After everyone had gone and left you two alone, Buck made room on the bed for you to climb up and snuggle into his side. You couldn’t look away from each other and Buck was giving small pecks on your lips every now and then.

“by the way, you’re a terrible joker”

You stared at him with confusion as he kept smiling.

How on earth did he know you were telling him jokes while he was unconscious?

What you didn’t know, and he probably would never tell you, is that while unconscious, Buck got a glimpse of a life he would never have. A life that made no sense, in a job he hadn’t dreamed of, without the friends he loved so much, and especially without you. You were the reason he fought his way back into this life. He couldn’t continue in a life, in a universe that you didn’t exist.

You were his beacon, who with your light so bright, guided him back to your side. The place he would never leave, never again.

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sailor-aviator · 6 months

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Meet Me at the Sea: Chapter Four

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: Your best friend, Bob Floyd, had insisted you join him for the summer at his family's home along the Carolina coasts. You had been hesitant at first, but ultimately agreed to his request. Now, here you were in a new town with strange locals who spoke in hushed whispers and cryptic retellings about glistening scales, glowing eyes, and haunting songs that echoed from the sea. You didn't believe them at first, but when you wake up on the beach one morning after having fallen overboard the night before, you can't help but think that maybe you hadn't imagine the strong arms and deep, green eyes of the man that had saved you.

Trigger warnings: Language, talk of courting and mating, FBI, mentions of murder. Think that’s it.

Word Count: 3.87k

A/N: Here is Chapter Four! A whole lot of setting up what's to come, I think, but hopefully y'all still like it! If you're feeling kind/generous, please consider buying me a ko-fi! Also, if you DO NOT fill out the form below (Tag List) then you will not be tagged! I will be referring to that Google form from now on! As always, reblogs, comments and likes are greatly appreciated! Asks/requests are always open! 18+ ONLY!! You can find me on AO3 under sailor_aviator where I also post my updates!

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“Are you still feeling alright, honey?” Susan asked you, checking you over. You gave her a small smile as she gave you a once over. Her green scrubs contrasted against her blonde hair, and the wrinkles around her eyes were more pronounced as she frowned at you worriedly. “You’re still taking it easy, right? Remember what Dr. Carson said when he checked you out the other day.”

“I’m fine, Susan. I promise,” you reassured the older nurse. She studied you for a second longer before turning to fix her coffee.

“You know, it’s a real shame about that Morris girl,” she continued. “She was always such a sweet girl. Wasn’t she in your class, Bobby?”

“No, she was a year ahead with Reuben, Nat, and Jake,” he muttered through a mouthful of Cheerios.

“That’s right,” she nodded.

Bob swallowed his mouthful and peered up at his mother. “Are you going to tell us what’s been going on?”

“You know,” she sighed exasperatedly, “I could have sworn I had told you. Or at least I would have if you bothered to answer your phone every once in a while.”

“You could tell me now?” Bob said sarcastically. Susan glared over at him.

“Tone, mister,” she warned before letting out another sigh and leaning against the kitchen counter. “I suppose it’s been a little over two months now since they found the first body. Everyone thought it was just an accident since it looked like a drowning. But then a couple of weeks later another body washed up, and then another one a couple weeks after that. They were all young women about the same age, and they all appeared to have drowned. Maverick was worried that there was a serial killer on the loose, so he called in a favor to Tom. You remember Tom, don’t you, sweetie?”

“Yeah, I remember Mr. Kazansky, Mom,” Bob nodded. “He was only the my baseball coach for most of middle school and high school.”

“Such a sweet man,” Susan nodded with a small smile towards you. “We were all sad to see him leave, but when the FBI offers you a job, what person in their right mind says no?”

“So he and that other guy are here because of this serial killer no one told me about?” Bob asked her, eyebrow raised.

Susan scowled at him, but let out a sigh. “Tom and his partner, Agent Simpson, got here about two weeks ago when the last body was found. I was talking to Tom the other day, actually, and he told me that there were signs of a struggle, which is why they got called in.”

“Should he be telling you that?” Bob frowned. She shrugged, sipping from her coffee mug.

“I think they’re holding a press conference today to discuss everything. He wouldn’t have told me if they weren’t already planning on telling everyone, I’m sure.”

“A serial killer,” you hummed, frowning. “That’s really scary, actually.”

“It is,” she agreed, eyeing you. “Which is why I want you to promise me that you won’t go off on your own at night, alright? You should be fine during the day time, especially with the summer crowds, but I want you to make sure you have somebody with you after the sun goes down.”

“I will, Susan,” you smiled.

Bob peered over at you from over his own coffee mug. “I promised Dad that I’d take the boat out with him today. I don’t suppose you wanted to tag along?”

“No,” you told him, shaking your head. “Nat actually texted me last night and asked me if I wanted to go and hang out at the boardwalk today, and I told her that I did. You’ll be okay without me, yeah?”

“‘Course,” he snorted, moving to take his dishes to the sink. “Wouldn’t be the first time you’ve ditched me for other friends.”

“If you’re talking about that time in sophomore year when I went with Abby and Rachel to the football game after you insisted that you would be a fourth wheel even though we all told you that you wouldn’t be, then this is not the same situation at all.”

“I beg to differ,” he laughed, heading for the back door.

“You can beg all you want, but it’s the truth,” you giggled. “Oh, wait!”

You got up from your own chair, moving to follow him.

“I think I left my bag on the boat last night,” you told him. “I’m going to grab it before I head out.”

The two of you walked down the stone path until you reached the small strip of sand that led out onto the dock.

“You know I’m not ditching you, right?” You asked him, suddenly worried that your best friend really did think you were trying to leave him behind. Bob snorted and looked over at you with a quirk of his brow.

“Of course I don’t,” he said, making a beeline for the boat that bobbed up and down with the waves. “I don’t expect you to tag along with me everywhere. I’m actually really happy that you and the gang are getting along so well.”

“Okay,” you trailed off. “Good. Because I really like hanging out with them.”

Bob chuckled as he stepped onto the boat, turning to face you. “I know. Stay right there and I’ll grab your bag, yeah?”

You nodded, turning to watch the waves as he disappeared towards the back of the boat. You glanced down when a shine of light danced in the corner of your eye. Sitting on the wood of the dock was a collection of more shells and pearls, and you immediately crouched down to take a better look at them. A couple of sand dollars were added into the mix this time and even more pearls of various shapes, sizes, and colors were mixed in with the lot. You picked each one up gently, inspecting them. Your favorite was the beautiful black pearl that rested in the center of the grouping. The oily colors on its surface danced as you inspected it, and you felt your skin prickle in delight.

Your gaze shifted to the breathtaking conch shell that rested near the edge, and you gingerly lifted it up to get a better look at it. It truly was a marvelous sight. One of the best specimens you had ever had the privilege of seeing.

“How much crap do you carry in this thing?”

You whirled around to see Bob grimacing as he made his way towards you with your simple hobo bag.

“I carry just what I need in it,” you replied to him, reaching an arm out to take the bag.

“What are you doing crouched over here?” Bob asked you, brow furrowing as he handed it off to you. He stopped short when he saw the collection of ocean treasures at your feet. He inspected them before moving his eyes up to meet yours.

“Look at these!” You grinned, gesturing down at them. “These are more spectacular than the last bunch! Have you ever seen such amazing specimens? And these pearls!”

“Yeah,” Bob said uneasily, eyes shifting to look out at the water. “They’re pretty great.”

You stood up suddenly, turning to fix him with a small glare.

“What is up with you?” You demanded, hands on your hips. “You love things like this! You’re the one person I know who gets more excited about this shit than I do, and you’re over here looking like someone just told you they were planning on kidnapping me. You did the same thing yesterday!”

Bob’s eyes widened at your outburst before melting into a sheepish expression as he looked away. He rubbed his hand on the back of his neck before letting out a sigh, looking back at you with an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry, y/n,” he sighed. “The shells are great, really. I guess I just have a lot on my mind with the murders and all that.”

You felt a wave of guilt wash over you, replacing the annoyance. Your hands moved to pull him into a hug, one he returned.

“Nothing is going to happen to me, okay?” You told him, squeezing him tight. “I’ll be extra careful to not be by myself at night, so you don’t have to worry about me, yeah?”

Bob didn’t say anything for a moment. He pulled back to look at you, a fond smile on his face as he regarded you.

“I’m always going to worry about you, you know,” he smirked, something serious behind his eyes despite the teasing tone he used. “You’re like the little sister I never had.”

“Bob,” you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m literally three months older than you.”

He grinned at that.

“Semantics.”

The street was busy as people walked back and forth along the boardwalk, taking in the different rides and stalls as the excitement for summer festival began to grow. Several decorations littered the pathways, all of various sea creatures and more than a few mermaids. You watched the different families, friends, and couples run around to the different events, and you let out a sigh as you checked your phone once again.

Sorry, Skip! Mom needed help with some things at the shop so I’m running late. Give me half an hour!

That had been thirty-five minutes ago, and you hadn’t heard anything. Sighing, you wiped the sweat from your brow, deciding to take a break from the overwhelming heat. You spotted a familiar, little shop and began walking towards it.

The bell above the door rang out as you stepped inside, letting out a breath of relief as the cool air washed over you. The shop hadn’t changed much in the days since you had last been in. There were new novelty items scattered about, but for the most part, Mrs. Cambroni’s shop was still quaint and cheesy.

The old woman appeared from the backroom, giving you a warm smile as she gave you a once over. Her eyes landed on your neck, an eyebrow quirking as she took in the raised skin that still shone in the light.

“My, my, dear,” she hummed, leaning against the counter. “What happened there?”

“Oh this?” You asked, resting your hand over the mark. You suppressed a shiver as a oddly pleasant feeling washed over you. “I had a bit of an accident the other day. I fell of a boat and washed up on shore.”

“Oh, how terrible!”

“Yeah, but I’m okay!” You chirped. “The doctor checked me out and said I was fine, just a little bruised. Said I was really lucky that nothing worse happened.”

“I’m sure you were,” she murmured, eyes still locked on your neck.

“But I guess I must have hit my neck pretty good on some rocks because the bump hasn’t gone away and the algae practically looks like it’s a part of my skin now,” you joked. Mrs. Cambroni blinked at you.

“The…algae?” She asked. You nodded, and she threw her head back in a fit of laughter. You stared at her in confusion until she calmed down, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye.

“I’m sorry, dear. I don’t mean to laugh,” she said through bouts of giggles. “What brings you by my little shop?”

“Oh!” You cried, moving closer to the counter. “Nothing really, I was just waiting for a friend, but she’s running late. So, I thought I’d pop back in and say hi after I got dragged out of here the other day.”

Mrs. Cambroni gave another hum, a knowing look on her face. She took a sip from the cup of tea she held in her hands.

“Have you found any interesting seashells along the beach since I last saw you?”

“Actually, yes!” You smiled, digging through your bag to pull out the collection you were beginning to compile. “I found these over the last couple of days. It’s strange though, none of these were on the beach. I found a pile of them on our boat and then another pile on the dock this morning. My friend said it must have been the current-”

Mrs. Cambroni’s eyes widened as she coughed up her tea, nearly choking on it as she fought to regain control over her breathing. You reached out a hand to soothe her, and she gave you a grateful smile.

“The current, you say?” She said, barely hiding her amusement. You nodded self consciously, and the old woman shook her head with a chuckle.

“Seems to me like you’ve caught the eye of a sea person, my dear.”

Now it was your turn for your eyes to widen. “What?”

“I’m surprised no one’s told you yet,” she mused, setting her cup down and examining the shells and pearls. “It’s part of the courting rituals for their kind, after all. Just like that intention bite on your neck.”

Your blood ran cold, recalling how your first reaction to the raised skin was that it looked like a bite mark.

“But it’s not-”

“Oh, but it is, dear child,” she smiled, no hint of malice to it, just understanding. “I’m not sure why no one is telling you the truth. Perhaps it’s because you aren’t a local, and they don’t know if you can be fully trusted yet. Or perhaps it’s because you were chosen in a moment of frenzy. Choice is such an important piece of the courting ritual, after all.”

“Is that why you’re telling me all of this?” You asked her, brow quirked. “Because you think I should have a choice?”

“Precisely. How can you make an informed decision without all of the pieces?”

“Alright, then,” You started, deciding to amuse the woman before you, “what is it you can tell me?”

“What is it you want to know?”

“Tell me more about the courting rituals. What are they? What does it entail?”

“Well,” she smiled, “that certainly is an interesting first question. It’s simple really. It starts with the bite mark on your neck. What you have right now is called an intention bite. This bite is to let other sea people know that you have been marked as the intended mate for someone. As long as that bite remains on your neck, every sea person who lays eyes on it will know that you are spoken for. If that wasn’t enough of a hint, it changes your scent as well.”

“Are you saying that I smell different?”

“Oh, yes,” she nodded. “But not in an unpleasant way, dear. And as long as that’s the only bite mark that remains on your neck, it’ll fade after a few months along with it. The intention mark is only meant to be a placeholder for the permanent mark.”

“And what is that?” You asked her. Mrs. Cambroni turned her serious gaze to your face.

“That would be the mating mark.”

“And what does that one do?” You murmured, voice barely above a whisper. You weren’t sure why you were entertaining this conversation, to be honest. Maybe it was your longstanding fascination with mermaids that kept you rooted there, listening intently. Or maybe it was because a part of you, one that you were trying your best not to acknowledge in that moment, believed her.

Before Mrs. Cambroni could respond, the bell above the door chimed again, and you both turned to see Nat red faced and out of breath as she looked at you.

“There you are!” She smiled, relaxing as she let out a sigh of relief. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you!”

“Sorry!” You exclaimed, gathering your seashells and giving Mrs. Cambroni an apologetic smile. “I was getting really hot and I thought I’d stop in here for a few minutes.”

“No, I’m sorry,” Nat said, watching the older woman with a suspicious frown. “I lost track of the time after I texted you.”

You waved to the shop owner as you followed Nat out the door, the sun bathing you in its warm rays. You peered over at your friend, a mischievous smirk on your face as your eyes lowered to her neck.

“Wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with that huge hickey on your neck, right?”

Nat’s hand flew up to her neck, cheeks flushing as she tried to splutter out an excuse.

“So,” you chirped as your friend continued to recover her speech. “Which of the boys is it?”

“What makes you so sure it was one of them?” She muttered, the red on her cheeks growing more pronounced.

You ignored her. “My money is on Javy.”

“How did you know?” She shrieked, earning a couple of stares from passersby. You laughed at her expression.

“I didn’t until just now.”

Nat let out a long groan, hiding her face in her hands. You rested a hand on her shoulder to try and comfort her.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you said. “I think the two of you are really cute, and I don’t think the others have figured it out yet. I just see the way you two look at each other when you think no one else is. I wish someone would look at me like that.”

Natasha peeked out from behind her fingers, an oddly thoughtful look on her face as she studied you. Before you could ask, she was straightening up, a smile replacing her embarrassment.

“Do you think you could hold off on saying anything?” She asked you. You nodded, holding out your pinky to her. She wrapped her own around it, and the two of you shook on it.

“Scout’s honor, Nat!”

“Good!” She giggled, peering around the boardwalk. “What do you want to hit first?”

After Nat convinced you to take a ride on the tilt-o-whirl, you were sure you’d never walk straight again. You groaned as you fought to stay upright, nearly crashing into a man as you passed him. Your shoulder bumped his, and you turned around to look at him.

“I am so sorry!” You cried, hands reaching out to steady him, but stopping when you noticed that he was just fine. And staring at you. You gave him a sheepish smile, but the look on his face remained impassive. If the world wasn’t still spinning around you, you might have said that the green in his eyes glowed in the summer light. Natasha laughed beside you, throwing out another apology to the man as she dragged you off.

“Never again, Nat,” you said, suddenly feeling nauseous.

“I’m surprised you managed to make it without hurling!” She cackled, leaning you against the wood railing so you could catch your breath.

“I wouldn’t be too sure about that,” you muttered, leaning over the side.

“Natasha!”

The both of you turned to see the weathered face of the FBI agent and his partner strolling up to you.

“Oh! Hey, Mr. Kazansky!” She called out with a wave. You turned to face them just as they stopped in front of you.

“C’mon now, Nat. It’s Tom, you know that,” the older man chuckled, eyes moving to you. “And who is this?”

“Y/n,” you introduced yourself, reaching out a hand to shake his. “But everyone just calls me Skipper these days.”

“Ah! You must be the young lady Susan was telling me about the other day,” Tom smiled. “It’s good to finally put a face to a name. This is my partner, Agent Beau Simpson.”

“A pleasure,” the other man said as he shook both of your hands.

“So are you two enjoying the festival so far?” Tom asked, smile still on his face. “This small town isn’t too boring for you, is it, Skipper?”

“Not at all!” You assured him, shaking your head. “I think it’s quite a charming little place! And everyone has been so nice since I got here.”

“That’s good to hear,” he chuckled, eyes falling to your neck. “Where’s the lucky boy?”

You gave him a confused look, and Nat cleared her throat, stepping up.

“It’s so embarrassing,” she started, giving Tom a pointed look. “Javy and I have been seeing each other on the sly for a while now, and I didn’t even think he left a mark. I’ll have to tell him to be more careful next time.”

Tom glanced between the two of you, understanding dawning on his face. He gave another smile.

“Young love is such a wonderful thing, don’t you agree Beau?” He asked his partner, who just smiled in agreement. “Don’t keep it a secret for too long, Nat.”

“Of course,” she smiled.

“You two are being careful, aren’t you?” Asked Agent Simpson. Nat’s face could have been mistaken for a tomato from how hard she was blushing. Agent Simpson seemed to have realized what he said and a blush of his own crept onto his face.

“With the murders, I mean,” he explained quickly. Tom let out a chuckle as Nat cleared her throat. “We just got done giving a press conference. No curfew yet, but we’re advising young ladies to not be out at night on their own until we can find whoever is doing this.”

“Oh, of course!” You said, nodding your head in understanding. “We’re being careful! It’s such a shame what happened.”

“You two were there, weren’t you?” Tom asked.

“Yeah, we were,” you trailed off, feeling the nausea return at the memory of the girl’s body as it lay in the sand. You suppressed a shudder. “It was awful.”

“It was,” Beau agreed, giving you a sympathetic smile. “Which is why we don’t want to see anything happen to anyone else.”

“You don’t have to worry about us,” Nat said, a determined smile on her face as she looked at the two older men. Tom chuckled, eyes moving from her to you, still studying the mark on your neck.

“No,” he said finally. “I don’t suppose we will.”

You couldn’t help but think back to your conversation with Mrs. Cambroni.

As long as that bite remains on your neck, every sea person who lays eyes on it will know that you are spoken for.

“Well,” Tom started, eyes looking over your shoulder now, “you two ladies have fun! We won’t keep you any longer.”

He made to move, and Agent Simpson made to follow after him. The dark haired man stopped just after he passed you.

“Oh,” he said, “And don’t hesitate to let us know if you see anything suspicious, yeah?”

“We will!” Nat called after him as she started dragging you in the opposite direction. The whole exchange felt weird to you. Why had Tom asked Nat about who the lucky man was when he was looking at your neck? Why did he keep starting at it at all? What had he meant by not having to worry?

You took a deep breath, deciding that you were overthinking the matter and that Mrs. Cambroni’s stories had just gotten in your head. But even as you had made your mind up to ignore your questions, you couldn’t help but feel a pulse come from the base of your neck as if it were begging you to keep questioning.

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melanieph321 · 3 months

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Ruben Dias x Reader - Fake Love Part 4/8

⚠️ Warning ⚠️

18+

Reader is a kindergarten teacher. Nothing more nothing less. But following an accident whistle vacation in Dubai she somehow makes her boyfriend believe that she does somthing else for a living, something that earns her way more money than she has. Her boyfriend, Ruben, is just happy to have found someone who understands him so well, someone who doesn't want him for his money since money isn't an issue for neither reader or himself. Or so thinks. Would finding out the truth ruin their newfound relationship? Readers thinks so, and does everything to keep up the lie, although it has some bad people from the middle east looking for her.

Enjoy!

"Taxi!"

You called for one outside of the airport in London. You were tired from the journey and longed for a hot shower back at your apartment.

"Taxi!" You shouted, quite desperate for one to pull up.

"Y/N, chill." Alicia said. "Our ride will be here in a minute."

"Our ride?" You frowned.

Alicia nodded, phone still pressed to her ear. "I'm consulting the Siddiq family right now, see if they can send us a...."

Alicia's eyes widened with terror as you lunged for her phone, forcing her to hang up.

"Whatta fuck Y/N!"

"Are you crazy?" You hissed

"Am I crazy, are you crazy Y/N? Give me back my phone for fuck sakes."

You held her phone behind your back, refusing to return it. "Alicia we are not doing this. We can not continue spending somone elses money. It has to end. Right now."

"Why? They owe us don't they?"

"No Alicia, they owe us nothing, especially not you." It was not her leg that grilled in the fire. "The Siddiq family has shown us enough kindness then we deserve, this will not go on any longer, agreed?"

She didn't agree. However, she could tell how serious you were about this. "Fine." She said, stretching out a hand, demanding her phone back.

"Who are you gonna call?"

"Well, it's not Ghostbusters, is it? I'm calling a taxi."

You handed her back the phone, a sly smile on your face.

The days passed quickly there on, like your time in Portugal never happened. The burn on your leg healed but roughly, the skin not as smooth on that part of your leg. The only times it bothered you was when you got out of the shower, standing naked in front of the bathroom mirror. However, no one was gonna see you naked, at least not for some time. Yes, you felt guilty for giving Ruben a fake number, but you held your ground when it came to not live off of some rich business man in Dubai. It was the only reason Ruben was interested in you in the first place, because he thought you were rich like him. But no more lies. Meeting Ruben was a lie and even though falling for him felt real it was built on a lie and no relationship could ever flourish from somthing like that, right?"

"Miss?"

"Yes, Simon?"

You snapped out of your daydreams, peering over your desk to see one of your kindergarten students with a pen up their nose."

"It's stuck." He said.

You sighed, rising from behind your desk. "Let's go to the nurses office shall we?"

"Okay."

You had one of your colleagues come in and cover for you whilst you escorted Simon to the school nurse. Yes, your life was really back to it's glamorous self.

"Hey, Y/N? Need a lift?"

It was Byron, seen crossing the school parking lot to get to you. You were really not in the mood, still adjusting being back to work. All you wanted to do was go home and lay in your bath.

"Sure Byron, why not."

He was considered a friend, although you know he never really got over your brief hook up in university.

"The kids are glad to have you back."

"Oh, thanks Byron. That's nice of you to say."

He drove you home the long way, avoiding the highway that would only take you ten minutes to arrive.

"Not only the kids." He added. "I missed you too."

Your smile was stiff, but at least it was something.

"When Nina told me what happened to you in Dubai I got so worried that I had to take a day off just to calm myself down, not to worry the kids that their teacher wasn't coming back to work."

"That sweet of you Byron. But it wasn't a serious thrid degree burn, my skin heald pretty quickly." Your boss Nina made it seemed like you lost a limb or something. Mainly because Alicia's dramatic Tik Tok's had people assuming the worst. Even your parents called you in concern after your brothers came across one of Alicia's vlogs from the hospital in Dubai.

"Well, I'm just glad you're back."

"Thanks Byron."

He was a sweet guy, not relationship sweet, but a descent human being sweet. You appreciate how much he cared for you as a friend.

"I have no problems giving you a ride to and from work, I mean we're basically on the same schedule."

"Thanks Byron, but I don't think that will be necessary."

Alot of people had offered to help you out, even your boss suggested you'd cut back on your hours a work, however, it wasn't necessary. You needed something to take your mind off things. With things you meat, your agonizing thoughts of what could have been between you and Ruben.

Arriving home, you grabbed yourself a light snack from the fridge whilst waiting for your hot tub to fill with water. Once it did you, stripped yourself of your clothes, slipping I to the scolding water, allowing the heat to relax your muscles. You did not stay relaxed for long though, seeing as there was an incoming facetime call from your phone. "What?" You grunted, since now was not the time to hear about the latest gossip at Alicia's workplace.

"Hey, gorgeous,"

You stiffened at the sound of his voice.

"Ruben?"

You were looking into the screen of your phone, in disbelief of who was staring back at you. It was Ruben, with his hair sprouting in every direction as he looked to lay back in a bed, one arm draped behind his neck. "Um...hi." You stuttered, not really sure how any of this was possible.

Ruben smiled "I just wanted to see how you're doing and see if you're missing me as much as I'm missing you."

"Um, how...?"

"Did I get your real number?" He chuckled.

Heat rose to your face.

"Well, after calling "your number" over a hundred times, Fabio let me get in touch with your friend who told me what was going on."

"Alicia gave you this number?"

"Mhm." He nodded, tossing what looked to be a grape, into his mouth. "She told me that you thought that I wasn't that into you, that perhaps I was only out to screw you over or something."

"She did what?"

"It's ridiculous, I agree. How do you even come up with something like that? I mean you're the one who screwed me over by letting me call a fake number like an idiot."

There was a jab in your stomach as his tone was serious, laced with sincere hurt. "Ruben I'm so sorry. I didn't..."

"Let's not play the blame game." He waved. "Your friend made it clear that you haven't been dating for a while and that your game might be a bit stiff."

"Pardon?"

Ruben laughed.

"I am not stiff."

"I believe you." He said, although he had trouble talking between laughs. "I mean you look pretty relaxed in that bathtub back there."

You gasped when you realized. "Oh my god. Ruben I'm...." Embarrassed. You were terrible embaresssed, sinking deeper into the water to cover yourself. You and Ruben hadn't talked for days and the first thing he sees is you slipping him a nipple.

"It's okay, Y/N, really. The view is great from here."

"Oh shut up."

You put the phone away, letting Ruben have a good view of your bathroom ceiling. The tub needed more water, and bubbles, lots of of bubbles.

"There you are." He exclaimed, once you returned to the screen, now neck deep in in the water. "Thought I lost you for a sec."

"Ruben, maybe now is not the time." You said, tormentented by how stupid you must come across to him.

"Y/N." He said, his voice now restrained.

"What?" You muttered, trying to stare at anything but the screen.

"Look at me."

Your eyes looked up, meeting Ruben's kind gaze.

"You're good, okay. Sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable by calling unexpectedly. I just...." He sighed, a hand running through his already messy hair. "I can't seem to get you out of my mind."

You sunk deeper into the water, biting down on your lip. "Me too. I can't stop thinking about you either."

"Well, when can we meet?" He seemed excited that your feelings were mutual.

"Ruben, I'm not sure I'll be going back to Portugal anytime soon. I mean I have a job to do and..."

"Y/N." He said. No. Chuckled.

"What's so funny?" You frowned

"You really don't watch football do you?"

"What do you mean?"

Ruben sat up in bed, showing off the tracksuit he was wearing. "You said you've heard of Manchester United, no?"

"Yes, the English team that you told me played in the Premier League."

"Right. Well I play for their arche rivals Manchester City, meaning I live in Manchester, England."

"Wait what?"

"Yeah."

"So, you're not from Portugal?"

He chuckled. "I'm from Portugal Y/N, I was born and raise there. But just like you I was just on vacation. I got back to Manchester yesterday."

"So what you're saying is that we're both in England as we speak?"

"Yes. And my team has fixtures in London all the time, meaning I'll be able to come see you between games."

"Right."

The problem was that you had once again lied to Ruben when he asked you were in England you lived. You figured London sounded more suitable abode for a business woman, not Chells Way, Stevenage.

"Y/N, you alright?"

The downside about facetime was that your emotions were all on display. Ruben clearly caught your reaction to his offer and it was not what he had expected.

"Of course, there is no pressure for us to meet." He said, clearing his throat. "I just thought, that it was something that we both wanted."

"I want to meet." You nodded, although your voice betrayed you. "I just...my job, you know?" It was another lie. You were piling lie upon lie on this fake love of yours. Nevertheless, Ruben ate it all up, nodding understandingly. "I get it."

He was so kind. He didn't deserve this from you, from anyone.

"Ruben?" You whispered, following a moment spent in silence.

"Yes."

"I really missed you."

A muscle jerked in the corner of his lips. "I missed you too."

"Tell me." You sighed, leaning back against the tub, splashing water around yourself. "Tell me how much you've missed me."

Ruben froze for a brief moment, seeing you redirect the camera angle in a way that revealed more of your body.

"Alot." He gulped, watching you dip a hand between your legs.

"Yeah? Tell me more."

He couldn't see all of you through the murky water. But as the layers of bubbles disappeared with your slow shifts, the swell of your breast resurfacing.

"Oh, baby don't do this to me." Ruben's head fell back against his pillows as he too adjusted his camera angles. You watched him slip a hand down his sweatpants and stroke whatever he was hiding in there. "I missed you so much, wishing you were here, with me." He moaned, chest heaving up and down with his heavy breathing.

"Ruben, please. Tell me what you want to do to me." You up the pace of the movement between you legs. You we drawing small circles against your clit, the sensation sending chocks of lightning to your body's nerve endings.

"I want to fuck you, hard." He groaned.

"Yeah, and?"

"Fuck you hard and watch your tittes bounce when you ride me."

"Yes, and?" You were squinting your eyes, primitive moans leaving your mouth, echoing throughout your bathroom.

"And..." He grunted on the edge of something. His movements down his pants were faster than yours, unable to contain himself.

"And, Ruben? Please tell me."

"Baby, I can't. I'm close." Ruben's camera shook with the bouncing of his bed. You watch him please himself, please himself to the image of you.

"Me too baby, me too." You arched your back in the tub, one of your legs going over the edge, opening yourself up wider. "Look at me baby, watch me come for you."

He seemed unable to multitask, having to slow down as not to make himself come before you. He watched you please yourself to the point of screaming his name, you're fingers buried deep inside of you.

"Fuck." He groaned, staining his bedsheets with the erruption of his cock.

"That felt good." You smiled, regaining your breath, coming down from the high. "I can't believe I just did that."

"Me neither." Ruben said, no longer in his bed. He looked to be in a small bathroom, washing his hands. "Sametime tomorrow?"

You shook your head, unable to hide your smile. "Goodbye Ruben."

He smiled, a cheeky smile. "Goodbye Y/N."

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nattinatalia · 1 year

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Jack Harlow x Reader : Hospital Visits

A/N : I guess I have to remind you that I’m not a writer and I mainly do Instagram AUS. So to the anons that left me some pretty wild things with my last “fic”, don’t read if you don’t like. 🫶🏻😘

“Dude he’s going to flip.”

Clay nods “I know but he was already on stage.”

“Why didn’t she call any of us?” Urban asks.

Neelam shrugs “She was blowing up his phone and you know I usually have it so I can record for him while he’s performing, so I called her back and that’s when she told me.”

“You do know he’s going to want to go home for this right?”

Neelam nods “I do but he’s not going to be able to. He’s booked, he can’t leave.”

At that moment Jack is walking backstage after his performance. “What’s going on?”

“Y/N called, everything is ok though so don’t worry.” Neelam tells him.

That has him worried in an instant “What happened and where’s my phone?”

“Mia got pushed at school and she broke her arm.” Clay answers.

“WHAT?” He snatches his phone from Neelam’s hand and starts calling you. “She’s not answering.”

“She told mom they were still in the waiting room, so she’s probably not getting any signal in there.” Clay reassures his brother.

“Okay, let’s go, I want to be there before Mia gets in.”

“Jack, wait, you can’t leave just like that, you have an appearance tonight.” Neelam tells him, getting a bit annoyed at him.

Jack stares at her, “You’re crazy if you think I’m making a club appearance when my daughter is laying in a hospital bed with a broken arm.”

He then turns to look at his friends and brother. “You two can stay here, I’m going to see my daughter.” And he walks away, his security team and Urban behind him.

“You and KY go to the club if you want, but you should’ve known my brother wasn’t going to sit still, not when it concerns his family.” Clay says and follows after his brother.

Just then Urban walks back in, “Thank fuck you’re staying, you host the club for him.”

Urban chuckles “Nee, that’s my goddaughter, no way in hell am I staying here.”

*********

“Mama, where’s daddy?”

“He’s working baby, I left him a message so he’ll probably call us when he’s done performing.”

She sighs “But I’m scared and I want him here.”

You smile sadly at her, “I know mama, but everything will be okay I promise you.”

She nods “Okay.”

You and your daughter were currently in the emergency room. She would be getting surgery because she broke her arm in the playground.

Well that’s putting it lightly, she actually got pushed down the slide and it resulted in a visit to the emergency room in which they told you she indeed has a broken arm and will need surgery.

“How will I eat or play with brother mama? I need my arm.”

“It’s not a forever thing Mia, you’ll heal and your arm will be back like normal.”

She groans “But that’s forever.”

You nod. “But that means lots of cuddles and movies in bed.”

She smiles, “I guess that sounds fun.”

“You’re being brave bug, I’m proud of you.”

“It hurts though.”

“I know baby, hopefully they call us soon.”

Twenty minutes later and a run to the vending machine you were getting annoyed that they haven’t called for your daughter. As much as you want to go ask when they’ll get to your daughter, you have to also be understanding and wait until there’s room, or until everyone who has an appointment gets attended first.

“Mommy, me duele.”

“I-“

“Harlow? Mia Harlow?”

You stand once you hear them call your daughters name. “Oh let’s go honey, it’s time.”

******

Two long hours later, your daughter was out of surgery and in her hospital room. She was currently sleeping, but the doctor told you she would wake up soon.

“Hi Mrs. Harlow? Little one has some visitors.” A nurse comes popping her head in and opens the door.

You’re confused because you weren’t waiting on anyone since your mother in law had your son for the evening.

“Who is-“ you don’t finish your words because the door gets pushed open and in comes your husband, your brother in law, and your compadre. “What are you guys doing here?”

“We rushed here for the princess.” Clay says

You nod “I see you also made a pit stop.” You look at the balloons and teddy bears. “She’ll love that.”

“Jack wanted to buy the entire gift shop but somehow there’s a limit on balloons per person here.” Urban jokes.

You smile and go up to your husband. “Didn’t you have to host a club tonight?”

“Like I told Neelam, I wasn’t going to go to a club when my daughter was in here.”

“I’m guessing that didn’t go well?”

Clay scoffs “She’s acting a bit crazy as of lately, she needs to relax.”

“Wait, but how did Mia get hurt?” Urban asks, he’s currently putting on some gloves and going towards the bed and checking on Mia.

“Stop messing around.” Jack tells him.

“The school called me, told me Mia was hurt but that it wasn’t severe. When I got there Mia was crying and clutching at her arm.” You look at Jack. “They didn’t even tell me she was pushed, I asked Mia what had happened and she said a boy kept bugging her since the morning, she told him to leave her alone, she told her teacher but I guess the situation wasn’t handled correctly. The boy decided pushing her down the slide was something he had to do for tattling.”

Your husband shakes his head and goes to lay next to Mia, careful not to hurt her. “I guess moving schools or getting homeschooled should be something we talk about later.”

“Babe no, she’s a child, she should have a childhood. We can go talk to the school, but if it makes you feel better changing her schools, then we’ll do that. But that’s also something we need to talk to her about.”

He nods “Was she scared?”

“She just wanted you, but she understood that you were working.”

Your daughter starts stirring in bed waking up. “Hi baby, cómo estás? Cómo te sientes mi vida.?”

She looks around the room, then to her left and gasps “Daddy?” Then she looks to her right and smiles. “Nino Urby and Tio Clay.”

“Hi baby.”

“Hey princess.”

“Hi Mia bug.”

“How are you feeling baby?” Jack asks his daughter, brushing her hair out of her face.

“It hurts a little.” She then lifts up her arm to look at her cast. “Ohh, pretty color.”

“That is a nice purple huh?”

She nods “My favorite color daddy.”

“I know and look, we got you balloons and teddy’s.”

She smiles “Thank yous.” She then looks up at Jack who’s still laying next to her. “You gonna work daddy?”

He shakes his head. “Nope, I'm going to stay until my baby feels better. Then we’re going home and watch all your favorite movies.”

She gasps “And cuddles?”

“Oh, most definitely. We can never forget about cuddles, and we’ll even use those fluffy blankets your mama has in the closet.”

“With the lions and zebras?”

Jack nods. “Anything my princess wants.”

She smiles at that. “Nino and tio go with us too?”

“You got it.” Clay answers her.

“Only if I get the fluffiest blanket and get to cuddle with you.” Urban answers.

“But I want to cuddle with daddy and mama.”

“Fine but then I’m next in line for some Mia cuddles.”

“Deal.”

**********

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jungle-angel · 1 year

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Sick Boys (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: There’s nothing a father wouldn’t do for his sons

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Rhett felt the phone in his back pocket vibrating, thinking it was you, his mother or Royal, his hand fidgeting and feeling hopelessly for the phone that was practically glued to his buttcheek. When he looked at the screen, he was a little unnerved to find that it was the school calling.

“Hello?”

“Hi, yes is this Rhett Abbott?” a woman’s voice enquired.

“Yes ma’am,” Rhett answered.

“Hi Mr. Abbott, this is Leslie Powers calling from the Amelia County Steiner School, I have Tatum and Tanner both down here in the nurse’s office,” the woman explained. “Is there any chance that you or their mother could come and get them?”

“I’ll be down in fifteen,” Rhett answered before he hung up.

As soon as he hung up, Rhett rode straight back to the barn and stabled the horse before heading for the truck and dialing your number on the way out.

“Rhett?” you asked once you picked up. “Rhett? Everything ok?”

“Yeah I gotta go get the boys,” Rhett told you. “They’re in the nurse’s office.”

“Oh my God! Is everything ok?”

“My guess is they knocked heads playing with Desmond and Colt or something,” Rhett explained as he drove. “I dunno why, all I’m seein is them puking their guts up. You still at work?”

“Yeah and I can’t leave my students,” you explained. “We’re out on the trail.”

“No worries Darlin I’m grabbing them to see what the damage is,” Rhett told you. “Ya’ll mind messagin Ma and Dad?”

“Not at all baby, stay safe.”

Rhett gave a hasty reply before hanging up and taking the shortcut along the backroads before he pulled up to the school where your kids and Amy all attended. Rhett made his way in, checking in at the front desk before he found his way to the nurse’s office where Tatum and Tanner were both sitting on a little bench, both of them coughing like Royal after he had finished smoking a foot long Cuban cigar.

“I’m so sorry about this Rhett,” Leslie apologized. “They started coughing and it’s just a nasty, wet mess.”

“Hey no worries,” Rhett assured her. “Kids are gonna get sick one way or another.”

Leslie handed off the boys backpacks before Rhett scooped them both up and brought them both to the truck, buckling them into their carseats before that awful wet hacking started again.

“Alright my little troublemakers,” he told them. “Ya’ll are going straight to a doctor.”

Rhett drove straight to the walk-in clinic where Pete, a close family friend of yours, had his practice. The minute he saw Rhett walking in with the boys, he didn’t even bat an eye. He told Rhett to go straight to the room at the back.

“Alright Rhett, what happened this time?” Pete asked him.

“Boys are sick,” Rhett answered. “Nasty wet coughs that just won’t stop.”

Pete took a closer look at the both of them, listening to two sets of lungs and in total disbelief at how plugged up both of the boys were. “Yep,” Pete concluded. “Probably the worst case of bronchitis I’ve ever heard.”

“Oh fuck me,” Rhett groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“You know the drill,” Pete told him. “Antibiotics for ten days, both of them and plenty of hot steam.”

Rhett sighed, gathered up the boys and headed for home, definitely not looking forward to the next ten days.

As soon as he got home, Rhett unloaded the boys, who by this point were crying and coughing from how sick they were. Cecelia had met him on the porch, taking Tanner right into her arms and patting his back to get the mucous out.

“Oh my God,” she remarked when he started coughing. “Even you and Perry wouldn’t get it this bad when you were their age.”

“I feel awful Ma,” Rhett said, gently rocking Tatum on his hip and rubbing his back. “They’re still small little guys and I can’t take the sickness outta them.”

“Here,” Cecelia said. “Ya’ll c’mon in. (Y/n)’s due home soon but I think we can pull it together.”

And pull it together they did. Cecelia hauled out her old medicine book, full of old school remedies passed down from her mother. Rhett stuck both boys in a hot bath, letting them breathe in the steam until Cecelia had him take them out and stick them in their plaid button-down pjs, Tatum in navy blue and Tanner in red.

“Here,” Cecelia told Rhett. “Keep their shirts unbuttoned hand have’em lay down on the bed. I’ve got Vick’s in the medicine cabinet.”

Rhett brought Tatum and Tanner both into your shared bedroom, laying them both down before slathering it all over their backs and all over their little chests. The hacking subsided, but their poor little faces were both red with tendrils of blonde hair stuck to them.

As soon as both boys were buttoned back up, Rhett began piling on the blankets, including the quilt Cecelia had made for your wedding. “Daddy, I don’t feel good,” Tatum croaked as he stood up and hugged his father.

“I know buddy, I know,” Rhett murmured, patting his son’s back. “You’re gonna get better soon.”

He laid Tatum back down on his back, pushing his son’s blonde hair out of his face and kissing his forehead before crawling in between them. Tatum and Tanner scooted a bit closer, resting their heads on Rhett’s chest, just like they used to when they were babies. Soon, they were snoring away, the wetness in their lungs still audible, even as Rhett turned his gaze to the door to find you standing there with a blush in your cheeks.

“How’d it go Daddy?” you teased.

“They’re asleep,” Rhett answered. “Probably will be for a few hours.”

You kissed his forehead and his cheeks, still taking in the sight of your boys all snuggled into their father. “What?” Rhett chuckled when he saw the look on your face.

You giggled a little bit.

“Darlin c’mon, I know that look,” Rhett teased, his smile growing broader.

“You wanna have another one?” you asked him.

“Let’s make sure these two are better first,” Rhett answered. “Then we’ll talk.”

You kissed his lips before fixing the quilt and scooting in to snuggle with your boys, all of you drifting off to sleep and safe from the world outside.

#outer range #rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #lewis pullman #lewis pullman x reader

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rory-butnot-gilmore · 1 year

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Little Moments in Time

You and Sarah make dinner for Joel and Tommy before you leave for a business trip. The world then falls apart, and you find yourself separated from your family. 20 years later, a weird twist of events leads you back to the man you loved.

Pairing: joel x fem!reader

themes/warning: oh yeah, there is angst this time, death and violence, pain and sadness, with a little bit of fluff if you squint <3 also, there are some parts that i tried really hard to do extra research on so it wasn't like completely off trail from the canon storyline, but I couldn't find much.

part one

september 24th, 2003

You and Sarah both danced around the kitchen, while you made barbecue chicken and rice. It was supposed to be spaghetti night, but after your recent trip to the doctors and finding out you had celiac disease, gluten free options started to be incorporated. Joel and Sarah definitely didn't mind though, because both of them thought the things you cooked instead were great. Joel didn't even notice some of the differences in the things you made sometimes.

"So, what is it you're doing again? On your trip?" Sarah asked as she grabbed down a can of corn from the cabinet. You looked at it and made a mental note to make sure Joel went shopping for groceries.

"So now that I am an actual nurse, I am going to Chicago to help out with some younger college students somethings I know about nursing," You explained to Sarah, who smiled and nodded. She loved your job, and was always so curious about the things with it. Joel teased that Sarah would follow in your footsteps.

"When you get back, we are going shopping for my maid of honor dress right?" Sarah poured the corn into a small pot.

"Yes we are, are you excited?" You nudged her with your elbow, and she giggled before nodding.

Things had been official between both you and Joel since the week after your second date. You went everywhere with him and Sarah by then, all of her soccer games, every school recital, and every moment. By the fourth year of dating, you gave up the apartment life and moved in with them. Then last year, Joel finally proposed after dragging his feet for so long. You didn't mind the delay though, because life for the two of you already seemed so perfect.

"Oh damn it smells great in here!" Tommy exclaimed as he came through the door, he grinned at the two of you when he came into the kitchen.

"Hey, how was work?" You turned off the stove, and grabbed the plates that Sarah had already gotten down. Joel came in behind Tommy, and gave Sarah a quick kiss on the head. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, as you made Sarah a plate.

“It was shit, don’t let Tommy tell you any different, the bastard didn’t tell me how anyone the guys we have to work with are this time,” Joel laughed, “The plans are coming along though, and we should be able to start on it within the next day or two,”

“Well hopefully your string of good luck continues babe,” You kissed his cheek, and handed him Sarah’s plate, “Tommy you can come make a plate,”

“Thanks Y/n, you know I still don’t understand why Joel got to end up with you?” Tommy made his eight year old joke. Joel flipped him off and made his plate and made a plate for you.

“Hm, I mean if I remember correctly, you were too busy making out with one of my best friends?” Sarah laughed, covering her mouth to stop the water she had just drank from spraying out. She started coughing a little, but she was still laughing at your comeback.

“How is my dear old friend doing?” Tommy came behind Joel and grabbed his plate to start making it. You grabbed three beers out of the refrigerator for the Miller brothers, and yourself. Everyone sat down at the table together, and started talking about your days. Sarah talked about a test she passed. Tommy told an embarrassing story about Joel from the day. Joel squeezed your hand while you talked about your flight leaving in the morning. Tommy headed out a little bit after you cleaned up from dinner. You helped Sarah get her curls into a style that would help keep them from getting ruined during the night. Once she was all set, you and Joel started your night time routine.

Once you thought Joel was done with the shower, you climbed in. You sighed happily as the water rinsed over your skin. Before your hair was even completely wet, Joel climbed back into the shower. You rolled your eyes but turned to look at him. Joel was unapologetically looking you up and down, and pulled you against him.

“I figured I could rinse the grime off of me before I ambushed you,” Joel shrugged, and explained his reasoning for not just suggesting a shower together in the first place.

“Joel Miller, are you trying to seduce me before marriage?” You teased, and he shook his head.

“Mm, no, no I don’t think I would ever do such a thing?” Joel started to kiss your jaw and neck, his hands resting on your lower back, fingers just barely tracing the top of the curve of your ass.

“Sarah isn’t asleep yet, so this is holding off for right now,” You played with the hair at the nape of his neck, not really wanting the touches to stop. Joel groaned but still pulled back, smoothing your now wet hair down and out of your face.

“I don’t know how her or I are going to do without you for a whole five days?” Joel whispered, and kissed your forehead, “Sar’s cooking lessons better have been paying off, if she’s going to be cooking for me on my birthday,”

“She will do phenomenal, she wants to make you pancakes, I know you’re super stressed with work, but I left you a grocery list so you can make sure you make her dreams come true,”

“Isn’t it supposed to be my dreams coming true? It’s my birthday?” You glared at him, and started washing your hair. Joel swatted your hands away and helped you scrub the shampoo into your scalp.

“I’ll get the pancake mix, we will call you while eating our pancakes, you can sing me happy birthday while I do,” Joel teased, and helped get your hair rinsed out. You leaned your head back and he kissed your neck gently.

“Then when I get home, her and I go to pick out her dress, pick up my dress, and then we will be two weeks out from me marrying you, old man,” You wrapped your arms around him, and pecked his lips, “Cold feet?”

“I’m about to be thirty-six years old, and I’m marrying the most beautiful, smart, and loving woman I have ever met,” Joel’s voice was softer now, “The same woman who loves that awesome daughter of mine, plus she’s a bit younger than me so that totally boosts my ego,”

You raised an eyebrow and he laughed a little.

“My feet are as hot as they could be Y/n.”

september 25th, 2003

Joel drove you and Sarah to the airport in your car. Sarah teared up more the closer you got to the security. You were quick to pull her into a tight hug.

“Hey, it’s going to be okay, it’s only five days and I will be home,” You whispered, trying your hardest to fight back your own tears, “You can call me each day too, I won’t mind, I have my cell,”

“I love you mom.” Sarah blurted it out so fast, that both you and Joel were taken aback by it. You didn’t hesitate for too long though before you were holding her even tighter. Joel pulled both of you into a group hug, and everyone said their I love you’s. No one said goodbye, just reminders that you would be home soon. That this was only a temporary thing.

You didn’t let yourself fully cry until you were on the plane, and you cried until you landed. Sarah called you mom, for the first time in eight years, she called you mom. It made your heart swell ten times the size it already was. Sarah held such a special place in your heart, that was never a doubt. There was a certain kind of satisfaction knowing that you held the same spot in hers.

You got off the plane and took the cab to the hotel, that was where you first met the next person who would change the course of your life for the next twenty-years. She was twenty-four years old, and with her best friend. The two of them were laughing in the lobby of the hotel, but hers was the loudest. She was going to be your mentee during the trip, but in the end she was so much more.

“Oh!” She finally saw your name tag, and waved you down, “You’re Y/n! I’m Anna, I guess you’re in charge of me for this whole thing huh?”

“Anna, it’s great to meet you,” You shook her hand and then her friend’s.

“I’m Marlene, not here for the nursing stuff, just this annoying person right here.” Marlene nudged Anna, who had no problem nudging back.

Marlene went on her own adventure, while you and Anna went to the first activity. It was in the local hospital, and the senior nurses explained how the next five days would be. Anna was a jokester, and you knew that she was going to cause a bit of trouble. Still though, she was fun to be around. The first day went by really quick just with her jokes alone.

That night after a bar outing with Marlene, you and Anna were in your hotel room together. She was sitting in the chair that was to your desk, with her feet propped up on the bed you were sitting on. The two of you were talking about anything and everything. Just bonding over whatever you could find.

“Okay, so you’re only thirty, you’re about to be married and a step-mom?” Anna laughed, and you nodded with a grin on your face.

“You know, I don’t like the step part of it, but I do like the sound of mom,” You smiled, thinking about Sarah, “Joel, my fiancé, does nothing but tell me about how I saved them, but in reality they saved me more than they know,”

“I can’t even imagine where I will be in six years, at thirty, but it definitely doesn’t feel like I would be a mother.”

september 26th, 2003

You, Anna, and Marlene were all in your hotel room. The emergency broadcast was going off, and you were all watching everything unfold. When your cellphone started to ring, you answered it before the second ring went off. It was Sarah, and she was asking if you knew what was happening.

“I woke up and Dad isn’t here, and-” Sarah screamed a little, and the line went dead. Your entire body started to shake.

“Sarah?! Sarah, baby! Sarah!” You were yelling into the phone, hoping that her voice would come through the dial tone. You never got to hear her voice again though.

The next three days, were more torture than you could even imagine. The three of you were all escorted out of the hotel by military eventually, and made your way to a safe zone. It didn’t feel safe though, none of it did. You put Sarah, Joel, and Tommy on a name list. So that it could be broadcasted soon enough. Eventually you were all within a QZ. You waited everyday for any sign of the Millers, hoping they would eventually show up. It didn’t take long before you all started to catch onto the bullshit that was FEDRA, and that was when the Fireflies became a part of your life.

2009

You found the safe house, Marlene should have been there already. Then you heard the screams, and you ran around to the backside of the house. You went through the back door, and busted into a bedroom. Anna was on the floor, a baby with an umbilical cord still attached laying in front of her, and an infected dead off to the side. Anna was breathing heavy, and the baby was crying.

“You k-know how I said I couldn’t see my self being a mother at thirty?” Anna was breathing heavily as you rushed closer, she cut the umbilical cord with her own knife and started to tie it off, “Looks like I was wrong, but also right,”

She bent her leg out, and you saw the bite on her inner thigh. Your entire heart stopped and you dropped down to your knees. Anna was shaking a bit, but she picked up her baby anyways. The tiny infant calmed down looking at her mother.

“Anna, what are we going to do? I mean Marlene should be here soon, but was the baby? I mean?” You were stumbling over all your words. The girl who had become your family was dying, and there was nothing you could do.

“You are going to take Ellie, wait for Marlene downstairs, and I am going to ask you one last favor Y/n,” Anna whispered, “Make sure she’s loved, make sure she’s safe, and please kill me before I hurt you,”

“No, no, I’ll take her soon, I’ll go downstairs, but I can’t.. Marlene will be here soon, she needs to get to say goodbye Anna, and you h-have a little time, spend these last minutes with your daughter,” You sat against the wall next to Anna, watching her with the baby. She glared at you for a moment, before giving up and looking at Ellie.

“She’s so damn beautiful Y/n, and I will.. I will never get to see what she becomes,” Anna whispered, “If anyone asks, y-you know I cut the umbilical cord before I was bit? They would never let her live other wise,”

“If they ask, I was here the entire time.” You whispered, and laid your head on her shoulder.

2023

Every part of you wanted to kill Marlene, for dragging you back to Boston. After you knew Ellie was safe, you decided to set out and try and find whatever you could about the Millers. Any kind of sign of what happened to them. Now, fourteen years later you were back at your original QZ. After they ran their tests, and you lied and explained you were coming from the fallen QZ in Chicago, they let you inside. You showed up at the building Marlene had explained to you over the radio, and made your way inside. You quietly snuck your way in, your gun ready to shoot at any sign of trouble.

You slowly went up the stairs, and then heard a loud thud. When you made it to the top, you saw Marlene holding her side, with another woman standing next to her. There was a man and a woman with their backs turned to you, and a younger girl on the floor.. A girl who looked almost identical to her mother.

“Get your gun out of her face.” You snapped, and the man turned around. Then your entire heart fell down into your stomach even more than it was seeing Ellie.

He was standing there, and he was alive. Marlene was watching the both of you, waiting for the blow up. His eyes though, they stayed on you, and then trailed to the chain around your neck. Hanging off of it was a simple diamond ring, that he remembered clear as day picking out with his daughter. He looked older, seemed different, but yet you felt like home was standing only a few feet in front of you. You lowered your gun and glanced at Ellie, who was staring at you like she knew exactly who you were. In reality, she might have, she did have a picture of you that you slipped in with her stuff when you left her at the military school. It was your picture name tag from the convention you met her mom at.

“Y/n?” Ellie and Joel said your name at the same exact time, and for a moment it sounded like the world stood still.

next part

#joel and sarah #the last of us #joel miller #reader insert #prompts #pedro pascal #oneshots #joel miller x reader #joel x y/n #the last of us actually wants to kill me #the last of us hbo #ellie williams

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simpforchuchu · 6 months

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Hello! How are you? Can I please get some HCs for Nakagoshi meeting the reader when she's a volunteer nurse at the hospital he's at after the Three School Alliance attack, they start getting close and one day a man takes her hostage at the hospital and he lets her call one person, she tells Nakagoshi that she loves him and if things go bad, then please live a good life. She's fine but he's thinking the worst thing possible. Thanks, and as always if you're not comfortable, just tell me so!

One Last Chance | Nakagoshi x Nurse!reader

a/n: Hello, I’m struggling about writing too much these days but here it is🫡 It was really sad to write but i loved the idea 😭 I hope you like it 🌸💕

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: blood, gunshots, mostly angst

* The young girl did not know that that day, a young patient who came to the emergency service would change her life. She had seen many cases in this hospital where she worked as a volunteer nurse. But one of them had changed her completely.

* The patient, whom a young boy with blond dreadlocks was running after crying, was a young high school student like him.

* He had bleeding and brain trauma as a result of the damage to his head. And it looked serious.

* While the doctors were taking him in to check him, the young girl looked at his friend crying outside. The boy crying on the ground hurt her heart too.

* She filled a glass of water from the water dispenser on the side and handed it to the crying child. Although he was a little surprised, after a while she learned that the name of the boy who accepted the water and thanked her was Nakaoka and his friend's name was Nakagoshi.

* After some time, she witnessed the happiness in the young boy's eyes when the doctors said that there was no problem but that he would have to stay in the hospital for a while.

* According to his junior, he was injured to save his life. What a beautiful soul at this young age, the young girl thought.

* She continued her checks and care throughout the night. She was upset when she heard the other nurses talking about this kid as a delinquent. Yes, he looked like one, but she still thought he was a gentle soul.

* y/n took care of him while he was in the hospital. He was quiet, calm, gentle, but she could see the determination and maturity of an adult in his eyes.

* His bandaged hair looked pretty cute and even he smiled when he looked in the mirror.

* When his family saw that he was okay - after a long scolding - they left. Since she didn't want him to be alone, she would often visit his room and play card games with him.

* And she was sure that he was not the delinquent he seemed, but a very sweet person.

* Y/n was a young girl around the same age as him. Being friends wasn't that hard. But Nakagoshi was already starting to like her.

* He began to visit her frequently even after he was discharged. He brought her lunch, wanted to go out with her on her days off

* Ooki Nakagoshi felt like he had found his first true love.

* But he never had the courage to tell her.

* One day, when he came to the hospital to bring her lunch as usual, he saw police and a crowd in front of the building. When he asked with fear what was going on, he thought his heart stopped when he heard that some criminals had taken a nurse hostage.

* How long had she been inside? Or was she inside?

* He called. Nobody answered it. He called again. But there was no answer.

* When y/n called him back a few minutes later, he thought she was safe, smiled and picked up the phone.

* But he froze at the sound of her trembling voice.

* “Ooki, listen to me carefully. Please don't interrupt me, okay? They gave me a chance to say goodbye to someone..."

* Nakagoshi swallowed, no words came out of his mouth

* “I always wanted to tell you this, but it wasn't easy.. I love you. I really love you. You are my first love…. I told you, didn't I?” The young girl giggled. But Nakagoshi knew she was crying. “If things go bad, please. Please don't blame yourself. Live a good life. Love someone, marry and have kids. I will be watching you smiling.”

* A sob escaped Nakagoshi's lips. He had had many opportunities to tell her that he loved her. But he was a coward.

* Then a gunshot was heard. Nakagoshi dropped the phone in his hand to the ground. At that moment, without thinking, he passed through the crowd and ran inside.

* Even though the police inside wanted to stop him, they couldn't. He ran upstairs and saw someone covered in blood on the floor. And that a police officer was holding a young girl.

* He stared at her for a few seconds in shock. When Y/n turned her head and saw the young boy staring at her, she could no longer hold back the sobs she had been holding back for a while.

* When she started sobbing, Nakagoshi ran over and hugged her. He hugged her so tightly that y/n thought her bones would break.

* "I love you. I love you more than everything. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you this before. I love you so much."

* The young girl knew that the owner of the arms hugging her tightly was also crying. But they both didn't care. This was a new chance for them...

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russellsppttemplates · 2 years

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Bestfriends (George Russell)

George and Y/N finally get to see Olivia's new bestfriend

Note: english is not my first language, here is some dad!George content that I hope you like!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so as I'll try to get to them the best I can!

Tw: mentions of trying to get pregnant, pregnancy (i.e. morning sickness), giving birth

If you thought you had seen George's more emotional side during your pregnancy, nothing could have prepared you for the baby's birth. Your husband was incredible all throughout your labour, having no problem on being on his knees or crouched down while supporting your body if it meant that it helped you (the perks of marrying and athlete), all of the nurses and midwives gushing about his worry for your well being and his promptness to help in any way he could. And when you gave the final push, little Olivia Russell let out a high pitch scream that George and you would remember forever, the picture of your daughter doing skin to skin on your chest forever engraved in George's brain. And did he cry, all of the emotions from seeing you in pain and distress to now having a family of his own, George Russell became the proudest father out there. Olivia slept her first full night? You knew he'd brag about it. His daughter flashed him a gummy smile? The picture was in the Mercedes group chat in no time. The video of her first steps? He would show it to everyone at any given time (Charles did not have the heart to tell him that he had already seen Olivia's little legs stomping on the floor about 30 times). Pictures of his wife and baby girl playing precisely taken so their faces wouldn't show too much? All over his Instagram account (Alex will admit he does miss making fun of his numerous shirtless pictures but little Olivia's cuddles whenever you visit the paddock make it worth it).

As expected, Olivia Russel was a proud daddy's girl, and when her pre-school teacher told her class that they were having career day later that week, she knew she wanted to bring her father in to tell all her friends how he drives his fast car and wins all the races. "Mummy", she asked you from the backseat of your car where she was safely straped in her car seat, "yes honey?", you asked, looking at her through the rear view mirror while you waited for the gate to open, "will you be sad if I bring daddy with me to career day at school?", she asked, her big blue eyes looking at you as you parked the car inside the garage, "No, I won't be sad. And I think daddy will be very happy to go with you", you smiled at her, thankful that it was the winter break and he could easily work around his schedule to make it to her school.

Getting out of the car, you grabbed your bag before opening Olivia's door, helping her out of her seat and handing her her backpack, "Thank you mummy, I love you!", she said as she hugged your legs, "I love you too, now let's hurry inside because a little birdie told me you were hungry", you said as you both finally got inside the house.

Olivia was cuddled on your lap while you watched some cartoons and waited for George to get home from his workout when you heard the gravel outside and, a few seconds later, George's car stopping inside the garage. A moment later, George appeared in the living room, kissing the top of your head as he tickled your daughter's ears, "Hello my loves, did you have a good day?", he said, Olivia looking up and opening her arms so George could join the cuddle, prompting your husband to sit next to you and invade her with kisses. "Daddy, stop, please! I have a question for you!", she said once he stopped kissing her cheeks, "what is it, princess?", he said as he stretched his arm over your shoulder, "can you come to my career day at school and tell my friends about your car?", she asked, blue eyes looking at his matching ones, "Of course darling, thank you for inviting me", he said, "You're welcome daddy".

On Friday morning, Olivia walked inside your room while you were getting dressed, "your shirt is very nice mummy, you look very pretty", she said as she looked at you, watching George leave the bathroom, "mummy, can I have a bow that's the same colour of daddy's shirt?", Olivia asked as she looked at George's blue and white striped shirt. You went back to her room and found a pretty good match, clipping it carefully on her hair and sending a picture of the two loves of your life to the family group chat, Allison sending a couple of heart emojis while Cara replied It's still hard to believe my baby brother has a 4 year old, good luck with your presentation guys!

You had arrived a bit later than you intended to, an accident that fortunately looked worse than it was blocking the roads when you left work to see George and Olivia's presentation, only catching the second half of it.

"I'm sorry I was late, but I still saw half of your presentation handsome, I really liked it! And you honey", you crouched so you were at her level, "Mummy's sorry she couldn't be here on time, the traffic was terrible today", you apologised as you stroked her cheek, your daughter immediately kissing your palm like she had seen you do so many times when George cupped your cheek, "it's alright mummy. Daddy just told the story he always tells, you know it already. And you've known daddy for awhile, you already know what is job is", she reasoned while George smiled at his two girls, choosing to not feel offended at his daughter's choice of words.

When you were already in bed that night, you decided to bring a thought that had been nagging you since that afternoon, "you know, seeing all the little siblings Olivia's friends have just made me even surer that this is a good time for the second one", you mumbled. You and George had been trying for a good bit and so far no baby Russell in the womb, "we have to keep trying, Olivia took us a bit too, we will have another little one soon", George said as he flipped you, your back hitting the mattress, "and I must agree with our daughter, you looked very pretty today. All of the other fathers were looking at my wife when only I can do this", he said as his hand travelled to your shorts, your night just beggining.

Silverstone was always special. While George was doing his media duties, you and Olivia were in the Mercedes hospitality lounge waiting for George when you felt your stomach turn. You grabbed your juice from the table as you watched Jack Wolff who, despite being older, had amazing patience and played with Olivia with some building blocks, taking sips as you assumed your energy levels were a bit off after running around the kids and having had your last meal a good number of hours ago.

When you felt everything come up, you ran to the closest bathroom, Olivia following you with Toto right beside her. You flushed the toilet just in time for Olivia to get inside, watching you sat on the toilet as you wiped your mouth, "mummy are you okay?", your little girl asked, earning a nod, "how are you feeling, Y/N?", Toto said as he watched some colour come back to your cheeks, "a bit better, that just came out of nowhere", you muttered, offering Olivia a small smile hoping that it would ease the crease between her eyebrows, "Mummy's fine, I probably had something to eat that didn't settle well, im going to rest up bit and then I'll be better", you reassured her as you heard your husband's voice coming from the corridor.

Knowing how much she liked it when daddy was next to her when she was sick, Olivia left the bathroom to look for George, thinking that you too would like to have him with you, "Daddy", Olivia called, grabbing his attention, "Hi darling", he said as he scooped her up in his arms, "mummy was sick on the toilet but Toto and I helped her and she's better now", making George head to his driver's room like his daughter pointed.

While Olivia, half reluctantly, went back to the lounge with Susie and Jack, George stayed with you in his room while Toto went to grab a sugary drink and some water, "My love, how are you? Are you okay?", he asked, his hand going on your neck checking for your temperature as he inspected you. "You know, the last time you threw up in that very same bathroom, you were pregnant with little Olivia", Toto said as he entered, placing the drinks on the table before leaving you two in the room, patting George on the back before closing the door, you and George looking at eachother as he grabbed your hands, "I haven't had my period yet", you whispered, afraid that saying it outloud would jinx it. "If you want to we can go and get a test tomorrow, darling", George offered and you nodded.

Back at the hotel, you were laying in bed as you got ready for sleeping while George was helping Olivia with her pyjamas, "Daddy, can I sleep with you and mummy tonight?", Olivia asked quietly, "I promise I won't move", she saved quickly, and receiving a confirmation from you, George grabbed his daughter and set her in your bed, "I'm just going to take a quick shower, I'll be right back my loves. Call for me if you need anything", your husband said before he entered the ensuite. Approaching you carefully, your daughter spoke softly, "Are you feeling better mummy?", she asked as you noticed her apprehensiveness, "I am, honey. Come here", you said as you opened your arms, Olivia immediately cuddling into your arms, "Mummy just needs a good sleep and then she'll be back as new", you said, smiling at your beautiful daughter, "I'm going to give you a magic kiss like grandma gives me when I'm sick", she said as she puckered her lips on yours, "thank you darling, I feel better already", earning your a smile on her little face that grew more and more similar to her father's as she got older.

When George got out of the bathroom, he was presented with a delightful view. You were asleep on your back, one arm around your daughter, who had fallen asleep on your chest with her hand clutching your pyjama shirt while her other hand was next to yours, resting on your tummy.

The next morning, a team member knocked on the hotel door with a bag from Toto, and when George opened it, he saw three boxes of pregnancy tests inside. Playing cartoons on the TV for Olivia, you and George waited for the results in the bathroom, time slowly ticking, "last time these were a bit of a flop", you remembered the negative signs on them only to find out you were expecting in your appointment, "we'll take it with a pinch of salt this time", George said, kissing your forehead, "I love you and I'm always going to be here to support you, no matter what. You and Olivia are the most important people in my life", he said as you snuggled further into his chest. The timer beeped and your grabbed the three tests all at once, turning them to see that they were all positive, the lines clear as day as you showed them to George, "Do you have space for one more?".

Now that the doctor had confirmed that everything was okay and that you were now around 15 weeks pregnant, you and George decided that it was time to tell Olivia that she was becoming a big sister. When she was back from pre-school, she sat on the sofa while you and George kneeled in front of her, "we have a surprise for you Olivia", George said, and your curious little girl was all ears from there, "what is it?", she asked, looking around the room as she looked for something different. "You remember when you asked where your friend Emily's baby sister came from?", you initiated, remembering how youband George had managed to answer your daughter's curiosity, "yes, you said that her parents love eachother very very much and their love is growing into another heart, and that heart is Emily's sister's", she recalled. "Good job darling. Well, mummy and daddy also love eachother very very much and so", George said as you lifted your loose top, your baby bump showing a lot more now than it had when you were roughly the same time with Olivia, "you're going to be a big sister Olivia", George said, smiling as he waited for her reaction. Her blue eyes opened wide as well as her mouth that was forming an O shape, pushing herself off of the sofa so she could be at leve with your bump, "really? Is that a baby in there, mummy?", she asked, stretching her hand but refraining from touching you, afraid she'll hurt you, "yes Olivia, the baby is very tiny and they need to grow a bit more but they're in my tummy. You can touch if you want to", you encouraged, her little hand mimicking her father's who had been there the whole time, the little girl giggling as she bent down to place a sweet kiss above your bellybutton, the tears now flowing freely from your eyes.

"Which one would you think they are, baby brother or baby sister?", the technician asked Olivia while squeezing the gel on your tummy, "I want a baby sister because she will play with me, but I also want a baby brother because it would be fun to play with him too like I play with Jack. Oh, can I have both?", she put it simply, making everyone in the room laugh. "I'm afraid that's not how it works, I only have one baby in my belly", you explained as you watched your daughter's defeated expression, "Come here, sit on daddy's leg instead of mummy's lap so we can see the baby on the screen there", George explained as this was Olivia's first time in a room like this when she wasn't the baby in question.

"What are they?", your daughter asked as soon as the first image showed up on the screen, "You have to be patient darling, if they are anything like you, they may not even let us see! Did you know that you were a cheeky baby and only allowed us to know later?", George recalled the failed attempt at the first gender reveal appointment from Olivia's pregnancy. The technician moved the wand around, allowing you to listen to the heartbeat, "Oh, this one is easy. Congratulations, it's a baby boy", she said, smiling as she kept moving the wand.

George was holding his little girl, looking at you and your baby boy and his eyes quickly clouded with tears, "we're getting a little boy this time? Darling, it's a baby brother", he said, wiping his eyes as he kept looking at the screen, showing Olivia where his head was. "So, Olivia, are you ready for your baby brother?", the technician asked her, "yes, we are going to be bestfriends", she replied as she kept alternating between looking at the screen and at your bump.

"Do you remember what I told you about today, darling?", George asked his daughter, "yes daddy. I need to keep my indoor voice because people and babies are sleeping and resting, and that mummy needs to rest too, and I need to be careful when I hug her too", she said, going over the points on her head, "Just like that, clever girl", George said as he held his daughter on his hip, entering the elevator so they could go to the floor you were in.

Noticing the open door on your room, George quietly walked in to see a nurse helping you swaddle your newborn baby boy, excusing herself once she was done, "Hello my loves", you whispered as George set Olivia down on the floor, quietly making her way to you as you sat on the bed, "Do you want to sit here next to me so you can meet your baby brother?", you asked while you adjusted your position. Olivia looked unsure at her father, the points he had given her hadn't specified anything about being on the bed with you and no matter how much she wanted a cuddle, she didn't want to hurt you, "You can sit here baby, I'm promise you won't hurt me", you noted as you saw her worried expression, "And daddy can join too", you said as you made room for George to sit next to you with Olivia on his lap, the bed surprisingly big enough for you all as you also carefully grabbed your son, settling him on your chest so Olivia could see his face, "can I touch his head?", she asked as she snuggled closer to your arm, the contact with you doing the job for now, "Yes, gently", George watched as she stroked her brother's cheeks with the softest of touches, looking up at you to see that your eyes were also teary as you both watched your children meeting eachother for the first time.

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SATISFIED

DESCRIPTION I falling for peter is easy. letting him go when your sister fall in love with him too is harder.

PAIRING I tasm!Peter Parker x fem!reader

WORD COUNT I 3,4k

A/N I i quite like this story??? i was listening to hamilton soundtrack and satisfied has always been my favorite song so i thought why no write something around that?

WARNING I mention of sex, mention of an agression at the beginning

You went through hard times in your life. But nothing could ever beat watching the man you love getting married to your little sister.

You were on your first year of nursing school when you met Peter Parker. It was a night you could never forget, no matter how hard you tried.

During that year, you had taken a small apartment to be closer to your school. Meaning, you also had to get a part-time job to pay the rent. This explained why you were out at 11 p.m. on a Tuesday night, still wearing your waitress suit. You loved the dinner you were working at. You loved less how the customers could be so mean.

You were so absorbed by your phone, telling your little sister about the stupid customer that throw his beer at you, that you didn’t notice the man in front of you. Even if he was the guy, you were actually writing your text about. It was so dark that it wasn’t until you bumped into him that you realized you were not alone in the street.

“Shit, I’m so…oh.” You didn’t finish your sentence. You couldn’t after meeting those dark eyes. If a look could kill, your family would already be preparing your funeral. The grin on his face immediately told you that you were in a bad situation. You tried to escape it, “sorry, I’ll just…” but before you took a step forward, the man grabbed your wrist. So hard that his ring skinned you.

“I don’t think so, baby.” So, you were getting assaulted in the street simply because you had a big mouth?

When you tried to explain to your attacker and his friends that there were no fries anymore since the dinner was closing in a few minutes, they laughed. “Go make them yourself honey, that’s what you do as a woman, no?” Your mother always taught you that no man in the world had the right to treat you like shit. You thought she meant men that you were dating, which explained some of your breakups. But you learnt pretty early in life that she meant every single man.

“I don’t know, if we are on the cliché, does that mean that you’re good at…nothing?” You asked with a little smile. You weren’t surprised he didn’t appreciate your remark. You didn’t think he would throw his beer at you and start listing every single insult he knew. Before he got to start his list a third time, your boss evicted him. Something that, apparently, he didn’t appreciate either.

“You think I’m good at nothing, right?” you didn’t say anything. You were trying to think of a way to run away but as long as he was holding you, you wouldn’t be able to go anywhere. Not even a good punch in his balls would be enough. “Let me show you how wrong you are.” You knew where this was leading. Just the thought of it made you shiver. You closed your eyes instinctively, hoping that it would change something.

Somehow, it did.

Suddenly, the pressure on your wrist disappeared. And just did the man. You opened your eyes, trying to understand what was going on. It didn’t take you long to notice the red and blue suit next to you. “What makes you think you can mess with a single woman in the street dude? That’s not cool!”

You were torn between different feelings: being relieved that someone rescued you, being surprised to see Spider-man in front of you and being quite disappointing that you couldn’t save yourself alone. But that last one quickly disappeared when you remembered that were poor chances that you would be able to do that. So, you just stand there, watching Spidey taking care of that stupid man.

“Say you’re sorry.” He repeated every time, shooting a web somewhere on your assailant body to glue him to the wall every time he refused to apologize. Soon, you couldn’t see his body except for his face. Ugh, that stupid face. “Last chance buddy.” Spiderman’s hand was just in front of his mouth, ready to shut him up for good. You vaguely heard a sorry and when Spidey turned to you to see if it was good for you, you nodded. “I’m proud of you. You’re going to do great things big boy!” was the last thing you heard before Spiderman started going away.

You weren’t so sure about what happened.

So, you decided to follow Spiderman to make sure you didn’t dream.

You didn’t think you would be able to catch him. He was literally flying between building while you were running on the ground. But then you saw him, between two building in an empty hallway. That wasn’t even the most surprising part.

It was the fact he had taken off his mask. And you could perfectly see his beautiful face.

You leant against the wall, looking at the boy who was still clueless of your presence. Apparently, before he went to save you, he was on another case. Because there was no way he hurt himself playing with your assailant and he was clearly bleeding right now. “Maybe I should treat you to thank you for your service.” you sounded flirtier than you wanted. But facing this man, it was difficult not to try something.

Peter immediately jumped and grabbed his mask. Nobody was supposed to see his face. “I don’t know you, bug boy. I’m not going to say anything.” For some reason, he trusted you. He let you approach him and touched his arm with so much softness that he kind of wish you would never stop touching him.

At least you didn’t for the whole night. When you offered Peter to go to your place so you could deal with his wound, he didn’t hesitate. It was like he needed you, a distraction from this crazy life. You seemed attracted to him, which was new for single Peter. And from the moment he put his eyes on you in the street, he wanted to kiss you. There was something magnetic about you.

It was easily one of the best nights you ever had with a man. Maybe it was the way you knew nothing about each other and how eager you were to scream this man name when he was going inside you. Just like Peter could kill to know what to moan when your mouth went down on him.

Or maybe it was what Peter told you after another round. “You’re not a satisfied woman.” He was kissing your stomach slowly and felt your laugh against his mouth. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve never been satisfied. I need more from life. You seem just like me. You’re not satisfied either.” For some reason, that made sense. You always felt like you were a spectator of your life rather than the main character. You never met anybody who managed to make you change that. You found it weird how Spider-man could feel like that. Maybe love meant more to him than you thought.

It wasn’t until a few weeks later than you met Peter again. For real, this time.

The hospital you were doing your internship in was hosting a sort of charity gala. Of course, you were invited and asked your little sister to come with you. Even if you were a happy loner, you hated being alone in those type of event.

Maybe you shouldn’t have brought her.

You immediately noticed Peter when he arrived there. He looked stunning, wearing a navy-blue shirt with a black pant. He looked kind of lost, and it was like your feet decided for you to go see him. Before you even notice, you were in front of him. “Nice to see you again, bug boy.”

Peter never thought he would see you again. He kept thinking about you, he even thought about going back to your place. But then he accepted that this night was just one perfect night. So, it was like a miracle for you to appear in front of his eyes like this. You looked like an angel. “I prefer Peter in public, it’s more discreet.”

“Then I guess you can call me [y/n]. But that doesn’t tell me what you’re doing here.” If Peter had a hard time talking with other people, he felt like an open book with you. You knew already a lot with his secret life, so it wasn’t like he could hide anything more. He talked to you about May, who you already knew. “She’s the best here! She’s like a second mom.” It made so much sense for you to get along with May. Like it was meant to be.

“I’m here with my sister…” you turned around to show her to Peter. And it struck you immediately.

You knew her perfectly. You were only a year older, so you were almost the same person. Every expression, every sound, every little thing she could do you knew what it meant. The look she was giving Peter told you everything: she had a love at first sight. How could you blame her?

From a young age, you promised you would always put your sister’s happiness first. For some reason, you thought she deserved more. You didn’t hesitate a single second and wave to her to come. “Peter, meet my sister Gwen.”

You left them alone to talk, which they did all night. At some point you caught looks from Peter, but you couldn’t do anything. Not after Gwen came to you when Peter was talking with May and thanked you for introducing each other. “He is amazing!” she sounded so happy and excited about this new thing that you had to let it all go.

Peter was hers now.

When Peter and Gwen started dating, you were avoiding them at first. Each time you were catching a glimpse of their love, you were suffering from falling for him. You never noticed how much you loved Peter until you wished he was kissing you instead of her. And you hated yourself for being jealous of your little sister. So you would rather not see them.

They had dated for a whole year before Gwen had to leave for England. When she had doubts about leaving, you convinced her that she had to put herself first. And the fact Peter had the same speech was helping. She would be away for a few months. This explained why she decided to take a break from her relationship with Peter, letting each other have fun individually. “Keep an eye on him” she told you at the airport. If only she knew how right she was…

Only a few weeks after she left, you saw Peter again. He came at your place at midnight, bleeding terribly. “Oh my god,” was the only thing you could say. It was until you started treating him that you realized the situation.

You forgot about your feelings, about how much you hated him for loving him so much. How much you hated yourself for letting these feelings grew. How sometimes, at night, you even hated on Gwen for loving him. How much you hated the universe for not letting you be the main character of your own life.

Or how good it felt to be close to Peter again.

“You shouldn’t be there…” you whispered, cleaning his wounds. You tried to focus on it to not think about Peter’s eyes on you. He was suffering like hell but he couldn’t stop looking at you. How perfect you looked, still like an angel that was saving his life one more time. Not that he was at death risk. But it felt like when he was with you, he was seeing colors he couldn’t notice with anyone else.

Peter slowly put his hand on your face to lift it up and force you to look at him. “I know” he was slowly closing the gap between your two faces to the point you could feel his breath against your lips. “But being wrong never felt more right…” he gave you one last look before kissing you.

For the first few seconds it was slow and sweet, like you were discovering each other again. Your hand got lost in his messy hair while his own hand slid on your neck to hold you. And then it changed. You sat on his laps, humping against his thighs. You were soon naked in front of him, letting his hands travel on your body. His kisses were like a fire that was burning your whole body. You almost wished you could have marks from this to remember this night.

To punish you for doing this with Peter.

“You’re killing me…” you moaned against Peter’s lips after he had finished inside you and left your body. You wanted more. You wanted this to never end. You wanted to feel his shaking fingers traveling all along your thighs forever. You wished you could record his little tired after sex laugh, the way his voice was broken could end you so easily. You watched him climb over your body one more time. “Let’s die together then.”

And you did. For weeks.

You didn’t feel very guilty about the whole situation. You knew Gwen was seeing other guys in England, enjoying her trip there as she should. And Peter knew too, otherwise he would never have invited himself in your bed.

But the day Gwen called you when Peter was at your place, you felt like a child who did a something bad. It felt like she knew. The more she was talking to you about everything she was doing there, the more you were looking at Peter sleeping next to you. You never felt worse about yourself. When she asked you if you had seen him, you shed a single tear. “No, I haven’t.”

When Peter woke up, you were already dressed. “You have to leave.” Was the only thing you told him before leaving the bedroom. Of course, he followed you, putting on his boxer to not argue naked. “What do you mean I have to leave?”

“We can’t do that, that’s not right!” you couldn’t even look at him because you knew you wouldn’t be able to resist. His tired face, his pouty pinky lips that are only asking to be kissed, his chest full of his scratches… A body full of evidences of your endless passionate night.

“That’s not what you were saying last night when you were on your knees.” He snapped. No matter how bad Peter knew this whole situation was, he never thought it would end like this. He imagined you would slow down as Gwen’s comeback was approaching. Not that you would freak out one morning, out of nowhere. Or what was out of nowhere for him.

“That’s not right for Gwen. She loves you, Peter.”

“And you don’t?”

You turned around to look at him. You knew exactly what he was excepting from you. What he excepted from the first night. To be honest with yourself. To put yourself first for once.

It was like two paths opened in front of your eyes. You could only follow one. And there would be no turning back. Either you admit your feelings for Peter. Or you let your sister be happy with the man she loved. Both were incompatible. Who deserved happiness? Who was going to suffer?

You knew the answer. You always did.

“No.” you simply said before going to the bathroom. You selfishly locked yourself there to avoid him. You silently started to cry while listening to Peter packing his stuff. If you were stronger, you would run to him and kiss him. Tell him how much your life is better when he is around. But you were not. You were simply a pawn in your little sister’s happiness. You promised your father you would take care of your family after he died. This meant that you would do everything to make Gwen life better. Even sacrifice your own.

You knew that Gwen would have done the same. If you had told her how much you loved Peter, she would let you date him. Without a single hesitation. That was how good she was. But it wasn’t her role. You were the big sister. You had to put her happiness first.

“I respect your choice.” You heard Peter said on the other side of the door. “But I was right. You will never be satisfied.”

When Gwen came back, they started dating again. It made perfect sense. That was what you thought. That was what Gwen kept saying too. That they were meant to be and thanks to you they got to meet. You were their own Cupid.

That was the nickname Gwen gave you at their engagement party.

And there you were today. Being Gwen’s maid of honor and witness at her wedding with Peter.

She was the most beautiful bride you had ever seen in your life. She looked like a pure angel. You put your hands on her shoulder, looking at the both of you in the mirror. “I can’t believe you’re getting married.” You were about to cry, again. She was your baby sister, the one you were taking care of when she was younger. And now she was an adult.

“Trust me, you’ll get there one day too.” You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Not my plan sweetie.” It wasn’t, but mostly because the only man you’d love to marry was already taken.

You’ve seen other people since your last time with Peter. But none of them made you feel like he did. You hated to admit he was right: you couldn’t be satisfied if it wasn’t with him. If you accepted that it might be true, you still hadn’t found the strength to look for someone who will never be the one.

“Peter asks if you can come see him.” She suddenly told you. Since they couldn’t see each other, they were texting all the time. You found it cute, especially because Gwen was glowing every time, she was getting a text from him. You didn’t say anything and changed rooms to meet Peter.

Saying he was handsome would be an understatement. He looked even better than you could have imagined to the point you were breathless in front of him for a few seconds. “What can I do for you?” you coldly asked. You were not in good terms, no matter how hard you both tried. You could still notice the way he was looking at you sometimes and you wished you could tell him off. But that would be pretty hypocritical considering you were looking at him just the same.

“I wanted to make sure everything was good between us.” You could tell how insecure he was about this meeting. His voice was shaking, just like his hands that he was playing with. You were both on a side of the room, like you couldn’t be too close without letting yourself be tempted to kiss each other. Or do even worse things. “’course” you replied, already ready to leave the room.

“I should have fought for you.”

His words echoed in the room. In your head too. It was as the world stopped and you almost accepted it. Thinking that maybe you could have him one last time before letting him go for good. But like it was planned, you heard Gwen’s laugh from the other room. You never had him in the first hand. It was too late to pretend you could get him back.

“No.” you turned to look at Peter. It felt just like the last time. A simple word breaking everything again. But you were stronger. You knew now that you would never be the starring role in your life or in Peter’s. “Gwen loves you. She would give her life for you. And I know you would do the same for her. What we had was…great, but not worth fighting for. She deserved to be happy. So please…please Peter, make her happy.”

You noticed Peter’s expression at each step bringing you closer to him. It was cold, almost lifeless. You slowly put a hand against his cheek and brushed it with tenderness. It would be the last time you would let yourself do that. After today, Peter will be nothing more than your sister’s husband. No more Spidey, no more bug boy, no more passionate lover. Just Peter.

You let yourself caress his lips one last time with your fingertips. He kissed it slowly and you felt it deep in your body. Maybe that was why your voice broke before you address him three last words.

“Make her satisfied.”

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lovebeinaprincessworld · 2 years

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Challenging fate (Tom Riddle x reader)

soulmate!au

Chapter 6

Masterlist

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 Epilogue

Description: There were a lot of unexpected things happening the day of the Battle of Hogwarts. Being send back into the past to change the course of history was definitely one of them.

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You were going crazy. You really were. And honestly you couldn’t wait for them all to leave for the autumn break after breakfast, because you were truly over all this talk of boys and marriage. You loved the girls you really did, but since the beginning of the term there was nothing else to talk about except securing a good match as soon as possible.

“But honestly, we’re only going to graduate next year! That’s nearly two years away why are you already worrying about this?”, you finally groaned and pulled your head out of the book you attempted to distract yourself with. “Easy for you to say, you already secured the best match (Y/N)”, Elsie giggled and dug into her porridge. “And if we want to get with one of the older boys we have to do it this year”, Edith added looking at you as if this was common sense.

“But don’t you have other plans for your future too? What about a career or something?”, you asked with your eyes directed to Ruth, knowing that she was the most progressive one. “A career? I don’t think many husbands would allow their wives to start a career, I mean who is supposed to watch the children”, Grace said thoughtfully and you could barely stop your jaw from falling. “Right”, you said turning to your book again after Elsie started talking about how she was certain Abraxas would marry her when they were both graduating next year.

When you could finally see the carriages making their way down the path you let go a silent sigh of relief. You made your way down to the Slytherin commonroom, where you knew Tom was already waiting for you. He was one of four Slytherins left (two of them being second years and one fourth year) and as usual he had already seen his friends off at breakfast.

“Salazar”, you announced the password Tom had told you this morning and entered the commonroom. He was already sitting on the couch his nose buried in a book as usual. None of the other Slytherin were in sight and if they were, you were sure Tom would have scared them off.

“Hello my love”, you grinned and sat down next to him. He looked up from his book and gave you a small smile, putting his book aside and greeting you with a soft kiss. “What’s got you in such a good mood darling?”, Tom chuckled and you fell into his open arms. “I’m just glad I got a break from the girls constant marriage and engagement talk”, you sighed and enjoyed his closeness.

“Ah, yes I heard from Rosier that it’s that time of the year again. What are your thoughts about it then?”, he asked with curiosity in his voice. “What? Getting engaged?”, you looked at him with slightly wide eyes. “Yes of course, we are graduating next year and a lot of our friends are going to marry straight away.”, he furrowed his eyebrows, probably wondering why I wasn’t totally thrilled at the prospect of marrying. “I know they do, considering that’s the only thing they talk about. But I do think I would like to get a job first at least”, you were careful with what you said, not wanting to be suspicious but also wanting to be honest.

“A job?”, he asked surprised his eyebrows raising, “what kind of job were you thinking?” You had to smile a little. “I don’t know yet, I always wanted to help people so I thought about becoming a nurse”, you shrugged and honestly that was the truth. You had already wanted to be a nurse in the future and even here that wasn’t such a shocking job for a girl to want.

Tom just hummed thoughtfully studying your features. “And what about a family?”, he finally shared what’s on his mind making your eyes go big once again. “Like…children? Uh I mean I always wanted children, but not right out of school to be honest. What about you though? Have you thought about careers and family?”, you were now curious yourself, but also anxious that he was about to say he would like to take a job at Borgins and Burke.

“Of course I have thought about it. Since the moment I kissed you for the first time I was planning how I could best support you and the children we might have.”, he confessed and you were shocked that he was thinking about such a domestic future with you. “Really?”, you quietly asked not believing your ears.

“Why wouldn’t I? You’re my future, I want to do everything to give you the best life I can”, he said and when he saw the tears welling up in your eyes he looked away. No matter how sweet he could be, he still couldn’t handle too much emotion you thought. Willing the urge to cry away you softly turned his head to you again, you just let a content smile settle on your face.

“So you have already thought about a specific career?”, you asked him. “I did think about teaching Defence against the dark arts, but I figured that would not be compatible with a family. I will probably get a job at the ministry and try to work my way up from there, I do hope Slughorns connections prove to be of use”, he was thoughtful again but you were incredibly relieved he didn’t even mention Borgin and Burkes.

“You know”, you said snapping him out of his thoughts, “I like the idea of you and me in a house with a few children.” He gave you that rare smile again, the one that made his face light up and your cheeks blush.

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You finally realized that you had to tell Tom about everything rather sooner than later, because you didn’t want to be stuck in the 40s forever. There was still the possibility of Tom not wanting to go with you, but you had to tell him and you couldn’t procrastinate this anymore. You thought of telling him the following weekend when everyone went to Hogsmeade and you planned to stay here and go some place where you would have privacy.

But all of your optimism and eagerness went down the drain when Tom escorted you back to your commonroom on Friday and hurried off to a meeting with his friends. And a note fell from his coatpocket. And the word written on that note was the one word that made everything around you shatter. Horcrux.

You couldn’t move for a good three minutes, not knowing what to do. You were glad it was late already and no other students passed by. You felt like you could cry but the adrenaline pumping through your body kept you from doing it right away. You knew if Tom felt your stress he would come to find you immediately. So you had to go to the one place you knew he couldn’t enter when you stepped into it, the Room of Requirements.

You sped down the hallways and up the stairs and when you arrived you wished for a small comfortable space you could be alone in. You slammed the door behind you and fell onto the first thing you saw, a red satin couch. Your breathing was erratic and you stared at the soft carpet that was illuminated by softly lit candles. Reluctantly - as if the note would bite - you opened your hand and flattened the crumbled piece of paper.

Reading the word again blew every piece of self control you still had and you started sobbing. Why on earth would he still be looking those up? Was he still planning his genocidal war? Why didn’t he open the chamber of secrets then? And what did he plan to do with you if he really did plan the horrible crimes he grew up to commit in the future?

You really thought you did change him. You even imagined a future with him! Now with everything that Voldemort did in the future at the front of your mind again, having a house and kids with Tom seemed ridiculous. You were ashamed about it, but you also felt really bad about yourself. Were you not enough? Did he ever really love you? Merlin, what were you supposed to do now.

You must have fallen asleep at some point, because you awoke with a start, your eyes darting around the unfamiliar room, and then everything that happened yesterday came crashing back. Taking a deep shaky breath you forced yourself not to cry again, the skin around your eyes already felt dry and slightly swollen. You still weren’t sure what you were supposed to do, also scared because Tom was probably already searching for you. You couldn’t face him, what would you even do?

After a few more minutes of silently sitting on the couch you decided your best bet would be to try and sneak to Dumbledores office. If someone could help you it had to be him. You carefully peaked out the door and were relieved the hallway was empty. You silently made your way into the direction of his office, trying not to attract attention whenever you encountered other students.

You were nearly there, rounding the last corner when you came face to face with Rosier. “Granger”, he said and sounded almost relieved. Tom had probably given them hell to find you. “Yeah Hi”, you tried (and failed) to smile and inched around him. “Riddle is searching for you, you should really come with me—did you cry?”, wow you were surprised he was observant enough to see that. “Oh alright, I’ll find him later thanks for letting me know though”, you nodded and took of down the hallway. “Come back here Granger!”, you heard behind you but you hid in a broom closet in the next hallway until you could hear his footsteps fading.

Quietly getting out again you turned the last corner and knocked on Dumbledore’s door. “Come in”, you heard his voice from inside and you quickly stepped in and closed the door behind you. “Miss Granger! What can I do for you on this beautiful Saturday morning”, the Professor smiled and gestured to the arm chair infront of his desk.

“Sir I…Tom he lost this last night and I don’t know what I should do”, you got to the point immediately and pulled out the note to give it to Dumbledore. He unfolded the small piece of paper and when he read the word on it he looked surprised. “It seems you were right to come here Miss Granger this is indeed a very difficult situation”, he said thoughtfully, gave you back the note and got up, pacing on the rug in his office.

You watched him in silence and after a few minutes he finally stopped to look at you. “Miss Granger I think there is a logical explanation for this. I cannot believe that the person Tom became through you, the person that he is today would still do this. The Tom from before he met you? Absolutely, that would be believable. But no, not this one”, he ultimately explained and you were shocked.

“But why did he have the note then?”, you were getting desperate again trying not to cry infront of the Professor. “You have to trust me on this, I’ve rarely been wrong about things like these”, he smiled over the rim of his half moon shaped glasses, “I think it is time you tell Mister Riddle the truth though, Miss Granger. But may I offer you some advice: I believe the best way to get Tom to believe what you are telling him is to show him.”

“But Professor how am I supposed to do that?”, you wondered, deciding to trust Dumbledore on this even if it felt a bit naive. “I will tell you this, Tom is - eventhough he is a changed person - already an excellent Legilimens. If you open your mind to him he will see everything he needs to know”, he explained and you just nodded. You really hoped this would work, because as bad as this may sound you didn’t want to lose Tom. Please, just let this whole thing be some big misunderstanding, you thought.

“Thank you Professor”, you said while getting up and making your way to the door. “And Miss Granger?”, Dumbledore added. “Yes sir?”, you turned around again looking at him. “Mister Riddle is already on his way here”, he said with a glint in his eyes. Your face fell slightly, had you hoped to get a little more time before this confrontation. You gave him a grateful nod for letting you know and stepped out of his office.

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Hi I was wondering if you can write a for yellowstone where kayce dutton s/o ex is stalking her and kayce had to go away for awhile and he comes back and finds her in the hospital with their kid ( not tate ) they had a accident on the ranch and he has flashbacks maybe from when his mom died

Baby You'll Be Safe Now

Kayce entered the hospital not really sure why the nurse just said he was marked as someone's emergency contact but wouldn't give the name. He hadn't been able to think clearly since he and Monica spilt up a few months ago. Tate, his son followed behind him in his steps as they followed the nurse to the room. Kayce opened the door and halted in his boots at the sight he saw before him now. Y/n L/n his childhood best friend lays in the bed clearly bruised all over with a little big pregnant belly. Her eyes were barely open as she mumbled in a shacky breath. "Kayce...it's...Tucker." He told his son to wait in the hallway closing the door gently behind himself.

Blinking my eyes opened I watched my best friend pull up a chair to my bedside nearly bawling in tears before we've even spoken another word to each other. The last time I saw him was the day he left to join the Navy seals because he got a girl pregnant from High school and needed the money. He wouldn't take any from his father or make her get rid of the child either. "Where's that son of a bitch. Y/n, what happened!" Kayce asked gently taking my hand in his. Sucking in a breath I was in a lot of pain because my ex had found me and beat me up because I wouldn't take him back. "I was heading to your family ranch but he grabbed me coming out of the bar. He...pulled me behind the alley demanding I tell him that...that the baby is his...but it's not..." Kayce and I locked eyes with each other both now crying.

Tucker Brecken was the boy I liked in high school, until we got together and I saw that he was extremely controlling and didn't want me talking with my best friend anymore. I broke up with him the night I went with Kayce to a party and we had some drinks and kissed. I prayed when I got pregnant that it wasn't Tucker's and it was answered because it was in fact Kayce's child growing inside me. "Y/n, I'm sorry this happened to you. I'm gonna find this guy and take him to the train station if that's what you want." He clutched his other hand into a fist baring his teeth at me. Lifting my freehand up I rest it against his cheek mumbled in a tired breath. "Kayce, you need to know...this baby is yours...not Tucker's."

Kayce leans up out of the chair gently kissing my forehead and whispering into my hair. "You don't have to worry about him anymore. I'm gonna take care of him Y/n. So he can't stalk you anymore." He intertwined our hands together kissing my palm. The door opened and in walks a little boy running up to Kayce. "Daddy, whose this?" He asked with a grin. "She's pregnant Tate with your possible little sister or brother. Her name is Y/n." I wave to the boy before he hugs me bouncing up and down in the seat. "Are you gonna marry my dad?" Kayce and I both stared at each other before I answered the boy knowing it was to marry anyone it would always be the youngest Dutton. "Maybe someday, Tate. Maybe someday."

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Day 26: Best Friend’s Dad

pairing: Agent Whiskey/Jack Daniels x fem!reader

warnings: age gap with older!Jack (21ish and 41ish), alcohol consumption, scraped knee, allusion to cunnilingus

words: 2k

a/n: caring cowboy :) also this is so horny alskdjfas

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Lana, your roommate last year in the junior dorms, had told you her dad was young. She had explained how her mom and dad had had a one night stand when they were 20 (in college themselves) and she had been the result. And how he had been around for her growing up until she was about 15, when he started traveling all the time for work so she only got to see him about once a month. But they still had a good relationship, and her parents didn’t have the history of a messy divorce to make things awkward. They weren’t together just because neither of them had been very interested in a relationship with each other.

So you knew he was 42, worked in some boring sales company that made him travel a lot, and from Texas. You filed that information somewhere in your brain, but hadn’t thought much about it; everyone has different families.

Now you were shocked to realize that the man sitting at the bar beside you was Lana’s father. Especially because he was hot, so hot. So hot you were kinda wet.

It started an hour and a half ago, when you had walked into a random bar in Austin, seeking shelter from the humidity that had finally turned to rain. You were just going to have one drink and nurse it until you could see the rain stop.

The bar was nearly full, so when you had seen an empty stool at the far corner of the countertop, you rushed over and set your purse down. Then you turned to the occupant of the adjacent stool to ask if the seat was occupied. The man turned to you, as if sensing your hesitance. Your eyes registered his body first, broad shoulders, slight soft tummy, firm chest, all wrapped up in cowboy duds. Sliding your gaze up to his face, your chest flushed with heat when you realized he had just seen you checking him out.

You wanted to look away, avert your eyes out of embarrassment, but he was too handsome to do it. He had these warm brown eyes that twinkled with amusement, no doubt at your expense. And a strong nose that curved downward and made you think of things you shouldn’t be thinking about a perfect stranger. His lips were plush and framed on top by a mustache that also led your mind places. Without realizing, you bit your lip a little and frowned.

He noticed, and smiled slyly, “Can I help you, miss?”

Your eyes flew up to his and you stumbled over your words, “I-I just wanted– I was just wondering— is this chair free?”

His smile widened and he grabbed the back of the stool to pull it out for you, “Sure, sugar, take a seat.”

You were barely sat down when he extended his hand out to you, “My name’s Jack, and you are?”

After you introduced yourself, he called over the bartender, who came over immediately, and you ordered your drink, which Jack said to put on his tab.

“So what brings you here, sugar? As you can see, this bar doesn’t get a lot of traffic from your generation,” he gestured around the bar, and as you looked, you saw he was right. You were the youngest person in the bar by at least ten years.

From there, conversation flowed easily. You explained escaping the rain and that you were in Austin for a conference in your career field (failing to mention that you weren’t yet graduated and attending to find future internship possibilities). That led him to ask you about where you were from and then whether you had always lived there or had gone to school at the university there. You agreed to the latter and that prompted Jack to mention that his daughter was currently attending the same university. That made you wonder if you could possibly know her and thought asking her year would be good proof that you didn’t. Surely a man his age could only have a freshman daughter. But then he said she was just about to start her senior year. Just like you. Against your better judgment, you asked her name, and your stomach dropped preemptively, like you knew what he was going to say.

“Lana. You don’t… know her, do you?” his casual terms of endearment were obviously missing from the question.

If it was any other name, you could convince yourself and Jack that you didn’t. But there were only so many Lanas in the world.

“I was her roommate this past year…” your voice got quiet and you looked at him carefully, wondering what his reaction would be. The conversation leading up to this had been very flirty and touchy. Way flirtier and touchier than you should be with one of your best friend’s dads.

Several seconds went by before he responded, “... oh… well, I guess now I know what you look like since you were always busy when I visited Lana.”

“Yeah, I worked a lot last year, to save up.”

Another few moments passed before either of you spoke again.

“Well, hey, why don’t we, uh, take a picture together so we can show Lannie. She’ll think that’s funny, huh, s-sugar?” Jack was trying to make his way out of an awkward situation, and you decided you’d better go along with it.

“Yeah, sure! Here, we can use my phone,” you pulled out your phone and opened the camera.

To get both of you in frame, you had to turn your back towards Jack and lean back a bit. Jack, thinking the same, leaned forward at the same time, and suddenly your back was pressed against his warm chest. It would’ve been too awkward to move now, so you both just stayed in place for the pictures. But it was hard to smile genuinely with Jack’s warm breath brushing over your neck and his breathing moving you slightly as his chest went up and down.

You cleared your throat and said, “smile!” as you snapped a couple selfies. Part of you didn’t want to move away, but you did, tucking your phone away in your pocket. You’d send the pictures later, when you could think more clearly.

Abruptly, you turned back to Jack and told him, “I should get back to my hotel. The rain isn’t going to let up and it’s getting late.”

Jack stood and reached into his back pocket, the motion catching your eye and making you appreciate his body all over again. He took out his wallet and tossed a few large bills on the bar counter. Then he looked at you, “I’ll come with you, I can’t let you go around in an unknown city alone in the dark.”

That was the one thing that Jack could have said to you to make it impossible for you to say no to his joining you. You were grateful to him that you didn’t have to.

“Okay, yeah,” you agreed and the two of you walked over to the entry area, grabbing your coats as you called a rideshare. Once outside, you were going to wait under the eaves since the car was only a minute away. But you weren’t looking where you were going and tripped over a little ledge and went down.

You landed on your left knee first and then both of your hands, and then your ass as you twisted away from the pain already spiking in your knee.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed loudly, but it quickly turned into a whimper as the pain caught up with you. Your eyes filled with tears and you heard a sympathetic sound from above.

“Oh, sugar, you poor thing. Here, let me help you up,” Jack grabbed your left upper arm and put another hand on your waist, lifting you up gently. As soon as you were on your feet, you favored your left knee. Jack looked down to see if he could spot any damage, but you were wearing tights. “We’d better get you back quickly and then I can check you out to make sure there’s no real damage.”

You didn’t even want to protest; Jack was so strong and sure and comforting to you in this moment. He had his arm around your waist to support you, letting you lean on him so you didn’t have to put any weight on your left leg.

“Th-that’s the car,” you gestured to the silver car coming down the block. Your voice was a little shaky and Jack looked over at you.

He hummed and his free hand reached up, stroking your cheek gently to wipe away the one tear that had fallen. You wanted to lean into his touch, but then the car was in front of you and he was helping you in it.

Fifteen minutes later, after a little pity party for yourself leaning against Jack’s shoulder, you were at the hotel. Again, he helped you, first out of the car and then into the hotel and up to your room. You let yourself take comfort in his strength, and he didn’t seem to mind at all.

Jack took you over to the bed, which was made (thank you, housekeeping), and had you sit down on the edge. He kneeled down below you, and despite yourself, your breathing picked up. You could feel his breath on your knees, the warmth of his body near your legs. His hands trailed over the skin around your knee, trying to see how bad it was, but he still couldn’t.

“Alright, darlin’, we need to get these tights off. I think they’re a lost cause,” he smiled up at you in apology. His smile was very charming.

You nodded and he started unbuckling the little clasps on your shoes, easing them off and setting them aside. Meanwhile, you were trying to hike up your skirt and get the waistband of your tights down without flashing him. It was awkward for a moment, you couldn’t get a good grip, and then Jack’s hands smoothed up your thighs.

“Here, sweetheart, let me. Don’t want you to hurt yourself accidentally,” he told you, and you knew that you should say no. That you should tell him to leave, really. You were an adult, you didn’t need someone, especially your best friend’s father, to help you with what was surely just a scraped knee.

But letting him take care of you like this, seeing him below you on his knees, it was intoxicating. You couldn’t tell him to stop, so you just nodded and let his hand reach higher, under your skirt, and then he was slowly slipping off your tights.

You couldn’t ignore how absolutely erotic it felt, and when your marred skin was revealed, you weren’t sure whether your moan was of pain or pleasure. Jack shifted below you, but didn’t say anything, hands coming to your left leg to check your little injury. And it was little, Jack told you, just a scraped knee that would probably bruise up but was unlikely to swell too much or hurt past the morning.

“Especially if you take some ibuprofen,” he finished up, looking around, ready to get up and grab it when you told him where it was.

Grimacing a little, you shook your head, “I-I don’t have any.”

Jack’s face turned stern and he tutted. Unconsciously, you whined a little bit, and Jack knew it wasn’t from the pain. He knew you wanted him almost as much as he wanted you. He knew it was wrong, that he shouldn’t, that you were too young for him, and were friends with his daughter. But he also knew that he couldn’t stop himself.

“Well, sweetheart, I guess I’ll just have to kiss it better instead.”

You gasped as his lips brushed the lightest of kisses just next to the broken skin, where you were already starting to bruise. But as his lips trailed higher and higher, his shoulders pushed your thighs apart, and his head disappeared under the hem of your flowy skirt, all you could do was moan.

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