Medieval AU where Price is Captain of the Guard, and you're just a handmaiden of the Lady of the castle. He's an impressive and ruthless man, but always fair. You've seen him train in the court, massive body moving with ease. He can yield a sword you can barely lift (you tried once, in secret).
Yet you've also seen him be kind and caring towards young apprentices, guiding them through difficult moves. Seen him tend to his horse with a softness that makes you melt.
In the heat of the past summer, you even saw him half naked, training with his arms and chest bare. Strong muscles rippling under a layer of fat - healthy, powerful.
Dark hair on the top of his chest, and then some more leading across his belly and under his pants. Sinful thoughts, that follows you into your bed. At night, when the pressure is too much, your hands wander between your legs and you work yourself to completion, thinking about Captain Price. How his large hands would feel on your hips, how his sweaty skin would taste under your tongue, how good he would stretch you up on his cock. How you wish he would join you on your cot and take you with all his might.
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notes: headcanony little drabble, reader insert (no y/n), fem reader, somewhat written with princess!reader in mind but no real role or backstory specified so feel free to interpret & project however you wish, yearning, chivalry, briefly nsfw (m!masturbation).
ser adrian shows his devotion in silence. in proximity. duty is all he is permitted, so he will perform it flawlessly. he will be your shadow: trailing in your footsteps, waiting in your periphery. one hand resting, always, on the pommel of his sword. even on the sweetest days, when the keep is quiet and the sky is softâas if the world is forgetting its brutalityâhe is prepared to defend you. should the flowers in the gardens transform into beasts, he would be quick to shield you from harm. after all, are you not the paragon of innocence he was charged to defend when he was knighted? each time he opens a door or offers his arm as you try not to trip on your skirts and you grace him with a soft thank you, ser adrian, he is reminded of his vows.
it is a blessing. an honor. to guard you from the horrors of the ever-darkening kingdom is a worthy purpose. and yet, it is a curse. to be so close, yet constrained. bound to separate worlds. it is such torture to watch you fiddle with your necklace or pluck at your gown throughout the day, knowing it is a maidâs duty to attend to such intimate needs, not his. to offer his hand when you dismount your horse and have the warmth of your skin obscured by the boundary of his glove. to stand outside of your chambers, listening to your frustrated sobs when the weight of the world becomes unbearable, unable to cross that threshold without breaking all the limits of propriety that define who he is to you.
lust is not what compels him. or, perhaps, not lust alone. he cannot deny that in his weakest moments, when sleep evades him and he gives into his bodyâs base desires, it is the memory of your scent (that sweet ghost that haunts the air around you) that makes him come. but what he feels for you transcends those carnal urges. adrian dreams of a world in which he could remove the leather and steel that separates him from you. memorize the feeling of the lines on your palms. undo the delicate clasps of your jewels with his clumsy warriorâs fingers, perhaps even make you laugh that radiant, rare laugh of yours in the process. he dreams of intimacy, of closeness. to merely sit in your presence, divested of the pressures of courtly life. he would watch you read or sew or sleep for hours. memorize the cadence of your breath.Â
perhaps, if you let him, he would hold you. gently. as if you were a songbird: beautiful, clever, easily startled. he would be the tree you perch in: constant, strong, steady. your quiet refuge. your home.
Here for Princess!Reader slipping through shadows the fat moon provided, heart pounding as you attempted to slip out of the castle, only for strong arms to catch you from behind, lifting, flipping, and throwing you over (familiar) broad shoulders like you weighed nothing at all, stomach pressing to cold leather and thick muscle.
âLet me go!â you hissed, legs kicking, fists pounding against the hard planes of his back. Hands shooting upward, fingers twisting viciously into the thick hair at the nape of his neck, yanking hard enough to make him grunt. âI am not some tavern wench you can haul around like-â
Another step. Another. He didnât even slow.
âQuiet,â he said, voice low and rough, threaded with the same unyielding loyalty that had guarded you since you were small. It had long since twisted into something far more possessive.
Carrying you through the torchlit corridors, over his shoulder, protests growing thinner, breathier, your fingers still tangled in his hair even as the fight began to bleed out of you.
Heavy door to your chambers slamming shut behind you seconds before being thrown into the bed, landing on your stomach, already twisting to rise, already opening your mouth for another furious protest-
- a thick, warm hand planting itself between your shoulder blades and pushing, heavy weight pinning your cheek into the embroidered coverlet, your spine forced into a deep arch that lifted your hips.
Your loyal knight not speak at first, breathing slow and controlled, the heavy presence of him filling the space behind you, holding you down with effortless strength.
Feeling the shift of his body as he leans in, brush of rough fabric against your side, the low rumble of his voice when he finally spoke. âRunning from me again, Princess?â
Thumb stroking once, slow, over the flesh between your shoulder blades, thumb dipping underneath the hemmed collar of your dress.
Your fingers curling into the coverlet instead of his hair this time.
- you keep PDA to nothing but under the radar touches
- he looks for you every time he enters the ED
- Dana jokes he wouldnât function without you
- the new residents donât know you are married
- they all question why he doesnât fight you on anything
- they all question why his voice goes all soft when it comes to you
- they find it strange how well you work together and seem to know what each other need at all times
- âare they dating?â They ask Dana who says nothing
- they ask Frank and McKay who always say nothing
- they finally get the courage to ask you
- âare you dating dr Robby?â âwhy do you ask?â
- âweâre a lot more then dating I hopeâ you laugh as Robby comes behind you pulling your chain out from below your scrub top
- âwhy donât you go as dr Robinavitch then?â âDonât you think that would be slightly confusing
- âhow long?â âTen yearsâ
- âcan we call you mom and dad then?â âNo absolutely not, only our own kids get to call us thatâ Robby says walking away dropping another bomb shell on them
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summary - jack abbot fucking loves his wedding ring, and hasn't parted with it since the day the two of you wed. after damaging it while helping robby fix his bike, it is back at the jeweller to get re-plated, and he has to endure a shift without both you and his beloved band of metal. without his ring, it becomes apparent that doctor abbot is a hot item. all he wants is to be back in your arms.
warnings/themes - married couple/established relationship, attending!reader, jealousy, poorly written dialogue, fluff, suuuuper mild angst/displeasure, awkward scenarios, reader is the kind of person to laugh at everything, cattiness, corny as fuck
notes - I got myself lost in some other written bits and got so tangled up that I'm sick of them and never want to release them hahahaha - this is the result of me wanting to just create SOMETHING ELSE. I hope you enjoy.
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Jack Abbot, to his credit, absolutely adored wearing his wedding ring.
When the conversation regarding marriage had first come up between you, now a good few years ago, you had approached the topic of rings with gentle palms.Â
He had stopped wearing his first ring a few months into your time at PTMC, a decision which was made after many late nights of him pacing around his apartment, whiskey in hand and ring clinking against the glass. When he put the golden band down for the last time, his heart exhaled a breath he hadnât realised it was holding. Three months later, Jack gave into the butterflies in his stomach - ones he thought would never come around again - and asked you out.
When he proposed you had insisted, a beautiful, sizable diamond on your ring finger, that when the pair of you tied the knot, he didnât have to wear a ring again regularly, or at all, if he didnât want to.Â
But damn, did this man ever want to. The smooth gunmetal band which sat on his ring finger was his pride and joy from the moment you slipped it on at the altar. He loved the subtle weight of it grounding him under his blue gloves. And the way it looked against your smooth skin as his hands found your body. Most of all, he loved the way it linked him to you, showing the world that he was a more than happily taken man. There was very, very little which would make Jack part with his ring, even for a short time.
One of the things which did force him to take his ring off was the scratches and grease which came with fixing Robbyâs motorbike. Between reinstalling a chain and shoving his hands between tight metal components, the black rhodium plating on the platinum had been scratched away in several places.Â
âFor fuckâs sake.â The man groaned when he looked down at his hand. Robby looked over at what had caused his best friend so much displeasure.Â
âLooks like itâs time to make a trip back to the jeweller, brother.â The older man grinned, clapping Jack on the shoulder.
When your husband had come home to you, he looked like a school boy who had just shattered a window with a stray baseball, a shy shame present on his face at damaging something so precious. After he confessed his so-called crime, you had laughed, grabbed his hand and kissed his knuckles, an act so warm it sunk into his bones in a way only your love could. Then you pointed out a cut along the back of his hand, patched it up and booked an appointment at your jeweller to have it polished and re-plated.
And that was how, on a cool Monday evening, Jack Abbot had rolled up to the Pitt without his wedding ring. You were off that night, set to instead take over Collinsâ attending shift the next morning, and had bid your husband goodbye with a soft ice-cream flavoured kiss from where you sat curled up on the couch.
The kiss lingered as he walked through the ER doors, bag slung over his shoulder. He had been running his thumb over the empty space on his ring finger, half still thinking about the taste of sweet dairy on your lips as Lena and Dana waved him over. Dana was clearly on her way out, her civilian jacket already over her scrubs. Two unfamiliar women stood beside the charge nurses, each with MEDICAL STUDENT emblazoned on their plastic nametags.Â
âAmber, Amy, this is Doctor Jack Abbot, our nighttime attending and ER cowboy.â Dana nodded in Jackâs direction as he strode over to the desk. She gave him a knowing, teasing look as the two newcomers took him in. Judging by the way the ginger - Amber - straightened her back and licked her lips, and the way Amy lit up in a shy blush, twirling a strand of platinum blonde hair around her finger, the sight of the older attending had made an impression on them.Â
âThese ladies are our newest medical students and are currently on their emergency department rotation.â Lena continued, glancing over her red reading glasses at Dana. They had seen those looks on more than a few newbies over the years. Jack Abbot just had that effect on people.
âDoctor Abbot, itâs such a pleasure.â Amber smiled, wide and cat-like, extending a thin hand to him. âI have heard such good things about PTMCâs emergency department, and Iâm sure youâre the reason for that.â
âWe have a good team of nightcrawlers here, Iâm just a cog in the machine.â He shook her hand, and then Amyâs, his standard dry, polite smile gracing his face.
Before either medical student could gush further, McKay walked up to Jack, tablet in hand. Judging by the dark circles under her eyes, she was more than ready to begin hand-over. He greeted her with a smile, eyes crinkling.
âWhat have you got for me?â
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The last of the day shift filtered out an hour later, surprisingly on time compared to the usual timeline the liminal space of the ER followed.Â
âTrouble in paradise, eh boss?â Shen needled with a grin as he came through the ambulance bay door, gesturing at his ring finger, which was just as bare as Jackâs in that moment. As one of your closest friends, you had texted him about the situation the night before, but that wasnât about to stop him teasing the older man. Jack rolled his eyes.
The night progressed with the same erratic heartbeat it always did. A deeply displeased man came in with a mild GSW to his foot, his friend trailing behind the gurney with a guilty look on his face as he attempted to explain the bizarre, convoluted game they had been playing which had somehow involved a shotgun. Jack oversaw Ellis teaching Amy how to remove buckshot from the wound, the blonde turning to him for approval at every step. She flushed bright pink under the fluorescent hospital lights when the attending gave her a âlooks goodâ and a thumbs up, before leaving the room. Ellis shared a look with Shen as he walked past, poorly hiding the amusement on both of their faces.Â
An hour later a trio of twenty-something year old women drunkenly stumbled through the door of the ER in a mess of flakey mascara and hair extensions, following their friend who sat crying her eyes out in a wheelchair. It had turned out to be a wrist fracture, likely thanks to the broken bright red heel which now sat in her lap. When Jack strolled in, x-ray results in hand, the tears instantly stopped, replaced by a watery smile. Amber trailed in a moment later.
The group giggled quietly, and not so quietly, among themselves as the attending calmly walked the patient through the fix for her wrist. She nodded along, carefully not making eye contact.
âWeâre so glad sheâs in such good hands, and biceps!â One of the group sputtered out, being cut off by an elbow to the ribs from the friend sitting next to her, who was a tad more sober - that being a very low bar.Â
âAmber here is one of our med students and great learner and will be putting the cast on for you today.â Jack offered one of his professionally charming smiles, much to the delight of the tipsy gaggle. Amberâs scrowl at the unabashed flirtation from the party-goer melted away at the praise.Â
Half an hour and one fairly well completed cast later, the med student was pulled from the treatment room to accompany Ellis for a new case assessment.
âSoâŚcould I get your numberâŚjust in case I need any furtherâŚcheckups?â The mixture of painkillers, her girls behind her and the late hour made the dark-haired patient unusually bold, even through the now-dried mascara lines on her cheeks.Â
âOur charge nurse can find you some urgent care contact numbers,â Jack bit back a smile as she flexed her fingers and checked her range of motion. âYou can always come back tomorrow if there âs any rubbing or discomfort with the cast - might even meet my wife if you do.â The smile pushed its way through at the mention of you.
At the mention of a wife and the genuine, boyish smile which had appeared on the doctorâs face, the group cooed in unison, a new kind of delight making its way into the room with the information that their handsome doctor had deservedly found his other half.
âOh my gosh Iâm so sorry I didnât mean to-â The patient hid her face in her unimpeded hand.Â
âPhotos! Show us photos!â She was cut off by one of her friends. âIs she a doctor here too?â
âSure is. Damn good doctor, better than me.â The man chuckled, pulling out his phone. Outside of what was required by the ER, he wasnât the most tech-savvy, but the first thing he had done upon getting his new phone was to change his lock screen to a photo of you on your last holiday together - far too long ago now - a large sunhat perched on your head and bright smile on your face.
The girls squealed in collective approval, even the patient forgetting her embarrassment to join in on the comments of âpower coupleâ and âoh sheâs gorgeous!â. Â
Half an hour later, discharge documents in hand marked 1.17am, the group made their way out, waving their farewells and chirping their sweet âgoodbye Doctor Abbotâs. Jack good-heartedly returned their waves, an action which brought a sour expression to Amberâs face.
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Jack Abbot was typically one of the most business-minded, compartmentalised doctors that the PTMC had to offer. On an ordinary day he left the outside world on the other side of the ER doors and focused his whole self on whatever came his way. Yet, that evening, as the night waned he found his mind floating back to you. Youâd be asleep right now, tucked under the small mountain of blankets and sheets which you insisted on when sleeping alone. Somehow, without the band of metal sitting against his skin, he felt lonelier than he had in a long while. He should have just called in sick, he thought with a sigh. He could be enjoying the way you curled up into him in your sleep right now, instead of doing whatever this was.
âYou alright darlâ?â Lena raised an eyebrow at the man and his left hand. He had been standing at the PC for a moment too long, staring blankly at a chart which didnât need half the attention he was giving it. Shen had shooed the med students away to eat âlunchâ - at 2am - and the ER hit the strange, slow, half-awake lull that the nightcrawlers had come to expect on Monday nights. Jack's left thumb ran over where his ring usually sat, again and again. âYouâre not wearing your usual hardware, you piss off our girl?â
âFuck I hope not.â He snapped out of his train of thought, looked up from the screen and smiling wryly with a shake of his head. âCan thank Robby and his death machine for this.â He held up his hand.Â
Lena scoffed, stapling the stack of paper before her.
âSo the only person beating you up right now is you, I take it?âÂ
He grumbled out an agreement, finally closing the patient file before him and beginning charting another.
âSheâs so calm about it. She laughed when I showed her.â He murmured. âItâs justâŚâs unnatural. Being without it.â
Lena let out a chortle at the attendingâs unusually soft confession, patting him on the back as she walked past.
âYouâll be okay, honâ.â
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The worst of the shift came in the form of a middle-aged driver who had been at an intersection at the wrong time. After an hour of stabilising procedures and near-misses, he lay unconscious on the table in the middle of Trauma 1 in the early hours of the morning, a large gaping wound along the side of his abdomen the last remaining obstacle between him and finally heading up to the ICU. Amber had been pulled in alongside Jack and Jesse, the three of them appropriately gowned and geared up. Jack was already covered in blood, largely thanks to the punctured artery which had been addressed, but this was finally a task which he could take the time to walk the med student through.
âOkay - this is a simple closure, what nylon are we using for this?âÂ
âUhhâŚstandard 4/0 should do the trick?â She looked up at him through her thick lashes.
âCorrect, good.â The attending nodded as Jesse handed her the correct equipment. Amber smiled under her mask.
She began the procedure, Jack correcting her tension on occasion, but otherwise remaining silent, looming over her with a watchful eye.
âYâknowâŚâ the student continued sewing, âitâs unusual to have an attending who isnâtâŚintimidating.â
âHm?â Jack didnât look at her, eyes still on the procedure. Her knots and lines were straight enough for a med student, but that didnât stop his mind from drifting to the, frankly, picturesque closure jobs you performed. His lip twitched upward beneath his mask - youâd laugh at him describing your work as âpicturesqueâ.
âYouâre just soâŚwarm and supportive,â Amber continued, Jesse cringing from the corner of the trauma room. âSoâŚavailable.âÂ
The male nurse made a mental note to be moved back to the day shift.
âI mean - uhâŚâ she caught herself and the lack of filter between her brain and mouth. âYouâre very, uh- easy to talk to.â
Jack blinked. He was a good attending, he thought, but you handled med students far better than he typically did. Again he smiled under his mask, eyes crinkling at the thought of you. Fuck he missed his ring.
âThanks. I think itâs important that we operate as a unit to get the job done.â He looked up at the clock on the wall. Another hour to go before you would finally show up, but this task was finally complete.Â
âGood job today, kid.â He shed his gown and glasses. âJesse, make sure that the ICU knows thereâs one coming up.âÂ
Jesse half breathed a sigh of relief as the attending left the room, and then half rolled his eyes at the look of smug delight on Amberâs face.Â
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In actuality it took less than an hour for you to show up, emerging through the ER doors with your messenger bag slung over one shoulder and cherry-coloured scarf thrown around your neck. In typical fashion you beat the rest of the day shift to being on site, something which you made a mental note to hang over Robbyâs head later. Your winter coat sat over your dark scrubs, a paper bag hanging off one hand, and four hot coffees in a cardboard tray in the other. You strolled up to the hub, which was empty save for Amber at a PC, placing the tray on the desk. The chief attending wasnât around yet to complain about food and drink being outside the breakroom.
âMorning,â you gave Amber a smile. After a beat she looked up from her charting. âYou know where Abbot is?âÂ
âOh, youâre Doordash.â She looked at you and then the tray before her, expression flat. âYou can just leave that there, Iâll find Doctor Abbot shortly.â
âNo need, thanks Amber.â The man in question appeared behind her, face lit up despite the dark circles now under his eyes. âThis is one of our normal night attending,â he introduced you with your full doctorly title, grinning at the way you rolled your eyes at the formality. âSheâs filling in for one of the day shift staff today.â
At this point your husband was standing at your side, eyeing the tray before you. He gratefully accepted the cup marked with a âJâ, taking a sip with a satisfied hum. It was black, medium roast, a drip of cream. Perfect. Jack wanted to kiss you so badly in that moment that it hurt, partially because of the coffee but mainly because of the ache in his heart that the absence of his ring had brought about in your 13 hours apart. But no, in accordance with HRâs conditions on you working together, PDA was to be kept to a minimum while at work.Â
âIâm glad youâre in early - got something that I need an extra set of eyes on.â His lips curved up in a way that only ever meant trouble. âWould you be able to join me for a moment before we begin handover, doctor?âÂ
Amber had been watching this exchange with a sour look of uncertainty. She knew something was afoot here, but was unable to put her finger on it.
âCan I come?â She blurted out, reminding you both of her presence. âTo learn, of course. Doctor Abbot has been so informative today and I am always eager to get ahead.âÂ
âNo need, Amber. You finish up and clock out. Help yourself to a pastry if you want.â Jack took the paper bag from your hand and offered it to her. She took it silently, watching on as you followed after the man, throwing your coat over the back of a computer chair as you went.Â
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âSo what do you have to show me in this empty, ordinary treatment room which just so happens to be at the very end of the south wing, Doctor Abbot?â You grinned as your husband pulled the curtain shut, before stepping into your space.
His hands, calloused, skilled, found your scrub-clad waist, pulling you close and kissing you deeply. He tasted like the sip of coffee he had enjoyed a moment earlier, and a tad more of desperation than he normally did. You melted into it, fingers finding his thick curls.Â
You finally pulled back to look at your beautiful man, running your ER-short nails down the back of his neck.Â
âMissed you,â he murmured, voice rough as he buried his face in the dip between your neck and shoulder. Jack inhaled deeply, humming softly as he savoured the scent of you and the comically expensive lotion which you lathered yourself in before slipping into your scrubs. It was to stop your skin from drying out under PTMCâs constant air conditioning, you had explained the first time he watched you get ready for work. And he was never one to complain about something which somehow made you even more edible than you were naturally.Â
âWeâve been apart what, 12 hours? What happened to my strong, independent man?â He could feel you smile through your faux-protest.
â13, actually.â Jack pulled himself away from your neck to graze his lips over the crown of your head.
âOh of course youâre missing me then. So many millennia have passed, lover mine.â You teased, throwing your arms around his neck to pull him for another kiss. He could taste the sugar of the danish you had had for breakfast that morning.
âHow aboutâŚâ he mumbled against your lips, his fingers finding their way under the very hem of your scrub top. Your skin was warm and familiar under his touch. â...you call out today-â
âWhat the fuck!âÂ
A feminine screech split the moment. Amber stood before the two of you, having pulled back the curtain just a smidge. She looked mortified, pulling the privacy screen back once more and booking it for the central hub. Jack groaned, resting his forehead against your shoulder. You laughed.
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The two of you made your way back to the hub a few minutes later. You had slung your stethoscope around your neck, looking every bit the professional you were. Likewise, Jack didnât have a hair out of place, looking down at a tablet as he calmly explained what cases were being carried over by you into the day shift. You had shared a giggling, conspiratorial look in the hallway a moment earlier - you were nothing if not experts at this.
Amber stood at one of the desks, her back to you. She was whispering loudly to Ellis, her voice sharp and irritated. You caught Ellisâ eye as you walked over, and she threw up a peace sign in your direction, one of the brown paper coffee cups being cradled in her other hand.
â-and they were all over each other! It was shocking!â The med student hissed. Ellis nodded slowly, taking a sip from her cup.Â
âSo you saw Doctor AbbotâŚinvolvedâŚwith another member of the staff?â The senior resident queried, voice dry.
âYes! It was absurd.âÂ
âWas it that member of the staff?â Ellis gestured to where you stood, looking down at a patientâs chart as you listened in on the conversation, unable to fully hide your smile.
Amber nodded emphatically.Â
âSo youâŚsaw Doctor AbbotâŚkissing his wife?âÂ
âHis wife!?â The ginger looked incredulous, spinning around to take in where you and Jack stood. âHe has a wife? Her!?â
Jack sighed where he stood, leaning in as he handed you the tablet, his shift now over. You smothered a giggle with a faux yawn, hand over your mouth. Your husband pressed a kiss to your forehead, eyes flicking up to meet Amberâs in a very deliberate, very rare, work treat. She shrunk back at the look.
âI canât fucking wait to get my damn ring back.â
I'm obsessed with the idea of reader who's part of tf14 and John Price going undercover as a new married couple in the neighborhood to investigate some terrorist or national threat or something.
It's odd considering your age gap. He's 38 and you are 25. But it was you and him who had done the most undercover work. Ghost had next to no experience in it apart from mandatory training, Gaz was a horrible actor, and Soap was a bit too good of an actor. Way too exaggerated in his speech and movements. He's a dead giveaway.
So, it was you and Price.
You definitely got some odd looks from your new neighbours when the two of you moved in. A few different couples and families came to greet you to which you would flaunt your ring and hang out of Prices arm. Absolutely enamored by your new husband.
"We're just back from our honeymoon! We can't wait to start fresh here, it's such a lovely neighbourhood. Where's the closest grocery store?"
If it were up to you, you wouldn't be so bubbly and ditzy, but Laswell insisted on that sort of personality. Apparently the wife of the guy you're after has a similiar personality and loves flaunting her relationship.
Therefore, you and Price obviously have to be as affectionate as possible at all times.
Random kisses while walking past their house, his arm around your shoulder, you insisting he carry you around when your feet get sore from your heels.
It was when you were out "gardening" (you had no clue how to garden) that she finally approached, insisting that you and John were just the cutest couple she had ever seen and that you absolutely had to go to their annual summer barbeque.
Of course when you were at that barbeque you and John had to run off to the bathroom. No of course you werent going in there at the same time! Its just a coincidence that you both had to go...
What a coincidence also that you couldn't get the zipper of your dress back up. John just had to go in and help you with it.
Yeah, you two made out in the bathroom like a bunch of horny teenagers but who could blame you? You were newly weds! And you obviously had to keep up the act.
And yes it was necessary for you both to sleep in the same bed every night, pressed close together with very minimal clothing. You never know who's watching.
It's necessary to act as in love as possible. Even when you're alone. All for the sake of the mission, of course.
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A/N: I kinda liked this lol should I expand on it? Turn it into an actual fic? Now I have the thought in my head I lowkey want tođŤŁ
thinking about how he's such a concise texter that you have to train him out of it. it's not because he's not interested in you, but the fact that he talks like he types. full sentences, completed thoughts, accurate punctuation, all of it.
the day you message him, "bren?? can you please stop sending me periods? it makes me feel like you're mad at me đĽş," he's genuinely appalled. periods? the thing that you're supposed to end a sentence with? you're upset about that?
and his thoughts might sound like they're dismissing you, but they're not. sure, the man is confused about why your sensitive heart (that he loves) can't handle proper punctuation, but who is he to question it?
so yes, brendon park still types with proper capitalization and writes in full sentences, but he no longer ends his texts with a period. and occasionally, he'll even surprise you with an emoji, which is always way more exciting to you than it should be.
âPlease donâtâ you cut him off. âThereâs no need for the speech, you donât feel the same way right?â He shakes his head, âokay so thereâs no more that needs to be saidâ.
You cut the conversation off completely, your feet moving automatically creating distance between the two of you, tears threatening to fall as your grip tightens on your bag.
It was after a long shift, you and the rest of night crew were in the park sharing beers and stories, you hadnât known a lot of them yet, as you were a night nurse assigned to the Pitt.
And working on the night shift for some time has shown you had a major thing for the night shift attending.
Dr. Jack Abbot
It had started when he had defended you against a patient who was getting in your face, smelling like alcohol.
Then he would know how you took your coffee, and would give you little sweets that he kept in his pocket for you.
You were falling head over heels for him.
You were tossed a beer, you donât drink beer, better yet you donât drink at all, but you nicely said âthanksâ and carried on listening to everyone speak about the craziness of today
âThat guy in south 9 was so ready to whoop my assâ Dr Ellis proclaims shaking her head.
You look over at Dr. Abbot who listing to the stories carefully laughing along, now and again adding on his own stories.
At some point he looks over at you and winks turning back to the conversation again, this causes you to turn you attention to your now slightly-warm unopened beer and blush.
Everyone started to clear out one by one, leaving only you and him together. Sitting in the silence of the morning park with on every occasion a dog walker or cyclist going past, you look up at him and he is already staring at you.
âWhatâs on your mind?â He asked taking a sip from his can.
âCan I ask you something?â You fiddle with the still unopened warm can of beer.
He hums in response taking one more sip of beer
âThis is going to sound really forward and I really hope I donât regret doing this but I was hoping we could go out together sometime?â you say in one breath.
âOhâ he sighs now sitting up. thatâs all you need to confirm how he feels.
Going back home was a nightmare, while everyone moves towards work youâre moving towards home, an older woman hands you a tissue as you silently cried on the bus back home.
Your dog was your emotional support for the rest of the day as you kept it hostage as you cuddled it in bed not letting it go, eventually falling asleep to your sniffles.
it was almost laughable, how utterly stupid you had been.
Where had this confidence come from to ask someone way above your league out?
You cringed inside whenever it replayed in your mind, you were so so so naive.
You didnât want to go to work at all, to face him in a couple of hours but you had to because you:
1.loved your job as a nurse
2.had thousands in student loan.
And some hours later you were walking through those hospital doors once more, walking in just as day shift and night shift were doing handoffs. You walked to the nurses station greeting everyone with the normal amount of enthusiasm.
Just 12 hours of being professional
You could see the back of him turn to the rest of the night shift crew, they yell out a chant and they all disperse, Dr.Abbot turns to face the nurses station and you quickly act busy not want to start any type of interaction.
âCan we talk?â Dr.Abbot says directly to you. You look up at him and try to decipher what he wanted. âAbout?â Your sticking with professionalism not wanting to over think any interactions again. âYou know what?â He looks away now a small burrow of his eyebrows.
âLook Dr. Abbot you had told me how you felt and I understood, my feelings donât have to be reciprocatedâ you say, your eyes moving back to the papers in front of you.
âI know bu-â
âJust drop it okay?â Your eyes darting back to him in a whisper-shout. You really donât want to do this with him and feel even more humiliated.
The next few shifts you meet Dr.Abbot with strict levels of professionalism not wavering as to not get your hopes up ever again and he doesnât fight back also keeping the same levels.
Your night shift was ending it close, all packed away heading towards the door,you wave to Ahmed who gives you a heads up, when you eyes catches on the office board.
Who is Dr.Abbot
Your eyes catch to a name but the rest of the sentence is covered up with sticky notes.
âWhatâs the new bet?â You ask Ahmed, he gives you a smirk leading you into the office
âSome nurses overheard Dr.Robby and Dr.Abbot speaking about how hes gonna ask someone out and Robby made a comment about workplace relationship. So weâre guessing that he has a thing for somebody in the ER.â
You look down at the names:
Mohan has 27 tally marks
Al hashimi has 15 tally marks
Dr.Walsh has 13 tally marks
Dana has 3 tally marks
And a few more names written down with 1 tally marks
You find your name and it has 0 tally marks
At least you know he doesnât have feeling for you whatsoever
âWhy is my name up there?â
âOh I think princess gave you a mark and then changed it to Mohan a couple hours later, I forgot to wipe your name awayâ
You nod slowly. Not even others believed you could be the crush.
You rummage through your purse and come out with 20 dollars
âPut 20 for Dr.Mohan and they are not dating yet but have been on exactly 2 dates from todayâ you give the money to him and walk out the office.
âNot for yourself?â Ahmed questions with a raised eyebrow
âNo, Iâm not who heâs gonna askâ you smile back at him seeing him wipe your name off the board.
You donât know much about Dr.Mohan but you know that her and Dr.Abbot are quite close in the ER.
you feel jealous as she had a higher probability to actually get with him then you, I mean she is hot, like really hot.
So if he liked her back you wouldnât be surprised.
The next few weeks is you keeping a distance from Dr. Abbot.
Your in the break room with a few others as they talk about the bet.
âDay shift says they saw both them come out a room togetherâ one nurse gossips.
âAt this point itâs not a matter of if but when.â
They all laugh and you let out a strained chuckle that dies immediately.
âWho did you put money on y/n?â
âOh Dr.Mohan alsoâ you say taking a sip of your coffee.
The conversation continues but you stopped listening. You feel tears welling up in your eyes.
You quickly make an excuse to leave heading off into a bathroom and into a stall.
You let the tears fall silently, you feel so embarrassed at yourself about it all, of course he wouldnât like you, he would never feel that way about you, you have to accept that as fact.
You decided then and there you were going to spend any more time on this, you canât, for your own sake.
You leave the bathroom hoping not a hint of what you were just doing shows up in your face.
âHey kid do you mind doing food orders?â lena calls from the nurse station.
You shake your head, grabbing the pen and notepad she had shoved on the desk.
You spend the next 30 minutes grabbing everyone order which was from a local Thai restaurant that open late.
âThatâs seems to be everyone, Iâll order it nowâ
Lena leans over and checks the list.
âYou seem to be forgetting someone sweetheart.â
You know exactly who sheâs speaking about but you really canât speak to him right now.
The roof door makes a loud clang as it shuts behind you.
You scan over the area and you see a familiar body resting against the railing, his head is down, he looks like he is sleeping.
âDr.Abbot.â You shout out.
He head whips around towards you startled at first but then calms, turning his head back around.
âHey kid.â
The nickname makes you wince.
âIâm taking food orders for that Thai place.â You wave the notepad.
âIâm good kidâ he doesnât face you, he looks off into the distance a bit
âAre you sure? We still have a few hours left and-â
âI said Iâm goodâ he raises his voice a bit and makes you take a step back, he puts his head and his hands giving him a few seconds.
âIâm sorryâ you say sheeply, youâre already moving before the words have left your lips.
A few hours have passed since that incident and you try to not let it mean anything, he probably is just stressed out, I mean we work in an ER, but itâs still weighs heavy on you.
Youâre standing by the nurses station, writing down notes.
âHey Dr.Abbot, got a new patient waiting for youâ
You look up to see lena passing an iPad behind you.
All of a sudden a hand reaches past you and a hand grabs your waist as support, you look past your shoulder to see Dr. Abbot right behind you.
âThanksâ
You quickly look down at your notes,continuing to write your notes. His hand still on your waist.
He continues conversation with Lena while he looks at the chart. You donât move, you canât, youâre stuck with the warmth on your waist.
âDayshift should be arriving right about now to do handoffsâ
âWell speak of the devilâ Lena says, you look up to see Dr.Mohan walking up to us.
You become way more aware of the hand on you waist.
you become self conscious too, you move his hand away by the wrist and scurry behind the nurses station sitting down.
You donât look at him so you donât know his reaction, but given that he greets Mohan with a hug, you assume he didnât care as much as you did with the lost touch.
They are in conversation all smiles with each other, like they forgot about everyone else in the ER , in the entire world.
All the nurses and some residents around all send silent looks at each other.
âYou gonna miss your work-wife Dr.Abbot?â Dr.Ellis says jokingly
He doesnât say anything to that, just gives her another hug and she heads towards the locker room.
You let out a breath you didnât know you were holding and you check the time.
5 minutes left of your shift.
You end your noting and begin packing away.
You donât want to indulge in the conversation, indulge in anything about him, you donât even look at him as you say your goodbye citing the end of your shift.
In the locker room, Dr.Mohan is in there sorting herself out.
âHey y/n.â
You give a quick wave before moving to your own locker.
âHey did you know about that bet?, the one with Dr.Abbot I meanâ
âUh yeah, I did, why?â You donât look at her,continuing with your things.
âPeople think heâs gonna ask out me, can you believe that?â
Of course I can believe it, everyone believes it, youâre growing annoyed with her now.
âYeah I do, you just got called his work-wife and he didnât deny itâ
You shut your locker give her a stern bye before heading back out, you give everyone a good bye as you see them and head at the ambulance bay doors.
You have the next few days off, which youâre glad to have, some time away from Jack will do you some good.
But that doesnât go to plan.
Your friend maise is leaving Pittsburgh for a new opportunity in New York and has a flight in the early morning so as a last hurrah we decided to go to a bar to celebrate her new found opportunity, but you also took it as a time to hopefully forget about Jack.
But this comes to a close when a guy gets a bit too handsy with you and not liking that you rejected him, punches you square in the face, this knocks you back taking a few glasses with you shattering them and leaves a large cut down your forearm and some glass in your hand.
Cut to the ER, where you have an ice pack and cloth to your nose in chairs. A guy kind enough gives you a jacket to shield from prying eyes of the skimpy outfit your wearing.
âY/N oh gosh are you okay?â You hear a night nurse, your colleague, shout out.
You stand up with the help of your friend as the world is a little blurry right now.
âYeah just got sucker punched by a guy 3x my sizeâ
She leads you into a room and lays you down on the bed.
âStay here while I get a doctorâ she leaves quickly.
Your friend tries to converse with you but your face hurts too much to speak, so you opt to just lay there while she speaks instead.
A few minutes later you hear the door open, and walk in Dr.Abbot.
âAre you okay y/n?â
You nod your head, too embarrassed and hurt to speak.
âRight, CT has already been ordered for you let me get a look at nose make sure itâs not brokenâ
The cloth leaves your face to show a complete bloodied nose with a cut at the ridge of it and a bruise forming around your cheek.
âJesus y/n, what happened?!â
He felt around your nose with his gloved hand and you winced in pain.
âSome guy lifted my dress and tried to get in my underwear, didnât like when I pushed him off and punched meâ
You saw his jaw tighten in reaction.
âDid you call the police?â
âYeah they guy tried to say that I assaulted him but luckily there were about 20 witness and camera that vouch in my favour.â
âGoodâ itâs all he says with tightness in voice and face.
You felt humiliated and tired, you just wanted to sleep.
âCT is pretty backed up right now but Iâll fast track you, let me clean your arm and do stichesâ he takes out the suture kit and places your arm on the table.
âYouâre doing it? Arenât like interns supposed to?â
âYou donât trust me.â
âItâs not that I donât, but arenât there big cases going on?â
âYouâre my big case tonight.â
He ends the conversation,picking up the tweezers and taking the glass out your hand.
You look over to maise who give you a knowing look and you shake your head at her, she rolls her eyes looking down at her phone.
Youâre told that luckily nothing is broken but you do have a concussion and will be here for the next few hours before you can go home.
The police came and got your statement asking if you would like to press charges in which Maise gave a loud âare you serious!?â too.
Your left to your own thoughts as Maise had to catch her flight.
But now left with your thoughts you begin to cry, tears overwhelm you, you feel disgusting and probably look it too, just remembering that guy touching you.
You crying so hard you donât notice when hands touch your shoulder and wrap you into a hug.
âItâs okay y/n Iâm hereâ Dr.abbot say stroking your head.
He lets you cry into him for a few minutes until your sobs subside for sniffles.
âIâm sorryâ you say, âI wet your scrub topâ you wipe at his top, backing away from him.
âI donât careâ his hand still on the back of your head stroking it.
âI look horrible donât I?â
âYou think I care what you look like right now?â
He sits down in the chair and pulls it closer.
âWhere your friend hmm?â His hand moves from the back of your head to your check wiping the tears as softly as he could without hurting you.
âShe had to leave, her flight to New York should have left by nowâ you sniffle.
âCan anyone take ca-â
He stops mid sentence, he clears his throat looking away.
You look at him confused.
âYour dress..it uhhâ
You look down and see your dress has been pulled down, exposing a bare boob.
You gasp in response quickly fixing yourself.
âShit Iâm sorryâ
âItâs okay donât worryâ
âI didnât even knowâ
âHey donât worry about itâ
âNo fuck, that embarrassingâ
âY/n!â You stop your rambling and look at him
âDo you have anyone to care for you?â
You shake your head
âWhat are you going to do?â you shrug your shoulders.
âI can take care of myselfâ
âNot when you can barely do anything, concussion suck and to add a bruised nose and fucked arm into the mix, you will need helpâ
âIâm sure Iâll manage Dr.Abbotâ you look up at the ceiling but the lights blind you and you wince in pain.
You hear him take a sigh before standing up, you look at him.
âIâll take a few days off, Iâll come get you at the end of my shift.â
âWhat?!â But before you can continue your protest he leaves the room.
The drive to your house was quiet, just the radio going.
He didnât speak, not one word.
And you didnât either, you were thinking of him and her.
This was a bad idea, him taking care of you, you shouldâve put up more of a protest.
By the time youâve made up your mind to tell that you donât want him to take care of you, heâs parking in front of your house.
âJack I donât need a caregiver.â
âYouâve got a concussion and your hurtingâ
âAnd Iâll be fine by myself,just please Jackâ the last part was earnest, you couldnât do it.
You get out the car and head to the door not letting Jack respond to you.You thought he would get the hint of you not wanting his help.
You grab your keys from your purse beginning to turn the lock when a hand reached from behind your turning it all the way. He pushes the door open and you walk through but before you can slam the door in his face, he already through the threshold.
âJack Iâve just said I donât need your help.â
âTough, cuz youâre going to get it anyways.â
You relented, shutting the doors behind you.
You were going to speak when your dog came running out towards you, you bent down and happily pet her.
âWhoâs this?â Jack said also bending to pet.
âThis is max sheâs my rescue dogâ
âShe?â He raised an eyebrow
âYes, she is a girl and her name is max,dealâ
You went into the kitchen, grabbing items out of cabinets to cook for yourself.
âHey, what are you doing?â Jack says entering the kitchen. âIâm cooking for myself,why?â, you reach for an item in a top cabinet having to stretch causing your arm to hurt, you wince in pain and grab it. âThatâs why, youâre gonna pop a stich, this is why you need someone.â
He grabs your shoulders pushing you towards the stairs
âGo rest, let me do it for you.â, you didnât put a fight with him, there was no point in arguing with him.
You spent the rest of the day in bed trying to get some rest, but you had a splitting headache so you just silently cried yourself to sleep.
You woke up to the darkness, looking to your bed side alarm to the time
3:04 am
You got out of bed, stalking downstairs.
You could hear the low sound of tv on and the glow down the steps.
âJack.â You said sleepily
You heard the tv pause and the sound of heavy footstep reach the bottom of the stairs
You see the faint outline of him from the tv glow. You make you way down still groggy, at least the headache is gone.
You still havenât woke up fully yet, you sleepily made your way downstairs, meeting Jack at the bottom.
âHey baby, how are you?â Youâre too sleepy to notice the nickname or the kiss he gives to your temple.
You give a small hum
âYou hungry?â You give a small nod
He sets you down on the couch while he heats up the food he made earlier.
You cuddle up into the couch, letting your eyes rest.
You begin to fall back asleep when he comes back out with a bowl.
âThankyou.â You say small.
Jack sits beside you, watching you eat.
âHowâs the pain?â He keeps his voice low.
â7/10.â You whisper back.
You take a couple more bites of food, but your stomach canât handle it. You believe that youâre eating too fast so you hand the bowl to Jack.
âYouâve barely touched itâ Jack says looking at you.
You begin to gag when you realise youâre about to throw up, you run to the bathroom upstairs luckily making it, you spew your guts out.
You try to move your hair out the way but no luck u too you feel a hand grab the sides of your hair pulling it back into a ponytail and then rubbing your back.
After your nauseas subsides, you let out a gasped Thank you and sorry.
âAre you good now?â He asked
You shake your head in response feeling another bout of nausea reach your throat.
He tightens he grip about your hair making sure nothing falls out.
Your crush is seeing you throw your guts up, you felt embarrassed at yourself.
You use his thigh to steady yourself as you throw up one last time.
You flush the toilet, catching your breath for a moment, you begin to stand up but Jack grabs your arm pulling you down into him.
He sits on the floor legs spread and he puts you between them, wrapping his hands around you.
âIâm sorry that was disgusting.â You say, you mentally slap yourself at the situation.
âIt wasnât disgusting.â
âYes it was Dr.Abbotâ you say
âWhat happened to Jack?â
You look up at him confused.
âOn the stairs you called me Jack.â
âDid I? I was sleepy, Iâm sorryâ you look down at the floor.
âDonât be, I like itâ he let out a small chuckle as if it was funny.
But you donât find it funny, this whole thing isnât funny. He confusing you, it made you almost hate him for it.
âI should shower, Dr. Abbot.â You push yourself off him, quickly going in your room and grabbing a towel.
By the time youâre back to the bathroom Jack is not in sights, which youâre grateful for.
You hear the tv once more downstairs, you sigh shutting the door.
You wake up to your 9am alarm going off, you had forgotten to turn it off. You smack at the clock turning it off, but now youâre awake. Wide awake.
You descend down stairs meeting, you hear loud breathing coming from the living room, you walk down the stairs slowly.
You see Jack on the floor doing push ups shirtless, heâs counting up.
53âŚ54âŚ55âŚ56.
He breaths are haggard it sends flutters to your stomach as you imagine him on top of you hearing the whispered groans and breathing.
The last step in loud enough to take him out of his workout and stops mid push to look at you, a smile showing up on his face.
âYouâre awakeâ he pushes himself off the floor and walks towards you.
Your now able to see him better now, his hair disheveled, sweaty dripping down his forehead, down his neck and onto his big chest, freckles littered everywhere, you could see a patch of chest hair and a lil happy trail going down to a place you would love to explore.
âDonât stop on my account.â You wipe the tired from your eyes.
âItâs okay, howâs the pain?â
âBetter Thankyouâ
âI made you breakfast,itâs light not a heavy meal.â
You sat down at the table, looking up at miming a thank you.
âIâm gonna shower youâll be fine on your own right?â
You nod in response.
He walks upstairs, while you continued to eat luckily not feeling nauseous.
You hear a ping of a phone coming from the couch, believing itâs yours you go to pick it up.
However when looking at the plain apple default lock screen itâs clear itâs jacks, you begin to put it down when you read who the message is from.
Samira
You now intrigued read the message.
Oh thatâs gross, she better not have thrown up all over you, my offer to come rescue you still stands and we could spend it together instead.â¤ď¸đ
Your eyebrows furrow in question and frustration, when another message comes through.
You really donât have to help her out, seeing as her confession made you a bit uncomfortable.
You felt sick all over again, you really wanted to read the rest of the conversation but he had a password and also you respected his privacy.
But he didnât respect you, you hadnât thought he would tell anyone about that, but the fact it made him uncomfortable, you felt embarrassed again.
You hear the bathroom door open and you quickly place the phone where you saw it and go back to the table.
Jacks come down the stairs in just a towel wrapped around his waist.
You donât even process that, your too angry at him to.
âForgot my phone.â
You hum in response not making eye contact with him.
âHowâs breakfast?â
âItâs great, yeahâ
âNo nausea?â
Not from the food
âIâm fine Dr.Abbotâ your stern your throat becoming dry.
He heads back upstairs and once you hear the shower going is when you let the tears drop.
Jacks comes back just before noon, and you hadnât been waiting, you had left the house to get some fresh air away from Jack. You knew he was back by the text messages and calls he was making.
Which you ignored.
He had the audacity to act like some knight in shining while talking shit about you to Dr.Mohan, you felt like every name under the sun.
You settled at a cafe in your neighbourhood and drank some tea, since coffee was way to strong right now, you stayed until 5pm when the cafe closed, so with a huff you went back to your home.
Unlocking the front door your met with the barks of max, who you happily pet.
âY/n, is that youâ you hear from the kitchen.
âYep.â Jack rounds the corner.
âWhere have you been?â His voice stern
âI went out, and before you asked I didnât do any crazy physical activity, I was at a cafe sitting the entire time.â
âYou shouldâve told me.â
âWhy?â
âBecause-
âBecuase what Jack? Youâre not family nor are we together.â
He doesnât answer, he stands there for a few seconds, taking a few moments before heading back in the kitchen.
You continue to pet max getting emotional stability from her.
Icing Jack out is better than him being in close proximity, he said himself you make him uncomfortable.
The tv plays a movie while you sit on the couch, Jack sits beside you staring mindlessly it at it, you can tell by the way he continuously huffing and puffing that he has a lot on his mind.
But you donât bother to ask, you donât want to know.
The movie lulls you, your eyes being heavy you rest you head on the couch, falling asleep immediately.
Your shook awake by Jack nudging your shoulder, however you wake to something hard beneath your head.
âY/nâ you hear him coo.
The tv is playing a different movie now,the tv glow helps light up what situation your in, your body is vertical and your head rests on his lower stomach.
You get up using your hand as a stand not realising where you put it, you hear a groan come from him.
âOh fuckâ
you look him in the face, you still sleepy and then you look down at where your hand is and it lying on the tight part of his jeans.
You immediately pull it away
âIâm so sorry Jack, I didnât mean toâ he shakes his head no.
You get up and immediately go up stairs saying a quick âgoodnightâ
Once in your own bed, you cringe at what youâve done.
You wake up at 11:15am the next day. And you spend some extra hours in your room to cowardly to come to face with him.
Your in the middle of a book when you a knock on your door
âHey y/n are you okay?â
You immediately shut the book, waiting a few more seconds
âY/nâ you walk towards the door, opening it slowly, your met with the tall figure of Jack.
âHi, is something wrong?â You say looking up at him
âYou havenât eaten, I was worried.â He pushes the door in a bit and you let him walking out of the room.
You walk down the stairs and met max greeting you.
âYou missed breakfast so I made brunchâ
âThanks Dr.Abbotâ you hear sigh leave his lips but he doesnât say anything.
You sit down at the table and he sits next to you
So much for proximity
You both begin eating, making small talk, when his phone pings as it sits right between you
And youâre not able to read the entire message just who itâs from and the first line.
And your stomach drops
Samira
Iâve missed you at work, when can I see you Jackie
He picks up the phone immediately and begins typing angling it away from you
You cringe at the pet name.
They are already acting like a married couple.
In that moment you felt like the other woman, you didnât even have any reason to be called that, you were just another woman that he had no feelings for.
âWhoâs that? You say taking a bite.
âIt just work.â he puts the phone in his jean pocket and you hum in response.
âYour nose seems to be healing greatâ he says diverting the topic.
The bruise is slowly but surely fading and your arm is healing, once this concussion nonsense is done, Jack Abbot will be out of your hair.
âYeah Iâm gonna call work about coming back in soon.â
âYeah?â He says with a smile.
âYeah and to your luck you wonât have to be my caregiver any more.â You take a bite of your food, âIâll be out of your hair for good.â
He hums as his only response, brunch being silent for the remainder.
Jack took you on his walk with max, to get more physical activities in and to get you out of the house.
You walked side by side not saying much.
At some point you got a bit dizzy and you both sat down for a while.
âSorry I just feel light headedâ
â please donât apologise to me,babyâ
Gosh that pet name sent butterflies through your stomach, you needed him say it to you more often.
âHere rest on meâ, you looked at him as he outstretched his arm around you bring you closer into his warmth.
You hated how easily you did as you were told, and you hated how his body just fit perfectly with yours, you hated how easy this was for him, how he could do this and not hold any feelings towards you.
Jack soothed you, rubbing your arm, and your head nestled further into his shoulder, you closed your eyes and let your mind blank.
What a cute couple
You heard passerbys say as they walked past, that made your eyes shoot open.
âIâm good now,we can continueâ you lift your head from him, looking into his eyes, he had a look of sadness.
âAre you sure I really donât mind-â
âIâm sure Dr.Abbotâ the sadness in his eyes deepened as he loosened his grip on you.
You wake in the same position you were last night, you donât move, feel Jack sigh shuffle a tiny bit then settle, his phone is in sight, heâs messaging
He doesnât know you can read them, and you wonât let him.
He first messages is to Dr.Robby
Yeah she still has symptoms of a concussion, sheâs not ready yet, hope Shen is okay for some more time without me.
He then closes that and opens up a new text
Samira
Hey, when should I mark out on my calendar for our 3rd date? đ
The pit in your stomach grows ten fold, so there weâre feelings towards those two, theyâve already been on dates, you now know you were stupid to ask him out, he never saw you like that, you feel stupid for being in his lap.
He wasnât confusing you, he was trying to be your friend, you were the one looking into it as more than what it was.
Jack begins to type back, he deletes what he was going to say, then re types, then deletes that messages, settling on closing his phone and taking a heavy sigh.
A few minutes go past and feel as though thatâs a good amount of time to âwake upâ.
You lift yourself up this time knowing not to use you hands on him but using the space in between.
You get up not looking at him.
âSorry, I fell asleep on you againâ
He snakes a hand around your waist, pulling you into him.
âItâs okay Iâm not tiredâ
âDonât you want to go home?, sleep in your house?â
He let out a chuckle
âIâm fine on the couchâ
You let out a sigh
âJac- Dr.AbbotâŚthat me telling you to go homeâ
You still donât look at him
âI mean itâ you rub your neck, âyouâll get a bad back sleeping on here for too longâ
âCall me Jack and Iâll go sleep in my own bed tonightâ you feel his breath hit your neck with his arm pulling you even further into him.
âReally,thatâs your condition?â
âMhmmâ he closer to your ear, hearing the vibration of his low hum through your body. You lower part aches at this, how bad you wanted to turn and kiss him.
Calling him Jack , itâs too friendly, you canât be friends with him, if you are, youâd be a horrible one.
âThen enjoy the couchâ you pull his arm off you and walk upstairs.
âHey waitâ you turn your head watching him put his prosthetic on, taking that as your opportunity to make it to your room before he catches up.
You need him gone from your home, you canât take it anymore, he taken up your life, he likes Mohan not you.
With this concussion you were in no shape to take care of yourself.
You pull out your phone, you had one play, your hand scrolled far, stopping at a name, your ex, Grant.
Hey, I was wondering if you could help me with something.
The universal truth of fatherhood:When you're left alone with toddlers long enough......you become strangely fluent in Facial Expression.
Not because they tell you what's wrong.
Because they don't.
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John Price - House Price
Price was making lunch when he noticed his three-year-old daughter standing perfectly still in the hallway.
Hands at her sides, eyebrows knitted together, tiny lips pursed.She hadn't moved in nearly thirty seconds.He lowered the knife: "...Love?"
Nothing.
"...What happened?"
She just looked at him,thinking -> processing.
Price crouched down: "...Are you...constipated?"
The toddler's face immediately scrunched up:"NO!"
She stomped one foot.Angry toddler grumbling followed.Price held up his hands:"Right, not constipation."
His seven-year-old walked by without even looking up from his book: "She can't decide if she wants her pink socks or her blue socks."
"..."
Price looked back at his daughter: "...That's the face for socks?"
His son nodded:"Yeah."
Simon Riley - House Riley
Simon had learned his daughters had approximately twelve facial expressions.
He only understood three.
Today...
The four-year-old stood in the doorway;Frowning, eyes narrowed, looking...deeply offended.Simon paused his bottle-feeding of one of the twins: "...What's happened?"
Silence.
"...Did your sister hit you?"
Head shake.
"...Hungry?"
Head shake.
"...Toilet?"
Head shake.
He frowned.
"...Constipated?"
Instant explosion.
"I'M NOT CONSTIPATED!"
The three-year-old wandered over: "She wanted the purple cup."
"..."
Simon slowly looked at the purple cup:"...That's it?"
The younger sister nodded: "She got green."
"...Right."
Apparently green was an international offense.
John MacTavish - House Mactavish
Soap knew something was wrong because his two-year-old froze mid-run.
Just...
Stopped.
Tiny face twisting into deep concentration,Soap leaned over the couch.
"...Buddy?"
Nothing.
"...You alright?"
Nothing.
"...Ye look like yer trying tae solve taxes."
Still nothing.
"...Constipated?"
The toddler let out the loudest offended squeal known to mankind.His twin daughters burst into laughter: "Daddy!"
"He dropped his cracker!"
Soap blinked: "...He's grieving?"
The girls nodded seriously: "A really good cracker."
"...Understood."
Kyle Garrick - House Garrick
Kyle spotted his daughter standing in front of the television.
Motionless & tiny pout.
Brows furrowed.
"...Princess?"
No answer.
"...What's wrong?"
She stared into space.
"...Are you constipated?"
She gasped dramatically.
The four-year-old immediately yelled from the sofa-
"She wanted Bluey!"
Kyle looked at the remote:"...We're on Bluey."
"Yeah."
"...But it's the credits."
Kyle sighed: "...Right."
National emergency.
Alejandro Vargas - House Vargas
Alejandro found his two-year-old son staring at the wall.
Completely still, tiny angry face.
"...Mi campeĂłn?"
Nothing.
"...QuĂŠ pasĂł?"
Nothing.
He crouched.
"...Do you have tummy pain?"
Silence.
"...Constipated?"
Tiny furious squeak.
His daughters walked in:"The banana broke."
Alejandro blinked.
"...The banana..."
"...Broke."
"It snapped in half."
He looked at the broken fruit, then at his devastated son.
"...Ay..."
"This is indeed a tragedy."
Phillip Graves - House Graves
Graves found his three-year-old daughter standing with her hands on her hips.
Frowning,staring directly at the floor.
"...Sweetheart?"
Nothing.
"...What's wrong?"
Silence.
"...Constipated?"
The tiny girl let out the angriest little growl imaginable.One of the older boys looked over.
"She dropped a Cheerio."
Graves looked down. There it was,one lonely Cheerio.
"..."
"...We're upset over cereal."
The seven-year-old shrugged:"It was her favorite one."
"...They're all the same."
The boys exchanged a look that clearly said: Dad doesn't get it.
KĂśnig - House Baumgartner
KĂśnig noticed immediately.His oldest daughter usually ran everywhere.
Today...She simply stood there.
Thinking,tiny face twisted into concentration.
"...Liebling?"
Nothing.
"...What is wrong?"
Nothing.
He crouched despite being the size of a mountain.
"...Are you feeling sick?"
No response.
"...Constipated?"
The offended shriek echoed through the entire house.The middle daughter answered from the kitchen: "She forgot where she put Bunny."
"..."
KĂśnig looked around.
The stuffed rabbit was tucked under his own arm.He had been carrying it around for twenty minutes.
"...Ah."
The little girl looked up at him with complete betrayal.
He slowly handed it back:"...This one...is Papa's fault."
She forgave him instantly with a hug.
Vladimir Makarov - House Makarov
Makarov walked into the living room to find his five-year-old standing rigidly in the center of the rug.
Arms crossed.Face locked in deep concentration.He observed him for nearly a minute before speaking.
"...What happened?"
Silence.
"...Did your brothers upset you?"
Nothing.
"...Are you ill?"
Nothing.
He sighed.
"...Constipated?"
His son made the most outraged sound a five-year-old could produce:"DAD!"
The nine-year-old didn't even glance up from his homework: "He's trying to remember where he hid the candy."
"..."
Makarov looked back at the younger boy:"...You've forgotten your own hiding place?"
A guilty nod.
Another beat of silence, then Makarov folded his arms.
"...Good."
The boy blinked.
"...If you cannot find it..."
"...then neither can your brothers."
The eldest immediately protested from the table:"That's not fair!"
Makarov's expression remained perfectly calm:"It is an excellent security system."
The youngest, meanwhile, had already wandered off...Still wearing the exact same deeply conflicted expression.
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the thought of you and john travelling to vegas, getting extremely drunk running around the plaza and spending way too much money in the casino until you get kicked out.
then the next morning you wake up confused and dehydrated, with johnâs naked arms engulfing you after your wild night out. the air felt so stuffy in your hotel room and you couldn't ignore the way your head was throbbing. but it didn't matter because you had the man you love right next to you.
âgood morning, sweetheart,â john grumbles while rubbing the sleep from his eyes as you pat his chest with your left hand, which leads to him noticing the golden band wrapped around your left ring finger.
then it all started coming back to him. the quickie you had in the alleyway and you whispering in his ear how youâd never survive without him; then next thing you were in a chapel, red roses in your hands, a white clip-on veil adorning your head as you stared at him with drunken admiration.
how could he be so stupid to let this happen? You deserved a grand white wedding, a tiered cake and doves being released with all your friends and family present.
âno no no⌠it wasnât supposed to happen like this iâm so sorry love.â he shot out of bed, nakedly pacing while toying with his new ring.
âbaby itâs ok we can do the big wedding later i'm just happy i get to have you in holy matrimony.â you cheesed trying to lure him back into the king-sized bed.
as sweet as those words were, they just weren't enough to soothe john price's spirit. he was a man of order and tradition, and this was not the way things were meant to be done. especially because there was something he had been keeping from you.
"no love you don't understand... there's something i haven't told you, and i was hoping by the time i did, everything would be sorted."
you sat up, sheets pressed against your chest, because you knew whatever he was about to tell you was some bullshit you wouldn't want to hear. you could see it in the way he avoided eye contact and his delayed breathing.
"honey were going to need to get this annulled because... because technically i'm already legally married."
Summary: You were a perfect match. Or so you thought.
Pairing: Former!Unnamed Boss (you can imagine anyone) x fem!Reader, AU!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Warnings: mentions of secret relationship, boss/assistant relationship, angst, Bucky to the rescue, we get the better man, cocky/flirty Bucky
What the fuck! That was the first thing coming to your mind when you saw an arm candy hanging off your bossâs arm. She was giggling like some schoolgirl after too much sugar when looking your way.
You were fuming but tried not to lose your composure. Exposing the nature of your relationship to the public eye was meaningless at this point.
âThatâs a new face,â one of your most important clients said. He stood next to you, trying to act like he didnât watch you all night. âYoung too.â
âBarely legal,â you hissed through gritted teeth. âI canât believe he does this after I told him I want something more. He kept our relationship a secret only to bring this wench here.â
âSomething more,â Barnes dipped his head to look at you, smirking. âI knew you werenât strictly professional.â His smirk vanished when you choked out a sob. âHey, donât cry about this dumb man.â
âI wonât,â you replied, yet your voice cracked. âI wonât waste another minute on this man, or the job I hated for the longest time.â
âYou know,â he moved closer to whisper in your ear, âwe have an open position, and pay well. You can wear whatever you want and bang the boss.â
âSeriously?â You laughed at his cockiness. âI knew you were overly self-confident, but I wonât switch jobs only to make the same mistakes I did in the past.â
âMistakes?â He furrowed his brows. âDoll, if you agree to work for me, Iâll triple your wage. Your office will be bigger, and my tongue works better with something sweet on it.â
You laughed again, and wiped a stray tear off your cheek. âNot so long ago I believed we were in love. He told me so many nice things, and promised a future weâd never have. A perfect liar.â
âNot as perfect as he seems,â Barnes replied, his voice a little rougher. âHe is showing off an arm candy instead of the woman who always stood by his side. Even when his business was about to collapse.â
âHmmâŚâ You looked at your boss, the man you loved with all your heart for three years. âWhat if I agree? Can you do something for me?â
âAnything. Name it, and it will happen,â Barnes said, and meant it.
Your voice lacked sadness when you said, âI want you to help me destroy him. Not only his business, but his reputation too.â
âConsider it done,â he said. âAnd the offer about my tongue still stands.â
You chuckled lightly. âHow about you prove that your mouth can keep up with your promises? Afterward, we can come back to your tongue.â
âOnly if you call me Bucky from now on.â Bucky stepped in front of you, holding out his hand.
âDeal.â
Later that night, Bucky confronted your former boss. Bucky made it his mission to tell him that you were gone and that, from now on, Bucky would take good care of you.
âWow, she must be damn good at blowing dick. She mustâve sucked every rational thought out of your dumb brain,â Bucky taunted, an evil smirk on his lips. âThereâs no other explanation for your stupidity.â
Bucky threw his head back, laughing loudly when your former lover tried to lie about the woman he brought to the event you planned for months.
âWell, thank you for messing up. I wanted to get her to leave you for two years. You made things so much easier for me.â Bucky snickered before walking off, a spring in his step.
Summary: The life of a princess isn't private. But neither is an F1 driver's. So people start catching on to you dating Oscar Piastri.
Word count: 4.8k
Warning: very slight angst (2025 abu dhabi)
A/n: i'm not even going to promise anything anymore. chapter 7 of i think we're alone now is fighting me :( but!! this is really sweet and i loved writing it, so please enjoy this! also!! requests are open!!
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princess.yn.ln: business as usual in monacođđ§Ą
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user1: omg, i can't believe it!! y/n watching an f1 race?? from oscar's garage?? my favorite princess and favorite driver interacting?đ
mclarenracingf1: thank you for gracing us with your presence!
princess.yn.ln: thank you for inviting me! it was a great experience!
landonorris: next time you're welcome to be on my side of the garageđđ§Ą
user2: omg not lando shooting his shotđ
user3: such a loser omgđđ
user4: what are you doing at an f1 race?? you shouldn't go anywhere near those dirty cars!
user5: c'mon, this isn't the ancient times, she does a bunch of things like this
user6: so great to see you attending the monaco grand prix!
user7: so y/n was on oscar's side of the garage and he didn't even like this post?đ he's such a loser
user8: didn't you see them interacting before the race?? they were so awkwardđđ
user9: well, mostly oscar. i think y/n was just unsure about the place
user10: it was fully oscar's fault, y/n was flawless as usual
user11: leave my baby alone, he can't help being awkwardđ
user12: wait so a literal princess wasn't in the vip lounge?? she was down in the garage?? with all those people??
princecharming: y/n is as down to earth as a princess can get. also! she's the nicest person i've ever had the pleasure to meetđĽ°
user12: girl, you're so luckyđ
user13: still don't understand how a princess ends up at an f1 race, but you go girl!!
You've been talking to this one guy for months now, never meeting up, never knowing his real name. It was easier on the anonimous dating site, because that made it possible for you to date someone for yourself and not for your title.
Until a month ago, where he confessed that he was an F1 driver and that he wanted to meet you for real.
That's how you ended up in Monaco with an all access pass as the guest of McLaren and more importantly the guest of its driver Oscar Piastri. Your heart raced about as fast as he did that Sunday and were kind of glad that your background provided enough media training so that it didn't show on your face.
Because there were cameras. A lot of them. And most of them pointed at you when you entered the paddock, as you watched the race, as you did anything remotely interesting.
And after the race, after the podium celebrations, you were finally out of the public eye and right in front of Oscar Piastri. He smelled strongly of the champagne even though he pulled his race suit halfway down.
"You didn't tell me you were a princess," he started, clearly tired and a little out of it.
"To be fair, you didn't tell me you were an f1 driver either," you countered, back straight though you were feeling extra nervous now that you were face to face.
You had to admit that Oscar looked absolutely beautiful. Even with his wet hair and sweat clinging to him. With his red cheeks, which you weren't sure were only from the race.
"But I told you earlier. You should've let me know before you came..." he trailed off, looking away from you. "I would've..."
"You didn't have to do anything," you resisted the urge to reach out to him, keeping your hands to yourself. "That's why we were both on that dating app, no? To keep our realities from putting a strain on our... relationship."
Oscar sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. You knew that this was the moment you had to make a choice. Where he had to make a choice.
"If you... if this is too much for you, I understand. It's not as if we've become anything more than friends," you told him, kindly, though your heart was heavy.
After all, the life of a princess wasn't easy. Constantly in the public eye, representing a whole country. There were things expected of you: do everything good, marry right, continue your lineage. It was something out of your choice.
But Oscar had the choice and you weren't going to take that from him, no matter how much you've grown to like him.
"No-" he said then, quicker than either of you expected. "No I... couldn't- I don't want to... fuck, how do I say this?" he groaned, clearly fighting with himself. "I want to continue whatever started. Because it's been really good. I just... I'm just a bit overwhelmed is all."
"I..." you started. "It's okay. Do you want me to go?"
"No... I... could you wait for me? I have debrief and I have to change but... I want to take you out for dinner," he explained. "Can I? As a date."
"Yeah," you smiled gently. "I would love that."
Oscar finally smiled then and your heart skipped a beat. Of course he smiled on the podium, but this... this was directed at you and it was so much softer than the other one. It was beautiful. He was beautiful.
"Oh... yeah," he blinked suddenly. "Where do I even take a literal princess on a date?"
You couldn't help the laugh that broke out of you. It was half amusement, half relief at not being rejected. Your heart was so much lighter than ten minutes before.
"Anywhere you want to," you told him, grin bright.
"No, no," he shook his head. "Not only is it our first date, it's also... you're a princess!" he pointed at you.
"Yeah," you nodded. "Still... I'm fine with anything. What do you usually eat after a race?"
"If I did good, a burger, but-"
"Perfect!" you stopped him. "It's been a while since I ate a good burger. Know any lowkey place?"
"Yeah, but-"
"No buts," you finally stepped forward and put a hand on his shoulder. He was half a head taller than you, even with your heels on. "I'll be waiting for you in the parking lot. We can take my car."
Oscar stared at you for a moment longer, eyes softening and some of the tension bleeding out of him.
yourbff: omg is this the guy you've been talking to??
âŞprincess.yn.ln: yes!! his name is oscar piastri
âŞyourbff: the f1 driver?? omg y/n!!!
âŞprincess.yn.ln: i'll tell you everything, i swear!!
âŞyourbff: you better!!
âŞyourbff: but first. is he cute? is he polite?? is he nice???
âŞprincess.yn.ln: he's a dream, he's amazing!!
yourbrother: this wasn't what we talked about...
âŞprincess.yn.ln: i know! hope father and mother isn't mad about me staying out late!
âŞyourbrother: you know them, they're more concerned than mad
âŞyourbrother: was it at least good?
âŞprincess.yn.ln: it was a dream come true. he's polite and knows how to treat a woman right
âŞyourbrother: and a princess?
âŞprincess.yn.ln: he's amazing, you don't have to worry!
âŞyourbrother: i always worry
âŞprincess.yn.ln: i know. i love youđ
âŞyourbrother: i love you tooâ¤ď¸
princecharming: damn, the guy looks very concerned
âŞprincess.yn.ln: don't let him fool you. that's just his resting face :)
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landonorris: hold on, i know that side profile! that dress!! oscar!!! are you on a date with the princess????
âŞoscarpiastri: it's just a dinner
âŞlandonorris: don't "it's just a dinner" me!! she looks beautiful, you're in a restaurant, this is a date!!
âŞoscarpiastri: she always looks beautiful. she's a princess
âŞlandonorris: mate, c'mon!
âŞoscarpiastri: good night lando
âŞlandonorris: don't leave me hanging here osc!!
âŞlandonorris: oscar!!!
nicolepiastri: who is this pretty lady? were you on a date?
âŞoscarpiastri: yeah, i'll call you tomorrow and explain it all
âŞnicolepiastri: alright darling. just did it go good?
âŞoscarpiastri: yeah, it went very well
âŞnicolepiastri: i'm glad. good night baby
âŞoscarpiastri: good night mom
hattiepiastri: omg is that the princess y/n l/n?????
âŞhattiepiastri: i know damn well you aren't ignoring me!
âŞhattiepiastri: oscar!! answer me!!
âŞoscarpiastri: yes, it is her
âŞhattiepiastri: were you on a date with her????
âŞoscarpiastri: yes
âŞhattiepiastri: well explain!! come on, i need to know!! was it good?? is she as ethereal irl as she is online??? is she very princess-y???
âŞoscarpiastri: yes to all of them
âŞhattiepiastri: ah, you're impossible!
âŞoscarpiastri: :)
waiting4princecharming: can you ask her where she got her necklace from? it's really pretty
âŞoscarpiastri: it's a family heirloom i believe :)
From then on, it was easy to fall in love and start dating. Even if the dates themselves were a little hard since you were bound by duty and in different places more often than not. But even if you spent time together, you had to find a place where no one would recognise either of you.
All the hard work was worth it though when he finally asked you to be his girlfriend. And even that didn't happen without his panicking, which you came to find endearing.
Even with talking about your title and what it entailed, Oscar couldn't shake the feeling of not being good enough for a princess. You did what you could to expel those thoughts, but ultimately it just took a long time before he stopped being anxious about his every word and action.
"Is this going to reflect badly on you and your family?" he would ask. "Oh my God, what if they find out that you're out on a date in McDonald's of all places? This was a bad ideaâŚ"
"Baby," you would start, gentle in the way you talk and reach forward to rest your hand on his own. "I asked for this. This is the most normal I get to be. And my family is going to be okay, you don't have to worry. They're glad that I'm feeling calm around you."
"Oh, so they know about me?" his eyes widened.
"Of course, and they love you," you chuckled. "We're not as closed off from reality as many seem to think."
"So you mean that the royal family watches Formula One?"
"Yeah. It used to be only my father and brothers, but since we've been dating, we've all been watching it."
"And who are you rooting for?" he leaned forward.
"Lando," you deadpanned and watched as his face dropped. You laughed then and reached forward to hold his hand. "I'm kidding, we're rooting for you, of course. How could we not? With how happy you make me."
Oscar smiled then and leaned over the table to press a kiss to your lips.
"You're so cheeky," he murmured against your lips and you couldn't help but smile.
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princess.yn.ln: the best part of the theatre world are operas. if you haven't seen an opera, go watch one! the sheer talent to these people and the amazing production, it's worth a watch!
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yourbff: which show did you watch? and more importantly, why wasn't i there??
princess.yn.ln: it was the magic flute and it was a surprise for me too! i wasn't planning on going, but it was absolutely amazing!
yourbff: oooh i understandđ
princess.yn.ln: đĽ°
yourbrother: ah, that's why⌠was it good? did you enjoy it?
princess.yn.ln: yes! thank you so much!
yourbrother: my pleasure :)
princecharming: a beautiful show and a beautiful lady :)
princess.yn.ln: :)
user25: omg this opera is sooo good! and you were in my theatre?? i could've met youđ
user26: i saw her and she looked to be enjoying the show so much! but she also wasn't alone
user25: she wasn't alone?
user26: nope! but i didn't see who she was with. they were sitting in the shadows
user25: omg⌠could she have been on a date???
user27: i mean i wouldn't be so sure. she always goes to things like this with a bunch of important people
user28: plus!! her caption seems to point more toward the importance of theatre rather than anything personal
user25: so the man on the last slide is just an important person, nothing personal?
user27: i mean it's just a hand holding the paper. there isn't anything remotely romantic about that
user29: omg her dressđ she's so pretty, it's unreal!!
user30: omg the same opera that one princess y/n l/n was watching?? is this a coincidence?? I THINK NOT!!
user31: holy shit, this cannot be real, what do you mean oscar was at the royal opera house last night?? when y/n was there too???
user32: could they have been on a date??
user33: now hold on, there's a lot of jumping to conclusions. yes they were at the same opera, but nothing points to them being there together. there were hundreds of people attending the opera yesterday, he could've been there with any of his friends
user33: i mean his girl best friend, lily was also around this weekend!
user34: in any case, if they were there together, then good for them, i wish them all the good. lord knows y/n deserves a good man, she does so much
Your relationship with Oscar wasn't the easiest of course. Everything you did was public and there was little to no private life. So you mostly spent the evenings together on call. The feats of the 21st century.
"Yeah, it was just not an easy weekend," he sighed one evening, when he was halfway across the world from you. "And I really wished that you were there. It would've made it more... bearable."
"I know," you sighed and desperately wished that he was next to you so you could reach over and hold his hand. "I'm so sorry, my love. But I will be in Abu Dhabi."
"That's still months away though," he fell back on his bed, clearly suffering.
"If I could, I would go to all your races, you know that."
"I know," he turned on his side and you couldn't help but stop for a moment to admire just how beautiful he was. "And I accepted that you were even busier than me when I asked you to be my girlfriend. It doesn't make being away from you any easier."
"It's not easy for me either," you tried to placate him. "But it's always a little easier to bear when I know that we can talk in the evening."
"It does make it slightly more bearable," he agreed and looked at you through the phone. "I just wish you were beside me."
"I wish that too," you smiled gently. "But we're meeting before Mexico, no?"
"Yeah."
"And then I'll be free for the whole week of the Abu Dhabi grand prix," you added.
"Yeah," he hummed. "I can't wait for the winter break."
"I know, my love," you smiled as he closed his eyes. "I know how tired you are. But it's almost over and you've been doing so good. I'm so proud of you."
"Thank you," he whispered. "Thank you for always standing by my side."
"You don't have to say anything if you don't want to," you hum as Oscar lays on top of you, his head buried in your neck. "But should you have anything on your mind, I'm here to listen to it."
"I just... want to not think about what I let slip," he mutters into your neck and you rake your fingers through his hair, lightly scratching at his nape.
"You didn't let anything slip. You fought valiantly, beautifully," you turn your head to nose at his cheek. "Stressed me out too," you add and he snorts. "And still, I don't think I have ever been more attracted to you than during that race."
"Not even when I won?" he lifts his head to look you in the eye.
"You were very hot every single time you won. But yesterday... I saw a different side of you. And God, it was beautiful."
"And hot?"
"And very hot," you agree and cup his face to pull him closer.
You kiss him slowly, trying to tell him everything you feel without words. He matches your pace, keeping the kiss slow but oh so sweet.
This is everything that you dreamed of while you were away from each other, everything that you promised to the other. And finally spending a whole week with each other was everything. Especially with the knowledge that the whole off season was there for the two of you to enjoy with only some duties breaking it up.
"I love you so much," he mutters against your lips. "You're so good to me."
"I love you more," you smile. "My prince charming."
[caption: my boyfriend before he was my boyfriendđ (he was trying to impress me. it didn't work)]
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oscarpiastri: i think i did pretty good with twinkle twinkle little star
âŞprincess.yn.ln: you did, i was endearedđđ
âŞoscarpiastri: đ§Ąđ§Ą
hattiepiastri: was this right after monaco?đ
âŞprincess.yn.ln: it WAS!! he played twinkle twinkle little star to međ
âŞhattiepiastri: can't believe you still agreed to date this idiotđ
âŞprincess.yn.ln: what can i say? he was very endearingđđ
charles.leclerc: i raised him rightđ
âŞprincess.yn.ln: hmmm i wouldn't say thatđ¤
âŞcharles.leclerc: đŠđŠ
landonorris: what a loserđ
âŞprincess.yn.ln: that loser pulled a princess, while you...
âŞlandonorris: đŚđŚ
yourbff: you guys are disgustingly in love
âŞprincess.yn.ln: thank youđĽ°đđ
yourbrother: when are you two coming home?
âŞprincess.yn.ln: soon! it's just another three days and we'll be home!đ
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princess.yn.ln: my loveđĽşđđ
âŞoscarpiastri: i love youđ§Ąđ§Ą
âŞprincess.yn.ln: i love you more!!đđđ
hattiepiastri: god i love her dresses so muchđŠđŠ
âŞoscarpiastri: she says thank you
âŞoscarpiastri: and told me to tell you that when you come to the palace you can choose anything to wear
âŞhattiepiastri: tell her thank you!!
âŞhattiepiastri: also still can't believe that for the next couple of weeks you'll be staying at the palaceđŠ you're so lucky!!
âŞoscarpiastri: i do feel luckyđ
yourbrother: just don't get cold feet!!
âŞoscarpiastri: i won't, i promise
âŞyourbrother: good! take care of my sister!
yourbff: i'll be arriving around 4pm
âŞoscarpiastri: thank you so much!
âŞyourbff: wouldn't miss it for the world!!
landonorris: tell me honestly, when are you planning to make her your wife?? she's perfect
âŞoscarpiastri: believe me, i know
âŞlandonorris: you're dodging the question
âŞoscarpiastri: aren't you meant to still be celebrating with your family?
âŞlandonorris: yeah, but i'm also missing my best friend :(
âŞoscarpiastri: đ§Ą
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princess.yn.ln: i can add "future mrs. piastri" to my list now! thank you @.yourbff for coordinating everything and letting us have a beautiful night together!
and to the love of my life: you are everything to me and thank you for your beautiful speech! i still can't believe we met less than a year ago, it feels like we've known each other for ages! thank you for always putting up with me and still loving me through it all! i can safely say you're my soulmate and i love you so much!
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oscarpiastri: princess y/n piastri-l/n does have a ring to it!đđ§Ą
oscarpiastri: and i love you so much more! thank you for everything this season. you're my soulmate!đ§Ą
princess.yn.ln: it does have a nice ring to itđđđ
yourbff: girl, you don't know how hard it was to hide this from youđŠ i wanted to tell you just how much planning went into this. but i'm so glad that you had a beautiful evening!
princess.yn.ln: it was a dream come true!! thank you so much!!
nicolepiastri: welcome to the family, y/n! we're so happy to have you!
princess.yn.ln: it's my pleasure nicole! you raised an amazing young man and i couldn't be happier!
hattiepiastri: i can't believe our family will be tied to THE ROYAL FAMILY!!
hattiepiastri: and i'm gonna have the princess and FUTURE QUEEN as my sister-in-lawđđ
princess.yn.ln: i'm really lucky to have you guys become a part of our family. you're all so amazing!!
yourbrother: glad to see that my favorite driver didn't get cold feetđ
yourbrother: also i guess congratulations!
princess.yn.ln: thank you, bozođđđ
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oscarpiastri: guess i'm marrying a princessđ
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princess.yn.ln: oscaarđ what is this caption??
oscarpiastri: the truth?
princess.yn.ln: you should've let me come up with itđ
oscarpiastri: i think it's clever :)
princess.yn.ln: you're impossibleđ
princess.yn.ln: still love you thoughđ
oscarpiastri: i love you too!đ§Ą
hattiepiastri: you're such a loser
oscarpiastri: thank you
landonorris: i can't believe this is the way you're announcing your engagementđ
landonorris: congrats mate
oscarpiastri: thank you, mate
charles.leclerc: not even a heads up for your father?đ
oscarpiastri: sorry charles
charles.leclerc: still, congratulations! alexandra says she wants to spend a "bride-out" with y/n
oscarpiastri: i'll let her know :)
mclarenracingf1: congratulations oscar!!
yourbrother: thank you for making my big sister happy
oscarpiastri: thank you for allowing me to
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Hiii! I really like your content and i was wondering if you could write something about daryl like maybe he was married before the apocalypse and had a kid but he thought they died or something and never brought it up but then he saw them in alexandria as soon as he walked in and couldnât believe they were alive and mybe some fluff or smut with that if you want i read something like it somewhere but it didnât feel complete
My Way of Life
pairing: Wife!Reader x Daryl
summary: After being separated from his wife and child for almost 6 years, how will Daryl react when he suddenly finds them safe in Alexandria?
warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, fluff, soft!Daryl, dad!Daryl, unprotected sex, oral sex (fem receiving), mating press (sorry I had to), YEARNING!Daryl, kissing, mentions of drugs and alcohol, angst!!, 8.5k words.
author's note: I hope you like this because I had so much fun writing it (and cried a little, but it's okay). I made the daughter unnamed because I want this to be inclusive to everyone. In my mind, Daryl is absolutely a girl dad. I hope that this was to your liking!! :) Also sorry it took so long, I go through my requests chronologically for my own sanity because apparently I can only work on one fic at a time or I'll explode.
Daryl burst through the door, stumbling through the threshold of your apartment. The sound made you jump in your seat, eyes fluttering open.
It was 4 in the morning.
A sick, twisted feeling coursed through your stomach. Daryl moved inside, with Merle in tow. A dry laugh escaped your lips. "Do you have any idea what time it is? Hell, any idea what day it is, Daryl?" Approaching him, the smell of alcohol filled your senses.
His voice slurred as he started speaking. "S'late. Tryin' to go to sleep. Merle's gonna crash here tonight." Daryl spoke like he had any authority in this moment, like he owned the place.
Like he owned you.
"The hell he is! I don't want him here." Wordlessly, Merle collapsed onto your couch and snored into the cushions. Your jaw tightened as you listened to Daryl's excuse.
"Sweetheart, we can talk in the morning." He rubbed his face and groaned softly in annoyance.
"You've been gone for 3 fucking days, don't sweetheart me." You fought back the tears that threatened to fall down your face, stinging your eyes.
Daryl frequently went on lengthy benders, spent days drinking and smoking with his older brother Merle. You would have broken up with him, divorced him.
If not for the 5-month-old that lay sleeping in your arms.
"You're gonna kill yourself. Merle's making you do these things, making you act like your father." The mere mention of Daryl's father from your mouth made him shut down.
"You shut your damn mouth." He mumbled.
"No, because you and I both know that this shit is going to kill you. And then what, you're just gonna leave me with her?" You looked down at your daughter.
His daughter.
"Are ya' gonna step up and be there for her? She doesn't even know what you look like." You stroked her cheek gently, a sad smile on your face.
"You don't-" His voice broke, breath hitching as he watched her. The baby's sleeping frame wriggled, closed eyes flicking around. She was dreaming.
"I'm gonna go to my parents' house in Virginia for a month. Takin' her with me, she'll get plenty of love from her grandparents." You heard almost a strangled whimper from Daryl, quickly pushing it away and moving to your shared bedroom.
Where you had a suitcase packed.
"Were you planning this? Wanted to leave all this time?" Daryl followed you close behind, sifting through all the things that you had already packed away, his hands shaking.
"I want to make this work, Daryl. I do, for her." You set your daughter in her bassinet.
"But I can't be the only one raising her. She needs a father who is here." You packed the rest of your items that you'd need for the trip.
"When you can handle this. When you're sober, we'll come back and try this again. That's all I want." You stopped in your tracks when you noticed what Daryl was doing.
He stood by the bassinet, staring at his daughter with sad eyes. Reaching down, he pulled a blanket over her body, tucking her in gently.
"Daryl, you can do this. You can move past this and be in her life again. But you gotta show me you can change." You grabbed the sides of his face gently.
He didn't respond. He accepted it, without pushing back.
That morning, Daryl watched you leave. He hadn't slept that night, and couldn't look you in the eye.
The world ended shortly after.
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Phones went down within the first few days; he didn't even have a chance to call you.
Never got to see you or his daughter again.
As he moved from camp to camp with Merle, he searched the surrounding area outside of Atlanta. Looking for you, for any sign that you were here.
Any hope that you and his child were alive. His brain was frantic, coming to the worst conclusions. Realistically, how could someone raise a child in this?
When Daryl and Merle finally found Shane and his group, it was the first day that Daryl fully felt the weight of what was missing. Seeing the children in the camp, the families that were fighting through this, it made his chest tighten.
He silently cried to himself in his tent that night.
Merle caught onto his longing to see you and his baby girl right away. Watching the way Daryl would stare at Lori and Carl, like that was something he wanted.
"Bet you miss your piece of tail right about now, huh?" Merle laughed to himself. Daryl's stare shot daggers into Merle.
"Don't call her that." His stomach churned at the mention of her. She wasn't a piece of tail. She was the mother of his child, his wife.
"Just sayin', man! You oughta move on, ain't nothin' you can do about her now." Merle shrugged as he skinned a squirrel they had found, his brows furrowed as he focused on the task.
A flip switched in Daryl, and he quickly shoved Merle away. "Shut your damn mouth." His breath was rapid now, emotions heightened. "And you-" His voice cracked ever so slightly. "You're the reason she ain't here-"
Merle was the reason they had that fight that night. But Daryl knew that fight wasn't the only reason you had left.
Merle wheezed a laugh at him. "Now you know it ain't my fault, brother, that's all yours." He eyed Daryl as he was breaking into a heaving mess.
"Don't you blame me for bein' a deadbeat, did a mighty fine job of doin' that all on your own."
Deadbeat. Like his father.
The word hit Daryl like a truck, smashing his heart into pieces. Because it was true. You had spent weeks begging him to pull himself together and be there for his baby girl.
And now he'd never have the chance to see her again.
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Daryl carried that guilt with him past the farm, the prison, and the horrific events that followed the group like a plague. His silent burden that would never be shared with another soul. Each tragedy, each person they lost, made Daryl feel heavier inside.
After Judith's birth, he saw Rick as the man he could never be. He showed up for her every time and was able to be who Judith needed to survive.
It reminded Daryl of what he was missing. Would his daughter have smiled up at him with big precious eyes? Would she have looked like you, with gorgeous hair and the cutest face?
When the group had been approached by Aaron to come live in Alexandria, Daryl had a feeling that this would just be another community that would fall to the circumstances.
To the dead outside.
By the time the group had reached the gates, Daryl had accepted the fact that you were gone. That he'd never wake up to see your sleeping frame next to him. That he'd never get to press a kiss to your lips again.
And that his daughter was gone, no longer alive. Even if she was alive, what kind of life was this for a child?
The gates of Alexandria slid open wide to let the group through. Daryl eyed the men who surrounded them with narrowed eyes.
Although Aaron had already explained the 'amenities' that the community boasted, it was surreal to see it in action. People were walking by pushing wheelbarrows of flowers and crops, and children of varying ages were playing on the front lawns of their homes.
Homes. The word felt unfamiliar in itself. Deanna cautiously approached the group, accompanied by her two sons.
It was almost too good to be true, like this was some kind of front for evil actions that lay behind the clean rows of housing, behind the trees that cornered every sidewalk.
"Welcome to Alexandria. I think you'll find that we are a good group here. My name is Deanna, I am the leader here. Before we do anything, I want to make sure that everyone is safe, so I'm going to have to ask all of you to drop your weapons off."
Daryl felt an immediate surge of caution. Leave his weapon?
"Y/n!" Deanna called your name to signal that she was ready for you. You were in charge of the weapons inventory in Alexandria.
A task you took seriously from the moment you came knocking on Alexandria's door near the start of the whole thing.
Daryl swallowed at the sound of your name, remembering how your name felt leaving his lips. Like pure honey.
A small sliver of hope rose in his. He knew that you were in Virginia when everything went down.
Maybe this is where you ended up?
"That lady over there is Y/n. She's our weapons inventory. She knows all there is to know about guns, bows, you name it. We will briefly take your weapons while we interview you." Deanna pointed to you.
Daryl followed Deanna's eyes, his breath stopping.
It was you.
You were here.
Breath hitching, he felt as if time had stopped in its tracks. You were alive.
Daryl's jaw went slack; he felt like the air had just been punched out of him.
Eyeing your cart, you began your speech about weapons. "Alright, everything you got, just toss it in here. We'll make sure everything goes back to the rightful owner."
Daryl couldn't even process what you were saying. His eyes went blurry, tears welling up before his brain caught up with what he was seeing.
He watched your movements, watched you fumble with your shirt nervously.
Like you did before.
A hand on your hip, you glanced up at suspicious eyes from their leader, Rick. "And I mean everything. I don't wanna have to search-"
A shiver ran through you as you made eye contact with him.
With Daryl.
Daryl stepped out from the group, his steps unsure and shaky. He felt as if his legs could give out at any moment.
Tears broke from your eyes, a hand gently slapped across your mouth to stop the loud sob that came out of you.
Nothing else mattered. The rest of the group could come in and ransack the place for all you cared. Daryl was here. This was real.
Dropping his crossbow without a second thought, he crossed the distance between you in a few long strides. He stopped in front of you, his dirty face stained with tears now.
Glancing you over, it was as if he was making sure you were real.
Daryl practically collapsed into you, enveloping you in a tight embrace. Your arms flew around him instinctively, sobs now wrecking you and coming out without thought.
His hands were shaking as he took your face in his hands. No words were shared, just a longing look that you hadn't seen in him.
Not since the two of you first shared your vows.
In the sound of the intense emotions both of you felt, Daryl just looked at you, admiring your features. His thumb brushed over your cheek, clearing the teary mess that had accumulated. He pressed his forehead to yours, one hand coursing through your hair, the other tightly wrapped around your waist.
"You-" Your voice was hoarse and barely audible. Speech felt impossible, like all you wanted to do in this moment was feel him.
Feel his hands on you, feel that he was actually here.
Daryl didn't even care about the eyes on him; he could only think of you. He pulled away to get another look at you, like he needed to check that you were still here.
Saying nothing, he then pressed a desperate kiss to your lips. One that you returned immediately, humming into his mouth. The kiss wasn't hungry, but it was deep nonetheless.
You were convinced that the man you loved was dead. That there was no way of ever seeing him again. This whole time, you spent feeling guilty, feeling like you robbed him of something.
But he came to you.
"Here. Kept them all this time." You spoke in between gasps as you grabbed your necklace, on which sat two rings.
The ring you had secretly packed away. That you would have returned to him once he got sober.
Daryl was breathing heavily, adrenaline and emotion rushing through him as you handed him the wedding band. He slipped it on after several seconds fumbling with it, his shaky hands making it hard to do much of anything.
It was all too much. Daryl buried his head into your shoulder to just hold you.
Rick stared at Daryl in confusion. Daryl had never mentioned any woman in his life. Deanna recalled your interview when you first arrived with your 1-year-old daughter.
You mentioned your husband, a man named Daryl. A soft smile came to her face as she recognized what this was.
A reunion.
"Alright, Y/n is a little busy, so I'll take over for her. All weapons go in here, don't betray our trust, and we won't betray yours." Deanna eyed the pair of you before taking over your job temporarily.
It was like there was a bubble in which the only thing that Daryl could focus on was him and you. Nothing outside of that was important right now.
After everyone had put their weapons away, Deanna approached the two of you. "Listen, I'm going to have to be mean for a second and pull him away to do an interview to make sure he's a good fit. Is that okay?"
Daryl pressed soft kisses into your shoulder, swaying you gently as he just stood there. Allowing himself to feel, to hold you in what felt like a lifetime.
"Daryl-" You tapped him. The sound of his name from your lips almost made his knees collapse from underneath him. He'd dreamt of that sound, longed for it to ever fill his ears again.
"Honey, it'll just be a second." You managed to get him to pull away from you.
You watched while the group walked with Daryl to go to where the interviews were taking place.
Rick pulled Daryl aside. "I'm assumin' you knew her?"
Knew her? What a goddamn understatement.
"My wife." Daryl felt tears well up at the mere mention of you.
Rick's eyes widened. He ran a hand over his face in shock. Daryl hid this for years. Hid his immense grief.
"We'll talk about it after your interview. We will all be right outside. If anything goes wrong, just holler for us." Rick gave Daryl a quick nod before sending him in.
Daryl was barely focused during the interview, staring out the window at you, eager to get back and make up for missed time.
Once it was over, he was practically running to you. "See? Quick." You pressed your forehead to his as his shaky hands found yours.
Daryl asked a question that had been burning in him since he saw you. "My girl?" He prayed with bated breath that she was alive, that nothing had happened to her while he was hundreds of miles away.
"She's alive." You smiled at him as he let out a shaky breath. He let tears fall again, kicking himself for being such a mess.
But he couldn't help it. It was like somebody had sifted through his dreams and made one of them a reality.
"She's here?" Daryl knew that his daughter wouldn't remember him, but just seeing her would make all the difference.
Knowing that you've kept her safe all these years.
You nodded. "Wouldn't go anywhere without her. She's a little badass, you'll see." You laughed to yourself.
Daryl closed his eyes, absolutely melting at the sound of your laugh. Hell, he hadn't heard you laugh since he started going on his benders after his baby girl was born.
Only, his baby wasn't exactly a baby anymore. He missed everything.
Her first steps, her first words.
"She won't remember me," Daryl spoke softly, like this was a dream and he'd wake up to a walker growling above his face at any moment.
"She does. Been showin' her pictures of you and tellin' stories. She asks about you every day." Your words made him fall apart all over again.
"How old is she?" Daryl felt a sadness overcome him when he thought of what he'd missed. What he never got to see his precious baby accomplish.
"She's six. And I know what you're thinkin'." You put a hand on his chest, stopping him in his thoughts.
"You have time. Time to be in her life. I think we need to give this-" You gestured between the two of you. "Some time before you see her again. Tomorrow."
Daryl inhaled sharply. What's one more day when he thought he'd never see her again?
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The group decided to sleep in the same house for the first night, out of fear of potential safety risks. Daryl felt torn. He wanted to be able to hold you, but he also had his group to look after.
"Stay with me tonight? These are good people." Daryl was holding your hands, his affection such a drastic change from his usual grumpy nature.
"Yeah, I'll get Olivia to babysit for me."
Babysitting. In the damn apocalypse.
Daryl let out a chuckle at the absurdity of it all and reluctantly let go of your hands to let you go talk to whoever Olivia was. In that moment, Rick approached him.
"I understand if you want to stay with her tonight." He placed a hand on Daryl's shoulder.
"Nah, don't wanna disturb her."
Rick laughed softly. "Daryl, she's been through a lot. She looks like a tough woman at that. Not much you could do to disturb her-"
"My daughter."
Rick froze in his spot, his jaw wide open. "Shit." He sighed to himself.
"You've got a wife and a kid?" Rick asked, rubbing a hand over his face. "You never told us, man."
"Wasn't proud-" Daryl cut himself off with a choked sound.
"Proud of what?"
"How I ended things. Made her leave." Daryl didn't have to explain anymore; Rick just nodded in understanding.
"I'm here for you, brother. And I'm glad you found 'em." Rick smiled. It was a little funny, seeing the archer so worked up when he was usually stone cold.
"She's staying here tonight. I-" He ran a hand through his hair. "Need her here."
Rick chuckled. "I get it, man. If you trust her, I do too."
While the sun began to set, Daryl busied himself by helping the group settle into the living room. The minute you walked through the door, Daryl dropped what he was doing with Glenn to go see you.
Glenn laughed and shook his head.
"She's okay with you bein' here?" Daryl asked about his daughter. You snicker at him.
"Are you kidding? Auntie Olivia treats her better than I do." You wrap your arms around his neck.
Daryl nodded and pressed a short kiss to your forehead.
Once everyone was settled for the night, Daryl sat in the kitchen with you. It was a little bit away from everyone else, so you were able to talk in peace.
"I can't believe you're here." You breathed out a shaky laugh, sitting on the floor with him. "Feels like a dream I'm gonna wake up from."
Daryl held your hand, now quieter than he was earlier. More reserved.
Now, you hadn't seen him for 6 years. But you knew your husband and his tells.
"What's wrong? C'mon, I'm your wife, I know when you're acting weird." His stomach flipped at you referring to yourself as 'your wife'.
He could not get you close enough in this moment. Hand-holding would not suffice. "Need you close." He mumbled.
You smiled at him before moving into his lap. It reminded you of home and how you'd sit on his lap when he'd need something to ground him.
You tried to ignore the several pairs of eyes on you from the dark living room.
"Now tell me. Get it out now so we can get some sleep." You felt him melt against your hand when you held his face.
"M'just sorry." He started, his senses burning as tears welled in his eyes.
"Oh, baby." You let out a small pout and let him continue.
"Should'a been a better husband, better father." His heart was pounding out of his chest as tears were now freely flowing.
"I let you down, didn't even come lookin' for ya'." You could tell he was beating himself up for this.
Hard.
"Stop. Nobody would blame you for not comin' hundreds of miles to check if we were alive. I'd have done the same thing." You pushed some of his hair out of his face, admiring the features that had changed since you last saw him.
The hair, for one. And then the scars that were littered across his skin.
"Messed up bad. Ya' gave me a second chance 'n I never took it." He spoke through choked sobs, intentionally quiet.
The group had never seen him so emotional, and yet nobody blamed him.
"Looked for ya' everywhere we went. Promise." Daryl was holding onto you tightly now, his head lying against your chest, longing for closeness.
"I believe you."
God, this guilt was eating him alive.
"Never forgot about ya'. Thought about ya' every night." He was such a weeping mess, absolutely torn to shreds as he bared his guilt to you.
"Still love ya'." He confessed everything he could.
"I love you too. Never stopped." You held Daryl's face in your hands and pulled him in for a soft kiss, one that he melted into.
Daryl pulled away to swipe at the tears streaking his face. "Stop makin' me cry, woman." He spoke softly, partly because the group was trying to sleep.
But the other part of him felt a little embarrassed by how many times he'd broken down crying today.
"Would be weird if ya' didn't cry. Just shows how much you love me, Mr. Dixon." You pressed a kiss to his cheek, his stubble poking your skin.
"Now, we should probably get to sleep. Got a long day tomorrow, save those tears." You teased him, a wide smile on your face, hurting your cheeks slightly.
Daryl just shoved his face into your shoulder in response, utterly spent from such an emotionally exhausting few hours.
"Gotta say though, I'm likin' your new hair. It's kinda sexy." You spoke through yawns, your eyes heavy as they fought off sleep for a few seconds.
Daryl huffed against you and pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder.
The two of you fell asleep in that position. With you straddling his lap, legs wrapped around his torso to be as close to him as possible.
Daryl was like a completely different person.
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Morning came quickly, and Daryl's breath hitched at the sight of you when he woke up.
Because you were still here.
It wasn't a dream.
The group stirred awake with the sun, discussing plans for the day and whether they like the community.
Your eyes flickered open, locking in on how Daryl stared at you with infatuation, pure love.
"Good morning, Daryl." You stretched out of your position on his lap. "Sleep well?"
For the first time in years, Daryl could actually say yes.
"Do you think she's ready to see me?" Daryl was practically shaking in anticipation. Because today was the day, he'd be able to see his daughter for the first time in almost 6 years.
"Oh, she's ready. I'll have to let her know you're here and let her process that, but once she does, you can meet her." You smiled at the thought of how she'd react.
"Ya' think she'll like me?" He swallowed, feeling a rising shame start to make his stomach churn.
He'd missed so much. He doesn't even know what she likes.
"She will." You knew it was his insecurity talking, but you shut it down anyway.
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Daryl was sitting on a bench outside your place, listening as you explained to your daughter. He fidgeted with the rips on his jeans, his eyes staring into the cracks in the pavement as he struggled to keep himself calm.
It was torture waiting for you, for her.
From where he was sitting, he was able to hear you clearly as you spoke to her.
"Sweeheart, I know that I've told you all about your dad." You could hardly contain the smile that grew on your face as you held your girl close to you.
"I want you to know that he found us. He's here right now." Hands wrapped around your daughter, you soothed her through her sudden excitement.
"Now, he wants to see you so bad, honey. But remember, the last time he saw you was when you were a teeny little baby. He's a little nervous, but you can help him be brave, right?" You thought back to all the stories you told her about Daryl.
"I wanna see him!" Your daughter was practically bouncing with excitement, a wide smile on her face. Daryl let out a breath of relief he hadn't known he was holding.
She wanted to see him. Wanted to know him.
"Alright, let's go!" You held your daughter's hand as you led her out to where Daryl was sitting, waiting eagerly.
Daryl hastily stood up from the bench and turned around to face the two of you. His heart was pounding, the sound echoing loudly in his ears.
There she was, walking out of the picture-perfect house. Her hair was done up nicely, as if the world outside had no real effect here.
And she looked like you. Your cute little smile, the same bouncy personality.
Daryl breathed out a laugh of disbelief. The odds of reuniting, of finding his family in a place like this.
Maybe there was a god out there listening to his prayers.
He had dreamed of meeting his daughter for years. And still, it looked nothing like this. She bounded over to him, her feet pounding against the pavement as she ran.
And once she was close enough to get a good look at him, she paused. Daryl's heart could have stopped right there as she stared up at him with a sweet smile.
With wide open arms, she wrapped around him tightly, as if she'd known him just as long as he'd known you.
A quick glance from her made him tear up. "Hi, Daddy."
That was more than he could handle. He fell to his knees and swooped her close, his large hands enveloping her as if she'd dissolve like sugar.
Daryl pulled away for a second to get another look at her. He couldn't believe that this was real. His daughter had scrapes on her knees, and her overalls were covered in what looked to be a mixture of dirt and some food mess.
She looked like her mother.
"Are you sad?" His daughter asked, her tiny hands grabbing onto his face, curiously feeling the stubble that marked his skin.
Daryl shook his head. "Just happy I found ya'." He pressed a kiss to her forehead, ignoring the tears that had streamed down his face.
He felt as if he'd cried more in the past day than he had his entire life.
Then, she pulled a picture out of her pocket. "You look different!" She showed him the picture, crinkled and slightly faded.
As if she'd kept it in her pocket all this time.
Daryl let out a laugh. It was a picture of him from high school, his lanky frame sitting on a beat-up motorcycle. And his hair was practically a buzz cut compared to what it was now.
"Yer' right. Got more hair now, don't I?" He held his daughter on his hip as he lifted her off the ground. Daryl let her play with his long hair, warmth wrapping him up entirely.
"Mama said you ride motorcycles!" She brushed the hair out of his face, examining his facial features.
"She's right." Daryl snickered at the way she pulled his hair back, almost like she'd put it in a ponytail.
"Can I ride it? Please?" She begged, her puppy eyes a new experience that he wasn't expecting.
And they worked just as intended. Daryl was a pushover.
"That's up to yer' mama. Maybe later."
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Alexandria was holding a welcome event to ensure that Rick's group felt that they belonged in the community. It was nothing particularly large, just some food and drinks around a campfire.
The group had barely seen Daryl the whole day. He was following you and his daughter around like a lost dog.
In a way, he really was.
But the two of you had convinced him to show up for the event instead of sitting in your house and learning how you lived. With a fair amount of grumbling, Daryl agreed.
Approaching the group with his daughter on his hip, her hands braiding his hair as much as a 6-year-old could, Daryl ignored the looks of shock and awe.
"Who's this?" Carol spoke with a smile. The child was a spitting image of her mother, but she had Daryl's hair color.
"My girl, thought I'd never see her again." He was so proud, so eager to show his daughter off as his own.
"Daddy, you said I could ride yer' motorcycle. Mama said liars get grounded." His daughter didn't process the laughter that rang out from the rest of the group.
"She's stubborn like her dad." Carol took a sip of some of the wine that had been provided. "Has your dad shown you his bow yet?"
His daughter shook her head. "No, Daddy was crying too much." Daryl rubbed his face, trying to hide his embarrassment.
Carol pretended to gasp loudly. "Was he really?" She shot Daryl a teasing look, snickering at the hidden middle finger he held up to her.
"Yeah! He was crying a lot!" Daryl ignored his daughter's betrayal and kissed her forehead.
"That guy over there named Rick has a daughter, too. She's younger than you, but she's really cool. You wanna go say hi?" Daryl pointed to Rick's daughter, Judith.
"Okay, bye Daddy!" His daughter slid off his lap and ran up to Rick. She tapped his knee and then asked if she could play with Judith.
The two stayed nearby, playing with sticks and flowers on the ground.
Now that his daughter was preoccupied, Daryl turned his attention to you. "You kept her thinkin' about me. Thank you." He was so glad to hear that his daughter knew him and had heard stories about him.
"Didn't want her to feel like you didn't exist. Wanted her to know that you were a good guy."
"I wasn't." Daryl furrowed his brows. "But I've changed." Daryl hoped you could see it, that you weren't just pitying him.
"I know. You're sober, for one. But there's a difference in how much you care. About her and me." Your eyes traveled to your daughter as she played with Judith.
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Daryl carried your daughter home, her eyes barely open as she fought off sleep. "Not tired yet!" She wriggled in his grasp.
"Judith needs her sleep." Daryl walked inside with you, one hand holding yours, and the other holding your daughter close.
"And you do too, missy." You lifted her out of Daryl's arms and instructed her to get ready for bed.
"Thank you for today, Daryl. She absolutely adores you. Told me earlier that she wanted you to live with us." You wrapped Daryl into a tight hug, breathing in his scent.
Cigarettes and wood smoke.
"Would ya' want that? Me living here?" Daryl had hoped you would say yes, but he'd also understand if you needed some space from him.
A small scoff came from your lips. "Are you kidding? She'd kill me if I didn't make you stay with us. I wouldn't mind if you lived here; we'd finally be together again."
Together again. Daryl melted at the thought of that.
"Daddy?" A quiet voice came from his daughter's room. You smiled and gestured for him to go see her.
Daryl was pulled in by her voice, his heart bursting when he saw her. His daughter was in her pajamas, already in bed with her eyes hanging low as she continued to fight sleep.
To talk with him one more time before she slept.
"What do ya' need?" Daryl stood by her bed, a smile stuck on his face.
"Tuck me in?" She asked sweetly, how could he refuse?
Poor Daryl was wrapped around her little finger. He just nodded and grabbed her blanket, fluffing it up and tucking the edges to her comfort.
Just like he had when she was a baby.
"That better?" He asked, pressing a kiss to her forehead. She nodded and closed her eyes. For a second, it seemed as though sleep had taken her under its wings.
"I love you, Daddy." That little voice. Those four words that made Daryl's heart hurt all over again.
He practically abandoned her when she was born, and yet she loved him?
Daryl pressed his hand to hers. "I love you too. I'll see you tomorrow." He sat in a chair adjacent to where she slept.
His eyes tracked her breathing, unsure of whether he might still be trapped in a very elaborate dream.
"Honey, you've been staring at her for like five minutes." You leaned against the doorway, the sound of your voice startling him a little as he was lost in thought.
"Wanna make sure she's okay. That she's real." He stood from the chair and made his way over to you.
"C'mere." You managed to drag him away from your daughter's room, closing the door gently.
"I know you think that this is gonna fade away when you wake up, but I promise this-" You press a kiss to his cheek. "It's real. We are real."
Daryl's hands found your waist, his large hands caressing your skin the same way he had done since the two of you made it official about 10 years ago.
"Everyone called me crazy, y'know? Said that I should move on." You scoffed, your body swaying lightly against his. "Never did."
Daryl felt his cheeks heat up at your confession. "I didn't tell anyone about you. Regrettin' that now, but I didn't stop thinkin' about ya' for one second."
"I sure hope so." You laughed, your eyes falling to his lips for a moment as they tugged up into a confused smile.
"You what?"
"I sure hope you weren't thinkin' about other women while I was here speakin' so highly of you." You smirked at him.
Daryl hummed in agreement. "Never." Which was completely true, his mind never strayed from the woman he thought he'd never see again. You liked that answer, running a hand through his long hair.
The woman he could never just "get over".
"Jus' thought about you. Only you." Daryl melted into your touch, his breath hitching at the way you lightly tugged at his hair.
"Oh yeah?" Her words sent a shiver down his spine. "What were you thinking about?" Your finger traced circles on his chest, your eyes glancing up at him with a revived energy.
Daryl's mind went blank. He stuttered out anything. Anything to keep your hands on him.
"Your touch. The way you feel." His hands gently squeezed at your waist, feeling the way you rolled your hips into his instinctively.
"Yeah? You wanna feel me?" You grabbed his hands, placing them on your tits, relishing in the way his eyes were glued to you.
Daryl felt blood rush to his face and elsewhere as he gently squeezed your breasts in his hand. "Need this off." He tugged at your shirt, pulling it over your head.
You obliged his desperation, unclasping your bra and letting it fall to the floor. Daryl sucked in a quick inhale, almost as if the wind had been knocked out of him at the sight of you.
"So goddamn pretty." He pressed a kiss to your neck, humming against your soft skin. "Been thinking about you like this." He spoke between needy gasps.
"Dreaming of these-" He leaned down to press sloppy kisses against your breasts, his spit gathering as he sucked on your nipples.
"Daryl-" You pulled his face up to yours. "My bedroom. Don't want to do this here." You were still standing in the living room, gasping and rutting against each other desperately.
Daryl hummed in agreement. He didn't want his first time with you since you left to be hastily performed on a couch.
You led Daryl to your bedroom, and he had slipped his vest off somewhere in between that time, tossing the heavy garment onto the floor.
"Missed ya' so much." He spoke, his words breathy against your skin as he pressed soft kisses to your neck.
"I know, baby-" You gasped as he bit at your skin gently, leaving small, pleasurable bruises. "Missed you too."
Daryl could hardly contain himself, his brain working in overdrive to comprehend what was happening. You were here, and he had the whole night to show you just how much he thought about you on lonely nights.
And he just couldn't get enough.
His hand held the back of your head, pressing a hungry kiss onto your lips, his tongue slipping in like he had kissed you millions of times before.
Like no distance had ever been between you.
The heat between you increased, the feeling unbearable. To relieve it, you tugged at his shirt, slipping it off of his chest. Your hands found his skin, the rough scars outlining the years you had spent apart.
Before it even registered in your head, you were falling backwards onto your bed. Daryl climbed over you in an instant, his large arms landing beside your face, trapping you beneath his frame.
And then, his hands were all over you. Pressing against your skin desperately enough to leave bruises as his soft kisses made their way down your chest. Wordlessly, his hands found the button of your jeans, his rough fingers fumbling with it before releasing it.
"Daryl, please-" You whined against him, pressing your hips up against his, a desperate need for friction coursed through your veins. Acting on that impulse, Daryl pushed your hips down firmly.
"Been waitin' years to see ya' like this. Gonna need some time to look at ya'." He whispered into your ear, the sickly sweet words drawing another pathetic whine from your lips.
He silenced it this time, his mouth moving with yours, swallowing your whimpers as he yanked your jeans down your legs. The sound of the fabric slapping against the floor made you wrap your legs around his waist as he made out with you.
Daryl managed to pull away from your lips, smiling at the whine that left your mouth. "Relax, sweetheart. Not lettin' you go ever again." With that, his eyes found your body, tracing the curves that looked downright sinful against the sheets.
In your blind lust, you hadn't even seen him lower his body just off the bedframe. A hiss left your mouth as Daryl licked a stripe up your clothed cunt, his eyes lighting up at the way you reacted to him.
"Been thinkin' about how pretty this pussy is." He pressed his tongue against the cotton, humming at the taste of your arousal that had been pooling since he started kissing you out in the living room.
"Gonna let me have a taste?" Daryl knew you, knew how much you adored his mouth on you.
"Anything, fuck please!" Your hips instinctively bucked up against his lips as he pressed open-mouthed kisses against your panties.
"Since ya' asked so nicely." He slid the garment down your thighs, his eyes immediately glued to you, and how wet you were for him.
Daryl couldn't hold himself back anymore; he grabbed your hips with a bruising grip. Pulling your body to him, his face was inches from your soaked cunt.
Making up for lost time, Daryl's mouth began working on you, tongue flicking against your clit. He took you in his mouth, sucking at your clit as you became undone above him.
Your moans echoed around the room, your hands shakily moving down to grasp at his hair. His eyes glanced up at you as he dragged his tongue across your folds, humming against your skin. Your sounds were addictive, sending waves of pleasure down to his cock as he fought back the urge to come at the sight of you.
"Keep makin' those sounds f'me." He was practically groaning against you now, his right hand keeping your hips firmly pressed against his face as his left hand palmed his painfully hard erection. "Fuck-" His mouth left your pussy for only a second as he bit back his own premature orgasm.
Then he kept going, his tongue wasting no time in pushing into your entrance. Your whimpers got louder as your hips thrusted against him. His nose pressed against your clit, the feeling making your legs shake as you held them beside Daryl's head.
"Holy shit-" A loud gasp escaped your lips as Daryl slipped a finger in, his mouth sucking at your clit. You couldn't control your movements anymore, your hands tugging at Daryl's hair for some kind of purchase.
Daryl smirked as he felt your legs threatening to close around him, your mind clouded by the absolute pleasure he was providing you with. "Ya' like that, baby?" He thrusted his finger into you, eyes watching for your reaction.
Your eyes rolled back into your head as your hips jerked with his every thrust into your cunt. Daryl couldn't get enough of this, of your delicious reactions.
To think that he ever let you walk out that door.
"Yes! Don't stop, please!" You were begging him to continue, to bring you over that edge that drew closer with every thrust.
Daryl felt it, the way your cunt fluttered around his finger as your moans of his name got higher. He wouldn't dare stop now, a look of pure awe on his messy, soaked face.
Then he remembered something. A move that drove you crazy every time he did it.
Daryl curled his finger, hitting your spot effortlessly as he stroked it. From your reaction, he could tell he did it right. Your back arched against the bed, your whole body shuddering from the immense pleasure.
"Fuck-" Your orgasm hit you suddenly, the pleasure making your vision go white as Daryl rode you through it. He lapped at your cunt needily, taking everything you were giving him as you came around his finger.
"Let me feel it, I got ya'." He mumbled against you as he worked you through your orgasm, his eyes on you the entire time, wishing he could have taken a picture in this moment. To always know how beautiful you looked when he went down on you like this.
Once you were a whining mess, Daryl slowly pulled his finger out. God, he was a mess. His beard was soaked with your wetness, his pupils dilated with adoration for you. His hair was tangled from your frantic hands.
"Need you-" You ignored the ache in your legs as you sat up to unbutton his jeans for him. "Need to feel you inside." You felt the imprint of Daryl's cock against your hand, bulging against his pants needily as you unzipped them.
Daryl helped you by shoving his jeans and underwear off hastily. You took in a sharp inhale of breath. You remembered Daryl was hung, but not like this.
"Bet you jerked off to me through the years, didn't you?" You were genuinely curious about this, and whether you were alone in the fact that you got off to the memory of him almost every night.
Daryl's hips jerked forward as you ran your thumb over his tip, his breath hitching. "When it was safe. Thought about ya'." He left out the part where he'd barely been able to keep you off his mind, and how he wouldn't last very long thinking about your beautiful body.
"Me too. Forgot what you felt like." His cock twitched in your hand, letting you know how worked up he was. How your words made him feel. Daryl was slack-jawed now, eyes glued to your hand and how you slowly pumped him. Small groans left his mouth, his brain struggling to keep up with your words.
"Gonna make you remember-" He mumbled as he pressed soft kisses against your neck. You shuddered at his words; the anticipation was killing you.
"Come show me then." You wrapped your arms around him, bringing him down with you as you lay back onto the soft, plush bed.
Daryl's mouth found yours. His kiss was still just as hungry as before. His breaths were ragged, like he was losing control over his own actions. He brought his cock into his hand and lined the tip up with your pussy. He hummed into your mouth as he slid the tip up and down your juices.
The warmth radiating from your core made him whine against you. "Ya' ready?" He would have stopped there if you needed him to; he would have settled for whatever you gave him. Daryl wanted you.
In any capacity he could have you.
With a nod, Daryl pushed into you slowly, eyeing your reactions as you took him in by inch. You were so tight, your warm cunt fluttering around him as you tried to adjust to his size. Daryl held back the urge to kiss you as your mouth flew open in an 'o' shape in a silent gasp.
He was thick, the stretch of his cock a painful yet thrilling reminder that all you'd ever wanted was here, standing in front of you.
"Doin' good f'me. Almost there." He held his forehead against yours. He listened to your shaky exhales as you tried to relax enough to take him. Once he was buried to the hilt, he pressed a kiss to your head.
"Take all the time you need, got all night." He was lying. He was so close to losing it and cumming inside you. Because he'd thought about this moment for so long. Many nights spent with his hand wrapped around his cock, a feverish layer of sweat covering his body as he jerked off to the thought of you.
You gave yourself a few seconds to adjust to his size before you gave him the okay to move. Daryl almost let out a groan at that, his hips slowly starting to thrust into you.
"God, I forgot how good you felt." You let the words slip from your mouth without thinking, your brain fogged by the sight of him above you.
Daryl let out a quiet groan at your words, his brows furrowed as he focused on you and not the throbbing desperation coursing through him.
He didn't want to rush. Not when he finally had you back in his arms, and you had the rest of your lives together.
His pace sped up. "Can't talk like that, sweetheart."
"Why? Thought about how you'd fill me up so good-" You were cut off by your own moans that echoed around the room as Daryl lifted your legs to throw them onto his shoulders. His cock thrusted into you deeper, hitting a better angle that had your eyes rolling back helplessly.
"M'bout to if you don't stop." His words held no venom, broken by shaky breaths as he fucked you into the sheets. The sound of skin smacking filled your ears as his hips pounded into yours, at a pace that was frustratingly not enough.
"Daryl, please-" You were a mess underneath him, your chest heaving as you moaned breathily. "Need more."
He obliged your command, his thrusts snapping faster into your cunt as he gripped you tighter. You were positive you'd have some bruises tomorrow, but it made this whole situation a lot more real.
"Fuck! Just like that!" Your back was arched off of the bed as his thrusts hit that exact spot that made you scream his name. Daryl groaned above you, his hands tightly wrapped around your legs to keep you on him.
As if he couldn't get deeper, Daryl leaned forward to press a kiss against your lips, pushing your legs further back to accommodate him. His cock pressed deeper into you, your body trembling as his thrusts were relentless.
"Oh my god-" You cried out his name, your hands grasping onto the sheets for something to hold on to while he drilled into you with no abandon.
Daryl made a mental note of what drove you crazy. He hadn't ever tried this position with you, but now it had become his favorite. He let out open-mouthed groans, now focused on hanging on to make you come before him.
"Please-" You felt tears prick at your eyes, the pleasure being almost too much to bear. "Please, baby, I'm so close!" The familiar pressure rose inside you, eyes shut tight as moans flowed out of you uncontrollably.
"I know, sweetheart." He could feel it, the way you fluttered around him, the way you were writhing underneath his grasp. Your cunt squeezed around him, earning a string of curses from his mouth. He was so damn close to bursting.
"Give it to me, please. Wanna feel you." It was his turn to beg now, his voice broken and dry.
As if he had control over you, your second orgasm washed over you in an all-consuming, white-hot wave. "Oh fuck!" Your hips jerked against him, meeting his thrusts as he worked you through your overwhelming climax.
"So good- fuck!" Daryl let out a strained moan as his own orgasm hit him suddenly, his thrusts became sloppy and stuttered as he spilled into you. Short gasps left his lips as his body shuddered against yours.
You both came down from your orgasms, your brains foggy from the immense pleasure still rocking through you. After a minute of cooling down, you gestured that you wanted him to hold you.
Daryl pulled out slowly, both of you cringing at the feeling. "Wasn't too rough?" He looked at the marks he left on your skin. You laugh. "Please. You've been rougher." You remembered that time your friends were concerned about the amount of hickeys on your neck and chest after a romantic night with Daryl.
Daryl grabbed a towel from your bathroom, gently swiping at the mess he'd made on your sensitive skin. Then, he collapsed on the bed next to you, his face buried in the soft blanket.
"Not fair, you don't get to go to sleep without holding me, Mr. Dixon." You whined and lightly slapped his back. He wordlessly reached an arm out to wrap around your waist and dragged you across the bed to his body.
He buried his face into your neck, ignoring the way you stifled a giggle as his stubble ran across your skin. "I love you. So much." The confession made your heart soar every time you heard it.
Warning: Age Gap (Iâm putting Brendon around 35 and reader is 26) slow burn (Brendonâs gonna have to work for this), swearing,
Authorâs Note: Iâve been reading way too many Park the Shark stories lately. Brendon 100% likes him a girl he can pick up and not have to worry sheâs gonna break. This is Brendon having to work hard to get/keep your attention. Something heâs never had to do before but you also judge before giving him a chance. *spins in chair wondering if anyone is even gonna read this* this is their first true interaction and as expected it doesnât go well. Hope you enjoy and stick around for more.
You hated morning workouts youâd officially decided by the beginning of your second week of them. Youâd grown bored with your previous job and decided trying to sell cars might be fun and earn you more money than youâd been bringing in before.
Moving from your 8-5 to a 9-8 position most days had messed with your entire routine and the main part of that was your normal gym session with a couple girlfriends at 5:30.
Evening workouts were paced with laughs, trying new things and encouraging one another. Youâd even become friendly with a couple of other patrons who seemed to show up at the same time as you.
Morning workouts were just you, your AirPods and people who had apparently decided you didnât belong there with them. It was clear in the way you could always feel eyes watching you move between cardio and weights and finishing with the treadmill.
You werenât fat per se but you werenât someone who was built to ever be skinny. You had a soft stomach, thick thighs and a plump ass, all of which you rocked but you also took the time to take care of yourself in the gym because you liked to eat and werenât ashamed of it.
At least you werenât until you started morning workouts and men who looked like they drank their energy drinks with steroids in them and women who looked like they had never ate a carb before started watching you. It also smelled way worse in the mornings, like half of them had forgotten deodorant before their workouts (or thought the natural stuff was better for their body.)
The man who watched you the most didnât fall into any of those characterizations. He clearly had a decade or so on you in life, was thick and strong, (not ripped liked youâd expect for someone like him) and he was agile, moving with almost a predators ease. (Yes, you may have watched more than once as he lifted his shirt to wipe sweat off his face and had seen the sheer bulk of him.) His short, dark hair was always a little unkempt from sweat and youâd yet to see an expression other than intense focus on his face.
He also didnât seem to be there to make friends. Usually ending up with a group of guys watching him lift but never talking with them, never smiling as they patted his back over the weights he lifted with ease and he never basked in the attention the girls would try to give as he passed them by.
Youâd watched him pick up some of the biggest weights in the gym day in and day out but the only cardio he ever did was twenty minutes on the treadmill to end his workout and for some reason it was always on the one next to you as you were wrapping up yours.
Youâd had it timed pretty well now. Heâd always finish with several reps of a light weight, wipe down the equipment heâd used and then head to the treadmill that seemed to be open next to you every time he wanted one.
You prepared as soon as you saw him begin to wipe the equipment down by taking a long drink of your water bottle, pulling your tank top up slightly to wipe the sweat off your face and then slowing the speed of your treadmill down just a little so you werenât breathing as hard as before.
You picked up these habits quickly once he started walking next to you. If your breathing wasnât a steady, even pace he would turn and watch you as you walked and it made you even more self conscious than you already were being there alone.
Thatâs where youâre currently at, lowering your speed as he headed towards the treadmills. His head turned to look at you as he passed and you almost tripped, heâd never been that direct in watching you before, you felt like an animal being stalked for lunch.
He once again took the treadmill next to you but unlike other mornings he was watching you immediately, not even trying to hide his stare. It was embarrassing how fast you could feel your cheeks turning a deeper red, not from your workout.
Glancing down at your outfit of black workout pants, black and pink striped tank top and matching black Nikes you tried figuring out what made him look at you today. Your boobs werenât bouncing an inappropriate amount and your ponytail was still swaying the normal way it always did, youâd brushed your teeth before leaving the apartment and even sprayed a little extra perfume on your wrists, nothing out of the ordinary to explain the way he watched you now.
For the first time, you turn and look back at him which surprises him by the way his eyebrow raises a small fraction of an inch. Pulling your AirPods out you take a deep breath.
âIâm allowed to be here tooâ the other eyebrow raises now.
âWhaâ you interrupt him as you stop your treadmill.
âJust because I donât look like all the other girls here doesnât mean Iâm not allowed to be here too.â
âWell aware of thatâ His lips pressed into a thin line with that one.
âYou donât have to stare at me just so I stop showing up on a machine next to you for twenty minutes.â
âThatâsâ
âThis isnât your personal gym.â
âNo, youâreâ His jaw tightens as you interrupt him again.
âIâm allowed to be here tooâ with that you turn and walk off, your workout apparently done for the day.
You take a shaky breath as you flee, feeling his eyes still on you as you do, not knowing that they were following the slight jiggle of your ass as you moved or that Brendon Park had never been talked to, much less left speechless like that before.
âFuckâ was heard around the treadmills but you were already too far away to hear it.
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Out of no where fluffy angst idea about Sandor Clegane:
He falls in love with a lady who already has a little girl. His love always talks about her âpretty little girlâ but they havenât met because the little girl is shy. When they do meet, he sees that she has a burn scar across her face just like his. Despite this, she has the brightest smile heâs ever seen.
âIsnât she a cute little princess?â
âAye, a very pretty lassâ
Heâs not crying, shut up!
He does get a bit defensive and one day you do come home to find him teaching the little girl how to fight.
you were awoken, rather abruptly, by the sound of toys clattering down your side. blinking sleep away, you groan softly, before youâre face to face with your little toddler, her little ringlets messy and sticking up in every direction. she blinks at you. you blink at her.
âgâmoâning, mama,â she says, in something akin to a whisper, but it comes out more just like hot toddler breath in your face. you can smell coffee wafting from the kitchen.
âmm, baby, whatâre you doing?â you croak, lifting a sleepy hand to move the sheets off of you when youâre instead met with a small plastic toy car. then, a little train. then â ah! another toy! this time, in the form of a small cloth bee stuffed with pellets. thereâs a damp spot on its antennae, where your darling daughter had no doubt chewed on it just moments ago.
she blinks at you again, extending a little pointer finger towards the collection of trinkets now placed on your stomach. âplay.â
âplay?â you ask, as she hands you yet another toy from her chubby fingers. she mustâve gotten out of her crib somehow, and judging from the fact that jackâs side of the bed is empty, thatâs probably how. âwhereâs papa?â
âouâside.â she says, walking the little bee plush along your blanketed stomach. âmama, play.â
âmm.â you groan slightly. you give her one last look before resigning to your newly appointed role as a play-mat. the books did say to encourage spontaneous play. âmâkay.â you pick up the little car, rolling it along your torso as she mimics the buzzing of a bee.
her cheeks are flushed a sleepy pink as her brows furrow in concentration. freckles dust her little nose, and the person who gave them to her walks into the bedroom. jack, still in his sleep shirt and plaid pajama pants leans against the doorframe, as a warm smile graces his aged features.
âthere you are, buggy,â he says, as your daughterâs head whipped over her shoulder to look at him. jack cocks his head behind him. âpancakesâre ready,â he smiles.
then, your daughter turns to you. âmama, pancakes.â
âmm, iâll be there in one sec, baby,â you nod, still wearing off the last of your grogginess as you sit up, the toys clattering into your lap. your daughter, sweet and full of energy as she is, waddles her way out of the bedroom with the soft pitter-patter of her feet following her. as she rounds the door into the hallway, jack extends a hand to cup the back of her little head, gentle.
then, he turns to you, a bright glint in his eyes. âshe wanted to play.â
a little smile graces your lips. âyeah, she did,â you murmur, stretching your arms over your head.
rubbing your sleep from your eyes, the comfortable silence is broken by the sound of your toddler shouting, âmama! papa!â from the kitchen, the clumsy clanging of her plastic utensils against her paw patrol plate joining her.
you canât help the laugh that leaves you, and jackâs chuckles join you.
âsheâs a tyrant,â you sigh with affection, kicking the duvet away from you as you stand, approaching jack. you rest your hand on his lower back as his drapes over your shoulder, and he presses a soft kiss to your forehead before walking the both of you out in the hall, muttering, âyeah, but, i mean, look at her,â he says, nodding in the direction of where she tries to climb into her high chair. âshe makes for a pretty fuckinâ cute one.â
