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mamayan · 7 months

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★Yobai☆

Mitsuri Kanroji x Fem! Reader x Obanai Iguro

Synopsis: Someone put a strange idea in your girlfriend’s mind, and she’s roped you into a night of passion to seduce the Snake Hashira for his birthday.

Blame @desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi this is becoming a thing lol I may just need to do an entire series… Original idea and inspiration for yobai from @rottmntrulesall ♥️

Read Kyojuro here, and Sanemi here, for their yobai nights!

tw: MFF • Fem! Reader • Sub! Reader • 3some • Vaginal Sex • Praise/Overstimulation • Soft Dom! Mitsuri • Switch! Obanai • Mitsuri calls you plum •

When your lover Mitsuri told you about her idea for celebrating Obanai’s birthday, you hadn’t imagined it to look like this.

Where she even got such an idea was lost to you, as you watched the beautiful pink haired girl bounced on her heels in excitement. You looked around the neat space, not a single object out of place. The bed made, clothes hung or folded, and there were no other personal items to be seen except for a poorly attempted embroidered snake set against a dresser. Mitsuri had taught you the basics and encouraged you to make something of your own. You’d made that nearly a year ago, for his birthday last year. It felt wrong and invasive to be staring at his things like this.

“Mitsuri… are you sure this is—,” she interrupted your soft murmur, her excitement just too high as it draws nearer for Obanai’s return from the bath. You tried not to think too hard about the broken lock to his estate’s front doors, or the fact that you’d been dragged along into a crime no less, breaking and entering. Obanai being a stickler for rules, most likely won’t take to this very well but… You side eye Mitsuri, her cheeks flushed and smile bright in place. She didn’t look nervous at all, and that realization struck you with a sense of instability. Mitsuri was always bold, gentle and empathetic too, but she was confident about everything but herself it seemed. You selfishly liked to think your love aided in her self esteem though, as her love did for you.

You wanted to think it would be the same for Obanai. You knew he returned Mitsuri’s affections, obediently following her and eager for her praise and attention, but your relationship wasn’t the least bit similar. You weren’t sure if it was a good or bad thing.

“Oh! I should go see if he has any candles, that’s romantic isn’t it? If he has enough, I can make a heart with them!” Her declaration and grin, as if the idea was so ingenious she couldn’t fathom why she hadn’t thought of it earlier, made you pause before you could object.

“M—,” she was gone. You were alone in Obanai’s room now, and the man himself was due any moment for… whatever this was exactly. To seduce him? Mitsuri had certainly painted a romantic and erotic image in your mind when she’d had two fingers in your pussy, breathing salacious images for you to conjure as you drew nearer and nearer to your orgasm. You’d been too engrossed to think clearly, agreeing of course to the promise of pleasure and inclusion of the man you adored.

You were about to give way to your own cowardice and make a run for it when the shoji slid open.

You had to duck to avoid his blade, panic and adrenaline flooding your system at the unexpected but also anticipated fight which would arise from entering unannounced to a sword master’s home. It only took Obanai a moment to realize you weren’t some sort of burglar or demon awaiting him. His hair was still slightly damp, his bandages removed and face on full display as he stood before you in a plain yukata with his sword pointed at you. Kaburamaru peaking out from around his neck, tongue flicking out as if in greeting.

“(Y/N)…?” His confusion is quickly replaced with irritation.

“I could’ve killed you, what are you doing here? At this time of night? Are you an idiot?” His voice and tone are icy, glaring heterochromic eyes narrowed on you. His sword is quickly sheathed as he stomps towards you, and it’s all you can do to stutter out “w-wait!” before he can haul you out of his estate. Although it’s certainly embarrassing to you, and you’re more than a little anxious and self conscious, you knew it would do more damage to not speak up with honesty.

His grip on your upper arm isn’t painful, but he’s firm in his hold that you aren’t able to squirm free. He tries to ignore the way you being in his room has him heating up, intent on dragging you home to your own bed to sleep properly. You were the weaker of the two, between him and Mitsuri, therefore Obanai was more cautious in your safety. “You should know better,” his hand raised, finger pointed and almost touching your skin as you flinch back reflexively. You knew realistically this reprimand is exceedingly light for Obanai, as you’ve seen his true wrath unleashed for stupidity on lower ranked slayers in the corps. It didn’t stop your eyes from watering a little, your lip from wobbling, or Obanai from nearly stumbling away from you.

“I just wanted to tell you happy birthday…” his left eye twitched at your words. Kaburamaru moving down his arms and sliding to the floor, slithering away from the strange quarrel going on.

“You could’ve easily said it in the morning, don’t cry—,” his hiss of guilt and annoyance not the least bit gentle. “It’s the middle of the night idiot! You shouldn’t—,”

“Shouldn’t what?” Mitsuri’s appearance had the Snake Hashira nearly turning to stone.

“Mitsuri too…?” He felt his nerves lighting up. As they always did in her presence. It wasn’t the same comforting warmth which you gave him, the kind that relaxed and soothed. Mitsuri was crackling and commanding.

“I didn’t find any candles, but we can make it romantic with just us anyway.” She grinned, unconcerned about her property damage which Obanai would surely find later. She pressed both Obanai and you back, closing the shoji behind her as she entered the room fully. You noted the room seemed smaller like this.

“Mitsuri, you shouldn’t be here either, I’m aware you both now just want to say congratulations, and thank you, but—,”

“We didn’t come here to say happy birthday silly, we came here to show it, right plum?” Your nickname caught your attention as reality sank back in. Numbly you nodded, not looking up as you studied the wood polish beneath your feet. “Which means come here~” she cooed. You snapped to attention, heart rate skyrocketing as you nervously shuffled closer to her. Her jade eyes soft and promising as you looked into them.

Obanai stayed silent, watching in an odd sort of fascination the dynamic you both shared. He was envious of both of you ironically. The dominance Mitsuri held over you, and the submission you gave Mitsuri. He held his tongue though, unsure what he was supposed to do now. Though he trusted and loved you both dearly, he still struggled to say it and even show it physically.

Mitsuri led the room.

“You want to show Obanai how grateful you are for him being born, so why don’t you get on your knees plum, let us both see your pretty mouth.” You obeyed, shakily dropping to your knees and opening your mouth like Mitsuri loves. Obanai would never be able to remove the erotic sight from his mind again.

“She’s offering her mouth for you to fuck Obanai, are you going to deny her and make her sad?” He’s dazed and startled by Mitsuri’s change in tone, her beautiful eyes sharper and trained on him. Her hand is placed gently on your head, and you leave your own in your lap as you wait with an unsure mind.

“She’s nervous because you’re waiting…” you hear her murmur, but your eyes are trained on the sharp lines of his scars. When his eyes connect with yours, something dark passes through them, but he wordlessly begins untying his belt. His lips are set in a frown, but his cheeks are warm and flushed.

“Does she even deserve my cock though?” You nearly break and close your mouth, as Obanai grips his hard aching cock and positions it just before your lips. Not touching though. “She hasn’t asked for it at all.”

Your eyes widen. Mitsuri giggles.

“P-please, Obanai, I want you to fuck my mouth,” it felt as humiliating as always, just as flustered as when Mitsuri makes you beg.

He’d never admit it drove him wild, having you like this. Like he’d awoken to some sort of fever dream and conjured you up before him. Sitting with your mouth open, begging for his cock. This sort of thing only happened in novels he believed.

He grunts, sneering down at you and making the scars on his face more menacing. They seemed to enhance his features with his mood. “You asked,” he murmured, before sliding the tip of his cock in your mouth. He still smells a bit like soap, his taste neutral as he moans, muttering something beneath his breath before his lips are stolen aggressively by Mitsuri. He doesn’t mean to shove himself deeper in your mouth, but you relax and let his cock brush back and forth inside your mouth, getting a little deeper as time goes on.

A hand is on the back of your head, keeping if you from pulling away. The soft but firm touch familiar and letting you know it’s Mitsuri as Obanai’s cock dips a bit too deep and gags you. You can’t pull away despite choking, tears pricking your eyes even as your core throbs painfully. You want him inside of you, desperately, but this isn’t you leading so you stay where you are and let him continue ravishing your mouth.

“Mm, Obanai, aren’t you just adorable? Well? Does her wet little mouth feel good? Do you want her to make your pretty cock cum?” You shiver at her arousing choice of verbiage, her sly tone teasing as Obanai’s hips jerk and he groans low in his throat.

“Fuck, yes, Mitsuri, I want to fill her mouth.” His voice sounds strained as he works his cock at odd depths and varying speeds in your mouth, poking into your cheek as he watches the skin protrude before sinking back into your throat.

“Good boy, go ahead, today is your treat. Go on and cum for us Obanai.” He loses it, his balls drawing tight as he moans and releases into your mouth and down your throat messily.

You’re made to take it, struggling to breathe through your nose as he rocks his hips and the fine curls of his pubic hair kiss your nose. He finally pulls out, Mitsuri’s hand now running through your hair soothingly. “So good for us plum.” Your blurry vision flicks up to her figure, her words encouraging you as you lean against her leg offered in support.

“She did such a good job… doesn’t she deserve a reward Obanai?” You blink the tears away, a few escaping down your cheek as Obanai stares at the pathetic and arousing sight you make. Your clothes still intact but your face being covered in his cum and your own salvia doesn’t help your decency. He can’t help the warmth spreading through him again, as he drops the rest of his clothing and moves to grab you up.

You’re swung lightly onto the bed.

“She’s an idiot that deserves more punishment than this but…” he’s close, pressing you flat against the futon and nearly kissing you. “I guess I’ll be nice this time. Say thank you.” He smirks when you do, the sight so confident it fills your heart as you look at him. There had been time he’d rather lose a limb than reveal his face, and while it’d taken longer to show you himself, and even longer to feel completely comfortable, it feels worth it now. His eyes daring but soft, because even as he calls you foolish he’s equally supporting and helping you despite it.

Your clothing is almost torn as he removes it from you, hissing complaints when he snags a knot or forgets there is a button. You aren’t even given time to feel self conscious, only aware in the back of your mind this is the most intimate you’ve ever been with him.

“I love you.” It’s said so softly he nearly doesn’t hear it clearly.

He stills, and Mitsuri, who’d crawled up beside your head to sit and watch, let her eyes flick up to your face. You lay so sweetly beneath them both, allowing them full control of your body because you trust and love them. Mitsuri is silent, only internally squealing at the cute way you decided to confess, only reaching to thread her fingers with your own as show of support while Obanai processes your words.

“You…” he’s frowning, brows pulled together and it the sight yanks at a ball of anxiety bundled in the pit of your stomach. “Do you even understand—,” he goes to lay into you, but you already know where he wants to go.

“I love you Obanai!” Half naked and huffing indignantly, you glare at him with all the force of a rabbit. Mitsuri is forced to turn her head away to conceal the laugh which threatened to break free. Unlike her though, Obanai is happy to glare back and even manhandle you. His hand grips your jaw, smushing your cheeks as he points down at you.

“You don’t get to confess first, I do,” he’s immature at the oddest times, but you’re helpless against him because he’s red like an apple and breathing heavily.

“There’s no rule that says—hah!” He smashes his lips against yours, and you can’t help but compare his kiss to Mitsuri. Where she’s warm he’s cool, his body temperature actually lower than your own by a little, but his mouth is warm inside as he forces your lips open to slip his tongue inside.

When he pulls back, a string of saliva connects you both for a moment before breaking.

“Fuck, you… You’re mine, do you hear me?” His confession isn’t as loving or sweet as yours, but his claim is encompassing. His forehead knocks against your own, and for a brief second, you see the conflict and doubt war in his dual colored eyes.

He’s nervous and scared.

It seemed to ironically dissolve your own fear. Your arms moving, Mitsuri allowing your hand freedom, to wrap around Obanai’s neck and kiss him, deeply, as if your lips could proclaim your love better than your voice. It could. It was less about dominance and more about warming one another up, as you felt Mitsuri’s fingers softly massaging your scalp as you kissed him. Obanai letting you lead for a moment as you moaned, his hands caressing your body and back to working on removing your clothes.

Mitsuri helped, happy to get you naked like him, and pleased when his eyes locked with her.

“You too…” he looked to the side, “please…”

“Ufufu, of course, I can’t let you two have fun alone tonight at least. We need at least three for a birthday party.” Her movements were quick and efficient, stripping herself and revealing each creamy inch of skin and captivating two sets of eyes. She doesn’t hesitate to let her hair free of her braids, proudly crawling back onto the futon to lean over you, kissing you with all the familiar sweetness she encompasses.

“Pretty plum, how do you feel?” She’s whispering, but your heart soars as she checks in on you, looking for any signs of distress. You were nervous, but as she touches you, caressing you with familiar hands, Obanai watches. How could he not? He wants to both step away and let you both continue all night and squeeze himself between.

It’s his birthday today though. Clearly he wasn’t going to be on the sidelines.

“Come here,” Mitsuri encourages, bringing him in for a similar kiss, and grabbing his hand to trail up her body. You watch hungrily, as Mitsuri shivers and smiles while Obanai palms her heavy chest. Mitsuri showing him exactly what she likes as she kisses his face and up to his ear, whispering something likely wicked as he moans and drops his head.

Her hand wrapped around his cock, moving her hand over the pretty swollen tip, reddened and leaking as she pumps it. “Mitsuri,” he gasps, back hunching a bit as she coos. “Obanai is so pretty too, isn’t he plum? He still needs to reward you~” he hissed as she jerks him a bit tighter, the pain and pleasure waring now.

“So pretty,” you affirmed, transfixed by the image of Obanai looking so overwhelmed. It’s usually you in that position. It felt oddly nice to see it in reverse. His eyes snap to you, and it’s like the image from a moment ago was a lie as he smiles wickedly, his hand moving to cup your pussy as you jolt in surprise.

“I do need to reward her, don’t I plum?” The condescending tone he adopts when using the nickname Mitsuri gave you is devious. You don’t hate it though, not as Mitsuri releases him in favor of tormenting you now.

He drops to his chest, yanking your legs apart as Mitsuri leans over you to capture a nipple in her mouth.

“W-wait—!” Your head falls as your back arches, a warm wet tongue licking straight up your pussy as another swirls around your nipple and sucks.

You’re helpless to the pleasure and attention, drowning even. Obanai isn’t experienced, but he’s eager and observant to every twitch and moan you release. He can’t help it, licking up your dripping arousal and lavishing your clit with his tongue, moaning at your taste and his painfully hard cock. He hums in appreciation as you gasp, one finger now working you open as he licks and swirls around your hardened clit. “Obanai~” his name on your lips is a gift in itself, but he’d never tell you. Instead he slips another finger in, eyeing you from below as he sucks on your clit and works your tight cunt open with firm consistent stokes inside of you.

“Mm, look at you plum, are you feeling good?” You nod weakly, moaning as Mitsuri sucks a few marks onto your skin.

“Please, Mitsu, you too,” you jolted in pleasure as Obanai blows cool air on your pussy. Mitsuri smiles, giving you a quick kiss before shifting and swinging a leg over your face.

Obanai can only moan as he watches Mitsuri settle her own dripping cunt over your face, your lips parting to lick at her.

He’s nothing if not observant.

Your tongue swirls around her clit, as she rocks and grinds down against you, and you find Obanai copying the exact way you eat Mitsuri. When you suck her clit, he sucks yours, and when you lick and let Mitsuri ride your face, he nearly smothers himself in you.

You lose it, your end coming quickly as you hold Mitsuri’s hips as she rides and bucks against your face, her moans long and sensual. “So good sugar plum, your mouth feels so good~ how is it? Is Obanai just eating your pussy so good?” You can’t even pull away to tell them you��re coming. Only able to weakly tap Obanai’s shoulder, but with his head between your legs, he’s hardly paying attention.

You cum, body shaking and locking up as your eyes roll back and the knot in your stomach snaps.

“Oh fuck,” he pulls away for a second to breathe, realizing your convulsing is your orgasm, and watching as you twist and moan into Mitsuri’s pussy. Your cunt soaking the futon beneath you as you try to scoot away from all the pleasure.

Mitsuri sits up, twisting around and settling again over you face, so she could face Obanai properly now.

“What’s wrong dear? Aren’t you going to fuck her pussy too?” He’s stunned by Mitsuri’s erotic display, pinching her breasts as she rides your face, moaning as you lick and suck greedily.

He more gentle spreading your legs wider, slotting himself in between to line his cock up with your tight entrance. He’d never admit to being nervous, but his eyes speak louder than words as they look to Mitsuri.

“Here, let me help~” she leans forward, bringing Obanai forward too with an arm around his neck while her other hand grips his cock and lined him up to your entrance again. “Now push,” she whispers, kissing his lips with so much love and encouragement, he melts. His tip breaches you, and your gasp and moan beneath Mitsuri encourages him further as he slowly lets himself sink inside.

“Ngh, shit, how are you so tight?” He’s panting when his hips finally touch your ass. His question rhetorical, as he slowly slides out, choking in pleasure as your gooey walls cling to his cock and try to deny him exit.

He sets a slow and somewhat experimental pace, grunting as you clamp down when Mitsuri teasingly twists a nipple. “So cute plum, doing so good, hah, taking his cock.” She’s close, and you can tell by how her powerful thighs lock up around your head, her weight becoming more evident as she fully relaxes. You can only grip her thighs and encourage her to let more weight rest on you. Too overwhelmed by the thick stretch and slight burn of Obanai’s cock piercing you.

It hurt but it felt good too. Especially when someone thumbs at your clit softly, rubbing and rolling it as you buck and moan back.

It’s not fast, as Mitsuri rocks her hips and Obanai thrusts into you, but the slowly building orgasm is enough to leave you light headed and struggling for sanity.

“Oh, plum I’m going to cum, hn~!” Her head thrown back and breasts bouncing, Mitsuri’s slick soaks your face as you lick and drink her down. Her skin reddened and sweaty by the passion building.

“I need to cum too,” Obanai’s moans becoming louder, his thrusts more sloppy and forceful as you get wetter and more vocal. Mitsuri comes down from her high before moving off of you, kissing Obanai before laying down beside you both to toy with your chest and kiss you. Obanai opts to grip your hips tight as he fucks you, the loud wet squelching of your pussy sucking him in driving him further as he groans. His tip repeatedly slamming into the spongey section of your cunt and driving you wild as you claw at his arms.

“s’too much! n-no m’gonna cum please, please let me, hii!” You squeal as tears falls, coming apart as Obanai meanly pinches your clit and throws you over the edge.

“Cum then, ah, fuck, m-me too!” His sweat drips down his nose and onto your chest as he watches your face, committing it to memory as your face twists in pleasure. Your cunt impossibly tight as it grips him as he finishes, pulling out just before his hot cum comes rushing.

He covers your chest and face shamelessly.

Mitsuri chuckles when a few drops hit her too, even thumbing a bit to slip into her mouth for Obanai to watch.

“Obanai, you taste sweet!”

He drops beside you, sandwiching you between him and Mitsuri. Like Mitsuri had done, he thumbs up a thick collection of his cum to press against your lips and force you to taste him. “Cute…” he mutters softly, looking more relaxed and sleepy.

You don’t fight it, sucking the appendage as moaning as you realize he really is a bit sweet, followed by somewhat salty and mildly bitter. You lazily suck his finger until he grows bored and pulls it free, wiping the saliva on your cheek and snickering when you whine.

“Happy birthday~ don’t fall asleep yet, I want to ride you next!” It’s your turn to snicker, watching the way his eyes go wide with a hint of worry and sleepiness.

He’d soon find out Mitsuri’s appetite is insatiable. You relaxed, happy to watch him get overwhelmed for now.

“Happy birthday Obanai,” you smile at him, loving how his face reddens further but he smiles back.

“Senjuro-kun!” Mitsuri was running towards the young boy sweeping the front porch, his eyes widening as he takes in the Hashira.

“Kanroji-sama, good afternoon,” he vows politely, smiling at the good natured slayer.

“What brings you here?” He asks curiously, eyeing what appeared to be a bento in her hands.

“I brought you lunch as a thank you! You really are a natural match maker you know?! It’s like love just flows so freely through you!” Her gushing attracts the attention of his older brother, who begins to open his mouth and greet his friend before he realizes what she’s gushing about.

He waits patiently until Mitsuri takes her leave, bento in his hands as he feels the looming presence of his older brother.

“Ah… I swear this time I didn’t mean to.”

“This time?”

“…” Kyojuro would need to speak with the women in their neighborhood, their gossip seemingly no good for a young boy’s ears.

#did it again Senjuro #cinnamon roll fem! dom’s drive me wild #but at what cost?#Kyojuro for sure is gonna mother hen those aunties for not filtering their words #happy birthday Obanai #I struggled to finish #I’m so dead tired today lol #rip my body #Obanai Iguro #obanai x reader x mitsuri #Obanai x you #obanai x y/n #Obanai x y/n x Mitsuri #Obanai smut #Obanai Mitsuri smut #Obanai kny #kny smut

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sleepdeprivedandinsane · 4 months

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Buck: "Be myself"? Bobby, I have one night to win over Y/n's parents! How long did it take before you guys started to like me?

Eddie: Couple weeks.

Hen: Six months.

Chim: Jury's still out.

Buck: See? "Be myself." What kind of garbage advice is that?

Bobby:

#firefam #evan buckley #evan buck buckley x reader #911 incorrect quotes #911 x reader incorrect quotes #bobby nash #eddie diaz #hen wilson #chimney han #no bc im actually convinced a conversation like this happened at one point #source: brooklyn nine nine

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nubimera · 3 months

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I built a sunroom at my farm for my potted plants, and apparently Shane liked it so much that now he feels the need to fill the rest of the house with plants too

#apparently this man loves three things in particular:#hens #have plants in every fucking corner of the house #tell me I smell like pepperoni #sdv shane #shane sdv #stardew valley #stardew valley shane #sdv jas #sdv marnie #mor #sdv shane x farmer #sdv shane x reader

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mssturniolo · 1 year

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What a night

Tw - SMUT and maybe more

Buck came home from a dinner with the team and y/n, y/n was wearing a red dress it didn't show much but buck loved it maybe a little to much "buck I'm gonna go get dressed in something more comfortable" y/n said, buck grind and pulled his shirt off and licked his lips "Buck no" y/n giggled "Come on babe you don't wanna feel me inside of you" buck asked grabbing her hips pulling her closer, Buck wouldn't wanna make y/n do something she doesn't wanna do so if she told him to stop he would "Buck" y/n said, she went to his ear and moaned "feel me up buck" Buck almost came there he loved when she moaned his name, he picked her up and brought her to their room.

He put her on the bed "buck can you unzip my dress" y/n asked, buck nodded unzipping her dress it silp off "Fuck" buck moaned when he realized she had no underwear on "you ok" y/n asked knowing he was "You wore no underwear" buck asked, y/n just laughed, buck went to her and lightly push her on the bed He climbed on top of her and kissed her.

He slowly went to her neck sucking making light purple marks "buck" y/n moaned buck un did his belt throw it somewhere then he pulled his pants off and his boxers "that bra needs to come off now" buck said, y/n took it off and throw it somewhere, buck went right to her left boob and started to suck on it "bucky fuck" y/n moaned.

Buck went down and lift both of her legs and put them on his shoulders he started to suck on her clit "Buck!" Y/n hands made it to his hair, Buck started to suck harding adding two fingers, buck hit her g-spot "BUCK!" Y/n nearly yelled, he took his fingers out and lined his cock up with her pussy "you ready" buck asked her "yes" she answered, buck pushed in and waited for her to say he could move "fuck baby you're so tight" buck moaned "Buck please move" she said, and that's what he did, he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in he did that for like 2 minutes till he felt y/n Squeeze around his dick "you close baby" buck asked "y-e-s" y/n moaned buck rubed her clit fast, she Squeezed him tighter " right there he came right into her.

He pulled out and floped next to the beautiful girl "Buck did you come in me" y/n asked smiling "yeah but you're on birth control which I would like if you can throw them away because I want a family" buck answered "buck I'm not on birth control I gotrid of them" y/n said "Really" buck asked looking at the girl "yes I want a family too buck she said kissing him, What a night

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nurse-buckley · 7 months

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Whumptober Day 6

Title:

Prompt: Written for anon "Eddie x reader. Reader is also with the 118. Eddie is training her on something so they trade places and then she gets injured, maybe hit by falling debris or something. And then while they’re at the hospital waiting to hear how she is he feels guilty because she was standing where he should have been."

Word Count: 1,489

Characters: Evan Buckley, Eddie Diaz, Bobby Nash, Hen Wilson and Chimney Han

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: mentions of injury (minor)

Summary: You and the team are called to an accident at a construction site when disaster strikes. Written for day six of @whumptober for the prompt "it should have been me."

Tags: @firemedicdiaz @winterreader-nowwriter @iamasimpingh0e @dayrin085 @hauntedmilkshakeghost @floralbuckleys @alexxavicry @cm1031sr

Authors notes: unbeta'd but I've got a migraine and wanted to post it before midnight. All mistakes are my own - hoping to reupload a polished version soon.

You were sitting with Eddie and buck, chatting over your coffee when the call bell sounded, altering you to another rescue. You followed quickly behind your team as you grabbed your turnouts and piled onto the fire engine. The sirens blared as you raced down the streets of LA and Bobby relayed the information he was receiving from dispatch. There were reports of a disaster at a construction site with multiple victims involved. You looked out the window as you mentally prepared yourself for what you were about to encounter when you arrived on scene.

When you finally arrived, chaos greeted you as you took in the full extent of the accident. There was debris scattered everywhere as well as workers with various injuries, some were walking wounded and others were on the floor, surrounded by their colleagues who were attempting to help them.

Bobby gave you your assignments, putting you and Eddie on medical with Hen and Chim due to the amount of casualties involved. You and Eddie partnered up together and grabbed your equipment before assessing the scene to identify who needed your help most.

Amidst the chaos, your eyes landed on a man with a severe leg injury, his colleagues were frantically attempting to stem the bleeding as he deteriorated.

You took over from one of the men, holding pressure on the wound as Eddie began his assessment and secured the man’s c-spine. Eddie could see the extent of the injury and turned to you, his voice filled with urgency, “swap with me. I’ll take over.”

Nodding, you easily swapped positions and took over the patient's airway while Eddie took charge of managing the patient’s leg wound, knowing he had more experience with these sorts of injuries.

As you began to work, a loud crash echoed from above as a piece of debris fell from a higher level right where Eddie had been moments before. Time seemed to move in slow motion as Eddie could do nothing but watch in horror, his heart in his throat as the ceiling fell around you. The last thing you remember before your world faded to black was a large piece of debris coming down on top of you and knocking you unconscious.

Eddie felt as if his heart had stopped as he watched your body slump to the ground motionless. Panic surged through Eddie as he helplessly watched from his position and desperately screamed for back up. He was surrounded by extra hands moments later, including those of his team. Hen and Chimney rushed to your side, Buck and Bobby joining only moments later. Medics took over looking after the patients allowing him to rush forward to your side. He frantically pressed his fingers into your neck and let out a choked sob as he felt the weak pulse beneath his touch. It was a tense and agonizing few minutes but eventually they were able to pull you free.

Eddie climbed in the ambulance behind you, his face etched with worry for you and the guilt he couldn’t help feeling that it should have been him on that stretcher. The team loaded you onto the waiting ambulance and rushed towards the hospital.

As the ambulance arrived at the hospital, the doctors and nurses practically tore the gurney away from your teammates, promising that they would do their best for you. Eddie just hoped their best would be enough.

Chim stepped behind him, clapping a hand on his shoulder, “y/n’s strong. We got them here in time. They’re going to pull through.”

Eddie nodded, still not quite believing his friend as he sat in the uncomfortable and all too familiar chairs of the hospital waiting room and waited for news of your condition.

A few hours later, with no updates on your condition, Eddie’s worry began to grow. Before he could think on it any longer, the surgeon who’d been working on you appeared followed by a nurse. He looked exhausted, but wore a hopeful expression as he approached the group. “Y/N’s made it through surgery. They’re in critical condition, but stable. The next few hours and days are critical but we’re hopeful.”

“Once they’re out of recovery you can visit,” the nurse added.

Eddie couldn’t help the overwhelming flood of relief that washed over him at the news.

When the nurse came by again with another update and that you’d been moved out of recovery and into the ICU, Eddie was the first to rise. He promised himself that he’d watch out for you and be by your side until you woke up.

Two days later, you still remained unconscious in the ICU while your body healed from the accident. The 118 had taken turns paying you visits, coming and going, but one person had remained by your side the entire time. Buck entered the room, coffee cup in hand, not expecting to see Eddie still there. His eyes were heavy with exhaustion, the dark circles under his eyes showing he hadn’t gotten much rest. The room was eerily silent, the only sound the beeping of the heart monitor and soft buzz of medical equipment as he took the empty seat next to Eddie. Buck studied Eddie’s face and how his eyes never left you.

“It should have been me,” Eddie muttered, so quietly Buck would have missed it if he weren’t sitting next to him.

Buck’s brow furrowed in confusion, “Eddie, what?”

“It should have been me who got hurt, not y/n. It should be me in that hospital bed.” He looked at Buck who was still just as confused.

“Eddie, you know this isn’t your fault, right? Accidents happen and you couldn’t have stopped it.”

“I put them here,” he choked out with tears in his eyes before continuing, “I asked them to swap places with me. If we hadn’t switched, we wouldn’t be in this situation.”

Buck’s expression softened, “Eds, we’d still be in this situation if you hadn’t switched, only it would be you in that bed. You made a split second decision based on skill and what you thought was best for the patient. Accidents happen all the time in our line of work. This isn’t your fault and Y/N is strong, they pulled through surgery and they’re going to be okay, alright?”

“I would have preferred it had been me.”

Buck sighed, he knew Eddie was tired and it wasn’t helping the situation. “We can’t change what happened, but what we can do is be here for y/n. They love you and they wouldn’t want you blaming yourself. When was the last time you got some rest or ate or drank anything?”

“I’m fine.”

“Eds, you need rest or you will end up in the hospital bed next to them. Come on, I’ll call Bobby and he can sit with them. You’re going to go home and I’m going to get you some food, water and you’re going to rest.”

“But…” he tried but Buck was having none of it.

“I’m not arguing Eds.”

Eddie’s gaze returned to you, his eyes still filled with guilt and regret. “I just want y/n to wake up.”

“They will, but we can’t do anything but wait right now and I know they’d want you to be looking after yourself too.”

Reluctantly Eddie got up from his seat and gave your hand a gentle squeeze before he followed Buck out of the room. They passed Bobby in the hallway who’d come at Buck’s request so you wouldn’t be left alone and headed back to Eddie’s to get him a shower, food and some rest.

A few hours later Buck got a call from the hospital. He sat down on the table and gave Eddie a gentle shake to wake him, his phone still clutched in his hand. Eddie’s heart was in his throat as he thought the worst before Buck told him the words he’d been hoping to hear since the accident. You were awake.

The pair rushed into your room, seeing you awake and talking to Bobby. A small smile crossed your lips as you saw Eddie waiting at the door. Buck and Bobby exchanged a knowing glance as they quietly left the room to give the two of you some privacy.

You held out your hand for him as he walked into the room and he took the seat by your side. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze in return, his eyes filling with tears.

“I’m sorry,” he began.

“Eddie,” you interrupted, “I don’t blame you. You didn’t do anything wrong, accidents happen and I’m glad it wasn’t you.”

“You heard?”

“I know you blame yourself and think it should have been you, but I’m glad it wasn’t.”

A tear rolled down his cheek as he leaned in close and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, relieved to finally know that you were going to be okay.

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wolveria · 18 days

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Do you have any SCP 049 headcanons that you can share where Reid is pregnant with his child?

You've heard the term mother hen, now get ready for father hen.

You thought he was protective before. He reaches a whole new level of territorial.

Thankfully, he's a doctor... of a sort... which means Reid gets free healthcare. Kind of. She gets daily examinations, at least, though she wonders if it's necessary at that frequency, or if he's just looking for an excuse to feel her up. (He is).

049 doesn't really understand why he keeps making their bed into a nest, but Reid has given up trying to fix it, especially since it is very comfortable being surrounded by blankets and pillows.

049 gives amazing massages, though it was something he had to learn given he couldn't touch anyone before. But he's studious and dedicated to his craft with his hands, in all aspects...

There seems to be a correlation with how big Reid is getting and how tactile 049 is, which leads to Reid getting wound up, and no matter how far along she is, he's taking her to the nest. If they can get that far.

Despite pregnancy aches and pains, it does nothing to dampen Reid's libido, and somehow the two of them are even worse while she's pregnant. Some days they simply don't leave the nest, but 049 wouldn't prefer it any other way, using it as an excuse to dote on her when she would otherwise protest.

049 points out that perhaps next time he should refrain from knotting her, but Reid is having none of it. She always finds a way to get stuck on his knot anyway, even when he's consciously trying to polite about it.

Most likely, it won't be long before chick #2 is on the way.

#scp 049 x reader #pregnancy #pregnant reader #scp 049 #dad!scp 049 #love to make my blorbos dad-shaped #father hen AKA dad cock #and now i prepare to watch my follower count plummet

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mockerycrow · 1 year

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Only Tipsy (Buck x GN!Reader) - Pt. 2

GIF BY @cinematicnomad - masterlist

Summary: You’re apart of the 118 and you have an alcohol problem. Despite knowing you’re surrounded by people who care about you, you’re mortified from the thought of them knowing you’re struggling. [this is an x buck fic, but there’s love from everyone, including maddie.]

A/N: I realize this isn’t too much of a x buck fic so i might rename it.

WARNINGS: alcoholism, dark thoughts, mentioned self harm (non-graphic), angst, hurt/comfort, spoilers for the show.

PART TWO OF TWO - PART ONE HERE

The ride to your apartment was short, but for everyone, it felt like it took a million years, like God had somehow slowed time down and everything was moving slower than it actually was. Bobby taps his fingers against the steering wheel; he can’t help but be worried. This isn’t your usual behavior and what happened with Chim and Maddie with Doug, everyone can only assume the worst. You don’t exactly have a history like Maddie, but when someone is acting extremely unusual? Your darkest fears come out to play.

Bobby and Hen sit in the ambulance silently, riding along the road. Bobby was not going the speed limit at all, which is something Hen would usually lecture him for, but they’re in an emergency vehicle with the sirens and lights on. Perhaps they’re being a bit dramatic if nothing is actually wrong, but Hen can’t help but feel like something is.. very, very wrong. This dark and invading feeling inside of her gut is spreading through her torso to her fingers and she just can’t shake it. Hen’s phone vibrates in her pocket, so her fingers grab the edge and pull it out of her work pants. Hen unlocks her phone and sees Maddie texted her.

Maddie: nearly there. ru guys there yet??

Hen: not yet. eta 2 mins

Hen: something is very wrong. we took the ambulance

Maddie: hey we can’t assume the worst, ok?

Hen: can’t help it. my gut is screaming at me. they need to be ok, for their own sake. and maybe buck’s. he’s shitting himself back at the station

Maddie: he’s not with u?

Hen: no, it’s just me and bobby. chim, eddie and buck r back @ the station in case there’s a call. trust me, buck begged bobby but he wouldn’t let him

Hen looks up from her phone as the ambulance comes to a slow outside of your apartment. She glances at Bobby and they make eye contact as they unclip their seatbelts at the same time, hopping out of the ambulance. Hen grabs a medical duffle bag full of supplies. Hen quickly catches up with Bobby. A few feet away, Bobby makes eye contact with Maddie who’s shutting her car door, keys in hand. She fast walks towards them in such a motherly manner, worried etched across her face. Her eyebrows are pinched together; like she’s expecting the worst, despite what she just told Hen.

“Seems like we got here at the same time,” Maddie murmurs. “Let’s head inside.”

Bobby swallows his spit as he feels that panic bubble back up his throat, but he forces it back down. He needs to focus; for you, for buck, for himself.

The trio make their way inside of the lobby and head up to the fifth floor—your floor.

The walk down the hall was dreadful. Maddie doesn’t bother to knock, she just whips out the key you provided her; you provided your team with a key and you grew so close with Maddie, it only felt fitting she should have one, too. Her keys jingle as she inserts the key into your front doorknob and turns it, immediately opening the door.

The smell of alcohol is strong. It’s overwhelming, gross and all-consuming of your senses. Hen blinks away a few tears as she covers her mouth, walking inside. “Holy shit..” Hen mutters breathlessly. Your apartment is wrecked, there’s bottles everywhere, your carpet is stained with god knows what by this point, there’s crumpled up paper towels and paper plates strewn about, everything. “Oh my god.” Bobby mutters as Maddie walks inside, looking around worriedly, avoiding the bottles. “[Name]??” She calls, concern lacing her tone.

“I’ll go check her bedroom, go check the kitchen and bathroom.” Hen quips as she quickly walks through the apartment and down the hall. She coughs as she opens a few doors in the hall and peeping in, calling your name.

Of course, no one gets a response.

“In here!”

Maddie’s sound is heard from the living room and that’s where Bobby and Hen go.

“C’mon [Name], time to get up..” Maddie murmurs

You’re slumped against the wall, cradling the bottle. Bobby freezes and stares at your slumped over body; your sweaty skin, your hair sticking to your forehead. The front of your shirt is wet with sweat and alcohol. Maddie presses two fingers against your wrist. “Pulse is strong, but really fast. I think they’re dehydrated.”

Hen nods and takes a deep breath and bends down onto her knees. She takes out her small, white flashlight and peels open your bottom eyelids, shining the beam in your pupils and quickly moving it away, watching the reaction. “Pupil dilation is normal, but the whites of their eyes are red, the lowerlids are too light pink for my liking.”

Bobby swallows, his adam’s apple bobbing. “I’ll get the shower going to get them to wake up and then Hen, you should start an IV.”

“Got it, Cap.” Hen replied, putting medical gloves on and already preparing the saline. “Help me pick them up,” Maddie says as she looks at Bobby. They maintain eye contact for a split second and communicate silently; communicate their worries, their concerns, their fears. Bobby walks closer and takes the bottle away from your arms and places it somewhere out of the way. He then hooks his arms under yours and picks your torso up, and Maddie quickly grabs your legs for easy transport. Bobby lets out a soft grunt and they take you to the bathroom.

Bobby then sits you down on the toilet seat, leaning your body against Maddie. She sniffles quietly and wraps an arm around you, hand cradling your face and brushing her thumb against it gently. Bobby forces himself to look away and he takes a slow deep breath before reaching over and turning the water on. He keeps it cold as he pulls the lever up and it transfers from your bathtub faucet to your shower head. “After the IV, I’ll call Buck.” Maddie says quietly, as if her voice will wake your alcohol-coma like state. Bobby nods without saying anything and he completely pries open the shower curtains. He sighs and grabs onto you along with Maddie, grunting, “Alright, in you go.”

They carefully put you in the tub, resting your head against the back of the tub wall. Bobby grabs the shower head and points it towards you, effectively soaking your clothes.

At first, you don’t wake up.

One second turns in to five, in to twenty, into sixty and suddenly your eyelids begin to flutter, a scratchy groan leaving your throat.

Both Maddie and Bobby let out breaths they didn’t know they were holding. You take a good ten seconds to realize you’re in the tub, your glazed over eyes looking around for anything to finally focus on. Your eyes meet Maddie’s and focus; her worried face coming into view.

“Maddie..” You croak, your eyebrows furrowing upwards as your eyes begin to burn with forming tears. You look at Bobby standing beside her and you open your mouth to speak but all that escapes from you is a harsh sob. You cover your water soaked face with your hands, your hair and clothes continuously being soaked with the freezing water. You clearly sobered up fast, and your heart was pounding. The room was spinning, your fingers buzzing with numbness. You couldn’t hear the water rushing anymore, but you felt a pair of strong arms help you out of the bathtub.

You open your eyes and cough as you see the blurry figures of Bobby and Maddie taking you back to the living room near the heater.

You blink and there’s a prick in your arm.

You blink and there’s hands on your face.

You blink and right in front of you is Buck, cupping your cheeks. Wait.. When did he get here?

“..hear me?” Buck’s shaky voice fades in. “Babe, can you hear me?”

You swallow your spit—there’s barely any, due to dehydration. “B.. Buck?”

He smiles, but the gesture doesn’t reach his eyes. He nods, kissing your damp forehead. “Yeah, I’m right here, [Name].”

You try to reach up to touch him but Maddie’s hand comes out of nowhere and gently presses my arm back down. “You have an IV for fluids in your arm, try not to bend your arm, okay?” Maddie’s voice is oh so gentle and loving and you can’t help but burst into tears again. Buck quickly pulls you close to your chest and you sob into his shirt, your tears dripping onto the fabric. “It’s alright, [Name],” Buck whispers to you. “Everything will be okay.. We’ll.. We’ll get you some help, alright? You aren’t alone..”

You just sob harder at that; you don’t think you deserve them, all of them. Buck, Maddie, Hen, Bobby.. They all came for you because they care, yet you feel so much guilt. “I’m- I’m sorry-“ You choke out, your shoulders shaking with a good amount of force from the sobs escaping your chest. “Y-you guys, you guys shouldn’tseemelikethis-“

“Hey, hey hey hey, breathe for us, okay?” Hen’s voice breaks through the air into your ears, making you turn your head to look at her. Buck’s heart breaks inside of his chest. It feels like his heart is crumbling and infecting the rest of his organs with hurt. You’re terribly sweaty, you’re crying which is most definitely dehydrating you further, your hair is mess, you have dark bags under your eyes—you aren’t doing well and Buck isn’t sure how he didn’t see it before.

You take a slow but shaky deep inhale, earning a smile from Hen. “That’s good, now another one..” Her hand grabs your shoulder gently as you follow her instructions. The sweet flow of oxygen makes your lungs ache, your fingertips feel fuzzy. You’ve never been so h grateful to breathe in the air.

Buck kisses your forehead gently, cradling you close as if letting you go means you’ll slip away forever.

“I’ve been in your same exact position, [Name].” Bobby says quietly. “I don’t know the exact reasonings for your drinking, but trust me, I will be there every step of the way. So will everyone else.”

You sniffle and nod as your eyes burn with more tears, but you quickly wipe them away. You feel so nauseous, so out of it, but Buck’s arms are warm and everyone else’s presence are like a soft blanket, keeping everything else at bay.

Maybe you can let them help. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

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chiefdirector · 6 months

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Separated | Hen Wilson | 9-1-1

No.13: Earthquake

Since (Y/N) had joined the 118, Hen had been worried. Worried that there would come a day where (Y/N) would be in danger and that she couldn’t be reached - or, God forbid, saved. Of course, Hen knew all too well that being a first responder came with risks that not many other professions would have to deal with. Every firefighter and first responder knew that, and yet they still put their lives on the line daily to help others.

Hen knew the risks that (Y/N) faced, she faced them with her too. Bobby had been reluctant to allow (Y/N) to join the 118 due to her engagement with Hen. He couldn’t allow his team to grow distracted. Hen always thought that he was being a little ridiculous, they were both professional and focused at all times.

Now she understood better.

Her heart stopped when she didn’t hear (Y/N) respond to the callout on the radio. Suddenly every thought of saving the civilians had flown out of her mind. All she could think about was (Y/N).

They had been on a call to an apartment complex which had been affected by the most recent of earthquakes in Los Angeles. The complex hadn't been all too stable to begin with and the quake had caused what little structural integrity it had left to be destroyed. It was quite literally hanging on by a thread.

Suddenly the world was swarming around her. Hen visualised everything that could have gone wrong and why (Y/N) had not responded. Maybe it was as simple as her radio died, or it had broken. Maybe she was trapped under a beam. Or injured. Maybe she had passed out. She could have not been in reach of the radio. Or she could be-

Hen could hear multiple voices at once: some were giving commands, others were screams, of both pain and joy, but the ones she could hear most clearly were the ones saying her fiance's name.

When the world snapped back into place, Hen knew that she had to get back into the building to find (Y/N). It was only a matter of time before the aftershock set in.

Amongst the chaos, Hen heard her name. Her eyes snapped to the right where she saw Chimney looking at her, a clouded expression in his eyes. He said her name again before continuing, “You need to stay here. Captains orders.”

Chimney put a hand on her arm, pulling her to a stop. It was only then had she realised that she was moving to re-enter the building.

“I have to get in there. She needs me.”

“Yeah she does. She needs you alive. And you’re too distracted to be in there.”

Hen tried to push forward again. “Get out of my way, Chim.”

But he stood his ground. Hen had rarely seen him like this. The juxtaposition to their usual lighthearted banter gave her pause. Just enough for her to reconsider her actions.

“Fine, but the first sign of trouble…”

“I’ll be right behind you.”

They ended up behind the ambulances. They both gave first aid to any civilians that needed help; Chim ran triage whilst Hen took smaller injuries. It was just enough to keep her mind occupied and away from the dark spiralling thoughts that she had before.

Eventually, the patients dwindled down. Firefighters began to go home. All but the 118 had left. Her house stayed to shift through the rubble. They would stay here until (Y/N) was found, and so would she.

Masterlist | Whumptober Masterlist

@ailesswhumptober

#hen wilson #hen wilson x reader #hen wilson imagine #9 1 1 x reader #911 x reader #chiefdirector #ailesswhumptober2023 #I kinda hate this ngl

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grandkintoki · 3 months

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Two sides of the same coin

Evan Buckley is delighted by the "new" presence at 118.

Evan Buckley knew he was a soul without a home, without a purpose and who wanders from place to place in search of something that one day wants to be called his own.

As someone who never had anything, and who still doesn't, he is just a wanderer in search of a reason to survive.

But from the first time he entered the second floor of 118, welcomed with open arms as if it were a home, he knew he was in the right place.

But also since he arrived, a name hasn't left his ears.

Cat

He already thought he was a kind of legend in the department, because the number of times he heard that name was unimaginable, it seemed like he was someone spectacular, he heard that he was the typical "little muscle, a lot of brains", which caused him even more confusion .

Buck is sure that the space next to him belongs to this Cat, because, since a few months ago, the chair has been empty, but what was strange was the fact that they even placed an extra plate, as if it were still there. , but it wasn't like he cared either.

But one particularly cold autumn day, when Buck was going to fix the hoses, he noticed the little lively commotion in front of the barracks, since he arrived, this had never happened, he was going to find out the situation, until someone, no, she came out. of the small crowd and Buck paused on the stairs.

Perhaps he suddenly felt that he had tachycardia due to the record number of increases in his heart rate.

She was magnificent.

Buck had never seen anything like it, for a few seconds he thought he was on another planet with another species.

A beautiful species, by the way, she responded with cute smiles, her eyes closed when she laughed... Ow... That was... Ow...

In his short time as a firefighter, he was enjoying life, trying to impress women every day, drinking and using the truck for nighttime activities, finding something to self-discover, but for the first time, he wanted to drop everything to follow, find out who he was. her, as she is, touch her, see if she smiles the same with him.

He felt weak just looking at her, Buck analyzed everything, even though his vision was a little blurry, he couldn't be more amazed by the kind of cute uniform she was wearing, a black dress and she was holding a briefcase, really a beauty .

He really didn't know how much time had passed until Buck's eyes widened as he felt the kind of angelic aura she gave off as she passed Buck, a light wind passed by as the sweet scent came to his nose, he remained static in place, not knowing what to do, but something happened, he doesn't know exactly what happened, but when he realized it, he was at the top of the stairs, walking with his eyes fixed on the girl who was currently talking to Bobby.

He knew he was in the right place from the beginning, but when he climbed those stairs... Buck may have discovered something more.

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Hi, firstly, this had a first version and somehow I lost it, which left me super unmotivated, and I left it for a few months without writing this again, but well, I hope you like it, This will be very inspired by one of the series from @borntobewondering and I really recommend Buck's fics to read, they are one of my favorites and they inspired me to write this😁🥹

Remembering that it's my first fanfic so without many comments, and maybe the English isn't very current, because I don't have any confidence with my English.

And if there are plot holes, it's because I didn't revise much because I was desperate to post it soon, afraid that the same thing would happen to the first version, well, bye bye😼😼

#evan buckley x reader #991 #991onfox #FOX #Series #eddie diaz #bobby nash #athena grant #evan buckley #oc #991LoneStar #Hen #chimney han #hen wilson #maddie buckley #tumblr fyp

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abiiors · 1 year

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im dyingggg to see a matty sickfic from u

Hey hey, thank you for the ask <3 and your wish has been granted ✨

Warnings - being sick? but nothing else apart from that, I don't think.

If you want a swapped version of this, go here!

Mother Hen

‘Open your mouth for me, baby,’ he coaxes

Normally this would have been met with a stupid sex joke but today your entire body feels like it’s been run over by an 18-wheeler. Twice.

‘Come on,’ he nudges your mouth with the cold tip of the thermometer and you finally obey. It feels like an anvil against your skull once it beeps.

‘Hmm, 100.4,’ he frowns, ‘not good.’

‘Absolutely miserable,’ you echo and his frown deepens.

You haven’t stopped feeling like you’re on the verge of death for twenty-four hours now. Twenty-four hours of miserable headaches, chills and a churning stomach. But somehow, today is worse than yesterday.

‘Hey,’ he taps your cheek lightly to get you to stay awake, ‘how about we try some toast, yeah?’

‘No. No food, please,’ you practically beg. The churning of your stomach has not exactly put you in the mood to eat and he knows it. Unfortunately, he can’t just let you go for more than a day without eating solids.

‘Some banana, then…please.’ He’s been trying everything for the past twenty minutes. From bribery to flattery to sternness, yet nothing will budge you. ‘I’ll get you some peppermint tea once you eat a bit.’

The thought of peppermint tea piques your interest a bit. It had managed to calm your stomach down for an hour or two yesterday so you finally give in and agree to the banana. The fever has well and truly fucked with your tastebuds. The banana tastes like mush and you have to fight to keep each bite down. The tea is fortunately a better experience.

When he goes to run the pots back to the kitchen, you decide to get some medicine from the bathroom cabinet.

Matty walks back into the bedroom to already find you out of bed. Just as he’s about to protest this decision. you realise that standing up was—most definitely—a mistake. The room spins violently and the banana and the tea threaten to make a reappearance right on your bedroom floor. And you aren’t even sure if you’re going to make it to the bathroom in time.

‘Matty…’ you whimper and his eyes widen as he understands what’s about to happen.

He rubs his hands up and down your back as he ushers you to the bathroom. As soon as your knees hit the floor, your body expels everything you’ve consumed in the last twenty-four hours.

Matty is a constant presence. He gathers your hair in one hand and strokes your back with the other. Mumbles encouraging words and tells you to take deep breaths through each wave of nausea.

When it’s finally over, you slump back against his chest and close your eyes.

‘Do you feel any better?’ he asks once you’ve caught your breath a little.

‘A smidge,’ you whisper. It makes you realise that your throat feels incredibly raw from all the bile and stomach acid.

He brushes aside a few strands of hair that are stuck to your sweaty forehead. ‘Should we clean up then?’ When you nod a yes, he hooks an arm around your waist and helps you stand up.

When he still doesn’t let go of your waist as you finish brushing your teeth, you meet his eyes in the mirror, ‘you’re fussing.’

‘Let me,’ he says without missing a beat, ‘I’m worried about you.’

You turn around to look at him and place your hands on his chest. ‘It’s only a stomach bug, love. I already feel better than before.’

‘So do you not want the princess treatment?’ he raises an eyebrow.

‘I didn’t say that!’

‘Well then let me be the mother hen,’ he places a small kiss on your forehead.

The rest of the afternoon he spends playing with your hair and massaging your stomach to ease the cramps. It’s when he starts humming your favourite songs that your eyelids start to feel heavy. You don’t exactly know when you fall asleep but you definitely feel his fingers trace “I love you” on your shoulder.

#matty healy imagine #matty healy fluff #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfiction #the 1975 #matty healy drabble #drabble #asks #fluff #matty x reader #fluff fic #sickfic #sickness #matty being a mother hen

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elianas-cozycorner · 1 year

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𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝕿𝖔 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊 | 𝕹𝖊𝖜𝖙 𝕾𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗

Chapter One | Sweden

Summary: Several months after sharing a longing, intimate moment with your boss, Newt, you find yourself in the heart of a thrilling adventure.

Will chasing smugglers, taming dragons, and awkward family dinners be the key to pushing the two of you closer?

Author's Note: Here is the long awaited, long requested sequel to my fiction "Stumped"! Please, to all those who had previously enjoyed the story and requested this, accept my sincerest apologies.

I never knew how to continue the plotline until now. Rest assured, this multi-chapter fic will have everything you could ever desire! Depending on how this goes, I may change the rating. (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

Disclaimer: I have made this work non-compliant with canon for several reasons. Including a) lack of desire to be associated with films 2 & 3, b) for flow and story purposes, and c) because I do not condone J.K.R's behavior and wish to use my writing to bring joy despite the hurt she has caused.

Ao3 - General Audience Word Count: 1099 Warnings: None

"And so it was that you were left to sketch and think. It seemed that Newt was not the only one in a predicament, as confusion too clouded your mind. You were stumped. Stumped as to why Newt had seemed so pleased with your staring, why his smiling never ceased, and why he had chosen to keep you in his company after that. " - Stumped (2020)

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The air was hot, the wind scorching, and no relief could be found in any amount of water you carried. Despite the great altitude, no snow decorated the cliff faces and mountain peaks. Each breath only served to fuel coughing fits, what with the dryness and heavy musk of dragon. By all accounts, the world should have been covered in white, howling winds should have whipped ice across the craggy stone, and you definitely shouldn’t have been in a simple blouse and trousers.

Yet, here you were. Wand drawn and a thin cloth covering your mouth, without any form of elemental protection. You’d always imagined your first trip to Sweden would be for recreation. Though, you supposed, searching for a smuggled Swedish Short-snout hatchling was more exciting than an office job at the Ministry.

“How are you fairing, darling?” A smooth, strong voice called to you.

You looked up at the man, watching him clamber up another outcropping of rock. Newt was in as much a state of discomfort as you were. His once voluminous curls fell, soaked with sweat, into his face, his shirt sleeves were rolled up above his elbow, and the cloth he held to his face was grimy. However, there was a crinkle at the corner of his eye that told you just how much he was enjoying this. You couldn’t help but return his smile though he couldn’t see it.

“Perfectly content, Mr. Scamander! I only wonder at the heat, it is unexpected!” You tried your best to keep your voice level.

“She must be in distress,” He took a moment to catch his breath. “I haven’t seen any blue flames yet, so she is still a good way up.”

“I suppose she’s turned much of the mountain side up there black.” You caught up with him and leaned on him for support.

“And any foliage to ash,” There was a fondness in his voice. “It’s likely how she escaped her captors to begin with. Many smugglers are unprepared for the heat of a Short-snout’s fire.”

You nodded and flicked your wand. The charm was quick to take effect, cooling both of you instantly. You would not risk cleansing your attire or casting a verbal spell here. The sweat and dragon musk clung to your clothing like a natural camouflage. It would be hard for the dragon to detect you, much less so if you kept your spell-casting to a minimum.

Newt thanked you once he’d finished taking a sip of water. The synthetic waterskin was enchanted to keep its contents cool and permanently full. He offered it to you shyly, bumping it against your hand gently.

“Drink.” His voice was soft, gentle. He wouldn’t command you to drink against your will, but there was a heavy tone of suggestion there nonetheless. It was your turn to thank him.

You took the waterskin, careful not to let your touch linger too long. Ever since that day in the suitcase, when your eyes had met and the world slowed to a stop, things had been different. Awkward. It never hindered your work, never interfered with your capabilities in tending to and drawing Mr. Scamander’s creatures, but it was always there. For you, anyway. It didn’t seem as though Newt understood how wholly that moment changed things for you. He was too sweet, too gentlemanly, to think of it as anything other than a moment between friends.

“Try to keep up, Mr. Scamander.” You forged ahead, unable to stand beside him for longer than was necessary.

Eventually, your trek up the mountainside proved fruitful. Newt once again led the way up. The heat only worsened, but that was to be expected when the stone underfoot was blackened and cracked. Any plants that may have grown from crevices in the rock were turned into small piles of ash, blown about by the wind. Which, as it happened, was not wind at all. The second thing to catch the eye of one Mr. Newt Scamander, was the flurry of movement from above. He placed his hand out behind him, palm facing you, and brought a finger to his lips. Then he pointed up.

Above, on an outcropping of stone, giant wings beat the air and battered against the rocks. Occasionally, chunks of char and sediment were flung down or broke off. The sound of the dragon’s beating wings paired with the gusts of wind against your skin. You had not been listening to the rage of mother nature. Instead, it had been the hatchling. With a look of concern, Newt pulled out two sets of thick, rubbery gloves and black, sturdy goggles. No words were exchanged as each of you donned the new accessories. The fire-resistant material felt strange against the skin, but otherwise did not offer much inconvenience. Just as Newt turned to lead you up to the outcropping, a massive chain swung down. It rattled evilly, smacking down across several sharp protrusions, and barely missed the Magizoologist.

Newt pressed himself flush with the mountain and tugged you with him. “Careful! She must have tangled herself up when landing.”

The chain rose up through the air once more and now it was obvious that with each attempt at flight, the flapping was accompanied by rattling and creaking. Before, you had watched the pretty, pale creature take off into the sky but now she was grounded. A plume of searing blue flame spread out and up into the sky. The smell of burnt hair caused your stomach to twist.

Looking to the man currently under the employment of the ‘Dragon Research and Restraint Bureau’ you began, “Mr. Scamander–”

He said your name, “It’s Newt. Please. Newt is far shorter and works best in cases such as these.”

You started again, “Merlin’s beard! Alright, Newt. How do you propose we get up there?”

“It’s far too dangerous to go up now, she’ll knock us off or roast us.” He chuckled lightly. “But it’s too dangerous to leave her up there alone. Those chains have to come off.”

“How do you calm a Swedish Short-snout?” You leaned closer to him as another, smaller chain whips by.

"You know," He looked at you. "I am not entirely sure."

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Don’t Let The Flame Die

Part 1- It Starts With A Match

This is a 9-1-1 fox x Harry Styles crossover. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: Buck dies in a fire, leaving his girlfriend Y/N to pick up the pieces. Y/N is pregnant and depressed after Buck’s death. Despite the efforts of Maddie and the 118, she shuts herself in. But one day, an old friend comes back with a goal in mind: save Y/N.

Warnings: Death, mentions of depression and harmful thoughts, Pregnancy.

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It had been like any other day. I had an OB appointment and I couldn’t wait to show Evan the photos. I pulled out my phone, typing a text when there’s a knock at my apartment door. I sigh, getting up and waddling with my 5 month belly to the door, opening it to reveal Bobby and Eddie.

“Hey guys… um- what’s up…?”

Their eyes are red and just from the sight of them, I’m filled with nerves. Eddie clears his throat and coughs a little before he speaks up.

“Can we uh- come in?”

I nod and step back, letting them in. They walk into the apartment and make their way to the living room, taking a seat on the couch. I follow them hesitantly, taking a seat in the loveseat. It’s quiet for a minute until Bobby starts to speak.

“I’m sorry for showing up like this… And I never wanted to have to do this- I-I’m sorry I can’t-Eddie-.”

Eddie nods and looks at me, tears threatening to spill.

“Y/N… Buck’s gone.. T-There was a fire- He ran in after a kid that was still inside… The structure collapsed on him… I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry-.”

“When.. When did it happen?”

Eddie drops his head for a minute before he looks back up at me.

“A couple hours ago. We tried to get him out but when we got to him… He was gone… We had to um- alert his parents and Maddie first… I’m so sorry Y/N…”

Tears stream down my face and I let out a loud sob. Eddie pulls me into a hug and I stay there for I don’t even know how long. Everything else… It was a blur.

2 weeks later, the day of the funeral

I wake up to a deafening knock on the door.

“Y/N? Wake up…? We need to leave soon…”

I sigh and sit up, looking around at my surroundings. Ever since Evan’s death, I hadn’t been back to the apartment. I was staying with Bobby and Athena, who so graciously welcomed me in. I knew they were worried, everyone is. I can feel their stares.

“Y/N, I know it’s hard but seriously. We can’t be late…”

“I’m coming Athena, I’m coming.”

I get up, taking a quick shower before putting on the dress I had set out. I don’t have enough energy for makeup, so I pull my hair into a ponytail and slip on my flats before leaving the room. I walk through the house, into the den, to find Bobby and Athena sitting at the kitchen table. Athena gives me a small smile and stands up.

“I’ve got some coffee ready if you’re feeling up to it. Bobby made pancakes but I know you haven’t had much of an appetite.”

I fake a smile and nod.

“Coffee sounds good. I wouldn’t mind that.”

I take a seat at the table and she pours me a cup and places it in front of me.

“Just the way you like. Mocha style.”

I give her an actual smile this time before I start to drink my coffee. After about 20 minutes, we leave for the cemetery. I’m sat smack dab in the front with Maddie, Phillip and Margaret. The sight of his coffin sends chills down my spine, and I just want to scream. I tune out most of the procession, my heart can’t take it… that is until I’m forced to pay attention.

Eddie and Chimney walk up to us, Chimney giving Margaret and Phillip the flag while Eddie lays Evan’s helmet in my lap. I hold it tight with one hand, squeezing Maddie’s hand with the other. I blur out the ringing of the bells and the gun salute… I blur out everything. The next place I find myself is back at Bobby and Athena’s.

Hen sits next to me on the couch, Chimney on the other side, both giving me looks of pity. Hen lays a hand on top of mine and gives me a frown.

“Athena said you haven’t gone to any of your appointments.”

I push her hand away and stand up.

“Did you expect me to? Seriously? He’s gone Hen. Do I really look like I’m gonna go to the stupid appointments without him? He’s never gonna know. He’s going to have a daughter and I’m never gonna be able to tell him! So no Hen. I’m not going. I’m not gonna go and see our daughter when I know he won’t ever get to.”

Tears pour down my cheeks and Maddie walks out from the kitchen, pulling me into a hug. I bury my head in the crook of her neck as I sob, breaking down as I have many times over the past couple weeks. It wasn’t okay. Nothing was okay.

A few weeks later-

I had finally gone home. I had had enough of their prodding and worried gazes. I was determined to grieve, but I was tired of it the extra attention. And I still had the human growing inside to think about. Not that I don’t constantly. Every kick, every move she makes only makes my heart ache.

I lay on the couch with the tv playing mindlessly in the background when there’s a knock on the door. I sigh and get up, waddling to the door. With another sigh, I open it to see Bobby, Athena and Maddie. I sigh and open the door wide, letting them in.

“What’s going on?”

Maddie takes my hand and leads me to the couch, Athena and Bobby following behind. We take a seat and I look at Maddie, waiting for her to start talking.

“It’s been… Almost months. We’ve all kind of discussed- because we’re so worried-.”

Before she can finish, Athena interrupts her.

“Bobby and I think it’s best that you move in with us.”

My eyes widen and my mouth practically falls to the floor.

“Are you kidding me?!”

Maddie frowns and puts a hand on my back.

“Y/N… We’re worried about you and the baby. You’re not taking care of yourself. No one is blaming you, we just want to help! I know it’s been hard- I miss him too… But there’s nothing we can do… Evan would want you to be happy.”

Athena nods in agreement.

“When that little girl is here, she will become your whole world. I know it’s hard, but you’re not alone in this. We love you, sweetheart. We love Buck. We just want the best for you. Bobby and I want to help. We’ve got an empty house with just the two of us. You wouldn’t have to worry and you wouldn’t be alone. It’s not forever, just until you’re ready…”

I frown and look at the floor, only nodding my head.

“Fine… Alright…You’re right…”

And thus began the longest 2 months of my life. Someone always went with to an appointment, I practically didn’t have to lift a finger moving and I have a cozy bedroom set up at Bobby and Athena’s. Now all that’s left is for baby girl to make her way into the world.

At my 40 week appointment, Evan’s mom, Margaret, asked to accompany me. With Evan gone and now 2 grand babies, she and Phillip have decided to move to California to be closer. We arrive at the hospital and we only wait a few minutes before we’re taken into the exam room. I hop up on the table and lay back, waiting for my doctor.

Not a minute later, Dr. Garcia comes in with a cheery smile as usual.

“40 weeks! How exciting! Let’s check on little girl and see how she’s doing, shall we?”

I give her a small nod and lift up my shirt as she sets up the ultrasound. She moves the doppler around a bit and smiles.

“She’s just about ready, any day no-.”

Before she can finish, we hear a splashing sound.

“Was that-?”

“Did my-?”

She gives me a small nod and stands up.

“I guess she’s ready. Let’s get you settled in a room and we’ll go from there!”

She leaves for a few minutes and I let out a sigh, Margaret giving me a small smile.

“Evan was like that too. He came so quick, it’s almost like he knew he was needed… I know you wish he was here… But I’m sure he’s proud of you, Y/N. You’re going to be a great mother, and you’ll always have a little piece of him with you.”

I give her a small smile and squeeze her hand. Shortly after, I’m wheeled into a room and Maddie meets us here with my hospital bag.

“Alright, Eddie is on his way and I’ll be here too. So I guess now… We just wait.”

I frown and nod, lost in my thoughts again.

“Y/N- Y/N!”

I turn my head to her.

“Hm?”

“Did you think of a name?”

I purse my lips.

“Yeah… I did. Evan- if we had a girl, he wanted to name her after you. Not the same name but something just as cool he said- so I tried to keep to that. Her name will be Maeve Everly Buckley. After her auntie Maddie and her daddy. So she has a little piece of him too…”

I start to tear up and she squeezes my hand.

“He’d love that. I know he would.”

It’s quiet for a minute before I decide to speak up.

“It’s quiet without him, Maddie… It’s cold.. Evan brought so much to my life and he was just gone… I don’t blame him. Or anyone. Evan was always like that and there was nothing anyone could do to change that. That little boy survived because of him… and yet it hurts… Everyday without him just hurts… All the songs I’ve written- I can’t let them go… They mean too much… And I don’t know what to do…”

She hugs my tight, rubbing my back as I cry before she pulls away.

“I may not be the best person for this since Chim is still here and I’m the one that left… But it never gets easier. But one thing I have learned… Reach out. Let us help. Don’t fight it alone. Rely on your friends. They want to know what’s going on! Lean on them. Just like you are now.”

I give her a small smile and nod. After many, many hours of labor, my little girl finally makes her debut into the world.

She is the most beautiful, perfect bundle I have ever seen. She’s quiet but warm, and extremely cuddly. She’s only a few hours old, not even a day… But she’s my whole world.

A Few Weeks Later-

I lounge on the couch as Maeve naps, comfortably on my chest. As much as I’d love to move her, she’s honestly too cute to move. Athena walks into the living room with a smile on her face.

“I swear, that little girl naps more than May or Harry* ever did! Very cuddly too.”

*(Athena has 2 children. May and Harry Grant.)

I smile and nod.

“She must have gotten it from her daddy. I’m just thankful that she’s been sleeping and not crying that much. I was afraid she would keep everyone up but she sleeps better than I do!”

She smiles and nods in agreement.

“Have you thought about going back to work?”

I shrug.

“Yes and no. I’m financially stable but at the same time I miss working. I have a couple people wanting to work with me so maybe I’ll text one of them. She’s pretty quiet so I think it would be okay. But if I’m imposing at all-.”

She lets out a laugh and shakes her head.

“No, but I know you, Y/N. You and Buck were the same. Always working. You enjoy what you do and there’s nothing wrong with that. You’re very creative and I know you’ve missed it…”

I nod and give her a small smile as Maeve starts to wake up.

“Maybe I’ll do that… Get back to it…”

I cuddle Maeve close as she yawns and stretches and I smile, rubbing her back. I decide to text a friend and we agree to meet for lunch the next day. With that to look forward to, I go about my day.

The Next Day

I wake up early and dress myself before pumping some milk for Maeve while she sleeps. I’m able to shower and even do some makeup before Maeve wakes up in tears. I smile and pick her up, cradling her in my arms.

“Well good morning my little princess! Are you hungry? Yeah? Let’s get some milk in you, yeah? We have a long day! You get to meet Mama’s friend and he doesn’t even know you exist! Isn’t that fun! That’ll be a fun surprise for him, huh?”

She gives me a funny look and I laugh. I quickly feed her and dress her before loading up my car with everything I might need. Finally, I get her in her car seat and we hit the road.

After about 15 minutes, I reach the restaurant we agreed to meet at for breakfast. I grab the diaper bag and get Maeve out of the car before heading inside. I look around for a minute before I spot him.

(OF COURSE I HAD TO USE THIS HE’S ADORABLE)

Harry sees me and smiles, waving until his mouth drops. I get to the table and set Maeve down in the booth.

“Hey H! Sorry, had to carry this one in.”

He purses his lips and nods.

“I uh- didn’t know you were pregnant or even had a baby!”

I give him a weak smile and nod, pushing Maeve in so I could sit down.

“Yeah… I’m sorry for kind of going MIA… Things have been hard since Evan- Anyways, yeah. She’s still pretty little. About 3 months? I just- Things have been rough… I pretty much crawled into a shell. Would you- like to meet her?”

He gives me a smile and nods.

“I’d love to!”

I smile and carefully pull her out of her car seat before gently placing her in his arms.

“Harry, I’d like you to meet Maeve Everly Buckley. Maeve, this is your uncle Harry, yeah! Look at her! She likes you!”

Maeve gives him a small gummy smile. Harry smiles wider and holds her close.

“She’s so tiny! Look at her little fingers!”

I laugh and nod. Eventually, hands her back so I can place her in her car seat so we can eat.

“So this is album number four, right? Have you written anything?”

He nods and takes a sip of his coffee.

“Bits and pieces. Nothing finished. Jeff and I were hoping maybe you’d be willing to help? But I understand if you’re not-.”

I laugh and shake my head.

“I’d love to. I haven’t worked on anything in so long and I miss it. Maeve won’t be a problem if you’re okay with her tagging along. She’s pretty quiet and always happy.”

He nods with a smile.

“You know I don’t. I love kids. And besides, I have to hurry up and be the favorite uncle.”

I laugh and nod.

“She loves her uncle Chim, that’s for sure. Not too sure about her cousin but it’ll get easier when Jee gets a bit bigger and mellows out. If you have time, I’m pretty much free to work all day. I packed the car just in case.”

He smiles and nods.

“As long as you don’t mind, I’d love to. It’s been a long time. I’d really like to catch up. “

I smile and nod.

“Oh hey- um Evan’s family is having like a memorial for him- albeit a year later, but they wanted to have a small party in his honor if you want to come. You can meet everyone… I know I’ve been distant but they’ve all kind of forced me to be social these last couple months.”

He laughs and nods.

“I’d love to, as long as I’m not imposing.”

“Not at all! They’re holding it at the station. They’re putting up a plaque in the station and they always find a reason to have cake. I kind of want to take some pictures of Maeve in the station anyways. I was a bit too depressed when she was born to have a newborn photo shoot. But I’m getting there.”

He smiles and takes a sip of coffee.

“Are you still taking the meds?”

“Yeah I’m back on them. I kind of stopped for a while… But after she was born I started back up on them. I’m not over him- but she shouldn’t have to suffer because of that… And I won’t let him be gone… Not forever. She’ll know him. And that’s all I can do…”

He nods and gives me a small smile. We finish breakfast and I follow him in my car to the studio. Harry helps me carry some things in for Maeve. I walk through the door and Jeff looks shocked.

“Oh my god is that yours?! You had a kid!”

I laugh and nod. We get started and Maeve gets passed around the room, relishing in all the cuddles she’s getting. I can’t help but smile, feeling warm for the first time in a while.

A Couple Months Later, Maeve’s first birthday

After moving out of Bobby and Athena’s, Maeve and I settled in a cute 3 bedroom house in the outskirts of Los Angeles. Time rolled around and before I knew it, I had people piling into my house with presents and balloons, all for Maeve. I open the door for the millionth time, this time to find Harry on the other side.

“Oh my god hi! Thanks for coming!”

He smiles and gives me a bit of a long hug. He lets go and comes inside.

“Maeve is in the living room playing. Can I get you a drink? There’s punch, lemonade, water-.”

He nods.

“Water sounds great. Sorry I’m late, I had to keep myself from buying her anything else.”

I laugh and nod, understanding the feeling. I hand him a bottle of water and lead him to the living room.

“Maevie! Look who’s here!”

Maeve turns to me and sees Harry, her face lighting up with her little baby smile. She steadily gets up off the floor and waddles over to him.

“Ha!”

He laughs and picks her up.

“There’s the birthday girl! Look at you! You’re so big! How did that happen?!”

She laughs and he smiles, hugging her close. He attempts to put her back down but she starts to cry, so of course he cuddles her close. Throughout the party, she stays close to Harry, dragging him everywhere she goes. After everyone leaves, it’s just Harry, Maeve and I. Harry plays with Maeve as I clean up, listening to her little giggles echoing through the house.

I finish up and walk into the living room to find Maeve passed out on Harry’s chest. I smile and sits next to him on the couch.

“Looks like she tuckered herself out.”

He only laughs and nods, rubbing her back as she drools on his shirt. His face falters for a minute before he speaks up.

“Hey… There’s something I- wanted to talk to you about…”

I raise my eyebrows and look at him, giving him my undivided attention.

“I’ve been thing- for a while now… Things have been good Y/N. Being with you and Maeve… It makes me happy… And I just- I have to tell you… I’m falling in love with you.”

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