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I’m sorry for not getting to everyone’s requests !! I started my job and spring semester of college back to back 😭😭 I promise i’ll get to them as soon as I can !!

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HIIIIIII

First I wanna say I love your work and give you all my support

So I was thinking a husband!father Charlie x wife!reader (cause I saw in a fic that apparently priest can stay married if they got married before they became priest but hey I dunno girl I ain’t Christian😭) and like reader work at the diner where Megan and Charlie goes to eat in episode 2 and reader is really jealous of Megan and hate her (she don’t hide it from Charlie) because she’s supposed to be a nun but she’s still drooling over Charlie.

This is all I got because it’s been in my late night fake scenarios for WEEKS but I always called asleep before fixing an end😭

Love ya kiss kiss💗🫶

Jealous Girl (Father Charlie x wife reader)

warnings: language, implied actions

wordcount: 1.1k

authors note: I enjoyed writing this one. Thank you for the support!!! VERY appreciated love! I hope this is similar to what you were wanting! Let me know if you want a pt. 2!!

You never gave much thought to your future. Your mind was fixated on one thing and one thing only: Charlie Mayhew and his damn charm. From the very moment you laid eyes on him, he completely consumed me. He is the one thing that managed to make you think about the future; you'd be more than just a waitress at the simple diner in your town; you'd be his wife, and that was something you made sure of. One thing you didn't count on? Your personal trainer husband becoming a priest. It wasn't an easy change; you weren't really a religious person, so you didn't really understand his calling, but you supported him the best you could.

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It was a normal day in the diner, not completely empty but not completely full. Nothing really caught your eye until the bell jingled, signaling a customer walking in; you ruffled down your uniform, putting on your customer service smile. "Welcome in..." You trail off, soaking in the person in front of you. Dressed in black and white, full-on nun attire with her phone glued to her hand. You quickly clear your throat, realizing you had stared a bit too long. "Welcome in Sister. Would you prefer a seat at the counter or in a booth?" She takes a second, glancing between the booth and the counter. "A booth please. I'm meeting someone; face to face seems better." She flashes you an awkward smile, waiting for you to lead the way. "Of course, right this way." You grab two menus, thoughts clawing at your brain. Who could she be meeting? More nuns? Not really something the diner sees a lot. Truckers? Yes. Nuns? No. You lead her to her booth, placing a menu in front of and across from her. You pull your pen from behind your ear and a notepad out as she slides into her spot, eyes bouncing from me to the door. "Can I get you started with something to drink?" Her eyes dart to you, "A water would be fine, thank you." You nod, beaming her a smile before walking off.

The sound of chitter fills your ears as you make your way behind the counter, huffing to yourself as you fix her water. Another one of your customers at the counter flag you down for a refill. You top off their coffee before sauntering off back to the nun's booth with her water and your notepad at the ready. "Can I get you something to eat while you wait, hun?" She moves a strand of blonde, curly hair from her eyes as she shakes her head. "I'll wait for the father to arrive; I don't want to seem rude, but could I change out my water for a root beer when you take my order?" You nod, stashing away your notepad. "Just holler when you need me!" You wipe down a table passing the time, humming to yourself when the doorbell jingles again. You look back in curiosity, only to see your husband. You bite the inside of your cheek, a nasty habit when you're worried. You abandon the task at hand, rushing to your husband, worried something could be wrong. "Hey, is everything okay?" You bite your lip nervously as his face scrunches into confusion. "Everything's fine? Why wouldn't it be?" You exhaled deeply, shoulders dropping as the worry melted away. "Sorry, love, I just wasn't expecting a visit from you today. He shakes his head, eyes glancing behind you. You turn your head to meet what had his attention. Ah, the nun. "She's been waiting for you, father." The word comes out harsher than you expected, catching him off guard. He places a reassuring hand on your shoulder, gently giving it a squeeze. "I'm just here to go over a story she wrote for the paper. She's been bringing in a lot more people to my sermons. You hum in response as you lead him to her booth, ready to take their order. "We'll both take the burger and fries." She answers for the both of them; you jot it down and walk off. You place the ticket in the window, your eyes never leaving their table.

You crossed your arms over your chest, your jaw tightening as your gaze followed their every movement. You knew you had nothing to worry about; she's a nun, but something in you just couldn't help it. You knew your husband was good-looking. His brown, styled-back hair, his piercing dark chocolate eyes that would make anyone melt, topped off with his perfect smile that could make your knees weak with one flash. His voice smooth like honey, you could just listen to him for hours, and below those robes was a perfect body. He truly was just perfect. Your hands fall to your side as you watch her flirt with him, him laughing and flashing that perfect smile. Your fists balled up at your sides, the tension in your knuckles betraying your calm demeanor. But duty calls, and their order is ready. You bring out the hot plates, interrupting the two of them so tangled up in their conversation. "Will that be all for you, sister? Father." You put on a fake smile, so hard you thought you might squeeze out your eyes. "No, this is perfect." You give her a nod and walk off, not acknowledging your husband. You have to remind yourself not to worry; he's married to you. Charlie was your strength, but also your weakness. You refuse to lose him.

You try to distract yourself by finishing up your shift; as soon as the clock strikes four, you toss off your apron and storm out of the diner, not even giving him a second glance. He knew he was in for it when he got home. You pull up to your home, nothing fancy; walking in you toss your keys on the counter and toss off your uniform, slipping into a robe. Time to decompress the day away until you hear a car screech into your driveway. Fuck. Charlie storms in, nose flared as he stalks towards you. You cross your arms, staring him down, daring him to say something stupid. "She's a fucking nun, Y/N. She has vows to honor." You take a step towards him, placing your pointer finger against his chest. "Yeah? Did you see the way she was looking at you, practically eye-fucking you? Just because she's a nun doesn't mean she wouldn't think about it." His jaw clenches as you stare at him, not giving in easily this time. He stares down at you, eyes piercing into your soul, when his hand reaches up, gripping your jaw. "I'm going to fix this little problem of yours, yeah?" His voice soft, the embodiment of calm. You raise your brows, a smirk tugging at your lips. "On your knees, now." Without a second thought, you slowly fall down to your knees; he leans down, his grip never leaving your jaw. His thumb pulls down your bottom lip, hunger burning with every touch. "Such a jealous fucking girl. I'm going to show you; I'm all yours."

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I Love the Rain

warnings: cursing, suggestive language/thoughts

wordcount: 855

authors note: something sweet and simple since it was storming here today!

You stepped outside, the humidity fogging up your glasses; it was the one thing you hated about having glasses. You pull them off, wiping them against your sweater. It was an unusually dark day, the clouds brewing something big, something nasty. You continue walking, your vision completely blurred, but you knew the way to the coffee shop like the back of your hand, but what you didn't take into account was the amount of people on the sidewalk, trying to make it to their destination and beat the rain.

Still wiping away your lens, damn the humidity, you think to yourself, stumbling along the way, trying to dodge the blurred figures the best you could. What felt like years later, they finally adjust, no longer fogging up, but as soon as you slip them on, you bump into something solid, more specifically someone's very solid chest. "Fuck, I am so sorry!" I mumble quickly, mentally kicking myself in the ass. A soft rumble comes from the person's chest, how embarrassing, I think to myself as they laugh. You take a step back, glancing up at the person you ran into. Shit. This man was something straight out of a book. Tall, gorgeous, brown hair, piercing eyes, and a smile that could light up the whole damn town. "No need to apologize, I wasn't exactly paying much attention either." He trails off, his hand ruffling up his perfectly laid out brown hair, brown hair that needs a good, rough tug. You toss your hand in the air carelessly, "Really, it was on me, I hadn't had my glasses on yet, this weather just wants me to cause some chaos. " You clear your throat to stop yourself from rambling on, yet your mouth seems to have a mind of its own. "How about I buy you a coffee, or tea? Whatever you want to drink, it's on me." Your thoughts flood in, hoping he doesn't reject the offer.

He flashes that smile, sending a throb between your legs. What can I say? His smile just has that effect. "Ah, how can I say no to that?" His words slip out like honey. Without a second thought, you start heading in the direction of your original destination. The streets emptied out as the sky got darker, if that was even possible. Thunder rumbled out, almost as if the sky was pissed off. "So... uh, I didn't catch your name..." He trails off, glancing at you, waiting for an answer. "Y/N.. you?" You keep walking, hoping to beat the rain. "Nicholas, so where were you in such a rush that you just so happened to bump into me?" He questioned, a hint of playfulness in his voice. "Well, I was on my way to the coffee shop, but someone just so happened to be in my way." You tease, cursing yourself as you feel the drops hitting the top of your head. "You've got to be shitting me." As soon as the words escape your lips, almost as if on cue, the clouds open up, releasing a downpour. Well, there goes my morning, you huff loudly, the cold rain pelting the both of you. His hand reaches down for yours, pulling you down the street with him. "You know the more we run, the more wet we'll get?" You yell over the booming thunder, giggling in the back of your mind at your choice of words. "Trying to get us out of the rain!" He wipes his face as we dodge people trying to find somewhere dry.

You try to keep up with his long strides, your grip slipping on his hand the more the rain comes down. It gets harder and harder to see, barely visible five feet ahead of you, until the sight of an awning catches your eyes, despite the water droplets coating the lens. "There, to your right!" He quickly looks over, finally taking notice of the awning. He pulls the both of you under, his chest heaving up and down. "Fuck, I did not expect it to come down like this." He mumbles quietly as he takes in the sight of the streets flowing with water. "I didn't either, or else I would've just stayed in bed." You rolled your eyes as you run your hands down your soaked clothes. A mischievous glint shines in his eyes as he faces you. "Come on now, you can't tell me that wasn't exciting? Running down the streets, in the pouring rain at that, with a stranger?" Your mood lightens a bit the more you think about the events that just occurred. "A bit romantic if you think about it." His voice lowers as he steps closer to you, your heart beating wildly out of your chest. "Yeah..." His voice barely above a whisper as his eyes glance over you hungrily. You take a step closer, your cheeks burning bright red. This is definitely not how you expected your morning coffee run to go. He leans down, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. "I love the rain..." You mumble against his lips, causing him to smile.

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A Cozy December Night

I finally wrapped up my first semester, so I am back in action!

Enjoy this short little blurb I've had on my mind since November :)

word count: 581

warnings: very fluffy

Tonight was nothing special, just a normal night spent with your boyfriend, except it was December 1st. The fireplace crackled, heat radiating from it as the flames illuminated the two of you sitting on the floor of the living room.

"I swear, every year the lights get more and more tangled when you take them out." You mumble under your breath, attempting to detangle the strand of multicolored lights that sit in front of you. Your boyfriend's laughter echoes in the room as he takes over light duty. "Why don't you let me deal with these and you put the hooks on the ornaments?" Nicholas's hands brush against yours, a smile on his face as he happily takes the pile of lights from you. A huff leaving your lips as you watch him effortlessly turn the ball of mess into strung out strands of lights ready to be placed around the tree. "Those lights have something against me." He playfully rolls his eyes, standing to wrap the lights around the tree. "Maybe you just don't have the magical touch like I do." He shoots you a wink, maneuvering around the tree. You admire him and how the colorful lights illuminate his radiant smile. He knew winter was your favorite time of the year, the Christmas lights, the snow, the vibes alone. You abandon the task of preparing the ornaments; you rock back and forth on your heels, patiently waiting for Nicholas to finish up.

A few minutes later, he takes a step back, admiring his work. "Damn, I'm good. Matter of fact, I think I'll quit acting and put lights on trees for a living." A goofy grin takes over his face as you burst out in laughter. "And I'll be your manager." You rest your head against him, his arm finding its way around your waist. The only sound being the crackling of the fire. The smell of the pine tree, engulfing the room, was your favorite scent. Nothing brings you more joy than times like these, so simple yet so intimate. Nicholas leans down, planting a kiss on your temple as he pulls you closer. "How about I make us some hot chocolate while we take a break, my little hard worker?" You look up at him while he thinks on it, looking at the tree and back at you. "I think my hard work calls for hot chocolate! "You playfully smack his shoulder as you make your way to the kitchen, humming softly as you reach up for the two red mugs with snowflakes covering them. You set them on the counter along with marshmallows, whipped cream, and candy canes when two arms wrap around you, a warm body pressing against you.

The familiar scent of pine and sandalwood overpowering your nostrils. "Someone's a bit impatient, aren't they?" He hums in response, reaching over to grab a marshmallow. "What can I say? I'm dying to get my hands on this hot chocolate after my hard day of work." He pretends to wipe sweat off his forehead as he tosses a marshmallow in his mouth. "You, my darling, are very dramatic." You stroll over to him, placing the warm cup in his hands. "But, only the best for my hardworking man." You lean up, placing a kiss on his cheek before making your way back to the living room, with your boyfriend trailing right behind you, ready to curl up on the couch, leaving the tree unattended till tomorrow.

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so sorry for not posting 😭 it’s finals week for me… i should be back to posting after this week !

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I Need a Doctor pt 3

part 1 and part 2 "I Need a Doctor" linked at the end !

word count: 2,221

warnings: cursing, lots of fluff, suggestive language.

1 Day later.....

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It's 11:00a.m.; time feels as if it's moving at the rate of molasses. You pace around your room, constantly stepping over the pile of outfits thrown to the ground. You knew you needed to be ready by twelve, but your nerves were making you a complete wreck. You didn't even fully understand why you were so nervous; he's already seen you naked, so what's the worst that can happen with your clothes on? Still, you paced around, picking up each piece of clothing and staring at it, not really knowing what to wear, suddenly being stirred from your daze as your alarm filled up the silence that was consuming the room. Shit. How did thirty minutes even slip by? You drop to your knees, shuffling through the pile until you settle on a knee-length long-sleeve black dress that hugged your curves just right. You slip your shoes on, rushing out the door.

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You arrive at the hospital, nerves jumbled even more than before if that was possible. You step out of your car, fixing your hair one last time as you head for the doors. You walk in, immediately greeting the lady at the desk. "Looking for Dr. Mayhew, I assume?" A small smile on her lips as she raises her head to look at you. You had been there the past month, day in and day out, to be there for your sister, but as the days went on, you also looked forward to talking with Charlie. "That would be correct." You mumble a bit flustered as she points her finger to the right. "Down the hall, take a left, and his office is the third door down there." With a quick nod and a quiet thank you, you slowly make your way down the hall, your stomach in knots as you make the turn, his office coming into view. You stand in front of his door, contemplating driving right back home. What if this was a mistake? No. You weren't going to back down; if this didn't work out, you wouldn't regret it; it was the best thing to happen in a while, and you wouldn't let your own doubts get in the way. You knock on his door; a small "Come in." calls out from behind the door. You slowly peek in his office, glancing around curiously. His head perks up, a smile immediately flashing on his lips. That damn smile that lights up the room. You suck in a deep breath as you step fully into the room, the door softly shutting behind you.

"I was getting you worried you weren't going to show." He slowly stands up, stretching before walking over to you. "Trust me, I debated it.." You laugh nervously as his eyes scan over you, taking in the black dress you put on in a hurry. "You look absolutely beautiful for someone who was planning on ditching me." He shoots you a wink as his arm snakes around your waist, his other hand reaching for the door. "Well, I did promise you lunch, so let's go before they stick me with more paperwork." You both make your way down the hall, the buzz of people frantically moving all around the both of you filling your ears. He says his goodbyes to the ladies at the front desk, leading you out of the automatic doors and into the parking lot. The gust of wind hits your face, sending your hair flying back. As you pull your hair from your face, cursing yourself for wearing lip gloss on such a windy day, the feeling of his arm pulling away pulls you out of your thoughts. You glance up at him, his white coat now being shed and tossed over his shoulder. "Who are you and what have you done with my doctor?" You gasp dramatically as he rolls his eyes, his arm finding its way back around you. "Ahh, out here I'm just Charlie, but a little begging and I'll be your doctor anytime." A smirk tugs on his lips as you gently smack his arm. You both resume walking, curiosity filling your head as you wonder where he's taking you. The howling of the wind and the soft sounds of your shoes hitting the pavement are all that you can make out as you make your way to his car. This was getting too real. You could still run for it, although he might chase after you. You both stop as you approach his car, the passenger door already being held open for you. "A doctor and a gentleman? Wow, how did I get so lucky?" You tease as you slide into the car, your back hitting the warm leather seats. While the door closes behind you, he opens the door to the backseat, slipping his white coat in and trading it for a black leather coat. He slips in the driver's seat, fiddling with the AC as he backs out of the parking lot.

Your hand rests under your chin as he drives you both to the mystery lunch. Your eyes trailing every inch of him, truly taking the time to admire him. The way the leather jacket fits around his arms, those big arms there were above your head just the other day. His deep brain hair slicked back and tussled at the same time from the wind just moments before. His dark brown eyes focused heavily on the road. You wondered just what could be going through that head of his as you sit back in your seat, hands falling onto your lap as you stare out the window.

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The drive there was short, although it felt like ten years. The two of you enjoyed the silence, listening to the hum of the car as it made its way towards the restaurant. It was a small dinner, which didn't bother you. It's not like you expected a steak dinner on the first date. The parking lot was empty, which was surprising but also relieving as it gives you a bit more privacy. Your nerves slowly untangle as the door next to you opens, his hand already sticking out for you to take. You graciously take his hand in yours, carefully stepping out of the car. "It's nothing fancy, but it's my favorite place to unwind." Without thinking, your hand rests against his chest, you lock eyes with him. "Charlie, its perfect. I'm just happy to be away from hospital food." You lean into him, laughing softly as he shakes his head at you. You both walk in hand in hand, big smiles radiating off the two of you. The waitress smiles as she greets the both of you, directing you to a table in the back corner. "I'll be with you two cuties in a minute." She winks playfully as she walks away, causing you to blush as you take your seat across from Charlie.

Music played softly in the background as you stared at each other, both too nervous to speak. The waitress comes back, setting a cup of coffee in front of Charlie and a glass of water in front of you. "The usual for you, doctor; hope you don't mind." He shakes his head, his hand reaching out for his mug. "Never a bad time for coffee, Dolores." She pats his shoulder gently before heading in the direction of the bell ringing from the front door, signaling another customer finding their way here. "I don't really do dates..." You trail off for a second. "I'm more of a stay at home with a book and my dog." His eyes never once leave yours as you speak, curiosity plastered on his face. "I can't really say I do dates either; it's usually either saving lives or being buried in paperwork." Your eyes briefly scan him; how could this man not already be taken? He's fucking godly... and fucks godly. You didn't really want to tell him that you're sure the only reason dates don't happen for you is due to you being on the bigger side. Even though you have complete confidence in yourself, doubt still creeped in and seeped through the cracks. You push those thoughts out of your mind, not wanting to sour the mood. "Did you always want to be a doctor? Not that there's anything wrong with the profession; I just personally could never do it." Two plates get set down in the middle of the table, a burger and fries for him, tenders and fries for you. Quiet thank you's spoken at the same time. "Not always; I wanted to be a personal trainer, but I settled on being a doctor. Which I know isn't the thing you really settle on, but I wanted to save people. It was my calling." You raise a french fry to your mouth, listening attentively as he spoke. The passion oozing from his words, he really did care about his job. That much you observed this last month watching him care for patients and their loved ones each day. "But tell me about you; what was your calling?" You pulled out your phone, pulling up your camera roll, the endless pictures of your sketches popping up. "I am a fashion designer, not a big one but local. I work with a boutique near my house. As you can tell, I am definitely not a size two, and that makes it harder to find clothes. I know others struggle as well so I help make and design plus-sized clothes." You ramble on, flashing him a few of your sketches, your nerves melting further away as you talk about your job. "I think that's really fucking cool. In a way, you help people out on a day-to-day basis. Though honestly, I didn't expect you to be a fashion designer; you look more like a writer with those hot glasses." You felt your cheeks flush as his eyes focused on your glasses. "They kind of give off sexy librarian vibes, especially with your hair down." He laughs to himself as you bury your face in your hands. It wasn't a comparison you were used to hearing, but you didn't mind; you'd probably agree with anything that came from those angelic lips.

"To be fair, at some point I did want to be a librarian... I love a good book." You flash a cheeky smile as he lowers his head, laughing. "I don't think I'd ever leave the library if it meant I got to see you every day." You bite the inside of your cheek, holding back a smile as you roll your eyes. "You know, this is probably the most fun I've had in a while. I really do want to thank you for everything you've done." His voice lowers as he leans towards you. "Oh? I think you've done plenty to thank me, Y/N." The words leave his lips in a hushed tone. My god. How can one person be so fucking hot without even trying?

You laugh to yourself, definitely not forgetting the moment you two shared yesterday. "Trust me, that wasn't anything. Treat me right, and I'll rock your world." His head cocks to the side, curiosity glimmering in his eyes. Before he can say anything, the bill gets placed down in the middle of the table, and you both reach for it, fingertips gently brushing against each other. "I've got it; you've been too good to me." He shakes his head in disagreement, the check already being passed back to the waitress with his card stuck in. "I asked you to lunch, my treat, no if's ands or buts." You toss your hands up in surrender as he slides out of the booth. You follow behind him, a big goofy grin on your face as your hands slip around him, leaning against him as his arm rests around your shoulders. He just has this energy that pulls you in; it was hard to explain. You both walk up to the counter, his card being handed back to him. "See you tomorrow, Dr. Mayhew!" The waitress calls out as the door closes behind the two of you. Once again, you find yourself back in the passenger side of his car, feeling euphoric as you watch him slip into the driver seat.

He positions himself to look at you, but you're already looking at him. A glimmer of mischief in your eyes as you gaze at him. "Why don't you let me treat you, yeah?" You move yourself closer to the middle, your thighs pressing against the center console that separates the two of you. His hands reach over, cupping your cheeks, your head spinning as his hands grip tightly, possessively pulling you towards his lips. You break the gap between the two of you, your lips crashing against his hungrily, your hands wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Shit. The effect Charlie had on you needed to be studied, especially when in public. Before things get too heated, you pull away, taking his bottom lip between your teeth, a groan escaping his lips. "Let's take this somewhere else." He quickly starts up the car, backing out of the parking lot with ease. His lips red and swollen from just moments before, and it was only just the beginning.

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in desperate need of a christmas fic with nicholas chavez.

👀👀 i’ll get right on that afterrr pt.3 to I Need a Doctor because i think everyone deserves to see how their date goes

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can I be added to your nicholas chavez taglist pls<333 btw do you follow back pls<333

i do ! and i sure can add you to the tag list! if anyone else would like to be added let me know !!!

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I Need a Doctor pt.2

Pt. 2!!

I had to cut this short because I have midterms... and I've never written smut before so this is a trial run to see if i should advance my skills and continue with it or just stick with fluff!

word count: 1,698

warnings: cursing, smut, 18+ MNDI!!!! fingering, lots if hot kissing, suggestive language, unprotected sex (wrap it up everyone!)

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Fuck it. You don't even bother responding; your body takes over. Your lips crash onto his, taking him by surprise, yet he takes no time reciprocating the kiss. There was a sort of desperation with the way his lips captured yours, begging to be released. His hands find their way to your hips, roughly gripping almost as though to confirm that it is indeed you. His brown locs softly tugged by your hands, drawing him in closer. "Fuck." He mumbles against your lips, causing you to give his hair another tug. He groans softly, his grip on your hips tightening, causing you to slightly gasp against his lips.

Reality finally hits you. Shit. You're in public, more specifically a hallway in a hospital, not exactly the best place to act out your fantasy. You quickly pull yourself away, heart pounding against your chest as you catch your breath. "Charlie..." Your voice drifts off as you press your hands against his chest. "We can't do this... at least not here." A playful smirk tugs at the corner of his lips; his grip on your hips slips away, hands finding yours. He quickly drags you off, not a single thought running through your mind. It almost feels surreal, following behind him, his beautifully tame hair a mess. He looks back at you, a grin on his lips. Everything feels and looks as if it's in slow motion. This can't be real, can it? You're peeled from your thoughts as he pulls you into an empty room, shutting the door behind you. Before you even get the chance to glance at your surroundings, his lips capture yours in a hungry kiss, erasing any thoughts you may have had. Your hand slips between his belt buckle, pulling him against you, eliciting a gasp from the both of you. He pulls away, looking you up and down. "I hope you don't have anything planned after this because I'm going to ruin you." You press your thighs together, the thought alone turning you on.

With that, he slides his black tie off, tossing it to the floor. Your hands immediately get to work on his shirt, hurriedly unbuttoning it. In one swift motion, your shirt is slid over your head, discarded without a second thought. His piercing brown eyes scan over your hungrily, taking in your thick figure. "Not a lot of men can handle me, so I hope you know what you're getting yourself into." You blurt the words out, a hint of doubt in your voice. "Why don't you let my actions speak for themselves?" With that, his hands are back on you, backing you up until the back of your thighs hit the bed. A quiet giggle escapes your lips as you fall back, hitting the soft bed behind you. You adjust yourself, your head falling against the rough hospital pillows. Charlie's hands firmly grip your ankles, slightly pulling you towards him, a squeal leaving your lips. His eyes flicker between yours and your bottoms, and without a second thought, your hands fly down to the buttons on your pants, hurriedly undoing them, popping one off in the process. He finishes pulling them off of you, discarding them across the room.

His lips frantically meet yours once more, as though he had been deprived of this. You stretch your hands over to his belt buckle, giving it a tug. His hands fly down, belt off in one movement. “That desperate huh?” You playfully run your fingertips over the fabric of his pants, feeling the outline of him. His breath hitches in his throat as you touch him. "You don't know what you're doing to me, Y/N." You position yourself upwards, arms flying around his neck, pulling him down to your level, placing one last kiss on his lips before trailing down his jaw, his head leans back, a groan escaping his lips as you trail wet kisses down his neck, gently nipping at his skin. As you work on his neck, his hand finds its way to the waistband of your panties, slowly slipping in two fingers. His fingers tease your entrance, causing you to let out a desperate whine, craving more. "Please Charlie." You beg, back slightly arching, urging him to continue. His fingers slowly dip into your entrance, a moan escaping your parted lips. His fingers move slowly, pulling them out almost fully before dipping back in. You toss your head back, fingers clawing into his shoulders as you moan desperately. "Need more." You plead as his agonizingly slow pace makes your head spin. His pace quickens at your desperate pleas, your eyes fluttering shut as your walls clenched against him, your breath hitching until suddenly, he pulls his fingers out, causing you to cry out at the suddenly empty feeling.

"Can't let you finish that quickly. This is only just the beginning." A taunting smirk tugs at his lips as he tugs at the zipper on his pants, pulling them off quickly before diving back down to your lips as if it were the only thing he needed. His breathing strained as he pushes you back down against the bed, hands interlocking with yours as he pins your arms above your head. His body shuddered against you as your hands explored his body, tracing your nails up and down his back. "Been wanting to do this the moment I saw you." He mumbles against your skin as he works down your neck, nipping and sucking at your hot skin. Your hips buck up softly, eliciting a moan from the both of you at the contact.

"I've been needing a doctor lately; I didn't think this is what my body meant." You breathlessly whisper the words, not even sure if he heard. "I think this is exactly what your body meant." He trails off as your hand slips between the waistband of his boxers. "I think this is what you need, Dr. Mayhew. " He groaned softly, his hips gently buckling at the sudden touch. Your slip his boxers down, his length springing free. "You're in no position to tease; just remember that. His eyes darkened as he stopped all his movements. "Such a desperate fucking slut. I just can't wait to ruin you." He pushes himself off of the bed; you scoot closer to the edge, desperate to feel him inside you. Your arousal grows as his hand grips his length, teasingly rubbing the tip of his cock against your folds. "More." You beg, the throbbing between your legs unbearable. Without hesitation, he snaps his hips into yours roughly, giving you no time to adjust. His head tosses back, eyes rolling as he groans. "Fuck, you feel so freaking good." Your mouth flew open, releasing one of the most sinfully beautiful sounds he had ever heard, which gave him the green light to keep going. With every thrust, the intensity built, the longing for you the moment he saw you, getting closer to you each day. The best reward for all the pent-up desire. His rhythm picked up, each thrust deliberate and purposeful. The pleasure completely consuming you, your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, pulling him closer to you, causing him to go in deeper. He shamelessly let out a string of moans, feeling your walls clench against him, bringing him closer to his release. "Fuck, just like that." You cry out in pleasure; your walls clench around his cock, causing his thrusts to become sloppier. The pressure in your stomach is screaming to be released. "I'm going to cum." You whine out, grip slipping from his hands. He takes this as his cue to wrap his hand around your throat, lifting your head to look at him. "I want you to look at me when you come. I want you to see who makes you feel this good." You look into his eyes, gasping as you feel his dick twitching inside you, causing you to come undone. You cry out his name as you look into his eyes, his cum coming in spurts as he fills you up. The final waves of pleasure wash over you as his head falls down, savoring the feeling of being inside you. 

He slowly pulls out, leaving you feeling full and empty at the same time. Your chests falling and rising quickly against each other, the room still spinning as you come down from the high. After what feels like hours, he falls next to you on the hospital bed, chuckling to himself as he stares at the ceiling. "That was most definitely worth the wait." He whispers softly as he closes his eyes. You take off your glasses, wiping the sweat from your forehead. "I guess I really did need a doctor." You wink playfully as you both sit up, head going to rest against his shoulder. You knew you needed this kind of distraction from everything; the state of your sister had been taking a toll on you. Charlies places a gentle kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering for a few seconds before he gets up. You follow behind, searching for the clothing you both hastily discarded. Once fully clothed, he holds the door open for you; the moment shared between you two forever imbedded into your minds, but the gentle clearing of a throat catches your attention. You turn around, facing a flustered Dr. Mayhew, his hair a mess, and his face flushed red with swollen lips. A complete mess. "So, Y/N... let me take you to a proper lunch, yeah?" You stop in your tracks, debating for a moment, the nervousness on his face clear as he waited for you to answer. "After that, how could I say no to lunch?" He laughs in relief, his arm snaking around your curvy waist. "Had me worried for a second-" Before he could finish, the intercom interrupts him "Paging Dr. Mayhew." You both look at each other, his hand falling away and he's off. “12:30 tomorrow, be ready!” He calls out as he rushes down the hallway, leaving you back to your thoughts, heat rising back to your face as you leave a flustered mess.

[nicholaschavezobsessed]

I Need a Doctor

dr. charlie mayhew x plus size f! reader

18+ MDNI

warnings: cursing, suggestive language, patient in coma, not proofread.

word count: 1,219

should i write a part 2?????? ( i have started on pt. 2 it was supposed to be finished today but i have to delay due to a pet emergency. but it will be out this week ! )

pt 2 here ^^

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As soon as you received the call, you hurried to the hospital, pushing past the nurses who were trying to stop you from storming into the patient's room. Your hand immediately catches hers as you fall beside her bed, tears streaming down your cheeks. All eyes were on you, a mess on the floor beside your sister's bed, the room falling silent except the beeping of the monitor.

After a few seconds past, seconds really feeling like minutes, you glance up at the curious eyes focused on you. You stand up, clearing your throat, wiping the mess of tears off your face. “How is my sister doing?” you mumble quietly as you look at the doctor.

He sighs softly to himself as he runs his hands through his hair and looks down at the ground to avoid your focused stare. "Since someone dumped her off here last night, she hasn't progressed. The bright side is that we were fortunate to reach her at that time, or otherwise." You glance at your sister's condition again, your body churning with rage as she lies there, unconscious.

You move from her side to stand in front of the doctor, your finger accusingly piercing his chest, glaring at him as his words reverberate in your mind. "What are you not doing more of? Is there nothing else you can do? Your tone a mixture of sadness and anger.

You are brought back down a level by his powerful hands gripping your shoulders. "Y/n, we are doing everything we can, I promise.” You were shaken out of your thoughts by his gentle yet firm tone. Your finger slides off his chest as you let out a sigh. “I'm sorry, but she's all I have. I can’t lose her too.” You shake your head as your hands rub against your face, pushing your glasses slightly up.

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An hour later

After gathering your composure, you find yourself sitting in the cafeteria, eyes bloodshot red as you sip the coffee you don’t even remember fixing. Ever since the hospital called you, everything has been a blur, you’re not even entirely sure how you managed to drive here. Your eyes flutter shut, thoughts erratically running through your head, wondering how this even happened. There’s no way your sister just fell and hit her head.

You're startled out of your thoughts by the sound coming from the chair opposite from you. The physician who was responsible for your sister's treatment ended up across from you. You eventually glance him over, no longer consumed by rage. His eyes are piercing brown, and his hair is unkempt and deep brown. He clasps his hands together in front of you, a smile spreading across his lips.

“How are you feeling y/n?” a solemn tone to his voice as his eyes never once leave yours. You look into the now-cold coffee in your hands and shrug your shoulders. “I don't know if my sister will ever come out of her coma. So, tell me, Dr. Mayhew, how do you think I’m feeling." You scowl at him, the sarcasm leaking from your lips.

He throws up his hands, a laugh escaping his lips. “Sorry, I was just checking on you…” he utters softly, causing you to slightly crack a smile. “My apologies, Dr. Mayhew” you mumble the last part as you inspect his name badge. “It’s just…. hard to know that the only person you have left is in that state.” You take a deep breath and run your unsteady fingers over your hair. With a comforting hand on your shoulder, he pulls his chair closer. His eyes are fixed on you as he fades off, "I understand, I wish there was more I could do for you." You swiftly shuffle in your chair, turning your body to his.

"Not to burden you with all of this." Holding a hand between you, he interrupts you. "Go ahead; this is just a part of the job." His tone of voice has a tinge of sincerity mixed with sternness. "Well, my brother, sister, and I were the only ones growing up. It's terrible that my brother no longer speaks with us, but that isn't the point. Despite our age difference, my sister and I have always been close. The idea of her leaving my life is unbearable; we've been through everything together, so I never really envisioned it. Was she perfect? God no. But she’s all I have, and I’ll be damned if she leaves me.” You finally glance up, his eyes locked on you, causing your cheeks to flush.

His hand squeezes your shoulder, a soft smile placed on his lips. “I promise you; she’ll be okay. I will do everything I can.”

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Days turn into weeks, your sister still not showing any sign of getting better, but no sign of getting worse either. Each day without fail, Dr. Mayhew was there to comfort you in the cafeteria, always turning your sad days into bearable ones.

"So, Dr. Mayhew, tell me." He swiftly cuts you off. "Please, call me Charlie." You clear your throat, your voice slightly wavering. "So Charlie, tell me, do you do this with all your patients loved ones?" He leans back in the chair, glancing you over carefully, paying extra attention to the way your pants cling to your thick thighs. "Only the ones I think deserve the consoling."

"Oh? So, you think I'm worthy, Charlie?" As you see him observing you, you draw closer to him, your breath catching in your throat. His gaze gently moves up your body, taking in your voluptuous, thick waist. "Yeah, I think your worthy." You stand up and tug at the cloth that is stuck to your thighs as the room seems suddenly heated. "Excuse me." Without even glancing back at him, you dash to the closest restroom. You try to cool yourself by splashing water on your face while resting your glasses on the sink's edge. Wondering what the fuck is wrong with you, your hands resting on your plump cheeks. "He's your sister's doctor; you can't think like this." You place your glasses back on, images of him hovering over you, white shirt unbuttoned, that gold cross necklace dangling from him. You push those thoughts in the back of your mind as your swing the door open and step out, the cool air hitting you suddenly blocked as you connect with someone's body.

"Fuck, I am so sorry." You scramble over your apologetic words before a hand comes to rest under your chin, lifting your head to look at them. "If you wanted to be against me, all you had to do was ask." Charlie, smirked down at you, watching the color rise to your cheeks.

You stammer, over your words before backing up, gently pressing yourself against the bathroom door. "Charlie...." With cautious approach, he places his hands on either side of your head to stop you from moving. He leans down, lips grazing against your cheeks, causing everything else to fade away leaving only him and you in this moment. "Say the word and I'll leave right now, because I won't be able to control myself around you if you keep looking at me like that." His words send shivers down your spine, your breathing quickening as you consider his words. Fuck it.

[nicholaschavezobsessed]

Late Night Kisses.

Disclaimer: I am not a writer! This is my first piece of work, so I hope it's good!

Warnings: swearing, suggestive language and actions (lol) fluff.

Nicholas Chavez x fem!plus sized reader

The moonlight shines in through the blinds, illuminating you and your boyfriend's uncovered legs tangled together. Your eyes slowly flutter open, your head instantly snapping towards the man sleeping peacefully next to you. You move in closer, hand gently caressing the exposed half of his face, a smile forming on his face before opening his eyes.

"You're staring again..." he mumbles softly as he shifts closer to you. "Well, it is a nice sight to wake up to," you laugh softly as Nicholas's hands find their way to your hips, pulling you closer to him.

"It's me that should be staring then." He buries his face in the crook of your neck, gently pressing kisses to your skin. A sigh escapes your lips as you lean your head back slightly, exposing your neck more to him. "Nicholas...." Your voice trails off as he gently grazes his teeth against your collarbone, shivers running down your spine.

He sits up, hands sliding down to your waist, a lazy grin on his lips as he throws the covers over himself. His soft kisses leading a trail down your body, paying extra attention to your thighs. "God, you're so fucking perfect."

Your hands tangle in his hair, gently giving it a tug as he nips at your skin. "Guess neither of us are going back to sleep." A giggle escaping your lips as you toss the blankets off the both of you, his eyes darting up to meet yours, a smirk evident on his lips as he traces your curves.

[nicholaschavezobsessed]

About me !

My name is Jasmine and I’m 20 years old !🎀

psychology major.🧠

i’m not much of a writer but i try!

currently obsessed with grotesquerie, chicago fire, gilmore girls, & nicholas chavez

i decided to start attempting to write because it’s hard to find plus size fics of my fav characters/people so here i am !

i do take requests and my inbox is always open !

[nicholaschavezobsessed]

Dating Nicholas Chavez would include:

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( I'm not much of a writer... let me know if you enjoyed this!)

~ FOREHEAD KISSES. gives them to you anytime he sees you even if he’s walked away and back for 5 seconds. loves them.

~ This man LOVES when you play in his hair, especially if it means he gets to lay between your legs

~ Picnic dates. This man goes out of his way to always plan a picnic date to take in nature and be at peace with you. It's one of his favorite escapes from the camera.

~ THIGHSSSS. This man absolutely adores your thick thighs. One of his favorite things about you.

~ One thing about him.... he is rarely ever serious. Be prepared to always be hunched over in laughter. He loves LOVES making you smile and laugh. (we love seeing his smile too though with his beautiful teeth.... anyways)

~ (As a plus size reader myself, I have my days when I'm not confident) When you're feeling insecure, he will kiss every single part of your body, repeating how much he worships you and how perfect you are.

~ Be prepared to listen to him sing Milli Vanilli 24/7. Ever since filming monsters he is constantly singing their songs. You guys can be laying in bed, enjoying each other's company and he’ll bust out in song, resulting in a pillow to his face. (can you picture it like i can AHHH such a cute moment in my brain)

~ (This one is for my readers who wear glasses like meeeee) This man loves to steal and wear your glasses even though they hurt his eyes. Loves taking pictures with them because they make his eyes so huge.

~ Loves to trace his fingers across your thighs while he admires them. (THIGH MAN)

~ Squishes your cheeks together even though you hate it because he just loves your chunky cheeks. (get your mind out the gutterrrr)

~ Always has his hands around your waist everywhere you go.

~ Literally worships the ground you walk on. (as he should)