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Nicholas Chavez dating hc's

Nicholas Chavez x Fem!reader

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Bf!Nicholas Chavez who... keeps you up all night talking about anything and everything. He's more vulnerable at night, telling you anything that's been plaguing his mind recently. Or even just talking about your future together.

Bf!Nicholas Chavez who... is a true gentleman. Always holds doors for you, refuses to let you get out of or into the car until he opens your door for you, offers you his jacket when you're cold, etc.

Bf!Nicholas Chavez who's... love language is touch and gift giving. He's always holding your hand and rubbing your knuckles softly with his thumb, hand on your hip, rubbing the small of your back, etc. He also constantly comes home with little gifts, your favorite flowers, candy, drink, a new book you've been talking about wanting. It's the little things.

Bf!Nicholas Chavez who... is unable to stand the thought of losing you. It doesn't matter whether you were in the wrong or if he was because he will always apologize first, he can't stand the silence between the both of you or the way you suddenly seem uncomfortable or tense around him. He always tries his hardest to not let little things blow out of proportion.

Bf!Nicholas Chavez who... has a soft side for you. Sure, in interviews he seems almost cold, broody, blunt, etc. But with you he shows a side that most others don't get to see. When he truly cares about someone, he's thoughtful and nurturing. He's always there when you need him, When you’re upset, he might not know exactly what to say, but he’ll be there with comforting silence or a touch that says more than words ever could.

Bf!Nicholas Chavez who... likes to surprise you with different dates. He’s not the type to just plan a dinner date and call it a night. Maybe a late night picnic under the stars, a surprise trip to a place you’ve always wanted to visit, or even just an unexpected road trip to a random, but exciting, destination. No matter how many times you try, you can never guess what he's planned for you next.

Bf!Nicholas Chavez who... notices the small things about you. Whether it’s remembering your favorite coffee order or noticing when you’re feeling off, he’d find subtle ways to make you feel cared for. Maybe he’s not always the most overt in showing affection, but his thoughtfulness speaks volumes.

Bf!Nicholas Chavez who... gets jealous. No, not in a toxic, possessive way. But he truly wants to spend the rest of his life with you and he can't help but get a little insecure or jealous when he notices other guys trying to steal your attention away when you're out in public together.

Bf!Nicholas Chavez who... has a soft spot for little kids. While he might not outwardly express it, Nicholas would probably have a soft spot for kids or even animals. Whether it’s showing affection toward a younger sibling or cousin, he always gets a certain look in his eyes and a playful side of him comes out when he's around them. He may even bring up having kids of your own one day...

Bf!Nicholas Chavez who... is your biggest cheerleader when it comes to your successes, no matter how big or small. If you accomplish something, he’d be genuinely excited and proud of you, making sure you know that he believes in you. He’d go out of his way to show how happy he is for you, constantly bragging about how his "girlfriend did ____ and ____".

Bf!Nicholas Chavez who... loves to make you laugh. While he has a very composed and nonchalant facade he puts up around others, he’d definitely enjoy teasing you in a lighthearted way. He’d find joy in making you laugh, whether it’s poking fun at something silly you’ve said or playfully challenging you on something you’re passionate about. His teasing would always come from a place of affection and fun, though—never to hurt your feelings (and if he did hurt your feelings he would immediately apologize and comfort you if you were that upset about it).

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Sorry if this is short and not that good!

ayyy first post tho!!! 😛

[oldsoul007]

i’m every women that’s in his mind

nicholas chavez x reader

summary: your boyfriend is obsessed with you and can’t get enough, fluff

Nicholas couldn't get y/n out of his mind. Every moment he wasn't with her, he found himself thinking about her smile, her laugh, and the way she made him feel. His friends noticed how often he talked about her, how his eyes lit up at the mention of her name. Nicholas was completely captivated by y/n, and it was clear to everyone around him that she was always on his mind.

One evening, Nicholas decided it was time to express his feelings. He took y/n to their favorite spot, a quiet park bench under a canopy of stars. The night was calm, the air filled with the soft rustling of leaves. Nicholas took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts and summoning the courage to speak.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” She asked smiling at him.

"Y/n," he began, his voice trembling slightly, "I need to tell you something. I can't stop thinking about you. From the moment I wake up to the time I fall asleep, you're always on my mind. Every little thing reminds me of you, and I find myself looking forward to every moment we spend together."

He paused, searching her eyes for any sign of how she felt. "I realize now that I'm completely obsessed with you. You’ve become such an important part of my life, and I can't imagine my days without you in them. You mean everything to me, more than I ever thought possible."

Nicholas reached out and gently took her hand, hoping she could feel the sincerity in his touch. "I wanted you to know just how much you mean to me, y/n. You're my world." He looked into her eyes, his heart pounding, waiting for her response.

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Nicholas was completely smitten with his girlfriend, and it showed in everything he did. As an actor, he often found himself in interviews and at events, and no matter the topic, he always managed to bring her up.

"Yeah, filming this movie was an incredible experience," he'd say, his eyes lighting up, "but honestly, the best part was coming home to my girlfriend. She's my rock and inspires me every day."

Even during casual conversations with friends or colleagues, Nicholas couldn't help but mention her. "You know, that reminds me of something my girlfriend said the other day," he'd start, launching into a story that showcased not just his love for her but also how much he valued her opinions and insights.

It was clear to everyone around him that Nicholas's love for his girlfriend was deep and genuine, making their bond a beautiful part of his life and career.

[oldsoul007]

hope you like scary movies, cus you’re in one

a/n: I may or may not saw an edit…

ghostface!nicholas x reader

It was a quiet night in woodsboro , like it always is. I was a nanny for a little boy so I could get through college. My phone buzzed on the kitchen counter, and I glanced at the screen. Unknown Caller. I pressed declined but it repeatedly kept calling. Then the landline they had started ringing. I hesitated for a moment before answering.

"Hello?" I said, my voice cautious.

"Hello, y/n," a distorted voice replied. It sent a chill down my spine. "Do you like scary movies?"

I recognized the voice immediately. It was Ghostface, the infamous killer that terrorize my dad in 1996. But something felt off. There was a familiarity in the tone, beneath the distortion.

"Who is this? You’re not funny” Y/n asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Guess," the voice taunted. "Or maybe I'll just have to come find you."

My heart raced, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I knew this person. She thought about Nicholas and how he always played pranks on her. Could it be him?

"Alright, Nicholas," I said, calling his bluff. "Cut it out. I know it's you."

There was a brief silence on the other end before the voice changed, becoming softer and unmistakably Nicholas.

"You got me," he admitted, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I couldn't resist. I've been watching too many horror movies lately."

I let out a relieved laugh. "You really had me going there for a second. But seriously, you need to stop watching those movies."

Nicholas chuckled. "I know, I know. But hey, it got you to pick up the phone, didn't it?"

I shook my head, smiling. "Yeah, it did. But next time, maybe just send a text?"

"Deal," Nicholas agreed, his tone warm. As I hung up, I couldn't help but feel a mix of exasperation and affection for Nicholas. Even when he was being mischievous, he had a way of making me smile.

I had been feeling uneasy for days. I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me. It started with strange noises outside my window at night and escalated to finding eerie notes left in places only I would notice. The notes were signed by "Ghostface," and they sent chills down my spine.

One evening, as I was walking home from work, I heard footsteps behind me. I quickened my pace, but the footsteps matched mine, growing closer with each step. I turned a corner and ducked into an alley, hoping to lose my pursuer. But as I looked back, I saw the unmistakable mask of Ghostface looming in the shadows.

My heart raced as I tried to find a way out. Suddenly, Ghostface lunged at me, pinning her against the wall. "Why are you doing this?" I cried, her voice trembling with fear.

The masked figure was silent for a moment before reaching up to remove the mask. To my shock, it was Nicholas, my boyfriend, standing there with a sheepish grin on his face.

"Nicholas? What the hell?" My fear quickly turned to anger. "You scared me half to death!"

Nicholas looked genuinely apologetic. "I didn't mean to frighten you that much. I thought it would be a fun Halloween prank. I guess I went too far."

My anger softened slightly as I saw the remorse in his eyes. "You think?" I said, still shaken. "You could have just told me you wanted to scare me a little, not make me think I was being stalked by a killer."

Nicholas sighed. "I'm really sorry, y/n. I just wanted to do something different, but I realize now it was a terrible idea. Can you forgive me?"

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "Just promise me you'll never do something like this again."

"I promise," Nicholas said, pulling me into a hug. "I'll make it up to you, I swear."

As we walked home together, I couldn't help but feel relieved that the nightmare was over. But I also realized that Nicholas had a lot to learn about what constituted a "fun" prank.

“I don’t understand why you’re so obsessed with ghostface” “babe it’s Halloween losen up!” He said as we walked hand in hand.

I had always felt a chill in the air around Halloween, but this year, it was different. I had my boyfriend, nicholas. He was charming, funny, and had a smile that could light up the darkest night. Everyone loved him. But there was something about him that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

One evening, me and nick decided to attend the town's annual Halloween party. The old mansion where the party was held was decked out in spooky decorations, with cobwebs, eerie lighting, and ghostly figures lurking in the corners. Everyone was in costume, and I had chosen to go as a ____.

As I mingled with friends, I couldn't help but notice that Nicholas was nowhere to be seen. I asked around, but no one seemed to know where he was. Just as I was about to give up, I was walking by the stairs when I heard someone yelling.

I try not to be nosey but go up the stairs anyone. Maybe nick was up here anyway. I walked through the house looking in the rooms finding nothing. When I open the door i see some kid in a ghost face costume hop out the window. “What the fuck” I say under my breath. I pull out my phone to text him. No service?

I heard commotion downstairs so I ran down to see what’s happening. Everyone was gone from the house. I heard a floorboard squeak behind me.

It was Ghostface, and my heart raced. The figure moved silently through the room, its eyes fixed on me. I felt a shiver run down my spine as Ghostface approached, stopping just inches away from me.

"Y/n," a familiar voice whispered from behind the mask. My eyes widened in shock as Ghostface removed the mask to reveal Nicholas's face. He smiled, but it wasn't the warm, friendly smile I was used to. It was cold and sinister.

"I've been watching you," Nicholas said, his voice low and menacing. "You have no idea who I really am."

I took a step back, my mind racing. The pieces started to fall into place—the strange disappearances, the eerie feeling I got around him, the way he always seemed to know too much. I realized with a sinking feeling that my new boyfriend was none other than the real Ghostface.

Before I could react, Nicholas lunged at me, but I was quick. I grabbed a nearby candlestick and swung it at him, knocking him off balance. I ran through the mansion, my heart pounding in my chest, desperately searching for a way out.

As I reached the front door, I could hear Nicholas's footsteps behind me. I flung the door open and ran into the night, vowing never to trust anyone so easily again. But before I could even get out of the door he grabbed my arm pulling me back in. I try fighting him off but he grabs both of my wrist. “I’m not gonna hurt you y/n!” “Why, why did you do this?!” I yell looking him in the eyes. “What even is a motive?”

[oldsoul007]

trick or treat

summary: your husband Nicholas and you are passing out halloween candy and he gets baby fever…

Nicholas and me were enjoying a cozy Halloween evening, handing out candy to the trick-or-treaters who came to our door. The front porch was decorated with carved pumpkins, spooky lights, and cobwebs, creating a festive atmosphere. Each time the doorbell rang, we eagerly greeted the kids dressed as superheroes, princesses, and various spooky creatures, filling their bags with treats.

As the night went on, a young couple with a baby dressed as a tiny pumpkin came to the door. I cooed at the adorable sight, and Nicholas couldn't help but smile warmly. After we handed out the candy and closed the door, Nicholas turned to me with a thoughtful expression.

"You know," he said, "seeing that little pumpkin made me realize how amazing it would be to have a little one of our own to share moments like this with." He said pulling me in by my waist.

I looked at him, my eyes sparkling with love and excitement. "I've been thinking the same thing," she admitted. We shared a tender kiss, both of us feeling a new sense of anticipation for the future, imagining the day when we might be celebrating Halloween with a little one of our own.

[oldsoul007]

off script

nicholas chavez x co-star!reader

summary: nicholas and reader pull a publicity stunt to promote their new movie but maybe theres something more…

During a promotional interview for our movie, the interviewer couldn't help but notice the way Nicholas looked at me. With a curious smile, the interviewer leaned forward and said, "Nicholas, I have to ask—there's something in the way you look at y/n. It's like there's more than just acting going on here."

Nicholas glanced at me , his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. He chuckled nervously before responding, "Well, you know, we've spent a lot of time together for this movie. It's hard not to develop a certain... connection."

The interviewer raised an eyebrow, sensing there was more to the story. "A connection, you say? It seems like it's more than just a professional one."

I felt her heart skip a beat as i looked at Nicholas. I could see the sincerity in his eyes. "We've become really good friends through this process," i added, trying to keep my voice steady.

Nicholas nodded, but the look he gave me spoke volumes. It was a look filled with admiration and something deeper, something that couldn't be hidden even under the bright lights of the interview set. The interviewer smiled knowingly, leaving the audience to wonder if there was more to their story than just a movie.

So of course mine and nicholas publicists had a brilliant idea to generate buzz for our upcoming movie. They decided to stage a publicity stunt, wanting us to pretend to be a couple. The plan was simple: act like they were dating, make a few public appearances together, and let the media do the rest.

Of course Cooper, was in on it and went ballistic, because he always couldn't help but tease us about how perfect we would look together.

At first, it was all fun and games. We attended premieres, had dinner dates in front of paparazzi, and even posted cute pictures on social media. The chemistry between us was undeniable, and soon, our "relationship" became the talk of the town. Fans were ecstatic, and the movie's anticipation skyrocketed.

However, as we spent more time together, something unexpected happened. The line between acting and reality began to blur. I couldn't deny the fluttering in my heart whenever Nicholas was around. We shared laughs, deep conversations, and moments that felt all too real.

Cooper, who had always shipped us, noticed the change. "You know, you two aren't just good actors," he said one evening. "I think there's something real here."

Me and Nicholas exchanged glances, both realizing that Cooper might be right. What started as a publicity stunt had turned into something much more profound. We had discovered genuine feelings for each other, and the world could see it too.

As we made our way to the quiet corner of the studio, Nicholas turns to me, his heart pounding. "Y/n, can we talk for a minute?" he asked, his voice tinged with nervousness.

I nodded, my curiosity piqued. "Of course, Nic. What's on your mind?"

Taking a deep breath, Nicholas gathered his thoughts. "During the interview, when the interviewer mentioned the way I look at you, it made me realize something important," he began, his eyes searching hers for understanding. "I've been trying to keep my feelings in check, but I can't ignore them anymore."

My eyes widened slightly, a mixture of surprise and anticipation flickering across her face. "Nic, what are you trying to say?"

Nicholas stepped closer, his voice soft but filled with conviction. "Y/n, I want something more, Working on this movie with you, spending all this time together, it's made me see that my feelings for you are real. It's not just the characters we played; it's us."

For a moment, there was silence as I processed his words. Then, a smile slowly spread across my face, my eyes shining with emotion. "Nicholas, I’ve felt the same way, but I was afraid to say anything."

Relief and joy washed over Nicholas as he closed the distance between them, grabbing my face and pulling me in for a heated kiss. "I'm so glad you feel the same," he whispered, his voice full of emotion in between kisses.

The movie's release was a massive success, but more importantly, Nicholas and i found something truly special in each other.

[oldsoul007]

Intense

nicholas chavez x costar!reader

summary: nicholas and reader are filming an intense scene and nicholas gets a bit carried away…

warning: blood, steamy make out, awkwardness??

During the filming of an intense kiss scene, Nicholas and I were fully immersed in our characters. The scene demanded high emotions and raw energy, and both of us were giving it our all. As the camera rolled, Nicholas's character was supposed to passionately kiss my character, conveying a mix of longing and desperation.

As the scene progressed, Nicholas's intensity grew. He stepped closer to me, his eyes locking onto mine with a fiery determination. I matched his energy, my own performance equally powerful. The tension between us was palpable, and everyone on set could feel the electricity in the air. It felt like everyone in the room disappeared when he looked at me.

Suddenly, Nicholas got carried away. In the heat of the moment, he kissed me with more force than intended, his grip on me tightening. I tasted blood in the mix of kisses realizing he bit down too hard on my lip. I, stayed in character, but the director quickly noticed the shift.

"Cut!" the director shouted, stepping forward. The crew rushed in, and Nicholas immediately realized his mistake. He pulled back, his face flushing with embarrassment. "I'm so sorry, y/n," he said, his voice filled with genuine concern. Reaching his hand to my bloody lip but pulling back.

I smiled reassuringly, taking a deep breath. "It's okay, Nicholas. We were both really into it. Let's just take a breather and try again." I rest my hand over his bicep.

The director nodded in agreement, "Great energy, both of you. Let's reset and go from the top, but remember to keep it controlled. I loved that though Father Charlie and c/n need to have that fire."

As we prepared for the next take, Nicholas and I shared a quick laugh, shaking off the intensity of the moment. We knew that our chemistry and dedication to our roles were what made our scenes so powerful, but we also understood the importance of maintaining control.

[oldsoul007]

married life

husband!nicholas x wife!reader

based of this request: can i please request for nicholas: having a married life with him, every domestic and fluffy please!🫶🏼

a/n: short and sweet

Nicholas has been gone for months away filming of course y/n visited here and there but it’s gets harder and harder not seeing him every day. Finally he had just returned from the trip, and as he stepped into the house, the aroma of y/n’s cooking greeted him warmly. He found her in the kitchen, humming softly to herself as she stirred a pot on the stove. The sight of her, so serene and beautiful, filled his heart with love.

The soft hum of the refrigerator and the gentle clinking of dishes being put away were the only sounds until Nicholas turned on our favorite playlist, filling the room with a slow, romantic melody.

Nicholas approached me with a playful smile, extending his hand. "May I have this dance?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with affection. I giggled softly and took his hand, allowing him to pull me close. We began to dance, their movements slow and intimate, perfectly in sync.

The dim light from the overhead lamp cast a warm glow over us, making the kitchen feel like our own private dance floor. Nicholas held me close, his hand resting gently on my back, feeling the steady rhythm of my heartbeat. As we swayed together, he whispered in my ear, "Every time I look at you, I fall in love all over again. I never knew I could be this happy, but you make every moment magical."

My heart swelled with emotion, and I looked up at him, my eyes filled with love. "You make me so happy, Nicholas," I replied softly. "I can't imagine my life without you."

We continued to dance, lost in each other's presence, the world outside fading away. In that quiet, beautiful moment, surrounded by the simple joys of our shared life, our love felt like the most profound and wonderful thing in the world.

[oldsoul007]

taste

nicholas chavez x ex!reader

a/n: no disrespect to either of them or relationship all of this is just fiction!

Nicholas and y/n had a special connection when they dated. Their time together was filled with laughter, shared secrets, and memorable moments. However, as life moved on, they drifted apart, and Nicholas eventually found himself in a new relationship with a girl named Victoria.

Victoria is wonderful—kind, smart, and everything Nicholas could ask for in a girlfriend. Yet, despite his happiness with her, y/n is always in the back of his mind. He often finds himself reminiscing about the times he spent with y/n, the unique bond they shared, and the way she understood him like no one else.

Even though Nicholas tries to focus on his present with Victoria, there are moments when a song, a place, or a random memory brings y/n back to the forefront of his thoughts. He wonders how she's doing, if she thinks about him too, and whether their paths will cross again. This lingering presence of y/n in his mind makes him question if he ever truly moved on, or if a part of him will always belong to her.

Nicholas and Victoria were out for a casual stroll one Saturday afternoon when they unexpectedly ran into y/n. The encounter took Nicholas by surprise, and he felt his heart skip a beat. Y/n looked as beautiful and confident as ever, and seeing her brought a rush of memories flooding back.

"Hey, y/n. It's been a while. How have you been?" Nicholas asked, trying to keep his composure.

"I've been good. Just busy with work and everything. How about you?" Y/n replied with a warm smile.

"I've been alright. This is Victoria, by the way. Victoria, this is y/n," Nicholas introduced them, his voice slightly shaky.

"Nice to meet you, y/n!" Victoria said cheerfully.

"Nice to meet you too, Victoria. So, what have you been up to, Nicholas?" Y/n asked, her eyes lingering on him.

"Oh, you know, just the usual. Work's been keeping me busy. It's really good to see you, though," Nicholas responded, feeling a mix of emotions.

"Yeah, it's good to see you too. You look well," y/n said, her smile softening.

"Thanks. You too," Nicholas managed to say, his mind racing.

Victoria, sensing the tension, chimed in, "We should catch up sometime, all of us. It would be fun."

"Sure, that sounds nice," y/n agreed. "Well, I should get going. It was great running into you both."

"Yeah, take care, y/n," Nicholas said, watching her walk away.

As y/n disappeared into the crowd, Nicholas couldn't help but feel a pang of longing. He realized that his feelings for her were still very much alive, leaving him deep in thought about what to do next.

Victoria and Nicholas had been having a wonderful evening at home when the topic of y/n came up. It started innocently enough, with Nicholas mentioning their recent encounter.

"You know, it was really nice seeing y/n the other day," Nicholas said, trying to keep his tone casual.

Victoria's expression changed slightly. "Yeah, it was. But, Nicholas, I've noticed you talk about her a lot lately."

Nicholas looked puzzled. "What do you mean? She's just an old friend."

"Is she really just an old friend?" Victoria asked, her voice growing more tense. "Because it feels like there's more to it."

Nicholas sighed. "Victoria, you're overthinking this. Y/n and I have history, but that's all in the past. You're the one I'm with now."

Victoria shook her head. "I don't know, Nicholas. It just feels like there's something unresolved between you two. And it bothers me."

Nicholas's frustration began to show. "What do you want me to do, Victoria? I can't erase my past. Y/n is a part of it, but she doesn't have to be a threat to us."

"I just need to know that you're fully committed to us," Victoria said, her eyes pleading.

"I am committed to us," Nicholas said firmly. "But I can't change the fact that y/n was a big part of my life. You have to trust me."

Victoria looked away, tears welling up in her eyes. "It's hard to trust when I see how you look at her."

Nicholas softened, stepping closer to her. "Victoria, I love you. I'll do whatever it takes to make you feel secure. But you have to believe me when I say that y/n is just a friend now."

Victoria nodded slowly, wiping her tears. "Okay, Nicholas. I believe you. But let's not talk about y/n anymore. Let's focus on us."

"Agreed," Nicholas said, pulling her into a hug. "Let's focus on us."

As they held each other, Nicholas hoped that this would be the end of the tension between them. He knew he had to prove his commitment to Victoria and make sure she felt secure in their relationship.

Nicholas and Victoria were at the local bar when they unexpectedly bumped into y/n again. It was a moment of surprise for all three, but Victoria's reaction was different. As she watched Nicholas and y/n exchange warm smiles and familiar glances, something clicked in her mind. She realized that the connection between Nicholas and y/n was deeper than she had ever imagined. It was in that instant that Victoria understood the true nature of their bond, and a mix of emotions washed over her, leaving her both intrigued and contemplative about what this meant for their future.

Nicholas and Victoria were sitting in their living room when the tension that had been building up finally reached a boiling point. The topic of y/n had come up once again, and it was clear that Victoria was not happy about it.

"Nicholas, I can't believe you're still hung up on her," Victoria said, frustration evident in her voice. "Every time we run into y/n, you act like she's the only person in the room."

Nicholas sighed, rubbing his temples. "Victoria, it's not like that. Y/n and I have a history, yes, but it doesn't mean I'm still in love with her. We're just friends now."

"Friends? Really?" Victoria shot back. "Because it sure doesn't seem that way. You get this look in your eyes whenever she's around, like you're remembering something more than just a friendship."

"That's not fair," Nicholas replied, his voice rising. "I can't control how I feel. But I'm with you now, and that's what matters."

"But is it really?" Victoria asked, her eyes filling with tears. "Because it feels like I'm always competing with her ghost. I need to know that you're fully here with me, not just physically but emotionally too."

Nicholas took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. "Victoria, I care about you a lot. I don't want you to feel like you're second to anyone. I'm sorry if I've made you feel that way."

Victoria looked at him, her expression softening slightly. "I just need to know that I can trust you, Nicholas. That you're not going to run back to her the moment things get tough between us."

"I promise you, Victoria," Nicholas said, taking her hand. "I'm committed to us. I'll do whatever it takes to prove that to you."

As they sat there, holding each other's hands, they both realized that this was a turning point in their relationship. They had to work through these issues if they wanted to move forward together.

Nicholas had been feeling increasingly guilty about his relationship with Victoria. He knew deep down that he couldn't continue pretending everything was fine. One evening, he finally mustered the courage to talk to her.

"Victoria, we need to talk," Nicholas began, his voice heavy with emotion. "I can't keep doing this. It's not fair to you or to me. I still have feelings for y/n, and it's not right to lead you on."

Victoria looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of hurt and understanding. "I knew this was coming, Nicholas. I just hoped things would change."

"I'm so sorry," Nicholas said, his heart breaking at the sight of her tears. "You deserve someone who can give you their whole heart, and I can't do that right now."

After the difficult conversation, Nicholas felt a weight lift off his shoulders, but he was also filled with a sense of loss. He decided to reach out to y/n, needing someone to talk to.

"Y/n, I ended things with Victoria," he confessed over the phone. "I couldn't keep pretending. But now, I feel so lost."

Y/n’s voice was gentle but firm. "Nicholas, I still love you, but we can't be together. Not right now. You need to figure things out for yourself first."

Nicholas sighed, feeling the sting of her words. "I understand, y/n. I just needed to hear your voice."

They both knew that this was a time for healing and self-discovery. Even though they couldn't be together, their connection remained a source of comfort and strength for Nicholas.

[oldsoul007]

oh, baby

nicholas chavez x reader

summary: reader find out she’s pregnant and is scared to tell her bf

I sat on the edge of the bathtub, staring at the positive pregnancy test in my hand. My heart raced, and a whirlwind of emotions swirled inside me. I hadn't planned for this, and the thought of telling Nicholas, my longtime boyfriend, filled me with anxiety.

Days passed, and I couldn't bring myself to share the news. I wanted to find the right moment, but her fear of how Nicholas might react kept me silent. One evening, as we sat together on the couch, Nicholas seemed noticed my distant expression.

"Y/n, is everything okay? You've seemed a bit off lately," he asked, concern etched on his face. His hand rubbing my thigh.

I took a deep breath, my hands trembling slightly. "Nicholas, there's something I need to tell you, but I'm really scared about how you'll react."

Nicholas gently took my hand, his eyes searching mine. "Whatever it is, we can handle it together. Just tell me."

I felt tears welled up in my eyes as I finally found the courage to speak. "I'm pregnant, Nicholas. I didn't plan for this, and I don't know what to do."

For a moment, there was silence. Then, to my surprise, Nicholas's face broke into a wide, ecstatic smile. "Y/n, this is amazing news! I can't believe it! We're going to have a baby!"

I looked at him, relief washing over me. "You're not upset? I was so scared you'd be mad or not want this."

Nicholas pulled me into a tight embrace. Pressing kisses all over my face. "Of course I'm not upset. This is incredible. I love you, and I can't wait to start this new chapter of our lives together. We're going to be great parents."

I felt a weight lift off my shoulders as i hugged him back, tears of joy streaming down my face. In that moment, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together, stronger than ever.

[oldsoul007]

forbidden desires

dr. charlie mayhew x reader

summary: you’re fathers doctor is drawn to you and you can’t deny how drain you are to him

Dr. Charlie Mayhew was a man of precision and control, his life meticulously ordered within the sterile walls of the hospital. Yet, beneath his composed exterior, a storm brewed. His days were filled with the monotony of medical routines until y/n entered his world. She was the daughter of one of his patients, a beacon of light in the dark corridors of the hospital.

Y/ns visits were frequent, her presence a stark contrast to the clinical coldness that surrounded them. There was an intensity in her eyes that drew Charlie in, a forbidden allure that he couldn't resist. Their interactions were charged with an undercurrent of tension, each glance and touch igniting a fire that threatened to consume them both.

One evening, as the hospital quieted, Charlie found himself unable to resist the pull any longer. He sought her out, finding her in the dimly lit garden where shadows danced around them. The air was thick with unspoken desires as he approached her.

"Y/n," he whispered, his voice rough with longing. "I can't keep pretending this isn't happening."

She turned to him, her eyes dark and filled with a hunger that mirrored his own. "I've felt it too, Charlie. This... whatever it is between us, it's like a dark force pulling us together."

Their meetings grew more clandestine, each encounter more intense than the last. They found solace in the secrecy, their affair a dangerous dance that teetered on the edge of discovery. The thrill of the forbidden only heightened their passion, each stolen moment a testament to the depths of their desire.

One night, in the shadows of the hospital's deserted wing, Charlie pulled y/n into a hidden alcove. Their breaths mingled, the air electric with anticipation. "This is madness," he murmured against her lips. "But I can't stop."

Y/n fingers tangled in his hair, her voice a breathless whisper. "Then don't. Let the madness consume us."

Our kiss was fierce, a collision of need and desperation. In the darkness, we surrendered to the forbidden, our affair a tempest of passion and peril. We knew the risks, the potential for ruin, but in each other's arms, we found a twisted kind of salvation.

As our relationship deepened, the lines between right and wrong blurred, leaving us both ensnared in a web of dark romance. The hospital became our secret sanctuary, a place where our forbidden love could thrive in the shadows, unseen and unchallenged.

The hospital was eerily quiet one night, the usual hustle and bustle replaced by a haunting stillness. Charlie had been on edge all day, the anticipation of seeing y/n again gnawing at him. He knew it was dangerous, that anyone could walk in at any moment, but the risk only fueled his desire.

He found me in an empty room, the dim lighting casting long shadows on the walls. I was waiting for him, my eyes filled with the same longing that burned within him. Without a word, he closed the door behind him and crossed the room in a few quick strides.

Our lips met in a heated, desperate kiss, years of restraint and propriety melting away in an instant. Charlie's hands roamed over my body, pulling me closer, needing to feel every inch of me against him. I responded with equal fervor, my fingers threading through his hair as I pressed myself against him.

The room seemed to disappear around them, leaving only the two of us lost in our passion. Charlie's heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing the intensity of our embrace. He backed me up against the wall, his lips never leaving mine, our kiss deepening with each passing second.

I moaned softly against his mouth, my hands clutching at his shirt, pulling him even closer. The sound drove Charlie wild, his desire for me growing with every touch, every gasp. He trailed kisses down my neck, savoring the taste of my skin, the way I shivered under his touch.

"Charlie," I whispered, my voice a mix of need and urgency. "We shouldn't... but I can't stop."

"Neither can I," he murmured against my skin. "I need you, y/n. I need you now."

Our kisses grew more frantic, our hands exploring, claiming. The world outside that room ceased to exist, leaving only the two of us, caught in the throes of our forbidden passion. It was reckless, it was dangerous, but in that moment, it was everything.

Charlie’s hands moved to his tie, loosening it with a sense of urgency. He tossed it aside, his focus solely on me. Our kisses grew more heated, our breaths mingling in the confined space. Just as he was about to deepen the kiss, the door burst open.

A nurse rushed in, her face pale and eyes wide with alarm. "Dr. Mayhew! It's d/n ! We need you right now!"

The words hit them like a splash of cold water. I pulled away, my heart racing for an entirely different reason now. "What happened?" I asked, panic creeping into my voice.

The nurse didn't waste any time. "He's taken a turn for the worse. We need you in his room immediately."

Charlie and I exchanged a look, our moment shattered. Without another word, we hurried out of the room, our passionate encounter forgotten in the face of the urgent news about my dad.

We rushed down the hallway, the urgency of the nurse's words propelling us forward. When we reached my dad's room, they found him sitting up in bed, looking slightly confused but otherwise fine.

The nurse, now catching her breath, quickly checked the monitors and then turned to me with an apologetic smile. "I'm so sorry, it looks like it was a false alarm. His vitals are stable, and there's no immediate concern."

I let out a sigh of relief, my heart still pounding from the scare. I glanced at Charlie, who gave me a reassuring nod. The tension that had built up during our passionate moment shifted into a shared sense of relief and gratitude.

I approached my dad, taking his hand gently. "I'm glad you're okay, Dad," I said softly.

Charlie stood back, giving them a moment, but his eyes never left y/n. The intensity of their earlier encounter lingered in the air, a reminder of the deep connection they shared, even in the face of unexpected interruptions.

After making sure my dad was comfortable and everything was truly okay, we stepped out into the hallway. The adrenaline was still coursing through our veins, but now it was mixed with a sense of relief.

I leaned against the wall, trying to steady my breath. "That was close," I said, a small laugh escaping my lips. "We almost got caught."

Charlie chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, that was definitely a close call. I don't think my heart has ever raced that fast."

I looked at him, my eyes softening. "Thank you for being here, Charlie. I don't know what I would have done without you."

He stepped closer, his expression serious but tender. "You don't have to thank me, y/n. I'm here for you, always."

We stood there for a moment, the intensity of our earlier moment still lingering between them. Despite the scare, it was clear that our connection had only grown stronger through the shared experience.

Dr. Charlie had always been passionate about his work, but lately, the stress had been getting to him especially with him and y/n’s affair. His anger issues were starting to surface more frequently, and y/n could see the change in him. One evening, after a particularly grueling day, Charlie's frustration boiled over.

"Why can't anything just go right?" he snapped, slamming a stack of papers onto his desk. I watched him, my heart aching for him but also feeling a pang of fear.

"Charlie, you need to calm down," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "This isn't like you."

He turned to me, his eyes blazing with a mix of anger and desperation. "You don't understand, y/n. The pressure is unbearable, and then there's you... I can't stop thinking about you, and it's fucking driving me insane!"

I felt a surge of fear and frustration. "Charlie, you're scaring me. I care about you, but you can't keep taking your anger out on me. It's not fair."

Charlie took a step back, his expression softening as he realized the impact of his words. "I'm sorry, y/n. I didn't mean to frighten you. It's just... everything feels like it's falling apart, and I don't know how to handle it."

I bit back my own tears, my voice firm. "I understand you're stressed, but you need to find a way to deal with it without lashing out. We both have our struggles, and we need to support each other, not tear each other down."

Charlie nodded, the fire in his eyes dimming. "You're right. I need to get a grip on my anger, for both our sakes. I'm sorry, y/n. I'll do better."

We stood there, the tension slowly easing as we faced the reality of our situation. It was clear that our relationship was a source of both strength and stress, and we would need to navigate it carefully if we were to find any semblance of peace.

As Charlie stood there, the weight of his apology hanging in the air, I took a hesitant step forward. The tension between us was palpable, a mix of unresolved emotions and unspoken words. I could see the sincerity in his eyes, the genuine remorse.

"Charlie," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I know you're trying. I can see it."

Before I could say anything else, Charlie closed the distance between us, his hands gently cupping my face. Our eyes locked, and in that moment, all the anger, fear, and confusion seemed to melt away. He leaned in, capturing my lips in a heated kiss.

I responded instantly, my arms wrapping around his neck as I pressed myself against him. The kiss was intense, filled with all the emotions we had been holding back. Charlie's hands moved to my waist, pulling me closer as he backed me up against his desk.

Papers scattered to the floor as we continued to kiss, our passion taking over. Charlie lifted me onto the desk, his lips never leaving mine. The world outside ceased to exist; it was just the two of us, lost in the moment.

When we finally pulled away, both of us were breathless. Charlie rested his forehead against mine, his hands still holding mine close. "I don't ever want to lose you," he murmured, his voice filled with raw emotion.

I smiled softly, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "You won't," I promised. "We'll figure this out together."

In that moment, we both knew that despite the challenges ahead, our connection was stronger than ever.

[oldsoul007]

Ultraviolence

dr. charlie mayhew x dr!reader

request: Hi, can I request for a Doc Charlie Mayhew x rival in med school days reader. They haven't seen each other in years then reader got into an accident and *surprise surprise* Charlie gets assigned to treat her. Some enemies to lovers kinda thing

warning: arguing, puking

Charlie Mayhew and I were both top students in our medical school, each driven by a fierce determination to become the best doctor. From the very first day, we found ourselves constantly competing, whether it was for the highest grades, the best clinical evaluations, or the most coveted internships. Our rivalry was well-known among our peers and even the professors, who often marveled at our relentless pursuit of excellence.

Despite our competitive nature, there was a mutual respect between Charlie and I. We pushed each other to new heights, each striving to outdo the other. Late-night study sessions in the library often turned into silent battles of endurance, and clinical rounds became arenas for showcasing our knowledge and skills.

Mine and Charlie’s argument had reached a boiling point. We were standing in the study lounge, faces flushed with anger, each unwilling to back down.

"Charlie, your method is reckless and could jeopardize everything we've worked for!" I shouted, my frustration evident.

"And your way is so safe it's boring, y/n! We need to take risks to make an impact!" Charlie retorted, his voice equally loud.

The tension between us was palpable. Neither was willing to consider the other's perspective, and our stubbornness only fueled the fire.

"You always think you know better than everyone else," I accused, my eyes narrowing.

"And you never take a chance, always playing it safe," Charlie shot back, his tone biting.

Our argument echoed through the study lounge, drawing the attention of our classmates. But Charlie and I were too wrapped up in our own battle to notice. The more we argued, the more entrenched we became in our positions.

Finally, I threw up my hands in exasperation. "Fine, do whatever you want, Charlie. But don't expect me to clean up your mess."

Charlie glared at me, his jaw set. "I don't need your approval, y/n. I'll prove you wrong."

With that, we stormed off in opposite directions, the argument unresolved and our rivalry more intense than ever.

I was in the middle of stitching up a patient's wound, my hands steady despite the exhaustion creeping in. The room was filled with the usual sounds of the ER—monitors beeping, hushed conversations, the occasional shout for assistance. I could feel someone's eyes on me, and it didn't take long to figure out who it was. Charlie.

I glanced up briefly and, sure enough, there he was, staring at me from across the room. His gaze was intense, almost scrutinizing. It felt like he was waiting for me to make a mistake, to prove some unspoken point. Annoyance bubbled up inside me. I didn't need this right now, not after the night we'd had.

Without missing a beat, I shot him a sharp, rude look. It was a silent message: back off. He raised an eyebrow, but didn't look away. I could feel the tension between us, thick and palpable, but I forced myself to focus back on my patient. I didn't have time for Charlie's games

After a grueling night at the hospital, the group of medical school students decided to unwind at our favorite local bar. The dim lighting and the hum of conversations provided a stark contrast to the sterile, high-pressure environment we had just left. Me and Charlie, both exhausted yet wired from the adrenaline, found ourselves at opposite ends of the bar.

As the night wore on, tensions that had been simmering beneath the surface started to bubble up. Charlie, feeling the weight of a particularly difficult case, made a snide remark about me handling of a patient. Me, already on edge, snapped back, my voice cutting through the chatter. Our friends tried to diffuse the situation, but the stress of their demanding schedules and the alcohol only fueled the fire.

"You know, y/n, I really don't understand how you handled that patient today. It was almost like you were trying to make things harder for everyone."

My eyes narrowed, the tension immediately palpable. "Excuse me? At least I didn't stand around second-guessing every decision like you did. Maybe if you spent less time criticizing and more time actually helping, we'd get things done faster."

Our friends exchanged uneasy glances, sensing the brewing storm. Charlie leaned in, his voice low but sharp. "Maybe if you weren't so stubborn and actually listened to someone else's fucking opinion for once, things wouldn't get so chaotic."

My face flushed with anger. "You’re an asshole, You think you're the only one who knows anything? Your arrogance is infuriating, Charlie. Just because you have an opinion doesn't mean it's always right."

The argument escalated quickly, with both me and Charlie hurling accusations and frustrations at each other. It wasn't just about the patient anymore; it was about the long hours, the constant pressure, and the unspoken competition between us. The altercation drew the attention of the entire bar, but neither seemed to care as they vented months of pent-up stress.

I sat at my desk, textbooks and notes scattered around me. I had been studying for hours, but the material just wasn't sticking. The test was looming, and I felt the pressure mounting. With a deep sigh, she realized she needed help. The last person I wanted to ask was Charlie, but I didn't have much choice.

Reluctantly, I picked up my phone and sent Charlie a message. "Hey, I need some help with the study material. Can you spare some time?"

Charlie responded quickly. "What will you give me if I do” moments later another message comes through. “Sure, I can help. When do you want to meet?"

We agreed to meet at the library later that afternoon. I felt a mix of relief and frustration. I didn't like admitting I needed help, especially from Charlie, but I knew it was necessary.

When we met, Charlie was surprisingly patient and thorough. He explained the concepts clearly, breaking down the material in a way that made sense to me. Despite my initial reluctance, I found myself grateful for his help.

"Thanks, Charlie," I said at the end of our session. "I really appreciate it."

Charlie smiled. "No problem, y/n. We all need a little help sometimes."

As we packed up our things, I couldn't help but feel a bit more confident about the upcoming test. Maybe working with Charlie wasn't so bad after all.

Years later, I found myself in a hospital room, my head throbbing from the accident I’d just been in. I couldn't believe my luck when the doctor walked in and it was Charlie. Of course, it had to be him.

Charlie looked just as surprised to see me. "Y/n," he sighed, his tone professional but his eyes betraying a hint of the old tension between us. "What happened?"

"Car accident," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. "I guess you're my doctor."

"Looks like it," Charlie said, glancing at my chart. "Let's get you checked out."

The examination was awkward, the air thick with unspoken words. Charlie was thorough and professional, but I could sense the tension in his every move. I couldn't help but remember our heated arguments and the unresolved feelings that still lingered between us.

"You're going to be fine," Charlie finally said, stepping back. "Just a few bruises and a mild concussion. You'll need to rest for a few days."

"Thanks," I muttered, not meeting his eyes.

Charlie hesitated for a moment, then added, "If you need anything, let me know. I'll be around."

I nodded, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and frustration. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I was relieved that Charlie was there, even if it meant facing the unresolved tension between us.

Charlie walked into the room, clipboard in hand, ready to do his job. "Alright, y/n, let's get this last check-up done," he said, his tone neutral.

I barely looked at him, my irritation clear. "Just get it over with," I muttered, crossing my arms.

Charlie sighed, trying to keep his cool. "I need you to cooperate, y/n. This is for your own good."

I rolled my eyes, clearly annoyed. "Yeah, whatever. Just do what you have to."

Charlie started the examination, but my attitude was getting under his skin. "You know, a little bit of cooperation would make this easier for both of us."

"Maybe if you weren't so insufferable, I wouldn't be so annoyed," I shot back, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

Charlie clenched his jaw, trying to stay professional. "I'm just trying to help you. Could you at least try to meet me halfway?"

My eyes flashed with anger. "I don't need your help, Charlie. Just finish the check-up."

Charlie finally snapped. "Fine. But for the record, your attitude isn't helping anyone. I'm just doing my job."

I felt a pang of guilt but quickly pushed it aside. "Whatever."

The rest of the check-up was done in tense silence, both of them stubbornly ignoring the underlying feelings that neither wanted to acknowledge.

Charlie couldn't hold back his frustration any longer. "Y/n, just exactly what were you thinking? You could've been seriously hurt!" he snapped, his voice rising.

I glared at him, my own anger flaring up. "It wasn’t my fault! And why do you even care so much, Charlie? It's not like it matters to you!"

Charlie took a deep breath, trying to calm himself but failing. "Of course it matters! You think I want to see you like this? You need to be more careful."

My eyes softened for a moment as I saw the genuine concern in his eyes. "Why does it matter to you, Charlie? Why do you care so much?"

He hesitated, the words hanging in the air between us. "Because... because I still care about you, y/n. I never stopped."

I felt a lump in my throat. Despite all the tension and unresolved feelings, there was something undeniable between us. "Charlie, I..."

He shook his head, cutting me off. "Just promise me you'll be more careful. I don't want to see you hurt again."

I nodded, feeling a strange mix of emotions. "I promise."

As Charlie turned to leave, the unspoken words and lingering feelings between us seemed to fill the room, leaving both of us wondering what might happen next.

The years had softened some of our rough edges, and the intense rivalry that once defined our relationship had faded into a mutual respect.

The silence between us was comfortable, a stark contrast to our earlier years of constant bickering. As I sat in my hospital bed with charlie sitting next to it keeping me company, memories of our past interactions resurfaced, and we couldn't help but laugh at how far we had come.

Charlie broke the silence first. "You know, I used to watch you work and wonder how you managed to stay so focused. It drove me crazy," he admitted with a sheepish grin.

I chuckled, shaking my head. "I always thought you were just waiting for me to mess up. I guess I never realized you were actually... impressed."

We exchanged a look, and in that moment, it all clicked. The tension, the arguments, the stolen glances—it had all been fueled by something deeper. We had been too stubborn to see it back then, but now, it was undeniable. We had feelings for each other all along.

"Alright, y/n," Charlie began, trying to maintain his professional demeanor. "Let's go over a few things before you leave. First, you'll need to keep an eye on your—"

"—vital signs, particularly any changes in heart rate or blood pressure," I interjected, finishing his sentence with a knowing smirk.

Charlie sighed but continued. "Yes, exactly. And make sure you take your—"

"—pain medication as prescribed, but be mindful of any side effects like dizziness or nausea," I added, my tone light but confident.

He shot me a look, trying to hide his frustration. "Right. Also, you should avoid any strenuous activities for the next—"

"—48 hours, and gradually ease back into your normal routine," I said, my eyes twinkling with amusement.

Charlie couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head. "You know, it's really hard to be the doctor here when you keep finishing my sentences."

I grinned. "Sorry, force of habit. But thanks for taking care of me, Charlie."

He smiled back, the tension easing. "Anytime. Just try not to make a habit of ending up on the patient side of things, okay?"

"Deal," she replied, her smile widening. And with that, the unspoken bond between them grew just a little bit stronger.

I walked back into the hospital, my heart racing a bit faster than usual. I had told myself I was just coming back to grab something I forgot, but deep down, I knew the real reason. I wanted to see Charlie again.

As I made my way through the familiar hallways, I spotted him at the nurses' station, engrossed in some paperwork. Taking a deep breath, I approached him, trying to appear casual.

"Hey, Charlie," I said, my voice steady. "I think I left my, uh, sweater in my the hospital room."

Charlie looked up, a smile spreading across his face when he saw me. "Y/n, hey! I can help you look."

We walked together to the room , chatting about our day. I could feel the butterflies in my stomach, but I tried to keep my cool. As we reached the room, she pretended to search for my sweater.

"Found it!" I exclaimed, holding up the sweater I had actually had all along.

Charlie laughed. "You know, you could have just said you wanted to see me."

I blushed, but I smiled back. "Yeah, I guess I could have."

We stood there for a moment, the air filled with unspoken words. Finally, Charlie broke the silence. "Well, I'm glad you came back. It's always nice to see you, y/n."

I felt my heart swell. "Same here, Charlie. Same here."

Charlie took a step closer, his eyes locking with mine. The room seemed to shrink around us, the air thick with unspoken emotions. Without a word, he reached out, gently cupping my face in his hands. My breath hitched, my heart racing as I realized what was about to happen.

And then, he kissed me. It wasn't tentative or hesitant; it was passionate and full of years of pent-up feelings. The world outside the break room faded away, leaving just the two of them in that moment. I melted into the kiss, my hands finding our way to his shoulders, pulling him closer.

When we finally pulled apart, both of us were breathless, our foreheads resting against each other. Charlie smiled softly, his thumb brushing against my cheek. "I've wanted to do that for a long time," he whispered.

I laughed lightly, my eyes sparkling. "Me too," I admitted. And just like that, the years of unresolved tension and hidden feelings began to unravel, leading us toward a new chapter together.

[oldsoul007]

can’t bear it

bf!nicholas chavez x gf!reader

summary: reader has really bad anxiety and it takes a tool on both of them

Nicholas and me stood in the kitchen, the tension between us thick in the air. My anxiety had been particularly bad lately, and it was starting to take a toll on both of us.

"Why can't you just relax for once?" Nicholas snapped, frustration evident in his voice. "It's like everything is a big deal to you!"

My eyes filled with tears. "You think I want to feel like this? You think I enjoy being anxious all the time? It's not something I can just switch off, Nicholas!"

He ran his hands through his hair, realizing how harsh his words had been. Immediately regretting them. "Y/n, I didn't mean it like that. I'm just... I'm worried about you, and sometimes I don't know how to help."

I turned away, trying to hide me tears. "I don't need you to fix me, Nicholas. I just need you to be there for me, to understand that this is something I struggle with every day."

Nicholas stepped closer, his voice softening. "I'm sorry, y/n. I know it's hard for you, and I shouldn't have taken my frustration out on you. I love you, and I want to support you, even when I don't fully understand what you're going through."

I looked up at him, my eyes still wet but filled with a glimmer of hope. "I just need you to be patient with me. I know it's not easy, but it means everything to me."

He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. "I promise, I'll try to be better. We'll get through this together, okay?"

I nodded, feeling the warmth of his embrace. "Okay. Thank you, nick."

In that moment, we both knew that despite the challenges, our love and understanding for each other would help us navigate through the toughest times.

[oldsoul007]

fallen angel

charlie mayhew x reader

summary: you’ve been told to stay away from charlie mayhew but can’t resist him, charlie a giver in this

disclaimer: the “devil” is just a description, I am not saying charlie is it, suggestive

Charlie Mayhew had a reputation that preceded him. In Valley, he was known as the "devil," a man whose charm was matched only by his ruthlessness. People warned me to stay away from him, but there was something about Charlie that drew me in, something I couldn't quite resist.

Every time our paths crossed, I felt a magnetic pull towards him. His dark eyes seemed to see right through me, and his presence was intoxicating. Despite knowing he was trouble, I couldn't deny the thrill I felt when he was near.

Charlie, on the other hand, was equally captivated by y/n. He knew he was no good for her, that his world was filled with shadows and danger. But something about her innocence and strength called to him, making him want her in a way he had never wanted anyone before.

Charlie leaned casually against the wall, his eyes locking onto mine. There was a knowing glint in his gaze, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

"I see you watching me, y/n," he said, his voice low and confident. "You think I don't notice, but I do."

My heart skipped a beat, but I tried to keep my composure. "What are you talking about, Charlie?"

He took a step closer, closing the distance between us. "You think I'm some kind of mystery, don't you? Some puzzle you can't figure out."

I swallowed hard, my mind racing. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Charlie chuckled softly, shaking his head. "You can deny it all you want, but I know what you think about me. You think I'm trouble, and maybe I am. But you like that, don’t you?"

My breath caught in my throat, my defenses crumbling under his intense gaze. "You're wrong," I whispered, though even I wasn't convinced by my own words.

"Am I?" Charlie asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Or are you just afraid to admit it?"

One evening, we found ourselves alone, the air thick with unspoken tension. Charlie stepped closer, his gaze intense. "You should stay away from me, y/n. I'm not a good man."

My heart raced, but I stood my ground. "Maybe I don't want to stay away. Maybe I see something in you that others don't."

He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from my face. "You're playing with fire," he warned, his voice low and dangerous.

"Then let me burn," I whispered, closing the distance between us.

In that moment, we both knew we were crossing a line, stepping into a dark and uncertain territory. But the pull between us was undeniable, and neither could resist the storm that was brewing.

The tension between me and Charlie had been building for weeks, an electric current that neither could ignore. One night, after yet another heated exchange, we found ourselves alone in a dimly lit room, the air thick with anticipation.

Charlie took a step closer, his eyes burning with intensity. "Y/n, you don't know what you're getting into."

"I don't care," I replied, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement. "I can't fight this anymore."

He just gazed at me for a moment before leaning in. “Don’t worry…it’s all part of the process” he whispers into my ear sending shivers down my spine. “The waiting”

Before I could say another word, Charlie closed the distance between us, his lips crashing against mine in a fierce, passionate kiss. I responded instantly, my hands tangling in his hair as I pulled him closer.

The kiss was everything we had both been longing for—raw, desperate, and filled with a hunger that had been simmering beneath the surface. Charlie's hands roamed over my body, pulling me even tighter against him, as if he couldn't get enough.

My heart pounded in my chest, my mind clouded with desire. I knew this was dangerous, that Charlie was dangerous, but in that moment, nothing else mattered. We were consumed by our need for each other, lost in a whirlwind of passion and intensity.

As we finally broke apart, both breathless and flushed, Charlie rested his forehead against mine. "This changes everything, you know," he whispered.

I nodded, my fingers still tracing the lines of his jaw. "I know. But I don't care. I want this. I want you."

With those words, we both knew there was no turning back. We had given in to the pull between us, and now, we were bound together by a connection that was as dangerous as it was irresistible.

The room was dark, the only light coming from the flickering streetlamp outside. Charlie's reputation as the "devil" wasn't just talk—it was something he lived up to, something that made him both feared and irresistible. Tonight, I was about to see that side of him up close.

Charlie grabbed my wrist, pulling me roughly towards him. "You think you can handle me, y/n?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

My heart raced, but I didn't back down. "I know I can," I shot back, my eyes blazing with defiance.

Without warning, Charlie pushed me against the wall, his body pressing into mine with an intensity that took my breath away. His hands were everywhere, rough and demanding, as if he was claiming me for himself. His lips inches from mine. My breath hitching as his lips finally met mine in a searing, aggressive kiss.

It was a battle of wills, each of us pushing and pulling, neither willing to give an inch. Charlie's kiss was fierce, almost punishing, as if he was trying to make me understand just how dangerous he could be. But I responded with equal intensity, meeting his aggression with my own.

His hands gripped my hips, lifting me slightly off the ground as he deepened the kiss, his teeth grazing my lower lip. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he matched his fervor. It was a clash of fire and ice, passion and danger, and neither of us wanted it to stop.

When we finally broke apart, both gasping for air, Charlie's eyes were dark with desire. "You're mine now," he said, his voice rough and possessive.

I looked up at him, my own desire mirrored in my eyes. "I always have been," I replied, knowing that despite the danger, I wouldn't have it any other way.

The rain pounded on the roof of the car, creating a rhythm that matched the racing of my heart. Me and Charlie were sitting in the front seats, the world outside forgotten as the tension between them reached its peak.

Without warning, Charlie leaned in, capturing my lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. I responded immediately, my hands tangling in his hair as I pulled him closer. The kiss deepened, our breaths mingling as the intensity of our emotions took over.

Charlie pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his own filled with a fire that mirrored my own. “Get in the back” After hopping in the back, without breaking eye contact, he reached down and pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside. His bare skin glistened in the dim light, and I couldn't help but run my hands over his chest, feeling the warmth and strength beneath my fingertips.

My hair, wild and untamed, cascaded around my face as me and Charlie kissed with a fervor that left them both breathless.

Charlie pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with desire. He gently gathered my hair, which was all over the place, and with a deft touch, made it into a makeshift ponytail. "I want to see your face," he murmured, his voice husky.

My heart skipped a beat as I felt the warmth of his hands against my scalp. I smiled, my eyes locking onto his. "Better?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Much better," Charlie replied, his lips curving into a smile. He leaned in once more, capturing my lips in another passionate kiss, his hands now free to explore the curves of my body. The connection between us grew stronger, the intensity of our emotions filling the small space of the car.

He kissed me again, even more passionately this time, as if he couldn't get enough of me. The world outside the car ceased to exist; all that mattered was the electrifying connection between us, a connection that seemed to grow stronger with every touch, every kiss. His cross necklace dangling over me.

He continued to kiss down my neck, nicking me with his teeth along the way, lifting my shirt off to continue kissing all the way down my chest. He moved himself lower, taking my pants with him. “I want to make you feel good.” He grins up at me mischievously, as I thread my fingers through his hair.

The darkness of the car didn’t make up for much of what he was doing. “Please, charlie” I begged. I heard him laugh. “So impatient.”

He took his time kissing against my thighs. Feeling him groan against me, threading my fingers through his hair once again.

He kissed me once again. I reach my hands towards his pants but he quickly takes my wrist and holds them together. “I don’t want to have you in the car.” He said barely above a whisper.

The tension in the air was palpable as me and Charlie faced off in the dimly lit room. Charlie's eyes were wild, a storm brewing behind them that I could almost feel. Hearing the things Charlie has done and he apparently doesn’t give a shit about me really heated something inside of me.

"You're insane, Charlie!" I shouted, my frustration boiling over. "You can't just go around acting like a maniac and expect everyone to fall in line!"

Charlie sneered, his expression hardening. "Oh, so now I'm insane? That's rich coming from someone who can't even admit how much they need me."

"Need you?" My voice cracked with anger. "I don't need a psychopath like you controlling my life!"

Charlie's face twisted with rage. "You are such a massive fucking bitch," he spat. "After everything I've done for you, this is how you repay me?"

My eyes blazed with defiance. "I never asked for your help, Charlie. I never asked for any of this."

"Fine," Charlie growled, taking a step closer, his presence looming over me. "But don't come crying to me when you realize you can't handle this world on your own."

My heart pounded, but she refused to back down. "I'd rather be alone than be with someone who treats me like shit."

“Don’t you ever fucking speak to me like that again.” He grits closing the distance between us. Taking my neck in his hands and kissing me passionately. I could feel his tongue fighting mine for dominance. He stops, scaring into my eyes leaving me wanting more.

The room fell silent, the weight of our words hanging heavily between us. Neither of us willing to give in, both too stubborn to admit the truth buried beneath our anger.

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beautiful boy

nicholas chavez x reader

summary: your bf comes home from work and just wants to be with you

I was on the couch reading my book trying to contain my excitement for when nicholas came home.

Nicholas stumbled through the front door, exhaustion etched into every line of his face. He had been doing press jobs non-stop, flying from city to city, and the jet lag was hitting him hard. All he wanted now was to see y/n, to find some comfort in her presence.

He dropped his bags by the entrance and made his way into the living room, where he found me curled up on the couch with a book. I looked up as he entered, concern immediately crossing my face.

"Nicholas, you look exhausted," I said, setting the book aside and standing up to greet him.

He managed a tired smile, pulling me into a hug. "I am. It's been a crazy few days. I just wanted to come home and be with you."

Wrapping my arms around him in a gentle hug. Nicholas sighed, leaning into my embrace, feeling the weight of his journey melt away just a bit.

"Yeah, but I'm so jet-lagged," he murmured, his voice thick with fatigue. I pulled back slightly, looking up at him with concern.

"Come on, let's get you cleaned up," I said, taking his hand and leading him to the bathroom. I turned on the shower, adjusting the water to the perfect temperature. Nicholas watched me with grateful eyes, too tired to do much more than follow my lead.

I helped him out of his travel-worn clothes, my touch gentle and caring. I guided him into the shower, the warm water cascading over his tired body. I stepped in with him, my hands moving to wash away the stress and grime of his journey.

As we worked, Nicholas felt the tension in his muscles begin to ease. He closed his eyes, letting the soothing sensation of my touch and the warm water envelop him. "Thank you, y/n," he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude.

"Anything for you," I replied softly, my fingers threading through his hair as I washed it. The moment was sweet and intimate, a quiet connection that spoke volumes about our bond. In that small, steamy space, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of us, wrapped in a tender embrace.

I held him tightly, feeling the tension in his body. "I'm glad you're home. Come on, let's get you settled. You need to rest."

…

Nicholas nodded, grateful for my understanding. As we made our way to the bedroom, he felt a sense of relief wash over him. No matter how chaotic things got, being with y/n always made everything better.

Nicholas lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind too wired from the constant travel to fall asleep. Me nestled beside him, my head resting on his chest, our fingers intertwined.

"Can't sleep?" I asked softly, looking up at him.

"No, the jet lag is messing with me," he admitted, running his fingers through my hair. "But being here with you helps."

I smiled, me heart warming at his words. "Tell me about your trip. What was the most interesting part?"

Nicholas sighed, a small smile playing on his lips. "There was this one interview where they asked me the most random questions. It was kind of fun, actually. But honestly, all I could think about was getting back home to you."

I squeezed his hand. "I missed you too. It's been lonely without you here."

He kissed the top of my head. "I'm sorry I have to travel so much. I wish I could take you with me everywhere."

"One day," I whispered. "For now, let's just enjoy these moments together."

They continued talking late into the night, sharing stories and dreams, the comfort of each other's presence making the time pass easily. Eventually, the exhaustion took over, and Nicholas began to drift off, holding y/n close. As he fell asleep, he felt a sense of peace, knowing that no matter where he went, this was home.

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coincidence

nicholas chavez x reader

based of this request: Hi! I have an ideia for Nicholas Chaves! Something inspire by "Coincidence", by Sabrina Carpenter. Something like Nic is dating the reader but he cheats her up with his ex, Victoria. A loooot of angsty

summary: nicholas cheats on y/n and it’s no coincidence

I had always felt a special connection with Nicholas. Our relationship had blossomed over time, filled with laughter, shared dreams, and deep conversations. We had become each other's confidants, our bond seemingly unbreakable.

One evening, I was scrolling through my phone when a message from a mutual friend, Cooper, popped up. It was a screenshot of Nicholas and his ex, Victoria, in a compromising position. My heart sank as I stared at the image, a mix of disbelief and pain flooding my senses.

I confronted Nicholas that night, my voice trembling with hurt. "How could you do this to us?" I asked, tears streaming down my face. Nicholas looked away, unable to meet my gaze.

"It was a mistake, y/n," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean for it to happen."

My voice trembled with anger as I confronted Nicholas. "How could you do this to us? I saw the messages, Nicholas. It's not a fucking coincidence."

Nicholas tried to defend himself, his voice rising in frustration. "It was a mistake, baby! I didn't mean for it to happen."

"A mistake?" My eyes filled with tears. "You don't just accidentally cheat on someone. If you loved me, you wouldn't have ever done this."

Nicholas looked away, unable to meet my gaze. "I do love you, y/n. I just... I got caught up in the moment." His eyes pleading for forgiveness

I shook my head, my heart breaking. "If you truly loved me, you would have never hurt me like this. It's not just about a moment, Nicholas. It's about trust, and you've destroyed it." “You know I should’ve known she’s always someone back in your life and in the same damn city as you on the same damn night.”

But my heart was heavy with pain as I looked at him. The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of broken promises and shattered trust. It was a moment of raw honesty, a painful realization that love alone couldn't mend the damage that had been done.

But the damage was done. The trust we had built was shattered, replaced by a gaping wound in my heart. I felt a deep sense of betrayal, the weight of his actions pressing down on me.

“I’m leaving, I can’t even look at you right now” I said walking out of our shared apartment. “Baby come on, at least tell me where you’re going?” was the last thing I heard from Nicholas. I drove to coopers house because I couldn’t trust myself driving for longer. I look at my phone and see a stream and calls for Nicholas begging to know where i went.

The betrayal cut deep, leaving my feeling lost and heartbroken. In my moment of despair, I turned to Cooper, a trusted friend who always had a way of comforting me and making me feel safe.

With tears in my eyes, I made my way to Cooper's house, seeking solace and a place to stay. Cooper welcomed me with open arms, understanding my pain without needing words. As we sat together, I poured out my heart, letting out all the hurt and confusion that had been weighing me down. “God, I feel like such an idiot coop.” “This is not your fault y/n, Nicholas is the idiot, to cheat on you is fucking pathetic.”

Cooper listened attentively, offering a shoulder to lean on and a comforting presence. In that moment, I felt grateful for his unwavering support and friendship. I knew that with Cooper by my side, I would find the strength to heal and move forward from the heartache Nicholas had caused.

Days turned into weeks, and the pain didn't subside. Every corner of my life was a reminder of what we had lost. I would see couples walking hand in hand and feel a pang of sorrow, knowing that our own love story had been tainted by dishonesty.

I tried to move on, but the memories of Nicholas and our time together haunted me. The laughter we shared, the plans we made, all felt like a cruel joke now. I would often find myself staring at old photos, wondering where it all went wrong.

In the end, I realized that I deserved better. I deserved someone who would cherish me and remain faithful. As we began to pick up the pieces of my broken heart, I vowed never to let anyone let me feel this way again. The road to healing was long, but I knew I had the strength to walk it.

Nicholas had been trying to win me back ever since the night I found out about him cheating with his ex. Every attempt he made seemed to only reopen old wounds.

"Y/n, please, I made a mistake," Nicholas pleaded, his voice raw with emotion as we stood in my living room. "I want us to work things out."

My eyes flashed with hurt and anger. "A mistake? You think you can just say sorry and everything will be okay?" I retorted, my voice trembling. "You wanted to have both of us, Nicholas. You can't have it both ways."

Nicholas ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident in his posture. "I know I messed up, but I love you, y/n. Please, I can't lose you." He begged.

"Love?" I scoffed, shaking my head. "Are you hearing yourself!? Just stop, Nicholas, stop bullshiting me, If you loved me, you wouldn't have betrayed me like that. You can't just expect me to forgive and forget."

The argument intensified, our voices rising with each exchanged word. The pain and betrayal were too fresh, too deep for me to simply move past. Nicholas's attempts to reconcile only seemed to make things worse, as the reality of his actions continued to drive a wedge between us.

In the end, the conversation left us both emotionally drained, with Nicholas realizing that some mistakes couldn't be easily undone, and I was struggling to protect my heart from further hurt.

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quiet mornings

summary: y/n and nic have a quiet morning

Nicholas woke up to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. He stretched, feeling a sense of peace he hadn't felt in a long time. As he turned over, his eyes fell on y/n, who was standing by the window, wearing one of his shirts. The sight made his heart skip a beat.

I turned and caught him staring, a shy smile playing on my lips. "Good morning," I said softly, my voice still hushed from sleep.

"Morning," Nicholas replied, his voice a bit raspy. He couldn't help but notice how perfectly his shirt fit her, how natural it seemed for her to be there, in his space.

We had spent the night talking and laughing, sharing stories and secrets. It was one of those nights that felt magical, where time seemed to stand still. Nicholas had felt an overwhelming sense of comfort and connection with y/n, something he hadn't expected.

As he watched her move around the room, his mind raced with thoughts and feelings he was just beginning to understand. He realized that the lines between pretense and reality had blurred. What started as a convenient arrangement had transformed into something much deeper.

I walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, her eyes searching his. "You okay?" she asked, a hint of concern in her voice.

Nicholas nodded, a small smile forming on his lips. "Yeah, just thinking."

"About what?"

He took a deep breath, reaching out to take her hand. "About how lucky I am to have you here. I’m thinking... how I just keep falling for you, y/n."

Y/n eyes softened, and she squeezed his hand gently. "I feel the same way, Nicholas."

In that quiet morning light, they both knew that their relationship was so much more. It was real, and it was theirs to cherish.