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do they know about us / Aaron Hotchner

summary. The five times the team almost learned about Hotch dating the babysitter, the one time they did.

words count. 6 027

what to expect. honestly pure fluff, hotch is a teen in love with his girlfriend, a little angst at the end but nothing too serious

a/n. this is officially the longest fic I have ever written here and I'm really happy about sharing it with you, I couldn't say goodbye to hotch and the babysitter so here it is 🥹 and here is the first one about them in case you want to read it

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1. The message

After Hotch started dating you, he realized how hard it was to keep something private with the team. Every single thing seemed suspicious to him.

Speaking about the babysitter felt weird now. He had to think about the words he used to talk about you. To not say too much but not speak less either, so the team won’t ask questions. He also realized he used a different tone to speak about you now. So he tried to be more careful when you were in the conversation.

But sometimes, he couldn’t avoid the signs that something different was going on.

Emily was the first one to notice it. They were coming back from a case, still on the jet, when he got a text from you. More exactly, pictures of you and Jack.

You brought him to a Mardi Gras event at the local library. And if Hotch remembered that Jack had to be dressed up, his son never wanted to tell him the costume. He kept saying it would be a surprise. Sadly, Hotch couldn’t be there to see it, but you promised to send pictures through the day. And so he did receive them during the flight. Pictures of Jack and you dressed as FBI agents.

“Jack said we only miss our chief to be the greatest team.”

“You’re the chief, btw.”

“But I told him we did a great job together without you; we don’t need a chief.”

He laughed at your pun, which made Emily look up in confusion. Most of the team was sleeping or doing something else; she was the only one that noticed the change in Hotch's behavior. Emily knew her chief wasn’t the type to watch silly videos on his phone. “So what is making you so happy?” he asked.

And for a second, Hotch considered lying. He loved the idea of keeping this moment for himself. Like a kind of bubble only he could enjoy.

Yet, his phone was already in Emily’s hand to see the picture before he could change his mind and find an excuse.

He wasn’t surprised to see a smile grow on her face; you two looked absolutely adorable. If you tried to keep a straight face, Jack was all smiles, too proud to dress as his dad. Hotch didn’t know how since he couldn’t remember showing you his badge, but you even managed to create one similar for Jack. The time you were taking to make everything for his son was warming his heart.

But then he noticed a sudden change in her expression. And heard her laugh. “Lucky you,” she teased him, handing him back his phone. Right away, he started questioning the meaning of it. He guessed it has something to do with you—but what? Was it because you were taking care of Jack so dearly? Because you were a very great babysitter? Was it about your look, your nice behavior?

There were so many things to be lucky for about you, and he couldn’t put his finger on the specific one Emily saw. So Hotch stayed confused. At least, until he saw the last text you sent him a few seconds ago.

“It’s a joke; please come home to us safely; we miss you xx.”

He could feel the heat in his cheeks, blushing. And nothing could have prevented the smile growing on his lips when he read it. This lasted for a second before he built his stoic figure back.

But it was too late. Emily saw his reaction. Out of respect, she moved and closed her eyes to give him privacy. She still heard the way his fingers were tapping a text quickly, like a teenager trying to hide something from his parents.

“I miss you too.”

2. The blunder

“He looks happier.” Hotch heard JJ say next to him.

Rossi had invited everyone to his mansion after another rough case. They all clearly needed a moment to put work aside and enjoy each other's company. Rossi had insisted on making it a family moment, so they all brought their partners and kids. Well, Hotch brought Jack with him.

He considered inviting you too; he even talked about it with you after he came back from Indiana with the offer.

“It’s not that I don’t want Aaron; let’s agree on that.” you started your argument with. You were still in bed, your hand running through his chest with tenderness. You might have added more to make sure he knew it wasn’t a question of feelings or shame about your relationship. “But it might be confusing for them that you brought the babysitter, but she’s not the babysitter, she’s your girlfriend, see what I mean? They have all seen me taking care of Jack and might expect me to do the same that night. And I would probably feel obligated to do it too, because I’m not part of your team.”

When you looked up, you saw that Hotch was looking at you, concentrating on your words. But the way his hand was still brushing your hair softly, you knew he wasn’t mad about what you were saying.

“And you would probably feel a little lost on how to act with me, with them, and I don’t want that for you.” you added. You moved a little so you could rest against him, your chin on his chest. “You’re not mad?”

“Never,” he replied with the softest smile.

And at the dinner, Hotch was impressed by how you perfectly pointed out the situation. It was obvious now that everything you said would have happened, even if he tried to work against it. There was always someone playing with Jack and Henry—this time being Spencer—and it would have been you most of the time if you were here.

He didn’t realize immediately that JJ had joined him in the contemplation of the two kids playing. Not until now. He turned around, asking for precision by simply frowning. “Jack,” she said. “He looks happier these days.”

Hotch couldn’t deny it. If Jack had always been a happy kid, a pure sunshine in his life, he noticed a change in his behavior these past months. He seemed even more open, his laugh always echoing in the house.

The years following Haley’s disappearance haven’t been easy, neither for Hotch nor for Jack. And with the amount of effort he was putting in to make his son feel better, he knew he didn’t have all the cards to fulfill his mom’s absence.

And not that Hotch ever thought you could replace Haley. It had never been the topic, either before or even now that you started dating. Haley would always be his only mother, and Hotch would make sure to keep her memory alive as long as he was on Earth.

Yet, he wouldn’t be honest if he said you didn’t have a great effect on Jack. You were treating Jack as a friend and taking care of him like he was your own child. He could never be thankful enough for your presence in their life.

Hotch bit his tongue, almost calling you by your name. “His babysitter does a very great job with him.”

“I should consider hiring her too.” JJ said, which made Hotch choke on his drink. Hopefully, the boys running to them made that moment go unnoticed.

“What are you talking about, Mommy?” Henry asked when JJ took him in her arms. Hotch loved the way she said it was about you, like you were some magical creature. He felt that way about you too.

He went straight back to reality when he heard Jack ask, “Is she sleeping at home tonight? I love when she does!” He sounded genuinely happy and excited at the idea of having you around. Which was reassuring, in some way. But Hotch noticed JJ's reaction in the corner of his eyes. How she was pinching her lips to not laugh or make any remark.

He kneeled in front of his son, putting a hand on his shoulder nicely. “I don’t think so, buddy.” When Jack pouted, Hotch looked around even if it was already too late to change what JJ had heard. “But we can call her tomorrow if you want.” More than the idea of asking for the babysitter when he wasn’t working, tomorrow was Sunday. You weren’t supposed to be working. JJ wasn’t an idiot; she knew that too.

The implication being that it was too big to be ignored. Yet, she still decided to act like nothing happened to not embarrass Hotch even more. Soon, the subject changed, and you weren’t part of any conversation.

But when they arrived at Hotch’s place after the dinner, Jack’s wish happened. You were sitting in the corridor, beside the door. Waiting with your phone in hand.

“You realized you could have waited inside?” He asked in a low voice once he moved closer to you.

You looked up to him and melted at the view of him carrying Jack in his arms so easily. The boy was asleep against him, his little face buried in Hotch’s neck. You couldn’t resist taking his little hand and squeezing it softly once you got up. There was something so familiar in being welcomed by this view. By these men. Your men.

“I didn’t want to show up uninvited,” you whispered, still brushing Jack’s hand while looking up at your boyfriend.

Hotch gave you a kiss on the forehead. Something he got used to doing with you, especially when Jack was around. Even if the boy was sleeping, none of you felt comfortable kissing in front of him. “You’re always welcome.”

You followed him inside and were left alone while he went to Jack’s bedroom to put him in bed. You just got the time to get comfortable and sat on the couch when he came back. He put another kiss on your hair before sitting next to you. You didn’t waste another second before cuddling against him. You loved the way his cologne was still captivating after hours. You could stay with your nose buried in his neck all night.

“Jack told JJ that you often sleep here,” he said, running his hand on your lower back. You looked up with confusion and a playful smile. He then told you how much he wanted you to be here and how happy he would be tomorrow morning to see you.

“I’m glad to be there with you too.” your smile never left your lips, not when you moved to kiss Hotch.

A kiss he used to show you how happy he was that you were.

3. The stains

The whole morning has been just a big race against time for Hotch.

You went on a date last night in a very classy restaurant. One of the few real dates you got to do since you started dating. Not that any of you minded; spending time with each other was already a perfect date.

This one was really special. It reminded you that sure, Hotch was older than you, but he had the manners and the ways that no other men ever had with you. Holding every door for you, pulling the chair at the restaurant, showing affection without being too possessive, and always making sure you were the only thing in his mind the whole night.

If he had to bring you home after it, you had classes very early the next morning; things got hot in his car. It had been a long time since Hotch let his desire speak for him outside his very private apartment. But locked in the car with you looking this beautiful, he couldn’t resist it.

When he went to sleep, you were still all he could think about. The way your hand went down his chest to his crotch, making him feel good while your lips couldn’t leave his neck. He couldn’t even remember if he did much for you; all he knew was that you put him first. And he couldn’t thank you enough for that.

But it was only 5 am when his phone rang, a new case for the team.

Hotch had too much to think about. Getting dressed. Taking his travel bag. Calling Jessica to ask her to keep Jack while he was away and preparing stuff she could grab for his son during the day. Making sure everything was safe at his place. Telling you that he was leaving and you didn’t have to take care of Jack. Driving safely, too.

When he arrived in the office, everybody but Derek was there. “So what do we have?” Hotch asked, as he sat in the same chair; he felt like he left only hours ago.

But nobody answered. Actually, they were all looking at him with a mix of surprised and amused expressions. Something he didn’t understand until the missing member entered the room.

“Sorry, I had a hard time leaving my girl behind.” Derek with a flirty tone, which made Emily roll her eyes. But before he sat, he landed his eyes on Hotch and let out a laugh. “Apparently I’m not the only one,” he added, pointing to his chief.

Hotch looked down, trying to understand the private joke he was the center of. And then he saw it.

The red lipstick stains on his very white collar.

In the haste, he grabbed the shirt he had last night with you. And he for sure missed the marks you let on him. Not that he was surprised about them; he could perfectly remember how you couldn’t stop kissing him in the car.

Actually, he even started blushing at the thought of the little biting mark he probably still had on his neck. He had to fight hard against the need to put a hand on his skin to feel it. He couldn’t even remember having a hickey when he was younger, and certainly not that type of mark. But apparently there was no age to have a first time.

He cleared his throat and put both his hands on the table, acting like this was just a normal thing to see. “So what do we have?” he repeated, once again.

He saw the different expressions on each member of the team: the pride on Rossi’s face, Emily and Derek being amused, Spencer trying to follow the whole conversation, and the understanding smile on JJ, who probably understood what happened.

And during the whole brief, all Hotch could think about was changing his shirt before he got on the plane.

And sending you a text to tell you all about it.

4. The phone call

Passing your test successfully was the first sunray of this beautiful day.

Having Hotch come to pick you up at university was the whole sunshine.

You wished there was a way to memorize forever the image of him, standing against his car, in his casual dark blue polo and dark blue jeans, wearing his sunglasses and being on his phone, patiently waiting for you. He looked like some movie star. And proud was a euphemism when you heard some of your classmates wondering who the hot dad was waiting for.

You quickly ran to him, just at the right pace to see the smile growing on his face when he saw you. Once you were close, his hands were soon on your hips to keep you against him. “We did it?” he asked with a proud voice.

“We fucking nailed it,” you replied, crossing your arms around his neck.

The “good girl” he whispered before kissing you with so much tenderness gave you chills that you didn’t even know could be this big. But mostly prepared you for what was coming.

You spend the whole ride telling him about your day and your exam with his hand firmly on your thigh. Sometimes his fingers would brush it softly; per moment, he would squeeze it, already thinking about all the things he wanted to do to you.

So there was no surprise when you arrived at his place that Hotch would take things in hand. And the only thing on his mind is you.

He moved to your side of the car to open the door and offered his hand to help you. But soon, the gentleman was out of view.

“Aaron!” you laughed when he put his hands under your thighs to lift you up and held you against him. He made you feel like you were as light as a feather by carrying you around so easily. You loved the cheeky smile on his face when he put a kiss on your lips before walking to his house.

“What if the neighbors see us?” you said, playing with the short in his neck. If you barely see anyone when you come here, and you spend a lot of time in this building, most people still know that you were the babysitter. And that you were clearly younger than Hotch. Not that you cared about people’s opinions, but the man looking at you like his favorite dessert was more concerned about that from what you knew.

“What would they say?” he asked, calling the elevator. Once inside, he started kissing your skin, his face buried in your neck. You loved the feeling of his soft but a little dry lips against your skin; it was a feeling only he could give you.

“I don’t know that you’re fucking the babysitter?” You replied, but you were containing your moans so hard that you weren’t even sure you spoke clearly.

Not until he stopped kissing you to look up at you. “Would they be wrong?”

“Aaron Hotchner, I didn’t know you were that type of man,” you replied with a fake shocked look on your face. But the laugh you caused him made you break, because at the end that was all you wanted to see. He is happy and carefree.

The whole journey from the elevator to his place was a distant memory. All you knew was that soon you were sitting on his counter, your legs around his waist. His hands were all over you.

It amazed you how composed this man was. Because Hotch was losing his mind kissing you again and again but still managed to take off your shirt without missing a single button. And the moment he took to appreciate the view of you, just in your bra, all ready for him. The aroused look he gave you, like you were the most beautiful gift he had ever seen, was the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced.

Yet, the moment soon came to an end. Because of one thing.

His phone rang.

You noticed the hesitation on his face. You even felt it in his kiss, the way he was still tracing down your chest with his lips but was doing it more slowly. And for a second, with your hand still grabbing his hair, you considered letting him continue. F

But you weren’t like that. And neither was he.

This was why you brought yourself closer against him only to grab his phone in his back pocket. “Answer, Aaron,” you whispered, putting a kiss right on the little piece of skin his polo collar was showing.

He ran his tongue through his lips, thinking about it again. It was supposed to be your moment, just you two together at least for the night. But you didn’t give him the choice, finally answering in the last ring before it was too late.

“Someone’s waiting for you,” you said with a soft laugh, to which he gave you a fake mad look but mostly a smirk.

“Aaron?” You heard Rossi say before Hotch brought his phone to his ear.

His hand was still on your waist, brushing your skin slowly and listening to Rossi’s speech. You maybe had a little too much fun playing with him while he was on the phone. Your foot was brushing along his leg, coming closer and closer to his crotch. He suddenly grabbed your ankle with a warning look. “Stop it,” he whispered. He meant to mouth, but when he heard Rossi asking if he was disturbing something, he realized he hadn’t been so smooth.

You looked at him, fluttering your eyelashes to wait for his answer. You didn’t expect him to say that he was indeed trying to get the babysitter in his bed. But you clearly didn’t expect his answer.

“No, it’s fine, I… I’m home. Alone. Jack isn’t here; I can come.” His tone was harsh, and you had no idea if he was trying to convince his colleague or punishing you for almost letting him know about you.

You looked away so he couldn’t see the little pain in your face hearing him still not acknowledging you. But his hand moved to your cheek so you would look at him again. You still cuddled against him. But he stayed silent while he agreed to be at the bureau in less than thirty minutes.

“I’m sorry,” he simply said, putting a kiss on your forehead. You knew what he was doing. Hotch wasn’t pushing you away. He was simply trying to avoid the truth that he disappointed yet another woman in his life because of his job.

But you grabbed his hand before he went away. “Don’t. I’m not mad you’re leaving.” You said with a little sad smile on your lips. You put his hand back on your thigh so you could button your shirt up again. Hotch tilted his head with a confused look. “It’s just…your neighbors can learn about us, but not your team.”

“That’s not…” he started, having a hard time finding his words. Because he could easily understand why it was upsetting you. He felt a little relieved knowing his job wasn’t the issue, something he couldn’t have changed if it was. But still feel bad that he made you sad for something he was indeed responsible for. He felt like he couldn’t do anything right when it came to relationships.

You were quick at putting a hand on top of his and squeezing his fingers gently. “It’s ok, Aaron, I get it.” You leaned to give him a small kiss. A promise that things were still good between the two of you.

When he arrived at the bureau, Rossi asked him again if he was sure he was alone when he called him. But Hotch denied everything. Just before sending you a text to apologize and promise you he would make it up to you the next time.

5. The ice cream

“Jack-Jack, be careful, please!” you screamed at the boy, who was running after a squirrel in the park. You were soon stopped in your walking by a big hand landing on your stomach. A hand that you knew pretty damn well since it was on your shoulder minutes ago and pretty much everywhere else a few nights ago.

“Wait a minute.” Hotch started, putting himself in front of you. “Are you the reason my son thinks he’s a child with superpowers?”

There was something funny in the view of Hotch being in his inspector mode yet looking so casual.

It was one of the few days off he had, and he proposed to spend it together, the three of you. He was still trying to make things go easy for Jack, so you didn’t meet them until lunch. His son loved you; this was undeniable. But he could easily guess that it wasn’t easy for his little head to understand why the babysitter suddenly spent all her time at his home, even when Hotch was here to take care of him.

Even if Jack was far from an idiot. He noticed the way his dad was looking at you and the little acts of tenderness he had for you. He still hasn't shown his dad the drawing he did of you three, happily standing together. Like a family.

At this point, the two Hotchner boys were pretending the other didn’t know what they knew.

After lunch, you decided to go to the park to enjoy the sunny weather. Hotch clearly stole your heart with his look, with a simple navy blue short that was fitting his biceps so nicely or the sunglasses that were lying on his nose so perfectly. Not to mention the chocolate ice cream you had bought and that looked so tiny in his hands compared to yours.

“Well, for what it takes,” you started replying after taking a lick of your ice cream. “I think your son has superpowers.”

You loved the smile that grew on his lips. An amused one that portrayed how he felt about you. “Imagine if we had two Jacks!” you said, hitting his chest to prove your point.

He grabbed your hand softly, his fingers circling your wrist and his thumb brushing your skin. “Would you want to take care of two Jacks?” he asked with a little laugh. But your answer took him by surprise.

“Well, two Jacks is more of him. More of him means more of you, and that’s an idea I love.”

You stayed like that, looking at each other. This question had more levels than just the idea of Jack being capable of duplicating himself. It was a consideration of what the future might look like for the two of you.

It wasn’t about having another Jack. It was about having another child. Your child.

Even if it was not happening today, nor tomorrow or the following year, it was just a kind of agreement that you both wanted the same thing at some point.

You could tell from the way his smile softened that this went straight to his heart. It meant more than Hotch wanted to tell that you saw your relationship with him being long-lasting.

He leaned closer to you, giving you a very short kiss before you both pulled away at the feeling of the ice cream melting in your hands.

“I’ll go grab some napkins.” You laughed at this disgusted face before walking away. And Hotch couldn’t stop looking at you, thinking how lucky he felt that you chose him, out of anybody. But his thought was soon interrupted when Jack ran straight to his legs. “Daddy, look who’s here!” he almost screamed, too excited for the man walking behind him.

“I didn’t remember Jack could be this persuasive; he refused to let me go.” Spencer said with a sweet laugh, ruffling the boy’s hair. That man was great with children, so it didn’t surprise Hotch that not only did Jack see him in the middle of the big park, but he also managed to convince him to come say hi.

For a moment, Hotch wondered if Spencer saw you before you went away. He knew for a fact that he wouldn’t make any remarks about it if he did; Spencer wasn’t the type to discuss each other’s private lives. But then he said something that proved to Hotch that he had no idea about your presence here.

“It’s great that you’re having a father and son day.” Hotch could tell from his tone that he was indeed very pleased that his boss took the time to have this kind of day after everything they went through.

And so they talked for a minute or two about each other’s day—that was how he learned that Spencer had spent his whole afternoon reading in the park. They didn’t chat for too long. Actually, long enough that you didn’t come back until Spencer had left.

“Can you believe I was stuck behind people just for some napkins?” you sighed, handing him one. But before he grabbed it, he put his arm around your waist to bring you closer and kiss you on the forehead.

For the first time, Hotch realized he wasn’t as relieved that fate postponed the team learning about you. Maybe it was time that you finally found a way to be happy together and not hidden anymore.

In the rankings of the worst day of your life, that day was clearly in the top 3. And it probably wasn’t the third.

Neither was it for Hotch.

You were stressed about him going on a case most of the time. You found out that treating it as any other job was easier for you. Sure, you always invited him to talk about what was on his mind when he came home from a difficult one. And you naturally had treated some wounds he got. But apart from this, you had to put that away when he wasn’t around so you didn’t spend your whole day stressing about it.

When Jessica called you right when you got in your car, you knew that something wasn’t right. Hotch left two days ago, and like he always does when it happens, Jack is staying with his aunt. It’s easier for everyone. Now that Jessica knew that you and Hotch were a real thing, you agreed that you could still spend some time with the boy.

Usually, you would pick him up after school, spend the rest of the afternoon with him, and then bring him to Jessica for dinner at least once while his dad was away.

“Do you…do you think you could bring Jack here when you pick him up?” She asked right when you answered. Your silence spoke for your confusion, so she added. “Something happened; I don’t want to talk about it on the phone. I’m sorry.”

She repeated these three words multiple times. Explaining that it had nothing to do with your skills to take care of Jack or that she didn’t trust you. Far from that. The situation was just bigger than you.

So you agreed. You went to school and took Jack with you. You pretended everything was fine when he told you about his day and asked about yours—when you actually couldn’t remember anything you did before the phone call. And when you arrived at Jessica’s place, you noticed how pale she looked. For a moment, you imagined the worst.

And you weren’t far from it.

“Aaron has been taken hostage,” she finally told you once Jack went to his bedroom, the one she made for him since he spent a lot of time here. “From what I know, it started around noon, but I don't have much news.”

The following hours were the hardest, waiting to have just the slightest news about the man you love. And if it was hard to lie to Jack about his dad, you were still glad he was around to keep you entertained. You tried your hardest not to cry at the idea that the boy could lose his other parent. In your heart, you have all the faith in Hotch to go back home safely. Even if this time, everything wasn’t in his hands.

It was around 8 p.m. when Jessica got another call from the bureau saying that the hostage was over, Hotch was saved, and the team was already on the flight back to Quantico. And you didn’t realize you were hugging her after she told you this until you felt her hands caressing your back softly.

“Thank you,” you whispered. For telling you, for inviting you here, for making you part of this family without a judgment.

You chose not to stay any longer. But if you first thought about going home to your place, you soon were driving to the BAU to see Hotch as soon as he landed. You remember that in your first weeks working here, he put your name on the list in case something happened with Jack and you needed to come.

You always felt guilty about taking that advantage and only used it once. Jack had been crying the whole afternoon about missing his mom and being scared for his dad, and so Hotch allowed you to come.

Yet, in front of the reception desk, you didn’t know how to introduce yourself. The same issue was repeated again and again.

That was until you felt a hand on your shoulder, a movement that could be heard from the numerous bracelets on the woman’s arms.

“She can come with me,” you heard Penelope say to the receptionist. “She’s with me. We’ll just wait on the team.”

You found it funny how the day you finally put a foot in Hotch’s world, you were only met by people willing to help you feel at your place. You had every right to be scared or to feel the need to see him after such a disastrous moment. You had every right to love him the way you did.

And so you waited with Penelope for a good hour, chatting about everything there is to talk about: your classes, your life, the necklace you wore that she absolutely loved. “You know you just fulfilled a lot of people’s fantasies?” she asked you when she came back from grabbing some tea for the both of you.

You frowned, not sure to understand what she meant. “The babysitter dating her boss? That’s probably in the top 5 of people’s dreams!” You choked on your drink, which made her laugh even harder. You felt yourself blushing and a little proud of this being true.

But you didn’t get to think a lot about your feelings. Soon the team was entering the office. And soon, they all stopped at your view.

JJ was the first to notice you with Penelope. “Oh my god, I knew it,” she said to Emily, who looked around before finally landing her eyes on you.

“Isn’t that…” she started but was cut off by Derek’s whistling.

“The babysitter!” he finished with a proud tone.

Spencer was the last one to complete the trio and looked at them with confusion. “She’s the babysitter? I saw her with Hotch at the park the other day; I thought she was just his girlfriend.”

Emily laughed at the idea that this was in front of them the whole time, but none of them thought about sharing.

“And you didn’t think about telling us, kiddo?” Derek asked, putting his arm around Spencer, who just shrugged.

And then came Hotch, talking with Rossi. Right from the first step he made in the office, he felt your presence. So did you, turning around to see your boyfriend standing still. You feared for a second that he might be angry that you came. That you chose for him to make this official in front of his colleagues.

But the smile that grew on him when he realized that he wasn’t dreaming proved you different.

You didn’t hesitate a single second before walking straight to him. The closer you got to him, the more you noticed the wounds from the day. The physical one, like the black eye growing on his left eye or the bruises on his hands. The psychological one too, how tired and empty he looked. Yet, there was still this subtle light on his face: the smile that kept on growing as you reached him.

“You’re here.” Hotch said in a low and tired voice. “I’m so glad you’re here,” he sighed, cupping your face with his hands. He needed that. To look at you after spending the day thinking he wouldn’t ever get the chance too.

He couldn’t care less about everyone looking at you, because he knew his team, and he knew they wouldn’t look away from such a big love demonstration from the man that always kept everything for himself. Hotch realized how much he shouldn’t have kept you a secret for this long.

There was nothing to hide when it came to you.

Especially not the love he had for you.

So when he kissed you in the softest way, he felt a big relief in his heart. Knowing he made the right choice. By loving you and by showing the world you were his.

And deep down, he knew he was ready to hear all the team jokes about him dating the babysitter.

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babydollmarauders · 1 year ago

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WHO’S AFRAID OF LITTLE OLD ME? — JACK HUGHES

jack hughes x fem!reader

summary: in which jack hughes should be afraid of what y/n can do to his reputation

notes: yeah, idk what this is either; there’s not much plot.

september 16th, 2023

deuxmoi

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deuxmoi pop sensation, y/n, is seen hands on with new boy toy?

if anyone has any information on who this man is, do come forward! we’d love to know who america’s queen of heartbreak anthems is with now!

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user82 the hand placement?! HELLO?!

user3 oh great, new music where she makes herself some sad victim again

user55 a new love album next?! maybe?!

user09 let’s not get ahead of ourselves, it’s some low grade pap photos posted on a gossip blog. it could’ve been a first date for all we know

user45 @/user09 with the way they are in these pics? absolutely NOT a first date. y/n has famously said she doesn’t get “frisky” early on because of her ex. most definitely a bf

user92 oh her next song is gonna HIT

user06 that guy kinda looks…. where were these taken and when?

deuxmoi all the sender said was that they saw them in michigan last night! know something?

user06 hmm the tl matches! that looks like it could be @/jackhughes , a hockey player for the New Jersey Devils!

user98 OH MY GOD, YOU’RE RIGHT!

user67 those hands?! girlie better never let him go!

september 27th, 2023

y/nofficial

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y/nofficial every dead end street led you straight to me 🤍

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user72 SOFT LAUNCH OH MY GOD

user5 oh he’s got her using emojis?! she’s down BAD

user29 i’m so happy for her, she deserves so much love and happiness and it seems like he gives that to her 🫶

user6 MOTHER?!

user01 what poor boy did she sink her claws into this time?

user9 if you don’t like her, why are you on her post? obsessed much?

sabrinacarpenter he scored 😉

y/nofficial sab!! nah, i think i did!

user92 he better be treating her damn good! it’s what she deserves after ‘he who shall not be named’!

user76 i know who you meant but also started giggling at the idea of her writing an album about voldemort 😭

y/nofficial @/user76 gasp! don’t you know who lover is about?! the dark lord and i just couldn’t make it work :(

october 10th, 2023

jackhughes

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jackhughes as a wise woman once said: “i was enchanted to meet you”

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y/nofficial my sweet boy 🤍

jackhughes my pretty girl

user76 A HARD LAUNCH

user94 THEY’RE SO SICKENINGLY CUTE 😭 SHE DESERVES THIS

user36 JACK IS DATING Y/N?! OH THE SONGS THAT WILL COME OUT OF THIS

user8 he could do so much better

lhughes_06 about damn time

trevorzegras JACK WHAT THE FUCK YOU’RE JOKING

user02 oh they’re so cute 🥹

dawson1417 did you just… hard launch with the biggest singer in america rn?

jackhughes y/n says “what? like it’s hard?” idk what that means

user16 can we talk about how happy she looks?! and i know her hockey loving self is giggling and kicking her feet over her landing a hockey player! too cute!!

john.marino97 if her next RED-like album is about you, i’m requesting a trade. can’t believe i’m gonna have to listen to songs about YOU

january 1st, 2024

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y/nofficial thank you 2023, you brought so much love and laughter 🤍 can’t wait to see what 2024 brings!

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user86 oh she’s so down bad she was taking pics of him at his game 😭

user9 one tour pic and three pics regarding to jack? she’s so in love

jackhughes here’s to another year with you, my talented girl

y/nofficial i can’t wait for another year with you, my love 🤍

user55 i can’t wait to see you in KC this year!!

user7 she’s truly living her best life and i’m obsessed!!

user21 i hope 2024 is just as good to you as 2023 was!

january 26th, 2024

deuxmoi

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deuxmoi fan submission: trouble in paradise?

pop sensation, y/n, and her boyfriend, hockey player Jack Hughes, were seen out by a fan last night. the fan claims that they overheard y/n consoling Jack about his recent injury that has left him unable to play. in the video (on our site), you can hear y/n telling Jack “i know not playing is hard, i know it’s sad-”. Jack is heard cutting her off and snapping “you don’t get to tell me about sad. you don’t get it, so stop acting like you do.”according to the fan, y/n left the date alone and in tears.

what do you guys think, is this couple over?

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user29 wow what an asshole, she was just trying to be comforting

user4 wtf?

user07 yeah, can’t say i didn’t expect them to end soon enough

user99 she was trying to comfort him and he snapped at her? yeah, i’d hope they’re over

user20 she deserves better

user19 it’s just an argument, everyone is being so overdramatic

user3 do i think they’re over? no. if we know anything about y/n, it’s that she’s forgiving, sometimes to a fault.

user67 i don’t think they’re broken up but if she was leaving alone and crying, i hope they will be soon enough

user82 has anyone thought that maybe he didn’t need comforting?

user13 umm, obviously he did if he snapped at her

user98 idk about everyone else, but i do think they’re broken up if she left alone and was visibly upset

user23 oh i can’t wait to hear what she writes about him. i’ve known he seemed too good to be true

february 14th, 2024

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y/nofficial happy valentines to my favorite boy 🤍

the most kind-hearted, respectful, and loving man i’ve ever had the pleasure of being able to call mine. nobody is perfect, but i think you’re pretty close to it. i’m so eternally grateful to have you in my life 🤍

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user6 oh, she’s still with him

user02 y/n, baby, please come to your senses

user14 i don’t like him at all after last month

jackhughes happy valentines, beautiful girl ❤️

user65 “nobody is perfect” oh, mother is telling us rn

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march 23rd, 2024

deuxmoi

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deuxmoi looks like y/n and her hockey beau have called it quits! eagle eyed fans spotted last night that they’ve unfollowed each other on instagram and y/n deleted all photos of him.

previously, y/n ONLY followed jack, now she’s back down to 0, which fans seem to read as a finality to their relationship.

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user95 about time! after that spat in january, i feel like everyone was waiting for this

user72 EVERYONE MOVE! EVERYONE REJOICE! MOTHER IS FREE!

user24 GOOD RIDDANCE!!

user61 can’t wait to hear who the catalyst was, him or her?

user3 obviously she’ll make herself out to be the victim

user61 @/user3 tell me you’ve never actually listened to y/n without telling me you’ve never actually listened to y/n 🙄 she doesn’t shy away from admitting if she was the one who ruined a relationship, she admits she has problems and that sometimes she gets in her own head

user8 it was obviously him after that video in january

user23 everyone is celebrating but have we stopped for a second to realize that she’s probably really heart broken right now?

user70 fr! like, she seemed so in love with him and i feel so bad for her. she seemed to love him a lot more than her exes and we all know she’s a hopeless romantic at heart, so she was probably imagining marriage and babies with him and then he showed his true colors

april 1st, 2024

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y/nofficial there’s always a fool, but i guess all’s fair in love and poetry… new album THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT. out May 14 🩶

but surprise! the first and only single, Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me? comes out April 19 🩶

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user18 MOTHER DOES NOT PLAY!!! AHHH

user63 may 14th 💀 she said “i’m not fucking around, y’all WILL know who this is about.”

user9 significance of may 14th?

user63 @/user9 it’s jack’s birthday 💀

user00 OH SHE MUST REALLY HAVE SOME SHIT TO SAY IF SHE’S ACTUALLY DROPPING A SINGLE BEFORE THE ALBUM

user78 i wonder if jack feels stupid yet

user12 new y/n album before GTA6

user93 the vibes??? mother didn’t write an album, she wrote a EULOGY

april 19th, 2024

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y/nofficial at this hearing, i stand before my fellow members of The Tortured Poets Department with a summary of my findings.

Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me? out now.

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user72 i’m speechless

user2 “you don’t get to tell me about sad” SHE REALLY FUCKING DID THAT

user33 I AM IN SHOCK!

user94 MOTHER CALLED HIM OUT

user78 once again i ask, @/jackhughes do you feel stupid yet?

user61 dude just got surgery and she still came for his neck 😭

user09 i mean, not like she was gonna change the release date just because of that but it’s still so 😭

user22 “the scandal was contained��.. at all costs keep your good name” she really spoke on the january spat, didn’t she?

user12 “WHO’S AFRAID OF LITTLE OLD ME?”

user77 @/jackhughes you should be

john.marino97 🩶🩶

user82 oh he’s MESSY! i love it 💀

user50 tbh, i look at this single like a warning. it sounds like jack didn’t think it through before he broke her heart and didn’t think she would speak on him, but she’s warning him right now that he should be scared because she has a lot to say about him and their relationship

user31 she’s so— i love her

february 8th, 2025

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february 10th, 2025

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y/nofficial brand new, full throttle <3

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user93 i- did she just inadvertently tell us we’ve all been wrong about who So High School is about?

user77 this is the fastest she’s ever gotten into a new relationship and you know that means she has to be in LOVE

user04 AHHHHH Y/N AND JOHN MARINO

user82 how do you know it’s him? she didn’t even tag anyone and you can’t see his face

user04 @/user82 she posted john on her story a couple days ago! they’re on vacation together while he’s on bye-week!

user23 i don’t wanna get ahead of myself but,,, they met through jack, did they not? and now they’re dating? mother is messy

user51 is it messy? yeah, maybe- but people have already looked back through old interviews of his, and she’s been his celeb crush for a WHILE now. and i mean, hey, she’s dating someone only a couple years older than her now, one can only assume he’s more mature than j*ck

user92 the way she clings onto him 🥹

user88 she deserves happiness, i really hope he gives that to her 🫶

john.marino97 i knew what i wanted and i got her ♥️

#jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes fic #jack hughes blurb #nj devils #nhl insta edit #nhl imagine #nhl fic #faithlynn’s writings <3 #faithlynn’s insta edits <3

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theemporium · 2 months ago

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Blurb about Nico hand crafting you something because he is the cutest but it actually looks hideous 🥹

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

Nico had reminded you of the charity event that morning when you had been rushing around to get ready for work.

Not an awfully detailed conversation, just a reminder that he would probably be gone by the time you came back but that he would leave dinner in the fridge for you to reheat. He had told you more about the event a few weeks ago, something related to the Devils Youth Foundation and some other local children’s charities, but most of it had slipped your mind.

Not that it mattered because you knew enough to know that, from the messages Nico had been sending you all night, he was having a blast at the event. You had caught up on them as you ate, snorting a little at the sporadic updates about Jack letting a little kid ‘give him a tattoo’ with a sharpie and Curtis apparently somehow swindling Luke out of a lot of money despite no gambling or betting games being involved at the charity event.

You had expected him to come home a little after you arrived. You just hadn’t expected him to come in with one hand hidden behind his back and a huge grin on his face.

“I’m scared,” was the first words to leave your mouth as you watched him kick the front door shut with his foot.

Nico rolled his eyes, though it was fond. “Don’t be, it’s a surprise for you.”

“That is not reassuring in the slightest,” you told him as you sat up on the couch, the blanket still sprawled over your lap as Nico quickly took the closest seat next to you.

“Hi,” Nico grinned, leaning in to peck your lips with his hand still hidden behind his back. “How was work?”

“Alright,” you answered, your eyes narrowed in suspicion as you tried to peek around but the boy moved faster. “How did the event go?”

“Good,” he said, still grinning. “They had us doing crafts with the kids. They had a local pottery place donate a bunch of extra pieces for everyone to paint and decorate.”

You raised your brows. “Yeah?”

“Mhm,” Nico nodded as he finally pulled the surprise from behind his back and held it out for you. “For you.”

A smile instantly worked its way onto your face as you took in the details of the mug. It was charming, in that way hand-done projects tended to be. But you could see the effort he put into it, from the stick figurines you assumed was meant to be you both to the little objects that were clearly sentimental to you both.

“Is that a dolphin?” You laughed, grinning wildly as you eagerly took the mug in your hands to analyse every inch of it.

“I tried to paint that one from that weird movie we watched,” Nico said, his eyes crinkling a little when he smiled. “That movie we watched on our first date.”

And you could envision it so clearly. You could imagine Nico sat amongst a bunch of children, smiling and laughing and joking with them. You could imagine him taking the painting so seriously, his tongue peeking out as he tried to focus on the small details with a paintbrush that probably looked ridiculous in his big hands.

You could see it all so clearly, and the fact he did it for you made you swoon.

“I love it, baby,” you said, sincere and genuine as you placed a lingering kiss on his lips. “Thank you, it’s my new favourite mug ever.”

Nico’s expression brightened. “Yeah?”

“Yeah, gonna keep it forever.”

#nico hischier #nhl #new jersey devils #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier x you #nico hischier x y/n #nico hischier fic #nico hischier one shot #nhl x reader #nhl x you #nhl x y/n #nhl fic #nhl one shot

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mikkomacko · 26 days ago

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after going through some posts ☝️🤓

i reread the valentines (so cute i love)

but nico said the boys got valentines stuff for reader, can we get a little blurb on that?🕯️🥹

Ahhh the Valentines blurb I love that one too!

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You take your place back behind the counter, slipping your apron on and filling a glass with water to put your flowers in. Somewhat braggingly, you proudly display the vase by the checkout counter with Timo, blushing when he chuckles and teasingly voices your inner thoughts.

“My boyfriend is so dreamy and sweet,” he says in a high pitch voice, “I can’t wait to rip his clothes off later.”

Luckily there’s been a slight lull in customers so know hears him but you still elbow him. “Shut up!”

He chortles, pinching at your red cheeks and you swat him away, moving back to your post at the drink station. Arms crossed over your chest, you and Timo silently stare at each other, his gaze amused and yours annoyed.

Luke is the one to break it up, poking his head out of the kitchen and looking from your flowers to you. “Oh good,” he says, “Nico is gone.”

He disappears back into the kitchen for a moment but then he’s coming back out, with a little teddy bear balanced in his large hands.

“Nico said we had to wait until he asked you first,” Luke rolls his eyes, handing the bear to you. “Happy Valentine’s Day!”

You make a wounded noise, heart swelling at the sweet gesture. Examining the gift, you realize he’s taken one of the little teddy bears from the generic valentines aisle at the store and tied a fancy red ribbon around its neck. Then he’s pinned its arms around a large Toblerone bar, one of the few Swiss chocolates you can find everywhere here and luckily your favorite.

“Aw thank you Lukey!” You exclaim, rising to your toes to hug him. He hugs you back, patting your shoulder a bit awkwardly and you press a grateful kiss to his cheek.

It’s funny the way his face immediately floods with color, cheeks and forehead tinging a bright red, tinging down his neck and ears.

“Y-yeah you’re welcome.” He coughs, then looks around the cafe with wide eyes. Timo chuckles and you realize he’s looking around for Nico, trying to see if he’s gonna get in trouble for the meaningless kiss to his cheek.

“Don’t worry kid, you’re good.” You laugh, patting his chest and he slumps in relief.

“I thought you and Nico were playing a joke on me.” He explains, huffing out a breath. Swiping his curls out of his face, Luke turns back to the kitchen and disappears through the door.

“Thanks for my gift!” Timo calls after him and Luke replies with a muffled “you’re welcome baby.”

Smiling down at the cute little teddy bear, you place it behind the counter with a mental note to grab it before you go home later. By the time you settled back at your post, a group of customers are trickling in.

At first you don’t see them around the crowd of couples, but then they’re stepping up to Timo to order and Jack and Alex are there, beaming at you over the counter.

“Happy Valentine’s Day!” They cheer in sync, Jack holding a red gift bag in hand and Alex a stuffed dog.

“Guys!” You gasp, “this is so cute!” Before you can accept any of the gifts however, Timo is smacking an order receipt into your forehead, the waxed paper sticking above your eyes.

“Thank ‘em later missy.” He tells you, so you make Jack and Alex wait, hurrying through the drinks ordered by the customers that came in with the boys. And then, to make up for making them wait, you throw together a chai latter with cherry for Jack and chocolate strawberry Frappuccino for Alex.

With the cafe now empty, you go around the counter to exchange gifts with them. Jack slips the bag into your hand, gladly accepting his drink.

“Open it,” he demands, smiling a little too eagerly.

“Hold on,” you laugh, giving Alex his drink and accepting the dog, that upon closer examination you realize isn’t just any dog.

It’s a Saint Bernard, about the size of your forearm, his black nose shaped like a heart. Stitched on the front paw is your name in red thread.

“Oh it’s a Moose!” You gasp, holding the dog to your chest and squeezing him tightly. Alex beams with pride, nodding.

“I found him at the jelly cat store!” He tells you, knowing how every time you walked past the toy store with all the stuffies in the window you practically press your nose to the glass.

“Thanks Holtzy, he’s so cute.”

You only get a brief second to hug the kid before Jack is making an impatient noise, gesturing to his gift bag.

“Okay, okay,” you laugh, and Timo has come over to see the gifts so you make him hold your Saint Bernard while you sort through the pink tissue paper in the bag.

The first thing you pull out is a Star Wars Valentine’s Day card, like the ones you’d give out in elementary school. It’s got a picture of Darth Vader on the front, red hearts coming off his lightsaber and it reads TOGETHER WE CAN RULE THE GALAXY!

Giggling, you flip to the back side where Jack has signed it.

With love, your favorite New Jersey Devil

Glancing at him, Jack raises his eyebrows, pleased with his card. Setting it to the side, you sort through the rest of the bag.

There’s a mini bottle of Prosecco, a pack of two barrettes in the shape of red hearts, a whole bag of Lindor truffles rolling around at the bottom, and a Victoria’s Secret gift card for $200.

Suddenly you’re very glad Nico made them wait to bring you gifts until after he was gone. And you’re even more grateful after you pull out the last two items; a box of extra large condoms and cherry flavored lube.

Timo cackles when he sees them in your hand, turning and walking away from the counter as he laughs hysterically.

Somewhat amused, you look to Jack, the items proudly displayed in the palm of your hand. Jack’s smiling proudly, nodding towards the lube.

“I thought about getting strawberry but I don’t know if it was artificial flavoring and since you can’t have strawberries I figure cherry was best.”

It’s then you realize he’s completely serious. He didn’t even get these gifts as a dig to Nico or teasing you. He genuinely thought it’d be a useful gift you which you suppose it is, even if it’s weird.

“We prefer the blueberry flavor but I’m sure Nico will be fine with this,” you say, only half joking.

Jack’s eyes light up, proud that you seem to like his gift. “I went off of vibes with that one to be honest,” he explains, referring to the condom and when you don’t respond he adds, “They’re ribbed for your pleasure.”

You make a mental note to tell Jack to get his own sex life later when you’re not holding a handful of sex gifts from him.

“That’s a nice…gesture.” You respond, unsure of what else to say as you dump all the items back in the bag. “They’ll probably expire in the bathroom drawer though.”

Jack frowns. “I’ve slept in that house. There’s no way those ever expire there.”

You smile, sweetly. “That’s because they’re never in the house.”

Alex makes a face, cheeks red and he mumbles something before trailing to the other end of the counter to hide with an overly amused Timo.

Jack’s mouth drops open. “I don’t even know what to say,” he shakes his head in disbelief. “Atta boy Schao I guess.”

Rolling your eyes, you wrap your free arm around Jack to thank him. Even if the gift was weird and a little too much, the gesture was sweet.

Him and Alex take their drinks, wishing you a happy Valentine’s Day one more time before leaving. You round the counter again, shoving the stuffed dog into the bag to hide the gifts from Jack and then tuck it behind the counter too.

Timo is watching you, fighting back laughs and you sigh.

“It wasn’t even a joke,” you whisper and he laughs again, his whole body shaking with it. You can’t help it, laughing alongside him until your side cramps and your cheeks ache.

“Nico’s gonna love that,” says Timo, breathless. “Make sure you tell him it’s from Jack.”

Oh god, yeah he’ll love that you think. You’ll probably just hide the condoms under your bathroom sink and slip the lube in the drawer, pretend it’s always been there. And if for some reasons he questions it, act like you bought it thinking the two of you were out.

You should probably tell Jack not to mention it to Nico either. Although you suppose that’ll ruin how excited he was about his gift.

Luckily another rush comes in and for the next hour you and Timo and Luke work in tandem to get drinks and pastries out, to add the bubbly and loving feeling of the day as people stop by for something sweet and festive.

It’s nearing closing, the pastry glass growing empty and the cafe emptying when Johnny and Mercer come in.

“Cara!” Johnny yells, looking around a large vase of white Lily flowers and green leafy stuff. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

He places the vase on the counter in front of you, reaching over the top to pull you into a hug.

“Thanks Johnny,” you smile, tugging on a lock of his curls and he presses a friendly kiss to the top of your head.

Mercer is shifting uncomfortably on his feet. You smile at him and he shoves a Tupperware into your chest, wincing slightly.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” He says, then clears his throat when you look down at it in confusion. “Uh it’s tiramisu,” he explains.

“Oh!” You grin, excitedly, now able to make out the dessert through the red lid. Holding it to your chest gratefully, you smile at Mercer. “Thank you! It’s my favorite!”

Mercer nods, cheeks a bit red. “Yeah Nico said that,” he purses his lips, looks to Johnny and then you. “Marino helped me make it.”

And that’s a bit of a relief because it’s hard for you to imagine Mercer baking anything. You at least know Johnny can handle himself in the kitchen.

“This is really sweet guys, thank you so much.”

They accept the thanks, then they also accept your offer of anything out of the glass since it’s closing time. You send them off with heart shaped donuts and brownies with pink sprinkles.

Timo comes over, sniffling around your container of tiramisu. “You really cleaned up today,” he says, setting your flowers from Nico with the rest of your gifts. “Heart of the devils or what?”

“Shut up,” you murmur but looking around at the gifts from the boys, the effort they put into getting something for you, makes your heart ache.

Timo ruffles your hair, nodding towards the back door. “Come on, I’ll help you load this stuff up.”

You collect your flowers, leaving the stuff under the counter for him to grab. “Help me pick a dress for tonight?” You ask, batting your eyelashes at him.

“Sure,” he agrees, then calls over his shoulder. “Gotta find you something hot, put that cherry lube to good use.”

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whoredyceps · 2 months ago

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"OH LOVER BOY!" || 28 Days of Love: A Valentine's Challenge + Series

day fifteen: old wound

ᰔ pairing: agent whiskey x reader

ᰔ summary: first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes jack daniels unsure if the two of you are making the right choice.

ᰔ author's note: this one is going to be a bit longer and is p angsty. sorrrrryyyyyyy. thank you again to everyone who's been reading there, i've been having a lot of fun writing them 🥹💙

ᰔ content warning: afab!reader, reader is pregnant, conversation around pregnancy, mentions of abortion, bits of canon in an au setting, angsty angst, fighting, mentions of character death, no beta- we die like men

"Baby, can I talk to you?" You peaked your head into Jack's office.

It was late, and you had just finished up your nightly routine of tidying up while he tied up the loose ends of his job for the day. You detested the idea of him working after hours, but that was an uphill battle you had yet to see the other side of. For now, you had bigger fish to fry.

"Of course, darlin'. You okay?" Jack looked up from his computer. He had his glasses on, already showered and in his pajamas. It was a good look on him— hell, everything was a good look on him.

"I wanted to talk to you about something. It's..." Your sentence trailed off. You stepped further into the office, and found your way behind the desk. Jack's chair turned towards you as you leaned your thigh against the sharp edge of the wood.

Jack reached his hand out, placed on your hip to offer some form of comfort. Whatever had plagued you seemed to be written all over your face. Though you two had only been married for a few months, you had known each other for years.

So long, in fact, that you remember the days when you used to hang out with Jack's deceased wife. A beautiful woman ripped away too soon, herself and their unborn son caught in the crossfire of an incident no one could have predicted. The two had become the untouchable subject between you and Jack, and you abided by that without question.

Up until now, that was easy enough to follow. You left it alone, and looked the other way when Jack stared at pictures from high school for too long. He had his better days, and the worse days were spent at the distillery— long evenings of work until he'd trudge back home past midnight, too exhausted to think, let alone face his grief head on.

While it wasn't perfect, it worked. You tried to support Jack in whatever way he needed. He did the same for you, and it had all become apart of the give and take you two had.

Now though, you had to address the elephant in the room. One in the form of a polaroid tucked away in the top drawer in Jack's desk, with a sonogram clipped to it. As badly as you wanted to drag out the entire situation, you were on borrowed time.

"Talk to me," Jack gently urged. "It ain't like I'm gonna bite your head off." His tone was concerned, but a bit amused at his own joke. With his free hand, he removed his glasses and placed them on the keyboard of his computer.

You gave a weak chuckle and tapped your foot. The amusement in Jack's tone seemed to die off as you squirmed in your spot. It was rare that he saw you in such a state.

"I went to the doctor today," you started. "Got some tests done like we had talked about." You didn't meet Jack's eyes, wouldn't even look in his direction. His hand felt like it had burned its imprint through your leggings and into your skin.

"Everything okay, darlin'?" Jack sounded immensely concerned, which you expected.

You weren't going to visit the doctor in the first place, if it had been your choice. Over the last few weeks, you just hadn't been yourself. You had been plagued with debilitating headaches and stomachaches that could lay anyone out. Jack begged you to get them checked out, worried that you were facing some sort of terminal illness.

Thankfully, you were given a clean bill of health. That was, until the doctor came in with a round of congratulations and talks of scheduling an appointment with your obstetrician. In that moment, it felt as if something you had locked away for so long finally popped open.

You hadn't even considered kids with Jack. After the passing of his wife and son, you didn't recognize him. It took a long time for him to shed that version of himself and return to some version of the man he once was.

One drunk night, back at your place after a date early on in your relationship, he went on and on about how it was a terrible idea to have children. Nothing good happens, and even if they live, they were set up to face a cruel world. You didn't disagree, but you knew the voice of grief well enough.

Now, since you had left the doctor's office, you had a different stomachache. How were you going to tell Jack? You were in no mood to fight, but you knew it was going to be a spectacle when you did tell him.

"Yes... and no. Jack, honey, I don't really know how to say what I need to say." You fidgeted with your hands, suddenly aware of the manicure you had gotten last week.

"Well, if it ain't terminal, then that's a good start," Jack tried to reassure you. He had never seen you like this, so unsure and hesitant. You were strong and confident to your very core, so sure of every move you made or whatever came out of your mouth.

"I'm pregnant," you blurted out. There was no other way to put it.

Jack was silent, his hand stilled on your hip. You watched as his expression turned steely and his jaw tensed. It hurt more than you cared to admit when he moved his hand away from you.

You looked to him, then back to your feet. The silence hung in the air ate at you, tense and thick with animosity. What was supposed to be a picture perfect moment– or at least what you had imagined when you were younger– was now anything but.

The silence only made you fidget more. You felt that sour pit in your stomach return as you waited. After a while, you couldn't take it anymore.

"I asked how it was possible, and the doctor said it could happen on some birth control pills. We discussed some options and how to proceed with this." You hoped it would help, but Jack refused to look at you. Instead, his gaze lingered on the top drawer of his desk.

You waited for something, anything from him. All day, you had braced yourself for what was to come. You had even considered removing the fetus without Jack knowing, but that just didn't seem right. The only option you felt you had was to face the problem head on.

"I know we haven't talked about it, but I need you to say something. Anything, really." You reached for his hand, only for him to pull away. It hurt more than you expected, and you moved your hand back to your side.

"You know how I feel about it," Jack finally said. "Just– I need some time to think."

You almost rolled your eyes, but refrained. In the time you had known the man, he said what he wanted when he wanted to. Over time, you had learned what that meant. It was Jack for 'I don't want this kid and I don't know how to do that without upsetting you'.

"Take the time you need," you assured him. Even in your turmoil, you understood he had a lot to process. You knew grief too well, and what it did to a person.

The silence had returned, this time heavier. You watched Jack quietly turn back to his work, a dismissal of you and the conversation all together. Without a word, you left his office.

You went to bed alone that night. Not unexpected, but it still cut deep. Right now, you just needed your husband and the simple act of comfort. All lost because of one little confession. Something you tried to prevent, but failed.

You had barely slept a wink. All night, you tossed and turned in the empty bed. When the sun peaked out from over the horizon, light slow to fill the room, you finally gave up. You decided to take a shower and get yourself ready for the day. Even if you wanted to wallow in bed, there were still tasks that had to be completed.

"Jack?" You called out as you headed downstairs. The house was empty, and a quick glance out the front door confirmed the truck was gone.

Anger bubbled inside of you as you slammed the door. He never did things like this to you. Jack made it a point to kiss you goodbye and love on you until the absolute last minute. Now, he was gone before you made it out of bed.

All day, your anger sat with you. It lingered in everything move you made, every thought you had. If there was anything you hated most of all, it was the feeling of anger. You found it did you no good, but all of your logic had flown out of the window the second the confession came out of your mouth.

Jack wasn't the only one who struggled with this. You were the one that had to create a human— one that you had never intended to have. This whole situation was terrifying, and the one person you needed most was too wrapped up in his own mind to see what stood in front of him.

When it was Jack's usual time to come home, you were surprised to hear the truck pull up. Instead of greeting him at the door as you normally would, you continued to work on dinner. You didn't have it in you to be the sweet, doting wife you liked to be.

"Hi, darlin'." Jack's sweet tone felt like a slap to the face. There was no way he had forgotten last night, no way he thought you had forgotten what happened last night.

It was your turn with the silence. You continued to make meatballs with your back turned to him, the only sound in the kitchen came from the radio you had turned on.

You heard Jack sigh as he placed his keys and wallet on the counter. The sound of his cowboy boots clicked against the tile of the kitchen floor. His hand found the small of your back, and he didn't miss the way you tensed at his touch.

"I thought about what you said," Jack muttered. He was close enough that you heard the way he talked under his breath.

"I hope so," you huffed. "Not like we had much else to talk about between now and then." You didn't look back. If you saw those sweet brown eyes, you'd melt and forgive him in a second. You had to stuck up for yourself, even if that meant focusing on the meatballs instead of your husband.

"That wasn't right, me leavin' you on your own after what we talked about last night." Jack's hand didn't move from your back. His fingers gently pressed into your side as he spoke.

"Came to that conclusion all on your own?" You tried to bite back some of the venom, but it had been stewing inside of you all day.

"Darlin'," Jack sighed. "I- You know why I acted the way I did. I mean, I can't-"

You whipped around to cut him off. Everything that had festered inside of you had come to a head, and if you wanted to stick up for yourself, now was the time.

"I do know, Jack. I'm well aware of what's been lost. You know, she was my friend too. You weren't the only person who lost someone," you began. "I know what loss is. I've lost a lot of people, but I can still acknowledge that life goes on. You ignoring me and the pregnancy doesn't make her come back. Grief is a fickle bitch, but I'm still pregnant and it's still your kid." You poked Jack's chest as you spoke.

"I-"

"No, you're going to let me finish. If you don't want the baby, fine. I'll call my doctor and that will be the end of that. If you want to keep it, that's fine too. Stop comparing me to her. I'm not her. This baby isn't him. You can feel the sadness and grief, but what you won't do is ignore me." You took a long, deep breath before you spoke again.

"If you ever do that again, I'm gone. Don't try me."

Jack waited a beat, but you finally settled and crossed your arms over your chest. You gave him an expectant look. The ball was in his court now. He sighed and rubbed his jaw as he tried to collect his thoughts.

"That was wrong of me, and I'll be the first to admit it," Jack started. "It's also wrong of me to compare the two of you. The truth is I never thought we'd be here, havin' this conversation."

You raised an eyebrow, your hip cocked to the side.

"You never thought that there would be a chance at me getting knocked up? With how often we go at it, that's just delusional." You tried to refrain from the attitude, but once your feathers were ruffled, that was the end of that.

"We've taken the proper steps for precaution," Jack argued. His jaw tensed as you rolled your eyes.

"You ever taken a sex ed class? There's always a chance. Look, that's not what I'm getting at. I've tried to avoid the subject as long as possible, but there's no more waiting. There a fetus in me, and we need to decide how we're gonna handle this before it's too late."

Jack sighed as he leaned back against the island, his hands shoved in the pockets of his leather jacket. You were right, as you had always been. How you saw right through him was beyond him, but then again, that's what he admired about you.

"I don't know if I can handle another loss," Jack admitted. "I can't lose you."

You huffed a bit, your hands curled up at your side.

"Stop trying to get me killed! It hurts, Jack. It hurts to think that you're prepared for my death, that I can't make it through and have this baby— to know that you've accepted my death before you could even think of the life we could have." You turned back to the meatballs, and grabbed a hunk of meat. It did not ease your aggravation, but the physical work was cathartic.

Jack was silent. Between the two of you, an old country song wafted through the air. If the circumstances had been different, you'd be drinking wine and laughing with him. You were sure the two of you would be—

Your thoughts halted as a hand wrapped around your waist. The meat was dropped and you wiped your hands, all before Jack tugged you away from the counter. His strong arms wrapped around you as he pulled you to his chest.

Even in the thick of a fight, Jack made you dance with him. The first time it happened, you were so bewildered that you just let it happen. Every time since, you let him apologize in his own way.

Jack held you as the two of you swayed to the music. He was a sucker for Jonny Cash, you had come to learn. Whether it was slow and sweet, or something with a quick pace, he had to hold you close and dance with you.

If I Were a Carpenter played through the speakers, Johnny and June bore witness as you let Jack take lead. The two of you were quiet, but the footwork seemed to say a lot. As angry and hurt as you were, he knew every move you'd make. He knew you as well as you knew him.

"Would you'd love me if I was a carpenter?" Jack's voice was soft. You had one arm around his neck, the other wrapped around his as he led you.

"I'd love you no matter what," you assured him. It was true, you loved him through and through.

"Even now?" Jack asked. "Through it all?"

You nodded without hesitation.

"Through it all, even if I want to strangle you."

Things would be fine, and you knew that. What Jack had to work through was beyond you and the baby. As badly as you wanted an answer right now, that wasn't going to happen. He had to think and piece it all together himself. It got under your skin, but you meant what you said.

You'd love him no matter what.

#agent whiskey x reader #agent whiskey #jack daniels x reader #jack daniels #pedro pascal #x reader #pedrohub #ppcu #reader fic #x reader fic #oh lover boy #valentine's day #gwen writes

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allisluv · 11 months ago

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finnick nsfw alphabet perchance 🥹🥹🥹

thank you for your request anon!

cw: smut, fem!reader, not proofread as per usual

A — aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

finnick is super sweet after sex. he asks how you’re feeling or if there is anything he can do to help. he carries you to the shower, washing your hair before cuddling you back to sleep.

B — body part (their favourite body part of theirs or their partners)

finnick likes his abs and his stomach (i literally don't have a single reason to back this this up i just know that he does LMAO 😭)

as cliche as it sounds, finnick likes everything about you and that is the god honest truth. he couldn't pick one thing that he loves bc you're just a goddess to him.

C = anything to do with cum

i think finnick prefers to come inside of you rather than on you. he likes feeling you clench around him as he pumps his seed into you. he enjoys the closeness of it all too.

D = dirty secret

he once came in his pants like a teenage boy when you gave him a lap dance. who could blame him? you looked so pretty dressed up in your lingerie!

E = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they are doing?)

we all know finnick is experienced and that's all i'm going to say on that matter. although he has had plenty of romantic encounters in the bedroom, he doesn't know how to be vulnerable when he has sex. its something that the two of you would have to work through and it definitley requires quite a lot of patience on both sides.

F = favourite position

finnick is a simple man and by that, i mean he adores missionary. i think he likes to see your face. thats really important to him. it tells him what you like and what you dont like. in saying that, i do think he likes when you ride him. he likes surrendering that little bit of control to you. besides, he gets a great view of your tits bouncing that way.

G = goofy (are they more serious in the moment or are they humorous?)

finnick loves being able to make you laugh during sex. he'll crack god-awful jokes just to see you smile.

H = hair (how well groomed are they, do the carpets match the drapes?)

finnick likes to let his hair grow naturally. he’s so used to being waxed in the capitol that he just hates shaving in general

I — intimacy (how are they during the moment? romantic aspects)

sex with finnick is always always intimate. he's full of soft caresses and gentle touches and don't even get me started on the praising. the bottom line is that sex with finnick is more about making love than anything else.

J — jack-off (masturbation headcanon)

i don't think finnick likes jacking off all that much but if you have been gone for a while or vice versa he'll masturbate to the thought of you.

K — kinks (one or more of their kinks)

finnick has such a praise kink. he likes knowing that he's the one making you feel good. i think he likes edging but he always gives you what you want in the end. i think in a modern!au he would like phone sex too.

L — location (favourite places to have sex)

sex has to be special with finnick so i feel like he mostly sticks to the bedroom or other places in your house.

M — motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

finnick likes when you get bratty or talk back to him. idk what it is but he just finds that super hot.

N — no (things they won't do, turn-offs)

finnick won't do anything to hurt you. he doesn't like choking or bondage or anything of that sort because i honestly think it just reminds him too much of his trauma in the capitol.

O — oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill etc)

finnick is a giver. he's a pleasure dom and he loves making you feel good. he does like receiving though. he likes how you look on your knees.

P — pace (are they fast and rough, slow and sensual?)

finnick is absolutely a slow and sensual lover. he likes taking his time with you and dragging your orgasm out for as long as physically possible. he can go fast and rough at times but that's rare.

Q — quickies (their opinions on quickies, how often...)

i honestly don't think finnick is a big fan of quickies. he doesn't like that there's not a lot of intimacy involved in it. he only has quickies if youre really needy and he needs to teach you a lesson. he makes you walk around for the rest of the day with his cum in your panties

R — risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)

finnick isn't a big fan of risks. i think it ties in with his memories of the capitol too much. don't get me wrong, he loves to experiment but risks? not so much

S — stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

finnick can go for hours and he can last for just as long.

T — toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

finnick doesn't own a massive amount of toys but he does love to use them on you. he likes to sneak a vibrator onto your clit when he’s fucking you— he’s a menace like that.

U — unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

finnick fucking odair is the biggest tease known to man. he'll let his hand slide an inch too close to your panties when you're out in public or he'll wear those grey sweatpants just because he knows they drive you insane. he loves to edge you but he will never leave you hanging for too long.

V -- volume (how loud are they? what kind of sounds do they make?)

finnick will groan into your ear and grunt when he's pounding into you. he's a talker too.

W -- wild card (random headcanon)

finnick never kisses and tells. sure, he'll make sex jokes here and there, but he wouldn't dream of telling anyone the things you two do in the bedroom. that's a private, intimate thing to him.

X -- x-ray (what's going on under those clothes)

finnick's a good six / six and a half inches. he's thick too.

Y -- yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

finnick has a pretty high sex drive. i'd say he could go every day if you were both desperate.

Z -- zzz (how quick are they to fall asleep?)

finnick gets super sleepy after sex. he'll clean you up and then collapse back into bed, nuzzling his chin into your chest.

#grace talks🐚🌷#the hunger games #thg #headcanons #hcs #finnick odair x reader #finnick odair #finnick odair x you #sam claflin #finnick odair x y/n #finnick odair imagine #smut #fluff #alphabet #fem!reader #the hunger games x reader

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hearts4golbach · 9 months ago

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I lovedd ur sfw alphabet for tyler!! could you do an nsfw one if possible??🥹

ABC NSFW Headcanons.

a/n:

im so behind on requests this is so stressful.

not proofread

warnings:

no actual smut, suggestive content, sex talk.

word count:

1.1k.

A- aftercare. (What are they like after sex?)

Tyler isn't overly caring. he'll clean his cum off of you before crawling into bed with you. you two cuddle because when you go at it, you go at it HARD. on occasion, especially if he fucks you in the morning, he'll run the two of you a shower.

B- body part. (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners.)

Fella is most confident in his arms and chest. he jokingly flexes his muscles, but it ends up turning you on.

his favorite part of your body is your face and torso. he thinks your waist and hips look amazing in whatever you wear. you always catch him staring when you're wearing something other than pajamas.

C- cum. (anything they do with cum.)

he gets down and dirty with it. he loves seeing his cum on your face, stomach, tongue, ass, wherever. if you guys go for more than one round, he doesn't clean his cum off of you until you're finished.

his thumb ran over your bottom lip, smearing his seed over your lips. he swiped some off your cheek, sticking his finger into your mouth and watching as you suck it clean.

D- dirty secret. (self explanatory.)

whenever your hair is up, especially in a pony tail, all he can think about is seeing your face as he pulls your hair. he loves tugging on your hair. if he could leave your hair a mess all of the time, he would.

E- experience. (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

it didn't take him long to learn your body. he knows all of the right spots inside of you and what really gets you going. before you, he had sex with a couple other girls, so he had an average amount of experience. he only kept getting better whenever you two started dating.

F- favorite position. (self explanatory.)

even though Fella jokes about buckshot a lot, I feel like he'd love giving them. he also loves missionary. he gets to watch how your face contorts as he pleasures you. he's not big on crazy positions.

G- goofy. (are they serious in the moment?)

he'll joke if it feels right or to relieve tension. he doesn't want to take sex too serious because it ruins the enjoyable aspects of it.

H- hair. (how well groomed are they? do the carpets match the drapes?)

he leaves a little stubble but doesn't like leaving a lot of hair. the carpet does in fact match the drapes, no further explanation.

I- intimacy. (how are they in the moment? romance related.)

it depends on the mood. if you wanted it rough, he'd give it to you rough. but, if it's sweet vanilla sex he is very intimate with you.

J- jack off. (masturbation headcanon.)

if you're not there, he only perks off about once a day. when he does, he takes a shower because he doesn't want to be bothered with cleaning up his own seed. he doesn't use any material to get off, just the thought of you.

K- kink. (some of their kinks.)

he'd love fucking you while you wore one of his shirts.

L- location. (favorite place to get freaky?)

his favorite place is his bed, hands down. but if you two wanna change it up, his go to is the shower. Tyler also loves how steamy the car gets.

M- motivation. (What turns them on?)

you. your scent. your personality. everything about you. whenever you're yourself, which is when it's just the two of you, it gets him going. he can't help but admire you and imagine all of the dirty things he'd do to you.

N- no. (something they wouldn't do.)

he wouldn't do anything too violent, like slapping you or hitting you. he knows it turns some people on, but it just presses his buttons in the wrong way.

O- oral. (preference on giving and recieving and skill.)

he prefers to give you head. he could eat you out for hours on end. although, he does occasionally enjoy using your throat. he is mind blowing blowingly good at giving head.

P- pace. (are they fast and rough or slow and sensual?)

I think he can be both. it all just depends on the vibe between you two at that time. he prefers slow and sensual over fast and rough.

Q- quickie. (their opinion obviously.)

he loves quickies. they're exhilarating for him. although he prefers to take his time with you, quickies are just as fun.

R- risk. (Do they like to experiment? how willing are they to take risks?)

if you're comfortable with it, Tyler is down to try whatever you want. you rarely turn down things he wants to try as well. spicing things up in the bedroom isn't unusual for the two of you.

S- stamina. (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

depending on how long you had Fella waiting for, it varies. if you had been teasing eachother all day, Tyler can last for 2 or 3 rounds. one round is normally enough for both of you.

T- toys. (Do they own them or use them?)

he doesn't own toys, and feel slightly insecure if you want to use them during sex. it makes him feel insufficient, but you never wanted to use toys, anyway.

U- unfair. (how much do they like to tease.)

fuck, it's all Tyler does. he loves teasing you more than anything. and he loves it just as much when you tease him in return.

V- volume. (how loud are they and what sounds to they make?)

he's a grunter!!! if it's super good, he'll let out low moans. he's not super loud, but loud enough for you to hear. the noises he makes never fails to turn you on.

W- wild card. (random headcanon.)

he loves it whenever you cover him in hickeys. the feeling of your lips on his neck is heaven. there is never a moment where there isn't a hickey on him, even if it's hidden.

X- x-ray. (a peek under the clothes.)

I've seen people saying exact measurements, but I don't wanna violet Fella like that. I will say he's definitely above average, but not too skinny nor thick. and yeah, he does have a curve to it.

Y- yearning. (how high is their sex drive?)

your sex life is healthy. unless either of you are busy, sex is a daily thing. you two are addicted to eachother and make love like you're still in the honey moon stage.

Z- ZZZ. (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

while you fall asleep almost immediately, it's sort of difficult for him. when you fall asleep, he holds you and savors your presence.

#fanfiction #fanfic #hearts4golbach #tara yummy #jake webber #johnnie guilbert #hansumfella x you #tyler hansumfella #hansumfella x reader #hansumfella #handsome #smut #abc headcanons

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lifeofpriya · 2 months ago

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pls could you do one based on staying over at Jack’s for the first time 🥹🫶

omg, of course i will!!! 🥺🫶🏼 i may have gone a little steamy with it, but oh well, i don't regret one bit heheh 🤭

Night of Love

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"The rain isn't letting up," Jack says, peering through the floor-to-ceiling windows of his London apartment. His eyes follow the rivulets snaking down the glass, blurring the city lights into a watercolor canvas of yellows and reds. His voice is a comforting bass, the kind that resonates in the quiet spaces between heartbeats.

You nod, watching him from the plush armchair, a cup of tea cradled in your hands. The warmth seeps into your skin, a stark contrast to the cold outside. The apartment is a testament to Jack's minimalist taste, with clean lines and a muted color palette. Yet, there's a coziness to it, a homely embrace that makes you feel welcomed. You've seen it in photos, of course, but being here, surrounded by his life, is different. More real.

Jack turns away from the window, a soft smile playing on his lips. He's wearing a plain white t-shirt and joggers, his athletic frame relaxed but still hinting at the strength beneath. His dark brown hair is damp from the shower, curling slightly at the ends. He's barefoot, and you notice the calluses on his feet, a map of his dedication to the sport.

You set your hot beverage aside and stand, stretching out your legs. The fabric of your jeans whispers against your skin, the denim a stark contrast to the luxurious carpet beneath your feet. "I didn't pack an umbrella," you admit, half joking.

Jack frowned briefly, his eyebrows knitting together in a moment of concern, "wait, you're not planning on leaving in this weather, are you?" He took a step closer, the air between you thick with unspoken invitations.

You smile shyly, nodding your head, "Yeah, I guess I didn't think it through."

Jack chuckles, a warm sound that fills the room. He steps closer to you, his eyes searching yours. "Why don't you stay the night?" He asks, the question hanging in the air like the scent of rain.

You hesitate, your heart racing. This is new territory, uncharted waters in your relationship. You've been seeing each other for a couple of months, but this is the first time you've been invited to spend the night in his personal space. His apartment reflects his life—structured yet comfortable, a place of rest after the chaos of the tennis courts that he shared with his best friend, Paul, and his older brother/agent, Ben.

Jack's gaze holds yours, his eyes a warm caramel that seems to melt the tension in the air. He's tall, with broad shoulders that speak of hours honed on the practice courts. His t-shirt clings to him in a way that's not at all ostentatious but still highlights the muscles earned from years of dedication. The room feels smaller with him so close, his presence a gentle force that makes you want to lean in.

"Stay," he says again, his voice softer this time, a whisper of a promise. You can see the hope in his eyes, a hint of vulnerability that you haven't noticed before. It's endearing, and it makes your decision easier. "Please?"

You bite your bottom lip, feeling the weight of the moment. You've been careful not to rush things, not to assume. But here, in the sanctity of his apartment, you feel like you're standing at the edge of a cliff, and all you need is a gentle push to leap into the unknown. "Okay," you reply, your voice barely above a murmur.

Jack's smile widens, the corners of his eyes crinkling with relief and happiness. "Great," he says, reaching out to squeeze your hand. His touch is firm but gentle, a silent reassurance that you're not alone in this.

You look around the apartment, taking in the details that you missed before. The framed photographs of Jack with his family, the well-worn tennis rackets standing like sentinels in the corner, the books stacked neatly on the shelves—a mix of biographies, strategy guides, and a few novels that hint at his diverse interests. There's a guitar in the corner, a dusty reminder of a hobby he picked up and hasn't had much time to revisit.

Jack notices your gaze and nods towards the instrument. "My attempt at being a rock star," he says with a self-deprecating smile. "It's not my strongest suit, but it's a good way to unwind."

You laugh, feeling the warmth of the moment expand in your chest. "Maybe I can convince you to play something?"

Jack's eyes light up. "Yeah?" He says, his voice hopeful. "I'd love that."

He leads you over to the guitar, and you take a seat on the floor in front of him as he settles onto the plush sofa. The rain outside is now a backdrop to the intimate moment, a soothing rhythm that seems to echo the beating of your hearts. He strums a few chords, his fingers moving with surprising grace over the strings.

You immediately recognize the tune being that of Wonderwall, his favorite Oasis song, which he had mentioned in passing once during a lazy afternoon at the park. The melody fills the room, and you can't help but feel a flutter in your stomach. It's as if the universe has conspired to make this moment as perfect as it could possibly be.

Jack's eyes never leave yours as he sings, his voice a bit raspy but earnest. You listen intently, watching his fingers dance over the strings, creating a symphony of emotions that resonates within you. His words aren't just a cover of a classic song; they're a declaration of his feelings, a serenade to the quiet moments you've shared and the potential of those to come.

You lean in closer, the warmth from his body radiating towards you, mixing with the scent of the rain outside and the faint aroma of his aftershave. It's a heady combination that makes you feel alive, as if the air around you is charged with something electric.

Jack's fingers still the guitar strings as the last note of "Wonderwall" fades into the patter of the rain. He sets the instrument aside and looks at you, his eyes searching yours. "I meant every word," he says, his voice low and earnest.

Your heart skips a beat, the words resonating within you like the lingering vibrations of the song. You lean in, closing the space between you, and press your lips to his in a soft kiss. His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer, and for a moment, the world outside the apartment ceases to exist.

The rain's rhythm becomes the soundtrack to your newfound intimacy as you explore each other, the gentle caress of Jack's hands leaving trails of warmth across your back. His scent, a blend of rain and something uniquely his, fills your nose. You deepen the kiss, feeling the roughness of his stubble against your skin.

Jack's apartment, usually a bastion of order, now holds a chaotic beauty—the cushions askew from your earlier sit, the half-empty mugs of tea forgotten on the coffee table. It's a mess that feels like a declaration of human presence, a reminder that even in a space so meticulously curated, life can be spontaneous and unplanned.

As the rain drums on, Jack reaches for your hand, leading you down the hallway. You follow, the plush carpet a soft whisper underfoot. His bedroom is a sanctuary of dark woods and navy blues, a stark contrast to the rest of the apartment. The bed, a king-sized retreat with crisp white sheets, sits in the center, beckoning you both.

Jack pulls you closer, his eyes searching yours for permission. You nod, the anticipation palpable. His room feels like a secret garden, a place where you can shed the layers of the outside world and just be. He turns off the lights, leaving only the glow of the city outside to cast a soft, flickering light through the gap in the curtains.

The bed is cool and inviting as you both lay down, the rain now a lullaby that sings you into a place of peace. You tuck your legs into his, feeling the warmth of his body seep into yours. He's gentle, his hands tracing patterns on your skin that tell a story without words.

Jack whispers something in your ear, but the words are lost in the symphony of the rain. You don't need to hear them, though; the sentiment is clear. His eyes hold yours, and you realize that this is what it's like to be seen, truly seen. You're not just the person he's dating; you're the person who's sharing this moment with him.

The bed is like a cloud, enveloping you both in its softness. The city lights outside play tag with the shadows on the ceiling, painting a silent, ever-changing picture of the night. His hands are tentative but sure, a dance of curiosity and care. You melt into his embrace, feeling the warmth of his body seep into your very soul.

Jack whispers your name—no, not your name, a word that's just for him, a secret between the two of you—and you smile into the darkness. He's always had a way with words, a gentle poetry that seemed to flow from his fingertips as he played tennis. It's as if he's learned to weave the same magic with his touch, making you feel seen and cherished.

You lean in, the fabric of your shirt cool against your skin as his hands explore the contours of your body. The rain outside is now a cacophony, a crescendo of sound that seems to crescendo with your heartbeat. Each drop hits the window like a drumbeat, setting the rhythm for the dance unfolding in the dim light.

Jack's fingers trace the line of your jaw, tilting your face up to meet his. His kiss is tender, a silent promise that whispers of a future filled with moments like this. You're acutely aware of every sensation: the way your breath mingles with his, the softness of the pillows beneath your head, the steady beat of the rain outside.

"I've wanted this for so long," he murmurs against your skin, his voice a gentle rumble. His hand finds yours, lacing your fingers together. "But I didn't want to rush things."

You nod, understanding his caution. After all, your relationship has been a dance of respect and patience, a delicate tango around the edges of intimacy. But here, in the warm embrace of his bed, it feels as natural as breathing.

Jack pulls away, his eyes searching yours. "Are you sure?" he asks, his voice a gentle rumble.

You nod, the word "yes" a whisper that barely leaves your lips. The anticipation is a tangible force in the air, a silent symphony that crescendos with the sound of the rain. He kisses you again, his hands moving with newfound confidence. The fabric of your shirt is a barrier that seems to melt away as his fingertips graze your skin.

The room is a cocoon of warmth, the coolness of the rain outside forgotten. Jack's touch is a story in itself, a narrative of yearning and care that you've felt in every moment of your time together. His hands explore your body, each caress a verse that leaves you breathless.

You reciprocate, your own hands learning the landscape of his skin. Each curve and muscle tells a tale of his discipline and passion. You trace the lines of his arms, the sinew and strength that propel him across the tennis courts, and feel a surge of admiration for the man he's become.

Jack pulls you closer, his chest a warm shelter from the storm outside. His heartbeat is a steady bass to the rain's rhythm, a reminder that you're both flesh and bone, both equally affected by the tempest of emotions swirling around you.

You feel the heat of his breath as he whispers sweet nothings that mean everything, words that resonate deep within you like the first chords of a favorite song. His thumb traces circles on the back of your hand, a silent reassurance that he's here, that you're both in this together.

The rain outside is a serenade to the intimacy growing between you, a crescendo of droplets that mirrors the racing of your heart. The sound of the city is a distant lullaby, muffled by the walls of the apartment. It's just you and Jack, the rain, and the rhythm of your intertwined hearts.

Jack's hands are warm, a stark contrast to the coolness of the room. He's careful, reading the subtle cues of your body, making sure that every touch is a step in the right direction. You can feel his passion, his desire, but it's not rushed. It's a gentle exploration, a silent conversation of skin and breath.

As the rain crescendos outside, so does the intensity of your connection. Your hands wander up his back, feeling the contours of his muscles, tracing the lines that speak of countless hours on the tennis court. His skin is smooth, a testament to the care he takes in maintaining his physique. You press closer, feeling the heat of him, the steady rhythm of his heart matching the pulse of the rain.

Jack's eyes, those greenish hazel pools that could melt the toughest of hearts, searched yours for any sign of doubt or hesitation. He found none. The rain outside had turned into a soothing lullaby, and the warmth of his apartment was a stark contrast to the cold, wet world beyond the windows. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of rain and the faint aroma of his aftershave swirling around you.

You reached up, your hand brushing against the scruff on his cheek, feeling the roughness that was so at odds with the tenderness of his kisses. His hand slid up the back of your neck, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw, sending shivers down your spine. The world outside the apartment faded away as you became lost in the dance of your limbs, the gentle give and take of your kisses.

Jack's apartment was a fortress against the storm, but the rain was a persistent drummer, setting the tempo for the crescendo of your feelings. His room, usually so orderly, reflected the tumultuous beauty of the moment, clothes scattered and the scent of rain mingling with the faint musk of arousal.

Jack's eyes searched yours, questioning, as his hand slid under the hem of your shirt, his fingertips grazing your waist. You nodded, a silent yes that seemed to echo through the room, resonating with the pitter-patter outside. His touch was like a secret promise, a gentle caress that whispered of things to come.

He pulled away for a moment, his gaze lingering on your face as if memorizing every detail.

Jack's hands were warm and calloused as they traced the lines of your body, a stark contrast to the smoothness of your skin. His touch was a story in itself, a narrative of longing and care that you felt in every moment of your shared intimacy. Each stroke, each caress, was a verse that left you breathless.

You felt the rain's rhythm pulsing through the room, setting the pace for the passion building between you. The city lights played tag with the shadows on the ceiling, casting a soft, flickering glow that painted the room in a palette of midnight blues. It was a silent conversation, one of skin against skin, of breath mingling with whispers of love.

Jack's hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing away a stray strand of hair. His eyes searched yours, a question lingering in the air. You leaned into his touch, your heart racing as his fingertips traced the line of your collarbone, the fabric of your shirt giving way to the warmth of his skin. His eyes were pools of molten emotion, and you felt yourself drowning in them, a willing participant in this silent ballet of desire.

The rain outside had become a backdrop to the symphony of your breaths, each inhale and exhale a crescendo of passion. The room was a cocoon of warmth, a sanctuary from the cold embrace of the London night. The scent of rain mixed with the musk of your bodies, creating a heady perfume that seemed to thicken the air.

Jack's eyes searched yours, a silent question hanging in the space between you. You nodded, the word "yes" a silent agreement that echoed through the room. The rain's rhythm grew softer as he gently tugged your shirt over your head, revealing the softness of your skin. The fabric whispered against your body, a sweet goodbye as it fell to the floor.

You sat before him, a canvas of desire, your breathing shallow and quick. He took in the sight of you, his eyes roaming every curve, every inch. His gaze was a warm caress, a silent promise that you were the most beautiful person he'd ever laid eyes on. The room was bathed in the flickering glow of the city lights, the shadows playing across your skin like lovers' hands.

Jack leaned in, his breath a warm whisper across your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His hands, those capable, strong hands that had sent countless tennis balls flying across the courts, were now tender, exploring the landscape of your body with a gentle reverence.

You felt the rain's rhythm pulsing through the room, a living, breathing entity that mirrored the storm of emotions swirling inside you. Each drop hit the window like a heartbeat, a reminder that outside this haven of warmth and passion, the world continued, unknowing of the transformation occurring within these four walls.

Jack's eyes searched yours, and in that moment, you realized how much you'd come to trust him. He wasn't just the charming, talented tennis player; he was your confidant, your partner in navigating the tumultuous seas of life. You nodded, the word "yes" a silent agreement that seemed to echo through the apartment, resonating with the rain's melody.

He leaned in, his breath a warm caress against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His fingertips traced the contours of your body with a gentle reverence, a silent declaration of his intentions. The rain outside was a serenade to your burgeoning love, each drop a note in a symphony that sang of desire and vulnerability.

You reached up, your hand cupping his cheek, feeling the roughness of his scruff. Your eyes searched his, looking for any sign of doubt, any reason to hold back. But all you found was the same yearning that mirrored your own, the same need to be closer.

Jack leaned in, his breath warm against your skin as he kissed you, the gentle pressure of his lips telling you that he felt the same way. The rain outside had turned into a symphony, a crescendo that seemed to pulse in time with your heart.

You reached up to trace the line of his jaw with your fingers, feeling the scruff that had grown over the day. His skin was hot, and you could feel his pulse racing under the pad of your thumb. You kissed him back, eagerly, and with every passing second, the barriers between you seemed to dissolve. The rain outside had become a gentle lullaby, the perfect score to the tender dance you were engaged in.

Jack's touch grew bolder, his hands exploring the softness of your skin as if he were learning the strings of a new guitar. Your heart raced with every brush of his fingertips, the rain outside a gentle crescendo that seemed to encourage your intimacy. The room was alive with the sound of your breaths, the whisper of fabric, and the sweet nothings you exchanged in the candlelit darkness.

"You're so beautiful," Jack murmured against your neck, his breath hot and tantalizing.

You felt your cheeks flush at the compliment, a smile playing on your lips. "And you're not so bad yourself," you teased, running your fingers through his damp hair. The rain outside had turned into a gentle patter, a soft serenade to the unfolding passion.

Jack chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He leaned back, taking you with him so that you were straddling his lap. His hands slid up your back, pressing you closer, as if trying to meld your bodies into one. The heat between you was palpable, a force that seemed to charge the very air.

You felt the rain's rhythm in your bones, a pulsing beat that matched the throb of desire. Your breath hitched as Jack's hands slid up your back, the fabric of his shirt a whisper of resistance against your skin. He kissed you again, his lips parting, and you felt yourself falling into him, a willing participant in this dance of love.

Jack's bedroom was a sanctuary of warmth, the rain outside a gentle serenade to the intimate moments you shared. His hands were sure, yet tender, as they traced the contours of your body, each touch a declaration of his affection. You felt the coolness of the rain-kissed air as he slid his shirt over his head, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest, a testament to his athletic prowess.

The room was alive with the sound of the rain and the symphony of your intertwined breaths. The scent of rain and desire filled the air, a potent blend that made your heart race. His eyes searched yours, asking for permission, for reassurance that this was what you both wanted.

You nodded, a silent confirmation that sent a rush of excitement through his veins. His hands, so adept at wielding a tennis racket, now moved with a different kind of finesse as they traced the lines of your body. Each touch was a promise, a whisper of things to come.

#jack draper #jack draper imagine #jack draper imagines #jack draper fic #jack draper fics #jack draper x reader #tennis imagine #tennis imagines #tennis fic #tennis fics

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alpineshift · 5 days ago

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I love your fics but selkie nico x jack will always own my heart!

🥹❤️🦭 I am so happy this seal!nico with his silly flippers and his adoring husband/boyfriend jack have endeared you ❤️

please accept a little extra seal cuteness for your dash 🥹

The little girl in the #13 HISCHIER jersey for tonight's walk-in photo op is unbelievably cute and unbelievably shy.

She's the youngest of the bunch for this particular group, and had all but dashed to hide behind her mother's legs when Nico first went over to introduce himself. Jack had stifled a laugh as he watched Nico's face go through a series of aww-so cute-oh no-she's shy expressions, clearly so smitten but also low-key heartbroken a little kid ran away from him.

But his boyfriend is nothing if not patient with children, and even though it had taken a couple minutes of lighthearted jokes and soft bribery ("Don't tell your mama, but I know where the M&Ms stash in the locker room is. I'll grab you your favourite colours if you want."), the little girl eventually ventured forward and gave her name, Leia. Maybe it was Nico's charm, or maybe it was the promise of chocolate, but it was definitely the gift of a little seal plush that had sealed (hah) the deal.

They don't always make seal merch, and they don't always push the marketing for it either, but every now and then someone from the design department cooks up the cutest stuffed toy or sticker of Nico in his seal form, and the merch generally flies off the shelf within hours. Jack had to strike a deal with marketing to make sure he gets a cut of the new creations before everything is sold out.

This new toy is the cutest so far, in his humble opinion--someone had the incredible idea to make Nico's 'chilled-out' blob shape, which means it's the most round little ball of fluff one could possible imagine. They've added a tag stitched with Nico's signature on it too, to make it some sort of collector's item, and Jack had gleefully toted his blob seal everywhere he went for weeks.

("Jack. I'm a real seal, you know. I'm literally right here waiting for you to cuddle me." "But look at him! He's so round and fluffy!" "I'M round and fluffy!")

Leia is clearly delighted, happily clinging to her new friend, and the girl Jack is paired with is clearly an older sibling because she immediately bustles over, drawing Leia into a conversation about animals, and then showing her the animal beaded bracelet on her wrist.

Nico has literal heart eyes on his face. Jack nudges him and waggles his eyebrows teasingly.

"I told you it was the best merch idea."

"Shut the fu--front door. They're exploiting my very round and very lovable shape for profit."

"But the plush is so portable. So much easier to cuddle. And, it doesn't get me wet when I want to hold it on my chest, unlike someone when they're too excited to splishy-splash in the tub."

The way Nico side-eyes him tells Jack that he definitely caught the sneaky double-entendre. "Are you really replacing me with a stuffed version of myself? So cruel, Jack."

"Aw, Neeks, you know you're the only one for me."

"And aren't I lucky," Nico says, quietly, his words for Jack only. Jack feels his heart flip over in his chest, and he does a quick glance around them before leaning in to give Nico a peck on the lips. And of course, because he's Nico, his boyfriend chases after him when Jack tries to lean back, drawing him in for one more kiss before he lets him go.

"Eww, Jack," he hears his new friend giggling. "It's like watching my parents kiss!"

"Shh," Nico jokes, holding his finger up between them. "You guys didn't see anything."

"I don't think I'm as old as your parents," Jack says, pretending to sound aghast. "Right? Maya, I'm not as old as your mom, right?!"

"Nooo, I think you're older!"

"Maya!"

"One-hit K.O.," Nico laughs, just as the coordinator walks by and calls, "Five minutes, people!"

Leia jumps, and she makes a peculiar little noise then, something between a gasp and a chirp. Nico immediately turns, eyes flashing dark for a second, and then hurries over to the little girl.

"Doing okay?" he asks, gently, and Leia just nods up at him, eyes shiny and clutching her seal to her chest.

"Can...Can I hold your hand, Nico?" she whispers, and Nico's expression softens even more.

"Of course. How 'bout you hold Mr. Seal on that side, and you can hold my hand here?"

And, well, there goes Jack's heart, he supposes. He might actually melt through the grating on the floor and Luke will have to play forward for tonight.

He watches as Leia smiles shyly up at Nico, and when the coordinator waves them over, the two walk up the path and around the corner for the photographers, hand in hand.

It's not until later into the night, long after the game had ended and they'd eaten dinner and Nico had finished his much-awaited salt soak and Jack had polished off a solid two chapters of his book (Quinn is so militant about their book club milestones, honestly) that he thinks to bring it up.

"Was everything okay with Leia, in the end?"

"Hm?" Nico asks, turning around, face half-hidden underneath his damp hair and his towel. "What do you mean?"

"She was so nervous before the walk in," Jack says, reclining into his side of the bed. (The seal plush, sadly, has been banished to the dresser instead of taking its usual space on his nightstand.) "And you caught on right away."

"Oh, yeah," Nico hums. He drops onto the bed beside Jack, letting his towel slide of his shoulder, then smiles wryly. "Leia is a selkie, did you catch on?"

"Huh? What? No," Jack startles. He pushes himself up on his elbows and blinks up at his boyfriend. "Is she really? How can you tell? Do you just know?"

"Sometimes you do. But sometimes it's harder--and I think it's because she's got a human parent, so she's only half-selkie. I don't know if she's shifted before, but I figured it out when she made this sound--a baby's distress call, when they're upset. So at that point I just instinctively knew."

"Jeez. Well, that's so cool. And kind of a good thing you figured it out. You went all mama seal for her, I bet she felt safe, yeah?"

"Dunno if I was actually any helpful," Nico laughs, flopping onto his side, not unlike his seal form when he's busy lazing about on the dock. "She was definitely very, very excited to be at tonight's game. She just needed a bit of reassurance, was all."

"And who better to reassure than our very own seal captain?" Jack teases, the squawks when Nico rolls over and shoves his cold nose right into the junction of his neck. "Hey! How are you still this cold after your soak?"

"It's in my blood, baby," Nico laughs, giving him an apologetic kiss on the cheek. "It's just in my blood."

#thank you for your lovely message <3 #asks #hischiersjohnston #seal!nico

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srnileforme · 7 months ago

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“All of this was done by Joke. He said he wanted to make amends for making you sad.”

JACK & JOKER (2024) | EPISODE 4

#yin anan #war wanarat #yinwar #jack and joker u steal my heart #jack & joker #jack and joker #jack and joker the series #*gifs #ever since joke mentioned that stealing is the only thing he's good at i feel like it made jack realize that it's joke's way of helping #which is why jack said thank you for everything even though he can't accept it #jack has definitely softened up to joke and the way he covers him up is so sweet 🥹#ALSO LOOK AT THE JACK OF HEARTS TATTOO ON JOKE'S SHOULDER 🙌🏻‼️

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Girl I just need to know how it was when leighton was given (by Jack or mom) her first little 86 jersey 🥹🥹

leighton gets the jersey for her birthday and its the only thing she actually asks for. everyone keeps asking if there was anything else she wanted, and she would just say "i wanna look like daddy!"

and so, amongst a pile of barbies and mini sticks jack gives leighton her last gift.

"jersey!" she screams after ripping away all of the wrapping paper. she rushes to her feet and holds the way-to-big jersey up. she throws it on, putting on a dramatic show for her family as she grabs hold of a mini stick and pretends to do a slap shot.

"woahh you're too good!" jack beams, crouching down to catch his daughter who runs into his arms.

"better than uncle coley," trevor jokes, earning a few laughs from the rest of the guys.

jack picks the 4 year old up and spins her around. "i look like you now!" leighton giggles as her dad sets her back on her feet.

"let mommy see your jersey! is that your favourite gift?" you ask, smiling at your beaming daughter who can't contain her excitement. leighton nods excitedly, and turns around to show you and the rest of the family the back of her jersey - hughes 86.

#journalist au!

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arabellaininterstellarboots · 5 months ago

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The Winslow Effect

pt.1

Note: this is the first part of my new story; my first one on Tumblr🥹 let's see how this is going, eh? And a quick PSA: For the sake of this fictional story, a lot of known England players play at Chelsea- thank you!

Pairing: Mason Mount (duh) x OC

Word count: 1,6k

Warnings: British boys🤭

Chapter 01: together at Chilwell’s

It was one of those rare nights when the team wasn’t discussing tactics or gearing up for an upcoming match. Instead, Ben Chilwell had invited a few of the boys over to his house for a more relaxed evening—just a couple of beers, some snacks, and the rugby match on the TV. The guys, of course, couldn’t resist giving their “expert” commentary on the game, despite not knowing a thing about rugby.

“Mate, he just piledrove him,” Jordan Pickford said, half-mumbling into his beer, eyes glued to the screen as a player was unceremoniously sent sprawling. “I could totally do that.” Ben, lounging comfortably on the couch, raised an eyebrow at Jordan. “Yeah, sure, mate. You’d probably end up tackling the wrong guy.” Phil Foden grinned. “And then blame it on the goalkeeper instincts. Classic.” Jordan threw him a mock glare. “I could totally keep up with them. It’s just like football, but... more aggressive.”

“More aggressive? You mean you’re actually supposed to hit people?” Declan Rice chimed in, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Mason Mount, who had been lounging in the armchair, leaned back and crossed his arms, a smirk on his face. “You’d be out in the first two minutes, mate. No way you’d last.”

“Oh, you’ve got no faith in me!” Jordan shot back. “You wait until I get my hands on that ball, I’m gonna be a legend.”

“Legend of the first aid room,” Ben added with a laugh.

Jack Grealish, who had been perched casually on the arm of the couch, grinned. “I think Jordan’s onto something. The man’s got mad rugby skills... he’s just in the wrong sport.” The group dissolved into laughter as the rugby players on screen collided in a dramatic fashion, sending shockwaves through the room. “I swear these guys play like they want to get hurt,” Phil said, his mouth full of chips.

“I don’t get how they run like that,” Ben added, throwing his hands up. “They don’t even look like they’re breathing heavy after those hits.” Mason took a sip of his drink, laughing at the spectacle unfolding on the screen. “They're built different,” he mused, tapping the side of his bottle thoughtfully.

They continued watching, making random guesses about the game and giving each other a hard time, but it was clear that they were all a little more focused now. As the match came to an end with a victorious cheer from one team, the atmosphere shifted.

There was no time for lingering on rugby anymore. All eyes turned to the screen as a familiar face appeared in the post-game interview. “You know what this means,” Jack Grealish said with a grin, moving toward the edge of his seat. “The one and only Charlotte Winslow is about to hit the field.”

“Oh, this is gonna be good,” Ben said, his voice laced with amusement. He grabbed his phone, checking for any updates as the camera zoomed in on Charlotte, poised and confident at the edge of the pitch.

There she was.

Charlotte “Charlie” Winslow.

The most well-known sports journalist in the UK, and the one who had a reputation for grilling athletes with razor-sharp questions. “She’s got that look,” Mason said with a knowing nod. “You know the one. The ‘I’ll make you wish you hadn’t said anything’ look.”

“Mate, she’s got all the looks.” Jack laughed.

“Mate, you can see it on the players’ faces,” Phil laughed. “They all look like they’re about to get called into the principal’s office.” Ben chuckled, raising his drink. “She’s a beast. You know she won’t pull any punches.”

“She could interview a brick wall and still make it sweat,” Jordan joked. “Don’t even joke about it,” Declan added. “If she ever gets her hands on me, I’ll just say I’m retired on the spot.” Mason couldn’t help but grin at his friends’ banter.

Everyone in the room had seen Charlie in action before—interviews that felt more like interrogations. It was her thing, after all. Sharp, witty, and always, always on the ball.

There was no escaping her questions, no getting out of an awkward moment. She had a way of making you feel it. And that was exactly why she was so good at her job. The camera now showed her walking onto the pitch, stepping towards one of the star players who was already looking a little nervous.

She held the microphone confidently, and her voice rang out, clear and controlled. “Great game out there today,” Charlie said, turning her gaze to the player who had just finished the match. “But I have to ask, what was going through your mind during that final play when you went for that risky pass? It was a big gamble, and it could’ve cost you the match.” The player blinked, taken aback by the directness of the question.

Charlie wasn’t wasting any time.

“Well, you know, I thought I could make it,” the player stammered. “I—” Charlie didn’t let him off the hook. “You thought you could make it. That’s interesting. You didn’t really think about the consequences though, did you? I mean, you were on the edge of the field, a split second away from losing the game for your team. What was the real reason behind that move?”

The guy shifted uncomfortably. “Uh, I thought... I mean, it seemed like the right decision at the time.” “Seemed like it? Is that the best you’ve got for me?” Charlie pressed, her gaze sharp.

“You’ve been playing for years, but it came down to seeming like the right decision? No pressure, right?” The guy laughed nervously, glancing at his teammates. “I guess... maybe I should’ve played it safer.” Charlie’s smile was cool, almost knowing.

“Maybe But you guys won, so it was worth it.”

As the interview concluded, the guys fell into an awkward silence, the weight of Charlie’s presence lingering even through the TV screen. The player she’d just grilled looked relieved to be done, happy that he's off the hook and that they ended the interview on a good note, but the guys in Ben’s living room were still processing the sheer intensity of her questioning.

“Bloody hell,” Ben muttered, shaking his head. “She’s ruthless.”

“I think that guy’s regretting ever stepping onto the field,” Declan added, half-laughing but still in awe of how Charlie had handled the interview.

“I’d be shaking if she came at me like that,” Jordan said, his voice dripping with admiration. “She’s terrifying in the best way possible.”

Mason, still looking at the screen, couldn’t help but feel a mix of respect and nerves stir inside him. “She’s not just good, she’s... she’s a force. You don’t just answer her questions—you survive them.”

The camera cut away from the field, and into the after game sport studio and the announcer’s voice broke the silence.

“Well, folks, we have some big news tonight,” the studio host said, as the screen flashed a few pictures of Charlie in action, each showing her sharp, calculated smile and no-nonsense demeanor. “As you know, Charlotte Winslow is a name that’s become synonymous with top-tier sports journalism. After years of making waves in rugby, she’s about to take the next big step in her career. This season, she’ll be making the jump to covering the Premier League.”

A stunned silence filled the room as the guys processed the news. There were a few incredulous glances exchanged between them, and they all instinctively leaned forward as if they could make sense of it all by staring harder at the screen.

“No way,” Jack muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. “She’s really doing it. She’s going to be in football now?”

The announcer continued, hyping up Charlie’s transition. “Charlie will now be joining the Premier League beat, where she’ll bring her expert analysis, sharp questions, and signature style to one of the most prestigious football league in the world.”

“That’s... insane,” Ben whispered, as if in awe of the magnitude of the move.

Mason took a deep breath, his mind racing. The thought of Charlie’s next steps was now unavoidable. She wasn’t just a rugby journalist anymore. She was coming for them—coming for the football players.

“It’s going to be a whole different world for her,” Phil said quietly, his voice almost reverent. “The Premier League is gonna feel different with her in it.”

“Yeah,” Declan added, cracking a grin. “And I reckon none of us are gonna know what hit us.”

As the studio moved on to highlight some of Charlie’s most iconic moments in rugby, Mason couldn’t help but think of her sharp wit, the way she could tear through someone’s defenses with a simple question. His own stomach twisted nervously. What would it be like when she finally turned her gaze on him, when she made him squirm in front of the camera?

“Man, I’m nervous for whoever’s up first in the Premier League,” Jordan said with a laugh, but his eyes betrayed his anxiety. “That’s gonna be one hell of an interview.”

Mason shot him a side glance, his earlier grin gone. “If she comes at me like that... I might just freeze at the spot.”

The group laughed nervously, but they all shared the same thought: They had no idea what they were in for with Charlotte Winslow in the Premier League.

And just like that, the night shifted. What had started as a simple, relaxed evening filled with rugby and jokes was now dominated by the thought of Charlie and her upcoming career move. The players, no matter how tough or confident, knew they were about to enter a new era of post-match interviews.

Ben broke the silence, raising his glass. “To Charlie Winslow. The legend herself, and the woman who’s about to make our lives hell.”

The group clinked their bottles together, but the truth hung in the air. The Premier League had just become a much more interesting place, and it would never be the same with Charlotte at the helm.

#fanfic #fiction #mason mount #premier league #mason mount fanfic #mason mount x oc #mason mount x you #mason mount one shot #mason mount fics #mason mount imagine

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