#nina's menu | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

xo100 · 10 months ago

Text

Baking cookies pt. 3- LN4

*:･ﾟ Summary: Lando and Y/N confess their feelings, agreeing to take things slow, while Nina continues to brighten their lives.

*:･ﾟ Word count: 1237

masterlist / community / request / previous ౨ৎ next

౨ৎ

The next morning felt different. Not in a drastic, world-shifting way, but in the small, quiet way things change when you finally admit how you feel about someone who’s been in your life for so long. The sun filtered through the curtains in Lando’s living room, casting soft shadows on the walls, and Y/N sat at the kitchen table, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone. She wasn’t thinking about the articles in front of her, though. Her mind was on Lando—and the kiss they shared the night before.

She could still feel the warmth of his lips, the gentle way his hand had cradled hers. The memory made her heart skip a beat, and she couldn’t help but smile.

“Morning, sleepyhead.”

Y/N’s head snapped up at the sound of Lando’s voice. He was standing in the doorway, leaning casually against the frame, his hair still messy from sleep. He looked comfortable in a worn T-shirt and sweats, a soft grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Morning,” she replied, her cheeks flushing slightly at the memory of last night.

Lando pushed himself off the doorframe and walked over to her, dropping into the chair across the table. He rested his elbows on the table, leaning forward with that same playful glint in his eyes that Y/N had seen countless times—but now, it felt different. There was something deeper behind it.

“How’d you sleep?” he asked, his voice soft.

“Good,” Y/N answered, smiling. “You?”

“Best I’ve slept in a while,” Lando replied, his gaze locked on hers.

For a moment, they just stared at each other, the weight of their newfound connection hanging in the air. It was comfortable, but there was a spark between them, something quietly electric that hadn’t been there before.

But before they could say anything more, the familiar sound of little feet running down the stairs interrupted them.

“Daddy! Auntie Y/N!” Nina’s voice called out as she bounced into the kitchen, her curly hair wild and her face full of excitement. “I’m hungry!”

Y/N and Lando exchanged a quick glance before they both burst into laughter. The moment was broken, but in the best way—Nina always had that effect.

“What’s on the menu today, munchkin?” Lando asked, ruffling Nina’s hair as she climbed onto Y/N’s lap.

“Pancakes!” Nina declared with a big grin.

Y/N smiled, hugging Nina tightly. “Pancakes, huh? I think we can make that happen.”

“Yay!” Nina clapped her hands excitedly, bouncing on Y/N’s lap.

Lando got up from his chair, heading toward the fridge. “Alright, team pancake, let’s get to work.”

As Lando started gathering ingredients, Y/N helped Nina down from her lap, and together, they got to work in the kitchen. It was something they had done countless times before, but this time felt different. Everything did.

The three of them moved around the kitchen with ease, like a well-practiced routine. Nina poured the flour, Y/N mixed the batter, and Lando flipped the pancakes, tossing in an extra bit of flair for Nina, who giggled with every flip.

At one point, Lando leaned over to Y/N, his voice low and teasing. “You know, I think you’re rubbing off on me.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, laughing softly. “Oh yeah? How so?”

“Well,” Lando said, holding up a pancake with a lopsided heart shape in the middle, “I’m starting to get pretty good at these.”

Y/N shook her head with a smile, nudging him playfully. “Sure you are.”

They shared another quiet moment of laughter, but this time, there was an undeniable tenderness in it. Lando’s hand brushed against Y/N’s as he passed her a plate, and she felt that same warmth flood her chest. The feeling that this was right, that they were right.

Once breakfast was done, the three of them sat at the table together, with Nina happily munching on her pancakes while talking animatedly about her day ahead. Lando and Y/N exchanged glances across the table, both of them silently reveling in the ease of this moment. It was just the three of them, but it felt like more.

After breakfast, Lando cleared the table while Y/N helped Nina get ready for the day. As they moved through their morning routine, the unspoken understanding between Lando and Y/N grew. They didn’t need to say anything just yet—there was comfort in the way they worked together, the natural way they fit into each other’s lives.

Once Nina was dressed and ready to play in the garden, Y/N found herself back in the living room, straightening up a few toys Nina had left scattered around. Lando appeared beside her, leaning against the couch as he watched her for a moment, his expression thoughtful.

“Y/N…” His voice was softer now, more serious.

She turned to face him, her heart beating a little faster. “Yeah?”

Lando stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently take hers. “I’ve been thinking about us. About what this means.”

Y/N squeezed his hand, her eyes searching his. “Me too.”

“I know we haven’t really talked about it yet, but I want to make sure we’re on the same page,” Lando said, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “Because this? This feels like more than just a moment.”

Y/N nodded, her heart swelling at his words. “It is more. It’s everything.”

Lando’s smile was soft but filled with so much emotion that it made Y/N’s chest ache. “I don’t want to rush anything, but… I want this. I want us.”

Y/N took a step closer, her free hand reaching up to rest against his chest. “I want that too, Lando. I want us to figure this out together.”

His hand came up to cup her cheek, his eyes searching hers for any sign of doubt. But there wasn’t any. Y/N was sure of this, sure of them.

“You know, Nina adores you,” Lando said quietly, his voice filled with emotion. “She’s always asking when you’ll come over. And seeing the two of you together… It makes me realize how lucky I am.”

Y/N’s heart melted at his words. She had always loved Nina as if she were her own, and hearing Lando say those things only deepened her feelings for him. “I adore her too, Lando. And I… I adore you.”

His eyes softened, and before Y/N could say anything more, Lando leaned in and kissed her. It was soft and sweet, but this time there was more behind it. The promise of something new, something real.

When they finally pulled away, Y/N rested her forehead against his, their breaths mingling in the quiet space between them. “We’ll take it slow,” she whispered. “For Nina. For us.”

Lando nodded, his smile widening. “Yeah, slow sounds perfect.”

Just as they were about to kiss again, a loud crash echoed from the garden, followed by Nina’s triumphant shout. “I did it!”

Y/N and Lando both burst into laughter, stepping apart as they looked out the window to see Nina standing proudly next to a stack of garden toys she had knocked over.

“We’d better go check on our little troublemaker,” Lando said with a grin, taking Y/N’s hand as they headed outside together.

As they walked into the garden, hand in hand, Y/N couldn’t help but feel like this was the start of something beautiful. A new chapter for all three of them.

And it was exactly where she wanted to be.

౨ৎ

*:･ﾟ Notes; thank you for reading, love’s! Hope you all enjoyed it! If there is something wrong or need to be edited, let me know! Also I’ve started a community feel free to join! Currently working on part 4! If you want to be tagged leave it in the comments!

Also currently heartbroken by Daniel leaving f1💔

*:･ﾟtags; @barcelonaloverf1life @fanficweasley @obxstiles @missnxthingg @trisharee @myescapefromthislife

546 notes · View notes

sapphicscholar · 2 months ago

Text

Needed a live reaction cam set up panning to everyone’s reactions when Deborah quits and announces her love for Ava on live television like

Josefina: nodding with a glass of wine, turning to someone we’ve never met (bc at least one of them learned to have a social life outside of work) like “finally, I’ve been telling her this for four years, but does she listen? No!”

Marcus: texting water cop “do we think she’s allowed to go back to making gay jokes now?”

Damien: totally missed it because it’s just on in the background at Deborah’s insistence to log another live viewer

Kiki: hopping immediately into the group chat like “good for you two! I knew you’d work it out. Btw can we still do celebrity strip poker next week? I was really counting on seeing sally fields topless to make up for having to sit through parent-teacher conferences. They just don’t recognize Luna’s brilliance. She colors outside the lines for a *reason*!”

DJ: cooing at AJ, “would you look at that, little man? Would you just look at that? Tells the whole world she loves her head writer before I get one single product placement for D’Jewelry”

Nina: excitement that goes way too high about an Ava mention immediately gives way to panic that also goes way too high about Ava being out a job, and of course it happens the *moment* she spent that vibamix money on windsailing equipment

Mayor Jo: leaving a drunk voicemail for someone who is definitely not Deborah “god, Deb, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. Now be honest: is that why you two got arrested? I won’t tell anyone I won’t. But I have a Zamboni for rent if you’re interested. Spice it up a little.”

Melissa Etheridge: huh, would you look at that? There was a reason for all those jokes after all.

Winnie (ok this one mostly works if you’ve read my fic dirty work) : texting Ava “guess you and the missus made up then”

Marty: going back through his text history with Deborah copying and pasting every single joke she’s made about his 20-something girlfriends into a novel-length message to Deborah

Ruby: sitting in bed with her new girlfriend, about to embark on the world’s longest backstory to explain her reaction

Emily, Dev, and their new +1: “did we tell you about the time Deborah Vance bought us the entire dessert menu and tried to have a foursome?”

Aiden’s parents: “I knew she wasn’t Catholic.”

#hacks hbo #ava x deborah #crack #hacks 4.09

175 notes · View notes

paradiseismine · 7 months ago

Note

do you do richie tozier x f reader?

Richie Tozier Headcanons

Pairing: Richie Tozier x f!reader

Warnings: i split my hcs in fluffy and smutty, you can read it partially or totally, as you wish.

Love note from Nina: I was always a bit hesitant in writing for Richie because I haven’t read the It book yet (the source material). However, I’ve seen both movie versions (1990/2017), and since I’ll be basing my writing on Finn’s depiction of Richie, I decided to give it a try. Hope you like it!

Fluff 🎀

- Major hand holder, this one. He takes your hand absentmindedly to cross the street, in a nearly involuntary way, for instance. If he thinks you’re scared or in need of some sort of support, he’ll hold your hand in a heartbeat;

- Richie is a “it’s ok love, I’m here for you” type of guy, all the way;

- Lots of burying his head on the crook of your neck to smell you (whether or not you wear perfume, he’s just really into your scent);

- Physical touch is his main love language, but he’s also a big quality time guy: always looking for places to take you to, things you can do together, all that good stuff;

- Loves touching your hair, massaging your scalp, running his fingers through your tresses as you talk;

- Also loves to “kiss your heart”, aka, putting his lips to the middle of your chest (even if in public) whenever you wear a low cut shirt;

Smut ❤️‍🔥

- Plenty of jokes and commentary about how hot you are/how sweet your pussy tastes/how beautiful your boobs are. Richie will be literally eating a glazed doughnut and say “so much sugar on this, it’s nearly as sweet as y/n’s pussy”

- Despite the jokes, he’s reallyyyy into you, your mind and your body, even if he doesn’t know the best way to show it sometimes;

- A lot of communication is done through touch, specially when it comes to your intimacy together;

- A hand on your thigh under the table as you’re having dinner means “can we do a little something before bed?”, whilst a thumb lightly pushing your bra strap off your shoulder means “I miss your body”;

- He gets embarrassed of his glasses when you two are making out too intensely and they fog up (it’s adorable);

- Having you on his lap, one leg to each side of his waist is a personal favorite;

- This boy lovessss to finger you, omg;

- Rich thinks fingering is a mandatory prep for penetration, as to stretch you out a bit before his dick comes in, because “you’re always so tight, doll, I need to make sure you can take it, you know?”

- Trashmouth knows exactly what to say to get you wet through your panties. There’s lots of degrading, but usually a little praise at the end too.

- Expect to hear things along the lines of “you’re such a little slut for me, aren’t you? All desperate and soaked like that… tsc, tsc, those people who see you looking so ladylike and poised on the street have no idea how much of a whore you are”

- He’s very keen on driving you completely insane during foreplay - dirty words whispered to your ears, very light touches to get your skin tingly and sensitive, some tease and denial as well if he’s not too worked up and desperate to have you;

- His thrusts are mostly slow and steady, he only picks up the pace when you’re satisfied;

- Richie loves to cum in your mouth. Being so talkative and such an oral person in general, nothing grants him a better orgasm than gushing his warm seed into your mouth and having you swallow it;

- Aftercare is really important for him. Cuddles and gentle talking are always on the menu, and even some lighter kisses if you’re in the mood. He’ll always make you laugh too, not only because he’s a goofball, but also cause your laugh is his favorite sound - followed closely by your moans.

211 notes · View notes

jettsecret · 7 months ago

Text

So, I make all of my devices look like old windows operating systems, usually Win7 cuz I'm a big fan of Aero Glass. I've got my Win11 laptop looking like XP, My Linux Dual Boot on pink Win7, My Linux Tablet on Blue Win7, and now my Win 11 desktop on pink Win7.

Here's how I do it.

For windows 10/11 there are a few ways. WindowBlinds 11 (WB11) is a good resource for this, but it's a paid program. Which kinda sucks. If you can't afford it you can find my sympathies in a button on my neocities. In an unrelated note, there's a github user named Discriminating who does some pretty cool windows styling programs. WB11 is how I style my two windows devices. The aero glass styling is done through WindowBlinds and also Start11, another Stardock program. The style I used for that is Aero 11 (set to blush :3) For the XP system (and older if you want it) I use RetroBar to style the taskbar and OpenShell to style the start menu. The WB11 style I use is eXperience11, but there are others as well. Of course, for MSN/Windows Live Messenger I use Escargot but if you're more into AIM or Yahoo! Messenger then you can check out their companion project Nina. You'll of course have to fiddle around with settings but eventually you'll get it looking good. If you want to go crazy with customization there is also Customizer God, however I've had no success getting it to work on Windows 11.

Linux is the easiest to configure to make look retro. Specifically you want to use some kind of KDE Plasma version of Linux. I use Kubuntu. Basically all you have to do for these is dig around in the app store for themes relating to "aero" "aero glass" and "windows 7" and apply them until you're happy. I don't really have any specific suggestions for that but it's very easy to do if you install Kubuntu or any KDE Plasma Linux. Basically you can find anything and everything you need in it.

There's one other thing I've not yet been able to set up but it's on my radar for my campus computer: ReactOS. I'll make another post when I'm able to try it out but if you're curious go nuts, install it in a virtual box or on a usb or directly over your main drive. God is your oyster.

One last thing, Space Cadet Pinball still runs perfectly on Windows 11

Edit: Suggested by @tetrachromacy4 (thx~!!!) GadgetPack offers a windows 7 sidebar. It is listed as 7/8/10 compatible so it will likely work on windows 11 but I have not yet tested it.

#oldweb #old web #old internet #internet nostalgia #old tech #old graphics #windows xp #windows 7 #y2k nostalgia #y2kcore #y2k aesthetic

249 notes · View notes

beautifulandsodeprived · 9 months ago

Text

*at a restaurant*

Wylan, in disguise: Hi, what can I get you?

Kanej's kid: erm, what do you have?

Wylan, squinting and desperately trying to read the menu: *glances at Kaz* Errrrrrrrrrrrr we have like...erm,...

Kaz: *glances back*

Kanej's kid: Hey! Uncle Wylan???? WHAT ARE YOU DOIGN HERE???

Kanej's kid: *spots Nina and Matthias trying to pretend they're another couple at the restaurant* AUNT NINA??? UNCLE MATTHIAS???

238 notes · View notes

megalony · 1 year ago

Text

Model Patients

This is an Evan x Reader x Eddie imagine, based on a lovely anon request, kind of like my Doctor Diaz fic. I hope you will all like it I loved writing this. Let me know what you think.

Taglist: @justagirlthatlovedtoread @musicistheway @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @luula @missdreamofendless @bradleybeachbabe @woderfulkawaii @amberpanda99 @daggersquadphantom @marvel-and-chicago-fan @angryknightstatesmantrash @minjix @lyjen @kmc1989 @itsmytimetoodream @noonenuts @hiireadstuff @ashie-babie @classyunknownlover @jayyeahthatsme @sp1ritssz @dumb-fawkin-bitch @oliverstarksbae @gimatida @heart-35 @supernaturalstilinski @stefansalvatoresgf @kyky9103 @wutheringhearts2275 @gay4hotmilfs @itshamleth @chaoticnosleepinfluencer @gs29 @wh0reforsmutstuff @mel-vaz @natashamea18 @chrisevansdaughter @alexandra8484 @deena-beena-weena @targaryenluvs @shelbygeek @kpoplover-19 @marvelmenarebeautiful @gillybear17

Eddie Diaz Masterlist

Evan Buckley Masterlist

Summary: When (Y/n), Eddie and all their kids bar one get food poisoning, Evan has to look after them all. And he loves it.

Enjoy.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Eddie leaned forward and slumped his elbows down on the table, but his eyes flitted to the right to look at the girls sat next to him.

The sight of (Y/n) swaying Nina from side to side in her arms made Eddie's lips curve up into a grin. It was something that Eddie and Evan would never get tired of seeing, which was a good thing considering the three of them had five kids in total now.

And Nina was by far their easiest baby, she didn't fuss, she barely cried and she settled for her naps almost straight away. And she didn't care which parent or person was holding her. All the team had been able to hold and cuddle Nina for ages and she didn't fuss or cry or scream out.

When they had Lois, she was attached to (Y/n), if Eddie or Evan held her for too long she would cry out for her mum. And Eddie knew that had hurt Evan. She was his first baby and he couldn't cradle her all night long like he wanted.

Pete had been a fussy baby, but he had colic so he was always unsettled and crying because he was in pain. They wouldn't have been able to bring him out to a restaurant like this when he was one month old like they could Nina.

Grace had been a daddy's girl through and through and she still was. If Eddie passed her to Evan, she didn't fuss. But if he passed her to (Y/n) she would wake up immediately and if Bobby held her, she knew instantly that it wasn't one of her dads and she would scream.

"Daddy…"

Shifting his eyes from (Y/n) to the highchair resting between them, Eddie smiled softly at Grace. She dropped the children's menu they had put in front of her and held her arms out expectingly.

She made grabby fists in his direction and began to whimper, shedding superficial tears until Eddie sighed and gave in. He unclipped the buckle around her waist and lifted her out the highchair. He knew she wouldn't sit in it for long. They hadn't even ordered yet and she was making a fuss so she could be cuddled instead.

"Come here then," He murmured as he lifted her up and sat her down on his lap, letting her burrow into his chest. Her fingers started to trace over the tattoo on his right arm and she smiled when Eddie leaned his chin on the top of her head.

"What do you fancy, baby?" (Y/n) shifted Nina a little higher in the crook of her arm and looked down at Pete who was sat next to her, tucked up into her side.

Evan was next to Pete, Lois was sat on his lap and Chris was wedged happily between both dads.

Pete shrugged his shoulders and took anothher look over the menu, but he didn't know what to have. He didn't always like what was on the children's menu, he wanted to be like Chris and Lois who always chose of the adult menu. Even though Lois was only one year older than Pete; she was six and he was five.

"Wanna share some pasta?" (Y/n) turned and pushed her chair back so she could ease the newborn down into the pram behind her. Nina was settled now and she'd had a bottle just before they came out, she should sleep through now until they got her back home. And if not, (Y/n) knew Evan would be up and over to take her before her or Eddie could move an inch.

When Pete nodded and smiled, (Y/n) put the menu back in the middle of the table and looked round at the rest of her family.

"Pasta." Chris agreed and smiled when Eddie nodded and muttered "We'll have that too," Referring to him and Grace. She was a fussy eater but she would pick at whatever Eddie ate and if they shared it, she would be more inclined to eat.

"We having pasta too, papa?"

"You can have that if you want baby, I'll have cottage pie." Evan let Lois shuffle back into him and lean her head back on his shoulder.

Pasta was the main dish Bobby had been cooking on almost every shift this week and Evan was done with it. He'd had spag bol, mac and cheese, carbonara. He was finished with pasta, the sight was making him feel queasy and he needed something else.

"That makes you the odd one out." Eddie commented with a grin while Evan rolled his eyes and pretended to laugh.

He was more than happy being the odd one out if the rest of them wanted to get red sauce stained all down their clothes and make a mess while they were out in public.

Evan would rather play it safe.

***

(Y/n) pressed her palm into the wall and used it as leverage to propell herself from the bedroom. Her feet crumpled beneath her and her legs felt like they had turned to jelly as she stumbled down the hall towards the bathroom.

Her forehead pressed against the wood and she gave it a shove but her throat tightened when the door didn't open. She bashed her knuckles on the door and slumped her body against it, wondering which of her family was held up inside.

"Occupied." Eddie's grumbled response came through the door and (Y/n) couldn't help but cry in response.

"I- I- Eddie please! Emergency!" (Y/n)'s gurgled response and the way she started to gag and croak told Eddie she was going to be sick. Whether or not he opened the door, (Y/n) would be sick and she would rather throw up in the sink or in the very least, on the bathroom floor rather than out here on the carpet.

As soon as the lock clicked, (Y/n) stumbled in but she froze when she turned towards the toilet.

Chris was in here too. The twelve-year-old was knelt down on the floor, hunched over with his hands on the toilet and his head in the bowl.

And then there was Eddie. He was sat with his back against the wall on the left side of the door, his feet wedged up against the bottom of the toilet. His arms were bound around his legs that were coiled up to his stomach and his forehead had been resting on his knees until (Y/n) rushed in.

He looked terrible. His skin had lost all colour, he was reduced to an ungodly shade of grey (Y/n) only ever saw on him when he was ill or when he had been in hospital after he got shot. His eyes were rimmed with dark purple and black streaks. His lips were no longer a loving shade of ruby red but were now pale and almost hazy blue. And his body was shaking back and forth against the wall.

(Y/n) couldn't spend long looking at one of her boys. She spared Chris and Eddie a glance before she turned to the right and grabbed the sink just in time to throw up. Her chest imbedded into the edge of the sink and her fingers scratched into the cold porcelean.

She coughed, heaved and gasped as she tried to breathe but couldn't fathom how when she couldn't stop throwing up.

"Mum sick too?" Chris lifted his head from the toilet and looked tiredly over his shoulder. He too had no colour to his skin, his complexion was pale, his eyes were half lidded and he was starting to sweat.

A quiet whine left Chris's lips when Eddie nudged him to the side, grunting as he parted his knees to the side and leant over to throw up into the toilet.

Eddie spat into the toilet and flopped back, letting his head bang against the wall with a loud thud. He gasped for breath, but when he looked across at (Y/n) and noticed her barely able to keep herself stood up, he flinched.

"Oh God… Evan! Babe!" Eddie hollered as loudly as he could but his voice was croaky and his throat felt inflamed.

He let his left arm slump back over his knees that were pinned into his throbbing stomach. But he moved his right hand, clenching it into a fist so he could ram his fist on the wall. He hit the wall a few times, loud enough to make an echo course throughout the house. They needed some help.

"What's… going on?"

The door opened again but Evan didn't dare step inside. He darted his eyes between the boys and (Y/n) who finally pulled away from the sink. But Evan shivered when he watched her knees quake and she used the sink as leverage to lower herself down to the floor. Her legs curled beneath her and she let her head press against the sink that felt refreshing and cold against her clammy skin.

"You okay?" The way Eddie tilted his head to one side and looked up at Evan made him shiver.

"Me? I'm good, but you two look like death on legs."

"I th- I think we've got food poisoning, Pete's sick too. Go c-check the girls." Eddie grimaced and closed his eyes when the bathroom light started to become far too bright for his eyes.

If Evan was alright, Eddie would guess they all got some sort of food poisoning from the pasta they ate last night. They all had the same thing and if Evan was fine, then that seemed to cement things.

When Chris started crying out for Eddie, he practically crawled into the boy's room. He found Chris struggling to get out of bed, feeling horrid and his stomach aching. And poor Pete was curled up in bed, shivering and whimpering saying his stomach hurt.

"Oh fuck, okay hang tight." Evan spun on his heels and darted out of the bathroom. He would be back to carry them all back to bed in a minute, once he'd checked on the rest of the kids.

He poked his head around the boy's door since it was open and he wanted to see if Pete had been sick or if he was still asleep. He had about four teddies cuddled to his chest, he was shaking and the little whimpers he let out told Evan that he was indeed awake. But he was somewhat settled for now and Evan would come back to give him some medicine soon.

Bypassing their room, Evan headed into the girl's room and flicked on the light. He didn't like what he was faced with.

"Papa, I don't feel well." Lois whimpered, nuzzling her face into the pillow but she couldn't get back to sleep now. Her tummy hurt, it felt like her insides were twisting in knots and she wasn't sure if she needed to go to the toilet or throw up.

Evan couldn't help the way his lips pulled into a grimace when he looked between Lois and the floor.

Sometime during the night, she had thrown up on the floor and clearly, she didn't remember or realise she'd done it.

"I know baby girl, no one's well today. Um, why don't you go hop in our bed while I sort out? Mum and daddy will be back in bed in a minute."

His eyes followed her as she groggily sat up and shuffled out of bed, but the moment Lois looked down and realised she had thrown up during the night, her face fell. Her lips parted and tears welled in her eyes before she hurriedly looked up at Evan. "I'm sorry, I- I didn't mean to."

"It's alright baby, hey it's okay. Go get Pete and tell him to get in our bed, I want you all where I can look after you." When she shuffled past him, Evan leaned over and kissed the top of her head. He didn't want her apologising when she couldn't help it.

He figured all his family were going to be held up in bed for the next few days and he was going to have to call Bobby and ask for a few days off. If all the kids- minus Nina who was only a month old- were ill and both Eddie and (Y/n) were out of action, that left Evan to care for them. Something he secretly loved doing.

His attention turned to the cot on the other side of the room and he headed over to see if Grace was okay or not. She had eaten about half of Eddie's dinner last night so Evan would guess she was going to be sick too.

"Papa," Grace tried to stand up in her cot and she held her arms out for him. She looked very flushed and her eyes were red and puffy as she sobbed. He knew she had been fine when he put her to bed last night and when (Y/n) checked on her this morning while she was up with Nina.

"Come here, baby-cake."

Reaching down, Evan gently scooped her up but he grimaced and his nose crinkled when she threw up on him. Right on his chest. Right in the centre of his shirt. He thanked God he had gone to bed in pyjamas last night and not just his boxers or he might have thrown up too.

A horrid scream gurgled past Grace's lips when Evan set her back down in the cot. "Baby- shh just one second, please." He carefully reeled his shirt over his head and dumped it on the floor, he would get Grace in bed and then clean up. "I'm here, okay I'm here. Let's go get everyone else, you're all having a day in bed."

"With you?"

"I'm playing doctor today, baby-cake."

Evan headed out the room but he juggled Grace higher on his chest when she wrapped her arms around his neck. She wasn't going to let him put her down. He aimed for the bathroom and his lips pressed into a thin line when he looked between them all.

"Baby, sit with daddy look. Careful, she's just thrown up on me." He leaned down and eased Grace into Eddie's arms.

A groan tumbled past Eddie's lips when Grace sat on his stomach and flopped forward onto his chest. Her head tucked beneath his chin and she scrunched his shirt up in her hands, sniffling into his neck. He moved his hand to cradle her bum and rubbed his other palm up and down her back.

"Shh, s'okay. Dad's gonna look after us all today, hm?" He pressed his lips to the top of Grace's head and when he looked up at Evan, he saw him grin in their direction.

(Y/n) coiled both arms around her waist and pressed down until she was about to explode. Her stomach was physically twisting. Her throat burned like she had swallowed bleach and she wanted nothing more than to go to sleep but her body was aching too much for that to happen. She was in agony.

She felt tears burning in her eyes when Evan crouched down beside her and pressed a sloppy kiss to her cheek. At least with them all having food poisoning, it couldn't be passed onto Evan or Nina. So he could kiss and cuddle them all he liked and not make himself sick. It was a good job he had chosen something different to eat last night.

His arms wound around her and he effortlessly scooped her up. He could see from how she was practically laid on the floor that she wasn't going to be able to walk back to bed. And he didn't want to waste time trying to support her to walk when he could just carry her instead.

"Eight of us in this house, and only me and the baby are alright."

***

"There we go. You're a good girl, hm?" A tender smile flooded Evan's face as he looked down at the newborn in his arms.

He let his weight fall back until his hips bumped into the kitchen counter and he crossed one leg over the other. He had Nina cuddled up in his left arm, her eyes half-lidded as she was starting to fall back into another nap which didn't surprise Evan. While he had been bustling about the house for the last hour, she had been awake and gurgling into his chest.

He put the washing on, cleaned up and tidied all the bedrooms and made something to eat. He had been out for a drive a little while ago and Nina had slept through the whole ride.

Carefully, he removed the bottle from her lips and set it down on the side so he could shift Nina up onto his chest. He felt her hand begin to tap against his chest while her chin perched on his shoulder and her soft breaths fanned against his neck.

Even though he had been looking after everyone in the house, it had been a little strange but wonderful for Evan to get sone one to one time with Nina. (Y/n) and Eddie could barely stay awake other than to throw up or groan and shuffle around in bed. They were occupied trying to settle the rest of the kids and keep them calm.

So Nina had been Evan's priority because he was fine to change her and feed her and coo and entertain her.

"We're alright aren't we, baby girl? We didn't eat the pasta." He murmured softly while he smoothed his hand up and down her back and turned around to face the kitchen counter. "Alright, we need some medicine for everyone, and you can go lay with mummy."

His left arm moved up and down to sway Nina against his chest and shoulder and he grabbed the medicine bottles from the cupboard. He had been dosing them all up every four hours but Pete and Grace were horrid when it came to taking their medicine. And so was (Y/n) when she threw it up earlier and Eddie felt drowsy after taking his painkillers.

Once all the medicine was laid out on the counter, Evan moved his right hand to cradle the back of Nina's head and he walked out of the kitchen, past the dining room and into he lounge.

Yesterday, everyone had been held up in bed and they mostly slept and threw up. But when Pete and Lois projectile vomited all over the bed this morning, Evan evicted them. They were lucky that they had two large sofas in the living room and one of them was a sofa bed. So Evan had pulled the bed out and everyone was in the lounge. Curtains closed, Disney movies stacked and layered the floor and blankets and pillows were strewn about everywhere.

His heart softened when he looked at his unwell, bed-ridden family.

Eddie was wedged in the left corner, half propped up by at least three pillows. He had been burning up all night so he was laid in his boxers and nothing else which was a sight Evan was happily drinking in whenever he could. He had Grace curled up on his chest, her head tucked right against his neck under his chin and his arms were wound around her.

Pete and Lois were squashed in the middle, sniffing and squirming every now and then. Neither of them had slept well during the night. Chris was laid across the foot of the bed, propped up on two pillows as he laid on his stomach to try and relieve the pain he felt.

And (Y/n) was huddled right in the other corner of the bed, her head buried in a pillow. Her arms were wound around her waist, her knees were slightly coiled up and she had a blanket tucked around her since she was cold and the others were burning. She was wearing a pair of Evan's jogging bottoms and one of his grey lounge shirts.

"She's having a nap, do you want her for a bit?"

A small, strained smile pulled at (Y/n)'s lips and she nodded, if a bit gruffly and held her arms out. She hadn't spent a lot of time with Nina this last day.

She let Evan lean over her and when he was close enough, she tilted her head back and pressed her lips against his neck. She breathed in his scent and nudged her nose into his skin which caused a laugh to vibrate through his chest and down to her. He eased Nina onto her chest and kissed her head before he leaned up and kissed (Y/n)'s lips.

(Y/n) tilted her head down and pressed her chapped lips to the top of Nina's head who was quietly yawning and smacking her lips together.

She stayed cuddled up with Nina but she lifted her gaze to watch Evan drift out of the room and come back a few moments later.

Medicine time.

"Alright, let's get you all sorted. Chris?"

The eldest gingerly lifted his head and pushed up onto his knees on the bed so he wasn't lying down. His hands moved to his knees and his nose scrunched up when Evan held out the small syringe of calpol medicine. He grimaced and shook his head after he'd taken both doses and quickly flopped down onto his stomach. He knew the rules, they had to let their medicine settle for at least five minutes before they had a drink to wash it down.

"Lois, baby?" Evan sat down on the end of the bed near Eddie's feet and motioned for Lois to move over to him but she shook her head. She shifted to the side and tried to burrow herself under Eddie's arm.

"Medicine or you go in your own bed tonight." Eddie warned and shifted his arms tighter around Grace so Lois couldn't hide behind him. She couldn't have the privillege of staying here with them now or tonight if she didn't take her meds. She would only feel worse if she refused.

They were all still being sick. They managed lunch and dinner yesterday but started throwing up during the night again. And both Eddie and (Y/n) weren't doing well on intaking any fluids.

With a grumble and a whine that made her nose scrunch up and look like (Y/n), Lois crawled down the middle of the bed until she was slumped next to Evan's knee.

The moment she took the medicine, Lois started to cough and her throat tightened as she began to gag. Evan looped his hands beneath her arms and lifted her up until she was stood between his legs. He let her slump her head on his shoulder and he smoothed his hand up and down her back to try and coax her to calm down. If she panicked and gagged she would definitely be sick.

"Good girl." He kept her leant on his chest while he filled another syringe and waved his hand for Pete to come over to him.

Pete could barely keep his eyes open. He leaned forward with his legs crossed beneath him and his arms limp on his lap. He managed to keep his head up, coughed as he took his medicine, then flopped back down with a groan.

"Okay, and one for baby-cake." Evan held out the syringe to Eddie since the two of them were cuddled together.

"Have this baby, then you can have some juice." Eddie tilted his head to the side and brushed his finger over Grace's cheek to coax her into opening her eyes. He didn't mind her staying curled up on his chest as long as she took her medicine.

It worked to his advantage that she didn't seem to know what was going on as she was half asleep. when Eddie pressed the medicine to her lips, she accepted it before she started to whimper and tuck herself more into his neck.

"Now you two."

"No, Evan I can't, I- I'll throw it up."

"Mi amor, if the kids had to then so do you." Eddie flopped his head back against the pillow and turned to look over at (Y/n). He knew she was worried about being sick but she had to try.

(Y/n) grimaced and made sure Nina was settled on her chest before she took the spoon Evan held out to her. With her eyes closed, (Y/n) chugged the medicine as quickly as she could and shivered when she felt her stomach twist, she really felt sick now.

Her hand pressed to her mouth and she tilted her head back, shoulders quaking as she swallowed at least three times so she didn't throw it up.

Reaching out, Eddie took the spoon and downed the medicine, shaking his head and cracking his jaw as he groaned at the taste. But he would take anything if it stopped him throwing up and having the taste of acid and bile at the back of his throat.

"See, you've all been model patients." Evan perched his chin on Lois's shoulder and pressed a sloppy kiss to her cheek to make her smile. "I got some fluid IVs from the station earlier, like you said. Want me to hook you both up to one? I got those things too… diuretics, since none of you are keeping any fluids down."

Evan had gone to the station to have a word with Bobby, just to make sure Eddie had the rest of the week off and Evan had the next four days. While he was there, he let the team steal Nina for a cuddle and he went in the back and found some saline bags and IV lines and needles. He knew neither of his partners were managing to keep much fluids down and they had thrown up all their meals yesterday.

He needed some in case the kids got any worse too. And he found diuretics to give to all of them except Grace as she was only a toddler. It would give all of them some vitamins and essentials and keep them boosted with all the throwing up they had done between them.

"Hook us up, I feel like shit."

Evan reached his hand down and bashed Eddie's thigh, muttering a quiet 'language' and frowning playfully at him.

"Alright, whoever wants a bath shuffle off the bed and wait in the hall please. That way we have no wires getting pulled out." A bath might make the kids feel better and more inclined to sleep. And it would let Eddie and (Y/n) have a while to themselves to be on a drip without anyone wriggling around or lying on the wires and pulling them out.

Lois tiredly shuffled out of Evan's arms and flopped down to her feet but she could barely hold herself up. She shuffled into the hall while Pete gruffly followed along, dragging his feet behind him.

"Go get a bath, girlie." Eddie gently pulled Grace off his chest and leaned over to set her down on her feet. She swayed as she waddled over and took Lois's hand, clinging to her sister until Evan came back. She wanted one of her parents, she wanted love and attention and cuddles galore.

"Babe…" (Y/n) shuffled across the bed and moved her arms towards Eddie who faintly smiled and reached out for Nina. He was fine with needles whereas (Y/n) wasn't a fan and it made her feel lightheaded. When she had her bloods taken at the doctors, the boys always had to go with her as she had a tendency to faint.

(Y/n) shuffled down and tucked her face into Eddie's shoulder, kissing his bare skin as she dragged her blanket higher around her. A smile pulled at her lips when Chris moved up and snuggled himself down into the corner where (Y/n) had just been sitting so she was now between two of her boys.

Tilting his head to the side, Eddie pressed a kiss to the top of (Y/n)'s head and started to run one hand up and down Nina's back. She was well and truly off to sleep now but she could stay with them a while longer and have a cuddle before she went in her cot.

When Evan came back with the bag of goodies Hen had graceously helped him rob from the station, he sat down next to Eddie's thigh. He took his chance to cup Eddie's chin in his hand and tilt his head up for a kiss. He was overjoyed that food poisoning couldn't be contagious like a sickness bug, it meant Evan could kiss and snuggle his partners all he liked without getting ill himself.

"I look like shit," Eddie murmured with a raised brow. He knew he looked far from his best and he felt like he was on death's door, but the goofy smile and the flash of teeth made Eddie's stomach flip.

"Hm, you look good to me." Evan stole another kiss and took the chance to bite down on Eddie's lip just to make him groan. "Where'd you want it?"

A tired, lopsided smile pulled at Eddie's lips and he kept his left hand on Nina's back while he held his right hand out to Evan. If the IV was on his right hand, he could rest his arm on the edge of the sofa bed or on a cushion so none of the kids bumped into him or pulled it out by mistake. And it meant he could loop his left arm around (Y/n) or the kids if he wanted to.

Eddie closed his eyes and pressed his lips against the top of (Y/n)'s head. Breathing into her hair and focusing on the feeling of her lips pressing hollow kisses up and down his shoulder and over as much of his neck as she could reach.

He stayed still and patient while Evan swiped an anticeptic wipe across the back of his hand and poked around to find a good vein. He found one and got out a needle and cap.

"Here you go, babe." His thumb pressed down on the back of Eddie's hand over the vein and he carefully inserted the needle. He tore off two pieces of medical tape to secure it in place and attached the fluid line.

Evan took the opportunity to lean over Eddie, give him another searing kiss and place the IV bag on the back of the sofa behind the pillows. He made sure the wire wasn't tangled or crumpled and it was wide open. Being behind the pillows stopped any of the kids from playing with it or bursting it when they came back.

"Your turn," Evan spoke gently and smiled when (Y/n) placed her right hand on his thigh while her left hand stayed curled around Eddie's bicep. She kept her cheek resting on his shoulder and shuffled a bit higher so her lips and nose could brush against Eddie's neck. She didn't want to see the needle go into her skin.

She felt Evan swab the back of her hand and poke around to find a suitable vein. But the moment the needle capped into her vein, (Y/n) could feel her stomach giving an awful twist and she scrunched her nose and pushed further into Eddie.

It felt like her pulse was throbbing under every inch of her skin and her head started to pound and feel like it was building up ready to explode.

"All done-"

Eddie groaned and brought his knees up near his stomach out of shock and instinct when (Y/n)'s forehead bashed into the side of his neck. He struggled to take a proper breath and he tried to keep his eyes on Evan when he felt (Y/n) slump and loll against his left arm.

She'd fainted.

"Oh God, come here," Evan moved the IV tube around the back of (Y/n) and tucked the saline bag behind the pillows next to Eddie's one.

He slipped a hand beneath her neck and Eddie's shoulder and gently reeled her up away from Eddie so she could slump back into the pillows. Evan expected a similar reaction, especially considering she didn't do well with needles and she hadn't eaten anything which would make her more lightheaded than usual.

He gently eased her back into the den of pillows and let her head slump to the right near Eddie. She would come around in a moment.

"Look after your mum for me while I do bath time." Evan murmured as he leaned over and kissed the top of Chris's head.

Chris leaned to the right, wrapping an arm around (Y/n)'s waist and leaning his head on her arm. He grinned when Evan kissed (Y/n)'s temple, then moved to do the same to Eddie and Nina before he climbed off the bed. Three of their five kids were waiting patiently to get a bath.

And when Evan looked across at them, his smile softened like butter. Lois was swaying back and forth on her heels, trying to stay awake and upright but she looked like she was about to collapse. Pete was leaning back against the wall with an arm around his stomach and his thumb between his teeth. Then there was Grace. The toddler was sat on the floor with tired eyes and her arms stretched up in Evan's direction.

"Bathroom, troop."

He leaned down and scooped Grace up so he could sit her on his hip while Lois and Pete walked in front of him towards the bathroom. Their movements were sluggish and their feet were shuffling along behind them, they were growing tired.

It made Evan's heart soften to see Lois and Pete slump down on the bath mat and lean their heads on the edge of the bath. They looked just like they were about to fall asleep and it made him smile. He turned on the bath and let Lois add half a bottle of bubbles.

"Let's get some pjs," He spoke quietly into Grace's hair and headed into the girl's room to find them some clothes to change into.

Evan crouched down in front of the bath, pressing his knees into the bottom of the tub while he turned off the taps and nodded for Pete and Lois to climb in. He tried to unlatch Grace's arms from his neck but she held tight, tucking her face into his neck as she grumbled.

"No."

"Oh, come on girlie, you'll feel better." Evan leaned over and fought hard to undo Grace's hold over his neck that was beginning to ache. Finally, she seemed to relent and flopped her arms down into the bath, splashing bubbles up high into the air.

Grimacing, Evan pulled back and sighed. He reeled his shirt up over his head and tossed it into the wash basket. They could splash him all they wanted today and he wouldn't fuss, as long as the kids felt better and smiled.

His arms folded on the side of the bath and he perched his chin on his arms, smiling when Pete turned around and placed a wad of bubbles right on the end of his nose.

"Thanks, buddy." He mumbled softly and reached a hand down into the water to grab a fistful of bubbles and splatter them onto Pete's hair.

His eyes cast down to Grace who was sat in the centre of the bath, right in front of him and he frowned when she reached up and patted his cheek. "Shave." She whispered, causing Evan to grin despite his confusion.

"I shaved this morning, I'll have you know." He moved his hand to run along his chin and down his neck. Evan shaved every morning. He didn't like facial hair, he never tried to grow a beard because the one time he did when Lois was a toddler, she cried when she saw his beard. Since then, he always shaved.

Whereas the kids didn't seem to mind when Eddie grew out his facial hair. But they were all used to Eddie having stubble most of the time so a beard wasn't a lot different. Both men had taken to shaving every day recently.

"No, shave."

His lips curled into a frown and his eyes narrowed down on his little girl, but a quiet grumble left his lips when he realised what she meant.

Grace found a handful of bubbles and smeared them all along Evan's face, lips and down his neck until he was coughing and snorting lavender bubbles. She then dabbed her hand in the water, and very carefully started to brush her index finger through the bubbles. She was pretending to shave him.

Evan stayed still and silent, closing his eyes for a moment when grace swiped the bubbles rather close to his eyes over his cheekbones. And he tilted his head back to let her clean the bubbles from down his neck.

Her gentle touch was soft and rather precise and delicate and Evan found himself smiling brightly. He was so used to the kids messing and tracing over all his various tattoos, but this was different.

"All done." Grave dipped both her hands in the warm water and planted them down on Evan's face, patting him like she was pretending to apply cream to his face.

"Is that better, baby-cake?"

Grace nodded with a tired smile before she leaned her head forward and pressed her cheek down into his arm. She curled both hands around Evan's arm that was dangling in the water and leaned on his other arm. Her eyes fell closed and she curled up in the water as if she was lying in his arms.

Leaning down, Evan kissed the top of her head and slid both hands into the water. One arm stayed around her front while his other hand reached out to mess with the bath toys Lois was pushing around the water.

The eldest girl was laid back so the water was up to her chin and she was tossing the rubber toys back and forth, but she wasn't really bothered with them. She was too tired to play which told Evan she really was ill. And Pete wasn't much better.

He leaned over and slumped himself against Evan's free arm and closed his eyes.

"Have we all had enough?" Evan mumbled quietly, looking around the three of them who all nodded. "Alright, one… two… three." He helped each of them out and handed them a towel, but a sigh passed through his lips when he looked down at Pete.

He flopped across Evan's lap, curling up with his arms around his middle and his head on Evan's jogging bottoms. The material turned a dark shade of grey and Evan tried not to grimace at the feeling of his bottoms now sticking to his legs. He knew Pete couldn't help it, he was sick and almost asleep.

"No… no! Papa mine!" Grace tried to nudge Pete off of Evan's lap but she stopped when Evan wrapped a towel around her and moved her to stand at his side.

"No, jealous bum, you can share me."

He wrapped a towel over Pete who seemed content just to wait and lie where he was. While Lois got herself dried and dressed, Evan dried Grace and looked around for her pull-up and pyjamas.

Grace flopped down on her back and kicked her legs out at Evan with the last little bit of energy she had. A smile on her face and a squeal passing her lips when Evan caught both her ankles in one hand and tugged her closer. He slipped on her pull-up and fought to get her into her onesie when she wriggled around on her back like a worm, just to wind him up and be cheeky.

"Go find daddy." Evan murmured as he lifted Grace to her feet and sent her on her way with a kiss on her temple.

She followed Lois out the bathroom, both respectively shouting for (Y/n) and Eddie.

"Pete… and you're asleep."

With his hands beneath Pete's arms, he carefully shuffled Pete off his lap and onto the bath mat in front of him. He dried him off and easily got him into his pyjamas while Pete barely turned his head or made a sound.

"I guess you're mine this afternoon buddy, hm?" Evan carefully lifted Pete up and settled him down on his chest with his face tucked into Evan's neck. He smoothed his hand up and down Pete's back as he walked down the hall and back into the living room towards the rest of his family.

A burning smile flooded Evan's face when he looked over them all. Eddie still had Nina curled up on his chest, but he now had Grace under his right arm and she had one hand on Nina's back as if she was soothing the youngest girl to sleep. (Y/n) had Lois curled up between her legs and Chris still attached to her left side.

Moving over, Evan sat down next to Chris and did his best to wedge himself into the tiny space at the end between Chris and the arm of the sofa. He kept Pete curled up on his chest and draped a blanket around them both.

"I think I'm rather good at playing doctor, don't you?"

#eddie diaz x reader #imagine #911 imagine #evan buckley #evan buckley x reader #evan buckley imagine #buck imagine #buck x reader #eddie diaz imagine #eddie x reader #eddie x buck #buck x eddie

457 notes · View notes

trulybetty · 2 months ago

Text

once is all it takes | V : contiguity

pairings: eventual jack abbot x f!reader, f!reader x emery walsh, jack abbot x emery walsh, jack abbot x f!reader x emery walsh word count: 2,863 warnings: series as a whole 18+, mentions of alcohol, reader drinks wine, lots of flirting, realizing of feelings, the calm before the storm, emery & jack come with their own warnings ao3: linked ⤷ series masterlist

The night air was heavy with heat. The kind of heat that feels like it’s pressing down on you with a hand against the back of your neck—humid, heavy, not quite miserable yet, but enough that every breeze feels like a small miracle and a reprieve.

Wednesday night had brought a storm. Instead of breaking the heat, it had just turned up the thermostat. So by the time Saturday night rolled around, the heat felt like a fresh blooming bruise—pulsing and poised to linger, leaving a mark.

The fairy lights over your modest balcony wink sleepily, their glow a modest light in the fading daylight.

Both balcony doors are wide open, and the old fan in the corner is doing its best to stir whatever air is left inside. It’s failing—but the wine helps.

So does Emery.

Emery’s laugh floats in from outside. You’re in the kitchen putting together a jug of sangria. She’d arrived with a paper bag in one hand, filled with the supplies to make more than enough for the night, and in the other, a takeout menu for a new tapas place. She’d shoved the drink ingredients into your hands, declaring her only responsibilities were ordering food and being stellar company.

And she’d delivered on both.

Her dark hair is twisted up off of her neck in a loose knot, soft curls sticking to the back of her neck in the heat. She looks like she belongs there—her bare legs stretched out on the chair across from her—barefoot and tanned. Linen shirt knotted at the waist, the collar doing the bare minimum of staying up on her shoulder, highlighting the cluster of freckles that adorn her collarbone. Shorts that are technically decent, but only just. The kind of outfit that breathes easily in this heat, that invites sweat and slow touches. The kind of thing that shouldn’t do anything to you.

And yet—

“You really should call your landlord about the aircon,” she says, pulling you out of your head—flicking a bug off of her shin without looking. “This place has character, but I’m not in the mood to melt for the aesthetic.”

You almost open your mouth to say it works in the bedroom, but close it instead and pick up the jug of sangria you’d been working on and go back out to join Emery.

“You say that like he’ll do something.”

“I say that because I’m invested in your survival.” Her eyes flick to the jug in your hand. “And my own. Plus, your apartment is closer to the hospital and the good sushi place.”

You laugh, throat low, as you pour the sangria. You watch condensation bead on the outside of the glass while Emery leans back, stretching slowly like a cat. She grins, sharp-eyed and satisfied, and there it is again—that little hum. The one that isn’t new, but is starting to take a different shape.

She’s always been a little tactile. Always teased. Always held your gaze just a breath too long.

Someone in one of the apartments below is playing Nina Simone. The music doesn’t carry clearly, but it’s loud enough that you can feel it—low, slow, and sultry.

“You should’ve used a Spanish red,” she says, peering into her glass judgmentally.

“You should’ve brought it,” you reply, equally dry.

“I brought the ingredients,” she counters, nodding behind you toward your kitchen where the blood oranges, muddled berries, and half-empty bottle of cheap brandy still sit on the counter. “And a menu, which I handed to you upon arrival like the good guest I am.”

“You handed it to me,” you said as you took a sip of your drink—a little too sweet, “and then said, and I quote, ‘Here’s the food we’re ordering, I’m only here to provide the vibes and to watch you chop things.’”

Emery flashes you a grin, wide and unapologetic. “Exactly.”

The buzzer rings, and Emery groans like it’s a personal affront.

“That’ll be salvation,” she says, already kicking her feet off the chair.

You get up to grab your wallet before she can protest, but she pushes you back down into your seat. She meets the delivery guy herself and pays for dinner. A few minutes later, she returns triumphant, arms loaded with takeout containers, the scent of saffron and garlic trailing behind her.

“You know,” she says, swirling the fruit and ice in her glass with a straw, the table before you both spread full with takeout containers, “I think I liked you better when you hated him.”

You glance at her, popping a piece of cheese in your mouth.

“Jack,” she supplements, smirking.

You raise an eyebrow, though the corner of your mouth threatens a smile.

“Mm,” you finish chewing and swallow, “thought so.”

“You were feisty.” She takes a sip, swallows—you watch her throat. “Now you’re all gooey-eyed and well-laid. Honestly?” she smirks behind her glass, “It’s disappointing.”

You pout, “I’m still feisty.”

Emery offers you a laugh as she looks at you with disbelief, “Mmm,” she murmurs, unconvinced. “You’re happy, babe. It’s not the same thing.”

There’s no bitterness in it. No bite. Just Emery being Emery—able to read you too well, tugging at whatever loose thread she can find to see what it unravels. You reach for the jug between you and top off her glass before your own.

She watches the pour with fascination.

“And now?” you ask.

“Now,” she says slowly, as she lolls her head to the side, the twinkle of the fairy lights strung above you add a sparkle to her eyes, “I’m starting to get used to this version of you. But just as I do, it’ll only be something else. Like you and Jack will adopt a dog or have a kid.”

You laugh—almost choke on your drink.

“Okay, it’s been what, six months? I don’t think we’re anywhere near either of those, if at all.”

“Yet,” she says, her point accentuated with a pop of a green olive between her lips.

You sigh, wanting to change the subject, “Tell me something I don’t know,” you say, turning your head to look at her as you lean back in your chair, “about you.”

Emery lifts a brow, “What kind of something?”

You reach for a piece of flatbread, smear it with hummus, pop it in your mouth. “Dealer’s choice,” you say around the bite, wiping a drop from your lip.

She watches you lick hummus from your thumb. Considers. Then: “I almost got kicked out of the Air Force for threatening to punch a superior officer.”

You blink, “You what?”

“I still stand by the fact it was deserved.”

“Still.”

“It was over a patient,” she adds with a shrug, like that justifies everything—which, to her, it probably does. “He made a comment. I made a correction.”

You smile into your glass, “Why does this not surprise me?”

Emery shrugs, mouth twitching. “Because I’m consistent.”

“Consistently reckless.”

“Consistently principled,” she corrects with a grin. “You’ve known that since day one.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. She always does this—teases until she says something that sticks. Until you have to ask yourself if she meant it.

“So it’s basically your fault for not keeping better company.”

Your friendship and subsequent wine nights were triggered by your first major case after joining the hospital’s legal team. A newly acquired surgeon with more edge than polish, almost hung out to dry by senior leadership over a family’s lawsuit. You’d gone to bat for her hard. And Emery had never forgotten it.

Two weeks later, she’d texted about some unpaid parking tickets. You’d called her ridiculous. She’d called you a killjoy. You’d said you’d think about it, bearing in mind she provided an incentive. She’d shown up with a bottle of white wine. And somehow, that was that.

“I liked that you called the opposing counsel a limp-dicked muppet in open court.”

“You’re misremembering.”

“Oh no,” she says, leaning forward, eyes bright with amusement, “that line is seared into my brain. I think that’s when I fell in love with you.”

She’s looking at you when she says it. Not smiling. Not teasing. Just watching.

The air shifts—barely—but enough that you feel the sweat bead at the back of your knees. A slow awareness rising along your spine.

You laugh, the sound low and loose in your throat. The wine has settled and warmed your chest, blooming lazily in your bloodstream. You feel good. Loose. Emery always brings her brand of chaos when she comes over—never overstays, never takes more than she gives, but always knows how to get under your skin just enough that it leaves you feeling a little flushed. A little untethered.

The kind of loose that lets your eyes linger a second too long.

The kind of warmth that seeps beneath your ribs and settles there, pulsing quietly.

And that’s exactly when the front door opens.

The latch clicks, followed by the creak of the door swinging open. You don’t turn right away. Neither does Emery. She just tilts her head back and groans theatrically, eyes to the sky.

“Oh, come on.”

You’re used to this. Jack doesn’t knock. Hasn’t in months since you pressed your spare key into his hand. Your lives are built around mismatched hours—his nights, your days. So he shows up, whether it’s after a shift or on a rare day off—like today.

“Shit, I didn’t know it was wine night,” he says, voice half-apology, half-amused.

Emery doesn’t even flinch. She raises her glass in a mock toast without turning from the balcony. “Were you hoping for a private audience? Because I’d hate to disappoint.”

There’s a beat. “I can leave.”

You open your mouth—but Emery beats you to it.

“No, you can stay,” she drawls, not even bothering to hide the amusement from her voice, “just as long as you don’t kill the mood.”

You finally glance over your shoulder. He’s in jeans and a grey t-shirt, his backpack still slung over his shoulder, hair damp likely from a shower before he came over. He looks tired—but not hollow like he does after a string of rough nights.

“There’s beer in the fridge,” you say.

Jack holds your gaze for half a second too long. Then nods.

There’s quiet between you and Emery as you listen to the sound of your fridge opening and the rattle of beer bottles before Jack is stepping out onto the balcony like he’s expecting someone to shoo him away. No one does.

“Am I going to be mocked the whole time?” he asks as he slips into the chair next to you.

“Yes,” Emery says, without missing a beat.

You roll your eyes as you reach for the sangria jug. It needs to be refilled, “I’ll be back,” you say, rising from your seat.

Jack’s hand finds your hip, his thumb skirting under the hem of your shirt. He meets your eyes for a breath. The warmth of him always catches you off guard, even in this heat—you lean down and kiss his forehead before you head to the kitchen.

When you return, fresh jug in hand, you refill Emery’s glass before your own. She lifts it toward you in thanks—a small gesture, lazy and easy. Then shifts in her seat, legs draping over your thighs, ankles hooking at your knee like it’s nothing. Like it’s always been this way.

Jack eyes Emery’s stake over you as he takes a slow drag of his beer, the bottle sweating already in the humid heat. He turns to watch the traffic snake along the hill across the way. A trail of brake lights in the darkening night. A siren wails somewhere in the distance. Familiar sounds. Hospital sounds. But you’re all far away enough that it’s just a distant afterthought.

“So, what’s the topic tonight?” Jack asks.

Emery doesn’t answer right away. She just gives him a slow once-over, tongue tucked into her cheek.

“Cultural taboos,” she says. “We were about to dive into how often we all think about taking the Lord’s name in vain during sex.”

Jack, well-versed in Emery, raises a brow as he takes another sip of his drink, then turns to you for the correct answer.

You shrug, holding back a smile. “I plead the Fifth.”

Emery snorts.

Jack chuckles into his beer, but he’s still watching you both like he’s reading a new language he’s almost fluent in.

The fan inside kicks a little harder, then dies with a rattle. You sigh, and fan yourself with the edge of a napkin.

“Great, add that to the list of things around here that fail under pressure,” you mutter.

Jack raises an eyebrow, “You talking about your apartment or your—”

“—taste in men?” Emery finishes for him, her voice dripping with mock sweetness.

You almost choke on your sangria. Jack’s mouth quirks up at the corner, but he doesn’t rise to the bait.

“I was going to say—like your company’s choice in branch of military.”

Emery doesn’t so much as blink. Just lifts her glass, takes a slow sip, and sets it back down with a quiet click. Her gaze flicks toward you, lazy and deliberate, mouth curving around something wicked.

“Mm,” she hums. “Well, what can I say? She’s clearly got a type—testy, decorated, a little broken.”

Jack huffs a laugh, low and warm in his chest, shaking his head.

Emery leans back in her chair, eyes dancing.

“Though if you ask me… she just needs the right person to help her refine it.”

The balcony is small. The kind of small where elbows brush, knees knock, and personal space is not much of an option.

The heat pulses around you, thick and insistent. Emery’s legs are still draped across your lap. Every shift of her weight makes your skin buzz. You’re too aware of the soft edge of her thigh, the rise of her knee. It’s not new—but you’re not sure you’ve ever noticed it like this.

“Emery,” you warn, but your voice comes out breathier than intended.

You shift under her, but you don’t move her legs. You just adjust.

Jack leans back in his chair, one arm resting on the side, the setting sun throwing slashes of gold across his face. His hair curled against his temple, damp from the humidity. He looks impossibly handsome in the half-light—rugged and soft at once.

You catch yourself staring.

And when you look away—you find Emery already watching you.

She doesn’t look away.

The heat creeps higher up your neck. Not just from the weather.

Jack clears his throat. “You two been out here long?”

“Long enough,” Emery answers for you before taking a long sip of her drink.

Jack smirks, his attention flicks back to you, “Is she drunk?”

You roll your eyes, “She’s fine.”

Emery holds up a hand, thumb and forefinger pinched close. “Buzzed.”

He takes another sip of his beer, slower this time, watching the two of you like he’s trying to piece something together. Not suspicious. Not jealous. But he’s clocking it all—your proximity, Emery’s tone, the fact you haven’t moved her feet from your lap.

You could toss out a joke. Keep things light. But you don’t. You just reach for your own drink, holding the chilled glass against your neck in an attempt to cool yourself.

The moon is peaking out from behind a patchy cluster of clouds. You’re all a few glasses in now. The jug of sangria is nearly dry, and no one’s moved to refill it. The heat has mellowed with the night, but it’s still clinging—draping everything in a slow, silky kind of weight. Your limbs feel boneless. You’re not drunk. Just… loose.

The conversation has drifted into work territory—of course it has. That’s the only language the three of you speak fluently, even off the clock.

“Did you see the memo from Facilities?” Emery asks, lazily swirling what’s left in her glass. “Apparently, the fourth-floor nurse’s lounge is also now a storage unit.”

Jack lets out a dry laugh and raises his bottle in mock salute. “Healthcare efficiency at its finest.”

It settles after that. Not awkward. Just… quiet.

Jack stretches out in his chair now, legs sprawled, fingers resting on the neck of his beer. His shirt’s gone soft at the collar, hanging loose. Emery had long dropped her legs from your lap, her seat is closer now than it was earlier. He glances between you and Emery now and then, but doesn’t speak. He’s letting whatever is on his tongue breathe.

You shift slightly, brushing your shoulder against Emery’s as you reach for your glass again—instinctive, automatic. But you don’t move away when you settle back into your seat. Neither does she.

Her elbow stays close to yours, her thigh pressed lightly against your leg. And when she turns to say something—something forgettable about a surgical resident—it happens.

You both lean in.

Your breath catches.

And for once—you don’t look away.

#jack abbot x f!reader #jack abbot x reader #jack abbot x you #jack abbot x emery walsh #emery walsh x f!reader #emery walsh x reader #emery walsh x you #jack abbot x f!reader x emery walsh #the pitt fanfiction #jack abbot fanfiction #emery walsh fanfiction #jack abbot #emery walsh #dr. jack abbot #dr. emery walsh

104 notes · View notes