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Maybe This Time Masterlist

Fandom: The Pitt

Pairing: Jack Abbot x F!Reader

Summary: You and Jack had history; years of working together, you the resident and he the doctor. You had an unspoken thing between you two that never came to fruition. You left for a fellowship in California and now you’re back three years later.

A/N: definitely some inaccuracies with medical procedures and med school stuff

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All I see is Titus Danforth here…

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there’s no way this man can be real. 😂

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Three Little Words

Fandom: Widow's Bay

Pairing: Tom Loftis x F!Reader

Summary: You and Tom have been dating for four months. You two love each other, but haven't exchanged those words just yet...until Tom let's them slip out during an intimate time.

Warning: smut - oral (male receiving), p in v, praise, and some subby!Tom

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Your elbow is propped up on the table, your cheek resting against your hand as you listen to Tom speak another journalist visiting the island. Patricia couldn't attend the dinner so you stepped in for her. As the event coordinator, you share all the planned festivities the journalist can observe during Founder's Week. Overall though, it's Tom that does most of the talking.

It's a surprise to you to Tom speak so passionately about the town, especially since he grew up with negative views towards (and still kind of does). Regardless, it was very arousing to you. To see and hear the passion in his voice, stirs something in you. You place your free hand on his thigh and he glances at you for a moment, before relaying some of the things he's worked on since becoming mayor.

Eventually, the dinner ends and Tom is in high spirits. Your arm hooked around his as you leave The Salty Whale. You two watch the journalist hop into her rental car and drive away. You take the opportunity to lean in, pecking Tom's lips, "You did so well, honey."

He beams at you, "Thank you. Yeah, I think that went very well. I just hope she enjoys the rest of her week here."

"I'm sure she will," you run your hands down the lapels of his jacket, "Let's head home. I wanna show you how proud I am of you," you purr into his ear and he can't help but shiver.

He clears his throat, "Yep. Got it," he places a hand on your lower back and gestures to his Jeep, "Let's go!"

You giggle as he guides you to the car.

______________________

When you two arrive at Tom's home, Tom calls out for his son, "Evan! Evan, you home?" You and Tom remain still, listening for any sound to indicate his son was home.

Hearing nothing, you and Tom bound up the stairs, giggling like teens. Tom makes it a point to immediately lock his door as soon as you shut it. You pull off your shirt and shimmy out of your jeans. You help Tom with his pants as he throws off his jacket and begins to unbutton his shirt.

You press your lips to his in a fervent kiss and then pull away. Tom is fumbling with his belt and you slap his hands away, undoing the belt and his pants with ease. He pushes down his boxers, length already getting hard.

You nod towards the bed, "Lay down."

He gulps, "Yup. Got it."

He crawls onto the bed, settling on the pillows. He watches as you slide your underwear down your legs, kicking to the side. Your bra following it shortly after.

You make a slow approach to him, on your hands and knees, inching closer and closer to him. His eyes watching your every move.

You giggle as you wrap your hand around his length, hearing Tom murmur, "Oh fuck," under his breath as you give his shaft a little squeeze.

You hum, "You don't know how hot it was to see you talk up the town like that," you lick a stripe up the underside of his length.

Tom runs his hands down his face, stopping at his cheeks, "Holy fuck."

You can't help but chuckle, "Don't lose yourself so soon, Tommy Boy," you give him a wink and take his tip into your lips.

His body physically shudders as you suck on him. Your eyes never leaving his as your tongue swirls around the tip, pausing to suck him a little.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he grumbles, gripping the comforter underneath him as you take him further into your mouth, head slowly bobbing up and down his length. You hear Tom take a deep inhale and loud exhale.

You pull him from your mouth, "You okay there, honey?"

He groans and nods, "Yup. Good. So...good," he clears his throat, "Gotta be honest here, sweetheart. Don't think I'm gonna last long tonight."

You grin at him, "That's fine. Tonight's all about you anyway," you give him a wink, taking him into your mouth again.

You can't help but find it endearing how much Tom is trying to fight his own orgasm. He brings his fist to his mouth, biting down at his knuckles as you take him all the way to your throat and pull him out again.

You sit back, hand now moving up and down his length, your saliva coating him up, "It's okay, Tom. You can cum."

He shakes his head, "Nope. I can-I can go longer."

"Ooohh don't challenge me, baby. You know I love a challenge," you crawl further up him, your pussy grinding down on him.

"Cheater," Tom moans as his dick slides against your pussy.

"You shouldn't have challenged me," your hand goes in-between you two and you guide him into you. You've been wet since the restaurant, so he enters you with ease.

Tom lets out a sharp breath and tries steady breathing, as you press your hands right on his torso and begin to fuck yourself on him. He places his hands on your hips.

"Come on, Tommy Boy. Just give in already," you smirk down at him, his face red, a sheen of sweat forming over his chest and head.

He shakes his head, "Nope. No, I can-I can do this."

Your hands run up his chest and then as you drag them back down, your nails dig into his skin, "But you don't have to hold back. Not for me. Never for me."

He grips your hips tighter and then rolls you over. You yelp in surprise but laughter follows, "Tommy!"

He grins at you, "Sorry. Just...wanna hold you," he murmurs, forehead resting against yours as he starts thrusting into you this time.

"That's it, baby. Take what you want. Lemme feel it," you gasp, as he hooks your leg over his hip, hitting you deeper, "Fuck, yes!"

You bring your hands to cup his face, "So good, Tom. You're so good. And such a good mayor. Oh fuck! Right there!"

"Close," he breaths out, a sharp intake, "Shit. Shit! Fuck! Oh fuck!" he's moving his hips hard and fast as his orgasm washes over him. The bed shaking with his erratic thrusts. Your hands still cupping his cheeks, you watch as he face scrunches up as he cums.

He groans, hips making sharp thrusts after another, "Fucking...shit."

You chuckle, "There we go, honey," you wipe away the beads of sweat on his brow as his body stills and he slowly pulls out and away from you.

He rolls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, panting like crazy, "God I love you."

You arch a brow at him as you prop your head up with your hand, "You do?"

He looks at you with wide eyes and begins to fumble over his words, "I-I-I mean, yes. But if you-you, you know, don't feel the same way, then you can just ignore what I said. It's-It's been a while since I was with anyone and you know, we've been together for months, but it's fine. It's fine," he tries to get up and leave, but you pull him back down.

You weigh him down with your upper body resting on his, "Tom, hey, it's okay. I love you too."

He looks at you in surprise, "You do?"

You can't help but laugh at his surprise, "Of course, I do. You're so incredibly endearing and you care about the town, even if you say you don't. I know you do and I love how much you love your son, even if he's being a rebellious teenager. I love how you make me feel seen and heard. I love how you are willing to deal with Kathy just so you can bring me lunch. I love you so much, Tom Loftis."

You want to keep the look on Tom's face right now locked inside your brain forever. His eyes full of love, a soft smile on his lips, "I love you," he says again, much softer and meaningful this time.

"I love you too," you lean in and peck his lips, "I love you," you kiss his nose, "I love you," his cheek, "I love you," his head, "I love you," his other cheek, "I love you." and his lips again.

The man is beaming so wide, it makes your heart want to burst.

He wraps his arms around you, head on his chest and you listen to his heartbeat begin to steady itself.

"I'm so lucky to have you," he whispers, his hold tighens.

"Ditto," you whisper back, causing him to chuckle, your own following it.

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Three Little Words

Fandom: Widow's Bay

Pairing: Tom Loftis x F!Reader

Summary: You and Tom have been dating for four months. You two love each other, but haven't exchanged those words just yet...until Tom let's them slip out during an intimate time.

Warning: smut - oral (male receiving), p in v, praise, and some subby!Tom

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Your elbow is propped up on the table, your cheek resting against your hand as you listen to Tom speak another journalist visiting the island. Patricia couldn't attend the dinner so you stepped in for her. As the event coordinator, you share all the planned festivities the journalist can observe during Founder's Week. Overall though, it's Tom that does most of the talking.

It's a surprise to you to Tom speak so passionately about the town, especially since he grew up with negative views towards (and still kind of does). Regardless, it was very arousing to you. To see and hear the passion in his voice, stirs something in you. You place your free hand on his thigh and he glances at you for a moment, before relaying some of the things he's worked on since becoming mayor.

Eventually, the dinner ends and Tom is in high spirits. Your arm hooked around his as you leave The Salty Whale. You two watch the journalist hop into her rental car and drive away. You take the opportunity to lean in, pecking Tom's lips, "You did so well, honey."

He beams at you, "Thank you. Yeah, I think that went very well. I just hope she enjoys the rest of her week here."

"I'm sure she will," you run your hands down the lapels of his jacket, "Let's head home. I wanna show you how proud I am of you," you purr into his ear and he can't help but shiver.

He clears his throat, "Yep. Got it," he places a hand on your lower back and gestures to his Jeep, "Let's go!"

You giggle as he guides you to the car.

______________________

When you two arrive at Tom's home, Tom calls out for his son, "Evan! Evan, you home?" You and Tom remain still, listening for any sound to indicate his son was home.

Hearing nothing, you and Tom bound up the stairs, giggling like teens. Tom makes it a point to immediately lock his door as soon as you shut it. You pull off your shirt and shimmy out of your jeans. You help Tom with his pants as he throws off his jacket and begins to unbutton his shirt.

You press your lips to his in a fervent kiss and then pull away. Tom is fumbling with his belt and you slap his hands away, undoing the belt and his pants with ease. He pushes down his boxers, length already getting hard.

You nod towards the bed, "Lay down."

He gulps, "Yup. Got it."

He crawls onto the bed, settling on the pillows. He watches as you slide your underwear down your legs, kicking to the side. Your bra following it shortly after.

You make a slow approach to him, on your hands and knees, inching closer and closer to him. His eyes watching your every move.

You giggle as you wrap your hand around his length, hearing Tom murmur, "Oh fuck," under his breath as you give his shaft a little squeeze.

You hum, "You don't know how hot it was to see you talk up the town like that," you lick a stripe up the underside of his length.

Tom runs his hands down his face, stopping at his cheeks, "Holy fuck."

You can't help but chuckle, "Don't lose yourself so soon, Tommy Boy," you give him a wink and take his tip into your lips.

His body physically shudders as you suck on him. Your eyes never leaving his as your tongue swirls around the tip, pausing to suck him a little.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he grumbles, gripping the comforter underneath him as you take him further into your mouth, head slowly bobbing up and down his length. You hear Tom take a deep inhale and loud exhale.

You pull him from your mouth, "You okay there, honey?"

He groans and nods, "Yup. Good. So...good," he clears his throat, "Gotta be honest here, sweetheart. Don't think I'm gonna last long tonight."

You grin at him, "That's fine. Tonight's all about you anyway," you give him a wink, taking him into your mouth again.

You can't help but find it endearing how much Tom is trying to fight his own orgasm. He brings his fist to his mouth, biting down at his knuckles as you take him all the way to your throat and pull him out again.

You sit back, hand now moving up and down his length, your saliva coating him up, "It's okay, Tom. You can cum."

He shakes his head, "Nope. I can-I can go longer."

"Ooohh don't challenge me, baby. You know I love a challenge," you crawl further up him, your pussy grinding down on him.

"Cheater," Tom moans as his dick slides against your pussy.

"You shouldn't have challenged me," your hand goes in-between you two and you guide him into you. You've been wet since the restaurant, so he enters you with ease.

Tom lets out a sharp breath and tries steady breathing, as you press your hands right on his torso and begin to fuck yourself on him. He places his hands on your hips.

"Come on, Tommy Boy. Just give in already," you smirk down at him, his face red, a sheen of sweat forming over his chest and head.

He shakes his head, "Nope. No, I can-I can do this."

Your hands run up his chest and then as you drag them back down, your nails dig into his skin, "But you don't have to hold back. Not for me. Never for me."

He grips your hips tighter and then rolls you over. You yelp in surprise but laughter follows, "Tommy!"

He grins at you, "Sorry. Just...wanna hold you," he murmurs, forehead resting against yours as he starts thrusting into you this time.

"That's it, baby. Take what you want. Lemme feel it," you gasp, as he hooks your leg over his hip, hitting you deeper, "Fuck, yes!"

You bring your hands to cup his face, "So good, Tom. You're so good. And such a good mayor. Oh fuck! Right there!"

"Close," he breaths out, a sharp intake, "Shit. Shit! Fuck! Oh fuck!" he's moving his hips hard and fast as his orgasm washes over him. The bed shaking with his erratic thrusts. Your hands still cupping his cheeks, you watch as he face scrunches up as he cums.

He groans, hips making sharp thrusts after another, "Fucking...shit."

You chuckle, "There we go, honey," you wipe away the beads of sweat on his brow as his body stills and he slowly pulls out and away from you.

He rolls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, panting like crazy, "God I love you."

You arch a brow at him as you prop your head up with your hand, "You do?"

He looks at you with wide eyes and begins to fumble over his words, "I-I-I mean, yes. But if you-you, you know, don't feel the same way, then you can just ignore what I said. It's-It's been a while since I was with anyone and you know, we've been together for months, but it's fine. It's fine," he tries to get up and leave, but you pull him back down.

You weigh him down with your upper body resting on his, "Tom, hey, it's okay. I love you too."

He looks at you in surprise, "You do?"

You can't help but laugh at his surprise, "Of course, I do. You're so incredibly endearing and you care about the town, even if you say you don't. I know you do and I love how much you love your son, even if he's being a rebellious teenager. I love how you make me feel seen and heard. I love how you are willing to deal with Kathy just so you can bring me lunch. I love you so much, Tom Loftis."

You want to keep the look on Tom's face right now locked inside your brain forever. His eyes full of love, a soft smile on his lips, "I love you," he says again, much softer and meaningful this time.

"I love you too," you lean in and peck his lips, "I love you," you kiss his nose, "I love you," his cheek, "I love you," his head, "I love you," his other cheek, "I love you." and his lips again.

The man is beaming so wide, it makes your heart want to burst.

He wraps his arms around you, head on his chest and you listen to his heartbeat begin to steady itself.

"I'm so lucky to have you," he whispers, his hold tighens.

"Ditto," you whisper back, causing him to chuckle, your own following it.

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Three Little Words

Fandom: Widow's Bay

Pairing: Tom Loftis x F!Reader

Summary: You and Tom have been dating for four months. You two love each other, but haven't exchanged those words just yet...until Tom let's them slip out during an intimate time.

Warning: smut - oral (male receiving), p in v, praise, and some subby!Tom

Tom Loftis Masterlist

Your elbow is propped up on the table, your cheek resting against your hand as you listen to Tom speak another journalist visiting the island. Patricia couldn't attend the dinner so you stepped in for her. As the event coordinator, you share all the planned festivities the journalist can observe during Founder's Week. Overall though, it's Tom that does most of the talking.

It's a surprise to you to Tom speak so passionately about the town, especially since he grew up with negative views towards (and still kind of does). Regardless, it was very arousing to you. To see and hear the passion in his voice, stirs something in you. You place your free hand on his thigh and he glances at you for a moment, before relaying some of the things he's worked on since becoming mayor.

Eventually, the dinner ends and Tom is in high spirits. Your arm hooked around his as you leave The Salty Whale. You two watch the journalist hop into her rental car and drive away. You take the opportunity to lean in, pecking Tom's lips, "You did so well, honey."

He beams at you, "Thank you. Yeah, I think that went very well. I just hope she enjoys the rest of her week here."

"I'm sure she will," you run your hands down the lapels of his jacket, "Let's head home. I wanna show you how proud I am of you," you purr into his ear and he can't help but shiver.

He clears his throat, "Yep. Got it," he places a hand on your lower back and gestures to his Jeep, "Let's go!"

You giggle as he guides you to the car.

______________________

When you two arrive at Tom's home, Tom calls out for his son, "Evan! Evan, you home?" You and Tom remain still, listening for any sound to indicate his son was home.

Hearing nothing, you and Tom bound up the stairs, giggling like teens. Tom makes it a point to immediately lock his door as soon as you shut it. You pull off your shirt and shimmy out of your jeans. You help Tom with his pants as he throws off his jacket and begins to unbutton his shirt.

You press your lips to his in a fervent kiss and then pull away. Tom is fumbling with his belt and you slap his hands away, undoing the belt and his pants with ease. He pushes down his boxers, length already getting hard.

You nod towards the bed, "Lay down."

He gulps, "Yup. Got it."

He crawls onto the bed, settling on the pillows. He watches as you slide your underwear down your legs, kicking to the side. Your bra following it shortly after.

You make a slow approach to him, on your hands and knees, inching closer and closer to him. His eyes watching your every move.

You giggle as you wrap your hand around his length, hearing Tom murmur, "Oh fuck," under his breath as you give his shaft a little squeeze.

You hum, "You don't know how hot it was to see you talk up the town like that," you lick a stripe up the underside of his length.

Tom runs his hands down his face, stopping at his cheeks, "Holy fuck."

You can't help but chuckle, "Don't lose yourself so soon, Tommy Boy," you give him a wink and take his tip into your lips.

His body physically shudders as you suck on him. Your eyes never leaving his as your tongue swirls around the tip, pausing to suck him a little.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he grumbles, gripping the comforter underneath him as you take him further into your mouth, head slowly bobbing up and down his length. You hear Tom take a deep inhale and loud exhale.

You pull him from your mouth, "You okay there, honey?"

He groans and nods, "Yup. Good. So...good," he clears his throat, "Gotta be honest here, sweetheart. Don't think I'm gonna last long tonight."

You grin at him, "That's fine. Tonight's all about you anyway," you give him a wink, taking him into your mouth again.

You can't help but find it endearing how much Tom is trying to fight his own orgasm. He brings his fist to his mouth, biting down at his knuckles as you take him all the way to your throat and pull him out again.

You sit back, hand now moving up and down his length, your saliva coating him up, "It's okay, Tom. You can cum."

He shakes his head, "Nope. I can-I can go longer."

"Ooohh don't challenge me, baby. You know I love a challenge," you crawl further up him, your pussy grinding down on him.

"Cheater," Tom moans as his dick slides against your pussy.

"You shouldn't have challenged me," your hand goes in-between you two and you guide him into you. You've been wet since the restaurant, so he enters you with ease.

Tom lets out a sharp breath and tries steady breathing, as you press your hands right on his torso and begin to fuck yourself on him. He places his hands on your hips.

"Come on, Tommy Boy. Just give in already," you smirk down at him, his face red, a sheen of sweat forming over his chest and head.

He shakes his head, "Nope. No, I can-I can do this."

Your hands run up his chest and then as you drag them back down, your nails dig into his skin, "But you don't have to hold back. Not for me. Never for me."

He grips your hips tighter and then rolls you over. You yelp in surprise but laughter follows, "Tommy!"

He grins at you, "Sorry. Just...wanna hold you," he murmurs, forehead resting against yours as he starts thrusting into you this time.

"That's it, baby. Take what you want. Lemme feel it," you gasp, as he hooks your leg over his hip, hitting you deeper, "Fuck, yes!"

You bring your hands to cup his face, "So good, Tom. You're so good. And such a good mayor. Oh fuck! Right there!"

"Close," he breaths out, a sharp intake, "Shit. Shit! Fuck! Oh fuck!" he's moving his hips hard and fast as his orgasm washes over him. The bed shaking with his erratic thrusts. Your hands still cupping his cheeks, you watch as he face scrunches up as he cums.

He groans, hips making sharp thrusts after another, "Fucking...shit."

You chuckle, "There we go, honey," you wipe away the beads of sweat on his brow as his body stills and he slowly pulls out and away from you.

He rolls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling, panting like crazy, "God I love you."

You arch a brow at him as you prop your head up with your hand, "You do?"

He looks at you with wide eyes and begins to fumble over his words, "I-I-I mean, yes. But if you-you, you know, don't feel the same way, then you can just ignore what I said. It's-It's been a while since I was with anyone and you know, we've been together for months, but it's fine. It's fine," he tries to get up and leave, but you pull him back down.

You weigh him down with your upper body resting on his, "Tom, hey, it's okay. I love you too."

He looks at you in surprise, "You do?"

You can't help but laugh at his surprise, "Of course, I do. You're so incredibly endearing and you care about the town, even if you say you don't. I know you do and I love how much you love your son, even if he's being a rebellious teenager. I love how you make me feel seen and heard. I love how you are willing to deal with Kathy just so you can bring me lunch. I love you so much, Tom Loftis."

You want to keep the look on Tom's face right now locked inside your brain forever. His eyes full of love, a soft smile on his lips, "I love you," he says again, much softer and meaningful this time.

"I love you too," you lean in and peck his lips, "I love you," you kiss his nose, "I love you," his cheek, "I love you," his head, "I love you," his other cheek, "I love you." and his lips again.

The man is beaming so wide, it makes your heart want to burst.

He wraps his arms around you, head on his chest and you listen to his heartbeat begin to steady itself.

"I'm so lucky to have you," he whispers, his hold tighens.

"Ditto," you whisper back, causing him to chuckle, your own following it.

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A Week Without You

Fandom: Ted Lasso

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x F!Reader

Summary: You're going on a retreat where you will have no contact with Jamie. He doesn't take it very well.

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Jamie pouts at you through the FaceTime call, “What do ya mean you can’t call me for a week?”

You sigh, taking pause in your packing. You run your hand down your face, “Lovey, I told you the retreat was happening at a secluded cabin! Phones are allowed only for emergencies. So only if it’s dire-”

“It is dire! I need to talk to every day or I’ll blow me brains out!” His Mancunian accent sounds a little heavier in his desperation.

You can’t help but snort. You put your hands on your jutted out hips, staring down at your phone propped up on your bedside, “Lovey, be serious.”

He pouts at you again, “I am serious, loves. You’re like me life line. Me chest feels empty and shit when I can’t see or hear from you.”

You can’t help but melt at his words, walking over to your phone and cradling it in your hand, “God, you’re such a fucking softie. I love you so much.”

Jamie scoffs at you, “Clearly not enough ‘cause you’re desertin’ me!”

You give him another sigh, “It’ll go by fast. I promise you. I’m going to have my phone off but still feel free to text me so I can see how you spent your days without me.”

“I’m gonna be so fuckin’ lonely.”

“You’ll be fine! I promise. Just hang out with Roy or Isaac or Keeley. Just hang out with a bunch of people and you won’t feel lonely!”

“Well I can’t kiss and cuddle with any of them now can I?”

You smirk at him, "Well you can certaintly try."

He rolls his eyes at you and you can't help but giggle.

_______________________

Day 1 Without You

It's technically half a day without you. He spends the night at your place, trying to get as much time with you as possible before you leave. He wakes up early with you, has breakfast with you, takes a shower with you, drives you to the airport, and tries really hard not to cry as you moved towards TSA.

You send him a selfie of you blowing a kiss before you put your phone on airplane mode. Throughout the rest of his day, he keeps looking at that selfie.

It's clear to the team that Jamie's a little out of it. During practice, he's fumbling over himself, missing passes, kicking like shit. It drives Roy insane to the point that he ends practice early.

Once all the lads are in the locker room, Roy marches up to Jamie and growls, "Boot room. Now."

Jamie sighs, shuffling after his friend, mentor, and coach. When he enters, Will scurries out with a pile of boots in his arms. Jamie plops onto a bench and Roy stares down at him, his bushy brows more furrowed than usual.

"Now what the fuck is going on with you?"

Jamie buries his hands in his hoodie and shrugs, "Nothin'," he murmurs.

Roy scoffs, "Well it's clearly fucking something. You were being absolute shit out there." Jamie gives another shrug and it makes Roy run a hand down his face.

"She left me," Jamie murmurs.

"Who?"

"Me lovey."

"She broke up with you?"

"No! Worse, Roy! She left me to go on some retreat where she has no phone, no WiFi. So I can't speak to her for a whole week!"

Roy narrows his eyes at the young striker, "...are you fucking shitting me? That's what's got you all fucked up? Your girlfriend went on a secluded retreat?!''

Jamie groans and stands to his defense, "You don't get it, do ya? It's one thing to go on a retreat for a week if you can have your phone or have wifi. It's another if I can't speak to her at all! It's only been half a day and I hate not hearin' from her!"

"Fucking hell," Roy grumbles to himself, shaking his head.

Jamie pulls out his phone and shows Roy, "She told me I could text her throughout the day, even if she can't reply," he scrolls down and shows Roy the long lines of text to you, a few selfies of him scattered in there.

"Jesus, Tartt. Get a fucking grip!"

"I can't! Me grip left me and went on a retreat to Sweden!"

Roy shakes his head again, leaving the boot room because he absolutely can't handle Jamie right now.

___________________________

Day 2 Without You

Jamie: Went out with the lads last night cause the saw how sad I was.

Jamie sent an image: [a pic of him pouting while holding a beer]

Jamie: the club was having a 1D night. you would've loved it.

Jamie sent an image: [a pic of him in a corner crying]

Jamie: Sam took this pic of me crying bc they played your favorite song and it made me think of you.

Second day without you is slightly better. He does his usual 4am training with Roy, coming back at sunrise. Jamie still sends you a "good morning" text paired with a selfie of him with the sunrise behind him.

Jamie: thank you for meal prepping breakfast for me. i can taste ur love in it.

Throughout the day, he continues to send you pictures.

Jamie sent an image: [a pic of Roy mid-yell]

Jamie sent an image: [a pic of Keeley blowing a kiss]

Jamie: hi babes! roy told me to take jamie's phone bc hes getting distracted. hope you're enjoying your retreat! lets get brunch when you get back!

Jamie: it's jamie again. grandad and keeley kept me phone away from me the whole fucking day. fucking annoying.

Jamie: you're not goint to brunch with keeley when you get back bc im keeping you all to myself

Jamie: ...unless you really do want to get brunch with her. then yeah thats fine.

Jamie: not like you need me permission for that or anything

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Day 3 Without You

Jamie: GOOD MORNING LOVEY!

Jamie sent an image: [a selfie of Jamie running with Roy frowning in the background]

Jamie: Got our game against West Ham today. Keeping you on me since you're not cheering for me in the stands.

Jamie sent an image: [a pic of a polaroid of you in his sock]

Jamie: WE FUCKING WON!

Jamie: Wish you were here so we can do our celebration ritual together

Jamie sent a video: [a video of jamie at home, face mask, drinking wine, while FRIENDS plays on the tv]

Jamie: all the lads are out at the club. didn't feel like going.

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Day 4 Without You

"Good morning, loveeeey!" The video starts with Jamie greeting you, he's seemingly naked, only a towel wrapped around his waist, "Just got done with me trainin'. Took a shower and now eating the meal prep you made," he shows the camera the tupperware of eggs and turkey sausages.

"I get what you mean about having your alone time. That shit was great. Was just loungin', watchin' Friends, did me skincare. Look," he picks up the phone and shows his face, "Fuckin' smooth like a sexy, lil' baby's bum, yeah?" he smiles at the camera and sets his phone back down onto the phone stand he has.

He sighs, "Been four days. Four. Days. Been trying to keep meself distracted, but it's hard, ya know? Everything reminds me of ya. It's fucking annoying!" he winces and stands more in frame of the camera, "Not that I'm calling you annoying. You're not. You're the love of me life. Just the idea of ya is distracting." He nods, confident that there's no way that what he said could be misinterpreted, "After you come back, you gotta promise me you're not goin' on any retreat like this ever again. Okay?" he looks right into the camera, "I'm serious. This is fucking shit without ya."

He stops the video, sending it to you and he tosses his phone onto the counter. He finishes up his breakfast so he can get ready and head for practice.

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Day 5 Without You

Jamie is no longer pouty or sad. He's actually quite excited and it's freaking Roy the fuck out. Four in the morning and the prick is chipper as ever.

"The fuck is wrong with you?" Roy rasps, lightly jogging beside Jamie.

Jamie beams at his coach, "Me lovey's comin' back in just two days."

That gets Roy rolling his eyes, "Fucking hell."

"I think I did pretty okay with her gone."

"You absolutely did not. You were fucking moping and shit like a little twat for the first three days!"

Jamie scoffs, "Was not."

"Was to."

"You're gettin' dementia now, grandad," Jamie smirks and speeds up the pace, causing Roy to grunt in disdain.

Later in practice, the guys immediately clock Jamie's upped attitude. The way he's got a smile on his face, he's practically skipping all throughout practice.

"Everything okay there, Jamie?" Colin asks during a water break.

"Me girl's coming back home in two days. Just excited for her to be back." He responds, still bouncing on his feet.

"Not gonna let her leave the bed at all, eh?" Richard wiggles his brows at Jamie and his face hardens.

"Don't you go imagin' her in bed, Richard! Or I'll kick your dick in!" Richard immediately puts his hands up and walks away. Other guys snort and shake their heads.

Sam softly smiles at Jamie, "I think it's very nice to see you so excited for her to be back. Shows you really love and miss her."

"Yeah, I fuckin' do. She's an angel."

"Think about proposing to her soon?" Colin asks as he slips he reties his boots.

Jamie nervously scratches the back of his neck, "Um, yeah, actually." That gets the guys to crowd him, badgering him with questions. He has them back up, a beaming smile on his face, "Alright, alright, lads. Ease up. I dunno when or how, but, I wanna do it sometime this year. Got the ring already and everythin'."

"You need to show us a picture." Sam insists and Jamie nods, "Yeah, I will."

"Whistle! Whistle!" Roy yells from the side of the pitch and the guys start heading towards his way.

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Day 6 Without You

"One more fucking day!" Jamie exclaims into his empty home, your pillow smushed against his chest. He clearly missed holding you in his sleep.

He proceeds with his usual routine. His morning training, breakfast, shower, and then head to practice.

Roy and Coach Beard are waiting for the guys on the pitch when the entire team arrives. They're standing shoulder to shoulder. The guys stand before their coaches, Jamie more upfront than the rest.

"Okay, before we get started, there's something I wanted to say," Roy starts off. He looks at Jamie, "Tartt, you've been a sad and mopey prick all week."

"Have not."

"Have to!" Everyone around him responds in unison, making Jamie's brows raise and eyes widen.

"You fucking have. And, thankfully, that changes....today," Roy and Beard separate to reveal you.

"Hi, Jamie!"

"LOVEY!" he exclaims, running over to you and picking you up in his arms. You laugh and he spins you around and sets you back down.

"Surprise!"

He hugs you tight in his arms, "Fuck, I missed you."

You laugh more, "I could tell from all of those texts you sent me. I really didn't expect to be bombarded with hundreds of messages from you as soon as I turned my phone on."

"Told you I was gonna be lonely."

"Well I'm back now," you look at him with a big smile.

He immediately pulls you into a kiss and it gets the guys hootin' and hollerin' behind you. Jamie, whilst still lip locked with you, raises his middle finger to the group. You immediately pull his hand back down, giggling against his lips.

You pull away with a sigh, "Okay, I'll just be off to the side watching. Go practice," you peck his lips again, "Love you."

"Love you too," his eyes follow you as you separate from him and head to the bench where Will is sitting at. You converse with the kitman and Roy yells, "Whistle!" to officially start training off.

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Fandom: Ted Lasso (Regency AU)

Pairing: Roy Kent x F!Reader

Summary: Lord Roy Kent still has yet to marry. He hates the notion that marriage is a way to ensure your status in society. You have delayed your debut to society for years because of the same idea. So what happens when two people who hate the idea of marriage are constantly drawn to each other?

A/N: inspired by my post here. 

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Part 5

Part 6

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A Week Without You

Fandom: Ted Lasso

Pairing: Jamie Tartt x F!Reader

Summary: You're going on a retreat where you will have no contact with Jamie. He doesn't take it very well.

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Jamie pouts at you through the FaceTime call, “What do ya mean you can’t call me for a week?”

You sigh, taking pause in your packing. You run your hand down your face, “Lovey, I told you the retreat was happening at a secluded cabin! Phones are allowed only for emergencies. So only if it’s dire-”

“It is dire! I need to talk to every day or I’ll blow me brains out!” His Mancunian accent sounds a little heavier in his desperation.

You can’t help but snort. You put your hands on your jutted out hips, staring down at your phone propped up on your bedside, “Lovey, be serious.”

He pouts at you again, “I am serious, loves. You’re like me life line. Me chest feels empty and shit when I can’t see or hear from you.”

You can’t help but melt at his words, walking over to your phone and cradling it in your hand, “God, you’re such a fucking softie. I love you so much.”

Jamie scoffs at you, “Clearly not enough ‘cause you’re desertin’ me!”

You give him another sigh, “It’ll go by fast. I promise you. I’m going to have my phone off but still feel free to text me so I can see how you spent your days without me.”

“I’m gonna be so fuckin’ lonely.”

“You’ll be fine! I promise. Just hang out with Roy or Isaac or Keeley. Just hang out with a bunch of people and you won’t feel lonely!”

“Well I can’t kiss and cuddle with any of them now can I?”

You smirk at him, "Well you can certaintly try."

He rolls his eyes at you and you can't help but giggle.

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Day 1 Without You

It's technically half a day without you. He spends the night at your place, trying to get as much time with you as possible before you leave. He wakes up early with you, has breakfast with you, takes a shower with you, drives you to the airport, and tries really hard not to cry as you moved towards TSA.

You send him a selfie of you blowing a kiss before you put your phone on airplane mode. Throughout the rest of his day, he keeps looking at that selfie.

It's clear to the team that Jamie's a little out of it. During practice, he's fumbling over himself, missing passes, kicking like shit. It drives Roy insane to the point that he ends practice early.

Once all the lads are in the locker room, Roy marches up to Jamie and growls, "Boot room. Now."

Jamie sighs, shuffling after his friend, mentor, and coach. When he enters, Will scurries out with a pile of boots in his arms. Jamie plops onto a bench and Roy stares down at him, his bushy brows more furrowed than usual.

"Now what the fuck is going on with you?"

Jamie buries his hands in his hoodie and shrugs, "Nothin'," he murmurs.

Roy scoffs, "Well it's clearly fucking something. You were being absolute shit out there." Jamie gives another shrug and it makes Roy run a hand down his face.

"She left me," Jamie murmurs.

"Who?"

"Me lovey."

"She broke up with you?"

"No! Worse, Roy! She left me to go on some retreat where she has no phone, no WiFi. So I can't speak to her for a whole week!"

Roy narrows his eyes at the young striker, "...are you fucking shitting me? That's what's got you all fucked up? Your girlfriend went on a secluded retreat?!''

Jamie groans and stands to his defense, "You don't get it, do ya? It's one thing to go on a retreat for a week if you can have your phone or have wifi. It's another if I can't speak to her at all! It's only been half a day and I hate not hearin' from her!"

"Fucking hell," Roy grumbles to himself, shaking his head.

Jamie pulls out his phone and shows Roy, "She told me I could text her throughout the day, even if she can't reply," he scrolls down and shows Roy the long lines of text to you, a few selfies of him scattered in there.

"Jesus, Tartt. Get a fucking grip!"

"I can't! Me grip left me and went on a retreat to Sweden!"

Roy shakes his head again, leaving the boot room because he absolutely can't handle Jamie right now.

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Day 2 Without You

Jamie: Went out with the lads last night cause the saw how sad I was.

Jamie sent an image: [a pic of him pouting while holding a beer]

Jamie: the club was having a 1D night. you would've loved it.

Jamie sent an image: [a pic of him in a corner crying]

Jamie: Sam took this pic of me crying bc they played your favorite song and it made me think of you.

Second day without you is slightly better. He does his usual 4am training with Roy, coming back at sunrise. Jamie still sends you a "good morning" text paired with a selfie of him with the sunrise behind him.

Jamie: thank you for meal prepping breakfast for me. i can taste ur love in it.

Throughout the day, he continues to send you pictures.

Jamie sent an image: [a pic of Roy mid-yell]

Jamie sent an image: [a pic of Keeley blowing a kiss]

Jamie: hi babes! roy told me to take jamie's phone bc hes getting distracted. hope you're enjoying your retreat! lets get brunch when you get back!

Jamie: it's jamie again. grandad and keeley kept me phone away from me the whole fucking day. fucking annoying.

Jamie: you're not goint to brunch with keeley when you get back bc im keeping you all to myself

Jamie: ...unless you really do want to get brunch with her. then yeah thats fine.

Jamie: not like you need me permission for that or anything

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Day 3 Without You

Jamie: GOOD MORNING LOVEY!

Jamie sent an image: [a selfie of Jamie running with Roy frowning in the background]

Jamie: Got our game against West Ham today. Keeping you on me since you're not cheering for me in the stands.

Jamie sent an image: [a pic of a polaroid of you in his sock]

Jamie: WE FUCKING WON!

Jamie: Wish you were here so we can do our celebration ritual together

Jamie sent a video: [a video of jamie at home, face mask, drinking wine, while FRIENDS plays on the tv]

Jamie: all the lads are out at the club. didn't feel like going.

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Day 4 Without You

"Good morning, loveeeey!" The video starts with Jamie greeting you, he's seemingly naked, only a towel wrapped around his waist, "Just got done with me trainin'. Took a shower and now eating the meal prep you made," he shows the camera the tupperware of eggs and turkey sausages.

"I get what you mean about having your alone time. That shit was great. Was just loungin', watchin' Friends, did me skincare. Look," he picks up the phone and shows his face, "Fuckin' smooth like a sexy, lil' baby's bum, yeah?" he smiles at the camera and sets his phone back down onto the phone stand he has.

He sighs, "Been four days. Four. Days. Been trying to keep meself distracted, but it's hard, ya know? Everything reminds me of ya. It's fucking annoying!" he winces and stands more in frame of the camera, "Not that I'm calling you annoying. You're not. You're the love of me life. Just the idea of ya is distracting." He nods, confident that there's no way that what he said could be misinterpreted, "After you come back, you gotta promise me you're not goin' on any retreat like this ever again. Okay?" he looks right into the camera, "I'm serious. This is fucking shit without ya."

He stops the video, sending it to you and he tosses his phone onto the counter. He finishes up his breakfast so he can get ready and head for practice.

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Day 5 Without You

Jamie is no longer pouty or sad. He's actually quite excited and it's freaking Roy the fuck out. Four in the morning and the prick is chipper as ever.

"The fuck is wrong with you?" Roy rasps, lightly jogging beside Jamie.

Jamie beams at his coach, "Me lovey's comin' back in just two days."

That gets Roy rolling his eyes, "Fucking hell."

"I think I did pretty okay with her gone."

"You absolutely did not. You were fucking moping and shit like a little twat for the first three days!"

Jamie scoffs, "Was not."

"Was to."

"You're gettin' dementia now, grandad," Jamie smirks and speeds up the pace, causing Roy to grunt in disdain.

Later in practice, the guys immediately clock Jamie's upped attitude. The way he's got a smile on his face, he's practically skipping all throughout practice.

"Everything okay there, Jamie?" Colin asks during a water break.

"Me girl's coming back home in two days. Just excited for her to be back." He responds, still bouncing on his feet.

"Not gonna let her leave the bed at all, eh?" Richard wiggles his brows at Jamie and his face hardens.

"Don't you go imagin' her in bed, Richard! Or I'll kick your dick in!" Richard immediately puts his hands up and walks away. Other guys snort and shake their heads.

Sam softly smiles at Jamie, "I think it's very nice to see you so excited for her to be back. Shows you really love and miss her."

"Yeah, I fuckin' do. She's an angel."

"Think about proposing to her soon?" Colin asks as he slips he reties his boots.

Jamie nervously scratches the back of his neck, "Um, yeah, actually." That gets the guys to crowd him, badgering him with questions. He has them back up, a beaming smile on his face, "Alright, alright, lads. Ease up. I dunno when or how, but, I wanna do it sometime this year. Got the ring already and everythin'."

"You need to show us a picture." Sam insists and Jamie nods, "Yeah, I will."

"Whistle! Whistle!" Roy yells from the side of the pitch and the guys start heading towards his way.

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Day 6 Without You

"One more fucking day!" Jamie exclaims into his empty home, your pillow smushed against his chest. He clearly missed holding you in his sleep.

He proceeds with his usual routine. His morning training, breakfast, shower, and then head to practice.

Roy and Coach Beard are waiting for the guys on the pitch when the entire team arrives. They're standing shoulder to shoulder. The guys stand before their coaches, Jamie more upfront than the rest.

"Okay, before we get started, there's something I wanted to say," Roy starts off. He looks at Jamie, "Tartt, you've been a sad and mopey prick all week."

"Have not."

"Have to!" Everyone around him responds in unison, making Jamie's brows raise and eyes widen.

"You fucking have. And, thankfully, that changes....today," Roy and Beard separate to reveal you.

"Hi, Jamie!"

"LOVEY!" he exclaims, running over to you and picking you up in his arms. You laugh and he spins you around and sets you back down.

"Surprise!"

He hugs you tight in his arms, "Fuck, I missed you."

You laugh more, "I could tell from all of those texts you sent me. I really didn't expect to be bombarded with hundreds of messages from you as soon as I turned my phone on."

"Told you I was gonna be lonely."

"Well I'm back now," you look at him with a big smile.

He immediately pulls you into a kiss and it gets the guys hootin' and hollerin' behind you. Jamie, whilst still lip locked with you, raises his middle finger to the group. You immediately pull his hand back down, giggling against his lips.

You pull away with a sigh, "Okay, I'll just be off to the side watching. Go practice," you peck his lips again, "Love you."

"Love you too," his eyes follow you as you separate from him and head to the bench where Will is sitting at. You converse with the kitman and Roy yells, "Whistle!" to officially start training off.

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“There’s so many errors in your writing”

GOOD! That’s how you know I’m not relying on AI to write my stuff! Because humans make mistaaakes!

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Decompress

Fandom: Shawn Hatosy - Animal Kingdom

Pairing: Andrew "Pope" Cody x GN!Reader

Summary: Loud gatherings aren't really your thing so Pope likes to keep an eye on you whenever you attend one at the Cody House.

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Pope doesn’t want to go up to you. Not yet anyway. He sees you having a conversation with someone, an interesting one from the looks of it. He can tell from the way you’re nodding and your face scrunches up in interest. He softly smiles to himself as your face lights up and you start speaking further with the person with you.

The party his brothers are holding isn’t as wild as usual, but it’s still a good amount of people. Baz is off messing around with some chick. Deran and Craig are smoking and drinking by the pool. Smurf is lounging on one of the chairs.

And then there’s you, standing by the sliding door chatting with someone he doesn’t even know. Pope’s just watching you, keeping an eye on you because he knows these things can be overwhelming for you at times.

“Pope, baby, can you help put more sunscreen on me?” Smurf calls for him and he glances over his shoulder.

“Hold on,” he rasps to his mother and then looks back at you. You’re walking away from the person you were talking to, heading out the side gate and towards the front of the house.

You’re leaving? And not even say “goodbye” to him? That’s not like you, so he decides to follow you, ignoring Smurf’s calls for him.

When he reaches the driveway, he finds you sitting on the pavement with Lena, drawing with sidewalk chalk.

He silently approaches the two of you, Lena the first to greet him, “Hi, Uncle Pope.”

He crouches down to you and Lena, “Whatcha guys up to?”

“Drawing. Y/N is gonna help me color in my rainbow.”

Pope nods and looks at you, “You good?”

You softly smile at him, “Yeah, just wanted to get away from all of that for a little bit. Decompress here with Lena.”

“Can I join you?”

You look to his niece, “I dunno. Lena, you think your Uncle Pope is cool enough to hang out with us?”

The young girl giggles, looking to her uncle, “I guess so.”

Pope chuckles and sits beside you, crisscross applesauce. You hand him a green chalk and he proceeds to help you and Lena fill out the rainbow.

The three of you work in a comfortable silence while the pool party rages on behind the house.

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me: I think I’m over shawn hatosy

me: [rewatches the pitt]

me: …I’m a goddamn liar.

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every once in a while, I’ll suddenly remember that shawn hatosy did “yes,chef” and I lose my shit all over again

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Imagine you’re a nurse/doctor at PTMC. You and Robby have a complicated FWB relationship. You have feelings for him but you’re tired of him being so emotionally constipated.

You’re tired of trying further your relationship with Robby and burnt out from work. So you decide to take a vacation to Boston and hear about this island town called Widow’s Bay.

You end up visiting said island for a few days and you end up running into the mayor, Tom Loftis. You two end up chatting and you tell him of your complicated relationship back home and he tells you of his lack of any kind of relationship.

You two decide to just sleep with each other for funsies and the sex is actually really good. But Tom knows you’re hung up on Robby and lets you know that his door is open whenever you may decide to visit again.

When you go back to work, Robby asks you about your trip and you’re honest with him: you slept with someone else and he’s made you realize that you deserve more. So you end things with Robby, for real this time.

Now you try to make it work with Tom, visiting him whenever you have a few days off or you really make use of your PTO now.

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bro. I was at a friend’s party and I saw her older brother and the guy is fine as hell. 😭. I just saw a glimpse of him but yeah. Damn. He fiiiine.

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Baran sent an image:

You: Baran, I’m serious. If you don’t want me to be horny, stop sending me pics of my hot piece of ass husband.

Baran: he’s just pouring water

You: AND HES LOOKING FINE AS HELL DOING IT!

———-

Jack Jack: Honey. Sweetheart. Love of my life.

Jack Jack: You miss me that much you go feral just from some pics of me?

You: I can tell you’re smirking. Knock it off.

You: and they’re not “just pics” of you, Jack!

You: they’re pics of you looking fine as hell in a tux! I’m jealous people at that conference get to be in your handsome presence.

Jack Jack: You give me so much confidence. I love you.

You: not like you don’t need it. But I love you too.

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