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angstyandromanticwriting · 1 year

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Jim Baxter X Fem!Reader Cute Prompt with light, and brief angst

“I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you,” you admitted, snuggling closer to him.

Jim smiled, hooking an arm around you as you rested your head against his shoulder. “Are you sure you don’t want to go to bed, you look tired to me,” he stated, glancing down at you.

You shook your head, not wanting to move. “So what if I’m whipped? I’m happy,” you whispered, closing your eyes.

You sat down on the sofa, groaning. Jim entered the room when he heard you, concerned. “What’s wrong?” Jim asked, sitting next to you. “Do you feel sick?” Jim asked, but you wouldn’t let him check your temperature, feeling completely fine. “Can I get you anything, baby?” Jim continued to bomb you with questions, until you decided to speak up.

“My mom wants to know when we’re having kids,” you muttered, rubbing your forehead. “She keeps asking and it’s so annoying,” you stated, too embarrassed to meet his concerned eyes. Jim fell quiet beside you, not knowing what to say himself. “We obviously can’t do that yet, we aren’t even married,” you continued, wishing your elderly mother wouldn’t be so infuriating all the time.

Jim then turned to face you, placing his hand on your’s. “I think we should get married, then. It’s about time,” he suggested, hopeful that you would agree. You glanced at him, worried. “Y/N - We’ve been together for six years now,” he reminded you, tilting his head partially.

You sighed, nodding. “I know, I just - I’m scared-”

“Scared of what?” Jim inquired, beginning to think you were having doubts about him, which wasn’t the case at all.

“I’m scared that after we get married, one day you’ll get bored of me,” you let slip, your voice briefly shaking.

Jim would be shocked, shaking his head. Jim pulled you closer to him, hugging you to comfort you. “I promise you that would never happen,” he assured, “I love you too much to do that to you.” You decided to believe him, though you were worried that he was just saying it to make you feel better. “Y’know what - Let’s just-.. Do this a different way, okay? I want you to move in with me,” he requested, and you met his greyish blue eyes.

“R-Really?” You asked, surprised.

Jim scoffed, lifting an eyebrow. “Yes, really, Y/N,” he clarified, holding your hand.

You smiled, your eyes lighting up. “I’d love to, Jimmy,” you beamed, and hugged him tightly. Jim would be relieved, his smile reflecting your’s as he hugged you back. “You’ve got my heart, just please don’t break it,” you whispered, burying your face into the crook of his neck.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he responded, fondling your hair gently as he knew you liked it. “I never thought I’d find a love like this,” he mused, “I think I just wrote a song about you.” You giggled, and he grinned. “I honestly think that you’re my soulmate,” he stated, placing his hand on your cheek, which you automatically leaned into.

“I think you’re my soulmate too, Jimmy,” you confessed, your voice close to a whisper.

Jim smiled warmly, before he pulled you closer gently, his lips connecting with your’s in a soft kiss. “I’ll always love you, remember that, okay?” You nodded, before pulling him in for another kiss.

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safin-supremacy · 1 year

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Jim Baxter X Reader Cute and fluffy Christmas prompt

Jim had brought Emily and Sylvia into work with him, after he’d convinced Charlie to allow him to, of course, and everyone was being kind to them, and Jamie gave them both candy canes left over from last Christmas. Sylvia hid behind Jim whilst he was talking to Jamie, and she tugged at his trouser leg, prompting him to turn around. “Hide me, daddy!” Sylvia squeaked, and Jim crouched down in front of her, grinning as he picked her up.

“Why do you need me to hide you, sweetheart?” Jim inquired, curious.

“I was sucking on this candy cane and I accidentally made a weapon, and I don’t want to go to prison,” she whined, making him chuckle as he shook his head, and Jamie grinned, amused as she listened.

“You won’t go to prison for that, Sylvie, I promise,” he responded, “prison is for people who do bad things - and you aren’t capable of doing what they do.” Jim decided to change the subject, tidying up Sylvia’s hair. “Have you thought about what you want to do for thanksgiving?” Jim asked Sylvia, and before she could answer, Emily did.

“If we’re having turkey for thanksgiving dinner,” she began, finally turning her phone off, “I’m not eating.”

Jim turned his attention to her, wincing; he knew you’d be stressed out if you had to make something different for Emily. “Why?” Jim questioned, placing his hand on the back of Sylvia’s head gently.

“The bird always looks at me funny and I’m not eating stuffing that’s been stuffed up a butt,” Emily answered, and he sighed, nodding.

“Don’t look at the bird then,” he responded, “and you don’t have to eat the stuffing.”

𒀭🂱𖤍

Next Christmas was coming around extremely quickly, and you were overwhelmed by everything going on, especially after you also had had the abortion recently of the rapist’s child, and you still found it strange afterwards. Jim saw that you were stressed, and he wanted to distract you as much as he possibly could. “Hey - Let’s wear matching ugly Christmas sweaters to Jamie’s party!” Jim suggested, wrapping his arms around your waist, startling you for a moment, but you relaxed quickly - quicker than you used to.

“Christmas sweaters?” You responded, surprised. “Jim, it’s not even December yet,” you responded, “that would be so embarrassing-”

“C’mon,” Jim pleaded, and you gave in, nodding as you continued to wash up the last of the dishes.

You looked over at Jim when you heard him put on Christmas music, and you shook your head, smirking. “Are you really playing Christmas music already? It’s barely November,” you stated, but he shrugged as if it weren’t unnatural.

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Surprisingly, Jamie’s party was more Christmassy than you thought it would be, and eggnog had even been made, but you made sure to keep Emily and Sylvia away from it as you didn’t want them to get drunk. Jim would be concerned when he noticed you acting differently, and he had to stabilise you when you almost fell over. You looked down at your cup, and he took it from you, wondering if someone had tampered with the eggnog on offer. “Do you think this eggnog is spiked?” You asked, leaning against him.

Jim nodded, guiding you towards Jamie so he could tell her about the eggnog. “You need rest,” Jim stated, carrying you out to the car.

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Jim seemed a little frustrated as he attempted to untangle the lights for the Christmas tree, and he looked over at Emily who was sat on the sofa, not even looking. “Wanna help me untangle the lights, Em?” Jim inquired, and Emily winced, looking up at him.

“I don’t want to be a grinch, but untangling lights isn’t exactly my favourite past time,” Emily answered, and he nodded gravely.

“I’ll help you,” you stated, and Jim would be extremely grateful to you as you took up the other end of the tangled lights.

Sylvia got excited as she ran to you and Jim, and you both grinned at her, smiling warmly. “Who are you both planning to kiss on New Year’s Eve?” Sylvia asked, surprising you both, and Jim looked over at Emily, guessing that she told Sylvia when she tried hard not to giggle.

You expectantly looked over at Jim, and he looked back at you when you deliberately cleared your throat, tilting your head partially. Jim smiled softly at you, wrapping his arms around your waist, as if he was choosing you. “You’re who I want to kiss at Midnight on New Year’s Eve,” he stated, and you became flustered when he kissed your nose. Sylvia giggled, cheering as she hugged Jim’s leg. “That reminds me - I want to show you something that I got you for our anniversary night tonight,” he changed the subject, and you would get excited when you remembered; you loved to spend time with Jim, and this meant you could spend even more time with him.

“Isn’t it a little cliché to get engaged on Christmas?” Emily interrupted, and you scoffed, prompting Jim to chuckle softly.

“Let me show you - It’s just upstairs,” he insisted, desperate for you to see it as he led you out of the room and up the stairs.

You would be amazed by the dress that was laid out on the bed, and you looked back at Jim. “You got me that dress?” You managed to find your voice again; you were stunned by it as it was the same one you’d seen and clearly liked from the shop window the other day. “Jimmy, it’s-” Jim wrapped his arms around your waist again; it was as if you might faint, and he wanted to keep you stable on your feet. “I love it!” You exclaimed, before you threw your arms around him, pressing your lips against his. “Now-” You held him at arm’s length, your eyes glinting, “do you want to bake cookies with me? Sylvia might even want to join us, I’m not sure about Emily, but..”

Jim could see that you were a little disheartened that Emily wasn’t getting involved, and he placed his hand on your cheek. “I won’t let her refuse,” he reassured you, and you smiled weakly up at him to say ‘thank you’.

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Sal came over to bring over the gifts he’d bought for all of you, surprising Jim, but he welcomed the gesture. “I didn’t know what to get you,” Sal admitted as he handed Emily her gifts, “but I hope you like them.”

You placed your hand on Emily’s shoulder, smiling up at Sal as you crouched down beside her. “What do we say to Sal, Emily?” You asked, prompting her to thank him.

“Thank you,” Emily murmured, and you frowned, watching as she walked away.

“Sorry about that,” you stated as you lifted yourself up, and Jim intertwined his fingers with your’s to comfort you.

“It’s fine,” Sal reassured, “it looks like Emily’s at - that - age now.”

“Already,” you mused, a pained expression on your face.

Sal winced when he checked his watch, and you guessed that he probably had to get to work - Jim had decided to take a break; he was clearly stressed out, but wouldn’t tell you anything about what had been happening. “I should go,” he spoke up again, gesticulating to his car.

“Thank you, again,” you responded, and he smiled, nodding.

“Hopefully we’ll see you again soon, Jim!” Sal called, and Jim nodded, forcing a smile as he lowered his head slightly.

You looked over at Jim, concerned for him, but you smiled again when you got an idea. “We can put the Christmas lights up on the tree tonight!” You exclaimed as you closed the door, and Jim nodded, forcing another weak smile as he looked up at you. Sylvia ran into the other room to try and get Emily to play with her; she was full of energy due to the excitement of Christmas approaching. You remembered something, and turned to face him, placing your hand on his arm, prompting him to stop walking and look over at you. “Did you remember to get carrots to leave out for the reindeer?” You asked, and Jim cursed quietly, lifting his hand to his forehead. You smiled sympathetically, not wanting to stress him out further. “It’s okay, Jimmy, I can get them later,” you reassured him, and he hesitated, feeling bad.

“N-No, you don’t have to,” he replied, holding your hand.

“Jimmy-”

“I - I’ll go out and get them,” he interrupted, “I promised you that I would.”

“Are you sure you don’t want me to get them?” You pried, and he nodded, prompting you to reluctantly give in.

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You invited some of your friends to have an early party on Christmas Eve, and you’d made some food and eggnog for everyone. Jim heard Emily and Sylvia talking, and he stopped at the door, deciding to listen in as he was curious about what they spoke about. “Don’t tell anyone, but - I spiked the eggnog,” Emily stated, giggling, and Jim didn’t realise that she was just playing a prank on him, and Sylvia had been watching out to see when Jim was nearby.

Jim opened the door, and Emily winced when she noticed the look on his face. “Where is it?” Jim questioned, and she shuffled back, nervous. “Emily, where is it?” Jim demanded, before he rushed out of the room to check on you, but Sylvia ran after him.

You would be confused when you noticed Jim at the door, his eyes full of worry. “What is it?” You asked, and Sylvia tugged at Jim’s trouser leg to get his attention.

“We were just joking, daddy,” Sylvia whined, hugging his leg.

Jim visibly relaxed, lowering his head slightly. “Thank God,” he whispered, and you walked over to him, intertwining your fingers with his to soothe his nerves.

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When Jim met up with Deacon to invite him to come around for Christmas Day, he seemed hesitant about it; he didn’t want to put a downer on it. “I don’t know, Jimmy,” he responded, and Jim would be disappointed, “I mean - I loved Christmas as a kid, but - I haven’t felt the magic in a long time.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to come over? Even for a little while?” Jim pried, and he shook his head.

“Sorry to disappoint,” he replied, “but I’ll see you around.” Jim nodded, frowning when he thought about how disappointed you and the girls would be, too.

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“Why are we watching this?” Emily asked, bored.

“We always watch grandma got run over by a reindeer,” Jim answered, “it’s tradition.”

“Well it’s a boring tradition,” Emily murmured, and you giggled, amused.

𒀭🂱𖤍

You would be excited as you carried a box into the room - this was a special present you’d gotten for Emily and Sylvia. “Please tell me that’s not a puppy yipping from the box,” Jim murmured, and you grinned, setting it down for them, making sure that you weren’t covering the air holes. Sylvia and Emily both got excited, climbing off the sofa to investigate.

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“Are you going to come sledding with us, Jimmy?” You asked, and Jim hesitated; he had some stuff he had to do, unfortunately.

“I - I’m sorry,” he responded, rubbing the back of his neck, “I can’t.”

You frowned, but tried to hide it. “O-Oh,” you murmured, forcing a smile up at him, “well - we’ll see you later!” Jim felt bad as he watched you and the girls walk out, but he waved and smiled when you all waved at him, before you closed the door. Jim sighed, wishing he could join in.

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Jim wanted to make up for not going sledding with you and the girls, and so he held up some mistletoe above your head whilst you were cleaning up some mugs in the sink. “Pucker up!” Jim exclaimed, and you giggled when he turned you around to face him. “You got caught under the mistletoe,” he stated, and you leaned forward to kiss him.

𒀭🂱𖤍

New Year’s Eve began to approach again, and unfortunately Jim hadn’t had the time to help out much, or to spend as much time with you, Emily and Sylvia. Jim returned home exhausted, and you would try to lighten up his mood by pulling him off the sofa. “Come on, Jimmy - Get into the spirit! Dance with me,” you whined, and he groaned, easing you off of him as he sank back onto the sofa again. You would be disappointed, but decided you shouldn’t push him as you sat beside him, playing with his hair to soothe him.

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rottenroyalebooks · 5 months

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Love Drunk - 0.1

Pairing: Eddie Munson x older sister!Harrington reader

Also includes: Steve Harrington x sister!reader (siblings)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Summary: Y/N Harrington left Hawkins as soon as she turned eighteen with her boyfriend to follow her dreams of being a Rockstar. Three years later, she returns to Hawkins alone and scarred. Now, she has to repair her broken relationship with her younger brother, all while trying to prevent herself from falling for a cute metal head who plays at the Hideout, where she works.

Warnings: None.

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Driving back to Hawkins, Indiana, was the last thing I thought I would do.

I wouldn't say I liked this hellhole and got away as soon as possible. I never wanted to see the all-too-familiar roads and trees filled with bad memories.

Why did I come back here if I hated this place so much? My life fell apart underneath my feet, and I had no choice.

The drive was long and taxing, but I had a caravan from the 60s that still worked beautifully, so I didn't have to stay in any motels. I left California with a few boxes of my possessions and my black and white Saint Bernard Baxter, and we hit the open road together. It was a long trip, but eventually, I pulled into the driveway of my family home, which was pitch black.

Being late into the night, I was not surprised that the house was dark. I pulled my van into the backyard so it wouldn't be seen by anyone who drove by. I turned my van off and climbed into the back of my caravan, grabbing my travel bag and waking Baxter up so he wouldn't be sleeping outside in the cold.

I tried the back door, but it was locked, so I had to grab the spare key that was always kept underneath my mother's favorite garden gnome. I scoffed, showing the key to Baxter, who tilted his head. "See? They're predictable."

Once I unlocked the door and returned the key to its hiding place, I crept into the kitchen slowly, with Baxter trailing behind me and lazily trudging around. I poked my head into the garage, seeing it bare of any cars, and scoffed, "Nobody's home? They're probably away on business again." I pulled myself back into the house and closed the door.

I started thinking about my little brother Steve. He must have been nineteen, probably off at some fancy university far away from this town. Good for him.

I found my way to my old bedroom, letting Baxter in with promises of bedtime, and closed the door behind me. The room had barely been touched, though my parents were never home enough to care about what had happened. My bed was a mess, my posters were still on the walls, my desk was nearly covered in junk, my old makeup lay on the dresser, and my records were still in a box I had put together.

Sighing happily, I put my backpack on a chair and watched as Baxter jumped onto my bed, making himself as comfortable as possible. I sat on the bed next to my nightstand, which held the phone I had begged my parents to put in for me. I picked it up, hearing the dial tone and beeping as I pressed one of the few numbers I had memorized.

I pressed the phone to my ear, listening to the ringing. Finally, after a few rings, there's a male voice coming from the receiver, "I swear to god, somebody better be dead if you have the bright idea of calling me at three in the fucking morning."

I held back a laugh, "Jim! Hey, it's Y/N,"

I could almost feel his mood lighten, "Y/N? I never thought I'd hear your voice again! How've you been, kid?"

"Could be better. it could be worse. I'm back in town wondering if the pub needs a bartender."

He hummed lightly, "Luckily for you, Paul retired two weeks ago, and I've been having trouble finding decent help. You got any experience bartending?"

I smiled, thankful that he didn't push my return further, "I was a bartender for three years. I kept my nights busy."

"Perfect, you're hired. Can I go back to bed now?"

Giggling, I nodded, knowing he couldn't see me, "Yes, yes, sorry for calling so late. Goodnight, Jim." I placed the phone in the receiver and began stretching, getting myself ready to sleep.

My peace didn't last very long as my door swung open, revealing none other than my little brother, who wasn't so little anymore, welding a baseball bat in his hands. I jumped slightly and held my hands up in surrender, "Whoa, whoa! Steve?"

He stared at me, his features melting into a look of surprise, "Y/N?" He kept the bat high up in the air.

The two of us spoke in unison, "What are you doing here?"

"I asked you first, twerp."

He looked at me with an exasperated expression, "I'm literally the one with the bat."

I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest as the adrenaline died down, "I have an attack dog. Don't make me sick him on you."

He glanced behind me, looking at Baxter; smirking, he just looked back at me as he lowered the bat, "Oh yeah, he's an attack dog alright."

I looked over my shoulder and turned to look at Baxter, who laid there unbothered; passed out nearly dead to the world. If it weren't for the slow rise and fall of his upper body, I would have thought he was dead.

"I could be facing an actual murder right now, and you would just be blissfully aware until you woke up to see my dead body."

Steve sighed, "N/N, what happened?"

I turned back to him, "I'm back in Hawkins. Mom and Dad don't need to know. Hopefully, I'll find a place of my own soon. Trust me, you'll barely know I'm here."

He just stared at me, his expression unreadable as he contiplated my words. He grew a lot since I last saw him. His hair was shorter back then. He was shorter. He's no longer the scrawney kid I had to protect in my senior year, when he was merely a freshman.

I probably looked different, too, but in other ways.

"I should probably get some rest, I have an early shift." He awkwardly ran a hand through his hair. I nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, kid. We'll talk later, I want to know everything I've missed." I smirked, grabbing the covers and pulling them over my legs, "Hit the lights on the way out?"

He chuckled lightly, nodding, "Yeah, goodnight, Melody." He baked out of the doorframe, flipping the lights off for me before closing the door, leaving me to stare up at the ceiling; which still had the glow in the dark stars on it.

Baxter rolled over a bit, cuddling into my side as we got comfortable in my bed.

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sherlockfanficwriting · 4 years

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Sherlock “Don’t shoot her” (x reader)

Summary - You’re helping Sherlock with a case that takes the dangerous turn. You find yourself in a situation with tough choices. When the bullet pierces through your skin, will you feel regretful? Will Sherlock save you? If he does, will you pull through?

Warnings - violence, guns, sadness

A/N - gosh, it feels like I hadn’t wrote forever, which I hadn’t. Very sorry, I have been busy, but I cannot stay away from Sherlock fanfics. Sherlock gets so much popularity, but do you guys want more characters? I made one with Moriarty and it got one like.....lestrade got like 3....Mycroft also seems pretty popular with u guys. As you can tell angst and death and near-deaths and being saved are my specialty, or whatever it’s called so send me requests! I have a few more to do, but I love hearing your ideas :) @fanfictionsilove

“Moriarty’s going to be on this street at night,” Sherlock said holding his phone up to your face. You read it carefully. You hadn’t known London at all despite living there and going out on cases with Sherlock basically everyday for a year.

“Is he going to be armed?” You asked. Sherlock and you were walking down the street and he walked fast. You could see his face full of anger and determination.

“Yes, but he won’t kill me. He needs me, but I - I am going to kill him.”

You couldn’t wait. Seeing the man you despised most, Jim Moriarty - going down. He had been kidnapping and torturing too many people lately and it was time for once to take him down. You felt scared just thinking about being there later, but you were also excited to see it.

“Do you want to stop for a coffee? You seem....tense, Sherlock.” You told him, grabbing him by the shoulder to slow him down. He stopped and looked at you. A wave of calmness spread over his face when he did. He placed his hands on your shoulders.

“I’m fine, just a little tense that’s all. You needn’t worry about me. I’ll go to the flat, I have to contact Mycroft and a few others.”

You smiled, trying to cheer him up. “Okay, I’m going to get a coffee, a bit tired.”

He smiled back and held his hand under your chin.

“Be careful,” he emphasized and took off.

You stood in the street watching the tall figure in the long black coat disappear. You knew this was a serious night for Sherlock. He had never been this uptight and nervous before during any case. You decided to try not to bother him too much.

Suddenly a man bumped you on the street, causing you to almost fall forward. He didn’t even look back. You remembered you had been standing on the same spot in the middle of the street for a while. You started walking to the cafe nearby to get a coffee.

Ding

You looked down at your phone. A message from John.

John: I’m sorry I am away, but I heard where you and Sherlock are going tonight. Just be safe. He is probably a little fidgety. Good luck.

How hard can it be? As bad as Moriarty was, it wasn’t like he was impossible to defeat. You lost your appetite and threw your coffee out, storming back to your flat to get changed. As soon as you stepped outside, light rain hit your head. You groaned. When was it not raining? You stepped on the curb to call a cab in which one came rushing by to you.

You stepped inside. “44th street please,” you said. The taxi zoomed off.

Not much later the taxi halted. You paid him some cash and hopped out. The rain poured down harder as you ran to your door to unlock it. It swung open into a dark hallway. You trudged up the steps to your room, opening it and letting out a sigh. You walked to your closet, looking for a set of neutral dark clothes. You were dressed rather fancy today with a brown skirt and white blouse, something you simply felt like wearing. You pulled out a pair of loose black pants, a long-sleeve white cami, and a dark blazer. It was professional enough for you. Once you took down Moriarty, you were positive there would be some publicity.

After you changed, you looked at yourself in the mirror. You put on a pair of black heels and put your hair in a loose ponytail. You just stared at yourself and a sudden thought came across you. This day was purely odd. Sherlock was acting weird, but for a good reason. He hadn’t talked much to you today except a little when you were out for brunch with him. You wanted to help him and calm him down, but you didn’t want to pressure him into doing something he wouldn’t want to do.

You let out a long deep breath and walked to your night table. You opened the drawer, pulling out your mini knife. Just to be safe, you thought. You had wished you got a gun but didn’t find any time to do so. You knew how to use a knife quite better than anyone else. You slid it in your waist pocket.

Ding

You pulled out your phone. A text from Sherlock.

Sherlock - I’m leaving for the address. It’s 639 North Baxter Street. Get here as soon as possible. He’s there.

You looked at your phone. It was only 3 in the afternoon. You were supposed to get there at night. You dashed out of your room and down the steps into the street. The rain subsided thankfully. You waved your hand high, calling for a taxi. One pulled over and you jumped in.

“639 North Baxter.”

You looked out the window as the taxi drove through the busy streets. It started to get more secluded as the drive longed on. Fewer people, fewer cars, fewer houses. More sketchy buildings. You wondered even why Sherlock wanted you to come even if it was dangerous. What would you even do? Outnumber him? Perhaps, but you dared not to ask, you enjoyed being with him.

The taxi drove slowly through a bumpy road. Outside were a few townhouses and up ahead was a dark warehouse. It looked new, but somewhat abandoned? You weren’t sure.

“Right here, miss?” The taxi driver asked.

“Yes, thank you.” You gave him the cash and got out, walking to the building. You weren’t sure where Sherlock was, and you felt quite vulnerable walking by yourself, but you kept on. Suddenly an arm grabbed your waist and met you at your side. You turned. It was Sherlock.

“You’re here,” you said.

“Yes and ready. Just be smart and don’t let him get to you.”

You gulped. Sherlock opened the front door slowly as you two walked in. It was dark. Very dark, but you tried to keep a hand on his back. You could see a dim light away. It seemed to be getting brighter. You walked down with him.

“Welcome!” Someone shouted.

You whipped your head around. The lights of the whole ground floor lit up simultaneously, almost blinding you. There he was. Moriarty standing there with his hands clasped. You could see the walls and floor. It was plain and all-white colors, quite contrary to the outside. Sherlock didn’t speak.

“That’s not a kind welcome,” Moriarty said.

“What do you want?” Sherlock asked.

Moriarty walked a bit closer to the two of you. “Who’s this?” He asked, looking at you.

“My friend,” Sherlock said, slightly stepping closer to you.

“Well, you must be special to be here with us,” Moriarty retorted. You stayed quiet.

“What is it that you want?” Sherlock asked again. Moriarty began to smile.

“I want you gone. Not dead. Just gone. I’m going to light up the world with my final plan. Goodbye London!” His voice echoed through the room, causing you to shiver. You didn’t know what he was talking about, but you knew Sherlock was going to kill him soon.

“Okay. I’ll leave.” Sherlock’s voice was blank and emotionless.

“Oh, you’re not going by yourself. I’ll be having someone take you.”

“Whatever you want, but you can’t do anything to London. You know you can’t.”

Moriarty was silent at this. “I can do whatever I want.” His tone was serious and heartless. He pulled out a gun. Your eyes widened. He wasn’t going to kill Sherlock like he told you. He was trying to scare us.

“Okay. Shoot me.” Sherlock said.

“Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t. I’d like to see some blood tonight.”

You could see Sherlock move his hand slowly to his pocket. The gun.

“Keep doing that and I’ll kill you both.” Sherlock stopped and stood still. You didn’t know his plan anymore.

“You know, you really should be gone today. I’m tired of seeing you. You’re messing up my plans. You killed my men.” He said coldly full of anger.

The two of you stayed silent, waiting for the next thing. You watched Moriarty’s hand’s carefully and his whole body, looking for movement and predicting his next move.

“I surprised you today, and soon you will remember nothing,” Moriarty said.

You looked at his actions. You knew the shot was coming right to Sherlock. His fingers ever so slightly moving to the trigger. The body stance. The eyes. The desire in them. You started moving your body. What did you value more? Whose life? Did you value your life or Sherlock’s? A split second would make the difference. You saw it. The bullet. You saw it slowly moving out of the gun. You moved quickly. You had always been agile. You kept the bullet in your focused sight and moved right to it. You stood in front of Sherlock, the man you loved, sparing his life. With a set of fierce eyes and a body full of love, you took the bullet from Sherlock.

Time picked up. You felt your skin rupture and as the bullet pierced your upper abdomen. You couldn’t feel any pain, you could barely hear anything. You were still standing. Shocked.

“No!” Someone cried out. A shot was fired and you could see Moriarty falling to the ground. Your senses and reality took over your mind. You began to fall back as a pair of arms caught you going down. You looked at your stomach. A pool of blood was growing bigger and bigger by the moment. You placed your hand on it, now coated with blood. You couldn’t hear anything. Just silence, but you had no regrets.

“(Y/N)! You’re okay!” Your hearing suddenly came back to normal. You were lying on the ground staring at the ceiling. Blank expression.

“I’m sorry, Sherlock,” you said. “I had to.”

He placed his hands on your wound. “No - no you didn’t. Why did you? It should have been me! I shouldn’t have taken you.” His voice was shaky and full of despair. You looked at him. His eyes teary and lip quivering. Mind moving a hundred miles an hour. He buried his face in your chest repeatedly. You held his hand, your soft fingers grasping a rough but delicate hand of the man you loved. He squeezed it.

Sherlock picked you up and sprinted outside, carrying you to the road that you came in.

“Help!” He cried out.

Your eyes were fluttering open and closed. You heard a siren in the distance and tried to hang on, but you knew this was it. It was gone.

“(Y/N), please stay. I love you. I really do. I really really love you,” he said, wrapping his arms around you tighter. You wanted to get up and show him you were fine and kiss him and hug him, but you couldn't. All you can see was a dark sky blocked by a set of dark hair. Sherlock ran to the ambulance as two men came out. He hopped up and placed you on the stretcher inside.

“She was shot! She’s bleeding. Help her!” He screamed at them. They moved quickly, pressing firmly on your wound, and hooking you up to the heart monitor. They ripped off your cami, your bare skin drenched in a dark red. Sherlock stood over you, holding your hand and stroking your hair.

“You’re doing great,” he said. “Just a little longer now, please.”

The ambulance sped through the streets of London to the hospital. Your heartbeat was low. The men kept the pressure on your wound. You saw Sherlock over you. His eyes still teary, but you knew you wouldn’t make it. You still have no regrets.

“Sherlock,” you managed to get out.

“Yes- yes? What?” He asked concerned.

“I love you too, but this is it.”

He stared at you and continued to cry more. “No, please. You can hang on.”

“I can’t, but I have no regrets. I’ll always be there for you.” You squeezed his hand with all your strength. You felt your love for him as prominent as it can be. You felt his love for you poured out in the most horrible way. It didn’t have to end like this, but you would rather you than him. What was heaven like? Was there even a heaven? Would there be another Sherlock for you? You were overwhelmed and tried to hang on. The ride felt too long as the life poured out of you rapidly.

Sherlock buried his head in you and continued stroking your hair and squeezing your hand. You wanted to grow up with him, love him, get married, live in paradise, but the life you gave him was yours. The ceiling grew dark. The pain you felt began to diminish. You felt an otherworldly feeling and embraced it. Your earthly life was diminishing. You continued to squeeze his hand, slowly losing your strength. Your hand went limp in his as the heart monitor let out that dreaded long flatline.

You were gone.

Sherlock wept when your hand relaxed in his and he cried hard. He mourned and groaned out loud. He felt anger too. He thought it was all his fault. The woman he loved. Gone. You could have been home or going out on a nice dinner with him, but he insisted on you coming. Why you? Why now? His life would never be the same.

He had regrets.

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Jim Baxter X Fem!Reader Angsty Prompt with brief cute moments

!TW: Mention of nightmare/having a nightmare (not extremely detailed), mention of rapist/word ‘rapist’, lashing out, jealousy, anxiety, implied suffering from depression!

Jim decided to stay up the next night, and just as he had expected, you began to whimper and tremble, clearly having a nightmare again. Jim shuffled closer to you, before he made to wrap his arms around you, a pained expression on his face. You panicked, thinking that Jim was the rapist in your nightmare, and that he would hurt you. “Let me go!” You cried, and Jim tried not to get hit by you as you struggled against him desperately, frightened.

“It’s okay, Y/n,” Jim spoke gently and quickly, and you began to relax, “I won’t hurt you; it’s just me, okay?” You began to cry, turning around to hug him tightly. Jim pulled you closer to him, feeling his heart sink as he listened to you sobbing; he couldn’t bear to see you like this; it was breaking his heart. “Everything’s going to get better, Y/n,” Jim promised, “you - you’ll get through this, I promise, and you won’t ever have to think about that night again.” You hoped that he was right as you buried your face into his shoulder, whimpering as you tried to calm down, his voice soothing you as he whispered sweet-nothings to you.

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You were disappointed when you’d gone to see Jim at the Kern County Department building because you’d bought him a present, and wanted to give it to him before he got home as you felt as if you couldn’t wait that long to see his reaction, but you decided not to bother him when Jamie led you to where he currently was on his lunch break because he was talking and joking with Erin at his desk. “Are you okay?” Jamie inquired, and you nodded, forcing a smile over at her.

“I - Should probably just, actually - Wait until he gets home,” you answered, and Jamie would be surprised, wondering what had changed your mind as she looked over at Jim and Erin. “I’m sorry, if I wasted your time,” you murmured, feeling bad, and stupid for thinking that it would be a good idea to disturb Jim, Jamie and Erin at work.

“Not at all,” Jamie responded, “I’ll walk you out, if you want me to?”

You shook your head, not wanting to waste any more of her time. “That’s okay,” you replied, “thank you for the offer, though. I hope you have a good rest of the day, Jamie.”

“You, too,” Jamie returned, “take it easy, okay?” You nodded, before you waved back at Jamie as you began to walk back to the entrance of the building.

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You quickly brushed away your tears when you heard Jim pulling up outside when he got home from work; you’d decided to pretend that the present was from Erin, instead, and you’d written her name as neatly as you could over your’s once you’d gotten back home; you hoped that, though it would be painful for you, he would decide to leave you for Erin as you felt as if he’d be happier with her, especially when she hadn’t been tainted by a rapist, and they seemed to have more that they could talk about as they appeared to have a lot in common. “Hey!” Jim greeted as he walked through the door, and he chuckled as Emily and Sylvia rushed up to him, giggling. “How are my two little princesses?” Jim inquired as he crouched down in front of them, before he wrapped his arms around them both.

“Good!” They both answered in unison, before they began throwing the word ‘jinx’ at each other repeatedly.

Jim smiled sheepishly as he stood up, walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. “And how are you, my Queen?” Jim pried - Unbeknownst to you, Jamie had actually told him about what had happened.

“I’m okay,” you answered, smiling weakly back at him. “Erin sent you a present,” you claimed, hiding your face from him. Jim would be confused, a puzzled expression on his face, which he tried to hide at first; he knew you must be lying to him because Jamie had also told him that you’d bought him a present, and had been intending to give it to him when he got back home. “H-Here,” you continued, offering the nicely wrapped petite box to him.

Jim accepted the box from you, examining the handwriting on the label of it. “This doesn’t look like Erin’s handwriting,” Jim observed, glancing up at you, “it looks more like your’s, to me.”

You winced, shrugging as you hid your face from view again. “Maybe we just have similar handwriting,” you murmured, and Jim shook his head, setting down the box on the counter, before he returned his attention to Emily and Sylvia for a moment.

“Hey, girls - Why don’t you put that show you like on tv? It should be coming on soon,” Jim suggested, waiting for them to turn the television on, before he turned back to you. “I know you bought me the gift, Y/n,” Jim stated, “Jamie told me.” You faltered, a pained expression on your face. “I wouldn’t have minded you giving it to me when you came to see me, Y/n,” Jim expressed, leaning on the counter beside you. “Why didn’t you?” Jim questioned, but you wouldn’t answer him. “Was it because you saw me talking to Erin?” Jim pried, and you grunted, turning away from him, indicating to him that it was because he was talking to Erin when you saw him. Jim sighed, shaking his head, before he made to intertwine his fingers with your’s, but you wouldn’t let him, moving your hand away before he could. “Y/n, I’ve already told you-”

“Tell me you need me, Jim,” you interrupted shakily, “because it feels like you - you don’t anymore.”

Jim frowned, shaking his head with a hurt look on his face. “Are you crazy? Of course I need you, Y/n,” Jim responded, “I’ll always need you; you’re my soulmate, remember? I love you, and I’ll never stop loving you, I promise.” You nodded begrudgingly, deciding to give up; you didn’t want to upset him further as you turned around to wrap your arms around him. Jim expressed relief as he returned the hug, smiling weakly. “Don’t ever think that I don’t need or love you, Y/n,” Jim concluded, “because that will never be true.” You nodded again, trying desperately to believe him.

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Jim Baxter X Reader Caring Prompt

!TW: Implied suffering from an illness/being sick, anxiety, feeling guilty/feeling like a burden, implied suffering from depression, mention of feeling under the weather, mention of having a cold, mention of aspirin/medication/drugs, mention of being in pain!

“You’re so pale,” he spoke quietly, his voice full of concern and worry. Jim had never seen you like this before, and your sudden new complexion scared him.

You would be anxious, wincing as you felt numb when you tried to move. “Am I?” You asked, managing to turn your head to look at him. You noticed how tired he looked, and you realised that he’d been stopping himself from sleeping to take care of you, which is the opposite of what you’d told him to do. “Jimmy-.. You need to sleep,” you whispered, your voice strained and shaking.

Jim shook his head; he was too worried that something might happen to you, that he would lose you during the night. That was enough for him to keep himself awake. “I do sleep,” he lied, the tone of his voice one of impatience. “I just didn’t get as much sleep last night,” he muttered, staring ahead of him and fidgeting with his hands. You knew he was lying, but you didn’t want to upset him further. Jim changed the subject, his voice calmer. “Drink your tea, it’ll help your throat,” he advised, gesticulating to the mug beside you. Jim stood up and approached you, carefully lifting the mug to your lips to help you drink from it. “How do you feel, now?” Jim asked, though he was worried for your answer; it was evident on your face that it wouldn’t be good.

You shrugged, staring up at the ceiling. “I feel strange,” you murmured, not knowing how to describe it. “I’ve just - felt kind of ‘off’ all day,” you tried to sum it up, and he nodded slightly in response, he could see that you had.

Before you could stop him, he sat beside you on the bed, trying to hug you. You managed to move away, as you didn’t want to get him sick. “Y/N, it’s okay. C’mere, baby,” he spoke softly, his voice soothing you as you let him pull you close; he didn’t care if you got him sick, he just wanted to comfort you and make you feel better.

You had gotten out of bed, trying to walk around. Jim anxiously watched you, staying close to you just in case you needed him to catch you. “You look like you’re about to fall over,” he uttered from behind you, trying not to panic whenever you staggered or tripped over yourself.

You leaned against the table, annoyed by your nose running constantly. “Do we have anymore tissues?” You asked, glancing up at him through fatigued eyes. Jim nodded, reluctantly leaving you alone for a moment to grab the box, offering you a tissue. “Thank you,” you spoke, your voice weak. Jim placed the tissue box down on the table, wishing that you could get some sleep as you were clearly exhausted.

Jim sat next to the bed, holding a bowl. You tried to stop him from giving you the food, not feeling hungry, which was a lie. “Try a little of the broth, for me?” Jim requested, clearly desperate. “It’s good for you,” he reminded you. “I know you’re not hungry, but you need to eat,” he insisted, and you gave in, letting him feed you.

You groaned, turning away. “I really don’t feel good, Jimmy,” you stated, stopping him from feeding you the next spoonful. Jim stopped, setting down the spoon and bowl. Jim leaned forward, placing his hand on your forehead to check your temperature, withdrawing it as it was hot to the touch. “It’s okay - I’ll take it easy, I promise,” you assured, pushing his hand away gently.

Jim would be concerned when you went quiet, you eyes fluttering shut and your breathing becoming heavy. “Everything okay there?” Jim asked, unsure as he gently turned you to see your face. You winced, opening your eyes to look up at him. “Hey, are you alright?” Jim pried, urgent as he was worried that you would pass out. “Maybe you should have more of the broth,” he muttered, but you stopped him from reaching for the bowl.

“I can’t eat anymore Jimmy, I can barely swallow,” you responded, and he lowered his hand.

Jim placed his hand on your’s, wanting to comfort you as much as he could. “Well - I’ll stay with you, and try to make you feel as comfortable as I can. I won’t leave,” he assured, leaning back in his seat.

You felt guilty, like you were a burden on him. “You’ve got so much to do, though,” you murmured, “I don’t want you to waste your time on me.” Jim shook his head; he wanted to stay beside you for as long as he could. “S-Sorry, I seem to be losing my voice,” you spoke quietly as your voice cracked.

Jim frowned, wishing he could take your suffering away from you. “Your face is a little flushed,” he commented, noticing the red tint to your cheeks.

You tried to hide it, feeling embarrassed. “I’m a little under the weather, that’s all,” you murmured, but he wasn’t sure what to believe.

“Are you sure?” Jim asked, lifting a skeptical eyebrow.

“I think so,” you responded, rubbing your eyes as they were itchy, and kept watering.

“Stay put whilst I get the thermometer,” he commanded, rushing out of the room. Jim wasn’t very trusting, he thought that you’d try and run off. Jim grabbed the thermometer, and rushed back to you. Jim tested your temperature, waiting anxiously.

You groaned, trying to stop him. “I’m fine, why do you have to do this now?” You whined, just wanting him to leave you alone for a bit.

Jim ignored your complaints, focussing on the temperature meter. “Stop that and let me take a look at you,” he demanded, wishing you wouldn’t be so stubborn sometimes.

“It’s just a cold,” you tried to lighten the situation, not wanting to believe otherwise. “That result is just high because it’s hot in here,” you mused, watching him as he read the thermometer.

“Please, keep it down,” he uttered, briefly looking up at you before he returned his gaze to the thermometer.

“I’ll be fine with a few hours sleep,” you assured, but he wouldn’t listen to you.

Jim would be shocked, not sure if he was reading the thermometer right. Jim then checked your temperature by using his hand, withdrawing his hand when your forehead almost burnt it. “You’re burning up!” Jim stated, surprised.

You groaned, reaching for your tissue as you sneezed for the 1000th time that day. “I - I can’t stop sneezing-!” You cried; your nose was sore and it pained you. “Do we have aspirin, or something?” You asked, and he nodded.

Jim checked the drawer; he’d previously placed the packet in there as he knew that it would be needed at some point. Jim offered you the aspirin and glass of water, so you could swallow it with the water. Once you were done, he placed the glass back down on the cabinet surface. “You feel too warm,” he whispered, intertwining your fingers with his.

You whimpered, lifting your hand to your forehead. “My head is pounding,” you muttered, tears running down your cheeks as it was painful. Jim brushed away your tears, not wanting to see you upset.

“Here, sit down,” Jim led you to a nearby seat, sitting you down gently.

You lifted your hand to your forehead, your body numb with pain. “My head really hurts, Jimmy,” you spoke quietly, your voice shaking.

Jim frowned, wishing that he could fight the pain, instead of you; he wanted to suffer, so you didn’t have to. Jim checked your temperature with his hand, and noticed that your temperature was high. “Yeah, you’re runnin’ a little hot,” he mused, worried.

“My throat feels like it’s on fire,” you added, irritated as it continuously pained you. Jim checked his watch, wary that it was a work day for him, but he didn’t want to leave you. Jim dialled up his boss’ number, with the intention of giving himself a day off to take care of you. “Please don’t call in because of me,” you begged, feeling like a burden. Jim wouldn’t listen, leaving the room to continue with the call.

“Can you dim the lights a little?” You requested, the bright lights beginning to affect your eyes.

Jim nodded, turning off the big light and replacing it with the lampshade. “Better?” Jim asked, and you nodded, whispering ‘thank you’. “How are you feeling, now?” Jim asked, hopeful that you felt a little bit better.

“M-My nose itches so bad, but I can’t sneeze!” You whined, wishing that you could finally sneeze and stop your nose from running.

Jim checked your temperature with the thermometer, to be sure of what it really was. “102? No wonder,” he uttered, and you would both be shocked that it was so high.

“I’ll be okay, I think,” you muttered, trying to hide the uncertainty in your voice. “I can only breathe through one side of my nostril, that’s what makes it worse, though.”

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Jim Baxter X Fem!Reader Cute and fluffy prompt

!Mention of rape/the word ‘raped’ (if the comment at the bottom of the post isn’t cut)!

“C’mon,” he encouraged, “it’ll be fun!”

You shook your head, looking away from him. “I - I don’t know, Jim,” you responded, “there are a lot of.. pretty girls at the rink and.. I - I don’t belong there-”

“Shut up,” he interrupted, holding your hand. “You know you’re pretty,” he stated, and you frowned, bowing your head slightly. “In fact, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen,” he added, wishing you’d see yourself the way he saw you.

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You watched as Jim sank on the sofa, running his hands over his face; he was clearly exhausted and stressed. Jim winced when he looked over at you, and you tilted your head partially, smiling sweetly at him to try and cheer him up - normally when you smiled in a particular way, he’d feel better. “Don’t smile at me like that,” he whined, “I can’t take it.” You frowned, walking over to him and sitting beside him. “I missed you so much today,” he admitted, wrapping his arms around you.

You smiled warmly, hugging him back. “I missed you, too,” you returned, hopeful that you’d made him feel better.

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“Can’t you stay a little longer?” You requested, and Jim looked back at you. “Please.” You tried to pull a puppy dog face, and he frowned, tilting his head partially.

“Ugh - I hate how cute you are,” he stated, “fine - but only for ten minutes, okay?” You nodded, snuggling close to him when he laid down beside you.

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“I told you you’d love it,” he reminded you as you both walked back to his car, and he opened the passenger car door for you. You smiled and nodded at him to say ‘thank you’ as you climbed into the car, and he closed the door for you, moving around to his side. Jim noticed you staring at him, and he would smile softly, wondering what you were thinking about. “What? Have I got something on my face?” Jim asked, and you shook your head.

“N-No, I just-.. I was thinking about how I don’t want this night to end,” you admitted, holding his hand.

Jim smiled warmly, glad that you’d had a good night compared to the last few. “It doesn’t have to,” he stated, “we could go back home and watch another film of your choosing, if you like.”

You would nod quickly, relieved. “I was worried you’d say ‘no’-”

Jim shook his head, gently squeezing your hand. “How could I ever say ‘no’ to that face?” Jim returned, grinning at your reaction.

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When you both got home, you snuggled up with Jim as you both watched your favourite cat film called ‘Nine Lives’, and he played with your hair gently as he knew you liked it. You felt your cheeks warming up as you looked up at him, and you whimpered quietly when he noticed you, quickly lowering your head again. Jim chuckled quietly; he loved that after all these years you were still shy around him. “Your hands feel perfect in my hair,” you commented, your voice barely audible.

You then realised he’d made cute little braids with it, and you couldn’t help, but smile. “Look what I made you!” Jim delicately held one of them up, clearly proud of his work. “Do you like it?” Jim asked, hopeful.

“I love it, Jimmy,” you answered, before you placed a kiss on his cheek to thank him, smiling timidly and avoiding eye contact with him.

“I love you so much,” he remarked, before he initiated another kiss, surprising you and making you nervous as you backed away from him, a pained expression on your face. “I - I’m so sorry,” he spoke quickly, “I completely forgot - I was just lost in the moment and-”

“It’s okay,” you reassured, and he fell quiet. “I just - wasn’t expecting it, you didn’t do anything wrong,” you explained, before you leaned forward to kiss him, gently pressing him down on the sofa - you were glad you and Jim dropped off the kids at his mother’s house earlier today.

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You were lonely whilst he was doing paperwork in the spare room, and you decided to join him as the television had become boring to you - it wasn’t the same when you weren’t watching it with Jim. “H-Hey,” you spoke quietly, and he looked back at you, surprised, but happy to see you nonetheless.

“You were missing me out there, weren’t you?” Jim guessed, and you nodded, feeling embarrassed. “Come sit on my lap,” he offered, and you did. “You’re literally so adorable I wanna squish your cheeks,” he remarked, and you giggled, burying your face against his shoulder. “I promise I’ll be done with this soon, and we’ll be able to do something together,” he assured, and you shook your head.

“It’s okay, Jimmy, I really don’t mind,” you reassured him; you didn’t want him to rush anything for you; you felt as if you weren’t worth it.

“No,” he interrupted, “I’m gonna try and finish it as quickly as I can, I don’t want my princess to be bored.”

“Oh, Jimmy,” you whispered, placing a kiss on his lips. “You’re too good to me,” you stated, and he agreed, grinning.

“I believe you deserve the world, and I’m trying to give it to you,” he responded, before hugging you back.

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Further detail: The reader (Jim’s wife) reacts in this way to Jim kissing her because of her being raped not too long ago

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Jim Baxter x Fem!Reader where Jim is shot in the stomach when he takes a bullet for Joe Deacon during night investigation. His wound is severe which leaves him in critical condition and the reader, who is his wife is called to the hospital and after sometime. She helps him recover both in hospital and in their home.

Jim Baxter X Fem!Reader Requested Prompt

!TW: Mention of bullet, implied mention of getting shot, mention of gun, (mild?) violence, word ‘shot’, blood/presence of blood, mention of ambulance, mention of hospital/hospital, anxiety, mention of pain (not extremely detailed)!

“What was that?” Deacon uttered, his voice muffled and distant; Jim was reliving the chaotic scene moments before which resulted in him taking a bullet for Deacon.

Jim would squint his eyes in the direction of the noise, and he panicked when a dark figure with a gun emerged from the bushes. “Deac, look out!” Jim cried, before he positioned himself in front of his friend as the figure pulled down on the trigger.

Jim cried out in pain, and before he could collapse, Deacon caught him, his eyes wide with shock. The figure then turned, running away as fast as they could, Sal and a couple others chasing after them. “It’s gonna be okay, buddy,” Deacon spoke gently as he looked around for Jamie, who rushed toward them upon hearing the commotion.

“What happened!?” Jamie exclaimed, crouching down beside Jim after Deacon had lowered him slightly to make him feel more comfortable.

“He got shot,” Deacon answered, and Jamie took out her phone, intending to call an ambulance for Jim. “What the hell were you thinking!?” Deacon questioned, disappointed that Jim had gotten himself shot for him.

Jim groaned, clutching his stomach as blood began to stain his hands, seeping through the gaps between his fingers. “T-Tell Jamie to - to call Y/n, please,” Jim begged, his voice trembling.

“We’ll call Y/n once we get you to the hospital, okay?” Deacon responded, but Jim shook his head; he didn’t want to wait to see you until he got to the hospital; he needed you by his side to comfort him; you always managed to distract and make him feel better.

“N-No,” Jim whined, “tell her to call Y/n now!”

Deacon shook his head; he knew he couldn’t before Jim had arrived at the hospital, and was treated. “There’s an ambulance on the way!” Jamie called as she rushed back to Jim and Deacon, helping Deacon to stall the bleeding as they waited for the ambulance to arrive, which it did shortly after the call had been made.

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Like Deacon had told Jim, Jamie called you once he’d arrived in hospital and was rushed away to be treated, and you immediately drove down to the hospital once you’d gotten the call, trying not to panic and get into an accident, though you struggled; you were frightened that you’d lose Jim, though Deacon and Jamie both promised you that he’d be okay; they’d gotten him to the hospital in good time, despite his critical condition. “Where is he?” You cried as you rushed up to Deacon and Jamie who were in the waiting room, and they both stood up when they noticed you. “I - I need to see him-”

Jamie held you at arm’s length, trying to stabilise you. “He’s being treated as we speak, Y/n,” Jamie stated, “he’ll be okay, like we promised; he just might need your help whilst he’s recovering.” You nodded; you’d do anything to ensure that Jim recovered swiftly. Jamie smiled to comfort you, and you returned a weaker smile, before Jamie led you over to a free chair so you could sit down; she knew how you must be feeling.

With every passing second, you felt more anxious to see Jim, and you stood up, prompting Jamie to stabilise you again. “Please just let me see him-”

“You’ll be able to see him soon, okay?” Jamie promised, and a strained sob escaped your lips. “Don’t cry,” Jamie cooed, before she pulled you into a hug, trying to soothe you by rubbing your back.

“I just want to see that he is okay,” you whined, and Jamie nodded gravely, understanding.

“And you will see that he is okay,” Jamie assured, “they just need to finish patching him up, okay?” You nodded, before you sank onto the chair again.

After what felt like hours to you, a nurse entered the waiting room from the double doors Jim was rushed through when he was brought into hospital. You stood up when both Jamie and Deacon stood up, fidgeting with your trembling hands as you did. “He’s going to be asleep for a little while,” the nurse informed, and you felt your heart sink; you knew they wouldn’t let you see him whilst he was sleeping, but you were glad to hear that he was okay. “I’ll come back and inform you when he’s woken up, and then two of you will be able to go in and see him,” the nurse relayed, before she walked back through the double doors.

It had gotten darker outside when the nurse came back, informing you three that Jim was now awake. You stood up, looking between Deacon and Jamie. “I - Should probably go in there alone after,” Deacon mused; you didn’t know that Jim had actually taken a bullet for him, and he wanted it to stay that way; he was worried that you might react badly if he told you.

You nodded, smiling faintly back at Jamie, who stood up and followed both you and the nurse through the double doors. “He’s in here,” the nurse concluded, before she opened the doors for you both, and held them open, until you both were inside the room.

You faltered when you noticed him, and Jim feebly smiled up at you. “Y/n,” he whispered, and you rushed over to the seat beside the bed he was on, pulling it closer.

“I was so worried about you,” you expressed shakily, before you held his right hand in both of your’s. “I - I was worried I’d lost you-”

“Hey,” Jim interjected gently, shaking his head, “you’ll never lose me, okay? I promise-”

“D-Don’t promise!” You cried, surprising both him and Jamie. “If - If you promise, something will happen to you,” you explained, your voice quivering as you did.

Jim scoffed, shaking his head again. “That’s ridiculous, Y/n-”

“You promised me that nothing would ever happen to you, Jimmy,” you reminded him, “and you got shot!”

Jim winced, sharing a knowing look with Jamie for a moment. “Nothing will happen this time, Y/n,” Jim reassured you, or tried to, “don’t worry and think that it will, because it won’t; I’m almost certain that it won’t, okay?” You begrudgingly nodded, trying not to think about what else could happen to him.

“I - I’ll try not to worry, Jimmy, I just-” You sighed, lifting your right hand to brush away a tear that had escaped your right eye. “I love you so much, and I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you mused, and Jim smiled sadly and apologetically up at you.

“Well, guess what?” Jim replied, and you tilted your head partially.

“What?” You inquired, lifting a skeptical eyebrow down at him.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, either,” Jim admitted, and another smile began to tug at the corners of your lips. “Oh, and - I love you more,” Jim added, making you giggle; you both liked to have playful fights in which you’d both debate who loves who more, and you were glad to see that that hadn’t changed.

“No,” you contradicted, “I love you more.”

“You guys are so cheesy,” Jamie piped up, and you both couldn’t help, but laugh in response to her remark, and Jim noticed that he was feeling much better already mentally.

𒀭🂱𖤍

You had gone out to get a water bottle from the vending machine to refill the water cup on Jim’s miniature table next to the bed he was on, though the nurses normally refilled the jug every hour, or whenever they were needed after that to refill it if they hadn’t been emptied after an hour. You stopped at the door of the room he was in, worried when you heard that he was crying. Jim would be surprised when you came back so soon; he thought you were going outside for fresh air for a little while, too; you said you would. “Jim?” You spoke gently, and Jim quickly turned his face away; he didn’t want to worry you, but you already knew that he was crying. “Are you okay?” You inquired, sitting beside him.

“It - It just hurts so much,” Jim whispered shakily, gesticulating to his stomach, where he’d previously been shot.

You frowned, a pained expression on your face. “I know it hurts,” you responded, placing your left hand on top of his right hand to comfort him, “but it’ll get better soon, I promise; you won’t have to be in so much pain anymore soon; everything will go back to normal.” Jim nodded gravely, hoping that you were right.

𒀭🂱𖤍

“It’s so good to have you home, Jimmy,” you expressed as you, Jim and the girls snuggled up together on the couch, careful to not hurt him as he was still not fully healed properly; he had been released because he appeared fit enough to return home with you, and Jamie helped you with guiding him out of the hospital and getting him into your car.

Jim smiled lovingly over at you, glad to be back as he had been getting sick of staying in that hospital bed for practically the whole day, excluding toilet breaks when he had help walking to the toilet. “It’s great to be back home,” Jim corroborated, and you smiled warmly up at him, before you connected your lips to his soft ones.

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When Jim got up to go to bed after the girls had been tucked in by you, he groaned, leaning heavily against the arm of the sofa. You rushed down the stairs when you heard him, and you expressed concern when you noticed that he was slightly doubled over. “Jimmy? A-Are you okay?” You inquired, hooking an arm around his waist to stabilise him if he needed you to.

“It just hurts a little bit when I get up, that’s all,” Jim murmured, his voice slightly strained.

You frowned, but tried to hide the worry you felt for him as you didn’t want to upset him by making him feel like a burden on you. “You’ll feel better once you take your medicine and have a nap,” you stated, and Jim nodded, forcing a smile up at you. “Let me help you up the stairs,” you instructed, and Jim nodded again, letting you guide him toward the staircase and slowly up the steps.

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angstyandromanticwriting · 1 year

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Jim Baxter X Reader Angsty prompt with cute moments and a cute ending

!TW: Mention of self-harm (not detailed), mention of suicide (not detailed), mention of blood/blood, self harm (not particularly detailed/not detailed in terms of how it’s done), mention of cut, mention of cheating!

Jim noticed that you were struggling to reach your bag on the shelf, and he grinned, hesitantly approaching behind you. “That’s cute,” he commented, and you would be surprised, clearly you hadn’t realised that he had been behind you.

You tried to hide your face, embarrassed. “Can - Can you help me?” You requested, and he managed to grab the bag, passing it to you with a smirk on his face. “Shut up,” you murmured, looking away.

“Can you stop ignoring me please? I’m going crazy.” You would continue to ignore him, and he would sit next to you, but you shuffled away. “What did I do wrong, this time? Was it because I embarrassed you when you had to ask me for help?” Jim guessed, and you glared at him, which proved to him that he was right. “You shouldn’t be upset because of that,” he stated, but you wouldn’t listen. “Okay, fine - I’m sorry,” he added, “now are you going to speak to me?” Reluctantly, you hugged him which surprised him, but he would be relieved that you weren’t still angry at him.

You heard the door open and close and you dragged yourself into the living room, surprised to find that Jim was home early. “It’s you,” you murmured, yawning. “You never told me you were going out today.” Jim winced, looking up at you. “You’re a traitor, all I wanted to do was lay in bed and eat all day with you,” you whined, and he felt bad.

“I know, and I’m sorry, but my boss called me and I had to go into work - It was urgent,” he replied, and you wouldn’t respond, you just walked out of the room. Jim followed you, worried. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to leave you alone, but I had to-”

“You keep promising me that we’ll spend more time together,” you interrupted, and he frowned, feeling worse when he had remembered he had actually promised you yesterday, too. “But then you always break the promise the next day,” you uttered, “just leave me alone.”

Jim knew he should have probably told you he was going out before he left, but he didn’t want to wake you up; he was also aware that he had to be careful because he didn’t want to see you hurt yourself again. “I never intended to leave you alone today, but I had to, or I could have lost my job if I hadn’t turned up. It was urgent, Y/N,” he reminded you, but you shook your head again. “Look - I’ve been really stressed out, okay? It’s not my fault if I decide I want a break from you,” he muttered, and you would be shocked, looking up at him.

“W-What?” You whispered shakily, and he realised. “You - You said you went into work because your boss called you,” you responded, your voice cracking. “Were you lying?” You asked him, trying to hold back the tears which fought to escape your eyes. “You were never going to keep your promises, were you?” You questioned, and he didn’t know what to do, or what had made him suddenly say something like that to you.

Jim tried to hug you, but you kept moving away. “Y/N, I’m - I’m so sorry,” he spoke quickly, but you wouldn’t listen. You closed the bathroom door and locked it, wanting to be away from him. “I never meant to say that to you,” he tried to open the door, scared that he would lose you if you tried to hurt yourself or even attempt to kill yourself again. “O-Open the door, please,” he pleaded, knocking on the door. “I love you, please come out,” he begged, knocking on the door louder. When you reluctantly opened the door, he would be relieved that you hadn’t hurt yourself, but he felt guilty. “You - You scared me,” he admitted, and you bowed your head.

“How do you think I felt, crying on the bathroom floor?” You retorted, and he frowned. “Please, say it again,” you requested, and he would be confused. “Say - Say that you love me,” you clarified, and he realised.

“I love you,” he spoke gently, and you let him wrap his arms around you, as he pulled you into a hug. You broke down, crying quietly against his shoulder, and hugging him tightly.

Jim would be surprised when he saw you sitting outside in the dark, and he decided to join you. “Are you okay?” Jim asked, concerned.

You dragged yourself out of your thoughts, looking up at him. “I’m fine, I just - I can’t sleep,” you admitted, and he sat beside you.

“You look beautiful in the moonlight,” he complimented, and you felt your cheeks heating up. “So - What’s the plan?” Jim asked, and you looked over at him, confused. “Do you feel like going somewhere nice next week?” Jim clarified, and you would think for a few moments. “It can be anywhere you want, it could even be the park - I don’t mind,” he assured, “as long as I have you with me.” You smiled, before looking away. “I’ll give you more time to think about it,” he suggested, and you nodded. Jim then noticed that you had blood on your sleeve, and he gently held your arm, lifting the sleeve before you could stop him, but the panic was evident on your face. “What - What happened? Did you do this?” Jim questioned, worried as he’d seen you do this to yourself before.

You bowed your head, managing to free your arm from his grip. “It’s just a cut, I’m fine,” you responded quietly, and he scoffed, shaking his head.

“Did - Did you do this earlier, when you locked yourself in the bathroom?” Jim inquired, guessing that he was right when you didn’t respond. “I’m so sorry,” he broke the silence which had followed, his voice close to a whisper as he pulled you close to him in a tight embrace, scared that he’d lose you if he let go of you.

“Stop looking at me like that,” he murmured when he noticed you glaring at him; he didn’t like to think that you didn’t trust him. “I’m going to work - It’s Thursday, remember?” Jim tried to remind you, surprised that you’d forgotten.

You reluctantly looked away, but didn’t want to just let him leave without him telling you the truth, and if he was seeing someone else behind your back. “You’re lying,” you muttered, and he frowned, glancing up at you and setting down his bag. “You’re not going to work, you’re going somewhere else,” you assumed, and he shook his head, but you didn’t want to listen.

“I’m telling you the truth-”

“No, you’re not. You never do!” You retorted, and he scowled, clearly annoyed.

“I don’t need this from you, Y/N,” he muttered; he was already stressed out, he didn’t want more grief from you.

“Can’t you just tell me where you’re going?” You whined, desperate as you stood up.

“I can’t deal with you when you’re like this,” he uttered, picking up his bag again and making for the door.

“Like what?” You questioned, and he glared back at you.

“A baby. You’re acting like a baby,” he replied, impatient.

“Why don’t you turn around and say that to my face?” You challenged him, and he hesitantly approached you.

Instead of repeating what he had said, he tried to stop the fight. “I’m sorry,” he began, and you scoffed, looking away from him. “I didn’t want to start an argument with you,” he admitted, “I’m just stressed out, okay?”

Jim checked his watch, and he winced, realising he was going to be late, and that he would receive an earful from his boss. “Can you please, just-.. tell me if you’re cheating on me,” you requested, your voice briefly trembling.

Jim would be shocked, wondering where you had gotten the idea that he was cheating on you. “I’m not cheating on you!” Jim exclaimed, and realised, repeating it more calmly. “I would never do that to you,” he promised, but you didn’t believe him.

“If you aren’t cheating on me, t-then why don’t you touch me anymore?” You asked, and he frowned.

Jim decided that he didn’t want to leave you alone, worried that if he left you in this state, you would hurt yourself again. “I’d never cheat on you, Y/N - I love you,” he spoke gently, trying to convince you; he didn’t want to fight with you anymore. “Look - I-I’ll skip work today, okay? I’ll stay here with you,” he stated, and you would be surprised, not expecting it from him as he rarely ever took time off from work, considering the work he is in.

You then began to feel like a burden, and you wished you’d never said anything to him. “You don’t need to do that for me, Jimmy,” you responded, but he had already decided.

“I know I don’t need to, but I want to,” he reassured you, and you weakly smiled at him, before hugging him and burying your face against his shoulder, feeling a little better.

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Jim Baxter X Reader Angsty prompt with a cute ending

!TW: Implied suffering from depression, self put downs, implied mention of self harm and suicide!

“Isn’t it time we both stopped pretending we make each other happy?” You uttered, and Jim frowned, wishing you would just give him a chance to show you that things would work out for the two of you together.

“I’ve never met someone who can gently destroy me the way you do,” he remarked, and you bowed your head, not wanting to show him the tears which invaded your eyes; you did still love Jim, but you were worried that things would only go wrong, like the previous times they had before. “Can’t - Can’t we just start again, from the beginning?” Jim asked, hopeful as he held you at arm’s length, but you managed to escape from his hold. “P-Please just do this, for us. We can go on a date, and I promise things will be perfect from there,” he assured, but you weren’t sure whether to believe him, but he wasn’t the problem; you believed you were the problem, instead, and you didn’t want to hurt him.

“I-I’m sorry, Jim, but I can’t,” you responded, your voice quiet. A pained expression crossed his face, and you felt bad, but pushed the feeling away as you tried to remind yourself that it was good for him. “We have the kind of history anyone would never want to think about again,” you stated, and he shook his head, hurt that you thought about your relationship with him that way. “And yet you’re here asking me to start again with you and to go on a date with you?” You mused, your voice strained as you tried not to let it shake. “Just-.. Forget about me, okay?” You pleaded with him, and he wouldn’t listen, not wanting to let things go so easily.

“I can’t forget about you!” Jim retorted, and you groaned, wishing he would make things easier for the both of you and just leave. “It’s not in my power to forget about how I felt when you loved me!” Jim exclaimed, his voice briefly trembling, but he managed to control it. “Are - Are you satisfied with the mess you’ve created out of me?” Jim asked, and you weren’t sure how to respond, not wanting to make things worse. “I should have listened to everyone who told me this was a bad idea,” he uttered, and you scoffed, disappointed.

“Oh yeah?” You responded, and he nodded, awkwardly shuffling on his feet. “Who told you that this was a bad idea, then?” You questioned, before reminding yourself that he would be better off without you. “‘Cause t-they were right,” you concluded, “this was a bad idea, clearly.” You then turned and left the room, locking yourself in the spare room.

You heard knocking on the door, but you didn’t dare open it. “Y/N?” You heard Jim’s voice, and you tried not to listen, wanting to harden your heart against him, but you just couldn’t. “I - I’m sorry, for what I said,” he continued, and you didn’t believe him. “I didn’t mean it,” he assured, before gently knocking again, hopeful you would let him in. “I never thought that they were right,” he admitted, and you reluctantly stood up, approaching the door. “I just want another chance,” he claimed, and you hesitantly opened the door.

Jim would be relieved that you had opened the door, but it was replaced with guilt when he noticed that your eyes were slightly red, and he assumed that you had been crying. “What makes you think I’ll be any different this time?” You asked, nervously looking away from him, a pained expression on your face. “I’ll let you down. I will always let you down,” you murmured, and he didn’t believe you; he hated to hear you speaking so negatively about yourself. “I’m not enough for you to be satisfied,” you added, trying to sum up your feelings.

“Don’t say that,” he spoke quietly, trying to hide the hurt in his voice as he gently place his hand on your cheek. “You are enough,” he contradicted, “and you’ve never let me down.” You reluctantly met his greyish blue eyes, weakly smiling. “I love you, and I’m sorry if I didn’t tell you or show you that I do enough,” he continued, his voice just above a whisper. “So-.. What do you say? Do you want to try again, or-..?” Jim asked, his eyes full of hope and anticipation as he awaited your response.

“S-Sure,” you replied, trying to hide the worry you felt as you didn’t want to mess things up again. Jim would be relieved, smiling sheepishly.

You had agreed to meet him at the park nearby, but as time passed it became obvious to him that you weren’t going to show up, and he had lost all hope. Jim decided to go to your house, miffed and disappointed that you had stood him up and not responded to his texts or answered his call. Jim, without thinking straight, took the key from under the mat and entered the house without knocking, which he’d usually do. You heard him walk into the room, but you didn’t dare look up at him. “What the hell, Y/N?” Jim hissed, annoyed.

“T-The thing I regret the most is giving you so much hope by agreeing to this date,” you spoke up, your voice weak and quiet. “I did warn you,” you lifted your head to look at him, “I told you that I’d let you down again.”

“This is different, Y/N,” he interrupted, “you didn’t show up, at all.” You lowered your head again, fidgeting with your hands. “You could have warned me that you might stand me up,” he muttered, “I’ll just go, shall I?”

You hesitated, wanting to stop him, but instead you held yourself back. “You’ll be happier without me, so y-yeah, you should go,” you agreed, trying to hide any emotion in your voice as you didn’t want him to realise that you were upset or break down in front of him.

Jim sat in the space beside you, but you turned away, not wanting him to see your tear-stained cheeks. “How many times do I have to tell you that I’m only happy when I’m with you?” Jim broke the silence which had passed over the two of you, and you didn’t respond, knowing that if you spoke, you would start crying again in front of him. “Without you, I have nothing,” he stated, “I would be lost again.” Jim tried to hold your hand, but you moved it before he could. “You make life worth living,” he mused, and you turned your head slightly; you were listening to him. “Whenever I have had a stressful day, you make me smile when I come home, and if I lost you I - I would be miserable,” he mused, trying to convince you. “I could never replace you,” he concluded, and you glanced back at him, reluctantly turning to face him again.

“You - You mean it?” You spoke quietly, your voice barely audible.

Jim nodded, smiling softly. “Of course I do,” he responded, “you’ve always made me happy and been there for me whenever I’m stressed out or upset. Even when I’m sick, which is very rare for me.”

You scoffed, and he grinned. “You’re sick two days a week, how is that rare?” You questioned him, and he chuckled quietly, glad that he’d cheered you up. The two of you fell quiet for a moment, your eyes locking with his. “Thank you, Jimmy,” you spoke softly, “if it weren’t for you, I’d-.. I don’t know what I’d do,” you lied, knowing you’d almost slipped up; you were sure that if you didn’t have him, you would be driven to hurt yourself or worse.

“I feel the same way,” he admitted, “without you, I don’t know what I’d do, either.” Jim then pulled you into a hug, glad to hold you in his arms again.

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angstyandromanticwriting · 1 year

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Jim Baxter X Fem!Reader Angsty Prompt with comfort, cute moments and a cute ending

!TW: Mention of word ‘raped’/mention of being raped (not extremely detailed), mention of blood, word ‘raping’, mention of violence, mention of nightmare/word ‘nightmare’ (not detailed), mild(?) violence, anxiety, being stressed, implied swearing (‘cursed’), word ‘die’!

You and Jim had decided to talk about the night you were raped in small stages; he thought maybe it would be slightly easier for you. “I know this is a stupid question, because - it’s probably your blood, but-” Jim set down the picture, gesticulating to the blood on the floor, and the small amount of blood on your t-shirt.

You shook your head, a pained expression on your face. “That’s not my blood,” you murmured, and Jim would be surprised, tilting his head partially; he was wondering if you’d managed to fight back against the man, before he’d succeeded in raping you. “It’s - It’s his,” you admitted, “I managed to kick him in the face whilst he attempted to pin me down, and then his nose started bleeding quite heavily. He - He then slapped me, and succeeded in pinning me down on the ground - That’s why there was blood on my t-shirt - it was from his nosebleed. I tried to escape his hold, b-but he was too strong, and-..”

Jim frowned when he noticed that you’d begun to cry, and he intertwined your fingers with his, wishing he could have stopped the man from doing what he had done to you. “It’s okay, Y/n,” Jim spoke gently, “we can stop there for today, okay?”

You nodded, burying your face into your hands for a moment, before you lowered them, resting them upon the table again. “Am - Am I going to get into trouble for kicking him?” You inquired, and Jim shook his head, reassuring you as you expressed relief, before you stood up and moved around the table to hug Jim. Jim returned the hug, rubbing your back to comfort you.

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When you’d heard that Jim’s more distant relatives were coming into town to see him, you panicked, thinking he’d tell them about what had happened to you, when you didn’t want them to know; you wanted to be seen as normal by them; you didn’t want to be treated differently, and you didn’t want them to know you as someone who’d been raped, and tainted; you still believed that you were, even when Jim continuously told you otherwise. “Just - Please don’t tell them, okay?” You practically pleaded, and Jim would think about it for a moment, holding you at arm’s length; he was worried that maybe they’d say something that would upset you, or scare you, or do something accidentally that would scare you, like move too quickly when they’re near you, if he didn’t tell them about what had happened to you. “They’ve probably got enough on their plates,” you mused, “they don’t need to add worrying about me to their list.”

“Are you sure?” Jim questioned, and you nodded, smiling reassuringly up at him. “O-Okay,” Jim murmured, before he nodded, though he felt as if he was going to be extra worried when they came to see you all in a few days.

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You’d been having a nightmare, and Jim was trying to wake you up by gently shaking you, but you would be startled by his action, unintentionally slapping him, making him groan and subconsciously let go of you. You felt guilty when you realised that you’d hit him, and you began to apologise shakily and continuously. Jim shook his head; he didn’t want you to blame yourself for what had just happened. “It’s okay,” Jim reassured you, “it wasn’t your fault, Y/n. You were just scared, and didn’t know that it was me until you saw me.” You hugged him tightly, and he returned the hug, rubbing your back to comfort you.

𒀭🂱𖤍

You’d cooked up a big meal for everyone; Jim’s distant relatives were meant to be coming over to see you all today, and you were beginning to get stressed out and anxious, pacing subconsciously around the room. “Are you okay?” Jim inquired, and you nodded, forcing a smile over at him as you began to stop pacing. Jim stepped closer to you; he could see that you were nervous, and he wanted to make you feel better. “Hey, if - if you want me to tell them that they can’t come today-”

“N-No!” You squeaked, and Jim hesitated, a pained expression on his face; he was worried about you.

“Are you sure?” Jim pried, and you nodded.

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You warily looked toward the window when you heard a car pulling up outside of you and his house, and he smiled softly, before he stood up, waiting for the doorbell to be rung, and when it was he walked out of the living room to open the front door. You took a deep, shaky breath, before you stood up from the sofa, waiting for them to enter the room behind Jim. You forced a smile when the small group began to file into the room, smiling widely and warmly when they noticed you. “Hey, it’s great to see you all!” You greeted, before you brought yourself to approach them, and hug each of them.

Jim monitored your behaviour closely, knowing he’d have to step in if you appeared uncomfortable. “Long time no see,” one of the women in the group chimed, and you wore a puzzled expression on your face; you were trying to remember where you’d seen her before because you knew that you had. “You don’t remember me?” She guessed, surprised. “It’s me, Monica - I was at you and Jim’s wedding,” she informed, and you cursed yourself for forgetting.

“I’m sorry, it’s just,” you began slowly as you thought of what to say for a moment, “it’s been so long, I didn’t remember for a minute.” Jim smiled reassuringly over at you when you subconsciously looked to him for comfort, and you felt a little better, smiling back at Monica, before you began to catch up with her to the best of your ability, without mentioning what had happened to you when she’d asked about what you’d gotten up to.

𒀭🂱𖤍

Emily and Sylvia decided to play a prank on you because they thought it would cheer you up; they didn’t like seeing you upset after the little talks you and Jim had about the night you were raped. You would be startled when they jumped out of their bedroom upon hearing you approaching to lie down in bed for a bit to calm yourself down after the talk. Jim warily approached you and the girls, worried about how you might react to their prank, but you seemed to take it quite well, relaxing quite soon after they had executed the prank. “You really got me, girls,” you remarked, managing a weak laugh. “You had me thinking that I was going to die there for a minute,” you added, and they both giggled, before they both wrapped their arms around you, making you smile, and feel much better.

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Jim Baxter X Fem!Reader Angsty and Cute Prompt with a cute ending

!TW: Threat (not detailed), mild violence, mention of blood, presence of blood, injury detail (cuts and bruises), implied swearing (‘cursing’), swearing!

“Don’t make me say something I’m going to regret!” Jim snapped, and you fell quiet for a moment, glaring back at him.

“You’re a mean drunk, you know that? So - Was it all just a game?” You retorted, and he would be surprised as he hadn’t expected you to respond. “Did you ever care about me?” You inquired, trying not to show him that you were upset.

You would be shocked when he accepted a phone call whilst the two of you were arguing, and in your anger you stormed out of the room. “Hey. I’m gonna have to call you back. Something just came up,” he quickly ended the call, rushing out of the room to catch you before you could leave. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I just-”

“It’s fine, Jim,” you murmured, and he shook his head gravely. “Just - Just tell me you love me,” you requested, and he frowned when he noticed the tears in your eyes.

You looked away, not wanting him to see you crying. “Come here,” Jim spoke gently as he pulled you into a hug, “I’ve got you.”

Jim had noticed that someone had been threatening you, and he quickly ended the call with his boss, rushing to your aid. Jim shoved the man away from you, not caring if he got hurt if it meant you wouldn’t be hurt. “You’re not going to speak to her like that,” he stated, briefly looking back at you to check that you were okay.

“I have no idea what you expect us to do with that,” he admitted, gesticulating to the small puppy which you’d found on the streets in the rain.

“We can’t just leave it on the streets, Jim!” You exclaimed, clearly set on keeping it. “It could die,” you whined, hugging the puppy close to you to warm it up more. “Please just let it stay here, I promise I’ll take care of it,” you pleaded, desperate.

Jim hesitated for a moment, and you would wear a hopeful expression on your face when his eyes finally met your’s. “Fine,” he gave in, and your eyes lit up with excitement as you carefully set the puppy down to hug Jim tightly. “As long as you don’t love it more than you love me,” he remarked, and you grinned, shaking your head. “I always wondered if your puppy eyes worked on anyone, and now I realise they work on me,” he claimed, and you giggled, burying your face against his neck.

“Jim - What happened?” You questioned him when he wouldn’t talk to you, and he was hiding his face from you. You managed to see a little bit of a red stain when you tried to see his face, but he turned away from you before you could see what the source of it was. “That better not be blood,” you uttered, and he reluctantly looked up at you.

You noticed the cuts and bruises on his face, and you would be shocked. “I got into a fight,” he responded, his voice quiet. You fell quiet, and he grunted, cursing the silence; he hated it. “Aren’t you going to say anything?” Jim asked, prompting you to speak.

You shrugged, shaking your head for a moment. “I literally don’t have words,” you murmured, “I mean - You told me you wouldn’t do this anymore.”

“He - He was talking shit about us, Y/N,” he recalled, and you shook your head, looking away. “I couldn’t just stand there and listen-” Jim stopped when he heard you crying, and he frowned, reluctantly stepping closer to you. “What’s wrong?” Jim inquired, concern expressed in his voice.

“I’m - I’m scared, Jim,” you admitted, and he would be confused, wondering what was bothering you or if someone had threatened you. You turned around, hugging him tightly. “I’m scared that I’ll lose you,” you admitted, and he realised, shaking his head. “What if - What if someone kills you?” You asked, your voice faltering.

Jim held you at arm’s length, but you wouldn’t dare look up at him. “Look at me,” he commanded gently, and reluctantly you met his gaze. “You’re never going to lose me,” he promised, and you tried to smile, but you could only manage a weak one. Jim leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on your lips to try and prove it. “I love you, Y/N,” he whispered, and you hid your face, feeling that your cheeks were heating up. “Remember that,” he added softly, and you nodded; you intended to try.

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Jim Baxter X Fem!Reader Concern Prompt with angst and a cute comfort ending (linked to last prompt I posted)

!TW: Mention of nightmares (not detailed), implied suffering from depression and anxiety!

Jim expressed concern for you as you entered the kitchen in the morning, where Jim was making breakfast for you, him and the girls; he’d noticed that you’d been struggling and had been having nightmares the past few days. “Good morning,” Jim greeted you, and you sleepily returned the two words. “Did you have a nightmare again?” Jim inquired, though he already knew that you had. You nodded gravely, and Jim frowned. “What’s going on with you, Y/n? You’ve been having nightmares the past three days,” Jim mused, and you grunted, lowering your gaze to your hands which were resting upon the kitchen table.

“I didn’t know you were keeping track,” you responded, and forced a smile up at Emily and Sylvia when you noticed them looking in your direction; you didn’t want them to worry about you, too.

“It’s hard not to,” Jim replied, “especially when I hear you crying every night beside me.”

You faltered, your shiny smile fading; you were beginning to feel like a burden on Jim; you hadn’t realised that you’d been waking him up with your crying during the night after each nightmare you’d had. “I - I’m sorry,” you expressed, “I - Didn’t mean to wake you up-..”

Jim shook his head quickly, smiling reassuringly back at you. “It’s okay, Y/n,” Jim assured, “it’s not your fault, and I wouldn’t want to have to know that I was asleep whilst you were suffering, anyway.”

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“Are you still mad?” Jim asked after you’d shuffled away from him when he tried to wrap his arms around you whilst you were lying down on the sofa again; you’d found out that Jim had told Erin about what had happened to you, and you felt betrayed by him; you never thought he’d tell anyone who didn’t already know. Jim would be disappointed, a pained expression on his face as he sat on the edge of the sofa; he was beginning to regret telling Erin, but he had only told her to try and explain partly why you were acting strangely with her the other day. “I’ve apologised to you at least a hundred times now, Y/n,” Jim stated, adding extra emphasis on the words ‘at least’.

“Apologising isn’t enough, Jimmy,” you uttered, and he frowned, trying to think of something else he could do to earn your forgiveness. “What happened to us, Jim?” You questioned, your voice close to a whisper.

Jim faltered, a hurt look on his face; he wasn’t expecting you to ask him a question like that. “W-What do you mean?” Jim inquired, stammering. “Y/n,” Jim spoke gently, before he placed his hand on your shoulder when you allowed him to, “nothing’s changed - everything is okay now; everything should be normal again.”

You shook your head gravely, reluctantly glancing up at him. “But it isn’t, is it?” You contradicted, your voice weak, and Jim wouldn’t know how to respond, looking away from you as small tears began to invade his greyish blue eyes.

Jim then couldn’t hold his emotions back as he began to cry, shaking his head. “Please - Please don’t leave me, Y/n,” Jim begged shakily, surprising you; you’d rarely seen Jim crying, and when he did it always came as a surprise to you. “I can’t lose you!” Jim cried, and you felt bad for upsetting him, sitting up to wrap your arms around him to comfort him.

Jim hugged you back tightly; he was afraid that if he let you go, you’d disappear. “I won’t leave you, Jimmy,” you whispered, and Jim expressed relief momentarily, “I thought - you’d-.. leave me.”

Jim would be shocked, holding you at arm’s length. You bowed your head, feeling ashamed of yourself. “Are you crazy?” Jim retorted, and you only felt worse. “I could never leave you, Y/n,” Jim stated, “I - I love you too much to leave you.”

“You do?” You responded as you hesitantly let your eyes meet his again, and Jim nodded his head quickly, certain of himself.

“Of course I do,” Jim insisted, “you’re my soulmate, Y/n; I’ve known and felt that you’re my soulmate ever since I first met you.”

A weak smile tugged at the corners of your lips, and Jim reflected the smile, lifting his hand to brush away a stray tear which had leaked from your left eye. “Kiss me,” you requested, and Jim leant forward slowly to connect his lips to your’s.

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Jim Baxter X Fem!Reader Angsty Prompt with cute moments

!TW: Implied suffering from depression, anxiety, jealousy, mention of previously being raped/word ‘raped’, word ‘rapist’/mention of rapist, implied mention of cheating, mention of being threatening, mention of nightmare, word ‘rape’, mental struggles/trauma struggles, word ‘raping’, injury detail (black eye), mention of medication (painkillers)!

Jim scowled, annoyed, and you could see that he had been drinking, most likely a lot more than he normally would. “Well you’re coming home with me whether you like it or not, Y/n,” Jim spat, and you moved away before he could grab your arm; you’d left the house after an argument, and he’d followed you, clearly.

“I don’t want to go home!” You exclaimed, and Jim grunted, growing impatient.

“I don’t care!” Jim spat back, before he succeeded in catching your arm and pulling you towards the exit doors of the bar.

“Let me go, Jimmy,” you demanded, trying to pull your arm from his grasp, but his grip was too strong, and your arm was beginning to hurt a little bit, so you stopped trying. “This is only going to lead to another fight, Jim,” you stated, “let me go, and I’ll come home later-”

“No,” Jim interrupted, “you’re coming home with me now; you can’t run off to a bar like that!” You gave in, following him begrudgingly to his dark blue car.

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You’d barely said anything to Jim for the rest of the day, and he tried to act as if your silence wasn’t hurting him, when it was; he felt awful for how he’d acted with you earlier. Jim glanced over at you whilst you were all sat at the dinner table, and he noticed that you were the only one who wasn’t eating; you were just playing with your food with your fork. “W-Why aren’t you eating, Y/n?” Jim inquired, but you wouldn’t dare look up at him.

“I’m not hungry,” you murmured, and Jim frowned, nodding gravely, before he decided to leave you alone for a little while, until the girls had finished their dinner.

“Girls, why don’t you - go upstairs and play for a little while?” Jim suggested, and they nodded, before they ran up the stairs. Jim then returned his attention to you, a pained expression on his face. “Y/n-”

“I don’t like the new Jim,” you muttered, and Jim fell quiet for a moment, a hurt look on his face.

“W-Well,” Jim uttered, “I don’t like you!” Jim then stormed out of the room, and you buried your face into your hands, trying to fight back your tears.

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When Jim joined you in bed, you were turned away from him, trying to hide that you’d been crying. “H-Hey,” Jim spoke quietly and gently, trying to hold your right hand, but you moved it away before he could. “Talk to me,” Jim begged, “I can’t stand seeing you like this, Y/n.” You wouldn’t respond to him, you just stared at the wall through glistening eyes. Jim sighed, before he gave in, knowing he should let you approach him when you felt ready to approach him.

𒀭🂱𖤍

Jim would be surprised to come home to you lying down on the sofa, and he hung his coat up, before he sat on the edge of the sofa beside you. “Leave me alone,” you murmured, your words slurred.

Jim frowned, guessing that you’d been drinking. “Are you drunk?” Jim questioned, and you grimaced up at him.

“Oh I’m sorry, am I not allowed to be?” You retorted, and Jim faltered, looking away from you.

“Not all the time,” Jim answered, and you nodded.

“Well it’s not like it happens all the time for me,” you uttered, and Jim nodded gravely. “I know how to manage alcohol, do you?” You spat, and Jim scowled down at you.

“You better watch yourself,” Jim snapped, and you snorted; he wouldn’t do anything to you; you knew he wouldn’t, because he’d never, ever hurt you on purpose before. “Screw this,” Jim muttered, “I’m going to bed.” Jim then got up from the edge of the sofa, reluctantly leaving the room and rushing up the stairs to check on the girls, before he retired to bed, trying not to worry about you.

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You were anxious as Jim was hanging out a lot with a new woman who’d joined his Kern County department workplace, but at the same time you remembered how you had been raped, and you thought that maybe he didn’t find you attractive anymore after what happened to you, or maybe he felt as if you had been dirtied by the rapist, when really he didn’t think either of those things; he was just being friendly and welcoming toward the woman to make her feel comfortable. You were washing up as Jim was talking about everything that had happened at work today, but this time he hadn’t mentioned the woman at all, worrying you as you looked back at him. “H-How was your new friend, today? Is she settling in well?” You inquired, trying not to let your voice shake as you bit down on your tongue.

Jim frowned; he had been trying to refrain from mentioning her because he’d noticed that you always seemed to have a worried look on your face when he did, and he didn’t like to upset you, so he decided to stop mentioning her, though there was no reason for you to be worried; he could never let himself betray you again; he still felt awful for unintentionally doing it after you’d been raped - it had really messed with your head. “Yeah, s-she’s fine, now,” Jim answered, and you stared down at the glass you were washing, trying to distract yourself with it.

“Good,” you responded, “I hope everything works out the way you want it to.”

Jim would be confused by your remark, and he stood up from his chair, abandoning the coffee you’d made him on the Kitchen table. “What do you mean?” Jim inquired, leaning on the counter beside you.

You winced, hiding your face from him. “Forget about it,” you mumbled, but Jim couldn’t forget about it, shaking his head.

“Tell me, Y/n,” Jim encouraged, “you’ve been acting strange ever since I mentioned that Erin had joined.” You felt pathetic as tears began to fight to escape your eyes, and you couldn’t hold it back as you began to cry, your face contorting as you did. Jim felt his heart sink when he heard you sniffling, and he attempted to wrap his arms around you, but you moved away from him before he could. “Y/n-”

“Just - Just go and be with her instead, Jim!” You cried, and Jim shook his head, a hurt look on his face. “It sounds like you both get along better than - than we do-”

“Stop being so jealous, Y/n,” Jim interrupted, annoyed and disappointed that you’d think that he’d leave you for Erin. “Every couple has their off days,” he reminded you, “I’ve told you that so many times before.” Jim then felt bad for raising his voice slightly, and he lowered it again, making to place his hand on your shoulder, but you flinched when he did, prompting him to apologise and withdraw his hand. “Look,” he began again gently, “I love you, okay? And nothing will ever change that, I promise. You’re my soulmate, Y/n.” You smiled weakly at the word ‘soulmate’, before you glanced back at him. “Do - Do you trust me?” Jim pried, his greyish blue eyes full of hope.

You nodded, before you turned around and wrapped your arms around him. Jim smiled softly, returning the hug as he did; he was happy to see that you felt better, now. “I love you, Jimmy,” you whispered, and his smile grew as he rubbed your back.

“I love you, too, Y/n,” Jim returned, before he connected his lips to your’s delicately, as if you were a porcelain doll that could break easily.

𒀭🂱𖤍

“Don’t touch me-!” Jim hissed when Deacon attempted to pull him back after he’d actually snapped and threatened the man they’d brought in for questioning, and suspected, again. “I know you raped my wife, you asshole!” Jim shouted, only to be held back by Deacon again, until Sal stood between the man and Jim.

“Calm it,” Deacon instructed Jim, before he guided his irritated friend out of the room to calm him down.

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Jim was feeling rather dejected and aggravated when he got back home, and he winced when he noticed the disappointed look on your face when you opened the door for him. “You left me this morning without saying goodbye,” you whined, and Jim nodded gravely.

“I didn’t want to wake you,” Jim explained as he slipped past you, hanging up his coat on the rack once he’d reached it, “you looked so peaceful.” You reluctantly accepted his reason, before you closed the front door.

𒀭🂱𖤍

Jim frowned when he woke up to you crying beside him in bed; you’d had a nightmare about the rape again. “Hey,” Jim spoke gently, and you whimpered, trying to hide your face from him; you didn’t like to cry in front of him. “Don’t hide from me,” Jim whispered, before he pulled you closer to him, cradling you. “It’s okay to cry,” he stated, and you buried your face into his shoulder, not feeling any better about it. “Did you have a nightmare?” Jim inquired, and you nodded, a pained expression on your face. “Was it - About-?” Jim pried, not wanting to say the word as it would upset both you and him to be reminded of it. You nodded again, and Jim scowled; he wished he could have been there to stop the man from raping you. “Don’t worry, Y/n,” Jim responded, “I’ll never let it happen again, I promise; you’ll never have to go through it again.” You tried to believe him, but struggled, anxious as you believed it would happen to you again unexpectedly, though it was highly unlikely to happen again.

𒀭🂱𖤍

Jim had decided to, reluctantly, introduce you to Erin, after Deacon had advised him to; he thought maybe you and Erin could both become friends. “Jim!” Erin greeted when she spotted him and you approaching, happy to see her friend, and hoping to become friends with you.

“Hey, Erin,” Jim returned, before he hugged Erin after she’d wrapped her arms around him. Jim then smiled over at you, hooking an arm around your waist, before he eased you closer to him to make you feel more comfortable. “This is my wife, Y/n,” Jim informed, before he gesticulated to Erin, “and Y/n - this is Erin, our new budding detective.”

You forced a smile, before you shook her hand awkwardly. “It’s nice to meet you, Erin,” you stated, and Erin smiled sheepishly, before she returned the expression. “Jim tells me you’re settling in well,” you continued, and Erin nodded. “How do you like Kern County?” You inquired, trying to make conversation as you didn’t want to be completely awkward with her.

“It’s great,” Erin expressed, “everyone is nice there, and I just feel so at home.”

“Good,” you replied, before you looked away, searching for a distraction.

Erin wouldn’t know what to say, looking up at Jim for a moment, before she looked around the park. “Let’s go to that nice café around the corner,” Jim broke the silence, and both you and Erin nodded, following him.

In the café, you were beginning to feel worse - Erin and Jim just knew exactly what to talk about; they were discussing funny observations they’d made at work, and also past jobs they’d had. “I - I think I’m gonna go home, Jimmy,” you spoke up, and Jim fell quiet, a pained expression on his face as he looked over at you. “I don’t feel good,” you murmured, and Jim expressed concern for you, intertwining your fingers with his.

“That’s okay,” Jim responded, “we could meet up here with Erin again another day, if you want to?”

You grimaced, unable to stop yourself as you uttered: “Because you just love to see and talk to her, don’t you?” You sighed shakily, smiling apologetically up at Erin, who nervously rubbed her arm; she didn’t know what to say. “I’m sorry, Erin,” you murmured, “it was nice meeting you.”

Erin smiled faintly, before she nodded her head slightly. “It was nice meeting you, too,” Erin returned, and Jim reluctantly stood up from his chair after you had.

“I’ll see you on Monday, Erin,” Jim concluded, before he followed you out of the café, disappointed by the way you’d reacted, but he certainly wasn’t surprised. “Y/n, wait!” Jim called, jogging after you as you’d sped ahead of him. “What happened in there?” Jim questioned, a hurt look on his face; he wished you could just trust him.

“I couldn’t listen to you both talking anymore, Jimmy; I just couldn’t,” you expressed, turning to face him. “You’re both just - perfect for each other,” you mused, and Jim shook his head, trying to hold your hand, but you wouldn’t let him.

“Don’t do this, Y/n, please,” Jim begged, “I - I love you, okay? I could never love anyone else.” You scoffed, looking away from him. “I’m not lying when I tell you I love you, Y/n,” Jim persisted, desperate to fix things between you and him.

“L-Let’s just go home,” you mumbled, not wanting to fight anymore; you were too tired to keep fighting with him.

𒀭🂱𖤍

You were disheartened when Jim returned later than he normally would again, but you tried to hide it, feeling as if you shouldn’t bother asking where he had been, especially after everything that had happened recently; you felt as if, if he had been doing anything behind your back again, you understood why, and therefore didn’t blame him for it. “How was it today?” You inquired, trying not to let your voice shake as you began to plate up the last of the dinner you’d saved for him.

“Not great,” Jim answered, and you frowned, looking back at him.

You would falter when you noticed that he had a black eye, and you abandoned his dinner for a moment, rushing over to him as you were worried about him. “W-What happened!? Who gave you a black eye?” You demanded, your voice trembling for a moment as you panicked, trying to think of what you could do to help him. “L-Let me get an ice pack for you,” you murmured, rushing out of the room, and returning with an ice pack and a bottle of painkillers for him. “Here, h-hold this over your eye,” you instructed, and Jim groaned; he hadn’t intended for you to rush around to help him; he knew you must be tired after looking after Emily and Sylvia whilst he was at work.

“Y/n-”

“Let me just get you a glass of water so you can have a painkiller pill-”

“Y/n, stop!” Jim commanded, raising his voice slightly. You stopped, looking back at him with a pained expression on your face. “Just,” Jim began again in a softer voice, “don’t worry about me, okay? I can get myself some water. Why don’t you go to bed?”

“I don’t want to,” you answered, “I want to know what happened to you, Jim.”

Jim grunted, before he sank into one of the chairs at the Kitchen table. “I got into a fight at the bar near the Kern County building,” he explained, “it was just a stupid fight-”

You wanted more information than that, pressing him further as you sat on the chair beside the one that he was on. “Why did it start?” You pried, and Jim frowned, wincing; one of his co-workers that he didn’t get along with at all suggested that maybe you deserved to be raped by that man.

“We were both just slightly drunk,” Jim lied, “and you know what I get like when I’m drunk..”

You hesitantly decided to give in, accepting his answer. “O-Okay, well-..” You murmured, rubbing your arm nervously. “You need to be more careful, Jimmy,” you stated, “I tell you all the time, but you never listen-”

“I do listen,” Jim contradicted, “that guy just really pissed me off; I couldn’t stop myself, Y/n.”

“You need to try harder, Jim,” you scolded, “anyway.. I’m going to bed. Take some painkillers, okay? They’ll help.” Jim nodded, forcing a weak smile up at you, and watching as you dragged yourself up the stairs, clearly exhausted.

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Jim Baxter X Fem!Reader Cute Prompt with caring elements

!TW: Mention of abortion, mention of being stressed (not detailed), mention of rape, mention of pregnancy, swearing, mention of therapy sessions, implied swearing (‘cursing’), mention of being ill!

“Take my seat,” Jim offered when you complained about the seat you were on being uncomfortable; you had both decided to go to the cinema to relax after everything that had happened recently with your abortion and Jim being stressed out at work.

You shook your head quickly; you didn’t want Jim to be uncomfortable during the film. “N-No, Jimmy, I can’t-”

“It’s fine, Y/n,” Jim assured, and you groaned, before you accepted his offer, switching seats with him.

“Thank you, Jimmy,” you stated, before you rested your head on his shoulder. “You’re sure you’re okay in that seat?” You pried, and Jim nodded, before he smiled reassuringly down at you.

“You deserve that seat more than me, Y/n,” Jim claimed, “especially after - everything that happened to you recently.” You frowned, looking away from him; you’d rather not be reminded of the rape, the pregnancy and the abortion. Jim felt bad when he noticed the look on your face, so he intertwined his fingers with your’s. “I - I’m sorry,” Jim spoke gently, “let’s just - forget about it now, okay? Completely. This film will take both of our minds off of everything, I promise.” You hoped that he was right as you forced a smile up at him, and he returned the smile, before he leaned down to connect his lips to your’s.

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You and Jim had dropped off Sylvia and Emily at his mother’s house before you had both gone out to the cinema, and when you both got home you snuggled up together to watch a movie, before Jim began to cook dinner for you both. When you heard Jim put on you and his song: ‘The Night We Met’ by Lord Huron, you rushed into the Kitchen, before you wrapped your arms around his waist, smiling up at him lovingly. “May I have this dance, Mr. Baxter?” You requested, and Jim grinned, nodding as he turned to face you, abandoning dinner briefly.

“You may, Mrs. Baxter,” Jim answered, before he began to slowly and carefully dance with you to the song in the Kitchen; you loved moments like these with Jim.

𒀭🂱𖤍

You snuggled closer to Jim in the morning, smiling softly at him, before you lifted your hand to play with his soft and neat black hair. Jim groaned deeply as he began to stir, and you giggled, feeling your heart flutter as his beautiful greyish blue eyes began to open slowly. “I dreamt about you last night,” you admitted, your voice close to a whisper. Jim chuckled, before he connected his lips to your’s.

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You were watching Jim getting dressed; he had to leave to go to work soon. “Fucking tie,” Jim uttered as he struggled to do it up, and a smile played on your lips, before you got up to help him.

“Come here,” you demanded gently, and Jim nodded, meeting you halfway, “let me fix it for you.” You smiled shyly up at Jim whilst you were fixing his tie, and he reflected your smile, before he connected his lips to your’s in a loving kiss.

𒀭🂱𖤍

You had gotten scared as you’d left your therapy session later than usual, so it was darker outside. You called Jim, hoping he’d be able to drive you home, but he didn’t answer, making you begin to panic as you thought you’d have to walk back home by yourself. You were worried that someone might try and rape you again, so you stayed outside of the building you’d had your therapy session in. “Y/n?” A familiar voice sounded, breaking the unnerving silence.

You expressed relief when you noticed Jamie walking toward you; she must have been on her way home when she saw you. “Jamie!” You exclaimed, running up to her and hugging her tightly.

“Are you okay?” Jamie inquired, holding you at arm’s length as she looked around for Jim to see if he had met up with you after he’d left work, too.

“Y-Yeah, I just,” you stammered, embarrassed, “I’m too scared to walk back home.”

Jamie frowned, nodding gravely; she understood that it might remind you of the night you were raped. “I’ll walk you home, if you want me to?” Jamie offered, and you nodded quickly, your eyes glinting.

“Thank you so much, Jamie!” You responded, and she smiled warmly at you.

“It’s okay,” Jamie replied, “let’s go. Jim’s probably wondering where you are.” You nodded, following behind her closely as you felt safe when you were closer to her.

𒀭🂱𖤍

When you had gotten drunk after having a fight with your parents, Jim had to pick you up and drive you back home; he’d heard from your friends that you’d probably gone to the local bar when he asked them if they might know where you had gone after he hadn’t heard from you for a while. “Watch your step,” Jim warned as he guided you down the path to you and his house, and there were a couple of steps past the dark green gate. Jim helped you down the steps slowly; he didn’t want you to hurt yourself by tripping over or missing a step.

𒀭🂱𖤍

You checked on Jim upstairs when you heard him cursing, and he appeared to be searching for something in the bedroom. “What’s wrong?” You inquired, and Jim looked back at you, a pained expression on his face.

“I can’t find my favourite shirt,” he answered dejectedly, and you couldn’t help, but giggle, annoying him. “It’s not funny, Y/n-”

“Lighten up, Jim,” you interrupted, placing your hand on his shoulder, “I’m sure it’s around somewhere, but for now - I’m sorry for your loss.” Jim nodded gravely, before he continued to search the room for his shirt. “Have a good day at work, babe,” you concluded, before you pulled him away from the wardrobe to place a kiss to his cheek. Then rushed downstairs to prepare Sylvia and Emily for school like you normally did in the morning, when it wasn’t the weekend, of course.

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You decided to see if you could find Jim’s favourite shirt whilst he was out, and when you finally did find it under the bed, you got excited to reunite him with it. The moment Jim had returned home, you rushed upstairs to get it for him. “Hey, Jimmy, I found something,” you stated as you walked into the living room, and Jim hummed quietly to show that he was listening to you, “when I saw it, it reminded me of you. Look.”

Jim finally looked up at you, and when he saw that you were holding his favourite shirt, he stood up, a smile playing on his lips. “Y/n-”

“It was under the bed,” you informed, and Jim groaned, annoyed that he hadn’t checked under the bed before.

“Thank you so much, Y/n!” Jim expressed, before he threw his arms around you, hugging you tightly.

“You’re welcome,” you replied, returning the hug; you loved to cheer him up when he felt down.

“How can I repay you for finding it for me?” Jim inquired, and you shook your head.

“You don’t need to do anything for me, Jimmy,” you answered, but he still planned to try and repay you by making you your favourite meal for dinner.

↯

“I made you your favourite,” Jim announced as you entered the Kitchen, and you would be surprised, smiling your thanks to him as he set down the plate on the dining table for you.

𒀭🂱𖤍

Jim had returned home late from work, and you began to stir as he entered the bedroom. “Shit, sorry, Y/n,” Jim spoke gently, “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“It’s okay,” you reassured him, smiling faintly. “I couldn’t sleep anyway,” you lied, and Jim reluctantly decided to believe you, before he disappeared into the bathroom to get dressed.

𒀭🂱𖤍

Jim had brought you back a piece of Jamie’s birthday cake when he returned home after work; you’d felt too ill and exhausted to go with him, unfortunately. “Hey,” Jim greeted as he walked through the front door, and you smiled weakly up at him, before you forced yourself to sit up on the sofa; you had been waiting for him to return home. “I secured a piece of cake for you,” Jim stated, before he set the plastic container down on the coffee table beside you.

“T-Thank you, Jimmy,” you responded, your voice barely audible.

“You’re welcome,” he returned, sitting beside you; he wasn’t afraid to get sick by sitting beside you; he just wanted to make you happy whilst you were like this.

“Jimmy, no-”

“It’s okay, Y/n,” he assured, “I don’t mind getting sick.”

You groaned, giving in as Jim wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him. “I probably won’t be able to eat the whole slice, so - You can have half of it,” you offered, and Jim shook his head, until he reluctantly decided to give in because you wouldn’t stop protesting.

𒀭🂱𖤍

You wanted to treat Jim after he’d taken such good care of you, and you would snatch his wallet away when he attempted to take out his card so he could pay for the coffee, instead. “No, Jimmy, I want to get this for you,” you whined, and Jim raised his hands in surrender, smiling sheepishly as he was amused by your reaction.

𒀭🂱𖤍

As you and Jim were leaving the house to go to the theatre, Jim was worried about you because it was cold, so he began to take off his jacket. “Take my jacket,” Jim offered, “it’s cold outside.”

“Are you sure, Jimmy?” You asked, and he nodded, draping his jacket over your shoulders like a gentleman.

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You noticed that Jim seemed tired whilst he was driving you both home, and you decided that you wanted to take over for him. “Pull over, Jimmy, let me drive for a while,” you offered, and Jim hesitantly pulled the car over.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to continue?” Jim questioned, and you nodded.

“You look tired, Jimmy,” you answered, “I’m sure; I want you to get some rest.”

𒀭🂱𖤍

“Sorry I’m late,” Jim murmured as he hung his coat up on the rack, before he sank on the sofa beside you; he assumed Sylvia and Emily were in bed. “I’m exhausted,” Jim uttered, and you frowned, worried about him.

“I’ll make you a coffee,” you responded, ignoring Jim’s protest as you got up from the sofa and left the room. Jim smiled weakly up at you when you’d returned to the room with his hot beverage, and you smiled back at him. “This’ll make you feel better,” you stated, before you set it down in front of him on the coffee table. You sat back down beside him, before you snuggled closer to him, feeling comfortable with your head on his shoulder. “Can I hold your hand?” You requested, your voice barely audible as you were embarrassed at yourself.

“Of course you can,” Jim answered, and your smile grew as you intertwined the fingers of your left hand with the fingers of his right one.

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Jim Baxter X Reader Family Prompt

!TW: Word ‘depressed’, fever, illness/sick/virus, implied death of children by the virus, implied swearing (‘cursed’), word ‘abortion’!

“I don’t need anyone,” Emily muttered; she’d been acting slightly depressed recently, and refused to see her friends, and would lock herself in her room all the time; you and Jim had recently set up a separate room for her as she was growing up fast.

You shook your head, sitting beside her on the edge of her bed which had a pink blanket laid neatly on top of the sheet. “Everybody needs someone, Emily,” you contradicted, and she hesitantly looked up at you.

Jim nodded, sitting on the other side of her. “And we’ve got each other,” he added, before he wrapped his arms around her, and you joined the hug.

Emily wiped her eye as a tear had escaped it, and she jokingly responded with: “you call that a hug?” Jim chuckled, glancing at you, before he returned his gaze to Emily. “Am I going to have to listen to that ‘Goodnight Moon’ story again before I go to sleep?” Emily inquired, and you shook your head, stroking her hair as you smiled lovingly down at her.

“No, sweetheart,” you answered gently, “you can pick the story tonight.” Emily would get excited, reaching for one of her favourite books which happened to be ‘We’re Going on a Bear Hunt’.

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Jim would be concerned when he came back from work to find you holding a flannel to Sylvia’s head, and she was lying on the sofa with a blanket draped over her. “She has a fever,” you informed Jim in a quiet, soft voice; you didn’t want to disturb Sylvia.

Jim frowned, softly closing the front door, before he, too, sat on the edge of the sofa, placing his hand on the side of Sylvia’s head. “How long have you been sick, sweetheart?” Jim inquired, and Sylvia whined, turned her head away, prompting him to withdraw his hand.

“She’s been like this since this morning,” you answered, and Jim wore a pained expression on his face; she must have been struggling like this for hours as he normally returned home at 8pm in the evening.

“Have you called the local doctor’s office?” Jim asked, and you nodded gravely.

“They’re all booked up,” you murmured, bowing your head. Jim would be disappointed, and he placed his hand on your free one to comfort you.

Jim would be surprised when he heard a glass shatter in the other room, and he rushed into the kitchen, wincing when he found Emily holding up a plate. “Put that down,” Jim demanded firmly, guessing that she was about to drop it, like she had the one before.

“No!” Emily shouted, and Jim scowled, stepping closer, but she stepped back.

“I’m not asking you, I’m telling you!” Jim yelled; he couldn’t control his temper as he was stressed out, exhausted and now worried about Sylvia as he’d heard that a particularly bad virus was going around, and some young children with it hadn’t survived it.

“No!” Emily shouted again, before she dropped the plate, and it shattered into tiny little pieces.

Jim cursed, pulling Emily away from the pieces. “Go to your room, now!” Jim commanded, and Emily began to cry.

“I hate you!” Emily screamed, running out of the room and up the stairs.

Jim grunted, taking up a dustpan and brush to dispose of the fragments of the plates Emily had dropped, before he dragged himself back into the living room, where you glanced up at him through glistening eyes. “What?” Jim muttered, frustrated.

“Jimmy,” you murmured, “t-talk to her.” Jim hesitated, before he nodded his head, going up the stairs to Emily’s room to apologise to her.

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“Emily,” Jim began sternly whilst you were all, excluding Sylvia, were having dinner at the dinner table, “don’t play with your food.”

Emily glared at him, not stopping. “Are you not hungry, sweetheart?” You inquired, and Emily shook her head. “That’s okay,” you reassured, and Jim shook his head, lowering it for a moment, “I’ll put it in the fridge and you can tell me if you want anything later, okay?” Emily nodded, before she dismissed herself from the table, leaving the room. “You need to be more gentle with her, Jimmy,” you stated, “she’s worried about Sylvia-”

“I know,” Jim murmured, a pained expression on his face, “I know, I just-..”

You smiled sympathetically, intertwining your fingers with his. “She’s going to be okay, Jimmy,” you stated, and he grunted.

“How do you know that?” Jim retorted, and you fell quiet, a hurt look on your face. “I - I can’t-” Jim stood up, walking out of the room. You couldn’t bare the silence, and you began to cry, burying your face into your hands.

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You were meant to have your abortion today, and Jim was nervous, but hopeful that it would mean that things would go completely back to normal again. “Don’t even think about going outside without your coat,” Jim stated; you’d forgotten to take your coat off of the hanger. “Here,” Jim offered it to you, and you smiled your thanks to him, quickly putting on your coat, before you got into the car once Jim unlocked it.

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You sat on the edge of the bed beside Sylvia who was still ill, and you stroked her hair gently. “Don’t leave me, mummy,” Sylvia whined, and you shook your head.

“I’m not going to leave you, Sylvie,” you reassured her, “I’ll stay right here until you fall asleep.” Sylvia would be relieved, relaxing a little bit more.

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“You have to finish your veggies, Sylvie,” Jim stated, and you nodded, agreeing with him. Sylvia whined; she clearly hated them. “I was the same way when I was your age, but I learnt to like them,” he claimed, and Sylvia tilted her head partially at him. You nudged his arm, and he knew what you were thinking. “You can have some ice cream if you finish them?” Jim tried to encourage, and she grew excited, forcing herself to eat the vegetables left on her plate.

You grinned, looking over at Jim. “Works every time,” you remarked, and Jim chuckled, nodding in agreement.

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