A while back on Tumblr, I had people send me an ask and said they'll get a short (< 500 word) blurb with their ship (yes, reader + character too) and their kiss of choice.
These are all of the kisses that came out of it.
⚠ Crossposted on Tumblr a...
From an ask on Tumblr from @/one-sweet-gubler: Hey! I love what I've read so far! Can we get a kiss prompt #23 with Hangman x Reader? 🫶🏼
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It's always nerve-wracking to see your babies hurt or sick and know you're not able to do more than you're already doing. It hurts even more to see your husband go through the same pain you are. It had started off as a fever for poor little Everly, but as a mom of three, you thought you knew exactly how to handle fevers. After all, Arabella had fevers as a baby and so did James. But this fever wouldn't drop despite every technique you applied. You'd been near tears when you'd called Jake on the phone and told him you were loading the kids into the car to take your baby girl to the hospital.
"I'll meet you there, Sweets," was all he said before hanging up. Thankfully the hospital ER was mostly empty, but you weren't expecting to hear that she'd have to be admitted to the ICU. By the time Jake blasts through the doors at the end of the hallway, hair mussed and khakis creased, you're already working yourself into a panic attack. Arabella and James are on one of the waiting room sofas, James with headphones in his ears and Arabella reading a book. But you're at wits end. The worry, the ever-present worry and panic that resides in your diaphragm and has ever since you gave birth to Ari is roiling. You've been cataloging everything you did and running your actions over and over again in your mind.
Jake takes one look at you, tugs you out of the older kids' earshot, and wraps you in his arms.
"It'll be alright, sweetheart. The doctors will help our Evie girl." His voice is a rumble in his chest as you sob with your head over his heart.
"B-but what if it's something I did? I-I can't lose her, Jake. She's only four months old. She's our baby." Jake's lips are gentle against your brow as he kisses your head.
"Nothing is going to happen to our baby, sweets. She'll be back to our giggling, bouncy mischievous baby girl in no time." You sniffle even as you nod, stepping away to take Jake's hand in your own.
His wedding band is smooth against your palm, the metal shiny and worn after years of wearing it every day. You fixate on the feeling of Jake's hand in yours and focus on hoping that Evie will be alright.
"Captain and Mrs. Seresin?" The doctor's voice brings your worry back to the forefront of your mind.
"How's Everly doing, Doctor?" Your voice is tremulous as Jake wraps an arm around your waist.
"You've got one strong little girl, Mrs. Seresin. She's just got a regular run of the mill viral bug, probably something she caught from her siblings. Some fluids here in the hospital tonight and a round of the medicines we prescribe and she will be back to herself in no time at all."
Your sigh of relief goes unheard as Jake finishes speaking to the Doctor and leads you into the hospital room. Evie's so tiny in the crib, her rambunctious fists and feet still. Your fingers are light as you brush her honey blond tresses off her forehead and kiss her little brow.
"You'll be alright, baby girl. Mama and Daddy are right here waiting for you to wake up, okay, darling? We're right here." Jake's voice is hushed and gentle and rough like he's holding back tears.
You curl your hand around his collar and kiss him, pouring all of your love and relief into the kiss.
"She's going to be alright, Jake. Our baby girl's going to be perfectly healthy soon." He blinks back tears before kissing you again soft and slow, ignoring Arabella's tween sounds of disgust at her parents kissing.
