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pedrito-friskito · 1 year

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I am a desperate little gremlin (who’s brain is refusing to go to sleep for some reason), politely asking for your Oberyn hcs? Or really any GoT hcs?

Thanks for always indulging in my nonsense <3

SCOUT SCOUT SCOUT SCOUT SCOUT

I’m sorry for letting this sit in my askbox for so long, my hyperfixations drifted for a while 😭 BUT I’m back on my GoT bullshit (for now) with a few hcs for our favourite prince AND a little something spicy under the cut cuz I’m in a M O O D.

oberyn martell headcanons:

this man is SMART. like…we already know oberyn is well-spoken and witting and cunning (and a little too vengeful but that’s what fix-it fics are for) but he’s a sexy-level of intelligent. and he’s a bookworm!! he reads any and every book he can get his hands on, his head is full of historical facts and timelines and details of battles won and lost. he can recount full summers and winters and when his girls ask for a story late at night, when they can’t sleep, he’s more than happy to spin a tale that’s not far off from the colourful past.

he’s a hopeless romantic. yes, he’s a gigantic flirt and a devil between the sheets and yes, he has you wrapped around his finger in the blink of an eye, but he does it well. we’re talking flowers and gifts and poems delivered to your chambers in the middle of the night. walks through the water gardens and long conversation, not just winning you over with his generosity, but his personality, his admiration, his ambition. he falls for you just as hard as you fall for him.

dorne is beautiful, no denying, and I like to think that the sweet prince has many secret hiding places, mini oasis (oases? the english language is weird) with beautiful gardens he likes to tend to. he could spend hours amongst the greenery, the exotic fruits and the sound of birds. he enjoys the beautiful things, and finds solace wherever he can.

I was gonna say he’s adventurous in bed but….that pretty much goes without saying so I don’t think it counts as an hc 😂 (and see below…😏)

silk - oberyn martell x fem!reader

word count: 1.1k

warnings: light bondage, teasing, oberyn comes with his own warning, dirty talk, idk what the fuck this is and it’s unedited so HAVE FUN 💕

“Ah, ah, ah,” he purrs, the tip of his nose dragging along the stretch of your inner thigh. “Not yet, my love. You are doing so well for me.”

You can’t help the whine that falls from your lips, hips lifting to chase his slick lips. The ties around your wrists pull taut, the headboard behind you creaking with your movement. You can’t see him, but you can feel him, hands roving around your hips and over your stomach, fingers dancing along your skin as he kisses your skin, nips your flesh between his teeth.

“L-lover,” you stutter out, “Oberyn, please.”

He clucks his tongue at you now, and you can almost see the cat-like grin as he moves higher up the bed, adjusting the numerous pillows and blankets as he goes. His shoulder hooks beneath your knee, spreading you wider, putting you on display.

You’ve been at this for hours.

It was like a game of cat and mouse, from the moment you opened your eyes. Every corner you turned, he was there, a mischievous light in those dark eyes, hands twitching when you brushed past. You teased just as hard as he did, hovering too close when you poured him more wine, swishing your skirts just the right way when he walked by. The look in his gaze had become something more feral, more intimidating, but you were more than happy to play along.

The sun had barely fallen when he’d summoned you to his chambers, the balcony doors wide open to let the warm Dornish air fill the space. The prince stood at the ledge, a glass of wine in his hand, his chest bare, that thick golden chain he favoured dangling from his neck. He held something in his grip as he turned to you, dark coloured fabric that shone in the torchlight. Silk scarves; he’d brought you one back as a gift from his last journey to Essos.

His lips twitched into a grin as the door shut behind you, the lock clicking shut when you sank against the wood. “My prince?”

“Do you trust me, my love?” he called, head cocked to the side. He set the glass of wine down, took the silk between both hands, slipping the fabric between his knuckles, watching it move like water through his fingers. “Would you let me try something we haven’t tried before?”

You weren’t one to deny your prince.

First, he had slipped the silk over your eyes, a loose knot tied at the back of your head, enough to cover your eyes. Once it was fastened, he turned you to face him, palms cupping your shoulders, and leaned in slow. You could feel it, the shift in the air as he came closer. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, then let his mouth drag across the silk, the fabric catching on his lips.

He caught your chin next, a knuckle knocked beneath it, tilting your face up, your head back. “My beauty,” he murmured, thumb rubbing at your bottom lip, spreading your saliva along the pad. “Oh, how I cannot wait to watch you come undone.”

Oberyn laid you out on the bed next, sweeping you into his arms and carrying you across the room. You squealed when he swept you off your feet, clinging to him as he held you, burying your nose in his neck.

“I would not let you fall, my love.”

My love. My beauty. The possessiveness had you keening, even before he’d even started to touch you.

You stretched out as he laid you down, legs shifting beneath the thin skirts of your shift. He moved with you, hovering over you, your arms still latched around his neck, knees knocking wide for his hips to slide between.

He kissed you hard, tongue tasting of wine as it dipped into your mouth. You moaned, and he drank the noise, humming in approval when you buried your fingers in his hair, wrapped the short strands around your knuckles. When your hands moved, trailing down his shoulders, he struck, reaching for your wrists, pulling them away from his body. He held both in one big hand, tugged your arms over your head. You followed his lead, your eyes fluttering against the silk as he rolled his hips into yours as he manoeuvred you, and then you felt it.

More silk, looped around your wrists, pulled just taut enough to keep you in place, keep your hands from roaming his body. You bit back your whine at the notion of not touching him while he tended to you, but it was quickly replaced with another moan as he tugged your shift aside, lowered his mouth to your chest and took your nipple between his teeth.

Slowly, he touched you. Every skim of his fingers was featherlight, every scrape of his teeth just this side of not enough. Wherever his fingers moved, your body reacted, muscles twitching and limbs lifting, trying to get closer, trying to get more.

But he wouldn’t give it.

It was nearly torturous, the way he was dragging out your pleasure. Most nights, he’d bring you to that peak multiple times, pulling noises from your throat you didn’t think yourself capable of. This was different, the way he made you beg, the way your body did it willingly. He dragged you straight up to the edge, then left you there, waited for you to relax, before starting over, back to the beginning, your heart racketing in your chest.

And it’s been hours.

“Oberyn,” you keen, and he brushes the backs of his knuckles against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. Every touch makes you twitch, and your spine arches when you feel his hot breath against your hotter core. “Please.”

“So sweet when you beg,” he murmurs, the feeling of his tongue flicking at your clit following a moment later. You gasp. “This pleasure, it feels incredible, does it not? I can see it, just below the surface of your skin. Like a fire, coming to life.” Another lick. “Though, I must admit, I do miss the feeling of your hands on me.”

“Let me—” you start, but you never get the words out completely. He licks at you, groaning into your very depths, every nerve in you sparking to life. Thick fingers spread you open, and even with the blindfold, you can feel his eyes on you, that heavy gaze raking over every inch of your body.

“Oh, my love,” he whispers, giving you another lick, the flat of his tongue a scorching heat that feels like it never ends. “We’re just getting started.”

#oberyn martell #my fics #silk #oberyn martell headcanons #oberyn martell smut #oberyn martell fic #oberyn martell x you #oberyn martell x reader

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liauditore · 7 months

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For the ship bingo, perhaps ethubs or boatboys?

sorry it took so long to get to this i got so excited someone asked me to talk abt ethubs i went into a coma 😭😭

Ethubs

um uhh umerm ethubs yeah etho and bdubs and last life and mindcrack UHCs and eyah yknow um yeah

you know that one post that's like "inside my head is a five page essay with footnotes and when i speak it's just ouhghh blorbo he is so shaped". that's me with ethubs. not even kidding ethubs is the ship that made me finally "get" shipping in general, mcyt or not. i. words. i care them.

and uh there's. not rlly anything i can say i think that my ethubs moots haven't already said? They've been friends forever, they play off eachother super well, "he loves me", they're both so obsessed and in need of eachother but at the same time would rather eat raw, unpicked cactus than admit that, etc etc they're so unwell

im just gonna skip on over to the song lyrics bit cus i. they make my brain short circuit i cant even sentences.

The scarlet summer is gone and peaceful gray is draping the city Alone, I reach out for you to hold me tight, shivering Always the days spent with you warmed my heart and kept me from freezing Although I knew they were gone forever But in my pain, to me you came like the warmest breeze "On nights so cold I know you need some company."

Though only in lonely and freezing times, we held each other close to keep from feeling hopeless nothings And now again I can see summer fast approaching like a storm that there's no stopping Repeating in a cycle Like our mistakes

My love for you is endless, just like the deepest sea And like the ocean blue your complications speak to me I've come to understand you, your parts and inner workings My sun only in winter Only when I need you or else you won't need me

Leave you in Summer, Yet You're In My Fluffthoughts (Ashe translyrics) (sidenote this might be one of my favourite music videos of all time)

Falling so deeply while clinging to love But even so, I feel my heart and it’s floating up above Your true face, such a passionate one, shows your beauty, coming in a flood True, all of our short-lived youth will someday come to end Ah, even so, in my view, it starts right now, yet again

And every day, I found I prayed for you to be always full of happiness that remains Ah, just like this, please wait right by my side, please stay

Tablet (Will Stetson / sayriris translyrics) (after watching LL the first thing i did was make a MV to this song with LL Bdubs and it was still the most insane thing ive ever done fuelled by pure gargoyle inspiration juice)

I wouldn't say they're ~~Divorced~~ quite yet cus Idk if they were ever really married as much as just plain endlessly obsessed with eachother, which they still are. But they definitely broke up lmao

but yeah uh their chemistry is great. bdubs said it best. they've been thru the trenches together.

Boat Boys

Thankfully much less thoughts about these two or else this post would get way too long lmao. I like them but I'm not too insane about them I guess? Etho's very awkward near people he isn't used to which was fun to watch but made their interactions kind of limited for a lot of DL I feel.

Joel's obsession with Etho is hilarious and seeing Bdubs get jealous of his #1 ethogirl status getting challenged is great fun. He's definitely gone through a bit of an arc from "I KILLED ETHO! I KILLED ETHO!!" in Last Life to "Eefo D:< You're making me nervous, eefo D:<" in Double Life to whatever the cow divorce situation was in Limlife. It seems like Etho's otherworldly status has been nerfed in his head and he's much less intimidated by him, while still admiring him in that 'childhood hero' sorta way.

I think because of that I've always seen them a little bit as more of a mentor/prodigy relationship than anything else? Specifically one that Etho is not even aware he's in. Eitherway, I don't really ship them in the romantic sense 🤷‍♂️ etho's just way too aloof and joel's got too much fangirl energy for it to be anything intimate lol

#asks #ask games #trafficshipping #ethubs #smalletho #i love joel smallishbeans have i mentioned i love joel smallishbeans #but yeah i would have so much more ethubs art if i wasn't such a perfectionist abt them </3 #they drive me insane

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datclassicrockfan42 · 6 months

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Who are the monkees?

YESSSSSSSSSSSS

DEAR LORD YES

(Sorry I don’t get this question very often)

Anyways, allow me to introduce you to The Monkees

They were a 60s rock band with a TV show(like the Aquabats). Originally created to make money and sell records but after a rebellion from their music producer, they truly(at least in my eyes) became a true band. Unfortunately a lot of factors caused the bands decline in popularity and their dissolvement. They did get back together in the 80’s and 90’s with a little surge in popularity, and thoughout the 2000s and 2010s they continued to tour. Currently the last remaining Monkee(Micky) is doing shows to honor the band these years.(this is definitely a cliff notes version bc(well I kinda lost my Monkee Autism for MCR autism and there’s no way I can fit the entire story into a single post, we can keep talking about this through dm through)

Now for the members. This group consists of four members. Davy, Micky, Peter, and Mike

Here’s a photo

The first member is Davy Jones.(Bottom Right)Short, British, and babyfaced. He’s basically the “Paul McCartney” of the group, the one that all the girls love(at least when the show first aired). In the band lineup, he does vocals, tambourine, and maracas(usually has like fifty maracas) In the show, he’s the group’s hopeless romantic. Always going after a girl and falling in love. However that whole “Davy falls in love and now it’s our problem” is much more of a season one plot line than season two(not to say doesn’t happen there too.)

Next is Micky Dolenz.(Top left). The bands…(for really lack of a better term here) wild card. He’s very energetic and comedic. In the band he’s the drummer but also does vocals most of the time. In the show, he’s wild, chaotic, and the jokester of the group.

Next is Peter Tork( bottom right). Sweet, sensitive Peter. Look at him isn’t he cute? In the band, he’s the bassist, but also plays a multitude of instruments. In the show he was the dummy. The butt of the joke all the time. His shy, awkward(auto fill suggested knees here, and I’m questioning everything), personality and lack of social skills was a constant joke during the series. Actual Peter is pretty intellectual.

Last but certainly not least(especially on this blog) is Mike(top right, in the green wool hat) the second Michael in my life(Mikey was the first). Ah Michael Nesmith. Where to start? Stoic, quiet,aloof, but a total goof sometimes.(starting to sound familiar here)He has what this website calls…autism swag. Usually wearing a little hat(okay now that I type this here I’m starting to realize the similarities between the two Michaels in my life), this Texan is the “serious one.” The dad of group basically. In the band he plays guitar and actually wrote a few songs(oh we’re gonna talk about this). In the show, he was basically the voice of reason. Not really focused on that much,but he had his moments. I should mention that he got rid of the hat around season two, but you can still identify him by his massive sideburns.

Look at these

Look at the size of them

NOW THE SHOW AND MUSIC.

The show: The show aired from 1966-1968 with two seasons. They also had two tv specials and one hella trippy movie. Currently a lot of the episodes have been taken off YT(damn copyright) but we have archive.com and many drive folders containing these episodes. Episode plots can go from “guys Davy’s in love again and now it’s our problem” to “Crap we can’t pay the rent” to “crap we gotta save America from spies”. And season two only gets weirder. Each episode usually contains two “romps” which are basically music videos that showcase songs(like I said made to sell records)

(I do gotta warn you tho. This show was made in the 60s…so some of the content is not actually…politically correct according to today’s standards. So yea just be prepared for that)

Episodes I’d personally recommend for beginners are

Season 1 Ep 8: don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. A simple episode. Displays each of the characters personally traits pretty well. Has good songs.

Season 1 ep 23: Captain Crocodilez a pretty funny episode. Got a lot of that typical Monkee rapid fire random humor(which is kinda Aquabatsish). Some good romps and I find this ep quite enjoyable

Season one ep 12: I’ve got a little song here. This is a Mike focused episode and is a little bit sadder than the majority of eps, but is overall good. It’s got the bands superhero personas, the Monkeemen. Good songs too.

Season two episode 16: fairytale. An iconic episode.(so sometimes the guys would dress up in drag to make their schemes work and there’s lots of that in this episode) it’s a bit more off the walls(which is normal in season two) but still overall a good episode.

Here’s the link for the archive(kinda bad quality but pretty accessible)

Edit: so i checked and something is wrong with the link….so yea

Ummm if yall want I can dm you a link to one of the drives

NOW FOR MUSIC

(Buckle up)

So the group(in the tv show years) released(holy shit) 9 albums.

The Monkees(a classic album of songs from the show) notable tracks include Last train to Clarksville, Saturday’s child, Sweet Young Thing, and Papa Gene’s blues

More of the Monkees(another classic, once again full of songs from the show) notable tracks include Mary,Mary , I’m not your stepping stone, the kind of girl I could love, and(you probably know this one) I’m a believer(yep the song from shrek was a Monkees song)

However, these albums were made with little to no creative control. Opting for studio musicans and writers than the actual guys themselves(who were all pretty good musicans) but after some rebellion, the producer getting fired, and a hole in a hotel wall(before the producer got fired,(guess who did this one lol). The band was able to play their own instruments.

Which brings us to an era which I personally consider the bands finest:

Headquarters: a masterpiece with the group playing almost of all their own instruments. Notable tracks include: Sunny Girlfriend, for Pete’s sake, and Randy Scouse Git

Pisces, Aquarius, Capricorn and Jones(thats actually all the members zodiac signs, expect Davy’s bc him and Mike are both Capricorns and they actually share a birthday(Dec 30): this is their psychedelic album(hey it’s 1967 everyone’s doing it) Notable tracks here include: Pleasant Valley Sunday, Love is only sleeping, Star Collector and the door into summer.

The Birds, The Bees, and The Monkees: another classic👌. Notable tracks here include: Daydream Believer, Tapioca Tundra, and Dream World.

We then have the HEAD(that trippy movie i was talking about(that’s a little advanced tho, stick to the show for now) soundtrack: notable tracks here include: Porpoise Song, As we go along, circle sky, and daddy’s song.

Now for some mythbustijg bc oh boy

They didn’t play their own instruments: actually a lot of the guys were originally musicians before the show(Mike and Peter were folk singers, and Davy worked in broadway(not an instrument but still cool to know). We kinda already debunked this one though so let’s move on to the next:

They didn’t write their own songs: kinda true. The studio did bring in some studio writers to write songs, but the guys actually wrote some songs themselves(mainly Mike, but the others did too)

Ok well I’ve been typing for quite a while now and my hands tried soo ima leave this here. DM me if you want any more info(I have a master degree in the history of Micheal Nesmith with a minor in the band and show history)

#sorry for the Monkee introduction master post I just got excited #also probably not my best but blame the autism wanting Mikey Way instead of Mike Nesmith #(yea so this is my orginal classic rock/Monkee autism blog #the one you know me for this is my MCR/Mikey Way/Killjoy Ocs/Aquabats autism blog #Monkees introducry master post #the monkees

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mcflymemes · 1 year

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ROMANCING THE STONE (1984) PROMPTS

what did you do, wake up this morning and say “today i’m going to ruin a man’s life”?

oh, you smoke it?

why won’t you take the elevator?

i’ll kill you, goddammit!

how will you die? slow like a snail? or fast like a shooting star?

this guy who is following you, he is very persistent.

i like your boots.

if i were to die, there’s nowhere on earth i’d rather be.

i couldn’t stop thinking about you.

i even read one of your books.

he died right in my arms.

i don’t have any idea, i’m sorry.

well, we’ve all got our problems today, don’t we.

can you tell me where the nearest town is?

will there be another bus?

that nice man who pulled a gun on you? what else did he tell you?

jesus christ, we’re in a lot of trouble.

understatement of the year, asshole.

is there anybody who isn’t following you?

now move it, before batman comes home.

you’re the best time i’ve ever had.

i understand you have a car.

goddamn it, i knew i should have listened to my mother.

now i ain’t cheap, but i can be had.

don’t i know you?

oh... i’m the creep, huh.

well at least i’m honest.

wait a minute. he’s after you.

who the hell are you?

ah, don’t give me that shit.

one hell of a morning has turned into a bitch of a day!

how long have you been down here?

this kidnapping stuff makes me real nervous.

someone’s gonna get killed.

will you stop worrying?

have i ever hurt you? i will never hurt you. i can’t hurt you.

we’ve got the same blood. we’re not two people; we are one person.

someday if i had the money, i’d take you... we’d sail away... around the world and back again. i promise you.

i was thinking about something you said.

i’d love to see you on the boat.

you’re leaving? you’re leaving me?

you are now a world class hopeless romantic.

the cops? what do they want? i haven’t done anything lately!

which way do we go?

can we get there in your car?

what do you want? seriously, i’d really like to know.

maybe it’s silly, but... i know there is somebody out there for me.

i can’t believe how fast you cranked this out.

look at me, i’m a mess.

is it... uh... poisonous?

you are the luckiest son of a bitch that ever walked the face of the earth.

i could’ve been killed, and you’re drinking!

i’m hot-wiring the car.

all you care about is yourself, isn’t it? i knew that from the first moment i laid eyes on you.

you did this on purpose!

i knew i couldn’t depend on you! i knew it!

i’ll meet you there! trust me!

you’re gonna need something stronger than that.

#rp musings #rp meme #Inbox prompts #ask meme #writing prompt #rp prompt #rp memes #rp starters #starter meme #sentence starter prompt #rp asks #Ask memes #rp inbox meme #romancing the stone #mcflymemes

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tamtam-go92 · 5 months

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Tuesday

Hadley usually starts work really early (or late however you consider it) but the following day she couldn't hear the honking outside. She was just too damn exhausted.

Not much later, Linnea is woken up by the first movements of her baby.

Linnea: Canned food for breakfast again?! What are you thinking, Mom, that we are dogs? Cecily: Serve yourself, if you think you can do it better. I'm surrounded by food at work all day, I can't be bothered cooking at home too.

Hadley gets an angry message from work for slacking out this day, but she's got a good enough excuse.

She doesn't have the greatest day. Hadley: Sorry Mom, I'm afraid they're currently not that active. I'll let you know, when they start kicking again...

Time to get their plan into work! Linnea: Have you reached him? Hadley: No, his mother told me he was still at work. Linnea: Oh, doing extra hours, hm? Not too common for Mr. Rafferty junior. Hadley: Don't go too hard on him. He's not that bad. Linnea: Don't you get it, Sis, he played on us both, he used us like toys. And now we're both suffering under the consequences. He has to pay for it, Sis! Hadley: I think you're really over reacting. We all are grown ups, we know what might happen if we woohoo and don't watch out. I know you'd like to see him hanging, but... I don't know, I still like him... Linnea sighed. She couldn't believe her sister was such a hopeless romantic. Sure it was part of their plan that Hadley would pretend to still love Sebastian, but Linnea couldn't risk loosing her sister truly to this horrible man!

Delaney was doing okay-ish at school and great at work, but his Mom was only interested if there was any girl at school that had caught his eye.

Cecily after all, was just a klutz as they say...

At least Vera was interested in getting Delaney's grades up.

Finally: Cecily: Ah, Sebastian, what pleasant surprise! How are you my dear? Do you already miss me? Sebastian: Is Hadley at home? She tried calling me earlier, but I was still at work. Cecily: Hadley? Uh, sure, she's just having her fourth meal today. I think she'd got some interesting news for you...

Hadley: Thank you Mom, could I have some privacy? Linnea was fuming. But she was also excited to see her plan unfold...

Yeah, Cecily was a true klutz. But at least she had the decency to tell Sebastian, that she couldn't see him anymore as he had gotten her daughter pregnant. Sebastian: Pregnant?! O_o

Vera wasn't as diplomatic. Vera: You're gonna pay for this! You've ruined Hadley's life, are you aware of this? Sebastian: And who's talking about my life? I didn't ask for this either? Who are you to come at me like this anyway? It's not like you and Hadley are that close? Vera: We are family. Of course we care for each other!

Linnea held her stomach as she followed Sebastian to the bathroom. Linnea: I can't believe you've also been sleeping with my sister! I though we were something special! I don't want anything to do with you ever again! If Hadley wants to, that's her deal, but don't you come under my eyes ever again! Sebastian: Great suits me just fine! Hadley is more fun than you anyway. You would get along so great with my old man!

As he left the bathroom, Linnea let go of her held breath and slowly touched her belly. It was better that way. She would have the life she wanted and they would have the life they deserved.

Hadley: I'm sorry that they're all so horrible towards you. Sebastian: It's okay dear. I still have you, don't I? And we'll be a little family. He giggled nervously. Hadley: Well not THAT little. Sebastian, I'm having twins!

Now he needed a sit- and a drink!

After he left, the sisters sat down to have a late dinner together. Vera: So, everything worked out just as planned? Hadley: Yes, he's caught the bait. You should have seen his face when I told him it was twins, Lin'. Linnea flinched as she heard her name and faked a smile. Linnea: Yeah, I can tell. He's probably overwhelmed by just one baby. It was the best to go after their plan, she told herself. She wasn't meant to be a mother. She didn't want to end like her own mother...

#the sims 2 #the custom uberhood #emerald heights #wentworth family #cecily wentworth #vera wentworth #linnea wentworth #hadley wentworth #delaney wentworth #sebastian rafferty #round 1

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bowiebond · 2 years

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steve being the only person tommy trusts enough to fuck him is my favorite thing ever. just trans tommy being terrified of getting close to anyone because he's just all wrong and that's not what girls or guys want. but steve's been there since he decided he didn't like his name in 4th grade. he was there and just said "okay cool" when tommy said he felt like he was just one of the boys in 6th grade. he helped give tommy his testosterone shots just before they started high school because he's always been afraid of needles. and when they got to high school he used his king steve status to make sure everyone knew he was tommy and anything else they think they heard is none of their business. maybe he's a little in love with steve but that's not the point because that's his best friend and he just trusts him. so after how many years of getting other people off and acting like it's fine tommy gets frustrated. so he asks steve to fuck him. he pretends to be casual and leans into him while they're watching a movie and just flat out asks. steve who of course is bright red but totally down for it stutters his way through a yes. and he doesn't just fuck tommy, he gets him all spread out in his bed and makes him cum three different ways before he gets on top of him and fucks him all sweet and slow. tommy is not gonna cry during his first time but he's damn near it with how steve treats him. (i am so sorry for writing all this in your inbox i didn't realize it got so long)

Yes, yes, a million times YES!!

We love supportive Steve, even tho I think he doesn’t really get the ‘trans thing’, he’s a bit of a himbo-bitch ally, like ‘that’s Tommy, my best friend, he said he’s a guy so he’s a guy.He hits like one too if you call him a girl, so don’t do that, or I’ll hit you too (cause I don’t want my best friend upset got it?).’

Tommy trusting Steve so wholeheartedly with his body is just,,, AH. Makes me feel things as a trans guy. He trusts Steve with his heart as a friend but gets kinda scared letting Steve have him in a romantic sense so sex is a lot easier to deal with, except Steve is a hopeless romantic even when it comes to sex and he looooves taking his time, loves making his partner writher and cum more than once. To him, sex is only good when both parties are exhausted by the end of it and kind of glowing, which Tommy very much is after Steve is done with him. Whimpers whenever Steve tries to get another round started because he’s just so sensitive.

“No you can’t finger me again, you’ve put me on deaths doorstep already with them, Stevie.” Steve is only half listening because Tommy is gorgeous; loose limbed and sweaty and rosy red all over.

“Come on, just one more time!”

“I’ll kick you. I’m kicking you as we speak.” Tommy’s leg doesn’t even move.

“…Are you?” Steve quirked a brow.

“Am I not?” Tommy asked, confused.

“No.”

“Ah, fuck.” They both break into infectious laughter that has them holding their guts for ten minutes, rolling around on Steve’s sheets and snickering. All is good 😌

#stommy #Steve harrington #Tommy hagan #trans Tommy hagan #ftm!tommy hagan #lemon

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agentwashingcat · 2 years

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Scars

I have no idea where this Andromeda fic came from but here it is. Featuring Jaal and Scott Ryder it’s mostly fluff with some sap cause Scott is a hopeless romantic lmao

Cross posted on ao3!

“Jaal, are you staring at my tits?”

Scott, in the midst of towel drying his hair, had found Jaal watching him from the doorway of the crew quarters. And considering Scott was currently only wearing pants, it was a logical assumption that Jaal was staring at his tits.

Obviously.

Jaal chuckled, shaking his head. “Can I not admire my partner’s body?”

Scott felt his cheeks flush, but kept it together. “I’m sure we can think of more inventive things for you to do.”

Nailed it.

“Hmm, I’m sure we can.” Jaal’s eyes swept over him once more, landing on his chest. “I had a question, if that is alright?”

Scott blinked, not expecting the abrupt change in topic. “Sure, Jaal, what’s on your mind?”

“You have markings on your chest where Liam does not. Is that typical?”

Scott looked down at his chest and then looked back up. “Wait, have you seen Liam naked?” He wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

Jaal waved a hand like it was nothing. “We were learning about each other’s species by asking weird questions we could not ask others.”

“And you had to be naked for that?”

“You’re avoiding my question.” Jaal titled his head. “Was it offensive? I apologize if that is the case.”

“No! Well, I mean, maybe, depending on the person. People don’t always like to talk about their scars.”

“Oh! I did not realize they were scars. They are very well healed.”

“Thank you I worked really hard at that.” Scott was only half kidding. Scar care was important and he had been very diligent about it to minimize the scarring after surgery. “I honestly don’t know how to word this so I’m just gonna go for it. Do y’all have transgender people?”

Jaal frowned. “Trans gender? That word did not translate.”

Off to a great start. “People who are born one gender but realize they’re a different gender.”

Jaal brightened. “Oh, yes, we have many, many genders. Children are encouraged to explore and find an identity that is correct for them.”

Alright, that was promising. “I’m not sure how much it matters for Angara, but humans who are a different gender will sometimes change things about their body so that they feel more comfortable in it. So that’s why the scars.” Scott paused. “Lexi also gives me a hormone shot once a week, so you’re not allowed to strand me anywhere.”

“I would never strand you, dearest one,” Jaal said, laughing. He moved towards Scott, pulling him in by the waist and resting their foreheads together. “I appreciate your candor with me.”

Scott felt the tension slip out of his shoulders. “I try. Humans aren’t always… accepting of people who are different from them. Makes it hard to know who’s safe to come out to.”

Jaal furrowed his brow. “But our differences should be acknowledged and celebrated!”

“You’re preaching to the choir, man.”

Jaal’s brow only furrowed deeper. “What does that mean?”

“Oh, uh-” Idioms not translating properly was a real pain in the ass. “Just that I understand what you mean, I suppose.”

“Ah, I see.” Jaal kissed him gently, bringing a hand up to cradle Scott’s face. Scott leaned into him, eyes sliding closed as he melted against Jaal. They hadn’t known each other for long, but if anyone asked, he would have said Jaal was the other half of his soul. Which was crazy, since they had come all the way from the Milky Way, but it felt true. Despite everything, they fit together in a way Scott had never felt before.

When they broke apart, Scott gave Jaal a dopey smile. “I love you.” He felt the blood drain from his face. Oh god, that was supposed to stay in his head. “I, uh, fuck, was that, I didn’t mean to say that.”

A large smile broke out over Jaal’s face, his eyes sparkling brightly. “I love you as well, dearest one.”

The blood rushed back to his face instantly, and he was sure his cheeks were burning red. Jaal’s openness was still something he was getting used to. “Good. Great! Uh, oh no, I’m failing, I’m doing so bad right now.”

Jaal looked concerned, cupping Scott’s face with both hands. “You are perfect, dear one. Never forget that.”

Scott didn’t think his face could get any redder. “Right, right, okay, sure.” This was, actually, he wasn’t sure if this was going well or not. He could barely think straight at the best of times, nevermind when Jaal was telling him he loved him and he was perfect. It was like something out of one of his fantasies.

“Scott, are you alright?” Jaal asked.

“I’m spiraling a little, not gonna lie.”

“Spiraling?”

“Overthinking, I think.” If that wasn’t proof that he was overthinking he didn’t know what was. “I’m not… used to this, yet.”

Jaal blinked. “To what?”

Scott almost laughed at Jaal’s confusion. It must seem so simple to him. “The overabundance of affection, I suppose.” Scott knew that part of it was his own fault. He kept people at arm's length. Him and Sara were affectionate of course, but sibling affection was a lot different than this. This was exhilarating and intoxicating.

“You deserve all the affection in this galaxy and yours, my heart.” Jaal was looking at him so sincerely, with such bright eyes that it made his head spin.

“God I really do love you,” Scott managed to get out after a moment.

Jaal chuckled, kissing him again. “And I you.” After a moment he spoke again. “Next time we are on Aya, there is a place I want to show you.”

“Oh? What place?”

“It’s a surprise.”

Scott pouted, putting on his best puppy dog eyes. “But I wanna know.”

“Do not, what did you call it, use your dog eyes on me,” Jaal admonished, laughing. “It’s a surprise.”

Scott stuck his tongue out at him. “Fine. Be that way.”

“You’ll know soon enough, dearest one, I promise.”

“I will because I’m gonna tell Sara to set a course for Aya asap.” No one ever accused Scott of having patience.

“A S A P?”

Scott grinned. “As soon as possible.”

Jaal rolled his eyes. “You are a menace.”

“But I’m your menace.”

Jaal’s face softened as he looked at him. “That you are.”

#mass effect andromeda #Mass Effect #jaal ama darav #Scott Ryder #Jaal x Scott #Jaal x Ryder #trans Scott Ryder #my mass effect fic #lmao this was supposed to just be Scott coming out and got a little bit out of hand #writing be like that

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paperlovesadness · 1 year

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Thank you so much @uhbasicallyjustmilex for the tag 🩵

15 questions/15 mutuals

1. are you named after anyone?

Nope! Just a name my mom liked.

2. when was the last time you cried?

Huh. Well I'm gonna sound like one of those tough "superstraight" dudes now that say "I don't know, never" 😅 because I don't know! I've been doing really well mentally for a good few months.

Ah! But I've for sure cried over great music or some uplifting story on the internet during the last week.

3. do you have kids?

Nope. And I don't think I'd ever be ready to make someone else my priority like that. (Also kids are scary).

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

Not at all (👀)

5. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

Handshake - if there is one (I'm one of the people who believe it says a lot); otherwise it's not something I can say specifically. It's a vibe. Their presence, tone of voice, body language - an overall energy that let's you pre-judge a person before you get to know them for real (however harsh that may sound. It's like a natural thing though).

6. what’s your eye colour?

Greenish-brown? (I think?)

7. scary movies or good endings?

Good endings forever and always. I get the strength a sad/ambiguous ending can have. And I like to see that, when it's done well - occasionally. But for the day-to-day I do go out of my way to first find out if what I'm about to consume (books, movies, tv) ends okay. And choose the stuff that does. My philosophy is - there's enough sadness around in the world and for me - media is most of all an escape. (And with fanfics I read only happy endings).

I'm also a hopeless romantic so 🤷🏻‍♀️ figures.

(Also scary movies fascinate me but then leave me unable to properly function for up to a week or more so not thank you).

8. any special talents?

I don't know about special. I think I'm pretty good with manual artsy stuff? I've just made stuff my whole life. Pins, jewelry, collages, t-shirts graphics, keychains, figurines. If I wanted something badly - usually merch or gadgets connected to my hyper-obsession - but couldn't get it for financial or just availability reasons I'd figure out a way to make it myself or buy something similar and make it look like what I wanted.

9. where were you born?

Europe 👀 ha. I don't really know the exact reasons why I don't share my country in my little online spaces. I think I just like the internet being this global place where it doesn't really matter? We all write in English and it's hard to tell who's from where. It's kind of nice. (That being said - it's not a secret for any bigger reason. And I can always share in private messages).

10. what are your hobbies?

Singing, guitar & ukulele. Photography, photo-manipulation, clay, writing, figure skating, journaling, reading. Yeah just artsy stuff all over the place.

11. do you have any pets?

Yep! A dog and 3 cats who live with my parents (but also I pretty much also do with how often I'm there, so...)

12. what sports do you play/have you played?

Figure skating (Yes, I do love that TAOTU mv).

13. how tall are you?

I truly never remember. 165?

14. favourite subject in school?

Literature.

15. dream job?

If we're talking dreams and not realism - something to do with music. But I won't even elaborate, because it's scary and vulnerable to have such dreams 🙃

Aaaaanyway!

This was fun! Thank you for the tag again 💙 and I'm tagging - first off; truly anyone who sees this and thinks it's fun (yes! I mean YOU. Do it!)

And then just off the top of my head - I really just don't remember usernames well unless I see them (then I recognize you guys!): @kiray1991 @freakykeypad @mileskanex @haemoglobinheights @the-thing-about-life-is @depressedraisin @paulagrnt @28-destiel-505 @joshus-lobster

(also sorry if you've already been tagged before!)

#yeah; I answer way too long - 🎶 ovresharing and it's bitter aftertaste 🎶 😂 ~#(nah. thankfully the 'bitter' pretty much goes away when it's kind of anonymous like this. So it's just the fun part)#t'was fun! hope you guys have fun with it too!

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frienderbender · 2 years

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for those ships questions: rikki/nikki 11 (love), rikki/melm 2 (love), will/toki 2 (pre-relationship), jt/melm 4 (general), abi/skwis 4 (pre-relationship)?

SHIP QUESTIONS

this is gonna be loooong i love it THANK YOU

Rikki/Nikki

What are some songs that apply to their relationship, in-universe or otherwise?

OHHH i don’t wanna spoil comic stuff but ah fuck it “Il Cielo In Una Stanza” is one of Their songs…….rikki introduced her to a lot of old italian love songs (introduced to him by his mother) and it’s nikki’s favorite thing when he sings them to her. they’ve spent many nights dancing together while his old records play and he sings along. she knows every word, even if she doesn’t understand it.

god out of universe though like my own rikki/nikki songs OH BOY. not to hit you with another italian song but “L’Uomo Che Non Sapeva Amare” is sooooo. oh my god. those sober-breakup-era vibes. insane. fucking uhhh “Lifeboat” by Lovage still gets to me. sorry for doing songs mike patton has sung i can’t help it. for other HAPPIER songs though like i know i’ve referenced it before but “Nikki” by Forever the Sickest Kids is still. them. “Lovefool” by the Cardigans is a CLASSIC and will always give me early relationship vibes. just stupidly, ridiculously, painfully in love. i’ll stop now i could go on😭

Rikki/Melmord

What are their primary love languages?

when rikki’s with nikki, he’s always doing stuff for her because he feels like it’s what he’s supposed to do, and he loves doing it, and never expects anything in return. call him old fashioned or whatever but he definitely strikes me as the “i’m the man i gotta do this etc etc” so when he sees melm he’s very much like “you’re a grown man.” anyway very convoluted way of saying he appreciates acts of service. physical touch is also VERY important to him but i think it takes him awhile to warm up to holding melm but once he does…….he’s not letting go. personally i think melm is a “words of affirmation” guy at his core but idk if he’s getting that from rikki so uhhh touch will have to do😭

Will/Toki

What was their first impression of each other?

i mean toki wanted to be will’s friend immediately while will was definitely a lot more abrasive. but that’s just him. i think when toki got the impression that will didn’t like toki being Super Nice And Buddy-Buddy In His Face constantly, he started acting a lot more playfully rude which. well. i don’t know how well that worked out but it DID get more of a reaction. he did talk to him more. i think at some point they were both struck by “oh we might be the least respected in this group” and so kinda HAD to stick together by then. but being stuck or forced to spend time together really did open the door for them to get to know each other better. so it worked out in the end. mostly.

JT/Melmord

Were they each other’s first anything (kiss, relationship, etc.)?

i don’t think so. if we’re going all the way and saying like, some guys AU married and all that then yeah i think it was at least melm’s first marriage. john gives me once-divorced vibes regardless of AU though. ended on fairly amicable terms, probably. happened in his younger amazelingtons days. probably don’t talk anymore but it’s whatever. he’s got melmord now, whatever consolation that may be.

Abigail/Skwisgaar

Who felt romantic feelings first?

i’m a sucker for secret hopeless romantic skwisgaar……i gotta say he did. i think things started out fairly casual between them, just some fun outings and maybe some casual sex, but the next thing skwisgaar knows oh my god he’s thinking about her all the time and how amazing and smart and creative and beautiful she is…..how he wants to hold her hand, do something monotonous with her, WRITE A SONG FOR HER….oh it’s all over😔 but abi for sure fell for his dorky swedish charm very soon. could 100% see the moment where skwis nervously tries to confess is when she realizes oh my god i think i love him too

#asks #THANK YOU M‼️‼️♥️♥️♥️🧡🧡🧡😭😭😭😭#i hope you’re doing well! i know we talk like every other day but it’s always a treat when i see you on here!

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letstrywritingmaybe · 1 year

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Just a random thought, since I love song fics… I wonder if I could somehow make a fic using my Spotify wrapped playlist as inspiration hmm… I’m gonna think out loud under the cut

Crash my car… so a meet ugly if it’s an AU (I love these!) but also lyrics could make it canon verse

Roses, need I say more, this is so CoAi vibes already. Lyrics probs more canon?

Bang, um… yeah okay probs canon divergence from the looks of things

Way less sad, labyrinth, know it all, lost, talk too much, maroon (oooo, as if I want already dreaming of a midnights album fic), close to you, 1 last cigarette, bummerland (cause we’re only going up from here. Okay this is like all my fics though), anti-hero, miss you a little, see through, blind, snow on the beach (okay but I did use a lyric already for the December fic…), American money (ngl always wanted to use this song as inspo cause of my bias of mirroring my golden otp), daphne blue (I don’t wanna talk about it! And I think we both know why! Wish it wasn’t automatic, the way I want you every time. Ugh this song man), loneliness for love (this song has always low key reminded me of my fav), karma (cause karma is her boyfriend!?!), songs I can’t listen too (my bias of superposition being their song), isabelle (hm… eh), love somebody (this one!!!), lavender haze (again the midnights album fic really should just be a thing), I like that, hate you + love you (ah yes the low key toxic vibe of it all. Why am I like this), SAD (clap your hands) (honestly probs more of a kaishi vibe but not very shippy really, but we’ll roll with it), you’re on your own kid, 2/14 (can’t fall in love tonight, well guess what pal! It’s happening!), 3 o’clock things (insomnia my old friend but also this ship doesn’t sleep I swear), choke (basically just die, which is such a mood), bejeweled (best believe my queen is still bejeweled and she can still make the whole place shimmer. And when they ask if she has a man? She can still say she doesn’t remember~ seriously this album fic when. Does someone else wanna be in charge of this cause I’m super intrigued by how people write using the same source but it always turns out different and I love that!), never a good time (the demise of the canon ship, there’s literally no good way for them to break up. They’re way too toxic and while obviously they shouldn’t work out, it’s annoying that I even have to figure a way to make amicable. I literally don’t even bother anymore. I hate canon), palm reader (got your crystals in your pocket like a drug dealer, bars. Love this line always), all my favorite songs (see the neon trees song cause that is the tie in), mastermind (most CoAi song off the album hands down), less than I do (I hope you feel blue, less than I do… did I really write a fic if I don’t make him suffer?), ghost story (see previous note), wave of you, question…?, Greek tragedy (she hits like ecstasy~), I think I like you (geezus Christ you think buddy!!! Literally I wanna scream every time cause why the fuck is he like this!!! HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW YOURE IN LOVE WITH MY QUEEN!!! I say as if he isn’t canonly dense as fuck when it comes to romance, it’s literally why I can’t deal with him sometimes and will only write him when he fucking is aware! As a hopeless romantic, it kills me to see him be so dumb about this kinda stuff), electric love, sweet nothing (okay I honestly see this more as kaishi but it’s cause I’m soft for them but also imagining it as CoAi is very cute too), strawberry sunscreen (she tastes like sunscreen and summertime, actually lots of feels about this… like you know when a summer fling is going to end cause it can’t last and you know it but you still keep going for it even. Living in the moment and falling more and being so happy and just disregarding the fallout that’s to come. Again just my feelings with this ship, the song does not give this vibe at all), run (need I say more, this is a theme for this ship), baby blue shades (hm… again I’m thinking more of symbolism but the song is not at all the way I’m making it out to be in my head)

midnight rain (ugh okay my fav song off the album but in regards to the ship there’s so much about this song man. And I never think of him, except on midnights like this. My whole heart. I guess sometimes we all get just what we wanted. I guess sometimes we all get some kind of haunted. Listen I’m a firm firm believe that they would absolutely be each other’s the one that got away and that just pains me so much), can you handle my love??, I ain’t worried, world’s smallest violin, vigilante shit, girl(you’re gonna take me back to a time when I loved and I mean it), animal(so look me in the eyes, am I someone else?)

you are the traffic (I actually have a fic with this as the title and it is not a great one. Not as messy as devour, but not great either. A terrible toxic relationship that should definitely end, but because it’s me… yeah…)

Dear reader, automatic (god I love the way you talk the way you feel baby), higher, blu (fall into your blue, what the hell is love if you’re in complete control, fighting it is hopeless, sinking in your ocean just like you designed me to do), would’ve could’ve should’ve (the regrets aspect but also John Mayer is a piece of shit, not fic related of course but I never liked him), Thelma + Louise, coming home, boys (got hungover from your words, in New York it’s the worst, all these nights are a blur), the Great War, superposition, cemetery (def not a shippy song but we’ll roll with the title), low key (see I only lie when I love you summary), Paris, I want it all (he’s the selfish one but he’s not wrong when it’s for her), love me like a friend (fwb fic when), song about you (see me always being on the song fic train), high Infidelity, stay next to me

Cringe (honestly could go one of two ways for me. Either more fuel for no canon ship or desperation for my ship. Again I write this all the time), still not dead (honestly the theme of the series if we’re just looking at the title here), bigger than the whole sky, wish you were sober, the other side of paradise (of all glass animal songs it was this one??? I wish you could see the naked truth… I guess), sunshine, glitch, choker (self-sabotage is a sweet romance)

tangerine (okay here’s another one, hm… honestly more of a failed ship song but perhaps a dramatic thing of this is what will happen to me if I miss out on keeping you), dancing in the kitchen

state of grace (okay I never liked the idea of writing a red album fic cause it is the ultimate breakup album and in my world my ship always works out. So really this is more for the canon ship, which I low key have put a lot of thought into and may just write it one day… but I don’t really wanna cause I do not care about the canon ship. But I literally have it all mapped out in my head. All 30 songs. But anyways this is the worthwhile fight I guess would be his stance for my queen if I’m making it for my ship)

My play (basically the perfect scenario, but we all know nothing ever goes to plan in the real world), lean on me, someday, red (see note about this being a canon ship break up album and my ship is absolutely not a red ship cause to me those do not last. I say as I have a red otp), drivers license (okay this does not apply to them at all, but we can roll with it in the way that we’re tying in the crash my car song. Am I bringing back the idea of an AU?), 18

Get away (okay I can’t. This has always been a kaishi song to me and I kinda still really wanna write this fic for them one day… but I guess we can roll with this as just the title, cause the lyrics are definitely more geared towards kaishi for me)

Message in a bottle (again we don’t need to go over this again, so title it is), record player (title), strawberries & cigarettes (basic but so what), find someone, run (but this one is for the one in Run To Change The End Game. I still need to finish that and perhaps add the joker and the queen, but for this purpose we’ll continue the theme of running away or not), new religion, everybody talks (in which as per usual in my fics, everyone ships them), (skipping this one cause it’s not my song but one of my brothers that made the list)

Treacherous (okay I know I said no red songs cause breakup album but… this to me has (still is) always been the most CoAi song Tay ever wrote so… yeah)

In conclusion, this would literally be every fic I’ve ever written so yeah. Totally doable

#cynful babbles #I probably won’t write this as one fic but it’s possible #mostly because I do kinda wanna write a midnights album fic #you know I bet I could be a consistent updater if I strictly wrote song fics

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minkkumaz · 10 months

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what songs do you associate your moots with ?!

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omg i am blushing i have my first anon AHA i wasn't thinking about adding a list but if you're gonna be here often i'd love to have u! i love this question so much cause i've really met so many lovely people through tumblr since i made my account! woonhakist : broken melodies or best friend ever by nct dream - jordan is literally the sweetest person, and my best friend despite not knowing eachother for awhile. - when we first started talking we very easily bonded over these two songs. - broken melodies reminds me about how whipped we were when this song first came out. - but best friend ever is literally us. we will be singing along n shit! - our lyric is "we are the two as one." skullverse : better (with you) by crying city - i'm going to be so for realsies, it's quite hard for me to explain to anyone the reason behind this song. - and to be frank, i've barely even listened to it. - just know that we have the biggest inside joke about this song that has been going on forever LOLL. - whenever i hear the title i am immediately looking over to vix with a smirk on my face. adorhannie : she had the world by panic at the disco - pearl gives me the biggest like... - she gives me aesthetical vibes. like she's just so kinda and laid back you know? - her profile is as cute as her and shes such a little sweetie. - i love this song because it gives me major comfort vibes and thats honestly what i get from her. woon2u : stupid for you by waterparks - ah, my most delusional moot /j. - a lot of our interactions have been about bnd, and i know they be going CRAZY over these boys. - but honestly im right with them on that LOL. - i think this song is really good and i don't know why but it just gives me vibes yknow. - em is definitely a hopeless romantic and i feel like they genuinely would go great lengths for someone they like. - hence why this song choice.

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 3 years

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If I Fell For You (Part 2) - Baseball Caps & Stroller Naps

Summary: The reader gets into the swing of things around the Ackles household and starts having more one on one time with Jensen. He even offers to set her up with a friend of his. When he invites her to a family outing as a friend though, she gets another glimpse that he might not be as put together as he appears...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Square: Daddy!Jensen

Word Count: 5,900ish

Warnings: language, mention of death of a spouse/death of a parent

A/N: Things are starting to happen! This was also written for @supernatural-jackles Tell Me A Story Bingo!

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“Good morning,” you said the next day as Jensen walked into the kitchen covered in sweaty workout clothes.

“Morning,” he said, going to the fridge to grab a drink. “Get the kids to school okay?”

“Yup,” you said, Jensen sniffing the air and humming as he walked over to where a loaf of banana bread was cooling in the rack. “Ah, it’s still too hot. Wait another half hour.”

“Fine,” he grumbled. “It smells amazing by the way. I don’t think anything’s been baked in this house in six months.”

“I’ve always enjoyed it,” you said, Jensen taking a seat on top of the counter. He chugged down the cold bottle of water, some of it dripping down the corners of his mouth. “Enjoy sleeping in today?”

“You don’t know the half of it. I feel amazing.”

“You look rested for the first time since I’ve met you,” you said. “You should sleep in on the weekends more too. The kids don’t need to be up at dawn.”

“No, they don’t,” he said. “I do love sleep too. You do okay with getting the three of them going on your own today?”

“Yeah. JJ’s old enough to get herself dressed and make her bed and do a few things on her own. The twins are a balancing act but the trick is to give yourself double the amount of time you think you need and you’ll never be late.”

“Not a bad tip,” he said as you finished wiping off a glass and picked up a pad and pen. “Whatcha working on?”

“Ideas for crafts and that sort of thing. You guys have a lot of supplies already so I was thinking of some ideas to do this week,” you said.

“You know...you can stick them in front of a TV too. They have their shows they like. We aren’t big on tracking screen time,” he said. “As long as they play and do some kind of creative thing everyday they can watch TV for a few hours in a row if they want. Our parents didn’t worry about that shit when we were kids, you know?”

“No, they didn’t do that,” you said. He lifted up the bottom of his muscle tank and wiped off his face, your eyes going straight down to the pad so you wouldn’t risk staring. “Any work scheduled for today?”

“I gotta wash up, head to the brewery for a few to check on things. I have some voice acting work I’m doing right now so I go to a place downtown and record that. That’ll be my afternoon. I can handle making dinner tonight. I should be back around four thirty, maybe a hair after,” he said.

“Alright,” you said. “Anything you need at the store today?”

“Nah, we got plenty here,” he said. He wiped off his face with his shirt again, using his collar this time. You handed him a dish towel and he smiled, rubbing it over his neck and head. “Sorry. I’m dripping aren’t I.”

“A little. Do you work out a lot?” you asked.

“No more than the average person. Try to do thirty minutes in the morning most days of the week. It’s sort of been my only alone time lately,” he said.

“Are you a runner?”

“God no. I’m not built for that. I like boxing and HIIT, weights, that sort of stuff. Part of my job is to look a certain way so if I’m gonna be the tough guy…”

“You gotta look like a tough guy?” you asked. He smiled and you looked him up and down. “Don’t get me wrong. You’re a strong guy, that’s pretty obvious. But you’re not a tough guy.”

“Oh I’m not?” he asked but there was a lightness to his voice.

“Tough guys tend to be assholes. You’re too nice for that,” you said.

“I suppose you have a point,” he said, sliding off the counter. He stepped over to the banana bread and picked up the knife nearby, slicing off a piece for himself and popping it in his mouth. “Hot. Hot.”

“I told you so,” you said with a small laugh.

“Tastes delicious though,” he said with his mouth full. You shook your head as he ate another piece and turned to go upstairs.

“Jensen,” you said, pointing at the sweaty dish towel.

“Ugh, yes mom,” he said, swiping it away with a smile.

“Thank you,” you said, tapping on your notepad. You felt his presence beside you, not to mention the smell, and turned your head up, Jensen smiling back. “Yes?”

“Aren’t you due for a break?” he asked.

“You don’t really get how this nanny thing works yet, do you.”

“Yeah well...I’m not a shitty boss so I guess you’ll have to get used to that too. Take a break Y/N. Have some coffee on the balcony. It’s a sunny January day. Enjoy it,” he said. You rolled your eyes and he pointed at the back door before he headed upstairs. You bit your bottom lip and glanced at the clock. You had been going for over three hours non-stop and one of those had been spent trying to convince a four year old he had to wear pants to daycare.

You turned to leave the kitchen when you heard a tsk. You jumped and slipped on the rug in front of the sink, falling backwards straight down to the hardwood floor.

“Sorry! Sorry!” he said as he rushed over. “I’m always tripping over that thing.”

“I’m fine,” you said as you sat up with his help. Your ass hurt but you knew you’d be alright. “Maybe we move the rug from the very trippable area?”

He swallowed and stared at you for a long moment before you smiled.

“How about we put it outside your office?” you asked softly. He nodded and you picked up one end of the long strip of fabric. He went to the other end and picked it up, backing up as you walked it over to the other side of the house. You laid it out in front of his closed door, smiling as you straightened it up. “There we go. Safe and sound.”

You headed back to the kitchen, Jensen lingering behind you.

“I was...gonna say you can make...you can use my coffee machine,” he said quietly.

“Okay,” you said quietly. “Jensen.”

“Hm?”

“Stuff is stuff. This isn’t a museum. It’s a home. It’s gonna change over time.”

“I know. It’s just that rug...it is so damn ugly and I hate it,” he said with a smile. “I wanted to get rid of it the day she brought it home.”

“Wives have a way of getting the last word in,” you said. He chuckled and you got out a mug for yourself. “Tell me to shove it if this is too personal but are you sure you want to get back out into the dating world? It’s rough out there.”

“It is. Until it isn’t,” he said.

“You’re a hopeless romantic, aren’t you.”

“Guilty as charged.” He rubbed the back of his neck and his cheeks flushed for a brief moment.

“Women like hopeless romantics,” you said. “Just don’t get taken advantage of for that. There’s some not so nice women out there too.”

“Afraid I’ll fall for some ditz?” he asked.

“No, I don’t think you’d do that. But someone might hurt you and you’ve been through enough. Maybe just...don’t fall in love at first sight or something like that,” you said. “Alright?”

“Never was much good at that,” he said to himself while you grabbed your coffee mug. “You believe in that sort of thing?”

“I’d like to. But you’re more of the expert on falling in love than I am,” you said.

“Maybe it’s not first sight but within a few days, a week, yeah I knew I was in love,” he said.

“Well if that happens again let me know and I’ll make sure this chick is good for you,” you said.

“I didn’t know my nanny came with bodyguard services,” he chuckled.

“That was under special skills on my resume,” you said as you headed over to the door to the balcony. “You should wash up. Don’t want to be late.”

“No I better not be,” he said. He turned to head upstairs, pausing on the first step. “You know, no one’s an expert at falling in love. Even those of us who were once married.”

“Oh don’t be a hopeless romantic for me getting my shit together too. We’ll be here for years,” you laughed.

“Just sayin’...maybe we’ll both find somebody. Not that we need anyone to be happy but...you know what I mean,” he said.

“Men don’t really talk about love like that you know.”

“I do,” he said. You smiled and he returned it.

“That’s why all the good men get taken early, the ones that talk like that,” you said.

“I was older than you when I got married. Maybe I’ll get married again someday. We’re out there. I promise.”

“Go shower,” you said, waving him off. You slipped outside, closing the door behind you. You leaned over the railing with your mug and let out a sigh. “You have to a be a fucking hopeless romantic too don’t you. Fucking perfect at everything.”

You lowered your head and took a deep breath.

“It’s a crush, it’s a crush,” you said, closing your eyes. “Just a crush. He’s your boss and a widow and he bought a birthday cake for me.”

You opened your eyes and glanced into the mug, taking another deep breath.

“He’s just nice. That’s it. Even if he’s…” you trailed off. You took a long sip of the hot liquid, not caring you were burning your tongue. Jensen was simply a nice person and that was that. You had a crush on the attractive single dad you were nannying for. There was nothing wrong with that and you knew for a fact it’d be gone by the end of the week tops.

“Ow,” you groaned a few days later. You opened your eyes and heard a knock at the door to your suite. “Yeah?”

“You okay in there? I thought I heard a crash,” said Jensen.

“I’m fine,” you said, sitting up with a grunt, leaning back against your bed. “Shit.”

“Y/N, are you sure you’re alright?” he asked again.

“No,” you said with a sigh. “The door’s open.”

You peaked through your open door down the hall, Jensen opening the one to the suite and offering a friendly smile. You nodded and he walked inside, frowning at your cut up knee.

“I got blood on the rug,” you said. “Do we have bleach?”

“I thought we agreed earlier this week a rug is just a rug,” he said, squatting down and looking at your knee. He looked up and saw your overturned garbage can in your closet where you’d been trying to reorganize a few clothes. “Next time use the step stool in the garage?”

“Yeah,” you said, your face hot. “I’m fine really. Just want to clean up the blood before it sets in.”

“It’s a few drops,” he said, helping you stand with a wince. “You got any first aid stuff?”

“Yeah,” you said, Jensen crossing his arms. “No.”

“Come on,” he said, putting his hands on your shoulders and walking you down the hall. “Scraped up knees are my specialty.”

“Jensen,” you said, stopping at the kitchenette island and bending your leg a few times.

“I’ll be right back,” he said. He left and you hopped over to the couch, stretching your leg out. The bleeding had stopped, just a thin cut on your knee cap where you’d hit it, but you knew you were in for a nasty bruise. He returned with a bottle and cotton ball in one hand, a bandage and ice pack in the other.

“Sorry,” you said, Jensen setting the items down on the coffee table.

“Why would you apologize for getting hurt?” he said.

“I should have my own first aid supplies,” you said.

“Ah. So you’re as stubborn as I am when you’re not feeling great,” he said. You looked down at your lap and took a deep breath.

“Am I fired?” you asked.

“No? Why the fuck would I fire you?” he said.

“I don’t know,” you said, picking up the bottle of rubbing alcohol.

“Have you been fired for getting hurt before?” he asked, watching you hold the cotton ball against the open bottle top and tip it over, soaking the liquid in. You pretended to not hear him and put the bottle back, wiping the ball over the cut, a deep red mark already on your skin. “Y/N.”

“Yes, I have,” you said. You set the ball on the table and picked up the bandage, trying to angle it over your knee. He rolled his eyes and took it out of your hand, bending down and turning it around, pressing it gently over your skin.

“I’m pretty sure that’s illegal,” he said as he looked up at you.

“Do I look like I have an HR department I can go to? They were dicks anyways,” you said.

“If you’re ever hurt, big or small, just tell me,” he said. He rested the ice pack over your knee and you sat back, throwing it up on the couch for you to lay there. “Promise I won’t fire you for it.”

“Well if I can’t do my job I’m not much use to you,” you said.

“Are all wealthy people assholes that act like that?” he asked. You shook your head and smiled. “Good.”

“I’ve nannied for eight different families, nine counting yours. Some were very good people,” you said.

“But you were just the help to them, even the good ones,” he said.

“I am the help. That’s the whole point of me being there,” you said.

“Do me a favor? Don’t assume just because you’re someone’s employee that they think of you as just the help,” he said, picking up the first aid supplies.

“Sorry.”

“Why do you apologize for…” he said, muttering to himself as you looked down. “If I ever make you feel like that, smack me in the head, alright?”

“Alright,” you said quietly. He nodded and left with the items, returning a moment later with some cleaning spray, ducking into your room for only a moment before exiting.

“It’s all clean,” he said. He lingered at the door and put a hand on it. “Leave that ice pack on for fifteen minutes and pop it back in the freezer. Put it back on for a bit before bed.”

“Thanks,” you said.

“It’s no problem,” he said. He still lingered and you took a deep breath.

“You should call someone, talk to them,” you said. He looked over his shoulder and you smiled. “You seem like you want to talk to somebody tonight is all.”

“I think I’m gonna go for a drive, maybe stop at a friend’s. The kids are all in bed,” he said. “If that’s cool.”

“Yeah go take a second for yourself,” you said. “I got everything here.”

“Thanks,” he said. “Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Night, Jensen.”

One Week Later

“Y/N,” said Jensen as you washed your car in the driveway on a Saturday morning. You dropped the soapy sponge in the bucket and straightened yourself out. “Got plans today?”

“Uh, I was gonna run to the grocery store in a minute but other than that, no. Need me to watch the kids?”

“No. We were going out to lunch and then going to a little car show was all and we were wondering if you’d like to join us. Totally up to you. My treat.”

“You don’t want me to watch the kids?” you asked. He laughed and crossed his arms at you. “I’m confused.”

“Do you want to hang out with us today? For fun?” he asked.

“Oh,” you said. “That’s okay. You enjoy your time with the kids.”

“How do I make this clearer,” he said, walking over to you and looking down. “I want you to come with us, as a friend, to do something fun, like friends do. This is not work. Come if you want to.”

“You sure you want me to come?” you asked. He rolled his eyes and plopped his baseball cap on your head as he walked away.

“Yes. And wear sunscreen,” he said. “We’re leaving at eleven thirty.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll see you guys then.”

“There’s something about a burger that’s been cooked in a greasy pop up kitchen that just adds to the flavor,” you said as you took a bite of your cheese burger at the car show.

“It’s probably the grease,” he said, walking one hand on his burger, the other holding Arrow’s hand. She wiped her own little hand on his leg and he sighed as he looked down. “Arrow. I got napkins in my pocket.”

“Oh,” she said, wiping her face against him.

“No one mentions this part,” he chuckled. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulders once he was done with his food, humming as he pushed the stroller with a sleeping Zeppelin inside.

“Dad, I gotta go to the bathroom,” said JJ.

“I’ll take her and we can catch up with you guys?” you said. He mouthed a thank you to you as you headed over to the women’s room. You used the bathroom as well, finishing before her and waiting outside for her. “All set?”

“Yeah. Can we get fried dough?” she asked.

“Sure,” you said. You let her lead the way in line and got a plate for the two of you, taking a seat at a picnic table so she could dig in. “Taste yummy?”

“Oh yeah,” she said. “Dad likes fried dough a lot too.”

“Everybody does,” you said, taking a piece off the corner.

“Y/N, you don’t have a mom either right?” she said. “That’s what dad said.”

“Well that’s a funny question. I got a mom and so do you. They just aren’t around anymore is all,” you said. “What’s up?”

“I’m happy you stay with us I guess is all. I know you’re not mom and you work for dad but you kinda are and I like it when dad’s happy again,” she said.

“Me too. You doing okay, kiddo?” you asked. “It’s okay if you still miss your mom.”

“I do but I’m not sad anymore. Dad says when I get real old I can see her again so that’s cool,” she said, taking a big bite.

“It definitely is cool,” you said. “Maybe our mom’s are hanging out right now.”

“You think so?” she asked.

“Maybe. I bet they get up to some fun stuff up there,” you said.

“Me too,” she said. “Dad’s really happy you came with us. He’s been cranky lately.”

“Your dad’s gonna be just fine,” you said as she finished off her food. “So do you like having a nanny? I know that’s kinda new and funny, huh.”

“Yeah but I really like you being home. Dad gets flustered sometimes.”

“Flustered?” you asked with a little laugh.

“He works on a lot of stuff and he didn’t pick me up on time from school and stuff a few weeks ago. Too many chickens in a basket,” she said.

“Too many eggs in one basket,” you said.

“Isn’t an egg gonna be a chicken though?”

“I...never thought of it that way,” you said. You nearly jumped when you felt some hands on your shoulders but JJ was smiling as Arrow climbed up next to you.

“Ah. I see you ladies found the fried dough. Twins you want some?” asked Jensen.

“Yes please,” they said and he chuckled as he went off to buy some more.

“Look at her,” said Jensen twenty minutes later, pausing at a deep blue Impala, the twins both conked out in their stroller.

“Isn’t that the same car you have?” you asked, lifting up the brim of your baseball cap to get a better look.

“Mine’s a 67. That’s a 63. I love that color though,” he said. “Blue’s my favorite but it looks good on that car.”

“I think it looks good in black,” you said, walking again when you saw JJ a few cars ahead of the two of you. “Where’d you get your car?”

“Work,” he said with a quick smile, hiding behind his sunglasses and hat.

“Aren’t you an actor?” you asked.

“You have very obviously never seen an episode of my show,” he chuckled. “Which is totally cool by the way. I drove that car in the show for well over a decade. She’s one of my true loves.”

“Ah, gotcha,” you said. “So you’re a car guy.”

“Kinda. I don’t know everything but I enjoy them. What about you, you like-JJ! Stay closer,” he called out when she kept walking ahead. “So do you like cars?”

“I guess so. This is kinda neat, walking around and looking at the old ones. They had more style back then,” you said, walking past a pair of guys your age, one of them looking you up and down as you went by. “Did that guy-”

“Yup,” he said, glancing back over his shoulder, throwing his arm over yours for a few moments. “Looks like he got the message.”

“Jensen,” you laughed. “I wasn’t offended. It’s not like he was gonna come up and ask for my number.”

“I don’t like the look of him,” he said.

“Neither did I,” you chuckled, Jensen dropping his arm from around you. “You’re that guy friend girls have that will do shit like pretend to be a boyfriend and all that stuff, aren’t you.”

“At your service,” he said with a mini curtesy. You giggled and he straightened up, JJ rushing over.

“Dad can I get an ice cream?” she asked.

“How about some apple slices,” he said, reaching under the stroller and grabbing a cooler. He pulled out a little baggie and handed it to her, JJ shrugging and walking ahead of the stroller again. “Shit, that probably means I can’t get ice cream now too.”

“We can always get some on the way home for later,” you said. “I won’t tell on you.”

“I’m putting this on your performance review,” he said. You shot him a side glance and he smirked. “I’m joking. I don’t want to do that as much as you don’t.”

“Thank you for that,” you said, stopping and looking at a red challenger for a moment.

“You like that one?” he asked.

“It’s nice,” you said before you started walking again. You fixed your hat and caught back up with him, Jensen slowing down as JJ took her time ahead of you. “So I should probably know this but what show were you in where you were driving around a muscle car?”

“You really haven’t looked me up online yet?” he chuckled. You shrugged and he laughed to himself.

“I may have peeked at your IMDB page but that was it. Was it that show you were on a long time? Super something?”

“Supernatural,” he said, a big smile on his face. “Yeah, I drove it for that.”

“Oh yeah, that was the really scary show, wasn’t it,” you said.

“You’re too sweet,” he said, chuckling to himself. “It’s not that scary. I promise. Give it a try sometime. You might like it.”

“I’m sure someday I will. If I’m brave enough.”

“I think you are,” he said, JJ running up ahead again before he called for her to hang back. He sighed and threw his head back. “It never ends, does it?”

“I’m sure someday when she’s older you won’t have to worry so much.”

“I’m gonna worry about that kid when she’s forty years old,” he said.

“That’s cause you’re a good dad,” you said.

“You haven’t known me that long,” he said.

“Do you love her? Worry about her?” you asked and he nodded. “Well any dad that does that and tells his kid that someday they’ll get to see their mom again to help her grieve when he well and truly doesn’t know the answer to that...you get the picture Ackles?”

“I could be better,” he said.

“Everyone could be better. They don’t need the best dad ever. They just need the best dad for them and you seem like you’re doing a good job of that from what I’ve seen so far,” you said. “You’re gonna screw up but so does everyone. Try to just enjoy it and not be too hard on yourself.”

“You’ve spent a lot of time with kids haven’t you,” he said.

“I’ve been in the mom role more than once as a nanny,” you said. You kicked at the dirt and shrugged. “It’s how I know the difference Jensen. You don’t need me or want me to be their mother. You just need help sometimes. That’s an important difference. Asking for help, especially when you don’t want it but need it, that’s a good dad move.”

He was quiet as he walked, stopping at a yellow mustang. He stared for a moment and swallowed.

“Thanks, Y/N. That means a lot. Really.”

“Come on dad,” you said, walking away and up towards where JJ was. “Let’s go see if we can find one this one’s gonna be asking for on her sixteenth birthday.”

“Those three are finally down and out for the count,” said Jensen as he walked downstairs to catch you in the kitchen wiping up the pan from dinner. “Thanks for eating with us tonight.”

“Thanks for inviting me,” you said, putting the pan away. He looked out the back window and bit his bottom lip. “Everything alright?”

“You’re not like, hanging out with us cause you think you have to right?” he asked.

“Trust me. If I didn’t want to, I’d be down in my room,” you said. “Besides, I’ve thought about it and you know what, why don’t you set me up with that friend of yours.”

“Really?” he asked, a little alarmed.

“Why not? The age thing doesn’t bother me at all. Unless you think it’d be a problem for him?”

“No, he doesn’t really care about that sort of thing. I think he’d prefer it’s just someone he clicked with, had a connection, you know?” he said.

“Perfect. Why don’t you set us up for next Saturday night then?” you asked.

“I need you to watch the kids next Saturday night. I have-”

“The gala. Sorry, I forgot. Um, just, I’m free whenever. You know my schedule so you can set something up and just let me know?” you said. He smiled and nodded. As you were starting to leave he grunted. “Yeah?”

“I have some friends coming over for a drink in a bit. Small backyard fire. Whiskey and smores. You’re welcome to join.”

“Jensen. You’re not asking because you feel like you have to right?”

“No, not at all. I like hanging out with you. I’m sure whatever you’re binging on TV will be there if we bore you too much,” he said.

“Alright. I’ll be out in half an hour or so. Just wanted to freshen up from the show earlier,” you said. You ducked back to your room, taking a quick shower and changing into some leggings and a flannel. By the time you were out you could hear a slight mumbling and walked downstairs, catching Jensen with some guys on the patio pouring some drinks.

“Hey,” said Jensen when you stepped out of the slider door. “Guys this is Y/N.”

“Ah we get to meet the world’s best nanny,” said the tallest one. “I’m Jared.”

“Rich.”

“Rob.”

“Hi!” said a redhead that slipped out of the door behind you. “I’m Ruth.”

“Y/N. Your hair is kinda amazing by the way,” you said.

“This is what happens when you invite the girls,” said Rich.

“Normally we just talk about Jared’s hair,” chuckled Jensen. You grabbed a chair and helped gather up some snacks to bring over to his firepit, Ruth hanging back to help you.

“Jensen said you live here with him and the munchkins?”

“Yeah. He works so much it makes things easier on him. Are you an actress?” you asked.

“We all are. Only Jared lives close by. The rest of us haven’t been down here since…” she said and you nodded. “I really am happy you’re here. It’s nice to see a smile on our boys face again.”

“He’s a great boss. He’s very kind. We’re becoming friends,” you said. “He’s trying to set me up with his friend actually.”

“Oh which one?”

“Dunno. He just said he’s 42, an actor and is single. Age stuff doesn’t bother me.”

“Rob is a bit older than myself. It really doesn’t matter in the slightest, especially when you’re a little older,” she said. “Jensen says you’re great with the kids.”

“They’re pretty easy going. Normally the parents are the hard part of my job but he’s been great. He really loves his kids,” you said.

“Yes he certainly does,” she said.

By the end of the night you found yourself really enjoying Jensen’s friends. It was clear they cared for him at more than a surface level, especially Jared. You’d heard Jensen speak to him on the phone a few times and call him his brother but it really was apparent they had a special bond that went beyond a typical friendship.

“I’ll catch you guys for brunch before you head home,” said Jensen, waving night to them all as you helped pick up. You were just about finished and heading back for your room when Jensen caught you in the kitchen. “You have fun tonight?”

“Yeah. Your friends are great,” you said, a small pair of footsteps coming down the stairs. You both turned and saw Zeppelin there with tears in his eyes.

“What’s wrong, honey?” asked Jensen as he walked over and squatted down.

“I had a bad dream and I want mommy but she’s gone,” he whined. Jensen instantly scooped him up and held onto him tight, kissing his head. “I want mommy.”

“I want mommy too, baby,” said Jensen quietly. You mouthed go and he nodded, taking Zeppelin upstairs while you finished cleaning up.

You got up early the next morning and made a big batch of chocolate chip pancakes, plenty leftover for breakfast the next morning. Jensen padded over from the hall where you knew the home gym was, sweaty and tired but a smile came onto his face when he saw you.

“What’s all this,” he asked, getting a bottle of water from the fridge.

“Chocolate chip pancakes make everything better,” you said. He put a few on a plate for himself and sat down at the counter as you made up some more, stealing a few for yourself.

“These are delicious,” he said. You stored away some for when the kids got up, making up your own plate before you dug in. “Sorry about last night. I feel like I ruined the fun.”

“Not at all. He’s a toddler. I literally can’t imagine being in your position. I’d have fallen apart instantly,” you said.

“No you wouldn’t. You care about those kids,” he said. “You push on for them.”

“I know it’s not really my place to say so but-”

“Y/N. I’d prefer if you just talk to me like a friend, really,” he said.

“You made it sound like you were ready to try dating again. Last night you seemed kind of...maybe not so ready.”

“I’m ready. I will always miss her. I’ll always love her. But that doesn’t mean I can’t love anyone else ever again like that too, you know? I don’t believe there is a limit on how much love a person can give,” he said.

“Your wife was a very lucky woman,” you said.

“I was lucky. She was patient with me,” he chuckled. “You guys would have gotten along really well.”

“Can I offer a bit of advice?” you asked.

“What’s that?”

“Keep telling your kids about her, all throughout their lives. They’ll still get to know her that way, you know?” you said. “Tell your future girlfriend too. That’s how you’ll know if they’re a good one for you.”

“Why do you say that?” he asked.

“You’re a kind soul. I would expect your partner would be as well,” you said.

“I hope so. Mine kinda has a permanent handle with care warning label on it,” he chuckled.

“I don’t think so. Just need somebody that understands, not try to fix you. There’s nothing wrong with you in the first place,” you said, taking a bite of your pancake.

“Thanks, kiddo,” he said.

“You’re not that much older, bucko,” you chuckled.

“Nah, I’m keeping kiddo,” he laughed. “You good to watch the kids for a few hours around eleven?”

“Sounds good. Go have a mimosa with your friends for me,” you said.

“Will do, Y/N. Will do.”

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