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sukunasdirtylaugh · 5 months

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tags: ghost!gojo x f!reader, mentions of death, manga spoilers, mentions of character death(s), mentions of sick parents, reader being nurturing, satoru being intruiged by reader, reader talking to herself even though she knows she's being listened to, slight fluff at the end, gojo feeling some type of way word count: 2.2k a/n: someone help me name this series. this is the quickest time I've written a pt. 2 after a part 1. also, shout out to mitski's my love mine all mine for the extra kick to finish the end. I was supposed to sleep 2 hrs ago, so here's the unedited chapter. here is part 1. some inspiration to the gojo clan home: photo 1,

5 months into your arrival as his nephew's tutor, satoru thinks you've finally accepted his presence, yet he never plans to outwardly reach out to you because what if you told his family in the estate?

he should feel relieved over this, but bringing his clan in this issue would surely bring more problems than he'd like to admit. if he were 'dead' now, imagine what his clan would do once he really died?

shortly before finishing his fight with kenjaku, satoru was blindly cursed. "I may not be able to bring the strongest with me, but I will curse you, satoru gojo," the words still echo in the back of his head.

"your spirit will remain the same, your being remains, but you will be here no more, in the presence for others to see. you shall remain invisible, a ghost to all, and you'll be lucky to be noticed by anyone who does not already know your inherit value as a sorcerer. known by all, but never remembered."

satoru thinks back to that fateful day, ending the life of a stranger inside the body of his best friend, the epitome of his youth, hopes, and aspirations. satoru remembers the look on his student's faces, blank disappointment. either at him or themselves, but he knows it's geared towards him. shoko's knuckles barely turn white as her lips press into a tight line, while yuuji chokes on air as he's on his knees, other students at his side, attempting to console him while megumi lays unconscious several feet away. he turns out okay in the end, with a minor concussion and a few injuries he'd like to thank shoko for fixing up, the boy lives.

and on that day, gojo satoru died from the face of the earth.

he doesn't know how or why he ended up in his estate. a large, but quaint home with endless scenery and a garden right out of a movie. the house still holds traditional japanese elements, but the peony shrubs his mother had planted stick out like a sore thumb.

just like her.

young, beautiful, and once full of life. hopeful to marry into a family that would one day accept her albeit she was a foreigner, marrying a man whom she thought was serious and sophisticated enough to handle marriage.

but oh how foolish we are to assume the best in others when it comes to matters of the heart.

when he was alive, satoru would regularly check in with the old nanny, ensuring that the shrubs were trimmed and water just right. he knew just how much those flowers meant to his mother. a pretty housewife who no matter what she did was never enough to impress the clan.

until satoru was born. her pride and joy, holding no mind to the comments of his white hair and how he held ancestral resemblance to an ancient sorcerer from within the clan. all his mother knew was that she was head over heels in love with the peaceful human she was able to carry for nine months. no concern for the future, only hope that his son would see and be treated with the humanness he deserved to have. but oh how fate twists. one thing leads to another and his mother now requires a blanket everywhere she goes. she still hangs out in the gardens, spending what time she can with her son who is now 5, nearly 6. and then she's bed bound, finding solace in the brush stokes against the canvas and the warmth of her son.

sometimes, satoru carries the bitter reminder yet anger towards his father. he never saw them happy, only formal and curt, almost as if being together was a chore for him, and his mother's smile would falter when he would avoid a hug from her. the smell of cheap vanilla perfume stained his coat, hanging by his arm, and satoru's mother would simply look towards the ground. almost in shame.

he never loved his mother, satoru then realized as an adult. not even bring her up in the lonely nights, reminisce her life, what they shared, it was as if she was a long-forgotten chapter in his life.

you arrive in august, cheerful and kind. he thinks you won't last long because his family demands unreasonably long hours and surely your boyfriend back home would not approve, but he was surprised, 3 months in your stay that you continued to tutor his nephew. you seemed much more genuine than any other temporary nanny he had when he was a kid, satoru thinks, but then again he and hotaru are completely different in terms of cursed energy.

when november is nearing it's end, you decide to stay a few extra minutes in the garden. hotaru has now joined his family for dinner, and he watches the estate nanny walk towards you and hand you a mug. he can't quite hear what you're both saying since the leaves rustle a little too loudly for his liking, but he notices the 'oh' you make is serious, followed by a nervous chuckle after the nanny had said something.

satoru wonders what you must have said as the nanny suddenly rises from the garden stone bench, looking at his direction as he leans against a tree. she tells you something before departing, and you sigh moments later.

"I can feel you're around, you've been watching us for some time, and I know it." you speak almost so knowingly that it makes satoru swallow the lump at the back of his throat, but the feeling quickly dissipates as soon as the white housecat, mochi, startles you.

you leave shortly after.

12 days of your normal routine pass when satoru notices something is wrong. hotaru doesn't eat as much and at night, he calls for you. "you'll spoil him if you keep letting him be around that commoner," a distant aunt of satoru, one who he wasn't particularly fond of sneers at the nanny, "now he's calling her before bedtime,"

"he's 5," the nanny says, almost defensively. if anyone were to speak to his aunt like that then the staff would have surely been fired, but after working in the estate for nearly 30 years, satoru's father would have prohibited the dismissal of a staff member with this much seniority over something like this. "his mother is ill, and the boy's tutor has been his only maternal rock at this point. he doesn't open up to anyone but her, so we would be doing the nephew of gojo satoru a disservice by treating his nephew the way you treat him." satoru watched at how furiously the woman's brows furrowed then softened, speechless and at a loss for words before she gives up and leaves.

within an hour, you are quick to make it to the estate with a much more informal set of clothes. a pair of joggers and loungewear ideal for the nearing winter. it is past 10 when you hold the boy in his arms, talk to him about his problems, make a pinky promise (not just any promise) with him, and read him a bedtime story you had so thoughtfully decided to bring in your bag.

within minutes, the boy instantly falls asleep tucked to your side and the look you hold in your face makes satoru stare in admiration as he sits from one of the rocking chairs across the room. gently placing the book down, you kiss hotaru's forehead. "I'll see you on thursday," you promise the sleeping child before heading outside where hatoru's nanny greets you. she bows her head momentarily.

"we cannot thank you enough for your work, miss." she says, hands formally clasped together at her front. "we have made sleeping arrangements for you to stay the night. we insist, as a commute back home at this hour is late," she adds, "we have set up nightwear and can even prepare dinner for you miss."

"thank you," you say simply, politely, "I... I really don't mean to intrude nor cause any-"

"oh you could never," the woman says, "please, allow us to be your host for the night. and do not worry about waking up at an hour in fear of inconveniencing us. we have multiple guest bedrooms and would be honored to let you stay."

satoru notices the expression in your face soften as he knows that you can't possibly say no know, so you accept. choosing to spend the night. the staff set you up in a nice, private room with your own exit to the gardens. and the estate chef sends you his best soup and side dishes to fill your stomach on this cold night.

"you clearly don't have to worry about anything in here," you speak lowly but loudly enough for satoru to hear. you sit and lean against your slide shift door, facing the garden as satoru sits on the wooden surface of the 'sidewalk' (referenced in photo one). and he nearly wants to laugh at your comment, swaying his feet that he almost kicks some of the pebbled stones.

"but... hotaru still worries," you definitely have his attention now as you sigh softly, troubled, not knowing the spirit of hotaru's uncle listens to you.

"sometimes... I don't know what to do. sometimes... I feel like I can cross a boundary, but I'm an employee at the end of the day. how can I act as his therapist without... being this motherly to him?"

there was clearly a problem that satoru didn't know the answer to, but he sympathized with you trying to take on as many roles as you possibly could. he knew how complicated his family clan was. how you would always and forever walk on eggshells around them and no matter what you accomplished, it was never enough.

"I try, I really do..." your murmur to yourself, and a long silence passes as you sit in the quietness of the room. "I..." you chuckled, "I'm sorry, I can't believe I'm doing this- talking to myself, hoping something or some spirit is listening when in reality I'm just speaking to myself like a complete fool, or a japanese spirit is here right now truly mind boggled as a girl speaks in english," you stand to your feet and chuckle, heading to your bed. as satoru hears yourself bickering, the corner if his lip tugs ever so slightly upwards.

he wants to say something. thinks about what the possibility of you talking with him would be like. and as you're making your way to the bed, you still go off on a tangent.

"...no, I bet they do understand me." you argue with yourself, lecturing as if you had your own personal podcast, "if feelings are universal, so are energies and vibrations... meaning one of two things." now you're walking back and forth, concentrated on your own footsteps. satoru wants to chuckle, scare you off even, but this entertainment was the best thing he's had since he could remember. so he decided to wait this one out.

"1- the spirits must think I'm an idiot, I mean I already look like one here, but... 2, they can sense my energy." satoru feels his figurative heart drop to his stomach when you instantly look in his direction, did you know he was here all along? he thinks for a split moment, your eyes sharp with knowing.

you shudder, as your hairs stand on the sides of your arms. not unpleasantly, but enough to know some energy besides your own was here. after a short consideration, you speak.

"move a pebble if you're here," your eyes don't leave his direction, and satoru sits motionless, almost afraid you could see the real him, break all notions of metaphysical theories and curses, and then, you walk towards him; sitting criss cross applesauce.

"I know you're here," softly, you whisper, and satoru can see how you're cold, hugging your frame as your jaw slightly tenses. "I just don't know if you choose to ignore my attempts because you want to or because you genuinely can't communicate," your energy warms him, he doesn't know how else to describe it as you lean closer and closer. he thinks that if he were still alive, then you'd probably make fun of his faltered composure.

I don't know how, he wants to say, but deep down, if he wanted to try he could. he just didn't have the guts to do it.

a long minute passes, you wait patiently before you sigh, but not in defeat. "but either way, I'll be here. and your nephew will be okay. I don't know if that's the reason why you're here, but..." you trail, eyes fixated on the garden as your brows furrow and unfurrow, "...he's going to be okay." shortly after, you stand up, closing the conversation, and satoru senses he shouldn't be here anymore as you make your way to the bed. taking his cue, he leaves with a fuzzy feeling in his chest, remembering your words that oddly felt like a promise. one he hasn't been made to in forever.

he could learn to trust you.

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 10 months

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If I Love You Too (Part 2)

Summary: As Jensen struggles to juggle solo parenting, Y/N becomes a safe place for him so he can be more present for his children. The more time he spends with her though, the more he has to deal with if he can or even should love again...

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Pairing: Jenssen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 7,200ish

Warnings: language, angst, death of a spouse, lying, mentions of injury/death of a spouse/death of a parent, internal turmoil

A/N: Please enjoy all the torture I put poor Jensen through in this one!

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“Hey, Jensen,” said Y/N the next day when she came back with her things to move in. I popped my head up from waxing Baby in the garage, Y/N giving me a smile.

“Hey. I got your house keys, credit card, garage door opener and sensor for the gate all set in your room,” I said.

“Thanks,” she said, opening the backseat of her car and pulling out a duffel. “Cool car.”

“Yes she is. Do you need help moving anything?” I asked. She shook her head and put the duffel over her shoulder, taking out a large suitcase and backpack before shutting the door. “If you need to make more trips you’re more than welcome to borrow the SUV.”

“Oh this is it,” she said with a smile, walking past and for the the garage door. She must have caught my face before I could make it blank, a little smirk appearing on hers. “I travel light.”

“Alright. If you need help with anything-”

“I got it Jensen,” she said. “But thanks. I’m just going to try and familiarize myself with everything today so I’m ready to go in the morning.”

“But you don’t-”

“You said you’re an actor?” she asked. I nodded and she adjusted the bag on her shoulder. “Do you wait until you show up on set to read a script or do you do that before hand?”

“Fair point,” I said. She headed inside and I went back to Baby, JJ coming a short while later looking for her chalk bucket.

“Dad,” she said, bucket in hand as I finished up on the hood. “Will you play with us?”

“As soon as I’m done with chores,” I said, tossing the rag in the bucket and placing the bottle back in the cupboard on the top shelf. She picked up the half full jug of wiper fluid and I quickly snatched it out of her hand. “JJ. You are not supposed to touch anything in this cabinet and you know that. It’s dangerous.”

“I just wanna help you,” she said.

“I don’t need any help.”

“I wish you died instead of mom,” she said. She took off out to the driveway, Y/N walking back out to the garage at that exact moment.

“Jensen she didn’t mean that,” said Y/N as I put the jug away and grabbed a pair of work gloves from the bench. “You know how kids are.”

“They’d be better off with her than me. I know that’s true,” I said. I put on the gloves, Y/N walking around the car over to me. “Do you need something?”

“Why don’t I take the kids to the park for an hour? I’ll watch them. You take care of you, okay?”

“She’s seven. I know she didn’t mean it like that.”

“Yeah but dad needs to get his shit together after a comment like that. I’ve been in her shoes and believe me, all she wants is the parent she has left to be there. That’s all she wants.”

“I thought your dad…” I trailed off. She looked away and I nodded. “I’ll take the kids. I can ask the lawn service people to add a few things to their list.”

“What chores did you have left?” she asked.

“Y/N, you start work tomorrow.”

“Jensen. What’s my job?”

“Take care of the kids.”

“Exactly. Me helping you going to play with your children, especially when one of them is upset right now, is my job. That takes care of them. Now what chores did you need to get done?”

“Water the outside bushes and plants. Prep lunches for school and daycare, snacks for the week.”

“Well I will handle the meal prep tomorrow morning. Point me in the direction of the hose and then I want to see your four tushes out of this house and coming back in a little while with smiles. Okay?”

“I’m gonna pay you for today,” I said.

“Alright. Now go,” she said.

“I owe you one.”

“Shoo Jensen,” she said. I took off the gloves and held up my hands. Fifteen minutes later the twins were rushing over to the playground to play with a friend from daycare that just so happened to be there and I was unfolding the blanket on the grass. “Do you want to play with me honey?” I asked. JJ stood there grumpily, shaking her head. “Why not?”

“You don’t want to play with me,” she said. She sat down and put her back to me, staring at the playground. I leaned over and picked her up, falling back on the ground and holding her up above me.

“We can play-” I said before she squirmed and I dropped her. Straight onto my hip. I bit back every word threatening to slip out, JJ kneeling beside me as my face scrunched up.

“Dad?” she asked.

“I’m okay,” I breathed out. I forced myself to sit up, JJ hugging me tightly.

“I’m sorry. I hurt your hip.”

“It’s alright. We have to be careful of it still is all,” I said, the pain fading away quickly. She still clung to me and I pulled her into my lap, kissing her temple. A woman walking by gave me a weird look and paused. “What’s your problem?”

She scoffed and took off, JJ quiet for a few minutes.

“Dad. There’s a police officer with that lady,” she said. I looked back over my shoulder, spotting a cop walk over to us.

“Afternoon,” he said.

“Hello,” I said, standing up, JJ tucking in close to my side. “Is there a problem?”

“Is this your daughter?” he asked. I glanced at the woman back on the path and gave her a glare. “Sir.”

“Yes I’m her father,” I sighed. “Those two twins over on the playground are mine too.”

“Do you have a photo sir?” he asked. I reached behind myself and got out my wallet, pulling out a picture and holding it out. “Is this the children’s mother?”

“Yes.”

“Dad what’s going on?” asked JJ.

“A misunderstanding, honey,” I said. “Go play on the swings. I’ll be over in just a second.”

“Is this your father?” he asked her. She scowled and stepped in front of me. He knelt down and smiled. “What’s your name sweetie?”

“JJ. I want to go play with my dad.”

“I know. I just have to make sure kids like you are safe. It’s part of my job.”

“You suck at your job,” she said.

“JJ. Apologize,” I said.

“He’s being mean!”

“He’s doing his job. Apologize,” I said. She mumbled a sorry, the officer nodding as he stood up.

“You can go play now JJ,” said the officer. She grumbled and went over to the swings when I waved her, the officer nodding. “You were seen hugging a small child. This was a welfare check on the child is all.”

“Am I free to go?” I sighed.

“Sorry for the inconvenience sir,” he said.

“You know single fathers exist,” I said to the woman. The cop spun around and narrowed his eyes.

“You said the children’s mother was in the photo.”

“Yes she is. That photo is the last one I have of us all before she was killed in a car accident last year. Ackles. I’m sure you can look up the accident report,” I said.

“Have a good day sir,” he said. I turned around and ran my hands over my face, JJ suddenly at my side and hugging me again, two smaller pairs of arms joining her. I looked down, all three of them there and hugging my legs.

I took a deep breath. I was okay. I was okay.

“Come on. Let’s go have some fun on the swings.”

“Jesus,” I said, jumping up from my chair on the balcony that night. I walked over to the edge and looked down, Jared mid swing of another bean bag being tossed up there. “Calm down. I surrender.”

“Answer your fucking phone,” he said. I rolled my eyes and I got smacked in the face with a bag.

“Jared! I’ll call your mom!” I shouted.

“You deserved that. I heard you had a run in with a cop earlier.”

“TMZ tell you that?”

“No. Our friend. Our friend who found out someone in his department was looking up Dee’s accident report. He found out what happened at the park and now I know and you’re being an asshole hiding away up there ignoring my texts.”

“How am I an asshole? It was no big deal. You’re the one breaking into people’s garages and smacking them in the face with their kid’s toys.”

“Because you promised me yesterday, asshole, you weren’t going to lie to me again. It wasn’t no big deal. You’re upset. I’m upset for you! Worst thing is it’ll probably happen again. I just…”

“The cop was doing his job. I just need to spend more time with the kids. Not doing chores or crap for them but being with them. Playing with them. It’s fucking getting to JJ and that kid tears my heart apart more and more every time I see her hurting like that. She grew up too fucking fast and the twins...they might not even remember their mom.”

“Jensen.”

“The things I say and do…they are children. They should never have to hear me say I don’t need help or think I’m too busy to play with them.”

“But you have been too busy and you do play with them. And you got help. She’s inside right now. Tomorrow you start fresh. You have help. You can be more of dad again instead of mom and dad. They’re tough kids. Don’t worry so much.”

“I know,” I said. I leaned against the railing and sighed.

“Want me to come up?” he asked.

“I need to try and sleep. Y/N’s probably going to get an early start and have questions in the morning.”

“Okay. Call if you need something.”

“Night,” I said.

“Night,” he waved and I headed back inside. It was close to midnight as I locked up, checking the doors and alarm system one more time. The lights looked to be off in Y/N’s room but that was expected. I skirted upstairs quietly, checking everyone’s room, pausing at Arrow’s when she made a whimper. It was probably a nightmare. Thankfully they didn’t seem to bother her as much as Zeppelin and JJ.

I pulled her door shut and went down to my room, closing the door softly, grabbing Danneel’s hoodie and putting it on before crawling under the covers in a pair of boxer briefs. I tugged up the hood and pulled the covers up, rolling into the middle of the bed.

“Please let tomorrow be better. Please.”

“Good morning,” said Y/N, already drinking a cup of coffee and dressed in a pair of jeans and a plain maroon v neck when I walked downstairs. I yawned, no idea how she was already so together at six in the morning.

“Morning,” I mumbled. She had her hair up in a cute messy bun and I looked down at myself. Hair a hot mess and only in a pair of black boxer briefs. “I should probably put on some clothes.”

“This is your house. Wear whatever you normally would. Pretend I’m invisible,” she said. She poured me a cup of coffee into a mug, handing it over with a smile.

“Sounds like you worked for some real assholes,” I said, taking the cup. “As long as it doesn’t bother you, me walking around in my undies.”

“No, not at all,” she said with a little smile. I could have sworn for a second she looked me up and down but that was wishful thinking on my part. I wasn’t in shape like Jared and never would be was but I was fairly decent for being almost 43 years old I liked to think. Still, a very recently thirty year old was probably not thinking someone in their forties was the epitome of hotness.

Epitome of hotness. Fucking hell. This is fucking worse than when I started falling in love with Dee and that was at least mutual.

“Would you like me to drop the kids off at school and daycare this morning?”

“Sure,” I said, popping my head up and away from what constituted as attractive to thirty year old women these days. “Car keys are on the table by the garage.”

“Okay great. I’m used to driving that kind of SUV,” she said. She seemed busy with making up food so I slipped past her quietly and got out the eggs and tossed a few into a pan. I washed up quickly and got out two pieces of bread, buttering each side and setting it down to wait for the eggs to finish. I yawned and stretched out, Y/N spinning around, staring smack dab at me. I quickly wrapped my arms around myself, shaking my head as I went back to the pan. “Would you like me to make lunch for you as well?”

“No thank you. I’m getting lunch with my manager today. You don’t have to make me coffee in the morning either, Y/N. Your job is to take care of the kids, not me,” I said. She rolled her eyes and I cocked my head.

“A cup of coffee is not difficult, Jensen. My job is to help you so if I can make dad’s life a smidge easier it’ll make theirs better too,” she said with a smile.

“You’re not like, a morning person are you,” I said, chuckling as she shook her head. “I don’t do peppy in the morning.”

“Oh no. I’m always a little nervous when I start a new job. I’ll get a rhythm down soon,” she said as I saw the eggs set.

“So what do you normally do once the kids are dropped off?” I asked, pulling a spatula out of the container on the counter.

“On a weekday I’ll review their schedule, see if anything different is going on. An average day like today I will clean their rooms, their bathroom, do some laundry while they’re at school, maybe some shopping. I’ll pick up the twins, bring them home for lunch, a little playtime, a nap. We’ll have some quiet time and maybe a craft or coloring before we get JJ from school. Then I’ll give them all a snack, we can get outside and play to get some energy out. I’ll help JJ with any schoolwork she has while the twins play and then I will start on dinner about the time you’ll be getting home. Since you have no plans currently tonight I’ll leave you guys be at that point until tomorrow unless you ask me for help.”

I blinked, opening my mouth and staring for a solid five seconds while she kept working on making baggies of snacks.

“So when do you take a break?” I asked.

“Naptime. I’ll have lunch with the twins. Don’t worry about me Jensen. That’s my normal plan but if you would like me to run some errands in the morning I can.”

“No, no. Just…” I trailed off. She really didn’t get why she was here, did she? “I still want to make them breakfast and dinner and play with them too is all.”

“We’ll figure out the right mix of things,” she said. “You just gotta tell me is all, okay? It can vary day to day too.”

“Yeah,” I said, taking the fried egg out of the pan and placing it on one piece of bread. I put the other piece on top and made a sandwich, taking a big bite. I let out a quiet sigh. I didn’t want her to do everything. Just help. But where was that fucking line? I was either going to do too much or too little and fuck everything up again. I felt her staring as I looked out the back window, taking another bite of food. “I never asked. How was your birthday?”

“Hm?” she hummed, a glance over my shoulder catching her dropping some carrots into a reusable bag.

“On Saturday you said it was your 30th. You do anything fun that night?” I asked with a soft smile. I dared to spin back around, her back to me while she worked. She probably went out with friends, got drinks.

Maybe picked up a guy.

I looked down, squeezing my eyes shut. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Stop fucking thinking about her like that.

“I got a new job. That was the highlight of my day,” she said as she spun around, my head quickly snapping up before she noticed. I couldn’t help but cock it though. It was her birthday. Her thirtieth. She was beautiful. How was getting another nanny job the highlight of it? Maybe she felt self-conscious about it. No idea why, she looked amazing. “I ordered pizza, binged netflix. My normal Saturday routine.”

“I know everybody jokes about 30 but it’s really just jokes. Wait until you’re 42,” I chuckled, Y/N smiling. “Then you really feel old.”

“Most 42 year olds would kill to look like you,” she said. She shut your eyes and shook her head but I smiled when she looked away. Maybe I wasn’t so bad after all. “I’m so sorry. That was so inappropriate.”

“It’s alright. I took it as a compliment,” I said. She looked embarrassed and I cleared my throat, taking a bite of food. “So you did nothing for your birthday, huh?”

“Uh, no,” she said, mixing in some grapes into each of the snack bags. I frowned and popped the last piece of food into my mouth. Why didn’t she celebrate? Not even a slice of cake? A little lightbulb went off in my head and I started to smile, Y/N giving me a strange look.

“I’m gonna get you a birthday cake,” I said. She looked mortified and started to shake her head but I held up a hand.

“Mr. Ackles-”

“I thought I said it’s Jensen. I’m the boss so what I say goes. We’re gonna have a birthday cake for you tonight. So. What’s your favorite flavor?”

“Whatever you want is perfectly fine.” I rolled my eyes and groaned, swearing I caught a quick smile on her face.

“Y/N.”

“…I like red velvet,” she said. I broke out into a huge smile and laughed. Of course. Of fucking course she said red velvet.

“That was my wife’s favorite,” I said. “Haven’t had that since her birthday. She would have liked you.”

“You think so?” she asked. I took a deep breath and felt calm for a moment, nodding back at her.

“Yeah. You’re quite kind to me. She was always protective of me, even if she was the scaredy cat most of the time.”

“Can I ask how…” she said. The calm quickly left and I swallowed. I told her died unexpectedly in a car accident right? Or just died unexpectedly? No, I said car. Right. Car accident. Fuck, why’d I have to start saying she died in her sleep too. Because that made more sense than the fucking brain aneurysm while driving but that was our shitty luck...she’s staring idiot. Talk. Now.

“Accident. Tractor trailer versus her car. He tried to miss her but it was too late. I wanted to hate the guy too but it was an accident and I couldn’t blame him for that.”

“My father died in a car crash when I was six. It does get better with time,” she said.

“That’s why you didn’t know if he had a picture of you in his wallet or not,” I said as she nodded. She looked away and I shuddered at the thought the kids wouldn’t know things about their mother. “You’re too young to have that much tragedy in life.”

“So are you.”

“I’m not young anymore.”

“You’re young and overly generous,” she said with a smile. She was being polite. Or maybe not. Either way I’d take it.

“Misery loves company,” I said as we both heard a few feet above us running around. “Munchkins are up.”

“You want to make breakfast or should I?” she asked.

“Give me five minutes to get them in some clean clothes. Then I can show you how they like their eggs.”

“Sounds like a plan, Jensen.”

I headed upstairs, catching Zeppelin chasing Arrow up and down the hall, both of them giggling before stopping at my feet.

“Daddy you’re all smiley,” said Arrow. I looked down and shook my head, her eyes lighting up. “Yes you are!”

“It must be because you two are going to run off and get dressed this morning all by yourselves,” I said. They shared a look, that twin look, and both took off running with slightly evil laughs. “I fear the day you two are teenagers.”

“Good morning,” yawned JJ, walking out of her room dressed and giving me a hug.

“Good morning,” I said, bending down and picking her up, giving her a squeezing hug.

“Okay?” she asked.

“Yeah. Daddy’s okay today,” I said, a thud and Zeppelin running back crying. “What hurts buddy?”

“I don’t know,” he said as I squatted down with JJ on my good hip, picking him up and settling him on the other.

“Well, that’s okay. Sometimes you just gotta cry it out,” I said. He made a face but I smiled, his confusion getting him to calm down by the time Arrow was running down the hall.

“Daddy,” she groaned. I chuckled and spun around, Arrow climbing up on my back.

“Who needs a workout when you got a hundred pounds on your back,” I said. “Alright, alright. We can have breakfast in pajamas today. I want you guys on your best behavior for Y/N okay? She’s new and has a lot to learn still, like your favorite eggs.”

“Hot sauce,” said JJ.

“That’s my girl,” I chuckled, feeling her hug me hard for a split second. I kissed the top of her head and went back towards the stairs. “Alright. Who’s hungry?”

“Hey handsome,” I heard as I was walking through the parking lot. I spun around, sighing as Jared walked over with a laugh.

“Why must you do that?” I sighed.

“Cause seeing that look on your face is funny,” he said, looking me up and down. “Heading in?”

“Finished up for the day. More Batman, some video game and my manager wanted me to record an audition for some animated movie. You?”

“Walker dubbing. Again,” he said. “You’re not going strictly voice acting on me are you?”

“No. Just was kinda easy to do that while I was recovering. Drive downtown, record, drive home.”

“Excited for The Boys?”

“Yeah. Nervous. I never really made a final decision on what to do with the kids. My parents offered to stay at the house and watch them.” Jared cleared his throat and I smiled. “I know you offered too. But I just…”

“I know. You thought things were different when you took the job,” said Jared. “When The Boys is over you know I could get you a recurring guest start spot on Walker. Like anytime.”

“I know,” I shrugged, rubbing my arm. “It’s your show though. I mean we literally ended Supernatural last year. I don’t want to butt in.”

“Why would you think that?” he asked, narrowing his eyes. I rolled mine, Jared grabbing my arm, walking between the cars with me. “You are really starting to scare me.”

“Because I want to give you space and let your show be your show? Dude, relax. I didn’t say I don’t want to. I can’t wait to work with you again. But the show is new and it’s your baby right now. I’ll be on someday, I promise.”

“I just-”

“I know. But I have ideas and projects and losing Dee changed things. Maybe I do want to be able to work at home in Austin more. But let me figure that out first?”

“Fine,” grumbled Jared.

“Hey. I’ll make you a deal. I will absolutely direct in season 2 and maybe I can do a guest spot or two if you and me sit down sometime this year and brainstorm that reboot mini-series for like five years from now. Deal?”

“I was gonna do that anyways,” said Jared with a big smile, holding out his hand. I shook it, getting a quick hug. “How’s the hot nanny?”

“Shut up,” I said, pushing him away but smiling.

“You still like her?”

“Honestly? I think I’m in deep shit.”

“Good,” he said. “I like that dumb fucking smile on your face.”

“I bought her a birthday cake. Is that weird?”

“Not unless it’s not here birthday.”

“It was on Saturday but she didn’t celebrate for some reason.”

“No, not weird then,” he said. “Find out if she’s single yet?”

“Not a clue.”

“Find out tonight buddy.”

“I’ll try. I gotta run. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Later Jackles.”

“Thanks for giving up your night with them. I didn’t mean to have that happen,” I said after Y/N finished reading the kids a bedtime story.

“It’s no problem. It’s good bonding for us,” she said as we headed back downstairs to the kitchen. She helped pick up the plates at the table and wash them off before sticking them in the dishwasher. She looked a little tired but for some reason that made her look even prettier. I swallowed and went over to the tall cabinet and reach up top, grabbing a bottle of whiskey as Y/N covered up what was left of the cake.

“Drink?” I asked. She smiled and pinched her fingers close to each other.

“A small one,” she said. I poured a single into a whiskey glass for her, smirking when she took a sip and made a face. “Oh that’s smooth.”

“Very,” I said, pouring my own glass. “Thank you for tonight. JJ’s been…”

“She’s the oldest. She’s gonna have a harder time with it.”

“You were about her age when your dad died you said?” I asked. She nodded and took a deep breath.

“She’ll be okay. She’ll miss her but it won’t be a deep pain. She’ll have nice memories of her mom. She’s doing pretty good, trust me.”

“Can I ask another personal question?”

“I’m off the clock. Shoot,” she said.

“Your mom ever…try again with someone else?” She waited a beat but smiled, nodding a few times.

“Yes. Years later she found a good guy. He actually is who I stayed with after she passed. He’s married now, has some kids of his own but I know if I call him up he’d drop everything for me.”

“Good. I was getting afraid you were a complete Shakespeare tragedy,” I chuckled. Whew. At least she had somebody out there to watch her back if she needed it.

“Nah. I’m not at that level of crazy in my life,” she said. “As long as we’re off the clock, can I ask if you’re asking because you’re thinking of getting back out there?”

I took a drink and smiled. Still perceptive. Still adorable. But her face looked gentler almost, like she’d drop it in a second if I asked.

“I am. My wife kind of insisted on it. When we first got serious we had this deal that we’d go try again if something happened. I mean, I don’t cry everytime I think about her now. I can smile and be happy and that ache doesn’t try to swallow me up everyday anymore. I think it’s time I could get back out there.”

“I’d say it is. The kids are ready. They’ll understand.”

“You think your mom loved the second guy as much as your dad?”

“For sure. She was a bit of a free spirit but she didn’t think you had to have just one soulmate. She told me that after she’d met Ray. She said she got two so maybe I had two out there. I haven’t found either one of them yet so I’ll take increasing my odds as best I can.”

Oh. Oh God she’s single.

Yes!

Fucking yes! I swallowed, thinking what she’d just said and grinned. Two soulmates. I kind of liked the sound of that.

“Well you’re not gonna meet your soulmate sitting at home on Saturday nights, Y/N.” I said, clearing my throat.

“Just a lot of douchey guys,” she said.

“Ah. You need to meet a better kind of guy is all.”

“Yeah see I’m thirty. All the good guys are married by now.”

“Oh all of them are taken. I didn’t realize that,” I said with a chuckle. “What am I then? Another douchebag?”

“You don’t count. You’re…”

“Too old for you?” I laughed nervously. Oh how the hell any woman had ever gone out with me was a miracle. I was a fucking wreck at this.

“My boss. Plus you’re like famous. You can go get like a victoria secret model or something.”

“Looks ain’t everything.”

“Maybe I ought to try older guys now that you say that,” she said. I took another sip and let it burn in the back of my throat. Go slow idiot. Test the waters a bit.

“Y/N, you gotta be careful with that. I don’t want to see you get taken advantage of.”

“And this is why I watch netflix on Saturday nights,” you said.

“You serious about the older guy crack?” I asked.

“I do find them more…attractive sometimes. I guess it depends on how old. Why?”

Maybe she was looking me up and down that morning...maybe.

“I got a friend my age, might be interested?” I asked, hiding behind a smile. Why the fuck did I say that? All I wanted to know was if she’d consider someone older, not that.

“I don’t know,” she said. “No offense to your friend but…I mean if he’s 42…I want kids and stuff you know? Although a dude it doesn’t really matter how old…I don’t know.”

“It was just a thought,” I said. I took another sip but she was smiling. Okay. Maybe that wasn’t two old for her.

“I’ll think about it,” she said. “He’s not a weirdo, right.”

“No. He’s an actor. Something to think about.”

“I will,” she said, sounding like she meant it. “Thank you for the birthday cake, Jensen. You’re a good person.”

“I bought a cake.” She looked down and finished off her drink, the air heavy for a few seconds, her body tense before it relaxed.

“Yeah but I haven’t really had one of those in years. You’re a good person.”

“You’re very welcome,” I said as she slid off her seat. “You’re free to hang out if you like.”

“I’m kinda tired. I won’t be getting up that early from now on I don’t think.”

“I completely understand. Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight Jensen.” She headed down the hall to her room and I put the liquor away, checking the hallway after a beat, her door shut. I wanted to give her a hug but that was crossing a line.

“Daddy,” said Arrow, walking down into the kitchen. I turned and smiled, walking back over. “Can I have a little milk?”

“Okay but just a little. Want it warmed up?” I asked. She hummed and I poured her a small glass in one of her sippie cups, heating it up before popping on the lid and handing it over. “Back to bed now.”

“Why didn’t Y/N’s mommy and daddy get her a birthday cake?” she asked.

“Y/N’s parents aren’t around anymore munchkin. She lost her mommy and daddy when she was a kid too.”

“Oh,” she said softly, pausing by the bottom of the stairs. She stared, the gears grinding in her head. She’d only been three at the time but she actually understand strangely enough what it meant that mom was gone. Zeppelin was the hard case to crack but she somehow explained it to him and one day it clicked for him too.

“Honey?” I asked, squatting down beside her.

“Does mommy know Y/N’s parents now?” she asked.

“Maybe,” I said with a smile, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“I hope so.”

“Me too. Go on up to bed now. I’ll race you.” She took off with her cup and I smirked when she got to the top of the stairs. “That one never fails.”

“You think I’m hot,” I said to myself the next day. I hummed as I walked into the bathroom, sweating after working out. Y/N was hopefully enjoying her break. I grinned, looking at myself in the mirror and ripping my shirt off. “She was so staring. She was so staring.”

I started to undress, whistling before I turned on the water, catching myself in the mirror again. My eyes landed on the scar and I quickly looked away, getting under the stream.

“Stop acting like a fucking idiot. She doesn’t even...of course she’d stare. I stare at good looking sweaty men of course she would too.” I sighed and sat down on the shower bench, putting my head in my hands. “Dee tell me what to do. Please. Make me forget this girl exists.”

“Jensen! I’m going to the store!” called Y/N through the closed bedroom door.

“Drive safe!” I shouted back. I lifted my head and stood up, pursing my lips. “Gonna make me figure this out on my own, aren’t you.”

I tilted my head back under the water, swallowing thickly.

“Jensen! I just took a shower!” said Dee, smiling when I pulled her flush to me.

“Take another one,” I said, kissing her soft lips, her hands resting on my hips and squeezing them. “Bed.”

“The kids have to go to camp in less than-”

“Fine,” I groaned, throwing my head back. I jumped when she slapped my ass, slipping out of the shower.

“I’ll play with you later,” she teased. She grinned as she used my towel to dry off before she went back to her vanity to do her makeup quickly.

“Dee?”

“Because I’m over forty and you know how some of the moms are. Fucking little vultures,” she said, putting on some mascara.

“I didn’t say anything,” I hummed.

“You were thinking it.”

“That you’re hot without makeup? Oh no. I wasn’t thinking that at all,” I said, giving her a bitchface. “Are you ever going to stop giving a fuck what other people think?”

“No,” she sighed. “But I am better.”

“I know. You sure you don’t want to shower with me?” I asked, jutting out my lip. She smiled and winked. “Dee.”

“Later sweetie. I promise.”

I looked over to the empty vanity. That was the last morning she stood there. Fucking worried about looking put together enough for the carpool line. I breathed deeply, looking at the pile of sweaty clothes on the floor, Y/N popping into my head.

“I like her Dee. I really fucking like her. I don’t know what to do.”

Three Days Later

“Hey,” said Jared, already out front of his when I got there. “Everything cool?”

“No,” I said. “Drink?”

He waved and I followed him around to the back table, Jared leaving and returning after a moment with a bottle and two glasses.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. I took a long sip and sighed.

“Y/N got hurt tonight.”

“Is she okay?”

“Yeah she’s fine. A scrape. But Jared...this is not a crush. I’m positive of it.”

“Didn’t we already establish that?” I turned my head and glared, Jared giving it right back. “Dude. What are you asking? Permission?”

“No. I don’t need anyone’s permission to date someone.”

“So I take it Y/N is in fact single.” I nodded, Jared leaning back in his chair. “Jensen. Dee can’t tell you that it’s okay. You have to trust that she’d want you to be happy again.”

“I know she does but...it feels wrong. I feel like I’m cheating on her with another woman.”

“Have you told Y/N-”

“No. As far as she’s concerned I’m just her nice boss. Jesus Jare, this poor girl has had a more fucked up life than me easily and she’s so nice and kind and I can’t throw my shit on top of her.”

“Jensen. How old were you when you started to date Dee?” he asked.

“Twenty nine ish. Why?”

“So for twenty nine years before that you were on your own. You dated other people but no one that you loved like that. Do you really want to go another twenty nine years, more than that, on your own?”

“I want my wife back.”

“Spit out what you’re spiraling over. What, you think Dee will love you less if you love another woman?”

“I’m not having this discussion with you.” I stood up, Jared catching my wrist. I tugged on it, Jared getting to his feet and staring me down. “Move.”

“I know you’re not used to being the one with the problems. I know I’m the one always screwing up and always needing you to take care of me but I’m the one in charge this time. Now sit your ass down and talk or I swear to God I will call up every member of your family right now and tell them you haven’t seen a damn therapist at all.”

“Don’t threaten me,” I growled.

“I say we call them anyways. You’re the one that to this day continues to check that Jared doesn’t miss therapy,” said Gen, shoving a bowl of chips on the table when she stepped out there. “Always have to be the tough one don’t you Ackles. Go to fucking therapy and let them deal with you because obviously we’re not getting through that head of yours.”

“You told her?” I snapped.

“He didn’t tell me shit. I’ve always known you weren’t going.” I stared at her and she crossed her arms. “I live with Jared. I know when someone is actually going and when someone is pretending to. I’ve kept my mouth shut because I thought he knew the whole time. Jensen, you need help. Real help.”

“Well I’m sorry. Obviously I didn’t realize how much I was bothering you two,” I said. I took a step, Jared squeezing my wrist.

“Tell her,” said Jared. “Tell her about Y/N.”

“What happened to your nanny?”

“Jens?” said Gen, sliding a plate of leftovers in front of me a short while later. I looked up, a soft smile on her face. “I’m sorry for snapping. I thought…”

“I’m sorry for being so defensive. Honestly I’ve been hiding a lot from everyone lately, including Jared.”

“She would not love you less if you fell in love again. I can guarantee it,” she said.

“Part of me knows that. The other part of me feels so damn guilty for even entertaining the thought of another woman.”

“But why? Because you think Dee would be upset?”

“Because how is that far to her and the other woman? How can I love two woman completely like that at the same time? It’s not fair to either one of them.”

“You love JJ?” asked Jared, leaning back against the counter.

“Of course.”

“Zeppy? Arrow?”

“Obviously.”

“How can you possibly love three children completely at the same time? It’s not fair right?” said Jared. I blinked, a smirk on his face.

“That’s…” I started, poking at my food. “Okay that actually kinda makes sense. You couldn’t have said that to me like a week ago?”

“You weren’t being this much of a dumbass a week ago,” said Jared. I pouted, getting a side hug from Gen.

“You gonna ask her out?” she asked. I shrugged, Gen ruffling my hair. “Well maybe you can hang out like friends at least.”

“Yeah. I can handle that,” I said.

“Gen,” said Jared, Gen leaving the room, Jared coming over to my side.

“You’re gonna say I should go see someone.”

“I’m gonna say, try cutting yourself a break. You’re the nicest guy I know. Try being nice to yourself for a change. Deal?” I nodded and took a few bites of food before standing.

“Jare. Sorry for...it’s just scary you know? I don’t know if I said goodbye for the last time or not to Dee and…it’s just hard.”

“I think life is too complicated for the two of us to figure out the actual answer to that. But I think she’s up there too pulling her damn hair out watching you freak out over all this. She’d be wingmanning you so hard right now. You know, forget how you feel for a second. Just be Y/N’s friend.”

“I will,” I said. “Thanks. I’ll let you know how it goes.”

“Goodnight lover boy,” he said as I headed for the front door.

“Gen! Jared wants you to do that thing with the little black-“

“Shut up!” said Jared, Gen smiling as I slipped into the sitting room.

“Don’t take it easy on him,” I winked at her.

“I never do,” she said. “Night Jay.”

“Night guys. Thanks for putting up with me.”

“Always.”

One Week Later

“Y/N,” I said, catching her washing her car in the driveway on a Saturday morning. “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?” she asked. I laughed and crossed my arms. “I’m confused.”

“Do you want to hang out with us today? For fun?” I asked. Come on. Just say yes and have some fun. All you ever do on the weekend is chores and stayed holed away on your side of the house anyways.

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

“How do I make this clearer,” I said, walking over to her 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?” she asked. I rolled my eyes and plopped my baseball cap off my head and onto hers as I walked away. She tilted the brim up, looking up through her lashes, a soft smile on her face.

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

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

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A/N: Part 3 coming TBD!

#supernatural #spn #Jensen x reader #Jensen Ackles #Jensen Ackles fanfic #Jensen Ackles series #Jensen #Jensen x nanny!reader #Jensen POV

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clxssic-fool · 2 months

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i’m looking for a good omens a post season 2 fic, where after aziraphale leaves crowley returns to being nanny ashtoreth and she opens a plant shop. either adam or warlock (can’t remember which) comes across the shop and she takes custody of him.

if anyone knows which fic this is i would love to know!! TIA

#good omens #crowley #nanny ashtoreth #fic rec #aziracrow #aziracrow fic #ineffable husbands

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slocumjoe · 5 months

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What do you think the companions opinions of ghosts and supernatural things are?

You know, I've actually done this before, years back!

Looking back on it now, I have some differing ideas, having spent more time really thinking these dudes over and writing about them. So,

COMPANIONS AND SPIRITUALITY 2; ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

Cait; Surprises herself when she realizes this, but she believes in God. Not just agnostic, she believes in the Christian God. It never occurred to her until one day, when she caught herself and realizes that this was the belief she held. Her parents weren't religious, so it didn't make any damn sense to her. She just sorta defaulted to it. Obviously, Cait is not religious, but yeah, she kinda assumed a Christian mindset. Just never cared. Once she catches herself, becomes staunch atheist, but that shift was sudden and kind of wobbly. Its a "Wait, what do I actually believe in?" moment. As for cryptids, no. Maybe ones before the war. But as for the post apocalypse, anything is possible, so, why bother with trying to make it all mysterious?

Curie; Avid hater of cryptids and Aliens, but fascinated by religion. You ask her for her opinions on the topic, and she'll break off into a sociological discussion of the nature of religion and faith, and what's she's noticed in the apocalyptic modern era. You ask her if she believes in religion, and you can see her eyes go all blue screen of death, Ms. Nanny body or no. For one, the Ms. Nanny programming would never allow her to form an opinion on that. For two, the programming also kind of held everything in place. In a synth form, where her brain is looking for her own answer, but her instinct/programming remnant is looking for coded-in pre-recorded responses...it's a good way to send her into a kind of crisis. The move from metal to meat doesn’t do her any favors, here.

Danse; A loose agnostic. He sees no need to argue about it, but he doesn't believe, but he also doesn't...disagree? Danse's stance here is "we'll never know so what's the point." He tried religion, and he'll pray in...dire circumstances...but if you ask, he'll call himself an atheist. He'll also go into the sociology and go all nerd on you, but where Curie almost physically can't have an opinion, Danse doesn't have one and doesn't feel the need for one. If he needs God to be real, he'll hope for it. Otherwise, nah.

Deacon; would fuck with Buddhism. Would be that annoying dude at the Whole Foods check out buying hummus who holds the cashier at obligation-point to talk about karma. Normally this would be a Deaconism, an inside joke. Not here. This is a genuine Deacon. He'd also be very interested in all religions, but Buddhism is the one he's most likely to consider, if not partake in. Aliens and cryptids? Uh...Deacon likes to have fun, so yeah, but he's probably not a hardcore believer. He's just being a silly goose. Will double down and go full tinfoil hat to be obnoxious, but doesn't really put stock in it.

Gage; nah and nah. He was raised catholic and it didn't take. Or, maybe it took too well, or in the wrong way, depending on your perspective. He still privately considers Sunday to be special, but he doesn't act on it. Cryptids, also nah. Same reason as Cait. Have you seen what radiation does to animals? To people? Why the fuck would anything be surprising? "There was a giant moth the size of a man on my house!" Shit, that means the runoff from the nuclear power plant from up north has reached the watering holes. "I saw a large, hairy man!" That was probably Gage himself. Fuck sake. "There was a man with a goat head!" Thats a Pack member, which is arguably worse than what you think you saw.

Hancock; Religious in the traumatized way. The begging for God to kill you if you deserve to die but nothing happens, so clearly death is too good for you, kind of religious. Hancock has mental breakdowns in churchs, screaming at the remains of the cross in the middle of the burnt pews. Hancock is religous when thematically appropriate and suitably unhinged. Cryptids, he likes the fun of it, but seriously, if Hancock starts mentioning God and crucifixion, you need to check on him.

MacCready; Hardcore no on the religion, hardcore yes on the cryptids. This man would have Bigfoot bumper stickers. He would be on the reddit threads. I don't even know what to write here. Do I need to justify? You know. You know MacCready is a Bigfoot truther. Aliens? Don't talk to Bob about aliens. He'll hold you hostage in a story about the time he went camping up in [insert North Eastern Forest Here] and definitely saw [insert North Eastern Alien of Cultural Importance Here]. This man would go ghost busting.

Nick; religious, but like, very low key about it. He's not a praying man, but he does think the Big Man Upstairs exists. Mostly because there's so many times in his life where he's certain someone is laughing at him, and whatever dumb situation he's gotten himself into now. Does go to church every so often, and steps lighter in the ruins he finds. Aliens? Nope. Cryptids? Nope. Ghosts? Yeah, absolutely. He doesn't buy into those haunted house attractions, but he believes in the afterlife, and that some folks might get lost on their way there.

Piper; no religion. No aliens. No cryptids. Hard facts or fuck off. At least, thats what she says. But the moment something rattles in the basement at 2 in the morning? Piper is superstitious. She doesn't believe, but she's not gonna play chicken with demonic possession or alien abduction. Now, she has some ghost stories, but she doesn't think they're ghost stories. "Yeah, turned out the person I'd been talking to was legally dead for 30 years. Kinda weird." "Piper." "Say its a ghost and I'm throwing my drink at you. Who doesn't fake their death every once in a while?"

Preston; raised religious but didn't take. It's not that he believes in ghosts, it's that Preston has a good head on his shoulders. This man Knows when Something Is Wrong. Preston might not have the highest PER, but he knows when to get the fuck out of somewhere. Aliens, cryptids, whatever. Preston doesn't even know if ghosts are real. He just knows that some places don't forget what happened to them. If you're ever in a weird location, use him as a "back in the car right fucking now" meter.

X6-88; no religion, aliens, or cryptids, whatever. However. Very prone to believing tall tales. Myths. Legends. Mothman? Genuinely thought that was just a species of moth. He thinks they're bullshit, provided the info is being provided with air of literalness. If you open with "yeah, there's this story of a giant half man, half moth creature," he knows its a story. If you go, "There's a giant moth from Virginia that eats people", that's just what moths are like. Why would he assume there isn't a carnivorous moth? Gets very, very upset whenever someone pulls one over on him like this. By someone, I mean Deacon. Its always Deacon.

#fallout 4 #fo4 #paladin danse #preston garvey #nick valentine #x6-88 #piper wright #companions react #robert joseph maccready #porter gage

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aziraphales-library · 9 days

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Hi, VERY grateful for the work you do.

I am looking for a fic where post s2, crowley returns to being Nanny Ashtoreth and opens a plant shop. One of the boys, Adam or Warlock, (pretty sure Warlock bc his parents were super emotionally neglectful) shows up to the shop and Nanny eventually takes custody of him. The other boy shows up and they become friends. Aziraphale returns to apologize and there’s a showdown with the angels.

Thank you so much for your time!

I think this is...

i don’t want to talk (if it makes you feel sad) by jane_x80 (M)

After the end of Season 2, Crowley is a mess. This is a 5+1(+1) story of Crowley's struggle to recover after Aziraphale left Earth (left him) told from different POVs over time. (In which this author had to write a happier ending for Crowley and Aziraphale after watching the end of Season 2, canon compliant for Season 2)

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #good omens s2 #nanny ashtoreth #warlock dowling #mod d

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flickynightdarkness · 1 year

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Waves 1-18 Of My Comfort Characters List

Oggy & Olivia (Oggy & The Cockroaches)

Little Miss Sunshine & Little Miss Shy (Little Misses)

Mr Quiet & Mr. Scatterbrain (Mr Men Show)

Hello Kitty, My Melody & Cinnamoroll (Sanrio)

Jigglypuff, Hypno, Eevee, Pichu, Torchic, Jirachi, Manaphy, Darkrai, Alice, Alicia, Dwebble, Iris & Sylveon (Pokémon)

Atsuover, Rageminer, Dawko, Jaiden Animations, CookieSwirlC, Nicky Tate, WolfyChu, Rosanna Pansino, Ava Ryan (YouTubers)

Holly & Nanny Plum (Ben & Holly's Little Kingdom)

Shaggy (Scooby Doo)

Slinky Dog, Jessie, Trixie & Bonnie (Toy Story)

Kasane Teto, Kagamine Rin & Hatsune Miku (Vocaloids)

Bubble (BFDI)

Cake, X & Winner (BFB + TPOT)

Lightbulb, Paintbrush, Bow & MePad (Inanimate Insanity)

Sonic, Tails, Vector, Chip, Cream, Chao, Orbot, Cubot, Zavok, Zazz & Tails Doll (Sonic The Hedgehog)

Mario, Luigi, Yoshi, Rosalina, Boo, Count Bleck & Tippi (Super Mario)

Dum Mee Mee (Shopkins)

Tinky Winky, Dipsy, Laa-Laa & Po (Teletubbies)

Oswald The Lucky Rabbit

Jack Skellington (Nightmare Before Christmas)

XR (Buzz Lightyear Of Star Command)

Garnet, Amethyst & Pearl (Steven Universe)

Giulia (Luca)

Wall-E & EVE (Wall-E)

Sunflower (Plants Vs Zombies)

Scarecrow & Mad Hatter (BTAS)

Scarecrow (TNBA)

Scarecrow (The Brave & The Bold)

Scarecrow (Arkham Asylum)

Scarecrow (Arkham Knight)

Scarecrow (Injustice 2)

Scarecrow & King Shark (Harley Quinn Series)

Scarecrow (Happy Halloween Scooby Doo)

Ragdoll (The Batman Series)

Question (DCAU)

Harley Quinn (MultiVersus)

SpongeBob, Patrick Star, Gary The Snail & Sandy Cheeks (SpongeBob SquarePants)

Moomimtroll, Moominmamma & Snorkmaiden (Moomin Series)

Numbuh 3/Kuki Sanban, Numbuh 5/Abigail Lincoln, Mushi Sanban, Numbuh 9/Maurice, Father/Benedict Wigglestein & Monty Uno/Numbuh 0 (Codename: Kids Next Door)

The Snatcher (A Hat In Time)

Poppet, Jeepers, Shishi, Sleepypaws, Baby Rox, Kissy, Captain Squirk & Dr. Strangeglove (Moshi Monsters)

Needlem0use & Luther Artwright (Needlem0use)

Pinkie Pie, Apple Bloom & Flurry Heart (My Little Pony)

505 & White Hat (Villainous)

Odie (Garfield)

Humf

Lilo, Stitch & Angel (Lilo & Stitch)

Candy Cat & Bunzo Bunny (Poppy Playtime)

F, P & Y (Alphabet Lore)

Rover, Isabelle, Timmy Nook & Tommy Nook (Animal Crossing)

Boo (Monsters Inc)

Orbulon (Warioware)

ENA

Felix & King Candy (Wreck It Ralph)

Bill Cipher (Gravity Falls)

Mio Mao

Edd, Matt, Tom & Tord (Eddsworld)

Tuffy & Tyke (Tom & Jerry)

Roy O'Brien (ROY Series)

Moon Knight (Marvel)

Mama (Cooking Mama)

PukeyHurlC (Grossery Gang)

Toriel, Napstablook, Sans & Papyrus (Undertale)

Jevil (Deltarune)

Boyfriend, Girlfriend, Hex, Tabi, Sunday, Sarvente, Nikusa, Annie, Garcello, Chris, Legacy Annie/Rascal & QT (Friday Night Funkin)

Soft! Boyfriend (FNF: Soft)

Red Guy, Duck Guy, Electracey, Bread Mother & Lesley (Don't Hug Me I'm Scared)

Puss In Boots, Kitty Softpaws, Three Diablos & Perrito (Puss In Boots)

Korekiyo Shinguji (Danganronpa)

Dave Algebra Class

SCP-049/Plague Doctor & SCP-999/Tickle Monster (SCP)

Skid, Pump, Robert, Jaune & Streber (Spooky Month)

Shirousa & Kurousa (Sugar Bunnies)

Bingo & Snorky (Banana Splits)

Dr. Nefarious (Ratchet & Clank)

Grim Reaper (Grim Adventures Of Billy & Mandy)

Spot The Dog

Harry Hill, Robert Englund, Charles Martinet & Tom Kenny (Celebrities)

Slushi, Cofi & Bezel (Chikn Nuggit)

Foxy, Funtime Freddy & Sun (Five Nights At Freddy's)

Toothless (How To Train Your Dragon)

Gingy (Shrek)

Neo Cortex, Aku Aku, Dingodile, Lani-Loli & Kapuna-Wa (Crash Bandicoot)

Pipsqueak (The Lorax)

Secret History Tails (Mashed)

Lord X Hog & Curse (EXEs)

Majin Sonic

MX (Mario 85)

Eri, Tsuyu Asui & Ms Joke (My Hero Academia)

Suki (Avatar: The Last Airbender)

Sonic (Sonic The Hedgehog Movie)

Shuey Rhon Rhon (Beijing 2022 Paralympics Mascot)

Miraitowa & Someity (Tokyo 2020 Olympic Mascots)

Inky (Pac-Man)

Mirabel Madrigal & Pepa Madrigal (Encanto)

Meilin Lee & Abby Park (Turning Red)

Wanda (Fairly Oddparents)

Bender (Futurama)

Rayman

N (Murder Drones)

EteleD & Corrupt Mii (Wii Deleted You)

Taki (Friday Night Fever)

Unikitty (Unikitty Series)

Della Duck (Ducktales)

Hypno & Lost Silver/Gold (Pokepasta)

Shinto (FNF: Lullaby)

Pim (Smiling Friends)

Wednesday Addams (Wednesday Series)

Komasan (Yo-Kai Watch)

Sayori & Monika (Doki Doki Literature Club)

Kirby & Meta Knight (Kirby)

Chudd Chudders & DangerGrid Of Doom (Skatoony)

Bendy (BATDR)

Boris & Sammy Lawrence (BATIM)

Tari & Meggy Spletzer (SMG4)

Zardy (Zardy's Maze)

Scar (Alien Vs Predator)

Mugman & Baroness Von Bon Bon (The Cuphead Show)

Charlie Morningstar, Angel Dust & Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)

Slender Man, Splendor Man & Lulu (Creepypasta)

Mario.EXE (Mario's Madness)

Blitzo, Moxxie & Colin (Helluva Boss)

Woolly & Tig

Sam (Trick R Treat)

Hank Anderson (Detroit: Become Human)

Mr. Shark (The Bad Guys)

Charles Calvin, Reginald Copperbottom, Right Hand Man & Dmitri Petrov (Henry Stickmin)

Grogu (The Mandalorian)

Hanazuki

Pusheen The Cat

Anya Forger (Spy X Family)

Slappy (Goosebumps)

Zoe Kusama (Criminal Case)

Flaky (Happy Tree Friends)

Pim (Smiling Friends)

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notalwayscommonsense · 2 years

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Drinking Water & Staying Hydrated

On this account we cover how to do things that are "common sense" for the people who dont know. Shame-free. Today, we'll be covering some tips and tricks for drinking more water when you're unmotivated to or simply forget.

If you were to ever find yourself lost in the wilderness, the first thing you would wanna look for ASAP is a source of water. Humans need around 8 glasses (~2L) of water a day that our bodies can function right! It's very important, as dehydration can lead to constipation, kidney stones, overheating, exhaustion and generally a really bad mood!

Water helps to..

• keep your joints flexible

• regulate your temperature

• clean your insides via sweat/urination

• digest, salivate, transport nutrients

• carrying oxygen to your cells

• maintaining electrolyte balance

And much more. We're made up of around 60% water, after all. Though, drinking that much water every day can be a very tiresome chore for many of us, especially those who struggle with executive dysfunction and mental illness. Never fear: we've compiled a big list of little actions you can take that might help you drink a little bit more water in a day. Don't worry if 2 liters of water sounds like a big step! Even a few sips more makes a big difference. Progress is not linear!

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1) Switch it up - Water is obviously tasteless and for many people this deters them from staying hydrated when they could opt for something more sweet or exciting like a juice or soda. Luckily, there are dozens of ways to spice up your drinks. Hundreds of artificial flavorings exist; MiO, Sunkist, Starburst and other more affordable off brand water enhancers can transform your drink into something more flavorful. Whether you want something tart like lemonade, savory like iced tea or sweet like fruit punch, there's an enhancer that will fit your taste.

If you would prefer something more natural, there's countless recipes for fruit infused water. Cucumbers, lemon slices and mint can give your water that subtle boost you need to encourage hydration. Below we'll link some recipes if you'd like to try them.

For some people, its not so much the taste, but more so the texture. If you're a soda lover, opt for some sparkling water instead, flavored or unflavored. Brands like LaCroix, Sparkling Ice and Bubly can all give you the same smooth sipping of a soft drink while helping you meet your water quota for the day.

If none of these sound like something you're interested in, you can always opt for making tea instead, hot or iced. If you like cold drinks, you could make a whole pitcher and keep it in your fridge for easy access, whether its chamomile, matcha or plain old Lipton.

2) Make it fun - Making yourself genuinely want to do something is a great way to tackle executive dysfunction. If you're able and open to spending some extra money, buying yourself a fun new water bottle can make you want to use it and carry it with you. Personalization is another way to make a new water bottle even more fun or enhance one you already have. Add dishwasher safe stickers, customized beaded/braided handles and marked timestamps.

A free, more low effort alternative to make drinking water fun is to download an app such as Plant Nanny. Its premise is simple - drink water and in return you water an adorable plant in app. With your help, they'll grow up and you can slowly collect them all. Its a bright, colorful, interactive game that will help you visualize your needs and be rewarded for taking care of them.

3) Eat your water - If the action of drinking is something you struggle with, opt for eating water-rich foods. On top of being a great way to meet your water goals, it comes with more nutrients, vitamins and fiber than regular water while leaving you feeling filled. Below are some fruits and veggies you can snack on that will leave you feeling more hydrated.

Cucumber - 96% water

Celery - 95% water

Spinach - 93% water

Watermelon - 91% water

Cantaloupe - 90% water

And much more!

For something more fun, you can always make some popsicles with coconut water (94% water) and fruit. Pop those in the freezer and have delicious ice pops ready to go in a few hours.

4) Reminders and Encouragement - If you dont have an issue with drinking water but you often forget, a gentle push in the right direction may be all you need. Ask your friends or family for motivation and reminders. You can even challenge them or work towards goals together! Theres nothing better than some friendly competition.

Apps like Waterminder, Waterllama and Habit Tracker can all send reminders to your phone and help you track your progress. If you dont want to download an app, you can always just set some alarms as well. Plant Nanny, as mentioned above, is a fun alternative to this that brings gaming into the picture.

5) Passive Influence - Making some small changes to your routine can make drinking water passively a lot easier. Keep your water bottle on you, carry it from room to room, that way its always easily accessible when you're thirsty.

Switch out your regular snacks for something spicy or salty. Get a bowl of pretzels and a glass of water at the same time and you'll find yourself drinking it with ease. Potato chips, lays, fries or salted nuts are all great options.

If you cant find yourself able to replace your regular beverage with water, challenge yourself to drink a glass of water before you have one. Keep water bottles (plastic or reusable) next to your regular drink in the fridge so you remember to grab both. Another quick way to get some added hydration is adding extra ice to what you usually drink. About 8 cubes is a cup of water!

Always get a glass of water before bed so you have something to sip on, and in case you wake up feeling thirsty. Its a good habit to also get a glass of water right when you wake up. Thats already knocked two glasses out of the way for the day.

Another great idea as a passive, unscheduled reminder, is to drink water every time you use the bathroom. Theres no shame in leaving your water bottle in there as a gentle reminder when you walk in.

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Most importantly, more important than drinking 8 glasses of water a day, is to be gentle with yourself. Its okay if you struggle with drinking even one glass a day. Just trying to take small steps in the right direction takes a lot of strength. Try some of these tips out, even if you don't think they'll work for you. Who knows, one might change your relationship with water before you know it!

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viking-raider · 2 years

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So excited!! Plant Nanny 2 apparently updated to get new greenhouse themes!! I just got Machu Picchu in the one I completed, and a Llama to go with it! Also learned, I have 120 plants in my greenhouse!

I also have more than 2,125+ cups of water tracked! (I've done 6 more plants, which is two greenhouses, since I took this shot.)

#Plant Nanny #Plant Nanny 2 #Water Tracker #Water #water intake #stay hydrated

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joekeeryswife · 2 years

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Co-Parents - J.Q

did i have a dream about this? yes. am i writing this because i had the dream? also yes. i added extra bits so not everything is from my dream and this is SUPER LONG so enjoy loves <3 (also his smile in this gif makes me *die*) part 2

you and Joseph had two beautiful daughters. Lockie who was 4 and Penelope who had just turned eight months old. you and Joseph split up just before Penelope was born, obviously that wasn't what you thought would happen when you were 9 months pregnant and was about to pop but you had been fighting too much and that led to the break up. he was there for the birth and you'd hoped it wouldn't be awkward and luckily it wasn't. he came and picked you up from your house and was just as nice as he was when you had Lockie.

you and him were both heartbroken. you hated that your babies would live in a broken home so when you decided it was best to co-parent with Joseph, you thought it would be best if you had the kids saturday-tuesday and Joseph had them wednesday-friday.

luckily, Lockie loved the arrangement. she would see both her parents equal amounts of time each week, meaning neither one of them would miss out. Penelope on the other hand hated the hand over. she was a big mummy's girl and hated leaving you. she got over it when she finally got to Joseph's apartment but the drive there was filled with her sobs as she called out for you. each time you had to say goodbye to your babies, it crushed you.

it was Tuesday evening, the day Joseph picked up the girls. you'd put both Lockie and Penelope in the bath, watching the two splash around with the bubbles and rubber ducks. you washed their hair, well, Lockie's hair, and Penelope's baby hairs, their outfits luckily already picked out on your bed. you heard your phone next to you ring, seeing Joseph's name pop up on the screen. you wiped your hands on the towel next to you and answered.

"hello?" you said, keeping an eye on the two. "i'm outside, are you home?" he said, looking around the front of the house, seeing your car was in the driveway. "oh yes sorry, the keys under the plant pot, i lost track of time. let yourself in" you said, Putting your hands out to help Lockie stand up out of the bath. you said your goodbyes, your phone falling on the floor as you tried to multi task but failed horribly.

you quickly put on Lockie's duck robe, drying her quickly before tying it up and putting the hood over her head before turning to Penelope, who was showing your the biggest grin, her three baby teeth showing. her arms reached out to you, giving you a better grip to pick her up, also placing a duck robe around her, giving her multiple kisses in her neck making her laugh. you heard Lockie open the bathroom door and run out, hearing footsteps walk up the stairs.

"daddy" she said, running to him with open arms. he picked her up and wrapped his arms around her waist, her arms around his neck. "hi locks, you smell lovely" he said, walking towards her bedroom. "i missed you" she said, her head still in his neck. "i missed you too, are you excited? we are going to see nanny tomorrow" he said, acknowledging your presence, seeing Penelope in your arms, watching him and Lockie.

"hi angel" he said, taking her from your arms. he was holding both girls, talking to them. "Joseph the clothes are in my bedroom if you want to take them in there" you said, making him turn around to look at you. he nodded and listened to Lockie speak. "i'm so excited to see nanny. i went to nursery today and Anna let me play with her dollies" she said as he entered your bedroom, you following close behind.

"wow really? she seems kind" he said, sounding interested as he put the two girls on your bed. you were silent as you helped Penelope get dressed into her pyjamas, putting her baby hairs into a 'ponytail' on top of her head with a nylon hair band. she giggled when she saw Joseph make a funny face to Lockie as he helped her get dressed next to you, making you smile. moments like this made you wish you hadn't split up. your feelings for Joseph never went away, you felt nervous when you were around him, your cheeks heating up most of the time when you both spoke.

once both girls were dressed, you picked up Penelope and walked to her bedroom, grabbing her bag which was by the bed and then her teddy and baby blanket which she took every time she would go to Joseph's apartment. she clung onto you like she was afraid you'd disappear at any moment, making your hug her tightly, not tight enough you'd hurt her, but a tight hug so she knew you were there and loving her.

you walked out to see Joseph and Lockie waking down the stairs, her bag on Joseph's shoulder and her toy in his hand. you followed, feeling sad you were now saying goodbye which you hated. Penelope had been a lot more clingy over these past three days she'd been with you, making you worry that she'd be a lot worse than she usually was. you were right. as soon as you put her down to say goodbye to Lockie, her face scrunched up, tears flowing freely down her cheeks.

Joseph picked her up, rocking her in his arms as you finished saying goodbye to Lockie and stood up, seeing her face was red and already covered in tears. "alright P, calm down love" you said, taking her from Joseph's hold. she wrapped her arms around your neck, sobbing. Joseph watched the scene unfold, sad that his daughter was crying because she was leaving you. he hated this as well. he hated the fact that he would usually go home to an empty apartment, the thoughts of how things used to be surrounding his mind.

you kissed Penelope's head and then rested your head on top of hers, closing your eyes as you rocked back and forth trying to calm her down. with her screams only getting louder, Joseph put down Lockie's bag and walked over, rubbing his hand up and down Penelope's back. "do you want me to take her and you help locks into the car?" he asked, watching as you opened your eyes to look at him. you sighed and nodded your head, handing Penelope over to Joseph, picking up the bags from the floor and taking ahold of Lockie's hand.

the poor four year old was used to this. her baby sister hated leaving you and she would hear her sons every time. "mama, why did you and daddy break up?" she asked as you strapped her into her car seat. your eyes widened as she spoke. for a four year old, Lockie was very smart, she used her manners, she was kind to others and she's already reading with you when you read her a bedtime story. "i don't know sweetheart" you said, looking at her, still hearing the sobs coming from inside the house.

Lockie watched as Joseph walked out the house, a sobbing Penelope head out of his chest, looking around for you. "i'll see you on Friday night darling. you be good for daddy okay?" you said, kissing her lips before kissing her forehead and closed the car door gently. Joseph walked to you, Penelope's hands immediately go out so you can grab her. "i tried but it just made it worse. i'm sorry" he said, handing her over to you. you shook your head, and bounced Penelope in your arms again.

"it's okay" you said, watching him nod before walking around to the drivers seat. "come on sweetheart it's alright. i'll see you Friday" you said, her arms gripping tighter around your neck. your eyes filled with tears as you kept listening to the sobs of your baby, the poor thing didn't want to leave you. "Joseph i'll put her in her car seat and just drive off, she'll hopefully fall asleep in the car" you said, walking around to his side, opening the back door.

you kissed her on the forehead softly before you put her in her car seat. her sobs grew louder as a few tears rolled down your face. you hated hearing your babies cry and this cry from Penelope was a lot worse than the others. "i'm sorry sweetheart, i know" you said, finally getting her all strapped in. "mama why are you crying?" Lockie said, making Joseph turn around to you. "i'm fine love, i'll see you friday" you said, kissing Penelope on her forehead and quickly closed the door. Joseph watched as you walked to the house, a hand reaching up to your face to undoubtedly wipe the tears.

"daddy why was mama crying?" Joseph heard through the loud sobs still coming from Penelope. "i don't know sweetheart" he said, going around the roundabout as he spoke. "do you think mamas okay?" she asked, hoping you were okay. "she'll be fine bubs" he said, smiling at her through the rear view mirror.

she nodded her head and looked out the window, Penelope's sobs calming down a bit but not stopping. Joseph finally arrived at his apartment a few minutes later, walking around to Lockie's side first as she could walk, he helped her out of her car seat and then walked around to Penelope's side. she still had tears rolling down her face when he opened the door. "oh sweetheart it's alright. is daddy that bad?" he joked knowing she wouldn't understand. she lent her head in his chest, small hiccups coming from her every so often.

"dada" she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck as he got the bag from the boot. "i'm here sweetheart. it's alright" he said, kissing her forehead softly. she closed her eyes, tired from all the crying she had done in the 20 minute journey home. she sniffed as he put both bags over his shoulder then grabbed ahold of Lockie's hand. they walked to the lift, Joseph pressing the button to take them to his floor. "daddy" Lockie said, looking up at him. he looked down at her and smiled. "yes Lockie" he said, running a hand through her brunette curls.

"why did you and mama break up?" she questioned. she's asked the same question to you and now she was asking him. "well. me and mama had a few arguments love. sometimes when people love each other they argue and this one argument just crumbled the relationship sweetheart" he said, smiling sadly at her. they reached the floor and walked out of the lift, walking down to where the apartment was.

"do you love mama?" she asked, waiting for him to open the front door. he froze for a moment before speaking up. "of course i do. i never stopped" he said, opening the door for her to walk in. he shut the door and put the bags by the front door, quickly taking Penelope to the crib which was in his room. he kissed her forehead softly, putting the blanket over her and her teddy next to her before walking out of the room, leaving the door slightly open.

he saw Lockie, sat on the sofa, the tv playing 'hey duggee'. "you can watch this for a bit before you go to bed. are you hungry or did mama already feed you?" he asked, sitting down next to her. "mama fed us" she said, too engrossed in the tv to realise he was running his hand through her hair. after her watching tv for a bit, Joseph saw her yawn, meaning she was tired.

"alright sweetheart time for bed" he said, standing up, putting his arms out so he could pick her up. she rested her head on his shoulder, head falling to his neck as he walked to the little spare bedroom that only she used. he opened the bed covers and laid her gently on the bed. "daddy i need muffin" she said, taking about the toy rabbit she's had since she was born. he nodded his head and walked out the room quickly, jogging to the front door where muffin was sat on top of the bag.

"here he is" he said as he entered the bedroom again. he put the toy next to her and tucked her in before kissing her forehead. "night sweetheart" he said, kissing her cheek before walking out the room, leaving the door ajar again. he went to the living room and sat down on the sofa. lonely. again. he went on his phone, seeing two messages from you.

"how's the girls? are they sleeping?"

"sorry about earlier, i should have bathed them earlier, you would have for home quicker"

he smiled slightly, seeing you upset earlier hurt his feelings. he hated seeing anyone cry, especially you. he sent a quick reply back, easing your thoughts as you sat on the sofa, waiting for his reply. "girls are fine, Lockie's asleep in the spare room and Penelope's in her crib in my room. and don't apologise, the drive home was fine. i hope you're okay, saw you crying". he knew he shouldn't have brought it up but the thought of you crying, he hated.

"no i'm okay, i just didn't like seeing her cry. i'll see you friday" you said, ending the conversation and heading to bed. you were alone. usually you would be sat in bed, watching a series or a film but tonight you just went straight to bed, missing your babies per usual.

Friday rolled around quicker than you expected. you'd did all the jobs you usually do when the girls are away like the food shopping, cleaning the house and going to work. it was 5pm and they would be here any minute. you were sat on the sofa, impatiently waiting for the knock at the door.

when you finally heard it, you walked quickly to the door, opening it to see a smiling Lockie and a very tired looking Penelope. "mama i missed you" Lockie said, jumping into your arms. her arms wrapped around your neck, legs around your waist. you placed your arm under her bum and your other hand on her head, holding you close to her.

"i've missed you too, did you have fun?" you asked, making her nod her head profusely. you kissed her head before putting her down, your arms reaching for Penelope who had her pink dummy in her mouth. she saw you, face lighting up once she saw you, a huge smile grew. "hi angel, are you okay?" you asked, taking her out of Joseph's arms and pulling her into yours. "mama" she said, arms tightening around you. you kissed her forehead and looked at Joseph who was smiling at you.

"come in?" you said, moving out the way for him to come in. he shook his head no, your heart sunk when he did that. "my mum and dad are at mine, can't leave them there for too long" he said, seeing your facial expression. "daddy please come in, tell mama what we did please" Lockie pleaded, her brown eyes, which she inherited from Joseph, wide as she did her signature pleading face which worked almost every time.

he sighed before nodding his head, giving in to the face. he walked in, placing the bags by the front door and followed you into the living room. you all sat down on the sofa, Penelope playing with your hair as Lockie spoke. "daddy, tell mama what we did. mama we saw nanny and grandad" she said, excitement laced in her voice.

"yeah, they came down yesterday and we went to the zoo" he said, scratching the back of his head. you looked at him and smiled, you knew not many dads or mums in a split relationship took care of their kids properly but Joseph was definitely proving those people that there were still parents out there, no matter what, that he still cared and adored his kids.

Lockie suddenly got up from the sofa and ran to the bag where she showed you the toy monkey she'd gotten. "mama look, nanny bought this for me and P got a lion. isn't it cute?" she said, showing you the toy monkey which still had the tag on it. "isn't so cute locks. did you enjoy seeing nanny and grandad?" you asked as she sat next to you. "i did, P didn't cry once mama, she only cried on the way home and that was it" she informed you, making you giggle slightly.

Penelope still had her hand in your hair, she was watching your face. you turned to her, smiling at her rosy cheeks and disheveled baby hairs. "right, i think it's best for me to go, i can't keep my parents waiting" Joseph said, standing up from the sofa. "no daddy please stay. i want you to stay" Lockie said, clinging onto his knee before he started to walk towards the door. she did the most convincing eyes on him, hoping her daddy would finally stay and not leave her like every other time. he shook his head and sighed, pulling her arms off his legs as he walked to the door.

"no locks, im sorry love but not this time" he said as you all followed him to the door. "no daddy. please stay here, i don't want you to go" she said, bottom lip quivering as sadness filled her body. she missed when he would stay at home with you and her and not have to leave her. she loved you but she missed when you guys where a family.

"no sweetheart i'm sorry. please don't cry" he said, seeing her lip quivering still. he knelt down so she could hug him, which she did, arms wrapping around his neck as she said her goodbyes. once she pulled away, Joseph stood up and she ran and hid behind your leg. you passed Penelope to Joseph, allowing her to say goodbye. you felt Lockie dig her face more into your leg when Joseph handed Penelope back to you. you let your left arm fall and run it through her hair.

"i'll see you later" you said, giving him a smile. he nodded and took one last look at Lockie, who turned her head away from him, making his heart clench. he sighed before nodding, sending you a quick smile before turning away to walk to his car. his journey home was filled with his mind telling him two different things. 1- why doesn't he just tell you how he feels so his family can finally be back together. 2- what if you rejected him? he'd never be able to look at you ever again.

he arrived home, his parents still in his flat. "you're home early" his mum said, her thick, scouse accent filling the house. he nodded his head and sat down next to her. "i knew you guys where here and i wanted to get back before you left" he said, his mum shook her head as his dad came back from the kitchen. "you're an idiot. why didn't you spend time with your family? we would have waited for you to get back before we left" she said, sighing at her sons stupidity.

"mum, me and y/n aren't together anymore. why would i stay there?" he asked, looking at his mum. one thing his mum knew about her son was that he still loved you. he loved you with his whole heart and the fact that you weren't together anymore broke his heart. "well, you think about your feelings and we are going. i'll come see you soon love" his mum said, saying their goodbyes before leaving him. alone in his apartment. again. his mind went to Lockie, seeing her almost cry from him leaving you guys. the way she turned away from him when he looked at her.

you were sat on the sofa watching Despicable Me with Lockie, Penelope asleep on your chest. Lockie was on your left side, your arm wrapped around her as she cuddled into you. your hand rubbed up and down Penelope's back, your other running through Lockie's hair. Gru voice filled the living room until a the knock at the door pulled both of your attentions away. you looked at Lockie before standing up, your arm securely wrapping around Penelope's back, Lockie following close behind you.

you opened the door, seeing Joseph standing there. his cheeks turned red once he saw you. "uhh hi" he said nervously, you smiled at him and heard Lockie speak up. "daddy you're back" she said, arms wrapping around his leg, the sadness from earlier long forgotten. he run a hand through her hair before looking back up at you. "y/n. i love you" he said, looking directly in your eyes. you were shocked. Joseph was the one who ended the relationship and here he was confessing his feelings for you, again.

"mama daddy loves you. say something" Lockie said, looking up at you. you quickly looked down at her then back up at Joseph. you sucked in a breath before leaning in, kissing him on the lips for the first time in months. he kissed back, hands going to your cheeks. you both heard a squeal coming from Lockie. you pulled away, careful of sleeping Penelope in your arms. you both had a light blush that covered your cheeks, nerves filling your body. "does this mean daddy can stay here instead of leaving?" Lockie said, looking between the two of you. Joseph looked at you, a wide smile spread a roos your face. "i guess it does." you said, making Joseph's smile widen. he finally had his family back.

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reallyromealone · 1 year

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BONTEN MASTERLIST 2

I hit 100 links on the first one--

mornings ☁️🍼

Cute nanny 💖🌟☁️

Kidnapped ☁️🍼

Surprise, I'm pregnant A.B.O 🔪☁️💖🌟

Arguments 🌟☁️🔪💖

"we want that one" A.B.O 💖☁️🌟🔪?

New job ☁️🍼

Bonten hybrid au 💖☁️🌟⚠️

Veggies ☁️🍼

School meetings 4 a.b.o 🔪☁️🌟💖

Femboy daydreams 💖🌟☁️

Assistant ☁️🌟💖abo

Uncanny...4? 💖🌟☁️

Aftercare special 💖🌟☁️

Sit still! A.b.o 💖☁️🌟

Therapy 🌟💖🔪 a.b.o

Hobbies 🍼🔪☁️

Neglect 🔪🍼

Forgotten birthday 💖🔪🌟

Classmates 💖🌟☁️

Forgotten pills alternative ending 🌟🔪🔪🔪🔪

Cheater 🔪 teen reader

Migraines 💖☁️🌟

Plants 🌟☁️💖

Happy baby ☁️🍼

Allergies 🍼☁️🔪

Caught ☁️

Father's day 🍼☁️

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sukunasdirtylaugh · 6 months

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tags: ghost!gojo x f!reader, post manga, alternative au where the worst but not the worst happens, reader has a slight fear of cats, reader is an art therapist for satoru's nephew, loosley inspired by "would that I" by hozier <3 a/n: this is untitled, but if people like it, I'd love to write another piece. I've had this idea for several weeks now, so I'm glad to have written something out of it. this piece is just self-indulgent and it feels like a prologue to something if that makes sense. part 2

You don't think you've ever known peace like this, the cool fall breeze causing your hair to gently brush over your shoulders while the leaves rustle, from a distance, the wind chimes ring with no rush, no sense of time seemingly passes in the air.

"you should probably head inside Hotaru, it's cold," you sweetly tell the five-year-old in front of you, adjusting his hat so that his ears are covered from the breeze. it was nearly 6, dinnertime, and your tutoring hours with the gojo clan member were now over.

his nanny watches you from the distance as she holds the door, opening it slightly so that the boy knows his time with you is over, but you can't help but to feel thankful she has given you an extra moment with the boy.

"why don't wanna eat with us?" he asks, and the pout on his lips is nearly enough to break your heart.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," you cup his cheek, "but only your family gets to eat dinner. I have my own home to get to too, but I promise when I come back we can have that picnic I promised you, yes?"

"only if you promise to bring your teddy with mine," he sniffles, and you want to smile at his negotiation skills, but the sniffles he makes reminds you once again how sensitive the boy was to the cold.

"alright, fine," you give him a warm smile, ushering him to walk towards the door that stands several feet away. "go, your nanny is waiting for you." and he nods, a small smile planted on his lips before his lips touch your cheek, his rosy, red nose coldly touches your cheek, prompting you to smile.

"bye bye, miss honey," he says, a name he's grown fond of calling you.

"bye bye, sunshine." a name you've warmed to call the child.

the boy then hurries off to his nanny, he excitedly pulls a leaf from the inside of his sweater, and you smile, remembering how you told him it was possible to trace a leaf (just like his hand in the shape of a turkey), and with excitement, the boy disappears into the house, following his nanny.

no more than 3 minutes pass before the woman, whom you guess is in her early 50's, approaches you. her grey hairs begin to reach the tips of her ears, and the wrinkles around her eyes adjust as she smiles, carrying a mug. you wonder if you'll be lucky to have wrinkles like that one day.

"he seemed excited," she muses, sitting next to you, handing you the mug.

"thank you,''

"he says you taught him how to draw a turkey using his hand. I've never seen a boy that excited since-"

"...since?" you politley whisper, catching her pause.

"nevermind," she smiles at you. "he just reminds me of a boy I used to babysit years ago, his uncle."

"oh,"

she nods, "you're welcome to stay here for the night if you'd like. I hear it might rain,"

"it's only a 50% chance, so I think I'll be fine." you chuckle nervously, "but thank you. can I... can I stay here? just for a few more minutes?"

hotaru's nanny looks beyond the garden, a nearby tree that you would always read under with hotaru tucked to your side makes her smile weakly. "of course, she says, take your time. let me know if you'll be staying with us for the night, it's never too late if you do." and in a moment, she gracefully bids you goodbye before heading in, leaving you alone in the garden.

you sigh, taking in a sip of the warm chamomile tea she brought you. the gojo clan was always a mystery to you, but working here for nearly 5 months definitely confirmed that the gojo's were always hiding something. it was just that you weren't a curse user, just a girl with above average matrilineal intuition.

there was always something special about hotaru, you realized instantly after meeting him that he carried a certain 'aura' to him. you tried to justify if with the fact that his family concealed his exposure to the world, but when hotaru would murmur soft words as he colored, or drew a picture of a man with white hair holding his hand (both smiling), you asked him who is that?

's my uncle, the boy told you, he comes visit me when no one's around.

there. that seemed to be the missing piece all along. not the fact that hotaru's mother was too sick to see her son, or the fact that his dad was always out for meetings, it was that the boy was connected to a family member that long passed.

so you let it go, not making a big deal out of it even though your brain itched to know more. does he see him? what does he tell him? is he safe? you wondered to yourself that day, but you would later find out that yes, he does see him and yes, he is safe. the boy does as much to tell you nearly everything he knows, and for that you are grateful to have his trust.

"my uncle says I should play with other kids, instead," he tells you one day, "papa says no, but I tell (uncle) that I have you,"

"oh, and what does he say?"

"nothing," the boy answers simply.

"does he... what does he think of me?"

"he just says to do a good job around you. says coloring is fun,''

you hum, nodding in thought. for the last month, hotaru was slightly more distracted. although he was doing a tremendous job in your art sessions, as his art therapist you couldn't help but wonder if his occasional absent mindedness had anything to do with the presence of his uncle.

but tonight, everything felt different.

"I can feel you're around," you say, loud enough for the trees to hear, but quiet enough to not cause any commotion. "you've been watching us for some time, and I know it." setting your cup of tea down, you focus your gaze on the tree, as if something were there. but that didn't feel quite right. something in the energy was not quite right.

to your left, you suddenly jump from your seat as a white cat passes by your feet, and you nearly shriek, startled. you weren't exactly fond of cats, but you didn't despise them. if you could always avoid them, you would, but being around them slightly made you self-conscious as you were scratched by one when you were younger, forming a mistrust around them.

with a slight huff and nod to yourself, you call it a night, standing up and leaving behind the mug of tea. from a distance, satoru watches as you make your way past the gates of the garden and he half snickers, half watches you in interest before the white cat slowly circles him. "aw, you scared her, didn't you mochi?"

the cat meows lazily, moments before yawning and taking a seat next to satoru who watches you from the same tree he also sat in when you read to hotaru.

#gojo #satoru #maybe I'll delete this later?#gojo satoru x reader #jjk #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jujustu kaisen #gojo headcanons #satoru gojo #jjk gojo #jjk satoru #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen gojo satoru #jjk x reader #hozier does it again thank you my king for the inspo

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daddy-dins-girl · 3 months

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Kindred - Chapter Six

My Main Masterlist Series Masterlist AO3 link

pairing: Maxwell Lord x f!Reader (Nanny)

Word Count: 4.4k

Chapter summary: You and Maxwell have some decisions to make regarding your future, both in your personal and professional relationships together.

Chapter warnings: 18+ MDNI. Sub!Maxwell. goodboy!Maxwell. Light dom/sub. Unprotected p in v sex. Creampie. Oral sex (m and f receiving). Orgasm delay/denial. Praise kink. Idiots in love. As per the last 5 chapters, this is porn with plot.

Notes: sorry this took so long, lol. I'm trying to wrap up this story.. prob 1 or maybe 2 more chapters to go.

You slowly blink into consciousness, the lingering scent of sex and Maxwell invading your senses and a happy little smile pulls at your lips. You stretch your limbs out and immediately feel the repercussions of last night; a delicious soreness between your legs that you haven’t felt in longer than you care to admit. Max had definitely surprised you with his stamina. You assume the weeks of built-up anticipation and teasing and wanting definitely played a part in the marathon status that your love-making had taken on last night. Max was insatiable to the point where even after you’d gone to sleep it wasn’t long before he’d woken you up again, ready and eager for you.

“Baby?” You had whispered groggily into your pillow. You could feel Max behind you, his desire for you pressed up against your ass while his mouth trailed kisses along the side of your throat and his hands were seemingly everywhere, smoothing over the warm skin of your shoulders, sides, breasts and stomach leaving trails of goosebumps on your skin in their wake.

A desperate whine leaves his lip as he nuzzles into the juncture of where your neck meets your shoulder “Angel, please”

“Mmm, what do you need baby” you ask, a little breathless as he plants a kiss there before he begins to suck and a moan escapes your lips, your arm coming up behind you so you can wrap it around his head and hold him close.

In fairness you had told him earlier that you wouldn’t mind being woken up by his neediness for you so despite your exhaustion, you were feeling generous. Not to mention you could already feel the wetness seeping from your core so you’re not sure how long he’s been at it, but Max already has you worked up enough to want to go another round. Sleep be damned.

“Need you, Sweetheart” he answers, gently turning you by your shoulder so you’re facing him and then his mouth crashes into yours, tongue invading you instantly and swallowing down your little gasp of surprise. “Can I make you cum, please?” he mumbles between kisses and warmth travels through your body down to your lower belly at an alarming rate at how ravenous Max is for you.

“Hmmm, since you’ve been such a good boy,” you begin teasingly, pushing him down on his back and swinging a leg over him so you’re sitting on his stomach, caging him in on all sides. “I’ll let you choose” you continue, a playful glint in your eye and Max swallows the hard lump in his throat but otherwise stays silent, waiting for you to continue.

“Do you want me to cum in your pretty mouth?” You ask seductively, running your fingertips along his bottom lip before pushing two inside and he moans as he sucks them into the warm heat of his mouth.

“Or, on your fingers” you continue, removing your hand from his mouth to grab his and suck his own digits between your lips before swirling your tongue around them.

“Oh fuck” Max whimpers weakly.

“Or…” you trail off and then push your hips back until your sex brushes against Max’s hard length and he groans. “I could cum on this big hard cock” you tease, gently pushing back and forth so his erection rubs through your slick folds.

“Oh my God” Max groans, hands flying to your hips to help you rock against his aching need for you.

“Baby, that feels so good” you whimper when he angles you in such a way that the tip of his cock collides into your clit with every push of your hips. You lean down over his body, keeping up your slow rocking but place your mouth on his right nipple, swirling the tip of your tongue around it and his body jerks slightly.

“Oh, is my baby sensitive there?” You giggle and he hums and nods his head affirmatively. Given that little tidbit of information you waste no time, landing your mouth on the perked little bud and then pulling it gently between your teeth before releasing it and soothing over it with a broad lick of the flat of your tongue.

“Oh, Angel, don’t” Max pleads, his thrusts below you getting a little sloppy already and you immediately sit back up and push further back so you’re sitting on the top of his thighs and off of his throbbing cock and he immediately whines at the loss.

“Oh fuck!” Max gasps when your hand comes down to wrap around the base of his shaft and squeeze gently. He jolts up slightly onto his elbows so he can see what you’re doing.

“Don’t you dare cum yet Maxwell” you warn him and his eyes close and his head drops back down to the pillows.

“I’m sorry Angel. Fuck. Fuck, I won’t, I won’t, please” he pleads and he doesn’t even know what he’s begging for, but you love it, having him at your mercy.

“I know baby” you coo, running a hand softly along his cheek. “I’m going to make sure you don’t” you threaten and his eyes nearly roll back into his head at how delighted that actually makes him.

“Fuck, let me be good for you Angel, please” he begs, hands coming down to rest on your hips again before he gently drags you forward to where he wants to feel you. Needs to feel you.

Once in position you lift your hips slightly and grab hold of his member, holding him still and allowing you to sink down on top of his length and you pause for a long moment once you’re bottomed out and sitting on top of him.

“Oh my God” Max’s eyes close again and his head sinks back into the pillows. He’s biting his lip, willing himself not to move because you haven’t told him to yet and his grip on your hips gets a little tighter, his fingertips sinking into your skin hard enough to leave marks.

“Good boy” you praise and reward him by grinding down into him, giving yourself some much needed friction.

“Fuck…” he whimpers so quietly you barely register it.

“You make me feel so good baby” you breathe out in little gasps as you continue to rock your pelvis into his, your hands resting firmly on his chest. The friction, though likely not enough for him, is enough to nearly send you reeling. Your eyes close and your back arches; the muscles tight and strained as you take what you want from him until you're breathless.

“Baby I’m so close” you whine and he takes the queue for what it is and starts pumping his own hips into you, guiding your hips with strong hands to rock into his shallow thrusts.

“Fuck, right there” you cry out and Max doubles his efforts. His hands force your hips down on top of his to hold you still while he pistons into you over and over setting a hard and fast new pace and it’s not long before his name leaves your lips in a strangled cry and you collapse on top of his chest.

“Angel,” Max whimpers, into your hair, his hands back to rocking your hips into his, just slow and gentle now as you float back down to earth. If you had any brain cells left after that you’d be beyond impressed at his restraint to not simply flip you over and have his way with you to get back as good as he gave.

“Baby, oh my god” you let out a heavy sigh as you nuzzle your face further into Max’s throat. One of his hands leaves your hips to come up and rub your lower back instead in small smoothing circles and you let out a little hum of appreciation at his attentiveness.

“Good boy baby” you praise, peppering little kisses to his neck and jaw. “Making me feel so good.”

He’s still hard as a rock inside of you, you can feel the dull throb of his cock pulsing against your fluttering walls that were nearly strangling him a moment ago. Deciding he’s earned it, you push yourself up slightly so you’re face to face and close the last of the distance between you with a press of your mouth to his. Your tongue is hot and insistent as it probes along his and he’s freely moaning into you, eager for your taste. You kiss him until you’re both breathless and panting and forced to pull apart and your mouth moves down his jaw instead and then works its way up the side of his face.

“Take me Maxie” you whisper, breath hot against his ear. “Need you to cum for me baby”

Max doesn’t need to be told twice. He nods his head and thrusts into you from below, hard.

“Oh fuck!” You cry out when he hits perfectly deep inside you. His hands go back to your hips and you sit upright as he brings his legs up behind you so his knees are bent and feet planted on the mattress and he’s able to fuck up into you with hard, deep strokes.

“Feels so good Angel, fuck” Max curses, forehead already beginning to dampen with sweat from his efforts as his hips continue to slam into you.

“You want me to ride this cock baby?” you mewl, timing the lift and drop of your hips which each of his thrusts and his eyes slam shut as he tries to retain his focus.

“Look at me Maxwell” you demand, gripping his chin in your hand and his eyes fly open in an instant, his gaze locked with yours. “I wanna watch you fall apart”

“Yes Angel” he whimpers. “God you’re so beautiful”

He’s completely wrecked beneath you as you continue to bounce up and down on his cock. The veins in his neck are on prominent display as he huffs short little breaths through gritted teeth in an effort to keep his energy up.

“God Max you’re gonna make me cum again” you groan, mouth hanging open and eyes half lidded as they bore into his.

“Please Angel, please cum for me darling” he begs, voice trembling and you know he’s on the verge of losing it but now he’s waiting for you again.

You don’t make him suffer much longer, bringing a hand to your mouth and sucking your fingers into it before you bring them down to where you’re joined and start rubbing small tight circles around the bundle of nerves that demands your attention.

“Oh God, that’s it” Max praises, undoubtedly feeling your walls begin to squeeze down on him again as you work your clit expertly with your fingers as the rush of arousal threatens to flood you once more.

“Oh my God, Baby, I’m cumming ohhhhhh fuckkkkkk” you cry as your release hits you so hard and fast you can feel it gushing out of you and Max is hot on your heels, chasing his own release in time with yours, slamming his hips hard against yours repeatedly a few more times until you feel him filling you up and finally your bodies slow until they’re completely spent and you collapse back on top of him again.

“Sweetheart,” Max heaves a ragged breath before pressing a kiss to your temple. “Fuck you’re so good to me” he sighs, nuzzling his face into your hair.

“Mmm, go to sleep now baby” you hum into his throat, gently maneuvering yourself so he slips out of you and you curl into his side, your body half on top his. You wait until his breathing evens out and you’re sure he’s asleep before you lightly push away from him to get up and use the bathroom and clean yourself up before you slip back into the warm bed again.

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Now with the sun high in the sky and threatening to bleed through the slats of the window coverings you snuggle a little closer to Max, pressing a kiss into his shoulder as your fingertips dance along his chest and he finally begins to rouse, eyes slowly blinking open and a smile crossing his lips when his gaze lands on you still at his side.

“Good morning Angel” he sighs happily. “How are you feeling?”

“Mmm, better now that you’re awake” you giggle, nuzzling your face into his. You pepper little kisses to his cheek, the corner of his mouth and down his jaw before you finally settle into the little juncture where his neck meets his shoulder and breathe in his scent, your arm coming up to lay across his naked chest.

His hand comes down on top of yours, letting your fingers intertwine as he heaves a content little sigh.

“I should get up, make us some coffee” he murmurs and you hum into his throat, nodding your head.

“Coffee… s’nice” you mumble and he laughs.

“Afterwards I’d like to take you to lunch,” he continues. “A business lunch” he clarifies. “I’d like to discuss our professional arrangement, going forward, and what that looks like now with me having Alistair full time, at least for now”

“Oh, a business lunch” you begin teasingly, pulling your hand out of his so you can smooth it down his chest, getting dangerously close to his waistline. “Why Mr. Lord, I’d be happy to discuss our professional relationship” you tease, your hand finally dipping low enough so you can wrap around his semi-hard member and he sucks in a breath.

“Angel, fuck” he hisses through his teeth, head falling back into his pillow.

“There is one job I’m very interested in taking on” you flirt, your hand lazily stroking him as you begin to plant kisses to his throat, his chest, and continue trailing downward, your body slithering down the bed.

“Oh god,” Max sighs, lifting his head up to watch your descent down his body until your face is at his groin. You look up at him through your lashes and hold his gaze as your tongue darts out to lick a long stripe up the underside of his cock, a giggle escaping your lips as his eyes nearly roll back into his head and he falls back into his pillow again. Your mouth moves to his inner thigh, giving him a little nip and his leg jerks before you soothe over it with your tongue and then suck the flesh into your mouth, dangerously close to where he most wants your mouth.

Deciding not to tease him any longer you wrap your lips around him and take him into your throat, feeling him pulse and swell as your tongue swirls around his tip and your mouth swallows him down. Both his hands come to rest at the back of your head, not controlling your movements but just holding you and a wicked grin crosses your lips as a thought strikes you. You reach up with your free hand to one of his at the back of your head and force him to grip onto your hair and begin pushing down against his hand so it forces your head up and down on his cock. He simultaneously groans and whimpers at that and you moan around him, encouraging him. You let go of his hand and hum appreciatively against him when he doesn’t let up the action, forcing himself down your throat with the force of his hand on your head as he bobs you up and down.

“Christ Angel, just like that Sweetheart, fuck” he whines and you can feel that he’s already getting close. You begin to move your hand wrapped around his base to match the pace of your mouth, stroking any part of him that your mouth can’t reach while your tongue and lips assault him and within minutes he’s panting and whimpering above you. His hips begin to rock upward the nearer he gets to his release and you hum a ‘mmm hmm’ of encouragement as you continue to swallow him down, your pace picking up as you sense how close he is.

“Oh, Sweetheart, now, now, now” he warns you, his hand leaving the back of your head but you don’t let up, just double your efforts and take him farther and deeper down your throat and giving him no choice but to spill into your mouth, his hips trembling as you lick and swallow everything he has to give you.

“Oh fuck” he groans, hand coming back to play in your hair as you continue to slowly lick and suck him clean. “Holy shit Angel” he breathes heavily, chest heaving up and down.

You smile around his spent cock and finally release him, placing a little kiss to his tip before you crawl up his body and snuggle back into his side.

“I’ll go make the coffee” you breathe into his ear. “You just take your time, meet me downstairs when you’re ready” you smile before placing a kiss right below his ear.

He whines in protest when your body peels away from his and you slide off the bed, but he’s too spent to do much about it other than half-heartedly reach an arm out in your direction before it flops back onto the mattress. You can’t help but let out a little giggle over how wrecked you made him so quickly but you know you two can’t stay in bed forever, it’s Sunday and Alistair will be home today and there’s a lot to figure out between now and then. You pick up his discarded dress shirt from last night from the floor and slide into it, doing up a few of the middle buttons but foregoing any further clothing items. You can shower and get dressed for the day after you get some caffeine into your system, you decide. You pad out of the bedroom and head down the stairs to get the coffee and the rest of your day with Maxwell started.

What’s left of the morning flies by in a blur. Once he’s had his coffee and gets his energy back up Max had you up on the kitchen counter with his head between your legs for a good twenty minutes, ravaging you until you were left satisfied (twice, thank you very much). And now it’s you that needs to shower while Max takes a few minutes to ensure all the surfaces of the kitchen are cleaned down again after he admittedly got a little carried away with you.

The drive to the nearby restaurant he’s taking you to lunch is spent with his hand wrapped around yours and resting on your thigh while his free hand steers the car. He steals glances at you occasionally and each time you reward him with a shy smile but then playfully admonish him about not watching the road and he regretfully tears his gaze away to focus on driving.

The moment you arrive at the restaurant however he’s all business again. Dropping your hand and not even putting his hand at the small of your back or around your waist as he usually does when he leads you inside and it’s sweet how hard he’s trying to separate your working relationship from your personal one, like he doesn’t want anything that’s going on between the two of you to affect your decisions regarding your employment with him. He wants you to make whatever decisions are best for you, not for what’s most beneficial to him because you happen to be sleeping together. He’s even dressed for a business meeting and you would have maybe laughed at him for it if he didn’t look so damn incredible in his smart dark gray suit complete with a crisp white shirt and deep red tie.

“So, let me start out by saying that obviously, I’d like you to come on full-time to help with Alistair, for however long his mother is away” Max begins once your orders have been placed with the waitress. “But I understand you have your other work and clients of your own and if this isn’t going to work for you then… I don’t know, I’ll figure it out, that will be my problem, not yours. I don’t want to put any pressure on you” he assures you and you slowly nod your head.

“Well I’ve been thinking about it a lot,” you begin, shoulders settling as you hold his hopeful gaze. “I think it’s manageable. There’s a lot I can get done while Alistair is at school during the day and I can space out my salon clients over the whole month rather than cramming them into two weeks like I usually do. I really think I can do this, and I want to do this. For you, for Alistair.”

“Oh you have no idea how relieved I am to hear you say that” Max smiles warmly, a content sigh leaving his lips. “Are you certain though? You want this for you, not just for me?”

“Max, I’m sure” you assure him, stopping yourself just as you’re about to reach across the table and grab his hand. This whole ‘professional lunch’ thing sounded like a novel idea when he told you about it a few hours ago but now you’re beginning to feel the repercussions. It’s like a switch goes off in your brain when you’re alone with Max without Alistair around, a need to be touching him, to be close to him.

“Good” Max nods his head once. “Then we’ll need to discuss your salary,” he begins, his expression growing more serious. You know of course this will be the biggest hurdle for him and you’ve already put a great deal of thought into it. He can barely afford to pay you part time so you’re not sure how he thinks he’s going to be able to swing paying you a full-time salary, especially since you’re only working more because his ex-wife is away, not because he’s suddenly so successful that he needs you full-time. But you know Max and you know he’ll work himself to the bone and do whatever needs to be done to ensure that his son is well cared for which means paying you what he believes you’re due.

“Max just - hear me out” you cut him off before he has a chance to offer his proposal. His mouth closes and he looks at you expectantly, eventually gesturing with his hand for you to go ahead and continue.

“I’ve thought about this a lot and done my own calculations and looked into a few things and… well, if I were to stay full-time and live full-time with you and Alistair then I can sublet my apartment. I have a girlfriend at work at the salon who’s been crashing with her parents since a split with her ex and she’s been dying to get out of there and I’ve already brought up the idea to her and she said she’d be happy to take over the place until I need it back. So I’m going to be saving my monthly rent plus all the utilities, but having an extra person in the house full-time is an expense that you will be taking on so I think my salary should remain the same. I don’t need any more than what you already pay me if I don’t have to pay my rent anymore. Between that salary and the money I’m making on the side I have more than enough for what I need. I’ve actually looked up a few places to compare in case you tried to argue with me and what you’re paying me is actually a little above average for full-time live-in nannies, because I am essentially living for free.”

“Wow, you have thought a lot about this” Max exhales, running a hand through his hair. “You’re a terrible salesperson though, I would have figured out a way to give you more money, you could’ve bled me dry if you wanted. I’m the desperate one after all” he jokes and you let out a genuine laugh.

“Well just call me a fool” you tease back. “You’ll have to teach me a thing or two about negotiating I guess”

“You’re sure that’s an average wage?” He asks to clarify, wanting to be sure and wanting to make sure he does right by you and not taking advantage.

“I can show you the ads if you want, I have them circled in the newspaper at home” you simply shrug and that seems to satisfy him, giving you a quick nod of his head.

“And what about… us? Does it… complicate things?” He asks, insecurity lacing his tone.

“Why Mr. Lord, I thought this was a business lunch?” You tease in an attempt to calm his nerves and it seems to do the trick, he lets out a little laugh and shakes his head.

“Yes I’m breaking my own rules it seems but I just… need to make sure. I don’t want anything to come between us. You mean so much to me, darling,” he admits, hands reaching across the table to take one of yours in both of his.

“Max,” you gush, your free hand coming to rest on top of his and give a gentle squeeze of reassurance. “You mean a lot to me too and I promise I won’t let our professional relationship come between us. I’m not giving you or Alistair up, so you’re just going to have to get used to keeping me around” you smirk and the elated smile he gives you warms your heart.

“Good, good” he breathes in a sigh of relief. “I’m not giving you up either”

“It’s settled then” you beam at him just as the waitress arrives back at the table to set your lunch down.

By the time you get home you know you don’t have a ton of time at your disposal before Alistair’s mother brings him home, but you’re damned determined to make the most of what precious hours you do have with Maxwell all to yourself. The moment you’re back inside the house you’re tugging him by his tie, leading him up the stairs and he obediently follows, hot on your heels (not that he has much choice in the matter, with you all but dragging him behind you with the silkened material wrapped around your fist).

Something tells you you’re not going to mind one bit living full-time with Max.

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