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ripleyresonance · 5 months

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Sweet Enough to Eat

Sugar Mommy Rhea! x OC

Part 2

Happy Holiday's Mosherz. I hope you all made it on the naughty list this year. This is part 1 of a sugar mommy Rhea fic idea I had. Let me know if you want more...it might be ready already...

Cali had always enjoyed the finer things in life.

Her favorite perfume was Vanilla Diorama by Dior. Her favorite weekend getaway was Nicè, France. And she had even had her favorite sakè flown in from Japan on a bi-weekly schedule.

The best part was that she didn’t spend a dime on this lifestyle. It was all thanks to her sugar mommy.

Cali smiled sitting at her vanity and looking at a picture of her “mami” on her vanity. Cali was unsure which state or country she was in right now. Being an international WWE superstar meant she was gone most of the time. And with past sugar mommy’s, Cali had never cared as long as they bought her what she wanted she was happy. But something about this one left this empty feeling inside of her when Rhea left.

It all started a few months ago. Cali was down on her luck in a major way. Her last sugar mommy had ghosted her and she was running low on perfume. It had even been three weeks since she had her nails done. It was a dire situation.

To take her mind off it she went to her favorite bar from college. She knew they had cheap drinks so she put on a baseball cap and sunglasses and just tried to keep your head down and drink the sadness away. By the time she left, she was understandably pretty fucked up. Maybe she was a little too fucked up as she was bent over throwing up on the brick wall next to the building in the ally. She went to sit on the cool pavement as she felt a strong arm hold her up.

“Woah woah easy there beautiful. Don’t want you to sit in this puke puddle.” An Australian accent said to Cali.

Cali giggled as she stood up facing the woman.

“Y-you sound like bluey.” Cali burped.

The woman laughed.

“You would be surprised how often I get that.” She smiled.

“Can I get you an Uber love, you look like it’s been a rough night?” She said frowning a bit.

“Oh, you wouldn’t even believe the half of it! I mean first, she ghosted me and didn’t even leave me enough money to get my nails done last week now look at them.” Cali cried showing the woman her nails.

“Who could ever let such a pretty thing let their nails go undone?!” She said playing along with Cali.

Cali smiled at the woman as her drunk brain thought someone finally understood her problems.

“What’s your address honey?” the woman asked propping her against the wall to grab her phone.

Cali frowned at the woman.

“I don’t wanna go home. It’s not like anyone will be waiting for me.” Cali said making the women pause for a moment. “Did you want to go back to my place?” She offered.

Cali gasped dramatically.

“Are you trying to kidnap me!?” Cali said loudly.

The women panicked.

“NO NO oh god you just looked sad and sounded like you-“ the woman stuttered.

Cali laughed loudly playfully pushing her shoulder. “I’m fucking with you. A sexy buff lady just asked me to come back to her house. I’ll happily be kidnapped.” Cali said putting her hands out in front of her acting ready for cuffs.

The woman chuckled rubbing the back of her neck.

“You going to be a real handful huh?”

“I could be two handfuls if you wanted..” Cali said grabbing her chest and making the woman laugh.

“C'mon then my car is around the corner she said grabbing Cali’s hand to guide her. It was warm and grounding, enough for her to realize.

“Wait wait wait,” Cali said making the woman stop to face her.

“I’m about to go home with you but I don't even know your name. I mean not like I haven't hooked up with someone before not knowing their name” Cali said.

The woman thought for a moment before touching Cali's chin lightly.

“ We are not doing anything tonight in the state you are in besides getting you a new outfit. You can call me Rhea…what can I call you?” Rhea said her voice low.

“Shit with that voice you can call me whatever you like.” Cali felt her face heat up. “But my friends call me Cali”.

“Well…Cali, shall we go home?”

The next thing Cali knew she was opening her eyes to a bull terrier licking her face.

She shot up in a bed that was not hers as a woman ran in the door.

“Oh shit I am so sorry I wanted to let you sleep in. Barry DOWN off the bed.” the woman snapped as the dog ran off.

Cali looked at the woman momentarily as last night flooded back to her. She remembered her picking her off of the sidewalk, going back to her place…throwing up on her-

“Oh, my god.” Cali said “I just remembered…I am so sorry!” She went to move from the bed until she realized she had no clothes on.

Cali looked mortified as Rhea quickly reassured her.

“We didn't do anything! After you threw up on me I went to go shower and I came back to you naked and laying on my bed so I threw the blanket on you and went to sleep on the couch” Rhea said frantically.

“I- oh my god.” is all Cali could say putting her head in her hands.

“Hey hey we all have had those days, trust me,” Rhea said leaning down next to her and placing a glass of water and ibuprofen on the nightstand.

“You have woken up naked in a stranger's bed after she picked you up out of your own puke?” Cali said peeking out of her hands.

“Well…no,” Rhea admitted causing Cali to groan and fall over.

Rhea laughed going to her closet to grab Cali some clothes.

“Here you can take a shower real quick and throw on these clothes, I will make us some coffee.” Rhea smiled before leaving Cali alone.

As Cali showered all she could do was die of embarrassment remembering the night before. Did she call A total stranger a “sexy buff lady?”. On top of that strip naked and lay on her bed. Cali had to get out of there quickly but after walking out to the kitchen she was hit with the smell of toast.

“There you are sunshine, I got coffee and some toast, the hangover breakfast of champions.”

Rhea sat the food on her kitchen island before Cali as she just stared at the woman.

“Why are you being so nice to me…” Cali said quietly. Rhea looked at the woman with soft eyes.

“Last night you told me you didn't want to go home…you said no one was waiting there..and I don't think anyone should feel that way…especially not someone as beautiful as you are.”

Rhea mumbled the last part as Cali blushed taking a seat and drinking a sip of coffee.

“So did you just break up with your partner then?” Rhea questioned as she leaned against the counter sipping a cup of her coffee.

“Oh no, I haven't dated in…a long time.” Cali laughed

Rhea cocked her eyebrow.

“Sorry you mentioned someone was paying for your nails and perfume so I assumed,” Rhea said

Cali groaned internally thinking how she was about to explain to this kind stranger that she just gets sugar mommies to buy her things. She should have just lied but the ibuprofen was taking longer than she wanted to kick in.

“I uh…people like to buy me those things sometimes,” Cali said avoiding eye contact.

Rhea had a devious smile across her face.

“Are you a sugar baby?” Rhea questioned.

Cali signed looking at Rhea.

“Okay okay let me explain I started back in college and it was super easy and I started getting used to all the gifts and attention and-” Cali rambled.

“Hey hey, no judgment from me..It's not like you are scamming people. They just like giving you what you want, and I see why.” Rhea smirked.

Cali looked confused as Rhea set her cup down standing in front of Cali grabbing her hand. “You were right last night. I cannot believe someone would let you have your nails grown out this much. I would let you change them multiple times a week if that was what you wanted.

Cali stared at her shaking her head and laughing.

“Okay okay poke fun of me all you want thank you for the breakfast,” Cali said getting up as Rhea as Rhea pulled her hand again.

“I’m being serious…Cali.” Rhea said.

“My job has me flying everywhere, I am rarely here at home and it would be nice to have someone to come home to when I am back Maybe even fly out sometimes.” Rhea smiled.

Cali blinked a couple of times trying to process what Rhea was saying.

“… I’m sorry but do you remember me puking on you less than twenty-four hours ago? Why in the fuck would you want to be my sugar mommy.” Cali said highly confused.

“Because Cali I find you…interesting, and I want to find out why,” Rhea said lightly kissing the inside of Cali’s wrist making her blush.

As the offer hung in the air Cali’s mind raced at the unexpected turn of events. Rhea offered to go get her nails fixed she couldn't help but feel a sort of tension in the air…Cali did not know if it was all in her head or what but she could have sworn that kiss to her wrist was more romantic than transactional.

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wwilsonbarness · 1 year

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all yours

pairings: Bucky Barnes x y/n reader

summary: you show Bucky the fanfic you found about him and he likes it

warnings: fluff, slight mention of smut, bucky and reader poke fun at some fanfic but this in no way reflects my feelings :)

word count: 2008

a/n: AHHH my heart can’t handle soft Bucky!! I love him so much

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You quickly sent Bucky a text letting him know you were about to leave, he had just gotten back from a 2 week long mission and you had offered to pick him up knowing he would be exhausted. The compound was only a 20 minute drive from the apartment you and Bucky recently moved into after a year of dating. Part of you still couldn’t believe you were dating the Bucky Barnes, the man you had only heard bad things about on the news, people labelling him as a murderer, a bad guy with a troubled past. It only took spending a few minutes with him to realise he was anything but a bad guy. Yes, he had a past but doesn’t everyone?

Traffic was a bit heavier than you expected meaning it took just over half an hour to reach the compound, pulling up you see Bucky and Sam arguing like always, they pretended to hate each other but you knew they actually saw each other as one of their closest friends. When you get out of your car and walk over to them you realise what they are arguing about, yet again.

“I should sit in the front next time Sam, it’s only fair”

“How is it fair Bucky? Tell me how it is fair?” Sam argued back.

“Because I” Bucky paused, trying to come up with a reason as to why he shouldn't be forced to be squished in the back seat of the car when he and Sam are on their missions. “Just because I-” before he could continue Sam bursts into a fit of laughter.

This was when you reached them, “what are you two arguing about now?” you ask, whilst playfully rolling your eyes.

“Doll” Bucky says as he pulls you in for a hug, “I missed you”

“I missed you too Buck, how was your mission?” you ask both him and Sam.

Sam is first to answer, “All smooth sailing, but thank god it’s over, I don’t know how you put up with him y/n”

“He’s not that bad” you say back to him, whilst chuckling. “Are you ready to go? I thought we could stop for some pizza on the way home?”

“Yeah, let’s go doll”

“Sam, you wanna join?”

“Thanks y/n but I gotta get inside, Bucky’s left me with all the paperwork”

“Sam, I do the paperwork all the time”

“Yeah yeah”

You can’t help but laugh at them going back and forward with each other, especially with what you read earlier. Somehow you had stumbled across fanfics about your boyfriend, and you couldn’t help but read them, one of them had Bucky and Sam’s friendship written to a tee.

You and Bucky say goodbye to Sam before heading back to your car. The drive home was quiet, but this wasn’t unusual, Bucky usually used this time to mentally recover from the mission he’s been on and you understood that. You made a quick pit stop to pick up the pizza you had agreed to have for dinner and continued driving home.

When you get home you put your favourite show on and both settle into the sofa to eat together. Bucky finished his food a lot quicker than you, he’d mostly likely been eating less than he needed whilst away.

Once he finished his food he cuddled up next to you, “I missed you” he plants a kiss on your shoulder between his words.

“I missed you too baby” Again you tried to hide your laughter, but for a different reason this time. Every story you read had Bucky written out to be this ‘tough guy’ but the truth was he was the complete opposite. He took every chance he could to cuddle with you, normally shrinking himself as small as he could. He was a softie at heart, especially when he was at home with you.

He waits for you to finish your pizza before laying his head into your lap. “You okay Buck?”

He doesn’t say anything but attempts to nod his head. It wasn’t unusual for him to be like this the day he came home from a mission, he needed time to get back into the right mindset and he would always be grateful to you for understanding that.

You continue to rub your fingers through his hair until the credits begin on the TV, “You wanna go to bed?”

“I'm just gonna quickly shower then I'll be through, okay?”

You give him a quick kiss before replying, “Okay baby”

Whilst Bucky is in the shower you clean up the rubbish from dinner and pack away your leftovers, cold pizza was Bucky’s favourite breakfast so you saved some for him.

When you come through to your bedroom Bucky is still in the shower, you quickly change into your pyjamas before getting under the covers. To pass time you pick up your phone, intending to probably open tiktok and watch more cat videos that have taken over your feed. But, when you unlock your phone your screen lights up with safari, specifically open on a story you read earlier about Bucky. Part of you wanted to close it and forget about it but your curiosity took over. You scrolled down and read the title, “The First Date”, as you expected they wrote Bucky as a tough guy with an overwhelming amount of ego, and you couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter when you read the line, “Bucky knew he could get any woman he wanted”, your laughter got even louder as you kept reading. They described Bucky as someone with so much confidence and charm, as someone who spent the whole date talking about how he spends his days saving the world, or mansplaining everything to his date in some attempt to show power.

It was so far from who Bucky really was, he was of course charming but not in that way, Bucky hated talking about how he spent most of time working alongside Sam saving people, he hated being praised for it, parts of him still feeling too guilty over his past. And for as far as how the date went in the story, your first date was the complete opposite, Bucky was the sweetest, most caring person, in fact he spent most of the night listening to you talk about your life, how you managed to go from being an assistant to finally being in a position where you could start your own business.

If it wasn’t for you laughing you maybe would have heard the water being turned off, it wasn’t until Bucky came into your room you had realised he was finished. “What’s so funny, doll?”

“Hmm?, Oh nothing” You tried your hardest to keep your laughter down but he could see right through you.

“You sure? I could hear you laughing over the shower”

“Oops sorry” you were slightly embarrassed but you still couldn’t help the smirk appearing on your face.

Bucky quickly threw on some boxers before laying next to you. “So..”

“So.. what” you tried to play innocent but you knew exactly what he was asking.

“What were you laughing at doll?”

You couldn’t quite bring yourself to say it out loud, instead choosing to say “Nothing, you’re just so cute”

“Mhmm” Bucky now took it upon himself to do his signature pout, he knew you wouldn’t be able to resist telling him now.

“Finee, but promise you won’t judge”, you knew he wouldn’t but part of you was still scared. He shot you a confused look so you picked up your phone and opened up the story you had just read. “I found these earlier, and kinda got sucked into reading them” you say as you turn the phone slightly so he can see better.

“What is it?”

“Fanfiction.. about you”

This only furthered his confusion, you could tell he had no idea what you were talking about so you explained further, “It’s like stories, that your fans write about you”

“Fans? I thought most people hated me”

“Noo, there are so many of them, people love you on here” Bucky had never really experienced having fans, he knew Sam had a lot but he never really thought people would get past his winter soldier past.

“Wait, so why were you laughing? Are they funny?”

“Because” you had to stop yourself from laughing before continuing, “listen to this” you go on to explain to him how they portrayed him in the first date story you had just read. By the end of you explaining he was in a fit of laughter.

“Please tell me I wasn’t actually like that on our first date”

“No you were the complete opposite, don't worry, but wait there's more” You search for a story you read earlier that made you laugh so hard you nearly had tears in your eyes.

“Look, listen to this. ‘Bucky had spent the whole morning perfecting his cupcake recipe, hoping to impress his girl’ ” This made Bucky laugh even harder.

“I have never baked a cupcake in my life” It was true, Bucky did not enjoy being in the kitchen at all and it was probably safer for everyone that he avoided it.

“Do you remember when you tried to make pancakes and-” you couldn’t even continue with how hard you were laughing.

“Hey it wasn’t my fault!! The handle just fell off, I didn’t even do anything to it” This only made you laugh harder when you think back to when you heard Bucky scream and walked in to find Bucky holding a pan handle, and pancakes all over the floor.

You were now both uncontrollably laughing,, “I told you they were funny “ You spent a little time reading more stories before Bucky spotted one with a ‘Sambucky’ tag.

“What’s that one?” You shake your head, you hadn’t seen any like this until now. When you clicked on it, it was nearly impossible to stop the giggle that was trying to force its way out of you.

“It’s about you and Sam, being in love” This stopped Bucky’s laughing.

“What?” You read out the first paragraph and he started laughing again. “I have to tell Sam about this, he’s gonna die”

“Please let me be there, I need to see his reaction” You both finished the rest of the story and you had tears in your eyes, this time not of laughter. “That was adorable”, Bucky tried to hide his reaction but he couldn’t.

“Okay, it was actually kinda cute, pick another one, let's read more” You were surprised he found so much joy in reading these but you loved it.

It takes a few minutes to find another one but Bucky chose one called "Our Wedding Night”, it began with ‘He ripped your wedding dress off, no care for how much money it had cost you, he just needed to be close to you’.

You and Bucky turned to each other, shocked, this was not the sweet story you both expected.

“Bucky, I’m telling you right now, if you dare rip my dress on our wedding night I will file for divorce right there” This made Bucky laugh again, “So you wanna marry me?”

“Of course I do, I love you”

“I love you too, Doll” He takes your phone out of your hand and puts it on the table beside you, before pulling off the covers and climbing in between your legs.

“Now” He brings your lips together.

“Let me show you” He kisses your neck whilst unbuttoning your pyjama shirt.

“How I would really treat you” His lips ghost over your nipple causing goosebumps all over. He works his way down until he meets your shorts, he starts to pull them off as you lift yourself up to allow him.

“On our wedding night” He brings his lips face down to your pussy and teases your clit with his lips”

“Bucky please” you whimper. He looks up and grins at you.

“I’m all yours doll”

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joeybsversion · 6 months

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Pathetic

Joe Burrow x Reader

Joe and reader see each other again years later

“Well thanks, Michelle! It was good to see you.” You smile and grab your bag from the older ladies hands. “I’m glad we caught up on the Athens, Ohio drama.” You laughed.

“Good to see you too. Don’t wait 5 years before you come back next time!” She called after you.

You were back in your home town, Athens, OH for the weekend dealing with a family dilemma. Athens was a small town, it really only had 2 main roads, both lines with gas stations, locally owned shops, and a few hotels. You grew up shopping at this same grocery store. Michelle had worked here since you were little and she recognized you the second you walked in. It was great to catch up with an old friend, but you were ready to escape this little town. You had stopped to grab a few things before heading to the hotel across the street for the night.

With another quick smile and wave, you pressed your back against the door to open it before it was quickly pulled away from you, causing you to lose your balance and almost fall backwards.

“Shit. Sorry!” Familiar hands reached up and helped steady you.

“Its ok.” You turned and were immediately frozen in shock. “Joe.” You gasped.

“What… oh my go—“ he nervously fiddled with his hands. “Hey.” He greeted you, clearly caught off guard. “What are you doing here?”

“Family stuff.” You nervously spit out. “What about you? Don’t you have practice or something?” You questioned.

“Bye week. Came home to support the local football team in play offs.” He put his hands in his pockets. “Are you staying at your parents?”

“No. Actually have a room at the hotel across the street.” You nodded your head in that direction. “I know it’s not the fanciest but it has a bed, and TV, and AC..” you nervously blabber. “Actually was just headed back to grab a drink and some dinner.”

Joe turned to look at the hotel before his eyes met yours again. “I’ll walk you over there.”

“Joe.” You laughed. “It’s literally 50 feet away. I’ll be fine.”

“I know… I just… would you… do you wanna catch up? Let me buy you a drink. It’s been what? 5 years since we’ve seen each other?” His eyes anxiously look around.

“Yeah sure.” You smile. “We probably have some catching up to do.”

You and Joe had dated for 4 years before you both left for colleges across the country from each other. He was now an NFL Quarterback and you were a wedding photographer. The breakup was messy, neither of you really got closure, and you hadn’t spoken since.

You followed Joe across the street and slid into the booth across from him. The room was dimly lit, the table sticky with booze, and the waitress was nosy. It was clear she recognized Joe, but he gave her one look after she dropped off your first round of drinks and made it clear she wouldn’t bother you both.

“So.” He cleared his throat. “How have you been? What’re you up to these days.”

You pressed your glass of wine to your lips and took a sip. “I’ve been good. Super busy. Started my own wedding photography business and basically spend all my time editing pictures.”

“Wow.” His eyes were wide. “Congratulations. I know that was always your dream.”

“Speaking of dreams, congrats to you Mr. Quarterback.” You teased.

He laughed and took a drink, shaking his head. “Yeah. It’s been a crazy ride.” A smile spread across his face. If there was one thing you still admired about Joe it was how humble he was. He’s graduated college less than a year ago and was already leading an NFL team to victory. “So, do you have a husband? Boyfriend?” He paused. “Girlfriend? Significant other?”

You laughed. “No, just me right now.” Your cheeks turned bright red. “Are you seeing someone?”

“Yeah.” He flashed the gold band on his ring finger. “Got married last year, just welcomed our first little one a few months ago.”

“Holy cow!” Your heart was crushed. “Congrats!” You faked a smiled and motioned to the waitress another round of drinks was needed. “Tell me about them!” You really didn’t want more details, but were just trying to be nice.

“My wife”, he flipped his phone around and his Lock Screen lit up, flashing a perfect picture of his beautiful wife and precious baby, “is truly superwomen. She’s taken on the roll of mom and NFL wife without an issue.” He smiled. “And baby Scarlett is just perfect.”

“You have a beautiful family.” You admitted. “Are they here with you?”

“No, just me. Hard to travel with a new born.” He looked at his phone again. “Actually if you don’t mind, I’m gonna go call them quick and say goodnight?” You nodded and he excused himself from the table.

You quickly finished your second glass of wine. Not sure if your face was hot from the alcohol or because you were holding back so many emotions. 5 years ago there was no doubt in your mind you would be Joes wife. But here you are, in a stuffy hotel bar single and talking about his newborn.

“Can I actually just buy a bottle?” You questioned as the waitress made her way around again. “And he’ll take another as well.” You motioned to Joes empty cup as she made her way back behind the bar to get your request.

Your face was buried in your phone as you googled Joe and his wife.

“Ordered me another I see.” Joe smirked as he sat back down across from you.

You quickly stashed your phone back in your purse. “I figured you’d be game for another round.” You laughed.

You and Joe spent the next few hours catching up, sharing drinks, and laughing about all of your old memories. The bar would be closing soon and you needed to get to bed, you had a long drive ahead of you tomorrow.

“I’ll walk you to your room.” Joe helped you from your seat, both of you stumbling and extremely tipsy.

“Thanks, Joe.” You slurred and took his hand.

You slipped your way into the elevator and up to the 7th floor before leading Joe down the hallway to your room. “Here it is.” You turned to him.

Joe grabs you around the waist, his hands shaking as though he might break you.

“Do you want to come in?” You whisper, your eyes locked on his.

He nods, his fingers still trembling and locked in your hips.

“You know I’m not going to break, right? I’m not as delicate as you think I am.” You giggle.

“I still feel like I’m going to break you.” His grip loosens even more. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. Never in my wildest dreams did I think we’d be back here and-“

You place a finger to his lip, silencing him. “Kiss me.” You whisper.

Joe crashes your lips together. His hands hungrily tracing every inch of your body. He lifts you up and without hesitation you wrap your legs around his hips, falling onto him as he sits on the edge of the bed before laying back.

You spend the rest of the night tangled up with Joe, his lips attacking yours.

“You ever think about us?” Joe asks after your long night. Your both laying in bed as the sun peaks through the curtains.

“Of course I do.” You answer, your voice horse and your lips swollen. “I think a lot about how timing is everything. We had the love, we had the whole universe. We just weren’t ready for each other.”

You both look at each other. And just like back then, there is so much love in your eyes. And somehow, the timing is still not right. And it seems that’s how things will always be for you and Joe, your timing will always be a little off.

“I think you need to go.” You clear your throat and break the stare between you two.

“What do you mean?” Joe pulls you into him.

“This isn’t right. We both know that. I really think you need to go. You have a wife and a family Joe. This isn’t fair.”

“What’s not fair,” he says, rolling away from you and throwing the comforter off of his body, “is that your about of put your clothes on and force me to leave this room.” He stands from the bed. “And I don’t know why.”

You stare at him, eyes wide and nervous. “Joe.” You say softly. “This isn’t right. You have to go. You need to.”

He plants a kiss on your cheek. “I still believe we’ll get our second chance. Somehow, someway we’ll find each other again. It’s pathetic, really, how much I still hope it’s you and me in the end.”

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brokebonewritings · 1 year

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Butterfly Heart

Matt Murdock x reader

Tags/Warnings: 18+, fluff

Summary: You invite Matt to spend the night, but he can’t sleep due to how nervous you are being so close to him. Song: Chateau (Feel Alright) by Djo

Word Count: 1.6K

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The light above your stove was always kept on at night. Just in case a welcomed visitor were to stop by. It has been a new routine for you lately. Get home, shower, watch some television, unlock the window, turn on the light and go to bed.

Matt always warned you about the potential of a break in, but he was the only one to use that fire escape. Besides, you knew he was watching your apartment when he was out.

Just like clockwork, at around 2:30 am, you awoke to the sound of the window scraping open and heavy boots walking across your floor. You sit up in bed and rub your tired eyes. Hearing the glass of water you left out being set down on the table, Matt made his way towards your room.

As the door opened, you smiled and waited for him to come sit on your bed.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” His voice was rough from a night of violence. You can see it in the way he clenches his jaw that it has been bad.

“Of course not.” You say softly. “I had just gone to bed.”

“Liar” He said with a smirk playing across his lips. Your cheeks heat up and you also smile a bit.

“Okay yeah I was asleep, but I’m a light sleeper anyways.”

“Good girl for admitting that.” He says playfully. You roll your eyes at the comment.

“How was the city tonight?”

“Same thing this week.” He begins. “Just a few robberies in the neighborhood.”

He was downplaying the crimes, but you knew better than to pry on subjects like that. You watch him as he takes his mask off. How the sweat clung to his face. Goosebumps raise on your arms as he takes his gloves off as well. He leaves both articles of clothing by your side as he gets up to retrieve his more comfortable wear.

As he opened the drawer with his clothes inside, you watched as he pulled out the first set of sweats and tshirt that were inside. It had been like that for years. Two years to be exact when you had found out about his late night activities.

You had been angry at first, considering he was putting himself in danger. After weeks of not speaking with him, you finally ran into him one night while walking home from work.

“What are you thinking about?” His voice startles you out of your trance.

“Nothing too important, Matty.”

“Sweetheart.” He says slowly. “I can hear your heart racing. I can hear you blushing.”

You scuff, and cross your arms. He always caught you when you didn’t tell him all the important bits.

“Don’t do that please.” You groan.

“Sorry.” He smiles gently. “I’ll stop analyzing your heartbeat.”

Nodding, you settle back to sitting against your headboard. “I was just thinking about how domestic this all feels.”

He stiffens at the comment. Maybe you had finally struck a nerve. The years of pining over your best friend, and finally kissing him was just stretching the band.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, pulling your legs tightly to your chest. “I didn’t mean to make this awkward.”

Pulling the shirt over his head, you see his eyebrows knit together. “Hey, hey, no.” He gently says before coming around the bed and sitting in front of you. “You didn’t make this awkward. I just… have never had this before.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve never been able to be… domestic, or even this intimate with anyone before.”

“It’s okay, Matty.” You say grabbing one of his hands, massaging it gently. “We’re still trying to figure things out anyways.”

“I know, but I wanna do this right.” He admits.

“Not everything is going to be daisies and rainbows.”

“You’re right.” He sighs. “But, I can always be my best for you.”

Tears form at the corner of your eyes. His words meant everything to you. You could feel a stray tear fall from your eyes. Matt frowns in response.

“Sweetheart, why are you crying?”

“Oh Matty, I just,” You stop while taking a shaky breath. Your heart skips a beat as he brushes the tears away. “I’ve never felt wanted like this before.”

“Baby, trust me. You’re wanted.” His other hand comes up to cup the other side of your cheek. You smile as you push your head to fit in the palm of his hand. The softness of your cheek felt nice against his calloused skin. “Always have been and always will.”

This was the exact love you needed to feel. Not that your friends didn’t fulfill that part, but you needed a more intimate side to it. The man sitting in front of you had the most honest eyes.

You loved him, and that is the honest to god truth. Imagining life without him at this point would be hard. A thought pops into your head, it was an innocent one really.

“Stay the night.” You say barely above a whisper.. “Please, Matt. You look exhausted.”

“I’ll stay because you asked so nicely, sweetheart.”

A blush spreads across your cheeks. Watching every movement he makes as he stands and strips the rest of his red suit and pulls on his sweatpants. You pull the blankets down so that he could get in the bed easier.

Thanking you as you both settle in for the night. He pulls you close to him. Feeling his chest pressed against your back had kickstarted your heart into a race. Sure you both cuddled on the couch throughout the years. That was something friends did though, right? Right?

It felt like hours of laying there, your heart thumping against your chest. You feel the way his hands grip your hips. Closing your eyes, you try to sleep but fail from the excitement your heart was making you feel.

“Baby, I can’t sleep when your heart is pounding like that.” He said gruffly.

You turn over to face Matt. Resting your hands around his neck, you both nuzzle into each other calmy.

“Sorry, I’m just nervous.” You mumble.

“There’s no reason to be nervous, it’s just me.” He replies, kissing into your hair. It was soft, he noted, and it smelt lightly of honey and lavender. He felt your heart slow as he rested his hands on the small of your back. Rubbing little circles with his thumbs.

Legs tangling together, you both laid in each other's arms. He pulled you closer to his chest, his warmth instantly filling you. You listen to the beat of his heart as you are enveloped with silence.

“Matt?” You question.

“Hm?”

“When you say you can hear my heart,” You pause for a moment. “What does it actually sound like?”

“Let’s see…” He moved his chin to rest on the top of your head. “Have you ever seen a butterfly on a flower?”

“Of course. Have you?”

“A long time ago.” He chuckles. “Anyways, your heart flutters a lot, just like a butterfly.”

You giggle in response. “It’s kind of hard when you flirt every chance I see you.”

“It’s been like that since our 3rd year of college, sweetheart.”

“Well…” You blush. “I’ve liked you for a really long time.”

“If only I could read your mind.” He kisses your forehead. “Then I could have told you how I felt too.”

These were the moments you craved. Being tangled in your lover's arms, feeling the warm exhale of his breath against your skin. Just like he said before, your heart flutters at each thought. You can feel the smile forming on his face.

“Why are you so nervous right now?” He asks innocently.

“Matt…” You groan. He was listening to your heartbeat again.

Not that you could blame him. He really couldn’t help listening to the sound of your heart. It soothed him, just as you realized that his heartbeat soothed you too.

“You realize that this is the first time that we are sharing a bed since you kissed me?” You answer

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Well no, but it doesn’t make me any less nervous.”

You watch him consider what you had just said. He never realized the effect he had on you, just as he realized the effect you had on him. His own heart fluttered in his chest for a moment.

“I felt that.” You quipped. Your head had been resting near his heart. He chuckled before softly grabbing your chin and lifting it up. Feeling your gaze upon his face, he leaned in and kissed you.

It was warm and loving. Like he meant every move he made. You felt loved and wondered if he felt the same. Of course his intentions were clear but you both were still beating around the bush.

Pulling back suddenly had him chasing your lips. You let out a little giggle, and he grinned in return.

“Can’t do that to me sweetheart.” He started. “Your lips taste so sweet.”

“Matty, I want to be more than friends with you.” Your heart began pounding as you voiced yourself. Watching his face the entire time. He looked stunned that you were so blunt.

“Is that all?” He asked.

“What?”

“Just more than friends?” He presses his nose against your ear and you can feel his breath on it. “Or do you want me to be your boyfriend, maybe more?”

“I mean, yeah I want you to be my boyfriend.” You whisper. “We can figure the rest out later.”

He hummed in response. It seemed like he approved. “Then I’ll be your boyfriend. For now.”

You giggled, heart slowing down. It was settled. Tonight started your new relationship with Matt. Not as a friend, but as a significant other. Someone you could show off to family and friends.

Finally closing your eyes, you both drift off to sleep. Your butterfly heart fluttered only slightly giving him the comfort he needed to fully sleep peacefully.

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muffinsin · 4 months

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If you can, can you do where the sisters are so tired that they don’t realize when their fem s/o guide their head on her lap, and when they wake up, they realize how much they enjoy sleeping on her lap so they end up using their s/o lap more often cuz it’s so comfortable and soft and warm, oh and also the s/o runs her hands through the sisters hair, and gives them kisses. Literally something I’d want to do, just comfort them and love them.

Absolutely! This is so adorable!🙌 I totally agree, I just wanna spoil and coddle them and SHOWER them in comfort and affection. Funnily enough this reminds me of a request I did once, of Cassandra falling asleep in her s/o’s lap! :)

Let’s get into it! :)

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Bela

Bela can be something of a troubled mind at times

She thinks a lot and attempts to manage many things

Working, her sisters, the maidens, you, anything her mother adds to this list

It’s very common for her to be entirely focused on her work. She’s more than a little bit of a workaholic at times

What she then doesn’t realise, is to take breaks. Or eat. Or sleep

So when you enter her office after hours and hours of her doing nothing but working, all day and night, even yesterday, you are concerned

You know you can’t just tell her to stop. She’s too focused on her work, and too eager to please her mother to do so

She will allow you to convince her to take breaks, however

And so she finds herself being guided to the castle gardens for some fresh air, her limbs heavy and eyes fighting a battle to stay open

She doesn’t even realise this, her mind already occupied with what work she will do after her break

Bela just allows you to pull her along, until she finds the two of you sitting at the gazebo outside

She makes a small squeak of surprise when you pull her head on your lap, but doesn’t attempt to get up

How could she, when it’s so warm? And soft? And comfortable?

Oh, and she feels the sun shining at her from the position you chose

It’s warming her up like a comfortable blanket, and urges her to close her golden eyes

Surely it won’t hurt to close them a little, right?

Bela yet again fights a losing battle of attempting to stay awake

You go to talk about your day, but instead giggle when her hand slides off the bench and dangles in the air

She’s sleeping soundly on you, nose occasionally twitching when the sun and find tickle it

You don’t dare move. You don’t want to wake her at all

When Bela wakes hours later, she feels groggy, yet shocked. How long had she been sleeping for?!

You’re just glad the blonde made up for the hours of sleep she was so clearly missing, even if your legs went numb a couple of times

In the future, Bela allows scheduled breaks for working, in which she eats, has a few sips of the wine keeping her strong and healthy, and- spends time with you

At first you’re surprised at how she insists to lay on your lap

It quickly becomes a tradition though, as well as a very popular napping spot for her

Bela loves to rest on your lap, and purrs quietly when you begin tangling your fingers in her blonde hair

It has such a beautiful effect on her and never fails to make her fall asleep

After her (usually) 30-60 minute naps, she basks in your warmth a little longer

When her sisters get curious of this and ask to try, Bela chases them off with her sickle

Cassandra

Cassandra has had a LONG week

Interrogating and torturing the men-things that broke into the castle, finding their hideout in the village and making an example of them

She barely got to sleep, even after she at last, after days, finished this task

She was completely on edge for an attack, despite knowing no one was left. This made sleeping…difficult

You, of course, notice this

When you pull her with you to the art room, she doesn’t protest

Her head turns often, as if analysing and looking for threats, but unsurprisingly she finds none

This continues on until she is gently eased to her knees, on the floor where a blanket and pillows are waiting

She raises an eyebrow, though with her heavy eyes, it looks more silly than serious

A light blush covers her cheeks when you kiss the top of her head and giggle at this

When you gently guide her to sit and lean onto your lap, she complies. She doesn’t mind watching you paint

She finds it relaxing

Besides this, being with you allows her to protect you against an attack that you know won’t come

When you pick up the paint brush with one hand and scratch her scalp with the other, her eyes droop and fall shut

Immediately, she opens them again. She attempts to open them wide, but is unable to, sleep gripping her tightly

Instead, she makes a displeased noise that sounds like a mix of a whine and growl at the back of her throat

She doesn’t need or want to sleep. She just wants to watch you

Yet, within moments, her eyes fall shut again

She can’t help it, really

It’s an unfair fight, with how you scratch her scalp and play with her hair, even reach down to gently massage her head and neck

She’s asleep before both of you know it, filling the gallery with quiet snores and purrs

When she wakens a little time later, she feels more at ease

You giggle when she buries her face in your stomach, her cheek smudged against your thigh

She’s so comfy, she doesn’t want to move at all, and you don’t at all demand her to

Instead you stroke her hair a little longer, and even lean down to press a few kisses to it

Judged by the snores muffled by your shirt, she falls asleep at least two more times for a short amount of time

After this, Cassandra often seeks you out during the day for exactly this

It’s adorable how once she finds you, she pulls you into a sitting position or lays you down and all but plops her head on your thighs

She calls it her daily naptime, although you know it means more to her than that

Funnily enough, no matter what amount of time she sleeps, 10 minutes or 30, 40 or 60, she always has an adorably confused and groggy expression and typical bed hair

Daniela

Daniela doesn’t notice how tired she is, too engrossed in her new favourite book

You brought it to her, and she’s very adamant on reading it

Little did she consider, it’s a 1000 page book. She will not be able to read this in one go

Nonetheless, she tries

To her credit, our little redhead makes sure to still cuddle and eat with you, often pulling you against her and reading out loud, or having you take over and read to her while she eats messily

She doesn’t notice her eyes get droopy, or how she has been in the library all day and night already, too engrossed in the book

When you find her in the morning, you tsk. Your favourite teddy bear wasn’t in bed with you

Still in pyjamas, you sit down next to her. She looks up from her book for a moment and shoots you a wide grin, her finger resting at the next sentence to remind her where to continue

“Hello my love!”, she greets. In her exhaustion she doesn’t notice you’re wearing pyjamas, nor did she notice that it’s morning of the next day already

The light in the library was never turned off with her inside and she was too engrossed to see the dark sky out the windows

When she pecks your cheek and turns back to her book, you look around for something that can be used as a book mark. You’ve decided your girlfriend is in desperate need of sleep

Daniela doesn’t notice this until the book is gently pulled from her hands a few moments later

She growls instinctively, then merely whines at you and shoots you her perfectly trained puppy eyes

You force yourself not to give in to them, it only because of the exhaustion you see in them, and how Daniela fights to keep them open

“Come here, sweetheart”, you coo instead, gently guiding her to lay down and rest her head on your thighs

She keeps her eyes trained on the book, though cuddles closer to your thighs

They’re just so warm, so soft. She pokes and rubs her cheek against them

A grin settles on her lips when you begin reading to her instead, continuing where she left off

Still, you already place the bookmark inside.

You know Daniela won’t be up for long, otherwise you would have to deal with a little ball of energy unable to stay still, rather than the tired and nearly limp woman on your lap

Daniela purrs quietly upon hearing your voice

When you start to play with her hair and scratch her scalp, it’s over for her

True to your thoughts, you hear snores before you even finish your page

She is a relatively heavy sleeper, and so you gently shift her to lay more comfortably

After this, Daniela often asks for you in the library. She even had maidens set up a corner with pillows and blankets

She’ll take breaks from books and settle on your thigh, requesting that you read to her

Often enough she falls asleep within a few pages

Aside from this, you notice Daniela can be brought to sleep even when hyper with a few scratches of her scalp and your fingertips trailing along her backside

She always makes sure to reward you with much praise and cuddles for taking such good care of her

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heavyhitterheaux · 7 months

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Baby Jack and Baby FL First Fight Part 2

Follow up to this concept

Jack had felt uneasy ever since you had walked out the door and debated on whether he was even going to go to the studio tonight.

Even though his career was extremely important to him, he had always made you a priority so he could understand why you felt the way that you did. He never passed up an opportunity to spend time with you.

He tried calling you a few times before he left to head to the studio, but of course you let it go straight to voicemail which was very unlike you.

Although this was your first official fight, the two of you would have disagreements in the past but it was always resolved then and there with the two of you compromising and nothing else came out of it after.

Jack decided to let it go for now and head to the studio for a few hours in the hopes that it would give you enough time to cool off so that the two of you could talk, but the thing is that Jack didn’t even know if he would be able to focus while he was there simply because he knew his mind was going to be on you the entire time.

He really couldn’t get past the fact that you didn’t tell him that you loved him before you left.

The two of you had a rule, no matter if you are mad at each other (which never happened until now), that you always had to tell the other ‘I love you’, and you weren’t allowed to go to bed without resolving the issue that caused the disagreement in the first place.

Meanwhile you were with Victoria making snickerdoodles in an attempt to get you to feel better, but all she was doing was eyeing you ever since you walked in.

“What? Why do you insist on staring at me like that?” You asked while looking back at her.

“I just…. You and lover boy fighting? This is one for the books and definitely unheard of.”

All you did was shrug your shoulders as you mixed the cookie dough.

“No Y/N, like the two of you NEVER fight and I guarantee you it’s only a matter of time before Jack is breaking down my door to talk to you.”

“I doubt it. He got the studio time that he wanted so bad, so I know that’s where he is. We always share our location with each other and I just checked it ten minutes ago.”

“I don’t like this. My favorite couple needs to fix whatever is going on.”

“He blew me off to go to the studio even though I have barely seen him all week.”

“I get why that’s upsetting to you, but Y/N, this man is trying to make a name for himself in the industry and trying to take care of you. Don’t get me wrong, I totally understand where you’re coming from but just think of how many more date nights you’ll be able to have with him in the future? One day he might just tell you to pack a fucking bag and the next thing you know you’re in Paris.”

“Victoriaaaaaa.”

“Babe! Just think about it and call him back! Soon he’s probably going to send the National Guard to come get your ass. I wouldn’t put it past him for a second.”

“I just… don’t want to talk to him right now.”

“Hmm, I’ll check back in with you in an hour and I guarantee that you’ll be speeding down the road to get to your man.”

Jack had been in the studio for an hour and a half and just as he suspected couldn’t focus on what was going on at the moment and was growing frustrated with himself.

Urban had just so happened to meet him there since he had already been out and knew that something was wrong since he wasn't quite acting like himself.

“Uh, Jack? You good?"

“I can’t focus right now.” He breathed out while standing up and looking for his keys.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“I’ll be back, I just need to talk to Y/N.”

He knew for a fact that he wouldn't be able to get anything done until he fixed things with you.

“Wait, where is she?”

“At Victoria’s and I’m about to go and see her. I'll only be 20 minutes at the most."

You and Victoria were letting the cookies cool off when there was a sudden knock on the door.

"How much you wanna bet that it's your man?" She asked as she got up from the couch to open it.

"Tell him I'm not here."

"Should have turned your location off first, dumbass."

When Victoria opened the door, she saw Jack there looking pitiful as ever and simply moved to the side to let him in.

"About time you showed up. She's in the living room." Was all Victoria said before Jack made a beeline to see you.

Once there all you did was cross your arms and let out a huff as he came into your view.

"Do not ever leave our apartment again without telling me that you love me no matter how fucking mad you are." Jack said while coming over to sit next to you.

"Wait, what?"

"You were so mad at me that you didn't even tell me that you loved me and just walked out the door. You know our rule, we never do that."

"I didn't even realize that I didn't say it." You confessed quietly and instantly felt guilty.

"I.. couldn't even focus on anything at the studio because of the way we left things so I'm sorry for not going through with our plans for date night and I never want to make you feel like you aren't important to me because you know you are."

"And I'm sorry too. I know how important your career is to you and it's important to me too. I just really needed you and missed you this week."

“So, can we compromise?” Jack asked hoping that you would say yes.

“I’m listening.”

“You come to the studio with me for two hours and after I take you to get ice cream? You’ll have me for the rest of the night. Then tomorrow until you go out with Dani, we can do whatever you want. How’s that sound, pretty girl?”

Your eyes instantly lit up and Jack couldn’t help but to smile.

You eagerly nodded your head before throwing your arms around him and pulling him into a hug.

“I love you and I’m sorry for not telling you earlier.” You said as you leaned over to kiss him.

“I love you too, you know we’re in this together.”

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likeabulldigidigibombombombom · 3 months

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Open Window (Part 2)

Part 1 here

Pairing: Barely threatening thief!Hyunjin x fem!reader

Trope/Genre: Non idol au, fluff

Summary: You’re nearing the end of your gap year, and you decided to spend your last month of it at your aunts house. Unfortunately, a very stupid criminal has struck your house many times and you need to figure out who they are and why they did it.

1112 words

Warnings: Hyunjin LITERALLY ROBS YOU. DO NOT DO WHAT Y/N DOES SHE IS A DUMBASS. Usage of pet names, swearing.

It had been two days since you’d seen the robber. He had come through the window while you were asleep a couple of times and stolen a few small items that you had to look for when you woke up. You had so many questions.

‘Why is this guy stealing dumb shit?’ ‘Why is this guy stealing from me?’ and most importantly, ‘What is his name?’ All you were hoping for was for him to come back through your window (While you were awake) and explain everything.

After another boring day, it was finally night again. There was one problem though, it was freezing. Although it had been warm the weeks prior, the temperature had randomly dropped. You weren't expecting him, but just in case, you left a note taped to the window that said “Knock on the window and I’ll open it for you so you can steal all of our prized possessions :)”

Surprisingly, at midnight you were awoken by a knock at the window. Navigating your way through the dark, you managed to open the window and let the man in. “Hi again!” he said happily as he sat down on the windowsill. “What do you want to steal this time? Because I have a few things that I’d rather keep.” “Well, this time I’d like to talk for a bit, because I feel like you’re a little confused.”

You were taken by surprise, but touched by the fact that he was willing to help you understand what was going on. “Oh, thanks!”

“I’m not an asshole, darling, I’m not gonna leave you in the dark… Figuratively, it’s the middle of the night I can't make the sun come up again.” You laughed and began to speak.

“Why are you stealing from me?” “I can’t answer that.” “Okay? Why are you stealing useless stuff?” “I can’t answer that.”

“What can you answer then?” “You should start smaller. Let me ask you one. What’s your name?” “I thought I was supposed to be asking questions!” “You’re shit at asking questions.” You rolled your eyes.

“Y/N. What’s yours?” “I can’t answer that.” “Seriously?!” “I’m kidding. My name’s Hyunjin.” “Hyunjin? That’s a really pretty name.” “Thank you. So is yours, it suits you.”

“Well, Hyunjin, what do you like to do for fun? Other than stealing weird garden gnomes.” You could see a dimly lit face smile across the room. “I draw and paint and read, so basic stuff.” “I wouldn’t call that basic, especially for a criminal.” “Don’t judge a book by its cover Y/N.” “You stole an empty soda bottle from me, I think my anger is valid.” He laughed.

“You’re definitely the most interesting person I've ever robbed.” “You’re definitely the most interesting person who’s ever robbed me.” “How many people have robbed you?” “Let me count. One.” “I’m honoured to be your first.”

“How many other robbers do you know?” “Out of the ones I know? Six.” “That’s more than I thought would be around here.” “Yep, we all rob around this neighbourhood because we’re honestly not bothered enough to go anywhere else.”

“Well, I’m all out of questions. Is there anything you wanna say or ask?” “Oh yeah! Are you single?” “Oh, um, That was very forward.” “I’m just asking!” Despite how far away he was, you could see him smirking in the darkness.

“Yeah, I’m single.” “Okay good to know.” “What about you?” “I’m single. Painfully single to be honest.” “Really? I didn’t think that you’d be a romantic type.” “I’m such a hopeless romantic it’s insane.”

“How many other robbers out there are like this?” “I don’t really know…”

“Do you want me to turn the lights on? It might help you see what you’re stealing from me.” “Nope, then you’d see me and it would ruin my threatening mysterious persona.” “I hope that was sarcasm.” “No, but seriously, you can't see me with the lights on.” “Sure, but I’m not gonna look for you and report you to the police or anything, I probably should though.”

“I promise, my stealing isn’t just for fun.” “I believe you, for some reason I trust you a lot. It’s weird.” “I’m just so charming aren’t I?” “I take it back.” “Aw, why?” “You’re too cringy to trust.” “What do you mean?! I’m not cringy at all.” You threw a pillow at him and you could see him dramatically collapse on the floor. “You deserved that.” “No, I didn’t.” “Find something to steal and get the fuck out before I throw something bigger.” “Fine.”

He scanned the room. “What’s that?” He said, pointing at a new item on your bedside table. “Oh, I was gonna give that to you.” He walked over to pick it up.

He was a lot closer than he’d ever been before and you could see his face in more detail. He was absolutely stunning. He had an incredible jawline and the prettiest lips you had ever seen.

“Wow.” You said. He tilted his head in confusion. “You’re so beautiful.” He looked down shyly. “So are you.”

He held the item and squinted at it. “Is it a torch?” “Yeah! I thought it would be useful to have something that could help you see what you’re trying to steal.” “Thank you so much!” He pointed it towards the corner and turned it on.

“Why do you have a box of paper clips in the corner of your room?” “I don’t even know. I thought it would be useful but it really isn’t.” “I think I’ll take that.”

He was about to grab the box when you grabbed his arm. “Wait. Don’t go yet. I’ve barely seen you and I have to leave in two weeks.” “You’ll see me again soon love.” You felt your face heat up slightly. “But,”

He cut you off as he kissed you softly. Butterflies erupted in your stomach. Your hand was still on his arm and his hand had moved up to hold the back of your head. When he pulled away, he moved his hand and tilted your chin up to look at him. He smiled for a moment but the smile had quickly transitioned into a look of concern.

“Was that okay? If you weren’t fine with that I’m so sorry.” You laughed. “No that was okay. More than okay actually.” “Okay good.”

You let go of him and he walked to the corner of your room to pick up the paperclips. He opened the window and prepared to jump out.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Y/N.”

With that, he was gone and you couldn’t stop smiling, replaying the moment in your head as you fell asleep.

Author note: Thank you so much for reading! I seriously appreciate it. Like always, constructive criticism is wanted! I'm planning to make a part three to this so if you found it interesting stay tuned! If you liked this, please follow me for more fanfics like this one <3 Thank you!

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jadedrrose · 10 months

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hi! congrats on 800! i love how you write law could i request number 2 with law thanks so much🩵

“I Want Only You.”

omg thank you!!!! I kinda made this a little angsty but the ending is so so cute, and we all love a little jealousy trope, right? I hope you like it! <3

Warnings: female reader, comments about “sleeping with someone” but no nsft content at all, jealous reader, not proof-read

It’s been weeks, if not months, of this agonizing game you’ve been playing with your captain. A game of back and forth where you can’t seem to win no matter what.

It started with small hints. Requesting you to help him with miniscule tasks more often, sitting by you at meals when he hadn’t before, and lots of snickering and odd looks from the rest of your crewmates.

But then things that contradicted the hints would happen. Random days where Law avoids you like the plague, only speaking to you by sending someone with a message from him. Or the way he could never seem to look you in the eyes.

It was a constant argument within your head, fighting over if your captain simply disliked you or if it was something else…

You’d tried dropping hints to him, things like, saying “I’m glad you’re letting me assist you so much, Captain.” When he’d request you to help him with random things in the operating room, or telling him “I like spending time like this… just us,” when you’d help him in his office or within the library. You’d tried looking at him in a way that indicated you were infatuated with him, having purposefully loud conversations with Ikkaku, who knew of your little situationship, telling her “I just have a thing for guys with dark, messy hair, or even tattoos”, and you’d even tried straight up complimenting Law at least once a day, and still, he didn’t seem to be aware of what you felt.

Tonight you were all docked at an island to refuel the submarine. And since you guys couldn’t leave for quite some time, most of your crewmates had gone up to the nearest town, searching for a bar to pass time in.

Even as you walked alongside Ikkaku, watching as Law was dragged by Shachi, Penguin and Bepo a good twenty feet ahead, you had no idea that everything you’d been dealing with would come to a halt within a couple hours.

You chose to dress simply as you knew you’d be tired before everyone else, and didn’t want to have to deal with walking back to the submarine in an uncomfortable over-the-top outfit or shoes. Jean shorts, and a cute cropped shirt. Another thing you had no clue about having significance later on.

The bar was your average one that welcomed pirates, so it wasn’t exactly the nicest place. But it would do for what your crewmates wanted. You sat with your fellow female crewmate at a bar table, a bit further into a corner and away from where he was. Ikkaku had encouraged you to have some liquid courage, and then try flirting with Law. However you just… weren’t feeling it.

You barely took sips from your drink, a hand holding up your head as you lazily watched your surroundings. It was loud, your male crewmates were being obnoxious, and you were tired. The last thing you needed was to aimlessly flirt with Law, who seemingly would never pick up on your antics.

It had been a good hour into sitting around when Ikkaku left you to go drunkenly dance. Of course, you had no interest, and it seemed like somebody else also wanted no part in it.

Law now sat alone at the bar, barely touching his own drink. His arms were crossed in front of him, and he was a bit slouched over as though he were pouting. You figured this was due to him, like you, not wanting to be here. The moment seemed so perfect, it was a good chance to talk to him; “seems like you don’t wanna hang around here either. You wanna ditch this party, Captain?”

But before you could finally work up the courage to go talk to him, a few girls walked in from the front door. It seemed like they were locals, who’d probably caught wind of the pirate party and wanted to join in on the fun. Expecting them to go dance and fool around with the others, you began to watch in shock as three of them headed straight for your captain. One girl, a blonde, sat on the stool to Law’s left. The other two were standing, though one was leaning on the counter beside the blonde. You could see their mouths moving, and you could also see that Law’s mouth opened ever so slightly, and he stared at them, perhaps in surprise? They’d taken him aback, for sure, but how was he feeling about it?

You could only pray that he wanted nothing to do with them.

Growing increasingly more frustrated, you too, crossed your arms and stared at the group, eyebrows furrowed together. Your mind was screaming at your to control yourself, to not look so damn angry, but it was impossible. They were even touching him! Running a hand down his arm and playing it off as an accident, while laughing in their annoying high-pitched voices. What made it worse was that you knew Law hated physical affection, and he was doing nothing to stop these girls.

While your blood was boiling with anger, apparently the girls took notice of you watching with daggers in your eyes. They’d commented on it, which prompted Law to turn his head in your direction, where he raised an eyebrow in surprise. Was he genuinely not expecting you to be so mad? After you’d been putting all your effort into trying to subtly tell him you liked him, and yet he never seemed to respond?!

You hadn’t even noticed, but tears were threatening to spill from your eyes. Those girls were obviously gorgeous, and dressed exactly how you’d decided not to for tonight. Did Law think they were prettier than you, and that’s why he didn’t seem to mind them touching him or being so close? You couldn’t even look anymore, repulsed at the thought of your Law being like that; another sleazy pirate who didn’t mind the company of random women throwing themselves at him.

Your face was in your hands, your mind racing as you tried to get that image out of your head. Law sleeping around. It bothered you so much, and you didn’t even have a reason to rightfully be upset. Because he wasn’t yours, and it seemed like now, he didn’t want you at all.

“Y/n,” his deep voice shook you aware from your thoughts, startling you as you quickly looked up at him, recomposing yourself. “Y-yes, Captain?”

“You don’t look like you’re feeling well,” he said, and you couldn’t tell if he was lying or not, “as your captain and doctor, I wanna make sure you’re okay.” Was this some poor excuse or was he genuinely clueless?

“N-no, I’m okay,” you lied, biting your lip. An action that all but gave you away.

You could hear Law sigh, and he shook his head, “y/n, if you want, we can go outside to discuss it-“

“I said I’m fine, I don’t need any sort of medical attention,” you snapped, rolling your eyes with a pout.

“I’m not asking,” Law stated in a more firm tone. “We’re going outside. Now.”

Sighing, you hopped off the barstool and followed Law outside. He led you away from the noisy bar, way down the path closer to the dock. He stopped halfway down, stepping off the path to go sit near a cliff. You copied his actions, reluctantly sitting down beside him.

The spot he’d picked was actually quite nice, it had a beautiful view of the night sky overlooking the calm sea. You’d got so caught up in looking at it that you nearly forgot about how upset you were moments ago.

Law’s heavy sigh tore you out of that, though, and you discreetly glanced at him. “Thank fucking god,” he said, taking his hat off and running a hand through his raven locks. “I thought they’d never go away.”

“Hm?” You hummed, confused at what Law meant.

“Those girls. No matter how uninterested or bored I looked, they wouldn’t shut the fuck up,” Law explained.

Then it all clicked in your head.

“You- what? So you weren’t interested?” You questioned, eyes widening with realization.

“Of course not,” Law answered, “what? You jealous or something?”

You couldn’t reply to that, because… yeah. You had been jealous.

“Y/n. I wanna ask you something,” he then said, clearing his throat. He didn’t speak for a moment, which prompted you to look at him again. He was looking right at you, and for once, your eyes met Law’s.

“Have you uh… been dropping, um, hints to me?” He nervously asked, eyes looking downward and away from yours.

Your breathing hitched as it all hit you; Law was finally noticing that this entire time, you’d been in love with him. “Holy fuck, Law. Yes, you finally noticed?”

He chuckled, nodding and looking back at you. Your heart began to race as he looked at you with a smirk, one that wasn’t cocky or rude in nature. He was being genuine.

“I just- you seemed to not care that they were touching you, and they’re just… um,” your voice grew more quiet as you continued, “they’re so much prettier than I am, so-“

“What?” Law cut you off. “Y/n, they aren’t anything compared to you. You’re the prettiest woman I’ve ever met.”

Your eyes widened as you stared at Law in surprise, face suddenly burning hot with blush. Law… thought of you like that? This whole time?

“Y/n,” he continued, sucking in a deep breath first, “I want only you. Not some random girl who thinks they can just flirt their way into sleeping with me.”

“You- you do? Just me?” You repeated, stomach doing backflips as he confessed to you. “Law, I- fuck…” you couldn’t help the tears that slipped past your lashes.

Before you could collapse into the palms of your hands, Law moved to pull you into a hug, his arms wrapping around you snugly. His body seemed stiff, though, making it evident he was still nervous. You supposed he really was never one to have any interest in love.

“I’m sorry I took so damn long to pick up on your signals,” Law whispered into your ear, a tattooed hand now running through your hair soothingly. “But I’ve loved you, only you, this whole time.”

Feeling bold, you giggled as you thought of what Ikkaku would think of this after you’d refused to approach him back in the bar. Wrapping your arms around Law’s neck, you smiled at him, glancing between his gold eyes and pretty lips. He seemed to get your message this time, wasting no time in cupping your face, bringing it to his and connecting your lips with his.

And to think… you were now the only one with the privilege of kissing your handsome captain.

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hearts4leeknow · 5 months

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Chicken Nuggets || Han Jisung x Reader

Genre: angst-fluff (hurt/comfort?)

Warning(s)?: hurtful words (hannie didnt mean it), Han is a little bit of a meanie (but he makes up for it)

Han Jisung x Reader

Summary: You storm off into you and Hannies shared bedroom with hurt feelings. Han knows he messed up but thinks an apology isn’t enough so he makes some chicken nuggets for you <3

a/n: My friends were giving me suggestions and this one is from my friend @ghostaurel <33

“you’re so clingy it’s suffocating you know? Can you not see I don’t wanna talk to you!”

Han’s words repeated in your head over and over again each time you heard it you’d let out a sob. Does he really think i’m that clingy? No, was the answer but his words earlier said otherwise. Han knew he was wrong as soon as the filthy words left his mouth, his heart hurt when he saw the tears build up in your eyes due to the words he had spewed, yet he couldn’t think in the moment so he said nothing else. He regrets saying nothing, it probably made him look worse but he cant do anything to change that now, the past is the past. Jisung spent the first 10 minutes alone in the living room thinking about how to apologize, he felt tears brim up in his eyes, he felt terrible. He didn’t mean it he just couldn’t come up with any song ideas for their new album coming out soon. Jisung knew it wasnt an excuse, he also knows a simple ‘i’m so sorry’ or ‘i’m sorry’ won’t fix anything. He already has hurt your feelings twice this week due to stress, his sorry wont mean anything to you and he knew it. So he decided to do more this time, make a midnight snack for the two of you to enjoy together to finally spend time together after him staying in the studio for who knows how long. It was the least he could do.

Chicken Nuggets, is the first thing that came to mind when he thought of foods and snacks you liked. And so that’s what he made. Han saw some dino nuggets in the freezer so he defrosted them and put them into the toaster oven to heat up, he then went ahead and attempted to make star nuggets for you. He wasn’t very good at cooking like the other members but Jisung tried. He collected all the ingredients whisking, stirring and pouring ingredients. Finally he looked at the clock, 1:47AM he read. Are you even still awake? he wondered, his question was answered when he heard the bedroom door unlock revealing a tired, teary eyed, you.

“Baby! I made some dino and star nuggets for you as an apology because I assumed an ‘im sorry’ wouldn’t be enough for the damage I caused and the hurt I caused you..” He looked down feeling ashamed.

“Hmmh” You hummed in response, walking towards the dining table sitting yourself down.

“I am really sorry, I didn’t mean any of those horrible words I said to you. I said them in the heat of the moment and it wasn’t right of me. I’ve just had no ideas for songs and it’s been stressing me out since the deadline of those are in 2 weeks, yes I know it’s no excuse for what I said. I lashed out again, and I promise i’ll change for the better, for you. I’m really sorry baby!” Jisung apologized tears filling up his boba eyes yet again, his tone of voice and eyes practically begging for him to be forgiven. He was guilty and you could tell, his body language said it all.

“Hannie, it’s okay and I understand I was prying you a lot and probably disturbing you, but you know I care for you and whenever you feel stressed take a breather and talk to me about it next time instead of building it up and lashing out on me?” You give a small smile showing you do forgive him.

“Yes, I promise to talk to you and take breaks next time! I just can’t guarantee this won’t happen again in the future, but I will do everything I can to prevent it!” He had tears rolling down his face but he held a proud smile. In that moment he heard a ‘ding!’ meaning the dino and star nuggets were done! Jisung took them out and put them on a plate for you and him to share.

“Ji! don’t forget about the ketchup meteorite!” You giggle watching Jisung pull open the fridge looking for the ketchup bottle.

“Ji to your right on the door of the fridge.” You smile at his confused state frantically trying to find the ketchup. He let out a small ‘ohh’ and opened the lid forcing some ketchup out of the bottle.

“ahh” You said waiting for him to feed you a chicken nugget.

“Okay wait” Jisung quickly went to wash his hands speeding back and dipping a Star nugget into the ketchup feeding it to you.

“This is the one I made, how is it babe?” He questioned trying to tell by your expression.

Your eyes light up, “Woah, this is actually amazing” Your voice was muffled due to the fact you’re still chewing.

“Thank you Ji-baby!” You have a bright smile and a peck on the cheek as a reward.

“The least I could baby~” He gave you a sly smirk, giving you a kiss on the nose.

“try one!” You hold up a star nugget up to his lips waiting for him to take a bite.

“Mmm, you’re right it is good..” Jisung looked at you with his cheeks stuffed with chicken nuggets.

“You’re a cutie you know that!” You poke his cheek earning a pout from poor Jisung. You shoved two dino nuggets into your mouth mimicking Han.

“AWWW, you’re cuter babe!” He squealed with his loud persona, as your face flushed a light pink.

“Baby…I love you. You know that right?” Han expressed, in a calmer matter.

“Yes Hannie, and you know, I love you too” You two shared a kiss full of love and passion. That’s how your night went on, laughs and giggles were to be heard as you and Jisung were having the time of your lives in the dining room at now 2:57AM not yet asleep.

-FIN-

a/n: i’m actually really proud of this one! Lmk if you guys want more things like this!

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peaches-creek · 5 months

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You were typing away at your computer, just as you have been for hours. Being blessed with the freedom of education, doesn’t make it any less of a curse. Here you were spending half of your life’s savings so that one day you could earn it back. Finals week was exactly 9 days, 2 hours, 17 minutes and 45 seconds away. With what felt like no time to spare you were cramming as much knowledge into your brain as you could. You are a smart person, you know it, but with the way you are struggling, it feels otherwise tonight. Sometimes things just get too heavy. You are under a ton of pressure at work, your friends are pressuring you to hang out when you have no time for yourself, you need to get groceries, check the mail. Etc. but there’s only so many minutes left in the day and you need to put those minutes into your studies.

Amidst your circling chains of thought about all of the things that you need to do, should be doing, and are doing, John enters your office. He takes in your form, headphones on and hunched over your books and laptop, messy hair, dead tired eyes. It makes his heart ache. A person he admires for her hard work, looks so worn out and god, do you look tired. He wonders how long it’s been since you had a good sleep. You need it clearly. He wishes he wasn’t so caught up with, maybe then he would’ve noticed you were struggling, but there’s not time for him to feel guilty, he has to help his girl.

He walks over, softly takes off your headphones, and swivels your chair to face him.

“Hi darling.” He flashes you with that wholesome smile that’s always on his dopey face. He brings a hand up to gently wrap around your neck, beckoning you forward to trap you in his warm embrace.

“Missed you.” You say, though it’s muffled against his shirt.

“What are you working on.”

“A bunch of stuff.”

“I can see that,” he chuckles.

“I know you can see that, now that you know I can get back to the endless amount of information that needs to take home into my brain.” you attempt to turn your chair back around, but his hands stop the chair from moving.

“John-“ you start.

“Don’t wanna hear it, you’ve been up to this for days, time for a break.”

“I don’t have time to take a break.”

“You absolutely have time to take a break. So you are taking one now. And I am going to tuck you into bed, a bed that you get to sleep in with your husband who loves you very much.” He justifies.

John has the habit of usually being right, he usually reminds you after the fact. He also knows that you hate being wrong, and you absolutely hate when people know you are wrong, which is why you are studying so damn hard.

“I appreciate it John but I really can’t tonight y’know, I have to-“

“You have to sleep.” He says.

“I can do that later.”

“Why not know.”

“John you are actually pissing me off.” You would’ve found this whole thing adorable if you weren’t already so frustrated.

“Don’t care,” He says as he tips you forward, essentially throwing you over his shoulder, “you’re going to bed.”

He begins to walk toward your bedroom passing the halls littered with pictures of the two of you and your beloved cat, Lady. When he reaches the entrance of the room, you reach up and grab onto the door, not letting go. This causes John to nearly drop you, nearly.

“Oh my god, that’s it you little shit!” He drops you onto the bed and proceeds to tickle you. Running his fingers over your ribcage over and over again.

“John sto-“ you choke out, “John I’m gonna pee fucking sto-“ you interrupt yourself with your laughter.

Eventually when he decides you’ve had enough, and that you’ve tuckered yourself out, he stops. He then hovers above your body and stares into your eyes.

“You know some people find that creepy.”

“Not you.” He grins.

“Yeah, not me.”

He gives you a sweet kiss to the lips, and then to the both of your cheeks, then your nose, lastly your forehead. He gets off of you and the bed heading to your side. He pulls back the covers and gently grabs your body and tucks you, just like he said. Once you are situated, he gets up and walks to the light switch and flicks it off. In the darkness, he makes his way back to you. He tucks himself in right behind you, spooning you.

“Goodnight, My Darling.” He says. But he doesn’t expect an answer, you are already half asleep.

“G’night John.” He gets one anyways.

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 11 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...

Masterlist

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!

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ぐちゃ ! (Splat!) [Yoru x F! Reader]

Heya everyone!

This is it, the winner of the vote! I totally didn't spend a few days trying to get the title right. Japanese people, don't come for me!

I kinda wish the Chamber one won (try saying that out loud) because I have so many good ideas for my KING but maybe after this one's done we'll get to him!! I don't blame people for voting for Yoru, though, he's so much more lenient and... just doesn't care, haha.

Anyway, this might be slow at first, what with how avoidant Yoru is, but I promise it gets good. Hope it's a good read!

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Yoru x F! Reader

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 4.5 / Part 5 / Part 6

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: Hapless doesn't even begin to describe you. With your life flipped upside down within the span of a day; you're left to rely on your best friend Tala to help you pick up the pieces and build the new one forced upon you. And this 'luck' seems to have caught the attention of one of her friends.

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To say you were unlucky would be a grand understatement. To also say this day had an awful start would be stupid, because that implied that your days usually had a good start. And if you were to list off all the things that went wrong, you’d be here for hours. Which is exactly what you and Tala did once your schedules for once aligned, and you met up at a cafe after so long.

Yep, that’s right. You spent hours explaining to her everything that went wrong this week. And with permission, she had a grand time laughing at some of the mishaps that made it look like you were cursed by the gods or something.

Tala caught her breath and lifted her head to meet your gaze, holding back tears.

“Wait, wait– let me get this straight, even with three warnings, your boss didn’t fire you?!”

“No joke, I’m as stumped as you.”

“And you’re also infamous for your misfortune with them! Didn’t you get this job just last week?”

You crossed your arms, smiling.

“I am now!”

“Okay, wait, hear me out– what if you’re really just cursed? Like, maybe you rejected some guy and he paid a witch to cast a spell on you.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah? And Manuel said it’s because I didn’t ask my grandma for a blessing before I left, or I don’t pray hard enough.”

As you spoke, you grabbed your bag and placed it on the table, digging through it to find something.

“And this one time, his girlfriend gave me this to help me with my luck.”

You slammed a block of wood on the table, a splinter flying across the surface. And just the sight of it made Tala burst out in laughter again, quickly wiping away the tears that narrowly escaped. In fact, her previously dazzling pigtails had gotten more and more dishevelled throughout this conversation the more she laughed and struggled to keep herself together. Even people were starting to look.

“I’m scared to open the gift he gave me today. He said it’s supposed to ward off bad spirits–”

“There’s more?!”

You nodded, taking out a small black box and setting it in front of you on the table. This immediately drew her attention away from the wood. In fact, it concerned her.

“Wait, this looks like a… hold on, he wasn’t proposing, was he?”

“He has a girlfriend!”

She giggled, before stretching out the palm of her hand expectantly.

“Hand me that thing, I wanna see.”

“No! What if it’s a prank?”

“And? What’s the worst that could happen, confetti ruins your hair? Very scary.”

She pointed at your messy bob, not as well-kempt as her own hair. And not messy in a flattering way, it looked scruffy. The chaos that followed you ruined your day and your looks, so, at this point, why even bother?

“What if it’s something dangerous? Like, a snake or a spider, and it bites us?”

“Fine, okay, let’s go somewhere where we can open up the box safely. If it’s a frog, it’ll jump out, right?”

You stared at her for a second, then the present once more. The plan didn’t sound as bad. You’d have to open the thing eventually, right? Might as well do it right next to your friend, now.

Then, she grabbed the slab of wood and knocked twice, brows furrowed with a smile. This comforted you, in a way.

“Alright! Somewhere safe… I can do that.”

“Good, let’s go, I don’t have all day!”

She grabbed her drink, then you by the wrist and pulled you out before you could gather all your things. And of course, you left the slab of wood on the table by accident.

❤ฺ·。

You knew what she meant by that final comment. Out of all of your inconveniences, the worst thing that happened was Tala’s sudden disappearance. For months, all contact was lost, and nobody knew where she was. Even when she came back, she’d return for a few hours before disappearing again. Her answer? ‘Work’.

But your mind instinctively focused on something much worse.

“Ow, ease up! My arm!”

She giggled awkwardly, quickly letting go.

“Sorry, I’m used to being rough, you know?”

“You don’t say.”

A red rim formed around your wrist where she held you, and you rubbed it in annoyance. A little more pressure, and she could’ve easily broken your hand. Nevertheless, you continued down the path you both walked down on, your destination being a forest. Or, if you were lucky, some park right around the corner.

“You were so scrawny before you disappeared, Tala. Are you gonna tell me what this ‘job’ is, yet?”

“I don’t want to get in trouble if I do tell you.”

You raised an eyebrow, but couldn’t meet her gaze since she walked faster than you did. But somehow, she felt your concern rising, turning to look at you with an awkward expression. Maybe she should go back to practising how to keep secrets.

“Okay! Hear me out. You’re luckless, yeah? What if your luckless-ness… passes on to me, or whatever, then you discover what my job is by accident.”

That’s also mostly why people avoided associating with you, too, but that’s by the by. With an eye roll, you walked past her up the concrete stairs, making your way down the less dilapidated pathway. She quickly ran up behind you, somehow catching up to you within the blink of an eye. At first, you thought it was unnatural, but you got used to her speed.

“Come on, you can’t tell me the plan isn’t solid!”

“Solid like jelly, Tala. Let’s get this over with, I’m throwing the box away.”

“Lighten up, Y/N. Who knows, maybe this will turn your luck around?”

You slipped the box out of your bag again, walking up a small hill in a park you both entered a while ago. There were groups of people behind you, so you both purposely went to a spot where you’d both be alone.

“Last time I said that, I almost got diagnosed with diabetes!”

“That’s because you’re always freaked out, seriously!”

She stopped and spread out her arms, as if to tell you to observe the area you both found yourself in.

“Look at this park. It’s innocent and stuff. There’s even kids here! But I bet there’s still something scaring you about this place right now, yeah?”

You looked around, the ever so familiar sensation of anxiety creeping up on you, along with many possibilities of your death. But you also don’t want to let her have this win.

“No way, I’m not scared. This place is nice.”

“Okay, open the box.”

You stared at her for a few seconds, before awkwardly giggling.

“Uh… What do you, what do you mean?”

“You’re not scared, right? So, open it!”

Tala gestured to the gift in your hand with an incredibly mischievous expression, watching her point get proven right just by the way your left eye twitched. Then, you looked down at the tiny object, mind running wild with possibilities. If it wasn’t a cobra that would lunge at you, what if it was the hatching eggs of a bug? Like, a roach or something, and it’ll burst all over you if you open it. Worse, what if it’s a bomb? Maybe a smell bomb that would make both of you pass out if you inhale too much. Wait, do those even exist?

You quickly handed it to her before your mind could come up with something else, smiling.

“You’re the muscular one, right? I’ll let you take care of it.”

She stared at you with a raised eyebrow, before rolling her eyes and taking it.

“You’re such a chicken, Y/N.”

“I’m not a chicken! It’s… heightened survival senses.”

Tala laughed, taking a few steps back and opening the box.

“Heightened survival senses?! Did your mom tell you that?”

She absolutely did. Of course she would, your mother would never outright call you spineless to your face. That would be rude… and unlucky.

“Shut up and open it.”

“I did, it’s just some bracelet!”

Tala tossed the object at you, the gold quickly bouncing the moonlight off of it moments before it landed on your hand. And she was right. It was just some bracelet, probably pawned or made up of fake gold. Or something like that.

Putting it on your right wrist, and you quickly sighed in disappointment at a new discovery.

“It doesn’t fit.”

You held up your hand and watched the accessory slide down your arm, dangling on your elbow. Of course, Tala simply gave you a wry smile at such an unlucky revelation. To be fair, the least Manuel could’ve done was get your measurements, but it seemed like he nicked some random bracelet and handed it to you as a joke.

“Look on the bright side, if it’s real gold, you can sell it.”

“Sure, we might even get to split the cash.”

She smiled and grabbed your wrist, fixing the bracelet’s position.

“No way, with your luck? You need the money more than I do. Who knows? Maybe you could invest in a mansion.”

“And then an earthquake comes and destroys the mansion.”

You turned your gaze away and sat on the grass. Well, sat is an elegant word, considering you just plopped on the ground and laid your chin on your hand. Tala noticed this, slowly stepping up and taking a seat right next to you, her eyes on yours. The mood seemed to have shifted, and she clearly got concerned.

“Yo, you’re not pissed about the bracelet, right?”

“Pissed? No way. It’s not that bad. On the bright side, I can use it to strangle Manuel when I see him tomorrow.”

You mocked her way of speech, and earned a giggle from her. Then, you heard buzzing around you, jumping and rapidly looking around. Tala noticed this, getting up alongside you with her ever-so-familiar dismissive eye roll.

“Relax, it’s just a fly.”

Just as she said that, a loud smack echoed through the air around you; and the bug fell onto the grass. You couldn’t help but sneer at this.

“Gross, you kill flies with your hands?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

You met her gaze, still harbouring the disgusted expression. Your friend, on the other hand, quickly got defensive.

“You know what’s even more gross? A fly laying eggs on you!”

“What?”

“That’s right. If you don’t kill it, it’ll land on your head and lay eggs. Then, they’ll be embedded in your skin forever.”

You laughed and jokingly elbowed her.

“That’s so filthy!”

“You’ll become a bug, Y/N! Trust me on that. You’ll grow wings, and big red eyes, and– and…”

She quickly turned her gaze away, putting one hand on her chin as she pondered.

“Hey, what do bugs do again?”

You raised an eyebrow. You weren’t even sure what they could do besides lay eggs and eat faeces, and probably vomit some acid to melt food, but you knew it wasn’t turning humans into one of their own. Then, you winced once you heard another buzzing around you, swatting the fly away. And, even though you were too embarrassed to admit it, you partly believed Tala’s egg theory. You stood up to slap the persistent bug away from you in fear.

“These stupid flies, they’re everywhere! Where are they coming from?!”

Tala simply watched you with a cheeky smile, not bothering to help.

“Hey, maybe they wanna lay eggs on you. Your hair might make a good nest.”

“Help me out?!”

She laughed, sitting with her legs crossed and angling her body towards you. Another fly appeared from nowhere, and they began to buzz around you. And despite your frantic waving, it didn’t help.

“I think I'll just watch. Don’t wanna gross you out.”

You started to grow angrier, the air letting out an audible whoosh as you slapped them away.

And after a few seconds, Tala looked around in concern once she felt something stop around her.

“Gah! Get out of my face, you stupid son of a b–”

Then, a loud bang deafened both you and Tala; a strong gust of wind sweeping both of you off your feet. But with unnatural speed, Tala grabbed you and you held each other for safety.

And when you opened your eyes, terror surged through you.

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