#Jack's readiness to say that he gets confused sometimes too
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"Aunt Thena?"
"Jack," she blinked, looking down at him as he walked away from his friends and the curb of the school's front entrance.
He looked around them, "what...are you doing here? I'm taking the bus home today."
"Oh," she blinked again, also looking around and appraising herself of her surroundings. She was standing in front of Jack's school, humans mulling about, cars idling while waiting for children. "Yes."
"I thought you were home with Uncle Gil," Jack continued as he took in his aunt, standing with such a bewildered expression on her face. He toyed with the straps of his backpack. "Are you okay?"
"Yes," she repeated, although she didn't look any less confused about her surroundings. "I...I thought I was."
Jack reached up for his aunt's hand, sliding his smaller one into it, "did you get confused?"
Thena smiled.
That was the word for it that had worked thus far. Aunt Thena had her 'episodes', or 'fits', or whatever the rest of them called it. But Jack simply said 'confused' to suffice for what clouded the Warrior Eternal's mind.
"Yes, it appears I have," Thena sighed as she enclosed her hand ever so gently around Jack's precious little one. "I seem to have ended up here."
Jack merely shrugged as he began the walk home with his aunt beside him. "Yeah, I guess that's how I get here too."
Thena merely walked beside him, looking around her still, but perhaps with less apprehension. She recognised more of their surroundings as they walked. She knew the school, and the route they took when Jack was coming and going.
"Do you feel okay?"
Thena smiled down at her brother's child, so gentle at heart. She wasn't sure if all humans had such sweetness to them and she didn't much care. There were many things which paled in comparison to Jack in her mind in that regard.
"I was at home," she narrated as they walked slowly and gently. Jack got to take his time with his little legs, while Thena drifted idly beside him. "I remember looking for something to eat and then... "
Jack merely nodded, so easily accepting of the fact that sometimes Aunt Thena would wander out into the yard and stand still for a long time. He had no fears nor reservations about it, as far as he was concerned.
Thena looked down at their hands and then around them. She tilted her head at him, "do you not fear judgement from your peers?"
He tilted his head right back at her and her antiquated speech.
"You do not wish to hold your fathers' hands."
She was referring to how 'holding hands was for babies', as Jack had so boldly proclaimed last time Phastos attempted to hold his hand in the parking lot of the mall.
"Mm, well," Jack twisted his lips as he made a face for the sake of his thought process. He shrugged, "that's different."
Thena accepted the statement for what it was, as he had done for her. She gave his soft little human hand a squeeze, "thank you, Jack--for helping me get home."
Jack smiled up at her as well, showing off the young teeth in his mouth still finding their permanent placement. "You're welcome. I get confused too sometimes--it's pretty scary to be alone for it."
"Yes, I suppose it is," Thena conceded to the young boy's wisdom, well beyond his years and even the words he had at his disposal.
Jack looked up at her, "does Uncle Gil help you with that?"
Thena smiled at the mere mention of her most constant in life. She nodded, looking at Jack and then at the golden bracelet around her wrist, keeping her powers in check.
True, at first Phastos hadn't gotten them quite right. Gil hadn't been very happy about the side effects they'd had on her. But she wore them still, because they were for the safety of her nephew.
"Aunt Thena?"
"Yes, Jack?" she asked softly as a breeze passed by them.
"What makes you feel better?" He looked up at her more sheepishly, "after you get confused, I mean."
There were some things, although she had more of a history of violence before coming to Chicago and getting these bracelets shackled to her. But she supposed that going dormant on the spot was a small price to pay instead of becoming the planet's deadliest force alive.
"Uncle Gil," she answered plainly and honestly. Truly, the man who had been by her side for - in many ways - her whole life was her strongest pillar of stability. She smiled and uncrossed her other arm from around herself to pat Jack's head, "and you."
"Really?" he blinked at her, baffled by the suggestion. "What do I do?"
He reminded her that life was full of promise, and love, and joy, and that it was worth protecting. It was worth all the pain and fighting and the sacrifices she had seen - and made - with her own eyes.
She leaned over, kissing the top of his head, "plenty."
Jack rubbed his hair, now thoroughly embarrassed by the public affection. "Okay, I guess."
Thena smiled, allowing his resistance to her gesture. It was part of his maturation, she was told. He no longer liked hugs and kisses and holding hands by family. She seemed a slim exception to the rule. "Indeed."
Finally turning down their street, with the house in sight, Jack looked up at his aunt again. "Do you feel better now?"
Thena inhaled as the front door opened, Gilgamesh clearly on his way to sprint out of the house to come find her. She smiled, "much."
"Good," Jack sufficed, although his hand did give hers a little squeeze.
"There you are," Gil greeted lightly, although his eyes ran over her frantically in search of distress or injury.
"I walked home from school with Jack," she explained needlessly. She let go of Jack's hand as he walked past them and into the house to shed the school day from his mind.
Gil looked at her, "you okay?"
She nodded, leaning into him without hesitation as he pressed his lips to her temple, "I'm sorry I frightened you. I woke and...there he was."
The two drifted into the house, watching as Jack independently got himself a glass of milk and some cookies. Gil chuckled, "great kid."
"He is," Thena agreed.
"Aunt Thena," Jack called out as he slapped the tupperware of homemade cookies onto the table, "have some!"
Gil ruffled Jack's hair on his way past him, "at least put 'em on a plate, buddy--come on."
Thena just smiled, seating herself at the table and taking one of Jack's preciously guarded cookies (which Gil made). "Thank you, Jack."
"Aunt Thena, do you know math?"
"Not at all." She had lived throughout the life of some of the world's greatest minds. She chewed on her chocolate chip, "ask Uncle Gil."
"Hey, don't look at me," he laughed, setting some of the cookies on a plate for the two of them and putting the rest away. "You'll have to ask your dad."
Jack let out a loud groan before rifling through his back for other homework that required his attention.
Gil and Thena traded a look over his head, assuring that she was safe home after another bout of Mahd Wy'ry--this time thwarted by a ten year old human.
#Jack and Thenamesh#this was the first thing I thought of at the word confused#it's just so...kind#it's so much more gentle than the condition causing it#Jack's readiness to say that he gets confused sometimes too#because kids do get confused#and I think they would also know what it's like to have people not understand why#and get frustrated with them when all they're looking for is help#Jack adores Aunt Thena and you can pry it from my cold dead hands#she is actually the ONLY one he genuinely talks to so#write that down#he tells Phastos and Ben to stop embarrassing him and treating like a baby#meanwhile Thena gets a little nervous about the escalators at the mall#and Jack takes her hand and steps on with her to show it's okay#such a sweetie#and Phastos is like I hate it here#and Ben is like he's not supposed to think his parents are cool Habibi it'll be okay#Gil is practically crying from how cute it is
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FML: Video
“Shoot, I don’t know about this. Something about watching this feels weird.”
My bro just kept holding my face, “You said you wanted to be one of the bros dude. Just keep watching, this video will tell you everything you need to know”
“Yeah, you said that, but this is just static and nonsense, and something about it has me on edge. Just let me get out of here.”
“But don’t it speak to you? Isn’t there something you want to let out jock boy.”
“I…no, no I… I can’t… stop, what’s happening?”
“Jock boy is about to learn what being a bro is all about. Jock boy wants to listen carefully to his bro and watch the video.”
“No no no… but, it… it sounds so… calm…”
“Yeah jock boy, just like a mind vacation. Just let it happen. Good jock boy.”
“Must… listen… to… bruuuuhhh.”
Sometimes it takes a little convincing, but eventually they all fall. Their eyes grow wide before their muscles go limp and mouths drop open. It usually only takes a little bit for them to process. But when they finally do come too, it’s like a whole different world in there. The first one I did by accident. Found the weird file and sent it to my roommate as a joke. It wasn’t until I got back from class that I saw just how much power I now had.
Gone was the theater kid, in his place was a souped up bro ready to knock back some cold ones, and get sweaty in the gym. It was a surprise when he began rubbing my thigh in the sauna, and pulled me in for a kiss. I melted in his arms as he positioned me on the bench and began stretching me out. I was so relaxed he slid in with no lube, fucking me raw and hard as his tongue kept my mouth distracted from moaning. Thought I just got lucky there, happened to get a gay guy. But I quickly learned for him now, “any hole’s a goal.” And it was confirmed when I tried it with a second guy:
Good old Southern boy, and as straight as they came. Thought he was hot shit in class. Sent him the file when we were on a group project together. By the next day when he came in, he couldn’t add two numbers together with a calculator. He was still smug as hell but in bed, let’s just say he earned it. He was about as thick as an ear of corn, and he knew how to plow a field and spread his seed.
I had tried a couple others since then. A scholarship rival here. A group mate there. A couple disappointing dates that ended up really turning the night around. But my friend had finally gotten curious and started asking some questions. I didn’t need someone to question what was happening. I needed a lifting buddy. This was my first time trying to edit the file to get some different results.
“Hey, bro? What happened last night? I feel hung over as fuck..”
Holy shit he was massive. “Nothing too much bro. You just got fucking shit faced.”
“Huhuhu, yeah,” he gawfed, “sounds right.
It was time to try the trigger and see how much the changes worked, “Hey, jock boy, tell me your name.”
His laughter stopped as his eyes glossed over, “My name is Jack, but my friends just call me Jacked.”
“What do you want more than anything, jock boy?”
“To serve my bros,” he replied.
“Will you do anything for them?”
His mind flickered for a moment. I saw a look of confusion pass over him. He looked down, “Hey, what… WHAT HAPPENED? What did you do-“
I walked up and held his face“JOCK BOY, STOP.”
He tried to fight it, his mind pulling him back to the abyss. But as I watched his body slowly relax, I knew I had won even before he said, “Ye-yeah. Sure thing bro.”
“Jock Boy, will you do anything for your bros?”
His face broke out in a shiteating grin, “Fuck yeah, anything for my bros.”
“New exercise routine. You, face down, ass up. My bed. Now.”
He excitedly ran back to my bedroom. I heard the bed squeal under his weight. Good to know I could edit things. Can’t always let my bros have all the fun.
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[ one day ] j. hughes
paring : Jack Hughes x fem!reader
summary : (Y/N) accidentally distracts Jack while he’s being interviewed in their home for a day in the life of a Devils player documentary that's being filmed, and Jack brings up the idea of a proposal
warning(s) : a quick mention of suggestive content but no actual sex
author’s note : i don’t understand how this plot came to be and tbh it's kinda stupid but i’m taking it and running with it
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Jack being one of NHL's most popular players has it's pros and cons. Today is one of those cons that they both hate. Jack is being followed around for the day to film a Devils documentary that follows players during their off days. Jack being one of the Devils' star players means he had to do the documentary.
That was before (Y/N) talked him into it. She didn't realize how intense it would all be. An entire film crew has set up in their living room with big cameras and lighting. They have made themselves very much at home after knocking on their door at the crack of dawn.
The two of them were having a really good morning in bed together when the film crew came knocking. Lots of naked cuddles and kisses were exchanged when a knock rang out through their apartment. It ruined both of their moods.
They stand in their kitchen and watch the crew finish setting up from the island counter. Jack is now dressed in a dark grey Devils hockey t-shirt with black sweatpants that have a Devils logo on the pant leg.
"Do you want me in this?" (Y/N) questions. Jack looks over at her with a confused look on his face. "I mean, we've been mostly quiet about our relationship so I completely understand if you don't want me to be apart of your episode of the documentary."
Jack shakes his head as soon as the words pass her lips. "No, I want you in this, (Y/N)," he tells her. "It's a documentary about a day in my life and you're a really big part of my life so of course I want you in this. Just let me do the interview really quick then we can act like it's a normal day."
The woman doing the interview is one of the Devils reporters, but (Y/N) can't remember her name at the moment. She sits opposite Jack in the comfy chair. The camera over her shoulder is pointed at Jack.
While Jack is being interviewed, (Y/N) goes to her room to get ready for their insane day ahead. She needs to put on some actual clothes too. All she's been wearing since she got out of bed is one of Jack's t-shirts and a pair of really small shorts. Not exactly what she wants to be wearing if she's going to be followed around for most of the day by people that work for the Devils.
She can hear some of the questions being asked while she's getting changed. They're the usual questions. Asking about how the season is going for him, how he's been recovering from that shoulder injury that kept him off the ice for a handful of games, and how it's been having his brother on the team with him. Sometimes Jack's sassy side comes out. He's never been the one to hide how he's feeling when answering questions.
To mess with Jack a little bit, and to kind of surprise him when he's done with the interview, (Y/N) grabs Jack's Devils hoodie that he wears to practice sometimes. His number sits on her chest and it's a little too big. She pairs the black hoodie with a pair of jeans that are ripped at the knee. She throws her hair up into a high ponytail and puts on light makeup just to cover any blemishes or pimples that'll pop out on camera.
When she leaves their bedroom, Jack is talking about how amazing it is to be considered one of the league's best players.
"It's always the goal to be one of the best in whatever sport you play," Jack is saying as she walks through the living room. "I, um, didn't think it would happen, uh, so early on in my, um, career." (Y/N) looks over and sees that Jack has his eyes on her. "Sorry. Got distracted." There's a smile on his face when he sees what she's wearing.
The reporter turns and looks at (Y/N). "I didn't know your girlfriend lived with you, Jack," she says as she turns back to him. (Y/N) smiles and starts to make some coffee.
"One of the best decisions I have ever made," Jack says from the living room. "Getting to fall asleep with her in my arms and waking up with her wrapped around me is an honor. We've been together for over two years now and it's been incredible. My parents and brothers all love her, but not nearly as much as I do."
(Y/N) smiles to herself as the coffee brews. Her back is to him at the moment so he can't see the smile.
The way Jack talks about her sometimes makes her fall in love with him a little more. She talks about him like that all the time to friends and family, but knowing he's saying all of this in front of a camera for a documentary makes what he'[s saying a little more special. He isn't holding back because he's on camera.
"That's so cute," the interviewer says. "Could we be expecting a Jack Hughes proposal soon?"
"We'll see what happens," Jack replies. That causes her to spin around immediately and look at Jack. The smile that was on his face is still there as their eyes meet from two different rooms. Her smile grows bigger.
They've never talked about marriage. Both of them are very happy with where they are at in their relationship so they both not rushing to walk down the aisle. Plus, they're 21 and 22 respectively so they're still really young. They don't have to get married right now.
The interview goes by without another mention of marriage, or (Y/N). She's okay with that because this is about Jack and his accomplishments as NHL's rising star. He's come a long way since his rookie year.
(Y/N) was around that year but they weren't together. They were close friends at that point so she saw every day how Jack struggled his rookie year. He struggled with hockey and he struggled with what people were saying about him online. Calling him a NHL bust despite being drafted first overall.
They grew closer that year and it was during his sophomore season when they got together. She's been super supportive of him since he got drafted, but especially after his rookie year.
Jack quickly excuses himself before he gets mic'd up for the rest of the day. She's pouring coffee into two mugs for both of them when Jack comes up behind her and wraps his arms around his girlfriend.
"I know we never talked about it but-"
"Yes, I'd like to get married to you one day, Jack," (Y/N) interrupts as she turns in his arms. He presses her against the counter with one hand and takes his hot coffee in his other. "We don't have to rush into anything though. I'm happy with where we are and you're still trying to prove yourself in the NHL."
"So one day?" he asks.
She leans forward and kisses him softly and quickly. "One day."
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Hallways Hold Our Secrets
Jack Grealish x Fem!Reader
Warnings: reader is rodri's sister, secret relationships, jack is sooo nervous, they're terrible at hiding their relationship, big brother!rodri, awkward family dinners, alcohol and the consumption of, some cheekiness from jack and some brotherly teasing from rodri.
Word Count: 3.9k
Author's Note: I cannot believe it took me so long to write jack. also shout out to pooks for the basis of this idea + this gif has literally nothing to do with the fic. jack is just sexy that's all (also look at my other mans in the corner even tho I be wanting to beat him up sometimes)
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The message pops up on the top right corner of your laptop, you're certain it appeared on your phone as well but you're hoping he doesn't notice it.
Can I call you?
You click on it, typing back a response; I'm with him. Can it wait?
His reply comes just as fast; Just for a minute, I wanna hear your voice.
You shut the laptop, leaving it on the kitchen table. "Just gonna borrow this for a minute," you tell your brother as you grab your phone off the counter; he had been using it to get the recipe for dinner tonight since his was charging.
Rodri smiles, nodding. "Sure."
You disappeared around the corner, clicking the contact that frequents your call log. It barely got rang twice before he answered.
"Hi love," he sighs, as if he had dropped down to the couch. You smiled to yourself, leaning on the wall in the hallway. "Hi you."
"I miss you," he says, the words tugging on your heart. You could imagine the pout on his lips; coincidentally, also his favourite pose when he takes selfies.
"I saw you today, Jack." Your response comes out as a whisper, not wanting to be overheard.
"I know, is a man not allowed to miss his girlfriend?"
Once again, his words bring a smile to your face; girlfriend. That's what you were, even if it was a secret.
"You are," you smile.
Jack sighs, picking at his cuticle before he speaks again. "I wish you were here, I could use the company."
Man City had faced their first loss in a while. After being on a winning streak and the return from the treble winning season, this one hit them especially hard. To lose at home was even worse, it dug into them, rightfully so.
All of the boys were in a bad mood, Pep digging into them about what went wrong didn't help either. You had waited outside of the locker room in hopes of catching a quick moment with your boyfriend but he walked out with your brother who was more than ready to leave.
"Hermanita! Come taste this!" Rodri shouts from the kitchen and you sigh. "Me too, but another time, okay? I have to go."
"Yeah," Jack sighs, "I love you."
"Me too," you smile, hanging up before slipping your phone into your pocket. You walked into the kitchen, a smile on your face as your brother held the spoon out to you.
You tasted it, nodding. "It's good, needs a bit more pepper though."
"I thought so too," he nods in agreement, adding the rest of the chopped peppers that were sitting on the counter. "Where'd you go?" He asks as you return to your spot at the kitchen table.
"Needed my hair tie," you fib and his brows furrow. Your heart pounds in your chest when you notice his look, praying he didn't over hear your conversation. At the moment, it didn't occur to you that you had taken your phone with you and your lie made no sense.
"Your hair is untied."
"Yeah," you nod, "I couldn't find one."
Rodri nods, dismissing your words as he goes back to dinner, trying to finish up the last of it. Eventually he joins you at the table, your brother sits across from you, picking at the leftover pasta on his plate. "So, are you seeing someone ?"
You freeze, nearly choking on your juice. "What? Why would you ask me that?" You rubbed at your chest, looking at him with what you were certain was a confused look.
He shrugs, stabbing a piece of pasta. "You're 25, done university.. just seems like time to move on."
Your brother's displeasure with the last guy you dated was not something that he hid very well. He was a grade A douchebag, snotty and stuck up; when you look back, you wondered how you put up with all of his nonsense. You two dated from your second year of university up until right before your graduation.
During your last semester of university, you had taken a week off and came down to visit your big brother in Manchester. The break up was getting to you and it seems like everything around was a constant reminder of your wretched ex.
Rodri had taken you along with him to one of their home games, having you watch what your big brother does up from the stands as if you were 12 again, and afterwards you had gone down to find him and meet some of his teammates.
That was the first time you met Jack.
The two of you clicked instantly; a match made in heaven. From your personalities, to your sense of humour, to the way you dress and down to the way you texted were identical. You suited each other to a T.
It seems you two figured out as much as you went from not knowing each other to speaking every single day after you left Manchester.
Your older brother was aware that you and Jack were friends, but he didn't think much of it. He saw that you got along with quite a few of his teammates, which made him very happy.
What he didn't know was that you and Jack were more than friends.
Jack had come down to visit you during one of your off weeks. He didn't mention it to Rodri nor did you. The two of you decided that it would be your little secret until you've finished university and you can decide what to do from there.
It was just easier this way, there weren't any complications or strings attached if you decided to split up at the end of your semester.
You didn't realize that you'd find yourself in Manchester nor did you expect to fall in love with the midfielder so quickly.
Nodding, you clear your throat. "I will."
"I'm just happy you're over him, he was shit." Rodri says, clearing the table. You can't help the laugh that you let out, leaning back in your chair.
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Match day; your favourite day.
The Etihad was full from top to bottom, the crowd cheering their names, hoping that the team brings home a win. To nobody's surprise, they managed to bring home a win and four points.
You had gone down, waiting for your brother as they got cleaned up after the game. You were taking a photo of their treble wall, all the photos of them smiling and celebrating with their trophies.
The familiar scent of his cologne makes you smile, you can hear his footsteps and you figure he'll appear next to you, not pinch your hip and scare you.
"Dude!" You jumped, swatting his hands away. Your boyfriend smiles, his arms around your waist, pulling you into him.
"It's just me, relax," he whispers, chin on your shoulder. As the words leave his mouth, you melt against him; you can feel the warmth from his body, the mix of cologne trying to mask the sweat from 90 minutes on a pitch usually disgusted you but with him, it was tolerable.
Jack spoke, pulling you from your thoughts. "What are you doing out here?"
"Taking a picture," you lifted your phone to show him, flipping the camera to take a photo of the two of you. Both you and Jack make his favourite face; that duck face and then another one with you two smiling, and one more of him kissing your cheek.
His fingers mindlessly drumming against your stomach, looking at the photos on the wall when you snapped back to reality.
You weren't in your little bubble of safety with him; anyone could see you, your brother could see you.
It seemed unreal that you were 25 and still sneaking around, hiding your relationship from your big brother but it would be easier if you weren't dating his teammate.
You stepped away from Jack abruptly, the man's brows pulled together and there's a confused look on his face. "What's wrong?"
"Someone could see us," you step further away, creating some distance from the two of you. Jack looked even more puzzled than he did before.
"And that would be the worst thing because.." He trails off, looking at you. You roll your eyes, leaning on the wall as you look at him. "You know, 10 would look much better on you." He nods towards your jersey, there's a cheeky grin on his face and you roll your eyes yet again.
You had worn your brother's jersey, as you do most match days. "16 looks perfectly fine on me, thank you for your input."
"You'd look sexy in a plastic bag, babe. Just saying 10 would be better on you."
You don't get a chance to answer, your big brother comes around the corner. His hand rests on Jack's shoulder, patting it firmly before slinging it over his shoulder.
"What's going on here?" Rodri looks between you two and you shake your head. "Just saying hello to your sister," Jack says, smiling at his teammate.
Rodri hums, nodding as he glances between the two of you. "Did y/n ever tell you about that chocolate cake she makes?"
"No," Jack shook his head, "I don't think so." - A total lie. Jack has had that cake so many times before and you had even gone as far as giving him the recipe, which was a secret.
"Why don't you come over for dinner tomorrow? I'm sure y/n won't mind making it, would you?"
You shrug, "yeah I don't mind, but I'm sure Jack has plans."
You glance between your brother and boyfriend, wondering what the sudden dinner invite was about. It wasn't that Rodri and Jack didn't get along, because they did. It just struck you as odd because it's not one of the guys Rodri typically hangs out with outside of work related events.
"I don't," Jack smiles at you. "I'd be more than happy to come over. Should I bring something?"
"No, man. Don't worry about that, come over for 8."
"Sounds good," Jack nods, smiling as he walks off.
You look at your brother, arms folded over your chest. Your eyes narrowed on the man, trying to figure out his motive. "What was that?"
"What was what?" Rodri asks and you nod towards Jack. "The dinner invite."
"I can't invite my teammate to dinner?" Rodri's brows furrow, looking back at you.
"You can. Just find it odd, considering that you and Jack aren't close like that."
He shrugs, "just felt like having some company over. Other than your ugly face of course." There's a smile on his face as he looks at you. You pinch his side, the man pulling you into a headlock as you two walk down the hallway.
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Shirt covered in butter, flour and eggs and you had finally put the cake into the oven to bake. Your phone buzzes once on the counter as you tidy up. It buzzes again, then again and again.
Finally, you set the rag down and walk over to check who it was.
From Jack: Babe!!!
From Jack: I'm freaking out bro
From Jack: I don't know what to wear
From Jack: *1 Image Attachment* Should I wear this??
The series of messages left you confused, as did his outfit choice. Jack had sent you a photo of the ugliest Gucci shirt he owned and there were quite a few of them in his closet.
To Jack: That is the ugliest shirt I've seen in my life.
From Jack: That's fucking rude
To Jack: Also why are you freaking out?? It's just dinner.
From Jack: Can you please just come help me??
To Jack: I have a cake in the oven
From Jack: So ??? Please come. It's an emergency.
You sigh, walking down the hallway to your brother's room. You knocked, waiting for them to answer before you peek into the room.
"I ran out of sugar and I need it for the icing. I'm gonna run to the store, can you keep an eye on the cake? It's got a timer running so just take it out when it's done."
Rodri nods, trying to make up his bed "Sure, don't be too long. It's almost 7."
"Yeah, I'll be back soon." You picked up his car keys off of his dresser. "Love you!" You called as you walked out of the room.
"Drive safely!" He shouts back and the front door slams shut.
It was a 15 minute drive to Jack's place, the elevator ride up felt like longer and you tumbled through your purse to find the key Jack had given you to his apartment.
"Where are you?!" You shout, setting your bag on the table, kicking your shoes off.
"Bathroom!" He calls back and you find your way to the bathroom. Jack's back was to you, shirtless and quite tanned for a guy living in Manchester. You find yourself leaning on the wall, watching as your boyfriend tumbled through one of the drawers for something.
Jack chuckles, "I can feel you staring."
"So?" you smiled at him when he turned to face you. "I can't stay long, so what do you need help with?"
He walks over to you, his arm looping around your waist. "I can't kiss my girl hello?" He asks, leaning into you. His cologne overpowering any other scent, the familiar smell made your head spin.
"You can," you smiled, holding his jaw gently as you kissed him. "Okay come on though, let's pick something out." You hold his hand, pulling him back to his bedroom.
Jack sits on the bed, watching as you search through the closet for something for him to wear. "I really don't understand why you're so freaked out for dinner. You've had dinner with Rodri before, haven't you?"
"Yeah, but at work stuff. This is different."
"How so?" You set a few choices on the bed. "I'm sure he's gonna be in sweats, Jack. No need to stress yourself out."
Jack looks over at you, "yeah but he invited me to his house. You're my girlfriend and he's your big brother. Even if he doesn't know, I want to make a good impression."
"That's sweet, now put this on." You smiled, handing him a forest green short sleeved button up you pulled out of the depths of his closet.
While Jack was getting ready, you searched through the drawers for a shopping bag you were sure he had left around. When you found out, you tumbled through his cupboards for a bag of icing sugar you knew you had left there and then you opened the fridge to get the butter.
"What are you doing?" Jack asks, appearing in the doorway.
"I told Rodri I was going to the store, I can't go back empty handed."
"So that means you need to take my butter?" He looks at you confused, fixing the sleeves of his shirt. You nodded, smiling at him as you walked to the door.
Jack follows behind you, watching as you put your shoes back on. "I've seen your bank account, you can afford to buy another tub of butter," you patted his chest, giving him a quick kiss before heading out.
When you returned home, the house was quiet. "Rod?" You called, walking into the kitchen to see your cakes on the stove cooling and the back door was open.
"Hey," your brother stepped back inside. "You're back."
"What's going on? " You look at him confused. "Why were you outside?"
"I figured we could eat outside tonight, it's nice out."
"Okay then," you turn your attention to your cake, starting on the icing. "Did you get everything you needed?" Rodri asks, scooping some icing up on his finger.
You smack his arm, the man smiles and sticks his finger in his mouth to taste the frosting. "I did."
"Okay, I'm gonna go take a shower." He kisses your cheek, walking off towards the bathroom. You rolled your eyes at your brother's theatrics and finished up on your cake, frosting it and sticking it in the fridge for the time being.
By the time you finished tidying up and setting up the last of what was needed for dinner, it was a few minutes to 8 o'clock. Rodri finds his way back to the kitchen in slacks and a polo shirt.
"You're dressed up," you glance in his direction, setting the last glass into the dish rack. "We have company coming, I'm not gonna eat dinner in sweatpants, y/n."
You chuckled, remembering what you had told Jack earlier. "Okay whatever you say."
The doorbell rings, Rodri makes his way over to open it and let Jack in. The two of them made small talk in the entryway as you wiped your hands on the kitchen towel. Upon finding the men, you realized both of them were far too dressed up for you to be in sweatpants.
"I see I'm undressed." You announced, making your presence known.
"Hi y/n," Jack smiles at you, handing the bottle of wine over to Rodri.
"Hi Jack," you smiled back at him, as if you hadn't seen him 40 minutes ago. "I'm going to go change, I'll meet you guys outside."
You left them to make their way outside while you attempted to pull together an outfit as quickly as possible. You pulled your hair out of the falling apart ponytail it was in and put on a sundress before making your way outside.
"Wine?" Rodri asks, after pouring some into Jack's glass. "Yeah, please." You smile at your brother, sitting in the chair that was on the left; between Jack and Rodri who were across from each other.
Dinner was quiet, the 3 of you chatting about life, football, the upcoming matches, your plans come the fall. Rodri lets you and Jack speak, it's like you had forgotten he was there altogether; it didn't take a scientist to see the chemistry between you two.
You and Jack were comfortable in each other's space, joking around like you had known each other for years, the type of thing you'd only see with a couple.
After dinner wrapped up, you cleared the table and brought the cake out. You cut three pieces, handing them over to the boys before sitting down and taking your own piece.
Rodri takes a bite, looking over at his teammate who does the same. "How is it?" He asks Jack.
The man nods, "good, it's great." He smiles at you and you return the gesture, taking a bite from your own piece.
Rodri nods, the fork in between his fingers as he points between you and Jack. "So.. how long has this been going on?"
You coughed, rubbing your chest after you almost choked on your cake. Jack on the other was completely pale, as if all the blood had drained from his body.
He starts, glancing between you and Rodri, unsure what to say. "Wh-uh.. what are you talking about?"
Rodri rolls his eyes, as if Jack thought he was stupid. He knew the two of you were seeing each other, it was painfully obvious. He had a suspicion and tonight's dinner was either going to make or break the thought. It just slapped a big old confirmed stamp on the two of you.
"I'm not blind, you know. I do pay attention, even when you think I'm not." Rodri says, looking over at you with an accusatory look on his face. You bite back a shy smile, lips pressed together as you look away from your older brother. "Plus, your bedroom is next to mine, y/n. Having him on speaker all night isn't exactly the slickest way of hiding a relationship."
You and Jack chuckled, looking at each other. "It's not that we didn't want to tell you-" "It was y/n's idea not to tell you." Jack butts in, throwing you under the bus so to speak.
"Shut up!" You groan, shaking your head. "As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted," you glance in the direction of your boyfriend. "I just wanted to see where it goes, if I'd stay in Manchester or not."
"And are you?" Rodri asks.
You take a moment to think, nodding. "Yeah, I think I will be."
"Good," your brother reaches over, patting your hand. "Does he treat you well?"
You rolled your eyes at his cliché question but you nod. "He does."
Rodri turns his attention to Jack. "If you hurt her, I'll hurt you." He tells his teammate, earning a laugh from Jack but you look at your boyfriend. "No, he will and I'll let him."
"Oh..." Jack looks between the siblings, jaw hanging open a bit. "Okay then."
The rest of the evening was quiet, you two gave Rodri a few details from your relationship, how long you'd be together and a few other things like that before you took the cake back inside.
Jack had gone to the bathroom and your brother finds you cutting another slice of the cake, putting it into a Tupperware bowl in the kitchen. "What are you doing?" He looks at you, confused.
You return the look, "packing a piece of cake for Jack? There's more than enough, Rod. You can have more tomorrow." You chuckled, putting the bowl into a bag.
"I don't think your clothes are gonna fit in there," Rodri tells you, leaning on the counter. You look at your brother, confusion all over your face. "What are you talking about, dude?"
"Go pack your bag."
"Are you kicking me out? I thought you were cool with-" "No dummy, I'm telling you to go spend the night with your boyfriend."
"Oh!" You laughed, walking over to give your brother a hug. "You're really okay with me dating him?"
"Would he have been my first choice? No, I thought you'd date a doctor or something boring like that but as long as you're happy and he treats you well, I'm 100% behind it."
"Okay," you smiled, kissing his cheek before running off to your room.
Jack and Rodri were in the entryway, your bag tossed over your shoulder as you skipped down the hallway towards them. Jack reaches for your bag, taking it from you.
"Thanks man," Jack nods at his teammate, Rodri smiles at him. "Anytime, take care of her, yeah? Drive carefully please."
"I'm a fantastic driver," Jack says, and you and Rodri exchange a look before laughing. Jack rolls his eyes, already knowing what you two were thinking. You hugged your brother once more, saying goodnight to him before heading down the driveway with him.
Once you were in the car, Jack looked over at you with a cheeky smile on his face. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"
"Shut up," you smiled, reaching over to hold his hand.
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hey beaut, can i request a yan ben drowned ticci toby nd ej with a chavvy reader from england ? like first impressions and their dynamic,, thank yuuu xxx
What a quirky request, haha. Very unexpected. I’ll let you know that I’m not too familiar with this stereotype, but I’ve seen a fair amount of social media examples, so hopefully it’s at least a little bit authentic.
Yandere! Creepypasta x Chav! Reader
Featuring Ticci-Toby, Ben Drowned and Eyeless Jack with a British chav reader that wins their hearts.
Ticci-Toby
He wouldn’t call it downright stalking, but Ticci-Toby has been observing you for a while now. Sometimes from afar, sometimes from a closer distance (such as your bedroom window), but his presence has always been concealed nonetheless. After thorough consideration he decides to approach you. You’re standing at the bus stop in your squeaky puffer jacket when you notice the pale stranger in unusual garments. You nervously chew on your gum and clutch your bag before finally speaking up. “What’re you staring at, luv?” His eyes immediately light up. Did you… did you just call him love?
Needles to say he’s over the moon. Only later does it occur to you that he doesn’t seem to grasp common slang, nor metaphorical talks for that matter. He takes things quite literally and you have to consider your wording before opening your mouth. That doesn’t stop you, however, from having a response ready at all times. That’s what Ticci-Toby really likes about you, you’re always there to ground him. It’s your raspy, mildly annoyed voice that snaps him out of his terrible paranoid episodes. He’s come to cherish the awakening “Are you mental, mate?”
He finds hanging out with you very comforting. In fact, both of you have started this little ritual of him draining his chatty moods while you sit in front of a mirror and do your makeup, interjecting every now and then with a little feedback. He gets to empty his brain of all the erratic thoughts and simultaneously admire your appearance. You’re perfect. For him, particularly.
Ben Drowned
Once again you’re woken up by the loud static in the living room. You drag your legs over to the TV with a knackered groan and slap the remote. Your ex partner had forgotten their video game at your place and ever since you’ve been getting outlandish messages and images stuck on the screen. Who would even play this? Did the game somehow mess up with your TV? This time it won’t turn off despite your attempts. The screen is frozen and you can make out a faded, pixelated text plastered in the corner: “It’s lonely here. Would you join me?”
Ben is fascinated by you and has been so ever since he’s been brought to this place. The forgotten video game was not unintentional: Ben had a fair amount of amusement from haunting your partner, and in a moment of despair they hoped relocating this cursed item would put the focus on someone else, like you. Although you’re rather oblivious to his scare tactics. This time is no different, but now he’s no longer interested in terrorizing you. Quite the opposite. How would you respond to his flustered confessions?
Being with Ben is a surreal experience, given that he can switch between the physical and digital realm with ease. He enjoys teasing you and lately he’s been cheeky in different ways, such as engaging in playful banter regarding your style and accent. It’s all in good fun and you do enjoy his humor. Though you wish he’d skip the riddles that only confuse you most of the time, or the sudden disappearances.
Eyeless Jack
Despite your repeated promises to yourself that you won’t go overboard with drinking ever again, here you are blacked out after a particularly lively party. To your defense, you didn’t expect to be woken up by some bizarre creature, and similarly it seems the man didn’t anticipate you’d be shaken out of your intoxicated state. You can see the glistening of a sharp tool in his hand and instantly sober up.
Both of you are stuck, contemplating the next move. Should Jack just kill you now? If he’s fast enough, you won’t have time to scream for too long. Then again, he does take pride in his silent surgical extractions. A messy fight would just go against his purpose. Your nostrils expand as they begin to accommodate to his presence. You sniff loudly a few times and gag involuntarily. Something stinks. “It’s you. You smell so shabby!” you exclaim and abruptly get up, reaching for your handbag that had been abandoned next to your bed earlier. You aggressively rustle its contents until you finally pull out a Victoria’s Secret perfume bottle. Satisfied, you begin spraying around the hooded man. He can only stare at you, speechless. “I cannot!” you keep repeating in disbelief.
Jack had snuck into your apartment hoping to leave with a fresh kidney and instead ended up perfumed and insulted by a drunken character. It’s this shameless unpredictability that has gotten him hopelessly interested in you. He loves to see your reactions and finds you greatly entertaining. On your end, you find him a proper, quirky lad, although a bit of a nutter. You’re also getting better at tolerating his intense odor that reminds you of black pudding. On one occasion Jack has offered to share his grisly nightly hunts with you, but you casually refused because you’ve got to stay snatched.
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I'm currently trying to warm up for writing so I just want to do a little headcanons post...
Things the Hashira do/say during sex
Minors DNI
Giyuu Tomioka:
Isn't one for talking during sex so much, but occasionally something starts to slip out. He has trouble stopping himself, especially when it starts getting good.
You won't get complete sentences out of him 90% of the time, so when he does slip up it's usually...
"You feel-...", "Don't-", "I can't-..." and a mixture of short gasps and groans.
Often finds himself covering his own mouth with his hand because he's starting to lose his composure.
He'll make intense eye contact the entire time though. To the point it almost worries you.
(wants you to look back at him the entire time too)
Very into slow touch, loves to caress up your legs and tummy mostly. He's not usually one for rough, fast sex.
He loves to edge you though and when he discovered that you could see the gears turning in his head... Shocked at his own actions but pleasantly surprised by the results.
Tengen Uzui:
Talks all the time during sex. It's rare to have a moment of silence with him. He's the absolute best at dirty talk too, it just comes so naturally to him.
A big tease too, sure he'll praise you but he can't resist saying something that will make you slightly flustered. Makes you clench around him too so that's a bonus.
Favorite thing is to show off his strength in some way, usually by lifting you up during sex. Absolutely loves to hold you up by the thighs in front of a mirror.
"You've been thinking about this all day, haven't you? I can tell." "Little greedy tonight, aren't we?" "The face you're making right now is so cute."
Obanai Iguro:
Depending on his mood, he can be a little harsh with comments at the beginning. In actuality, he's trying to cover up whatever anxiety he's having. It doesn't matter if this is your hundredth time having sex, he still gets a little anxious.
He's almost never the one to initiate sex, even when you find yourselves in a situation that will lead to it he'll stop and make sure it's something you're craving.
A bit shy, though won't ever admit it. Does everything in his power to keep the face bandages on during sex.
Along with being shy, he has a hard time asking you what you like or what you want done. So he usually does things (slowly) in the heat of the moment and then gauges your reaction.
Usually doesn't say much during sex, but if he gets a reaction that he likes, he'll usually boast about it a little (after he's done looking like a shocked, love sick puppy).
"Oh? Did that do something for you? Well, maybe if you ask nicely I'll do it again... Come on. Beg for me."
Gyomei Himejima:
Okay don't laugh but I think he would pray during sex don't @ me.
Hearing soft "namu"s in between thrusts-
Gyomei takes a long time when it comes to foreplay, it's both because it's his favorite part and for his own peace of mind. He needs to make sure you're ready for him.
He's not one for anything else but praise. If you ask him to degrade you he will not do it. He'll be confused, why would you ever want that?
He's also one to tell you everything in that moment, walking you through what he feels and what you feel like to him.
He isn't into pet names so much but will absolutely call you "my love."
"So soft, my love. I can feel you deep inside."
Kyojuro Rengoku:
Listen. I love him. But I think he would talk about anything and everything during sex. Doesn't have to be appropriate for the moment either, he'll just... talk.
He's focused of course, but sometimes he's bad at reading the atmosphere and will talk about what you two are going to go do afterwards- usually what you two are going to go eat. Okay enough shitposting-
To praise and be praised is all he ever wants. He'll give praise like crazy but also... just melt as soon as you praise him right back. Melt and then start jack hammering-
Any teasing that comes from his mouth is purely accidental.
"Ngh- A-amazing job! You're doing wonderful, keep it up!" "Mmm! I think we could take another round after this. What do you say?"
Mitsuri Kanroji:
The type to giggle a lot during sex.
For her, sex is definitely about the emotional connection. So degradation is a no-no. She's more into words of affirmation/praise during sex but keeping it casual enough to crack some jokes here and there.
She gets flustered easily though, don't let the giggling fool you.
"Is... this okay?" "Oh! You liked that! That makes me happy~!"
Sanemi Shinazugawa:
A sucker for teasing.
But if you tease him back it catches him off guard and makes him flustered for sure. Not saying not to do that, but it might make him short circuit.
The horny in me wants him to be into degradation, but I just feel like hardcore degradation isn't his style. I think he'd try to embarrass you but he wouldn't call you names. (if you write him like this though, by all means please do I'm a sucker for being called 'pathetic' by him-)
Similar to Obanai, Sanemi can be a little shy at first. Particularly, Sanemi doesn't really know where to look the first time.
Once he opens up though, hold on for a ride-
"Hold up... Did that just turn you on?" "Don't tell me you're close already, we just got started."
Shinobu Kocho:
Honestly, she's on the same spectrum of being a big tease like Sanemi.
Maybe even worse.
I'm tempted to say she's got a smidge of a kink for degrading people too but that's...
medical kink Sorry, wish I had more for her but my head is now just filled with thoughts of Shinobu in a Halloween nurse costume.
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Undermine
First Lady of Private Garden Fic
Synopsis: Jack doesn't like how certain conversations happen in front of the triplets and quickly puts a stop to it
Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader
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“Babe! Did you remember to get extra ice?” You asked Jack as he was tying the back of your bikini top for you and placing kisses along your shoulders.
“Yes, my love. I promise that I got everything on the list you gave me. It’s already in the cooler downstairs” He answered before turning you around and leaning down to place several pecks on your lips.
Both of you decided at the last minute to have a pool party since the temperatures would probably reach close to 100 and the main mission of the day was to stay as cool as possible. Jack quickly let everyone in the group text know and they would be coming in about another hour or so.
“Thank you. I just worry about you sometimes.” You replied being completely honest.
Your husband was very smart, but sometimes you thought he had a screw missing when you asked him to do certain things.
“What the? Why?!”
“You and Urban went to the store when I asked you to get me the ingredients to make my banana pudding and the fact that the both of you came back without bananas was confusing to me. It’s called banana pudding…. So I need bananas?”
“That was one time!”
“And the time that I asked you to get me shredded cheese for the tacos and you brought back sliced cheese which we NEVER eat because that shit is basically not real. And since when does sliced cheese go on tacos?!?”
“Okay, two times.” Jack said while shrugging, but you continued to shake your head.
“And then there was….”
“Okay, baby. I get it!”
“But, I love you anyway.” You said while hugging him.
“I love you too, more than you know.”
“Maybe I should change.” You quietly muttered while looking down at your stomach and seeing your c-section scar. You were trying to maneuver your bathing suit in order for it to be less noticeable.
“For what? And you better not be saying that because of your scar.”
“But… I don’t know. I just hate….”
Jack immediately cut you off.
“Turn around and look in the mirror for me.”
That was one thing that you slowly began to hate once you had seen what your scar looked like, but Jack being the amazing husband that he is always did positive affirmations with you every single day while he made you face the mirror. It had gotten better when you had finally come out of your postpartum depression, but once in a while, you found yourself being less confident that you were before and having low self-esteem.
Once you were in front of the mirror, Jack wrapped his arms around you and placed his chin on your shoulder and simply stared at you and smiled through the mirror and moved your bathing suit so that you could see the scar.
“Y/N, baby, my sweetheart, the love of my life, I don’t care how many times I have to tell you this. You are beautiful and amazing inside and out and you were able to bring three lives into the world at one time. That’s something that you should be proud of because I know for damn sure that I am. You’re wearing it, and besides it’ll give me easy access for later. And if anyone says anything, which I know that they won’t because it’s our friends, I’m kicking their ass. I just wish you saw yourself how I see you.”
The tears couldn’t help but to fall and Jack noticed and quickly kissed your cheek and squeezed you tighter.
“I love you and I will tell you a million and one times. That’s never going to change and I’m always here to reassure you.”
“I love you too. So much.” You replied while smiling back at him.
“Now, let’s go get our munchkins ready for the pool.”
You nodded in response as the two of you went to their room and found them playing quietly. Axel’s eyes landed on you first and he quickly got up and came over to you.
“You look so pretty, mommy.”
“Why thank you, bubs. Are you three ready to get in the pool?”
“YES!” Ivy quickly exclaimed before going over to her dresser and opening it to find her bathing suit.
“Hold on, Ivy. Let daddy help you.” Jack said while going over towards her. You looked at Autumn who had a slight pout on her face.
“What’s the matter baby boo?” You asked while squatting down to her height and all she did was shake her head at you.
“Nothing, mommy.”
“Are you sure because my cute little girl looks to be upset.”
“One of her toys broke.” Axel quietly said and you looked to Autumn for confirmation and she slowly nodded her head.
“It’s okay to be upset. But mommy and daddy can buy you a new one. Is it this one right here?” You asked seeing the toy that was in front of her. You tried to pick it up, but as you did pieces were falling and you quickly put it down.
“How about we go and have fun in the pool to get your mind off of it? Your aunts and uncles are coming too so you get to see them.”
“Auntie Jess and B?” She asked and her eyes lit up once you nodded your head yes.
“Okay.”
“Now what color bathing suit did you want to wear?”
“Pink like yours, mommy.”
“I want to wear mine that matches daddy.” Axel quietly said and you simply nodded while going over to the dresser and getting out both of them.
“Now all three of you remember that you cannot be in the pool without me or daddy, right?”
“Yes!”
“And all three of you need to listen to us, okay? I’m going to get your floaties when we go downstairs."
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Axel was currently on Urban’s shoulders in the pool while Ivy was with Jack and Autumn was with you as you were laying on your inflatable flamingo and she was laying on your chest still upset about her toy from earlier. Jess and Blanca were next to you as PG was scattered all around the backyard with a few of them eating and a few others in the pool with Jack and Urban. Both of your parents said they would come by later and that your mom was bringing her homemade ice cream.
“Autumn?”
“Yes?” She looked up at you and you simply sighed. You absolutely hated that she was upset and was trying to do anything and everything to take her mind off of it.
“You hungry? You didn’t eat lunch yet.”
“No.”
“Did you want to play with Ivy and Axel?”
“Um, okay.”
“Babe, come get Autumn!” You called out to Jack who sat Ivy on the side of the pool so she wouldn’t be in the water by herself and quickly grabbed Autumn from your chest.
“Hey bubs. You ready to swim with me?” Jack asked her and she nodded and gave him a small smile.
Clay also got in the water so that Jack wouldn’t have to keep his eye on the two of them at the same time.
“I’m about to make margaritas, you two want some?” You asked as you turned to them and they quickly nodded their heads.
“Why do you insist on asking stupid questions?” Jess asked while looking at you dumbfounded.
“Now, just don’t make it so strong.” Blanca replied while eyeing Jess.
“Stop looking at me like that! I slept in the bathroom ONE TIME.”
“You literally only had two of her margaritas and it put you out like that.”
“I promise not to make it so strong, but where’s the fun in that?”
“YES!”
“Travis is going to have to take her out of here on a stretcher.”
Once you swam to the corner of the pool and you got out, you quickly heard Jack call for you.
“Yeah, babe?”
“Autumn wants to come with you.”
“Why, what’s wrong?” You asked as he lifted her up out of the pool so you could take her.
“I’m sleepy.”
“Okay, my sweet girl, I'll put you down for a nap.” You said while brushing wet curls out of her face.
“I’m making margaritas too, so I’ll be back.” You told Jack and then quickly heard Urban.
“DO MANGO AND WATERMELON FOR ME PLEASE!”
“Of course, Urby.”
You quickly went inside to get Autumn out of her bathing suit and laid her down on the couch and decided that you would give her a full bath later before quickly going to the kitchen to make margaritas. From the kitchen, you had a perfect view of the pool and saw Jack throwing Ivy up in the air and catching her and almost having a panic attack. And he was doing it without her having on her swim vest.
You knew that Jack would never do anything to put them in harm’s way, but you couldn’t help but to feel uneasy.
It wasn’t until you saw him throw her up and she landed in the water without him catching her that officially had you pissed off and you immediately stormed outside.
“Why is she not wearing her vest?” You asked Jack as he was now holding Ivy.
“She’s fine, babe. I’m with her.”
“Even though you’re with her she still can’t swim very well so that’s why she needs to wear them. I literally just saw you throw her in the air and NOT catch her.”
“That was one time, and do you honestly think I would put my kids in danger?” Jack fired back while giving you a slight attitude.
“But you dropped her when mommy took Autumn inside the house too.” Axel quietly said and Urban stifled a laugh while Jack looked at him in disbelief.
“Little man is always throwing his dad under the bus.” Urban said and Axel looked confused not knowing exactly what that meant.
“I’m okay, mommy.” Ivy quickly said as you had your arms crossed and tried not to go off.
“I’m happy that you are, but your father probably won’t be later. Put her vest on, NOW.”
“You are literally making this more difficult than it needs to be.” Jack said before handing Ivy to Clay.
“Uh oh, daddy got the boss upset.” Axel whispered in Urban’s ear who immediately looked at him confused.
“Who’s the boss?”
“My mommy. She’s the boss.”
All you did was shake your head and go back into the house with Jack hot on your trail.
“I think daddy’s sleeping on the couch tonight.” Ivy said to Clay and he couldn’t help but to laugh.
Once in the kitchen, you continued to make your margaritas while ignoring your husband who was right behind you leaning on the island.
“Y/N.”
“Jackman.”
“She was absolutely fine.”
“I don’t care if she was fine because that’s not the point. She can’t swim as well as Axel and Autumn can!”
“And you know for a damn fact that I would never let anything happen to her!”
“I know you wouldn’t, but I repeat, not the point. She could have seriously gotten hurt.”
“But she didn’t.”
“You’re pissing me off so I’m going to need you to move out of my way and get out of my sight.”
“I’m not leaving until we finish talking about this.”
“We’re obviously not going to see eye to eye about this so you can leave. Don’t you think we’ve spent enough time in the hospital with all three of them?! I don’t want that to become a reality again! Why is that so hard for you to understand?!”
“You’re doing it again.” Jack replied while sighing.
“Doing what again?”
“Being a damn helicopter parent. You did it with PG and you’re doing it again now. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of my damn kids and don’t need you undermining me especially in front of them and other people because I damn sure don't do that to you. I’m not your child, I’m your husband the last time I checked and honestly sometimes I swear that you don’t think before you talk. You act like what you say always goes before even saying anything to me first."
“I never said that you weren’t! I know you’re a good father and I tell you all the time! You four are my entire life and all I want to do is keep all of you safe. How the hell does that equate to me being a helicopter parent?”
“How is she supposed to learn if we don’t let her?! Left up to you, she wouldn’t!”
“That is not true and you know it!”
"Why would I say it if it wasn’t true?!"
“Daddy? Why are you and mommy yelling?” You heard Autumn’s voice from behind you and he immediately went and picked her up.
“Great, now you woke her up.” You muttered and Jack shot you a look.
“Hey, bubs. Did you have a good nap?” Jack asked her not even acknowledging her question because he didn't know how much she heard and didn't want to put you in a bad light.
“Yes, and now I’m hungry.”
“Let’s get you something to eat then.” Jack replied while quickly walking back outside with her as you finished up the margaritas.
When the sun was finally going down, all three babies got their baths and we’re comfortably in their beds, but you already knew that they would make their way over to yours.
You and Jack hadn’t said anything else to each other since earlier and you were thinking about what he said and how you undermine him in front of the triplets which is the last thing that you ever wanted to do. The two of you are supposed to be a team while being there for each other as well as your kids. You had to make a decision to be more conscious about that any time the two of you got into a disagreement and try not to do that in front of them.
After you had taken your shower and put your hair up, you curled up on the couch next to the window and decided to finish one of the books that you had been reading when you decided to go on the hunt for your husband to apologize to him and hoped that he wanted to talk to you.
You weren’t surprised when you found him downstairs in the studio and quickly put your arms around him from behind, but he brushed you off and you immediately sighed.
"Can you talk to me, please? We are not going to bed mad at each other so this needs to get fixed and get fixed now.”
"Why? So you can continue undermining me like you did before? If so, I'm good and you can leave."
"No, I actually want to apologize to you because that wasn't right to do that in front of them."
"You do it all the time. I usually brush it off, but I couldn't do that because I'm tired of it. I know I'm not the perfect parent, but I for damn sure know how to take care of my kids. Any time we have a disagreement, I'm always the one running to you to fix it but you never do the same thing because once again you like playing the victim card. You've gotten better but you still do it."
"I know and I'm working on it. I still have a long way to go but I'll get there. I’m sorry for undermining you in front of them. You’re a good father and I know you only want the best for them and would never put them in harm’s way. I trust you with my life and I know that they trust you with theirs.” You said while he fully turned around in his chair to look at you.
“I’m sorry too. I admit that I should have had her wear it regardless and I get why you’re so protective, but you still have to let them live. If we shelter them too much, it’s only going to cause problems when they get older.”
“That’s fair. She was smiling and laughing so I probably ruined that.”
“No you didn’t. She still did even after that happened."
"I'll leave you to it then. I just wanted to apologize. Um, are you coming upstairs any time soon?" You said as you were about to make your way back to your bedroom.
"No, I'll be down here for a while so you don't have to wait up for me."
This was a first and you were trying not to show on your face how upset that made you, but you understood if he didn't want to be around you at the moment.
Sometimes you thought that Jack deserved someone better than you because you felt that even if you had good intentions, it might not look that way to other people and the last thing that you ever wanted to do was upset him or your triplets.
Which you did earlier today.
"But…"
"Go to sleep, Y/N. I'm fine."
He called you by your first name.
And he did it twice today.
Which he never did unless he was being serious or he was mad at you and you had a feeling that it was both.
"Okay." You quietly answered before going back upstairs. But you walked slowly just in case Jack changed his mind and called out for you which he didn't.
You checked on the triplets to see that they were actually sleeping and were probably worn out from swimming all day before heading back to your room.
Turning on the light, you went to go and sit back in the corner to read in order to take your mind off of everything that happened today.
It had started off well and then it went to shit and you only had yourself to blame for that.
It was around 2 in the morning when Jack finally came upstairs. He went to check on the triplets first and saw that they were sound asleep before making his way to your shared bedroom. He noticed the light was still on and you were curled up on the couch by the window and he assumed that you had been reading and fell asleep.
He took your book from you and set it to the side before picking you up and bringing you to the bed and placing you underneath the comforter before going to his side and lying down.
Once Jack had finally gone to sleep, you were suddenly now awake and confused on how you had gotten back to the bed, but once you felt him move, you had your answer.
One time in therapy, you remember that Jack had told you that no matter how mad he was at you he was always going to protect you and make sure that you were okay and you told him that you would do the exact same thing.
After laying there for about two hours, you finally got up and went downstairs to turn the television on Boomerang so you could watch old cartoons.
The Powerpuff Girls were always one of your favorites and you still remember your mom getting you a Buttercup birthday cake when you had turned seven.
You didn’t realize that the sun was now peeking through the curtains when you finally decided to drift off in the hopes of getting at least another hour or two of sleep before the triplets woke up.
It was around 8:30 and you expected for one of them to come and wake you up, but it was your husband instead.
“What are you doing down here when I specifically put you in the bed?” He asked as you were opening your eyes.
“I couldn’t sleep.” You responded by shrugging and pulling the blanket that you had gotten out of the closet closer to you.
“Move over.”
“Wait, what?”
“Move over so I can lay behind you.”
You did as you were told and felt Jack wrap his arms around you and kiss your cheek as he put the blanket over both of you.
“Might as well get my cuddles in before the three munchkins decide to wake up and steal you from me.”
“I thought you were mad at me?” You quietly asked while focusing on the tv.
“It’s a new day and I’m trying to start with a clean slate. Me being mad at you takes too much energy. Even though I definitely was mad at you yesterday, we apologized and moved on and we’re going to do better moving forward. So, just because I get mad at you, you think I don’t love you anymore and won’t show you affection?”
All you did was shake your head no in response.
“Then can you turn around and give me a kiss please? I would like a kiss from my wife.” Jack asked and you quickly did.
“You called me by my first name.”
“Isn’t that the name your mom gave you? I’m confused.”
“You did it twice and you never call me by my first name unless you’re mad at me or being serious.”
“Oh, I didn’t even notice.”
“My name is baby or babe. You know this already and I won’t answer unless that’s what you call me.”
“Dramatic much? But I get it.”
“But, I really am sorry. I never want to make you feel bad and I know that I did yesterday.”
“You apologized already. We both did, it’s over and done with. Just let me love up on my wife and all is forgiven.”
That was quickly cut short once you heard little footsteps and Ivy came down the steps.
“Oooh Uncle Clay owes me ten dollars!”
“Wait, why?” Jack asked her, looking confused.
“I told him that you were probably going to have to sleep on the couch last night.”
“What the?! Ivy, I slept upstairs!”
“But he doesn’t know that.” She shrugged while climbing on top of both of you and laying down.
“She is literally your child.” Jack said as he looked at you and all you did was shrug.
“Well, she does look like me.”
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hi, hope you’re having a womdering day!
is it ok to have jack the ripper, beelzebub and hermes with a tsundere reader (i hate everyone but you kinda thing) that is also very motherly towards them? if that’s ok?
thank you for your hard work. 🖤
I hope you have a good day too!! I hope you like it^^
off topic but I was listening to Last Night in Soho soundtrack while writing this, which is completely unrelated hahahah, 10/10 would recommend that movie tho, I liked it a lot
Jack is good at recognising people's true natue trough the colours they emanate, so when he once saw you answering rudely to an acquaintance of yours, he was quite confused. There was a clear dissonance between your colour and the way you were acting which intrigued him.
Despite how hard it was, he managed, trough his gentleman-like ways, to get you act friendly - even though he was the only one you changed your attitude towards. It was a huge step forward anyway.
But the way you behaved when you were with him... it was something never believed he could experience himself. He had heard tales about love, which he stopped believing in after his own mother had betrayed him, but you made him reconsider his beliefs. You were protective of him, showing in your own way your affection. It had some motherly traits too, a reminescence of his childhood, of that apparent love he received from his mother. Yours was genuine though, there was something so innocent in the way you'd caress his head that he would never believe it could be false. The same colour you would towards him only was of the purest shade he had ever seen.
Beelzebub is used to everyone hate nobody but him - so it's quite surprising when you do the exact opposite. He doesn't know how to react at first, are you perhaps trying to use him for some obscure reason? He can't quite grasp it.
Yet, somehow, it really looks like you took a liking to him. You don't reply annoyed when he is the one to speak - and actually listen to what he has to say - you ask him how he is and other chit chat, which was unusual of you, and would often seek him out.
At first he doesn't really know how to behave: should he act like he does towards anybody else or try to be more friendly too? In the end, despite his first attempt to keep you at a distance, he realised that, after all, he missed someone looking after him.
At first, things weren't always easy and sometimes you both would end up snapping at each other - but going back to being on good terms immediately after. Most of the time though, everything went smooth, with you complaining about everything but him. It kinda pleased him. You couldn't tell, since Beelzebub would always mantain the same apathetic expression, but he really was glad to have someone so attached to him.
In particular, there were those moments when you would just sit beside him, maybe your head leaning on his shoulder, mostly in silent, sometimes speaking some gentle words, which he loved the most. It made him feel so nostalgic, but loved it anyway.
Hermes is used to act politely towards others, given his status as the messenger of the gods, it kind of is his duty. Even though he often has to deal with tons of unsufferable and rude deities - which, at first, he thought you were too, seeing the way you'd treat those you spoke with. He was ready to ignore any of you remarks if he had to... but you didn't give him the chance, acting unexpectedly nice towards him only.
After that surprisingly nice first meeting, you kept being quite friendly during your exchanges with Hermes, which occured more and more often. He didn't really understand why you'd act so differently just to him but didn't ponder about it too much - he just considered himself to be lucky for once, instead of having to deal with another goddess mad at his father because of one of his many affairs. You weren't mad at him, which greatly relieved him.
Actually, you were one of the few decent deities he could deal with. Not prone to anger (towards him, at least), amicable and pleasing when you wanted to, ready to comfort him and listen to his complains after a long day of wandering trough the realms and dealing with absurd requests and demands. His life was tiring, but fortunately for him, you were making it much more bearable.
Ares is also scared of you, like many other deities, which comes in his favour when he is sick of dealing with them.
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Being in a love triangle with Dean and Cas
Paring: Dean winchester x reader x Castile (not destile!)
Summary: headcanons about an angel and a hunter fall in love with you.
A/n: this won the newest voting thing :)
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“They're both in love with her” Sam sighed.
“my money is on Dean” Bobby said drinking his beer.
Okay... So, get ready for every single thing to be a contest. they're both extremely stubborn and even the simplest of things will be turned into a competition of who can do it better, even if Cas doesn't understand.
Since Cas is clueless about most human actions, he usually tries to copy Dean but ends up doing it in a more goofy or messed up way.
Cas wasn't supposed to fall in love with you, he's your Gardian Angel and the rules in heaven are pretty strict. He couldn't help but fall in love with your compassion and goofy personality.
You and Dean had always been on and off, he deeply cares about you and would even say he loves you, but with you both being hunters he's always afraid to lose you or he thinks he's not good enough.
Cas didn't know how to handle the feeling he's never had to deal with, every time he'd see Dean put his arm on you or flirt with you, cas would feel his fist clinch and he'd get so angry.
“I don't know what's wrong with me, my chest is heaving and... I just feel so pissed” Cas said to Sam one day.
“your either jealous or...” Sam stoped. “your not in love with y/n, are you?”
Cas didn't know, but he realized his change in adatued and thoughts. As your Gardian Angel he'd would often go with you to protect you beacuse that was his job, now he would literally push Dean to the side to go on a hunt with you.
Remember when I said you and Dean would often be off and on again? Well Cass has seen two break-ups, and this would be the only time he'd put his feelings aside. He's your best friend and he dose know when you need a shoulder to cry on.
Anyway, Dean would catch on quickly, he cares about Cas but he cares about you more. So challenge accepted.
He wasn't gonna lose you to a baby in a trench coat.
Dean is often very forward and flirty, you were used to his complements and dirty jokes. But when he realized he could use you to Cas he'd turn up the flirting to 100%, which would often make you uncomfortable... You weren't used to him acting like that.
But underneath all the flirting, he's genuine and what he's saying is true.
Suprisenly Cas would become very charming. He wears his heart on his sleeve. He loves he can easily express himself around you and learn about human life without being judged.
I also think Cas is good at knowing when to pump the brakes if he ever steps a line or goes too far. Dean sometimes doesn't and sometimes he forgets that he doesn't need to use the same tactics he used to use bar girls.
If you get hurt Cas will warp his coat around you and heal you up, if it's really bad Cas and Dean will literally start arguing.
One time it got so bad you probably wouldn't still be in this damn triangle if Sam didn't take you to the hospital.
That's when they realized that they really need to put their differences aside, it wasn't just about them, it was about you too.
“she means everything to me... I want her to be happy” Dean says to Sam. “and what if she's chooses Cas?”
“she won't... Just because he's her guardian angel doesn't mean he can make her happy”
Dean was so scared to lose you while Cass just didn't know how to express himself, there been many opportunities for Cas but he'd always chicken out.
What you hated most about this whole situation is that Cas and Dean were turning on each other. You knew they were best friends and you couldn't help but think this, no girl is worth losing your best friend over.
As it went on you got more and more attention, you didn't want that. Then Sam and Bobby's secret poll only grew more bets as time went on.
Jack was so confused, he saw you as a mom and Cas as his dad. So he really just wants you two to be together. He watched the parent trap and used some of the tactics, Sam gently told him to stay out of it.
If Dean would make you a mix tape, Cas would find an even more romantic gesture. During the time you and Dean did date he learned that you were a simple girl and didn't like fancy stuff.
Cas would go to Sam or Jody for advice. Sam would suggest flowers, expensive places while Jody would remind him to just be himself and remember the stuff your actually interested in.
He's been your Gardian Angel for years, so he knows your likes and dislikes. He was so happy when he found a copy of a novel you've been surching for, he loved the feeling of you wrapping your arms around him and cheering that you finally got the book.
“thank you Cas, your the best!”
Gabriel, who liked to stir the pot in the situation was on cas' side. He would sometimes mess somthing up for one of them or just watch one of their planes fail. This was a better love story than twilight in his opinion.
One day Cas found a ring in Dean's room, it's literally not what you guys think. Dean was his mom's and he just wanted to look at it.
Cas watched enough movies with you and thought it was an engagement ring. He felt his heart pounded, he also relized he's watched way too much TV with you. He remembered watching Grey's anatomy with you, he remembered you crying with Mark Sloan died and gave his 'if you love someone' speach.
“I wish I could experience that... A guy not caring about the consequences and just expressing he loves someone” you told him way back when.
That's when he had enough, he didn't care if Dean was there or not he's was gonna tell you. “I love you y/n... I love everything about you, even things I don't understand... I still love”
He told you to think everything through. As much as he loved you, he didn't want you making any hasty decisions or let what he said cloud your mind.
A couple of days later, Dean came to you with the same heart filled love speach after a rough hunt. “I love you... I know I don't show it much or express it, but belive me when I say your the best thing that's ever happened to me”
You had so much to think about and during that time you never felt so overwhelmed, your heart would always pound when you thought about them.
You spent almost three nights just laying awake in bed thinking about them, there was logic and there was reason.
The logical choice would be Dean, you could grow old with him and have a family. After Jack, Cas was terrified to have children with a human. Just because Dean was haman didn't make it a logical choice, but you guys been through so much. There been many night you guys spent patching up wounded parts of your bodies or cleaning up blood after a hunt.
Logically, Cas would be safer. Castile can protect you and heal you with just a brush of his thumb. Just because he was clueless doesn't mean he didn't know how to make a woman's heart pound in the best way possible. Cas knew your deepest fears and kept secrets for years, he knew everything about you.
Positive reasons would bring up the way Dean would make you laugh. Or how he could make you smile no matter how mad you were.
You though about how warm his bear hugs were and how good he smelled.
Dean was a worrior and he would take a bullet for you. You were always his main priority and you never felt that with someone before him.
Even if he didn't know how to interact with humans, he knew how to take care of you. He knew when you need to talk or need a hug. He would catch on to your Quirks, like how you'll nibble on your lip when your doing research or reading.
He'd notice the little wrinks on your forehead when your mad or laughing. He'd know all your different smiles and the meanings of them.
You love whem you hug him you'd feel his wings wrap around you.
What you might not know is Cas would give up immortality for you, he'd become human if it meant spending What humans thought forever was.
“I don't know what to do Sammy” you sighed.
“stop using your brain, what dose your heart say?” he asked. “you'll know the right decision when the time comes”
The next day you took a deep breath and walked down the bunker hallway, Cas and Dean's were right across from each other. Dean's door was beaten up and had band stickers on it. Cas was newer and had 'Cas' place' carved in it.
If you chose Castile:
If you chose him, you didn't go directly to him. You knew he was the one you just didn't know how to do it. When you finally got the courage, Sam interrupted with a paranormal case.
It was hard, you got whipped around like crazy and thrown through windows, the vengeful spirit wasn't gonna let up.
The spirit through your blade at you and it went straight to the gut. You were already bleeding and weak, so this wasn't helping.
You crumbed in Castile's arms and he started to panic. He used his trench coat to applie presher to your wounds.
“Sam! Dean! Help me!”
You coughed and placed your hand on his cheek making him look at you. His watery blue eyes looked at you with so much panic.
You smiled and pulled him closer to you. “I love you Cas... So much”
“I love you too... Hold still, I got you” he placed his lips on yours while his hands healed all your cuts and bruises.
Side note... You also adopt Jack, he finally had parents and he couldn't be happier.
-a week later...
“Balls! I lost $200” Bobby grumbled, you gave the boys a questioning look.
“you beted on us?” you asked Sam, He shrugged. “hey, at least you got $600 for your honeymoon” Sam joked, you took the notebook with all the bets written down and hit him in the head.
If you chose Dean:
You knocked on his door, he when whipped it open a smile immediately formed on his face. “hey, sweetheart”
“can we talk?” you asked softly. Dean nodded as his heart pounded, he didn't know what to expect.
“if this this about what I sa-”
“I love you” you said cutting him off.
He pulled you to his chest and immediately slammed his lips on yours, he pulled away and rested his forehead on yours. “thank God... I love you too”
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Don’t forget, Part 2 (Rúben Dias x Reader)
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**Hi! So originally this imagine wasn’t going to have a part 2, but @faye01mcfc suggested this idea and it actually felt like I could very naturally incorporate it as a continuation. I’m happy with any ideas to maybe expand the little imagines I write but because part 1 is already posted, continuity can be a bit harder to achieve and you know me, those things matter a lot to me. But I can always try to make it work. Anyways, I’ll shut up now 😅 Enjoy!! ❤️**
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A week and a half had passed since your argument with Rúben and it seemed like it had all been forgotten. Everyone can have a bad day and he apologized multiple times. Besides, he looked after you for the few days it took for your cold to go away. He was back in the good books again. Others couldn’t say the same.
When you woke up on Saturday morning, you saw Rúben wasn’t in bed with you. And the alarm hadn’t gone off yet so that was odd. Then you found him in the kitchen, a plate of cold food in front of him while he stared at nothing.
“You ok?”
“Yes”, he said, finally realizing you were approaching him. “Good morning”.
“Good morning to you too. Which time do we need to leave? I have to do a bit of work and I don’t want us to be late”.
Rúben didn’t answer and you looked up to see his jaw clenched. “Leaving by 3 should be fine. I guess”.
His attitude made you frown. “Rúben, you can talk to me. What’s bothering you?”
He sighed and got up to make your morning cup of tea and you walked to him so you could hug him.
“I didn’t do anything wrong so tell me who did and I’ll beat them up”.
“It’s just that I hate not being able to help the team”.
Of course. You should have guessed.
“Just one more match and you’ll be back”.
“I was so stupid getting sent off for that. And then for leaving…”.
Rúben had been fined for leaving the stadium before he was allowed but thankfully the press didn’t find out. He was beating himself up for it enough. And that was also the reason for your fight, which didn’t help.
The first match he couldn’t play was an away match so you could distract him by taking him away for the weekend. But that didn’t work for home matches. He had to go support the team.
“What’s done is done. Besides, it wasn’t even your fault”.
When you finally spoke after your little fight, he told you what happened. How he was sent off because of Jack. Well, Rúben didn’t explain it like that but you put the pieces together. You never really liked Jack and because of some work stuff, your opinion of him had gotten even worse. Jack, of course, was oblivious to all of it.
“Well, I’m the one who spoke to the referee like that”.
“Because you were in pain. You couldn’t control it”.
He laughed, putting the mug with your tea on the kitchen island and hugging you.
“I appreciate you defending me but I know when I mess up and this time I messed up. A lot. But as you say, what’s done is done so whatever”.
You had breakfast together and then you focused on getting your work done before leaving for the match. Working in PR could be exhausting sometimes. Especially when you managed football players who got in trouble so often.
That’s how you met Rúben. And now you didn’t work with him anymore because that could get too messy too quickly.
“Take a break”, said Rúben, offering his hand to help you get up and lead you to the kitchen where some lunch was waiting for you.
“Thanks, babe. I’ll eat this and shower. Then we can leave”.
“I’ll go shower now and then you can help me pick my outfit”.
By the time Rúben was out of the shower, you were making your way to the room.
“Wear that”.
“What?”, he asked, confused.
“What you are wearing now”.
“Ha ha”.
Well, you thought he looked great just having a towel around his waist. But it was probably a bit cold for that so you picked up some nice clothes and left them on the bed for him to wear before heading to the shower yourself.
Once you were both ready, you headed to the car so Rúben could drive you to the stadium. Before getting inside the parking, he stopped to take some photos with the fans who always talked to you too. You loved seeing him be so appreciated by them.
“Where is the fooooood?”, you chanted when you got inside the hospitality area.
“You know better than me”.
And he wasn’t wrong. You managed to get Rúben to eat a little bit of food from your plate but he wasn’t in the right mood to eat either. It didn’t matter how much he pretended to be fine not to worry you, you could tell how not playing affected him. And hated it. And hated who you thought was at fault.
“I think I’ll have another glass”, you said, pointing at your glass of white wine. Maybe that will calm your nerves.
When the warm-up was over, Rúben took your hand so you could walk to his box and watch the match. You usually liked to mingle with other people but today was different. Rúben needed you there and he clearly wasn’t in the mood to talk to strangers.
Only 5 minutes into the match, Jack was already on the floor and you could only roll your eyes. A bit later, you could tell he was whispering something to one of the players defending him and that made you even madder. Gündogan, who was the captain, grabbed him by the arm to take him away.
“Always the same”, you muttered.
“What did you say?”
“Nothing. Just thinking out loud”.
Right before half-time, City finally scored. Rúben jumped to celebrate but you stayed in your seat barely reacting to what happened. It was Jack who scored.
“That was a great goal”, said Rúben, smiling at you and then noticing your expression. “Don’t you think?”
“Yeah, I guess”.
“You really don’t like Jack, do you?”, he laughed.
“Not when he’s the reason you’re here”.
“Let’s not go back to that again”.
“Ok”.
Rúben kept looking at you and he didn’t like the frown on your face so he moved you so you could sit between his legs. That way he could hug you and leave little kisses on your head and face. It calmed him down as much as it calmed you.
But Jack really didn’t help himself. During the second half, there were two fights that started because of his actions and it was other players who got yellow cards for it. But never Jack. Pep even took him off because of the trouble he was causing but you kept how you felt to yourself since you knew Rúben wasn’t going to agree with you and what was the point in arguing again?
“2-0, great. Should we go say hi to the boys?”
“Of course, I have to congratulate Bernardo on his goal”.
“I’ll give him a little congratulatory slap”, laughed Rúben, knowing your worry about his affection towards poor Bernardo.
“No, you won’t, you bully”.
That only made him laugh harder, putting his arms around your shoulders to bring you closer so he could kiss your head. It was nice to see he was feeling better.
You almost lost Rúben a few times on the way to the dressing room. Too many people and they all wanted to talk to him. Thankfully, he had a good grip on your hand.
“He didn’t forget about you today. Great job, Rúben”.
You laughed at Rodri’s words, hugging him and congratulating him on the win.
Everyone was making some small talk before leaving when your favourite person, mister Jack Grealish, joined the group. His first mistake was to put his arm around your shoulders but you tried to reason that it was just how he was. He got in the middle of you and Rúben because he was just good old friendly Jack.
“We missed you on the pitch today, Rubes”.
“Yeah, will be there soon”, said Rúben, and you could see him looking at you and trying to gather your reaction.
“I won’t be”, said Rodri.
“Why?”
“Suspended. That was my 5th yellow”.
His response made you scoff and Jack asked what was wrong. Your stare should have been enough to let him know something was wrong but you also removed his arm from around you.
“What’s wrong, Grealish? You getting away with your behaviour on the pitch while all your teammates are missing matches because of you”.
Rúben moved to stand next to you and you could tell everyone was staring at you. Jack was still oblivious.
“What did I do?”
“Let’s just go…”, Rúben’s attempt to take you away was pointless.
“You get the team to fight for you almost every match just because you are being fouled and then have to call the other players names. One day you’ll find one player who’ll punch you and then you’ll have a reason to moan”.
“I don’t…”.
“Oh shut up! I’m not your teammate, I don’t have to put up with this”.
“I am”, whispered Rúben in your ear, making you feel terrible about the whole situation. You didn’t want to make him the bad guy in the dressing room just because of your dislike for Jack.
“I just don’t get what I’m doing wrong”, said Jack again.
“Please Jack stop talking”, begged Rodri.
You were taking deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down.
“Let’s go home, yeah?”, said John, grabbing Jack’s arm.
“But why does she hate me? I thought we were friends”.
“Because you’re a…”, but your words were muffled by Rúben putting his hand on your mouth.
“Go, now. She bites”.
Jack finally left and you turned to look at Rúben, annoyed by his interruption but also kind of thankful for it.
“I should have bitten you”.
“I know you are angry because of what happened to me but I know how to handle having someone like Jack on the team”.
“Me too”, added Rodri. “But you aren’t wrong. Just saying”.
“Oh, I know I’m right”.
You all said your goodbyes and walked to the parking so you could drive home. The match had actually exhausted you.
“I’m thinking about something”, said Rúben while he was driving home.
“About what?”
“You telling me I acted like a kid for getting into a fight on the pitch”.
You knew where this was heading…
“Thank God you aren’t a player because you’d get sent off every match”.
“I wouldn’t”.
“Keep telling yourself that, my love”.
“Do you want to sleep in the guest room again today?”
“No”, he laughed. And he continued to drive home, chatting about what you were going to do for the next away match he wouldn’t play. And those plans didn’t involve fighting any of his teammates.
#ruben dias#ruben dias imagine#ruben dias one shot#ruben dias fluff#ruben dias angst#footballer imagine#footballer one shot#footballer fluff#footballer angst
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Douchebag
Summary: Steve Harrington is a complete asshole but he has a big dick. So can you really complain.
CW: unprotected P in V, praise kink, size kink, Steve’s and asshole, manhandling, very little after care. BASED IN MODERN TIMES.
Steve wasn’t boyfriend material, he was a good fuck and that’s it. But sometimes all you need is a good fuck. A guy with a big dick who knows how to use it. That’s all he was, a walking penis. Huge penis. He was the biggest douchebag, always had a smart remark to make. It started in math class, You and Steve were paired together to work on the math sheet. He plopped down next to you. He had been trying to have sex with you since Tina’s party 3 weeks ago. Making comments at you, you were probably the only girl he hasn’t fucked in Hawkins and that’s because you hated his guts. He was so cocky, annoying, sexy. It made you infuriated.
“Hey princess” he says as he lays a hand on your thigh. You give him a look of pure confusion. You stare at him then his hands and push it off. “Work, Steve, we have to work” you tell him. “So, Tina’s having another party, wanna go with me?” He asks. You look at him and roll your eyes, his stupid dumb pretty brown eyes. “Fine! Just please work I kinda have to pass this class” you state. He lets out a victorious ‘yes!’.
Skip to the party, you wore a tight red dress that is about mid thigh length. Steve picks you up, he won’t stop commenting about how good you look some more lewd that others. He was glued to you the whole party. It was honestly so pathetic. “You look good, you would look better riding my-” he gets cut off by your laugh. “You’re so pathetic Steve, how long has this act been up, like c’mon don’t you have some other girl that actual wouldn’t hesitate to fuck you” you tell him.
“Yeah, but I want you, why won’t you fuck me. Am I ugly?” He asks. You let out another laugh. “Ugly? You’re Steve Harrington. Ugly isn’t in your vocabulary, but you are community dick, and I don’t want an STD.” You tell him. His mouth hangs open. “Okay that one hurt, I don’t fuck every girl raw and I get checked after every hook up, in fact I just got checked two days ago and I’m clean” he states. “Sure and I’m Jack the Ripper” you joke. He gets on his knees and interlocks his hands together. “Please, please, please, let me fuck you, please I’ll give you the best time, you’ll be hooked and by the time you know it we’ll be having scheduled appointments” he begs dramatically, making you giggle. “Shut up! Fine! Okay, one time” you give in. You knew you were going to fuck him either way but seeing him beg was the best thing ever.
That’s how you ended up Steve was hovering over you as you sat at the foot of his bed, tits out, naked. He had just taken out his cock. It was a monster. Your eyes widen and your mouth hangs open. “You want to put that inside of me” you say pointing at his dick. “That’s the goal” he states proudly. “There is no way that’s fitting” you tell him. He chuckles, “it’ll fit trust me just gotta get you ready” he speaks closing your mouth with his finger. “Okay…” you say nervously. “We don’t have to, I know I can be persistent with it but I don’t want to pressure you.” He tells you. “No, I’m want to, I’m ready just impale my guts and get it over with” you say. He chuckles and legit picks you up by the waist. Fuck, you forgot how strong he was. He sits down putting you to straddle him so that your entrance is hovering the tip of his dick. You whine at the feeling of him to close. “It’s okay baby, you can do it just go as slow as you need to” he coos giving your neck a wet kiss. You start to sink down on his cock. Moaning as his tip enters you. “Oh fuck! S-Steve” you whimper as you sink further down. “Doing so good, taking me so well” he praises as you hold onto him for support. “It’s t-too much” you cry out, the stretch feeling so good. “Fuck! You feel so good, hugging me so tight” Steve moans holding your hips pushing you down slightly. He fucks into you making you sink down all the way. As fast as the tears form in your eyes they fall. Steve examines your face and worry hits his face, but his cock also twitches inside you. “Are you okay do you want to stop, it’s okay-” he tries to speak but you cut him off by vigorously shaking your head ‘no’. “Nononono, please, want more!” You cry grinding your hips. He groan at the feeling. He nods, “okay baby, fuck, so fucking tight” he moans throwing his head back as he fucks into you. Making you whimper his name, “so fucking good, doing so good” he praises. “S-Steve, fuck, s-so good” you let out a broken moan, as you snuggle your head into his neck giving it soft wet kisses. With every thrust you felt a knot build up in your core, seconds away from breaking. Your body felt on fire, the sounds of Steve’s moans, along with yours, the sound of him fucking into you, it was so amazing. “Gonna cum!” You cry out clawing at Steve’s back. “Oh fuck me too, cum with me baby” he tells you. You felt his dick twitch and his thrust becoming unsteady. “Fuck baby, cum, cum all over my cock” he groans as you feel his hot seed spill into you, your orgasm crashes over you making you see white. You moan out his name as he helps you both ride out your orgasm. As you too catch your breaths, he gives your forehead a kiss. “Did so good” he pants. “Fuck” you mumble. “ ‘fuck’ is right” he agrees. He helps you lift off his cock, his cum spilling from you, “you’re on birth control right?” He asks. “Nope this was my who plan trap you with a baby” you say completely serious. His eyes widen. “Omg joking! I am, you should’ve seen your face” you burst out laughing. “Okay jokester, so funny I want to sleep so get in bed” he tells you, “bed? Im not sleeping over” you giggle, “what you’re just gonna fuck and leave?” He asks. “Yeah?” You tell him. “That’s cruel” he says. “Your not the only playa harrington” you joke.
“If you can even walk” he chuckles. “Oh I do can-” you are cut off by trying to get up but stumbling back in the bed. Steve has a smug smirk. “Oh fuck off, fine!” You groan. He chuckles throwing one of his shirts at you. “Omg your shirt, am I getting the Harrington hook up premium” you joke wiggling your eyebrows putting his shirt on. “I’m not a complete douche” he states. “Ha! Don’t get ahead of yourself” you tell him. 
#steve harrington x fem#steve harrington smut#steve harrington#steve x reader#stranger things#steve harrington stranger things#steve harrington x fem!reader#stranger things smut#douchebag!steve
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Happy birthday Bubby!
Couple more questions!
-Are you able to say everyone’s ages in So(u)l, including the animatronics?
-Does June ever play his guitar and sing in public or at bars or anything or does he only do that at home now?
-Soulmate question, kinda regarding Rush and Morgan’s bond, does that imply that if you don’t have a soulmate due to your previous one passing away, you can get a new bond later even if your future soulmate already exists? Like the string will “wait” kinda until they’re ready? Or was Morgan and Rush’s string there right when Rush woke up?
-What are June, Hello, and Goodbye’s main fidgets/stims?
-Okay this might be weird lol but I’m curious, what are Hello and Goodbye’s favorite little things that June does in his sleep? Does he talk, twitch, unconsciously cling to them like a koala, anything like that?
-What kind of odd jobs does June do on the side?
Thank you!!
i wanna keep it vague, but
June is roughly in his mid 20's
matt is roughly in his mid-late 30's
Marlow is roughly one year younger than June
Morgan is two years older than June
Hello is a year old (his AI is somewhere around June's age)
Goodbye was a year older than June (now the same age as Hello)
Rush is around 8 years old (his ai is early 30's)
Wibble is around 6 years old (his ai is the same as Rush)
Cammie is 4 around years old (her ai is the same as wibble and rush)
Octavia is around 2 years old, but was technically never completed (her size makes it much easier to fit a more complex system in her, so her mental age is around 40)
The skrittles have the same AI age as toddlers, but theyre a few months old
Astro Cadet has been worked on off and on for about six years, and his ai is about the same age. It grows much slower than the WOW branded animatronics
Absolutely no in public things. He's gotten a lot more shy about performing since his band days. He only ever plays for hello/goodbye and piper
Soulmate marks are all about right time, right place. if you arent the version of yourself that would be soulmates with someone, no markings will show up. Morgan was a very different person with their last soulmate, and their life experiences changed who they are. it happens! people change, especially as they get older. its why a lot of people are told not to be upset if they dont get any markings until later on
(SPOILERS BELOW)
Its why samir and june didnt have any soul marks until samir was goodbye. he wasnt the person that wouldve been soulmates with june yet, he needed to experience and change and grow before that would happen. So did june!
June chews his lip a lot, and sighs. Sometimes he sighs for no reason just because he forgot to breathe. I think his favourite fidget toy would be one of those fidget cubes
Hello stims by waving/flapping his arms, or playing with his hands. I think he'd enjoy fidget spinners or rubix cubes!
Goodbye stims with squeezing/pressure. He'd enjoy weighted blankets, and I think he'd enjoy stress balls. Ones with thick stuff inside so he can really squeeze down
Hello likes it when June sighs in his sleep, or mumbles. Goodbye thinks its funny when he snores on occasion, and records it to play it back while pretending to nap. (taking inspiration from my roommate bc its hilarious, sometimes june will make the saddest, softest little sigh in his sleep and hello will wake him up like "WERE YOU HAVING A BAD DREAM ARE YOU OKAY" & june will be entirely confused)
June does a lil of everything. people in town come to him for a lot of stuff like yard work, painting houses/fences, cleaning houses. He occasionally comes into bryn's office and helps with anything they might need too, like fixing the chairs, etc. He's known as a jack of all trades around town (which makes him feel nostalgic, since that used to be what he called his childhood best friend)
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Does did Joel do anything for little one for v day ?
So I did the math on where v day would be in the time line. The finalle had little one at 8 months and it was early fall (it was getting cold but not too bad, and little ones thoughts as Joel was dragging her outside was that she needed to rack)
this makes it September at the earliest so v-day in TWW would be placed at shortly after her conceiving Ellie.
So what does this mean for little one?
Takes place within the wrong way universe
Tommy is gone, Lorenzo is watching her most of the time. He's not a total dick and they have begun to get on but he's still an asshole. It’s before knowing about pregnancy but she is pregnant.
I would imagine little one is out and about doing her housewife shit. It's February in Wyoming which for my none midwest USA people..... can really SUCK haha. You could be snowed in for days. Im from western South Dakota and I got snowed in for 3 days in April lol. So lets say it's middle weather. Joel goes out for a little bit, maybe to do some thing like securing parameters and feeding the horses. He even checks on the chickens because maybe he doesn't want little one out in the cold and snow. Little one is busy cooking. With a fresh snow it's a free freezer so she wants to do some meal prepping. Feeding several men is not easy.
"Joel bring you any flowers or some bullshit?" Lorenzo was visibly drunk at the table. She didn't know why he was here, really. There was no risk for running, not that she had any desire too. she made her choice last month when she refused to go with Zach.
"Lorenzo there's a blizzard out, you think there's any flowers left in February?" Lorenzo offered you a freedom you never had, to be bit sarcastic sometimes. He didn’t get mad, just gave it back. Your dad and Joel never would allow it and Zach and June would have been sad if you spoke that way to them.
"Oh right" he laughs. "I just mean because it's valentines day."
You had no idea what that meant. The confusion must've been obvious on your face, because he continues.
"You don't know what valentines day is?"
"No..."
He blinked. "It's like, a day to celebrate romance."
"Oh. Well, that wasn't really something that applied to me."
Lorenzo explained the concept, and you wonder if Joel expected something from you today. You briefly think maybe you can do something during sex, but there wasn't anything you and Joel weren't doing. Well, that you knew of. You certainly weren't asking Lorenzo for ideas. What Joel wanted from you during sex, he took. Lorenzo explained that couples would make heart shaped things and pink and red things or go on dates .
So, you get to work. You had almost no resources but you figured you could do heart shaped things. You decided to do breakfast for dinner, making a nice, heaping meal for all the men. For Joel however you make the eggs, hash browns and pancakes in heart shapes. You were to feed all the men, but really you only served Joel. Sometimes you brought a plate to Lorenzo if he didn’t piss you off. You bring a plate to Jack on occasion or at the very least inform him food was ready so he had first grabs. If the men were nice like Jack, you tried to apply some curtesy to them. Kept you in their favor.
When you set them down in front of him, Joel looks up at you with a little smile on his face. "You make this just for me, little one?"
You nod, hands clasped in front of you in the sweater dress Joel picked out for you this morning. He hadn't wanted you in stockings, preferring to watch your legs as you went about the morning chores. When he left though, you put them on because it was cold. Lorenzo warned you when he saw Joel walking back to the house and you took them off.
"C'mere" Joel pulls you onto his lap, spreading your legs to straddle him. Joel kisses you deeply, holding your body tight to his. "Thank you, babygirl..." He mutters into your skin. After dinner, Joels fucks you into the bed, paying more attention to you than normal.
He baths and dresses you, laying you down for a nap noticing you're more tired than normal lately.
When you wake up, Joel is gone, but you notice something next to your bed.
Joel put together a bouquet of pinecones and pine leaves from an evergreen, held together with a scrap of ribbon and a note.
"Happy valentines day"
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Oh, Joel....
For the record, Lorenzo snuck out to see Zach too <3
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Red Phone [7]
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warning: slightly scary, first-time horror writer, stalking, confusion, gramma and spell mistakes, screaming, getting up a horrible hour of night, neurodivergent reader, slow burnish? , x reader, children, puppets, curse langue, music, be ready for cringe!
Ring-ring- ring- “Hello?”
“Hey is this Y/n?” Wally asks, I couldn’t help but chuckle at this guy’s stutter.
“The one and only,”
“Hello! Um, how was your day?”
“Good what about yours?”
“It was also good, though I didn’t do much I went to the store to get some more apples. Howdy had a sale, but he limited what I could buy.
“Oh, and why’s that?”
“I may or may not like apples a little too much?” I raise an eyebrow at this but end up chuckling instead.
“Wait how many did you buy?” Wally was quite for a minute, leaving me suspect more than the usual.
“20.”
“You bought 20 apples?”
“Yes,”
“Are you going to make something with them?” I ask pushing myself on the bench now, I didn’t want my feet getting hurt. I was very curious of why he would by so many apples, that would last my family a while even made apples pie every day.
“No, I don’t really eat them.”
“Then why did you buy so many?”
“I like to just stare at them? I know it’s weird, but there just so shiny. They look very pretty; the red ones are my favourite honestly. But the green one’s are still alright, their also fun to draw and paint.”
“How long have you had this obsession with apples for?”
“Ever since I could remember? I know it’s weird but-“
…
“I know it’s weird but-“wally was cut off by the girls chuckles, he was currently in his Pj’s in his special red chair next to this phone. It was the only one that he could call her on, it was late at night for him so he had to remember to remain quite. But he was worried that she would consider his obsession with Apples weird.
“No, I don’t think it’s that weird, people can have things like that. I know I hyper fixate on Lego’s or movies!”
“What type of movies do you like?”
“I’m a sucker for romance and Comedy! But I do love a good horror!” Wally chuckles and pushes back his hair a little.
“those are complete different genre’s! how do you even watch a horror?” y/n gasps dramatically at him.
“Horrors are good! You need to give them a try okay! they’re not that bad.” She defends herself, Wally chuckles at how defensive she was over her precious movie genre.
“What’s your favourite then? Mr I’m too good for Horror’s”
“Hey now! I never said I was too good for them!”
“Oh? Then what’s so bad with them?”
“I never said they where bad, I just said how do you watch them! Their so creepy! My favourite genre is action and western! Though I also love myself a romance movie.”
“Ooh so your scared of them, are you? That it. And you’re a cowboy’s kind of guy huh?”
“Always have been, isn’t it cool how they ride their horses off into the sunset? With their true love.”
“Mmm, I guess, I never really watch many cowboy movies.”
“My favourite would have to be big jack! It’s good you should watch it sometime!” Wally suggests.
“Hmmm I’ve never heard of that movie before, I’ll have to watch it.” Just at the suggestion of her watching his favourite movie, just because he said it was his favourite movie. He kicks his feet a little out of excitement, what was going on with him? He never acts this way. Julie and Frank sometimes act this way! But not him! he was always to cool one! The calm, collected, charmer of the group!
“You’ll like it I promise!”
“I hope so, anyways. You never told me how old you where, or what you wanted to ask my- I mean Harrison and Maggie.” Wally eyes widen, what the heck was he meant to tell her? He was in puppet years 20, but in human years? Who knew! Hell, he didn’t even know what decade it was over their he could be 30! No maybe even 100! And what would he say about the question as well?
‘Oh yes! I just wanted to know if he we could complete the spell? To make us alive so we could continue the show! And why they were trapped in this world? Before all of this, they where in this world, but then Harrison completed a spell. One that made them come to life there was more to the story, but how the heck was he just going to info dump you like that? How could he?
He might scare you away, and he loves talking to you so far! Love it a strong but it truly it what he think this feeling was. a love of a friend? He wanted to get to know you more before he would say anything. Hell maybe even some how, some way bring you into his world? He didn’t know how it would work or how but it was something in his imagination.
“Wally you there?”
“Oh yes! Sorry I just dropped the phone HAHA! Um I’m 20, how old are you?”
“18 turning 19 soon”.
“Oh, when’s your birthday?” Wally asks, he was very glad you forgot the other question or had moved on from it.
“(date and month of birth) 1996! What about yours?”
… Wally didn’t have a birthday. Well, the year of his birth doesn’t count, but what would his birthday be?
“Oh I don’t really celebrate my birthday-““WHAT! YOU DON’T CELEBRATE YOUR BIRTHDAY?!” Wally pulls the phone away from his face as she shouts into the phone.
“No?” what he said was meant to be a statement, but really sounded like a question.
“I mean do what you want to do, but have you ever celebrated your birthday? Like in your life?” She asks more calmly, Wally pauses thinking back, they didn’t real do Birthdays here, no one had one. They Did Christmas, Halloween and easter! Heck even Saint Patrick’s Day. But never birthdays.
“No?” he whispers into the phone, it stayed quiet. The house was quiet, Home was asleep. So, Wally did not want to wake her up. Otherwise, he would have been sent to bed.
“Dam, Is it your religion?”
“What? Oh no! I just never have? Hehe sorry if that’s a little weird-“ “No it’s not weird! I just, well it just surprised me sorry.”
“Why are you apologising? you did nothing wrong.” Wally tries to comfort her. He honestly had no idea what he was doing though.
“I don’t know>” silence filled the call again. The air filled with so much tension you could cut it like a birthday cake. They both wanted to say something but what? Wally wants to say something, but what? He didn’t have much he could talk about with her; I mean it was different from talking with the neighbours.
“So, your 20 and own a house?”
“Oh! Yes, it’s small but nice a house. It has a decent yard.”
“that’s nice, I’m surprised you where able to get a house in this economy!”
“well I inherited it, from a great grandma?” Wally was lying, he knew it was never good to lie. But a little white lie wouldn’t do too much harm do?
“did you know her?”
Son of a-
“No, not really! But I kept the house the same. Nothing really changed haha!” He says he hears the girl chuckle a little, but then a small yawn escapes her lips.
“sorry, I’m just a little tired.”
“no it’s no problem. You should probably head to bed, you got plans tomorrow?”
“mum’s making me go shopping with my baby brother, so I’m most likely Going to be warn out. But I’ll tell you if anything interesting happens?” Wally smile grew, she was the one who wanted to call again. And he was very happy she was enjoying it so much she wanted to call again, maybe a little too happy?
“sure, would you like me to call you earlier?”
“I don’t mind, thanks for the chat it was really nice.”
“Same, you’re quite the interesting person Y/n.” he loved hearing her giggle into the phone, and how she yawned again into the phone. UGH!
“Okay then, good night, Wally~” her tired voice sang.
“Night Y/n, sleep well”. When she hangs up, wally instaintly stands up and runs around happily jumping around. Getting all of his excitement out, that was until home woke up thanks to the noises he was making and caught him with the curtains.
“CREEEK!!!”
“sorry home, I just got excited! I’ll be quieter! Sorry home"
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“Divorced and happy.” PART THREE
A/N: Part one here. Part two here.
To say that, that conversation was devastating would be an understatement. You hardly remember the drive home, you just assumed it was awkward. You couldn’t begin to imagine how Adam felt, you wouldn’t have known how to react if you saw him in the arms of his ex, not only an ex but an ex spouse. Adam drove both you and Vanessa home that night, you don’t remember speaking at all, most of the aftershock was a blur.
You vaguely remembered watching Vanessa enter her home, but after that you were pretty much drawing a blank.
According to Samantha, Adam brought you inside and put you in bed, he let her know what happened that night. You cringed at the thought of him having to recall what he saw, you truthfully didn’t know what part of the conversation he even caught.
Understandably so, Adam decided to give you some space for the time being. Texting you ever so often to see if you needed anything, and occasionally bringing you something to eat but he usually didn’t stick around, which was good because you didn’t really want him to. Although, you were grateful a huge part of you was embarrassed.
The next few days or so were spent on your couch sulking when Reyna was at preschool. Nobody ever truly thought that Jack would come around, and you held your breath hoping that one day that he would, but he had some pretty terrible timing. You were frustrated because now it just felt calculated and a little too late.
It was the middle of the week now, you had just dropped Reyna off at preschool when you walked back into your apartment and saw Samantha standing there with a big grin and her keys in her hand.
“No Sam!” You groaned as you headed back to the couch. “You need to leave the house Y/N” she begged “or at least talk about how you’re feeling, come on! You’ve hardly said anything to me and it’s been days.”
“What else is there to say?” You shrugged trying your best to keep your composure.
“You know I know you better than anyone right?” she sat down next to you shooting you a look.
You wiped a tear that escaped you as you looked away from her.
“You also can’t keep avoiding Adam” she confessed and you knew in your gut that she was right.
“ I just don’t even know how to explain what happened. I mean did anything even really happen? Jack didn’t really say anything to me but I knew what he was trying to say…”you trailed off stopping yourself from getting emotional.
“You can cry Y/N, I’ve literally seen you go through everything especially with Jack. You don’t need to hold back” Samantha looked at you and you forced a smile back.
“I’m just so tired of crying over him” your voice shook. “ I’ve spent the last couple years of my life crying over him. I’m exhausted. I’m frustrated because he doesn’t get to decide to ask me those questions now. I’ve met a really good guy, I mean sure he can be a little boring but boring is okay sometimes right?“
Samantha laughed at your realization “Adam is a really nice guy though Y/N….”
You looked over at her and held back a laugh as she nodded “but yes, he’s a little bland.”
You looked at her with wide eyes “WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME THAT SOONER?”
Samantha laughed, before being silent for a moment, which surprised you, she was never one to be left speechless, so you looked at her confused.
“ I wouldn’t usually say this, but I feel like you owe it to yourself to hear what he has to say.”
You looked at her and felt her forehead, she looked at you weird for a moment.
“What are you doing?”
“Making sure you don’t have a fever or something, because that’s the craziest shit you’ve ever said.”
She laughed “I feel like you need that closure conversation, and maybe you’d feel better.”
You nodded, sitting on the couch still deep in thought.
“Get ready, let’s go somewhere” Samantha tapped your leg so you’d stand up and you nodded, knowing you probably did need to get out of the house.
She wouldn’t tell you where you were going initially but once you started the drive you realized she was taking you to the lake you used to go to together all the time when you were pregnant with Reyna and a lot after she was born. “Remember this is the venting lake?” She laughed and you nodded “yeah, we haven’t been here in so long.”
You both got out of the car and sat on her hood, shortly after you were there for a while you noticed she was distracted by her phone. Before you could ask who she was texting a familiar car pulled up.
You went into a slight panic, Samantha noticed right away assuring you it was only Urban that was coming.
When he walked over to Samantha and gave her a kiss, you practically screamed.
“What the fuck?” The two of them looked at your expression and laughed.
“How long has this been going on?” You got off the hood of the car, staring at the both of them.
“Maybe a month?” Samantha laughed awkwardly, she wasn’t usually one to keep things from you.
“A MONTH?” You slapped her arm and laughed “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK??”
You had always known that Samantha and Urban had a chemistry but the entire time you and Jack were together they were both never single at the same time, so a part of you was surprised and the other part of you was relieved.
Urban laughed “ We didn’t want to tell you until we were sure” he shrugged.
“Is this why you want me to talk to Jack?” You looked at Samantha wide eyed.
Urban looked over at her and then back at you “you told her to talk to him?”
Samantha shrugged “for closure.”
Urban didn’t say anything at all avoiding all eye contact with the both of you making both you and Samantha uneasy “oh god, what’s going on?” You asked hopeful he wouldn’t have much to say.
“He’s not in the best shape” Urban swallowed.
You raised an eyebrow at that “Urban, you can’t tell a half ass story.”
He shook his head “I mean, that’s my best friend. I can’t put him on blast like that.”
“He also cheated on me after I had our child. Do you remember that?” You looked at him knowing just how to make him feel guilty.
“Damn, you don’t fight fair” he shook his head.
“I think Sammie is right, I think now that you’ve both had some days to think about it that you should talk to him” Urban paused when he saw you looking at him holding back a laugh “what?”
“Sammie? You have nicknames?” You giggled.
Urban rolled his eyes “focus!”
“Yes sir” you laughed and he continued “ whether you two like it or not you’re going to have to deal with each other for the rest of Reynas life.”
You nodded “I know that Urb, but what do you expect me to do? ”
“Maybe when he picks Reyna up tomorrow you guys can talk” Samantha smiled, she could tell this conversation was overwhelming you. “Wanna take my car? Urb can take me home later” she smiled holding out her keys to you.
You reached for her keys “Oh you mean Urby? Urby bear?” You teased and they both laughed and you hugged them both goodbye before driving home.
On the way home you thought about the conversation you just had with Samantha and Urban, and also the fact that they were dating for an entire month and kept it a secret was crazy to you.
When you pulled up to your house you saw Adams car outside, which wasn’t all that surprising to you since he had been bringing you lunch ever so often but what you didn’t expect was for him to be visibility upset.
You got out of the car and saw him instantly get out of his, his face was flushed and he was obviously irritable.
“Hey babe” you greeted him and he walked up to you quickly “hi.”
“Where were you? I called you like three times.”
You pulled your phone out of your back pocket and saw three missed calls from Adam and surprisingly one missed call from Jack. You shoved your phone back in your pocket right away.
“I was out, are you okay?” You eyed him up and down noticing now how clearly bothered he was.
“Were you with him?”
“Him?” You gave him a confused look.
“Jack” he looked directly at you, you could sense the sadness in his eyes.
“No of course not, I was out with Samantha and Urban” you were trying your best not to be defensive knowing Adam had every right to be concerned but you definitely didn’t like the way he was approaching you.
“Let’s go inside?” You looked around at your neighborhood and Adam followed you inside.
When you got inside you both had a seat in the living room across from one another, Adam had softened a bit since being outside.
“I’m sorry” he sighed, “we just haven’t talked in a few days and I mean, I still don’t know what happened the other night.”
“I get it” you nodded. “I mean, I just don’t know where to start.” You could feel yourself getting overwhelmed already, but you knew that if the situation was reversed you’d want to know the details too.
“What am I supposed to think? I walked out and saw my girlfriend sobbing in the arms of her ex husband” he shrugged defeated, you could tell he had been stressing over this situation.
Before you could speak he interjected “before you tell me anything, do you want to be with him? ”
You felt slightly hurt that he even had to ask that, but at the same time you had been so brief about your past relationship with Jack that you couldn’t blame him for having so many questions.
“No Adam, I just…” you sighed and started going into the details of what happened the other night. Adam understandably had a lot of questions but asked only one “he cheated on you and thats why you got divorced?”
You nodded “well, it was a mixture of things but yeah I’d say that was pretty much what sealed the deal.”
“Why didn’t you tell me any of this before?” The look on his face was exactly why but you didn’t want to say that to him, the look of pity on his face sickened you.
“He’s the father of my child, and for that I’ll always have a level of respect for him just as a person” you shrugged “I didn’t want you to view him as some evil person, he’s Reynas dad and we were young” you shrugged again avoiding Adams gaze.
“If you’re old enough to get married and have a kid you’re old enough to know not to cheat on your spouse” Adam laughed, his tone came out sharp and you understood it but at the same time deep down you wanted to defend Jack for some reason.
Instead you just nodded, Adam could tell you were clearly upset by what he said.
“I didn’t mean to offend you Y/N” he walked over to you and held you.
You leaned your head against him “You’re right though.” You sighed looking up at Adam “why did you think I was out with him?”
Adam was embarrassed, his cheeks lit up immediately “ after the other night, and seeing how emotional you were I just got into my own head.”
“I haven’t spoken to him since that night” you assured him.
He looked down at his watch realizing he was going to be late going back to work “do you wanna have dinner tonight if you’re feeling up to it?”
You nodded “sounds good” and walked him to the door, opening it to see Jack pulling up to your house.
“What the fuck” you audibly reacted, feeling like the air had just been knocked out of your lungs.
“Haven’t talked to him since that night huh?” Adam looked annoyed, you realized he thought you were lying.
“I haven’t Adam” you said defensively.
“Why would he show up here knowing Reyna is at school?”
“Your guess is as good as mine” you sighed, slightly irritated at how accusatory Adam was being.
Jack got out of his car not noticing the two of you making your way toward him. The look on his face made it obvious to you that he hadn’t initially realized Adams car was there.
“Hey Reynas school called me, they needed her to bring something for show and tell today and I guess she forgot it.” You knew he was lying, but you appreciated the effort.
“You can’t just show up here without calling” Adam bucked defensively which surprised both you and Jack.
“Well, I called and nobody answered, it also pertains to my child….so” Jack laughed clearly annoy Adam, looking over at you for response.
You shot Adam a look, “I think after what happened the other night he should know better than to just show up here.”
Before you could respond Jack did.
“Do we have an issue?” Jack stepped toward Adam and Adam stepped forward too, it was clear to you neither man was going to back down without you interfering.
“There’s about to be one” Adam stepped forward again, his fists were clenched and that was enough for you. You put a hand between the two of them, Jack looked at the fear in your eyes and stepped back but Adam didn’t.
“ADAM! LEAVE” You raised your voice slightly, standing in front of Jack.
Adam looked at you, embarrassment written all over his face “Nice to know you’ve made your decision. Call me when you change your mind” he scoffed, walking to his car and speeding off.
You didn’t even know how to react to that, you were obviously frustrated by the entire thing.
Jack showing up unannounced was one thing but Adam being aggressive was an entire other thing in itself.
“Can I come in?” Jack sighed, obviously unaware that, that was going to happen.
“You have the best timing” you said sarcastically laughing and he shook his head following you inside “my fault.”
He took a seat on one of your barstool chairs.
“Sorry, I didn’t know he was here. I called you but you didn’t…”
“It’s fine” you interrupted, wanting to cut this conversation short.
“I didn’t know Adam was such a hot head” he smirked and you shook your head, obviously annoyed by that entire interaction. “The way you swooped in there and defended my honor was pretty attractive” he smirked.
“Shut up” you rolled your eyes, holding back a giggle “I didn’t want Reyna to see her dad with a black eye.”
“Is that right?” He laughed before changing the subject. “So Urb and Samantha huh?” He laughed again and you looked at him shocked “did you know before me? I’ll literally die.”
He shook his head “he called me like an hour ago to tell me and that you guys went out to the lake.”
You nodded and he continued “the venting lake” he used air quotes.
“You remember that?” You were genuinely surprised, you never felt like he paid you any attention, especially back then.
“Of course I do” he smiled.
After all this time, his smile was still your favorite thing about him. You hated to admit it but being alone with him still made you feel an overwhelming amount of butterflies.
“I assume you’re not here to talk about Urban and Samantha though right?”
He shook his head, he was never really good with expressing himself, which was ironic to you considering his entire career was based off of him being good with words.
“I’ve been thinking a lot about the other day and I had no right to ask you that question, at least not there. You’re right, my timing sucks” he laughed awkwardly.
You looked at him, reading his sorrow expression knowing this conversation wasn’t going to be an easy one. “I should’ve reacted better, but I just felt like I had no control over myself.
“Thats on me for that” he chewed on his bottom lip nervously, “ I’ve been known to have that effect on you” he sighed.
You nodded knowing it wasn’t the first time he had seen you break down like that, because of something he said or did.
“Jack, I- I really like Adam” you leaned against your kitchen counter directly across from him “well, I liked Adam, I have no idea what the hell is going on with that now” you sighed.
“Thats the thing though” he smiled at you “you’ve never told me that you love Adam. You’ve always told me that you liked him.”
You felt a sense of nervousness overwhelm you, you knew he was right, you’ve never said you loved Adam out loud before, because you weren’t entirely sure that you did.
“Whats your point?” Your natural reaction was to be defensive.
“If you don’t love him yet then maybe there is still time for us” he mumbled.
“Time for us?” He always knew how to make your blood boil. “What brought all of this on? You haven’t given a shit about me for the last few years, you didn’t even fight for me when we were married Jack.”
“That’s not true” he scratched at his beard, a nervous tick you were well aware of, making you smirk at him.
“I’ve always loved you, always. You’re the mother of my child, how could I not?”
“You don’t cheat on the person you love” you sat up now, arms folded across your chest clearly annoyed with the conversation “ you don’t divorce the person you love.”
“I fucked up, a lot, countless amounts of times, I know that” he watched you intently as your body language was defensive “I didn’t appreciate you and I should have. I should’ve taken our marriage seriously and I didn’t but I can’t do anything about that now. I can just show you how I’ve changed.“
You couldn’t help but laugh, passive aggressively of course.
“What’s funny?” He looked at you, an eyebrow raised in annoyance.
“Oh, I’m sorry? Am I not allowed to react? You want to finally show me how you’ve changed? After we’ve been divorced for what almost a year now? You don’t still love me Jack, you just don’t want to see me with someone else.”
“That’s not true” he huffed, standing up to approach you.
“I’ve been really getting my shit together. I started the label, I set time aside so I could be home with Reyna more, I’m a good dad! I’m ready to prove that i’d be a good husband or boyfriend again” he was standing close to you now, his energy felt overwhelming. It took everything within you not to kiss him and be agreeable, you had finally heard all of the things you’d been longing to hear.
“I’m not doubting that you’re a good father, you’re a great dad. You’ve just never been the best at being monogamous. I don’t see how much could have changed in such a small amount of time” you started to cry, he backed away from you slightly assuming that standing so close to you wasn’t helping, he kept his eyes on you though.
“Tell me” he cleared his throat, you could tell that he was holding back a cry too.
“Tell you what?”
“Tell me you’ve fallen out of love with me” he looked at you, you avoided his eye contact.
“I-“ You’re voice trembled, you didn’t want to lie to him.
“If you can admit to me that you’re not still in love with me, I’ll leave you alone. You don’t have to worry about this conversation, we can forget it ever-“
You grabbed him by the neck so he’d lean down to you, you looked into each other’s eyes for a moment and you kissed him. He picked you up, you wrapped your legs around his waist, and you continued to kiss him, not noticing the door flinging open.
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First Lady Please
First Lady of Private Garden Fic
AN: I didn't forget about this request lol
Synopsis: First Lady and her husband Jack Harlow are the latest celebrities to be interviewed by Yung Miami
Pairing: Husband!Jack Harlow x Wife!Reader
Requested by: a lot of you lol
Please Do Not Repost My Content Anywhere
It was the middle of the CHTKMY tour and of course your husband begged for you to come along with him for at least a few weeks before yours started.
As expected, you said yes and he has barely let you out of his sight since. However, one night you got to sneak away and spend time with Caresha and JT when Caresha brought up wanting to have you on her new show to interview you. Because the two of you were close, it wouldn’t seem like an interview, but two friends catching up on what had been going on in each other’s lives.
Jack didn’t have a show tonight, so Caresha thought it would be the perfect day to film it. You were currently getting ready and finishing up your hair when you heard Jack behind you.
“Mamasssss!”
“Yes?”
“How long are you going to be? This is my off day and I can’t even spend it with my wife.” You didn’t have to even look at him to know that he was pouting something serious.
“It is not going to take that long so stop being dramatic. Besides, you can come too if that will make you feel better.”
“What will make me feel better is giving you my undivided attention in this bed, but I digress.”
“Jackman, get it together. We have plenty of time for that later.”
“No we don’t because I have to go to sleep early by wifey’s orders or I’m going to get yelled at.”
“Let’s see. Sex or sleep? We know which one you’re choosing so don’t even lie. I do recall you saying the other day that you would be able to get up on time when in fact you didn’t. I had to set four alarms for you and you still got up late. I woke you up and you proceeded to say that you were going to start getting ready. I come back to see that you fell back asleep.”
“I wanted to drown in my wife’s pussy instead, but you just left me to fend for myself to go with Dani.”
“Bye, smush. I was only gone for thirty minutes.”
“What? What I say?”
“If you’re coming with me, you need to get dressed now. We’re meeting in like thirty minutes.”
“I’m already dressed! I just have to put on my shoes.”
You turned around and were eyeing your husband who was shirtless, had one sock on, along with his boxers. And you were thoroughly confused.
“Jack, baby….”
“Huh?”
“First off you cannot be serious and second, where the hell is your other sock?!”
Jack simply shrugged before getting up and going to his suitcase to pull out something to wear.
“Actually, babe, you just go take a shower and I’ll pick out your outfit.” You said while going over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist. He leaned down to give you several kisses which immediately had you smiling up at him.
“Don’t put me in anything that’s going to make me look like a man whore.” You did a double take to look at him and you simply shook your head as you slipped on your shoes.
“Imma kick your ass. Shut up and get in the shower!”
You were now sitting across from Caresha and the two of you were about to start while Jack, Dani, Brandi, and Urban were of course standing off to the side.
“Y/N, why do you look nervous? It’s me and we talk all the time!”
“I know! And I don’t know why!”
“It’ll be fine, let’s do this.”
“Welcome to another episode of Caresha Please and this one is very special because I got the one and only first lady of Private Garden, Y/N Harlow with me today!”
“Thank you for having me and I am extremely nervous.”
“Don’t be! I mean my questions are a little bit out there sometimes, but all I have to do is slide in some questions about your husband and you’ll be fine.”
“Stop it before I turn red!” You exclaimed while laughing and trying to hide your face.
“You know what? Jack, come over here and join us.”
The producers were about to bring another chair to place next to you, but Jack quickly waved them off. Instead he picked you up and you were now sitting in his lap and he kissed your cheek.
“Okay! Matching outfits! I see yall! This is one of my favorite couples in the entire universe, not even going to lie. Okay, so I want to start off by saying that I love the fact that you two are so transparent and honest with your relationship because you obviously don’t have to be. But what makes you two want to share it with the world?”
You looked over at Jack for him to answer.
“I think it’s because we want to show that you can be young, in love, and have a successful marriage. When people found out that we were married and what age we did it, they couldn’t understand why. My thing is that, you don’t need to understand. The only thing that anyone needs to know is that I knew when we first met that she was my wife so why am I going to sit around and wait? Best decision I ever made.”
“And how did you know she was the one?”
“I know this is about to sound like some fairytale shit, but when people say love at first sight is a thing, believe them. I was fourteen and haven’t looked another girl’s way since. Being attracted to her not just physically, but I fell in love with every part of her. And all of the parts that make her unique. I first told her I loved her when I was seventeen and I remember that I would always come to get her after third period. One day, she goes missing, I can’t find her. So of course I’m losing my shit, come to find out she went home early. Long story short, I immediately left to go and check on her and when I saw that she was okay, something in me realized that the feeling of panic that I had over the thought of losing her, I never wanted to feel again. At that moment, I couldn’t imagine what I would do if I didn’t have her in my life. That moment solidified it.”
“Aww, your wife is turning red again and her eyes are watering.” Caresha said and you laughed before she went into her next question.
“Can’t even put into words how much I love him and how special he is to me. When I saw those freckles, blue eyes, and curly hair, your girl was sold.”
“She turns red when we talk about something else too.”
“JACKMAN, DO NOT START!”
“No, let’s start, let’s get into it. We know that you two do not shy away from showing how much the two of you love each other so these questions are about to get a little raunchy, but then we’ll discuss music careers and all that too.”
“Let’s go for it.”
“Are the two of you a part of the mile high club?”
You immediately looked down as Jack was trying to stifle a laugh.
“I take that as a yes. And I will add that I’m not surprised.” Caresha said before laughing at the scene in front of her.
“Okay, so it was on our way to Australia, everyone was asleep or we assumed that everyone was asleep.”
“I WAS AWAKE!”
“SHUT UP URBY!”
“Anyway, because Jack is so tall, it was a little difficult, but hey I’d do it again.”
“Okay Y/N, does Jack really hold up to his nickname, Missionary Jack?”
“Yes, most definitely.”
“But, that’s not your favorite position is it?”
“No, riding him like a rodeo all day is my go to.”
“Okay, well damn, Mrs. Harlow.”
“Completely at my mercy and I’m in control, what I say goes.”
“I just let her think that, but she already knows who’s really in control.” All you did was roll your eyes.
“Okay, so, has he really fucked the earrings off of you?” Both you and Jack busted out laughing and you went to hide in Jack’s chest but not before nodding your head yes.
“Oh, so the lyrics are true?!”
“I wear a lot of hoop earrings, so I have lost a few in our um extracurricular activities.”
“Because I’m nosey and I stalked both of your instagram pages for this one, but I wanted to hear it from the two of you. First lady, spit or swallow?”
“A lady finishes her food is all I’m going to say.”
“DAMN MAMA, OKAY! I AGREE! Oh and something else, how do you feel in terms of spitting? Do you like to give or receive?”
“All down my throat, baby. I’m ready.”
“Damn, Jack you be putting it down LIKE THAT?”
“I have to satisfy my wife and I’m getting more selfless by the day, she gets taken care of first and then the rest can come after.”
“I see what you did there.” You said while winking at him and he gave you a small smirk.
“I’ve heard that you and Jack’s best friend, who I also learned was yours too, are very close. Anything happening over there?”
“Happening like what?”
“Don’t even try it, you two.”
“Me and my friend, just like twins, same nutsack, and the same dick head.” You said reciting Jack’s lyrics while Urban was in the corner smirking.
“I KNEW IT! Now, is Urban allowed to be with her when you aren’t around?”
“NO, I’M NOT TRYING TO DIE!” Urban exclaimed and the three of you looked over at him.
“He knows how protective I am over her, so no.”
“Okay has anyone in PG gotten jealous because of you inviting Urban into the bedroom with the two of you?”
“As far as I know, I don’t think so. They actually have never said but they get annoyed when we talk about our sex adventures so they probably want to sit this one out?”
“Okay, how many times have you gotten noise complaints at hotels?”
“We got one this morning. I told her to keep quiet, but NOPE.”
“Not my fault. I didn’t ask you to make me cum seven times this morning in the shower.”
“I didn’t hear you complaining and it would have been more if you didn’t have to leave with Brandi.”
“Seven times?!”
“I lost count after three.”
“And apparently, I have now learned that Urban or Neelam calls the front desk for the hotel staff to tell us because they know if it’s coming from them, we won’t listen.”
“Jack, have you ever dropped her during shower sex?”
“No, but I came close when we were on our festival run. She wouldn’t let me live it down for two weeks.”
“Your wife was in danger.”
“I CAUGHT YOU!”
“BARELY!”
“What is the craziest place that you two have had sex?”
“Oh shit… there’s a lot.”
“Too many to name.”
“Just pick one.”
“Okay, on the hood of my car in Cherokee Park.”
“Oh, forgot about that one.”
“What were you going to say?”
“At my cousin’s wedding, and I am NOT going to say which cousin it was.”
“Oh shit, that was wild. Sweated out your hair and everything.”
“At least no one was looking for us and we slipped out the back.”
“Okay Y/N, the highest number of orgasms Jack has given you in one night?”
All Jack was doing behind you was smirking because he already knew the answer.
“It was after the VMA’s, and…..”
“And what girl?! SPILL IT!” Caresha exclaimed while looking at you.
“Yall are about to say this is impossible, but I lost count at sixteen.”
“SIXTEEN?! SIX FUCKING TEEN?! WAIT, YOU LOST COUNT, BUT IT WAS MORE?!”
“It was 21. And I cannot wait to do that to her again, I’m going for 25.”
“How in the world are you not pregnant yet? And that leads into my next question, are we expanding our family with fur babies or human babies?”
“I have been banned from buying any more pets, so I guess they have to be human and have Jack’s big head.”
“First of all, outta pocket, and second baby, we have twelve pets. TWELVE.”
“You can never have enough pets.”
“Now, Y/N, does Jack like to use toys on you or just himself to pleasure you?”
“Oh, I’m answering this because she has a surprise waiting for her when we get done.”
You turned around to look at him with wide eyes and all he did was wiggle his eyebrows and smirk.
“Can’t take your horny ass anywhere.
“Now what is going on with you two and Dua Lipa?”
“Simple, she wants to steal my wife.” You immediately rolled your eyes and Caresha laughed.
“But don’t you have a song with her name as the title?”
“That’s actually Y/N’s song because she wrote it. She switched up a few lyrics then wanted me to put it on my album. That girl terrorizes the absolute FUCK outta me. She’s been after my wife ever since. I wish she would have kept the song for herself, but it might have been worse if she did.”
“Stop being dramatic, smush.”
“BABY! TELL ME SHE DOESN’T HAVE ME FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE ON A DAILY BASIS?!”
“I plead the fifth.”
“EXACTLY!”
“And Y/N, why didn’t you accept the wedding proposal from your favorite Harlow child which happens to be Jack’s little brother Clay?”
“Now…. I know good and got damn well…..” Jack started to say and look at Caresha in disbelief.
“Clay will always be my little baby! He can do no wrong in my eyes. I guess because Jack saw me first.”
“YOU GUESS? WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT?!”
“I love you pookie.”
“Mm hmm, sure.”
“Now, Jack, would you let Dua get one night with the first lady?”
“She can kiss my ass. NO CHANCE IN HELL! She knows she has to stay six feet away from her at all times.”
“Watch her text me after this airs.”
All Jack did was glare at you and you stifled a laugh.
“And this is a little out there, and it was one question that a fan sent in, but…. Jack, would you ever consider a threesome with Clay and your wife?”
“Caresha, do you want me to go to jail? We have an entire tour to finish.”
“Okay, that answers that. Jack, do you eat the booty like groceries? From my investigation, I know Urban does.”
“Since when am I a part of this interview?!” You heard Urban from the side of you and you simply shook your head.
“Nothing is off limits when it comes to my wife, whatever she wants. Like I said before, getting more selfless by the day when it comes to her.”
“Now, Y/N, I know Jack is 6’3, however, he’s really just a soft baby isn’t he?”
“HEY!”
“The softest! Like my big teddy bear. He can’t function without me. Little spoon energy.
”This is throwing off my alpha male persona. BUT, I agree. Just don’t tell the rest of PG.”
“PLEASE, they already know how much of a simp you are.”
Jack simply shrugged.
“Favorite physical feature of each other?”
“His beard, love playing in it and how it feels on my thighs while he’s in between them. Oh and his curly hair! I still remember when we discovered he had gray hair. He was in complete shambles for like a month.”
“I WAS 20! I DESERVED TO HAVE MY TIME TO GRIEVE!”
“Grieve for what smush?”
“My youth being gone.”
“Bye, Jackman.”
“I like how this is funny to you.”
“It’s not, baby, you’re just dramatic.”
“LOOK WHO’S TALKING!”
“Whewww, yall not holding back today. Okay, Jack? Favorite feature of your wife?”
“Like a blade of grass wants sunlight, I just want that ass. But I love her eyes.”
“Your dumbass would throw that in there.”
“Jack, what is your favorite non-sexual thing your wife does?”
“Her ability to take charge of a situation. Shit gets me every time. She doesn’t take any shit from anyone, including me.”
“You got damn right. You better not stick a curl out of line.”
“Okay, moving on to our careers in music. It’s no secret that Y/N has written a lot of songs for you Jack, but Y/N what is your favorite one you’ve written from each album?”
“Damn, that’s hard. Okay so for 18, I’m Good, Gazebo, Dark Knight, for Loose it’s a tie between Sundown, Cody Banks, and Sylvia, umm Ghost and Heavy Hitter from Confetti, Rendezvous, Route 66, Creme, and Tyler Herro from TWTAS, and for his newest one Churchill Downs, and Young Harleezy. My thing was that when people really started to doubt him saying things like he’s an industry plant we came up with Tyler Herro because I was like yall need to understand that my husband is talented and that he’s here to stay right along with the rest of us in PG and we don’t give a flying fuck if you don’t like it. He’s been doing this since he was in middle school and I was like I’ll be damned if he lets up now.”
“Damn, mamas, you got me hot. Love when you defend me and shit.”
“Yall two can do all you want when yall get back to the hotel, but for right now we’re not done. Now, who is one person that FL is not allowed to work with besides Giveon?”
“So, one thing I always try to do is protect my wife because I know with her especially being a woman who is a rapper, people might try to take advantage of that. And she can be a little too trusting sometimes and that’s why I worry. For the most part, everyone is respectful of her besides the person you just named so no one is off limits. But there is one now that I think about it.”
“Who?”
“Nicki Minaj. You can’t call my wife untalented because she was nominated for an award and you’re mad because your song didn’t get into the same category. It’s sad because that’s who she looked up to, but not happening and it probably never will. I protect her space and her energy and I want no negativity around her.”
“That’s my man and imma stick beside him.”
“Favorite song that you two have worked on together?”
“SEX LIES!” Both of you exclaimed at the same time before laughing.
“Jack, favorite song that you’ve written for her?”
“Easy, Obsessed off 18. She cried when I played it for her. But Luv is Dro is a close second.”
“And what was your reaction when you caught her rapping for the first time?”
“I was floored, because I was trying to figure out how she had hid it from me for so long. Still trips me out to this day.”
“And Y/N, why did you hide it?”
“I was just content with being behind the scenes. It was my goal to be in the music industry and I've come further than I ever thought possible.”
“Are we ever going to get a joint album and tour?”
“Maybe, we’ll see. Always down to make music with my wife.”
“Y/N, dream collab?”
“Andre 3000.”
“Jack?”
“Same, Outkast is legendary.”
“Any songs that either of you regret releasing or a certain lyric in a song?”
“Not really.”
“Jack, favorite song by your wife?”
“Like ever? No way in hell I can choose just one.”
“He loves me.”
“Okay, off of her 777 album?”
“Big Energy, Wheelie, and Sunshine.”
“And where does the inspiration come from for you two to be able to sit down and write?”
“It can come from the simplest things, I just pull it from anywhere. Writing has always come naturally to me and sometimes I honestly just go in the booth and freestyle. And whatever comes out, I decide if I like it or not.”
“I look at her and I get all the inspiration I need.”
“Simp alert.” You whispered and Jack pinched your side.
“So, what’s next for the Harlows?”
“Taking her back to the hotel so she can get this work.”
“JACKMAN THOMAS! QUIT IT!”
“I was just saying!”
“Don’t pay him any attention, what’s next for us? Our wedding most definitely and then just continuing to prove people wrong and that we deserve to be here and that’s how it’s going to stay.”
“I like that answer.”
“Yeah, because it was way better than yours.”
“I didn’t say that I liked it that much, baby girl. Don’t get ahead of yourself. My answer was good too.”
All you did was sigh and shake your head as Caresha looked at the two of you and laughed.
“This was fun and I thank you two for doing this with me. I’m proud of the both of you and how far you’ve come in your careers and this is only the beginning. Just make sure I get an invite to the wedding.”
“No worries, we got you.” You answered while adjusting on Jack’s lap and you could hear him groan.
“Don’t start.” He whispered in your ear.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about smush.”
“Oh, you don’t? When we get back, I want you on all fours since you’re trying to play games with me.”
“I’m literally not even doing anything.”
“Famous last words.”
“WHAT ARE YOU TWO WHISPERING ABOUT OVER THERE?”
“URBAN, DO YOU REALLY WANT ME TO ANSWER THAT?”
“NEVER MIND. JUST LET ME FIND MY EAR PLUGS BEFORE YALL START.”
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