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beanghostprincess · 4 months

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Pudding and Usopp should be friends me thinks. Usopp hears about everything that happened to Sanji on WCI and is fully prepared to hate her guts no matter what anyone says and then it’s slightly mad at himself when he actually likes her. I have a very specific image of Sanamipu bff dynamic in my head I can’t really describe but I’m having it. The type of people who think of themself as some of the more sane people in the group and sure, they get the idiot ball just a tiny bit less often when they are all together and snarking, but when they get it they slam dunk it so hard the entire court shatters.

I AGREE COMPLETELY!!!!!!!!! This would be so funny, too 😭 (Making this Sanusona as I always do) Usopp finds out about what happened back on WCI and he hates Pudding. Sanji keeps telling him to see it from a different angle. That it wasn't really Pudding's fault and she was being manipulated by her mom. That she actually helped them in the end. But Usopp doesn't like her- Not only because she did what she did, but also because he can't stand the way Sanji talks about her. Ngl, I think Usopp isn't a jealous person, but he is very insecure and Sanji being fond of the girl he almost ends up marrying makes him a bit sick. But, yeah. Final saga, they rescue Pudding, and she meets the Strawhats. Usopp is fully prepared to be her worst enemy no matter what! But- But she's actually really nice? And cute? And really, really funny? And he can't hate her. He tries to be angry at her but she's cooking sweets for everyone and even though she has this weird on-and-off personality when it comes to Sanji... She has a good heart. But Usopp keeps pretending that he hates her because he's a proud idiot and he won't admit he was wrong about her. Sanji just tells him to get his shit together already and enjoy their time together because otherwise, he'll regret it (funny that he's the one saying that as if he wasn't equally as stubborn. That frustrated Usopp more). I think Pudding would actually make amends with them, you know, since I doubt Nami and Luffy could forgive her that easily. But they end up getting along with her when she apologizes (when Sanji isn't around because if he is in front of her she'll end up yelling without wanting to). Usopp doesn't buy it. I mean- He does buy it. He just doesn't want to. So Pudding talks to him in private and explains her situation and apologizes and says she understands if he doesn't want to forgive her. She almost marries his boyfriend, after all. And she has hurt him in multiple ways. And she has broken his heart. It's understandable if Usopp wants to hate her so bad. But the guy is soft against that and Usopp believes people can change. Besides, he knows what being insecure about your appearance and status is, especially if it has to do with a parent. So they end up getting along. The same thing happens with Nami, actually. Imagine trying to forget what Pudding did to their cook. Nami is going feral cat mode against her. If looks could kill, y'know... But! But she saw with her own eyes how Pudding helped them out and she knows what it feels like. To act like somebody you're not. And yeah, okay, the girl might be a little bit insane but it could be worse. And when she's acting like a normal person, she's a sweetheart. So Usopp ends up befriending her quickly, while Nami accepts her and embraces her friendship, but not without the typical "But I swear, if you do anything remotely bad to him again I am not hesitating to electrocute you and throw you overboard. Understood? Understood. Glad we had this chat, bestie". So, uh, yeah- At least they're friends now.

And let me tell you-- It's chaotic. Sanji thought he would be devastated if they didn't get along, but now that they do... Sanji is losing his mind. They're all crazy. He's living his dream, you know. His dear Pudding is friends with his partners. Great. Yeah. Uh. Pudding is teaching Usopp how to use a revolver, which makes sense since he is a sniper and he's curious about guns. That makes sense. But she's also telling Nami manipulation tactics and the navigator couldn't be happier. And you might think that's it, but then you have Usopp showing off his abilities and Nami giving tangerines to Pudding so she can make sweets with them. Which is adorable and cute and Sanji loves every second of it, but it's like they planned this to make him go insane. His poor heart can't handle this. He's going to die. They're a menace to society. Honestly? An unstoppable trio. They manipulate, gaslight, and Sanji malewifes. If they don't like you and you have something they want they probably will steal that from you using either manipulation, burglar tactics or, you know, a gun. Perfect trio. They're also Sanji's protection squad. And also they're the ones who scold him when he doesn't behave. He's a bit scared of them but like, in a good way? And they also look after him a lot so it's alright. And besides, Sanji is kind of like their knight in shining armor too because he gets extra violent if something happens to any of them.

Isn't it just,,, Such a cute picture to imagine Sanji and Pudding cooking while Usopp and Nami work on their own things at the dining table while they keep them company? I find it cute,, They're all a bit crazy but it's fine.

#hey anon i actually fucking adore this thank you #i think pudding deserves so much love and recognition #she's a sweetie and a menace to society and i think she'd get along with sanusona perfectly #making this sanusona bc it's my new obsession don't judge me #you don't get it they're all non-binary sapphics to me :(#one piece #black leg sanji #usopp #cat burglar nami #charlotte pudding #sanuso #sanami #sanusona

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puddingcake300 · 11 months

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For drawing suggestion... your fave with a flower crown!

a crown for my king 🫶

good luck everyone trying to pull him!

#i've never drawn a flower crown before it turned out so well!#gradient map i love you for making the colors good loll #thanks anon!#mayoi ayase #ayase mayoi #fanart #puds draws #request

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todayisafridaynight · 1 year

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https://www.mycast.io/stories/vgcu-yakuza

I highly recommend this site for the most unhinged yakuza live action fan casts

losing my mind with these

#snap chats #I LOVE HOW AWANO AND KUZE ARE THE /ONLY/ ONES WHO HAD HIS ACTUAL ACTOR SUGGESTED #AND THEN THERE'S SHIBUSAWA AS SOMEONE ENTIRELY DIFFERENTLKAJLKJ #youre right these are funny as hell fan casts #this just reminded me i watched more kinpika today and nakai's SO good in it.. gonna go buy more pudding to watch it more #thank you anon i absolutely needed the laugh today this was great

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mimi-croissant · 2 years

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Do you perchance have any bread pudding headcanons 👀👀 (it’s so nice to find another person who’s like actively a fan of him, he and lime are like my favorite characters and I canNOT find any content for them lol)

Omg hi!! And hell YES I have a bunch of Bread and Bread-Lime friendship headcanons dude

— Bread is pretty GNC he WILL wear skirts and stuff and he loves them

— I ADORE platonic kisses so you better believe that I think Lime and Bread constantly give each other little pecks on the forehead and cheek

— He wears a full set of pajamas to bed. They are probably embroidered

— He also has a robe and slippers because that man dresses like a housewife from a movie

— He likes to write! He spends too much time on that clipboard I bet he’s writing little poems and ideas in the margins

— Bread and Lime run a fashion and food blog with the occasional entry from Crepe

— Huck and Bread have these little spa nights where they do each others hair, nails, etc. Red Hot is commonly included in these

— Bread is NOT the type of person that can sleep anywhere, unlike Huck. Bread needs his bed and blanket to be comfortable ok!

— Huck got him a shirt that says “ho-ho-homosexual” they said it was a group gift

— Bread said he would never wear but he wears it to sleep sometimes

— Bread is a trans gay man I speak the truth (and demisexual)

— Bread and Lime go shopping alll the time together they make it a weekly thing to go get clothes

— “I wish a book existed about [so and so]” “oh I wrote something like that once” “you WRITE?”

— It’s basically canon but he is NOT a morning person in a nontraditional sense

— He will wake up super early (of his own accord) but then be grumpy and upset about it you did this to yourself

— He hates waking up late tho because he feels like he’ll get nothing done in the day

— “I’m not doing peppy and cheerful this early in the morning”

— He is south asian and latino

— He snaps his pencil accidentally sometimes. Like, completely in half. Usually when looking at Huck from afar. Lime teases him relentlessly for it

— He really likes Huck’s singing voice but then again who doesn’t (Huck sings to him which is ALSO practically canon because of a background shot in one of the shorts)

— Huck talks a lot to Bread, especially when he’s doing work, so Bread accidentally starts writing whatever Huck is saying on accident

— Bread uses an insane amount of gel for his hair in the morning he spends like 40 minutes on it

— If you can’t tell I love the Huck-Bread-Lime trio they are the best friend ever

— They ALL trade hair care tips actually

— Not a Bread hc really but I think Lime straightens her hair because there is no WAY she has naturally straight hair she has CURLS!

— Bread makes it his MISSION to have the most dramatic entrances ever

— He and Lime talk to each other about crushes all the time and love to hype each other up

— LIME AND BREAD ARE EACH OTHERS WINGMEN it’s real and true

And yk what some bonus doodles that I have and haven’t posted before

#ask mimi #anon ask #strawberry shortcake berry in the big city #berry in the big city #bread pudding #lime chiffon #huckleberry pie #hucklebread #just a bit #strawberry shortcake #doodles #THANK YOU SO MUCN FOR THIS ASK BTW LIKE???#I HAD SO MUCH FUN #WJJDJXNE #I AM SO HAPPY TO DUMP ABOUT MY HEADCANONS

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variabels · 1 year

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have you never had any type of surgery before today? (also hang in there! The worst is to come)

never had any major surgery, closest was getting a baby tooth pulled out but it was already really loose before going to the dentist, idek why my dad took me there, maybe cuz he and my mom were friends with the dentist and my brother and I friends with her son

I'm scared shitless of major surgeries, I only chose local anesthesia cuz general anesthesia scares the shit out of me even more

for now it feels like just a bit more painful than when I got braces but more comfortable since it's just the back on the left side of my mouth that hurts

#thank you anon #last week I had period cramps so bad I couldn't do shit for like an hour #the pain I'm in right now is more annoying than anything I can still get shit long if I'm not holding on to the cold compress #I accidentally froze my tongue earlier and had to stop using the compress for like an hour to unfreeze #idk how I managed it #I still managed to eat two puddings #only took 20 minutes #wisdomposting

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ragnarlothcat · 1 year

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2, 8, 38, 42!

Hello and thank you 🥰 (for this fic writers game)

This is very long for some reason (I know why and it's the same reason all my one-shots are ridiculous) so I'll put a cut

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

Absolutely fascinating to do this, thank you. My results:

Alternate Universe - Modern Setting (9)

Rimming (6)

Top Obi-Wan Kenobi (6)

Anal Sex (4)

Bottom Anakin Skywalker (4)

First what this tells me is that I failed to tag anal sex at least twice so that's on me. The top/bottom disparity puzzled me for a moment until I remembered I'd tagged at least one fic with power bottom Anakin and I bet the filter didn't catch that.

It's funny, tagging dynamics wasn't really a thing in my previous fandoms but I saw it was in obikin so I've adjusted my habits. This also shows that I a) have a lot of wips that have not gotten to the sex and b) I write more M and under and non-penetrative sex than I realized.

The modern AU thing is definitely accurate, I write a lot of those. Although I have 22 works in total so I guess more than half aren't modern AUs. They're a combination of canon divergence (which I never tag although I probably should) and other (like historical au). I like modern AUs! I love reading them and I love writing them. Sure you can angst it up but it's nice to have a setting where I don't have to think about whether Anakin's already gone on a murder spree or not.

8. What song would make a great fic (to either write or read)?

I am the worst person for this question because I've never been inspired to write by a song. Sometimes I'll have an idea and go looking for a song with the right vibes to listen to while I work but that's the closest I've gotten.

Oh you know what? I was listening to Criminal by Fiona Apple one time and thought something fun could be done with that premise (with all the "girl"s changed presumably). I never went anywhere with it but I could see Anakin being the Fiona Apple character? Is there something there? Maybe he and Obi-Wan broke up because Anakin was callous in some way? I don't know!

38. Did any of your fics get surprisingly popular (whatever that means to you)? Which ones? Why do you think they were so successful?

To this day I'm a little surprised when anyone reads anything but I maybe my one shot Out of the Bag? The general pattern I've noticed is that longer fics end up being more popular and my catboy Anakin is one chapter, short (by my standards) and fundamentally pretty cracky. They don't even actually hook up in it, it's just kissing and the suggestion of a further relationship!

What this tells me is that a decent number of people also want to see a cat eared Anakin get absolutely wrecked by Obi-Wan and you know what? I want to see that too.

42. Have you ever received a comment that particularly stood out to you for whatever reason?

The cheap but true answer is that whenever someone takes the time to really engage with a chapter it stands out to me. I can remember writing à la carte and getting comments wondering what would happen next and about Anakin's backstory and that's all I've ever wanted! When people have theories??? It's the most fun ever and I always have to hold myself back from confirming or denying them.

The sillier answer is that someone bookmarked one of my fics with the comment "guilty pleasure unfortunately" and I think about it like once a month and laugh. I've been there too, bookmarker. I'm just happy you enjoyed it!

#ask game #anon #thank you!#i love being a guilty pleasure #also the fic in question is a master/padawan thing which i know can be a little iffy for some people #so i am not remotely offended #it is a little kinky!#anyway sorry this is so long i have all this pent up writing energy but a brain made of pudding

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faithblob-says-things · 2 years

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Good morning! Remember to drink some water and try to remember to drink it regularly throughout the day!

Good morning Y :]

I will! I drank a lot of water yesterday bc the ovens are always 500 degrees (260 Celsius?) so that bitch got HOT

#my lower back is trying to kill me #so i need to get my meds #I'm also gonna make eggs because god damn it i deserve it after doing my best yesterday #anyways I'm almost done with ur banana pudding man i just need to look up chess pieces again #also the pastel pink worked lovely so thank you thank you #anon y #y the beloved <3 #anonymous ask #anon ask #ask #blobus answers

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closedspeciesteahouse · 3 months

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Providing some (brief) context for Succubuns (I recommend checking out the vent blogs for more information; sadly I would have to somehow locate links for all of this, so apologies for the lack of them) :

Yves/Luca (owners) are big jerks who take any criticism personally and are ban happy + do not do ban appeals (they ban people over any criticism, if they're too happy or upset at the discord chat, for people arguing back over their nitpick in MYOs,) or NOT banning people under 21 because they can put out their wallet (check # cryonics or oshun in the vent blog). They're rude/mean, enforce their control over people's personal story/designs/art (i.e., people expected to use their characters within the constraint of Succubun lore / characters cannot have 'scars' / have certain kinks obvious in their design despite being sex bunnies / etc). One of these cases involve them complaining you can't draw the two POC NPCs (Velveteen) with black hairstyles. Luca has the capability of drawing POC characters or drawing them to look more mature (look their deviantart listed somewhere in the other vent blog), but 1. they don't use black features on characters that are meant to be black 2. continue to draw characters that are extremely childish looking. Instead of admitting fault to thing or accountability, they will lie, hide, and post about 'griefing' or blame to people 'trying to take down the community and be negative.'

☕️

#hmmm #interesting #good heavens #this is the first ask we have heard that said this #and I’m sure the vent blog has a lot of that mentioned and it might be overwhelming to see #but we appreciate the brief summary anon #thank you for the pudding proof #succubuns #yves #Luca #mod earl

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changisworld · 4 months

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any hard thoughts about lee know? 👀

~ j

Hi j!

of COURSE i have hard thoughts of this man, who the hell DOESNT?!

this was pre-written ready to post but this was the perfect ask for me to post this to so THANK YOU

PSA FOR ASKS/REQUESTS: i WILL get around to posting everyone’s requests i’m just sorry if it takes a bit of time but whatever you request i’ll post it!! IM ALSO MAKING AN ANON LIST!! just send me anything & tell me what emoji u wanna be!<3

Word count; 911

18+, MDNI!!

main masterlist here

LEEKNOW HARD THOUGHTS

this man is obsessed with you & i MEAN IT! Leeknow loves to show this to you by making you feel as if you are on cloud9 every time you get into bed. He gets you SO riled up by doing the simplest things, whether that be from simply holding your waist as you both brush your teeth, twirling your hair or playfully biting you.

In bed however, he knows he is filing you up & knows exactly how to tease you. Says things like;

“but i am touching you baby, what else do you want? tell me” As he is teasing your folds with his fingertips, avoiding your needy clit completely.

“You want my tongue so badly? beg me for it then.” He would say, cat eyes looking up at you as he is in-between your thighs blowing cold air onto your puffy cunt.

“you take me so well baby, i have no idea how you’re always this tight.” He says as he finally buries himself inside you, your walls welcoming him like a really tight warm hug.

“already gonna cum? cum for me then but i wont be stopping until you squirt then baby.” (this man definitely has a huge kink for you cumming in general but especially squirting??)He groans as he is already pounding into you, your cunt is definitely not gonna be pain free later, already red from the constant abuse it’s getting from his dick, pelvis hitting against it & his fingers.

DEFINITELY DEFINITELY DEFINITELY has a dick around 6 inches & thick & KNOWS how to use it. He is all for ‘vanilla’ sex & enjoys it a lot but he knows you love dirty talk so he makes sure to make sure you know how dirty you are, letting him fuck you open as your eyes are leaking tears from the pleasure. he loves overstimulation especially on you, he loves watching you squirm around him, trying to get away from the pleasure but also to try get more.

He’s 100% more of a dom but he has let you switch roles a handful of times mainly for your enjoyment but he would be lying if he didn’t find it hot as fuck to watch you get off on him, using his thigh, stomach, dick or even face to get yourself off. He likes to say that he’s ‘acting’ when he lets out whines, begs & pleas to fit into the ‘sub role’ but you both know it’s leaving his lips subconsciously.

“M-mommy plea-se can i have your cunt… need it so bad” He whines as you edge him for the 3rd time.

“s-slow down! t-too wet, guna cu-cum!” he stresses with glossy eyes, trying to hold back but doesn’t dare touch you since you told him not to.

Definitely has an oral fixation, whether that be him watching you swallow his cock around your lips, gagging & gurgling as spit drips down your chin & his thighs, him watching you suck his fingers as he plays with your clit, eyes glossy or even you letting him suck your fingers which he always gladly accepts. He LOVES LOVES kissing you, tongues wrapping around eachother, fighting for dominance, the taste of your lips has him addicted. Loves biting your lips as he kisses you just to hear you whine. LOVES eating you out, he might even say it’s his favourite part of sex with you, your taste all over his tongue & lips could be all he tastes forever & he would be happy. knows exactly where to nibble, lick & suck.

“You taste better than pudding y/n, they should take inspiration.” He says nonchalantly as if your eyes aren’t rolling back through your skull & your juices aren’t all over his cheeks & nose.

“ahh, you like when i lick you here too now huh? i’ll remember that baby, can ya cum if i keep it up hm?” he asks with a slight cheeky grin, knowing he found another hidden sweet spot.

“cunt is so wet, so sloppy all for me baby, you’re dripping absolutely everywhere.” he says with a slight cheer in his voice, watching & feeling you clench around nothing.

This man doesn’t really have a favourite position since he knows how to adjust how he fits inside you to make you both see stars regardless but if he had to choose, he would choose mating press since that is the position that gets you into the floaty cloudy state you beg him to put you into.

He isn’t insecure of himself at all so likes to use vibrators, handcuffs, dildos & flavoured lube to make it even more enjoyable for you both & to also help achieve what you both want out of each specific time you are in bed, if it is a bed you’re both in seeing since this man has no issues with fucking you in every square inch of your house.

This man is an aftercare king tbh, always has water next to the bed & drowns you in kisses & cuddles & most of the time will let you choose something to watch, already knowing it’s gonna be the same few random movies you’re obsessed with & he thinks he can recite every single sentence at this point.

“You did so well baby, let me do this to you” He says as he pulls out slowly, eyes darting from your cunt to your flushed out face, his cheeks blushed along with his ears too.

“I love you so much y/n, my favourite thing on this earth is you.” He mumbles into your neck as he kisses it softly.

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farfromsugafanfic · 3 months

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Stray kids reaction to seeing surgery scars on their s/o

Anon 🐻‍❄️

SKZ Reaction To Seeing Surgery Scars On Their S/O

Genre: fluff, suggestions of smut

Warnings: mentions of surgery, body insecurity, cancer, mention of disease and injuries

A/N: My first anon 🥹 thank you so much and I hope you enjoy it. Also, thank you for 1,000 followers 🥺

Chan:

Chan knew about your appendectomy scar and how it was one of your complexes, but you'd always managed to keep it hidden from him. He tried to express that it was perfectly normal to have surgical scars and that it wouldn't change how he felt about you, but it still took you time to show it to him.

Pulling up your shirt, you winced as the keloid scar became visible. Chan stayed quiet before gently running the softest part of his fingertips over the rough scar.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"Sometimes," you said. "But not too much anymore."

He nodded in understanding and reached down to intertwine your fingers.

Minho:

Minho understood why you were scared for him to see your scoliosis surgery scar because he too had a surgery scar that he felt self-conscious of. While he'd sometimes caught a small glimpse of it, you always tried to keep it hidden. Eventually, though, it became impossible to deny the intimacy growing between the two of you.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours," he said, trying to lighten the mood with some light sarcasm. It seemed to work since you laughed and some of the tension in your body. When you finally threw your shirt aside, his breath hitched at the long vertical scar down your spine. It lined up with the curves of your body linearly, making your body look like two butterfly wings sprouting from the scar.

"Fuck, you're so gorgeous."

Changbin:

Changbin knew you had a tumor removed from your kidney as a kid, but it never crossed his mind that you might have a scar. While you sometimes even forget about it, there are times you get reminded. Someone looks a little too hard at your abdomen when wearing a crop top, or someone was bold enough to ask what happened.

You'd long put your childhood brush with cancer behind you, but when Changbin first noticed your scar, your body filled with dread. Would it be the last straw and he would finally find you completely unattractive and dump you?

However, Changbin didn't say a word and just placed his palm over it. He'd continue to do this, sometimes without even thinking about it, just reminding you that he loved every part of you, even the parts you sometimes wanted to hide.

Hyunjin:

Hyunjin noticed that you always wore long sleeves. At first, he didn't think much about it, until there was an especially hot day when you refused to take off your long-sleeved shirt. When he questioned it, he saw the panicked look in your eyes and knew something was wrong.

After a bit of soft prodding, you eventually explained that you'd broken your arm as a kid and had had surgery, leaving you with a scar. Hyunjin was silent for a few moments.

"Is that all? You thought I would mind that?"

"Well, I mean, you're so gorgeous."

"I still have scars, babe." He chuckled and reached for your sleeve, gently pulling it up and rubbing the pad of his thumb over the scar. He didn't say anything else, but gently leaned down and kissed the scar.

Jisung:

When Jisung first met you, it was at a large event where you'd had your makeup professionally done. But, the next time he saw you, it was a late night at the convenience store where the scar from a skin graft surgery you'd had after getting a burn on one side of your face. Compared to what it could look like, it was relatively minor, but the scar was visible and you'd only just got used to doing small errands like this without covering it up.

Jisung can't lie and say it didn't catch him off guard, but it only made him more interested in you. He bought you a pudding and chatted with you, deciding not to mention anything unless you did. This surprised you because most people couldn't help but ask for the sob story of the car accident that resulted in major burns to your face.

Eventually, you did tell Jisung what happened though it took time and getting over some insecurities. But, Jisung's openness about his insecurities and your insistence that they didn't matter to him helped you come to realize how enamored he actually was with you.

Felix:

You and Felix were both very open about your insecurities and who you are. However, you could never get yourself to show your biopsy scar. The scar was small, but noticeable. So, you kept it covered. As you and Felix became more intimate, you knew he would eventually see your scar.

Felix was a sweetheart. You knew he wouldn’t care and that such a small flaw would not affect how he felt about you. Yet, still, there was a nagging worry. When Felix does see the scar and notice the way your body tenses when his eyes graze over it, he takes your hand and kisses the back of it gently.

“It looks beautiful on you,” he said, as if he were looking at you trying on a dress and not gazing at your scar. His hand brought yours to his cheek.

Seungmin:

On the outside, it wasn't obvious that you had lupus, but Seungmin had begun to notice that you never drank—not even beer or wine. He didn't mind but found it a bit curious since it was not something he was used to with people around his age. Still, he didn't ask questions. That was until he was staying the night at your apartment and caught a glimpse of the hockey stick shaped scar on the right side of your abdomen from having a kidney transplant.

His eyes widened as he began to put it all together. He didn't flip out but did ask if you were okay. After you explained, he felt better but also felt bad that you felt like you needed to hide such a major part of yourself from him. From then on, he would sometimes find himself absentmindedly running his fingers over the scar when you lie together.

Jeongin:

Jeongin knew you'd had knee surgery a few years ago after tearing your meniscus. But, he'd never seen the scar. Of course, he was never actively looking for it but realized that you never showed your knees at all. When asked about it, he could tell it was a touchy subject, but a few sweet words and reassuring touches calmed you.

Rolling up your pant leg, you showed him the scar. It was larger than most other similar scars because your injury had been extensive. The scar—at least in Jeongin's eyes—wasn't too visible, but he made sure to give you a cute peck on the nose and encourage you to wear what you wanted since surgery scars were nothing to be ashamed of.

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danaewrites · 10 months

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you with the dark curls (you with the watercolor eyes)

part i: and while you were asleep, i was surely awake

james potter x reader // read it on AO3

word count: 2.8k

summary: “Falling in love with your best friend was never a good idea, but you’d managed to do the idiot thing anyway, carrying a torch for a boy who would never look past Lily’s emerald eyes to see the watercolor ones that had always been by his side.”

tags: best friends to lovers, angst with a happy ending, based on the song "dear arkansas daughter" by lady lamb, fem!reader

author's notes: hii y'all, sorry for not posting in a year :P my only excuse is that i didn't feel like taking the energy to actually write out my story ideas. also perfectionism. anyway i somehow wrote this in two hours while procrastinating my college app essays and have plans to make this a multi-chapter fic despite intending to write an angsty oneshot request for a completely different fandom (i see you, beloved anons, and i raise you this completely unrelated fic <3)… the brain of a writer works in mysterious ways.

read it all here: part i, part ii, part iii (coming soon!)

You were in love with James Potter.

It was a fact of life, just like how the sky was blue, or that his favorite dessert was treacle tart, or that you were the only person he’d ever let see him cry besides his mother. You’d loved him from the moment you met him on the train to Hogwarts as a shy, anxious muggleborn unsure of the new world of magic and prejudice you’d been thrown into without so much as a warning. He hadn’t cared at all about your blood status- didn’t even think to ask about it. He had launched himself into your compartment and began talking at you a mile a minute, beaming with every tooth showing once he found out you were hoping to get into Gryffindor, his hazel eyes alight with the joy of making a new friend. And friends indeed you had become; you were proud to remember that you’d known him before Sirius or Remus or Peter did, though it took only an instant after the Sorting for him to become best mates with the rest of them, too.

You and James were inseparable from that moment on, giggling at Professor Binns’ failure to notice Sirius’ antics in the back of class and reassuring each other when home seemed too far away for comfort. He stole sweets from the Slytherin table for you at meals, and you covered for him when the teachers almost caught him pranking Snape– after all, who would believe that sweet, innocent Y/n would ever be involved in such shenanigans? The soft-spoken demeanor and love of everything pastel you’d thought would eventually oust you from the close-knit Gryffindor boys’ group proved to be quite the useful asset when affirming their ‘innocence’.

Not that they only wanted you around because you were helpful, of course. You had quite the talent for exaggerating stories until even Sirius fell off his seat laughing in disbelief, and your creative mind made for some glorious pranks and entertaining mistakes. Peter would blush for an hour straight if anyone mentioned The Great Plum Pudding Incident of Christmas 1974, all thanks to your clever meddling. And Remus– well, he was eternally grateful for your mother-henning during the worst of his moon cycles. You’d been the first to figure out his “furry little problem”, and upon learning that enjoying chocolate was his favorite method of escapism, showed up every month without fail with an armful of Honeydukes sweets. The little ways in which you loved each Marauder meant the world to them. They would do anything to protect you and make sure you were okay, James most of all. You often teased James that he was more bodyguard than friend, with his deep glares at too-forward Hufflepuff boys masking the big softie you knew he was underneath. You remembered fondly the summer days he spent chasing you around your house, scaring your mother half to death with his colander-and-pot ‘armor’ as he declared that as a chivalrous knight, he was meant to save Princess Y/n from the terrible Acromantula King. Privately, you thought James had a few too many Arthurian legends for bedtime stories as a child, but what could you do?

Even now, as sixth years, the bond between you and James never changed, your love for him ever-growing. Your heart melted every time you glanced over your shoulder in the hallway, only to find him chatting softly with a sniffling first-year and guiding them to Professor Sprout’s office for a hot cuppa and a biscuit. You cheered at his Quidditch victories and were euphorically lifted up onto his broad shoulders afterward, whooping as he galavanted through the common room in celebration. You were there when he needed a shoulder to cry on when his grandfather died, softly stroking his hair as he fell asleep in your lap with tear tracks still running down his face. And he adored you in return– braiding your hair while you worked on Herbology essays, racing you on his beloved broom when you stayed with him during the summer, distracting you from your rants about Slughorn’s unfair grading with a trip to the kitchens and a blissfully soft blanket.

James was your lifeline and you his– and nothing in the world could change that.

Except, perhaps, one tiny little complication. A complication with vibrant red hair, sparkling green eyes, and a natural affinity for Potions. A complication that had sparked your jealousy since the first time you noticed James glancing dreamily at Lily Evans in second year Transfiguration, jealousy that had only gotten worse with his grand declarations of love every week. He’d begun to announce his affection for the muggleborn to anyone who would listen in third year, and it didn’t stop there. No, when James Potter loved someone, he loved hard, and that meant that you had to watch as beautiful bouquets appeared on Lily’s nightstand nightly while the rest of the girls in your dorm whispered and swooned. You were a wallflower when he sighed about how lovely her skin was and how bloody talented she was at everything she did during one of your late-night chats in the common room, curling in on yourself with every word he spoke. When he asked her to Hogsmeade the first time (and the second, and the third, and the fiftieth), you observed as she rolled her eyes and shoved past him, despite the small smile on her face.

It wasn’t that Lily wasn’t smart or pretty or talented– far from it. She deserved every good Potions grade she got, and even the pureblood Slytherins begrudgingly noted how she was the darling of Hogwarts society. But you thought that the way she treated your best friend, refusing his advances quite harshly but sending him flirtatious glances and making a show of wearing his flowers in her hair, was rather unkind and misleading. She had James wrapped around her little finger and didn’t seem to want to let go of his attention anytime soon, despite Snape’s protests about how much time he was spending with her. You disliked Severus, but didn’t think he deserved Lily’s bad treatment either. Sometimes you’d see him staring at James and Lily deep in conversation, and shoot him a glance of communal disappointment– before realizing who you were sharing the moment with and resuming an expression of disgust, at least.

At first, you ignored your growing angst about his new obsession, chalking it up to sleep deprivation, stress over your upcoming exams, and even your monthly. But when you started to run out of excuses for the despair slowly overtaking your heart and flashes of his dark curls began to appear in your sweetest dreams, you were forced to admit that your feelings for James ran much deeper than a platonic friendship. From the way he spun you around in the snow to the way he snorted at Remus’ awful puns, you were head-over-heels smitten with your best friend.

The way he’d filled out since the end of fourth year hadn’t escaped your notice, either; you were pretty sure that his pecs should be considered a traffic hazard, with the way you’d fallen flat on your face after seeing him shirtless after a match. He’d rushed over to clean up every one of your injuries, of course, with a touch so gentle it released a whole menagerie of butterflies in your stomach. You’d barely managed to mumble a coherent thank-you before sprinting to take a very cold shower and scream into your pillow with embarrassment. How on earth did Lily Evans even think around him?!

Alas, you’d read your fair share of romance novels, and you knew how this story would end. Falling in love with your best friend was never a good idea, but you’d managed to do the idiot thing anyway, carrying a torch for a boy who would never look past Lily’s emerald eyes to see the watercolor ones that had always been by his side.

That was the state Sirius found you in, broody and lost in thought in a quiet corner of the library. He grinned rakishly, planting a well-polished boot on a nearby chair and leaning over to tap your forehead. “Lots going on in there today, huh?”

You snapped out of your daze and smiled sheepishly up at him. “Sorry, Siri, didn’t mean to ignore you. Just, er, thinking about my Potions essay, do you know how many uses there are for mandelwort? Quite fascinating plants, hones–”

Sirius winced and slid back far across the table. “Oh, no, you are not discussing horrid Potions work with me today when there are so many other wonderful topics.” He gestured to a table of swooning fifth-years gazing dreamily at his backside. “For example, those lovely ladies,” he crooned, sending an exaggerated wink towards them and smirking when they sighed.

You wrinkled your nose and scoffed. “Oh, please, as if I haven’t heard enough about your conquests already. I’m already scarred for life from your stories about that Belgium Veela, let alone the muggle sailor you nearly broke the Statute of Secrecy for.”

He waved a hand, dismissing your allegations of the mental injury caused by his excruciating attention to sordid detail when slightly tipsy in the common room. You made a mental note to charm his shampoo to turn his hair bright lavender for the next week for that little snub. Although, being Sirius, he’d probably just use it as an excuse to sway the rest of the Hogwarts population into going to Hogsmeade with him. “Ah, but darling Y/n, that’s what I’m here for!” He furrowed his brow and stroked his chin in mock consideration. “However, I can’t seem to recall a time when you–” here he poked you in the cheek for emphasis– “confessed to a little tete-a-tete in the hallway. Ever. Which means we have a problem,” he grinned.

You felt rather like prey being hunted for sport. “That would be because I’m not interested in anyone, you dolt!” Crossing your arms, you turned your face back towards your homework. Maybe if you denied romantic interest for long enough, Sirius would leave you alone and go flounce off to flirt with the noisy table of fourth years. “Anyway, I heard Marlene’s been circling Dorcas like a lovesick pigeon lately, so perhaps you should be putting your matchmaking efforts to her benefit instead.”

Sirius rolled his eyes. “C’mon doll, I know you weren’t actually thinking about Potions when I arrived. Who’s the lead actor in those fantasies, mm?” He snatched up your favorite pink gel pen, twirling around his fingers as he looked at you expectantly.

Drat. He wouldn’t be so easily distracted with the latest gossip. You opened your mouth to protest yet again when you caught a flash of red over Sirius’ artfully tousled locks. You watched as James strode up to the alcove where Lily and her friends were studying, transfigured a sheet of parchment into a butterfly clip and held it out to her with a grin. Her laughter pealed out through the library as she let him lean over her shoulder to place it in her hair. He seemed oblivious to the titters of the girls around him while he gazed at Lily adoringly. You felt your heart clench as you recognized the expression on his face; you’d seen it on your own in the mirror after spending time with James, after all. And it seemed like maybe Lily was finally starting to be swayed into accepting his starry-eyed proposals, if the pretty blush on her cheeks was anything to go by.

Sirius tracked your despairing gaze to the couple and immediately paled in realization. “Oh, shit.”

Shit, indeed. Your face turned bright red as you scrambled to pack your bag and leave the area as fast as you possibly could, not sure how you could face Sirius knowing your deepest secret now. The boy had no self-control, fueling the Hogwarts gossip mill with the wild stories he overheard, and he had even less discretion when confessing things to his friends around the common room fire. It’s no wonder he wound up in Gryffindor, you thought miserably. There’s no way he’d be able to keep a secret like the rest of the Slytherins, and definitely not from James. It would only be a matter of time before he let it slip about your feelings to the rest of the Marauders, and— well, you’d just have to face losing your best friend for good once he heard.

Sirius broke your train of thought by wrapping his hands around yours, looking up at you with concern. “Hey, doll, wait— I didn’t know—“

You sniffed and wiped the tears threatening to fall from your eyes away fiercely. “That’s exactly it, Sirius, you didn’t know because you won’t be able to keep it from James.”

He looked guiltily down at the table. “I’m sorry. I’ve been a bit of a git with keeping things private lately, yeah?”

You nodded, covering your face with your hands. Sirius reached out, placing them back down on the table, and softly said, “Listen, I shouldn’t have pried so hard. You don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to.” He broke off, pausing to scramble for a handkerchief from his bag to wipe off your rapidly disintegrating mascara. “And I promise not to breathe a word of this to James,” he finished.

You looked up at him, startled. “Are you serious?” At his answering grin, you groaned. “Don’t answer that. But really, are you sure that you’ll be able to resist telling him everything?” You fiddled with the now-soiled handkerchief and whispered, “You two are so close, I don’t want to drive you apart. If James thought you were hiding something important from him, it would destroy him,” you sniffed.

He frowned. “Doll, you know you’re just as important as James is to me, right?” At your answering slump, his jaw clenched and he continued on with more intensity. “You’re like my sister, Y/n, there’s nothing you could do to make me care for you less. Especially not asking for your privacy. Clearly, I haven’t been treating you as well as you deserve if you doubt that.”

He walked around and took a seat in the armchair next to you, pulling you in to lean on his shoulder. “And I can be discreet, you know. I might not show it often, but growing up in a family of the most intensely secretive purebloods ever to exist taught me a few things.” You glanced at him doubtfully, the tiny quirk of your mouth the only sign that you were joking. “Hey, I’m being serious!” He laughed, then quieted suddenly. “This thing with James— you really love him, don’t you?”

You gave him an exasperated look out of the corner of your eye. Sirius released a breath and gazed deeply into the space in front of him. “Hey, we’ll figure this out together, okay?” He poked you in the side. “If he’s too focused on the smell of Evans’ hair or whatever to see that he already has the perfect girl in front of him, he’s not as smart as you think he is.” You giggled slightly, his words warming you. Sirius smiled, happy to see you cheering up a bit.

“Why don’t we go raid the kitchens? The coolest person I know once told me that elf-crafted mint chocolate chip ice cream is the best way to heal a broken heart,” he teased. You groaned, remembering how you’d told him that as a last resort to get him to stop complaining about how he missed his sailor ex-boyfriend every time you two went to Hogsmeade. At least your random advice wound up benefiting you now, you thought as you collected the last of your stationery and exited the library.

Neither you nor Sirius saw how James watched you smile up at Sirius as you walked away, holding his arm and laughing loudly at something he muttered. Anna Dumotier, a Hufflepuff fifth-year and one of Lily’s friends, would remember later that night how he seemed to tune out Lily’s voice for a moment and stared at the doors to the library with a strange expression on his face. His brows were furrowed like he was trying to decipher the answer to an unfamiliar puzzle, his eyes widened with confusion and a glint of something she could only identify as jealousy before Lily brought him back to the conversation with a graceful flip of her hair. But no— she shook her head— that couldn’t be right. What could James possibly be jealous of when he finally had the girl of his dreams in his arms?

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bubuslutty · 11 months

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Omg single dad Price?? Cliche as hell but hits all the right spots when ovulating hahah

omd thank you so much for this ask anon!

I've had so much writing abt single dad price! I hope I delivered 💙

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word count: 2.1k

tags: fem!reader, she/her, no descriptions of physical appearance, poc friendly, sfw

warning: none.

a/n: I wrote this on my periods and by God do I want this man so horribly bad. my mind is infested with filth when I think abt him but I also want to write fluffy things for him :((

okay so single dad price au

first of all, in my head, for some unknown reason, he'd have 2 boys, maybe twins and 1 little girl, the youngest. I see them as all being under 10 years old.

maybe you first met through one of his friends, Johnny maybe, who decided to invite you to travel down to Price's place all the way from Glasgow for some sightseeing and touristy stuff, or going to a festival or going to a show to see one of your favorite bands.

You knew Price, heard of him a couple of times but never met him face to face. and lo and behold when you do, your heart does a little flip and a giggle comes out of your mouth when he introduces himself and sticks his hand out, smiling down at you.

I SORRY BUT I'M WHIPPED FOR THIS MAN-

luckily he doesn't mind the giggle and his smile just becomes even bigger, because it's evident you're happy to be there, happy to meet him. and if Johnny likes you, Price is bound to like you as well.

And he does like you, easily swapping jokes and laughing together with Johnny. He gets comfortable pretty quickly with you, he leans forward and nods to whatever you say, seemingly captivated by your whole aura. After a whole pint of beer, he unbuttons two more buttons of his short-sleeved shirt. It was already hot outside, so maybe he wanted to cool down but his eyes say otherwise.

John is fucking massive, that you can tell by his body, even tho Johnny tells you he's a busy dad of 3 children, he somehow still manages to still go to the gym. He has both muscles with a healthy layer of fat on them, and you can appreciate a big man with a soft tummy but with the strength of a bull.

You've seen pictures of John before, shown to you by Johnny on multiple occasions. And his back still haunts your dreams. In a good way. He had such a huge back that you wanted to just climb it and cling to it.

And that man had huge arms and veiny hands with blond hairs on them, and a nice full beard on his face and fluffy hair with the warmest eyes you've seen. And the absolute unit of shoulders to waist ratio ever. And to top it off that man has WICKED hips, thighs and ass.

He mentions his kids once or twice over some drinks and yorkshire pudding burritos. And you sit up, interested and curious. You ask about their ages, names and because he's such a dad, he obviously has to show you his wallpaper of his boys and girl.

You lean closer to look at them, and they're so cute, with blond hair just like him, his boys have brown eyes while his little girl has blue ones. And they're genuinely adorable that you Aww at every picture he shows you.

This leads to Johnny telling you anecdotes from when they were little, like nappies little, and how one of his sons peed on him in the middle of changing his nappies once.

It's all fun and games until Johnny frowns down at his phone when he receives a message and he excuses himself, telling you and John how he has a thing to take care of, so he's leaving you two together to have some fun, and for John to take advantage of his child-free time.

Johnny leaves after giving you a tight hug and a wink, walking out of the nice pub John frequents.

"So… What's your favourite colour?" You asked, biting your lower lip and staring at John through your eyelashes.

And he seemed taken back by your question, "My favourite colour?"

"Yeah," You nodded, feeling a bit anxious for asking such a silly question, but you really wanted to get to know him, starting by asking him innocent questions and analyzing his reactions to them.

"Blue. What about you?" He answered with a shrug and a small smile.

"Me too! It's also my favourite colour!" You gasped, excited.

John chuckled at your excitement, taking a swing of his beer while you toyed with your phone like a fidget toy.

"I don't remember anyone ever asking me about my favourite colour, except my kids of course, and that one face paint artist at school fairs." John said and you giggled again.

"What did you get painted on?" You asked, grinning from ear to ear.

"Sonic the hedgehog." He sighed and you started laughing, eyes watering and shoulders shaking, even snorting once and slapping a hand to your mouth, eyes wide and cheeks hot.

John doesn't think twice before prying your hand away from your face, "Don't. A snort isn't going to chase me away."

"And uhm, I know why we're here, really here. Johnny isn't as subtle as he thinks he is." John confessed and looked away from your face, as if embarrassed.

"It's alright if you don't want to get together or anything, we could forget this ever happened, John." You said, placing a hand on top of his and leaning closer to look at his face better.

He looked at you as soon as those words left your mouth, "I didn't say anything about not wanting to get together-"

"Really?"

John sighed and grabbed and squeezed your hand, running his other hand through his beard, "Listen, you're absolutely lovely, charming and as beautiful as Johnny claims you to be. I do want to get to know you better, It's just– I'm not really someone you easily date."

You smiled, "You're a package deal."

"Excuse me?"

"Buy one, get three free." You said, watching the absolute giant of man look at you all worried as if there was something wrong with him.

John was stunned, looking at you as if you grew an extra head.

"What? You thought I'd agree to meet and flirt with you, knowing I won't get with a single parent?" You said, scooting closer to him, resting your chin on your palm and looking at him through your pretty eyelashes.

"I don't know if this is of any help, but I'm the oldest of 4 children, and my youngest sibling is 15 years younger than me. So little kids don't scare me, trust me." You said, puffing your chest as if you were a decorated soldier with veteran experience in taking care of little shits.

John cracked a small smile, "I'm sure you're a great older sister."

"I try my best." You humbly said, bowing your head and John chuckled again.

"So, how about we go for a walk and you can tell me all about your workout routine, you can't be the only one looking like a much hotter version of Superman." You said and John all but agreed.

And you do go for a walk, and chat about everything and anything. and you have so much fun that John forgets what time it is for a bit and gets surprised when his alarm rings and he has to go pick up his kids from school.

You say bye to each other and he says how he's going to invite you and Johnny over for a hangout with his other guys back at his place.

So you do go, you keep meeting him, and you eventually meet his kids, and they're lovely, polite and wary of you at first, because they're still very young and are children to parents who don't like or love each other like most parents do.

So you try your best to approach them in the best way possible, and decide to tell them nothing but the truth and talk to them like you'd talk to adults.

So when you start seeing their dad, he tells them one night over dinner, just the, and you also confirm it to them when you get invited over, "I like your father.

And his boys look up from their legos and his little girl stops flying a dinosaur in the air right before she crashes it on a city made out of blocks and barbie dolls.

"We know." The twins say at the same time and they shrug, resuming their play.

"Dinosaur?" The little girl hands you another dinosaur, and you nod, and take it from her little hand.

"Dinosaur." You repeat and you watch her dive the dinosaur's head to a barbie's head and act like he was eating the barbie, so you did the same thing, with added sound effects.

You don't expect the children to call you mum, you aren't overly friendly with them or force your friendship on them. You give them space, time and respect. And John seems to be incredibly grateful for it, even if he doesn't comment on it, but his eyes and smiles say enough.

Things slowly evolve, and the children start asking for you when you're not around.

"Dad, where's your friend?" One of his boys asked him on the way to get ice cream after school.

"You mean dad's girlfriend." The other twin corrects his brother.

"Are you boyfriend girlfriend?" His little girl asks.

"She's busy with work at the moment, and we're not dating, not yet, at least." John says.

"Not yet?"

"Why?"

"But we saw you kiss in the kitchen!"

"Please be boyfriend girlfriend! She's nice and she's better at helping us with homework than you!"

So John is now stuck in his car, being roasted by his children on their way to get ice-cream, and he shuts them up when he tells them they won't officially date until all of them like you.

Which they obviously already do and they agree very quickly.

So Price takes you out on a date, to officially ask you out, with his children as some sort of witnesses and official welcome to their family.

They're in a nice italian restaurant, nothing too fancy, and he's wearing a light blue button up with a pair of slacks that do more than justice to his legs and hips. And he looks so so nice, hair brushed back and beard trimmed and oiled up, and he has a watch on his wrist and a bracelet his little girl made him on the other hand.

His little boys are wearing button up shirts in different colours and slacks, and his little girl is wearing a blue dress with a dinosaur pin on her hair, keeping her curls away from her face. And as soon as you show up, her face lights up and she excitedly shows you her dress, spinning around, and telling you that's "It's blue! Like your favourite colour! Like dad's favourite colour!" And she also shows you the dinosaur hairpin and you all but melt and tell her how pretty she looks, and how handsome his boys look.

"You also look very handsome." You smile at John and he blushes a bit, taking your hands in his while his children watch with wide curious eyes.

"And you look very beautiful, darling." He says and you bat your eyelashes at him, "Thank you."

He kisses the back of your hands and he pulls your chair out for you to sit, and you grin and sit down. And then the children all start talking at the same time, about what they'd like to order and what you should try and what they think you'd like, so obviously they have been here before and it's a family favourite.

John tells his little gremlins to calm down and you guys start by ordering drinks and some breadsticks, then he actually has a whole speech prepared about how he's been very happy with you and would love for you to officially join their family.

And while he's saying his speech, his eyes never leaving yours, you don't notice one of his boys holding a small piece of paper under the table and nodding along to his dad's words, and the other twin holding a up thumbs up to show that John is saying everything he's written down.

While John’s little girl somehow pulled a small dinosaur toy out of nowhere and is making it sit on the table and watch you both.

"I'd love to be your girlfriend, and join your family, John." You say when John's done and his children all cheer at the same time, making some people from other tables glance at you.

"Congratulations." The twins say at the time, shaking your hand and their father's in quite a formal manner, making you giggle, "Thank you, gentlemen."

"Can we eat now?" John's little girl asks, and nobody asks why she had shoved tissue inside her dinosaur's mouth, probably mimicking feeding it.

John laughs and nods, "Yes, we can."

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igotanidea · 1 year

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Time off : Dean Winchester x fem!reader

Request: can you write something super fluffy with Dean? Like a day off of hunting or so?

Hope you'll like it anon.

Warning: slight innuendo, couple referrals to the events in the show, but no spoilers (seriously, if you don't know it, go check the "pudding scene" :D )

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Dean Winchester was not afraid of ghost, monsters, angels, devils, genies or any other kind of monstrous creatures. How could he? The hunter blood in his veins was an effective method of keeping his fear at bay at all times.

But…..

Sometimes, very rarely, after a particularly hard case and fighting, he was brutally reminded that despite everything he was only human with all the weaknesses that came with it. Normally he would just shrug it off, patch himself up, get some sleep and move on to another mission. Keeping appearances of the rowdy boy, charming his way with the characteristic smirk and deflecting emotions by using sarcasm and dry humor. More often than not it was his brother’s sake. Someone had to do the dirty job, and he was not going to let Sammy get his hands dirty.

Or at least that’s what he thought when he and his brother started their crusade. But it’s been quite a few years ago and now he was just tired. Just that. And moving forward despite everything.

He was used to being alone with the weight of the world on his shoulder, carrying it like some sort of martyr. No asking for help, not forming friendship or any real long-term relationship. One night stand? Sure, absolutely his style. Dragging a woman into his messed up life? Nah, thank you very much. Even those, who were fairly experienced in the hunting field could not withstand it and that was Dean’s greatest failure and guilt, even if he would never admit it out loud.

And then, Y/N came into his life. Or rather, slammed into it.

And it was not in the way anyone may suspect. Y/N was not just another victim of supernatural occurrence who the brothers tried to safe. Quite the opposite actually.

She was Sam’s friends from the law school. Only that Sam never graduated and she did. This fierce and sarcastic girl was one of the most insightful and brave people Dean has ever met. And in his job he met a lot so he had quite the comparison. And on top of all her skills, she was very knowledgeable of the specifics of Winchester’s legacy and family business. From the first day she met Sam she knew that the boy was hiding something, probably running from the past. Silent observation, a few tricky questions and some digging were enough to rim the younger brother and force him to confess. All in absolute confidentiality of course. They were best of friends, not afraid to confide in another and not afraid to just be themselves. Obviously Jess did not like it. But she had very little to say when she died in fire and Sam was dragged back into the past and joined his brother, leaving Y/N behind. For three years . And just like that, they met again by some crazy accident. Winchester’s found themselves investigating a case in one of the countless cities and much to their surprise found counselor Y/N doing pretty much the same. And to even bigger surprise she was doing crazily good, getting information neither of them ever could. They made quite the team, so she tagged along, joining brothers. Being a pain in the ass, as Dean was so kind to describe. Deep inside however, he liked that girl and perhaps was slightly jealous of the fact that she was so good in the same field as he. Sam went even as far to ask him if he was afraid of competition. A mistake he only made once.

Y/N was dealing with all the inconveniences and obstacles with stubbornness and analytical mind. And Dean soon found himself falling for her. And worried about her safety. And acting like an idiot saying a lot of harsh and untrue words just to discourage her and made her leave for good. Guess what? She did not.

One day, Sam came back to the motel the three were staying in and walked right into a very heated argument, filled with screaming, door slamming and throwing things at each other. Followed by a week of not talking and sulking. It was impossible to work with those two. Good thing the younger Winchester decided to knock some sense into his brother’s head. Accidental, arranged meeting in the middle of the night resulted in shy kisses which quickly turned far less innocent when Y/N and Dean ended up in his motel room indulging in some other activities than hunting. Poor Sam had a really rough night and barely slept (thin walls, people!), but despite the teasing he gave the couple he couldn’t be more glad they finally resolved the case and confessed true feelings for each other.

And that backstory brings us to this day.

Sometimes Dean was just tired. And she knew exactly when those moments were coming and were always ready to make him feel better.

“Ok, that is enough.” She advice in the most stern voice anyone has ever heard from her, walking into the bunker’s main room.

“We’re actually in the middle of something….” Sam started

“Get out Sam.”

“But…..”

“Do you really want to me to start figuring out what case you’re not telling me about. ‘Cause this is not gonna end up nice for you.” she warned

“We’re not hiding anything…..”

“Shall I remind you I’m a lawyer? You are skilled in deception Winchester, but you cannot fool me. Now out!” her index finger pointed at the door and Sam had no choice but to obey. Sometimes Y/N was scarier than any creature met during the years, not that he was going to point that out.

“Are you on your period sweetheart?” Dean grinned

“I’m sorry?” she raised an eyebrow

“You look like you wanted to kill him. Cramps?”

“Do you really want to find out?”

“Nah. Thank you. I’ve had my fair share of dying and coming back to life.”

“Right. Cannot deny your experience in the field. Being raised from perdition by the angel of the god surely does ……”

‘Y/n”

“Oh what the hell now.” Y/n turned around only to be met with another extraterrestrial creature in a distinctive trench coat.

“Y/N” he repeated

“Well hello Cass.” She rolled her eyes “what brings you, well, down to Earth if I’m allowed to use that expression.

“You called my name.” he pointed out

“No I did not.” she opposed

“Yes. You did.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, even if I did, since when are you the one to answer the phone? From what I know you show up and disappear as you please.”

“that is not true” Castiel looked above her shoulder, eyes fixed on Dean.

“At least this time you keep personal space” Winchester pointed out, chewing on his sandwich

“Do you guys want me to leave you two alone? I can smell heavy bromance in the air….”

“What is bromance?” Cas tilted his head in confusion

“Y/N…..” Dean warned “don’t you dare…..”

“Why not? why don’t we educate our little wingy friend on some modern terms?”

“He’s big enough to do it by himself”

“Really?” the girl raised an eyebrow “are you speaking from experience”

“I don’t understand what you two are talking about….”

“Get out Cas!’ both of them shouted at him and with the slightest shrug, bit of confusion on his face and flapping of the wings disappeared.

“Do you think he is actually going to check what bromance is?” Y/n wondered

“Not a chance”

“That’s a relief. Knowing Cas he would want to experience it in real life.”

“He’s got undeniable chemistry with Crowley so how about that” Dean smirked but despite the irony and humor he was using he could not hide the tiredness and worry reflecting in his eyes. “You wanted something from me?”

“I just came to say hi.” She moved forward and snuggled next to him “haven’t seen you whole day.”

“Hi baby” he replied kissing her forehead “I’m sorry, but you know how it is. The work…..”

“You need rest, Dean.”

“I don’t…..”

“I’m not accepting refusal, honey” Y/N cupped his cheek “let me take care of you. Please. You’ve had enough. Let me get you to bed.”

“You just can’t wait to get your hands on me, hm? I;m not opposed to….”

“Shut up you idiot!” previous tenderness and care was replaced by a smack through his head

“Hey what happened to let me take care of you?” he whined

“On second thought maybe you don’t need it that much if you’re up for dirty jokes.”

“Ok, point taken. I’ll be good, I promise. Scout’s word.”

“You were never a scout.”

“Honorary one. Witness in the person of Bobby.”

“Sold” she smiled and resumed doting over her boyfriend “My poor boy” she moved closer and locked arms around him, hugging so tight, so close, with so much love and affection. “we can just stay here.” Her voice was partially muttered since her face was buried in his chest. “we don’t need to do anything. Just be. ”

“I want nothing more but …..”

“No, Dean. No buts.” She opposed shaking her head “We’ve cracked 12 cases in the last two weeks. Saved hell lot of people….”

“Why does it still feel not enough? Like I could do more……”

“Dean…..” she whispered looking up, cupping his cheek and brushing it softly.

“I’m sorry baby. I’m being grumpy.”

“What’s new” she grinned “guess I’m not the one on period after all.”

“You should have left when you had a chance….”

“Sure. Unfortunately one stubborn bad boy made it impossible.”

“Bad boy, huh? What’s his crime?”

“Heart stealing.” She whispered meeting his eyes

“I’m sure he keeps in the safe place where it can’t get hurt.” Dean moved his head slightly to kiss the palm of the hand still resting on his cheek “I could never……”

“I know.” she assured

“Besides, it’s not stealing if you captured mine. I would rather call it an exchange.”

“I like the sound of that. “ she smiled lightly “Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“ Let me save you today. For once, let me be the one to protect you from the monsters in your mind.”

“It’s not…..” he started but she did not let him finish.

“Just let me…..” she whispered again and her voice held so many emotions all he could do was nod in agreement. Giving in to her completely. “Come with me”.

All that happened after seemed like a beautiful dream he did not have in weeks. Intertwining their fingers Y/N led him to the coach on the other side and made him lay down, never ever stopping gentle caress on his back and shoulders. It was so comforting and calming that when she moved away to get the blanket Dean grabbed her wrist, eyes pleading not to leave him.

“Relax, baby” she kissed top of his head, her heart breaking a little “I’m right here with you. Not going anywhere. Just can’t risk us getting cold.”

“Us?” he frowned a bit

“I just told you I’m not leaving.” She laughed lightly stretching as far as possible to reach for the rug without falling of the bed and without letting go of his hand “So yes, us. Think we can fit under that?”

“I think you will have to get closer to me.” He muttered, arms wrapping around her making her squeal.

“How… how close?”

“Closer.”

“Closer than what?”

“Just closer.” He whined lying head on her chest, listening to her heartbeat.

“Ok.” She responded, shifting positions, one hand on his back, rubbing circles there, other running through his hair. “I love you Dean.”

“I know sweetheart….”

“Say it back, you fool….” She pleaded, absolutely overwhelmed by the peace his presence brought her. Just him, doing nothing. Relying on her, trusting her, not having this emotional wall that separated them from each other way too often. Vulnerable in her embrace, surrendering to her love. Happy tears sprung from her eyes and as one warm drop landed on his cheek he looked up immediately.

“Baby? You know I do love you, please don’t cry…..” slight panic creeping on his face.

“I’m not sad, honey. Just… having you like this…..you don’t even know what it means to me.”

“I love you” he whispered leaning forward “I love you.” chaste kiss on her lips “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

“I know.” she smirked “Now, sleep. I’ll keep demons at bay.”

“What about nosy angels?”

“I think I can handle.”

“How about humans?”

“Those are easiest to get rid of. Have you ever heard that song dumb ways to do? Quite an inspiration in desperate times” she laughed and the sound made him pull her in more. Just some time off with her was all he needed and he was going to enjoy this the maximum.

“Can we have some pie later?” he mumbled

“How about pudding? Bet that brings good memories?” she teased referring to the craziest thing he did back in the days.

“Please…..” he groaned “don’t remind me….”

“Oh, I will never let you live it down.”

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So Maeglin apparently was handsome af, popular, charismatic, and a close confidant of Turgon during his time in Gondolin. In fact, he was a lord and was close to Turgon's ear so he was heard more than Idril. I just wanna know why the fandom loves to portray him as this kid who was hated by everyone (he was not), whom Turgon hated (didn't Turgon love that kid so much?), and whose love for Idril was seen in a good light (when in fact, he was willing to kill earendil just to get Idril). I was honestly shocked when it was such a popular narrative that he was being abused and hated pretty much by everyone in Gondolin and he didn't mean to cause the fall of Gondolin because he was a poor mew mew when the real poor mew mew was Turgon for listening to him in the first place. Lmao I was just genuinely shocked when it was the other way around. I like his character, he's interesting and complex but it kinda takes away the complexity of his character when he is being woobify but that's just me. What do you think?

Anon, idk if you looked at my blog and could tell I would be receptive to these takes, or if you just happen to keep landing on things I agree with XD

But yeah, I have thoughts on Maeglin's reception by the fandom and it's mostly in agreement with what you said.

With Maeglin, he is sympathetic in a lot of ways, which makes you want to root for him. He did have a difficult childhood--Eol was a shithead spouse so it's not hard to imagine he was not a great father either. Maeglin grew up almost totally isolated from anyone but his mom and dad, who did not have a good relationship, thanks to his dad's abuse. When he and Aredhel make a run for it, we want them to succeed! We want good things for them (we've been rooting for Aredhel since the beginning of the chapter)! When Maeglin witnesses his father kill his mother in an effort to kill him, we want him to find peace and security in Gondolin.

The thing is--Maeglin grows well past his difficult childhood. As you noted, Maeglin does very well for himself in Gondolin. At the end of the chapter Of Maeglin, it is described how he "grew great among the Gondolindrim" and there are various indications he was generally trusted and well-liked.

"Thus all seemed well with the fortunes of Maeglin, who had risen to be mighty among the princes of the Noldor..." ("Of Maeglin," The Silmarillion)

At this point, this is we want for him! We like the idea that he's shrugged off his past, that he's doing well, and that he's not like his creepy bride-abducting father.

We don't get much in Silm about what Maeglin's relationship with Turgon is like, but I talked here about why I can't buy that Turgon neglected or abused Maeglin.

"Then the King listened with wonder to all that Aredhel had to tell; and he looked with liking upon Maeglin his sister-son, seeing in him one worthy to be accounted among the princes of the Noldor. 'I rejoice indeed that Ar-Feiniel has returned to Gondolin,' he said, 'and now more fair again shall my city seem than in the days when I deemed her lost. And Maeglin shall have the highest honor in my realm.'" ("Of Maeglin," The Silmarillion)

The only fly in that pudding is that he and Idril get off to a bad start which never improves. He's into her, she's not into him, but he can't let it go. He lets it fester and generate anger, jealousy, and hatred, and in this way, he's like so many creepy guys who can't take rejection.

"But as the years passed, still Maeglin watched Idril, and waited, and his love turned to darkness in his heart. And he sought the more to have his will in other matters, shirking no toil or burden, if he might thereby have power." ("Of Maeglin," The Silmarillion)

But even so, Maeglin is trusted by Turgon! He's popular! He has his own craft and people who admire and follow his ideas! In almost every way, Maeglin should be happy. But he cannot stop obsessing over Idril, and he lets that spoil everything else that he's achieved, to the point where he's wiling to betray the entire city to possess her.

I think there's also a disconnect between those who've read The Fall of Gondolin and those who haven't, because TFOG expands on a lot of things only really hinted at in Silm proper. For instance, the attempted murder of Earendil (who, it should be noted, is seven years old during the sack of Gondolin). In Silm, we get this:

"Tuor sought to rescue Idril from the sack of the city, but Maeglin had laid hands on her, and on Earendil; and Tuor fought with Maeglin on the walls, and cast him far out..." ("Of Tuor and the Fall of Gondolin," The Silmarillion)

In The Fall of Gondolin, we get a much more detailed account:

"Messengers by great stealth he had dispatched to Melko[r] to set a guard about the outer issue of that Way when the assault was made; but he himself thought now to take Earendil and cast him into the fire beneath the walls, and seizing Idril he would constrain her to guide him to the secrets of the passage, that he might win out of this terror of fire and slaughter and drag her withal along with him to the lands of Melko[r]... Now then M[a]eglin had Idril by the hair and sought to drag her to the battlements out of cruelty of heart, that she might see the fall of Earendil to the flames...When M[a]eglin saw [Tuor] he would stab Earendil with a short knife he had...the mail of the small coat turned the blade aside; and thereupon Tuor was upon him and his wrath was terrible to see." ("The Original Tale," The Fall of Gondolin)

In TFOG, Maeglin's malice is even more apparent as we get a blow-by-blow account of his effort to force Idril to watch him kill her child and then drag her to Angband, but even looking exclusively at canon Silm, Maeglin clearly swings into the villain path. I don't like to criticize him too much for caving under Melkor's threats, because being threatened with torture by Melkor would be fucking terrifying and I don't think any of us can say for certain how we would respond in that kind of situation. Tolkien even tells us Maeglin wasn't a coward, but Melkor is Melkor. Not everyone can be Hurin "Noted Badass and Snarkmaster" Thalion. What I am happy to criticize him relentlessly on is that he allows Melkor's plan to move forward.

"But Morgoth sent him [Maeglin] back to Gondolin, lest any should suspect the betrayal, and so that Maeglin should aid the assault from within, when the hour came; and he abode in the halls of the King with smiling face and evil heart..." ("Of Tuor and the Fall of Gondolin," The Silmarillion)

He never warns the Gondolindrim of what's coming, and in fact he encourages Turgon to refuse Ulmo's advice and stay in the city (where Melkor expects them to be). In TFOG, when Melkor does invade, Maeglin and his house fight on Melkor's side.

Maeglin fucked up by selling the city out, no argument. But it's more than that--he could have tried to fix it. But he doesn't. Because? Because he doesn't want his treachery revealed, and because Melkor promised him possession of Idril if he helped.

"Great indeed was the joy of Morgoth, and to Maeglin he promised the lordship of Gondolin as his vassal, and the possession of Idril Celebrindal, when the city should be taken; and indeed desire for Idril and hatred for Tuor led Maeglin the easier to his treachery, most infamous in all the histories of the Elder Days." ( "Of Tuor and the Fall of Gondolin," The Silmarillion)

People resist the narrative of Maeglin the villain I think because they are still in phase 1 where we want good things for Maeglin and for him to overcome his past. And he does...but then he chooses his own shitty path and throws away all the things he gained because he can't be content without everything that he wants, which includes Idril. Making all Maeglin's bad choices someone else's fault--Idril's for rejecting his advances, Aredhel or Eol for parenting him wrong, Turgon for not understanding him, Tuor for who knows--means not having to acknowledge Maeglin chose to become the person who betrayed Gondolin and tried to murder his family.

"Then the heart of Idril was turned towards [Tuor], and his to hear; and Maeglin's secret hatred grew ever greater, for he desired above all things to possess her, the only heir to the King of Gondolin." ("Of Tuor and the Fall of Gondolin," The Silmarillion)

Maeglin's story is a tragedy of someone consumed with their own malcontent, someone who had so much opportunity to be happy but chose to perserverate on the things he couldn't have, who became so obsessed with his own desires that he was willing to hurt everyone around him to get what he wanted. Maeglin's story is of a man who could not handle rejection by a woman he wanted, so he decided to ruin her life and kill her family. Maeglin begins the story as someone we are meant to sympathize with--but he doesn't end it that way.

#asks #anonyous #maeglin #meta

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heavyhitterheaux · 9 months

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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."

—

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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