#fic: the nanny diaries

[btsgotjams27]

the nanny diaries ~ jjk

summary: you're ready to relax with a quiet valentine's night in until your son has different plans for you and jungkook.

✨ title: the nanny diaries (drabble series) | the wish list ✨ pairing: jungkook x single mom!reader ✨ word count: 2.0k |✨ genre: fluff, cute |✨ rating: g ✨ warnings: a sassy 4yo (nothing new here), ha joon gets upset, reader gets caught by jk in an oversized pajama shirt with no bottoms ✨ a/n: idk where this drabble came from but here it is!

[ DRABBLES MASTERLIST ]

You stayed up the night before hand-crafting twenty-five Valentine’s Day cards. Ha Joon’s teacher was adamant about each card being ‘filled with love from the heart.’ You weren’t going to argue because you had been lacking in your volunteer hours, and this was your way of making up for it. The dinner table was covered with glitter, foam rainbows, and googly eyes (Ha Joon’s choice, not yours). Your child really was his own person, and it was fun to see him come into that.

In the morning, Ha Joon shuffled into your room, grabbed a hold of your duvet, and pulled it off you, causing you to groan at the cold air hitting your bare legs.

“Mommy–I can’t find my pink hat.”

“Mm. Pink hat? The Kirby one?” you asked, your opened eyes still half asleep. Ha Joon shook you by the shoulders, trying to get you up. “Okay, okay. I’m up. I’m getting up.”

You propped yourself up, narrowing your eyes at the little man before you. “Ha Joon-ah, did you get dressed by yourself?” He wore a pair of black sweatpants, a white t-shirt, and a green shacket. You had to give to the kid; he had style.

“Mommy!”

“Yes, baby. What?”

“My hat!”

“Oh, right.” You shook your head. Kirby hat, Kirby hat. Where could it be? Where had you seen it last? “Oh! I know where it is!” You quickly stood, running into the living room.

“Morning–”

You yelped, jolting your body back from the familiar voice, then you realized you were only wearing a pajama shirt, undies, and fuzzy socks. “Ah–Jeez,” you cleared your throat. “Morning, Jungkook. I wasn’t expecting you so early.” You flashed a smile, trying to be nonchalant while covering up your chest. February in Seoul was freezing, but you didn’t like going to bed with pants on, so this was your normal getup. Maybe it was time to start thinking of a new set of sleepwear.

“Cute…” he gave you the once-over. “...jammies.” Jungkook snickered at the shirt that said, ‘let me sleep.’ “I texted, saying I was coming over since I had an early day at the gym, but I guess you hadn’t seen the message yet.”

“Sorry, yes. I just woke up because I was up late last night finishing up Ha Joon’s Valentine’s cards.”

Jungkook had become accustomed to you and Ha Joon, making himself at home when he was over. He slurped the last of his cereal before speaking, “They look great, by the way. You have a real knack for glitter and googly eyes.”

You rolled your eyes because he was just being nice. You sucked at anything crafty. While other moms got to stay home and learn new hobbies, you worked to provide for yourself and Ha Joon. Once you tried crocheting, and it was bad all around because you had such a hard time following the patterns, so you gave up, but gluing and glitter—piece of cake, or so you thought.

You beamed a thin smile and blinked at him. “We haven’t known each other for that long, but I think I know when you’re lying.”

Jungkook laughed. “I’m not lying,” he said as he stood, heading over to the kitchen sink and setting down his bowl. “It’s cute, and I’m sure all the kids in his class will love it.”

That Jeon Jungkook was a sweet talker, alright, but you knew what looked good and what didn’t.

“Mommy,” Ha Joon walked in on the conversation, “did you find it?”

Ah, right, that’s what you were doing before Jungkook took you by surprise. You looked around the room, searching for the neon pink hat. “Found it!” you exclaimed, running over to the basket of toys in the corner. You picked it up, waving it in your hand.

Ha Joon squealed in excitement, running toward you. “I have my something pink for Valentine’s Day. What about you, mommy? You’re going to wear pink, right?”

Did you even own anything in the color pink? You were mentally going through your closet. “I have a red dress. Can I wear that?” You looked at Jungkook and realized he was wearing a pink denim overshirt, white tee, and pink cargo pants. You guessed Ha Joon made sure he got the Valentine’s Day dress code memo.

Ha Joon shrugged. “I’ll let you wear red.”

You scoffed. “Let me?”

“Yes, mommy!” he uttered, placing the hat on his head. “Jungkookie and I have to go to school now,” he huffed, grabbing his backpack and Jungkook’s hand.

Jungkook mouthed, ‘I’ll see you later,’ as he was being dragged away by the four-year-old.

It was nearly time for Ha Joon and Jungkook to return from school. You figured you’d order in dinner, have some dessert, give Ha Joon and bath, put him to bed, then you could wind down with some red wine. It was the perfect plan to end Valentine’s Day.

That is until Ha Joon handed you a piece of paper in his cute little handwriting titled, ‘Wish List.’ You figured Jungkook helped him with the spelling unless your child was a genius.

“What’s this, baby?”

“It’s my wish list. It’s what I want to do for Valentine’s Day.” Ha Joon looked at Jungkook, grabbing him by the hand and making him sit at the dinner table.

Jungkook grinned. “Little man knows how to plan a date.”

You glanced over the list: dinner, dessert, painting, and hide and seek. “Oh, baby. This is so sweet. I love this list. What should we get for dinner?”

“No, mommy. I’m going to cook.”

“You are?” You raised an eyebrow and crossed your arms at your peculiar child. “What are you going to cook?”

“It’s a surprise for you and Jungkookie.”

You turned to Jungkook. “Oh, my love. What if Jungkook has plans? What if he’s going out tonight with someone special?”

Ha Joon shook his head. “He’s not doing anything. I already asked, and he said yes. Right, Jungkookie? You’ll stay?”

“Jungkook, if you have things to do, please, by all means, don’t feel obligated to stay. I’m sure you have better things to do than spend Valentine’s Day with us.”

He beamed a grin at Ha Joon, ruffling his hair. “Nah–I promised little man I’d stay.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

You and Jungkook put on the biggest fake smiles as you stared at one another across the table. The two of you watched Ha Joon prepare dinner and of course, he wouldn’t let anyone help him. You cringed when he dropped a piece of chocolate into the milk, swirling it around with a spoon. You didn’t have the heart to tell him you normally use chocolate syrup to make his favorite drink. But Ha Joon was so proud as he set down the bowls of Mac and cheese and chocolate milk.

“Bon appetit,” he announced with the biggest grin you’d seen. He took a bow before grabbing his usual bowl and a plastic cup of chocolate milk.

“Joon-ah.”

“Yes, mommy?”

“Where are you going? Aren’t you going to eat with us?”

“I’m going to eat in my room. This dinner is for you and Jungkook.”

With your mouth agape, you couldn’t believe that you were tricked by your own four-year-old. You tucked your hair behind your ear, looking down at the table before peering up at Jungkook. “Is this—a date?”

Jungkook had a closed-lip smile. “Looks like it.”

You were mortified and weren’t sure what to do at this point. “I’m so sorry about all of this. I have no idea what has gotten into him. Again, please feel free to leave. I’m definitely not paying you enough for doing stuff like this.”

Jungkook laughed. “You know I love spending time with you guys, right? This is better than sitting at home by myself, which is what I would’ve been doing anyway.”

It was hard to believe that someone who looked like Jungkook didn’t have any kind of plans for Valentine’s or maybe he just didn’t like the corporate made holiday. Either way, you felt bad for him hanging out with the two of you while he wasn’t on the clock.

“Well, thanks for um, indulging in Ha Joon’s shenanigans.”

“I’m always a willing participant.”

After dinner, came dessert which was popsicles, then painting. You thoroughly enjoyed painting because the thought was very cute and you just loved how Ha Joon’s mind worked. He made everyone paint each other how they saw the other person.

Ha Joon sneaked a glance at Jungkook’s painting. “Hey—you’re cheating.”

Jungkook moved the painting away from him. “I’m not cheating.”

“Yeah! You drew me and mommy. You were only supposed to paint mommy.”

He sighs. “Okay—I’m sorry I cheated but I wanted to paint both of you.”

“I wanna see.”

Jungkook turned his painting back toward you. It was a simple portrait of you and Ha Joon. He was sitting in your lap as your chin rested on top of his head, the two of you peering off to the side. Was there anything Jungkook wasn’t good at?

“It’s—” You were speechless. “Beautiful, Jungkook. Thank you.”

He handed the painting to you, so you could further explore the details of it.

“Okay, now that we are done with painting. It’s time for hide and seek.”

You set the painting down, turning to Ha Joon. “Baby, it’s getting late. How about we play hide and seek another time, hmm? I still have to give you a bath.”

“But mommy—” he pouted, crossing his arms as he turned away from you.

“Ha Joon-ah, we can play next time I come to watch you, okay? We gotta get you off to bed soon, bud.”

He stood up, stomping his way to his room, slamming the door behind him. Your eyes widened at how upset he was. If there was more time in the day, then of course you’d play but you were sure that Jungkook wanted to get home as well.

“Joon-ah!”

Jungkook reached for your arm. “Hey—I got this.”

You were used to being the bad guy, but you were also thankful Jungkook was around to ease the tension. You watched him head to Ha Joon’s room. There were nothing but mere whispers and then an anguished cry from Ha Joon.

Immediately, you ran into the room. Jungkook stood to give the two of you some space to talk. You kneeled next to Ha Joon’s bed. His head was buried in between his forearms which were resting on his knees.

“Sweetheart, what if I take the day off tomorrow and we can play hide and seek all day?”

Ha Joon’s teary, glazed eyes looked up at you. “Really?”

You hummed and smiled. The innocence this little person carried made your heart melt. It didn’t take much for him to be happy, and you had an inkling feeling about why he had been so upset. You had been working late hours again and didn’t have time to give him. Maybe that’s why he suggested his wish list tonight.

Ha Joon finally came to an agreement with you before you set him off to brush his teeth and get ready for bed. His bath will just wait until tomorrow.

You ruffled his hair when he came running back to his room. He yelled 'good night,' to Jungkook before he turned off the light.

Jungkook was always a great sport with Ha Joon. You weren't sure how you got so lucky with such a great nanny like him. Regardless, you were glad he was in your life.

He stood when he saw you approaching, and pocketed his phone into his pink pants. "Everything okay?" You nodded. "Good," the corners of his mouth curved up. "I should get going." He walked to the entryway, slipping his shoes on.

"Jungkook?" He hummed while looking up. "Thanks for indulging in Ha Joon's little wish list."

He laughed. "I'm happy to make dreams come true for little man," he said, opening the door.

You held the door, watching him leave, but he stopped and returned. "Did you forget something?"

"Happy Valentine's Day."

"Happy Valentine's Day," you repeated.

"You look nice in red. You should wear it more often."

You grinned, shaking your head. "Goodnight Jungkook."

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The Nanny Diaries - When Rebecca goes missing, the Abbotts hire the best babysitter in town to make sure Amy's life stays as normal as possible. But the new sitter should really come with a warning label...Rhett Abbott: Do Not Touch.

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min yoongi fic rec list (Ⅴ)

hi guys it's been a minute since i posted it's been hectic i recently got a promotion so that's been taking up my time but here's another list of my favourite yoongi fics honestly reading them was so much fun and made me feel happy so i hope you enjoy them as much as i did. remember to please show lots of love and support to these incredible authors and creators and their blogs, don't forget to give them a follow , leave a heart, reblog or leave a kind message i know they will appreciate hearing from you, these fics contain smut so no minors interact feel free to send and share any fics you are currently into and would like to share with me i would love hearing from you guys

a- angst s- smut f- fluff

series

love lockdown by @personasintro f s a (enemies to lovers zombie apocalypse)

belong by @ahundredtimesover f s a (exes au basketball yoongi summer love au)

in the margins by @bonvoyagenoona f s a (enemies to friends to lovers slow burn)

look down on me like that by @here2bbtstrash s a (enemies/coworkers to lovers slow burn)

andante cantabile by @kkulfm-2 f s (regency au unrequited love slow enemies to lovers pianist yoongi)

match made in hell by @ughcore  f s a (arranged marriage doctor au rivals to lovers)

only yesterday by @borathae f s a (strangers to lovers)

dating advice by @taleasnewastime f s a (strangers to lovers)

the deal by @untaemedqueen f s a (strangers to lovers gang/cartel au)

matilda by @babystrcandy f s a (brother's best friend unrequited love)

down the hall by @jjungkookislife s a (brother's best friend)

ink nemesis by @scriptaed f a (fake dating au)

unexpected lovers by @jjkeverlast f s a (fake dating artist yoongi)

love is a dog from hell by yourlocalhoney (ao3) f s a (love triangle friends with benefits) ft.Jungkook

petals by @yoonia f (parents au)

pink bird houses by @54daysormore f a (single dad au)

everytime by @deathbyyoongx f s a (fuckboy exes au)

desolate by @angelicyoongie f s a (hybrid au)

one-shot

first-date bait by @jimlingss f (strangers to lovers)

↬first-date bait drabble @/jimlingss s (strangers to lovers)

wallflowers by @bonvoyagenoona s (strangers to lovers)

shirt by @bonvoyagenoona s a (one night stand idol au)

sugar by @zehakoo f s (ceo au strangers to lovers neighbours)

radio sweethearts by @helenazbmrskai s (brother's best friend college au slow burn)

tongue like candy by @jjungkookislife s a (brother's best friend age gap)

auburn skies by @persphonesorchid f s a (brother's best friend)

black and white by @akinnie75 f a (slow burn)

always & forever by @sugakookitty f s (established relationship wedding au)

hard liquor by @chateautae s (boss x employee age gap)

sweetener by @taegularities f s (enemies to lovers fwb au fuckboy)

soft spot by @cultleaderyoongi f (first date)

↬sweet spot by @/cultleaderyoongi f s (established relationship)

sticks & stones by @xpeachesncream f s a (friends to lovers ex friends with benefits pinning au)

fuck being friends by @strawberrynamjoon f a (friends to lovers college au)

the seventh muse by @wwilloww f s (friends to lovers)

tell me what you want by @/wwilloww f s (friends to lovers)

yoongi’s lullaby by @jiminrings f a (unrequited love friends to lovers soulmate au)

illicit favors by @yoongiofmine f s a (friends to lovers)

snow blanket by @yoonieper f s (friends to lovers)

a wager of lords & love @hisunshiine s (regency au arranged marriage)

an empty home by @7deadlysinsfics s a (arranged marriage) ft. Taehyung

the nanny diaries by @btsgotjams27 f (single mom roommate au)

the good part by @introlxv s (roommate au)

handyman by @borathae s a (rebound au roommate au)

peaches in bed by @/borathae s (domestic au husband au)

don't hold hands by @whatifyoulivelikethat s ( friends with benefits roommate au)

by the time i've figured out what it's worth by @ugh-yoongi f s a (marriage au)

swing life away by @aphrodijin f s a (marriage au)

the little things by @kth1 f s (boyfriend au)

fxck a fxckboy! by @yoongifis s (fuckboy)

cupid's curse by @ressjeon s a (first love au)

dawned in by @aquagustd f s (dilf yoongi)

bad things by @yoonia s a (escort au pining)

close call by @xjoonchildx (mafia au)

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[zablife]

Charlie's Lullaby

Tommy x Rosemary (OC, Charlie’s nanny)

Summary: After the loss of his wife, a grief-stricken Tommy is unable to care for himself or little Charlie. One night he finds Charlie's nanny comforting the child in the nursery and her advice leads to a solution for both father and son, bringing them closer than ever before.

Author’s Note: This was requested by @the-fangirl-diaries who wanted to read a fluffy fic about Tommy watching Charlie’s nanny comfort his child. There's a bit more angst in the beginning as Tommy navigates being a single parent, but it ends with fluff.

Warnings: nightmares, mention of blood

The stillness of the house wasn’t bothersome to Rosemary. The last two years spent caring for her father had prepared her for an assignment such as this. The melancholy of a large house, devoid of laughter or cheer was too familiar. She’d learned to find her own sunshine even in the last hours of his life. 

Therefore she made it her mission to bring joy to little Charlie Shelby, not yet two years old, whenever she could. The problem was his frequent nightmares. Despite having every toy and comfort imaginable, the child lacked the most basic comfort every young boy desperately needed. His mother had been killed months earlier in a tragic accident, the details of which were still unknown to his nanny. However, the chatter amongst the servants was enough to keep her from asking any further questions.

She’d grown fond of the late Mrs. Shelby, a fellow countryman, who treated her well and seemed to care deeply for her only child. She seemed far too young and beautiful to die. Little Charlie didn’t understand either, crying night and day for his mother. It took several weeks before Rosemary was able to lay him in his crib for the night without him waking every hour.

In truth, Mr. Shelby didn’t seem to fair much better than his young son. He rarely slept, pacing the halls with a glass of whisky in hand, staring at his wife’s portrait from the top stair. He never cried, but Rosemary often observed a pained expression on his handsome face that told her everything she needed to know about the horrible grief he was experiencing. She knew the look well because it was the same one her father had worn many years ago as he mourned her mother. 

Although she wanted to say or do something for him, she knew it was not her place to intrude. When she was hired Frances had warned her that Mr. Shelby could be volatile and she heeded this warning even more considering the present circumstances. 

Tonight as Rosemary placed her book upon the nightstand and turned out the light, she hoped it would be a peaceful evening without the cries of a child or the footsteps of a sleepless master. She tried not to think of her own exhausted limbs as she sunk into the soft mattress, hoping for a few hours of rest. 

It was not to be. Just as her eyelids grew heavy and a light dream played upon her mind, Charlie began to wail. Rosemary sat bolt upright at the noise, ready to attend to him. Throwing on her robe and slippers, she bustled down the hallway to the nursery and found her charge standing in his crib. He rubbed his tired eyes with chubby fists, tears streaming down his cheeks. 

“Shhh, Charlie. It’s alright, love. I’m here,” she assured him. As she drew closer, he raised his arms to his nanny in hopes of being rescued and she scooped him up, hugging him to her body tightly as she swayed and rocked him in her arms. “Did you have bad dreams again, little one?” she asked softly, caressing his hair. He hid his face in her neck, confirming her suspicions and she took him to sit in the large rocking chair in the corner.

“Want Mama…mama,” he mumbled his plea into her skin as hot tears trickled onto her night dress.

Rosemary held her breath as the words hit her ear, knowing she would have to explain it once more, the reality of the situation breaking her heart in two. “Your mam can’t be with you, Charlie. She’s in heaven with the angels,” she sighed. He sobbed until she stroked his back and asked, “Would you like a lullaby?”

His chest hiccuped against hers as he quieted, nodding slowly in affirmation. Then Rosemary raised her voice slowly as Charlie brought his thumb to his mouth for comfort.  

“Over in Killarney, many years ago My mother sang a song to me in tones so sweet and low Just a simple little ditty in her good old Irish way"

The tune of the familiar lullaby half hummed, half sung soothed the child instantly. It might have been the vibration rumbling pleasantly over his cheek or the dulcet quality of her voice, but all the tension left Charlie’s tiny body. Rosemary closed her eyes as she allowed her mind to wander, not needing to concentrate on the lullaby she’d known since childhood and sung countless times before. 

She found her thoughts straying to the well being of her employer. Remembering the dark circles under his eyes and she hoped she’d settled the child before he disturbed his father.

Stopping to take a breath, she listened for his footsteps in the hall and smiled to herself when she noted an absence of creaking floorboards.

Charlie began to squirm in her arms once more, signaling he had not yet succumbed to peaceful slumber. His tears continued along with a mournful wail as she resumed the chorus.

“Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don't you cry! Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, that's an Irish lullaby”

It took a bit longer for Charlie to quiet this time, his sharp cries echoing down the corridor. 

Tommy tossed fitfully in his sleep, the shouts of his brothers’ angry voices broken by the piercing scream of a woman who had caught sight of Grace’s bloody evening gown. It quickly turned to a baby’s cry and Tommy moved his head from left to right, looking for his son in the fray.

Half awake, half asleep he willed himself from his bed to find his son in an attempt to protect him from the attack. “Charlie, Charlie…” he mumbled, stumbling along the hallway, barely holding himself up by the railing along the stairs. Had he taken two steps to the left, he would have fallen down a long flight of stairs to certain doom, but Tommy continued on toward his child.

As he walked through the drafty old manor, Tommy woke and shook his head to rid himself of the dreams that so often plagued him. He was learning to spot them now, the idiosyncrasies more easily detected nowadays. However, he couldn’t always rely on his gut alone. He craved the certainty of seeing his child and feeling the weight of him in his arms to know that all was well.

Rosemary continued singing, unaware of Mr. Shelby’s presence as he approached the nursery.

“Oft in dreams I wander to that cot again. I feel her arms a-hugging me As when she held me then”

Looking up to find her employer standing in the doorway, she gasped involuntarily, but Tommy only placed a finger to his lips to silence her. He had taken note of his son’s docile posture and wanted nothing more than to observe him in repose. Taking a moment to compose herself, Rosemary began to hum once more.

“And I hear her voice a-hummin' to me as in the days of yore, when she used to rock me fast asleep outside the cabin door.”

Noticing how Charlie’s arms fell loose around her shoulders, Rosemary stopped the lullaby, watching Mr. Shelby carefully. 

“Likes that one does he?” Tommy asked, voice rough and full of sleep.

“He does,” she answered quietly, stroking the child’s back absently.

“I like it too. I think I recall my wife singing it,” Tommy said, raking a hand through his hair, brows furrowed in deep thought.

“She said it was his favorite and I was to sing it to him when he was frightened,” Rosemary offered, casting her eyes to the ground.

“Mmmm,” Tommy agreed, the pain resounding through his chest. “I should have learnt it,” he confessed on a low breath. “He never asks for me, you know. Only his mum,” he admitted in a voice filled with hurt and shame at the thought of being a stranger to his own child.

Rosemary held her breath, unsure of how to answer as she watched the powerful man before her slump down against the wall, cradling his head in his hands. 

“I could teach it to you if you like,” she replied, biting her lip in anticipation. 

“Please,” was all he whispered, and she realized he was just as lost as the child she held in her arms.

Singing the tune once more, she noticed his head sway slightly as she sang. When she finished the last verse, she swore she saw a tear fall down his cheek in the dim light. Although, there was a note of joy in it as well, his lips curled in a half smile, eyes fixed on the photograph kept on Charlie’s dresser and Rosemary knew that some good had been done that night to bring father and son closer together. 

—————————————-

Rosemary woke with a start, hearing an unfamiliar voice coming from the nursery. Leaping from the bed, she laced her robe and padded down the hallway with her heart in her throat. She wondered what noise could be coming from Charlie’s room at this hour.

As she rounded the corner and peered into the room, she stopped suddenly as she realized her services were not needed. Mr. Shelby stood at the edge of Charlie’s crib, bouncing the child in his arms as he hushed his cries with a tenderness she didn’t know he possessed.

Rosemary watched intently as Mr. Shelby crossed to the window whispering, “Good boy, good boy.” As Charlie’s cries lessened, her employer stood in quiet contemplation, looking out toward the gardens. A bright crescent moon shone down upon him, illuminating the silvery blue of Tommy’s eyes and the deep hollows of his cheeks from lack of appetite. 

Reaching a chubby hand toward his father’s face in a bid for attention, Charlie caught his father’s gaze with a sob and a single plea, “Mama!” Tommy’s posture became rigid and his chin tilted toward the ceiling, searching the intricate molding for an answer to his troubles.

As Charlie whimpered, he looked down at his son, feeling the urge to confess the very thing he’d been unable to say since Grace died. On a shaky breath he admitted quietly,  “Mama’s not coming back so it’s just you and me.” Clearing his throat to dislodge the lump that had formed, he added reassuringly, as much for Charlie’s benefit as his own, “She’ll be with us in our hearts, cause we love her.” 

Charlie cocked his head to observe his father as though he understood every word completely. Laying his head against his father’s chest for warmth, he stayed perfectly still and quiet as his father continued, “I’m not much good, Charlie. You’ll find that out soon enough, but I’ll do my best for you, my boy.” 

With his back to her it was difficult to hear at first, just a low hum rising from the depths of his chest like a distant rumble of thunder. As Rosemary strained to hear, she realized Mr. Shelby was singing to his boy and her heart swelled at the recognition of the lullaby she taught him days before. 

It took a moment for the shock to dissipate as she had never actually heard him sing the lyrics. He’d only spoken them back to her as he learned them, leaving her to wonder what his voice might sound like when raised in song.  Closing her eyes, Rosemary listened to the richness of his baritone as it began to fill the room, his confidence growing with each verse. 

He took his time and sang the chorus a bit slower as it was clear he was relishing his new ability to soothe his son properly. And despite the slight rasp at the end of the notes due to his smoking, Rosemary couldn’t help but be impressed.

Opening her eyes once more, she drank in the sight of father and son as they clung to one another. Leaving them to their grief, she retired to her room for the evening in case she was called upon later.

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Three months later…

Rosemary was helping Charlie finish the last of his breakfast when Mr. Shelby strode into the dining room looking more well rested than he had in months. Charlie was still waking at night, but not as much as he had before and Tommy found that singing helped them both relax. The fact that they were also using the time to bond was a revelation as Tommy never imagined he’d be close with his son after Grace's death.

He leaned over to place a tender kiss to the top of Charlie’s head before turning to Rosemary for an account of the two days he’d been gone on business. He was anxious to hear everything and Rosemary spared no detail.

As Tommy chain smoked, she dutifully gave her report of her charge's playtime and sleep schedule. Then a smile spread across her face as she informed her boss of the most important piece of news, “This morning when he woke, Charlie called out for you. Not me or his mam. Only you.”

Tommy’s eyes immediately darted up from his lighter, a forgotten cigarette hanging from his mouth as he sat dumbstruck. His lips began to curl in a slow smile that eventually reached his eyes, creasing the corners in genuine happiness. He plucked the cigarette from his mouth and studied it as he chuckled, “Well, how about that.”

Frances arrived to clear the table, looking from Tommy to Rosemary, wondering what had everyone in such high spirits. Although she didn’t wish to disturb the atmosphere because it was so rarely a joyful one.

Before she could ask, Tommy spoke up with a note of pride in his voice as he boasted, “He asked for me today, Frances. For the first time.”

“That’s wonderful, sir,” Frances beamed, before returning to the kitchen.

Lifting Charlie from his chair, Rosemary barely noticed Mr. Shelby rise to come and stand by her side. Touching her forearm, he said, “I wanted to say thank you.”

“For what?” she asked, slightly confused.

“Showing me how to be a better father,” he admitted, sincerity evident in his tone.

“I just taught you some words,” she said shyly.

“I’ll require a few more lessons though,” Tommy smirked. “I need more than one tune in my repertoire, eh?” he laughed and Rosemary joined him with Charlie clapping his hands in delight between them.

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[buckrecs]

hey I’m looking for some good nanny!reader x Bucky fics, what are the best ones out there?

Nanny!Reader

masterlist | req masterlist

Here are some Bucky x Nanny!Reader fics!

ONESHOT

Close To You by @mushyjellybeans

You babysit Bucky’s daughter and over the years you fall in love with Bucky.

adorable little baby by @idy-ll-ique

y/n is the 24/7 nanny for bucky barnes' 18 month old daughter, winnie. but when bucky finds out she is going on a date with someone she met at the park, he confesses his feelings for her to her in the only way he knows how and knows is right. y/n, of course, loves it since she likes him as well, only agreeing to the date because she thinks she has no chance with bucky. oh well.

got daddy good by @falcqns

single dad!bucky x nanny!reader

freak in the sheets by @buckycuddlebuddy

hearing the man you’ve been fantasizing about had similar feelings for you had to be a dream. a best kind of dream. you never wanted to wake up.

Of Snowstorms and Men by @avengerofyourheart

Hot single dad hires a broke babysitter who happens to need a date to their ex’s wedding and the two get stuck in a snow storm on the drive up there and have to cuddle in the small, tight backseat to keep warm

meddle about by @sinner-as-saint

He keeps having to remind himself that he shouldn’t be having such thoughts about you.

SERIES

The Nanny by @sgtbxckybxrnes

When Bucky Barnes hired a Nanny, he thought he was going to hire someone to take care of the kid. But when she starts, he knows that she is more than just a Nanny

The Nanny Diaries by @vanillanaps

Family always comes first above all else, and when Bucky Barnes finds himself needing a little extra help to take care of his 9 year-old daughter, Sophia, he hires you. However, the mafioso didn't expect the obsession that would come with you being around, nor did you know what you were getting yourself into.

Ask for a Rec <3

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[obriengf]

Dylan O'Brien characters edition - 🔥

i have a lot of wips and ideas, okay

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[sailorstarr-chan4]

Muchness and Impossible Things

Posted on: AO3 Word Count: 2,031 Fandom: Alice in Wonderland (Tim Burton) Pairing: Alice x Hatter

Dedicated to my best friend @risingfire17-in-wonderland-blog who can't see it on Tumblr (but I also sent it to her personally, so it's fine lol). This is the start of a LONG project ahead of me that I am doing called "12 ship fics for 12 years of friendship." Basically it's both a tribute/gift for my bestie, as well as an attempt to break my writer's block lol ^^"

Enjoy! ❤

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Ever since her father died, Alice made it a personal habit to think up Six Impossible Things before breakfast. The Impossible Things varied from obvious facts to bizarre imaginings. She wrote them down in her diary, hundreds of them, the more nonsensical the better.  

Sometimes her Impossible Things were only Impossible by the standards of her society. Things she found to be utter nonsense that were “Impossible.”  

“I will have a seat in Parliament.”  

“I will get a job that isn’t a secretary, teacher, nanny, or heiress.”  

“I don’t have to get married and won’t be judged for it.”  

But mostly, her Impossible Things were of the Absurd kind. The Otherworldly, Against All the Laws of the Natural World.  

“I can bounce fifty feet in the air and become airborne for miles.”  

“I can eat a cake and shrink down to the size of a thimble.”  

“I can talk to flowers and caterpillars and rabbits wearing waistcoats.”  

Alice’s Impossible Things often coincided with her childish nightmares. She wrote them down at first under her father’s gentle behest, but then it became her routine. Her Six Impossible Things were abnormal to the world and wonderfully wholly “normal” to her. It was the “real” world that was strange. Not her. Nor her Impossible Things.  

The first day she went without writing down her Six Impossible Things was the day she went to Hamish’s Garden Party with her mother.  

The day she returned, unwittingly, to Underland.  

Before she killed the Jabberwocky, she spoke aloud her Impossible Things for the first time because the world she was in was finally Impossible. Instead of confining them to the page, to her mind, to keep her safe from the strange, normal real world, she spoke the words into existence.  

And then, the Jabberwocky’s head rolled onto the giant chess board from her hand and sword.  

She, Alice Kingsleigh, did Six Impossible Things in Underland because in Underland, Impossible Things happened every day.  

And returning to the “real” world to sort things out would be brief. Just enough time to tie up some loose threads, say her goodbyes (her mother and sister never knew where she’d be going, only that it was “very far” and “impossible to reach by boat or train.”) Her resolve was firm and though they protested and begged her to stay, she disappeared in the morning.  

The only thing she brought with her was her diary of Impossible Things.  

Over the years since her father’s death, Alice allowed herself to repeat Impossible Things if her mind was feeling clouded or if she needed silent encouragement from her father’s spirit. But they always had to be Impossible.  

Just like her Impossible Thing she wrote in her new diary after living one year in Underland:  

“I will kiss the Mad Hatter.”  

She stopped writing, the color-changing ink dripping onto the page, a red as blood splat next to her blue words.  

None of her Impossible Things had ever, well, startled her before.  

Never frightened her.  

They emboldened her. They defined her. They were the reason she had killed the Jabberwocky and ended the Red Queen’s tyranny. They were the reason why she had been able to turn down Hamish’s proposal and set boundaries against her family and society and return to the only world that accepted her and her Impossible Things. 

So, why, then? 

Why did she think of that Impossible Thing?  

Alice was very fond of Hatter. She understood his moods and haunts better than anyone, despite not knowing him for as long as Chessur or Mally had. And ... she couldn’t deny that she felt things that she never felt before when spending time with him. Sometimes, mid-conversation, his eyes would gaze at her with such a burning intensity it made her legs turn to jelly. Usually, the spell would be broken by him suddenly getting distracted by one of his hat projects or the prospect of teatime.  

Of all the things Alice Kingsleigh imagined, falling in love never crossed her mind as an Impossible Thing. 

Which was very curious, when she considered it now. After all, Alice never swooned over boys or the possibility of courtship and marriage the way other ladies did. She never even found the “handsomest” of men particularly pleasing to the eye. She often found their clothes to be more interesting than their faces, or rather, their hats. Men’s clothes were as boring as women’s clothes were bothersome, but at least she could imagine whatever Impossible Things they could be wearing instead. Like a smiling cat perched on their top hats.  

Hatter was not “handsome.” If Alice even knew what that meant. He certainly would not fit what her society would consider “handsome.” Perhaps that was why she found him to be the only interesting man she had ever known.  

She remembered, with an unpleasant shudder, Stayne, the exiled Knave of Hearts. He was, she supposed, “handsome,” in a rugged sort of way, but not at all pleasing to Alice’s eye. His gaze had also been intense, but so unlike Hatter’s. Stayne’s one good eye was leering, frightening, hungry, and foul. Alice thought she would vanish under his stare and become a shell of herself. Their encounter had been short, but it still haunted Alice’s mind whenever she was left alone with her thoughts.  

Whereas Hatter’s eyes filled her with warmth and curiosity. They were the eyes of zeal and joy, unrestrained emotion that would most definitely not have been allowed in a man’s eyes in Victorian England.  

Alice raised her writing hand and wrote six words to complete her Six Impossible Things for the day:  

“I am in love with Hatter.”  

Yes. Yes, that must be it. Only.... it didn’t quite match what she always thought love was supposed to be. 

Margaret once tried to explain to Alice what “love” felt like.  

“Goodness, Alice, you’re sixteen years old already and never even felt a hint of girlhood love?! Well, dear me, how do I explain it.... It feels... like a fire in the hearth. Warm, enveloping, swells and burns if it’s fed, but flickers and dies if left alone.”  

Alice always found it curious to compare an emotion like love to an element that hurts when touched. Fire was useful, in a pragmatic sense: it cooked food, it kept homes warm, it ran machines, and cast light unto the darkness of night. But it also was easy to lose control. It harmed and even killed, sometimes. It was frightening, the idea of burning up with Love.  

Alice thought about Hatter. He was mad, absolutely around the bend, bonkers. He firmly believed that Time stopped at teatime. He often babbled nonsensical words that even made Thackery’s eyes twitch in confusion. But he was also surprisingly grounded. His artistry as a hatter was unmatched, the way he could churn out hundreds of beautifully decorated hats in what felt like mere seconds. His gentleness towards his friends was on par with his ferocity towards his enemies.  

Perhaps.... love could also be of the earth.  

Steady, quiet, slow, constant. So subtle you don’t even register it’s there until you scoop up a handful and feel the soil between your---  

“Is everything alright, Alice?”  

Alice shrieked uncharacteristically, jumping and upsetting her ink bottle. The feather pen she had been mindlessly caressing fell onto the floor and crunched under her heel. Cursing quietly, she snatched a nearby tea towel and mopped up the mess on her desk, determinedly casting her eyes down and firmly away from the man who was standing inside her living room.  

“Hatter! You—you gave me such a fright! Please, do knock next time you pay me a visit! My heart won’t stop pounding!” Drat! Why did she have to add that sentence? Alice winced at herself, gripping the ink-soaked tea towel in her fist onto her chair’s back. It was the only thing keeping her upright at this point.  

“Oh, my stars, my Alice, don’t tell me you hurt yourself?” Hatter’s voice was nervous and fluttering, resembling a butterfly’s wings the way it always did when he was flustered. Alice heard his footsteps cross the room as he closed the distance between them, making her heart thunder in her ears. She stared stubbornly at the carpet, but soon Hatter’s boots came into view. Oh no. He was wearing the forest green pair that he always wore with his purple and orange coattail and trousers and polka-dot tie. It was an incredibly garish outfit, one that would receive nonstop mockery in her world.  

And Alice absolutely adored it.  

He, of course, was oblivious to her turmoil.  

“By the White Queen’s glove, you look as red as that nasty Red Queen! Come, a spot of tea will do you wonders! I have just the thing: a rose white tea with a hint of wishful thinking. It soothes the burning red and leaves you at peace with nothing but lovely tea and wishful thinkings in your cranium. It’s precisely the sort of tea that our dearly departed Bluddy Behg Hid should have kept in her atrocious castle. I never did like staying there, you know. So much red and not near enough blues and greens and saffron. I like red well enough on its own, but too much of it is like too much upelkuchen. Eventually you outgrow liking it.”  

Despite herself, Alice couldn’t help but smile slightly. Hatter kept fluttering about as he spoke, straightening up things that didn’t need to be straightened and “crookening” things that were upright.  

Alice raised her head and looked straight at the man who captured her heart. His hair was orange, like Hamish, only wilder and far more interesting in its brightness and electric-like state. His clothes were absurd and hideous and beautiful and outlandish and nonsensically colorful. His hat was faded with Time (and was a surprisingly comfortable ride, Alice recalled, during the time she was extremely small), and looked to not quite fit his head, or rather to not tame his brushful of hair.  

He wore paint on his face that resembled the clowns in a circus Alice visited once as a child. Only he did not perpetrate a fake smile, but rather extenuated his features for all his emotions. It just so happened that Hatter exuded delight and zeal in nearly all his movements and words. He was so different from the quiet, reserved, strange Alice Kingsleigh.  

And she loved him for it.  

But Alice wasn’t wholly quiet and reserved, was she? Any more than Hatter was solely happy and carefree. Alice had something deeper inside, something that she had almost lost living in repressive England before Hatter confronted her with a sentence that resonated in her soul.  

“You’ve lost your Muchness.”  

“Lost my Muchness, have I?” Alice murmured now, just as she had before she crossed the moat of severed heads. Steeling herself, Alice crossed the room to Hatter, who was completely lost in a new tangent on the importance of separating ravens from writing desks as he dusted a bookshelf with a dead bouquet of flowers that Alice forgot to toss out.  

“Hatter.”  

“..... on contrariwise, as the Twins would say, it is most certainly not a good idea to write on a raven’s back for they have no room to put down your tea cup! And that is most inconvenient---”  

“Hatter!”  

Alice seized the opportunity faster than she could think. When Hatter turned around, she grabbed his cheeks with both hands and tilted his head down till they locked eyes. He blinked and gazed down at Alice expectantly. He was neither annoyed nor shocked at her sudden actions. He simply waited. Alice took a deep breath.  

“You know I always think of Six Impossible Things before breakfast?”  

“Aye, that you do, lass.” Hatter’s thick Scottish accent took over. It only appeared when he was deeply serious.  

Alice licked her lips nervously. “And that in Underland, Six Impossible Things are nearly always Possible, correct?”  

“By the grace of our good White Queen and Oraculum, yes, that be the case, my Alice.”  

“Well, then...” Alice stood on tiptoe, her nose touching Hatter’s. “Today, I will kiss the Mad Hatter.”  

And so, she did.  

#Starling writings #Disney #Alice in Wonderland #Tim Burton #Alice x Hatter #Alice x Tarrant #StarlingChild4 #OP

[maybege]

Birthday Parties - FBI 10

Summary: It is your birthday and it does not go as expected. (Part 10 of FBI)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Wordcount: 3.2k | Rating: T

Warnings: we all hate Josh and we will swoon over Hotch

So, uh, welcome back, I guess. I hope you are all doing well! I am slowly working on fics besides my thesis and it was a lot of fun to get back to Hotch. I hope you are still somewhat interested because I promise, things are now going to be heating up a little 👀 As always, please let me know what you thought in a reblog or a comment, to hear from you truly means the world to me!

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“You are distracted today, why?”

You looked up from your screen to find Hotch standing beside your desk, mustering you quietly. Great. That was the last thing you needed.

These last two weeks had been pure hell. Very stressful hell. First, there was stress at work, which was something you were used to by now. But then there was stress at home and that was a factor you hadn’t been prepared for and something you, therefore, could not handle. At all.

Josh had decided to fill every little slice of free time you had at home with inviting people over – from the quiet but okay John to the absolutely unbearable Amber – and there wasn’t one minute you had to yourself. Even with limiting your time in the shared rooms and just quickly whipping something up for dinner before hiding in your room to the tunes of The Nanny title sequence, you could still hear Amber’s annoying chatter more than you’d like.

Add to that your mother who had decided that you, in fact, did not know what you were doing and the best thing would be to insinuate that you should come home at every phone call, safe to say your life was pretty miserable right now.

At this point, all you wanted was some peace and quiet as you attempted to watch Bridget Jones’s Diary for the umpteenth time.

And today was the worst day.

“I am not distr-“

Hotch threw you what Reid had previously called The Boss Look – absolutely unconvinced and with his eyebrow cocked up as he still held the file in his hand – and you faltered. Remembering the look he threw you when you had brought yet another load of banana bread to the office kitchen to him, you decided that it wasn’t worth lying to him. He could read you like a book anyway.

“It’s, uh, it’s my birthday,” you admitted shyly, not knowing if he was really interested in your personal life woes. Probably not. But he had asked for it and you knew Agent Hotchner would only ever be satisfied with the truth.

“A-and my roommate, well my best friend, he organized this dinner for me and –“

Hotch cocked his eyebrow even more and you grew quiet. “Sorry. I, uh, I will make an effort to have those reports finished, Sir. I promise.”

Hotch nodded, though he didn’t look very happy, and the moment he walked away, you internally cursed yourself. Clearly, this had been oversharing on your part. Why couldn’t you just keep your mouth shut for once?

“What was that about?” Derek asked you, setting down the coffee he had just gotten on his desk. You knew he meant well, Derek Morgan always did, but you had just learned your lesson and just shook your head with a smile. “Nothing really,” you murmured, “I just need to focus on these reports if I want to leave early today.”

It took you another two hours and a copious amount of tea to get the texts to a level that was at least somehow acceptable. With a look at the time, you knew it was now or never.

Hotch’s door was slightly ajar and you peeked your head inside. “I got the reports finished.”

He nodded, not looking up from whatever he was writing. “Great, put them here with the others, please.”

Your heels made a dull sound on the carpet in his office, echoing your heartbeat. It had been weeks since your case in Fargo and weeks since he had shown you the kind of affection that let you hope he might like you in any way, shape or form. Sometimes you wondered if he was avoiding you but then you remembered that you were the one who ran around like a headless chicken in an attempt to keep control of your unravelling life.

The papers added another inch to a pile of files that were already too high for your liking.

“And what?”

Your head shot up, meeting his eyes. He was sitting at his desk, his hands still posed over the reports, looking at you as if it was clear what he had been asking. “What?”

“You didn’t finish your point earlier,” he made a loose gesture with his hand and you tilted your head.

Did he really want to know about your personal life? You eyed him for a moment, expecting him to burst out laughing and tell you it was all a joke. The moment never came.

“Josh, uhm, I think he wanted to do me a favour so that people are there as I … haven’t really found a new friend group since moving here but,” you sighed, for the first time showing your disappointment openly, “It’s just his friends from work and he knows I don’t even like them. So, it’s just,” you let out another deep breath, avoiding his eyes, “I am not looking forward to it.”

He made a non-committal sound at the back of his throat, leaning back in his chair. “Why not tell him you would prefer not to have them invited?”

“Because that’s still a better option than spending the evening of my birthday completely alone,” you admitted, knowing it would make no sense to lie to the man in front of you. He could read you like an open book anyway and this way, at least, you’d have control over how much you humiliated yourself in front of him.

“If you would excuse me,” you murmured, not giving him the chance to reply, “I have a birthday dinner to attend to.”

*

Hours later, you were wishing yourself back to the office and working on all the reports Derek didn’t want to do. At least you wouldn’t have to endure this.

“So, uh, what do you do?”

“I work for the environmental law department,” John explained to the group of guests Josh had invited, and you felt excitement bubbling up in your chest, “A few months now, it’s really exciting.”

“Oh wow,” you exclaimed, genuinely impressed, “So what kind of cases does that entail? That’s so interesting!”

“It is,” he smiled, “Currently, I am working on a case involving the –“

“Ugh, this wine really isn’t very good,” Amber jeered next to you, looking down at the glass in her hands. John paused, clearly surprised by the sudden interruption as was the rest of the group.

“Amber, it’s your second glass of that wine,” you replied, unsure of what was happening.

She shrugged, “Can you get me another one? Do you have any red wine?”

You hated red wine.

John looked at you with sympathy and you threw a look at Josh who just stared at the bottom of his glass as if that would somehow give him the answer to a question he had posed. No one made a move.

You sighed, pushing your shoulders back and throwing her an extra wide smile, “Sure, let me take a look in the kitchen.”

Amber only nodded at you.

You made your way to the kitchen, hating how you were barefoot when all the guests had decided to leave their shoes on. The entire evening was a disaster, you felt. No one had even known it was your birthday and you had the sneaking suspicion that Josh had just told that story to you so he could have a party without feeling bad about not spending time with you.

So here you were, trapped with his friends and him in your apartment with no excuse to just retreat back to your room and watch a sad movie so you could cry your heart out.

How could you feel so lonely in a room full of people?

You threw open the door to the fridge, looking at the different bottles Josh had stocked there only to find out that he had taken your ice cream from the freezer to make space for ice cubes.

Tears stung in your eyes, frustration building up as you grabbed a bottle of white wine from the fridge. That was your emergency ice cream for a bad day.

“Hey, hon,” Josh chirped as he entered the kitchen, going to the freezer and getting out the ice cubes as if nothing was amiss.

“Why did you pull out my ice cream?” you asked, hating how small your voice became now that you were confronting him.

“I needed space for the ice.”

“You could have taken out your ice cream,” you crossed your arms in front of your chest, “And why is Amber acting like this is her apartment?”

He frowned, “She’s not. She’s just comfortable around us, that’s a good thing.”

“Josh, for once, could you just – “

The doorbell rang.

You took a deep breath, pressing your hand against your chest as you tried to just calm down. This did not have to be miserable. This could be nice. You just had to go out there and smile and pretend everything was all right when you really really did not feel like it.

“I’m sorry, okay?” Josh said, his voice sincere, “Here, I will get the wine to Amber and you get the door, does that sound good?”

“Yeah,” you muttered under your breath when he had already left for the living room, “I don’t even know how many people you invited to this fucking thing.”

You did not feel any better as you stood in front of the door, opening it with a greeting on your tongue that dried out the second you saw who was standing in front of you.

“Hello!” Derek slipped through the open door as you gawked at them. At all of them.

They were all here.

There was Derek, dressed casually as always, sending you a blinding smile as he held up a six-pack of beer. Next, Garcia in her ever colourful dress carried a big wrapped present with a mismatched bow on top.

“Happy birthday!” JJ exclaimed, pulling you into a one-armed hug as she raised the bottle of prosecco in her other hand, “I got you the good one!”

“Uh, thanks,” you stuttered, watching her follow Morgan and Garcia to where the food was.

One by one they filed past you grinning at you, and – in Reid’s case – waving at you excitedly as he eyed the pictures in the hallway.

“I hope we aren’t too late,” Hotch’s voice ripped you out of your thoughts and you turned back to the door, seeing that he was the only one left standing there, a satisfied smirk on his face.

“No, I –“ you swallowed back the tears, “You – you told them?”

He didn’t answer but that was already answer enough. Something warm bloomed in your chest at the thought that he had done that for you.

“Uh, Rossi mentioned that flowers might be nice,” he held up a bouquet. It was so enormous you were surprised you had not noticed it until now.

“Thank you, Hotch,” you brought out, taking it from him and letting him step inside. His fingers brushed over yours and a shiver went through you. Suddenly, even the wide hallway seemed too small for the both of you.

“You look nice,” he commented suddenly, a friendly smile on his face that made your heart skip a beat.

“Thank you,” you whispered, looking down at the dark red slip dress you had donned for the occasion. It reached just a little past your knees, the skirt flaring every time you made a spin (which had also been the reason you had bought it in the first place – you loved a good twirl).

It was the first time that evening someone had paid you a compliment.

“You didn’t have to, you know,” you tried to say, “But I really appreciate it.”

“I wanted to,” he replied, still standing in front of you.

Then he turned around, making his way to the others and you found yourself reaching for his arm, stopping him dead in his tracks.

“Thank you Hotch,” you murmured, avoiding his eyes to not let him see just how close you were to crying, “It – You have no idea how much this means to me.”

His big hand clasped over yours, squeezing softly. “Anytime.”

In the living room, the arrival of your colleagues had not gone unnoticed.

“Um, Josh, everyone, these are my colleagues from work,” you said with a proud smile, gesturing to the group of newly arrived guests. Garcia smiled excitedly at everyone. “And uh, this is Josh,” you said, pointing to him, “My roommate.”

“And best friend,” he added, smiling politely at all of them, “Pleasure to meet you.”

From then, the conversation continued as usual. Everyone split off into smaller groups and you were happy that you did not have to talk to Amber anymore. You even got to finally taste some of the appetizers in peace, already eyeing the cake you had gotten from the bakery around the corner.

You were joking with Emily and Garcia bout the next girl’s night when you heard a comment from right behind you.

“To be honest, I am surprised you would even show up. It’s not like she’s a star agent or anything.”

Josh.

You frowned, seeing a similar expression on Garcia’s and Emily’s faces before you slowly turned around. He was right behind you, his back to you which explained why he had felt like he was safe to make such a statement.

Did he believe what he had said?

He was standing in a circle with Amber and John as well as another couple of his friends, but most importantly, you found Hotch and Derek staring right back at you. Josh had said that to them. To your colleagues and, most importantly, your boss.

Heat crept up your neck, flooding your cheeks and ears as you found shame spreading all around you. You felt paralyzed by his words. By your best friend saying something so … demeaning about you.

Yours and Hotch’s eyes locked and he must have seen something in them because he took the largest gulp of scotch you had ever seen him drink.

“On the contrary, she is a very capable agent,” he stated dryly, “Her presence in the team and her additions on the field are irreplaceable just like everyone on this team is. If she is not a star agent then none of us are.”

“That’s true!” Reid piped up, “Uh, for example when it came to the Headless Killer, she was –“

“Who’s the Headless Killer?” John asked innocently and you winced when Reid went off into a long-winded, untypically graphic and completely fabricated story about some serial killer off in North Dakota. You could spot the amused glint in his eyes and even Hotch looked like he was hiding a smirk as Josh’s guests shifted uncomfortably.

“That much for party conversation, huh?” Derek joked, taking a long sip of his beer. But even as the tension dissolved, most of Josh’s guests going back to their previous conversations, your eyes were still on Hotch.

He was looking at the floor, hand around the whiskey glass in his hand as JJ told him something and he nodded, looking serious as ever. Heat rose into your cheeks. Why did it feel like he had defended you just then? Had he defended you?

Josh passed you, clearly on his way to the kitchen and you excused yourself from Emily and Garcia before following him. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you gathered the courage to confront him. Humiliation was still burning in your stomach and it didn’t help that he – the one person who you thought was your best friend – was the source of it.  

“Josh, that wasn’t an okay comment to make,” you opened, remaining standing in the doorway as he stood in front of the kitchen aisle, not even really acknowledging it.

“It was just a joke, hon,” he shrugged off, opening a cabinet, “Do you know where we put that spare bottle opener?”

“It was not a funny one, then. And I would appreciate it if you stopped making jokes about my work. Or about me.”

“Look at that Miss Innocent finally found her claws,“ he groaned, “Seriously, did we get it out already? I could’ve sworn, I put it here.”

“It’s right here,” you said, opening the drawer closest to you, and bit your lip. You wanted to say more, wanted to get him to apologize, to see how wrong he was. How he had hurt you. But, as it often was, the words wouldn’t leave your mouth and so you just watched him smile at you, shaking the bottle opener in his hands before leaving you alone in the kitchen.

You took a deep breath, staring into your glass, and trying to gather the courage to go back and face everyone.

“You alright, kid?” you turned to find Morgan leaning against the door, obviously having noticed your confrontation – if it could even be called that – with Josh. You sighed, bringing your wine glass back to your lips.

“He means well,” you tried to explain, although the more you had to think and say it this evening, the more you doubted it.

“My experience is that the people we need to clarify that about usually don’t care if they mean well or not,” Morgan said, tilting his head as he looked at you inquisitively.

You were certainly not in the mood to discuss your deteriorating friendship with Josh. You heard shuffling in the hallway and frowned, peaking your head out of the kitchen to catch your colleagues regrouping in the tiny space in front of the door.

“Penelope, what are you doing?” you asked the woman who shouldered her bag.

“We are going out.”

You felt something inside you shatter. Probably your heart.

But who could blame them, honestly? It was a horrible dinner or party, whatever it would end up being.

“Oh of course,” you nodded, swallowing back the anxiety.

Hotch met your eyes over her shoulders and you could see his throat bob as he swallowed. He didn’t say anything but you imagined seeing a little bit of doubt in his eyes.

Apparently, one did not need to be a profiler to notice the sadness on your face because the blonde technician rolled her eyes good-naturedly and grabbed you by the arm. “And obviously you are coming with us, silly!”

“Me?” you stuttered, “B-But the party –“

“Yes,” Emily appeared by your side, “You need to celebrate, not mope around with these strangers.”

You were not going to lie, celebrating sounded kind of nice.

“Okay,” you murmured, seeing Reid and Morgan grin at your agreement, “Let’s go celebrate.”

You turned to the living room where Josh was in an avid discussion with Amber. “Josh, I will go out with my friends,” you said, your heart skipping a beat at calling these people your friends. But they were right and at the moment even more your friends than he was. “I hope you don’t mind, I know you put a lot of planning into –“

“Sure thing,” he called, waving you off, “Have fun!”

And at that moment, you decided, you would have a lot of fun. Even if it was just out of spite.

#maybege writes #aaron hotchner x fem!reader #aaron hotchner x reader

[wangxianficfinder]

Single Parent Lan Wangji

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🧡paint smears on sunny days by SnowshadowAO3 (E, 53k, WangXian, Comfort, Fluff and Smut, Everyone Is Alive, Modern AU, Dadji, Mutual Pining, Happy Ending, Brief Alcohol Mention, Masturbation, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Accidentally co-parenting with your son's art teacher, Fatherhood)

🧡Yiling Salon: Hair, Nails and Piercing by TriviasFolly (T, 22k, WangXian, Modern AU, hairstylist AU, WWX owns a salon, Hairstylist WWX, 5+1 Things, Fluff, Experimental Style)

Work in Tandem by MimiSpearmint (E, 23k, WangXian, LSZ & WWX, Modern with Magic Single Parent LWJ, when you just want disability-led sword lessons for your child, swordflight instructor!wwx, swordflight instructor!lwj, Fluff, Protective LWJ, Getting Together, Intercrural Sex, Choking, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Implied off-screen D/s negotiations)

Nanny Wei by Odae (T, 21k, WIP, WangXian, Single Parent LWJ, Modern AU, Kid Fic, The Nanny AU, Nanny!WWX, Composer!LWJ, Slow Burn, Slice of Life, Fluff, Domestic, POV WWX)

five times people didn’t know sizhui is lan zhan’s son and one time they did by trilliastra (T, 3k, LSZ & LWJ, wangxian, 5+1, fluff, kid fic, outsider pov, father-son relationship, implied/referenced rape/non-con (not the main characters))

Where’s Your Emergency? by trippednfell (M, 64k, WangXian, 911 Dispatcher WWX, Single dad LWJ, Kid fic, Modern AU, D&D Games, Angst with a happy ending)

I know what my heart wants by yakuso5u (Not Rated, 28k, WangXian, Modern AU, Single Father LWJ, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Accidental Child Acquisition, Domestic, Slice of Life, Christmas references)

and the moon is in the street by bunnxianluvsu (MooseFeels) (M, 8k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, War, Wakes & Funerals, Grief/Mourning, Medical, Single Parents, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fairy Tale Elements, the fisher king, Healing, Memory Loss, Memory Alteration, Magic, Family, Love Stories)

The Cat by petiteneko (M, 2k, WIP, WangXian, Jealousy, Humor, Misunderstandings, Fluff)

say it's here where our pieces fall in place by Lirelyn (E, 68k, WangXian, Modern AU, Family Feels, Angst with a Happy Ending, Kid Fic, Adoption, Foster Care, Eventual smut, Emotional Hurt/Comfort)

Come Around and Stay by trippednfell (M, 160k, WangXian, NieLan, Slow Burn, Kid Fic, Found Family, Modern AU, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, PTSD, Blood and Injury, Dissociation, Angst with a Happy Ending, Musicals, POV Alternating, Baking, Yunmeng reconciliation (eventually), Friend Zoning, Literal Sleeping Together, Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks)

plant a little happiness (let the roots run deep) by fleurdeliser (E, 47k, WangXian, Modern AU, Car Accidents, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Non-Explicit References to Injuries and Death, References to Addiction, Doctors & Physicians, these tags imply a much more serious story, than this actually is, but I don't want anyone to be surprised, Falling In Love, soft romance, background 3zun)

🧡Hello, IT. Have You Tried Turning It Off and On Again? by overmountainandmeadow (T, 65k, WangXian, Modern AU, Modern office AU, IT Director!LWJ, Graphic Designer!WWX, Meeting for the first time without actually meeting, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Juniors as interns, Light Angst, Mistaken Identity, Identity Porn, Rabbits, Cloud Recesses as a company, Happy Ending, Single Parent LWJ)

No Need to Change a Tune by yeolinski (T, 9k, WangXian, Modern AU, Teachers, Single Parent LWJ, Chemistry Teacher!WWX, Music Teacher!LWJ, somehow this turned out to be more of a kid fic, I don't like Lan Qiran and this fic is a proof of this, Kid Fic, wangxian are good with kids that's basically my message to the world, Getting to Know Each Other, Getting Together, Fluff, Family Fluff)

to remember names of plants Series by detention_notes (T/G, 8k, WangXian, Diary/Journal, Character Study, WWX's canonical humor as deflection, Friendship, Pining, thinly-veiled anger and fears, small moments of hope, gentle angst, Reminiscing, Found Family, Grief/Mourning, Epistolary, Healing, LWJ's single parenthood, Yearning, lwj's concentrated stream-of-consciousness emotions, Bittersweet, Hopeful Ending)

When You Wake, 怎能当梦一场 by MouSanRen (T, 39k, WangXian, WWX is in a coma, Angst with a Happy Ending, Modern AU, Single Dad LWJ, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Parenthood, YZY's A+ Parenting, JFM's A+ parenting, the people who read the previews told me, this is like softness hiding so many knives)

we are fed by Anonymous (M, 7k, WangXian, Modern AU, Single Parent LWJ, Dadji, Kid Fic, Established Relationship, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Fluff, Marriage Proposal, they are almost married!! with a son!!!, 5+1 Things, the WWX Can Cook agenda)

box your errors by mellowflicker (T, 42k, WangXian, Modern AU, single dad lwj, Domestic Fluff, Family Issues, Slow Burn, Kid Fic, let lwj have friends agenda, Hurt/Comfort, Pining)

Velle: to will, to wish by Aerlalaith (T, 30k, WangXian, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Blood and Injury, Injury Recovery, Father-Son Relationship, Single Parent LWJ, Family Issues, Character Study, Grief/Mourning, Trauma, Nightmares, Healing is a bitch, Learning to Parent, Accidental Baby Acquisition, self-inflicted accidental baby acquisition?, Personal Growth)

ghost in your arms by DizziDreams (T, 11k, WangXian, NieLan, Kidfic, baby a-yuan, dad!lwj, Ghost!WWX, Haunting, Poltergeist, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Light Angst, Pining, LWJ's bad choices about love, Paranormal, Modern AU, Ghosts, age gap, America, [Podfic of] ghost in your arms by dreamhazer)

wraps around my heart, wraps around your head by Kika988 (G, 2k, LSZ & LWJ, LXC & LWJ, WangXian, Parenthood, Adoption, Canonical Character Death, LWJ is the Best Dad, Grief/Mourning, Touch-Starved, wraps around my heart, wraps around your head by Kika988 [Podfic] by Rhea314 (Rhea) )

Red Bunny and Blue Bunny are Friends by deliciousblizzardshark (G, 5k, WangXian, Kid Fic, Domestic Fluff, Author WWX, Parent LWJ, Pining LWJ, POV LSZ, Soft WangXian)

love thy neighbor by wincechesters (M, 7k, WangXian, Modern AU, Neighbors, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Single Parents, Single Parent LWJ)

❤️To be of use by Erisette (Not Rated, 53k, LSZ & LWJ, Found Family, Accidental Baby Acquisition, (kinda), Father-Son Relationship, Missing Scene, Good Teacher LWJ, Sizhui is an angel, Jingyi is the best of brats, Seclusion Lite(TM), Everyone under 20 at Cloud Recesses worships Hanguang-jun, Fluff, Hanguang-jun is the coolest, Worldbuilding, this is not sad tho even though it's set in the time jump, the fluff-to-sads ratio is v high)

藕断丝连 by RoseThorne (G, 458, WangXian,LSZ & LWJ, Grief/Mourning, Memory Loss, Memories, POV Third Person, POV LSZ, Rituals, lotuses)

🧡tear out the thread one by one from your skin (’til your bones feel embarrassed by all the attention) by lightningalwaysreturns (E, 40k, WangXian, Modern AU, Holidays, Getting Together, Professors, Pining, Spring, Fluff and Smut, Family, single dad lwj, so many novel refs, Explicit Sexual Content, service top lwj/power bottom wwx vibes)

light travels faster than sound by Anonymous (E, 29k, WangXian, Modern AU, Single Parent LWJ, Dadji, Kid Fic, Mutual Pining, Misunderstandings, Light Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn, Strangers to Lovers, Getting Together, Happy Ending, Blow Jobs)

Build-A-Boyfriend by rainbowdracula (G, 3k, WangXian, Modern AU, Retail, Fluff, Pre-Relationship)

of glittery valentine's cards by kintou (G, 3k, WangXian, Valentine's Day Fluff, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, soft, lwj is dad, A-Yuan is the best boy, Valentine's Day Special, Dadji, Getting Together, Kid Fic)

ink and honey by mirrorofprinces (T, 1k, WangXian, Modern AU, Meet-Cute, (kind of), Finding Love at the Farmer's Market, Tattoos, Single Dadji, Support your Local Beekeepers)

Everything Is A-Bouquet by SkieNight (E, 42k, WangXian, Modern AU, Flower Shop & Tattoo Parlor, Single Parent LWJ, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Language of Flowers, Bunnies!)

New Doorsteps by ericacea (T, 4k, WangXian, Modern AU, Halloween, WWX's Birthday, Single Parent LWJ, they're in the US for this one)

Take Yourself Home by sunflowersfield (T, 3k, WangXian, Modern AU, Library AU, Adoption, Fluff and Angst, Mutual Pining, Falling In Love, Declarations Of Love, Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Sharing a Bed, Single Dad LWJ, Getting Together)

our little one by writedeku (G, 6k, LSZ & LWJ, WangXian, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Adventures in Fatherhood, or: snippets of lwj raising lsz)

The Start of Something Boo-tiful by MountainRain898 (T, 7k, WangXian, Modern AU, Meet-Cute, First Meetings, Pre-Relationship, single dad lwj, Retail worker WWX, costume shopping, Fluff)

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[btsgotjams27]

the nanny diaries ~ jjk

summary: you're running out of time and you're desperate to find anyone to watch your son.

✨ title: the nanny diaries (drabble series) | the unexpected nanny ✨ pairing: jungkook x single mom!reader ✨ word count: 1.9K |✨ genre: fluff, humor, cute |✨ rating: g ✨ warnings: mentions of a sperm donor, reader is anxious, a sassy four-year-old ✨ a/n: here’s the first drabble for this series! i feel bad for dropping ffy!jk on you guys yesterday, so here’s fluffy jk ;)

[ DRABBLES MASTERLIST ] ✨ next - the blind date

You were running out of time. Your current nanny, Gracie, was indefinitely leaving you to go off to grad school. Stupid grad school. You were happy for her, but you were just losing one of the best nannies you've come across in a long time. And having to leave your son in the hands of another stranger was giving you anxiety.

Seven interviews later with a string of nannies, no one was jumping out at you. Gracie had given you a name of a friend she thought you'd love, but you were reluctant when you saw the name.

Jeon Jungkook.

His resume and references were impressive, but a guy as a nanny? You'd heard too many bad stories and listened to too many true crime podcasts, making you uncertain about choosing him.

"You'll love Jungkook. He's great with kids. He's currently in-between jobs as a teacher, so he asked if I had any leads. I told him I was leaving my current job and asked if he'd be interested. Give him a shot, boss, or at least a trial run with Ha Joon."

You groaned when you gave his resume another glance. Maybe you could go with the second person you interviewed, only she did have a weird thing about not cooking. Okay, scratch that. Shuffling through the other resumes, you looked at the last person you interviewed, Sun-Hee. Thinking back, you really liked her - except that she made a face when she discovered that Ha Joon was conceived through a sperm donor and not the traditional way.

"Mommy," Ha Joon stood beside you, tugging your shirt, "Did you find someone to watch me yet?"

You wanted to lie and say yes, but lying wouldn't solve your nanny problem, now would it? You peered down at the cute little face. "Not yet, baby."

"But, mommy, if you don't find someone, you'll have to take me to work with you." His tone was almost joyful.

"You would like that, wouldn't you?"

Ha Joon grinned. He loved going to work with you, but your boss would be livid if you turned your office into a daycare. So you motioned for Ha Joon to climb onto your lap as you spread out the resumes.

"Okay, Ha-Joon-ah, take a good look at these pictures. Since it's very hard for mommy to choose, why don't I let you pick who you would like to hang out with while I'm at work."

His eyes widened in delight. "I get to pick?!"

You nodded, pressing a kiss to his head. You were taking the easy way out - forcing your child to choose his caretaker. That's great parenting, right?

Ha Joon carefully peered at each piece of paper, squinting his eyes. His little index finger tapped the side of his chubby cheek, going hmm as if this was a tough decision for him. He picked the no-cooking nanny and put her back down, then he picked up the judging nanny and shook his head. At last, he came across Jungkook's resume and looked closely at his picture.

"Why does he have a ring on his lip?"

He what? You examined the photo of Jeon Jungkook. Oh god–he has a lip piercing? What kind of teacher was this guy, and Gracie vouched for him?

"Um…Sometimes people like to get certain parts of their bodies pierced, and it looks like he got his lip pierced," you said sheepishly to your son.

"Cool. Can I get my lip pierced when I get bigger?"

You let out a dry chuckle. "Of course, you can–but only if you eat all of your vegetables and clean up your room!"

Ha Joon groaned at your proposal. He mumbled okay.

"So… who's going to hang out with my little man while I'm at work?"

He peered up at you, grinning from ear to ear, pointing to the one person you feared he'd choose. "This guy."

Ha Joon made his decision, and you weren't going to deny him of his choice, even if you were reluctant to have a man watch your son. Nonetheless, you called Jungkook to see if he was available to do a trial run. He immediately agreed to come out the next day, thanking you for the opportunity.

Fridays were your days to work from home, and usually, Gracie would take Ha Joon out while you worked. But today, you asked Jungkook to come hang out with Ha Joon at home just to see if they would vibe well.

The doorbell rang at precisely 7:30AM, which took you by surprise. You weren't expecting him to be punctual. You yelled for Ha Joon to hurry because their guest had arrived. As you approach the door, you see Ha Joon hiding something behind his back. You narrowed your eyes, wondering what it could be, but alas, you didn't want to keep Jungkook waiting.

"Ready? You asked with a big smile, and Ha Joon nodded, gesturing for you to open the door. And you were greeted by a man who looked nothing like the photo. His hair had grown significantly, and because the image was only a headshot, you weren't expecting to see tattoos peeking out from under his long-sleeve charcoal gray shirt. His face was adorned with black horn-rimmed glasses and a silver lip ring.

"Hi, you must be Y/n," he held his hand for you to shake, then he crouched down to Ha Joon's level, "and I'm going to take a wild guess that you're Ha Joon?" The corner of Jungkook's lips curved into a smile when he looked at Ha Joon, and you could tell your son was already smitten by this man.

Ha Joon immediately whirled his surprise behind his back and showed it to Jungkook. "I hope you like Iron Man. He's my favorite."

"Dude–you're in luck because he's my favorite too."

Your son peered up at you, "Mommy–don't you have to work?"

You scoffed. "You want me to leave?"

"Yeah. I want to show Jungkook my room!" Ha Joon immediately ran off, not waiting for further instructions from you.

You gestured for Jungkook to set his things down, giving him the basic rundown of Ha Joon's schedule and yours and a quick tour of the apartment. "Do you have any questions?"

Jungkook's eyes wandered around the room before flitting back to yours. "I don't think so. Will you be around today in case we need anything?"

"Yeah, I'll just be in my room. My boss knows I'm doing a trial run, so you guys can interrupt me if you need anything," you smiled before taking a step towards Ha Joon's room.

Jungkook cleared his throat. "Thank you," he said, leaping forward to catch you before you ran off, making you halt in your tracks. "I know seeing a male nanny is odd, but I hope I get to earn your trust."

You beamed at him. "It looks like Ha Joon already adores you, so it'll be tough for him to let you go. Just letting you know that now."

The rest of the day, you didn't hear a single peep from Ha Joon and Jungkook, which could be a good thing or a bad thing. You kept peering out from behind your monitor to see if they needed you, but you were only met with silence.

Finally, you were fed up, taking a break from work to check up on the two. Quietly, you knocked on Ha Joon's door, opening to see what they were up to. Your hand was met with another's as Jungkook quickly pulled you down underneath a blanket fort, telling you to be quiet.

"What are we doing?" You whispered.

"If we make a peep, the gremlin will come and get us," Jungkook mumbled.

"Gremlin?"

"The gremlin hears voices--it's time to find Jungkookie and take him to jail, where he will be our slave." Ha Joon popped up, wearing his Iron Man Mask, holding up a toy sword.

Jungkook pointed to Ha Joon. "The little gremlin," he giggled.

"He really is a little gremlin sometimes," you snickered, trying to hold back your laugh before your little gremlin came knocking. You and Jungkook glanced at each other as the blanket fort was stripped away, uncovering the two of you.

"The gremlin has found you! Mommy? What are you doing here?" Ha Joon asked with a confused look on his face.

"Hi baby, I just wanted to come check up on you to see if you're okay."

"Mommy..." Ha Joon whined, "you need to go to work and make money for me. You can play with me later."

You scoffed at your little man, and Jungkook couldn't help but giggle at how direct Ha Joon was - that was one thing he loved about kids. They had no filter.

"Okay, okay. I'll go back to work," you said, standing up and walking to the door.

Ha Joon glared at you. "Bye, mommy," he said before slamming the door.

You didn't bother the two as you finished work. All you could hear were funny voices, some muffled happy screams, and crashes of Ha Joon's toys.

To be honest, you were a bit jealous of the two. Most days, when you got off of work, you were too tired to play with Ha Joon, and that's when mom guilt kicked in. Ha Joon was happy with you, at least you hoped so, but you could hear how excited he was with another man in his life. You suppose a little boy needed some kind of male role model in his life, so you hoped that Jungkook would work out well for your little family.

As you were going to leave work for the day, your boss emailed, asking you to hop on a quick call. It was close to dinner time, so you quickly ran out to let Jungkook know what was happening. He didn't mind staying longer if you needed him to, and for that, you were grateful.

You glanced at the little clock in the corner of your monitor, reading 7:30PM. The 'little' call turned into a big call because your boss had a million things to discuss with you. As you were fed up, you made an excuse that your nanny had to leave and that you needed to take care of your son, which technically wasn't a lie.

You sighed when your boss finally let you go. Quickly, you shut off your monitor and sprinted for your door to catch up with what Ha Joon and Jungkook were doing. And to your surprise, it was quiet when you walked into the living room. You assumed they were playing another game, but you found Jungkook putting the dishes away in the kitchen and Ha Joon nowhere in sight.

"Hey, um, where's Ha Joon?"

"Asleep."

Your mouth was agape when he told you this. Jungkook pushed over a plate of food he had fixed because he knew you'd be hungry after a long day at work.

"He had dinner - ate all of his vegetables, by the way, took a bath, cleaned his room, we read a book, sang a song, and now he's in bed."

What in god's name? Was Jeon Jungkook the answer to all of your prayers? No wonder Gracie said you would like him. He was like the nanny whisperer or something.

"How," you took a mouthful of rice, "How did you get him to eat his vegetables?" You asked, finally swallowing your rice.

Jungkook chuckled. "Easy. Told him that if he wanted to be big and strong like Iron Man, he'd have to eat his vegetables because all superheroes eat them."

You marveled at his simplistic answer. You wished you would've thought of that sooner. Maybe a male nanny wouldn't be so bad after all.

"So, when can you start?"

next - the blind date

#jungkook fanfic #jungkook fic #jungkook drabble #jungkook fluff #jungkook cute #jungkook x reader #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts x you #fic: the nanny diaries

[cellythefloshie]

;; The Nanny Diaries Chapter One of the Nanny Diaries Series

Chapters Table of Contents  

Summary: Lauren is struggling at home with the kids, and has been bugging TJ to let her hire some help. He has been ignoring it for sometime, but she’s desperate and will being going through with it with or without your help - accepting he will have to let a stranger into his home to help raise his children TJ reluctantly helps Lauren selected the new nanny and he chooses you.  Word Count: 1222 Note: This was posted mostly to just get it out of my drafts since this chapter has be done for a long time now. If you enjoy it, please let me know as this will probably be the fic I move on to once I wrap up on the road wife!

A nanny. The thought had left TJ scoffing as he sat slouched in his seat on the airplane. The light were dim around them as they set to take off for the next city. It was their first road trip of the season - or preseason rather - and it started with an argument. Lauren wanted more help with the kids, and TJ wasn’t going to be there to provide it.

TJ has suggested her parents come stay with them for a time, but Lauren wouldn’t have it. While TJ was not sure where his wife had gotten the idea of hiring a nanny, - maybe it had been one of the many mommy blogs she followed, or one of her friends over mimosas at brunch - but it wasn’t an idea she would easily give up on.

He had been loading his hockey bad into his car to take to the airport when He had spotted Lauren hovering by the door. She did not wear the usual frown that came with his departure for road games. This season she had been wearing a scowl, and in her hands she held small stack of folders. Lauren had waited until all his things were packed away before making it down the drive to TJ. He greeted her with an embrace and a lingering kiss in her blonde hair before he welcomed the cold folders into his hands. He hadn’t dared to question her, and welcomed her instructions:

I completed the interviews. Pick one before you get back, or I will.

And while TJ did not like the idea of having a stranger in his home to nanny their children TJ could no longer ignore the demands made by his wife. She needed time for herself, time she would not get while he was on the road and they needed more time together. The kids were taking more and more of Lauren’s attention as they grew and the distance between himself and his wife grew with them. The stress of his hockey career only made it worse on them - picking the nanny was the east he could do.

Laying out each folder in front of him on the table, TJ sighed out. His wife had narrowed it down to 6 women. Each folder had a resume, detailed notes from the interview and a photograph Lauren had taken.

TJ cussed out under his breath the photos had been taken in their living room. Lauren has already welcomed them into their home without his knowledge. He wanted to crumple up each of them where he sat, but instead he took a heavy breath and read over each one with care. Then he read them again. Until finally he had been able to weed out those he saw as nothing more than glorified baby sitters. It was then TJ was left merely with 2.

TJ took each file into his hands carefully, bringing them up close to reach each tiny note left by his wife that he could only hope would put him at ease and aid in his selection. A hand became lost in his dark hair, drawing it back from his eyes as he took in each word. Of his final two, they couldn’t seem to be more different. While one held many year of experience in many families, Lauren’s notes made clear that she was concerned about long term care.

Oshie shifted in his seat at the idea of a nanny staying with them for more than a few months, never mind years.

The other was near fresh out of a early childhood education degree, and had only worked for one family prior. But it hadn’t come without great esteem. Hell, the prior family had even included a written referral. Even Lauren had left bolder notes on her perfume scented paper: References spoke highly of her. Great with the kids AND and kids love HER. Young, will not have a hard time keeping up with the girls. Very enthusiastic and funny all while being professional.

Holding up each picture, TJ let out a sigh and leaned his head back against his seat. The choice should be easy - hell he was sure Lauren would be ecstatic that he had even made the time to look at the candidates she had provided him, never mind that he had managed to narrow it down to 2. His fingers toyed with the images, dulling the edges and creased the corners as he looked between the older woman would reminded him a little bit too much of Mrs. Doubtfire - but she should have been the obvious choice.

But then there was the photo of you. With your smile wide as you sat perched on one of the stools that rested along the kitchen island. You had one of their coffee mugs in hand, and your hair had come to frame your face so perfectly that the photo had almost seemed staged. You sat tall, confidently, but not so rigidly that you seemed intimidated. Your have was warm as you had looked to the camera, to Lauren, to him now as he looked down at the photo as if you were not a stranger but an old friend-

“Hey, give that back man!” TJ groaned through grit teeth at your photograph was ripped from his fingertips.

It was none other than Wilson who had become all too curious as to why TJ had been keeping to himself.

TJ watched impatiently as Tom settled down into the seat across from him, a smile splashing across his lips as he looked down at your picture. It was a devilish grin, one that TJ had come to know all too well after 2 seasons of playing alongside one another - hell, Tom has quickly come to feel like more of a little brother than a teammate. But that didn’t come without trouble.

“Who’s this,” Tom smirked from his seat, “she cute-”

“Cut it out man,” TJ lurched, his hands losing the first image to capture yours back from Wilson with ease. Before he could even realize the decision he was making, words were spilling from TJ’s mouth;  “That’s the girls new nanny and I don’t need anything crude coming out of your mouth!”

Tom’s hands came up in a silent surrender, his smile growing the tiniest bit wider at TJ’s words.

TJ was thankful he didn’t have to hear a single thought running through his teammates mine. He was sure they were the most family friendly of thoughts as he wasn’t wrong, you were cute. There would be no ignoring that.

His teammates would notice. The opponents would notice. He had noticed.

But it didn’t stop him from sending his words of approval to his wife.

Naturally, Lauren had both numbered and color coded them for his convenience.

With the message sent, TJ piled the papers and shoved them back into his carry on with less care than he had when Lauren had given them to him the first time. He placed his phone face down on the table in front of him and let his eyes shut slowly. Finally, he could put the stress of losing their first game and selecting the nanny behind him. For as he rested he prepared for game two and meeting you.

#tj oshie #hockey imagines #hockey players #hockey rpf #nhl imagine #nhl players #nhl rpf #;; the nanny diaries #;; { I saw some spelling errors while reading it today but now I can't find them now that I have time to edit...}

[choicesficwriterscreations]

Choices Pride Month

In celebration of Pride Month, CFWC is delighted to host Pride Bingo.

The event will run from June 1st through June 30th. Two lucky winners will win a fanart commission from the lovely and talented @rosefuckinggenius.

The first winner will receive a 2-person, half-body flat color sketch, and thanks to Rose's generosity, there will be a second prize of a 1-person, full-body flat color sketch, as well! The winners will be selected at random and announced on Saturday, July 1st.

For contest rules and guidelines, please see below and...

Happy Pride!!!

Event Rules & Guidelines:

Write fics based on the bingo card categories.

If you write one fic, you get one chance at winning a prize.

If you write more than one fic and get "Bingo" - three in a row vertically, horizontally, or diagonally - you will get three chances to win a prize. (3 chances max per person).

Each fic can only be assigned to one category... so a fic about selecting an outfit to wear to the Pride parade could be in the Pride Parade or Fashion categories, but not both.

Fics must be about Pixelberry Choices LGBTQ+ pairings or characters (canon of fanon).

Fics must be a minimum of 750 words to be prize eligible. (Shorter fics will be shared and included on the event masterlist, but will not be prize eligible).

Only submitted fics are eligible for a prize. @choicesficwriterscreations must be tagged and use the tag #cfwc pride bingo. (Fics found in main tags that meet event criteria will be shared and included on the event masterlist, but they will not be prize eligible.)

Fics can be cross-listed with other fandom Pride events; in fact, we encourage you to do so. Please see a list of other fandom events below.

NSFW and mature-themed fics will be accepted, but they must be rated Mature or Explicit, and any trigger warnings should be noted.

The fic writer must be following @choicesficwriterscreations to be eligible for the prize.

While anyone can participate in the event, creators who have won an art commission from a CFWC contest in the last 6 months and CFWC mods/admins are not eligible for the prize.

About the categories:

The story must focus on characters that are part of the LGBTQ+ community.

We have purposely left the categories broad to encourage participation. Here are some suggestions if you need them.

Pride Parade: planning or attending a pride parade; memories of a past parade; upset that they have to miss the parade because they're sick/have to work; planning their outfit for the parade - pride parade related.

Fashion/Trends: talk about your character's style; trends in the community they like - or dislike; planning a special outfit for pride; ways they express themselves through fashion/trends, etc.

First Date/Kiss: their first-ever; their first with a new person; planning on asking someone out for a first date; talking about a disastrous first date; returning home from their very last first date, because this is the one, etc.

History: We all know about Stonewall (and if you don't, we can send you links!), but this is not limited to any one event, person, or nation. Literally anything about LGBTQ+ history will be accepted.

Coming Out... or not: Why do we include "or not"? Because not everyone believes you have to come out (do straight people make an announcement?). If your character did come out, tell us their story; if they didn't, tell us why. A fic about multiple characters discussing their thoughts on this issue. If a character didn't come out - how did people react when they learned? Anything about coming out... or not.

Gender Identity: What was your character's earliest memory of struggling with their identity; how did people in their lives react; do people respect their choices/pronouns, etc.; tell us a story about how they are now happily living the life they were meant to live, etc.

Family: Was their family accepting or not? Tell us about their found family. How do they create their own family, traditional or otherwise? Proposals, weddings, babies, moving in together, raising kids/pets, divorcing/breaking up, adding someone to (or someone leaving) the polycule. Anything related to family life.

Music & Art: Can be incorporated in any way. An LGBTQ+ artist that inspired them; how the character expresses themselves through music/art; dancing at a club; drag performances; hosting an exhibit of LGBTQ+ artists, you name it.

Other fandom PRIDE events:

Again, you can cross-list your fic with other Choices Pride events. We encourage you to do so! Here are some taking place this month. If you know of others, please let us know. We'd be happy to include them here!

@choicespride is hosting Pride Month Celebration

Pride Month is one of the prompts for @choicesjunechallenge

If you have any questions, feel free to send us an ask, or you can DM @jerzwriter or @cfwc-mod.

#choices fic writers creations #cfwc events #cfwc pride bingo #playchoices #choices the stories you play #open heart #the royal romance #it lives #wake the dead #desire and decorum #red carpet diaries #blades of light and shadow #nightbound #immortal desires #the nanny affair #perfect match

[canirove]

Tagged by @sl0wdiver to post 10 comfort films and tag 10 more people!

Thank you! 💜

1. The Lord of the Rings. I can watch any of the movies and still enjoy them despite knowing some of the dialogues by heart 😅

2. Harry Potter. Any of them. If I'm bored and they are on tv, I'll probably end up watching them.

3. Captain America: The first avenger. Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Natalie Dormer, Jenna Coleman... Just 😍 These days I usually stop watching after Bucky falls 😂

4. Captain America: The Winter Soldier. That fighting scene on the bridge is just so good.

5. The Nanny Diaries. Scarlet Johansson and Chris Evans being neighbours pre Marvel.

6. The Fifth Element. Loved it as a kid despite not understanding half of it 😂 Still quote it sometimes.

7. Beetlejuice. It was one of my favourite movies as a kid. And the dinner scene! If you know you know 😁

Can't think of anymore right now since movies aren't my thing, so we'll leave it here 😅

Tagging @bea-snow @yoursselo @fentybucky @a-little-bit-rascal @delicateearthquakellama @benwhites @lc-fics @carlottawllms @colorsofmyseason

[zablife]

Housekeeping + WIP List 12/6/23

❧To my new followers, welcome and ty for putting your age in your bio!! Coming up on 2K soon!

❧Tysm to everyone liking my work 💕, but reblogs do more to circulate fics on this site!! I love hearing from you so reblog and/or comment. (Anon asks are great too if you're shy ☺️)

❧Cleaning up my inbox and making a new WIP list (below the cut).

ONE SHOTS

Say Yes to Heaven-dark!Arthur x reader

Arthur is deeply upset by the way your husband is treating you and decides to take matters into his own hands in order to save you. However, his protection soon grows into an unhealthy obsession. 

My Martha-Finn x Martha x John Requested by anon

When a six year old Finn meets a kind seamstress during the war, he’s immediately taken with her charm and beauty. However, it’s his older brother, John, who ultimately wins her favor, causing Finn to experience his first case of a broken heart. 

Secrets and Lies - Tommy x OC Requested by @alimosblog

The new barmaid has a secret she's desperately trying to hide from Tommy. When her past begins to threaten his family's future, who will he remain loyal to?

Call Me-Tommy x reader Requested by @look-at-the-soul

Tommy can't imagine why you haven't used the private number he gave you. He instructed you to call him whenever you like, but you weren't about to give in so easily.

Windflowers-Tommy x Lily (OC Tommy's wife) Requested by @jomarch-wannabe

A continuation of my fic, Lily, where we revisit Tommy and his wife five years after the death of their daughter. As Lily wakes from a nightmare Tommy is there to comfort her.

Charlie's Lullaby-Tommy x nanny Requested by @the-fangirl-diaries

After the loss of his wife, Tommy is badly in need of rest. One night he finds Charlie's nanny comforting the child in the nursery and her presence calms Tommy as well.

Untitled Tommy x anxious reader Requested by anon

Your anxiety peaks during a lavish party surrounded by Tommy's work colleagues. Afraid he might be angry, you try to hide the signs, but Tommy knows you too well and comes to your rescue.

Untitled Tommy x American mafia princess Requested by anon

When Tommy is introduced to the daughter of an American mob boss, he's intrigued enough to follow her to America.

SERIES

Partners in Crime-Part 6 "Birthday Gift"--John x Y/n Solomons requested by @dreamlandcreations

Their unique skill sets and their older brothers' greed have brought them together against their will. Can they learn to get along? In this AU John and Alfie's sister are problematic besties.

Tachipen-Part 7 --Tommy x reader

With the flip of a coin, Tommy makes a deal to bring a 20 year old gypsy girl into the Shelby clan. Considering her too young to marry, he employs her as a nanny. When tragedy strikes, he’s forced to confront the truth he has always known. 

As Long As I Live-Part 2 --Tommy x Amelia (OC Tommy's daughter)

Tommy's long lost daughter appears at Arrow House and quickly becomes a beloved part of the family. What happens to their relationship when he attempts to mend a feud with the Gold family by offering her hand in marriage to Bonnie? 

#zablife WIP list

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Can we get something like…Harvard hottie is turning into Lloyd Hansen…cause he is THE Harvard Hottie// I think what anon means is that back in like 2000s or something cevans was in the film nanny diaries where he was known as the Harvard hottie bc he wore a Harvard shirt and attended Harvard (i think that’s right I haven’t seen it but know of it) and in the canon grey man universe Lloyd Hansen is an alumni of Harvard so I think anons is trying to say that they would im find it interes If you were to incorporate that in to a fic. Like that Harvard hottie is Lloyd all grown up

Makes sense now. Thank you for connecting those dots.