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roosterforme · 9 months ago

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It Won't Be Long | Rooster x Reader

Summary: How are you supposed to tell your family that you have to leave? Especially when everything still feels new and flawless and beautiful? Bradley knows it will be rough to break the news to you, but telling Everett will be so much worse.

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst, adult language

Length: 3600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

This is a Batting Practice one-shot but can be read alone! Check out my masterlist for more!

"Oh, shit."

Bradley's heart sank as he read the paperwork that Maverick just handed to him. "Fuck," he groaned, fighting the urge to crumple up the pages. The sounds of conversation buzzing around him in the rec room faded to a dull noise that set his teeth on edge as he thought about how he was going to explain this to you. And even worse....how he would tell Everett.

"Sorry, Rooster," Maverick replied, cuffing him on the shoulder, but Bradley didn't move except to shake his head a fraction of an inch. He should have known this was coming. He should have been prepared for this, but it felt like a slap in the face. You and he had only been married for less than six months, and he still felt like this was very much the honeymoon phase. How the hell was he supposed to spend a single day without you and Everett, let alone one hundred of them?

He'd been planning to take the three of you up to Disneyland for a little overnight trip during spring break. Kind of a precursor to a longer vacation to Disney World in Orlando in the summer. Well, now he'd be missing all of spring break. And he was going to miss opening day at Petco Park, too.

He vaguely registered that Maverick dismissed him early, and he heard Bob calling his name as he headed for the door. He stopped but didn't turn around as he told his future brother-in-law, "I'll call you later." He'd have to tell Bob and Molly soon, because you and Everett would need them if anything happened while Bradley was deployed, but he didn't want to talk about it with anyone until he told you himself.

When he got home before you, it gave him plenty of time to mope while he got dinner in the oven. He decided to take a long shower, suddenly wanting nothing more than to change out of his fucking uniform. The Valentine's Day card he gave you a few days ago was still propped up on your dresser, and he sighed when he looked at the pretty flowers still blooming beautifully in the vase next to it. When he opened the card and read what he'd written, he wasn't surprised to find that he had it practically memorized after spending hours agonizing about what to say to his wife on a day dedicated to being in love.

Kitten,

You changed my life and everything in it for the better last spring, and not a minute goes by that I'm not thinking about you. I hope you'll let me love you every Valentine's Day for the rest of my life. I hope you'll love me back for all of them. I'm so happy you're my wife.

Love,

Bradley

P.S.- How do you feel about wearing your collar, leash and your bodysuit tonight?

He set the card down again with a soft groan and stripped out of his uniform. The shower felt amazing, and he treated himself to your expensive body wash before he rinsed himself off. When he put on his sweatpants and started looking for a tee shirt, everything in his drawer seemed to have Top Gun or Navy Waves printed on it. He just wasn't in the mood for any of it since he knew he was about to have two conversations he'd really rather skip, so he pulled on the Phillies shirt that he got for Christmas from you and Everett.

The kitchen timer started going off at the same time he heard your car in the driveway, and Bradley ran back downstairs to get dinner out of the oven. "You're home early!" you said, bursting through the front door with Everett by your side, and for the first time since this morning, everything seemed more colorful and loud in a good way.

"Dad! I aced my math test!" Everett said as he came running into the kitchen, waving a sheet of paper in the air. "A hundred percent!"

Bradley's heart clenched as he picked Everett up in a hug and buried his face against him. "I'm proud of you, kiddo. That's what happens when you stop rushing through your homework."

He held onto his son a little longer than he normally would before kissing his cheek and setting him down. You eyed him closely as you dumped your work stuff on one of the chairs. He must have done something to give himself away, because a second later, you said, "Ev, you promised you'd take ten minutes to clean your room before dinner."

"Fine," he replied, his voice right on the edge of whining. Normally Bradley would remind him not to talk to you that way, but he let it slide right now. Everett headed for the stairs, and once he was out of sight, you were in Bradley's arms.

"What's wrong, Coach?" you asked, running your fingers along his cheek before pushing them through his damp hair. "What's bothering you?"

When you gently kissed him, he didn't stop you. And when it took him a minute to reply, you didn't rush him. "Baby... I'm being deployed."

Your grip on him grew incrementally tighter as you whispered, "Oh. When?"

His forehead met yours as he forced out the sentence, "I have to leave mid March, and I'm due back on Ev's birthday."

When you nodded, he could tell you were still letting his words settle in your mind. You took a deep breath and huffed out a little laugh as you whispered, "That's a long time."

Bradley swallowed down his guilt. "It's too damn long. I don't want to go fourteen weeks without you and Ev. I don't even like going a whole day when I can help it. I'm supposed to be here with you."

You nodded, and when you spoke, he could hear the tears in your voice. "We managed without you before, we can do it again. At least you'll get home on his birthday."

He collected you tighter against his body as he groaned. He would rather do almost anything other than miss his son's eighth birthday. "Kitten. Sometimes the dates aren't accurate. Sometimes the carriers run behind schedule. One time I returned a week later than I anticipated."

You made a soft sound that left him reeling. "Well, if that happens, then I'll explain it to him. And we'll deal with it."

"Fuck," he grunted, slipping out of your grasp and gripping the edge of the countertop with both hands as his anger flared. "I don't want the two of you to have to deal with me missing out on celebrations. I already bought tickets for Ev and I to go to see the Padres on opening day! I was going to let him skip school! If I miss his birthday, I swear I'll be fucking sick, Kitten! And if Molly doesn't have the baby before March fifteenth, then I won't get to meet him until he's three months old!"

"Bradley," you whispered, ducking under his arm so you were right there between him and the counter. "Listen to me," you said, taking his face in your hands and kissing him. "This is why we love you so much. Because you love us so much."

You had tears in your eyes that matched his as he muttered, "I still feel like we just got married. Like every day with you is so exciting. And Ev didn't grow up with a military dad. He's not used to my lifestyle. I..." Bradley paused and dipped his head down, staring at your work shoes as he said, "I feel important every day because both of you rely on me for things around here. More than just my income. Ev and I do his homework together, and I like helping you cook meals. And I live for taking him to the park to play baseball. I live for it, Kitten."

With two firm hands under his chin, you shifted him so he was looking at you. "I said we would be able to manage without you because we did it before. We know how to do it. Not that we would enjoy ourselves, Bradley. My heart will hurt with worry every day that you're gone, and Everett will miss you because you're essential to his happiness. But this is part of your career, and you're very good at it."

Bradley knew he was crying now as he said, "I'll miss the beginning of his baseball season. He's the only one from his old team who is going to play real ball again this spring instead of tee ball."

You smiled and kissed his cheek. "All thanks to you. And I'll take a million videos for you to watch. I'll email them so you can scrutinize his technique, and then I'll help him improve. I mean, look how much more I know about baseball since I first met you."

Of course your words made him feel a little better. They always did. You always validated his place in this family when he started to doubt himself. "You've come a long way, Kitten. And it's a good thing, too, because I don't think Ev is going to lose interest in baseball any time soon."

You smiled as your lips skimmed his. "I really hope not since the two of you turned the extra bedroom into a Phillies shrine."

"Why are you both crying?"

Bradley's gaze snapped toward Everett who was halfway between the bottom of the stairs and the kitchen with a concerned look on his face. "Ev," he started, unsure how to handle this conversation. Part of him wanted to wait until after the three of you had eaten dinner, but right now, he looked very upset.

"Is Aunt Molly okay?" he asked softly. "She was crying the other day when she said the baby was hurting her back."

When Bradley still hesitated, you said, "Aunt Molly is fine. She texted me a picture of her swollen feet at lunchtime." Then you leaned in closer and whispered, "Do you want me to talk to him?"

"No," Bradley replied immediately. "No, I'll do it." But it was harder than he thought it would be to get the words out in a way that would make sense to a seven year old. Why had he convinced himself that he'd be good at this parenting thing? He didn't even know what the hell to say right now. "Grab our gloves," he told his son. "Let's go out back and toss a ball around before we eat dinner."

Everett perked up immediately and ran off, only to return with two well worn baseball gloves and a baseball. "Okay."

Bradley slipped on a pair of shoes. "Okay."

Wordlessly, they threw the ball around for a bit, the quiet space soothing the part of Bradley that was terrified of fucking this up. "Hey, Kiddo?"

"Yeah, Dad?" Everett asked as he threw a scorcher to Bradley.

"You remember how we talked about deployments before?"

"Yeah." His voice was softer this time, and his face fell a little bit. "I remember. It's when you have to go way out into the ocean and fly off of an aircraft carrier."

"Yeah," Bradley croaked, squeezing the ball as hard as he could in his right hand. "I'm going to have to leave to do that in a few weeks."

He watched as his son tried to be strong and keep it together, but then Everett's face crumpled as he started crying. "But you said that lasts for months," he said as he looked at the ground, and Bradley rushed toward him. "And I heard Jayden in my class say deployments are really dangerous."

"Ev," he replied, dropping the ball and his glove and kneeling right in front of him. He swiped at the tears with his fingers as he said, "I can't stand it when you cry. It breaks my heart."

But Everett just cried more. "I don't want you to leave now. You just got here!"

"Kiddo," he whispered, wrapping him up in a hug. "I'll be back soon. It won't be long. Nothing we can't handle."

"But what if something happens to you?"

Bradley's heart shattered and was immediately put back together. He hated making you and Everett worry about him, but the fact that you both loved him enough to care made him feel whole. He kissed his son's tear streaked cheeks and said, "The only thing that's going to happen is me flying around in my jet for a few weeks before I come right back home. Sounds pretty boring, right?"

He nodded against Bradley's shoulder. "Yeah, I guess so."

Bradley kissed his forehead and whispered, "I'll be so bored without you. I'm going to need you and Mom to take a bunch of photos and videos and email them to me all day long. And I'll need you to ace all your school assignments and be well behaved for everyone except your Aunt Molly. You think you can do that?"

Everett shrugged, but when his glove slipped off of his hand, he hugged Bradley around the neck. "I'll try, Dad. But I'll miss you."

A tear slipped down Bradley's cheek as he managed to say, "I'll miss you, too."

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"It's not time yet," you told Everett as he sat on the couch with the iPad on his lap, staring at it longingly. "Ten more minutes. Why don't you finish your math homework while you wait?"

"Because I like doing my math homework with Dad," Everett explained as he looked at you like you were absolutely ridiculous for even suggesting such a thing. "I want to solve the problem with him."

Even though it meant you would have less time to talk to your husband about other things, you'd let Everett do math homework with him over FaceTime. It wasn't like Bradley was going to complain. They were two peas in a pod. Everett even had the Phillies current pitching stats printed out and ready to share.

"You'll have to show him your countdown, too. We're getting closer."

Before Bradley left, he and Everett cut up countless strips of paper and wrote numbers on them so Everett could conduct a countdown until his eighth birthday. Until the day Bradley was supposed to return home. There had been a gigantic paper chain snaking through the house, but now you were down to your final ten loops. Just ten more days without Bradley.

When the iPad rang, Everett nearly dropped it in his excitement, and you ran in from the kitchen. "Dad!" he said as Bradley's handsome face filled the screen.

"Hey, Ev," he said, sounding exhausted and relieved. "I miss you, Kiddo. Where's Mom?"

"She's right here."

Your son tilted the screen, and Bradley sighed. "Kitten."

"Bradley! We miss you. Ten more days!"

A crooked smile broke out on his face, and he kept his eyes on you for a beat longer while Everett started telling him all about baseball practice with his new coach and how his baby cousin Charlie threw up yesterday and about how the Phillies won three games in a row. You lost him to your son just like you knew you would as soon as Everett asked him for help with his homework.

You sat quietly on the couch while Bradley looked at the math sheet and helped him work through the problem. Then Everett showed him the remaining length of the paper chain countdown, and as soon as that was finished, Bradley said, "Great job, Kiddo. Now why don't you go clean your room up before bed while I talk to Mom?"

"Okay. Love you, Dad!"

"I love you, too," he promised. "And I'll see you on your birthday."

Everett handed you the iPad and ran upstairs to his bedroom. "After all that, I only get three minutes alone with my husband this week," you said with a little smirk.

Bradley groaned and shook his head. "I can guarantee when I get home, I'll be on you nonstop. Don't worry about that, Baby. We won't sleep for days."

You bit your lip and laughed as he groaned. "What do you want for your birthday, Coach?"

He glanced around the small room where he was sitting before he said, "You can find that information written in your Valentine's Day card. Maybe throw in some vanilla frosting, and I'll be all set."

"Sounds good," you replied, and his smile grew. "We'll count down to Ev's birthday, and then we'll count down to yours."

"Speaking of which, did you get his present ready? All wrapped up in a box?"

You nodded as your heart fluttered. "Exactly to your specifications," you promised, picturing the package you had stashed in the linen closet.

"Perfect. I need to make it up to him for missing opening day for the Padres. I hated disappointing him."

As you glanced around your living room at the remaining countdown numbers and Everett's completed math homework, you said, "Something tells me you could never truly disappoint him. See you in ten days, my love."

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"Dad!"

Bradley rushed through the crowd on the dock and headed for his family. You looked beautiful, and somehow Everett looked like he grew six inches in three months, but everything was perfect again once he had an arm wrapped around each of you. He kissed your lips and squeezed you to his side. "I missed you, Kitten," he murmured, knowing you wouldn't be too mad if you weren't his main focus until later tonight. "Happy birthday, Kiddo," he said with a smile as he released you to hug his son. "I missed you, too."

Everett clung to him when Bradley knelt down, and he stood up again with him in his arms. "Last week, my new coach said I have a heck of an arm. And school's already over. Mom took a video of my last day on Friday. You have to watch seventeen new videos from last week. We can watch them together tomorrow before we go out for pizza with baby Charlie and Aunt Molly and Uncle Bob."

Bradley buried his face against Everett's shoulder, excited to hear him talking a mile a minute in person. "Absolutely. But first, let's get home and open your birthday present."

The ride in your car was filled with your voice and Everett's, and Bradley sat back with a smile on his face and his fingers laced with yours. "How was the aircraft carrier?" Everett asked.

"Boring, loud and uncomfortable. And they never showed the Phillies games on TV."

"We can watch the game recaps!"

Bradley was already daydreaming about taking a few days off work, lounging on the couch with Everett until lunchtime, going to the park to play baseball, and then making love to you all night.

"We can definitely watch the game recaps," he promised as you pulled into the driveway next to Bradley's prized Bronco. "But first, I really want you to open your birthday present."

He didn't change out of his uniform. He didn't even remove his boots. He just gave Everett the box wrapped in red and white paper after you handed it to him, and he watched his son tear into the paper while your hands came to rest on his chest. "You are the only birthday present that kid wanted," you whispered.

Bradley felt the flush rising in his cheeks as you kissed his neck, but Everett had the lid off the box now. "I don't know about that, Kitten. I think he'll like this one," Bradley replied as Everett put the Phillie Phanatic hat on his head and read the paper he found in the box out loud.

"Three tickets for the Phillies game at Citizens Bank Park! On the Fourth of July! Behind the dugout! That's where the Phanatic dances! We can see the Phanatic for real! In Philadelphia!"

"Told you," Bradley whispered against your lips as Everett ran around the living room, already thrilled for his first trip to Philly.

But you were shaking your head and looking up at him with the most sincere expression as you said, "Just wait for it."

And you were right. A few minutes later, after Everett's excitement for his Phillies tickets tapered off a bit, he asked, "Dad, can we build a blanket tent and watch Toy Story and eat popcorn?"

Bradley paused where he was unlacing his boots and smiled. "Under one condition."

Everett smiled back and shrugged. "Okay. What is it?"

Bradley tossed his boots aside and said, "We change into our matching baseball pajamas and grab the stuffed Phanatic from your bedroom. And Mom gets to join us, too."

"Deal."

An hour and a half later, Bradley was watching one of his favorite movies with two of his favorite people. You were feeding him popcorn and teasing his hair as you lay with your head on his shoulder in the blanket fort. Everett was sound asleep, draped across Bradley's chest, and it felt so good to be home, he almost started crying.

"I missed this so much," he whispered, kissing Everett's forehead. "Missed my family."

You hummed softly as you raked your fingers through his hair. "Like I said, going to the Phillies game will be great and all, but having you home today was the only thing he really needed for his birthday."

Bradley grinned and asked, "And does my Kitten need me, too?"

You popped up from his shoulder and whispered, "Why don't you carry Ev up to his bed, and then I'll let you find out."

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I love emo Coach Bradley, and it was definitely time to check in with the three of them. He never wants to be the reason Everett cries, but that kid loves him so much, it's unavoidable. Let's check back in with them again soon. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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thoughtsonkm · 2 months ago

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Oh, to have a lover that runs through the airport to get to you sooner just so he can cook you dinner. A lover that will climb a mountain just to bring you back the snow that you adore so much. A handsome lover that will shamelessly beg you to come over while he's still wrapped up in his sheets. A lover who will plan a trip and fly you to Tokyo just to take you to Disney when the whole park is themed after the movie that inspired your signature. A lover that will remember everything about you and every experience you've shared with the most precious detail. A lover who will scold you with a smile on his face and is unafraid of looking silly just to make you laugh.

But also

Oh, to be a lover that runs across the stage to be by their side when they are hurting. A lover that will fly halfway around the world just to be with them on their birthday. A lover who will listen intently as they talk about even the mundane things like sand fleas and bikers. A lover who will give them butterflies after all these years and even while you're covered in mosquito bites. A lover who will hold them and wipe their tears when they cry. A lover who will make them feel safe and secure to be their chatty, teasy, energetic, sensitive self when they are with you. A lover who will praise them to the moon and provide constant assurance of your love for the art and things they produce. A lover who will get scolded with a smile on your face and is unafraid of looking silly just to make them laugh.

What's that saying again? Ah yes, "Love is a road that goes both ways".

✨Jimin & Jungkook everyone✨

If you see me crying in a corner mind your own business.

#ask #anon #jikook #kookmin #october 2024

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quinnysnursery · 9 days ago

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i’d really love to see some headcanons of cg!matt taking his little to disneyland for the first time bc they never were able to go as a child :((

[🩹] the most magical place on earth | matt sturniolo one-shot

paring : cg!matt sturniolo x fem!little!reader

summary : y/n's never been to disneyworld, matt thinks it's about time to change that

warning/extra tid-bits : being little in public, mentions of y/n having an unsafe childhood but nothing too serious!! i think that's all :)

word count : 1,599 + not proofread

divider credit : umm i found all the photos on pinterest :3 (pooh bears from @kodaswrld ,, line from @taurus-magicka)

a/n : apart of @bambisturnioloalt 's NNN event!! ✨

Main Street U.S.A

Your eyes darted around the slightly overstimulating environment. You huddled closer to Matt’s side, trying your best not to have your shoulder bumped in the sea of people.

“Stay close sweetheart.” Matt reminded, though he knew you didn’t really need the reminder- you hardly ever left his side in the comfort of your own home, you wouldn’t dare wander away inside of Disney World.

“Dada,” You whisper, quickly causing Matt to turn his full attention to you. “Hm?” He asked, bending down ever so slightly to hear your better. You pointed to a store that was emitting a naturally sweet smell- “Main Street Confectionery”.

Matt smiled warmly at you and your sweet tooth. “Alright, but only because you ate all your breakfast.” He said, you nodded eagerly- briefly reminiscing on the Mickey-shaped waffles you scarfed down in the hotel room.

The two of you stepped into the confectionery, both of you inhaling in the sweet smell of chocolate and pastries. Matt slowly led you through the aisles of candy, bringing you to the pastry case- a cast member smiled at you both brightly, “Hi! What can I get you two today?” She asked, her name tag reading “Ari”.

You gazed at all the different pastries and treats inside of the glass case. The selection was wide, ranging from cupcakes, cookies, candy apples and a multitude of decorated rice crispy treats. One in particular caught your eye though, a chocolate chip scone in the shape of a Mickey head.

“That one p’ease!” You smiled brightly, tapping on the glass. Ari nodded, smiling as she quickly pulled on a new pair of gloves before scooping up the scone and placing it into a pastry bag and handing it to you before turning her attention to your caregiver.

“Can I get you anything?” She asked, Matt thought for a moment before shaking his head- knowing he’d steal a few bites from your scone. “Alright! That’ll be 5.29!” She chirped. Matt nodded, pulling out his card and tapping it to the card reader.

“Have a magical day!” Ari called out, waving goodbye as the two of you walked away. You beamed, turning around on your heel quickly- “Hav’a magical day!” You squealed, looking excitedly at Matt- who’s eyes were full of pure love.

Adventure Land

Walking from Main Street U.S.A to Adventure Land didn’t take long at all- in fact it probably would’ve been quicker had Matt not insisted on stopping to wipe the melted chocolate off of your hands and mouth.

“Okay sweetheart, which ride do you wanna go on?” Matt asked, he knew that the “Pirates of the Caribbean” ride was out of the picture- as it had a drop that neither him nor you felt like concurring on a day that was purely about healing your inner-child.

You looked at the map that your caregiver had made sure to snag up at the entrance of the park.

“Let’s see there’s…the jungle cruise…the tiki room…and…aladdin’s magic carpets.” He smiled, showing you where each attraction was on the map. You thought for a moment, squishing your cheek into Matt’s arm as you leaned on him.

“Mmm…magic ca’pet!” You smiled, bouncing excitedly. Matt smiled, collapsing your hands together once more before beginning to lead you to the Aladdin-themed ride.

The line wasn’t unbearably long. The two of you had planned your trip during that interesting period of time where the weather wasn’t sweltering hot and the lines were short enough- thanks to the holiday crowds not flocking the park just yet.

“How many in your party?” The cast member in charge of the line asked, you glanced up at Matt- shuffling behind him slightly. “Two.” He smiled, rubbing your arm in a soothing manner.

The cast member, who’s name-tag read “Madi”, nodded- waiting for the current passengers on the ride to completely exit.

“Do you want a sticker, hun?” Madi smiled, digging into her pocket and pulling out some Jasmine and Aladdin themed stickers- tearing one off and offering it to the little.

Matt looked towards Y/n, gently nodding to reassure her it was okay. You nodded softly, squeaking out a quiet “Thank ‘ou!” as you took the sticker- shoving it into your pocket.

“Oh! Looks like you two are up! Have fun, enjoy your ride!” Madi grinned, opening the gate and letting the couple walk in. You dragged Matt over to one of the ride’s vehicles- quickly shuffling in.

It didn’t take long for the ride to begin, the magic carpets lifting into the air- causing you to cling to Matt a bit tighter, but giggle nonetheless.

“Should we move the lever?” Matt smiled, motioning to the lever that would allow you to move your carpet higher or lower as you pleased. You nodded excitedly, watching as Matt lifted the lever higher- in turn making your magic carpet fly higher than the others.

You squealed with happiness, hands flapping excitedly as you a warm feeling spread throughout your heart. This was all you’d ever wanted as a child, and as Matt watched your face light up- he couldn’t be more grateful that he was the person who got to help your dreams come true.

Fantasy Land

Fantasy Land had been the area you were most excited to visit, all for one singular reason.

A plump yellow bear famously known as “Winnie the Pooh”.

You’d been a fan of the bear and his group of friends since your childhood, he was one of the few comfort sources that you had access to and even after getting away from your family- you still loved the yellow bear.

Matt shared your love for Winnie the Pooh- in fact, it was one of the first things the two of you bonded over when you first met. So when you began looking into visiting Disney world with your caregiver there was thing that took precedence above everything else.

Meeting the beloved bear.

That’s what currently had you, anxiously breathing in line to meet the Pooh. The meet and greet spot was right outside of his ride, but due to the quick turns and darker lightening- you decided to pass on the ride this trip.

…Only after Matt promised you could both come back to the theme park before the year was up.

Nonetheless, you were about three groups away from meeting your childhood hero and god, you couldn’t help but be filled with nervous excitement.

Matt, of course, noticed this- wrapping you in a tight bearhug and pressing a gentle kiss into your hair. “Deep breaths,” He hummed, rubbing soothing circles into your back.

Matt knew how much this meant to you. How much Winnie the Pooh had been a source of comfort- a source of safety for you in your chaotic-like childhood. Even now in your adult-life, you still decorated you and Matt’s apartment with that silly yellow bear- claiming he just “made you smile”.

Matt didn’t mind, you smiling made him smile.

Your eyes widened even more as you realized it was your turn. Matt got out his phone to videotape as you cautiously approached the bear, beaming with excitement.

Embarrassingly (at least, embarrassingly to you), you felt tears bud in your eyes as the bear pulled you into a tight hug- swaying back and forth playfully. Matt noticed this as well, feeling proud tears gloss over his eyes- he knew he’d never be able to heal everything you’d gone through, but he was proud of how far you’d both come so far.

Pooh Bear tapped his nose to your cheek and motioned as if he was wiping away your tears. You smiled brightly, using the sleeves of your yellow sweater to wipe them away.

You giggled, going back in for one last hug before turning to Matt- allowing him to take a few photos.

“D’you guys want me to get one of the three of you?” The character-attendee asked- their name-tag reading ‘Comet’ offering up their hand for Matt’s phone. You nodded eagerly, waving Matt over.

Your caregiver quickly handed the castmember his phone and joining both you and the bear- matching toothy smiles on you and your caregivers face as Comet snapped a multitude of pictures.

You got a final hug from your childhood-hero before quickly dragging Matt into the Winnie the Pooh themed giftshop- immediately gravitating towards the plushie aisle.

“Wasn’t he so sweet?” Matt asked, earning an eager nod from you. You were practically buzzing thanks to all the positive feelings that came from meeting the big yellow bear. “Uh-huh! Da’ sweetest like hon’e!” You giggled, Matt couldn’t help but let out a low coo.

“Okay baby, pick out any stuffie- Dada’s treat.” Matt decided, you let out a squeal, hugging Matt tightly before saying, “T’ank ‘ou!”

You browsed the plush shelf for a few moments- there were a few weighted plushies, a collection of plushies that were meant to replicate the original artstyle but there was one stuffed bear that captured your heart almost immediately.

A medium sized winnie the pooh plush, wearing a onesie that was designed to look like his beloved friend, tigger. You quickly picked him up off of the shelf- hugging his soft boy close to your chest before shoving him mere inches in Matt’s face.

“Dis’ one!” You beamed before remembering your manners, “P’ease!”

Matt smiled, “Alright sweetheart, let’s go pay.” He said, leading you to the cashier.

That night, you curled up in your cozy hotel bed- plush bear curled up tightly in your arms- satisfied with your visit to the most magical place on earth.

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Science Fair

Pairing: Spencer Reid × GN!Reader

Fluff, minor angst

For: Anonymous Request

Content Warnings: Missing a child's science fair, pretty much nothing, he feels bad for not going

Summary: After missing the science fair, Spencer makes it up to your daughter

Author's Note: In this house, we believe in girldad Spencer. Forgot the request said 3 kids, sorry!

Feedback is always welcome!

Requests are OPEN

He was an idiot.

An IQ of 187, an eidetic memory, and 3 PhD’s could not prevent him from being the dumbest man in the world. He had missed his daughter’s first science fair.

To be fair, he was on a case across the country, but it was a promise that he had made and then subsequently broke.

When he got home, the house was quiet as everyone else slept. He crawled into bed, not having enough energy to change, and fell asleep.

The next morning, it was about the same level of silent treatment. You got your daughter to school on time before coming back to get ready for work. He made you breakfast, which you ignored in favor of a granola bar, and was ready with flowers for an apology. Unfortunately for him, you weren’t in a forgiving mood.

This wasn’t the first time he had missed something important. He had a busy job, and sometimes, it took priority. But it had never been as bad as this. There were few things more precious than a child winning something, and he hadn’t even called to celebrate.

He felt terrible, but his daughter’s reaction was the worst part. She was slowly starting to think that she wasn’t the center of his universe, and that scared him.

He had to fix this. First, he called in to work, taking a week's worth of the vacation days he had saved up. Then he packed everyone’s suitcases, taking extra care to make sure you all had what you needed. Then he waited.

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When you got home with your daughter, you were confused. As far as you were aware, no one had planned any trips. Was something wrong?

Spencer noticed the look on your face and quickly explained his plan to you before leaning down to talk to your daughter.

“How do you feel about going on vacation?”

She nodded eagerly, setting her backpack down on the floor.

“I wanna go to the moon.”

You both laughed at her request, unsure how to break the news that traveling to the moon wasn't an option.

“Anywhere on Earth?”

She nodded, holding up the stuffed elephant she had won at the science fair.

“Ice cream.”

Spencer’s smile faltered slightly, but you reached down to reassure him. He wanted to make it up to her with some grand gesture, like taking her to the beach or Disney World. But she didn’t care where they were, as long as she was with her dad.

He kissed her forehead and nodded, standing back up.

“I’m going to go unpack and then we can have ice cream.”

She smiled at him, showing off a gap in her front teeth where a tooth once stood a couple weeks ago.

“Then we can watch Frozen.”

This suggestion had him groaning internally, but you managed to guilt-trip him into sitting down for the whole movie. If you had to see Frozen five times a week, so would he.

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Repairing Hearts 👷🏻‍♂️❤️‍🩹

Mini Series

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader (Y/N)

Summary: Reader (Y/N) is a single mom, struggling to fix her leaky roof. She posts an ad on social media desperate for help. When local repairman, Jensen Ackles offers to help, the two grow an unexpected connection that grows.

Warnings: SMUT (p in v, wrap it up kids), other mature themes, mild language, emotional topics. (If there is any that I missed please let me know) I will label the warnings in each part!

Part 5: Reader’s POV

Warnings: language, arguing/angst, light smut, and fluff.

The air was crisp, with a soft breeze carrying the scent of freshly popped popcorn and cotton candy as we made our way through the zoo. Aria skipped ahead, her excitement practically radiating off her in waves as she tugged at Jensen’s hand, pulling him toward the direction of the elephant exhibit.

“Come on, come on!” she squealed, her little voice filled with pure joy. “I want to see the elephants first!”

Jensen grinned down at her, letting her lead the way. “Alright, princess. Elephants it is,” he said, his tone playful as he glanced back at me with that familiar warmth in his eyes. It still took me by surprise sometimes—how naturally he fit into our lives, how easily he had bonded with Aria.

We had spent the whole week planning this trip to the zoo, and Aria had barely contained her excitement the night before, chattering on and on about the elephants. They had always been her favorite. She loved their big ears, their gentle eyes, and the way they moved so slowly and gracefully despite their size.

When we finally reached the elephant exhibit, Aria pressed her face against the railing, her eyes wide as she stared at the giant creatures.

“Look, Mommy! They’re so big!” she exclaimed, pointing at the elephants as they slowly lumbered across the enclosure.

I smiled, leaning down next to her. “They are, baby. Aren’t they beautiful?”

Jensen knelt down beside her, his hand resting gently on her back. “Did you know elephants are one of the smartest animals in the world?”

Aria’s eyes lit up with curiosity. “Really?”

“Really,” he said, nodding. “They can remember things for years, and they even have their own way of talking to each other.”

I watched them interact, my heart swelling with affection. Aria hung on Jensen’s every word, soaking in everything he said as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world. And the way he looked at her—with such patience, such care—it made my chest ache in the best way possible. He even bought her a stuffed animal elephant that she’s going to love and cherish forever.

The day passed in a blur of laughter and excitement. We explored every corner of the zoo, from the giraffes to the penguins to the big cats, and Aria loved every second of it. Jensen carried her on his shoulders when her little legs got tired, and I couldn’t stop smiling, watching the two of them together. It felt so easy, so right—like we were already a family.

As the sun started to dip low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the zoo, we decided to head home. Aria had fallen asleep in the back seat before we even left the parking lot, exhausted from the excitement of the day. I glanced at Jensen, his hands resting on the steering wheel as he drove, his eyes soft as he watched the road.

“Thank you,” I said quietly, reaching over to rest my hand on his arm. “For today. It meant so much to her.”

Jensen smiled, his hand covering mine, squeezing gently. “It meant a lot to me too, Y/N. I love spending time with you both.”

I smiled back, feeling the warmth of his words settle into my heart. “We love spending time with you too.”

When we got home, I tucked Aria into bed making sure she had her stuffed animal Elephant close to her, which she decided to call him “Dumbo” from the Disney movie. Jensen and I were sitting on the couch, basking in the glow of the perfect day, laughing about Aria’s excitement over the elephants and how she had tried to convince Jensen to adopt one as a pet.

But then we heard a knock at the door — wondering who it could be at this hour. And to my dismay, standing at the front door, leaning against the frame with a scowl on his face, was Aria’s dad. I hadn’t seen him in months—hadn’t heard from him since the day he decided being a father was too much responsibility for him. And now, here he was, showing up unannounced like he had any right to be here.

I felt my stomach twist with a mix of anxiety and anger as I looked at him. Jensen’s eyes were immediately on me, his expression hardening when he followed my gaze and saw who was waiting for us.

“Y/N,” my ex said, his voice dripping with annoyance. “We need to talk.”

I straightened my back, trying to keep my voice calm. “What are you doing here?”

He shrugged, pushing off the doorframe. “I figured it was time I saw my daughter. I’ve got rights, you know.”

My jaw clenched. The audacity of him showing up here after all this time—after abandoning Aria and me—was almost too much to handle. “You don’t get to just show up out of nowhere, acting like you care.”

He rolled his eyes, stepping closer, and I could see the anger in his expression. “Don’t act like I’m the bad guy, Tianna. You kept me out of her life.”

“YOU abandoned me when I got pregnant! And now all of sudden that’s my fault that you’re not part of her life!?” I say, frustration and anger in my voice. I couldn’t believe the bullshit that was coming out of his mouth.

I could feel the tension building, my chest tightening with the familiar hurt and frustration that always seemed to follow him. But before I could say anything else, Jensen stepped forward, placing himself between me and my ex. His presence was solid, protective, and the look in his eyes was cold as steel.

“That’s enough,” Jensen said, his voice calm but dangerous. “You’ve got no right to talk to her like that.”

My ex narrowed his eyes, clearly irritated by Jensen’s presence. “Who the hell are you?” he snapped, looking Jensen up and down like he was sizing him up.

Jensen didn’t back down. “I’m the one who’s been here for Y/N and Aria while you’ve been off doing whatever the hell you’ve been doing. You want to talk? You do it with respect.”

My ex let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “Respect? You’re just some random guy she’s messing around with.”

Jensen’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t rise to the bait. Instead, he took a step closer, his voice dropping low. “I’m the man who’s taking care of your daughter and the woman you walked out on. So, unless you’ve got something useful to say, I suggest you leave.”

There was a beat of silence, tension crackling in the air. My ex stared at Jensen, clearly trying to decide if he wanted to push the issue, but something in the way Jensen stood—calm, steady, unflinching—made him think twice. With a scoff, he turned his back on us, muttering under his breath as he walked away.

I stood there, my heart racing, watching as he disappeared into the night. It wasn’t until he was completely out of sight that I let out the breath I’d been holding.

Jensen turned to me, his eyes softening as he took my hand. “You okay?”

I nodded, feeling a wave of relief wash over me. “Yeah... I just can’t believe he showed up like that.”

Jensen pulled me into his arms, holding me tight. “He won’t bother you again, sweetheart. I’ll make sure of it.”

I melted into his embrace, feeling safe in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time. “Thank you,” I whispered against his chest, my voice shaky with emotion.

Jensen kissed the top of my head, his hand stroking my back. “You don’t have to thank me, sweetheart. I’m here for you. For both of you.”

Later that night, I stood by the window, staring out at the street, still shaken from earlier. My ex’s sudden appearance had dredged up so many emotions—anger, hurt, fear. Even though he was gone, the memory of his harsh words lingered like a dark cloud over the perfect day we had spent at the zoo.

I hated that he had this power over me, even now. I hated that he could show up and stir up all that hurt after being absent for so long. He had no right to disrupt our lives like this, especially not after everything I had built with Aria on my own. And now, with Jensen in the picture, things were different. We were different.

I felt strong, but in moments like this, that strength wavered.

“Hey,” Jensen’s voice was soft as he walked up behind me, his arms slipping around my waist. I leaned back against him, closing my eyes and letting the warmth of his body calm the storm inside me. “You’ve been quiet since he left.”

I sighed, my heart heavy. “I just can’t stop thinking about him—how he thinks he can just show up and disrupt everything. It’s like he thinks he has some right to Aria, when he’s never been there for her. Or for me.”

Jensen turned me around to face him, his eyes filled with understanding. “I get it, babe. He walked away when you needed him the most, and now he wants to pretend he’s entitled to something. But he’s not. He doesn’t get to just come in and make demands.”

I looked up into his eyes, grateful for the reassurance, but still, a part of me couldn’t shake the fear. “What if he tries to come back again? What if he causes trouble? I don’t want Aria to be hurt by him.”

Jensen’s expression hardened, his jaw tightening. “He won’t, I promise you that. I won’t let him near you or Aria. He had his chance, and he blew it. I’m here now, and I’m not going anywhere.”

The intensity in his voice sent a wave of comfort through me. I believed him. I always did. Jensen wasn’t just saying those words—he meant them. Every touch, every look, every moment we’d shared had proven that he wasn’t going to leave. Not like my ex had.

I reached up, brushing my fingers along his jaw, feeling the stubble beneath my touch. “I’m so glad you’re here,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.

Jensen leaned down, his lips brushing against mine. The kiss started soft, but there was something deeper there—something more urgent. His hands tightened around my waist, pulling me closer, and I felt that familiar spark ignite between us.

“You have no idea how much love you, Y/N,” he murmured against my lips, his breath warm as his hands slid up my sides, teasing the edge of my shirt. “Every time I look at you, I fall harder.”

My heart raced, the weight of his words sinking in as his mouth moved to my neck, leaving a trail of heated kisses down to my collarbone. His touch was intoxicating, making me forget everything but him—forget the pain, forget the fear.

“I love you too,” I breathed, my fingers tangling in his hair as I pressed my body against his. “Jensen…”

He lifted me easily, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me toward the bedroom, his lips never leaving mine. The air between us was charged with that electric pull, that undeniable need that had been building since the moment we met.

Once inside the room, he laid me down on the bed, his body hovering over mine as his gaze locked onto me with a fierce intensity. “You’re mine, baby. All of you. I’m never letting you go.”

I shivered at the possessiveness in his voice, feeling the heat in my core build as his hands slid down my body, tugging at the hem of my shirt before pulling it over my head. “I don’t want you to,” I whispered, my breath catching as he kissed me again, deeper this time.

Every kiss, every touch was filled with that unspoken promise—that no matter what happened, Jensen was here to stay. And as his hands roamed my body, exploring every inch of me with a burning desire, I knew that he was right. We were building something real, something lasting, and no one—especially not my ex—could take that away from us.

Jensen’s POV

Watching Y/N underneath me, her lips swollen from our kisses, her breath coming in soft, ragged gasps, I knew there was no turning back. I’d never felt anything like this before—this all-consuming need to be with someone, to protect them, to make sure they knew just how much they meant to me.

She looked up at me, her eyes dark and full of trust, and it hit me right then and there—I didn’t want to spend another day without her. I wanted to be the man she and Aria could rely on for the rest of their lives.

“Y/N,” I murmured, my hands sliding down to her hips as I kissed her again, slower this time, savoring the way her body responded to mine. “There’s something I’ve been thinking about.”

Her eyes fluttered open, her breath catching as she looked up at me. “What is it?”

I paused for a moment, feeling the weight of the moment settle in my chest. I’d never done this before, but with her, it felt right. Hell, it felt like the only thing that made sense.

I sat up, pulling her with me until we were both sitting on the edge of the bed. Her shirt was gone, and her hair was a mess, but she looked so damn beautiful, it took my breath away. I reached into the pocket of my jeans, my heart pounding in my chest as I pulled out the small box I’d been carrying around for days, waiting for the right moment.

“This,” I said softly, holding up the box, “is what I’ve been thinking about.”

Y/N’s eyes widened, her hand flying to her mouth as she stared at the box in my hand. “Jensen…”

I opened it, revealing the simple yet elegant ring inside. “I know it’s fast. I know we haven’t been together for that long, but I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. You and Aria… you’re everything to me. I want to be here for you, every day, for the rest of our lives.”

Tears filled her eyes as she looked from the ring to me, her lips trembling. “Jensen…”

“I love you, Y/N. I love Aria. I want to build a life with you, and I’m asking you to marry me. To let me be the man who takes care of you, who protects you, and who loves you for the rest of my life.”

For a moment, she was silent, her hand still covering her mouth as tears streamed down her cheeks. My heart raced, waiting for her answer, but the look in her eyes told me everything I needed to know.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice breaking as she smiled through the tears. “Yes, I’ll marry you.”

Relief and joy surged through me as I slipped the ring onto her finger, pulling her into my arms. I kissed her deeply, pouring every ounce of love I had into that kiss, knowing that from this moment on, everything was about to change.

She was mine, and I was hers. Forever.

Reader’s POV

And in that moment, I knew without a doubt that he meant every word. Jensen wasn’t just part of my life—he was part of our family, and nothing, not even Aria’s dad, could change that.

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