#thats a comfort sweater if I've ever seen one

[transgender-catboy]

Nothin worse then folks purposefully turning gay ships straight and desexifying miserable hairy fat men by making them anime twinks

[seravph]

Hi, I didn't really know who to reach out for this question, but do you have any tips on how to find your own unique fashion style? I'm not really looking to hop on popular clothing trends on social media e.g. eboy/girl or cottagecore, so I'm not exactly sure where to start! I come to consult you because I've seen some of your posts and you look very well versed in fashion and you seem to know your own personal style. My wardrobe is very outdated and I would like to update it to reflect the truest expression of myself. Thank you 😊 You don't have to answer this if you don't feel like doing so btw 😅

EEEE more fashion asks i love these thank you!!!! warning this got a lil (very) long so its under the cut :^)

so first and foremost the most important part about curating your own style is to learn more about your body and what flatters/doesnt flatter it. it's learning some basic fashion 'rules' pertaining to proportions, cuts, etc. there are plenty of resources on this if you dont know where to start (kibbe body test, video, video) but keep in mind this step has nothing to do with your weight!!!! i could talk wayyy more about this but at the end of the day, some clothing is just more flattering for specific body shapes - that doesnt mean you cant wear something that isnt perfectly flattering, but knowing your body and knowing what flatters it will make you understand your own style and help guide the pieces you buy. fashion 'rules' arent necessarily meant to be followed, but just understood so that 'breaking' them is a conscious choice. (it also really helped with my insecurities???? like this step is basically recognizing that its not your body thats unflattering, its the clothing, if that makes sense???)

also remember that every 'style' works for every body type. i.e if you want to be a 60s vibe but youre too curvy for shift dresses, there are plenty of clothes in a similar style that would look great on you <3 basically, if you dont like the way a piece looks on you, you can still achieve the same vibe with a different article of clothing thats more flattering. but also umm.... you can just wear the unflattering thing if you want LOL if it makes you happy... then it becomes your own controlled decision <3 live love laugh follow your heart

okay. now that you have that out of the way. there are a million ways to develop a sense of style, and no particular order in which i recommend them. what i love doing is creating pinterest boards for the spring/summer or fall/winter seasons and just filling them with pieces i would wear in a perfect world. i dont mean like cottagecore aesthetic boards, just boards full of runway looks and clothing pngs that i like. i also love making little outfits for characters which can influence my own style. everyone thinks of their style differently; i think of my own outfits as little vignettes with narratives behind them, but other people are more concerned with just wearing things they think are pretty, other people view it as an expression of art or their identity, and other people just want to feel comfortable!!! its all up to you and what youre drawn to!!

one thing that tan france mentioned once was to go online window shopping by going onto the website for a brand you like (regardless of whether its affordable or realistic!) and just adding things to your cart that youre interested in. dont worry about how expensive they are or anything, and when youre done, remove all the items you like the least. and then keep reviewing and removing until you have just a handful of really nice items you really like, and keep doing this with other brands until you can identify common threads between the pieces you like. you dont have to buy them!! in fact maybe its better if you dont!!! and the websites dont have to be like zara or h&m ... go on balmain or chanel if you want, play pretend and have fun!!

re: the last bullet point, i think a big turn off for people in terms of fashion is the idea that you need to wear something palatable and 'appropriate.' its like looking at a runway and thinking "its nice, but i would never wear that in real life." but honestly????? in a perfect world i would be wearing full gowns to the supermarket!!!! if your ideal style is imaginative but unattainable, your style in practice will be a microcosm of it. basically... dream big... dont be afraid to 'overdress' if its what you like!! one of the best pieces of advice i ever got was from my aunt, who offered to by me a plastic tiara. i asked her when i was ever going to wear it irl, and she just looked at me and said "??? you can wear it whenever you want to!!" so true!!! wear a tutu to mcdonalds. wear a bedazzled tux to prom. who cares

accessories, nail polish, hair, jewelry, perfume and makeup goes a long way in developing style. i dont wear a ton of makeup, but just putting some color on my cheeks achieves a kind of sunkissed lovestruck vibe that i strive for. i paint my nails red because i think its chic or bright colors so they contrast with a toned down outfit. even wearing no accessories is an accessory in itself. accessorizing (or specifically not accessorizing) is like adding texture to an outfit imo

anything that advises you about 'absolutely necessary essentials everyone needs' is entirely wrong. there is no one size fits all; i.e everyone says you need one good pair of denim jeans, but i havent worn jeans in two years!!! an essential for ME is a pair of neutral wool shorts, but an essential for another person could be a thick knit sweater or for another person, a flannel. the idea that everyone needs a 'little black dress' or a 'basic white t shirt' is preposterous. YOUR essentials depend entirely on YOUR style. a pair of denim jeans is useless if you hate wearing jeans!!!!

as for my personal style, im mostly influenced by movies, books, songs, characters, feelings, colors, high fashion, and costumes. ultimately, you should worry less about what you want to be and worry more about what you already like. every piece i have kind of plays into some narrative ive constructed, or otherwise theyre all special to me :) if you want to update your wardrobe, dont feel the need to over consume fast fashion (or any fashion for that matter) to do so. if you take it slow and buy pieces you really love, every item will have a story and you'll begin to develop a more stable internal style and they'll last longer :)

let me know if you have questions or want me to talk more about any of this because i really love answering these kinds of questions!!!!!! especially the body type thing because thats such an important but long winded thing i couldnt really fit it all LOL

some more videos + resources about style and fashion i think are interesting:

deep dive into kibbe body types

pinterest aesthetics, fatphobia, and white washing

lies about clothes to unlearn in your twenties

studio ghibli: how clothing shapes identity

breakfast at tiffanys style analysis: the reinvention of onself with fashion

will the millennial aesthetic ever end?

go viral, post #spon, get canceled: how social media transformed fashion in the 2010s

analyzing the "is it a cute outfit or is she just skinny?" meme

[fivefeetfear]

Chapter 4

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(Y/N) spent about an hour showing Spinel around the small town, giving the pink gem a rundown of the tiny metropolis. At some point Spinel stopped processing the words the short girl was saying since her brain seems to be on the fritz as alarms went off in her head. Because at this very moment (Y/N) was holding her hand. She was holding (Y/N) hand. They are holding hands! This was all she could think about for the last hour; they're laced fingers locked together. It felt nice. However, as a means of distraction from the hand holding, the pink gem began to pay attention to (Y/N) facial expressions. The taller gem admiring every smile line whenever she smiled, or the way her eyebrows knitted together or the way her cute nose scrunches up! This isn’t helping. Spinel averts her eyes when the (Y/G) would glance up at her. She could feel her cheeks glowing pink. Shit she was almost caught staring! Little did Spinel knew, she was, a few times, and it only made (Y/N) smile as she walked closer to Spinel; their arms brushing against one another every so often.

"Ok, I think it's time for us to take a break. I'm going to take you to my favorite ice cream shop! They have the best (F/F) ever! It's so creamy and sweet, I know you'll love it." She sighs softly ready to have her favorite frozen treat.

"There it is!" The (C/G) gem calls out happily, (Y/N) picks up her pace as she tugs the pink gem along. Spinel grins to herself eagerness; she had a feeling she has to get used to the idea of her arm possibly be dislocated. And she was ok with that. The two approached a cute yellow shop with a large neon sign reading "Scoops". Before the two made it to the door, the tall gem used her stretching abilities to open the door and gestured for (Y/N) to go first.

"After you ." Spinel says softly.

"Thank you." Y/N replies as she walked into the chilly shop. The two made their way to the front, standing at the register was a short teal Opal gem, she waves at them politely as she glanced at the familiar (Y/G)

"Would you like your usual Ms. (Y/N)?" Opal asks getting ready to punch in the order.

"Yes!" the (Y/G) answers nearly rocking in place, eyes wide with childlike wonder. The teal Opal looks over at Spinel and asks her for her order too.

"I'll take a raspberry cone please." The magenta gem orders. The list was huge so she just called out the first one she could see. Food wasn’t her thing but she enjoys sweets.

"Ok, your total will be $7.45." Opal confirms with a bright smile. Spinel reached into her sweater pocket to pull out her money, Steven had given her some for the outing. The slim gem then glances over sees (Y/N) pulling out her wallet from her dress pocket. Um no? She was not about to let this cutie pay for her, not on her watch. With a heavy sigh, Spinel begrudgingly releases the short gem's hand. The pink gem stretches her arm around (Y/N) and swipes the wallet from her grasp. (E/C) eyes widen as they followed the hand as it springs back to Spinel. The pink gem tucked it away in her sweater for safekeeping.

"Spi-"

"I gotcha covered." She says coolly giving the cashier the proper amount of money.

"But you're my guest; I'm supposed to treat you." The (Y/G) explains as she pouts gazing up at the pink girl. God, she's too damn cute for her own sake. It wasn't fair on how big of an impact (Y/N) has over her already. Spinel averts her eyes away as she rubs the back of her neck.

"It's the least I could do for you for being so nice to me." Spinel informs as she gives (Y/N) a shy smile. (Y/N) chest tighten as her cheeks lit up. This was the first time she has seen Spinel smile! And it was so cute! The (E/C) eyed female could feel the gem on her neck grow warm as she memorized the wrinkles by Spinel's eyes. The short gem hums thoughtfully before taking the frozen treats.

"Fine, but next time I'm treating!" she says, playfully bumping hips with the taller gem. Spinel's left brow quirks up as her orbs followed her retreating figure. Next time? She wanted to ask what she meant by that but decided against it. Maybe when they were lone.

................................

The pair made their way across the street to a large park in the middle of Little Homeworld. They sat on a bench as they finished their frozen treats in a comfortable silence. Spinel watched as other couples wander the park enjoying the warm weather. Her eyes spotted two gems holding hands as they sat on the swing beside each other. Her eyes drifted down towards (Y/N) petite hands that rested next to hers. Feeling warm under the collar, Spinel tried to summon the courage to touch her hand, but she couldn't do it! The pink gem was in an internal war with herself as she trembled in her spot wanting to have physical connect with her again. UGHHH why was she so pathetic!

"Spinel?"

"Yes!" the pink gem shouts nervously startling (Y/N).

"I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean t-to shout." (Y/G) waves it off as she leans in closer into Spinel's personal space.

"Don’t worry about it, I just wanted to make sure you were having.” (Y/N) hums sweetly as she swings her short legs, her feet barely touching the ground.

"Y-yeah, I'm having f-fun, but I've b-been meaning to ask y-you something. S-something that d-doesn't make any sense." Spinel informs, her voice trailed off at the end. (Y/N) stops swinging her feet and turned her body to let Spinel know she has her full attention.

"Sure, what is it?" Spinel could feel every atom in her body shaking with fear, her chest constricting tightly with each second that goes by. Relax, she needed to....relax. The pink gem took in a deep breath holding it for ten seconds and slowly releasing it. Ok, she could do this. Spinel lifts her head higher as she shifts her magenta orbs to look directly into (E/C) eyes.

"At the ice cream parlor you said, you’ll be treating next time. What did you mean by that?” (Y/N) blinks her eyes several times as she tilts her head to the side.

“Well it means I would like to hang out without with again.” The curvy gem answers like it was obvious. Or at least she thought SHE was being obvious about her crush towards Spinel.

“See thats what I don’t get? Why do you want to hang out with me again?” Spinel quips anxiously back needing more clarity. Why would she want to be around her! Spinel knew (F/N) and everyone in Little Homeworld knew who she is! They have to know what she has done! And if she does why does she wants to be even near her!!

"Because you're nice." (Y/N) answers simply as she waited for the slender gems reaction. The (Y/G) didn’t understand why this was so important to Spinel. It seems like she wants a life altering answer on why she wants to be spend time with her but she doesn’t have one.

The dots were not connecting for the pink gem and it was beginning to irritate her. Spinel sat unmoving on the bench as she stared down at the (Y/G), her expression completely unreadable. (Y/N) began to shift her eyes around growing nervous under the magenta hues. Did she say something wrong? Before (Y/N) could speak, Spinel started chuckling to herself, it gradually got louder and it threw (Y/N) completely off guard. It was not a happy laugh either, it was a laugh empty of joy and filled to the brim with bitterness.

"W-what's so funny?" (Y/N) asks meekly. Spinel quicks her laughing then snaps her attention back to the short gem as she frowns in disdain.

"You. You're what's funny!" she responses mockingly. Ok? The short girl's eyes widen with confusions as she grips the hem of her dress in firmly completely confused what is happening. Spinel resumes her spiteful laughter as she leans forward placing her elbows on her knees. The pink gem felt like she had completely crashed and could not help the uncontrollable laughter that erupted from her form. Spinel has spent the majority of the day thinking about why a talented and beautiful gem such as (Y/N) wanted to hang around her? A gem that is twisted and completely unstable! And to hear her say it was because she thinks she is nice! What a joke! Where on earth would she get that idea from? Spinel hasn't done anything nice in her life! All she has ever been was a burden!

The self-hatred laughter died down, she then sharpens her eyes in a scowl. Her teeth gritted down as the pink gem felt the fire of distrust burn within. Was she toying with her? (Y/N) has to know who she is and what she has done, right?! Of course, she knows! She is friends with the Crystal Gems! Maybe this was a setup! Was she using some form of reverse psychology? Maybe this was all some elaborate plan to see if she is still as unhinged as the day she left.Why else would she be gaslighting her like this? Paranoia floods her mind drowning any rational thought she had left. Spinel felt her eyebrows twitch uncontrollably as she let her insecurity devour her.

"Did you hit your head or something? Or are you always this full of shit? Why would you think that? I know you heard about me and what I've done. I gave you no reason to believe I am nice. Was it because I bought you ice-cream, mmhm!? If that's your only proof then you set the standards for yourself pretty damn low! It's sad really! If that's all that it takes for you to consider ME nice to consider hanging out with me, I can’t imagine what I have to do to get between your legs." Spinel cracks with a sadistic grin.

(Y/N) eyes widen in anger as she stood up from the spot on the bench, her hand glowing a bright (F/C) as she reeled it back as far as she can and swung it forward with all her might. She refused to let anyone talk to her like that.

SLAP

Spinel head swirls around from the powerful impact as she hisses in pain. Damn, that really hurt, she knew it was going to leave a nasty bruise. The pink gem unwind her neck as she cupped her injured cheek, her eyes meeting teary (E/C) ones. (Y/N) breathed heavily in anger as her tiny hands shook with rage.

"You are such-"

"A bitch? Asshole? Monster?!" Spinel suggested with a crooked smile. The pink gem felt her figurative heartbreak knowing this was her defense mechanism trying to protect her. Protecting her from any more pain. The hatred that she harbors for herself had completely overruled Spinel's hope for any potential relationship with (Y/N). She knew she was already attached to the (Y/G), and it scared her on how quickly it happened. The magenta gem refused to let anyone have that kind of hold on her again.

(Y/N) seethed in rage as her fists glowed once more, angry tears building up in her eyes.

"To t-think you...you...fuck!" (Y/N) growls under her breath, choking on her tears. How did this happen? How did this day take a wild one eighty!? (Y/N) saw a crowd begin to form and it took everything inside her to ignore the stares.

"To think what? That I was NICE?" Spinel snaps as she reaches over and grabs (Y/N) wrist.

"Oh I'm a swell gal alright. I'm sooooo nice that I brought an injector to earth filled with Bio-Poison to kill your precious Steven! To completely wipe him out from existence right along with the planet and his friends! YOUR friends! So please tell me what it is that you?!” Spinel demands as she glared harshly at (Y/N). The furious gem began to tower over the (G/C) girl as she grabs her other wrist to yank her closer, staring directly into (E/C) hues trying to figure out what her aim is.

"ANSWER ME!" She screams into the short gem's face, panic laced within her words.

"To think you were the one that found me!" (Y/N) roars back into the Spinel's face refusing to let the pink gem intimidate her. Spinel's face contours in confusion when her words-processed in her head. Found her? What did she mean by that?

(Y/N) growls as a blinding white light consumed her form, this startled Spinel as her grasped loosen around her wrist. The (G/C) gem latched her hands onto Spinel's forearms keeping her in place.

"Let go of me!" Spinel yells frantically trying to escape the iron grip of the short gem, but no dice. The light then creeps up onto the base of Spinel's forearms and spread to the rest of her body. This kicked her into panic mode as her eyes dilated in fear, feeling her skin heating up.

The two then vanished into thin air.

[5-secondsofcolor]

The Haunting of Hood House || C. H.

Prompt: "Listen, I know it's late, but I've been watching Buzzfeed Unsolved and...can you come over?"

Word count: 1.4k ish

TW: a little bit Spoopy and swearing

This is a part of a Halloween collab hosted by the lovely @maluminspace and @h0tsos (thanks so much for hosting these!!!).

EVENT MASTERLIST!

Calum settled onto the couch long ago. He didn’t plan for a marathon but the chilly October afternoon called for a spooky show. One episode of Buzzfeed Unsolved after another, he watches as Ryan tries to contain Shane between fits of fear. Calums only off the couch long enough to grab a pizza before continuing on with episodes of it.

It’s only once he’s run out of episodes that he realizes how late it’s gotten. The light from the TV is the only thing that illuminates his home.

It feels like the whole house stretches with him as he gets off the couch. The darkness plays with the space in his peripherals as he grabs his phone and flips on the flashlight. It's only then that he realizes he's afraid to go back across the room.

Was that something he saw? The photos in the living room feel like they’re staring, observing as he tries to calm himself. This is ridiculous, he thinks to himself as he walks into the living room and shuts off the TV.

Unsure why he felt the need to be so silent, he turned on the hallway light and started the way to his bedroom. Maybe, it’s a night to turn in early. Duke’s nails on the hardwood floor are the only noise he hears and he heads back down the hall and to his bedroom.

Paranoia only grows as he tries to shower. He’s hyper aware of every creek in the house and can’t help but try to plan what to do if someone tried to wander in now. He’d have nothing to protect himself with. What’s he going to do? Toss a shampoo bottle at a ghost?

Instinctively, he dials Vanessas number as he gets ready for bed.

“Are you busy?”

“A little bit. Just trying to sort out some things before work Monday.”

A creek from down the hall pushes him to cut the crap. There’s no way he’s sleeping alone tonight, “Listen, I know it’s late, but I’ve been watching Buzzfeed Unsolved and… can you come over?”

Her laugh starts to unknot the anxiety in his chest. “Cal, you’ve got to stop doing this to yourself. Remember the one time with Ashton?”

“It was not my finest moment,” he admits.

“That’s a funny thing to call the full blown paranormal investigation. All the apps on your phone. What was it? iGhost?” She lays into him. He knew she wouldn’t let it go the last time he had to ask her over for the same thing but he swears there’s something to the house.

“Well I was thinking, maybe we could have a nice breakfast in the morning,” he pivots. Not exactly happy to talk about the last time he did this to himself. That time he had to have his mom pray a protective karakia over the phone just to go back to spending time at home alone.

“You drive a hard bargain, Hood. Just sit tight with Caspar and I’ll head right over.”

Hes not that upset at her teasing but he can’t hide the bit of whine in his voice as he shouts back, “it’s not funny!”

“I’m sorry. I’ll stop. I’ll see you in a little bit.”

“Ok. Drive safe.”

He burrows further into bed to wait for her. The covers might be nothing’s more than fabric and feathers but they make him feel safer and the room grows darker and darker around him.

A large crashing comes from the back of the house and he knows he should stay in bed and ignore the noise. Something stronger pulls at him and he starts to walk down the hall and back into his music room, the only place something that large could’ve fallen.

He holds his breath, trying not to break the silence, as he pushes the door open, his eyes take a moment to adjust to the darkness. At first, he can only make out a few of the frames hanging on the wall and old awards that hang out on the bookshelves. Nothing looks out of order, yet.

Moving as quick as possible, he reaches into the room and turns on the light. The room itself is empty and not a single item is out of place. Double checking every possible hiding spot only causes his stomach to sink. There’s nothing to be found and that makes it all feel so much worse.

His voice is not loud, and he forces it to stay steady as he calls out, “Nessa? Vanessa?”

There’s no chance that he’d have missed her coming in. He would’ve had to unlock the front door but he still hopes for a mundane explanation.

No such answer is found. Instead hes left standing in the perfectly boring room, becoming acutely aware of the air, cold and thick around him and the odd babbling coming from the front of the house. It was not loud enough to make out words but steady enough to be undeniable. The house was alive in a way he had never known.

A laugh abruptly breaks through the murmurs but it was wrong, distorted as it rose filling the whole house with its inhuman sound. Then it fell. Leaving nothing but silence. Absolute silence.

It’s nothing, just tricks, the night and your brain playing tricks on you, Calum tells himself as he returns to bed. Maybe if he repeats it enough he’ll believe it.

——

The murmurms come and go a few more times, making it feel like the house is coming alive in waves. The time ticks slowly as he finds comfort in his room only. Duke held tightly to his side as he listened, too afraid to anger the house if he tried to drown it out with music.

Three heavy knocks on the door cut through all the noise. Finally. He hops out of bed and opens the front door

“Calum?” Vanessa’s voice sounds small, distant, as she steps into the house. “Are you ok?

“Yeah. Let’s just—let’s just go to bed yeah?”

He grasps her hand, wasting no time in getting down the hall and back under his covers, the only place that felt safe in the insanity. Last time he watches anything of the sort. No matter how funny it had been to think of haunted houses and demons on bridges, it would never be worth this feeling. He swears off everything as he finally feels a bit of security with her back home. The other side of the bed shifts. He pulls her in, his grasp loose and then tightening as the house settles and sleep slowly takes over.

“How was the drive over?” He asks as she settles against him. Her skin is unusually cold against his. It’s only then that he realizes she wasn’t wearing a sweater when she came in.

“Cold.”

“I can feel that,” he takes her hands into his. Clasping them between his own to warm them. He gently rubs them together. Even in the dark that something is missing.

“Where’s your ring?” He asks, the heirloom hardly ever left her finger.

“I don't know.” Her response is so nonchalant he takes it for exhaustion on her part. He accepts the night as done with; maybe the morning would be better. For now, her presence is comforting enough to lull him to sleep.

He wakes up in a room thats all too loud, the murmuring is back and sounds closer than ever. It almost feels like the noise is coming from within his head. The cold has him immediately reaching to pull Vanessa close but there’s no one there.

It takes a moment for him to register another set of knocks on the front door. He checks his phone for the time. “Missed Call Nessa” his phone reads back, a shiver runs up his spine as he turns to the empty bed.

Another call from her comes through, he’s quick to answer, “Vanessa?”

“Hey can you open the door? I’ve been waiting.”

“Waiting?”

The now empty bed turns his stomach as his mind runs away. He strides out of his bedroom, stopping by the hallway closet to grab his bat. It’s so stupid. It’s all so stupid, he shakes his head as he unlocks the door and calls, “Open!”

He watches, bat in hand, as someone — or something— takes grasp of the knob and it turns ever so slowly. Was it moments or hours that he stood perfectly still waiting for it to open. It’s Vanessa. It’s got to be Vanessa. Is it better for it to be Vanessa though?

“Holy shit, Calum!,” The alarm is clear in her voice as she stepped back out onto his tiny porch. “What are you doing with that thing?”

“Nothing. I just--”

Vanessa flips the switch, illuminating the living room. The shadows that had played with his mind receding.

He looks back down the hall, it’s normal. Plain and simple, it’s the same hallway he sees every morning, the light to his music room still on. Everything swirls in his head. The other Vanessa, the murmurs, the crashing. Was it all in his head? Will she believe him if he told her everything?

“Cal? Are you ok? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Home - Intro

Summary: Fresh out of a divorce, Y/N moves to Sun Valley for a fresh start, a house left to her by her aunt and a new job as a nanny.

James 'Bucky' Barnes owns a law firm and has been left with three kids after his wife died giving birth to their youngest.

Bucky is nervous about leaving the kids with a nanny but he cant keep finding babysitters and the kids need someone more permanent around.

If you had asked me a year ago where id be right now, i would have said happily married, maybe a kid on the way?

But oh how wrong i was.

I was standing in my new home (a house left to me by my aunt that i was planning on selling!) with two suitcases of my belongings, no husband, no kids.... just me.

I stood looking around the fully furnished house and sighed, it was a lovely house, a bit outdated but i could work on that gradually....I wouldn't be here that often anyway. Before making the move i had applied for a nannying job in town, single father with 3 kids, he called me within the hour to have a phone interview that lasted over an hour. 20 minutes after the call he offered me the job. He was either impressed or desperate, i hadn't worked that out yet!

I dragged my suitcases upstairs and chose a bedroom, i unpacked the suitcases hanging up clothes in the wardrobe. Found some clean sheets and changed the bedsheets before turning in for the night. I had to be at the Barnes residence at 7:30am tomorrow to meet them all in person.

Dressed in blue jeans and purple cable knit sweater i headed to the car and made my way to the Barnes residence.

Pulling up in the 3 car garage as directed i sat leaning forward so i could take in the size of the place! It was huge! Clearly the man made ALOT of money!!

"Well shit" i quietly mumbled to myself grabbing my purse from the passenger seat and making my way up to the front door. The door opened before i even reached it and a young blonde woman opened the door with a tight smile.

"You must be Y/N"

"Yeah, thats me. Hi" i replied giving her a polite smile.

"Im Chloe, Mr Barnes's assistant. He is just finishing up a call, he asked me to show you in"

"Great"

I followed Chloe through the huge house into the living room, i couldn't help but worry about getting lost in here!

"Just wait here he wont be long" Chloe said before turning and making a quick getaway. I sat on the edge of the sofa, knee shaking nervously as i looked around the room, the place was spotless considering three kids lived here.

"Im so sorry Miss Y/L/N, unexpected early morning problems to deal with" a deep voice suddenly said from behind making me stand up to turn and great my new employer.

When i saw him i felt my breath catch in my throat, the man was beautiful! ....i was NOT expecting that at all! 

"Its not a problem Mr Barnes" i smiled trying to ignore the fact he was the prettiest man id ever seen in my life!!

"Please have a seat"

"Thank you"

"Its nice to finally put a face to the name" he smiled looking a little surprised himself, maybe he was expecting an older woman??

"Yeah it sure is, i have to admit your a lot younger than i thought you'd be"

"I get that alot, we started young" he chuckled taking a seat on the sofa across from me "so how did the move go?"

"It was fine, i got in yesterday. Still gotta make it feel like home you know"

"I get that" he nodded looking around the room "i've lived here for 3 years and still doesn't feel like a home. As i said i work alot, i havent had time to do much with the place"

"Its a beautiful home Mr Barnes"

"Please call me James, Mr Barnes is so formal"

"Okay sure, in that case you have to call me Y/N" i smiled "so where are the kids? Its very quiet in here considering you have three young ones"

"Oh it wont stay like that for long, trust me! They stayed at their Uncle Steve's last night while i got the house cleaned. Couldn't have you turning up to messy house on your first day, you would have run a mile"

"I dont mind a bit of mess, its kinda expected when kids are involved anyway" i shrugged.

"I guess its inevitable" he smiled running his hand over his stubbled jaw "So, the hours i need you will vary depending on my work load. Some days i'll be home early and you can head home, others i may get held up and need you to stay"

"Yeah thats fine, im flexible with hours anyway" i nodded "being new to town i dont have any commitments, i'll welcome the distraction to be honest"

"No family or friends in town?"

"Nope, its just me. My aunt left me the farm house when she passed away a few months ago.... i had every intention of selling the place but..... well things changed and i decided a fresh start would be best"

"Well if you ever need anything dont hesitate to ask me"

"Thank you Mr Barnes.... sorry, i mean James" i felt myself blush slightly but he just smiled at me.

"I'll get a room set up for you here too, i dont expect you stay late then drive home. Id feel much better if you would just stay over when that happens"

"Okay, that sounds practical"

"I want you to feel comfortable with us, you will become a big part of our lives. I mean I'm trusting you with the most important things in my life"

"Im sure we'll get along great, and you dont have to worry. I will treat them like they were my own, they will be perfectly safe with me i promise you"

"BUCK WE'RE HOME!" A voice called suddenly followed by the sounds of running and laughing.

"Incoming" He stood up chuckling raising his eyebrows, the door burst open and two girls came busting through the door and dived at him. James scooped up both girls planted kisses on their faces making them giggle.

"How are my girls?"

"We good daddy, uncle Stevie gave us chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast!" The smaller of the two said happily.

"He did?? Did you save me some?"

"Dont be silly daddy"

"Who are you?" The eldest of the two asked me suddenly looking suspicious.

"Im Y/N"

"You daddy's girlfriend?"

"No sweetheart, this is Y/N. She's going to be looking after you while im at work"

"No more Mrs Fisher???"

"Nope"

"YES!! she was mean!.... your not mean are you?"

"I dont think so" i laughed finding it amusing.

"Y/N's not mean at all! I think you guys are gonna get along just fine" James said smiling.

"Hey Buck" a tall blonde man appeared in the doorway with a toddler in his arms.

"Hey Steve, this is Y/N. Our new nanny"

Steve's eyebrows shot up quickly, he looked at James then over to me before smiling.

"Hi, nice to meet you" he held out his free hand for me to shake.

"You too, you must be uncle Steve"

"Guilty" he smiled before passing the baby over to James.

"Okay, so i guess i should introduce you to the kids".

A/N: I will add a ‘keep reading’ later, i still cant do it on mobile!! 🤬