#nanny!reader

[willoryn]

Nanny reader anon here! I love this omg. Thank you for answering!!

Nanny!Reader is completely oblivious in my imagination. Won’t realize she’s being courted until the wedding day (or rather, wedding night 👀) level of obliviousness. Seeing someone? What does that have to do with work?? Do they think she’s secretly bringing strange men around their daughter??? She would never!! Please don’t fire her, Your Majesties!! Oh that’s not it? Then why the interrogation…?

All these gifts are so sweet, but so unnecessary! But thank you of course! Oh, but they’re getting a bit bold… are you sure this wasn’t meant for his majesty, Queen Lilith…?

Charlie no! Nanny!Reader is not mama or mommy reader or nanny mama! Please stop before your parents hear! What does you mean mommy and daddy said Nanny!Reader is other mommy now…?

Why are the other staff and servants addressing reader as her highness??? The closest she’s ever been to being royal was a part time job at Dairy Queen during her school years!!

SJBDJCJD Oblivious reader is so good and can be so cute honestly 😭😭 like, you're sitting there wondering how you didn't notice it before... despite the fact that they were being so not subtle about it they may as well have had a big neon sign over their heads that read "WE LOVE YOU PLEASE MARRY US"

But also consider... you finally catch on to their courting long before then. Whether it be by you simply putting two and two together, or them making their feelings known to you in their own way, leaving the door open for you to make the choice on whether or not to walk through yourself.

They understand if you don't feel comfortable staying with them anymore... what they are asking of you is not at all appropriate for the original agreement you signed up for. But they've fallen so hard for you that they simply can't hide how they truly feel anymore.

The choice is yours whether or not you want to stay. You could disappear from theirs and Charlie's lives tomorrow morning. They won't stop you. But it would hurt so fucking bad.

Their door is always open for you.

Literally.

That night, after hours of mulling over your own feelings for the couple, your mind is made up.

And instead of packing your bags, instead of running far away into the night never to return, you think about how much you've come to love them too. how much you love charlie. How you don't think you could ever bear the thought of leaving them behind. They've become too important to you. And vice versa.

So instead, you sneak out of your room, down the long hallway towards the bedroom of the king and queen.

Your heart thumping hard in your chest as you grab the handles to the two large doors that lead into their bedchamber, knowing that what you're about to do is going to completely turn your ordinary life into something you never could've imagined for yourself...

You turn the handles and step inside to your new life.

[willoryn]

Lu and Lily inviting nanny!reader to go out on a trip into the city with them to buy some things for Charlie's schooling. Which they definitely do! But it also gives them a reason to spoil you with some gifts of your own. They even treat you to a nice meal and it's definitely not a date btw.

They just wanna get to know you better! That's all! And they keep it strictly professional, of course!

Such as subtly prodding to find out if you're seeing anyone right now-

[tojisteddy]

It’s a rarity that Simon Riley is home for Christmas. So of course you, Nanny!Reader are doing impromptu Christmas photos.

cw: 18+ mdni, fluff and angst.

Christmas is usually spent whenever Simon is here, be it in January or November if he can, sometimes even February. You usually still have your own Christmas with the kids, taking home videos to send to Simon. But this year Simon is here, which means the Pinterest board is finally being put to use, directing Simon exactly how you want the lights and decor hung in the library. And you had Simon out lights on the house along with that little Santa with his reindeer that’s been sitting in the garage since the twins were three.

You were going all out.

Doing a full timed schedule the day like an executive creative director and manager before you too photos so no one, not even the devil himself, coukd interrupt this special time.

“And then you’ll do a silly faces, change out of the Christmas sweaters, more formal photos and boom, you’ll be done. Capeesh?” 

Simon had an eyebrow raised, laughing to himself while drinking his cup of tea.

“Why is it so long?” Jamie whined.

“It’s only an hour and a half, snacks and other goodies will be provided,” you point over to his twin sister like you’re in a press conference, “next question?”

“Why aren’t you going t’ be in the family photos? We’re family!”

“Yeah! we have to do it together, especially since Dad is here.”

You give an awkward look, for one, it’s not in the schedule. For two, if you showed up in the Christmas photos that you send out every year (to Kyle, Johnny, Kate and John, and two of Simons other friends) they’d all suddenly think— they’d think you’d married into the family.

But you can’t say that to two big doe eyed children, looking to you like that’s what they wanted for Christmas. You look towards their father for help, who knows exactly what you’re thinking. It’s good that you’re thinking like that, in a way you’re manifesting with him.

He takes another sip of his tea, so nonchalant, “It’s just a few Dovie.”

It only riles the kids up, begging and pleading around the house, even after school until you finally cave at bedtime. “Ugh! Fine! Fine! I’ll be in some! Jesus.” You huff, throwing your arms up in surrender. You wipe your face in frustration, both Jamie and Julie hugging your sides and squealing in excitement.

“Why did you go and do that Simon, seriously, they wouldn’t give up on it.” You sigh, plopping down on the couch next to him.

The older man had invited you to a late night movie, an action one, not on theme but just to fill the space. Both of you were half paying attention. The twins were knocked out upstairs in their rooms, so many up coming events at school and now at home, they were exhausted.

Simon and you, you and Simon— have gotten closer. Finding no reason to sleep alone now, worse you two have been giving each other light touches, brushing hands, locking fingers, him brushing your curls back— it made your stomach tie in knots. In a good way of course, but Simon was your boss. Not your friend, not your lover, but your boss.

But it’s times like this, when his hand would snake onto your back, gently pulling you towards him to lay on his chest, letting his calloused hand rub up and down your spine.

“We’re close like family-“

“But-“

“—and the twins want you in it, I can’t say no to them.”

“Yes you can.”

His hand goes to cup yout face, his brown eyes searching yours, “It’s the first time I’ve been home properly during Christmas in nearly a decade love. I think we should celebrate it to its full capacity like you’ve been wanting. ‘S tha alright?”

How could you say no to that?

So fucking cute, so handsome when he looked at you like you were the only person in the world.

You gently press your hands on his chest, trying to get up, you turn your head, trying to hide your flustered face, “I’ll have to find a proper sweater to wear so I can match-“

Simon only pulls you back down into his muscular and scared arms, “That can wait, can’t it?”

And you almost let him kiss you right there, with the fire crackling from the fire place, the lights twinkling from the tree, the lights dim, you could feel his breath against your lips— had not been for a loud yell from the main character snapping you out of it. Hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

Simons note to self: never play an action movie when trying to make the first move ever in your life.

The next day went off without a hitch though, starting off with the Christmas sweaters, you managed to get all three Riley’s to take photos without you, even got the smallest of smiles from Simon while he held the kids in his arms. He loved the two giggly and slightly sure high kids to pieces.

And then you joined in a few, a few formal, a few silly ones, some even just with the kids that Simon took and would be sure to put along the fee he’d been collecting for his wallet.

And just as you were about to take the last set of pictures there was a knock on the door.

“Shit-“

Gasp from Julie, “—Swear jar!”

“Shoot! I mean shoot! We all heard shoot!” You ramble, and Simon only chuckles. Offering to put in a dollar in your place. You quickly run from the camera to the front door, opening it without properly looking bout the hole.

You blink, brows knitting together, “What are you doing here.”

Then a huff, a click of a heal, she puts her hand on her hip, decked out in a thick black parka fur coat, a matching fur hat, familiar curls popping out from underneath, “That’s some way to talk to your mother. The mother you haven’t seen in months at that!”

You open your lips to say something but quickly close them, clearing your throat, “Sorry Mom.”

She looks you up and down, sighing, “Are you gonna let me in or are you just gonna let me stand out in the cold this whole time.”

“Right,” you step to the side, letting her in the house and shutting the door while squeezing your eyes shut. Why was this happening now at all times?

Your mother looks at the scene, the older man and two kids, the matching outfits that all four of you were wearing and only shakes her head in displeasure. Looking just like you when you’re annoyed.

“[+]?” Your mom calls for you and you’re quick to turn, forcing a smile, “Mom! Could you wait in the kitchen please?”

Another sigh, walking straight and you look at the three Riley’s. Simon immediately to you, whispering, “You alright?”

“I’m fine, I just— could you wait upstairs until I call you, please?” And you’re desperate, tugging at the dark red turtle neck he has on. He glanced between you and the woman, watching you force another smiled he hated it, but obliges. Rounding up the kids and taking them to their room.

“Was tha- was tha [+]’s mum Daddy?” Julie asks.

“Yeah, baby, I’m pretty sure.”

“Was something wrong? She looked upset.” Jamie pouts.

Simon let’s put a breath, “I hope not.”

“Mom-“

“Imagine my horror going to your apartment and finding out you didn’t live there anymore-“

“I told you when I moved, I was moving—“

She’s pacing, heals clicking back and forth with every step, “You’re lucky I have eyes of a hawk even when I’m not there, the owner of the building saw your poor mother in distress and told me exactly where you were! I thought you’d be in another apartment, the one your father wanted you in when you first moved here? Remember the one-“

You wipe your face, “—Mom, it was too much! I couldn’t afford it!”

“Your father was willing to pay for it but you said no and went with the small one!”

“That’s if I got a business degree—“

“—And what are you doing now, huh? Playing nanny in some random house, and you live here now? It looks to me that you’re playing house.”

You take a sharp intake of breath , speaking softly, “It’s my job mom, I like it very much. And I’m good at it.”

“Maybe if you were nannying for multiple families or had your on quarters—“

It’s never enough for your mother. It always has to be bigger and better and up to her standard or there’s no point in trying at all. It’s been the same since you were a kid. You wanted simple, your mom wanted extravagant. You wanted to join choir, she had you in ballet and in acting classes. She wanted you to quickly get a quaint little job and get married, you wanted to explore, try different things. Which led you to nannying.

That would never be enough.

“And I’ve always told you [+], this “nannying” thing, there’s no stability in it. You’ve got to grow up, those kids won’t need you forever. Theres still time for you to get married like your sisters and brothers and be happy. Not all this- I don’t even know what to call it.” She scuffs, waving her hand around.

It stings you right in the chest. Makes you wince. Your mom, slips off her fur gloves, cupping your face in her hands, “I just worry about you, you’re my baby sweetheart. I want the best for you.” At least with that you know she’s sincere.

At least, you think she is.

You like to think she is.

“Let’s talk more tomorrow for dinner, okay? I’m exhausted from the flight and the drive here.” She sighs, walking past you without a second thought.

You’re quick to follow behind, just as you’ve always done. Trying to Follow her lead, “How are you getting back?”

She opens the front door, the car black truck she came in still parked out front, “The driver of course, your father hired him for the entire trip. Isn’t he thoughtful [+]?” She smiles.

“I- mom!” You call out, heart thumping in your chest.

“Yes sweetie.”

You feel your throat go dry, but your force the words out because you desperately want to make her proud, “I-I’ll figure it out before the end of the year. So please, just give me a bit of time.”

She gives you a proud smile, coming back to kiss your cheeks, “That’s my good girl! I knew you had it in you. Your father will be so happy! Theres an office job waiting for you, nothing wrong with an office job!”

You mom giggles, waving as she gets back into the car.

“Bye my love, we’ll talk soon!”

You close the door pressing your head against the cool wood, Completely exhausted.

And Simon hopes he didn’t hear what he think he just did.

a/n: this was fun, we’re laughing right???

previous Nanny x reader post, aesthetic

[tojisteddy]

Just- when Simon gets jealous that Nanny!Reader gets approached by a man, the whole family gets jealous.

It’s stupid really. Simon Riley is too old to be feeling like this about his employee.

But you were- you were- god, you were the glue of the family. He wouldn’t be half the father he is now without you by his side, took the time to teach him it’s okay to be soft and vulnerable to the little ones can trust him. Taught him a few things in the kitchen, taught him it was okay to trust in someone after Harper, his first wife died unexpectedly.

There was no family- there was no Simon without you.

So the concept of a man approaching you while you and the gang were Christmas shopping of all things, made no sense.

The kids, of course, didn’t look anything like you but that bloke must’ve seen how close you four were right? Saw Jamie holding your hand and how Julie kept talking to you, right? Or the way yours and Simons hands kept brushing against each other as you walked that made him want to run a thousand laps. The way you’d hook fingers when either one of you got a step too far, that fucking cunt saw it right?

Well, maybe not the last bit because of how packed the department store was. But families come in all shapes and forms nowadays, it’s best for any stranger to assume that you, Nanny!reader, were his wife. His wife? Is that too drastic?

The way the guy is eyeing you up, it’s not drastic enough. It’d be your title soon enough anyway.

So when you walked too far off, of course your beautiful self got stopped by someone.

“What’s taking [+] so long?” Jamie whined, leaning himself into Simons leg.

Simon clears his throat, rubbing his neck to ease his annoyance, “She’s talkin t’ tha man over there.”

“What man?” Both twins said in disgust, whipped their heads around to find you, landing on where you stood near the Christmas ornaments. You were making casual conversation, lazily smiling and giggling at the guys words.

Julie tugged his coat, “Daddy, aren’t you going to do something?”

“Do what honey, they’re just havin a chat.” He sighed. Simon didn’t haven the right to intervene here. You were a grown woman, he couldn’t tell you what to do.

“But he’s lookin at ‘er like you look at her Dad!”Jamie’s eyebrows knitted together in worry. Looking back at you and the stranger.

Okay, point taken.

Simon evaluates the situation once more, the ends of his lips twitching under his mask as he bends down to his children’s level, “Got a little idea we could try.”

It’s not like you asked the guy to come up to you, you were both looking for last set of blue ornaments and reached for the same one.

The stranger didn’t mind giving them to you, long as you told him why you needed them.

Stupid? sure, you could’ve just grabbed them and went on your merry way. But the dude wasn’t half bad looking, tall, low fade, a model-esc smile, piercings— you didn’t mind indulging him.

All an excuse to create some space between you and Simon which had gotten so much closer since you started living in the Riley household. You (and the twins of course) slept in Simons room almost 4 times a week.

So much so, the alarm got put on your side of the bed because Simon had a habit of turning it off and flipping over. You’d sleepily turn it off with closed eyes and let out a little grunt, leaning over the twins and shaking Simon hard enough to get up.

And it’s times like that, you were so tired, so exhausted, you didn’t even realize whenever Simon got out ‘f bed, he’d grumble a ‘mornin’ to you and you’d hum, taking over the roll as the twins pillow with your arm. And Simon would tangle your fingers together, gently kissing your knuckles.

He loved it.

You on the other hand, you were denying the love.

If you even tried to explain this to yout friends they’d bombard you with questions non stop, Simon was your employer. Not for romance, a big fat no no.

And yet, you still talked for hours in his and your bedrooms, when he wasn’t able to make dinner you’d wrap him a portion and leave it on the counter for him to see. Simon would get the errands you asked for and put them away, folded laundry with you on the weekend— when you just weren’t feeling yourself Simon could spot it out a mile away and let you go read a book or take a nap, even when you were on the clock and he was off.

Hell— when you fell asleep on the couch, Simon would take you into his bedroom and you’d wake up in his muscular arms.

You were inches away from heaven.

You had to wake up though. Even today, Simons touch lingered on you, it really felt like- like you guys were a-

“Mommy! There you are!” An oh so familiar voice sighed in relief, running into you as hugging your waist.

“I- Julie-“

“Jamie ‘nd I were looking for you everywhere! We thought you got lost!” She pouts, big brown eyes looking up at you and then looking toward the stranger. She scowls, “Who are you?”

He clears his throat, eyebrow raising, “You have a child?”

Your eyes widen, air sweeping you up, stammering, “This- I don’t have any-“

“—Mom! We finally found you!” Jamie comes running down the aisle, hugging your other side.

Your hands almost instinctively caress their heads, still confused as to what and why this was happening and like clock work, theres Simon close behind. “The kids were worried ‘bout you dovie,” he slips his large hand down your waist, pulling you closer to him and kissing your temple, “Don’t make us wait too long next time. Somethin happen with the ornaments?”

And the older brute eyes peer down at the stranger, and he takes a step back in fear- “You have a good day with your family ma’am.”

With that, the man dashes away, leaving you in the hold of three Riley’s.

You let out a chuckle, almost unamused but you truly can’t believe they’ve pulled this stunt.

You look up Simon, mouthing, ‘You’re a fuckin cunt’

And he lets out a snicker from his belly, arm wrapping around you shoulder and kissing your cheek before whispering in your ear, “Oh, you fuckin love it.”

And heat rises under your cheeks making you squirm.

Okay fine, you give up.

Maybe you did fucking love it.

a/n: it’s the holiday season, I want to do a Christmas post to!!!

Aesthetic for this most, more nanny!reader

[tojisteddy]

Christmas with the Riley’s

Simon Riley x Nanny!reader

a/n: literally a post for vibes, I love a mood board chile

[tojisteddy]

Nanny!reader who’s trying to calm themselves down after being told you have 5 days to move out of your flat.

You knew your apartment was a little shit, the neighbors always fighting, and theres a major trash problem at least once a month, not shitty enough for the owner of the building to shrug and say, ‘lets just demolish it and rebuild right now lol 😋’

You’d been staring into space for the last three hours, thankfully getting the kids home and one piece, but you could barely help them with their homework. Dinner slowly being made as to not chop your fingers off.

“I think she’s sick.” Jamie furrowed his eyebrows in concern, the two twins quickly had a conversation once their father got home.

“I don’t think she’s sick, maybe she’s having a bad day.” Julie shrugged. Both twins looked up to Simon, “You should help her out Daddy. I always feel better when we talk.”

“And don’t scare her Dad! She’ll really get sick.” Jamie whisper yelled.

Simon hummed, shrugging off his boots and coat, “Sure, sure, I’ll give it a go.”

“You don’t feel sick.” Simon mumbled. You hadn’t even noticed Simons large stature beside you, the back of his large hand feeling your forehead then your cheeks.

You nearly jump out of your skin, immediately pulling aways from his touch, looking elsewhere when you feel the heat under your cheeks, “Mr. Riley—“

“—Simon.”

“Simon, welcome home! How was your day.” You look up at him with a smile.

Simon gives you that handsome smirk, leaning against the kitchen sink, “I’m fine, it’s just,” he nods towards the wall, two sets of his brown eyes peaking behind the corner, “They’re worried about you.”

You glance at the twins, letting out an airy giggle and shaking your head. “I’m fine.”

“Must be really bad then.” He playfully nudged you, just a bit for him to fit with you at the sink. Him washing, you rinsing, your backs to the twins. “Just you ‘nd me now, come on dovie.” Simon’s voice is so soft, deep and enchanting. You can’t help but cave, your heart beat speed up.

You explain the situation, about how you have to move and find somewhere to stay by the end of the week.

“That’s bloody ridiculous, innit?”

Your eyes slowly squint up to the blonde, cocking an eyebrow, the irritation you’ve been holding in seapinh out, “You don’t think I can move out in a week? You don’t think me, an independent woman no Destiny’s Child, can get this accomplished so soon—“

“—I think your landlord subjecting you to such bullshit last minute is fuckin ridiculous, sweetheart.”

“Oh.”

You turn off the faucet, letting out an exhausted sigh as you lean against the sink, an apology escaping yout lips. That oh so charming low chuckle fills your ears as the dish water goes down the drain, he dries his hand on the rag,

“You should just move in here, anyway.”

Move in? Here?

“Yeah [+].”

You said that out loud reader. Great.

You smack your forehead, squeeze your eyes shut, “I couldnt possibly! I’d be intruding-“

“Your family [+], and the second bedroom is practically yours-“

“—That’s just when you’re away.”

“And when I’m here, is your stuff not up there now?”

Simon makes good points.

Almost too good.

But what about rent? And splitting work and home? And how are you supposed to hide your growing feelings? And what about when- when you wanna fuck? And what about—

Simon sees the wheels in your brain turning, he finds your hand that’s gripping the counter, rubbing his thumb over your skin once he takes his hand in yours.

“My mates will ‘elp out with the move, ‘nd we can keep your stuff in the basement. Whatever else doesn’t fit can go in storage. Don’t think so hard and let me help you for once, yeah?”

Oh did Simon Riley have a power over you, the words fumbled out before you could stop them. And then there were squeals one twin jumping into yours and Simons arms with a multitude of questions.

The move was ridiculously smooth, yes there were nights you felt there was just too much in your little flat. But Simon came and helped put the last few things in boxes. Gaz, Soap and Price all helped move your stuff to where you needed to be, even the twins gave you a helping hand with putting your books and cool trinkets away.

You were more than thankful for all the help.

The twins would not leave your room. More than fascinated with the pictures you had with friends and family, the cool movie & music posters slowly being put on the walls of the bedroom, shelves of CD’s and vinyls and trinkets and books. Down the short stack of comic books you had.

“You wanna read it?” You smirked, down at Jamie as you folded some clothes. He blushes, giving you those adorable puppy eyes, “C-can I?”

“You can, but if you leave out this room with it without asking I’ll have to eat you.” You playfully frown.

And then Julie loved to see you do your hair in your vanity. Detangling your hair, braiding and twisting it, defining your curls, or curling it, the girl always finding a way to help you. Which made her more interested in doing her own hair.

“Don’t you guys think you’re leaving out your father?”

You asked two weeks after moving in, you laid on the bed doom scrolling, both twins curled up on each of your sides, one on the tablet watching music videos you’d recommended and the other reading the books from your shelves just before it was time for bed. They’d become glued to you.

“Mmm maybe…” Julie mumbled, unmoving from her tablet.

“He should come in here more often! It’s fun in here!” Jamie suggests, rolling over to face you.

You scuff, laughing, “You talk as if this is a play room, it’s my room.”

“And Dad would be impressed if he came in here, he has a stack of comics too!”

You plop your face into the pillow, hiding the smile forming on your face. You and Simon had common interests, but it just hit since it was so close to you now. Not just figments of imagination.

You huff, grabbing your pillow and getting uo from the bed.

Julie looks uo from the screen, “I thought you said we were sleeping in here!”

“You can’t, we’re all gonna have a sleep over in Dads room.”

“But your room is more cozy [+]!” Jamie whines.

“Then just bring the blanket you like and come on!”

Simon can hear your muffled talking from down the hall, his reading glasses low on his nose after reading a parenting book. The ones he hided in his nightstand.

His bedroom door creaks open, revealing the three of you in pajamas and holding pillows and stuffed animals. “What’s this about?”

The twins giggle, skipping and jumping onto the bed, “it’s a Sleep over!”

Simons eyes smile, amused as he watched his twins climb through the comforters and onto him, he grunts, flipping Jamie over as he laughs, “And whose idea was this?”

“[+]’s!” Julie points and Jamie chimes in, “She said it’d be fun!”

Your heart beat speeds up, embarrassed at the two of them ratting you out, “I-I thought you’d felt left out since they’ve been having with me so much so…” you trial off, climbing onto the bed.

The older man can’t help but stare at you, his own heart racing as you get closer.

He’s cheeky, “I have felt a little lonely-“

“-Oh hush!” You roll your eyes, smacking him in the face with a pillow.

The twins all cuddle up to Simon making you giggle at the sight of this big man with two little kids. It’s too adorable.

“You have to get close to Daddy too [+]!” Jamie tugs your arm.

“Daddy gets really warm at night, he’s like a heated blanket!” Julie looks over at you.

You gulp, inching into his space. Simon pulls all three of you into his arms, his hand patting your back, “Just sleep.”

As if you could sleep like this.

And the house is warm, the smell of incense in the air and the bed cozy. You hear Simons voice once’s more min the darkness in the bedroom.

“Why do dragons often sleep during the day?”

“[+], don’t ask why!”

“No Dad! Please!”

“Don’t you wanna know [+]?”

You kinda do.

You giggle softly, “Why?”

“No!”

“Nooo!”

“So they can fight knights.”

“Oh God!” You groan, but maybe, just maybe, you wouldn’t mind hearing those corny jokes for the rest of your life, in this bed, and cozied up to Simon Riley.

a/n: there was only supposed to be one nanny!Reader drabble, and now there are three (derogatory). This one was long but very fluffy. (Imo) Simon is a parent who tries to be a good parent he can be, so even as the kids age he wants to try what he can so his kids know at the very least, he was there for them. And then theres you, Simon Riley would do anything for you. And I mean anything. Helping you move is no big feat but helping you move in, he’s been trying to get you to live in his home for YEARS. He knows he’s one step closer to having you in his bed (permanently). (But this authors note was long too, sorry I like plot)

Part 1 part 2.

[tojisteddy]

The time Simon went MIA for 7 months on Nanny!Reader

It, of course, was out the blue while he was stationed out of country. You sent your daily updates and almost always Simon replied.

But then he stopped replying.

Not a call. Not a text. Not even from an unknown number.

It was you and the twins who were four. And there was no one else, you didn’t know Simons mother, and there wasn’t anyone you knew of that was close to Simon outside of the 141.

You and Simon were the only two. You were the emergency contact, the guardian at pickup and putting the twins down. You were the person who really had to be a parent and the babysitter. There when Julie got a fever and Jamie would cry because Julie was crying. Or when Jamie wrote his and his sisters name for the first time. And the time Julie learned that big girls can cry when they need help too. And when the twins used there bicycles for the first time.

It’s not like you haven’t done it before, just after the twins turned three Simon got deployed for 4 months. But he was still letting you know he was alive.

Everything was in the air here.

He could be dead or alive and you wouldn’t know. Fuck, you didn’t know, spending late nights with the twins in your arms, thinking about what you would need to do to protect those kids. Moving, collecting your spare funds— anything for these two.

And then on a lazy Saturday afternoon—

It’s that special ring tone that rings through your ears, the kids know it and the both of them turn to your phone. You scurry off into the hallway head against the wall. You hear his breathing first, then his deep Manchester accent, “Hey.”

“You’re alive.” And you said it ever so plainly, just under a question.

“Yeah,” there’s a beat, “And the twins? How are they?”

You almost laughted sarcastically, mouth agape then forming into a thin line. Then repeated. No apology, no explanation, just ‘how are the kids?’ And you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to bury the irritation— no— the fury building inside you tall as the eye can see. Your ears almost go out, but you hear those two adorable brunettes, singing along to the Zoboomafoo theme song, dancing up a storm.

Cute, your kids are really fucking adorable it almost hurts.

You smack your teeth, let out an exhale, “Clench your fucking jaw the next time I see you.”

And with that, you hung up.

You gave the kids such a perfect smile telling them their Daddy would be home soon and how you should all prepare drawings for Daddy! And they were both all smiles and giggles while you pulled out paper and crayons and set them on the coffee table.

The brute gets back in one piece, thankfully, an hour before nap time a week or so later. The twins are in tears because they missed him so much they don’t even know why they feel the way they do. They just know he was gone for too long and Simon is more than overjoyed to be back. A relief that he’s seeing his kids once again after fighting through hell to get back home. The too rascals crawl about the big man, their huge copy. God, it’s too cute for your heart. Your heart swelling, pounding, it’s the whirlwind of emotions going through you.

Simon doesn’t know what to say to you exactly, trying to find the right words to tell you something since he got on the second flight he had to get on to get back home. By the time he gets downstairs after getting the kids down for their nap, he still doesn’t know what to say.

And he see’s you leaning with one hand on the kitchen island, taking a sip of tea you’ve just brewed for yourself and then there a shot of liquor in another glass.

Before the older man can say anything before you move, gritting, a much needed reminder, “Your jaw.”

Right! She said to—

And it’s a quick but harsh blow to the face with your fist. One that makes Simon stumble backwards a few feet. It’s one he’ll know will bruise, he’s lucky no blood came from it.

“[+]-“

“—It’d be one thing if you and I both didn’t give a shit about your kids. But we both love those two new humans to pieces and you leave me hanging in a harsh wind to dry, for months? Hah- have you lost your mind?” You squint.

“I thought you’d gone with God a-and I fully prepared for the absolute worst. ‘Okay, how do I get custody of Julie and Jamie? How am I gonna provide? Should I call my mom? Where is this man’s body so you don’t rot alone?’ I- ooooh!” You let out a frustrated noise, sock covered feet slapping against the hardwood floor.

You hold your hands together tight with a loud clap! Finally looking him in his blue eyes and you can see it. All the remorse that he’s holding for putting you in this state. For making his own kids unknowingly worry and you panicked and afraid—

“And I wanna be so fucking clear— this isn’t about me! This about those two kids,” you point upstairs while whispering, “And them getting the best of you that they deserve and not being put on the fucking back burner! I don’t care about jurisdiction or you can’t legally make a call! I don’t give a shit if you have to send a fucking pigeon in the air to get to me o-or some shit through Morse code! You let me know if you’re living or not because it’s not just you anymore. You have a family now and they love you! You can’t leave them- shit- us behind! Divide the fucking earth in half if you have to and come back here and tell me! Live for them and live for yourself for godsake!”

Simon finally takes a step forward to you, pulling you into his big arms. You wrap your arms around his back, hitting him and letting out frustrated stomps and incoherent noises.

“You’re a bloody annoyin asshole.”

“I know,” he breaths, “I’m sorry.”

You let out a wrangled groan, hitting his back once again. And it’s finally coming out, that crack in the back of your throat, tears dampening his military uniform.

“Fuck, I’ll burry you myself if you ever try this shit again. You’ll be below the seven rings of hell!” You let out a muffled cry, clenching onto his uniform for dear life.

He rests his chin on your shoulder, squeezing you tight. “I know, love, I know. ‘M sorry.”

God, this was home. This is what love meant in every single way.

And that’s probably when Simon Riley fell in love with you for the first time.

a/n: CAN YOU— A DRAAAG PAAAATH, ETCHED IN THE SURFACE AS EVIDENCE, I LEFT THERE ON PURPOSE—

part 1

[tojisteddy]

Nanny!Reader who’s been taking care of the Riley twins so long, they’re practically begging you to be their mother.

You’ve been there through it all, and that means since the terrible twos, since they were still being trained to sleep in their own beds, to their first days of kindergarten, to secondary school graduation— the birthdays, Christmas’, football and piano lessons, the tantrums in between— you’ve seen it. The kids were practically yours since you were 20.

It’s been fun watching the twins grow up into (their own type of) mini Simons. Too adorable. Jamie is the youngest, quiet and sometimes a bit timid but a firecracker waiting to blow. And then Julie, named after her mother, loud and outgoing with such a big heart but can be such (an adorable) baby. You love them both to pieces, and they love you almost more than you, they were two little ducklings who had to follow closely behind— so much so you can never leave the house in peace.

Thing 1 and Thing 2, sat right on the bed as they watched you take different items from the dresser and stuff them into a spare bag.

“You can’t be really leaving, Dad’s just got ‘re.”

“Why are you leaving? You can’t just stay one more hour?”

“I’ve told you,” you giggle, folding the last bit of clothes into your small suitcase, “It’s Friday which means I’m off, which means I’ll see you Monday. Nothing has changed!”

“But Dad has been dying to—“ Jamie slaps a hand over his sisters mouth, “—Dad’s been dying to catch up. For business reasons.” The boy finishes.

You roll you eyes, unconvinced, still putting your belongings away. You talk to Simon nearly everyday through call or text, you know he wasn’t thinking about you. Probably. You’re sure he doesn’t have much to say to you about the kids.

“Uncle Kyle ‘nd Uncle Soap said we could play Fortnite with them. And Uncle John said he and Dad said they’d teach Jamie how to play that card game if you came to play too!” Julie pleads.

“Oh Please, you do not need four people to play Uno! This is time for you to spend time with your Dad and uncles who are downstairs. Time for family. Not stay up here watching me pack!”

“But you are family [+].” Thry both pout in unison.

You sigh, how could they make the cutest faces, imaginable? Just like Simons, they both stole his face. “We’ve talked about this,”

“I love you both like your my own— shit- you both are my own. It’s no coming in between it. Even if your Dad says he doesn’t need me anymore, I’ll be here at the drop of a hat. But, I’m not your family. Just a fairy to keep you three together because why?”

They both grumble, “Cause Dad loves us so much, he needed a longer person to love us too.”

It was a silly thing you came up with when they were much younger. Jamie doesn’t even believe in fairies anymore but it brought you four closer together. You give them a hopeful smile,

“Anyways your loving fairy has got to get a move on,” you kiss Julie’s cheek and kiss Jamies forehead, “I love you both, I’ll see you later.”

Simon looks up from the couch to see the two twins practically moping like two hurt puppies, takes a sip of tea, “Looks like you two couldn’t convince her.”

“She didn’t even think twice!” Julie throws herself onto Gaz and Soap who both playfully groan in pain.

“You’ll get her next time, tried your best.” Simon says, and it’s almost always the same. The twins always want you to stay, and Simon doesn’t stop them from pleading their case because he too wants you to stay. When they were younger and Simon was desperate, you wouldn’t even think twice about staying. Hell, even when he got relaxed he’d suggest you stay, to help him bake or even if the kids smiled so brightly you couldn’t say no. You’d been the one who made their house a real home. Decorating the inside while you instructed Simon on how to put up decorations outside. Always had the house smelling good with your cooking. Simon was more than greatful to you for staying those long nights. It was the four of you against everything.

Until you got a boyfriend two years ago, and suddenly you had to leave every weekend without a second thought. Was it stupid for Simon to be jealous, especially at his age? Of course, but the man couldn’t get you off his mind. Not when you’d been the person who’s been taking care or his kids and his home for so long, who hes talked to on late nights and early mornings. Simon wanted you to be his kids mother, it just never looked like there was an in.

Not until you broke it off with your now ex, 6 months ago. The brute even baked a cake in celebration that you had a slice of (the cakes meaning a secret between him and the twins).

“Well she has to come back.” Jamie shrugs.

Simon cocks an eyebrow, “Why’s tha?”

Jamie reaches in his back pocket, revealing the Forrest green object, “She can’t do anything without her wallet.”

Truly a Riley, Simon grabbed his son and ruffled his hair, “Good work kid.”

You didn’t even realize you’d been missing your wallet till you got to the club with your friends. Having to wearily explain to your friends that you physically couldn’t get in because your ID was at home— but not your flat. The Riley home. And it’d be easier just to stay out there than to get the wallet and drive back.

You showed back up to Riley residence, annoyed with two suitcases in hand, opening the door with the key that was just for you.

“[+]! You came back!” Julie is first to hug you around the waist, then Jamie who was tired and yawning but came to greet you nonetheless.

The ends of Simons lips are threatening to turn upward, leaning against the wall as he watches both his kids trap you stuck in the entryway.

“Forgot something dovie?” Simon finally speaks, voice laced with humor.

You can’t help but laugh at all of the mess these 3 have gotten you into, “You’re a prick.”

And it has Simon laughing, joining the group hug like youd been gone for ages.

Making your heart race just the way you’ve been hoping it wouldn’t.

a/n: lmao this is nothing sandwich. “Here we go, I hope you’re hungry— for nothing.”

part 2