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hysteria-things · 4 months ago

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I KNOW REQUESTS R CLOSED BUT ONE DAY U SHOULD MAKE A MATT ANGST

DOUBTS

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐅!𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dilf!matt x babysitter!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: when a huge inconvenience happens, matt doubts himself as a father.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: ANGST/FLUFF, swearing

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,075

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i’m not really good at angst and this feels rushed but i hope you like it😔

(dilf!matt au originally by @luvs4matt)

matt curses and slams his fingertips against his keyboard as he types, frustrated by everything that consists of his job. his boss, his coworkers, the work itself… he’s pissed. at this point he doesn’t know what he’s mad at anymore, but he just is.

you went home after dropping evelyn at school this morning, and matt told you not to worry about picking her up since he’s working from home today. his day consisted of meetings and phone calls that he’d rather die than do, and as if on queue, his phone started to ring. “jesus fucking christ.” he grumbles, swiping the answer button without looking at who it is. “hello?”

“hi, is this matthew sturniolo? evelyn’s dad?” the lady on the other line says with cheerfulness yet concern.

his eyebrows furrow, and he stops working completely to lean back in his office chair. he recognizes the voice as his daughter’s teacher, but she never calls him. evelyn does fantastic in school, and his blood feels cold when he starts to worry. “yeah, that’s me. is everything okay?”

“yes, yes, everything’s fine!” the woman reassures. “it’s just that…” she clears her throat like she’s nervous to spit it out. “nobody came to pick up evelyn today, and i was wondering if anybody is on the way.”

matt’s face falls, the silence deafening when the teacher waits patiently for a response. he glances over at the time, seeing that it’s 3:32. school got out a little over thirty minutes ago.

shit… shit.

being caught up in work all day made time fly by, and he didn’t bother to look at the clock at all. he has a deadline due at 4:00, and he won’t get it done in time if he goes to pick up ev.

fuck!

“mr. sturniolo?” the silence is broken after three slow minutes. “are you still there?”

“i’ll send her babysitter over.” he says gruffly. “she’ll be there soon.” before she can respond, matt hangs up and taps on your contact.

Y/N

I need you.

hello to you too

No, not like that.

I need you to pick Evelyn up from school.

matt

school ended almost forty minutes ago

You think I don’t know that?

I was so busy with work I lost track of time and I can’t pick her up now.

Please, y/n.

I’ll give you the money for it.

i don’t care about the money

i’m getting in my car now

Thank you.

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when you arrive at the main doors of the elementary school, you smile at evelyn’s beaming face when she sees you. “y/n!” her backpack is as big as her, bouncing when she runs into your arms for a tight embrace. you take her hand and wave her teacher goodbye while you start walking to the car.

the ride back to the house is not even ten minutes, and you get a glimpse of matt sitting on the porch steps when you pull into the driveway. his hands are on his face, gripping his hair in stress. “i see daddy!” evelyn exclaims excitedly, unbuckling the top half of the car seat as she wiggles.

you giggle, putting the car in park. “let me stop moving, first.”

matt flinches, getting out of his trance when he feels tiny hands grab onto his knee. he lifts his head, the corner of his mouth lifting when he sees evelyn grunting as she tries to get on his lap. he helps her up, cradling the five-year-old in his arms as you approach. you drop her school bag on the ground, sitting next to matt, but keeping a distance.

he runs his fingers through his daughter’s brown curls before speaking. “have a good day today?”

“we colored a lot.” she nods along, swinging her legs. “mrs. quinn says i have a way with color.”

you can tell his mind is racing from his clenched jaw and bobbing of his adam’s apple as he swallows, staring down at evelyn to try and not show how upset he is in front of her. you see some chalk laid out by your vehicle. “hey, ev?” you grin when she looks at you, leaning your head to the bucket of chalk. “since you’re so good at drawing, why don’t you make a picture for me before i leave?”

it takes her a second to notice the chalk from afar, but then she hops down on the ground. “i’m going to make you a princess.” she states, jogging over to the sticks of rainbow shades.

matt beats you to it when she’s out of earshot, staring into space. “i’m a terrible father.”

“you’re not,” you say sternly, his sentence not fully out when you do.

your heart cracks at his words, and you look at him with sympathy. he’s knocking himself down over something so silly, but you can see how hurt he is even through his grumpy demeanor.

“i left my kid at school for almost an hour, y/n.” he argues back with some attitude, but you don’t take it personally. “no good parent does that.”

“it was one time.” you retort, moving closer to him a smidge. “don’t doubt yourself over something small like this. she was bubbly as hell when i grabbed her, and i honestly think she didn’t realize how long she was waiting. she was too distracted mingling with mrs. quinn.”

grumbling something under his breath, he looks over to evelyn who’s happily drawing all sorts of shapes and patterns onto the pavement. “look at that little girl over there and tell me she thinks the same.” you challenge, pointing at her.

he rolls his eyes at you, deep down knowing that you’re right. he’ll never admit it to your face, though. you then grab the unicorn backpack off the floor, unzipping it and reaching inside for something. “she explained the whole ride home about how she made this for you during her free time.” you pull out a piece of paper, unfold it, and hand it to him.

looking down, he runs his thumbs over the scribbled colors and rereads the message at least five times. you scan his face, seeing his eyes glossy and his lip gently quiver. it looks like he’s about to cry, but he doesn’t.

she does have a way with color.

“you consist of a lot of things, matt.” your voice cracks, subtly rubbing his lower back. “but being a bad father isn’t one of them.”

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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sillysiluriforme · 2 months ago

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SILU’S STILLBORN WEBCOMIC PART 1

Unorthodox apocalypse is a now abandoned comic project I worked on with some friends in 2023-2024 about a cultist team of cheerleaders lead by antichrist Barbie set in a mid-biblical apocalypse world in a town named “Craterview” on the ledge of crater lake. The stagnation of the apocalypse had consequences namely the presence of “beasts” and plunging the world in the shadow of god- so no “good” things/people and no creativity. The cultures of the 20th century seems to repeat over and over, ergo the 80s aesthetic despite it being 2285.

The town’s high schoolers are all divided into classic teen movie cliques and have decided to kill each other about it. Generally the cheer squad and the jocks are considered important enough to the town that they can’t get murdered in pure impunity but everyone else is on the table. The only nerds with any sort of manpower are the marching band who have organized themselves in a casi-military structure.

The cast’s main objective was to use the protagonist as a vessel to bring a demon into the material plane to fuel their magic bullshit. The tone was pretty crass a little edgy and very over the top. I still think of it fondly even if it didn’t go anywhere.

The members are paul, max, cain, evelyn, Pam, Jessica and judy. Their daily activities consists of turf wars, bullying, witchcraft, black mailing people, intimidation and lesbian situationships. Everyone listed sucks here.

The two main characters are Judy and Jessica.

Judy is a standoffish self serving asshole. She’s a “do anything to survive” type but also feels morally superior to everyone around her. She thinks hobbies and responsibilities are frivolous. She gets kicked off the marching band and is coerced into joining the cheerleaders. She spent her early childhood living in the woods with her hippie parents until her dad died, after this they moved back into town, so her family are sort of the town’s pariahs.

Within UA there’s an avatar cycle type thing but for the antichrist. What a sentence. Since the apocalypse never ended it kept being reborn. Jessica, unbeknownst to her, is one of those incarnations.

She’s mean and attention seeking manipulative and egocentric to a fault. She doesn’t have the complete range of human emotions. She had an evil scientist thing going on too. She’s my baby girl ❤️

Pam is Jessica’s childhood best friend and the biggest example of her negative influence.

She’s a self-in-forced Patrick Bateman type. She’s conniving and secretive. She likes to think of herself as a heartless mastermind but she’s just as stuck here as everyone else. She’d never admit it but the craving for Jessica’s approval is what lead her here.

She had a werewolf boyfriend too that was kinda fun.

Evelyn aka eve is a freshman and has a massive crush on Jessica. She’s the one who believes in the “message””” of their cult the most.

Cain’s an ex punk and dumb as a rock. loves to have fun only really joined cause she thought Jessie was hot. Had a thing with max ?

Max ! There’s way less content with her. She was supposed to be the straight man of the group. Shes what Judy aspires to be. She’s very gruff.

And lastly Paul. Paul fucking sucks. Ex-football team member. On paper he’s supposed to be “learning to respect women” but it’s really just his ex-captain trying to get him killed because he thinks he’s that annoying, something he’s completely oblivious to because he’s desperately pining for him. He’s the only one with a car so they HAVE to make him chauffeur them to wherever.

#silu's art #original art #unorthodox apocalypse

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deepestnightcolor · 2 months ago

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☾ ᴄᴜᴘɪᴅ'ꜱ ᴄʜᴏᴋᴇʜᴏʟᴅ ☽

Happy Valentine's, everyone! I hope that, if you want, you can spend your day surrounded by love. Remember, it doesn't always have to be romantic love. It can be a wish you fulfilled yourself, a nice day spent with your friends and/or family, or just a day you eat chocolates. It could also be some time spent with your Valentine that I have brought today - he is already so excited to see you! Have a lovely day, everyone! You are loved <3

ᴀ/ɴ: This can be read as either just a fluff, just a smut, or a fluff leading into smut. It is your choice - it is pretty clear when the fluff ends. Do whatever you feel like, it is your choice!~ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Sam (SDV) x Fem!Reader

ᴡᴄ: 3000 words in total. Fluff: 1109 words. Smut: 1891 words.

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: Fluff: love. Smut: unprotected sex, piercings, 69, cursing, name-calling (slut, cocksleeve), praise, you get a pounding.

February had come around quietly, and with that, Valentine’s Day was fast approaching, which meant that Pelican Town started to get covered in a blanket of pink, red, sometimes glittery, heart-shaped love symbols. There were heart-shaped bouquets being sold in the two stores, candy in heart-shaped boxes, cheesy little garlands wrapping around lamp posts, and a billboard happily yelling ‘DON’T FORGET – 14TH OF FEBRUARY IS VALENTINE’S DAY’ at whoever dared to pass by. Of course, not everyone was happy about the pink cloud looming over the small town – Sebastian claimed pink and red ‘fucking hurt in the eyes and make people go blind in these amounts’, Leah didn’t quite understand why a specific day was needed to show anyone their loves and why it needed to be broadcasted like this, and Harvey, while not minding it, worried about ‘people being quite careless in their loving frenzy’. Shane, the old grump, was not Cupid’s biggest friend, either, quite the opposite. He rolled his eyes at every cheerful person he saw and grumbled about the extra workload of stocking up for a ‘made up holiday no one cares about’, even though he knew very damn well that he was going to shell out the money to buy a bouquet for both Jas and Marnie.

Sam, on the other hand, had been shaped by years of listening to his mother’s romance audio books with her while she had been cleaning, and by the romantic telenovelas she had been watching during the colder winter months, which was why it came to no one’s surprise that he not only enjoyed Valentine’s Day, but took it seriously. Especially now that he had met the love of his life – you.

All these years of training would not be in vain – and when Sam made his way to your farm, he came prepared. A bouquet in his one hand – don’t you dare think he had gotten you one from Joja, oh no, Sam had robbed gardens (he had begged Evelyn and Jodi to give him some flowers) for this baby – and a basket in the other. He had been genuinely thinking about holding a rose between his teeth like he had seen in some movies, but much to his dismay, the thorns had won that battle. Still, he was quite proud of what he had in store for you; a hand-drawn card with a letter scribbled on the back, a plushie you had once excitedly pointed out in a store but put back when you had seen the price tag, and – his personal favourite – a handmade bracelet that fitted the one he was wearing around his wrist. You had pointed it out on your first date, and he had spent DAYS recreating it. Yes, Sam was prepared, and nothing would deter him from spending a great Valentine’s with you, not Sebastian complaining about the colours, nor a grumpy co-worker making fun of the love songs he had been blasting through his headphones.

And it did go very damn well – he knew it from the moment you opened the door with that shining glimmer of excitement in your pretty eyes, giddy smile decorating your pretty features, making your face light up and, in turn, making him feel like the sun had climbed from the blue skies to press a tender kiss to his heart and soul. God, he loved you, and he knew he would forever love you the moment your arms wrapped him up in a tender hug. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he whispered, pressing a lingering kiss to your head – to show you his affection, for one, but also to inhale your scent like he usually did. He was sure; this was what pure love felt like. Warm, and safe, and comfortable. Do not get him wrong – Sam had loved loads and been very loved, too; he loved his mom, his dad and his little brother, he loved Sebastian (and all of them had gotten their little gifts to show his appreciation today, no matter how much they grumbled about pink wrapping paper (Seb did that, with a smile on his face while thrusting a small box containing a gift for Sam toward the blond)) but you? He loved you.

“Come in,” you chirped, and Sam was quick to follow, especially when your fingers wrapped around his wrist to tug you inside, a small chuckle falling from his lips. The scent of pizza lingered in the air, and you had decorated the table in your dining room with a white cloth and some rose petals (that rose had lost the battle, and to be fair? It gave him a little satisfaction), a candle in the middle of it, the tiny flame working hard to dip its surroundings in a soft glow. The man had asked you if you had wanted to go out for dinner for today, but you had shaken your head while telling him you had another idea – and your man had been happy to oblige. He was even happier now that he was sitting across from you in the soft glow of candlelight, a heart-shaped pizza having joined the two of you on the table. “You look gorgeous,” he murmured, grin spreading on his face when his eyes fell on the plushie you had draped over your shoulders. “And he suits you well,” he added, chin pointing loosely toward your little companion, making you reach out to pat the soft head. “I know, right?” You smiled, puffing out your chest before your face suddenly softened. “Thank you so much again, Sam.” “No, thank you, baby,” he cooed back, squeezing your hand lightly, his other hand wandering to the necklace you had gifted him, the tigers eye pendant that dangled from it carefully mined and processed by you, “for the gift, and for being my girlfriend.” The smile you gave him made his heart melt, and for once, Sam was at a loss for words. He just had to take you in for a moment, really let it sink in that all of this was true – you being his. Him being allowed to make you happy. Him just- “Fuck, I love you so much,” he whispered, voice cracking as he looked at you, drinking up the smile you generously gifted him. The card you had made him had already brought him close to tears, and if the night kept going like this – he was indeed going to fucking sob. “I love you, too, Sammy Boy.” He knew you meant it, and he was thanking whatever Cupid that had been merciful enough to make this happen, even if it meant he would be crying from happiness.

It seemed like you really wanted to see him cry tonight, or why else were you wearing that slutty little lingerie set that hugged your curves the same way a bow would wrap around a gift? But that was what you were, right? A gift – his gift. “So fucking gorgeous,” the blond slurred as he inhaled deeply, blue eyes already completely pussy-drunk. Sam hadn’t even bothered to take off those cute little panties that clung to your hips so nicely, he just didn’t have the time! All he had done was shove them to the side to have them out of the way, to have access to your sweet, sweet pussy, folds already glistening with wetness you had spread by grinding against his thigh as you had sat on his lap just moments before. You did not need to worry, though – your boyfriend was more than happy to lap up what you were giving him as he buried his fat cock in your mouth, weepy, pierced tip kissing the back of your throat. “So…fucking…good,” he groaned into your cunt, words forced out between messy licks and sinful slurps, muffled by your gorgeous thighs that pressed against his face. You moaned around him in response, coaxing a small whimper from your significant other. He just couldn’t help himself, had to fuck your pretty mouth – just a little! He promised, just a few small thrust upwards, having you take his cock juuust a little more.

And you took it so well - his good girl, his perfect princess; swallowing around his cock even when he stuffed your mouth so full. He just had to reward you with quick licks and desperate suckles on your clit, grunting as your hips shifted to grind down on his face. He would happily take it if you gave him more of those tasty juices, would let you ride his face all day and night long if he could keep tasting you on his tongue as he let the metal ball nestled in the muscle drag over your most sensitive spots. Another moan vibrated through him, making the knot in his stomach tighten, his head becoming lighter. If he was going to die like this – smelling you, tasting you, with his cock down your tight throat, allowed to mindlessly hump at it – he was going to die the happiest man on the whole damn planet.

You worked his cock heavenly, up and down you went while your hips ground back and forth, using his tongue however you pleased. Sam could feel his eyes roll back in his head, needy bitch brain forcing him to try and nuzzle his head further into your cunt, lips wrapping around your clit to suck before his tongue circled your entrance. He could feel you tense on top of him as he edged his tongue inside of you, your breathing becoming heavier as your hands began to drag toward his balls. “Good schlut,” Sam moaned against you, hissing when he felt your fingers wrap around them, giving them a gentle squeeze. He was going to cum, he fucking knew it. His hand came down on your hip in a soft smack and the way you clenched around his tongue told him that you weren’t that far off the edge either, orgasm approaching faster than you would have liked to admit, but he ate you like you were the best meal he had ever and had, hitting all the right spots with his messy licks. A sound that could have been identified as “Sam” had your mouth been a little less of cock sounded against him, making his hips snap up again as a twitch ran through his dick, tongue lapping at you almost desperately as he felt you choke on him. Another smack to your hip had you whining, the stinging sensation combined with Sam’s lapping and sucking made your mind go blank. You were so close, so, so close to just come on your boyfriend’s face. Your breathing came in shallow breaths around him, hips grinding to chase that high, your thighs beginning to twitch as the neatly tied bow in your stomach started to come undone.

Another slurred sound left your mouth, eyes squeezing shut as you were ready to embrace the rushing feeling about to crash over you, but it didn’t happen. Quite the opposite. You didn’t feel anything anymore. No tongue lapping you up, no hands massaging your hips, no cock filling your mouth. No, that was not quite right. You did feel something – the mattress below you were being pinned down on. Sam, who you had been sitting just moments before, was hovering over you now, strands of blonde hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, cheeks reddened and chest flushed with arousal, a grin on his wet lips as he stared down at you.

“So fucking pretty,” he cooed, licking over his lips, his hand wrapped around the base of his cock as he let the pierced tip run through your soppy wet folds. “My princess,” he sighed, sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth as the head of his dick caught your twitchy hole, swallowing down a thick glob of saliva that was threatening to spill past his lips, “I am so sorry…jus’ needed you on my cock s’badly, need that pretty fuckin’ cunt to swallow me whole, jus’- jus’ like thaaaat, fuck,” he whined as he pushed his tip past the ring of your cunt, his eyes rolling in the back of his skull. This surely wasn’t the first time the two of you fucked, but feeling your walls wrap around him always made the breath be knocked out of his lungs.

He took a gasping lungful of air as he slowly pushed forward, his eyes flickering from your face to your pussy, watching your sweet little cunt stretch to accommodate his size, back up to your face to see the dick-drunken look in your eyes. Another deep breath was needed before he could finally pull back, one of his hands wrapping around your ankle to push your leg back – he just needed deeper access, just needed all of you to wrap around him like the pretty little cocksleeve you were.

“My girl,” Sam croaked, soaking in the string of moans that fell from your lips, his hips starting to pump in and out of you slowly, letting the feeling of your wet gummy walls around him really sink in as he pulled back, just to be bottoming out inside of you completely again. Poor Sam was never able to keep up this slow pace for long, however. You simply were too much of a delicious treat for him to stay with this slow rock of hips, especially when you moaned his name like this – all stupid and needy. You pretty much didn’t give him any other choice than to hump into you quickly, filling you up just to pull back and fuck inside of you again in a fast pace, have your tits bounce as your eyes rolled, nails digging into his shoulders as you whined and begged for more. Really, he just needed to rut into you like his life depended on it, his dick had to bully your poor cunt, metal of his piercing dragging along your walls in a toe-curling caress. He simply loved you so much, and fucking you like this was the best way to show it, wasn’t it?

“Saaaahammm!” You whined, your hips snapping forward, nerve endings still raw and tingling from how close you had been before, but Sam did not let up. Your boyfriend pounded your cunt, his pierced tongue lulling out of his mouth, just to drag over your hardened nipple moments later, whimpering when your back arched toward him to have him suck it into his mouth.

The wet sounds of both his mouth sucking your nipple and your bodies meeting in a rough kiss didn’t veil what the two of you were doing, and your yells of his name only told the walls of the room who was fucking you so well, who made you see sparks with each thrust. “’M gonna cum! Sam, I am gonna cum! Fuck,” you cried, hips bucking helplessly to meet his thrust, to have him impossibly deeper, to take what was given to you. “Yes, baby, cum for me! Cum for me, make that cunt gush ‘round my cock, please, fuck, you are gonna gush around my cock,” he growled, moan rolling off his tongue as his dick pulsed.

Dick fucking into you roughly as your body began to tremble, taut muscles twitching as your back arched in again, your lower lip quivering as you tried to let a sound escape, but the force of your orgasm had you in a chokehold, leaving your brain empty and vocal chords unmoved until finally, a high-pitched cry of his name tore from you, your cunt spasming around his cock, pretty walls massaging his girthy shaft.

“That’s it, princess, hoooo, that’s fucking iiiit.” The groaned words were drawled, his own orgasm having his balls pull tight toward his body, breaths coming out in quick puffs. You looked up at him with love in your eyes, the high of your orgasm having blown the thoughts from your mind, and Sam was not holding up much better. He couldn’t think about anything but how much he loved you, and each soft smack of the pendant against his lean chest served him as another reminder.

“Gonna fill ya up, baby, all the way. You want my cum, hm? Want me to fuck my cum into that pretty cunt, yes? Come on,” he whispered, squishing your cheek with gentle fingers, small moan of appreciation sounding when you nodded eagerly. So dumb and yet so greedy for his dick and cum, weren’t you? Fuck.

A sudden hitch in his breath as Sam fucked deep inside of you, humping into your cunt without pulling out much, craving to cum as deep inside of you as humanly possible. “Saaaam, please. Need your cum!” You sobbed, toes curled and legs shaking. Sam couldn’t hold back anymore, cock twitching as thick ropes of cum filled your cunt. Quick breaths were pressed through Sam’s teeth, his hips working his sensitive dick into your cunt to truly stuff you full as your clenching walls worked on milking him nothing but dry. Slurred words tumbled from his lips, produced by his fuck-drunken brain and not at all coherent, but they didn’t need to be for you to understand them as praise, welcoming them with a weak moan as your body trembled as you neared overstimulation.

Your boyfriend’s thrusts slowed inside of you, becoming more of lazy drags and small shoves as he looked into your eyes, his hand slowly guiding your leg back on the mattress, instead finding your cheek to cup as he finally stilled inside your abused little pussy.

You both stayed like that for a while, silently staring into one another eyes, basking in the sweaty aftermaths of your orgasms, before the blond finally leaned down to press a kiss on your slightly swollen lips. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” he whispered, when you finally parted, making you chuckle weakly. “Happy Valentine’s, Sammy,” you whispered, cleavage flushed, looking like an absolute angel, and he knew he was fucking done for.

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hiitsm · 10 months ago

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A Family's Vacation

Your four year old daughter has vacation plans in mind.

Pure Fluff.

"Mamá, come sit!" Aubrey squealed as soon as you and your six-month-old daughter Evelyn stepped inside the house. Her tiny hand reached eagerly for yours, her excitement palpable.

Evelyn noticed the cheerful expression on her older sister's face and responded with her own gummy smiles, which made you chuckle softly. "Your big sister seems excited to show us something. Let's go see," you whispered, kissing Evelyn's head tenderly as Aubrey eagerly pulled you along, leading the way.

As the three of you made your way to the living room, you were struck by the cozy setup. The mattress from your bedroom had been brought downstairs, adorned with flickering cozy lights and a spread of snacks, mostly chosen by Aubrey.

It was clear that Alexia had orchestrated everything with Aubrey's eager assistance, directing where each item should go. The scene painted a vivid picture in your mind and brought a soft chuckle to your lips. You noticed your wife still adjusting one of the lights, her attention focused on getting it just right.

"No mami, it's good," Aubrey quickly assured your wife, gently nudging her away from the lights.

"So, what have the two of you been up to?" you asked teasingly, narrowing your eyes playfully. Before anyone could respond, your baby in your arms let out a giggle, clearly amused by the scene unfolding before her, her mami and sister caught in the act.

"¡Hola, mi pequeña hermosa!" Alexia walked up to the two of you and showered little Evelyn with kisses all over her face.

Alexia's tenderness always shone through when she was with you and her daughters, but it was especially evident whenever one of her babies laughed. She would melt into a puddle of affection.

"What about me?" you pouted slightly, earning a chuckle from your wife. "Hola, mi bella esposa," she grinned, giving you a soft kiss.

"And what about me?" Aubrey chimed in mischievously, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"No, you let me carry the mattress all alone!" Alexia playfully scolded Aubrey, swiftly lifting her into her arms and over her shoulder before darting away. "You'll sleep in the doghouse tonight," she teased lightly.

"No, mami, no mami! I'll help make up Mama's mind, remember?" Aubrey's giggles made it hard to understand her words, but you managed to catch a hint.

"What's she changing her mind about?" you asked innocently.

"We've prepared a presentation! Go sit!" Aubrey exclaimed, pushing you towards the mattress. You settled down comfortably and placed little Evelyn in front of you so she could see too.

"Mami, you go sit too, I can do this myself," Aubrey insisted, gently shuffling Alexia towards the mattress. Alexia pretended to be hurt. "But I carried it all downstairs," she protested, though you couldn't help but giggle at their playful interaction.

Alexia always found ways to light up your daughters' lives in every possible way.

"Sí, you are the strength, I am the talking," Aubrey grinned mischievously, giving Alexia another push towards the mattress.

"So, mamá, we have prepared this for you because of the vacation," Aubrey announced confidently. Despite being small for her age, her eloquence always filled you with pride.

"The vacation, mi vida," Alexia whispered in your ear, raising her eyebrows playfully.

You already knew where this was going. It was one of those playful discussions that neither your wife nor your daughter could quite let go of. They were so alike in that way. You found it incredibly cute.

Aubrey hesitated for a moment to figure out how to advance to the next slide of the PowerPoint, but she soon managed it confidently, showing her independent streak, a trait she undoubtedly inherited from your wife too. The PowerPoint was beautifully done, and you knew Alexia had put in the effort.

"Nice PowerPoint, amor," you chuckled softly, leaning in to whisper in her ear.

"You know how hard that was? Took me more than an hour," Alexia huffed in mock annoyance, which only made you laugh.

"So, mamá, you want to go to Ibiza for our summer vacation," Aubrey concluded confidently, echoing a sentiment you've expressed countless times before. It wasn't a long flight, which was perfect with a 6-month-old in tow. You knew the language, you knew the place, a perfect destination for a relaxing family vacation.

But deep down, you knew both your wife and daughter had other plans in mind.

Aubrey clicked to the next slide, revealing the word "Boring!" in large letters, which made her exclamation of "Boring!" even funnier. "It's boring because we've been there so many times before," your daughter declared with determination.

"It's boring, amor," Alexia chimed in with a grin, glancing at you. You playfully rolled your eyes at her.

Little Evelyn squealed with her hands up, a huge grin on her face. "See, even our amorcita pequeña finds it boring," Alexia explained in the softest voice as she picked up your baby daughter and cuddled her close.

"Sí, mamá, Evelyn finds it boring already and she hasn't even been there before," your daughter chimed in mischievously, that familiar naughty glint sparkling in her eyes. It was so adorable that you couldn't help but smile.

Aubrey clicked to the next slide, revealing a huge image of Colombia.

Your wife had fallen in love with the country during your vacation and her foundation work there a few years ago. Since then, she couldn't stop talking about it. Alexia always shared stories with your daughters about your trip to Colombia, which had sparked Aubrey's desire to visit the country too.

You couldn't help but smile as you thought about how much Alexia's passion had influenced Aubrey's curiosity and enthusiasm. Yet, at the same time, you knew the challenges of such a long flight, dealing with jet lag, and managing a baby and a spirited but determined daughter.

It was a dilemma you'd have to navigate carefully.

It was the reason you had been hesitant and kept saying no.

"We should go to Colombia!" Aubrey exclaimed with a big, enthusiastic squeal. "It's beautiful! You both have been there before so you know the way," she added, determined, her thinking face on as she pondered her next words.

"It's true, mi esposa, we do know the way," your wife replied cheekily, facing you again.

"Karol G is from Colombia!" Aubrey's voice was filled with excitement as she started humming one of her favorite Karol G songs.

"Karol G is amazing, you know that, mi vida," your wife chimed in, waving her hands in the air with a dreamy expression.

You knew how much your wife adored Karol G, and while you found the singer pretty amazing yourself, your wife's enthusiasm was just a bit over the top. It made you chuckle to think she had told your daughter that this would be one of the arguments that could win the "case." This earned her one of your famous playful eyerolls, once again.

"The flight is long, but I'll be sleeping and you can give Evelyn her milkies," Aubrey confidently continued her argument. "Just give your milkies to Evelyn, mi amorcita," Alexia added with a grin, looking up at you.

"And mami will take care of everything," Aubrey said cheekily, struggling to hold back her laughter. "And mami will take care of—" your wife began to respond playfully to you, but then she suddenly realized what Aubrey had implied.

"What?!" Alexia exclaimed in such a funny way that set both you and your daughter laughing uncontrollably on the ground.

"No, you will help me pack and carry the suitcases," Alexia declared, gently placing Evelyn back in your arms and tickling Aubrey as if her life depended on it.

"Mami, stop! We have to ask if mamá is okay with this now," Aubrey managed to say in between giggles.

"Okay, fine," your wife huffed playfully.

"So, mamá, what do you think?" Aubrey crossed her arms and raised one eyebrow, just like Alexia did when trying to persuade you about something.

"Okay, fine, but—" you began, but before you could finish, both your daughter and Alexia erupted in screams of happiness, so dramatic that Alexia spun Aubrey around in exhilaration. It felt like they had just won the Women's Champions League Title.

You looked down at your 6-month-old daughter with a soft smile. "What have we gotten ourselves into?" you asked her with a gentle sigh. Evelyn grinned up at you, her eyes sparkling.

"Oh no, you were in on the plot too!" you exclaimed, laughing softly.

"She was!" your wife chimed in enthusiastically before scooping Evelyn up and tossing her gently in the air, catching her to celebrate.

Chuckles and giggles filled the room as your wife and daughter continued their lively celebration.

You watched the scene unfold before you with a heart full of love. Gosh, you loved your family so much.

Note: this was just fun to write. Soft Alexia is my fave.

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charleszleclerc · 4 months ago

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Monaco would be a night to remember

July 2024

word count: 1.6k

warnings: pregnancy, vomiting, fluff

It had been six weeks since the Monaco grand prix. Six weeks since Charles drove so well that he finished in P1. Evelyn can still picture the happiness radiating off of Charles her long term boyfriend. Its something she’ll never be able to forget from the cheers to the podium to the eventful night of partying to celebrate. That’s a night she will never forget it is safe to say they didn’t sleep that night. Even when the party finished Charles and Evelyn continued it in their hotel room.

Now six weeks on Evelyn is vomiting into the toilet for the third time this week. She was afraid she might be coming down with something, which is rare because Evelyn very rarely gets sick. It was a good thing she didn’t get sick until Charles left for the Silverstone grand prix because she new full well that if she had been sick around him, it would end up throwing him off balance for the race weekend. She wasn’t going to the Silverstone race because she has a work event on Saturday that she can’t miss. It was only Friday, but she knew that if the vomiting persisted for the remainder of the weekend, she’d have to go see a doctor on Monday. Either way as the day went on Evelyn started to feel a bit better so she decided to meet her close friend Eloise for lunch.

They had decided to meet at a small little café in the middle of Monaco which both Evelyn and Eloise loved and visited frequently. Still feeling a bit off Evelyn ordered something very small off of the menu and once she got it she just continued to push it around the plate. She’s pretty sure it’s some of the smells of the food they just seem to be twisting her stomach. Eloise had thought it was very odd her friend wasn’t eating considering that she loves this café. Eloise couldn’t stay silent for much longer “hey, are you okay” “yeh why wouldn’t I be” Evelyn replied questioningly. “its just firstly you barely ordered anything and now that the food has come you’ve barely touched it” Eloise said hesitantly. So, Evelyn proceeded to tell how for the last three days she’d been vomiting mainly in the mornings, but it had also occurred at different times of the day. As she continued to tell Eloise about how she’d also been a lot more tired for the past couple of weeks and her aversion to certain smells, Eloise couldn’t help but blurt out “are you pregnant”. “no of course I’m not” Evelyn replied defensively. “well when was the last time you got your period because it really sounds like you could be pregnant” Eloise asked. “Eloise you know I’m on the pill so my periods are barely present but I can’t be pregnant” “its not like you and Charles don’t want children. The two of you never shut up about having your own kids” Eloise added. “Just drop it Eloise” “Okay I won’t say anything more”. The two of them finished their lunch and said their goodbyes.

Though that Friday night Evelyn could barely sleep with the idea of her possibly being pregnant. It wasn’t that she or Charles didn’t want to have a family, but she wasn’t sure if he wanted that right now. Don’t get her wrong she knew Charles would be happy they had talked about it so many times and they had added to their family with Leo but she also knew that Charles was constantly fighting to be world champion and while he could still race and be a good father, she knew Charles and she knew it would cross his mind that he wasn’t present enough. Though deep down even though she was worried she was also excited about the aspect she’s always dreamed about having children with Charles and she knew he’d be an amazing father and their children would be so proud of their dad and his racing.

As Saturday morning came, she was once again towering over the toilet vomiting. She knew she had to take the pregnancy test sitting in the back of the press even if it was only to ease the thoughts going overdrive in her head. So that’s where she found herself a couple minutes later sitting on the toilet seat processing her thoughts while waiting for the time to be up. A part of her now felt she’d be more upset if it came back negative but before she could think anything more about it the timer went off. She picked up the test to see two pink lines as clear as day. She was shocked. Tears of happiness immediately started to brim her eyes. She couldn’t believe she was pregnant, but she was so happy, in that moment there was no way Evelyn could describe how excited she was to become a mother and have a family with Charles. There was no way she was going to tell Charles over the phone and Charles wasn’t going to be home till Monday so she decided to go out and see what she could pick up to try and surprise him when he got back. While out she picked up a small box, some tissue paper, a pair of small booties, a digital test she was going to take once back at their apartment and some balloons. She went to bed that night excited for the future.

On Sunday she spent the day watching the race while setting up her surprise for Charles. She baked some of his favourite cookies she knew he’d love. She couldn’t help but have some right now seems like the baby might also like their father’s favourite cookies. She placed the booties and the two pregnancy tests next to each other on top of the tissue paper in the box. She placed the box on their kitchen counter next to the balloons and a vase filled with flowers. Charles finished p14 in the race so Evelyn sent him a quick message knowing he’d be disappointed.

Then that night she brought Leo for a walk to try and ease her nerves. It wasn’t that she felt Charles would react negatively but rather she was an overthinker and she thought about people’s reactions to everything. Charles called her later that night which eased her nerves even more by just seeing him and being able to talk to him. Charles was amazing and she was so lucky to be with him he knew her inside out and she knew him the exact way she’s so happy to be having a family with him.

It was Monday Evelyn had once again woken up quite early to vomit and once she was awake, she knew she wouldn’t be getting back to sleep. Knowing Charles wouldn’t be back until ten or eleven o clock she brought Leo for a quick walk and then came back and had a smoothie to try and ease the nausea feeling. She was placing the cookies on the counter next to the box when she heard the door click. She took a seat on the other side of the counter facing the door. “mon coeur I’m home” Evelyn’s face lit up at the sight of Charles. “Charles I’m so happy to see you, I’m sorry about the race” she said embracing him. “it’s okay Evie there’s always the next one. You seem excited what’s up” he asked while embracing her back. Evelyn looks up at him with this huge grin on her face and leads him to the kitchen. “Surprise I got you something” she replied excitedly. “What’s all this” he asked looking at the box and the balloons. “wait you made my favourite cookies” he asked while giggling. Evelyn sat down in front of Charles at the counter. “I did but open the box first we can have cookies in a minute” she replied.

So that’s what Charles did he walked over and started to open the box. He once again noticed the huge grin on her face. It wasn’t unusual for Charles or Evelyn to get each other gifts so he wasn’t to surprised that she had got him something. Though once the box was opened and he noticed the little booties and the tests he was surprised. “Evie is this what I think it is” he asked her quietly while staring at the tests. All Evelyn could do was nod her head as they both made eye contact each of them could see the tears brimming in each other’s eyes. “Your pregnant” he asked excitedly picking up the little booties to expect them. “Yes, Charles I’m pregnant” she said while getting up off of the seat. “Are you happy” she asked as she reached him. Charles turned swiftly to catch her in an embrace. “Happy Evie of course I’m happy. Are you?” “Yes Charlie I am I can’t wait to have a baby with you” she said kissing him. “We are going to create the best family” he replied.

The couple spent that evening curled next to each other and Leo on the couch discussing all sorts of things about the baby and their future. Things such as Evelyn's first doctors appointment which she had scheduled for later that week. They were already talking about baby names and how they were going to tell their families. It was safe to say that they both were excited for the future and this baby. It’s also safe to say that all the cookies were gone by the end of the night.

Hii so here is my first fic post I'm so excited and I'm already in love with Charles and Evelyn. If you have any questions or requests just send them in

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luvzpagie · 8 months ago

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DEAD TO ME!

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may 15, 2019

“are you serious paige, you want to reschedule again?” your face was contoured with confusion and irritation, your girlfriend had been putting you off for a couple weeks now.

“i’m sorry baby, i just been busy with basketball and shit” paige sighs, leaning back into the gym wall behind her.

“but i’ve been planning this for so long” you cross your arms, you were beyond fed up with the excuses paige gave you.

“and plus you know i move in a week, i wanna spend as much time as you.” you whined.

paige looks down at her phone, smiling at whatever was the screen.

everyone had her attention but you, and it hurt. you were obviously the last thing on her mind, you just didn’t understand it.

“i’m so sick of being your last priority!” your voice slightly raised, catching the few people around you attention.

paige scratches at the her neck awkwardly, looking up from her phone. “can you not yell? people are staring” she talks in a low tone.

“the fuck? so me yelling is what you care about right now?” your voice cracking, as tears begin to well up in your eyes. you quickly pack up your things.

“y/n- baby please” paige grabs at ur hand trying to stop you.

“no i’m done with you, fuck you paige.” you spat at her, your voice filled with anger and hurt. you snatch you hand away from her storming out of the gymnasium.

leaving her there to soak in what just happened.

august 6 2020

it’s been a year since you broken up with paige. you almost forget her, enjoying your “new” life in cali. but the way things ended wonders in your head, you cringe at it.

“hellooo, earth to y/n”

you were quickly snapped out of your thoughts as your best friend evelyn called out for you, swatting her hand in your face.

“did you even hear what i said” she sassed while passing you a box of your belongings.

“yes ev.” you sigh.

“jeez, no need for the sass” you roll your eyes as you walk her past her to the elevator.

it dings as the doors, a few seconds past waiting for it to get you the level your dorm was on.

as you leave the elevator, you walk to your room.

“ev where’s the room keys?” you watch the girl pat herself down, searching for them.

“shit! i left downstairs!” she yelp, she quickly rushed down to get them.

you put the last bit of clothes away in the mini dresser, you fall back onto your bed sighing from exhaustion.

“finally”

“i’m so glad we getting to share a dorm!” ev clapped, you smiled, it was so long since you had seen her. you felt a sense of peace knowing you guys were together again.

the dorm goes quiet for a while, leaving you in your thoughts again.

“you hungry?” you squint your eyes at ev.

“how’d you know?” the curly head girl looks almost as if your dumb. “im your best friend duhh! i know everything”

“okay weirdo”

“cmon!” she said grabbing her keys off the desk.

august 8 2020

it’s been two days since you’ve moved in, it was the first meeting of your cheer team. you nervous yet excited, hoping to make good friends.

one problem— you were lost, completely unaware of this new place. you try to look around searching for where dance room was.

“where the hell is it” you mumble to yourself. you flatten out the clothes you were wearing, trying to make you look less pathetic.

“yo, are you supposed to over here?” a kinda raspy voice spoke, it sounded familiar yet you couldn’t make out who.

“i’m not even sure, i’m looking for the dance room” you chuckled. “you apart of the cheer team or somethin?” the unknown person said.

“yeah, do you know where that is-” your eyes widened as you turn around, heart dropping at the tall figure in front of you. you were stunned, no words could come out of your mouth.

you were not prepared to see her.

“y/n?”

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bellaxgiornata · 9 months ago

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A Favor from the Devil |Chapter Two|

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!Mom!Reader Word Count: 3.4k [Series Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: 18+; Domestic abuse, depictions/mentions of sexual assault, struggles with past trauma, canon-typical violence, angst with a happy ending, friends to lovers, slow burn, eventual smut (possibly more warnings to come)

a/n: Throwing the second chapter at y'all because I can and I feel like y'all needed some Matt. You get his POV in this chapter, too! Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

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Making your way through the crowded streets of Hell’s Kitchen, you guided Evelyn back towards your apartment. Both of her small hands clung tight to yours as she walked in silence beside you. Every time someone stepped a little too near to the pair of you, you felt her draw herself in closer to your legs, her fingers squeezing tighter around yours. In your opposite hand you carried a grocery bag that held a single container of vanilla moose track ice cream for tonight–Evie’s favorite flavor. Unfortunately purchasing the ice cream meant you’d had less money to spend on groceries for next week, but you’d happily eat another cheap packet of ramen for dinner and skip lunches at work if the frozen treat could manage to put a smile on her face this evening.

Evie had been silent ever since you’d picked her up after work from her first day of preschool. She hadn’t said a single word, not even when you’d taken her to pick out the ice cream. All she’d done was stand in front of the row of freezers at the store and quietly point to the flavor she’d wanted. You’d tried asking her how her day had gone, what she’d done in class, or if she’d made any friends, but instead of a response you’d only seen her lips draw into a thin line.

So you’d done what you usually did when Evelyn drew into herself and stopped talking–you talked about your day. Which in all honesty had been horrible because the job you’d managed to acquire was a tedious desk job in which you sat in the tiny confines of a cubicle staring at a computer screen for hours on end. Your boss wasn't great, either. He was always in a bad mood, often making rude comments to you if he wasn't finding a reason to criticize your work. Dealing with his attitude daily for a salary that you could barely survive on usually soured your mood the moment you stepped into the building, but at least your coworker, Amira, made the days bearable. You’d been there for barely two months, but she’d taken one look at you and seen your past written on your face. After that, you’d grown comfortable around her, slowly opening up about your personal life–but not quite all of it.

But of course, you didn’t tell Evie about the bleak and depressing parts of your days at work. You’d always done your best to make it sound like you enjoyed your time there. And even though you didn’t, you were still grateful that you'd found a way to somewhat financially support the two of you.

“Look at that!” you said, gesturing a hand towards your apartment building with the one not currently being crushed in both of Evie’s. “We’re home already!”

Evie remained silent, not expressing a single emotion as to whether she was excited to be back or not. Wordlessly she followed you through the building’s main doors and into the lobby. Once the doors had shut behind you, the sound of the city just a little quieter now that you were off the streets, she seemed to relax. No longer on the crowded sidewalk, Evie’s hands somewhat loosened their grip on yours as you led her over towards the elevators.

You tried to think of a way that you could cheer her up tonight, hoping to pull her out of her nonverbal phase before it really took hold, but considering your limited funds, you didn’t have many options. The best you could think of was a movie night, though all you had to watch movies on was the cheap cell phone you'd purchased once you'd gotten Evie and yourself out of your previous situation.

As you pushed the call button for the elevator and waited for it to appear, you did your best to fight back the tears welling in your eyes. If only you could afford to purchase more toys for her to play with. A television and a couch for the pair of you to cozy up on at night. Anything . But all you had was each other.

The familiar weight of your guilt that permanently sat heavy like a stone in your stomach reared its head. Once more you felt like a shitty mother, failing to provide all the things you wished you could for your child. But yet you refused to break down–at least, not here in front of Evie. You'd wait for the opportunity later tonight when you were certain she was asleep. Right now your priority was cheering her up and turning her day around, not wallowing in your own feelings.

She was the priority, not you.

The elevator doors opened and you forced a smile onto your face, blinking hard a couple of times. You gently pulled Evie along with you, stepping onto the elevator before pushing the button for the sixth floor.

“How about we reheat last night’s pizza and watch a movie on my phone tonight, cricket?” you asked, glancing down at your daughter as the elevator doors closed. “We can cuddle in your sleeping bag and pretend we’re camping. And then we can eat ice cream out of the container for dessert,” you suggested, knowing full well that you didn’t have any bowls in the kitchen yet. “Doesn’t that sound fun?”

Evie’s attention shifted towards you, her expression remaining neutral and impossible to read. She didn’t respond and her continued silence caused the smile on your face to become strained as you fought to keep it there. Your eyes traveled to the numbers above the elevator doors, watching as they changed from a five to a six. At least you’d be back in your apartment soon.

“What’s mute?”

The sound of Evie’s quiet, small voice startled you. As the doors of the elevator slowly rolled open with a ding , you glanced down at your daughter beside you. She was staring up at you with that still hard to read expression on her face.

“Mute?” you asked, stepping out of the elevator with her. “What do you mean, cricket? Where’d you hear that?”

“School,” she answered.

A frown settled onto your lips. Had the children there been teasing her? Or worse–the teachers?

“It just means that you–”

You’d been about to explain the meaning of the word until you’d noticed a man at the far end of the hallway. The unexpected sight of him caused you to instantly grow quiet even though he was just standing outside of the apartment directly across the hall from yours seemingly attempting to unlock his front door.

Your pace slowed as you observed him, your brain immediately screaming threat at the sight of him. Beneath that tight blue dress shirt he wore you could see that he was broad and muscular, the material pulled taut in various places along his torso. With the way his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, they revealed his thick forearms which hinted at even thicker biceps. Even his thighs filled out the dark slacks he wore, suggesting a strength about him that you couldn’t deny.

He looked intimidating and dangerous.

You then noticed the cane in his left hand and the dark glasses currently sitting on his nose despite the fact that he wasn’t outside. Watching how he used his hands as he attempted to guide his key into the lock, you quickly pieced things together. Blind, you assumed. He was blind. But his disability didn't matter; he still looked like he could throw a solid punch and that alone had you on edge in his presence.

Your mouth went dry as you stepped ahead of Evie, somewhat placing your body in front of hers as you both continued down the hallway. Of course you knew this man was most likely going to ignore you both even if he somehow noticed you. He was probably just getting home from work, too. More than likely he just wanted to eat dinner and relax like everyone else in the city. And the likelihood of him being a violent individual seemed slim–because logically you knew that not every man was–but for some reason something about him had put you on alert.

As you neared closer, your heart pounding heavily as the hair prickled along the back of your neck, you caught the way his hands stopped what they were doing. Briefly your feet faltered when you saw his head turn just a fraction over his shoulder in your direction as if he'd somehow picked up on the fact that he wasn't alone in the hallway.

In that moment, you didn't remotely care if you were being rude or not, you practically dragged Evie the rest of the way towards your door in silence. Already having pulled your apartment key out of your pocket before you'd reached it, you unlocked the door swiftly before ushering your daughter inside. In a panicked rush, you darted after her before shutting and locking the door behind you without a backwards glance at the man.

Standing in front of the door for a moment, you paused to release the breath you hadn't realized you'd been holding. Rude or not, you weren't going to offer him help or introduce yourself. Something about him had triggered your instincts to run and that had been reason enough to avoid him.

You felt a tug at your hand and you snapped out of your thoughts, your eyes dropping down towards your daughter. Evie was staring up at you with wide, worried eyes.

“You okay, mama?” she asked.

Nodding in response, you blew out a rough breath and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze in return. “Yeah, cricket,” you answered, still feeling a little on edge. “Yeah, I'm good.” Clearing your throat, you held up the bag with the ice cream in it and tried to smile back at her. “Maybe I should put this in the freezer before it melts on us after that long walk in the heat, huh?”

Evie gave you a single nod in response before she released your hand.

Turning towards the kitchen, you made your way over to the fridge and opened the freezer. You frowned at the sole bag of dinosaur chicken nuggets sitting on a shelf by itself. They'd thankfully been on sale the other day–another of Evie’s favorites–but that was all you currently had in the freezer at the moment.

“What movie do you want to watch tonight?” you asked Evie, placing the ice cream on a shelf.

“Little Mermaid,” she answered softly.

It wasn't a stretch for you to understand why that movie was often her favorite choice lately.

“Alright, cricket,” you said, closing the freezer door to open the door to the fridge next. “Why don't you get cozy in some pajamas and I'll start reheating the pizza in the oven? You and Barnabas can get settled in the sleeping bag and I’ll join you in a few minutes.”

You weren’t surprised when Evie didn't respond, but the soft padding of her feet through the apartment and to her bedroom behind you was answer enough.

Launching himself up onto the platform of the fire escape, Matt began his usual ascent up the neighboring building beside his own apartment building. As he scaled his way upwards, heading towards the roof now that his night was over, Matt's mind was busy working over the information that he'd uncovered as Daredevil tonight. Information he hoped to find ways to use as Matt Murdock this week with Foggy and Karen.

But as he climbed his way up fire escape after fire escape, he couldn't help but feel the exhaustion from the night settling into his body. He'd been running himself ragged all week trying to juggle both halves of his life and tonight he was admittedly feeling the repercussions of it. He needed a good night's sleep, but judging by the sounds of the city, it was probably somewhere around two or three in the morning. If he was lucky, he'd manage to get three or four hours before dragging his tired and battered body back out of bed to get to work.

Finally reaching the topmost fire escape, Matt grabbed ahold of his usual footholds on the side of the building and began pulling himself the rest of the way onto the roof. He let out a soft groan when he lifted himself up and over the railing and onto the rooftop. Briefly collapsing onto his knees, he took a minute to catch his breath. It was hot out this evening and his suit wasn't making him any less warm.

After his short break, Matt forced himself back up and onto his feet before jogging across the top of the building towards his own. He was ready to peel off his sweaty suit and be home for the evening, already looking forward to stepping into his shower and washing off his long day.

With practiced ease he flung himself between the gaps of both buildings and landed with a sharp jolt. He grit his teeth at the impact, taking a moment to recover before rising to his feet and striding over to the roof access door which led back to his place. But he managed to take all of two steps before his tired ears caught something he hadn't expected.

Crying. Soft, muffled sobs coming from just below where he stood.

Matt hesitated, his eyes narrowing behind his mask as he tried to figure out who would’ve been awake and crying at this hour. The only other people who lived on the sixth floor with him were the long since widowed Mrs. Henderson–who definitely didn't spend her evenings crying–and his new neighbors that had moved in just last night.

The strange and short encounter he'd had with you earlier this evening resurfaced in Matt's mind. He'd been coming home from the office and was busy thinking about what he was hoping to accomplish in the city this evening as Daredevil, barely paying attention to much else. But somehow the immediate and overpowering scent of absolute fear he'd been slammed with had managed to break through his distracted thoughts. He'd felt that overwhelming fear from both you and the young girl which he'd assumed was your daughter from the moment you'd left the elevator and noticed him.

The acrid scent of it had instantly given Matt pause. At first he'd wondered if you both had somehow recognized him as Daredevil. But he'd quickly realized that seemed a stupid and impossible thought the moment he'd had it. But why else would you both become so quiet and fearful of him when he was just unlocking his apartment door? The feeling of your combined emotions had deeply unsettled him. No one had ever reacted to him like that before, certainly not as Matthew Murdock, the friendly, blind lawyer.

Matt had considered trying to turn around and introduce himself to you both, hoping that maybe he would appear far less terrifying to you if he’d flashed a charming smile and given you his name, but you'd grabbed your daughter and darted inside your apartment so fast that Matt hadn't had the opportunity.

It had been…odd. You both had been odd. And admittedly your reaction to him had piqued his curiosity.

Turning around on the rooftop, Matt casually strode away from the door that led to his apartment and over towards the side of the building near your fire escape instead. Curiosity had won out over a shower and sleep for now. He wanted to make sense of that unsettling experience he'd had with you in the hallway. He hadn't liked scaring you both, feeling like he was some sort of dangerous monster.

Tossing himself over the side of the building, he landed softly onto the fire escape below. He stayed low in a crouch, throwing his senses out into your apartment to make sure he hadn't been seen when he’d dropped down. If you'd reacted the way you had earlier to just Matt Murdock, he could only imagine the reaction Daredevil would receive standing on your fire escape in the middle of the night.

A minute passed and when no one shrieked or otherwise alerted Matt to having been noticed, he slowly rose to his full height. As he stood there, he could still hear the quiet, muffled crying that he'd caught on the roof continuing from inside. Paying close attention to it, it sounded like the sound was coming from just outside of the door of the bedroom who’s window he was standing at.

Head tilting curiously to the side, he began examining your apartment as best as he could from the outside. And what he found easily surprised him.

Nothing. There was hardly anything in your apartment at all. He didn’t hear the usual buzz of electronics that he often did–like televisions or computers or even toasters. Focusing even closer, it sounded like the air from the air conditioning unit blowing in your apartment was moving with hardly any interruptions. As if you didn’t even have furniture. And judging from the placement of the crying and the sound of what seemed like your daughter’s even breaths as she slept, both of you appeared to be quite low on the ground. Like you were both lying on the floor instead of on beds.

Matt’s head tilted further to the side, a frown pulling his lips downwards beneath his mask. How strange. Had the pair of you not finished fully moving in yet? Or…did you really not have any furniture?

Something stirred in Matt’s chest as another one of your sobs hit his ears. There was something going on here, there had to be. People didn’t usually react that way to strangers without cause–he would know because he’d never experienced that level of fear from someone outside of his Daredevil suit before. And there was the fact that you were laying on the floor in front of your daughter’s bedroom instead of laying in the second bedroom that he knew was in the apartment. There was only one reason he could imagine a mother doing that–you were protecting your daughter.

But why? And from who?

Matt reached a gloved hand up and gently rested it onto the glass of the window carefully, trying to focus his senses even more closely inside. He found himself desperately wanting answers about his new neighbors, but just as he leaned forward and turned his head to listen better, he heard a rustling inside the room–distinctly that of a sleeping bag. Terrified of being caught, Matt pushed himself roughly away from the window before beginning to quickly pull himself back up onto the roof.

“Mama?”

Your daughter had definitely woken, Matt realized. He could hear her pulse steadily increasing now that she was awake. There were only a few seconds that passed before he heard a frantic tossing of a blanket onto the floor before the bedroom door had flung open.

“What’s wrong, Evie? Are you okay? Did you have another bad dream?”

There was a faint shift of air that Matt caught–like your daughter shaking her head–before he heard the scared, small voice again.

“Someone’s here.”

Your body immediately went straight into fight or flight and Matt curiously noted the intensity of it.

“Where, cricket?”

“Outside.”

Matt winced, running a gloved hand over his mouth as he stood there on the roof. So your daughter had noticed something. He needed to be more careful. Hopefully she hadn't seen his very recognizable costume.

“No one’s there, Evie,” came your reassuring voice, though Matt could hear that your body was still panicked. “You’re safe, I promise. Okay? We’re both safe here.”

Shaking his head, he pulled his senses away from your apartment. That was enough eavesdropping on your place for the night. He had a few ideas about what might’ve been going on with you both now, a sick feeling bubbling in his gut at all of the dark scenarios racing through his mind. He hoped he wasn’t right about any of them, but if he was, he’d now become personally determined to make sure you both remained safe here. Because even though he didn’t actually know either of you, you were a part of Hell's Kitchen–the city he loved deeply. His city. And that was more than enough reason for Matt to find himself suddenly caring about the both of you.

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thanksbutno98 · 2 years ago

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Hi!!!! Can you do one with John with the kids tell him how all these dads help mom with stuff ( getting food out the trunk, helping put the kids in the car, etc) and how the dads look at mommy with heart eyes, so one day John decided to surprise his family at the school (football game,cheer practice) and sees his wife in one of those (Lululemon Jackets and shorts, or sundress) aka looking like snack what would he do?

Snow Cone

John Price x fem!reader

Authors note: This idea is so amazing! I dropped everything I was doing just to write this fic. I kinda went a little wild and made it extra long. Thank you so much for your suggestion I had a ton of fun writing this.

Warning: illusion of sex, swearing, blood, men being pigs, fist fight, not edited.

Summary: The beginning of the summer fair is happening at your children’s school. You volunteer as always but your husband John Price finds out some of the dads only volunteer because they get to see you.

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“They do what?” John was staring at his two children who were eating their breakfast happily. He was taken aback by his daughters words as he sat in a baggy crew neck sweat shirt and his boxers at the kitchen table.

“Yeah some of the daddies help mummy with EVERYTHING!” Evelyn waved her spoon in the air for emphasis. Still in her purple pajamas her brother dressed similarly to John except he wore a t-shirt.

“Yeah, especially Mr. Jacobs. He doesn’t let mum carry anything. Lucas’s dad also helps mum set things up. He called her pretty last time.” Jj was talking with his mouth full as he ate at a rapid pace. John couldn’t help how a wave of jealousy flooded his veins but decided finding out more information was a better plan of action.

“Well mummy is pretty” Evelyn said in a sing song voice.

“Slow down, no one’s going to take it from you.” John scolded his son lightly for inhaling his food. He thought over the knew found knowledge that some of the fathers from his children’s school had become smitten with you.

“So it’s just Mr. Jacobs and Lucas’ dad who like to help your mum?” John said nonchalantly pushing his half eaten breakfast away. His stomach was becoming sour at the thought of men ogling you at events meant for their children.

“No, Mr. Baker does too and and and Katherine’s daddy!” Evelyn’s fork shot to John plate and she snagged the half eaten sausage before her brother could.

“No fair Evie, I wanted that!” Jj yelled spitting bits of egg over the table.

“That’s enough!” John’s gruff voice had both the children sitting back in their chairs with mean looks cast at each other.

“Chew with your mouth closed.” Their father was standing with his plate, dumping the rest of the contents on the oldest plate and giving his daughter his toast. Jj stuck his tongue out at his sister and she answered back by eating the sausage in one bite. The glare they shared was electric as John went over to the sink and sighed to himself.

The fact your were a very attractive woman was not lost on your husband. He was well aware and thanked his lucky stars how you indulged him in ways some wives would think was to risqué or too adventurous. John was under the impression that no one would know of your eagerness in the bedroom due to your modest nature and dress.

That being said John did know men tended to have an affinity towards you because of how you came off so sweet, innocent, and corruptible. John wasn’t too shocked to hear Mr. Jacobs took a shine to you considering he was a single dad. What took him off guard was the married men his children listed that were possibly infatuated with you. No John knew they were.

Today was the big fair to celebrate summer break at your children’s school and you were helping set up like you always did. John wasn’t one to be active in the community let alone sign up to help, he had enough on his plate.

You on the other hand wanted to show up for your children because they loved seeing you while they got to run around and have fun. You had asked John if he’d be able to help but he told you he had some stuff to do on base, which he did; but now he didn’t want to go to work.

It was unsettling for John to find out these things from his children but he also knew you would have mentioned something worth attention. Always taking peoples kindness at face value. It was the sweetness and trusting part about you that made John worry. His insecurities of how he aged faster than you weighing heavy on his broad shoulders. To this day he still adamantly believed you were out of his league.

The thought of you this morning giving him a quick kiss goodbye as he grabbed your ass and pulled you into a quick make out made him worry more. With a sly grin you strutted out in athletic shorts that made your ass look amazingly round. That tight little Lululemon zip up had John’s head spinning. It hugged your chest so perfectly and you only had a sports bra on underneath that you would think compressed your breasts, but no it somehow pushed them up and together. You were a sight for sore eyes and your husband like always was drooling over you.

John’s head was in the gutter, flirting with you that he’d push those little shorts to the side and have you cream for him when you got home. Now he was realizing other men probably had a very similar train of thought as his own. It was obvious when you dressed to capture John’s attention which was not today. He knew you were just wearing something that felt comfortable in the heat and covered enough skin. It wasn’t your fault you looked absolutely delectable in athletic wear on this hot summer day.

“When’s Auntie Sarah going to be here? She’s dropping us off right?” Jj asked now tugging on his fathers crew neck. John snapped out of his thoughts peering down at the 8 year old.

“Yes, Sarah will be here any minute.”

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John was peeling out of the bases parking lot as he headed to the school fair. The meeting had run long and John was called out for not paying attention. For the first time in his entire career he said he need to be back at home for personal reasons. Why he chose to use this excuse now was beyond him, considering it would have been better used if one of children were sick.

The thought of you being hit on by other dads made his skin crawl. John had also realized that no one at your children’s school had met him. So you must seem like a single mom or at least a neglected one since he was away so often. You never complained though always giving him the highlights and mentioning he would’ve loved being there. John wasn’t jealous, fuck that he just needed to make sure you were okay. At least that’s what he told himself.

John Price was a man of composure and stoic in nature, not a man of jealousy. He was a man made and sculpted for his role of Captain in the military. Dressed in his camouflage cargo pants and an army green t-shirt that was neatly tucked in he realized he was going to stick out. That didn’t matter. All he could think about was you. His beautiful wife and the warm smile you had fashioned on your face whenever in public. That smile was different compared to the lazy ones you gave him, which were his favorite. It was your purest smile he was use to. The one where it wasn’t forced but based off true content and love. The one you cast at your children from across the room or at him in the dim light of your bedroom. John chased that version of you down the narrows roads towards his children’s school.

Pulling into the school parking lot he began to search for a spot until he saw you at the back of your car shuffling things around. You were bent over and trying to fish something out. A man John had never met standing behind you and off to the side. Pointing to something deeper in the car to get you in a more compromising position. The strangers eyes were fixed on your ass and John could tell by the way his lips moved you two were chatting.

With boiling blood John pulled into the closest spot and hopped out of his truck quickly. Taking his hand and pushing down his muttonchops and fixing his hair as he jogged over to you two in his heavy boots. He wanted to rip this man to shreds for looking at you like that but he knew better. You’d lose your mind if he picked a fight and he was more scared of you than anything else. You were sweet to him but you had a firm boundary against any physical violence. You saw it as immature and lacking in self restraint.

“I can carry it.” Your sweet voice fluttered through the humid air. You were now standing with a white cooler pressed to your body as you held it, using your knee for support. The man was leaning in all too close pushing his body against the white object and his eyes darkening with dirty intention. His knee bumped yours which had you shuffling back a step. The contact made you skin feel sticky and gross. When you were asked if you needed help you said ‘no’ but still once again one of the fathers followed to help you.

“It’s no worries Mrs. Price or can I call you Y/N? Maybe over dinner?” The man was moving to take the cooler from your pink painted nails.

“Um-“ John watched as you became somewhat timid at the flirtatious remark then there was a shift in your face. He knew that look all too well he’d seen it a million times. It was the look you gave him and anyone else before you were about to tell them off.

“Darling, I’ll take that for you.” John called from five cars away. He was jogging toward you relishing in the way your head snapped towards the sound of his voice. Your face lit up in a way this stranger had never seen before and wished you’d look at him that way.

“John, you made it!” You set the cooler down and waved him over.

“Dan, this is my husband. John this is Dan he’s Lucas’ father.” You motioned with your hand as you introduced the two men. You couldn’t deny how relieved you were to see him after this awkward encounter.

“Nice to meet you. Your wife is?” John stuck out his hand out capturing Dans in a vice grip. The handshake was so rough it had the other man wincing and trying to squeeze half as tight, then pulling away and holding his hand in pain. The realization that your husband was in fact in the military and not to be fucked around with was terrifying. People had been gossiping about Price because no one knew what he looked like or if he really held up to your description of him.

“Kaitlin.” Dan answered shortly. He seemed flustered as he nodded to you then came up with a lame excuse that his wife needed him.

You two watched as the shorter man walked off and disappeared between cars. John was about to tell you how the guy was checking you out and how your children told him about the other dads taking a shine to you. The thought was interrupted when you kissed his cheek suddenly as he picked up the cooler.

“It means the world to me you found time.” You leaned on your tip toes kissing you husbands chapped lips. John’s didn’t argue being utterly swept up in your charm.

“Also that guys kinda a creep.” Your words were coated in ambivalence.

Your mood changed with the smile you gave him spreading from your lips to your eyes. You were squinting up at him in delight. The jealousy in his heart felt misplaced as he saw the affect his presence had on you.

“Came here just for you.” John almost whispered feeling guilty for his jealousy. You’d never entertain anyone else’s glances or flirtations and John knew that.

“Really? Not the kids?” You teased. You were on the fence as to which was better.

“Yeah, you do so much. I should be available to help you make Jj and Evies day one they won’t forget.” The words were the most sincere he’d spoken that day.

“Well let’s get moving so you don’t have to keep holding that.” You giggled your words out as you pointed to the white cooler in your husbands strong hands. You craved those hands on your body but now wasn’t the time.

Quite honestly him showing up for you and your kids had you weak in the knees. The bonus was seeing how sexy he looked in a fitted shirt tucked in oh so neatly and cargo pants had you craving his body. In a perfect world you would have dragged him back to his truck and rode him just the way he liked. Desperate and dirty.

“What’s in here anyway?” John asked as he followed you in step. Tearing you from your unholy thoughts.

“Fruit and juice.” You shrugged, tips of your ears turning red.

John stood proud by you as the walk grew shorter and shorter. Waving at a few passing parents and introducing him they all seemed pleasantly surprised to see him. Before you entered back into the grass field you grabbed John by his shirt, pulling him off to the side. Stopping he gave you a quizzical look.

“I’ve been wanting to talk to you about this but I just know you can fly off the handle sometimes.” You peered up at your husband through long lashes. He could tell you were nervous by the way you fiddled with your hair.

“Promise I won’t freak out.” John had a strong idea as to what you were going to say next.

“A few of the guys here have made passes at me. I immediately rejected them, they’ve all been single dads. Until now. Which was extremely uncomfortable.” You paused gauging your husbands reaction. He was stoic as usual so you continued.

“I show up for Jj and Evie and thats why I’ve been begging you to come. I was hoping if people saw you then they would quit it.” John could only stare back at you with a blank expression as you confirmed he’s sneaking suspicion.

“Why not tell me?” John asked, titling his head to the side in concern.

“When I told you about that one dad hitting on me and you shoved him into a wall and threatened to bust his knee caps, John.” You reminded.

“He cornered you in a supply closet.” John’s words were even though all he felt was rage at the memory of you scurrying down the hall of Evelyn’s old school looking for him.

“I don’t want that again. I don’t want all the moms at this new school hating me. It’s hard to volunteer and have every woman hate you because one of their husbands is a slag.” You took a breath hating the way your heart ached at others unkindness.

“I won’t do anything rash. I promise.” John leaned forward over the cooler awkwardly to kiss you on the cheek.

“Do I come off as a-“

“Don’t even go there. You’re dressed like everyone else here. Such a shame you just happen to be hot.” John purred the words at you and for some reason the flirtation made you feel better. The lack of confidence you felt before was gone and you were okay in your own skin again. John was right all the other women were dressed similarly some in more revealing clothes.

“Thank you.” You whispered against his lips as he kissed you again.

“No, thank you for putting up with my protectiveness.” John grinned. Breaking away you whispered in earnest.

“I can’t say its a real problem considering how amazing it is for the kids.” You tried to bite back your smirk but John’s laugh had you breaking.

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Jj was standing by one of the concession stand as he watched from a distance as his little sister laughed with her group of friends. It was his duty as an older brother to make sure she was safe. That was what his dad had left him in charge of when he wasn’t there. Jj was hidden between two booths loving the solitude so he could fully enjoy his dessert. The snow cone in his hand was half way gone as Lucas walked by and caught sight of him.

“Oi, guys I found Price!” The red headed boy pointed between the two tents to where Jj stood.

Walking out into the dirt path Jj smiled as the group of three boys from his class ran over. Looking around Jj realized none of his friends were in sight which put him on guard. Lucas was a bully and he liked to target Jj and he’d do that by ganging up on him or teasing his sister until she cried.

“How’s your mom?” One of the boys asked and his words came off teasing which Jj didn’t understand why.

“Good I think.” Jj said skeptically taking another bite of his snow cone.

“Ya’know my dad was saying how hot your mom is. To bad you don’t have a dad.” Lucas sniped. Jj’s stomach immediately turned hearing something so crude about his mom.

“Maybe your dad will date her.” The blonde boy added.

“I have a dad!” Jj stepped up to Lucas. This wasn’t the first time the two boys had gotten into a verbal altercation in fact their teachers had to make sure they weren’t in the same classes. They fought like cats and dogs and you were tired of being called to the principles office because of it. Your words rang loud in Jj’s head and he knew he should walk away.

“Isn’t he off getting blown up?” Lucas shoved Jj at the shoulders making him step back slightly.

“Don’t worry my dad will take care of your m-“ Jj didn’t allow Lucas to say another word. Jj was suppose to be a protector like his dad and he couldn’t let people talk about his mom that way. So he decided this was the perfect time for retaliation. He cocked his shoulder back and smacked his snow cone into the approaching boys face. The slush splattered everywhere getting bits of blue ice on Jj’s orange shirt. The group of onlooking boys hollered and cheered as a fight ensued, the two boys started to wrestle each other. Throwing punches and kicks where they could fit it in.

From a distance you and John witnessed your son line driving his sweet into a classmates face. Your jaw dropped with the cooler to the ground. Stunned you stood there feet rooted as your husband jumped over the white tub and beelined it toward the brawl.

Another father was already there as John pried his son off the red headed boy. Lucas was in a heap on the ground crying and holding his bloody nose. Babbling out how the Price boy had started it. The other father was the man John met who was helping you by your car. Dan, right?

“What is wrong with you?” Lucas father yelled and was staring daggers at Jj. Helping his son up and onto his feet. “Stop crying, Lucas!” He shouted at his son.

“You’re the one who said gross stuff about my mum! I should kick your ass t-“ Johns hand clamped over his sons mouth before he could say another word. When John decided to come surprise his family at the fair this was not what he was expecting. He honestly thought he’d be leaving a hero to his kids because he was going to win them cool prizes or let them eat their weight in sweets.

“I’m sorry.” Was all John said as he lightly guided Jj away from the now on looking crowd. John had to take a breath as to not loose his temper. That was until he was shoved hard from behind.

The force had John stumbling slightly his fight instinct kicking in. Jj was ready to throw punches again but Price caught him by the collar and tugged him behind him. Turning around Lucas father flinched at the sight of your hulking husband. John’s face was angrier than he liked to admit as he stuck his finger in the other fathers face. Blue eyes becoming dark with a violence only men who’ve seen war possessed.

“I suggest you don’t do that again. We’re here to set a good example for the kids.” John’s voice was low and gravely. People were watching and listening so he knew he had to be the bigger man. Taking one more step forward John whispered so only Dan could hear him.

“Keep my wife’s name out of your mouth.” It immediately had the other father backing off. Something about the way he said it was even more intimidating. Like there was an undertone of a threat in the simple words.

Taking Jj’s hand John lead him over to where you and Evelyn were. Your daughter was sitting on a park bench and you were already speaking to the principle. Jj and Evelyn caught eyes and she shook her head back and forth as to tell him this wasn’t good.

“Mrs. Price both boys are looking at expulsion. We do not tolerate violence.”

“I swear it won’t happen again.” You were pleading to not have your little boy thrown out from school.

“Jj stay with your mum. Could I have a word with you Principle Stein?” The older gentleman shook his head and took a few steps away to chat with your husband in private. You sighed in relief and gave your son a death glare.

“The boys father has said some crude things about my wife and his son was retelling it to Jj. I’ll set him straight and make sure he doesn’t ever do what he just did again.” Johns words were sincere and it seemed the Principle was softening.

“No second chances.” He warned.

“Understood, sir.” John shook the older gentleman’s hand and headed back to his family. You were squatting in front of your son trying to get the blue stains out of his t-shirt. While rambling on about how violence is never the answer. John’s heart began to ache at his sons quivering bottom lip. Jj was just like the pair of you; always trying to hold strong and be tough.

“No need to be tough today, lad. You’ve done enough of that.” John’s heavy hand fell onto the thick tufts of hair on Jj’s head.

“I’m sorry, dad.” The young boys cloudy blue eyes were fixed on his shoes.

“C’mon you’re riding home with me.” John motioned for the little boy to follow.

“John.” You grabbed your husband by his forearm and took a step away.

“Talk some sense into him. I have no idea where that came from I’ve never seen our boy hurt a fly. I’m so beside myself I-“

“Darling, I’ll take care of it.” John gave you a quick kiss to the lips. Seeing out of the corner of his eye a few of the mothers staring intently.

“Thank you.” You whispered as you watched your husband and son head towards the parking lot.

“You weren’t kidding when you said your husband was an absolute stud.” Kaitlin another mom was by your side. You couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your chest. John always had a way of dealing with things and deescalating a bad situation. You were relieved that this happened on a day he was here because you would not have know what to do.

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“So your not mad at me?” Jj was looking around the ice cream parlor taking in the colorful decor as he sat next to his father at the bar. The squishy red stools swiveled under his stained shorts.

“I’m proud of you for sticking up for your mum.” John nodded smiling to himself. He pointed at the menu as a waitress came by and she nodded with a smile saying she’d be right back with his order.

“Really? But I punched a kid in the face.” Jj’s blue eyes were fixed on his father with confusion. The boy listened intently as the man he idolized spoke.

“Really. You can’t get into a fight again you’ll be expelled. Come to me and I’ll deal with it okay?” John placed his hand on the young boy shoulder to emphasize his point.

“Okay.” Jj’s eyes went wide as a large three scoop sundae with whipped cream and hot fudge was placed in front of him. Checking with his father John nodded for him to dig in.

“Don’t tell your mum. If she asks tell her I scolded you the whole time.” John knew he was going against what you would see fit. But he couldn’t help the pride he felt that his son stood up to a bully and was even ready to go after the bully’s dad for saying shit.

“I thought we don’t lie to mum.” The words came out muffled as Jj shoved ice cream into his mouth.

“Just this once. We don’t need her angry at the both of us.” John picked up a spoon and began sharing the decadent sundae with his little boy.

“Yeah she’s kinda scary sometimes.”

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“So, Jj said you scolded him the entire ride home.” You were sitting in your king sized bed as John took his spot next to you. The house was quite now and the kids were fast asleep.

“Yeah, made sure he got the message.” Was all John said as he settled his bare back against the headboard.

“Really?” You asked skeptically. By the way your eyebrow quirked John knew he was caught.

“Yeah?” He tried to avoid your eyes and he grabbed his book from the night stand flicking to his dog earned page.

“Because when he told me he had the biggest smile on his face and a smudge of chocolate on his chin.” Your words were prying for John to tell you the truth so he caved.

“Took him to get ice cream.” John turned making eye contact with you. The look in your eyes was one of amusement.

“You’re not mad?” He asked a little taken aback.

“Your his father and if that’s how you think the message will get through to him, I trust you.” You took your husbands hand and he brought your palm to his lips, giving the soft skin a sweet kiss.

“I also don’t think any of those creeps are going to help me anymore. As soon as you left they were all avoiding me.” You giggled out. “Mission accomplished Captain!” You tacked on for humor.

“Good.” John smiled patting you thigh under the thick duvet.

“I think the moms are starting a little fan club in your honor though.” Your words were laced in mischief as you scooted closer to you burly handsome man.

“Piss off.” John snorted out a laugh.

“Oh I’m not kidding! Soon I’m going to have to be batting these women off like you did with those guys.” You had John snickering to himself now.

“You’re all I want, love.” He leaned in placing a kiss to your shoulder.

“I know. Now how about you make good on the promise from this morning.” Biting you lip you flirted.

“Oh you want me that bad?” John purred pulling you closer and crawling on top of you.

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msbigredmachine · 7 months ago

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You Again - Flashback

A/N: A snippet of Evelyn and Joe in high school. I'm still completing Part 2 which hopefully should be up soon.

Warning: Themes of bullying

Word Count: 1.1k

READ PART 1 HERE

Escambia High School, October 2000

“Hey Evie!”

She is so startled she collides with her locker door, her books nearly flying out of her hands. It takes a couple of seconds to regain her bearings and realize who is standing in front of her, and it’s not anyone she’s expecting, certainly not the captain of the cheer team.

“Ayesha,” Evie straightens, awkwardly shoving her books back inside her locker and adjusting her skewed glasses. “Umm, did you…did you want something?” she asks, her arms crossed protectively over herself. They’re not friends - Ayesha has never hesitated to remind her of this - so she wonders why she is here, flashing a megawatt smile that one could mistake to be amiable.

“So…don’t trip,” Ayesha begins, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, “but I found your note in History class.”

For a second she’s confused, and then it hits her. Oh no. Oh god. She tries to play dumb, fighting the urge to look into her History textbook where she’d thought she’d tucked her little, ill-advised daydream away in one of its pages, safe from the prying eyes of the queen of the mean girls. “W-What? What note?”

“The note you wrote, silly. I think you dropped it on the floor, you really need to be more careful, girl,” Ayesha giggles.

It’s a lie and they both know it. Evie wouldn’t be so stupid as to expose such damning evidence, let alone discard it haphazardly in class of all places. Her brain is working frantically, trying to figure out how on earth Ayesha got hold of it to begin with. Each student had to present their History paper in front of the entire class, and she suspects Ayesha swiped the note from her desk when it was her turn. It’s not hard to imagine the malicious glee in her eyes as she read the contents, not too different from the one she is trying and failing to hide right this moment:

Dear Joe, Would you like to go to the Fall Ball with me? YES NO

“Okay,” Evie starts tentatively, treading lightly. “So can I have the note back? Please?”

Ayesha’s eyes widen dramatically. “Oh! I gave it to Joe. I saw his name on it. The note was for him, right?”

Evie feels her heart sink to Titanic depths, her insides heavy from the weight of this shattering news. The magnitude of the trouble she's put herself in brings tears to her eyes but she quickly blinks them away before Ayesha adds it to her ammunition. “Oh…I, uh…it wasn’t for…You’re mistaken, the note was for another Joe-” she starts to backtrack.

“Oh girl, there’s only one Joe in this school who matters and we all know who he is,” Ayesha dismisses flippantly. “Why you so worried anyway? I come bearing good news. He asked me to give you this.” She extends her hand, a piece of paper that looked torn out of a legal pad tucked between her fingers. Eyeing her skeptically, Evie takes it, her anxiety rising as she unfolds it and reads the familiar scribble:

Dear Evie,

Meet me under the bleachers at lunch.

Joe.

Against her better judgment, her heart flutters at his invitation, excitement bubbling inside her just knowing he responded to her. But common sense swoops in, and she stammers, shaking her head, “Look, I don’t…this isn’t necessary at all…Please, let’s just forget that any of this happened-”

“Girl, are you seriously chickening out on Joe Anoa’i?” Ayesha counters. “This is a once in a lifetime opportunity for you and you’re turning it down?”

Evie makes one last throw of the dice, desperate to get out of this predicament. "But why are you doing this? Isn't he your boyfriend?"

"It's...complicated," Ayesha answers easily, placing a hand on Evie's shoulder. “Sweetie, any girl would kill to be in your shoes right now. Who knows, he might say yes. Are you really gonna throw that away because you’re scared?”

Terrified, actually. Not much good comes out of interacting with Joe Anoa’i when you’re not a member of his precious clique. But Ayesha is right. A private meeting with the most popular boy in school is too enticing to pass up, if only this once. So Evie forces herself to wait through the agonizing hour and a half before lunchtime, embroiled in thoughts of how their conversation will go.

It turns out she should have trusted her gut, because the minute she steps onto the field, something feels off.

Joe is not here. Outside is eerily quiet save for the muted bustling inside the cafeteria a few feet away. Chalking it up to him standing her up, Evie permits herself to exhale a huge sigh of relief and spins back towards the building, eager to forget all about the mess she almost made.

Then, it happens. Out of the shadows, they step out, seemingly from every corner of the stands. Jon. Josh. Ayesha and her lackeys, Kelli and Chichi. All of them emerging one by one until she is surrounded by his entire posse.

And last but not least, Joe appears like some kind of video game final boss. He steps between the twins, both of whom stare her down with the same demeanor as vultures circling over a carcass. He twirls her letter between his long fingers, his handsome face wearing a sugary sweet smile and a spiteful glint in his eye that strikes terror in Evie.

“So, Evie…I read your little message to me. It was…sweet. Real cute,” he says, coming closer to her, humored by the way she tenses as he towers over her. “I just have one question…”

He gently trails the corner of the note along her cheek. The gesture would be considered as intimate if his eyes didn't harbor so much malevolence. “Did you really think my answer would be yes?”

The group bursts into laughter, the sounds cruel and taunting. Joe circles around her, regarding her with the same countenance as a piece of gum stuck underneath his Air Max sneakers. “What makes you think I’d ever wanna go to the dance with a nobody like you? Huh?” He throws an arm around Ayesha and kisses her cheek. "Babe, didn't you tell her you were going with me?"

Ayesha crosses her arms and shrugs with fake nonchalance, an even faker smile on her pretty face. "I wanted to...but it was much more fun fuckin' with her head."

She should have known better. Better than to write that shit in the first place. Known that Ayesha was setting her up from the start; known that standing her up or simply ignoring her was too merciful, too tame for Joe and his coven.

It’s beyond humiliating, and all Evie wants is for the ground to swallow her whole.

Ayesha steps up to her, angling her head low enough to catch Evie’s teary-eyed expression. “Awww, are you gonna cry? You gon’ cry bitch? You thirsty-ass pathetic loser?”

Ayesha's arms shoot out, shoving Evie so hard that she falls over, crying out as her knees collide painfully with the ground. Her glasses slip off her face and onto the cold dewy grass and dirt. Her tears splash onto the cracked lenses as they all step past her fallen frame, their cackles echoing in her ears long after they are gone.

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Fun fact: A version of this incident happened to me in high school in real life. Only difference is I wasn't pushed. 😭😭😭

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𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞── S.S

pairing:: Sebastian Stan x Fem!actress oc reader

Plot:: Sebastian and you go to an awards show since you're both nominated, and Sebastian gets hard when he sees his girl in that dress she bought just for him

Warning:: little plot .more sex. S E X. use of the word "slut". did i say SEX?

note:: hey! I'm sorry I disappeared for so long, I had no inspiration and I was very stressed, but I bring you this little end-of-year gift that I hope you enjoy.

That night was too important, because my husband and I had been nominated for the Oscars, I for best actress and he for best actor for his movie "a different man" in which he played Edward. I was too excited for the night that awaited us, although I have been in this world of showbiz since my 20s, I knew that this time it was going to be memorable.

My costume designers had planned something simple, but still sexy, a black V-neck dress, I fell in love with it as soon as I saw it, but Seb was not supposed to find out until we saw each other at the awards ceremony, since we were not going to arrive together due to our still private relationship, we decided to leave it like that for the moment since, although we did not care what people, the press or the fans thought, we thought it would be best to be like that and eventually reveal it.

I had finally arrived at the theater where the big awards show was taking place, my nerves practically bursting out of me. I got out of the limo with a big smile and fixed my hair and dress once I stepped out of the car, I started to hear screams and cheers from the audience, I approached the fans and started to greet them and take pictures with them, because I knew better than anyone that I wouldn't be here without them. A few interviewers came up to me to ask how I felt, my predictions for the night, my outfit, etc. until Axel Kuschevatzky finally asked the inevitable

"Evelyn, there have been several rumors about your relationship with Sebastian Stan, I want to know, is it true that you two are a couple?" ── The interviewer speaks, I stand still for a second, but I let out a slight laugh and shake my head

"No, I'm sorry, I can't give that information" ── I answered with a small smile while nervously fixing my hair, but he didn't seem to have enough, and he questioned again

"You two have been together in several movies, we saw you together in Infinity War, when the relationship between your characters was confirmed. Then we saw you in Fresh, but we couldn't help but notice the undeniable connection between you two. Is there really nothing there?" The Argentinean asks again with a slight impatience, but I shake my head again

"No, we're just good friends, there's nothing more" ── I answer again with my fakest smile possible, finally we say goodbye and I pose again on the red carpet, meeting several of my friends and colleagues, Kieran, Margaret, Paul, among others. But the one who catches my attention is Sebastian, I approach him calmly, not wanting to raise suspicions, and we both pose for the photographers, after a few seconds he leans down to whisper to me

"Honey, you look incredibly good in that dress, it was made to measure for you, you look damn hot" the brown-haired boy mentions with a smile still looking at the cameras, I approach his ear and answer "well, I bought it so you could rip it off me tonight" I murmur in his ear, I felt him tense up, as his grip on my hip became stronger, he looked me straight in the eyes and sighed

"Evelyn, are you planning to kill me, sweetie?" he asks and lets out a light dry laugh, slowly shaking his head "no, I'm just saying what I want…" I knew I was playing with fire, provoking him like this, at such a big event, with thousands of people, thousands of cameras and thousands of spectators, but I couldn't help it.

We finally entered the theatre, the show was about to start, but first we all had to go in. We sat next to each other, he at his table with the cast of A different man and I with the guys from Challengers, where I was nominated for playing Tashi. The film had been a resounding success. Seb and I were each at our table but sitting next to each other, too obvious to go unnoticed. I decided to tease Seb a little by telling him that he was a little cold since he hadn't talked to me since the photos. He chuckles lowly, shaking his head in amusement. "Cold? Me? Hardly. I'm just keeping the distance we said, darling. We're here for business, not to ogle each other all night" His gaze lingers on you for a moment longer than necessary before he looks away, trying to appear unaffected by your charms. "Although…" he pauses, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes "…if you insist on distracting me, I suppose I could find ways to keep you busy." The suggestion is made in a teasing tone, but there's an undercurrent of heat that betrays his attempt at nonchalance.

I smirk softly, knowing exactly what he means "Oh yeah? how?" i ask, he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Well, for starters, we could sneak off to the bathroom and make out like teenagers. Or perhaps find a quiet corner where I can nibble on your ear and drive you wild." His words are laced with seduction, his breath warm against my skin as he speaks. "Of course, there's always the option of heading straight to the after-party and getting absolutely wasted together. Anything to take your mind off this tedious award ceremony, hmm?" He grins wickedly, enjoying the effect his provocative suggestions have on me, Fucker.

"Shit, you´re right...what do we do? what happen if they catch us?" i ask a bit worried, trying to keep my voice down

He scoffs, rolling his eyes in disdain, “Please, who cares what they think? They’re just a bunch of celebrities and industry people who think they’re important.” His hand finds yours and squeezes it, “Let them talk. In the end, all that matters is us and our pleasure.” After saying that he winks at me and mumbles a small “follow me,” he apologizes to his co-stars and gets up, heading to the bathroom. A few minutes later, so as not to arouse suspicion, I do the same, texting him asking where he is, he replies that he’s in the men’s room, so I approach him trying to go unnoticed. I enter after making sure that no one is there to see us, and I walk in, finding my husband with his arms crossed leaning on the sink. "You took a while…" he mentions, I roll my eyes and move closer, placing both arms around his shoulders "there were a lot of people, and I didn't want to arouse suspicion" he nods and replies "Now, why don't we put that mouth of yours to good use? I've been thinking about your lips all day…" His tone is authoritative yet playful, his desire for me evident in every word

"Is that it? Well… you want to know what I've been thinking about all day?" I asked, looking into his beautiful blue eyes, those that looked at me with lust and adoration, "I'm all ears, pretty girl" the man answers, bringing me closer to him. I get close to his ear, close enough for him to hear "I've been dreaming about you taking me to the bathroom, ripping off my panties, pulling my dress back and fucking me…" A low growl escapes his throat at your bold confession, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

"Fuck, you really know how to turn me on, don't you?" He nuzzles his face into your neck, breathing in your scent. "I've been hard since the moment I saw you in that dress, you little whore" I am surprised by the nickname, normally it is praise and pure love with him when having sex, but now it seems different, His hands roam over your body, cupping your breasts through the thin fabric of your dress before slipping beneath to fondle your nipples.

"So responsive…" He pinches one of the hardened buds, tugging gently, watching my reaction with hooded eyes. "I can't wait to see how you react when I'm buried deep inside you." His fingers find the hem of your dress and start lifting it, exposing more of my skin inch by delicious inch. "Now, let's get these panties off you. I need to feel your slick heat wrapped around my cock." He hooks his fingers into the waistband and tugs, eager to claim what's his.

"s-seb, wait.." I stop him, he moves away slightly quickly, it's something I love about him, he's always willing to stop if I don't feel comfortable, but this time it's not like that, and I just want him to fuck me non-stop "I want your…I want your cock"

A sharp inhale, followed by a low, husky laugh. “Is that so? Well, aren’t you a naughty little thing?” He reaches down, freeing his straining erection from the confines of his pants. “Come on, show me what you’re working with.” He guides my head closer, the tip of his cock brushing my lips. “Open your eyes wide, baby. Time to put that talented mouth of yours to good use.” His voice is thick with arousal, his grip on my hair gentle yet firm as he positions you exactly where he wants you.

“Don’t be shy now. Take me deep and show me how much you want it.” He thrusts forward, pushing past my lips and into the warm, wet cavern of my mouth. “Mmm, that’s it…” He moans, relishing the feel of my lips and tongue enveloping him. “Suck me like you’re a fucking slut. I wanna feel you gag on my cock.” His hips begin to rock, setting a steady rhythm as he fucks your face, lost in the primal pleasure of the moment. “That’s it, so… oh god…” his praises are interspersed with curses and moans, each punctuated by the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. “Fuck, you’re incredible, what an incredible little slut you are…” with one last, powerful thrust, he hits the back of my throat, his climax erupting as he fills my mouth with his seed. “Swallow it all, beautiful. Every last drop.” He holds me in place, riding out the waves of his orgasm, before slowly pulling out and shoving himself back into his pants. “Well, that was… impressive,” he smiles, his eyes shining with satisfaction. “I think we can safely say that fantasy is now a reality.” He leans in, capturing my lips in a deep, lingering kiss, the taste of himself "Well doll. I think that's it" he runs a finger down my chest, his touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. I moan loudly at his touch, but a sound makes my blood run cold, a few laughs behind the door and it opens, Sebastian lifts his pants and He helps me adjust my dress, caressing my back in the process, Seb opens the cubicle door once he is sure that there are no Moors on the coast, I leave first and after a few minutes he returns to his table. We see each other with a knowing look, and I listen to them ask him why it had taken so long. I couldn't help but laugh maliciously to myself, which he noticed, and he only responded that he had matters to resolve, and that he would return later. At least one thing was certain, this time was not going to be the first, and I was in for a long night.

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