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You're the Only Girl for Me - Chapter 21

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August 21st 2021 - Summerslam

Las Vegas, NV

“So you’re coming to the twins' party tonight?”

“Absolutely not.” Airielle immediately answered with an eye roll, as the two of them sat backstage watching Josh and Jon’s match against the Mysterio’s. “I will give Jon his gift tho, before my flight back to Pensacola.”

“What about Josh?”

“What about him?” Airielle responded back, glaring at Trinity, who had a smirk on her face.

“Sis, we got the plane tickets together.” Again, Airielle rolled her eyes.

“Well you and Jon can take Jayla and Jaden, since y’all now have two extra tickets.” Airielle said, pulling the envelope out of her bag and handing it to Trinity.

“Airielle come-on now..”

“Or You can give it to Josh and he can give the other ticket to Yara or whatever, I don’t care.” Trinity gave Airielle a look. “I do not care.” She said standing up from her seat.

“No” Trinity whined as Airielle started to walk away. “Don’t leave me!” Airielle stuck her tongue out and continued on her way. She was relieved to finally have the plane tickets out of her possession. They were causing way more anxiety than necessary.

She and Trinity had decided to plan their partners (at the time) birthday together and since Josh had shown his whole ass for her birthday she thought it was only right for her to do the same. Josh had mentioned how he wanted to go to Turks & Caicos. She had splurged on the best private villa for her and Josh to stay. Even though they were supposed to be with Trin & Jon the couples had their own private entry to the villa and would only have to see each other when they wanted to.

Airielle was so deep in her thought she didn’t see Angel Garza as he stood in front of her, trying to get her attention. She let out a “oof” as they collided.

“Mierda!” He said as he grabbed his arms to steady her so she wouldn’t topple over in her heels. “Are you okay?” He asked her and she nodded.

. “Yes I'm fine Angel. I should watch where I'm going.” She said and he laughed.

“You know princesa,” Angel started, as he pulled her closer to him. “I’ve seen movies like this.” She furrowed her eyebrows at him.

“Movies? What are you talking about?”

“Cómo se dice uh.. meet-cute.”

“A meet-cute?”

“Yeah, you know, boy and girl run into each other, girl falls in love boy- “

“Boy gets his ass whopped if he don’t get the fuck on.” Josh cut him off and he slid in between Angel and Airielle mean muggin’ the hell outta Angel.

“Oh my god” Airielle muttered, slapping her hand on her forehead.

“Get the fuck on.” Josh said again after Angel didn’t move. It was then Airielle noticed the camera crew that had their cameras trained on the three of them and she cursed. She forgot the Total Divas crew were following the cast around today.

“Josh, stop.” She whispered, gripping the back of his shirt when he went to advance towards Angel. “It’s cameras filming you.” Angel smirked at Josh, waived at Airielle and continued on his way.

“Wassup man? I’ve been calling you for days.” Airielle rolled her eyes.

“We have nothing to talk about.” She stated, crossing her arms over her chest and cutting her eyes over to the camera crew, who were still recording them.

“You said you weren’t mad at me.” Josh said, as he stepped in front of her when she tried to walk around him.

“Yeah, well I lied, Joshua. I’m pissed off and I just want to be left alone.”

“So why didn’t you answer the phone so we could talk about it Airielle? Oh my god She thought as she looked over to the camera crew again, knowing they were definitely going to use this footage.

“Because there is nothing to talk about.” She huffed out.

“Us. We can talk about us.”

“There is no us anymore Joshua.” He scoffed.

“And whose fault is that? We were rocking strong Rih. I ask you to move in with me and you do a whole 360. Probably could’ve been engaged by now and shit.”

“That's the problem.” She hissed, pushing him away from her. “You wanna move way to fuckin fast Josh. 5 months and you wanted to move in together! Is that not crazy as hell?”

“You so damn selfish,” He stated. “It’s always about how you feel or what you think. What about me? Do you have any idea of how much it hurt me to see you with Raymond and then to catch you kissing him after you said y’all weren't together.”

Airielle felt like shit now. Even though she shouldn’t because she left Raymond alone until she saw Josh with Yara.

“Yo, y’all good?” Josh and Airielle broke their staring contest to look over at Jon and Trin who had just walked up on them.

“I have to go.” Airielle muttered as she walked away from them, Josh tried to follow her but Jon stopped him.

“She always running.” She heard Josh tell Jon and Trin before she ducked into an empty room in the arena. She let out a shaky breath and leaded against the door. She knew she had fucked up by kissing Raymond but Josh had done the unthinkable…the unforgivable by sleeping with Yara.

Trinity 💚: pleaseeeeeeeee Trinity 💚: im begging on my hands and knees here! To Trinity 💚: lemme see.

Airielle let out a laugh as her phone started ringing with a facetime call. She answered and started laughing harder at what she saw.

Jon and Trinity had their cheeks pressed together and they both were pouting at the phone. “Please” They both begged at the same time.

“I don’t wanna be the only bad bitch here ,Airielle.” Airielle let out a giggle and rolled her eyes.

“Look at how you got my lil bro’” Jon said as he snatched the phone out of Trin’s hands and flipped the camera to show a dejected looking Josh. “Lil Uce keep looking towards the door to see if you comin’” Airielle couldn’t help but bite her bottom lip as she took him in. He was looking real good, she almost got up to put some clothes on - NO! Her inner voice yelled at her. He had sex with Yara, fuck him!

“He could be looking for Yara.” Airielle mumbled, and she heard Jon suck his teeth before he flipped the camera back to himself.

“Sis be forreal.” Jon slurred. “Yara is here and before you say anything, Uce ain’t paying her no mind. I mean zero.” She let out another laugh when Trinity held up the hand gesture for zero behind Jon’s head. “So getcho’ ass down here and come cheer my brother up!”

“ No you did not!” She heard Jon yell out as she walked into their section. She watched Josh do a double take, his jaw dropping open as he took in her outfit.

“Happy Birthday!” Airielle said as she handed Jon a gift bag. Josh looked like he expected a gift too, but when she walked past him and towards Trinity and Mercedes, he sunk back down into his seat.

“Yay!” Trinity and Mercedes cheered, pulling Airielle into a hug. “Girl you look hot as hell!”

“I said cheer him up, not give him a heart attack.” Jon giggled.

“Y’all drunk as hell, lemme catch up!” Jon yelled out drink orders and Airielle made her way to the bar to order them.

“First of all, do you see what she’s wearing?” Josh heard Yara ask but like Jon said, he was paying her no mind. “Her whole ass is out!” Josh gritted his teeth as he watched Airielle lean on the bar top to point at something and he stood up, ignoring Yara calling his name and marched over to Airielle.

“Damn,” Her whistled lowly as he walked closer to her, no shame in his game as he eyed her body. “You look good.” He whispered into her ear as he boxed her in between the bar and his body, while he flagged down the bartender for her. “You know it’s my birthday too. Where my present at?”

Airielle snorted but didn’t turn around to face him. “Don’t you got a girlfriend to go be with or something. Why you over here bothering me?” She thanked the bartender but before she could grab the tray of drinks, Josh grabbed it and with his other hand he laced his fingers with hers, leading her back over to the section.

Yara watched with narrowed eyes as Josh sat down next to Airielle. He had been ignoring her all night and Yara was about to put a stop to it. Josh was her man now.

“Joshy, come on, let's dance.” Airielle snorted and choked on her drink at Yara’s nickname for Josh. She cut her eyes over at Josh who had his eyes closed and was shaking his head. That’s exactly what he gets. Airielle thought just as Thot Shit by Megan Thee Stallion started blasting through the club.

“This my jam y’all!” Trinity yelled, grabbing Airielle and Mercedes hands and pulling them towards the dance floor. Josh was in a trance as he watched Airielle out on the dance floor. Mesmerized by the way she moved her body to the beat. He had to get his girl back ASAP.

Four songs and three more shots later Airielle pulled herself away from the dancefloor to rush towards the bathroom. As she was coming out she bumped into Josh who was obviously waiting for her as he leaned against the wall.

“Where ya little girlfriend at?” She asked, looking around. He chuckled and walked closer to her.

“I’m looking at her.” Airielle rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. “You wore this for me?” He asked as he dragged his eyes, slowing up her body.

“Josh please.” She said as she rolled her eyes again and tried to walk around him but he stepped in front of her, and started to slowly back her into the wall. He slowly leaned into her and watched how she let out a gasp at how close he was getting.

Before she could say anything, their lips connected. She felt him moan into her mouth and she tilted her head to be able to kiss him back. his hands now gripping her hips while her arms wrapped around his neck. His tongue exploring the inside of her mouth. He broke the kiss and slid his hands to rest just above her ass. He rested his forehead against hers

“I’m sorry alright, I was hurt and angry and I should've never took it there with Yara. I don’t want us to be like this anymore. I want you. Only you.”

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earthtoharlow · 11 months ago

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Teach Me: Party of Five

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Ariel and Jack were sitting on the couch cuddling, the latter tenderly rubbing her bump.

“Jack, stop that tickles!” Ariel said giggling as she watched her husband walk his fingers along her bump

Jack just smiled, pressing a kiss to her belly. “I just can’t believe there’s two babies in there.” He whispered.

“Why are you whispering?” Ariel whispered back, confused as they were the only ones in the living room.

“I don’t want Jayla to hear me.”

“Jack, as talented as our daughter is, I don’t think she can hear us from her room on the second floor.” Ariel whispered back just to humor him.

He pressed another kiss to her belly, “Yeah, well you can never be too sure.”

Ariel just shook her head at him and ran her fingers through his curls that he had recently cut into a mullet.

As they were flipping through the channels to find a movie to watch they heard Jayla come skipping down the stairs.

“Wow, you guys are watching a movie without me?” Jayla says before flopping down in between the two breaking up the cuddling.

“Careful.” Jack told Jayla to make sure she didn’t hurt Ariel.

Ariel looked over at him, giving him a look letting him know she was fine but still placed a pillow in front of her just in case and continued flipping through the movie selection.

“OH let’s watch Finding Nemo!” Ariel said excitedly stopping on the movie as he popped up on Netflix.

Jayla began to shake her head, “Mom, I’m almost a teenager! I don’t wanna watch this kid’s movie.”

Jack almost died inside hearing Jayla talk about almost being a teenager, he was about to have a teenager and then twin babies in the house. While nervous he was excited to grow his family and go on this journey with Ariel. When Alyssa passed he thought it was just going to be him and Jayla forever, he was glad that Ariel came into their life.

“I agree with your mother, I kinda wanna watch Finding Nemo, it’s a classic.”

“Fine, but I’m not gonna be happy about it.”

Jack and Ariel looked at their daughter and then looked at each other smiling, knowing that she was going to be into the movie halfway through like always.

It was quiet as they began watching when Jack heard sniffles next to him, at first he thought it was Jayla but she was looking at Ariel.

“Mom…are you crying?” Jayla asked

Ariel wiped the tears that were falling from her eyes. “What? No, of course not!”

If Jack didn’t know Ariel was carrying his children he would’ve been worried. But he had noticed over the last few days that the smallest things were making her emotional. When he got his hair cut into a mullet earlier this week, Ariel spent ten minutes crying over his lost curls. He had to spend another ten minutes calming her down, explaining that it would grow back.

“It’s ok if you are,” Jayla said comforting Ariel as she scooted closer and wrapped her arm around her. “Thanks baby, you’re so sweet.” Ariel said, placing a kiss on her forehead and pulling her even closer. At first they were worried how Jayla would react to becoming a big sister, but moments like this calmed their nerves. Jayla was going to be an amazing big sister.

***

“Dad, maybe mom should help me. I mean she is a teacher.” Jayla told her father as he continued to help with her math homework.

“No, your mother still isn’t feeling well and I got this. They just teach math so differently these days.” Jack told her as he continued doing the math problem on some scrap paper. Jayla just rolled her eyes as she watched him do the problem over for the 4th time.

Jayla sat up from her seat at the kitchen table when her mother came rushing in and started going through the cabinets.

“Mom! Can you help me with my homework, dad doesn’t know what he’s doing!” Jayla asked, giving her dad a side eye.

“HEY!” Jayla shrugged her shoulders at him.

“Sure honey, give me just a moment.” Ariel told her before sighing and walking across the kitchen to the refrigerator. Jayla gave her father a confused look wondering what her mother could possibly be looking for. Jack just simply shrugged his shoulders, confused as well.

“Mom, what are you looking for?” Jayla finally asked. Head still deep in the fridge Ariel replied “Just looking for some chocolate syrup.”

That made Jayla even more confused, it wasn’t Sunday where they would either go out to have ice cream as a family or have a mini ice cream bar at home.

“For what?” The ever curious preteen questioned

“I just need it for these pickles.” Ariel told her as she finally spun around to face them. Jack had to hide his gag at the thought of pickles dipped in chocolate syrup.

While that combination was disgusting, her mother wanting to eat chocolate was even more concerning. “Mom, you don’t even like chocolate!”

That’s when Ariel took a pause, eyes widening slightly. Trying to discreetly tell Jack to help her.

Jack coughed trying to stall as he came up with an excuse, “Jayla, don’t question your mother.”

Ariel rolled her eyes at the failed attempt. “You’re right sweetie, I had just seen a tik tok of someone trying it and it piqued my interest, I’ll have to show you later. Anyway, let me help you with this math homework. While your father runs to the store and gets some chocolate syrup.” She said with a smile before cutting an eye at her husband. Jack immediately got up from the table to head to the store, knowing better than to argue.

Jayla, still taken aback by the unusual food request, just simply nodded her head before showing her mom her work. While Jayla began finishing her work after Ariel explained it once more, she pulled her phone out underneath the table and texted Jack one more request. “Can you buy ice cream too, please. I think I want to dip my pickles in them.”

Giggling when Jack sent the throwing up emoji back then almost immediately editing the text to send the thumbs up emoji.

***

Jayla noticed for weeks how her mom was constantly sneaking away to the restroom after every meal, eating weird foods and her dad being more protective than ever.

Jayla dropped her fork on the glass plate, it fell loudly which got both of her parents attention.

Ariel and Jack looked at her confused and concerned.

“Okay, tell me the truth, are you pregnant?

Ariel and Jack looked at each other wide eyed, the latter picking up his fork to shove food in his mouth to avoid answering.

Ariel pushes the food around on her plate before answering, “What makes you think that?”

“I don't know, not to be mean but you’ve been super emotional lately. You cried watching Finding Nemo the other day.” Jack started chuckling under his breath and Ariel pinched his thigh roughly, making him jump in his seat.

“His mother dies, I’m only human!” Ariel tried to explain but Jayla wasn’t too convinced.

The preteen rolled their eyes before replying. “Seriously mom, you can tell me! I’m 12 now which means I’m almost a teenager!”

At the mention of almost being a teenager, Jack immediately started rubbing his temples, before looking over at Ariel who was already looking at him.

Jayla watched her parents in excitement, as it seemed like the two were debating on whether to tell her or not. Ariel and Jack gave each other a slight nod before looking over at Jayla once more.

“Ok, yes. I’m pregnant!”

Jack covered his ears as loud squeals came from his daughter, Jayla jumped from her seat and rushed over to hug her mom.

“Oh my gosh! I’m so excited!” Jayla said excitedly before placing a hand on her stomach. “I can’t believe there’s a baby in there.”

“Babies, actually.” Ariel said low, Jayla hardly heard her.

“What?” Jayla said, looking up at her.

“Well…”Ariel started “Your mother is having twins.” Jack said finishing her sentence.

“No way!” Jayla yelled, grinning from ear to ear. “You’re being serious, right?” Ariel nodded her head.

Jack nodded, smiling like a fool as tears rolled down Ariel’s face. “You’re going to be a big sister to twins, Jayla.”

They didn’t think the smile on Jayla’s face could get any wider. “This is the best day of my life.” Jayla practically sang, looking at her parents before leaning down to her moms belly. “Hey guys, It’s your funny and cool big sister. I can’t wait to meet you.” Jayla whispered, kissing Ariel’s stomach.

Ariel's eyes sparkled with more tears as Jayla continued talking to the babies. When she looked over at Jack beside from her, his eyes matched her own.

“I love you.” He silently mouthed, Ariel repeated it back. The rest of the night was filled with Jayla asking a million questions and they wouldn’t change it for the works. Happy that Jayla took the news well.

***

Sorry if there’s any typos I finished this at 3am, but yay Jayla knows now! Next blurb will be Ariel giving birth! Thank you reading, let me know your thoughts! :)

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freshlyrage · 5 months ago

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Running Like Water

Chapter 30

pairing: Javier Peña x OFC (written as xReader)

fic warnings: NSFW Explicit Smut (18+ MDNI) language, strained family relationships, mentions of drug abuse, discussions of insecurities and body image issues, daddy and mommy issues

fic tags: Best friends younger sister, Life-long crush, Friends to lovers, Unrequited love, slow burn, Push and Pull, Small Town Dynamics, Secret Relationships, latina MC, Fluff and Angst, OFC!Jessica Alba face claim, sorry Lorraine I'm bringing you into this, Time jumps, 2 year age gap, pre-canon

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Genie gives you a sly smile when she sees your smirk when you sit back down on the couch.

Javier trails behind you, excusing himself to the kitchen to cook. You’re not sure what you’re doing. Honestly, you’re probably going to regret this. Fuck it. It felt too good to hold him. You tasted him, lips pressed to his neck. Touching someone you love, what a dangerous game. You’ll stay here tonight, then you’ll make a decision on what the next week looks like. A personal test that will probably have Jayla yelling your ear off about how bad of an idea this was.

Still you watch him from the love seat that faces the doorway to the kitchen. Seeing him move in the kitchen with deft, wiping his brow, clenching his jaw and looking oh so tortured. Your legs crossed, preventing any silly ideas you might conjure up from the beers Genie kept feeding you.

Everyone in the house seemed to be in good spirits. Even your mother who had been housing a glass of wine. Everyone was a bit tipsy by ten. The girls asleep atop coats on Chuchos bed down the hall. They’ll be woken from their slumber at midnight to ravage through the gifts under the tree.

Javier comes in alas, two beers in hand and beelines straight toward the empty seat next to you. Settling down, legs spread, offering up a beer for you. Your cheeks redden at the gesture, feeling your brother's knowing gaze. “Thank you.” You whisper, nudging him.

He doesn’t respond and just shifts to get more comfortable. Settling into the couch, shoulder to shoulder with knees pressed against each other. He could give you space but he decided against it. The closeness sends a shock to your core and you wish to forget it. He clears his throat and looks ahead at his father who also had a knowing smile at the interaction.

“It’s great to finally have both of you home.” Chucho nods. “Through all the ups and downs I’m just happy to see the four of you— Frankie, Genevieve, Andrea and Javi still friends. Just glad you guys are over your marijuana phase.”

The room erupts in laughter, you put your hands up in defense. “I never! Never smoked in here.”

Frankie cackled, “Yeah because Javi never let you, he was all— she’s too young for that shit.” The living room swirled with another round of laughs at the spot on impression of Javier.

“Wait… you guys smoked pot?” Your mother asked, eyes wide. Devoid of anger, just shock. The four of you grinned.

“It was the seventies.” Genie comments, cringing and bringing her water to her lips. She had been the only one of us completely sober. Your mind began to wander. James shook his head.

“Listen, they smoked pot and look how well off they all are. Beautiful family and two thriving salons. School teacher in New York City. And an American hero.” He butts in. Everyone in the room nods, your brother and his wife leaning into each other with smiles. Your eyes fall to your lap and slowly ride up from Javi’s knee to his face. A frown taut on his lips.

“Don’t look so down Javi. What are your next steps now that you’re here?” Your mom slurs, gesturing for him to speak. Her gold bangles sounded like sleigh bells from hell. You suck your teeth, feeling him tense up next to you. An American Hero. It strokes something in him and you feel him closing in on himself beside you.

“Uh- I just-I haven’t”

“Mami, he just got home today.”

She waved a hand for you to scratch. “Ay nena, I’m talking to Javier here.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes, seeing him struggle to adjust to all this attention. He must have spent a lot of time talking about anything but himself. It would be a lot for anyone. To come home after three traumatic years to pestering questions from drunk elders. You see his eyes, nervous and unlike himself. You resist the urge to place your hand on his knee. He glances at your eyes then down at your lips swiftly before focusing on your mother again. Your brain short circuits at that, severely confused by his decision to fuck up your plan to keep your panties on tonight.

“Uhm-ehem.” He clears his throat. “I’m going to take it slow. Hopefully find someone, start a family. All in due time I suppose.” He chuckles and your mother nods curtly.

“Well…” And when your mother begins a statement this way you have to brace yourself for complete and utter nonsense. Shoot. “Lorrianne is still single only–”

“We do not speak the devil's name in this house.” Chucho cuts. And thank god he knew how to dial a room because still you all drunkenly laugh together. Your mother cackled, repeating that it was a joke. Some part of you feels like it’s not.

Still you laugh anyway.

Your mother is too tipsy to question why she’s now riding home with your brother. So is your brother but Genie—she’s winking at you while she pulls out of the parking lot. And Don Chucho doesn’t seem to be bothered. He squeezes your shoulder while you sit at the kitchen table, watching Javier rinse off the dishes.

Truthfully, you’re a bit more tipsy than you thought. There’s something about stepping out into that brisk December air that really hits you with the reality that you had been fed beers for the past five hours.

“You heading to bed?”

“Yes, happy you're home. Don’t do anything stupid.” He whispers the last part in your ear and kisses your cheek before exiting. “Merry Christmas!” He calls from the hallway, a bit slurred.

The entire night had been filled with stolen glances and knees pressing against each other. Not a direct word shared but now you were alone in the kitchen. The tipsier you got, the hotter your cheeks grew. Staring at his back while the stream of the water he uses occupies the silence, you cross your legs. He clears his throat, like he’s waiting to see who breaks this game first.

But honestly, all you could do is stare at the way the ripples of his back muscles and shoulder blades stretch his shirt.

Christ, you think while sipping the cure to your state. Water.

Luckily the pressing questions died down into a session of nostalgic storytelling. You try not to be bothered by your mother not being able to recall one dear moment from your childhood. It seemed everyone had one about you except her.

It made you think of the bee earrings that catch dust on your vanity. You are suddenly too sad to speak.

He clears his throat and turns. Arms crossed, making his biceps bulge in his shirt. Fuck, he was sexier than before. And he’s looking at you that same way. Like it’s taking a lot from him to not just spread you open right there in the kitchen. Your stomach pits at the distant memory of your breasts rubbing against the kitchen counter while he fucked some sense into you. Pretty little wife.

“I’m going to head out for a smoke. My clothes are unpacked yet, there should still be some old shirts in the drawers for you to change into.”

His words are like a splash of cold water, he exits the kitchen and the front door follows. Your brain barely caught up with anything he said. You were faced with the reality once again. You were going to sleep in Javier’s bed, and you promised yourself it was going to be casual.

Good god, why do I set such unrealistic expectations for myself?

You get up anyway, relieved that he’s allowing you privacy to change. You think if he was in the room while doing so you might’ve urged to just take it off himself.

You expected there to be more sentiment when you walked into his room after so long. After the last time.

It was the last time you had sex. It was a memory you liked to not look back on. Your last time being spent with him comforting you after having a panic attack. It was when you told him that you never thought you’d have a healthy sex life. Yet it was so much more than that. You were overcome with the trauma of your first relationship and the blistering reality of being so in love, that you couldn’t bear to watch him leave.

You’re back in that same spot, yet the room is empty, filled with boxes and suitcases.

You feel nostalgia run down your throat with a swallow. But ultimately are left with yearning to make more revelations here.

His bed was ruffled like he napped during the day and he had a suitcase open with clothing jumbled. You know he said to check his drawer but the smell of his cologne enticed you far too much to just throw on some old threadbare shirt that probably smells like a closet.

You pick a green t-shirt. A favorite of his, you remember him wearing it at Xavier’s memorial day barbecue a few years back. With a sting at your knee, you bend down to grab it before striping yourself of your sweater dress. Stockings off and tossed on the floor. With just your panties and hardened nipples grazing the thin material, you climb onto his bed. Dazed and determined to not let your pussy get the best of you.

The door creaked open and he came through. Hooded eyes blinking in disbelief. Maybe being perched on the bed with your thighs on display wasn’t the smartest. Perhaps shuffling under the covers would have been preferable to keeping his or your hands to yourself. He clears his throat and gives you a nod.

“You still smoke.” You comment. You never liked it, far more research has been done and you hate for him to get himself sick over something so trivial.

He clenches his jaw, eyes stuck on the curve of your breasts and nipples for a moment before he bends down to grab a pair of sleep pants from his suitcase. “Yes.” He turns, the unzipping of his pants makes you shift on your heels. Dropping his pants, the backs of his thighs and black boxers in your sight. Still, he respects your earlier requests of no funny business and he pulls on his new pants without a lingering second of sexual suggestion.

Much to your dismay he keeps his shirt on. “It’s still really bad for you.” You whisper, changing your seating position— knees to your chest now, back against the headboard. Javier turns with a small smile on his face observing your things tossed on his floor.

“Wanting things that are bad for you is healthy.” He murmurs, bending down with a soft groan. Folding his pants and placing them back in his suitcase. He looks up into your eyes, “So is wanting something that’s good for you. Makes us human.” He gets into bed with another grunt, old man.

You nod, hands holding your knees. Feeling your wound throb. You bite back a wince. Javier’s eyes are on your knee the second he feels you next to him. Creased brow, he takes his big fingers around your wrist and reveals the injury to him. In an instant, he’s manhandling you, still delicate and considerate of your stinging knee. He moves your legs across his lap. “How’d you get this?” He thumbs the surrounding area, inside of your knee and you throb. More ways than one.

“Fell in the subway.”

He grumbles, stroking and soothing your skin. It’s so much contact in one moment. You’re overcome with the urge to cry and tell him that every time you’ve ever felt pain you wished he were there. Any tiny cut, any feeling hurt, you wished to come home to tell him about it and curse the world together.

God bless you, you’re an honest drunk.

“It was a brutal fall, ripped my stocking and bled all the way home. Then it was snowing so it was all dirty. You ever get hurt and realize you’re no better than a kid, like you just wish there were someone there to kiss it better. Or like wanting someone to rub and be like sana sana colita de rana.” You ramble, eyes on the way his hand covers your entire knee and the way his thumb works into your soft skin. You gaze trails back up to his face and his stunning side profile is what you’re met with. The arch of his nose, the thick hair above his pretty pout. You wanted to drag your lips across it all and claim him.

His brow furrows, and you realize that may be its natural state. His free hand comes up and points at a tiny scar across the bridge of his nose. Eyes widening, you shove your face into his to get a view. Tip of your nose touching his cheek while you observe a new part of him. He chuckles.

“I’ve been on scene for more raids than I can count. Usually it’s a shoot out.” Your chest tightens and you back your face away. “Dodging, frantic, whatever. But there was this one, where we had one of Escobar's sicarios cornered. Well I had him cornered. Really fucked up guy, got two pregnant women killed sort of fucked up. Anyway, I was tired, and angry. And I should have just detained him when I had the chance. But… I was the one who saw the bodies. I wanted to rough him up myself. And I did, but in the midst of it all he head butted me and—yeah. Cracked my nose. Had a small gash and was bleeding all the way down to my teeth.” His finger traces to his mustache.

“Went back to my team, blood still pouring, drying on my mustache. In so much pain I could barely see. The adrenaline was so high so no one bothered to help me. I didn’t want to help me either, I just wanted to get the night done and over with. It was when I got home and dunked my face in cold water that I really wished I had someone there to take care of me.”

He frowns for a moment, not able to look you in the eyes. You both sit in silence and you digest it all. You knew—know, that your lives turned out very differently, you guess you haven’t even thought about how different.

Your frown isn’t momentary, your heart slows in your chest and you swear you don’t think. Maybe you can blame it on your drunkenness tomorrow. But you bring your pointer finger to the scar on his nose and he doesn’t flinch. The crease between his brow just flexes then smoothes out all together.

You rub the scar, and trail down the bump of his nose. You feel the slight crook that it must have left. You move again, grazing the tip, and landing on his mustache. The thing that used to brush against you, and at one point soaked his blood. His lip twitches when the tip of your nail brushes the soft skin of his cupid's bow. The pad of your finger presses against his lips and he cracks into a smile. One that’s more genuine than any he let out today. Maybe it’s because you’re both tipsy that he allows his eyes to crinkle and dimples to deepen. Your finger slipping and pressing to the cold surface of his teeth.

You let your hand fall to his chest, “I wish I was there.” You admit in a whisper.

“I don’t.” His voice vibrates against your palm.

You know what he means, and he knows you know what he means so he doesn’t rush to reassure you. You’re beyond need for that. “I know it was dangerous but I wish I was there to listen to you, wipe off your blood or whatever.” You whisper, doubling down. He huffs, he’s much more solid under your palm than he was a few years back. It must be tough work. You fight the urge to press your lips against the scar on his nose.

“You would have been disgusted by the person I was there—the person I've become.”

“No.” You mutter, you’ve already thought of all the horrible things he could have been doing and forgave him in your head years ago.

He shakes his head and grabs your wrist to move your hand onto your own lap. “I’ve killed people.”

“I know.”

“I fucked at least 2 hookers a week.”

He’s saying it like he wants you to run away or tell him he isn’t good enough, that he’s not the same person. Does he want you to snarl in his face and be angry? It seems like he must have forgotten the type of person you are. “Was it a different one each time?” You ask so maybe you cared more than you’d like to believe.

“It was the same four women.” He burns a hole through the wall with his gaze. He couldn’t even look at you.

“What were their names?”

He snaps to look at you, eyes roving around your face. Utter confusion between his brow. “Do you want me to hurt your feelings?”

“What did you think I was sitting with my legs crossed in New York City?”

He quirks a brow for a moment, you see the smallest glimpse of jealousy in his eyes before he sits up right and smirks. “Julia, Camila, Daniela and Dulce.”

You nod, “I’m hooking up with my colleague.”

He tightens his lips, “Alright.”

You chuckle dryly, tilting your head. “Does that bother you?”

Javier shrugs, “No but unlike you I rather not hear about my exes sexual whereabouts”

Your eyes drop to your lap at that. Tiredness creeping in to protect you from the danger that is speaking to Javier so late in the night. You hated that, “I never thought we’d ever be exes.”

It's silent again, you can almost hear Chucho snoring down the hall. How is it Christmas already, how is he here? How, why the fuck are you in his bed. “I don't typically go into relationships thinking we’re going to be exes.”

“I never thought we’d even be together.” You whisper the confession. Sometimes, she creeps through, who you were ten years ago. Insecure and unsure of everything when the answers are right on display for you. Javier's body is much closer to you this time, sneaking his chin on your shoulder. Lips grazing your jaw. It sobers you up, you bring your hand to the back of his head. Cradling him, while he presses slow kisses to your jaw. Lips just as soft. Your eyes flutter shut, “This is such a bad idea.”

“Why?” He gravels out. His adams apple rolling against your shoulder.

“Because we’re going to end up fucking.”

His teeth grazes your neck, “Would that be so bad?” He slows down, nosing your chest, with hands coming to your waist. Like he’s ready to pull you into his lap at any moment.

You don't want him to stop, the way he’s moving is all that you've craved for years. His shirt thin on your skin, he’s all opened mouth–inching toward your peaked nipples through the shirt. Threatening to mouth away at your breast. His large hands move from your waist, up, up to your breasts. Holding the weight of them, palms covering it all, he inspects it like it's his job. He looks up at you through his brows. Your mouth is open, unable to speak. “Huh Andrea?” He teases. A smirk twitching the edges of his mustache.

Your mouth dry, you lick your lips and snap out of it. “We can’t kiss.”

He takes it as a go ahead, and it is. He kneads at your chest, palm grazing against your nipples and causing your legs to part. “Can I touch you like this?” It's husky and mocking, the way he’s already done it without asking. It's pathetic the way you’re allowing all of this to happen before you even have a serious conversation about everything that went down. You nod.

“We can’t kiss–oh.” He lifts the shirt and attaches his wet mouth to your bare breasts. You moan, toes curling. “We can’t fuck.”

“I'm clean.” He mumbles against your breasts.

“Me too-that's not why–Javi…” Your breath catches in your throat when his free hand grabs a handful of your inner thigh. He’s like a starved man, you, a delicious meal out in front of him, prepared for devouring. Your hand comes to cover his. Moving with him while he moves up the inside of your thigh.

“Why not?” The both of you are staring at your hands conjoined, slipping dangerously close to the gusset of your panties. His eyes flick up to you but your mouth is agape and distracted by the closeness of him, about how he smells the same, how everything feels like before. Why is it so easy to fall back into him, why was it so hard to resist.

Because it’s too much, I’ll tell you I love you again. I’ll never leave. I will never let you leave. His pointer finger grazes then slips in between your panties and your cunt. You were destined to fail your attempt at self preservation. “Just…” You lean back fully and you can feel him heat up beside you. “Just touch me, make me forget.” You whisper. Legs spreading he takes his place, on his knees in the space you’ve made. His hands make no hesitation, he grips at your simple cotton fabric and pulls them off swiftly. He stares, hands on your knees. Eyes hooded and his length hardening before your eyes. Licking his lips, his brows furrow.

“Que quieres olvidar?” It comes out low, whispered and strained. He knows that this means more than just two horny exes rekindling for a night. He knows this comes with years of pain, and bliss and confusion. Slightly toxic, beautifully romantic. He knows this could never be just two people having casual sex, he ignores it anyway and so do you.

You shut your eyes for a moment

“Summer.”

Is all you can think of. It answers everything. Javier’s jaw tightens, you watch the word take meaning in his brain and he nods. Good thing we have all other seasons, he thinks out loud, beyond a whisper. You know he’s your one and only. He leans forward and flips his green shirt up the slightest. He presses two wet kisses to your belly and whispers words unheard before inching his lips right where he’s needed most. His bottom lip ghosts over your clit and your stomach pits. He cuts through his breath with his hot and heavy tongue flicking you. “Mnm” It’s one touch and you're reduced to whimpers of jumbled letters. His pretty lips kissing and sucking at your bare cunt.

“Still…” He grunts, before licking again from your pulsing hole up to your clit that's doing just the same. “Still taste so good.” His southern drawl that he loved to hide creeps up in moments like this. Moments when your face is flush and your chin is quivering from pleasure and agony. Your legs are spread wide and you feel your bruised and cut knee sting but your senses are overloaded so the pain is close to non-existence. You squirm and he murmurs, stay fucking still, before swinging your good leg over his shoulder and continue his feast.

His hot mouth moves to your labia, sucking just to make noise, and back to your cunt that's weeping for him to just put a little bit of him in. But no Andrea-no. You're making such a mess of his face you feel slightly sheepish. His eyes are closed and he’s in his element between your legs. Chin quivering, you want to hold him, he’s reminding you that sex is fucked if its not with him. Your hands fly to the mess of hair on his head. Tugging and moving him, you sit up slightly. Finding him rutting his hips against the bed below him and you feel for him. Your hands slip from the back of his head down to his broad back, taking advantage of the width of him. The hand that found its place holding your thighs in place reaches to your sensitive knot of nerves.

Thumbing you and your body drops back down on the bed. Desperate to scream and moan his name, your shaky hand grabs a pillow from next to you. You stuff your face, and weep against it. “Javi–I’m going to come– oh god please.”

His moan vibrates against your core and he drives. Sloppy and rushed, he rubs you out while his tongue fucks you. On the silent Christmas night you whimper against a bitten pillow while Javier makes out with your pussy. “You're so close baby– did this pretty little cunt miss me?”

“It did–no one compares–oh!” You shriek but it's muffled. He lets your other leg go and slips two fingers inside of your unexpecting cunt. He’s relentless, finger fucking you knuckle deep while his tongues makes its deft movements against and it was enough. You're gushing all over his hands, he moans at the sight, smiling at the way you writhe and hold the pillow against your made up face. Hips twitching while he coaxes you with kisses on your stomach. “Easy…” He holds your belly with the wet hand, settling your twitching form down. You always come this way when it's him, embarrassing to you when you come down, completely out of control of your body for a few seconds. You toss the pillow, white with black streaks of your mascara.

He’s kissing you all over, lifting your shirt– his shirt, kissing your hip bone, kissing below your breasts, your neck, your jaw, your cheek, eyelids and the corner of your mouth.

You lay side by side. Sweating and unsure what happens next. You let the sound of his ceiling fan play out for a moment.

“I thought about you every day.” He speaks and it's gravelly. “Sometimes I’d see something so horrible or embarrassing and think only Andrea would understand– only she would laugh with me.”

Chest rising with a stutter, you're on the verge of a sob. “I pay ten dollars a month for a Colombian newspaper subscription because they have a DEA column.” Suppose it was time to be honest. “Every time I saw a bee I thought of you.”

He chuckles next to you, “C’mere” He whispers and you move immediately. Finding your head on his chest and your arm snaked on his waist. His large palm covers the back of your head. You’re in heaven. Complete bliss. How have you been so strong without him? “I’m not taking time off, I was fired and paid to not expose the DEA.”

You nod against him, not entirely shocked. You never really liked the idea of Javi– Javi, who has so much good to offer- selling his soul to government agencies. It was a selfless thing he did for a selfish system. “I have birds.” You giggle, not having a great follow up. He laughs with you, your cheek vibrating.

“What in the world are we doing?”

You have no fucking clue. But you think you understand him now, the way he wanted all of you before he left for Colombia. The way he seemed selfish to others to keep you wrapped around his finger when he had a flight booked.

Now it's you leaving, you’ve got that flight, you’ve got a life elsewhere, yet you can't help but keep him while you can.

“Being selfish. Or at least I am.”

“No.” His response is quick and cutting. “You can do whatever you want to me. You can leave tomorrow and I’ll be satisfied that you gave me a chance again.”

Your brows furrow and you don’t like that at all. You hate to hear your own thoughts out of his lips. You don't scold him for being honest. “I leave two days after New Year's Day.” It's so dark in the room, still you look up at him when you say and you see his face unmoved.

“Stay here… for the week I mean.” He's desperate, holding onto you. You want to kiss him. “Cancel your hotel, bring your things here. You know this is your home.”

“Okay.” You nod instead, “I will.”

“Good.” He smiles in the dark, his teeth illuminating the perfection that is his face. He presses a kiss to your forehead. “Good.” He says it to himself.

“Can we keep being honest?”

“Yes. I had a picture you taped to my desk.”

“Must have scared all of your sexy female co-workers away.” You grin.

“Sure did, doing your job from countries away.”

“Hm.” You catalog all that he has missed in your head, thinking what to tell him next. “Do you know Whitney Houston?”

“Eh.”

“Well…the week after we broke up. When Lorraine was staying with you, I listened to ‘Saving All My Love For You’ and cried like every day.”

“Andrea…” He groans teasingly like you’re hurting him. “What was the song about?”

You burn bright red, “Being the other woman…”

“Oh please.” He grunts, holding you tight against him. You almost forget you're completely bare from the waist down. “No seas tan ridícula” He mutters against your head while kissing you aggressively there.

“Let's just sleep before I embarrass myself some more please!”

“Mmm good idea. I was close to telling about jerking off in a storage closet because someone smelled like you.”

Your mouth drops wide and you slap his chest, “Javi!”

“All right I’ll save it for a less… holy day.”

Right, good ol’ JC’s B-day.

“Fuck… I was making a mess of your bed on our lord's day.”

He shrugs. It’s so easy to just fall back into everything when it’s him. Like four years haven’t passed.

“Well, consider it a Christmas gift.”

You chuckle, “Well Merry fucking Christmas.”

“Maybe I do know how to be your friend in the winter Andrea.”

It's a whisper, like a prayer.

#javier peña #javier peña x ofc #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena x you #javier peña smut #ao3 #fanfic #javier peña narcos #javier pena x reader

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thicksexyasswomen46 · 1 month ago

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POW

@_jayla

@thicksexyasswomen46🤎

#oh so jayla #jayla

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joesanrio · 1 year ago

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They’re here | R.R

Summary: Ever since Nova had the baby, they’ve only gotten a hand full of visits. But now the whole family gets to see the golden baby.

Pairings: Joe Anoa’i {Roman Reigns} x Nova (OC) || Established relationship

Warnings: Uses real names, Baby cries, BabyDaddy!Joe, and that’s all bcs it’s just a big pound of Fluff.

Word count: 1047

Ratings: Fluff | 16+

A/N: I’ve been writing so much new stuff that I keep forgetting abt the two drafts, they'll come out eventually.

Part one: Want to see her? | Fluff

@bakugoumarianawrites (sorry for the wait)

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“What did you do to my baby?” I gasp when Joe walks in holding the baby with a small mohawk, “She thinks it’s nice, don’t you Lala! See.” He coos at her making her squeal. All I did was ask him to bathe her, not be a hairstylist. “Mommy!” She reaches out when Joe passes her to me as he goes back to the bathroom to get her lotion.

“You don’t have to lie baby… we both know you had no choice.” I whisper to her before smoothing her curly hair down as she leans her face onto my chest and continues to let out a random babble.

He comes back with her lotion, and I finish getting her dressed for the day. “We are matching, you look cuter though.” I smile as I admire her in her cute outfit that’s the same color scheme as mine.

We were going to a cookout with family and a couple of close friends at Jon and Trinity’s house, “Oh look at my princess!” Joe exclaims as he picks Nalani up from the bed. “Lala!” She points to herself as he nods amused at her little voice.

I leave the room to pack her bag with all her necessities and about three toys. “She has her stuff animal, right?” I shout from the other room down the hall, “No, It’s in the living room.” I heard him reply.

“Alright, everything is ready.” I say as I toss her bag onto my other shoulder and Joe comes down the hall holding the baby. When passing the living room, I stop to grab her plush hello kitty off the couch.

“Don’t be sassy with me Nalani, you know my joke was funny.” Joe chuckles as she looks unamused at her father. She squeals loudly when she sees me with the toy, I hand it to her, and she immediately hugs it while Joe sets the alarm.

[Jon and Trin’s House 3:45pm]

“Is that Lala!” Trinity exclaims when she opens the door revealing the music and chatter of family, before she scoots to the side so we can enter. “It’s been forever since we seen her!” Jon said coming around the corner fixing his hat, before giving us a hug. “Jayla has been asking when y’all would be here, all damn day.” Jon joked, making us laugh.

We all headed to the living room where some older members of the family were at. “Oh, I remember when you were a baby, now you have one of your own!” Joe’s great Aunt smiled as we greeted her, “She’s beautiful. Looks just like Nova.” She winked at me before sitting back down on the couch.

“Isn’t she so big now!” Trinity said as Joe placed the car seat on the corner of the couch, “Bae! Look at her dimples.” Trin said pointing at Nalani’s cheek. “She is only 7 months old. Tell them you’re still small!” I coo at my baby as she immediately smiles, unbuckling her from the car seat.

Joe and Jon already having their own conversation as I pick her up, “Girl! Your body definitely snapped back huh?” Trinity had me spin for her. “You think so?” I smile as I follow her to the outside patio, “Girl yes, your waist is like whoop while you booty is like boom!” She creates sound effects with her mouth causing me to giggle at her silliness.

After greeting everyone, I was finally able to sit down. “Auntie Nova! I can watch Lala for you?” Jayla requests as she clasps her hands together, “I don’t want you babysitting! You should go have fun.” I smile, but Jayla pouts. “Please! Look- she totally wants to go with me.” She begs as Nalani almost falls out of my arms trying to get to Jayla, “Okay, but whenever you get tired bring her back to me.” I say as we pinkie promise, and I pass her the baby. “We are going to have so much fun!” Jayla smiles before heading back in the house.

“Here…” Joe says coming up from behind me before sitting down in the empty chair on the side of me, he hands me my favorite drink. “You look gorgeous.” He whispers in my ear with a small smile making my heart flutter, “Thank you.” I kiss his cheek before he goes off engaging in a conversation with the rest of his cousins.

“Where’s the baby?” Trinity asks coming back from the kitchen with a glass of champagne, “With Jayla.” My head tilting towards the house. “Tamina and Mercedes drove together, so they should be here soon.” Trinity mentioned as she looked at the time on her phone. The rest of the girls nodding as we began to talk about random stuff, and how much we missed each other.

--- 8:13pm

“Mommy!” Nalani cried as I tried to calm her down, she was never a big fan of loud noise when she was trying to sleep, but neither was I. “Oh my baby, I know.” I coo at her as she cries along my chest while I bounce her in my arms gently, “What’s wrong?” Joe enters the room concerned as it’s been a while since we first entered.

His eyes quickly fell onto the baby, “Why she crying?” he asked as he grabbed her from my arms delicately. “She’s sleepy but it’s too loud.” I say while looking in her bag for her pacifier, though she seems to be calming down now that she’s in Joe’s arms.

He pats her back gently as he goes to sit down on the bed himself, “See, you’re okay.” He whispers to the now sniffling baby. “Oh, so not fair.” I whisper as I playfully glare at Joe, in return he sticks his tongue out at me before grabbing the pacifier I handed out to him. “Don’t be a hater because she’s a daddy’s girl.” He places the pacifier in her mouth, “Whatever.” I giggle before sitting beside them.

Not even 5 minutes later, she was knocked out on Joe’s chest before he laid her down in the make-shift pillow barrier I created so she doesn’t roll off the bed. “She’s just like you.” Joe whispered as he looked at Nalani with small hearts in his eyes.

Nalani’s Nickname: Lala

#roman reigns #joe anoa'i #joe anoa’i fluff #roman reigns x oc #roman reigns fluff #roman reigns fic #wwe superstars #jey uso #jimmy uso #trinity fatu #the usos #wwe x oc #wwe roman reigns #wwe fanfiction #joesanrio

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obsessedwithlarkin · 6 months ago

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TDA LV is tomorrow so let's recap all the popular dancers doing BD by studios

Abby Lee Dance Company:

• Maria Moreno ( Remedy)

CAPAS:

• Kamri Peterson ( A Deal With Chaos)

• Stella Condie ( Comet)

• Tessa Horan ( I Found A Place)

• Halle Hunt ( LaLa Land)

• Mya Tulieva ( Debris)

• Naomi Harper ( Make You Feel My Love)

• Remi Frye ( Imagine)

• Mabel Wilde ( Weird People)

• Isla Parcell ( You Are So Beautiful)

• Stella Binkerhoff ( My Funny Valentine)

• Hailey Bills ( Malaguegna)

• Brooklyn Ward ( Accelerando)

• Rory Frye ( Tempete)

• Khloe Kdouros ( Lovefool)

CLUB DANCE:

• Alexis Alvarez ( Lullaby Dream)

• Kennedy Besch ( Tomorrow's Song)

• Kennedy Marble ( Bitter Earth)

• Tatum Self ( Spectrum Of Love)

• Nixie Vance ( To Silence)

• Kinley Harper ( P.Y.T)

• Lucia Piedrahita ( To Be Loved)

•Paislee Perkins ( Beautiful Like Me)

• Libby Jhonson ( She Remembers)

• Mikayla Isler ( Over My Head)

• Kyle Young ( On Broadway)

•Abbey Scott ( In My Memory)

• Brooklyn Besch ( Illusions)

• Isla Gardner ( Joga)

• Emma Scott ( Spine)

DC2:

• Taylor Morrison ( Stupid)

• Penelope Akey ( Not Gone)

• Savannah Brenly ( Tough Love)

• Scarlett Brenly ( Blackbird)

• Ramsey Landry ( National Pastime)

• Alivia Hughes ( Rest Soft)

• Jaxon Adamson ( Baby I'm A Star)

• Emery Duffin ( The Layers She Shed)

• Claire Pistor ( Piece By Piece)

DANCE DESIGNS DANCE COMPLEX :

• McKenzie Busing ( The Red Hand)

DANCE TOWN MIAMI:

•Amanda Carpenter ( If You Go Away)

• Belle Arauz ( How To Feel)

• Victoria Remon ( Within You)

DANCE UNLIMITED BOISE:

• Megan Barraza ( Wildfire)

DANCEOLOGY

• Soleil Lynch ( In The Void)

• Brody Schaffer (Oh Darling)

• Isabella Lynch ( At My Mercy)

• Zsabrina Grenevitch (New Direction)

DOLCE DANCE STUDIO:

• Payton Kahl ( Welcome Home)

• Zoey German ( Tainted Love)

ELITE DANCE PRO:

• Madisyn Amos ( A New Life)

• River Sergerman ( Shiver)

K2 STUDIOS:

• Abby Viramontes ( Cry Me A River)

• Neraiah Karmann ( Crumbling)

•Kenzli Reece ( Strange Fruit)

• Jessica Sutton ( Wild Is The Wind)

LARKIN DANCE STUDIO:

• Claire Monge ( Fall Deep)

• Harlow Pike ( Blind By)

• Savannah Manzel ( Concerto)

• Jayla Xiong ( We Come Apart)

• Grace Sullivan ( Broken Waltz)

• Mailyn Munos ( Misty)

• Neala Murphy ( This Is Me)

• Evie McCune-Barrett ( Into The Darkness)

• Scarlett Manzel ( What A Feeling)

• Evelyn Ringeisen ( Praise You)

• Giuliana Shea ( I Dreamed A Dream)

• Whitney Lissick ( Orange Colored Sky)

• Harper Kill ( Show Off)

• Savannah Jackson ( No More Tears)

• Ginny Hickembotam-Western ( I Wanna Go To Hollywood)

• Matinly Conrad ( Ain't That A Kick)

• Lexie Charnstrom ( The Last Waltz)

• Chase Lang ( Mr. Bongajales)

• Mila Ashyford ( People's Faces)

• Bella Charnstrom ( Walking On)

• Lilly Anderson ( My Love)

• Kelsie Jacobson ( Turbulence)

• Tillie Khul ( Escape The Weight)

• Finley Ashfield ( Fools Who Dream)

• Palmer Peltier ( The Looking Glass)

• Reese Ringold ( Rescue)

N10 DANCE STUDIOS:

• Madison Ng ( Night Sculpture)

PAVE:

•Liv Matson ( My Mother's Work)

• Tayah Klimick ( Slow Me Down)

STARS:

• Ella Dobler ( Those Who Were Left Behind)

STUDIO X:

• Aurora Andreski ( Ghost)

SUMMER'S DANCE WORKS:

• Jewel Moody ( A. I. Unleashed)

• Camryn Conrad ( The Way)

THE ACADEMY

• Kinsley Stella ( Reflections)

THE BASE DANCE CENTER:

• Roxie Onellion ( Amor)

THE COMPANY SPACE:

• Vivian Marcodes ( Medicine)

• AvaRose Campbell ( The List)

• Stella Marcodes ( Joan Of Arc)

• Zaylee Watson ( Calling Home)

• Piper Perusse (Something's Got A Hold On Me)

• Ila Howick ( Once Upon Another Time)

THE ROCK:

• Melina Biltz ( Inductive Mind)

• Mia Ibach ( Liquid Smooth)

WEST FLORIDA DANCE COMPANY:

• Macey Strickland ( Heavenly Bodies)

WOODBURY DANCE CENTER:

• Kylie Roach ( Small Things)

• Skylar Wong ( Just A Room)

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verslxt · 2 years ago

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jayla thinks at 4:29am also its the first day of finals where i live and i got cramps that hurt like a bitch. am i going to punch someone today? is it going to be that hoe i can't stand. lets find out together

thinking about dilf!osamu who saw you walk into his store with your friend so you guys could watch the game together

thinking about dilf!osamu who thought you looked amazing in that dress

thinking about dilf!osamu who came up to you and your friends and kept a particular eye on you

thinking about dilf!osamu who caught you after the game and asked you out

"i noticed that you were staring too"

"oh shit you saw that"

"yea, i did"

thinking about dilf!osamu who took you on a wonderful first date, a picnic at the park

thinking about dilf!osamu who didn't wanna tell you about his son who was about 13 at the time. he thought it would make him look old and you wouldn't wanna be with him any more

thinking about dilf!osamu who was a nervous wreck when he saw you pull into his driveway, but his nervousness settled when he saw you pull out a carseat, for a baby

thinking about dilf!osamu who thought you wouldn't like him after you realized he had a kid but now that he realizes that you have a kid he's even more in love

thinking about dilf!osamu who loves milf!yn as much as ever

thinking about milf!yn who saw osamu and instantly fell in love. the way his shirt fit so tight around him. ugh in love

thinking about milf!yn who went home and told her daughter all about him. being surprised when a smile adorned her babies face once she started talking about osamu

thinking about milf!yn who could not find a babysitter so she took her daughter with her to meet osamu's son

thinking about milf!yn who was surprised her daughter didn't cry with osamu. she just stayed there, looking at him

thinking about milf!yn who fell even more in love with osamu that day

thinking about milf!yn who facetimes osamu every night so that they can see each other and her daughter can see her future dad

thinking about milf!yn who told her daughter

"if this works out correctly, you'll have a new daddy"

thinking about milf!yn who really likes dilf!osamu

#osamu miya #osamu x reader #osamu x you #osamu headcanons #osamu hcs #osamu drabble #osamu smau

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daintyduck99 · 1 year ago

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Prompts: doing their makeup for them for Jayla?

There are probably easier ways to do this.

Not that Julie's complaining. It’s just…a little difficult to cooperate with Kayla straddling her and leaning so close that she's all but pinned to the bed. Maybe it shouldn't be, after so many months, but.

If anything, the memories of other things they could be doing only makes it harder.

The hint of a smirk tugs at Kayla's lips as she grasps Julie's chin. “Perfect. Stay still.”

Julie breathes in sharply but doesn't move, tracking Kayla's eyes as she paints Julie's lips with delicate, agonizing precision that makes them tingle with every dab of gloss.

Julie's gaze drops to Kayla’s mouth. She's not smirking anymore; her lips have parted in subconscious imitation.

It really has no right to be so alluring.

Kayla slowly presses her lips together. Julie imitates her, this time, so the gloss spreads evenly. Kayla hums in approval, tilting Julie's face this way and that as her smoldering eyes trace every plane.

She exhales, then tilts Julie's face up…

And her lips land on Julie's with scorching intensity, smearing their lip gloss together.

Julie responds instantly, instinctually. It's a searing, thorough kiss that promises more.

“So,” she breathes, “we're staying in.”

Kayla hums, kissing her thoroughly once again in affirmation. “When you look this good? I want you all to myself, jewel.”

Julie shivers, squirming a little. She threads her fingers through Kayla's hair.

“And you don't want to redo the lip gloss.”

“Oh, it has nothing to do with that,” Kayla says, husky with sincerity and more. “I'll prove it to you if you want.”

And she's as thorough with that as anything else; Julie still has no complaints.

#otp prompts #jayla #julie x kayla #ficlets with ash #julie and the phantoms

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ethicaltreatmentofcowplants · 1 month ago

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Goodbye nectar barrel and Annie Yolkley. We will have to make do with Baarry White, Moojito and Motherclucker for the next while.

Delphine is the first to wake and as we know, the early bird catches the bachelorette unattended - and gets to spend a little quality time with her before the rest of the household stirs.

Briar is having a Morning. Elsewhere Lilac is getting showered with compliments by Struan and Delphine, over the romantic setting of a stack of dirty dishes.

The atmosphere over breakfast is very convivial, but we have to cut it short. Chore montage hour occurs early as today, we are going on some solo dates!

Fittingly with the budding (whomp whomp) friendship developing between the two, Briar and Jerrod are our gardeners, while Jayla does the handiness grind, Struan fishes - and while Cassie has been handling her hot-headedness decently, we decided that some wellness wouldn't hurt.

With Moojito the closest thing on the farm to a horse, Delphine does the milking and fares splendidly. Also Lilac, what in the Watcher - now you’re autonomously reading Beyond Big and Bad?

Rory and Lou deserve better.

And then it's time to head off-site. Cassie and Delphine were our successful Crumplebottees, and while Jerrod didn’t get bagged, Aggie surely would have exploded had she seen what went on between him and Lilac. For these dates I have Lilac perform one friendly and one flirty interaction per contestant. They are given three hours on the lot.

Going purely by alphabetical order, Cassie has the first date. I would likewise be suspicious if Ted Roswell were my bartender - don’t turn your back on him, ladies.

Cassie was very flirty. Lilac gained a sentiment towards her and they are now good friends. The date is going well but alas, the lure of the arcade machine and jukebox prove too much.

Delphine arrives next, and I send them to sit together.

I said, sit together.

Good gravy.

And oh yeah, Lilac, the duckface is peak date behaviour.

Have you been taking some tips from Dodo during his Do-dud era? What’s next - a fart? In spite of both this - and the Great Divide between them - the date is a success.

As usual in a public space, PARANOID traited sim Jerrod arrives with some scared moodlets, so I thought that Lilac could ‘suggest visualisation techniques’ as her friendly interaction. They then had their first kiss.

(I don’t know why the two of you are suddenly so bashful, given what went down on Day One…)

Ted is not thrilled.

Back at the farm it's a late dinner and general friendliness, but Tumblr says I'm out of pictures so I guess that's it for today.

Thank you for holding down the fort, Baarry White.

strangerville lot by @whyeverr

lilac's bisexual flag shorts by @acidheaddd (werewolves gp required)

@changingplumbob @lindyloosims @jonquilyst

@bakersimmer @simstagramsomeone @tipsy-clouds

#simply lilac #simply lilac round one #lilac moon #delphine hubert by changingplumbob #struan macleod by lindyloosims #briar vinca by jonquilyst #cassie blackwell by bakersimmer #jerrod gibson by simstagramsomeone #jayla madison by tipsyclouds #tw: gif #cw: gif

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blackrosesfanfic · 1 year ago

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Chapter 263

Trey

Everybody acting weird around me. Must be me acting weird then. Damn. I sit down in a chair in the dining room. Lane is sitting there eating some mashed potatoes and cut up hotdogs by himself. He stands up in his chair and flips through his tablet that is setup in front of him. He stares at me then he sitting down. I fix myself some rice and whatever this is. Looks like curry. I start eating in silence.

"Lane."

"Huh?" He says eating a hotdog.

"Where you get that hotdog?"

He eats his mashed potatoes. "Mommy."

"You love me Lane?"

"Love Mommy." He points.

I look behind me. Cammie is in the next room with her back turned to us. I nod my head. Yeah I love Mommy too.

"Trigga." Lane laughs. He sounds like a little country red neck.

"I love Mommy too."

He smiles. "You love Mommy? Yeah."

"Yeah."

"Love me?"

I smile at his little face. "Yes, I love you Lane."

"Mommy!" Lane starts crying just like that.

"No." She says then laughs as she comes into the room. "Daylan I am standing right here. Look you have your daddy right there."

He cries his fake tears. Cammie kisses my ear then wraps her arms around me. Lane is eating his mashed potatoes watching the tablet. He didn't even want his mother for nothing. Just was tried of her talking to someone else. Cammie rubs my chest. I grunt.

"You need something?" She says softly in my ear.

"Your son right there?" I answer.

She kisses my ear. "You need something to drink or something out the kitchen?"

"No I want what you offered me the first time."

"Mommy." Lane almost falls out his chair.

Cammie blows then talks in my ear. "Put your son to sleep."

"I'm good. I don't need nothing."

"You can't fucking do that?"

"Don't play, Jayla. Why would I fight that kid?"

She rubs my chest. "Look he halfway there."

"No." I say eating.

She giggles. "Lane you want to play with Daddy?"

"Jayla." I hiss looking at Lane.

"No." Lane retorts.

She kisses my neck then walks away. Lane is busy staring at his tablet. Cammie walks back out of the room. I watch Lane as he watches his tablet. Two years ago I didn't know this little boy. Damn. So much has happened in 2 years. The shit is overwhelming to think about. My son is going to be 4... wait 3. Damn. I forget he talking early.

"Mommy?" He gets out his chair and cry.

"I thought that it was her baby daddy. It's her boyfriend. Then who is the baby's daddy?"

"Mommy!" Lane kicks the chair.

Cammie walks in the room and walk around the table. She grabs Lane's hand then grabs his tablet and keeps walking out of the room. I watch him as he cries and acts like he didn't like her. What? He was just crying for her. That boy is something else. A few minutes later he comes walking in the dining room. He starts screaming crying when he gets inside. I watch him. He walks all the way around the table. At first I thought he was going back to his food. He comes to where I am and stops near me. I turn to him and hold out my arms. He climbs into my lap with my help. Cammie comes swaying her fine ass in the room.

"You have to ask him." Cammie says.

"I'm asking you." April snaps from another room.

Cammie picks Lane's plate up and walk off. "He in there hugged up on Trey like somebody did something to him. We went to check on Caden."

I look down at Lane on his tablet ignoring everyone. He laughs at the tablet then he looks at me. He chuckles again. Oh is he laughing at me? I swear he thinks he funny. He probably has a joke and don't know how to say it to me. I make a face. He goes back to his tablet. He is playing a game. He lies his head on my chest. I eat my food. If he goes to sleep that will be a surprise to me. He sits up really fast hitting my arm and knocking my food back into the plate. I look down at him. He was flipping through videos now. He starts whining.

"Bruh what's wrong with you?" I ask.

"I go Mommy." He whines dropping his tablet and putting his head down almost in my plate. "Mommy."

Cammie walks back into the room and picks Lane up. He starts screaming crying in her arms. He must be sick. Ain't no way he that damn sleepy. All you hear is screaming for like 5 minutes. I get up and go find them. Cammie is rocking Lane singing to him. He just wants to cry for no damn reason. But he 2 so... it's normal. Cammie hits him on the butt. He stops crying. She does it again still singing to him. He slides down in her lap like he getting up but just hangs there. Trouble twos are real. Nothing is wrong with him. Cammie let's him hang there. I walk over and look at his face. He is sleep.

"You holding him like that?" I ask.

"He trying to stay up and wait for April to get out the bathroom. I'm waking him up. Right, stank boy?"

He starts crying. "Mommy."

"Here I am." April says walking in the room straightening her clothes.

"Damn you could have took a minute." I say.

She ignores me picking Lane up. "Okay, Buttbutt. Come on."

Lane wraps his arms around her half sleep crying. April walks out talking to him. Calling him different made up names. I shake my head.

"He did not act like that in Europe."

"He has a baby to compete with now. He just going through a phase."

"Yeah I hope."

Cammie

I hug Amber. "Wake up, Mama."

"Girl those people drugged me. Oh!" She snaps pushing me off her. "My fucking mama gonna ask me if I'm on drugs. Talking bout how she think Chris would be the one get me on drugs. Bae, what?"

I chuckle. "Oh behave."

She rolls her eyes. "Fucking people man. Didn't act excited about hearing I'm pregnant. Your only daughter having a daughter. No?"

"No. They not gonna say oh that's exciting. You already know your overachieving ass parents."

My mother walks into the room. "Hey, Baby. I wanted to ask you about..." She closes the door. "Tremaine." She whispers.

"You act like he has bionic ears. What about him?"

"He seems a bit under the weather. Maybe we can all pray together."

I chuckle. Pray together? "Go pray with him mother. Lift his spirits."

She sighs a bit. "I know that's a joke but he is such a gentle soul. Can't really handle much pressure."

"You doing too much. That man can handle pressure. He has been a celebrity for years. He gets pressured daily."

"He has never been married and I know he doesn't want to lose his family."

I blow. "Poor Tremaine. I mean I hear you but I just want to be allowed to be mad at my husband for stupid decisions he is making."

"God says turn the other cheek."

"What do you want me to do?" I roll my eyes.

She smiles opening the door. "I know I know. You have to navigate your marriage your way. Praying relaxes the spirit."

"Okay, ma." I put my hands on my hips. "I'll ask him about praying."

"I'll get him to come to church this week. Lord knows there are some troubled men in that church to learn what not to do." She leaves out closing the door.

I roll my eyes. "He's a brat."

"That you love."

"And I'm not doing shit for him until he leaves the house. Then I'll remind him why he loves us."

Seven laughs. Chris who was sleeping lifts his head up looking at us. I roll my eyes at him. He turns to the side away from me. I look at Amber rolling my eyes. He needs to shut the hell up. I grab his phone that he exposed when rolling over. Royalty was calling.

"Hey, Royal. This Cammie."

"No." She hangs up the video chat.

I giggle. "Babies video chatting. What has this world come to?"

MiNi walks into the room followed by a crying baby. She spins around looking at JJ about to go off on him. He cries louder running pass her. I watch him run around the bed thinking he was coming to me. He goes to Chris crying in his face. Not touching him.

"Man." Chris says jumping out his sleep. "Yall gone watch this man cry?"

"He ain't crying to me." I shrug.

Chris gets out the bed walking away. JJ follows him crying. He stops once they were out the room. He is being exactly like his damn friend. Difficult. Spoiled ass kids.

"Man why you got that nigga in his feelings like that?" Chris says walking back in the room.

"My son will be okay. His ass needs to go to sleep like his fucking friends." MiMi snaps.

Chris points at me. "I'm talking bout your miserable husband. Look fucking depressing."

"Chris you want me to go back in time and do exactly what? Cause last time I checked it was him who hurt me. Why yall fucking annoying me?"

"You punishing him."

I roll my eyes. "My husband is okay. If he needed me he would come find me, believe that."

"For real." Amber sucks her teeth.

"Yes ma'am." JJ says walking into the room. "Yes ma'am. Mommy Grandma coming to get me. Mommy. Mommy can I go? Say yes mama."

MiMi rolls her eyes. "Yes, JJ. Go. Shit."

"Her said shit. What her say? Her say go. I go with you now. Yes ma'am. Sorry. I sorry Mommy. Mommy. Mommy? Mommmy?"

"Okay, JJ."

He starts pouting. "Not now? Yes ma'am. Okay? Waffle fries? It at the door? Now? Yes maam."

"And they gonna fucking deal with him when he 15." MiMi says. "And you wondering why these niggas almost fucking 30 years old acting like it's finally time to grow up. Bitch please. Get that tittie out yall mouth and accept your fucking repercussions. Big ass babies." MiMi says.

JJ goes to find Chris in the bathroom. He ends up crying in the bathroom. He walks out on the phone again. He goes and hides behind a chair listening to Mama Joyce talk to him. Ridiculous. That's not even your grandma little boy.

"Seriously I care about my husband's mental health. I just want him to be here with the family. That's your reality check right now. Enjoy the life you ignoring when you in the streets."

"Could have actually fucked a bitch and now she calling to tell you about her baby and she keeping it."

"First thing came to mind..." I sing.

MiMi slaps my arm. "You should have picked Usher."

"Girl please. I love my husband... fucking spoiled or not. I wouldn't change him."

"You sure?" Trey says walking all the way in the room.

I reach my arms out for Caden. He bucks like he didn't want me. I push Trey arms away. Caden looks around like why he still got me. It was the cutest face. Okay little butt. I grab him from Trey. Once again he bucks himself back. I let him fall back all he wanted.

"Why he doing that?" Trey asks trying to take him.

"Hmm." MiMi says.

I laugh. "He wants something. Caden stop your games. Stop it."

Trey stares at us when Caden twists away from him. "Feed him."

"He acting hungry to you?"

"I don't know. He responded when I said mommy."

I stand off the bed. "You want your food now?"

Caden holds on to me and nothing else. He not responding to shit. When we all walk into the kitchen he starts looking around. I sit him down on the seat we put together earlier. Let's see if he can hold himself up. He does for a few seconds then starts leaning. I strap him in supporting him. He gets happy.

"You like this ugly chair?" Trey asks smiling at him. Caden gets excited grabbing his own hand. Trey claps. "Yay."

"Taste it Tremaine." I say putting some of the pudding I made to his mouth.

He stares at it then taste it. "What is this?"

I giggle. "Breastmilk, bananas, and cereal."

"Hmm." Is all he says.

"Okay Caden." I say giving him some. He eats it poorly spitting a lot of it out.

"He don't like it?"

I hand it to Trey. "He don't know how to get it all down. He learning."

"You want me to feed him?" Trey says surprised.

"Say hurry Daddy. I am getting frustrated."

Trey comes closer. "He turning red. Stop holding your breath."

Caden leans towards the spoon this time. He was excited about getting more. I smile. I leave them in the kitchen to go get my phone. The devil was walking down the hallway. He looks at me looking at him. I stop walking and stare at him. He stops walking and stare at me. I smile. My bad ass baby. He just stares still.

"I go outside, Mommy?" He asks.

"Let me take some pictures first."

He half sleep talking about outside. I get my phone as he follows me then go back to the kitchen. Caden is leaned over more trying to get to the food. Trey was feeding him as fast as he opened his mouth. Caden was loving it. I take a video of them.

"Taden not eat that!" Lane snaps up on a stool. He was so angry. "That milk! Mommy?"

"Yes Lane."

He climbs on the table. "Tell Daddy stop." He gets to Caden and sit him back hard. "Taden you eat it?"

Caden eats his hand. Lane wasn't having it. He wipes Caden's mouth and hands.

"Don't eat that Caden. Caden drink milk."

"Caden is bigger now. He can sit up and eat."

Lane not convinced. "What that is, Daddy?"

"Breastmilk and bananas."

"It Caden milk?"

"Yeah."

Lane reaches for it. "Let me see."

Trey puts some in the spoon and feeds it to Lane. Lane frowns then moves towards Trey. "I eat it?"

"Here." Trey feeds him more.

"I do it. Myself." Lane turns his head.

"It's Caden's food."

Lane pouts looking at Caden. Trey gives in immediately.

"Caden will share. You get some then Caden."

"Caden eat this?" Lane digs a big spoonful out. "Taden you like bananas?"

Trey chuckles. "Lane do you like it?"

"It oatmeal." Lane says eating it.

"Next time it needs some strawberries." Trey says tasting it.

He chuckles to himself then feeds Caden. Caden wasn't interested. What am I gonna do with my men? I take a picture of them. Caden eating his hand, Lane digging in the bowl, and Trey looking at me. He goes back to Lane talking about bananas and oatmeal. It's not oatmeal boys. I post the picture on Instagram. Let them bitches know I'm still winning. Mad or not.

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jordancallowayswife · 1 year ago

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Dating Jordan Calloway

Requested: ✅

Warnings or triggers: none( there are cuss words tho)

Characters: jordan Calloway/ J.C, y/n, jayla(bestfriend), destiny (captain) (other side characters will be included)

Excuse any errors and enjoy the story!

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Omniscient pov:

Jordan and y/n have been dating for a few months now. Jordan (known as J.C by his friends) was very popular around the school. He ran track and also played on the schools football team. Y/n on the other hand was very shy and quiet and that's what jordan liked about her. Most of the girls in the school envied her because the two of them were together and some even went as far as trying to break them up by spreading rumors. Despite their efforts no one was able to break up the beautiful couple. Y/n also became a cheerleader.

Y/n pov:

Today was a very busy day for me at school. The boys had a football game tonight which started at 7:30pm, I really enjoy going to football games because I get to see Jordan play but it also meant long hours of practice. I looked at my phone and the time read 3:15 and practice started at 3:30. I entered the bathroom and quickly changed into my uniform. I was making my way down the hall when suddenly, I felt myself being lifted up from the floor. I turned around quickly to see who it was only to see it was Jordan. "You play entirely too much" I said looking at him. "Oh come on baby you gotta admit it was a little funny" Jordan replied. "Ok it was a little funny" I said laughing at what happened. "I really wish I could stay here with you longer" I added. Jordan pulled me into a tight hug. "I know babygirl. I promise we'll see eachother after the game." He said kissing my forehead. "Yo J.C we gotta go to the field for practice" one of Jordan's friends yelled. "I'll see you later baby I love you." Jordan said. "I love you too" I responded.

*timeskip to practice*

We were currently going over the last cheer we were going to do when suddenly, the captain known as destiny came toward you. "I think you might wanna work on that backflip. I don't think jordan would like you if you bust your face on the floor and make a complete fool out of yourself." She spat. I smirked knowing I was about to say something to her . "You know destiny, thinking isn't something you're good at. By the way jordan will never ever want you so stop trying." I said. Destiny picked up a Pom Pom and tried to throw it at me but missed. I turned your back on her and headed out the door. "See you just proved my point." I said laughing. " how are you gonna try and hit me with something soft and expect it to hurt." I added. "Fuck youu!" Destiny screamed and walked off. I flipped her off as I walked out the door.

Jordan pov:

The time was 5:00 and i still had time before the game started. Coach didn't mind us leaving and coming back before the game starts there was only two rules: be back in time for warmups and don't be late otherwise we'd get benched. Warmups were at 6:45 which means I had time to spare. I thought of an idea and made my way to y/n's house. Shortly I heard some movement which meant that y/n was home. Once she made her way up the stairs, I heard her sit her backpack on the floor next to her room door. When she walked in, she immediately ran up to me and hugged me. "I missed you so much" she said. "I missed you too my love" I replied. Y/n was clingy but I love her clinginess. We ended up watching a movie, cuddling, playing a few games and also talking and laughing. The time was now 6:20 and I didn't wanna risk being late. I prepared to leave when y/n came up to me and gave me one last hug before I left. "You coming back after the game?" Y/n asked looking up at me. "Yes my princess I'm coming back. Is it alright if I stay the night?" I asked her. "Yeah my mom and dad are out of town on a business trip but they're coming back in two weeks" she told me. I made my way out of the door and headed to the school for warmups and shortly after, y/n did the same.

*timeskip to the game starting*

Y/n pov: me and the rest of the cheerleaders went out and performed the first cheer. Our team had 10 points and the other team had 5. We did two cheers and when we reached halftime we took a break and let the band perform. My bestfriend jayla came over and we talked for a little. "Girll jordan has been eyeing you since halftime started. Y'all so cute together" she told me. "I know right. I can't even lie he looking so fine in that jersey." I said staring at him. "I'm telling him what you said" jayla said laughing. "No no jayla hush dat mouth I'll tell him myself " I said laughing.

*after the game*

Our team won 78-53 and the boys and other people were celebrating the win. But as for me I was tired and just wanted to go home. I met up with Jordan and we both rode home together. He had previously gave me his hoodie to wear because I was cold. I ended up falling asleep in the car and jordan carried me into the house. We both took a shower, ate, and fell asleep cuddled next to each other.

#shygirl #boyxgirl #jordan calloway #high school #school #cheerleader #football #outer banks #madelyn cline #rema #afro art #buzzfeed quiz #michael b jordan #jungkook #anime and manga #on my block #cute boys

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earthtoharlow · 1 year ago

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Teach Me: Merry & Bright

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“Careful Daddy!” Jayla’s arms wrapped around Jack’s neck tightly as the snow crunched underneath his boots as he carried her to his car parked in the driveway.

“You think I’m gonna drop you?” Jack teased as he pretended to drop her from his arms, making his daughter squeal. Ariel smiled as she followed closely behind them.

Ariel and Jayla were on their way to the school's annual 2nd grade Christmas play. Surprisingly enough they both were in the play. Ariel as the narrator and Jayla was playing Elf #1. Jack was dropping them off early and would come back closer to the time the play started.

After Jack dropped the girls off at the school the two changed into their costumes, and did one more dress rehearsal with the other students before the crowd arrived.

Jayla had been in plays before but this was the first time she would actually have a speaking role. Ariel couldn’t help but snap photos of Jayla running around with the other students, excitement running through their tiny bodies.

Hours later Jack made his way down the aisle and sat front and center so that Jayla would be able to see him. Jack slid further down in his seat the more people trinkled in.

“Daddy?” He heard a familiar voice quietly call out. Turning around he saw Jayla’s head peeking out from behind the curtain on the side of the stage.

Thankfully not too many people were in his row yet as he excused himself, and quickly hopped on the side of the stage to greet her. Jack almost melted when he saw her in her red Christmas dress, hair pulled up into the perfect bun that he was sure Ariel spent a good amount of time on. He stopped in his tracks though when he noticed her lips start to quiver. “I’m really scared, daddy!”

“Oh Jayla” Jack cooed before pulling her into his chest, rubbing her back as small tears dropped from her eyes. “You’re going to do amazing!”

Jayla pulled back from the hug, eyes still watery. “I’m going to forget my lines!”

“You won’t forget them, you practiced every single day with me and Ariel—“

“…mommy.” She corrected him.

Jack had to hide his smile at the correction. “Exactly, so how could you forget your lines? You’re just nervous and that’s okay. Everyone gets nervous sometimes.”

“Even you?” Jayla questioned. While her dad didn’t perform on stage anymore, her many uncles have shown her videos of him rapping on huge stages.

“Heck yeah! I used to be terrified.”

Jayla snuggled in closer to him. “How did you stop being scared?”

Jack stopped for a moment to think before answering. “Well, I always take a deep breath, and remembered that I worked really hard on my performance. No matter what happens on that stage my friends and family will still love me.”

He could see the wheels turning in her head, thinking over what he said. She still looked nervous though. Jack lightly held on to Jayla’s shoulders and gave her complete eye contact. “Hey, you’re going to do a wonderful job tonight, Jayla Rose Harlow.” As Jack spoke those words, Jayla’s shoulders immediately dropped as she began to relax.

Jayla wrapped her arms around her father in a tight embrace. “Thanks, daddy.” She whispered in his ear.

“Anytime, babygirl! Now go break a leg!” Jayla stopped in her tracks at that phrase.

“Huh?”

Jack couldn’t help but laugh. “It means good luck!”

“Ooooh! Thanks!” Jayla said and blew him one last kiss before running backstage to finish getting ready. When Jack stood back up to feet he noticed Ariel standing a few feet away.

He simply winked at his wife, knowing she had seen the whole exchange and went back to his seat.

Jack eagerly waited for the curtain to draw as the lights dimmed in the auditorium. He started to feel nervous for his daughter, as his leg began to bounce in his seat.

The second grade class were all dressed as Santa’s helpers. The kids were running around on stage chasing Santa and playing pranks on him.

Jack was glad that Urban had volunteered to take photos of the play, he already couldn’t wait to look back on them. So far Jayla hadn’t had any lines, but he could see her getting more and more comfortable the more she was on stage.

He watched on as Jayla and the other Santa helpers swapped Santa’s suit for a smaller size. Laughing along with the crowd as Santa struggled to get the suit on.

Jack began biting his nails nervously knowing Jayla’s part was coming up.

Mrs.Claus slaps Santa’s hand as he reaches for a cookie. “No more cookies until you can fit into that suit!” Santa pouted.

“Maybe you should try eating a carrot, Rudolph loves carrots!” The other helps nodded in agreement

Santa shook his head, “no no! Do I look like a reindeer?”

Jack watched as Jayla tilted her head to the far left and looked at Santa and proceeded to tilt her head to the far right to get another look. “You are kind of round like reindeers body!”

Jayla's smile widened when the theater erupted in laughter. Jack’s smile was twice as big when a parent next to him elbowed him slightly and said “She was born to be on stage.”

The rest of the show flew with Jayla performing her lines perfectly. When the curtains closed, he immediately went backstage to greet Jayla with the other parents.

He stood to the back but still close enough for Jayla to see him. “DADDY!!” He heard her yell, he crouched down to her level to receive the huge hug he knew was coming. Jayla threw herself at him, and Jack held her tight as he scooped her up in his arms.

“Oh my god! Jayla you did amazing!! I’m so proud of you!” Jack said before placing kisses all over her face making her giggle.

“Hold on, are you giving away kisses without me?! Let me in on the action!” Ariel said, coming up behind him and Jayla. Jack handed Jayla off to Ariel so she could have her own time to congratulate their daughter.

Watching them together was starting to make him emotional. He tried to hide it by wiping his eyes but for some reason the tears would stop.

Holidays used to be very tough for both he and Jayla. Even just a couple years ago, Jayla wouldn’t even dare join the school play. He knew the person he could thank for that was Ariel. She’s changed their lives for the better, she was responsible for putting a smile on both his and Jayla’s faces.

“Are you crying, daddy?”

Jack took a deep breath and wiped his face again. “Only happy tears baby, only happy tears.”

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