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toomanystoriessolittletime · 5 months ago

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Shhh....

Summary: Being a single parent comes with all kinds of challenges. Challenges that are so much easier to deal with when the father of your daughter's best friend is there to take of your more personal needs. And if that meant sneaking off with you into a laundry room at a garden party? Well who would he be to complain?

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. reader

Wordcount: 2.2k

Rating: E

Warnings: smut (semi public sex, unprotected sex, oral f receiving, cumplay) friends with benefits to lovers, a lot of flirting, fluff?

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He didn’t know exactly why he agreed to go to this garden party. It was one of the few Saturdays he had off and he wanted it to spend with Sarah. She’s been in middle school since the summer and with all the changes that brought they only had little time to hang out in the last few weeks.

So when Sarah brought the invitation for this garden party that the parents of one of her new classmates were throwing, he wanted to decline. But Sarah told him she really wanted to go, and that if he had something else to do that day, he could just drop her off and pick her up after?

But of course Joel Miller went with her.

And it wasn’t that bad. The drinks were cold, the food was good and meeting all the new parents at the beginning of the year was a good thing too. Even if he already had forgotten most of their names. There were a few faces he recognised from Sarah’s elementary school, so he kept talking to them, all while having an eye out on Sarah who was playing soccer with some kids at the other side of the backyard.

„Fancy seeing you here,“ he heard your voice behind him, and his eyes closed before he took a deep breath and turned around, fighting unsuccessfully against the smile that sneaked to his lips as he looked down at you.

„Could say the same,“ he winked and your smile widened.

This party just got interesting.

You were running late.

The plan was to leave around twenty minutes ago but Charlotte, your daughter, just couldn’t decide on what to wear. She just turned twelve and if this last half year was a preview on how puberty would be with her, than you were in for a wild ride.

Usually you used the weekends to charge your mental batteries by having as little contact to the outside world as possible after working at a bakery and having to be social all week.

But Charlotte had brought the invitation for the garden party a couple weeks ago, begging you to go because Sarah would be there too.

And where Sarah was, her father wasn’t far behind which was why you said yes in the end and spend way too much time on deciding what to wear before you decided on a light summer dress.

It had been a while since you seen him, and you couldn’t even remember the last time the two of you had found the time to have sex.

Because ever since Charlotte and Sarah became best friends some time back in pre school, you and Joel started sleeping together occasionally. The first time happened after a night out at the bar where you ran into him, both of your kids on a sleepover. It had been positively mind-blowing and you were more than eager to agree to keep this going when you both needed a release.

His wife had left him and Sarah before the girl turned one and your husband had used your pregnancy to fuck his secretary because apparently carrying his child made you unattractive to him.

And with both you and Joel being very devoted single parents, both of your love lives was pretty much non existent. You wouldn't say it was frequent now, but every month or two you would find some hours where you’d meet up at either of your houses, not leaving before both of you were more than satisfied.

And you didn’t know if it was the secrecy of the whole thing, but my god the way Joel Miller knew how to play your body to the point of a crying orgasm was addictive.

But now you hadn’t really seen him in almost three months.

With the school change and summer break things were busy not only for you, but for him too. You texted occasionally, trying to figure out a time to meet up, but business was picking up for Miller construction and Joel used the little time he had off to spend with Sarah.

Something you could understand.

So you were excited to see him as you parked your car right behind his on the street after Charlotte finally had chosen a dress to wear. You knew all that time deciding on her outfit would be for nothing once they played soccer, but hey.

Charlotte was off to see Sarah as soon as you stepped into the garden, many people already mingling. The smell of fresh BBQ lingered in the air and before you even had taken two steps inside you already had an iced tea in hand, the host, one of the moms of a new classmate of Charlotte that you had met before, welcoming you.

You were glad that Charlotte and Sarah where in the same class, both of them loving each other like sisters. With Joel working so much you had Sarah over more often lately, seeing Joel only when he picked her up.

She was very well behaved and deep down you got the impression she loved hanging around with just girls for a change. Of course Joel was the best father, but there are some things that teenage girls don’t want to speak to their dads about.

Such as how to use the eyeliner she secretly bought correctly or the awkward question about what to use, pads or tampons or period underwear?

It was nice that she trusted you with questions like that.

You knew from Joel that she had struggled to not have a mom like other kids and he told you it was nice that she now had you to ask all those questions.

Not that you were her mom, or wanted to be.

Well…. Okay maybe sometimes deep into the night when you looked at the empty space in bed next to you, you might imagine how it would be if Joel would be there, every day. How could you not?

He was the hot single dad every mom in class always wanted and you were the one who had him. Occasionally. But still.

You let your eyes gaze through the backyard before you saw the broad shoulders of the man you had hoped would be here.

You could feel the butterflies in your belly as you walked over to him and fuck that smile he gave you when he turned around…

„Work still keeping you busy?“ You asked a little while later, both of you with a plate of food in front of you, sitting at one of the tables outside.

„Yeah. Can’t remember when I got more than five hours of sleep at night the last time,“ he groaned and you reached one hand over to rest on his knee before you could stop yourself.

„You got to take care of yourself, honey. Let that brother of yours pick up some slack too,“ you winked and he gave you a bashful smile before one of his hands came to rest on top of yours.

„He does. As a matter of fact he’s taking over the next project so I have some more free time to spend with Sarah,“ he said and you hummed.

„And if I’m being completely honest there’s this girl I haven’t spend any time with in the last months and I really really miss her and her little pussy,“ he had leaned in, whispering the last words against your ear and you shivered.

„Just her pussy?“ You mumbled back as you looked up at him and he smirked.

„Nah, she’s the whole fucking deal. Should probably get off my own ass and finally as her out on a date instead of just fucking he brains out whenever she lets me,“ he said and you sucked your bottom lip in as you tried to hide your smile.

You looked away from him for a moment, gathering your thoughts, making up your mind.

You needed him, and you needed him now.

„Think you can show me where the bathroom is? I think I need a little refresh,“ you asked, hoping he would get the hint. And by the shit eating grin that came to his face, he did.

„Of course. Follow me.“

„This… This is not the bathroom,“ you mumbled against his lips, his body pressing you against the door of what looked like a laundry room.

„Less interruptions here,“ he hummed, hand slipping under your dress, finger hooking into your panties, pulling them down. You smiled, hands in his hair as you helped him get your panties off.

„Been too damn long,“ he ran his hand up your leg, wrapping it behind his back, his other hand on your back puling you closer before he kissed you again, his tongue playing with yours as you reached down, unzipping his pants.

„Missed me so much you gonna fuck me in some people’s laundry room? Want us to get caught?“ You grinned, hand pulling out his cock, surprised to find out he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Wrapping your palm around his cock you loved the deep groan he released against your lips.

„Not gonna get caught if you keep quiet baby,“ he hooked your leg over his arm, hand on the door behind you as he stepped closer, opening you up for him.

„Oh yeah, because I am the one who can’t keep quiet,“ you teased and he huffed a laugh, replacing your hand around his cock with his as he pumped himself and lined himself up.

You wrapped one arm around his shoulders, standing only one one leg, trusting him to keep you there.

Slowly he finally sank into you, his thick cock stretching you perfectly.

„Fuckin’ perfect,“ he grunted, lips pressing against yours in a deep kiss when his cock filled you completely, both of you moaning quietly.

„This ain’t gonna take long, sweetheart. Been to fuckin’ long,“ he grunted and you gasped when he moved, bottoming out completely before thrusting back inside.

„Don’t care, just fuck me,“ you whimpered and he nodded against your lips, fucking up into you, skin slapping against skin every time he filled you.

You sucked your bottom lip in, trying to keep quiet as he hammered into you, his lips now attached to your shoulder as he groaned into your skin.

„Shit,“ he grunted just a couple of thrusts later and you felt him twitch as he came, spilling inside of you. Letting your head fall against the door you gasped for ear, having not cum but fuck it still felt good to just have him inside of you.

You were about to say something when he got on his knees, cock pulling out of you, your leg now hooked over his shoulders as his tongue replaced his cock, Joel moaning as he tasted you.

„Oh fuck,“ you whimpered, hands now in his hair as he looked up at you. He grinned wickedly as he licked into you, licked his cum out of you.

„We taste good together,“ he mumbled against your cunt, and you pulled at his hair with a quiet whine.

„Shhh Baby. Don’t want anyone to hear what a little slut your are for me huh?“ He teased and you pulled his hair harder, making him moan as he continued to lick you.

He sucked on your clit, tongue playing with it all while pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

„Joel,“ you moaned softly, your head falling back against the door as you finally came, gasping for air as your body shook in Joel’s hold. You melted against the door once you rode it out, limbs feeling like jello. He kissed your pussy one last time, before he set your leg down, keeping his arms around you as he got off of his knees. You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him hard once he stood upright.

„We do taste good together,“ you whispered and he chuckled.

It was two hours later, nobody at the party had noticed the very explicit things you did in that laundry room, that Joel carried a very tired Charlotte towards your car, Sarah already sleeping in the backseat of his car.

You opened the backseat door of your car for him and he carefully sat Charlotte down, putting the belt on for her.

You were leaning against the back of your car as he closed the door and he walked towards you.

„What are you doing next Friday?“ He asked, fingers tilting your chin up.

„Nothing. Charlotte is with her Dad,“ you said with a small smile.

„And Sarah is at her Grandma’s for a sleepover,“ he hummed with a smirk.

„Wanna go on a date with me?“ He asked and you grinned, getting on your tiptoes to kiss him softly.

„I thought you’d never ask.“

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matchpointfaist · 1 month ago

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you’re screwed up and brilliant, look like a million dollar man

dads best friend! art x reader

tw for large age gap but reader is 18!!!, smut, questionable morals! :) this is just filthy yall idk

growing up, your dad had told you all about his childhood best friend, art donaldson. he’d told you how they’d met in middle school and become completely inseparable, always together until the day art left for mrta, flying off to florida and leaving him behind. he’d made him out to be some sort of legend, rambling on with stories about how incredible he was at tennis, how funny he was, how no one in his small town was really as interesting as art had been. by the time your dad got your mom pregnant in high school, young and terrified, art was long gone, halfway across the country learning to become one of the greats.

they’d kept in touch through the years, always over text, always too busy to actually see each other. art was, apparently, traipsing all over the world winning tournaments, checking in with your dad weekly for brief phone calls or text exchanges. when your parents divorced, art had utmost sympathy, having recently separated from his wife as well. a few phone calls and an impulsively purchased plane ticket later, art was knocking at your front door, duffel bag in hand. you’d come home from classes that evening, surprised to see another man in your living room, laughing over a glass of scotch with your father. “dad?” you asked, brows furrowed, “who’s this?”

“oh!” art was off the couch in an instant, extending a hand in greeting, clearing his throat, “art donaldson! it’s so great to meet you, your dads told me all about you,” oh god, he was fucking gorgeous. you shook his hand, eyeing him still, trying to ignore the way your cheeks reddened the second your skin made contact with his. “oh, it’s good to meet you as well,” you smiled up at him, “he’s talked about you a ton, too,” he sat back down on the edge of the couch, watching idly as you hugged your dad’s neck, telling him you were going to clean up and then you’d start supper. his gaze followed you all the way out of the living room and up the stairs, mentally cursing at himself all the way along. you were his best friends daughter, for gods sake. it didn’t matter if you were pretty or not, he was sure you were hardly old enough for him to be giving a second glance.

an hour later, you’d returned with your hair up and yoga pants on, busying yourself in the kitchen as the men caught up in the living room. “she’s been such a big help since the divorce,” your dad was saying, prying him from his thoughts, “i mean, she’s only 18 and she’s taken on so many responsibilities, keeping this house together while i’m working. i couldn’t have asked for a better daughter,” god, he had to push the image of your hips swaying as you skipped up the steps out of his mind. “yeah, she seems great,” he nodded, clearing his throat again, “i’m glad you’ve got such a good family, man,”

right after the three of you sat down for dinner- pasta, art’s favorite cheat meal- your dads cell rang, disturbing the quiet conversation. “shit, this is work. i’ll be right back,” he sighed, leaving the room with the phone pressed to his ear. “this is really good,” art said between bites, hoping to ease the tension that he was sure he’d fabricated, “do you cook a lot?” “thanks,” you smiled around the rim of your glass, “yeah, i do. dad doesn’t really know how to do much, so i’ve been in charge of the cooking and tidying up since my mom left,” “i’m sorry about that, by the way,” he offered you a sympathetic frown, “it must be hard,” you shrugged, averting your eyes, “its fine, dad says its for the best anyway,” “divorce is tough,” he nodded, “i know how it is first hand,” your eyes met his across the table at that, an almost curious undertone in your gaze. “i’m sorry,” you finally said, “my dad told me about your wife,” “ex wife,” he corrected quickly, running a hand over his face like it stressed him just to talk about her, “but it’s alright. these things happen,”

your dad returned a few minutes later, looking irritated and stressed. “i need to go into work for a bit, we have an emergency surgery waiting and there’s no one to cover. art, feel free to make yourself at home in the guest room, please. and honey, will you just make sure he’s settled? i’ll be home as soon as i’m finished, but it may take a few hours,” you’d gotten used to this, the last minute leaving. “sure, dad,” you nodded, standing to clear his spot at the table, “be careful, love you,” “love you too,” he gave you a quick side-hug, “art, i’ll see you in the morning, yeah?” “yeah, of course, man,” he nodded, “go save the world,” he joked, trying not to watch you as you leaned over the sink, scrubbing at a plate. your dad was gone moments later, leaving a stagnant silence in the room, save for the sound of scraping dishes and running water. “do you need help?” he asked after a moment, scratching the back of his neck, “i can dry them, if you want,” “no, it’s okay,” you shook your head, glancing at him over your shoulder, “just relax, i’ll come set out some blankets for you when i’m done,”

he hovered by the door, unsure if he should make himself useful or if you truly wanted to be alone. he finally settled on the former, coming just beside you to dry the dishes as you washed them, ignoring your quiet protests. “so what do you study in school?” he asked after a bit of silence, hopeful to start some semblance of a conversation. “english,” you replied, sounding a little pleased, “i’m gonna be a teacher,” “yeah? that’s a great career,” he smiled over at you, “i’m sure you’ll do great at that,”

the small talk continued here and there until you were yawning, rubbing your eyes. “i’m gonna get your room ready and then go to bed,” you said, leading him up the stairs to a little spare room just beside yours, “the bathrooms down the hall, if you need to shower,” “yeah, i feel like i have airport germs all over me,” he laughed, “i’ll be right out,” he must have been tired, because as soon as he stepped out of the water, he realized he forgot his pajamas. he sighed, ran a hand over his face, and tied a towel around his hips. you’d probably be in bed, anyway. he’d just be quick back to his room. when he stepped into the room, though, you were still there, making the bed with such care that he nearly forgot he was half naked in front of you. “oh!” you look up, eyes all wide, and he flushed immediately. “god, i’m so sorry, i forgot my bag-“ he grabbed the duffel from the end of the bed, quickly turning to head back to the bathroom and get fully dressed. he told himself he must’ve imagined you biting your lip, your cheeks tinged pink as you looked him over. you were just surprised, that’s all!

by the time he returned from getting dressed, you were gone, an extra blanket folded on the bed and the smell of your perfume lingering in the air, the door next to his shut tight. he sighed, running a hand over his face and climbing into bed, scrolling through his phone to pass time until sleep came. he was restless, unused to sleeping in a bed that wasn’t his own or some overpriced hotel, the sounds of your house settling keeping him up. he’d finally adjusted to the noises, the creaking of old wood, the wind tapping limbs against the window, when he heard a new, softer sound. quiet moans and whimpers, coming through the wall. he sat up, slightly concerned that you were hurt, or having a nightmare. he quietly got out of bed, pressing against the wall to the source of the noise. that’s when he heard it, a quiet, almost imperceptible, “oh, art,”

blood rushed in his veins, nearly dizzying him with the intensity, and he was straining against his flannel pants in seconds. “right there,” you whimpered, and he nearly fainted. he knew he shouldn’t think any harder on it, knew he should just put in earbuds until he fell asleep, but then his hand was on the doorknob and he was out in the hallway, just a pace away from your bedroom, from you. he waited, contemplated, but your sounds continued, only increasing in frequency, paired with the sounds of rippling sheets. before he could stop himself, he was twisting open the door, stepping into your dimly lit room. you gasped, yanking the blanket up to your chest, face flushed in the glow of your nightstand candle. “art, i-“ “i heard you,” his voice was hoarse, shaky, “you said my name,”

“i’m so sorry,” there were tears welling in your eyes, your voice wobbly, “i shouldn’t have,” “don’t apologize,” he sat just at the edge of your bed, hands trembling, “come here, alright?” you hesitated, pulling the blanket down just enough to reveal your skimpy pink pajamas, crawling towards him. he was a goner, a dead man, if your dad ever found out about this. he knew it in the back of his mind, knew this wrong wrong, he was 16 years older than you for god’s sake. some small part of him didn’t care, was reckless enough to pull you into his lap, “what were you doing, baby? show me,” your face flushed even darker, and you shook your head, eyes shining, “i can’t, we can’t-“

“you wanted it so badly a few minutes ago, what happened? hm?” it was so unlike him to be so forward, so demanding, but you’d taken over his mind, making him flush and greedy with want, “show me how you like to be touched, sweet girl,” your hands trembled as they slowly slipped beneath your shorts, your thighs spread against his own, and he nearly snapped as a soft sigh left your lips, your eyes falling closed. “oh,” it was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard, and he was indescribably desperate to pull more from you, to make you cry for him. you gasped softly, and all his restraint broke, his own hand replacing yours, cool against your feverish skin. “oh, baby,” he nearly groaned, “you’re drippin’, you know that? what did this, huh? what got you so worked up?” you shook your head, whimpering incessantly as his fingers worked you open. “come on, tell me,” he dragged his lips across your jaw, “be a good girl,” “you,” you finally managed, voice cracking, “it was you, art, god,” “atta girl,” he grinned, satisfied, “you’re shakin, baby. you gonna come for me? gonna put on a show?” “art!” it came out half gasp, half moan, your thighs falling closed as you came around his fingers, body shuddering, “oh, oh my god,” he worked you through it, fingers slowing until he pulled out of you, bringing his fingers to your lips, “open up, baby,”

you were so greedy for it, opening your mouth instantly, sucking his fingers in like they belonged there. your tongue swirled around the digits, lapping your wetness off of his skin with a contented hum, the sound going straight to his cock. “greedy thing,” he murmured, pulling his fingers from your mouth only to grab your jaw, pulling you into a messy, hot kiss. you moaned against his lips as he bit at your bottom lip, your hands resting on his shoulders. “you wanna do something for me, pretty?” he asked, trailing his lips down your neck, “wanna make me feel good, hm?” “yes, please,” you sounded so eager, so sweet, it nearly made him rethink this entire thing. maybe he could’ve turned around and left, packed his duffel and apologized to your dad in the morning, if you hadn’t looked so fucking beautiful. maybe if you didn’t feel so good, so natural, in his arms, he could’ve run away, back to his normal life with his normal desires. but you were calling to him like a siren, your eyes wide and shining as you sank to your knees on your carpeted floor, pulling his flannel pants down with you. “oh, god,” he clenched his jaw, watching as your hand wrapped around him, slow and tender, like you were nervous, “there you go, baby, good god,”

if the view, or your the feeling of your hands, was good, then your mouth was fucking heaven. you were hot and wet and everywhere, taking him like you’d practiced, like you needed to impress him. you looked up at him with teary eyes as he fucked into your mouth, down your throat just enough to have you gagging, his hand holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail. “god, best fuckin’ mouth i’ve ever had,” he panted, thighs tight as he held his orgasm back, “takin’ me like a little slut, baby,” he pulled your hair just hard enough to get your attention, grinning at the whine of protest as he slid out of your mouth, leaving a shining trail of spit from your lips to the tip of his cock. “come up here, sweet girl. let me fuck you,”

you laid out on the bed before him like a signet of damnation, a culmination of all his repressed desire, your pajamas long gone, thighs spread and cunt gleaming in the candlelight. “prettiest thing i’ve ever seen,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your thigh, tracing a finger over your clit just light enough to make you shiver, “bet you’re gonna feel so good,” you just made a soft, preening sound, a lazy smile on your lips at the praise. he kissed you, soft and slow, taking his time as he pushed your thighs further apart, making room for himself. he had to choke back a groan at the feeling of you stretched around him, kissing you harder just to busy his mouth, his hips bucking. “oh!” you pulled away to bury your face in his neck, biting at the skin, needy and incessant, “oh, art, you’re so big,” “you’re takin’ it so good,” he choked out, thrusting deeper, one hand coming to cradle the back of your head as he pulled you up to meet his chest, “oh, baby, like you were made for me,” you were a mess, babbling and incoherent with lust, alternating between kissing over his shoulders and biting just enough to have him groaning. “the college boys fuck you like this, huh?” he pulled your hair back, tipping your head up to face him, “tell me, sweet girl,”

“no,” you shook your head, eyes wide, “no, nobody does,” “good girl,” he pulled you back into his neck, holding you tight as he fucked you harder, leaving you breathless with each snap of his hips, “letting me fuck you like a whore,” he was nearing the edge, dangerously close to filling you up, fucking you full. “art, please,” you didn’t even know what you were begging for, nails digging into his back as he fucked you senseless. “go on, come on my cock,” he panted, holding your hips tight enough to leave bruises, “let me feel you, baby,” one hand slipped between your bodies, pressing against your clit just right, and you came with a gasp, clenching around him tight enough to have him filling you up, moaning breathlessly as he fucked you through it.

you shook slightly as he pulled out, whimpering at the emptiness, a soft moan leaving you when he ran his fingers over your clit soothingly, “did so good for me,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “you alright?” “mhm,” you nodded, resting your head on his chest, “just sleepy,” the reality of your situation crossed his mind-him, in your childhood bedroom, in his best friends house- and he laid you back down, covering you with your blanket. “gonna run out and get you a plan b,” he ran a hand over his face with a sigh, “wasn’t thinking,” “i’m on birth control,” you yawned, “it’s okay, art,” his shoulders relaxed slightly and he nodded, tucking the blanket around you, “need to get back to my room before your dad comes home,” “right,” you nodded, eyes shifting, “goodnight, then,” “goodnight, sweet girl,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, clumsily pulling on his pants, unable to locate his shirt, before returning to his room next to yours, laying across the bed with a huff. he was so fucked, wasn’t he? he was an idiot, completely reckless.

the next morning, he woke to the smell of coffee and chatter downstairs. he pulled on day clothes, descending the steps, his eyes landing on you and your dad at the kitchen table. art’s abandoned sleep shirt hung over your frame, paired with shorts, a lazy smile on your lips. “oh, good morning,” you smiled up at him, waving him over, “i made you a cup,” he sat down across from his best friend in the world, and all he could think of was the way you looked when you came undone for him. god, he was screwed.

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dragoneyelashart · 1 month ago

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ᯓ★ the summer we lost • chapter 1

summary: it was supposed to be the perfect summer—just before college, you and your online friend "william" had planned out meeting this summer, but everything came to a screeching halt when your parents dropped the bomb that you had to get a job at a family friend’s dance studio. so instead of having fun, you’re stuck teaching kids who can barely stay on their feet, alongside a girl you can’t stand. now, while your friends are living their summer, you’re tangled up in a mess of pirouettes, bratty 7-year-olds, and a summer you’ll never get back. warnings: angst | mature language | sexual content |

authors note: first chapter yay! anyways hope you like it 🤓 wc: 2.4k the summer we lost masterlist

the faint sound of pink + white by frank ocean played in the background, barely audible over the hum of the fan in the corner. summer had finally started, and you'd never been more relieved. the thought of school was now a distant blur—replaced with warm air, late nights, beach days, laughter-soaked parties, sunburnt cheeks, and most importantly... finally meeting william.

you met william online when you were both thirteen. it started with a random comment thread on some the office fan page—though, ironically, you never liked the show. she loved it. you found that kind of funny. she made it clear early on that her name wasn’t actually william—apparently it was a name her parents had considered for her before she was born. you told her wilma sounded cooler, but eventually you gave up and just called her “w.”

you'd been talking for years—through awkward middle school phases, heartbreaks, friend drama, late-night vents, shared playlists, and too many inside jokes to count. you’d planned to meet so many times, but something always got in the way. deep down, you were scared. it felt too surreal, too risky—like what if she wasn’t who she said she was? what if she was a sixty-year-old man behind a screen? you'd asked once, out of anxiety more than suspicion, and her answer was always something ridiculous like, “i have titty pics” or “check my onlyfans.” it didn’t help, but it made you laugh—and eventually, you stopped questioning it.

you were lying across your bed, freshly manicured nails tapping fast against your screen as you texted her.

4:32pm

w: so, i was thinking we could stay at a beach house???

you: you know how many murders have happened in a beach house...

w: why do you know that off the top of your head? i'm not gonna murder you jeez... not yet at least

you giggled, shaking your head as the two of you slipped into your usual rhythm—half banter, half confession. the conversation floated effortlessly until a knock broke the moment. soft at first, then louder, followed by the faint sound of scratching against wood.

before you could say anything, the door creaked open. your mom stepped in, wearing that look—the one that meant she’d already made a decision and was now trying to sell it to you gently. eyebrows slightly drawn together, lips pressed in thought.

you sighed, already bracing yourself.

“your father and i were talking,” she began, “and we thought maybe this summer, you could get a job—”

you groaned out loud, flopping back dramatically.

“mom, please. i have the whole summer for that. it literally just started.”

“it’s better to start now,” she continued, her voice laced with too much enthusiasm. “plus, i talked to maggie—you remember her, her kids did that song at the talent show? well, she’s on the cake committee and she mentioned her daughter’s managing a dance studio and they just lost an instructor.”

you raised an eyebrow, only half-listening.

“she said they’re looking for someone to fill in for the summer. it’s perfect! you’d only be there for a couple of months, and they’re paying $50 an hour.”

you sat up straighter at that part, but it didn’t change the sinking feeling in your stomach.

“she wants you there tomorrow morning. 8:30 sharp. i’ll text you the details,” she said with finality, already halfway out the door.

you opened your mouth, ready to protest, but nothing came out. instead, you just stared at the door as it clicked shut, and all the plans you’d been dreaming about for years—the beach house, the sunrises, the first time you’d finally hear her laugh in real life—started to dissolve.

you picked up your phone.

4:45pm

you: hey slight issue...

w: is the beach house too small? i can find another?

you: no uh, my mom wants me to get a summer job

w: oh thank god i thought you were about to cancel

you: yeah um. about that. the job’s for the whole summer.

you stared at the blinking cursor, waiting for a reply. nothing.

you watched the time jump—4:46, then 4:47. still nothing.

you imagined her face. not that you really knew what she looked like outside of selfies and blurry facetime screenshots—but you pictured her anyway. she’d probably read the message, tossed her phone across the bed, then laid there with her hands over her face dramatically. it was kind of her thing.

finally, your screen lit up.

w: ...damn.

w: i don’t even know what to say lol i mean i get it but also w: this was supposed to be the summer

you exhaled slowly, thumb hovering over your screen. typing. deleting. typing again. you didn’t know what to say either. it was supposed to be the summer. everything had aligned—your schedules, her flight, the place you’d picked out by the water. it wasn’t anything crazy, just a two-bedroom spot with seafoam green walls and patio lights that looked like they’d been there since the 90s. you could already picture the way the air would smell—salt, sunscreen, maybe a hint of freshly cut flowers that lay idle amongst the beach.

and now? now it was morning alarms and bratty kids in ballet shoes.

you: i know. i’m sorry. i didn’t even know this was happening you: she just walked in and assigned me the whole damn summer you: i’m still trying to process it

a minute passed. then another. yet there was no reply.

the next morning you throw your bag into the backseat of your car, the slam echoing louder than expected in the quiet morning air. it’s 8:30 on a saturday. school ended yesterday. everyone else is probably still asleep, or maybe already texting the group chat about some spontaneous beach plan. meanwhile, you’re dragging yourself to a summer job you didn’t even ask for. you still didn't even have a response from william.

you’ve worked before. café, library, record store, even a brief stint at a radio station. every single time, your bosses sucked. like, truly. and now, here you are, hoping this one won’t suck as bad as the rest.

you park in front of the studio. it’s tucked into a line of quiet storefronts, with soft yellow letters on the glass spelling out luna dance collective. despite everything, a small flicker of curiosity sparks in you. the place doesn’t look terrible. maybe it won’t be.

plus, if you're being honest with yourself, there’s a part of you that's mildly excited. maybe teaching at a dance studio could be fun. and if you’re lucky... maybe someone cute will sign up for a class. or already works here.

you walk inside and spot a girl with soft curls hunched over a laptop at the front desk. she looks up immediately and gives you a bright, too-wide smile.

“hey! you must be... y/n?”

you nod. “yep. that’s me.”

“cute name,” she says, practically glowing. “i’m luna.”

luna types something quickly, then glances back at you. “okay so, we’ve got two spots that need filling. you can either take the little kids’ class... or, wait for it—senior citizens’ zumba.”

you blink. she tries to hold back a laugh.

“i’ll take the kids,” you say immediately. “please.”

she nods approvingly. “smart choice. you’ve got the 1 pm on saturdays for the 5–8 year olds, same group again on mondays at 3, and the older kids—like 10 to 11—on tuesday through thursday at 5. easy enough.”

she shows you around, explaining where you can keep your stuff, the wifi password, and how to use the bluetooth speaker in the studio rooms. you’re half-listening until she gestures toward a door near the back.

“and that’s the private studio. b’s in there right now. if you ever want to practice or just chill between classes, that’s the place.”

“b?” you ask.

“billie,” she says casually, already moving toward the hallway. “she owns the place, or well her parents do. maggie comes around here sometimes,” okay so billie is maggie's daughter, she sounds familiar.

you follow her, trying not to trip over your own feet as you peek into the room.

inside, there’s a girl dancing—small, athletic, with dark hair that moves like silk. she glides across the hardwood like she’s part of the music, her movements sharp but graceful, every beat hitting like instinct. you’re frozen. completely mesmerized. she’s stunning.

as if sensing you, she glances your way. her gaze lands on yours—steady, unreadable. then, just as quickly, she turns back to her routine like you were never there at all.

“who’s that?” you manage to whisper.

“i told you. that’s billie,” luna says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “she’s intense. but she’s good.”

intense is an understatement. you can’t stop watching her.

luna grabs your arm suddenly. “c’mon. let’s go say hi!”

“uh—no, it’s fine, she looks busy—” you start, but it’s too late. luna’s dragging you into the room like you don’t have functioning legs of your own.

“bil! this is y/n—the one teaching the kids’ classes,” luna calls out.

billie pauses mid-spin and walks over slowly, not quite acknowledging you yet. she grabs a water bottle from the bench and takes a sip, looking you over like she’s reading your entire life story just from your shoes.

she’s even prettier up close, and that realization is like a punch to the chest.

luna keeps talking like none of this is awkward. “y/n, this is billie. our dance boss. literally.”

billie raises an eyebrow. “does the girl talk or did you hire a mute?”

your face flushes. you open your mouth to speak but nothing comes out.

“actually you hired her,” luna fires back, grinning.

billie narrows her eyes slightly and then, with the cockiest smirk you’ve ever seen, says, “pretty sure i wouldn’t hire someone who can’t talk. you can speak, right, baby?”

baby. your brain short-circuits.

you stutter, completely mortified. “i—uh, i—yeah, i...”

billie scoffs, clearly unimpressed. she grabs a towel off the wall. “seriously, lu? this is who you brought in?”

and just like that, she walks into the changing room, door swinging shut behind her.

you’re left there, stunned, replaying her voice—low, smooth, teasing. it messes with your heartbeat.

“she’s nicer once you get to know her,” luna says like it’s nothing. “don’t take it personally.”

you don’t reply. you’re too busy mentally spiraling.

then, as if on cue, luna shoves her phone in your face. “oh, by the way, give me your insta!”

you enter your username on autopilot.

@/lunaf wants to follow you! [accept] | decline ___________________ taglist: @amara-eilish @bilswifee @jayjaywetforbils @billieeilishismywifey @iamnicoke @st0nerlesb0 | send me an ask if you want to be added!

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catsoupki · 3 months ago

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A WARM SHOWER (1.5K)

pairing - katsuki bakugou x reader

synopsis - dynamight is convinced that this is for your own good, he insists, but when he runs into you and your warmth again, he forgets all his vows and wishes. (or, bakugou spends his off-day at the cemetery until the sky clears.)

cw - pro-hero bakugou, side character death, reader has a quirk, female pronouns, hurt/comfort, reuniting

a/n - sorry for disappearing for so long ... :( school has just been an ass but enjoy this ! i'll try to do sth for 420 too !

taglist - @staraxiaa @hatsukeii @cashmoneyyysstuff i miss u guys sm i hope you're doing well

Bakugou’s feet are firmly planted on the moss-covered concrete, he stares at the tiles, worn down by the weather. When he returns to his upright position, there was a brief window of time when the umbrella on his shoulder couldn’t shield him from the rain. His hair whips like sand in the wind, back and forth with force. He looks at the bouquet of flowers he’s laid down, drenched down to the stem, leaves somehow still attached despite everything. Petals of white, pink and yellow stand out like a sore thumb on the muted grave. Sighing, he doesn’t hear his own voice. He lets his mind meander, and, he briefly wonders how sad you are. It’s been raining non-stop for the past three days, grey clouds never letting the sunshine through, not even for a moment.

He looks back at the tombstone, your last name etched onto gravelly stone, an unexplained sense of heaviness seeps into his eyes. He entertains a guilty, fleeting thought— he’s glad your sister is dead. A child shouldn’t die, he knows that more than anyone else, but the selfish part of him, the unheroic side, is glad that you’re alive. It doesn’t matter, not as much, that you aren’t alive with him. But the fact that you’re existing, out there, outside of a coffin, above the ground, doing something mundane, like going to work and washing the dishes, it instils comfort into him like no other.

Sure, he would have rathered that you went to work with him, or that you did the dishes with him, but the fact that you can keeps his feet planted on the mossy earth.

He’s bowed thrice by now, and he should be lighting the candles in front of your sister’s tomb next, but the rain prevents him from doing so, let alone the howling wind, sending trees swaying, threatening to tumble down.

He looks at the picture of your smiling sister, a person he’s met twice, and he doesn’t know what he’s doing here. It’s Wednesday, and it’s his off-day. Why is he spending the time he gets off the clock here servicing you and your sister?

She was a really quiet child, she never screamed or cried, her voice was always soft. Social anxiety had its grip on her from a young age, almost rendering her unfit for public school, but she insisted on going to the same one that you went to. You’d always tell him about the story of her first day in middle school. He had heard that story many times, but he’d listen to you intently as if it were unheard of.

“She gripped onto my dress until she tore a hole through the fabric, it was my favourite one! But she was so scared. I didn’t know what to do, I couldn’t leave her behind but I was gonna be late to work. I didn’t want her to get bullied for needing her sister to walk her everywhere, so I settled with a deal. I told her that I’d be there first thing when school finished. And I was! I was the first person in line that day, packed like a damn sardine by the parents, I even had to take a half-day off ‘cause school ends so early apparently. But her toothy grin makes it worth it.”

She never made it to her first day of high school, and you stopped talking about that story after she died. Bakugou wishes that he could’ve had more time to spend with your sister, he wishes that he could’ve been around her more, he wishes that he would’ve been known as her uncle.

This longing for something that never was strangles his heart like Tomura had, regret, rue, wishful thinking. He knows that his next day isn’t guaranteed, not when he’s a hero. The people need Him, the nation needs Him, and they outweighed you. A stupid mistake on his part, and if he could rewind time so he’s standing in your studio apartment again, he would have caught your hand and never let go. His quirk isn’t about time, though, instead it’s about leaving destruction in his wake, reducing the things around him to ruins beyond recognition.

He left because he feared for you whenever his name is scorched onto alleyways by villains out for blood, whenever his moniker is used in conjunction with a threat, an ultimatum that if he doesn’t surrender, they’ll find out where his secret lover is and dismember her limb by limb.

He never lets these scum get close to you, your name, or your family. But it was enough for something in him to awaken. Dynamight isn’t known for His trepidatious nature, He was known for always winning; He is victory reincarnated. But Katsuki was too late, the feelings had long been seeded (so the villain did win, after all), it sprouted, took form until the roots ran long and deep into his beliefs. Ugly, green vines wrapped around his spine until he suffocated, until he had to cede his love to you; unwillingly; involuntarily;

In his head, he had begged you to shout at him angrily, to scratch at him with ferocity, and maybe then his own persuasion to leave you behind would have hurt less. It was morning in that studio apartment, a late one, you lounged in sleepwear as he prepared breakfast. You probably noticed his unease but decided he’d come to you eventually. You sat on the couch, crossed legged. Sunlight danced on your face, eyes bright, vehement, under the golden streaks of warmth. He, back then, had stood in the kitchenette, a space obviously not built for him, too large of a torso, too tall a frame. He didn’t care, before, he would’ve bent down until his back ached and soured if it meant cooking for you. He had stood in the shadows, shy of your light.

This conversation never comes easy, but it’s one that is well rehearsed in the confines of your homes, his agency, and over the phone. He always loses, no matter what you say, objective points, arguments, frustration-fuelled statements, he never gets past you when it starts showing on your face. He tried to look away from you, but your stubbornness keeps him losing. He forfeits when your eyebrows begin to scrunch and your lips pout. He loses, every single time.

You thought that this would be no different. Levity evident in your voice as you danced around the topic, but you hadn’t seen what he‘s seen, you hadn’t heard what he’s heard. Echoes of that nobody’s warning haunt his everyday life, when he showers, when he eats, and when he sleeps.

He won, but for the first time, he was upset. You fought back with all that you had, threw arguments at him that were impossible to dismantle, insistence bleeding through your hoarse voice, he was on the brink of defeat. But He wins, Dynamight wins.

He leaves destruction in his wake.

It’s been raining non-stop for the past three days, grey clouds never letting the sunshine through, not even for a moment. He’s dedicated enough of his time here, servicing a debt that’s unending, so he calls it a day. Sighing, he doesn’t hear his own apology in the rain. With an umbrella on his shoulder and regret at his throat, he’s going to walk away.

“Katsu?”

The black umbrella in his grip turns obsolete as sunlight filters through a cleared, blue sky. Warmth inundates him.

He looks at the discarded bouquet of flowers on the moss-covered tiles, petals of white, pink and yellow standing out like a sore thumb in a sea of muted colours.

He sees you, the edges of your body smudging in the sunlight, blurred floral patterns on your dress, is he crying?

He doesn’t speak, suppressed by the fear that wraps around him like a noose, maybe his voice would scare the ghost of you away.

Your shoes click against the slippery, moist floor. He wants to tell you be careful, don’t get hurt. Thuds ring in the cemetery, trees still dancing as a slight wind blows. You look bright, vehement, in the streaks of golden light. It took you ten seconds, longer than a century, to reach Bakugou. He closes his eyes. It hurts. It hurts. The world is cruel for playing this joke on him. Regret, rue, wishful thinking. With trembling hands, you reach for his skin, tickling the scars that tell a story bigger than you and him. The wrinkle between his brow settles, “you’re here.”

He says, more so to convince himself, “you’re here.” to will itself into reality. The rain that had poured down on him like salvation is replaced by the intangible sunlight that washes over him like penance. He chases after atonement blindly, wildly, perhaps as a form of Sisyphean punishment for the hurt he had dared slain on you. It doesn’t matter, you’d say, because you’re here, now. You exist, beyond tree roots and above grass, in his arms. With your lips on his and your fingers on him, you're here now, bathing in sunlight, shy of rain. You’re vehement in his grasp.

thank you for reading ! i hope you enjoyed it, all interactions appreciated, have a wonderful day <3

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pupyuj · 4 months ago

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baby daddy gaeul thoughts? :)

omg anon i was just gonna link you this old baby daddy ive drabble i did but i realized there's literally nothing much for gaeul there so now we out here‼️‼️‼️

idek how nasty i can get with this since i stated in my last baby daddy ive drabble that gaeul’s just really fucking sweet 😭💕 like truly!!!! taking care of you day and night throughout your whole pregnancy and when the baby’s here, she just gets even better! 🥺💓 she becomes a hundred times more attractive to you while she does the whole parent stuff… it warms your heart every time you wake up in the morning and you see her by the window holding your kid in her arms and singing them a soft melody.. but really also makes you think that wow.. you reallyyyy scored the jackpot huh 😛😛

ofc the two of you would act appropriately when the kid’s around but once they’re grown enough to be away from home for daycare or something??? oh trusttt that you and gaeul revert back to your young adult selves where you just can’t keep your hands off each other 😵‍💫 gaeul would come back in the house from taking your kid to school and she would see you making a little mid-morning snack and she just can’t help herself seeing you in your nightgown and apron 🤤🤤

don’t be surprised when gaeul inevitably presses up against you from behind while you’re slightly bent over the kitchen island as you ate your snack! 🤭 you could be talking to a friend over the phone too… having to bite back a small whine when she palms your ass and tells you to hang up the call.. and ofc you do that bcs what else were you gonna do?? not get fucked?? come on now 😤

first it would just be little kisses on your neck and shoulders, and then she’d have her hand in between your legs from behind and ykw i believe gaeul can be an ass sometimes! teasing you about being so wet, claiming that you probably didn’t change out of that nightgown in hopes of this exact scenario happening… and it was true! 🤭 but you’re not going to allow yourself to be the only one embarrassed here! making a comment about how gaeul’s jeans are near to bursting open bcs of the hard-on that you knew has been there the second she started driving back home to you.. yeah gaeul wasn’t being as slick as she thought she was 🫠🫠

apparently that was the last straw bcs then you’re laying on the couch taking gaeul’s whole cock inside you effortlessly and it felt a lot better when it wasn’t dead in the night and the two of you were trying to be sneaky 🫢 even gaeul couldn’t keep herself quiet at all, and has she always been so… chatty??

“t-the way you’ve been acting lately is so… f-familiar… mmm.. i’ve been trying to figure it out for d-days and… fuck—i finally know why…! i know what you want, darling…”

“you don’t want to fuck just for the sake of fucking, don’t you…? you want another one…!”

“is that what we’re doing today? hm?? you’re going to take me until we have another baby, huh?”

well when she talked like that… it wasn’t very shocking that you’d come home with amazing news after a visit to a doctor 🫣

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oldsoul007 · 4 months ago

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second chance

joel miller x teacher!reader

summary: y/n, Sarah’s first-grade teacher, and Joel, Sarah’s dad, find themselves drawn together through their shared care for Sarah, their connection growing from school meetings into an unexpected and heartfelt romance.

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The leaves of Austin, Texas, shimmered in hues of orange and red, signaling the heart of fall. Joel Miller stood at the edge of the elementary school’s drop-off line, hands shoved deep into his jeans pockets, watching as Sarah, his spirited seven-year-old, skipped toward the school building. Her ponytail bobbed as she waved at her friends and dashed inside. Joel smiled faintly, but his expression shifted to curiosity when Sarah stopped and turned to hug her teacher—a woman he’d only seen from afar.

Y/n L/n, Sarah’s first-grade teacher, was kind-eyed and quick to laugh, with a warm presence that immediately put parents at ease. Joel, however, had been distant. Ever since Sarah’s mom left years ago, he’d been cautious with relationships—friendly, but reserved. He was a father first, and everything else came second.

But as I turned, our eyes met briefly. I smiled—soft and genuine.

“Mr. Miller, right?” I called, walking over.

“Uh, yeah. Joel,” he said, his Texan drawl thick.

I extended a hand. “I’m y/n l/n. Sarah’s been telling me all about you.”

Joel raised a brow. “She has?”

“Oh, yes. Apparently, you make the best pancakes in all of Texas,” I said with a teasing grin.

Joel chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, I don’t know about all of Texas, but she seems to think so.”

For a moment, we stood there, the autumn breeze weaving around us.

Joel wasn’t used to small talk, but there was something disarming about y/n—something that made him want to linger.

“I’m having a parent-teacher night next week,” I said. “You should come by. It’s a good chance to meet other parents and… you know, see some of Sarah’s work.”

Joel nodded. “Yeah, sure. I’ll be there.”

When the night arrived, Joel found himself standing in the brightly decorated classroom, surrounded by miniature desks and crayon artwork. Y/n moved through the room gracefully, greeting parents and answering questions. Joel stayed near Sarah’s desk, pretending to study her carefully written alphabet chart.

“Joel,” my voice cut through his thoughts. I stood beside him, holding two cups of punch.

“Thought you might need a drink,” I said.

“Thanks,” he said, taking the cup.

We chatted about Sarah—her love for reading, her knack for storytelling, and her stubborn determination. Joel found himself laughing more than he had in ages, and y/ns laughter was like sunlight breaking through clouds.

“Can I be honest?” I said after a pause.

“’Course.”

“I think Sarah gets her storytelling from you.”

Joel blinked, caught off guard. “Me? I’m not much of a storyteller.”

I tilted my head. “I don’t know. I think you have stories to tell—you just don’t share them.”

For a moment, Joel was quiet. Then, he said softly, “Maybe you’re right.”

Over the weeks that followed, Joel found excuses to linger after drop-offs or pick-ups. I would share stories about Sarah’s day, and Joel would offer small glimpses into his life. Slowly, the walls he’d built around himself began to crack.

One evening, I invited him and Sarah to the school’s fall festival. We walked the pumpkin patch together, Sarah running ahead to pick the biggest pumpkin I could carry. Joel and I trailed behind, our hands brushing occasionally as we laughed at Sarah’s antics.

“She’s a good kid,” I said.

“She’s my whole world,” Joel replied.

I hesitated before asking, “And what about you? What’s your world look like?”

Joel glanced at me, his heart thudding. “It’s been mostly just her. But… maybe there’s room for more.”

I smiled, my cheeks tinged pink. “I hope so.”

Joel Miller was pushing a squeaky grocery cart down the cereal aisle, trying to decide between Sarah’s favorite sugary treat and something a little less likely to send her bouncing off the walls. The seven-year-old was a master negotiator, but Joel was determined to stand his ground this time.

“Daddy, this one,” Sarah insisted, holding up a box of chocolate puffs with cartoon marshmallows grinning on the front.

“Sarah,” Joel drawled, pointing at the label, “this is more sugar than you need in a week.”

Sarah pouted. “But it’s got a toy inside!”

Joel shook his head, smiling faintly. “Nice try, kiddo. How ’bout we compromise? You can pick the granola bars.”

Sarah rolled her eyes, muttering something about how compromises were just “grown-up tricks,” but she skipped off to the next aisle. Joel chuckled to himself and turned back to the shelves.

“Fancy meeting you here,” a familiar voice said behind him.

Joel turned, and his heart did a funny little stutter. Y/n, Sarah’s first-grade teacher, stood there with a basket in hand. She looked different outside of the classroom—more relaxed, almost vulnerable—and it caught him off guard.

“Y/n,” he said, his voice warmer than he’d intended. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Same,” I replied with a smile. “Though I suppose teachers have to eat too, right?”

Joel chuckled. “Fair point.”

We stood there for a beat, the hum of fluorescent lights filling the silence. Joel wasn’t usually one for small talk, but something about y/n made him want to keep the conversation going.

“Daddy!” Sarah reappeared, clutching a box of granola bars. “Can I get these?”

Joel glanced at the box. “Good choice, kiddo.”

Sarah beamed, then noticed y/n. Her face lit up. “Miss L/n! What are you doing here?”

“Hi, Sarah,” I said, crouching down to her level. “Just getting some groceries. What about you?”

“Daddy wouldn’t let me get the good cereal,” Sarah said with exaggerated indignation, crossing her arms.

I laughed, glancing up at Joel. “Strict dad, huh?”

Joel shrugged, a grin tugging at his lips. “Gotta keep her in line somehow.”

I stood, my smile lingering. “Well, I should probably let you two finish shopping, but it was nice running into you.”

Before Joel could stop himself, he blurted, “You could, uh… join us. If you’re not in a hurry.”

I hesitated, my cheeks flushing slightly. “I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“Miss l/n, you have to come with us,” Sarah said, grabbing my hand. “It’ll be fun!”

Joel gave me a small, almost shy smile. “What do you say?”

I glanced between us, then nodded. “Alright. Lead the way.”

As we navigated the aisles together, Joel was struck by how natural it all felt. I teased him about his choice of coffee, while Sarah chattered nonstop about her latest art project at school.

“Joel, you do know this instant stuff barely qualifies as coffee, right?” I said, holding up the jar he’d tossed into the cart.

“It does the job,” Joel said defensively.

I laughed, a light, melodic sound that Joel realized he liked far too much.

In the midst of our conversation, an elderly lady passing by smiled warmly at the little family and remarked, “What a cute family you are!” Joel, ever the reserved one, gave a polite nod, though his lips twitched with a slight smile. Sarah, grinning from ear to ear, looked at her dad for confirmation, and he responded with a soft chuckle. It was one of those rare moments where the world around us felt a little brighter, even in the mundane setting of a grocery store.

The encounter was short, but it left all of us with a small sense of connection and warmth as we continued with our shopping. It was a reminder that sometimes, even the simplest moments could feel special when shared with the right people.

By the time we reached the produce section, Sarah had darted off to examine a display of apples, leaving Joel and I by ourselves.

“This is nice,” y/n said softly, glancing at him.

Joel looked at me, looking surprised by my honesty. “Yeah,” he admitted. “It is.”

We stood there for a moment, the bustle of the store fading into the background. Joel wanted to say more—to tell her that he’d been thinking about her since the first parent-teacher night, that he hadn’t felt this comfortable around someone in years—but before he could, Sarah ran back, clutching an apple in each hand.

“Look, Daddy! Red or green?”

Joel smiled. “Both, kiddo.”

At the checkout, I placed my basket on the counter, glancing at Joel and Sarah. “I’ll let you two go ahead. Thanks for letting me tag along.”

“Miss L/n, are you coming to dinner with us?” Sarah asked, her big brown eyes hopeful.

Joel stiffened, his heart hammering in his chest. “Sarah, don’t—”

“I’d love to,” I said, cutting him off. My smile was soft but genuine, and my eyes met Joel’s. “If that’s okay with your dad.”

Joel cleared his throat, trying to ignore the heat creeping up his neck. “Yeah. Sure. Why not?”

Sarah cheered, and I laughed.

As they left the store together, Joel found himself thinking that maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t just an ordinary grocery run. It felt like the start of something—something he wasn’t quite ready to name, but something he didn’t want to let go of.

And as I glanced at him with a smile that felt like sunshine, Joel realized he didn’t have to face the future alone.

It wasn’t an instant fairy tale. Joel was cautious, and I respected his pace. We spent time as a trio—movie nights with Sarah, weekend trips to the park—but also carved out moments for just the two of them.

One evening, after Sarah had fallen asleep on the couch, Joel walked me to my car. The moon cast a silver glow over the driveway as we stood there, the air heavy with unspoken words.

“Y/n,” Joel began, his voice low. “I never thought I’d… let someone in again. But you…”

I placed a hand on his arm. “You don’t have to say anything, Joel. I—”

But before I could finish, he leaned in, his lips brushing mine in a tender, hesitant kiss.

When we pulled back, I smiled. “I think Sarah’s going to be thrilled.”

Joel chuckled, his hand still lingering on my cheek. “Yeah, she’s been hintin’ at this for weeks.”

As y/n drove away, Joel stood in the driveway, a warmth spreading through him that he hadn’t felt in years. For the first time in a long time, the future didn’t feel so lonely.

And in the weeks that followed, as their relationship deepened, Joel realized he wasn’t just rebuilding his life—he was building something new, something worth holding onto.

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justmeinadaze · 5 days ago

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We're A Family: Aurora's First Date (Steddie X You)

A/N: I've been working on this for awhile but finished it yesterday to feed my fluffy need while it having a dash of angst. Please enjoy and if you haven't read Good Neighbors or We're A Family please do. Its one of my more popular series.

Warnings: Father and Husbands Steddie X Wife Mother Fem Y/N, SMUT, a morning quickie filled with love, light dirty talk, A dash of angst like I said, mentions of a rough birth with the new edition and Steddie panicking, They deal with the struggles of having a teen daughter including her first date, Ro gets in trouble

FLUFF, Like I said there's a new addition. We get an update on all the kiddos and how proud Steddie is of them. Gooey shit near the end because I can <3.

Word Count: 5107

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“Eddie.”

“Y/N.”, he responds with equally as much sarcasm as you giggle while brushing your three-year-olds hair as he nibbled on his snack.

It had been almost eight years since Dylan went off to college and life for you hadn’t been dull in the years between.

You had added another addition to the Munson-Harrington household who, like his biological father, had energy to burn. Ethan loved to babble to anyone that would listen unless he had food to munch on, keeping his mouth occupied.

James had just started the 5th grade and seemed to have an affinity for swimming. You and the guys enrolled him in some classes and he swam for the Hawkins Elementary team earning many first-place trophies that you displayed in the living room next to your daughter’s artwork.

Aurora, now a 16-year-old teenager, loved to draw and paint, showcasing her work in contests that her teachers insisted she submit them for.

Their fathers were extremely proud of each of their children.

Steve showed off pictures to his classes and colleagues while Eddie’s office at the shop was a museum of accomplishments his children had achieved.

Their proudest moment was when Dylan walked the stage to accept his bachelor’s degree. He was named Valedictorian and during his speech thanked his parents including the “two men who were always there” for him since he was six. For the past couple of years, your son had been working at a school in Indianapolis while getting his master’s degree so he could teach at a college level.

You were so proud of him and thankful he was so much closer now.

Eddie and Steve were still the doting parents and the loving men you had fallen in love with. The older the kids got, however, the harder it was for them to accept certain things especially with Ro which is how you found yourself in your current situation.

“Dylan went on his first date when he was 13.”

“That’s different.”

“How?”, you counter with a smirk making the man grumble as he folds his arms.

“Daddy grrrrr.”, Ethan teases as he points towards Eddie who sticks his tongue out at his son.

“Let’s see what Steve says. There’s no way in hell he’s letting her go on that date.”

As if on cue the front door swings open and your son climbs off your lap to greet his father.

“Dada! Yames!”

“Hey, Ethan.”, James smiles as he ruffles the hair you had just brushed.

“NO! Mama…do E-ten hair!”, he pouts as he covers his head with his little hands.

“It’s ok, bud. I’m sure we can get it back in working order.”, Steve grins as he picks up the boy and smooths his curls with his palm.

Ro lags behind, locking the door as she pulls her earbud out of her ear.

“Rara!”

“Hey, Ethan. Mom, did you…?”

“I’m working on it, baby.”

“Working on what?”

“On giving us a heart attack.”, Eddie interrupts before you can answer.

“Daddy grrrrrr.”

“Dad! It’s not a big deal.”, your teenager whines.

“Excuse me? A date is a very big deal.”

“I’m sorry?”, Steve inquires becoming more alert.

“Apparently our daughter was asked out on a date.”, the metalhead relayed practically disgusted when he got to the final word.

“Oh, well I can answer that now. That’s a hell no.”

“MOM! You said it would be ok.”

Both sets of stubborn, annoyed eyes turned your way causing you to roll your eyes as you take your youngest and place him on the floor.

“James, take Ethan and both of you watch tv until dinner. Aurora, go upstairs and finish your project I know you haven’t started yet that’s due tomorrow, tattletale.” After they each go to their respective areas, you face your husbands who are now side by side with matching sets of folded arms. “Don’t do that. Don’t you two team up on me. She’s sixteen. You can’t keep her from dating. At least this way, we can meet him and make sure everything’s alright before letting her go.”

“I know what boys are like, honey. I did it all the time in high school even when I met the girl’s mom. I told them we were hanging out with friends before heading up to lover’s lake.”

“So, what do we do, Steve? Tie her down and tell her she can’t even though our oldest could? It’s not fair.”

“With Dylan, we were there at the dance. This isn’t a dance, Y/N. He’s taking her to a party.”

“Oh, that’s a definite hell no.”

“It’s not a party, Eddie. She said they were going to hang out with some friends at Amber’s house.”

“Some friends. Mhmm. I’m sorry, Y/N, but I don’t like it. I’m pulling democracy here. We said with things like this if its 2 out of 3—”

“I know, I know. I made the rule remember.”, you sigh. “RO!”

You three wait all of five seconds before she’s quickly running down the stairs having desperately waited for the outcome of this conversation.

You hated having to break her heart.

“We talked about it and we decided that…it’s best if you don’t go on this date Friday.”

Aurora blinked as she struggled to control the frustrated tears that wanted to break free.

“You decided or they did?”

“WE decided.”, you answered but she could see through your words as she pointed their way.

“Why don’t you trust me?”

“We do, honey. It’s him we don’t trust.”, Steve answered.

“You don’t even know him! He’s a nice guy and we’ve been friends for a year! I’m pretty sure I can tell the good from the bad!”

“Hey! Watch your tone, Ro. It doesn’t matter. We said no so the answer is no.”, Eddie relayed in a voice you rarely ever heard from him.

When it came to things like this or stern conversations, usually Steve was the enforcer. It came with the territory of being a teacher when he needed to settle his classes down. To have the metalhead speak up the way he was meant that this was extremely important to him.

“Ugh it’s not fair!”, she shouted as she began stomping up the stairs.

“Crybaby!”

“SHUT UP, JAMES!”

“Alright!”, you yell sternly silencing everyone. “That’s enough! Good god and you want more kids.”, you sass pointing at Steve who tosses a playful smile your way as you start preparing dinner.

***

Softly grinning his way, you climb up Eddie’s frame on the bed and kiss along his bare stomach as you trace his tattoos up to his chest.

“What’s wrong, babe?”

The man exhales as he places his phone on the table and tenderly pets your head. The long-haired man over the years had aged like a fine wine and you still marveled at the fact that both these men were yours. While a lot of his features remained the same, you loved the little bits of scruff they both seemed to don the older they got. Eddie’s was always along his jaw line where Steve’s seemed to linger above his lip. Their eyes still remained bright with love and affection but the metalhead seem to have more indents of laugh lines that you constantly traced with your fingers as he slept.

Working at the mechanic shop for as long as he had, Eddie now had more defined lines in his arms and abs that you and Steve salivated over constantly. The latter man himself, while still lean and broad, started getting more of a soft belly that you absolutely loved. When his pants would hang low on his hips, you found yourself staring till he teased you playfully.

“I hate when she’s upset.”

“I know but…she’ll get over it… she still loves you both.”

“I know…Do you really think we were overreacting?”

“No.”, Steve cut in as he leaned into the doorframe of the bathroom while he flossed his teeth.

“No one asked you, Harrington.”, you teased causing them both to chuckle. “I think that you’re her father and you just want her to be safe. You know we can trust her to make the right choices? Right?”

Your phone begins to vibrate but after Eddie reaches for it to hand it to you, he recognizes the number immediately and answers it for you.

“Hop? Is everything ok?”

“Dad? Where’s mom?”

“Aurora?” The sound of her name had you and Steve coming to attention as he came further into the room. A thought hits him and he promptly opens the bedroom door before you hear the sound of him running up the stairs. “Aurora Munson-Harrington, why are you calling from a police station?”

“Um…is mom there?”

“Answer me.”

“I, um, I may have snuck out and went to hang out with my friends…but dad, I swear to God, I had no idea a full-blown party was going on! As soon as I realized, I tried to leave but that’s when Chief Hopper arrived.”

As she spoke, Steve came back and began digging for clothes to change into.

“I’m so sorry. Can mom come and pick me up?”

“We’re on our way.”

“Dad, wait--!”

“What happened?”, you ask as you watch him hang up and throw on a shirt his husband handed him. “Is she ok?!”

“She’s fine. Stay here and we’ll be right back.”

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You paced in the living room as you waited for them to come back home.

45minutes later, your daughter slowly came through the door with Eddie’s jacket wrapped around her shoulders and both men filled with anger that you could tell they were trying to keep in check.

Gesturing with your head towards the back door, everyone followed as Ro took a seat on one of the patio chairs.

“What happened, Aurora?”

You daughter hung her head as she fiddled with her fingers just like she used to do when she was smaller.

“She was arrested for being at a party where alcohol was being served since she’s underage. Hop said she was out back making out with some boy.”, Steve grumbled as he leaned against the banister.

“We weren’t making out…”

“Aurora, you’re in an extreme amount of trouble so I would be very careful with what you say.”, Eddie growled, exhaling the smoke from the cigarette between his fingers.

“I didn’t know it was going to be a party. When I got there—”

“How did you get there?”

“I-I walked.”

“At 11pm in that short skirt and tank top?”

“Amber isn’t far—”

“Not the point!”

“Eddie…”, you warned and he flashes you an annoyed look in return. “When you got there what, Ro?”

“There were so many kids and everyone was drinking. I felt uncomfortable so I went out back to hang out with Chase. I swear all we did was talk until Chief Hopper got there. Until then…”

You knew. You were her age once and you knew she was terrified of talking about intimate details in front of her protective fathers.

“You just kissed.”

When she nodded all of your mom instincts went into gear knowing she wanted to talk to you about it. She had really cared about this boy for a while and as far as you knew this was her first kiss which was now being overshadowed by the chaos of the evening.

“I’m really sorry…”

“You’re grounded, Ro, till we come up with something better. No phone, no computer, and you come home immediately after school.”

“That’s all we’re going to do, Steve? She sneaks out, goes to a party, makes out with some kid who I’m going to have some words with by the way!”

As her eyes widen, you step towards her and place your palm on her shoulder.

“It’s been a long night. Everyone is a bit over amped. Let’s sleep on it and—”

“Why are you doing that, Y/N?! Why do you keep undermining us?!”, Eddie shouted as you tilted your head at his tone.

“Go upstairs, Aurora, and give me your phone.” She nods, doing as you ask before disappearing inside. “I’m not undermining you. I’m just as pissed off as you are, Eddie, but I think you’re reacting a bit too emotionally.”

“Well, I think you’re underreacting! She went to jail, Y/N! Snuck out, walked around in those clothes and went to a fucking party!”

“Was she actually charged?”

“No. He let her go saying it was a warning.”, Steve replied flatly. “I don’t know. I get what you both are saying but this isn’t ok, Y/N.”

“I’m not saying it is. I’m just saying my daughter had a lot of firsts tonight and I can see she’s overwhelmed. Let her process things, baby.”

After tossing his cigarette over the banister, he grumbled under his breath as he stomped into the house and slammed the bedroom door for emphasis. Your eyes met the other man’s as he sighed and rubbed his eyes with his palms.

“Fuck… what is it with our children and sneaking out?” You can’t help but laugh as you wrap your arms around him and he kisses the top of your head. “I hope you know I want to kill that boy to.”

Your giggle turns into a cackle as he guides you back inside.

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“Hey, you.”, you murmur softly when you wake up to find Aurora sitting at the kitchen table doodling on her sketchpad. “Why are you up so early?”

“Couldn’t sleep…”

“I understand. Would you like me to make you something to eat?” After she shakes her head, you slide into a chair beside her and glance at the picture she was absently sketching of the flowers on the table Eddie had brought you the other day. “When I was a bit younger than you…I was so in love with boy, I swear I thought we were going to get married on day. His name was Michael and he was this skater type guy with like this shaggy blond hair I thought was so cool.”, you giggled as your daughter smiled.

“He took me on a date to this pond near our house and we walked around talking about stupid shit. I remember he pulled on my wrist to stop us before kissing me. Oh my God, Ro, it was my first kiss and I was so terrified. While his lips were on mine I kept thinking ‘Is this how it’s done? Do I turn my head? Do I stay still? Should I grab his cheek like in the movies?’ When it was over he smiled at me and said something about how my lips tasted good.

I had no idea what that meant! I was so focused on if I was doing everything right I didn’t even enjoy the aspects of the actual kiss.”, you laugh. “Your grandfather HATED him. Michael introduced himself and my dad grilled him so hard, I was so embarrassed. After that, I tried to hide any guy I was dating but he always found out. It’s funny thinking about that now because I know for a fact he would have been on your dads so fast. Probably say something snarky about Eddie’s long hair or Steve being ‘too pretty’. Jesus… he would have loved them.”

“How do you know?”

“Because as an adult and becoming a parent myself, I know my dad wasn’t doing that to be mean or anything. He loved me and Aunt Kerria and he wanted any man in our life to know that if they ever hurt us, they’d be screwed.”

Your daughter nodded as you gently pet her wavey hair.

“Mom? Do you think…dad hates me now…after what I did?”

“No, no sweetheart—”

“I’ve never seen him be angry like that—”

“I know, Ro, hey…look at me. Even though he was upset that’s never going to erase how much both those men love you. You’re their first and only girl because fate seems to want both of us outnumbered in this household.”, you joke as you both giggle. “They just want their little girl to be safe…”

“Why in God’s name are you two weirdos up so early?”, Steve asked groggily as he sauntered out rubbing his face with an equally wild haired Eddie promptly heading for the backdoor to go smoke.

Rising to her feet, she tackled her arms around her father whose eyes widen with surprise before she lets him go to follow the metalhead out onto the patio.

“She ok?”

“Yeah…just some growing pains.”, you beam as you get up to sit in his lap and fold into his chest.

***

“Dad? May I sit with you?”, Aurora asks, standing behind him till she gets confirmation and sits with her legs crossed beside him on the stairs. “I’m, um, I’m really sorry for sneaking out and going to Amber’s. I swear I didn’t know it would be a party and I didn’t even think about my clothes and—”

“Did you know when you were a baby, Dylan went missing for a few hours?” Eddie inhaled his cigarette as she shook her head. “His biological father just took him from school without telling any of us and scared Y/N half to death. He called me and told me where he was; I didn’t even hesitate to get him and was prepared for a fight that thankfully didn’t happen. I remember that relief though, when I picked him up and held him in my arms… then that anger that I pushed down of wanting to murder this man for not only what he did but hurting your mom.

People hurt her all the time even now… sometimes they still call her a whore or parents will say something about not wanting Steve to teach their kids because of our relationship… I see that every day and I push it down, you know? Your mom says I can’t fight everyone but…”, he sighs as he playfully rolls his eyes and Ro laughs. “What if while you were out one of these people tried to hurt you? We didn’t know you were gone, baby, and then you were at Amber’s without her parents…I was a kid to. I mean what if someone tried to take advantage of you or—”

“Dad! Dad… hang on. That’s so many what if’s…What if none of that happens and I don’t enjoy my life? I know what I did was wrong and I really am sorry for sneaking out. I swear I won’t do that again but I also need you to trust me when it comes to people in my life. Chase is a nice guy and he wouldn’t take advantage or anything like that. Plus, I know if he did you, dad, and Dylan would kill him.”

“Pfft, that’s for damn sure.”, he jokes as he opens his arm to pull her close. “I love you, sweetheart, so much.”

“I love you to, dad.”

After finishing his cigarette, they both come inside causing you and Steve to pull your lips apart.

“You see? You see what happens when you let that heathen behavior run rampant?”

“Shut up, Eddie.”, you tease as your husband and daughter laugh. “Go get some sleep, Ro. We’ll talk later.”

As soon as she disappears up the stairs, the pretty boy places light, feathery kisses on your neck.

“Someone’s in a frisky mood this morning. What?”, he asks when you lightly giggle.

“Frisky…you’re such an old man.”

“Yeah, that’s what happens when you’ve dealt with two teens. I’m going to look like the crypt keeper by the time Ethan is in high school.”

Your laugh grows as he takes you off Steve’s lap and throws you over his shoulder to bring you back to your bed room.

“What about the next one?”

“Next one what?”, he asks after tossing you onto the mattress and climbs up your frame before your hand on his chest gives him pause.

“I thought you wanted to have one more…one more baby…”

“Oh, yeah, of course. Steve wanted like six so I’m down for a little litter.”

Again, you stop him and his eyes flood with worry.

“I just…we agreed that I stop taking my pills…and the doctor said starting yesterday I should be good…but Eddie, if you want to wait or stop—”

His lips on yours cut you off as he smiles against them.

“Sweetheart, I want to… you’ll just be pushing me and Stevie around in wheelchairs with Oxygen tanks…”

“Calm down, Munson.”, Steve chuckles as he tenderly pets his messy bedhead.

“Hey, call it karma for what all these kids have done to my body.”

Both men blink, looking down at you as if you had just said something insane.

“Honey, your body is still just as beautiful as the day we met you.”

“Hm.”

“No, no, no. Don’t sassily HM him.”, Eddie teases. “You are, baby. This sexy nose…” You giggle as he places a light kiss on the tip, trailing them down as he names off parts of your form. “These yummy lips, your gorgeous arms…” When he gently bites the little bit of flab on your bicep you squeak as you push at his chest and he laughs a husky laugh that has you swooning.

Pushing up his old Corroded Coffin shirt you had fallen asleep in, his mouth and nose run along your stomach as Steve occasionally places tender kisses against the side of your face.

“Even this scar on your tummy…”

Both men heavily sigh at the memory as the metalhead places his forehead against your c-section scar. Dylan and Aurora told you the entire story after the boys had finally fallen asleep in your hospital room after Ethan was born.

Something happened during the labor where he needed to be taken out as soon as possible and both men held your hands in that operating room whispering comforts as you worried. The last thing you remember was hearing your son cry before your vision blurred and you passed out.

The doctors said what happened wasn’t entirely uncommon. Your blood pressure dropped but at the time neither man knew or understood what was happening as they were pushed out of the room.

“Wait! What do you mean somethings wrong?! Is our son ok?!”

“Yes, Mr. Harrington, from what we can tell. A nurse has already taken him to be examined. We need to focus on the mother—”

“What wrong with Y/N?!”

“We don’t know, Mr. Munson. Now please—”

“No! That’s our wife! We need to stay with her!”

Aurora said that was the first time she ever saw Steve cry while they were forced to sit in the waiting room for any news. Dylan was able to talk Eddie outside to smoke hoping to calm his nerves as he paced back and forth not wanting to miss any news.

When you woke up hours later, the metalhead was clinging to your hand while the other boy pet Ro’s curls while she and James slept against his sides. The machine attached to you began rapidly beeping as your panicked eyes looked around.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, everything’s ok, baby, breathe.”, Eddie tried to soothe as both men hovered over you.

“E-E-Ethan—”

“He’s fine, honey, he’s alright.”

“Where’s my baby?”

“Y/N, breathe.”, Steve instructed as he placed both palms on either side of your face. “He’s ok. The doctors are still checking him out but they said he’s doing good. You passed out but your doctor said you’d be ok as long as you stay calm.”

You blinked as your hand clutched his wrist and you nodded even as you began to cry.

“Don’t you ever scare us like that again.”, he whispered as he kissed your forehead before moving aside so Eddie could hug you to his chest.

Your hand reached down to tangle his hair and he softly smiled as he turned to kiss the base the of your palm.

“Don’t even get me started on these sexy thighs. You know how much I love them.”, he teases as he lightly slaps your inner leg. “Well don’t be silent, Stevie. Tell her how beautiful she is.”

Tugging on the man’s arm, they exchange a soft kiss before he places himself between your legs and lifts one over his shoulder.

“I’m pretty sure I started this conversation but…”, he chuckles breathily as his forehead falls on yours while he guides his cock inside you. “Fuck I could talk about how gorgeous you are all day, baby.”

“I love you, Steve.”

“I love you to, honey. Jesus, you feel so good.”, your husband moans as he slowly thrusts his hips.

His warm breath fans your face till his bites his bottom lip and you both crane your neck to see Eddie tossing the bottle of lube to the side before lining himself up with his own husband’s entrance.

“I love you, Eddie.”

The pretty boy’s head leans back and his eyes close as the metalhead gradually pushes his length into him, pressing his chest to his back and kissing his shoulder as his chocolate eyes met yours.

“I love you to, sweetheart.”

As both men pump their hips, you struggle to keep your eyes open as you watch them above you. How did you get so lucky to find not one but two perfect men? Men who cared about you and their children with every fiber of their being.

It had almost been 20 years since that fateful day when your six-year-old knocked on their door, thrusting them into your lives and you were thankful for every second.

“Shit, that’s it, Steve.”, the long-haired boy praised as the other man picked up his pace desperate for a release and knowing your morning windows of time were short. “M-Make our girl cum.”

With each slam of his cock deep within your pussy, Steve pushed back even harder against Eddie meeting his hips with a harsh, obscene slap. Dropping your leg to the mattress, he fell against you and sucked on your neck making your eyes roll shut as your mouth fell open.

“Please…please, Steve…I’m gonna—”

A large palm covered your mouth as you mewled loudly, arching your back as you came hard, squeezing his dick like a vice as if begging for his release which he obliged; trembling on top of you as he coated your walls.

Eddie soon followed, muffling his cries in the other man’s shoulder as his arms wrapped around him and he thrust his spend into him.

“When…when you came…”, he panted after a few seconds. “…did you think ‘Girl. We need to have a…girl…’”

You and Steve laughed as they both tumble to the mattress beside you.

“I told Ro that fate wants us outnumbered in this house.”

“Yeah, but I don’t know if I could have that time of the month talk again.”

“Um, excuse me. You didn’t have that talk with her, Steven, I did.”, you jest eliciting a smile from them both.

“My little girl.”, Eddie sighs sullenly.

“She’s not a little girl anymore, baby. I know that’s hard to accept, trust me. With Dylan…he’s always going to be my baby. They all are but…you both have to let her grow up.”

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A soft knock at the door has Aurora start to head for the stairs before you quickly grab her arm and place your finger over your mouth in a shushing motion while you two sit on the top step.

“Hi. Um, you must be, Mr. Harrington. I’m, um, Chase. Is…Ro…Aurora here?”

“Come inside, Mr. Block.”, he commands in that teacher tone you know all to all.

“Yes, sir. Hi, Mr. Munson. I’m—”

“Sit down, son.”, he orders in a deep voice that has you covering your mouth trying to hide your laughter.

“He sounds like Wayne.”, you whisper as you lightly push your daughter’s arm who tries to stifle her own giggles.

“After what happened last week, you’re lucky to be taking her anywhere.”

“Yes, sir, Mr. Harrington. I promise nothing like that will happen again. I didn’t know Amber was throwing a party either but I didn’t want to leave Aurora there alone.”

“What are your plans tonight?”

“We’re going to see a movie and then getting pizza after, sir.”

“Ok, I want her home at 9pm sharp. If my daughter isn’t here by 9:01, I’ll call the cops. Do you hear me?”

“Edward!”, you shout as your daughter gives you a panicked look and you take her hand to lead her down the stairs. “Her curfew is at 10 so please have her back by then, Chase. If you’re late we won’t call the cops but, sweetie, you’re lucky you’re getting this date so don’t push it.”

“Yes, ma’am, I promise. Wow, Ro, you look gorgeous.”

“Ok, guys. I love you!”, Aurora tries to hurry as she collects her things and starts to push her date towards the door.

“You have your phone?”, Eddie asks as they start both start to follow before you grab their wrists keeping them in place.

“Yes, dad!”

“Ok, call us if you need anything—!”

Steve exhales and places his free hand on his hip when the door shutting interrupts him.

“She’s going to be fiiiiiine.”, you sooth as you circle your arms around him. “9pm.”

“What? That’s a reasonable time!”

“Uh huh.”, you joke as you hug Eddie and press your face into his chest.

“She’ll be fine.”, he repeats, reassuring himself before you tilt back to kiss his lips.

“She will. ‘Sit down, son’.”, you mimic, his jaw dropping in faux shock as you cackle. “I’m gonna tell Wayne and validate those ‘when you become a parent one day’ feels he probably scolded you with when you were our daughter’s age.”

“Not if I kill you first.”

He bolts after you as you give chase to the living room where your youngest jumps in front of you and holds up one of Ro’s old light sabers.

“My mama!”

“Hmmm…I see you’ve gone to the dark side, boy…”, Eddie mimes the voice of the villain and grabs Ethan lifting him in his arms to spin him upside down causing him to laugh as he drops his weapon. “Harrington! Help me!”

“You’ll have to go through me!”, James announces as he places himself where Ethan had been and you beam wide as you wrap your arms around his shoulders.

Steve smirks as he finds his own saber and turns it on allowing it to glow.

“You can’t protect the Queen forever, young Munson-Harrington.”, he responds lightly before running forward to playfully attack his son.

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leloudlizbirb · 3 months ago

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Another snipit of a long since unwritten chapter/idea from my fic

Dash held the raised roof tightly as he looked down, legs ready to push off towards a free fall. He closed his eyes and took a few breaths before moving forward.

Just as he was about to let go, a voice called behind him, “You know, most suicide survivors say they regret trying the moment they let go.” This caused Dash to catch himself before he lost grip. The voice was familiar enough for him to turn around and face his unwanted observer.

A set of blue eyes stared back at him as Dash spoke a bit shakily, “W-what?”

“Mind if I join you?” The closer his observer got closer, the quicker Dash realized who he was talking to. He knows it is. He's a few inches taller than he was in there senior year at about 5'9”, a bit more toned, and white hair growing on the back of his head, but it was obvious.

Dash just huffed at Danny and turned away, to which he interpreted as a yes. There was a brief moment of silence between them when Danny swung his legs over, the silence only breaking when Dash sighed, “I injured my back and got cut from the team.”

“Bone or muscle injury?” Danny asked.

Dash glared at Danny, wondering why he cared, but all he was greeted with was caring blue eyes. Dash looked away as he continued, “It doesn’t matter. It’s not too serious at the moment, and it doesn’t bother me too much, but from what the doc was saying. If I continue playing, I-” Dash stopped and tightened the wall around his fingers.

Danny was patient however, moving a bit closer and waiting calmly and quietly for Dash to continue.

After a bit, Dash swallowed and continued, “If I continue playing, it may cause permanent and serious damage.”

“And so you were cut from the team?” Danny asked curiously, “You could have been a coach’s assistant or something.”

“Yes, well,” Dash huffed, “I thought of that too. Apparently, seniority overrules talent here. Who knew.”

Danny huffed and stifled a laugh. Dash huffed too. He didn’t mean to make it funny, but it did seem a bit ridiculous in retrospect. He is only in his second year, and most of his team, -former team-, were just as or more talented than he was.

After another brief moment of silence, this one a bit calmer than the last, Danny asked, “So… what now?”

“I…” Dash looked down the building wall to the concrete below. It seemed a lot further down now than it was when he first arrived on top of the building. “I don’t know. My scholarship is all but over, a-and I can’t play football again.” Dash held back a sob. His voice broke as he said, “You were right the last time we saw each other. I…I did peak in high school, I just didn’t realize it.” Dash closed his eyes, sighed, and turned to look at Danny. He began to apologize, “I’m sorry I bullied you in high school. I never realized how much you were going through, with your parents, with…everything. It must have…I’m sorry.”

Danny’s calm eyes turned to concern, then to regret. This time, he turned away. “We all say and do things we regret.” Dash watched as he rubbed the palm of his left hand and practically glared at it. With a sigh, Danny continued, “I know how you feel, though. Your purpose…going away and not seeing a reason for living.”

“The ghosts stopped attacking,” Dash stated the obvious. “Why…?” Dash looked at Danny in confusion, “why are you telling me this?”

“I don’t know,” Danny said honestly, “Maybe I needed a rant. Maybe it was because you’re sitting on a rooftop about ready to jump over being cut from the team. It’s all to say, you aren't alone, and there is more to you than just football.”

Dash shrugged nervously, “I mean, is life so much better?”

“Probably not,” Danny said with a shrug, “but where's the fun in being dead?”

Dash grumbled and rolled his eyes.

#danny phantom #dc x dp #dc x dp crossover #chapters that never came to be #Honestly I'm not sure if I'll ever use it #The Ghost Warlock #dpxdc

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itsthestutterforme · 10 months ago

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“School Daze” (Husband!Rafe Cameron x black!reader) 1/2

Summary: The school gives your husband, Rafe, a call saying your child has gotten into some trouble.

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, sexual themes (oral sex, car sex, riding), Rafe being a sofie

Y/C/N= your child’s name

“Y/C/N did what?!” you yelled into your phone, stopping in the middle of the grocery aisle.

“She punched that boy named James in the face.” Rafe explained calmly.

Maybe a little too calmly. Almost as if.. he encouraged this.

“And now she’s suspended?”

“Yep,”

“For a week?”

“Yep,”

“And you’re just okay with that? What if this stays on her permanent record, Rafe?”

“It won’t,” he attempts to reassure.

“You’re insufferable,” you sighed, brushing your curls away from your neck as you regained your composure.

And it was starting to work until you heard man’s voice say, “Really, right in the middle of the aisle, lady?”

Your head spun around so quick, you’re surprised it didn’t snap.

“Oh I’m sorry. Are your legs broken? Go down another aisle. I’m not in the mood for your bullshit today.” You snapped.

The man opened his mouth to say something until you narrowed your eyes at him. It was a look you gave Y/C/N often and it worked like a charm every time.

It basically said ‘Try me. I dare you.’ The man quickly closed his mouth and turned down another aisle like you so politely suggested.

“Well that was harsh,” Rafe teases, still over the phone.

The fucker was smiling. You can hear it in his voice.

“No, what’s going to be harsh is the talk I’m goin to have with you when I get home.” you stated, finally walking down the aisle and stood behind the next person in line for self check out.

“Well sorry to burst your bubble sweetheart. But we have a parent conference with the principal at four. The teacher apparently ‘strongly suggested’ to keep Y/C/N in class for the rest of the school day.” He explains.

“And what about James? Is he suspended too?”

“He should be, but no. It’s just Y/C/N getting expelled.”

“I’m not going to let that slide. Y/C/N didn’t hit him just for the fun of it… right?”

“No, that kid has been terrorizing her since the school year started,”

“What?!” You exclaimed, earning starts in your general direction.

“What the hell are you looking at? Mind your business.” You smart, and those heads quickly returned back to looking forward.

“Why didn’t she tell me?”

“Because she didn’t think you would believe her,” Rafe’s words were liked a hot knife in your chest.

You knew he didn’t mean it in a way to hurt you. He was just being honest. That’s one of the things you loved about Rafe. He was going to tell you how it is, whether you’re ready to hear it or not.

You always wondered why Y/C/N was so close to Rafe and not you. Sure, daddy’s little girl was a thing but it didn’t seem right.

You were the strict parent of the pair, so you just thought that she chose to hang out with Rafe more because he was more relaxed than you were.

But learning the truth made your heart hurt. Your daughter didn’t trust that you would believe her.

“Y/N?” Rafe calls over the phone.

“Oh..” you said in defeat.

“The line is moving. I’ll call you when I get to the car.” You added.

“Nah, don’t shut down on me, sweetheart. Talk to me. What’s going on?”

“I don’t want to say over the phone. And I’m sure you’re busy so I’ll let you go.”

“I never too busy for you. Never. I’m on my way, just stay there.”

Looking out of the window, Rafe occasionally sending you glances as one of his hands rested on the steering wheel while he drove.

“Feeling better now?” He questions and you took a sip of your caramel drizzle latte he bought you.

“Much better, baby. Thank you,”

The truck screeches to a stop at the red light and Rafe took the opportunity to take your chin into his hand, his wedding band shining under the sun light.

“You and Y/C/N are my life, okay? But before her, there was you. And I need to know if you’re okay or not because I can’t do this without you.” He confessed, his steel blue eyes weighing with concern.

“You are an amazing Mom and an even better wife. Don’t you ever doubt that. If you want to have a better relationship with Y/C/N, it won’t take as much time as you think. She’s not scared of you. She’s scared of disappointing you.” He adds and the light turns green, but he steals a kiss before driving down the road to your child’s school.

You looked down at the croissant sandwich and box of donut holes Rafe bought you from your favorite coffee shop piled in your lap along with a Ginvenchy bag.

You married the love of your life. He read you like an open book even when your natural instinct was the shut down and pull away.

You peeked down at your watch before looking at Rafe.

“What?” He questions, raising a brow at you.

“Looks like we have thirty minutes until the meeting.”

An amused smile made its way to his lips.

“Baby number two?” You suggested.

“Don’t tempt me with a good time, sweetheart.” He says, making an illegal U-turn to go back home.

“Wait, we might not have time to go home.” You said and Rafe’s eyes darkened. “Our usual spot then?”

“Our usual spot,”

“Rafe, please,” you moaned out, attempting to move away from his eager lips on your puffy folds.

Once he parked at the pier, you leaned your seat back until it connected to the back seat. Rafe came around to yourself and pushed you into the backseat.

Soon after he laid down on his stomach and pulled your panties down your legs to eat you out.

He grips your thighs harshly pulled you back down onto his face.

“Come on, sweetheart. Give me another one.” He says, shoving two fingers into your pussy and curling them while he kitten licks your clit.

He pried your legs open by resting his elbows on your inner thighs so you had nowhere to go.

“Rafe! Oh God,” you choke, your body seizes under his persistence licks. He sends one last lingering suck to your clit before taking his fingers out of you.

He laps your juices from your thighs and releases his grip that was keeping your legs open.

You sink into the seat as you caught your breath and Rafe climbs over you, chuckling at your state.

“You sure you’re ready for me?” Pulling him closer to you, you kissed him warmly before telling him, “Lay in the back seat.”

He climbs over you, careful not to accidentally crush you. When you climbed into his lap, your watch face turned on and it read 3:52 p.m.

You had eight minutes to get to the meeting. You had two options: leave now and definitively make it in time or give Rafe the ride of his life and rush to the meeting.

Rafe watches the gears turn in your head as you contemplated.

“We don’t have to do anything right now, sweetheart-“

“You might want to hold onto the arm rest.”

#black!reader #wife!reader #husband!rafe #rafe cameron x black!reader #rafe cameron #husband!rafe cameron

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fruitjoos · 10 months ago

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not enough

pairings: patrick zweig x fem!reader

summary:

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patrick was touring on the ATP tour, while you were savoring the freedom of your gap year summer vacation. amidst shelves of handcrafted trinkets and colorful scarves in a quaint madrid market, your eyes met his, igniting an instant connection. you wandered through the enchanting streets, your bond deepening with every shared dream and burst of laughter.

in the heart of madrid, under the spell of first love, the world seemed to fade away. by the end of that day, patrick realized he couldn't bear the thought of you being far from him. he asked for your number, a simple request that marked the beginning of everything.

now, a year and a half into your relationship, here you were. back in new york.

he hastily shuffled around, stuffing your clothes into your duffel bag. you shook your head, watching him as you kneeled in the middle of his bed. “you want to go so badly, and leave me here,” he huffs, “fine, i’ll help you pack.”

he paced from room to room, closet to bathroom, bathroom to den, and back to the bedroom, grabbing anything and everything in an attempt to erase you from his apartment. he wanted no trace left behind whatsoever. if you wanted to be gone, that’s what you were going to be.

“patrick, stop!” you called out, your voice laced with desperation, but he either didn’t hear you or didn’t care. “can you stop? let’s just talk about this,” you pleaded, reaching for his bicep, which he quickly snatched away from your grasp.

you had just broken the news to him that you’d been accepted into a school in the UK, offering a full-ride scholarship for journalism, a passion of yours. an opportunity you’d be crazy not to pursue. but patrick wasn’t taking the news well, his hostility apparent from the moment you mentioned moving across the world.

a frustrated sigh escaped your lips as he glared down at you. “why can’t you just think about me for a second?” you asked, rubbing your hands over your face. he let out a chuckle of disbelief.

“think about you?” he echoed, scoffing, a mock smile quickly replaced by a hardened, confused expression. your name dripped from his lips like venom. “all i ever do is think about you. every waking moment.” he pointed a finger at his chest, his voice growing more heated.

“i quit tennis for you. you’re the reason i’m in this situation, dealing with my parents every fucking week, talking about shit i don’t care about, just to keep money in my bank account,” he argued, his voice rising with each word.

“you’re doing that for yourself,” you interjected, but he talked right over you.

“i get shit from my parents about how my life would’ve been shit without them, and they’re glad i finally realized it,” he threw up air quotes, “because i’m working for them now. i have to listen them degrade me every week for hours because of you.” he squinted at you, as if the look of stupidity on your face was blinding him. you quietly tutted, rolling your eyes. “so don’t you ever try to say that i’m not thinking of you. because you’re all i ever think about!”

“i didn’t ask you to do that,” you declared, your voice trembling.

“you didn’t have to, i just did!” he screamed, causing goosebumps to rise on your arms. “because i fucking love you! and i wanted to be with you!” he panted from the intensity, his chest heaving. “and when you love someone, you have to make those sacrifices.” he stepped closer, his anger palpable.

all you could do was sit there, feeling small and helpless. you stared into each other’s eyes for what felt like an eternity, trying to read each other’s minds. the silence was deafening, and despite the thermostat being set to 70 degrees, your body felt like it was on fire in the middle of winter.

“but apparently, you don’t love me that much,” he finally spoke, breaking the silence. his tongue rolled in the side of his cheek, as he blinked rapidly, trying to cover any emotion or sign of weakness.

“oh, come on,” you scoffed, throwing your hands up and letting them fall back to your sides. “i do love you,” you said, scooting closer to the edge of the bed near him. he stepped back almost immediately.

“but not enough,” he said, throwing the half-full duffel bag filled with your things on the empty bed spot next to you before storming out of the apartment, the door slamming shut behind him.

#patrick zweig x reader #challengers #patrick zweig #challengers fanfic #patrick zweig angst

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backtothefanfiction · 1 year ago

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Nicknames

Summary; explaining where you and Felix get your nicknames for each other from.

Warnings: fluff, tragic backstory, neglect, sibling bullying

A/N: the whole point of the Summer at Saltburn shorts is that you can read them in any order and they make sense but this is probably one with the most context as to why reader lives/spends their school holidays at Saltburn.

Summers at Saltburn Masterlist

You can’t remember a single summer you haven’t spent at Saltburn. Even as a kid, before your father ran off to South America (when he came under investigation for embezzling company funds), you had always spent some time at your Godfather’s house; because his kids were the same age as you. You were the youngest of four, a “happy” accident 6 years after your older brother had been born. He was supposed to be the baby of the family, not you and the age difference between you and them (they all had only a year or two between them) made them cruel.

Felix had started to call you Daisy in response to hearing your older brothers and sister refer to you as Oopsy at one of his parents parties.

“Why do you call her Daisy, my darling?” Elspeth had asked her son when she realised he’d started to refer to you exclusively as the small yet resilient dainty flower.

“Because her family call her oopsy, as in oopsy Daisy.” He says through a mouthful of food.

“Oh how horrible. Is that true darling?” She says turning towards you. Elspeth had always treated you as if you were one of her own and the thought of people being so cruel to you made her blood simmer under her collected exterior.

You paused before saying “yes,” unable to look her in the eyes.

“Well,” she said, patting your hand that lay resting on the table between the two of you, “I much prefer Daisy, because you are. You are beautiful and strong and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

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You had taken to calling Felix “Fix” only a few summers back, when he finished secondary school and brought his first school friend home for the summer. It wasn’t until another 3 summers later and Felix brought Oliver home for the summer that he finally asked you why.

You had decided to hide yourself in the field in hope of actually trying to get through one of the books you’d brought with you to read this summer. You actually hated the field. It had a very specific rule, if you were going to lie out in the field, you have to do it naked. It wasn’t the rule itself that made you hate it, but the fact you always seemed to get bit by something hiding in the long grass.

You’d managed to sneak away and remain undetected for all of 30 minutes (which was a new kind of record because searching the whole house for someone could take up to an hour at times) before Felix came stalking across the field towards you.

“Clothes.” You called out from behind your book.

He was silent as he stripped off his polo shirt and shorts before stomping through the long grass towards you. He remained silent as you continued to read but his fidgety fingers and legs told you there was something he wanted to talk about.

“Just say it.” You say, your eyes pausing at the end of a paragraph to make sure you wouldn’t lose your spot, hoping his question would have a quick answer and you could go back to the novel in your hand.

“Why do you call me Fix?” He says.

It’s not a question you were expecting and find yourself dropping your book into your lap to turn and look at him. “I thought it was obvious.” You say, peering over the tops of your sunglasses at him.

“Well apparently it’s not.” He replies.

“It’s because you like to fix people.” You say, lifting your book back up to your eyes, figuring it was answer enough, but alas, Felix protested.

“I don’t like to fix people.” He scoffs and as you look over the top of your book at him, you can see the small scowl forming on his face around his furrowed brow.

“Oh yeah?” You say before you both get distracted by the sound of another pair of feet making their way across the field towards you. You look to see Oliver making his way towards you both and it’s like the god’s have just handed this to you on a plate. “Ahhh look,” you say, seizing the opportunity, “here comes exhibit C.” You say to Felix, before shouting a reminder of “Clothes!” At Oliver.

Felix doesn’t say any more about it that afternoon, but when he corners you that evening before dinner, he has to ask. “Okay, so if Ollie is exhibit C, I’m assuming Michael was exhibit B…” he pauses as he waits for you to give him a small nod of confirmation before he asks, “Who’s exhibit A?”

“Me.” You say, as if it’s obvious. One look at his face tells you that you’ve stunned him into silence. Your face is calm and confident as you make your way into the dining room, leaving him alone in the hallway to ponder his thoughts.

#felix catton imagine #felix catton fluff #felix catton x reader #felix catton #saltburn #saltburn imagine #fluff #summers at saltburn

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 5 months ago

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Can we have Azul being very excited to see his parents again with random dorm members questioning if thats the same Azul that's their dorm leader?

Octavinelle A-kun? Octavinelle A-kun. (Context: Octa A/Kon is my Octavinelle mob student OC asdblasdiabis)

Family means Nobody is Left Behind or Forgotten.

Azul had reserved a slot of time early in the afternoon--before the Mostro Lounge's usual hours of operation--for his parents.

As soon as he swung open the doors, his painstaking efforts were made apparent. Every corner of the eatery had been scrubbed, buffed, dusted, mopped, and vacuumed to perfection. Their best china was out, a vase of freshly cut flowers and romantic candlelight marking the table he had saved. The live band he had hired (no expense spared) welcomed the Ashengrotto family with a soft, jazzy melody.

The music came with a chorus of clapping. Several Octavinelle students stood in lines, giving applause to the VIPs.

Azul ushered his parents inside. "Please, come in, come in! Right this way, esteemed sir and madam," he crooned, gesturing for them to follow him.

They settled into their seats and were immediately provided with menus and tall glasses of water, the ice so clear and free of impurities that one could see right through them. Octa A--Kon--their server, hastily pulled his hand back after delivering the items and bowed. How smoothly everything ran, like an orchestra with a skilled conductor.

"So this is what you've been up to at school," Mr. Ashengrotto murmured, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "I must say, it's impressive. Not every 17-year old would be capable of overseeing an entire cafe on top of studying and juggling the responsibilities of a dorm leader--well, perhaps your mother would."

"You really do take after me," Mrs. Ashengrotto laughed, "in more ways than I suspected you did."

"Fufufu. Yes, well... I did learn from the best." Azul straightened, lifting his chin proudly. "As it so happens, I also run a little... side business, shall we say. My peers come to me with their owes, and I do what I can to help alleviate those."

"If only your grandmother could have joined us... I'm sure she would be pleased to hear of your charity work. Perhaps we could pay her a visit on your next trip home."

His stepfather raised his brows. "Seems I've married into a multitalented family."

"Please do not talk down your own abilities. You're quite skilled in your own right, dear stepfather!" Azul wrung his hands together. "Why, I can only hope to match your legal prowess one day!"

“Haha, you’re a sweet talker too. Alright, I’ll take your professional advice. No more talk of business though—let’s decide what to eat.”

“Fufufu, as you wish.”

Kon warily kept his distance, a step or two farther from the table than he usually would. Staring, listening--it was strange, he decided. Never had he heard his dorm leader speaking with such sincerity, with kindness that wasn't laced with hidden ill intent.

Is this... Azul-senpai? He seems a little different around his family. Softer... squisher somehow.

"Pick anything you like off the menu. I'm confident that you will enjoy our dishes, made fresh every day with the best sourced, in-season ingredients possible.” Azul pushed up his glasses with one hand. “If you care for a recommendation, the fried chicken is sublime. It took us a while experimenting with spices to achieve its flavor and texture, but I believe those efforts paid off wonderfully."

“Fried chicken, your old favorite! You hardly touch it anymore.”

“M-Mama…! Er, I mean mother,” Azul quickly corrected himself. “That was back then! Now I am making a conscious effort to mind my health. I ask that you respect that."

“Alright, alright. Point taken.” Mrs. Ashengrotto tapped a finger on her menu. “I’ll take the fried chicken platter appetizer, for old time’s sake. We can split it so you can treat yourself too, dear."

"Oh no, I couldn't possibly..."

"One bite can't hurt," his stepfather urged. "Here, let's get a salad as well to balance it out."

"Th-That is not how nutritional intake works at all..." Azul sighed, a hand to his head. There was a pause, then he flagged Kon over. "... You heard them, correct? One fried chicken platter and the garden salad appetizers to start."

"We'll get those out for you right away," he said robotically. A line, rehearsed. "Take however long you need to decide your mains."

The mob student turned to scurry away and pass along the order to the kitchen. A voice stopped him dead in his tracks.

“And Kon-san?”

He looked back.

His dorm leader had his legs crossed, looking very authoritative as he sat up straight in his booth. He, the lackey, trembling before the boss.

“Y-Yes, sir?” Kon squeaked.

Azul simply smiled. "Thank you for your service."

The breath he had been unconsciously holding slipped out as a sigh. And he tried to smile back.

"Anytime, dorm leader.”

#twst #twisted wonderland #Azul Ashengrotto #twst interactions #twisted wonderland interactions #disney twisted wonderland #twst scenarios #twst imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland imagines #NRC Family Day #Octavinelle A-kun #twst disney

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blond3ang3l · 1 year ago

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Toji is your daughter’s dad. You two had separated a while ago due to conflicting schedules in your work and you feeling that he wasn’t listening to you enough. Both of you were on very good terms even talking without the conversation being about your child. Imagine your surprise when you both get called to your child’s school saying you need to come to the principals office asap.

Reader is a tattoo artist!

You were surprised when your assistant said you had a call in the middle of your tattoo. You brought the phone up to your ear as you continued to work on your client. “can I help you?”

Toji’s voice crackled over the phone* “Oh um, hey..” It was clearly hard for him to find it in him to talk to you, and he sounded like he was forcing himself to talk to you. His tone sounded a bit annoyed like he was forcing himself to talk to you.

“Jiji? What’s up, I’m at the shop right now? Did you need something?”

There was a long pause. It was clear he wanted to say something but didn’t quite know how to broach the subject. Finally, he forced the words out of his mouth “There’s something going on with our kid, and I wanted to tell you.”

You stopped my tattoo and your face hardened: “what’s wrong with Lyla? Is she okay? Do I need to leave?”

Toji tried to soften his tone with a laugh, though it didn’t seem to take well. He knew you were probably more than a little upset that something was wrong with Lys, your one and only child. He did his best to be calm and reassuring like he had always been on the phone with you. “No, no no... Lylas fine... But... There’s something going on at school with her that we need to address.”

“Dios Mio, yeah fuck okay im on my way.”

Toji chuckled lightly at your reply knowing it was probably something you had said over and over again, even at home with Lys. He liked this about you, your consistency with certain phrases, it was oddly charming. “Okay, I’ll see you soon.” He quickly replies back to you, his tone sounding a bit sheepish when it came to your quick reply.

You hung up and headed out to my car. Within 15 minutes you arrived at the school. You took off your ink covered hoodie leaving you in just a black tee and black jeans. You grabbed your phone and wallet and made your way inside the school.

Inside the principals office was toji sat with his legs crossed staring out the window watching the world go by. When you walked in he looked up and met your gaze. His face quickly softened when he met your eyes. Your beauty always made him weak. You had been the most gorgeous person to exist in his eyes and your looks only seemed to grow exponentially.

“What’s going on?” You asked while walking over Ony was sitting with you guys daughter Lyla in front of the principal. You came behind Lyla and kissed her forehead. “you okay baby?”

Toji eyes widened slightly seeing the ease of your interactions with Lyla. This was something he noticed about you when she was younger, your ease with showing your affection to her was something he had never been able to do so naturally. Your love for her had always been apparent in the way she responded to you and the way you responded back. The principal spoke up interrupting your interaction. “I need you both to sit down.

You nodded and sat in the seat next to Toji. “right so what happened exactly?”

Before the principal could respond Toji interrupted. he was angry and he wanted to say something. It seemed like he was trying to defend Lyla. He was always protective of her, especially with the two of you having divorced and her being left with only one parent for the majority of her life. “Whatever it is that may be going on our daughter is not and will not be at fault and I will not tolerate any attempt to frame her as such. So either tell me right now what exactly is the issue or we’ll be leaving.”

“Toji relax, we Atleast need to know what happened. Please, continue.”

Toji glanced at the principal before looking back at you. He saw the concern in your eyes and knew that he had to let the principal speak. The principal cleared the throat. “Your child has allegedly been seen kissing a male student in the restrooms. It was claimed to have been a few times.”

“Kissing a boy?” You turned your head to face your daughter. “ly is this true?”

Lys looked up from her lap and gave you a nod, a look of embarrassment and shame plastered on her face as if you were the last person she thought she would be admitting this to.

You sighed and turned back around. “Well is there a punishment or anything or can we just take her home?”

The principals face softened when she spoke. She clearly was trying to put Lyla at ease by being the gentlelest she could be with the situation. “Unfortunately, it is against school policy to partake in any acts of... Intimacy or affection here so your daughter will have to have a weeks suspension for her actions.”

“Right, we’ll have a talk with her. I apologize for this mess.”

The principal shrugged slightly while a small, sympathetic smile crossed her face. She gave you both a nod and a brief goodbye before excusing herself to her office. Once she walked out of the room and toji turned to you once more. You could see his anger still slightly lingering beneath the surface, though your gaze seemed to have calmed him down somewhat.

You led Lyla out with toji behind you. Once y’all left you couldn’t help but chuckle, wrapping your arm around Lyla’s shoulder* “so kissing a boy huh?”

Lys felt her heartbeat quicken. She could feel herself slightly overheating as she blushed hard. She looked around you at the ground hoping to avoid your gaze for as long as she could. She was so embarrassed to admit the truth to you.* “Y.. Yeah...” Her voice was barely above a whisper and she was afraid to raise it a decibel for fear you might punish her for what she had done.

“You and this boy dating?”

Lys was so embarrassed by you calling out the truth that her face had only gotten redder. She could feel her heartbeat pounding heavily in her chest, but she couldn’t look away from you to avoid the question. “Y-yeah... His name is Max...” She answered while still gazing at the floor.

“Lyla you have a boyfriend now, you should have told us this is great news! isn’t this great ony, our little girls growing up.” i chuckled as we exited the school.

Lys couldn’t help but feel her lips curl into a wide smile. She was so glad that you had reacted so positively to her revelation, it had been weighing heavily on her mind for a while now how her dating might be taken by you and toji. Though, she was surprised by Tojis lack of participation in the celebration. She had expected him to at least chime in some words of encouragement for her, however, he had remained completely silent through your comment.

“Don’t worry about him I’ll talk to him later.” You whispered to her. “so tell us about this max boy.” You said happily as y’all made you guys way through the parking lot and into your car.

Lys’s expression immediately warmed, she was so thankful that you were willing to let tojis demeanor slide for the good news of her dating. She looked up at you with the excitement of a child and answered the question with glee. “Oh! He’s so handsome, he’s also really sweet and kind. And... He just made me feel really safe and happy.” Lys began blushing again, it was obvious she quite liked him a lot.

“Aww how sweet. How long have you two been secretly dating? I do wish you would have told us though, this is huge news, your first boyfriend. Atleast im hoping.”

*Lys gave you a quick smile when you brought up the subject of it seeming like you were hoping he’d be her first. She laughed and nodded her head to confirm your thought* “Yeah, he’s my first boyfriend... We’ve been secretly dating for about 5 months. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t know how you’d react or if I should have even been dating while in high school.”

“You’re sixteen it’s about time you started dating.” I pulled up to the house and parked the car. “Lyla go ahead in the house im gonna talk to your dad real quick.”

Lys nodded and ran into the house, shutting the door behind her. Once she was gone you and Toji shared a brief moment of silence before toji finally decided to speak to you once more. You could see anger still lingering on his face even though his tone remained calm “I cannot believe you didn’t yell at her for doing this.”

“It was just kissing. It’s not anything serious in my opinion.”

*That comment only served to annoy Toji further. He saw you completely brushing aside the kissing situation as if it were nothing, something he couldn’t understand. He was trying to be calm, really he was, but he found it incredibly hard to do so with the way you felt on the situation* “How can you not care that she was doing this under our noses?”

“She’s sixteen and she was kissing her boyfriend, kissing is just something small. Yes I get she shouldn’t have done it in school and I am upset she hid it but ony you’re not the easiest person to come to with those types of things. I’m just glad she wasnt doing something extreme.

Toji hated hearing what you had to say. It made him feel like he wasn’t a good father and hurt his pride. Your words got a rise out of him, and he was starting to get more and more upset the longer you spoke. “But to keep something like that a secret from the both of us? She’s been sneaking around behind our backs for weeks.”

“Which I can understand you’re upset about. We just need to set boundaries with her about this and her little relationship she has now.”

Toji paused, the words you spoke made him think for a while. He hated that you were right for the most part. You were right, her kissing Max was nowhere near as bad as she could’ve been doing, and setting a clear boundary was a great first step to handling the situation. However, there was still one issue that bugged him in all of this. “Do you not feel a bit betrayed that she would keep something like this from us? I feel as though the both of us aren’t as close to her as I thought.”

“She’s young Jiji and if I remember correctly she’s doing the exact same thing me and you did when we were together at first. All kids hide stuff, don’t take it personally.”

Your words caught him off guard. The fact that she was doing the exact same thing that you both had done when you were younger was something he hadn't considered. She was a teenager and of course teenagers were going to be a bit secretive with their parents. Your words helped him calm down and not take it so personally. He looked back to you with a more relaxed expression. “I guess you’re right. I just... I don’t know..."

You rubbed his arm to soothe him. “she’s gonna keep secrets from us but she still does come to us most of the time. She’s just figuring things out as she grows up. That doesn’t mean she won’t need you Jiji. You’re getting in your head.” Even if you weren’t together anymore you still helped toji whenever he struggled mentally. He had a bad past but he was good to you and your daughter. And you was always going to be good to him.

Tojis eyes softened when you rubbed his arm. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, letting out a sigh of relief. You had always been there to support him, even after all this time. He could always appreciate how much you were there for him even after the divorce. The words you spoke to him made him feel better about himself as if he wasn’t as bad a father as he thought he was. He opened his eyes and stared into those pretty brown eyes of yours once more. “Thank you...”

You smiled softly as my gaze met his. “always.”

Maybe he would be able to come around..

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Session 0 - Damian Priest x Tattoo Artist

Part 1 of 6

Rating: T

Beta Reader: @jstarr86

“Trust me Dam, she’s the best at what she does. It doesn’t hurt that I’d trust her with my life. You’ve been going on about finally getting that back piece, there’s no one better.” Rhea practically herded him towards what looked like an absolute hole in the wall, his nerves judged it based on first appearance.

“Most of my art was done by her, I’ve been meaning to introduce Dom as well. You got first dibs of course.” She paused at the door giving him a single raised brow, “You do trust me, don’t you Damian?”

Cornered he let out a sigh, it doesn’t hurt to at least take a look to appease her.

“Fine, after you.”

A bell above the door could just barely be heard over the heavy rock that beat like a pulse within the confines of the lobby. Framed detailed tattoo sketches hung upon the walls, behind the front desk were a collection of awards and licenses to prove this place was legit. Folders full of premade basic bitch designs sat on the coffee table by comfortable leather chairs, Rhea pressed a button at the front. No sound could be heard but in a span of seconds a young woman came out from the back.

“How can I- Oh! Shit! Rhea! Hey girl! Why didn’t you give me a heads up that you were coming?” Priest looked up from one of the framed pieces he was admiring. Apparently the new arrival hadn’t noticed him from the angle he was standing, not something he was used to given his size. He took a moment to admire the person before him…

Purple faux hawk with an under-fade, full tattoo sleeves on both arms, legs, and back, several piercings both visible and one not, brilliant blue eyes with some intense metallic goth eye makeup and a stunning smile. A pair of fake leather leggings with lace ups on the outside of the legs, a fishnet crop top under a Beetlejuice tank top, tying it all together was a basic durable black dog collar and a pair of Demonia knee length boots.Unlike the blonde Barbie she was finishing up, Rhea’s friend wasn’t stick skinny. She was probably a good size 9 or 10, there was some plump flesh but it appeared to have some sturdy muscle underneath. A full pair of breasts accentuated beautifully with the fishnet, and hips perfect to dig fingers into.

“I brought a friend that I thought you might like meeting, he’s been talking about wanting a new big tat for awhile now. So I told him there's only one person I’d trust with that.” After a moment the girl turned to look at him, there was immediate recognition as well as shock across her features. It was brief and fleeting before putting up a friendly facade.

It took Rhea slapping on the bicep to smack Damian back present, realizing he’d been staring at the artist long after the gal she’d been working on had left happily. Meaning he had given her an intense resting bitch for a good minute now. Incredibly embarrassed Priest offered a hand which she accepted with an impressive firm hand shake.

“You can call me Minnie, only people I like get to use that.” Rhea playful shoulder checked her with a warm smile,

“It’s short for Minerva, her parents were from Athens originally”

“So your namesake is a Goddess of War, seems fitting.” Bright sky blue eyes flicked up from the sketchbook she’d grabbed to start jotting ideas from him. And without pause blossomed like a Sunflower, taking note of the dimple on her right cheek.

“Best make sure you never get on my bad side, Rhea has some great stories of me chasing off her exes prior to Wrestling. I’m only five years older than her, not to mention like 5 inches shorter even without those elevator shoes she stomps around in.”

“Wouldn’t have guessed that at all. Both of you still don’t have me beat.”

“Well you clearly discovered immortality in high school, because you haven't aged a bit.”

Rhea perched herself on the spare stool in the room, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes as she watched the two getting comfortable with their back and forth.

“What she neglected to mention is the three times she chased them off with a metal bat wrapped in barbed wire and nails welded to it.”

“Jokes on you, I still sleep with that bat beside my bed. Safety first and all that fun stuff. Safer than a machete, I’d rather not accidentally stab myself in my sleep.”

“That’s why we’re best friends.” The Aussie grins before giving Minnie a cheeky wink.

“Why do I feel like I got led into a trap?” She wrinkled her nose at Damian before opening the sketchbook before her.

“You have nothing to worry about Butterscotch, I take my art very seriously. Now let’s start discussing what you’re looking to get and where. I’ll let you know now, that while I’m sure you’re likely VERY blessed… I don’t do anything where I gotta see dick or vag.”

Priest momentarily choked on his saliva while Rhea guffawed in glee. A quick side eye glare at her smothered the sound to a quiet chuckle. Something about her felt like she was messing with the poor Puerto Rican man, akin to a cat staring directly at their owner while pushing a glass of water off the counter playfully.

“You’ve already got plenty of gorgeous pieces on that flawless flesh. What are you thinking of doing?”

No hesitation he pulled his t-shirt up and over while turning to show the empty expanse of his back. Her breath caught audibly, eyes briefly went wide glancing at Ripley wildly. The female wrestler grinned like the Cheshire Cat, watching each interaction with fascination. Plans coming to fruition.

The tattooer bit down hard on the inside of her cheek to focus on what he was actually saying. Once locked in, Minnie began to sketch up fluidly upon paper, at one point he was leaning over her shoulder admiring the work of a talented creative. Bringing his vision to life on the crisp white paper, each description rumbled like incoming thunder located in the man’s voice box. Thank god for hyperfocus cuz lord only knows this was gonna be a genuine challenge for her self-control. All she wanted to do was trace those tattoos on him with her tongue. She had to shake her head to focus back in again, hands working on autopilot, taking in his words with each glide of charcoal across parchment.

When he finished describing it she looked back up at him with a friendly smile,

“How big are you thinking of making it? So I know what to prepare for, as well as how many sessions to schedule in advance.” He tilted his head in thought momentarily before answering,

“Ideally I’d like it to cover a majority of my back.” She nodded in agreement,

“Alright, I’ve got the sketch started. I'll email you three different versions and you let me know what you like and what you don’t. And if there's aspects you like in one and want to add it to another one, just let me know. This is your tattoo on your skin, I want you to love it decades from now. How’s that sound?” Damian was genuinely impressed with her professionalism, even as he controls the strong desire to flirt with her. This was a time to behave, she was Rhea’s best friend, and thus not someone to attempt to make any moves towards.

“That sounds great to me, thanks.” Her smile was so sweet it could have made him diabetic just looking at it.

“Great. Oh and Rhea, let me know when you want to come in and do those matching ghost tattoos with Dom.”

“No rush, he’s busy planning his wedding right now so it’s gonna be a bit.”

“Sounds good to me. Now unfortunately I do have another client coming in twenty minutes so I gotta start prepping.” She pulled a business card from her bra, handing it over to Damian,

“My email and personal number is on there in case you think of something you want to add to the tat.Sound good?” Minnie gave a bashful little smile, and it made something deep in his chest want to say something incredibly forward. Rhea snagged him by the elbow, grinning like a cat that caught the canary.

A nod of thanks was all he got out before being ushered back out, quicker than able to verbalize his appreciation. Ripley called back loudly,

“Thanks love! I’ll make sure he remembers to check his email regularly.” As if he didn’t already do that for work contacts to begin with. Once back in the car Priest gave his companion a look of utter suspicion, he could tell that she had ulterior motives. Nothing vicious or cruel, but she’d tried to set him up on a couple dates in the past, none that worked out. He’s focused on work, most women didn’t appreciate not being number one in his life. It’s been a string of disappointments, to where he bluntly asked Rhea to stop playing cupid.

“This better not be an attempt at matchmaking again-” She cut him off with a sigh,

“I’ve long accepted that the ball is in your court from now on. I really truly just wanted you to go to an artist I’d trust my life with. She’s a good one, professional, talented, she spent twenty years as an apprentice before taking on her own clients. To top it off, she’s loyal, fun, and could use more genuine friends other than me. Can you blame me for that?” Her tone of voice was honest, after how much time they’d spent together, he could easily tell when she was bullshitting. Damian nodded to her as a show of acceptance to what she was saying. Her attention locked on the drive back to her place, Buddy was gonna get some sparring practice in with the other man.

His gaze trailed a spot in the distance, trying to keep that woman out of his thoughts… failing miserably. She had such a lovely face, and all the art on display was impressive to be sure. The name Minerva fit her perfectly, especially with how protective she was of the Australian wrestler. It was endearing how she was barely 5’3 and was ready to take on the world to keep her 5’7 well-muscled friend safe. He hadn’t noticed the small smile that spread across his features, but Ripley sure took note of it. Keeping her features stoic while internally she was so pleased with herself.

She pulled into the driveway where her man was waiting, he waved as they got out of the car. Buddy smiled at them,

“I’m guessing it went well? Minnie is great at what she does. Rhea doesn’t like to share her with people, so it’s a hell of a compliment she brought you.” She gave him a quick kiss before heading into the house calling back,

“Play nice boys don’t forget the Terror Twins have some matches coming up.”

Damian shook his head w a huff before following the ginger towards their personal gym. Somehow he still had a sneaking suspicion that Rhea was playing a long game now instead of all the quick fruitless dates in the past… The image of Minerva slid by again, and for once… he might be okay with that.

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