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hecateslore · 2 days
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If you don't celebrate easter you can just ignore this, cause I know not everyone's religious (I grew up in a predominately catholic home 😃) and I'm not religious anymore soooooo ye.
"Oh my good Look at this!" You screech from excitement, The very dusty bunny costume in hand. Your mom sat next to you, baby photos in hand.
"We should put it on NovaLynn," She suggests, Your babygirl sat in her grandmothers lap playing with the small toys that used to be yours. "Simon!" You yell from downstairs, He comes prancing down the steps shortly, "Look," you smile holding up the easter bunny costume. "What's that?" He says walking over to you three. "It's my bunny costume," You hold it out to him, "It's kind of small no?" You roll your eyes at his corny joke.
"Take a look at this," Your mom hands him the photo of you as baby, wearing the exact same bunny costume, "Doesn't she look just like NovaLynn?" Your Mom, "Dead on." He looks at the photo intently.
"So what's this for?" Simon hands her the photo, taking the costume instead. "For Easter!" Your mother says, You grab Nova from her.
"You don't celebrate Easter?" Your moms brow raises exactly like yours does. "Mom," You warn her, "Uh, no." Simon chuckles awkwardly, "My family, didn't like the holidays." He nods.
"Oh I'm so sorry," She apologizes, "It's fine." he waves her off, taking Nova from your lap, "That's why we have these guys, right?" He places a kiss on her chubby cheek.
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You stood with your camera in hand, trying to get your toddler to smile at the camera, "Look at me, Nova," you coo, holding the camera up to your face. Simon stood right next to you, doing funny faces, everything in his power to make her smile for the photo.
When you finally got a decent photo, you sat on the floor looking through all of the ones you were gonna print out on your computer. The two bins filled with your baby things tucked away in the corner of your living area.
Simon got up from where you both were sitting, "Can I have a look?" He says, pointing at the two boxes. "Mhm." you hum.
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"I would've had a total crush on you in school." He looks over you high-school photo album. "No you wouldn't," You snort, looking through your baby photos again. "Yeah I would." He flips through the pages.
"What's this?" He holds up your old Lisa Frank notebook, that had "Sketchbook" written over pink zebra print tape. "My old drawings," you gush, Simon opens the book immediately hit with the smell of Crayola's. "That's lovely." He chuckles at the drawings of mermaids.
"How cute," You hold up your Communion dress and veil, "Tiny wedding dress?" He smiles, confused but in awe of you. "No it's my communion dress." You gush.
"Oh god, I remember being so scared this day." You chuckle, searching for the photos.
Simon watching you, "This is cool." He announces, "To have stuff like this." You stop searching, and turn to look at him, "Are you okay?" Concern on your face, "Just sometimes wished I had something like this." He brushes it off, "But I'm alright," he rubs your back in assurance. "You can start now," You say, "You can give Nova something to look back at when she grows up."
"yeah," He says quietly, "we can print out photos and make photo albums." You rattle on, "Mhm." His eyes on the veil adorned with white beaded flowers. You follow his eyes and then look to the communion dress again, "I'm so glad she doesn't have to do that." You admit, "Why?" Simon places the veil on your head, and you let him "I remember feeling so much pressure at such a young age, and feeling like you couldn't do anything because someone was always watching." You admit while he adjusts it, "I always felt like being a normal teenage girl was wrong, and oh my god when I found I was pregnant with Nova and Not married, I could've sworn I felt the ground opening." You chuckle.
"You and Johnny," Simon chuckled, "I think it's catholic guilt." You snort. "I didn't go to church." Simon says, "I always wanted to though, just to see, And the first time I did was with Johnny." He says.
"Did you like it?" You ask, "It was okay, but I don't think I would do it every Sunday. " He chuckles, "Oh my." You chuckle and roll your eyes. "It's not for everyone. I just did it out of habit, and also so I didn't go to hell, but here we are." You shrug and Simon lets out a small laugh, it quiets down over time, "I prayed when Nova was born." Simon admits,
"I was scared, and I didn't know what to do but I remembered the prayer you said in the shower when you pregnant; Sometimes, when I'm away I say it."
He grabs the small patent leather shoes paying attention to the embroidered design, "Sometimes I think, maybe I've lived this long because of The baby and You, and God knows the lengths I would go if something ever happened to You or her.." He pauses, "So he backs off, and lets me have what I love." Simon looks over at the toddler quietly snoring in the playpen.
"I don't think God is cruel enough to make you suffer anymore loss," You say, rubbing the nape of his neck. "He mad a man choose a Him over his child, I think he's capable." He snorts. "Oh so you listen to my mom when she goes on her rants. " You chuckle. "They're a little over the top but, I still listen." He shrugs.
You shake your head, "She's something." You sigh, "You're a wonderful Dad, Simon." You look in his brown eyes, "She loves you, and So do I." Simon places a kiss on the crown of your head, and gets back to fishing through the box full of baby photos.
what if I told you this was the week before Johnny died... 😆
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thugpugs4lrh · 23 hours
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OMG CAN U WRITE DAD CHRIS WITH TWIN BOY AND GIRL AROUND THE AGE OF LIKE 6-7? THEY WOULD HAVE HIS EXACT SAME PERSONALITYYYY. the girls name would be dream bc that’s such a chris thing to do is to name his daughter dream and one time he said he likes the name grayson for a boy on a stream so please i beg u write a scenario of ur own with the details i gave u and this will be my comfort fic
Gotcha
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Summary: In which you and your twins receive some valuable information from Uncle Nick and use it to play a prank on Chris
Pairing: Dad!Chris x mom!reader
Warnings: Tiny bit suggestive towards the end
Word Count: 793
A/N: Thank you for the request! This was literally so cute and silly to write :') Enjoy!
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“Mommy?” Your six-year-old son, Grayson, asked you, looking up from his dinosaur coloring book. 
“Yeah, baby?” You hummed, looking up from the stove to the kitchen table where he was sitting. 
“Did you know that Daddy screams like a girl?” he asked you with a little giggle. 
“Oh really?” You asked with a chuckle, well aware of these screams your son was describing. 
“Mhm!” Grayson’s twin, Dream, piped in. “Uncle Nick told us that.” she added, eyes still trained on her Hello Kitty coloring book.
Your children had spent the day with Nick since Chris had quite a bit of work to do for FreshLove and you had been helping out a friend who had recently had a baby. Knowing Nick, they’d been told god knows what, but this was one you couldn’t help but to find hilarious. A little known fact about Chris was that when he was startled, he would let out a yelp akin to that of a little girl who’d just received a puppy for Christmas. He had tried to hide it from you for as long as possible, knowing you would use it to your advantage and you definitely did.
“Do you guys wanna play a prank on Daddy?” You smirked, your eyes alighting with excitement. 
“YES!” the twins cheered in unison. 
Ever since you and Chris had started dating a little over nine years ago, you had always been a playful couple, constantly playing pranks on each other and telling dumb jokes. You hadn’t lost that nature after marriage or children, and the playful spirit of both of you had been passed to your twins. You quickly called your kids over to where you were standing, crouching down to their level and whispering in their ears. 
Grayson and Dream looked at each other and giggled after you told them the plan. The three of you had decided that you would scare Chris by having the twins hide in the pantry and you would ask Chris to retrieve the pasta. When he opened the doors, they would jump out at him. You giggled softly as you helped your children into the pantry and closed the door softly, whispering from them to be quiet or else the prank wouldn’t work. 
“Chris, honey?” You called throughout the house, as you stepped back towards the stove, stirring your pot. “Can you come here? I need your help.”
It wasn’t long until you heard Chris thudding down the stairs from his office. You were honestly surprised how quiet the twins were staying as Chris entered the kitchen, but then again, they took after you and their daddy. When they were committed to a joke, they were committed. 
“What’s up, ma?” Chris asked you, kissing your cheek as he hugged you from behind. “I missed you today.”
“I missed you,” You whispered back, kissing his cheek as you tried not to let your own excitement show. “Hey, I called you down here to ask if you could get the noodles for the soup? I don’t wanna leave the pot.”
“Anything for you.” Chris kissed your lips softly, caressing your sides. 
As he migrated over to the pantry, you pulled out your phone and began to record your husband. You wanted this moment immortalized forever, mostly for a fond, funny moment your children could look back on later in life. Chris pulled open the pantry, and just to plan, Grayson and Dream jumped out, wrapping themselves around his legs and yelling “RAHHH”.
Just as Nick had told them, Chris let out a squeal. “HOLY F…fishsticks,” he yelled, not wanting to curse in front of the twins despite his scare. You and your children doubled over laughing at Chris’s surprise as he slung them over his shoulders. “Did you help them with this, ma?” he asked you, now laughing as well. 
“Maybe…” You sing-songed, finally stopping the recording and putting your phone down.
“Uncle Nick told us you scream like a girl and he was right!” Dream giggled, her blue eyes that perfectly matched her daddy’s shining.
“I’m gonna kill him.” Chris mumbled under his breath, setting the twins in their chairs for dinner. 
“You do scream like a girl, Daddy.” Grayson said matter-of-factly, taking a sip of his juice. 
“I do not!” Chris protested, looking to you for help, only to see you chuckling as well. “Help me out here, babe.”
“You really do, Chris. You really, really do.” You giggled, covering your mouth. 
“I’m gonna get you for this later, ma.” Chris whispered in your ear, discreetly pinching your ass as you served up dinner. 
And sure enough, once the twins had been put to bed, Chris made good on his promise of getting you back for the prank. 
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kugisaaki · 1 month
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im glad to see that my parents don’t adhere to the stigma surrounding mental health and were the ones that told me that its okay to get help on their own BUT i dont think they know that it doesn’t go away just like that…
#esp w my ocd. they told me it’s perfectly fine w them if i wanted to see a doctor but then ive been going for months and they’re like but#why u still have ocd 🤔 and i know that this whole thing is new to them and im their only child and im glad we’re breaking that cycle but#it kinda makes me </3 bc im trying to be better too and it feels like i have to rush the getting better process bc every time i tell them i#have an appointment they’re like but youre still not completely better…???? is the doctor even useful???#and every time i tell them that i myself feel like im getting better it feels like im gaslighting myself because am i really??? are the meds#really effective ??? like i can see tangible evidence of them being effective but at the same time bc of the constant idea they have that i#should be better already because it’s been months is starting to affect me too. but when i tell them that i think im getting better they’re#like okay well if u say so. it feels like they don’t agree but they’re saying so for my sake and i leave the matter at that and then the#cycle repeats over and over again and it kind of feels </3 because i feel like there’s something wrong w me that im not already 100% better#but i do appreciate them for taking the initiative in helping me so like i feel like i can’t complain about this……….#and when my mom shows literally symptoms of it while my dad passed on the anxiety genes to me… it’s like they both have it but became so#accustomed to it (touch wood n thank god it’s mild enough to easily handle for them) their whole lives that they think my ones is the exact#same…&:$837;)3&2#mehak.exe
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lilgynt · 2 years
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i feel like no one but my mom and i get our relationship bc like yeah she’s a horrible person and has done extremely horrible things to me and i tend to lash out like a fucking animal bc of that and my own brand of being wrong but also i do throughly enjoy the conversations i have with her i do think we both have a genuinely good time together when we hang out and i do value her opinions and approval on several subjects and she’s stated that no one has ever taken care of her the way i take care of her and it’s just a very unique dynamic we got going on
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robitherat · 1 year
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beating my head against the wall rn
#whyyyyy oh whyyyyyyyy can my mother not just be noooormaaaaaaaaalllll#why does everything end in tears with her ohh my god#not even mad or anything rn just. tired. and vaguely frustrated#like idk what the fuck she was even trying to do !!!!#shes tryinng to get my senior pics loaded from the cam onto the computer (which my dad set up so obviously he did it all with his acc.)#and like shes just. going to fuck knows where. not even in the fucking file explorer and when she WAS in the FE she just. stared. at the#att the folders. and i was like can i try. and she straight up said no all pissily#like fuck jesus okay have fun wiht that then#and then fucking. douglas comes down to try and show us this video of a newscaster saying my Football Nephew's name for a brief secong#which justsohappened to be the exact second that the computer got a VERY LOUD notif that my mom glanced at and then missed#the news thing entirely#and when she was like 'what am i listening for' douglas just fucking bumbles out of the goddamn basement livingroom and back up the stairs#like saying things over his shoulder as my mom is trying to explain and just fucking#ignoring. everything. while mom continues to do fuck all on the computer#until she gets so pissy about everything shes near tears and stomps upstairs to ask my dad for his fucking microsoft password#i bailed at that point. like this has just been the most fun way to spend my evening. but i literally just came down here to show you#a funny post. one post#and then all this#ugh. fucking. anyways#robi rambles#vent#parent mention
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evilminji · 6 months
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Oh... my god? Ghost Reporters.
Imagine it. Their office is in the Zone. They literally FEED of hunting for The Next Big Scoop! And Revealing The Truth! Every honest reporter that got silenced for getting a little too close to the facts. The bloody, beating, heart of societies underbelly.
Every Lois Lane that had no Kryptonian to stop some rich and powerful jackals putting them in the ground.
Well Death sure didn't stop THEM! They STILL want answers! But now they have co-wokers. Oh~ and SUPERPOWERS! And best part?
The newly appointed KING is going too and from the living world. That must mean it's okay now, RIGHT? Your majesty? You're not a RAGING HYPOCRITE, aaaaare you? :) 🎤
And... look. Danny knows full well what these piranhas are up too. He's not stupid. But Madeline Fenton raised a lot of things. Fool? Not one of um. That a LOT of reporters with sharp, sharp teeth and bloodlust in their eyes. He wants to half-live.
He compromises. Illusion of control and all that. Yeah, yeah, they all tooootally respect his authority etc. Give them Them Scoop! He, wisely, gets the fuck out of the way. Whoosh! Off they go!
Thats.... probably gonna be a problem. *siiiiiips his morning coffee* But it's not HIS problem. Not right now.
And? Suddenly all these politicians and business leaders are getting fucking AMBUSHED. Oh? You thought you'd get soft ball "aren't I a man of the people. Buy oil!" Bullshit questions? HA! Where were you on June 27th, 1978, at-
And "according to YOUR words, exact quote as follows-"
Just? They BEAT the leader with the STICK. "Oh but you'll lose access". They'd love to see HOW! They can go through WALLS! Answer the question, coward. "Your gonna make powerful enemies!" Oh nooooo, what are they gonna DO?
Shoot us TWICE?
Hey Mr. Family Values! How's the three mistresses your wife doesn't know about?? "No comment"? That's fine. We already have THEIRS. >:D Good luck with your upcoming election!
And like? As newspapers are shutting down and turning clickbait all across the country? This ONE(1) tiny, middle of nowhere town? Somehow has a horrid, horrid, ARMY of Satan's own Reporters. All apparently willing to die for the News. Throwing themselves at dictators and Supervillians alike.
"We see no God here but the Truth" is literally their papers MOTTO.
The damn thing is basicly a BRICK. You get a paperback of news. Entire planet AND THEN SOME. How?! How are they reporting, IN DETAIL, on the break down of talks between two planets 16 galaxies over? Hal says it's accurate. But what Earth paper would even HAVE that information?
And?? The whole town treats this as normal? There are human children, complaining about the weight of papers, because it makes their paper routes a pain in the ass. Soccer moms discussing alien celebrity drama. Farmers muttering over foreign unrest and how it will impact their corn harvest.
Fucking Lex Luthor, clearly deciding to roll with it, coming to sign himself up for a paper. Gaining a new life long Nemesis upon meeting Vladimir Master, whom he decides is both hot and unbearable. Someone is heard shouting "oh god, there's TWO OF THEM!"
And?? Look. Clark isn't MAD. Or JEALOUS. Nor is he in a secret Reporting War with Jerry from the Amity Chronicle. Because that would be petty and childish. He's just SAYING, maybe they should check the place out!
Maybe Jerry is a DICK and deserves it, is all. (Lois stop laughing.)
@hypewinter @hdgnj @ailithnight
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starkwlkr · 1 year
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baby on the loose | charles leclerc
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“She won’t get lost, I’ll hold her hand the entire time.”
y/n heard Charles say as she got her daughter ready for the day. It was a Sunday, the US Grand Prix to be exact. Her daughter, Ruby, or as the internet knew her by baby leclerc, was going through that phase where she was curious about everything so she wanted to explore as much as she could. That meant y/n was having panic attacks every minute because the little girl wanted to explore every single thing.
“You’re going to be busy, love. We’ll just be in your driver’s room, right Ruby?” y/n asked the girl, who was too busy playing with her toy cars that her uncle carlos bought her.
“But I want our daughter to see me race. This is her first Grand Prix, mon amour.” Charles begged. He wanted his daughter to finally see him race. Before, Ruby had only seen him race through the tv.
“I know how much this means to you so fine. We’ll watch from the garage.” y/n smiled at her husband. His lips turned into a huge smile when he heard that his little girl was finally going to see him race.
“You hear that, ruby? You’re going to see papa race!” Charles looked down to where ruby was supposed to be, but the little girl wasn’t there playing with her cars like she was before.
“That sneaky little girl. Ruby!” Y/n yelled as she looked everywhere for the girl. She then heard giggles coming from underneath the bed.
“Where is my baby?” Charles called out. He then waited a few seconds until Ruby popped out from under the bed with a smile on her face.
“Here!” She said excitedly then threw herself onto Chares. “I’m here papa.”
“There’s my big girl. Listen, you and maman are going to see me race. Isn’t that exciting?” Charles pressed a kiss to his daughter’s forehead.
“Race this car?” Ruby pointed to the car that had fallen to the ground.
“A much bigger version of this car, mon chérie. It’s bigger than you! But you have to promise me one thing. You’re going to stay with maman. No running off because where papa races there will be many people and we don’t want you to get lost. Okay? Stay with your mother and then we can go get ice cream when papa wins the race.”
Ruby was a little girl, she didn’t really listen to anything Charles had said until he mentioned the word ice cream. So when the family made it to the paddock, the girl was impatient. All she wanted was to wander around, but her mom wouldn’t let her.
“Okay, I have to go. I’ll see you two after. I love you.” Charles kissed his wife’s lips then crouched down to his daughters level. “Remember stay with your mother.”
“Ice cream after?” Ruby smiled
“Yes, Ruby, ice cream after.” Charles kissed ruby on the cheek then waved goodbye to his family.
y/n waved goodbye, but squinted her eyes since the bright sun was blinding her. “Where are my sunglasses? Ruby, come here so mama can put sunscreen on you.” y/n opened her bag to find her sunglasses then the bottle of sunscreen for Ruby. As she put on her sunglasses, y/n opened up the bottle of sunscreen, ready to smear some on ruby’s face, but when the mom looked down the little girl was gone.
“Ruby? Oh god, not right now. Ruby!” Y/n stuffed the sunscreen back into her bag and began her search for her daughter.
In reality, Ruby didn’t go that far. While her mom was saying goodbye to her dad, Ruby saw her uncle pierre walk by so she ran to him as fast as her little legs could take her. But the thing with ruby was that she was easily distracted so before she could even make it to Pierre, she saw a woman walk by wearing her orange mclaren shirt that reminded her of the one she had seen her uncle Daniel wear several times on tv so she followed the woman just to tell her that her uncle Daniel had the exact same shirt.
“So Daniel, any pre race rituals for today?”
Ruby didn’t know where she was. All she heard was some woman talking to Daniel. Her uncle Daniel.
“Just same old rituals…”
“Uncle Daniel!” Ruby yelled, but the Aussie driver couldn’t hear her little yells over all the commotion in the paddock.
Ruby quit her attempts at trying to get Daniel’s attention so she continued her adventures wherever her legs took her. That’s basically how she ended up in the Red Bull garage listening to Christian Horner talk to his team.
From the corner of his eye, Christian spotted the little girl paying attention to him as if she knew what he was talking about. “And who might you be, young lady?”
“Ruby Jules Louise Leclerc. I think.” Ruby replied which got a laugh from Christian and the rest of the Red Bull team.
“You think?” The team principal asked.
“I can’t remember which one goes first, but my dad and mom call me ruby. But I like Jules better. It sounds pretty.” Ruby admitted.
“It is pretty. You’ve got a very pretty name. And where’s your mother?” Christian questioned. he had met the girl’s mom before, but he couldn’t spot her anywhere.
“I don’t know. I saw uncle Pierre and i wanted to say hi to him but then I saw a lady with the same shirt uncle Daniel has and then I saw uncle Daniel but he didn’t see me and now I’m here talking to you.” The girl explained.
“Ah, I see. Your mother must be looking for you. Come on.” Christian took the girl’s hand and led her out the Red Bull garage.
“Where are we going?” Ruby asked.
“To get you back to your parents.”
“Can we get ice cream first?”
And that’s how Christian Horner ended up in the Ferrari garage.
“I believe I caught one of your tiny spies in my garage, Leclerc.” Christian announced as he brought the young girl to her dad, who was talking with his teammate.
“He gave me ice cream!” Ruby showed her dad the ice cream cone that Christian bought her.
“Where where you been?” Charles picked up his daughter.
Ruby shrugged and continued eating her ice cream. “My guess is that the little one ran off so y/n is probably freaking out looking for her. Kelly was with me when I bought her the ice cream. She told me she would text y/n that Ruby was found and that I was bringing her back to you.” Christian explained.
“I made a friend, daddy, her name is Penelope but her mama calls her P. We got ice cream together.” Ruby said.
“Ruby, you shouldn’t run off like that. What did I tell you?” Charles asked.
“That we would get ice cream.”
“Wow, Perceval.” Carlos laughed. “I mean, no ruby listen to your dad.”
“I said to stay with maman and you didn’t.” Charles frowned.
“This is a big place for a little girl like you, Ruby Jules.” Christian said to the girl.
“She told you her whole name?” Charles asked.
Christian nodded. “She says she prefers Jules because it’s pretty.”
“Like uncle Jules!” Ruby said with a smile. That made Charles crack a smile.
“Yes, just like uncle Jules. Thank you Christian.” Charles said to the Red Bull team principal.
“No problem. And you, little lady, stay out of trouble and stop spying on me. I know you’re a working with Ferrari so your dad can win. I’ve got my eye on you.” Christian played along as he left the Ferrari garage.
“I’m a spy, daddy!” Ruby giggled as Charles put her on the ground.
“Yeah? Well little miss spy, let’s go find maman and tell her you’re okay so she doesn’t have a heart attack.”
“Uncle Carlos, you want ice cream?” Ruby asked the Spanish man.
“I’m okay, cariño. Come on, let’s go find your mama.”
Yeah, it was a chaotic start to Ruby’s first Grand Prix. One that she will always remember.
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sleep-0-deprived · 6 months
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Step dad Toji . F x bottom male reader
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Female aligned Dni 18+ only content below, all ageless blogs will be blocked and I hope you all enjoy ;}
Warning daddy kink, breeding kink, overstimulation if you squint, sub/dom dynamic,age gap the reader is over 18 but you can choose the exact age
Today was a perfectly normal day beside the fact that I am being forced to have dinner with my moms new husband, “honey come down stairs” I heard my mom yell “be right their” I responded while hurriedly putting some body spray and deodorant on “honey I want you to meet your new step dad Toji” mom said pointing to a tall muscular man in a tight black shirt “nice to meet you, I’ve heard great things about you” toji spoke with a grin looking the other male up and down “I bet” I said feeling disinterest in the whole situation. I follow mom and my new step dad into the kitchen, sitting down at the table while mom walks off into the kitchen to start dinner “so what do you like to do in your free time?” Toji ask me “nothing much mainly f/h” I said while being blunt “oh that seems fun” Toji said grinning at me “it is” just as I said that my mom walked through the dinning room doors “dinner is ready” she said smiling I just want to get this over with and get back to my room but I can’t deny that Toji looks good I thought as I ate my food while listening to my mom make small talk with me. Finally dinner was over and I go to my room and lay on my bed while scrolling through my phone for a little while or so I thought I look over at the clock seeing the time “it’s already 11:00” I say shocked at how long it’s been, well I guess it’s going to be a late night shower tonight I think while walking into my bathroom “god it’s cold in here” I whisper while turning the shower on and letting it get hot. I slowly take my clothes off and look at myself in the foggy mirror before I get into the hot shower “this feels nice” I grumble as I let the water run down my back “I bet” I heard Toji say “what are you doing in here?” I feel my heart start beating faster and faster “just enjoying the show baby” the man said while licking his scar “what aren’t you supposed to be with mom right now” I gasp out while seeing him start taking his clothes off “well she fell asleep and I thought I could use a shower” he spoke while getting in the shower with me “and just what are you planning?” I say trying to pretend I don’t like this “I’m getting a shower” the larger man spoke teasing me. Toji took his large hands and ran them over my body only stopping at my thighs “god your so fucking pretty, you have no idea how much I wanted to bend you over the table and fuck you at dinner, especially when you were being bratty” the older man groaned while lifting me up with ease and pushing me against the shower walls “ahh~” I groaned as I felt the pleasure of Toji sucking my nipples until they become red and puffy
“just like that~” I moaned wanting more “your so desperate already and for your step dad, what a sick little boy you are” Toji spoke while I tried to grind myself onto him but to no avail Toji gripped my hips tightly and held them in place while not letting me move “god your so fucking desperate like a damn whore” he degraded me while rapping one hand around my head and passionately kissing me, only leaving bite marks and bruises on my body while he takes the hand from around my waist and starts stroking my dick “hahh~” I yelp out in pleasure “your so naughty, letting your step dad give you a handjob in the shower? Oh what would your mom think of you if she knew you wanted your step dad” Toji whispered in my ear while nibbling on my neck “I know it’s wrong but it all feels so damn good” I think, feeling my thoughts cloud over with Haley bliss “I’m so close toji~” I moan out while bucking my hip into his hands “since I’m your step dad you better start calling me daddy” The much older man said with a demanding voice while speeding up his pace and stroking my dick faster than before with more pressure behind it “I’m gonna cum~” I scream out while thick white strings of my semen shoot on toji’s chest and stomach but quickly getting washed off by the now cold water “how about we continue this in your room since the water is cold now?” Toji grunted out “yes please” I spoke with a broken voice. Without hesitating Toji swiftly turned the shower off and carried me to my bed
Toji soon laid me down onto my bed and snapped me out of my trance “face down ass up baby” Toji shot me his signature grin while licking his scar, I waist no time in rolling on my stomach and I soon feel on finger coated in saliva prod into my hole “god your so tight, are yo a virgin?”he asks me “yes” I whispered, my face feeling flush with embarrassment “oh well I guess I’m lucky aren’t I?” And before I could say anything he swiftly shoved two mor fingers in “hahh~” I scream at the three large fingers fucking into my virgin hole. soon I become used to the feeling and it soon turning into pleasure “right there~” I groan feeling Toji hit my prostate “looks like I found it” toji grunted while pulling his fingers out and earning a needy whine from me “don’t worry I’ll be filling that pretty little hole of yours very soon with something better” before I could speak Toji bottomed out “ngh~” I scream in pain “don’t worry it will all turn into pleasure soon baby” Toji grunted out while starting to move his hips and slowly thrusting into me “yes please right there~” I groaned out as Toji nailed into my prostate “damn your such a fucking slut I’ve just started and your already cock drunk” Toji said in a stern voice while snapping his hips har against mine “yes please I’m your slut daddy~” I moaned in my pillows and gripping my sheets while he railed me from behind “your taking daddy’s cock so well, I just my have to turn you into my personal cock sleeve~” Toji groaned out “yes please turn me in to your cock sleeve daddy~” I moan out as Toji pounds into me, nailing my prostate head on with every thrust “ahh~” I scream out as Toji starts stroking my dick in rhythm to his thrusts almost like he is milking me dry “hahh I’m soo close daddy~” I scream “I’m close too baby boy just hold out a little longer~” Toji groans out with his thrusts becoming faster and harder, fucking me so hard all I see is stars “I’m gonna cu~” before the moans left my lips I came all over my sheets and my cum pumps onto them with a few more thrusts Toji cums inside me, letting his hot seed fill me up. Soon I collapse on my bed “what are you doing I’m no where near done yet it’s only 12:50 I’m no where near done breeding that hole of yours yet pretty boy” Toji groans as he flips me on my back and shoved his dick back into my burning hole and starts thrusting again “oh god faasterr~” I moaned out as my dick started to get hard again “such a fucking slut aren’t you baby?” Toji asks as he rams into me over and over again hitting my prostate head on every time “yes yes I’m your slut daddy please fill me with your cum~” I beg the older man as he continues to relentlessly pound my burning hole “I’m close please~” I moaned out while feeling my third orgasm approach “I’m almost there too just hold on baby~” Toji grunted out as he picked the pace up and started fucking me at an inhuman pace, gripping my hips hard enough for bruises and rearranging my guts “I’m cumming~” I shout as my cum shot on toji’s muscular chest “I’m going to breed your hole so full of my cum that you’ll be filled for a week~” Toji groaned with a final thrust, letting his cum fill me up for the second time tonight.
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don’t make a sound ⭑ rafe cameron
warnings ; car sex, fingering, rafe being rafe, dirty talk.
18+ mdni
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you were both en route to a charity event, one set up by rafes parents. rafe didn't tell you much about the event, only to dress nice, and that he didn’t want to go.
“im telling you baby, your mom just wants us to make an appearance, then you can go wasted with the guys,” were your exact words to help convince your blue eyed boyfriend.
he wasn't pleased that you forced him to go, but you definitely made up for it last night. “agree yo go with me to the event tomorrow, and I'll let you do whatever you want to me tonight.”
your words led to you being tied up, having 4 orgasms and as he would call it, ‘the best night of your life’
the man was a god in every aspect, making you feel things you'd never before felt. and as promised on the way to the event he sparks a conversation,
"do you think i can make you cum before we get there?" his signature smirk plastered against his lips. you quickly shushed him, nodding your head towards the gentleman driving the limo.
"the divider is up, the guy can't hear or see anything baby i promise" he said, hand trailing up your thigh, underneath your dress trying to convince you more.
"we only have like 4 minutes though," you commented with hesitation before fully submitting to your boyfriend, his smirk having you weak in the knees.
the pads of his fingers connect with your clit, starting off with slow, circular movements. his actions caused you to roll your eyes, biting your lip in hopes you don't make too much noise.
"no panties, huh? naughty girl" he raised his eyebrows and his smirk widened.
"i know you like it that way" you replied, receiving a satisfied nod from your boyfriend
"actually princess, i prefer you naked, but i doubt you'll agree to that right now" he muttered.
rafe started kissing your neck, nibbling and sucking on your sensitive skin. he slowly rubs your clit with one finger, fastening his pace, moans nearly escaping your lips.
he suddenly stopped his movements and sunk two fingers deep inside of you, causing you to bring your hand to cover your mouth.
"cmon baby, be a good girl. you know how much I love to hear you" rafe groaned in your ear.
you adjusted and placed your lips by his ear, allowing you to moan into his ear, only loud enough for him to hear.
"fuck rafe, it feels so good," you breathlessly moaned. “i love it when you touch me, makes me feel insane" you carried on.
he let out an appreciative moan, now using his thumb on your clit whilst using his fingers the exact way you love.
“good girl taking my fingers so well for me.” he lets out a groan at the way you shiver for him.
you felt the familiar feeling in your gut, tightening around his fingers.
"rafe, im gonna..." you started, sentence being taken over by a muffled moan. rafe absolutely loved the way you clenched around him, whether it be his cock or his fingers.
“atta girl, cum for me.” kissing your neck and fastening his pace, you clench around him one last time. “good girl, staying quiet for me.” your heavy breathing the only thing that can be heard between the two of you.
"just in time" he said, kissing the side of your head whilst pulling his fingers out of you. you hissed at the sensitive feeling, opening your eyes to see you were pulling into the parking lot of the club.
you straightened your dress as best as you could, and lazily combed your fingers through your hair, wiping away any smudged make up from under your eyes where you'd clenched them shut not 2 minutes ago.
"how do I look?" you asked rafe, turning your body to face him.
"like you deserve more than my fingers" he chuckled. you playfully smacked his arm at the crude comment, only after letting out a small laugh.
"you’re disgusting" you joked.
"say that again, and I'll show you how disgusting I am in the bathroom" he said, raising his eyebrow, daring you to say it again.
“i don’t think i have to say anything, we both know we'll be in the bathroom soon enough" you smiled.
the door opened and you both got out, rafe holding onto your hand to help you.
"you ready?" you asked him
"you’re here baby, im always ready"
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first work 😭, lowkey hate it and will def be going back to edit but for nowww here it is ! also reqs are open for anyone tbhhh i get bored lol so :)
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Comfort Zone
Matt Sturniolo x Reader
masterlist (series)
Preview: Y/n starts the new semester at school. She happens to have the same exact schedule as one guy, Matt Sturniolo. He's known to be a 'bad boy.' Constantly ditching, tattoos, and not giving most people the time of day....but will that apply to you?
WARNINGS: 18+, smut, alcohol, parental abuse/neglect, overall mature themes, and more. (This is made for all parts)
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Chapter 2: 
Don't look too close, Mr. Wrinkles.
Time flew by fast as soon as we had made it to their house. Although it wasn’t a mansion, it was perfect. It was homey. Family pictures everywhere, loads of blankets, and even a dog. 
The dog, Trevor, had immediately caught my attention. I had always wanted a pet, but I never had the resources to have or to take care of one. 
Animals have always held a special place in my heart. It was just unconditional love. Animals never expect anything in return, they just want to be around you. 
“I’m starting to think you’re more interested in the dog.” Chris jokes. 
We sat on the ‘L’ shaped, off-white couch. Nick laid on the short side by himself while Chris and Matt sat on either side of me. Chris had slumped down completely, his back practically resting on the bottom cushion of the sofa. 
Trevor laid in between Chris and I. He was soundly asleep, snores quietly escaping his mouth. I looked in admiration down at the dog. He looks so at peace. 
“Do you have any dogs?” Matt asks. I shake my head, mumbling a ‘no’ under my breath. I hear a loud snore, looking over to see Nick completely passed out. Matt and I turn to look at each other silently laughing before turning to see Chris in the same predicament, completely passed out with drool falling out the corner of his mouth. 
“Wanna see my room? That way we can talk without waking up the children.” Matt jokes. I silently laugh, following him as he starts walking down the hall. 
He opens a white door, gesturing for me to go in. I walk in the room, shocked to see what lies before me. A black bed frame with autumn-colored, silk bedding and a brown comforter neatly laid on top. 
In the corner of the room closest to the door, is a PC set up. There is a nightstand on either side of the bed. One has multiple stacks of stuffed animals while the other holds a water bottle and a small glass bottle. On the walls, multiple framed pictures of a silly bear doing odd things are hung. 
“I love your room.” I state. I hear his light laugh echo in the small room. He sits down on the edge of his bed, holding a stuffed animal shaped like a pug.
“Oh my god, it’s so cute!” I exclaim, pointing to the stuffed animal. “Here, his name is Mr. Wrinkles.” He offers. My jaw drops before my mouth shifts into a smile. I take the stuffed creature, admiring how well-loved it appears. 
I had only gotten two stuffed animals in my whole life. The first was one my mom had gotten before I was even born. It was a brown moose. I loved it dearly. I had gained such an attachment to it that I had started bringing it everywhere. 
One day, I brought it to school. I was never popular, most kids didn’t want to be my friend. All the parents pitied my family, talking about us in hushed voices. 
Kids weren’t kind. It wasn’t their own fault, though. Most learned from their parents. Most of the parents always told their kids not to invite me over because it would ‘kill the mood.’ They assumed if they got close to me at all, the second my mom died responsibilities would fall on them. 
I used to be really angry at the kids in my class. Sometimes, I still confused my anger and directed it towards them. But, I didn’t even know what was really going on. How would they have possibly understood? 
I had taken the stuffed moose to school for show and tell. Two of the kids had told me how ratty and ugly the stuffed toy was, saying it looked like a dirty play ball. Then, that’s what they did. Before I could object, they were kicking it at recess in the mulch. I had gotten a grip on the toy, but not before one of them tried to rip it from my grip.
I held on though. I held onto it for dear life, which in the end, resulted in stuffing flying everywhere. The sound of fabric ripping still haunts me to this day. 
Reminding me, no matter how much you hold on, it’s never gonna be enough. In fact, me holding onto the toy may have resulted in the destruction sooner. I could’ve brushed the wooden mulch off. If only I weren’t so needy, it would still be with me to this day.
When I had gone home to show my dad, he was crying. I told him what had happened. It was the first time something bad had really happened. He was smoking cigarettes, multiple thrown on the concrete stairs in front of him. He had just gotten back from visiting my mom in the hospital.
I showed him the torn fabric. His tear-filled eyes showed me no mercy. His own sadness shifted to anger. 
“There’s more important things to worry about than a dumb fucking toy!” 
His words hurt, but so did the burn from the cigarette he put out on my arm. As soon as I let out a yelp from the pain, he snapped out of it. Whatever trance he was in, whatever cloud of judgment disappeared in an instant after hearing my screams. 
I had never seen him, no matter how low he got with alcohol, pick up another cigarette again. Thinking about the moose had been long gone after that occurrence. After all, I had more important things to worry about. 
 The second was free from school for a Valentines-day party. It had been right after my mom died when I was still in elementary school. I was going through a tragic loss, seemingly alone. A stupid brown teddy bear with a red bow made all my problems seem okay for a moment. 
But that moment disappeared the second I got home. My dad had come home from work, not bothering to acknowledge me before drowning himself in alcohol. I had been too far gone in my own world with my bear to notice him come into my room. 
Until he stumbled, throwing up all over the stuffed bear. 
Part of me thought he did it on purpose. He was upset that I was somehow smiling. Another part of me realized, maybe I shouldn’t be smiling? What did I have to be happy about? I didn’t bother cleaning the bear. I had more important things to worry about, including helping my dad sober up enough to go to bed without choking on his own vomit. 
I wasn’t even 10 years old. 
I shake the depressing thought off. Bringing myself back to reality, I place the stuffed pug back in Matt’s hands. “Do you have any stuffed animals?” He asks. 
“No, but I wish I did. Trust me, I’m not judging you.” I promise. He gives me a firm nod, setting the stuffed toy in the middle of his pillows. 
I walk around the room, stopping in front of the glass bottle on the nightstand. It’s small, an amber-color, and has a fancy label that’s definitely not written in english. “That's my cologne. I saved up forever to get it, but I love it so much. You can smell it if you want.” He offers. 
I tilt my head looking down at the bottle. “I’ve never even had a perfume, to be honest. I’m scared I’m gonna break this trying to open this.” I laugh, placing the glass on the table in its original position. 
“Really? I thought girls always did, plus you smell really good-wait, sorry. I’m not smelling you, I….I…I-” Matt stutters. 
I look over, watching as he chews his fingernails anxiously, eyes darting from each corner of his room with furrowed eyebrows. “Matt, it’s fine. I think I’ve smelled this on you earlier anyway, pine and spices, right?” I question. 
Matt visibly relaxes, his body falling with a sigh. “Oh-uh, yeah.” He admits. I smile, nodding. 
The sudden opening of the front door paired with cheery voices averts my attention. Matt gets up as I follow behind him. Walking back into the living room, a woman and a man walk into the home. 
“Missed my boy!” She says, pulling Matt into an embrace. She’s around my height, a bright smile displayed on her face proudly. Matt puts his arms around her. “Hi, mom. This is Y/n.” He says, gesturing to me behind him. 
“Hi, you can call me MaryLou! This is my husband, Jimmy.” MaryLou says, gesturing to the man standing beside her. He looks up from his phone with a clueless look on his face. “Wait what? I’m her husband, yeah, whatever she said.” He remarks. 
I laugh softly to myself at his behavior. Matt looks down at me, mouthing ‘sorry.’ I look up at him with confusion. A pair of arms engulfed me as I gasped. 
She’s hugging me?
The feeling is foreign, but nice. Her warm arms feel nostalgic, almost. I let my arms go under hers, patting her back as she pulls away. 
As soon as she pulls away, she is greeted by a sleepy Chris who practically falls on top of her. I admire the interaction. Chris’s relaxed stance is met with her tight embrace. I can almost feel the love from the interaction just from watching. 
Trots of soft paws sound on the floor. I look down, watching as Trevor nudges at MaryLou’s ankles. She pulls away, crouching to meet the dog. She massages the dog's ears to which Trevor responds with a snort of contentment. 
Everything I’ve ever wanted, standing right in front of me. The parents, the dog, the home…but I didn’t feel envious at all, I felt welcome. It felt like a blessing all on its own just to witness the scene in front of me. 
“You should stay for dinner!” Jimmy suggests, coming up and placing a hand on my shoulder. I tense under his grip, his fatherly touch giving me a sense of bewilderment. 
A father’s touch is something I never felt comfortable with. I couldn’t even remember hearing my dad say ‘I love you.’ Rough hands that feel so gentle until something goes wrong. 
His hand falls from my shoulder as I let out a nervous laugh. “I should get home soon, thank you for the offer though. I really appreciate it.” I say. 
I look up, meeting Matt’s confused eyes. His eyes are squinted at me, analyzing me. I feel a weight on the back of my shoulders, looking over to see Chris leaning on me. I laugh, noticing his disheveled appearance. “Get a good nap?” I tease. 
“Would’ve been better cuddling with my little Matty.” He jokes. Matt shakes his head, looking to the floor as he covers his face with his hands. The giggles erupt from my stomach, so much so to the point where it hurts. 
After calming down, Matt shakes his head, looking down at me. “I…actually, I really don’t know what to say about that.” He admits. His laugh makes me laugh. Chris leans further onto me, my knees giving out as we both fall to the floor laughing. 
Every time I think I’m close to calming down, I hear Matt. His laugh echoes, completely contagious and adorable. Little squeaks escape his mouth at the end of each chuckle. My heart flutters at the sound. 
“What are you weird fucks laughing about on the floor?” Nick asks. I look up, seeing him rub his eyes with an unentertained look on his face. Chris, Matt, and I all exchange looks in a dead silence. However, the silence is soon consumed by the giggles once more. 
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After calming down, we made our way outside into their backyard. I immediately admired their garden, to which MaryLou explained nearly every plant adorning the soil beds. It was mostly barren, given the seasons were just now turning from winter to spring. 
Nonetheless, the neatly organized garden impressed me. I never liked the winter. All it brought was hassle after hassle. The cold nipped at my skin through the thin, worn blankets during the night, keeping me awake. 
“There is that snow storm coming next week, but then I was planning on doing my spring gardening. I’d love some help if you’re interested!” I immediately nod my head at MaryLou’s offer, smiling at the invitation. 
She walks back inside, leaving the four of us scattered on the outdoor furniture. Nick and Chris had sat in the individual chairs, leaving Matt and I to share the swinging couch. My legs didn’t touch the ground sitting, but Matt’s did. I was grateful for him kicking his feet to move us with a soft rock. 
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay for dinner? I can take you home right after?” Matt offers. Nick and Chris are too caught up in their own argument, not paying attention to anything else. I look down in my lap, glancing at my phone. 
6:30 P.M.
No texts, no calls, no nothing from my dad. Did he even notice I wasn’t home? 
“You should! I mean…I really don’t mind driving later, unless you have a curfew or something.” Matt rants. I purse my lips to the side, debating my options. Starve or eat? Take care of him or take care of myself? Come home to a semi-drunk/sober man or fully blacked out man?
“I can’t…not tonight, maybe next time? Thank you though, I really do appreciate the offer.” I say. He nods in acknowledgment. 
All of their phones ding in sync. Only Matt whips his out as the other two brothers look towards him. “Mom wants help with dinner. You two go help and I’ll drop you off?” He asks, directing his gaze to Chris and Nick and then shifting it to me. 
A chorus of ‘yeahs’ are heard as we all start to get up. We make our way into the house, the loud laughter and giggles echoing. 
“Staying for dinner?” Jimmy asks, a hopeful look on his face. 
I shake my head as Matt grabs his keys. “I’m gonna drive her home, be back soon.” He says. I wave to his parents as they give me a friendly smile, returning the wave. 
How do I feel so welcomed in a home that’s not even mine? 
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As soon as Matt had asked me for my address, I realized a problem. He was gonna see where I lived. Would he judge me? Would he still even wanna be my friend? He seems so sweet, but maybe that’s only for people like him, who just want to be true teenagers and have the life in order to fulfill that. 
I put the address into his phone, my hope dwindling as we get further from the big, beautiful houses. The soft music playing in the background eases my anxiety. The sun is past set, but the sky wasn’t tremendously dark. Hopefully he just won’t see. 
As he pulls up to the front of my house, I turn to thank him quickly. “Thank you so much, I really did have fun-” I say, throwing my backpack over my shoulder. I go to shut the door. “Wait!” He yells. 
Oh god. 
He’s gonna ask. ‘Is this really where you live?’ I can practically see the words forming in his head. Well, I actually can’t because I’m staring at the ground, but I don’t have to see to know what’s coming next. 
I pause in my stance, waiting for him to continue. “Yeah?” I urge, my palms starting to feel sweaty. “Do you want me to show you how to catch a Pokemon?” He asks cutely. 
Oh.
He remembered I wanted to know? I feel the smile crawl on my face as I meet his child-like grin. “Please.” I reply. I sit back down in the car, pulling out my phone and handing it to him. 
“Okay, so,” he starts. “-you want to create a character, but you can change it all later for whatever you really want. But-you’ll get here,” he says, flipping the screen to show me. I nod my head in acknowledgement, watching him as he catches a character with ease. 
He hands the phone back to me. I grab it, seeing another cartoon animal close by. “Click it!” He encourages. I click on it, throwing the ball the same way he had. After catching it, I clap my hands in excitement. 
“Good job!” He says. I turn over looking at him with a tooth-rotting grin as our eyes meet. I can feel his excitement pour into me, feeding into my own even more. My ears grow hot as I realize I’ve been staring too long. 
“Sorry.” I mutter, looking away. My mouth closes as my cheeks painfully heat up. There’s a console in between us, plenty of room, yet I feel like I’m suffocating in him. 
I look down as I see him move from the corner of my eye. His hand places itself on my upper arm, rubbing slightly before pulling away. “Don’t be sorry. I have someone to nerd out with now!” He announces with a proud smile. 
“You know,” I chuckle lightly. “You were the last person I would’ve thought to be a nerd based on what everyone says.” I say. He shakes his head, letting out a laugh. “What did you expect? An asshole?” He jokes. 
I bite the inside of my cheek, nodding sheepishly. “Honestly, yeah. Especially after the first block. You seemed…I don’t even know. I really thought you had left because you had to sit next to me.” I admit. 
“No, no, no, no, trust me, that was not the reason why. If anything, I’m really glad I’m next to you out of all people.” He says. 
My heart flutters at his words, a pooling sensation of butterflies swarms in the pit of my gut. He makes me feel…excited? But not in the way I had been excited for anything recently. The last time I had felt like this was when I was a kid, showing my mom my coloring page. 
I thought maybe that feeling had died down over the years. Holidays didn’t feel as special. Food didn’t seem to taste as good. But this? This brought me back to something I couldn’t even remember. 
“I really had fun hanging out, thanks for everything.” I express. The wind creeps in through my cracked open door, his hair moving slightly around his eyes.
I wish I could capture this moment for the rest of my life. I analyze his face, taking in every detail possible. His teeth are slightly crooked and yellow, but his smile is perfect. His cheekbones create a shadow down, carving out his features beautifully. 
Imperfect yet perfect. 
“Of course. I really hope we didn’t scare you too much. I’d love to hang out more.” He says. I smile, nodding, not trusting my words to form coherently as the butterflies flutter all over, a massive flood of nerves crawling over each part of my body, electrifying me. 
A loud slam is heard, drawing my attention. I look over, seeing my dad with a glass bottle in hand. He stumbles and leans on the door frame. Pure embarrassment floods my body as I grab my backpack once more, rushing. 
“Uh…thanks again, see ya, drive safe!” I say, closing the door and walking fast up to the door. 
I hadn’t spared Matt a second glance after turning around. I literally couldn’t. I had helped my dad into the house, him pulling on my hair in order to grasp onto something. It wasn’t intentional, but it really fucking hurt.
I had moved him onto the couch, on his side. I brought a trashcan out, placing it up by his head as he muttered compelte nonsense. My head throbbed.
I went to the kitchen, looking for medicine. Instead, I found a reciept. 
‘Vodka (Quantity: 3) Total: 25$ [5-2-24]’ 
The cheap shit, but the date read today. Twenty five dollars on alcohol. I turned around, opening the fridge to find it empty except for the plastic sandwich container. It was empty. 
I look over to the couch, watching him groan and shift in pain. I’m trying so hard not to hate him sometimes. I slam the fridge shut, going back to the kitchen cabinet that creaked loudly. 
I grab down the bottle of medicine, sighing at the light and quiet bottle. I screw off the cap, finding it empty. I sigh, placing it down on the counter. “Dad, we’re out of medicine.” I mutter, shaking my head. 
He moans, looking up but not focusing on me. Can he even see me at this point? “Fuck, this hangover is really gonna be a bitch than. I don’t have anymore money for the next week, I had to call out of work since I was sick.” 
Sick? No part of me believed him. Anger bubbled when he complained about his hangover. My head fucking hurts, I’m starving, and I’m supposed to have enough energy to take care of him. I pull out my phone, sighing as I feel the tears sting in my eyes. 
I hated doing this. It was my least favorite thing on the planet. Asking for help. 
I clicked on the contact, typing a quick message. I walk outside, sitting on the cement stairs with my head in my hands. Headlights pull my attention upwards as I watch the car park. 
“Thank you.” I voice, grabbing the bag from her hands. 
“Of course, wanna talk to me?” Mrs. Evans asks. I shake my head, grabbing the medicine bottle and dry-swallowing two pills. “He’s-he’s getting better, just…not all progress is linear.” I lie. 
She pats me on the back, rubbing soothingly with a sympathetic smile. “Okay, but I’m here if you need anything, okay? I could even use a babysitter for Hailey, if you’re interested?” I don’t look up at her, simply nodding my head. 
“Okay, I’ll text you details. Text or call if you need anything, okay? I’ll see you tomorrow at school.” She says, walking back off to her car. 
I walk back into the house with heavy feet. My chest aches as I see my dad leaning over, throwing up into the trashcan. 
I’m so sick of this. I’m so sick of him. I can’t help him anymore, I can’t. 
The tears fall down my face as I place the grocery bag on the kitchen counter. I walk up to his room, looking for the bottles. One is already opened, laying on the side of his bed on his nightstand. I pick up the glass bottle, wanting nothing more than to shatter and break it. 
I pour it out the window on the already-dead grass. I look around for the other two bottles, finding one under his bed and one in the closet. Do I even bother throwing them away? I hesitate for a second, but grab the both of them and pour them out in the same spot. 
I take the bottles out to the trash. I throw them in, hearing the clink of glass as they bump against the graveyard of other bottles. 
_
My head still throbbed when I woke up after a long night of tossing and turning. I look over, seeing the time on my phone. Fuck, I needed to leave ten minutes ago. 
I get ready quickly, rushing down the stairs to see my dad passed out on the wood floor. He needs to be at work soon. I bend down, shaking him awake as he groans loudly, holding his head. 
I grab the medicine and some water, holding it out for him as he takes it from my hand. He swallows the pills, grimacing painfully. “Fuck, I can’t go to work.” He mumbles. 
My ears feel hot, the tears clouding my vision. “Of course you can’t. I can’t fucking believe you sometimes.” I spit. His eyes snap up towards mine, guilt ridden behind his eyes. 
I’m not helping, I’m making it worse. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that. I know you’re trying.” I express. He just shakes his head, clenching his jaw. “It’s fine. Just get to school.” He grits through his teeth.
At least he doesn’t have enough money to buy more bottles. 
_
I walk faster to school, a light layer of sweat coating my forehead by the time I walk into my first class. I open the door, all eyes snapping towards me. I make eye contact with Mrs. Evans who gives me a pity smile, making my chest feel heavy. 
I walk to the back of the classroom, not looking up once. I sit down, feeling him lightly swat my thigh to get my attention. I look over, his eyes gleaming into mine questioningly, analyzing me. The class is dead silent besides a video playing in the background. 
“Are you good?” He asks, leaning close enough that I can smell the pine and spices. I breathe in the scent, my shoulders relaxing slightly as I recall last nights events at his house. 
I nod, shrugging my shoulders. I pull my lips into a tight line, looking back down into my lap. I pull out my phone, my hair creating a barrier around my phone.
[From Dad: Did you throw out my fucking bottles? I don’t know how you expect me to provide food when you can’t understand I’m trying to get better, but you make me feel so incapable. You make everything fucking worse. Stop going through my shit.] 
I see the tear drop onto the screen, leaking from my eyes. I wipe my eyes, my hoodie sleeve dampening with a wet stain on the wrists of the sleeve. I can’t do this anymore. 
I gather my stuff quickly, pushing the class door open and letting it shut behind me. What the fuck am I doing? I can’t even go back to my house. 
“Hey!” 
I feel a tug on my arm, stopping me in my tracks. I turn around, seeing Matt looking down at me with a somber look. My ears grow hot as I try to keep the tears at bay. 
I pull myself from his grasp. “Go back to class, Matt.” I state. I hear his footsteps rush until he walks next to me, keeping pace with my fast walk. 
“Are you okay-sorry, that was a dumb question actually.” He says, his voice going softer. I slow down my pace, realizing I have no where to go as we reach close to the side doors of the school. 
My chest tightens as I start to feel completely stuck. Where do I go? How do I even breathe? 
I don’t even realize I’ve stopped walking until I feel him tug on my hand. He pushes the side door open, walking halfway up the staircase before sitting down and pulling me down next to him. 
The side stairs are always completely empty. No cameras were ever placed in them, making it the perfect stoner spot. The smell of weed still lingered in the air, making me scrunch my nose with disgust. 
“-need to breathe, okay?” I look up at him, confused. His words seemed drowned out by the ringing in my ears. “It smells so fucking bad, oh my god. I might throw up.” I remark. He laughs lightly at my statement, pulling our bags off to the side. 
“Here.” He says. He pulls me into his arms. Pine and spices cloud my sense as I feel myself take a large inhale of the calming scent. His embrace feels secure, tight but not restricting. It feels like MaryLou’s hug from last night, maybe better. 
“This is the most I’ve ever been hugged in 24 hours.” I joke. I let the tears fall onto his grey crewneck, breathing deeply as I allow myself to return to a regular breathing pace. 
“What? You’re kidding, right? I can’t even go an hour without Chris hugging me I don’t think.” He says. I nuzzle myself further into his chest absentmindedly. I freeze, realizing how weird it must be. 
“Oh, sorry.” I apologize, embarrassed. I feel my ears burn at the tips, my cheek flushing past a pink hue, straight to a firey red. 
I go to pull back, but his arms tighten around me. “Don’t apologize, you’re fine.” I swallow thickly at his words, tears clouding my eyes once more. His words feel like a missing piece to a puzzle, giving me a sense of comfort that is overwhelming. 
“Do you want me to drive you home?” He questions, rubbing my back. The word home stings slightly. I wish he had just said house. 
I shake my head in his chest. “No, I can’t-uh, I can’t go home. I’ll be fine, I just need to clean myself up before going to our next class. I’ll meet you there, I don’t wanna make you miss anything else, sorry.” I say softly. 
He pulls me back by grabbing the tops of my arms. He looks down at me, shaking his head. “Don’t say sorry. Want me to take you back to my place?” He jolts his head back, cringing at his choice of words. “Not like that, fuck-sorry. I meant, I was gonna go home anyhow, do you want to come with?” He offers. 
I squint my eyes up at him, watching as his lips tug into a reassuring smile. “Um, no. You don’t-” he cuts me off. “Trevor is there, come on! We can do whatever you want.” He raises his eyebrows, his smile growing wider. 
“Well, I can’t say no to Trevor, I guess.” I joke with a small smile. His teeth show as his own grin spreads further on his cheeks. 
_
“Wait, here.” He says, holding out a flat hand. I cock my head, setting my phone in his hands. He laughs at me, “No, give me your hand.” He suggests, laughing lightly. 
My eyes widen at his offer, my stomach fluttering with excitement. He wants to hold my hand? Noticing my hesitation, he sets my phone down in the cup holder, grabbing my hand in his own and setting it down on the center console of the car. 
His hand envelopes mine perfectly. His rough hands hold my own so softly. He squeezes my hand in his own, “Hey, relax. It’s just me.” He reminds me. I take a deep breath, letting it go with a sigh. 
It’s just him. It’s just us. 
_
“What would you like to do?” He asks as we walk into the home. 
I shrug my shoulders, taking off my shoes. “I can’t even think to be honest. I really don’t know.” I admit, looking down at my worn shoes with shame. 
The back of the inside of the shoes is heavily worn. The cushion no longer present as the back of my ankle aches with raw skin rubbing continuously. I pull up my socks, hiding the red skin. I go to stand back up, but a wet nose touching me makes me pause in my position. 
I greet the dog, “Oh my god, hi Trev!” I say, using the same nickname Matt had said yesterday for the dog. I pet Trevor, rubbing his ears as he nuzzles into my touch. He waddles off and back to his dog bed, laying in the sunshine that peeps through the window. 
I look up, seeing Matt holding out a hand to help me up from the floor. I take his hand, dropping it as I brush off my bottom with my hands. “Said you can’t think, right?” He asks, turning to look at me from over his shoulder. 
I squint my eyes at him, nodding my head hesitantly. He guides us to his room, opening the nightstand drawer. He pulls out a notebook that has a pen clipped in the spiral binding. He holds it in his hand, gesturing for me to turn around. 
I do so, watching as he walks in front of me with a purposeful stride. I follow as he opens the back door, waiting for me to walk through. “What are we doing?” I question. He shuts the screen door, coming up to walk next to me. 
He guides us to the swinging couch. I sit next to him, folding my hands in my lap and fiddling with my fingers. “Well,” he sets the notebook down in my lap. “When I can’t think, I just write everything down until I can. A bunch of random words, sentences that make no sense…it just helps me clear my mind.” He explains. 
He scoots closer, our thighs brushing together just barely. He opens the book in my lap to an empty page, clicking the pen and putting it in my hand. “I don’t even know where to start.” I confess, looking at the intimidating blank page. 
He shifts to the opposite side of the swinging sofa, reaching down and pulling my feet onto his lap. I lean against the pillows. He shrugs, “Just let it all out until you feel better. It doesn’t have to make sense.” He shares. 
I place the pen down on the paper, watching as the ink spurs out into a pool. I drag the pen, writing and spilling each word that crosses my mind. 
Not good enough.
He won’t get better.
I can’t live like this anymore.
The page fills up more and more as I get lost in the words in front of me. My mind starts to feel lighter, my chest lifting with ease. I click off the pen, reading over the words. 
Coming back to my senses, I feel his hand manuevering on my calves. He rubs up and down, his hands leaving me more relaxed. The swing is moving forward and back, my breaths coming out as if I were somehow asleep.
“Done?” He asks. I nod my head, closing the book and handing it back to him. He takes it, tossing it on the table in front of us before leaning back. His hands continue his previous actions as I pull my hands up my sleeves. 
“I won’t read it, just so you know. I’ll even let you rip it out if you want to.” He offers to which I smile. I shrug my shoulders, giving a soft shake of my head. “How do you feel?” He asks, looking at me with intent. 
I let my chest rise and fall, looking up at the pale blue sky that mirrors his eyes. “Better, thank you.” I express. His thumb rubs circles into my skin. 
“Of course.” He says. I furrow my eyebrows, looking down at him, tilting my head to the side. “How did you know that would help? How did you even figure that out in the first place?” I ask. He shrugs, looking down at his hands on my legs. 
“I, uh, I go to therapy a lot.” He answers. “I have anxiety, it’s why I leave class so much.” He continues. 
“Do you like therapy?” I ask. He looks up at me, nodding his head. “Yeah, it’s really helped. I would honestly tell everyone to try it out.” He remarks. 
I wasn’t stupid, I knew therapy and doctors all costed money. Insurance was shitty, I barely could get a yearly check up without an insane copay. 
“You know, I would never had expected ‘bad boy,’ Matt Sturniolo, to be so…genuine? You’re reputation really does you no justice.” I retork. He laughs, looking down and back up at me. “Well, I hope I can give you a real perception of me. I’m really not a ‘bad boy.’” He jokes. 
I shake my head, crunching up to be in a sitting position. He looks over at me, observing every detail of my face. I don’t shy away from his gaze, I don’t feel like I need to. I feel myself wanting him to look closer at me. 
Look at me. 
“You know,” he starts. “This,” he says, pointing to a spot on my neck, tracing a line and touching pointedly on two spots. “-this looks just like a smiley face.” He remarks. 
I grab the spot on my neck, feeling the area. It was the birthmark on my neck, hardly noticeable. I didn’t even notice it until later in life. The birthmark was a cured line under two freckles. I had always been insecure about it, thinking it looked like a poor stick-and-poke tattoo. 
“A smiley face?” I repeat with a grin. He nods his head, brushing his fingers over the area. He leans closer, his hand pushing the hair back as he looks at my neck with a soft smile. His pale blue eyes glance up to mine.
He looks in between the both of my eyes, his hand resting on the back of my neck. “It’s really beautiful, you’re really beautiful.” He says softly. I feel my body tense at the eruption of butterflies swarming through my veins. 
He laughs, not breaking eye contact with me. His hand on my knee rubs reassuringly. “Relax.” He directs. I flush with embarrassment, looking up at his fluffy hair, too ashamed to look in his eyes. 
“Thank you.” I mumble, trying to keep my lips in the tight smile. His hand moves from the back of my neck, rubbing down onto my shoulder. His fingertips trace in light circles, causing me to pull my chest further into the cushion. 
I look down back into his eyes, feeling as if I’m glancing at art. Something too heavenly to think is real. His finger intertwine in my hair softly. I grimace at the sensitive ache in my scalp, his hand dropping immediately with a look of concern. 
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to pull your-” “You’re okay, I caught it in a car door earlier.” I lie. He nods, furrowing his eyebrows. 
Fuck. I don’t even have access to any car or even have a garage. He knows I walk to school.
I bite the inside of my cheek, looking to the side as I push down my knuckles, hearing the crack. 
“Want to watch Lemonade Mouth again?” He suggests. I smile, looking back over at him with a urgent nod. He laughs, standing up and holding out a hand. I place my own in it, letting him help me up from the swinging sofa. 
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diorsluv · 1 month
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feather , part 35
“ i’m up, where i’m at ”
series m. list previous chapter
slightly (ish) suggestive again, nothing extremely explicit (kind of)
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yourusername i love my boyfriend and his silly little friends
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lhughes_06 why does trevor get his own picture when I’M your boyfriend
→ yourusername it’s because he’s secretly the favorite but don’t tell him i said that
→ lhughes_06 but it makes it look like you’re dating him and not me ☹️
→ yourusername lukey no it doesn’t dw
→ trevorzegras I KNEW I WAS THE FAVORITE
lhughes_06 also you’re so sappy and i love you more
→ yourusername ☺️
rutgermcgroarty “silly little friends” is crazy but we sorta love you too so we’ll let it slide
→ yourusername quit acting like you’re so indifferent to me 🙄
→ rutgermcgroarty luke would beat us up if we professed our love to you
→ lhughes_06 very true
username20 i’ve been waiting MONTHS for this to happen
username9 my cuties
adamfantilli you suck at basketball
→ yourusername it was a 3v1. you’re like 6’2. you’re all men.
→ adamfantilli and??? you would probably lose against mackie’s sisters too
→ mackie.samo is that a dig against my sisters
→ adamfantilli NO i’m just saying that she’s really bad and it doesn’t matter who she plays against 😰😰
→ mackie.samo uh huh… i got my eye on you
username77 there seems to be a recurring trend with the shopping carts..
→ username43 they just love the shopping carts
_quinnhughes burger king??
→ yourusername THE KING OF THE BURGERS 🙏
→ lhughes_06 she wanted a milkshake
→ _quinnhughes so if she wanted to drive your car into a tree would you let her
→ yourusername WHAT no why would he ever let me do that
→ lhughes_06 yes i would and then i’d just buy another car
→ yourusername LUKE NO
mackie.samo you know what would be really funny
→ yourusername i have a feeling it’s not gonna be funny
→ yourusername but go ahead
→ mackie.samo what if barclay and super why came back
→ lhughes_06 who the fuck are barclay and super why
→ lhughes_06 OH WAIT
→ yourusername god i hope not
→ mackie.samo 🫢
→ yourusername ur thinking up some devious shit aren’t u mack
→ lhughes_06 stop praying on our downfall man
luca.fantilli what the flippity flapjacks i’m not in the post
→ yourusername that’s the exact reason you’re not in the post
→ luca.fantilli MAN WHAT THE CRAP
→ yourusername stop this rn
→ adamfantilli mom and dad said they’re disowning you
→ luca.fantilli GOSH DIDDLY DARN IT 😔
→ markestapa what the fuck
username10 NO RESTRICTED COMMENTS THE DAY HAS FINALLY COME
edwards.73 i heard your back break when we all piled on top of you
→ yourusername i’m actually in the hospital rn because of your ass
→ edwards.73 aw my ass is so fat you’re in the hospital!! 😘
→ yourusername ha ha ha. 😒
→ lhughes_06 bro stop trying to seduce my girlfriend
→ edwards.73 I’M NOT THOUGH??!!
→ lhughes_06 THEN LEAVE HER ALONE
username62 tell me why that first pic is so fucking obx coded
→ username27 OH MY GOD IT IS
→ username15 YOU’RE SO RIGHT??
dylanduke25 i’m so hot
→ yourusername yes you are duker 🫶🫶
→ lhughes_06 oh ☹️
→ dylanduke25 you’re so whiny luke YOU’RE LITERALLY DATING HER
colecaufield the leafs hoodie..
→ yourusername i won’t name drop but i think you can tell who it is 😰
→ rutgermcgroarty 🫢
→ markestapa 😱
→ lhughes_06 😟
→ trevorzegras 😥
→ adamfantilli 😧
→ colecaufield WHICH ONE OF YOU WAS IT
→ yourusername he refuses to admit who he is
jackhughes i think my heels touched the back of my head
→ yourusername that’s an outer banks quote if i’ve ever seen one 🫡
→ lhughes_06 jj maybank dupe
→ jackhughes you wish you were a jj maybank dupe lhughes_06
→ lhughes_06 you’re not even blond 🙄
username17 how does it feel to LIVE MY DREAM luke 😔
→ yourusername i’m willing to split my love between you and luke 🫶
markestapa posting me shirtless while dating my best friend?? scandalous 😱
→ yourusername stop trying to instigate random shit mark
username98 too cute 💗
elblue6 you two never change 💖💖
→ yourusername ily mama hughes 🥰
→ lhughes_06 mom i lost a sock
_alexturcotte crazy how i’m not in ANY of the pictures 😊😊😊
→ yourusername all you boys are so needy
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yourusername stop it you’re making me blush 🤬
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msamoskevich this is so unaesthetic
→ lhughes_06 like you could do better???
→ msamoskevich i could actually
→ yourusername THAT’S WHAT I KEEP TELLING HIM
→ msamoskevich babe you gotta fix your man
→ yourusername i’ll make him my little aesthetic boy don’t you worry
→ lhughes_06 should i be scared
→ msamoskevich be terrified 😍
username86 they’re actually so in love that it physically pains me
username20 horrible taste in froyo but it’s okay they’re cute together
markestapa pottery..???
→ lhughes_06 shut up it makes her happy
→ yourusername shut up it makes me happy
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→ yourusername yay
edwards.73 GO KARTS
→ lhughes_06 ik u wanna be us so bad
→ edwards.73 I DO
→ yourusername fanboy type shit
_quinnhughes you guys are always teaming up against all of us
→ lhughes_06 and???
→ yourusername you got a problem with it??
→ _quinnhughes yes i do actually
→ lhughes_06 suck it up
→ yourusername walk it off
username4 i need someone to take me on a date like luke does with our lil drizz
username31 those toppings…
trevorzegras 🤮
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→ jackhughes 🤮
→ _quinnhughes 🤮
→ rutgermcgroarty 🤮
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→ lhughes_06 goddammit
adamfantilli god i hate you both
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→ yourusername the feeling is mutual!!! 😘
→ lhughes_06 why the kissy face 🤨🤨
→ yourusername I’M SORRY
→ lhughes_06 it’s okay 😁
username22 MY CUTIES
username15 gross yuck barf vomit (oh my god he’s so in love)
username49 buy the ring rn luke.
rutgermcgroarty if you don’t stop posting about each other holy shit
→ lhughes_06 me and my girl at your service 🫡
→ yourusername me and my man at your service 🫡
→ rutgermcgroarty do you just copy everything he says
→ yourusername do you just get on my nerves to piss me off
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dylanduke25 you should see our dms
→ lhughes_06 oh god
→ yourusername THERES NOTHING WRONG WITH OUR DMS
→ dylanduke25 yeah except you complain to me every time he breathes in a girl’s direction
→ yourusername THATS NOT TRUE
→ lhughes_06 awww you’re jealous?
→ yourusername NO
→ lhughes_06 it’s okay to be a little jealous sometimes i know it’s hard
→ yourusername SHUT UP I DONT GET JEALOUS
luca.fantilli WE GET IT UR DATING
→ lhughes_06 WE GET IT UR JEALOUS
→ luca.fantilli 🖕
username57 pop quiz who hates dryshughes the most
→ lhughes_06 trick question they all hate us equally
jamie.drysdale my sister won’t stop talking about you MAKE HER SHUT UP
→ lhughes_06 i have a lot of ways i can shut her up
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→ yourusername LUKE
→ _quinnhughes LUKE
→ jackhughes LUKE
→ lhughes_06 WHAT ITS NOT LIKE IM LYING
mackie.samo IS THAT GO KARTING DATE THE REASON SHE SKIPPED OUR WEEKLY SPONGEBOB MARATHON
→ lhughes_06 ……….no……?
→ mackie.samo LUKE WARREN HUGHES
→ lhughes_06 THERES NO NEED FOR THE GOVERNMENT NAME
colecaufield aw you two are adorable
→ lhughes_06 you’re like the uncle no one invited to the family reunion
→ colecaufield absolutely uncalled for
→ yourusername LUKEY WHAT
→ lhughes_06 that was a bit mean i apologize
→ colecaufield just a bit huh???
jackhughes apparently mom shows dad every single post you make about lil drizz
→ lhughes_06 i know he keeps texting me about it
→ _quinnhughes he has like 20 burner accounts so he can like all your posts
→ lhughes_06 wait WHAT
→ lhughes_06 is that who keeps liking my posts like a second after i post them
username83 remember the song quoting era yall were so cute trying to be slick
username50 wondering when luke will finally start sharing his gf
→ lhughes_06 never
_alexturcotte so you’re like her uber driver
→ lhughes_06 i guess so
→ _alexturcotte you guess so?? 😭
→ lhughes_06 i mean i’m also like her golfer
→ _alexturcotte golfer????
→ lhughes_06 i fill her holes up pretty good too
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→ yourusername LUKE WHAT THE FUCK
→ jackhughes bro we all saw that
→ markestapa THERES NO POINT IN DELETING IT CUZ TURCS SENT A SS IN THE GC
→ trevorzegras YOU’RE NOT FUCKING SLICK MY DUDE
→ lhughes_06 maybe i’m not but she is fs trevorzegras
→ rutgermcgroarty UR JUST MAKING IT WORSE MAN
→ jamie.drysdale GOOD FUCKING LORD THATS MY SISTER
→ adamfantilli WHAT THE HELLLLL 🗣️
series m. list notes ) so TECHNICALLY this is the epilogue and the last chapter of the feather au (it doesn’t really feel like it is) but i mean i’m ofc going to be open to you guys sending requests and thoughts about my dryshughes babies because we all love them too much and i might also add more bonus chapters like later on and stuff but yeah!! i guess this is the end… for now 😈
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gundawifey · 14 days
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𝕄𝕒𝕞𝕒'𝕤 𝔹𝕠𝕪
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Bo Sinclair x Fem! Reader Smut !18+! !MDNI! Syn. Bo has the tendency to compare his wife to his mom, and she's getting real sick of it. Tags. unprotected sex, p in v, housewife-reader, toxic/dysfunctional marriage, implied verbal abuse, mommy-kink, hurt/comfort, slightest breeding-kink, mommy-issues (Bo's, not child's), Bo & reader's son's name is Billy, (no use of y/n) Word Count. 2.9k
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Droplets of scalding oil fly off the heavily greased pan and hit your skin like prickles, shit hurts. Not as much as your eardrums do, though, same as your other arm you aren't using to hold the handle of the pan that's carrying the twenty-five-pound toddler in your other arm that's screaming bloody murder. 
"'Wanna play outside! MORE PLAYTIME!" another shriek of baby babbles wrecks the barrier protecting the shell of your ear. You groan, attempting to bounce Billy while also attempting to not burn the dinner on the pan, yeah that'd hurt more. Bo's been working 'round Ambrose all day, as usual, you don't need two temper tantrums to deal with over a burnt supper.
"God damn.." You suck in a breath when Billy knees into your side and you almost drop the food cooking. He's a growing boy for sure, pudgy small legs of his grown enough to land some fatal kicks. Bo would've laughed, except it's not funny, not when you're the one dealing with the kid all day. "You can't go outside, it's late baby." You try and reason with the kid, but you know, he's a kid.
"No! Wanna play! WANNA PLAY OUTSIDE!" He retorts, it's a nonexistent counter-point, not like he could make one anyway, his vocabulary is as small as he is. 
Another bubble of sizzling oil scars your wrist shaking the pan and you damn near snap at it. All things considered, to say you were overwhelmed is an understatement. The grip you have on Billy snugs and you let go of the panhandle, leaving the frying food on the stove, instead drifting your full attention to Billy's. 
"Enough." You elongate your words, mommy voice pitching deep and you wrap both hands around him, staring him down. "Daddy's gonna be home soon and that means supper then bed for you, no more playtime, 'specially when it's dark out." You scold. Billy whines and tosses around in your arms, dramatic showmanship but doesn't screech back at you anymore, at least. 
At this point, your patience is out the window, and while thank god your ears ain't bleeding, you need the toddler to just calm down so you can get back to finishing up dinner. About to burst, the door swings open first, cutting off the next little lecture you were going to dump on Billy, familiar taps on the old wooded floor, Bo's home. 
His boot turns and he grins at you and Billy, stepping to the kitchen quickly. "How're my babies?" Bo said before he could really process the exact situation he stepped into. 
Turning to face Bo rather than the miniature of him in your arms, your brows furrow at him, and Billy just keeps, whining. Squirming around in your arms while you glare at Bo, not that you're mad at him, okay maybe you are but not justifiably, at the moment you're just mad. Bo doesn't acknowledge it, instead looking around then to the stove. 
Shit, dinner. 
"You burnt supper," He gestures to the now char-blacked mix of ingredients inside the pan, nose and eyes crinkling in disgust at it. Funny, he's seen plenty of burnt shit, like corpses, but god forbid his dinner be burnt. 
You choose to ignore the statement. "Can you take him?" You ask instead, reaching your arms outward for Bo to take Billy out of them. He wails between your arms, tiny nails digging into your skin while you try to hand him to Bo, let him help out. 
"Can't handle him yourself?" Bo replies and doesn't take Billy out your arms, raising a judgemental brow at you. 
"Just take him so I can fix the food." You respond, nudging your chin up in the direction of Billy for Bo to take him, but he doesn't.
"Bo." His name parts from you in a restrained growl. 
Billy is out of your arms into Bo's now, but there isn't any sweetness in the expression Bo gives you when he does. Mercy isn't present in his gesture, taking the kid and giving you another judgy look in lieu of a willing expression as he does. 
Circling between the kitchen to living room Bo rocks Billy over his shoulder, letting him wail it out till he gets exhausted by his fit. Eventually, the whines soften to snores. A momentary silence as Bo rocks him in his arms, you opting out of remaking the earlier failed meal with Billy now sound asleep. For a second your eyes meet Bo's while you wash the burnt remains off of the pan, as he walks off with the sleeping toddler to put him to bed.
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"Need help with that too?" He balances himself against the hardwood kitchen counter clicking his tongue from behind you, there's the tiniest amount of condescension in his voice. See that, that shit hurts a lot more than hot oil. Can't control that mouth of his, has a mind of its own, he told you once too many times by now when, if, he'd bother to check up on you after airing out his bullshit onto you. 
"No." You've learned not to engage with whatever got him pissed by now, not with Bo. Vincent doesn't, hell even Lester doesn't, why would you? Would be stupid to. Not like he hits you or anything anyway, just mouths off sick filth with absolutely no filter. Got the worst of tempers but he does enough gutting and beating in his own time when getting Vincent his wax muses.
A mock laugh erupts from Bo and he tilts himself forward to your side of the kitchen, leaning over the sink to look you in the eye. Once again, you ignore the bubbling rage emanating from him, boiling up. But you can handle heat. Spend half your day on the frypan taking care of the boys, even if it means the boys just burn you twice as much. 
Bo sucks in his teeth, and you can feel the room getting warmer, not the arousing kind, Bo's signature can be being a horny fucking mess, but also an angry one. "I don't get it." He scoffs, shaking his head at the unsaid words he isn't even gonna try and hold back on. "It's one kid, for fucks sake."
Now this, you know where this one's going. Reuccering theme of your husbands, the never-ending need to nitpick at your parenting. He bitches about damn well everything, but there are those times you feel the tips of your nerves itch all wrong, like a sixth sense at this point when he's about to spit those abhorrent words. 
"My Mama managed fine with three so," Ah, there it is, your least favourite words to ever grace God's green earth. Broken record at this point with how often Bo brings it up. 'My Mama never-' 'My Mama did-' Words that seemed to toss any left sanity you had in you into the fire you thought you had grown used to, but no you didn't. Because it burns more hellish each time it's said. 
"I'm sure she did." Your teeth grit while you speak feigning little control as you try and remain docile, not to fan the flame any further. 
"Shouldn't be burnin' dinner, you know your way 'round a fire." He adds, voice raising with each sentence. Damn straight you know your way around a fire, dealing with Bo's frenzies all the time, you've gone numb to the temperature he inflicts with his tongue.
"Billy was having a tantrum." You gently defend.
"You call that a tantrum?" Bo snorts, taunting the notion. "Small lil hissy-fit at best, darlin'. My Mama ain't never burnt no meals over my tantrums." 
"Well, I'm not your Mama." You snarl cutting him off, pupils jolting away from the dish you were scrubbing to Bo's. Sick and tired is one way to describe the crazy you were experiencing right now at Bo's statements. A band snapping in the kitchen between you and him 
The edge of his shoulders stiffens into a line, and for the first time since you've known him, you think you've burnt him instead. A woefully pathetic air casts in his over his eyes, turning pitiable. "No, you're not." He replies as if he's testing the words, tasting them in his mouth as he verbalizes them, and they taste bittersweet sort of wrong. An unfortunate truth. 
Not sure if you're more shocked at yourself, or Bo right now you simply pause at the sight. Bo is, in fact, not yelling back at you. Shutting you up in some pseudo-volume battle that'd sure to have woken up anyone asleep in the house. Instead, he just looks at you like a kicked dog, not too far from what he was, his life considered.
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The air goes cold, bedsheets feeling extra plush around you, that sort of featherlight coolness engulfing you on the bed, odd. Rarely cold in Ambrose, even in the dead of night. Much less soft, you're more used to suffocating in heat, wax requires it to meld and shape, And Bo pours it out in all his hot-headed tantrums you get burdened with. 
Bed post creaking you look over your shoulder from your side and the familiar dip on the other side has Bo there finding his usual spot beside you. 
This isn't hellfire hot, this is limbo, off-putting quietude, yet not tranquil. A second passes and Bo just stares off at the rusted ceiling. Did you break Bo? Did you fuck it up this time, like seriously fuck it up with what you said? More disturbed by the blue tune of silence than hollering, you turn completely to him. 
"Uhm," You start, unsure of where you're going with your question. "You still mad at me?" If he was, you're sure you would've known it, Bo doesn't shy away from his anger or showcasing it. Still, you question. 
"I'm not mad at you, darlin'." Bo sighs, shutting his eyes to avoid yours, wrinkles of the eyelid creasing in some kind of negative emotion.
Gently rolling to Bo's side you land atop his chest pressing your cheek flat against it, hearing the thump of his heart, familiarized with it by now. His arm finds place around your side rubbing your back instinctively. "Just, you know, my Mama... My Mama was real different than ya. Different to how you're with Billy."
There's an internal tick being set off because you've heard him sing this song too many times, about his Mama. Not that you had anything against the lady, bless her for raising your man, and bless your man for respecting her, it's sweet. But it's the constant comparing that had you getting all worked up.
"Different to how you're with me..." He adds, swallowing back a lump, and perhaps if you haven't gone crazy officially, a tear as well. So, this is not where you were expecting the conversation to go. Bo's not mad, not picking at you for the expectation his mother set. 
"You're so, so patient. With Billy, with me." He praises, he's praising you. Not mad, not disappointed, grateful. "Don't hurt me, at all, only," He groans, the bridge of his brow pinching, eyes still shut as he speaks. A vulnerability in his tone. "You only do me good. Make me feel good."  He means it all, with complete genuineness. Almost as though he's shocked at you for it, 'cause Bo's never seen you hit Billy, the kid's only got scars from scruffy tree branches that scrapped his knees. Bo's are all too vivid, leather and duct tape that's no longer there but still stings in his wrists and ankles. Never knew a woman could get so gentle, not with how his mama was, yet you were.
You smooth a hand over his chest where you lay, up to his cheek, hovering over his waterline wiping off the tears before they've fallen with a soft motion. "Shh, Bo." You soothe.
"Christ darlin'. You're such a good Mommy..." Bo murmurs, releasing a shaky breath, opening his eyes to look at you. Disbelief apparent from the quake rumbling through the way he speaks right now. He mumbles something else intangible and pulls you flush closer to him. 
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Sweat salts your skin, snapping hips up and down against each other room re-enveloped with familiar warmth while you swallow him whole. 
"O-Ohh.. S'good, such a good boy, Bo." You warble in mixed moans, absolutely drenching the sheets under the round of your ass Bo pounding languidly into your gushing cunt. Tips of your finger pushing indents into the muscle of his back. 
Fervor spilled through his mind as you tugged him down closer, pussy sucking him in the same. Pulling then pushing his cock by the full till the tip nearly slipped out then slamming in deeper. "Fuck yeah, feels good Mommy? I makin' you feel so good, huh?" He purred, dipping his head into the crook of your neck breath fanning right over your ears fuzzing out the sound of his balls slapping against your ass. "Oh fuuuck, Grippin' me like crazy, Mommy." 
Saliva doused into the crook of your neck, Bo sucking in the skin and lapping at it. Wanting to kiss you whole, fuck you full. Maybe fill you with another baby, because you've done so well with the first he's given you. Another time, though, right now all that swelled was his cock lodged deep into you and awe in his mind. 
You tossed your legs around his waist, shivers twisting the inside of your abdomen, Bo fucks good every time. His mouth is so much more lovable stuck on the sensitive inches of your flesh making out hickeys and love bruises rather pissy words. "Close! Mommy's s-so close!" You gasp, tugging him closer, close as can be so his body heat can burn you right, the way you deserved it. 
Feeling you pull him till bodies melded like molten wax, and your insides warming his cock, clenching in a steady increase, Bo hugged his arms around your waist. Pelvis slamming harder, quicker against yours, increased pace jackhammering your cunt. 
"Cum f'me. Come on, Cum for me, pretty Mama. Cum all over my cock Mommy," His voice mumbled in a strained groan, bordering a whimper, heavy breathed against the sticky spot he'd left into the corner of your neck and shoulder while he pushes you to climax.
Felt good to burn like this, to be loved by Bo. Your brain turned to mush and white stars of bliss flooded from your spasming cunt to your brain. "Fuck, Ohh yes! Cumming! Cumming!" Gripping his cock so tight he almost came right there and then, but graced himself while he plunged deep into you restlessly, riding out the onslaught of euphoria that burned your veins. 
You were fucked out, that much was certain, first orgasm hit hard, harder than any words he could beat you with. Already stressed out day, Bo fixing that for you, dutiful husband the such. Rolling his hips in slower motions as you calm down from your high, your thighs clamp around his hips feeling the sting of sex continue passed your orgasm.  
"Stay wimme Mommy, gimme one more, yeah?" Bo tilted his head, raising it so it hovered over your forehead, staying atop you with a lustful adoration in his eyes. He was lucky, that much was certain. Not much luck in his life, crazy dead daddy and mommy, favourite freak of a twin brother, got you though. He got himself the sweetest baby mama a man could ask for. That shit is the best luck if he'd ever felt it.
"One more, sweet Mommy, and I'll fuck ya full. Mhm?" He cooed, pressing his lips to yours and snapping his cock into you, regaining his previous pace as your pussy relaxed around him. Building his thrusts back into quickness while hugging you close, kissing you with love.
You warmed impossibly hot, like an unbridled flame. Clinging to him while he does to you, because you're his everything, because you're his wife, his mommy, his darling. "O-Oh, Oh god Mommy, gonna... Gonna-" Bo choked out, cock throbbing in you with each slap of his balls against your ass. body churning and tense fucking you quick as could be.
"Me too- Oh fuck!" You felt it coming harder than a tidal wave this time, Bo nearing his as well. Your eyes rolled behind your skull and Bo slammed his lips to yours again to shut his own pornish moans from spilling out, your pussy driving him to pure rapture.  
Ecstasy ran through you two's bodies and he delved his cock straight into you in a final thrust of needed high, balls tightening and spilling deep into you with strangled cries of pleasure filling your lips that parted his. Teeth clattering messily against each other while he rode out his high in your spasming pussy, you washing into the second state of bliss the night cumming hard around his cock.
Bo could be a horrid husband at times, but God be damned, was he a grateful one. So grateful, wanted to send you to heaven, and push you through it over and over. Hoping to keep the fire churning in you forever. 
But for now, his dick was spent. And his Mommy was already exhausted as be taking care of his kid all day, and also getting fucked stupid by him. He pulled out with a grunt and flopped to his side in the bed. "Supper would've been good, now." He mumbles in a snort, wrapping his loose-jointed arm around your waist and rubbing a hand over your bare curves.
"Don't even start.." You grumble softly, before letting out a soft giggle, the type that makes him go stupider than emptying his balls in you. A dumb grin overtook his face and he smiled at you, rolling slightly in the bed to face you. 
"Sorry, darlin'." Sorry's only happen after Bo fucked you, not after he yells, never after he scalds you with words. But you'll take it, if it meant getting dicked down by the best man in Ambrose. 
"It's okay." You reply in a soft sigh, nuzzling against him. His perfect Mommy.  
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Delicate - Chapter Two: Maroon
3.7k / pairing: joel miller x f!reader
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summary: despite some last minute reservations about meeting Joel, you throw yourself into the date, but it doesn't go according to plan.
A/N: Ahhhhh oh my God - @hellishjoel and I are so excited to bring you the second chapter of Delicate! We're having the best time with this little pairing already and we hope they manage to worm their way into your hearts just like they have with us! We're taking turns in posting the chapters of this - so please make sure you're following both of us to keep up to date!
warnings: mentions of being a single parents, rom-com vibes, foul language, a bestie who is nothing but trouble, Joel being terrible at dating in general, a lil smattering of angst, mentions of food & alcohol consumption.
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There’s a flow of peace that settles across you when the door to Noah’s room clicks shut. You love him, he’s the best thing that ever happened to you, and he keeps you afloat every day, but these moments, when he’s finally asleep and you can stop thinking for a minute, are the moments you crave each day. 
You settle down on the couch, mug of tea in hand, with the TV playing quietly, just for background noise more than anything, as you pick up your phone for the first time that evening. There’s a few emails, mainly about shopping sales and holidays that you think you should book but never do - those are quickly deleted to stop any temptation of spending money on something that isn’t essential. There are a few messages from your mom, just confirming that she’ll pick Noah up from school tomorrow, what she’s planned for them to do and what she’ll feed him. You shoot a message off in reply that it all sounds good and that he’s excited for some quality time with his grandparents, because it’s true, and then you set your phone down on the coffee table and try to ignore it for a while. 
You finish your tea and queue up a few episodes of a show you’ve been meaning to catch up on - something mindless that people at work always seem to talk about. So mindless that it actually sends you to sleep. You wake with a jolt a few hours later. The house is still quiet, which means Noah hasn’t decided he’s still got too much energy and needs to burn it off by jumping on the bed or pulling some of his toys out. You sigh, checking the time to see it’s almost midnight. 
You gather your stuff, put the mug in the sink to deal with in the morning before trudging up to bed. There’s a moment at the top of the stairs, where you think it would be so easy to flop down on the bed and forgo the rest of your responsibilities, but you’ve got your mother’s voice in the back of your mind, something about wrinkles and pores and how bad it is to sleep in your makeup, so you turn left into the bathroom, cover your skin in serums and creams and then finally, just after midnight, you fall into bed. 
Knowing it’s bad to look at your phone this late at night, once you’ve set your alarm, you click open the godforsaken Hinge app that Dixie had insisted on setting you up on. So far, after six months, you’d been on a fair few first dates, three second dates and had a God awful one night stand, but nothing had been sticking, no-one seemed to be exactly what you were looking for. You’d promised her that you’d try though, so as had become a nightly ritual for you, you set about giving away your daily likes, not really paying a huge amount of attention until he pops up for you. Joel. 45. From his first profile picture, the exact kind of man you’d been searching for. Rugged, handsome, 
Of the few photos he had on his profile, he was often donning a flannel or a simple short-sleeved shirt that curved around his biceps and broad shoulders. He always wore the same tilted smile, with dazzling eyes and dark hair with licks of silver. He was a handsome lumberjack of sorts. 
He looked to be an outdoorsman, at least two of Joel’s pictures were of him hiking a trail accompanied by a young girl, surrounded by greenery and tall rocks with the sunshine peeking through the branches. His face was glowing and tan from the light, his handsomeness so natural. Beautiful, even. 
Joel’s “Typical Sunday” consisted of a black coffee in the morning, followed by making burgers on the grill for him and his family before settling down to watch a Dallas Cowboys football game. That was a typical Sunday for a man, but it showed how he liked to unwind and that he was a family man. 
First, the mention of a family, plus that beautiful young woman in almost all of Joel’s pictures - a daughter, perhaps? Older than your own boy by quite a few years. He must have been on the younger side of having children if any of these assumptions were even correct. But there was something about knowing he also had a baby to be thinking of felt familiar, comforting, as they would always come first. 
 And it turns out that talking to him is pretty easy too. He’s charming, a slight insomniac like you, and from what you can tell from the slight back and forth you managed to have before you go to sleep, able to flirt a little with you too. It’s why when he asks to take you out you say yes without hesitation, it could be fun, he could be the one, who knows? 
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Mornings are always chaos. Half-eaten bowls of cereal on the table, a mug of coffee made with the best of intentions but sat to go cold, a rush of getting Noah dressed and in the car with everything he needed for school and then the annoyance of getting stuck in traffic on the way to drop him off, all coalesce to make you stressed as you help Noah out of the backseat. 
“Remember granny is picking you up this afternoon okay?” You ask, bending down to kiss his cheek as he fiddles with the straps of his backpack. 
“I know, mom.” He groans, using the back of his hand to wipe the kiss off his cheek. 
You smile, ruffle his hair a bit, because no matter how much he might protest, he will always be your baby, “Behave for her, okay?” You warn lightly with a smile, “She’ll bring you back home tomorrow.” 
Noah spots some of his friends across the playground and steps around you to make his way into school. You turn, hold your hand up in a wave and shout at him to have a good day. Noah turns, walking backwards to look at you, waving right back. 
“Have a good day, mom!” 
Underneath the way he’s growing up, he’s still the sweet little boy you knew you could raise on your own. You sit back in your car, picking your phone up to make sure you’ve got enough time to go to the store and stock up on some groceries, when you notice a notification from Hinge. It’s Joel. 
Just checking you’re still okay for tonight? 
For some reason, you sit and stare at it for a few minutes, fingers itching to type something, to confirm, but there’s that usual seed of doubt that appears after all this time that makes you want to tell him something’s come up, you’ll have to reschedule. After months and months of trying to find someone, to failed first date after failed first date, you wonder if it really is worth it, no matter how good of a match Joel Miller seems on paper. Is he really going to be worth getting dressed up for? You sigh, type out your usual message of I’m sorry, I think I might have to reschedule, when the screen is filled with the face of your best friend, trying to call you. 
“Hello?” 
“Hello sexy mama!” Dixie’s voice immediately soothes you, “How are you this fine morning?” 
“I’m okay,” You speak softly, plugging the phone into the car so you can speak to her as you drive, “Just dropped Noah off at school.” 
“How is my favourite man?” She asks. 
“Yeah, he’s good, he’s staying with my mom tonight so I think he’s just pleased to be away from me for a while.” 
“It’s like the universe read my mind!” Dixie exclaims on the other end of the phone, “Do you want to go out and get wine drunk tonight?” 
You stutter for a second, because you could, you could cancel with Joel, go out and drink cheap wine and dance with your friend, but before you can say anything, Dixie picks up on your hesitation. 
“OH MY GOD!” She all but screeches, “Do you have a hot date tonight?!” 
You grumble a little, because how is she always so attuned to you like this? 
“Yeah, although I don’t know if I’m gonna go.” 
“Why not?” 
You sigh again, “I don’t know if it’s worth it anymore?” You offer. 
“Girl, get outta here with that attitude!” She chastises, “Is he hot?” 
You grumble a little again, but you can’t deny it, Joel is hot, “Yes.” 
“Well then,” You can hear her clap her hands in the background, clearly having you on speaker so she can go about her business, “If he’s hot, then there’s no harm in it, forget me and my wine, go out, drink wine with your hot mystery stranger and get fucked, girl!” 
“Dixie!” You screech, “I’m not fucking him.” 
“Whatever you say, girl!” She shouts down the phone, “If you cancel, I’m kicking your ass, okay?” You sigh, once again, something you’re getting more and more used to these days, “Have fun and be safe!” 
And then all you can hear is the dial tone from where she’s hung up on you. You think about it all the way around the grocery store, she wouldn’t know if you did cancel, would she? But you’ve known her long enough to know she’d sniff a lie out of you in seconds. So, when you settle down at your desk, you pull out your phone and send Joel a reply to confirm the plans you made last night, and then spend the rest of the work day trying not to work yourself up about the whole thing. 
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You don’t think that the anxiety of waiting for a date to show up will ever get easier. Stood just inside the doorway of the restaurant Joel had chosen, you’re chewing at the skin around your thumbnail. Did you dress right? Do you look okay? When he turns up will he look like his pictures or not? Will he lean in for a kiss on the cheek? Do you give him a hug? You’d like to think of yourself as a seasoned pro at this now, but those first few awkward moments always made you anxious - there was no second chance at first impressions. 
You needn’t have worried about Joel though. When the door opens and he stands in front of you, he is exactly the man you’d studied on that app. Taller than you, broad and big. Scruff, peppered with gray across his face, though it’s neatly kept, just like this hair, although more unruly, it’s still peppered with grays and it suits him. He’s wearing dark jeans, and a flannel that you think must be saved for best. You step closer, open your arms. Joel leans down, and does indeed press a kiss to your cheek, one of his wide palms pressed lightly on your lower back as he hugs you back a little. 
“Nice to meet you, Joel.” You smile when he pulls away. 
“You too, ma’am.” He smiles back at you, and you can tell he’s nervous. 
“What have I told you about that?” You tease as you step towards the hostess, Joel giving her his name, you hope the slight teasing will put him at ease, you remember just what it was like when you started dating for the first time, and as much as you want to have a good time, you want to make sure Joel is having a good time too. 
She picks up two menus, leads the two of you to a table at the edge of the restaurant. Joel pulls your chair out for you, pushing it gently under you as you sit down. The light is low, and there’s a thrum of chatter across the whole restaurant as you open the menu, glancing your eyes over the choices. 
“Do you want to share a bottle of wine?” You ask, finger skimming the list of wines available. 
Joel nods, “Sure thing, darlin’.” 
You smile, looking down at the menu, deciding you much prefer darling to ma’am, especially in that sweet southern drawl of his. When the waitress returns, you both order food and a bottle of wine, which is quickly brought to the table, uncorked, with the dark red liquid poured into two glasses. The waitress leaves the bottle on the table as you raise your glass, Joel following suit, clinking them together before you take a sip. 
You’re watching as he does the same, a smaller sip than you, and then watch as his nose crinkles and he coughs a little. It makes you laugh, putting your glass down to cover your mouth a little. 
“Dunno why I said yes,” He shakes his head, “Fuckin’ hate wine.” 
You can’t help but properly laugh now, hoping that it puts him a little at ease. You reach over the table, lay your hand on his wrist just a touch, “What would you prefer to drink?” 
You don’t miss the way he subtly drags his wrist back from your touch, covering it by scratching at the skin on the side of his hand, but you don’t let it bother you. You’re a touchy person, it’s what makes you feel at ease mostly, but that doesn’t mean it works for Joel, so you fold your hands back in your lap. 
“Usually beer,” He mumbles, flagging down the waitress as she walks past to ask for just that, “Or whiskey.” 
“I don’t mind a beer,” You offer, trying to make light conversation, “But whiskey makes my throat burn.” 
He doesn’t offer much of a reply apart from a short hum from his mouth, his attention moving from you to the room around you, letting the table fall into silence. You look down at your lap, trying to think of things to say whilst you wait for your food. 
“So, Sarah, right?” You ask after his daughter, it’s something the two of you have in common at least, “You must be super proud of her, medical school is incredible.” 
“Yeah,” He says simply, “She’s a very smart girl.” 
You expect him to ask after Noah, ask him a little about what he’s like, maybe what his favourite subjects are at school or whether he’s in any sports clubs or anything, but he doesn’t offer anything else to you, doesn’t ask any questions. 
There’s a lull in the conversation, saved by the waitress dropping your meals in front of you, fresh tomato pasta with chicken for you and steak and mashed potatoes with asparagus for Joel. You swirl your fork through the pasta, scooping some into your mouth as Joel cuts into his steak. Your eyes are trained on him, watching how he eats - it’s one of your big tests, table manners, and to be fair to him, he passes with flying colours - sure he eats a bit fast, but it’s nothing off-putting, and he seems to be able to use a knife and fork properly and chew with his mouth closed, which is a far cry from the last person you’d been out with. 
“You look really good tonight,” You offer, setting your fork down for a moment, “The flannel is very Texas.” 
You think in the dim light you can see him flush a little, and you’ve not said anything that isn’t true, he does look good. Fucking great actually. Joel finishes swallowing, takes a swig of his beer. 
“Thank you,” He tips his head towards you, “You look nice too,” He brings his hand up to his face to motion, “Rosy cheeks.” 
You try not to let your disappointment show, it is a compliment after all, so you put all your focus back down into your meal, the two of you finishing your food in a rather awkward silence - you willing Joel to ask you something, to start a conversation, anything really. You watch as Joel pushes the asparagus around his plate after eating two of the spears, finishing off his steak and potatoes but leaving the rest of the greens. 
When the waitress comes back to clear your plates, she asks if you’d like the dessert menu. You look to Joel, who tips his head in a way to say it’s up to you, but this has quite possibly been the most excruciating few hours of your life, so you drain your glass of wine, tip the last of the bottle into the glass and sit to wait for the bill. 
“Listen,” Joel starts, dragging your attention from the bottom of your glass to him, a look of slight regret on his face, “I ain’t too good at all this,” He tries to explain, “It’s been a long time and I’m a little rusty.” 
You kind of want to wring his ass for it a little, but underneath his apparent disinterest, you can still see the nerves of the guy who first walked through the door, and you get it, you think you’d been similar when you first started dating again, but you don’t think you’d completely lost the ability to think of a single question. 
Joel insists on paying the bill and you don’t fight him for the privilege of splitting it - you think it might upset some of that southern chivalry he has and for someone else they’ll love that. It’s a silent affair as you both stand up, gather your things. 
“How are you getting home?” Joel asks, holding the front door open for you. 
“I can just grab a cab,” You smile, “How about you?” 
He points to a truck, “Only had one so I can drive home,” He explains, “Do you mind if I wait with you for your cab?” He asks, “I’d feel better knowing you get in one safe.” 
“Of course,” You smile, “The hostess called one for me, so it shouldn’t be long.” 
There’s another lull in conversation, thankfully your cab arrives quickly, saving the silence from falling into awkwardness again. Joel beats you to the door, opening it for you. 
“I would say it’s been nice meeting you,” He speaks, “But I feel like I made this real difficult, and I’m sorry for that.” 
Going to step into the cab, you stop, leaning down to put your bag in the back seat, pausing a little before you turn back around to him, meeting his eyes. They’re striking, dark brown and beautiful, and trying to tell you just how much he knows he’s messed up. It makes your heart sink because you feel that sadness too, knowing he had so much promise, that he understood you in a way you thought other people didn’t, without even needing to talk to you, he’s a single parent, he gets it, like other people don’t. It frustrates you, makes your breath catch in your throat and your eyes glass over. 
You bring a comforting hand to his shoulder, “It’s okay,” You add a smile at the end, “It takes some time to get used to this all again, I was the same,” You look down at your shoes,  “It’ll get easier each time you do it, I promise.” 
His head dips, regret flashed across his face, like he wishes he could go back and do it all over but better this time. 
“M’sorry, again,” His tone is low, morose even, then he dips, presses a soft kiss to your cheek, “Get home safe.” 
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You flop down on your bed, hand running over your face, wondering at what point it had gone wrong. He’d had so much potential, had seemed like he could be so right for you, so what went wrong? 
No sooner have you sent the ‘home safe’ message to Dixie, do you feel the soft vibrating of your phone. You answer, put the phone on loudspeaker and set it by your head. 
“So, how did it go?” 
You groan, “He had so much potential Dix,” You let out a pained noise, “I don’t know where it went wrong?!” 
“Oh honey,” She coos down the phone, aware more than anyone how much you wanted to be done with dating and finally have someone you could spend time with, “What happened?” 
“I don’t even know!” You exclaim, “Like, I could tell he was nervous, and this was his first date in years, but it was like he’d never spoken to a woman in his life, it was so hard!” 
You can hear her sucking on her teeth on the other end of the phone, “Are you being too hard on him?” She asks, “You always say the cocky men are no good because they’re rehearsed, maybe he just needs time to warm up?” 
“Dixie, I’d need a flamethrower to warm him up!” 
That gets a giggle out of her, “Mama, listen to me,” She goes into serious mode now, “Not everyone is as seasoned as you at this, and if this was his first date in years and he comes face to face with you? Of course he’s going to be nervous, you can’t write him off just for that honey.” 
That’s when your truth really hits out, “But what if I spend all that time warming him up and it’s a waste of time? He could turn out to be no good for me and then I’ve wasted so much time instead of trying to find the right person.” 
“Honey, respectfully, you’re forty, not at the end of your life, I promise that maybe spending some time trying to unravel someone a little instead of writing them off immediately might actually be worth it.” 
“I don’t know, Dix…” You trail off. 
“Just sleep on it, okay?” She offers, “See how you feel when you wake up before you send him the ‘thanks but no thanks’ message.” 
“Okay, I promise.” 
The two of your say goodbye to each other, you stay led on the bed for a while before you push yourself up, plug your phone into the charger, noticing the notification from Hinge when your screen lights up. You can see it’s Joel’s name that sits on the front screen. You sigh, sitting on the edge of the bed, weighing up whether to read it or not. Deciding that if you do read it, you’re likely to make a decision against what Dixie told you, so you leave the notification sitting there, get yourself ready for bed and then will yourself to sleep without going over every second of the date wondering what you could have done differently.
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lovely-keii · 3 months
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being their sibling
characters: tsukishima kei, oikawa tooru, suna rintarou
a/n: i write a fic every time i rewatch hq LOL sorry ik i said im abandoning this blog buuuut…happy bday to this blog!! (repost from 1/5 because tags broke :(( )
part 1
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TSUKISHIMA KEI
looks out for you, but he can’t help that hes so emotionally constipated :’( he tries to give you advice because he genuinely is concerned for you but just is unable to word anything properly. see: “you need to stop talking to that person, you’re being a pushover,” but he just wants you to realize you’re letting people walk all over you.
god forbid he has to comfort you because hes the wrong brother for that - you’re definitely in better hands with akiteru. he might walk in on you crying and contemplate if he’ll even say anything or just ignore it flat out, or he’ll say something like “don’t cry, you look stupid.” if you cry more, he’ll end up swallowing his pride and sitting next to you. he’ll groan and reluctantly, “fine, spill it.”
other than that, he’s going to be a sneaky little prick. definitely the type to take revenge on you if you annoy him. you eat the last piece of chocolate he was saving and suddenly you find your charger hidden deep under your bed. also loves to take things without your permission. “why? i’m just using it, it’s not like you need it now.”
if someone picks a fight with you, he’ll be quick to extract you from the situation before saying something ruder and harsher than usual to the person. and if you tell him you like someone from his team, he’s going to look at you like you’re crazy. “are you insane?!” he’s honestly more bewildered than upset. doesn’t let you anywhere near the gym. he can make an exception for yamaguchi though. “at least it’s not hinata…or worse, kageyama.”
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OIKAWA TOORU
your life is never boring with this guy as your brother. you’re literally being dragged everywhere, practices, shopping, team events… you’re like “i’m not even part of the team.” he goes “we can fix that!” and the next day you find out that you’re the manager for the boys’ volleyball team. huh, wonder how that happened.
oh my god, he MILKS you being his manager. “hold my drink, my fans are calling.” “y/n get my towel please.” you’re absolutely seething at the power trip that this guy is on. eventually, you start doing all that for his other team members and not for him, and he gets so whiney. “y/n you’ll get big ugly iwaizumi a towel but not your own sweet brother?!” that earns him a spike to the head from iwaizumi.
he tells you all the gossip about the school, because believe me, he knows A LOT of things. he’ll do his skin care while he forces you to listen to his gossip, cue him getting mad if you try to leave. everyone realizes why you two are siblings when you two walk down the halls and pull the exact same faces at the people he’s told you about in his gossip.
he makes you his little scapegoat for his fangirls. “oh, you want my number? you’ll have to ask y/n for that, they keep my phone with them during practice!” (you dont) “now, why don’t you girls hand all these gifts to my lovely sibling for me?” (you almost immediately chuck them at his face when you see him) but you know the best way to get back at him? when he sees you even slightly conversing with ushijima or kageyama, all hell breaks loose.
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SUNA RINTAROU
the devil if the devil was your brother. he takes the ugliest pictures of you, when you’re asleep, when you’re yelling, when you’re crying over a movie. he also loves to send you pictures of animals and send a “look at you in this picture, so cute”. he also takes your things without asking and never returns it, you’ll just find it in his bag one day.
he also is one to order you around, and it drives you mad. “pass me the remote, y/n.” “but it’s nearer to you.” “i’ll tell mom that you-” // “y/n get me a drink from the vending machine.” “why would i do that” “remember when you snuck out and i-” // “get my bag too when you get yours.” “no.” “what i post that one picture of you when you’re about to sneeze-”
but he’s always looking out for you. when creeps try to approach you, he’s quick to react by shooting them a nasty glare. he’s a silent kind of care. standing behind you on elevators, walking on the outer side of the sidewalk, staying up late til you come home and just telling you he just couldnt sleep. little do you know, it’s something he’s always done even as a kid. putting more food on your lunch box, holding the corner of tables when you pick something up so you don’t hit your head, returning your things that are sprawled around the house to your room so you don’t lose them.
and if he ever finds you crying over some guy, he sighs and sits down next to you. “why’re you crying over an idiot?” he then makes snappy insults at the expense of the guy, making you laugh. “see? you look better like that. now stop crying and let me get some sleep.” he closes the light and shuts the door on his way out.
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syntheticavenger · 3 months
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Someone Is Watching
Happy New Year's Eve y'all. This is written mostly for me because I know engagement is down on this site. If you like this, please reblog or leave a comment.
I'll leave a song for you to listen to while you read that was the inspiration for this piece.
Jax Teller x Female Reader
Word Count: 1K
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, language, mentions of a murder, stalking, mentions of burglary.
Summary | The untimely death of your stepfather should bring you comfort, freeing you and your mother from his illegal activities that have come to the surface, attraction much media attention. When a confession brings more to light, what once was a sense of relief now makes you a target.
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It isn’t that you want to be at his funeral.
It definitely isn’t sense of duty as his daughter – stepdaughter to be exact – that keeps you in your seat, looking straight ahead at the closed casket. Your mother doesn’t weep, her eyes focused on the flowers that adorn the top, her fingers gripping a balled up tissue, her mouth closed tightly.
Your mother is pissed.
Not that you can blame her. News photographers stand idly in the back, banished by your uncle who keeps them at bay while you ‘grieve’. Ever so often, you pat a dry tissue at your eyes, head down while you curse his name. You’re here for her, not for him. After all, there is safety in numbers.
There isn’t much you can do but clutch your mother’s hand, her eyes darting from her target to you, her frown softening.
“This is embarrassing,” your mother says through gritted teeth. “If he wasn’t dead already, I’d kill him.”
“Not here,” you shush, head down when his best friend kneels in front of your mother, tears in his eyes when he grips her hands.
“I’m so sorry about Michael,” he whispers. “May he rest in peace and I hope to God that you both get justice. It’s senseless and sick.”
Your mother reaches out and hugs him, her hands patting his back slowly as he hiccups in grief.
“With time, I hope,” your mother says quietly, letting him go as he bows his head to her, heading back to his seat.
“I haven’t slept in days,” your mother continues on when he leaves. “And I can’t deal with the police swarming the house. They’ve searched everything.”
“It’s fine, Mom,” you try to soothe. “They found everything as far as I know.”
“And my reputation,” your mother says in a near sob. “I worked so hard for him to throw it all away.”
“Don’t think about it. Not here.”
Your mother straightens her back, looking serenely at his casket, shaking her head in disgust.
“Of all the gangs he could cross, why did it have to be SAMCRO?”
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Only the two of you remain, Jax exhaling a line of smoke from his lips while he watches.
“You think they didn’t know?” Tig asks Jax, your mother kicking dirt on your stepfather’s fresh grave.
“Not sure. Guess we’ll find out soon enough.”
“The younger one seems a little stoic. Maybe she knows where the money was hidden.”
Jax shakes his head at Tig’s prediction.
“I don’t think so.”
“Why not?”
“She’d be long gone by now,” Jax points out.
“I don’t know, man, something doesn’t feel right.”
“He’s dead, that’s why. They’re mourning a piece of shit who doesn’t deserve their sympathy.”
“Or,” Tig counters, watching you look toward them. “Maybe they’re hiding the money and using this as an alibi, so we stay off their backs.”
“You don’t trust them,” Jax finishes for him.
“Gotta feeling is all.”
“Alright then. We’ll keep a close eye on them, okay?”
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Mary, your mother’s beloved housekeeper, looks surprised to see you when she rounds the corner.
“You startled me! I didn’t think you’d be here,” Mary says, exhaling a sigh of relief before fanning her face with her hand. “It was a struggle this morning. Your mother didn’t leave her usual list out for the dogs and I had been searching for hours and -”
“She’s not here?”
Mary shakes her head in denial.
“I thought you knew. She’d been talking about this trip since before your poor stepfather passed. Something about Paris? I don’t know, I’m so sorry. She seemed quite excited to leave and so I thought you would have gone with her.”
“No, I didn’t know she was…” you trail off, trying to think of the past conversations you’d had with her. “Paris? She didn’t mention that to me at all. She was upset that Michael was gone and that she needed time to process.”
Mary nods in understanding, your fingers reaching into your pocket to call your mother. Something doesn’t feel right, even as Mary continues on, dusting off the counters. It feels normal, the dogs barking playfully in the huge backyard, Mary humming to herself.
“Hi sweetheart,” your mother answers, her voice light. “Everything okay?”
“You’re on your way to Paris?” You can’t help but sound accusatory, even as she gives a light laugh.
“It’s much needed,” your mother answers. “Do you know they want to search my office? Me, of all people. Like I had something to do with his death. They think I was an accessory to his ill-gotten money.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were leaving?”
“It was quick, honey. Just a moment for me to get away and refocus.”
“When you are you planning to return?”
The pause is too long for your liking, Mary moving out of the living room and into the kitchen, still humming to herself.
“Mom?”
You hear the low sigh on the other end.
“I’m not.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Someone had to use the money, ill-gotten or not. It’s not like he could use it and when they investigate my office, they’ll know I found out where the money was after he was killed. I’ll be long gone.”
Your phone nearly drops from your hand, the room spinning when you think of the implications of her confession. You were followed earlier, long enough to know that the amount of eyes on your family has only intensified, not decreased like your mother had wanted to believe.
“Have you lost your mind?” you hiss. “What happens if they find out what you did?”
“They’ll only find out if you tell them and I raised you right, honey. You wouldn’t sell out your poor mother. They’ll go easy on you if you don’t tell them the truth. Lie to them, they’re a bunch of thugs who gallivant around like vigilantes.”
“Because that’s what they are, Mom.”
“Then I trust you’ll be careful of what you say.”
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rainylana · 10 months
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“Can’t sleep?”
Eddie Munson x female reader
summary: you and eddie can’t sleep.
warnings: mentions of postpartum, mentions of abuse and eddie’s dad, so much fluff it may kill you, mom reader! dad eddie!
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When he couldn’t sleep, he watched his baby. Watched her breath, stir in her sleep and make little noises and huffs. He’d pull up an old rocking chair wayne had given him, sit there with a pillow behind his back, often falling asleep. Tonight was one of those nights.
Her nursery was rainbow themed, pinks and purples everywhere with big, white clouds. Her crib had stars painted on them and glow in the dark stickers on the ceiling. In the day time, the room was bright and colorful, but it was dark now, only the glow of the neon stickers above his head and a revolving fish nightlight on the nightstand across the room.
His eyes dropped closed, but he didn’t want to fall asleep, didn’t want to miss a moment of watching his darling angel sleep. Little Joanna Munson.
Being a father had completely changed his life for the better, but it was also the scariest thing he’d ever had do to. He worried about so many more things, things he’d never had to worry about before. But the most overwhelmed thing so far was the love that he had in his heart. He didn’t think he’d love anything more in the world than you when the both of you met, but his heart grew another size when you gave birth to her, and he was absolutely, unconditionally in love with his baby, so much that it almost hurt.
It made him love you so much more, so grateful for giving him something so precious, something that was a part of him to live on. He was indebted to you, forever grateful. He worshipped you like a god, admired all the things your body could do. You struggled with postpartum a lot, something he tried his best to understand, helped as best as he could. He tried his best to take care of Joanna as much as he could, not that he minded it. She was only two months old, but he knew she was incredibly smart. She was already wrapping her tiny hand around his finger, pulling at his hair and staring at him with her big, brown eyes that she had gotten from him.
“Can’t sleep?”
He looked over his shoulder, smiling softly when he saw you. He shook his head, beckoning for you to come over. You did so, sitting on his lap and cuddling up to his chest, smiling at your baby in the crib. He leaned his head against yours, wrapping his arms around your body as he slowly rocked the chair. “What you doing up?” He asked quietly.
“Woke up and you were gone.” You yawned. “Knew you were in here. Has she stirred any?”
He shook his head. “Nah, she’s fast asleep.”
You closed your eyes, his soft breathing a lullaby for you, his body warm and comforting. Eddie still wouldn’t close his eyes, trained on the pink onesie and head of hair that he could see in the dark. Sometimes he cried when he watched her, he wouldn’t dare tell you that, but he did.
“I’m so in love with you.” Eddie squeezed you. “I can’t ever thank you enough for giving me this life. I don’t deserve it.”
“Yes, you do.” You said sleepily. “How many times do I have to say it? You deserve this, us.”
He kissed your forehead, his cheek against your ear. “I never thought I could love anything as much as I do her. It’s terrifying, loving someone so much.”
“I know.” You opened your eyes, finding your daughter in the dark. “It’s so overwhelming, isn’t it? Sometimes I think my heart is going to explode.”
He nodded in agreement, parting his lips in deep thought. That’s it exactly what it felt like. His heart was going to explode. “She’s so perfect, isn’t she? And so small.”
You chuckled, your feet curled up on his thigh. “Thank you. I take most of the credit for that.”
“Honey, you get all the credit.” He smirked. “She’s your exact replica. You can definitely tell she’s your baby.”
“She’s your baby, too, sweetheart.” You looked to him, cupping his cheek. “She may have my hair and my nose, but she’s got your eyes, and that is a telltale sign that she’s your baby.”
His heart warmed at your words, his cheeks blushing in the dark. “Yeah, she does, doesn’t she?”
You smiled tiredly, grabbing his jaw with your fingers to pull his lips down to yours, giving him a sweet, delicate kiss. “You’re a wonderful father, Eddie.”
He rested his forehead against yours. “I’m terrified I’m gonna end up like my old man.”
“Eddie,” You sighed. “I promise you that’s not going to happen.”
It was his worst fear, a nightmare that he feared would eventually come true. He’d drive you away, raise a child that he’d beat and abuse, who would later grow up to hate him. He didn’t want his family to repeat the one he’d had before.
“Hey,” You noticed the swell of his eyes in the dark. “Eddie, look at me, baby.” You held his cheek. “You are not your father. You’re not going to be your father. You’ve got me and her to keep you steady, just like you keep me steady, right? We’re a team. You don’t let me fall, I don’t let you fall.”
He let a tear fall, nodding and whispering a choked yeah. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, kissing his cheek as you held him tightly through the night.
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