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buryustogether · 2 years ago

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lilac - chapter 1

miguel o’hara x f!reader

summary: the father of one of your students is acting rather strangely - but when he smiles at you, you can’t help but forget your own name.

wc: 6k

warnings/tags: mentions of blood and violence, swearing, pining, stripping, strip club, sex workers, sexual fantasy, smut, thigh riding, fingering, oral (f! receiving), pet names, dom!miguel, single father!miguel, teacher!stripper!reader

author’s note: set in the universe where miguel replaces his father!variant with himself. ps - planning on turning this into a series/full fic.

New York

Earth - 9193

Since you could remember, the sky above the city, flecked with struggling stars and choking on itself over clouds of smog like cigarette smoke, had been deep purple. Some called it violet. Others named it plum. They were trying to make a prettier picture of an ugly reality, desperately ignoring the real world that held them captive. The purple held every soul in this city on a taut leash; each time someone was given a little slack, they wandered too far and discovered that, really, they hadn’t ever wanted to stray in the first place. Car bombings every week. Shootings. Back alley guttings. Innocence all but a foreign language to the citizens of New York.

You wished with every bit of you that one day you’d be able to escape and see the real color of the sky. Because deep down you knew, wanted to believe, wished and prayed… that it was not this shade of dark.

Your classroom was one of the only lit rooms here in Washington Elementary School, a beacon through dimly-lit hallways and the even dimmer streets outside your windows. A long, silent exhale managed to escape your lips as you continued to grade your third graders’ spelling tests, using a pink pen to correct their mistakes instead of a red one. You figured it was less harsh, more inviting to be open to learning from where they first failed. Your back was beginning to cramp from sitting in these damn little-kid chairs, your knees practically hugged to your chest due to how low to the floor you were. You would have been at your desk - hell, you would have been home getting ready for your second job right about now - had it not been for the young girl sitting across the table from you.

Gabriella O’Hara was, in your opinion, one of the most intelligent children you’d had the pleasure of teaching. She was quick and clever and friendly, not to mention, captain of her little soccer team funded by the taxes of PTA parents and the grumbling millionaires of the city. She was a frequent flier on your good-behavior list, and her name had made a home for itself on the principal’s honor roll long before she’d landed in your class.

She was a sweetheart, to say the least. She had been raised well by her father - who, uncharacteristically, had been a no show when it came time for pick up two hours ago.

Glancing up from your papers, you smiled gently at Gabriella as she scribbled along her homework page. “Briella, honey,” you said and leaned your chin in your hand. “Why don’t you check to see if your dad texted at all.”

Obediently, Gabriella dug her phone - a little flip-type, despite there being hundreds of smartphones out these days - and clicked the button to scroll through her recent texts. You watched as her face fell, thick brows and full lips pulling downward. “Nothing,” she said and placed her phone back. She looked to you, and it was obvious from the way she squirmed in her seat that her nervous stomach was starting to get the better of her. “I’m kind of scared, Miss Y/N. My daddy’s never late.”

Setting down your pink pen, you reached across the table and placed a hand on her small forearm. You’d stayed late before when parents were late for pick up, or they forgot, or they were too stoned out of their minds to bother, but you had to admit, you were rather worried, as well. Her father had never been late once, not even by five minutes. So two hours was, really, something to bat an eye at. “I’m sure everything’s fine,” you assured her and offered a gentle smile. “He probably just got held up at work. Maybe his phone died.” Your gaze flickered briefly to the windows behind her, strung across with colorful drawings and decorations, as a number of wailing police cars zipped past. When she started to follow your eyes, you added quickly, “I bet he’s on his way right now. Why don’t you finish up your homework so you can have the rest of the evening free when you get home.”

As she went back to her work, you found yourself tapping your fingernail against the table, your gaze stuck to an empty corner across the room. Miguel O’Hara was nothing but punctual, not just to everyday events like after-school pick up, but to every single thing he did. Soccer practice and games. Parent-teacher conferences. Hell, you wouldn’t put it past him to be an hour early to that fancy job of his at Alchemax every Monday through Friday. He was a perfectionist, signing every grade card check and permission slip with the neatest signature you’d ever seen. And it was a feat to marvel at, considering he was a single father.

Once, at a soccer practice, you’d heard from a few of the mothers who had nothing better to do than gossip that he’d moved himself and Gabriella over from Queens years ago when he was hired as a geneticist. Her mother had apparently left them when she was born, and he’d done everything from that moment on for the good of his little girl.

You weren’t afraid to admit to yourself he was, by far, the best-looking man you’d ever laid eyes on. Cheekbones placed high on his face, wide, broad shoulders, a sinewy frame that nearly challenged the doorframes he walked through. He was friendly, sure. But that was all you knew. You’d never been able to get close enough to know much else. An enigma to your curious mind, Miguel was nothing short of a puzzle that you desperately wanted to put together and see the bigger picture for yourself.

Shaking your head slightly, you forced yourself to wind back into the present. God, you needed to get a fucking grip. Crushing on the father of one of your students? Fucking pathetic. You had a boyfriend, for God’s sake.

You had just begun to grade your papers again, nearing the end of your stack, when there came the sounds of footsteps pounding against the tile floor of the hallway outside. They were jogging, approaching your room at an alarming rate. You stood, thinking it was the janitor having locked himself out of his closet again, and prepared to fetch your keys when a much different - yet no less welcome - figure filled the doorway.

“Hi, daddy,” said Gabriella as Miguel O’Hara entered your classroom.

You looked up, lips parted as you took him in. God, he was stunning. Somewhere around six feet with dark, somewhat-tamed hair that matched his tan skin and the thick brows sitting above his sloped eyes, he stood with a chest that rose and caved rapidly, like he’d run through the entire school searching for your room. Which he shouldn’t have - he knew the classroom his own daughter was in. Didn’t he?

“Oh, baby,” Miguel said and rounded the table so quickly you could have blinked and missed it. He hauled her up into his arms like she was nothing but a sack of flour and hugged her tight to his chest, almost like he was trying to mold the feeling of her to himself. “I’m so sorry I’m late. I lost track of time. I’m so sorry.” As if just realizing you were in the room, watching the pair with a small smile, he set his daughter back down and pulled her backpack from the back of her chair. “Pack up your things, okay? We’ll go home in just a minute.”

He approached you where you stood beside your desk loading your purse, and you swore your heart skipped a beat as he towered over you. Thick, corded muscles and a frame that made your stomach churn excitedly, he was the perfect picture of a fucking masterpiece. “Hi,” he said in a low tone, meant for you to hear and not Gabriella. “I’m so sorry for keeping you here. Time got away from me, and when I got here, the front doors were locked.” He took a breath. “Thank you. For watching her, I mean.”

Forcing your heart to calm its thundering in the confines of your chest, you grinned up at him brightly. “It’s not a problem, Mister O’Hara. I was happy to.” You decided to say nothing about the fact that it was unlike him to lose track of time. He wore a watch that you recognized as one of the latest, expensive versions that were magnetic, not electric, so it was incapable of stopping. How exactly did time get away from a man who revolved around it? “I’m sure she’s going to crash when you get home, anyway. She had a big day.”

Miguel blinked a few times and placed a hand on his hip, jutting it out slightly. Fuck, you wished he wouldn’t do that. “Yeah?”

“Mm-hmm. We had a soccer scrimmage against one of the other classes today and she pulled the winning goal. Then there was the assembly over fire safety, but I’m sure you saw that in the handout last week.”

His lips remained parted for a long moment as his dark, umber gaze traveled across the stack of next week’s announcement handouts. “Right,” he said after a moment or two. “Right. Do, uh… do you think I could have another one of those? For this week. And maybe next week’s, too. Has that been sent home already?”

Giving him a rather crooked smile, you opened a drawer in your desk and produced the light green paper with last week’s announcements. Then you stacked it beneath next week’s and extended it toward his hulking frame. “Sorry if this seems a little… personal, Mister O’Hara,” you said as he took the papers, “but are you feeling alright? I really don’t mean any offense, but you seem a little… off.”

Tilting his head slightly, Miguel seemed to hesitate, fumbling with his answer in his head. He was frozen for a brief moment before your attentions were drawn across the classroom, where Gabriella zipped up her backpack and began to trudge toward the door. “I’m alright,” he said as he turned back to you. “I just, uh… I hit my head this morning. Been a little out of sorts, but I’ll be alright.”

“Daddy,” whined Gabriella under her breath. “I’m tired.”

“Okay, princesa,” he said and met her at your door. After slinging her backpack over his own shoulder and taking her hand, he glanced back at you. “Thank you again…” You watched as his eyes flickered to your name written across the whiteboard. “...Miss Y/N.”

“You’re welcome, Mister O’Hara.” A few more words sat on your tongue, desperately trying to fight against your lips and jump out before the moment escaped. You tried to fight them down, but eventually they won the battle and spilled forth. “And - and you can just call me Y/N.”

Miguel stared at you for a moment, and you thought briefly that you had crossed a line you had been unable to see. Then he smiled gently, his full lips spreading into a gentle grin. He opened his mouth to say something in return before Gabriella pulled him out the door and into the hallway. You listened as their voices and the sounds of their footsteps grew quieter before silencing, then turned away and finished gathering your things.

On your way out of the building, while slipping through the front doors, you noticed the steel bolt lock keeping them shut after dark had been snapped entirely in two - as if someone had pulled on the door hard enough to break the lock on their own.

You figured it to have been a couple students who got their hands on their parents’ bolt cutters and made a mental note to ask the janitor for a replacement.

Once you got to your car and flipped the engine, you took a breath and glanced at yourself in the mirror. In that breath, you willed yourself to switch into the alternate persona you took on after the school days, after the sun had set and the night really came alive from its demented, hungover state during the lightest hours. You pushed your students into the back of your mind, your plans for tomorrow and upcoming projects and due dates into the recesses of your brain. You shoved back thoughts of Miguel O’Hara and everything about how much you wanted to fucking reverse time so that he could smile at you like he had tonight all over again.

It was time to really work, now.

The Menagerie was a club on the northeast side of the Financial District, where the warehouse fires and muggings weren’t quite as common. Police forces cruised through here more often than, say, Harlem or Queens; the people who ran the city had to keep their most well-paid workers protected and thriving, right? Who else would steal from the hands of the poor and throw it all away the first chance they got?

Thrumming, thundering music like a pulse, like the club itself was alive with the blood of money and alcohol pumping through it, pounded from speakers and shook the walls in their very foundations. Neon lights like jilted, water-colored sunlight shone from corners along the ceilings, creating shadows like both nightmares and dreams along the walls and the faces of the patrons. The bar was overflowing. Security was chasing their own tails. The place was packed. Everyone who was anyone wanted to get into The Menagerie, because between its four walls and roof, you could be anyone you wanted to be.

It was law in this gilded cage that everyone was to wear a mask, its paint and diamonds and ribbons designed to depict animals. Security wore the full-bodied faces of lions. Bartenders and servers played dress-up with rimmed eye gaps as raccoons. Guests were allowed to pick a mask ranging from creatures that roamed the sky to those that crawled the earth. And the girls - the girls were exotic, majestic things that no one would mistake for anything else. They were tigresses and peacocks, they were arctic foxes and lynxes, any animal that had long since gone missing or extinct in this world of yours. Why go searching for the real thing, when they could come here and find the women?

The Menagerie was not a club. It was a cage, for animals so desperate to get out they had bent the bars in an attempt to escape.

Staring at yourself in the mirror of the dressing room, you gingerly affixed the golden mask to your face so that it would stay spread across your features while you danced and entertained. The hard, fake porcelain covered your forehead and nose, leaving your mouth free for the lips and tongues that would attempt to claim yours as their own. Orange and gold butterfly wings blossomed from the center of the mask, disguising you as the endangered insect everyone else seemed to have forgotten about; the Monarch. Fluttering and beautiful upon the wind, never easy to catch.

That was, unless they flew right into a spider’s web.

To your left, a few of the other girls were perfecting their makeup and adjusting their outfits - what little outfits you all had. Zara, known throughout the club as the Panther, caught your eye in the mirror and flashed you a sharp smile.

“You seem quiet tonight,” she said and ran a stick of gloss over her lips. She examined herself close in her handheld. “Something on your mind?”

A few of the other girls tried to inconspicuously listen in, able to sniff out gossip from miles away. Perhaps in here, you all were a little bit more animal than human, after all.

Forcing yourself to smile gently, you waved a ring-garnished hand in Zara’s direction and turned back to your reflection. You hardly recognized yourself like this, despite seeing this version of you all week long. You hoped you never did recognize it. “Oh, it’s nothing,” you brushed off.

Across the dressing room, Shawna, the Owl, tisked her tongue and hummed from deep in her throat. “You know you’re an awful liar, girl,” she said from where she sat scrolling through her phone. “We all noticed when you came in an hour later than you do. Something happen tonight?”

Well, fuck. Now everyone was waiting for your answer, waiting to see if it was worth listening into or not.

Pursing your lips in an attempt to show that it was no big deal, despite how much your stomach and your heart and your brain screamed that it wasn’t, you shrugged a shoulder and tried to avoid their gazes. “Nothing too big,” you replied and began to absentmindedly twist the ribbon keeping your mask in place. “Just… had a student stay a little later. Her dad lost track of time.”

“It couldn’t be that Alchemax hunk you’ve been telling us about.”

Fuck - you really learned to keep your cards closer to your chest.

Your silence must have been enough for them to connect the pieces, because a few of them tittered and giggled. A newer girl, who was still earning her way up to being on stage, piped up. “Have you ever talked to him?” she asked. “I mean, besides school-related stuff. Find out if he’s attached?”

“Absolutely not,” you forced out and stood to straighten out your costume. Your breasts were barely covered by the flimsy top and your ass hung out of the bottoms, both orange and black and white, like a monarch butterfly’s designs. Gold fishnet stockings lined your legs, leading down to a set of heels that had taken weeks to not tip over in. You were supposed to wear a cape, a gown-like train, but it was stepped on too much for you to bother with it. “He’s not there to cruise teachers, he’s just trying to help his kid through the third grade.”

“More than you could’ve asked from my dad,” Zara puffed.

God, you thought, yours, too. And your mother, while you were at it. They’d never come to meetings and games and plays like Miguel did. Hell, they hardly ever even remembered to pick you up from school on their good days.

Gabriella really had hit the father lottery.

Shawna shrugged her shoulders as she rose from her seat and picked up her own mask. “Even if that’s all he’s there for,” she said, then pulled the owl-designed porcelain over her face and fixed you with a stare through the eye holes, “doesn’t have to hold you back from at least trying.”

Her words rang in your ears as you carried on with your work that evening. They stuck with you as you danced for drooling men and women who oggled at you from behind their masks, as you ran your fingers down arms to chase bigger tips, as you followed a man who paid top dollar for a private dance.

Her words rattled like bells in your head as you mindlessly ground yourself against your customer, allowing yourself to get lost in your own imagination while you willed yourself to work. You shut your eyes behind your mask and let yourself fall into a dangerous little scenario you cooked up just for yourself.

You imagined not your boyfriend, who was out there in the city somewhere playing with his stupid fucking band to a crowd of three, not of any celebrity crush or model, but of Miguel O’Hara. You imagined him beneath you instead of some man whose breath smelled like expensive alcohol. You thought of him, and his hulking frame, and his powerful thighs you had found yourself staring at anytime he entered your line of sight.

Mind running away with this little fantasy of yours, you ground yourself a little harder against the lap beneath you, pushed your chest further against the chest parallel to yours. In your head, Miguel let out a huffy breath and rested those large hands of his on your hips, slowly but surely guiding your movements until you were riding his thigh. You tried to imagine, so intensely and desperately, how such an event would go.

He would gently, but firmly, help move your hips so that your exposed clit rubbed perfectly against the rough fabric of his jeans. You would keen and arch your back into him, hands running over his sinewy shoulders, as he hitched his leg and sent a powerful jolt of pleasure running through you and right to your core.

“You like that, pretty girl?” he would murmur in your ear, lips brushing along the shell before his tongue, warm and soft and pink and wet, licked against your lobe. “Ride, querida. ‘Til I say you’re done, and then I’ll show you how a real man fucks.”

You would grind your hips against his leg, moaning aloud and unabashedly when he tensed his corded muscle so that you’d have something to hump into. His hands, wide and spread, would wander along your bare back, memorizing the skin there like it was his and his alone, and he would dip his head to attach his lips to your nipple. He’d suck the nub into a hardened bud, then kiss and lick and nibble the skin around it until it was marred with love marks that would darken the following morning, and then he’d switch and give the other one the same kind of attention.

“Miguel,” you’d whimper in a certain kind of tone, and suddenly you’d be on the bed, pulled to the edge so that the globes of your ass hung off and when he kneeled he had access to your cunt bared for him.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he would say as he pressed open-mouthed kisses up and up your inner thighs, getting closer to where you needed him most. “All for me and me alone. Isn’t that right, bebe?”

You wouldn’t be able to give him a clear answer at first, not when he would lick a long, wet stripe up the center of your folds and up to your clit. He would expertly find that little bundle of nerves, wrapping his lips around it and fondling with his tongue until you couldn’t do anything but sigh and moan and card your fingers through his dark hair to pull him closer. He would suck on your sweet spot for a while, alternating between licking stripes and adorning it with kisses, before he would slowly drag his long, thick fingers toward your sopping folds.

But he would stop just short.

“Say it,” he would tell you, dark, impenetrable gaze fixated on you from where he kneeled between your legs like a devout believer praying to his one and only love - his goddess. When you would whine and cry from the pausing of his ministrations, he would take his mouth, his wonderful, hot breath, away from your aching cunt. He would cock his head, allowing a bit of hair to fall across his face. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to, chica.”

“Miguel,” you would say again, because, really, that was all you could think of to say. “Miguel, please… need you, please…”

He would pull his fingers from your heat, gaze stony and immovable as a mountain standing tall in the midst of a storm. God, not even that could sway him. “Tell me,” he would demand again, this time in a low baritone that made your cunt clench around nothing because goddammit, even his fucking voice could send you into heat like a damn dog. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to. Now.”

“You,” would come the small, high-pitched answer, tumbling from your lips without another thought that did not involve him. “You, Miguel. Belongs to you. All for you, no one else.” You would babble, desperate to reach your climax before he let you fall back down that incline so, so cruelly, yet so, so deliciously. “Please, Miguel, need you. Need your fingers, anything. Just fuck me, please, handsome, fuck me ‘til I can’t remember my own name.”

He would tilt his head even further, like a predator toying with the prey he’d been chasing after for miles upon miles, before placing a gentle, feather-light kiss upon the inside of your thigh. “That’s my girl,” he would say, then attack your clit with his full, thick lips, plunge two of his fingers into your heat, and begin to fuck you into oblivion.

The sound of his fingers constantly edging in and out of your dripping pussy, so wet you could feel your arousal dripping down your thighs and your ass, would pull the most wonderful and pornographic-sounding moans and whimpers and whines of his name from your throat. Your own slick would coat his digits like honey, so sweet that for a moment he would stop his assault on your divine bundle of nerves and crane his neck to lick up a bit of it from where it dripped down your ass. The flat of his muscle would raise goosebumps along your skin as you cried out for him, one hand gripping his hair and the other buried into the sheets of the bed.

“Miguel,” you would cry and begin to rock your hips to meet the thrusts of his fingers, practically humping his face. He would take it like it was his last meal, returning to his sucking and licking and circling of your clit to send bolt after bolt of pleasure and heaven and everything else in between. “Miguel, Miguel, Miguel…!”

“That’s it,” he would murmur between licks through your soaked folds, feeling as your slick dripped down his wrist. “Say my name, bebe, tell them who’s making you feel this fucking good.”

He would angle his fingers then at just the right angle, his fingertips hitting that perfect, fucking perfect spot deep inside you. Stars would dance in your vision as your mouth would open in a silent scream, unable to get anything out but a tiny wail of heavenly pleasure. You would swear you’d never felt this goddamn good in your life, like you would gladly trade everything in the whole world just to stay here forever. His pace would pick up, aiming for that spot inside of you, and he’d lap at your cunt in a feverish craze, like it was the only thing that would save him from losing his mind.

All too soon, your thighs would begin to tremble and you would feel that beautiful, familiar coil tightening and winding deep within your soul. “Miguel,” you would cry out for the whole world to hear. “Miguel, m’close, I’m so close!”

“Come on, pretty bebe,” he would say between your thighs that would try to wrap around his head in a feeble attempt to pull him closer. “Cum f’me. I want it. All of it.”

His words would send a shockwave of pleasure through you, one that would white out your vision so intensely you would have thought he’d killed you and sent you on your way to the pearly white gates, and you’d have been okay with that. He continued to work you through your orgasm, his pace slowing but never stopping, his mouth pressing hot, wet kisses along your thighs, your hips, your naval.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl. Taking it so well, all for me. Look so pretty all laid out like this, like I could just eat you up. Would you like that, hmm? You want me to just devour you ‘til you’re left shaking and crying my name?”

“Miguel. Miguel, Miguel, Miguel…!”

“...My name’s not Miguel.”

Your eyes flashed open, suddenly brought back to the real world, pulled away from your fantasy. Through the holes in your monarch mask, you looked down to find your customer staring up at you with wide eyes and popping a boner put there by your mindless rocking against his hips. Feeling your cheeks flush, you slipped off of him and consciously tugged your outfit lower over your ass.

You pursed your lips, attempting to hide how mortified you were. “...That’s going to be another twenty bucks.”

It wasn’t until around one in the morning when you got home to your little apartment squished in a dilapidated little building wedged between two office towers because the landlord had refused to sell the place when they steamrolled the others ten years ago. The lights were off when you slipped inside, and a little piece of yourself inside wilted.

At once, you threw up a wall and dismissed that sinking feeling. Of course he wasn’t going to wait up for you. He’d had a show tonight, and he had another one tomorrow. He was tired.

Not nearly as fucking tired as you, though.

After wiping off your makeup and pulling off the fake little diamonds stuck on your temples, after changing into your pajamas and brushing your teeth, and after pinning a new drawing from one of your students on the fridge despite the fact you knew they’d never see it, you tiptoed back to the cramped little bedroom. You poked your head inside. Ferris, your boyfriend of six months, was spread out across the entire mattress, snoring gently into the fabric of the crumpled sheets.

You swallowed thick. You didn’t want to disturb him. He needed his rest.

You grabbed your phone charger from the wall and your pillow from beneath his arm, then slid on your socks back into the tiny living room. Plopping yourself down on the couch and plugging in your phone, you rolled yourself onto your side and stared at the dark screen. Willing something to happen. Something to come up, someone to reach out.

Because in reality, though you would rather throw yourself off the Brooklyn Bridge than admit it… you had never felt so alone.

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mysvgbundles · 4 years ago

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haikyuuheart · 5 years ago

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From Exes To Lovers || Oikawa x Reader Smau!

Previous || 13. Sleepover || Next

Taglist; @artsamber @for-ests @samanthaa-leanne

Warnings; Slight menetion of sexy time, talk. Girl talk.

A/n; I was going to post this weekend but family showed up. So I couldn’t but I plan to make up for it!

Redundantly you opened the front door, letting in the bickering girls, the three stooges.

"Why are you guys here?" You asked with a straight face.

"We are here to work on the festival! We have a lot to do and a lot to get approval for!" Tahiry replied eagerly.

"Why does it seem like you lied to me?"

"Anyways! She's half right, we need to work on the festival proposal" Briella stated before she pulled out her mini binder. "I ask my dad and he said we don't have a budget yet, but we need to bring a finished proposal to him and his business partners"

"Okay so let's head up to my room, and do the planing there. I'll make snacks in a little"

Planing. They came over to plan the festival but it seemed like anything but planning.

"Okay okay so who would you marry, kiss and fuck? Kurro, Daichi, Oikawa?" Tahiry asked with a smirk.

All eyes landed on you. You of course figured the questions involving Oikawa were yours.

"Marry Kuroo, Kiss Oikawa and Fuck Daichi" you replied with a subtle blush.

"Daichi really?"

"What can I say, he's got a nice ass and thick ass thighs, I love me a man and he's a MAN"

"Ooh you nasty"

"Shut up Cyn"

"Okay threesome Tahiry"

"I said that it was a one time thing! Besides I'd never truly go for it! Sex fantasies are just fantasies"

"Okay okay, clam down before there's another fight" Brie cut in.

"New game! Truth or dare?"

"Dare. I guess"

"I dare you to text Oikawa"

"What no!"

"Do it! It's a dare"

Rolling your eyes, you picked up tour phone, sending a quick text and showing them.

"There I did it!" You states rather grumpy.

"Oh you hush. You know you've been wanting to text him"

"Brie!"

"What it true, especially since you heard the rumors of the break up"

"I-"

"It's fine, no need to fret the excuses, we know you kind of like him. You still care about his flat ass since you ran into him"

"I mean I guess I do care about him, but I can't say I want a relationship with him, I'd much rather be friends"

"But how long can you be friends before you want more? Or he wants more?"

"I didn't really think he'd want anything more"

"It's Oikawa we are talking about, he'd want something more"

"I guess but I'm not looking for that, yet"

"Yet?!"

"Ooh girl text him some more"

"Tahiry!"

"What she wants that old thing back and I'm just helping her! Hurry text him, what is he saying?"

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mosneakers · 5 years ago

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Sam: What do you think, Audrey? Should Coraleye read the text from her island prince charming or no?

Audrey: Yes Sam, I do indeed think she should.

Coraleye: Guys, I’m not reading the text. I don’t want to know what he has to say. I’m trying to move on!

Logan: He’s probably just reminding you that he dumped you!

Briella: [mocking phone call] Hi Coralanne just calling to let you know I regret ever meeting you! Never call me again, haha!

Mackenzie: [Snickers]

#ts4 #maxis match #Brindleton High #simblr #ts4 story #ts4 gameplay #Coraleye Darling #Sam Norwood #Audrey Scruggs #Mackenzie Benson #Logan Anderson #Briella Choi #Ashley Benson #MD4 #sims 4 #the sims 4 #MD4season2

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lachlantrash · 6 years ago

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Dad!Lachy picks up the kids from school since the reader is out of town visiting family. He notices Bri isn’t herself, when they get home she immediately runs up stairs, slamming the door of her room. Sawyer or Em brings up that they heard her bf dumped her before a school dance coming up. Lachy tries to comfort her, reminding her one day she’ll find the one, etc. Maybe joking one of brothers or him can be her date or that’ll all boys will find, beat up her ex??

You are across the globe visiting your mom in Florida, leaving Lachlan with the kiddos at home. Since the kids are all older now, your youngest being 11 and your oldest being 19. Sawyer’s only ever home on weekends, coming back from his college dorm to take advantage of his parents for laundry and home cooked meals. So Lachlan’s tasked with driving the kids to and from school, which is pretty easy seeing as its one stop to the middle school for Grayson and then another at the high school for Emmett and Briella. As your kids have gotten older, Lachlan isn’t really the gaming youtuber he was when the two of you met. He still posts online and does Youtube content for a job, but he’s not always doing the same games, sometimes he just talks about life and how grateful he is for everything that has happened to him. Covering for you while your away so far has been pretty easy all week, and you’ll be home in two days. He should be fine. He drives to pick the kids up from school, getting his two teenagers first. Emmett hops in the front seat, and once Bri’s in the back, she slams the door. Lachlan takes this as a sign that his 14 year old daughter is just in a mood, hoping she’ll be over it shortly. He talks to 16 year old Emmett for the majority of the ride to the middle school, asking about his day and all. Grayson hops in beside his sister, ignoring the scoff she gives him as they drive home. “So Bri, how was your day?” Lachlan tries to break the silence. “Shut up, dad.” She rolls her eyes, placing her headphones in her ears. “What even? Don’t talk to me like that, I pay your phone bill you know.” Lachlan scolds, pulling into the driveway of your home. “Good, not like I need it anymore anyways!” She shouts, storming out of the car and into the house. “What the hell is her problem?” Lachlan asks, not understanding the outburst. “I uh, I heard today that Christian broke up with her. Go easy on her dad, it’s her first break up.” Emmett tells his father now that Bri’s out of earshot. “I didn’t like him ever anyways.” Grayson confesses, getting out of the car. “Neither did I, he was a prick. But he made her happy. I think she’s mostly upset because the semi dance is this weekend.” Emmett defends his sister, not liking seeing her this way but knowing he can’t really fix it. “Christian seemed like a good kid too. I’ve only ever seen Sawyer go through a break up, and boys are so much different about it than girls.” Lachlan groans, following his kids into the house. Unsure as to how to handle his heartbroken daughter, he texts you about the situation and you tell him to immediately order takeout and to leave Briella alone for a bit. Once the food comes he should bring it to her, and try to talk to her about how he knows she’ll find a guy worth her time soon enough. So that’s what he does, he orders Chinese food and makes sure to tell Em and Gray to leave him alone with their sister for awhile. He knocks softly on the door, inviting himself in when he gets no answer. “Hey sweetie, I got Chinese food.” He tries, walking in to see her softly sniffling in bed. “Just leave me alone.” She sobs, holding her knees and hiding her face there. “Listen Bri, I know a little bit about what’s going on and you can’t let him win like this. Who cares about Christian? He wasn’t the one, and that’s his loss. Don’t let him break your heart, I don’t like seeing you cry.” Lachlan sighs, placing the food on her desk before going to sit beside her on her bed, gently rubbing her back. “I-I loved him, dad.” She sobs, turning to bury her head in his shoulder. “We were gonna go to the dance together this weekend and-and we talked about the future all the time! A little house with a big fence, and a dog and then maybe a kid or two and now…Now it’s all gone and he already found another girl to go to the dance with. I just hate him but I don’t.” She cries, balling her fists into his shirt. “I know honey, know it hurts. Giving somebody the power to break your heart is scary, and it doesn’t always end good at all, so many times your mom had her heart broken by dickheads and I’ve had my share of giving the wrong girls the power to hurt me, but you know what? We found each other at the end of it all. We trusted each other with our hearts and look at us now. Christian just wasn’t your (Y/N), okay? But you’ll find the one someday, there’s somebody out there that will treat you the way your mom and I treat each other. I promise, you’re still young. And your first heartbreak will always hurt the most, I’m sorry baby girl.” He sighs, breaking at the sight of his only little girl falling apart in his arms. “You should call Sawyer, I know your dad probably isn’t who you want love advice from. I’m sure he’ll break a bone or two on Christian if you wanted, and Em and Gray would be right behind him.” Lachlan adds when her crying has slowed, smiling once he earns a little giggle out of her. “Thank you, dad. I’m sorry for being moody.” She sniffles one final time, pulling away from Lachlan. “Just don’t let it happen again or I’m taking your phone away.” He fake threatens, getting off her bed. “You can join us for dinner if you’re ready but if you want you can eat in here tonight.” He offers, walking out the doorway. “Hey dad?” She calls, making him turn around. “Yeah, Bri?” He questions. “Tell mom I said thank you for telling you how to handle me.” She smiles, causing a blush to rise to Lachlan’s cheeks

#dad!lachlan

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sandroxmedici · 6 years ago

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Texting || Briella & Sandro

Sandro: Hey there. Remember me? Sort of random. We met at the speed dating thing.

Sandro: So you gave me this cute plant. He's been doing pretty good but just the other day some of his leaves started turning brown.

Sandro: Is he okay? Is that normal?

#briella

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legendofsim · 6 years ago

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Can you do all the odds for Mason? Pretty please?

Ask and ye shall receive. All of this is in Mason’s POV.

1. You woke up naked next to the last person you texted, whatwould you say?

Naked next to my son? I’d like to hear the story behind thatone.

2. If your boyfriend or girlfriend was into drugs, would youcare?

Drugs can be very stimulating. It depends on the kind though.That recreational stuff isn’t omething I’m a huge fan of.

5. Was your last kiss drunk orsober?

Mylast kiss was with my ex wife and I was definitely sober.

7. What does your last received textsay?

“Pleasecome.” I’m not going to tell you where though.

9. Where was your last kiss at?

Itwas a few days before Athena left me for good. We kissed on the porch of herbiological father’s house in Riverview.

11. What do you drink in the morning?

Anice hot cup of ginger tea. Really mellows out the senses.

13. Do you think relationships arehard?

Hah,whoever tells you’re they’re not is foolish. The best relationships are the hardestto obtain and maneuver through. I jumped through hoops to get to my son andwhile it’s still a work in progress, it’s one of the most rewarding relationshipsI’ve ever had.

15. You’re locked in a room with thelast person you kissed, any problems?

Iwish this was the case. I’d tell her I was sorry for not being upfront withher, and pushing her away.

17. Do you know anyone with the samemiddle name as you?

Ihave no middle name, thankfully. Can you imagine something dreadful messing upthe double M thing I’ve got going on?

19. Do you think you will be in arelationship 3 years from now?

Highlyunlikely.

21. Have you ever kissed someone witha name that starts with an S?

No.

23. Is there a person you CANNOTstand?

Angelfrom the Guardians. That fairy pretends she wants what’s bet for the future,but all I hear is that she wants the fairies to rule over everyone. If thoseguardians think she has their best interest in mind, they’re dumber than anyoneI’ve ever met. And, I’ve met a lot of dumb people.

25. In the past week have you cried?

…perhaps.But lets not worry about that.

27. Do you dry off in the shower orout of the shower?

Outof the shower…how do you dry yourself in a wet moist shower?

29. Do you think you’re old?

Icertainly feel old, but biologically my body isn’t aging at all.

31. What type of day are you having?

Everyday is harder than the last.

33. Do you prefer warm or coldweather?

Coldweather wakes me up, but warm weather is ideal.

35. Would you prefer a relationship ora fling?

Idon’t waste my time on flings.

37. What song are you listening to?

I listen to a lot of my son’s old music. He doesn’t know thatI do. I’m sure it’d bring up some old feelings about his past if he found out.

39. Is there a girl that knowseverything or almost everything about you?

She’s long sincepassed on.

41. When did you last receive atext message?

This morning.

43. How well do you know the lastfemale you texted?

I don’t text anyonebut my son and it’s because he insisted I get a phone to keep in touch withhim. The only females I have in my phone are Briella and Graciela because theyinsisted, but I’ll admit I don’t know either exceptionally well.

45. Would you date someone rightnow if they asked?

Unless it is Athena,no.

47. Who was the last person youtalked to in person?I can’t tell you that.

49. Has someonerecently told you something you didn’t want to hear?

Whenam I not hearing something I don’t want to hear?

51. Do you hate the person you fellhardest for?

No,I could never hate her. I don’t blame her for anything she’s done to me in ourpast. I deserve it all.

53. Do you like rain?

No,it gets everything all mucked up.

55. Have you ever liked somebody and never told them?

No,I take what I want.

57. Are you shy?

Mostcertainly not.

59. Have you dated the person you texted last?

61. If you were paid 1 million dollars to spend the night in a supposed hauntedhouse, would you?

Nohouse is haunted, I dare you to tell me otherwise. I want real proof.

63. Think back to October, were you in a relationship?

No.65. Did anything “cute” happen in the last week?

Myson showed me a video of a kitten smacking food out of a human’s hand. Youmight think that’s not so cute, but you didn’t see the little guy’s face.

67. Would you rather pay to get yournails done or do them yourself?

Idon’t get my nails done, though a manicure here and there probably wouldn’t hurt.I wouldn’t know where to start, so I’d just pay someone.

69. Do you have any stickers on your car?

Idon’t have a car.

71. Blackberry, Anroid, or iPhone?

Itis inconsequential to me. As long as I can text my son, I don’t care.

73. Do you like diet soda?

It’sgross but sometimes I don’t want the empty calories so I drink it.

75. Are you 16 or older?

Youcan’t tell, can you? 😉

77. Do you have a job?

Notofficially in the eyes of the government, but I am a time traveler and afather.

79. Did you ever have braces?

Never

81. What does your last status onfacebook say?

Idon’t have any social media. Can’t exactly give my enemies a way to trace me.

83. Are you closer to your mom or your dad?

Mymother. My dad was always a little bit more distant. He had high expectationsfor us. Besides that, he worked longer hours than my mother and I was with hermore.

85. What’s the last movie you saw in theaters?

Wouldyou believe the last time I was in a theater was when my Noah Gray was ateenager? It was so long ago. I don’t do much in public if I can avoid it.

87. Would you rather wear heels or flip flops?

Flipflops would be easier for me to move in.

89. Do you normally wear your hair straight or curly?

WhenI had longer hair it was straight.

91. Would you rather swim in a river, lake,or pool?

Ariver. Something about the tiny gentle waves crashing against your skin ismagical.

93. …Had sex in a car?

Athenaand I had sex in a lot of unconventional places, but I can’t say that a car wasone of them.

95. What were you doing last night at midnight?

I’dtell you but then I’d have to kill you, literally.

97. Do you like the camera on your phone?

It’sa little blurry. I just can’t seem to get it into focus.

99. Have you ever passed out from drinking?

No-you’ll never catch me in a vulnerable state like being passed out.

101. Have you ever had a pregnancy scare?

Calebwasn’t exactly planned but I wouldn’t call it a pregnancy scare. We were bothready and willing to take care of him and be parents.

103. Do you have any tan lines right now?

Check, I have zero.

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nolanadamscott-blog · 6 years ago

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# Briella

( what your muse’s name in my phone? ): Beautiful Brie

( what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone )

( what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone ) : Sucker - Jonas brothers

( my muse’s last text to your muse ) :

Text: Hello beautiful. Hope your having a wonderful day

@briellaxmoreno

#brie

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bellaireland1981 · 4 years ago

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New Beginnings: CH 7

Characters: Andy Barber x Single Mom! Briella James (Named Reader), Jacob Barber, Ava James

Summary: Briella James is a HS teacher and has Jacob in her class. Jacob meets Briella’s 5 year old daughter and they form a bond. Andy is interested in Briella but her ex (and Ava’s dad) is becoming a problem!

Warnings: Mostly fluff, some angst, jerk of an ex that harasses Briella, kissing… will update in future chapters.

Word Count: 3281

A/N: I do Not own Andy Barber or Jacob Barber, they are fictional characters. I do not give permission for anyone to repost my work or translate it to another site. Reblogs always welcome! This is my FIRST EVER attempt at writing for Andy…or any character, so be gentle! THANK YOU to my friends for supporting me and encouraging me! I’m my own worst critic so I love their feedback! @denisemarieangelina @fluffymisha97 @jamielea81

Previous Chapter

“Mommy! We watched Frozen and Frozen 2!” Ava exclaimed when you entered the house. “And we played games!”

“Sounds like you had a lot of fun!” You replied, hoping your voice didn’t give away your terror. “Ava, Monkey, can you go up and brush your teeth and get your pajamas on? I’ll be right up to read you a story.”

“I can read her a story,” Jacob said, seeming to sense something was off. “Come on, Ava, I’ll read you another one of your princess books if you want.”

“OK! Goodnight, Mommy! I love you.” Ave said bouncing over to give you a hug. Then tuned to hug Andy as well, “Goodnight, Andy! Love you!”

Your heart melted at her declaration. You looked up at Andy who seemingly melted at her words as well. He hugged her back.

“Goodnight, sweet Princess.” He said, his voice thick with emotion. “I love you too.”

“I’ll be up to tuck you in after your book.” You told her, “Love you, Monkey.”

“Come here, Sweetheart.” Andy said, pulling you into his embrace once the kids had gone upstairs. “Take a deep breath. It’s going to be OK. I promise you.”

“Why is he doing this, Andy?” You asked, “Five years… he’s left us alone. Not a word. Why now?”

“I don’t know, but we’re going to find out.” He assured me, “And I’m going to make him stop.”

Andy continued to hold you, rubbing circles on your back to soothe you. It was nice to have his strength when you felt on the verge of falling apart.

You heard your phone vibrate with notification alerts. You’d been good at ignoring it while you were on your date.

“Let me look at the messages, Sweetheart.” Andy said, “Go on up and tuck Ava in, and then we can sit down and figure this out.” He pulled back slightly, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You quietly walked up the stairs and headed to your first to change out of your dress. You chose a pair of joggers and a tshirt. You scrubbed your face free of makeup and pulled your hair back, out of your face. Once finished you felt slightly better and started for Ava’s room. You could hear her and Jacob talking so you paused before going in.

“I wish your daddy could be my daddy, Jacob.” Ava said, “And you were my big brother. You’d be the best big brother.”

“Thanks, Ava.” Jacob said softly, “You’d be the best little sister. Wanna know something? I wish your mom could be my mom.”

Your eyes burned from tears at the sweet sentiments. You took a deep breath and blinked the tears away, needing to go say goodnight to your daughter.

“All ready to be tucked in?” You asked cheerfully, coming into the room.

“Ready!” Ava nodded, you could tell she was getting very sleepy. It was much later than she was used to staying up.

“Goodnight, Ava” Jacob said smiling, leaning over to give her a quick hug before he left the room.

You tucked her in and turned on her bedside lamp before turning off her big light.

“I love you, Monkey.” You whispered, standing by her door.

“Love you, Mommy.” She replied softly, already drifting off to sleep. You quietly stepped out and closed the door.

Jacob was leaning against the wall by the stairs, waiting for you, looking anxious.

“Is everything ok, Bri?” he asked, “Did something happen?”

“Everything is going to be ok” You reassured him, pulling him gently into a hug. His arms came around you, hugging you back tightly. “Thank you for taking such good care of Ava.”

“It’s not a problem.” He replied, “I had fun.”

You both headed down stairs to find Andy. You didn’t want to say too much to Jacob in case Andy didn’t want him to know what was happening, but you knew you’d have to tell him something. He knew something happened and it was clearly making him anxious.

Jacob went to the living room and started picking up the blankets and pillows off the floor, while you found Andy in the kitchen, sitting at the island.

“Hey” You said quietly, walking to the fridge to get a bottle of water. “Do you want something to drink?”

“Water is fine.” Andy said, “Ava all tucked in?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed, “Jacob is worried, Andy. He knows something is wrong. He asked me if something happened. I said it was all ok, I didn’t know if you wanted to tell him anything or what you’d want him to know.”

“He’s always been good at picking up on stuff like that.” Andy smiled, gently, “I’ll talk to him. He’s going to need some kind of explanation because we’re not leaving you and Ava alone here tonight.”

“How bad were the texts?” You asked, unsure you wanted to know. Andy slid the phone over to you, as Jacob walked into the room.

“Hey, Jake.” Andy said, “Listen, Pal, we’re going to stay here tonight with Bri and Ava. There is someone who is harassing her and I need to make sure they’re safe.”

“Who is it?” he asked, “Someone you know, Bri?”

“Its my ex,” You replied, “Ava’s biological father.”

“Does Ava know anything about him?” He asked, curiously.

“No.” You answered, “She’s never asked and I’ve never volunteered information about him. He left before she was born.”

“He’s scum.” Jacob said, his voice sounding angry, “He doesn’t deserve you or Ava.”

“You’re sweet, Jacob.” You said, smiling, “You OK with staying here, and all of this?”

“Of course!” he replied, “Dad’s right, we need to make sure you’re safe.”

“There is a guest room next to Ava’s, and the couch isn’t too bad to sleep on either. I can grab extra pillows and some blankets.” you said.

“I’ll sleep on the couch.” Jacob said, “Can I watch some TV for a bit?”

“Of course you can!” You answered, “Do you want anything to drink?”

“I’m good.” He replied, “But thanks. Goodnight.” He came over to where you were standing and gave you a hug, then to his dad’s shock, hugged him too before heading to the living room.

“You ok?” You asked Andy, smiling, “You look a little shell-shocked.”

“My teenage son, who hasn’t hugged me in years, just hugged me.” He answered, “I’m more than ok.”

You laughed quietly, then taking a deep breath, unlocked your phone and opened up the text messages from your ex.

:You really think I’ll allow some other man to have what’s mine?

: You’re stupid to think he really wants you, Briella. You’re worthless.

: Just because I don’t want you or the brat doesn’t mean I’ll allow anyone else to have you.

: If you continue to go against me, you’ll regret it.

You felt as though you were going to be sick. You could feel bile rising up in your throat. You quickly sat down, knowing if you didn’t you’d collapse.

“Sweetheart,” Andy said, coming around to where you were sitting and pulling you up into his embrace, holding you against him for support. “Those last few messages are essentially threats. We’re going to go to the police station in the morning and report him. We need the paper trail. First thing Monday, we’re filing a restraining order to add to the other orders. In the meantime, I’m not leaving you alone. You and Ava are far too important to me to risk.”

“If I’m being completely honest,” You said, “I’m really glad you’re here. I feel safer with you.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Bri.” He promised, cupping your face with his hands and leaning down to kiss you.

Your arms were around his waist, hands splayed over his back. His hands moved from your face, to wrap his arms around you, one hand bracing your head, pulling you closer. The kiss deepened, his tongue once more licking over your lips, seeking entry into your mouth. You opened, allowing him to deepen the kiss, your tongues meeting. You moaned softly, your bodies pressed together. You didn’t know how long you stood there, locked together, but when you came up for air you were both breathing hard, lips swollen.

“You have no idea how badly I want to keep kissing you,” Andy said, his voice low and husky, “But if we do it’s not going to end with just kissing you and when I do finally get you, I don’t want it to have to be rushed, or to have to worry about one of our kids walking in on us.”

“As much as I’d like to keep kissing you too, I think you’re right.” You reluctantly agreed. “I’ll have to arrange a sleepover for Ava with her grandparents sometime.”

“Sometime soon.” Andy suggested, smiling at you.

“Definitely sometime soon.” You agreed, “In the meantime, I will show you to the guest room for the night.”

“Lead the way, Sweetheart.” He replied. “I’d suggest we could share a bed so I could hold you all night, but it would open up a lot of questions if Ava were to come in.”

“She’ll be full of questions in the morning anyway when she sees you and Jacob still here.” You reasoned, “But those questions will be easier to answer than the questions she’d have at finding you in bed with me.”

You grabbed some extra pillows and blankets from the linen closet and took them to Jacob in the living room. After saying goodnight to him, you led Andy to the guest room.

“There are extra towels in the bathroom if you want to shower or anything.” You said.

He reaches out and gently pulls you back into him, dropping a soft kiss on your lips.

“Get some sleep, Sweetheart,” He said, “We’ll come up with a game plan tomorrow.”

“I forgot to let my mom know about dinner. I’ll have to call her in the morning.” You said, “Maybe we should wait on that until everything with my ex is settled?”

“If you want to wait, we can.” He said, “But I don’t think it’ll hurt anything if we go ahead as planned.”

“Ok.” You said, “I’ll call my mom in the morning.”

“Goodnight, Bri.” He smiled, leaning in to kiss you again.

“Goodnight.” You replied.

You crossed the hall and entered your bedroom, quietly closing the door. You brush your teeth and strip down to just a tshirt and panties, and slip into bed. You laid there, trying to shut your brain off so you could relax and drift off to sleep. You thought about the texts from your ex and worried if he’d actually follow through on his threats. You started to think of all the worst case scenarios of what he could do. The more you thought about it, the more anxious you became.

After tossing and turning for over 30 minutes you gave up trying to fall asleep and picked up your phone from your night stand.

B: Are you still awake?

A: Yeah, everything ok?

B: I can’t sleep… I can’t shut my mind off.

A: Want company?

B: Yes, please.

Shortly after you send the last text, your door opens and Andy strolls in. He’d taken off his pants and button up shirt, leaving him in his boxers and a white undershirt. He smiles warmly at you as he steps closer to the bed.

You scoot over to the side, making room for him to slide in under the covers with you.

“Come here, sweetheart” He said quietly, laying on his back and opening his arms to you. You settled into his embrace, laying on your side, leg kicked over his and your head resting on your chest. The sound of his steady heartbeat instantly put you at ease, you were finally able to take a deep breath.

“Thank you” You whispered, in the dark.

“I have absolutely no problem holding you.” He replied, dropping a kiss to the top of your head, “Try to sleep. We’ll deal with it all in the morning, but I promise, I won’t let anything happen to either of you.”

Comforted by his words, and lulled by his heartbeat and breathing, you were finally able to drift off to sleep.

You woke up feeling well rested. You glanced at the clock on the bedside table, seeing that it was well past when Ava would have normally bounded in to wake you up. Andy stirred next to you, pulling you back into him, his eyes still closed.

“Good morning” You said, laughing quietly.

“Ten more minutes.” He mumbled, a faint smile on his lips, “I don’t want to let you go yet.”

“I’m pretty sure Ava is already up.” You told him, “She’s normally in here bouncing on me by now.”

He finally opened his eyes, his hand coming up to brush the hair out of your face.

“Good Morning, Beautiful.” He said, “Did you sleep well?”

“I did.” You said, “Probably the best I’ve slept in a long time. Did you sleep ok?”

“I slept amazingly well.” He replied, “I loved being able to hold you. Waking up to you was pretty great too.”

“I could really get used to sleeping in your arms and waking up to you.” You told him.

“That’s good because I fully plan on making this a regular thing sooner rather than later.” He confided. “Going back to Ava though, how do you want to handle the fact that Jake and I stayed?”

“You’ll get no objections from me, Counselor,” You teased him, “For now, if she asks, we’ll just say it got too late so we decided to have a sleepover.”

“That’ll work.” He said, “Once we get some breakfast, we can have Jake keep her occupied while we file the report with the police. Afterwards, we can come up with a plan. I don’t want you and Ava alone until we have this settled. I don’t trust your ex.”

“I feel really bad that you’re getting pulled into the mess that is becoming my life.” You said, “I promise it’s not normally like this. Honestly, until recently he was a non-issue.”

“I want to be in your life, Bri” Adny said, “And I know better than anyone that life is sometimes messy. I don’t just want to be here for the good and easy parts.”

“You’re an amazing man, Andy.” You told him, “Most men would have probably run for the hills already.”

“Good thing I’m not most men, then huh?” He said smiling and cupping your face and kissing you gently.

“Very good thing.” You agreed. “Come on, let’s go face the circus and my Monkey.”

“Why do you call her ‘Monkey’?” He asked laughing, while the two of you got up.

“She used to cling to me like a little monkey when she was really little and then when she got bigger she was always climbing on stuff. The name just sort of stuck.” You explained.

“It’s cute.” He replied, “But I think I’ll stick to Princess Ava.”

“She loves that you know” You informed him, “She’s all smiles whenever you call her that.”

“Good” He said, “I’m pretty sure she’s already got me wrapped around her finger.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re right.” You laughed.

You pulled on the joggers you’d worn last night while Andy quickly ran across the hall to pull on his pants. He didn’t bother with his button up shirt just yet. The two of you made your way downstairs. Ava was already perched on the couch with Jacob watching cartoons, clearly in her element and more than happy that he was still there.

“Morning, Monkey” You said, smiling, “Morning, Jacob. Are you guys hungry?”

“Morning, Mommy! Ava exclaimed, “Can we have pancakes?”

“Of course,” You agreed, “Jacob, would you like pancakes?”

“Yes, please.” He said, “And Good Morning.”

“Alright, pancakes coming up.” You said.

“Mommy?” Ava asked, you stopped and turned back towards her. “How come you had a sleepover without me?”

“It wasn’t a planned sleepover, Princess” Andy said, jumping in, “It was just really really late when your mommy and I finished talking and we thought it would be better just to sleep here. We wouldn’t have a sleepover without you!”

“Can we have a real sleepover?” She asked, accepting his answer.

“We can plan a real sleepover.” You and Andy both agree.f

“Next time, we can build blanket forts and camp out in the living room.” Jacob said. “But no parents allowed.”

“Yes!” Ava agreed, laughing, “Sorry Mommy, Sorry Andy!”

“It’s quite alright.” Andy said laughing, “Your Mommy and I are going to go make those pancakes.”

“Bri,” Jacob said, “Can you please not let my dad be in charge of the pancakes?”

“Hey!” Andy said, indignantly. “I can make pancakes.”

“I stand by my plea.” He said, smiling at his dad.

“I promise not to let him wreck the pancakes.” You reassured him, “I can probably teach him how to make them though if you’d like.”

“That works.” Jacob agreed.

“I seriously take offense to the accusation that I can’t handle pancakes.” Andy said, shaking his head playfully.

“Come on,” You said, leading him to the kitchen, “For Jacob’s sake, I’ll teach you the basics of breakfast.”

You managed to get breakfast on the table without incident. Andy wasn’t as helpless in the kitchen as Jacob made him out to be.

After breakfast, you sent Ava upstairs to get dressed and brush her hair. Andy and Jacob took over clean up duties, so you ran upstairs as well to shower.

You were just out of the shower, a towel wrapped around you as you ran a brush through your hair.

“Now there’s a sight.” Andy said coming into the bathroom, looking you over. You laughed, shaking your head.

“Did you want to grab a shower?” You ask him.

“I’ll wait until I get home and can change into clean clothes.” He said, “Although, if you were offering to shower with me…”

“Maybe another time.” You teased.

“Once you’re dressed and ready, we can all head over to my house so Jake and I can change.” He replied, “Did you have a chance to call your mom about dinner today?”

“I wasn’t sure if you still wanted to after last night.” You said, “But I can call her. I’m sure she already planned on it, knowing my mom.”

“Let’s do it.” He said, “I’d like to meet them.”

“Ok, once I’m dressed, I’ll call.” You agreed. Andy smiles, taking your hand and pulling you into him, before bringing his hands up to cup your face, leaning down and angling his mouth against yours. Your arms came up to wrap around his middle, while your tongues explored each other’s mouth. You weren’t sure how long you stayed wrapped in each other and kissing. Slowly, you both came up for air.

“This is the sweetest form of torture.” He chuckled, “It’s hard keeping my hands off of you.”

“I’m having the same problem.” You admitted.

“Soon, Sweetheart.” He promised, “In the meantime, we’ll focus on taking care of the problem with your ex and keeping you and Ava safe. Jake and I will grab clothes from the house and plan on staying again tonight.”

“I’m sure he’s all talk… I’m sure we’ll be fine. It’s a school and work night, I hate to be such a disruption to your normal routine and life.” You said.

“I’m not comfortable taking that chance.” He said, “You’re not a disruption to our lives, Bri, you and Ava make our lives better and I’m damn sure going to protect that and you.”

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