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chaneydoll · 2 months

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LAST MINUTE CH. 2 - AUSTIN BUTLER

SingleDad!Austin x reader

Warnings: Fluff, unedited writing

Word count: 1,605

Summary: The day has finally come, and Austin is over the moon.

The week leading up to the date crawled by like a snail on Valium. Austin found himself humming along to love songs he hadn't touched in years, meticulously trimming his beard every other day, and even attempting a new, slightly less disastrous hairstyle (thanks to Liam's enthusiastic, if questionable, hairstyling skills).

Liam, surprisingly well-behaved in a new shirt and gelled hair, declared himself "official chaperone" and spent the afternoon "preparing" for the date. This involved constructing an elaborate fort out of blankets and pillows in the living room, complete with a stash of snacks for "emergencies."

Austin stared at his reflection in the mirror, the knot in his stomach tighter than the button-down he was struggling with. This wasn't just a Saturday night with you. This was, he dared to believe, the start of something more. His heart thundered a nervous rhythm against his ribs, echoing the pounding of miniature fists on his bedroom door.

"Daddy, Daddy! Are you ready?" Liam bounced excitedly, dressed in his best superhero shirt and a mischievous grin. Austin forced a smile. "Almost, bud. I shouldn't keep her waiting, should I?"

His grin widened. "Nope!" He chuckled, shaking his head. "I'm almost finished. Now go wash your face, little dude. Auntie Ashley should be here in a few minutes," he tells his son. With Liam occupied, Austin took a deep breath. He could do this. Y/n was just another person, right? Just incredibly kind, intelligent, and beautiful. Okay, maybe not just another person. But still, he could be charming, could he not?

He straightened his bowtie, a last-minute addition courtesy of Liam's enthusiastic rummaging in his dress-up trunk. It was slightly crooked, adding a touch of endearing awkwardness to his attire. Taking one last look, he grabbed the bouquet of peonies they'd picked earlier, a vibrantly colorful reminder of their afternoon adventure.

The feminine voice he knew and loved filled his ears as he made his way to the living room, where Liam and Ashley stood. All of the attention was now on Austin and his appearance.

"Austin, you look… dapper." Ashley's eyes twinkled with amusement. "And Liam, your bowtie is magnificent!" Liam puffed out his chest, grinning proudly. "Daddy helped!" She smiles at the boy, who was shaking his tie frantically.

"Sorry I'm late; Jupiter would not eat for the life of him. Did I miss anything?" Austin managed a weak smile. "Just an Injustice League attack on Metropolis, nothing crazy." Austin teased, bugging his son.

"It was crazy! Batman and Superman almost died!" Liam shouts, dramatically throwing his face in his hands. He ran back to his "lair," his attention solely on the architectural marvel before him. The laughter died down, snapping Austin back into reality.

Ashley's grin widened. "Relax, Aus. You're a catch. Y/n's gonna be smitten." She says, throwing her hand on his shoulder. Her words were reassuring, but he couldn't shake off the feeling of inadequacy. He wasn't the charming, smooth-talking type. He was just Austin, a single dad with Lego-covered floors and a permanent stain on his favorite shirt.

The butterflies in Austin's stomach did a synchronized tap dance as he stood at your doorstep. He'd dreamt of this moment for months, replaying it in his mind a thousand times, each iteration ending in a different shade of awkwardness. Yet, here he was, the setting sun painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, and a first date with you, his charming next-door neighbor, stretching before him like an uncharted adventure.

You, however, radiated warmth and ease. Your smile, as bright as the string lights adorning your porch, instantly calmed his jitters. He stared, his heart leaping into his throat, as your figure emerged. You, bathed in the soft glow of the lighting, looked breathtaking. Hair was loose, cascading down your shoulders, along with a white sundress that hugged your body in all of the right places.

"Hey," you said, your voice as captivating as the fall foliage swirling around the two of you. "Hi," Austin stammered, suddenly self-conscious about his button-down and slightly wrinkled jeans. "Sorry I'm..."

"Late? Not at all," you interrupted, your smile widening. "I was just cleaning up the house a bit before you came." He nodded, revealing the bouquet from behind his back.

"These are for you," he says, his voice slightly deeper than usual. Your cheeks flushed. "Thank you, Austin; I love them."

He stumbled over his words, "No problem. I, uh, thought pink peonies would be... bright, like you." Cringe. He mentally smacked his forehead. Your tickled laughter, however, quickly chased away his embarrassment.

"That's sweet," You smile, taking the flowers from him before setting them in an open vase that was on your counter. The platform sandals that gave you no justice with your height difference between you and Austin were slipped on as you walked back to your door.

"Lead the way." You say, extending your arm. A laugh bubbled up from his chest, genuine and unrestrained. This wasn't the stuffy conversation or awkward greeting he'd envisioned. This was Y/n, unique and unexpected, just like you'd always been.

The autumn leaves crunched under the tires as Austin navigated the winding road, the headlights painting fleeting shadows on the trees. Beside him, your laughter filled the car, a melody sweeter than any radio station. He gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, his knuckles white under the light filtering through the car windows.

Dating again felt like driving a stick shift blindfolded after years of a reliable automatic, Austin thought.

"Is everything alright?" Your voice broke through his reverie, concern lacing your tone.

He swallowed, forcing a smile. "Yeah, just... remembering how bad I am at parallel parking." You chuckled, your hand reaching out to squeeze his arm briefly. "Relax; we can always find a garage." Your touch sent a jolt through him, and he fought the urge to glance at you.

As you two entered the warm, bustling restaurant, the aroma of garlic and herbs embraced your nose. The air was filled with the gentle chatter of families and couples, creating a cozy atmosphere.

Austin led you to a secluded table by the window, offering a breathtaking view of the valley bathed in the soft hues of twilight. The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow on your faces, creating a sense of intimacy that sent a shiver down your spine.

"This is so cute," you murmured, voice barely a whisper.

His heart rate quickened. "I'm glad you think so."

The waiter arrived—a friendly man with a thick Italian accent who immediately took a shine to you. As you ordered, Austin found himself captivated by your animated expressions, his eyes not tearing away from you once.

When the food arrived, the conversation flowed effortlessly. You talked about everything and nothing. With each bite, with each shared laugh, it was clear that Austin could get used to this.

He spoke of Brooke, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he described the situation. You listened intently, eyes filled with warmth.

Your hand reached across the table, the touch sending shivers down his spine. "Sometimes," you said, your voice low, "you gotta learn to let things go, even if it isn't what you want." The air crackled with unspoken desires, the space between the two of you shrinking until it was barely there.

Then, the spell broke as a loud toddler scream erupted from the table next to you. The moment, fragile and precious, was shattered, leaving a bittersweet longing in its wake.

"Well, if that isn't Liam in another form, I don't know what is." Austin deadpans, rolling his eyes. You burst into a fit of laughter, taking another long sip of your wine.

"Oh, not Liam." You say, throwing your hand over your heart. He picks up on your sarcastic tone, "He's pretty perfect, alright."

The city lights blurred past Austin's windshield, mirroring the kaleidoscope of emotions swirling within him. The restaurant's warmth had faded, replaced by the crisp autumn air and the never-ending fluttering in his chest.

Silence stretched in the car, comfortable yet charged. Austin stole a glance at you, in awe of the way your hair framed your face, the moonlight casting soft shadows on your features. Does she feel what I'm feeling? He thought. As he pulled up in front of your house, a pang of disappointment shot through him.

He walked you to the door, the silence once again charged with hidden emotions. He stopped, hesitating, unsure of what to do next.

"Austin," you say, "thank you for everything tonight." For a breathless moment, your eyes locked, desires simmering in the air. Then, he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. "No, thank you, Y/n."

Austin leaned closer, your faces mere inches apart. The tension was unbearable, the air thick with anticipation. Then, he closed the gap, softly grasping each side of your face as your lips met in a kiss that was slow, tender, and filled with promise.

It was everything you had imagined. Austin went above and beyond for you tonight, and it made the kiss well worth it.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and smiling, Austin's eyes were noticeably darker as he caressed your cheek.

"Good night," he whispered, his voice deep.

"Good night," you echo, lingering for a moment before reluctantly stepping back.

As he watched you disappear into your house, the warmth of the kiss lingered on his lips. He made his way back to his abode and met with Liam, who was probably looking forward to this date more than Austin had been all along.

"Daddy! Did you kiss her?"

#austin butler x reader #austin butler #elvis presley #elvis fans #elvis the pelvis #singledad

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allthelovehes · 19 days

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Care and Connection* | TEASER

Summary: Y/N has been babysitting Harry's daughter for a couple of months now and the two of them grew rather fond of each other. Harry can't help but swoon when he comes home to find his daughter wrapped up in Y/N's arms, both asleep on the sofa.

Pairing: Singledad!Harry x reader

Word count: 2.8K TEASER of a 9K Patreon Exclusive!

Warnings: Smut, lots of love and care, cutest girl ever, oh right back to the smut: protected sex, oral both f and m receiving, swallowing (iykyk), taboo relationship(?).

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Four months into getting her master's degree, Y/N stumbled upon a babysitting gig for a wealthy single dad. Harry Styles promised the opportunity of a lifetime. After graduating she could use him as a reference and would even have a chance to be head of her own department in his corporation. All she had to do was keep his kid alive and act like their best friend. This shouldn't be too difficult.

Her boss was nothing like she had expected. Y/N loved children and had babysat through her undergrad years so Harry was definitely on board with the resume she put in. What he didn't count on was the temptation the beautiful girl brought with her. His three-year-old daughter adores her and seeing his daughter so happy made him weak as well. But Y/N too wasn't prepared for the tension that'd soon build between the two of them.

Y/N's schedule is perfect for her job, she takes three classes a week at the university which are all morning classes leaving her plenty of time to watch Grace in the afternoon so Harry can go to the office. Being the CEO allows him to work from home and they agreed upon the three mornings, as long as she's finished by 1 PM. Her master's requires a lot of self-study but Harry promised her the use of his office, whenever she needed it.

After finishing her classes, Y/N steps in her car and drives to the Styles residence. She clicks the button of the remote control so the gate to Harry's property opens. Whenever Y/N wonders how her boss can afford such a beautiful home, she reminds herself that she really shouldn't pry too much into people's personal lives. She shakes the question away every time because truthfully she doesn't want to know.

“Y/N!” Grace shouts excitedly when the front door opens. Her little feet slide against the wooden flooring, while the small girl is making her way over to her.

“Hi, Gracie.” She smiles brightly, crouching down so she can wrap her arms around her. “You can actually run a marathon now.” She pokes her tongue out.

“Daddy said I hafta put on my shoes first.” The small girl points at her bare feet. “Then you can race.”

“Daddy is smart, you'd be way faster with your shoes on!” Y/N agrees. Grace's favourite activity is definitely running. Ever since the day she found out how fast her legs could carry her, there was no going back.

“Y/N, I am so glad you're here.” Harry walks into the entrance and the Y/N can't help but bite her lip. He wears a tight black turtleneck sweater, showing off his chest and when he turns to close the door, his trousers fit very nicely. Y/N shakes her head, chastising herself for once again admiring the beauty that is her boss. “You are early.”

Y/N gets up, looking at her wristwatch. “By two minutes.” She can feel the blush creeping up her cheeks because even though they've been doing this babysitting gig for a couple of months, she is still caught off guard when they talk. “My professor ended his lecture earlier than expected.” She explains.

“I should reward your punctuality.” He smirks mischievously. If she hadn't fallen in love with his daughter first, it would've probably been him.

Grace slides into her purple Converse shoes and looks up at the pair while attempting to tie her shoes.

“Come here baby.” Y/N reaches a hand out. “Let me help you.” She watches as the girl makes her way to her with a bright smile. She's definitely taken after Harry. Her brown hair covers a good part of her back when it's down, which always has Harry insisting that she does a half ponytail. Her small chubby hands roam around with any and everything making it all the more impossible to grasp properly. But if there's one thing Y/N has learned in these last couple of months it's that it doesn't take a lot of effort for Grace to grasp hold of someone's heart. Y/N finishes tying her shoe before wrapping the little girl's hair into a ponytail, using the band on her wrist to secure it into place and picking up the toddler.

“Is it a race?” Grace asks curiously.

“I was thinking that we can make french toast.” Y/N suggests, laughing at herself as she proposes something completely different from what Grace insists on.

“French toast?” Grace scrunches her nose up in disapproval.

“Yes, Grace!” She exclaims. “We need to eat first.”

Harry watches their interaction and doesn't even attempt to hide the amusement that crosses his features.

“Ok.” The three-year-old girl answers. “I guess.”

“It's only until lunch.” Y/N reminds her. “Then afterwards we can go running. You and me?” She wiggles her eyebrows.

“Daddy's not gonna come?” Grace mumbles a soft pout on her face.

“I have to work, baby.” Harry reminds his daughter. “Y/N will watch you today while I am at work. She is gonna make sure you eat and sleep and she'll play with you until you tire her out.” He smiles. “Just like every other Thursday.” He wraps his right arm around Y/N's waist, leaning in so he can kiss the top of his daughter's head. “Now be nice.”

“I don't want to sleep, daddy.” Grace frowns, the disappointment and resistance clear on her face.

“Later.” He smiles. “Daddy is late.”

“Did you eat?” Y/N looks at him. “I can make you lunch too.” She offers.

“I already ate, don't worry.” He chuckles. “Besides I know it's not in your job description to care for me.” Harry smirks.

“But if your baby doesn't get the proper attention and you're too weak from starvation, I will be liable.” Y/N offers nonchalantly and feels her cheeks warm when his gaze meets hers.

“Can I go jump on the bed?” Grace interrupts them.

“Absolutely not!” They both scold in unison before turning their heads to stare at the other. Harry chuckles as he sends her a wink.

“I'm going to go now. Be good.” He says looking at Grace. “You too, Y/N.” He winks at her.

“I am always on my best behaviour, Mr. Styles.” She teases.

“I know.” He hums satisfied. “That's the problem.” ***

Y/N walks out of Harry's office, making sure to quietly close the door behind her. Grace peacefully fell asleep after running for thirty minutes straight in the backyard and Y/N took the opportunity to use Harry's home office to study for her classes. She just found out she had an exam on Monday and it was way too close for her comfort.

When Grace wakes up from her nap, Y/N gets her changed and ready for the rest of their afternoon together. Y/N keeps busy to get through Grace's demanding behaviour, so she figures some baking will be a good activity. She's wearing Harry's apron, her hair has come undone with all the frustration she has with measuring the dry ingredients but honestly, she couldn't care less about anything else. She's covered in flower and possibly milk but she prides herself on the fact that the smell of banana bread has taken over the house.

“Grace?” She calls but receives no answer. “Grace!” She calls again, a bit louder this time but still nothing. Where is she? Y/N steps out of the kitchen and into the living room where she finds the little girl laying down on the sofa. “Are you hungry?”

“Mmhm.” Grace shakes her head.

“No? Are you sleepy, love?” Y/N sits down next to the toddler and runs her hand over her back.

“My tummy hurts.” Grace frowns, holding her stomach.

“It hurts?” She frowns, pressing her hand down against Grace's belly and rubbing circles on it with her thumb. “Come here.” Y/N gently lifts Grace onto her lap. “Where does it hurt, baby?”

Grace pulls a pout on her face, her eyes looking at Y/N for a second before pressing her lips into a thin line. She pushes her cheek against the babysitter's chest and points to her stomach.

“Is it a big hurt?” Y/N feels worried for the child. She doesn't want Grace to be in pain and what's worse is that it's the first time something like this happens. “Gracie?” She whispers, and the little girl merely nods her head.

“Oh, come here baby.” Y/N coos and lays down with Grace in her arms. She covers them with the blanket from the back of the sofa, keeping them warm.

Grace settles between the crevice of her neck and chest, clinging to Y/N as her fingers softly graze the nape of her neck. Her fingers twirl a strand of Y/N's hair around them while the thumb of her free hand is caught between her lips.

Y/N curls her hands over Grace's head as she begins humming a tune for the little girl. She closes her eyes, allowing the smooth melody to come out and waits patiently for the girl to fall asleep. It doesn't take much longer for Grace to relax and after one more round, Y/N is certain the toddler has succumbed to her dreams. She lays with the little girl, not wanting to wake her up and keeps humming and soothingly patting her back.

Eventually, she opens her eyes as she feels a soft pressure on top of her head and sees Harry standing there caressing her hair, quietly staring back at her. How long has he been standing there?

“You fell asleep.” He whispers, his voice full of amusement.

“How did your meeting go?” Y/N keeps her voice at a low level as not to startle her little sleeper.

“You had a tough day, sweetheart?” He asks, sitting down on the other sofa in front of them. His dimpled smile breaks out as she nods her head at him. Harry is genuinely touched at seeing the closeness between his girl and the woman who has brought so much happiness to his family.

Y/N turns her head, nuzzling her nose against Grace's hair and taking a deep breath. The little girl moves to press a leg between her knees and pushes her feet against her thigh, feeling the warm embrace.

“When did this happen?” He motions to Grace.

“She said her tummy hurt.” Y/N explains. “I thought we could keep snuggling a bit. Besides if I laid her down she'll probably wake up.”

“A wise decision.” He assures her, letting his head rest on his palm.

Y/N smiles for a moment before her eyes fall to his lap. “How was your meeting?” She asks.

“Exhausting.” Harry sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Kept thinking about my girls at home.” He looks at her and she bites her bottom lip trying to hide her shy smile. She loves how he said girls, as in plural.

They stare at each other a bit longer, neither one wanting to break their eye contact, in a sense begging the other to be the first. Grace lets out a small cough, startling Y/N into looking away. She turns to see the small girl's forehead all bunched up.

“It's ok, honey.” She whispers, pressing a small kiss to her temple. She begins her lullaby again and it doesn't take long for Grace to settle into a deep sleep.

“So beautiful.” He hums after a while, looking at the way Grace falls at ease in Y/N's arms. “Let's put her to bed so we can have dinner.” Harry offers and takes the small child in his arms and carries her up the stairs.

Y/N stays behind and cleans up the mess they made in the kitchen, thankful that she let the food she planned on cooking for dinner stay in the fridge. She glances up as she sees Harry strolling down the staircase. His long legs carry him forward in a few strides and she rolls her eyes at herself for finding such a stupid activity exciting.

“Is she asleep?” Y/N asks.

“Mmhm.” Harry stretches his arms above his head and Y/N catches a sliver of skin beneath his sweater. It only lasts a moment but it's enough for Y/N to release the breath she didn't realise she was holding in.

Harry lowers his arms and reaches the kitchen, taking a seat on a stool on the other side of the counter. He had his hands pressed on top of it as his eyes look down. After a small sigh, he looks up at Y/N.

“I was thinking-” He pauses. “-me and you, we should talk.” He keeps his hands pressed on the cold marble, balling them into fists at the fear of her rejection.

Y/N's face shows an expression of worry. “Oh no, was I not meeting the needed requirements of my job?” She questions, folding the dish towel on her shoulder. “I've tried to give as much love and care to Grace as possible. I promise that I will not abandon her or neglect her or her well-being.”

Harry smiles lovingly at her. “You are amazing with her.” He remarks, leaning his elbows on the counter. “But that's not what I was talking about.”

“It's not?” Y/N pouts, now very confused about what he really wants to say.

“This babysitting thing, Y/N.” Harry begins. “We both know that this is more than that.” He waits for her reaction.

“Ok..” She drags out the 'o'. “I mean if you've been-“

“Can you please sit down?” He interjects.

Y/N smiles politely, afraid to show too much of the happiness that has taken over her. Harry can see her hesitancy and can tell she's trying her best to remain calm while she takes her seat next to him. She turns her stool a little bit so she's directly facing him.

Harry stares at her for a moment, taking her in and how natural it seems for them to sit down like this. His fingers reach out, brushing her cheek lightly but pulling his hand back when she frowns. It's too soon. It's inappropriate. But he wants her so much.

“I care for you a lot.” He starts again, with a newfound confidence and strength. “I think it's more than just Grace at this point. You have become a part of my family in such a short amount of time. You've shown me the joy of welcoming another human in my home and offering them safety and love.”

“I love being here.” Y/N swallows the lump in her throat. “Grace is so perfect and I- I care for her immensely. I would do anything for her.”

“You also happen to be exquisite.” Harry remarks. “Possibly the prettiest woman I have ever laid eyes on.” Y/N ducks her head and he can sense the heat radiating from her skin. “It's not my place to cross any boundaries but I can't deny the chemistry and connection we share. I am so attracted to you.”

She bites her lower lip. This is going all wrong. “But, Harry.”

“Y/N.” He interrupts her. “Let me finish.” He tilts his head to the side.

“I've seen the way you've been looking at me.” Harry reaches out, lifting her chin with his fingers. “It's the same way I look at you when you're not looking back.”

“It's true.” She admits. “I just-” Y/N frowns. “I thought that maybe, and please don't hate me for thinking this, I thought that perhaps I was seeing things that weren't actually there, delusional daydreaming.” She scoffs and Harry licks his lips, a smirk visible.

“Allow me to clear the confusion.” He whispers, running his fingers along her jaw, towards the right side of her neck. “I want you.” He reveals, slightly tilting her head back with a gentle push, so her eyes meet his. “And I will wait until you decide you're ready.”

She tenses up, a hand on her thigh as the other grips at the hem of her blouse. “What if I'm ready now?” Y/N muses.

Harry leans back, pushing himself off the stool and stepping forward as the gap between him and Y/N lessens. “Then I'd say we skip dinner.” He says, his voice a bit deeper and definitely surer than before. Her eyes travel his face, holding the gaze of his bright green eyes for a second longer.

“We definitely should, Mr. Styles.” Y/N decides to call him by his last name as she sees the spark ignite in his eyes. “After all, you are the boss.” She chuckles.

“That's right, love.” He smirks. “I am.” Harry wraps his arms around her, pulling her off the stool and holding her securely against his frame. The younger woman wraps her hands around his neck and her legs around his waist, giving him all the assurance he needs. “God, look at you.” He murmurs before pressing his lips to hers.

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elshi0n07 · 11 months

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sorry for the inactivity

Steve was the number 1 shield agent, until he had to retire after getting pregnant so he had to retire to become a great single dad.

#my art #bottom steve rogers #steve rogers #male pregnancy #mpreg #mpreg!steve #singledad #baby peter parker #dad steve rogers #peter parker

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slvtforfiction · 6 months

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Headcanons for ghost :)

☆ SingleDad!Ghost X Neighbour!Reader

☆ Cuties honestly just pure fluff ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

☆ Masterlist

☆ Creds to @cafekitsune for dividers :)

☆ SingleDad!Ghost who regularly asks you to look after his son whilst on deployments.

☆ SingleDad!Ghost who brings his son round with a diaper bag and his favourite blanket to see you and his son asleep on the sofa together.

☆ SingleDad!Ghost who regularly drops his son off to his grandparents so he can take you on a date.

☆ SingleDad!Ghost who comes home to see his son asleep on your chest and immediately wants to get you a ring.

☆ SingleDad!Ghost who cooks you dinner with a glass of nice red wine after deployment to say thank you.

☆ SingleDad!Ghost who wants you to be the mum to his kid.

☆ SingleDad!Ghost who knocked the door getting no answer and instead grabbing the key from out of your plant pot.

☆ SingleDad!Ghost who walked into the house with food and a nice red wine to say thank you but this time with a ring in his pocket.

☆ SingleDad!Ghost who walked into the living room to see you and his son asleep on the sofa together as his son laid on your chest,snoring.

☆ SingleDad!Ghost who began cooking dinner whilst he let you sleep after the month he had been gone.

☆ SingleDad!Ghost who eventually woke you up to give you some dinner.

☆ SingleDad!Ghost as he got down on one knee and asked you to marry him.

☆ Dad!Ghost and Mum!Reader living out their life together with their son.

#SingleDad #mw2 #smut #spotify #ghost comfort #cod mw2 #cute #ghost mw2 #ghost mw2 smut #romance #song #ghost

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shiyalovesironstrange · 2 years

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Peter, whispering to Tony, who’s on the phone with Stephen: Ask him something!

Tony: How are you feeling?

Stephen: Fine.

Peter: Something personal!

Tony: At what age did you first get your period?

Peter: 😐

#iron man #tony stark #incorrect ironstrange #doctor strange #ironstrange #marvel #stephen strange #incorrect supremefamily #peter parker #incorrect irondad and spiderson #doctor dad #supremefamily #spiderman #singledad #tony stank #stephen x tony

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themahoganysims · 1 year

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§138,026 Created for a single father with 3 kids. Two teens and one child. The father makes decent money and is able to spoil his kids. He feels like he must since their mother has been gone for about a year.

#blacksimmer #nocc #singledad #thesims4 #ts4builds #willowcreek #teens #highschoolyears #growing together

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joyffree · 23 days

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Ocean Echoes a Why Choose Romance by Blake Black is now live! They promised me everything. But when the tides turned and my true self surfaced, their promises washed away with the receding waves.

I forced them to realize their mistake, made them see the truth, even if it meant drowning in my own heartache. Now, they’re sorry, begging for forgiveness. But I’m done with empty words and broken promises.

I would have been happy to leave and never look back, but a rip current keeps pulling me toward them, to face the hurt.

How can I trust them again after they rejected me so fiercely?

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lnstr1974 · 3 months

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Wishing it was Summer

#need a girlfriend #singledad

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psicostyles · 2 years

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Loving me takes patience.

Hello, here it's the third part nobody asked for, but it's here anyway!

if you like, please let me know, it means a lot to me, besties <3 Read the previous parts: one, two

This is a dad!harry x oc character, it's all about Latinas girls, babes!

PART THREE At least one month since they closed the contract with Ms. Sabino's company, the website project was progressing. In the meeting where they'd discuss the project, Harry was the co-leader. The interface that Ms. Sabino requested must need three prior things: 1) An assistant who is always online - not a robot though - 2) A simple and clean layout where the topics could be easily found 3) the website must contain at least three idioms in case the customer needs it. A lot of things, don't you think?

When Harry was invited to join the project he was a bit confused about how things work, so let's refresh a little bit. Harry works for Jonah in a small IT company, Ms. Sabino heard about them due to their potential work even though they are a small company, and Sabino made an agreement with Jonah on behalf of his client. So, mathematically speaking it goes like this, an IT company contacted Sabino, then Sabino contacted Jonah, then Jonah reached Rebecca, and finally, the company who contacted Sabino first made a deal with Harry's team. Easier, right?

How Harry wishes it was that simple, the company that contacted Sabino first, is named after the owner's mother, so it is called Proyecto Julieta. It belongs to Max. The project Max wanted was the following thing, a platform of Real State Plans, so every single person who was searching for a place to live, with accessible prices could find it on their website. Nice huh? Well, not for them.

Harry and Jason, his leader, spent hours of meetings, calculating, designing, and getting tired to death. Harry wasn't even graduated for sake! How did he suppose to know of all this shit? They both agreed it was better to go home, it was a very long day.

Getting home, Lisa was still there, he told her she could go home now since he is here. As usual daddy duties were calling; after a long session of hugs and kissing and maybe some tickles was bath time, right after that they had dinner, then Harry after reading her some fairy tale book Cassie fell asleep. Harry took the chance and very quietly get off of her bed and moved to his room. It was his time for a relaxing bath, now. The shower wasn't too hot nor too cold. After that, he lays in his bed and tried to study a little more about programming and how to create a website with so many features. From his nightstand, he felt his phone vibrates, it was a message. A message from Rebecca.

Rebecca Rojas: hey you, a little bird told me you are officially on Sabino's and Max's project. YAY. I'm happy for you!

He didn't expect that, but it came at the right time. He studied a bit more then put it all away and went to sleep, with a smile on his face may I add.

The next day in the office, Jonah dismissed Jason and Harry from their duties to focus on Julieta's Project. Jason was the lead so he arrange another meeting with Harry and other members who were allowed to participate, all friends with Jason from his college. When Harry entered the room he felt happy, and finally felt seen and appreciated, his hard work was doing perfectly fine.

The meeting was great, to say the least, he was heard, and he said all of his thoughts and ideas. When the meeting ended he sigh with relief, they are almost halfway there. Harry was leaving the conference room while texting his mother to keep her updated when suddenly he bumped into someone. Their cellphone fell straight to the ground, and both kneel to grab them, when he looked up, Rebecca is standing up with him. Duh, of course. It would be her, of all people in that room, right? It was mathematically possible, for sure, you see, if both of them were working on the same project so and in the same building for sure, they would stumble into themselves at some point.

Harry and his silly face kept staring at her until he said, ''I'm sorry, I did not mean to" He didn't but man, he was glad!

"There is no problem, Harry" she smiled, composing herself ready to leave when Harry had a deep breath and let out "Hey" Rebeca turned her attention to him again "Wanna grab something to eat? I mean, it's almost time for lunch, right?" she smiles nodding "Okay, let's go"

There were they, sitting at a table outside the little restaurant nearby. He ordered salmon and salad, Rebecca went a little further, she request a ceviche and sparkling water with a slice of lemon.

"So, tell me a little bit about yourself, yeah? he said while taking a bite of salmon.

"What do you want to know?" she asked.

He shrugged "I'd say everything, but feel free to tell whatever you're comfortable with" she sighed.

"Well, I'm Rebecca, 27 years old, I'm actually Brazilian just like my mom, my father is from Guatemala, so I was raised with both languages. I earned a scholarship program to study Italian and English in college, so I went to Italy to study abroad, wasn't the easiest thing to do, but I don' regret it, you know?" she said

So you see, Harry was only 5 years older than her, that was nice. So along with the lunch, he was getting to know her better. So far, he knows she speaks 6 languages, he remembered she something about romance languages he had no idea what that means, so he asked.

"Oh, romance languages are the ones that come from Latin. The major languages include French, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, and Romanian. But I don't speak Romanian" she laughs.

"You mentioned you speak German, right?"

"Oh God, no. I'm trying to but it's kinda hard" Hard? he thought, you speak six languages and German it was hard? No way.

"Why languages? Where did you learn all that?" Harry asked wiping his mouth and leaving his food aside.

"Well..." she started to say, but her phone started to ring, she picked up "Oh, hey. Okay, I get it. Yeah I will be there in a second, I'm not so far from the office. Okay, bye" she looked at him leaving her money to pay her part "Dutty calls, let's go?"

They rushed their way and when they got there, they notice both were going to separate ways. Harry was calling the lift when Rebecca turned around, called his name, and said.

"Hey, we should do this again. I like talking to you" the lift rang warning he was there and opened the doors, Rebecca waved goodbye. Harry did not have the chance of saying anything, but that boy was smiling like a fool.

part four

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