⤷ contains. fluff, singlemom!reader, soft confessions, mentions of single parenthood, mild embarrassment
mornings were always a circus.
between packing lunches, finding tiny shoes, wiping syrup off cheeks and trying not to cry into my coffee, i barely remembered i had a shift until i was halfway through brushing my daughter's hair.
"sweetheart, i need you to be really good today, okay?" i said, crouching down in front of her. her backpack was far too big for her tiny frame, and yet she wore it proudly like armour. "mommy's gotta work, and you'll stay right next to me the whole time. no wandering, no running off. deal?"
she nodded seriously. "deal."
a tight schedule and a cancelled sitter meant today, my four-year-old shadow would be following me through fluorescent aisles and towering pallets of off-brand cereal. i'd expected raised eyebrows, maybe even a warning, but instead, i got jonah simms.
jonah, with his soft flannel rolled at the elbows, coffee in hand and that look — like he'd just seen a puppy for the first time every time he saw me.
"whoa," he said as i clocked in. "new recruit?"
i forced a sheepish laugh. "this is ellie. my sitter flaked, and i couldn't get anyone else. she'll be quiet, promise."
"hey, ellie." he crouched to her level, smiling like it came easy. "i'm jonah. i work with your mom. i'm the funny one."
ellie tilted her head. "you don't look funny."
"ouch," he laughed, mock wounded. "tough crowd."
to my surprise, he stayed close. while i stocked shelves, he distracted ellie with barcode scanners and alphabet games using product labels. while i handled a difficult customer, he knelt beside her in the corner of the break room, helping her draw animals on scrap paper.
by noon, she was holding his hand like she's known him forever. and maybe that was what cracked something in my chest.
at lunch, we all sat together in the breakroom. jonah had found a packet of fruit snacks "for emergencies," which he handed to ellie like it was a contraband. she giggled like it was, too.
"you didn't have to do all this," i said quietly, watching them. "seriously, jonah. you've got your own shift. and your own life."
he shrugged, and then looked at me. not in that way people look when they're trying to be polite, but in that way that makes you feel seen. "you look like you haven't slept in a while. so... i'm helping."
i opened my mouth, then closed it. what could i say to that?
eventually, ellie curled up in one of the armchairs in the breakroom with jonah's jacket draped over her. i was halfway through wiping a sticky cart handle when it happened.
jonah was kneeling beside her again, whispering something. she giggled and then, as clear as anything, i heard her say:
"you're funny, daddy."
silence.
i froze.
jonah blinked.
and ellie, unfazed, yawned and curled further into his coat.
"she— she knows what 'daddy' means," i stammered, cheeks on fire. "she just... says it sometimes when she likes someone. she doesn't have one. i mean, not one who's around."
jonah looked at me then. really looked. "hey," he began softly. "that's okay."
he straightened up, brushing a curl from ellie's face. "i mean.. she could do worse, right?"
i laughed, mostly out of nerves. "jonah—"
"no, really," he said, stepping toward me, lowering his voice. "i like her. and i like you." he hesitated, something flickering behind his eyes. "a lot."
i swallowed. "i've got a kid, jonah."
"i know."
"i've got... a lot of baggage. tight schedules. grocery lists. sleep-deprived breakdowns. it's not a walk in the park."
he smiled gently. "it's okay. i've got comfy shoes."
i couldn't help it — i laughed again, this time for real.
he nudged his shoulder against mine. "let me help. let me be there. not just for the accidental daddy moments... but for all of it. okay?"
i looked at him, this man who never stopped trying, who brought fruit snacks to my daughter and patience to my chaos, and nodded.
ellie mumbled something in her sleep, and shifted and her chair. jonah watched her, then looked back at me like he already loved her — like he already loved us.
and suddenly, everything didn't feel quite so heavy.
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A team of astronomers using the Hubble Space Telescope studied a starless, gas-rich, dark-matter cloud and found it to be a new type of astronomical object—a failed galaxy that never produced stars. Nicknamed Cloud-9, it is a fossil remnant from the early days of the universe.
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☁︎ a spontaneous meet up in the photolab with your ‘ex’ but secretly you can’t get enough of eachother.
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“I think him and Kelly are cute,” you tell Amy who keeps smothering you in questions. “Why are you so hung up on this, boss.” Her nose wrinkles and walks off towards the registers.
Though you did think Jonah and Kelly were cute together, you can’t get over you two just broke up barely three months ago. She started a month ago. We both just weren’t ready for it and both became very absent minded of each other and mutually broke it off. It’s really not that deep.
“Can I please have our star sheet stocker to customer service please, pretty please in a good attitude.”
Garrett sometimes needs to be off the damn microphone. You sigh packing the rest of the sheet packages into the shelf even though none of them really fit. I’ll deal with it later.
The desk stands Dina, Garrett, Amy and Jonah all huddled together speaking much softer than usual.
“What’s up?” You say crossing your arms. All their faces switch to a nicer softer look as if they pity you, including Jonah. “Are we deadass?”
“Listen I don’t want a stressful wok environment, work it out.” Dina states pointing to me and Jonah then her eyes. You raise your arms in disbelief.
“We get along just fine! What’s she talking about?” Jonah says to Amy peaking glances between you and her. You nod glaring her an annoyed smile. “I’m going back to electronics please and thank you.”
“What the hell was that?!” You whisper yell at Amy still with Garrett at the desk.
“I feel a tension! I just want you two to like eachother!”
“Amy we are fine!” I say glaring now to Garrett who can’t stop smiling like an idiot at our conversation. “And what do youuu have to say about it?”
“Absolutely nothing.” His voice blanks not breaking the smile. You roll your eyes heading back towards the nightmare that was that mess of bedsheets.
••~••~••
Your shift lasted the latest of everyone. Cheyenne didn’t feel good as she’s closing in on her due date so you stayed over to cover for her close. The break room for once was empty and dark while you grabbed your stuff. It felt nice to be alone until you’re interrupted from footsteps walking in the hall.
“Hey” your head snaps seeing Jonah standing in the doorway. His black coat holding against his lap and one of his arms leaning him over the doorframe.
“Hey Jonah. Why are you still here? Weren’t you off at like—” you peak down to no watch on your wrist “hours ago.” He chuckles softly now walking towards you.
“I was but I figured I’d wait for you.”
“You act like you wouldn’t see me back at home.” The thought creeps a smile across your lips reflecting to him doing the same.
“Well there’s no one here now.” He offers now leaning up against the lockers looking down at you. “Unless that seems a little bit too unprofessional I could totally get that.”
“You know there’s cameras in this break room right?”
“Hmmmm the photolab doesn’t”
“Deal.”
Within a second of your response his lips lean down towards yours planting them harder with every gasp for air you both needed. His coat falls from his arms and wrap around your thighs and hips, hoisting you against his waist never breaking your needy lips. He carries you like you’re weightless, his pants slightly poking under your jeans from his pulsing erection making him speed up his walk to the lab.
Your back pushes against the door opening into the dark room. He kicks the door closed still holding you along his hip. Your kisses becoming more messy and sloppy as he places you under him across the table.
“Thank god Mateo cleaned this room.” You heave between kisses.
“Yes he’s gonna need to clean it again.” He responds. His lips trail from your lips across your jaw into the sweet spot of your neck nibbling enough to not leave a hickey but enough to soak you through your core.
He pulls away standing staring at you laying across the lab table.
“Jeans.” He demands panting unbuckling his belt. You wiggle off the table following his demand sliding off your jeans and lifting off your shirt leaving you in your black bra and matching panties. You walk towards him assisting in his millions of buttons that close his shirt.
“God there’s so many fucking buttons!” You grumble fiddling with the buttons.
“Fuck so many buttons.” His fingers roughly ripping them off and undoing them at the same time. “We can fix those later.” His shirt flies off and leans over you again on the table.
“You’re so beautiful.” His words softened with warmth rather than lust, too bad it lasted for five seconds. “Beautifully delicious too.”
His lips kiss and slide down your torso and onto your hip bones. The tips of his fingers tapping along your lacy waistband shooting shocks between your legs. His grip tightens he could’ve easily left bruises for a reminder tomorrow. His kisses felt hungrier the deeper he went down your body, his teeth barely grazing your inner thighs. Softly sucking the sensitive thin skin around your bikini line.
His kisses peck softly over your clothed clit muttering a moan just barely audible. One of his hands moves to swipe his finger slowly over your panties feeli by the soaked mess he’s left you in. Your eyes gaze down your body making eye contact with his, his top teeth biting the hell out of his lower lip as if you were a gourmet meal sat for him. In a way, you practically were. He moves your leftover cloth exposing your core to the cold air and his starving body. He moans as he crashes into your lips, him starting out with his tongue figure eighting around your whole core.
“Baby please,” you moan. You feel his moaning vibrations between your thighs. His response is his teeth lightly nibbling directly on your clit shooting your back into an arch. Fuck already? “I’m gonna—”
He fully stops interrupting you. His eyes glare up your body staring to your needy expression, almost darkening his lust. The tighteness in your stomach stinging in the same place, both from him blue balling you and you holding it in for him.
“This isn’t pro woman of you Jonah.” You groan squirming your body as he crawls above you.
“Condom?”
“No it’s in my arm.”
“Love the use of your reproductive rights.”
“Christ Jonah, shut up and fuck me!” You yelp scratching his back down to his hips.
He doesn’t hesitate to slip his dick in as far as he can, your hips aligning together. A warm sensation burning through your whole torso. Your moans get louder as he gathers a rhythm, his moaning harmonizing with yours. The beads of sweat roll down his forehead along his flushed cheeks, some would drop onto yours. Him seeing his own sweat would almost make him moan more, like a piece of him was just on you and he could see it.
“Fuck—”
“Jonah, please,”
His moans escalate louder, hips rocking faster.
“Baby my god..” you yell squeezing your orgasm around him.
“I need to pull—”
“No.” You groan loudly still squeezed around him. You feel his cock harden and pulse inside you, his eyes nearly roll back with his head. The pulsing slowing down but still sitting inside your warmth.
“That was not very feminist of me.” He jokes out of breath resting his forehead on yours. His sweat dripping along your cheeks and nose more.
“As if Tate can’t give me a pill tomorrow.” You laugh back. He slides out of you fully dripping from his cock, his cum sloshing both in and out of you as gravity pulls it between your lips.
You both help each other get redressed and look at little more put together if for some reason Dina gets bored and looks through the night footage tomorrow morning.
“So does no one know you and Kelly broke up still?” You ask buttoning up your jeans.
“They will tomorrow, Kelly’s back from vacation tomorrow.”
“Ha oh shit.” You laugh at the thought. “Weren’t you supposed to be moved in by now?”
“Correct.”
“I’ll make sure to not call in tomorrow. Just to watch the Kelly and Jonah show.” You smile. “My favorite romcom.”
“Yeah yeah, let me walk to your car.”
Jonah has you grab onto his bicep as he leads you out of the store double checking the doors lock and no one is lingering in the parking lot.
“Goodnight lover.” You whisper to him kissing him again but with a cozy warmth behind it.
you had it all: the followers, the sponsors, the boyfriend, until one drunken mistake cost you everything. now you’re off the team, and stuck working at a rundown dog kennel run by the boy who thinks you’re all shine and no substance.
pairing: megumi fushiguro x reader
synopsis: you were the face of iron mountain’s snowboarding scene, but after a DUI and a shattered mailbox land you in hot water, you’re benched from competition and forced into community service at ten shadows rehabilitation & rescue. megumi fushiguro, the boy whose fence you destroyed, isn’t interested in your apology or your designer gloves. he’s a former snowboarding prodigy with a chip on his shoulder and a pack of rescue dogs who like him more than people.
content: based off of disney’s “cloud 9”, slow burn, redemption arc, snowboarding AU.
I was never really happy with Cloud Nine's whole design, and I felt that her powers were too vague... so I've made her more cloud-focused and completely reworked how she looks in a way that I *adore* now. Say hell to the brand new, revamped Cloud Nine! Yet, still the same Marsha Rainier...
