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Mrs. One of One
You are the definition of elegance and beauty, from the way your perform on stage and how help your students, You know practically all of the dance genres and how to teach them, it's just you prefer hip hop and ballet. Heart-shaped objects. Just because you are a lover girl doesn't mean you are taking shit from everybody, reader WILL put her foot down.
⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: loved to dance; this was your art form and your passion. To inspire other girls who looked like you to see that they could do it too. No matter the skin color, hair texture, or anything else, if they loved it and believed in themselves, put in the work, they could do anything they put their minds to.
.⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: who grew up with 2 older sisters, who you stole everything from, and still to this day you have some souvenirs of some things you called "borrowed items," but you never gave em back. Your sister Tina's bracelet you rarely ever took off, and a couple other items that have become your everyday wear.
⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: Almost every time Smoke gets home early from the auto shop,a nice foot rub, warm shower, or bath is waiting just for you. His heavy hands feel like heaven to your feet, sometimes causing you to let out moans of relief.
⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: Who has had some happy moments, getting married to Smoke was truly a dream; that man treats you like a queen, whether it's kicking and massaging your feet or making sure you are taking care of yourself with daily calls at work while he is on break. He always wants to make sure his woman is taken care of.
⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: Who was quite literally the happiest woman on earth when she found out she was having a baby, and was immedatley put on bed rest, you didn't lift a finger while you were pregnant with Harmony, Smoke would scold you and snitch to your sister and parents if he saw you lifting anything to heavy, so whenever your family would come over they would get on your case.
⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: Who always made sure her nails and toes were done, whether you did them yourself or you went to the salon, it was just something that became routine to you and something you loved to do.
⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: who was always humming to some sort of song, whether it was the one you were teaching the dance to or one that had been in rotation; you felt as if there was a song for every situation, so either you were humming a song or music would be playing in the house. Either way, a melody would be heard!
⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: Who only has to hear one ring off the phone from Smoke before hearing his voice, greeted with the sound of drilling in the background and his southern accent like music to your ears with a nice "Hi Baby, how's my girl doing?"
⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: When you were able to leave early from work, you loved doing visits and bringing food to his work, whether it was from his favorite takeout spot like Lola's Fish Fry, where he would tear up the dinner platter that lay 2 fried fish sandwiches, french fries, and coleslaw, with a cold iced tea.
⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: who wanted Harmony to find her own passion and almost cried to Smoke when you took Harmony to see The Nutcracker around Christmas time in New York and Harmony was in awe, once you two left to head to the parking lot hand in hand. Harmony's eyes were practically glowing as her tiny hand wrapped tightly around yours as she skipped across the parking lot, she kept her coat unbuttons to show off her pretty velevet dress she insisted on wearing to the theater.
"Mommy ! Mommy, did you see her?" she exclaimed, looking at you with wide brown eyes. "The sugar fairy?! She went weeee like this!"
Harmony attempted a wild, heavy spin, as she tried to replicate the moves she saw the ballerinas do, almost tripping over her own shiny leather shoes that Smoke had polished before you two left. You caught her elbows, giggling a bit and making sure she was standing straight. Harmony couldn't stop talking about how pretty the outfits were and the spins.
"Good job, sweetheart, and yes, honey, I saw!" your heart was damn near melting, you had seen The Nutcrakcer at least fifty times and you had been in it yourself, but watching it with your five year old changed your whole perspective and made you admire it even more. "She had beautiful pirouettes, didn't she?"
"Can you do it, do it like her?" Harmony stopped dead in her tracks almost challenging to see if you could do it. Her hands on her hips and expression almost like a coach.
Your eyebrows furrow "Hun, right now ? In the parking lot?" I teased looking around at the row of cars making sure no cars were moving, but all that laid on the cars were the light dusting of snow under the street lights.
"Prettyyyy pleaseeee, Mommy, I wanna see you do it!" Harmony pleaded with her puppy eyes, how could you say no to the precious face that was a mix of your and Smoke's?
You step away from the car, making sure it's a clear and safe spot and you pulled your core in and set both of your feet in a clean fourth position, even as you wore boots with a slight heel to them. The muscle memory of dancing.
"Ok Harm, watch closely," you said, ssmiling down at her "the spotting is key,"
You prepped and pushed off your back leg, and snapped right into a clean and controlled triple pirouette,
Harmony gasped as she jumped, all giddy with the brightest smile. "Wow, that was so cool, I wanna do what you do! You were so pretty and spun so fast and so many times!" She clapped her mitten covered hands together and threw her arms around your legs, burying her face in your coat. "I wanna be just like you when I grow up, Mommy !"
You smiled and picked her up got in the car and returned to the hotel, Smoke stretched out on the couch, one arm behind his head, remote in the other hand as his feet are kicked out on the ottoman. flipping through the channels as he saw his two girls burst in with giggles, he immediately smiled saying "Ahh, there are my favorite girls!" Getting up from the couch, greeting you with a soft tender kiss on your lips and turning to Harmony scooping her up, swinging her around, and kissing her cheeks. "How was the show, you two?"
Before you could even let a breath out, Harmony squealed and her voice erupted with excitment "Daddy! Daddy , it was amazing!" As Smoke carried Harmony to the couch and placed her on his lap, "T-there was a giant mouse king and a tree that grew super big, like ot the sky, and there was also a sugar plum fairy! Momma is just like the sugar plum fairy!" Smoke's smile grew as he heard his babygirl recount the events.
"Is that so?" Smoke asked amused as could be.
"Mhmm and mommy said it's called a pirate the spin the fairy did!"
You chuckle lightly as you shook your head, making sure she gets the word and pronunciation right, "No, Harmony, it's called a pirouette"
Harmony looked at you and whispered the word a few times to herself until it stuck. "Right, um the fairy did a pi-pirouette!" she continued "And I'm gonna learn how to do a spin like she did tomorrow, right, mommy?
You nod at her excited facial expression, "I can teach you whatever you wanna know." Smoke looked at both of you "Well iI'm glad my girls had a good time.
Smoke put Harmony to bed until she fell asleep, all she talked about was the costumes, the music, the sparkles, and the ballet. As you began to undress and tears filled your eyes, Smoke's expression immediately changed. "Baby, what's wrong?" he moved closer to you.
You sniffle, "It's just she, she said she wanted to be like me, and she wanted to dance and I just" you sniffle "She was so happy,"
Smoke smiled as he held you closer while you two laid in bed "Well i'm glad to see my girls having a fun night, and of course Harmony wants to be like you, Mrs. Moore. You are incredible."
⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: ⋆.𐙚 ̊: love, love, love, dressing your daughter Harmony up when she wants to play dress up, and she always requests to show Smoke so you both strut like models and show Smoke the new clothes you brought that day, or outfits you two put together.
⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader: who was a complete menace when together with Star, Smoke and Stack’s little sister, anytime it came to a family function, you two were paired at the hip, catching up on things you might of missed and always laughing up a storm, you two were hell raises when it came to pushing the Moore Brothers buttons, but you knew they wouldn’t have it any other way.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ You love your flowly items, as you are always wearing something tight for work, as you are in ballet, the corsets, the stockings, the shoes. When you get home, sometimes you just can't wait to crawl into Smoke's t-shirt or your own comfy pajamas and cuddle with your family.
⋆.Dance!Teacher!Reader ̊: BIGGGGGGGGGG praise kink, just a little praise from Smoke has you melting onto the floor, because you knew him, and he never said anything lightly, yes he made a couple of jokes, but when he was giving somebody props he means it so when you were done with your performance and he held pretty pink and white lilies and roses as he kissed your forehead and not caring at the other girls watching as he caress your cheek and kisses you deeply groaning a little bit as you almost shy away but he pulls you by the waist looking at you "You were extraordinary baby, just perfect". (Trust and believe that man showed you a time afterwards; this is why it is important to stretch, for your profession and just a little bit for your man)
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˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙— mika’s notes: had to post this before i got out soon to meet my brothers little boo thang for a family dinner! i hope y’all enjoy this is reader x smoke for “Mr.Get It Done” x “Mrs. One of One”
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