Could write something where reader is the daughter of Lou and debbie and they cought reader making out with one of readers so called friends. Lou goes full protective mode and debbie tries to have THE talk.( Lou and Debbie didn't know reader was already sexually active ) also the rest of the group is just casually laughing about it and sometimes joings in the confo
“Oh my god, I cannot believe that just happened,” one of your mothers sighed. It had to be mom. You could picture her sliding into a chair in the kitchen, the chair creaking against the tile floor slightly as she pushed back with her stilettos that seemed to be glued to her feet.
“What?” Another voice chuckled. “Because it’s a him?” And there was mum. No doubt laughing at mom with her arms crossed, disbelief at how naive mom could be sometimes. Nothing ever surprised your mum. She’d been up to all the same antics you’d only ever dared to dream about.
“Go talk to her,” mom whispered. “She likes you more.”
“Because I’m the cooler parent,” mum teased.
You rolled your eyes at this, knowing an exchange like that would end in them sharing a kiss or two, but you secretly loved it. How many other teenagers could say that their parents were still very much in love? Or had friends that held “Lou and Deb” on a pedestal to compare their own relationships to? It definitely warmed your heart.
You could hear them taking steps towards your bedroom as you waited with bated breath, trying to steady yourself for the inevitable. You were just hoping they wouldn’t be disappointed in you. That was worse than them being angry. It was worse than anything. Mum’s pursed lips and mom’s sarcastic shrug. The worst.
There was a quick rap on the door and some hushed whispers you couldn’t quite make out.
“Come in,” you called, sitting up on the bed, shuffling towards the side.
The two women came inside, each offering you a meek smile as they took seats on either side of you, squeezing you into a family sandwich like they did.
“So, kid,” mum sighed, trying to hide the twinkle in her blue eyes and the smirk playing at her lips. “I think you know why we’re here.”
You nodded, not sure which of them would be better to take the reins for the conversation while you were more concerned with trying to figure out how to get the earth to swallow you whole.
“How old is he?” Mum hissed, her tone changing suddenly, as if she couldn’t help herself. “What does he do? Is he a student too? You know, he has no business being with a younger woman if—“
“Lou,” mom warned, tossing her a dangerous look. She turned to you instead as Lou sucked in a deep breath. “We’re not angry with you, sweetheart.”
And there it was. Your worst fear.
“And we’re not disappointed either,” mom added quickly, seeing the pain etched all over your face. “We just want to have a little chat with you about what’s acceptable and our expectations while you live under our roof.”
“And who the hell this guy is,” mum added, turning to quickly examine her non-existent nails before mom could throw another warning her way.
You nodded slowly. Ready to explain, but still wary of where this was going.
It was usually easier to face mum first and extinguish any chances of blazing fire you could sense behind her fringe, her eyes blazing. Besides, you liked this guy and you wanted to bring him by the loft, with permission next time, and you knew how intimidating mum already was with her fingers full of dangerous looking rings, army of leather jackets and ever present motorcycle sitting in the middle of the living room. But you also knew what a softie she was deep down, especially for you and mom. And she was effortlessly cool. He’d be all over that.
“Mum,” you sighed, turning to the blonde as you put a hand on her thigh. You could feel mom put an arm around your shoulder, supporting you, and it made you smile. “We’re the same age, so don’t worry. We met in English class. He’s an honors student. Really smart. Smarter than me…”
“Well, that’s not true,” mom snorted.
You blushed a bit at this. It was no secret that you were in the running for valedictorian of your class and you weren’t sure if mom or mum was prouder, but you beamed each time they bragged about it, no matter how flustered it got you.
“Deb, let her talk,” mum laughed softly, urging you to go on.
“He’s really sweet. I know you’d like him,” you promised. “Both of you. And I am sorry we snuck around. I just thought—I didn’t know how you’d feel that—that—“
All of a sudden, as you were trying to get the words to form out loud, you realized how silly it all sounded. How silly they’d both think it was. But it was a real concern of yours.
“Did you think we’d be upset that it’s a boy?” Mom whispered, turning to you with sad eyes. Her face flashed to mum’s for a second before she looked back at you, reaching out to hold her fingers under your chin. “Baby, we love and support you no matter who you love.”
“Love,” you laughed awkwardly, shuddering a bit. “I just like him is all—“
“Well, that brings me to my next point,” mom sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.
“I’m with mom,” mum grinned. “We’re not upset it’s a guy. Though I can’t say that’ll help my overprotective mode at all, but I’ll work on it. I think it would make us both feel better if we could meet him. Not because he’s a guy. Just so we know the person you’re spending time with. Whoever they are.”
You nodded. “I think I can handle that.”
“But honey,” mom spoke softly. “We just want to make sure you’re being safe. We don’t know how far—what you’ve—“
“Sweetheart,” mum interrupted. “Whatever you’re doing is up to you. We have our guesses, but we’re not going to pry. We just want to make sure you’re being safe and smart about it and you’re not making any decisions that are going to be stuck with you for the longterm.”
“We’ve only…” you paused trying to find the wording you were comfortable with that wouldn’t freak either of them out. “We’ve only done it twice. And he didn’t pressure me or anything. He was actually really sweet about it. And we talked about it before and after it happened to make sure we were both okay.”
“I like the sound of that,” mom hummed.
“And you were using—“ mum hinted.
“A condom?” You squeaked, burying your head in your lap. “Yes, we used one.”
Mum literally brushed her hands against each other with a clap. “Well, then. That’s, that.”
“She should be on birth control,” mom decided, talking over your ducked head suddenly. “If she’s sexually active then really—“
“Ewww, mom,” you groaned, sitting back up.
“She’s right, you know,” mum smiled sympathetically. “Like we said. We just want you to be smart about these things.”
“Because we love you, honey,” mom added.
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“So, when’s he coming over?” Constance asked you, passing you the box of pizza so you could take a slice.
“Listen, kid. If you want Roni or someone over here for moral support, you just say the word,” Nine offered, handing you a can of soda.
“Tomorrow night,” you mumbled. “Mum is cooking at least.”
“God, can you imagine if mom tried to cook for this?” Constance cackled.
“Deb, should barely be trusted with a microwave,” Tammy sighed. “How bad was the talk?” She asked you, coming over to sit closer.
You were actually surprised they hadn’t dragged Tammy into the conversation. She was your godmother, after all. But maybe that was better. Now, you had your own confidant away from mom and mum, but that had probably been their plan all along.
“I mean mum didn’t threaten to kill him and mom didn’t say the words birds or bees, so I guess not too bad overall,” you grinned, with a relieved laugh. “I know they were doing their best. Could’ve been a lot worse.”
“Well, you know you can always come to me,” Tammy promised. “I know those two aren’t that helpful when it comes to men.”
“Or me!” Amita offered excitedly, coming over. “Tammy’s been married and out of the game too long. I’ve got you covered on the dating scene.” She leaned over closely and whispered in your ear. “Do you need me to buy you condoms or anything?”
“Ugh, Mita,” you groaned. “No.”
“Well, Rosie and I can get you into any premiere you want so you can have some crazy dates,” Daphne smiled.
“I don’t want to hear the words crazy and dates in one sentence,” mum called into the living room.
“No?” Daphne called. “Because I seem to recall you and Deb—“
“Daphne, don’t even,” mom warned, clicking into the living room as she threw the remote at Daphne threateningly.
Daphne caught it between perfectly manicured fingers and turned to you. “Kid, the second you turn 21, I am going to tell you every sadistic little thing between your moms so you can use it as blackmail against them. Because Jesus, let me tell you…”
“You’ll tell her nothing, Daph,” mum threatened, holding up a steak knife. “Or you can quite easily be throwing up in a bowl of soup again very soon.”
While the chaos brewed and you enjoyed the banter around you from your gaggle of pseudo aunts, Tammy nodded her head and helped you sneak away so you could tell her all about your boyfriend while she cooed and giggled with glee, offering to help you with your outfit for tomorrow and how to keep your moms at bay for the evening so you wouldn’t scare them away.
