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I miss him 😞

Barista! Art

Mike wearing a hat that got his high school on it just so cute to me, he’s so precious

WARNING: MIKE FAIST

posting this here bc tiktok sucks and I really like how it turned out

black excellence

UGH 💔

spam posting rn but I thought this was funny

i need these two in something together.

Hadn't seen this one before

His gay ass sit……

Im gonna sob

Dad Art will always be important to me. He loves his daughter and I know he adores being a father, he wants to be there for Lily craves the day he can retire and be more present in her life. I like how the film subtly show's how much he cherishes her even if it's fleeting glances, his screensaver, the drawing she made of both her parents and of course the sleep scene

I love you Dad Art Donaldson <3

gonna cry

i think i’m gonna jump guys…

okay he looks good w that hair cut

SBJDBDJDNKSSNDMNXNSNSJXB

WE ARE BEING FED OH MY GODDDD

AYAYAYYAYATAYAAY

dilf!art seeing babysitter!reader on her night out ۶ৎ

۶ৎ prev part

nights off were rare when you worked for two parents who’s job’s took up most of their time; so when tashi had let you know that lily would be by her grandmother for the weekend and that you needn’t come in, you were ecstatic, already planning a girls night for the friday evening.

truth be told you’d been avoiding art since lily’s ballet recital, his words bouncing around in your head each time you’d make eye contact with him, quickly busying yourself with lily so you wouldn’t have to talk to him.

it wasn’t that his choice of words bothered you per se (although it should have), it was more that unnerving feeling of guilt that consumed you whenever you were around tashi; why wouldn’t he correct that woman?!

you’d dolled yourself up, quickly sending a text to your friend’s to let them know that you were on your way as you got into the uber.

it was safe to say that this girl’s night was much needed, yourself and your two friend’s, bella and alex already giggling, three rounds of cocktails deep, your cheeks warm as you laughed, rocking back and forth at something bella had said.

“oh oh! you still haven’t told us about what it’s like working for the donaldson’s!” alex spoke out, grimacing in response, the alcohol in your system causing you to over exaggerate every facial expression.

“look no no they’re nice and lily is so sweet it’s just—guys you have no idea how hard it is trying to do your job with art fucking donaldson around! the man looks like a greek god! and the first time i met him he literally walked out in a towel! god his dick print—“ you’d ranted, words slightly slurred, moving your hands along as you spoke, delving down into everything that had happened between art and you so far, especially his choice of words at lily’s ballet recital.

bella and alex’s eyes were wide as they listened, smiles spreading over their faces as you told them every little detail; “oh girl he definitely wants to fuck you,” alex blurted out, yourself and bella bursting into a fit of laughs, clutching your stomach before face palming yourself, keeping your hand there.

bella rubbed a hand over your shoulder, prying your hand away from your face, “hey no don’t do that—okay look you haven’t actually done anything with him so you don’t have a reason to feel guilty,” she paused, shrugging, before speaking up again, “and from what you told us, it seems like their marriage isn’t doing good anyway. if you ask me? tashi’s probably fucking someone else too, so stop feeling so bad!” she says, shaking your shoulders causing you to laugh.

she had a point, tashi’s relationship with the tennis player she now coached seemed anything but just professional, her late nights out a testament to your friend’s words; so yeah, you had no reason to feel guilty right? RIGHT?

the night dragged on, your head spinning as you bid your farewell’s to your friends, reassuring them that it’d be fine if they stayed; just because you had to be up early the saturday morning didn’t mean they had to end their night early too.

you settled your portion of the bill before pulling out your phone, squinting down at the lit up screen as you slightly stumbled out of the bar, vintage prada heels clicking against the pavement once you were outside, trying to book yourself an uber.

you rubbed at your eyes, shuffling slightly as you tried to steady yourself and focus on the task at hand, getting home. your head hung low as you peered down at your phone, completely missing the hard chest you were about to bump into, phone clattering to the ground as a result.

“shit shit shit,” you mumbled to yourself, crouching down to grab your phone, about to scold the person that had bumped into you (although it was your fault for not looking up but your inebriated mind didn’t think so) until their very familiar voice said your name, eyes widening as you looked up; of course, art donaldson, decked out in a black half zip up and jeans. the universe must be playing one big fucking joke on you.

“art oh my god i’m so sorry!” you winced, blinking rapidly to focus your vision on his face, god he looked extra handsome tonight, your pupils dilating as you took him in properly.

“you’re fine,” you heard him say, pinching the bridge of your nose as you looked down at your phone, speaking up again, “wait wait what are you doing here?” you asked him, the uber you were planning to get completely forgotten now.

“i was uh—i was catching up with a friend from college, are you okay? you’re not alone here are you?” he asked, his large hands reaching out to gently move you out of the way as someone walked passed you.

“oh no, my friends are inside but i was just about to leave,” you awkwardly spoke, your heel getting stuck in a crack in the sidewalk, trying to get it out only to send you stumbling, right into art’s arms, his hands settling on your waist to steady you.

you covered your face with your hands, already regretting having all those cocktails, “i hope you’re not driving,” he spoke, his hands still planted on your waist, unconsciously tugging you to his chest as people passed, the close proximity paired with the alcohol in your system making you all the more hotter.

“no no was gonna order an uber,” you croaked out, words coming out slightly slurred as you raised your phone to accompany your words.

art shook his head, already ushering you, slowly but surely, to his jeep, “there’s no way i’m letting you get into an uber like this, i’ll take you home alright?” he hummed, trying not to peek down at your top that left almost nothing to the imagination; i mean the man had only ever seen you in modest shirts and bottoms, your top on the complete opposite end of the scale, so could you blame him?

“i can’t ask you to do that—seriously i can get home by myself,” you awkwardly laughed, looking up at him, hugging yourself as a cold wind passed.

“you’re not asking, i’m offering, so let me,” he murmured, noticing the way you tried to keep yourself warm, immediately reaching down to pull his half zip up over his head, his muscles bulging at the action, his undershirt lifting to reveal a silver of his skin, nearly drooling at the sight.

without a word he tugged the half zip up over your frame before opening the passenger side door for you.

your brain was short circuiting, his scent now all around you as you climbed into his car, bottom lip tugged between your teeth as a preventative measure, ensuring you didn’t vocalise every dirty thought rattling through your mind now.

the drive to your apartment was quiet, safe for the quiet hum of the car radio in the background, your eyes trained on art’s large hand’s gripping the steering wheel.

lost in thought, that need for an answer arose once more, fiddling with the end of his zip up before speaking up,“art—“, you paused, trailing your eyes up to meet his as he casted you a quick look before trailing his eyes back to the road, “why didn’t you say anything?” you asked, your heartbeat loud in your ears.

“mhm? i’m not following?” he spoke softly, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. you took another breath, looking out of the window before answering, “why’d you let her think i was lily’s mom? why wouldn’t you let me correct her?” you asked, voice shaky as you did so, glare burning into the side of his face as you asked him.

he nodded in response, finally following along; he was wondering when you’d address it, he was hoping you’d do it sooner but better late than never right?

“i didn’t feel the need to; you spend more time with lily than her actual mother does so you might as well be,” he hums, one hand on the wheel as he changes the gear, turning into the road leading to your apartment complex, casting you a glance before looking back at the road.

“if i made you uncomfortable i’m sorry, that wasn’t my intention,” he finishes, his words sitting with you; you guessed he was right, you did spend more time with lily, hell you spent more time with art too.

“no no i wasn’t uncomfortable no,” you reassured him, reaching down for your bag to get your keys ready, “guess i was just a little confused about it? but yeah it’s fine now,” you stuttered out as he parked his car, the engine shutting off.

“i’m glad we cleared that up then, was starting to think you were avoiding me,” he laughed, that signature side smirk planted on his lips again, only making you smile even wider, looking away as you loosened the seat belt around yourself, opening the passenger side door to get out.

he walked you up to your apartment, hand lingering just so slightly on the small of your back, fumbling with your keys as you unlocked your apartment door.

“soooo thanks for the ride art,” you awkwardly spoke, laughing through your nose, rocking back and forth on your heels as you looked at him, another question on the tip of your tongue, the angel and devil perched on your shoulder’s arguing back and forth with one another on whether you should ask him, your loose tongue (courtesy of the cosmopolitan’s you downed like water) blurting it out before they could come to a conclusion, “do you maybe wanna come inside?” you asked, tilting your head as you looked up at him.

god as much as art wanted to say yes, as much as he wanted to stay with you and just forget about everything else, he knew deep down if he agreed and followed in after you, everything would need to change, he’d need to have you, but it was too soon, he had to be patient. he will have you, he thinks to himself, all in due time.

“i don’t think that’s a good idea,” he mumbled, blue eyes tracing every feature of your face, trailing them down to your lips, his gaze lingering just a little too long on them, “why not?” you asked, eyes wide as you anxiously awaited an answer.

he all but scoffed at your words, chuckling to himself as he shook his head, “goodnight sweetheart,” nodding your head along to his words, tongue poking the inside of your cheek in disappointment but it was probably for the best, you thought.

as he turned on his heel to leave you suddenly remembered you still had his zip up on, stumbling back out of your apartment and calling out to him, “wait wait your top!” you called out, reaching down to attempt to lift it over your head.

“keep it, looks better on you,” he hummed, halting your movements, allowing your arms to fall to your sides, “see you on monday,” he spoke finally, his figure disappearing around the corner, leaving you with the biggest smile on your face as you shut your apartment door behind yourself.

۶ৎ thank you for reading 🍰

۶ৎ tags: : @bluemerakis @lacydollette @voidsuites @nemesyaaa @fawnhart @cherrygirlfriend @dulcescorderitas @matchpointfaist @stanart4clearskin @teenage-iridescence @caminterrupted @girliism @piedrita-azul @cinnamoncunt @whoreislands @fallingwallsh @jetaimevous @whosandyanyway @qngelq2666

۶ৎ reblogs are greatly appreciated 🍰!

۶ৎ more dilf!art and babysitter!reader here 🍥

bratmys

MOTHER!!!!!!!

i played as spot in my school's play and i fucked up the brooklyn's here number. like that's my time to shine

Spot Conlon x Reader

Written in first person (I, my, me) I did not proof read but oh well. There’s no smut or nsfw. Just Gabriel Damon.

As I passed the group, the newsies tipped their hats in acknowledgment, but one gaze lingered longer than the rest. Spot stared at me, a soft blush creeping up his cheeks. My heart raced; it was peculiar to be the subject of such attention. Racetrack and Mush stood nearby, giggling and nudging each other, clearly entertained by Spot's lovestruck expression.

Days passed, and I couldn’t shake the thought of that moment. It was pure chance when I found myself at the same area Spot frequented. He was there, leaning against the wall, chatting animatedly with his newsies. Gathering my courage, I approached him, the aroma of smelly orphan boys filling the air.

“Hey, I’m—”

“Spot,” I interrupted, grinning. “I know who you are. You’re doing some sort of strike with the other news boys?..”

There was a spark between us, but his passionate discourse about the strike quickly began to cloud my thoughts. He spoke endlessly about the injustices faced by the newsies, their struggle against the bulls, and the hope for a better deal. My interest in the fight for fair wages was overshadowed by a more personal yearning.

To my surprise, he suggested we grab lunch together. I felt both excited and nervous, trying to listen while my mind wandered back to his passionate eyes.

The next week, the city was alive with discussions about the strike, and Spot’s enthusiasm was contagious, but my distraction was palpable. Just as I found a moment to speak up, the unmistakable sound of angry shouts and marching boots echoed nearby.

“The bulls!” Spot exclaimed, his eyes widening. Before I could react, he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the hustle of the streets. The adrenaline surged through me as we sprinted away from the approaching police, laughter spilling from Spot’s lips.

We dashed through the back alleys, weaving expertly as the chaos of the chase enveloped us. My heart raced not just from running but from the thrill of being next to him. I felt alive in a way I had never experienced before.

Finally reaching the docks, we paused, panting and exhilarated. The night sky was painted with stars, and the gentle rocking of the boats below mirrored the fluttering in my chest. Spot turned to me, his eyes sparkling with mischief and something deeper.

“Thanks for runnin wit me,” he said, his voice softer now.

Before I knew it, he leaned in. Our lips met in a gentle kiss, the world around us fading away. It was a moment that felt like destiny, sweet and fleeting.

When we pulled away, Spot’s expression softened, and I knew then that we were no longer just a girl from Mew York and the king of the Brooklyn. Together, we had become part of something greater—each other.

Days turned into weeks, and as the summer sun began to dip below the horizon, our love blossomed amid struggles and strikes. Together, we made memories that would last a lifetime, weaving the threads of our lives into a beautiful tapestry of adventure, friendship, and love—just like the stitches of my sewing. And so, with every challenge the world threw our way, we faced it hand in hand, writing our own history in the city that never sleeps.

A/N : go follow my c.ai! It’s bae4faist and I have some bots in the makingggg

Patrick teachers alliance

parents Tashi alliance

(idk what to put for art, i got the idea from abbott elementary)

dilf!art and babysitter!reader going to lily’s ballet recital together ۶ৎ

it had been a few months now since you started being lily’s babysitter, growing closer and closer with the little girl with each passing day; she absolutely adored you!

art noticed this of course, keeping a close eye on you whenever he’d see you with lily, the sight of you doing the most mundane things making his heart swell, as well as something else.

“lil’s c’mon you’re going to be late for practice,” you hummed, chewing the inside of your cheek as you looked down at your watch; every second day lily had ballet practice, her recital coming up in a few days.

the familiar strut of tashi’s strong steps pulled you from your thoughts, lifting your eyes from your watch and humming in acknowledgment when she called your name.

“you’re going to lily’s recital, yes?” she asked, sparing you a glance before going to her open laptop, looking at something before looking back up at you.

“yeah yeah why?” you asked, brows furrowed in curiosity.

“patrick’s got a tournament that i need to be at, so i wont be able to make it, and i just wanted to be sure she’d at least have you there,” she murmurs, closing her laptop as she now completely focused on you.

you nodded, “yeah no of course, wouldn’t miss it for the world, i’ll take plenty of videos for you,” you smiled sweetly, your eyes falling to lily walking out of her room with her pink leotard on, art walking besides her as she giggled at something he said.

your gaze lingered on him, almost completely forgetting his wife was talking to you. “good, art’s going to be there, so you won’t have to be alone with all those pretentious mother’s surrounding you,” she joked, leaning down to say goodbye to lily.

your mind lingered on her words, snapping into a daze as you mulled over them, completely missing the slight twinkle in her eyes as she said it, only snapping from your thoughts when lily tugged on your skirt.

“okay missy let’s you get you to class or else teacher nadine is gonna wring my neck out!” you joked, tickling lily’s side as you ushered the little girl to the door, casting one more look over your shoulder at art, his eyes catching yours before you quickly looked away, taking a deep breath as you tried to focus your attention on the task at hand; getting lily to ballet practice on time.

her recital day had soon come up, washing your hands off in her bathroom sink after you’d done her hair, smoothing the front down and securing her bun before turning her to face the mirror.

“thank youuuuu,” she yelled out, smiling at you through the mirror, her smile alone warming your cheeks.

“okay you got everything?” you asked, sending her off to check her bag once more as you freshened yourself up, running a hand through your hair, before smoothing down the front of your dress before following after lily.

you held your breath as you watched art emerge from his and tashi’s room, black shirt clinging to his rippling muscles, the sight making your head spin, knees buckling as he walked past you, the scent of his cologne alone arousing you.

“you nervous honey?” he asked lily, the little girl shaking her head, “atta girl,” he responded, your nails digging into your palm as a way to ground yourself once more.

you all found yourselves in their garage, art lifting lily to place her in her car seat, strapping her in before closing the door, swiftly making his way to the passenger side and holding the door open for you, his bottom lip tugged between his teeth as he watched you overthink his gesture; you were perfectly fine with sitting in the back with lily, but if he insisted.

you slid into the passenger seat, your hands in your lap as he closed the door after you, making his way to the drivers side to get in himself, casting the quickest glance to the skin of your thighs peeking out from the skirt of your dress riding up.

this was going to be a long ride.

once you arrived you both bid your goodbye’s to lily, wishing her luck with a kiss to her cheek, before she scurried off with the rest of the girls in her class, joining their teacher back stage.

now it was just you and art.

you felt his hand lightly graze your lower back, guiding you to your seats. it was hard for art not to notice just how perfectly his hand fit in the small of your back, almost like two puzzle pieces clicking together, almost as if you were made for him and only him.

once you found your seats you fell in an easy conversation with art, even cracking a joke or two with him, his smile alone sending a kaleidoscope of butterflies to your stomach; you were so obsessed with seeming perfect around him, always wanting to do your best, you hadn’t noticed just how easy it was to be yourself around him, and not this straight faced—totally-not-blushing-persona you carried.

you kept your promise to tashi, taking tons of pictures and videos of lily once she did her performance. tashi constantly lingered in the back of your mind, a nagging reminder making sure to reel you back in when you found yourself swooning over art too much.

you were so lost in watching the little girl you’ve grown so fond of dance onstage, you hadn’t noticed art’s thigh pressed into yours, his warmth radiating through his jeans and into your skin, the contact feeling almost normal.

the second her performance was over she rushed over to the two of you, art lifting her into his arms as he congratulated her, kissing her cheeks before she begged to go to you, leaning down to hug her to your chest.

“you did amazing out there lil’s! i’m so so proud of you angel,” you laughed, smiling from ear to ear as you listened to her gush about how exciting this was for her.

this was another one of those moments art watched closely, committing the sight to memory, holding it dear to his heart.

in a flash she scurried off to a few friends of her’s, hopping around like an energizer bunny, once again leaving you and art alone, well until one of those “pretentious mom’s” tashi had warned you about, tapped your shoulder, your brows raising in acknowledgment, smiling at the woman.

“hi i’m dianne, your daughter was absolutely beautiful on that stage, i mean she’s absolutely made for this! you two must be so proud,” she spoke, looking between you and art. your eyes widened at her words and the implications of them; your daughter? she thought lily was yours? and so she must’ve thought art was your husb—

“oh that’s very kind of you but i’m n—“ before you could finish your sentence, art’s voice cut you off, speaking to dianne over your shoulder, his chest just so slightly brushing against your shoulder, “yeah we are,” he spoke faintly, nose crinkling as he smiled.

you swore you felt your heart jump from your chest, mind going into overdrive, reminding yourself you had to breathe. why wouldn’t he let you correct her? why wouldn’t he correct her himself? why would he be fine with someone thinking you were his wife and the mother of his child? why? why? why?

your mind was racing a mile a minute, racking your brain to come up with reasonable answers to your questions because surely there had to be some? right?

art noticed of course, your reaction egging him on, the reddening of your cheeks making him smirk.

oh you were so done for.

۶ৎ thank you for reading 🍰

۶ৎ tags: : @bluemerakis @lacydollette @voidsuites @nemesyaaa @fawnhart @cherrygirlfriend @dulcescorderitas @matchpointfaist @stanart4clearskin @teenage-iridescence @caminterrupted @girliism @piedrita-azul @cinnamoncunt @whoreislands @fallingwallsh

۶ৎ reblogs are greatly appreciated :)

۶ৎ more dilf!art and babysitter!reader here 🍰

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this. this scene, this moment. how i wish i could have watched this play out on the screen.

i fw this heavily

always gotta hit a newsies pose 😹

pose is NASTY 😭

just this second realised mike faist’s initials are mf, like yeah he is that mf for real

science teacher!art donaldson x english teacher! reader... fuck yeah

you and art had started working at your school around the same time. he got there a few months before you but everyone grouped the two of you together because you two were the only teachers under the age of 30 who worked at the school. all the other staff were old... and quite frankly annoying. you and art had lunch in your classroom everyday because eating in the teacher's lounge was pure torture. the old geezers would make snide remarks about how lax younger teachers are (you and art weren't lax, it's called being nice to your students but the older teachers wouldn't understand that). whenever you both have free time, art likes to try and teach you chemistry because he knows you find it interesting but aren't really bothered to study it at home. he sometimes will show off and invite you to his lab and show you experiments that he hopes you're impressed by (you are).

while also being an english teacher, you help out with the school play and invite art to come watch rehearsals. almost every student at school loves you and art so you do have to threaten your actors to kick art out of rehearsals if they don't stop trying to talk to him. art always makes sure to make time to go see the school plays with you because he knows how proud of your students you are. he also loves that you're too busy watching the play that you don't really register that you guys are holding hands. the two of you have been going out on "dates" but haven't discussed the trajectory of your relationship. he knows your hesitant about the idea of dating him because you wouldn't want to mix your school and personal life. art knows that he would never break your heart so if you two did date and end things, it would be on your accord.

when the two of your eventually do start dating, you are very strict on keeping it hidden. you would die if your students found out you were dating their favorite science teacher (although they always just assumed that you two were dating with the way you stared at each other when you thought the other wasn't looking). eventually when people do find out the two of you are a thing, no one is remotely surprised. even though you don't talk to much of the older staff, most of them are happy for you. those that aren't happy about it make their dislike for mixing work life and romance very apparent.

did i just click something?

don't do this to me rn

what if i cried

me hitting these poses when the lecture boring af