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unholyhelbig · 2 months

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Romanov smut??

[This is 18+, if you are a minor DO NOT INTERACT, I will report you.]

Title: Spin Cyle

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanov/Romanoff

Warnings: Top!Natasha, Dom!Nat, Definate Mommy kink, semi-public sex, swearing, fingering (R recieving), derogatory names, pet names, Dom/sub dynamic, finger sucking, slight bimbofication if you squint [lmk if I'm missing anything], horrible grammar.

Summary: Reader is working the overnight shift at the laundromat when a mysterious stranger comes in with motives that are clear from the start.

[A/n: And so what if I have thing for laundromats? They're comforting, okay? I like writing fluff but sometimes you just really have to get in there. ]

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Spic & Span was one of the only laundromats left in a city that swarmed around a university, so it was always teeming with people. Between classes, students with headphones on and powder laundry soap would occupy the tables that pockmarked the large space.

No washer nor dryer were the same; some were a beautiful turquoise, with rusted patches on the front. Others were a sickly olive green that had once been coveted among housewives. They all seemed to function perfectly despite their age; but it was your job to make sure they did just that.

The usual shift you worked was 8:00pm to 8:00am, and aside from the stray kid here or there, it was mostly a silent endeavor. Since starting six months ago you had torn through at least fifteen novels, and when you grew bored of that, you moved onto movies that would hold your attention until the small bell above the door sounded.

You’d learned quickly that when people were doing their laundry, they were looking for peace. It was a tedious chore and the last thing they needed was someone breathing down their neck. Sometimes, there was the occasional person who was looking to chat, which you obliged to eagerly in order to break the silence.

It had been a clear, but cold, evening when she first came in. With none of the machines in use, the only mechanical buzz came from the vending machine in the corner that offered up stale snack-cakes and off brand soda.

Out of habit, when the bell sounded, you leaned back in the office chair and peaked around the doorframe into the main space. You were designated to the small room that had a desk, and place to sit, but was mainly a storage closet. The mini-fridge was sidled up next to a mop bucket that smelled so thickly of musk, no one tended to use either.

The woman didn’t look familiar to you. Over time you had gotten to know the regulars, and you were certain that you would remember her. Even under the harsh overhead lights, you clocked her beautiful complexion, her focused green eyes as she dug in her pockets for change. Her hair was an electrifying red, lips pursed together in frustration.

She didn’t’ have a laundry basket with her, nor her own soap. It seemed as if she were entirely unprepared to do any type of wash, and that made your fingers twitch nervously. You watched, cheeks heating up, as she stripped her shirt off and loaded it into the machine.

Goosebumps rose on her perfect skin, yet, she didn’t’ seem to mind; and holy shit, she was sporting a tight pack of abs. She shimmied her pants off and you forced yourself to look away. This was wrong. Admiring a gorgeous figure was one thing, but you refused to let your eyes linger.

Instead, you went back to your book, reading the same paragraph over and over again. None of the words were sticking. All you could think about was the curve of the woman’s mouth, how good it would feel to have it kiss every inch of your body, leaving little bruises in her wake. You were hopeless.

“Excuse me?”

The book flew from your hands, crashing onto the linoleum as you placed both feet firmly on the floor. She had been quiet in her endeavor to find you, to find anyone. It was nearly unnerving how she had wandered over undetected.

She was clad in a black lace bra and a pair of sweatpants that hugged her tightly and left little to the imagination. The amount of skin she was showing didn’t seem to bother her as much as it had flustered you.

“I think the soap dispenser ate my quarters.”

“Yeah, yes, uh” You shot to your feet at a dizzying speed “it does that. I have… key.”

She lifted both of her eyebrows at you, and you swore that you saw her smirk. You scooted past her, and she made no attempt to move. You could feel her body heat, your front pressing against hers. You did your best to mentally scold yourself for the reaction your body had to the proximity of hers. She smelled like vanilla, like something more biting that you couldn’t place your finger on. The stranger tracked your every movement.

“Just you tonight?” She asked, voice lilted.

You hummed nervously in response before heading over the small manual vending machine that would dispense little packets of soap if you had chosen to use it on the right day. She followed closely behind you, and you felt her heated stare as you unlocked the case.

“Pick your poison.”

“Mm, what do you recommend?”

“Um,” You turned, her eyes were glinting mischievously, arms crossed over her chest. It was almost painful keeping yourself modest in this situation. You refused to let them wander, but squeezed your thighs together to dispel the thoughts. “Tide.”

“You’re a shy little thing, aren’t you?”

The woman reached forward and grabbed the suggested package. She didn’t’ wait for your response. Instead, she sauntered back over to her machine.

Your mouth was suddenly incredibly dry, and it was hard to lock the soap back up without fumbling. You’d dropped the keys twice before picking them up and succeeding in your task. Building up the confidence, you turned to ask if the woman needed anything else, but were once again, stilled in your movements.

She shimmied out of her sweatpants in a painstakingly slow manner. It was deliberate, you were sure, and if you weren’t than the salacious eye contact she made with you while straightening up and throwing her sweatpants in with the rest of her load confirmed it.

She was wearing the slightest bit of fabric in a black lace that matched her bra. Your eyes betrayed you, scouring her head to toe for any imperfection, but you found none. She was utterly perfect.

This had to be some type of test. There were hidden cameras somewhere and your overnight job that paid you a measly 7.50 an hour was trying to test your morals. This was the devil, and she was in lingerie, lilting her head at you expectantly.

“Damn it all,” She cooed, frowning down at the machine “It seems I don’t know how to work this thing at all. Every machine is different, you know? I might need a little help.”

Fuck.

You must not have moved because a few moments later she let out a breathy chuckle. “That is your job, isn’t it?”

“Certainly.”

She smelled like spiced coffee, something you caught a whiff of because she didn’t attempt to step back when you joined her. There was an immense body heat radiating from her, and you fought back a whimper when her hand touched the base of your spine. She was peering over your shoulder. She simply hadn’t pressed start- but you weren’t going to tell her that.

Instead, you savored the sparingly tantalizing touch and hit the button yourself. A low whirring filled the room. It was a sound that you were more than familiar with. The cycles of the washing machine were counted as easily as your own breaths.

“Dense, aren’t you?”

“hmm?”

You felt your cheeks redden as you turned to face her. Your back was flush against the machine, replacing her hand on your spine. You instantly missed her touch. She was so close to you now, but still took another step closer as if you could climb into the washer to avoid her.

“Sweet girl, I’ve thrown every hint at you in the book.” Her fingers came up to the collar of your shirt, dancing at its hem, right past the fabric until they left blazing trails on your collarbone. You clenched your eyes shut, letting out a shuttered exhale. “While I do love a woman with manners, must I ask?”

“I’m not sure I… understand.”

She whispered against your lips, not quite touching “You’re much too tightly wound, darling. Do you want mommy to take care of you?”

No one has ever asked you this before. Most of your partners, while satisfying, wouldn’t dare murmur anything close to what this stranger had just said. And you were much too shy to ask. Instead, you settled for spicy romance novels, and a magic wand that never seemed to itch that insatiable scratch.

“Don’t be so shy now. I saw the novel you were reading earlier. It’s just such a coincidence that it’s just the two of us here.”

Your forehead was pressed against hers and you stared into intense fern-colored eyes. God, you wanted her to take you right here, right now. There was something much too scandalous about fucking in the open, a feeling that you wanted to capture and savor.

“All you have to do is ask.”

You swore there was a slight Russian lilt to her voice. The more she got worked up, the more in was shining through. Her breath was quickening in pace with yours, the proximity of her making you press your thighs together to quell the excitement that threatened to drip through the fabric of your pants.

“Please,”

Her hand came up and gripped your chin in a fluid movement, manicured fingers squeezing with just the right amount of pressure. “Please what, Kotenok? What do you need from mommy?”

“Touch me,” It came out as a whimper that was much too desperate for you liking, “I need to feel you.”

An animalistic growl rumbled in her throat before she pushed her mouth against yours in a bruising kiss. You parted your lips, groans muffled by her tongue swirling around your mouth. She tasted like coffee, the same you had smelled earlier.

She reached down and ripped your shirt open, the pearlescent buttons popping away and scattering under the many machines around you both. You didn’t have much time to protest the destruction of your shirt before she palmed your breasts.

There was a mischievous look in her eyes at the front latching bra you wore. “Wow, you really are a little desperate slut, aren’t you?”

She unhooked and discarded the garment before you could get out more than a hungry noise. Her lips attached to one of your nipples, her hand grasping the other breast and giving it an almost-painful squeeze. You arched your back, pushing more of yourself into her hot mouth. Her tongue licked away the goosebumps raising against your skin in response to her ministrations.

You would have done just about anything for her at this moment, her fingers delicately ghosting over your stomach at the waistline of your jeans. Each shuttered breath pushed you closer to her.

In a swift movement she lifted you onto the top of the washing machine. You weren’t prepared for the bout of strength, nor the spin cycle that was happening below you. Another whimper escaped you and she looked at you with a wolfish smile.

“Oh, sweetie, don’t you dare think about cuming on top of an appliance.” She squeezed your hip and you took the cue to lift yourself enough for her to pull your jeans down and discard them with your panties. “Though, it appears your wet enough at the idea.”

A downright beautiful woman had you sweating and naked on top of a washing machine, promising to take care of your every need, no matter how salacious it was. Of course you were wet, dripping, actually.

Still, you flushed when she worked a single finger up your slit, testing it for herself. You shivered at the simple gesture, falling close to her. You felt her chuckle at your expense. “Mm, Kotenok, so desperate.”

Her thumb brushed against your cheek, you could smell your own sex on her fingers. She’d barely touched you, yet they were soaked. They traced your lips and you parted them on the silent command. There was a satisfied look on her eyes, at how easily you had folded for her.

You sucked her fingers, never breaking eye contact. Her stare was starving. “God, you’d look amazing choking on my strap, darling. I’m sure it’d stretch you out nicely.”

You groaned against her fingers, something that sounded along the lines of ‘fuck’ escaped you. Her other hand dipped lower, a gentle touch brushing against your clit. Your breath hitched, and you fell forward, you head on her shoulder.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” you garbled, careful not to bite down on her fingers, but thankful that they muffled your expletives. “I want to cum.”

“Mm, but darling, you have to let mommy have her way with you, no matter how long it takes. That’s what good little whores do. That’s what toys do.”

God, you’d do exactly that, anything to sate the need that made you want to buck desperately against the machine under you. It’s vibrations were slowing, but that didn’t stop your crude wanting to climax.

Without warning, the woman inserted a single digit into you. A gasp sounded around her fingers. She curled her touch inside of you and you pressed further into her. A fine sheen of sweat coated you both, the laundromat hot during the late summer night.

“You’re so tight.” She chuckled again, “Are you sure you can handle another?”

“Yes,”

“Yes what, pet?”

“Yes… Mommy.”

She was conditioning you with her words, and that much was clear, but you didn’t seem to care. This stranger had sauntered into your place of work and now had you under her full command with a few simple touches and an effective edging technique.

Another finger pushed into you, and you started to push down further into her. You weren’t sure what she saw in you that made her approach you like this. It had to be more than the novel, plenty of people indulged in smut. Maybe it was the desperation- your need to please in the most mundane of situations.

“Good girl,” she growled against the small of your neck, finally pulling her fingers from your swollen lips. You missed their taste, their feel against your tongue. “I’m sure you can handle a third, you desperate little slut.”

“I can,” You stuttered, tightening around her as she did just as promised. She flexed them inside you, drawing a whorish moan from the back of your throat. The woman started to pump slowly, at first, in and out of you until you felt something build in your core.

You hugged her close, the scratchy fabric of her bra pressing against your nipples, drawing them to points with their expert pressure. The sensation was phenomenal, something you never wanted to end. You hugged her close, your nails digging into the warm expanse of her back.

“Ask nicely, sweet girl.” She growled in your ear.

“Can I please cum?” You clenched your eyes shut, she quickened her pace, the word came out broken, but you didn’t care if you sounded like you were pleading, you absolutely were. “please. I’ll do anything.”

You could feel her smile against your shoulder “Go on, slut. Cum all over Mommy’s fingers.”

Her declaration was all you needed to finally give in to her attentive movements. The feeling that was building so deliciously in your core finally released in the most mind-boggling orgasm you had ever had. You silenced your own scream in her shoulder, but it could only do so much. You were thankful it was just the two of you in here, or your shame may have overtaken you.

She continued to pump in and out of you with her fingers, flexing and curling them expertly as you rode out your climax. You were shaking against her, nearly crying into the small of her neck when she pulled out of you entirely, wiping the slick on her fingers against your thighs.

Perhaps too kindly, she let you breathe against her for a moment, catching your bearings, her hand dragging against your bare back with a comforting amount of pressure. She was proud of herself, that much was clear in her movements. She knew in that moment that she was the best you had ever had; quite possibly the one person who you’d compare all the rest to.

The washer let out an unceremonious beep that had you chuckling, finally pulling back enough to see the woman’s face, shocked to see a bit of admiration behind her eyes. She lifted a perfectly sculpted brow at you.

“Hm,” she hummed, giving you a dazzlingly genuine smile. “I guess the spin cycle is over.”

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geekforhorror · 9 months

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making out with ani after you ate something sweet he bought for u

this is so fluffy i love it also i changed it up a tiny bit!

sweet tooth

pairing: rots!anakin x fem!reader

warning(s): fluff, make out session, implied smut at the end

word count: 887

a/n: i think i genuinely forgot how to write bc what the fuck is this?

Maker, you had a long day today. It was filled with loads of paperwork to sign a new bill into the Senate even though a minority of senators didn’t agree with it. There had been bickering among them before you developed a minor headache from the squabbling. You just wanted to go home and unwind from the hectic workday you just had. That’s why you were relieved when it hit 8 PM on the dot and you could finally leave the senator building without looking back. Usually, you would say goodbye to your fellow colleagues, but you just didn’t have the energy to do so tonight. Plus, they had given you no reason to do so after all their disagreements about the bill.

Thank the maker your apartment was just a short walking distance away from the senator building.

When you walked outside, you noticed how cold the air had gotten and the way the stars gleamed on the horizon above the tall skyscrapers. It was a pleasant sight and you needed to remind yourself how beautiful the outside world was when you were cooped up with numerous bickering politicians. Taking a shallow breath, you start to walk toward the apartment complex, still appreciating your surroundings. Maybe things were looking up after all.

Several minutes had passed since you started making your way back to what you called home and you reach your apartment complex before you know it. Your cheeks were a pretty shade of pink after being exposed to the cold night air even after waltzing in the main floor of the complex. You head towards the elevator before hitting the up button. A few seconds pass by before the doors finally glide open for you and you step into the elevator without missing a beat. You scan for the 13 button on the elevator control panel, seeming to find it without much struggle. The doors shut completely before shooting you up towards the highest floor which was where you lived. You saw more glimpses of the sky despite the elevator going at a fast speed, which made you appreciate the beauty of the outdoors even more. You didn’t even realize the doors had been standing open for a few passing seconds before snapping out of your wandering thoughts. You didn’t even notice Anakin at first.

“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to kiss me?” he says with a playful smile. You sprint towards him in an attempt to hug him before wrapping your arms around him and kissing him feverishly on his lips.

“Missed you so much, Ani,” you softly mumble against him.

“I missed you too my love,” he replies before breaking the kiss.

“I’m honestly surprised you got home before I did,” you say in all seriousness.

“All I had to do today was help the council with a few pressing matters,” he says.

“Lucky… I had to deal with about 10 bickering politicians… your favorite,” you say sarcastically, knowing he hated them.

“I can think of one politician in particular that I like,” he says with a smile.

“Oh yeah? Who is it?” you ask out of wonder even though you knew what his answer was.

“You know her pretty well,” he says with a smirk.

“I’m sure I do,” you respond in a knowing voice. He laughs at your remark and you know it’s a genuine one.

“Speaking of favorites, I got one of your favorite things,” he says before walking over to the fridge in your kitchen. He pulls out something you recognize as a type of dessert before gently closing the door of the fridge. Once he got closer to you, you realized what he was holding. It was your favorite mini chocolate cake from the bakery you absolutely adored.

“Ani, you didn’t have to!” you say with the fattest smile on your face.

“I knew how much you like it and you weren’t back yet, so I decided to make a trip to the bakery,” he says to you.

“I love you so much, Ani,” you say to him out of pure gratitude. It was true. You loved him for a multitude of reasons. You loved him for remembering the small things, how he comforted you, the way he looked at you. Everything.

“I love you more, baby,” he says. You press your lips onto his, the two of you now relishing in the emotions that surged through it. It was soft yet so…passionate. Like it was meant to be. Anakin brings his hand to your face before entangling his slender fingers through your hair, which only made the kiss more intimate. A few long seconds pass by before you gently pull away, leaving him flustered.

“So do you wanna eat that cake now or what?” he asks jokingly.

“I choose ‘or what’,” you reply cunningly.

“What do you have in mind?” he asks with a lifted eyebrow.

“Let’s both get some dessert,” you hint, hoping he knows what you were getting at.

“That sounds like a great idea, sweetheart,” he says to you. He pounces himself onto you including his lips before the two of you head towards your bedroom, now slamming the door behind you guys.

It was safe to say that both of you had a sweet tooth.

#anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin fluff #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker smut #anakin smut #anakin imagine #anakin star wars #star wars anakin #star wars #hayden christensen

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wigglyscardigan · 1 month

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hatchetfield on tumblr

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Howdy campers! 😁 We’ve decided to set up camp on the good ol’ internet to spread the word of Jesus! 🙏❤️ Lookin forward to another year of hard work and abstinence! 🥰 Amen.

Keep reading

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guys im fucking shaking why does my old summer camp have tumblr?? they literally confiscate our phones??

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Hello, Stephanie. 🙂

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STEOH YOU HAVE TO RUN NOW

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ugh being a future tony winner is so hard bcuz u have to deal w the ppl who just do not know their shit yk

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Who is this about?

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omg there she goes again i swear its actually every time i

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BREAKING NEWS: Multiple missing persons reports have been sent out following the mysterious happenings at an apartment in downtown Hatchetfield.

Witnesses describe seeing a woman with long curly hair and glasses chase a group of adult men in there before shutting the door “aggressively”.

If you have any further information, contact local authorities immediately.

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holy shit

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did you guys see what the news just posted?

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MY UNCLE SAYS HE KNOWS THE VICTIMS???? ( ⚆ _ ⚆ )

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OH MY GOD? RICHIE IS HE OKAY? are you okay?!

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Iwoudl fuck the woman based on that description

#pleasejddgyce #1 chakngee #ijsustwant hehr

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me: scared and concerned because my uncle might know the victims of a serious crime

ruth: ok but was the girl hot

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I stand by myndecision

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Melissa is active in this timeline?! 🍿

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Once again, my kin doth defy awareness of logic. Once again, he chooses a disgraceful mini image to express thought and emotion…

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kill yourself

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Uhh… anyone else’s tumblr just… completely shut down? I think my phone was hacked for a bit…

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oh thank FUCK its not just me

swear i almost went to the goddamn apple store. we dont even have an apple store

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Oh, wait, really? Huh. I thought they added one years ago.

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yeah they were going to at one point but they must have realized the towns too shitty for that

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can’t believe im explaining hatchetfield apple store lore to paul matthews

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I would have worked there.

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inspired by @nabwastaken

#hatchetfield #hatchetverse #starkid #fake tumblr dash #fake tumblr dashboard #dashboard simulator #unreality cw #cw unreality #paul matthews #emma perkins #ruth fleming #stephanie lauter #peter spankoffski #boy jerry #tinky #pokey #t’noy karaxis #pokotho

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candywife333 · 6 months

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Only Here for the Food

Summary: I am having Jungkook's baby. That's right bitches, you heard me right. We had a one night stand and now I am going to make him pay in cash and chocolate doughnuts-- currency of the gods. No emotions, just mucho dinero. That's the motto for today. There's no way he can fall in love with a virtual freeloader right? Let's all pray that he doesn't for my sake and yours.

chubby reader x idol (loaded) jungkook

Disclaimer: This character of Jungkook is not a representation of the real life Jungkook. Keep in mind this is all fiction.

Mini- series

(haven't decided on how many parts. I guess however many it takes me to get my thoughts across)

Part -2 link

PART 1

"Um, excuse me, jungkook"? Jungkook scrunched his eyebrows into little squiggly lines at the hurried voice of his studio manager. "Yes, manager-nim, what exactly is the problem?"

"I don't know how exactly to put this Jungkook, but there is a heavily pregnant girl out in the waiting room with all the members. She is telling everyone that she is pregnant with your child, from a one night stand. She is sitting there eating cold ranch Doritos and demanding that we get her tiramisu and alfredo fettucini from the cafe below".

Jungkook's right eye brow twitched in anger and disbelief, who the hell was this impudent, audacious thot? He slept with many girls, and he never failed to use protection. There could simply be no way that she was pregnant with his child.

He ventured down to the waiting room to see who the hell this girl was. As he entered the room, he saw a panicking Namjoon pacing the room as he usually does when he is agitated. Namjoon caught sight of him and took him in front a heavily pregnant girl.

The girl looked like she was literally 15, dressed in a calf length baby pink flared cotton dress with a fuzzy white oversized cardigan, oversized pearl earrings, cream-white kitten heels , and a blindingly white ribbon tied to her hair in a ponytail. She looked like she had stumbled off the set of my little pony and the care bears.

She smiled as she stretched her body and protruding belly over the entire couch, making Jimin and Taehyung sit up to avoid her limbs sprawled out on the couch. The mysterious girl grinned lazily, "Hey Jungkook! Remember me from the hotel down the road two months ago? We met in the karoake bar. My name is Y/N, if that rings a bell at all". Jungkook stood there, eyebrows furrowed, quivering with indignation, "Who the hell do you thing you are? Barging into my waiting room? Who even let you inside the premises of HYBE"!

Y/N merely yawned at his furious voice, "ummm, I don't know. I think this man with really wide shoulders and thick lips. He talked about preserving lineage or something really fancy. He left me here when I said your name, as though he was electrocuted". She smirked, lips slanted upwards into a diabolical slant, eyes glinting with mischief, "I don't know why he would be surprised? Considering you had no qualms sexing me up that day when you had too much to drink. Mind you, I was also drunk that day and neither of us used protection". She shrugged her shoulders, "That is how we ended up in this predicament. You can check CCTV footage if you are still questioning it. The love motel would've stored it".

A sharp hiss resounded through the room. All the members heard the sordid tale and stared at Jungkook in disdain. Their youngest member was used to getting his way and it wasn't out of character for him to suddenly find a girl he liked and on whim sleep with her. Y/N blinked quietly and then quietly stated, "I don't need anything from you except child support. We can negotiate it together between the two of us, or between your lawyer and me. The only extra thing I demand is a box of chocolate donuts , freshly baked bread, a tiramisu cake, and a pound of strawberry cheesecake from my favorite bakery delivered to my doorstep every month. In case you are wondering, yes, to clarify, this is part of the child support".

All the members' jaws collectively dropped in shock at what she had just said. Jungkook gritted his teeth, agonized at the prospect of dealing with this girl for the rest of his mortal life. She interrupted, "Oh right, first let's do a paternity test like how they do it in the movies. Just to be sure. So you know, that it is your baby. Granted, you are the first person I actually had sex with". Jungkook squinted his eyes, jaw locked in anger ," Are you telling me, that you have never had sex before? That you don't go around waiting to trap random idols in this manner?"

Y/N shrugged nonchalantly, "Believe what you will, dude. I have had sex before, but I have only taken things up my mouth and been eaten up like a three course meal", she winked shamelessly, "if you catch my drift". She continued, as Jungkook and the rest of the members were paralyzed at her bold statements, " The time with you was the first time I took it up my kitty cat. You were going to shove your lochness monster up my snuffleupagus also, but I had to stop you". Not believing all that he was hearing, Namjoon fell onto the couch stiffly, unmoving, eyes fixed on Y/N as though he were in a coma.

Jungkook had his hand on his forehead. This entire ordeal was a nightmare. What the fuck had he done to bring this upon himself? As his head floated towards the wall for support, Y/N quipped, "if you are going to hurt yourself by banging you head against the wall, just make sure to write the child support into your will. I don't want to get in between you and death, but where my bag is concerned, I unfortunately have to intervene".

She proceeded to twirl her hands in her hair as a worker came in and handed her a plate of tiramisu. She sat upright and start devouring it. In between bites, as she stuffed herself to death she uttered, "Just so you know, I love the color pink and can occupy myself with yarn and a sewing kit for hours. Wanted to give you an FYI in case you needed to take me on a trip or something".

Jungkook eyes filled with tiny flames , he seethed , "Why would anyone take you anywhere you bitch? Isn't already too much, the fact that I will be paying child support to your ugly over distended ass? Women get pregnant, but you look like a mammoth, not a mother to be". Y/N merely blinked, staring at him resolutely as she continued to eat simultaneously, "Well, I mean you fucked and put a baby into me, so you must have liked my over distended ugly ass at some point throughout the night right? That is why I am telling you, you tried to put it my ass. I just couldn't take it no matter how much I tried. You know what they say, the attempt is what matters, not the result. At least I tried".

The rest of the members started choking, trying to suppress their laughter as she continued , eating with gusto enough to make Jin's mouth water as he entered the room to see what the noise was about. She chomped on the tiramisu as though it were here last meal, getting coffee and cream all over her lips, "I can get a participation award for trying to take it up my ass right? Anyways, I found out you were in Korea because I keep seeing shorts on youtube about when you leave and enter the country. They always say amusing stuff like, Jungkook left Korea and later on, now he has safely landed, as though they thought you were going to die or something. Like, millions of people fly everyday, but you don't see articles like, so and so from Daejeon got on the flight and now is safely back".

Yoongi was trying so hard not to laugh. This girl might be idiotic and a thot, but she was hella funny. Like he was wheezing as though he had asthma right now. Jungkook got in front of y/N , ready to yeet her off the couch. Y/N sat there and stared up at him blankly, "just so you know, if you manhandle me, I will sue you for assault. If you know what is good for you, you won't put your beautiful vascular manicured hands on me. Don't underestimate a girl with an appetite and an indomitable spirit".

She got up gracefully , " You called me a bitch. Well I think you are a conniving kerfuffle who does not know how to keep his business clean. Everybody knows not to do hanky panky without a rubber, and you clearly did not care that night". She handed him a slip of paper, " Here is my number and address, when you need to send desserts to my house and call me for a meeting with your lawyer for the paternity test. Toodles! Talk to you later! I have a doctor's appointment to attend".

#comedy #pregnant reader #pregnant reader x jungkook #chubby reader x jungkook #eventual smut #jungkook x curvy reader #jungkook x plus size reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook smut #bts #bts x curvy reader #bts x pregnant #bts x pregnant reader #bts x chubby reader #body shaming

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softly-sirius · 3 months

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The Staff Of The Bear Dating Vampire Gn! Reader Headcanons:

Currently on Shift: Carmen Berzatto, Richie Jerimovich & Sydney Adamu

Carmen

At first, thought it was kinda weird that you had a mini fridge with a padlock in your room

You told him it was where you kept your vintage jeans

Which was a complete lie, so when Carmen told you he collected jeans too?

Well, you had to spend a lot of time researching on the computer to cover that lie up

Will make you blood-infused recipes to show you he accepts you

Red velvet cake with blood instead of beetroot

Honestly, would eat it as well

Ends up getting a little obsessed with making stuff the perfect texture

Asks you loads of questions about blood

What do you like about it? Do different types taste different? How do you like it prepared?

He wants to know everything about your preferences so he can make everything perfect

I think Carmy's vampire partner would struggle the most with being a vampire and not a human

So eating the food Carmen makes you will make you tear up sometimes because it reminds you so much of being human

Kinda wants you to bite him, but also kinda does not

So So Nervous about it, but you never bring it up

You can hear his pulse racing when he’s stressed so you always know when he needs help

You’ll kiss his pulse point when you notice him stressing out

He washes his hands a million times when he’s back from work in case of garlic

Before he knew the secret he once brought you some garlic bread

Your nose burnt for a week, your throat even longer

You couldn't bring yourself not to eat it when he gave you those eyes

Carmen has sunscreen for you in summer and insists on it even if it does nothing

The hot summer in Chicago just makes you extra exhausted and sluggish so you need to feed more

He knows when you’re slacking on your feeding and will make you blood puddings (now with real blood)

When he does pluck up his courage and ask about biting he finds out he kinda likes it

Loves it when your teeth scrape his most sensitive areas

He really likes it when you bite at the pudge of his stomach, though it isn’t the best spot for you to feed from

But your bites are more love bites than actually feeding from him

Overall, he is not as chill as Richie would be with a vampire partner, but that's because he isn’t chill about anything

He’s just happy someone likes him :’)

Richie

“You’re a vampire? My baby’s a vampire?”

He would love you to bite him, wants to see your teeth marks all over him

Was jealous for a while wondering where you were getting blood from

Who were you biting? Did they taste better than him?

He was not having that

Read that papayas make blood taste better so he starts eating them all the time

Starts taking iron tablets in case that tangy taste is what gets you going

‘Accidentally’ cuts himself in the kitchen to see your reaction.

It’s minimal

Eventually, he just gives in and is like,

“Why have you not drunk from me yet?”

Moans when you bite him, it’s probs made him nut let's be real

Loves to have your bite marks all over him, on his thighs, his chest, his arms

Wants you to feed from him until he goes dizzy and can’t stand

Loses his mind when his blood drips from your lips and you stare at him all predatory

Turns red when you tell him how good he tastes

Enjoys being taken care of afterwards

Makes you watch Blade a million times

Calls himself your toyboy (even if you’re not that old a vampire or younger than him)

Whenever he sees bats he’ll tell you he saw one of your friends

Talks to the bats sometimes

Keeps blood in a wine bottle for you at the restaurant and loves to pour it for you and take care of you when you visit

Loves to cuddle up to you in summer because your body is nice and cold

The most interested in your ‘powers’ and asks you a million questions

“You or Godzilla, who would win?”

“Wait, so when you kept asking me to open all those jars?”

So smug when he realised how often you acted helpless just to get his help

Arm wrestles you all the time

Thinks if he catches you off guard he might win (Sometimes you let him)

He’s a loser, but he’s your tasty loser

Sydney

Laughs when she finds out and thinks it’s a joke

Probably bails on you for a little while

But then ends up coming back like…

"I didn’t think i could be ok with it, but I would rather be with you than without you"

Is grossed out by it, so you drink blood in private

She does not want to be bitten

Is the least chill with it, but she loves you so she deals

Will feel for your fangs every time you kiss, but you keep them hidden away

She gets mad at you when you go out when it’s really sunny

Keeps shades and an extra hat in her bag because sometimes you just turn up

She’ll be waking around the city and you just appear and ask to hang out

She thinks it’s a kind of power

She just forgot she added you on Find My Friends

Then she realises she can use your powers for her gain

Uses you when shopping second-hand to check if stuff is real silver

Buys you a gothic ring with a bat on it mostly as a joke

But you wear it all the time, it melts her little heart

Loves,when you turn into a little bat, especially if you look like a fruit bat

She’ll cradle you against her chest and stroke your head with her fingers

Will carry you around in her bag all day if you want to

She doesn’t call you her vampire but thinks of you as her bat

Thinks it’s pretty funny when you go as a vampire for Halloween every year

Especially when a drunk Richie starts complimenting how real your fangs are and pokes his fingers in your mouth

Is definitely not jealous that when Tina cut her finger during prep you had to step out of the room

Especially not when she sees the empty iron pouches in the trash

She knows they tide you over in emergencies till you can drink blood

Maybe she wants you to drink from her a little bit

Perhaps you’ll get to taste her one day after all, just as a little treat

#richie jerimovich x reader #richie jerimovich imagine #richie jerimovich fanfic #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto headcanons #carmen berzatto fluff #sydney adamu x reader #sydney adamu headcanons #sydney adamu fanfic #carmen berzatto imagine #carmen berzatto x you #carmen berzatto #richie jerimovich blurb #richie jerimovich x you #sydney adamu imagine

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jungle-angel · 7 months

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Of Tricks and Treats (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett are trying to get your store ready for Halloween, but your little ghouls can't keep their hands off the baked goods

The whole store smelled of fall, cinnamon, cloves, nutmeg, honey, freshly cut wood, pumpkins, apples and leaves. It was a place that you and Rhett were happy to finally own, pulling in the extra funds to feed your ever growing family while at the same time, becoming your happy place.

Rhett had just finished jarring the last little bit of honey you had gotten from the beehives during the summer, placing them on the little whitewashed table with all the rest. Summer had been a blast with the tourist boom giving you a huge boost, but now that fall was here, you both knew that the store would do just as well as it had during the summer.

He poked his head into the little kitchen to find you making all the Halloween treats that would attract everyone in town. He couldn't get enough of them and neither could the kids, little spider's nest cupcakes, cookies that were shaped like pumpkins, bats and Day of the Dead skulls with their bright colors, Rice Krispy treats that looked like little mummies, skeleton cakes and little brownies that had green zombie hands poking out of it.

"Smells good in here darlin," he purred, leaning in to kiss your cheek. "What's cookin?"

"Bat cookies," you told him. "I finished the Oreo spider nest cupcakes a few minutes ago."

Rhett couldn't resist the tantalizing smell of the cookies that had just come out of the oven. "I'll be back," he said, giving you one more kiss on the cheek that made you scrunch up and giggle.

"Don't you go sneaking any of these," you warned him. "Your mom's making dinner."

Rhett chuckled as he went back to work in the main area of the store, unpacking the dyed wool that you and Rhett had gotten from the sheep that roamed your property. The heavy scent of pumpkins and apples had made him a little drowsy, his stomach gurgling from not having eaten lunch. Even the incense that was in the jars on the shelves had made his head a little spacey.

"Rhett?"

"Hmm?"

He was surprised to find you standing close by with the cookie plate missing at least four of the cookies you had baked. "Any idea where the cookies went?"

"What?"

"There were twenty on the plate and I've only counted sixteen," you told him.

"I didn't take any, I swear."

"Rhett....."

"Darlin I promise you I did not take the cookies."

"Well if you didn't, then who did?"

Rhett shrugged and shook his head.

You went back to the kitchen and left your husband to his own devices, but when you returned, two of the cupcakes were missing off the plate along with some of the Rice Krispy treats.

"Alright," you sighed. "Either we've got house elves or something's amiss here."

"Darlin, again, I did NOT take anything off the plate," Rhett insisted.

"Really?" you asked him. "Because I assumed by the way you were looking at the zombie brownies....."

"Sweetheart," he said. "I still swear on my Grandpa's good name that I did NOT sneak any of the baked goods."

The clatter of a cookie being taken off a plate reached both your ears when you saw Amy in her little knit hat and black and white checked flannel sneaking two more bat cookies off the plate and giggling.

"Shit!" you hissed.

"HAH!" Rhett exclaimed. "I TOLD YA'LL IT WASN'T ME!"

You both charged after Amy to the storage room and found not only her, but Hannah and the twins hiding amidst their little box fort with their stash of cookies, candies, cakes and mini tartlets they had all stolen off the shelves.

"Oh my God," you groaned.

"I told ya," Rhett laughed. "I done told ya darlin!"

As soon as the baking was done for the evening and the store had been closed up, you and Rhett loaded up the four little ghouls and headed back for home. The ride had been a noisy one with the kids being louder than usual due to the sudden sugar rush they had acquired at the store.

"Oh my word," Cecelia groaned when she saw the frosting all over the kids faces. "Rhett, what the hell did they eat?"

"Most of our inventory, Ma," he chuckled.

"Damnit, and I had made a mac n cheese bake for dinner," she swore.

"Well, turn'em loose in the yard Cece, maybe they'll burn it all off and get hungry," Royal told her as he unloaded Tanner from his carseat.

You didn't mind your mother and father-in-law taking them off your hands for a while, turning the kids loose in the yard to run off their sugar high before dinner.

"What?" Rhett asked when he saw you laughing.

"Just so you know, you're putting them to bed tonight," you laughed.

Rhett groaned in frustration. "Brush their teeth and give them their baths too?"

"Yep," you said as he drew you in.

Rhett ran his hands through his hair and sighed. He loved all of you to death, but he just hoped that the kids would crash and sleep deeply until the next morning.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #amy abbott #royal abbott #cecelia abbott #royal x cecelia #outer range

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sarahwroteathing · 1 year

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Apples and Cherries

Part Three to Coffee and Cinnamon and Maple Latte

Word Count: 2048

Summary: A bakery mishap leaves Steve scrambling.

Warnings: More fluff and foolishness and a mistreated kitchen item

A/N: Sorry for the delay, my fine friends. They’ve got me working so much overtime, it legitimately feels illegal. Happy Valentine’s Day!

Steve was jittery as he made his way into the bakery that morning. There wasn’t really a good reason to be. He just felt… something.

Things had been different between the two of you lately, since he started going in and buying coffee every morning.

The rivalry was still very much alive, but it had lost some of its edge. Your comments were more playful than biting, when you bothered to insult him at all. You smiled more. Genuine smiles instead of the dark eyed grins that he found more than slightly terrifying. You touched more. Overlapping fingers during the exchange of coffee cups and pastries. Nudges with elbows and knuckles and shoulders. An occasional arm squeeze.

(Three of them, to be exact. Not that he was keeping track. That would be weird.)

The nervous energy buzzing beneath Steve’s skin didn’t seem to be affecting Sam in the slightest, who was humming happily to himself while loading his side of the pastry cases. It had been his turn to open this morning, and Steve could see trays of croissants and turnovers that he’d shaped and left in the fridge overnight now baked and cooling on a rack just over Sam’s shoulder.

“Gooooooood morning, sunshine. Did you know that I’m a genius? Actually, don’t answer that. Of course you know I’m a genius.”

Steve cracked a smile, leaning through the door into the kitchen to grab an apron - blue with white polka dots today.

“What has the great and powerful genius that is Sam Wilson created this morning?”

Sam retrieved a small covered plate from the back corner, presenting it with a flourish.

“Taste it!”

“Gladly.”

Not bothering with utensils, Steve lifted the beautifully glazed mini bundt cake off of the plate and took a hearty bite, smiling at Sam’s unimpressed expression.

“Jesus, that’s good. Caramel apple? ”

“Yep. The cherries weren’t speaking to me today. I thought they’d be nice in the turnovers though since I used the apples.”

Steve froze, halfway to the sink to wash the sticky glaze from his fingers.

“Oh, you used…”

“That okay? Mixing it up a little?” Sam raised a brow curiously at the low-grade panic he read on Steve’s face.

“Yeah, that’s… Are there any apples left?”

“Don’t think so. But we’re supposed to get more delivered tomorrow.”

This was stupid. There was no reason to be panicking about this. He wasn’t mad at Sam for using all the apples. He wasn’t. But like Steve, you were a creature of habit. Your order was always the same: one apple turnover, reheated if it wasn’t fresh from the oven. Only ever apple.

Still, there wasn’t anything to be worried about. It’s not like you came in for a pastry every day, and he had yet to find a pattern in your visits. And while it was clear you enjoyed them, the happiness overtaking you on your first bite always enough to make Steve turn away to hide a proud smile, his ego wasn’t big enough to think it would ruin your day if your favorite pastry wasn’t in stock.

But…

He didn’t love the idea of disappointing you.

And he was choosing not to think about that too much.

“I’m gonna run to the store. I’ll be back as quick as I can,” Steve said, fumbling with the apron ties.

Sam only watched his embarrassing attempts at speed folding for a couple seconds before snatching the fabric from his hands and waving him off.

“Go, Johnny Appleseed. I got it.”

“Thank you!”

He was out the door and halfway down the block before he reminded himself that he didn’t actually have to run.

Thankfully, there was a tiny independent grocery store just four blocks away. The elderly woman at the register raised her eyebrows at his purchase of one single green apple, but mercifully chose not to comment.

Sam, however, did not show that kind of courtesy.

“Are you really gonna make one apple turnover?”

“Yes,” Steve said, snagging his refolded apron that Sam had left on the counter.

Sam stared at him for half a second more, opened his mouth, then closed it again.

“You know what? I’m actually not gonna say anything. We’ll see how this turns out.”

“She didn’t come by while I was out, did she?”

“Less pining, more baking.”

“I’m not-” Steve broke off with a huff, leveling Sam with a glare that had stopped being effective against him years ago and storming off into the kitchen.

Pining. Steve had never pined a day in his life.

The tension eased from his shoulders as he began work on the apple filling, a recipe he’d been making since he was a teenager that contained half the spice rack and required measuring with the heart not the neatly labeled spoons.

There was extra dough in the refrigerator, the way there almost always was. It made moments like this easier to manage and oven disasters or tragic clumsiness faster to recover from.

Time passed differently when he was baking, faster and easier. The only thing on his mind was the next step. While the pastry baked, he easily occupied himself with cleaning up the mess he’d made.

With two minutes left on his timer, he made the call.

“I don’t deliver.”

“What?”

“Your coffee. I won’t deliver it,” you said. “We had a deal, Rogers.”

“I know we did. That’s not what I - I have something for you. You can come whenever. I’ll be here.”

And then he hung up. Because Steve Rogers had many skills but carrying phone conversations wasn’t one of them. And maybe he was just a little bit nervous. Again. For no particular reason.

Steve leaned out the kitchen door.

“I called Y/N,” he told Sam. “Let her into the back when she gets here, okay?”

Sam didn’t look up from his book.

“Or you could wait for her up here instead of hiding in the kitchen like a creep.”

“That’s…” Steve squinted. “Fair.”

He stepped forward, letting the door swing behind him, hovering just a few inches in front of it.

“You have flour on your apron.”

Steve looked down quickly, swiping his hands impatiently over clean fabric before glaring at Sam again, who was smiling innocently.

“What-”

The very childish argument was ended before it could begin, a cheerful jingle signaling your entrance into the bakery. You were wearing lipstick again. Because the universe enjoyed personally victimizing Steve.

“Hi. Come on back.”

Without waiting for a greeting or your answer, he turned and disappeared through the swinging door. You stared at it curiously for a few seconds before turning to Sam.

“I was invited this time,” you said pointedly as you stepped around the counter.

“I’m getting you your own apron. This is getting ridiculous,” he sighed, rolling his eyes.

“Better be a cute one.”

The divine scent of freshly baked pastry greeted you when you entered the kitchen, instantly inspiring a smile.

Steve was standing stiff and uncomfortable by the oven. A baking tray rested on the stovetop, holding one extremely large turnover.

Your smile widened.

“That’s a thing of beauty, and I’m very jealous. What did you call me over here for?”

Steve blinked at you.

“For… This is for you.”

“Oh! That’s very kind of you. What’s the catch?”

“There’s no catch.”

“What’s the occasion?”

Steve shrugged.

“No occasion. Just… wanted to make you one. Sam used all the apples, so all we had was cherry. But you don’t… order… Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Keep talking.”

Steve narrowed his eyes in confusion but continued.

“You never order cherry. So I went to the store for an apple so I could make - What?”

He’d seen you make all kinds of faces over the course of your strange and rocky friendship.

Angry, challenging, suspicious.

Amused, confident, joyful.

But this was different. There was a spark of something he didn’t recognize glowing in your eyes, lingering at the corner of your lips.

You let out a breath.

“Oh, God… I’m about to do something stupid.”

“What do you-”

And Steve couldn’t even finish his question because you were looking at his lips. You were stepping closer.

He had to be reading this wrong. Either way, he should almost certainly be saying something right now, but he never got a chance.

Because you were feeling a little stupid and a lot impulsive, and this sweet and infuriating contradiction of a man had gone out of his way to make your favorite pastry when he should have been baking things he actually intended to sell, and honestly who does that?

So you kissed him.

Before you could think about it. Before you could talk yourself out of it.

You kissed him.

Your hands were on his shoulders, and his lips were far softer than you had expected where they rested against yours. But they weren’t moving. He wasn’t moving.

It’s possible you stopped breathing for a moment.

And you were about to pull away and make the fastest exit humanly possible out the back door when you felt the shift.

Tentative, as if half expecting a slap, as if this whole wonderfully stupid thing wasn’t your idea in the first place.

A hand at your waist, one finger at a time before daring a full grip with his palm. So stupid and so very Steve, and as he felt your lips begin to smile at the gesture, he took it as further permission.

A delicate touch to your face, your neck, a skimming of fingertips over soft skin before this too solidified into something firmer. Holding your face, somehow both gentle and unyielding, keeping your still smiling lips exactly where he wanted them. And he did want them. That much he began to make abundantly clear.

Apparently, Steve Rogers had other talents besides baking

Every touch was warm and respectful in a way that put butterflies in your stomach and made you want to stayed wrapped up in him for as long as you were allowed to. Every pass of his lips felt incredibly sweet, sharpened by the shock of new affection but still gentle, still careful.

Your brain began to short circuit at roughly the same time you felt your hips back against the countertop. Though you’re certain you lost some time, you managed to recover enough of yourself to remember that you’d kissed him. He should be the one swooning, thank you very much.

But he moved easier than expected beneath your insistent hands, hit the kitchen island harder than you intended, knocking a cutting board to the floor with a loud clatter that sent you springing apart with breathless gasps.

As you both stared down at the cutting board like you’d never seen one before in your lives, the panic began to set in.

Steve’s eyes widened, his cheeks flushed. Your heart kicked into double speed.

“I should go. I’m gonna go,” you said quickly, not daring to make eye contact.

“Don’t forget the-”

Steve stepped forward, intending to wrap up the apple turnover for you, but you got there first, scrunching the parchment paper lining into a messy bundle and backing quickly towards the door.

“Yep! Got it. Thanks for - Thanks.”

“Thank you.”

You left the bakery at a near run.

When Sam walked into the kitchen five minutes later to make sure his best friend was still alive, Steve was sitting on the floor, leaning back against the cabinets with a vacant expression.

“What just happened?”

Steve took a deep breath.

“Uh, well… I gave the… the thing, the…”

“Apple turnover?”

“Yep. That. That’s the one.”

Sam raised an eyebrow.

“And?”

“She said… ‘I’m about to do something stupid.’”

“Running out of here without paying for it?” Sam guessed.

“Don’t think so.”

“Poisoning you?”

Steve tilted his head, pursed his lips.

“Little bit. Maybe. Probably.”

“Steve.”

He blinked a few times before lifting a hand to poke at his lower lip.

“Something stupid.”

“What does that - Oh! Oh,” Sam said, a wide smile taking over his face as Steve just nodded, still staring off into space.

Sam nudged his leg with his shoe.

“You good? You need your inhaler?”

The dreamy expression vanished in favor of a frown.

“Shut up,” Steve said turning his head away. “…Maybe.”

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Well, well, well...

What are we thinking, friends?

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everybodyshusband · 3 months

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i'm a bit late to the party but...

girl's night in

ghoulette appreciation weeks ; week one (jan 1-6)

sunshine, cumulus, aurora & cirrus | approx. 750 words | a massive thank you to @jesusbutbetterrr for organising this whole thing !!!

“What do you mean the bar’s closed?” Sunshine complained from her seat in front of the mirror.

“I dunno, but that’s what Google says,” Aurora reasons, spinning her phone around to show the multi ghoulette.

Sunshine wails and thuds her head down onto the table. One of her blush compacts falls to the floor and Cumulus lets out a pained gasp as if the sound of the expensive rouge breaking against the ground has physically hurt her. “But I wanted to go ooouuut!”

“Oh, love.” The faint sound of the hair dryer shuts off and Cirrus pokes her head through the bathroom door. “I’m sure,” she starts again, significantly quieter this time now that there is no longer any wind whooshing against her ears, “that somewhere else will still be open. Can you have a look, Rors?”

“I have,” Aurora admits. “Everywhere else is closed too. Stupid public holiday. Stupid New Year’s Day…”

“Noooo!” Sunshine moans again, beginning to reach for her makeup wipes and erase all her hard work.

“Sunny, wait,” Cumulus suggests from where she’s sitting next to Aurora on the bed. When Sunshine turns to look at the air ghoulette, Cumulus is a vision in a close-fitting dress of light blue fabric. The dress sparkles in the low candlelight when she shifts and as Sunshine gets a perfect view of exactly how well the dress hugs the air ghoulette’s figure, she wants.

Wants to kiss her. Wants to take her out to a romantic dinner and feed her bites of chocolate cake along with sips of her favourite prosecco. Wants to walk hand in hand along that winding river near the Abbey and kiss her under the weeping willow tree. She wants to take her back home and watch shitty romcoms until the early hours of the morning and kiss again, this time with the taste of mint chocolate chip ice cream on each of their tongues. Wants to hear her love’s sharply inhaled breath when Sunshine pushes the fabric of her partner’s dress down to her ribs, dips her chilled mouth a little lower and sucks pretty bruises into Cumulus’ pale breasts. She wants—needs, really—to feel those quiet, breathy sighs against her neck when she caresses the air ghoulette’s thighs and teases her right in the spot that makes her–

“Sunny, are you listening to me?” The voice of the very person Sunshine is daydreaming about startles her back into the present moment. She pointedly tears her gaze away from the cleavage spilling out from the fabric adorning Cumulus’ chest. “I asked if you wanted to stay dressed up anyway? We can raid the kitchen for some drinks. Maybe it won’t be exactly like we planned, but we’ll still have fun!”

“Yeah!” Aurora agrees. “Swiss still has loads of leftover drinks and mixing stuff from his body shots phase, so we’ll have heaps of stuff to make drinks if we want!”

“Oh, Sathanas, what a phase that was…” Cirrus almost moans at the memory as she makes her way out of the bathroom, her low-rise mini skirt doing sinful things to her exposed hip bones.

Sunshine tilts her head back and forth, considering her options. She must admit that even if this wasn’t the original plan, having a fun night in instead of a night out sounds a lot better than moping about all the bars being closed. “Yeah,” she concedes eventually, grinning. “Yeah, that sounds nice!”

“Ooh, does that mean I can take my shoes off now?” Aurora asks, not waiting for an answer before pulling her boots off. They’re pretty pink things that Mist gifted her as a late summoning present after having gotten to know the band’s newest multi ghoulette, all platforms and chunky heels, covered in matching pink ribbons and bells. Aurora adores them, but she’s always one to forgo shoes when given the opportunity, so now their little group has elected to have their "girl’s night out" in, the shoes are the first things to come off. She takes after Sunshine in that way, but at this stage, Aurora has stuck with only disliking shoes. When the older multi ghoulette had been summoned, it had taken months to persuade her towards the importance of wearing clothes around other people.

“Well, then.” Cumulus stands and claps her hands, already reaching for her favourite ‘going out’ leather jacket and slinging it over her shoulders as she opens the door for them all to file out. “Shall we?”

#yes i overdescribed lus' dress and rory's shoes but they're GORGEOUS !!! CAN YOU BLAME ME ?!? (no)#ghoulette appreciation weeks #ghoulette appreciation weeks 2024 #sunshine ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #aurora ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoulettes #the band ghost #husband ficlets

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astralisbelle · 1 year

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Dead Man's Hand 7 - Gotta Look the Part

Dead Man's Hand Masterlist tags: engineer!reader, gambler!reader, loose canon timeline, eventual smut, fluff, action, casino aesthetics, touch starved reader, touch starved din, reader and din get on each other’s nerves, also they’re idiots, defrosting ice king din, cinderella vibes, everybody loves grogu

chapter summary: They eat like royalty and she gets to dress up like one.

note: oh LORDY this one is long (2k words!) but I hope it was worth the wait. Thank you again for all the likes/reblogs. We finally get to gamble after this part!

The door to the bathroom closes with a soft woosh, leaving Din by himself in the wide space of the suite. He waits for a moment, listening to the voices echo on the other side.

She hums while Grogu giggles and water splashes. All clear. He shakes his head, walking over to the console and calling the front desk. “Bring me dinner for two adults and an infant. I don’t care what it is, whatever’s fastest.” If she’s anything like him, she won’t be picky. And Grogu eats anything.

In the interim, Din sits on the couch and deems it safe to take a load off, which in this case, means he can disarm for now. He takes the jet pack off first, being the heaviest and most cumbersome of his tools. Off comes the blaster, the hilt of the Darksaber, and the various blades he keeps concealed. Everything is accounted for.

After about fifteen minutes, there’s a knock at the door – must be the food. He answers it and three waiters greet him with wide smiles, wheeling three trays inside the suite. Din lifts a brow as they set up in the center, uncovering the food and revealing two identical plates of fresh, steaming seafood, a buttery smell filling the air. For the child, there is a colorful bowl of soup, with some mini square cakes for dessert. “And finally,” says a waiter. “A decadent chocolate cake. For you and the lady.”

“Uh.” He is thankful for the helmet hiding his aversion. “She’s not my… never mind.” He knows no one cares in this hellhole, not when thousands of rich men bring their mistresses or escorts to play with them. The last thing he wants is for someone to think that of her. Din tosses them a few meager credits as tips and waits for them to leave. With the sounds of bath time still ringing behind the door and his stomach rumbling, he figures it’s as good a time as any.

He slips his helmet off with a soft sound, breathing in deep to welcome the fresh air into his lungs. All at once, the delectable smell of the food assaults his senses, enticing him to sit down and partake. Such extravagance in food feels almost sacrilegious for the practical Mandalorian, but at least it means she and Grogu will have a decent meal as well. He takes a thick piece of grilled fish into his mouth and makes a small noise of satisfaction. Dank farrik, that’s damn delicious. He eats quickly, downing large gulps of water in between. In the corner of his vision, he eyes that chocolate cake.

She’s probably never had it either.

He finishes his fish, leaving nothing but the bones. Wiping his lips with the cloth napkin, he pours himself a swig of white champagne, just to rinse the aftertaste out. Nothing more, nothing less. As soon as he’s done, he doesn’t linger, and situates the helmet back on.

A few minutes pass as he hears the bath drain, sucking in the water. The door slides open and a cloud of steam escapes. She emerges, a towel wrapped around her head and a silk robe tied around her waist. The robe is shorter than Din expects, halting just above her knees and showing off a stunning pair of legs, shiny and unmarred by any layer of dirt. Even her face glows, renewed and fresh. Grogu has a child’s robe on that is far too big for him, the sleeves dwarfing his arms. A soft chuckle escapes Din.

“Oh my stars,” she says, eyes closing as she inhales deeply. “That smells divine!” She scurries to the couch, setting Grogu down beside her as she gasps at the plate of food before her. “I-Is this all for me?”

“Already ate.” Din holds Grogu, spoon feeding him the soup. “C’mon, you little womp rat. Time to eat.”

She watches them for a moment, her heart skipping a beat at the sight. It’s so odd seeing a bounty hunter, unafraid of blasters in his face, feed a small creature all without an ounce of embarrassment. Noble and caring… Ah, but she isn’t distracted for long, not when a decadent meal waits for her. Her mouth waters as she cuts a piece of the fish, popping it into her mouth.

“Mmgh.” The sound she makes is loud, enough to make the Mandalorian’s head turn. “...Sorry.” She giggles, covering her mouth, and continues to eat. He shakes his head, but a quick chuckle tells her that he isn’t annoyed by it. When she finishes, she looks over and notices the chocolate cake still sitting pretty, completely untouched. “What’s that?”

“Cake.”

“Who’s it for?”

“...You and the kid can have it.”

She shrugs, leaning over to bring it towards herself. The plate has two forks, so she takes one and cuts into it, shocked at its softness. After sniffing it, she brings it into her mouth.

Then, she really moans. Her eyes rolls back and a hand falls onto her chest. “Stars.” She shakes her head. “Oh my, Mando, you have to try this. I’m serious. I’ll leave right now.”

“It can’t be that good.”

She grins, cutting a little piece onto the fork. “Grogu,” she coos. “Open wide. Pbrrr. Here comes the speeder!” He drops his jaw and accepts the cake in his mouth. His ears wiggle and his arms stretch towards the cake, clearly begging for more. “Told ya.”

The Mandalorian pulls Grogu back. “Finish your soup.” After reining in the child and pivoting his focus back to the meal, he speaks. “Fine. Just… finish half of it.”

She digs in again. “I could easily finish this whole thing. You’re lucky I’m being so nice.” Half of the cake remains once she finishes. Once Grogu is done and munching on one of the smaller cakes, the Mandalorian hands him to her.

“Don’t turn around under any circumstance.”

“I won’t.” She sits in a way that turns her back towards him and all she can stare at is the front door while Grogu eats calmly in her lap. Then she hears the hiss of air depressurizing. It’s off. Her head wants to turn, to see what he looks like, but she knows not to betray his trust. So she listens, listens to the clanking of the silverware, listens to the teeth hitting the fork. She holds her breath.

“...Mmm.” Oh, now she desperately wants to see his face. He doesn’t say anything, but she hears the silverware against the plate.

“Told ya.” The plate is set down and the helmet hisses as it covers his face again.

When she turns around, she takes the rest of the plate and finishes whatever he left. Stars, she can’t remember the last time she felt full and heavy. She’s ready to lie down on the couch and take a nap, but that would be hard to do while in a robe, would it?

Speaking of clothes…

“Hey.” She pulls down on the hem of the robe, trying to hide her skin. “So, what am I supposed to wear to the tournament? I can’t wear my usual clothes… right?”

The Mandalorian takes a moment to think, his fingers tapping on the cushion of the couch. He stands and goes up to the console, calling the front desk. “Can you bring me a dress?”

A feminine voice responds. “Do you mean a stylist, sir?”

He shrugs. “Sure.”

“That easy, huh?” she comments. “Is there anything they can’t bring you?”

He sits back down. “Doubt it. This place caters to all of your vices, legality be damned.” He crosses his arms and rests his ankle on his knee.

Her eyes trail up and down his form. “...Are you going to get anything for yourself?”

“Like what?”

“A suit or robes. Or… are you just going to go in that.”

He exhales. “I don’t go anywhere without my armor.”

“That’s what I thought.” She sighs, hugging a knee against her chest. Out of common courtesy, she tries not to let her eyes wander towards him, but after all of the stories her mentor told her, it’s hard not to. The Mandalorian. A bounty hunter of high renown, belonging to a deadly people that few get to see and even fewer survive an encounter with. He who never takes off his helmet in front of another, who never goes anywhere without armor or weapons.

But he has a child that he feeds with his own hands. And he enjoys the taste of chocolate cake. And he sucks at sabacc.

Some time passes and then a knock at the door alerts them on the couch. “I got it,” she says, getting up to open the door. Standing in the door frame is a tall woman, slender with sharp features in her cheeks and bony fingers. She has the paint that the girl noticed earlier, black lines outlining her eyes as her lips shimmer with gold.

“You poor thing,” says the stylist, taking a chunk of wet hair in her hand. “My goodness! I do have my work cut out for me. Chop chop!” She claps her hands and a swarm of assistants flood into the room, carrying racks of clothes, stacks of shoes, and boxes of tools.

The Mandalorian stands up. “Hey, what is all this?”

“Oh, don’t mind us, sir,” says the stylist. “We’ll just use the bedroom. Come, everyone! You, girl, with me!”

“What the--” She finds herself being tugged by the tall woman, flashing a brief look of fear towards the Mandalorian before they all disappear behind the door of the bedroom.

Alone again.

Din groans and rolls his head, cracking his neck and shoulders. Remember. This is all for the beskar. He rubs the back of his neck as he glances down at Grogu, still in his robe. “...Right.” He finds ways to pass the time like dressing Grogu and freshening up in the bathroom himself, washing his face. It feels like hours before the bedroom door slides open.

The stylist walks out first, followed by her posse of assistants. “Ah… I am a genius.” She grins and steps out of the way. “Come on out, dear!”

Din stands up immediately. Placing one foot in front of the other, she takes small steps out of the room. Light silk sways around her feet like flowing water. The dress hugs her best features while gold jewelry jingles around her wrists and biceps. Drop earrings twinkle and bounce as she walks. Her lips are painted red and her eyes are brushed with similar colors to the dress: blood wine and fiery oranges. At the sight, his shoulders relax, his lips part, and his eyes dare not blink.

She walks towards him, a bashful smile on her lips. Just as she is about to say something, she steps on the hem of her dress. “Oh--!” And she falls forward. Din darts forward, catching her before she can face plant onto the floor. Her jewelry clanks against his armor as he helps her regain her balance.

“Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah.” She lifts her face. “Sorry. I-It’s these shoes, I can’t…”

“You must!” says the stylist. “I believe my job is done. Let’s go, everyone.” She claps her hands again and as fast as she arrived, she makes a swift exit. Once she is gone, Din realizes that she still clings to his arms as she readjusts herself.

“I’m sorry,” she says again.

“It’s fine…” He takes his time pulling his arms away from her, just making sure she can indeed stand. “You… you look great.”

“Oh.” She laughs, pushing hair behind her ear. “Um. Thanks. Is this really what rich people wear? It’s so… uncomfortable.”

He lets out a fast breath of air as he laughs. “It’s… It’s just for a few days. Once I have the beskar, I’ll take you home to Tatooine. You’ll never have to wear this stuff again.”

“Right.” She nods, albeit with a degree of hesitation. “Back to Tatooine. That’s… that makes sense.”

#din djarin #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian fanfic #work: dead man's hand

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starscoffeecreamer · 15 days

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Rodimus letting Minimus drink from his breasts.

He let him do so as Ultra Magnus and the mech now being Minimus is no different. Roddy is a carrying type mech and his frame no matter becoming prime is still meant for emerging new sparks into the world.

It’s another thing he hates about himself. No one but a servo full of bots know and Ultra Magnus being one of them was an accident. The mech walked in on him with his chest plates off, breasts out, engorged and sore because he was about to go into heat.

Roddy didn’t know what to expect but Ultra Magnus shutting the door and getting on his knees blushing asking for some and to help was not what he expected.

Ever since they’ve had secret meetings where Magnus now Minimus drinks from his breasts when they become too full and the load bearer drains him of all substance.

Only problem is Drift and Ratchet keep trying to court Roddy who dodges their attempts because he doesn’t want to get his spark broken and he doesn’t know how to tell them his status or the arrangement he and Minimus has that neither want to end.

oughhhhh yesss Mini/mus helping Rodi/mus with his heavy achy boobs, draining them to help with his back (mini/mus has a lactation kink, 100% scientifically proven I googled it)

dri/ft and rat/chet trying to court him during all this? icing on the cake, imagine they find out and are just like "that's cool we'll still take you as our bf" and Roddy's just shocked at how much mental turmoil he was in just for them to be fine with it

then they alllll get to help with his achy, leaky tiddies as they fuck his holes into oblivion

#valveplug #titformers #t&t answers anons #silly rodi #rodi/mus #rat/chet #dri/ft #mini/mus am/bus #lactating kink

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bratzforchris · 10 months

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Hiii, hope your day is going good :) Do you think you can write something similar to your Thanksgiving Luke fic but with Calum? Please?

Unhappy Halloween

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Summary: Calum takes enjoying candy at Halloween a little too far

Pairing: Calum x gender neutral reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 901

A/N: I changed the prompt a bit to fit my motivation, but it's still the same concept :)

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Ever since you had told him you would be celebrating Halloween, Calum had been beyond excited. Growing up in Australia, he hadn’t had much experience with the holiday. At least, not the way American children did. Therefore, he had waited anxiously for October 31st, and it was finally, finally here. You two had decided to be a vampire couple to go to the Halloween party being thrown at your friend’s house, which in your opinion, was absolutely adorable.

Before you even got out the door to head to the party, Calum was sneaking a few pieces of chocolate out of the bowl that you had set outside of your apartment for trick or treaters.

“Cal!” You exclaimed as you caught him out of the corner of your eye. “Those are for the kids!”

“Sorry,” he mumbled sheepishly, shoving a chocolate in his mouth. “I just like sweets.”

“I know you do.” You said, rolling your eyes playfully and kissing his cheek.

By the time you two arrived at your friend’s house, the party was in full swing, with lots of loud music and decorations. At the front door, there was a bowl of candy with a cute sign, urging guests to take a few pieces. You declined, instead waiting for the drinks and desserts in the house. Calum, however, did not. He stuck his hand into the bowl, grabbing a few pieces of candy before following you into the house.

Your friend had truly gone all out, decorating everything with cobwebs, plastic spiders, and even a fog machine. On their dining room table was a large potluck full of Halloween foods. There were a few savory items, but most of them were sweets and candies. You watched as your boyfriend’s eyes went wide, surveying the table.

“Is this American Halloween every year?” he asked.

You nodded, watching him already gravitate towards the table. “We’re all addicted to sugar.” You joked playfully.

Calum didn’t seem to register your words as he loaded up his plate with candy, cookies, and a cupcake. “Okay, Halloween is definitely up there as one of the best holidays.” he stated.

You giggled and took a few sweets yourself, leading him over to where your friends were sitting on the couch. The conversation amongst your friends and Calum came easily, making it easy to pop a candy or two into his mouth as he listened to their wild stories from your college days.

“These cupcakes are good. Have you tried them?” You said, offering your boyfriend a mini cake.

You hadn’t yet realized the amount of sugar he had already consumed and put the treat onto his plate, smiling happily. Despite feeling rather full and slightly “buzzed” from the amount of sugar he had consumed, Calum popped the cupcake into his mouth. You looked so happy and eager to celebrate the holiday with him that Calum couldn’t just tell you no.

Around eleven, you yawned sleepily, snuggling into Calum’s side. “You ready to head home, babe?”

He also nodded, beginning to feel the effects the sugar was having on his body. He wouldn’t tell you, though. It was late and you had had such a great night that he didn’t want to ruin it for you by admitting that he might’ve eaten a bit too much. “Mhm.” he smiled, putting on a smile for you.

Once you had reached the car, you became more alert since you had to drive. You noticed that Calum was quieter than usual, leaning his head against the window. “You okay, babe?” You asked him, cocking a brow.

“Yep.” he said shortly, but not unkindly.

“You’re being awfully quiet…” You said softly, rubbing his thigh with your hand.

Calum bit his lip, deciding he had to tell you. The pain was getting to be too much and he just wanted to curl up in bed with you and have you rub his belly. “My stomach hurts…” he said softly.

“Awww, I’m sorry, babe,” You pouted. “Too much candy?”

He nodded his head softly, wrapping an arm around his stomach. “Can we cuddle when we get home?”

You cooed, patting his thigh gently. “Of course, babe. We’re about five minutes away.”

Calum leaned his head against the window for the rest of the drive until you finally pulled into the driveway. You helped him inside, rubbing his back gently, before going to the kitchen and heating up a hot water bottle for him. By the time you returned, Calum was curled up on the couch, shirtless and in sweatpants. He had discarded the costume–most likely because of the tight pants–but in your opinion, he still looked adorable.

“I got you a heating pack, baby.” You said softly, climbing onto the couch with him.

“Thank you.” he gave you a soft smile, immediately holding it to his stomach and taking in the warmth.

You nuzzled into his side, your hand on top of the hot water bottle. “I’m sorry you don’t feel well.” You said quietly.

“Kinda my fault.” he giggled and then winced slightly.

“Was your first Halloween good, though?” You asked, removing the hot pack to rub his tummy.

Calum nodded quickly, a smile on his face despite the pain. “It was amazing. I got to spend it with you, duh,” he said, pulling a slightly goofy face. “I just ate too much sugar.”

“I can tell. I love you, Calum. Happy Halloween.”

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serenity-songbird · 2 years

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You were always there in the background.

Since you were little you wished you weren't alive.

No one had treated you right.

You were just a girl with parents who didn't care about you.

When you were 12, you escaped to Republic City. You wanted to get away.

Far, far away.

Start a new life where maybe, just maybe...you could be in the spotlight.

You were sick of being a wall flower.

You got a job at a bakery called, Cake My Day.

Cute name, isn't it?

The owner, Ms. Sherry, was so nice.

She taught you how to bake delicious treats. She had a spare room in her house. She said you could stay there. She was lonely and didn't mind having another person around.

How lucky could you get?

Maybe, finally, your life was turning around.

4 years passed by.

You and Ms. Sherry were the faces of the shop. With your help in advertising, the shop became more popular than before and you needed to hire 4 other people to help.

You grew older, more beautiful. You were now a manger in Sherry's bakery.

Despite you taking care of most of the work, she was still a busy boss, but you were there to help take the load off. (And force her to take time off so she'd stop over exerting herself).

She even let you start creating recipes of your own! (The first 12 were a bust though. But you learned plenty from the 12 failures! 13th times the charm!!!)

With more money coming in, she was able to reconstruct the shop to make it bigger and better. There was a To-Go Line, a large array of desserts behind the glass fridge, a coffee corner, and an outside patio complete with flowers and atmosphere. And that was just the 1st floor! The 2nd floor was mostly just a relaxing spot to study or just enjoy the comfort it offered with its couches, mini stage where someone would always play relaxing music, a little yoga spot, and the restrooms that were always clean and well-maintained.

This place felt like home. It was home.

And Ms. Sherry...Well, she become like a mother to you. A real mother. A kind mother.

You were happy.

You were walking through the neighborhood one night. You had to fetch some decorations for the shop. Ms. Sherry's birthday was in a week and you wanted to make it special. So you went out when she was asleep to get the supplies you ordered.

Suddenly, someone ran into you.

You fell to the ground.

"Aw man! I'm so sorry!"

When you looked up, you saw the most beautiful green eyes you've ever seen. You're heart began to race.

He stopped to help you up. He was huffing and puffing like he just ran a marathon. And you quickly found out he practically was when you spotted the men in green jumpsuits, red scarves, and weird looking masks come and attack him.

You swore something about their attire was hauntingly familiar. But everything was happening so fast you couldn't process it immediately.

He was earthbending to save him self and protect you from the crossfire, but the men were skilled and had these weird weapons.

You went into panic mode.

Should you help?

But then you saw one of the men pull out a scarier looking weapon than the other crimimals had and you reacted on instinct.

It could be dangerous.

You never told a lot of people this.

But when you were young, you had been born with air bending.

Both your parents were non benders so it didn't make sense.

You grew up learning to hate your air bending because it was the reason your parents hated you.

You only learned to control it so you wouldn't lose control and hurt somone by accident again.

But right now, someone needs your help. That was more important than your fear.

You twirled around and blew all of the men into the building.

The boy's mouth dropped.

"Y-you're an airbender?!"

"Ssshhh!!! Just run!!!" You grabbed his hand and just ran.

"Who are you?" He wheezed out. You can tell he had gotten hurt and this was probably hard on him. But this was the best you can do.

"Who am I? Who are you?! Why are those guys chasing after you?! Please. Please tell me you're not a criminal and I just got caught in the middle of a gang war!!!"

"Uh, weeell. I wooouldn't say gang war..."

"Then what would you call it?!?!?!" You wheezed out in frustration.

"Uuuhhhmmm...Weeell..." He trailed off.

"Nevermind! We'll take about it later!" You scoffed in frustration.

This was most likely a gang war and he didn't want to tell you...Great.

You cursed to yourself. Still, you keep running with him. You already got yourself involved, might as well keep going.

Plus...there was this feeling you couldn't quite shake. Something deep in your heart wanted you to help him.

Why would you want to help a possible gang member? Who knows?

Using your knowledge of the area you lead him to a place you'd be able to escape.

"It's a dead end!"

Turning around, you blasted a large gust of air to knock your oppressors down. While they were getting their bearings, you pushed the stranger into a dead end alleyway.

"No. It's not!" You pushed a trashcan to reveal an opening in the brick wall. "Come on! Hurry!" Without needing further instruction, he crawled through the space and you followed suit. You continued running, but not before moving the trash can back where it was.

When the gang of men looked into the alleyway there was no one in sight. So they continued further and further from you.

The only sound that could be heard were the harsh breathes you and the stranger were making. You both lay on the floor of Cake My Day's kitchen.

The noise of hurried footsteps, clattering of silverware, and the door shutting caused Ms. Sherry to come in aggressively and ready to whack the intruder with her trusty frying pan. When she saw you laying on the floor with some man, she was ready to pounce.

"(Y/N)! Dear, are you alright?! Did this man hurt you?! Quickly! Call the police! I'll hold him off..." She narrowed her eyes ready to strike.

You quickly waved her off.

"It's okay Ms. Sherry. He is with me."

"Y-yeah. I'd never hurt the pretty lady who just saved my life!" He helped you up shaking your hand similar to the excitement of a tiger seal. "(Y/N) was it!? You are awesome! Thank you so much for saving my rear back there! My name is Bolin!"

You blushed when he said "Pretty lady," but shook your head.

"Y-yeah. Sure. Speaking of that...Who were those people chasing you?! Are you really part of a gang?! Did I get myself into trouble?!" You were shaking his shoulders, terrifed.

"Ack! No no no! I'm not part of a gang...anymore that is..." He trailed off quietly.

"What was that last part?" You inquired.

"N-Nothing! Um, actually the guys that were chasing me where the Equalists. They infiltrated the Pro-Bending Tournament and attacked us! Luckily Korra, (she's the Avatar and my fellow team mate), Mako, (That's my older brother), the police force, and myself fought bravely!" He paused for a moment. "...Aaand we lost, aaand they took away the Wolfbat's bending...and the Stadium was completely destoryed... sooo yeah that didn't turn out great. But I spotted one the equalists escaping so I followed him!" He leaned against the counter trying to be cool. "I mean, not to brag, buuut I'm a pretty great Earth Bender. Anyway, I was going to help the police arrest him so we could get more info on what their planning. Yeah I know, it's a decent plan...Except when his friends came to assist him...I fought as best I could, but they are strong. When I couldn't fight anymore they began to chase me. I thought I was a goner. But then you came and saved me! And you used your awesome Air bending powers to knock them down! Are you related to Tenzin? You must be since their family are the only ones that can use Airbending. He didn't mention having another daughter though? Oh! Also-"

"I'm sorry. Let me stop you right there!" You had to stop him from getting off track. Both you and Ms. Sherry were still processing his explanation. Luckily, you and Ms. Sherry didn't have a problem keeping up with his speech. He was rambling quite fast. Honestly, did he even breath between sentences? Still, your coworker Derrick had a habit of rambling all the time so you both had practice understanding fast speech.

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose.

"Let me get this straight. The people that were chasing you were not part of a gang. But some cult who wants to get rid of bending. And it's not just any run of the mill cult...It's the Equalists, correct?"

"Yup!"

"...What have I just gotten myself into..." You then started to freak out. "Oh my gosh!!! The freaking Equlaists!!! This-This is awful! what if they followed us home!?" You started hyperventilating. "What if they attack the bakery! What if-"

"Now now Dear. Let's not jump to what ifs. You know how you get. Let's just breath and calm down." Ms. Sherry knew you were an Airbender and why you hated it, so the thought of you being in trouble scared her. However, she had a feeling that this young man would protect you and teach you to love your bending. She just had a hunch and they were never wrong.

"Yeah! There is no need to worry! We lost them long before we got here! Thanks to your secret passageway, they didn't follow. Plus with your scarf covering your face and hair and your long jacket, they probably didn't see much to distinguish you!"

You had forgotten you were wearing this. It was a bit chilly out, but the main reason you wore these is so Ms. Sherry wouldn't recognize you and to hide the party supplies in your jacket. You were determined to suprise her.

"A-ah Yeah. That's true...Although, I should definitely trash these. That way they won't know who I am." You proceeded to do just that.

"Why are you wearing such clothes anyway darling? It is not that cold outside." Ms. Sherry questioned.

"A-ah!!! I-It's because I'm not feeling so well. Yeah! I went out to get some medicine. I didn't want to disturb your sleep." You hoped she'd buy it.

"Well why didn't you say so! I will get you some medicine to have you feeling better in no time. And Bolin why don't you try some sweets! I don't want you going back out tonight. It's dangerous if the Equalists are out there." Ms. Sherry was in her normal cheery mood. She was glad you both were safe.

"Oh, I don't want to impose! I can go back home and-"

"It's not a request. You ARE staying here. If you need to borrow the phone to call someone, it's right there." She pointed to the phone on the wall, staring Bolin dead in the eyes daring him to challenge her.

"Yes Ma'am." He scrambled to the phone to let his brother and Korra know he was fine.

You shook your head smiling. Honestly, once Ms. Sherry has her mind set on something there is no changing her mind.

While Ms. Sherry went to get medicine for your "illness," you went to heat up some leftover brownies you had made earlier that day.

"Wow that smells delicious! What is it!" Bolin peeked over your shoulder. He liked how friendly you and Ms. Sherry were. He'd feel really bad if something were to happen to either of you because of him. So he vowed to protect you.

"Thanks. It's my own recipe. I used to be such an awful Baker. But thanks to Ms. Sherry's skills, I'm better than ever!"

"Terrible baker and a terrible cook. I helped with that too." She winked at Bolin in a teasing manner after walking into the room.

"Unnecessary comment, Ms. Sherry." You pouted. She giggled. She gave you a small shot of disgusting medicine. You had to choke it down. You didn't want Ms. Sherry to know about your suprise. It'll all be worth it next week.

"By the way, were you able to contact someone to let then know you were okay?"

"Yup! My brother was relived to hear I'm okay. Thank you for taking me in for the night."

"Nonsense, Darling. I would never let such a sweetie like you get hurt or kidnapped or worse!" Everyone in the room knew how dangerous the Equalists were. They didn't want to find out what they would do to him.

The rest of the night passed by with no incidents. Bolin wanted to know more about you and you both stayed up late getting to know each other. The more you spoke, the more you realized how kind, brave, and funny Bolin was. You were glad you saved him.

Maybe he and his friends could bring down Amon...

"So since you're an Airbender, how are you related to Tenzin? I feel like if you were his daughter, we would've already met you. So you must be his niece, right?"

"Well...No. I'm not related to, er, Tenzin at all..." You looked away and fiddled with your hair.

"You're not? But I thought the only Airbenders were descendants of Avatar Aang?" Bolin tilted his head in confusion.

"Apparently not. Both my parents were non-benders...so I don't really know why I got my airbending...Not that it's really done anything for me. I wish I could get rid of it." You pulled your knees to your chest and hugged your legs, forlorn.

"What?! But you're an awesome airbender! Why wouldn't you want to use your bending?!"

You looked up at him and his concerned face. He is now the fourth person to know about your bending. Your parents rejected you because of it.

The only reason Ms. Sherry knew was because you had accidentally used your bending during a panic attack. She had to calm you down, but got hurt in the process. She had a permanent scar on her arm where you slashed her by accident. You had felt awful and cried while apologizing profusely. She cooed to you saying it was alright. When she held you, you ended up telling her everything.

Ms. Sherry hated your parents because of this. She began to raise you as her own after she found out you were living in a dumpster. She was the mom you never had.

Now here you were with a boy you just met. He knew about your bending. And he thought it was awesome. That's the first time anyone has told you that.

You couldn't stop the tears. You didn't want to cry and furiously began to wipe them. You tried to stop, but the more you held it in, the more you cried. This happens everytime you think about your bending or using it.

"H-hey! What's wrong?!" Bolin scrambled to you and rubbed your back. "Why...Why are you crying. Did I do something?"

"I don't understand...Why are you not running away? Why are you being so nice to me? I'm an airbender...Doesn't that freak you out?"

"Freak me out? Of course not! I happen to know 4 other Airbenders who are my friends. Why would that be freaky? I think its cool."

You stared at him with teary eyes and just began to bawl. You told him everything. You didn't know why, but something inside you just wanted to get it out.

You told him about your parents. You told them how they abused you and cursed you for your bending. They called you names and told you no one would ever be friends with you. You grew up to hate your bending. You had to teach yourself to control it, but even now you didn't have total control. You told him how you lived on the streets before Ms. Sherry took you in. How you ran away at such a young age and had to learn to fend for yourself.

You hated yourself.

You didn't realize that Bolin had wrapped his arms around you and held you tight. You were suprised when you felt tears on your back. When you pulled your hands from your face, you noticed that he was crying too.

"W-Why a-are y-you c-crying?" You could barely get the words out.

"B-Because you are! And because your parents treated you totally unfair! I-I think your bending is awesome and you shouldn't hate it! It makes you who you are! And you're, like, the coolest girl I've met!"

Mako had come to pick Bolin up the next morning. After last night, it felt like a huge weight had been lifted from your shoulders. You were grateful for Bolin and he had become a quick friend.

That made both of you cry more.

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"Thanks again for letting me stay here Ms. Sherry. (Y/N)."

"Of course! You're welcome anytime, Dear."

"I hope he didn't cause you any trouble. Thanks for looking out for him. (Y/N), was it?" Mako shook your hand.

"Yes that's me. I'm glad I helped him. Thank you for keeping me company, Bolin. Oh! I packed some sweets for you and your friends." You gave him a pink box full of assorted sweets.

"Wow!!! Thanks!!! These look amazing!!!" He happily wolfed down a chocolate donut.

As Bolin was getting into his brother's car, he paused and ran up to you.

"You should come with us to Air Temple Island! There you can meet other Airbenders and they can teach you more about your heritage! What do you say!"

"M-Meet the other Airbenders. I-I don't want to impose. Besides what if they don't like me?!"

"They'll looove you. I'm sure they'd be stocked to meet another airbender!" He gave you puppy eyes and a wide smile.

"It wouldn't hurt, (Y/N). It might be good for you." Ms. Sherry put a hand on your shoulder. You opened your mouth to say something, but she didn't let you start. "And don't worry about the bakery. Derick and Lillian will be here to help. Go have a day off." She gently pushed you into Bolin's chest, making you blush 50 shades of red.

"I-I s-suppose I could go. I have wondered what the island looks like..."

"Great!!! Come on!!!" Bolin pulled you into the car in glee. You had to admit, you were both Nervous and a little bit excited.

You couldn't explain it, but you had a feeling that things would get better. You looked at yours and Bolin's intertwined hands and your heart drummed in your chest.

Unbeknownst to you, Bolina's heart was also thumbing as well.

You felt as if you didn't need to be afraid. So you put your trust in this, not so stranger anymore, and walked foward. You knew that everything would be okay if he was by your side.

Maybe airbending wasn't so bad after all.

#legend of korra x reader #legend of korra #bolin x reader #lok bolin #mako and bolin #korra #asami

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candywife333 · 6 months

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You Can Have Him

chubby reader x idol (loaded) jungkook

Disclaimer: This character of Jungkook is not a representation of the real life Jungkook. Keep in mind this is all fiction.

Mini- series

(haven't decided on how many parts. I guess however many it takes me to get my thoughts across)

PART 2 of Only Here for Food

You know when your bladder just can't hold in the piss and it has to empty itself under just about any circumstance? Well that was me right now, as I sauntered into HYBE. I used the wonderful bathroom on the first floor and with a jolly grin on my face went to the cafe. Their desserts were simply exquisite. "One new york classic cheese cake with a boba tea please". I clapped my hands , giggling in glee as I saw all the other options I couldn't wait to try every time I visited the HYBE building.

I took my aesthetic picture of the desserts as the employee who handed me the food smiled at me. Happiness is contagious, just like the plague and that is the best part about it. Trudging over to the BTS waiting room , I saw my favorite super squishy couch and sat on it, ready to eat my dessert and some bibimbap with pork belly I had made for lunch today.

I kept all my food on the table, having brought an abundant amount for the guys as well. They may like it, and if they didn't I had so many neighbors I could just distribute the food to. I dove into the bibimbap, moaning as the flavors hit my tastebuds. This is truly what I lived for, fatty oily sweet and savory rice loaded with greasy meat, spiced vegetables, and fried egg. Taehyung walked in, clearly surprised at what I had brought and my presence. "Hey Y/N , what are you doing here? Jungkook is in the recording room".

I smiled, "Oh, I didn't come for Jungkook necessarily. I was just going to give him papers that my lawyer drew up in case I saw him around the building. I actually just came here to eat and brought some food with me in case you guys wanted to try any. Made it all early this morning after my mommy pilates class". I chewed loudly with fervor, "Why don't you also try some food? I made bibimbap, japchae with tiger shrimp, fish cake stew with sausages, and kimbap. It's all home made".

Taehyung reluctantly took his first bite, and then it was game over. He sat there eating the food with me as I showed him reruns of different series I was watching. I showed him how I was midway through death note and my plans to dress up as a Shinigami this halloween. I was also knitting a shinigami inspired scarf with apples laced all throughout. He chuckled and laughed with me.

The rest of the guys filtered in, behooved to see Taehyung get along so well with Y/N. They saw the abundance of food, and Jin was the first to serve himself a plate, exclaiming and gesticulating ,"So good Y/N, so good, you are truly a goddess. I was just missing home made food so much". The rest of the guys also decided to chow down, trying to steal the cheesecake from Y/n as she was slowly eating it, attempting to prolong the experience.

Jungkook walked in, sweaty and tired from recording his new track for a feature when he saw Y/n. His face contorted into disgust. What the hell was this girl doing here again? Wasn't setting up a child support plan after his unfortunately positive paternity test enough for her?

He loudly stomped in the room, slapping his doc martens against the ground. Y/N heard the noise and looked up to see him. "Hi JK, want to try some food? I just made it this morning. Took me two hours, but I wanted to bring a treat for all of you just in case. Was supposed to go on a picnic today with my boy toys but I thought I would feed you guys instead". Jungkook nodded his head with pure defiance and rage, till a singular word filtered through his brain, boy toys?!?!! He shrieked in a fury, "What the hell do you mean by boy toy women? What type of males are you frolicking with? Are you getting run through by every damn male out there?"

Y/N weakly smiled, "I mean, I wish I had the braveness to cavort with every handsome man I met. But I am just too scared of STDs you know. Trust me on this though JK, if STDs never existed, I would fuck my way through an entire fraternity. I have the stamina of a stallion". She proceeded to imitate a neighing of a horse, as the boys all tried not to choke, aspirate, and die on their food.

Y/n continued, "I just came here to talk to you about honoring the part of our agreement that talks about baby time twice a week. Twice a week I will be here so we can have our baby interaction time , so as a dad you can be close to the baby". Jungkook was ready to rip all his hair out of his head. What the hell was she talking about? Then he remembered the part of the contract which stipulated that he was supposed to meet her twice a week to interact with the baby as it was in the womb and for one year post partum.

"Just let me know once you are ready, and we will go into a private room so you can touch the baby directly-- you know skin to skin contact and all". The boys tried to not laugh openly at Jungkook as he stared at y/N horrified of her request. They all filtered out immediately. Namjoon stated somberly, "Jungkook you can use this room with Y/N, I will close the door so you and her can have private time with the Baby".

Jungkook timidly walked over to Y/n and sat next to her. She emanated the scent of fresh laundry and coconuts, very appealing and nothing that he had ever smelled on any of the girls he usually bedded. Y/n lifted up her dress and Jungkook was shell shocked to see red lacy panties stretched down due to a surprisingly round baby bump the size of a small melon. Her thighs were thick and glistening with moisture . He almost had the urge to bite her thighs. Wait, what the fuck, where was this thought coming from?!

Y/N lifted one eyebrow, "Aren't you going to touch the baby? Don't be scared by my pussy, don't worry, it won't bite. It will maintain its distance, it is well trained and domesticated". Jungkook's hands slightly trembled as he placed both of them on either side of her stomach. He felt the warmth of her silky skin radiating through his hands, as an unwarranted image of Y/N with his cum stuffed up her pussy and his cum sprayed all over her pregnant stomach ambushed him. He jolted away, hands moving away due to the sudden unbidden thought invading his mind, infiltrating his brain.

He asked softly with concern, "Is this normal for your stomach to be this big for two months?" Y/N cooly replied, "They are actually twins. I am preparing cribs and clothes for them. Double the work actually, but I can't wait". She giggled, nose scrunching up and mirth in her eyes. Jungkook saw how beautiful she was, for the first time since he consciously met her.

Y/N squealed out, "Ok now Mr Jungkook. Hands off the goodies. Visitation hours are over". She flipped down her dress as Jungkook now couldn't get the image of her ripe swollen stomach and panties out of his mind. She clouded his thoughts so quickly, no wonder he got her pregnant he mused to himself.

The members came back in as Y/N stared at her phone, watching death note on youtube with Jimin who snuggled up next to her. Jungkook felt a flash of envy thunder through his body as he saw the mother of his kids so close to Jimin. He shouldn't feel this way, but he did. A model named Jin Hee, from one of their previous photo shoots came over to Jungkook and sidled up to him.

Jin Hee held on to Jungkook's arm and started talking to him, flirting with him, as Y/N watched the scene unravel from the corner of her eye. She had great peripheral vision, took her vitamin A and carrot intake very seriously, thank you very much. As Jungkook sat down now, Jin Hee sat so close to him, she might as well be on his lap. Jin Hee was clearly trying to prod Y/N to breaking since the news had spread quickly about Jungkook's baby momma. Everybody knew who Y/N was in the HYBE building.

Jin Hee, a stereotypically thin model had been vying for Jungkook's attention for the longest time. She did not want to lose to a fat pregnant non celebrity baby momma. Y/N calmly put her phone down next to her, to the confusion of Jimin. In a calm voice that could slice a human's flesh with its sharpness, she drawled out firmly, eyes facing Jin Hee, "You can have him you know. I don't fight over community dick. If you want him, you can have him. You clinging to him like a baby koala is making you look desperate. I am not jealous of you in the least. My eyes are on a different prize, and Jungkook is not it. I eat leftovers usually, but if Jungkook was a left over, I would throw him in the trash".

#eventual smut #bts x reader #smut #angst #chubby reader #bts x plus size reader #jungkook x reader #curvy reader #eventual romance #chubby reader x jungkook #curvy reader x jungkook #plus size reader x jungkook #comedy #fanfic #bts #bts fanfic #bts x curvy reader #bts x chubby reader

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harrysmimi · 1 year

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Happy Birthday Daddy

Synopsis: One where Harry's daughter plans something special for his birthday, and ends up confessing anymore to things to his baby mama

CW: A butt load of Fluff and a pinch of angst.

More of my work

Harry was home, exhausted even on his break.

He's been taking care of little Alba whilst her Mummy is busy with work, also taking care of all the other house chores as his house keeper was on a vacation. He was still finding little pieces of confetti as he cleaned the house from Alba's birthday just last week they celebrated at his house. She turned three!

YN was there to pick up Alba on her home from work, she's usually got their daughter, especially when he's touring and all. But Alba is still her daddy's princess.

"Have a nice day with Mummy, okay Princess?" Harry kissed all over his little girls face, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yes!" Alba chirped, "we gonna eat cake!"

"Yeah, we're gonna eat loads of cake tomorrow." He chuckled and looked up at YN who was patiently waiting for them to be done with their goodbyes for the day.

YN had gotten off work early today, she wanted to spend a day with Alba as she felt too bad not being able to be with her since her birthday. Alba loves both her parents though she's too young to understand her parents are not typical pair of parents, like most of her friends' from nursery.

"You're gonna be there tomorrow?" Harry asked, still crouched with a wiggly toddler in his arms.

"Oh, I'll have to see. Not sure though." YN shrugged.

"Alright." Harry sighed, "what are you two upto today?"

"We're going to get our hair and nails done, then we'll go eat out go home and watch a movie, won't be Alba?" YN cooed looking at her daughter.

"Yes!" She clapped her tiny hands in excitement. "I wan'to get fwenges, Papa!"

"Yeah? You're gonna look so pretty with fringes baby." He beamed at his little one, "and you do need a little hair cut don't you?"

"Mhmm!" She nodded, "wess go Mummy!" She turned around to give her dad a little kiss on his mouth before running to put her shoes on.

Even though Harry doesn't mind outside shoes in his house she still carries the manners of not wearing dirty shoes inside. She knows it's very dirty and not hygienic. Such a smart little kid she is. Harry walked them out, strapped the little girl in her car seat whilst YN put all her stuff away in the booth.

"I'll drop her off at ten tomorrow." YN said.

"Okay, drive safe." He smiled watching her get in her car.

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Rest of the day Harry spent in his house, reading and making himself some lunch at home. He instantly missed Alba as she would tail around him and make a mess trying to help him cook, but she deserves to be with her Mummy as well.

He did kept getting loads of updates of her though, like she got her nails done in pink and gold, got her hair trimmed and her fringes cut like she had asked for.

"You're being so brave, Alba, I'm so proud of you." YN spoke in the video behind the camera as Alba got her hair washed.

He remembered YN telling him before her birthday they did went to get her hair cut but she got too overwhelmed and scared. Today she was being very brave. It was her second hair cut ever. It was a long video. The hair dresser asking YN if she's filming and her telling the man that she's sending the video Alba's dad and the hair dresser called him her husband on accident but she did not bother to correct him.

A few pictures of Alba making silly faces with a white towel wrapped around her head. She looked ditto like his mini version. The same eyes, same lips, same dimples, same nose, same way of posing for pictures, Same curly blonde hair which are slowly turning brown.

About half and hour later he got pictures of Alba's hair all styled with her natural curls dropping to her shoulders, her chubby cheeks looking more prominent with fringes framing her face.

More pictures of her messily eating a pizza and ice cream and sipping on what looks like strawberry milkshake. It was quite late so the updates stopped, he reckoned they both went back home. She was having a field day.

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On the other side, YN thought it would be a good idea to get Alba on the idea of making her dad a gift bag. He had strictly asked not to get him anything but he won't be able to say no if Alba is behind it all.

So they went to stores YN knew she could afford which was H&M, Alba picked a very pretty baby blue button down shirt for her dad. YN didn't know his pant size so they opted for a necklace instead, a little H and A and a heart charm on it. Alba wanted to add some socks to the bag as well. From the kids section she picked a tiny white cat stuffie with a pink nose and green buttoned eyes. A couple of hair clips YN picked out knowing he uses those.

"Mummy, I wan this pwease!" She found a little barbie RV for herself.

She did get a load of presents this year but YN couldn't get her much other than a cake and a few clothes so she plopped the toy in the cart. They also found Tiaras, Alba picked three one for each of them.

From the next store they picked out a pair of new Nike workout shoes, YN wanted to get him a pair as she had seen his old ones are holding onto it by threads. And they were off to craft store next where YN picked a shimmery paper bag and decorative tissue papers. And two cards.

He did the same for YN last year. They also picked his favorites chocolates and sweets from the bulk store.

Alba had a little tantrum wanting to go to Build-a-bear again even though she went just two days ago with her Aunty Gemma.

After getting dinner outside, both the girls went back home and Alba was off to bed in no time. She even skipped her nightly bath time she was that tired. Just as she was about ready to get Harry's gift bag ready after all the other house chores she got a call from him, he usually calls in before Alba's bed time to talk her to sleep.

"Hi," YN said.

"Hello," he chirped, "is Alba asleep?"

"Mhmm. She went straight to bed after we got back home." YN informed him.

"She must be really tired then." He said, "just wanted to talk to her before I headed out with me friends."

"Oh, yeah no, I think she's in deep sleep." She checked up on Alba who seemed to be in deep sleep. "Yep."

"Alright." He let out a sighed and hung up.

The next morning, YN got to preparing for breakfast. She knows Harry's gonna be hung over and she thought she'd make him some too knowing she has to make some for herself and their daughter food. After getting Alba ready they got to writing on the little cards.

"Mummy, hwelp me pwease?" Alba asked, she had a green Sharpie in her hand and she climbed up on her mum's lap.

"What do you wanna write for your Papa?" YN asked.

"Mmm," she looked up thinking with her pointer finger tapping onto her chin, "you are the bwest Papa, Alba love you soooo much!" She announced.

"Yeah? And do you also wanna write Happy Birthday on it?"

"Mhmm!" She nodded.

YN held her hand as they wrote the little message onto one side. The little girl wanted to make a little drawing for her dad on the other side. So she got to that. YN got a little card for him too so she wrote a little something onto it.

They placed all the things in the bag and his it all with decorative tissue before getting to make breakfast and head out.

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"Papa, I go' you gwifs!" Alba made a run towards her father as soon as she got to his place.

"You didn't had to my love!" Harry cooed already scooping the little girl in his arms. "You look so pretty in your new dress!"

Harry was still in his PJs, probably hung over, black basket ball shorts and a worn down gray t-shirt. His mug filled with his usual black coffee. He still uses the mug YN got him ages ago.

"Mummy, gimme bag!" She demanded as her dad carried her to the living room. She talks just like Harry, she had also picked up on his accent very much, well, it was meant to be really.

"That one's got breakfast in it, Alba," YN reminded her, "the one with the tissue paper."

"Oh!" She sounded and carried the bag with decorative tissue paper to her dad. "Happy birfday, Papa!"

"Aw thank you baby!" He cooed watching ber struggle to carry the bag twice her own size but he opted not to help her. She's an independent girl, and she'd throw a tantrum if he tried to help her.

"Open, open, open!"

"Okay, okay," he placed his empty coffee mug on the coffee table chuckling at her excitement, before he got to opening the bag, it was yellow sparkly bag with green tissue on it. The first thing he saw was card Alba wrote for him.

"Happy Birthday Daddy." He read the cover of the card and glanced at his daughter who was leaning onto his thigh looking at him in anticipation and adoration as he opened and read what's written inside. "You are the best Papa, Alba love you so much!!- you are the best daughter, I love you!"

"Love you!" She grinned, getting on her tippy toes she placed a tiny little kiss on his mouth. "Look, Alba draw a heart, an' a smiwey fo' you," she pointed out the little drawings, "this you, this Mumma an' Alba."

There was a stick figure drawings of her little family. She was also holding a balloon in the little painting. She even used gree for both their eyes and brown for her mum's. He liked it, there is so much a three year old can do.

"I really appreciate this baby, thank you." He gave her a little forehead kiss.

"Yo' welcome, Papa."

He got to the next thing, it was all the chocolates and sweets. And then he got to the necklaces and charms. "Oh, this is so pretty. I'm gonna wear this now." He put on the necklace.

"You look so pwetty." She squealed.

He even named his first Gucci collection after both of them. "HA HA HA" which stood for "Harry&Alba Harry&Alba Harry&Alba". Though no one knew he's got a daughter now, it was something he wanted to do for her. He even got little blazers made of her size so they could match for her birthday last week. He asked her to pick out the next thing.

"Papa, wear this too." Alba demanded picking out the blue shirt she picked for him.

"This is so nice, my little angel, thank you so much." He smiled at her and not before glancing at her mother who was sat at a distance on a love seat watching both of them. She probably took a few candid pictures and videos of them.

"That's all I could afford, hope you like it." YN said.

"No, this is so thoughtful of you." He smiled, "even though I told you I don't want anything, I really appreciate it. Thank you."

"Yo' welcome!" Alba chirped making her parents laugh, she had already gotten into the little bag of the sweets which her dad's.

"Papa this," Alba realised and fished out the Tiaras from the bag, "pwetty papa!" She celebrated after placing one her dad's head.

Harry laughed, "now your turn." He placed the pink one on her head to match her dress. She gave him a little twirl giggling loudly. Next Harry picked out the stuffed toy, he cooed.

"Her name is Alba as well." YN pointed out as Alba was not likely going to explain it to him the same way she did yesterday at the store, "she picked it out so you can take this Alba on tour with you always."

"Awe that's so sweet!" He chuckled, "what what's this?"

"I pway with this?" Alba asked.

"Of course, princess." Harry gabe the toy to her.

"Fank you." She grabbed the toy and ran to the play corner, leaving her dad to pick last two things.

"No, you didn't had to get me these!" Harry exclaimed. "These are very expensive YN."

"I know, Alba got those for you." She shrugged.

"But you paid for it."

"She did." YN pointed at the girl chowing down on vegan gummy bears busy with her wooden kitchen set. Harry knew it he won't get to eating any of those, so he didn't mind her eating his chocolates and sweets.

He just squinted his eyes at YN playfully as he picked out last two things in the bag, it was another card. This card just read Happy Birthday. He opened it to find a little note written on it in nice handwriting.

"Anyway, I need to get going now." YN announced before giving him a chance to speak up, "you can drop her off tonight whenever."

"You're not going to stay over for breakfast?" He seemed visibly upset.

"I've got to go to work today, took a half day."

"Would you want to come over for dinner then? Mum is coming over to help me later. Please, YN?" He asked.

"Okay, I'll see." She agreed, giving into his puppy face. The same puppy face she couldn't resist yesterday buying the Barbie RV toy.

"Alright. I'll see you tonight then." He smirked trying to hold back his excitement as he walked her to the doo after she was done bidding Alba bye.

YN's sound engineer, so she needs to work whenever the artists she's working with want to work. She's fairly new to the industry but her job is as demanding as Harry's.

That's how they both met. She was twenty when he was writing his first solo album. They became good friends. Up until about four years ago when they both drunkenly spent together, hence an angel named Alba was born.

Sure it did put a strain on their friendship. They were both joined to hip the first they met. Spent all their birthdays together, YN travelled a lot because of him. Especially during his first tour and his movie press.

YN started working in the studio after Alba was born as it was nearly impossible to travel when she was heavily pregnant and after with a fussy baby. Yeah, Alba was a fussy baby. YN was afraid to fly her to different timezones. And new shift to her job felt more zen to her, so it worked out all together.

It wasn't the pregnancy that put a strain on their friendship. It was when YN confessed him of her feelings. It wasn't that he didn't felt the same way, his work was way demanding and he wasn't ready for a relationship, even though he was thrown into fatherhood. There wasn't a doubt that Alba wasn't his. Harry knew YN never slept around with random more like he does or used to, but they still went withthe paternity test due to all the pressures she was put into. Especially by his rep and management team. Alba is indeed his. She's a clone of him.

They found out about the pregnancy way later when YN started showing and feeling Alba move inside her. It was way too late to take any actions. And none of them wanted to choose alternatives like foster care or adoption after she was born, especially when both of them were completely able to take care of the child.

It was hard to adjust to co-parenting but there was nothing they couldn't do together.

YN was so hurt, he said he wasn't ready for a relationship yet he went onto date someone else. Hence her distanced and stiff behaviour towards him. It wasn't easy for her to move on, especially when he's so nice and kind to her, especially when he tells her that he loves her but not in that way, or at least that's what he likes to think.

He's been trying to talk to her, feeling way too guilty. He wanted to sort things out with her because she tries to be nice to him for Alba and he doesn't want that. He wants his friend back.

They have had arguments with YN not wanting Alba around any of his girlfriend's, who clearly turn out to be toxic as time goes by. One even went as far as teaching Alba that she's her step mama, that was last straw for YN. She even threatened to get the lawyers involved if that kept happening.

YN's very protective of Alba, even though she hardly ever shows it.

Sighing he went back his daughter, had a little play with her after breakfast and she was off to her afternoon nap. Anne came over to help him with the dinner.

"Mum, do you think I am going wrong somewhere?" He asked, helping his mum by making the salad.

"Whatever for, love?" Anne cooed.

"With YN, she seems so closed off. We used fo be best friends. Even a year after Alba was born." He explained, "I know my ex-girlfriend did some shit which is no excusable. I just want to talk to her, some or the other excuse come up and she has to leave."

"I know." Anne nodded, "It was triggering for her, hearing what happened. I mean your girlfriend wanting Alba to call her Mama. You know she's had a rough time after giving birth. You just need to give her some time, it still takes a lot of time to get out of postpartum period. Your body heals up but you mind needs more time."

"Mhmm." He nodded, "I miss her, you know. I love her and I don't know how to tell her. I don't even know if she'll believe me." He placed the knife down seeing his vision get blurry with tears.

"Come here." Anne pulled him in for a bear hug. "It's okay, I'm sure she will come around."

Well, he cried on his birthday. It was a ritual.

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Like YN said, she made in time for dinner. Also because Gemma texted her.

YN's not that bad of a person to make someone sad or upset on their birthday. So she went.

She still found both of them wearing the tiaras. Alba apparently made him wear the shirt she got for him. She was being super hyper, apparently few of the chocolates had coffee in it and it was working on her. Instead of having a sugar crash she was running around.

"YN!" Gemma announced as soon as she got the door and embraced her in a big hug. "I've missed you so much!"

"I missed you too Gemma!" YN hugged her back. "How have you been?"

The girls got to talking and gossiping.

They got to dinner right away, and played a bunch of fun games including Alba until she fell asleep on her dad. Apparently both of them went to park earlier today so she was extra tired. She was lied in between both her parents watching Turning Red on top her mum, her head on YN's chest facing her dad.

"Oh she's asleep." Harry announced, quietly. YN looked down at her little one drooling over her shirt.

"I'll put her to bed." She announced getting up, she walked to her bedroom at her dad's house. Tucking her in bed, YN walked out to collect her things and leave.

"You're leavin'?" Harry asked watching her grab her stuff.

"Mhmm, she's asleep. You can drop her off at the nursery tomorrow before you leave." She shared, "I, I'll ask Anne or Gemma to pick her up later."

"Can I talk to you for a little bit first?" He asked, subtly gesturing her back to the living room, luckily it worked as concern took over her features.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I am completely fine, thank you." He smiled, "I'll make us some tea first."

"Uhh, Harry, I, I have an early morning tomorrow. I can't stay this long." YN stuttered hesitantly. Now Harry was the concerned one.

"You're working so much, is everything alright?" He sat on the next cushion, keeping a modest distance from her. "You look so tired as well."

"No, I'm fine." She shrugged, "what did you want to talk about?"

"Yeah..." He trailed off, "no, I just wanted to catch up. It's been a while since we had a proper chat, haven't we?" YN looked at him confusedly. Even before things happened, their friendship wasn't something where either of them had to keep up with one another. They could just pick up where they left.

"Now if you wanna keep these aside." He grabbed her bag and her jacket to place it down on the floor. "Come on, talk to me."

"You're making this awkward, what you want me talk about?" She scoffed confusedly.

"I don't know," he sighed in defeat, "About our little princess, I guess."

"She's fast asleep right now. Probably dreaming about cats." YN chuckled at her daughter's new found obsession.

"Yeah, today she was petting this feral cat in the neighborhood." Harry felt his confusion lift off his shoulders. "I was shocked at the cat let her pet it."

Today Alba had made a miracle by petting an animal which doesn't want human breathing around it. Even had a nice play time with it at the park.

"She's very rowdy." YN agreed.

"Isn't she!" Harry giggled, "she said that you got me a little birthday card too."

"Mhmm." She nodded, "did you read it?"

"I didn't actually, I'll read it later." He shared, "who you're working with these days?"

"Confidential."

"Hmmm, I see." He nodded, "look, 'm gonna get straight to point, why have you been acting like I'm a stranger to you?"

"I'm not," YN looked at him more confused, "I've just been so busy lately that's all."

"You sure?"

"Mhmm."

"Oh god!" He sighed running a heavy hand over his face and through his hair. "I'm so sorry."

"No, it's all good. I think even Alba thinks that way. I haven't been able to give her the time she deserves as well." YN shared, "it's all good."

"I'm sure it's not like that love. What are you talking about?"

"No, it's nothing really." She was so persistent on not telling him anything. The truth is, she's working extra time and she is very stressed lately.

First she came to London to study Medicine like her parents expected her to, she took out a huge students loan but ended up going to college for just one semester. That was when she got a few smaller projects to work on and met Jeffery, Harry's manager and they started to work together.

Her parents were furious when she told them she left college but it was only for a day or two, they're very supportive of her now in her career. YN was doing amazing, travelling and earning enough. She bought her parents a flat back home and all that good stuff. It was a different story when she told them she was pregnant. It took them long enough to wrap their heads around what really happened.

Recently she bought a new house for herself and her daughter. She could deal with the drunk college students who lived next to her at her old place. She just wanted her daughter to have a nice place to grow up at. Plus she wanted Alba to be closer to her father.

Paying the mortgage, her loans off was stressful enough that she was feeling guilty of not giving her daughter the one-on-one time. She basically got no one in London she can turn to, her parents live in a completely different country. Plus she haven't gotten out of her postpartum down period, and yes her daughter is three years old now.

"You can take the day off tomorrow?" Harry asked, "we can stay in and spend time with Alba together. I know you haven't been able to be with her that much. And you can also stay for a while, we can watch a movie together."

"Harry you're making me feel bad now I really can't take a day off I've got deadlines to meet I'm so sorry!" She rushed.

"It's alright, I get it, I get it." He said, "you want me to drive you back home, then? It's getting quite late." YN looked at her phone for time, it was already half past eleven. She'll only get four hours of sleep before she has to rush to the studio to finish up some work and then rush to the O2 arena to check in for a concert.

"I'll manage it, don't worry." She started looking for her car keys, she knew it made a thump when Harry snatched her stuff from her earlier.

Harry's heart was just a minute away from bursting out of his chest there. He still was lost as to how he should tell her or even bring up what he wants to talk about. He's simply too nervous and scared.

"Alright Harry, please text me when you've dropped Alba off to nursery." YN caught his attention once again as she was now ready to head out, busy fiddling with her bag.

"I love you." He said.

"Love you too." She said back.

Now it was a norm for both of them to say those words, platonically. YN has gotten over her feelings now and it doesn't really bother her anymore.

"No, I mean, I, I love you." His voice was soft but she could still hear him. He watched her stop doing whatever she was doing with her bag, probably trying to zip it up properly.

"What?"

"I love you." He repeated but earned just a sigh from her. "I, I know I shouldn't say it like this but I don't really know the proper way YN, really. But I've fallen in love with you, I always have been in love with you."

"Harry, this is mot the right time to talk about it!" Her shoulders slumped in defeat as she took three long strides towards him. It honestly intimidated him but he was surprised when she pulled him in a warm hug. Took him long enough to realise he was crying, probably why she hugged him. But he didn't miss the opportunity and hugged her back.

"You're so stupid, you know?" She mumbled, her fingers ran through hair on the back of his head.

"I know." He sniffled.

"Why are you crying!" She cooed.

"I don't know, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I've put you through such an emotional rollercoaster. I just didn't want to loose you as me best friend." He cried like Alba in the moment, "I'm so sorry!"

"Harry, don't cry please!" Her hand ran soothing circles on his back. "We can talk about it." She'd let him cry it out, like she does with Alba.

He's just a grown up version of Alba okay!

"You good now?" She enquired and just earned a nod from him as he still held onto her tight, "I know you're feeling big emotions but we can always talk about it, you know?"

He couldn't help but chuckle at that. She says the same thing to their daughter when she's overwhelmed or throwing a fit.

"Okay!" He agreed.

YN pulled away enough to look at him. "You know I called you stupid for a reason this time?"

"Yeah, the other times were for no reason at all. I get it, I get it." he still laughed to cut through this anxiety.

"Why are you telling me this now?"

"Just couldn't hold it in anymore." He shrugged, "was going to tell you after Alba was born, but I didn't know how you'd react. You've changed so much, it is a good change, but we don't travel together like we used to, you don't write and work with me anymore, we barely see each other. It's mum or Gemma bringing Alba to see me when I'm on tour. We don't see each other anymore, nor you talk to me anymore. Thought you hate me now."

YN's heart dropped to her stomach when he said that last thing. Yeah, she tends to hold grudges and be petty as fuck towards people who wrong her, vut she can't do that to him. She still loves him and will always love him, yes, she have dated a couple of people since Alba but it did not work out (she never have them meet her daughter ever). Yeah, he broke her heart by rejecting her. His feelings matter too, that time he did not felt the same. She's gotten over it. Though it became a norm when YN distanced herself, well, because she wanted space to clear out her mind. Now they're not joint to hip like they were used before. And it's okay.

But she'd never bring herself to hate him.

"I don't hate you, Harry!" YN cooed, "god, I did not know you felt that way. It's just that I've been working so much recently. It's not that I hate you, I could never. You're still my best friend, and now father of my first born."

"I thought it was because of what happened before Alba was born."

"Harry that was four years ago, five even. I've gotten over it really." YN explained, "I have always loved you. I could never, ever bring myself to hate."

"You still love me?" He asked, "if, if not then it's okay. I under—"

"I do." She interrupted him.

"You do?"

"Mhmm." YN nodded. Before she could say anything else his mouth was on hers, it did not take her long to give in though.

"I love you!" He kissed her again, "I love you!"

"I love you." YN chuckled softly, "but we need time, not going to jump into it all together."

"Not going to." He agreed. Because, let's be honest, it might or might not work out between two of them. But both of them are unspokenly ready to give it a chance.

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