#YES BABE please do bake off now PLEASE

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Class 1A boys being called pretty──☆*:・ﾟ

MHA + fem!reader

Established ! Relationships

Characters: Izuku, katsuki, Shoto, Tenya, Eijirou, Denki, Sero, Tokoyami, Aoyama, Ojiro, Sato, Shoji, Koji!

IZUKU~

“Hey pretty boy!” “Erm no. I prefer…handsome” “speak up!” “I said I prefer to be called handsome.” He grumbles “Well pretty Boy rolls off the tongue better so I’m sticking to it. Now get to class, pretty boy~” “but- I..- fine…thanks for the compliment…” he walks away mopey but flustered by the compliment. Later he says how he doesn’t mind you calling him that, but he’s stubborn so he mumbles while explaining that he doesn’t mind

KATSUKI~

“How’s your day pretty boy?” You sneak up in hun so he didn’t realize it was you “WHO SAID THAT? IM GUNNA K- oh” he turns around to see you with an unimpressed look “sorry…was that you who called me that?” “Uh yeah…?” “Hm. Whatever, I GUESS it’s fine.” Later he asks you to call him pretty again while cuddling after school but shhh don’t tell anyone-

SHOTO~

“Hey babe!” He was currently sitting in the lunch room alone waiting for you “hi y/n…” “youre looking very pretty today~ you almost sparkle” you joke “I sparkle? Is there glitter on me?” “No…it’s a joke. But you do look pretty!” “Oh…thank you love…” he whispers that last part since he’s somewhat caught off guard, he never really thought someone would call him attractive let alone pretty

TENYA~

Rarely do you see him without glasses so when he took them off to clean them you had to say something. “You’re really pretty…” “hm?” “You. You’re really pretty” his jaw drops along with his glasses. He picks them up and puts them back on before turning away from you to calm down “why would y/n say that, is it just because I’m her boyfriend or is it genuine?” He whispered “I can hear you pretty boy!” “AGH!”

EIJIROU~

“You’re kinda pretty…” You say holding your cheek “what?” “You’re kinda pretty.” “What no really…?” “Yeah really~” “ah jeez…thanks y/n…” it really made him feel better, like REALLY he wouldn’t leave you alone for the rest of the week. Through out the day you could hear him say “do it again!” “Please!!!” “Just call me pretty one more time?” But not in front of anyone! He can’t be caught being soft even though it’s obvious

DENKI~

“How was class pretty boy?” He just sits there with a dumb look at he thinks for a second “what?!” “How was your class?” “NO! The other thing.” “Pretty boy?” “Huehehehe yeah” he sits there biting his lip looking dumb “ok I’m never calling you that again.” “NO that’s NOT fair!” “Then stop being stupid.”

SERO~

“Aw Man cant You Call me anything else? Maybe dashing or something?” “Aw whyy? You don’t like being called pretty?” “Well…not in front of everyone, no.” He whispers “but I guess it’s ok…please call me that in private later…” “don’t worry I will!”

TOKOYAMI~

“You’re honestly kinda pretty…never really thought about it but you’re really majestic” he blinks a few times before responding “I literally have a bird head how is that pretty?” “Birds are really pretty…don’t you think?” You say softly “Uhm…yes some bird are very beautiful” you flash a smile “exactly” he closes his eyes and crosses his arms, once you look away he smiles

AOYAMA~

Dude he loves it?! “Hey pretty boy” “well I am quiet pretty aren’t I?” He winks “just take the compliment.” He pouts “fine…just say it again” “ugh…you’re very pretty..and sparkly” “you are the love of my life~!” He says with actual tears in his eyes

OJIRO~

“Why pretty?” “Why not?” “i guess you have a point” you nod, he starts to fiddle with his tail before speaking “you really think I’m attractive? Let alone pretty?” You scoff “hell yeah!” “Wow…thanks!” He hugs his tail with a dumb smile

SATO~

“You look reallyyy pretty when you’re focused on baking!” He looks away from the counter and over to you “what?” “You look pretty Sato!” He inhaled and gives you a wiggly smile “thanks y/n! I’ll make you some cookies too…” he says almost shyly

SHOJI~

He was changing his mask infront of you and you decided to speak up “you know all those scars look really pretty on you” “…w-what?” “You look pretty! With and without your mask” “uhm well..I uh- you know…thank you.” He lets his head fall in embarrassment, but also feeling confident after what you said. “Even prettier when you blush” “STOP”

KOJI~

“Hey pretty boy!” “*squeals*” end of story.

Jk; “hey pretty boy!” He looks over at you, before covering his face with his hands, letting out a whiny “stop,stop,stop…” “haha! I’m just trying to compliment you! You deserve it?” “*squealing noises* stop…” “why?” “He peaks his eye out of his hands “because…I can’t handle it…”

Hi….this ain’t proof read😋

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possibly based on real life events.

Wade Wilson is so in love, it must be sickening to everyone around him. 

In fact he knows it is and he does not care. He’ll say “look at this meme the love of my life sent me!” and the person who he shows will roll their eyes, as if you don’t have incredible taste in cat pictures. He’ll monologue constantly about how cute you are and how much he loves that scrunchy thing you do with your nose. He’s recited committed-to-memory facts about you so many times that his friends can parrot them too. 

“Yes, I know what their favourite film is, I know you took them to a special viewing of it for their birthday. It’s cute, Wade,” says Laura, patting him on the arm condescendingly. Well, it’s not his fault you’re so wonderful! There isn’t a single thing about you that’s not perfect. He’s constantly bowled over about just how much affection he can fit in his body for you. The other night he was going on about something stupid - he can’t even remember what now, maybe it was about the new Taco Bell menu? - and then realised you hadn’t interrupted him once to shut him up like most people would.

You’d looked over the top of your magazine at him when he’d pointed this out, brow cocked.

“Why would I want you to shut up? I like listening to you talk, Wade.”

Marry you. He’s going to marry you. Every day, then divorce you every day too so he can marry you again. 

You are probably too good for him. Most of his social circle thinks so. You’re patient and kind, when you’re not at your job - where you work at a charity adopting out senior animals, as if you could be any more of a fucking angel - you like to spend your time in his shitty little kitchen, baking desserts for him to get home to. He’ll find you getting Al to taste test for you and his apartment full of laughter and joy. 

Man, he’s definitely put on like, six pounds since the two of you started dating. He needs to be stronger in the face of your cupcakes. 

They are really fucking good though. 

He walks in that night with a plushie under his arm. It’s a cow. He remembers you mentioning offhand how cute you thought cows were, so he decided to grab the biggest one the toy store one the way home had just because he knows it’ll make you smile. You don’t need any more stuffed toys; you sleep with them all in the bed and they’re pushing him off the side at this point because of their sheer number but, well, he likes seeing you happy. 

And then he hears sobbing. 

“Sweetheart?” he asks, immediately panicked. Are you injured? Has someone come to hurt you - has he painted a target on your back because of his job? Bile fills his throat as he stumbles forward…

…and there you are, sitting in front of the TV, PlayStation controller in your lap as tears run down your face while the end of the game plays out. Wade has never felt such relief in his life, laughing as the ache of it is taken from his chest. You turn to him with wide, watery eyes. 

“Don’t you laugh at me, Wade Wilson!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But babe… are you crying at the end of Kingdom Hearts?”

“No!” you lie, trying to mop your face off with your sleeve. Then the music hits its crescendo from the crappy speakers and you start wailing all over again. 

He loves you. He’d kill a million billion people for you. It would take a hell of a long time but hey, one word and he’d do it. If anyone even lifted a finger to hurt you he’d execute them so thoroughly that every generation of their family would be wiped out of existence too. 

To put it in terms you’d approve of, he’d do anything for you. But he also knows you’d never ask him to. You’re just that wonderful. 

“… would it help if I got us take-out and you started playing the second one?”

“Uh-huh,” you manage to confirm. 

“I could be in this fucking game, beat Donald Duck’s little feathery ass. Disney, make it happen.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry about it. Pizza or Chinese?”

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I had an idea for claggor with a reader who is basically Gordon Ramsey. LMAO, I mean, she's like a 5 star michelin chef/baker type. She can make delicious meals out of scratch and cheap ingredients (maybe she works with Jericho, and that's how they met ???👀) your claggor work is so amazing. I'd love to see what you do with this!!

arcane imagines- claggor

my personal chef

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prompt: Claggor is helping you set up yours and Jericho’s new restaurant

“Clag, help!” You grit through your teeth as you were on a ladder, trying to hold up a heavy box that was slipping off of the shelf. “Babe!” You cry, his head pops up from underneath the counter as he was currently trying to fix an electrical problem. But seeing you in distress he automatically rushes to your side. 

“I told you to wait, [Name].” He frowns, holding the box so you can climb back down. He steps up, pushing the box back up. “I got impatient.” You sheepishly look away from him. He places his hands on his hips, towering over you. “Well, listen to me next time please.” He sighs, giving you a disappointed look to which you smile. “Sorry, babe.” You stand on your tiptoes and peck his lips. 

“Mhm, you’re going to not listen to me again so your sorry means nothing to me.” He heads back over to the counter, getting back to what he was doing. “Mm, you’re right.” You nod your head, eyeing that box with a hateful glare. 

The two of you were fixing up an old shop and turning it into a small restaurant. You used to work for Jericho and he’s branching his own business out. Since he trusts you he decided to make you a co-owner for this place. 

And here you are. You truly enjoyed working and cooking for Jericho. He practically took you under his wing. He showed you everything you knew. Then you learned your own tricks. Making food exciting and fun. You love it and so you took pride in now working for yourself and co-owning a place like this with Jericho. 

“You hungry?” You hum out to your boyfriend. Going to your walk-in fridge that barely had anything in it yet. “If you’re cooking.” Claggor responds, not looking over to you. “Well, it’s definitely not going to be you who’s cooking. You’ve burnt bread before.” You tease him as you pull out multiple ingredients. “Plus I want to make a few things off of the new menu, get your opinion.” You tell him. 

“First off, rude. You distracted me. Second, I’d love to share my opinion.” He points a finger at you, looking back to the cords that stuck out. He was trying to figure out how to place them back in the wall or tape them up so it wasn’t such a fire-hazard. “You’re obsessed with me, not my fault. And I knew you would. I love cooking for you.” You sing as you prep out the food along with the oven and stove. 

“You’re my girlfriend, of course I’m obsessed with you.” He rolls his eyes, muttering a small yes under his breath when he finally deciphers how to place the stupid bunch of wires. 

“Mm, if you say so.” You chuckle, beginning to chop up the vegetables on a small cutting board. “I’m missing a few things so if these don’t turn out good it’s not my fault.” You notified him, you were slightly disappointed because you wanted him to truly know the things that are going on the menu.

 “It’s okay, hun. I’ll probably still like it.” He stands up, walking up behind you, admiring you in your element. He loved watching you cook or bake. The focused expression that adorned your face, how natural it all looked on you. It made him happy that you had something so dear to you that’s also your career. 

“I feel your eyes burning me.” You comment, peering at him through your peripheral vision. He grins. “Sorry.” He snakes his hands onto your hips. Kissing the back of your head. You leaned back into him while still cutting up the food. The two of you didn’t hear the front door open, a large man entering and checking everything out. He sits on the counter stool, smacking the counter. “Ahem, I’d like to order!” His voice booms, startling the both of you. 

“Jericho!” The two of you announce and you laugh. “Too bad, old man. We ain’t open yet.” You “inform” him and he snickers. “No exception for the elderly?” 

“We hate the elderly.” You joke and he gasps, clutching his chest. “Wow. What a ruthless one you are. I’m starting to question my decision.” He says, causing the three of you to laugh. “I’m actually making some food off the new menu if you want to try it when I’m done?” You offer, showing off the cutting board behind you. 

He waves his hand. “No need, I just wanted to check in. Seems like everything is on track for opening day.” He sits proudly, and you nod your head. “Alrighty, it was nice seeing you!” You come out from the counter and pull him into an embrace. “You as well, little one.” He gruffs. “Can’t believe how grown you two are.” He breathes out, feeling sentimental at the sight of the two of you. He had been feeding Vander’s kids for years and you, he hired you at the young age of 13 since he was friends with your mother. You wanted a job to help out at home and he figured it couldn’t hurt to put you to work. Your mom hesitantly agreed to it and ever since the two of you have been as thick as thieves. 

It then led you to meet Claggor. The love of your life. He got to watch your whole love story unfold. 

“Crazy, I remember when [Named] gushed and fawned over you at 16 and now the two of you are practically married.” He dramatically says, purposely messing with you. You hit his arm with knitted eyebrows. “It was lovely seeing you, Jer. Don’t you think it’s time to go now?” You look down at you watch that graced your wrist and he cackles, hitting your back with such force. 

“Alright, alright. See the two of you later.” He smiles, looking over to Claggor who waves goodbye. “Nice seeing you, Jericho.” 

“You as well.” He huffs as he’s getting shoved out by you. “Get out of here.” You spat, slamming the door behind him, locking it as well. You huff, crossing your arms. Claggor smirks at you from behind the counter. Raising a brow your way to which you flip him off. “Don’t even.” You warn him, heading back over to the food. 

He puts his hands up in defense. “Wasn’t even going to say anything.” He denies it and you scoff. Not believing him. “I mean, you gushed over me at 16… who would want to talk about that.” He jokes and you let out a loud groan. “Shut up or you’re not eating my food!” You threaten. 

“Anything but that, your food is like a piece of heaven I don’t think I could live without.” He clasps his hands together, pretending to plead with your empty threat. You press your lips together trying not to smile. 

Claggor sits at one of the booths you had cleaned off for the both of you. He gently taps on the table as he waits for you like he was told to. You wanted to serve him the food the correct way. On a tray and everything as you come out. “I took a small bite, definitely not how it’s supposed to be but I think you’ll still enjoy it.” You tell him as you place the plates on the table. He gawks at how delicious everything looks. 

“Sure.” He tucks a napkin on the collar of his shirt. His mouth watering just by the sight of your food. You were always anxious about the things you cook or bake. Never having the right ingredients because honestly you couldn’t afford them. Nevertheless it always turns out amazing so Claggor never understood your fear. 

You plop on the booth across from him. Your gaze observing him as he takes his first bite. You gnaw on your bottom lip, nervous. He lets out a loud moan, adding emphasis on it. Sort of exaggerating his reaction but not really. 

“[Name], you’ve done it again. You literally can’t leave me.” He grabs your hand, looking sincerely in your eyes and your face heats up. “I don’t plan on leaving you but good to know I can’t specifically because of my cooking skills.��� You playfully roll your eyes, digging into the food as well. 

“You know that’s not the only reason… just the main one.” He takes another bite while squeezing your hand. “You’re stupid, Claggor.” You take your hand to your side as he makes kissy lips your way. 

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hi babe, how are you? i hope you're fine❤️. idk if you are accepting requests but i really would like to make one. I've been thinking about this a lot and, as I've been following and admiring your stories for a few years, I wanted it to come from you. You could do an imagine where Harry falls in love with a woman who has a very young daughter, around 5 years old. It took him a few months to meet her because Y/N knew that the little girl hadn't yet accepted her parents' breakup and that's why the last two attempts at dating had gone wrong, she had already given up trying until she met Harry. So he tries to win the little girl over from the beginning because he really likes Y/N and won't give up on her so easily. thank you in advance❤️

A/N: i haven't taken any requests in a long while, but i wanted to write something short but sweet so here we are!

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Sitting on the bottom of the stairs Harry can still hear Y/N’s soft murmur coming from Evie’s room, the bedtime story has been going on for over twenty minutes now, but he doesn’t mind the waiting. If it takes hours, he will still be here, waiting for Y/N to return and even if she asks him to leave, it would still be worth it, just to kiss her goodbye and head home. Any minute he gets to spend with her is worth the wait. 

Tonight has been special, something he’s been looking forward to since their second date when she told him she has a daughter. He still remembers how hesitant and closed-off he seemed when she talked about Evie, because she was scared of his reaction, that he would think of her differently just because she is a mother. 

But it didn’t change a thing. He just realized he had even more respect for her. 

It’s been three months since that conversation and he waited patiently for her to offer him to meet Evie, he wanted it to happen on her terms. Tonight was that time finally. 

He came over to her place and they baked cookies together and watched Frozen, Evie’s favorite movie. Harry came prepared, he brought her a gift and tried his best to win the little girl over, which happened quite fast. 

Or at least the moment he started singing Let It Go with her. 

Y/N has told him about her last two attempts at dating, it took her quite some time to build up the courage to meet new people after his divorce and it was especially hard for her, because Evie was just two at that time. She dated two guys, both of them turned her down because they couldn’t deal with her being a single mother. One of them didn’t even have the gut to tell her straight to her face, he just ghosted her. 

It angers Harry so much that she was treated this way, because she deserves the world. But at least now he gets to be the person to give her it all. 

He hears the door to Evie’s room open and close softly and a moment later she sits beside him on the stairs. Instantly, his arm comes around her figure, tugging her to his side. 

“Sorry it took so long.”

“Don’t apologize.” He places a kiss to the top of her head and his heart skips a beat when she snuggles even closer to him. 

They sit in comfortable silence and Harry knows she is probably overthinking everything that happened tonight, not in the right way.

“Evie is amazing,” he says.

“You think so?”

“Yes. Absolutely. Thank you for letting me get to know her.”

She lifts her head and looks him in the eyes, that’s when he sees the tears in hers. 

“So it’s not too much?” He takes her face in his hands and then kisses her gently.

“Nothing about you will ever be too much, Y/N.”

She sighs in relief, as if she’s been carrying a weight all along that’s been lifted off her shoulders. 

“Do you want to… stay the night?” she whispers against his lips. 

“I would love to.”

“Even if Evie will barge into my room around six in the morning probably?”

“Now I want to stay even more,” he chuckles lightly. 

***

Y/N wakes slowly and lazily, turning from one side to the other, her hand reaching out on the bed, looking for Harry, but she finds nothing, but the pillow he slept on. His absence wakes her more abruptly, searching for him with her eyes, but she sees no sight of him in the room. With a hammering heart she sits up and holds the sheets to her chest as her thoughts start racing, thinking about Harry sneaking out sometime in the middle of the night. 

Her throat starts to close up as she spirals into the thought of another failed dating attempt, but this one hurts so much more than the previous ones, she trusted him… she loved him… yet he left her. 

Then she hears Evie’s laughter, coming from downstairs. And another voice. 

Harry’s. 

She jumps out of bed and puts on her robe before rushing downstairs, finding her little girl in the kitchen with none other than Harry making… pancakes?

“Mommy!” Evie cheers when she sees her, jumping off the stool she uses to reach the counter. She runs up to Y/N and hugs her tightly.

“Hi Honey, what’s going on?” she asks, but the question is addressed more to Harry rather than to Evie.

“We’re making pancakes!” she answers with excitement. 

“I hope it’s okay,” Harry adds shyly, holding the spatula in his hand. “She came into the bedroom, but you didn’t wake up so I thought… I could let you rest a bit more while we make breakfast.”

It’s such a small gesture, but it’s been quite long since the last time someone did something for her. Being a single parent means doing everything herself and to be honest, her ex-husband wasn’t much of a help around the house in the last year or so in their marriage. 

This was Harry’s first time staying over and he already feels like part of their household. 

As Evie climbs back onto the stool and starts stirring the pancake mixture Y/N can’t stop herself from wrapping her arms around Harry’s waist and kissing him. 

“It’s… more than okay. It’s everything,” she whispers against his lips before stealing another quick kiss. 

They finish making breakfast and then eat together. Then Y/N sends Evie to the bathroom to clean herself up while she and Harry clean the table. 

“Listen, I don’t want you to feel like you have to–” she starts, but she is cut off quickly.

“Like I have to do all these extra things for you and Evie?” Harry asks with a tiny smirk as they start loading the washer. “First of all, I did nothing extra. This is pretty much the bare minimum, caring for others, sharing the tasks. This is what partners do.” She lets out an airy chuckle before he continues. “Second… I would do anything for you. And Evie as well. I know I just met her, but…” Taking a deep breath he straightens up and waits for Y/N to do the same. “I love you. Everything about you and everything that’s part of you and Evie is part of you. She is wonderful and I know you’re afraid I might see her as a burden which comes from your experiences with assholes, but it’s not happening with me. Alright?”

“You promise?” she asks in a whisper, tears dwelling in her eyes. He steps closer to her, taking her face between his palms. 

“Promise,” he answers and kisses her softly.

“By the way, I love you too,” she says with a small chuckle. “Yeah, I heard your L bomb.”

“I did drop the L bomb, yeah,” he grins and just when he is about to go in for another kiss Evie runs out to them.

“I’m done! What are we doing today? Harry, are you staying?” 

“Well, do you want me to stay?” he asks, smiling down at her.

“Yes!”

“Then,” he starts, turning his gaze back at Y/N. “Yes. I’m staying.”

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Milk & Honey | Lando Norris Instagram au

Lando Norris x fem! reader

* ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which Lando's girlfriend happens to be a baker (own a bakery too) and love snoopy?

author's note: Hiiii everyone. This is me trying my hand at smaus, and honestly? I had so much fun writing this sjshjs. Hopefully I'll be doing more of it in the future. Let me know what you all will like to see next, my requests are open. Thank you so much for reading<3

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❝ fuksumn, t. higgins. ❞  ‎ ‎ ┉  

‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀summary: competition keeps things interesting in your relationship. but when tee looks that good all the time, maybe losing isn't such a bad thing.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀author's note: WHERE ARE THE TEE FICS YALL, did i spend 45 mins looking for a tee pic for the header? yes. why? mind your business, i do in fact have another tee fic i'm working on bc someone gotta write for him and i guess it will be me 🙂‍↕️ day two of my no nut november series.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀warnings: smut, please do not interact with my work if you are under 18. language, established relationship, intentional use of aave in dialogue, "just the tip" trope, pretty tame otherwise.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀pairing: tee higgins x reader.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀word count: 2.9k.

"You know you not finna win that challenge," Tee teased, pausing his game to glance over at you. His fingers paused over the controller, a smug smirk playing on his lips.

You rolled your eyes, not looking up from the laptop in your lap. "Oh, really?" You replied, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "And what makes you so sure?"

Tee leaned in closer, his tall frame stretching over the couch's arm. "C'mon, babe," he said, his voice low and playful. "Look at us right now. You stressed out with that paper, and I'm just chillin' here. Ain't nobody hornier than you when you stressed."

You couldn't help but laugh. "Is that your strategy?" You looked at him, your eyes sparkling. "To make me so stressed that I can't help but beg for it?"

Tee shrugged, his grin widening. "It's just science, baby. Stress turns into other things, if you know what I mean."

You playfully pushed his face away in an attempt to hide the racing of your heart. You couldn't deny that the tension between you two was growing thicker by the minute.

"Alright, Mr. Science," you said, closing your laptop with a dramatic sigh. "Let's say I'm the one to crack first, what do you want from me?"

Tee's eyes lit up with mischief. "Oh, I'm thinking something sweet," he said, setting his controller aside. "Maybe I'll get you to bake me that apple pie you been promising me for weeks."

You rolled your eyes again, but this time with a playful smile. "A whole pie just because I can't keep my hands off you?" You scoffed. "Try again, Tee."

Tee sat up, his movements deliberate and slow, his eyes never leaving yours. "Or maybe," he began, leaning in closer, "I could get you to wear that tiny ass dress I like so much."

You felt a shiver run down your spine, your cheeks flushing as you thought of the dress in question. It was a dark green dress that hugged your curves in all the right places, one that had driven Tee wild the last time you wore it. "What dress?" you said, playing coy. "The one that barely covers my ass?"

Tee nodded, his gaze lingering on your lips. "You know the one," he said, his voice a low rumble. "The one that makes me want to tear that ass up every time I see it on you. If I win, you gotta wear it without anything extra."

Your heart skipped a beat. The challenge was on, and you were already plotting your revenge. You leaned back into the couch cushions, crossing your arms over your chest. "Fine," you said, raising an eyebrow. "But if I win, you gotta clean the whole house. Spotless."

Tee laughed, the sound rich and warm. "You think that's gon’ be enough to make me crack?" He leaned closer, your bodies touching. "I'm telling you, I got more self-control than anyone you know."

Your eyes narrowed playfully. "Is that right?" you said, your voice a sultry whisper. "Let's see what you made of."

The days ticked by, and the flirty banter grew more intense. Every time you walked by Tee, you would brush your hand against his thigh, feeling the heat of his skin through his sweatpants. Tee would return the favor, placing a kiss to the edge of your jawline as he passed, making your skin tingle with anticipation. You both would catch each other's glances across the room, your eyes holding for a beat too long, before one of you would look away, trying not to crack first.

One evening, as you sat at the kitchen counter with your laptop, Tee came up behind you, his hands resting on the counter to close you in. He kissed your neck gently, his breath hot against your skin. You swallowed hard, your fingers trembling as you typed. "You're playing dirty," you murmured, trying to keep your voice steady.

"Just a little taste, baby," Tee said, his teeth grazing your ear. "C'mon, don’t tell me you ‘ont want it."

Your resolve wavered. You could feel his solid form pressing against you, and it was getting increasingly harder to resist. You knew he was enjoying every second of this game, watching you squirm. "Tee, I'm tryna focus," you said, your voice betraying the desire coursing through your veins.

"Mm-hmm," Tee murmured, his kisses moving down your neck, sending a shiver through you. "But you know you want it." His voice was a soft caress, his breath a whisper.

Your grip tightened on your laptop, the heat from his body enveloping you. "I'm not gonna be the one to break," you insisted, your voice wavering. You could feel the warmth of his crotch against your backside, the evidence of his desire unmistakable.

"You sure about that?" Tee challenged, his hands sliding around to cup your breasts. He gently squeezed, his thumbs swirling over the soft nipples hidden underneath your shirt. You bit your lower lip to stifle a moan, your eyes squeezing shut. The sensation was almost too much to handle, your body begging for more.

"Tee..." you warned, your voice thick with need. You could feel the wetness pooling between your legs, your resolve slipping away like sand through your fingers. He knew exactly where to touch, and how to make your body sing.

Tee chuckled, the sound vibrating against your skin. "Come on, baby," he coaxed, his voice a sweet symphony of temptation. "Just a little bit. Let me fuck you right." He leaned in closer, his warm breath fanning across your face.

"Just the tip." You finally broke, your voice barely above a whisper. "Just to cool the tension."

Tee's smirk grew wider as he pulled back, his eyes gleaming with victory. "Is that right?" He stepped closer, his jeans tenting with his own need. "You want me to give you just a lil’ taste?"

You nodded, your eyes half-lidded with desire. "Just the tip," you repeated, your voice strained. "That's all."

Tee's hand trailed down your stomach, his fingers deftly unbuttoning your jeans. He slid them down just enough to expose the top of your panties. His own breathing grew heavier as he leaned in, his mouth so close to yours. "Just the tip, then," he whispered, his hot breath fanning your face.

With a swift motion, he pushed aside the material of your underwear and found your wetness with his fingertips. You gasped, your eyes snapping open to meet his. "This pussy's always so wet for me," he murmured with a hint of surprise in his voice. He slipped one finger inside, just a little, watching your reaction closely.

"No fair," you panted, your eyes fluttering shut again as Tee's finger slid in and out of you, teasing you with every stroke. You could feel the tension in your body coiling tighter with every passing second.

"Couch." You almost demanded, your voice trembling with the effort of holding back. Tee chuckled, the sound sending vibrations through your body as he stepped back, allowing you to get up. Your legs felt wobbly, but you managed to make your way over to the couch.

As you lay down, your heart racing, Tee followed, his movements more predatory than ever. He hovered above you, his eyes dark with desire, and you couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement. He slid off your jeans completely, leaving you in just your panties and shirt.

Your breath hitched as Tee slid in, just the tip as promised. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through your core. You bit your lip to keep from moaning too loudly, your eyes locked onto him as he began to move. The friction was maddening, so close to what you really wanted but not quite enough to satisfy.

"Tee," you whimpered, your body arching up to meet his.

He smirked down at you, his eyes filled with a mix of challenge and lust. "You sure about this?" He whispered, his voice thick with his own desire.

You hesitated, your eyes searching Tee's. The tension in the room was suffocating, the air heavy with need. You could feel your resolve slipping, the desire to give in to the challenge overwhelming. "A little more," you breathed, your voice barely audible.

Tee's smirk grew as he pushed in a little further, his movements deliberate and slow. Your eyes rolled back in your head, a soft moan escaping your lips. The feeling was a delicious temptation, but it was also torture, a sweet agony that made you want to scream. "That's it, baby," Tee murmured, his eyes never leaving yours. "Take it."

Your nails dug into the couch cushions as Tee began to move faster, his hips rolling in a rhythm that was just shy of satisfying. You could feel your orgasm building, the pressure growing with every stroke. "Come on, baby," he coaxed, his voice a seductive purr. "You know you want more."

Your eyes remained locked as he slid in deeper, his thickness filling you just enough to make your toes curl. Your breath came in shallow gasps, your body begging for release. "Fuck," you groaned, your resolve crumbling. "Okay, okay... more."

With a grin of victory, Tee leaned down, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss as he pushed all the way in, your moan muffled by his lips. You moved together, your bodies in perfect harmony, the challenge forgotten in the heat of the moment.

Your hands roamed underneath his shirt and up his back, your nails digging into his skin, urging him to go deeper, faster. Tee complied, his strokes becoming more intense, each one pushing you closer to the edge. Your kiss grew more frantic, your breaths mingling as your tongues danced together.

The room was filled with the sound of your muffled moans and the rhythmic slap of skin on skin. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in tight, your body writhing beneath him as he claimed you. You were both lost in the moment, the challenge nothing but a distant memory.

Tee's hand slipped under your shirt, his thumb brushing against your nipple, sending a shiver of pleasure through your body. You arched up, pushing your chest into his hand, your breath coming in ragged pants. He broke the kiss, his mouth moving to your neck, sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.

"Tee," you moaned, your hands tangling in his hair as he worked his magic. His teeth grazed your earlobe, sending an electric shock to your core. "I'm gonna come, baby," you panted, your voice trembling.

"Not yet," he murmured, his voice thick with his own desire. He pulled out almost entirely, leaving just the tip of his dick teasing you.

Your eyes flew open, your pupils dilated with passion. "Tee, you can't do this to me," you pleaded, your voice a desperate whine.

He chuckled against your neck, the vibrations sending another tremor through you. "But I can," he said, his voice filled with smug satisfaction. "And I will."

With every ounce of willpower you had, you pushed yourself up onto your elbows, one of your hands curling around the right side of his jaw. "Please, baby," you begged, your voice a breathy whisper. "I can't take it. You win."

Tee's eyes gleamed with mischief as he leaned in closer, his voice a low purr. "Are you giving in so soon?" He began to pull out completely, the tip of his dick slipping from your warmth.

Your eyes snapped open, your body taut with need. "Yes, Tee," you huffed, your pride wounded. "I'll wear that damn dress for you, just..."

You gasped as he slammed back into you, his dick filling you up completely. "Just don't stop," you whimpered, your voice a desperate plea as you fell back onto the couch.

Tee chuckled, the sound sending waves of pleasure through you. He leaned down, capturing your mouth in a rough kiss as he began to move again, his strokes deep and deliberate. Your legs tightened around him, your hips rising to meet every thrust. The pressure in your core grew, the anticipation of release building like a crescendo.

Tee's hand found yours, your fingers lacing together as he picked up the pace. "You so beautiful when you get like this," he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours. The love in his gaze only added to the intensity of the moment. "All mine," he whispered, his voice a declaration.

You felt a wave of emotion wash over you, the love and desire in Tee's words fueling your own passion. "Yes, baby," you whispered back, your eyes filled with longing. "Always. All yours."

"Fuck, baby," you groaned, your nails digging into his back as you felt yourself getting closer to the edge. His rhythm was unrelenting, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure through your body. Your eyes squeezed shut, your breath coming in short gasps as you tried to hold on, not wanting the feeling to end.

"Oh, you're so tight," Tee whispered in your ear, his breath hot and ragged. He could feel you tightening around him, your body begging for release. "You gon’ come for me, baby." His words were a promise, a demand, and a question all rolled into one.

"Gonna come all over this couch, baby girl," Tee murmured, his voice a dark promise that sent a fresh wave of heat through you. "Make a mess just for me." He swiveled his hips, hitting that spot deep inside you that had you panting and whimpering his name.

You could feel the orgasm building, a pressure that was almost painful in its intensity. "Tee, I can't," you gasped, your head shaking from side to side as another moan ripped through you. "Baby, it's too much."

"Nah, baby girl," Tee whispered, his eyes locked with yours. "You gotta take this dick, baby. Take it like the big girl I know you are." He leaned in closer, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "You wanted this dick so bad, now you gotta take it all."

Your bodies moved in perfect sync, the sound of your skin slapping together filling the room. Your breath hitched, your eyes rolling back as Tee's strokes grew more demanding. You could feel the orgasm approaching, no sense in stopping now. "Tee," you moaned out, your voice a desperate plea.

"Come for me, baby," he murmured, his own breathing growing more ragged. "Let it go." And with those words, you shattered, your body convulsing around Tee as you came, your moan echoing through the room. Tee groaned, the sight of your pleasure pushing him over the edge. He thrust into you one final time, his warmth flooding you as he reached his climax.

You both lay there, panting and tangled in each other's arms, the challenge a distant memory. Tee's chuckles rumbled against your skin as you swatted at him playfully. "You're so fucking evil," you accused, your voice filled with love and laughter.

"You love it," Tee countered, kissing your neck. "'Just the tip, Tee. Just a little more, Tee.'" He mimicked your earlier pleas, his voice teasing and full of laughter.

You couldn't help but laugh, your body still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm. "Shut up," you said, your voice muffled against his shoulder. "You just lucky you good at this."

Tee leaned back, grinning down at you. "Good?" He repeated. "Baby, I'm the fucking best, and you know it."

You couldn't argue with that. "Fine," you said, your voice a mix of defeat and satisfaction. "You win. But you still cleaning the house."

"You the one that lost, remember?" Tee chuckled, his chest rising and falling with each breath. He pulled out of you, a smug smile playing on his lips as he watched you struggle to sit up, your legs still weak.

You rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face was genuine. "Whatever, you agreed to it," you said, though the protest lacked any real bite.

Tee leaned back, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips, his chest rising and falling with each breath. He looked down at you, sprawled out on the couch, your lips swollen and your chest heaving. He couldn't resist the urge to lean down and kiss you again, his lips finding yours in a lazy, lingering press. "Mm, you taste so good," he murmured against your mouth.

Your eyes fluttered open, a satisfied smile playing on your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. "So do you," you whispered, your eyes searching his. The love in his gaze made your heart flutter.

Your fingers traced lazy patterns on Tee's back as you thought about the challenge. "You know," you began, your voice a lazy drawl, "I might have to make sure we never do that again."

Tee chuckled, his chest rumbling against yours. "Why's that?" He nibbled on your earlobe, making you squirm.

"Because you're too good at this," you said with a playful pout. "I'm never going to win anything against you."

Tee laughed, his deep chuckles sending a warm vibration through her. "Don't worry, baby," he said, his hand moving to cup your cheek. "I'll let you win at something."

You squinted your eyes as Tee fought back a laugh. "Nah, never mind," he gave in, retracting his hand and tickling your side. You squealed and giggled, trying to get away, but his grip was too firm, his touch too playful.

"Tee, stop!" you giggled, squirming under him. But your protests were weak, and your laughter only encouraged him more.

"Okay, okay," he said, his chuckles subsiding. "But you gotta admit, that was worth it." He leaned in, his mouth capturing yours in a sweet, tender kiss that made your heart swell.

Your eyes sparkled with mischief as you pulled away. "Maybe," you conceded, your voice light and playful. "But next time, I'm definitely winning."

"We'll see about that," Tee said, his eyes twinkling with a competitive glint.

[augustvandyne]

Hey! could you please right a natasha x wife r? Idk if you remember when the avengers have to take refuge and they have to go to clints house (he's reluctant bc he has a secret family only nat knows about)? well could you write it so it's actually nats family that no one knows about? and she's super reluctant to take them there

everyone's alive and no one knew she had a family (not even clint) and the timeline is SUPER wack bc plot twist, yelenas already there. the avengers are hurt nat didn't tell them and they're kinda mad too

nats wife doesn't like having them there bc it's her home and they're putting them all in more danger then they normally are in. the kids don't like them either bc they 'take their mom away' or something like that (but the kids adooore their aunt yelena)

this is super long I'm sorry but the idea has been plaguing my head and I feel like it would be fun to read about. thank you and have a great day!

hi! yes! don’t worry about it being too long, i’ll listen to and write whatever thoughts you have.

safehouse

You and Yelena were baking a cake when pack of Avengers came piling through the front door.

You were expecting Natasha later in the week, and alone. Not with the danger that is literally standing in your doorway.

That was the best part of this place, there was no danger. Nat left work at work, and when she came home all she focused on was her family—you, Yelena, and your two lovely children.

So you were definitely surprised, and not happy, to see the other five Avengers.

You walk further into the living room, and when Nat sees you, her face is immediately apologetic.

“Babe—“

“Who are all these people?” Yelena comes and stands beside you in the living room, staring up at all the men.

“This is Steve, Clint, Tony, Thor, and Bruce. They’re my friends,” Natasha shrugs.

“Uh, no, we’re not your friends now,” Clint crosses his arms with sass.

“They’re the Avengers,” You correct your wife. “And they shouldn’t be here.”

“Listen, I wasn’t going to even bring them here, but—“

“It’s our fault, ma’am,” Steve interrupted.

“Oh, here we go,” Tony throws his hands in the air.

“What?” Steve whines.

“First the language, and now the manners. Good god,” Tony rolls his eyes.

“Okay, take it elsewhere. More preferably, back to where you came from,” You fake smile, earning a glare from Nat.

“Where are the kids?” Nat asks, and you get the feeling she needs to talk. Alone.

“Upstairs in the playroom. Yelena, why don’t you take them outside to play on the swing set?” You ask sweetly.

“Ah, gotcha,” Yelena gave a look to Natasha that said, good luck.

The kids say hello to Nat, made faces at the men still in your living room, and then squealed with joy out the door because their mama is home.

You looked away from the door and back up at the Avengers once again. Nat softly grabs you by the arm and pulls your towards the other side of the living room.

“What are they doing here, Nat?” You lean closer, your foreheads slightly touching.

“I had no other choice,” Natasha’s raspy voice makes it hard not to forgive her.

You sigh and purse your lips.

“Really,” Nat insists. “If there was any other choice, I would have made it. We just got into a little trouble, and need to camp out for a few days.”

You made a vow not to ask what trouble she was in, so you kept your mouth shut when she says this.

“Okay. But if there’s even a little bit of damage to the house, they are paying for it,” You lift your head up and walk back towards the group, Natasha following close behind.

Nat glances your way, then back at the boys, “We can stay here. But only for a few days.”

“So this is where Lady Natasha goes every time she takes off,” Thor nods.

“Yes. A home we didn’t even know about?” Bruce shakes his head.

“I can’t believe you never told me,” Clint looks genuinely hurt when Nat looks at him. “I thought we were friends.”

“Yeah, what he said,” Tony puts his hand on his chest.

You roll your eyes and head back to the kitchen before the cake burns, letting your wife deal with her friends/fellow Avengers.

You finish the frosting Yelena had started, and ice the cake once it comes out of the oven. You then start on dinner. Something easy everyone can enjoy—pasta.

Dinner goes about as well as you thought it would.

Nat and the kids catch up. She just saw them a week or so ago, so there isn’t much to catch up, but you love watching Natasha play and talk with the kids.

You try not to laugh as the kids keep making faces at the guys.

Your daughter starts to kick Tony in the shin, to which him and your daughter start having a staring contest.

“Okay, what are you guys doing?” Nat asked.

“Your tiny agent keeps kicking me,” Tony says, never taking his eyes off the smaller girl.

“Okay she’s not an agent, and it’s probably because you take her mother away every chance you get,” You sighed with frustration. “Good she’s kicking you, maybe you’ll leave then.”

“Y/n—“

“I’m sorry,” You look at your wife. “I said it was okay, even though you’re putting us it more danger. But, I will try to be civil, but only for Natasha.”

“Thank you.”

Later in the night you had assigned everyone to places in the house to spend the night.

Yelena had volunteered to spend the night with the kids, so at least two people could bunk in there, and it was fine by you because the kids adored Yelena.

So two people slept in Yelena’s room, you had one in the living room, and two in the guest room downstairs.

“They are mad at me, you know?” Nat brushed through her hair.

“They’ll get over it. It’s a safe house,” You wrap your arms around her waist from behind. “You are supposed to keep it secret.”

“I know,” Nat turns so you two are face to face. “I love you, and thank you for letting us stay here. We’ll be out of her in two days, tops.”

“Good,” You plant a kiss on the side of Natasha’s mouth.

“But I might not be back for a while,” Nat cups your cheek in her hand.

“I had a feeling,” You look down.

“I’ll just have to make it up to you.”

“How about you start now?” You lift a brow and squeal as your wife picks you up and puts you on the bed.

Danger aside, you loved having your wife back in your arms, and you were granted with just that from this crazy mission.

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hiii, could you do the light forehead kisses with minghao or vernon? like really domestic and soft 🥺

Yess ofc love🌷[I'm so sorry for such a late response btw. Please read a/n in the end. Thank you♡]

🍪 Cookies and cream

Pairing: Vernon× gn reader[they are in an established relationship].

Genre: fluff, very domestic scenario, baking with Vernon basically.

Warnings: none. Word count:739

Note: you call Vernon by his first name Hansol. Also idk why I kept that title but okay 💀 .

"Nooo, you're supposed to coat them in flour, Hansol" you exclaimed as you saw him directly adding the blue berries in the cake batter.

"Uhh okay okay but why?" Vernon asked, nonchalantly.

"It's because of the batter. When you coat the blueberries with flour they automatically don't sink to the bottom of the baking pan." You explained while looking at him and continued "and when you add them to the batter and mix them lightly okay?"

"Yes ma'am!" he smiled. He bought extra flour in a bowl and coated the blueberries in flour. He looks very concentrated for someone who's assisting you to bake for the first time.

There wasn't really a special occasion to make Hansol some cookies and cake. In fact he loved any desserts made by you. But this time you were also going to send a batch of cookies to his family. So you asked for his help. Looking at how concentrated he is, with what you've instructed him to do made you happy. You took a glance at the clock. It was almost the time for the cookies to be done so you slid the cooking glove on to your hand and took them out of the oven. The delicious smell of chocolate and a sugary essence filled the kitchen. You set the pan on the table for the cookies to cool down. Hansol automatically left what he was doing and waddled back to you and hugged you from the back, settling his chin on your shoulder.

"Can I take some break please babe?" he murmured. His focus was still on the cookies.

"Hansol, honey I know your tricks. Just say that you want some cookies right now" you said nonchalantly as you pressed in the center of the cookies lightly. Nice and fully baked. You picked up the big ones.

"Wow, am I that obvious?" he questioned, his lips now pressed in a thin line,blinking at you as if in disbelief. You placed the big cookies on a plate.

"Yes and here's your cookies, the big ones because I knew you'd want some" you handed him the plate with a smile on your lips.

"Thank you babe" he said as he flashed his toothy smile at you.

"Mention not honey" you said.

Then you started searching for the jar in which you were supposed to store the cookies in.

"Hold on, where's the jar" you thought while going through the lower cupboards. After a little bit of searching you found it in the upper shelves. "This must be his doings" you thought as you sighed outta annoyance but then you saw two hands on either side trapping you to the kitchen counter. You turned around, the jar still in your hands and looked at Hansol. Your eyes meet his.

"I've put the blueberry batter in a different baking tray and put it in the oven, darling. The choco chip cookies were delicious" he said and smiled softly. You couldn't help but feel the blood rushing to your cheeks because of the pet name he just called you.

"Okay then what about my kisses?" you mumbled with a pout, your eyes looking down at the jar, breaking eye contact. It was silly how you wanted some kisses in the middle of all this mess in the kitchen but at the same time it still made sense why. He cradles your face with his hands, making you look at him. He can now take a good look at your blushy face. He slowly leaned in and placed his soft lips on your lips. A soft and warm kiss with a slight lingering essence of cookies on his lips. After breaking off from the kiss he pressed soft kisses on your forehead. It made your heart swell with a mushy feeling. He did take another look at your flushed face before removing his hands from your cheeks.

"Vernon quit staring like that" you whined and continued "and move aside babe, gonna store the cookies in this jar" you walked past him.

He followed you for a few steps and then said "by the way love it would be great if I can get another-" before he could finish the sentence you cut in stating "noo you're not getting any more cookies Vernon" you chuckled knowing the fact that you will end up giving him one more cookie while storing the cookies in jar.

A/n: yes I love baking so I was like why not write about this, baking with Vernon so yeah. I did proofread once lemme know if there's any mistake though.

I was very much emotionally exhausted about some things going on rn so that's why requests are closed. ALSO THANK YOU FOR 500+ FOLLOWERS 😭😭.

[shyneanon]

And here the UF Sans version of the thing I just wrote like two hours ago LOL. I was finally struck with inspiration after a looooong time. I love writing one-shots.

Anyways. Here’s UF Sans helping Reader get out of a bad situation by… Well, by being himself.

—

OK, that car was definitely following you.

At first, you had tried to tell yourself that you were being paranoid. You could be paranoid a lot of the time. But it had been a while and the car was still going at an unusually slow pace.

You’d known it would be a bad idea to go walking so close to sundown. It was dark now, and there was no one along the sidewalk anymore. But no, you hadn’t wanted to miss your exercise. Idiot. And you couldn’t even go to your car, because your car was in the shop. You had taken a rideshare here.

There was a small restaurant just up ahead, though. A local burger place.

Knowing this was probably a bad idea, you began booking it down the sidewalk. The car, of course, sped up, but to your surprise it didn’t speed up next to you so that someone could grab you and yank you inside. You thought just being close to the restaurant would be your saving grace, but when you started to run through the lot, you realized that it was almost entirely empty. There were only five or so cars. And no one outside.

Please tell me they’re not closed.

You ran up to the front door and grabbed the handle, but when you pulled, it was locked. Only then did you see the big sign in the door that said they’d had to close early today. There was a leak or something. You peeked through the windows, but saw no one. You ran to the side of the building and saw another door, but it was for employees only, and there was no window outside. You decided to try it to make sure, but it was also locked.

Oh my God, I’m going to die. Or worse.

You heard the sound of the front door opening and started. You turned the corner, half expecting to bump into the driver of the car, but the stranger stepping outside didn’t even seem to notice you were there. And ohhhh my gosh.

Yes, they were a monster, but that wasn’t the part that made you hesitate to approach them, even as the vehicle you were running from pulled up in front of the restaurant. The part that made you hesitate was… well, everything else.

The skeleton making his way out of the building was of a shorter stature, sure. But he did not look particularly friendly. Like a lot of other monsters, he was dressed entirely in red and black, and he had extremely sharp teeth, which at the moment were preoccupied biting down on some fries he had carried out of the store with him. From the way the light of the street lamps glinted off one of those teeth, you could tell it was probably made of gold. His large eye sockets had little pinpricks of red light in them. This guy had clearly been in no shortage of trouble. Maybe approaching him for help would just get you into an even more dangerous situation?

Screw it, I’m gonna die either way, right?

You ran for the skeleton and, without thinking, grabbed the hood of his jacket. He seemed surprised, and then turned to look at you with a scowl.

“The fuck’re you—“

“Hi sweetie,” you said in a happy tone, which startled him into silence. “I didn’t know you were here.”

He looked baffled.

In a whisper, you explained your half-baked plan: “There’s a car following me. Please, please pretend to be my boyfriend.” You figured boyfriend might freak out the driver more than a friend.

He glanced at the car, then nodded.

Thank you.

He then surprised you by wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer. Your face grew warm.

“Sorry babe,” he said, giving you a lazy smile. “Shoulda invited you.”

Now that you’d heard him say a full sentence, you realized he had a Brooklyn accent. “No, it’s OK. I don’t have to be around for everything you do.”

“Yeah?”

He wrapped his other arm around you and pulled you up against him. Shorter stature didn’t mean he was shorter than you— he was about your height. Hey.

“Well.”

He winked.

“I missed you,” he said quietly.

Uhhh. A part of you was thinking you’d made a huge mistake.

The other part of you was thinking you’d made the best decision of your life.

“Let’s get in my car, yeah?” Another wink. The winks were surprisingly charming. “We can drive somewhere nice and lonely.”

One of his hands moved to the small of your back.

“Get tah know each other better,” he said in a low voice.

OK, now you were trying to figure out if this was part of the act or if he was actually proposing the two of you have sex. Like an idiot, all you said was, “Uh.”

“That a yes?”

Nevermind, you now knew the question was serious. Trying to keep up the act, you said, “H… honey, you know I have work tomorrow.”

“Alright, babe.”

Phew.

“Where’s your car? I c’n walk you there.”

Oh.

“Um,” you said quietly, “I didn’t come here in a car.”

One of his eyebrows quirked up and he grinned wider. Those teeth really looked sharp.

“Oh?” he said.

You realized your face was on fire. “I… I can just call a rideshare.”

“But I’m your boyfriend,” he teased, waggling his eyebrows. You tried to glare at him, but the grin had become less predatory and more playful, and his tone of voice was kind of silly.

It was kind of cute.

You peered over his shoulder and saw that the car that had followed you was no longer there.

“The car’s gone,” you informed him.

“Yeah, I know. It’s been gone.”

What? Your face got hot and you glared. “Then why are you still holding me?”

“Cuz you’re cute.”

Your face got hotter, much to your chagrin. He tilted his head.

“What’s yer name, beautiful?”

One of his fingers trailed along your back as he asked. You wanted to pull away… kind of. You could feel yourself getting comfortable in your current position.

“What makes you think I’ll tell you?” you asked.

Another silly grin. “What, you’re not gonna tell yer boyfriend yer name?”

“Ahaha,” you said, trying to sound as sarcastic as possible. “Hilarious.”

A low chuckle. The baritone of his voice was… yeah, it was kind of attractive.

Trying to sound as reluctant as possible, you told him your name.

“Yeah?” he said. “Cute name.”

Your face got hot again. Ugh.

“Name’s Sans.”

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Who said I cared?”

His grin became devious again. “Yer face,” he said. “It’s real red, baby.

That just made it worse. “Well, maybe if you’d quit flirting with me it wouldn’t be.”

“Do you want me to quit?”

You glared, but you were less mad at him than you were at yourself. Because unfortunately… no, you did not want him to quit.

“C’mon baby,” he said. “Lemme take you home.”

“You mean my home, right?”

“Yeah.” A wink. “Unless you wanna stay at my place for the night. I’d like that.”

You were pretty sure this was all behavior that warranted a big slap across his cheek, but for some reason you found yourself really enjoying it. Seriously? This idiot?

“You can drive me home,” you said quietly.

“You sure?”

… Aw. That was actually kind of sweet. “Yeah.”

“Kay. Just making sure.”

What have I gotten myself into? was all you could think as he led you to his car. Now that he had let go of you, you realized he was still holding the box of French fries.

“You held onto those this whole time?” you said.

“What, you think I was gonna waste good fries? That’d just be stupid.”

He held one out to you.

“Want one?”

You just looked at him.

Then you snickered and took it.

At least as stupid as he was, he didn’t speed while driving or anything. In fact, your conversation wasn’t bad at all. He told you a little bit about himself, you told him a little bit about yourself. He made bad jokes. Apparently he was a fan of those. Despite his demeanor earlier, you realized throughout your interaction that he was really just a huge goofball.

It was a nice surprise.

When you got home (you really hoped letting him drive you home wasn’t a mistake), he grinned at you.

“Watch this,” he said.

And he disappeared from the driver’s seat. Just disappeared. You blinked, confused. There was a knocking on the window behind you, and you turned only to jump and let out a small yelp when you saw him standing right outside. He laughed a little as he opened the door.

“How the hell did you do that?” you asked.

“A magician never reveals his secrets,” he said with another wink. “B’sides, that wasn’t the weird part. The weird part is me being a gentleman an’ holdin’ the door open.”

You smiled as you got out. “You’re a dork.”

“Rude. I’m a bad boy.”

“Psh. You wish.”

He closed the door.

“Hey baby, ‘fore you go… can I kiss ya?”

No.

“OK,” was what came out of your mouth. It was accompanied by a small smile and everything.

You idiot.

His eyelights got really big in what was, quite frankly, an absolutely adorable expression. “Really?”

“Yeah, really.”

“Wow, lucky me.”

“Did you think I was gonna say no?”

A shrug. “Pretty much.”

Huh? “Then why did you ask?”

“Cuz I’m stupid,” he said proudly.

“You are stupid.”

“Guess you like stupid, then.”

Oh. He was probably right. Aw, man. You rolled your eyes.

“Now.”

Sans surprised you by getting ahold of your hips. His eyes had lidded.

“‘Bout that kiss.”

OK. It’s just a kiss. One, small kiss. That’s all he gets.

To your surprise, that was what he gave you. Sort of. His teeth pressed against your lips and you kissed back. It probably lasted a few moments longer than it should have, but he was the one who pulled away first.

“Was it that bad?” you joked.

“Nah, it was great. I just ain’t gonna try my luck too hard.”

A mischievous grin.

“Unless that wasn’t enough for you, sweetheart.”

Nope. You had the feeling if you started making out with him, you’d wind up in the backseat of his car. Seriously. This guy.

“Geez,” you said, “take me out to dinner first.”

“Well, I was gonna ask, but I guess the answer is yes.”

Wait, what. Your face got hotter than it already was. “Huh?”

“I wanna ask you on a date. Ya ever been to that burger joint before?”

You shook your head.

“Boy, you are missin’ out. Lemme take ya.” A wink. “Please.”

No. You are not going on a date with him. Your standards are not that low and OK who are you kidding you’re definitely going on a date with him.

He must have noticed you hadn’t said anything. “You worried?” A grin. “Don’t worry, babe. I’ll treat you right.”

“OK, OK, I get it, you’re smooth.”

His eyelights got big again. “Your words, dollface, not mine.”

“Whatever.”

He dug his phone out of his pocket.

“Number?” he asked, in a very adorable tone of voice.

You sighed, like it was a great inconvenience. “Fine.”

“Score,” he said as he handed his phone over. That made you blush. You hated it.

You put in your number and handed his phone back. “OK, dummy. There you go.”

He looked excited, like a kid who’d been handed candy. Crap, he’s cute.

“I’ll message you when I get home, yeah?”

“You’d better not be a weirdo when you message people,” you said.

“Excuse you, I am a very respectful, well-behaved boy.”

“Yeah right.”

He snickered.

“Alright,” he said, “I’ll be outta your hair now.”

“Good riddance,” you said, trying to hold back a smile.

“Mean.”

He surprised you with a kiss on the cheek.

“I miss ya already, sweetheart.”

You looked away, your face flushing.

“OK, that’s too cute. I gotta get outta here or I’ll just stay forever.”

You smiled.

He closed his car door and then disappeared. When you leaned down to look through the window, he was back in the driver’s seat. You gave him one last smile and wave, and he returned it with a very sincere expression. Then you stepped back, and he drove off.

Wow. You had the worst taste.

[dewdr0pz]

CAN I HAVE A HOT CHOCOLATE WITH MY POOKIE BOO SIRIUS?

Feed me mother 😼

(perhaps a few tickles or maybe not :3)

baby, it's cold outside *ੈ🎄✩‧₊

summary: your first night at Sirius's house during the holiday season <3

a/n: this is the first story for ficmas!! woohoo!! also thank you to my platonic wife @justzoeee for requesting this 🫶 (also here's the recipe to the cookies that the reader and Sirius make if anyone wants them, the only change is that they use the green and red M&Ms)

tags: @back-totheoldhouse @daemontargaryennn @o-kye @unbeleevable @mochamuff1n @prettysinners (this is me just guessing who would be interested in this, please let me know if you would like to be removed/added from the taglist!!)

word count:

warnings: reader's nervous, modern au (not a warning but a heads up), mentions of reader's family not being the best

You quickly walked up the stairs to Sirius's apartment level (why didn't they have a working elevator in the building?), your teeth chattering from the cold; if it was going to be so cold outside, why wasn't there at least snow?

You blew hot air into your clasped palms before knocking on the door. His festive wreath was on his door, completed with small jingle bells, pinecones, and a large red bow.

The door creaked open to reveal a beaming Sirius dressed in a Christmas sweater, joggers, and a mug of hot cocoa in his hand.

"Doll! Come in, come in," he ushered you inside, "you must be freezing." He set his mug down on the coffee table in front of the sofa before helping you take off your winter coat and scarf. "You look so cute bundled up like that, baby," he teased. He cupped your cheeks in his warm hands before wincing. "Merlin, baby, you're ice cold. You want hot cocoa?"

"Yes, please," you smiled. "And I was thinking..." You slid your hands on top of his. "We should bake cookies."

"I'm one step ahead of you," Sirius snapped his fingers and pulled you to the kitchen. On the counter were assorted ingredients for baking—flour, sugar, the likes of it—and an extra mug put to the side next to a packet of instant hot cocoa.

"Funny how you prepped all of this knowing that all you're going to do is eat the batter and look pretty," you teased, getting a bowl from the cupboard and organizing the ingredients in a more tidy manner.

"Is there something wrong with looking pretty, babe?" Sirius laughed, sitting in an empty space on the counter near you. "And I help with baking! I got the ingredients for you, didn't I?"

"Siri, you grabbed bread flour," you giggled, "and by the looks of what you're trying to make," you motioned at the open recipe on his phone, "you need brown sugar, not white." You grabbed what was needed from his cupboards and started adding ingredients, Sirius handing you what was needed.

"Sirius, stop eating the M&Ms!" you laughed, catching Sirius taking handfuls out of the bag. He smiled sheepishly and put the rest of the handful into the batter.

"Now I'll taste extra sweet when you kiss me," he teased, poking your side.

"I think you'll still taste like steamed cabbage," you playfully retorted.

Your head was resting on Sirius's lap as you were slowly dozing off, his fingers gently massaging your head. Home Alone was playing in the background.

"You awake, love?" Sirius chuckled quietly. "Maybe we should get you to bed."

"I should be heading home soon," you yawned. "It's getting late."

"Nooo," he whined playfully. "Baby, it's cold outside and you're tired."

"I don't want to bother you," you said nervously, looking up at him.

"You're not a bother," he shook his head. "What is a bother is the fact that you're not asleep right now in my pajamas in my bed."

"Don't you have work tomorrow?" you asked, sitting up a little to rest your head on his shoulder.

"I'll probably call in sick," he shrugged a shoulder. "It's too cold to drive anywhere."

"Are you sure I won't bother you?" you pressed.

"100%," he grinned. He lifted you up into a bridal style like it was nothing. "C'mon, let's get you to bed. I have tons of stuff planned for us tomorrow."

"Like what?" you asked, laughing when he dramatically dropped you on the bed and tossed his warm hoodie and pajama pants on your head.

"Decorating the tree, ice skating, making a gingerbread house..." he listed off.

"You sure we can do all of that in one day?" you chuckled, slipping off your clothes and sliding into his.

"If we can't, then I guess you'll have to keep coming over," he sighed in faux disappointment. "Such a shame. And you might even have to stay for Christmas."

"A tragedy indeed," you giggled, tucking yourself in under the covers and curling up next to Sirius.

"Do you want to stay for Christmas?" he asked softly. "We can bring some of your stuff over so that you can stay."

"Better than spending Christmas with my family," you sighed. "Staying with you's better than listening to my relatives tell me about how I'm a failure in life."

"Well, they can kiss my ass," Sirius teased. "I'm stealing you away and they can't do shit."

"Sounds perfect," you grinned.

[cinnamon-piastri]

Christmas cookies and kinder bars | Lando Norris

A shorter little blurb about Lando Norris for day 2 of my Christmas fics, I was running sort of behind today but I still had fun writing a whole thing about Lando based on watching him eat kinder on stream 🤣

Summary: You ask him to get you one thing from the supermarket

Warnings: None 🧡

"Oh no how am I supposed to make Christmas cookies now!" You shouted out from the kitchen as you were kneeling on the counter and digging through the cupboards desperately searching for the cinnamon.

Not long after, Lando came walking out to find out what the crisis was. "What is it babe what can't you find?" He asked with a chuckle struggling to take the situation seriously, as the image of you trying to reach the top cupboard was too entertaining.

"I thought I had cinnamon in here somewhere but I can't find it, and I can't make my cookies without it" you said with a pout as you got off the counter and faced your boyfriend.

"Do they need cinnamon?" Lando asked as if he was seriously suggesting you just skip the cinnamon. "Yes of course if they don't have cinnamon then they're just plain cookies and I can't take those to the work christmas party tomorrow" you said in a panic as your boyfriend approached you.

Lando slowly pulled you in for a hug shushing you. "It'll be fine, do you need me to go get you some?" He asked you with a smile.

"Yes please it's very important" you said as you put on your best puppy dog eyes to try and convince him. He simply laughed "alright I'm here to save the day, I'll grab you some cinnamon little lady don't you worry" he said with a proud expression.

"Thank you so much babe you're my hero" you said as you kissed him on the nose. "Hang tight baby I'll be right back!" He assured you as he grabbed his wallet and headed out of your shared apartment.

He arrived quite some time later with several shopping bags full of various snacks and treats. "Lando what is this?" You asked him almost shocked.

He smiled widely as he placed the bags down. "I got us a few extra bits while I was there, I got your favourite tea, those little chocolate biscuits you like to dip in it before bed, did you know they actually sell kinder Buenos in there!" he said holding up the box with an accomplished expression. "That's more than a few extras babe that's a whole cupboard" you said with a chuckle.

"Did you even get what I sent you for?" You asked genuinely before he nodded in response. "Yeah! It's in here somewhere....." He said sheepishly as he glanced down at the bags trying to remember which one it was in. You simply chuckled and pulled him down for a kiss. "I love you" he smiled widely at you. "I love you too babe, now let's get those cookies baking so we can relax with a hot chocolate".

[mumifyy]

Can I please request a Vox x Angel Female Reader?

Who just took Vox's Heart(Not literally ofcourse) with just a simple smile and wave

A/N: Ooo this is so cute 😭🙏 // also this is not proof-read!

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VOX x ANGEL!F!READER

HEADCANNONS 💙

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Originally, you had died giving away your life for your sickly mother and ended up in heaven.

Only months had passed when you were in Heaven until you were wrongly sent to hell cause someone had framed you.

You didn’t loose your halo nor wings so you had to hide them which was hard but you managed

While looking for a job in hell to actually live, you came across Vox walking down the opposite side of you

You didn’t really know who he was all you knew is that he was famous considering all of the paparazzi following him around (he’s enjoying tf outta it)

Vox’s face was stoic so you did your usual smile and wave and walked past him to be on your way

Unlike the paparazzi, Vox noticed your sweet smile and looked shocked, looking down at the paparazzi and shooing them away angrily before looking at your now disappeared figure.

He was bummed of course but brushed it off as a fan girl

Except he thought about you every once in a while

How could anybody IN HELL smile and wave????

He only saw that on earth?

That’s when he started to look for you on the cameras

Everytime he saw you in the cameras he blushed like crazy

Vox wondered why such an angelic person like you ended up in hell

So when you came into his building asking for work he instantly put you as his personal assistant

You barely worked only just getting him coffee and staying by his side

You didn’t mind working like that for a shit ton of cash coming your way

Not like you needed it badly

But you enjoyed it

You soon came to love being around him

You knew he was dangerous but you didn’t care

After a while you guys started going on outings

He paid for everything and was an absolute gentleman for you

But in the inside was gushing over how pretty you looked in your sundress

After a a couple months or so he starting to court you

Giving you flowers and more hugs then usual

And finally after a week of him doing this

He asked you out and you both had a great time

Soon also asking you to be his girlfriend

You said yes ofc (I hope so cause why you reading this if no 🤨)

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General head cannons lols

Vox definitely flirts with you behind doors

And in public

Gives you flowers every now and then

Whenever he’s working, you’ll just come in there and give him your cookies you had just baked and give him a kiss and leave

You wouldn’t even be able to cause now your on his lap feeding him the cookies you made

He LOVES making you flustered

Definitely smacks your ass just randomly

Will sometimes just kiss you on the cheeks and gush over you

*ssmooochhhh*

“Jesus fuck babe I love you I can’t even get enough of you”

LOVES spooning you

Tells you he hates it when you dot on him but loves it secretly and you know it

Definitely sleeps with the ‘V’ logo on his screen like the DVD thingy

THISSSS ^^^

Whenever your on your period he’ll cancel most the stuff he has to do for work and comfort you the best he can

WILL invite you to some podcasts

And will show you off like

“This is my girlfriend, the best girlfriend, the most BEAUTIFUL girlfriend, and I love her.”

“and y’all can’t have her.”

“Losers”

While sometimes bury his face in your chest after a long day

Is an ass man 🙏

He’s prolly both actually Ngl..

More of an ass man though :P

Will do skincare with you (he was forced)

“Babe what’s the point of doing this when my head is a TV???”

“Oh yeah…. I forgot about that”

“Doofus”

“I’m gonna change your channel-“

You: *puts on any kind of chapstick or lip product*

Vox: “what’s the flavor?”

Before you can even answer he kisses you

Vox: “mmmm Vanilla”

He loves Vanilla and coffee

Or lavender

If you where any perfume like it he’ll just *SNNNNIIIIIIIFFFFFFF*

“Mm.. you smell” *sniffs your neck* “so good what are you wearing??”

WILL spoil tf outta you

Like YOU HAVE ENOUGH MAKEUP JESUS

Loves when you make any kind of handmade gift

It’s better than any kind of store bought gift

Like the TikTok’s of the handmade cards of just TONS of reasons why you love him

He would gush and hug you <3

[harrywavycurly]

I’d enjoy some SC convos just what they talk about when they hang out?🩷

Hiii babes!!! I hope you enjoy these random convos between Harry and his Southern Girl, also one of them is a phone convo so hope that’s okay!💖

-find all things Southern Comfort here✨

A/N: There’s one conversation in here as a Texan I know will spark some controversy if you’re from the south and that’s which brand of tea you use to make your sweet tea with😂 my family is a Lipton tea family so..I’m sorry but so are you in this universe✨

“You hate it.” “What? No honey..it’s cute…really..thank you.” “That’s code for you think it’s hideous..” “No…it’s code for I think it’s cute that you saw a mug that says something about Texas and you immediately bought it for me.” “But…do you actually like it?” “I do…and it’s true…you shouldn’t mess with Texas women.” “You swear you like it? We can go return it and get one-” “Are you always like this when you give someone a gift?” “No…just with you.”

“Harry Edward are you sitting on my bed with your shoes on? How did you even get this far in my house with them on your feet? You become my boyfriend and forget the rules all of a sudden?” “Oh shit I’m sorry..fuck sorry I didn’t…damn it…oh god-” “Lord sugar just go to the front door and start fresh okay? You look as scared as a sheep in a room full of wolves.” “I just… I don’t…I’m sorry-” “Harry take a deep breath honey it’s okay…just go take your shoes off and watch that mouth of yours…you may be in the bedroom but there’s a time for such talk and now ain’t the time.” “Right…yeah…yeah okay I’m uh….what..what am I doing?” “Putting your shoes by the front door.” “Yes..yeah I’ll be right back.” “You’re so precious when you’re flustered.”

“Baby I’m telling you there’s nothing on this aisle that says…iced tea?” “Harry I told you it’s not going to say iced tea…I use regular tea bags to make sweet tea.” “Really? But it’s over ice?” “I don’t have time to explain how to make sweet tea to you right now honey but can you just grab the one I asked you for please?” “Okay…it’s the red one right?” “Red? No..it’s yellow.” “Yellow? Are you sure?” “Am I sure? Harry I’ve been making sweet tea since I was five yes I’m sure…if you try to bring that red box of Luzianne tea into my house I will-” “Okay okay I got the yellow one…uh Lipton? Is..that’s the name of it?” “Perfect…don’t forget the sugar and the-” “lemons…I won’t forget love don’t worry.” “Oh I’m worried sugar…but okay I’ll see you when you get here…tell Kathy hello for me.” “Will do sweetheart.”

“You’re staring.” “Is that a problem?” “I can’t bake when someone is staring at me the whole time sugar…now be a good helper and tell me how much milk?” “Uh..half a cup.” “Thank you…oh so how was your day off yesterday? Did you try that hot yoga class you told me about?” “I did…it was good…I don’t think you would’ve enjoyed it.” “Well yeah honey…I told you I wouldn’t like it.” “It was hard but..it was fun..just a bit more uhm..intense than the classes you’re used to.” “I’m a proud yoga newbie…I mainly go just to watch you do the weird poses that let me see all your tattoos you keep hidden from me…because they make your little short shorts roll up your thighs or your shirts to ride up.” “Uh..uhm…what?” “Yeah..like those fern leaf things…oh yeah…I snuck me a good long peak at them the other day during our beach yoga class when you were doing that downward dog pose thing.” “You did?” “Well yeah? What are you the only one who’s allowed to stare?” “No no…feel free to stare at me all you want baby.” “Thanks…now what’s next? How much sugar?” “Uh..sorry what are we making again?” “Lord honey…don’t make me kick you out of the kitchen…again.”

[foryoufics]

Fake Flowers ch4

Authors Note: just thankyou for the love, I've blabbered enough....for now lol. This chapter is going to be YNs back story

Taglist: @livingformintyoongi

Warnings: angst, drama, cussing, adult themes, toxic relationships (romantic and sibling), infidelity but it's honestly fair, child dealing with confusing and harmful dynamics, uhm mommy issues/parental issues, YN is just all kinds of confused but she is trying to heal, drowning!, sleep paralysis, sleep walking, nightmares

"Hey~, thanks for coming beautiful," you watch your dad lean on and hug the lady you are told is your 'Auntie', she's your parent's friend and that was respectful. He leans in to hug her, placing his hand very low on her back and presses his cheek to hers

"Your face is all scratchy, shave. Get off of me." Your auntie pushes him off with her hand on his shoulder

"Come on~, you know how I feel about you.....you didn't have to come looking so pretty," your dad chuckles

"I've told you, no. I'm not that kind of woman. Where is she?"

"Shit~, you're going to be the death of me woman," he chuckles and points to you at the kitchen table coloring, "one day woman, one day"

"Ahuh," she rolls her eyes and comes over to you practically running with her arms out spread for a hug

"Auntie!!" You run to meet her and she scoops you up and holds you on her hip, spinning while you giggle and hold her

"Thanks for coming by," Your mother walks into the room carrying cookies she had baked, followed by your older sisters bursting in and swarming her and your dad and jumping up and down for cookies which your parents happily give them a long with your mother kissing each of their noses. You giggle watching them enjoy the cookies and enjoy your dad's company during their visit. You were the youngest but you understood that they only got to see him every other weekend and you lived there.

"May I have a cookie too?" You ask your mother

"No, I made these for my big girls baby, I don't see them often," she kisses your eldest sisters head and gives them both a squeeze, "my girls~~"

"Let baby have a cookie, it's her birthday anyway," your auntie holds your face and speaks up

"Yeah babe, let her have one," your dad steps in

"She doesn't need it. I'm her mother, I said no"

"You're such a bitch....," your dad trys to take you from your aunt but you cling to her neck, your cheek pressed to hers, "I've got her," she assures him and he nods and grabs a cookie and makes it small enough for you to finish. He knew you wouldn't eat a whole big one.

"Thankyou," you happily enjoy it, "it's very yummy"

"Yeah?" He messes your hair before your sisters take his attention away again

"It was nice of you to come over for her birthday," your mom strikes up chatting with your auntie as she sits with you on her lap, her arms around you and you lay your head on her shoulder and enjoy your treat

"I wouldn't miss it, she's my baby," Your auntie looks at you and rubs her nose on yours

"I think you and her dad are her favorite people...."

"Am I your favorite agi?" She laughs and asks you and you nod, earning a playful messy kiss on the cheeks, "I brought you something, it's your favorite color," she shows you a gift bag. "Blue!!" You light up and you sit straight so you can have it

"I've told you YN, blue is for boys. Pink is for girls"

"I don't like pink momma...," you pout

"You never listen to me, your daddy lets you do whatever you want. I'm your mother, I know what's right"

"She just said she doesn't like pink," your auntie retorts, "let the baby just have a favorite color, yeah? Want to open it now baby?"

"Yes please," you nod. "Wipe your hands first, we don't crumbs all over it," she reaches for napkins on the table and helps you wipe your hands. "All clean? Let's see," you hold up your hands. "Is it clothes?" You ask sounding disappointed. "Yes, it's clothes," she laughs saying your mom will hear them leans to whisper in your ear, "but you will like it," she rubs your side. "Okay," you sound unsure, you didn't like the clothes you always had to wear; they were itchy and uncomfortable and you couldn't play in them. You take the paper from the bag and begin reaching in. "How do you say Auntie?" You ask her as you're obtaining the gift

"How do you say Auntie?" She giggles, "You say Eomma," you don't see her and your mother exchange eye contact as you're on her lap and your back is to her

"Eomma?"

"Yes, good job agi," she helps you find the gift as your dad comes back and again places his hand on the small of her back and stands by her

"What is it babygirl?"

You are pleasantly thrilled to see that it isn't another itchy dress, it's a pair of denim overalls, "it's blue!! It's blue!! It's not itchy!!" You jump and she and your dad hold you. He picks you up and sits you on the ground, "go put it on," you waste no time scampering off to your room to do so. "Help!" You call for someone

"What is it!?" Your sister calls out

"I needs help!! Please!!"

"UGGGGHH! With what?!"

"I cants do it!" You were trying your best to put on your new outfit but you didn't understand the button piece that slid and you were struggling and getting frustrated, sometimes little things upset you and made you angry and you didn't understand why but your dad and Eomma were patient

"CAN'T DO WHAT!?" she calls back only to be met with the sound of you crying

"Hey, knock it off. I got it!" Your dad interrupts and and comes in, "What's the matter baby?"

"I cants...," you sniffle still trying to do the task

"Hey, it's okay," he wipes your face, "breathe for me, breathe," he shows you and then shows you how to snap the shoulder strap. "See, it's just different, you just push it in and slide it up or down.....you look so comfy," he giggles, "happy it's not a dress?" You nod and smile, wiping your face

"Come on, let's go show everybody," he walks you out

"I likes it," you go out and hug your Eomma's waist. "I'm glad baby," she lifts your chin, "Aish, your face is red," she picks you up and brings you to the kitchen counter. She sits you by the sink, "Aish, where are the uhm....wash cloths?" "In the hallways closet," your dad answers her. "Hold her so she doesn't fall," he nods and comes over to stand between you and the counter as she walks off

"I am sick and tired of you two not taking me seriously when it comes to YN," your mom says to him; she is trying to keep her voice low but her teeth are gritted. "Oh shut up, we take you seriously as we can. You never let me have a say in anything and think you're right about everything," he retorts in a similar tone and your mother's as they look at each other. "Well I am her mother. What I say goes. I know better than anyone!" "I said shut the hell up....she's my daughter too!" "I also don't like how you flirt with her!" She points to the hall as you watch quietly. "What can I say, I like her," he laughs, "maybe if you weren't such a cunt I'd flirt with you too! Do you honestly think of it weren't for YN I would be with you? Huh!?" Your parents were very mad, you could tell, your sisters were pretending to not watch from the living room couch. "I am only still with you because of her-"

"Alright, I found-," your auntie comes back and senses something is up, "....let's take care of your puffy face yeah?" She runs the cloth under some cold water and presses it to your face

"Make it fast, my friend is coming to take me and the girls swimming at the lake," your mother crosses her arms over her chest

"Eomma, may I have another cookie?" You ask softly and she reaches for the rest of your previous cookie and you reach to take it from her but your mother smacks both of your hands. You quickly bring your hand back to yourself and she had her first ready but brings it to her side when she hears you say, "I'm sorry Eomma...," and she hugs you and kisses your head. "I'll go get your swim suit....," she takes you to your room and your mother and sisters call out when it was time to leave. You peck your aunts lips and she brings you to say bye to your dad. "Listen to your mom," he rubs your back and you nod

"Girls, we're going to talk a bit further back, play up in the shallow water," your mother tells you after she changes you into your swimsuit and your sisters and everyone had finished after arriving at the lake

"Okay, we will," your sister tells her and you join them in the water, enjoying your time with them and splashing each other. You were all staying at the front as promised

"YN, look over there!"

"Where?!" You turn to where your sister is pointing, "what is it?"

"on the log, two turtles!!" Your other sister tells you

"you should go play with them," the other insists

"Yes! I love turtles!" You excitedly make your way over to the log at the front of the lake to play with them when you're out of the blue you're sucked under the water into a massive hole beneath the water that couldn't be seen. You're scared, that's all you're able to fathom, you're scared and can't breathe. You're struggling to get out and can't scream and then what felt like an eternity later arms are gripping you and you're coughing; when you come to full ability to grasp what's happening around you you're at home again; dry, wearing your new outfit and a very soft sweater you've never seen under it and there is screaming from the living room

"YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN WATCHING HER!!" You recognized your dad's voice

"I TOLD THEM TO STAY IN THE SHALLOW WATER!! ITS NOT MY FAULT SHE DIDN'T LISTEN!!"

"YOU STUPID BITCH!! YOURE HER MOTHER!!! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO WATCH HER!!! NO, YOU WERE TOO BUSY TALKING TO THIS FUCKER!!T-thankyou by the way man for pulling her out...."

"IT IS NOT MY FAULT! SHE SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO ME!!"

"She did, I mean we were watching her but we didn't know about the hole," that was your sister

"Exactly but point is she should've been looking."

"I'm going to go....," you didn't know that voice, it must have been your mom's friend

"Yeah, good idea," your dad adds

"I think she should leave to. At least I'm not actually trying to be with him," your mom says and then she appears at your door you register that your aunt was there covering you up and stroking your hair, "Get out. Stay gone"

"Excuse me?" Your aunt asks, tilting her head at your mother, "I'm not leaving her like this"

"You need to get out. I'll take care of her, I'm her mother, I gave birth to her. Bye."

You are weak but you see your aunt's fist form at her side again before you turns to you, "salanghaeyo," then she shoved her way past your mother and leaves

-------

"Salangh-!" You look around the room, "Jungguk," you wrap your arms around his neck and cling to him without even realizing that his brothers are there with him, you only see him sitting on your bed. He holds your back with one hand and wraps his other arm around you in a firm grip, "You're alright," he whispers over and over, holding your head. "W-What-?" You finally notice Seokjin, Jimin, and Namjoon and his wife, standing in the room behind him

"Uh....good morning.....you haven't had this happen in two months.....," he moves your hair. "Want to talk about it?" You shake your head no and slowly let go of him. "Why is everyone here?....G-Good Morning everyone," you give a bow

"We uh, we wanted to surprise you"

"Surprise me?"

"It's your birthday silly," he smiles and giggles, "Yoongi and I made you breakfast, your favorite and everyone wanted to come spend the day with you but uh, we all got scared when you seemed to be experiencing sleep paralysis"

"Is she okay?" A unfamiliar man comes into the room and peaks in the door, wiping his hands on a towel, "I'm sorry YN, I was worried too, I didn't want to overwhelm you"

"Oh yeah, you've never met Yoongi, he's my brother too"

"Nice to meet you," you smile and bow your head to him

"Nice to meet you too. I didn't want to overwhelm you immediately so I held back...."

"Thankyou"

"Yeah, ofcourse, well uhm, the food is ready"

"Alright guys, let's let YN freshen up and then eat," Namjoon ushers them all out, "Jungguk, she probably wants to change, c'om'on"

"Huh? Oh...yeah, we will be right out there," he tells you and slowly walks out of the room backwards. "Joonie, Gguk, wait" "Yeah?" They stop at the door. "Who is watching the baby if you're both here?" Neither answer and Namjoon just laughs and they walk out. You change and wipe yourself of the sweat quickly, pull yourself and go out

There are decorations out there is a cake on the kitchen island, breakfast on the table, "You all did all this for me? Thankyou, you wipe a tear slipping and smile. "Where's the baby?" You ask again looking around and not seeing him, "who is watching him Namjoon?"

"Woe, tone miss thing. Tae is fine, that was part of the surprise"

"Namjoon, he is little, he needs someone watching him."

"YN, Tae is fine. Go get him jagi," his wife laughs and takes your hand. "He's too little, he needs someone watching hi-"

Namjoon steps out of the apartment and closes the door, coming back with his son. "Taeyhung, meet your aunt YN," he helps the smiling boy wave

"H-Hi baby," you smile and wave, "Joon...I don't understand -y-you said"

"I know, but you're family now. Happy Birthday," he kisses your hand as he hands you Taeyhung to hold and he sits down with his wife.

"H-Hi baby," you look at him just smiling at you and shaking his toy like he is offering it to you. "Oh, thankyou very much," you giggle, "it's nice to meet you," you hoist him on your hip and join everyone at breakfast. "I brought nephew, he likes cake," Seokjin tells you and gestures to the little boy by his leg. "Hi," you smile and wave to him and he waves back, "Uncle, I show auntie her presents," he takes your hand and brings you and the baby over to where the gifts are. You were happy to have breakfast a little later, you couldn't be happier right now; even being unaware of the four eyes admiring you intently

[gunnerfc]

❄️ WOSO FICMAS: Dec. 22 - Georgia Stanway❄️

Georgia Stanway x Reader (Bayern & Lioness) | WC: 836

Dec. 22 prompt - baking cookies

-> woso ficmas masterlist can be found here!

Whoever on your team decided that you and Georgia should be in charge of baking cookies clearly wanted you to suffer. You had about three days before the team would be bringing some sort of dessert or baked goods to training to have a little holiday party before everyone departed for the break. You had sent Georgia to the store to get the ingredients that you needed but when she called you three times to ask questions, you knew this was going to be a rough experience.

You waited until the day before to start baking, not wanting to have the cookies done too soon before you needed them. You didn’t allow Georgia to help, knowing your girlfriend would take the opportunity to mess with you.

Georgia sat on the kitchen counter, watching you prep the kitchen to start making the cookies. The midfielder eyed the bag of flour you had sitting next to her, tempted to throw a bit at you when you were least expecting it. You had your back to her as you washed your hands so you didn’t notice when she poured a bit of flour into her hand.

You turned around to grab the towel to dry your hands as you felt powder hitting your face. You stood for a moment, face covered in flour as you heard Georgia trying (and failing) to hold her laughter in.

“See babe! I told you it would snow!” your girlfriend joked, giving up on holding her laughter in.

You sighed at her statement and turned back to the sink to wash your face off. This time when you turned to reach for the hand towel, Georgia kept her hands to herself and let you be. You dried your hands and face, refusing to look at your girlfriend who had a bright smile on her face.

You tried to focus on the directions in front of you but your girlfriend who was loudly singing behind you made it difficult. You rolled your eyes at her antics, doing your best to tune her out.

“Hey babe, would you still love me if I was a worm?” the midfielder randomly asked as she stopped singing.

“What the hell are you talking about,” you groaned, throwing a look in her direction.

“It’s a simple question! Would you still love me if I was a worm, yes or no?” Georgia spoke, repeating her question like it made complete sense.

“No, I don’t think I would still love you if you were a worm, babe,” you huffed, turning your focus back to what you were making.

Georgia gasped dramatically from behind you as if you offended her with your answer. When you didn’t give her a reaction, she hopped off the counter and moved so she was standing right behind you. You could feel her breath on the back of your neck and you felt your face heat up at her closeness.

“Babe. babe. Babeeeee” Gerogia whined in your ear, bored out of her mind.

“Love, please just let me finish and then we can do whatever you want,” you tried your best to ignore the begging.

Georgia huffed this time, moving away slightly and you thought you would finally have some peace to finish mixing all the ingredients. You were sorely mistaken when you felt an egg crack on your head. Neither of you moved, both in shock. You heard Georgia snicker behind you and you turned to face her.

Your girlfriend was half expecting you to tell her off but her surprise when you threw a handful of flour at her was better than yelling. You both stood in the middle of the kitchen, now wearing the ingredients you needed to bake cookies.

“You're gonna regret that, love,” Georgia smirked at you, reaching past you to grab the entire bag of flour.

“Wait, G. Let's talk about this, I was just getting payback,” you tried to persuade your girlfriend into putting the bag down but it was no use.

Before you could even attempt to move out of the way, Georgia dumped the entire bag over your head, covering you with flour. You stood in shock as the midfielder howled with laughter at your current state. You shook your head to try and shake off some of the flour before looking up at your girlfriend.

Georgia could see the devious glint in your eyes as you rushed into her, wrapping your arms around her body essentially getting flour all over her. The two of you went back and forth coating each other in various foods, wasting the ingredients you had bought to make cookies for the team.

You ended up having to wake up earlier than normal to rush to the store to buy store-made cookies and get rid of the packaging to try and pass them off as homemade. No one but Georgia knew the truth and you had to force her to not tell everyone that you didn’t make the cookies like you were supposed to.

[matthias-the-tulip]

my updated list of parts i hope they keep in the red, white & royal blue movie

(updated after i reread it in a day) (a lot of these are just funny lines that add absolutely nothing to the plot but they make me laugh)

• the MAGAZINE 😭

• “he has the personality of a cabbage.”

• “i want to hear you gush like he's your fucking prom date.”

• alex makes a long loud fart noise


• “i'm going to throw up on you” at the stables (doesn't look like they're at a stables in the trailer 😒)

• “i'd rather be waterboarded” also at the stables (again, doesn't look like they're at a stables)

• “i bet he has a secret lovechild,” nora says. “or he's gay. or he has a secret gay lovechild.”

“it's probably in case i see his equerry putting his batteries back in,” alex says.

• midnight ice cream on instagram

• “i didn't know you wore glasses.” (henry's wearing a suit not pyjamas and alex is not wearing glasses what's that all about!)

• awkward fist bump on “this morning” (does not look like it’s a chat show in the trailer but also would a royal even go on this morning)

• star wars stan henry 🥹

• “not impressed, just surprised.”

“at what?”

“that you actually have, you know, feelings.”

• henry is beginning to smile…

• “do you MIND?” in the cupboard at the hospital

• “you're not the prince of me” 😭

• “i'd rather not be the little spoon.”

• henry's feet in a mop bucket

• “locked in a cupboard with your elbow inside my rib cage.”

• “i cannot believe even mortal peril will not prevent you from being the way you are.”

• “are you psychoanalysing me? i don't think royal guests are allowed to do that.”

• “is that the time you threatened to push me into the thames?”

• “no booty calls.”

• “it was like you were trying to set him on fire with your mind.”

• june's (nora now i guess 😟) plot to murder woody allen

• “don't let the papers print lies about me after i've garroted myself with my tie.”

• “you are the thistle in the tender and sensitive arse crack of my life.”

• “yes, famously the most sinister of all animal sounds, the gobble.”

• “cornbread knows my sins.”

• the whole turkey situation really

• “buy a summer home in majorca with the turkey”

• MR WOBBLES

• “jabba” cakes.

• henry watching bake off

• “you're jeff goldblum”

• “yo there's a bond marathon on and did you know your dad was a total babe”.

“I BEG YOU TO NOT”

• “it sounds like you did your best.” 🥹

• the new year’s party being referred to as “the legendary balls-out bananas white house trio new year's eve party” (white house duo now 😭)

• “please do not attempt to steal my shine. you will fail and i will be embarrassed for you.”

• “says prince fucking charming.”

• get low playing at the new year’s eve party

• alex’s reaction to get low playing at the new year’s eve party

• “christ, you are as thick as it gets.”

• alex falling while running with june (nora now i guess 😟) cause he was thinking about henry

• “he's gay and you're hot, so.”

• “still waters, deep dicking.”

• “prince henry is a biscuit,” nora says,
“let him sop you up.”

• they know each other's sleep schedule and alex gets in a bad mood when he doesn't talk to him 🥹

• “you're not going to kill him, are you?” she says.
“probably not,” alex tells her

• “shut up, shut all the way up, oh my
god”

• alex pushing henry up against a wall!

• “i mean, er, should we, i dunno, slow down?”henry says, cringing so hard at himself that one eye closes. “go for dinner first, or-“

• hooking one knee around the back of alex's thigh 😉

• ”i'm going to die,” henry says helplessly.

“i'm going to kill you,” alex tells him.

“yes, you are,” henry agrees.

• alex fixing his hair for him 😢😢😢

• henry singing god save the queen (king i guess) to make his 🍆 go away

• “i am going to do very bad things to you, and if you fucking ghost me again, i’m going to get you put on a fucking no-fly list. got it?”

• “you were jealous,” alex says. “you want me.”

• henry calling alex bossy 😂

• alex literally just insulting henry while he’s going to town on him

• “do you ever stop talking?” henry says. “such a mouth on you.”

• “hi,” he says, when he reaches henry’s eye level.

“hello,” henry says back.

“i’m gonna take your pants off now,” alex tells him.

“yes, good, carry on.”

• fucking eyelashes

• when he's done, he presses a sticky kiss in the crease of alex's leg where he'd slung it over his shoulder

• the mattress shifts, and henry moves up to the pillows, nuzzling his face into the hollow of alex's throat. alex makes a vague noise of approval, and his arms fumble around henry's waist, but he's helpless to do much else.

• the tip of henry’s nose catching on alex’s

• “for fuck’s sake, man, you just had my dick in your mouth, you can kiss me goodnight.”

• monocles for babies 😂

• “i don’t like that look,” amy says. “you look…sweaty.”

• “what in the rich-white-people-sex-dungeon hell?”

• the whole polo kit situation. henry slowly putting his boot back on the floor

• “i’ve thrown men in the dungeons for less.”

“hey, don’t threaten me with a good time.”

• paris!!! leaving directions to the cheese

• “you're a mad, spiteful, unmitigated demon, and I'm going to kiss you until you forget how to talk.”

• birthday floggings et al and the buttercream!

• alex’s heart going weird at henry on the boat and having to put his head in his hands

• “i don't give a damn what joanne has to say, remus john lupin is gay as the day is long, and i won't hear a word against it.”

• “i will staple your dick to the inside of your leg”

• “i did get both of the gay kings.”

• “deflowering the darling of the republic.”

• “i'm not ... historically great at talking about things,” henry says.

“well, i wasn't historically great at blowjobs, but we all gotta learn and grow, sweetheart.”

“wasn't?"

“hey,” alex huffs. “are you trying to say i'm still not good at them?”

“no, no, i wouldn't dream of it,” henry says, and alex can hear the small smile in his voice. “it was just the first one that was.. well. it was enthusiastic, at least.”

“i don't remember you complaining…”

“yes, well, i'd only been fantasizing about it for ages.”

• baby. (!!!)

• “i miss you,” alex says before he can stop himself. he instantly regrets it, but henry says, “i miss you too.”

• “i want to ... put my fingers in his mouth...” she moans, sounding horrified.

• just the whole karaoke bar situation. plz. toilet stall hookup!

• “bisexuality is truly a rich and complex tapestry.”

• o captain, my captain

• “if only you had known the mighty work of thine loins would be undone by a gay heir who likes it when american boys with chin dimples are mean to him.”

• the fruity truth: my favourite english author is jane austen.

• “when at wimbledon”

• “i want to see a cage match between your grandmother (grandfather i guess) and this fucking ghoul running against my mom”

• “and you are good. most things are awful most of the time, but you're good.”

• “he is truly a picture, wearing an expression of bewildered panic and absolutely nothing else.”

• “jesus tits”

• henry falling out of the wardrobe and just. sitting on the floor. (zahra finds him in the wardrobe instead :()

• “i thought you were getting into international relations or something.”

“i mean, technically-“

• “you're literally putting your dick in the leader of a foreign state, who is a man, at the biggest political event before the election, in a hotel full of reporters, in a city full of cameras, in a race close enough to fucking hinge on some bullshit like this, like a manifestation of my fucking stress dreams, and you're asking me not to tell the president about it?”

• all of zahra's quips tbh - “every time i see you, it takes another year off my life.” - “ask me if i'm afraid of the crown.”

• SEXUAL EXPERIMENTATION WITH
FOREIGN MONARCHS: A GRAY AREA.

• EXPLORING YOUR SEXUALITY: HEALTHY, BUT DOES IT HAVE TO BE WITH THE PRINCE OF ENGLAND?

• FEDERAL FUNDING, TRAVEL EXPENSES, BOOTY CALLS, AND YOU

• history, huh? bet we could make some. (the emails plz like i need at least some of them read aloud over a montage or something)

• “some saucy tart once tried to impugn my virtue against an oil painting of him, and in the halls of memory, some things demand context.”

• I GUESS THAT MAKES YOU. THE MF. NORTH STAR.

• “i thought you might need to, like, have a catholic moment about this or something?” 😭

• “santa maria is watching!”

• skinny dipping!!!

• “philip is the heir and i'm the spare, and if that nervy bastard has a heart attack at thirty-five and i've got malaria, whither the spare?”

• alex's meltdown outside kensington. very important. - “how 'bout i just keep yelling and we see which of the papers show up first!” he turns back to the window and starts flailing his arms too. “henry! your royal fucking highness!”

• “jesus, could you stop being an obtuse fucking asshole for, like, twenty seconds?”

• “i fucking love you, okay?” alex half yells, finally, irreversibly.

• “what do you want?”

“i want you-”

“then fucking have me.”

“-but i don’t want this.”

• “a whole lifetime of fine. that’s not good enough for me.”

• henry nuzzling his nose behind alex's ear.

• alex laughs and grabs his head and aggressively kisses his cheek, smashing his face into the pillow.

• “next time we shall visit some of the george Ill pieces and see if they burst into flame.”

• DANCING TO YOUR SONG IN THE MUSEUM

• “i completely fucking love you” and the ring and the chain

• “once shaan managed to dislodge him from the chandelier”

• henry’s email about memories and grief and the first time he saw alex

• “jesus, be a gay beard”

• henry and alex in the car after the fake date

• “i will physically fight your grandmother (grandfather i guess) myself if i have to, okay? and, like, she's (he’s) old. i know i can take her (him).”

“i wouldn't be so cocky,” henry says with a small laugh. “she's (he’s)full of dark surprises.”

• “your spine's a ridge i'd die climbing”

• “check the fucking news, you horny little miscreant”

• “it’s about to be gay DEFCON five in this administration.”

• “then fuck it.”

• the big group hug

• oscar saying “give ‘em hell.”

• “you're my mean friend.”

• “jumping off cliffs is kinda my thing”

• I 😭 LOVE 😭 HIM 😭 ON 😭PURPOSE 😭 they can't leave that out if they do i'll kill someone

• “what are we even defending here, philip? what kind of legacy? what kind of family, that says, we'll take the murder, we'll take the raping and pillaging and the colonizing, we'll scrub it up nice and neat in a museum, but oh no, you're a bloody poof? that's beyond our sense of decorum! i've bloody well had it. i've sat about long enough letting you and gran and the weight of the damned world keep me pinned, and i'm finished. i don't care. you can take your legacy and your decorum and you can shove it up your fucking arse, philip. i'm done.”

• “for what it's worth,” he says to philip, “that is the bravest son of a bitch i’ve ever met.”

• “we banged it out last night” + high five

• “i've been gay as a maypole since the day i came out of mum, philip.”

• all the support for them 🥹

• bea pouring the tea on philip's lap

• “you know, i think all that cocaine i did must’ve really done a job on my reflexes!”

• henry pulls alex close and kisses him, whispers, "i love you i love you i love you."

• never 😭 tell 😭 me 😭 the 😭 odds 😭

• “my life is a cosmic joke and you're not a real person”

• “you are the absolute worst idea i’ve ever had”

• “listen, you've had your first big sex scandal. no more sitting at the kids' table.”

• how to love each other in plain sight

• “holding henry’s hand atop his own knee” in the portrait

• “all this fundraising for sobriety is going to drive me to drink”

• “i'm the prince of...here” 😭

• “you spent a month of your gap year talking to yaks in mongolia, h.”

• “i know it's a lot, but you give people hope. so, get back out there and be alex.”

• the super six 😭 (fantastic five now i guess)

• the picture of them on the cover of the magazine

• henry fixing june's hair 🥹 (NORA NOW I GUESS 😟)