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1. prepping (restaurant owner!harry x chef!y/n)

summary: you landed your dream job as a line cook at harry styles' prestigious haus kitchen restaurant in chicago. the tough chef job demands focus, but it's really hard when your boss looks like harry styles.

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Your palms were sweating as you gripped the steering wheel, driving through downtown Chicago towards your new job. You kept glancing down at the address on the printed directions, double checking that you were heading the right way. The last thing you wanted was to be late on your first day.

Ever since getting your culinary degree, you had applied to what felt like hundreds of restaurant jobs, desperate to get your foot in the door of a real professional kitchen. But very few places wanted to hire someone so fresh out of school with no actual experience.

Finally, after months of dead ends, you had landed a line cook position at Haus Kitchen - one of the hottest farm-to-table restaurants in the city. You could scarcely believe your luck when you got the call saying you were hired.

Haus was the brainchild of Harry Styles, international superstar singer turned chef. After his chart-topping solo music career, Harry had traded in artist life to pursue his lifelong passion for cooking. Using his accumulated wealth, he opened up Haus five years ago to rave reviews, quickly earning a well deserved Michelin star.

You vividly remembered watching Harry's transition from a pop idol to dashing culinary entrepreneur play out in the media. As a teenage girl, you had been obsessed with him during his One Direction days.

Your bedroom walls were plastered with Harry's posters and you had relentlessly played their songs, sighing over his tousled hair and pouty lips. Then as you got older and Harry went solo, your boyband crush evolved into more of an intense celebrity infatuation as he cultivated a cool, rebellious image.

There were countless gossipy blind items about his infamous hellraising, flings with models and socialites, and run-ins with the law. You had followed all the scandalous Harry headlines with rapt attention - from getting papped stumbling out of nightclubs with an endless parade of beautiful women to getting arrested for drug possession outside Soho clubs.

But finally in his late 20s, seemingly bored of rockstar debauchery, Harry had pivoted to reset his image as a knowledgeable culinary entrepreneur. You admired how he transformed from tabloid bad boy into a refined, successful businessman and chef.

He began studying haute cuisine under the tutelage of famous European chefs, traveling abroad to hone his skills further. While continuing to record new musical projects independently, Harry started establishing himself in the culinary world through guest stints on TV cooking shows and food/wine events.

With his brooding good looks, charming personality, and serious culinary chops, the world fell for Harry's new sophisticated image. Before long, he was the subject of breathless puff pieces in food magazines as "the sexiest Renaissance man in the kitchen." It seemed natural when Harry soon opened up his passion project Haus to capitalize on his popularity and love of food.

Now nearing your mid-20s, your teenage fannish obsession had cooled into more of an admiring celebrity crush. You had stayed aware of Harry's journey, but your priorities were focused on graduating culinary school at the top of your class and finding your own big break in the Chicago restaurant scene.

So when you landed a job at Harry's iconic Haus, it almost didn't feel real. Not only would you be working at one of the city's most exclusive spots, but under the same roof as a chef you had admired for ages.

Not that you expected to have any real personal contact with Harry himself, you reminded yourself as you merged onto the exit for downtown. He was an internationally famous mega-celebrity who had to have hundreds of staffers, not to mention being handsomely paid to just be the smiling face of the business while professional kitchen vets like Paul Thomason handled the day-to-day operations.

Still, you had to admit to yourself that a tiny part of you tingled at the mere idea of being in the same building as Harry Styles...hopefully catching a glimpse of that handsome, endlessly charming man in the flesh...

You shook your head dismissively and double checked the directions again, annoyed at getting so easily distracted. This was your big break, your first serious job in the industry. You needed to bring your A-game and focus, not dwell on silly celebrity daydreams.

It was your fantasies of becoming a respected chef that needed to take priority.

You pulled into the parking lot for the restaurant, double checking that you had the address right. The sleek, modern building had a neon "Haus Kitchen" sign glowing over opulent double-door entrances flanked by velvet ropes and cheerful outdoor seating areas.

Taking a steadying breath, you cut the engine and sat for a moment, giving yourself a pep talk. This was it. No more messing around doing coursework or labs - this was the major leagues with all the intensity of a real professional kitchen. You had to bring it all day, every day.

As you climbed out of your beat-up Honda, you smoothed down your spotless new chef's whites, making sure everything looked pressed and presentable. With your knife kit tucked under your arm, you walked towards the entrance with purpose, chin held high.

From the moment you stepped through the doors, it was like being transported into another world. The smell of simmering sauces, roasting meats, and freshly baked bread envaded your senses. Even hours before opening, the energy and hustle for dinner prep was palpable.

Off to the left was the main dining room you had studied photos of online - effortlessly cool with vaulted exposed wooden beam ceilings, brick accents, and casually modern decor. Pendant lighting glowed cozily over tables draped in white linens and rustic chandeliers hung over plush tufted leather banquettes. A lively bar area centered the space, stocked with top-shelf liquors and backed by a dazzling display of custom glassware.

In the distance ahead, you could hear the clamoring of the kitchen in full swing. Your stomach did a nervous flip - this was it. Taking another fortifying breath, you headed through the archway.

You emerged into a large, sleek open kitchen layout, all stainless steel and butcher block islands. Uniformed cooks were buzzing at their stations like a well-oiled machine under the barked commands of an older, stocky man you immediately recognized as Head Chef Paul Thomason.

Despite his gruff reputation, watching Thomason in action was nothing short of mesmerizing. He moved between stations with the easy grace of a conductor, sampling sauces, tweaking seasonings, and directing the workflow with gruff orders. There was no wasted movement or micro-expression as he continually tasted and perfected dishes, alternating between thoughtful contemplation and decisive action.

Though you had only seen Thomason in pictures and television appearances, his fierce focus and mastery were unmistakable. This was what true professional kitchen expertise looked like in the flesh.

Feeling like a mouse that had wandered into the lair of a lion, you hovered near the entrance, uncertain of what to do next. The kitchen team flowed around you in a choreographed dance, deftly ignoring your presence as they prepped and plated flawlessly.

After a few minutes of anxious loitering, the intimidating Thomason seemed to finally notice you. His grizzled features contorted as he scowled, looking you up and down through eyes squinted with decades of kitchen smoke exposure.

"You must be the new kid," he said gruffly, crossing his bulky tattooed arms over his broad chest. Even without raising his voice, Thomason had a rumbling bass that easily carried over the kitchen's clanging din. "Christ, you're shorter than I expected. Think you've got what it takes to keep up around here?"

You nervously clutched your knife kit closer while trying to not look as flustered as you felt. "Y-yes, chef!"

You swallowed hard, hyper aware of everyone around you now watching the interaction. "I, uh...I came ready to work as hard as it takes. Whatever you need from me."

Thomason grunted, squinting at you for another long moment in consideration. Then he jerked his head towards the back. "Get changed out quick and meet me back here in 5. I'll get you started on prep and we'll see what you're made of. Don't keep me waiting."

"Yes, chef!" you responded immediately, wincing at how high your voice had gone up an octave.

Without another word, Thomason turned and strode back into the controlled chaos of the line, immediately redirecting his attention to sauces and garnishes. Letting out a shaky breath, you scurried towards the changing rooms, heart jackhammering.

Well, you were officially in the thick of things now...

You hustled back out to the kitchen, trying not to look frazzled from your rushed change. A young Hispanic line cook spotted you and waved you over to his station.

"You the newbie?" he asked, not unkindly. When you nodded, he jerked his head towards the walk-in refrigerator. "Thomason wants you to start by breaking down some of the produce delivery for prep."

"Got it, thanks," you replied, eager to prove yourself. The line cook gestured you through the door into the immense chilled walk-in.

You blinked as your eyes adjusted to the cold, taking in the sights and smells of the impressive stockpile. Shelves upon shelves were stocked with an array of fresh seasonal produce - crates bursting with leafy greens, bushels of root vegetables, flats of vibrantly colored tomatoes, exotic fruits, and mushroom varieties you had only read about.

Your culinary school had humble basics for ingredients, nothing like the bounty of locally-sourced, meticulously selected provisions that Haus Kitchen demanded. You felt a thrill at getting to work with such an extraordinary pantry.

Respirating clouds puffed from your mouth as you scanned the inventory tagging system. You had been taught similar protocols in your food safety courses, but there was something exhilarating about putting that knowledge into practice in a real professional environment.

Grabbing a stack of plastic totes, you made a game plan for which items to start prepping first based on perishability levels and what would be needed for that evening's specials. Though you started out slow at first, you steadily built up a cadence of meticulously cleaning, trimming, and sorting into appropriate storage containers.

By the time Thomason stuck his head in to check on you an hour later, you had developed an efficient system and made solid progress through a mountain of deliveries.

The head chef grunted in approval as he inspected your neat stacks of prepped produce, crossing his arms as he looked you up and down with a critical eye.

"Not bad, kid," he rumbled. "Clearly know which end of a knife to use, at least. C'mon back out, got some protein fabrication for you to tackle next."

You diligently followed Thomason back out to the main kitchen, wiping some sweat from your brow with your sleeve. Despite the industrial cooling system, the heat blazing from the ovens and range tops made the open kitchen feel like a furnace.

As Thomason led you to a stainless steel butcher's block island, you couldn't help but gawk at the array of gleaming knives hanging from magnetic strips overhead. The blades were works of art - sleek, razor sharp, and clearly extremely expensive.

Gesturing you over, Thomason grabbed a boning knife and twirled it deftly before handing it to you. "Let's see how you handle breaking this down."

He gave the block a solid smack with his meaty palm, indicating for you to get started on the glistening slab of beef tenderloin before you. Taking a steadying breath, you gripped the bone-handled knife firmly and leaned over the cutting board.

"Yes chef," you murmured before carefully piercing the thick cut of meat, angling the blade with practiced precision from all your training.

Around you, the kitchen bustled with the usual rattling pans, sizzling ranges, and Thomason's occasional barked orders. But as you fell into the rhythm of deftly separating fat and sinew, the noises began to fade from your awareness.

You were completely focused on your knife work, confidently sawing through the tender flesh as you reduced the tenderloin down to portions and trimmings for other stations to further break down. It was meditative, almost hypnotic, the way you instinctively slid the blade along rendered paths of butchery.

After your initial intimidation of the intense Haus environment, you started to find your groove and calm amidst the choreographed insanity surrounding you. You were so laser-focused on the satisfaction of properly executing each slicing technique that the rest of the kitchen chaos became mere white noise.

You had no idea how long you stayed absorbed in the butchery, but eventually you became aware of a presence at your elbow. Glancing up, you nearly jumped to see Harry Styles watching you work with an unreadable expression, hands shoved into the pockets of his slim-fitting slacks.

His dress shirt was rolled up to his elbows and the fitted cotton fabric clung to his toned arms and chest, a few chest hairs peeking out of his slightly undone top button. A single necklace rested in the divot between his sculpted collarbones, drawing your eye to the alluring hollow of his throat as he swallowed hard.

You froze mid-slice, mesmerized by watching the tendons in Harry's wrist and forearm flex as his hands flexed restlessly in his trouser pockets. After a beat, his pillowy lips curved into an easy smile, crinkling the delicate crow's feet at the corners of his kaleidoscope green eyes.

"Afternoon," Harry said in that lazy, husky drawl that used to make millions of fans swoon. He flicked his eyes down to your handiwork before bringing them back up to your face. "Looking good there, newbie."

You blinked, not trusting your ears for a moment before realizing with a jolt that Harry was very much real and quite close. Like, unnecessarily close for your over-stimulated brain to handle.

"Uh...I-I, um...th-thank you?" you croaked out, wanting to cringe at how lame you sounded. Get it together, this wasn't the time to geek out–you instructed yourself.

But Harry didn't seem to notice your fumbling, simply giving you a dimpled half-smile before reaching around you to snag a stray piece of trimming from the butcher's block. He inspected it contemplatively before popping it into his mouth, those plump lips wrapping obscenely around the bite as he chewed and ruminated with relish.

"Perfection," he declared after swallowing, shooting you another crooked grin like you were co-conspirators sharing an inside joke. With a subtle wink, Harry pivoted on his boot heel and sauntered off, whistling a jaunty tune.

As he retreated, you risked a glance down at his form-fitting trousers shamelessly admiring the way the fine fabric cupped the ample curves of his pert backside. Even at his age, Harry Styles had the muscle-toned body of a man decades younger - long, lean muscles taut under golden tanned skin.

You blinked hard and shook your head, annoyed at catching yourself ogling your new boss like a drooling fangirl. Pull it together! This was totally inappropriate and unprofessional. You had zero business daydreaming about someone who gave you your paycheck, no matter how obscenely famous and heartthrob-ishly handsome they were.

Firmly re-focusing on your knife work, you determinedly put Harry from your mind and tried to re-immerse yourself in the rhythm and refuge of the butchery. But the memory of his distractingly lush mouth so close kept replaying over and over, preventing you from recapturing your previous sense of meditative flow.

Dammit, you needed to get a grip! This kind of inappropriate crush on your employer was exactly the kind of silly, immature behavior that would make you look like a unprofessional joke in a serious kitchen environment. Blowing an opportunity like this was not an option.

Later, as you untied your apron strings and joined the team in breaking down the last stations for cleaning at closing, Thomason sidled up alongside you. You braced yourself for more of his typical gruff rebukes or criticisms.

Instead, the veteran chef simply gave you a long, considered look before saying gruffly, "You did good work today, kid. I can already tell you got the stuff to handle it around here if you keep your head down."

You blinked up at him in surprise before managing a small smile. "Thank you, chef. I really appreciate that."

Thomason grunted noncommittally before wandering off, likely to oversee something else. As you tidied your workstation, you couldn't help feeling a small glow of pride. Despite the craziness of your first day, you had seemingly passed this initial trial with flying colors.

As you left through the back entrance into the quiet night air, you took a deep breath and allowed yourself a satisfied smile. Maybe, just maybe, you really did have what it took to succeed in this highly competitive environment after all. For tonight at least, you had handled the punishing pace and standards. Tomorrow was another day to prove yourself all over again.

***

Your day started before sunrise the next morning, brewing a strong coffee and reviewing the notes you had taken the previous evening about which menu items needed prepping. By the time you arrived at Haus, reinvigorated by the crisp morning air, the kitchen was already a hive of activity in preparation for lunch service.

The intense scrutiny under which you worked only amplified with the daylight. Every slice, every sauté was carried out under the watchful eyes of Chef Thomason and his steely gaze. More than once, you felt his presence looming over your shoulder, inspecting your work with the same critical eye as a diamond cutter examining a flawless gem.

"This slice is uneven," he barked, startling you. You flinched, resisting the urge to make excuses as he continued, "The portions all need to be identical for plating. Paying attention to details like that is the difference between a sloppy meal and a stellar one. Don't let it happen again."

"Yes, chef," you replied tightly, making a minor adjustment to your knife work. Though his words stung, you had to admit Thomason was completely right. In a restaurant of this caliber, any minor imperfection could spell disaster.

You redoubled your efforts, pouring all of your concentration into each preparation, each plate. By the time the end of your shift rolled around, you were drenched in sweat, your feet screaming from being on them for 12 hours straight. But you had successfully made it through day two without any major mishaps.

As the whirlwind of dinner service finally calmed to a stopping point, you stood in the kitchen obediently waiting for Thomason's inspection and inevitable critique. But to your surprise, he merely gave a curt nod of approval before waving you off.

"Not bad, newbie," he grunted. "Get a good night's rest. We'll need you back bright and early tomorrow."

Those few gruff words of acceptance warmed you more than any high praise could have. For Thomason, a man of very few words, his small nod seemed to indicate you were, for the moment, living up to his exceedingly high standards.

The high from that small victory buoyed your spirits as you made your way towards the back exit, already dreaming of the few hours of sleep you might be able to grab before starting the cycle over again. You were so wrapped up in your thoughts that you nearly bowled someone over coming around a corner.

"Whoa there!"

You froze, looking up into the grinning, mirthful eyes of Harry Styles himself. Up close, the force of his charm and magnetism practically crackled in the air around him like a physical force. His sweater clung distractingly to his lithe, muscular frame and his chestnut hair was casually tousled. A pair of small diamond studs glinted in each ear.

"Sorry about that, H-Harry," you stammered, resisting the urge to take a flustered step back. You were vividly aware of just how little physical space separated the two of you. "I wasn't watching where I was going."

If he noticed your frazzled state up close, Harry didn't let on. His pink lips merely curved in an easy, dimpled smile. "No need to apologize. I don't usually make a habit of lurking around blind corners, to be fair."

You laughed before you could stop yourself, surprised at how easily he was putting you at ease despite your elevated heart rate. Up close, Harry's eyes weren't just green - an entire kaleidoscope of colors ranging from jade to emerald to amber seemed to shift and dance in his gaze. It was...dazzling, frankly.

Clearing your throat, you forced yourself to take a subtle step backwards, putting a more professional amount of space between the two of you. The last thing you needed was to do something wildly inappropriate that would get you fired before the end of your first week.

"Still, I should have been paying better attention to my surroundings," you replied, aiming for a respectful, levelheaded tone. "It's been a really intense couple of days just trying to stay on top of everything."

Harry nodded in understanding, arching one perfectly sculpted brow. "Thomason hasn't let up on you at all, I take it?"

When you shook your head ruefully, he chuckled. "I know that seems like his permanent state - gruff, perpetually unsatisfied, and grumpy as a hibernating bear. But honestly, the fact that he hasn't fired you already is a good sign you're doing well."

You blinked at him in surprise. "Wait...really? But he critiques everything! I feel like I've gotten nothing but corrections so far."

"Exactly." Harry's dimples flashed as he grinned. "That's how you know he sees potential in you. If Thomason didn't think you had what it took, he wouldn't waste his breath giving feedback. He'd just cut you loose and hire someone else to start over."

His words were like a soothing balm on the anxiety and self-doubt you'd been carrying around for the past couple of days. You hadn't realized that Thomason's critical approach was actually a twisted form of acceptance and mentorship. The revelation caused the hard knot of tension between your shoulder blades to finally release.

"Huh," you exhaled, unable to stop the small smile tugging at your lips as you finally understood Thomason's tough love. "I guess I should take that as a compliment then."

"Absolutely," Harry agreed with an approving nod. Then his expression softened around the edges, growing earnest as his gaze searched yours. "Look, I know it's a huge adjustment and the pace here can be absolutely brutal starting out. But for what it's worth...I think you've got what it takes to be something really special in this kitchen."

You felt yourself flush at his unexpected praise, your stomach fluttering with a swarm of nervous butterflies. Harry held your eyes for a lingering moment before seeming to mentally collect himself.

Clearing his throat, he flashed you one more crooked grin. "But don't take my word for it - the proof will be in your work. Stay focused and trust the process. I've got faith you can handle it."

With that, he brushed past you, his shoulder grazing yours in a way that made your entire body buzz with friction. As Harry sauntered off down the hallway, you couldn't stop yourself from turning to watch his retreating form - the easy, rolling gait, the tantalizing sway of his hips below the slim cut of his trousers, the tousled waves of his chestnut hair.

You let out a shaky exhale, feeling off-balance and electrified all at once. Get a grip, you scolded yourself firmly. That was your boss - your incredibly famous, wealthy, and wildly attractive boss. Daydreaming was a one-way ticket to catching inappropriate feelings and potentially torpedoing your entire career before it even started.

And yet...you couldn't quite silence the part of your brain reliving Harry's velvet tone and intense eye contact as he professed having faith in your abilities. Just the casual warmth of his voice and proximity had set your heart pounding in a way it hadn't since you were a hormonal teenager, utterly dazzled by his rock star persona.

Shaking your head, you forced yourself to turn on your heel and head for the exit. Overthinking could only lead to dangerous territory. You needed to stay laser-focused on your work - that was the only way to succeed at Haus and make your culinary dreams a reality.

As you stepped out into the fresh evening air, you paused for a moment on the deserted back stoop, closing your eyes and taking a few centering breaths. When you opened them again, you felt the last fluttering tendrils of Harry's heated presence dissipate, replaced by a familiar sense of determined calm.

This job was your priority now, not silly schoolgirl crushes or indulging fantasies about your wildly unattainable boss. You knew better than to get distracted by daydreams that could only lead to self-sabotage.

With a decisive nod, you strode towards your car with renewed focus. You would prove yourself at Haus through your skills and work ethic alone. No other agenda, no unprofessional entanglements allowed.

Your passion was cuisine, creating nourishing dishes that delighted - that had to remain your sole priority. You couldn't afford any distractions from that lest you squander this incredible opportunity. Steadying your breathing, you looked forward with fresh clarity and resolve.

Tomorrow was a new day to earn your place in Harry's formidable kitchen. And this time, you vowed, you were utterly prepared to meet the challenge with your complete and undivided focus.

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tell me if you like this! this is an idea for a new series that will probably have 6 parts??? i guess. but do tell me if you like it! because there's no use in writing when nobody reads 😭😭

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mlp girls dating hcs

MLP girls x reader

tw || one kinda suggestive comment

a/n || not proofread

Twilight Sparkle

• enjoys reading books with you

• a yapper. loves to ramble about her interests and findings often

• “oh my goodness I’ve talked for quite a while haven’t I” typa girl

• definitelyyy wants to star gaze with you

• I can see her being both the instigator and the one needing you to instigate. depends on your personality

• if you’re shy, she’ll talk. if you’re more dominant, she’ll let you take charge. she adapts.

• I want to say her love language is quality time and would enjoy spending time with you in silence, the both of you doing your own things

• for sure corrects your grammar or if you say anything incorrect

• doesn’t get angry at you easily, but definitely gets easily angry for you if she senses someone is angry at you (or giving you “a weird stare”)

• radiates “you can insult me but not them” type energy

• likes to cuddle (small spoon)

• arguments with her are mainly petty

• a great communicator, would want to deescalate the situation and sit down and talk

• if she gets angry expect silent treatment or her taking a deep breath and walking away (I don’t see her yelling when she’s angry at you)

• notices small changes, very perceptive

• she’s a bit clueless but also perceptive. it’s a strange mix

Rarity

• shows her love through gift giving

• wants to make clothing for you (special occasions, also to just dress you up)

• nicknames galore (darling, sweetie, honey, baby, babe, etc)

• your #1 hype girl

• spends time with you going out and doing stuff like shopping and getting lunch out

• her getting upset/mad at you is shown through passive aggressive comments and actions

• I don’t see her being an instigator other than sly flirting, she’ll wait for you to instigate

• rambles about you all the time to friends/family

• “I know Rarity, you’ve told us this story 20 times”

• she’ll always be dressed up, has to have an outfit for every situation

• (out dresses you)

Pinkie Pie

• love language is definitely throwing parties

• got a job? party.

• birthday? party.

• finished an assignment? party

• optimistic gf (your biggest cheerleader)

• feeling down? another party.

• I can see her love language being acts of service

• throwing parties for you as stated earlier, but she’ll also bake sweets and such to show her care

• definitely can see her say she loves you VERY early into the relationship

• (house might be messy often, but it’s out of love, she’s a little chaotic but we love her for that)

• goes crazy if someone comes at you, she has that other side

• hates conflict with you, she’d deflate if you came to her upset at her at something she’s done

• wants to find a solution fast

• definitely a talker (good luck getting a word in)

• she’s silly and wants to make you smile and laugh often

• 50-50 of an instigator

• if she instigates it’s absolutely completely done out of no where

• first kiss? out of no where. you were just walking in town on a regular Monday morning

• supports you in all your crazy ideas and thoughts (super easy going and laid back)

Fluttershy

• soft “mom” gf

• a homebody, so most dates are most likely spent indoors

• movies, dinner in, etc…

• wants to show you all of her creatures when you first begin dating

• love language is words of affirmation

• complements you often

• “no I agree, that outfit is very nice”

• if someone insults you, they’re done. Fluttershy has a killing stare

• 100% supporter, but will tell you if an idea is a bit dangerous (she’s concerned about you)

• if you two argue, she’s definitely crying

• a peacemaker (avoids conflict, but if it has to be done she wants to find a middle ground. without yelling preferably)

• not an instigator. you’d have to start most things

• enjoys nature walks, morning yoga, reading. All done with you

• house is clean 24/7, she cant stand a mess

• calls you sweet nicknames like babe, love, etc…

Applejack

• 100% an instigator, but wouldn’t mind you taking charge every now and then (might find it amusing)

• she’s a big flirt, holy cow

• if she likes you, she’ll make her interest known through little things

• if you respond well to her flirting, good golly she’s going to do every and anything to make you shy/smile

• a family girl, she’ll definitely introduce you to her family very soon in the relationship if you haven’t met them already

• 100% is an acts of service gf

• need to take trash out? she’s done it already.

• crazy nicknames like pumpkin pie, honey cake, sweetest peach, etc…

• (equestrian girls only) with all the work she does on the farm, she’s MUSCULAR muscular

• (she’ll purposefully flex when you’re around)

• someone insults you? she’ll give them one warning before she knocks them out cold

• very caring, sometimes overly caring

• you’re sick? swaddled, she won’t and can’t let you leave

• definitely brings baked goods over to your house often

• arguments with her don’t happen often, but are often harmful if they do

• she got upset. stormed off. you go after her. blinded by jealousy, she insults you

• the second she sees tears, she’s apologizing

• (equestrian girls only) if you wear jeans, she 100% does the hand in back pocket thing

• competitive, has to win. (let her win, please)

Sunset Shinmer

• this girl is for sure a words of affirmation gf (as well as touch)

• writes reminders on sticky notes and places them randomly over your place

• “wash your dishes please :)”

• if not already shown through the shows, she’s very perceptive

• quieter than normal? she’s checking in on you

• as for touch, if you’re near her she’s placing a hand on you (waist, shoulder, thigh, etc)

• Sunset is comfortable instigating, but if you instigate she’ll find it sweet

• dates are random. you two could play games or have late night talks or she’ll play music for you

• definitely snarky at times, likes to tease you

• arguments with her. they hurt.

• she does care for you, but when she’s angry I can see her saying MEANN comments in the heat of the moment

• she gives you the cold shoulder after, needing to calm down

• a day or two later she’ll come back to talk/make up

• definitely enjoys cuddling, she’s a big spoon

• if someone insults you, she’s hostile

Rainbow Dash

• the sport/competitive gf

• supporting her at her games/shows

• she doesn’t have a lot of patience, you’ll have to calm her down OFTEN

• 50-50 on instigating, depends on her mood/the moment

• will get a little shy if you instigate, but she has the confidence to instigate as well

• not an open communicator, keeps her pain/issues to herself, doesn’t want to ask for help

• you’ll have to be direct and sit her down if you want an open conversation (she opens up and seeks your help after dating for a bit)

• (equestrian girls only) does the shared AirPods thing with you

• school ends and she’s already handed you her other AirPod

• definitely needs to be tutored

• will do anything to get out of a tutoring session with you. ANYTHING. (take that as you will)

• def a prankster with you, finds her own jokes/pranks hilarious

• it’s the same with trying to get her to open up. if you two fight, she’s keeping what she feels bottled

• she’ll get upset and act like nothing’s wrong until she explodes

• if someone insults you, she’s not warning them like applejack (she’s throwing hands)

• love language is quality time and acts of service

• wants to spend time doing things you both enjoy (she may not enjoy it, but she won’t complain because you’re happy)

• her acts of service are “the little things”

• she shows she cares through small things like excusing you two from a social event if she notices you’re a bit overstimulated (will get shy if you bring these things up)

• weirdly very VERY observant

• if she sees you shiver, she’ll give you her coat wordlessly

• if you’re doing a show/school speech, she’ll know you’re nervous and give you water and stay near you

• protective, will save you and boast (she wants you to praise her)

• “I’m so fast aren’t I?”

#mlp x reader #rainbow dash x reader #sunset shimmer x reader #rarity x reader #pinkie pie x reader #fluttershy x reader #applejack x reader #twilight sparkle x reader

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bucknastysbabe · 1 year

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So. I saw this picture. He looks so soft and huggable. Therefore my brain spat this out. Obvi I love chubby grump Bucky who can F U C K

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 2, 623 words

Synopsis: Bucky is having a mid-life crisis at 100 something years. His girlfriend is an aggravating little angel shit who doesn’t understand why. Cue pool time and ripped blonde superheroes making poor Bucky extra grumpy.

Tags: Chubby!bucky, avenger!reader, size difference, age gap (twenties and technically late thirties), pnv!sex, daddy kink, Bucky’s hating ass internal dialogue, the reader is a slut for the extra Fluff, pwp, fluff and smut, him Jealous, and Big, I tried to make it humorous heehee

Poolside blues

It was hot. Bucky sucked on his popsicle angrily, sulking under an umbrella. He wore his t-shirt even in the blazing heat. Bucky grimaced at the cloth sticking to his skin, pulling at the fabric with a huff. He didn’t want to run around shirtless when the likes of Steve and Thor were basking in the sun— the golden gods they were.

So Bucky sucked on his popsicle, his fourth one already. He flexed his metal fist, cursing it for being such an eye sore. The assassin was convinced his body had it out for him. Mess of a shoulder, ropey bullet scars, and way too much extra weight he didn’t ask for. Bucky stared down at the soft flesh adorning his midsection, lips twisting into a frown.

Hydra had royally fucked his metabolism up, serum or not. Add a plethora of mood stabilizers and Bucky looked like a damn chipmunk hoarding up for the winter. His girlfriend thought it was cute, cooing and pinching his fleshy hip. Bucky did not think it was ‘cute’. He’d never been like this in his over-extended life. Soft.

He’d held thick muscle since the serum and kept that up at the least. The brunette worked out religiously to rid himself of that extra pudge. Now he was jacked with the stupid layer over it— making him feel like a bulky lummox. Therefore if he was going to sweat to death by the pool, so be it.

Bucky’s icy eyes flickered to his best girl playing around with Thor in the water. She giggled and batted at the blonde god while he picked her tiny frame up. The brunette’s eye twitched while gripping his popsicle stick until it crushed. His girlfriend was too cute for her own good, often drawing attention from the other sex.

“Are you just going to drill holes in them with your mind or get in the pool?”

Bucky glared at his oldest friend. Steve smiled down softly, big hands on his waspy waist. He grumbled, “I’m fine. Punk.” The blonde teased, “That’s why your shirt is soaked then huh? Go get in the water you’re making me miserable looking at ya.”

“Nope,” Bucky shot back, popping the ‘p’.

Steve sighed and dove into the huge pool. Bucky pouted efficiently from the side-lines. Thor had his stupid blonde hair and stupid white teeth and stupid washboard abs. His girlfriend appeared in his line of sight, her brows knitted in concern. Bucky attempted to not stare at her perky tits— nipples peaked under her blue strappy bikini.

She hummed, “I can feel you drowning in self-pity over here. Why don’t you get in babe?”

He was staring at her tits now, he didn’t care, not really. Bucky shrugged, “You have fun I’m fine over here. Thor is waiting.” She narrowed her eyes up at him, pushing back damp hair. Bucky licked his lips, holding the woman’s glare.

In a swift motion she launched onto the concrete.

Clambering up she swayed toward the grumpy man, droplets running down her tight body. Bucky took in the view, getting lost in it really. He could watch her all day and sometimes would. The assassin grunted as she plopped onto his lazily spread thighs, soaking him. Bucky hissed, “What was that for?”

The coolness of her skin felt amazing. He willed himself to not pop wood in front of the few teammates milling around. His girl leaned over, breasts about to spill, and pressed against his padded chest. She simpered, “Buck, c’mon, you know no one around here cares. You’re perfect.”

Bucky snorted, “To you, maybe.”

She frowned and lightly slapped at his shoulder, lips pouting. Bucky hated when the pretty thing pouted— he somehow would up doing what she wanted in the first place.

Every. Single. Time.

She ran a finger down his chest, big eyes begging, “Get in the pool, please? You look so upset over here and that makes me sad.”

Once again Bucky lost to her feminine wiles, groaning out a strained ‘fine’. Her mouth split into a toothy smile, cheering, “Yay!” He rolled his eyes at her enthusiasm. Sometimes Bucky forgot she was a little over ten years his junior. If one took off the cryogenically frozen periods. She hopped back into the water, eyes eagerly flickering to the side.

Bucky hauled himself up and reluctantly peeled off his dark shirt, revealing his pale skin and soft parts. He willed himself to not curl into a ball or run away screeching. Steve wolf-whistled, sending an embarrassed flush across the brunette’s full cheeks. He barked, “Knock it off Rogers!”

Sam, as always, had ESP for people flustering Bucky. He shouted from the grill, “Looking thick my man! Whole slice of beef!” The assassin was convinced he was going to self combust, sliding into the water to cover himself up. His girlfriend snickered when Bucky resurfaced from his shame dive, splashing his face.

He frowned down at her, the spitfire raising a brow in challenge. Bucky slung her over a thick shoulder, hand across the backs of her thighs. She laughed and kicked, playfully squirming. Bucky had half a mind to leave a mark on her ass, show the Asgardian who she really belonged to. She stopped thrashing and murmured, “If you do not stop being jeal-“

The assassin cut her off when he dunked under the water. She spluttered and cursed at him, Bucky laughing, “Sorry sweets, what were you saying?”

“Put me down or I’m ripping your hair out!,” she howled. He chuckled and slowly let the angry avenger down. She shook her head, flicking the sensitive skin below his belly button. Bucky winced and gaped petulantly— horribly trying to block of the feeling of jiggle. The woman latched back onto him, pressing a feathery kiss to his bearded jaw. With a dirty smirk, spirits lifted, Bucky led them to the shelf in the deep end.

Sitting back he groped at her ass under the water, earning a squawk and another slap in return. She whispered angrily, “Stop that! Not in public!” Bucky grinned dumbly, eyes flickering to her perky chest. He apologized, saccharine sweet, “Sorry baby, you’re just so pretty I couldn’t help myself.”

Tony Stark and Natasha approached the pool, him lowering his sunglasses at the pair. Stark sipped his drink and loudly observed, “Horndogs at it again. Barnes you’re a nasty old man, you know that?”

Sam sniped, “They call him Bucknasty for a reason!”

Bucky’s temples throbbed with annoyance. He shouted at Sam, “No one calls me that but you! Bird brain!” He needed to scoop the girl up and take off— now. Steve was howling with laughter, hand slapping his chest, Thor smiling in confusion. She turned and grinned at Tony, “He’s my nasty old man.” The woman laid an exaggerated kiss on his cheek. Stark pretended to gag and situated himself in a lounge chair. Natasha’s lips quirked up, green eyes sparkling with amusement.

Bucky rumbled quietly, “I’ll show you nasty if you keep it up acting like that in my lap.”

Her tits bounced when she inhaled sharply, shit-eating grin falling from her face. Bucky lecherously grabbed another handful of ass for example. Her voice quavered when she weakly replied, “Very funny Buck. Not in front of everyone!”

“I’m not being funny. Seeing you getting flipped around by the blondes has me feeling…some type of way.”

Bucky was proud of his updated lingo, courtesy of the sexy trembling thing in front of him. She huffed quietly, squirming minutely on his thick thighs. “Jesus Christ, they’re all going to know when we both leave.”

“I think Clint complaining about us being loud all the time lets the team know what the deal is,” he smoothly pointed out.

With another harsh look Bucky regretfully watched her get out of the pool. Now he had to walk in front of everyone without a safety blanket again. He briskly climbed out after her, keeping his eyes focused ahead. Tony complimented, “Looking yoked there Barnes, trying to bulk right now?”

Bucky wanted to hiss at the billionaire like a feral cat. He felt like he’d been bulking for months. Just not allowed to cut— so sayeth the metabolism. He grabbed a towel and threw it around broad shoulders, aggravated with how his belly was on display. She was toweling her hair off.

“C’mon then you beast,” she snickered.

“Beast?,” he echoed.

Bucky hauled her up again, the smaller one yelping. He snatched his sweaty shirt up and carried her to the elevator. She sarcastically questioned, “Do you always have to carry me around like a caveman when you get jealous?” Bucky grunted in agreement, thumbing at the soft skin of her thighs.

She said, “You do know I only think about you, like, all the time.” Bucky couldn’t help but let his heart skip a beat. Still he whinged, “I don’t know why when there’s all these… ripped guys hanging around.” His girlfriend scoffed and rolled her doe eyes. She remained quiet on the walk, ensuing quiet ride up the elevator, and the remainder of the trip to his rooms.

Deposited on the bed she informed Bucky, “No matter how many times you shrug it off, I think you’re really hot. I like a little fluff on my men.” The brunette shook his head, crawling onto the covers. He muttered, “I don’t. I follow you around like some goddamn oaf.”

She pinched his cheek, grinding out, “You’re a little soft and I happen to enjoy you fucking me into the bed. Stubborn mule.” Bucky’s dick twitched at her words, grabbing an ankle to pull her closer. She continued matter-of-factly, “It’s also nice to have my big scary boyfriend behind me. It turns me on.”

Bucky peered at her, face set in suspicion. She ran a hand down his side, finishing it’s path at the laces of his swim trunks. Her face was cutely set in determination, deft hands untying the shorts. The assassin groaned low in his throat as the cloth fell down, exposing his aching cock. He climbed out of them and threw the shorts across the room.

Bucky eyed her up, watching her cheeks heat at his gaze. He gently positioned himself between her legs, pointedly keeping his weight off to her chagrin. Bucky sealed his watering mouth over a covered nipple, sucking eagerly. She whined and flexed under him, thighs wrapping around his hips.

“Ah! Buck!”

Her long lashes fluttered when his other hand untied the strings on the top. Bucky eased off the flimsy fabric, whistling lowly at her full tits. He nipped and flicked his tongue on a peaked bud, tweaking the other. She cried out, rutting up against his heavy cock.

Bucky’s lips split into a grin when he realized she was also untying her bottoms with shaky hands. He pulled off a nipple and teased, “That needy for it, huh?” She yanked off the offending fabric with a nibble at his jaw. Bucky would purr in contentment if he could. Until the nip at the flesh under his chin— which granted he has always had but still didn’t appreciate it.

He grumbled and lightly swatted her ass with a grimace. She mused, “You’re so hot. Honestly. I wish you would believe me Buck.” The assassin ignored her comment, instead sucking marks on her collarbone. She writhed underneath him, the wetness of her pussy sliding against him. The woman whimpered, hands holding his cheeks insistently, “C’mon and fuck me, please daddy.”

Bucky almost exploded, came back, just to explode again into a puddle of goo. She wanted to play like that today. He gripped her hips with low moan, eyes traveling up the expanse of skin. His girlfriend’s chest heaved, eyes darkly glazed. Bucky growled, “Y’want me to fuck you? Shouldn’t daddy finger you first?”

Huff. She shook her head no, dragging the molten slick across his need. Softly she begged, “C’mon daddy please, want to feel the stretch, need you.” Bucky’s eyes rolled in sheer desire, nudging the blunt head of his cock against her opening. He slid in with a curse, eyes clenching shut.

She was snug as always around him, pulsing and seemingly sucking Bucky in. The woman whimpered, wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders. She gasped, “So big, fuck daddy, don’t stop!” Bucky was not going to stop unless he magically disappeared.

He braced an arm beside her pretty flushed face to get leverage. With a lewd smack Bucky clapped his hips into her, enjoying the wanton whine. The brunette pulled back to give another roll of his hips, moaning lowly. He got into the rhythm he knew she liked— slow but forceful. Bucky smiled down, cooing.

“You’re so pretty babygirl, taking me so well,” he emphasized with a deep thrust. She clawed at his shoulders, pressing sloppy kisses to his throat. Wide eyes met his, her breathing, “No you’re pretty.” Bucky narrowed his lids, apparently his girl wanted to be a little shit.

“I don’t understand why you won’t let me- shit! Daddy!,” she cried out with a smile, “Compliment you!” Bucky picked her legs up and hiked them higher, driving his hips into that silky-soft spot. He grunted in pleasure as she arched and yanked at his hair, mouth hung open with punched out ‘ah’s’.

Bucky rumbled, “I don’t like it- fuck sweets so tight- because it’s exaggerated!” He was panting with exertion now, reveling in the tell-tale slaps of skin echoing. The petite Avenger under him whimpered when Bucky hit her g-spot dead on, tears pricking her eyes. Bucky kissed a droplet, murmuring sweet nothings.

“Keep fucking me daddy, I’m gonna hah- cum!,” she wailed. Bucky urged, “Yeah babydoll, want you to, c’mon need it.” He thumbed around her clit, breathing into her lax mouth, swallowing up those broken keens. She sobbed his name into the kiss, clawing and scrabbling when she clamped down on him. Bucky’s eyes rolled up at the pulsing and gush of slick, fucking her through the orgasm.

His baby’s loud keens turns into little whimpers as he kept thrusting into her tight body. She quavered, “Cum in me please daddy!” The woman nipped along his jaw again, rubbing at his flexing ass. Bucky felt his lower belly tighten, a swirling fog gathering in his brain purely driven by need. He growled, “I’m gonna fill that sweet pussy up, you want that from Daddy, huh?”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Ask and one shall receive. Bucky felt his balls draw up and he came with an embarrassingly slutty groan. He drooled onto her neck, gasping through the brunt of his body emptying into her wet heat. She cooed, “Oh, so good, ah thank you daddy.” Bucky collapsed halfway onto his girlfriend, still firmly snug inside.

She rubbed a trembling hand across his bloodied shoulders, serumed body already working on knitting the claw marks back up. Bucky simply breathed, unable to come up with intelligent words. His brain had probably shot out of his dick. She maddeningly caressed his, ugh, love handle.

Bucky groaned, “Stop it.”

She retracted the touch and rasped, throat bruised from yelling, “One day I’m going to convince you Buck. Perfect as you are.” Bucky snorted, “We’ll see about that.” He softened at her lithe hands pushing his sweaty hair back, grinning like he’d hung the moon. He murmured, “You’re going to be the death of me.”

She giggled and cuddled up like a damn koala. Bucky didn’t truly mind, albeit she may be delusional and think overweight one hundred year old former assassins are sexy. He was glad he’d been able to find the loon, all his to boot. Bucky shook his head in amusement, the feeling of her sharp teeth on his chin again, him starting to protest.

#bucky barnes x reader #chubby!bucky #avengers are shit stirrers #bucky barnes smut #dom bucky barnes #reader is sunshine rainbow bitch #Bucky Is Over It #centenarian life crisis

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saturncodedstarlette · 10 months

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⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⋆✦⋆ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

“If someone tries to hurt you, I need you to tell me.”

“I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m not your problem.”

“Be my problem.”

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⋆✦⋆ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

#Original : Boys of Brayshaw by Meagan Brandy #Call of duty x reader #Jujutsu kaisen x reader #Resident Evil x reader #Genshin Impact x reader #Rainbow Six x reader #Dividers credit : grandvhs #spiderverse x reader #One piece x reader #Demon Slayer x reader #Chainsaw man x reader #Trigun x reader #Gokurakugai x reader #Honkai star rail x reader #x reader #Witcher x reader #Hazbin hotel x reader #scp foundation x reader

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fake-intelligences · 4 days

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can she stop looking at me like that before my clothes disappear

#paige bueckers #ice brady #gay bitch #i wanna taste that rainbow #uconn #uconn huskies #uconn wbb #uconn women’s basketball #paige bueckers x reader

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leafwateraddict · 2 months

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Some more jester!reader for @htsan :3

Alternate ending where reader lets the crown fall ↓

#they are so silly your honor #i love my rainbow pencils :3 #they perfectly encapsulate beauty in chaos #also jester can control thre ends of their hat because why the hell not #jester au #jester reader #undertale au #sans x reader #sans x self insert #leafs art

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dema-heart · 4 months

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Lipstick stains 💋

Hobie x gn! Makeup wearing reader

Makeup but mostly lipstick

A little physical teasing, but nothing too saucy

Just a cute short

"Babe!" You yelled, leaning closer to the mirror to check your makeup. You hummed in approval at the cute but bold look. All that was missing was lipstick.

"Yeah?" Hobie peaked into the bathroom, tilting his head a bit. His eyes scanned you for a second as you waved him in. He smirked, hands coming to wrap around your waist and head resting on your shoulder.

"What can I do for a pretty doll like you?" He placed a quick kiss to your neck, making you shiver, before looking up at you through the mirror.

"I need you to pick a lip color for me, love." You relax against him, grinning playfully when you feel him tense as your hips connect. You give him a wink through the mirror, wiggling your hips against his playfully before turning around in his arms with a cheeky grin, booping his nose.

"None of that now, Hobie. I have somewhere to be here soon, so pick." You gesture behind you to his two choices for your lip look. He doesn't spare them a glance, the hands that now rest on your waist, holding you in a bruising grip. His gaze is hooded as he steps forward, forcing you against the counter and him.

He was pressed flush against you, his hands on your waist, causing you to arch slightly into him as he leaned down. You take a sharp breath before closing your eyes.

When nothing happens, you peak up at him only to see his teasing grin. Frowning, you watch as he leans away, holding up one of the lipsticks.

Rolling your eyes with a huff, you glare up at him, taking it from his hands as he backs off with a snicker.

"Thought you said you had somewhere to be." He teases, flashing a cheeky grin through the mirror as he leaned back against the wall.

"Shut up, Hobart."

You look at the lipstick humming in approval at the color before applying it.

With a pop of your lips, you smile into the mirror before turning to hobie.

"What do you think?" You make a silly face at him puckering your lips.

He shakes his head, laughing as he steps into your space.

"You look stunning, hun. Absolutely breathtaking as always"

You beam,smiling up at him as he leans down to peck your lips, careful not to smudge your lipstick.

"Well, aren't you a charmer. Come here." You motion for him to lean down, and he shakes his head, chuckling, already knowing what you're up to.

Gently, you grasp his chin, turning his face and planting a kiss on his cheek. Pressing your lips a bit hardder, you make sure your lipstick mark stains his cheek.

You can feel his face rise with his grin as you pull back. "There now we're both ready for the day."

"Yeah?" you're met with his cheeky grin and raised eyebrow. You always "accidentally" put on too much lipstick and just so happen to believe Hobie looks good with your kiss marked on his cheek all day.

Grinning, you tap his non-marked cheek with your hand sliding away before you really were late.

"I'll see you later Hobs, love you!"

You turn back to look at Hobie as you open the door, his goofy grin making the kiss mark more prominent. You snicker to yourself, knowing he's gonna proudly show it off when he goes to see his mates here soon.

"Love you too. Try to have a good day,luv."

You smile at his response, blowing a kiss that he catches and pretends to place on his already marked cheek, making you laugh as you close the door.

#hobie brown x reader #hobie brown #rainbow's bookshelf #hobie brown x gn!reader #hobie brown x y/n

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 9 months

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Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, clashing personalities, exclusion, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: moody boy Curtis Everett x bubbly, plus-size reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

It’s your first day at work. Your nerves have simmered over to a nice whirlwind. Even as you sit at your desk, going through the various training materials. You haven’t managed to calm down. Your heart is beating so fast.

Everyone’s been nice. You don’t know why you’re jittering. Like your mother says, you’re overthinking, and like your father says, you need to sit still. You grab the armrests and try to make yourself stop moving. It only makes you want to boil over.

You swivel back and forth and look at your coworkers. They’re all so busy like bees in a hive. They know exactly what they’re doing and you still feel lost as you sift through endless SOPs and corporate training videos.

You see a woman with purplish red curls with a mug, steam curling over the brim. Ah, that’s a good excuse for a break. You still need to figure out the office coffee machine. Daniella, your supervisor, briefly pointed it out during her tour. It’s one of those fancy industrial pod brewers.

You stand and nearly skip between the desks. Be cool. You slow your pace and hold your shoulders straight, your squared toed kitten heels clacking on the tile. You poke your head into the kitchen and find only one other employee inside.

The man’s shoulders are broad and straight as he stares silently at the coffee machine. It grinds and spurts out dark coffee. You come up next to him to peruse the spinning rack of pods, tapping your chin as you think. You peek over at him.

“Hi,” you smile, “any recommendations?”

His pale blue eyes meet yours for an instant before quickly flicking back to his cup. A plain black porcelain mug without any decoration or glitz. You already know which cup you want to bring in; the one that looks like a honey pot and has a small lid resembling a bear sticking his head out with a little honeycomb stitch between his ears.

You take one of the paper cups and a pod of the butterscotch twist. You stand back and wait your turn. He scowls as if mentally urging the cup to fill.

“I’m…” you introduce yourself, “I just started over in Research and Development.”

He doesn’t respond. He puts his hands behind him, clutching them tightly as his forearms tense. The tendons bulge out beneath his skin. His sleeves are rolled to his elbows, a grey button up with black trousers. A bit grim but an aesthetic for sure. There’s several rings on his fingers as they curl around each other.

“It’s my first day,” you continue the one-sided conversation, “so… that’s why you never saw me before.”

He growls and grabs his cup as the machine dings. He doesn’t acknowledge you as he turns on his heel and marches out. You watch his back and shrug, blowing out between your lips. You get it, some people aren’t the social type.

You put your cup under the spout and tap the touchscreen. It takes you a lot of poking around to figure out how to brew the coffee. You step back and wait. Caffeine should definitely help your nerves… fuel them at least.

💗

Lunchtime comes and you grab your bento box and head down to the cafeteria. Daniella said you could eat your desk if you wished but you need a break from the screen. Besides, you notice that most people don’t.

You enter the cafeteria. There are tables here and there but they’re already crowded. You notice a few people from your department and head over to that table. Tammy moves her bag onto the seat before you can claim it. You frown and apologise as you back away.

Hmm.

You look around. You don’t know anyone. You don’t mind making new friends but it’s like high school all over again. Everyone has their clique and you’re just wandering in between.

Your gaze falls on the only table with more than one seat free. There’s a single person sitting at it, his head down as he runs his hand over his close cut hair. Hey, it’s… that guy. He didn’t give you his name.

You cross the room and near a chair, putting your hand on the back of it as you hover by the table.

“Hi, um, do you mind if I sit here?”

His eyes dart up and he says nothing. He shrugs and sits back, smoothing out the pages of the book in front of him. You sit, your bento box clanging loudly as you do. You give a sheepish smile as he clears his throat but doesn’t look at you.

You flip back the clasp and pop open the lid. He shifts in his chair as you take out your plastic cutlery from the little compartment. You try to be quiet but you can’t help but hit the fork off the side.

You look over at him. He has only his empty mug and a half-eaten protein bar. You look back at your colourful medley of food. Maybe he’s on a diet.

“Do you like hummus?” You ask.

He doesn’t look up. You bite your lip. You’re just being friendly but maybe he’s not hungry.

“Um, uh, you remember me?” You poke at your couscous, “from the kitchen? I didn’t get your name.”

He sighs and turns the page. You nod. Not much of a talker. You let your fork lean on the edge of the bento and grab the sides of your chair, scraping it closer. He snarls and finally looks at you.

You stop and show your teeth like a threatened animal. His jaw clenches and he refocus on his book. You stir the couscous and take a bite, swallowing as your curiosity piques.

“What are you read–”

“I’m not,” he grits and shuts the book without marking the page.

He stands and pockets the protein bar, swiping up his mug and book. You gape at him, stunned. You don’t know why he’s so upset. You’re just trying to be polite. He storms away and you frown at your food. Well, you’ve always got a friend in snacks!

#curtis everett #dark curtis everett #dark!curtis everett #curtis everett x reader #drabble #series #au #sunshine lollipops and rainbows #snowpiercer

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frogchiro · 3 months

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To add onto to R6S thirst fuze and Kapkan are some men you would wanna check out !

Kapkan is so large and heavy build for what?? Like,, his shoulders are so fucking broad I want him to put me in a headlock ;;

Also his voice and the line about being a real hunter? I immediately imagined him liking a little bit of predator play where he'll chase after you through the cold woods deep in Russia in the dead of the night, giving you a slight ahead jump 'because he's not that cruel' :((

Just imagine running, your heart beating out of your chest in a mix of excitement and fear as you can basically feel the huge, burly man being hot on your heels even if you don't see or hear him and the darkness in the barely illuminated wood aren't helping you at all.

Imagine Kapkan eventually catching you, because of course he does, and wrangles you to the ground, his heavy body covering you as he mounts you, mating with you like two animals in heat right then and there in the middle of the dark wood, your sounds of mutual pleasure echoing through the night <3

In the end you'll end up cuddling by a small fire Kapkan put together in the opening of a small cave he found, his large, warm body warming you up as you sit in his lap, wrapped tightly in his cloak and a fur he brought along, nuzzling into the large male's neck while he murmurs into your ear sweet nothings in russian, calling you his best, lovely girl and how thankful he is that you did this for him <3

#kin speaks #asks #interactions #rainbow six siege x reader #kapkan x reader #kapkan #r6s kapkan #r6s x reader #rainbow six siege

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rowiewritesstuff · 4 months

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Rainbow dash x peguaus!y/n headcanons

I do love My little pony but I haven't seen it in a while D: This is hella short

Rainbow Dash

Rainbow Dash is competitive- so when she found out someone else could do the Rainboom, she wanted a race. She found you and challenged you in front of everyone, and you were hesitant to accept.

From the added pressure from your friends, you accepted. You were both to meet up at the top of a nearby mountain.

A week passed, and you met her and a small crowd of ponies. You shook her hoof. “I hope this is a good race.”

“I’m sure it will be! Good luck!” Rainbow Dash was surprisingly sweet despite her competitive nature.

Twilight shook the flag, and you both took off. You were neck and neck, going so fast your face pulled back from the wind. You tried to go faster, but neither of you could get ahead of the other.

Soon enough, two gorgeous explosions of rainbow exploded behind the two of you. It was a gorgeous sight to see and it made the sky look almost like a stained glass window.

When the two of you landed, you were panting for air. It was an exhausting race- and a tie. You both laughed and congratulated one another. Your respective friends crowded around cheering and laughing.

Rainbow Dash, before you could leave, asked if you wanted to go get some apple cider. Of course, you said yes.

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wandasfifthwife · 4 months

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RAINBOW DASH | HURT/COMFORT

Paring: Rainbow Dash x fem!reader

Content: you and Rainbow were excited to enter into the competition together up until she begins to prefer another teammate over you

tw: established relationship (rainbow x reader), hurt/comfort, insecure!reader, arguments, jealousy, make up, rainbow is mean (uses your insecurities against you), happy ending, there is a kiss (oh nooo)

Note: both characters are 17-18 years old in their senior year of high school, do not copy my work, not proofread— enjoy!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You two have been talking about it for months. The senior competition.

Rainbow sat beside you, animatedly talking about the challenges the competition said to have to the one’s who listened. The cafeteria was filled, everyone eventually joining the table as they left their last class.

Sunset had been listening for the past ten minutes, amused but not surprised at Rainbow’s rambles.

“It’s no surprise to any of us that you’re excited Rainbow,” Sunset shifts in her set, “we’re all coming to watch.”

Rainbow makes a sound with her mouth, “of course you will. Who isn’t?”

You feel awkward at the table, almost removed. You want to feel excited for the both of you, but there’s a nagging voice in your mind saying you’re going to hold Rainbow back with your weaker athletic abilities.

Sunset repeating your name multiple times has you blinking to regain focus.

“Are you alright?”

You force a smile at her and Rainbow.

“Never better.”

Rainbow continues her rambling. You smile at her, ignoring the look Sunset was giving you.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Rainbow lets out an excited sound, pulling you close to her. You wrap your arms around her as well, shutting your eyes tight.

“There’s no chance we’re going to loose. After this week of practice, they’ll all going down.”

You hum in her chest, pulling her closer, not wanting to go work out just yet. She reciprocates for only a second before pushing you back and running onto the field.

You bite your cheek and follow, trying to tell yourself that you’re being stupid and she wouldn’t think such things of you. If for some reason she did, why did she choose you as her partner?

The first few practices go well. With Rainbow occasionally teasing you and telling you little details through the day, it makes you forget about the other’s at practice as well.

The fourth day of practice, a girl about your age approaches Rainbow while the two of you are stretching.

“Breathe, are you wanting to pass out?”

You laugh, opening your mouth to respond when the girl begins to address Rainbow.

“Hey Rainbow.”

You look up from your toes, going to smile at the girl but she pays you no mind. Rainbow smiles awkwardly at her, laughing.

“Hey,” she draws the word out, “long time no see?”

The girl rolls her eyes.

“You clearly don’t remember me. We played soccer together back in middle school before I moved away?”

The hand that was resting on your back leaves to take the girl’s hand to pull Rainbow to stand. You shiver from the cold air, missing the warmth of her hand. A genuine smile comes on Rainbow’s face.

“Lane? Oh my gosh, it’s been so long! What’re you doing here?”

Lane smiles back, “for the competition. My family and I moved back here not too long ago.”

A whistle blows, indicating the stretching time has ended. Lane looks behind her to who you assume is her partner for the tournament.

“I’ll see you later, Dash.”

Rainbow waves, staring at her leave. You get up from your stretch, placing a hand on her shoulder, smiling.

“We should meet up with the others for the next part now, yeah?”

She smiles back, “yeah sure, right. Let’s go.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

There was a day left of practice. The competition being only a day away was taking a toll on Rainbow. It showed in her words and actions.

She pushed you harder. Some of her words were being spoken mindlessly, but you excused them, chalking it up to nerves.

You knew her, these words weren’t how she actually felt. She’s gotten nervous like this before. That’s what you told yourself, but the last practice ended in tears after Rainbow had walked you home.

You didn’t tell her of course. She waited until you got inside your home safely and she still texted you when she returned safely. All was fine, she was just stressed.

Rainbow stands beside you now, barely stretching as she chats with Lane. That’s all this week has been since she’s showed up.

Lane this and Lane that. This competition was supposed to be a memory spent between the two of you.

You push everything down, laying on the grass watching Rainbow fail at keeping her cool talking to Lane. You roll your eyes dramatically, hating how this other girl was taking time you and Dash could’ve had.

Rainbow is still mindlessly chatting with Lane when you pat her leg immaturely wanting her to pay attention at you.

“Hey Rare, pass me my bottle?”

She doesn’t even look to you as she grabs your water bottle from the stands and sets it by your head. An ugly feeling begins to crawl in your heart at the action.

You lay defeated, ignoring her and looking up to the sky instead. Lane laughs at something Rainbow says and just you want to mock the way she sounds.

“My goodness, I do remember that! We made such a good team, Dash.”

It’s as if in that moment you could feel Lane’s glare. You look to the two of them and Lane smiled at you.

“Dash, what if we teamed up again for training tomorrow? Like old times?”

You try to hide the way your heart stutters at the question. Rainbow stutters from her question as well, looking down to you but you had already looked away. She laughs, something she does when she’s nervous.

“Uh- I. Are you okay if—?”

Lane cuts Rainbow off, scoffing.

“You have to ask her? It’s just a competition, nothing to it. We can do all our moves from middle school, come on.”

Rainbow stares at you, feeling a bit awkward at the way you were ignoring her. She takes your silence as an answer.

“Yeah, let’s.”

Lane lets out an excited shout, setting her hand on Rainbow’s arm.

“Perfect! Can’t wait Rainbow! Oh and your friend can have my partner, they’ll do just fine.”

When Lane leaves there’s a heavy silence between the two of you. You can feel your heart beat in your ears with how hard it was beating.

Rainbow sits by you on the ground, you can tell she feels uncomfortable. You had your arms crossed on your stomach. She looks at you, knowing she’s done wrong.

Rainbow leans her head on her arm, using her other hand to trace your fingers. Despite being upset, you don’t move away from her touch. When you barely budge or smile from her small gesture, she sighs moving to intertwine your hands.

“If it matters to you I can go tell Lane I don’t want to be teammates tomorrow.”

Your insecurities fall away a bit, appreciative that she cares to check in on you. You turn your head to face her, meeting her eyes.

“You just want to have fun with an old friend. It’s fine.”

She smiles, squeezing your hand.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Tomorrow was the competition. It was weird at lunch when the conversation of you two doing the competition changed to Rainbow and Lane doing it. It was fine.

You go about as normal when you get to the locker room, grabbing the clothes from your locker to change. Another girl sits by you as you began to tie your shoes.

“I’m Flint. We’re training today since Rainbow Dash and Lane are teaming.”

You hum in acknowledgment, introducing yourself to her as well before you two excited onto the field. Practice was weird with Flint. Training began and you had to explain what stretching was to Flint as she just stood there cluelessly.

It seemed Rainbow and Lane picked it up where they left it. You should be happy for her, but you felt a bit jealous every time you saw them.

She didn’t walk you home that day, saying she wanted to spend more time with Lane. You forced a smile, and let her go after a hug. You two were fine.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The morning of the competition you texted Rainbow your excitement before heading to school. She told you at the beginning of the week that she’d wait for you by your lockers at 9:30AM before the tournament, but it was empty.

You changed into the school’s uniform and sat, waiting. Other students came in and left and before you knew it about an hour had passed.

You call Rainbow, and you hear her phone ring from behind you. Opening her locker, her phone lies on top of her clothes, buzzing. There was twenty minutes before the tournament started.

The locker room was empty besides for you as everyone had already made their way outside. You sat back on the bench, confused and worried as to why she hasn’t shown up.

Rainbow enters the room seconds later, smiling at Lane. You cross to room, standing in front of Lane.

“Can you excuse us?”

Lane gives Rainbow a look, “see you out there.”

Rainbow’s face is blank when she looks to you and it scares you. Your heart jumps in anxiety, going to the worst possible place that she’s breaking up with you.

You take a deep breath, reminding yourself of what she’s told you before. She cares, you have to remind yourself that. She cares and she would want to know how you’re feeling.

“Rainbow, I have been here for an hour. You said on Monday to meet you here at 9:30.”

“Did I say that?”

She says looking off to the side, rubbing her neck.

“Yes, you did. What’s going on?”

“I just,” she begins, “I swapped partners. Look I know you wanted to do this with me, but Lane is just… so awesome and she’ll help us win.”

Your heart dropped, “oh.”

“Yeah,” she draws it out, “sorry. It’s not that you’re bad. She’s just… better.”

She pats your shoulder before heading to her locker, setting an item away. Anger begins to fill where hurt is.

“Why does everything have to be about winning?”

You whisper, too quiet for Rainbow to understand but loud enough for her to hear your voice. Rainbow turns around, changing her shirt into your school jersey.

“What?”

“Why does everything have to be about winning?”

She laughs, “because it’s fun?”

“No, it means more than that for you to just ditch me completely.”

“Woah,” she puts her hands up, “I’m not ditching you.”

“Well obviously yes you are Rainbow if you’ve changed our team information this morning? I never cared for this competition, I only joined it to support and spend time with you.”

Rainbow closes her locker, “look, it’s not that big of a deal, okay? It’s only for a day.”

“It’s a big deal to me Rainbow. This competition has changed you, you’ve been ignoring me and it hurts. You only care for Lane because she compliments your huge ego. You didn’t even care to correct her when she called me, “your friend.”

Rainbow’s heart hurts at the truth in your words. Instead of accepting your calling out of her recent behaviors, the hurt turns to anger. Her pride taking up too much room to care to talk maturely.

“Maybe if you were half the person Lane is, I wouldn’t have ditched you.”

She immediately regrets what she says the moment it came out of her mouth.

“Maybe I was wrong for thinking you cared.”

Your voice shook when you said it, but your eyes were cold looking at her. Your face contorted into one of hurt, tears filling your eyes as you shoved your stuff into your bag.

Rainbow calls out your name, following after you. Since everyone was mandated to either go to the game and head home, the hallways were left empty. You ignored her, trying to not cry as you crossed the school grounds. The yells of the student section could be heard from inside, echoing through the darkened hallways.

Once you reach the hallway leading to the entrance, Rainbow catches up to you, stopping you. She stands in front, holding her arms out. When she sees your tear-stained face, she cowards.

“Move Rainbow.”

“Will you just listen to me? I’m sorry, alright? I did only care about winning and it did make me change our position. I just wanted to make everyone see that I was able to win the senior year team.”

“And that’s great Rainbow, really.”

You make a move to swerve around her, but she doesn’t let you. You bit your cheek looking away from her, trying not to cry anymore than the amount you have.

“I’m sorry. I should have never valued winning more than you, and I should have never said what I said back there. Lane and you are two totally different people. Like she’s awesome and all, but she’s not you.”

You don’t respond, instead you just lean back against the lockers behind you. You slide onto the ground, your bag flopping beside you. Rainbow comes and sits beside you.

“I really am sorry. I should have never entertained what you’ve said before makes you feel insecure just because I was upset.”

“No you shouldn’t have.”

She fidgets with her fingers beside you. The two of you sitting in silence. She looks to you.

“Can you forgive me? I promise I won’t do any of this again.”

You look at her, “you won’t do it again?”

She nods, and you give her a watery smile, a tear falling down your cheek. She leans her body into you, smiling back.

She glances down to your lips, silently asking. When you nod, she moves closer is possible, adjusting herself.

You close your eyes as her hand comes up hold your face, wiping the tear away. She pulls your face closer, kissing you.

“I love you,” you whisper to her.

“Uh duh, of course you do.”

#rainbow dash x reader #mlp x reader #rainbow dash x fem!reader

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