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We’ve bought a few different geode kits over the years and had a lot of fun cracking them open. Plus, you never know what you’re going to get. It’s a great experience. And now it comes in larger sizes: National Geographic’s Jumbo Geodes kit. 

If you want more geodes at a smaller size, they’ve got that, too. Smaller ones make an excellent birthday party activity and then the kids can take their geodes home. Sparkly science FTW.

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[eclipsecrowned]

discovering my workplace has rolled out childrens birthday packages at select stores.

i work at a hardware store.

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Sex doll (chapter six)

⟩ Worst!Logan x mutant!reader

Author's note: I'm triying not to write smut in every chapter but is so hard when this man is so damn hot, ugh, old Logan has me diying. 😭

Also, let me know if you want me to tag you! <3

WARNINGS: +18, MDI, teasing, everyone ships them together, oral sex (m reciving), unprotected sex, creampie, P in V, Dom!worst!Logan, mentions of PTSD, nightmares, angst, dirty talk, age gap ( reader is mid 20's )

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In the days leading up to the dinner party Wade was hosting, it had become a regular occurrence for Logan to stop by the bar where she worked, waiting for her to close and walking her back home, and while she hadn’t asked, she knew Wade must be pestering him about it.

So it’s on one of her days off, when she’d done the favor of picking up a couple of items for the blind AI from the grocery store, that she decides to go up and knock on the door. Hearing footsteps on the other side, the mercenary’s presence greets her, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“Peanut is not at home,” He says, pretending to be a worried mother and you can see his index finger moving back and forth. “Tsk, tsk, there’s a curfew in this house, he is being irresponsible, young lady.”

She groans as she pushes him aside, forcing her way in and looks at him raising an eyebrow at Vanessa sitting on the couch. They both smile at each other and she leaves the paper bag on the counter as she walks over to hug her, she can hear him snort in the background. “Sweetheart, your favoritism is showing.”

“Oh no no, keep taking the grumpy handsome, there are already too many of us in here and he can get away from this idiot.” She hears AI shout from somewhere in the house and wonders how recently Wade had upset her to earn that response, she also hears the mercenary gasp, and sees him bring his hand to his chest.

“She loves me, the lack of cocaine has her annoyed.”

She rolls her eyes and sighs, touching Vanessa’s shoulder in a loving gesture before walking away and finding the older woman to give her the bag. But as she leaves the room, the mercenary figure stops her and grabs her arm with a dirty look.

“There are no secrets between girls, right? Am I going to have to organize a sleepover for you to give me details?” He asks, wiggling his nonexistent eyebrows and she brings a hand to the bridge of her nose.

“Has he not stabbed you recently?” she asks, seeing his smile widen and hearing the humming that follows.

“I think it’s more accurate that he has stabbed you with something else recently, but hey, I’m not judging.” He gasps when her foot connects directly with his stomach, and she pats his shoulder lightly before walking away, a fake smile tugging at her lips.

“See you at dinner.” She says goodbye and she can hear him mutter something like “bring him back” before closing the door behind her and going back to her apartment.

(...)

However, she ignores Wade’s words and Logan spends more time in her bed as the days pass, it has almost become a routine for the mutant to sleep in her bed even though they both spend the day apart with her working and the mutant spending time in the apartment above or at the bars. They end up in a silent agreement where she gives him a copy of the key to her apartment for those days when he feels like killing Wade, and at some point he tells her an anecdote about how he had ended up shutting him up and now the carpet in the apartment was reddish brown to the disgust of the old woman who had tried to clean it without success.

On the day of the dinner she had decided to change her day off, so she had spent the morning inside her apartment, and when the time comes she can’t help but be a little nervous.

She knocks, and it is Vanessa who greets her with a glass in her hand that she gives in, they both greet each other and her gaze scans the room, in the background she can see some of the X-men and it is an open secret that not only does she not have the best reputation, but her relationship with the group of mutants is far from politness. Her gaze catches Logan's, who is next to a brown-haired teenager and vaguely remembers the mercenary's words about how the original had fathered a daughter.

She makes no move to approach so as not to interrupt and her heart flutters as her gaze softens, somewhat touched by the sight of both of them. However, it does not last too long, since she feels a hand on her shoulder and only knows that it is him.

"See how cute? Wouldn't you like to be a stepmother?" He asks mockingly, and looks at him over her shoulder.

"Have you talked to her about having children yet?" she counters, removing her hand with an innocent smile and he hums, tilting his head.

"Nu-huh. I'd probably get addicted, you know, have 3 or 4 and with my luck they'd come out as blonde as Serena's hair,” He replies in a whisper, even though Vanessa is far from hearing them and a laugh escapes her. “Besides, what kind of hero would I be if I left a poor helpless old lady alone?”

“Mmm, I think it would be more of a relief.” she murmurs, and bows slightly at the elbow the mercenary gives him in the stomach with a gasp.

“Oops.” He says, hands rising in a placating gesture and when she looks up in irritation, she sees him surreptitiously pointing with his chin in the direction of where the mutant who has been sharing his nights for weeks is.

He is alone reclining on the same sofa, with a glass of alcohol in his hand. She reaches out and grabs his hand and Wade practically pushes her forward. “Wilson.”

She growls in a low whisper, and turns to pull away the hand that is resting on her back, a long pinch makes him jerk and he brings his injured arm to his chest.

“Are you going to play coy now? Use that dress for something.”

They both argue in whispers, and between struggles the glass of alcohol she was holding ends up falling on her black dress, soaking a large part of her abdomen.

“I'm going to kill you.” Her gaze travels to him with murderous intentions and Wade steps back almost looking guilty, approaching the table to grab some napkins as she rips them from his hand. She hears him mutter a response, but doesn't finish it when her foot hits his shin with the tip of her heel.

A snort escapes her lips and she dodges the mercenary's friends as she heads towards the bathroom, her nose wrinkling at the smell, and she throws the door open, hearing Vanessa's voice calling her in the background.

But she doesn't pay attention to her and closes it when she enters, turning on the faucet and lightly wetting the area, at least, trying to combat the smell and tries to dry it with a towel she takes out of the closet when she hear a knock on the door.

“Busy.”

She answers, with a hint of annoyance but the knocks insist and she finds herself throwing open the door, part of her was expecting Wade's girlfriend, but it's not her who is holding a navy blue dress.

“It's Vanessa's.” It's the only thing he says and his gaze is fixed on her face, still holding the towel and with her other hand on the door. His tall figure blocks the view of the room, and she sees him wrinkle his nose with a mocking smile pulling at the corners of his lips, but she looks at him with half-closed eyes as she snatches the dress that was hanging from his finger.

At this point she was beginning to believe that even Vanessa wanted to see them together.

“Hello to you too,” The mere thought made her turn around, leaving the new dress leaning against the sink. Not that she was going to waste the opportunity. “Well? Are you going to come in or...?”

She asks, reaching behind her back for the zipper that reached her back. Her gaze reaches him through the mirror, and she can't help but smile when she can see through the reflection how his gaze is on her exposed legs. He closes the door a little more abruptly than he should and their gazes meet, with a slight snort he realizes that he's been caught, but that doesn't stop him from grabbing her waist from behind, with his other hand traveling to the zipper and pulling it down in one movement.

It opens and the front part falls, although it sticks lightly to her wet abdomen, the only thing that stops the garment from falling to the floor is that it rests on her hips. Leaving her black bra exposed, his hand makes the move to go up and the contact makes her shudder.

Her breathing quickens, and she pulls his hand away to turn around, her hands traveling to either side of his face as she pulls him close and kisses him, despite spending most nights together, they don't have as much sex as Wade's perverted mind seems to think and she finds herself most nights waking the mutant from his nightmares or using her powers to calm him down. She herself used to be plagued by nightmares, so alcohol was her ally against them but lately their nights together had become more spaced out too much to her disappointment.

Her hand rests on the sink and her skin prickles as it comes into contact with the cold surface, his kisses travel to her neck and she throws her head back, feeling his other hand grip her breast. A wave of arousal runs through her and she can feel the wetness in her underwear, which doesn't go unnoticed by the mutant, she sees him raise his head, but she stops herself when she sees his attention is elsewhere, and he looks over his shoulder at the door, seconds before a knock interrupts.

Logan curses under his breath as he lets go, and her gaze travels to his pants, noticing the erection that is squeezing them. But she quickly moves away, and he watches her struggle to put on the new dress that resists sticking to her damp skin, so he puts his hands on either side of the garment and pulls it up to her breasts.

The knocks insist, and when he opens the door he sees Peter's gaze travel between them with a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. From a distance Logan recognizes the TVA woman who almost returned him to his dimension, and neither of them say anything when they pass by, but he sees out of the corner of his eye how she smiles apologetically before moving away from the hallway.

The wet dress is still in her hand, and as the hours pass he notices how Logan loses some of his interest in staying after Laura leaves the dinner with Yukio. He can see Wade and Vanessa talking in a corner while the rest seem to be starting conversations on their own and it is he who reaches for her hand to get her attention.

“Shall we go?” She asks beforehand, and hears the mutant sigh. They both leave without saying goodbye, after all tomorrow she would have to go back up to return the dress to the brunette, and the arrival at her apartment is silent until they both enter.

She is faster because she has been waiting for the moment since she saw the bulge in his pants and she doesn’t waste any time in pushing him towards the couch and getting on top of him.

“I almost felt bad, mine can be hidden at least.” She murmurs, and hears him grunt, seeing him roll his eyes while wrinkling his nose. Well, not completely hidden.

She sees him tense in anticipation as she gets off his lap and kneels in front of him, it’s instinctive but his hand has already wrapped itself in her hair as she works to get rid of the belt and everything in between his naked erection. She hears him swallow as her tongue brushes the tip and her hand wraps around the base, while her tongue goes up and down his cock, teasing him but he doesn't complain and instead his head is resting on the couch, looking at her with half-closed eyes.

She sort of takes pity on him, and takes his cock into her mouth, the heat and wetness are welcomed as she feels his grip on her hair tighten, and she sucks lightly. It doesn't take long for her to feel the wetness dampening her panties again and rubbing her thighs in an involuntary gesture, it doesn't help to remember how his fingers felt inside her last time but it doesn't stop her.

She keeps a slow pace, mainly focusing on the tip as she pulls him out of her mouth with small kisses and licks, sometimes running her tongue around it until she puts it back in. She can tell it's not enough, because when she looks up she sees him clenching his jaw.

The sight would make her smile if her mouth weren't occupied and soon the situation turns into a kind of competition as her whole intention is to listen to him beyond the sound of his labored breathing.

Her fingers squeeze his balls and she slides his cock in until the tip touches the back of her throat, her movements becoming messier and it feels almost like a victory when she hears him make a sound.

“Fuck.” He moans, trying to keep his attention on her gaze, the glint in her eyes making something twist at the longing in them, his head spinning at the thought of her asking for his approval, and his hand travels to her cheek, thumb brushing against her cheekbone when he sees her bend down again, hollowing her cheeks with tears in the corners of her eyes.

His breath hitches as she sucks and the hand holding her hair moves away to dig his fingers into the couch, his throbbing cock just an incentive for her, and they both know he's close, with her attention focusing on his tip, she closes her lips over it, her tongue pressing in as her hand cupped his base up and down and interspersing with her mouth, trying to bring him over the edge.

The smell of her arousal didn't help him hold back, wanting to enjoy her touch more and watching her spit on her hand, fingers closing over his cock and her lips wrapping around the tip until she goes down again, he hears her hum as she tastes the precum and her lips are relentless as she goes back up. He opens his mouth to warn her, but her eyes find his and her lust-laden gaze makes him growl, a lascivious smile before his tip brushes her throat and he spills out, his hips pushing lightly against her face as he feels her swallow.

He straightens up slightly, still feeling her tongue flick before she pulls away and her tongue runs over her cum and saliva stained lips. Sitting up, she sits on his lap with her legs on either side of his, and the sudden weight makes his eyes open, his brown orbs shining with pure desire.

It’s a few minutes before he recovers and his breathing becomes more stable, where she’s leaning against his chest leaving a trail of lazy kisses and her hand wrapped around his member, feeling it harden without a warning sound. His hands travel up her dress and pull it up to her abdomen, his mouth searching for her ear as his other hand rests on her lower back, pulling her closer to him.

“It’s not easy when your scent has been present all damn dinner,” he growls, and although Logan is always ready for foreplay, the way she grinds her hips against him lets him know that his fingers are not what she wants.

“Can you blame me?” she gasps, and she can feel him pull her hand away to grab his own erection, the other hooking under her leg to lift her hips, and his tip lines up against her entrance, rubbing against her arousal. “Do you think I didn’t notice the way you looked at me in the bathroom?”

She moans, watching him roll his eyes, but he doesn’t deny it and begins to thrust in, her teeth catching his bottom lip at the stretch and the feeling of fullness has her digging her fingers into his shoulders. “F-Fuck, you’re so big. What were you thinking earlier, mm? Bending me over the sink and lifting up my dress?”

The look in his eyes tells her she’s not far off the mark but the snap of his hips steals her speech as he begins to thrust into her and she hovers over him, moaning against his ear as he fills her, pushing in against her walls that threaten to trap him.

His hands go to her hips, holding her in place but she’s relentless in her attempts to tease him and he somehow finds it amusing how her drunk self is quieter than when she’s sober.

“Why? Is that what you were thinking while you had my cock in your mouth?” he asks, his voice husky, and the way her walls clench makes his rhythm become more disordered. The rawness of his words makes a wave of arousal run through her, and her nails dig into his shoulders.

“So fucking good.” She moans, and her mouth finds his because she'll have time to tease him later. His face buries itself in her neck when they part and she feels the tingle of her power on her fingers but she holds it back. “I'm close.”

It's all she says as she moves her hips to his rhythm, her walls contracting with the impending orgasm and his teeth nibbling at her neck as his rhythm becomes rougher, his hands returning to her hips and pulling her back a little, finding another angle that makes her tremble on him, her legs jumping up and down a little as they begin to ache.

“Cum for me.” His tone keeps her spinning, and the demand makes something in her break, the tug in her abdomen drawing out a long moan as she lets herself fall onto his chest and he leans back, still pounding into her core seeking his own release. “Fuck, that little pussy of yours feels so damn good.”

Curses, a thin layer of sweat covering him as his erection throbs and becomes erratic, he slides his fingers up her thighs as he empties himself inside her, seemingly never ending, and she gasps at the warm feeling inside her, spasms still shaking her slightly.

His grip on her is tight, and her head rests against his chest. “You know, you could stay as long as you want…”

She murmurs, and Logan can tell the effects of the orgasm are affecting by her sleepy tone. So he takes it as a sign to sit up and pulls out of her, pulling up his pants, hearing her disappointed moan as he picks her up, and lets her wrap her legs around his hips as she wraps her arms around his neck.

“I don’t want to bother you.” He answers, and his tone has returned to its seriousness so despite her tiredness, she looks up at him, the wariness in his gaze catching her by surprise, frowning when she sees him look away, his sudden change having her confused and worried in equal parts.

She rolls off of him abruptly, causing him to lean forward as he thinks she’s going to fall, but her feet land on the floor with a thud, and she stops him from going into the bedroom with a hand on his chest.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” there’s a pleading tone, and his gaze briefly rests on her before he sighs, the darkness of the hallway consuming them if it weren’t for the light in the living room. “Did I do something wrong?”

She insists, and she hears him growl, his jaw clenched with his lips drawn into a thin line. Part of him fears how quickly he’s grown accustomed to her company, how she clings to him at night and her warm body is the reminder of where he is when he wakes up in the middle of the night, with her and not in his nightmares.

“Is not safe-” he starts, but her gaze cuts him off, and he only knows that something has clicked in her head when she closes the distance and grabs his chin, her comforting gaze is not what he expected, not what he deserved.

She feels stupid for not realizing it sooner but part of her had brushed it off when they had shared the bed again days after Logan left after a nightmare that had made him leave in the middle of the night, when trying to wake him up like the other times had suddenly pulled him out of one that seemed especially torturous, but her mind was too preoccupied with watching him writhe and growl to notice that his claws were out, part of the sheets torn and when her hand rests on his cheek, his eyes snap open as he sits up, grabbing her forearm and bringing his other hand to her neck, claws brushing her skin.

She could barely open her mouth to speak when he jerked away as he realized the situation, her voice calling out to him as she got out of bed only to hear the apartment door slam shut.

The memory makes her shudder, but so does him trying to push her away, her thumb brushing his cheek in an almost intimate gesture.

“It was a one-time thing, Logan. Come to bed.” She murmurs, and she can see the guilt floating in his brown orbs, the reluctance of not wanting to hurt her prevents him from giving in, and he takes a step back. “Please, nothing will happen.”

And the confidence with which she says it has him on a tightrope, remembering the smell of her fear when his edge threatened her throat.

“You don't know.” he growls, sounding hurt with himself, and his frustration only grows at the thought of what could have happened if he had gone ahead.

“I’ll find another way to wake you up, I won’t touch you again. Remember? The other times I didn’t and you didn’t react that way,” she insists, and he knows her intentions are good but hearing her blame herself makes something in him twist, his gaze fixating on her when he sees her grab his wrist. “Sleep on the couch then, please.”

He swallows, sighing in resignation which she interprets as a victory and his gaze softens when he sees how her eyes light up, a slight nod in confirmation and he sees her move to go get something in the room.

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[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader : BALLOON FIGHT AND CARNE ASADA

It was a sunny and hot day in Louisville, it was rare for this time of the year so you were about to soak it all in and take full advantage of the weather.

You had woken up earlier than usual with the kids. You three planned breakfast and gifts in bed for Jack, which he loved and let out a few tears due to the letters and gifts the kids made for him.

Originally you were all just going to head out for dinner but Mia had suggested doing something fun in the backyard, which you agreed and texted your in-laws to cancel the reservations and made a quick run to the grocery store to buy everything you needed.

You were starting up the grill when the backyard fence was being opened. “What’s all this?” He comes up to the table and dips a tortilla chip into your homemade guacamole. “I thought we were going out for dinner?”

You smile, “Your daughter had a better plan.”

“You set all this up at the last minute?” He looks around at the backyard and sees three tables decorated with table cloths, balloons and centerpieces.

You nod, “Target and dollar tree are my best friends when it comes to DIY.”

“Who’s all coming because all this looks like a party.” He wraps his hands around your waist.

“Mhmm, only your parents, Clay, Urban and the girls.” You swat his hand away. “Jackman, stop.”

“Well that’s a new one.” He murmurs around your neck, sucking on it. “It’s always, Jack, don’t stop, faster.”

You roll your eyes “Can-“

“Dude, you two went at it last night at Urban’s place. Give it a rest.” Clay yells from the kitchen.

“I need my Father’s Day gift.” Jack pulls away from your neck.

“You got your gift.”

He shakes his head. “You know what I’m talking about.” He grinds into your ass. “Jack Junior didn’t get a gift this morning.”

You snort, “Please never say that again.”

“Yes, please do us all a favor and never repeat that again.” Maggie says, glaring at her son.

Jack pulls away immediately, blushing and scratching at his neck. “MOM, when did you get here?”

“The moment you started sucking on her like a vampire.” She shakes her head, but goes to hug him. “Happy Father’s Day son.”

“Thanks ma.”

“DADDY, DADDY, DID YOU SEE WHAT MOMMA BUY US?” Ezequiel yells, running from the kitchen to the backyard.

“Careful not to run around the kitchen or grill baby.” You remind him.

“Sorry.” He whispers, walks towards Jack. “She gots us balloons. We do em with water?” He asks excitedly.

“Ohh that would be perfect little man, plus with this weather we really need to cool off a bit.” Jack tells him.

“Yeah, you definitely need to cool off.” Maggie teases him, you can’t help but chuckle at that and see how red your husband got.

“I’m gonna go start filling these up with water, come on Ezequiel.”

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“Papi, dis you like the drawing I made yous?”

“Of course I did little mama.” Urban tells Cassie, as they’re walking into The Harlow household. “They’re going to go up on my studio walls.”

Cassie gasps, “That’s cool.”

“What’s cool?” Jack asks.

“Tio Jack Jack.” Cassie runs to him. “I mades daddy drawings and he putting ems in his picture tudio.”

“That’s definitely cool.” Jack furrows his eyebrows. “But where’s my drawing?”

Cassie smiles. “Didn’t forget yous.” She diggs through her little backpack and pulls out a paper. “Look.” She points at the paper.

Jack bends down to her level to admire her work. “This you signing.” She points to a figure holding a microphone.

“This is my daddy” she points to the figure holding a camera. “This me.” She points at a figure holding a sign. “Cheering yous.”

Jack smiles and hugs Cassie. “I love it, thank you so much.”

“It go up in your singing tudio.”

Jack nods, “I’ll make sure of it.”

Cassie nods and sees Mia and EZ so she runs off yelling for them.

“Pretty good kids we got huh?” Urban asks, giving Jack a hug.

“Oh most definitely.” He hugs him back. “Did you get what Mia and Ez made for you?”

Urb nods, “Good thing I was already crying. How are they so thoughtful like that? Those three amaze me all the time.”

“Dude you’re telling me? It’s mind blowing how caring they are and how much attention they do.”

They both stand in the middle of the kitchen, staring into the backyard and taking everything in.

“Come on cry babies, we have a war to win.” Mia breaks them out from their deep thoughts.

***********

You have filled two medium sized storage bins with water as Jack and Urban took turns, filling water balloons and putting them inside of their individual bins.

“This is about to get ugly” Brian laughed, and Maggie nodded as you offered her a margarita.

You, Maggie and Michelle sat at a table far away from the splash zone, sipping on your drinks watching them goof around.

“Dude you’re outnumbered, no way you’ll win this Urban.” Clay yells.

“Tio Clay you’re mean.” Mia says, placing her hands on her waist. “I’m gonna make teams.”

Ez groans. “You no bossy Mia bug.”

“Quiet Cheesy.” Mia sasses back. “Okay, Nino Urby and Cassie. Abuelo with Tio Clay, and daddy with Cheesy.”

“What about you Mia?” Jack asks.

She smiles. “I take turns being in the teams, make it fair.” She suggests

And just like that, the game of water balloons war starts. Lots of yelling, laughing and even curses, which of course Mia reminded them they’d have to pay up after the game.

“Okay, time to eat.” You yell.

“But mommy, we tied we need to win.” Ezequiel whines out.

“Yeah mommy, we need to win.” Jack smirks.

“You’ll continue your game after you eat.” You start assembling the food for the kids. “Don’t make me repeat myself Harlow.”

“That means you daddy.” Ezequiel whispers.

“No, she’s talking to you little man.” Jack adds laughing.

You turn around, lifting your brow. “I’m pretty sure I’m talking to the both of you.”

Cassie and Mia share a look and giggle, making their way to the table. “Looks good Nina.”

“Thank you baby.”

Everybody starts piling up, taking turns serving themselves food. You had made carne asada, some chicken and grilled nopales. Of course beans, rice with salsa and tortillas on the side.

You were all finally seated and started to eat, sharing favorite memories of Urban and Jack with the kids. Laughing and even crying at some of the shared moments.

After everyone was done eating, the kids wanted to resume with the water balloon fight and of course the dads couldn’t just say no, they were enjoying themselves as well.

“Join us?” Jack asks you.

You shake your head, “Hell no, you Harlow men don’t go easy. I’ve seen how hard Ezequiel was trying to throw that balloon.”

“You bes in our team momma.” Ez runs up to you, handing you a blue water balloon. “Come hurry, we have to hide.” He says running away.

“I want to see you all wet and messy, come on.” Jack winks, tugging at your hand.

You smirk, pulling him in closer. “The only one who’s going to be wet and messy is you.” You lift your hand and splash the balloon on top of his head, and you run off to where Maggie and Michelle are with balloons in hand.

“OHH IT’S ON BABY.” Jack yells, running after you.

You can see him running after you quickly, his curls sticking to his forehead, drops of water coming down from the top of his head and rosy cheeks.

It almost made you stop and continue admiring him from up close, almost, but not entirely. He may make you go weak at the knees, but when it comes to competition, he’s not getting off that easily.

“So it’s the moms versus husbands then?” Urban asks, smirking.

“Don’t smirk, we’re not losing.” Michelle crosses her arms, a balloon in one of her hands.

“I know you’re competitive baby, but don’t get mad when we win.” Urban points his finger at her.

“Enough chit chat.” Maggie yells. “It may be Father’s Day, but the three of you will lose and that means you’ll be on clean up duty.”

Jack, Urban and Brian groan.

Clay is sitting to the side with the kids. “Should we get involved?”

Ezequiel and Cassie shake their heads no, but Mia answers. “Do we want the dads to win?”

“It is daddy’s day.” Ezequiel shrugs.

“But they always win.” Cassie groans.

Mia nods, “So we help the moms?”

Clay smiles, “You guys are evil.”

The three of them then turn to face him, smiling. “We get it from you, tio Clay.”

Clay fake gasps. “Mia.” He laughs, “You’re right.”

The four of them look ahead at the commotion, then they look at each other and nod running off.

Clay stands up. “Hey fuckers.” Jack and Urban turn to face him. “Happy Father’s Day, but y’all are going down.”

“ATTACK THEM.” Mia yells.

“Hiiii” Ezequiel says, sneaking up behind Jack.

“Now cheesy!!!.” Mia yells, and that’s when EZ throws a balloon at Jack.

Jack felt the balloon burst against his back, gasping as the cold water fell down his shirt.

“Hey! It’s Father’s Day!”

“Sorry daddy!” Ez and Mia giggled as they went to hide behind their tio Clay.

“Where’s my Cassie?” Urban asks, looking around.

“I’m here daddy.” Urban quickly turns his body to where Cassie is standing.

“Are you supposed to get me from all the way over there?” Urban smirks.

Cassie shakes her head. “I’m not.”

“I am fucker.” Clay yells and throws a bucket of water all over his front.

“HAPPY FATHERS DAY.” Mia, Ezequiel and Cassie yell, laughing as they run away.

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can i request something fluffy? maybe christmas cookie baking with harry!

Cookies.

summary: baking cookies with H.

word count: 610

reading time: 2min 30sec

content warning: pet names (baby, honey, babe), illusions to trauma around the holidays.

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“Will you please focus?” you giggle. You shimmy away from Harry’s kisses to your neck, as he stands behind you, his flour-covered hands on your waist. “Go back to your station, please!”

“Alright, alright. I’ll be good,” he smirks, kissing the side of your head before taking his spot next to you, and rolling out more cookie dough. “How many more do we have to do?”

“However many we can get with the dough we have left. I overestimated how much the recipe would make.” You pout.

You may have bitten off more than you could chew, with the cookies. The baking part was the easy part, it was the decorating that would take you a while, and the more cookies you made the more you needed to decorate. And everything didn’t need to be perfect…but it had to be close to it because we're set to host Friends-mas this weekend. A test run for when you host Harry’s family on Christmas day. And, oh boy, were you nervous! You wanted to impress, you wanted to be the best host there was. You’ve been a Pinterest fiend for weeks, saving every recipe and DIY that you’ve come across. And when you saw the hand-decorated cookies, Well, you had to buy your own set of cookie cutters and decorating supplies! Your beautifully decorated cookies were planned to be everyone's party favors.

Once half of the cookies were cool enough to decorate and the last half were baking, you began decorating.

“This is the part where I’m useless.” Harry jokes, watching you dye different icings. Harry was the musician, but you were the artist, and he was sure his creations wouldn’t be up to par.

“What? No! I want you to decorate some too.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. these are supposed to be favors from the both of us.” You beam up at him, handing him a piping bag. “Now, do you want to copy me or do you wanna free hand it?”

“I’ll copy yours first until I get the hang of it.”

You went at his pace for the first few cookies, while his hands got adjusted to the piping bag in his hand. And he wasn’t too bad! They didn’t look as crisp as yours did, slightly messy but that’s what made them personal.

“Thank you,” you say quietly into the silence that falls between you. Harry sets his piping bag of icing down, for another color.

“For what, baby?”

“For baking cookies with me,” you say shyly.

“You don’t have to thank me honey, you know I love spending time with you.” He leans over kissing your cheek, and you nudge your hip to his.

“I know. But still, I used to hate this time of year. I never got to bake cookies or make a gingerbread house,” you let out a sad chuckle. “But now - I don’t know - I enjoy this time of year. It feels so cozy,” you sigh, putting the finishing touches on your cookies. "And I get to bake cookies. With you,” you smile looking over at him, and he pops a dimple.

“I love you.” Harry blurts, and you can't hold back the giggle.

“I love you too.” You look down at your work. 40 cookies it turned out. Way too many, but they all turned out adorable. “Well, we did it, baby. Yours doesn't look bad at all! You can barely tell who did what?"

“You are an adorable liar baby.” He chuckles, picking up one of his first cookies that looked a little rough around the edges, and taking a bite.

“You tried your best,” you admit with a soft smile.

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Hi Rin! Can I request a matchup please! 🤍 I'll go by the emoji: 🍈 (honeydew!)

Pronouns, paired with guy or girl- she/her, paired with a man!

Traits in a partner- mature , responsible, independent, hard-working, loving, caring, and kind with a soft and funny side! >_< Someone with good communication!

Description of self- I'm sociable, outgoing, and can be loud 🤪 I like to laugh a lot! But most times I'm very down-to-earth, honest, self-sufficient, empathetic, nurturing, and resilient! I'm always looking for ways to improve myself, understand myself and others, and help anyone I can <3 I'm also a great communicator ^~^

Interests- Sports! I play tennis, pickleball, and basketball, alongside going to the gym regularly! I've also been watching every US and Japan Olympic volleyball game! I love arts and crafts- decorating photos, customizing picture frames, making keychains, and DIYing party favors!

Love languages- Words of affirmation for both giving and receiving! Quality time is a strong second!

Dream date- I'd like to do something active first like, play pickleball or go to the arcade! Then we could get some food to replenish! ᕙ⁠(⁠＠⁠°⁠▽⁠°⁠＠⁠)⁠ᕗ Afterwards, we'd take a walk around a park to digest while we continue talking and getting to know each other on a deeper level <3

Some fun extras 🤭-

I'm the life of the party! Definitely got some Bokuto energy radiating off of me~

I'm psychic! Obscure things I think of often happen soon afterwards! 🔮

I'm really good at claw machines!!! A good amount of my winnings only take a couple of tries :3

I really like watching movies!! White Chicks is my favorite hehehe ^-^

I'm a fan of Bachelor Nation hehehe 🤭

Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! >.< I recently came across your blog and I've been really enjoying your writings! Keep up the great work, Rin! 🥹🤍

I match you with Daichi Sawamura!

✧ Daichi is the man for you he is superr responsible! (I mean he basically took care of a whole team)

✧ he is also independent and works very hard and tries hard to earn the things he wants

✧ he is super duper kind and caring with you and acts like you're the most fragile thing and treats you with so much love and care in the world

✧ probably has that stupid dad humor but is probably actually funny (you know what I mean?)

✧ he will always communicate if there's something he doesn't like or if he notices something off with you he will always be there and try to figure how to work things out

✧ loves your sociable and outgoing personality. he just likes it when people can be the life of the party

✧ admires how you're always trying to improve and thinks it's the best thing you could do

✧ also admires how you're willing to help people out if they're ever struggling he just thinks it's super kind of you since not many people will go out of their way to do that

✧ would enjoy playing pickleball with you (I feel like if he didn't play volleyball he would play pickleball I JUST KNOW IT) would probably let you win a couple times too

✧ probably also goes to the gym with you. he just likes being able to spend time with you it doesn't matter what you guys are doing

✧ would watch volleyball games with you whenever you wanna watch them (he probably yells at the TV he just seems like that type of guy)

✧ plays pickleball with you for as long as you want and won't stop until you get tired

✧ would take you to one of the nicest parks he found and you both would stroll there for a good few hours while just talking about who knows what

✧ HATES how good you are at claw machines (he always loses at them)

✧ enjoys watching white chicks with you. he just thinks it's the funniest thing ever

✧ overall I think you and Daichi would be the perfect match for each other and would get along very greatly!

hi anon!! I hope you enjoyed your request I had so much fun writing this one. feel free to request again!

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