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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP, Life Series | 3rd Life SMP Series Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jimmy | Solidarity & Joel | SmallishBeans, Jimmy | Solidarity/Joel | SmallishBeans Characters: Jimmy | Solidarity, Joel | SmallishBeans, John Booko | BdoubleO100, Cuteguy (Hermitcraft) Additional Tags: Closets, Gay, Everyone is Gay, Crack, Almost Kiss, Revenge, My First Fanfic, Human Joel | SmallishBeans, One Shot, Tags Are Hard Series: Part 1 of Hermit House Summary:

JABBER WONGAR X BLACK FEM READER X AUGUST STILZA

Songs to listen to: Swimming Pool by Lloyd, No Love by August Alsina, Amenesia by Kevin Gates, Love Me like You Do by Ellie Goulding, Skywalker by Miguel

SUMMARY: A spherite reader who was a regular trouble maker and problem solver was doing a routine escapade when she bumped into a white haired boy not thinking much of it she decided to help him get away from the patrol guards little did she know that getting herself involved with this kid would put her in a world of trouble and hurt.

Disclaimer: the reader goes by she /her pronouns, NO HATE of any kind will be tolerated, don't like my work DNI, for my black queens also all characters in this belong to the original creator Kei Urana besides the reader and her mother

Chapter 1

Reader was born and raised in the slums, so she knew the ins and outs of the neighborhood, but on one of her usual escapades on the rich people's side of the wall, she ran into a white-haired boy. Nothing more than a passing glance was shared between the two before security guards started chasing him.

I ducked into a nearby alley to avoid detection. To create a diversion, I shouted, “he went that way,” trying to lead them in a different direction. “Thank you, citizen,” I hear off in the distance, before taking this as my cue to leave. I slip out the gate and book it back home.

Once there I smooth out my clothes as well as fix my composure so it doesn’t look like I was running for my life before walking inside “Where have you been” I hear from behind making me jump “heyyy mom” I turn to see her already frowning “don’t hey mom me” she said before looking me over seeing traces of my recent escapade with a look in her eyes that promised repercussions “didn’t I tell you to stay from around there” she said with an attitude “but ma they were throwing out excellent stuff, I mean look at this “ I exclaimed excitedly before pulling out some silk fabrics, blankets, pots and pans, a pretty rock this is gold.

She needs to understand that this will help us out in the near future and lead to a better life, but until then she will have to tolerate my behavior. At best anyway enough inner monologue back to business

‘I Also bumped into this kid “ “what kid “ I don’t know his name but I think he had like whitish greyish hair and red eyes “ I exclaimed looking towards her the look that passed over her features were a mix of recognition and agitation “ i know you ain’t talking about that boy that stays with that black haired man “, “ I don’t know it might be him, i couldn’t really see his fa-” before i could finish my sentence.

I noticed my bunny plush, which my father had given me before he passed away. I had had this plush since I was a child. It did start to fray at the end. Still, my mom would always patch it up before giving it back to me because she knew I hated to see it falling apart considering it was all that I had left of my dad, but that’s a story for another time. “ Mom why is my plush on the floor “ i say turning to look at my mother who had a fond yet hurt expression on her face “ because you left it there and i need to wash it look at all those stains “ uh rude I thought “it’s not even that bad” i said before cutting myself off because let’s be honest it was looking a little rough so she might be on to something” anyways it’s been a good chat but I got to run” I said before opening the door back up and running out but before i could get to far I hear my mom shout “come pick this shit up” I yelled back “later” continuing my run, I eventually end up spotting that kid I saw from before. It looks like he’s selling stuff, so, being noisy, I decided to check it out to see if he has anything useful or interesting for my stuff back home. I made up my mind and walked over to him. “Hey, you're rude right?” I asked “yea who are you” he asked me “you don’t remember me, I saved your sorry behind from those guards back their” I replied “oh your that girl I bumped into” he said “yup that’s me, whatcha doing with all this stuff” I said gesturing to all the items he had laid out “you can’t believe all the stuff rich people throw away” he said with a hint of excitement in his voice” I feel yuh” I said with a slightly amused tone looking around before spotting the boombox in the corner of the blanket “ is that for sale” i asked pointing towards it “yea” he replied “ how much is it or can i get it free of charge” I said knowing it was just a joke and that I would pay the money for the item “idk you seem a little weird” he said leaning away from me. “ Uhh me weird look at yourself buddy and i did get you out of that jam soo” i say standing back up to my full height “ soo I didn’t need your help tho” he said in a clipped tone “ wow harsh but understandable “ i exclaimed but our conversation was cut short when a girl with short brown hair came over, i step to the side as to not interrupt them “ rudo did you go dumpster diving on the rich side again “ she said in a pouty kind of way “ Oh chiwa “ he said with a bored expression “ don’t Chiwa me, you know how the rich people get about their garbage, beside it’s just junk why do it “ she said with a stern voice “idk it just’s, their throwing away perfectly good things besides their jerks anyway, i feel sorry for the things they throw away “ he replied with a sincere yet clipped tone.

Seeing as their wrapped up in eachother I debate if I should stay so I can get that boombox I wanted or if I should just go and do something else until he was done talking but just before I can make up my mind I hear the girl named chiwa complement that stuff animal that was on the blanket” oh what a cute plushies it looks brand new “ she exclaimed in an awed tone “ yea it’s not for sale “ his face tinted with a pink blush picking up the doll “ I was saving it for y-” he was cut off by a feminine voice calling out in the distances “chiwa come on it’s time to go home “ her mom Im guessing wanted her away from this boy “ I’ll see you later rudo” she said running to catch up with her mom not before waving back to rudo watching them walk off in the distances , “ so you like her “ I say in a teasing tone “w-what no I don’t” he replied with a flustered tone “mhmm yess you dooo I can tell” I said with a teasing tone “no you can’t” he answered but i didn’t bother with a response “ but anyway about that boombox” I say walking back over to his little spot “ how much do you want for it seriously “ he walks backover to his stall taking up the position he had before “ I’ll give it to you for free ,this one time “ he said before going back to fixing up that lamp “how kind of you” I replied before taking it up and inspecting it to see if it was in decent condition or a fixer up “ it looks like it could use a bit more tweaking “ I tell him while inspecting the merchandise “what do you think needs to be fixed “ he said not taking his eyes off the lamp “ the sound quality and the dials but overall it’s fine how bout I leave it with you to fix and then come pick it up after “ I said looking towards him for the okay if he wanted to do that seeing him nod I take that as my que to go not before handing him back the merchandise and walking off towards my home where my mom is no doubt waiting for me to get back.

Chapter 2

On my way home I bumped into a mysterious figure covered in a long white cloak “Oh I’m sorry I didn’t see you there “I said to the stranger but instead of replying they continued their walk okay rude much I thought to myself, fixing my clothes and continuing my walk home. “Mommm I’m home ” i yell pushing the door open and noticing the house was empty beside for a note on the table and a plate of food “ out be back before dinner(p.s pick that shit up off my floor) ” it read okay whatever I thought peeling the covering from off the plate of food and seeing it was my favorite stirfry oh can’t wait to eat this fixing the cover back on the plate i moved to the living room to go clean up my mess, collecting the items from my trash escapade and fixing the cushions on the couch, sweeping the floor there all clean now heading to my room,To wash off the days stress.

I take out my ponytail holder letting my braids fall down my back, massaging my fingers through my scalp “ohh phew that hurt I need to stop making my ponytails so tight “it’s been hurting my head all day “ time for a shower “ speaking to no one in particular, heading to the bathroom for a quick shower because I smell like outside mixed with a little bit of garbage. I turn on the shower and place my shower cap on my head almost forgetting that mom would have a whole fit if my hair got wet considering she spent all day on it Peeling the outside clothes off my skin, stepping into the shower I grab my loofah and generic unscented soap lathering them together to wash up. We need to get better soap im sick of this generic crap it always leave my skin feeling dry I thought before finishing up my shower and drying off my skin it’s been looking rather dull and pale not that rich brown color it normally is looking into the mirror I see my reflection staring back at me and boi do I look haggard maybe I should just get dressed and take a nap sounds better than anything else right now with my mind made up I got dressed and went straight to bed not once checking to see if the door was locked or if my mom even made it home. Creak~the door opened and a cold air pushed through the living room as a figure crept closer inside the house searching for something or someone but hearing someone approaching the figure hid.

Coming back to the house I noticed my door was left open which is weird cause my child knows better then to leave the door open dropping the grocery and other items, I slowly stepping up to the open door and reach into my purse looking for something to use as a weapon, when I was thrown to the floor by a masked individual a loud resounding thud was heard throughout the quiet house.

Reader awoke to a loud noise in the house quickly getting out of bed but slipping on the covers she tumbles to the floor oww that hurt disorientating herself before getting up and slowly slipping out of her room she grabs a rock off her shelf creeping closer to the source of the sound when she rounded the corner there laid her mom fighting with someone that had a mask on and was covered head to toe with a cape, slowly creeping closer and closer to the person. My mom noticed me but didn't say anything I raised my hands in the air rammed the rock down hard on his head which didn’t seem to do much as he turned his head towards me before grabbing my hand in a crushing grip and backhanding me knocking me out cold before I could stop him from further hurting my mom.

“ NOO my baby “ watching my daughters body drop to the ground, I push the masked figure off of me and crawl to my daughter pulling her into my arms “suga g-get up pls I can’t lose you too” my voice cracking and quivering I press my ear to her chest hearing her heart beat it was faint but still there “it’s okay suga mama gotcha you” I said turning around to see that the masked figure had already fled the scene, breathing out a sigh of relief I take in my now destroyed house the couch was torn things from the shelves and coffee table were laying haphazardly on the floor. Collecting myself I pick my daughter up bride style phew she’s getting heavy I thought before walking over to the nearest soft surface of the room which happens to be that same torn-up couch, placing her down I grab a blanket from off the floor and throw it over her prone form. After making sure she wouldn’t fall off I got started on cleaning up the mess the mysterious individual made uhh who even was that messing up my damn house must be someone looking for something important and decided to take a detour anyway back to the task at hand getting this place together picking up the lamp that got knocked over in the scuffle, straightening up the coffee table and sweeping up the glass and torn fabric phew that was tiring turning back around and seeing that is basically morning i decided to just bath and call it a day but fate had other plans, I see that little boy that always with that black hair man standing in my door way forgot to close the damn door “do you need something “ i asked catching his attention “oh-oh i just wanted to drop this off to reader” he said lifting up a boombox “ohh just leave it on the dining table and help yourself to something to eat their’s reader’s stirfry on the table “ i say waving my hand in the general area of the kitchen “thank you “ I hear as I resumes my walk around the corner and disappearing down the hall.

Slowly waking up i noticed there was a blanket thrown across my body i am laying on the couch, trying to sit up i stop myself because me head started to hurt, that’s when i remembered last night “MOM” i yelled jumping up getting tangled in the blankets and landing hardly on the floor “MOM where are you” thinking the worst i try to untangle myself from the blanket to get up and find her, when i heard heavy footsteps approaching me i whip my head left and right to see which side they coming from, when i see my mom coming looking freshly showered and bandaged up “ suga I’m here calm down, take a deep breath and relax “ following her advice i take deep breath in and out until my breath has evened out only now noticing someone very familiar sitting at the table “rudo is that you” I ask my voice above a whisper which I see said person spin around in the seat face full of noodles? “ IS THAT MY STIR-FRY” I yelled from my place on the floor hopping up and walking towards him.

Seeing reader get up and storm over to me i shovel as much food as I can into my mouth “mfmmgughm “ i say around a mouth full of food ,forcing myself to swallow “ yea your mom said it was ok “shifting around to signal in her mom’s direction ,” well okay ,but i pretty sure she didn’t say you could also eat my dessert” she said pointing at the other side of me to a plate filled with cinnamon ,brown sugar and white sugar coated fried dough “ she didn’t not say i couldn’t have any” i exclaimed talking another a shoving it in my mouth “anyway what are you even doing here “ i asked him taking a seat in the chair next to him grabbing a piece for myself considering I hadn't eaten all day ,” I was bringing your boombox “ he said pointing over to the boombox that laid slightly ajar on the chair “aww you shouldn't have thank you” i exclaimed with excitement evident in my voice “but when did you get here and for how long where you here before i got up” i asked with a questioning tone ,before he could respond my mom responded for him “ since 6:00 after the you know what incident” my mother said from where she was still kneeling by the couch , she dusted herself off and folded up the blanket that was draped across my body” but enough about that who’s hungry i could go for some pancakes “ my mother said walking towards us and into the kitchen putting on her whit and gold apron with a black design that my father made for her “ I am “ I say getting up to grab the ingredients out the cabinets “me too” i hear rudo say from his place at the dining table behind me “ your still hungry “ i say with exasperation pointing at the two empty plates next to him , “that’s fine the baby’s hungry so im gonna feed him ,but you aint getting this meal for free wash those dishes boy “ she said pointing at the sink “ ok “ he replied pushing out his chair and grabbing the two plates get ready to walk over to the sink, not before pushing his chair back in heading over to the sinking he places them pulling up his sleeves, “do you want to maybe put on some different gloves to wash the dishes?" I asked him. Now to lay out all the ingredients for making pancakes as well as putting down a bottle of honey, vanilla extract, and milk.

Contemplating her question I want to keep these in good condition, but they’ll freak out if they see my hands and become disgusted “no I’ll keep them on I can always have regto look at them if i mess them up “ he replied turning the water on and putting dish soap on the sponge “ suit yourself “ I murmured walking over to another cabinet to pull out plates, cups and silverware for the dining table maybe I shouldn’t have asked judging by his face it must be a reason he keeps the gloves on shrugging off that train of thought i finish getting out the stuff before setting the table so my mom can make the pancakes and plate them.

“Alright suga pancakes are finished is the dinner table set” my mother announced “yea ma it’s set i yelled from my place by the table turning around and seeing that rudo was done with the dishes “ hey how bout helping me choose a drink and toppings for the pancakes “ i added already walking towards the fridge not turning around to acknowledge if he followed me or not opening the fridge door i looked at our drink options which were looking pretty shabby very limited “ so we got apple juice ,orange ,milk and water what's your poison of choices “ I exclaimed grabbing the apple juice and setting it on the counter before looking back to see if he wanted anything only to see him hunch over looking in the fridge to” well which one do you want” i asked again only for him to point at the apple juice that was already on the countertop “ okay then “ I say awkwardly standing back up to my full height and shutting the fridge door “ well lets not stand around the food will get cold and i still havent eaten “ i say grabbing the apple juice and walking past him to the dining table where my mom was already sitting down and pancakes where sitting in the middle of the table “well dig in” my mom said and i wasted no time digging neither did rudo that boy sure can eat , once we finished eaten rudo had to head home “ see you later rudo “ i exclaimed tiredly from the door “y-yea see you later” i heard just before closing the door.

constructive criticism as well as feedback is welcome

He's looking at you again,

He follows your figure around the bar as he sits back lazily, legs apart slightly, while nursing a fancy looking whisky.

You try not to look back at him. You are trying to get over him. he said he couldn't commit to a relationship. He's got too many issues , and he's broken. which you respected, and you were not gonna just wait around... right??? so why is he staring at you like he wants to eat you alive? It's over....

It's a night out. You have come out to this bar to try and forget him, but of course, the person you are trying to forget is in a corner booth just watching

As you flick your eyes back over to where he was sat, he was gone. You whip your head around, trying to figure out where he went, but don't see him anywhere, mabye hes gone. You start to think he has left until he appears next to you. He says nothing as you stare at him, eyebrows raised waiting for him to say something, anything, but he doesn't. You roll your eyes, grab your drink, and attempt to walk off anywhere away from him when he grabs you by the wrist.

"Please," he mouths at you as his grip tightens, his eyes pleading with you. You star at him, eyebrows raised, waiting for him to say something , anything.

You move closer to him, noses almost touching as his eyes flutter shut. He leans in like it was muscle memory releasing your arm in the meantime and threads his fingers through your hair.

You lift your hand to his mouth

"You aren't ready, this ..... this is your doing, " you whisper, your lips ghosting over his, and then... pulling away , finishing your drink, and then walking away.

Leaving him there, regretting his decisions to come out tonight but more importantly his decision to let you go.

Dad!Michael Jackson x Pregnant Fem!Reader

TW/CW: pregnancy, nausea, crying + comfort, sexual comment at the end

Pregnancy was something you had always dreamed of with Michael. Seeing him interact with kids along with the thought of raising a mini Michael, it stayed in your mind.

Now, 9 years after your first was born, some parts were hard, but the nice times made up for it. Getting used to the constant interruptions and rare moments of peace was challenging- especially when Michael was out of town or working, but it all worked out at the end of the day.

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Paris and Blanket were kneading some PlayDoh at the dinner table while Michael attempted to teach Prince a few piano cords. It was just a regular afternoon, but you were still feeling a bit off.

Missing your period after 3 kids and constant stress was not abnormal for you. However, the nausea that hit you after smelling the PlayDoh Prince and Blanket were playing with set off a small alarm in your brain. You brought a hand to your nose, blocking the smell as well as you could before starting to walk towards the stairs leading to the bedroom.

"Michael, could you keep an eye on those two for a moment please?"

You didn't wait for a response, walking quickly up the steps to the master bedroom. Stepping over toys and blankets left by the kids, you entered the bathroom with nerves wracking your body. It felt jarring to grab the small supply of pregnancy tests from under the sink, but if there was a chance, it'd be stupid to not check.

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30 minutes had gone by, and Michael was starting to get a bit nervous. He asked Prince to briefly watch his little siblings with a quick "get me if you need me", and followed the steps you had taken half an hour ago.

He didn't know what to expect, really, but you sitting on the bathroom floor with 3 positive pregnancy tests was not it. He was ecstatic. He joined you on the floor so quickly that you thought he might've injured himself.

He held you while you told him all of your concerns and he answered with solutions. You decided not to tell the kids until after the first appointment. After knowing the baby would be healthy.

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6 months later

You were glowing. Healthily pregnant with a baby girl, and so overwhelmed with joy, with nerves, and with overflowing hormones.

Of course you were excited, but the due date was inching closer and you were a nervous wreck. The kids had started school back, so a huge weight was lifted off of your chest. Michael, already crazy in love with you, felt like he somehow had 10x more love for you while watching you grow his baby girl.

He had just gotten home from the studio and was immediately alarmed at the sound of your crying echoing through the living room and towards the front door.

Michael basically ran to you, kneeling in front of where you sat on the couch and gently holding both of your hands in his. "What's the matter, my angel? Is the baby okay? Are you hurt?" he brought his hand to wipe your tears, concern controlling his face.

You shook your head completely and watched as his face fell from concerned to confused.

"It's just- ugh!" you let out another sob, carefully taking one of your hands from his and wiping your eyes once again. "There was this commercial on the TV, and the dogs!"

"What dogs, baby?" He asked so softly, it almost made you cry harder.

"The ones that get left outside, Mikey! and their owners don't feed them, and they get hot and cold and hurt! I just donated, but it's so sad, how could someone do that!?"

Michael had to hold back a laugh after you finally told him what was making you so upset. dogs. He was empathetic, always, but this wasn't the first time you had cried over a commercial. You smack his shoulder.

"Dont laugh! It's serious, Michael!"

He stands, moving to sit next to you now, and carefully wraps his arm around your shoulders and pulls you into him. "Im sorry, okay? I didn't mean to laugh. If it makes you feel better, i'll get my team to make a donation, does that work?"

You nod quickly. "I'm still mad that you laughed." Michael shook his head, laughing under his breath.

"Maybe I can make it up to you in 5 months when we can have sex again" You gasped, a smile creeping onto your face. God, you loved how easily he could cheer you up.

The front door opens and the kids come barreling in with Janet trailing behind them, ice cream in hand. "Happy Friday!"

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A/N: okay so this is the first fic I've ever done, pls lmk any feedback!

Yes, I write with em dashes, it's grammar, not AI. I clearly didn't know how to start or end this, so please excuse the run on sentences and whatnot, and I rlly hoped u liked it!! I was going to do multiple examples of the ask, but I felt like I wouldn't be able to write it as well in the shorter length. (Im so down to do a pt2 if wanted)

Sorry if this wasn't what the request meant, I did what I could :(

I read so many of you guys fics/stories that it's inspiring me to write. now I can't lie I've written a smutt n I'm afraid to post it bcz I don't know how ppl will think of it. its mostly abt a professor n a student who can't control her temper. as too a professor who always finds a way to fix that issue😏 sooo being said should I post it orrr not. like lmkk!! (blk characters)

HELLO my first chapter has been posted! plssss lmk what you think it’s pretty short but more is coming.