#anyway i'm thinking very much about giant kisses. just shoving your face into a giant pair of lips. so soft..... ough

[vt-scribbles]

lets do 3 and 7 for the most recent writer asks 👀

3: on a scale of 1-10 how much to enjoy incorporating romance into the average story?

Oh man, so like... it very much depends on two things. Our definition of 'romance,' and what story world I'm working on. I have two main worlds: The Harvester, and Olmia. [Olmia is my catch-all fantasy world where most of my characters live, full of elves, giants, anthro people big and small, dragons, etc.] Firstly, my definition of 'romance' in this case is: Characters openly being drawn to each other in a 'i want to be your life partner' sort of way, sometimes tinged with a bit of sexual tension. [In the case of TH, there IS no sex content so that doesn't apply. In Olmia, anything goes.]

If I'm working on TH... I only like Light-Shipping aspects. Characters being cute, chaste kisses, bonding through different life events, and then MAYBE now and then there's some flirting or a tiny little 'date'. But as for Romance being a driving force? Absolutely not. The plot is not moved forward by someone's romantic desires, usually. It happens maybe about 10% of the time. I'm not super interested in plots driven purely out of 'I want to get together with this person romantically.' I like it being mixed in with other man vs self or man vs nature sorta plots.

If I'm working in Olmia... I still prefer fantasy-driven plots and man vs nature sorta stuff, BUT I am much more loose with characters pursuing each other romantically, and that driving their actions. It helps that Olmia is full of different species that are not all asexual/null creatures like Gems.

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7. tell us about one of your characters who’s an absolute joy to write

Okay so I think I've already talked about Topaz and Hema, so I'll bring up another favorite.

Meta.

She's big, stoic, tough, scary. She's the biggest gem in existence at a staggering max 280 ft tall. She's got massive neck-crushing bear fangs and a hammer that can level a skyscraper. And yet... She worries about holding people too roughly. She likes telling stories, and sharing quiet evenings stargazing. You find out she likes puns, and that she's got a big-sister soft spot for most of her other batchmates. Meta is so quiet, but when she /does/ speak, she shows so much introspection and intelligence, and I love subverting the expectation that this 'brute' is violent and dumb. She's also strangely romantic, once you peel back all the hard surface. She's easily moved by pretty words, which I find really cute. If you call her 'pretty, beautiful, cute' etc, she gets really flustered but like. in the most stoic way possible. And just shoves her hand on your face. And SPEAKING of beautiful. One of my favorite parts about writing Meta is like. The times where I get to subtly show off just how fucking beautiful she is. Not in an objectifying sort of way, but like... there's /something/ about her that's effortlessly pretty. Not in the way a rose is, or a sunrise, or a rainbow is pretty. No, Meta is beautiful in the way a misty mountain is. She's beautiful in the way a waterfall is. The ocean. It doesn't have to /do/ anything to prove it's beautiful. It's there, and big, and powerful, and you hold this sorta respect for it - and I'm just rambling about what I like abt Meta, WOOPS. Something else I like abt writing her is that she has this very deep level of respect for the Diamonds, which gives her a lot of tact. She's very careful abt how she speaks to them, and tries to be as respectful as possible... without being a doormat. She's this HULKING gem who I LOVE writing as a badass and an unstoppable force, and yet she's quiet, thoughtful, likes small things and poetry, loves standing in the rain and listening to it fall...

Anyways uhhhh yeah I rly like Meta and I can't say much more without HUGE spoilers for the future so HERE TAKE THIS LOVE-RANT

#skitters around #author gets enrichment in his enclosure #vt text #author ask game

[kirsteinsjoy]

no hands // yelena

synopsis ~ it's Yelena again, commiting crimes and now she's sitting in a jail cell, with you watching over her, but her cheekyness gets the better of you..

cw ~ police officer! reader, modern au, wlw, handcuff use, oral sex, face fucking, mentions of flushed cheeks

pairing ~ police officer! fem! reader x modern au! criminal yelena

you jumped out of the patrol car, surrounding the tall figure that was attempting to escape your sight.

"hands up!" your partner called out.

the 5 other officers surrounded the person slowly, trying to see the offender's face. your gun pointed towards the person, gripping tightly as you focused on them.

chuckles left their mouth. very familiar low chuckles.

"calm down officer, no need to be so aggressive," the voice was laced with sarcasm and mischief.

"YELENA?" you lowered your gun, going towards her.

"huh- oh, well lookie here, isn't it my favourite cop, y/n." she cooes.

you sighed, rubbing your temples.

"you're under arrest, Yelena."

you pushed Yelena into the jail cell, avoiding eye contact as you locked the door to it. you stood outside, leaning against the bars of the cell as those tedious giggles were heard again.

"you finally caught me, officer,"

you exhaled. "again, Yelena? you knew you were on your last straw before."

"living dangerously is amusing, you know," she paused. "but how could I resist not seeing you again?"

you could feel the heat prickle your cheeks.

"don't try changing the subject. theft, and two counts of assault all in one day, Yelena, you should be reflecting on yourself."

you could hear the clanking of the handcuffs as she paced about the room.

"reflecting? that's boring though,"

"you're in a jail cell, there isn't much for you to do anyways." you peered at the clock. it was 12am. god, you weren't expecting to be on duty right now, but here you were, guarding a jail cell of a mouthy giant.

"then fuck that, I have other ideas you know. I'm quite a creative person when I need to be," she said.

"don't get mouthy with me now. I'm your superior," you scolded.

"but isn't this boring, darling? because i have some amazing ways of entertaining the both of us," the smirk in her voice was annoyingly prominent.

you stayed silent, hearing the footsteps behind you come closer, and her towering figure shadowed over your smaller one.

"i bet i could make you feel good with no hands," she whispers into your ear, her breath ticking the nape of your neck.

"mhm, I'd like to see you try with your hands tied back." you snickered, smiling oh-so innocently, not aware of what would be happening next.

wet kisses were being left down your neck, causing your eyes to widen. Yelena's lips gently sucked at the skin, most likely leaving a hickey left behind.

"mm, i didn't realise how sensitive you were. pretty girl." her mumbles vibrated against your skin.

you balled your fists into balls. you didn't want to fall into submission, right into her trap, but you couldn't help it. with the slightest touches and grazes from her, it could send you over the moon.

Yelena always liked you. every chance she got she would flirt with you, tease you just to see how you would try to cover up your nervousness. she thought you were adorable, especially as you were meant to be the one with the power, but she knew that one move could make you fall underneath her, whimpering for more.

"come inside."

you hesitated for a second, but thought 'fuck it.' the pride you held onto minutes ago was lost as you quickly unlocked the cell, and went infront of Yelena.

"so how are you going to possibly do this with no hands?"

she chuckled. her face leaned into yours, your noses touching and lips just barely.

"you're so....innocent, aren't you? does not anything come to mind?"

"d-don't call me innocent. remember your place here!" you tried maintaining a sturdy voice, but your flushed cheeks showed otherwise.

the pooling in your panties grew by the minute. you've been wet before, but never to this extent. how could she she you feel so many things just by her teasing words and mocking chuckles.

"strip so your lowerhalf is bare." she suddenly said.

"wha-"

she cocked her head to the side, the look in her eyes asking if you were going to go against of what she asked.

you sighed, and removed your trousers and underwear, leaving you completely naked under your waist.

"you're so cute with your legs crossed, trying to not expose that cunt of yours. now how about you spread those legs on my face, hm?"

what? none of your pasts hookups have ever made you do that before, so it was quite new to you.

"do you expect me to do tha-" a whine left your mouth as Yelena shoved her head between your legs. she was on her knees, hands tied behind her but her mouth was right on your clit.

"get on my fucking face,"

your thighs were on either side of her face, with your pussy directly near her mouth. your hands held you up so you didn't have your whole weight sitting on her face.

"relax baby, you can sit yourself on me."

you shook your head, not wanting to give in.

"whatever you sa- my, you're already so wet. was that because of me?"

before you could even reply, you felt her long tongue take a lick of you. her lips pressed kisses onto your clit until you felt her tongue once again on you, swirling around your clit.

your bite your lip at the feeling, it felt so foreign but so good at the same time. she picked up her pace, licking up the outer parts of your dripping whole.

you attempted to keep your moans and whispers to a minimum, but you couldn't help but keep making loud noises from the immense pleasure Yelena was giving you.

"that's right darling, let everyone hear how good I'm making you feel,"

"y-you're not making me f-feel good-" your words were once again cut off. the sensation of her tongue being drilled into your now pulsating hole made you relax your weight, not caring about if your weight was heavy against the weight and only focusing on the tongue that was spiraling in your hole.

"f-fuck oh my god," you moaned, throwing your head back as you felt her laughs tickle you.

"who's the mouthy one now? can't control yourself over how you feel right now, can you?"

"s-shutup," your brain clearly rejected giving into her, but your body was loving this.

"Yelena I-i think I'm gonna-"

you moaned, arching your back as you came all over her tongue and lips. you both were silent for a moment, only your gasps and breaths being heard in the room.

you lifted yourself off of her, a string of your cum connecting your hole to her moist lips. she sat up, licking her lips clean.

"I made you cum without my hands, look at me go," she laughed, peering over at you. "didn't know an officer with such a praised status could be so submissive over a criminal's tongue."

"shut the fuck up." you were embarrassed, but you honestly wanted more. more of her.

"Yelena?"

"mm?"

"if I remove your handcuffs, can I do that to you?"

"now- that took quite the turn. but whatever you say, darling. let's see if you can make me so distracted that I forget about escaping," she smiled, removing the handcuffs from her big wrists.

"how did you-"

"shhh, now let's see what that pretty pink tongue of yours can do,"

#aot anime #aot x reader #aot imagines #aot smut #yelena #yelena aot #yelena attack on titan #yelena x reader #attack on titan smut #attack on titan #wlw ship #wlw smut

[itsdanii]

I'm in the middle of reading all ur works but I'm impatient because UR AMAZING LUV 😩✨ the transition from angst to fluff *chefs kiss* *salt bae's sprinkle* UGHHH sooo 👉🏻👈🏻 I'm just wondering if its possible to write a fan turned in to wife with bokuto and oikawa 🥺 ITS OKAY TO IGNORE THIS IF IT SEEMS COMPLICATED TO WRITE AJDHAKWPWODNDIE,, TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOURSELF LUV!!! 💗

Hey, bub. Thank you so much for reading and loving my works 🥺 HOW CAN I IGNORE SUCH GOOD REQUEST, HM?! It would be an honor to do it! I just hope I did it right and gave it justice though 😭 Anyway, here's your request, bub! I hope you like it. Have a good day, stay safe and stay hydrated! ♥️

Number 1 supporter

genre: fluff

warnings: manga spoilers, message me if i missed any

a/n: italicized paragraphs in bokuto's part are all flashbacks. read the warnings before you proceed. warnings have been put there for a reason.

ft. timeskip!oikawa tooru, timeskip!bokuto koutaro

curious on how to thank your number 1 fan? that's simple. just give them a ring, your family name, and you're all good to go.

Oikawa Tooru

You screamed on top of your lungs as your boyfriend, Oikawa Tooru, managed to get another perfectly landed spike.

People were roaring, drums were beating and the players were beyond exhausted but not once did their defense nor offense falter. Every spike, every block and every drop was worth the point. With their adrenaline putting them on top of their game, both teams played as if their life depended on it.

And in the end, Oikawa's team managed to secure their victory.

With a giant smile on his face, Oikawa searched the crowd as soon as their winning point was received, and despite the number of people shouting and cheering for his name, yours was only one he could hear perfectly.

There you were, in the middle of the crowd, wearing his spare jersey while holding a handmade poster of his perfectly written name.

The sight of you brought him a lot memories and he can't help but thank god for giving him the opportunity of meeting you, and at this moment, he knew that this was it.

This was the perfect time and there's no way he's going to let it pass.

After shaking each other's hand, Oikawa quickly made his way to the back of the gym. He took a quick shower, changed into some fresh clothes and with shaky hands, took the purple box he had in his bag.

He made his way back to the court where he was instantly crowded with the media. Flashes of lights surrounded him and several microphones were almost shoved at his face.

With a chuckle, Oikawa scratched the back of his head and tightened his grip on the box he was holding.

"Mr. Oikawa, you were amazing back there. You seemed almost unstoppable. What drived you to perform at the best of your game today?" one reporter asked.

Out of all the questions from the interviewers, that was the one that caught his attention. Turning to face the said reporter, he took the microphone which made the reporter blush immensely.

"Well, of course, I always do my best. I'm always the best," he said which earned a chuckle from the other reporters. "But since you're asking what drived me to be at my top performance, I'd say that it was probably this person-"

You squealed as Oikawa tugged at your hand, effectively pulling you out of the crowd and to his side. You blushed at the action and hid your face to his chest in embarrassment, his hand immediately rubbing circles on your back as he grinned.

"Sorry, guys. It seems like my dear y/n-chan is still quite camera shy."

You grunted against his chest and lightly hit his arm, a quiet mumble of "shut up," slipping past your lips.

"But seriously, out of everyone that cheered for me, this person right here-" Oikawa paused for a moment, his hand angling your face to look up at him before he continued, "-was the one whose cheers never failed to reach me, and since we're already here, I want to take the opportunity to ask them a very important question."

Murmurs filled the court as the star player went down on his knee and looked at you with a nervous smile. There, in front of you, was Oikawa Tooru holding a ring with hope in his eyes.

You felt your eyes tearing up and you instinctively brought a hand to your lips. "Tooru..." you whispered with a shaky voice.

"Y/n-chan, you've been my number one supporter since highschool. Don't you think it's about time you get promoted?" he said with a teasing voice, "I can still even remember the way you fainted when I accidentally aimed a ball towards the stand and hit your stomach. God, as rude as it may sound right now, I'll never regret and forget that day. I mean, how can I? Iwa-chan scolded me for the whole day and ordered me to apologize to your fan group," Oikawa added with a fond smile as if he was envisioning the situation inside his mind.

"You didn't leave when I was at my lowest point, but instead stayed beside me when almost everyone had their backs turned against me. You were there in every matches we won, in every matches we lost to, and in every milestone that I got. You accepted the challenges of being in a distance relationship with me despite the doubts, insecurities and countless possibilities surrounding us. Heck, you even followed me here in Argentina after you graduated." With his free hand, Oikawa wiped the tears now trailing down his cheek, his voice becoming shaky with every passing second. "You were always there and I don't know what I'd do if I never have met you. So now, I'm asking you, can you not only be my number one supporter but also my wife?"

You instantly nodded your head, your figure now trembling as you cried out of happiness. "Yes, yes," you answered repeatedly.

With a relieved sigh, Oikawa slipped the ring on your finger and stood up. He enveloped you in his arms, burrying his face to the side of your neck as he tightened his embrace. "Thank you. I love you so much, baby. I promise I'll be the best husband. I won't let you down," he murmured against your skin before pulling away to stare at your eyes. "I love you."

You leaned to his hand when he cupped your cheeks, eyes almost closing at the soothing feeling of his touch. "I love you, my Tooru."

Your lips slowly met each other's. Your arms encircling his neck while his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

And as the flashes of cameras captured this moment, Tooru thanked his lucky stars for bringing you to him.

Bokuto Koutaro

Bokuto heaved out a relieved sigh as he stepped inside your apartment. Making sure to close the door behind him, he carefully made his way to the bedroom where his face immediately lit up at the sight of you sleeping while wearing one his shirts.

He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before heading to the shower since he didn't want to go to bed smelling like "sweat and rubber" as what you like call it.

With his head casted downwards, he allowed the water to drip down his body, a pleasant feeling enveloping him at the feel of the hot water relieving his tense muscles. Bokuto then noticed his wedding ring which he forgot to take off before he entered the shower. Well, it's not like he wanted to take it off in the first place anyway.

As he stared at the ring in his hand, he couldn't stop the fond smile from making its way to his face. Several scenarios started playing in his mind but the one he always loved getting back to was the day he first met you.

-

"Cheer up Bokuto-san," Konoha said as he gave Bokuto a pat on the back.

The team have been trying to cheer Bokuto up for almost half an hour now. The white haired male was currently seated in between two narrow walls, his hair casted downwards and a pout playing on his lips.  "I don't wanna," he mumbled childishly before looking away.

"What happened?" Akaashi, who was still panting, asked as soon as he entered the gym.

Konoha crossed his arms over his chest, giving a quick glance at Bokuto before shifting his gaze to Akaashi. "He's been like that since we started the second set of the practice match. He said that he can't spike anymore unless its you who's going to toss for him," Konoha answered with a frustrated groan. "We did everything we can. The rest is up to you."

Akaashi nodded in understanding before making his way to their captain. "Bokuto-san, let's go. Something came up so I was late but I'm here now. I'll toss for you so can you cheer up now?"

As Bokuto was about to answer, a sudden yell echoed throughout the whole gymnasium.

"Cheer up Bokuto senpai! You're the best captain and ace so please don't give up! You can do it!"

It was a feminine voice. A feminine voice yet loud enough for everyone to hear.

Bokuto looked at the bleachers and immediately spotted your figure. He can't help but grin at your determined look, you had a big smile on your face and a poster in your hand despite the game not being an official match.

Everyone was in awe as they watched their captain stood up, a sudden boost of confidence enveloping him as he puffed out his chest. "Hey, hey, hey!" he exclaimed with a booming voice, his hand pointing towards your direction before he flashed an almost award winning smile.

That was the first time they witnessed their captain cheering up because of someone that wasn't Akaashi.

From that day on, Bokuto would always scan the crowd and look for you, and not once have you ever failed in showing up.

It wasn't long then when the two of you finally talked, thanks to Akaashi's efforts. It was actually Akaashi who first invited you personally to watch one of their official matches.

Bokuto couldn't do it because despite his personality, he would always feel his panic rising at thought of inviting you himself. So, the solution? Whine continuously to Akaashi until he gives up and do it for him. Fortunately, it worked.

Everything went smooth sailing after that.

But even if your relationship with each other progressed, you still remained as his number 1 fan. You would still make posters and give him gifts everytime they win. In exchange, Bokuto would always do his best and give you the biggest hug as soon as each matches finish.

A few years forward, Bokuto became an official player of the MSBY black jackals. You were the first person he celebrated it with and the person who encouraged him to continue playing in order to achieve his dreams.

You became his anchor and his strength, the person he would run to whenever he was doubting himself and everytime he needed someone to hold him.

It was then during their victory party against the Adlers when Bokuto finally realized that you were really the one for him. As he watched you dance and laugh with his teammates, he got the feeling that he shouldn't let you go anymore.

You were it for him.

-

"I was looking for you," you said with a pout as you balanced yourself on your boyfriend's arm, your vision hazy and voice slurry due to the alcohol in your system.

Bokuto tightened his hold on your waist, his eyes scanning over your drunk figure as you basically clung to him like a baby. "Sorry, baby. I had to go buy something real quick, couldn't stop myself."

"Mhmm," you hummed, obviously not getting anything from what he said. "Carry me, please... Wanna go home."

Without any objections, Bokuto leaned down to scoop you in his arms and then placed a kiss on the tip of your nose before carrying you all the way to the car.

When you woke up, the smell of pancakes was the first thing you noticed. You stood up and padded your way to the kitchen where you saw Bokuto cooking with his back turned against you.

One of your eyebrows shot up as you heard him grumbling something inaudible. Silently, you sneaked your way to him and suddenly wrapped your arms around him from the back.

Bokuto jumped up in surprise before turning around. He quickly covered your eyes as he said in a panic voice, "Baby! Don't look at the pancake yet, okay? Go take a seat. I'm still not done."

"Hmm, you seem suspicious but alright," you answered with his hand still covering your eyes. You pouted your lips and smiled when you felt him giving you a short kiss before guiding you to the table.

Once he was finished, you rose an eyebrow at the nervous look on his face while holding the plate filled with pancakes. "You okay, baby?" you asked in concern.

Your boyfriend only nodded before carefully placing the stack in front of you.

A small flower was neatly placed on the side but what caught your attention was the message written out of chocolate syrup on top of the pancake.

MARRY ME?

"Kou?" you whispered before taking your eyes off your breakfast.

What you saw next was enough to bring tears to your eyes.

Because as soon as you looked at him, Bokuto went on his knee and opened a small box, revealing an expensive ring that you'll soon be wearing. "I'm sorry if I only wrote marry me on the pancake. It wasn't big enough to write the whole 'will you marry me?' and that's why I'm here, down on my knee, to ask you directly."

Despite your tears, you can't help but giggle at the rhyming in his words. "You got that idea from Akaashi, didn't you?"

Bokuto pouted before mumbling a small "Dont interrupt me."

Seeing you nod, he continued, "Baby, we've been together for several years now and yet we're still here - going strong without any intent of separating any time soon. You were the first person who was able to cheer me up without Akaashi's help and the only person who caught my attention by shouting during one of our matches." He chuckled shortly before proceeding, "You've always been there to support me. You're my number one fan, my number one supporter and the best girlfriend I could ever ask for. I know that sometimes I'm not easy to deal with but still, I'm going to take my chance. To my number one fan, will you marry me?"

Bokuto stared at you in anticipation, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of his head as he waited patiently for your answer. The moment he heard you saying yes, he immediately felt as if he was the luckiest man in the world.

Slipping the ring on your finger, he stood up and pressed his forehead against yours. "Thank you, thank you, baby. Love you so much," he said repeatedly as he showered your face with kisses.

-

"Kou, are you done yet?"

Your voice brought him out from his daydreaming. Scanning the area around him, Bokuto chuckled as he realized that he was still inside the shower.

He then turned the water off and dried himself before wrapping a towel around his waist.

"I'm sorry, baby. I just remembered something important," he said as he walked over to you, placing a kiss on your forehead and murmuring a low apology for taking too long.

"Wanna tell me about it?" you asked in a sleepy voice as you both settled yourself on the bed.

Bokuto wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer, his hand slipping inside your shirt to rub circles on the small strip of skin on your spine knowing how much it helps you fall asleep faster.

"I'll tell you next time about it, okay? Go back to sleep." Bokuto watched as your eyelids fluttered close, your breathing soon evening out and your lips parting slightly to allow small amounts of air in.

"You already know about it anyway, my number one fan," he whispered as he soon also closed his eyes, letting the sound of your breathing lull him to sleep.

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[miss-kittys-magical-library]

You Are My Sunshine

From the MoonBrella Academy

Warnings: some angst and fluff A/N: Honey and Leon are left with the aftermath of Klaus's decision to tear apart another timeline by rescuing his infant self from the same childhood he endured at the hand's of The Monocle. Selina, though, couldn't be any more delighted.

Part 1 Sweet Child O Mine

Honey stood full of bewilderment in the middle of the living room. The flash of blue light temporarily blinded her making the 27 year old lose her bearings. She stumbled, caught herself and clutched the bundle to her chest out of instinct. It began to cry.

The young mother remembered herself then. In her daze, she had proffered a pinky finger to the infant. He accepted and sucked on it hungrily for only a few moments.

Honey knew in her very soul that the man from the portal, the man from outside the abortion clinic in 1968 and the man in the FBI posters from 1963 were one and the same. That he and this baby she cradled and Leon were identical but not. His name was Klaus. Nicklaus. Sunny. Their Sunny. He came from her. From Leon. WAS Leon. She saw that in his eyes. His cheeks. That all too brief gummy smile when Klaus had reluctantly handed the baby over.

Annoyed with only a finger to suck on, the baby started to wail. Not cry. A bone rattling scream that Honey never once heard from Selina. She stared at the little boy who had freed an arm to tug on his ear. He moved into a full-bodied tremble while his lip quivered.

“Shhh,” Honey cooed. She swayed back and forth to soothe the screaming child. “You know when Leon gets upset, his lip does that too?” She used her index finger to wiggle Sunny’s as a distraction.

He inhaled with a violent shudder. Wild green eyes locked with Honey’s before he cried at the top of his lungs once more. His eyes never leave hers except occasionally to gaze downwards over her chest. She knew Sunny was starving as the tears spilled down her own face. There weren't any bottles or formula or anything for him available. Selina never used one anyway. She went from the tit to the sippy cup.

Now he curled his little fingers around the muslin of Honey’s shirt. She cocked an eyebrow as he tugged trying to free her breast from its covering.

“Cheeky little pervert! You must be Leon?” she giggled and separated Sunny’s fingers from her shirt. The little boy screamed again this time louder. He yanked at her and wailed like a banshee. Honey covered her ear with one hand, “Jesus! You'll wake the dead!!”

Almost on cue, Sunny's tiny fist balled tight around Honey’s shirt began to glow. It shined a brilliant blue that matched the portal Klaus had stepped through. Because she wasn't offering her breast to him, the little one shoved his free hand into his mouth. It shone with the same light.

“What in Saint Jude?” Honey used her fingertip to spread his little fist open. She traced her nail along his now opened palm, fascinated. “This is beautiful..”

“Hey Gracie.”

There was a voice behind Honey. One she knew but hadn't heard. That thick Brooklyn accent. The scent of whiskey and cigarettes. The tears threatened to spill down her cheeks as she turned to look. To see her Uncle Lenny that she missed every day. That she longed to talk to about her life. But Sunny went back to his screaming, and Honey knew Lenny was gone.

“I CAN'T FEED YOU! I WASN'T PREGNANT WITH YOU SO I'M NOT EQUIPPED. PLEASE STOP CRYING! I'M SORRY HE TOOK YOU AWAY FROM A VERSION OF ME WHO COULD PROVIDE FOR YOU!”

Honey began to weep now. She felt helpless. Disconnected from the infant she rocked gently without thought. As if a tiny part of her brain that beat her down and told her she failed Selina. There was a reason the little girl preferred Leon to her. That Honey just wasn't good enough.

Now here she was unable to do the simplest thing, calm a crying infant. Her big fat tears poured onto Sunny’s face, and his crying ceased immediately. He blinked those indescribable eyes a few times before inhaling as deep as his little lungs could manage. She braced herself for another brain piercing howl. Instead he exhaled a coo wrapped up in a smile while staring directly in his new mother’s own eyes.

And there it started, a tether from Honey’s heart to the little boy’s. He tangled his fingers around her hair that brushed over his cheeks as she started to laugh. It trickled down to Sunny and through him. He responded with giggles that lit a fire in Honey’s chest. Quite literally.

Her breast and nipple felt like they were ablaze. She winced and gasped at the pain before taking one in her hand and held it tightly. The searing took her breath away before it spilled out on to her grip in the form of liquid. Honey's breast started leaking.

Without thought or hesitation she freed herself, finally, from her top. Sunny’s eyes became a bright green the moment he saw her offered breast and latched on. He sucked hungrily, little eyes rolling back in his head as he tightened his grip on Honey's hair. The baby opened and closed his fist as he ate. Honey hummed.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray,” she sang and swayed as if she were dancing with the baby. “You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away.” Honey bent to kiss Sunny’s forehead. He heaved one more great sigh and fell asleep.

The clock on their mantle struck 3pm, and Honey panicked. Selina’s dance class.

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Honey slipped past the other parents to the empty seat Leon had saved between himself and Tom and Ella. Her giant suede purse slung around her body more like a satchel. She sat down rather gingerly, greeted the Kidmans and let her long hair fall loose from under her beret. She smiled at her husband, all flushed cheeks and bright brown eyes.

From Leon’s angle as he kissed her hello it looked like a babydoll sticking out of her bag. Instead, to his shock, Honey carefully pulled a human baby from inside bundled up to its large eyes. Familiar ones that held Leon's gaze as she unzipped the little winter jacket that had been Selina’s.

Honey removed the tiny tossle cap. Underneath it was a baby boy (as beautiful as Selina) who released a satisfying coo. Then the little one turned to reach for Leon; to Honey’s dismay, he recoiled. She sniffed her displeasure while Sunny dove face first into her chest. Not for a breast, but simply a snuggle.

“The least you could do is hold him,” Honey’s tone was icy as she faced forward.

She caught her daughter’s eye from across the room and they waved at each other with enthusiasm. Selina pointed with sheer delight at the bundle in her mommy’s lap. Honey nodded and made the baby wave at his sister who bounced around in her tutu before the teacher took her hand and gently guided Selina back in line. Honey mouthed she was sorry.

"I'm just trying to figure out why my missus has got a baby that she wasn't pregnant with a few hours ago? Care to explain, love?”

Leon’s eyes were filled with worry as he looked at Honey. The tone of his voice was more tender than accusatory as he took one of her hands and squeezed it. Honey melted as she often did when it came to Leon's touch.

"A magical door opened up in our living room and that fake American cousin of yours, you know the one from the abortion,” she whispered this, “clinic?” Honey took a breath before continuing, “And I'm pretty sure he is our son from the future. He was in those FBI posters too. Back when we turned ourselves in. Anyways, he said his name was Klaus? Nicklaus. Nicklaus, Leon. He said well, this is ALSO our kid,” she presented the baby to Leon again, “from the future."

“I think you need to stop taking that blooming fertility concoction my mum and aunts made for you in Greece last summer. It's doing your head in because you sound like a bleeding nutter.”

"Leon, he’s our Sunny. Just like you predicted. You believed me then. I promise. Just hold him. Believe me again, please?” Honey pleaded with her husband.

“I quit drugs cold, and you've gone barmy. Then nicked some poor punter’s baby.” Anyone could tell Leon didn't even swallow one word spoken just now.

"First off, that concoction is cinnamon, honey, nettles and primrose oil. Nothing with drug properties. You're the one on maca, tribulus fruit and asparagus. Suck your own cock and see how it tastes." Honey stuck her chin out in defiance.

Tom choked on the cigar he was smoking. Meanwhile a knowing smile crossed Ella’s face. Her eyebrow raised in amusement at the direction this was headed. The Kostas couple were incredibly sexy when they argued. Honestly, they felt the same about each other.

"That's because you're not supposed to give me head, I'm supposed to put it in you. Remember that's how babies are made? Bloody hell.” Leon sighed and gave into his wife. He rolled his eyes and pursed his lips. Then he held out his arms, “Fine, just give him to me for cuddle”

Honey handed Sunny over to Leon who held him aloft. The baby had his fingers in his mouth. They glowed the softest hint of blue to the elder’s fascination. Then he let his little lips drop open to reveal mostly nothing but one lone tooth poking from the bottom gum. That tiny hand shot out to clench a fistful of Leon's goatee with an excited squeal.

Honey bit her bottom lip until she was certain it was going to bleed. A giant lump in her throat made it hard to swallow as she choked back tears willing Leon to get it. To see Nicklaus. Or Klaus. Or Sunny was theirs. She tightened her grip around forearm that she didn't realize had been in her grasp.

She wasn't a woman who prayed, not usually. To a Saint here and there, but quietly now she did. She wanted to convey to her husband that her body just couldn't get pregnant again naturally for whatever reason. Honey had started to bleed heavily before she left the apartment. Another miscarriage as the baby from the future sat wrapped up in Selina’s pink snowsuit. He was a gift just like Sugar no matter where he came from.

Leon studied this little boy. His nose, oddly curved like Leon's even though that was done much later in life. Those big, color changing eyes that moved in all shades of blues and greens in a matter of moments were also Leon's. It was like he held himself in his hands.

“Lovely little muppet.” Leon’s head swam. Sunny kicked his legs a bunch of times and contorted himself so he could suck on Leon's wrist. He let out a ragged breath just as the baby had done with Honey. “γεια, η μικρή μου ηλιοφάνεια,” Leon whispered. Hello my little sunshine.

There wasn't any part of Honey in Nicklaus, not the way there was in Selina. Her mummy’s attitude and defiance and brown eyes that took in the world and sought how to knock it down and start again. Leon shut down the part of his brain screaming REPLICA!

“That sadistic Monopoly man from the FBI or CIA did this, didn't he. Reginald Hargreeves.” Leon wasn't asking Honey, he was telling. He suddenly held Sunny close to his chest. His chin rested on the little boy’s head protectively. Leon kissed his curls as he had done a million times with Sugar and his wife.

She nodded because even her bones sang with revelation. They couldn't speak further because just then Selina burst into view along with the other little girls. She sprung into the air and onto Tom's lap, not her papa’s. He grunted then smiled in his Kidman way which was unnerving to the untrained eye. The little girl patted his cheek then kissed it. Ever one to tame the savage beast.

“Mommy baked me a baby!” she cried.

“She sure did, dollface.” He wouldn’t question a thing for the rest of his life.

Now she forsook Kidman to crawl across her mummy to gawk at the baby nestled into Leon's chest. “Hello, poppet. Papa calls me that.”

Sugar wedged her finger in Sunny's grip. They considered one another with fascination. Then Sunny screamed and giggled happily before putting her finger in his mouth.

Now Selina squealed with excitement and yanked it back. They played a game of offering and sucking for a few moments before the little girl declared that Sunny belonged to her. She stuck up her chin with a look of pride and contentment with herself. With the situation.

“He's my baby. Ok?” Neither Honey nor Leon would ever argue with that.

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Winter of 1973

Honey sat cross-legged on the floor beside the Christmas tree. Her impossibly long hair hung over her shoulder and wrapped around Sunny who sat in her lap. He absently sucked on a thumb while his free hand flexed and twisted around his mother’s thick mane. Little hands flickered their occasional blue while Honey hummed a carol under her breath.

Leon was stationed in a large comfy chair, his one foot slung over the side. His foot wobbled anxiously. A handful of old journals and papers spread out over his lap. Books that had showed up one day without a messenger. Papers Tom had smuggled out of the CIA from insiders. All leading back to the nefarious billionaire with a monocle that studied the husband and wife and claimed if they paid him in return, they would get off scot free. Even keep the cash.

Selina danced around the tree. The lights reflected off of the dress Honey had fashioned, at Leon's insistance, from the gift she made just six years ago. It matched the tiny vest Sunny now wore as he bounced and wiggled rhythmically so desperate to dance with Sugar.

“Mummy?” Selina spun in a circle and tossed garland at the tree haphazardly.

“Yes?”

“Sunny’s coming.”

“What? Coming where? He can toddle about like a drunken sailor.”

“Mummy! Not my baby brother. Big Sunny. He's coming for a visit. He looks so much like Papa, but sad.”

Honey and Leon exchanged frantic glances. The traveler, from the future. But how did Selina know? Her papa asked as much.

“Silly! Sometimes he sees us through the windows. He likes to watch you be Mummy and Papa to Sunny. That you are good to him. I saw him and he talked to me. He very much likes Mummy in a.. Daddy way? But also in a me and Sunny way. I told him be here for Christmas. Is he my Theíos? His name is Mouse. Mummy is that..”

“Topolino. His name is Klaus. Nicklaus like Sunny and Pappou. You are too little to understand, Sugar.”

Honey scooped her up too and cradled both of her children in her lap, kissing their foreheads. She looked at Leon who knitv his eyebrows in thought. Mouth agape with just the slight bit of perturbed on his lips. But a shock of wind and blue and magnetism outside the windows on the fire escape startled the Kostas parents into attention.

“HE'S HERE! TOPO IS HERE!” Selina bolted to the window which Klaus tentatively tapped on. Without permission from her parents, she let him in. She held his hand tight and dragged him to the center of the living room.

Klaus stood uncomfortably in front of Leon and Honey. His hair was as long as Honey’s and his beard to boot. He wore giant rose tinted sunglasses and a starfish necklace dangled against his bare chest. His clothes were blue and white, pants striped with it, and very.. ritualistic. Religious almost. Honey told herself he looked like Jesus had fucked George Harrison in Elton John’s closet.

“Happy Christmas?!” He held up a bottle of wine. “I came bearing a gift!”

“Ain't you a little early in The Savior’s journey to be looking like that?” Leon quipped.

“What? Oh this? I had to.. disperse an alternative lifestyle community.”

“A cult?” Honey questioned.

“A commune,” Klaus and Leon said simultaneously.

Honey shivered. “Either way,” she crossed her arms, “we've been expecting you. For two years.”

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#robert sheehan #robert sheehan character fic #moonbrella academy #klaus hargreeves #leon x honey

[b-yeonder]

Hey are the requests open? If so, can you do a a-z nsfw for Lucifer? If they're not open then please ignore this. Anyways, I love your writing and I'm looking forward to more 😊😊😊

I’ve never done one of these before so I hope it’s okay. Also I struggle to take anything seriously so of course there’s gonna be some dumb shit in here. Anyway, hope you enjoy and thank you so much! 

Warnings: NSFW, mentions of murder

NSFW A-Z: LUCIFER

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Lucifer can be rough - he's known to be a sadist after all but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to look after you once he's had his way. Softens his voice, asks if you're okay, if there's anything you need. Will clean you up and praise you for how well you did. If it's him needing the aftercare, he's very quiet, playing over what just happened. Appreciates a drink and gentle caresses to bring him back down to earth

B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I think that Lucifer has quite a lot of insecurities - being told you're perfect all the time can make you dwell more on your flaws (or what you deem to be flaws.) But one thing he does like is his eyes. He knows he can make you lose yourself in his eyes with a single look. One look from across the room and he can have you begging for him within moments.On you he loves your hands. He doesn't let many people get close, let alone touch him, but your hands can ease his pains and make him feel loved. Massages, caresses, the way you hold his head against your chest at night, or the way you grip his cock so eagerly once he's riled you up. Also ties into a little somethin' I'll mention below in the D section eh ehhhh. (Oh and your mouth is a close second. (And not just because you called him baby boy once and had him malfunctioning for a whole hour.))

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Lucifer doesn't like the thought of cleaning up, so prefers to cum inside you - it's his main way of showing that you're his. But accidents happen and there have been times he's slipped out at the last minute and coated the skin of your stomach/back and for a moment he found himself admiring it - like a new way of marking you as his. Oh he also likes painting your tongue with his cum too because watching you swallow it makes his pride bl o s s o m.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Dirty to him anyway - he actually likes submitting to you. (Once you two are quite established.) Shock horror! But you're the only one he trusts to completely let loose with, and sometimes when you have this much pressure on you it's nice to let someone else take control. BE HONOURED. OH and the hand thing. He will fucking worship your digits. Kiss 'em, suck 'em, nuzzle 'em. OOF. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's been around for a long time, so it goes without saying he's had plenty of experience. He's well versed in the basics and is quick to pick up on every little thing you like to use against you (in the best way possible).

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Likes being able to see your face, to watch every little sound escape your lips, every little sign of pleasure. Feeds off of it. But is not averse to shoving you face first into the mattress and fucking you senseless until you can barely utter a word. So y'know depends on his mood really. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Serious. But dumb shit can happen during sex and even the Mighty First is not immune to this. Will laugh stuff off and get things quickly back on track by muttering naughty things in that delicious voice of his. If you insist on being jokey he'll insist on making it so you can't do anything but moan ;)

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He's a busy guy, but he makes sure to always be groomed. This does mean that things get on top of him and well...don't blame the overworked tired bean if he gets a little unruly down there sometimes, okay?

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

He's almost always quietly praising/encouraging you - in between the teasing of course. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He's a stressed mess, he needs to release his frustrations somehow. Does it less so since you came along, and honestly didn't masturbate too often before, but when he does it's a scene. He takes his time, making sure to work up to a glorious finish so that he can truly relax afterwards.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Probably has a Sir or Daddy kink. Kinda likes choking you as well. One time your hand slipped from his chest to his throat without you thinking and that's when he realised he kinda likes being choked too oii oiiii.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His freakin' giant glorious bed because he's old and has back pain. Also bending you over his desk after rather troublesome days works too.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You teasing him throughout the day. "MC you're eating that corn too sexually I'm going to have to teach you a lesson later." "Did you just call me mum? I don't care if it's an accident, I'm going to have to punish you later." "Did you just breathe? That's it, you asked for it." In all seriousness he rarely shows his want for you on the outside, but inside he'll be raring to ravage you. Depends on the day - one day you could have him popping a boner simply by rubbing your foot against his calf. The next, stripping naked and grinding on his face might not even make him blink. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

"Roleplay as Satan for me, Lucifer." You're probably dead before you even finish speaking those words, sorry I don't make the rules. (Oh wait I kinda do right now oops.)

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Prefers to give as he likes having the power over you to make you come completely undone. Can feel a little vulnerable receiving - maybe he got bitten by a devious ex lover, who knows, but once you get going and his confidence with you grows he likes nothing more than grabbing the back of your head and urging you to take more of him.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He can be both. Fast and rough are his go-to, and when he does go slow, his thrusts are still usually on the harder side.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He loves taking his time with you, as he likes driving you crazy for him but if the mood calls for it he has no issues with bending you over his desk and taking you right then and there. Will probably take extra care of you next time.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Damn straight he's down to experiment. Is curious to see how far both of you can go and what you're willing to do. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Only one round, his back hurts too much. I'm kidding, he can go a few rounds, and can last a long time. There have been a couple occasions he's cum rather fast - either when drunk, or it's been a while since the last time. Gets very embarrassed over it but knows it's natural and happens sometimes. (That’s not the norm though, he promises.)

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He got a bit crazy when you came along. Anything you like the sound of, he has. Already had blindfolds and things to bind you with - rope, ribbons, string cheese, you name it. But now you're here he has a whole collection of toys to tease you with. Even has a favourite vibrator he loves to leave strapped to your thigh so you can't get away from it. Ah, good times.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Biiitch. BIiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch. This monster is the biggest tease. "Hm...I'm not sure you deserve my cock today, MC. Now now, begging will get you nowhere." (It probably will eventually, just saying. ...Maybe.) He'll leave you on read for days but magically turn up just as you're about to pleasure yourself like "nuhuh bitch, not today."

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Fairly quiet - any sounds he does make are low in his throat, deep. Loses control closer to reaching his climax - gets breathier, speaks a little louder and noises are more frequent. Buuut once he did manage to wake up everyone in the house but that was because you'd been teasing him all day, you hadn’t slept together in like a week, and he'd been drinking and-- the list of excuses go on.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Was once convinced to try out women's underwear once after a conversation with Asmo and was pleasantly surprised by how nice his ass looked. Will never EVER tell anyone this though, not even you and shit I shouldn't even be writing this he's probably gonna-- Oh heyyy Lucifer, nothing to see here I was jus--*gurrKH*

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Decent length, decent thickness. Just enough to take a bit of work to fit in but not too much that it's uncomfortable, y'know?

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Not very high, definitely not above average. Can definitely go without, but his mind might wander.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends how tired he is, and how much is on his mind. You'll probably be the one to fall asleep first most of the time, which is great because he's good at giving after-sex cuddles. Plus your steady breathing makes it easier for him to sleep as well so...win win?

[phoebe-lou]

A Forgotten Birthday

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Pairing: Number Five x reader

Summary: After saving the world from the apocalypse, Five struggles with living a simple life causing a strain on his relationship.

Word Count: 2009

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5...4...3...2..1! Happy Birthday to me.

Sunlight shone throughout my room, and a gentle breeze drifted through the open windows. Looking over at the clock which now read 6.00am, I allowed a smile to grace over my lips. I had been restless all night and had been sat up worrying about Five like usual. I hoped today would be different, giving both of us one day to take a break from his obsessive apocalyptic nature.

Rolling over on my side, I was shocked to find the other side of the bed empty and Five's early morning 'signature' coffee missing. Letting out a frustrated sigh, I peeled back the duvet and groggily trudged over to the bathroom. After gently splashing some cold water over my face and brushing my teeth, I tossed my crazy-ass hair into a messy bun like a boss, and began the trek to the kitchen.

Expecting to be greeted with breakfast and a fresh cup of coffee, I found non other than a half-naked Klaus passed out on the table, and Five no where in sight. For fucks sake. I rolled my eyes and began making Klaus some breakfast as he'll need some hangover food to soak up all the alcohol. I decided to just throw in some toast and pour a glass of orange juice, as Klaus began waking up and mumbling something about his ass and chocolate pudding?

"Morning sunshine." I said with an amused smile on my face, whilst Klaus began to groan and pulled himself up into a sitting position.

"What rude bitch opened the blinds this morning?" He said after accepting a glass of orange juice I handed him.

"That would have been you, and your amazing Picasso skills last night I'm guessing."

Klaus looked up at the blinds to see that someone had cut them up to make some clothes, since there was underwear shaped holes missing.

"I was wondering what I was wearing, it's definitely not yours or Allison's."

"I think the yellow 'blind' underwear, really complements your eyes." I laughed winking at him, as I took the toast out and began buttering it.

"Danke."

"So what year is it again?" Klaus mumbled as he began munching on the toast I put in front of him.

"You mean the date Klaus?."

"Yeah that."

"It's __________ (insert birthday🥳)."

"Holy shit!" Klaus shot up, knocking his chair over and throwing the toast to the ground. Then sassily marched over to me, where he pulled me into a giant bone crushing hug. Jesus how does he wake up so fast?

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU SEXY MIDGET."

"I'M ONLY 4"10, FIGHT ME BITCH."

"ALSO BEN SAYS HAPPY BIRTHDAY."

"TELL HIM I LOVE HIM."

*Meanwhile Ben just rolls his eyes*

"There is way too much Klaus and Y/N in here, this early in the morning." Diego huffed as he began filling up the kettle, not even bothering to comment on Klaus's attire.

"Good morning to you too Antonio Banderas." Klaus laughed and high-fived me.

"Besides it's only 7.00am." I smiled.

"Whatever."

"Oooo whose got your panties in a twist?."

"Anyway, Happy Birthday Y/N." Diego huffed.

"Awww you remembered, I knew you loved me really." I said forcing Diego into a hug which he eventually gave into. Suddenly another pair of arms wrapped around us. Diego became alarmed and shouted "What is wrong with you?!"

Klaus innocently smiled "I just wanted to be part of the moment."

"What's wrong with who?" Trust monkey boy to enter at this moment.

"I'll take this as my leave." Diego shrugged Klaus's arms off him, then subtly tilted his head at me, towards a card he placed by the microwave. Before marching off, after I gave him a beaming smile and a wave.

"Happy Birthday kid."

"Thanks Luther but you know I'm 28 years older than you."

"And your even more immature than Klaus, and trust me that's saying something."

"Rude. Hey don't agree with him Ben, you're supposed to be on my side." Klaus began to have a one-sided argument with 'Ben.' While I took this as a chance to slip out the kitchen and get ready.

*2 hours later*

Yes I'm high maintenance, and looking this gorgeous takes a while.

I finally finished my outfit my adding my new moon necklace, which was a birthday present from Luther (that was probably picked by Allison).

I sprayed some perfume and let my h/c  hair fall down. Mission was ago. Find Five. Get drunk. Party. Have an awesome birthday. Go back a few steps and whoop Five's ass for no breakfast in bed. Perfect.

I looked through the entire house, where there was no trace of him so decided to head over to Griddy's Doughnuts. As I opened the front door, I walked into Allison and Vanya who immediately wished me a Happy Birthday and began planning a girls night out. Just what I need after putting up with all this shit, Five keeps throwing at me.

*Flashback* - Warning Mild Smut ⚠️

I was lounging across Five's bed pretending to read this boring romance novel, whilst Five was consistently writing long, complicated equations all over his wall. I wasn't expecting this is what he meant when he invited me over to spend sometime together. My patience was wearing thin, as I tried to tell myself that he was just not used to having a life outside of the apocalypse. But I went through it with him, so if I can learn to adapt, he should to.

Sneakily looking over at him, I came up with a plan to draw his attention away. Gently placing the book on the bed, I slowly walked towards him and placed my arms around his neck. It was no shocker that he immediately tensed up and his brows began to frown deeper.

"What do you want Y/N?"

"Not much." I whispered in his ear, as I ghosted my lips over his neck. "Just a little bit of attention."

Five sighed and tried to focus on the equation he was working on, which had now proven difficult as I began to pepper kisses along his jaw.

"Come on, enough."

I ignored him and began to drag my soft kisses down his neck, sucking a little harder until I found his sweet spot. Got you.

"Y/N...." He drifted off, as the pen dropped from his hands.

"Hmm?" I smirked and began grasping at his dark hair.

He finally turned around and smashed our lips together sloppily, as our tongues began fighting for dominance. He obviously won. His hands began to gently slide up the bottom of my top, just resting above my hips as he began to draw circles on my skin. Suddenly blue sparks surrounded us as I found ourselves teleported onto his desk.

He shoved all of his work out the way and began making out with me again. I gradually lifted my arms up, as he began to pull my top off...

"Y/N?"

"Y/N?"

"Y/N?!!"

My eyes fluttered dreamily as I looked over at Five who was frowning at me.

"For gods sake, did you fall asleep?! I wanted some help with these equations as you're the only non-idiotic person I know. Ugh forget it, of course it doesn't matter if there's another apocalypse." He whined sarcastically, and turned back around, continuing his work.

Five's writing came to a stop and as I launched my book at the walk near his head.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" He shouted, finally exploding with frustration.

"You're an ass." I mumbled. He rolled his eyes and teleported away, probably before he did or said something he'd regret.

I preferred dream Five.

*Flashback over*

Arriving at Griddy's, I locked the car and walked over to the entrance and went inside. Surprise, surprise my 'affectionate' boyfriend was sat with a mug of coffee writing equations on napkins.

"Well, well, well good afternoon handsome." Five looked up irritated and forced a smile.

"What is it?" Was he joking?

"I thought we were going to spend the day together, you said you had something planned last week."

"We'll have to reschedule or something."

"Hahaha very funny grumpy-ass." He didn't look very amused, as he sighed and took a long sip of coffee.

"Can we talk later, I'm kind of in the middle of something?"

Alarms were going off. He had forgotten. Maybe he needed a little more convincing and a few hints.

"Well today is kind of a special day." He looked blankly at me before he gave me a genuine smile.

"Is it national coffee day? Thanks for reminding me gorgeous." He smirked and winked. Was he for fucking real?

"Maybe you should get some cake with that coffee."

"The sweetness ruins the bitter taste I like." You bitter old bugger.

"Isn't there something you're forgetting Five? Some sort of special day, for a special girl."

"Shit. You're right. Meet me at the house in 20 mins." With that he teleported away. Well my work here is done. I'm expecting a decent last minute party though.

After wasting 30 mins shopping, I decided to head back and see what Five had done. As I entered the house it was really quiet, until I reached the living room....

Where Five sat lounging on a sofa drinking margaritas with Dolores.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!!"

"Well when you say about a special day for a special lady, I remembered-d that it's been some years years since we found the lovely-y Dolores." He smirked cheekily at me and offered me a glass.

"Are you drunk?"

"No...."

"......."

"Maybe..."

"......"

"Yes..."

Just at the wrong time everyone came rushing in with party poppers, and balloons shouting 'SURPRISE.' I looked down to the floor with angry tears burning down my cheeks, I couldn't believe him. Everyone could sense the tension in the room, except for Five who still looked completely clueless.

"What's goin-n on? He slurred.

"Check the calendar..." I whispered.

I couldn't stand everyone looking at me with such pity so I went straight to our room, crying myself to sleep early.

*A few hours later*

I woke up to knocking at the door.

"Go away."

Hearing the familiar sound of Five's special jump I buried my face into my pillow.

"Can we talk...?"

"...."

"Please... Y/N."

"...."

"Can we just..."

"WHAT?!" I hissed, ripping the duvet off me to glare at him.

He straight away noticed my red, blotchy face, and long tear lines causing my mascara to run down my face.

"I'm sorry..." With that Five burst into tears. I'd only ever seem him cry twice so I wasn't sure what to do.

"I'm sorry-y... I've j-just been trying-g to be ready f-for something bad to happen-n again, as I know the c-commission wants order-r. We've both been-n to hell and b-back, and I can't imagine-e loosing you. I j-just wanted to keep-p you safe, but I've b-been so wrapped up in d-doing all these possible equations-s, that I've p-pushed you away.... Then I've been-n so preoccupied that I forgot-t your b-birthday..."

"Oh Five." I wrapped my arms around him as he began to sob into my chest. I whispered soothing words as I gently rubbed his back.

"You'll never loose me, and I'm not upset about my birthday that much. I honestly just miss spending time with you, and can't believe you prioritised coffee and a manikin over me you ass!" At this Five chuckled and began to calm down.

"You know I don't say it enough... but I love you Y/N."

"I love you too Five."

"Did you want to have that amazing party you've been telling me about?"

"Actually can we just spend the rest of today cuddling and watch a move?"

"Anything you want love."

"You were totally jealous of Dolores."

"Shut up Five."

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[summahsunlight]

We Belong to the Stars, Ch. 25

Rating: Mature (18+ only)

Word Count: 2765

Pairings: Poe/Skywalker!OC

Characters: Poe Dameron, Leia Organa, BB-8, Kaleb Skywalker (OC), Evelyn Skywalker (OC), Karé Kun, Iolo Arana, Snap Wexley, Jessika Pava, BB-8

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Alarm klaxons blasted throughout the base signaling heavy causalities were incoming.

Evelyn pushed her way into the command center, hearing the frantic radio messages and communications.  "Is it Black Squadron?" She asked, grabbing Kaydel by the arm.  When the younger woman wouldn't answer her because her aunt had given them strict orders to keep Evelyn out of the loop--Evelyn shouted, "Is it Black Squadron?"

Kaydel could only nod her head before getting back to work; Evelyn tore off towards the surface of the planet. This was the worst part of being grounded, she couldn't help out her team, she couldn't help Poe.  For the last two months she had watched as Poe led mission after mission, as she was forced to sit on the sidelines.  Heart thundering in her chest, Evelyn made it to the surface just as four x-wings touched down. Immediately she could see that they were heavily damaged and chaos broke out on the flight pad.

Medics were running in, fire crews were dousing the flames on the fighters, and people were shouting, trying desperately to be heard over the blaring alarms.  Evelyn ducked underneath mechanical crew and headed straight for Poe's x-wing.  BB-8 was being lowered from the socket, beeping wildly and the little droid rushed at her when he caught sight of her.

"It's okay, BeeBee," Evelyn assured him, even if in that moment she didn't feel it. 

"Lieutenant, I need you to get out of the way, ma'am," someone said behind her and she felt fingers grasping her arm. 

Evelyn turned to see a medic pushing her back as the hatch to Black One hissed open. Immediately the medics swarmed the fighter, she didn't even know she was holding her breath until she heard Poe shouting at them that he was fine.  Letting out the breath, she reached down and gave a very anxious BB-8 some belly scratches. 

Poe emerged from the cockpit, shoving his helmet at one of the medics before gingerly peeling himself out of the pilot's seat. "I'm fine!" he hissed when the medics insisted on looking at him. "Just some bruising; I'll live."

She didn't know why but that statement made her eyes fill with tears and she released her frustration in a choked sob.  BB-8 nudged her, trying to comfort her, and moaned softly that he was sorry she wasn't flying with them anymore; he missed her. 

"I miss her too, BeeBee," Poe said before pulling Evelyn into his arms. "It's okay; we're fine."

"I hate this, Poe," Evelyn whimpered against his flight suit which smelled like smoke and engine oil. "I hate that I'm not out there with you."

He pressed a kiss to her temple. Poe pulled away from her, wrapped his arm around her torso, and headed back towards the base. He was barely concealing the winces on his face as he walked, but she didn't argue with him.  "I need to speak to General Organa--update her on what happened out there."

Evelyn nodded and walked with him. She looked over her shoulder at the medics attempting to tend to the other members of Black Squadron. It turned out that all the pilots were equally as stubborn when it came to seeking medical treatment. Glancing back at Poe, she asked, "What did happen out there, Poe?"

Poe sighed, heavily. "A mess--a big giant mess.  We need to figure out whose leaking information to the First Order and we need to figure it out now. Otherwise, we're going to be dealing with worse than Karé breaking her leg."

"Karé broke her leg?" 

"Yeah, as we were escaping Terex and his thugs again."

"Who are you going to suggest replaces her?"

"You."

"Wait? What?"

He stopped and turned to face her. Poe could see the confusion in her eyes, after all, she had been grounded for two months.  "On the way back here, I got to thinking--our latest missions--those have been for your aunt--Dane has no idea what Black Squadron is doing.  As much as I hate the guy--he's not our mole."

She wasn't quite following his reasoning as to why he wanted her back on the squad.  Evelyn stepped aside as someone rushed by her, heading towards the surface.  "But you said yourself that there's no way Snap, Jess, Karé or L'ulo would betray the Resistance."

Poe nodded. "Yeah, that is until Terex knew exactly where to fire to disable Karé's fighter--she's lucky she got out of there with only a broken leg.  Who knows our fighters better than us, Evie?"

Evelyn paused, understanding flashing in her blue eyes. "Mechanics--they know our ships just as well as we do if not better. So you think...you think one of our mechanics is the mole?"

"Only theory that makes sense."

"Why would one of our mechanics betray us like this?"

"I don't know," Poe said, grabbing her hand and leading her towards the command center. "But I intend to find out."

"How?" Evelyn asked, walking along with him.  "Are you even sure you know which mechanic it is?"

There was no response from him, partially because Poe didn't have any idea which mechanic was snitching on them, and partially because they had entered the command center and Leia was gesturing for them to join her in the situation room.  "Have a seat," she instructed the two pilots.  "We have a lot to discuss."

Evelyn shot Poe a glance as he sat down, wincing in pain as he did so.  A brief look of concern washed over Leia's face as she noticed the pain Poe was in, but knowing the commander, Leia didn't bring it up.  After this meeting was over, Evelyn was going to drag his ass down to the medcenter and have the medics look at him.  She didn't care if she had to drag him there kicking and screaming--he was going. She knew it was more than just some bruising. 

Leia called something up on the holotable, watching Poe and Evelyn's expressions intensely.  "Red Squadron was able to obtain the rest of those plans for the First Order base."

Poe blinked, eyes wide. "That looks a lot bigger than the Death Star."

"Because it is," Leia said, solemnly. "It's a base entirely built into a planet."

"How is the weapon charged?" Evelyn asked, anxiously.

"Agent Dane is working on decrypting the transmissions from Agent Lothor; engineers are looking at the specs."

"Is it operational?"

"Not yet. Maybe in another six to eight months."

Poe smiled, wistfully at Evelyn. "So... that gives us plenty of time to figure out how to blow it up."

Evelyn looked at him, incredulously. "I know you're trying to be funny... but at the same time you make a great point."

Leia shut the holoimage down.  "We might not have all the time in the galaxy, but... we have enough time that I think Black Squadron has earned a break, Commander."

Standing, Poe nodded his head, noticing that Evelyn was watching him closely.  "There's one more thing I wanted to discuss with you, ma'am."

"Yes. Evelyn is back on the squadron."

"What--how did you know that was what I was going to ask?"

The General's response was a gentle smile, and then an order for Poe to report to the med bay-- Evelyn offered to take him there herself. Poe argued the entire way out of the situation room that he didn't need to see a doctor, to which Evelyn argued that the wincing in pain every time he moved slightly was because she knew how hard he flew, how hard he pushed himself in the cockpit--she was taking him to the med bay.  

Chuckling, Leia shook her head.  Poe and Evelyn's bickering reminded her of herself and Han--L'ulo had been right all those weeks ago when he'd claimed that the young pilots were very much like a certain princess and smuggler.  Feeling a heaviness press on her chest, Leia hoped that Poe and Evelyn's story had a much happier ending that hers.

"How's the prince?" Snap asked when Evelyn joined the group of pilots at dinner.

"Stubborn," Evelyn responded, sitting down next to her brother. "But he was right--it really is just some bruising."

Kaleb laughed. "You're not going to live that down--that Poe was right.  He's going to remind you every chance he gets about this. Where is he anyway?"

Evelyn sighed and looked over her shoulder. "He went to take a shower, apparently he wasn't hungry." 

"Well, he's going to miss out," Jess said, holding up a bottle of brandy. "We're heading down to the lake after this to kickback."

"Sure you want him drunk again?" Kaleb quipped, grinning. "You do remember that last time he got drunk, right?"

"According to him--he wasn't," Snap chuckled.  

Kaleb frowned, slightly. He'd seen Poe a hell of lot drunker than he'd been the night down at the beach--but, Jas Dane had also not been around, hovering around Evelyn and calling her disparaging names. "Yeah well, thanks to him I have to deal with Dane and I'm pretty sure if I punch him my aunt is going to kill me."

Snap shrugged his broad shoulders. "I'd look the other way if I were her.  It's not like Dane doesn't deserve being punched--in fact, I'm pretty sure that if you did hit him, he probably would have done something to deserve it."

Evelyn had noticed that ever since the fight on the beach, Jas had been keeping his distance from Black Squadron, partially because Leia had assigned Kaleb's squadron to retrieve the transmissions from Lothor.  She didn't expect him, however, to change his attitude.  It would take more than Poe beating him up to accomplish that. She finished up her dinner, decided that she wasn't going join the other pilots down by the lake.

Jess looked at her, curiously. "Where are you going to go?" 

Smiling, Evelyn replied, "to make sure the prince doesn't get into any trouble tonight."

Sunset on D’Qar reminded him of home.  Poe climbed his favorite grassy hill, deciding to skip a night of drunken revelry with his friends, and opted for the quiet of a late summer sunset.  The sun was just beginning to dip into the horizon when he spread the thin, worn blanket out and sat down.  After being given the rest of the evening off, Poe had taken the opportunity the to freshen up after spending almost four days away from base.  It felt good to be out the flight suit and gear and in his familiar leather jacket. 

Cool metal brushed against his hand and Poe smiled.  It also felt good to have his trusty droid at his side. BB-8 had been following him around, concerned with how tired his master appeared, but Poe didn't mind.  After all, the little droid had kept his rekindled romance with Evelyn a secret since they had kissed on the light freighter months ago now.  Even though he was pretty sure everyone was aware that they were back together, BB-8 still hadn't said a word to the others.  Poe sighed, feeling his muscles ache. The mission had been dangerous but they had still gotten additional information that might lead them to Lor San Tekka.  Poe closed his eyes for a moment, letting the setting sun warm his face.  It had been a long day… an incredibly long day…

“Do you mind if I join you?” Evelyn’s voice questioned, quietly, behind him.

“Of course not,” Poe replied, opening his eyes.  He watched as she sat down next to him, sun reflecting in her copper brown hair.  Gods, is she beautiful, he thought as he reached out and ran his fingers through her hair. “Not in the mood to join in on the drinking tonight?”

Evelyn shook her head. "No.  I think I've had enough of cantinas and bars and drinking for a while."

Poe chuckled and draped his arm over her shoulders, drawing her close to him. "Me too."

She snuggled against the perfect nook between his arm and shoulder, noticing that he winced slightly.  "Does this hurt?"

He kissed the top of her head. "For you, I'll take a little bit of pain if it means I can hold you." He turned his attention to the last bit of sunlight in the sky, watching as the sun dipped completely below the horizon and out of sight.  The air around them instantly cooled now that the warmth of the sun was gone and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Evelyn shiver.  “Are you cold?”

Wrapping her arms around her upper body, Evelyn shrugged. “A little; I didn't really plan a head when I went looking for you.”

“Here,” he said, starting to peel his jacket off, “take mine.”

“Poe,” she protested as he draped it over her shoulders, “you don’t have too.”

“I’m trying to be chivalrous here, Evie.”

“You don’t have to be!”

“I want to be!”

“Sometimes you're so difficult.”

He laughed at the remark, his dark brown eyes sparkling.  Poe held onto his jacket, now hanging over her shoulders.  “There. Warmer?”

She felt color rise to her cheeks underneath his gaze.  “Yes. Thank you.”

Poe held her gaze a little longer than he had expected to, but he couldn’t tear his eyes off of her.  Kiss her, he told himself, but was completely transfixed by her; her eyes, the curve of her lips, how his jacket was much too big on her…

Evelyn smiled at him, coyly.  "You know you can kiss me, right? I think I've established that I'm alright with that."

Slowly, using his hold on the jacket to guide him, Poe pressed his lips to hers in a soft kiss.  He released his hold on the jacket and wrapped his strong arms around her waist, guiding her towards the blanket.  Her mouth opened this his, and he deepened the kiss as he laid her down underneath him. 

Closing her eyes, Evelyn sighed, as Poe’s lips began to kiss her along her jawline, behind her ear, and then down to her collarbone.  She felt a fire spread across her skin wherever his lips touched her.

Poe pulled back, his left hand idly stroking her hip. “Hey, BeeBee-Ate?”

BB-8 beeped, his eye socket watching every move his master made.

“You can head back to base; I’m sure you need a recharge by now,” Poe said, kissing Evelyn, hungrily.  “Oh, and still not a word of this…to anyone… got it?”

There was a chirping affirmative from BB-8, before he rolled away, down the grassy hill and back towards the base.   Poe smiled as he leaned down to capture her lips once again with his own.  She yielded to his gentle pressure, allowing him to deepen their kiss.  He pressed her back into the thin blanket underneath him, his arms wrapping tightly about her, hands burying in her soft hair.  Their legs became entangled the heavier their kisses became, and he felt what little control he had over his senses slipping away as desire took hold of him.

He broke their kiss, breathing hard, and slowly pressed kisses into the hollow of her neck, dipping lower and lower until he was kissing the top of her chest.  Her hands tightened in his hair, he heard her little gasps of pleasure and felt a shiver run up his spine.

Poe pulled back, raising his head to gaze at her.  Evelyn was breathing just as hard as he was, her hair spread out around her on the blanket, evident that hands had been playing in it mere moments before. He grinned at her just before he kissed her once again and pressed his body into hers because he wanted to feel as much of her as he could between the fabric of their clothing.

Evelyn began to unbutton his shirt. One hand idly drifting south towards the waistband of his trousers…

....and his com link went off, interrupting the heated moment, and requesting that he gather Black Squadron to meet in the situation room.

"Damn it," Poe sighed after the com link shut down. "I knew having the whole night off was too good to be true."

"It has to be important if Aunt Leia is calling for us, after giving us the night off," Evelyn replied, idly playing with his curls.

Poe closed his eyes and nodded.  He sat up, holding his hand out to her to help her up.  Opening his eyes, he took a deep breath. "Let's go see what they want."

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[halfblood-fiend]

Imma throw you a curveball for ur kiss ask meme... sparrow @ kasha, either 7 (shut up) or 17 (distract), bc of course I'm gonna want some hilarity to insue

Oh Jesus, this was way too much fun to write while drunk. I love you? For giving me this??

This is set in a Modern AU world where I guess all modern brands exist (don’t @me) despite it being our Pathfinder characters (though, at this point, they have barely anything to do with tabletop).

From the Fifty Ways to Kiss Someone list

17... to distract

Expensive Tastes

“Wait.” Kasha lookedaround at their upscale apartment from where she lounged on the corner seat ofthe leather couch. The place was perfectly spick and span, not a speck of dustanywhere. She had been under the hopeful impression that maybe her brother,Trey, had just been inspired to tidy their usually messy place up. But the newsthat her very uptight and very nervous brother had just given her was throwingher for a loop. “Wait... here? Your date’s coming here?”

“Yes,” Trey replied,gesturing wildly. “I told you that! Itold you days ago and this morning.”

“You did?”

Kasha looked aroundherself again. This time, she noted the candles, the flower arrangements, thefreshly wiped down kitchen counters. She saw the bowl of fruit they’d never eaton the island, noted the intoxicating smell of a roast lamb in the oven, heardthe gentle simmer of the mushroom sauce on the stove, and then she saw thedining table, set for two.

Her eyes widened, andshe nearly sloshed her brandy as she abruptly sat up. "Oh! She's comingHERE!"

Trey, strands of perfectlystyled auburn hair coming as undone as his brain was, nearly jumped at her likea feral cat. “YES! FOR THE LOVE OF THE GODS YES! So, GET OUT!!”

“Shit.”

Kasha downed the restof the liquid in her glass and leaped, lithe, from her seat. Trey rushed intoaction as well, picking her golden heels off the floor and throwing them toher. As she hopped from one foot to the other, slipping them on, Trey snatchedup her purse and dropped the straps into her free hand.

“Here, Kip!” Kasha called,shrugging the purse onto her shoulder as Trey stuffed her sunglasses into herhand next. “Careful! Those are Dior!”

“Leave Kip,” Trey saidtersely as he pushed Kasha towards the door.

“Why?”

“Because! I need him.”

Kasha stopped at thefront door and turned to squint at her twin brother who suddenly became veryfidgety. “You’ve never really liked Kip.”

“I do too.”

Right on cue, the terrierbounded around the corner and tried to jump up and put his front paws on Trey'sleg. Trey skirted around the claws muttering about Armani as he straightenedhis sports jacket. When he met Kasha’s quirked eyebrow, he sighed.

“Alright, alright. Ineed him for Sparrow.”

“Oh, you’re reallyusing that tactic—”

“Hey! I’ll use anytactic I can, okay? She likes dogs—loves dogs, actually so... please leave Kip.I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

Kasha rolled her eyesat her dumb ass brother and sighed. “You know what else I think Sparrow likes,”she said as she picked off the only white dog hair that besmirched Trey’sperfectly pressed baby blue suit. “Authenticity.”

Trey scowled.

“You know what she won’t like?”

“I sense you’re goingto tell me anyway whether I resp—”

“Giorgio Armani.” Kashaflicked the lapel of Trey’s coat. “Seriously, drop all this shit you’re doingto impress her, like our apartment and the arrangements and the suit and thegourmet meal in the kitchen, and try just being your regular goofball self. I’msure she’ll love it more than the money, no matter what mom and dad said. Mostpeople in their right minds do."

“Duly noted. I’ll besure to start a food fight tonight, or something,” Trey muttered. “I’ll text you when she’sgoing to leave.”

“You mean IF she leaves—HEY-OH!"

He finally laughed, andKasha was glad the stick reamed up his butt had loosened just a little. “Niceenthusiasm, but no. I want this one to go well.”

Kasha’s eyes widenedand she batted her eyelashes at him. “All the more reason to keep her here,huh?”

The high-pitched trillof the doorbell made them both jump a foot into the air.

“Holy fuck, SHE’S HERE.I TOLD you—”

Kasha waved Trey awayas she opened the front door. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m the worst sister—Hel-lo! Welcome, Sparrow.”

The woman from Kip’sdoggie daycare was familiar to her, but not quite like this.

Her makeup was done witha practiced hand Kasha hadn’t expected, winged eyeliner sharp and deadly, andher long scarlet hair, usually wild or in a haphazard ponytail was pulled backand styled in an updo that showed off her long, lovely neck. Her satin dresswas off one shoulder, the silver fabric that reflected brightly in her greyeyes wrapped around her tall body and fell in long perfectly arranged drapes toher knees. As if she needed any more height, black heels made her positivelytower over both Kasha and Trey, and Kasha wondered for a delirious moment ifthe beautiful giant would even fit through the door.

Kip barking happilybehind her broke the spell.

Sparrow’s face lit up,full red lips cracking into a wide grin. “KIPPIE! How’s my favorite Good Boy??”

Trey elbowed Kasha outof the way. “Sparrow! Please, come in. Don’t mind my sister. She was just. leaving.” His voice sounded higher than it should have been, but ifhe was as struck as Kasha had been, she could hardly blame him.

“Y-yeah. I'm goin’ outon the town, you know? Just...ha ha. Tearin’ shit up. As I do.” She snapped hermouth shut.

But Sparrow seemed notto have noticed. She had Kip in her arms the second she’d walked in the door,not seeming to care about how claws and satin don’t mix. She gave Kasha abreezy smile that made her stomach flip. “Cool. Sounds fun. I’ll watch your dogagain tonight, free of charge. Your brother, on the other hand, will cost you.”

“Ha. Ha.” Trey crossedhis arms, and tried to look offended, but his grin was too much to hold back.They were both like bursts of sunshine on rainy days, with just enough warmthto dry the ground before the clouds darkened and the rain poured all over again.

Kasha realized she hadbetter get outta here before she ended up staying just to bask in them both.

“Well. Better go beforethe night leaves without me. Have fun, you guys. Don’t burn down my house, Trey?”

“Wait,” Sparrow saidwith a frown. “Aren’t you going to grab a coat? It’s super cold out.”

“Oh?” Kasha paused andglanced at the entrance hall closet door. “Is it? You aren’t wearing one.”

Sparrow shrugged. “Idon’t get cold.”

“Oh, well in that case.”Kasha reached for the doorknob of the closet—

“No, wait—KASHA, NO!”Trey screamed.

As soon as she openedthe door, everything—and she meant everything—thatthe twins had had lying about their apartment spilled out of the closet;crumpled clothing, Kasha’s shoes, a pair of slippers, the Christmas tree theynever took down, all of Kip’s toys, the springtime wreath, Trey’s barely-usedgolf clubs...everything.

Kasha gawked at Trey,Trey gawked back, their guest completely forgotten for a painful heartbeat, asthey both grasped numb brains for how the fuckthey could salvage this.

‘Kasha! Distraction!”

“Got it!”

She looked around forsomething to do—anything to do! —as Trey sprang into action shoving everythingback where he had hidden it moments before.

“Uh. Uh??”

Sparrow was still in astartled state, though Kasha thought she saw the hint of a smile playing at herlips. Her beautiful, lush, kissable lips...

Kasha grabbed Sparrow’sface in her hands and brought the other woman down to her height and kissed herwith as much ferocity as she could muster.

“A-Guh—KASHA!?”

Just a bit longer,maybe just to smudge her lipstick, Kasha thought. Had Trey picked up his messyet? How many minutes had passed? Sparrow waswarm, hot even! And her mouth was as soft and lovely as Kasha had thought, evencompletely frozen in shock as she was. Just a bit more. Just so she couldremember and try not to be jealous that her brother might get to do thisforever and ever.

“KASHA!”

Breaking the kiss withSparrow was hard, keeping herself upright was a smidge harder. Her knees werewobbly, her legs wanting to collapse beneath her, the fit of butterflies in herstomach threatening to strangle her. And Sparrow, still bent, mouth half open,and a hand coming up to her lips, with Trey behind her, red-faced and comicallyhorrified, but whether from revealing his mess or from watching his sister makeout with his date, Kasha couldn’t quite tell.

She giggled,high-pitched, and head light from the kiss. She adjusted the straps of herpurse on her shoulder. "Um. Toodles," she said and slid out the frontdoor.

#Original fiction #Treysomel #Kasha'allen #Sparrow #Pathfinder AU #Modern AU #Sparrow is a dog sitter AU #I LOVE THIS SO MUCH?? #I was cackling the whole time I wrote it #I hope it's to your liking too #Trey x Sparrow #Kasha #Fiend writes #vaffaznculocolmpadrter #Fiend answers

[pickalilywrites]

Could I possibly ask for a EreAni valentines day thingy? I'm thinking something like Eren goes over the top with buying gifts for Annie, not expecting anything in return? And then Annie surprises him with either a super special gift, or with a kiss out of nowhere (maybe even in public which makes it more surprising and shocking)? Idk something along those lines. Please and thank you!

At my hs they sold grams with doughnuts and stuff but no one ever bought me those :c I feel like Eren would be very over the top always with any holiday that allows him to give gifts to Annie~

Valentine’s Grams

EreAni. High school AU. 

1229 words. 

“Ah, Valentine’s Day,” Mr. Smith smiles as students dressed as cupids and devils scramble around the classroom as they pass out gifts. Mr. Smith himself has an impressive pile of chocolates piling up on his desk and Annie suspects that most of them come from hopeful schoolgirls and not grateful students like Mr. Smith probably thinks. “I remember what it was like to be young and in love.”

Annie would have preferred being in Shadis’ class during this time. Shadis absolutely hated any classroom disruptions – once even yelling at a newspaper student who had requested a short interview of class president Marco Bodt – and he definitely wouldn’t have tolerated these silly Valentine’s grams.

Does she hate Valentine’s Day? No, but she can’t bring herself to like it either. She always finds herself running into five times as many, er, affectionate couples and it makes it all the more difficult to run to class. Then there are the gifts. They were so much more practical in elementary school. Candies and cards, simple and sweet. Now it seems like everyone’s trying to one up each other with various giant stuffed animals that people can barely stuff in their lockers and bouquets that are way too fragrant to be allowed into class without being distracting. Maybe she should have skipped school. Thinking about all of this was making her feel nauseous.

“Oh wow!” Mr. Smith says when he sees a giant teddy bear as big as a person walk into the door.

Connie Springer’s face appears behind the bear. “Hey, Mr. Smith. Just the usual V-Day delivery again.” In addition to the bear, he has bags filled with flowers and boxes of chocolates. He even has a boombox with him for some strange reason.

“Do you need any help?” Mr. Smith asks. He looks concerned and for good reason. Connie looks as if he’s about to get crushed by the giant plush toy at any minute.

“Nah, it’s cool. It’s all for one person anyway,” Connie assures him, already walking towards Annie’s side of the room. He finally stops at her desk and plops the bear down beside her before dropping the bags on her desk, not even bothering to wait for her to clear off her textbook and notebook beforehand.

“Connie, what the fuck are you doing?” Annie hisses, horrified at the pile of gifts on her desk. It almost rivals the mountain of chocolates sitting on top of Mr. Smith’s desk right now. “Sasha’s not in this class. And I’m not Sasha.”

“Oh, Sasha and I are going out to a new restaurant that opened up recently, so don’t worry about it. It’s nice that you’re concerned though,” Connie tells her. Unlike her, he speaks at a normal level and, because everyone’s attention was currently on her, everyone can hear every single word he’s saying. “Eren wanted to get all of this for you. I owe him a lot of money.”

Mr. Smith, in typical Mr. Smith fashion, grins widely and says, “Looks like Mr. Jaeger cares about you quite a bit, Annie! You must be thrilled!”

She’s actually mortified and would murder Connie right now, but she knows he’s only the messenger.

“This is great,” she mutters. She looks up to see that Connie’s still there, fiddling with the boombox. “What are you still doing here? Aren’t you done?”

“Almost,” Connie replies, not noticing her murderous glare. He presses a button and his face lights up as the music starts. He pulls out a pair of shades from his front shirt pocket and slips them on, shooting a finger gun at her in a pose that would be comical if it weren’t directed at her. “Alright! Get ready for the grand finale, Annie.”

Oh God, she thinks when she realizes that the song’s introduction is disturbingly familiar to her.

“As he came into the window, was a sound of a crescendo,” Connie warbles off-key. “He came into her apartment. He left bloodstains on the carpet.” He’s even moonwalking, very poorly Annie might add, as if his out of tune singing wouldn’t be enough to embarrass her.

Reiner, that bastard, is singing along with Connie (although he admittedly has a much nicer voice than Annie would have guessed) while other students clap along and bob their heads.

“Annie, are you okay, you okay, you okay, Annie? You’ve been hit by, you’ve been struck by a smooth criminal!” Connie finishes before Mr. Smith walks over to hit the “stop” button on the boombox.

“I think Annie’s had enough of that for today,” Mr. Smith laughs. “But I do appreciate the gusto with which you delivered her gifts, Mr. Springer.”

Annie doesn’t know if she should be grateful that Mr. Smith finally ended her misery or hate him for not ending it earlier.

“Thanks, Mr. Smith!” Connie beams, giving the math teacher a quick salute. He turns to smile at Annie. At this point Annie thinks he’s stupid because he doesn’t even flinch when she glares at him. “See ya, Annie! Hope you and Eren have a nice Valentine’s Day!”

When she walks out of class, she hears the faint hum of Michael Jackson’s “Smooth Criminal.” She continues to walk forward, planning on ignoring the cruel the person responsible for the horror she endured just ten minutes before, but she feels a hand grab her arm and pull her back.

“Hey, Annie.” Her boyfriend grins at her even as she glares at him. “You okay? I almost didn’t see you behind that giant bear.”

She shoves the enormous plush toy into his arms. “If you hum or make any more mentions about ‘Smooth Criminal,’ I will murder you.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop,” Eren says. He’s already taking her bags from her even though she has no trouble carrying them herself. “But did you like everything?”

To be honest, it’s far more than she would have liked, but she doesn’t want to crush his soul. And she actually is fond of chocolate and the bear is rather cute even though she has no idea where she’ll put it in her room.

“It was very sweet,” she finally says. “Except for Connie’s singing. Did you know he was tone deaf?”

“Yeah, he’s terrible,” Eren says affectionately. He shifts the bear so he can take a look at Annie better. “I’m going to drop everything off at your locker now. Do you have anything else you want to give me?”

Did she? Not really. She didn’t think they would be the type to exchange gifts on Valentine’s Day, so she didn’t get him anything at all. Now she was feeling a bit guilty, especially since he had bought her so many things (that she didn’t particularly care for but that didn’t make her feel any less bad about it).

“Yeah, just, um.” Annie brushes her hair out of her bangs before leaning up to kiss her boyfriend. It’s difficult to tell who’s more surprised when they pull away. But it must be her because she immediately bolts in the other direction after her lips leave his.

“Hey, Annie!” Eren calls as she speed walks away. She should have known better than to run away from him. He’s raising his voice now, the other students in the hall stopping in their tracks to stare. “Annie, did you just kiss me?”

She could turn around and tell him to shut up, but she knows he’s going to be far too gleeful in seeing her blushing face so she flips him off instead.

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