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[sun-kissy]

light | bucky barnes

bucky barnes x sunshine!reader; neighbour au — ★ 1k words

summary: bucky meets you, his bright, new neighbour, and is instantly endeared

tw: nothing, tooth-rotting fluff <3

a/n: first time writing for bucky… please be nice 🥲 consider this my official letter of intent into the mcu fandom on tumblr LOL

Ding dong! Bucky is quick to get to the door, abandoning his attempts at brewing coffee. The espresso machine Sam had gotten him sits sadly on the kitchen platform, likely broken from the looks of the dented knob and crooked buttons. Some things he could get a hang of easily — appliances were not one of them, and neither was using his metal arm with gentleness. He’d have to try and fix it back up later.

He pulls the door open, pleasantly surprised to see you standing there, with your twinkling eyes and sweet smile. Bucky hadn’t known what love felt like in a long, long time. But he thought the ache in his heart when he first saw you came dangerously close to it.

His first encounter with you was a couple of days ago, when he was just moving in. Dr. Raynor had told him that a move would be good for him, giving him a chance to have a fresh start. Bullshit. The only thing he’d gotten out of the new neighbourhood so far was a headache because of the sweltering heat, and a pulled muscle in his arm — the non-metal one — from hauling boxes up the stairs to his apartment.

He was busy cursing his therapist under his breath when you showed up, like some sort of angel in his plight. You jogged over to him brightly, hand wrapped around the leash of a fluffy brown dog. Bucky’s first instinct was to push you away when you offered to help. But you were persistent, and he gave in on account of shutting you up.

Your smile had widened immediately, and he remembered wondering how anyone could be so happy to help a stranger.

He couldn’t have been more wrong. Your enthusiasm only grew with each minute you spent together. It was like you couldn’t stop chattering — asking him where he was from, how long he was going to stay, and everything else under the sun. He hadn’t asked, but he got to know a lot about you too. He now knew you worked in a clinic near the neighbourhood, you lived alone with your dog (whose name was Milo), and that you weren’t particularly close to any family.

Bucky couldn’t help but soften more and more by the second. You were incredibly endearing, all soft smiles and loud laughter. It was like catching the first glimpses of morning light after being locked up in darkness for a lifetime, and frankly, he was smitten. You told him that you lived a few floors up and that you’d be back to visit soon. When you held Milo’s paw in your hand, the dog all bundled up in your arms, and waved him the most adorable little goodbye, he knew he was gone.

He was more than happy to see you on his front door today. You were all dolled up, pink tube top with a frilly white skirt. He couldn’t help the smile that quirked his lips. “Hey.”

“Hi!” you chirp, already digging into your bag for something. Bucky eyes you with an arched eyebrow as you pull out a Tupperware box, handing it to him excitedly. “Brownies.”

“For me?” He hesitantly takes it from you, surprised. There’s a warm feeling in the pit of his stomach.

You step into the house as he pulls the door open wider, confirming it with a nod. “Yeah, for you. Baked them myself.”

“Oh.” He clears his throat, closing the door behind you. No one’s ever done something like this for him before, niceness for the hell of it. It makes him want to pull you into a hug. “Thank you.”

“It’s no problem at all,” you brush him off, flashing him a small smile before turning your attention to his living room. He watches as you peruse the place curiously, eyes darting all over before landing on the espresso machine. “So, James…” you start unsteadily as you walk towards the kitchen.

Bucky lets out a huff of laughter. “James? Where’d you get that?”

“I asked the security guard downstairs about you, didn’t let him off till he told me your name,” you smile sheepishly, twirling your curls around your finger. “He said it was James Buka… Bucha…”

“James Buchanan Barnes,” he interrupts with a fond sort of amusement. “Bucky for short.”

“Bucky,” you repeat with a giggle. “Cute. I like it. Also, do you need help with this?” You gesture at the smoking coffee machine, spilt puddles of the liquid dotting the kitchen platform.

“Oh, um,” he shrugs, a light pinkness dusting his cheeks. “Sure.” He watches as you grab a new mug and pour some milk into the machine. Your tongue juts out adorably as you click the buttons concentratedly. “What’s yours?”

“Y/n,” you mutter, straightening up proudly as the brown liquid starts to spout into the mug. You turn to him with an accomplished grin. “It’s working.”

“Thank you,” he chuckles, heart squeezing in his chest when you give him a wink. “Y/n. That’s a pretty name.”

Bucky swears he can see the blush on your cheeks, but it’s hard to make out with your back turned to him. You busy yourself with wiping the spilt coffee, but he hears the smile in your voice when you thank him.

You hand him his coffee before grabbing one yourself, making yourself comfortable on his couch. He leans against the platform as he talks to you.

Surprisingly, you’re not as chatty today. Perhaps you were more comfortable around him, feeling less of a need to fill the silence. He tells you about the war when you point to a picture on the wall, one from the 40s, in which his arm is slung around Steve’s shoulder. He’s glad you don’t ask about Steve.

Soon, you make to leave. “I have an appointment with a friend,” you smile apologetically as you stand, dusting yourself off. “This was fun, though.”

Bucky nods and walks you to the front door, pulling it open. “It was.”

“See you around sometime?” you ask hopefully as you pull your heels on.

He softens, voice tinged with affection. “Sure. Why don’t you come over for lunch tomorrow, if you’re free?”

“Really?” you beam. “Great. I’ll be here.”

You call out to Bucky as you make your way to the stairs, vigorously waving your hand in farewell. He gives you a small wave in return, trying his best not to smile.

[ssahotchnerr]

FOR DAD!AARON

It could be Ellie’s birthday and for some reasons the cake order they made got canceled or something like this and Aaron stays up all night prior her birthday party to cook her a cake 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 Bonus point if he never did that before !!!!!!!!

no time to lose

that is adorable 😭 cw; dad!aaron, pregnant!reader, food mentions, playful loving banter and domestic fluff to the max💞 wc; 1.5k

Juggling multiple grocery bags in one hand so he could use the other to open the door wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, but it did allow Aaron to enter the house without making too much noise. If he entered too loudly, the sleeping children upstairs very well may not stay sleeping.

It wouldn’t be too much of an issue if Jack was awakened, but Ellie could not wake up tonight, plain and simple. Not only because birthday surprises were still to be put together, but she’d just recently and finally grown accustomed to sleeping, and remaining, in her own bed.

A bittersweet feeling overcame Aaron at the thought of her newfound independence - she really was growing up. He suddenly found himself missing waking up in the middle of the night to her little feet directly in his face.

You followed the sound of his return, a slight panicked expression on your face as you entered the kitchen. "Did you find an open store?"

"Thankfully," Aaron huffed softly, unloading the bags onto the table. He immediately started unpacking - a box of vanilla cake mix, a tub of white frosting, a few frosting tubes for decorating. "They didn't have pink frosting though, so I got food dye."

You nodded hurriedly. "Candles?"

"Wait, was I supposed to get candles too?" Your face fell back into a panic before his feigned, stunned expression changed to a smirk, "Of course I remembered the candles honey."

You playfully tapped his arm, causing a chuckle to escape him. "That's mean."

"But you still love me." You hmph'ed in response, but graciously accepted the kiss he leaned in close to give you, smiling as you pulled away.

"Hey I wasn't-"

"No," You raised your eyebrows, narrowing your eyes amusedly, "no distractions. This cake isn't going to bake itself."

His shoulders dropped defeatedly as he looked at you, his expression a bit pained. "How am I going to decorate a ballerina and bunnies cake?"

Your curly headed daughter had been very insistent that her birthday cake consisted of those two things and those two things only. Ballerinas in honor of her favorite activity, and bunnies to represent her special plush she refused to relieve from her grip.

You shrugged, "A bunny in a tutu?"

"I'm certified in quite a few things, but cake decorating is not one of them."

"Just be happy the bakery was nice enough to let us know." Your usual go-to had called just an hour before, the time quickly approaching ten. The cold weather had caused a pipe to burst, and flooded the establishment as a result. Therefore, Ellie's birthday cake was not ready and you were forced to utilize your own capabilities. Aaron had left in a frenzy while you kept your raging hormones at bay - you had dissolved into tears at the news. Her fifth birthday, absolutely ruined.

He hummed in agreement, opening the cabinet and pulling out the mixing bowl. "I can't argue with that."

"Do you need my help?" You neared close, wobbling only a bit.

"No, you go lay down." He pressed his hand to your protruding belly where your newest addition grew, giving you another kiss. "I can handle this, you've been on your feet all day."

A laugh erupted from you, "So have you."

"Yeah, well, I'm not with child." He quipped back, a warm glint in his eyes that only enhanced their gentle brown color.

"Have you even baked a cake before?"

"I've made brownies. How different can it be?"

Making the cake was fairly easy. Aka, Aaron could read and follow the instructions on the back of the box. You chimed in from your designated spot at the kitchen island - if you weren't going to lay down you were going to sit, he had insisted - offering the advice such as using the electric mixer rather than whisking by hand. The cake soon ventured into the oven, and once it’d been baked it was popped in the fridge to cool. Meanwhile, Aaron got started on the frosting.

"Is this pink enough?" His eyes shot to yours, slowing his spoon and tilting the bowl slightly so you could easily see.

"Hmm, add some more white? That's more Barbie pink than coquette pink." You suggested, wrapping one of Ellie's presents - a doll she's had her eyes on for months.

Aaron gave you a bewildered look, before obliging and spooning more into the bowl, "What?"

"It's too vibrant, it has to be much lighter."

His face didn't falter, immediately retrieving the tape your elbow had bumped to the floor. "Coquette? What the hell is that?"

"You do know that there's more than one shade of pink-"

He spoke over you, "yes I do but-"

"Just listen to me." You teased, topping Ellie's present with a bow. Aaron exhaled a breath in return, causing you to laugh lightly.

"God, I can't believe she's turning five." Aaron mumbled as his lips drew into a small pout, mixing the frosting rather grumpily - as if it had personally offended him. "Where did the time go?"

"I know," your hand found his back, rubbing it soothingly. "It seems like it was only yesterday we brought her home from the hospital, she was learning how to walk, refusing to sleep anywhere but our bed."

"Don't make me cry."

"Sorry," you giggled gently, kissing his cheek. "But just think, this year she'll start kindergarten, become a big sister, soccer in the spring. Five will be huge for her."

He nodded, a deep sigh leaving his chest. "Yeah, I suppose you're right."

"Haven't you learned by now? I always am." You bantered, but after a moment, you added, "I feel bad."

His head lifted in alarm, eyes wide as they searched your face before dropping to your belly. "You do?!"

"No, no. We're fine." You reassured, your words intertwining with your soft laugh. Resting your head against his shoulder, "I should be making you a cake. It's not only Ellie's birthday tomorrow."

You'd just entered your third trimester and your energy was dwindling - every day had been different. Energetic one, sluggish the next. All your time was spent catching up to your tireless daughter, ensuring Jack made it to his extra-circulars, and managing the normal household necessities.

Aaron helped in every way he could, but his schedule did dictate when - you were on your own when he was gone, abide some help from Jessica. But you managed while pregnant with Ellie, you could do so again.

And when Aaron was home, he made certain you didn't dare lift a finger. He took charge when it came to the house and both kids, and even devotedly massaged your swollen ankles every night without fail.

You'd gotten him a gift at least, and had already sneakily texted Penelope to ask the favor of stopping before the party tomorrow to pick up some cupcakes for Aaron. You’d both agreed: Ellie's birthday was top priority. But Aaron deserved to feel special too.

"Thank you, but I don't need anything more," He pressed a kiss to your temple, gazing at you lovingly. "I have everything I need. Three healthy kids and an amazing wife. I'm set."

After you'd gone to bed, Aaron completed the last minute preparations as he waited for the cake to chill. You'd already hung up the streamers (under Aaron's very watchful eye, a hand on your back spotting you even though you were merely on your tiptoes). He blew up the balloons, scattering them along the living room floor where Ellie's presents were laid. He smiled to himself, picturing her excitement when she woke up. As a five year old.

Next came the hard part, decorating. Lathering the cake in pink frosting had been easy, but it was the bunny in the tutu that - pun intended - would be the icing on the cake. He couldn't mess that up.

Before you settled down, you selected easy, cartoon bunny images for him to reference. He picked the simplest one - the one he felt most confident he could portray - and went for it.

With a steady hand, he started with the outline. Shaping the bunny, even adding a lopsided ear to contrast the one sticking straight up. He filled it in, added whiskers, eyes and a nose, other minor details to make it appear more life-like. He did utter a shit under his breath more than once; too much frosting oozing out of the tube, accidentally drawing one whisker longer than the others, quirks that could be noticeable.

It wasn't perfect, but in the end it resembled a bunny. And the tutu, more manageable than he'd anticipated, he even added small ballet slippers. Hopefully and most importantly, it was Ellie-approved.

Come tomorrow, approved didn't nearly cover it. Ellie was in absolute delight, and insisted that Aaron would make her a bunny cake every year: 'Every year Daddy,' she had pointed a finger at him, the signature Hotchner eyebrows drawn over her eyes.

And the team, equally as shocked. Penelope's surprised, high pitched Sir! nearly caused his (bad) ear to ring, while Morgan altogether refused to believe Aaron had done it, despite your reassurances that it had been all him: "Get outta here. Hotch did that? You serious?"

Maybe Aaron could add cake decorating to his list of credentials.

[pynkfairyheart]

pairings: older!reiner x reader

warnings: smut 18+, age gap (old enough to be readers dad)

Congratulations

Reiner didn't typically consider himself the most neighborly. Sure he'd wave when in passing, or occasionally comment on his neighbors’ yard, but that was it.

It wasn't like him to walk across his lawn to offer help or introduce himself.

That was until he saw you, pout resting on your pretty lips as you struggled to open your door with the large box in your hands.

Maybe it was that he hit multiple aces while golfing or maybe it was your ass peeking from your shorts. Whatever it was it prompted him to approach you, offering to help you inside.

Any other time you'd have declined, aware of the horror stories of seemingly kind men but something told you to trust him. Maybe it was the prominent muscles along his six foot frame, or that he was old enough to be your dad. Whatever it was you accepted.

He helped you bring all of your boxes and furniture in. Happily rearranging your room for the third time and even helping you fix the wobbly leg of your coffee table before wishing you a good night and returning to his house.

That night he jerked off to the memories of you bent over and the small sounds you made when lifting a heavy box.

You talked with him once after that. When you finally settled into the house that was too large for one girl, you went knocking on his door to bring him thank you brownies, praying he didn't notice your eyes lingering on the prominent v-line of his bare torso before you finally handed him the dish.

Of course, there were the occasional waves whenever you two happened to pass by each other but your schedules rarely mixed. That was until he decided to take a day off.

While in the middle of mowing his lawn, he saw you leave your house, gown in hand, and dripped in colorful cords and stoles, your decorated graduation cap sparkling in the sun as you rushed to your car.

He thought about you the entire time you were gone, busying himself with housework, and keeping a close ear by the door. When he caught the sound of your car pulling in your driveway he immediately jogged his way over to you, stopping in the same place he first introduced himself.

“Hi, I just wanted to come over and congratulate you. I saw you this morning but you seemed to be in a rush” He smirked, hazel eyes skimming your bare legs that appeared elongated in the heels you wore.

“Aww thank you, I was, but I'd have loved to talk to you anyway” A nervous giggle escaped you. Despite the low interaction, you couldn't help but grow a small crush on your older neighbor. The sight of him in his suit or tight golf shorts being the star in all of your late night fantasies.

“Would you like to come over to have dinner? Today, or sometime this week? I'm sure you have some plans later but if not, I'd love to have you over.” He rubbed his beard nervously as he awaited your reply.

You did. But you were convinced your friends and family would understand that you just had to take up the opportunity to get to know your hot neighbor.

At least that's what you told yourself when you accepted his invitation.

And let him teach you how to cook a steak.

And maybe when you allowed him to pull you down onto his lap as you watched the sunset.

And definitely when he carried you up his stairs before fucking you senseless.

You lost count of how many orgasms you've had. The moment he laid you on his bed, his lips were wrapped around your clit, sucking the life out of you numerous times, and fingering your pink walls till tears stained your cheeks and you shook from overstimulation.

You thought you'd be safe once he bullied his fat cock into your aching walls. Surely a man of his age didn't have the best stamina, right? Wrong.

He quite literally laughed in your face at your disbelief when he fucked his first load back into your sopping pussy.

You'd never been so full, his tip ramming against your cervix whenever he fully pounded into you and the outline of his dick as he pressed down on your tummy having you drool.

“Rei, too much” You cried. Ass in the air and face buried into the mattress as he pounded into you from behind, hands tied back with your lacey panties. Whines barely audible over the slapping skin.

“Why are you complaining, bunny? Isn't this what you wanted? For daddy to ruin this pretty pussy” He whispered in your ear. The new angle reaching spots you never knew existed.

“Ouuu, yes, please, daddy” You whined, turning to give your signature pout. Oh, how you looked so pretty to him. Face stained with tears and your pouty, plumped, glossy lips looking so soft. He found it cute how you tried to convince him to let you cum.

“No” He pecked your lips before pulling out fully, only to ram his cock back in. A harsh slap landed on your ass cheek at the same time, red bruise forming on the brown skin from his previous spanks.

“Oh my gaaawd please, I can't hold it in anymore” You resisted against the restraints, desperate to slow his movements

“Yes, you can, princess.” He taunts, as he continued his relentless pounding.

You wanted to believe him. You really did as you tried to focus on anything other than the pleasure he was providing you. You tried and tried but nothing stopped the knot from snapping. A string of curses flowing from your pretty lips as your body found the strength to push out the clear stream of squirt, your walls clamping around his cock.

He hissed, unable to resist the pressure applied as his sticky cum decorated the insides of your walls, pounding into you before pulling out to watch it drip onto his sheets.

Confusion settled into your brain as he untied your hands and flipped you over, whispering praises into your ear as he blessed your skin with soft sweet kisses.

“Reiner, I'm sorry I really tried” You started

“I know, baby. I forgive you, it's okay. You did perfect” He engulfed you in a passionate kiss, tongues exploring the path down each others throats.

You were almost convinced he did, until he reached into his nightstand, pulling out a blindfold and a vibrator from the drawer.

“I thought you said you forgive me” Pout once again resting on your lips as he opened your legs, cool air stimulating your already throbbing clit

“I do. But even the prettiest of girls don't get out of punishment”

wheres my dilf neighbor??? also congratulations to anyone who graduated. nothing but love to my fellow class of 24 graduates. even if you didn't get to graduate or you're currently still in school I'm still proud of you nd wish you nothing but success in life. mwah <3

[saturnrings77]

"and i got eyes on the back of my head, i got eyes everywhere so i know where you go"

after snorting a line, rafe threw his head back, his pupils blown, a lazy smile on his face. he chuckles at the high taking over him as he closes his eyes and rests his head on the back of the couch. as the music faded away, he heard the sweet sound of laughter, a sound he had never heard before. his eyes shot open only a moment later, feeling a strong urge. he lifted his head up with a jerk and his eyes immediately zeroed in on you.

your hair was blown out prettily, falling to rest just around your midsection. you were adorned from head to toe in the finest gold jewellery you could owned, from necklaces to diamond rings. you were kook princess after all. your body was clad in a silky, pink, flowy dress, the hem ending at the tips of your fingertips. your fingers were manicured in almond-shaped acrylics glazed with pearl iridescent polish.

everyone else faded around you. he could only hear your soft laughter, watching your head get thrown back by whatever your friend says. watches you gracefully walk around greeting everyone you knew. rafe was in awe. no one knew that, not at the way his eyes were intently looking at you. he seemed more agitated than anything.

"what y'looking at, country club?" barry nudges rafe with a smirk, eyes trying to focus in on what rafe was glaring at. rafe's head ticks in annoyance."nothin' " he doesn't even look towards barry's direction.

"kook princess, huh?" barry chuckles but rafe sees it as nothing but a threat. his hands come up to lock around barry's neck.

barry raises both his hands in surrender. "woah, there, country club. y'don't gotta worry about me ."

rafe wanted you and he would stop at nothing to have you.

you don't think much of it when the house next door that had been for sale for a while had been bought. you smiled in delight when you noticed a moving truck unloading boxes. you took it upon yourself to welcome your new neighbour by baking some brownies only to find out that rafe had moved in next door.

the moment he found out you had a car, he placed a tracker in such a hidden spot, even the mechanics wouldn't see it.

he befriended your older brother just to go to your house and watch you prance around in the skimpiest bikinis and pyjama sets.

he'd sneak into your room when your brother is busy in the bathroom and go through your underwear drawer or dirty laundry just to steal some of your panties. you think nothing of it when your underwear goes missing because everything goes missing on laundry day.

from staying over at your house so much, he'd come to learn your schedule. he'd even go as far to stage run-ins with you, wondering how you guys are coincidentally at the same place at the same time. one meeting that really irked you was how he was just walking past your nail place in the cut knowing damn well he'd never go near that place.

the more you guys ran into each other, the slitter your outfits would get. tighter tops and skirts. your tops would sometimes be lingerie especially at parties. you had caught onto his antics.

little did he know that you wanted him too.

[joeyfranchise]

𝟙𝟚 𝕕𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕚𝕔-𝕞𝕒𝕤: 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣

a star on top…

boyfriend!joe x fem!reader

summary: joe helps you put up your christmas decorations… and a star on top completes all the scenery ;)

warnings: nsfw mdni!!! kinda sweet smutty fluff, riding, p in v (wrap yo willy!!), lots of kissing and cheesiness

word count: 2k.

note: ALAS! i made it in time. if it sucks i’m sorry. i listened to a nonsense christmas by sabrina carpenter, music for a sushi restaurant and santa baby by ariana grande & liz gillies while writing 🤍 (please appreciate the spongebob joke in the summary hehe)

you’d think six boxes full of christmas decorations would be enough for just two people. joe dragged them out of storage one by one so you could go through them and arrange them how you wanted, but here you were elbows deep in the fourth box while you chatted to him about more stuff you needed.

he wasn’t mad, not by any means, he actually found it cute how much you loved to decorate… but jeez. did anyone need this much stuff? anyone in the world?

“i realllllly need them joe!” you exaggerated, earning a sarcastic eyeroll from him. “they’re flocked nutcrackers! and they come in white, pink, red, black… and i even saw a disco ball nutcracker, and…”

joe crossed the room quickly and silenced your ranting with a kiss. “bub, i promise, this weekend we’ll go find the nutcrackers, okay? for now, let’s decorate with what we do have.”

you looked up at him with big, puppy dog eyes. he was right, you needed to use what you had. “sorry for sounding like a spoiled brat.” you apologized, looking down at your decorations in defeat. joe chuckled at your reaction.

you continued pulling things out of the boxes, there was an endless amount of garland and strings of lights. you set aside the garland and lights for the banister of the stairway, the set that went outside, and the final set that went across the mantle. joe finally began digging inside a box, pulling out a bunch of tiny christmas houses and store-fronts wrapped in newspaper.

it was a village set that once belonged to your mother, but now belonged to you. you quietly reminisced on hours you’d spend with your sister imagining tiny people living in the christmas village, what they did for work and how they spent their life. you two always had the wildest imagination. a smile crept across your face as you watched joe unwrap them and place them in the exact order you liked. to be loved is to be known.

you took a box to the kitchen next, getting out all of your christmas themed hand towels to set aside for washing, and placing all of your kitchen trinkets in their designated areas. joe finished with the village and started working on decorating the banister. the sight of him decorating was enough to make you feel emotional, you didn’t ask or expect him to help.

he always just did it.

you kept your eyes trained on him, watching as he worked. he wrapped the garland and lights so carefully before plugging them in to admire them. you smiled at him as walked down the stairs, happy with how it turned out. “looks great, babe!” you assure him as he pulls you in for a sweet hug. he kisses your forehead before looking around the kitchen at all the things you’d placed around.

there was a mischievous glint in his eye as he looked at your favorite cookie plate that sat empty in the corner of the counter. “soooo…. you gonna bake some cookies for us?” he asked teasingly, tickling at your sides gently with his fingertips.

“mhm. what kind do you want?”

“chocolate chip, chocolate brownie… maybe some of those chai cookies you made a few weeks ago. and something pumpkin if you can?”

“you got it, babe!” you replied. you pulled him down for a sweet kiss, resting your arms around his shoulders as his hands found your hips. joe pulled away after a minute.

“i’m gonna finish up on the garland and lights, that way when you’re done we can do the christmas tree together.” he said, grabbing another set and heading to the porch to wrap them around the rails just like he did inside.

you finished placing your decorations around the kitchen and you put a few in the guest bathroom too just to feel extra festive. you always enjoyed changing the toothbrush holders to holiday themed ones, and changing out your throw blankets for the holidays, you could go on… being festive was something you were insanely good at.

joe always helped you decorate, even though he sometimes had a grinchy reputation. you watched him finish up outside through the window, and when he came back in the tip of his nose was red. he pulled his beanie down a bit farther over his red ears and you chuckled.

you didn’t let him get too far in the door before jumping into his arms, and he held you close to suck up some of your warmth. you placed a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose, then to the corners of his eyes, and then to both cheeks. joe smiled up at you.

he let you down gently and walked over to the giant box that sat in the corner. he opened it up and began taking out the christmas tree pieces and you grabbed the base, opening it up and placing it where you wanted it to go. one by one you pieced the tree together.

it took a while to fluff the tree, but since you were both working on it, it took a lot less longer than you expected. joe helped you wrap the silver-white lights around it carefully, and then you hung silver and gold ornaments all around it.

you stepped back and admired your work, shimmying and doing a little happy dance as you took in all the decorations around you. everything was perfect, and aside from a few treat-related things, you were essentially done decorating.

joe reached his hand into the final box and pulled out the last decoration, the tree topper. it was a glittery silver star. you suddenly remembered the height of the tree. last year joe had to finish decorating it, and you weren’t sure how he got the star up there.

“you need me to get you a step stool?” you asked him, already turning to head for the garage. “nah,” he responded quickly. “come back, i have a better idea.”

you walked over to him slowly, recognizing that mischievous glint in his eye. “joey…” you start, your eyes widening. he crouches down in front of you, smirk pulling across his face. “get on my shoulders.”

“hell no! what if i fall?” you ask incredulously. you couldn’t believe he was suggesting this… but then again, yes you could. “get on, it’ll be quick. you just have to put the star on!”

you roll your eyes at him. “fine. but if i get hurt then i’m gonna be really mad. and if i die i’m haunting you.”

“i’m looking forward to that.” he jokes, laughing as you gently kick his shin. “what? then you’d be able to see my every move. and watch me when i’m naked. ghost perv.”

you laugh incredibly loud at his joke before throwing your leg over and sitting on his shoulders. suddenly, you felt like a kid again, riding on someone’s shoulders on a hot summer day. you weren’t surprised joe could carry your weight, of course he could. you were more worried about your coordination and afraid you’d topple the tree over almost instantly.

joe handed you the tree topper as he stood, his hands holding a firm grip on your thighs. he walked forward slowly until he was directly in front of the tree, and you leaned over and placed the topper on with ease. you were happy that it went so well, because you were honestly scared shitless. joe backed up a bit and crouched again so you could hop off his shoulders.

you did another victory dance, giddy at how beautiful your decorations looked. joe scooped you up into his arms quickly, laughing into your neck as he began to press kisses to your column.

“you’re so cute.” he said with mirth, walking over to the couch and plopping down with you on his lap. you grabbed his face and pressed your lips to his, kissing him lazily as his hands slipped under your sweater and roamed over the expanse of your back. the sounds of your smacking lips and laboured breaths filled the room as your kisses drew deeper and deeper.

you began to grind your hips into joe’s subconsciously, and joe moaned into your kisses as his length hardened against you. the friction of your movements felt so good even though there were layers of clothes between you, and you moaned back against his lips just as fervently. joe began pulling your sweater over your head and you let him, gasping as the cool air hit your naked skin. you weren’t wearing a bra and the chill of the room hardened your buds almost instantly, but joe didn’t care. he began kissing at your chest, his tongue rolling over one of your nipples while his large hands grasped at the other.

you tilted your head back, moaning as joe continued his ministrations on you, and you pressed your hips into his roughly. joe pulled you closer to him, moving his kisses from your chest to your neck again before nibbling on your ear. “let’s take this to the bedroom.” you whispered, looking down at him.

he shook his head no before lifting you up and sitting you on the couch next to him. “let’s do it right here, i don’t wanna wait. plus i love the way the christmas lights look on your skin.”

you blushed at his comment and watched as he pulled his pants and boxers down his legs. his cock sprang free, the tip was angry and red. you leaned over and took him in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down a few times to get him wet enough to slide into you. joe fisted the couch pillows in his grip as you hollowed your cheeks.

you pulled off him with a loud pop and quickly shimmied out of your shorts before throwing your legs back over his and hovering over his cock. he used his thumb to push himself forward and you sank down onto his length slowly, taking a few moments to adjust. while joe sat fully sheathed inside of you he began kissing you again, his hand finding their way into your hair as he held you close.

the intimacy of the moment ran a shiver through you.

you finally lifted yourself up slightly before quickly moving back down, beginning to ride him at a tantalizingly slow pace. joe hissed at your teasing but you kept going, moving to your own liking.

his hands found your hips and they gripped you firmly but he made no attempt to push you to go faster, he wanted you to enjoy this too. you continued your slow, soft, steady movements as joe let out quiet moans beneath you.

your legs started to feel a bit weak but you pushed through, yet joe sensed your uncomfortability. he finally began moving his hips upward, pressing his tip right into your sweet spot as his thumb gently rubbed circles into your clit. you gasped suddenly, the feeling of your orgasm finally taking over.

warmth spread throughout your body as you shook slightly above joe, and seconds later he came too, resting his forehead against your shoulder as he spilled into you. neither of you were quick to make a move. joe looked up at you and giggled and you tilted your head wondering what was funny.

as if he read your mind, he gave you an answer to his amusement. “guess you were my star on top.” he said with a wink. you pretended to gag at his cheesy joke before kissing him again, raking your nails through his hair.

“i guess we should shower.” he said softly, looking into your eyes and waiting for an answer. you nodded slowly, pulling off of him. he carried you to the shower before turning on the hot stream.

“after this we can have hot chocolate and watch a movie. plus, you owe me cookies.” he joked, leaning down to kiss your forehead.

“yeah, and you owe me flocked nutcrackers.”

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[dvrktvnnel]

the sweetest - l.f.

genre — fluff/slight smut MDNI!!!

pairing — Felix x reader

word count — 1.6k

warnings — very suggestive, fingering (fem receiving) its mostly fluff tho

summary — a very late valentine’s special! :3

You woke up first, the sunlight shining on your face. Felix was still asleep, perfect. You slid out fo the bed and tip toed out of the room, closing the door softly behind you. Once the door was closed, you ran down the stairs and into the kitchen.

You were going to win this Valentines day, and you were going to spoil him the most. To start, would be making him breakfast and coffee before he even wakes up. He wont stand a chance against your love.

Except he already got the first gift. A bouquet of gorgeous soft pink flowers lay on the counter. You covered your mouth and internally screamed at his romantic gesture.

You baked quietly in the kitchen, french toast with fresh fruit. It took an hour because of how quiet you tried to be, and Felix came around the corner just as you finished mixing the egg batter.

“Shit! You beat me to it!” he said. He already had his apron on, and was still tying it around his waist as he rounded the corner of the counter.

“I’m still making you something,” he said, kissing you quickly.

“You already got me flowers!” you stated.

“Yeah, and I’m going to keep it that way,” Felix said.

You laughed triumphantly and continued making the mixes. Felix worked beside you, both of you throwing out sweet words of competition.

Felix made a banana bread with banana slices laid in a heart pattern on top. You finished the french toast and prepared the sweet fruit. Felix beat you to the coffee pot, but you beat him to setting the table.

The two of you were out of breath, and you felt like you just competed in a tv cooking challenge. You half expected Gordon Ramsey to round the corner and yell at you both for making such a mess.

You both savored every bite and every sip, it was delicious. But quick of course, determined to beat him to cleaning up.

“Ha! Beat you again!” he said grinning ear to ear.

Felix was so excited to ‘out-sweet’ you that he paid no attention to your actions in the living room. It gave you the perfect opportunity to set up his surprise.

You pulled a small box out of your pocket and ran to the couch. You pulled the cushion forward and tucked it away, an easy place for you to grab it in a few minutes.

He would be completely surprised and you would win this year’s valentines battle.

Felix came back into the living room, drying his hands on the small towel.

“I’m going to go freshen up a bit, I’ll be back in a minute yeah?”

“Not without me, can’t spend the whole day in my pajamas.”

Felix smirked and wriggled his eyebrows a few times.

“You could though, you look so cute like that~”

You rolled your eyes and gave him a kiss. Then took off down the hallway with him close on your tail.

The two of you danced around the room as you got ready, sharing the mirror for your makeup and hair and picking outfits for each other.

“I think we should go to the park today, but we should definitely come home tonight.”

It was a no brainer, you agreed immediately. After all your gift for him was downstairs. However it was odd for him to say it like that, why wouldnt you be home that night?

You spent a while trying to pry more information from him and guessing what it could be. But Felix didn’t budge, the entire drive he stayed quiet.

From Felix, the two of you went out for a picnic. Felix brought brownies and you made cookies. He made you a crown of flowers, and you made him one as well.

From you, the movies were next. you were both eager to watch the new movie adapted from one of his games. You shared the popcorn bucket and split a soda (college ain’t cheap but his lips taste sweet was your argument).

When the movie went over, Felix went straight to the claw machine. Of course you couldn’t let him win, so you played beside him. He played with determination, and actually won you a cat plushie. You took a few extra rounds, but you won him a cute little chicken plushie.

Felix held your hand all the way to the car. He held the door open for you and you kissed his cheek. You safely held your new plushies on your lap as Felix sang his heart out to the radio.

The car pulled into the driveway and Felix practically jumped put the car to open your door for you. You hugged on his arm to keep him warm as you went up the driveway.

Once inside, Felix offered to run you a bath. Of course, you dragged him in with you. You embrace him and kissed him deeply, feeling his soft skin pressed against your own.

“I hope you had a good day love,” he whispered. “You mean everything to me, and theres nothing i wouldnt do for you.”

After the bath (which took twice as long as usual) you two finally snuggled onto the couch. Felix wrapped his arm around you, and you held him around his waist with your head on his shoulder. The movie played on and you were waiting for the perfect time to give him his final gift and win.

You slowly snuck your hand around behind him, playing it off as rubbing his back. His mimicked your movements, he fell for it!

Once you had the box in your hand, you tried to suppress your laugh.

“Lix, you were amazing today.”

Felix turned his head and gave you a big smile.

“Did I win already?” he asked.

“Not yet,” you said giving him a quick kiss.

You sat up straight and pulled out his final gift. Felix eyed the little box with wide eyes and an open mouth.

“Yn?” he said.

You opened the top and revealed a beautiful, blue crystal rose. It shimmered in the dim lights as you presented it to him.

Felix only stared in disbelief. For a moment, you worried if your gift had failed. You bit your lip and held your breath.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a box, the same color as the one nestled in the palm of your hand. The top lifted to showcase a second crystal rose, this one bright red and detailed.

You stared in disbelief. You both got each other the same gift.

“I was waiting for the right time during the movie to give it to you,” Felix said.

“Felix, this is beautiful,” you said breathlessly.

“I think you’re giving me the prettier one,” Felix pointed out.

“No way, do you see how bright mine is?”

“Not as bright as mine, plus look at how it shimmers.”

You exchanged the crystal roses, the movie playing in the background long forgotten.

“Mine is gorgeous,” he said. “but you know, your eyes are shine even brighter.”

He set the rose on the table and crawled towards you, pushing you down on the couch.

“We have one more way to settle the score, and see who wins this valentine’s day.”

You wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

“Final round?” you asked.

He nodded as he kissed down your neck.

*He smirks confidently before leaning in to capture your lips in a deep, sensual kiss. His hands slide slowly up your sides, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts through your shirt. He pulls back just enough to murmur against your lips.

“But don't think I'll let you off easy either. I plan to savor every single moment with you all night long.”

Felix began trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline and down the column of your throat. He was so good at this, every touch was precise and calculated to make you melt.

You slid your hands down his perfect body, palming him through his pants. He moaned against your skin, rolling his hips into you.

“We’re going to need more than this,” he said.

Feverishly his hands worked down your shorts. You were quick to follow, keeping his lips on yours as you undid his belt.

You were already wet for him, his fingers slipping into you with ease. With his other hand, he held your jaw in place. His lips moved against yours perfectly. He was already winning, only a few touches from him had your mind hazey and drunk.

You tried to focus on getting your hand to his dick, but before you could he already lined up. Your moans as he thrust into you just right told he already won, but he was too competitive to let you off yet.

The two of you went on until you were out of breath, and it was no surprise that Felix had won the valentine’s battle once again.

“How do you feel, love?” he asked, breathing heavily on top of you.

“I feel so incredibly lucky,” you whispered.

“I won yeah?” he said, lifting his head slightly.

“Alright, alright, but being second is still silver.”

“Dont say it.”

“At least it isnt-“

“yn!”

“BRONZE!”

Felix shouted and started playfully wrestling you. You fought back until you both fell off the couch and landed with a thud.

Felix’s hands squeezed your body everywhere he could reach, you kicked your legs trying to break free. You were laughing so hard your stomach ached.

“I love you Felix,” you said, holding your stomach.

“I love you more~” he said back.

this is so late but i really wanted to post it (just pretend its valentines day) ((also pretend there’s no errors))

taglist: @vampzity @scarfac3 @h4untedgrl @losrpark @dollywoo @jjongibears @velvetmoonlght

[vilemorals555]

plss write something about having a picnic on naboo with aotc ani who’s secretly in love with the reader !! 🥺 i can totally see this clumsy baby picking flowers for u (he definitely gets stung by a bee lmao) and baking ur fav cookies just to confess his feelings for u

❝𝙬𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙘𝙤𝙖𝙨𝙩❞ — anakin skywalker.

pairing: aotc!anakin skywalker x padmé's maiden!reader

contains: fluff, awkward, clumsy ani, oblivious reader. sillies in love.

note: thank you anon for requesting! i hope you like it. :) also a little birdie told me hayden's favorite lana song is west coast? i'm not sure if that's true but he is the reason behind the title nevertheless.

Anakin Skywalker is hopelessly devoted to you. From the very first moment he saw you, it felt like a whole new world has opened up to him.

Being Padmé's bodyguard was equal parts torturous and exhilarating. He wasn't allowed to focus on you and only you, but it also allowed him to be close to you. That was better than nothing!

He spent months pining after you, showering you with compliments, picking you wild flowers that had him getting into fights with bees occasionally, but it was all worth it. The smile on your face, the way you'd thank him and maybe even give him a small kiss on the cheek if luck was on his side that day, it made him want to do better — pick more flowers next time, pay more attention to you so each of his compliments would be more heartfelt and personal.

One quiet afternoon, he managed to steal you away from your duties. He'd spent all morning dancing around the kitchen, his tongue sticking out as he concentrated on the measurements of the brownie recipe. He'd cut them up with impressive precision, placed them gently in a small pink box even.

His hand was so shaky and sweaty as he held yours, occasionally glancing back at you to make sure you kept your eyes closed like he'd asked you to.

"Alright, angel. You can open them now."

Your eyes fluttered open, and it took you a second or two to get used to the bright sunlight. Your lips parted slightly as you took in the sight in front of you; there was a soft blanket laying on the grass, a picnic basket holding it down.

He tugged on your hand gently, urging you to take a seat.

"Ani, this is so sweet! What's the occasion?" You beamed, eyes bright. God, he was already weak in the knees.

He cleared his throat, fingers picking at the grass nervously. "Well, can't I just, y'know, spend time with my best friend?" He chuckled.

Not yet. He wasn't ready. Or maybe he should just say it now? Why did you have to be so oblivious? You were making it really hard.

To distract himself, he instead took the box of brownies out of the basket, and if he thought you couldn't get any more adorable, he thought wrong.

You let out a soft gasp, eyes wide as you looked at the brownies. Then at him. Then at the brownies again, before grabbing one.

"Did you make these?"

"I, uh—"

"They're so good!"

"I'm glad you like—"

"You never told me you can bake!"

He let out a soft, sheepish chuckle. He reached for a small daisy, plucking it from the ground to tuck it behind your ear. The action caused your cheeks to flush, your gaze desperately avoiding his.

"You're absolutely gorgeous like this." He murmured, his hand lingering by your cheek. "I could stare at you forever."

"Anakin.." You spoke, voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm in love with you."

"...What did you just say to me?"

His heart dropped. Oh god. Did he just completely mess up everything?

Well..

In a blink of an eye, he was practically tackled by you, barely giving him any time to register what was happening before your lips were on his.

His arms wrapped around your waist, wishing he could just melt into you right then and there.

You pulled back, a bit breathless, but that didn't stop you from grinning like an idiot.

"I love you, too."

[llumetrii]

Unexpected Gifts | Miguel x Reader

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Spider-Woman!Reader

Summary: Miguel makes you a gift for Valentine's Day.

Warnings: none! Just fluff and flustered Miguel (my favorite hehe)

Word Count: 1800

A/N: I know this is such a late Valentine's post but I find myself losing motivation to post and write things when I put such high expectations on myself considering time and quality, so instead of not posting at all, I'm posting it late and trying not to overthink about whether it's even good enough. I need to stop being a perfectionist lol.

Miguel swiped on his holo screens mindlessly. He kept catching himself zoning out, and it frustrated him immensely. He just couldn't seem to focus.

He glanced down at his desk, seeing the small device sitting there in front of him, the same object his thoughts kept circling back to. It didn't look like much, just a flat, compact rectangle of circuitry. But it was supposed to be a gift. A gift for you.

Thinking about actually giving it to you made his heart pound at the mere thought. That was the one part Miguel was worried about. He could whip up machinery and run analyses like no problem, but giving an actual handmade gift to someone wasn't part of his list of skills. And it didn't help his nerves any more when he considered the fact he was going to give it to you today, on Valentine's Day.

He didn't plan this, originally. He wasn't used to celebrating Valentine's Day the way others did. In fact, he didn't celebrate it at all. He considered it a work day like any other, with the addition of chocolates or other candies Peter B. or a few other Spiders gave him. For the most part, though, Valentine's day wasn't anything special to him.

At least, until this year. He had felt a strange urge to make this device for you, and even more strangely, he gave into it. But now that the day had come to give it to you, he was starting to second-guess his decision.

It wasn't even Valentine-related, and that fact just made Miguel feel more awkward. Should he have added something? A flower, perhaps? No—that would have been too much, right? Especially since you were just a friend. 

A friend he...thought about a lot.

But he felt like he needed to spruce up his gift with something. He pulled open one of his drawers at his desk, then another. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, he just needed to find something more—

"Hey, Miguel…"

He jolted at the sound of your familiar, sing-song voice.

Miguel slammed his drawer shut a little too hard and turned quickly, his heart suddenly rocketing toward his throat.

He hadn't expected to see what you were holding.

You had a wide smile on your face, prancing up to his platform and holding out the bundle of gifts in your arms. "Happy Valentine's Day!"

Miguel's eyes widened. You presented him with a single, lively red rose paired with a small box of delicious-looking brownies and a decorative bag filled with coffee packets.

He blinked. It was...a lot. And it was all tied into the Valentine theme in one way or another. The signature red rose, the pink ribbon, and even the little heart sprinkles on the brownies. The sight left him speechless.

"I—Thank you..." His arms felt stiff, and he had to actually force them to move forward to carefully accept the items. He hadn't seen any Valentine's gift like this in years—maybe even a decade. He couldn't even think of anything at all as he stared at the items.

His chest actually hurt from the warmth that was filling to the brim. He swallowed hard. This was so unexpected. 

You beamed up at him, unaware that his heart felt like it was going to burst. "I hope you like brownies." You said, glancing at the little box in his hand. "I tried to think of a treat that everyone kind of liked and I thought brownies would be a good idea to share." 

Everyone? 

His brain was slowly turning gears again. So you made this for everyone? 

Maybe it was stupid to think you had put this gift together just for him, that you might have been thinking only about him today. The two of you were only friends at most.

He hated that he felt disappointed.

"You...made this for everyone?" He muttered dumbly, gazing down at the soft, vibrant petals of the rose. When was the last time he even saw a rose?

"Well...all my friends, yeah." You shrugged, the smile still lingering. "Which...turned out to be a lot more than I thought." You chuckled. "My hands were cramping last night tying all the ribbons."

"Thank you." He said again, quietly. He was still awed by the gesture and the effort you put into the gifts. He turned slowly to place the items on his desk with utmost care.

His eyes fell upon the little device he had made for you, and a sudden weight of embarrassment crashed over him. How could he give you his gift now after what effort you had put in for him? He didn't even want to call it a gift at this point. It was something he made on a whim. He didn't wrap it up in a nice bow or even try to buy candy to add. 

It was supposed to be a small upgrade to your suit—if you even liked it. Something like that wasn't meant to be a Valentine's gift.

Miguel subtly pushed the little device out of sight. But something in him hesitated, made his fingers linger a bit longer despite his heart pounding at the mere idea of giving it to you.

You sidled up next to him, turning your head up to look at him with that bright smile of yours still stuck to your face "So...have you seen the break room yet? It's been decorated for Valentine's day and lots of Spiders brought treats."

Miguel quickly straightened and cleared his throat, somehow gripping the device in his closed fist. "uh—no. I haven't been down there." He scratched the side of his neck as he glanced at his holo screens.

"Well, you should check it out. There's some good stuff."

"I...have a lot of things to work on. As usual." He gestured loosely to his ongoing work with his closed fist, forgetting, for a brief moment, that he was holding what was supposed to be your gift. He awkwardly lowered his hand to the table and leaned against it, hoping you didn't notice.

You appeared to be oblivious of his struggle, especially since you were turning away with a shrug. "Okay. More for me, I guess."

"You're leaving?" He blurted.

He snapped his mouth shut as soon as the words left his mouth like that. Could he be any more stupid? He wasn't thinking properly at all.

You turned, looking surprised. Then, you jabbed a thumb over your shoulder. "Yeah, I was about to head down and eat the treats you didn't want."

He didn't even acknowledge the attempt to tease—he barely heard it. Miguel crossed over to you in two quick strides.  "I was going to give this to you." 

He pressed the 'gift' he made toward you, silently urging you to take it before he could change his mind.

You blinked, and your eyes widened as you accepted the small item automatically. "Oh—uh..." You paused for an agonizing moment, studying it in your palm. "What is it?"

Miguel stepped back, feeling  like he couldn't breathe too well. "It's a laser component to add onto your webs. You...mentioned a while ago that you liked mine."

Your gasp of excitement almost startled him. "Oh! Really? You made this for me?" You looked up at him  with a beautiful, awed smile that made him forget about everything else for a moment.

His lips twitched upward in a smile of their own. "Yeah..."

"How do I put it on?" You stared at your wrists intently.

"I can help you attach it." Miguel said. "It shouldn't take long."

"Okay!"

Miguel stepped back and offered his chair to you. His heart was still skipping beats, making him feel almost dizzy. He had to take a breath to steady himself.

You perched yourself on his seat and looked up at him expectantly. He noticed how far you had to crane your head back because he was towering over you in this position, so he knelt down on one knee and gently took the device from your hand. He handled your wrist just as carefully, turning it up to find the best place to incorporate the new piece onto your suit. It was difficult not to think about how close the two of you were, and it only made the heat he was feeling earlier crawl up to his cheeks. He kept his head down so you wouldn't notice.

It didn't take you long to start talking about some other Valentine's day happenings while he worked. Miguel was glad you could fill the quiet with something other than the racket his heart was making. Hearing you talk about your day, or anything, really, made such tension easier to bear.

Within a couple minutes, two new laser devices had been attached to your suit, one for each wrist. Miguel looked up from your hand to meet your gaze. "What color would you like the laser to be?" He asked.

Your eyes widened, a slow smile spreading on your face. "I can pick the color?"

Once again, Miguel couldn't help but smile in response as he dipped his head. "Mhm."

When he glanced down again, he noticed he was still holding your wrist. He dropped his hand, pushing himself up to stand because your proximity paired with your smile was making his heart all fluttery. 

"I wanna do..." You hummed thoughtfully and glanced down at your spider-suit. "Something that matches my suit."

Miguel nodded and turned to face his monitors, swiping his hand through the air to bring up new holo screens. You watched as he worked efficiently, his eyes darting over the lines of code he confronted.

"All right..." He said, finally glancing at you. "Should be good to go."

You grinned and shot a web to the floor, your eyes glittering in amazement at the bright neon color that now lined your own webbing. You immediately turned to him. "Thank you so much, Miguel! I love it!"

Your beaming smile made his heart race and his cheeks warm. "You're welcome." He cleared his throat and glanced away toward his desk, catching sight of the Valentine's gift you gave him earlier. "Happy Valentine's day." He added. It felt like the right thing to say in the moment, despite the fact he probably hadn't said that phrase to anyone in years. 

Your smile spread impossibly wider. "Happy Valentine's day, Miguel."

[kayakima]

Headcanon list: how the 104th cadets are when they’re drunk

(bonus Porco and Pieck)

Eren: Exclusively shotguns Twisted Teas. Could go either way between the one itching to fight anyone and everyone (especially Jean) or the one that ends up getting really emotional and crying in the bathroom. Sometimes he’s both. Wants to take his keys and start driving and has to be stopped by multiple people.

Armin: THE karaoke king. He’s awful, too. Nobody butchers ABBA quite like him and there’s probably 10+ blackmail videos shared between JCS that they hold over his head whenever they need him to do a favor. Annie gets really flustered watching him but everyone knows she loves seeing him have so much fun. Sasha joins in at some point.

Mikasa: Can down seven grapefruit White Claws and you’d never be able to tell she was drunk. Cleans up Sasha after she pukes and then makes sure Eren’s sleeping on his side after he finally passes out so if he pukes in his sleep he doesn’t choke. Stands in the corner watching and is generally very pleasant and active with everyone. Brings her own snacks but happily shares with Annie. Takes videos of Sasha and Pieck playing pranks to post online.

Ymir: Hogs a bottle of Crown Royal and gets really touchy with Historia later. Winds up taking her to the couch in the corner and they’re that couple that everyone ends up steering clear of out of a fear of interrupting because they’re making out and are really bad at being discreet about it

Historia: Chugs Pink Whitney like it’s nobody’s business. Is initially hesitant about going to the corner with Ymir because she wants to socialize but once she does she will not leave unless the house is burning down. Wears NASTY white air forces that are her go-to party shoes.

Reiner: Pretends to like Casamigos because he thinks it looks nonchalant but discretely steals all the Jell-O shots and takes them in the bathroom so nobody sees him. Everyone thinks he’s doing coke and he’s forced to admit to the Jell-O shots when Connie notices they’re all missing after an hour. Plays King’s Cup with Porco and cries with joy when he wins.

Annie: STRAWBERITAS!!!!!!! Similar to Mikasa in that she pretends to not be drunk but is a lot worse at hiding it. Surprisingly gets really huggy when she’s drunk and when she’s not watching Armin sing she’s clinging onto Pieck like a baby koala. Compliments everyone in really awkward ways (“Mikasa, you and I use the same fabric softener, I can smell it.”)

Bertoldt: Quiet drunk until that Deep Eddy’s lemon hits his bloodstream and then suddenly he’s “freestyle” dancing. Everyone considers it a hazard because he’s swinging his arms and legs around not knowing he’s hitting people on accident. Accidentally raids Connie’s room and eats his “special” brownies and then greens out.

Marco: Brings his own homemade raspberry lemonade. He’s happy to be involved but generally wants to make sure everyone’s safe and gets home alright. Puts half a shooter of Tito’s in it and freaks out because he’s scared he’s gonna fail a breathalyzer now. Brings a Polaroid camera to take pictures (mostly of Jean). Calls an uber for Sasha and goes home with her to make sure she doesn’t puke in the uber.

Jean: Jack Daniel’s is like water to him. That one guy that has the durability of a toddler and will jump off the roof onto a table to break it and somehow walks away with no injuries and no memory. LOVES to beat Porco at beerpong and asks Pieck if she saw him throw the winning shot. Always suggests going swimming. “Punch me in the face Eren, I swear I won’t feel it!”

Connie: ACTUALLY likes Casamigos. Gets so drunk he starts yelling at people in Spanish and nobody even knew he could speak Spanish, not even himself. Made Jell-O shots for Sasha. Somehow knows and has official setups for every possible drinking game in existence. Hosted the party and refuses to let anyone change the playlist that’s like 90% fetty wap.

Sasha: Green Apple Smirnoff. A Taco Bell cravings box HATES to see her coming. Ends up throwing up on Jean. Raids the fridge and pantry with Pieck. Takes videos of EVERYTHING because she knows she’ll forget what happened if she doesn’t.

Bonus Pieck and Porco

Pieck: Mixes the jungle juice and puts a fuckload of Beefeater gin in it. Dances for a bit with Benzodiazepine and can throw ass but chooses not to because “I only do that in the club”. Double checks to see if Jean is actually hurt after he jumps off the roof. LOVES to see Jean and Porco fight over her but doesn’t go home with either of them. Takes all of Connie’s cups out of the cabinet and then fills them with water before putting them back in the cabinet.

Porco: Watermelon Four Loko is to him like bread is to butter. REALLY sore loser when Jean beats him at beerpong and Reiner beats him at King’s Cup. Yells at everyone to talk to them even if he’s two feet away. Gives Pieck his jacket and Jean gets really jealous. Willing to get into a fight with Eren and actually does start kicking his ass until the fight is broken up.

Lmk if you want a part 2 lmao

[frankensteinsfrankie]

Glitter Bomb Gone Wrong!!

Gender non-specific reader × Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, TW- Gun Shot accident, technically a home invasion, but not really. It's pretty much just shenanigans and fluff minus one paragraph!! Word count 1,545

Johnny really only had himself to blame. It started small, just with Kyle. Small things. Like taking the disgusting things that the military calls dessert, small cookies and brownies that were crunchy and needed more sugar. Still, when one is gone for so long, anything sweet tastes amazing. And then things escalated, itching powder in sleeping bags, clothes going missing every time he stepped out of the shower, baby powder in his shampoo.

Kyle had no clue why he was the target of this sudden prank war. But damn it if he wasn't going to play his part. Kyle wasn't known for his mischievous nature, but if you mess with a man's dessert, anything is possible. He put sand in Soap's shoes, really working it into the crevices, and underneath the inserts. That shit was never coming out. When Johnny woke up, all of the laces to his shoes and boots were completely undone. He had to spend an extra 30 minutes re tying his shoes, and Price was not happy. After two more missed morning runs, the Captain knew he had to sit them down and set them straight. When they got back from the field, and onto base, John called them both into his office. It was just going to be a standard talking to, at least until he sat down.

Ppppfpfffpffpffttttt...

Stifled laughter came from Soap, Gaz stayed quiet, frozen in fear and disbelief as the whoopie cushion deflated. A deep sigh came from Price, who put his face in his hands and rubbed them back through his greying hair. He was getting to old for this shit. He rolled his eyes.

"Get out."

They stood.

"Not you, Gaz, sit back down"

He sat.

"Close the door on your way out," Johnny closed the door, wondering if he went to far this time.

"Captain, I'm so sor-"

"Shut it, Gaz."

"Yes, sir."

And then, the plotting began. By the end of the week all three of them were trying to one up one another with dumb, relatively harmless pranks. And then, once again, Johnny went way to far.

Ghost had been indifferent to the shenanigans of the rest of the 141. He rolled his eyes at Soap and gruffed roughly whenever Gaz tried to include him in anything. He thought the whole thing was ridiculous and couldn't even begin to understand why Price was even entertaining this (To his defense, even an old man needs to feel young every once in a while). That was until he got home. He opened his bag with his masks, all of his clothing and gear. It was all covered. Covered in bright pink, very fine, glitter. The final nail in the coffin though, was a letter sitting on top of his newly pink mask, shimmering under the dull lamp sitting by ghosts bed.

"A little something to sparkle up your day."

Johnny's handwriting. He had signed his crime with a purple glittery pen. Where the Hell did he even get a purple glittery pen.

Of course Soap had waited until they were no longer living on the same base to get Ghost involved. A cowards move. But that wouldn't stop him, Ghost was now a man on a mission. An admittedly stupid mission, but still. The Task Force were close on or off base, they all lived in Manchester, just in case they needed to band together quickly for whatever reason. One text and the plan is formed. Johnny's lived in a small one bedroom two bathroom flat that was actually pretty nice. A pretty standard bachelor's pad. Price had a key. Gaz had a duffle bag filled with spray glue and glitter. Ghost had a plain black medical mask, as his was still in the dry cleaners going in for it's third round of washing.

The plan began without a hitch, glitter in between the couch cushions, on top of the ceiling fan, and into all of the air vents they could get too without moving furniture. They put glitter in his milk, in his cereal boxes, and in his shampoo. They were just going to scare him a little bit, and leave a couple surprises for later. One glittery shock after another. He'd be finding it around his flat for years. It would easily still be embedded in the carpet for the next sorry tenant who moves in. An easy plan, in and out in 10 minutes or less. It didn't even look like anyone had been there. What wasn't part of the plan? Johnny's little bird.

When they opened the bedroom door, they had no idea what would be waiting beyond it. You. Waking up slowly, stretching and reaching out to the space next to you without opening your eyes, "Come back to bed, my love." When you noticed you weren't smelling Johnny's signature cologne, you finally sat up, facing the three large men standing in your door way. They were frozen, shocked, confused. Johnny had a bird? Why hadn't he told them? The bastard never shuts up, but he didn't think to mention something like this? All of this happening in seconds, but to you the fear is nauseating. The adrenaline takes over before anyone has any opportunity to speak. Your hand was acting with a mind of its own. Quickly, within just a moment you were holding the small hand gun Johnny kept under his pillow. Before anyone could react you shot. Aimed for the biggest one, the one you were most afraid of. Two seconds later John was holding your gun, Kyle was holding your arms down, and Ghost was leaving blood smeared against your wall as he held his shoulder tight. No sound, no yelling, he just stood there, applying pressure to his wound. You wanted to scream but your voice was caught in your throat.

"Easy there, Easy." Kyle let go of you. "Where's Johnny?"

"What are you doing here?" You asked, not wanting to give up your fiancé to complete strangers who seemed dangerous.

"We work with him, my name is Kyle, this is John, and the one by the door is Simon." Something about Kyles voice soothed you. You had no reason to believe that he was telling the truth, but you recognized those names. And there's comfort in a name.

After a half a moment of awkward silence, you heard the door open. You shouted out for him, and Johnny ran into the room, knife drawn. He froze in the doorway, taking a look at you. And then his Task Force. And then the blood on the wall. And then back at you.

"Are you alright, Bonnie?"

"You should ask him," You responded gesturing to the man standing nearest the door.

Johnny looked at the wound, and then the Gun in Johns hand, he recognized it as the one from beneath his pillow. Putting two and two together, Johnny burst out laughing.

"That's my bonnie, aye Lt?" He doubled over, laughter bringing tears to his eyes. Kyle started up next, and soon he was full on laughing as well at the ridiculousness of the entire situation. The laughter was contagious, soon everyone except Ghost was at least smiling and chuckling. Afterwards, Johnny replaced Kyle by your bed side, and you finally got up and out of bed. Clinging to his side, although you knew you were safe, the adrenaline was still pumping through you. You felt a little unsteady. When you looked back at Simon, and the blood pouring from his shoulder, you felt your stomach churn.

Although you insisted on taking him to the hospital, everyone else seemed to shrug you off. He was fine, and Johnny had what was needed to fix him up. "Right as rain" he had said, in that accent that made you feel tipsy on life.

Now here you are, 2 in the morning, sitting on the floor with Johnny and Kyle because they didn't want to glitter bomb you (only your fiancé). You could hear Simon and Price from the bathroom. Turns out tough ol' Simon has a little fear of needles. When they came out, and joined you, you apologized for about the hundredth time, and he just brushed it off.

"Nah, you did what you should've done, I deserved, and really when you think about it. This wasn't your fault at all."

You cocked your eyebrow and hummed in response.

"No lovie, it was his fault" Simon pointed at Johnny with his good arm. " 'e put glitter in my bag"

You laughed first but then smacked Johnny playfully. With an exasperated voice, "Is that where all my glitter went??" You grabbed his ear, "and my purple pen???"

The rest of the guys enjoyed the sight of their buddy finally getting the reprimand that he deserved.

Later that week, after replacing all of the ruined food, you had the boys come over. This time, to clean up the mess left behind. And don't worry, you made sure that Johnny did the bulk of the cleaning. It was his fault this whole thing started in the first place.

[fairlyang]

dad!miguel headcanons 🕷️

dad!miguel who always prepared gabi’s lunch in a hello kitty thermo (if he made her sopa de letras, her fav) or a hello kitty sandwich box because he knew how excited his little girl would be when she’d see how her lunch was packaged

dad!miguel who would write cute little messages or corny dad jokes on little post it notes with whatever sweet treat he’d leave her

“How does a penguin build its house?” he wrote on one side then flips it over to write the answer

“Igloos it together.” he signs it with “te amo<3” then rereads his joke to laugh at it before sticking it to a rice krispie

dad!miguel would definitely know how to do gabi’s hair (because he would do absolutely anything for her) so when she asked if he could do elsa’s braid you can bet your ass he searched up easy tutorials on youtube

dad!miguel who will make or buy whatever snack gabi may crave, have it be chicharrones, brownies, or a popsicle de gansitos, he will make sure she gets whatever she asks for

dad!miguel who would sing gabi to sleep, songs ranging from lullabies to boleros to vicente fernadez’s whole discography

dad!miguel that signs her up to whatever her little heart desires. an art class? say less. ballet? he’ll sprint to buy the shoes

dad!miguel who accidentally falls asleep on the couch after watching barbie movies with gabi

extra points knowing he’d be sitting legs spread, head against the cushion with his mouth wide open letting out the loudest of snores imaginable which would just make gabi giggle in shock

dad!miguel who’d get drunk at the neighbor’s kid’s birthday party and be one of those mexican dads to be singing so obnoxiously but somehow sounding not so bad

“le dedicó esta para mi niña hermosa.”

cue piel canela playing and dad!miguel snatching the mic from one of the tios

he tries to find gabi through drunken eyes but once he spots her in her bright pink dress he sings to her, pointing to her when the lyrics say “me importas tu y tu y tu y solamente tu.”

gabi with wide, glossy eyes watching her papi give her yet another serenata because she was spoiled rotten in all aspects, this being one of them because she loved his singing

dad!miguel who would call up his friend’s mariachi early in the morning on gabi’s birthday but ask the favor that he can sing for her instead because he always wants her day to extra special

[pleasantspark]

The DIFFERENCE between Pink and Lucifer

While both were essentially the runts/children of their oppressors, one at least had a reason why they didn't stand for what happened.

Themes of Mental Illness

Pink Diamond

Growing up in an oppressive empire that coddled her and treated her like a kid, Pink always wanted to be something else, and make something out of herself, but due to her status as "the court jester" she was increasingly sidelined and often ridiculed by her sisters and mother for being what she is, a child.

Pink had self worth issues, she as emotionally abused, neglected and even abused in general. Being locked up in a tower whenever she had done something a child would do made her feel alone.

Due to the mistreatments and lack of acknowledgement or care, Pink began to regress to the only thing she was known for, which caused even more negativity, even if she was getting attention she didn't care if it was negative or positive she wanted people to notice her.

It all accumulated when Pink finally got Earth and set her sights on what she was put on Homeworld for, but when she decided to check Earth herself and saw all the life forms on the planet she quickly changed her mind wanting to instead save the Earth.

Due to her oppressors being very strict and literally predicting what they said that she would do, she created a distraction, Rose Quartz which led to her doing a be all end all to The Diamonds interest in Earth and ended up ending herself to make someone who could not live through the mistakes she made, she thought by ending herself and rebirthing herself that she would mean something.

Rose was a complicated character with severe issues, that suffered from self-esteem and abuse but we learned all of that backwards while the same can't be said for Lucifer.

Lucifer Magne/Morningstar

Compared to Pink, Lucifer grew up well, although he always thought outside the box and due to this, caused annoyances in the long run. In the sense he stole Adam's first wife Lilith and caused ruckus throughout Heaven, while the show tries to paint Heaven as bad as Hell, it's no way in comparison to what Pink went through at all, due to the fact of one thing:

Lucifer brought most of his actions onto himself.

Lucifer actively acted beligirent as an adult, while causing disruption and unlike Pink had deserved his punishment one way or another, even if he was ambitious Lucifer lacked the reasoning behind his "ideas" other than LOLXDRANDOM SPUR OF THE MOMENT! >-<.

The final straw that ended up happening to Lucifer was being sent below after trolling Eve and this finally ended with Heaven sending him down.

Now the narrative basically tries to claim this man who MOST CERTAINLY older than the VA for him, was or is depressed. The problem?

Depression is poorly added in.

I feel like the depression was added in to add sympathy points with no better way of giving him fake brownie rep, as someone with depression the inclusivity of depression was just as jarring as Pentious attempting suicide in the leaks with the fact and knowledge that Pentious was based off of someone who tried to attempt and the fact Pentious DIDN'T succeed in the end is what makes me mad.

The fact that the person who made this show cannot understand mental health while causing the most amount of K/D in a Fandom because of her stans being rabid is enough to tell me she does not care for mental health.

VivziePop made Lucifer unbearable for me for that exact reason, instead of interviewing or getting to know people (like me) with depression , she portrayed him as a sad miserable old man trying to get by without his wife and daughter when he could just reach the fuck out.

Ruling over their respective empire/kingdom

While Pink was a child, she had no idea how to run an empire which landed her as a jester for important ballroom events, and when she was given Earth she was finally able to do her actual job until the reveal she was killing lifeforms on Earth decided to beg them to stop it, but her pleads fell on deaf ears and she took matters into her own hands.

Lucifer's ruling ended just as he started, his "depression arc" ended up happening and left the work to his wife because he didn't want to be responsible for his own actions. Lucifer is a lazy bum who did something bad, instead of being received the applause he wanted, was banished from Heaven alongside his cronies and now he is depressed.

[voidangxls]

ˋ°•*⁀➷ Heart Shaped Sweets ʚ♡ɞ

╰┈➤ a part of my valentines special!

pairings(s)- Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary- You and your best friend Rafe were both single for Valentines. You also had the very tasty hobby of baking.

category- fluff

warnings- suggestive content, non psycho rafe, soft rafe, one use of y/n, bestfriends with tension, kissing, not proofread

word count: 1317

masterlist; valentines special; outer banks masterlist

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Ever since you could remember you’ve loved baking. If you had the chance to bake for any event or any pastime you would do so.

So when you didn’t have a Valentines and you found out neither did you best friend Rafe Cameron the both of you agreed to spend it together, as just friends. As soon as your plans with Rafe had been set in stone you started figuring out recipes to make for Valentine’s day.

The two of you agrees to spend the day together at the Camerons house, having a movie night and maybe some games like the two of you do a lot already.

The day of Valentines Rafe insisted he would pick you up so now that you were waiting on him to show up you were packaging your sweet treats into cute pink boxes. You then hear a horn come from the outside of your house so you let out an excited squeal, grabbed your purse, gathered the boxes of sweets into a large tote bag and walked out of the house.

Rafe was dressed in a pair of gray sweatpants and a black shirt while you were dressed in a a matching pajama set that had a pattern of hearts covering it.

When you walked out you looked Rafe up and down, he was dressed comfy and causal. You saw him in this element a lot, but that would never stop you from absolutely drooling on the inside.

“look at you, and what do you got there” Rafe calls out, leaning off of the car and walking over to you to give you a hug.

“a surprise” you mumble into his shoulder. When the two of you pull away you guys walk to the passenger side and he opens the door for you, but not before trying to peak into the bag. You pull an offended expression and smack the back of his head gently “no peaking!” you say

“ow woman! Fine, fine no peaking!” he exclaims, dramatically taking his hand to the back of his head and rubbing where you hit him. You wrong your eyes at his dramatics while he walks back over to the drivers side and gets in. “you look cute” Rage tells you, starting the car back up and pulling out of your driveway.

You look over at him with a bright smile “thank you!” you reply happily.

One your way to the Camerons, Rafe had stopped and gotten you guys some food to eat for dinner and then headed back to the house.

Time had passed and the two of you have already ate dinner and watched a movie, now the two of you were moving on to playing games. “so are you ever going to tell me what you brought?” Rafe groans, flopping his head down onto your lap.

You smile down at him and tap his face, signaling for him to get up. “come on” you tell him, your voice filled with excitement as you get up. Without the even noticing Rafe laced his hand with yours as the two of you walk towards the kitchen. You grab your tote bag and take out the boxes of sweets, setting them onto the counter in front of you guys.

“I made us dessert, but they’re all heart shaped because it’s Valentine’s day.” you tell him happy, looking up at him to find her was already looking at you.

He knew you loved baking and you had baked for him plenty of times before but for some reason this time felt different, even though it wasn’t all just for him. “Wanna explain the desserts to me, sweetheart?” he asks, giving you a smile

you nod and look back down at the sweets you made, unable to contain your smile. You point to the first box “these are strawberry cinnamon rolls” you point to the second box “these are brownies” and lastly you point to the third box “and these are churros, I know they’re your favorite.” you tell him, looking up at him with a proud smile, secretly hoping he would like it.

His hand reaches out and gently grasps the box “you remembered my favorite?” he asks softly, looking down at the box of sweets.

You furrow you eyebrows and tilt your head “course I did” you respond. “now come on, lets eat!” you say happily, going towards the cabinets and grabbing plates and cups. You give yourself and Rafe one of each snack on your plates as well as filling your respected cups with milk to wash down the sweetness. You also made Rafe rate each dessert out of ten.

“Rafe, you cant give everything a 10/10, gotta be honest” you complain, taking a bite of your brownie

“I am being honest sweetheart” he insist

“fine” you give up

Rafe then lifts his arm and feeds you a bite of his strawberry cinnamon roll you made. Your smile gets bigger when you notice the action and you lean forward so he could feed it to you easier.

“you know.. you’re the best person in my life, y/n”

You look over at him in surprise. You knew that Rafe didn’t have many people in his corner, he had you, Barry, and sometimes Wheezie but hearing those words come out of his mouth caused a spark to circuit through your heart. It made your heart race and your temperature rise. “really?” you ask quietly, looking over at him with a smile and hopeful eyes.

The boy lets out a scoff of a laugh as he looks at you “of course. You’re the best thing thats ever happened to me, don’t know what I’d do without you, probably go insane” he admits to you

“Well if it makes you feel any better, I feel the same way. And I am absolutely certain I would go insane without you” you admittedly respond.

The two of you stare at one another for a moment. There were beautiful happy smiles on each of your faces and the room was silent, there was a sparkle in your eyes that was only seen when you would talk to each other, a sparkling that everyone but you guys saw.

The silence amongst the two of you is cut off when you suddenly feel lips on yours. Rafe had kissed you.

When you don’t respond immediately Rafe pulls back, his expression guarded and hurt “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that” he tells you but you couldn’t process a word of what he said

“why did you do it?” you ask in a whisper, emphasizing the ‘did’ as you look up at him with soft twinkling eyes.

“I just- I love you, like I’m in love with you but its fine if you don’ts feel the same I get it and I know I shouldn’t have kissed-

Rafe rambles but is cut off when you lean forward and attach your lips with his. He stills for a split second but quickly catches himself, he kisses you back intensely. He kisses you like he would never get the chance again, his lips weren’t necessarily soft but they weren’t chapped and he tasted like sugar and cinnamon.

When you kissed him Rafe thought he was going to have a heart attack, your lips were soft and sweet. Your kisses were passionate and loving, you held the side of his face like you cared because you did which is something he wasn’t use to. Now that he had your lips on his he knew he could never go back.

The two of you pull away and lean your foreheads together, his hands on your waist and yours on his face. The both of you looking at each other with raw emotion of love “Im in love with you too, yknow” you whisper and he couldn’t help but bring you into another breathless kiss.

a/n: idk how I feel about this but i’m still sick

[simmerkate]

Summer Market

Hey guys I hope you like this set

It took sooo long to create it :)

I hand painted a lot of it so I really hope you like it :)

This set includes:

Icecream truck (Decor for now)

Icecream Sign

Pink Bench

Fruit & Cake Stalls ( Can place items on them)

Brownies

Cupcakes

Cheesecake

Cookies

Box of peaches

Box of pears

Box of strawberries

Box of oranges

Watermelons

Summer Market Banner

Textures are 2048 x 2048 and one or 2 items are 4096 x 4096

This set is high poly so please be careful if using a low end pc

Public Release - 3rd of August

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[xzaddyzanakinx]

| So, So Right | pt.1

Stepbro! Anakin Skywalker x Innocent Reader

18+ MDNI

Warnings: eventual smut, inappropriate relationships

Info: Modern AU, Anakin is whipped, Anakin literally worships the ground you walk on, Not Profread

It had been almost 4 months since your world was shattered and the pieces were glued haphazardly back together. Everything had happened alarmingly fast, one day it was just you and your mother, the next she was bringing home a stranger. He was nice, he made your mom happy and that was enough of a reason for you to love him as well.

That was until one night Obi-Wan and your mother came in to the living room where you sat typing away on your laptop for a college class. Obi-Wan cleared his throat to catch your attention, once you looked up and saw the nervous smiles on their faces you got a nauseous feeling in your stomach.

“Can we talk for a second?” Your mother asked tentatively, almost afraid to ask.

“Yeah sure. What’s up?” You raised an eyebrow and carefully put your laptop on the coffee table.

“We’ve decided it’s time for you to meet my son.” Obi-Wan smiled, “the year is almost over, he will be coming home for the summer.”

Your mind spun, this could mean the end of your normalcy. This was a serious step, of course you knew he had a son, but you had never even spoken to him, much less seen him.

“That’s a couple weeks away. Uh- well thanks for telling me?” You said confused.

“Yes but, honey, look at me.” Your mother’s sweet and calming voice pierced through the fog attempting to form in your mind. “He’s coming to visit this weekend!”

“Like this weekend? As in tomorrow?” You asked, standing up abruptly.

“Yes, he will be here tomorrow afternoon. We want to take you both out to dinner.” Obi-Wan nodded, reaching out to encourage you to walk over.

“Okay,” you forced a smile, trying to hide your nervousness, “what’s his favorite desert?”

Obi-Wan chuckled, pulling you into an embrace where you were sandwiched between him and your mother.

“Blondies.” He whispered and gave you an affectionate shoulder squeeze.

You tossed and turned all night, unable to get comfortable and desperate to turn your thoughts off. You so badly wanted to make a good impression on him. You knew enough about him to know he played Lacrosse, he was such a good player and had so much passion for it that he had considered majoring in sports management. Though quickly realized engineering and mechanics was the perfect fit for him. He was tall and pretty, a scar across his eye from his teenage years. That was it, that was all you had. Plus the fact you now knew he liked Blondies.

So the moment your alarm had went off you rolled out of bed and got to work. Baking was your passion, culinary school was the perfect fit for you. You dreamed of opening a pastry shop, and you used every spare minute to hone your skills. The process was easy, cookie dough and brownie batter, slap it all in a pan and throw it in the oven.

Now that you’d taken them out to cool, you found yourself restless and incapable of sitting still. This was going to be a long day.

Over the next few hours you packaged away the Blondies in a cute pastry box with a pink tag that you’d written ‘Anakin’ in beautiful calligraphy, showered and watched a few episodes of your favorite show, and now you sat at your vanity.

Staring at yourself in the mirror, hyping yourself up to meet the most important person in Obi-Wan’s life. Carefully applying your makeup, not too much, just enough to accentuate your natural features and lengthen your eyelashes. Painting your nails and nude-ish pink and slipping on a soft baby blue dress with matching shoes.

Descending the stairs while your hair flowed gracefully down your back in loose curls. Obi-Wan and your mother sat at the kitchen table chatting, immediately looking up when you entered the room.

“Oh! You look lovely!” Your mother clapped her hands and her lips curved into a genuine smile.

“Beautiful.” Obi-Wan beamed, he had really taken to the roll of father figure for you, and it showed in moments like these. He treated you as his own flesh and blood.

The car ride went quickly, and soon you were entering the restaurant. Watching the crowd from the waiting room, in fitted black dress pants and a black button-up stood a sandy haired boy. Obi-Wan rushed over and clapped a hand on his back, pulling him into a crushing hug. You stood with your mother, watching the scene unfold with adoration.

“Ani!” Obi-Wan outstretched his arms to gesture to you. “Here she is!”

His gaze lingered on your face before traveling down and back up, his cheeks a bit pink and his eyes wide.

“Hi! It’s nice to meet you again Satine.” He nodded and took your mothers hand between his two large ones.

“I’ve heard quite a bit about you.” Anakin turned to you, his height making you feel smaller than before. You introduced yourself as Anakin seemed to drink in every word.

The hostess soon called for your party, and brought you to a large round table near a floor to ceiling window. The view was gorgeous and the table setting was just as elegant. The dinner was going smoothly, Anakin was easy to get along with. He seemed genuinely interested in everything you said, you were so relieved that you didn’t even notice the hunger in his gaze.

That had been weeks ago, and it felt like an eternity. The dinner ended with a bombshell of an announcement, Obi-Wan and your mother were engaged to be married.

Now Anakin had moved in, the wedding date was set and Obi-Wan had put his house on the market. Your room was right next to Anakin’s, and you had a shared bathroom connecting the rooms. You didn’t mind, in fact you quite enjoyed being so close to him.

The friendship had blossomed beautifully, spending time with Anakin was your new favorite thing. He kept you company when you were flitting about the kitchen with your apron covered in flour, helped you with chores, read to you at night and he even walked through the neighborhood with you and quickly discovered your fear of the large dog at the end of the cul-de-sac when you practically jumped into his arms when it barked at you. He didn’t make fun of you like you expected, he held you to his chest and whispered calming words until you were ready to continue, after that his hand was practically glued to yours in a comforting grasp at all times.

Today was the beginning of his new summer job, he’d be working at the local car shop as a mechanic, he was absolutely ecstatic. Of course you were equally excited for him, but you held a bit of worry in your heart, what would you do all day without him here?

“Goodmorning princess,” he called from the shared bathroom, you almost always kept your doors open so you could easily get to his room and vice versa.

You hopped up quickly and rushed to sit on the bathroom sink while he brushed his teeth. He greeted you with a sleepy kiss to your forehead, leaving a soft smile on your lips.

“Are you excited?” You asked.

“So excited.” He grinned, spitting toothpaste foam into the sink and rinsing it down.

“Good! I-I’ll bring you some lunch okay?” You said.

“Perfect. I’d miss you too much if you didn’t.” He gathered you up in his arms, hooking his forearms under your thighs to hold you close to his chest while you wrapped your legs around him, resting your head in the crook of his shoulder. He walked you over to his bedroom, gently laying you in his still-warm sheets.

“Ani?” You asked as you watched him strip from his pajama pants and sleep shirt.

“What is it babe?” He asked as he walked to his closet in just his boxers.

“What am I supposed to do all day while you’re gone?” Your lip stuck in a pout.

“We talked about this,” he said gently, sliding a white shirt over his head and throwing some jeans on the bed before making his way to you.

“I’ll be back everyday at 5:00. You’ll have from 8:00 to 5:00 to do whatever you want! Call up one of your friends, see if they want to set up a weekly hang out or something.”

He carefully tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear, you could see the pain in his eyes at the thought of you being upset.

“I know. I will.” You sighed, scooting closer to rest your head on his knee.

“I gotta do this to get the experience, so I can open my own garage. How else am I gonna make sure you get that big cake shop hmm?” He caressed your cheek with his thumb, making you nod in agreement.

“You’ll see me at lunch, and once I get home, I’ll take you out to see a movie. How that sound?” He asked, taking notice of your sour expression.

You perked up at the thought, it had been a while since you’d been to the theater.

“Yes! That would make up for it I think.” You said playfully.

“Good. Now I gotta go before you convince me to stay.” He laughed, smoothing your hair and standing up.

Throwing on his jeans and a belt before tugging on his brand new pair of work boots. He took one last look at you, pressing his lips to his thumb and transferring the kiss to your bottom lip in a gentle swipe. He left you there, alone in his room. His blankets smothered you with his scent and you slowly let yourself fall asleep.

You groggily awoke to the feeling of the mattress being weighted down. A gentle hand shaking your leg to get your attention. Your sleep filled eyes barely registered the figure at the foot of the bed, Obi-Wan. You rubbed your eyes with your knuckles as he spoke.

“What’re you doing in here?” He asked.

“I came to tell Anakin bye and I fell asleep.” You laughed, sitting up.

“You almost had me worried,” he smiled, “I didn’t see you in your room when I stopped to tell you that your mom left for work and I was on my way out.”

“Sorry!” Your eyes widened, “oh I didn’t even think- I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“It’s okay, don’t apologize.” He stood up, getting ready to leave. “Have a good day!” He called as he left the room.

Once you gathered the energy to pull yourself out of the cocoon you’d made in Anakin’s bed, you headed downstairs to make yourself breakfast and to assemble a bag lunch for Anakin.

You called a few friends, only one being free every week. Your childhood friend Ashley was more than happy to have a standing date with you every Thursday, she seemed excited to spend more time with you. As you ended the call you hopped into your car and set on your way to Anakin’s new job.

You stepped out onto the pavement with your old beat-up sneakers and shorts with a black crop top. The ground around you practically sizzled from the heat and you quickly made your way inside into the sweet relief of air conditioning. You strode up to the desk and tapped the bell on the counter, a man came out from the back after a few seconds.

“What can I do for you missy?” His voice was gruff and his shirt was stained beyond repair.

“I’m Anakin’s step-sister, I brought him lunch.” You lifted up the bag and smiled.

“Right, he told me you’d be coming.” He smirked, taking in your appearance before turning on his heel and yanking open a side door.

“Skywalker! Your girl is here.” He shouted, and moments later Anakin came rushing through the door, unzipping his work jumpsuit so that it hung from his hips, his white undershirt covered in sweat.

“There she is!” He grinned, enveloping you in a tight hug, breaking the embrace to place a possessive hand on the small of your back, leading you outside and back to your car.

“How is it? Is it fun? Do you like the people? Who was that guy? Is he your boss?” Your rapid fire questions had Anakin laughing as he cracked open his can of Pepsi.

“Slow down,” he grinned, pulling out his sandwich and chips. “Yes, it’s fun and all the people are super nice. And yes, that man is my boss, his name is Gary.”

“He doesn’t mind that I’m gonna be here everyday does he?” You asked.

“No, I told him you’d be bringing me lunch. He’s fine with it, gave me a teasin’ though.” He laughed.

“Why?” You questioned confused.

“Ah no big deal, he’s just jealous that I’ve got such a sweetheart like you.” His hand found yours and his thumb brushed your knuckles lovingly. “Thought it was weird my step-sis tolerated me enough to bring me food.”

“Huh? That’s mean!” You huffed, “I don’t tolerate you, I love you!”

“I know baby. I know.” He brought your knuckles to his lips and placed a chaste kiss there before taking a bite of his sandwich.

“Guess I’m just lucky.” He shrugged with a teasing smirk.

You watched with adoration as he downed his food, he was starving, as if this was the only thing he’d eaten in days.

“I’m gonna have to pack you more tomorrow.” You said, dusting crumbs off his shirt. “Do you need me to bring you a snack? Are you still hungry?”

“I’ll be alright for today, we’ll just get some food before the movie tonight.” He said, taking his palm to your cheek.

He stared, his pupils blown wide as he gazed down at you leaning into his palm. He was always so soft and gentle with you, he made you feel so loved.

“C’mere.” He whispered, cradling your head now between both hands as he drew your face closer. Pressing a kiss to your nose and then to your forehead. “Thank you for always bein’ so sweet to me.”

“You deserve it.” You grinned, quickly pecking him on the cheek. “You should probably get back.”

“I know.” He sighed, putting his trash into the lunch bag and setting it in the floor board of the car.

His gaze lingered on your lips, and quickly shot over to the garage doors, all four were shut and so was the public entrance. He shook his head slightly.

“What’s wrong Ani?” You asked, eyebrows furrowed.

“Nothing princess. Just thinking.” His voice was soft. “I love you.”

“I love you!” You responded happily, throwing your arms around his shoulders and burying your face in his neck. A soft groan escaped his mouth at the feeling of your lips grazing accidentally across the sensitive skin.

Anakin’s head swam as he thought to himself, about the last few weeks, the way you so willingly gave him affection, how you didn’t seem to realize how your touch affected him, that you didn’t seem to understand that the attachment between the two of you was far from normal. He should be ashamed, taking advantage of your innocence like this, you didn’t know any better. He should be disgusted with his actions, with his anything but pure thoughts. But he couldn’t help himself. You were you, and that was enough of a reason for him to throw his morals and better judgment out the window.

He made a decision right then, with your arms around him and his lips pressed against the crown of your head. He was yours, you were his.

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