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miss-kittys-magical-library · 3 years

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Two Piña Coladas, The Redux

(Now a Vincent x Reader story)

Word Count- 1500

Warnings- depiction of Tourette’s, swearing, oral sex (fem!receiving), fingering, penetration (m!f)

A/N- You and Vincent have a bit of fun on your Honeymoon.

“You know, I have something for you. I wanted to wait until the perfect time,” you looked at Vincent in the bathroom mirror.

Your eyes met, and he felt his face flush. Vincent twisted his neck and popped his mouth with a hand when he saw the seductive look in his wife’s gaze. You gave him a once over; a playful smile danced on your lips as your eyes traveled over his Caribbean tanned body.

Vincent whistled, a loud wolf one, and shouted the first time on their honeymoon. His tics had been at a minimum daily. But at night, when the atmosphere in the hotel room became electrifying, the anticipation coursed through his veins. His cock distended.

“I LOVE PUSSY!” he squealed with a simultaneous violent nod backwards of his head. Vincent's chin lifted in the air rapidly. He continued to brush his teeth.

“I know you do, Vin. Can't get enough of it!” You teased your husband. “But just get the bed ready for us?”

Vincent leaned over and pressed his forehead to your neck. He kissed behind your ear, then your cheek and lips. His body shuddered and involuntarily tried to swallow your mouth in lieu of a soft peck.

“I love you, y/n” his nose rubbed yours before turning his back. “Fuck your tits! Asshole licker.” He was glad You couldn't see his face while stripping naked to get in their bed.

“Only if you're good!” You joked hoping he would relax. “Not that second part though.”

Maybe it was nerves, or maybe it was the expectation of what a man wanted from his wife. Vincent had none. He loved you, and your heart and the patience you had for him. Still you felt your heart pound almost rapidly while checking yourself one last time in the bathroom mirror. Would he like what he saw?

You stood at the foot of the bed and cleared your throat. Vincent put down his book and grinned from ear to ear. He let out a wolf whistle. This is an involuntary tic followed by a pump of the fists in the air simultaneously. He got to his knees and scrambled down to the end of the bed and knelt in front of his wife.

“Fuck me sideways,” his voice thick with desire. This was 100% Vincent.

“Do you like it?” your voice came out a coo.

He couldn't help it, Vincent dove his face into her cleavage. He ran his nose and tongue along the curve of your tits. The lace bra you wore tickled him.

Vincent let out a throaty whisper, “You have no idea how much I want you.”

There was another slight tic that was akin to blowing a raspberry and whistling again. your favorite accident.

You laughed. your hands lost in his thick curls held him until he almost drowned in your breasts. His tongue is now dipping under the fabric to trace an outline of your fleshy nipple. His finger pulled the lace aside so he could capture said nipple perfectly in his mouth. He sucked, alternating from one to the other. Harder each time before licking at them. Biting them, and your flesh, until you purred.

Completely unable to keep his hands off of you, Vincent ran them down over the soft see-through mesh of your lingerie. Your mouths found each other with the hunger of an eager teenage couple while Vin’s hands kneaded handfuls of your beautiful body. There was so much of you he could touch and hold and kiss. More of you to fuck and make love no matter what he thought.

Vincent worshipped your body.

He massaged your ass now. Your tongues grew exhausted, lips chapped as you continued kissing. Vincent started to grind into you. At first the repetitive thrust of his hips was part of his divergence. Then it became part of his want. To show you how you made him swell. The bulge inside of his boxers was stiff against your hips. He let his one hand wander between your thighs.

Vincent played with the satin of your panties. His two fingers stroked the only thing in the way of your entrance. They moved swiftly back and forth creating a wetness and a friction creating heat that spread all along your body the way you spread your legs enough for him to delve inside.

Vincent’s fingers worked rapidly. His arm jerked a few times causing him to push further inside of you than he liked. His fingers curled, then one found your clit.

You gasped. Then gave Vincent an airy command into his mouth to do it again before your tongue took the upper hand deep in the back. He fought back, overtook you, and you playfully nipped at him. All the while he made circles that increased in a slow speed on your clit.

If he can't say anything, your thoughts were punctuated by Vincent's fingers making a come here gesture inside of your cunt. “I can use the physical tics maybe to my advantage. He's always so worried they'll interfere.

Here is one now. Vincent’s fingers moved at a speed near a vibrator, but You kept his mouth occupied. You couldn't keep up, your body starting to lose control. Your hips jerked into his hand and that familiar ledge was under your proverbial feet. The fire spread in your body with each hook of his fingers and swipe of your clit.

“Vin..” you pant, “I'm gonna cum if you keep..” you moaned.

His movements halted, Vincent pulled out. “Fuck that bitch!” He bit his lip, embarrassed. Then a growl escaped him “How about you sit on the bed?”

“Are you asking?” you smirked.

“Sit on the edge of the bed. Feet on the floor.”

Vincent stood himself and demanded you listen. His tone was more commanding and confident than you had ever heard. You obeyed.

His palms on your thighs massaging them. Kneading them lovingly until he got to your knees which he spread apart and knelt inside. He kissed a path from the bend in your leg inwards until he reached that damn fabric.

Vincent tongued the satin just along your entrance. He felt you soak under his mouth; it only encouraged him. His fingers and teeth worked to slide your panties off then bent forward once more.

Now he ran his tongue along the inside of your thigh before snaking it towards your clit. It worked like his fingers, slow and circular. It flicked in and out a few times before he sucked on your slit. Tongue then a finger and then a tongue once more working together in their assault.

Vincent's free hand massaged your thighs and hips. They started to buck against his face. Your hands were buried in a mass of his curls. That heat swelled inside of your chest as the muscles in your legs began to shake. Still, Vincent worked his mouth nimbly until an orgasm rocked your body, your hand in his hair yanked in reaction. He stood unexpectedly and fumbled with his boxers

“Knees! SLUT!” Vincent pinched the bridge of his nose. His cheeks blazed red and pink. “Y/N, I'm-”

You got to your feet and kissed him rather passionately. “I know, my love. I'll be your slut some other night.”

You winked and climbed on to the bed to present yourself to him. Your ass and sex on full display. “Fuck me the way I like?” you all but whined over your shoulder in his direction.

Vincent bent you forward towards the bed face down. He hooked his arm under your leg and hoisted it up so that it bent back around his willowy body. He held it in place to aggressively sheath his entire cock inside of you. Vincent's body shook with a violent shudder from side to side before starting a steady rhythmic pounding that slammed his pelvis into your ass.

Everything on you shook. Vincent venerated your curves and thick thighs. He took the time to squeeze and tease handfuls of your tits when he managed to bend over you. His mouth and tongue caught the spot under your ear, forehead pressed into the flat space where your shoulder blades met.

Feeling himself also edge, Vincent stopped rather abruptly. “I want to look at you when we cum.”

So up towards the pillows you both made your way. Vincent took you in his arms as he lost himself deep inside your sex. Slow and steady as he embraced you while looking in your eyes.

You kissed, short sporadic ones, while vowing to never let each other go. And you both came, a tic coursed through Vincent's body that you held him through.

For better or best. Because with Vincent there was no worst.

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badsext · 4 years

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Pumpkin Carving: Robert Sheehan x Reader (any gender)

Fluffy Halloween Treat request from my friend, @elliethesuperfruitlover :

Rob and Reader carve a pumpkin together. Reader accidentally cuts themselves. 🔪😳

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It was nice to get out of LA and have a genuine autumn experience. You figured it was time for Robbie to see the town where you grew up. The leaves were so colorful and Rob looked so cozy in a fluffy sweater. You grabbed some hot chocolates and took a hayride, leaning into his arms against the chill. You wandered together around the rows of pumpkins. Occasionally you would stop and say, “What about that one?” Then Robbie would crouch down, pick it up, knock on it, hold it up to his ear and have a whispered dialogue with it. He made you laugh so hard, you sprayed your hot chocolate.

Robbie followed you into the house carrying your prized pumpkin. It was the biggest, roundest and most orange one they had. You spread out some paper and Rob plopped it down on the table. The sharpest knife you could find in the kitchen was a serrated steak knife. As you began to carve out the lid you realized that this knife was not meant to cut through four inches of raw pumpkin flesh. After a ton of sawing and passing the knife back and forth a few times, you finally managed to get inside the thing. Then you dragged the trash can over to the table.

“Okay, you’re up...You need a spoon or are you going to use your hands?,” you asked presumptuously. He just pushed up his sleeves, removed his jewelry, and shoved his whole arm in up to the elbow.

“This is actually my favorite part.” He smiled as he removed a massive clump of pumpkin guts and held it just inches from your face before dropping it into the trash. He continued contentedly scooping until one of his curls escaped from his messy bun. “Hey, could you use your clean hands to...”. You were already there beside him, tucking the wayward strand back into place. He thanked you with a kiss.

“So, what kind of face are we putting on our friend here?,” he asked, slapping the hollow vegetable.

“Something spooky..like a traditional jack o lantern face with a twist.”

“I think I know what you mean.” He took the cap off the sharpie marker with his teeth and turned the pumpkin away from you while he worked in secret. His look of concentration was in the top three of your favorite expressions. He turned it around with a triumphant “Ta da!”

“That’s perfect!” You smiled, then suddenly felt weird about Robbie doing all the work. “I should get my hands dirty. I’ll cut out the eyes and you can do the mouth.”

You picked up the knife and began to cut, but the pumpkin was more slippery than you realized. The knife slipped and sliced into your opposite hand. You felt the sting immediately. Then blood started trickling out of the wound.

“Oh shit!,” you hissed.

“Oh, shit!,” Robbie agreed.

You dropped the knife and pointed the bloody apendage skyward because you heard somewhere it was supposed to help. Robbie led you over to the sink where you washed and rinsed it very gently. The wound continued to bleed. Robbie got you a clean dish towel and you wrapped it around your whole hand like a boxing glove.

“That cut seems pretty deep. You’ll need stitches. Let’s take you to hospital.”

“But it’s going to be so fucking expensive!”

“Well, you can’t just bleed out in this kitchen. God, this American healthcare system is shit.”

“Tell me about it.”

You took another peek under the towel. “Okay let’s go.”

As you walked out to the car you noticed Robbie heading towards the driver’s side.

“What are you doing?”

“Well, I can’t let you drive with your hand like that!”

“You don’t even have an American driver’s license.”

“Well it’s an emergency. If we get pulled over, I’ll explain.”

“You’ve never met an American cop, have you?”

“I’ll just be careful not to get pulled over.”

“Okay,” You sighed, handing him the keys.

Rob did drive carefully. He used turn signals and diligently checked all mirrors. The only fault with his driving was how he kept checking on you at every red light, failing to notice when it had turned green and the car behind would honk.

Everyone in the waiting room looked worse off than you, but that wound wasn’t going to stitch itself. The nurse allowed Robbie into the exam room with you. She took all your vitals and confirmed that you would need stitches. Then she escorted you to a bed and drew the curtain to wait for the doctor.

Robbie started making jokes about all the shenanigans you could get up to behind the curtain. You laughed and declined, offering him a rain check instead which he accepted with a sweet peck on the lips.

Robbie held your hand while the doctor sterilized the wound with iodine and numbed you for the pain. Right as the needle entered your skin, you instinctively turned away. Robbie was there to let you bury your face in his shoulder while the doctor finished her work. “All done,” she announced snapping off her gloves. You were so relieved. Robbie drove you home.

“You’ve been a naughty pumpkin! You’ll have to sit in the corner!,” he scolded the half finished jack o lantern staring back at you from the dining room table. It made you laugh a little harder than usual on the pain meds they gave you.

Robbie helped you change into pajamas to keep you from disturbing your stitches. Then he ordered a pizza and settled in for a movie night glued to the couch. You felt better already.

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elliethesuperfruitlover · 4 years

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Feather Boas and Hors’ D’oeuvres

A/N: This is part two of my Halloween themed fics for @badsext. It’s the Robbie x reader one! Upon writing this author’s note (I write them before I start writing the story), I have 12 works in progress, counting this one. I have no idea why in the name of the lord I have decided to do this shit, but I love writing, and love writing for other people. Here in this household, we support all bodies. All bodies are beautiful, and you better be loving yourselves beech. I hope this ends out well.

Warnings: food, bad words, mention of insecurities, self hatred (but it’s recovered, don't worry luvs x)

“Robbie, I am NOT wearing that outside. Where the hell am I meant to go wearing that, love?” you ask, looking at the outfit he prepped for me with hesitance.

“You’ll be fine dear, just don’t turn too much or y’know. Everything’ll spill out.” he says, turning me in different directions.

“Yeah, yeah. I might have to deconstruct it, and add more fabric, Robbie, this is a LOT.” you say, poking and prodding at yourself, trying to suck the infamous tummy ™ in.

“Ahh, stop that now. That squish is perfectly fine, and your organs have to go somewhere. You’re fine just the way you are. No need to suck that in, nobody needs that much breath control. Not even a strong swimmer, love. Unsuck that belly, and let’s get on with all this, okay?” he says, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, kissing the side of your head.

You take the costume off, careful not to rip any of it, and put it back, waiting for Robbie to open the door, as he does. You put on your regular clothes, and decide to snoop around a bit, and look at the more absurd options in the Costume Shop. Some of this shit just does not make sense, please, society, change, and for the better this time. You do not want to wear a bathing suit outside, in 60 degree weather, just so you can say “I went Trick or Treating”. Not doing it, sorry. Those thoughts ran through your head as you went through the store, letting out a chuckle at the thought of breathing in nothing but rubber for an extended amount of time.

“Have you been having fun, going around, no worries.” Robbie asked, sneaking up from behind you, his cold arms creating goosebumps along your flesh.

“I’ve been talking to myself about just how not okay some of these costumes are.” you said, mentioning the puzzle pieces.

“That’s my problem with these things. What happened to the days where everyone went outside naked, and thought nothing of it.” Robbie asked, catching himself as he saw neon pink feathers.

“Periods exist, and it’s just too damn cold for me to go outside like that, you know that.” I say, following his eyes and sensing the chaos about to ensue.

“What about this huh?” Rob said, wrapping a painful neon pink boa around his neck.

You shook your head at his antics, and he chased you around the store with the wretched thing, trying to capture you with it. Along the way, he collected many more items, including fake blood, vampire teeth, copious amounts of candy, and a tiny top hat, colored yellow. It had sparkles all on it, and he put it on top of his head. In his arms, a couple things began to topple over, but he ran to the front register, and quickly placed it down before he had to pay for it, plus extra.

“All this please, along with this costume, and one of your “Pretty Princess” balloons in the back there please.” he said, glitter getting in his eyes. The cashier rolled their eyes, and scanned all of the items, and almost forgot the top hat on Robbie’s head, which he bent over for them to scan.

As soon as all of the items were scanned and paid for (and when Robbie got his balloon), the two of you got in the car, and headed back to the house, to decorate it accordingly. The car ride was quite short, but boy did it feel long. Robbie was stretched out in the back with his balloon, and you drove through the traffic, tapping your hands on the steering wheel when a certain beat hit.

Boys and girls of every age, wouldn’t you like to see something strange

Close your eyes and you will see, this our town of Halloween

“Yes, ohmygod ohmygod, THIS IS MY SONG!” you said, damn near breaking the dial to scream along to the song. Yes, you were getting weird looks from the families in their own cars, but you were feeling it.

Robbie laughed from the back, and twisted around, leaning over to kiss you on the cheek, joining you in the chaos that is yelling song lyrics in a car. You moved along in your seat, and admittedly ran 2 red lights, dodging potholes and cracks in the road. As the song ended, the glitter from Robbie’s hat had come off somewhat, and in almost every available place, there was yellow glitter. You laughed, and knocked some of it off of the radio dial, and put your attention fully on the road, instead of purposefully missing notes just to spite yourself. A couple minutes after the song ended, you arrived at your shared home, and emptied the car of costumes, decor, and of course, the balloon, which was starting to get more and more absurd.

“Where are we going to put half of these things?’ you ask, roaming around the house, trying to come up with a spot for your Halloween themed objects to go.

“Some of them could go outside, not much out there. The little cobwebs can go in the corners, not to be confused with the real cobwebs. The candles can go in here, Mr. Skelly can go on the mantle. We’ll figure everything else out. Oh, and the costumes go in the closet, that’s simple enough.” he says, setting Mr. Skelly in his rightful place.

You went down all the halls, pinning the fake cobwebs in the corners, avoiding the fake spiders. You even sprinkled some remaining glitter on the tables, trying not to breathe too much in. The fake blood was put into the bathroom, for special effects just in case you decided to be an oldie but goldie vampire. Robbie was busy getting the candles together, and he eventually got his balloon out of the car, where it had deflated some. It was put in the kitchen, along with your numerous house plants, also away from the infamous pink butter knife. He started on dinner, which was a soup of sorts, and he made the both of you a cup of coffee, pumpkin spice sadly excluded.

Soon enough, the sun was setting, and the two of you began lighting candles, and putting the warm soup into bowls, and getting washed up before putting your costumes on. You sipped on it, and turns out it was tomato soup, with grilled cheese sandwiches because originality in cooking is always welcome, but sometimes simple does it. The two of you ate in semi-silence, music playing from the record player in the living room.

“Can you taste the red food dye this time?” Robbie asked, taking a sip of wine from his glass.

“No, not this time, at least it doesn’t make me feel like I’m a hot air balloon. Too much red food dye is lethal to anyone living, I don’t care who the fuck you are, it’s not like I’m immune to things that taste like shit.” you say, biting into the sandwich.

“True, true, I hope it isn’t that bad, I mean, I can poison you if you’d like, just take a bite out of that candle, it’ll take you right out of here.” he says, pointing towards the lit candle in the corner of the room, which flickered due to the air in the room.

You chuckled at the thought, and from there on, you two ate in complete silence, until you finished, and Robbie offered to wash the dishes, and you took him up on it, heading back upstairs to freshen up and get ready to go trick-or-treating that night. As you were putting your costume on, certain places weren’t the same size that they were, and a couple tears ran down your face, and onto the fabric. You knew why you were frustrated, and you knew it was a really bad excuse to be crying, but the sobs only got heavier and heavier, until you were on the floor, clutching the carpet in your hands, trying to calm back down. You were sobbing so hard that you didn’t even hear Robbie’s bare feet padding in the halls, and him stopping when he found you on the ground, in your costume.

He didn’t say anything, only holding you as you cried, running his fingers over your hair, comforting you. You finally calmed down, and were reduced to sniffles. That’s also when you began to talk.

“Why do I have to be like this?” you asked him, seemingly, hands clutching his tank top.

“Everyone has insecurities. Society makes us, especially women feel like they have to look a certain way, act a certain way. You’re perfectly fine the way you are. You also just ate tomato soup and a sandwich, your belly is going to be a little bigger. That’s simply how humans are made, you can’t avoid it. You’re not ugly or gross for being human. Or for having a couple rolls, or stretch marks. They’re beautiful. You know I always love to see them. Doesn’t make you any less attractive.” he says, brushing his knuckles against your cheek.

“Yeah, but why do I have to feel bad about it if it doesn’t matter.” you reply, furrowing your eyebrows.

“I told you, it’s society’s fault for doing that shite to you. It’s not your fault in the least. You’ve been taught to believe all of that. You’re not in the wrong here. You are beautiful, and nobody can take that away from you.” he says, tilting you to the side, looking you in the eyes.

The two of you had a moment where there was almost silence, the only thing making noise were the kids outside, already in their costumes, cutely saying trick-or-treat. Your sniffles had subsided, and now your eyes were returning to their normal off-white color. Robbie put his fingers under your chin, and leaned towards you, kissing your lips full on. His hand slipped to the small of your back, holding you up. The two of you sat there, quiet in the gathering moonlight, still on the floor enjoying the company.

“You wanna get out of here, so I can get in my costume, and we can get gobsmacked with sweets?” Robbie asked, rubbing knuckles against yours.

“Sure, fuck it.” you say, smiling, grabbing his hand, and heading to the bathroom to get that fake blood, and put it to good use.

Robbie went into the bathroom after you, and soon enough, he came out, and that corset was hugging him in all of the right places. You grabbed your pumpkin basket, made of plants, and headed outside, elbows interlocked with Rob’s. The two of you headed to each house in the area, going “trick or treat” to each adult at the door, even getting giggles from little children. It began to rain, and the two of you ran into each puddle on purpose, getting completely soaked in the process. When you two got home, you rid yourselves of the homemade candy, cleaned it all off, and ate some of it. Just as it was reaching the early morning hours, the two of you went to sleep on the couch, snickers bar wrappers surrounding you.

Masterlist

#robert sheehan fluff #robert sheehan x reader #robert sheehan imagine #halloween fic #spooky #self love #encouragement

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istgpleaseshutup · 2 years

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Secret Jealousy // Robert Sheehan x fem!Reader

Quick Authors Note, I actually don’t know how comic con works to be completely honest, but I am doing my best so if someone wants to correct me on anything I will be open, ALSO i am going to mix the request a bit, just read to the end

Request:

hey, I have a request. Could do a Robert x fem reader one where they are together since season 1 (reader is a part of the cast) and they are at comic con for the 2nd season but nobody knows that they are together? and the interviewer and fans asks Robert if he has a gf and stuff like that. (the interviewer is flirting with Robert and Y/N gets jealous yk)

From: Anonymous

Thank you so so much for requesting this

Warnings: Kinda angst, some jealousy, leg bouncing cause from a bit anxiety, and i am pretty sure thats it

Secret Jealousy // Robert Sheehan x fem!Reader

“I have a question for Robert!” A fan asks, she sounded really nervous since her voice sounded shy. “Who is your favorite cast member?” I look at Robert, and he looks over at me.

“Well, that’s a tricky question as I love everyone in the cast,” He looks away and looks at the fan who asked the question. “But I would have to say y/n.” I smile and look away from him, looking down at my hands and played with the hairband on my wrist.

“Thank you so much! I love you Robert!” The fan says, going away from the microphone.

“Actually Robert, I have a question.” The interviewer girl that is on stage with us says. “How do you manage to look so good in every part of the show?”

“Well thank you darling, I guess just genetics.” He laughs, I smile a bit, growing a bit jealous as he called her darling. I look down at the stage as my leg starts bouncing, trying to ignore anything the interviewer says.

Why did she say that? I mean maybe she meant it in a more friendly way but what made it worse was that Robert called her darling. I mean maybe he meant it in a friendly way too but- My thoughts get interrupted by a hand on my leg that was shaking. I look over at Robert, and he smiles. I smile back and focus on the questions being asked.

“Y/n, if you could exchange your power with someone else in the show, who would you switch with?” A fan asks.

“Well, I love my power, but if I had to, probably Diego’s. I think his power is pretty cool.” I answer.

“Thank you!!” The fan says and walks away as another fan steps to the microphone.

“Robert, do you have a girlfriend?” The fan asks.

“Well, yes in fact, I do.” Robert answers smiling. I look over at Robert and smile a bit as he goes on about his girlfriend. “She is the best things that ever happened to me. She is just the most perfect girl on the planet.”

“Yeah, everyone, she is me.” The interviewer jokes. God she wishes. I sigh, chuckling to myself. Robert gives her a confused look and just laughs awkwardly.

More questions are asked, but I don’t really listen as I am to fascinated with my boyfriend (just to clarify if it wasn't clear enough it’s Robert LMAO). I just stare at him for a bit until some fans ask me questions.

“Hi Y/n!! I love your character in The Umbrella Academy!!” A little boy says excitedly.

“Aw thank you so much!” I respond with a genuine smile. I look over at the interviewer because I feel lasers in the back of my head. The interviewer death stares me and I just ignore her. I look over at Robert and he was staring at me with a dreamy look. My smile grows a bit wider and I look back at the little boy. “So whats your question?”

“What is your favorite season? Season 1 or 2?” The young boy asks.

“I would have to say season 2. I like that more than one because its easier to follow and I like how everyone is split up.” I answer.

“Thank you Y/n!! I love you!”

“Aww, I love you too!” I respond smiling even bigger (NOT LIKE THAT NO).

A few hours later I am in a hotel room that me and Robert share and me and Robert are cuddling. I am scrolling through Instagram, seeing a ship edit of me and Robert.

In the beginning of the video it shows the fan asking Robert if he has a girlfriend and him saying yes and the interviewer saying it was her. It cuts to a clip of me sighing and laughing to myself. The ship edit cuts to me and Robert staring at each other the whole comic con interview. I like it and show Robert.

“I guess they know now.” He says, smiling.

THANK YOU FOR READING!! REQUESTS ARE OPEN! JUST MESSAGE ME!!

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sotcher0jeax · 2 years

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hey sotcher, can i request some protective darren? maybe someone made reader uncomfortable and he goes off on them? 💚

This is my first request on Tumblr! Thank you so much for submitting it!! I really hope that you enjoy this fic!💖

(I accidentally made Darren so much more aggressive and the reader so much more soft/sensitive than I had planned to and I’m not sure whether or not that’s a good thing-)

Old Encounters

Pairing: Darren x GN!reader (use of the word “partner”, no pronouns used)

Type: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 1.2k

Proof Read: Not really

Tw: cursing, aggression, uncomfortably touched (reader)

You had agreed to meet Darren at the party that night. Nidge is throwing a big one again and you and Darren thought that it might be fun to go. You’re leaving your flat as your heart dances a little. It always does when you’re going to meet up with Darren, no matter the occasion.

You arrive at the club and hop out of the taxi after paying your fee to the driver. You walk down the metal stairs to get to the entrance. Darren had texted you earlier that evening to remind you that he’ll meet you at the bar at around 10 pm. You glance at your watch to see that it’s currently 9:55 pm. As you let the large door swing open, you are met by a loud blast of music coming from inside.

You walk into the club and try to shuffle your way through the dancing crowd in order to reach the bar. Through all the movement and noise, you suddenly feel yourself fall as you stumble on something. Before you even have a chance to process that you’re flying towards the ground, you are already back on your feet. You blink and look around hastily to see that someone has caught you before you had the chance to crash into the floor. They have their arms around your waist, preventing you from falling. You turn around to face them, about to thank them for their quick thinking, when your heart sinks. You recognise the person who caught you. It’s your ex-partner.

“Woah there, darling. Keep that up and you’ll end up getting hurt.”, they chuckle as they loosen their grip around your waist a little. You flash them a quick fake smile and reply with a silent “Yeah” before trying to wriggle yourself free. The memories you two have together aren’t very friendly ones. Your ex tended to harm you a lot, mentally as well as physically. You don’t want to be anywhere near them. Unfortunately, they have also recognised you.

As you continue to struggle in their grasp, you realise that they aren’t letting you go. In fact, they seen to be tightening their grip around you. A shiver shoots down your back as you begin to panic a little. You look up at your ex and you’re met with a malicious smile. This sets something off in you. You’re gut is yelling at you to get away from this creep. You start to push against their chest in an attempt to break free but their hold is just too strong. Tears of frustration and fear start to swell up in your eyes from this sudden enclosure. Their clasp only becomes stronger as you continue your struggle and you can feel your heart beginning to race. You just want to get out of here.

You begin to feel the adrenaline pumping through your body as you look around, desperately searching for help, but everybody seems to be too busy dancing to realise your distress. “How’ve yeh been keepin’, darling?”. Your focus snaps back to the creature in front of you. The way they say the word “darling”… it just sounds so… wrong. Your face morphs into a frown as you reply with: “Grand until you showed up.” Your ex-partner sniggers at this reply and takes your chin into their hand. They were way too close for comfort, but you were powerless against them. “Feisty, aye? Yeh must’ve been so lonely without me. I’ve been thinkin’: how ‘bout we have a do-over and try again? I could show yeh how to’ve a good time~” You let out a low whimper of disgust as a response. They seem to ignore this as they lean in closer. So many thoughts fly through your head causing you to panic even more. You don’t want this. You want to get away.

You close your eyes as you lean as far away from this person as you can. Suddenly, the cage around you disappears. You’re no longer trapped in their grasp. You open your eyes to see that your ex-partner is leaning to the opposite direction of you, their hands desperately trying to grasp at something at the back of their head. You hurriedly step away from your ex before moving to see what’s causing their state of discomfort. To your surprise, someone had aggressively grabbed your ex-partner’s hair and pulled it back, forcing them to let go of you. The person held a firm grip as your ex struggles and is trying to grasp at the person’s hand to try and break free, but to no avail.

You try to focus your sight onto the person’s face, your eyes widening as you see who it is. Darren. You look at his face and see almost a completely different person. He isn’t the Darren that you know. He isn’t the caring, loving Darren with nothing but kindness in his eyes each time he looks at you. No, right now he was visibly filled with rage and very clearly agitated. His aggression is visible from the way he planted his grip on your ex. You’re too stunned by the sight to do anything and just stare at the scene unraveling in front of you.

“Hey, mate. What the fuck do yeh think you’re doin’ to me partner, huh?” Darren’s overly friendly voice has a sinister sentiment to it. Your ex grunts in pain as a reply. Darren sharply pulls their hair, causing them to be forced closer to him. He leans closer to their face and threatens: “Touch my partner again and I swear to God I will fucking kill you.” The way he says those words gives you shivers and they aren’t even directed at you.

Your ex barely manages to nod their head and Darren roughly shoves them away from him, making them stumble. He’s by your side in a shot, his outstretched arms inviting you into his embrace. Without hesitation, you throw your arms around him and bury your face in his chest as he holds you close to him. He gently strokes the top of your head to soothe you.

Darren held you a while longer before holding you in front of him to look down at your face and asking: “Are you alright?” You look up at him for a moment before a soft “mhm” leaves your lips. Darren gently places a soft kiss on your forehead before hugging you again. “You’re okay now” he softly reassures you.

It was times like these that reminded you of just how grateful you were to have Darren in your life. He means everything to you. Just like you mean everything to him <3

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#love/hate #darren treacy #darren treacy x reader #request #darren x reader #darren x y/n #darren treacy x y/n #english #fanfic #angst #fluff #robert sheehan #sfw #I FINALLY FINISHED THIS #LET’S GOOOOO #not a fan of the ending tho :/

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angst-fairygodmother · 3 years

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Dreams (Oliver Sway x Reader)

A/N: I wasn’t going to write Ollie. In fact I was so sure, that I deleted this request after deciding that neither of the Nikolai prompts moved me. But luckily I had a screenshot, because I couldn’t stop thinking about the Ollie one. It was too perfect not to write. Word Count: 2036 Rating: G - I’m pretty sure this one is warningless, other than references to nightmares and references to The Song of Sway Lake.

Like many from the area, you had grown up hearing stories of the mighty Sways and their dominion over the lake. But you had never met one, almost believing them some story told just to increase the romantic draw of the area. Until the day Oliver and his friend stopped into your bookshop.

It was raining pretty heavily outside, the kind of days where locals stay home and tourists leave, driving out of town and off to museums and malls. The shop was empty, almost sleepy, and you were in the back fixing a cup of coffee to keep yourself from napping on the front desk when you heard the door chime. With a sigh, you put on your best customer service face and walked out.

“Hi, welcome to the Papermill,” you called before you had even fully circled the stacks. “I’m Y/N, I’ll be right with you.”

The two boys dripping on your welcome mat looked about your own age. One, tall with curly hair and blue button-up plastered to his skin, grinned at you, shamelessly looking you over. The other, long hair practically a matted mess, looked more sheepish, tugging at the ends of his shirtsleeves.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “We were just...out running errands for my grandmother and it started pouring. You were the closest place to duck into.”

“Oleg, you cannot tell a beautiful girl that,” his friend said, his accent shocking you. You were used to tourists, sure, but never one from...so far away. “You must pretend that it was she alone that called you in.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, raising a challenging eyebrow. “Do you also pretend she’s deaf?”

The Russian shrugged, still grinning.

Your eyes fell back to meet the other boy (Oleg, or Ollie, apparently), actually feeling drawn the way his friend said he should pretend to be, and your smile softened.

“I don’t mind being a refuge,” you said.

He looked startled, blue eyes widening.

“From the rain, I mean,” you rushed to clarify. “Actually, I think I’ve got a couple towels in the back, for emergencies. Let me grab them.”

You scurried back off, feeling flustered, before they could answer.

“You Americans, always so courteous,” the Russian said as you practically tossed an old, striped beach towel at him.

“Actually, I just don’t want you ruining my livelihood.”

You turned, holding out the other to Ollie, fingers brushing together as you passed it over, and he gave you a small smile.

“Once you don’t look like drowned rats, you’re free to look around,” you shrugged. “Or...there’s some chairs and stuff in the biography section if you want to just sit somewhere to wait things out.”

“Will you sit with us?” Ollie blurted out, surprising all three of you.

“Oh. Um…” you bit your lip. You wanted to, but you really should be working. Then again, there wasn’t likely to be any other customers. “Sure, I can do that, for a bit at least. Do y’all uh...coffee?” you gestured a thumb over your shoulder, as if that explained anything.

His friend glanced between you with a raised eyebrow and a devilish smirk before shaking his head and wandering off toward the back, where you didn’t feel like pointing out he’d mostly find children’s books.

Over the next hour, as the storm increased in intensity and rattled the windows, you found yourself falling into easy conversation with Ollie while Nikolai prowled the stacks. You suspected the odd Russian was up to something, but were surprised to find that you didn’t care as much as you probably should.

“You know,” you said eventually, shifting the way you were sitting with your knees tucked up under you, leaning closer to Ollie in the next chair, “I feel like I know you…”

“Well, it’s been a long time but my grandmother owns a place on the lake, and I sort of grew up here, it’s just been a while since I’ve been back,” he said reluctantly, as if he were somehow ashamed of his background.

“Oh!” you were surprised, expecting at most that he was a seasonal visitor. There hadn’t been that many other kids around growing up, so you started racking your brain for who he might be.

“Yes,” Nikolai piped in from somewhere in what you hazarded a guess was the science-fiction section. “Don’t you know? He is a Sway.” The pronouncement was made with the same level of gravitas and pomp as one might announce that someone was the king of Spain.

Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Like, your name is attached to the lake, Sway?”

Ollie was tugging uncomfortably at his sleeves again, like he was trying to disappear within his sweater. “It's no big deal.”

You studied him for a moment. He seemed somehow both proud and ashamed of his heritage, and uncomfortable talking about it. You already liked this boy a lot, more already than you cared to admit. So despite your questions, you shrugged.

“Cool,” you said casually, changing the subject back to music, where he seemed like he shined and you were content to sit back and just listen.

Before you knew it, you had whiled away the entire afternoon and the weather was finally letting up. You were reluctant to say goodbye to Oliver and found yourself impulsively giving him a hug before he left.

Since then, he had seemed to find any excuse he could to come back. Sometimes Nikolai would come too, but as much as you enjoyed the company of the wild Russian, you preferred the quiet days when it was just you and Ollie. He was sweet, and pretty hilarious once he came out of his shell (or maybe stopped being overshadowed by larger personalities?)

Until one day he came into the shop, looking sullen and lost.

“Ollie?” you asked, circling the counter, frowning. “Are you alright?”

He shook his head, and your frown only deepened. Bending back over the counter, standing on your toes to do so, you dug around for something. Finding it, you slapped the “Be back soon” sign on the desk and led him over to your usual chairs.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, leaning over to take his hands.

He stared, unblinking, at you and the silence was starting to unnerve you.

“Oliver?” you lifted one of your hands to wave in front of him. “Hello? You’re starting to scare me…”

That seemed to finally shake him out of the odd funk he was in and he blinked owlishly.

“Sorry, I just...I had a weird dream last night,” he said slowly.

You nodded, tilting your head curiously. In all your long conversations, his nightmares had come up a few times, and while they seemed more strange than sinister to you, you understood how much the loss of his father haunted him, sometimes it seemed quite literally. He confessed that he’d hoped that finding the record would quiet his father’s spirit, and that the longer he struggled to do so, the worse the dreams had been getting, to the point where there were nights he woke up more tired than he’d gone to bed. So you understood, to a degree, why he might look haggard, but this seemed different. You waited patiently for him to go on.

“It wasn’t about my dad this time,” he explained.

His eyes drifted down to your still joined hands, and your face heated guiltily.

“Sorry, I wasn’t...I just...I thought...I’ll…” you stammered, finding yourself at a total loss for how to explain why your instinct had been to comfort him with physical touch.

You moved to pull your hands back, thinking he was upset by the contact, but he curled his own around you to stop you. You made a small noise of confusion, but relaxed back into it.

“So, if it wasn’t about your dad, what was your dream about that has you so...off-kilter?”

“I was leaving the lake, alone, and then I kept seeing a face everywhere.”

“Like a creepy serial killer's face?”

He shook his head, hair swinging across his face as he moved, and you itched to reach out and comb it back.

“No, it was like I was trying to catch up to someone, or find them.”

“And did you? Or at least figure out who it was?”

He shifted nervously. “It was...you.”

“What?” your heart was racing, and you frowned, almost not believing what Ollie was saying.

“I dreamt about you last night, Y/N.” He seemed stunned, almost awed, as he said the words out loud, blue eyes wide and watching you for a reaction.

You felt rooted in your chair, mouth falling open in shock. Your eyes flickered over his face, so open and earnest that it almost hurt.

“Ollie…” you breathed, more because you felt like you needed to say something than because you had any clue what to say.

It would have been one hell of a pickup line, if it had been said by a stranger at a bar, or with the kind of cocky charm that Nikolai oozed, or in almost any context but this one. Now it felt intense and a little bit frightening, because you knew Ollie and you knew how much stock he placed in dreams and all the possible meanings of him telling you this were...a lot. But you didn’t necessarily want to pull away, and you certainly didn’t want to run. You just wanted your mind to process it all.

“I can’t remember the last time I had a good dream, and this one wasn’t great, because I was still alone and feeling like I was always a few seconds too late, but it wasn’t a nightmare, and I didn’t wake up in a cold sweat,” he carried on, trying to explain more, or rationalize, or something.

The sound of a bell disturbed your thoughts, as one of the old tourist bitties that had been slowly perusing tapped it repeatedly, demanding you return to work immediately to serve her.

“If you want, we’ve got some stuff about dream interpretation in the Spiritual section,” you suggested as you got up to return to work.

About halfway across the shop, you turned back to flash him a wink. “But I’ve got a pretty good guess what this one meant, without needing a guide.”

Intense and a little weird or not, you liked Ollie a lot. If he was really dreaming about you, or pretending he was, you’d play along, and maybe something would move forward, or at least a door would open so you could make a move.

He shot up from his chair and trailed you back to the counter. As soon as the lady was out of the way, a bag of rather scandalous romance novels in her arms, he leaned his elbows on the tall wooden surface, pretty far into your space. Normally such an action would have annoyed you, but strangely, because it was him, you didn’t mind so much.

“What does it mean then, Y/N?” he asked, a curious expression on his face, his eyes betraying a hint of teasing that you were pleasantly surprised to see.

You rolled your eyes, leaning your chin in your hand and tilting your head to look at him.

“Are you ever going to ask me out, Ollie?”

He rocked backwards, stunned by your bluntness after so long dancing around each other.

“Or are you going to keep waiting, find your treasure, and leave, regretting that you never shot your shot?”

“How about dinner then?” he asked hurriedly. “Tonight?”

You leaned closer, as if you were going to kiss him, and smiled at his sharp intake of breath. “Sounds perfect. But make sure Nikolai knows he’s not invited.”

“What? Why would you even--” he trailed off as you nodded your head to where the Russian was smirking at you both through the display window, flashing Ollie an approving gesture when he caught your gaze.

Ollie groaned, rolling his entire head dramatically, and you pressed your hand over your mouth to hold back a laugh.

“I’ll see you at seven, Sway,” you teased. “But for now, shoo, I’ve got more customers.”

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Taglist: @misskittysmagicportal (I doubt I’m going to write this character again, but let me know if you want to be tagged if I do)

#everyone else: I write for these Robert Sheehan characters #me: I write for...their best friends?#(this is not a dig at anyone but myself. For constantly falling into a predictable pattern of behavior like I don't expect it)#I should write an Alfie x Reader fic (since I sure as heck aint writing Malachy) and just round it out #fuck. I said it. Now it’s gonna happen...#anyway...enjoy!#Oliver Sway x Reader #Song of Sway Lake fic #fluff

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bubblyani · 4 years

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New Resolution

(Klaus Hargreeves x Reader)

A Klaus Hargreeves One Shot (Season 2)

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: Few minutes before New Year’s Eve of 1962, Klaus Hargreeves finds haven in your company in the most unconventional manner.

Author’s Note: Ever since I watched Season 2 of TUA, I was aching to write something for Klaus. Thankfully I was blessed with a fun idea before the end of the year. Final fic for this year. Hope y’all enjoy! Happy New Year!

Palpable excitement of the Dallas night sky greeted you with fervor, which could only be empathized by any love struck soul, waiting for one’s significant other on a romantic rendezvous. Exiting the restaurant, you glanced upon your enthusiastic greeter with a silent apology for your delay, masked with a warm smile.

“Again?”

Your teeth sank into your lower lip upon hearing that query. And your suspicions were proven correct, the moment you turned back to catch the sight of your friend, leaning against the door with raised eyebrows. You chuckled. For it seemed that, even in the midst of the music that was played out loud, or the sharp moves of the twist performed in syncopation by alcohol fueled occupants indoors, your friend managed to notice your absence from the booth table. You were not surprised, but simply impressed by his consistency all these years.

“Yep…” you replied, smiling “See you next year”

With a small wave, you proceeded to walk, unaware of your friend shaking his head with a smile before returning to the diner.

Rhythmic clicks of your winter boots accompanied your ears whilst you kept walking on the street pavement. Passerby’s grew less the further you walked, and it was all in your favor. It did not seem shocking, with most folk congregating in Diners, Bars, Discos or the comfort of their homes. Thus, the street was almost deserted. Christmas flavor continued to linger in some storefronts, while others have completely stripped themselves from it. Cold air left your painted red lips as you finally halted in front of a bare tree. Though its leaves have forsaken it, bright, electric lights seemed to have kept it company, illuminating and providing it with a sense of spectacle that never would be experienced in any other time of the year. You smiled to yourself. This was indeed the perfect spot.

With few minutes to midnight, you were prepared, to indulge in the Fireworks and welcome the New Year in style: Your personal tradition.

Your body swayed from side to side, fighting the chill whilst your gloved hands dug into the coat pockets. You did not regret choosing this over the warmth of indoors. With no family nearby, you preferred this. Besides, annually welcoming the new year in solitude proved to be helpful in concealing a particular form of cowardice; the one you longed to eliminate. You pressed your lips upon the mere thought of it. Perhaps it could be your New Resolution. Overcoming that cowardice at last-

You paused, intruding your own pondering, by the mere sight far ahead of you. A lone figure in the form of a tall, thin man appeared in your eye line, running from afar. With a bottle in hand, he was frantic, while a clamor of voices followed him, seemingly causing him enough stress to toss the bottle aside to shatter. Unmoved, you noticed his long wavy brunette locks that bounced on his shoulders, and his skinny frame moving with ease in an eccentric winter coat and noticeably tight pants.Your eyebrows furrowed, for you could not help but wonder: Who was he? And why on earth did he point at you all the sudden?

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As fast as his long limbs could carry him, Klaus Hargreeves bolted. And as he did, he longed to maintain balance over the surface of the street, which still seemed to retain the taste of snow. It was challenging, especially once he doused himself with a swig of rum a few minutes earlier. The moment he found a narrow alleyway, he was full of relief.

“You know, hiding here isn’t gonna help you” The ghost of Ben Hargreeves began, leaning against the brick wall with his arms folded, watching his brother recover his breath. Rolling his eyes, Klaus scoffed:  “Yeah, like you have any better ideas”

“Yeah, like telling them the truth…”

“Oh, if only it was so easy now…” Klaus replied, sarcasm rife in his tone. Ben could only shake his head with a sigh. Watching his reckless brother take another sip from the bottle, it was evident that there really was no winning with him. Except, Klaus spat his drink right then. The moment the voices grew louder:

“Prophet! PROPHET!”   “Shit!” Klaus hissed, cradling his bottle with alarm. The voices certainly were fast approaching. Was an escape possible? Prior to Ben’s consultation, Number 4 tip toed out in to the street.   “There he is!!”  Only to be spotted by one frantic devotee, standing a few feet away. One excited enough to turn back and call for the rest of his group: Destiny’s Children.

Klaus made a run for it, finding himself quick on his feet, making a right turn to another street. A seemingly dim and quiet one. His speed required consistency, as his followers were young and energetic. They may be far away, yet could running be the only option ?

“Shit shit shit!” Curses were in abundance as Klaus kept running. Glancing upon the Bottle of Rum still in his brother’s hand, Ben was nothing short of annoyed whilst he ran alongside him:

“WHY ARE YOU BRINGING THE DAMN BOTTLE??”

“If I’m gonna run a marathon, I need my fuel, OKAY??”

Speed was in dire need of increasing the moment both men looked back to find the passionate group coming in strong, possibly will be entering the same street. Thus, forcing Klaus to toss his bottle away with frustration.

“So, where are we headed?”

With Ben’s query echoing within, Klaus’ eyes darted towards the brightest spot on the street: a bare tree decorated with many a light bulbs, the closed up shop right behind, and the young woman standing beside it, staring at him with a puzzled expression. His eyes widened.

“Wait…” he said panting, “I got an idea…” before speeding up further. Except this time, he ran towards the rather beautiful woman.

“Klaus…” Ben’s concerned voice followed him, “What are you doing?” He inquired quick as he watched his brother leap before the woman with a smile. “Hey!” Klaus breathed, grabbing her hand within seconds. To her shock. “Uh-Wait!” She responded, “Wha-” Pulling her over to the closed storefront, Klaus simply could not waste any time providing answers. “Mister…” he heard her attempt, gasping the moment she was spun around, in order for him to bump against the store door with a thud. Pulling her to him with intensity, her coat strategically blocked the view to Klaus’ relief. “What are yo-” Her repeated attempt seemed moot, when Klaus unveiled the final surprise, by kissing her on the lips.

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The spectacle of Fireworks, that was all that you longed to see at the stroke of midnight. But instead, life decides to throw in a stranger before you, just so he could pull you to a corner, just so he could kiss you.

Forcing you to face the sole fear you cowered from.

It was accepted. It was admitted. You were never the biggest enthusiast in taking these so-called risky moves. Your friends were well aware. Thus, it was no surprise when you found yourself being constantly encouraged to take that extra step, to let loose as all might say. And in truth, you shared their sentiments. Bravery and breakthrough was what you longed for. However, never did you realize they would be tested out of your control.

Your utmost surprise was evident in your wide eyes, and numb lips. Barely engaged, his lips remained glued against yours at length. And given his eyes were scanning the road, you were convinced it simply was his cover. Especially when your ears were reunited with the sounds of the clamoring crowd with volume, only to disappear into the distance within a mere few seconds. This was a cover, you were ever more certain when the man pulled his lips away from yours soon after with a casual sigh of relief:

“Phew! Looks like the coast is clear…” you heard him chuckle. The manner in which his grip on you loosened, it was clear he was attempting to take a peek at the now-empty street. Yet, you dared not respond. Not when the shock was still rife in you. Unmoved, you merely stood there. And this attitude caught his attention, as his eyes caught yours with concern.

“Hey…” he breathed soft, “You okay-”

He paused, as soon as your fingers landed on his lips. For finally, a sense of control caught up with you. And a deep breath managed to provide you with a sense of clarity. Did life offer to slow down time for a split second? Or perhaps it could be the most awkward silence you would ever experience. Nevertheless, you did not care.   For at last, you were capable of appreciating his beautiful emerald orbs that stared at you. For at last, you recalled his sweet tone of a voice that seemed to linger in your ears in remnants, even after long passed. For at last, your fingers managed to savor the softness of his lips that your own ones did not sense.

That was the moment you wondered: Was this seemingly handsome stranger put in your path, for a New Year miracle? Given you did not spontaneously combust by the brush of his lips, it was evident he intended no harm. In fact, he was far from harmful. Easy on the eyes, to be perfectly frank. The mere thought almost caused blushes. Thus, the question within you arose: were you willing to release this opportunity by the hand, or grab it by the belt and overcome this fear taken in the form of this nice surprise? Exhaling deep, you moved your fingers away.   “What?” The man muttered puzzled, “ What’s going o-”

You shushed him this time, by pulling him by the neck, and clashing your lips against his instead. You had certainly chosen the latter.   Even if this stranger will not reciprocate, memorable was all you hoped this kiss would be. With your eyes closed, you kissed him with focus, you kissed with intention. Bravery would be proud of you tonight already. You were satisfied.

However, to your surprise, the weight of his lips fell back over to you when he held you by the waist and kissed you right back, with a bang. A bang that permitted butterflies to simply apparate in your stomach.

Excitement finally coursed through your bloodstream as it seemed. Especially when both pairs of lips were in mutual decision, resolving their differences and move together. The lips were empathizing two reluctant dance partners finally giving in, only to discover their body frames fitting in with perfection, and to realize the chemistry was far superior than expected. The lips were certainly keen empathizers. It was unfathomable of how his lips fit in with yours with such effortlessness, for they were the type you always dreamed of. Kissing with fervor, you tasted alcohol that seemed to have lingered in his mouth. Rum, perhaps? But in truth, Rum was nowhere powerful to the taste his own lips exuded. For he was the definition of eccentric. With coincidental motion, both tongues seemed to have made their entrances simultaneously, causing moans to enter each others mouths. Moans that were shameless but raw, while the tongues crashed. The passion was of a wonderful mixture of adolescent and adult frustration, finally being satisfied. Especially when the tongues eventually picked up their pace, to simply embrace and deepen the kiss even further.

Passion joined excitement in your bloodstream soon after, for hands found themselves to be quite useful during. While your lips kept themselves occupied, your fingers found haven in his head. Making a start from his roots, your keen fingers moved down to the ends of his luscious wavy locks in slow motion. The manner in which they tangled in your fingers brought joy, permitting you to indulge in the brunette softness.

His hands were useful as well, except his were far more daring. And you did not seem surprised. His lovely hands slithered in through your coat, only to trace the softness of your dress. The daredevil came into fruition when his long fingers proceeded to your back, tracing the lining of your bra with curiosity. Loss of balance was a blessing when you found yourself pressed against him in eventuality. The countdown may have begun, but it did not distract this. Distant cries of greeters, announcing the arrival of the New Year may have reached your ears, yet you were not interested. Even the sudden burst of the commencement of Fireworks did not frighten you, for it only morphed into the reflection of the magic that took place between you, and this handsome stranger you have locked lips with. The magic so strong, you were urged to moan louder.  

“Oh crap!”

 Until he pushed you away by the shoulders with force.

“W-what?” You slurred mindlessly and with impatience, “Oh my-”

Only to suppress your giggles, the moment your eyes caught him hiding the erection that was suddenly visible through his super tight pants.

Never did you imagine these pairs of lips would conclude their passionate encounter with embarrassed laughter.

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As the years before, Dallas did not disappoint with the Fireworks filling up the night sky. Bright, colorful sparks reflected on your beaming face, as you watched the spectacle sitting on the pavement. With more people out on the street, it seemed difficult to imagine it was a dim, quiet area right before. 

“Oh! You didn’t leave”

His voice made you turn to him. Fixing his hair, the handsome stranger finally appeared out of the store entrance, “…thought my little friend scared you off…” he added with a cheeky tone. To which you chuckled upon realization:   “Well…” you smirked, “…your little friend gave quite the big impression…” you said with suggestive eyebrows indicating his pants, causing him to laugh “Sorry…” you chuckled once more, averting your eyes with embarrassment, “that was a bad joke…” you excused, your gaze darting towards the sky, “I was just watching the Fireworks…”

Seemingly, your joke did not push him away. Instead he sat right beside you.

“I’m Klaus, by the way” he said, making you face him once more. Offering your own name in kind, you smiled. Given the circumstances, it did not hurt to know his name. In fact, it seemed rewarding, for you did not regret kissing him.

You heard Klaus sigh a few seconds later. “Another year…gone…” you heard him say. “Yep…” You nodded, “…crazy how time flies, huh?” Stretching his long arms up high, Klaus yawned, “Yeah, with all the crazy I’ve seen, I can vouch for that” he said. You sensed the depth of many reasons hidden in those words he uttered. Curiosity grew in you even further. “Speaking of crazy…” you began, turning to him, “What the hell did those people want from you?” You inquired, keeping your hands locked between your thighs, “Do they hate you or somethin’?”

“Oh…” Klaus smiled, “The opposite, actually” he said, as he rubbed his chin. Out of impulse, you surprised him when you grabbed his hand, for you were all the sudden doused with familiarity.

“Wait…” you said, eyes widening while looking at his palm, “….a-are you…” looking at him, you released his hand, “…that cult leader?”

“It’s not a cult”

Laughing in disbelief, you pointed at him with certainty, “So you are the leader, aren’t ya?”

Nodding, Klaus did not seemed overly pleased. Though meeting a celebrated Cult Leader seemed unexpected and exciting for you, it was evident the mere mention of that had exhausted him.

“It was such a stupid mistake…” He muttered, covering his face soon after with a groan, “THAT’S IT!” He exclaimed, taking his hands away, “From this year onwards…no more lying…and no more cults”

Sniggering was inevitable, yet you were not cold hearted, “We ain’t human if we make no mistakes…” which successfully brought a soft chuckle from him.

“What about your…New Year Resolution?” Looking at you, Klaus threw in the query with some sass. That very moment, was when you came to a wonderful realization.

“Kissing a Stranger…” you replied with pride, “…which YOU already made happen…” “Oh!…” he replied with mischief, “Well you can check that off the list…” “I can…” you chuckled, “…and it was…perfec-”

Pausing, you caught his gaze once again. Those emerald eyes of his did not cease to amaze you, especially with the festive fireworks illuminating them with no bounds. He was magic, he was spice. The sight of his facial hair, was a sweet reminder of their playful caresses on your face, whilst his lips held onto yours with hunger few minutes earlier. With every second past, you were certain his inner magnet was drawing you in. However, unrequited emotions never were rewarded. This year was not the year for further mistakes.

“Anyways…” you began, finally standing up, “It was lovely to meet you, Klaus” you smiled with genuine gratitude, “…and it was lovelier to kiss you” biting your lower lip, you chuckled, as hint of blushes crept over to your cheeks, “Happy New Year”

Turning around, bravery entered your lungs when you began to walk.

“Wait!”

Klaus’ voice caused you to spin round right back to him with surprise. For it was highly unexpected. Clearing his throat, Klaus stood before you, adorning a demeanor deemed shy.

“You wanna …maybe take a walk or something?” He inquired, “Maybe…” adding a chuckle, he continued, “…protect me from my followers again?”

Sense of excitement enveloped by warmth trickled down your heart. The new year indeed was promising from the very start. With your hands behind your back, you threw in a playful look with a smile:

“Where do you wanna go?”

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Fluff Alphabet ⎯ K. Hargreeves

Character/Celeb: Klaus Hargreeves Fandom: The Umbrella Academy MASTERLIST Request from anon: Can you do a Klaus fluff alphabet? 👀

A/N I love this cutie so much----

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Klaus loves how supportive you are, he’s been forced into isolation for a lot of his life so it means a lot that you care no matter what.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

I don’t think Klaus would be overly interested in having kids for many reasons. One of them being that he’s worried the baby will inherit some form of his powers and he wouldn’t wish his powers on even his worst enemy.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Klaus is like a big baby, he wants to be held and close to you. A lot of the time, he’s lounging on you like a house cat, he’ll lay his stomach across your legs, lay his head on your lap. And if you’re laying down, Klaus will lay on top of you.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Very sporadic and impromptu, to be honest. Sometimes he’s just like “Wanna go out?” and then you’re being dragged to typically a nightclub. A lot of the times they’re simple movie night with popcorn.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

“You are my savior.”

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

He wasn’t sure what he was feeling, but he knew he liked the feeling of loving you. But when Klaus finally realized for sure that he loved you, it was during one of your long rants as he just watched you with his head resting on his hands all dazy eyed.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Klaus handles you with care. His hugs are secure but soft, he kisses you deeply but warmly, when you do anything ;) he’s so sweet and loving.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

He much prefers to be hugging you but whenever y’all are up to no good, Klaus likes to tangle your fingers together.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

When he first saw you, Klaus was intrigued as to who you were and why you weren’t fawning over him much like many others have.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Most of the time no, but he acts like a little kid in my opinion. He will likely sulk and roll his eyes while arguing with Ben about talking to you.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Klaus definitely kissed you first, he thought nothing of it, a peck on the cheek doesn’t count? Right?

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

You say it at the same time.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

When you tried to teach Klaus how to make no-bake cookies and he made it wrong so the cookies didn’t set right :(

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Klaus spoils you with love <3

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Any warm color.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Darling, hun, a nickname based of your name.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

He likes live music, but really anything that drowns out the spirits.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Klaus honestly loves playing in the rain and running around, jumping in puddles.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Music really helps him and so does talking to anyone as a way to distract himself from the spirits.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Really anything, Klaus is the type to do the “Just hit a blunt...” thoughts,,, even when he’s not high. He also really likes arguing about random bullshit and will DIE ON THAT HILL!!

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Taking baths with music in the background.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

His sobriety and friends.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

He’d definitely pull out a ring and be like “Wanna elope?”

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Fake Happy - Paramore + She - Harry Styles

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Honestly? Not really, he’s never been on to commit to someone so it hasn’t really crossed his mind.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

I think anything fluffy, but coming to mind would be a maine coon or mini-lop rabbit! He’d name it after something silly like a drug, ex: MJ (Mary Jane), Chrissy (chrystal meth EJWNFIGN)

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All You’ve Got Is Gold Part 1

FandomAU!: Billy Delaney/Cormac McNamara x Female OC

Warnings: Slight NSFW, mostly steamy fluff. Guys this ended up being long as fuck. And it’s really only chapter one. Or Part 1.

Jeanie leaned over the bar at Ewan's to pour herself another whiskey, ignoring the bartender as he chastised her. "C'mon lass, don't the wee ones file in to the grounds tomorrow?"

"Wee?" she gulped around her swallow. "Ewan, they're pubescent. You know me though, I like to have a bit of a glow every new semester. That way the parents think I'm truly invested in the well-being of the brats." Jean waved her glass around in the air. "Ok, not brats. Most of them are well-behaved and genuinely interested in learning. Not like the little bastards in America. I'd have 40 to a classroom back there. Saint Fergus barely has 40 students in the entire school."

Ewan took it as a sign and gave her a generous pour one more time, "Heard you cannae keep any professors for the pay. But your husband-"

"EX. As of last spring," Jean corrected.

"EX-husband found some new blood in a few of his University students."

"Aye," Jeanie imitated the Scottish brogue with perfection. "They're all in the corner over there with Dr Purves now."

She had half a decade to assimilate to the culture of the small, boring town just outside of Aberdeen where she followed Gordon and married him without any family or a job. He became head of the Physics and STEM department at the University of Aberdeen, working on projects and female students alike. Jeanie, having abandoned her Master's in Education, was really only qualified to student-teach at a local boarding school. Before long, lack of interest and the economy drove the numbers down to four or five dozen and a position of Headmistress open. At least it was a place to live and an existence that kept her mind off everything else.

"I would say don't look now, because here comes one of his students, but my darling who can keep their eyes off him." Ewan pointed behind his friend with damn near literal hearts in his eyes.

Jeanie glanced over her shoulder as a young man, early 20s? She couldn't tell. But he approached her at the bar. Her first glance became a double, and nearly a stare. Embarrassed, she whipped her head around quickly and blushed in Ewan's general direction. "Sweet Virgin Mary," she exhaled under her breath.

"I normally go by Delaney, but I suppose in certain company Mary will do," a soft Irish lilt.

Jean slow blinked as the bartender broke into a cheshire grin. She took a deep breath and turned towards the man now beside her and held out her hand. Blood pulsing in her ears because.. he was stunning. "Brave of a Celt to set foot in the land of Picts. Even braver for him to be in the presence of the biggest asshole in all of Scotland."

"Well from what I've heard she's more of an Ice Queen than an asshole," he squinted before smiling brightly. Green eyes sparkling in the low light of the bar. "Your.. partner put me up to it anyways. You know, say the bit about the ice. Sorry," he blushed but still held on to her hand firmly. "I've heard you're rather pleasant from the others. Just aloof as it were"

"EX!" Ewan and Jean exclaimed together, and the young man blinked responsively. "No sorries. Cold-hearted bitch is what some of the 6th years call me when I confiscate their illegals. Headmistress Jean Turner, but the two friends I have call me Jeanie. Drink?"

"Just one? I'll take 5. I have to catch up with the others." He hooked a thumb at the group of obnoxious men groping the female students who hung off of them as if they were celebrities. Taking what he was offered, chugging it quickly and shuddering. "Billy. Delaney it is. Well occasionally."

Jeanie and Ewan watched as he basically pounded every shot placed in front of them. Squinting off and on, as if he was trying to adjust to the ambiance. "Is it hot? It's hot in here. God I hate people. Those people. I will never fit in with the misogynists and knobs who prefer rugby and football to actually learning about the world." He pulled at the collar of his sweater before taking it off and draping it over Jeanie's chair. He wore a striped tee shirt underneath "Sorry. Sorry. I've got my nose in tech and books and maths algorithms most days. I forget how to socialize, so I really just want to blend in with the norms."

"You.. are.. fit." Ewan sputtered.

Billy snapped back to attention, his mind having drifted off to the same group Jeanie's eyes kept staring at. "What?"

"He's saying you are fucking fit, mate" Jeanie gaped.

"My body? I'm not really certain about that. I'm rather spindly wouldn't you say?” he shrugged while his cheeks flushed profusely. "My arms? Is it my arms? I swim. Clears my head from all the clutter." He was rambling now.

Jeanie and Ewan started laughing. "Relax! we're taking the piss, love. Your every move is being scrutinized. Now why abouts did Dr Purves send you over here? Surely he has fucking with me on his mind. Not unusual, humiliation has always been the name of the game."

Billy made a gesture that resembled adjusting non-existent glasses. He immediately dropped his hand and pulled a tenner out of his pocket. "To melt the ice, Gordon said. He gave me ten quid to hit on you."

"One of his students. What a lovely parting gift. I guess you're worth the loss of the house and the car," Jeanie stood back slightly to properly size him up.

Billy bit the entirety of his bottom lip, furrowing his brows, "I reckon you're worth more than a tenner to sleep with."

Jeanie blinked a few times, head tilted to the side to make sure she heard correctly. "SEX?!" she laughed, unable to help herself. "I don't exactly know what all of this," she waved her hand down his body, "would be doing even in the vicinity of sleeping with this," pointing to her own.

Confusion came over his face, "Am I supposed to be.. Is there something wrong with you that I don't notice? I, I can be kind of oblivious to loads. I think, really, Gordon goaded me into coming over here for my benefit as much as his amusement. I don't have too much experience, but you seem quite lovely you know. Your hair is," brows furrowed again but in thought, "Nicely red in this lighting. Reminds me of my friend from Ireland. Hannah."

Jeanie pinched the bridge of her nose as Ewan audibly guffawed from beside her. "Saints preserve us," the Scotsman said between gasps for air. "Donnae if you are taking the piss now, bloke, or are you really this bad at pulling birds."

Billy grimaced, the entirety of his face beet red. "Honestly, I never make it this far. I guess they usually pull me and I let them?" He started to fan his face, "seriously,,how fucking hot do you keep this pub?" His forehead bent forward to rest on the metal and wood counter of the bar.

Ewan covered his mouth and ruffled the curly head in front of him. "What a wee babby, Dr Purves sent into the lion's den. You just drank half a bottle of my best whiskey and mortified yourself in front of my favorite woman in this whole country. Maybe you ought to drink some water and have a sit for a few. We'll give you something to take to the bell-end in the back."

Jeanie and Ewan's eyes met, and she bit back a smile before leaning over to wrap an arm around her husband's latest protege. "Oh Ewan, I don't think it should be only a story. Why not give the evil genius a bit of a show. Right now he can see Mr Delaney is headed towards a spectacular crash. Im embarrassed. Mr Delaney's embarrassed. You're without very expensive whiskey. Gordon will never let anyone live this down for the semester."

She put her mouth near Billy's ear, "Ten quid is worth SOMETHING. Don't you think? Just look at me." He obliged quicker than she expected. Emerald eyes gazed upwards at her while the heart banged wildly in her chest. "What comes next?"

"I reckon I ought to put my arm on your waist. Right?" his voice now low in her ear and a hand slipped around her hips to draw her as close as possible.

No further guidance was needed as the liquid courage kicked in. Billy stood up and took Jeanie's face in his large hands before he drew her into a rather passionate kiss. Hers instinctively buried in his hair, their tongues dancing as the thought he hustled her entered the back of her mind. How was it that just a few minutes ago he looked ready to vomit at the thought of trying to come on to anyone, not just her. Now he was kissing her like they were Hugh Grant and Julia Roberts. Jeanie’s back slightly arched as Billy dominated her personal space with his height, a hand dangerously on the curve of her backside.

Ewan held his own face, eyebrows lost in his bangs as he watched the two of them go at it for well, he lost time. Glancing up he noticed just about everyone else in the pub was watching too. Gordon positively green with envy and turning purple with anger. Ewan saw him lean to a colleague and mouth, "That wasn't the fucking deal."

"Job done you two," he cleared his throat and practically shouted to break them up.

Jeanie's mouth was cold as it kissed the air. Billy had stumbled backwards a bit, mouth turned down ever slightly in a whoops motion. He walked, swayed really and floated by every single patron, including the group of men he came in with earlier. Fingers pulled at his bottom lip before he passed a devilish grin over his shoulder in Gordon's direction.

Jeanie and Ewan gobsmacked, but pleasantly amused, looked at one another. Mischief in their eyes as Jeanie noticed Billy's sweater draped over the bar. "Mr Balderston, I think I have a grad student to visit this week. It seems Mr Delaney might need his sweater because the Scottish nights get awfully cold."

Orientation came and went, and the students seemed to settle in quicker than normal. Quite possibly because this was the lowest attendance in the school’s 150 year history. They had been in danger of shut down, but Jeanie was informed that first Monday by the Board of Directors that an anonymous group of donors had decided, against their wishes, to purchase the school. Even if no students came back the following school year, or they were down to only 15 or 10 or 5, Saint Fergus would remain open for unknown reasons.

To say she was relieved was an understatement for Jeanie. Much needed repairs were being made, and someone had come to put together a state of the art security system. Which really confused the faculty and dwindling staff. Who would steal anything from this junk heap? Even their books were falling apart. Except they weren’t.

By the end of the first week, the girls in their dormitories and in the hallways were abuzz with brand new Literature and Maths books. They were suddenly interested in Oscar Wilde and Pythagoras. Jeanie watched as three 4th years sat in the windowsill and audibly cracked open their copies of “The Happy Prince,” stars in their eyes.

“Have you ever seen anyone as good looking as Dr McNamara? Honestly, I don’t know how I’ll pay attention to anything else but that voice,” she held her book against her chest.

“Oh c’mon Siobhan. It’s all about the eyes. I don’t think I’ve seen anything like them. Proper green. If he sticks around, I’ll tell Daddy to talk to all of his barrister friends. Get them to enroll their kids here next year.”

The third girl was clearly in a daydream out the window, “All I heard today was blah blah blah ‘important in oratory history of Ireland’ blah blah. Lemme tell you, he can give me an oral exam any day.”

Jeanie cleared her throat and the students jumped nearly a mile high. “It would do you girls a kindness not to sexually harass our newest teacher at Saint Fergus.” The smallest hint of a smile on her lips. “Honestly, how is it that I'm headmistress here and have no bloody clue who this mysterious Dr McNamara is?”

“Well rumor has it, Miss, that he bought the school. Dr Purves hired him for a project at the uni, and he asked to be right in the thick of the school.” Siobhan shrugged.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh he’s installing the security system and having a new science laboratory built,” the daydreaming girl chimed in.

“I thought it was a grad student that was teaching here this semester? Have any of you heard the name Billy Delaney? I’ve been looking for him the last week or so, but I can't find him in Aberdeen housing. I’d like to return his sweater.” Jeanie’s face flushed pink, and the girls all cast a knowing grin in her direction.

“Has Miss got a crush herself?” Siobhan teased. “There’s no student teachers this year, but did you say Billy Delaney?”

“Yes. Does that name sound familiar to you too?”

The girls stood and handed Jeanie paperback books one by one. A stack of them, young adult novels that had grown incredibly popular the last few years. A stone wall with a glowing green and gold light graced the cover. “A Green Pool of Light: Emerald City to Oz Book 1” blazed across the top in that standard stereotyped font that represented all things Irish. The daydreaming girl, Aila Jeanie would come to find out, opened her copy and ran a finger down the page. “Yeah, he’s like a gender bent Hermione in these books.”

Jeanie frowned and flipped through the pages. The girls all started to laugh, not mean-hearted but in the way kids do at adults when they become lost in the world of anyone under 20. “That’s Dr McNamara, Miss Turner, and he’s living in the Boys Dorms.”

Jeanie blinked a few times, too many times in disbelief. The girls dissolved into hysterics and headed off to their next set of classes. Things maybe just got a bit easier but harder at the same time.

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Jeanie stared incredulously at herself in the mirror. When exactly was the last time she showed up to any man’s room wearing only a coat and her underwear? Or well, a sweater in this case. She waited until the school was dark and quiet, she couldn’t risk one of the students seeing her dressed this way. On her way to do a dance of seduction. No, that’s humiliating. This was all humiliating.

What in the hell am I even doing? She thought. But it was too late, her legs carried her into the halls and across the floors and up into the West Wing where the boys slept. Tip-toeing quick and stealthy to the only source of light on this side of the school.

Jeanie took a deep breath and knocked on the open door. His back was to her, sitting with one foot up on the chair, a knee drawn up to his chest in the most awkward of positions. His dark head was bent over an abundance of little digital boxes spread across a desk that he tinkered with under a magnifying glass. Several computers and laptops spread around the room running codes attached to various projects simultaneously. Lost in his work, he ignored her.

Sighing heavily, Jeanie knocked louder this time. She raised one hand up the door frame, leaning in the most tempting pose she could muster at 11pm on a Thursday. His head popped up, and he only glanced over his shoulder in her direction before going back to his work.

“Well took ye long enough to find me, Miss Turner. Wanna see what I’ve put together for the school?” he queried without paying any attention to her attire.

Jeanie felt the bile rise in her throat. How in the hell was she ever going to feel better about herself when this man wouldn’t even acknowledge her? Was it too late to just slip back down in the shadows and melt away like she never existed? Still she took a breath and made her way to the desk and stopped directly behind him. She bent forward over his shoulder, her hair brushed against his face and neck. There was a nearly inaudible hitch in his breathing as she picked up one of the boxes. Did she make him nervous? Good, she thought and chewed her lip to prevent a smirk sneaking through.

“Well Mr Delaney. Or is it McNamara?” She studied the box carefully and poked at it with her nail.

“Doctor” he interjected huskily. He was nervous. “I’ve got a PhD,” he corrected.

“Are you even old enough for a doctorate?!” she retorted.

“I’m 24, thank you very much. I suppose that’s quite young to have several PhDs, but I don’t really keep track. If it makes you feel better, I'm also a chef. Cooking is just science after all,” he said almost dismissively. “Oh, That is L.I.S.A. you’re holding. Large-scale Interface Security Application.”

Jeanie snorted; she couldn't help it. “Do you mean an alarm system?”

“No it’s a specified security application that only I know how to program and,” he caught himself. “Yes. It’s an alarm system.” He rolled his eyes and gently took the machine back from her and placed it amongst the others.

“If you're working with Gordon on some kind of secret project, why are you teaching Literature?” Jeanie launched into everything without really meaning to. “You know Dr Delaney or whoever the hell you are, several of the girls brought to my attention that there’s a character in those young adult novels written by Hannah O'Flaherty. “A Pool of Green Light?” They are quite popular with our 1st-4th years. You're Billy Delaney aren't you? That’s why you gave that name in the pub the other night instead of your real name. That being Cormac McNamara, am I correct?” She placed her hands on hips hidden in the mass of wool and cable knit.

"Delaney is part of my last name. Hyphenated.” once again correcting the headmistress.

"Don't see much of that in men"

"Well it and my brain are about all my parents left me,” he moved to face his chair towards Jeanie and abandon his project.

"Well I bet they're proud of you, Cormac. Or Billy. Whatever.” she waved her hand dismissively. “You lot discovered.. what's it called?"

"Dimensional Dark Matter Transport with the possibility of Inter and Temporal"

"I mean, Portals. Or to put it in tv nerd terms: Beam me up Scotty"

"Precisely!” Cormac exclaimed and stood up excitedly. “And your ex-boyfriend-"

"Husband"

“Yes, husband. Well couldn't have been good at it if he's your ex.” He bit a finger absently, staring off towards the ceiling. Then snapped back to attention quickly, “Well he wants to find a way to make it.. Portable. Not just in plotted locations around the globe. And my business partners, em Hannah and Brett if you will, would like it privatized. Dr Purves, he wants the highest bidder."

"Military?” Jeanie blanched at the thought. Then her voice drifted off, “So the books ARE real.. You three are real. Hannah hid the stories in plain sight for the entire world to discover" And for the first time, she noticed a framed photo on the vast desk. A trio of happy young people: red-headed girl, pretty with large blue eyes. A floppy haired, tan surfer type. And a tall, lanky boy with oval glasses and severely parted hair starting to curl. Jeanie took the frame and traced her fingertip along the glass. “Sarah, Zack and Billy. This is like finding out Harry, Ron and Hermione are living, breathing people. And here you are, in my school.”

"I could show you if you want but.. Miss Turner, why are you only in a sweater?" Cormac stepped back and lifted his glasses and put them back down. He took them off hurriedly as if he was embarrassed to be wearing them. Turning once more to face her "Is.. Is that MY sweater? You're only in. Jeanie, Where are your pants?"

"Well I planned on seducing you Mr.."

"Doctor" -

Jeanie sighed as if she had been defeated, "DOCTOR Delaney-McNamara"

"Well Ive mucked that up I suppose,” a deep crimson set across his ears.

" I mean you can have your sweater back,” Jeanie arched an eyebrow seductively. Pulling the sweater over her head to reveal only a pair of her nicest black panties and bra underneath. Nothing else.

"Thank you it's quite my favorite-" Cormac’s eyes widened when he noticed the headmistress in front of him wearing nothing but lingerie. He squinted briefly while scratching his head. “Oh.. Jeanie. That’s..” his voice drifted off lost in shock.

Ignoring the embarrassment growing in her chest, Jeanie crossed her arms over her chest. “Why in the hell did you take your glasses off?”

“Oh, em.. Hannah always tells me I’m far more attractive without them.” he shrugged.

“Just like how Clark Kent is only slightly, by a molecule,” Jeanie pinched her fingers together, “less sexy than Superman with his glasses"

"But his glasses are fake,” Cormac ignored the obvious joke. “Right now I can just see shapes. Lovely, curved shapes! but only shapes." waving a hand in her general direction again.

Jeanie sat down on his bed without the sweater, to protect her now she just decided to go with her original plan. She crossed her long legs and leaned back with one hand back on the mattress. "Ok give us a look with the glasses on, Delaney.. Mcnamara?" This was frustrating.

"No, I reckon I'll have the kids call me Cormac" his hands on thin hips as he glanced upwards in thought

"Yes, erase that line of authority between yourself and 11-15 year olds. Don't underestimate them, Billy. Or Cormac. Or whatever. You are probably the smartest professor Saint Fergus has ever had, but you’re handsome. My girls will eat you alive"

"I wouldn't go that far!" he was exasperated for some reason.

"You have five PhDs and can’t even legally rent a car in America yet," Jeanie pointed out.

Cormac waved her off dismissively. “No! Not the smart or genius part. That is true,” he agreed without pretension. “It’s the handsome part,” he rolled his eyes in frustration.

“Look McNamara, I can’t tell if you’re being humble or an asshole. Your constant squinting and inflamed cheeks are ruining my perception.”

"Inflamed.." he touched his face "It's rather distracting. You in your. I may realize now that's your intent. I'm not really NEW to this, uh women coming on to me. It's just not always quite so forward?"

"Had I known you were a doctor of Quantum Mechanics, my approach would be a little less intense. 10 quid or not, you were the one kissing me last night." Jeanie got up off the bed "Ill go, but can I take your sweater with me? The students don't need to see this"

"Oh, em do ya have to? You're already here, and I'm sure quite lovely to look at."

"Cormac put your glasses on"

"Really?" he was adorably confused "I would have to take them off if we-"

"Have sex?"

"I didn't mean to imply- I've never really-" he nervously put his glasses back on. Then started fiddling with his hands and chewing on one.

"No fucking way!” Jeanie sat up quickly “But you're-"

"Oh please don't say hot."

"Well-travelled?"

"I am not completely virginal, I'll have ye know! I've done tings. SEXY tings. I've put my mouth and fingers in places on a woman. I'm just picky about where I’d put my penis."

Jeanie’s amused now, she can’t help it. An eyebrow raised and a laugh ready to escape because he's pacing around and gesticulating wildly now. "Are.. are you getting more Irish?"

"MAYBE I AM!" he shouted louder than he meant to, then unexpectedly pulled his shirt over his head.

Jeanie laughed at the absurdity now. "Cormac. Or Billy, whatever you are more comfortable with." She kneeled on the bed coming to the edge of it. "We don't have to do this. I'm not asking you to justify your virginity; that your business. It’s a patriarchal construct anyways to make us feel like we have to engage in sexual activity. Then when we do, we’re trash. It’s a no-win situation for anyone. I LIKE you. We have all school year to get to know one another better."

“I think Dr Delaney-McNamara, but Cormac works just fine for you” his tone all at once softer and deeper.

There was a weird electricity in the air, which very well could have been the obscene amount of tech equipment in the small dorm room. It could have also been that the atmosphere switched so fast from mortification to that moment your body knows something is going to happen. Jeanie’s head began to swim when she realized the young man in front of her was unbuttoning his jeans to step out of them.

“Bloody hell...” was all she could utter before he wrapped her up in his arms.

Jeanie’s hand on Cormac’s hip and the other tangled in his hair as they found themselves in another kiss. Mouths dancing together. She sat back and pulled him down so that he was laying completely on top of her now. His skin was hot almost like a sunburn. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, Jeanie thought maybe a literal electricity had settled in him from using the portals so often all these years. Their tongues pushed back and forth, she realized his body began to feel similar to one of those static glass balls. The kind you press your hand against and every single hair on your body raises? It was strange and exhilarating and comical all at once.

The thought was fleeting though because Cormac’s lips made its way down Jeanie’s neck. The breath caught in her throat as he bit softly before trailing to her chest. His large hand gripped the flesh of her hip, snaking it around to grab at her backside before settling it between her thighs. The other struggled to unhook her bra while in their current position, his annoyance eliciting a giggle.

Managing to roll them so that she was on top now, Jeanie deftly reached behind herself to finish the job. Her breasts free, Cormac took one in his mouth. His tongue was warm against her skin as he began to suck and lick at a nipple and the flesh around it. Alternating between each hungrily, hand still lost in between her thighs. A finger began to trace the fabric of her panties.

Audible gasp now, as Jeanie fumbled to reciprocate any way she could. Kissing his forehead? or rocking her hips against his hand, she began to float outside of her body. What was she doing? Trying to feel wanted after all of this time? Maybe give the other adults something to gossip about over the weekend. Attractive new professor, the benefactor of Saint Fergus, fucking the boss his first week in. Jeanie was his boss, but also his subordinate? Because Cormac, with Brett and Hannah, owned her livelihood now.

“What a fine mess we’re in, Delaney,” she managed amongst the new spate of kisses.

Ignoring Jeanie’s frank statement, Cormac took to nibbling her throat again. Exchanging now for harder bites, just enough to let her know he had the upper hand. Fingers deftly pumping rhythmically with the pulsating of her body. He found that part of her with ease. The button Gordon never could without neon arrows.

“I walked through an alien portal at sixteen and made one of the greatest scientific discoveries none of us can talk about,” That Irish lilt heavy in her ear. “A fine mess has been the last decade of my life, Ms. Turner.”

There was almost a reckless abandon as Jeanie unexpectedly came. She cried out; it echoed off the dorm walls briefly before Cormac clamped a hand over her mouth. Their eyes both wide before they lost themselves in a fit of giggles.

Lying beside each other now on the bed, Jeanie felt self-conscious while Cormac absently twirled a finger in her mass of red hair. She felt his green eyes staring as she traced the infinity symbol with the tip of a nail on his chest. Their breathing patterns quickly marched in time together.

“Not sure why I have a gut feeling your timidity was a fucking game,” Jeanie spoke without a hint of anger. More like curiosity.

“Only just a little. I am far more capable of handling people in small doses. There's a certain anxiety hanging around the average university student. I finished undergrad in a year and graduate school in another. Never really fit in with most people my age. I thrived in a boarding college like this one. Never more than 15 children a class. Miss Murphy let me do as I please because I kept mostly to myself, even when she and the others were strangely codependent on my brain.”

Cormac’s eyes still trained on Jeanie while he spoke. “I didn't mind. I DON'T mind. My tinkering and projects work bloody fantastic now!” he exclaimed with pride. Those long fingers combed through Jeanie's hair. His gaze became nostalgic, “I transferred my AI tech into the lab at Aberdeen. There's my personal version. She's asleep right now,” he chuckled, gesturing towards the wall of monitors.

Jeanie grimaced, “She?!”

“Oh yes! SILVIA! I suppose she'll become LISA’s big sister.”

“You invented a primitive android.” her response was incredulous.

“No no. SILVIA was a lie detector I installed artificial intelligence in to play ch-..” Cormac caught himself. For the hundredth time that evening, “I suppose. Yes,” he tapped a finger against the soft dimple in his cheek.

“You suppose!” Jeanie reeled with laughter once more.

Cormac’s face flushed pink, “You know what I did to you was just basic anatomy that’s easily taught by reading a damn book. I reckon you'd be interested in what else reading has taught me about a woman's body.”

And so it began.

#robert sheehan #billy delaney #me and mrs jones #fluff #steamy?#cormac mcnamara #robert sheehan character fic

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Alone Now / Klaus Hargreeves Imagine

Request: Hi ya love! Hope all is well, I was wondering if you could write something for being Best friends with Klaus (Umbrella academy). The reader doesn’t have to be one of the numbers/kids. Thanks you and much love always. :)

Of course @confusedmilcc, and thank you for the message, it means a lot <3

Warning, some strong language and smoking/slight mention of drugs!

Comments are always appreciated!

‘Oh come ooooonnn Y/n! Stop being such a buzzkill!’

‘Klaus, literally all your siblings are here-because...you know!’

‘And all of us moping around, being angry with each other is exactly what the old bastard would have wanted! He hated us, so I say, let’s party!’

Klaus shook off his jacket, and you almost laughed at the poor attempt at putting down an umbrella you were witnessing. It took him a minute, but Klaus finally managed to snap down the click with a light ‘shit!’ and clip of his finger as he placed it by the kitchen door. You gaze at him warily, as he saunters over to you, the necklace you had made for his sixth christmas still jangling on his chest as he jumps up onto the table. Leaning the edge of your leg on the table, brushing slightly against the bare skin of his thigh, your hands come down to entangle on the soft pleats of his skirt, running them delicately through your fingertips as he tilts his head, knocking your hand out of the way as he folds his legs.

‘So, what do you say?’

‘Klaus, do you remember how much trouble you were in when you fell down the main stairs in Grace’s high heels? Can you imagine how much trouble you’re going to be in when the old man finds out you were taking drugs at his funeral?’

‘Hey, who said anything about drugs!? I was thinking more...waffles! Let’s go get waffles.’

‘Klaus, we can’t leave your siblings here alone, especially not with poor Vaanya.’

‘When did you become so boring.’

He doesn’t look at you when he says it, but he can tell you’re huffing by the way your foot starts tapping against the floor - a tick he had picked up the first time Reginald had locked him in the mausoleum, and you had come up running to him with a blanket and a tapping foot the second Reginald had let the crying boy out. He fumbles into his back pocket, pulling out from the crumpled carton the last cigarette he had stashed away, nipping it between his two front teeth.

‘You know I’m only teasing.’

You cough as the smoke clouds up in the air.

‘Hey, Grace will kill you if she finds out you were smoking in here. Plus, aren’t you trying to cut that out?’

‘That was last year, liebchen, keep up with the times. Get with the programme, if you will’, he replies, tapping his wristband.

Innocent hesitation plays on his face, as if he were afraid of pushing your limit as he smiled up at you. You only placed the cups of hot chocolate down in front of him, easing him into a false sense of security as he closed his eyes in bliss, taking in the aroma of sweet chocolate and just the hint of nutmeg you sprinkle on top of the marshmallows.

‘You always did make the best hot chocolate.’

‘And you were always easy to distract.’

He gasps as you reach up and grab the cigarette from his mouth, putting it out in the sink with a satisfied smirk.

‘You’re unbelievable’, Klaus answered shortly, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

'But you love me anyway’, you laugh, turning to face him. ‘Your pouting won’t work on me, you know.’

‘I’m not pouting,’ Klaus insisted, although his jutted bottom lip said otherwise. The two of you just stood still, staring at each other, waiting for one of you to break. Klaus wiggles his eyebrows, but you remain steadfast, until the corner of Klaus’ mouth twitches up slightly.

‘Boy, did I miss you.’

Little did the two of you know, that two floors above, Luther was currently placing a large finger against the needle of his record player, setting the grooves into motion. He sets the radio volume louder than he had meant to, his clumsy fingers nearly ripping off the dials. At this time of day, there is little traffic noise for his 80s music to compete with, and no noise from within the house either. It was as if everyone had just been waiting for this to start.

‘Children behave. That’s what they say when we’re together.

And watch how how you play.

They don’t understand-’

Klaus laughs, slapping a hand against his mouth before lifting it away and grabbing onto your wrist, pulling you towards him.

‘Come on, Y/n, you have to dance with me.’

‘And so we’re running just as fast as we can.

Holding onto one another’s hands.’

‘I suppose I could do that.’

The music spun the two of you around, lifting away gravity as he pulled you out into the middle of the kitchen. For the first time in a while, he did it without a care, and without a second thought, just allowing his shirt to breeze around you as he spun you out onto the tiles. You kept spinning as he raised his tattooed eyes to his hands, before he reached out and grabbed, you squishing your foot underneath his own. Still, he smiled brightly as your heels clicked over the floor, the only person that mattered to him giggling right in front of his eyes.

And boy, was he so glad the two of you had been left alone now. He hadn’t felt this much happiness in years.

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miss-kittys-magical-library · 3 years

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Lay All Your Love On Me

From The Moonbrella Lake Universe (Nikolai x Selina) *1994

Word Count- 3200

Warnings- family drama, mention of breastfeeding, use of superpowers, language, fingering, penetration (m!f)

A/N- Why would Selina and Nikolai ever think a transatlantic flight with the Kostas family would be uneventful? *Appearances by Sunny, Leon and Honey Kostas, Klaus Hargreeves, and Oliver Sway and Jess O'Neill (borrowered with love from @angst-fairygodmother) **Picture by Ari Gold

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Continental Airlines Flight 1423 non-stop to Athens. We've been given the ok by air traffic control. Once we've reached cruising altitude on our ten hour flight, we'll start our service including a selection of in flight entertainment. Again thank you for choosing Continental.”

“Hey did you see they have Leon,” there was a dramatic pause, “The Professional. Sel imagine our dad, a career hitman!” The plane engines roared to life so he shouted.

Sunny’s face appeared between the seats. His nose scrunched and grooved dimples formed just under his eyes while laughing at his own joke. Then he grew instantly stoic, his gaze shifted to stare up at his own eyebrows that met in the middle.

“Is that what he’s learned from Abba Tom all these years?” He bit his pinky nail, “Like The Commission?”

Selina rolled her eyes while fiddling with her nursing bra. She freed herself from the fabric and lifted her tee shirt up enough for Irina to latch. Hoping to prevent her tiny ears from popping, she was glad she skipped a feeding to ensure her daughter was hungry enough to take a nipple.

“If anyone in this family is a hitman it's Klaus. He has combat training, dad has Whitechapel street smarts. Which means his mouth and a switch- Ow! Shark teeth! Do you have two more, dolcezza? Hrm?”

“You know, Nikolai’s face matches his eyes. You alright? Not thinking about doing a runner as Dad would say. Imagine the first ‘return to sender’ Russian bride.” Sunny giggled at his own joke.

Nikolai could only white knuckle the arm of his seat. His eyes clenched shut while the plane continued climbing higher. He ignored his soon-to-be wife who had covered his hand and tried to wedge her hers around it. He relaxed and spread his fingers so she could settle her fingers in between them. Then they formed a clasp.

Selina turned her gaze towards Sunny. Her eyes narrowed, "Why are you like this?"

"Why did you hide an entire baby from me? Or that a Sway is with my.. Jess."

Irina responded for her mother instead by squealing with delight and grabbing a tiny fistful of her uncle's poorly excuse for facial hair.

"You look like a tool. Your niece thinks so too."

"You're a frigid hag who's marrying a Russian hooker. As for all this on my face, the ladies love it." Sunny flashed an obscene, two fingered gesture that involved his tongue. Why do you think Honey's been with Leon this long." He puts his split tongue on display and points at it then his mustache, "I-iss ah iss."

Selina grows queasy, but Irina stares at her uncle upside with intense fascination. Her eyes transfixed on his every movement. Sunny can only respond with pink cheeks and masked embarrassment at the unwanted attention. He didn't command it, so he can't bear it.

"Alright you, go back to Mummy's milk or whatever." Then he whipped around with a finger pointed at the seat beside his sister, "AND STOP OGLING MY SISTER'S TITS, OLIVER! Would Nikolai be ok with that?"

"Turnabout is fair play, Kostas. That's for looking at my fiancee's," Ollie spoke with a calm misdemeanor. His arms crossed in front of his chest.

"Oh come on Little Orphan Ollie, I've done more than ogle them," Sunny makes a motorboat gesture in Jess's direction.

Oliver turned pale pink, but it looked weak next to Jessica's blood red cheeks that rivaled her hair. A hand reached from a seat in front of Sunny to slap him on the back of the head. He flinched in a dramatic fashion.

“OW! Mama!”

“Stop being an asshole, Nicklaus. It's a 10 hour flight, you're 23, and YOU walked away from her. She's not a toy Oliver picked up that YOU decided belonged to you because you stopped playing with it. Now quit being a bitch, or I'll replace you with ANOTHER clone.”

Honey didn't even need to look at Sunny. She went back to her book, head resting on Leon's shoulder. Sunny seemed to deflate in his seat next to Klaus. His voice softer when he finally dared to talk back.

“Well you weren't supposed to replace me with one of your pet projects, let alone a Sway. Is Charlotte Darling dead?” He paused and a blank look came across his face. He was trancing; searching for her spirit. “Mmm, is Nikolai rich now? I bet he's rich. He really has a way with the retirement home crowd. It's almost grave robb-”

“Достаточно!” Nikolai’s outburst startled them all with his outburst. ENOUGH! Irina so much, she started to cry.

“NIKOLAI!” Selina snapped.

She held their daughter to her chest and murmured nonsense to her. Her body rocked back and forth instinctively while she sang a lullaby under her breath. Every parent’s worst nightmare was a screaming child on a flight of any length.

“Lina, he has done nothing but turn everything into a joke or mock us all. I won't have him speak to you or Oleg or your Mama that way. Or anyone,” Nik’s eyes darted towards Jess. “HE left this family.”

Nikolai turned towards his future brother, a finger pointed at him. “Yes, Sunny I get it. There are two of us here who understand your need to be separate. From your abilities. From the Kostas name. It is big shoes to fill. But YOU did not watch your Mama cry for so many months because you never called or wrote.”

“Kolya, please.” The baby had calmed down, so Selina now held on to Nikolai’s shirt. “He doesn't need to know this.”

Nikolai trembled in response. He was shocked to feel the sting of tears while holding back a wave of nausea. “Sunny, you broke everyone's hearts because you were a jealous, selfish prick.”

Nik unbuckled his seatbelt and struggled to get around Selina. “прошу прощения.” Excuse me

Sunny had gone totally dumbstruck for once. No smart ass retort or quick, immature comeback. He watched as his brother in law practically climbed over his sister and niece. Then to the front at his parents.

Honey, who couldn't really be seen over the back of the seat, was ignoring her son. Leon towered over her and was pushing all that dark hair streaked with silver behind her ear. Sunny noticed for the first time his dad had aged. He LOOKED fifty. The grey in his goatee also crept from his temples and was growing through the rest of his head. Even Klaus beside him finally started to age, allowing time to ensnare the time traveling Prophet.

Sunny remained silent. Hands folded awkwardly in his lap, he bit his lip. He could hear Selina singing Moon River until it became just humming and babbling.

He saw Leon's own dad (who died when they were little) and brother (who died when Leon was sixteen) sitting nearby. They were always nearby, but Sunny knew Papa didn't need his abilities to see them. Leon had his own secrets that likely only Honey knew. And the days his son.

There was a calm that floated along the family and some of the passengers, and Sunny wondered if his sister had come into her own powers finally after all these years. Her voice was like an anesthetic. Yet the one person who needed it was having a panic attack in the bathroom.

Right on cue, Selina spoke up: “There's something really wrong with Nikolai. Ollie, can you take Dolce for me?” She lifted the musically sedate baby in his direction.

“Normally yes, but maybe Sunny should. It's pretty obvious to Jess and I that he's more upset about us getting to be with Irina than he is about not knowing you were pregnant. You think he'll really say no to you? Or her?”

Selina held the baby aloft. A flicker of a memory so long ago of her papa doing that with a baby of his own. Those flashes always played with her mind, what was real and not.

But Irina had her fingers stuffed in her mouth like her uncle used when he was little. She beamed a barely toothed smile and squealed at her mommy; Selina could only see Sunny.

She supposed of course Nikolai and Leon and Klaus, but her daughter had Nicklaus’s cheek. His wonder with the world around him and need to command any room’s attention. But the utter dependence on Selina.

She sighed and stood with the baby on her hip. Irina put her head on Selina’s shoulder while babbling softly to herself.

“Take your niece,” the young mother demanded and presented her to Sunny.

“Whot?”

“Something is wrong with Nikolai. He's been in the loo for way too long, and he either died or MacGuyver’d his way out of the plane somehow.”

“No thanks. We have nothing in common. She can't even speak English, and my poly-lingual abilities are tapped out. It's EXHAUSTING sleeping your way across several continents.”

Selina reached out and a tiny firework appeared on the tips of her fingers. She flicked it at her brother’s direction and shocked him.

“OW WHAT THE FUCK?! WHEN DID YOU LEARN TO DO THAT?”

His sister held her palm flat in front of him and made a small light display with sparklers. Sunny’s jaw unhinged when it shot in his direction and into his head. It shrunk and twisted in his cortex until he nearly passed out. Then it was over.

“The longer Nikolai and I are together, the more we find out something was in me too. Nik too. He's like you, but in different ways? When I got pregnant, Irina’s abilities were immediate the further along I was. She's so much like you, Sun. You and Kolya and all of us that came before.”

“Oh good, so she's THIS universe’s Vanya. Due for an apocalypse soon?” Sunny inhaled sharply when his niece began to float in his direction. “Oh no. Nope! Go to Topolino.” He tried to manipulate her in Klaus’s direction.

Klaus shot his head up, “ No way. She's YOUR niece. I did my baby duty with the two of you.” He deflected Irina back to his double like a tennis ball.

Irina giggled. Her uncle folded. Sunny held out his hands so he could catch her. “If she falls helplessly in love with me, well that's on you and Nik. You should've taught her better.”

“Thank you! Promise me we’ll talk later? REALLY talk?” Sunny nodded. She continued, “Be warned, Irina is a stage five face hugger.”

"What's a stage five face hug-"

Before Sunny could finish his query, Irina grabbed a fistful of her uncle’s hair and got them tangled. She put her wide open mouth to his forehead and sucked. Saliva dripped down his face. "Oh," he said from somewhere in her terry cloth onesie.

Jess snickered, “I see she kisses like you.”

But Selina noticed her friend’s face when Sunny seemingly tapped into a hidden parental instinct with the baby. She leaned over Ollie to kiss Jess on the head, humming to her. The red head relaxed as her best friend made her way towards the restrooms.

---

“Kolya, are you ok?” She knocked on the door. “Can I come in?” To Selina’s surprise it was unlocked, maybe had been this entire time but no one had tried to interfere.

Nikolai was leaning forward over the sink. His forehead pressed to the mirror. He looked, as Sunny pointed out, green around the gills.

Selina closed and locked the door before hooking her fingers in his belt loops. “I can get my scrubs out of my bag, and we can play nurse. That might make you feel better, hrm?”

She kissed the back of his neck and grazed her fingertips under his shirt along his stomach. It reflexed and grew taut in response. She let them trail down to the button and fly of his jeans before he swatted her away.

“Lina, stop. Please.” Nikolai’s free hand had a death grip on the sink.

“You're actually scared,” her voice was soft. Selina leaned back and so he could see her reflection. “Do you want me to sing? Relax you a bit?”

Nikolai shook his head no.

“You've never been on an airplane before, have you?”

Nik closed his eyes and shook his head again. “We took trains to somewhere in western Europe, and then a boat to New York. By the time we got to America, we got stuck in that cabin on Long Island. Pops died or was killed.”

Selina laid her head on his back, her cheek to the fabric of his purple shirt. Her hands covered both of his. “And now we know you had to be smuggled out of Russia.”

“How can he exist in so many worlds? WHY does he exist in our world?”

“Because the Fates are tricky, my love. They need a balance: intertwined our souls, but those bitches needed someone inhuman to keep the circle going. Every little choice my parents made and my Abba made and Reginald made and Klaus made spirals and branches off. This one gave us you and Irina and Ollie and Jess. And Klaus made the choice to bring us Sunny and The Umbrella Academy and himself.

“You sound like Leon,” Nikolai smirked. Then his face fell before lifting her hand to kiss it. “I was made to be a weapon.”

Selina slipped around the front of her partner. “Nikolai, look at me.” She held his chin so that he was forced to see into her eyes. “Children are meant to be loved. Not alien science projects on evolution or weaponization.”

Nik held onto her tightly. Selina kissed the dip in his neck where the collarbone met. She felt him grow immediately hard against her thigh when her fingers tangled up in his hair.

Instead of his lips meeting her’s, Nikolai kissed behind her ear. He bit it gently; his breathing grew heavy coming from his nose. His lips trailed down her throat. Selina moaned.

“You’re a brother.. And.. husband..” Selina urged him towards her cleavage. “A dadd-”

The sounds he made caused her to lose the words. Then Nik reached under her shirt. His warm palms on bare skin electrified her. Lifting her shirt he unfastened the nursing bra to pinch a nipple gingerly knowing they were tender from the baby.

Selina literally sparked; Nikolai laughed into her chest just before capturing the nipple to swipe at with his tongue. He knew not to do anything else, having learned that lesson the moment they could have sex again after Irina was born.

Instead he sucked on the flesh just above. Hard. He lost his hand under her polka-dotted skirt. He teased the fabric outside her entrance wetter than it already was.

Their mouths inches apart, sharing oxygen but refusing to touch. Little whimpers escaped Selina as Nikolai worked his fingers faster. He stopped only to aggressively tug her underwear down so she could shimmy out of them. She put her long leg out with a foot up on the wall behind him, astonished that her flexibility was still intact.

Nik bent down in front of his fiancee and held a fistful of her thighs. He was anchoring himself before lunging forward to dive into her sex. He sucked on the parts of her that hid her clit before snaking the tip of his tongue inside to find it. He spread her with thumb and forefinger for better access and worked with a strange fury.

“Fuck!” Selina cried. Her thigh started to shake. She had overestimated her stamina to hold a position she once could for ages. “Use your fingers too,” she commanded. Throat dry.

Nik obeyed. He looked up at her, plunged his fingers in her sex again. He reached up to lower her leg so that it was over his back. He hooked his fingers inside of her and found a rhythm by alternating this move with circling her clit with his tongue. Stopping to suck on her slit at various times.

Selina groped at him. Her grip tugged his hair and head so that he was smothered in her. Nikolai made a satisfactory growl when she constricted and her thighs clenched. The orgasm started in her throat, her body coiling and flexing under his mouth.

Suddenly he was on his feet to swallow the punctuated cries that came with her cumming. Selina could taste herself, the sticky bitterness, while her body rocked and contorted. Nik held her and she threw small fireworks that flashed colors in tiny raining sparks. She had never done that.

Before either could react, Nikolai freed himself from his jeans. “I think it is my turn, dorogoy.”

Selina turned beneath him so that her back faced her soon to be husband. She stood with her feet wide apart and bent just slightly over the sink to present herself to him.

Nikolai held his erection in hand and widened her stance with a knee. He grabbed Selina’s hip which he pulled down on to his cock ramming it forward. Inside of her so deep her ass crashed into his hip bones. She gasped and cried out.

“More,” she begged.

“Like this?”

Nik started to rut wildly. His face twisted with pleasure. Selina desperately clung to the sink. Her eyes fixed on him in the mirror. He took handfuls of her tits and clenched the nipples. Used them to rock her up and down over the shaft.

There was a rhythmic drumming to the pounding. He penetrated Selina like their bodies could merge together. Her gaze, never straying, finally locked into Nikolai's. It encouraged him to fuck harder. Faster. Until her muscles quivered from trying to keep up. She relaxed into his control. That tiny bit of submission and-

“Motherfucker!” Nik all but shouted. His Russian accent all but gone. “I'm gonna cum!” right before he did.

Nik spilled into Selina. His body twisting and twitching and pumping every last ounce into her. Their eyes held each other like he was holding her to his chest. If they were in a bed he would've stayed inside of his fiancée until they fell asleep. Instead he embraced her tightly while he tried to return to normal.

“I think I can survive the rest of the flight, hrm?” Nik kissed Selina's neck.

Selina adjusted her skirt before fastening the nursing bra and caught Nik's eye in the mirror while he put himself together.

"You know it is impressive you've kept the long con. Even around my family. Will you ever let them hear your real voice?"

"Lina, they know me as the Russian thief. Why upset them?"

"You've been here since you were ten years old. They're smart enough to realize the possibility that your accent is fake."

"Yeah but when I talk like this," he affected a New York tone between Brooklyn and Long island, "you freak the fuck out! So, I'm Russian."

He shrugged. A panicked look had spread across Selina's face. Unease laid out in her dark brown eyes. "Huh, what did I say? Это заставляет нервничать. Вы просто видите своего брата или дядю." It makes you nervous. You just see your brother or uncle "Και αν μιλάω στα ελληνικά, είναι ο μπαμπάς σου"

And if I talk in Greek, it's your papa. "Russian separates me from them."

Nikolai slapped her on the ass as was his way post sex. “Let’s hope someone besides you is worried about me. When will the rest of the family meet us in-”

He was interrupted after opening the door. Sunny was flirting with a flight attendant. With a few flight attendants. Their eyes blank, listening intently to his words. Nikolai realized he was enchanting them. Probably keeping them from catching his sister and brother in law.

They turned to make the way towards their seats only to see the entire plane spaced out. Save for the Kostas family of course. Irina happily babbling and holding fists full of Ollie’s hair. He looked mildly sick.

“You aren't the only one whose powers grew.” Sunny moved past them. “Selina, I think maybe we should talk now instead of later.”

She couldn't help but agree while she and Nikolai did their best to ignore the flood of blue spectres filling the empty seats and aisles.

How dare they believe a wedding in Greece would be drama free. And to think, they still had eight more hours.

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The Flair Up: Robert Sheehan x Reader with Endometriosis

This was a request from my friend @elliethesuperfruitlover 💜☺️

Warnings: Extreme pain and fluff

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You hated the idea of moving, but the pain was so bad you had to do something. The extra strength Ibuprofen you took ten minutes ago hadn’t kicked in yet. You were lying there in bed trying to muster the willpower to get the heating pad from under the sink in the bathroom. But why you kept it there in the first place was a mystery. After you made it through this you vowed to keep it in your nightstand for easy access.

Since you’d gotten your first period at ten years old, your mom was there filling the hot water bottle, bringing you herbal tea and moral support. She knew this pain first hand and sometimes you could return the favor. There was a solidarity between you, enduring it together every month. You missed that care when you grew up and moved out on your own. Dating was difficult and partners would often get scared or lose interest when they got close enough to see you in this state.

You were hanging off the edge of the bed contemplating your options when your phone rang. “Mornin’ love. I missed you, so I thought I’d surprise you.”

You steadied your breath. “Oh, hey...I’m not feeling well today, Robbie.”

He paused for a second. “Do you want me to go, then? You see, this is awkward because I’m standing outside your door. I have breakfast.”

“Aww, that is sweet of you.” Your chest tightened.

“Maybe I could come in and help you feel better...take care of you.”

It was inevitable that he’d find out sooner or later. You’d been going out a few months and you were completely smitten by the handsome Irish actor. He was damn near perfect. It appeared the feelings were mutual, but your relationship hadn’t exactly crossed any hurdles. It had all been smooth sailing. You worried that this would send him packing like the others, but dragging it out would only make it hurt worse. You resolved to open the door.

“Okay, I’m coming. Please excuse the mess.”

You heaved yourself out of bed and got as close to standing as your aching body would allow. You shuffled over and opened the door. Robbie got one look at you and his happy expression morphed into immediate concern. “Oh my god, what’s wrong?”

“It’s, um...complicated.”

“Here, let’s get you back to bed.” He quickly escorted you back to bed, tucked you in, and sat on the corner.

You’d been through years of people dismissing you and telling you it was all in your head. ‘Period cramps, are supposed to hurt’; ‘You’re just overreacting’; ‘You need to toughen up’; ‘You’re only doing this for attention.’

“Well, I don’t mean to pry into something you’re not ready to tell me, but I’ve got time and bagels.” He held the paper bag aloft.

You half smiled. “I’m actually kind of nauseated. I don’t think I’m up for bagels.”

“Oh, you have a stomach ache?”

“Not exactly. I’m on my period -but it’s not just a normal period.” You rushed to qualify your response. “I have a condition...endometriosis.” Robbie just looked back at you in silence. “You’re not saying anything.” You started getting that sinking feeling.

“I just didn’t want to interrupt you. I’ve never heard of endo....”

“Endometriosis. It’s where the tissue that normally grows inside the uterus during the mensural cycle grows and then bleeds on the outside of your organs. The pain is excruciating, debilitating. You caught me in the middle of a flare up.”

“Shit, y/n. That’s horrible! What causes it? Is there a cure?” He looked genuinely upset and curious. Maybe you underestimated him.

“They still haven’t figured that out.”

“Jesus, they should be having telethons!”

You shook your head, defeated. “Well, it only effects women...and not the sexy part.”

“Fuck the goddamn patriarchy!”

You laughed. His reaction was encouraging. It seemed like maybe he got it.

“Fuck them indeed.”

“So, what can I do to help make you more comfortable?”

“You’re serious?”

“Of course, I’m fucking serious! My girlfriend’s guts are all scrambled and bleeding. I’d call this an emergency!”

“Heating pad! Under the sink!”

Robbie’s curls bounced as he launched himself off the bed, rushed across the hall, and returned with the heating pad. He knelt down to plug it in and watched as you turned it up to its highest setting.

“Woah.”

“Yep.”

“What else?”

“Herbal tea. Top shelf, over the toaster.”

Robbie returned with the tea, kissing you on the cheek as he handed it to you.

“Now I just have to wait it out.”

“Would you care for some....” Robbie pulled something from his shoulder bag on the floor and waved it in the air “...distraction?”

“Oh my god, is that the new script?”

“Yes, love. These pages contain spoilers in their purest form.” Robbie thumbed the pages dramatically.

“Spoil me rotten. I want an out of body experience.”

“Close your eyes.” Robbie laid down beside you and proceeded to read all the parts including stage directions in the most vivid, exciting, and hilarious way possible. You were especially fond of his Diego impersonation. At some point in the story your eyes grew heavy and you must have fallen asleep.

The next morning Robbie woke you up gently with tea and toast and ibuprofen on a saucer. He snuggled in next to you. “Now that I know how to help, I can be ready for the next flare up.”

It was the first time in a long time you felt truly seen and cared for. The tear on your cheek found its way down your lip and into your tea as you took a sip.

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