[Fourteen prompt fills down, only one more to go! …which will be posted tomorrow, because I just had an unexpected social obligation for tonight dropped in my lap. And thanks to @burberrycanary for the co-writing sprint that got me to polish this off.]
Dear anon, I’m sorry this isn’t the scenario you asked for; I’m still not certain I’ll ever write that (for several reasons)—plus if I do, I’d want to do it justice and write something longer and more substantial… but in the meantime, I hope you enjoy this little tidbit.
“Calm your tits, I’m coming!” Jyn shouts at the knock on her apartment door. Leia is relentless when it comes to brunch—she hates having to wait in line, so she’s always nagging Jyn to leave at the asscrack of dawn. But this morning Jyn forgot to set her alarm, so Ms. Impatience is just going to have to cool her jets.
She flings the door open and is suddenly staring not at Leia, but at her neighbour’s chest. In a very well-fitting, heather grey sweater. For an idiotic moment she wonders why he’s not wearing a suit—it’s Saturday morning, dummy, why would he.
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