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onskepa · 5 months

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Hello!

Tomorrow is my birthday and i hope you dont mind if i request you. If you could write a neteyam and human reader where she is deaf (because im deaf to lol) and after the ambush quaritch made, they have to take her with them, to the metkayina. Neteyam finds out she doesn't speak since she is deaf and doesn't hear herself, so he learns the metkayina sign language. But poor boy finds out she knows the american sign language (or one from earth). Also, only jake, her and norm knows it

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETIE!!

I did my best to make sure my gift to you is the best! I hope you can enjoy this! And enjoy the rest of your birthday, have a nice treat and celebrate!

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Palang

“What is she doing here? Not that I don't mind” Lo’al tells spider. Lo’ak and his siblings left to look for one of the old battle grounds to find anything interesting. But spider decided to bring a plus one to the trip.

“I thought it would be good and nice if she enjoys the outdoors from time to time” Spider replies. Next to him was a girl whom the sully’s sees on a rare occasion outside of the lab. Standing next to spider, with a shy posture she gives the kids a small smile and waves at them a ‘hello’.

“Well then let's go” lo’ak shrugs as takes lead of the small group. Spider guides his friend to be in the middle of the group as he walks behind her. The sully kids failed to see what the unique communication spider and his friend were having.

It was dark, wet from the rain, and being held down tightly from strangers she has never met before. The girl was having constant internal screams about how she would get out of it. Looking at the rest of the teens, she can see kiri moving her lips, by body movement, she can guess kiri was doing a prayer of some sort. Perhaps praying for someone to save them. And really, the girl does want to be saved. Go back to the lab and in her comfy bed. Pretend the capture/hostage situation was a bad dream.

Slowly and carefully she scans spider and the rest, to make sure they are calm. Especially the little one. Poor baby must be scared to death!

However, she noticed everyone turning their heads to a certain direction, she followed their eyes. But all she sat was darkness. Perhaps it is the help they all prayed for?

“Here, this will help you feel better” Neteyam tells the silent human girl. Placing the bowl in front of her face, she jumped a bit startled. Looking up at him, she makes a gesture with her hand and chin and accepts the bowl. Neteyam thought it was but gave her a short smile and left her to eat in peace.

Neteyam doesn't know much about the silent girl. Seen her only a handful of times. And even then, she was mostly with spider. And speaking of spider, he felt bad for his friend being taken from the demons. Whatever or wherever he is, he can only hope spider is safe.

“And why must we bring her with us!? She would stand out! Nobody from any clan will accept us with her!” Neytiri screeches to Jake as they discuss about leaving the Omatikaya clan. Jake was pacing back and forth, taking deep breaths. Being careful to say the right words.

“She knows as much as spider. The RDA knows that kid is here and will likely look for her. And if they find her, they find everyone. Spider may not say a word to the RDA but they know there is another. It leaves us no choice. We have to take her with us”.

Outside from the tent, their children were listening really closely. The four siblings all looked at each other and then silently to the girl who was staring at the bonfire. To leave their home, everything they ever knew was devastating. And to take a human who so far hasn't spoken a word would make things difficult to coming to terms with.

“If she comes with us, how will that work?” Tuk asks silently. Neteyam gives it a moment of thought before walking over to the girl.

The girl stared at the fire, feeling the bright warmth. Would follow the little burning sparks as it fades away. How it dances and sways, never still always moving. Even if the fire stays in one spot, its movements never conform. So hypnotic and soothing.

At least it was that until a large hand touched her shoulder.

She quickly turns her head to see who it was. The boy who gave her some food. His mouth was moving, but all she could do was look at him. Perhaps he doesn't know? Turning her body towards him, she points to herself with her finger, and then moves her finger from the chin up to her ear.

She observed the boy in front of her, his lips moving downwards and eyes moving slightly. Confused is most likely what he is feeling. And again he moves his mouth, with his hands moving as well but none of the hand moves he makes forms any words.

This will be tricky to communicate.

“I'm sorry, I don't know what this hand thing you do” Neteyam says. He huffs out a bit frustrated. Looking down at the girl, and the girl seems to understand. He looks over to his fathers table of computers and tablets. There was a small tablet at the end of the table. Grabbing it he hands it to the girl.

And it made the girl smile, her shoulders relaxing. Quickly she types in some words and flips it for him to read.

“I am deaf. I cannot hear you. I cannot speak, for I am mute”

Neteyam read the sentence over and over. Letting this new found information settle in. He looked at her, who was smiling.

“You mean, you can't hear me? Can't hear anything?” he asks. The girl turns the tablet to type something else. And again, she flips it over.

“I can not hear anything. Your sound, the sound of others. From the roars of the ikrans, to things being moved. I can't hear. That is how I am.”

This opened a new window of perception to neteyam. A human who cant hear? How did that work? Or, not work in this case. To hear nothing but silence? It boggled his mind. Is this why he never heard her voice?

Taking the tablet he does his best to type out some words.

“If you can't hear, then how do you go on everyday?”

The girl reads it and takes it back to reply.

“I heighten my other senses. More specifically, sense of touch and feel. I do my best to feel the vibrations of everything. My eyes are also sharp. No means am I perfect on it. I get distracted sometimes”.

And that is how they communicated for the few hours they had together. Neteyam couldn't help but take interest in the girl. Yet somehow despite the long time of “chatting”, not once did neteyam ask for her name.

After so many long talks and arguments. It was settled. The sully family and the young girl all left to seek a new home for the better safety of the children. For the entire travel, the girl was with neteyam. He did his best to bring her comfort.

Everything was happening so fast, new regions the girl has never seen before. And before she had the chance to admire the environment, they had to move forward. Between sunny days and dark thunderous nights,

The other siblings did their best to make the trip as comfortable for her as possible, but there was so much they could do. Of course she took the tablet to type out her words but the battery can last only for so long. So the tablet is used only for emergencies.

But alas, they reached the final destination. In view, was the clear blue waters of a beautiful island. White earth covering connecting the blue ocean. The girl was in awe, the na’vi also looked different yet similar at the same time. Many with interesting tattoos!

Climbing down from the ikran, the girl was able to feel the warm yet wet sand. Felt funny but it was soft, seeing ahead, tuk was looking at the gathering crowd. Neteyam guides the girl to look up at him. He gestures to stand close behind him. Complying she does so.

As they all walk up to the crowd, two na’vi walked up to jake and the others. Conversation was happening as she sees their mouths moving.

She tries her best to understand but all her thoughts were stopped as the female na’vi walked up to her. Glaring down with her clear eyes.

“And what of her?” Ronal asks as she inspects the quiet sky demon in front of her. Jake walked to them, keeping his hands out for ronal to see.

“She cant speak, not even hear. We will watch over her. I promise, if she must, she will also learn your ways” Jake pleaded. Ronal glaces at him and then back at the girl. Small in height, not very threat looking.

So she turns and has a silent conversation with Tonowari.

“They accept” The girl thought. A small smile broke out from her face, feeling relieved. By observing the two leaders, simply watching their eyes was enough to tell her many things. They did always say, the silence can speak a thousand words.

“Can you do that again? “ Neteyam asks tsireya. She happily does so. She, ao’nung and rotxo were teaching the sully children how to speak in sign language. This is one lesson neteyam payed attention to in great detail. Tried to mesmerize what each movement is for.

“You seem more eager with our finger talk than actually swimming” Ao’nung comments. “He wants to talk to our friend. '' Tuk applies the small information ith a happy, shameless smile. Her siblings were quick to scold her.

“Why doesn't your friend join us? It would be interesting to get to know her” Rotxo says. Lo’ak shakes his head, “well good luck with that. She is deaf”.

“Lo’ak!” Neteyam shouts.

This raised some curiosity with the metkayina children.

“You mean, she can't hear anything? At all?” Tsireya asks, all the sully kids nodded. While loss of hearing wasn't entirely impossible, such a rarity in fact, it doesn't stop one from searching for methods to communicate.

“Well, all the more reasons to bring her with you! I would like to meet her and chat” Tsireya says with a happy smile. Now feeling more eager, tsireya and the others do their best for the sully kids to hone the new skill and perhaps have better communication with the girl.

The girl in question felt the familiar footsteps of neteyam. Turning to see him enter, he had a bright smile on his face. Curious, she had her full attention on him. Neteyam moved his hands, making unfamiliar signs. It looked like sign language but all the movements were wrong and couldn't make out anything.

Tilting her head, he gives him a confused expression.

Neteyam sees this and tries again, making sure he made all the right signs like how tsireya taught him.

“You do not understand?” He signs to her. And again, the girl shrugs and looks to be a bit lost by his communication. Sighing, he grabs the emergency tablet to type.

“I was learning sign language today. That was what I was trying to do with you. I thought I learned it correctly, was there no sign readable?”

The girl reads his message and forms her mouth to the shape of an “oh”. Finally understanding, she replies to him.

“I understand now. The sign language you were learning is na’vi language. The language I sign is english. So there is still a barrier”

Her shoulders shake, as if she was laughing silently. Poor boy went through hours of learning how to sign only to be fruitless in the end. Neteyam hangs his head low. Feeling slightly embarrassed. Of course it would be english. Nobody, not even from his clan, new of the sign language of their people.

Grabbing the tablet, he says “well it seems we both have learning to do”

The next day, neteyam brought the silent girl to meet the metkayina children. She felt slightly overwhelmed but felt happy to be included. Tisreya was more than eager to talk to the gently sky demon, but neteyam informed her the sign language she spoke was still of sky demon language.

So to combat it, Tsireya took it upon herself to personally teach both neteyam and the girl how to speak with their hands.

And to say, it was no easy feat.

Having an extra finger, there were things that needed to be adjusted. But not impossible oh no. If anything, the girl was just as eager to learn a new language. And with steady ease did she manage to have conversations with neteyam and the other kids!

Things were not as awkward as before. Needing the tablet less and less. Almost forgotten. The girl smiled more, and became very active. From swimming to doing her part in the clan. She felt like it was a second chance. No more white cold metal walls but see the beautiful ocean every day. To be as free and easily speak with others better than she ever did back at the forest.

As she sees it, it was a rebirth, and a rebirth requires a new name.

“Good morning Palang” Tuk signs to palang. Stretching out her limbs, letting the morning sunlight rays hit her skin, palang signs back, “Good morning tuktuk”.

Another glorious day. Getting up, palang gets ready for the day. Communicating with sending specific vibrations or hand signs, everyone in the pod does their morning routine. Today, palang and neteyam have hunting and gathering duties. Something both have come to love.

“Palang don't forget, you have to assist tuk with her lessons” Neytiri signs to palang. She nods to confirm, “Yes netyiri, I will make sure she doesn't skip this time”. She goes to the edge, ready to dive as neteyam walks up beside her.

“Are you ready palang?” Neteyam signs to her. Palang smiles, the shine of the sun competing with the shine of her eyes. “Yes, lets do this!” she signs back. Both jump into the water and dive deep. The oceanic colors and life never cease to amaze them. Truly, Palang feels completed and hopes to grow further alongside her greatest friend, neteyam.

Aaaaaaand that is all everyone! Anon, I hope you liked this fic and all of you liking it as well~!

I typed this with sleepy eyes and brain, If i made mistakes please tell me!

Until next time! See ya!

Palang - contact (in a social sense) communicate with

P.S: I spent more time on the name than I did with the story XP

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 9 months

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Blessed Are The Meek 7

Summary: you are trapped in an awkward circumstance with a widowed commander. (Handmaid AU)

Warning: this series will contain violence, dystopian aspects, rape and noncon, blood, coercion, sterility, and other dark elements. Please read these warnings and beware.

Character: Tommy Shelby

Note: thank you for following along. I’m sure yall didn’t expect to write Tommy again but here we are. Also feedback and comments if you dont mind. Maybe a reblog. 💕💕💕💕

The Commander drives through the streets of the capital. You are as you always are. Eyes down and forward. You touch the grey cuffs of your smock and a wash of dread flows through you.

The weight in your chest sinks further as he comes to a stop. A guardian approaches the car and opens your door. You’re ushered out onto the street. You don’t look back as the tires roll away and you’re left without explanation.

The man makes no move to seize you. He merely directs you onward towards an unmarked door at the side of a tall brick building. Not a word between you as he gestures you inside.

It is brighter within. You follow long bending hallways, pure white walls and unscuffed floors. On and on until you are stopped again. Another door without number or word. He opens it and lets it fall open.

“Go inside. Sit.”

You obey. The door remains open as your footsteps echo in the empty room. You sit in the single chair across from a long curved table. While the chair you claim is cold and hard, those behind the table are cushioned.

You perch on the edge and wait, examining the featureless walls. You twine your fingers together and squeeze. A sterile smell dries your nose as the blankness reminds you of somewhere else. Some time else.

The beeping of machines, the chatter of staff, the sweeping of shadows from doorways, a nurse with a clipboard calling for the next to triage. A child against you, shivering and sobbing against your shoulder. Your son, clinging to his mother, needing her, trusting her.

Another door opens. Three men emerge and claim the seats behind the table. Your vision comes to focus. You don’t know any of them but they are dressed prim like most Commanders.

Your name echoes around you. Not ‘martha’, not ‘woman’, no, your name.

“Is that you?” The man in the center asks.

“Yes,” you answer, your voice catching in your throat.

A pen scratches on paper. The next question. Birthdate? Birth place? Medical conditions? Each answered in confusion. Why do they need to know all this. They’re just sending you to die.

“Children?” The man on the right prompts.

“One.”

Silence. Waiting. You continue.

“A son.”

“Would that be Elijah. Commander of Nalor County.”

“That is his name, I am unable to confirm his title,” you reply in a wisp. A commander? Your some is just the same, torturing women, living off their suffering.

“You have been a martha to Commander Shelby for how long?”

“I believe four years, but I cannot confirm for sure.”

“You aided his wife in her labour?”

“I did.”

Your neck trickles with sweat and your hair stands on end.

“During which, she died.”

“Yes.”

“And you would agree with the physician’s diagnosis that this was an unpreventable death?”

“I can only take his word. I was there to assist. I am not trained in that practice.”

“And when was your last menstruation?” The man on the left takes over.

You hesitate. You wet your lips with your tongue.

“You do still have a cycle?” He prompts.

“Two weeks ago.”

“And it comes routinely?”

“Yes.”

The men are quiet. They look at each other and then the papers before them. They nod and stand up. They say nothing else before they leave you. You frown. There is little use for an old woman who bleeds like a stuck pig.

You stay as you are. You wait. Your ears ring in the static silence. When at last footfalls approach, you do not look up. The guardian tells you to stand and you follow him from the room.

You are taken to another, again left alone. Two women in tan enter and bark at you to undress. They help, moreso strip you with tugs and yanks. Once you are naked they lay you on the metal table. They force you to bend your legs. You do not fight, too stunned to resist.

They poke and prod between your legs, a single digit slid inside, feeling around until they are content. They take your clothing and leave you, shivering and bare. You sit up and stare at the wall.

Another woman in brown enters. She nears with a parcel and puts it beside you, placing a pair of blue suede shoes on top. A simple word; ‘dress’.

She remains and watches you peel the paper back to reveal the blue dress, a fresh shift, stocking, and cape. You pull each piece on and the aunt helps impatiently, snapping into place the blue cape. You look at her but she will not meet your eye. She is not much older than you.

“Go out. The guardian will guide you.”

You cross the room, shuddering as you try to understand what is happening. It does not make any sense. This whole damn world has no sense.

You go out into the hall and the man in gray leads you on again. You walk with him, not behind him, this time. To what end, you are now completely unsure.

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ijustwantogohomehogwarts · 9 months

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e y e b r o w s

Tim and Reader are debating the only part of his face that needs some...help

Warnings and such: one swear word? Otherwise absolutely nothing! FLUFF!!

This is one of the fluffiest things I have written and pulled outta my drafts! There's 154 more and they'll be coming!!

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"It's not weird! You see me do it all the time!" I laughed, jumping up on the bathroom counter. I had just gotten out of the shower and thought i'd be able to go 5 minutes without my stage-5-clinger of a boyfriend. Of course, I was wrong, though Im not complaining....

"But you're a girl, it's different."

"It is not!"

He groaned, leaning across the counter to look at himself up close in the mirror. I watched him make faces, studying every part of his reflection. Even when he was being stupid, he was beautiful.

"Let me see," I smiled, grabbing his shoulder. He huffed and stood between my legs, hands on my bare thighs.

"You're soft," He cocked a smile, looking down at my skin.

"I smell nice too-" his face nuzzled into my neck before i could say anything else. "Tim!" I laughed as he inhaled deeply.

"Yeah, you do."

"Focus! Let me see." He stood up and rolled his eyes, looking at me with the upmost level of sarcasm. I grabbed his chin and tipped his face into different angles, eventually being overly dramatic just to make him laugh.

"Yeah, looks like your out of luck."

"Oh come on!" His gaze drifted back to his reflection in the mirror.

"What are you complaining about? You've obviously done it before!"

"It hurts! Why else do you think I dont stay on top of these things- dont!" He pressed a finger to my mouth.

'Because you're lazy,' I thought to myself.

"Let me do it."

"No!"

"It's not going to hurt!"

"Yes it is!"

"Fine, let the hair and make up people do it." I could see the thoughts spinning in his head. "They're going to be super busy, mad they have to spend more time to fix it, and you're gonna start your day pissed off and bright red!" I patted his cheek and made to get off the counter. "Sounds like a good idea!"

"Wait..." I smiled, hands holding his elbows. Even sitting on the counter, I had to look up at him. "Promise it's not going to hurt?"

"Would I ever lie to you?"

"About this, maybe." I gasped, slapping his chest playfully.

"You ass!" His hands grabbed my wrists, holding them gently. He pressed his lips to mine and let the kiss linger for a moment. I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. The things this man does to me!

"Are you sure?" He finally spoke, dropping my hands and resuming the facial expressions he was making in the mirror. Well, that moments over.

"Tim, you're 3 hairs away from a unibrow! It'll take me 5 minutes, 10 tops and you won't feel a thing!"

"Fine!" he sighed, out of arguments. "But if you mess any of this up," he gestured to his entire face, "you're gonna have a lot of people coming for you!"

"Too bad I'm still the one that's gotta look at you all day!" I kissed him quickly before he could pout- The same kiss he gave me moments ago.

I got out my supplies and went to work. I'm not sure what those hair and make up artists are doing to him- he flinched like crazy at first, but quickly relaxed into it. He stood quietly between my legs, eyes closed, and obliged me when I tipped his head this way and that way.

I took my time, giving myself the pleasure to look at his face. I live with him, I've been dating him for 3 years, I've known him for 20+ years, but it never feels like I get to look at him- not in this way. His skin was perfect, freckles were adorable, his lashes fluttered slightly as I pulled the last few hairs. He sighed heavily, pulling me from my thoughts. I set the tweezers down, put a hand on his shoulder and asked him to squat, just a little. His knees gave a light thud to the cabinet as he did.

I held the side of his face, turning his head each direction one more time before running my thumbs softly across his eyebrows. He sighed heavily again, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Impatient are we?" I whispered, "Do you have somewhere better to be?"

"In bed with my girl." The smile spread across his face. "All done?" He asked, opening his eyes.

"All done!" I smiled. He looked at me for a moment before standing up straight and stepping out from between my legs, leaning over the counter once more.

"Oh wow!" More silly faces. "I look good!"

I hopped off the counter, put everything away and stood behind him, arms wrapped around his torso. He had to lift an arm to be able to see me behind him.

"You always look good...but I like you better with two eyebrows instead of one."

"You're hired!"

"Hired?"

"Oh yeah! It's one thing if those hair and makeup people wanna beat my face with makeup," I couldn't help but laugh. "But when they go for the eyebrows- they're out for blood! Literally!"

"I'm glad you're happy!" I stepped in front of him, arms still around him as I pressed my chin to his chest, looking up at him. "Timmy?"

"Yes mon amour?"

"Will you let me shave your face?"

"One thing at a time, crazy lady!"

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bbyquokka · 11 months

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5:15 pm (hjs)

genre: timestamp, fluff, angst (if you squint) — MDNI!

warnings: gn! reader, established relationship, insecure reader, pet names

words: 1.2k ~ (1278)

a/n: i was watching the intro vid to 5 star, saw jisung's hair, fell in love with him all over again and this is the result. direction of it wasn't planned, it just happened because my brain said so

♡ m.list — ♡ you can also read it on my ao3

dont repost. dont translate. minors, ageless & default blogs; dni! feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

“let me braid your hair!” you whine for the nth time. jisung let's out a soft sigh before pushing his round glasses up to rest on the bridge of his nose.

“why would you want to do that?”

“because it's so pretty and long now. i just want to braid it and put it in a ponytail. i wanna play with your hair, ji before you get it all cut short.” you say with a pout.

“fine! but just this once, ok?” he laughs softly as he watches you rush to the bedroom to gather accessories, hair ties and a brush.

during the process, jisung moved and situated himself on the wooden floor by the sofa. you rush to him, sitting on the sofa and spreading your legs to allow him to shuffle between them.

he turns his attention to the tv as you grab the brush. you gently run it through his long, silver and grey hair to free his hair from any knots. you place the brush down by your side before gently running your fingers through it slowly.

your fingers become lost in the sea of hair. the soft strands tickling your fingertips. jisung hums softly in contentment, his body relaxing at the soft and gentle gesture.

“does that feel nice, ji?” he hums softly as he nods. you smile to yourself before reaching around to the front of his face. you gather his hair together, leaving a few strands to hand in front of his face.

you part his hair down the middle, gathering one side up into a high pony. you giggle to yourself as you secure the strands in pink elastic before doing the same to the other side. you add in a few colourful butterfly clips before handing jisung the mirror.

“whatcha think?” you giggle. jisung takes the mirror, his brows furrowed together as he checks out the hairstyle.

“babeee!” he whines, “you said you'd braid it.”

“i know, i know! but you look so adorable!”

“really?” he looks up at you to which you hum before leaning down and gently kissing the tip of his cute nose.

“really really. but i will braid it, don't worry ji.”

you take out the clips and the elastics before brushing out his hair again. you run your fingers through it a few times, taking in the softness and how healthy and long his hair currently is.

“i love your hair. it's so soft and healthy.”

“the advantages of having good quality hair products.” he says with a chuckle. “seeing how much i dye it, it has to look and feel healthy.”

“mhm. i'm slightly jealous.” you say as you start to braid his hair.

“why?”

“because you're so perfect and flawless, ji. you're so handsome and beautiful. everyone loves and adores you. you don't have a single flaw about you. sometimes i wonder…” you pause, feeling a lump burn in your throat suddenly as the feeling of insecurity hits you hard.

“what do you wonder, baby?” his voice is soft and gentle as he is quick to pick up on the way your voice quivers, no matter how hard you try to cover it up.

“sometimes i wonder why you're with me.” your voice is nothing but a small and gentle whisper, in hopes he didn’t hear you–which he did.

“i'm with you because i love you.”

“i know but, you're you and i'm me.” you secure the ends of his braid with an elastic, before scanning for any imperfections such as lumps and bumps.

“i don't understand, baby.”

“i'm just me. meaning i'm basic. i have flaws, i'm not perfect. i get insecure sometimes because i look at other people, people who are so much better than me in terms of looks and talents and i can't stop myself from thinking that you'd be so much better off with them than me.”

“baby–”

regret rises to the surface before sinking deep in your stomach. you swallow that burning lump that refuses to go away before quickly wiping your eyes.

“forget it.” you hastily say, “forget i said anything. let's just continue being happy and act like i haven't just ruined the mood.” you say with a sullen laugh. you rise to your feet to clear up the hair products.

a hand wraps around your wrist, gently pulling you down on jisung's lap to straddle him. your eyes widen at the surprising action before you sheepishly look down. you idly play with the material of his t-shirt and his silver neck chain, not wanting to make eye contact with him because if you do, you'll cry.

“look at me.” he gently strokes your hair and cheeks before slowly tracing your jawline with his finger. he hooks his finger under your chin, lifting it up so you're forced to look at him.

your eyes scan his facial features. from how plump his bottom lip is to the small, delicate mole on his cheek. the dam breaks, tears suddenly falling down your cheeks slowly.

“don't cry, my love.” he gently hushes you, raking his fingers through your hair slowly. he gently pushes you against his chest, encouraging you to put all your weight on him.

the softness of his skin, his touch and the rhythmic thumping of his heart rate calms you down to some extent. negative thoughts rush through your mind, thoughts you don't want to think but you can't help. An unwelcome guest that’s no stranger to you.

jisung rocks you back and forth, hushing and cooing you gently as he rubs your back and strokes your hair. a few minutes later, you manage to calm down as you pull away, sniffling.

“want to know why i'm with you and not someone else?” you look down, nodding slowly. “because you make me feel things i haven't felt nor never felt in a very very long time, yn.”

you look up at him, his expression so soft and eyes glossed over and shiny with so much love and admiration for you.

“i feel happy, excited. i feel like i'm the luckiest man on this planet. you may think i don't have flaws because you see me as this perfect being but i have flaws. everyone has some type of flaw. i'm not always perfect baby. i still have a lot to learn but with you by my side, i know it's going to be ok.”

“but what abo–”

“i don't want no one else but you. you're perfect to me. whether it be a good day, bad day. whether your hair is unwashed or you've been living in the same clothing for days, i don't care. i want that. you're human, you're real. you're true to yourself and to everyone else. i like that about you and it's what makes me love you so much.”

“ji..” your bottom lip sticks out as your eyes well up with tears yet again.

“i see myself with you and only you. just like how you see me as perfect and flawless is how i see you. i love you yn. i'm head over heels, a hundred percent smitten for you.”

“i love you too.” you sob. the negative thoughts and feelings washing away with each kind and gentle word you hear. the reassurance from jisung puts your mind, soul and heart at rest.

nothing but love overpowers your body once again as you lean in to kiss jisung softly. he holds onto your waist, pulling you closer so you're sat in his crotch. you place your hands on his cheeks as you both bask in the warmth of each other;

in the warmth that's called love.

tags (open): @sstarryoong ; @myprwttyhan ; @fairylouist ; @septicrebel ; @bbujiikseu ; @alyszaen ; @writerracha ; @hyunluvxo ; @aestheticsluut ; @xcookiemonsteer

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stealingpotatoes · 8 months

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The last episode of Ahsoka-

Literally- blow my mind- I had to stand up at least 3 times cause I was just so ???!!!!! !?!?!?!?!?!?!!??

Words can’t describe

The feeling that felt - xD

YEAH IM GONNA GO INSANE UNDER THE CUT ONE SECOND:

BITING THE FUCKING DRYWALL. BITING THE DRYWALL GNAWING CLAWING AND EATING IT. IM JUST. WHEN THE STAR WARS IS GOOD!! WHEN THE FANSERVICE ACTUALLY MAKES SENSE!!!! LIKE YES WE GOT TO SEE TCW ANAKIN AND TCW AHSOKA IN LIVE ACTION BUT IT ALSO ADDED TO THE STORY AND GAVE US CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT FOR AHSOKA AND SAID YEAH, THE FUN TONE OF CLONE WARS WAS BC THE CHARACTERS COULDN'T DEAL WITH IT ANY OTHER WAY. THEY WERE PEACEKEEPERS AND CHILD SOLDIERS WATCHING FRIENDS DIE ON THE DAILY AND IF THEY DIDNT JOKE THEN THE GRIEF WOULD TAKE OVER. AND THEY DONT SEE THAT IN THE MOMENT BUT ADULT AHSOKA REALISES HOW STRANGE IT IS

AND YEAH HAVING HER PLAYED BY A CHILD (also wow ariana greenblatt does such a good job i literally cant not imagine her when i think of babysoka now) RLLY DRIVES HOME HOW YOUNG SHE WAS. HOW FUCKED UP IT WAS. BUT ALSO WHAT THE CONSEQUENCES OF WAR ARE!! ALL THIS SAID WHILE FORCE SENSITIVE CHILD JACEN'S SO HEAVILY IN THIS EPISODE. AND W THE KANAN MENTION!!!! LIKE ITS POINTING OUT LOOK THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS IN WAR AND IF AHSOKA DOESN'T END THIS THEN JACEN WILL HAVE TO BE LIKE HER AND HIS FATHER AND I AM ONCE AGAIN BITING AT THE DRYWALL. IT DIDNT JUST GIVE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT IT GRABS YOU BY THE FACE AND SAYS THE RETURN OF THE EMPIRE IS SERIOUS. WAR IS SERIOUS. ITS NOT THE CARTOON YOU GREW UP WITH.

AND ALL OF ANAKIN JUST GESTURES TO ALL OF THAT. HAYDEN SLAYED SERVED CUNT THROUGHOUT HE'S SUCH A GREAT ANAKIN NOW HE HAD SO MUCH RANGE TO THE CHARACTER AND THE FLICKERING ANIVADER AND RED LIGHTSABER. HE'S BOTH AT ONCE AND AHSOKA HAS TO ACCEPT THIS AND IM EATING DRYWALL AGAIN.

calming down for 2 seconds the cinematography was great this episode and the pacing was a definite improvement from ep1, which filoni also directed! this played into his directing strengths a lot better w the action and emotion. i won't lie i'm still not sold on the show as a whole i do think eps 1-3 were okay i guess, 4 was a step up and 5 is like. wow ok go girl. also the way they used anivader in this episode made me rlly sad for the kenobi show bc that show should've been smthn like this, using him as a vision for obi-wan's development instead of the villain of the show bc thats a tired fight but hey! this is abt ahsoka not kenobi i digress. SPEAKING OF loved how it was actually ABOUT the titular character for once. anyway. going insane. i don't have too much faith the show can keep this up but i'll be happy if it can reach smthn close to this as it goes on

#ahsoka spoilers #thanks for the ask!

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chiiyuuvv · 9 months

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CAR DRIVE - MINJAE °

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"Minjae, I said I'm fine.." I whine, crossing my arms and pouting as he drags me to his car. "You've been inside studying all day! Take a break, you'll thank me later." Minjae says, grunting as I deadweight him.

"Please?" He pleads, giving me puppy eyes as he lightly drops my hand. "Fine.." I give in almost immediately, causing minjae to smile brightly. He holds my hand again, leading me to his car as he opens the door, lightly pushing me in and putting on my seatbelt.

"Jae, you dont have to this.." I laugh at his kind gestures, lightly shooing away his hand. He doesnt respond but smile softly, his cheeks turning to a light shade of pink. He gets into the driver's seat a few minutes later, plugging in his phone and turning on some music.

"Where are we going?" I ask as he buckles his seatbelt, his hands moving to the steering wheel. "..anywhere.." he answers after a while. "..away.." he smiles, turning on the car.

I smile back, leaning my head back against the seat and humming along with the song, looking out the window. "The clouds look really pretty.." I lightly trace it was my finger. "Yeah.." minjae says as we stop at a red light, turning to look at my direction.

Our eyes lock as I turn around, figuring he was looking at me and not the clouds. "What?" I ask innocently as minjae quickly avoids my glance, his cheeks going pink again. Raising my eyebrow, I slowly bring my finger to his cheek, poking it lightly.

"S-stop it! I'm driving!!" Minjae laughs as he waves my hand away, trying to focus on the road. I laugh too, dropping my head on his shoulder.

"Minjae.." I say softly as his breath hitches, letting out a nervous "hmm?"

"Thank you.." I smile genuinely as I close my eyes, wrapping my arm around his. "It's nothing.." he says softly, patting my head before putting his full attention on driving, turning up the music.

"Is there any song you want to listen to?" Minjae asks after a while, passing me his phone as I lift my head from his shoulder. I quickly type in my favorite song before placing the phone on my lap.

"This one?" His eyes widen as he points to his phone. I nod eagerly, cracking my neck as I prepare to scream the lyrics.

WHO GOT THE MOVES?!

LOOK AT MY SHOES!

We shout at the same time, looking at each other as we laugh loudly. We take turns busting out random dance moves, ignoring the weird looks we get from the other drivers.

"Okay okay!!" I laugh, shaking my hands as the song ends. "I think if I scream one more time I'm gonna lose my voice!" I exclaim, breathing heavily as I try to catch my breath.

"I bet this is definitely better than studying to death." He says, smirking at me cutely as he wipes some sweat from his brows.

"N-no I just-"

"Just admit it," he smiles, laughing softly making me scoff. "Yeah yeah whatever," I roll my eyes playfully, looking out the window again. "Good~" he coos, continuing to drive.

The car comes to a stop a few moments later. "What are we doing?" I question, watching minjae get out of the car and walk around it, opening my door. "Come on," he offers his hand, holding it out as I unbuckle my seatbelt, grabbing it hesitantly.

As soon as I step out of the car he let's go of my hand, bring both of his to cover my eyes. "M-minjae!!" I shout fearfully, making minjae laugh. "It's alright.." he whispers. "Just follow me, okay?" I nod, following his movements.

After a couple seconds he brings his hands down. "You can open your eyes now.." my eyes flutter open, a gasp leaving my mouth as I watch the sunset. "What do you think..?" He steps beside me, his face filled with worry.

"I-it's beautiful.." I struggle to find words, as minjae smiles at my reaction. The pink hue slowly changes to orange, then purple as the sun goes down. Minjae sits on the grassy ground, tugging my hand softly.

I turn to him, smiling as I sit beside him, his arm wrapping around my waist to pull me closer. "Do you remember when we first met?" He asks randomly, his eyes staring down me as I nod, laughing softly.

"We were at the park and I stuffed a crayon up my nose," I burst out laughing, wiping my eyes as I rethink that moment. "I still dont know why you did that.." minjae laughs lightly, shaking his head as he looks down at me.

"Minjae! The stars!" I point, my eyes lighting up as I look at the sky, my head resting on his shoulder. "It's so pretty.." I mutter, unaware that minjae was not looking at the stars, but at me.

"Yeah.." his eyes fill up with love as he moves some hair away from my face, smiling softly.

A/n: I felt so single while writing this

#xikers #xikers drabbles #xikers fanfic #xikers fluff #xikers imagines #kpop #taeyong #xikersau #xikers au #xikers fanfiction #Spotify #xikers minjae #minjae #minjae xikers #spotify #soft imagine #minjae x reader

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cyclic-laughter · 29 days

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https://www.tumblr.com/can-i-make-image-descriptions/704588725997404160/general-guide-for-image-descriptions?source=share

when i write this response i in no way intend to direct hate towards anonymous in any way, despite the outwardly passive aggressive gesture of simply sending me a link to a 'how-to' guide on how to do image descriptions, rather than using your words and inquiring from within in a more mature and proper manner

i love the dedication, truly i do, to wanting to create a more interactive and accessible space for people on the internet who may have difficulties with their sight—the internet is a space for everyone i am not accusing you of being aspirationatwork, but i've seen you around on other blogs and i have reason to suspect that anonymous may be part of this, and if it is you, get off my page i have you blocked for a reason

aside from that of course i'd like to post image descriptions with my art, i often dont because my posts tend to be a one-and-done thing, never with too much thought put into them, and i do appreciate the reminder to encapsulate such in my posts to create a more accessible space and i admire your cause & agree with your stance, but i do wish that the people who brought attention to this accessibility issue would be far less rude & completely needless when spreading their word i have friends who have been unnecessarily insulted & harassed, pressured into doing these descriptions—while it may be effective, is it ethical to cause distress among artists simply for not adhering to your needs, especially if they were never made aware of it effectively before? you are essentially shooting yourself in the foot & giving yourself a horrible rep by doing so

this isnt to say i havent been made aware of this before, and far more maturely, at that—though, i never did take the time to put descriptions on my images despite saying that i would, or at least try to remember to

perhaps the future will allow for better things to come & for my silly ass to remember that able people like me are not the only people existing on this platform

sorry for the long ramble that may or may not make sense

use your words next time, thanks

#cyclones bullshitting #very not a fan of this approach #immature and incessantly rude

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readinglatenights · 8 months

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beach boy - jeremiah fisher

ummm first post, first fanfic, first literal EVEYTHING!!! (plz feedback in replies i also take requests dont be too mean ok love u guys)

warnings and stuff: fluff, set up for a possibly pt 2

premise: ur new at cousins beach, love at first sight, jeremiah being beautiful alert!!! ermm no use of y/n bc it takes me out sometimes idk guys let me know

Jeremiah Fisher was walking up the beach, carrying his surfboard towards the bridge that connected the shore to the pavement when he saw you. You were setting up your beach equipment, alone. He looks around to see if you were accompanied by any girlfriends, or a boyfriend. You look over and smile at the sun-kissed boy looking in your direction, and he decides to make his way over to you. You quickly throw on your swimsuit cover up and sit down, acting casual. He brushes his fingers through his dirty blonde locks, still wet with ocean water and asks, "Hey, I haven't seen you at the club. Are you new in Cousins?" You look into his piercing blue eyes and take in his beach boy tan, stunned that someone like him even approached you. "Uh, yeah," You say, suddenly aware of your appearence. "Something like that. I just moved into the New England area so now this is going to be my summer for the forseeable future." You glance back at him, "What about you? You live here?" He smiles, as you gesture for him to sit next to you in the sand. "I go here every summer." I looks at you before deciding to say, "But never have I ever seen a girl as pretty as you at the beach. Especially alone?" You blush, looking down. He paused for a second gauging your reaction, "What's your name, by the way? I'm Jeremiah, people call me Jere." You tell him your name, digging your feet into the sand. You stop for a second, wondering what to say next, "What do people do for fun around here? I'm not really accustomed to the whole 'rich-kid-beach-town' vibe yet." He smiled, laughing, ""Are you kidding me? We all have parties, every night. You just gotta find the right group. There's a party at the bonfire this Saturday. I can give you the address if you want." "Really?" You say, stunned at his willingness to invite me. "Yeah, that'd be really nice." You grin. "Do you know anyone around here? I think maybe I should start making friends or something." He looks at you and smiles, "I do. It's one of the things I love about Cousins the most, the people," He paused for a moment, making sure he was thinking of the right words and right tone. He didn't want to sound too forward. "I, uh, I'd also like to hang out more, get to know you better," He looks down at the sand. "I think you're cute." "I'd love that." You smiled, genuinely. You toss your beach waved hair and bend over to grab your phone, from your chair. You give it to him, "Put in whatever digits you so desire," you joke. He types his phone number in your phone. "I should go home and get ready for the party, but I want to see you again before then, can I take you to dinner tonight?" You blush, turning a deep pink on your already tanned skin. "Dinner? I wouldn't know where to go but... sure! You drive?" You grab your phone back and save his contact. "Of course, pick you up at seven?" He walked over to his beach bag and started packing up his swimwear and towel. "I already know where I'm gonna take you," he smirked. You start to pick up your stuff from the sand. He turns around, walking backwards as he looks at you one more time. He knew meeting you was going to alter the course of his summer.

#jeremiah fisher #tsitp #tsitp s2 #team jeremiah #meeting on the beach is so cute what #beach date #the summer i turned pretty #cousins #first fic ermmm

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dimepdf · 2 years

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SECRET RELATIONSHIP. + THE BATGANG

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summary. the batman gang but you're in a low-key relationship with them.

author's note. more bat-gang brainrot. all I can do is rewatch the same silly little movie and kick my feet in the air while gigging like a schoolgirl until another silly musty male appears in my life.

pairing. riddler x reader, batman x reader, joker x reader

warnings. angst, fluff, language, mature theme, violence, sadistic joker, emo bruce, soft edward, minor sexual theme, unhealthy relationship, mentions of exhibitionism | - feedback is always welcomed & dont forget to reblog 💙 800+ w.c.

BRUCE!

Bruce, honestly, with having to juggle his personal life and his alter ego, doesn't necessarily forget about you, but the plans that you two make together do sometimes slip his mind, not on purpose, though he's just a really busy man.

When you first proposed the idea of you two being romantic on the low, he was pretty understanding of the whole idea; he's Gotham’s most famous bachelor. Do you honestly think he hasn't kept a couple of secrets from the media spotlight?

Though he's really good at keeping your relationship lowkey, he does get very uncomfortable seeing someone trying to flirt with you. He looks even more depressed and gloomy watching you chat freely with a guy who's being a little too touchy-feely. It honestly makes him more self-conscious of himself than angry.

Bruce is shit with his emotions and especially when it comes to the romantic sense, you're going to have to consider literally everything, especially when it comes to hookup calls.

If you aren't blunt and forward with your intentions in text, he might take it as you just wanting to hangout, or worse, his paranoia will kick in and he’s standing there still in the Bat suit outside your fire escape waiting like a cat for you to open the window to let him in.

If anyone asks about you, he desperately tries to keep his composer, but that man is stumbling over at least a few words before he just settles with a "I can't say that I know her well enough." before avoiding the topic anymore and slipping away.

THE RIDDLER!

I think Edward would honestly be the only one who would actually seriously stick to you two being lowkey. He’s very paranoid whenever he goes anywhere in public, so he usually only travels during the night to better blend in. He's always cautious when he's just by himself, so he's definitely more cautious whenever you two are out in public together.

He knows it kind of hurts your feelings whenever you’re both in a crowded area and his mind is just telling him that he has to walk a few feet ahead of you, so no one expects that you're together.

In general, he isn't much of a PDA person in the first place, so don't expect many coupley gestures in general; it's just something he's trying to get used to since you're most likely his first partner. In private, the most he does is cuddle against you because he is very touch starved.

Whenever you reach your hand in his direction, he takes it and leans against you like a personal pillow.

Whenever he's doing his funky little terrorist plotting about bombing the entrance of Gotham with his little incel follower army, he picks a corner of the room that he sits in or makes sure that you are not in view as you sit in a chair across the room and do your own thing, trying not to bother him.

THE JOKER!

Sometimes he fucking hates it.

I think the Joker wouldn’t honestly care either way. Your relationship is going to be a secret. It's mostly for your safety. You two would never have been seen together in public since he doesn't want your identity tied to his.

Since he is a fucking dirty criminal, don't expect any typical romantic dates. He's obviously not doing anything in the public eye, but he does have his moments, like the time he massacred an entire restaurant that was run by a gang he was in flews with, making his mobsters clear a table and guard all the exits. He made sure to keep at least a handful of staff alive so they could serve your favorite dishes. He's cutting corners, showing you off mostly to his groupies.

He's a very possessive man.

Just because the entire world can’t know that you're his, he's going to damn well make it known to the people close to him. I like to think that he brags about you to other gang leaders and criminals, just never disclosing your identity. "Well, gotta run, guys.

The doll wants me home." He’s such a fucking dork that he just uses nicknames whenever he's referring to you. Never really on purpose, he just calls you whatever because it rolls off the tongue. Since he can’t show you off to the public, don't expect him to not be overly cheesy while you're in private.

Though he is pretty fucking sadistic, the Joker does have a soft side, but only when it comes to you and don’t expect it to come out when he’s doing business. He has a hard time trying to switch from boss to boyfriend mode, so unless you're a horny freaky fuck and like to mix a little pain with your pleasure, I wouldn't bother him whenever he’s doing his dirty work.

But, that doesn't mean he doesn't take the rare opportunity to show you off just a tiny bit. Something about having you strip for him in front of one of his defenseless, tied up victims makes it impossible for the man to not bend you over and fuck you stupid as it is the last thing the victims see before he disposes of them.

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my-mummy-dust · 1 year

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All mine. (Rossi x reader)

Summary: a news anchor gets a little too creepy and Rossi feels the need to remind you you’re his.

Warnings: it gets steamy. Not exactly smut, but very close to it, cursing, brief mentions of a rapist unsub, criminal minds violence, grammar/spelling errors. Word count: 1.9k

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‘Never in my life have i seen the press be this persistent.”

Emily said looking while out the window, a shocked look on her face. There was a swarm of cameras and microphones engulfing the SUV.

‘What’s the plan Rossi? We cant just walk out and tell them we dont have any leads.’

‘I thought JJ took care of the press.’

Rossi said, ignoring your question. His tone aggravated.

“She did, sir-‘

‘So what is this?”

He retorted, gesturing to the crowd of news anchors. You sighed and shrugged, putting on your sunglasses as a last ditch attempt to save your vision.

“So what do we do?”

Prentiss asked Rossi, repeating your previous question.

‘Push your way through the crowd. Don’t stop, and for the love of god do not say a thing about the case. Theres already been two damn leaks about it. Thats why they’re back.’

You and prentiss met each others gaze, a look of exhaustion and misery in both of your eyes. The three of you nodded and opened the doors, pushing through the crowd, trying to make it to the safety of the sheriffs office.

After what felt like a never ending walk, the three of you met back with the rest of the team. After a brief discussion about hat to do about the crowd outside the sheriffs office. Hotch told you and Rossi to go out and try to ward them off, but not to give them any new information.

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The two of you had been taking turns answering questions infront of dozens of cameras for what felt like hours, but was only 45 minutes. You noticed this one guy push his was to the front over the corse of those 45 minuets. He looked no older than 19 with messy, unkept hair and clothes. That didnt bother you, it was the way he looked at you. At one point you swore you saw him licking his lips while undressing you with his eyes. You gently nudged Rossi with your elbow, gesturing to the guy in a way the anchors wouldnt notice, but he would. You could tell by the look on his face he noticed.

‘Agent l/n will take one more question, then we’ll be done for the day’

Rossi said, looking at you, and stepping closer, resting his hand on the small of your back.The first voice you herd was a mans. Looking in the direction it was in, and to your dismay, it was the creeps.

‘You, in the black t-shirt’

You called out to him, deciding to bite the bullet and answer the question hes been so desperate to asl you.

‘What do you think of what the unsub is doing to his victims? Knowing that all of the victims look unmistakably beautiful like you?”

‘I’m sorry, what?”

You answered before Rossi could even open his mouth. The unsub you were dealing with was a sexual sadist who would tourture his victims, then rape them post-mortem. And yes, his victimology type looked eerily like you. From the hair and eye color, down to the height and skin tone.

‘How do you feel, knowing theres a guy who kills women like you, then has his way with them?”

he spoke slowly, making sure he got the most out of every word. You could tell he was getting off on this. Feeling the hand on your lower back press a little harder; you knew Rossi knew too.

‘Well, for one, i think it’s absolutely disgusting. My team and i are doing everything in out power and more to get him before he can do more harm.’

As you spoke, you looked around at the other cameras, adddressing them, but the creep kept his eyes trained on you. Every time you looked in his direction, his eyes were always skimming up and down your body, his gaze always too low down to be looking at your face.

‘Really? Because I think-‘

‘I think we’re done here. We will not be taking and more questions at this time. Rossi turned twards you, the two of you exchanged a nod and walked away as the anchors tried to talk over each other, the blinding flashes continuing. You could tell by the way Rossi was tense, by the wat he didnt talk, by the way his hands were clenched in fists, how the words stung him.

‘How’d it go?”

Hotch asked, his brow knitting together when he noticed how upset Rossi was.

‘Those damn creeps’

JJ and Emily gave you a knowing look and you returned it with a shrug. Hotch turned to look at you.

‘Are you ok?”

It was his job to keep his team safe. It didnt matter where, on the field or with the press alike, his job was to make sure every person with him was safe, no matter what.

‘I’m fine, just some messed up kid who gets off on this type of stuff. We didnt tell them anything new, just reworded old information like you said.’

Hotch nodded.

‘Good, next time if you dont want to go let me know, ok?”

You nodded and smiled a thanks, when Rossi finally spoke.

‘Y/n, Cara, can i talk to you about something?”

‘Sure what’s up?”

You felt a chill run down your spine at the use of your first name coming hastily from his mouth. He started walking and you shot the three a worried glance. Prentiss mouthed ‘good luck’ as you turned and walked away, following Rossi. He led you to a rather large storage closet that was down the hall and a few turns away from everyone else.

He closed the door behind you and turned the light on, glancing over you once as he walked forward, closing his eyes and tilting his head; smashing his lips into yours. You felt your heart pounding in your ears as he pulled away just as you started to kiss him back. The two of you stood there, the air around you hot and heavy. Rossi’s head was still tilted, his lips parted. They were just touching yours, while he lingered there.

David Rossi knew exactly what he was doing. He wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. On of his legs between yours. Resting his other hand on the back of your head, you reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck. He didnt kiss you, his head kept completely still. You squirmed in his arms, the anticipation of another kiss getting to you.

‘Dave..’

You finally breathed out, starting to get anxious.

‘I am..’

He started before finally kissing you again, cutting himself off. This time you didn’t hesitate to kiss him back. Just before you felt a moan escape your lips he stopped once again, his lips now hovering over yours.

‘The only one..’

Rossi started kissing down your jawline, taking his sweet time as he places sloppy kisses until he reached you ear. Then his voice got very low and breathy as he finished the last but of his sentence.

‘Who can look at you like that.’

His breath was hot on your ear and neck. Anytime you’d squirm, his grip around your waist would tighten.

‘Am i clear?”

When he noticed you nod. You herd him mutter a ‘good’ under his breath as he planted more hot, aimless kisses behind your ear and down your neck. You moved your arms a little, grabbing fistfuls of his suit jacket, pulling him closer.

Once he got to the base of your neck he lifted his head once again and kissed you roughly. Slowly taking steps forward, shuffling you back until your back made contact with the wall. You tilted you head back so the top of his hand was also touching the wall. Rossi straightened up, pushing himself against you completely, leaving no space between the two of you. He gradually moved his hands to your face, holding it still as he completely overtook you.not that you we complaining. You dropped your hands from his, holding onto his wrists, muttered moan escaping your lips as you tried to match the passion he had.

‘Holy….fuck mio dolce*’

He hissed as his hands started nipping at the buttons on your top. You rested a hand on his, stopping him.

‘We’re in a storage closet Dave’

You moaned out quietly.

‘Okay?”

You felt a smile creep onto your lips. His hands kept working to h bottom the first few buttons under your grip.

‘David you’re relentless’

‘e tu sei mio**’

He purred, dropping his hands from your shirt and wrapping them around your waist, dropping his head and roughly kissing a spot on your neck. You winced as you felt him nip at your neck, you brought your hands up to his head and tangled your fingers in his already crazy hair. You arched your back and herd Rossi curse under his breath in Italian, bringing his hands up your back, pulling you closer. Dropping your head back you stared at the ceiling, your breath hitched as kissed back up you jaw, this time on the other side. You felt your hands drop from his head and lay idly at your side.

David pulled away for a second and grabbed both of your hands and put them together, holding them above your head with one of his. The top of one of your hands in the palm of the other, your elbows bent out to the side. Standing up straighter, your eyes met his. He leaned forward and kissed everywhere he could, using his free hand to grab at your thigh, pulling it up to his waist. You shifted, adjusting your canter of balance.

‘Oh god, David,”

“Hmm?”

He hummed, marveling at how your body sang with every touch.

A knock at the door tore you both back to earth.

‘Shit,’

He muttered under his breath as he sloppily kissed you once again, as if to make sure you wouldn’t make any suspicious noises.

‘Dave? Are you, uh, okay in there? It’s been over half an hour’

Hotch sounded concerned on the other side of the door. Your eyes flew open, gasping softly when you herd the voice of your boss.

‘We’re fine, Aaron.’

You were shocked that he sounded perfectly normal, but you remembered he’s also had three wives.

‘Okay, well were about to meet together, Morgan and Reid are back from the crime scene’

‘Be right out’

Rossi called out as he looked back at you, then learned to your ear, whispering to you one more time.

‘all mine. Mine and mine only’

Before letting go of your leg and your hands and straightening out his suit, combing a hand through his hair and tightening his tie before walking to the door, resting his hand on the doorknob.

‘Are you ready my love?”

He asked, turning his head to look back at you, a blushing mess trying to straighten out your shirt and hair. You nodded.

‘Do i look okay?”

‘Absolutely stunning.’

You smiled and he left the stuffy closet, turning the light off and closing the door behind you. You walked into the conference room the BAU had converted into a makeshift evidence room, hotch giving Rossi a coy look as prentiss looked at you, raised a brow; parting her lips to speak, then deciding it was best not to.

Rossi noticed the shocked looks of confusion that everyone had and raised his hands, as if he was surrendering.

‘We talked.’

Morgan snorted.

‘Reid. What did you and Morgan find at the crime scene, anything?”

Hotch tried to direct the attention back to the case before it got too out of hand, but that didn’t stop the shocked looks everyone else gave you; and that certainly didn’t stop the sly, satisfied look he had on his face for the rest of the day.

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*my sweet

**and you are mine

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A/n: this was not supposed to be this steamy. Thank you @0and0its0doctor0 for helping me!!

#criminal minds fanfiction #I’m going to hell for this #david Rossi #it got steamy

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larrythefloridaman · 2 years

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Been rewatching bits and pieces of cpuk season one for fun and taking notes of funny stuff we dont talk about much in the discord and thinking abt it in the context of later seasons/information and its very fun. This is stuff from 1-5 (will likely update as i get further in this partial rewatch, under readmore for spoilers of later parts of the series and keeping the post short)

Hamhel and dadondorf apparently taught jimbo 'butt/butts' is a swear word but 'fuck' isnt. Jimbo is really interested in music as we know but also distinctly very bad at it. Jimbo's biological parents are dead, but left him a LOT of money and as a result spending too much money on shit he doesn't need became his favorite coping mechanism and, following the divorce, he used up all of his inheritance money and started dipping into the family funds, which is when Dadon and him start having Problems. Jimbo is extremely hamhel's kid neither of them should be trusted with any kind of power. Jimbo, i know you've been through a lot and the dad that was demonstrably better at connecting with you is being Fucked Up And Evil Right Now but honey, the shopping addiction is not gonna make your life any stabler. listen to zzzzzzoey. go to therapy. 'Jimbo tried to summon satan to kill his dad' is a thing thats said. Which. gestures in crimson's general direction. funny. Jimbo is peak 'remember when you were 15 and convinced you were evil and irredeemable but really you were just 15' except at this point hes like, 13 max im pretty sure and also hes Really stupid (affectionate.) (CPUK1)

Dadondorf is personal friends with Cranky Kong. Hamhel claims he threw a match in winners finals against Dad to give him a fighting chance and I think he's full of shit as ever <3 Dadondorf to Jimbo: "I'm sorry, It's just- I know you miss your other dad, but we'll get through this together." bro dont talk to me about to wring hamhel's dumbass neck, you dumb son of a bitch meat man abandoning your family for demonic power to recapture your glory days im gonna KILL Y- hes better now its fine im fine theyre fine. man imagining what the winners finals and championship match between dadon and hamhel at the end of cpuk1 would be like with season 2-3 style voiceacted storytelling has me fucked up. itd kill me i think .

Zzzzzoey's apparently like. 18 years old in cpuk1????? If thats still canonical shes in her fuckin. early 20s now. what the Fuck. more like a cool big sister to Jimbo convincing him to go to therapy and helping him reconcile with his dad like that than a peer. (CPUK1)

Patchman apparently worships some kind of obscure scarecrow harvest god called Scarny, and either his ratspeak was kind of rusty or he genuinely briefly forgot what science was because when he called Zapmouse the work of the devil and Zapmouse corrected him by saying he was a product of science he said he didnt believe in scientology. Zapmouse is explicitly an atheist. Zapmouse also likes to use elaborate threats to get his point across. Zapmouse ended a friendship and threatened to rip out a person's teeth for patronizing him by calling him their pet to explain why they were talking to a rat. (CPUK2)

Grundy, the Grunk's brother, has a confirmed skin, he's represented by the green bowser when they talk about him during the Grunk's intro! He and the Grunk lived in Tennessee, and he's a famous and respected restauranteur specialized in Southern Comfort Food whose critical opinion is so highly respected a bad yelp review from him can tank businesses. He, and I quote, 'sucks.' they talk about grundy so much in the grunk's debut episode it's kinda funny that he's never shown up. They even raise the idea of introducing him as a fighter at some point. although considering his brother died being part of kerfuffle and then he kept doing it and let his son participate too, i dont blame him for not wanting to get involved. People apparently start beef with the Grunk sometimes just for being related to Grundy, considering sauceboss. maybe they just don't. talk anymore. (CPUK4)

Home MD really likes fish and cares about the ocean as an environment, Alfred even throwing out the idea that he wears black in grim remembrance of the Mozilla Oil Spill. i wonder if this interest was present before the time loop or if it developed during. What im asking is what came first hackshifter aquarium dates or home md getting just like really into maintaining his doctors office fish tank as a coping mechanism. Did Larry frequently get into physical altercations with litterers at the beach growing up or is that new. They say Home MD saw Finding Dory and cried. they also, unrelated, say Home is so old he canonically uses internet explorer. Fucking mean to him!!! he's like 25ish at this point in the loop! I know he has the exhaustion in his eyes of a man twice that age but leave him alone!!!!!!! (CPUK4) (Sidenote its so fucking funny to me that even during the home timeloop larry was picking fights with hamhel. He wants to kick that old mans ass so bad but it'll never happen. I think larry greets hamhel every time they meet by trying to put him in a headlock and casually failing. Their weird frenemy relationship is so funny to me)

Firefox is a Mega-Corporation that has its fingers in lots of things, the browser's just the main thing they do. So in the kerfuffleverse mozilla as a company is kinda like google as a company is in the real world. Mozillas dead as hell and Nightly hates his ass and has understandably complicated feelings about family but it's unclear in my memory if he's still like, involved with the company or the rest of his family in any way. Is nightly a disowned out of touch ex-richboy or what (CPUK4)

it is funny that the lowkey bloodlust has been whats stuck about Corn most into the present from her debut. Alfred: "corn really just put a knife to this man's (home md) neck and said 'i'm here to take your blood.'" She craves violence and always has and i respect it (CPUK4)

ICEE was a huge superfan of ICEE who got sponsored as a result of him promoting the brand through his very public love of it abd as such has some amount of unofficial pull with the company. Spriteman is not sponsored. The coca cola company does not want to be associated with Spriteman in any way, shape, or form. his sheer violent feverish devotion to that citrus soft drink is completely fucking unmarketable to them. If cpu kerfuffle wasn't distinctly unaffected by the law he'd probably be getting sued for so aggressively stanning their product in such an intensely unflattering way on a public platform. Also christ in a clown car he was stuck perfect for SO LONG he went perfect between cpuk3 and cpuk4, and didn't recover until cpuk20. This man was in a feral state and not fully in control of himself for a bit under 2 years i think? he is So rusty at being a human. In the first episode he was 'Perfect,' he seemed fairly lucid, which is. Upsetting. because it implies that he slowly lost that lucidity until he was the 's-sprite' stammering beast he was by the time g2 rolled in.

Yung Papaya's snake exorcist dad was described as being half demon before becoming a snake, and his name is actually Rod. These are some of the only things the snake priest dad remembers from his life before being transformed into a snake aside from his work as an exorcist. I have no additional commentary on this i just think its funny (CPUK5)

The Light Void is, apparently, a void of pure light and an entity that instead of consuming or encompassing things as one might imagine the maw of the void to do, allows things to take of it whatevers needed that it can give. a sort of metaphysical wellspring hammerspace of potential, it sounds like. One of the many odd, complex and multifaceted world-crafting forms of Spectrum's divinity, perhaps? its emissary, corrupted into the cbt demon, is described as having little sentience/autonomy to begin with, so it's tricky to exorcise because it lacks much of a will of its own to free, and doesn't have the capacity to desire to be freed, as it exists to serve whatever purpose its needed for. It can only speak occasionally, and it's very direct and lacks personality. (CPUK5)

In CPUK5's intros, ryan says dan is a geeksquad employee that was Sent Into The Game. Like A Normal Guy From Real Life Literally Sent Into The Video Game. Its compared repeatedly to scooby doo cyberchase. nccts stuff clarifies this is arguably pretty normal for the fighters origins but Dan was literally intentionally isekai'd here from Normal Actual Real Life to help try to deal with hamburger helper. Every Dan Is Explicitly From Another World. Also he seemed like he was having so much genuine fun fighting Al compared to his whole Comedically Tired Cosmically Tormented Everyman thing hes got going on now and also for like the whole rest of his time in even this tournament. Also apparently he fixed icee's ipod once and returned it and all the music was gone except 15 copies of ice ice baby with one under pressure. blows kiss love u dan <3

Alfred: "Alabaster Uppercut has been fighting for 27 years, and dedicated the other two to teaching children how to do the uppercut just like him" oh my god was Al already like 29 when cpuk5 happened. Is Al in his early thirties now. Also he says Al was already very respected and well-known in his home village and he was once ideologically pacifist and only signed up for cpuk because a group of other competitors viciously defamed him and his village and called him a pussy on social media and one of the village kids started getting bullied over it and that's what crossed a line with him, which is interesting. Ya boy loves the fight for the sake of the fun of the fight now but he supposedly used to Very Much Not Like Fighting Pointlessly At All? Originally more of a 'practices a martial art as a meditation and preservation of heritage' kind of guy before discovering The Joys Of Consensual Sportsman's Violence

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Have another thingy I wrote for X! Just a short little bit. Hope you like it!

Anthony asked to come into my tent, and after I let him in he sat down cross cross apple sauce and surprisingly seemed at a loss for words. I stared at him intently. Eventually, I noticed that the silence got awkward (It tended to get difficult to distinguish silence when that's all you can remember.) But Anthony beat me to the punch before I could say anything.

"So, what's your name? I dont believe I caught it."

At that, I flinch noticeably. What is my name? It seems like something I should have noticed before, the fact that I couldn't even tell you my name anymore, but it hit me in that moment. I really don't know, do I? I tug self consciously at the tag at my ear. Wait, my tag. It says X Y on it, maybe it has something to do with my name? "You can call me X." I quite liked the sound of that. A name all to myself.

The conversation seems to stall as he gathers himself, and I take the opportunity to ask the question that has been eating away at me since he got here.

"So, can you actually see me or is this some cruel joke?" I asked hesitantly. I sat as far away from him as possible, and massaged my knuckles absentmindedly.

He had the odasity to look surprised at that. "Why wouldn't I be able to see you? Just because other people ignore you doesn't mean you're invisible." Oh. Oh, now I got it. He didn't realize I was, in fact, dead. He quickly continued before I could interrupt, "Listen, I want to help you out. I know of some fantastic girls shelters. I could get children services. You can't live on the street, and I would like to be the person to help you get off it." Wow. He really didn't have any idea.

I hesitated, almost reaching out to touch him just to reassure myself that I could actually feel his hand, when I spoke. "You do know I'm dead, right? As in, ghost? They don't ignore me, they just don't know I exist." I looked up at him, noticed him getting ready to interrupt, and promptly reached out to the nearest blanket and made my hand go straight through the fabric. His face noticeably paled.

He took several moments to unfreeze before he started to hyperventilate, quickly scrambling for any explanation he could come up with. "I thought you were some some homeless kid, how did you do that?" He threw his hands in the air, gesturing wildly before continuing, "you shouldn't be able to do that. I'm dreaming. Or hallucinating. Or I'm drunk. Either one of those, so I will go home and figure this out." He got up and tried to leave, but I grabbed his wrist to keep him.

God, it burned. Every touch, every bit of warmth felt like it scalded me. To actually feel, god, it was worth it just to know that is it was real, I was real, I wasn't just some illusion someone made up in their head. "Please, don't go. It's been so long since someone has last talked to me, heck, since I've last been seen." I pleaded, voice wobbling slightly. I swallowed down the need to cry, it wouldn't help. I'd done enough of that when people first settled down around me. I had screamed, cried, begged just to see if anyone would react. Of course, they didn't.

He sat back down. Anthony wrung his hands together. "You're lucky I don't have work today. It's pretty late. If it would make you feel better, you can come back to my apartment and we can figure this out tomorrow. You can talk to me about," he gestures vaguely in my direction, "this whole situation. Sound good, yeah?" I hesitate, what if the thing is supposed to happen tonight? But ultimately I nod. One night wouldn't hurt, right?

After leading me off to his apartment, he heads off to bed. Ultimately I don't need sleep, so I just set about exploring the apartment. Fairly small stereotypical New York apartment. He had a decent couch, though, so I settled on it as I watched the rain pour down outside. Maybe something I could do something other than wait.

Bonus!

Anthony's pov

I woke up in the middle of the night. After a few minutes of staring at the ceiling, I looked at the clock by my bed. Great, 3am. Terrific. My brain felt fuzzy, the remnants of sleep threatened to drag me back down. My throat felt dry and itchy, and I looked over at my nightstand expecting to see a cup of water. For some reason, the water was not there.

With a groan, I dragged myself to my feet and stumbled out to the kitchen to get some water. I clumsily opened the cupboard and grabbed a cup, and then proceeded to fill it with tap water. I chugged it as quickly as I could, turned to go back to bed when something on the couch caught my eye. Was that a person?! I grabbed a knife and approached as quietly as I could, adrenaline suddenly coursing through my veins. The figure turned to look at me, and I stabbed them through the eye, oH SHIT THAT PHASED THROUGH THEIR FACE-

Oh. Right. Ghostly homeless child. My bad.

#original oc #character backstory #short story #original character

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rosequartzwriting · 3 years

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Bad Decisions

Pairing: Crosshair X Fem! Jedi Reader (no y/n)

Description: You cannot handle Crosshair. After him doing something bold during a mission, you two have some tension. Later at 79′s, things escalate into more bad decisions.

Warnings: Contains SMUT 18+, drinking at 79s, angst and hate, swearing, Cross being a tough dom, p.i.v. sex, oral (m receiving), light choking and spanking, f fingering, some degrading

Word Count: 5.0k (im not sorry)

A/N: My first smut fic im nervous MINORS GO AWAY DONT INTERACT, I hope my first time writing a sexy scene is okay let me know what you think! Gods this is filthy. Also contains some friendship with Cody because I love him. If you see typos or grammar mistakes NO YOU DIDNT I wanted to get this out ASAP lol. Also this is just in time for kinktober haha.

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“What was that?” You gestured with your deactivated lightsaber towards the wreckage. Remains of battle droids and parts of the buildings scattered everywhere from the explosions. There was still smoke which rose up high into the air, defiantly being the signal that would let the rest of his squad know that things were finished.

“It did the job, didn’t it?” The still helmeted clone came down to your level from his position on the rooftops, climbing down a ladder with one hand holding his rifle.

You stomped up to him, who towered over you in height. “You blew up their town! We’re lucky we evacuated them before this all started!”

“See, I didn’t kill anybody.” His sarcastic words mixed with his permanent sly tone made you more aggravated with him than you already were.

“We can’t be going around blowing up the towns of those we have ties with. The senate is not going to be happy when they learn that we used rhydonium to blow up part of a residential complex!”

Crosshair took off his helmet and tucked it under his arm. The look on his face was of his signature gloom and unamusement. “I cleared out the droids, those were my orders.”

“And my orders were to clear out Separatist influence here, not be destructive!”

“I did what I had to do. There were too many droids, they would have over taken the two of us if I hadn’t done something. I basically saved your ass.” He had pulled out a toothpick, seemingly out of nowhere, and was jabbing it in your direction as he spoke.

“Saved me?” Unbelievable, you thought. “I was doing fine, I’m a Jedi.”

“Well, Jedi,” The title spilled off his tongue like it disgusted him. “you should thank me. And if you forgot, I don’t follow rules or codes. I take orders and execute them at any cost.”

You really despised this clone. From the way he carried himself to the seemingly bad ideas he often made on a whim. When Hunter’s instructions were vague, he often took matters into his own hands. All the time you have worked with the Bad Batch, there was always something he did that got on your nerves. This time you had to clean up his mess and you were not ready to try to explain to the counsel what happened here.

“Fuck you, Crosshair!”

He said nothing. Looked at you for a brief second. You felt his stare drag up and down your body. It slowed and lingered in places, eventually landing on your face again.

Then he had the absolute audacity to say, “Is that a threat or a promise?”

You let out an agitated sigh and did not reply to that.

“Let’s regroup, I need to have a word with your sergeant.” You shoulder checked him, shoving him with all your built up anger, and walked passed him.

His footsteps followed behind you in a respectable distance. He could easily close that distance with a few quick strides. He didn’t, feeling the tension between you both linger as you walked on. “No need to be so angry, darling.”

“Don’t call me that.”

He chuckled deeply. You felt it rattle in the air. It traveled to your bones. It did not help your growing headache. You were hoping things would clear up after you had talked to Hunter, Tech, and Wreaker. Then you needed to deal with matters back on Coruscant, which you were not excited for.

~~~

You downed the contents of your glass in a single swig.

“Woah,” Cody laughed, “easy there.”

“I need it.” You put your glass down on the bar with a satisfying click. You turned around and laid your back against the bar, looking out into the busy club and stretching your arms out. “Had a rough day.”

“I can tell,” Cody sipped from his glass.

By some miracle, you had talked your way out of trouble with both the Senate and the Jedi Council. Nobody was joyed at the fact that the town you were assigned to protect had been damaged by explosions. What mattered was you got the civilians out safely and cleared out the enemy where they were not permitted. You still mentally beat yourself up for allowing such a thing to happen. But your excuse had been that force 99 was known for doing things not by the book. And with Hunter’s approval, put full responsibility on the fact that they had been assigned to you.

You had been so stressed out that you needed a night out to clear your head.

After you had dealt with the problem you were presented with, you cleaned yourself up, wore something nice, and made your way to 79′s. You had ran into Commander Cody on the way out, and invited your old friend for a night out. It was night on Coruscant already and the club was buzzing with activity from its other patrons. The music was bumping, the bass traveling through your body with every beat. The sound of clones and others drunkenly talking and laughing and gossiping rattled around the building.

You had replaced the previous chaos with another type of chaos, but this one soothed you.

“I worked with force 99 today,” you told Cody and he let out a chuckle, being aware of your complications with that one member of the team.

“He give you a hard time again?” he asked.

“You could say that,” you sighed.

“Don’t worry about that.” Cody put an arm around your shoulders in a comforting way. “You’re here to relax. I’ll buy you your next drink. And maybe later we can go dancing, if you like.”

Thank the Maker for this man.

You and Cody spent the beginning of the night together. You two chatted and laughed through the music, saying hi to any familiar faces that walked by. After a few drinks, you were feeling the excited affects of the alcohol and dragged Cody to the dance floor. You danced away all the tension and stress that had been building up inside you all day. And for a moment you forgot you were a Jedi, not having a care in the world and not thinking about the war.

After what felt like a couple hours spent at 79′s, Cody took your hand and started to pull you off the dance floor. You pouted as he pulled you through the crowd of clones and others. He gave you a soft smile over his shoulder.

“I should head out, I have to rise early tomorrow morning. Me and the General have a mission on the outer rim.” Cody rose his voice so you could hear him over the music.

“Aww, already?” You whined, stumbling in your heels a little. Cody’s hand was right at your waist to catch you if you fell.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He patted you on the back in a brotherly way. “You will be alright here by yourself?”

“I’ll find some entertainment.” You giggled, now back and leaning against the bar. “See you on the field, Commander.”

He returned your light-toned salute with one of his own before he disappeared into the crowd and out of the building. You were sad to see him go a bit early in the night, but knew Cody was not one to party too hard. If you wanted a crazy night that resulted in a hangover, you would call a few friends from the 501st.

You turned around and eyed the bartender, and without needing to ask you what you wanted, he handed you a short glass of the cocktail you had been ordering. With a light thank you, you brought it to your lips.

Suddenly, a slithering voice from right beside you said, “Eventful night?”

Not even needing to look to your left, you knew who that voice belonged to. You choked and your cocktail sputtered out of your mouth, splashing onto your hand and the front of your jacket. After a second of regaining your composure, you looked up and sure enough there he was.

Crosshair was leaning on the bar, a glass of dark liquor in his hand and toothpick hanging from his lips. He gave you a blank yet amused expression from witnessing you spilling your drink on yourself. Another thing that added to your shock was seeing him wear something other than his clone armour. A leather jacket and dark jeans. It was an odd sight but you were overcome with enough irritation to oversee it at the moment.

You slammed your glass on the bar. “What are you doing here?”

“Same as you I assume,” he said, lifting his drink almost in a cheers motion.

“How long have you been standing there?” you asked in an annoyed tone, grabbing a napkin to dry your mess.

“Since before you came from the dance floor with the Reg.”

He plucked his toothpick out of his mouth and took a swig of his drink. Whiskey. You watched his movements with loathing.

“You’re exactly the last person I wanted to see tonight,” you practically growled at him, “and here you are, chilling with a glass of whiskey right beside me.”

Cross looked down at his glass, “How’d you know?”

“I can smell it.” you spat, bringing your own glass to your lips without breaking eye contact with him as you stared him down.

That was not the only thing you could smell from him. There was a woodsy scent coming from him. In juxtapose to the sharp and sour smell of alcohol on him and in the air, there lingered that softer smell. Was that cologne? Your senses seemed to focus on it.

“You clean up nicely, this is the first time I’ve seen you not so...uptight,” he said, putting his toothpick back into his mouth.

Not many people you knew saw you in anything other than your Jedi attire, only those who ran into you at 79′s. Tonight you had gone all out, hoping that you might catch someone’s eye. A cropped lacey top was poking out from the opening of your jacket, a leather skirt making the outfit a little more flirtatious. You had done your hair and makeup as well. Defiantly deviating from what a Jedi is expected to look like.

You rolled your eyes at him, “I could say the same for you, but I might vomit.”

Crosshair chuckled darkly.

“Don’t laugh at me.”

“I am and I will.”

You growled, “Why am I still here? I came here to get away from you!”

Cross downed the contents of his glass before standing up to his full height. Even in your heels, he was still this tall and intimidating image. “Why do you always act like such a bitch?”

“I’m not a bitch, you’re a fucking prick!”

He was all up in your face now, cornering you against the bar. “Do you actually want to test me? Cause I will make you regret every word that comes out of that loud mouth of yours!”

His words and his tone, for some reason, went straight to your core. A flush crept up on your face and burned into your skin. The sudden urge to tighten your legs together twitched at you.

The distance between you both was filled with tension. All the other times you both had been in a room together the tension felt like burning anger. But this moment...it felt...electric. A new kind of tension. You had no idea where it came from. Maybe it was because he had you basically bent over backwards onto the bar, or how his statement could be interpreted into another way. Alcohol could have been a factor as well.

Your eyes scorched into his amber ones. They then darted down to the toothpick hanging from his lips. The tip of his tongue was swirling it around. You stared at it and a filthy image popped into your mind. It made you shutter, but that shutter was not one of disgust like they usually were.

You leaned in closer. He froze and did not dare to move. Slowly, without breaking eye contract with him, you got close enough to gently grab the toothpick from his lips with your own. You pulled back just enough to have some distance while still in close proximity, and let the small piece of wood hang from your mouth in the same way he does it.

Crosshair looked dumbstruck. You mentally praised yourself for making the clone who always knew what to say absolutely speechless. That looked turned into one that resembled a hungry animal. Feral and possessive.

With him looking at you like this and the seductive move you had just pulled, you realized something for the first time in your life: Crosshair was incredibly sexy.

His eyes wandered further and you felt the heat of his stare scan down to your chest, lower to your hips and thighs. They lingered on your leather skirt that suddenly felt too tight on your body. The strong smell of his whiskey coming off him made your head spin. He inched ever so closer, his next words whispered.

“You’re playing with fire, darling.”

This was the first time that you did not snap at him from calling you that. You were overcome with the feeling that you wanted him to call you that again.

You shrugged playfully and whispered to him, “Maybe I’m just a bitch.”

Cross raised his hand and let it land on your arm, before having his fingers travel up your bicep, shoulder, the bare skin of your neck, your jaw, to your lips. He gently took the toothpick from them, brushing against the plush flesh before retreating.

“Maybe you are,” he whispered back.

“Keep talking to me like that and my tipsy ass I might do something.” Your words were almost threatening, but in the whispered exchange it was seductive.

“Really?” He was so close now that you could feel the vibrations of his voice. “What’s on that mind of yours?”

You decided to finally scratch that seething itch you were feeling, one that might have been buried deep inside of you for so long. During the biggest fuck it moment in your entire life, you grabbed the collar of Crosshair’s jacket and slammed your lips onto his. His hands found your waist as you felt him kiss you back instantly. It was heated and almost aggressive. You were being leaned even further onto the bar top as Crosshair seemed to get overly into it. You did not complain.

When you pulled away, you saw his eyes were blown with lust.

“Come home with me,” you said with a crack in your voice.

“Absolutely.”

~~~

As soon as you shut the door to your small city apartment, there was zero space between the two of you. Crosshair had shoved you up against the door, kissing you roughly once again. One hand was on your waist and slithering its way into the opening of your jacket, while the other was tracing the leather of your skirt and grabbing your backside. You were completely turned on by everything about this, seemingly fueled by the fire of your hatred for this man. But you wanted him so badly.

He helped you out of your jacket without breaking the kiss. When it was tossed on the floor, he pushed you back against the door and raised his knee to press between your legs. You whimpered, the need for pressure and friction there being teased. Cross pulled away from you to chuckle.

He took a good look at you, “One second you’re yelling at me and the next you want me in your bedroom.” A hand went to the zipper on your skirt, slowly pulling it down. While he did that, you pulled your shirt over your head. “Oh fuck me, darling,” he hissed and yanked your skirt down so you could kick it off you.

Underneath you had worn a red set of lacey lingerie.

“You wore these to 79′s thinking you were gonna go home with some reg?” He tisked you teasingly. “Pathetic.” He then brought his lips right up to your ear, they brushed against your earlobe. “I’ll show you a better time than any reg could ever give you.” He left kisses on your ear and let them drag all the way down to your neck and collar bones. “No reg deserves a body this beautiful.”

Your legs almost collapsed right there. His words had never made you feel this way until now. Words coming out of that mouth often made your blood boil. Now they were making a different heat rush all throughout your body, making you hot and bothered and weak and desperate to be touched. It made you wonder what else that smart tongue was capable of.

His arms snaked around your torso and up, painstakingly tracing the lace of your bra. His long, slender fingers continued to travel towards your back. They finally reached the clasp and he unhooked it in one swift motion. That told you he had experience. You shuttered again, for what felt like the millionth time.

He slid the straps off your shoulders and dropped your bra to the floor, revealing your breasts that were perky from your arousal. Crosshair’s fingers traced themselves around their shape and eventually gently grasped them with his hands. He gave them both a squeeze. A small whine left your throat.

“Just so you know what you’re getting yourself into, I don’t play lightly. After I warm you up, I’m not going to hold back.”

He kissed you again, a lot softer than before. He was easing you into it, testing the waters. Then you realized he was asking for your consent.

His next words confirmed your suspicions, “If you’ll let me.”

You were astonished at his gentle tone despite the burning desire in his eyes. This was the calm in the storm, the eye of the hurricane. A small pause before he would be all over you again. You were surprised that he even had a gentle side to show, even for a brief moment.

But you were ready for where this would go. “Take me, Crosshair.”

He smirked at you and you sucked in a sharp breath.

In painstakingly slow motions, he helped slide your panties off your ass and down your legs. He did not even let them drop completely before he was kissing you roughly again. The fabric had gotten caught around one of your heels, which were still on, you would have tried to shake them off if it wasn't for what he did next.

While still pressing you against the door, his hand dived between your legs. Your cry was muffled as you felt him circle the wetness that had pooled at your opening. He moved up wards just slightly to tease your sensitive bundle of nerves. It was the slightest brush, but you writhed in his arms.

“So sensitive,” he purred. He knew what his teasing was doing.

“You really are a prick,” you hissed at him through your teeth. But he shut you up by putting pressure on your clit again, making you throw your head back and hit the door.

“Maybe I am,” he chuckled. You had to let out a breath of a laugh at that, remembering his words at the club. He then slipped one finger into your opening, making you squeak in surprise. “Oh you’re so wet already. I always suspected you would be such a slut.” He put a second finger to join the first.

“Huh?” you breathed, it coming out more as a moan than something comprehendible.

“I’ve wanted to rip your clothes off ever since the first time you screamed in my face.”

You laughed brightly at that and he chuckled again. But you were right back to moaning when his fingers probed deeper into you. They curled beautifully inside you, finding a spot that no one else you had been with found before. You gripped the front of his jacket tightly as he lifted one of your legs with his other hand, guiding it from behind your knee to rest around his waist.

The state he had you in was driving you crazy. Against the door, fingering you, fully naked while he had not taken a single thing off.

“Crosshair,” you moaned his name. He growled in your ear at that. “Holy fuck.”

“Enjoying yourself, baby?”

You nodded pathetically.

He slid his fingers out of you and pushed your leg back down so he could begin to strip his jacket off. While he was doing that you reached for his belt and fumbled with the buckle.

“Eager little thing,” His jacket dropped and he pulled his shirt over his head. He was beautifully built, a slender toneness with strong biceps and abs. Grey hair was softly scattered across his chest, which lead down his waist and dipped into his pants. You wanted them off so badly. Crosshair saw the desperation in your eyes, so he helped you undo his belt and zipper.

He roughly pushed you down to get on your knees. “Show me how much you want me.” You obeyed, looking up at him with innocent eyes as you pulled his jeans and underwear down past his hips. His hard cock sprung free right in your face and you did not hesitate to gently grasp it with one hand and bring the tip to your lips. You lapped up the bead of precum slowly and he sighed in content, “That’s a good girl.”

You wrapped your lips around him and took as much as you could, letting your hand hold the rest. His growls were driving you insane and going right to your pussy. His fingers threaded through your hair and lightly tugged on your scalp as you began to bob your head on him. Tears were already swelling in your eyes from how he hit the back of your throat on every stroke. You paced yourself, reminding yourself to breathe, and took him like something from a naughty holovid.

Crosshair’s growling turned into mumbling curses, spilling with praises as he began to move his hips in time with you. And when you looked up at him with your beautiful eyes, a gag trying to push its way out of your throat, his knees felt weak. He gripped your hair harder and began to fuck your throat with some force, you squeezing your eyes shut and taking what he was giving you.

He quickly yanked you off of his cock and huffed heavily, “Damn baby, you’re gonna make me cum too early.” He helped you up off the floor, turned you around to spank your ass, and pushed you forwards towards your bedroom. “Move it!” You obeyed, feeling him continue to poke at your cheeks along the way. Your giggles made him chuckle, and his lips were on your neck.

“You’re a loud mouth in bed, Cross.” You jabbed at him, feeling his teeth begin to nibble at your shoulder playfully. You could defiantly get used to hearing him talk so much now. His often silent and independent demeanor was nowhere in sight, overcome by this animal that was hidden all along.

“Hands and knees, I’m fucking you right now.”

You did not hesitate to craw onto your bed. It was like you could feel him watching you, so you made sure to arch your back nicely and sway your hips. He followed behind, resting on his knees and bringing a hand up to stroke at your pussy lips from behind. You twitched under him, anticipating the moment he would finally give you what you wanted.

After another slap on the ass that left you whining, he lined his cock up to your dripping hole. He slowly slid in and the stretch made you sink to your elbows. The feeling of Crosshair filling you up made you let out a moan that softly shuttered through your body.

“Oh fuck,” He seethed, his words adding to your own pleasure, “you’re so tight.”

When he moved you were gone. Your moaning grew louder with every forceful movement of his hips, mixing with the sounds of your ass slapping onto his pelvis. Crosshair’s grunting and soft growls were being burned into your memory, you not wanting to forget how you were making him feel.

And when he knocked your knees further apart on the bed in the slightest, a new angle gave you more pleasure. You sinking lower made his strokes deeper, him being able to reach that beautiful spot inside you once again. His pace began to pick up as well, the hands on your waist letting him have more control over you.

The absurdity of what was happening dawned on you in that moment. “What am I doing?” you said in between crying out.

“You’re not asking me to stop. You’re not regretting it.”

“I might later.”

“You’re loving it right now, so what does it matter?” He snapped his hips for emphasis, thrusting into you even harder now. The sounds you were making said that you were indeed loving it.

“Ohhh I fucking hate you!” You seethed through your teeth.

“I hate you too, darling,” he growled in reply. He kept railing you with the new force and let out a noise that was purely animal. “Oh, but I do love this pussy.”

Admitting it disgusted you, but he was the best you have ever had. He had you completely cock dumb from what he was doing to you. Something told you that you might not regret this later.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back. You let out another whimpering moan that let him know that you were all his. His other hand reached over to stroke your clit while still ramming into you. You were so overwhelmed with all the sensations and how good he was. The best kind of torture, physically and mentally.

Crosshair was almost laughing at the whining mess you had become.

You were surprised at how quickly he was able to build you up. You could feel your release creeping up and your muscles tightening with it. He could feel your walls clench around him as you whimpered more and gripped the bedsheets, so he kept his pace steady and tortured your clit even more.

“Crosshair-” you choked on his name in a moan, “I-”

“I know, baby.” He let go of your hair and moved to softly grasp the front of your neck. He carefully pulled you back, making sure you were okay with it. More whimpering told him yes. “Cum for me!”

His sexy voice is what sent you over the edge. You trembled underneath him, screaming his name as he fucked you through it. He had some mercy on you to stop stroking your clit, but still held on to your neck as he brought his pace down. He let you enjoy the moment. “Good girl.”

You had never had a more beautiful orgasm than what you had just experienced.

Crosshair slid out of you, leaving you feeling empty. He helped you turn around to face him, holding onto your weakened body firmly. You kissed each other again with hunger.

He grabbed your boobs and pushed you backwards. “On your back,” he demanded. Despite your shaking legs, you did as he said. “I’m not done with you,” He climbed on top of you and settled himself between your legs again. Pushing back in, he gripped your thighs and kissed your chest and neck.

It felt different with having him on top of you, caging over you and having you down against your bed. His height made you feel small, like it often did, but here it felt exciting. You wrapped your arms around his neck and let your fingers thread through the short strands of his hair.

After your release, his thrusts were impactful in your oversensitive core.

He held onto you as he chased his own. His dominant energy was slowly fading as he got closer, becoming weak for you and how you were making him feel. His grunts turned into quiet moans, and that made you smile.

“I’m close, darling,” He burred his face in your neck. “Fuck,” he growled, “where do I-”

“In me,” you moaned, “I’m fine.”

He sputtered as his thrusts lost their rhythm. All is muscles tightened. He his back was glimmering with a thin sheen of sweat. His teeth sunk into your shoulder as he came, a moan coming from the back of his throat. His muscles all relaxed in his bliss, like any anger inside of him simply disappeared.

You could feel his hot release mix with your own wetness. You held onto him as he collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily next to your ear. You shoulder ached from his biting, but you did not mind at all. Thankfully it was in a place you could cover with your robes, you thought.

When he regained himself enough, he pulled out and laid down beside you. He clung onto you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and letting you rest against his chest. The gesture was comforting, another part of his soft side that you had witnessed tonight. An all new layer of Crosshair that made you want this moment and this night to last forever.

He whispered while out of breath, “I’m taking a break before I play with you again, I still want more.” His hand stroked your waist and hip gently. When he was tired from his release, he looked so a peace. So relaxed and content, just seeing it on his face made you feel the same.

You nuzzled into his chest, then poked at his shoulder with a finger, “Your squad,” you huffed, “will never,” another huff, “know about this.”

“I’d never hear the end of it if they knew.” he sighed with a hint of a smile in his voice.

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