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bakuliwrites · 5 months

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Day One- Gale of Waterdeep

500 Follower Event, 30 Day Writing Prompts Prompt: Relic, Tender, Petrichor, Gale (BG3) Pairing: Gale x Reader Tags: Fluff, Kisses, Cuddling, Slightly Suggestive, Gale Route Spoilers, BG3 Spoilers Word Count: 741

Gale’s dark eyes sweep languidly across the page, no doubt committing to memory the poetic verses written within. You watch from the doorway, comfortably warm in the threshold between cozy library and chilly balcony, a mug of tea slowly cooling in your hands. It brings joy to your heart to see Gale this relaxed. He’s reclined in a loveseat, dressed in his usual soft sleeping clothes and donning a pair of new slippers. The book he’s absorbed in is tome-like in appearance: leather-bound, some sort of ancient relic etched in gold leaf on the cover, a hefty clasp hanging loosely on the edges. You smile to yourself as Gale cautiously turns an onion-skin page, brows furrowed in concentration as he scans the next verse.

With a small sigh, you lean against the doorframe, looking out to the churning sea beyond. There is something deeply nourishing about your days in Waterdeep. Perhaps it’s the way light rushes across the surface of the sea on clear days, sun glinting brilliantly in the sky, seagulls calling out to one another on the drifting ocean breeze. Maybe it’s the twinkling stars mirrored on the water at night, waves crashing gently to shore and the world silent as can be. It could be the hustle and bustle of the town around you, the familiar sounds of a peaceful life you’d almost forgotten in your adventuring days. Or perhaps it’s the unwavering gentility, the steadfast adoration of the wizard before you.

Gale catches you staring, the corners of his eyes crinkling with delight at the sight of you.

“Care to join me?” his voice breaks through your silent musing, eyes softening when you meet his gaze, “Books are always better with company.”

“Of course,” you return, for how could you refuse such an invitation? You abandon your mug on the coffee table, shivering when a gust of wind brushes through the balcony. With it comes a pleasant whiff of petrichor and brine, a scent you’ll probably forever associate this tranquil afternoon with.

“Darling, you’re freezing,” Gale worries, shifting in his spot to give you room to lay next to him. The loveseat is hardly big enough for two, but all the more reason to cuddle, you think to yourself. And that was most certainly Gale’s plan, for as soon as you sit down, he draws you into his warm embrace. He’s quick to take one of your freezing hands in his, drawing it to his lips and pressing a tender kiss to your knuckles. He warms it with his breath before sneaking in another kiss to your palm.

“Better?” he ventures, a gentle beam breaking through the gloomy grey of the afternoon.

“Much,” you softly chuckle, letting your forehead rest against his. This moment is suspended in time, the balcony suddenly a realm of its own. Beyond the soft sound of Gale’s exhales, you can hear a drizzle of rain pitter-pattering on the rooftop, droplets bouncing off the railing and landing in tiny ripples on the water’s surface below. Gale holds your hand to his chest, his other arm drawing you close. Beneath your fingertips is the velvety texture of his shirt, the gentle thrum of his heart. This is nourishment in its purest form: Gale Dekarios, his love silently enveloping you, body and soul.

You angle yourself to better reach his lips, pressing a tender kiss to them, lingering for a long while. Gale’s tongue softly traces the part in your lips as your fingers tangle in his hair. He moves to press tiny kiss after kiss against your cheeks, eyelids, and jawline.

“Hmmm,” you hum, when he dips to give some much needed attention to your neck, “You can keep reading if you’d like. I don’t want to interrupt you.”

Gale’s book is long abandoned somewhere on the loveseat. You suspect he might be sitting on it, far too engrossed in you to pay attention to the tome digging into his leg.

A small chuckle reverberates through Gale’s chest when you inadvertently gasp, his lips ghosting down to your collarbone.

“You’ve well and thoroughly distracted me, my darling,” he admits, “I’d much rather you be the subject of my studies this dreary afternoon.”

“Then you are easily distractible,” you return with an impish smirk. Gale quirks an eyebrow at you.

“Or is it that you and your irresistible charm are incredibly distracting?” he teasingly returns, laughing as he pulls you closer and lays his lips to yours once again.

A/N: I adore Gale. Honestly, I adore all of the companions in BG3. And many of the NPC's haha. I want to write more for him, so maybe a fic in the future? Time permitting, of course. Thank you for reading! Up next in this event will be Portia Devorak from The Arcana!

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floralbuckleyswrites · 2 years

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A Helping Hand

♡ Pairing: Buck/Reader ♡ Genre: Fluff ♡ Word Count: 1,101 ♡ Warnings: None ♡ Summary: When Buck needs some help with Jee-Yun he calls you over. ♡ Note: This is for a 30 day writing challenge I am doing. Day: 2 Parenting & Day 3: Everyone knows but them.

There were not many people you would get out of bed for in the middle of the night, especially after a ten hour shift, but Evan Buckley was one of them. So, when he had called at a quarter past two and begged for help, there was no choice but to leave your warm bed and oblige. Which was why you were currently standing in front of his apartment door, still in your pajamas, tired as hell.

“Uh, hey, Buck?” you said knocking, “it’s me.”

It took a few minutes, but he answered the door, his blue eyes frantic with distress and worry. When Buck had called you, he hadn’t explained why, but as your eyes landed on the crying baby clutched in his arms, you immediately understood.

“Oh thank god you’re here, please come in,” he rushed out, stepping to the side so you could come in.

“Is everything okay with Jee?” You asked, wincing a bit from the loudness.

Buck only sighed, walking past you to go sit down on the couch. He rocked her back and forth gently in his arms, clearly trying to comfort her and get her to calm down.

“She’s been crying non-stop since Maddie and Chimney dropped her off this morning. They'll be out of town for a few days getting some alone time. This is the first time I’ve had her overnight and I guess she’s just not used to it,” he explained over her crying.

“I see and you called me over here because…?”

“Because I know she’s only met you once or twice, but she did so well with you each time. I just thought it might calm her down to see you and if not, maybe I just needed to see you.” Buck admitted, avoiding your gaze.

“Oh,” you mouthed, trying to process what he had just said.

You and Buck were just close friends and had been for a long time now, but you would be lying if you didn’t have feelings for him. How could you not? He was an amazing guy, impressive firefighter, and all around hunk. The two of you had been tight ever since you joined the 118, which was why you were willing to be here right now.

Now, you had no idea how Buck felt about you, but sometimes the things he said gave you hope that he just might have feelings. What did he mean by he needed to see you? Why not call Hen or Eddie? They both had kids and could help with the situation.

Pushing that thought aside, you walked over to him and Jee-Yun. What Buck said was true, each time you had seen her, she had taken to you well. All babies tended to, but it was really just because you knew how to handle them. As the oldest sibling in a single parent household, you had lots of experience raising your younger siblings.

“Let me see her,” you said softly, reaching out your hands.

Buck gave her to you without hesitation, relief on his face as she easily went into your waiting arms.

“Come here mija, you’re going to be just fine,” you murmured, cradling Jee-Yun closely to you as you began pacing around the living room.

She slowly started to relax a bit, her cries turning into low whimpers. You started to sing a soft melody to her like your mother used to and after a while she was drifting off to a sound sleep.

Buck watched in surprise and relief, thankful that you had been able to do what he hadn’t been all day. He knew he had made the right choice by calling you over here.

“Where can I lay her down?” you whispered, once you were sure she was ready.

Buck motioned for you to follow him, getting up and leading you into his bedroom where the crib was set up for her.

You laid her down gently, careful not to wake her up as you got her situated and covered her small body with her soft pink blanket. Then you and Buck hurried out, shutting the door quietly so as not to disturb her.

The two of you waited by the door for a moment to see if Jee-Yun would start fussing. Once a minute or two had passed and she was still quiet, you knew she would be down for awhile.

“You are a lifesaver, thank you so much,” Buck said, heading back into the living room with you following after. “If you hadn’t come, she would definitely still be crying.”

“No problem, you know I’d do anything for you,” you said easily.

It was the truth, you hadn’t known what he needed help with before coming over and that hadn’t mattered.

“Maybe you could let me do something for you to show my appreciation.” Buck suggested as he turned to you, looking directly in your eyes, a cheeky smile on his face.

You blinked curiously, tilting your head to the side. “Like what?”

“Let me take you out on a date this Saturday night? Maddie and Chimney will be back by then.” He said easily, as if his words weren’t causing your heart to beat faster.

Were you dreaming right now? There was no way Evan Buckley was asking you out on a date. Surely not.

“W…Why would you wanna do that?” You managed to get out after a moment.

“Isn’t it obvious? Maddie’s always telling me how obvious it is. I like you, Y/N. I have for a few months now. I’ve been putting off confessing because after my last relationship I’m a bit nervous,” he admitted with a sigh,” but I guess there’s something about dealing with a crying baby all day that gives you courage.”

You both laughed at that, the slight awkwardness in the air a little lighter.

Shit. A late night confession from Buck was the last thing you expected when you came over here, but you weren’t going to complain at all. Quite the opposite.

“Um, well, yes. I’d love to go out on a date with you, Buck. If it helps, Chimney always says my feelings are obvious too.”

Buck looked pleasantly surprised at that. “Really? Well I guess we were the last ones to know.”

“I guess so,” you said shaking your head, “well I should probably go ahead and head out. Call me if you need any more help with her, okay?”

“I will. Thanks again Y/N.”

“Anytime.”

With that you left, the promise of Saturday lingering in the air causing you to smile the entire way home.

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sev-on-kamino · 1 year

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30 Days of Blossoming Romance (2)

Day 2: Eye contact across a crowded room (prompt list here)

Cody x femJedi!reader

warnings: Minors DNI just to be safe, this takes place in the space between exchanging confessions of feelings but before things escalate, so it’s suggestive from both points of view, but clothes stay on, and imaginations wander a little

Word count: 990

You only ever tolerated briefings for Cody. You could listen to him talk about anything for hours on end, but your attention span only lasted long enough to accommodate him. Even Obi Wan’s pleasant, almost melodic cadence couldn’t keep your mind from wandering towards Cody.

You found yourself searching for his Force signature whenever you meditated, and you could find it easily now. You were a moon tidally locked to his planet, and you knew it was wrong, but it felt so natural. As easy as breathing.

It had started as a comforting friendship. You were in a new space separated from your Master for the first time since passing the trials, and you were still finding your way. Master Plo knew you needed space from Wolffe as the two of you cared for each other but in the most antagonistic way possible. The constant bickering over who was being the most reckless, who needed the most supervision, who was responsible for whom. Even Plo’s endless well of patience was running low, so he’d contacted Obi Wan to see if some time with the 212th would be possible.

Cody had been the first one to make you feel like you were safe, and had a true place there. Greeting you in the hangar, as you arrived, giving you a tour despite your protests that he needn’t waste time showing you around, and making sure you ate something before showing you to your quarters.

Somewhere amidst the battles where you kept each other safe, the shared meals, the sheer ease of each other’s company, it had gone from friendship to the precipice of something much deeper and far more intimate than either of you were allowed.

You did your best to conceal your feelings. To lock them in the safest part of your heart, but when you were close your Force signature reached for his just as surely as his reached for yours. More importantly during these long, and frequently dull briefings you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him. That was much harder to explain, and Obi Wan’s visiting protégé had been so pleased to let you know you weren’t as subtle as you thought.

The pair of you were sparring surrounded by an eager gathering of troopers, members of your 212th, and Anakin’s 501st. Hand to hand only. No weapons. No Force. Despite his reach and strength, you were keeping pace with him out of sheer will. You owed it to your men.

“You’re pretty good. You probably could’ve taken me down by now, if you weren’t daydreaming about Cody,” Anakin had teased when the pair of you were close enough that he couldn’t be overheard before dancing back out of your reach.

“Kriff you, Skywalker,” you’d snapped, catching him off guard mid-laugh at your outburst, and Force pushing him into the rack of sparring weapons.

The satisfaction had been brief, as he’d retaliated, and things had escalated to the point where Obi Wan had to separate the pair of you. Impressed that you’d put Skywalker on his ass, Waxer had dubbed you Sucker Punch, and the rest of the 212th had run with it happily.

Even Cody had started calling you that, which had made your face burn with embarrassment until he said he quite liked the nickname. Fitting since you’d earned it because of him.

It had pushed you closer to him, made you whisper words of affection in a moment of weakness. A reunion, after you’d spent hours fearing for his safety. Cody had returned your affection, grasping your hand as you cried quietly in the med bay. The first of many invisible threads tying you to one another.

Stuck in yet another riveting briefing, your mind wandered to him, your eyes roaming over his form until you met his regal gaze. There were no less than 20 people crowded into the room, and you could have sworn they’d all disappeared into thin air.

Cody could never resent you, but you made these briefings nearly impossible to get through. Your presence in any space commanded his attention, and he couldn’t deny you. Even now with a full room, that held both his general and his vod, he only saw you.

He held your attention with his, lifting his chin slightly, which made you instinctively lower yours. His eyebrow lifted, and a smirk pulled at his lips. He resisted the urge to shift his weight, at this surprising display of submissiveness. The commander took a deep breath that could have been passed off as being done with this lengthy briefing, but it was a sigh of frustration that he couldn’t lead you straight to his room to show you how your submission would be rewarded.

You tilted your head to one side, as though you were actually paying attention, your hand lifting as if to play with your earring. On its way down, Cody realized your true intention. Your finger tips lightly grazed down the side of the column of your throat, as you bit your lip for a brief moment.

Curious as to what was possible in a room full of people, Cody pretended to absently brush his fingers over his chest plate, lifting his brows towards you. You followed suit, finger tips slipping lower, and dancing over your heart, brushing innocently over the swell of your breasts, as your hand returned to your side and you took a deep breath to center yourself.

This was a heady reminder that no lines had been crossed. He had yet to feel the press of your body against his. He could only imagine how soft your lips were. Only in his fantasies had he mapped out every inch of you.

But the groundwork was laid, and as your eyes locked onto one another across the briefing room, he knew that when the opportunity presented itself, the pair of you would walk over that imaginary line hand in hand.

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 2 years

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First Time for Everything

Summary: Y/N has waited a long time for her first kiss, has she just been waiting for Dean all this time?

Warnings/Explicit 18+: Not much. Kissing. Some dirty thoughts and a burgeoning thigh riding kink, but mostly all fluff. Bit of show level violence.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 2,164

A/N: So, I’ve decided to do all 30 of these writing prompts. I may miss a day here and there, but I’m going to try to do one a day, and I will be completing all 30 no matter what. They won’t always be in order. But I did start with the first one on the list: Write about a first kiss.

Hope you enjoy! I will be putting together a Masterlist for all 30 prompts and adding it to my main Masterlist.

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Y/N stared at the head that rolled a little further away from her as a strong wind kicked up. The face was still handsome, even if it was a bit waxy looking now.

She felt Dean walk up beside her, but didn’t turn to him. It was too mortifying. Her first date in many, many months, the date Dean had teased her about mercilessly, the guy he’d called Tad even though his name was Ethan because, as Dean put it, he looked like a douchebag frat boy, the guy she’d said yes to even though she tended to agree with Dean’s assessment...had been a vamp, and if it wasn’t for Dean coming to her rescue, her throat would have been ripped out for sure.

The two of them stood there in silence for a few minutes just staring at the downed body and severed head. Finally Dean cleared his throat and spoke a little awkwardly.

“You okay?”

Y/N sighed. “Peachy.” She said, borrowing one of Dean’s expressions. She could tell he was about to try for more conversation, so she just rolled up her sleeves and walked toward the Impala to pull out the tarp she knew would be in the trunk.

“Let’s just clean him up.”

They worked together silently to get the body and head into the trunk so they could take it somewhere far away from this secluded parking lot and burn it.

Y/N slammed the trunk and leaned back against it, pushing her hands into her pockets. Dean copied her posture, but folded his arms across his chest. After a second he spoke.

“Seriously, kid, you okay?”

Y/N shook her head. “I mean...I guess. It was only our first date, so it wasn’t like I was expecting a marriage proposal or anything, but - I definitely didn’t think there would be a beheading.” She paused for a beat. “At least, not before the second date.”

She dropped her chin to her chest. “Man, do I know how to pick ‘em!”

Dean bumped her with his shoulder. “Hey, you couldn’t have known.”

She tilted her head back and looked up at the stars. “How do you do it?” She asked quietly.

He looked at her quizzically. “Do what?”

“Live -” she cut herself off to swallow hard against the tears she felt forming. When she had control, she started again. “Live in this world, knowing every new person you meet could be something evil, that there might be a monster lurking around every corner.”

She looked at Dean, waiting for his answer, hoping it would be some piece of magical advice to get her through this new life she’d been living for just over a year.

But he just shook his head. “I don’t know, kid. It’s just...always been my life. I don’t know anything else.”

That made Y/N want to cry all over again, so she didn’t respond. She just hugged her arms around her middle trying to ward off the late night chill.

Dean pulled his jacket off and dropped it around her shoulders.

“Thank you.” She said shyly, trying not to lean into the collar and sniff. God, he always smelled so good. She pulled the lapels of the jacket tight around her and gave thanks for Dean’s warmth that lingered in the creases of the denim jacket.

As she snuggled further into the jacket a thought occurred to her and she turned a puzzled expression towards Dean.

“Hey...um...how did you know to come?”

“Hmm?” Dean questioned.

“Well, I didn’t tell you where we were going, so how did you know we were going to be here? How did you know to just show up here?”

“Oh, uh...” Dean’s face showed a slight panic. “Uh, I was...it was just hunter’s intuition, I guess.”

Y/N shook her head in disbelief. “Wow. For someone who regularly has to lie in his job, you are a terrible liar.”

Dean rolled his eyes.

“Were you following me?” Y/N asked, trying to decide if she was offended or not.

“What?” Dean asked, his tone far too offended. “Of course not.”

Y/N scoffed.

“I wasn’t following you!” Dean insisted. “I was following him!”

“What? Why?”

“Cause he was a douche!” Dean said angrily. “And he was...handsy!”

“Handsy?” Y/N asked, her normally smooth brow creased in confusion.

“Yes!” Dean said loudly. “When you introduced us, I watched him and he couldn’t keep his fucking hands off you the whole time.”

Y/N scanned her memory. “Dean you talked with him for like ten minutes, and he had his hand on my waist.”

Dean threw his arms wide. “Exactly. Handsy.”

Y/N stared at Dean’s face, trying to decipher if what she was picking up from him was just wishful thinking, or...was he actually jealous?

Y/N had been crushing on Dean all year. She didn’t think that was odd, he was the sexiest, most beautiful man she’d ever known. But she’d always assumed he didn’t look at her like that, like a woman - more like a bratty little kid, he’d taken under his wing.

But now...

I don’t know, she thought, he sure seems jealous.

“Look,” Dean continued in a would-be normal tone, “there was just something about him that I didn’t like, and you are a very...young, naïve...trusting kid, and I wanted to make sure you didn’t get hurt okay?”

When Y/N continued to stare up at him he pushed away from the trunk. “Okay, we gotta go take care of this corpse. So, let’s go.”

He walked toward the driver’s side door, and Y/N followed. “Dean, can I ask you for something?”

The hunter turned back toward her and Y/N tried not to visibly sigh as she was once again looking up into his remarkably beautiful face.

Dean shrugged. “Sure. What do you need?”

Y/N walked closer to him, and Dean backed up until he was pressed up against the car door and there was less than two inches of air between them.

“Would you kiss me?”

Dean’s eyes flared wide for a second and it was almost comical. As she’d been training with him over the last year, she’d seen Dean take down monsters with not much more than a forward lunge and a hard swing. So the fact that she could make panic flare, just by getting close to him, made her smile.

“What are you talking about?” He asked.

“Well,” Y/N backed up an inch and ducked her head. “It’s embarrassing to admit, but...I’ve never been kissed.”

Dean’s eyes were definitely bulging now and he let out a bark of laughter. “What? No way!”

Y/N bit her lip and tried to stop the embarrassed blush that spread across her cheeks. “I know it’s pathetic for a twenty-one year old woman to have never been kissed - even saying it out loud makes me feel like a bad Drew Barrymore movie!”

She shook her head and looked at the ground. “But, please don’t laugh at me.”

Dean’s tone was contrite. “No, kid I’m sorry, I wasn’t...I mean, I’m not laughing at you and it’s not pathetic. It’s just...”

He waved a hand that encompassed her whole body. “I mean, how?”

She blushed more at the compliment. “Well, I told you how I grew up - in the church. Kissing boys wasn’t exactly encouraged. And then, even after I left the church, left home, the timing just never seemed right, and since I started in this hunter life, the moment has seemed even less likely to appear.”

She shook her head and looked to the stars. “Then tonight, I thought...this could be it.” She paused and slapped both hands to her face, covering it and muffling her words. “Then his fangs popped out and it kinda killed the mood.”

“Yeah, I bet.” Dean said, his voice quiet.

Y/N took her hands away from her face and moved towards him again. He crushed himself further back against the car.

“But Y/N, you don’t want your first kiss to be with me.”

Y/N reached her fingertips up to rest against his lips. “I don’t?” She said breathlessly. “Because I’ve been having dreams about this mouth for over a year.”

Dean’s breath became slightly heavier against her fingers. He reached up to take hold of her wrist and pulled her hand away. “Y/N. I am too old for you. By a lot. It isn’t right.”

Y/N scowled and shook her head. “Says who?”

Dean gave a slightly bitter laugh. “Everyone.” He ran his free hand through his hair. “I am two decades older than you. I could literally be your father.”

“Actually, my father is a year younger than you.” Y/N said unhelpfully.

Dean dropped his head to stare at the ground, mumbling. “For fuck’s sake...”

Y/N waved her hand dismissively. “Look, my point is that age is nothing but a number once two people are fully grown, consenting adults.”

Dean lifted his head and shot her a sarcastic smirk. “Yeah, well, one of us is barely a consenting adult.”

“But I am a grown woman.” Y/N protested. “And with everything that’s happened to me in the last year, I feel like I’ve aged a lifetime. And through all of it, all the fear and the trauma and the heartbreak, you’ve been there, Dean. You’ve taken care of me and helped me grow and helped me try to feel at home in this new insane reality I’m living in.”

She moved closer once again, lifting her free hand to his chest. “So, who cares about anything else.”

She looked up at him; her eyes drifted to his lips and she began to rise up on tiptoe towards the plump, succulent pillows.

But Dean pulled back. “I care.” He said quietly. “I don’t want...I’m not right for you, sweetheart.”

Y/N dropped back down from her tiptoes and pulled her hand off his chest. “I’m sorry.” She said, face reddening quickly. “I’m...shit, I’m sorry. I’m putting you in an awkward position.”

She laughed, nervous and embarrassed. She shrugged and nodded, awkward and hurt. “Okay, well we should...” She waved her hand toward the trunk and let out a slightly manic laugh. “We should really go bury my date, I guess.”

She ducked her head again and moved to walk around the front of the car to the passenger’s side. But before she could get very far, Dean yanked her back by the wrist he still held and spun her so she was pressed up against the hood, trapped there by the weight of Dean’s hips pressed against her.

Before she could do more than gasp, Dean had hold of her cheeks and was pressing warm lips against hers, sucking on both her lips in turn. He pulled back slightly and let his open mouth caress hers, breathing softly into her like he was breathing life into her veins.

Then slowly he let his tongue slide against hers, moving into her mouth gently, conquering her fully as he tilted his head and pressed himself into her, ravaging her mouth thoroughly.

Dean’s kiss was so much more than Y/N had ever imagined a kiss would be.

She’d imagined it many times, over the years and always thought that, if the kiss was a good one, she might feel lightheaded, and she did. She clung to Dean’s shoulders in an attempt to keep the world straight.

She’d also thought that she might feel those butterflies in her stomach, like the ones she felt anytime Dean got close enough to brush against her. And her stomach was indeed alive with dancing butterflies.

What she had not expected was the way the rest of her body reacted. She hadn’t expected her core muscles to clench around nothing or to have to fight the urge to grind down against the thick thigh that was pressed between her legs. She hadn’t expected to want to rub against Dean like a dog in heat.

She hadn’t expected a simple kiss to make her long for so much more.

Dean pulled back again, allowing them each to catch their breath. He began to place kisses along her jaw and she moaned, at which point Dean ripped himself away from her and standing three feet back, pushed both hands through his short hair.

“Fuck.” He said like a prayer. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.”

Y/N shook her head, still breathless and reeling. “I’m not. That kiss made me incredibly glad that I saved my first kiss for a very good kisser. And it got me thinking...”

Dean licked his lips, his breathing still slightly uneven, as he bit into his bottom lip. “About?”

Y/N smiled, shy but mischievous. “About how many other firsts I can share with you.”

Dean groaned deeply and reached Y/N in one stride. One hand slipped into her hair and the other snaked around her waist, pressing her closer.

“Fuck it.” He breathed against her lips. “I’m gonna go to hell for this, but it won’t be my first time.”

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aydann-runs · 6 months

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Michael toed off his boots as he came into the house, hung his hat on the hook, and stumbled down the hall to the living room. Alex was sitting at the near end of the couch and Michael didn’t hesitate to fling himself down so he was lying with his head in his husband’s lap.

“Long day?” Alex asked, already pushing his fingers through Michael’s curls.

“Uh-huh,” he agreed without elaborating. Between the exhaustion and soothing motion of Alex’s hand, his eyes were already slipping closed.

“Go ahead and sleep, Michael,” Alex murmured. “I don’t have anywhere else to be.”

First five days are also up on AO3

#30 day writing challenge #day 5 #write 100 words today #roswell new mexico #malex fic #ficlet #drabble #my fic

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sourirenoire · 2 years

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30 Days/30 Stories: Star Trek Drabbles

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Day Thirty: Party

“You spiked the punch?!” Boimler wailed.

“Well duh, it's the only way to get the Vulcans to loosen up!” Mariner rolled her eyes as she high fived an obviously drunk Vulcan. “It's First Contact Day, they gotta celebrate too!”

“Oh, we’re going to be scrubbing the nacelles for weeks if we get caught -'' Boimler shrieked as an inebriated Vulcan enthusiastically grabbed his hand, wishing him a Happy First Contact Day in slurred Vulkhansu.

“Dude, lighten up - and celebrate Solkar style!” Mariner grinned and happily shook the hands of two tipsy Vulcan women at the same time. “Live long and prosper!”

Reference to Star Trek VII: First Contact

#30 days/30 stories #30 day writing challenge #drabble #star trek #star trek fanfic #star trek fanfiction #fanfiction #writing #my writing #lower decks #star trek lwd #star trek lower decks #star trek vii #star trek first contact #solkar #boimler #mariner #ngl i wish this was a real scene in lower decks #im dying at the image of a bunch of drunk vulcans all shaking hands solkar style

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whumpinthepot · 1 year

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30 days 30 lines challenge - day 25

“I said calm down.” Abby hissed into their ear, “stop acting like I’m hurting you.” She didn’t let go of their horn and waited until Clarence was forced to take a breath. Then she let go and continued stirring the already done soup, “You can have your blanket. I know that you want it for the boyfriend. He doesn’t deserve that, but if that’s what you want.” She shrugged.

#30 days 30 lines challenge #whump #30 30 day 25 #rats race #clarence #abby #I don’t like this challenge anymore because its all just badly written middle of the night drabbles #breezy’s post #also its been way past 30 days LMAO #its the thought that counts

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mello-jello · 2 years

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Drabble Challenge Day 21

Prompt: Buying Flowers for the Other. 172 Words

Levi had never done this before. He liked flowers, he really did. All the colours and varieties, the textures and smells. If he saw a plant that was pleasing to the eye, that was good enough. He never bothered to learn their individual significance. Many others always seemed to make a fuss about it, so he always went along. He never picked them out, or put much thought into it. It was an instinctual thing. Whatever occasions warranted flowers, Levi was content with anything.

For funerals though, he usually just bought whichever bouquet was cheapest. They just needed to look pretty for a few hours and then they’d die. It was a strange extravagance. So he’d go along with whatever Hange suggested. Hange was much better at this than he was. Hange knew what species had what meanings. Which colours meant what. It was all so confusing.

But this time he was on his own. And he was buying for Hange's grave. He'll never know if they liked his choice or not.

#drabble challenge #levihan fanfiction #levihan drabble #levihan #let's pretend there wasn't a 4 month gap in this 30 day challenge

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violetevents · 2 years

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you’re my land ahoy

pairing: stede/edward word count: 400+ words 30 day fluff challenge: day 3. birthday (previous entries)

Stede has never felt like he truly, truly belonged somewhere. He guesses that’s why he loves the idea of soulmates so much. Out there, somewhere, is someone he belongs to. Someone who will understand him, who will love him no matter what. The thought that on his 18th birthday Stede will get to read the first words his soulmate will ever say to him singlehandedly gets him through his teenage years.

But when he finally gets to read the words, he can’t help but feel confused.

“The Gentleman Pirate, I presume?”

Pirate? Stede’s not a pirate. He’s never even met a pirate. It feels a bit like a letdown. It’s almost like his own soulmate words are mocking him. Like yeah, you might meet your soulmate one day, in some kind of alternate universe where you’re a pirate. But not in this life. This Stede’s not brave enough to go on adventures like that. This Stede doesn’t get a soulmate.

So when his father proposes an arranged marriage, Stede agrees. He’s not sure why Mary agrees, never asks her, but it’s clear they’re both unhappy with their agreement. But Stede trudges on, because that’s what’s expected of him, and he builds a pretty okay life for himself, all things considered.

But he can never really let go of the pirate thing. Becomes a little obsessed, really. Researches everything he can about pirates and ships and sea faring. Plays pirates with his children. Longs, deep down, that he can be The Gentleman Pirate, the one that gets to meet his soulmate.

It takes Mary actually meeting her own soulmate for him to realize that he can just try to be a pirate. No one is really stopping him. So, with the help of Mary he fakes his own death, buys a ship, and disappears onto the high seas.

He actually starts calling himself The Gentleman Pirate. Why the fuck not, after all? Stede’s not getting younger, and this might be his last chance to meet his soulmate.

And he does, eventually. He’s lying on the deck of a Spanish war ship, gasping for air and side aching from the stab wound, when a form suddenly appears over him. A dark, looming, threatening form, clad in leather with long hair and a long beard. The man looks down on Stede and says.

“The Gentleman Pirate, I presume?”

Stede is almost too delirious from pain to realize what this means. “You’ve heard of me?” Is all he asks.

“Oh yeah, I’ve heard of you. I’ve heard all about you,” the tall dark stranger says, staring at Stede intensely with the beginnings of a smile playing at his lips.

Stede finds himself smiling back, deliriously happy because this is him this is his soulmate this is him.

And then he promptly passes out.

#blackbonnet #stedeward #stede x edward #stede x blackbeard #gentlebeard #listen i know this is not about birthdays AT ALL but i will literally take any opportunity to write more soulmate fic #ofmd drabble #30 day fluff challenge

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scribbleanddoodle · 4 months

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500 words a day: day 1

Prompt: All the plants in and around houses in your character’s town are dying even though all other foliage is left untouched. It started happening after the last meteor shower. Goal: 500 words Finished: 817 words

a/n: this is a weird prompt because foliage is technically a cluster of leaves?? They’re parts of plants?? Idk I just went with it.

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"Well, that's weird," Nykki hummed. “They’re all dead inside.” She swiveled in her chair, looking toward the other end of the field lab, "I mean, have you found anything? I've got nothing."

Lucy, her forty-something co-worker, whom she affectionately called Lulu, frowned and looked up from her microscope, "Nothing. Nada. I guess you were wrong. There is a reason for this quarantine."

"Do you think?" Nykki looked past Lulu and out the opening of their lab tent. Outside, a swarm of people in hazmat suits marched by; she heard a helicopter overhead.

"Nyk," Lulu huffed, red in the face as she shook a beanstalk at her, "we're literally dealing with the living dead here."

"I suppose," She scratched her nose, "but—"

"But what?" Lulu hissed; her eyes widened, "God, what if this is contagious? What if it spreads to all the other plants everywhere? That would be the end of it! How would we survive?"

Nykki shrugged, "Astronaut food?"

"Be serious."

"I am!"

Lulu fixed her with a look, and Nykki fought the smile off her face. "Okay, fine," She relented. "Maybe I could take this a little more seriously, but come on, Lulu, jumping to conclusions much? This isn't a zombie show. It's real life."

"Exactly," Lulu shook the beanstalk at her again, "this is real life. If it affects plants, who's to say it won't affect humans? Other animals?" She paused again, her hand coming up to her throat in panic, "Why don't we have hazmat suits on? They didn't even give us masks! We should have brought our masks! We need to call the lab! O-or whoever's running this place. It's not safe!"

"Okay, calm down," Nykki tried to soothe her, "you're getting ahead of yourself. We're dealing with plants."

Lulu glared, hissing at her again, "Then what is all of this—" she gestured widely around, "—the government doesn't ship in two nobodies for nothing! When have they ever actually cared about safe agriculture? There are men in hazmat suits. Men with guns. We are in someone's backyard, but there are no civilians. You seriously can't think for a second this is normal, not dangerous stuff."

Nykki sighed, returning to her samples, "I've got rent to pay, Lu."

"They're going to make us do something bad, you get that, right? It's going to be like all those other environmental disasters, where they pay off the specialists to say everything's all hunky-dory and then make us look like corrupt ones in the end when shit hits the fan. You're just fine with that? Being someone else's pawn?"

"Lucy," She snapped, swiveling back around, "it's not a fucking movie. And even if it was—" She jabbed her thumb into her chest, "—what the hell do you want me to do about it? I know just as much as you. You came too! You're a pawn, too!"

They glared at each other until Lucy looked away, deflating, "You're right. I'm sorry. I, uh, I—well, I'm just scared." There were tears in her eyes as she looked back over, "I mean, everything's dead, Nykki. There aren't even any birds."

Nykki chewed on the inside of her cheek. She picked up one of the dandelions she had taken a sample from and twirled it between her fingers. Its petals hadn't wilted, and its stalk wasn't limp. Visually, the dandelion was picture-perfect, but it smelt like sweet rot. A flower gone bad. If she peeled apart the stem, she'd find mold.

She had plucked the dandelion just fifteen minutes ago from right outside the lab tent.

"It’s none of the normal viruses or bacteria. Maybe it's the water," Nykki mused out loud. "Maybe the water went bad?"

Lulu snorted, "If the water went bad, the plants wouldn't look like this."

"Have you tested the water?" Nykki swiveled back to her samples, already knowing Lucy had not.

Lulu talked over her, "It's pretty damn convenient, don't you think, that meteor shower? I bet it's a cover-up."

"Uh-huh," She hummed absentmindedly, placing a drop of water on one of her slides and setting it under the microscope.

"The timelines match up," Lucy continued, "two weeks ago, there was a meteor shower—" she said 'meteor shower' like it was some joke, "—then the crops died, people went missing, and there are no birds. No. Birds." Her voice dropped into a stage whisper, "It's aliens, Nykki. They're trying to starve us out."

"Aliens, right." She agreed, rolling her eyes. With Lucy, it was always aliens, and if it wasn't aliens, it was lizard people, or mole people, or the Mother Board, or whatever podcast conspiracy she had come across that day.

But Lucy was right in one regard; the meteor shower was pretty damn convenient. Nykki pushed the microscope away and sat back in her chair.

First, a meteor shower. Next, dead plants. Now, dead water.

#30 day writing challenge #500 words a day #writing drabble #just want to see if I can do it :)#my writing

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cnidariandreams · 9 months

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the urge to rewrite things based on newly acquired information vs Finishing A Goddamn Project For Once

#cnidarian talks #its august already i dont have time to nitpick i have nitpicked my whole life #we are sticking our dicks in these fellas if i still feel some kinda way at the end of it all i'll go back but it is largely inconsequentia #yes this is about the drabble series ive never finished a 30 day challenge in my life and im SOOOO CLOSE I CANT LET MYSELF GET HUNG UP NOW #i cant lose steam now or i'll just die #wiping my tears like we're just making dolls smash its ok

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bakuliwrites · 5 months

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Day Three- Muriel of the Kokhuri

500 Follower Event, 30 Day Writing Prompts Prompt: Silk, Glacial, Citrus, Muriel (The Arcana) Pairing: Muriel x Reader Tags: Fluff, Snuggling, Kisses, Inanna! Word Count: 800

Wind cuts through your body, icy and sharp, chilling the very marrow in your bones. Not even the heavy coat wrapped around your shoulders is enough to combat the almost glacial Vesuvian winter. It’s unusual to be getting this much snow and ice, but a passing storm has practically turned the city into a kingdom of ice. The cobblestone is slick with frost, slippery and more dangerous with each passing moment. Vesuvia moves at a snail’s pace, its citizens cautious as they slide along the narrow passageways and tiptoe carefully through particularly slippery alleys. Icicles hang from awnings, crystalline and wicked as daggers. Occasionally, as you pass by, one will fall and shatter to the ground beneath, sending shards of ice in every direction. Tiny icebergs float down the canals, and some of the smaller ones have nearly frozen over entirely.

You are grateful once you reach the powdery snow beyond the city streets. At least you won’t have to worry about slipping, though part of you is nervous about falling into an embankment and getting stuck. Luckily, you know this area like the back of your hand and manage to traverse it quite well, trudging slowly through the thick layer of snow and into the dark forest. It’s deathly quiet, save a few somber colored birds that flit from barren branch to barren branch, chirping a greeting at you as you shuffle by. Another violent gust of wind nearly knocks you to the ground beneath, but you manage to steady yourself on a gnarled tree. The tip of your nose is frozen, your breath releasing in clouds of fog. What you wouldn’t give for a cozy blanket and a crackling fire right about now.

It’s then that you spot a large figure lumbering towards you out of the swirling snow. A lantern swings at their side, pools of warm light wavering with each step they make. Out darts a small wolf from behind one of the nearby trees, yipping joyously at the sight of you, snuffling your outstretched hands as you reach to pet her.

“Inanna!” you exclaim, burying your frozen fingers in her warm fur, soft as silk. Her tongue lolls out to the side, happy whines escaping her throat. After a moment, she wags her tail enthusiastically, beckoning you to follow, before darting back towards the not-so-mysterious figure. A grateful smile tugs at the corners of your lips as you abandon the tree that steadied you and dart towards your rescuers.

Muriel catches you up in his embrace, holding your shivering form close and warming you in an instant.

“You’re freezing,” his low voice rumbles in your ear. When you glance up to meet his gaze, his brows are knit with worry.

“Not with you here, I’m not,” you mumble against him, burying yourself in his chest. He lets out a small chuckle before gently nudging you and taking your hand in his. Inanna prances eagerly beside you, sending up bits of fluffy snow into the air and leaving perhaps some of the cutest paw prints in her wake. You chit-chat quietly with Muriel about your day at the shop and the perils of this unusually frozen Vesuvian winter. You worry about the forest, about the animals that call this woodland home.

“Spring will come soon enough,” Muriel mutters, a soft, knowing smile reaching his eyes when he looks to you, “And then the forest will bloom again.”

He gives your hand a small, reassuring squeeze. With this, the two of you fall silent for a bit, enjoying the tranquility of the winter wonderland surrounding you. It’s not long until you reach Muriel’s hut. Smoke pours from the chimney and a welcome blast of warm air greets you as soon as you open the door. It smells of citrus, bright and inviting, two cups of lemon tea waiting for you and your beloved by the fire. Muriel takes your cloak from you, hanging it up to dry and gives you a moment to strip yourself of your icy, soaking clothes.

Once you’re situated, Muriel guides you to the furs before the fire, snuggling close and pressing a tender kiss to your lips. This frozen Vesuvian winter is no match for Muriel’s gentility and warmth.

“Welcome home,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around you. You hum as he draws you in, warming you to your very core. No amount of chill or ice could penetrate the comfort of this home. Inanna cuddles up to the two of you, slumbering peacefully as you and Muriel enjoy some invigorating honey-lemon tea and lay kiss after kiss to one another’s lips. You arrived home just in time, heavy snowfall pummeling Vesuvia almost as soon as you settled in for the night. But you are unconcerned, safely wrapped up in Muriel’s embrace.

A/N: I always get wordy with Muriel and I'm not entirely sure why. Don't get me wrong, I adore him. I'm just surprised that of all the M6, Muriel is the one I get the most wordy with when it comes to headcanons and mini-fics, haha. Also, I seem to have a common theme in the first fic and this fic, and that theme is being cold. I think I must be channeling how cold I am right now, lol. Thank you for reading! Up next will be Prince Sidon from The Legend of Zelda! As a note, not all of these fics will be Character x Reader. Many of them will be, but they might also be Character x Character, or simply have no pairing :) I'm just letting the prompts take me where they may.

#the arcana #muriel of the kokhuri #muriel the arcana #muriel x you #muriel x apprentice #arcana fanfiction #my writing #dani writes #500 follower event #30 day challenge #inanna the arcana #fluff #drabble

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floralbuckleyswrites · 2 years

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Fight To Get Back To You

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♡ Pairing: Eddie/Reader ♡ Genre: General ♡ Word Count: 620 ♡ Warnings: mentions of deaths related to forest fire ♡ Note: This is for a 30 day writing challenge I am doing to get me inspired about writing again. They'll mostly all be tiny drabbles. This is Day 1: Emotional Reunion.

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It was nearly three in the morning in the city of Los Angeles. You should be asleep as you have an early shift tomorrow, but you haven't been able to sleep a wink. Instead you were up, pacing around your living room as you waited for your boyfriend, Eddie to walk through the door. He had been gone for a week, having left with the 118 to go assist with a massive forest fire that was raging down south.

This wasn’t the first time he had left to go assist another state with a fire, but you had been watching the news about it and there had been multiple casualties. You couldn’t help but worry that with each day gone, he, himself might become one of them. Christopher had been worried too, yet surprisingly calm about the situation. You assumed he had simply adjusted to dealing with all the worrying about his father. Eddie had been a firefighter for many years, but the two of you had only been together for half a year.

Your relationship was going amazingly, though. The two of you having found a love in each other that was very special. Christopher had accepted you, too – and together the three of you had become a budding family. This was why you were staying with Christopher while Eddie was gone; something you were very thankful for as he truly made you feel everything would be okay.

Eddie had called this afternoon to let you know the 118 would be in late tonight, but was on their way back. He had told you not to wait up, that he would wake you when he got in, but you couldn’t help it. You needed to see the man you loved after worrying about him being out there in that massive fire every single day for the past week.

But, as the hours ticked on and on without him returning, the sleepier you were getting. You were about to give up and crawl into bed, when you heard the familiar sound of the front door unlocking.

You looked over in surprise as Eddie walked through the front door quietly, still in his uniform and carrying a duffle bag. He looked exhausted, his shoulders hunched and his eyes downcast. It took him a moment before he even noticed that you were there.

“Baby, what are you doing up?” Eddie asked, eyebrows furrowed. “Is everything alright?”

You didn’t say a word, only moving towards him and embracing him in a tight hug.

“You’re home. I’m just so glad you came home to us,” you whispered.

“Mi amor, of course I came back. I told you I would,” he replied, wrapping his arms around you in return. “Have you been worrying? You're shaking like a leaf.”

“I’ve just been so scared, I saw other firefighters getting lost in the blaze and I just kept thinking that could be you and… I just couldn’t bear that.”

“Shh, shh, baby, I’m here now and I love you,” he whispered before placing a gentle kiss atop your head. “I will always fight to come back to you and Christopher. Always.”

“You promise?” you whispered, head pressed to his broad chest as he rubbed his hand up and down your back soothingly.

Ever so gently, he brought his thumb up to your chin, prompting you to look him directly in the eyes, “I promise you, darling. Now, how about we get to bed? I want to be up in the morning to make breakfast for Chris before school.”

“Okay,’ you said with a smile, feeling reassured and happy at the thought of the three of you being together again. “I love you.”

“And I love you.”

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sev-on-kamino · 1 year

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30 Days of Blossoming Romance (5)

Day 5: Admiring them from afar (prompt list here)

Fives x afab!reader

warnings: none unless you count the dangerous levels of dehydration from being so darn thirsty for Fives 😅

Author’s note: I didn’t even bother with the random generator because it’s day 5, and there’s no way I could resist writing about Fives. I’m weak, ok? Might fuck around and do a part 2 for when they leave the bar 👀

Word count: 903

You had played it cool for as long as possible because Fives was cool. Effortlessly so. But playing it cool had grown difficult the more you let your feelings for him take root. You didn’t want to be aloof or vague. You didn’t want the chase. You wanted to be with him, wanted to be his.

So you’d made your move, laid your cards on the table. Games were fun, but you were done playing. Fives had grown quite serious with you, and for the first time you saw the strength and conviction of an ARC trooper shining through. He didn’t want to play either. He didn’t want there to be a question about where his head was, or where his heart was. Both were hopelessly focused on you.

You sipped your drink, tucked into your booth at 79’s with the other nat born medics and officers, who had ventured out to blow off steam. There was a debate going on between your friends about which trooper was the most attractive. Normally, you’d be in the middle of that conversation, but why debate when the obvious winner, himself, was at the bar, ordering a round for his table?

“Paging Dr. Daydreamer!” One of your friends said waving a hand in front of your face.

“What? What’d I miss?” You asked tearing your eyes away from Fives.

“We were asking who you think is hotter between Commander Cody and Commander Wolffe?”

“Oh, I hadn’t really thought about it. Wolffe’s kinda intimidating,” You said, taking another sip of your drink.

“Ah, and by intimidating you mean he’s not Fives.” It wasn’t a question. That was the flaw in every man. Clone or not.

A chorus of ‘oohs’ raced around the table. Your friends were well aware of your feelings for the ARC trooper, and couldn’t resist teasing you just a little.

“Oh hush!” you fussed, turning to look at Fives as he passed out shots to his brothers. “It’s not my fault. I mean look at him.”

Your friends followed your gaze, and softened a bit. They liked seeing you so smitten, and Fives was easily one of the best troopers to work with.

“And think about it,” you continued, “he’s as kind as he is gorgeous. He just ticks all the boxes and then some.”

You smiled as you watched him, holding court and telling some elaborate story. The way his eyes sparkled, as he gesticulated wildly, no doubt describing a fireball of some sort was captivating. And that damn smile. He could light up any room he walked into with that heart stealing grin of his.

“I can’t believe you’re actually sitting with us, and not draped over him right now,” one of your fellow medics teased.

“I don’t get to see you guys that often anymore,” you said turning to face them, before adding with a cheeky grin, “And I’ll be leaving with him.”

“There it is!” one of the communications officers cheered, downing the rest of their drink.

You looked over to his table one more time, happy to see him laughing and having fun. He looked up and met your eyes, a softer smile. Just for you.

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Fives was a flirt. This was a known fact just like stars being hot, and space being cold. He didn’t have to turn the charm on, because it was baked right into his personality. With you though, it was so much more than that.

He’d been drawn to you the first time you’d patched him up, mid firefight, eyes bright, gentle yet confident. An actual angel, dodging blaster fire like it was nothing. After that, he’d made every excuse in the galaxy to see you, hoping to charm you into his arms.

The ARC trooper had whipped out his best lines, and your reactions only encouraged him. Your shy giggles when he’d call you beautiful, the vulnerability in your eyes when you had to look up at him because he was so close, and the way you said his name like he was a God. He was so weak for you. He wanted you to be his in every way.

So when you’d made the first move. Laid your feelings bare for him, he’d felt the weight of what was possible with you settling comfortingly around his shoulders. You were trusting him with your precious heart, and he’d be damned if he made you regret it. Finally he could look at you, and know you were his.

And look at you he did. All the time. Every chance he got. Even now, despite the fact that you’d both agreed to meet up at the end of the night, he kept stealing glances at your table. You were stunning as always, wearing a white crop top, and a blue mini skirt. Always sporting his colors.

You were so gorgeous when you laughed, sipping at your drink with a happy little shake of your shoulders. How could he resist?

Mine, all mine, he thought before one of the troopers commanded his attention and requested he tell the story of his latest brush with death. He could give his brothers his attention for now. They deserved it too of course. He’d have all night to focus on you after all.

He snuck in one more look pleased to find you were giving him your attention. He smiled softly, feeling like the luckiest man in the galaxy.

#tcw fives #tcw fives x reader #tcw fives x you #reader insert #arc trooper fives #the clone wars #star wars the clone wars #April showers bring May Drabbles #seven writes #blue writes #30 days challenge #tcw fives x fem!reader

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dean-winchester-is-a-warrior · 2 years

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The Sacrifice

Summary: I swear, if you could see him, you'd get it.

Warnings/Explicit 18+: None. Pure fluff, except for the painful torture of a Chevy Sonic.

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Y/N

Word Count: 757

A/N: So, I’ve decided to do all 30 of these writing prompts. I may miss a day here and there, but I’m going to try to do one a day, and I will be completing all 30 no matter what. They won’t always be in order. This fic will be for the prompt: Write about finding a new hobby.

I will be putting together a Masterlist for all 30 prompts and adding it to my main Masterlist.

The beautiful text divider at the bottom, was created by @talesmaniac89.

I have a new hobby. It's an expensive one and it's become pretty time consuming. My newest hobby is finding new and different ways to wreck my car.

My first breakdown was legitimate. Something died in my transmission, apparently. So, on a friend's recommendation, I brought it down to Singer Auto. She swore up and down that I was going to absolutely love the service I'd get there.

She said it with a hint of a hidden, knowing smile, and I was curious what it was all about. So I brought in my little Chevy hatchback, and the minute I met my mechanic, I got it.

His name is Dean and sweet holy Jesus is that man gorgeous. It defies logic for someone to be that incredibly beautiful, especially covered in grease and dressed in a ratty grey t-shirt, and dark blue coveralls with the arms tied around his waist.

The description doesn't exactly scream GQ, but trust me when I say this man should be on the cover of everything!

GQ? Yes.

Vogue? Yes.

Better Homes and Gardens? Sure.

Car and Driver? Yep - logical.

Playgirl?

...?

Excuse me, I'm gonna need a moment.

I mean, I know they don't even publish Playgirl anymore, but I swear they'd put it back into circulation if Dean said he'd pose!

But I digress.

My point is that after that first meeting with him - after shaking his big, warm, callused hand - after hearing him speak in his deep, delicious, honey-warm voice - I knew I absolutely had to see him again.

So, two days later I opened my hood, ripped out some wires and brought it back in. A week later I was back with two flat tires.

The other day I brought it in for an oil change. When Dean pointed out that they'd done an oil change as a matter of routine, the first time I brought it in, I insisted they do another anyway.

"Can never be too careful!" I'd squeaked at him. To which he'd nodded and smiled slightly, eyeing me like I might have a screw loose.

So, it's really stupid that I'm sitting in front of the garage again. I'm going to tell Dean that I hear a knocking sound. If he can't find the cause right away, he may need to keep it overnight which would give me reason to return tomorrow.

I climb out of my car but instead of going into the front reception area, I sneak in through the open garage door hoping I'll have the chance to see Dean actually working on a car. Maybe his t-shirt will be clinging to him, muscles straining as he lifts something heavy.

Maybe he'll be sweating.

But as I walk around the shelving unit full of spare parts, I hear the older mechanic speaking to Dean in a gruff voice.

"For God's sake, boy, ask her out. She obviously likes you, at least enough to keep trashing her car."

Dean runs a grubby hand down his face, depositing streaks of grease across his wrinkled brow.

"I don't know, Bobby. I mean, she's pretty classy; she told me what she does for a living? And I swear I had to go home and google it, and I still couldn't explain it to you!"

"Well, all I'm telling you is, I don't want to see that pretty little Sonic go through anymore trauma. I think - "

Bobby cuts himself off as he spots me by the shelves.

He clears his throat, gestures towards me, and then shoves Dean in my direction.

My face is beet red as Dean approaches. He's rubbing one hand across the back of his neck, a shy smile appearing on his beautiful face.

Good. God. It would be more merciful if he'd just kill me quick.

As he reaches me, I decide to pretend I haven't heard anything, so I wave my hand toward my car. "There's a...a knoc-"

"Can I take you to dinner?" Dean interrupts me, deciding to go the direct route. He's smiling, but I can see the uncertainty in his emerald eyes and it's ridiculously adorable.

I feel like leaping into the air and screaming like a game show contestant who just won a million bucks. But I settle for beaming up at him and clapping my hands a couple times.

"Yes, I would love that."

Dean's uncertainty melts away and his smile becomes wide and teasing.

"K, awesome. But let's take my car. Yours seems to have a lot of problems."

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