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oh-nostalgiaa · 4 months

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hi, @flyfreeskylark, it's me, your secret santa! you asked for an undercover mission after scarif where everybody lives and nobody dies (with a handful of smut sprinkled in for flavor). sadly, i was sick during both november AND December (and the less we talk about how much i hate my job, the better), but i managed to pull myself together long enough to get this written for you. i do hope it's to your liking! merry christmas and happy belated new year! please enjoy.

(you can also find this fic on ao3.)

in this world (it's just us)

The event is not exactly to Jyn’s tastes.

The crowd is the easiest for her to navigate - she’s undeniably skilled at moving through them stealthily. Unfortunately, that is the opposite of what she’s meant to do here, so she makes a concentrated effort to take her time, to blend in so that she doesn’t bring any undue attention to herself.

She doesn’t miss a single detail as she lets her eyes drift over the room and its inhabitants, only silently reminding herself to keep an interested expression rather than her normal impassive default.

She knows that she’s meant to be titillated by the sights and sounds surrounding her. She’s gone through the debriefs, been informed of exactly what will be expected of her - and Cassian has even - nonchalantly - tried to give her an out if she had even the slightest inkling that she could not do what’s expected of her.

Luckily, he’s got the hardest task. She is, for all intents and purposes, just an observer.

(Besides that, she’s no quitter. He should know that just about better than anyone.)

Behind the scenes, she’s got a more detailed job to do. Monitoring communications, for one. Helping Cassian prepare, for another.

Obviously, he’s showered by himself - he doesn’t require her help with everything, no matter how many times she may or may not have caught herself daydreaming about such things. He’d dried off, dressed in flimsy, flowy trousers that leave just about nothing to the imagination …

Not that she’d peeked.

Jyn hopes that her nervousness isn’t easily discernible, but she also knows that Cassian is probably the most observant person she’s ever met, and while he might not ever bring it up, the obviousness of the pause she takes while slowly exhaling and inhaling, steeling her nerves, the gentle brush of fingers against skin as she placed and smoothed out bacta patches designed to cover scars and other identifying marks is more than enough clue that she’s feeling … something.

Maybe it shouldn’t take as much concentration as she gives in order to ensure the edges of the patches aren’t easily visible through his semi-sheer tunic, but this is an important recon mission - they can’t return to base without information in hand. With another Death Star lurking somewhere out there, it’s not an exaggeration to say that this may be a matter of life and death.

It’s always a matter of life and death.

And it’s not fair for her to burden Cassian with her feelings, especially when she’s not sure that he feels the same - if he could ever feel the same. It’s selfish of her to think about love when the fate of the entire galaxy is at stake. So they inhabit this nebulous space where they’re not quite just colleagues and not quite just friends and oh, how she aches to pull him aside and let go of all her wants and fears in a torrent of words she hasn’t found enough courage to set free into the universe and it’s -

It hurts.

But Jyn tucks that pain away and hides it where she keeps all of her others - in a dark place deep inside that’s carefully locked down, never to see the light of day again.

It’s better that way.

Through the mass of writhing bodies, she catches sight of Cassian and his contact, disappearing into one of the few tents set up to offer some semblance of privacy, hand in hand. Jealousy stokes the fire in her belly and momentarily, at least, her expression reflects exactly how she feels inside, darkly desperate, devastated that it’s not her that gets to touch him or see him so unguarded and free - even if it is just a facade, another skill Cassian’s perfected in his years gathering information for the Rebellion.

Even if it was fake … at least she could pretend for a little while that he actually wants her like she wants him. And that’s got to be better than nothing.

She breathes a quick sigh of relief when Cassian pokes his head from the tent and quickly slips back into the crowd, not looking any worse for wear than when he’d entered. Seamlessly and sinuously, he weaves his way toward her, and she doesn’t have to be a lipreader to know what he’s promising some of the partygoers he passes on the way.

That sly little smile and those teasing winks are more than enough clue to know that he’s being propositioned and far from agreeing to take a detour from his current trajectory, he’s non-comittally suggesting that maybe they’ll find time to steal away later for a little fun.

Because that’s what this whole thing is all about, isn’t it? The decadence and debauchery of a free use ball, where the male guests especially are little more than party favors. And while Cassian isn’t hers to keep all to herself, the thought of all of those eager hands trying to get a piece of him makes her stomach roil.

He dodges the minefield that is interested partygoers and finally reaches Jyn’s side, leaning in for what looks like a peck on the cheek in greeting, but what really is the whispered assurance that he’s got what they’re here for. She knows, though. He hadn’t entered the tent with the same chain around his neck that he’d left with. And tucked safely underneath what passes for a shirt is a pendant with a data stick hidden within for safekeeping.

Jyn’s lips part as she gears up to ask if they’ve made enough of an appearance yet, if they can slip away without being noticed, but the words die on the tip of her tongue as, out of seemingly nowhere, they are joined by the party’s hostess, tall and handsomely severe, her keen eyes drifting over the pair as though to study them, to determine what they’ve been up to while the other guests are all wrapped up in each other.

“My dear Imri, you’ve not partaken in the feast. Is there nothing to your liking - ?”, she purrs, her sultry tone enough to set Jyn’s nerves on edge. “Or are you too wrapped up in your lovely pet to pay attention to anyone else?”

Cassian ducks his head demurely then, exactly the behavior of a man that is more toy than anything else, a man that’s been taught exclusively that his only use in life is to please another.

And Jyn is grateful for the chance to gather her words.

“My superiors would be quite disappointed if I were so rude”, she replies, her voice a teasing lilt. “On the contrary, I like what I see, Lady Eline. It’s choosing what I want to sample that is proving difficult.”

The tall older woman suddenly erupts into laughter and Jyn’s smile slowly widens (as though she’s actually pleased to have amused the monster standing next to her, like it doesn’t make her physically ill to see firsthand how easy it is for her - and for people like her - to use people for their own pleasure).

“Please, darling, take your fill of what you want. And come back for more later”, Lady Eline offers, her gaze flitting to settle on Cassian, her eyes grazing him from head to foot and back again. “You absolutely can’t leave until I’ve had a taste of your lovely Amel.”

Jyn curls her hand into a fist, her fingernails biting into her own palm as she fights to maintain composure. So disgusting, the way Lady Eline can look at Cassian as though he isn’t a person with his own agency.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Their host takes that as her cue to dramatically turn and focus her attention elsewhere, allowing Jyn to catch Cassian’s eye and wordlessly gesturing toward the double doors of the grand ballroom, their only way out.

He doesn’t have to say anything, the very slight furrowing of his brow speaks volumes. Now that they know they’ve got eyes on them, they can’t just walk right out. The already delicate operation has just become all the more fragile.

This isn’t something that they’ve practiced - although the possibility has been discussed. If they don’t want to raise suspicion … they’ll need to act. So Cassian rocks back on his heel and Jyn pushes forward, directly into his personal space, crowding him against the wall, like he’s a prey animal and she’s the predator, finally cornering him right where she wants him.

There is no room for hesitation here.

They must keep cover by any means necessary.

Imri is supposed to be offering Amel to any and all interested parties. Jyn wants to do anything but.

Outside of these walls, Cassian isn’t hers. But right here, right now, she has every intention of staking her claim, for however long it will last.

‘Mine’, she thinks, tipping her chin up to catch Cassian’s lips in a haphazard kiss, surprised by the startled noise he makes in response, a gift for her ears only. And if it’s not the sweetest sound in the entire universe, Jyn doesn’t know what would be.

It’s a little instinct, a little like a dance, and a little planning on the fly, which is obviously what they’re best at. It’s the clash of teeth and tongues and the thrill of hands slipping inside clothes to touch each other’s skin and -

Oh.

Jyn takes a moment to press her face in the space between Cassian’s shoulder and neck, savoring the feel of his pulse hammering against his skin, beating out the same staccato rhythm as hers, pounding against her ribs, filling her ears.

It’s not real, but it feels like the culmination of months spent pining after the man she’s got pinned to the wall, craving a glance, a touch, accidental or not, anything that hints that he might feel the same.

And now his fingers are teasing her nipples and she’s barely gotten her fingers around his cock but she’s absolutely feeling him come to life and it’s everything she’s ever wanted and more, but stars, does her heart ache at the underlying knowledge that it’s all she’ll ever get.

As if he hears her thoughts - and maybe he does, how is Jyn to know if he’s got some sort of latent telepathy - he breathlessly speaks, just low enough for her to hear through all the ambient noise.

“Don’t think, just do.”

And she does.

She feeds off of the groans and whimpers he gifts her with and she lets the stuttering rocking of his hips guide her hand, faster, tighter, not yet, oh, wait, wait, wait and she ignores everything around them - including their voyeuristic audience and just works to slowly move them closer to the exit.

From the wall to a nearby couch, where she pushes Cassian down and relishes his flushed cheeks and dark eyes as she straddles his lap and relentlessly grinds against his shameless erection, his hands clutching her hips and helping her move, until the world seems to explode in a shower of blinding light, and if this is how they’re going to die, at least it’s together in a blaze of glory.

There’s not much time to rest, though, and none at all to feel embarrassed about making such a mess of themselves, and once their shaky legs can hold their weight, Jyn takes Cassian’s hand and forcefully drags him the rest of the way through the doors and toward (relative) freedom.

There’s no reason to return to their suite now that Cassian’s got the precious datastick in hand and it’s easy enough to scramble the cameras monitoring their movements as they enter the lift that will bring them closer to the hangar and their nondescript ship. The chunky bracelet Jyn’s wearing hides the technology that will take care of that. All she needs to do is press a button and trust that it’ll take care of the rest.

There is a bit of a prolonged, awkward silence between them as the lift descends, but suddenly Jyn finds the air being knocked from her lungs as Cassian’s fingers tighten around hers and pull her flush to his chest, all the more caught off guard when he leans down to nip sharply at her bottom lip before pulling away, his lips twisting up into a smile.

“We’ll finish this later.”

To say it’s odd to feel so exhilarated in so many different ways is an understatement, but for Jyn, it’s not unpleasant, and for once, the thought doesn’t terrify her.

It just is.

But for the first time, she doesn’t feel like anything will be coming to an end anytime soon.

Rather, it feels like a brand new beginning.

#rcss '23 #therebelcaptainnetwork #rebelcaptain secret santa 2023 #stuff which lauren writes #stuff which lauren watches #rogue one: a star wars story #jyn erso #cassian andor #jyn x cassian #felicity jones #diego luna #pretty people being pretty

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curlyheadedfuck · 1 year

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My Forever Ships

… through the years

Xena & Gabrielle

The OG lesbian ship that brought me here.

They’re the first women I ever see kiss

and I see myself like never before.

Elphaba & Glinda

My first ever ship. My first fandom.

The first time I learn subtext is another word for longing.

Pink and green look good together.

Olivia & Casey

Because who hasn’t had a Law & Order: SVU obsession.

I don’t believe Olivia is straight,

have you seen those ADAs?

Olivia & Alex, by association.

Why not? It’s hot.

Rizzoli & Isles

I love the opposites attract trope, a total fucking sucker.

These two are the weird curvy edges

that fit perfectly together.

(and holy subtext, heterosexuals)

Bo & Lauren

What is love without a lion and a lamb?

Neither can help themselves

and love always finds a way.

Kahlan & Cara

The pairing born from the actresses sexual tension.

Enemies to loves is more compelling than

two good guys falling in love.

Myka & Helena

The love story that should have been, the romance I’ll always want to write,

so justice finally meets a happy ending.

All I have to do is change the rules.

Bradley & Laura

My current favorite, with similarities too close to home.

I’ve been here before, although my Laura did not have her shit together.

I’m both of these women. I have been and I will be.

Happy Valentines Day

To: All the ships that made me believe love is not a lie

Love, D

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the-feral-gremlin · 4 months

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Wip wed you already know what I’m asking and it’s lauren runs away

I’ve only written a small piece of the first fic BUT here’s the opening line:

Right from the start Lauren had been alert and vibrant, curious and eager to explore the world. She was quiet, her role as the eldest daughter already set in stone long before she had been born. Only crying when she needed something. Sleeping soundly through the night.

For anyone else who’s curious Here’s where to find the Wip Wednesday list

#wip wednesday #mutuals #Lauren runs away Au #kyden writes stuff #ask box

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lylawrites · 1 year

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Hamilton

Here you can find all my Hamilton fanfictions! (Click the title for the link)

Say No to This (One Shot; Completed)

Summary: A universe in which John replaces Maria. But Hamilton is still a dirty dog. (Longer summary in fic)

Relationships(s): Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens, Alexander Hamilton/Elizabeth Schuyler, John Laurens/Martha Manning

Je t'aime (One Shot; Completed)

Summary: Where Hamilton is low-key a tease and John's little gay heart can't take it

Relationships(s): Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens

Never Satisfied (One Shot; Completed)

Summary: Alexander Hamilton. The man she loves with all her heart. Her college sweetheart. The father of her child. Was cheating on her. With his best friend.

Relationship(s): Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens, Alexander Hamilton/Elizabeth Schuyler

Boredom can be pleasurable (One Shot; Completed)

Summary: Alexander Hamilton was bored. Bored out of his fucking skull. That is never a good thing but you can guess what will happen by the title.

Relationship(s): Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens

Queen fight scene (One Shot; Completed)

Summary: It's been seven songs. Each of the Queens, would you call the boys queens? They are Queens today. Anyway, it has been seven songs sings they all got here. Five different stories have been told. Is it now times to figure out who shall be the lead singer of the group? Will the finally come to an agreement? Or will they all be to angry to listen to reasoning? Find out now on your next episode of Six!

Relationship(s): Alexander Hamilton/Angelica Schuyler, Alexander Hamilton/Elizabeth Schuyler, Alexander Hamilton/Marquis de Lafayette, Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens, Alexander Hamilton/Thomas Jefferson, Alexander Hamilton/Aaron Burr

An omega in the cabinet? DAMN (Multi-chapter; Completed)

Summary: Alexander doesn't give a fuck about secondary genders and he's still going to go to work no matter what you say.

Relationship(s): Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens, Thomas Jefferson/James Madison, Marquis de Lafayette/Hercules Mulligan, Maria Reynolds/Elizabeth Schuyler

Coming Back (Multi-chapter; Completed)

Summary: A fanfic where our favs come back as Reincarnations and deal with life as teenagers in modern society. Ft drama. (Longer summary in fic)

Relationship(s): Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens, Thomas Jefferson/James Madison, Marquis de Lafayette/Hercules Mulligan, Alexander Hamilton/Elizabeth Schuyler, George Washington/Martha Washington

Black and Blue (Multi-chapter; Completed)

Summary: Where Alexander and Co. are a little bit crazy and are stuck in Yorktown Asylum. (Longer summary plus warnings in fic)

Relationship(s): Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens, Thomas Jefferson/James Madison, Marquis de Lafayette/Hercules Mulligan

But I thought- (One Shot; Completed)

Summary: Alexander soon came towards a hut, and he knows who lies within it. Oh god. Why did it have to be him? It is an omegas instinct to help other omegas, and Alexander kind of hates that trait right now.

Relationship(s): Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens

Like The Stars (One Shot; Completed)

Summary: Alex was sprawled out on the snow, his face glowed with happiness, and somehow his hat fell off. This left his hair to fan out in beautiful red curls. He looked like a painting, an angel. And John felt his heart skip a beat when Alexander turned his head and looked at him with a soft smile and bright eyes. That was the moment John realized he was in love. Fuck.

Relationship(s): Alexander Hamilton/John Laurens

#alexander hamilton #john laurens #lams fic #historical lams #modern lams #marquis de lafayette #hamilton musical #fanfiction #fanfic #hamilton fanfiction #writing #lylawrites #broadway musicals #ao3 stuff #elizabeth schuyler

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anthrofreshtodeath · 1 year

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Hill House Little League

Is possibly going to get an entire story out of me? This year's Valentines snippet is a skeletal exploration of my next baseball story. Meaning it needs a whole lot of fleshing out before it becomes something but I'm thinking about ten chapters or so. Maybe fifteen. See below the cut.

Jane shook out her legs one at a time when she got out of her car. The crime scene had just been pelted with a torrential bout of February rain, the kind that dipped up under the hem of her slacks on her way in the unmarked, and that gripped her hands with ache as soon as she exposed them to the air.

The scars weren’t as new as they once were, and they hurt less. She could move her hands with more functionality. She could drive. She’d been driving for months and every time behind the wheel gave her an exhilaration comparable to a Bunker Hill CC home run, the leather on her palms like the grip on an aluminum bat, the startup of the engine like the pop of a softball on the sweet spot of the barrel.

It made her happy, even now, on a rainy Valentine’s night when a woman had been found murdered in Lincoln park. She slammed the door of the Crown Vic with a little pep in her step, a smile crossing her face when she saw the EZ-Up tent Doctor Isles had put up - something the previous ME would never had thought of. They would have been fighting the elements and disappearing evidence all the way through a half-assed sweep of the scene.

Now? Jane could at least get a good look at the body without spitting away rain drops. She pulled the lapels of her trench coat closer to her chest, and then greeted Frost with a stern head nod. He offered her a pair of purple nitrile gloves, and she snapped them on. “What do we got?” she asked him, her ponytail swishing when she turned toward him and shook it out.

“Pretty desiccated body,” he said with difficulty. He burped with a wet groan when he got the words out, and Jane fought back a chuckle.

She licked her lips and recentered herself. “Ok, I hate to ask… but what’s that mean?”

“Bones, mostly,” Frost explained. “Some are scattered, hence the pop up tents. Doctor Isles thinks that animals may have taken… taken parts of her away. Fair warning - she’s uh, she’s kind of in a mood.”

“Doctor Isles?” asked Jane.

“Yeah. Think it’s a Valentine’s date gone wrong?” Frost cleared his throat, staring more out into the shrubbery than the cluster of forensic scientists near the body.

Jane actually did chuckle then. “If she’s anything like the rest of us, probably.”

“I hear you,” said Frost. “Either way, maybe be a little extra nice.”

“Got it,” Jane told him. “Why don’t you go help my brother over there, huh? I’ll check in with Maura.”

Frost nodded at her, all too eager to take the out she gave him. He jogged over the wet terrain to where Frankie stood with another uniform, crouched as they combed through the topsoil for possible remains.

This allowed Jane to approach Doctor Isles from behind, with a signature sniff and a hey. They were friendly. Friendly enough for that soft hey and a little elbow to a bent hip, but maybe not for an unprompted everything good? just yet.

Maura startled, snapped up with a small metal ruler in her gloved hands. “Oh!” she gasped. When she turned, saw Jane, she smiled softly. “Hi, Detective,” said Maura, in her typical greeting.

“Just Jane, remember?” replied Jane. “How are things here?”

“Well, Just Jane, there’s minimal flesh due to extensive animal predation,” Maura, with a little snark, showed her, returning to the body. “So… I really won’t know much until I get them back to the lab.”

Jane pulled out her notepad with some well-timed ignoring. “Frost let it slip that you think they’re a she,” she said, “over the phone.”

Maura frowned. “A moment of weakness, I assure you, though the pubic symphysis appears to support that conclusion.”

“You gonna cuss him out?” asked Jane, tapping the head of her pen against her notes. She smirked a little when Maura whipped a frightened look her way.

“Oh please don’t tell him I’m annoyed!” Maura begged with a pout Jane couldn’t help but want to get to know better. “It’s not about him. Not really.”

Jane’s eyebrows perked up. “Not about him, huh? Who about then? Valentine’s drama?” The door opened, and she waltzed right through.

Maura sighed, peeling her gloves off and touching her elegant fingertips to her forehead. Her chunky middle-finger ring caught the ray of the flashlight of one of her techs and Jane followed it to the green of Maura’s eyes. “Yes, though not the kind you might expect,” Maura told her.

“So… not about a guy?”

“About Declan,” Maura said with a sigh.

“Declan,” Jane repeated, confused.

“Yes, I had him all signed up for a chess-intensive this spring but today he came home from school with a little league brochure,” Maura whispered the last part behind her hand like it were a secret.

Jane’s eyes then danced with realization. “Declan your kid,” she stated.

“Yes, my son,” Maura replied as if it were obvious. “He-”

“You’ve never told me his name before,” Jane smiled, toothy and perfect and completely in spite of the dead body next to them. “Declan. A Boston man through and through.”

“Oh,” Maura said, then with more awareness. “Oh. I… I, yes. He’s - he’s eight and he wants-”

“To know what it’s like to hit the cover off a ball,” Jane supplied, her attitude both invested and intense.

“When you put it that way, I want him to sign up even less,” lamented Maura. “Chess would be so much more helpful for developing critical thinking skills, problem-solving…”

“Nah. No,” Jane puts one hand on her belt, and the other out in front of her after putting her notepad back in her pocket. “Hold up. Being on the diamond is like ten times better for critical thinkin’. And fine motor skills, too.”

“What’s your evidence?” Maura crossed her arms, suddenly back to annoyed and ready for an argument. “What’s the research?”

“A lifetime of playin’,” Jane shot back. “You think the academy made me this good at my job?”

“That makes no sense! You-”

“Where?” interrupted Jane, just before Maura jumped down a rabbit hole that she couldn’t get her out of. “Hill House?”

Maura hung her head. “Yes,” she said. “Jane, I don’t know anything about little league. I don’t know anything about baseball.”

“Yeah, but I do,” Jane stepped closer, so that they were side by side. “And they’re not just gonna let him in the Double A league without some solid foundational skills. So… if you, you know, wanna bring him around the park sometime, if you wouldn’t mind him meetin’ me, I’d be willing to impart some of those foundational skills.”

Maura’s face broke into a grin, and Jane licked her lips when her rain-softened hair framed the entire picture. “Really? You would do that? You barely know us. Well, you barely know me. You don’t know Declan at all.”

“Didn’t I say Boston man through and through? Baseball comes with the territory, Maura. With the territory.”

#lauren writes rizzoli and isles fanfiction #more valentines day stuff #set within the confines of S1 which I haven't done in awhile #we'll see when this gets written #hopefully soon

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lpdwillwrite4coffee · 10 months

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y'all better prepare to be sick of me cuz my next spicy romance novel comes out on August 2nd and I'm O B S E S S E D

it's a BDSM dark fantasy romance with a Pleasure Dom Incubus and a Plus Size Witch and there's so much spice y'all. like, So. Much.

they're both morally grey and they're both cinnamon rolls, they contain multitudes

#Lauren does stuff #Lauren writes #my books #my work #writing #books #spicy romance

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cosmicallyavg · 4 months

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im having fun writing thirteen to be autistic in this fic but it's also hard sometimes because i struggle to describe stimming without it sounding like unnecessary details..... or maybe it's just ive never read any fiction with autistic characters so it feels weird

#like i know how stimming feels to Me #but to anyone else reading... will they understand thats what im trying to portray #im also trying to find ways to not describe the same type of stimming every time #and to not make it sound childish?#because sometimes you just need to let out some whines right #but whining is correlated to a child #and so i dont want it to feel like im infantalizing the behavior #i just dont know how to better describe it #hm #lauren writes stuff

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falled-over · 7 months

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i was helping a friend with their english media hw and she didnt know who charli was so i pulled up my fave song. forgot how 'i got it' starts lol

#out loud off the phone in line for the bus #girl #shes korean but her japanese is amazing and shes working on english too because she likes american culture and music #she told me rap wasnt too big over there (forget the context of the convo) and people mostly listened to korean stuff obvi #i was like 'oh ill give you some recommendations on stuff so you can write about it for your class' (im helping her with the readings)#expected she only knew a handful of artists but she had all of the miseducation of lauren hill on her playlists #so she does not need any recommendations from me lol #she thought charli was cool though.#i expected id be making japanese friends rn so the gang of korean girls (plus saifon) was a surprise #im a commodity to the regulars. im so much taller than them its insane. some came over while i was studying and were asking me questions an #i stood up halfway through the convo to be more respectful. they came up to my shoulders #the chairs are hella short #like high school short #im having trouble fitting into shit and im 5'8. not even tall

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pedropascll · 1 year

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Once my uni exams are over I’m hoping to start writing my joel x f!oc fic in earnest.

I’ve had it planned out for weeks and I love how it’s going (it’s set before and during the tv show timeline) but I have a couple of questions since this is new territory to me:

Would it be better to post on tumblr or ao3? or both?

Who would like to be tagged in it?

Any advice for someone who is relatively new to writing fanfic

#look I have stuff on wattpad and one WIP on ao3 but…I’m so invested in this one #this is heckin scary #but adding an oc into the tv show storyline and giving her a backstory has been very fun #joel miller fic #my writing #Lauren speaks

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oh-nostalgiaa · 1 year

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Hi, @vesper-1898, it's me, your Rebelcaptain Secret Santa! The prompt was vibrating panties / modern au, and I admit it did throw me for a loop at first! But once motivation took hold (after I was sick for so many weeks, ugh), I got there in the end! I really hope you enjoy your gift, and I hope your holidays have indeed been merry and bright.

(You can also find this fic on A03.)

and give me your electric touch

Cassian was in trouble.

Or - he would be, when Jyn got her hands on him. Thing was, he didn’t entirely mind the prospect. It was only fair, he thought, after the torture he was currently inflicting upon her, at her company’s holiday party, no less.

He played the dutiful boyfriend role to perfection - mostly because he was totally dedicated to the little firebrand, but also because he didn’t want to raise anybody’s suspicions that something a little untoward was happening. Plausible deniability and all that.

He’d never say something as ridiculous as she ‘belonged’ to him, because a: people weren’t property and b: if she belonged to anyone, it was wholly to herself, unapologetically so. It was one of the reasons that he’d fallen so head over heels for her.

Jyn Erso didn’t need anybody - but she was choosing to share her life with him anyway.

Hopefully, she would take it (marginally) easy on him once the night came to an end and they were blessedly back home.

Doubtful, but maybe.

After making the rounds, catching up with her co-workers he’d become familiar with over the years, Cassian took a seat away from the majority of the action - the drinking and dancing and general holiday carousing - grateful for his uncanny ability to just blend in, an ability that he had been cultivating his entire life.

And it wasn’t because he was antisocial or because he’d rather be anywhere else than at such a tedious function. Because it wasn’t. Tedious. He quite enjoyed most of Jyn’s co-workers and was happy to count them as friends, just as she did.

He simply did not want an audience for what he was about to do, fingers idly tapping at his phone, making it appear to anyone that might look over that he was fully invested in whatever he was doing or whoever he was texting. But looks could be deceiving. From under his eyelashes, Cassian was busy. Watching. Waiting.

Cassian knew that he couldn’t just play with the new toy willy-nilly. He had to wait for exactly the right opportunity.

This game wasn’t the least bit about embarrassing Jyn. No - it was all about the tease. And to be honest, Cassian had needed a little convincing to even take part. Okay, it wasn’t as though he was 100% vanilla, but it had taken Jyn to light the spark of … experimentation.

And boy, had their experiments yielded some positive results!

Cassian still wasn’t the biggest fan of overt public displays of affection … but he only pretended at uncertainty when she inevitably got bored at whatever function they were attending, grabbing his hand with a gleam in her eye to lead him somewhere semi-private so they could engage in some hasty, handsy fun.

And, as it turned out, he really liked it when she took control.

He loved giving it to her, trusting that he was in good hands and that whatever happened, she would take care of him.

If that wasn’t love, Cassian didn’t know what was.

They had thoroughly tested out the remote control vibrating panties Jyn was currently wearing, but this was the first instance of taking their new toy into public and it was … interesting, to say the least.

He found he really rather liked holding off and keeping Jyn on edge, the way he could see her clearly take a breath and surreptitiously look to where he sat, her expression a perfect mix of curiosity and wariness, like she was surprised that he hadn't raised the frequency of the vibration from its low baseline, like she was worried that he had changed his mind and wasn't going to do it at all. But Cassian Andor never backed down from a challenge - especially one that Jyn leveled at him. Meeting her eyes, he gestured toward the phone and mouthed 'my sister' even though that was, perhaps egregiously, a lie.

Even from across the room, Cassian could see the relieved breath that Jyn took, could observe some of the tension dissolve from her taut shoulders, allowing them to drop, her rigid spine loosening enough to let her relax, at least momentarily. He let her relish the feeling for a little while longer, but as she ended a conversation with her boss and seemed to be heading toward the refreshments, Cassian decided that her reprieve was over.

Oh, and he wasn't going to ease her into it. Where was the fun in that? All it took was a series of taps and suddenly, the vibrations increased from a tolerable level one to level five and Cassian felt what could only be described as a thrill race up the length of his spine to see Jyn react in real time, to watch how she practically jumped and shivered and pressed her thighs together in vain to try to muffle, somehow, the heavier vibrations wracking her body. He was impressed with himself for keeping his composure when Jyn found enough of hers to whip her head in his direction, glaring daggers from across the room before remembering that they weren't alone and turning her attention to making sure that nobody had caught on to what they were doing.

Cassian did much the same, once he managed to tear his gaze away from Jyn long enough to scan the crowd and ensure that their little game hadn't been noticed. Only when he was satisfied that they were safe from prying eyes did Cassian tap a few more times and up the frequency from five to seven.

And what a delectable sight Jyn made as her teeth bit into her plush bottom lip and her hands curled into fists at her sides and she wavered from side to side on shaky legs. Exquisite, the way he could see the flush of her cheeks darken all the moreso in the instant before she seemed to realize how openly she was enjoying the toy and their game and pulled herself together, shooting a heated glance at Cassian before making the move to slip away from the party.

He was a smart enough man to realize that she wanted him to follow.

It took no time at all to lock the phone and slip it back into his pocket, and barely any effort at all to slip from his seat and follow the path that Jyn blazed, cordially acknowledging those that acknowledged him first along the way. Soon enough, he ventured into the hallway just in time to watch Jyn disappear into an unlocked room, most likely an office, empty. Enough to hide them away for a while, but not to offer perfect privacy. But then - that just added to the excitement.

He reached the door in record time, curling his fingers around the handle, only pausing to give a cursory glance down one end of the hallway and then the other, ensuring again that they weren't being followed. Once he was certain that they weren't, he quietly opened the door and stepped inside - only to find himself crowded against the door in the instant that he closed and locked it behind him, Jyn's trembling hands pinning him where he was, her voice low as she growled for him to give her his thigh, which he did without preamble, curling a steadying arm around her middle as she parted her legs and positioned herself in exactly the right way to give herself the pleasure he'd been denying her all night.

If Jyn wanted to use him as a toy, well, Cassian was more than okay with that. He could feel heat building under his collar as she began grinding against him, nothing slow or exploratory about the way she circled her hips and pressed down on him, her panting breaths and soft moans more than enough to set his mind racing with thoughts of all the things they could do while they were safely locked away from the world at large. But - this wasn't about him. Jyn didn't have to tell him so - Cassian could prove just how good he could be without being ordered to do it. And he was more than happy to sit back and watch Jyn chase her release, relish in the pink of her cheeks and the perfect little 'O' of her mouth, all the beautiful noises she made for him, the way she clutched at his sweater like he was the only thing keeping her feet on the ground. Christ, she never failed to set the blood in his veins on fire in the best ways.

She didn't have to gasp a warning that she was close, the tightrope tautness of her body was a dead giveaway. And for as much as he didn't want to have to tear his eyes away from her, even for a second, he still needed to glance at his phone momentarily once he fumbled for it in his pocket and retrieved it successfully, the smirk on his lips slowly growing wider as he opened the app once more and jacked the frequency up as high as it would go, rewarded in the way her eyes widened and he gasped something incoherent, riding each vibration wracking her body just like how he imagined a seasoned rodeo rider would.

It hardly took much more than three or four stuttered rolls of her hips and Cassian found himself witnessing Jyn falling, falling, falling into an abyss of pleasure, her body shuddering from the force of her orgasm. He cared little of his own pleasure - and why would he - when this was everything he needed and more, the ultimate gift made all the better knowing that he was partly responsible.

As he adjusted his grip, Cassian was surprised by Jyn surging up on tiptoes to capture his lips in a fierce, possessive kiss, his breathless laughter muffled by her lips pressing against his. His expression must have registered the question on his mind, because Jyn didn't even give him a chance to ask it before she supplied an answer, her voice low and hungry.

"I'm gonna fucking wreck you."

Cassian's eyes darkened in response, and he let his free hand drop to her waist, squeezing gently. Words, who needed words? They both already knew the truth of the matter.

He couldn't wait.

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