#flyboy!drabble

[kryptonitejelly]

once again, some (domestic) flyboy!jake because i miss them. can be read as a standalone but from the flyboy!universe.

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“Can I sleep with you tonight, pleaseeeee,” your daughter ends her request with a loud whine as she tunnels her way into your side, body burrowing further under the covers until only a mop of hair remains peeking out from the top.

You open your mouth to respond, but Jake beats you to it, his head peeking out from behind the sliding door separating your bathroom from your bedroom.

“You know the rules princess,” he says, voice slightly muffled but the toothbrush sticking out of his mouth.

It makes your 6 year old sigh, as she springs up from hiding place.

“Just once,” she wails, her bottom lip sticking out, arms folded across her chest.

“No,” Jake calls out as you hear him rinse his mouth.

“That’s mean Dad,” she huffs out as she begins to scramble. You watch, an amused tilt on your lips as she frowns, body both scrambling and flailing around in anger as she manages to lower herself, feet first from your bed to the ground before running out of your room and into the hallway.

“Where’s she?” Jake asks as he emerges from the bathroom, shirtless, with only a pair of sweatpants on, the tips of his hair still damp from his shower.

“Ran back to her room,” you say, amusement painting your features as you tilt your head towards the bedroom door, “you know you could indulge her for once.”

“No,” Jake says as he walks over to your side of the bed. He shakes his head lightly, causing droplets of water to fall on your face. It makes you swat him lightly, the back of your hand coming into contact with his hip, “we let one in and it’ll never stop.”

Jake loved his children, but it was one of his hard rules. Fell asleep in your bed? He was happy to carry a child or two back to their room. Had a nightmare? He was happy to squeeze himself into the child bed until said child fell back asleep, but his bed - that was off limits, a sacred space of sorts if you would.

Jake bends at the waist to place his palms flat against the surface of the mattress, effectively confining you to the space between his arms. He kisses you on the lips; you can feel the dampness of his hair brushing against his forehead.

“I’ll put her to bed,” he says against your lips before pulling away.

“She has your attitude,” you say to which he makes a face.

“We’ll leave her with one of my sisters, can’t have two of us now can we?” He grins at you as he straightens up again.

It makes you chuckle and you roll your eyes at his humour. Jake winks at you before turning to make his way towards the door.

“You’re MEAN,” you hear the little holler from down the hallway and it makes you laugh.

“She does have my attitude,” Jake sighs, shaking his head with a glance back at you, “no, you’re mean,” he hollers back, tone light and amusement heavy in his voice as he makes his way into the hallway

Life was never boring in a house of Seresins.

[ddejavvu]

hear me out, what about messing with hangman getting him all ride up and pretty boy is like "you should mess with people of your own size sweetheart" but instead you answer- "what if I want your size" *wink*

mei write a hangman drabble that doesn't take place in a texan bar challenge: failed

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Jake is fairly certain that the way you'd rolled your hips while riding the mechanical bull was entirely unnecessary. The challenge itself was mandatory when entering what you'd affectionately referred to as a honky tonk bar, but did you really need to put on a show for the crowd of drunk vultures around the ring?

"Come on, cowgirl, get off'a there," He grumbles, grabbing your arm and tugging you back onto your feet once the bull stops bucking, "You havin' fun entertaining the local perv society?"

"It was for you, flyboy," You scoff, but you don't resist the way he drags you away from the unsavory onlookers, "You didn't like it?"

Jake turns his gaze to the grubby ceiling tiles with a huff trying to ignore the light strain between his legs when he remembers the gyration of your hips, "Darlin', you don't know what you're gettin' into with me. I'm shipping out next week, and we're never gonna see each other again. Don't do that to yourself - just go pick on someone your own size."

"That's cute," You snort, "Who says I'm gonna wanna see you again? I want your size, Hangman, so quit talkin' and show these creeps what else I'll be riding tonight."

[delopsia]

Ahh happy late bday Delgato! This is such a cute freakin’ event! You’re so creative for this!

Event: Nebula Bronc Riding

Riders: Rhett and Bob

Prompt: Maybe a drabble that’s really fluffy and sweet? Since Bob is a service man he’s kinda stiff and isn’t used to “letting lose”, so at a line dancing event Rhett and Reader help him follow the beat of the rhythm and his heart. And maybe Rhett loans Bob some of his clothes too lol

I’ll add some snap dragons to the bouquet!

And congrats on passing your exam! 💙🌌✨

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Nebula Bronc Riding— Give me a prompt for your rider(s) and I'll write a drabble with it*

If you didn't know any better, you would think your boyfriend had switched bodies with a deer, because you're pretty sure this is a sight you've seen in your headlights once or twice.

"I can't do it." Bob doesn't so much as blink. One wrong move and Rhett might haul him inside by the scruff of his neck.

"Yes, y' can," Rhett hums, and again, his hands appear on Bob's narrow hips, guiding him back into the correct position once more. "Rest your weight on your left foot again."

That Bob has down pat, bending his right knee and robotically working through the leg motion he's practiced so many times that it's created an indent in the parking lot gravel. From this angle, you can finally see the problem at hand. It's not the motions themselves that are wrong; in fact, he's keeping up with Rhett relatively easily, but he's just so…stiff. There's a languidness in Rhett's body that is virtually absent in Bob's, moving around like an unoiled robot rather than a real, living, breathing person.

There is only one solution.

Bob spins left and—

Smooch!

"Wh…?" Bobby blinks back at you, eyes round as can be.

The corner of Rhett's lip twitches, something devious sparkling behind his eye. As he pulls Bob through another step, he cranes his head down and plants a kiss on the side of Bob's neck.

"What are you doing?" Oblivious, Bobby stumbles, like he's trying to stop dancing, but Rhett's still hauling him along, determined to keep dancing to the faint beat of music leaking through the walls of the bar.

"Nothin'," you hum. Your calculated kiss on the cheek misses, landing somewhere on his jaw instead. Rhett gets him behind the ear. You lay another close to his nose. He stumbles again, chest bumping into yours, but he can only fall so far before Rhett reels him back in by his belt loops.

And Bobby giggles. "Quit that!"

"We ain't doin' nothin'," Rhett hums, biting at an exposed collarbone. Even with the flannel nearly buttoned all the way up, this old flannel of his is so damn big on Bobby's frame. The difference in their shoulders never occurred to you until Bob started swimming in this ratty old thing, tattered sleeves, two missing buttons, and a nearly ripped sleeve, courtesy of a bull's horn.

"Oh my god," heat reddens Bobby's cheeks; if life were a cartoon, his glasses would be fogged by now. But he's all real, and the most he can do is lurch to the left, trying to unwedge himself from between you and Rhett. "Let's just go inside."

The corners of Rhett's eyes crinkle, grinning. "Y' gonna go 'n dance for us, Flyboy?"

The fictional meter fills to the top and bursts within a matter of milliseconds, and Bob crumbles, burying his face in his hands before you can see his reaction. "Oh my god."

[firenati0n]

roop's second fic is here! hope you enjoy <3 <3

An Amateur's Guide to Piping That Cream and Beating That Meat by firenati0n on ao3

T | 5k

Alex invites Henry to his Extremely Specific and Ethnic Friendsgiving dinner, issuing a stern warning—no beige foods and no colonizer behavior. So basically, Henry's screwed. In an effort to find the perfect recipe, Henry stumbles upon a popular TikTok chef who thirst traps from the neck down and flusters Henry to his core. But his food is banging, along with the bod. A recipe for feral disaster. Or, Alex is an anonymous thirst-trapping chef on TikTok. Henry is an amateur cook who needs a recipe for Friendsgiving. Alex knows Henry's watching. Henry doesn't know it's Alex. Shenanigans ensue.

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[inexplicablymine]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Here is a little more of Little Drummerboy, the rockstar drummer au!

(chapter two posted today this is a snippet from chapter 3)

A song lyrics snippet preview for the next chapter! And yes you should be reading between ALL of those lines ;) The song is entitled “Every other Weekend” you might possibly imagine this to a somewhat similar tune to Conan Gray’s Heather if you so please:

you tried it for years/love wasn't enough/the front yard grew weeds/roof started to rust/you said it’d get better/trashed every one of my letters/broke bicycle training/rust under the mainframe/the car you brought by/when you’d teach me to drive/every other weekend

why would you ever miss me/stuck half alive in your memories/you gave me your word/you left me unheard/I stay undeterred/till the worlds end/every other weekend

stuck behind, loveblind/aged out of a system of bliss filled remission/ wandering halls long empty phone calls/ you walk by, what a sight for sore eyes/ bleak words of admission/ every other weekend

why would you ever miss me/stuck half alive in your memories/you gave me your word/you left me unheard/I stay undeterred/till the worlds end/every other weekend

so I fucked it up/so I ran it off/so I blew a fuse/till the world stepped up/but then you took me down/ran the weekend gambit/took my love for granted/should’ve guessed you planned it/we struck a match/ burned the whole place down/ took the weekend off/ gave you the runaround/ but still you stand/ by that bygone date/ for your sacred meeting/ some sick twist of fate/ so I hold it up/ for all to see/ every other weekend/ but you’ll never get all of me (you’ll never get all of me)

stuck half alive in your memories/you gave me your word/you left me unheard/I stay undeterred/till the worlds end/every other weekend

Can’t wait to continue posting more of this over the course of February!!!

Read Here: Part 1 | Part 2

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[happiness-of-the-pursuit]

Something Sentences Sunday

The title of this is a bit representative of where my head's at—just been feeling a bit off all weekend, couldn't put my finger on why. Haven't gotten close to completing my to-do list, either, which never helps. Hoping that perhaps Tumblr interaction will help boost serotonin.

This is from Ch 3 of Gonna Save Me, Call Me Baby, @affectionatelyrs birthday fic. Could be convinced to post this today if persuaded (also! Ch 3 brings the E rating!).

When Alex exits the airport, he doesn’t have any trouble finding Henry’s car. Mostly, because Henry’s standing outside of it, leaning against the passenger door casually as his eyes scan the crowd of people pouring out of the airport doors. Alex waves, and Henry immediately spots him, a wide grin spreading across his face. Fuck, it’s a wonder he’s not approached to be an actor in toothpaste commercials. Alex’s heart skips a beat as Henry ducks his head shyly, which is… Well, actually not the first time that’s happened around Henry. There must be some kind of wizardry to his smile.  Without preamble, Alex lets his suitcase go once he’s close enough to Henry, pulling him in for a hug. Henry lets out a surprised ‘oof.’ Then, “What’s this for?”  “I’ve missed you,” Alex mumbles against Henry’s chest. It’s warm, probably from sitting in the heated car. Alex is in no rush to let go of him.

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[read-and-write-]

Some sentence Sunday

Thanks so much to @cricketnationrise @wordsofhoneydew and @suseagull04 for tagging me, I'm glad I haven't been forgotten fnjdhd

I haven't written in a while, but I decided to pull out a wip that I was really looking forward to and write for fun and lo and behold it worked. Some non-binary!Alex for all the feelings. It's more than seven sentences but let's pretend we do not see

“So you’re not mad?” "That you’re discovering something about yourself? Never. The kids at the shelter have taught me many things," Henry speaks again, softly pushing away Alex's hand from his mouth so he doesn't bite it anymore. "They have taught me that not all experiences are universal even if almost everyone is asking the same questions, that asking yourself those questions doesn't have to set your fate in stone." “And what about you?” “What about me?” “You’re gay, you only like men.” “Alex, let me take care of my own labels,” Henry explains calmly, his tone slow as he allows every word its own time, as if that could engrave them in Alex’s mind. “and let me tell you that I will still love you, I still love you, it doesn’t matter who you are, or who you are not.” Alex takes a deep breath, letting his head fall pressed into Henry's shoulder as one of the other man’s hands comes to rest on the back of his head. “Okay,” Alex breathes out, “okay.”

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[dameronswife-2]

oh you know the rest

⊹₊ just a teeny lil drabble based off that star tours video (✿◠‿◠) featuring my newish (more proper, I guess) self insert, nim

“I still don’t like this idea of you going there by yourself.”

“You’re beginning to sound like my brother,” Nim retorts, still working fast at the ship controls, punching in the coordinates for Lothal. “Lothal’s been liberated for years, Poe, and as far as we can tell, there’s no First Order presence on the planet.”

The tinny hologram of him flickers slightly, but that does little to mask the exasperation clear in his face, or with his hands on his hips. “Yeah, as far as we can tell. Our intel could be incomplete. If you thought to look at Lothal for old Jedi relics, who's to say they haven’t?”

This does give Nim pause, but not in the mission. She looks over at the hologram and feels her heart squeeze slightly; wonders not for the first time what Poe must see in her to inspire such a strong streak of devotion to take care of her. Some belief not that she could be worth his time once she was better or more perfect, but that she was wonderful just as she was; she can’t even summon the usual level of wounded pride she would with anyone else, assuming they thought she just couldn’t do something she’s set her mind to. With Poe, she knows for certainty that it’s just that he wants her safe, and being left behind, unable to do anything, causes him the most anxiety.

It scares her, sometimes, knowing what he sees in her. She can’t help but feel as though it’s conditional, that he’ll revoke it just as quickly as he gave it, and Nim knows she would never recover if he did that; he wouldn’t, and she knows it because Poe Dameron never gives up, but it doesn’t stop her from worrying. He’s an anomaly, and she’s not sure what to make of him.

“I’ll be as safe as I can be,” Nim promises. “If there’s even a chance things could go wrong, I’ll comm you and let you know.”

She swears she sees some of the tension disappear from his shoulders. “Okay,” Poe nods. “Thank you.”

Nim gives him a little two-fingered salute in response. “And if it helps, I’ve got a really good feeling about this trip.”

“It does, but still – good luck. And…oh, you know the rest,” Poe says with a little laugh, ducking his head. If they were in person, if he was as close to her now as his hologram, then she’d be privy to getting a better look at the way he looks at her from under his eyelashes, in that way that makes her whole body light up like a fusial engine.

“I do know the rest,” Nim agrees, amused. “I’ll see you soon, flyboy.”

“See you soon, sunshine.”

[aethercore-seeker]

Closed birthday drabble for: @apple-caleb

On the shelf by his collection display, a new, carefully wrapped box waits, adorned in soft red and black wrapping with subtle wing and flame patterns — a nod only a true Ace Combat fan would immediately recognize.

Nym stood by the shelf, arms folded and head tilted, studying the spot she’d cleared last night — just enough space to fit the newest addition to his collection. She’d almost squealed when she found the model, carefully boxed in mint condition, with the original decals and all.

She didn’t want to alert him just yet, waiting to see if he will notice the box - the Hasegawa 1/72 Su-33 Flanker D "Strigon", pristine, quietly tucked inside the box.

Next to it sat a card — handmade, like always — with a sleek drawing of a jet skimming the sky, and inside, a note written just for him:

Happy Birthday, Flyboy Okay, first of all: don’t get smug about the wrapping job. Yes, I did match the theme. Yes, I know I’m enabling you. No, I will not apologize. You’ve been talking about buying this exact one for months — and I swear, every time you thought you were being subtle, you were not. I noticed. I always notice. So here it is: a tiny jet with a whole lot of heart. You once told me these models weren’t just “cool toys.” You said they were like echoes of childhood dreams — of flying, of fighting, of protecting. I don’t think I’ve ever told you this, but every time you talk about them — your voice gets this softness to it, like you’re somewhere between boyhood wonder and grown-up fire. It’s honestly one of my favorite versions of you. So I figured… one more plane couldn’t hurt, right? I hope it brings that look to your face — you know the one. The one where your whole expression lights up and I have to resist jumping you on the spot because I’m overwhelmed by how ridiculously in love I am. Thank you for sharing another year with me. I love you, Caleb. For every version of who you’ve been and who you’re becoming. Also.......... I tried to make pancakes shaped like jets. Key word being tried. (Don’t judge me.) Love you now and always, — Nym

She set the card down beside the model, just slightly tilted, and gave the box one last proud look. Then she turned back towards his room, wondering when he would notice.

[elucienweekofficial]

AO3 Collection・Instagram・Twitter・Masterlist

Thank you so much to everyone who participated in Elucien Week 2023! We are so grateful to everyone who took the time to create content and engage with the week!

We'll be keeping an eye on any stragglers in the tags and updating the masterlists accordingly. Also stay tuned for one final surprise from the moderators before we finish out the week officially 👀

📝Fics:

Lead Me Into the Light by @velidewrites

A Blaze in the Dark by @the-lonelybarricade

Meet Me at Midnight by @starfall-spirit

Ars Amatoria by @fieldofdaisiies

DILF Daydreamin' by @labellefleur-sauvage

Elucien hate sex by @darklove9314-blog

I'll Take You To The Boba Shop by @areyoudreaminof

I Was Enchanted To Meet You by @c-e-d-dreamer

The Fire Won't Burn Me by @separatist-apologist

I can't face reinvention (I haven't met the new me yet) by @midnightmasterpiece

Weightless by @asnowfern

put your lips close to mine (as long as they don't touch) by @belabellissima

Both Forever and Rather Die by @foundress0fnothing

Love on Water Lillies by @vulpes-fennec

The Fox in the Garden by @writtenonreceipts

Across the Stars by @velidewrites

The Highland Fox and The English Rose by @labellefleur-sauvage

lost in your current (like a priceless wine) by @a-novel-blog

Modern AU Spicy Prompt Fill by @aldbooks

Frost and Fire by @aldbooks

🎨Art:

Flyboy Lucien and Naboo Senator Elain by @stickyelectrons

"Oh~there you are...♡" by @witchlingsandwyverns

Elucien embracing by @fieldofdaisiies

Elucien sleeping beauty AU by @devilsnightz

fluff!Elucien by @brielyasmin

The Boba Shop AU - comissioned by @separatist-apologist from artist @zolyna_

The Great Elucien - comissioned by @iambutmortal from artist @/vinc_ry

Las Vegas Wedding AU by @cursebrkr

Elain and Lucien | Outlander Inspired - comissioned by @acourtdelaluna from artist @/artcraawl

Modern Rio de Janeiro and Cyberpunk São Paulo by @westrangecollectionkoalaposts

Domestic Elucien sketch by @corcracrow

Anakin and Padme Elucien by @wittyrejoinder

Elucien secret garden vibes by @dopeartisanprincess

sleepy by @laxibbeb

Elain Archeron and Lucien Vanserra by @afoliveira

Furry AU by @mei_lfong

Elucien WIP by @mossytrashcan

Sith Elain and Jedi Lucien - comissioned by @separatist-apologist and @the-lonelybarricade from @witchlingsandwyverns

Elucien 80s fashion - commissioned by @sanktadu and artist @lib-arts

Lucien VanBowser and Princess Elain - comissioned by @kingofsummer93 from artist @carasalexandra

Golden Hour - comissioned by @foreverinelysian from artist @tropicoola

🎶Misc:

ELAIN & LUCIEN: MODERN AU moodboard by @octobers-veryown

Court of Ties and Destinies tiktok in English and in Portuguese by @lloorryy

Her Burning Light moodboard and drabble by @sunshinebingo

Reasons why Elucien is happening by @elucienhasmywholeheart

Elucien quotes: 1, 2, 3, and 4 by @ofduskanddreams

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[kryptonitejelly]

A flyboy!universe idea/drabble because of this scene. Set in flyboy, but can be read as a standalone - Jake Seresin x you ft. Seresin sibling squabbling.

This is just me clearing up and finishing off the one billion wips sitting in my drafts…. these are just moments tbh.

Wish you were here.

Jake shoots off the text to you, telling you for what seems to be the hundredth time in that day that he wishes you were here. He sticks his phone back in his pocket, but not before taking a glance at his lock screen - a photo of you from a recent weekend where you both had gone to a flower market to pick up some blooms for home and Jake had managed to snap a candid photo of you bending down with your nose to a bouquet of fresh stalks.

“I’m sick of you moping,” Jake’s sister, Emma says as she comes into view, Layla in her arms. Jake opens his arms for his niece to which he gets an immediate response of her attempting to wriggle out of her own mother’s hold and into his. It makes Emma roll her eyes and Jake grin.

“We like Uncle Jake better don’t we,” he chuckles as the little girl secures her place in his arms and lets her head drop comfortable on his shoulder with a giggle.

“After all I’ve done for these kids,” Emma sighs dramatically in jest as she reaches out to tickle Layla’s stomach which makes her squirm in Jake’s hold.

“I’m not moping,” Jake says as Layla wriggles further into his hold, returning to Emma’s original topic of conversation, “I just miss my wife”

“Not your wife yet,” Emma corrects, but teasingly. Jake had taken to call you his wife as the wedding grew nearer - something he had easily, and happily, fallen into.

“Your wife,” Layla’s head pops up as she pats her Uncle Jake on the cheek the ruffles of her white poofy dress rustling as she moves her hand.

“That’s right princess, my wife,” says Jake as he grabs hold of Layla’s tiny arm, blowing a row of raspberry kisses into it.

It makes Layla giggle in excitement, her previous statements forgotten as she squirms in Jake’s arms.

“Has the wedding come and gone?” The sound of your voice makes Jake’s head whip up and you find yourself staring into stunned green eyes.

“Turns out the problem was easily solved,” you explain as you step forward, first hugging Emma hello before reaching out to allow Layla, who has her arms out and reaching to you, to find her way into your arms.

“You’re pretty,” she says in child-like awe as she pats your cheek gently.

“Not as beautiful as you,” you say with a gasp, doing a twirl together with Layla in your arms which earns you a child like shriek of excitement. You return to your original position, matching grins on yours and Layla’s faces only to find two pairs of similarly green eyes watching you both. Your eyes meet Jake’s and you take in the wide smile he has on his face. You pass Layla off to Emma who, reading her brother, has extended her arms to coax her daughter back into her hold.

“Surprise,” you say as Jake pulls you close to him, the front of your body flush against his, your heads pulled away just enough so that you could look at each other. Jake’s hand is resting in the small of your back.

“I would have come get you from the airport.”

“Missing the point of a surprise,” you tease, placing a palm on his chest, your hand meeting a the linen blend suit jacket he has on.

“Best kind of surprise,” Jake says before leaning forward to press a kiss to the side of your head, “but I’ll always prefer having you back earlier.”

His words make your smiler wider as you hear a pretend gag from Emma.

“You’re disgusting,” she says, as affectionately as a sister can, to Jake, her and Layla watching as Jake presses another kiss to the side of your head, before shifting you both to face the two of them with you now tucked into his side, his hand on massaging small circles into your waist.

“You’re disgusting,” is what Jake retorts in a way only a younger brother can, no matter the age.

“Are my grandchildren squabbling again,” the familiar voice of Grandma Doris sounds out as she comes sweeping into view. She’s met by two defiant sets of “yes-es” from Jake and Emma but ignores them for you instead, taking your hands as she pulls you in for an embrace, swatting Jake’s hold on you away in the process, “you look lovely my dear.”

“I was afraid it would be too simple,” you say, almost bashfully.

“Nonsense,” Grandma Doris waves a hand in the air, dismissing your concerns, “you look perfect.”

“You do,” Jake agrees, he lets his grandmother have you for a second more, but he reaches forward, gently tugging you back towards him by your waist.

“Won’t even let his Grandmother win,” is what she says to you with a smile on her lips despite the exasperated shake of her head that follows along as she releases her hold on you.

“He’s impossible,” you say with a chuckle, but only slightly bashful as Jake secures you back against his side.

“I’m not letting her go for the rest of the evening,” he informs the group matter of factly to which both Seresin women roll their eyes.

“I’m sorry you have to put up with him,” Emma says to you.

“No, we’re sorry,” Grandma Doris echos, as the two women shake their heads.

“I’m not sorry,” is all Jake supplies cheerily before planting another kiss on the side of your head.

[thelilreddragon]

Little Scoundress Drabble I thought up in honour of Star Wars Day 2024. Should I be working on a fic rn? Yes. Will I after this? No.

Don’t own ESB, so I bolded the words from the script. :)

Leia’s fingers tangled themselves in his hair, and his hands dropped hers to hold her face. Her soft lips pulled against his, and he tilted her head to gain more access to her mouth.

Han’s tongue swept across her lips, requesting entrance. She parted them willingly, and he slipped in to explore her mouth.

A metal clang sounded behind him, and they sprung apart.

”Sir. Sir, I've isolated the reverse, power flux coupling!” Han reluctantly turned from the woman before him, and quickly tried to pacify the droid.

”Thank you. Thank you so much.” He felt the whoosh of cold air, and immediately knew she was gone.

“Oh, you’re most welcome, Sir!” Han turned back, hoping she stayed, and sighed.

”Hey, Princess? Uh. You decent?” Han knocked on the door to the cabin quarters she was in.

“Yes, Captain Solo. You may enter.” He palmed it open, and saw her staring down at the pillow in her hands. “When I get nervous, I tidy,” she clairified.

Han shuffled into the room, and palmed the door shut. “I’m sorry if I pushed ya. I just thought I was picking up on the flirting, and just went for it… I don’t want you to think I’m a creep, so.”

He wrung his hands together, and fidgeted. They made eye-contact, and Leia placed the pillow back onto her bunk.

“If it was an unwanted advance, I am more than happy to pretend it never happened.” Leia looked at him, and cocked her head to the side, as if weighing her options.

She shifted her weight from side to side, and made a decision.

She took off, and launched herself into his arms, and wrapped her hands back into his hair. In one swift movement, Han caught her, and pulled her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and tugged his head down to meet hers.

”Shut up, Flyboy.”

[firenati0n]

wip wednesday <3 :)

hello friends :) thank you for the tags @sherryvalli @wordsofhoneydew @sparklepocalypse @heybuddy-drabbles @priincebutt @cha-melodius @suseagull04 @kiwiana-writes @onthewaytosomewhere @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @whimsymanaged @getmehighonmagic @ships-to-sail <3 <3

here's a preview from my tiktok au now titled An Amateur's Guide to Piping That Cream and Beating That Meat - coming this week to an ao3 near you xoxoxoxo

context for this comment - alex is on screen in very little clothing making his abuela's tres leches cake ajdslfjdfs thank you @whiskeyncoke for the cameo permission <3

and a bonus. don't say i never did anything for y'all:

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[lajulie24]

Can I beg you for more LukexWedge?

Of course! And thank you kindly for your patience. I was trying to decide – more headcanons? Random thoughts? What should I do? And then this little drabble/ficlet fell out.

Wakeup call

By all rights, it was far too early in the day to be up.That’s what he’d groaned to Luke, right after Luke had placed a soft kiss inhis hair and rolled out of bed to go meditate, Too early, Love.

Luke had chuckled softly and ruffled his hair a bit. “Notfor me, old man,” he teased, and then Wedge felt Luke’s weight leave the bedbefore he padded off to the other room to meditate.

Wedge was sleepy, but not too sleepy to catch that littleremark. “Fuck you,” he grumbled mildly, pulling one of the pillows over hishead to block out the light and going back to sleep.

He awakened a little later to the smell of kaffe floating infrom the kitchen. Emerging from beneath the pillows, Wedge squinted, eyes stilladjusting to the bright morning sun. Their bedroom caught the height of eachday’s sunrise; the only room in the apartment brighter was the sunroom in whichLuke liked to meditate. You can take theboy out of Tatooine…

As if summoned, Luke entered, two mugs of kaffe in hishands. He smiled and silently held one out to Wedge.

Wedge sat up and took it from him. “Thanks. Old man,” hesaid, punctuating that last sentence with a pointed arc of his eyebrow.

Luke laughed. “I wondered if you were awake enough to catchthat,” he said, sipping from his own mug and sitting down on the bed. He wasstill in the soft pajama pants he wore for lounging around the house, but he’dthrown on a clean t-shirt and his hair was damp around the edges.

Wedge leaned over and kissed him, breathing in the scent of his spiced soap. “You showered,” heremarked.

“We’re going to Leia and Han’s for brunch,” Luke remindedhim.

How long was I asleep?Wedge’s eyes darted to the chrono beside the bed. “Three hours from now,” hesaid.

Luke shrugged. “Wanted to be ready. And I can always takeanother one,” he said, his blue eyes wide and innocent but his intentionsclear, “if I need to.” He all but fluttered his lashes as he lifted his mug foranother sip.

Well, hells. Ifthis was his wakeup call, Wedge would take it.

[inexplicablymine]

Some Sentences Sunday!

This Sunday I am bringing you a snippet of:

Little Drummerboy

(you can go read part one right now) hopefully part two will be out this week if my body decides to cooperate!

There is probably something wrong with Alex. He concludes this quite easily, without needing to deliberate because why would anyone start fucking the person that they can’t stand. It didn’t really matter that Henry had explained himself, he was still an asshole on a good day.  That kind of manipulation doesn’t just unwind itself from the ball it has knotted around your heart so easily. It’s translated into a kind of hate sex that Alex is wholly unfamiliar with. Granted, it is still the best sex of Alex’s life.

I hope everyone likes Rockstar Drummer!Alex and his somewhat questionable choices!

Thank you for all of the lovely tags: @kiwiana-writes @littlemisskittentoes @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @adreamareads @three-drink-amy @happiness-of-the-pursuit @rockyroadkylers @onthewaytosomewhere @firenati0n @suseagull04 @indestructibleheart

Going to tag back some people to share: @affectionatelyrs @anincompletelist @anchoredarchangel @celeritas2997 @cheesecurdsgravyandfries@celaestis1 @cha-melodius @cricketnationrise @daisymae-12 @gayrootvegetable @gay-flyboys @heybuddy-drabbles @indomitable-love @leaves-of-laurelin @rmd-writes @read-and-write- @onward--upward @leojfitz @lizzie-bennetdarcy @magicandarchery @msmarvelouswinchester @ninzied @notspecialbabe @smc-27 @ships-to-sail @songliili @sparklepocalypse @ssmtskw @theprinceandagcd @thinkof-england @tintagel-or-cockleshells @whimsymanaged @wordsofhoneydew @welcometololaland @zwiazdziarka

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