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Yo! Ships! Open! Yay!

I am bored. And I’ve got writer’s block sooo yeah.

I’ll do ships for these fandoms:

-Star Trek

-Star Trek Discovery

- Star Wars

- MCU

PLEASE!! Just pick one fandom! Thanks!

Please give me a gender preference (if not, I’ll just do whatever my heart wants lol) and just add a little bit about yourself.

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Guess who sucks major ass???

It’s me. Life has been rough and more so now than before. But I’m trying to get back to my old self. Idkif that hux fic will ever see another chapter but I’ve got other ideas. I’m gonna start small though. Hopefully I can get back to just making and creating

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Wow

So, it’s been awhile. Sorry about that. I’m still planning to work on the Hux fic, but to get back in the swing of things I want to write another diabetic!reader so if anyone has any ideas hmu

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Dia-Bad Ass pt. 2

Series: Star Trek

Character: Spock

Part 1

A/n: Here’s the squeal we didn’t think was gonna happen. But it’s here, it happened.

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Dia-Bad Ass pt. 2

Series: Star Trek

Character: Spock

Part 1

A/n: Here’s the squeal we didn’t think was gonna happen. But it’s here, it happened.

You sat at your station, imputing number after number. You knew that data entry was part of the job, but it was the most boring part of the job. You looked at the time and realized you should go and eat dinner. You signed off and stood up, to run face first into a chest of blue.

“Ensign (y/l/n), did you finish that assignment?”

You looked up as Spock looked down. You nodded as you handed off your PADD, “Yes sir. I just finished. I was going to go eat dinner, unless there was something else you needed me to do.”

You could see the slightest shift in Spock’s expression, but you couldn’t tell what it was. Worry? No, that couldn’t be it.

“No, that’s all Ensign (y/l/n). You may go.”

You nodded and walked away, your personal PADD under your arm. That was weird. You thought. But was it? There wasn’t anything obviously different in that interaction with Spock, but something was… off. You thought back over the last few days, trying to remember if anything had caused this change in behavior.

“Whoa there, Ensign.” Someone grabbed your arm, pulling you away from your thoughts. You look up and Dr. McCoy looked down. “You’re going to run into someone like that.”

You shrugged, “I’m just lost in thought. Sorry.”

“What’s on your mind?”

Leonard walked alongside you as you started to share your thoughts.

“Something is off with Spock.”

Leonard rolled his eyes, “That whole man is off if you asked me.”

“Well, I’m not asking.” You bit your lip, “I think it has something to do with me.”

“Could be. He was the one who brought you to medbay after your little incident last week.”

You stopped, “He did.” You said, not so much as a question but as a forgotten thought.

“Yeah darlin’ he did.”

“But you didn’t tell him what was wrong, did you?” You caught up with Leonard. He shook his head.

“He wanted to know, but since it was a personal medical problem, I wasn’t at liberty to say. He could’ve pulled rank, but he didn’t press any further.”

That’s gotta be it. You thought, He’s probably unsure of how to feel? Maybe?

You sighed. The whole point of not telling people about your diabetes was to prevent them to not treat you any different, but that didn’t seem to be working.

“I wouldn’t stress about it to much (y/n), Spock’s just different. He’s probably worried about you in his own… special way. Besides, you’re his favorite scientist.”

You blushed, “No, I’m- shut up!”

You stalked away as Leonard laughed.

You looked at your PADD as it gave a little beep. It was your CGM warning you that your sugar was dropping. You groaned, knowing full well that if you didn’t do anything, Dr. McCoy would burst in and give you a lecture. You opened a drawer and pulled out two pieces of candy.

“Fascinating.”

You jumped. You turned to find Spock standing behind you.

“You scared me sir.”

“My apologies Ensign (y/l/n). I’m just simply making observations.”

“On what sir?” You unwrapped a piece of candy and popped it into your mouth.

“On your actions Ensign. They’re peculiar.”

You looked up at Spock and shrugged, “I’m only human, we are peculiar.”

“You are correct in that respect. But, your actions seem to be very… calculated. When you eat, sleep and exercise, it is very precise and when you do not follow your course, you become��”

Spock seemed to struggle with finding the right word.

“Sick?” You ask. Spock nodded. You smiled. You popped the second candy in your mouth.

“I don’t really like talking about it.”

“I understand.” Spock nodded.

“But I also don’t like being studied.”

You noticed a small tint of green on the vulcan’s cheeks. “My apologies. It was not my intent to make you uncomfortable. My only intent was to make sure you are alright.”

“Thank you Mr. Spock.” You PADD beeped again to tell you that your blood sugar was alright.

“I’m a type 1 diabetic.”

Spock’s eyebrows knitted together.

“I’m afraid i do not know what that means.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

“Really?”

“Despite what most people may think, I am not an encyclopedia.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “I’m sure Dr. McCoy would be glad to help and fill you in.”

You noticed a small twitch on Spock’s face, but he nodded and turned away.

“Ensign.”

You looked up and saw Spock standing over you.

“Hello commander.”

“I’ve done some research on your condition and I believe I can be of some assistance.”

“Umm…” You got that feeling in your stomach. The one that came up when someone tried to “help.”

“That’s really okay sir. I’m fine-”

“I’ve developed a food and excessive regime that should suit your needs just fine. I’ve also started researching ways to slowly eradicate your illness to better your comfort.”

Your eyes got wide as Spock continued on. This isn’t the help you needed. In fact, none of this sounded any good. Part of you wanted to push him away and set him straight but another part of you told you that you had to listen to Spock since he was your superior officer.

“I...um…”

“I’ve sent you all the details. We should see better results in the next few weeks.”

“R-right…”

I’ve got to find Dr. McCoy.

“Spock.”

Spock was stopped in the middle of the corridor by Bones. The doctor had his arms folded over his chest, a stern expression on his face.

“What can I do for you Doctor?”

“It’s about (y/n). She says that she’s told you about her diabetes.”

“Indeed she has. In fact, I’ve developed a regime for her-”

“Yeah see, that’s just the problem.”

“I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

Leonard sighed, “I can tell your trying to help, but Type 1 doesn’t have a catch all solution. It’s hard work and (y/n)’s found a way that works for her. And trying to fix it…” Bones shook his head.

“I see. It was only my intention to help.”

“Well, I’ll say you overwhelmed her a bit Spock. She told you hadn’t even known about it before she told you.”

“That is true. I did not. So I took it upon myself to look into it further.”

“And not consult a doctor?”

Spock’s mouth became a tight line as he was caught in his error.

Leonard sighed, “Just go apologize to her. She’s got it handled and she doesn’t need a green blood hobgoblin like you meddling.”

You had just finished changing the sight of your pump when you were alerted that someone was at your door. You opened it to see Spock standing there.

“Hello sir.”

“Hello (y/l/n).”

“What brings you to my door?”

“I’ve come to apologize. Dr. McCoy has made me see that I may have overstepped my boundaries in trying to help you.”

You smiled, “it’s fine commander. I appreciate the gesture, but it was just a bit much. I got it handled.”

“I just,” Spock didn’t look you in the eye, “want to make sure my most promising Ensign was healthy.”

You blushed. Those were honestly the best words you’d ever heard. Better than that one time your endo told you you had an A1C of 7.

“T-thank you sir.”

“What ways can I help you? Because I would like to be of assistance, if you’d let me.”

“Of course sir.”

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Update on me!

I’m still alive and doing shit, I’ve just been busy with school. I’m working on the Hux and Reader series but it’s slow going. I have a new Star Trek one in the works and will most likely post it tonight. Thanks for putting up with my nonsense!

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Dealings in Pleasure

Series: Star Wars

Character: General Hux

A/n: this is the beginning of a very self indulgent series. It’s gonna get very steamy and somewhat kinky from here on out. I’ll be sure to add more info as the series goes on.

Canto Bight. A playground for the galaxy’s rich and famous. As well as the galaxy’s more morally questionable entities. It was no real surprise that General Hux was there among them. Seeing as how most patrons of the establishment were great supporters of the First Order, Hux’s presence was not completely unbelievable.

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Dealings in Pleasure

Series: Star Wars

Character: General Hux

A/n: this is the beginning of a very self indulgent series. It’s gonna get very steamy and somewhat kinky from here on out. I’ll be sure to add more info as the series goes on.

Canto Bight. A playground for the galaxy’s rich and famous. As well as the galaxy’s more morally questionable entities. It was no real surprise that General Hux was there among them. Seeing as how most patrons of the establishment were great supporters of the First Order, Hux’s presence was not completely unbelievable.

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Dealings in Pleasure

Series: Star Wars

Character: General Hux

A/n: this is the beginning of a very self indulgent series. It’s gonna get very steamy and somewhat kinky from here on out. I’ll be sure to add more info as the series goes on.

Canto Bight. A playground for the galaxy's rich and famous. As well as the galaxy's more morally questionable entities. It was no real surprise that General Hux was there among them. Seeing as how most patrons of the establishment were great supporters of the First Order, Hux’s presence was not completely unbelievable.

What was interesting though, was that General Hux was not known to take vacations. In fact, those who saw him walk through the casino and those who recognized him stopped him multiple times. Here for a meeting General? Is there a mission going on? Weapons dealing? You must be here on important First Order business, no? To all, the general answered that he was there purely for himself.

“General Hux?”

Hux turned to whoever it was who was addressing him. It was a man he did not recognized, but the pin on his jacket confirmed that it was the man he was supposed to meet.

“Please follow me.”

Hux did as he was told and followed the man to an elevator that would take them to their destination. Once they stepped off, the man led Hux down a hallway with many an ornate door. They stopped at one that bared the same insignia as the one on the man’s pin.

“Go on inside and have a seat. She’ll be with you soon.”

Hux nodded and went ahead inside. Once there, he took in the room. There were two chairs separated by a coffee table. On the far side of the room were two doors. The room itself wasn’t exactly ornate, but it was nicely furnished and offered a welcoming feeling.

I suppose one would want to feel comfortable in a place like this. He thought to himself. He took off his coat and sat down. He fiddled with his gloves, an unseen nervous habit. He couldn’t figure out why he was nervous. He was meeting a woman, something he’d done plenty of times before. But, he thought, Those times were under much different circumstances.

Just then one of the doors opened and out walked a woman wearing a long floral robe. Her hair was up and she wore a bright smile on her face.

“General Hux?” She asked, offering out her hand.

“At your service.” Hux stood and took her hand. If this was any other situation, he would’ve just shaken it, but he felt that this meeting needed to be more intimate. So he bent down and kissed her knuckles.

“Isn’t that a good sign?” She said as Hux stood up right again. Part of him was relieved that she had appreciated the gesture but the other part of him wondered if he had sold himself short.

“My name is (y/n). But I always allow my clients to call me whatever they desire.”

“(Y/n) is fine.”

“Alright then.” (Y/n) placed a data pad down on the table and took a seat.

“Before we can truly start our arrangement, we need to deal with some legality.” She slid the pad Hux’s way and he started to skim its contents.

“If we are to continue with this arrangement. I need to know that you agree to my terms. If not, I’m afraid we can not continue.”

Hux stopped when he reached a certain portion of the contract. “What is this ‘General’s Clause?’”

(Y/n) smiled. “You are the highest profile client I’ve ever had. This specific clause is just to ensure that none of your outside influence will affect my operation here.”

“Has that been a problem in the past?”

(Y/n) gazed shifted a bit, “I wouldn’t like it to be a problem. If the wording in the contract seems intimidating, that’s because I’ve never had to encounter a man of your stature before. I just want you to come to me as a man and not the general of the First Order.”

Hux nodded. It was a sound argument and from what he understood in the contract, this would be very private. One could confide whatever they wanted in her and as long as her rules were followed and she was paid, she’d keep her mouth shut.

Hux placed his signature on the contract and slid it back to (y/n). She tapped through it, bringing up another document.

“You are fully aware of what I do, yes?” She asked, glancing up at the general. He shifted slightly in his seat.

“I have a vague idea…”

“Tell me. I want to make sure you know.”

She crossed her legs, making the robe reveal her bare legs.

“You...help men satisfy certain...desires.” He hadn’t realized how embarrassed he was. In his mind he could easily form the words, but saying them out loud...that was a bit harder to do.

(Y/n) smiled and slid the data pad back to him.

“I want you to write out a fantasy. Or perfered methods or… whatever you would like me to do during our time together.”

Hux looked down to the blank document and then back up to (y/n).

“I suppose now would be a good time to confess that I’ve never… done anything… like this.”

(Y/n) quirked up an eyebrow, “Sex, prostitution ,or been with someone like me?”

Hux blushes at her response before saying, “The latter.”

(Y/n) gave a small laugh, “Don’t worry general. You wouldn’t be the first. I always take things slow, regardless of a clients experience.” She stood and went to the door she stepped out of. “You just write down whatever comes to mind. I have something I want to give you before we start tomorrow. I’ll be just a minute.”

When she was gone, Hux looked back to the blank document, his mind swimming. What should he say? He had fantasies of course, but he didn’t want to scare her away or make her think less of him. But then he remembered that she was a dominatrix and has probably heard worse then what he thought of on a day to day basis. He put down a couple of things he’d like and placed the pad back onto the table. He sighed. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. He had to dedicate a whole week to meeting with (y/n). He could’ve gotten so much work done, but part of him knew he needed this. After the events of the last few months, he needed a way to relax or else he was just going to fling himself into space and end it all.

“Are you finished?” (Y/n) emerged from the other room, a small box in hand. Hux nodded.

“I’m not sure if that’s everything, but it was the first few things that came to mind.”

(Y/n) picked up the pad and scrolled through its contents. Every so often the corners of her lips quirked up.

“This is just fine, general. I have a gift for you.” She gestured to the box on the table.

“I’d suggest not looking in it until you’re alone in your room. Some of my clients find it a bit of a shock.”

Hux looked to the box and back to (y/n). “What is it?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

(Y/n) sat the data pad down and walked over to Hux’s chair. She gently placed a finger under his chin and made him look up at her.

“I always like to end these meetings with a kiss. I find that it helps break through that first bit of awkwardness. Is that alright with you?”

Hux nodded. It was more than alright. She smiled and moved to sat down in his lap. The general tensed.

“Is this alright general?”

Hux relaxed. He timidly placed his hands around her waist. (Y/n) smiled, leaning in towards him, gently placing a small kiss on his lips. Hux’s grip on her waist tightened as the kiss grew deeper and deeper. His hands started to move up her back, but once they did, (y/n) pulled away and placed a finger on his lips.

“That’s enough for now, General.”

“You’re very good at that.” Hux said without thinking. He covered his mouth as a blush filled his cheeks. (Y/n) laughed.

“I would hope so! It’s the first thing you learn in a business like this.”

She stood and the box took her place. Hux looked down at the small parcel and looked back to (y/n).

“Everything I need is in here?”

(Y/n) nodded and gestured to the door, “Sevren will show you out. I’ll be seeing you same time tomorrow General.”

The same man from earlier appeared in the open door and Hux took his leave. As meetings went, this one was definitely more enjoyable than most. He subconsciously touched his lips as he thought of that kiss. Quite the introduction for a business relationship…

Alone in his room, Hux shed the many layers of his uniform and sat at the edge of his bed. A small meow greeted him as he did.

“Hello you.” Hux whispered to Millicent, “Let’s see what Lady (y/n) has given me shall we?”

Hux opened the box and shifted the tissue paper inside. Once the box’s contents were found, Hux’s eyes went wide.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding.”

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Send me “if we were dating” messages on anon & make me fall in love with you💁

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Prompt List #1 ♛ Imagines

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

“Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry”

“Stay with me”

“Walk out that door and we’re through”

“Well. Yell, scream, say something. Anything”

“I can’t breathe”

“I hate how much I love you”

“Why are you so jealous?”

“Where do you think you’re going”

“Just leave me alone”

“I need some time”

“Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself”

“You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, cause guess what? It did!”

“Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.”

“Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.”

“Just talk to me”

“Bite me”

“If you insist”

“I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me”

“I think you’re just afraid to be happy”

“Why are you so nice to me”

“Choose me”

“We’ll get through this, I promise”

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad”

“You’re mine. I don’t share”

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

“If we get caught I’m blaming you”

“Make me”

“Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now”

“I think I forgot how to breath”

“Stop biting that fucking lip!”

“You’re blushing”

“I missed something didn’t I?”

“You come to my room and wake me up at 4am, to cuddle?”

“Well this is awkward”

“Is that my shirt?”

“You look like you need a hug”

“I can’t believe you don’t like Disney movies”

“Please come home, I miss you”

“You’re so fucking adorable”

“How can you still look so attractive while crying.”

“I’m pregnant”

“You’re lucky you’re cute”

“Cuddle me.”

“Sometimes I really don’t like you”

“What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”

“You’re seriously like a man-child.”

“You’re getting crumbs all over my bed”

“Im too sober for this”

“Oh god, I need a drink”

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“She’s pretty cool, right Doctor?”

“She’s alright, yeah.”

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Hey wait I saw in one of your imagines that you’re a T1? Me too!

YAY! I am, I’ve had it for about ten years. I’m trying to write some more reader inserts with diabetic readers so keep an eye out for those 😉

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“What’s the difference between a nicely dressed man on a tricycle and a poorly dressed man on a bicycle? A tire.”

“(Y/n) you’re not allowed on the TARDIS anymore...”

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