My dad was a mechanic for 20+ years, and for as long as I can remember, I drove him nuts because I would go around the house with a screw driver he left out and take everything apart because I wanted to see how it work. As I grew older I developed an affinity towards computers and electronics, which led me to be “that kid” in High School who changed his grades, crashed the school districts servers, and used the NETSEND command with great success. I would spend my weekends either with my grandparents and uncle working on science projects or dragging my dad outside to help me fix my car (which consisted of him telling me that he would help once I got it taken apart). Those “figure it out” lessons were the probably the greatest gift he could’ve given me growing up.
I joined the US Army in 2004 and went into communications or “commo” for short (25U) where I managed to go from PVT (E1) when I joined to SGT (E5) by the time I returned from my deployment in 2006. After returning home, I was subsequently transferred from a Light Infantry Unit (walking everywhere) to a Mechanized Infantry Unit (Riding in an armored vehicle everywhere) and placed in charge of the Battalion Commo Shop as the current person running the commo shop was scheduled to retire in a few months and I was the only other NCO. This is where things got interesting and my Commo vs. Mechanics ProRevenge story starts…
Check your rising (the sign acquaintances see) and midheaven (the sign work bosses/employees and strangers see). Also check your sun and dominant.
Based on experience with others’ sun/rising/midheaven
The walk of an Aries:
When the Ram walks, they do not swing their hands. Their walk may seem quite sloppy, but it is just straight to the point. They stand tall, but not completely upright, and their shoulders are quite relaxed. Aries do not take quick paces, but instead long strides. They are the one mindlessly fixing their hair as they walk. Eyes exploring their surroundings, sometimes Aries seem lost, even when they know exactly where they are going.
The walk of a Taurus:
They keep their body straight, with their shoulders slightly hunched down. Often, they are fiddling with their belt or sweeping their hair to the side. Their strides are big, and they walk fast. The walk of a Taurus almost seems mechanical. When walking, they are looking at their destination, or whoever is with them. They are the ones to turn around in the middle of a busy hallway, without noticing it is packed, just to tell you about a movie.
The walk of a Gemini:
With almost a swagger in their step, their shoulders are down and back in confidence. Their thumbs may be in their pockets, or hands playing with an object. They walk at a quick pace, with usually quite small steps. Their eyes are usually fixed on the destination, even if talking to someone on the way. The walk of a Gemini almost looks unbalanced, as they may sway slightly come side to side. They are the ones who blindly stop in a crowded doorway.
The walk of a Cancer:
Their walk seems to be in slow-motion, and is usually quite humble. They have relaxed shoulders and an air of softness in each step. They are usually talking to someone when they are walking, but if alone will be minding their own business; maybe playing with their hair. Often their hands have to be still, but doing something; like being in their pockets, or holding a book. In busy hallways, they are snaking through the crowd.
The walk of a Leo:
Very proud. Their shoulders are down, their back in straight, and their chest is puffed out. Their movement is bold, with short steps. Often, they are carrying a folder under one arm. Leo will be set on their destination until something breaks their focus, and their eyes start darting around their location. A Leo may swing their free arm swiftly, their palm faces either up or down. They are either the ones blocking the path, or the ones grumpily trying to get past.
The walk of a Virgo:
Their hands have to be busy; fiddling with a tie, holding books, or holding their hands together. Their steps are short, but their pace is quite quick. They are often looking to the ground and glancing down, only looking up to appreciate the scenery around them. Their shoulders are always relaxed, but either enclosed on themselves or open, depending on how confident the Virgo is in a space. They are the ones navigating through crowds.
The walk of a Libra:
Their walk can be seen as sloppy, but usually it is just because they are very chill. They talk soft-footed small steps, and do not walk very fast. A Libra believes they have all the time in the world to get to their destination. Often engrossed in conversation or thought, Libra is looking around, but never as anything specific. They are the ones who block doorways as they are unaware of their surroundings.
The walk of a Scorpio:
The movement of the Scorpion is swift. It is almost like they have perfectly rehearsed every single movement. They usually have their hands in their pockets or a bag around their arm, with the feet pointed out like a penguin. Watching people, their eyes often fix on individual things, then move onto something new. Scorpio walks at a fast pace and is often conscious of those around them; opening doors and standing to one side in order to not be in the way.
The walk of a Sagittarius:
They are fun and sloppy, often stood straight backed in contrast. The Archer is usually find standing tall, with their chest puffed out so slightly. They use their bodies and gestures boldly, maybe their shoulders move up and down when they laugh, or their whole side turns as they open doors. Blissfully unaware of those around them, Sagittarius may fall into you or stop in front of you quite often.
The walk of a Capricorn:
They have a natural swagger. They may have their fingers curled with one palm pointing to the ceiling, or their feet slightly pointing out. They are very active walkers in this way, as they are always doing something with their hands. Capricorn is notorious for fixing or mindlessly playing with their hair. They may sometimes seem fierce or scary, as they stand and walk quite boldly. Sometimes they block the halls, but this is because if you don’t say “excuse me”, why should they move?
The walk of an Aquarius:
Aquarius is blind to those around them, merely enjoying those they walk with or any plans they are thinking up. They lean back slightly and walk with a group of friends whenever possible. Often, you will see them subtly swinging an arm back and forth. The Water Bearer often walks with a smile on their face. They may be in the way of people, but they don’t particularly care about that, as you could probably find a different way around.
The walk of a Pisces:
They do not draw much attention towards themselves. They walk alone in peace, or often take a back seat in larger groups. The Fish may have their head to the ground as they take quick and small steps. This individual can often be stopped as they tend to swing their arms. If a Pisces isn’t looking at the ground, they may be seeing looking out to the distance, or examine an on-coming crowd.
Requested by @buckybarnesaddicted:
Hey can I have a request ? 😄 I have a cold at the moment and feel like reading a one shot where “Sherlock is taking care of you when you’re ill ” if you attached any gifs it would be awesome !!!
Pairing: Sherlock x reader
Word count: 2,763
A/N: Ugh, I need this right now but in real life. Also, I suck at adding gifs, my apologies.
ever gone underwater and tried to listen to the conversation being held on the
surface? Well, that was how (Y/N) heard everyone that day. Distant, confusing,
ever smelled something so disgusting you instantly feel like fainting? That’s
how (Y/N) felt that day, even if there was nothing to be smelled because her
nose was blocked.
ever been hung over and trying to act normal? Go to work, talk to people, even
going outside to the sunlight. It’s annoying, like a hammer hitting ones skull
every time a noise can be heard, and the sunlight feels like burning one’s eye
orbs and just the thought of living feels like a nightmare.
ever been so tired you feel like you can’t move? That was (Y/N). It was almost
as the invisible elephants had tied invisible weights to her limbs just so it
was harder for her to move. Or even more logically, like a prisoner who gets to
carry the black berry around for a whole day.
coped with it. She followed John all over London, making questions, doing
research, chasing after people and stopping to have something to eat in between
all of that. She did it without complaining, only because it had to be done.
To be a
Doctor, John was very distracted – or too much into his job – to notice she was
sick. Maybe because in London the weather usually gets healthy people to have
red noses – without mentioning the massive amount of makeup (Y/N) had tried to
avoid looking like a character from Zombie Land – or maybe because (Y/N) wasn’t
complaining, but either way, John had no idea she was sick.
their work finished with a black eye on John and a few dollars less from (Y/N)’s
bag. The two friends said their good-byes and went to their own ways. John
returned home to his wife, and (Y/N) went back to Baker Street to give Sherlock
the information they had gotten.
terrible.” Sherlock commented without looking up from the files on his hands.
Rowoon decides to finally confess to you after you’ve been away for a while, but things take a turn…
Protagonists: Rowoon & you
Word Count: 3,3k
A/N: Don’t hate me, I wanted to write my first fluffy fic, but it gave me bad ideas… The original title was “Confession”. I know he just debuted, but he’s a 96′ liner and we’re all going to Kpop hell anyway. I’m not even sorry for this one. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
now that he is in front of your building that doubts start creeping in his
head. What if she didn’t miss me? What if she gets angry for dropping
by unannounced? He tries to shake off this spiral of negative thoughts
by stretching his back and rolling his shoulders. Rowoon looks
up at the series of windows where he guesses your apartment is, wondering if
you had time to unpack your suitcases.
A group of
high school girls pass him on the street and he promptly looks down at his
feet, hiding his eyes behind his cap. Why does she have to live so
close to a school? He sighs and the black mask he is wearing sticks on
his face and mouth. He might as well make a move or go back to the dorm
man carrying bags walks by in direction of the apartment complex and he offers
to assist, seizing the opportunity to enter the building. The singer holds the
front door and helps the elder get on the elevator with his bags. After a low
bow and a short thankful exchange, the doors close and Rowoon is left alone in
call her? He has
a strange feeling about this. He is usually confident, but the closer he gets
to confess, the further away you seem.
It was a
year ago, he was with Inseong on break between practices when
they decided to stop by a coffee shop. They entered and he immediately noticed
you, sitting with your long legs crossed at a high table near the counter. The
spring sun was illuminating the whole place and time seemed to stay still for a
few seconds. You ran your fingers through your hair before bringing them back on
your coffee mug, your nails carelessly hitting the ceramic in rhythm.
smiling brightly at the guy in front of you and the whole time Rowoon and
Inseong waited at the counter, he couldn’t stop himself from throwing glances
your way. When he looked at you for the seventh time, your eyes locked and the
air stopped in his chest. Inseong saw his face and followed his gaze with a
He half-yelled in the empty coffee shop. Rowoon reluctantly turned his head and
noticed for the first time that the guy sitting with you was working in
marketing for their company. His name was Minwoo and he was an American-Korean
who was only 3 years older than Inseong. Everyone at the company knew how much
of a player he was, basically dating a new hopeless girl every month. A fire
began to burn in Rowoon’s chest, spreading to his ears, making them turn bright
“Hi guys, I
guess you’re on break? You should sit with us while you wait.” Minwoo smiled
back at Inseong and gestured the high table next to them. Rowoon sat in dead
silence, wondering why their hyung would want them to crash his date. This time
he avoided to look at the foreigner girl, staring at the wood design of the
table instead. Inseong happily introduced himself in English and you were
instantly wowed by his ability.
nice to meet you!” He immediately proceeded to ask where you were from and your
age, but you just blushed and giggled the questions away.
Rowoon right?” He lifted his head amazed at the way his name fell out of your
lips and sounded so marvelously smooth. When your eyes locked again, he mumbled
his greetings in English with a small voice. You stared in curiosity, making it
hard for him to form coherent thoughts. “I already know about SF9, I’m sorry if
that’s weird”. A nervous giggle climbed your throat and the young man continued
to look at you until the barista interrupted with two coffees.
guys need to go or do you want to stay with us a little longer? Y/n still has
time left, right?” Minwoo kindly switched back the conversation to Korean.
have to get back to work right away Oppa, it’s alright.” You answered in Korean
with a heavy accent.
we also still have time. How do you speak Korean so well?” Rowoon asked
politely. He was instantly more comfortable and bold in his own language.
Inseong raised an eyebrow, knowing that the younger singer was the one who
wanted to go back sooner to the dance studio.
working here for a year, Minwoo-oppa is one of my housemates.” The girl warmly
grinned at him, making his heart skipped a beat. I guess they are not
on a date then. He smiled back.
to tell her. I need to tell her how much I missed her when she was away. Rowoon presses the button to call
the elevator down again. He let his feelings build up for a year before
being ready to confess, if he waits any longer you might start to seriously see
someone. He doesn’t want to end up being just a friend
are nervously drumming the side of his thighs as the elevators doors open and
he gets in. The singer pulls the mask down on his chin and press 12, the
strange feeling in his guts intensifies as the lift starts to move. When he
gets out on the twelfth floor, he mechanically walks to your place even if only
has been there once since you moved. Rowoon barely gets to knock 2 times before
you swing open the door and he bounces back in surprise.
shit. She wouldn’t have answered the door half-naked, right? He gulps. His eyes wander on
your legs before he looks up, avoiding eye-contact.
forms a silent “O” when you register who’s standing at your front door. You
just thought the pre-paid delivery was there and opened it without thinking.
Rowoon’s gaze caresses your legs disappearing under the oversize t-shirt you
threw on. The way he looks at your body longer than necessary makes you blush
and you clear your throat before trying to speak.
you were the chicken!” You laugh to hide your discomfort and stare at him
behind the chaos of your wet locks of hair.
well I-” Rowoon starts. Oh god, I look like a total mess.
Remembering your current state, you panic and interrupt him.
miss me that much? Is that why you’re already visiting me?” You playfully hit
his shoulder, trying to sound has normal as you could, but blabbering nonsense.
“I just got back and took a much-deserved very hot bath.”
WHY? Jeez, you hate yourself. The
words escaped your mouth before you realized. This isn’t the kind of things you
should be saying to your younger male friend. No big deal where you’re from,
but Koreans are a bit more cautious with their choice of words.
know that you just got back. That’s why I’m here.” He frowns. “I mean, the bath
is not why I’m here. I didn’t know about the bath. It’s not something I would
have known about, right? What I mean is… I’m here to see you…not see you in the
bath… But it’s also logical that you would want to wash after the fligh-“ His
ears are bright red and he clearly needs help to finish that speech.
being weird.” You cut him off, ending both of your sufferings “I’m sorry, I’m
not on my more reserved side right now. You want to come in? I’ll behave.”
Raising an eyebrow, you open the door wider. You must admit, you’re really
flattered to be able to make him flustered like that.
Shouldn’t you put something else on?” Pure panic is
perceivable in his voice and he’s staring at his feet seemingly terrified to
look up. Why is he that nervous? He has seen you in your
time you saw him like that was when you covered HyunA at a karaoke and tried to
get him to dance with you. You were so drunk that you kept telling him
repeatedly how hot he was. The next day, Rowoon was so uncomfortable he
couldn’t meet your eyes, so you lied and said you didn’t remember anything.
When you asked to know what you did to embarrass him, he lied too and you both
never talked about it again. Great memory there, Soju-champion. A
faint blush creeps on your cheeks and when you look down at yourself, you
finally get his agitation.
am wearing shorts.” You make that statement in the dullest tone and move to the
side to let him in. He passes you like a ghost, more dead than alive. A million
thoughts run through your head. “Why would you think I’m answering the door
wearing only a t-shirt anyway?” You ask trying to ease the tension of the weird
you just threw something on when you got out of the bath, sorry.” His
expression is still dark, probably because of the embarrassment.
knock on the door you closed seconds ago stops you from reassuring him and you
accept the chicken delivery without further ceremony. When you turn around to
move to the kitchen you are surprise to see the singer is still standing in the
go now and let you eat.” He asserts hastily trying to get around you and leave.
You firmly grab his arms and turn him around. He’s so close you can feel his
breath on your face and goosebumps spread on your arms. Rowoon towers over you,
his dark eyes looking straight into yours for the first time since you opened
are you here?” Your voice falls flat in the tiny space. It sounds more like an
accusation than the invitation to stay longer you intended.
you.” Even if he casually said those words to you before, you feel his whisper
this time is slightly different, needy. He’s still inspecting your
eyes, begging you to answer a question you’re not sure he asked. Rowoon slowly
licks his lips, something you know him to do when he’s edgy. Suddenly, it
proves to be too much and you pull on his arm to bring him closer. Your lips
brush gently against his and you immediately back off keeping your eyes shut.
you too” …But not in a friend kind of way. There goes a year of
self-control, congrats y/n.
find the courage to open your eyes and face him, you are being pushed to the
wall. Rowoon’s lips crash on yours again, this time, fiercely. You gasp in his
mouth, surprised, but he doesn’t seem to mind at all. He presses his body to
feel you closer and you kiss him back slightly parting your lips. His right
hand is on the wall next to your head while his left hand is getting lost in
the wet mess of your hair.
the bag of chicken on the ground to get a hold of his shoulders and keep him
close. All thoughts about preserving your friendship vanished and you abandon
yourself in his embrace. Rowoon’s tongue begins exploring your mouth, so soft
and warm that you let out a needy moan. The young singer pulls back astonished
and you seize the opportunity to take his black mask and slide his jacket off.
Once they’re next to the chicken on the floor, you grab his neck, closing the
gap between your lips again. It’s not too long before you’re both panting, your
bodies craving each other. Rowoon drops his head, sucking gently where your
neck meets your shoulder.
to my room.” When you lightly push him away, he pouts before obediently
following you to your room. He sits on your bed and looks up in awe as
you take your shorts off. You’re staring at him, only in your panties and
oversize t-shirt, waiting for him to remove his pants.
As soon as
they are free, his hands are on your thighs, caressing them up and down. “I
love your legs.” He deeply groans while his fingers trail up, exploring your
bare skin. “Oh, I know.” You grin and climb on his lap, thinking of
all those times you caught him peeking at your thighs. You tug at the hem of
his t-shirt, urging him to take it off too.
abs are exposed you bite your lower lip and an impressed hiss escapes your
mouth. “God you’re hot.” He smirks and pulls you into a kiss. “Hotter than what
I told you that day at the karaoke.” He pecks your lips again but ends up
chuckling against your cheeks. “I thought it was the soju…” You grab his chin
and look in his dark brown irides.
eyes. Did you forget I knew you as an Idol before? I already had a crush and
bad ideas about you.” You begin to grind your hips against his in rhythm, making
him moan as he firmly holds your ass. Between pants, Rowoon nibbles your neck
and his hands explore your body. He reaches underneath your t-shirt to cup your
breasts and tease your nipples.
ideas, hum?” Your wetness soaks your panties with each grind of his clothed
bulge against you. “Ro-Rowoon…” After a moment, you start to believe you’ll
both come undone like this, but he uses his weight to flip you on the bed.
Rowoon blinks, searching for his breath as you remove your t-shirt and stare
innocently at him.
murmur sends shivers down your spine. Slowly, he starts to kiss his way down on
your body and his fingers gently touch the wetness through your lace panties.
He leaves a last kiss on your right hip before giving you a lustful gaze and tossing
them aside. His thumb slides up and down your opening, spreading your
wetness. You fist the sheets of your bed, trying to hold onto reality. He
inserts a finger inside you, moving it carefully and gauging your reaction.
“Aa-ah, please… Rowoon…” You whine and he adds a finger, feeling a bit more
confident. He moves them back and forth, curling them occasionally to look at
you curve your back, fascinated. He’s panting laboriously, letting
out groans and scattering kisses on your soft skin. The sight of you getting
off on his fingers is making him crazy. “Noona… Hum- Is this for real?”
help but wonder too, the situation seems surreal; the man of your dream is
gently sucking the soft skin of your inner thigh while letting out little
moans. His chest is rising and falling in rhythm, his black hair is a mess and
his lips are swollen and red. Rowoon is kneeling next to your bed,
in-between your legs. “Come here.” Your voice is hoarse and
you sensually gesture him with your finger. He climbs up the bed to meet your
needy lips. “This is real…” The weight of his body is pinning you to the mattress.
It only makes you want him more and you grind your hips against his. Rowoon
grunts in the kiss and drops his head in frustration. “I don’t have protection;
I really didn’t think that we’d-”
okay.” You interrupt and can’t help but giggle when he thanks God and Buddha as
you reach in your bedside table. In no time, Rowoon is fully naked in front of
you, rolling down a condom on his length. Leaning on your elbows, you bite your
lower lip, appreciating the sight. The corner of his mouth curl up in a shy
smile and you notice how red his ears still are. “I can’t believe you’re still
blushing.” His black gaze meets yours.
“What can I
say; you have no idea the effect you have on me.” His cheesiness makes you laugh
and he tries to stop it with his lips while he’s positioning himself on top of
you. He begins to suck on the tip of your tongue, prolonging the embrace until
you’re both searching for air. The tip of his cock brushes against your folds
and you gasp in anticipation but he stops his movements. “Are you sure?” His
voice is almost inaudible and if you were a meter away you wouldn’t have heard
it. You nod and his eyes scan yours for confirmation. What he finds seems to
reassure him because he slowly sinks himself in you, still maintaining eye
seconds of immobility, Rowoon starts to move again at a maddeningly gentle
pace. “Faa-faster” You beg. He obliges and brings his palm behind your right knee
to spread your legs and allow himself deeper. You both cry out when he begins
to move faster and harder. The sounds of moans and skin against skin rapidly
fill the room and you close your eyes, overwhelmed by your senses. Rowoon plants
sloppy kisses on your neckline. You grip his hair and shoulder, his breath and
saliva trailing patterns on your chest.
He lets go
of your leg to drop his body closer to yours and brings his thumb to your
sensitive bud. When it starts to rub little circles, you become even more of a
mess, trembling and clenching your thighs against his legs. His name falls of
your lips like a mantra and he returns it to you with low animal grunts. He
speeds up his pace again, his hips hitting you firmly with each thrust. The
mixture of pain and pleasure begins to make you lose all awareness and your
orgasm builds up in your stomach. You completely reach your high right when
Rowoon cries your name while coming undone. The peak of sensations sends you
over the edge. Spasms take control of your body and you abandon yourself to the
waves of pleasure. Rowoon collapses next to you, breathing loudly while you
both try to regain composure.
moment, he looks at you and caresses your cheek with his index. “Are you okay?”
You turn your head his way, a bit startled. “Why? Aren’t you?!” He just laughs
in response and brings your body closer to his. For a few minutes, you just lay
on his chest, feeling the drowsiness settle upon you both, until your stomach protests
his starvation. The memories of the rest of the night hit you and you start to
worry about what tonight means for your relation. You may have dream of this
ever since you met him at the café, but you were kind of hoping for more than a
you didn’t really tell me why you came here tonight…” You look
up to him, but his eyes are closed.
pauses and then smiles. “To confess.”
how did it go?” Relieved, you chuckle excitedly.
think it went pretty amazing, to be honest!” You both giggle and he lovingly gazes
at you through his eyelashes. Was this always this easy? We should have
done that ages ago. Before any of you can add anything, your stomach
makes a new protest noise and you stand up embarrassed.
guess the chicken is cold now and I have to wash up again. Care to join me in
the shower?” You turn around, ready to sexily wave your hips and make him
follow you to the bathroom, but he grabs your hand.
should warm the chicken and eat first.” Rowoon hesitates and bites his lower
lip a bit embarrassed. “We could get dirty again afterwards, I mean…” He playfully winks at you. “Why wash up? I
want to know all about those bad ideas
you said you had…”
- Lyly. (I live on a twelfth floor and this could be my studio #oops) ;)
I hear a voice, before
I even feel anything else, before I can even feel my own limbs.
Hearing is the last sense to go, but also the first to come back.
I… don’t know how I know, but I do. I do.
It’s my name. I recognize it. The way you say it feels so familiar. Do we know
each other? I feel like we do. I see a light–
it is golden and warm and,
somehow, I know that is the voice. What is your name? I want to ask, but my
tongue is lead and my throat sandpaper. I barely part my lips.
Open your eyes.
It hits me then, all at once. And it is terrifying.
Series Summary: Cassian and Reader
Firsts – from meeting each other to the first time, first kiss, first fight,
first “I love you”, to their (first) last breaths (maybe…that might be too
Time Cassian and Reader have known each
other: 9 months
Prompt: Anonymous- “firsts” for cassian
x reader please?!? (like first date, first kiss, first fight etc) :-))
Author’s notes: Phew sorry I was hoping to have this up earlier but life…so here you go! All I have to say is KISS KISS KISS KISS KISS KISS
KISS MY FAVORITE PART OF FANFICTIONS
since you had realized you loved Cassian your world had been different. You
felt lighter and lit up every time you saw him. Your heart would skip a beat
when his hand would brush against yours. And when he touched your back you
would lean into him as far as you could.
Though Cassian definitely
noticed how much happier and touchy you were being he didn’t say anything,
instead he would just smile and pull you closer.
you had finally admitted to yourself how you felt you still weren’t sure if you
should tell Cassian. Did you really want to ruin one of the best friendships
you ever had? Did you really want to risk losing the one person you loved more
than anything? Did he even love you back?
There was only one way to find out.
you went to find Cassian, a week after the
realization, you couldn’t find him. He wasn’t in his room, the mess hall,
the intelligence center, or even his (unused) workshop. Your last stop was the
ship was gone.
What? You knew that he didn’t have a
mission, because he hadn’t said goodbye, and Cassian always said goodbye.
asking around, you couldn’t get anyone to give you a straight answer. You
searched for General Draven or one of Cassian’s supervisors, but none of them
were on base as well.
the day passed, you grew more and more frustrated and began to see people
outright avoiding you, which only made your suspicions grow.
were finally able to corner General Draven, who had just arrived on Yavin 4 a
few minutes before. He informed you tersely that Cassian was on a covert
mission that was need to know only.
you could take out your anger on Draven, he was already halfway down the
hallway. Seeing as the last time your yelling had damaged his hearing, you
didn’t blame him.
days passed without any communication from Cassian. After refusing to call him
the first few days, because you were mad he didn’t tell you he was leaving, you
caved and sent him 7 messages within five minutes even though Draven had told
you Cassian wasn’t allowed any form of communication.
the days passed, your anger subsided. You knew it wasn’t Cassian’s fault and he
was just following orders, but you were annoyed and had to take it out on
someone. And that someone soon transferred onto an unsuspecting rebel.
rebels had become the focus of your annoyance for the past few months.
since you had become friends with Cassian you had been receiving more attention
on base. You used to be able to slide under the radar, but because of the base
wide bets and drastic declarations of love, people definitely knew who you were
first you didn’t mind the attention. Just hellos, small talk, and friendly
gestures, but over time it began to become more.
More meaning your fellow rebels began
asking you out.
would try to impress you with epic stories of their adventures and daring
rescues. Usually you were able to scare them off with a sly smile and a flick
of your gun. Sometimes when that wouldn’t work you’d look desperately to
Cassian, who would growl at them until they quickly scurried away.
was the probability that a new cocky pilot would join the rebellion the exact
week that Cassian was away?
new pilot was impressive. But he was
also cocky, arrogant, and annoying. And you had somehow caught his attention.
started gradually with him trying to talk to you and sitting next to you during
meetings. But it quickly grew to him bringing you food, trying to carry your
belongings, and constantly asking you to go out with him.
declined multiple times, but he wouldn’t give in.
knew that you were available. He told you that he had heard all the rumors about you.
weren’t sure what that meant, but it made things hell. He would act like he
knew all about you, he would bring you your “favorite” food or “favorite”
flower, but he never got one thing right.
Cassian was gone you had no one to complain to or help you scare him away.
instead of dealing with the problem you avoided it (like you did with
everything else). You would stealthily travel through the base to avoid him, peering
around corners, hiding in alcoves, and you even climbed into an air vent one
day. You had barely eaten, because every time you went into the mess hall he
would pop up, no matter what time.
he found out where your room was you took to hiding out in Cassian’s room.
was in his room that you came up with your master plan.
were going to kiss a guy to prove that you liked someone else and weren’t
interested in him.
Time to find a guy.
going through the list of men you had worked with in the past, you chose a
mechanic. He still owed you a favor after you had picked him up rare parts for
the R2 unit he was building.
shooting him a quick (desperately begging) message he agreed to meet up the next
day. You went to his workshop and you were somehow able to convince him of your
plan. He had laughed (for a little too long) and agreed before you could even
few days later you left Cassian’s room. Instead of ninja walking around like
usual, you walked through the halls with a purpose.
as you passed by the training room you heard someone scream your name, the pilot.
swiftly changed your direction and headed towards the hangar. The pilot
screamed your name again, but you pretended like you didn’t hear him.
you entered the hangar you frantically scanned the room, trying find your
There he was. Right next to his ship.
sighed steeling yourself, and quickly took off toward him. His back was to you
so he didn’t see you coming. Instead of calling his name, you just grabbed his
shoulder, turned him around, and kissed him.
second your lips touched his, he froze. At first he didn’t kiss back, which was
strange, so you pushed yourself harder against him, your hand reaching up to
pull him closer. His lips became soft under yours and his arms came up to wrap
tightly around you. One hand snaked around your back while the other rose to
weave into your hair, pulling you even closer to him.
you finally pulled back your heart stopped. It wasn’t your mechanic, it was Cassian.
whose face was the picture of confusion and longing?
both froze, Cassian’s arms still tight around you.
a beat, his arms slowly loosened and you quickly took two steps back.
you could even think about what to say your pilot “admirer” cleared his throat
behind you. Without taking another look at Cassian you turned quickly to face
apologized for “romantically” pursuing you and hastily sped away. You heard
Cassian snort behind you and was just about to turn around to face him when you
saw your mechanic friend walked into your view. He smirked at you and you threw
him a glare. Just as you opened your mouth to tear him a new one, Cassian
gently touched your back.
You whipped around to face him your face
you could even apologize for jumping him, he smiled, “Well, that sure was a
hell of a welcome home.”
sighed punching him on the shoulder, “Welcome home! Fuck, Cassian I didn’t even
know you left!”
now, don’t change the subject fierabrás.”
tilted your head, “Change what now?”
“Y/N. Come on. That kiss, I mean-“
Cassian sighed taking a step toward you, his eyes shining.
mirrored him by stumbling back a few steps, “Listen I just wanted to get that
guy off my back. I- I didn’t even mean to kiss you. I mean I was supposed to
kiss Beron, you know the mechanic? It didn’t mean anything.”
heart dropped as the light in his eyes dimmed and his body seemed to visibly
deflate, “Oh. I-okay then.“
plans to meet up later you both went your separate ways. Cassian looked as if
he had been kicked in the stomach while you felt completely broken.
could slap yourself. A week ago you had been ready to tell Cassian how you
really felt. Why had you wimped out? Now you had fucked it all up. There was no
coming back from this. How could you tell him now? This was for the best right?
But how could it be right not to be with him though? You couldn’t get the feel of his lips out of your head. All you could think about was how perfect they had felt on yours. How safe you had felt in his arms. How he had held you so tight you could still feel his hands on your body. How you longed to feel his lips on yours again.
But he hadn’t fought for you. If he had truly wanted you he would have told you. Right?
i’m back with a new round of sinfully good recommendations for you (because i just can’t seem to get enough of these two idiots falling in love over and over again). as per usual, remember to heed the tags and warnings for every fic and look out for 🔧 if you want to read some techienician. happy reading! 💖
33k • E • Perhaps it was the cockiness that Dameron bled, or the look of complete and utter distress in his friend’s eyes, but Hux could not hold back the lie that bubbled up in his throat. “You know Ben, he’s a disaster when it comes to planning in advance,” Hux laughed lightly, dropping his hand to entwine his fingers in Ben’s. “I’m Hux, his boyfriend.”
Or, the one where Ben really doesn’t want to go home, and Hux is just trying to be a better friend.
4k • E • “Hux is one of those Youtubers who do ASMR videos but they’re wearing really skimpy outfits and whispering all sexy. Kylo watches all Hux’s videos and leaves comments saying he’s a slut. What happens next may surprise you…?”
3k • E • Hux should have gotten the vintage Ghia checked out before he bought it, but it was too late now. Luckily the nearby Millennium Auto has a five star rating and is in within walking distance. Bonus: cute mechanic!
20k • E • Caleb is rescued from hopeless confinement by one of Nathan’s androids, a lively AI by the name of Ren. Ren—a prototype combative android with superhuman strength—believes Caleb to be Hux, the program Nathan developed to manipulate Ren into forming an authentic affinity for Caleb. For Ren, Hux—the love of his lonely life—only existed in his dreams. Until he finds him in the flesh behind the glass door.
8k • E • He has a photo on his phone. It’s of Hux in the weak, nascent sunlight, red and gold and pink and filtered through the dappled bridge of the trees over their heads, when they’d been standing by the edge of the marsh, and Ben had bitten a bruise into the underside of his jaw maybe fifteen minutes earlier, and when you squinted you could see it, nestled against the fold of his black collar, because Hux had his head tilted in just the right way.
6k • E • “I didn’t know you had a TiMER,” Phasma says, her voice breaking the heavy shock in the booth. She pauses for a beat, then gives a small, uncomfortable laugh, “You look a little bit like you forgot, too.”
Hux slowly turns his arm over, unable to look at it anymore lest he do something entirely undignified, like rip it out with his fingers. He can feel his heart working out of control beneath his ribs.
5k • E • “I promise I’d make it good,” Ren said, breath tickling soft skin.
“Kriff,” he whispered, unable to stop himself. Ren’s tone elicited all the right responses and the pressure of his lips had Hux’s toes squirming.
“Surely you don’t think this is the right venue for this sort of activity?” he countered even as his hips shifted a little of their own accord. “Does it turn you on having me helpless here?” He regretted the words immediately as he felt his cheeks heat. It was certainly turning one of them on.
Ren hummed, his lips still against Hux’s thigh and sending the heat from his cheeks down his neck and chest.
7k • E • Hux was waving the thought like an obscene placard, and when Kylo latched onto it he made a low sound, half surprise and half pleasure, grip tightening around Kylo’s wrist.It was crude, but appealing nonetheless, and it rose up on a seething mass of images and emotions that Hux hadn’t a hope of concealing now. Kylo took a deep breath, centring himself, resisting the temptation to just take and take.
Hux thinks he understands what Kylo Ren wants from him. So does Kylo Ren.
Request: “Preferences : SW: Rogue One; how you meet” - anonymous
A/N: debated for a long time whether or not I should just explicitly do the Rogue One crew or other characters and eventually I just settled for the Rogue One crew (because I’m kinda lazy I’m sorry). I also added gifs in this one (can’t guarantee I’ll add gifs for my other preferences tho), so hope you enjoy !!
Headcanon: On the way home from school, Sam walks past the mechanics shop that Dean is working for, just to see his ass bent over the car. That night when his brother arrives home, he can’t help but ask Dean to finger him before he washes up, just so he can smell the oil and grease on his skin.