#commander-writergirl

[prolix-yuy]

Oh they will 100% be called episodes. I was just thinking about the naming structure of them last night. I love when a show has a structure for naming their episodes, and I think I want to play with something like "The ____ & the _____" for it.

(and I am definitely working on some fun things to come, I think there are already like, 3 episodes currently in the works? It's gonna be a very enjoyable time)

Quietly waiting for @prolix-yuy to drop some Midnight Alley episodes.

And yes I think we should call them episodes and not chapters.

[prolix-yuy]

I get lead up scene feels of Tim about to meet Eden and the first time Dieter meets Snaps…

Just gonna leave that here…

Oh that whole scene in S3 when Javi picks up that girl in the bar and wakes up with her the next day? Yeah that's pretty much exactly that scene from Simulated... Javi just makes such a good exhausted and fed-up man.

And this is Dieter after that first scene when he realizes he's gotta see Snaps again:

Thank you for dropping some tasty tasty inspo in my askbox, luv u Sammie!

[fuckyeahpedropascal]

Pedro boys being sassy AF

This was actually a poll request from @commander-writergirl, but as I mentioned in the original ask, I couldn't decide which two boys to pit against each other, so here we are with the full monty 🙈

There are definitely more sassy Pedro boy moments (I only included boys that I know well enough to remember their sassy lines), so feel free to suggest additions!

I still want to do a poll though - which Pedro boys qualify for the ultimate sassy poll?

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[fuckyeahdindjarin]

Fuck Yeah 2222 Sleepover

The stars have aligned - my husband is out of town until next week, and I just hit 2222 followers (such a neat number!), so what better time to have a sleepover with my fictional husbands? Thank you everyone for my recent follower milestone, I've enjoyed interacting with new readers so much! I hope there's something fun for everyone who wants to get involved in this sleepover.

AU Drabble Requests

Joel Miller x college neighbour AU (requested by @worhols)

Jack Daniels x tattoo parlour AU (requested by @lunapascal)

Dieter Bravo x roommates AU (requested by @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog)

Dieter Bravo x library AU (requested by @commander-writergirl)

Frankie Morales x stripper AU (requested by @meveispunk)

Jack Daniels x pirate AU (requested by @psychedelic-ink)

Frankie Morales x soulmates AU (requested by anon and @pimosworld)

Headcanon Requests

Consent!Dieter's tattoos (requested by @julesonrecord)

Palomino!Jack's guilty pleasures (requested by @miss-mandalorian)

Palomino!Jack and horses (requested by @shirks-all-responsibilities)

Palomino!Jack is king of the two step (sent in by @vermillionwinter)

Palomino!Jack and Grays!Frankie: what action of theirs is most beloved by someone close to them that they're not aware of? (requested by @ohsomightypeaches)

Palomino!Jack/Consent!Dieter/Grays!Frankie's allergies (requested by @fireproofmarta)

Moodboard Requests

Grays (requested by @psychedelic-ink)

Palomino VI - Mustang (requested by @imaswellkid)

Butter (requested by @nothoughtsjustmeds)

Jack Daniels x tattoo parlour AU (no one requested it, I made it lol)

Song Recs

Palomino: Carrying Your Love With Me (sent in by @vermillionwinter)

Palomino: a playlist (!!!) created by lovely Britt @vermillionwinter. I am obsessed and I'm listening to it while I write Palomino ❤️

All posts are tagged fuckyeah2222sleepover. Thank you for getting involved everyone, it's been so much fun!❤️

[kinkykinard]

Tagged by the lovely @commander-writergirl AGES ago but I’m just remembering it now haha.  Thank you! 💖💖

Last Song: Sherlock (Clue + Note) - SHINee

Last Show: The Resident

Last Movie: Robots

Currently Watching: 9-1-1, Chefs vs. Wild, The Resident

Currently Reading: so. much. fanfic.

Current Obsession: Buddie (I’ve got the brain rot so bad send help).

Tagging: @fireladybuckley @dearestdiaz @nurse-buckley @musikat18 @novemberhush @princessfbi @moondust-lore

[romanarose]

Thank you so much for thinking of me!

@commander-writergirl has a fic for Passover here

I also have a one shot for Passover! This is a one shot but it functions as the epilogue for a series I wrote that is HEAVILY Jewish, if you’re interested 🥰

I encourage any of my Jewish friends and friends who wrote anything for Passover to comment or tag their works!

Don’t know if youre comfortable with this, but considering its Passover and I havent seen any Passover x Moon Boys fics/hc’s, figured I might throw some thoughts/inspiration/prompts over to you…

Like thinking of a fluffy moment like trying to get artsy with making matzah pizza together (ie laying out some mozzarella and grape tomatoes like daisys with basil as leaves) or like Steven having way more than the customary 4 glasses of wine at a seder and having to take him home cause he got too tipsy and getting his silly drunk self to sleep. Or on the other end of spectrum (wink wink)…Steven finds the afikomen and his prize is…well…feel free to fill in the blanks…😏

I feel like I’m going to go to non-existent Jew hell for that last one lol

Hi Nonnie!

Firstly, happy Passover!

Thank you for asking me about this and I appreciate you thinking of me! Unfortunately I’m not very familiar with Jewish customs and don’t feel it’s best for me to write about it being as uneducated about the subject as I am. In addition, my requests are currently closed. I feel very fortunate to have so many, but they’re going to take me a long time to get through (I’m talking well past Passover lol).

That being said, my good friend @romanarose might be interested in this. I can’t speak for her, but she is well versed in the Jewish community! I suggest checking with her next!

Thank you again for checking in with me though, it means a lot that you thought of me ❤️

Anyone else in the Jewish community is also welcome to chime in on this if they’d like!

[matth1w]

I Won’t Say - Chapter 1

(Gif Credit)

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Summary: You and Obi-Wan stand on the edge of something more than friendship. With Anakin in your ear and a special gift from Obi-Wan, will you finally admit your feelings?

Warnings: Typical slow burn angst

Rating: Everyone

Word Count: 2,837 words

Note: I took some liberties and I’m not an expert in Star Wars so apologies in advance if any terminology or anything is incorrect.

For: my dear friend @commander-writergirl’s #800CelebrationChallenge / I chose the song prompt I Won’t Say (I’m In Love) from Hercules

A soft knock on your door stirred you out of the book you had been reading. The climatic scene was unfolding between two classical lovers who were finally professing their undying love for one another. If you couldn’t live out your desires, you could at least read about them.

“Come in!” you announced as you shut the book and shifted in your chair. You knew it could only be a handful of people at this time, even less being so polite as to knock (looking at you, Anakin Skywalker).

You didn’t try to contain the joy on your face when Obi-Wan stepped through the door. You quickly stood and rushed to embrace him. Something you only felt certain enough to do after long or dangerous missions and in private places.

Obi-Wan chuckled underneath your touch as he wrapped one arm around your waist, the sound coming from deep within his chest.

“Careful, my dear.” He murmured in his low comforting voice against your hair.

You pulled back, letting your hand rest on his arm as you examined his face.

“Are you hurt?”

This brought another sparkling laugh from Obi-Wan.

“No, no. I’m perfectly fine.” He explained with a wry smile, “I just didn’t want you to crush your present.”

Your face lit up at the mention of a present and a slight blush rose up your cheeks.

Obi-Wan smiled at you as he moved the arm that was behind his back and held a small potted plant in front of him. It was a trio of small, delicate white flowers adorned with smatterings of blue and purple.

“It’s beautiful!” You whispered in adoration and genuine surprise. You had never seen a flower like it. And it of course meant that much more coming from your favorite Jedi.

Had you not been so enamored by the floral gift, you would have flinched at the electricity that ran through you as your fingers brushed against Obi-Wan’s as you accepted the present.

“Do you like it?” Obi-Wan mused. You looked up at his affectionate eyes that had been examining your reaction and giggled.

“Of course I do!” You admonished, but it was without malice as you truly loved the easy teasing between you two.

Obi-Wan moved to stroke his beard as he nodded, trying to maintain a semblance of control over his facial expressions and busy his hands that yearned to reach out and touch you.

He cleared his throat, trying to rid his head of distracting thoughts.

“It’s a unique thing. It’s called an Evening Primrose. It opens up during the nighttime then shuts when the sun rises.”

You examined the flower curiously, turning it in your hands. You had never heard of such a thing. You wondered for a moment if it had medicinal uses.

“To be quite honest, when I saw it, I couldn’t help but think of you, my little night owl.”

Your head shot up and you were certainly blushing at the nickname. Obi-Wan had never called you anything like that before, and certainly never looked at you with such tenderness either.

You tore your eyes away, looking down to the flower below. And in a desperate attempt to maintain the light atmosphere, rather than delve into anything that could be perilous, you returned once more to light hearted banter.

“Not everyone can be as early a riser like you, Obi-Wan.” Your lips curled into a content, albeit secretly saddened smile and his soon matched yours at the surface.

“But then who would bring you breakfast when you sleep in?” Obi joked back and you had to laugh at that, the tension easing from your body.

“I would say Anakin but I know he struggles as much as I do most days.”

Obi-Wan sighed at that and once again brought his hand to his chin.

“Yes, he’s become much less strict about his morning meditation since he’s become a Knight.”

“It’s not the worst thing in the world.” You chided. “You should try it sometime, you might like it.”

The unintentional double meaning behind your words made Obi’s smile turn upside down for a fraction of a second, it would not have been noticeable if you weren’t so close to him or had known him for so long.

The room became silent for a moment as you struggled with what you should say and Obi-Wan seemed to do the same.

You met his eyes hesitantly and lifted the potted primrose up.

“Thank you for the gift, Obi. It was very thoughtful of you.”

He smiled, that soft, melancholic smile that never reached his eyes that appeared often during moments like this.

“Of course.”, he said quietly, his voice low and weak.

Fearing nothing was left to say than things neither of you were ready to speak aloud, he nodded.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

He reached his hand out to rest on your shoulder and smiled more genuinely and lightly this time. The familiar sparkle of lighthearted teasing covering the misery brewing within them.

“I’ll need to get my rest if I’m to wake up before you. Though I suppose it won’t be too hard.”

He tauntingly grinned at you and you rolled your eyes, trying to focus on anything but his light touch and the unspoken words and emotions that desperately tried to surface around you.

“Goodnight, Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan nodded with a gentlemanly smile and bowed before he turned on his feet and exited your room.

In the quiet air, your fingers caressed the smooth terra-cotta underneath them as you brought the flower up to your nose to take in its sweet aroma.

—————

The soft chimes of your alarm stirred you from your slumber. It had been peaceful and calm night of rest, taking away your worries and repeating thoughts and replacing them with lovers dreams.

You shifted onto your side, admiring the now closed flowers. They were a beautiful sight to behold, even now, and one you could get used to seeing each time you opened your eyes.

Your heart pained at how you would much rather see a different view each morning, a pair of light blue eyes, but you fervently pushed the image away.

—————

Today had been a slow day in the medical bay, the hours crept on like thick mud. Thankfully, the evening and end of your shift were finally arriving as you thrummed your fingers on the table beside you. You had finished your rounds on the longer term patients and just finished typing up your last report on your datapad.

You heard one of your coworkers call your name. They didn’t sound panicked, moreso tired and annoyed so you didn’t worry but walked their way nonetheless.

When you reach the front of the wing, you saw Anakin standing with a mischievous smile alongside your much less energized coworker.

A slight tinge of pity hit you, Denoto, the veteran medical assistant had been there for nearly 12 hours today. You glanced at your watch to check the time. There were only a few minutes left in your shifts and the new wave had already arrived.

“You can go, Denoto,” you notified him with a smile that hopefully had seemed compassionate. You two didn’t much get along and you knew he envied your position as Head Medic.

The man gave a curt nod in response and walked past Anakin without a second look.

You rolled your eyes at the grumpy old man with Anakin and turned around.

“Come on,” you waved him back and heard him quickly follow, his boots sharp on the hardened floor.

Anakin cleared his throat as he caught up to walk in line with you.

“I got a bit scratched up on our mission. I think it’s fine...” his voice lowered as he leaned in with a sly smile, “but Padme insisted you check it.”

You smiled back, “She’s typically right. Let me see.” You had reached your destination and patted the bed beside you for him to hop up on.

He lifted his sleeve to reveal a minor wound on his shoulder. It was nothing to be worried about, but it could use some cleaning as it looked like it hadn’t been cleaned properly.

It wouldn’t surprise you, Anakin was reckless and once countered your reprimands with the claim that if he tended to his own wounds, you wouldn’t get to see him as often.

You settled into the familiar process and Anakin leaned back and closed his eyes. You didn’t mind, the silence was comfortable due to your strong friendship.

“So,” his voice broke the silence, mischief apparent in the one word alone.

You looked up to see him looking at you with those interrogating eyes and you turned around to pull out a bacta pad from the drawer behind you. You had a feeling you knew what he wanted to talk about.

“Did Obi-Wan give you your gift?” His voice was playful and teasing, like only a best friend’s could.

You blushed as you turned back around, even though you willed your face and emotions to stay neutral and didn’t meet his eyes, though you could feel them practically burning a hole in you.

He chuckled, “I take that as a yes.”

Your eyes flitted to his momentarily then back at the wound. You knew Anakin wouldn’t leave well enough alone so you gave in with a sigh.

“Yes he did. I assume you had a role in it?”

You poked him with your finger, outside his wound but he still flinched as it tickled him slightly, a satisfied smile blossoming on your lips.

His signature troublemaker smile came back slowly, like he was relishing in the moment.

“Actually, no. The first I knew of it was when we were boarding the ship back.”

You blushed at that. It was harder to dismiss the gift as simply your friend’s meddling if he had no part in it.

You silently took off your gloves, standing to dispose of them in the bin, and patted Anakin’s covered shoulder. You didn’t want to think too much about it. And certainly didn’t want to hear any more of Anakin’s thoughts on the matter.

“Just a small infection.” You were pleased with the neutrality of your voice.

“Come back tomorrow to get fresh gauze. But otherwise, no one needs to worry about you.” Your voice and eyes softened as you finished.

He smiled gratefully, thankful for your abilities and confidence.

“Thank you.”

Anakin took your hand and looked seriously at you a moment before speaking in a hushed tone.

“Obi-Wan cares about you, you know.”

“Of course he does,” you sighed as you softly pulled your hand away and fidgeted with the roll of gauze you were packing away. “But no more than he cares about you or Ashoka. He probably is only kind because I tend to his injuries and don’t get all starry eyed around him or the other Jedi.”

“But...” he interjected.

“He’s a friend, Anakin. Nothing more.” Your voice grew stronger, more stubborn.

“Not like you...” you lowered your voice before your continued. “... and Padme.”

Anakin shook his head in exasperation and scoffed quietly.

“Whatever you say, Y/N. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

His playful smile returned and you knew there were no hard feelings between you two.

“You better!” You chastised as you playfully swatted him.

A laugh is shared between you two before Anakin bows out and you’re left with your own spiraling thoughts, trying to decipher the meaning of Obi-Wan’s gift.

—————

You had tried to sleep, a bit earlier than usual but you couldn’t stop admiring the primrose on the windowsill. One of your perks of your role as head medic was that you had a corner room that was tucked away down a long hall and had a small window.

The flowers nearly glowed in the soft moonlight, and you couldn’t help but be taken with the beautiful, unique flowers. But also, more truly, what they represented.

A gift from Obi-Wan.

It wasn’t the first but certainly the most thoughtful, more-so now that you knew he brought it to you without any heavy-handed suggestion from Anakin.

You had to admit you were a bit disappointed that you hadn’t seen him today. You cursed yourself for the silly notion. You had just seen him yesterday. Although, it had been brief, and you wanted to hear more about his mission.

Yes, that was why you were disappointed. You wanted to hear about the mission. You laughed bitterly at the lie you were telling yourself and pictured Anakin calling you out on it if he was here.

A bit frustrated and knowing sleep wouldn’t come to you just yet, you sighed and swung your legs over the side of the bed. You stared at the flower a few minutes more before you decided to stretch your legs.

You didn’t know much about how to care for the flower but you thought the soil could give you a clue. Shuffling over to the pot, you determined it was watered enough. But the shine of the flower entranced you once more and you allowed yourself to daydream for just a moment.

You imagined planting it in the small garden in your backyard. You would tend to it and the other flowers and plants while Obi-Wan sat by the small pond meditating or reading.

You two would share lunches outside in the garden when the weather permitted and there would be a bench upon which you both could sit. And as the moon rose and the primrose bloomed, you would admire the stars, Obi pointing out which planets were which and telling you stories about the ones he had visited.

You blinked, the yearning pain in your heart bringing you back to reality. You felt incredibly foolish. Not only because Obi-Wan would never leave the Order for you but also because you knew that dreams that felt so good when they start out would eventually twist into nightmares and you would end up crying your heart out once more.

You had thought about sharing that ideal life with another a long time ago, when you had just finished your training and were stationed at a small hospital. He had been a kind man, another medic who had been on a different team but would always come around for talk whenever your schedules allowed. He was in a terrible accident one day and you stayed by his side through it all.

You scoffed internally as anger bubbled inside you, if there was a prize for rotten judgment, you would’ve won it. He played you like a fool. Once he was healed and regained his life, he left you, cold and alone for another.

You swore off love for a long time, determined that no man was worth the aggravation, the heartache, or time.

But then you became a medic here. And you met Obi-Wan. How twisted of fate to make you open your heart again for someone who could never truly be yours.

Who do you think you’re kidding? He’s the earth and heaven to you. No matter how hard you tried keep it hidden or conceal it, it was plain as day, you were in love. Anakin assured you as much. And mind reading or not, you were certain Obi-Wan himself knew.

You sighed, you hated acknowledging the truth of your feelings, and that... you loved him. But you would never speak it aloud. Not even in the confines of your room, alone and hidden in the darkness.

Plus, you thought your heart had learned its lesson. Your head was screaming for you to get a grip, reminding you of how you had cried your heart out for weeks over failed love before.

This back and forth was so tiring. You should just face it like a grown woman. Tell Obi-Wan your feelings and then leave if, no when, he says it can’t be.

No chance or way you’re doing that. Throwing out your career and friendships. You won’t say it. You can’t say it.

But your heart tempted you with images about how things could end up if you gave up and gave into your feelings. You stopped yourself as much as it hurt, that scene won’t play.

You imagined if Anakin and Padme were here now as your heart and mind fight amongst themselves.

They would say you’re in love, you’d tell them they’re way off base and try to get them off your case, but in turn they’d just tell you you don’t need to be proud, that it’s okay you’re in love. You smiled at the antics you were sure would happen.

A strong wave of sleep washed over you as you made your way back to your bed. You happily gave in as you laid your blanket atop your body, hoping to at least live out your fantasy in your dreams.

As you drifted to sleep, you promised yourself something.

You wouldn’t say you were in love...

At least out loud.

[anime-alyssa]

What do you think some of Poe’s kinks are?

i was supposed to be going to bed but here i am 👀

poe dameron will try anything that fuckin slut. but his favorite thing is you topping him and getting pegged. with enough lube he’s done within minutes.

dont ask me why i take poe for a pegging kind of dude, i just do.

[bookcub]

Samantha and red?

[callingmrsbarnes]

Javier Pena or Dyn Djarin?

Make me choose

[imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul]

FMK: Poe Dameron, Carol Danvers and Bucky Barnes

Ooooohhh

Fuck: Carol Danvers

Marry: Poe Dameron

Kill: Bucky Barnes

[prolix-yuy]

Sammi this is amazing! I'm blushing over here and hiding my face in my hands. Look at themmmmm! You perfectly captured the vibes, and I am giggling and kicking my feet over how sweet this is! Thank you for sharing your talents with this wonderful fandom, I've seen the ones you've done for other stories and they're all fantastic! I love it and I adore YOU for sharing it!

We don’t need to discuss my problems haha.

This is dedicated to @prolix-yuy series Midnight Alley.

And because I forgot to grab the Tumblr Link, here is the AO3 Link to Midnight Alley!

This got steps because I loved how the background came out and I knew it was gonna get covered 😂

[prolix-yuy]

So sending this to file away:

But I’m rewatching episode 6 of season 3 of Ted Lasso.

And the scene when the stranger is giving Rebecca what looks like an orgasmic foot message just like made me think of Dieter and Snaps 🫣

Like Snaps got stuck with heels for a press staging and her feet are just so sore and Dieter wants to help soo yea 😂

My brain is evil

Oh he would too. His back is killing him, his own blocky heels cut into his sore feet, and he sees Snaps wince as she turns away from flashing cameras. Once they've got a moment of downtime he sits her down and pulls her feet into his lap, running those thick thumbs along the arch and massaging the balls of her feet. She leans on one elbow and give him a dreamy look as she sighs, and he shoots her one that's just a little smug but also fonder than she expects.

And later, when he's got her pinned against a wall and she gasps about his back, he whispers in her ear, "You've been on your feet all day, take a load...off." And oh she does ;)

[fuckyeahpedropascal]

Accents: who does it best?

This is a super fun poll idea sent in by @commander-writergirl. It's very different from our usual polls since it is an audio rather than visual question. And of course, I couldn't fit everyone into the poll, but I picked what is hopefully a good variety - thank you P for blessing us with his incredible range!

Please reblog for science!

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[redgillan]

A title idea for your story: Paint Splotched Novel?

Oh nice, Scott calls her Splotches so there’s definitely something here.

[kinkykinard]

‘We’re Out Of Cinnamon’ with McKirk?

Jim and Bones are on shore leave and they’re spending their time with Joanna because Bones hasn’t seen her in ages and he’s desperate for some bonding time; she’s growing up so fast.  She’s in school and one of her school clubs is hosting a bake sale, so Leonard has offered to bake some of Grandma McCoy’s famous snickerdoodles.  He’s hard at work baking when Jim ambushes him in the kitchen.  They’re alone in the house while Jo’s at school and they can’t resist the opportunity to get their hands on each other.  They have sex on every conceivable surface in the kitchen (except the stove - the stove top’s too hot from all the baking and Leonard’s not enticed by the idea of having to bandage Jim’s backside afterward).  In the heat of it all, containers get knocked over and flung every which way.  There’s flour all over the counter, butter in the sink, and sugar on the floor.  

As the two of them slump over one of the counters, panting and completely spent, Jim turns his head, leveling his eyes on the empty cinnamon container where it’s been knocked over, spilling its contents over the edge of the counter, dusting the floor beneath it.  He starts to chuckle.  Leonard runs a hand over his back, asking what’s so funny.

“We’re out of cinnamon.”

Send me a title and a pairing, and I’ll write a little fic summary!