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When you finally untangle yourself from the leash snaked around your ankles and get a grip, you’re met with a man.
He is, without exaggeration or hyperbole, the most handsome man you have ever seen. And you mean man in the truest sense of the word, like something out of a Clint Eastwood film or 80s softcore porn or your own primordial, cavewoman fantasies. He clears six feet, easy. Dark hair and even darker eyes, thick with muscle and a light sheen of sunburn. He has no shirt on. God. Aren’t there public indecency laws to prevent this sort of thing?
Of course he doesn’t have a shirt on, your intellect screams at your libido. You’re at the fucking beach.
This does not bode well for you.
It’s not until you drag your eyes away from the thickness of his beard—the slightest bit of silver is coming in at his chin—that you notice a child clinging to his legs, a little girl wearing a bright yellow swimsuit and carrying a plastic shovel.
or: A New England summer with a man from across the pond.
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pillar of salt by acomplicatedprofession
Fandoms: Star Wars Original Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types
08 Jul 2024
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“I’m not a kind man, princess.”
The coarse material of his collar chafed your palm as you held it, gripping a lifeline, and tilted your mouth up to his ear. The softness of your voice disguised your intention. It sounded innocent when you whispered it. Gentle, even. “I never said I wanted you to be.”
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how will I know; walk slow by acomplicatedprofession
Fandoms: The Mandalorian (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types
13 Dec 2020
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Din isn't handling things so great. But that's okay.
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hey stranger by acomplicatedprofession
Fandoms: The Mandalorian (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types
03 Nov 2020
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You wrinkled your nose with a hand raised to shield your eyes from the twin suns, squinting up at the older man when he asked “What’re you doin’ all the way out here, exactly?”
You only shrugged. “Speeder-bike broke down.”
The Marshall who’d told you to call him Cobb had barked out a laugh, crouching down to inspect the busted engine and leaking fuel tank. “Yeah, I can see that, sweetheart.”
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black jasmine by acomplicatedprofession
Fandoms: The Mandalorian (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types
05 Oct 2020
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“I didn’t know you had tattoos,” you whispered, smoothing your palm across his collarbones. Below them lay edges of skin faded black, blooming across his sternum. You’d never seen them before. Never really got close enough to.
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ain't it a gentle sound (the rolling in the graves) by acomplicatedprofession
Fandoms: Narcos (TV)
14 Sep 2020
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cold when you hold me (warm when I cry) by acomplicatedprofession
Fandoms: The Mandalorian (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types
16 Aug 2020
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The Mandalorian’s hands curled around the ship controls. He was still, ever-stoic save for one slight turn of his head. “Do you want to… talk about it?” he asked when you only breathed, the sound rattling a wheezed hollowness in your chest and against the cockpit walls.
You smiled - or tried to - and shook your head gently, feeling the pool of crackling tears before you willed them back down. “No, it’s okay,” you answered after a moment, quiet. “Thanks, though.”
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You look Gustavo up and down in your sunglasses, his face tinted dark pink and hazy. He’s taller than you thought he’d be.
Your brother dismounts from his horse to shake hands. Introductions. Pleasantries. That sort of thing. Gustavo kisses your knuckles when you tell him your name and you only scoff a little bit, pull away slightly for the show of it all.
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make me by acomplicatedprofession
Fandoms: The Mandalorian (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types
27 Jun 2020
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“Stop. Talking.”
You jut your chin out, arms crossed as you shift underneath the weight of his stare, not thinking before the words leave you. “Make me.”
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Javier didn’t really know about music or theory or any of that other shit. There was probably some technical term for it, some way of articulating how hearing it made him felt, but even if he did know, they still wouldn’t be able to do it justice. It being you, the woman across the street. The one who played piano with the window open.
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thread count by acomplicatedprofession
Fandoms: The Mandalorian (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types
12 Jun 2020
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there was only one bed. that's it. that's the tweet.
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i'll write a hymn again; i'll be your woman by acomplicatedprofession
Fandoms: Narcos (TV)
06 Jun 2020
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The door opens, groaning on its rusted hinges before it’s interrupted by footsteps. You turn at the sound, seeing familiar shoulders and cheekbones and rounded edges that are still sharp to the touch backlit by the outside traffic. It’s late. Midnight, maybe. He smells like whiskey and a little like paper - like ink and manila folders and other dry government things that all spell out danger. His eyes are rimmed and swollen lilac, an exhaustion that seems to seep through him from the inside until it cracks and shows on his face in a way that never seems to settle. You’re curled on the couch with your knees tucked into your side, almost asleep but not quite. You were waiting for the phone to ring.
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toccare by acomplicatedprofession
Fandoms: The Mandalorian (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types
16 May 2020
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You pushed away from the console, standing in the cockpit and turning towards where he sat in the pilot seat. Mando didn’t turn his head away from the front viewport but he stiffened slightly at your proximity, his shoulders tense and his hands tight around the ship controls. He was always so… wound up. Some might call it vigilance, but you preferred telling him he had a stick up his ass. Right now, he had a whole forest.
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“Gustavo-” you begin, but he cuts you off with a furrow of his brows and a finger to his lips, motioning to the muffled voice on the other end of the clunky receiver.
You huff and look over from where you lay on the couch. He’s always on that damn phone. Now he’s sitting by the counter, talking to Pablo about amnesty and police and whatever else is going on that made you have to stay at this resort in the middle of nowhere - holed up and isolated with nowhere to go and no one to see.
Besides him, of course.
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dissimulato by acomplicatedprofession
Fandoms: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016), Star Wars - All Media Types
12 Apr 2020
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You could feel the pulse pounding in your ears, in the soles of your feet, thumping in time to the music and making you feel like you were drowning. In him. All around you was movement, sweaty and magnetic and way too close. You were in out of your depth, clothed in a dress that barely covered anything with heels that legally should be classified as skewers and now Cassian, who’s your commanding officer, a captain of the Rebellion Alliance for Maker’s sake, is asking you to dance. Did this count as a direct order? Could you say no? Did you even want to?
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You’d gotten used to his side of the bed being cold. Leaving his dinner wrapped in plastic. Feeling him there with you but never having any proof save the empty coffee mugs he would leave in the morning. It was like you were married to a ghost.
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Close To Me by acomplicatedprofession
Fandoms: The Mandalorian (TV), Star Wars - All Media Types
15 Feb 2020
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The Mandalorian sat down at the quiet bar, setting his blaster down on the wooden counter with a dull thud. If the bartender minded, he didn’t say anything. He glanced over at the high stools, then back towards the small child in your arms. Not trusting it to keep itself sitting up, the Mandalorian reached for the creature and set it gently atop the counter. You sat to his right, words fast and excited as you recounted the way the child babbled a few words in Galactic Basic the day before.
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“you asked for an idea and I’ve got one for you! how about an overexcited y/n being unable to sleep and poor boy javi’s just trying to get his 4 hours like the exhausted dad that he is but y/n just keeps pestering him with “Love me!” and he’s all “I love you! Now shut up and let me go to sleep” (bonus points if you turn it smutty because why not)”
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"Dance with me," you announced with your hands outstretched, standing in the kitchen in a dramatic pose. Javier raised an eyebrow and chuckled, not glancing up from his paperwork. Feet resting against the wooden coffee table, he turned another page. You pouted slightly and set your hands on your hips, walking towards him.
"There's no music," Javier protested when you grabbed the file from his hands You tossed it carelessly onto the couch cushions and attempted to force him up by his arms, pressing your chest to his.