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The vampire bites the woman he desires

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your first kill together as a couple is an important relationship milestone

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Height gap romance except the shorter one is frequently depicted in situations where they are contextually taller. The taller one sitting while the shorter one looms over them. Both of them lying in bed with the taller one’s head pressed to the shorter one’s chest. The shorter one straddling the taller one’s lap and leaning down for a kiss. The taller one on their knees as the shorter one tilts their head up. Please, it makes me go feral

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A small speedrun study. The man is here again!

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oh my god me too Maris

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Thrawn: why do you seek imperial favour?

Me, gnawing at the drywall and running around in circles: you

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Samakro: I hate Thrawn’s fucking guts.

Springhawk crew member: Yeah he sucks.

Samakro, rolling up his sleeves: What the fuck did you just say about your commanding officer?

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Between a Blaster and a Dead Man (Thrawn x reader)

based on this post by @stars-suns-spaceguns

Warnings: Life or death situation, hostage situation, Reader is held at gunpoint, creepy ex-boyfriend, swearing, fighting, a shootout, mentions of blood, innuendos 

18+ minors dni

she/her pronouns, reader is referred to as Thrawn’s wife 

Sometimes…you just need to give the reader a gun and see what happens.

Word count: 3.8k

Part 1 (you are here), Part 2 , Part 2.5 (WIP)

*Masterlist*

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“Don’t worry, Thrawn, I’ll be careful.”

“I’ll be quick, in and out, they won’t even know I’m there.” 

“No, you don’t need to prepare backup, nothing’s going to happen.” 

Bull…shit. 

And you knew it. 

A wave of dread had drowned you the second you heard the unfortunately familiar click of a blaster being taken off safety and it only grew in intensity when the barrel barely brushed the back of your head. 

 “Coo sa u?” A gravely voice hissed behind you. You didn’t move and you didn’t answer angering your now captor further. The barrel began to press against your scalp, more aggressively, they demanded, “Speak!”

“She won’t talk.” A new, all-too-familiar voice scoffed from somewhere behind you. Bootsteps drew closer as your blood seemingly froze in your veins. “Hello again, sweetheart.” The voice you loathed purred close to your ear as your ex-business partner’s stupidly smug face came into view. “Bata neechu tuta doe pogwa um kapa noleeya doe air.” He spat the sentence out like it was poison in his mouth. To be honest, you wished it was, so that maybe he’d drop dead. 

Slowly, you moved your hands away from the computer you’d been too busy breaking into to notice Jek and this new partner of his sneaking up on you. With both hands in the air, you did as told and stepped away from the center console. The blaster that had been at your head drifted down to the middle of your back as Jek’s partner moved with you. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught sight of bright green skin - twi’lek if you had to guess - and you felt your own anger at yourself grow. How could you have been so stupid? Thrawn had warned you and you had brushed him off. Now the Springhawk was probably lightyears away and you were caught between a blaster and one of the many men who wanted you dead.  

“Good girl, now hold still.” Jek purred again in a mocking tone. You met his dull green eyes with fury in your face as he stepped closer and locked your hands behind your back in binders. “Just like old times, eh?” He asked with a gross smirk on his face. You kicked him in the crotch. 

Jek’s partner hit you in the head with the blaster. As Jek was doubled over, trying to steady his breathing and keep the pained grunts to a minimum, you were lying on the cold durasteel floor with the side of your head pounding in time with your heart rate. 

“Careful, Tal,” Jek wheezed, “we still need her conscious.” Tal muttered an apology to Jek who was still bent with his head between his knees and both hands on his knees “Grab her blaster and comm, let’s see who she’s been talking to.” He ordered after a long pause as he slowly stood up, he looked a bit queasy still with one hand awkwardly hovering over his stomach but he gestured to Tal to go ahead.

Unceremoniously, the twi’lek grabbed your shoulder and wrenched you upright. Your vision swam as the side of your head throbbed harder. But you kept quiet and focused on keeping your breathing even as your comm and blaster were taken. You’d been in situations like this before, you reminded yourself, you’d gotten out of those then and you would now. You just had to keep calm. 

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What if I was a lonely brooding man but my features softened as I stared at you adoringly?

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that moment when you cross the point of no return with a character should be accompanied by a specific chime i think. like 🔔 congratulations! this one has been installed in the Permanent Collection and you will never stop thinking about them as long as you live

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You’re lying curled up on the couch, head tucked in by their legs where they sit reading a book. Their hand comes to rest on your back, fingers slowly tracing patterns, back and forth. Your whole body relaxes as your mind calms, and the world narrows down to two things: their presence just above your head, and the distant soft static of sleep.

It’s safe here, with them. Safe in a way you never imagined you’d feel. Safe in a way you never found in the lonely uncertainty of falling asleep in an empty apartment. Beyond their steady hand on your back, beyond the sleepy heaviness deep behind your eyes, a thought floats into your head: do they even know? Do they know what even a simple moment like this can mean to you?

“I love you,” you mumble, just audible in the quiet afternoon.

“Love you too,” they respond, tapping a finger on the tip of your nose. “Now go to sleep, I can tell you need it.”

That’s not what I meant, your half-asleep mind protests. “No, I love you, like really love you,” you murmur again. “I’m yours — my heart is.”

They smile, finding your tired insistence adorable. “I know, love,” they reply. “And it’s perfectly safe with me, because I’m keeping it.” There’s a pause as they sigh, relaxing. “Now, sleep,” they insist softly.

Satisfied, you drift off into dreams. “You mean a lot to me too,” is the last, whispered thing you hear.

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you guys know that you are allowed to like characters who suck in canon right? you guys know that you don’t have to ignore the worse parts of a characters to like them right? YOU GUYS KNOW THAT LIKING A SHITTY CHARACTER AS THEY ARE DOESN’T MEAN THAT YOU CONDONE THEIR BEHAVIOUR RIGHT????? RIGHT???? YOU GUYS KNOW THAG YOU CAN JUST ENJOY FICTION RIGHT?????

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he’s got that previously neglected shelter dog rizz. he looks like he wants to quietly sit next to you on the couch while you watch TV

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"I could fix him" well I could be the one person he's nice to and soft with, while he remains just as unbelievably awful as ever to everyone else <3

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hyperfixations are so embarrassing like nooo don’t look I have a crush. on this tv show

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a noble sacrifice