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don’t think, just do | otis milburn

you decide to take the plunge with otis.

A/N: happy valentine’s season! this was kinda a vent of my fear of relationships tbh :) hopefully i’ll eventually get over it

“Hey,” Otis calls, “Y/N?”

You turn around hesitantly. He’s been wanting to talk to you for a while, and you’re incredibly aware of two things: firstly, that Valentine’s Day is approaching, and secondly, there’s something between the two of you.

Whatever it was, it was hard to define.

“Hey,” you smile at the ocean-eyed cutie.

He fiddles with his hands, you notice, and there’s a rising feeling in your stomach. “Please,” your thoughts beg,” ask for me because I’m too much of a pussy, even though you’re, like, the second biggest pussy (no offence, it’s actually really endearing). Or please don’t ask because I’m scared.”

You thought that this agonizing whirl of too many emotions that Otis made you feel was the worst feeling to do with all of this - your infatuation and daydreams and fear of making it happen outside of your head - but it wasn’t.

Having what you finally want and still being scared of the outcome was the worst feeling. This is exactly why you kept it in your head.

Relationships aren’t meant to be scary; you’re only young and they’re no biggie to everyone else. But being you, and feeling too much, at an uncontrollable intensity, and having a tendency to overthink everything, relationships were terrifying. A massive commitment.

“Hi,” Otis beams, “I- uh, was wondering if you wanted to hang out on Friday.”

“Friday... the 14th?” you question.

“Yeah,” Otis replies, “thankfully it’s not Friday the 13th, because I kinda need good luck right now.”

You knew exactly what you meant, and you simultaneously loved and loathed his obvious feelings for you. It could be so fucking easy. Anyone else would be over the moon.

Just friends wasn’t an option. Your brain functioned in an ‘all or nothing’ way and you hated it.

“I’m free,” you say, “what’d ya wanna do?” you ask anxiously.

“Wanna be my valentine?”

It’s so abrupt. You’d never imagined it like this. Otis was usually so shy and awkward, but you guessed that it was a nervous outburst.

You were over-analysing again.

What do I want? I want to be his valentine. Then say yes. But-

Fuck it.

“It’d be an honour, Otis Milburn.”

An uncontrollable grin tugs at your blazing cheeks.

“Danke, meine Leibe.”

“What?”

“I-It’s German. I’ll see you later.”

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confessions | ricky bowen x reader

you’ve always secretly wished that ricky would sing to you.

“Hey!” Ricky grins at you, “thanks for coming.”

You can’t help but smile back at him, “of course.”

His guitar’s in his lap, and his cheeks are slightly flushed - or maybe you were wishing they were.

You weren’t supposed to be in this classroom, but apparently you’d break the rules for Ricky. Hell, you’d do anything to get to spend time with the curly-haired cutie.

“So, uh, you’re probably wondering what we’re doing in here,” he starts, scratching the back of his neck - your favourite nervous mannerism of his - “and, I know you’re always talking about how talented I am, so I thought I’d put on a show for you.”

He watches your face carefully.

“I mean, a show for us. Well, you,” he clears his throat and internally hits himself, “just you.”

“Yeah,” he whispers, “just you.”

You have to stop yourself from squealing like a crazy fangirl, because man, this boy is cute.

“Cool,” you say shyly, and take a seat on the table beside him.

“I don’t know how I’m gonna do this, to be honest,” Ricky babbles, “since we could get in real trouble for being in here, and if I play then-“

“Ricky,” you breathe, “it’s okay.”

“Welp, I guess I’ll have to go acapella,” he shrugs, and you definitely aren’t complaining. A part of you wishes he’d done this on purpose.

“So,” he drums his fingers on the table, “what’d ya wanna hear?”

You’d dreamed of this moment for so long, yet the overwhelming choice of having to pick the perfect song made your mind go blank. “I-I don’t know.”

The two of you are so close, that your legs are touching.

He looks up at you abruptly, his eyes wide.

Your stomach drops and your cheeks are on fire. It’s now or never.

“Ricky?” you find yourself whispering.

“Yeah?”

“I-” you have to force each syllable out. “really like you.”

He practically jumps.

“No way! That’s exactly what I was gonna sing to you!”

An uncontrollable smile lifts your cheeks, “so... you... like me too?”

“That-that wasn’t the song request?” Ricky stutters, and you freeze.

“No,” you find yourself giggling at the endearing boy, “it wasn’t.”

“Well thank fuck,” he says cheerily, “‘cause I really like you too.”

The two of you smile at each other.

“Well, I guess it’s song time,” Ricky says, and you just know that you’re about to fall in love with him all over again.

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i’m here | poe dameron x reader

nightmares aren’t fun and sleeping is hard during stressful times. luckily, you have poe to help make it easier. like he always does, just like magic.

You’re so damn tired; too tired to even fall back asleep after the monstrosity you just had to bear.

Yet somehow, your entire body felt ignited with an electric fear that begged you to move around. The ache of restlessness and a whirring mind were slowly driving you even more insane.

You crane your neck to find Rey and Finn asleep, and you want to sigh. How could something so natural become so complicated and difficult to achieve without suffering?

Your brain screams out Poe’s name, so you give in and trail off in an attempt to find him. He always knew how to make things better.

                                                         * * *

Poe was flicking through a book of some sort, in a completely isolated room with absolutely no light. You wondered how he could even see. That man seemed to alter between having zero logic or infinite intelligence.

You turn on the light switch, and he jumps.

“Woah!” he gasps, “Hey there. I didn’t even realise I was sat in complete darkness.” he rambles, making you laugh softly.

“You need to sleep,” you say, gently.

He raises an eyebrow at the irony. “Well, I could say the same to you.”

An unprompted, defeated sigh leaves your weary bones. “Had a nightmare. Really bad one.”

Poe pouts at you sympathetically. “I’m sorry,” he says, as if he’d caused it. “I’ll come to the dorm with you.”

You force yourself to smile - it’s the least he deserves for being in your company right now. “Appreciate it,” you mumble.

“Hey,” he says, placing a hand on your shoulder, “anytime.”

                                                       * * *

When you reach the dorm, he smiles softly down at you. “Need my presence, or...?” his question trails away as he rocks on his feet.

“Poe Dameron, it would be an honour,” you say half-jokingly, mocking his constant desire for praise.

“I guess I’ll have to join you for the whole night then,” he says cheekily, “can’t have you getting spooked again.”

His jokiness and calm tone send shivers of ease throughout you - as if nothing is truly serious in the galaxy. He made you feel inexplicably safe.

He shuffles in beside you carefully, secretly a little cramped.

“It’s kinda damp here. Have you been crying?” he questions, his voice laced with concern.

“Not consciously,” you reply.

“Honey,” Poe breathes, “you’re frustrated, aren’t you?”

All you manage to respond with is a feeble “mmm.”

“It’s okay, we’ll survive this,” he says, and for once, you genuinely believe him. “You know that I got you, and the others, I won’t let anything happen to any of us.”

He wraps an arm around you, as if to justify his statement. You can’t help but wonder whether his hands are miraculously smooth, or calloused from his X-Wing work. 

“Can I stroke your hair?” he asks gently.

Your stomach jumps before you can even process it. “Of course.”

You nestle into his warm body, and he holds you close. Poe really was your safe haven.

“Don’t be scared to let yourself fall asleep again,” he whispers, “everything’s okay - I’m here now.”

A hand plays with your hair. You take it into your own.

Soft. Just like him.

He begins to rub circles on the back of your hand.

“We can do this for however long you need me to, okay?”

You smile. “Thank you.”

Everything works out in the end. You just needed Poe to remind you of it.