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folklorefairyy · 3 years

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* my all time faves!

celebration post !

this list could be so much longer and there are some amazing moots i have that i havent included or haven’t had the chance to read for (namely bucky since that list is so big dhdhd) and so check out the moots tagged on my celebration post and go check out all their works because they are genuinely amazing)

i might do another of these one day so that i can get more fics on but just know if you’re a moot and i havent included a fic of yours i love your work and i love you and i just think ur amazing

➱ Bucky Barnes

wakanda by @buckybarnesdiaries *

Steve gives you Bucky's dog tags for a reason.

froot loops by @burninmatches // more than just destruction *

bucky helps you during a tough time and maybe your relationship is not just mentor and student.

drunk in love by @burninmatches

you got infected by the love serum and now you’ve fallen in love with one of your closests friends, peter parker. what happens to your boyfriend, bucky barnes?

as long as i’m here, no one can hurt you by @blackberrybucky *

bucky holds you through the sadness

i’d never hurt you by @cap-n-stuff *

bucky x short!civilian!fem!reader who meet in Bucharest with reader as a tourist and as Bucky’s getting his plums reader trips and catches her - a relationship ensues yet the fairytale comes crashing down when Bucky is framed for the UN bombing and Steve and Sam come to get him

innocence by @extremelyblackandwhite

bucky barnes, recently retired avenger, is hired as a bodyguard for an innocent upcoming actress.

warm by @revengingbarnes *

“The fire alarm in our building went off and you rushed out without a coat. Wanna share my blanket?”

period. by @greyslytherin

Bucky Barnes taking care of the reader while she’s on her period

bucky having a nightmare by @cap-n-stuff

imagine bucky having a nightmare and walking into the readers room with a blanket and waking her up asking to be the small spoon

➱ Peter Maximoff

the coolest twinkie by @amourtentiaa *

where the reader discovers they have a mutation and is lowkey panicking and Peter is just there like “BUT THIS IS AWESOME!” and just generally full of encouragement while trying to calm you tf down

adventures in parenting 101: nightmares by @milkytheholy

peter maximoff x reader being new parents and raising a kid in the mansion

ivy by @sunflowergirl522 *

Your mutation is controlling and growing plants. Peter spots you one day while he’s running and makes it his mission to get close to you. You then use flowers to tell him what you think of him without actually saying it.

(just check out zoe’s full peter maximoff masterlist because she’s bloody incredible at writing peter and i need to read more of them!!)

bad behaviour by @free-pool-trash *

Peter x Reader where they’re in the sitcom reality and Billy and/or Tommy get in trouble in school so they ask them to pretend to be their parents so Wanda and Vision don’t find out

convenience store by @quicksilverownsmysoul

you work at the local convenience store, everyday the same, that is until someone speeds by. Someone brings a little more excitement to your life than you bargained for

➱ Pietro Maximoff

the other half by @burninmatches

You and Pietro have been walking through the fine line past friends and before… something else. Perhaps a handful of moments, though the domestic bliss of sharing food to the boiling feelings under your skin, would change everything.

double sided recipe card by @vanillann *

where the reader tries to cook sokovian food for him because he’s homesick

kiss of life by @dem-obscure-imagines

You are an Avenger with the power to heal. However, you didn’t expect to catch feelings for the man you brought back from the dead.

➱ Peter Parker

sweater weather by @beskar-tano *

You spend a cozy evening by the bonfire with the Avengers and your boyfriend, Peter Parker.

the ship by @itsapeterthing *

you and your best friend and teammate, peter parker, go to a costume party only to discover that everyone believes that you and peter’s alternate super-hero identities are dating.

stuck in my brain by @felicityparkers

whatever music that is stuck in your head is stuck in your soulmate’s head too.

i have them too by @tom-holland-is-spiderman

A headcanon of Peter Parker comforting the reader with stretch marks and they get ashamed of them so they hide their body from Peter making him feel sad.

by the elevator by @peterbenjiparker * (there are two parts to this and the second is linked on the op)

You break your hand after punching the elevator door. But luckily the cute boy is there to help out. You thought you would never see him again but you both keep running into each other by the same elevator.

➱ Thor Odinson

totally not a date by @superficialstark *

in which you go on a double date with tony and pepper expecting steve to show up as a mate date and instead being met with thor who you can’t help but be charmed by

but i just wanna hear your voice by @blackberrybucky

thor comes back after they defeat thanos and tries to make things right with you.

➱ Wanda Maximoff

of taunts and tickles by @beskar-tano *

Wanda spent the past few days trying to cheer you up and bring you out of your dreadful slump. After trying almost everything, she resorted to her last hopeful idea: a tickle fight.

➱ Natasha Romanoff

my girl by @beskar-tano

Natasha surprises you with a romantic date by the lake, surrounded by the beautiful scenery as fall takes its toll on the changing leaves.

➱ i’d love for you guys to suggest some fics for steve, sam and loki because i apparently don’t know of any in this dodgy brain of mine (she’s not working as i make this dhdhd) - you can also send some in for any i’ve not got too many fics on so far!

i havent written or read for star wars in so long (dw i am still a sw account and i love my sw moots ive just been on a marvel kick and haven’t had time to read many moots fics recently so they’re all piling up lol) and so i don’t think i could come up with a comprehensive enough list given the fact that there’s so many amazing fics coming out each day!

so instead i thought i’d direct you to some accounts that have some phenomenal work that i instantly fall in love with each time!!

➱ @etherealsanakin

poe dameron, anakin skywalker

➱ @xwing-baby

din djarin, poe dameron, star wars oc

➱ @dindjarindiaries

din djarin

➱ @sunsetkenobi

obi-wan kenobi, anakin skywalker, boba fett, din djarin, padmé amidala, rey, luke skywalker

➱ @artiza-n

anakin skywalker, marvel! (namely bucky)

➱ @beskar-tano

anakin skywalker, obi-wan kenobi, boba fett, din djarin, luke skywalker, fennec shand, poe dameron

➱ @anakinswhore

anakin skywalker

➱ @anakinlove

anakin skywalker

➱ @betweentwopines

din djarin, anakin skywalker, padmé amidala etc.

these are just some accounts that i have read regularly or some moots who post for these characters (and i need to get around reading for) but there’s so many more incredible writers for sw on here, some that i’m moots with too, that can self plug here if they want!! (my brain isn’t working today so i can’t think of everyone)

#fic recs #marvel #mcu #star wars #peter maximoff x reader #bucky barnes x reader #pietro maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #sam wilson x reader #peter parker x reader #steve rogers x reader #thor odinson x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #poe dameron x reader #din djarin x reader #boba fett x reader

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luminouspoes · 3 years

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After Poe being tortured by Kylo Ren in TFA, he would have some kind of PTSD.... So I was thinking can you write about Poe having nightmares about that, and the reader comforting him? Just pure fluff

Warnings: some references to Poe’s torture/nightmares & PTSD

It’s well past midnight when you shuffle into the shipyard, a sweater tucked around you and a toolkit hung around your hips. You couldn’t sleep, so you figure it would be a good time to get ahead on some of the repairs you needed to do tomorrow, which included some minor repairs on Poe’s newest ship.

He hadn’t crashed it or gotten it blown up yet, which you supposed was an improvement, the most damage his X-Wing sustained in his last mission was some blown fuses and carbon scoring.

You’re surprised to already find a technician’s ladder rolled up against the hull of the ship when you arrive. You glance around, but find that the Resistance base is surprisingly quiet, save the sounds of wildlife emitting from Ajan Kloss’ jungles. You step up on the ladder and clamber up to the top, where you find Poe Dameron asleep in the cockpit.

His head is tilted back against the headrest like he fell asleep looking up at the stars - which he probably did - and while the sight is certainly endearing, he doesn’t seem to be sleeping well. His expression is screwed up and he’s fidgeting in his seat quite a bit. Worried, you rap your knuckles against the closed window to get his attention. It works - a little too well because Poe jolts upright abruptly and slams his head into the roof.

You wince apologetically as his eyes fall on you. His eyes soften around the corners, and he presses the switch to unlock the ship’s canopy as he runs a hand over his sore head. You push up on the canopy so you can rest your arms just on the edge, then you lean forward. “You’ve got to stop falling asleep out here, Dameron.”

“Well, at least I sleep,” Poe says defensively. “I’m not sure that you do, as many times as you keep finding me out here.”

“Insomnia is my best friend,” you retort wryly, stepping down the rungs when Poe goes to stand up. You hop down instead of taking the last couple of steps, then steady the ladder as Poe steps onto it. Instead of doing the civilized thing and walking down, Poe just grips the handlebars and slides down till his feet land on the soft grass beside you.

“Which I’m sure has nothing to do with the amount of caf you inhale.”

You skirt around his crack about your caf addiction. “So what’s your excuse for sleeping in this thing and not - oh, I don’t know - your quarters?”

He doesn’t meet your gaze, instead, his dark brown eyes sweep back up to the canopy of stars above. “The stars calm me down.”

You sidle up closer to him, following his gaze. There are thousands of glittering stars, too many to take in all at once. You’re tempted to point out a few systems you think you recognize, but you remain quiet because looking up makes everything on the ground fall to the wayside, and you kind of want to embrace that.

“You’re still having nightmares?” You finally ask, sliding your gaze from the sky to the star standing beside you. There really is no other way to describe Poe, in your mind. He’s a bright light in the middle of all this darkness, with an irresistible gravitational pull that brings people together.

“Yeah.” He admits, voice rough. His content expression slips to a pained one. “They were starting to go away, I don’t get why they’re so much worse recently.”

You step around in front of him, taking his face in your hands. “Trauma’s not a straight line, anything could have triggered them. A recent mission, the way someone phrased something, general anxiety -” you brush your thumb along his cheekbone where you can just barely make out the faint outline of a scar - “Which there’s plenty of, anymore.”

Poe hums in acknowledgment, catching your wrist and bringing your hands down. He doesn’t let go though, instead, he pinches the fabric of the sweater as he thinks. “Outta all the things I’ve seen, I can’t believe I let that brute get to me most of all.”

You shake your head. “Nope, we’re not doing that.” You press a kiss to his nose, which he scrunches his face up at, ticklish. “You didn’t let him do anything, that’s not how this works.”

“How does this work, then?” Poe asks, sounding both genuinely curious and frustrated.

“It works by you not blaming yourself for your trauma.” You reply with ease. “You’re already doing well.”

“How so, doc?”

You tip backward and make a sweeping gesture towards the sky. “You found something to calm yourself down, enough to sleep by.”

“Not very well,” Poe admits as he rubs the back of his neck. “I was having another nightmare when you showed up, and besides...falling asleep in an X-Wing isn’t the most reliable way to catch up on sleep.”

You look down sheepishly, trying to muster up the courage to say what you're thinking. “You could, um, stay with me. If you want.” There's a leaf just by the toe of your boot with a fascinating set of bright orange veins that pop against the dull yellow of the leaf, so you stare at it as your question is met with a beat of silence.

“In your quarters?”

“No, in the X-Wing.” You retort sardonically. You fix Poe with a well, duh expression. “Yes, my quarters. I don't sleep well at night anyway, so you could...lay down and if I notice anything bothering you, I can wake you up.”

You entirely expect him to decline, but instead, he asks, “You wouldn't mind?”

“You're my friend, of course, I wouldn't mind.” You reply, cheeks warming. “Besides the Resistance needs its favorite commander well-rested.”

“Are you sure it's the Resistance's favorite commander and not yours?” Poe asks with a tiny smile, and you swat at his arm. He dodges easily, catching your hand again, but this time he tugs you forward. You stumble against him, one hand landing on his chest as he looks down at you with a soft expression.

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you into a warm embrace, his chin resting on the crown of your head. Despite your hammering heart, you melt instantly against him. Few people gave hugs like Poe Dameron did.

“Thank you.” He murmurs faintly as he moves his head to press a kiss to your hairline.

“Always.” You say when he draws back. You extend your hand to him, wiggling your fingers slightly. Poe chuckles, takes your hand, and you lead him back to your quarters.

You don't pass anyone on the way there, which is fine by you and by Poe too, you're sure, but by the time you're stepping into your room with Poe hanging sheepishly behind your heels, a wave of exhaustion has hit you. Still, you're true to your word, so you motion at the mattress. “Have at it,” you tell him as you move toward your desk.

Poe doesn't even pull down the duvet, just toes off his shoes and sits gingerly on the edge of the bed like he's afraid he'll break it. “You sure about this? I don't like the idea of you staying up all night to make sure I sleep. Where'd we be if one of Rose's best techs were falling asleep on the job cos of me?”

“I told you, I'm not even tired -” you hide a yawn behind your hand and cough, but Poe's eyebrow shoots upward so you know you've been caught - “I mean, I'm tired, but not enough to sleep.”

Poe leans forward off the bed, grabbing you by the sleeve of your sweater, and gently tugs you forward. You could hold your ground if you want, but you shuffle forward anyway, a tiny smile tugging at your lips.

“You need your rest too, you know. I can always sleep on the floor or go back to my quarters.”

“You're not sleeping on my floor.” You scoff, “And I think we've already established that you’re having trouble sleeping in your quarters.”

“The X-Wing is always available.”

“Or we could just share the bed.” You don't mean to say it aloud - you don't think - but it slips out anyway. Part of you flounders, but it's overridden by your concern for his screwed up sleep schedule, so you continue on, “It's not like we haven't fallen asleep together before.”

Those times were different and you know it - falling asleep huddled together over datapads in the corner of the debriefing room was totally different than dozing off in the same bed.

Poe stands up and you start to think he’s going to leave, but instead, he gestures at the bed. “Pick your side.”

“Really?” You ask, moving to your favored side, closest to the wall. Unlike Poe, you yank the duvet down and snuggle in before patting the space next to you. He climbs on just as warily as before, feet kicked over the blanket.

“I figured there was a 50/50 shot of me finding you asleep outside my door if I tried to leave,” Poe says with a light smile and you whack him with one of the bed pillows. He isn’t wrong, you’re well-known around the base for your dedication to looking out for your friends, and that sounds...exactly like what you were planning to do if he wasn’t going to stick around.

He settles on the bed beside you, a low sigh escaping his lips as he stares up at the ceiling. You twist onto your side, propping your head up with your elbow. “Poe?”

He hums in response, not immediately taking his eyes off the ceiling.

“It’s okay to be afraid, you know.”

He turns his head to look down at you softly. “I know, I just...wish I wasn’t.”

You seek out his hand in the dark. As soon as you find it, you thread your fingers together. You wish none of this happened, it makes you angry when you think about it. “No one wants to be afraid, but it’s okay. You don’t have to deal with this alone.”

“Everyone’s counting on me. Leia’s counting on me.”

“You really think the General doesn’t have nightmares either?” You counter. His gaze flicks back up to meet yours. You shift again, scooting a little closer. “Rey’s mentioned having nightmares, so has Finn. Even Jess has them, you know that better than anyone. People are all counting on them, so what makes you so different?”

“I just...don’t wanna let her down.” He’s talking about Leia, you realize.

You shake your head. “Poe Dameron, that’s impossible. No one understands the General quite like you do.” You bump your knee against his side, “I’m pretty sure no one understands you quite like the General does.”

“I don’t know about that.” Poe chuckles and looks back up at the ceiling. “There’s this person who always seems to know what I’m thinking.”

“Oh? What are they like, then, have I met them?”

“Probably. They’re a technician. One of Rose’s best, actually. Chewed me up one side and down the other for strapping experimental tech onto Black One before it got destroyed. Usually drags me to bed when they find me out cold in an X-Wing.”

Your cheeks warm. “They sound like a handful.”

“They are,” Poe agrees and you resist the urge to swat him with a pillow. “Stubborn like you wouldn’t believe, strong sense of justice, has an even bigger heart and will do anything for the people they care about. They’re a damn good friend - even if they keep their room below freezing -” he emphasizes this last part by finally ducking under the blankets and you bark out a laugh.

“It’s not that cold.”

“Oh, yes it is,” Poe argues with a shiver. You roll your eyes and settle back into your pillow as he settles on his side, his back to you.

After a long moment of silence, you say, “Hey, Poe?”

“Yeah?”

“You’re a damn good friend, too.”

You’re met with a sheepish laugh, and you cautiously throw an arm around his torso. He doesn’t react for a minute, but just as you’re about to pull away, he wraps his hand around yours and pulls it up to his chest. You smile and awkwardly move closer, burying your face in between his shoulder blades.

It doesn’t take long for his breathing to even out, but you stay up for a while longer to make sure he’s in a steady sleep, but for the first time all evening, he seems relaxed and peaceful, so you close your eyes and murmur against his shirt, “G’night, flyboy.”

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagines #poe dameron x you #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron #star wars x reader #star wars imagine #nonnie nonnie #myfic #not sure if this is pure fluff but i tried tojatoat

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gloomybabygirl · 3 years

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{in my head pt.2} Poe Dameron x smuggler!reader (soulmate au)

series masterlist

last part * next part

a/n: hi everyone! I can’t thank you enough for all the love on the first part of the series!! I was actually super nervous to post it and had my friends beta read it an unhealthy amount of times, so the feedback I’ve gotten has been wonderful :) p.s. the series tag list is open, send an ask or message if you want to be tagged for the rest!

warnings: alcohol consumption, soulmate trope, poe not clearing his throat, cliffhanger, I haven’t proofread this yet

timeline: I never established this so here we go! this is set between force awakens and last Jedi! so we’re still on D’Qar ladies, gents, and nb friends. however Miss Rey has not yet traveled to see Uncle Luke

word count: 4k oops

songs used: mr. loverman - Ricky Montgomery & the chain - Fleetwood Mac (kinda? I just listened there's no singing in this part lol)

summary: you and Poe spend some time bonding, you go on your first mission

You loved being apart of the Resistance. Waking up on D’Qar every morning was a blessing in your eyes. You had a purpose here. You’d never stayed on one planet for so long. Being on the run was your norm for the majority of your life. It was too dangerous for you to stay on one planet for too long (or stay in one region for that matter). The humid Jungle was the closest thing you’d had to a permanent home since you were a child.

That is, D’Qar was the closet thing to a physical home you’d had in years. There was one person that had no trouble making you feel at home. You could be stuck in carbonite on a bounty hunters ship and hearing your soulmate’s voice wold make you feel safe. His sweet song felt like coming home to the warm embrace of a lover.

But you hadn’t heard it in weeks. And it was starting to worry you. There had always been that nagging voice in the back of your mind telling you that he’d found someone else. But now that voice was trying to convince you of something much worse. You don’t know what you’d do if you’d spent all this time waiting for your person only to find out that something awful had happened to him.

You’d rather find out he already belonged to someone else.

You did your best to push the dark thoughts away, locking them in a box in the back of your mind. You couldn’t let yourself linger on the idea of him being dead or it would drive you insane.

There were three people that did a magnificent job of keeping your mind off of all the negative thoughts. On days when it felt like the weight of the war was resting solely on your shoulders, your friends were the ones who could help you bear it. They were always there for a joke or a long talk, if that's what you needed. Of course you were there for them as well. It was the first time you’d allowed yourself to have people in your life that could rely on you.

Days like today were your favorite. The weather was finally starting to cool down on the swampy planet, making the outside air somewhat tolerable. Everyone you loved was on base, safe and accounted for after a successful mission. Every time one of them left the base you felt as though you were holding your breath until they came back. But now, in Poe's small quarters with Rey and Finn, you felt the air return to your grateful lungs. Poe had devised a plan to hit up Maz’s on the way back from the mission and snagged a few bottles of jet juice, which you and the rest of the gang were all happily draining in his quarters. The alcohol was just beginning to burn in your stomach and your head was the slightest bit fuzzy. You took your time soaking in the scene of your found family spread out on the cold permacrete of Poe’s room.

Finn’s boisterous laugh rang out as his best friend finished telling every one about his adventure and a half to get the jet juice. Finn was especially fond of the tangy, red alcohol and was on drink number four down the hatch.

“Only you, Dameron,” Rey laughed to herself, gently taking the half full bottle out of Finn’s hands. His face of protest caused another round of laughter to erupt around the small room. He looked like a child that was denied a sweet by their parent.

Finn fell back against the permacrete, his head making an awful hollow sound as it hit the ground. He didn't seem to feel it and decided the floor was his new best friend for the night. Rey got up from her position against the wall and began to pick up the empty bottles scattered around the room.

“Looks like the jet juice served it’s purpose,” you commented, nudging Poe in the side with your elbow. Finn was now curling into the fetal position, trying to use a rug as a blanket.

You had your legs resting over Poe’s strong thighs. He patted the side of your leg where his hand had been resting, carefully moving your legs off of him. “I better help him back to his room. Someone has to make sure he doesn’t end up running naked through the tarmac trying to fly an X-Wing,” Poe said.

“I’d should head back to my quarters too,” you stood up to put your boots on, but Poe stopped you.

“Actually, do you think you could wait here till I get back? I have something I want to give you,” Poe winked at you, helping Rey tug their friend to his feet.

You couldn't help the way your heart sped up at his words. And you definitely didn't miss the eyebrow raise Rey shot you from the door.

“Yeah, I’ll just hang with BB-8 till you get back.”

A low voice bellowed out from the door, “OOOOH HE GOT YOU A PRESENT! How romantic,” Finn was apparently trying to wake up the entire base with the way his voice was booming off the walls. You were sure he hadn't meant for that to come out so loud. Or to come out at all.

Everyone went silent. You and Poe pointedly looked away from each other. His cheeks flamed red. You pretended to be preoccupied with the frayed laces on your Resistance issued boots.

Rey looked between the two of you and then broke the awkward silence with: “Aaanyway, let’s get you to bed Peanut!” She sounded too cheerful, trying to reduce the awkward energy that hung in the room. Being force sensitive you could only imagine how she was perceiving the situation. She and Poe hauled their inebriated friend out into the hall, desperately trying to shush him as he was now singing. You hoped his poor soulmate wasn't trying to sleep.

Finn clapped Poe on the back hard when they finally got into the drunk man’s room. Rey had helped Poe get Finn to his quarters but had dipped when Finn requested to be helped into his pajamas. They were close, but not ‘undressing one another’ close. Poe was itching to get back to his room and see you again, but he helped his buddy none the less.

Finn was finally laying in bed when Poe turned to leave.

“Are you okay?”

Poe hesitated, then turned on his heel. “Yeah?” he furrowed his brow at the unexpected question, “Why?”

“You haven’t been singing.” Finn was suddenly serious.

Poe’s face softened when he realized what Finn was so concerned about.

And he was right, Poe hadn’t been singing. It wasn't hard to miss, everyone on base noticed. The man who used to use every spare moment to sing to his soulmate had gone quiet. People actually missed hearing his voice all the time. Echoing through the halls of the base or out on the tarmac mixing with the whine of X-Wings taking off and landing. Finn wasn’t the only person worried about Black Leader. Leia had even mentioned something to her surrogate son a few days back. She enjoyed his singing more than anyone. She said it was a sparkle of hope during a dark time.

But the truth was, Poe didn't feel like singing. Guilt was the main thing keeping him from inflicting his voice on people whenever he could. How could he sing to his soulmate when he was fighting off feelings for someone else? He was doing everything in his power to stop you from being at the forefront of his mind all the time, but it was hard when your smile was his favorite thing to occupy his mind with.

“I miss my lover, man.”

He did. He missed his soulmate, whoever they were. He missed randomly hearing their soft voice humming through his mind. He missed the way he felt when he would sing to them. It was the closest thing he had to actually being with them, talking to them. He missed that he used to long for them. Lately that unconditional, blind love was being clouded by someone else. You.

“Tell me more stories about your Dad.” You were sitting cross-legged on the floor across from where BB-8 was nestled in his charging station. He had been beeping and booping at you for the last half and hour as you waited for his father to return.

The droid animatedly jumped into another anecdote about a recent mission he had gone on with his favorite person. He rattled around in his charging station, whirling his head around and beeping rapidly at you.

“He did what?!” you asked the little orange droid as the blast doors flew open, revealing the man in question. You turned to face Poe, mouth still agape at the droids admission to you.

“Who did what?” Poe asked confused, walking into the room. The droid then decided he was done charging and rolled over to Poe for scritches. Poe kneeled down and gave his favorite little guy some love, looking at you for an answer. He laughed at the way you had your arms crossed and were giving him the same look Leia gave him when she found out he’d gotten into a dog fight.

BB-8 beeped adamantly at him.

“Maker, Beebs, you told her about that?” He glanced nervously at you, only to find you were now trying to suppress a laugh. He was soothed by that damned smile that was burned into his mind.

“Unfortunately for you, I can understand BB’s binary perfectly. Now I know why you have to work on your ship so often,” you teased. “You’re not exactly tender with her.” You were trying to keep up your facade of being angry with him for being reckless. You were failing, your smirk giving you away.

Why did the fact that you understood BB-8 give him heart palpitations? His droid was absolutely going to get him into trouble with you one day. Apparently he can’t be expected to keep secrets.

Poe ignored your jab and walked over to sit behind you.

“Close your eyes,” he demanded softly.

“No, I don’t trust you. What kind of weird creature are you about to put on me?” you asked, twisting your torso to see him.

He cocked his head at you, “Would you just have a little faith in me? I have something special for you.” He laughed. You narrowed your eyes at him but closed you eyes and turned around anyway, your smile growing bigger every second.

“Besides, if I was going to put a creature on you, I’d do it on front of more people,” he taunted.

You laughed humorlessly at him, “Always the attention whore.” You heard him playfully shush you.

Poe took a deep breath, silently grateful that you couldn't see the way his hands were trembling. He reached up and removed the silver chain from around his neck for the first time in years. He then carefully slipped it over your head and watched from over your shoulder as his mothers ring came to rest at your sternum.

Deep breath. “Open.”

You immediately turned toward him, a look of shock on your face.

“Poe what is this?” you asked, alarmed by the ring resting delicately on your collar bone.

Poe's warm eyes held so much softness in them, you thought you would bust into tears right then. You turned to face him fully, confused as to why he just put this piece of jewelry around your neck.

“A good luck charm,” he whispered, admiring the way it looked on you.

“Is this the chain you wear every day?”

He nodded, still giving you that look that made you feel like the only person in the universe.

“Then what's this ring?” The bottom of the silver chain was always dipped below his collar, if the ring had always been there, you’d never seen it.

“It was my mother’s wedding ring. I wear it every day, take it on every mission, even sleep with it on. One day I’ll give it to my soulmate when I ask them to marry me, but for now it serves as a good luck charm for me,” He explained with a sad edge to his voice.

You had become close with Poe Dameron in the last few months. While a large portion of that time was spent with Finn and Rey, you also had spent a few late nights just the two of you. He had a knack for making you laugh and you would often stay in his quarters long after the others had retired. Deeper conversations were far and few between, the two of you preferring to spend your time together in a fit of hysterics. It was strange to see this man so serious. There was no twinkle of mischief in his eyes tonight.

You suddenly felt suffocated by him. His face was a mere few inches away from yours and you could feel his cool breath fanning across your face. His large hands rested on your knees, giving you a light squeeze and snapping you out of your haze.

“Poe are you sure you want to give this to me? I can't imagine how important it must be to you.” You reached up and stroked the smooth metal.

“It’s the most important thing in the word to me. But I want you to have it for your first mission. Since I’m not going with you to help you when you accidentally shoot yourself in the foot, I want you to have a piece of me there with you. And what better to give you than my good luck charm?”

You felt your tears spill over, streaking hot and wet down your face at the sincerity in his voice. You couldn't believe he wanted you to have this piece of him with you. He was becoming one of the most important people in your life, and him sharing something so special with you meant the world.

You were going down a slippery slope. If you weren't careful, you could fall in love with this man so easily.

“Poe, thank you. I don't know what to say,” you reached forward, pulling him into a tight hug. You nuzzled into his neck, letting the scent of leather and engine oil envelop you. He reached one arm securely around your waist and brought the other up to gently cup the back of your head. He took a deep breath in without meaning to, overwhelming his senses with you. He didn't want to pull away and had to hide his disappointment when you did. You kept your hands on his shoulders, squeezing slightly.

“I promise I’ll bring it back safely so you can give it to your soulmate one day.”

The next few days were a whirl wind of meetings, briefings, more meetings, caf breaks, and did you mention meetings? You spent more time in the command room with your team than you did anywhere else. You forgot life existed outside the confines of the dirt walls.

But you were ecstatic that Leia trusted you with such an important mission so soon after joining the Resistance. Plus you couldn’t be more grateful for the people that were joining you for this mission.

Finn was excellent for morale and a very smart man when he needed to be, unless of course he had jet juice in his system. Miss. Force-User Rey was always a good person to have on a mission. You brought a sense of craftiness to the crew, thanks to your smuggler skills. And Chewbacca was the only one (besides Poe) that Leia trusted to pilot the Falcon. Plus, he had a soft spot for smugglers, making you a new favorite of his.

The one person you wished you could add to this team was Poe. His pilot skills would have been a great help to Chewie, he was talented with a blaster, and he was easy on the eyes. But he had a more important solo mission with BB-8 that Leia needed him on. He didn't make himself completely scarce though. He often came in and out of the Command Center, having his own mission to plan with Admiral Akbar. He made a point of bringing you caf every time too, he knew exactly how you liked it.

You were terrified for your first mission as it was, but not having Poe there made everything ten times more dangerous in your eyes.

The ring he had let you borrow was becoming a source of comfort. Whenever you got anxious about the mission you found yourself fiddling with it. The smooth metal was slightly worn in one spot on the band and you ran your fingers over it repeatedly to calm yourself. Something you caught yourself doing unconsciously on a number of occasions.

The plan was simple. The Resistance had gotten word of an ex First Order official on the planet Ryloth, less than a parsec away from Tatooine. You and the rest of the crew were to go there and see what information the old Commander could offer you. Simple. But that didn’t stop you from needing to cover all your bases. Every single thing that could have possibly gone wrong had an escape plan to coincide. You were as prepared as you could be.

Your favorite part of the plan was your mode of transportation. As an ex-smuggler, you’d admired the Millennium Falcon and it's pilot for years. You’d heard every story surrounding Han Solo and his old piece of junk. Seeing it in person, let alone flying on it was something you’d never thought would be possible. But here you were, boarding the infamous ship.

Finn and Rey brushed passed you, Rey laughing at the look of awe on your face as you were frozen in the doorway, the ramp hitting you on the ass as it closed.

You took your time walking around the hull of the Falcon. Taking a moment just to think about the adventures she’d been on, the places she’d seen. You laughed fondly to yourself as you remembered your favorite story. You reached out and placed a hand tentatively on the wall of the old ship. “So this is the ship that made the Kessel Run in fourteen parsecs?” you called out to your friends.

“Twelve,” Finn and Rey chorused from the cockpit, mixed with the indignant cry of your favorite Wookie.

“Okay, twelve! Sorry, sorry,” you laughed and joined your friends in the cockpit.

Poe was exhilarated every time he was in the air. There was nothing in the world that gave him the same feeling. This man was more comfortable in a cockpit than he was on his own two feet. If it were up to him, he’d never come down.

But there was someone pulling him back to solid ground, like a magnet. Someone he couldn’t stop thinking about no matter how badly he wanted to exile them from his mind. He couldn't ignore your gravitational pull. He hadn't seen you in several days, you having returned from your mission two days prior. His mission was a success and he couldn't wait to tell you all about it. Leaving out the dangerous details that BB-8 was sure to fill you in on later.

He was nervous to hear about how your mission went. It was a simple enough task, but he couldn't help but worry about you. He hoped his good luck charm was as comforting to you as it had been to him these last few years. He felt naked without it, this having been the first mission he hadn't taken it on. He found himself reaching up to stroke his finger across the band of the ring he had worn in from playing with it when he got nervous, but then remembering he'd given it to you. The idea that you were wearing a piece of him around the base made his heart leap in his chest.

He was practically giddy when he leaped down from his X-Wing, already rushing to find you.

Cool it Dameron, you have a soulmate waiting for you.

Plus, he had to see the General before anything. Was he so clouded by his need to see you that he forgot he was fighting a war?

A twinge of guilt hit him hard in the stomach, forcing him to take a deep breath and remind himself of the person looking for him somewhere in the universe. He let his feet take him down the familiar dirt path to the Command Center. The soft, damp earth caused his flight boots to sink slightly with each step.

He flooded his mind with images of what his future could be like with the person the galaxy had chosen for him. A small home on Yavin IV. Children he could teach how to fly the same way his mother taught him. A safe, quiet life with no threat of the First Order. No threats at all. He stored these images in the back of his mind for when he needed a glimmer of hope during the war. But lately he was using these daydreams as distractions from you.

He stepped into he large room where Leia was addressing General Akbar and a few other pilots that had also just returned from a mission.

When she caught sight of Poe her forehead created in confusion and she abruptly dismissed the debrief she was in the middle of with a wave of her hand. As they shuffled out of the room, several of them shot Poe sympathetic looks.

What the hell was going on?

“Commander Dameron, what are you doing here?” The General asked, walking over to him.

He hesitated, unsure as to why she was asking a question with an obvious answer, “I just landed from my mission, General. I’m here to debrief.”

Leia dropped the General persona and gently caressed the pilots face, running her thumb over the stubble she resented.

She had always been like a second mother to Poe, and he like a second son to her. Their relationship was something special and unique. Something she thanked the Force every day for. However, her unexpected shift from serious Resistance leader to caring mother made Poe nervous.

“I thought Finn or Rey would have been waiting on the tarmac to tell you.”

Now he was starting to panic. What was he missing? What happened?

“Come with me,” Leia softly implored, grabbing his calloused hand and yanking him out of the room. She tried to flood him with calm though the force connection she made with him, but his anxiety was too overbearing.

She continued explaining as she pulled him through the base, “The mission went south. There was no ex Order Commander on Ryloth. It was a set up. When they landed, there was a fleet of ‘Troopers waiting for them, ready to capture them and bring them back to the Finalizer for my son to interrogate.” She tried to keep her voice even for Poe's sake.

Poe was really panicking now, starting to pick up his speed. He squeezed Leia’s hand, begging her to continue.

“They got out relatively unscathed. Chewie stayed on the Falcon so they were able to get away quickly. But Poe,” she stopped in her tracks, jerking Poe back to a halt. She looked him in the eyes, worried for what his reaction to her news would be.

“Poe, the new recruit was badly hurt. They were shot in the side with a blaster and lost a lot of blood. They’ve been in the medbey unconscious for two days, but they’ll be okay,” she finished.

Poe wordlessly turned and broke out into a run towards the medbay. Leia watched him go, knowing he needed to see you more than anything in that moment. She had felt a connection between you and Poe. She knew he wanted to wait for his soulmate, but she also knew that finding them was not likely. Part of her wished he would give in and let himself fall in love with you. Soulmate or not, she wanted him to be happy.

#poe x reader #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron fic #poe dameron one shot #poe dameron x reader #star wars imagine #in my head

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earstwo · 4 years

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I hit 7k recently after losing almost 1.5k followers when I converted to a Reylo blog (not sorry in the slightest) and decided it was time to finally compile some of the INCREDIBLE fanfics that I’ve read since joining the fandom in December.

I’m constantly impressed by the talent around here and I'm so grateful to love a ship that has some of the most amazing content I’ve ever seen. The creators in this fandom are second to none. I’m so thankful for all they do and all that they give to us.

Please keep never stop sharing your gifts. <3

**Note: Most (pretty much all) of these are rated E.

Without further ado, here are (some of) my favorite stories:

The Jedi Path by SouthsideStory | 19k | E | I am such a sucker for Jedi Academy Ben and Rey. It’s everything I never knew I needed, and this fic is a beautiful rendition. If you know me at all, you know that I devour Angst with a Happy Ending stories, and this is no exception to that rule.

Exile by Ernzo | 22k | E | Oof. This one hurts. Leia sends Rey to the planet where Ben is exiled. It’s angsty and sad and cathartic in every way. I’ve read it dozens of times.

Before the Saber Swings by @waterlilyrose | 28k | M | Fuck. When I tell y’all that this story fucked me up, I mean it from the bottom of my s o u l. It stayed with me for days. I literally couldn’t get it out of my head. It felt so real to me that I was in physical pain while reading it. I also made an AU gifset of the fic with a quote from Buffy because I’m extra and love pain.

penitence by @bettsfic | 16k | M | Look, Betts is one of my favorite fanfiction authors of all time. Her Bellarke works are some that I’ve read dozens of times and I was fucking ecstatic when I found out she also writes Reylo. This is an A+ TROS fix-it that is lovely and soft and sweet.

The Writings of Ben Solo by BurnedStars777 | 39k | E | This was recced to me by the fabulous @galacticidiots and is just a fantastic story all around. Rey finds Ben’s journal whilst stuck on a planet with Kylo Ren and she (eventually) connects the dots. Rey falling in love with Ben sight unseen? Here. For. it. find a thread to pull, and we can watch it unravel by again_please | 17k | E | A fantastic post-TLJ story with angsty and broody Ben and just some all around quality smut. I devoured this and have read it multiple time since.

We Could Plant a House, We Could Build a Tree by @likeadove | 124k | E | I will probably never stop reading this fic. It’s such a beautiful coming of age story for Rey and her relationship with Ben as she grows up is just... gah. It’s fantastic. Please read it.

Soul Searching by OptimisticBeth | 205k | E | Soulmates AU where Ben is Rey’s teacher? Sign me the fuuuuck up, and Soul Searching is so fucking well written. I go back to this one every few weeks and just gush at how great the world building is. I love the relationship Rey has with Leia and Han. It’s rich with love and angst and fluffffff. So good.

Coveted by OptimisticBeth | 82k | E | WIP | OptimisticBeth is just an incredible writer, so you should honestly read all of her stuff, but I am so, so, so into this fic. It’s A/B/O and Ben’s Rey’s pack leader. He, along with a bunch of other Alphas are trying to court Rey, a highly desired Omega. It’s so fucking delicious, y’all. Alpha Ben Solo is just...it doesn’t get much better.

A Treehouse Covered in Salt by violethoure666 | 34k | E | This fic made me cry my eyes out. I’m not kidding. It’s so raw and real. It hurts to read at some points, but you care so much about Ben and Rey in this that you fight through the pain. They grow up together as neighbors and Han builds them a treehouse where they meet throughout their childhoods/teen years. Prepare to cry but also be so fulfilled and satisfied. It’s wonderful. love it when you call me lover by @kylotrashforever | 66k | E | WIP | First, let me say that anything by KTF is going to be gold. These fics I have listed are just a few of my favorites at the moment. Lover is hot as fuck (as is all of her stuff) but also fluffy in the best way. It’s in Sadsville right now so I’m fucking PUMPED for her to update. Ben’s a doctor who basically gives Rey a sexual awakening when he proves her statement of “I just don’t think I can come from (insert sexual act here)” very, very wrong.

mountain at my gates by @kylotrashforever | 26k | E | More A/B/O goodness. Omega Rey’s car breaks down on a mountain. Ben is a mountain man Alpha. You can probably guess what happens from there. *fans self*

take me to church by @kylotrashforever | 26k | E | I love this story so much. Ben is the pastor’s son at the church Rey grows up in. They start hooking up in secret and are terrrrrrible at communicating with each other which leads to angst. But it’s so sweet and soft while also being super hot. I love this Ben and Rey so much.

Your Pretty Little Heart by @ever-so-reylo | 64k | E | The A/B/O Reylo bible, I feel like. They’re doctors and he’s a grumpy as fuck Alpha. Shenanigans ensue. And by shenanigans I mean a lot, a lot, a LOT of sex.

The Food of Love by @lovesbitca8 | 60k | E | Y’all. If you haven’t read this yet, please stop what you’re doing and read it RIGHT NOW. I ate this fic up in one sitting because holy SHIT it’s amazing. It’s so well written and the story is just... absolutely exquisite. Ben is cellist that’s also a famous rockstar and Rey’s an up and coming violinist and they fall in loOOoOOve in the best, most angsty, sexiest way. Please just read it right now. The scene when she firsts goes to his apartment and plays one of his cellos............you guys. It’s a lot.

Already Home by AttackoftheDarkCurses | 81k | E | This is soulmates + A/B/O so naturally I am obsessed with it. Rey gets connected with her soulmate via a website and he’s going by the name Kylo Ren. At the same time, she’s also moving in with grumpy librarian Ben Solo. She falls in love with both but has no idea that they’re the same person. It’s INCREDIBLE.

Tangled but Unbroken by AttackoftheDarkCurses | 20k | M | I read this the other night and it’s so fucking soft. I am such a fucking sucker for growing up together fics and this is just such top quality. The braiding kills me every goddamn time. Also, I’m making my way through all of Attack’s works right now and they’re all incredible. Highly recommend.

Dear Mr. President by @shmisolo | 89k | E | I love this Ben so much. The characterization is so on the money. The angst is absolutely delicious. The smut is top brass. Oh, and did I mention they’re soulmates? It’s everything you need, I promise.

Good Day, Professor by @faequeentitania | 38k | E | One of the best Professor Solo fics out there. I’m such a sucker for age difference fics. Of course there’s angst, who do you think I am?

Embers by sciosophia | 34k | E | Breaking up/getting back together fics are some of my favorites and this one is fantastic. The pining with these two is ridiculous. You just want to smush their faces together. It’s a beautiful love story.

Reclaimed by @bettsfic | 14k | E | Ughhhhhhhhhh, Reclaimed. I am so in love with Reclaimed. Alpha Ben adopts Omega Rey after she’s rescued from this terrible Alpha that held her captive for most of her life. She doesn’t talk and Ben has to help her learn to be a human being and not just a subservient Omega. This Ben is the Ben of my dreams. No contest.

the following are all written by @kylorenvevo. please read them all if you haven’t already.

landscape with a blur of conquerers | 362k | E | Y’all know this shit is fire. It’s basically the bible. If you haven’t read this yet, consider this as me yelling at you to do it NOW.

like young gods | 84k | T | fuck, the Sword of the Jedi series is incomparable when it comes to in-universe fics. I cannot begin to express how much I love this story. It’s so soft and intense and sad. Like, gut wrenchingly sad. Ben senses Rey on Jakku when she’s six and he and Luke take her back to the Jedi Academy. She grows up with Ben.

to kingdom come | 145k | M | The sequel to Like Young Gods. I’m not gonna spoil much here, but just know I cried through most of this fic. I downright SOBBED at the end. It’s gorgeous and I will never stop rereading it. The love these two have for each other... it’s unreal.

i kill giants | 34k | E | WIP | The TROS fix-it we all need. Ben is alive and finds Rey on Tatooine. It’s soft and Thea does a great job of soothing so many of the gaping wounds we were left with after TROS. My heart soars every time I read a new chapter. This is what we deserved. :(

the heartbreak prince | 58k | E | WIP | Harry Potter AU. Professor/student. Size kink. Virginity kink. ANGST. All the good things life has to offer. Professor Solo is fucking filthy in this and I (along with Miss Niima) am here 👏 for 👏 it.

place the moon at my eyes (and her whiteness shall devour) | 29k | E | Another breakup/get back together fic that I absolutely adore.

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Thank you to everyone that’s been so kind and welcoming to me the past couple of months! I love this fandom and its energy and enthusiasm and how much everyone seems to care for each other. I hope that I can continue to create content for you forever <3

#reylo fic rec #reylo #reylo fanfiction #reylo fic masterlist #follower celebration #reylo fic #reylo ff #reylo fanfiction rec

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autumn-foxfire · 3 years

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This is gonna be another endhawks one a forewarning

But yeah aside from 'we literally see hawks as a child admiring adult endeavor' for me it has also been about patterns in their lives and what their reletionship implies within context. Like it might just be because i used to be very active in rp spaces so i often got to see the reasoning to what led up to the reletionship n not just art. Like i often saw ppl potray hawks as enjis second chance at love and often (both in art n rp) he seems to be paired with hawks v quickly after leaving rei n that...

I may be thinking Too Much into it but due to patterns in their life that always struck me as uncomfy. Enji is learning to get better yes but he's a man with a Very Recent past of being an abuser. Hawks has a history of literally being groomed by those in power. Enji divorcing Rei and basically immidietly moving on to someone 1. Much younger than her 2. Who used to idolize him, really leaves the taste in my mouth of 'a victim gets away from abuser so he moves on to a more vulnerable victim'

That being said most ppl i encountered in rp spaces that rpd endhawks were resnoble ass people who were perfectly fine warning me if they were gonna do a romantic/nsfw thread so i could mute it, while i made sure to politely ask for it without ship bashing. win win for everybody, circling back to me always saying 👏mutual👏respect👏. They actually made me more comfy with endhawks then i initially was just cuz i could control when n how i saw it

Yeah, there circumstances don't endear me to their relationship either. I know that Enji wouldn't mistreat and abuse Hawks like he did with his wife as he's a changed man but I just can't overlook his history and Hawks history as an abuse victim himself. Add the fact that Hawks also idolised Enji too... It's hard not to see history repeating itself even though you know both of these characters wouldn't allow it T-T

And I'm glad you found sound a positive RP group! They sound like good people and I'm glad to see we have shippers who can acknowledge that their ship isn't for everyone and will warn people so they can have the chance to avoid it! I have mutuals who enjoy the ship too which is why I've been putting the anti tag just so they don't have to see something they've probably been attacked with time and time again. It's about respecting each other's bounderies and making fandom a healthy place to reside in <3

#bnha #anti-endhawks #obligatory block tag XD #charmspoint #thanks for the ask!!

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seventeenlovesthree · 2 years

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I’ve been seeing a lot of South Park spoilers on Twitter recently, which reminded me how hard I was riding the South Park wave back in 2008 or so. So to distract myself a little, I thought about listing my major ships for every fandom I have hyperfocussed on for more than half a year. That shall be interesting.

The Little Mermaid (approx 1993-1995): I was a literal baby back then, but my mother said I carried my Ariel and Eric dolls with me everywhere, so I guess Eric/Ariel counts as my first OTP.

Sailor Moon (since approx 1995-1997 onwards): I actually didn’t think much about shipping back in the day and my love for certain Sailor Moon ships only started blooming as a teenager, so it didn’t really count back then. I’d say, my favourite ships today would be Usagi/Ami, Makoto/Ami, Haruka/Michiru and basically Everyone/Usagi. I didn’t have a word for pan-/polysexual relationships, but I feel like Sailor Moon contributed a lot to me appreciating these character dynamics nowadays.

Pokémon (since approx 1997-1999 onwards): Like with Sailor Moon, I didn’t care about shipping in my innocent hyperfocus years as a child. The love for ships came much, much later. Around the 2000s, I discovered the world of the internet - and yaoi in particular -, so when it came to the anime, I had a huge soft spot for Takeshi/Satoshi, simply because Takeshi was my absolute favourite and I liked their friendship a lot. As for the games, all of that just came to my attention after 2010, but I’d say, in theory, my favourite game related ships were up until today are: Ruby/Sapphire (also known as Brendan/May aka Yuki/Haruka), Serena/Shauna, Moon/Lillie, Hop/Gloria, Leon/Raihan (also known as Dande/Kibana) and, of course Red/Blue (or Red/Green in the original, they were literally married in Sun/Moon after all).

Digimon Adventure (since approx 2000-2002 onwards): Digimon was the first anime fandom I really experienced through the internet and, judging by my veeeeeery old fandom folders I had back in the say (last edit date: 2003, holy duck), Koushirou had already been my favourite character. And you’ll laugh, while I also had several Taichi/Koushirou fanarts saved back then (although I liked them very casually), I also had a huge soft spot for Koushirou/Mimi. Time really flies, huh.

Digimon Tamers (since approx 2002-2003 onwards): While Digimon Adventure was my entrance drug into the Digimon franchise, Tamers was the one that got me hooked. And it was the one that made me get really intense about shipping. Jenrya/Takato was so dear to my heart and basically the first pairing you might really call one of my OTPs, I was pretty obsessed with it, with Jenrya/Ruki being a very close second. I didn’t think of the concept of OT3s back in the day, so that wasn’t an option yet.

Bakuten Shoot Beyblade (since approx. 2003-2010 onwards): One of my longest-running fandoms and I still find myself looking back at it dearly, even if I’m not as passionate about it as I used to be. Kai/Rei was THE pairing for me back in the day and the one I first proclaimed to actually be THE OTP. Beyblade, like Digimon and Sailor Moon, was also some kind of subconscious door-opener when it came to my multi-shipping attitude; the older I became, the more I appreciated those dynamics, because literally nobody needs triangles, when you just can have OT3s or OT4s. I actually enjoy every dynamic between the main 4 (Takao/Max/Rei/Kai), though I probably couldn’t rank them precisely and my perception for them changes every few months, but I wrote enough meta back in the day about their character dynamics to say that there’s probably something for everyone. (For instance, I used to hate Kai/Max when I was 14 years old, because I thought it didn’t make sense - nowadays, I could write you an essay about why it would actually be one of the healthiest combinations among the four. Amazing.)

South Park (since approx. 2008-2010 onwards): I think it was the “I love you” episode, though I can’t really remember anymore, back in the day, I fell REALLY hard for Stan/Kyle. Like I said, there are a lot of spoilers floating around that make me want to dive back into the series, since these two are just... Making my heart bleed.

One Piece (since approx. 2009-2011 onwards): While One Piece is a series I always kiiiinda let myself floating back to, I’ve never been as passionate about it again as I used to back in the day. And once again, I had a really intense Zoro/Luffy phase, my Lord. I still love them to bits and you can bet that I’ll fall for every moment between them again and again.

Football (since approx. 2010-2018 onwards): Oh, RPS, I never thought I’d fall for you as hard as I did back then. I “friendship” a lot more casually and less seriously these days and I’ll maintain that you shall NEVER speculate on players’ sexual orientations and claim that the stories you explore in your head should be taken for “real”. But I still have a lot of dynamics that make me sigh deeply. You have Friedrich/Mertesacker, who had a huge impact on me getting into the football fandom in the first place and Mertesacker/Podolski, who stole my entire heart throughout the entire Arsenal Germany era. Nowadays, it’s hard to get attached with so many players having retired already (and all the shit that is happening in the business), but, as you might know, I’ll still enjoy certain dynamics for nostalgia sake OR because we all need a bit of current softness in our lives (see Neuer/Müller or Kramer/Everyone, haha).

Digimon Adventure (AGAIN since 2021 onwards): It’s the first time that I actually “fell back” into a fandom - and more intensely than I ever did before. Granted, I was still a child when Digimon caught my interest in the first place, so it may not even count, but man, did I fall hard this time. Taichi/Koushirou has taken over my entire heart, even though I obviously enjoy other ships as well. Let’s see where this fandom will take me this time.

I obviously also have a lot of other fandoms and ships I love very dearly, but I was just listing the ones I was or am ACTIVELY hyperfocusing on, so there’s a difference! Feel free to ask if you’re interested in other fandoms/ships I enoy!

#personal #shipping #ships #otp #my two cents #the little mermaid #sailor moon #pokemon #digimon #beyblade #football #one piece #south park #there were a lot more but these were the most intense ones

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writefightandflightclub · 4 years

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I dare ya (Poe Dameron x reader fluff)

What is this? #8 of 14 prompt requests for my now semi-distant 500 follower celebration (sorry that they’re taking me an age to complete)!

Prompt / summary: “You dared me to!” + “I didn’t think you’d actually do it!” + fluff + regular!Poe.

One fateful night, Poe dares you to kiss him, but he never expected you to actually do it!

Author’s note: I wasn’t super imaginative with this one (not through lack of trying). Hope you like it though! Finn and Rey make a rare appearance too!

Word count: Just over 2k Warnings: casual alcohol consumption; too many POV shifts; typos, probably. GIF credit: @starwarsfilms

Poe’s eyes are closed, his eyelashes splaying out like soft fans, his full lips puckered, and his strong jaw angled towards you. He’s awash with the glow of the soft firelight, the dancing flames picking out the contours of his artful, gorgeous face. It’s a delicious sight, and it makes you forget yourself. You forget where you are. Forget that you probably shouldn’t kiss him. And so, you can’t help but oblige him and move in for the kill.

“Woah! What the kriff!” Poe exclaims as your hot lips brush tentatively against his, apparently, much to the shock of him and all of your friends, judging by the audible ripple of surprise which spreads around the circle.

You recoil as soon as you have any hint that your affections may not be wanted, a hot flush of embarrassment creeping up your neck. “You dared me to!” You exclaim, defensively. Suddenly, he has you wondering if you are more tipsy than you’d realised. Why else would you be so daft as to oblige him and lean in like that, in front of everyone?

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it!” Poe waves his hands around in disbelief, his palms up like he’s balancing plates, his cheeks darkening with embarrassment.

Yikes. You had to mess things up, didn’t you? He wasn’t being serious. And you had to go and kiss your kriffing Commander. Can the ground swallow you now and take you away from this mess?

Sat up on the hill with the gang, you were engaging in a rare night off to celebrate a recent victory, the occasion paired with a circling bottle of fire whiskey and some increasingly juvenile behaviour. The game of truth or dare had certainly escalated when Poe dared you to kiss him. Well, now that you’ve screwed up, you are very quickly sobering up, the party mood ebbing swiftly away from you.

Desperately trying to find a way to backtrack and mask your humiliation as all eyes converge on you, your mouth opens and then closes wordlessly. It feels like an age since anyone else spoke. Has silence ever lasted this long before in the history of the universe? You force a thin and unconvincing laugh. “Then why in Maker’s name did you dare me to?”

“I dunno, I thought you would chew me out, like anyone else who flirts with you. Or that it would be kinda funny to watch you squirm.” He defends, his voice escalating in pitch. “I didn’t really want you to kiss me!”

Oh, wow. His final words are like a punch in the gut. You’ve had a devastating crush on the pilot for a long time now, so you can’t help but bristle at his words. Can forgive yourself for the ache which blooms in your chest, dragging the corners of your lips down and birthing jewelled tears in the corner of your eyes. That’s it then. After all this time you’ve wasted wondering, he has finally rejected you. He doesn’t want to kiss you. And worse, everyone heard him say it.

It takes everything you have not to cry right there. You manage to postpone your tears, at least. Smooth your face just enough to enact your swift exit. “You know what? I’m tired. I might just go to bed, guys.”, you announce to a sea of tipsy and disappointed faces. Maybe they’ll finish off the rest of the booze in your absence and forget your mistake by morning. You can hope.

The rest of the group groan in protest and reach their arms out to you, beckoning you to stay. But all Poe gives you is an indifferent “okay.”

Really? Really? He’s actually going to add insult to injury? You scoff lightly at him, shaking your head, not believing quite how oblivious he is as to how much he’s hurting you right now.

You wave to everyone and Rey and Finn jump up to give you a quick farewell hug. “Do you need me?” Rey asks pointedly - the only one of your friends who knows how much you pine hopelessly for the Commander. In hushed tones, you convince her that you just want to be left alone and you slink off down the hill to your quarters.

***

Stood apart from the main group, Rey and Finn sorrowfully watch you leave, before turning to one another and relaying, almost at the same time: “Poe is such an idiot.” Their heads whip towards one another in confusion.

“Wait, why do you think he’s an idiot?” Finn inquires.

Rey huddles closer. “You mean my most recent reason? Well, between you and I... I happen to know that (Y/N) is into him, and he clearly just upset them. Why do you think he’s an idiot?”

Finn becomes animated, over-excited, leaning in conspiratorially, speaking too quickly. “Because I’ve got intel that he is into (Y/N) and he just completely screwed it up!”

Rey and Finn’s eyes light up, toothy smiles beaming from their faces, hands clasping together as they realise what this means. “They like each other!” They both exclaim at the same time. Then, they turn towards Poe in unison, eyes needling him as he sits, casually sipping his beer, seemingly lost in deep thought and unaware that he is the hot topic of the moment.

“Oi! Poe Dameron!” Rey scolds loudly, and he flicks his eyes up towards his friends, vaguely wondering why they stand with their arms folded and lips pursed as if he’s about to get a telling off. Unconsciously, he braces himself. “Er, excuse me, but you’d better be planning on going after (Y/N)” Rey prods.

His brows knit together and he stands apart from the rest of the group to join the secret little conflab currently taking place. “What? Why’s that?”

“Because they like you” Rey begins.

“And you like them...” Finn continues.

“And because you -you difficult man- just told them in no uncertain terms that you don’t want to kiss them.”

“You big dum dum.” Finn adds for effect, earning a side-eye from Poe.

Confusion washes over the commander’s face. “But I didn’t say....” Realisation slowly -a little too slowly- takes root and twists through his features as he looks between his friends. Then, suddenly, he looks as animated and directionless as an excitable puppy. “Oh, Kriff. Kriff! I gotta go after them.”

Rey rolls her eyes as Poe says it as if it was his idea all along. “Er, yeah, that’s what we’ve been saying.”

“Yeah, dum dum.” Finn adds again to hammer the point home, smiling to himself as Poe bristles.

“I gotta go.” Poe bites down on his lip with a new found determination, squeezes Rey’s shoulders, grabs Finn’s face in his hands to plant a kiss of gratitude on his forehead, and springs forth from his position to race down the hill and on towards your quarters.

He arrives at your door a little breathless and knocks on it softly. Momentarily, the door swings open and you greet him with a confused expression, which quickly transitions into thinly veiled annoyance. Your eyes are red. Have you been crying?, he wonders, inwardly berating himself.

“No thank you.” You bite off, before closing the door in his face.

Oh. Well that didn’t go so great.

***

You hear another, more insistent knock on the door and sigh exasperatedly, this time opening it wordlessly and wondering what Poe might have to say for himself.

“Can I come in?” he says, looking at you from beneath those endlessly long, thick lashes.

“No, I have a friend over.” At that BB-8′s muffled beeps emanate from inside your room.

“Little traitor.” You and Poe both mumble fondly at the same time, each appearing taken aback by the reminder of how in sync you are. Usually are. Maybe some time apart would be wise after all, instead of living in each others’ pockets on every mission. And in-between every mission. Maybe that would help you get some closure.

“Please.” Poe pleads softly. “Can I join you?”

“D’pends. Are you only here because Rey told you to be?” You tap your foot agitatedly on the floor.

“Not exactly.”

You examine his well-meaning face for a few moments and then sigh, gesturing with your arm to welcome him into the room. The door clasps shut behind him and he comes to stand in the centre of the minimal floorspace, not much choice but to position himself only a few steps away from you.

“What can I help you with, Poe?”

“Got a question for ya. Truth or dare?” he asks with an unabashed smirk, earning a scowl from you. If he had any sense he’d realise the wound is too fresh for this to be as charming as he no doubt thinks it is.

“Come on, humour me?” he encourages, and ok... he is effortlessly charming you. He’s got a talent for it. That, or you have a deficiency in resisting him. You fold your arms, but it is evident that you’re doing it to mask the fact that you’re softening. You know it and he knows it.

“Fine. I choose truth.”

He sucks in air through his teeth, leaning forward to whisper emphatically to you from behind his hand. “This will go a lot better if you choose dare.”

Your eyes narrow, intrigued and slightly nervous about where he’s going with this. But you concede. “Fine. Dare.” You try to keep your voice impassive.

Stifling a smile, Poe shuffles closer to you, until he’s mere inches away. When he speaks, his voice is still barely above a whisper. “I dare you to kiss me.”

You’re sure the way your heart instantly starts pounding can’t be healthy. You try to hide the effect his proximity and his words are having on you. He may have rejected you, but his pull on you is still undeniable. It’s like that time you were almost sucked into a black hole. Your hands are on the controls but you’re not the one piloting this ship any longer. “Apparently you don’t want to kiss me, Poe.”

“I thought you might say that. Clearly I, uh, inadvertently gave you that impression, huh?” He casually runs a hand over his stubble and it bristles. It’s an unwelcome reminder that earlier you were close enough to feel it scratch against your skin. “Can I explain something, though?”

“Go ahead.”, you invite him. What have you got to lose?

He shuffles forward a little more, stroking his hands softly down your arms until he reaches your hands, gently clasping them in his. You shake your head in attempted protest, in confusion, but somehow can’t bring yourself to do much more than that. His hands are warm and reassuring, just like him. Even with this small amount of touch you feel entirely held. You don’t want to have him let go. Not now. Hell, not ever, if you can help it. “Honey.” he breathes, his dark eyes searching yours in earnest. The pet name he’s only ever called you in jest somehow hits so different when it’s accompanied by that look in his eyes. “I didn’t want you to kiss me because of how badly I want you to kiss me.”

You blink repeatedly, feeling like his words are leaving you hanging right on the edge of some precipice. You’re certain you’re going over, but you’re not quite sure yet if you’re going to fall or fly when you do. “Poe. That makes no sense whatsoever.”

He knows fine well it doesn’t, but he’s not finished with you yet, so he simply smiles softly, taking his time with his declaration, bringing a hand up to cup your cheek. He strokes you there, strokes your shoulder, your hair, brushes the pad of his thumb along your bottom lip, his voice almost painfully sincere. “I didn’t want you to kiss me up there. Not like that. If you had, how would I have been able to hide how much I wanted it. How I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long. If you’d kissed me, how would I have been able to stop?” He has tears swelling in your eyes for the second time that night, but, this time, they too hit different. “If you’d kissed me like that, how would I give you the kinda kiss I’ve been dreamin’ of givin’ you for so long? The kinda kiss I’m gonna give you right now.”

You swear you have forgotten how to breathe.

“So, baby.”, he continues. “Kiss me. I dare ya.”

And this time, as your lips meet his, he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he leans in. He leans in with his whole body and with his whole heart, meeting yours. And he kisses you.

THE END

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shark-myths · 3 years

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Fic Writer Review

thanks for the tag, @setting-in-a-honeymoon !

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

60! which is a lot, and also doesn’t include the fics i orphaned from an old fandom (a controversial decision to me, by me)

2. What’s your total AO3 wordcount?

867,941

3. How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

so many throughout history, and some i’m sure i’ve forgotten. and yes, i’ve been writing RPF since age 13 and am developmentally stunted as a result. smallville, x-men, lotr, afi, fall out boy, battlestar galactica, mcu, iron man, marina del rey, mcr, star trek, supernatural, p!atd, and now the latest blessed sinkhole, cobra kai.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Stranger Danger

From Russia With Love

The Difference Between Real Love and the Love On TV

Boys Next Door/Assholes

Jet Black Crow

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

oh, I really mean to, i swear. but I have 340 in my inbox that I haven’t responded to. I appreciate my kind and supportive reviewers so much! I just don’t have a lot of time or energy, and I usually choose reading or writing with my time instead of responding to messages. your comments are a gift and I love receiving them so much!!!

6. What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

lol in the olden days, I once ended a fic with a surprise suicide, because i was a cruel and mercurial child. all my fob fics have happy endings though! the fic I have online right now that gets the most ‘wtf is this ending’ feedback is the unreliable narrator ghost story, the ending of which is either happy or REAL SAD, depending on how you interpret is, is Baby You’re A Haunted House

7. Do you write crossovers? If so what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

i don’t write crossovers per se but I love a good universe smash. the wildest one I’ve done is my beauty and the beast/coyote ugly peterick remix.

8. Have you ever received hate on a fic?

god yes, i started writing fic in 2003 and i cannot stress enough how different fandom was back then

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

absolutely I do, lots of emotional intensity but also good old fashioned fucking

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

a million years ago on deviantart

11. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes! it is the biggest compliment ever, you guys are too good to me

12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

hahahahaha @carbonbased000

13. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

hard question! rpf is my favorite thing to write because I love making transformations within set biographical constraints, it is by far my favorite way to be creative, but there are so many ships with interesting dynamics. i’m true blue for peterick but i also love fic with older characters who are all gritty and wounded navigating overt and internalized homophobia, and girl ships are the stuff of life. some of my favorite ships I never write for (for example, kirk/spock or various lotr pairings) because like. I have absolutely nothing to add, it’s already perfect. lawrusso is my favorite of the moment because cobra kai is an absolutely WILD show, it’s a blast

14. What’s a wip that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

UGH my ageswap peterick about Patrick letting everyone down again and again and again. literally I’ve been working on this fic for 5 years and only have like one scene left to write but it’s become a goddamn albatross around my neck

15. What are your writing strengths?

I’m funny and I use pretty words, and the fact that I want good things for all my characters shines through

16. What are your writing weaknesses?

will you laugh if I say plot? I am terrible at plots. almost all of my fics are just situations and how people react to them emotionally. the other thing is spatial descriptions, I can’t picture things in my head so i am wildly inconsistent and often just forget to add these in. oh, and I also get so lost in the dreamy emotional bits of people’s inner experiences that I lose my own narrative thread over and over and over again.

17. What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I love it if you’re a student of the language, bilingual, or get someone who is fluent to beta that shit for you. if you don’t have the skillset or resources to do it right, there’s a real risk of cultural appropriation and fetishizing someone’s foreignness, so I’d steer clear. there’s the question of what it adds to the experience of the fic, as a reader or a writer, that has to be considered

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

afi rpf, and I dead-ass thought I’d invented it. you shoulda seen my brain explode when i discovered an entire archive just for that.

19. What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I’ve reached a level of pride in my skill that I love most of the fics I finish—if I don’t, I tend not to finish or post! so I’m usually enamored with my most recent stories and have a deep appreciation for most of my gallery. but I do literally have a girl out boy tattoo and that universe (and how my amazing readers participated in building it with me) will always be the most personally important to me, regardless of whether its technical merit is outstripped by newer works

i tag--who wants to do this tag? @leyley09 @sir-transcelot @alienfuckeronmain @carbonbased000 @allkindsofplatinumandpercocet @rhea-imagined @all my other lovelies who feel like doing writing reflection as a means of procrastinating actual writing

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cjstalkingstarwarsagain · 3 years

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hi! i’ve recently decided to rewatch all the star wars movies and take notes on them and then,,, share them with you. so if you’re even mildly interested in my star wars opinions, here you go :)

i’ll divide it into a couple categories so,,,

well start with rogue one!!

shit that made me giggle

"oh look, here’s lyra back from the dead. it’s a miracle."

everything K2 says and does. i love him and he’s perfect.

i love the continuous attempts by K2 to appear imperial and how he fails every time. not a single storm trooper or officer ever believes him when he starts running his mouth.

so sorry but bohdi getting his cable caught and trying to shake it loose is such an adorably human moment. makes me giggle every time.

i honestly thought this section would be longer, this movie made me laugh a bunch.

stuff i don’t like or doesn’t make sense

why does jyn start believing in the rebellion? there’s no indication that she cared before they found her. there’s no real turning point that we can see. she just,,, suddenly is really into this shit. which is strange because the only reason she ever joined was because she was given a non-choice (either help or get put back in prison). i guess i can kinda see how her father dying could have changed her, but we see none of that on the ship after his death. we just get to the rebel council and all of a sudden she’s the poster girl for rebellion.

saw seems really stable at the beginning of the film, so why did he go seemingly crazy and paranoid? it’s probably explained in the novelization but that’s no excuse to just have a character go crazy with really no explanation or backstory.

that being said, a lot of the character development is pretty lacking. i don’t think i’d care about these characters nearly as much if i wasn’t already a star wars fan.

video game cut scene style general tarkin

bor gullet is supposed to make you lose your mind but bohdi was pretty much fine after like,,, a day

how does the death star,,,, move?? like i know it can but has that ever been explained? is it like little thrusters? like the ones you can see in real life to stabilize things in space? there’s nothing i can visually see. i’m not mad about it i just wanna know.

why does saw insist on staying behind? why doesn’t he come and help?? it would have been so easy to just leave but he insists on staying behind and just watching as death inches closer. i think it doesn’t make sense because we know *so little* about his character. give me more on him, make me understand.

since james earl jones is getting older, vader sounds older. was there??? nothing the audio or editing department could have done about that??? not super mad about this one just because darth vader is really cool and i’ll never really complain too much about darth vader screen time.

when the fuck did jyn become a motivational speaker??

my one gripe about pretty much every star wars movie is the sheer number of times people climb through huge shafts and jump around and shit and they’re always *fine*. no way they wouldn’t fall to their deaths in any normal situations.

can someone?? check the science of the hammerhead corvette?? because there’s no gravity or weight in space right?? theoretically all you gotta do is give that star destroyer a bump and it’s spinning out, right?? i know absolutely nothing about space physics but i gotta be right. maybe i’m wrong. i dunno. i’m dumb as rocks. hear that baby girl?? it’s the spare change rattling around in my skull. i got pennies where my brain is.

absolutely no fucking shot cassian survived a blaster hit AND that fall AND climbed out. my belief simply cannot be suspended that much.

DUDE I FORGOT THAT THE DEATH STAR CAN TRAVEL THROUGH HYPERSPACE HOW DOES WORK SOMEONE TELL ME!!!!!

why doesn’t vader just,,, force grab the plans. i know he sees them. why not just force stop the guy running away with them??

final note now that the movie is over. yes, it’s got a lot of issues. the plot is ehhh at times. the trailers don’t match up with the movie shots AT ALL (i wanna know what happened behind the scenes with that). the character development is lacking in many major ways (that has not stopped me from loving these characters though, but that’s the autism talking). but like i’ll say in the "stuff i liked" section, this is such a damn cool movie. i was once talking about it with an older friend of mine and he said seeing rogue one in theaters felt like watching the original trilogy in theaters back in the 70s and 80s and honestly that’s such a compliment. i love this movie, i really do.

just cool shit,,, you know the vibe

DEATH TROOPERS

krennic is probably one of my favorite imperial officers. for some reason he just really sells it for me, the evil and manipulation that borderlines in try hard. and (i mention it more later because you see it more in the "choke on your aspirations" scene) beyond that just the fact that he’s?? a guy. just a dude. at any given moment he could be described as just hanging out. but he’s trying so hard (for whatever reason, we don’t know his evil motivations) to be this big bad evil dude. and it’s just interesting to see someone *trying* to be imperial and *trying* to be evil, as opposed to a tarkin-type character who’s just naturally an asshole.

i love the rogue one main theme. don’t even talk to me. it’s so cool.

it’s cool to see more about the birth of the death star, seeing other people learn about it. sort of realizing the fear and terror that everyone must have been experiencing. especially after being a star wars fan for so long and being like, yeah it’s the death star it’s just a staple of this universe. it reminds me that "oh god this was a planet killer and this was the first time something like that had ever even been heard of".

there’s gorgeous visuals in this movie.

i like the "i’m wanted in 12 systems" guy cameo (did you know his name is cornelius? i googled it)

when the storm trooper asks for papers?? like fuck yeah show me what life is like under imperial rule. give me that shit.

chirrut is so badass i’ll never get over it

"i’m one with the force and the force is with me" i’m eating that shit UP! salivating over the meal in front of me. i really want more exploration of the guardians and jedi worship in general. like gimme that weird funky space religion.

seeing an at-st just walk around a town. i dunno i like that shit.

K2 saying sorry for hitting cassian. i’m so soft on this robot.

"clear of hostiles,,,, ONE HOSTILE"

jyn stepping in front of K2 to protect him after she (not ten minutes ago) made the comment “i’m just afraid they’ll miss you and hit me”. jyn,,, your soft side is showing,,,,

i like the cool machine blaster that baze has. it’s awesome seeing different blaster styles when originally the only variation we really saw was chewie’s cross bow style blaster.

i really wanna see more of baze and cirruit. i wanna know what happened that made baze stop believing. i wanna know how they met. i wanna see them evolve and grow together.

i like that jyn argues that 16 is too young to be a solider (she’s 21 in the movie). i like that she’s mad that she’s young and has been put in a position to protect herself and then later save the galaxy. (for context: luke and leia were 19 in a new hope. anakin is 19 in attack of the clones, ~22 when he became darth vader, and rey is 19 in force awakens. stop putting the fate of the galaxy in the hands of people who are *barely* adults)

the testing of the death star is awesome. love seeing wicked cool space weapons. when it blocks out the sun? ominous as hell fuck yeah.

it’s interesting that baze says cassian doesn’t look like a killer, that "he has the face of a friend", when one of the first things we saw him do was kill a man. i think about that a lot. does that say more about baze’s ability to read people or does it say more about who cassian is deep down, beyond what he’s done to serve the rebellion?

cassian’s relationship with death and killing is very interesting. you could argue that cassian is just as brainwashed and deep in the rebellion as anyone imperial. i really hope it’s something that gets explored in his stand alone show. he mentions he’s lost everything and has been a rebel since he was 6. gimme cassian andor backstory.

"careful not to choke on your aspirations director" is probably some of the most dramatic-anakin-skywalker shit i’ve ever seen vader do

i like seeing rebel infighting. so often it seems there’s always general consensus about what the rebellion wants, but it’s good to see that they don’t always agree on how to rebel.

i love the consistent "found family" rebel alliance shit in these movies. it makes my dick so hard.

ARTOO AND THREEPIO CAMEO FUCK ME UP THOSE ARE MY BOYS

okay i totally get that the empire is evil, i really do, but rogue one (and lots of moments in the sequels) really reminds me how fucking cool some of their shit is. like death troopers? imperial droids like K2? the base on scarif? vader’s castle on mustafar and his bacta tank?? fuck me UP.

i loved hearing the troopers doing their dumb small talk about the T-15s on the beach.

i think ben mendelssohn is perfect for the role of krennic, no notes there. he’s just like?? a guy and he’s doing everything he can to fit into this evil role and he just wants to be like this big bad imperial boy on campus. i don’t know. i don’t have the words right now to express how fuckin awesome he is. i’ll write an essay about it later.

THE AT-AT COMING OUT OF THE MIST?? CHRIST ON A BIKE. LAY ME TO REST. LOVE IT.

fucking love me some female fighter pilots. the women of star wars are so badass. doing justice to my return of the jedi ladies.

i think a whole lot about jyn giving K2 a blaster. the way he takes it and looks at it and holds it so gently. i think that’s the first time a human has trusted him with a blaster since his reprogramming. he seems so appreciative of that trust.

i love seeing the faces of baze and the other rebels when a few of the x-wings show up and take down an at-at. i’m so very soft for the relationship between these rebels. not to be cliche, but the *hope* that they have. it’s so moving. this movie is just so full of that quintessential rebel feeling.

hey so i’m super emotional about the death of K2 okay? because in the novelizations you learn that in the last second k2 had before a full shut down, he ran a simulation where cassian lived and even though he knew it was impossible, it made him happy. FURTHERMORE K2 is very well known and his name is often listed along side jyn’s in terms of talking about the history of the rebellion.

chirrut and baze’s deaths are so important to me. we know they’re best friends, and even though we don’t know how long they’ve been together, they love each other so deeply. chirrut being the path for baze to return to the force? touching. i so wish these dumb force husbands could have had more screen time. baze calling chirrut back?? chirrut telling him to find him in the force?? baze looking to see the man he loves one more time before he dies??reminds me of the silken quote about dying in your best friends arms because it’s all you know. anywho,,, if star wars canon has any mercy then these two lovers are force ghosts together rn. don’t care how you feel or whether you "ship" them or not. love comes in so many forms and they encompass all that love.

terribly sorry but i think about those two star destroyers colliding with the rogue one main theme playing over it every day. it’s,,,,, so,,,, ( ´∀｀)

i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again BEN MENDELSSOHN??? UH YEAH

krennic watching his weapon (his beautiful, successful weapon) power up and kill him,,, the poetic justice of it all,,,,

any time anyone says "may the force be with you" i dunno maybe it’s my religious trauma but i’m head over heels for that good shit

the star destroyer coming out of hyper space as the rebels are escaping and some of the ships hit the destroyer?? one of my favorite things in the new star wars movies is directors and writers saying "oh this can totally happen" and they DO IT

jyn mentioning earlier in the film that she isn’t used to people sticking around when shit hits the fan and then dying in the arms of cassian?? because he stayed?? and for the first time she has someone??

in that same vein: cassian also says earlier in the film that he lost everything too. his connection with jyn is also important to him, just as important as it is to jyn. they need each other. i can’t remember who on this hellsite said it, but someone mentioned that they hope the stand alone cassian stuff coming out doesn’t make him this swindling playboy who fucks around a bunch. i think having him as more of like?? a mandolorian type character would be really cool. like he’s a rebel assassin: make him one. make him independent and badass and cool and DONT give him a bunch of romantic or sexual interests because then that downplays the clear love he had developing for jyn. again LOVE COMES IN FORMS BEYOND BASIC SHIPS. and there’s a lot of love in star wars.

i’ve said it a million times but vader is so cool and over and over again this movie reminded me that he’s actually so scary. i saw star wars for the first time when i was 6 and i can’t remember my initial reaction to him, but i’ve definitely (like with the death star) been desensitized to the fact that if i was in star wars, darth vader would scare the shit out of me. he’s *scary* and that’s cool. i liked seeing vader effortlessly go fucking mad on these rebels. then you understand why they were so scared in that first scene of a new hope.

no i absolutely will not get over the vader scene. i won’t. his saber turning on. his force abilities. his effortless lightsaber work. the choral music over the scene with the hectic orchestra. don’t touch me i’m emotional.

i loved seeing leia. it touches me so deeply every time.

fuck i love this movie despite all its faults.

if you’ve made it this far, thank you!! i hope you enjoyed. please remember that this is totally a safe space for all star wars opinions and you can feel free to disagree with me! i’d love to hear what some of you thought :))

#star wars #rogue one #baze #jyn erso #chirrut imwe #cassian andor #baze malbus #bohdi rook #k2so #star wars opinions #star wars critique #star wars review

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oh-sweet-mama · 3 years

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𝐑𝐞𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞

T.W: !!TROS spoilers!! !!long!!, Sex, swearing, slight angst, I created a new term to fit into the story.

Y/n

"Help! Get medics!" Rey stumbled out of the falcon. People ran. They screamed. Voices collided together in the air. I needed a glimpse. Just a mere few seconds. His face- the memory was fuzzy.

My Ben was home. My heart throbbed. I remembered how he left me. He became Kylo Ren, the Jedi killer. Yet here he was, with a Jedi. Surrounded by Jedis. Rey, Finn, and Poe carried him out on a stretcher.

A tear slipped from my eye.

"Take care of my son." Admiral Leia begged.

"I will- I will I promise." I sob, holding her hand. Tears flowed down my face. It felt like my mother was dying before me. My body shook. Tremered with pain and loss.

There I saw him, clutching his side as he lay on the stretcher. His tunic was torn, and his was face beat up. Rey ran by his side, yelling incoherent things to him, holding his face.

I felt a twinge of jealousy. Storming off to my ship I board it. Punching a wall, leaving a dent, and knocking down several plants. Scattering dirt across the floor.

"You ok y/n?" Sallow asked. Swallowing a lump in my throat, I nodded silently. Plopping down on a couch to try to choke down my tears. "What's wrong Y/n/n?"

I shook my head. Smashing my fist down on the table. Accidentally breaking a chunk off.

"Now now! Watch the ship! I have to fly this thing!" Sallow tries to calm me down. I laugh.

"Thanks Sallow." I say wiping my tears.

Beep! Boop! Trill!

"Hey SB-3." I pat the small robots head. The droid climbs up my arm, gently nuzzling my head. (BD-1 anyone??).

"Master Y/l/n your presence is requested on the bridge."

"See you later Sallow" I say getting up. Fist bumping the captain.

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"Come young Padawan, new experience to show you." The boy nodded.

Swiping on the small electronic pad, I read the letter Admiral Leia had left me. I kept my tears at bay the best I could.

Waking briskly down the halls, my Padawan at my side, I took long strides hoping to arrive quickly.

"Where are we going Master Y/l/n?" The teenage boy asked.

"Admiral Leia asked us to escort her son, Master Rey, admiral Poe, and General Finn around camp, ensuring their safety, as they settle into the base, before she-" I bit my lip at the end of my sentence (She sounds like a female Obi-Wan).

We turned a corner, walking into a smaller control room.

We both bowed, bending at the waist. Showing upmost respect for the 'upperclassmen'.

I looked up. Seeing Ben and Rey both sitting together on a couch. Finn and Poe were talking to each other around a map table.

"Good to see you master Y/l/n," Poe bowed, "now would you like to review the map of the new base?"

"Yes of course Admiral, please call me y/n, no need for such tittles." I chucked. We stood around a blue glowing hologram. Showing all of the terrain, structures, and mechanics.

I felt a lingering stare. Unsure of who it was.

Suddenly my padawan leaned into my ear. "Obi-Wan Kenobi is at fault for the rise of Darth Vader." He whispered.

I whirled around. Within seconds the padawans head hit the floor. Sparks popped. Wires and bolts hit the floor.

The force shriveled his lightsaber, biding to my anger. Crushing the Kyber crystal into dust.

I turned back around, putting my lightsaber back on to my belt. The blood stained the edges of my robes.

Silence echoed around the room.

"Another one." I state nonchalantly pain cracking in my voice. Poe looked disheartened. He had taken a liking to Padawan Joshuk.

"Why- why did you kill him?" Ben choked out.

"He was apart of a rising evil in the galaxy. They're robots- or part of one. The first order kidnaps a child, implant prosthetics into them, then sends them out to kill. They are next to try to wipe the galaxy of all force sensitive people, users, and- me." I say.

I was frustrated and annoyed. My heart was being crushed by every passing second.

Ben doesn't remember me, since he is blinded by his love for Rey.

"Listen to me," Ben tilted my chin up to look at him. "I'll love you forever, no matter who I meet, who I become, or what happens."

"I love you Ben, please- please don't leave!" I crash into his chest, sobbing.

"I'll never be truly gone my love, I'll always be by your side, I promise."

The academy burned down,

Luke was gone,

Ben was gone,

Kylo Ren rose,

Ben Solo fell.

I hit my fist on the side of the map table. The light flickered.

"Where do these kids keep coming from?" I think aloud.

"I don't know, but however their being turned, we need to find out a way to stop it." Finn said.

"I spoke to Master Qui-Gon today, he told me many stories of young padawans and force sensitive individuals. Though he's never seen anything of this before." I explain.

"Wait how could you talk to Qui-Gon?" Rey got up in my face. She smelled of sweat and blood.

"Master- Qui-Gon. I am a kosmker. Meaning 'world between worlds walker'," I scan the table looking at the map of camp. Studying infer structure and mechanics.

"I've never heard of that." Ben said behind me. His voice was muffled.

He thinks I'm a murder.

A tear falls from my face. A hand rests on my shoulder. Knowing who it was I didn't panic.

"He doesn't think you're a murder y/n, he's afraid of who he was. My Ben,0 thinks he's a monster. He still loves you Y/n/n."

I shake my head. Letting the tears flow freely. I couldn't hold it back any longer. Poe rubbed my shoulder. Me and him had gotten close.

"I'm sorry," I breathed trying to stop myself from crying. "She's-"

"I know- I know." Poe tried to comfort me. I could hear the pain in his voice.

I took a breath and cleared my throat.

"My apologizes." The room was quiet. "It would be my honor to show you around camp, however Master Ben and Master Rey have had a cruel day, I can show them to their personal quarters, whilst showing admiral Poe and General Finn around camp in depth."

"That would be great y/n." Poe smiled at me. I nodded.

I held the doors open for them.

Boop! Beep! Trill!

"Aw your antenna is bent." I bent the droids antenna back. Earning a happy trill in response. "This is SB-3 everyone, everyone SB-3."

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"Here is your quarters, Master Ben." I escorted Ben to his room. I had already dropped Poe, Finn, and Rey off.

"Wait, Y/n/n-" Ben grabbed my arm.

"How-" I stumbled on my words.

"I'm sorry- I'm sorry for leaving you- I-" Bens voice cracked, his brown eyes became glassy. I opened the door to his personal quarters. Taking him gently by the hand, I lead him in.

"It's ok Master Ben, you'll be fine, with time, rest, and care." I said to him, leading him over to his bed.

"Please- don't call me Master- I don't even deserve that tittle." He cries.

"Sorry- well I think you deserve the world- Ben." I tell him, trying to be transparent.

"I remember you Y/n/n- I never- ever forgot you- even for a second. I never ever-" he sobbed.

"I saw you and Rey- I felt a connection-" I croaked.

"I know- I know- you- I've realized why the force brought me and Rey together! It wanted- it needed me to find you!" Ben said, he was almost desperate to get his point across. "I love you Y/n/n- I've never stopped loving you ever- I need you! You've held me together all of these years."

Tears were pouring down his face. Pieces of his hair was sticking to his face where he wiped his tears.

I got closer to him. Taking his face into my hands. I wiped my thumb pads over his face wiping the warm tears off his face.

"you love me Ben Solo?" I asked, anxiety rising in my chest. It was almost suffocating me.

"Yes, I'll never stop loving you- ever." He cried.

He hooked an arm around my waist. Pulling me into him. I was thrown back to that night.

"I love you Ben please- please don't leave."

"I love you Ben please- please don't leave." I sobbed.

He held me tighter.

"I never left, I was always by your side, but I'll never leave now." He sobbed into my stomach. I pulled back letting my hair out of the buns on my head.

I tried to get out of his grip. I needed to leave, he was destined to be with Master Rey- not me.

"Don't leave- please don't leave-." He cried.

"Let's get you some new clothes and cleaned up ok Ben." I tried to soothe him.

He nodded still holding onto me like a toddler. I pulled away grabbing his hand. I started the shower. Finding soft scented soaps, and fluffy towels. A fresh set of clothes, just laundered and still warm sat folded on the counter for him.

"Ben," I cooed out to him. "Ben, the water is warm."

I ducked my head out of the bathroom to find the man. I scanned the room.

"Ben?" I was starting to get worried. I heard the door click and he walked in. "Oh there you are. The water is ready for you Ben."

He nodded silently. He wouldn't face me.

"Y/n”

"Please Ben just-" I sighed that was his nick name for me, "just call me y/n- please."

He was ripping my heart out and stomping on it every time he called me 'Y/n/n”

"y/n- where's my mom? I heard her call out to me on exogol. Where. Is. She?" He begged. Distressed.

"Ben- shes- gone, one with the force. She asked me to take care of you. I held her hand-" I choked. "I uh- I have to go-"

I pushed passed him. The hurt. the pain. It was to much. I sped off to my ship. Boarding it. Slamming the door to the private quarters. SB-3 jumped off my shoulder to his work area.

He had found a droid similar to his model on a recent planet we had visited. The still room often was filled with sounds of sparks and metal clanking softly.

I kicked my boots off my feet and tore my robes off my shoulders. Pulling my comforter over my body I tried to hide from the reality of my life.

I let silent tears flow down my face. Curling the knees closer to my chest I tried to drown my breaking heart.

Be-beep-

I looked up. The other droid SB-3 had been working on slowly started to power up.

"SB! You did it!" I whispered out to him.

Soft trills and beeps bounced off the walls from the communicating droids.

I dozed off. Hurt, pain, and loss consuming me.

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Knock Knock!

"Kid! Come out here please- I know you're not doin' to good- but just please come join us-" sallows muffled voice called from the other side of my door.

I sat up. My head spinning and white stars danced in my vision.

Slumping on the couch, I scan the room for Sallow.

"Ben?" I ask.

"Yes- I- I cant be without you! Please-" he begs me.

I rub my eyes.

"Let's go back to your quarters it's- quieter."

"Ok- here take my hand I don't want to lose you." Ben cooed at me.

I felt my heart flutter. Ben played with the ring on my finger.

I swam through the crowd of the celebrating resistance. Ben had laced his fingers into mine. I could feel the force oddly connecting us. Past Jedi's were murmuring incoherent words and phrases into my ears.

We slipped into the private quarters section of the inside base. Ben punched in his room pin. The door unlocked with a click.

I took a seat on the desk chair across from his bed.

Ben sat on his bed. Looking up at him, my vision cleared and, fully awake, i take in details of his appearance.

He was built like a warrior- a weapon. His tall frame was with padded with muscle. His hair was longer than I had remembered. Still it beautifully framed his face. Which had a few cuts and bruises. Though i noticed his tear stained face, rosy cheeks, and red nose.

"So how are you feeling?" I asked trying to break the silence floating around in the room.

"Better? It's different here, I guess. Loud- yet quiet?" He tried to explain his new surrounding. I chuckled lowly. "That ring- I gave it to you didn't I?"

"Yes, right before you left- you got down on one knee- and proposed your love for me." I sniffled "I've never taken it off- all these years."

Ben stood walking over to me and wrapping his arms around me. I snaked my arms around his neck, holding on with the desire to never let go. Suddenly my back hit his mattress.

Confusion stormed my emotions. He left my lips. Hungrily kissing down my jaw and onto my neck. Leaving hickeys. I realized I had forgotten my robes. Leaving me in my under shirt and jeans.

"Ben?"

"Yes?"

"What- what are you doing?"

"I'm going to rekindle the love we never was lost." He said and continued down my body. Ben unbuttoned my top. "Do you want me- this?"

"Yes?" I whispered out to the air, unsure, of this fate I was approaching. I was never one to have sexual desires. I guess I had always subconsciously saved myself for Ben.

"Why so unsure princess?" He asked.

"Well- I've- I've never uh done anything like this before." I said, almost whispering. He brought it head up with surprise.

"Ever? Have you ever had sex?" He asked. I dropped my eyes, my face heating.

"No-" I mumble

"Have you ever- touched yourself?" Ben seemed surprised.

"No- no not ever- I mean- I wash-" I brought my hands over my chest. He laughed lowly.

"No I meant like pleasure?" I could hear the cocky side of him start to show.

"No-"

"Ok well- I guess I get to enjoy pleasuring you." He hesitates "do you want this?"

I felt a knot in my stomach . I was too afraid I didn't want to admit it, I did want him. I wanted this.

"I- I do- am I- are we supposed to do this?" I asked.

"Yes, I want this- you want this- the force wants this." He says coming back up to my face. I look up at him.

"Rey is in love with you- this might have have to a one-"

"No- it will never be a one time thing, this will be forever." Ben states. I felt his fingers graze the hem of my shirt. I threw my arms up allowing The shirt to be removed from my body.

Ben slipped one hand behind my back unhooking my bra. I felt the chilly air nip at my heated skin. Insecurity crept into the back of my mind causing me to fold my arms over my chest.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"I've never had anyone seen me this bare." I said. He gently took my wrists and pinned them above my head. Ben kisses down my jaw leaving hickeys. As he was working down my neck. He lips hit a sensitive spot on my neck I never knew I had.

A moan slips passed my lips. A warm feeling washed over me as Ben sucked on the spot on my neck. The feeling was foreign but good. He worked down my body onto my chest. His left had gently massaged my breast.

"Shit-" I clasped my hand over my mouth not knowing where the profanity had come from.

"It's alright princess- it feels good, don't me ashamed about it."

My face heated up even warmer. He swirled his tongue around my right nipple. Pleasure exploded over my chest causing me to arch my back off his bed.

He kissed down my stomach leaving a darker trail of hickeys. Ben pulled down my pants leaving me nearly naked. My breathing quickened and my heart beat against my sternum.

"Ben, I'm scared." I whispered. Ben crawled up to my face. "I've never done this before."

"It's fine, I won't go down there if you don't want me to this time." Ben whispered.

"Ok, next time?" I said.

"Oh, for sure, and every other time after that." He whispered down my jaw. "Do you still want to?"

"Yea, I love you Ben."

"I know-" he pulled my panties down. Ben pulled his shirt over his head leaving his toned chest bare. He guided my hands on to his chest. I glided my hands over all of his muscles. His skin was soft and twitched every now and then, not used to touch.

He pulled his pants off. I started to feel wet?

"Ben,"

"Yes princess?"

"I'm wet? Down there?" I was embarrassed needless to say. I had never experienced this before.

"That's good, that means you want this." Ben said seductively.

He pulled my panties off, leaving me completely vulnerable under him. I felt an ache? Or a need, a longing. I needed him between my thighs.

Ben grinds his clothed lower half into mind. Earring a desperate whimper from me.

"Ben- Ben, I need you- please!" I moaned.

"Ok well- we might have a slight delay- um since you've never done anything like this before- I might have to prep you- are you ready?" Ben sounded flustered. I looked up at him- his face was red.

"Ok- please- I need- something-" I moaned, getting even more desperate by the second.

Ben lowered down- collecting some of arousal onto his fingers- he stilled right before my entrance.

"Tell me if it ever hurts or feels uncomfortable ok?" Ben instructed me. I nodded.

He inserted one finger- it felt weird- yet it calmed some of the aching fires. Ben added another digit, he slowly pumped. I bit my it stung. He started to scissor inside of me with his fingers- stretching me?

"Ben why do you need to do this?" I asked.

"So I don't hurt you with- with me-." Ben said. He suddenly started to rub a sensitive spot on the outside.

"Shit-" I moaned. Suddenly he stopped. I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion.

"Ok you should be good- plus if i go any longer-." He growled lowly.

He came back up to my face, briefly connecting our lips in a passionate kiss. Ben laced our fingers together. "Tell me to stop at any point ok?"

I nodded once again. My legs instinctively wrapped around Bens narrow waist. I could feel him at my entrance once again. I unlaced my fingers from his and wrapped my arms around his neck.

Ben slowly pushes in. He finally stilled. His hips flush against mine. I felt my eye water a bit.

"Ok- move?" I said barley above a whisper. He started a slow pace. It was a mere few seconds before my body exploded with pleasure. I felt the heat creep up through my body. It went to my fingertips. Through my veins. "Shit- Ben-"

I let go of his neck. Gripping the sheets.

He sped up just enough to hit my sweet spot with every thrust. I choked on air.

"Fuck Y/n" Ben moaned in my neck. He started on his trail of hickeys and love bites on my neck again.

There was a tightening in my stomach. I clenched around him. The feeling of having Ben inside was foreign- he was warm- but he was bringing me unbelievable pleasure that I never knew existed.

"I feel it too Y/n- let it go." Ben told me. I didn't know exactly what he was taking about. Suddenly a wave of pleasure knocked my vision into white light.

I was moaning Bens name repeatedly as waves of pleasure ran through me. Ben bucked his hips into mine chasing his white vision.

He suddenly stilled.

"Fuck y/n- shit- that was good-" he moaned. Ben left my heat and grabbed a cloth off of his bed side stand.

"Oh so you were expecting this." I laughed.

"Almost used it for something else." Ben mumbled.

"What was the 'white vision'?" I asked.

"White vision? You mean an orgasm? You don't know what an orgasm is?" Ben look up at me as he was cleaning me up.

"Well I'm sorry I chose the path of the Jedi- I was taught ancient ways."

"Sure like no-sex-no-pleasure kinda way!" He laughed.

"Sure yea! Make fun of me all you want!" I laughed, "Ben?"

"Yes?"

"Will you come cuddle with me?"

"Of course princess."

He dropped the rag on the floor, and we snuggled up together. Ben pulled his comforter up over us.

I love you Ben Solo

I love you too, never won't, now stay with me.

Of course.

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robbiedaymonds · 3 years

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2020 content creator tag

Rules: answer the questions and then tag 10+ other creators to answer the questions! thank you so much @taylorjoy-anya for tagging me!

i’m digging into my old blogs ( @wmhalliwell & @brandon-routh ) for this one since i've only had this blog since november just fyi!

first creation and most recent creation of 2020: this finn/poe scene was my first 2020 gifset!; my most recent creation is also the one i’m most proud of from 2020, it’s seriously a work of art imo and i’m proud of myself for not giving up on it

one of your favorite creations from 2020: this julie molina set; i tried really hard with making each gif a special color and i think the text is good! it’s also got lyrics from my favorite indie band, parsonsfield, on it ;)

a creation you’re really proud of: this 12 monkeys gifset took me 2 days to make after a few days of research and searching for tutorials and inspiration through many blogs and i think it’s the prettiest thing i’ve ever made

a new style you tried this year and a gifset that uses it: blending gifs! i tried it with this willex set

your favorite coloring: definitely this green rey set; i still love it so much

a creation that took you forever: this willie set took me a few days to make!

your creation from 2020 that received the most notes: i think it’s this howl’s moving castle gifset with around 5500~ and this anna from frozen 2 one with 5600~

a creation you think deserved more notes: look y’all this caos gifset was a struggle asdfghjk

a creation with a favorite scene/quote: this jack black jumanji one is still one of my favorite and makes me laugh every time i see it

a new fandom you joined and a creation you made for it: the only new fandom i joined in 2020 (and by new meaning i wasn’t a fan previously since many fandoms i started creating content for this year i’ve been fans of for years and then rewatched this year and started making content) is julie and the phantoms so here’s a set from there that i like the colors of

a creation you made that breaks your heart: this s3 gert/chase gifset never fails to make me cry (i’m also sad it didn’t get many notes :( )

a ‘simple’ creation that you really love: this murven gifset that gives me all the fucking feelings

a creation that was inspired by another one (add both your creation and the one that inspired it!): this julie/flynn set was loosely inspired by @seance‘s willex set for the round-cutout set up :)

a favorite creation created by someone else: there’s SO MANY so i’m gonna choose a couple here: gabi @lettersdeeplyworn spent days on this unsaid emily set and it still blows my mind!; @yenvengerberg’s allison set is so gorgeous i literally can’t even form words about it!; cece @nora-reid‘s rainbow set is so pretty i can’t even; @merlinemryspendragon‘s gorgeous tros rainbow set like damn the colors!! ; this breathtaking chidi/eleanor set from @will-lyra; this amazing pacific rim mako mori set from @redbelles; you can’t even compete with this rogue one set from @bbbbbbbbbbbbbbb-8 and honestly the list goes on and on

some of your favorite content creators from the year: everyone listed above obvi plus so many more than i could ever list so if i follow you or reblog from you ever...you’re my favorite creator!!! these are just the blogs i could think of as i was sitting here @anakin-skywalker @kyloren @kylos @patel-dev @padawanlost @tennant @winterswake @obi--wans @dreadwolff @samwinchesster @saraheliza @70sgifs @perfectopposite @anya-chalotra @the-maidofmischief @midnightisquiet @michaelguerrin @jackmans @labyrinth @dianaxprince @beltik @lukehan @julie-molinas @rosetico @beaucannon @dindjvrins @montygreen @gracechoi

and for good measure, another a couple more creations of yours that you love: this laura moon one bc i love her sm; this bb luke skywalker set bc he’s adorable; this chewie hugging rose set makes me smile; the spellman cousins i adore sm and i love this tiny moment between them; and we love a new 2020 ship aka daniel sousa and daisy johnson and this knee-melting moment of fake engagement undercover in the 70s

thank you so much for running through these gifsets with me! it’s been fun to see how much i’ve created this year (it was A Lot); i’m tagging anyone mentioned here or anyone who makes creations and wants to take part! share the love and support and be proud of yourselves!

#tagged in #:')#thank you this was so fun

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thebeltanequeen · 3 years

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The (Blurred? Nonexistent? Inconsequential?) Line Between Canon and Fanon: An Impromtu Essay by Me

I’m currently have an existential crisis. An absolute, balls to the walls, pull my hair out, stare at the walls wondering what the meaning of existence is, kind of existential crisis. Why, you may ask? Because the older I have gotten, the more Fanfiction I have read. That’s normal. Millions of other people read fanfic like me. Well, in the past few years, I have also realized that the more fanfiction I have read, the less shits I give about the actual canon of the media I love. I care less and less about what “actually” happened, and delve into fanon instead. It’s as if the two have SWITCHED ROLES in my brain. The canon is the lie, and the fanon is the truth. This used to not be the case though, so how did we get here? And why… why is this realization sending me into an absolute spiral of insanity? Why do I feel like I have been sucker punched in the jaw? Let me explain.

I’ve been reading and dabbling in writing my own fanfiction for over twelve years. It used to be an escape, a way to further delve into my latest obsessions and become consumed by them. I have this annoying habit of also picking ships that do NOT become endgame, so I’ve always sought out fanfiction as a balm for my shipper’s soul as well. I still read fanfiction as if my life depends on it… but now it’s at the expense of reading new books. Watching new media. When I do eventually dip my toes into a new fandom, I either reject it quickly or become consumed again and make a grab for fanfiction… but in the past few years, something in not only me, but in fandoms in general has shifted.

The difference between me now, and me back then is this… I used to uphold the canon as sacred. Untouchable. Set in stone. The only credible source for the media I consume. All of the fanfiction I read was just beautiful window dressing. A lovely past time to further increase my dopamine intake.

This is no longer the case.

Now, when I read and write fanfiction, it’s as if it is an act of protest. I am actively seeking to reform the narrative. It’s to “take back” the story, the characters, EVERYTHING, for myself. To make it anew. To make it perfect. I’m not alone either. I see you. I see all of you. Now more than ever, I see more and more of us doing this exact same thing.

THIS is why I am having an existential crisis. I have just realized that I will no longer be content with the canon. Ever. Even the canon of my favorite media. It’s not enough. It’s no longer enough. It won’t ever be enough again. Why? Because there will always be places where the canon is falliable. The authors of the canon, are falliable. As an author myself, this is at once an alarming yet powerful realization.

I went to college for creative writing. At the beginning of my academic career, I thought of fanfiction as a beautiful fairytale world. It was glorious, but it was other. Separate. Not as credible as canon. Had I read fanfiction better than the media it was based on before I entered college? Absolutely, but in my head it still didn’t matter because the canon was the word. The canon was the law. As a writer, I held the power of the author (and by extension the power of myself) as sacred. By the end of college, that began to change.

The more I was taught about writing, the more I came to realize that sometimes, authors are just straight up WRONG. Sometimes, there’s soooooo much potential… AND THEY JUST FUCK IT UP!!!!!!! The bones are incredible, but the canon is weak, the logic is lacking, the story makes no sense, the characters don’t reach their full potential and you know what? I’m tired. I’m tired of it. This is why fanon is canon’s salvation. Fanon makes canon look pathetic. But… if I accept the fanon as the reality, and make the canon the lie, does that still make it fanon? No. I don’t think it does. I think fanon has become something other. Something greater.

I have become disillusion by “published” or “credible” books. 95% of the novels I actually buy at the store today are garbage. Trash. Half written nonsense that only serves the purpose of paying people. I’m TIRED OF IT. I’ve become disillusioned by the “power” of the author. I have become disillusioned by canon. FUCK canon, quite frankly. Rip it apart. Dissect it. Take out it’s beating heart and transplant it into a new body. Give it the soul that the narrative was begging for. REVIVE IT. LET YOUR OWN IMAGINATION MAKE IT ANEW. Characters mean too much to people. Fiction means too much to people. Stories mean too much to people for anything less. Only then will you or I be satisfied.

Now, even an impromptu, unedited, gibberish essay is not complete without examples. I’ll start with one that you probably thought of while reading this. Game of Thrones. I think that two years ago, the ending of the most influential show of the entire decade, is where my subconscious began to shift in this direction. Now, I doubt my opionions about GoT are the same as yours, but you know what? It DOESN’T MATTER because FANON CAN FIX THE CANON. The stories that meant so much to millions can be fixed by accepting the fact that THE CANON ISN’T THE LAW! IT FUCKED UP!!!! CANON DOESN’T DESERVE TO SPEAK ANYMORE!!!! TAKE BACK THE STORY AND TRANSFORM IT INTO A VERSION TRULY WORTHY OF THE GLORIOUS BONES IT HAS!!!!!

We also can’t ignore the role that monetization plays in the media we consume. Why leave our fiction in the hands of just the big names? Why let money dictate what is real and not real? WHY SETTLE FOR MEDIOCRE STORYTELLING JUST BECAUSE IT WAS SOLD TO YOU AND THEREFORE IT’S “LEGIT CANON”??? FANFICTION IS FREE, AND THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PIECES OF WRITING I’VE EVER READ WERE WRITTEN BY FANFIC AUTHORS WHO DID IT FOR THE STORY. WHO DID IT FOR THE ART. WHO ACTUALLY DID IT JUSTICE. FUCK THE CONCEPT OF FANON AND CANON. THE STORY WE WANT IS ALL THAT MATTERS. GET MONEY OUT OF HERE.

Ahem. To avoid going on even more of a tangent, I’ll move on and give the example that triggered my existential crisis in the first place. Sailor Moon. To give some background, Sailor Moon is it for me. I have grown up with it. I’ve watched it my entire life. As a child, I ran around with my toy moon rod and desperately wanted to be Usagi. Ironically, I grew up to be quite a bit like her (but with Rei’s temper admittedly). It is my comfort show, my happiness. It makes me laugh, it makes me cry. I never tire of it. It makes my heart swell. I have never, nor will I ever, love any piece of media the way I love Sailor Moon. Flash forward to today, I watched Sailor Moon Eternal, the two new movie adaptations of the Dream arc in the manga (stick with me non-manga and anime lovers). I liked the films, but I was left with a deep, disatisfied yearning. I want back the feeling of complete bliss I experienced while watching the 90’s anime as a child. The problem with this? I’ll never get it back. I’ve just realized this. I’ll NEVER get it back. Why? Because it’s no longer the perfect version of Sailor Moon that it was to my young eyes. Crystal, while good, is also not the perfected version I seek in my adulthood, and Eternal has not scratched my insatiable itch. I am heartbroken because I’ve realized that Sailor Moon in its perfect form doesn’t exist anymore. If I held any canon sacred, it was this. But the story is flawed. The manga is flawed. The anime is flawed. It’s not infallible, as much as it truly, deeply hurts me to admit to the world and to myself. The only perfect version of Sailor Moon is the one in my heart. It’s the one I choose to piece together for myself with the building blocks that others who came before me have handed over.

Another, more recent example of falliable canon is The Grisha Verse. More specifically, the Shadow and Bone trilogy. I was brought in to the fandom by Ben Barnes’ depthless eyes and magnificent scruff. And you know what? I liked the story, but I stayed for Ben Barnes. I liked the Darkling so much that I bought the entire grisha verse books. It was a premature decision. I’ve only made it halfway through Storm and Seige, and you know what? I’m tired of the canon already. It’s not that great. The bones are there, but it could be SO. MUCH. MORE. I haven’t read the crow books yet, and by all accounts Leigh Bardugo has improved tremendously as a writer. Which incidentally proves my point. Authors are falliable. Ergo, the canon is falliable. I can’t help but think while I read these books, “Damn. I could write this better.” and you know what? I’ve read fanfics that HAVE written it better.

Am I saying this to trash Bardugo? Or even GRRM? (Yes I admit to trashing D&D but that’s beside the point ahem…). NO. I am NOT trashing the writers. I’M A WRITER. I GET IT. YOUR STORY IS YOUR BABY. I G E T I T . But I’ve realized, and what I think future authors will also have to realize, is that fiction doesn’t belong to anyone. As soon as it’s out the door, the fiction no longer belongs to the author. It belongs to us. The people. That’s what is beautiful about fanfiction. It’s not here for the money. It’s not here for the clout. It’s here for the fiction itself. Plain and simple. It belongs to no one and everyone.

In the past, I would have fought this. I would have wanted my work’s canon to be law. To be the word, the truth, the way etc. Now? I can’t be a hypocrite. I can’t be selfish. It isn’t about the author. It’s about the vision. It’s about the story, the narrative, the characters. It’s about art. And sometimes, the authors give birth to the idea (and they deserve credit for that without a doubt), but it’s also true that sometimes, someone else just writes it better. Someone else quite simply saw the vision, the story, the characters, more clearly than the author did. I make this vow now, as an author, to strive for the vision. If someone takes my vision and does it better than me, that only improves my perspective of my own story. It improves the world of fiction as a whole. It makes me better.

So, canon? Fuck the canon. Take back the story. Take back the characters. Take back the art. Fiction is ours. It belongs to us, and we can do with it what we please. Let’s strive for OUR OWN perfected version of the media we love. Canon doesn’t truly exist. The concept of Fanon doesn’t even exist anymore in the way we used to think of it. The author’s version of events is their own Fanon of the story. Canon is meaningless now. There is only the story that you accept in your own mind. There is only the story that I accept in my own mind, no matter how different it is from yours. There is only the art. There is only the limitless potential of countless people’s imaginations. Let’s continue to collaborate and celebrate beautiful stories together, in any conceivable way, over and over and over again, until the end of time.

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staarshines · 4 years

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What Jogan Fruit Can Tell You || P.D.

Warnings: Language, pov change, (spoiler): pregnancy

Word Count: 1.6k

It’s funny that some Jogan Fruit and a simple supply mission can reveal what will change your and Poe’s lives.

[A/N]: Based off of this post by @propertyofpoeandbucky! Y’all better be ready for the angst I’m going to release after this :)

“Rey!” you call out, seeing her by the gate of the Falcon. She turns around and smiles, meeting you halfway for a hug.

“Ooh, is that Jogan Fruit?” She grabs a piece from the container in your hand, popping it in her mouth.

“I didn’t know you liked Jogan Fruit?”

She nods, chewing. “Been one of my favorites since I was a kid.” You hum and take a bite, bitter flavor catching you by surprise. Quickly chewing and swallowing, you wince at the taste.

“You know what? You can have these.” Her eyes light up with joy and you laugh when she snatches the canister from you, shoveling a couple of pieces into her mouth.

“Good morning, ladies,” Poe’s voice sounds from behind you. He grabs your waist and pulls your back into his chest, peppering your neck with kisses.

“Dameron!” You squeal, knowing he was aware of that fact that you’d been more ticklish than usual lately. He works his way up to your lips, making delight bubble in your chest.

“Get a room,” Rey tells you both, mouth full. Poe’s arms move to your shoulders, hands clasping just in front of your chest as he begins to sway you side to side.

“Someone’s feeling extra romantic than usual, hm?” you ask him, setting your head under his chin.

“Extra? Come on, love. Rey, are those [Y/N]’s Jogan Fruits?” He points to the now nearly empty carton in her hand.

“Were,” you correct him, earning a playful glare from Rey.

“I didn’t have breakfast today, alright? Let me be.” She makes a face at you which you return, giggling.

“Good morning, everyone!” C-3PO announces, making his way up to you three. “Oh my! How did Rey get her hands on [Y/N]’s Jogan Fruit?”

“Are you serious? Why is everyone asking that?”

“You’ve been more… moody lately, especially when it comes to food.” You scoff in disbelief.

“She’s not wr— Ow!” You give the side of Poe’s head a light slap, feeling irritated and playful at the same time.

“That batch was bitter. I don’t know how you managed to eat it,” you direct at Rey, raising an eyebrow when she snaps the lid shut.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Finn’s down with something, so I’m guessing you have it too.”

“Which means I’m also sick,” Poe groans into your hair, making you giggle.

“Flyboy’s gonna be down for a couple of days then.” You ruffle his hair affectionately and break free of his hold, starting towards the gate of the Falcon with the trio. “We’re just picking up supplies, right?” You ask nobody in particular.

“Correct,” C-3PO answers in his mechanical voice.

“Alright. Simple enough.”

“We’re about to drop out of lightspeed,” Rey announces over the intercom, interrupting your game of Sabacc with Poe and C-3PO. You walk over to a control panel, pressing the comm button.

“Copy. We’re coming back up.” Poe groans and gets up, throwing his cards on the table.

“I win again!”

“Shut it, Threepio.” Poe’s tone is enough to make C-3PO recoil in his seat a bit, to which you stifle a laugh.

“How many times have I told you that you can’t win against an astromech?” you chide him, leaning against the wall.

“But Chewy managed to do it!”

“Chewy is a Wookie. You’re not. You’re more of…. a screaming Porg.” You can’t help but grin at your own joke, watching his playfully offended expression.

“A screaming Porg? Come on, [Y/N].” You shrug.

“Just stating the facts.” Out of nowhere, pain shoots up your stomach, making you wince. Damn cramps. Poe approaches you cautiously, face changing from pouty to worried in less than a second.

“I told you to take painkillers for those.” You wave him off, closing your eyes in distress.

“Those only lower your pain tolerance, Dameron. We’ve talked about this. I’m fine.” Your tone comes out harsher than intended, making him sigh in defeat and kiss your forehead before resigning to the cockpit. “Threepio,” you call out right before he turns the corner.

“Yes, Miss [Y/N]?”

“I’ve told you, it’s [Y/N]. And next time, let Poe win, will you?” He just shakes his head.

“Oh, fine. But only because you asked me.” A smile appears on your face at his words, trailing him to the cockpit.

“There’s my co-pilot!” Rey calls out, knowing it would piss Poe off.

“For the record, I can fly this thing better than her,” he pouts as you take your seat.

“Are we ready to drop out of lightspeed?” You ask, checking the panel. Rey hums, pulling the speed lever back. “Three, two… one.” The familiar sight of electric blue and green streaks catch your vision for a second before the planet Taris appears in your sight. A loud droning sound comes from the back of the Falcon, startling all four of you. “What the fuck was that?” You ask, checking all controls. Finding nothing, you become increasingly concerned.

“I have no clue. I’ll check it out with Threepio,” Poe announces, equally confused.

“Okay. Rey and I will go check on the status of the supplies, yeah?”

“Sounds good.”

“Piece of junk,” you hear Rey mutter, flipping a couple of switches before pushing the speed lever forward, advancing towards the planet.

“I can’t believe you let her run off in a condition like that,” Threepio directs at Poe. The latter shields his face from some sparks that fly, looking up at C-3PO. “She shouldn’t be holding heavy things!”

“What exactly are you talking about?” He asks, using the demagnetizer to calm down the overheated engine. “She can handle herself. Both you and I know that.”

“What, you mean you don’t know?” Poe stops what he’s doing, glancing up at the droid from the smuggler’s hold. “Oh. Then I probably shouldn’t tell you—”

“Threepio, what state is she in?” C-3PO moves to say something, but for the first time in his life, he doesn’t know what to say. “Threepio, answer me.”

“I don’t believe I should tell you if you don’t already know—”

“Threepio, that’s an order.” Poe’s voice is hard but underneath, he’s terrified. Was there something you weren’t telling him? What was wrong? Why hadn’t you told him? A couple of moments pass as C-3PO decides that he has to tell him because of his programming.

“Well, I’m not completely sure, but with the symptoms she’s been displaying recently have led me to believe she’s carrying... a child.” The demagnetizer falls out of Poe’s hand and hits the Durasteel with a loud clang as he looks up at Threepio with widened eyes.

“She’s pregnant?”

“I didn’t expect them to be this welcoming,” you chuckle, looking at the boxes of free supplies in your and Rey’s hands.

“Resistance sympathizers are always the best. And we don’t have to load up the cargo,” she winks, making you laugh. Walking up the boarding ramp with her by your side, you’re a bit confused when you hear the next two words that come out of Poe’s mouth.

“She’s pregnant?” Finding him in the smuggling compartment next to what looks like an overheated engine, you cock an eyebrow.

“Who’s pregnant? Also, did you figure out what happened?” you ask in reference to the engines, watching him purse his lips into a tight white line before hopping up from the hold, using his arms to heave himself up onto the ground. You’re speechless when he takes the boxes from you and sets them down on the floor.

“Kriff, these are heavy. Just because I didn’t know doesn’t mean you go around acting like…” Your eyebrows are raised in anticipation, unsure of what he was talking about. “Why didn’t you tell me? Wait, were you going to tell me?”

“Rey, could you go put that stuff in the main hold?” you ask, a masked way of telling her that you and Poe needed some privacy. She nods, heading off to the other side of the ship. “Poe, can you tell me exactly what you’re talking about?”

“When was your last period?” You’re stunned, looking at him with wide eyes.

“What the hell are you—” You stop, realizing what he’s getting at. “Oh. Oh. That could just be because of stress,” you try to rationalize.

“Threepio, tell me what you told her,” Poe groans, rubbing his eyes. You give C-3PO an incredulous look, waiting for him to start talking.

“Well, Miss [Y/N]—”

“[Y/N],” you correct him once more, starting to grow rather annoyed at the fact that he just wouldn’t catch on.

“—you’ve been displaying certain… signs such as food aversions, cramping, and mood swings,” he starts, but you don’t need to hear the rest. The symptoms were too familiar. You start to ask Threepio if he’s kidding and this is all just a joke to make you panic, but the migraines and fatigue you’d been hiding lately only prove his point further.

“What you’re saying is… I’m pregnant?” You swallow thickly, mind racing a hundred miles an hour. At the moment, you’re not concerned about what would happen to you, but Poe’s reaction.

So it’s needless to say you’re more than shocked when he picks you up and spins you around, a big grin on his face.

“We’re having a baby!” he yells, making you shriek in laughter. He puts you down, hands on your waist to keep you steady. “We’re having a baby.”

“Yes we are, flyboy,” you giggle, pressing a long kiss to his lips. Pulling back, you shake your head in confusion. “Wait, you want this? You want us?” He chuckles, pulling you into a hug.

“It’s the only thing I want in the entire galaxy.”

•

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commanderbensolo · 4 years

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I Don’t Want To Lose You

Here is the fic that I posted recently on my ao3. On my ao3 it was split into two parts, but here it is just one whole oneshot. If you guys have any requests please don’t hesitate to ask.

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Warning: Some strong language (and by that I mean a few words), mentions of abuse by very minimal

Y/N stood there in the cockpit, blinking slightly as the harsh blue tones of hyperspace slowed down in front of you until all you could see was the Supremacy in front of you. Turning towards the back of the ship, you walked slowly to where the rooms were situated on board, knowing full well that Kylo had passed out as soon as you entered hyperspace. "Kylo?" You asked softly, knocking on the door so as not to startle him. Not getting a response, you knocked again, a little harder this time, and you heard a groan from within the room. Taking this as a cue to come in, you pressed the button by the side of the door and watched as it slid open with a slight hiss. As you peered inside the room, you noticed that Kylo had discarded his cape, gloves, shirt and boots at the side of the room, and was now lying face down on the bed wearing just trousers. Seeing that he was shirtless, you blushed a little, feeling like you had invaded his private space. I've seen him shirtless before, what's the big deal? You thought to yourself, annoyed that the man in front of you could have such an overwhelming and dizzying effect on you just by taking his shirt off. "Hey, Y/N?" Kylo grunted from being face down into the pillows. You gathered yourself quickly. "Y-yeah?" You said, cursing yourself for stuttering, and hoping he didn't notice. "Your thoughts are terribly loud you know." He looked up at you as he said those words, and you swore you could see a hint of a blush on his cheeks while he smirked at you. You cursed yourself again, this time for letting your mental shields down so he could have a peek inside your mind. You could yourself blushing, and willed yourself to stop, knowing that would give him even more of a reason to look like the cat got the cream. "I actually just came to tell you that we came out of hyperspace like 5 minutes ago, so get prepared for an ass-whipping from Snoke." You said with a smirk, and he rolled his eyes and groaned as he face-planted the bed once more. You heard him say something, but since his face (read here: handsome as hell face) was buried in layers and layers of quilts, you couldn't hear what he said for the life of you. "I'm sorry, what was that?" You say with a smirk, a teasing lilt to your voice knowing full well that it was a complaint of some sort about what Snoke was going to say. " I said..." He replied as he pulled himself upwards with a grunt into a sitting position, "that this is kriff. We succeeded this time, so he literally has nothing to complain about."

"Well, you know Snoke. Apparently something could always be done better. I don't see how Hux can get away with being such an ass with him, to be honest." You hear a chuckle escape his lips, and look at him, raising an eyebrow. "What?" You question, as he stands up and begins to redress. "I think Snoke probably keeps him around and in one piece for entertainment purposes, you know. I mean, the arguments between you two are honestly hilarious." You gasp at him in mock offence and reach up to flick his forehead. "I take offence to that Kylo Ren! You know full well that the arguments are not meant to be funny."

"But they kinda are." You laugh at his words, replaying the many, many spats you've had with Hux in the past and instantly forcing yourself not to escape into peals of laughter. You didn't think either Snoke or Hux would like it if you landed in the hangar bay of the Supremacy and emerged from the Command Shuttle splitting your sides. A series of beeps come through your earpiece that's connecting to the ship's circuits and you turn towards the front of the ship, where the cockpit controls are alerting you that you've reached the Supremacy and that you've landed in the hangar bay. Turning back to see Kylo fully dressed and with his helmet on (possibly just so he could his bed head), you walked towards the side of the ship, where the loading ramp was, Kylo close behind you. Turning to him before the doors open as you land with a slight bump, you grasp his hand in a friendly way, your other hand on your saber at your side. "Ready?" You send through the Force Bond towards him, and you see him nod his head in response. Pressing the button near the ramp, it opened to reveal the usual chaos and turmoil of the hangar bay, a sight which comforted you due to being around it for so long. You both walked down the ramp with long and confident strides, meeting General Hux at the bottom, which was a common occurrence after a mission. Pulling down your hood, you looked at Hux as he disregarded Ren with the usual distaste that he always seemed to carry in his expression. "General Hux, a pleasure to see you." You say with a hint of sarcasm in your voice. Truth to be told, you didn't like this man at all. He was arrogant, aggravating, and always seemed to act like he knew best for everyone in the First Order when you knew for a fact that wasn't true. "Y/N, lovely to see you too. Supreme Leader Snoke requires your presence at 2000 hours, so don't be late." He says with a sneer, and you fight the urge to punch the infuriating man in the face. Sensing your anger, Kylo sent a wave of calming emotions through the Force to you, and as you felt them pass through your body you relaxed, grateful that Kylo was able to restrain you even though he shared the same opinions about Hux. "We won't be late Hux, now go about your day." You hear Kylo say through his modulator, and Hux just turns away and walks through the hangar entry doors, leaving you and Kylo at the bottom of the ramp. "Well, I'm gonna go shower and take a nap, meet you at 2000?" You say through the bond as you two begin walking. "Yes, I'll see you then. Are you going to have dinner beforehand or after?"

"I think I'll have it after, we don't know what Snoke has in store yet. I'd rather not end the night puking my guts up over my quarters because he decided that we weren't good enough, you know?" You feel a shudder of sorts through the bond, and you know that you're both reliving memories of seeing what Snoke put you both through over the years, especially when he had decided in his own warped view that you both had 'failed'. In the last couple of years, you had begun to doubt that he even knew what the word meant and whether he just used the term as an excuse to inflict punishment on you and Kylo instead. "Kylo, I won't let him hurt you, not again. I'm sorry I wasn't there last time."

"It's fine, it wasn't your fault. I was the one who let the scavenger get away." By the time, you've arrived at your quarters, which are just over the hall from Kylo's, and he finally takes his helmet off. "God I hate wearing that thing sometimes, it just gets so stuffy in there." You laugh lightly at his words, inputting your door code into the panel beside it, and turn around to see him doing the same. "Anyway, I'll see you in a bit, I suggest getting some more sleep because we're going to be shattered as kriff after the meeting. You know what he's like." You say with a roll of your eyes at the last part. He rolled his eyes in response with a smirk, mumbling a 'see you in a bit' as he stepped into his quarters. Doing the same, you put your lightsaber down on the coffee table in the middle of the lounge area, hanging up your cloak on your way to the bathroom. Taking your Y/C hair out its braid and shaking your hair loose, you pick out some more comfortable (but still appropriate) clothing and lay it on the bathroom counter before stripping out of your grimy combat clothes and boots and stepping into the hot shower. Turning around to grab your shampoo, you started wondering about what would happen at the meeting. Would Snoke be okay this time? Would he hurt Kylo again? Would he hurt both you and Kylo this time? The thought of Kylo being hurt in front of you made your stomach twist into apprehensive, worrying knots, knowing for a fact that even though Snoke demanded obedience, you wouldn't be able to just kneel there and see Kylo being tortured. Not Kylo, not the man you loved. You caught yourself on that last word, gasping to yourself sharply and muttering a 'fuck' as you knocked your head against the tiled wall. Love? Is it love, or just infatuation? Or am I just attracted to him physically? You cut yourself off during your ramble by scrubbing down your body and turning the shower off quickly, stepping out and drying yourself off with a towel and dressing in the clothes you had laying on the counter. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you quickly threw your wet hair up in a bun, deciding to let it air dry so you could have more time for sleep as you dragged your fatigued body to your bedroom, quickly setting an alarm on your datapad for 7:30 before deciding to face-plant the bed and falling asleep in a matter of seconds, knowing full well that you would be dragged from the sweet world of dreams far too soon.

"Y/N, I'm asking you once, and once only," Kylo said to you as you stood in Snoke's throneroom, the room flickering with fire and sparks every few minutes. His hand was outstretched, and you could see the scavenger girl (Rey, you think her name was, though you had no idea how you knew that) standing to the side, looking at Kylo as though trying to plead with him. "Kylo, what do you want to ask me?" His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths as his panted, and you assumed (though you had no recollection) that a fight had just taken place. Looking around, you saw no sign of Snoke's Praetorian Guards clad in their scarlet armour, and when you looked over at the throne, you saw that Snoke's body had been cleaved in two, and was now no longer upon the throne. Instead of feeling horror at such a sight, you felt relief. The days of Snoke torturing and punishing you and Kylo were finally over, and you were finally free to do as you wanted. "Y/N... I want you to join me. We can rule together and bring order to the galaxy!" You looked at the tall, dark man in front of you, and instead of feeling apprehension and fear at his request, you felt joy and excitement. Rule together? Was this his version of admitting you were more than a friend to him? Was this his way of finally, finally, admitting he had feelings for you too? "Please don't do this Ben, please don't go this way." You heard Rey's voice cut through your train of thought, and with the mention of his old name, you made up at your mind. You stepped forward, and place your hand in his outstretched one, whilst your other hand came up to cup his face. "Yes, Kylo Ren, I will join you." With this, it was a split-second before his lips were crashing into yours, and suddenly you two were engaged into a heated, passionate kiss, bringing your arms up around his neck to grip at his hair whilst his arms found their way around your waist, holding you close to his body as he continued to kiss you. As you broke apart to breathe, you put your foreheads together and looked into his hazel eyes, and finally turning to face Rey, who was looking at you both partially scared and broken. She had been counted upon to bring Kylo back from the Dark side and to return as Ben Solo, and she had failed. "I suggest you start running scavenger if you want a chance of living at all." You say to her and you move into a fighting stance, your hand coming to rest on the saber at your belt. Suddenly, she thrust her hand out, Force-pulling the lightsaber that was in Kylo's hand towards her. Kylo, his reflexes being quicker than his senses, instantly raised his hand as well to bring it back, until the lightsaber stopped in mid-air between them and started to vibrate from the Force that was being exerted on it. Reaching your hand out also, you tried to use the Force to bring it towards you and Kylo, but Rey put in more effort. You sensed that she was untrained fully, having only spent a small amount of time with Luke Skywalker before returning to try and turn Kylo back towards the Light, but despite being untrained, she was undoubtedly strong, and she was being guided by her natural instincts within the Force. You let out a yell with the amount of energy you're exerting, and distantly you hear both Kylo and Rey utter sounds of the same kind until the lightsaber snaps in two and creates an explosion of energy so powerful it knocks you, Kylo and Rey backwards, where you pass out.

Bolting upright from your bed, you realise you're gasping for air and breathing heavily, you're skin covered in a thin sheen of cold sweat. You look at the clock on the far wall and realise it's 1900, an hour from when you have to meet with Snoke. You fall back down on your bed, feeling like you've just fought a battle and breathing heavily. You think back to the dream, and your eyes widen. As you continue to stare at the ceiling, you continue to think only one thought. What the actual fuck was that?

Throwing on her standard cape as well as ankle-high black boots, Y/N pressed a combination onto the control panel of her door to allow her to be let out and across the hall to Kylo's room. Before knocking, she sent a quick "I'm outside, you ready?" to Kylo, and when the grunt of a "Yes" was heard, you took that as an indication to input his code and let yourself in. Since you two were extremely close, you had decided years ago to give each other your room codes, as it was just easier for the both of you to let yourselves in than to wait for the other person to finish what they were doing. Basically, another explanation is that you two were extremely impatient.

Stepping into Kylo's quarters, your eyes are suddenly met with the sight of (yet again) shirtless Kylo. Your eyes grow as wide as dinner plates as you realise that you're also blushing, an act which has become much too common around Kylo in the past year. "Kylo, I swear you're doing this on purpose." You say in a scathing tone as you sit down on the plush leather black couch in the middle of his lounging quarters. Tugging on an undershirt (much to your dismay) as well as his normal padded tunic, you hear him chuckle as you close your eyes. "Doing what, Y/N?" You hear him say with a teasing lilt in his voice. You crack one eye open to shoot him a withering look, but the effect was not the same when you couldn't stop a smirk from creeping its way onto your face. "Never mind, let's just go. It'll be worse if we're late."

You stand up and Force-pull his lightsaber from the counter, throwing it to him before making your way over to where he was standing. "Hello." He says with a smile as he looks down at you. You feel your heart flutter with emotions you can't explain, and on sheer impulse, you wrap your arms around his neck as you stretch to give him a hug. He's surprised for a second, not expecting such an intimate action, but he soon reciprocates it, holding you tightly in his arms, almost as if he's afraid to let you go. "I'm really sorry Kylo." You mumble into his shirt, not minding that his lightsaber is sticking into your stomach harshly or that your toes hurt from standing upon them. "For what, Y/N?" He murmurs softly in your ear, and you can't help the shivers that run down your spine at the sound of his deep voice. "Just... everything. Every time I wasn't there for you. Every time I wasn't there to help you after you were hurt, either on the battlefield or by Snoke. I don't want to have to worry about the fact that I could end up coming back from an assignment and face never being able to see you again." All your words came out in a single breath, a little rushed and hasty, and a deep red glow made its way onto your cheeks. You could feel a soft chuckle vibrate through his chest, and you smiled into his tunic. "Y/N, you're not going to lose me, I promise." You look up into his hazel eyes and find yourself falling even deeper into the hole that you had made for yourself. Retracting your arms from around his neck, you lower yourself down, trying to control the rapid beating of your heart. Walking towards his door, you both enter into the corridor, making your way towards the elevator that would take you to Snoke.

Upon arriving, you put the elevator into emergency stop mode, and feel Kylo grasp your hand tightly. His helmet is currently in his arms, and his eyes were dilated. You could sense that he was nervous, you didn't need a Force connection with him to feel that, it was coming off him in thick waves, and you could tell he was desperately trying to calm down. "Kylo..." you whispered to him as he gripped your hand even tighter. "Kylo, it's going to be fine. I'm here now. I won't let him do anything to you. I promise." He looks at you with dilated pupils and quivering lips, and you grasp his hand firmly in order to calm his nerves, to show him that someone was there for him when he needed it most. And Force, you would always be there for him. "Now, we've gotta see him, unfortunately, so let's just get this meeting over with, and then we can go and crash in my quarters and watch one of those really old holonet cheesy series that you pretend not to love." He laughs at this, a clear sound despite what he was feeling, and you felt his emotions become more balanced and levelled. He squeezed your hand again, but this time it had a meaning behind it as you made the elevator come out of emergency stop mode. This time, it meant 'thank you'.

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Coming to kneel before the throne in the dark red room, you could see why Kylo was scared. Although you had met Snoke many times, he took special attentiveness and observation over Kylo, possibly because he was proven to be stronger with the Force due to his legacy. You could admit honestly that you were thankful for the reduced attention, but it pained you to think that Kylo was subjected to his disapproval and anger more often. That wasn't fair. "My apprentices, you have returned." He says in a slow and meaningful manner, something which was not common for Snoke and made your stomach flip. Something wasn't right here. "Yes, Supreme Leader, we have returned." You say calmly and clearly, lifting your head to look directly at him. "How was the mission?" He asked, yet another question that made you confused. Usually, he would just question whether you succeeded or not, not how it was or what happened. "Very good, Supreme Leader. No complications were met, traitors and other people of the same regard were taken care of, and we succeeded."

"Good, good. This is wonderful news, my apprentices. You have done well." You look up at him again from your kneeling position and murmur a 'thank you' before bowing your head again. "Before I dismiss you, my young apprentices, I have something I must ask of you both." You could feel Kylo let out a ripple of fear through your Force bond, careful to not let Snoke know, and in return, you sent a wave of calming memories towards him. The time you both decided to pilot a TIE Silencer, and you had decided to sit on Kylo's lap so that you could be in the same one. The time where you both were sent on your first mission together after becoming Knights Of Ren and getting drunk and just spending the night on the ship laughing and talking, learning more about each other before finally drifting off to sleep next to each other, firmly becoming best friends, not that you weren't already. You felt him smile, and send another 'thank you' through the Force, to which you responded with just a sense of serenity and peace, something that he needed when in times of turmoil and overwhelming emotions. "Yes, Supreme Leader, what is it?" You hear Kylo's modulated voice speak beside you, confident and clear. "I need you to find the scavenger girl and bring her to me, alive. She could be of great use to us in the future." You stiffen at the mention of her, thinking back to the dream you had experienced a little while ago. Determined not to let Snoke see what you had dreamt about, you put up your mental walls, blocking anyone (apart from Kylo) from seeing anything inside your mind. "Yes, Supreme Leader, we will see to it straight away." You hear Kylo say from beside you, and you're praying to the Maker and the Force that this is nearly over. Because something feels wrong. Something feels tense, and you were not keen to find out. "Very well, my apprentices. You are dismissed. If I gather any more information on this... girl, then I will send for you both at once." You both stand up hastily and walk towards the elevator so quickly you're surprised that Snoke doesn't call you back under suspicion.

Once inside the elevator, with the doors shut, you both breathe a heavy sigh of relief. "Well, that was oddly uneventful. Not that I'm complaining." You say to him, but then you notice something. He's trembling. "Kylo, what's wrong?" He breathes a heavy sigh before tears begin to well up in his eyes, making them sparkle and shine in the elevators harsh white light surrounding you both. "I'm just- FORCE!" He shouts as tears begin to make their way down his face, creating patterns on his pale skin that were both beautiful and heart-breaking. "Kylo, calm down. It's okay. You're okay." You say to him softly, holding him as he begins to sob silently, his head becoming buried in your shoulder. Out of instinct, your hand comes up to stroke the hair at the nape of his neck, and you hear him breathe a sigh and shudder of relief, in knowing that someone was there for him. That he wasn't alone.

"I'm just... I'm terrified." He admitted into your neck, and you become confused. You knew that he had a hard time processing emotions, unfortunately, that's kind of what happened when you had a mother who was more concerned with her job than her son and a father who wasn't able to stay in one place for a long time. But you had never felt this before. This was his emotions being sent into overdrive. "About what? Talk to me, Kylo. Please." You feel him take in a deep breath, and let it out slowly, hot air fanning your skin as he tried to calm down. He brings his head up to look at you directly, and you see something you've never seen before in his eyes, and it scares you because you don't know what it is. "I'm terrified of losing you." He says in a small voice, as though afraid to admit something like this, as though admitting his feelings were going to make a monster or something else that you couldn't bear to be around. "I'm terrified of losing you too. I told you that earlier." You say with a confused frown, knowing for a fact that there was something more beneath that simple phrase. "There's something else isn't there?" You ask him quietly, and you hear his breath hitch. "Don't make me say it, Y/N. Please don't make me say it. I don't want you to think any worse of me." He whispers to you. By this time, you've reached your quarter's floor, and you both step out.

"Right. Let's go to my quarters okay?" Seeing him nod in response, you grasp his arm with your hand and pull him over to your door, where you input the code and allow the door to slide open with a slight hiss. You pull him inside, instructing him to go and sit on the couch while you go freshen up. After locking yourself inside the bathroom, you take a couple of deep breaths before pulling out sleeping shorts and an old black t-shirt, whilst wearing knee-high socks. Pulling your hair of its bun, you brush it out quickly before returning to the lounging area, where Kylo was sat, cape and boots discarded and lay down on the couch with his eyes closed, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. You sit down next to him on the couch and take his hand in yours, his eyes fluttering open suddenly as he looks down at your entwined hands. "You wanna tell me what's going on inside that head of yours Ren?" You say to him softly. You feel his hands move to your waist and suddenly lift you up until you're straddling his hips. Blushing at the position, you realize it's so he can sit up and hold you while he talks, something he does when he's in need of comfort. It happens a lot on missions when he's not conked out from pure exhaustion. He closes his eyes, and takes a deep breath, as though steeling his nerves for something that he doesn't want to. "I need to tell you something, Y/N. But I need you to promise me something before I do so." You cock your head to the side, confused at to what he's asking, but nod your head in response. "I need you to promise that after I tell you this, you won't think any worse of me, nor will you leave."

Now, you know that to a lot of other people, saying that kind of thing would make them want to immediately do the opposite, but you know Kylo, and that he's only saying these things as a precaution, because on the inside, behind that terrifying Commander and Master of the Knight of Ren exterior, is a scared man who has seen way too many people abandon him because of who he is and what he's done. You know Kylo, and you would never leave him. No matter what happened. After repeating this sentiment to him, you see his shoulders visibly relax a fraction, though still tense. "I've been... feeling something unusual to me for quite some time, Y/N. It's scary, and I don't know what to do. But I don't want to keep you in the dark about it. You're my best friend, and I don't want to lose you because you felt I was keeping something from you, which I never would unless it was for your own safety. Hence, why I've kept this from you for so long." Taking another deep breath, he continues. "I'm just going to admit it outright because there's no other way I can do it really. Y/N, I think I'm falling in love with you, and I can't stop it. It's scaring me so much because I'm absolutely terrified that you won't feel the same towards me." His words are flooding out now, as though he's afraid that he's going to be stopped from saying them. "I really, really like you, Y/N. Even if you don't feel the same, I just wanted you to know how I feel. I can't keep it a secret anymore, and I refuse to." You realize that you've been holding in a breath since he started his expression of feelings, and you slowly let it out. You feel him tense beneath you, and you know he's thinking that you're going to bolt after what he just said. Grabbing his hands, you pull them around your waist and clasp them together at the small of your back, and your hands make your way around his neck as you bury your face in his neck. You feel him breathe a sigh of relief, and you reciprocate the action.

Lifting to look at him again, you bring your head down until your lips collide in a soft and sensual kiss. There's no effort or intention of deepening the kiss, it's just something that allows you two to feel closer than you ever have before. Pulling away, you say "Was that enough of an answer for you?" He chuckles at that and plants a small peck on your lips again. Bringing your head down to rest in the crook of his neck again, you both manoeuvre yourselves so you're laying down on the couch. You both lay there silently, just holding each other. Because even though there will be a war to fight tomorrow, and enemies to hunt down, and a million other things that could go wrong, you'll have each other. And that's something that you'll forever be grateful for.

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