#And also Flyboy and Gearhead

[loftec]

Oh! Oh! Oh! I must also know: 🥤

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

I mean I have to go with my og fave @the-rat-wins I can't believe there are new fics of yours I haven't even read yet. What a time to be alive!

My top rat recs are Make the Change, Flyboy and the Gearhead, and Grow for Me, but really just all of it.

And now I will list, in no particular order, some old faves I still think about often: The New Year, Familiar, I'd follow your love down a dead end street, Pleasantly Caving, eighty-four, Twelve Months, Mickey Mantle vs. the T-Rex, Special Delivery, Just Saying, the other side of here

[tsuga-of-mars]

GALLACRAFTS || THEME 18 || SHORT KING 

This month was a @gallacrafts based on a one-shot. No surprise, I picked a space themed fic.

I give you a Flirty Pilot Ian and Mechanic Mickey from @the-rat-wins / the_rat_wins space AU Flyboy and the Gearhead! I had read this for the first time in Dec and loved it so much. I had saved its as Gallavich meets Battlestar Galactica, which also inspired me to include my BSG model as Ian's ship.

[eddiemoonson]

I usually don't read Major Character Death fics, but Fade This One to Black is worth the angst. Specially because it's a temporary character death and the imagery, even dark as it is, is amazing. The_Rat_Wins is a great author.

[sluttymickey]

*holy fuck, it’s GALLAVICH time* 💖🧑🏻‍🦰🧑🏻💖- share one (or more) Gallavich fic or art or post that you’ve enjoyed recently, or share something you’ve created recently, or just feel free to say how much you love them! & pass this on to your fellow Gallavich fans!

Hi I'm gonna use this to list (some of) my favourite fics this year thank you 😌

I love all of these so fucking much, they made me smile, laugh, cry (in the best way), get me talking to so many new people on here and basically made my 2021 so much brighter and happier 🥺❤️

I don't know some of the authors' tumblr, lmk if any of you do <3

Completed:

another taste of divine rush

Bad Date

Bad for Business, Mutually Beneficial, and weaver of fate (to your will I won't fold) @sunoficarus

Belladonna

Blow My Speaker's Up @jenatte

Cooperative Gameplay @gallavichy

Dude, Where's My Kid?

Flyboy and the Gearhead

hornygaythug.tumblr.com @papayawitch

How I'm Imaginin' You @beebabycastiel

I Put A Spell On You

Mickey Milkovich's Guide to Flirting @whatwouldmickeydo

Night Life

Old Rules For New Side Pieces @goodkwuestion

Paranormal Problems

run your fingers across my mouth @udontfuckangie

Teenage Dirtbag @thisaintmacys-bitch

There Goes The Neighborhood

Two of Your Earth Minutes

Under Lock And Key @suzy-queued

Warmness On The Soul @mickeysfreckles

where i end & you begin @gallawitchxx

With a Woof and a Purr

you'll never see us again @spoonfulstar

WIP:

A Little Bit of Tender Mercy @beebabycastiel

Dancing After Death @squidyyy23

Hold Me Now @smokey-mickey

Ian Gallagher and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Senior Prom @mishervellous

Last Night's Clothes and Tomorrow's Dreams

let the bodies do the talkin' @captainjowl

Love is a Ballfield

Miles Between Us @xgoldendays

Ristretto @howlinchickhowl

Shame & Significance @unbridgeabledistances

since we're alone @buffymilkovich @lethargicmick

That 'Redhead Babyface/FUCK U-UP' Duality

The Ghosts of You and Me

These Undomesticated Wilds and Tooth and Claw @arrowflier

When I'm Lying Next to My Fellow

You Can Bite Me @goodkwuestion

Also also, I'm absolutely obsessed with these tumblr fics ❤️❤️❤️ (some of them will be fic update posts tho lol)

[gallavichfanficlibrary]

Hi I was wondering if you knew any fics that focus on Mickey being rlly good at things? Like anything, math, cooking or whatever. And also maybe him being like the best Ian’s had for sex or bj’s

People like writing Mickey being good at stuff and give him different proffessions. Cause he’s the best 😍 We mixed some closer to canon fics and AUs here :)

We’ve answered asks about Mickey being good at drawing and about Mickey being good at math.

 - Mickey being good at cooking:

The Way To A Man's Heart Is Through His Stomach series.

Bon Appétit - Mickey is an insufferable new chef at the restaurant Ian works at.

 - AUs with Mickey being good at magic:

another taste of divine rush - Gallaghers have white magic and Milkoviches have black magic coven. Ian didn’t know what was wrong with his magic, but it liked to create random hexes out of anything. One day he accidentally curses Mickey Milkovich’s sister.

Bad for Business - Mickey works at the magical shop and Ian happens to be a frequent customer. It’s only a coincidence that their magic is compatible.

 - Mickey being good at random stuff:

Muse - AU where Mickey is a succesful interior designer.

While We're Making Other (People's) Plans - Post S10. Mickey is being so good at wedding organization he gets hired as a wedding planner.

Flyboy and the Gearhead - Space AU where Mickey is being a good mechanic for spaceships. 

What Became of the Likely Lads? - 11x06 fill-in. Mickey being good at robberies and not getting caught.

The Artist & the Muse - Mickey being a good tattoo artist.

Restoration - Mickey being a good construction worker.

 - The best Ian’s had in terms of sex:

Slept With Someone - 1x07 first time fill-in.

Ten Minutes - Ian and Mickey have to leave in ten minutes. Mickey bets he can get Ian off in five.

Heartbeat - Journalist Ian gets to write an article about Mickey Milkovich, the rags to riches medical engineer. Mickey’s very good at both his profession and sex.

Love is a Ballfield - Mickey’s basically the best at everything he does there, including sex :D

There’s probably so much more we could include, but it’s already a long list... I hope you find something fun! If anyone can suggest something in the notes, that’d be cool, cause I also love reading about Mickey being competent.

[leiakenobi]

Title: Graceless Fandom: Star Wars Pairing: Poe Dameron/Reader/Spice runner!Din Djarin Rating: Mature Word Count: 3.4k Summary: “Two bad men, just nice enough to treat you right. Is that what you want?” (A young spice runner named Poe picks you up at a bar and takes you back to his ship. When an older member of his crew walks in on you, your one-night stand goes in a very different direction than you’d anticipated. Takes place in 20 ABY.) A/N: Someone in my discord server mentioned spice runner Din and before I knew it, this happened. (Also, shout-out to that same person for talking me into actually cross-posting this one to tumblr instead of just sharing a link like I normally do.)

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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He tells your friends his name doesn’t matter when he sets a vial of spice on the table that you’re all sitting around, but an hour later, his mouth is on your neck and he whispers, “I’m Poe.”

There’s something about the truth of it—his peculiar desire for you to know him. While you grind in his lap and his hands cup your ass, he wants you to know his name. It’s something in there that makes you soften, a little bit. When, a few minutes later, he breathes, “Can we get out of here?” you agree.

And instead of taking him to a nearby hotel – a rundown place where you’ve taken more than a few untrustworthy one-night stands – you falter when he asks, “What if I showed you my ship?”

Kriff, a punk flyboy spice runner who’s hoping that maybe you’re something of a gearhead.

You’re not, but there it is again: that peculiar desire for you to know him, lurking somewhere in his spiced-up gaze.

“Okay,” you blurt. There is no decision to it; you don’t even take the time to run back inside to tell your friends that he’s taking you to the shipyard. Maybe you’re about to be stolen away. Maybe in a few days’ time, your face and name will be broadcast across Kijimi – across the galaxy – as a missing person. All because right now, in this moment, you think Poe has an honest face.

Honest for a spice runner, at least.

But then, almost as soon as the door is shut, he’s kissing you again. He presses you up against a wall in the main hold, his knee settling between your legs, and you are so kriffing close to feeling trapped; his body almost oppressively close, holding your hips so tight you can barely budge.

The feeling sends a thrill through you that makes your heart pound when Poe begins to suck and nibble on your neck. You curl your fingers into his unruly hair, where it would be so easy to just pull. You do, a little bit—he groans and rushes to kiss your mouth again, chasing your tongue desperately with his own for some time before returning to your neck.

You feel him smiling against your skin, and you realize why a moment before he says anything: “D’you wanna ride my thigh, baby?”

And maybe, yes, you’ve been grinding against him slightly. Not least of which because Poe’s legs were one of the first things you noticed about him—firm and muscled (probably from lots of running from danger and bad deals). You wouldn’t mind getting off against him just like this.

Really, though… “I want you to fuck me.”

He pulls back to look at you, and his eyes darken. Those warm eyes – that honest face – telegraphing his desire for you and igniting your own arousal.

It’s a matter of fumbling with your bottoms, after that. You, grasping his cock in his pants and making him inhale sharply. Just barely stripping enough so that you feel the cool, filtered air of the ship on your cunt. Not that you feel it for long before Poe has you hiked up against the wall, lining his cock up against you and pressing into your core.

You whimper. His body is shielding you from the cold, from everything; so hot and close and gentle against you. It’s strangely tender.

You lean your head back against the wall and the sound turns into a moan as he whispers in your ear. “Maker, you’re so tight, baby. So warm and good.”

Poe kisses you again at the same time his hips snap forward with an eager thrust, and you gasp into his mouth. He reacts with a giddy laugh, clearly pleased with himself. The sound courses through you, saturating your limbs and your lungs with desire.

“Just like that,” you breathe. Just like that. The metal grating on the wall digging into your back where your shirt’s ridden up, his grip on your hips sturdy as he keeps you at just the right height to fuck you. One of your hands has settled over his shoulder, clutching his back tight, while you use your other hand to keep his face close. Not that he seems to need much encouragement to kiss and suck anywhere his mouth can reach.

You hear a rattling from deeper within the ship, just moments before a door hisses open and: “Haar’chak osi’kovid.”

Poe is buried inside of you when he stills with a groan, his forehead settling on your shoulder. “I thought you were doing inventory tonight.”

Although Poe’s reaction suggests that the stranger poses no immediate threat, you can’t help feeling self-conscious, and not only because you can feel his dick twitch inside you when you tighten your legs around his waist. Not that asking him to put you down seems like it’d be any better; as it is, Poe’s holding you close, leaving you feeling remarkably safe and unexposed.

But you are almost certain that the stranger just spoke Mando’a, and though it’s difficult to tell in the dim light of the ship when you risk a glance at him on the other end of the hold, he doesn’t seem to be wearing Mandalorian armor.

Which tells you that you’ve stumbled into something very, very strange.

“Finished early.”

The voice is soft, a little gruff. As he draws a little closer, you can start to make out his features. He’s older—probably old enough to be Poe’s father, although something about the tone they’re taking with each other makes you think that’s not the case. He’s also handsome, in a very different way than the youthful and eager Poe; given his wrinkles and his graying hair, he looks remarkably world-weary, but like Poe, there’s a peculiar softness to him.

Another honest face.

He’s still going: “Least you could’ve done was check the ‘fresher first.”

“Next time, I will.” Poe practically growls the words. It’s a clear attempt to dismiss the other man, and you saw the ship from the outside—it’s big enough that there must be somewhere else for him to go. When the man doesn’t immediately turn to leave you alone, Poe asks, “Is there something else I’m forgetting, Din?”

Din. The stranger’s name is Din. And at Poe’s question, he lets out a low laugh. “Funny you should put it that way.” He’s nearly right beside you, now, leaning against the wall about a yard away and looking at you – not Poe, but you – with a thoughtful, penetrating gaze. Subconsciously, you shift your hips, making Poe exhale abruptly as you take his cock even deeper.

“Sorry about the kid,” Din says, with the nonchalance of someone who’s not talking to a stranger who’s in the middle of being fucked against a wall by his friend. “He thinks his handsome face and big cock are enough to make someone happy.”

You swallow, breathless over the attentiveness with which he is staring. His words – seemingly so innocent – are going straight to your pussy anyway; you clench around Poe’s cock, longing for him to move. To give you anything. But he seems speechless, immobile, his face still buried in your neck.

“I like him,” you say softly. Poe clutches you a little bit tighter.

“Sure, but I could hear everything that was happening out here. You can’t tell me he was going to get you off, not like that.”

“Hey!” Poe exclaims, finally looking up at him.

But Din doesn’t answer, doesn’t say anything at all. Just looks at you with those warm, tired eyes. And you’re at a bit of a loss, because the thing is… you don’t know.

Maybe. He was starting to get a good rhythm going before Din showed up, and he fills you nicely and kisses you so fucking well. But you’d be lying if you tried to claim that you’re convinced. Which isn’t to say that it’d be a bad fuck, if he left you wanting. You’d been having a damn good time.

You’ve taken long enough to answer, though, that Din knows the truth. Poe, too, if the flash of hurt in his eyes is any indication.

“I could fix both of those problems, if you like.” Maker. You have no kriffing idea who this man is, not really, but oh, is he making you wet, making you ache. There’s a slight quirk to his lips as he reaches out and claps Poe’s shoulder—the impact makes him thrust into you again, and you gasp, digging your nails into Poe’s back so firmly that you wouldn’t be surprised if it smarts even through his shirt. “I promised Poe I’d take him under my wing.”

Poe’s Adam’s apple shifts in his throat as he swallows. “We both know that’s not what you meant.”

Din hums softly. “I told you I know what addicts like. I know what women like, too, Dameron. Let me show you.” He tilts his head to look at you. “If this pretty girl wouldn’t mind.”

You manage to completely tear your attention from Din for the first time since he came out of the ‘fresher, and when you meet Poe’s eye, you’re nearly overwhelmed by the combination of curiosity and reluctance you see there. Gently, you smooth a hand over his neck, his cheek, his jaw—that honest face. Your heart stutters at the way he leans into your touch.

This might be a one-night stand, but from the way he’s been reaching out to you, you don’t want to see him hurting over the fact that he picked you up but his friend got all the fun with you, instead.

“Only if you fuck me after,” you whisper.

He licks his lips, staring at you for what feels like an eternity.

The absence of him between your legs is the first indication of any true reaction. You’re aching for him at once as you settle back onto the floor on shaky legs, and you’re half-convinced he’s going to tell you to get your clothes fixed so you can leave.

“Say something if you want to stop,” he says instead.

You nod, speechless, as Din reaches for your hand. “Come here, sweet girl. Do you want to sit? Lie down?”

“I’ll lie down,” you offer softly. You don’t even know what you’re lying down for, with no real clue of what he’s going to do to you. All you know is that he could offer to do anything, and you think you might say yes.

Din has you on the floor, legs bare and spread before him, in what feels like an instant. He remains fully clothed as he leans over you—leans in close. “Can I kiss you?”

Glancing up at Poe again – kneeling beside you and looking more than a little tentative, still – you hesitate. “No,” you say at last, softly. Not when you have the exquisite feel and taste of Poe’s lips still lingering on yours. Certainly not when the tension leaves Poe’s shoulders as soon as you refuse.

He could offer to do anything, you suppose, but kiss you.

To his credit, when you meet Din’s eye again, he seems completely unfazed. “Alright, sweetheart. I’m going to touch you, then, okay? With my fingers first, and then my mouth.”

Your hips shift on the floor with even this description of his plan for you, and you see the way his mouth curls into a smirk.

One of Din’s hands settles at your hip at the same moment the other dips between your legs. You respond at once to his fingers tracing over your folds—you’ve been aching to be touched again from the moment you lost the feeling of Poe inside you, but now you’re newly aware of how wet you are. How slick Din’s fingers must be with your arousal. The richness of the sensation makes you arch toward him, and Din laughs from low within his throat again. “Look at this beautiful girl, Poe. Isn’t she pretty, chasing my fingers like this?”

“Yes.” Poe’s voice is quiet, and his breath catches when Din curls two fingers inside of you, making you gasp and buck up again. “So pretty.”

Din hums, his fingers fucking you almost lazily. Tracing over just the right spot in your cunt as though it’s nothing and making you moan. “Don’t you think it’d be a crime to come before her? When she’s so hungry for a good mouth or a good cock to push her over the edge.”

Poe seems barely able to speak. “Yes.”

Even before his mouth is on you, you see Din bend his neck and you begin to whimper.

Because you’ve asked a few men to do this for you, and frankly, they’ve all proved a disappointment. So you’ve stopped asking. But from every sense that you’re getting from Din—

Maker.

You’d buck up again if it weren’t for his hand, tighter on your hip. His mouth is warm, his tongue eager to taste your pussy, and you grab for his hair, holding him tight and guiding his mouth to take a slightly different, better angle at your clit.

The strands don’t tangle in your fingers – tangle to pull – in the same way that Poe’s did, and part of you laments that difference, but mostly, you gasp as Din runs his tongue over your folds.

His fingers are still easing in and out of you, the sound of them – soaked in your arousal – comingling with your heavy breathing and your sporadic moans. Poe’s heavy breathing too, you realize, as you find the presence of mind to turn your head and look up at him. He’s transfixed by the sight of you, writhing under Din’s touch, and as your gaze traces from his face downward, you smile.

“Do you like watching this?” you breathe. Gasping when Din suddenly adds another digit as he fucks you with his fingers.

It’s not like you really need an answer; you can see that he’s hard and dripping for you. You can see his hands, clutching his thighs so tight as though it’s the only thing keeping him from touching himself.

“Yes.”

“Wanna know what’ll make me come faster?” The question comes from somewhere deep inside as an image settles into your mind and won’t let go. You grind against Din’s mouth at the very thought of it.

Poe’s voice is almost strangled with need. “What?”

“Come on my face.”

“Maker, you’re…” He trails off, and you hear Din laugh with his mouth still between your legs. You feel it, too, sending a wave of pleasure through you that only grows when Poe gives into your shared desire for him to stroke his own cock.

Almost none of your body is being touched, but as Din licks, sucks, fingers your pussy, it is entirely overstimulating. The sensation melds with the image of Poe over you, his strokes aggressive and his expression eager while he watches Din pushing you closer and closer toward release. Poe’s gaze sporadically meets yours, and even though neither of you have come yet, it is ecstasy.

He’s thrusting into his own hand more haphazardly along with your heady gasps and moans, so that even though he struggles to stammer through a warning, you are by no means surprised when he spills onto you with a desperate groan. It is just as you promised him: with his cum warm and sticky across your mouth, cheeks, nose, your tongue darts out from between your lips to get a taste, and your own orgasm takes you abruptly. You let out a desperate cry and clutch at Din hard, arching toward him.

“Kiss me, Poe,” you plead, barely even aware that you wanted to ask for it through the pleasure rushing through you. But he’s so kriffing quick to listen; his mouth is on yours in an instant, tasting you and his own cum while his hand curls into your hair.

You’re still trembling from your climax when Din stops his ministrations on your pussy to ask, “Can I fuck you, baby girl?”

The question sends a new rush of arousal through you, going straight to your cunt, and you nod against Poe’s mouth at once. “Mhm.” The sound is little more than a shaky whimper as you open up your legs more, begging for him.

Din’s audibly pleased by your eagerness. As he unfastens his trousers, he breathes, “That’s right. You’re desperate for me to fill you up while Poe kisses you, aren’t you? Two bad men, just nice enough to treat you right. Is that what you want, sweet girl?”

Bad men with honest faces.

Again, you nod.

Moments later, Din adjusts your legs, guiding you to bend them and lift your ass off the ground. And then he is burying himself inside of you.

You moan into Poe’s mouth, clutching him tight while Din begins to fuck you. He kisses you like he never wants to stop, and maybe he doesn’t. Just your mouths, tongues, the taste of his cum shared between you. His nose and cheeks becoming sticky with it as his skin presses against yours. Maybe he never wants it to stop.

And Din… Maker, Din. You can’t remember the last time you’d gotten turned on again so quickly, but he’s chosen an angle that hits you just right. His thumb has found your clit again, which is deeply oversensitive from the attention he’s already given it. Each thrust, each small touch, is already sending shockwaves through you.

It’s more than that, too, because now that his mouth is free, Din keeps whispering things.

Encouraging you. Praising you.

“Feel so good,” he murmurs.

“You take me so well, baby girl.”

“So pretty underneath me.”

His gentle words saturate your blood until you are full to the brim with the pleasure of them all—with the pleasure of those words and Poe’s tender kisses and Din’s touch.

When you begin to inch toward another orgasm, it is the first moment when Din’s composure falters. Your walls have begun to clench around his cock, and he lets out a low groan before fucking you faster, pushing you closer to a release.

Poe shifts his mouth to your neck just shortly before you come, and you are almost convinced that he does it so that he and Din can both see and hear you scream.

And you do—you moan and thrust toward Din desperately at the same moment that your head falls back and your eyes squeeze shut tight.

Din stills inside you but continues with the gentle movements of his thumb, and you are so desperately giddy over the feeling of his cock, full and hard inside of you. You whimper and look up when he pulls out abruptly, only to realize that he’s giving himself a few quick strokes and coming into his own hand with a shuddering gasp.

While Din shudders and catches his breath between your legs, you begin to come down from your own high, and Poe’s mouth wanders again—kissing back up from your neck to your jaw to your lips. You close your eyes and open your mouth to him at once. Revel in the way he wants you to know him.

Revel in everything he’s sharing through a kiss.

The sound of Din refastening his trousers pulls you out of it, and you and Poe both stop kissing abruptly to look up at him. His lips are glistening with your cum even in the dim light of the hold, and your stomach flips as he licks it away.

“D’you see what I mean, Poe? Gotta make it about her, if she wants you to. She might be too scared to ask.” His gaze meets yours, then, and for a heart-stopping moment, he says nothing. Then: “Thanks for the fun, sweet girl.”

He turns around and retreats through another door – to the quarters, maybe? – without another word.

You sit up to watch after him, your breathing still a little shaky, before using a sleeve to wipe Poe’s cum off your face as best as you can. And when you look over to Poe, your heart lodges somewhere in your throat at the sight of his soft, tentative gaze.

“I know what you said, but we don’t… you don’t have to go again, if you don’t want to.”

Maker, this boy should not be a kriffing spice runner. Not with the way he’s talking to you, or the way that he’s staring.

(Not with that honest face.)

Rather than answer right away, you smooth a hand over his hair. Then, with a quirk to your lips, you climb into his lap. “Let’s go again, Poe.”

[howlinchickhowl]

For the fic rec asks :)

5 & 18

YAY LET'S TALK ABOUT FICTIONES!

📆 A fic you'd re-read ten years from now

-- Flyboy and the gearhead by the_rat_wins - because two of your earth minutes gets recced a lot for obvious reasons and I will be reading that forever, but this one by the same author I also super enjoy.

-- Mickey Milkovich's Guide to Flirting by @whatwouldmickeydo my love for this story is well documented but I also feel that it will stand the test of time.

😭 A fic that ripped your heart out (but it felt so good)

-- Broad Shouldered Beasts - the whole series. This is like, the fic you read when you just need to cry for several hours at a time ok. It works every time.

-- Furlough - by loftec. So. Many. Tears. Something about season 6 divergents just get to me man. That's my emotional trigger.

there are so many I could list but also I see other asks and many fics fulfill many categories so I am saving them 😬

[thisfeebleheart]

yep, your gifs are very good! also.. do u have favorite gallavich fanfics?

Hi there! I most certainly have favorite gallavich fics :)

I tried to narrow them down, so this wouldn’t get too long haha. Also, this list is in no particular order or anything (and I don’t know the tumblr URLs of most of the authors so yeah):

@loftec: None the wiser | Option One | Furlough | Two for One | MiB: Chicago | Elephant | Something Better | White Swallow | Take this waltz 

lilbatfacedgirl: The Captain of My Soul

@beckyharvey29: The Wedding Planner | out with the old, in with you | all comes down to you | Plus One | Bet On That

delgay: Rookie Mistakes

pink_ink: Life, or Something | Restoration

@damnnmilkovich: The Casanova Catering Conflict | Of Burgers and Briefcases | Saltimbocca Saturday’s

@the-rat-wins: Flyboy and the Gearhead | Make the Change | Two of your Earth Minutes

@thevioletjones: Casual | Stranded

SpaceRat: i will be chasing a starlight

andchaos: Is There Somewhere

Mellow_Yellow: Total Frat Move

matchst_ck: I’m Sorry, Did You Say Doctor?

romanticalgirl: He Blinded Me with Science | Bon Appétit 

@jellovich: After It Happened | Heartbeat

kissteethstainred: The Laws of the World | In The Romance Section

missmichellebelle: Princes Don’t Marry Kitchen Boys | Grumpy Barista

@lan-jev: The New Year

I hope the links work and happy reading! :)

[loftec]

For the fic rec ask— 👍 and 📆 and ✨

Hello! <3 Let's see if I can do this:

👍🏽 A fic you bookmarked recently

The most recent shameless bookmark I've got saved is for The Interrupters by verily_i_say. It's a season 3 divergent fic published in 2014, but I first read it last year and saved it. It's truly wonderful, and I kind of miss the days of this type of fic. All the tiny little imaginings of what could've happened. Also, it's Fiona POV which I appreciate loads.

📆 A fic you’d re-read 10 years from now

Honestly Flyboy and the Gearhead haha, (by the_rat_wins! But you know that). Partly because I already reread it about once a year, but also because if the internet has collapsed in ten years I'll still have it printed and kept safe in my breast pocket, reading it under the stars in some post-apocalyptic camp somewhere, why did this become so dark so quickly?? I don't actually think the world is about to end. But what I'm saying is, if it does then at least I'm prepared in this one teeny tiny regard.

✨ A fic you wish you could read again for the first time

I'd say The New Year series by LanJevinson, that fic floored me when I first read it but I've never managed to read it again, because of how much it affected me. I imagine reading it again for the first time would be a lot easier, and would let me experience it in the same overwhelming way once more.

[leiakenobi]

6. Tucking your head into their neck during a hug with Poe

based on the fact that some people -- hi @starryeyedstories -- read my last Poe fic and felt a bit of fear that Poe might not come back from his mission with Black Squadron, this prompt sparked a short lil sequel. so feel free to go read “brightest star” first, but it’s not crucial.

——

The original hope was that the mission would take two weeks, but when all is said and done, Poe is gone for a little over a month.

You talk every day, as you always do when he’s away--save for a three-day stretch, which he warns you about ahead of time. Vaguely, in the hopes that maybe you won’t worry much. 

(You worry anyway. You barely sleep, those days, until he calls in again and murmurs words of reassurance and love that more than remind you why you put yourself through this.)

But of course talking is not the same as having him there, beside you, at dinner and in bed and strolling down the halls and watching holovids and fussing on his x-wing together while BB-8 yells at him about everything that he’s doing wrong and--

No. It’s not the same.

Which means when he proudly reports, We’ll be back tomorrow, you are elated. And perhaps you find nonsense excuses to loiter in the docking bay, Rose having to kindly ask you to move off of more than one box so that the mechanics can get to some parts until finally you just offer to give them some help. Purely to keep you busy.

She laughs and shakes her head and says, “That flyboy doesn’t know what he’s in for,” but she also says sure.

Even then, it’s... what feels like an eternity later that the alert comes through that fighters are incoming. At once, it’s a scramble to make room for Black Squadron’s arrival and prep to dock the fighters properly so that they can be assessed for any possible danger. But you play no role in this part of the process, so you’re single-minded in rushing toward the front of the hangar, where you know Poe will be setting down his ship.

(All the better to take off at a moment’s notice.)

Consequently, he’s the last one inside, an alarm squawking as the hangar doors ease closed behind him. For a hint of a moment, everything about the scene nearly overwhelms you--the alarm, the fighters still powering down, the flurry of people, their chatter and shouts...

It’s all easier the moment you can make out Poe in his cockpit, grinning down at you while he pops the hatch.

And once he’s on the ground and pulling you into his arms, everything around you fades--at least long enough for him to squeeze you so damn tight. You bury your face in his neck, savoring the way he’s enveloping you, how solid he feels. How much more solid you feel against him. You even savor the musky smell of him post-mission, although your mind is already humming with teasing comments about how much he must be looking forward to taking a real shower again.

Poe manages to get the jump on you, though, when he pulls back and... well, for a moment it looks like he’s going to kiss you, until his lips pull into a wide grin and he laughs instead.

“The Resistance is turning you into more of a gearhead by the day.”

You don’t know what he’s talking about, at first, until he wipes at your cheek and a splotch of grease transfers from your skin to his.

So you smirk, and you tell him, “Maybe that means we both need to get a little cleaned up.”

He hums thoughtfully and glances into the hangar, where the rest of Black Squadron is loitering--Karé and Snap chatting amongst themselves, the others talking with their fighters’ primary mechanics. Looking back your way, his grip tightens on your waist. “I suppose we do have an hour until debrief.”

“Perfect.”

But before you can guide Poe off toward your quarters, he has pulled you into a kiss, and it’s when he pulls away that he whispers the word back; eyes closed and face just inches from yours. “Perfect.”

You know with absolute certainty that he’s not just talking about the idea of a quickie in your shower.

And so you smile.

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Hii! Could you rec your fav meet cutes or diff first meeting aus?

Hi! Alternative first meetings is one of my favorite.. genres? Tags? Whatever :D We have a meet-ugly list where I love every fic! Also, I suggest going through this tag from Gallavich Week 2020 for meet-cute fics. And here are some of my favorite different first meeting AUs:

He Blinded Me with Science - Mickey's the new substitute teacher at Ian's school. Maybe they can both teach each other something.

Flyboy and the Gearhead - Ian is a space fighter pilot and Mickey is a mechanic who does the work for his spaceship.

do not wander - Ian and Mickey hook up in the backalley of a bar. Then again. It becomes a thing and maybe they have some future together.

looked like a teenage runaway - Ian is seventeen when he moves to the South Side. Lip tells him to stay away from the wrong people, but no one remembers to warn him not to fall in love with the neighborhood thug.

Bandage Your Wounds (With the salt on My Tongue) - EMT Ian gets called to the Milkovich house after a big fight.

Breaking and Entering - Lip plans a simple job and recruits Ian's help. When it inevitably goes wrong, Ian hides out in someone's apartment.

Something Outside Your Window - Mickey's bedroom window backs directly onto the bathroom of the house next door. His neighbours are noisy as fuck and Mickey is extremely annoyed. That is, until he hears a guy jerking off in the shower one night.

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I'm making it worse for myself by distracting you from writing :D Buut... 2, 13, 29 (this seems like an interesting question to think about, hmm). Have a productive writing time!

Haha thank you! I did a good job procrastinating, sadly, and then life got in the way again. But one word at a time, something will be written!

2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

I have a layered relationship with soul bond fics, I dislike the trope on principle but uuuhmm I have read so many of them and it can be so much fun. I have a storyline for one written out in my inactive ideas pile, but I don’t know. Should I really be writing soulmate fic if I don’t know if I like them? Is it fun and subversive, or am I just stripping the trope of the very thing that makes it fun and attractive to people?

But also, my philosophy is that there can’t ever be too many fics, so just write it. So maybe I will, at some point!

13. What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across?

‘Write what you want to read’, probably! I tend to worry too much about what place the things I make will have amongst other people’s better things, but I don’t worry so much about that when I write. Because I write for myself first. I post my writing for others, and that’s a whole other exiting bit of it, but the actual writing is delightfully self-centered for me. 

29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

I’ve answered this one before (which means I probably have reblogged these questions before!) and my answer is still the same:

@the-rat-wins‘s Flyboy and the Gearhead. 

One of those WIPs I mentioned before is basically just an AU of this AU that spun out of control. Also, consider this a hard rec for all of her fics. If you haven’t already, please go read the whole lot and shower her with love.