#Chewwy fits right in

[cherryblossomriot]

i had a dream the other day that was basically a dinluke cowboy au and it has been HAUNTING me, so just allow me to deposit it upon you like my subconscious drop kicked it onto me:

Luke is a disabled veteran who has returned from war one hand lighter and several scars heavier. When he returns, his family, who are heavily involved in the politics/military of this fictional land, don’t understand his now jaded and melancholic view of both the world, but also the ideologies that they so strongly believe in, leading him to constantly feel like an outcast even among the people that he so dearly loves. They’re all passionate and strong-willed, but they still don’t understand, not his struggles with mental health or his new perspective, and it just makes things worse and worse and worse. Anakin is a general, and though he’s seen the gruesomeness of war firsthand, he’s also become desensitized to it and has anger-management issues, so he often almost finds a sort of refuge within the chaos of battle, so he clearly cannot even fathom the emotions and trauma that Luke is trying to sort through, much less know how to deal with them properly. Padme is a senator and cares deeply about the crimes and seemingly senseless violence occurring during the war, but she’s also a politician and knows how to play the long game, so when Luke comes to her, he leaves feeling misunderstood and pushed aside. Leia is the only one who seemingly understands, as the pair of them have a deep, intrinsic bond, but she doesn’t fully grasp Luke’s moods and doesn’t handle his breakdowns and flashbacks well. So everyone feels a little upset, a little unsettled, and a lot like they don’t understand why and how Luke has changed, which leads to Luke feeling more and more out of place within his own family. The war ends relatively soon after Luke’s return, which leads to parades which leads to awards which leads to balls and banquets, all of which Luke is forced to attend, his heart dragging but his head held high, because he’s an Amidala-Skywalker goddammit, and we have a certain responsibility and image to maintain to the public and everyone who endured so much. So Luke has to sit there through awards and boasts of glory and mentions of battle scars and it goes on and on and on, and he has to smile and bear it and accept the medal that they’re giving him because he did such a great service to his country and-he has a panic attack. A nasty one that leads to him having to flee from a ballroom, and outside to the gardens. Once he’s there, he realizes that he doesn’t want to go back in. At all. So he runs away. He just picks a direction and goes, stealing a car on the way (this is a modern au but also fictional countries because I don’t want to get into real politics, hooo boy no siree). In the middle of nowhere, he gets caught in a storm and basically crashes his car and passes out. 

But when he wakes up! That’s when the fun begins. 

He’s in this cozy sort of bedroom, and this hot guy is fast asleep in the chair beside his bed, and is that a little kid in his lap? Anyway, the hot guy wakes up, introduces himself as Din Djarin in the softest, most attractive voice Luke has ever heard with his own two ears, and doesn’t ask him where he’s from or what he was doing driving in the middle of bumfuck nowhere at 3 in the morning, so Luke is obligated to have a lil crush on him, even though he’s not sure about the kid. So he asks, and Din introduces him to his son Grogu, who waves at him and signs hello, because, as Din explains, he doesn’t speak much, and the foster system wasn’t too kind to him, so he’s got a little bit of trauma to work through. And Luke just, instantly falls in love with this soft dad and his cute little son who can shift his features from the biggest, most pleading puppy eyes ever to the face of a demented gremlin who will try to eat the frog he caught in the backyard, no matter how slimy it is, or how hard it tries to wriggle out of his hands. Din tells Luke that he can stay for however long he needs, because Luke’s kinda injured from his accident, and anyway, once he’s healed up, they always could use another hand on the farm. So Luke stays, and he meets all of Din’s other farm hands (and shitty friends). There’s Boba, who doesn’t talk much, but when he does it’s always something slightly ominous and menacing, and Luke thinks that his name sounds familiar...hey wasn’t he on the news for robbing a couple banks a few years back?...no, surely not..., Fennec, who speaks even less than Boba, and manages to be far, far more intimidating, but also helps Luke with his prosthetic and gives him fun little tips that always sound more like she’s cut off a lot more limbs than she’s lost. Cara Dune (who is not gina carano but i digress) is also there, and she’s just constantly a harbinger of chaos, but will babysit Grogu whenever Din wants to brood and stare longingly into the distance (or at Luke who’s also brooding as the sun sets but shhh). Bo-Katan and the gang are there, and while Bo-Katan grumbles about how the old ranch boss had different/better methods on how to run things, she still follows Din’s lead and helps him with the finances and taxes. They all take to Luke like a wildfire, because Luke is a sunshine boy who can make friends with literally anyone and somehow manages to make Din not only smile but laugh, but also because they can tell he’s got a lot of trauma and pain bubbling just under the surface, and they all silently but collectively agreed a long time ago that they are the patron saints of troubled and lost souls. 

When Luke gets better and starts to help out, he’s constantly upset with himself because he used to help out at his aunt and uncle’s farm in the summers when he was a kid, and he knows how to do this stuff, but his prosthetic is really throwing him off and his body has sustained a lot of other injuries that make doing manual labor a much more different experience than it used to be, but everyone is really patient with him and helps him out, especially Din. At one point, Din is so nice that Luke just loses it, because he doesn’t understand how Din can be so kind and so patient, and care about him so much, and kind of calls himself broken and useless in front of Din, and Din gets super protective and grabs his hands (real and prosthetic) and tells him that he’s not broken or useless, and you’re so sweet and wonderful, and can’t you see? Ever since you’ve been here, everyone’s been so much happier, so much lighter. You’ve brought something precious to us, but most of all to me. And they’re standing really close and for a second Luke thinks Din is going to kiss him, but instead, Luke realizes that he’s crying, and Din just wraps his arms around him and holds him.

After that, time sort of blurs, marked by things like Grogu climbing into Luke’s bed because he sensed that he was having a nightmare, and Din waking up to find the pair of them coloring in a serene silence, Luke getting the hang of ranch life and his prosthetic and dealing with his panic attacks and flashbacks as they come, and Din enduring relentless badgering from his friends because hey, if you don’t marry Luke, I will and Fennec, you’re a lesbian and that doesn’t matter, it’ll be a marriage of twink and butch solidarity. And all the while, Din and Luke are spinning closer and closer towards each other, two suns hurtling in their orbit to the other with an inescapable certainty. 

When it finally happens, they’ve just gotten back from one of those cowboy dances (idk what they’re called...hoedowns? yeah okay) (and yes, I wanted to hit all of the cliches in the book, thank you very much), and Grogu’s fallen fast asleep on Luke’s shoulder. After they tuck him up all snug in his bed, they head out to the porch, because it’s raining outside, and the steady thrum of water droplets splattering on the roof and on the grass is the most soothing sound Luke has ever heard (aside from Din’s voice), and he’s a little too afraid to go to sleep and ruin his perfect night with a nightmare. They stand there for a while, silence binding them together, shoulders brushing every now and then, hesitant and questioning. Luke thinks about how Din had asked him to dance earlier, his lips tilted in a teasing, but achingly soft smile, and how his heart had pounded a tattoo to the shape of his ribs when they’d pushed up so close together, the fast, rowdy dances of the beginning of the night having faded to something lasting, something meaningful. Luke remembers the ball he’d run away from, how the dancing had been cold, almost jeering in a way, and Luke realizes how far he’s come, how different it is here. And suddenly, there isn’t a question in his mind anymore. He turns toward Din, who turns toward him, and when he leans forward, Din breathes an uncertain “Luke-”, but he doesn’t get to finish the thought. Luke kisses him, and he kisses back, and it’s just them. There are hands in hair and noses nudged together, and at some point, they move, without either of them releasing the other, into the house and into Din’s bedroom. Buttons are unbuttoned, and whole stretches of skin are kissed, and when it’s over, they curl up together, Din tucking his head into the crook of Luke’s neck and falling asleep there. 

When they wake up, Luke explains why he came here, why he ran away, all the while Din looks at him with his beautiful dark eyes and runs his hands through Luke’s hair, which is catching the sunlight filtering in through the window and making him look like he has a halo, all the while never once condemning him for keeping it a secret this whole time. After he’s finished, he expects some sort of shocked reaction-after all, his family’s pretty famous, but all Din does is kiss him and ask, “Wait, so you have a twin?” 

It’s so unexpected that Luke throws his head back and bursts into uncontrollable, and very contagious peals of laughter, and when he’s finally able to breathe again, he kisses Din’s forehead and murmurs, “I love you.” 

Din, who has been touch starved and lonely for years (no time for relationships when you’ve got a business to run and a toddler to raise), tears up and kisses him, too overwhelmed for words. But Luke understands.  

And then Grogu pushes his way into the room holding up a box of Frosted Flakes above his head and shaking it, as if to say, I’d like to eat now, please. 

Din and Luke stifle their smiles into the other’s shoulder, and when they get up, Luke can’t help but think that he’s finally where he belongs.

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It takes approximately .5 seconds for all the others to figure out they’re together now, and Cara and Bo-Katan (of all people) start cheering immediately, to Din and Luke’s shock. Boba and Fennec grumble and begrudgingly hand over a huge wad of cash each to Cara and Bo-Katan because they thought it would take them at least another two weeks to get together. Din’s very done with his friends at this point, but he takes one look at Luke’s flustered but smiling face and decides he won’t kill them all this time. 

And if everyone thought Luke was a lot of excitement for a humble ranch in the middle of nowhere, then they are in no way, shape, or form, prepared for when his very angry twin sister shows up with a himbo with a shit-eating grin and his 7 foot tall best friend she hired to track her brother down. 

(needless to say, Boba punches Han within two minutes of interaction).

[oshicakes]

flowers | inuoka so

inuoka so x reader

genre. fluff, dad!inuoka and mom!reader

 “go on, buddy. say ‘mama, let. us. come. with. you. to. the. grocery.” your husband slowly says, guiding your son to say it too. and your son babbles, as if he’s really saying what his papa’s saying.

 “good job, little boy!” inuoka says in delight. “now say please, pwetty pwetty pwease. with chewwy on twop.” oh god! not again. you just hide your face in your palm for you to not see your husband and son’s face. you don’t now how inuoka did it but your son can also do that puppy eyes with pouty lips, and it always, ALWAYS work on you.

 inuoka’s really invested with your son, although you can’t blame him. you both almost lost your son when he’s in your stomach because he’s very active inside that he almost choke himself with his own cord. luckily, that didn’t happen.

 he plays with him, teach him things, feeds him and sleep with him. you don’t know how he manage to fit his time with his work and him being a father to your 8 month old son and a husband to you. but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s like your taking care of two children in your house. you don’t know if inuoka bought a toy for his son or for him to play with it because he enjoys it more than his son.

 in the end, you arrive at the grocery with your two babies, one holding your hand and the other one is in the baby carrier carried by the big baby. you just smiled when you heard the two of them are chatting like they both understand what each other’s saying. 

 you always wonder how inuoka did that, is it because he specialized with kids or he is a kid at heart? whatever it is, he’s just so adorable and the best father of a child could ever had. 

 it’s always a fun time with your husband and son. it’s kind of tiring but it’s all worth it whenever you hear their laughs and giggles. 

  you’re already seated in the car when he said that he needs to go to the toilet.

 when he came back, he’s holding something behind. it’s a bouquet of flowers.

he handed it to you and you just stared at him in awe. “what’s this for?”

 “though this is not enough but this is a thank you for always taking care of us.”

 “you don’t have to, so. it's my job to take care of you and our son.”

"yeah that's why you deserve a flower for being the best wife and mother to us. we're lucky to have you."

 you kissed him on his lips, which lasted for minutes then kissed him in his cheeks, nose, chin and forehead.

 “maybe, i should buy you flowers more often so i could get many kisses. right, buddy?”

 to your surprise your son let out a loud squeal while clapping his hands, he’s also nodding his head. that made the both of you laugh. you also kissed your son and he let out a squeal again and his lips are grinning so wide. looks like he’ll be like his father when he grow up. 

[labyrinth-runner]

kylo literally pesters and barates her calling her nothing the entire movie of tlj. how is that not abusive? like wtf even forces her to say it. not to mention lie about what happened the night the temple burned down saying Luke deliberately seeker him out to murder him in rage like the man is emotionally and mentally abusive

Hi, 

People like you are the reason I generally don’t even mention his character on this blog. Because you mention his name once and its like summoning Beetlejuice into your ask box to berate you and argue about the trilogy. This is also why I generally don’t touch the ST on this blog unless it’s about how Boyega and Marie Tran were treated poorly and deserved better. Or to gush about Oscar Isaacs because if I’m being honest, my ranking of the top three ST characters goes:

1. Chewwie’s Porg Copilot

2. Poe Dameron

3. BB8

As far as the Temple thing, look, I know its covered more in the comics that I personally have not read. My friend who role plays Kylo on here cites it all the time to people like you who just go based off the movie and not the rest of the canon resources out there. So, he wasn’t actually lying about that, apparently.

Lastly,

Again.

If you’ve been following this blog for any length of time, you’ll know that my main and mostly only ship these days with canon characters is Obidala. I’m here for that ship. It’s wholesome. You can’t ever argue it’s not healthy because they both are good individuals who I think would fit well together. When I wrote my reylo fic for FOUR years of my life, I wrote it as a fix-it fic. So, when I shipped it, I built a better ship. I built a back story. I built growth. I built guilt, and I built better relationships. I even built the negative reaction Rey got from Finn and Poe about being with Kylo and how they navigated that because I built storm pilot into that fic as well. My reylo is definitely not the “canon” reylo because I started right after TFA and built from the ground up and disregarded half the shit Disney decided to do wrong. 

TL:DR, Please stop talking to me about a character I don’t even write for anymore and a ship that my only interaction with is “oh, that’s some nice fan art.” I don’t come into your inboxes to argue with you. I’d appreciate it if you offered me the same courtesy. I’m out here trying to work on my Masters degree, in between working full time, and still producing content for y’all based off Obi-Wan, Roman, and various other Ewan characters. I come to my inbox for fun things, not to have to write paragraphs like this. Thanks.