#don't worry poe you'll see him again

[oikasugayama]

YOU CATCH HIM M@STURBAT!NG pt. 5

MDNI, this is a NSFW series for adults

pt 1. Fyodor, Poe, Chuuya | pt. 2 Fukuzawa, Kunikida, Dazai | pt. 3 Ranpo, Akutagwa, Ango | pt. 4 Sigma, Mori, Tetcho | pt. 5 (Finale) Atsushi, Nikolai

Atsushi

such a sweet boy... he's so down bad for you.

it's very obvious to everyone, including yourself, that he has a crush on you. he blushes every time you come in the room, he greets you overly-politely and always offers to run errands for you while he's out, and when you have to go on missions he makes sure to tell you good luck and he hopes you come back safely. he stares at you when you're working, eventually gathering the courage to tell you that he thinks you're very pretty, and he even admits that he likes you when ranpo and dazai threaten to tell you.

he tells you no pressure, don't worry about saying anything back, he doesn't intend on asking you out or anything because you're too good for him... but you surprise him and say you'd like to get to know him better as friends and maybe eventually you could go on a date.

he's over the moon!!!!!!!! and so you start spending time together outside of work, which was never an issue until you accidentally fall asleep at his place one evening.

you wake up on the couch and atsushi is nowhere to be seen. you rub the sleep out of your eyes, get up, and shuffle to the bathroom because you really have to peeee

and before you open the bathroom door, you turn your head to look at the source of a noise and see into atsushi's bedroom. he's sitting on the edge of his bed, his eyes are screwed tightly shut, and he's rubbing his cock quickly. you're in awe, unbelieving that you've caught him doing this while you're visiting, and with his bedroom door open.

and then something shocks you more.

he cums, using his free hand to catch his mess, and you hear a very whiny, shaky moans of your name come out of his mouth.

you gasp, and his eyes snap open, his head turning to you.

"oh shit-- [y/n] i-- i'm so sorry, please dont--"

you run into the bathroom, locking yourself in. you have to gather yourself for a good couple of minutes before you can act normally again.

he knocks softly on the door, and you don't answer. he knocks again.. and again... he calls for you, and finally you open the door as he's about to knock another time.

his face is beet red, his eyes full of guilt. he tells you he's sorry, something came over him and he just couldn't help himself. he wasn't trying to being gross or weird and he's so so so so so so sorry

he's very surprised when you shrug and say you've thought about him while masturbating too.

Nikolai

you think you have the wrong hotel room when you open the door to find a white-haired man spread out on your bed completely in the nude, but then you notice a pair of your panties in his hand, wrapped around his hard cock

"i'm calling security"

"no need," he sighs happily. "i'm sure you'll find they're all on my side."

you try to call his bluff, but he's surprisingly fast and he springs out of bed, grabbing you and closing the door before you can get away.

"i've been waiting for you for so long! you can't go away yet!" he crowds you against the door, locking you in with his body

"it's you... you're the one who's been following me through town."

"you're just so beautiful," he says, trailing a finger down your cheek. "I had to have you to myself."

"who are you?" you ask with a shaking voice.

"i'm Nikolai, and i'm your man for the evening. once i've had my fun i'll leave, but i have a feeling you'll want me to come back" ;)

[queenofbaws]

hi queenie i find myself humbly at your doorstep again (if there was a bowing emoji i would put it here) so question! do you outline your stories? and if so, how? another writer i admire was nice enough to lay out a "tutorial" of sorts but i have so much trouble with the small stuff. like i have so many Big Moments planned and tiny tiny moments planned but the medium moments? do you have any idea on how to plan the medium moments???? i'm going crazy! 😩

(as always, your answer is appreciated and cherished)

why hellooooooo quill!!! what a treat to find you on my doorstep! please know it is i who is bowing and scraping - it's always a delight to be visited by THE hawke/varric queen! ;)c

extremely long story short: i do outline my stories! i live in constant awe of people who can write by the seat of their pants. alas, like the humble ant, i am always digging out pathways to follow later...usually the pathways are intricate. maze-like. bottomless. 😫 hehehe but i know E X A C T L Y what you mean, finding ways to connect everything can be...so much, especially when all you really want to do is get to those big, juicy moments, AHHH!

i'll throw my general process under the cut, and i hope it'll help in some way/shape/form!!! 💖

OH FUCK, I THINK I HAVE A FIC IDEA an outlining process by theicyqueen

hehehe okay, so as always, this is my general process, and what works for me might not work for others, so by all means take EVERY LAST THING I SAY with a boulder-sized grain of salt ;P

for the most part, my outlining process for oneshots and multichaps is roughly the same: (1) i get a central idea i want to expand on, (2) i write that fucker down in as much detail as possible, (3) i sit squinting at it like that kate beaton comic with edgar allan poe for a week or two waiting for a divine vision to hit, (4) profit. in all seriousness, though, this is typically my order of operations:

get the main idea down: this could be an overarching idea for a story (e.g., hawke and varric attend a fancy party and a murder mystery occurs) OR a big, juicy influential scene (e.g., incensed at hubert being an asshole, varric hurls a pillow at him and uncovers a secret door hidden in the wall!)

think about where you want to go from there: do you want this to be a oneshot? a multichap? how much MORE do you want to add to that main idea, essentially, or how far do you think you can stretch it?

get the biggest scenes down first: you know the ones. the ones you REALLY want to get to. write them down NOW. just trust me on this. WRITE THEM DOWN RIGHT NOW I STG!!!

if there are little scenes in your head, get those down too: don't worry about getting them down IN ORDER, just get them down! you think you'll remember them later: you will not. i love you. you will not remember them later. you're so smart. you will not. remember. them later. this is the writer's curse.

put those scenes into some sort of skeleton: here's where you start thinking about the order you want scenes in. where do you want those big, juicy things? where will your smaller moments fit in between them? what KEY POINTS need to occur before juicy scene b so it makes sense to the reader? what KEY POINTS will have to come AFTER juicy scene b to make sense? if you don't quite know where to put something yet, keep it separated, either in a separate doc, or just off to the side; don't touch it again until you have an idea of where it should go chronologically

look at what you have so far: sometimes, if you're lucky, the way to connect these pieces together will become apparent once you see what you already have laid out in one place. life is beautiful when this happens, but it doesn't always, so don't beat yourself up if you just CAN'T figure out how to get from point a to point h - let it sit. let it simmer. let it STEW. maybe eat some stew. it can't hurt.

consider the evil bits >:)c : what this means FOR ME is usually foreshadowing. is there some big twist you want to drop breadcrumbs for throughout the rest of the story? think about what that might look like! if you decide, for example, that you want to reveal a character was evil the whole time by the end of the story, think about what little nugget of foreshadowing you could insert sneakily into the beginning - a lot of the time tiny, almost insignificant details like this can help trigger bigger scenes in your head, "connecty" scenes, if you will. other examples of "evil bits," might be winks to canon material, easter eggs referring to other works of yours (or a friend's!), wordbuilding info that doesn't fit anywhere else, or not-so-subtle inclusions of your own headcanons that you have no earthly reason to include other than to make yourself smile (for example, in the project i'm working on right now, i'm making it a point to have travis hackett smell a girl's hair against her will! this is not a necessary detail by any means, but god help me my characterization of that freak will be known 🙃). it sounds fake, but seriously, sometimes the tiniest details can help you connect things later. the human brain is inscrutable.

determine whether you NEED to fill every gap: if you can't think of a way connect two scenes no matter how hard you try, it's ENTIRELY possible that they just don't need to be connected. at all. the reader doesn't always need to see characters move from one classroom to another, and we don't always need to see their skincare routine before they go to bed. those might be important scenes to include for what you're writing, don't get me wrong, but if they're not??? just...just skip 'em. DON'T connect the scene before and the scene after. if you're writing a oneshot, ask yourself: could i put a line break in here and just keep going? and if you're writing a multichap, the question is similar: can i just end the chapter here and pick up with the next one? sometimes you just don't NEED a medium-sized scene at all. just skip it!!!!!

talk to a friend who has no idea what any of this means: i'm. i'm so serious. if you're writing fandom stuff, please ask a friend with little to no knowledge of that fandom if you can talk at them about your story for a minute. if you're writing something original, please ask literally any friend at all if you can talk at them about your story for a minute. you will be. shocked. the words that come out of your mouth once you start doing this. shocked. sometimes there's stuff up in your brain you didn't even know was up there. i can't recommend it highly enough asldkjflakdjf

when in doubt, consider a humble "blanket paragraph:" i feel like...i feel like a lot of us...who got into creative writing...and who took creative writing classes...came to hate the simple blanket statement. but we shouldn't. we should love it. sometimes you don't need a scene at all - sometimes all you need is, "and then they ate dinner and watched some movies before bed." that's it. that can be your link. it can. i promise. i promise.

i really, truly hope that helps you in some way! or, if nothing else, kickstarts something in your own way of planning 💜

what a hobby we chose, huh? what a hobby. :P

[supernovafeather]

A New Start

FO!Poe Dameron x F!FO!Poe Dameron

Summary : After all their adventures together, Poe and Reader try to find a new purpose.

Content : mutual pining, love confession, angst, fluff.

Please reblog if you liked it !

It was all over but at the end, nothing changed. Poe could watch the rain pouring down the muddy roads on his porch for hours and hours and still no change would get noticed. Planets would rotate at the same speed, life and death would keep dancing with each other endlessly, languages and cultures would keep on changing, disappearing and appearing. The Commander felt empty but not exactly sad or melancholic or tired. This war exhausted his mind and body more than he thought it would but it didn't explain that fully. Instead of looking for answers, he watched the rain falling of the skies. He liked it now and felt as if he aged prematurely by a few years only an hour after the official Firsts Orders's victory over the Resistance. His soldiers present on the base danced and sang along in a muffled and chaotic combination of different level of talent and drunkenness.

"Oh look at who's there."

Poe grinned as he stared at a half-destroyed TIE stranded far away and stuck in the mud accumulating around it. He could play the old school Commander scolding you for drinking so much with your male counterparts but it was none of his will. He heard you crashing loudly against a piece of furniture, and let you sat down by his side, a bottle in your hand and your pilot outfit completely soaked.

"What happened to you," he asked as he noticed all the dirt glued to the bottom of your pants. "Uh… fell from a window. I bet I could get on the base roof but it didn't work."

The Commander watched you quietly as you started to drink from your bottle again, needing to rest an arm behind you to hold you still. Despite the alcohol scent following you there was something wild he appreciated with you tonight. Careless, far from the most anxious but also deadly pilot of his squadron. Your growth under his wing had been impressive.

"I see you know how to celebrate," he commented half-heartedly. "Come on sir, you're the first one to know how to have fun come with me."

Slightly disconnected from this moment, he let you grab his hand, get on your knees then try to stand up in vain, falling back onto your buttocks. You groaned of frustration then tried again, unsuccessfully.

"Don't worry," he started to taunt, "tomorrow you'll learn how to walk again." "Great because I need to go back to the party. Oh wait no. I wanted to tell you."

Curious, he watched you kneeling in front of him, your eyes right above his as he waited for your next sentence.

"You're the best. Like… thank you Commander for leading us to victory," you said in a slurred voice, "I thought I'd die dozens of times throughout that stupid war but with you by our side it wouldn't have felt vain. You gave us all a purpose. And Maker, it's beautiful. I left my farm for a great squadron, a great Commander and a great team. So… please go to the party with me you need to have fun."

He smiled a little more, allowing himself to get a closer and tender look at your sleepy face.

"Thank you soldier. I appreciate your honesty. It was an honor to serve with you." "I don't want it to end," you sobbed.

Thanks to his flawless reflexes he grabbed you right before you could hit the floor of his quarters and managed to rest your bottle without spilling too much of its content. Confused by your sudden breakdown he then took the bottle firmly in his hand to put it far away from you, on a table before sitting back down next to your sobbing form.

"Sh, what's going on little one," he whispered with a quick embrace, "what's going on there?"

After the longest series of hiccups he had ever heard he managed to decipher your answer while feeling your arm grabbing his waist in a powerful hug.

"I don't want to leave that family I want to keep on flying with you all." "But the war is over. We won. Our mission is over." "I don't care I don't want it to be over I want it to keep going so I can still defend our squadron."

Despite the few sentences following he was unable to understand, Poe kept you close to him, rocking you back and forth slowly. It was certainly not comfortable for you but your drunkenness allowed this. Lying there face against his chest, your arms weakened.

"We are all alive and well," he commented, "you are safe, uninjured. You are really lucky after all the heart attacks you gave me." "I serve no purpose now."

He froze, looking down at the mop of messy hair ight under his chin as you struggled to find a better position in his arms. You called down but remained in his embrace as he finally got the words on his feelings.

"What do you mean?" "I left my lovely farm for the First Order. I found a purpose by training hard to defend my land that still got destroyed despite my efforts. But I found you and the others. We had a common goal. We killed, scouted and conquered together. Nigel wants to start a shop. Nalem wants to open a garage. Fay'l wants to get rich by selling Resistance objects. I don't know what I want to do. And you ?" "I… don't really have an answer to that," he confessed. "Well that sucks. Well you'll get a higher job I. The First Order, maybe you'll lead the next war. Good for you, you deserve a better salary for what those rebel assholes did to us all. I love it when good people get what they deserve. Money. Fame." "Does loneliness scare you?"

It did scare him now that he put his finger on what caused that uneasiness in him. You sighed, struggled for a while at trying to lift yourself up against him and he put a strand of hair out of your glassy eyes.

"Maker I wish I had your talent so I could lead my own squadron and make you proud and keep my living friends with me because right now I'm scared of everything." "Come here."

He was sobbing too but in silence. Finally someone that understood his own pain. He saw arriving to the first tests with big intimidated eyes to become a deadly weapon after a few months under his command. He felt useful at molding you into something capable of surviving on the frontline and able to feel that camaraderie for your fellow pilots. He wished he could have given the weapons necessary to prepare for the aftermath. But after all himself had no idea he would see the end of this war.

"I'm proud of you for everything you've accomplished," he said as he crossed your gaze, "I only guided you. Determination, motivation, discipline… you did most of it. You were the one shooting. You dodged enough times to survive. You learnt everything in time and protected us all. I do owe you my own life, several times." "But same for me sir and…" "We are a team. And trust me you are not the kind of soldier I would forget anytime soon. And yes I mean it as a compliment."

Your huge smile caused his to reappear. Tears ran down his cheeks in torrents but more because your eyes got smaller.

"Oops. I think I love you now," you whined.

Flattered, he left that warmth spreading in his chest at your words. It felt incredibly good to welcome it instead of ignoring it. I was free to feel.

"Don't talk nonsense please, you drank a lot," he replied with his same smile. "Still. I think I'm in love. Not really professional." "Who cares about professionalism right now?" "Well now that's hot."

Relieved to hear and feel your laugh against his chest, he rubbed your back. He liked to do such a simple thing to support you and also to appreciate the effect he had on you right now. Flirting with random cute girls in cantinas or in the different bases he's been on had never brought him so much joy.

"Are you in love too," you whispered as you looked up at him. "What do you think of it?"

Now feeling as light as if he was capable of walking on clouds, he sent you the most seductive face he could make. Repressing a laugh at your focused features and narrowed eyes to get a clear view of him, he ended up cracking up at the same time as you, his nerves finally erasing all that tensions accumulated for months little by little.

"What? What did I do," he asked. "I don't know, you exist and it's wonderful already." "Oh stop stealing my phrases, I'll have to flirt with more classical lines now." "So… so do you want to flirt with me?" "Maker, as if I could say no to the cutest girl alive. Look at you."

Your uncharacteristic giggle made him proud.

"Stop I'm not as good as I could be at it," you complained with a faint slap on his chest. "Give it a try, believe in yourself. Show me your full potential."

After a few seconds of a confused babbling from you, he finally understood something as your fingers played with your top, staring down.

"If I opened a new farm I'd like it to be with you. I know you're not the kind of guy that would like that kind of lifestyle but… I don't know you would be cute like that." "Well if you think I might be cute then it must be true," he laughed. "I mean you're handsome and hot but cuteness would really suit you on a farm." "And you're beautiful and hot and cuteness suits you."

After a painless punch in his chest he sent you one back, making you laugh as you fell backwards. He had no interest in getting further physically due to your state but taunting you felt great. Amazing even. He will try again tomorrow, but tonight you needed some water, a shower, clean clothes and a good sleep. And after that, a new and fresh start.

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@queen-of-elves

@qrjung

[the-sparkling--diamond]

everything to win - 7

poe dameron x black! female oc

warnings: mentions of arranged marriage

word count: 1,015

All Cerria wanted to do when she got home was take a shower and sleep in her own bed, a simple request that she knew was unlikely.

"Starlight? Is that you?" Her father's voice echoed through the halls.

"It's me, Dad," Cerria replied tiredly. It was barely even a second later before she was nearly knocked to the ground by a forceful hug.

"Don't you ever do that again," he whispered, squeezing her tightly.

"Dad...can't...breathe," Cerria strained. She dramatically gasped for air once he let her go, causing her father to chuckle.

"You could've been a performer with acting like that." Once his initial relief faded, he crossed his arms, fixing her with a stern look, "Where have you been? Why have you been ignoring our transmissions?"

"My communicator broke," Cerria fibbed, though it sounded more like a question than a statement.

Her father stared at her for a long time, narrowing his eyes before raising an eyebrow, amused. "Work on your excuse before you see your mother."

As if on cue, her mother rushed in and grabbed Cerria, peppering her face in kisses. "Do you know how many times we tried to reach you? We've been so worried. Don't ever do that again!"

"Mama-"

"I'm just glad you're home and safe. I'll have your father contact Val and tell him we'll do dinner tonight. We've delayed for far too long."

"Mom, I-"

"Well? Go freshen up. I'll be in there in a moment to help with your hair. And don't worry about picking a dress, I've already picked one for you." She waited a moment, repeating, "Go on," when she saw that Cerria wasn't moving.

Cerria bit the inside of her cheek to keep from groaning as she just about stomped to her room. The sooner she got all this over with, the sooner she could go back to the Resistance. She kept repeating the thought in her mind like a mantra, hoping it would somehow be enough to get though whatever tonight had in store.

Cerria's hair was still dripping wet as she came out of the bathroom, her pink robe wrapped tight around her. Her mother was already sitting on the bed, numerous hair tools beside her. Cerria sat on the floor in front of her, the same as she'd done her whole life. The ends of her curls just barely brushed against the floor.

"It's getting so long," her mother smiled as she began to brush her curls back, leaving a few tendrils out to frame her face. Cerria closed her eyes as the brush grazed her scalp. She had always found the sensation soothing. "So," her mother murmured, "I know you're not going to tell me where you went, but will you at least tell me why you left? You've never been gone for so long before."

"I just...I'm not ready to get married," she admitted.

Cerria could picture the look on her mother's face when she heard her sigh. "I know it's not ideal, but it's your responsibility. We really should've done this a year ago, but I pushed it back because you weren't ready then either."

She hated how true her statement was. Desperate to get her mother on her side, Cerria went off on a tangent, "What if he sucks? What if he doesn't like music? What if he takes up the whole bed? What if he's ugly?"

"Cerria."

"Sorry. What if he's an asshole?"

"Cerria!"

"Sorry, " she mumbled. "What if he doesn't let me fly anymore?"

Her mother gave a gentle tug on her hair as she braided it, "I hope you'd trust me enough to pick a good husband for you. Besides, you won't be flying around anyway when you're married. You'll be too busy with your duties as Queen." Dread washed over Cerria. Somehow, she'd completely forgotten that with her marriage came her ascension to the throne. Her mother stood, having finished doing her hair. She made her way to the door before sighing and turning back to Cerria with a pitying look. "I know this isn't ideal. It isn't what you want. It wasn't what I wanted at your age. But it is our duty. I love how determined and courageous you are, but i need you to use those traits for the good of our planet now. It's time for you to be the queen I raised you to be. So, I expect you to go to this dinner. I expect you to be civil. I expect you to go into this with an open mind. I did, and look how your father and I ended up." Her expression softened as she continued, "This is going to be better than you think. Get dressed. I'll see you downstairs in an hour." Her mother left the room, closing the door behind her.

Cerria buried her face in her hands, resisting the urge to scream. She picked herself up off the floor, going over to the gown and accessories her mother set out. She took her time getting ready, especially when it came to her makeup. She dragged out every step, trying to delay the inevitable as much as she could. After what felt like too little time, she stared at herself in the mirror. Her mother had done her hair in a high braided ponytail. The few blonde curls that framed her face perfectly complemented the gold tones in her makeup and her dress. The champagne fabric of her gown draped down to the floor and glittered with every miniscule movement. She cuffed the gold armor-like bracelets and belt on before reaching for the heavy gold necklace. She always left her necklace for last as having anything on her neck felt suffocating. Taking a deep breath, she clasped it on, the jewelry covering the expanse of her neck and collarbone that her strapless gown had previously left exposed. She gazed in the mirror, admiring her reflection. She looked the epitome of royalty, a golden goddess of sorts. Her lip curled in displeasure. She couldn't believe she was wasting this look on some guy.

[jongnorp]

WELCOME HOME, GELLER-CHO, BEODEUL!

You've got the keys, unlock your new world!

NAME. GELLDER-CHO, BEODEUL. DATE OF BIRTH. 19920626. OCCUPATION. PROFESSOR OF KOREAN LITERATURE @ SUNGKYUNKWAN UNI. NATIONALITY. SOUTH-KOREAN.

FREE FORM.

c. 2003 Dear Eomma, I'm practicing my English like you told me to. It's kind of hard when I don't have anyone to talk back to me. Dad's not very good at it. So I decided to write this letter in English to practice... I want my baby brother to be able to understand me in case he doesn't want to speak Korean. He looks cute in the pictures you sent in your last letter, I'm sad that I wasn't there when he was born. But I'll get to see him when term is done. I'm very excited. Tell Ezra that I'm excited to meet him okay, Eomma? Love, Beodeul

c. 2011 Dear Appa, I know you're worried about me but I promise I'm doing just fine in America. I know we can't talk very long on the phone but I hope you'll take this letter as a sign that I'm well and truly alive. I've been considering getting a part time job so I can pay my own phone bill and we would be able to talk for a little longer without worrying about driving up Eomma's bill... Speaking of Eomma it's nice living with her again, and getting to know Ezra a little better. And staying here is much better than paying for accomodations on campus. I'll visit you as soon as Winter break comes around I promise. My studies are going well. I think that my advisor was surprised by my grades the first semester. I hope that means they were good, I'm pretty confident that I did well but I won't be sure until I can see my updated grades. I'll give you a call as soon as I get my grades. Love, Poe

c. 2017 Eric, You're never going to read this letter because you don't deserve all this energy, cheating asshole. Don't let me see your face again any time soon or I might break your nose.

c. 2019 Dear Avi, I'd say you're my other half or my soulmate but that doesn't feel intentional enough. I chose you and I will continue to choose you for as long as you'll let me. I love you deeply and intentionally. I can't wait to start the rest of our lives together. Sleep well, darling, I'll see you in the morning. Your Future Husband, Poe

c. 2021 Dear Eomma, I'm settling back in Seoul finally. I know we talk on the phone quite often but I remember writing letters back and forth when I was a young so I thought it might be fun to send this little update via snail mail. Appa is doing well, the doctors are hopeful that aggressive radiation therapy will deal with the cancer quickly. Hopefully that much is true but it's going to be a while before we know.

In better news, Avi and I are the owners of a sinhanok now! I'll send you pictures once we're moved out of the rental apartment but it reminds so much of the hanok that halmeoni and halabeoji used to own when I was a kid. You can tell Ezra that he's welcome to live with us by the way. I know he had mentioned that he was thinking about moving to Korea. I wouldn't want him to spend any extra money if he does, Seoul is getting quite expensive these days. Love, Poe

[ts-janus-rp-blog]

Logan chuckled some more as virgil got lost in the sauce again. He wasn't going to say anything but it looks like Poe will for him. Even once Virgil snapped out of it, Logan was still giggling and chuckling under his breath. He was giggling so much that his face turned slightly red and he wasn't listening to what they were saying at all. Looks like someone was having fun.

"Yep! It's from a brand called New Beginnings! I'm not too thrilled about the name myself, seems a bit...too cheery if you ask me, but it's cute! Their clothing though is super soft and super cute! But cause of that it's typically on the pricey side. But don't worry!" Patton winked, "I got you covered." Then he giggled softly, "I can see that, deary. I'm afraid if i give you too much of this brand of clothing you may disappear in the clothes and never emerge from them again!"

Logan was just starting to calm down when Virgil asked his question. He sniffled and rubbed the tears from his eyes. "Huh? I think you should try it on! I bet you'll look dashing in it, vee!" Logan petted the polo, "It really is soft... You really like it, don't you?"

Poe looked up when his name was called out, he was currently busy with grabbing Logan's shirt and attempting to chew on it. He really needs a pacifier, doesn't he?

"Yes, actually! They mainly do normal clothes, but they also have a catalog of baby clothes! I think they have a blanket? I'm not sure though, I wasn't looking too well... Let's see!" Patton grinned and motioned for Virgil to come along to the far side of the store with him. "Now, this is all New Beginnings. They're quite popular here, especially during winter and festivals. Let's see... Ah! Here's the baby section too! And look! They have a blanket! There's not much of a selection though, but this blue one is cute!"

HazbinSidesRP-P20-HazbinSidesRP

TW: Rape. Misgendering. Swearing. Blood. Demons. Janus is Valentino.

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"I... I know, vee... I know... But... we're stuck... We can't do anything to help him... It's frustrating but that's our only option... Hm... Remy will probably just fuck Charles if given the opportunity. I think he's done it before, has he, Charles?" Logan glanced over to Charles, who immediately nodded his head, his hands coming down to grip the bottom of his shorts.

"Yeah..." Logan sighed softly. "It's unfortunate. And trust me, I wanna help too but I can't and-" Logan stopped when Charles walked past him to stand before Virgil, and he blinked as Charles took Virgils hand. Huh, he never likes to touch anyone, or even likes it when someone touches him. But...here he is, willingly touching Virgil. Wow.

Charles gave a reassuring nod, and a small smile. Yeah, he's hoping he could too... That would be nice. Though, in the back of his mind, he highly doubted it. But the hope is nice. And... Yeah, he hopes that he won't be too rough on him too. He kept on that smile, even though he knows that's probably not gonna happen. Then he moved his hand up at that question and gave a thumbs up, letting him know that he approves ofb that. He let go of Virgils hands so he could start walking to the door. Before he left though, he turned and waved to all of them. Then he left...

"bye, Charles! Please... Be careful..." Logan sighed once he left, his sorrowful eyes looking up to Virgil. "I feel bad for him..." He hugged Poe, "He has no say in the matter at all... It's not fair..."

[the-little-ewok]

A Little Help

A little help

Poe Dameron X F! Reader

Rating : T

Wordcount : 2900 (ish)

Warnings : None. Just fluff

Summary : Request from Tegan with prompt: “Wait, you think I'm cute?”

Poe brings BB-8 to you every week insisting something is wrong but you can never find anything, His droid is always in perfect condition. But BB-8 has decided his master needs a little help with you…

A/N : Sorry this took a little time to write! I do hope its worth the wait.

GIF banner by the lovely Salome-C

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"It's happened again!" 

Of course it did. You could almost time the commanders visits down to the day now. Always around a week after the last time you've seen him, for far longer than you've been able to keep track. As long as Poe Dameron is on base, you can guarantee that at some point you'll hear him running into your room, asking for your help. 

Putting down the datapad you’ve been working on, you turn to face him, holding the droid safely in his arms, the look of panic in his face softening your annoyance.

"Poe, I've already done everything I can. You really need to get it checked over by someone a bit more experienced. I'm not really a mechanic," you sigh softly as he puts the droid down in front of you on the table, wondering how he manages to carry it and yet still look like it hardly bothers him at all. The only indication it's even slightly heavy is the slight flush of his cheeks. 

"But you fixed him last time?" Poe interrupts your admiration of him, drawing your attention back to the droid now happily beeping and rolling across your table. 

"I didn't do anything but replace a few almost burnt out fuses. None of them would have caused any problems. You know that as well as I do." His face falls as you talk, making you pause in your words. Maker, you can’t stand to see that forlorn look. "But I suppose I can take another look. Maybe run some diagnostics again if you want?"

"Yeah? You don't mind?" Poe breathes, relief evident in his tone. "I've looked him over myself, but there must be something I'm missing. I just don't know how to help. Everyone else is busy. And you know it's…not really important."

You understood the love the pilot had for the little droid, but above all else the resistance came first, which meant he'd been bringing the droid to you to look over, even with your limited experience, because everyone else was caught up preparing for missions. His ability to care, to love even the smallest of things, has always been the most attractive trait of the pilot, which is really in part why you didn't mind him coming to you either. But despite the fact you enjoyed his company, you always wished it was under better circumstances. 

"Ok, lemme help you take another look and we'll try and figure it out together," you reassure him, trying to quell your thumping heart as he suddenly wraps his arms around you to give you a grateful hug.

“You’re the best,” he breathes, letting you go so you can grab your datapad.

He stands by quietly watchful as you re-run the diagnostics on his droid. He doesn't interrupt you, but he hovers far too close, watching your every movement, his hands twitching to help catch the droid every time you move it to unscrew panels or to check the inner workings.  

You almost wish you could find something to explain BB's behaviour, so you could at least fix it and quiet the pilot's worries. But as you finish up your diagnostics and checks, everything comes back exactly the same. His droid was, as always, in perfect condition.

"I don't know what to tell you, Poe. There's nothing wrong with BB that I can find," you shrug, re-checking the diagnostics again. 

"You're absolutely sure? Can you check again?"

You sigh, opening your mouth to explain that running everything again wouldn't change anything, but you pause as he gives you a pleading look. Stars, he needed to stop doing that, and you absolutely needed to stop giving in to him. Steeling yourself, you shake your head at him.

"Poe, I've checked it twice already. I promise there is nothing wrong with -” Your words cut out as the droid gives a series of beeps and a tilt of his head, before spinning around at top speed, beeping and whirring, causing the pilot to hold out his hands to ensure it doesn't fall off the table. Once the droid stops, Poe gives you a worried look. 

"This! This is what keeps happening! Just once a week and then I bring him here, and he’s fine. And then it happens again. There must be something." He runs his hands carefully over the droid, soothing it as one might a child, as you frown at them both, a thought slowly forming in the back of your mind. It starts quiet at first before it grows louder and the more you think about it, the more you start to believe it. 

Putting down your datapad you gently tug Poe’s sleeve to get his attention. 

"Can I have a word? Away from your droid. I think I know what this might be." When he nods, you walk over to the other side of the room, waiting for him as he follows you quietly. He all but drags his feet, shoving his hands deep in his pockets, looking like the world crashed into his shoulders before you’ve even spoken. 

"It's bad news, isn't it? You don't have to pretend it's not. If we know, we can figure out how to fix it. I mean, nothing can be unfixable, right?" His worried look breaks your heart, especially when he bites his lip and glances up to look between you and his droid. 

"Poe, I promise you there is nothing wrong with your droid. Honestly, I don't think I've ever seen one that's better cared for." You take a breath, considering how to phrase your next wording in the most polite way possible. "Do you think maybe…BB is just doing it for attention?" 

To anyone else they might have scoffed at you, told you droids are programs, and they don't have the ability to act out, but Poe looks over at his droid, a frown etched in his brow. BB gives a curious whir in your direction, rolling to the edge of the table to get closer to you both. 

"Why would he do that?" He frowns, turning back to you.

"You've been on a lot of missions lately. Maybe BB's just feeling a little left out of your attention? I think everyone misses you a bit when you're gone." You are sure you can't be the only person that misses his presence, so it's technically not a lie, though you couldn't say for sure. 

"I haven't been gone that often without him. I mean… I guess lately things have been a bit more chaotic. I suppose I have been a bit distracted," he admits, rubbing the back of his neck with a sigh. "So, nothing’s wrong?"

"Nothing I can find. I mean, you really should get someone else to check him over in case I'm wrong, though. Droids aren't my special field." He already knows that, but both of you also already know that unless it's resistance critical, there are still no resources to really help him, even with the respect everyone held for the commander. 

Poe lets out a sigh of relief, the tension easing from his shoulders at your reassurance.  

"No, I think you're right. It makes sense. I haven't been a very good friend lately." 

Your heart gives a sudden painful ache, and you have to stop yourself from throwing your arms around him to hug him. 

"I don't think it's that. You're doing the best you can, and nobody has been a better friend to that droid than you." You settle for patting his arm comfortingly, still biting back the urge to wrap yourself around him, and squeeze him tight for even thinking that about himself. 

"I'm sorry. I feel like we've wasted your time," he apologises. 

"Not at all. I don't mind. But I will get my own back," you wink, before raising your voice loud enough to echo across the room. "So yeah I'll just take it apart, wipe its memory, rebuild it and should be fine then," you shrug loudly with a smile at Poe.

BB-8 gives an alarmed set of beeps, rolling as far away from you as possible to the other end of the table. With a laugh as he walks back, Poe picks him up and sets him carefully on the floor, where he rolls behind his master's legs, peeking out at you. 

"She's not serious, buddy," the pilot reassures softly, "but you gotta stop this now. I know I haven't been able to take you with me lately but -"

BB-8's beeps cut him off mid sentence making the pilot spin on his heel to frown at the droid.

He kneels down to get eye level as you walk back over to them, convinced you must have misheard or mistranslated something. 

"Say that again, buddy?" Poe asks softly. 

Curious to hear a clear answer as well, you crouch down, close enough that his leg is pressed against yours while he kneels beside you. Silently, you curse yourself for misjudging the distance that would be between you when you got down here. You really should move but now, you feel stuck, feeling like it would be as awkward to suddenly move as it would be to stay.

The pilot smells good. Really fucking good. Like starched washing, engine oil and soap. And he's hot, like the warmth a cooling X-Wing engine gives off when you stand too close, just warm enough to be comfortable but borderline that you might overheat if you stay too long…

Swallowing, you try to ignore the flare of prickling heat that creeps up the back of your neck at his closeness. If the lack of distance bothers Poe at all, he makes no indication of it. 

He frowns at the droid as BB-8 repeats his earlier statement, reaching out a hand to rest on its side as he speaks, "Buddy, what do you mean you have to keep coming here until I do it? Until I do what?" 

BB beeps back at him, making your eyes go wide and Poe stiffen next to you. 

"You… you little…we are going to have a serious talk about this." He scolds, pointing a finger at the droid, who gives a series of beeps back in defence. 

Poe turns to you at the same time you turn to him and fuck, he's far too close. The shock of it makes you wobble on your heels, and you're lucky his reflexes are what they are, as his hand shoots out to grab your arm and prevent you falling backwards. He holds you until you're steady, while you hope he can't feel your fluttering pulse through your clothes. His hand on your arm seems to burn through your shirt, sending heat flushing across your skin, before he lets you go, and a strange coldness engulfs you at the lack of touch.

Getting a handle on yourself, you swallow, bringing your attention back to the droid's answers. 

"Did…did your droid just say that he's bringing you here to ask me out?"

"I am so sorry." The pilot apologises sincerely, but there's something in his eyes that you could almost take as thinly veiled amusement. You're not sure how sorry he actually is for his droid’s interference, but maybe he's sorry you found out.

"Do you always get your droid to pick up girls for you?"

"I swear I didn't put him up to this!" Poe protests the moment the words leave your mouth, a blush creeping over his cheeks and lighting up the tips of his ears with red. 

You raise an eyebrow at him, amused at his sudden defence. 

"So you're telling me you think your droid did this all by itself just to get you to talk to a girl?" 

"Yes!" 

"And you're telling me it's seriously been bringing you here every week, so you can ask me out? And you had no idea?"

"Yes!" He confirms, his cheeks growing redder with each passing moment. You aren't sure if he's embarrassed at your teasing, at the thought that you think he put his droid up to it, or the fact his droid decided he needed a little help with getting dates. 

You snort with laughter at the whole situation. 

"Stop laughing about it," Poe laughs, "I swear I did not encourage this in any way! I had nothing to do with this!" 

"Okay," you laugh at his protests, "If you say so, Poe! You've both wasted a lot of my time, you know? You're lucky you're cute, or I might be annoyed."

Oh no. Oh no, you did not just let that slip out. You can feel your own embarrassment prickling at the back of your neck as Poe's eyes light up.  

"Wait, you think I'm cute?" His grin this time is not his usual flyboy flirtation cockiness, but a genuine lopsided goofy smile that's all teeth. Stars, it's the most adorable smile he's ever given you, and you could swear your heart skips more than one beat at the sight. 

"Yeah, well, you both are. You know, together. Just a droid and its dad." You give off what is supposed to be an offhand laugh, and even you can hear the unsure way it comes across from your embarrassment. "Anyway, we were discussing you two."

You try desperately to change the subject back to the droid as BB-8 whirs and beeps happily around you, teasing his master. 

"He was too shy to ask me himself? Now you must have a fried chip I've missed!" You giggle before you glance over at the pilot, who quickly turns his gaze from you back to his droid, his cheeks still flushed pink. "You're not shy."

"I don't think shy is the right word. I just…you're busy, and I'm sure you have better things to do. I was being considerate. There hasn't been a good time to ask. And you might have said no and broken my heart." He gives you a playful wink, and you can't help the smile that curls over your lips in return, as much as you try to suppress it. 

"Well your droid went to all this effort, I think it would be rude not to ask now," you tease him softly. Poe raises his eyebrows before he gets to his feet, holding out his hands in order to help you up. Placing your hands in his, you allow him to pull you to your feet, trying not to allow your breath to stutter at the contact. His fingers are calloused but soft, his grip firm but gentle. And even when you are on your feet, he still doesn't let go of your hands.  

"So, would you consider letting me take you to dinner?" Poe finally asks, the back of his thumb gently caressing the back of your hand. "Maybe tonight?"

"Well, I have a lot of work to catch up on from the last few weeks because I spent a lot of time checking someone's bratty droid," you give BB-8 a pointed look and the droid beeps back at you, letting you know it has zero regrets about that.

"Which was in no way my fault or doing. I am also an entirely innocent party in this and should not be blamed." Poe reminds you with a grin before he lets go of your hands. You suddenly feel lost without the contact, as though without him grounding you here, you could simply float away. "But if you don't want -" 

"I didn't say that," you cut him off with a reassuring smile. "I'm sure I can clear some time for dinner with you tonight." 

"Great!" He gives a cough, curbing his enthusiasm with a quick embarrassed smile. "I mean, that's great. So, 7?"

You nod in confirmation, not trusting your own voice to not come out as a squeal of excitement, and Poe beams at you. 

Leaning over, he presses a quick kiss to your cheek, making heat flare up the back of your neck and across your cheeks. 

"See you tonight then," he grins, walking backwards towards the door, keeping his eyes on you as you bite your lip with a smile. You see it coming seconds before it happens, not giving you enough time to warn him. He turns around to look where he's going and smacks straight into the door frame with a thud.

He groans, stumbling back a little, his hand flying to press against his forehead. 

"Are you-" you start, taking a step towards him, but Poe shakes his head, straightening his jacket. 

"You didn't see that," he laughs at himself, turning around to give you a grin, his cheeks bright red with embarrassment. There is a clear mark forming quickly on his head where he met the frame, and you can't help but giggle.

"I mean even if I didn't see it…still sort of heard it," you laugh as he rubs his head. "Seriously, are you ok?"

"Yeah, don't worry. No getting out of our date. I'll be alright by tonight… and I promise I’ll be more co-ordinated" he winks with a soft laugh. "Right, let me try this again."

When he leaves this time, he turns to watch where he's going, carefully navigating his way around the door frame as his droid beeps at him. You hear his answer floating back down the corridor. 

"You shush, You've caused more than enough trouble." Another series of distant beeps followed by Poe's outraged answer echoing across the halls, "I am not being ungrateful for your help!”

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[pinievsev]

1."I could kiss you right now" with Kent from the serie of wednesday netflix, pretty please? :,3

Ayeee some love for my siren man! Les go!

(had to make my own GIF because I couldn't find one)

(also, there isn't much info on him except for the fact that he is Divina's twin brother, so I'll try my best <3)

POE CUP!

Pairing: Kent (last name unknown) X !gn!seer reader

Seer: a person of supposed supernatural insight who sees visions of the future.

Warnings: swearing, kissing,a little long.

Prompts used: 1. "I could kiss you right now"

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"oh we're so going to win!" Enid cheered as you waited for Wednesday to get dressed outside of the tent "I hope so" you said, you were scared, Bianca always won the poe cup. Enid was really happy to have you and Wednesday on her team, you've never talked to alot of people. Wednesday and Enid happened to see you sitting on your own and Enid wanted to be your friend.

"oh come on, cheer up! With wednesday's ideas, we'll be unstoppable!" You laughed at that and just as you were about to agree Wednesday walked out and Enid gasped in excitement "omg. You look purr-fect" you wheezed at that "hey, Wednesday, where are your whiskers?' you teased, possibly having a death wish. Wednesday glared at you "ask again and you'll be down to eight lives" you nodded akwardly "got it-"

You sat in the canoe, looking around at the other teams. Bianca was glaring at Wednesday who turned her head and told her something you couldn't hear. "let the poe cup begin" you heard Weems say followed by a gunshot and started paddling, "go go go".

Two of the teams were down it was now your team, Bianca's and Xavier's. Wednesday went to get the flag with the others while you stayed back with Enid. She went over to another canoe but you didn't pay attention. You narrowed your eyes looking at the lake, you swore you saw a fin, "what..?" You whispered to yourself. "What?" Enid asked. "Nothing, nothing" she nodded and just then Xavier and his teammates came running back with their flag, Wednesday nowhere in sight. "Shit" you mumbled. Just then. Wednesday made it back "yes okay! Let's go!" You shouted.

You just took down Xavier's team, just as you thought you would win you saw the fin again, and so did Wednesday, "see it?" You whispered to her and she nodded, "thing" she, basically, commanded her... Hand companion who pulled a lever. You had no idea what it did but, you didn't ask.

You did it you won! You were cheering at the finish line. A while later as you were about to leave since barely anyone was there you saw Divina looking at the lake worriedly, you didn't hate her, she didn't do anything to you really, not like Bianca,not to mention you've had a crush on her brother for like, forever. So, you walked up to her and put your hand on her shoulder making her jump "hey, you alright?" You asked and she shook her head "it's nothing" you sighed "I won't tell, what's up?" You assured her. "Fine, well. We had my brother, you know, Kent, take the other teams down underwater, but, he hasn't come back up yet"

Your eyes widened, you knew you had seen something. "Seriously?" She nodded looking at the lake once again, waiting for her brother. Then you remembered, the lever!, Oh god what had Wednesday done! "Can you not go look for him?" You asked and she shook her head "no I-" you put your hands up "it's ok, you don't have to explain yourself, uhm" just then you saw thing running up to you, "thing!" You yelled, "what are you doing here?" Turns out Enid was worried about you and sent thing to find you, "okay, I need a really big favour" thing gave you a thumbs up "great, okay, could you go underwater and look for anyone trapped perhaps" giving you a thumbs up again thing ran to the water and jumped in.

A couple of minutes later, you were trying to reassure Divina, who had started to panic when you heard something coming form the lake, you turned your head and saw Kent and thing climbing on the dock. Both you and Divina ran up to them and she hugged her brother "oh thank god" she turned to you "thank you! Seriously!" You were surprised, you've never seen her look so vulnerable "it's no problem, you should be thanking thing" she looked at thing weirdly "or not-" you laughed "what the hell?!" You heard from behind Divina, she moved a bit and you saw Kent glaring at you "what was that?" "What was what?" You asked "the fucking net?!" Your eyes widened "a net?!" He nodded confused, "yeah-?" You shook your head "I had absolutely no idea- seriously" Divina then perked up "I'll go get your shirt" she laughed realising her brother had been half naked the whole time.

Realising that yourself you blushed, looking away hoping he wouldn't see you. Divina ran off and you just stayed there staring at, nothing in particular when you felt something scratch your leg "ow, what the fuck, what?" You looked down at thing who pointed behind you. You turned around only to see Kent staring at you. "Yes-?" You asked confused "you send the hand down there didn't you?" He asked "yeah, I did" he took a step forward "why?.." you had alot of reasons "Divina was having a panic attack, I couldn't just leave her alone here" that wasn't entirely a lie, but you weren't going to confess to him. "Seriously? That's all" he asked lifting an eyebrow "yeah.." you took a step back forgetting you were at the docks "WHOA-" you fell back and in the water, you looked up to see Kent doubled over laughing, 'what is taking her so long?' you thought.

"some help would be real nice" he sighed, wiping away fake tears "okay, okay here" he reached down to help you out but you pulled him in instead "OI, WHAT THE FUCK?" now it was your turn to laugh "payback for laughing at me" your cheeks hurt from laughing, you closed your eyes trying to calm yourself down, when you opened them again, you were greeted by Kent once again staring at you "what?" He smirked at you "I could kiss you right now..." He admitted, you blushed and looked away again, "why don't you?" You mumbled, but to your dismay he heard.

"good question, why don't I?" He reached out to you, pulling you closer, you had forgotten you were still in the water "should I?" He asked and you gulped, not answering "I'll take that as a yes" he smirked again and pulled you even closer one hand on your cheeks the other around your waist and kissed you, it took you a second to realise what was happening and when he was about to pull away you pulled him back in, you could feel him smiling against your lips, and when you finally pulled back you smiled, like him, not a smirk this time, it was a genuine smile, "I'm guessing that means you'll go on a date with me yes?" You nodded "yeah" "good" he pulled you back in when "OH MY GOD EW, SERIOUSLY?" you heard Divina and your eyes widened, and you turned around to see her holding Kent's shirt. Rushing you climbed back on the dock looking down at yourself, good thing you hadn't changed yet.

You heard Kent laughing at you, probably for getting so flustered "shut up" you yelled making him laugh even more.

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Eye! I have 10 more requests to write so I'll get it that! Hope you liked it! It was a little hard to write but I did it!!

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[nian-7]

Hehehe surprise request!!

helloo yugenn :]] could I request an Albedo, Poe, Heizou, and Kunikida, who’s S/O gn!reader often bites the skin near their nails (if you what I mean - if needed I’ll explain once you’re on your computer and see this! ) sometimes they bite a bit too much which causes it to bleed- leading to using up bandaids almost everyday cause they struggle to stop themselves from biting. They try to help their S/O by maybe giving them something to fidget with? Or something to distract them?? Whatever you can think of

Thank you ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

(If you can see the time on this request then — no you don’t.)

hii mon! i know what you mean so no worries, please enjoy!

Albedo, Poe, Heizou, Kunikida x gender neutral!reader when their s/o bites the skin by their nails hurt comfort, blood mentioned

-Albedo didn't think much of it at first, he thought it was just a nervous habit that you did. He does often remind you not to do that too often since it could hurt you.

-He always does offer if he can help you break the habit and tries his best to think of something to distract you from the biting. Probably would make you a little fidget thing that you could use instead.

-Always bandages your fingers up at the end of the day. Reminds you to change the bandages to clean ones so you don't get an infection either.

-" Make sure you change the bandaid regularly, it could get infected if you don't. "

-Heizou already knew even if you had never done it around him. He can tell and he doesn't like it when you do. Seeing you have your fingers all bandaged up makes him feel a bit bad.

-He tries his best to distract you with fun things as well. Going out on an investigation with him, walking around Narukami, going to eat somewhere, whatever he can think of.

-He will purposely hold your hand so you at least can't attempt to bite at one hand. He'll also switch sides to hold your other hand to make you stop biting it.

-" C'mon, let's go for a walk! I saw something cool last time we went and I wanna try to find it again! "

-You gave Poe a heart attack when he first saw your fingers bleeding while you put bandaids on them. The poor guy fretted over you, thinking something had happened.

-He worries about you, telling you that you shouldn't do that because he honestly thought you were going to bleed out. (he was overreacting a little bit).

-Poe would let you hold Karl and play with him as long as it distracts you from biting. He also sets aside time to sit with you and Karl, it's honestly like a little family.

-" Nonono! Don't do that, you'll bleed! Hold Karl, okay? "

-He honestly scolds you a little for it. He tells you how you shouldn't do that because it could get an infection from the continuous biting on an open cut.

-He does tell you to use bandaids on them so you have a lesser chance to keep biting them. Kunikida does care about you but sometimes just finds it a bit hard to vocalize.

-Kunikida does lose his temper (not terribly) when he sees you haven't bandaged up and often tells Yosano to take care of your fingers with ointment so they heal faster.

-" Goodness- Yosano, (name) needs another bandaid for their finger! "

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

[anapotatowriter]

Omg I LOVE you and ur writing!!! Can you write an edmund pevensie x reader in modern au like where he is a new student at school....something like that...I trust you

Thanks <3333

Sweet endings

Edmund Pevensie x reader A/N: Hello, lovey! Hope you are doing amazing! I am so happy you like my work, love ya too babes~ Anyway, I finally get to some academic stuff! I am making this academic rivals to lovers with a fluffy ending, and I hope you like it! If you want me to change anything, feel free to ask! I also may have projected what I desperately needed some time back, cause boards~ Summary: Y/N has been an overachiever her whole life. However, when a new student named Edmund Pevensie joins their year and beats her on a test, she swears she won't rest until she defeats him once and for all. But, in times of trouble, one takes what they can get. Contains: Swearing, mentions of food, lots of stuff about studies, anxiety, stress, all-nighters, and an anxiety attack. The panic attack is based on my own experience and is not representative of all other forms of panic or anxiety attacks. If you need help, reach out to loved ones, or feel free to message me, my inbox is always open. Requested: Yopsies!

"I cannot believe it, Y/N... 100%? Again?" gasped my best friend with a huge smile. I breathed deeply, having just run down the school corridor, waving my exam paper like a maniac to show it to her. "I am so happy!" I squealed, making people glance my way weirdly. "Oh, shove off! I have the right to celebrate," I scowled, making everyone turn away just as quickly. "I am so happy for you," she squealed, both of us jumping up and down, hands intertwined together. Just then, the warning bell rang for our second class of the day. I looped my elbow with her and pulled her along to English Literature, giddy with excitement for my favorite class. "There is a new kid at school," she mentioned, and I hummed. "When did you see him? It's just second period?" I asked, and she gave me her devious smirk that made me sigh and roll my eyes. "Bunked," she and I said in unison as we took a turn to the next corridor. "He's cute, in like a nerdy way. He gave me Mike Ross vibes, but like more dorky... dark hair, fair skin, a bit taller than you," she mentioned as we reached our English class. 

"Good morning Professor," I said, smiling at the teacher. "Good morning Ms. L/N! Nice to see you this morning... I hope to hear your thoughtful insight for our essay task today!" he said, smiling warmly at me as I took a seat at the absolute front of the class. "Nerd," whispered Y/B/F/N in my ear as she winked at me jokingly before plopping down in one of the last seats. I turned to her and pointedly rolled my eyes, making her chuckle. "So students, today we are having an essay writing task!" exclaimed the Professor, rubbing his hands together and grinning. Some groans could be heard through the classroom, but a small smile lit up my face. "I want you all to analyze one of my favorite stories... The tell-tale Heart, by Edgar Allen Poe! I will give you 15 minutes to read the story before we begin the task. You will have 30 minutes," he said before sitting down. I opened my laptop and found the story he had sent us through the mail. I opened the PDF and scanned the horror story, making quick mental notes in my mind. "And your time starts... NOW!" he exclaimed. I immediately started typing furiously, analyzing the text as extensively as possible before the time ran out. I soon submitted my report, anxiously biting my thumbnail before pressing submit. "Y/N, don't worry! You'll do the best in grade, as usual," sighed my friend as she clapped her hands on my shoulders, but the feeling of anxiety didn't wash over. 

"Dude, we have a break, stop stressing about school," groaned Y/B/F/N as my knee moved up and down. "I submitted the Biology task, Organic Chem lab experiment is done, I finished my extra credit for French, and that English essay this morning... I just hope I do well in those," I sighed, picking at the school lunch with a scowl on my face as the chatter of students filled the cafeteria. "Babes, believe me, you are the most intelligent kid in our grade. You will do amazing," she said, kicking her feet up to rest on one of the other chairs. "You're right," I sighed, stuffing the last of the food in my mouth before dumping the plate in the required place. 

"God, why is tenth grade so much harder than all the others?" protested Y/B/F/N as we walked out of the cafeteria to the school grounds. "Well, that's how school works, idiot. Grades get harder as you get older," I said, plopping down under a tree, Y/B/F/N following suit. "Send me back to second grade, I'll absolutely destroy those kids," huffed Y/B/F/N, blowing at the strand of hair on her face until it flew away from her eyes. "Hey, is that the new kid?" I asked, pointing at a kid who matched the description she had given. "Oh yeah! That's him. His name is Edmund something, I think?" she said, toying with the ends of her hair. "Hey, he's kinda cute... He kinda looks like a character out of a book. I think I saw him in English," I said, leaning my head against my friend's shoulder and closing my eyes. "Anyway, I'm gonna go to class now, before I fall asleep," I said, yawning before pushing my hands against the ground and standing up. "Y/N, if you're tired, you can skip one class and catch up on sleep," said Y/B/F/N, her eyebrows furrowing in concern. "It's fine! I'll last the day, and I swear I'll take a nap in the evening," I said, smiling at her as I walked backward, my hands raised. 

When I reached home, I immediately brought out all the homework due and started working on it, spending well over two hours perfecting the tasks before placing the work in my bag. I then pulled out my laptop and began revising for the exams, the 31 days seeming to be too little time for the portion we had. "Y/N, you need to eat," said my mom, forcibly placing a plate of food which I ate absent-mindedly as I read through genetic modification for Biology. I stifled a yawn with the back of my hand and glanced at the clock, making my eyes widen. It was midnight already! I immediately packed up all my work and went to be, exhausted beyond measure.

The week that followed seemed to follow a similar pattern. My eyes became droopier and droopier, and classes seemed longer and longer as the exams came closer. "Y/N," said a voice, making me glance up from the floor, Y/B/F/N's face coming into view. "You barely pay me any attention babes! You really need sleep, the dark circles look like a part of your face," she joked, just as I yawned. "I can sleep when I'm dead," I muttered, trailing sluggishly to English. "We're getting our essay task results today! Come on, Y/N, cheer up," said my friend, immediately making me perk up. English was one of the subjects which I loved wholeheartedly, and I was always excited to learn from our professor. 

"So students, I was pleasantly surprised to see all of your work! There has been tremendous improvement in the last 2 months! I believe that you are all getting closer to your potential. I am sure you all will perform just as well in your Half Yearly exams!" exclaimed the professor, rubbing his hands excitedly. "Now, who's the first place? Any guesses, anyone?" he asked, glancing at the whole class. I could feel everyone's eyes on me, and my back straightened up, a small smile growing on my face. "It's Edmund Pevensie with a whopping 98! After that, we have Y/N L/N with a 96, and Anthony Bridgerton (A/N: I can't believe I did this) with an 89! Well done, you three, your perspectives on the short story were incredibly brilliant," he said, smiling at me and the other two. Anger boiled in my blood as I glared at Edmund, who had a self-satisfied smirk on his face. I ignored the burning feeling in my eyes and made a vow to myself. I would be the best, whatever it took. "Well done, Y/N!" said Y/B/F/N as soon as class got over. "No, not well done. I am gonna beat Edmund Pevensie if it's the last thing I do," I growled, glaring at his retreating figure.

After two sleepless nights and long hours of studying, I scored 5 marks higher than Edmund in the next English task. This time, as I smiled proudly, I glanced at Edmund. He was glaring at me, his dark brown eyes glowering at me with a scary intensity. I smirked at him smugly, making him clench his fist and grit his teeth. "What the fuck is your problem, L/N?" asked Edmund as I put my books in my locker. "What are you talking about?" I asked, feigning innocence which just made him angrier. "Believe me when I say this, L/N, but I will beat you, no matter what it takes," he said, glaring at me and stomping away. "We'll see about that, Pevensie," I called out as he strode away. 

"Professor, I think that the positioning of the characters in the scene is a big representation of the familial bonds between everyone," I said, as we discussed the opening scene of the play 'An Inspector Calls'. "The man and woman of the house are seated opposite one another, showing their lack of affection. On the other hand, the engaged couple is seated together at the center of the table. The brother seems to have a better connection with alcohol, apparently," I shrugged, making the professor chuckle a bit. "Well, I think that the furniture depicts more about the family than their positioning around the dining table," butted in Edmund, as I immediately turned to glare at him. "The use of pink lighting shows an artificial sense of warmth and familiarity, to show how the family seems happy in the eyes of strangers but isn't actually what it seems to be. The furniture is very luxurious but not homely, depicting the value money holds to Mr. and Mrs. Birling," he said, grinning triumphantly and throwing a mocking smile at me when the teacher nodded at his comments. "Both of you bring up incredibly perceptive points!" exclaimed the professor, making me flip Edmund off under the desk in victory. He rolled his eyes and turned back to the professor, who had begun to give some final points for our seen passage essay questions. The bell rang loudly, marking the end of school before our half-yearly exams. "Thank you, students! I hope you will all do well in your exams, and I will see you next year," he smiled warmly as everyone shuffled out of the room, Y/B/F/N and I walking out together. "Best of luck, doll," she said as I slung my bag on my shoulders. "Yeah, best of luck dealing with me being the best, as usual," said Edmund as he walked by, a sarcastic smile on his face. "Fuck off, Pevensie. We all know I am better than you," I said, pulling Y/B/F/N away from the irritating boy. "We'll see about that," he smirked, leaving the both of us alone. 

I yawned again as I flipped through my notes, continuously glancing at the clock that seemed to slip away like sand between fingers. "Dude, stop stressing! You stressed for every exam before this, and you said you did fine in all of them," said Y/B/F/N, trying to divert my attention away from the arriving English exam. "What if this is the exam I don't stress for and I mess up?" I gasped the anxiety that had been building up throughout the exams at its breaking point. The all-nighter seemed to catch up with me as my vision blurred around the edges. "Just chill, as I do," she said, plopping down and leaning against one of the lockers, not even bothering with last-minute revision. "I'll just be a minute," I said, tucking my notebook under my arm and walking quickly towards the bathroom. I immediately entered the bathroom to face the sinks, placing my notebook aside to splash some water on my face. I clutched the rim of the basin harshly between my hands as I looked at my reflection. There were dark circles and deep bags under my eyes, and a stress wrinkle seemed to have developed on my forehead from the small crease of concentration. My baby hair had left the tight ponytail I had tied, making me look like a mad scientist (if possible). "Don't stress, calm down," I hummed aloud in the secluded bathroom, trying to slow down the anxious beating of my heart. I breathed in, and slowly released my breath through pursed lips, trying to slow my breathing. I picked up my notebook and flipped to the last page I was reading. "Okay, you know this," I told myself, trying to gain enough confidence before the thirty minutes to the exam ticked away. "You'll be fine, it's all good," I continued to tell myself, my pacing echoing in the otherwise silent bathroom. I closed the notebook and tried to remember all that was written on the page. 

"Fuck," I yelled, slamming the book against my forehead in exasperation. "I'm going to fail," I panicked, the last hopes of a good exam jumping out of the window as I leaned against the bathroom wall. Tears welled in my eyes as my knees gave in, and I sat on the ground. I tried to breathe and calm down, but all I could muster were shallow gasps as my shoulders slouched forward. I felt nauseous and lightheaded as I tried harder and harder to breathe, failing at the easy task. My vision blurred, and dark spots danced around the room, sweat beading at the nape of my neck. The door creaked open, but I didn't hear it over the tidal wave of negative thoughts fluttering through my mind. The room seemed to be spinning, and I pushed the palms of my hands against my ears, trying to drown out the insisting whispers that discouraged me further. "Y/N?" asked a voice, making me look up to see him. Pevensie.

I continued to breathe frantically, my heartbeat picking up to the point where it felt like I was going to die. "Shit," I heard the boy mutter as he looked over my disheveled state. "Okay, Y/N, I want you to focus on me, and me only okay?" he said, and I nodded minutely in understanding. "Good, now count backward from 100 in threes out loud, with me, okay? 100, 97," he said, and I shuddered before whispering the numbers as best as I could. "You're doing amazing, Y/N. Now, I want you to breathe with me, okay? And in," he said, and I slowly breathed in, the action making my chest hurt, my shoulders shuddering from the labored breathing. "And out, come on now," he said, and I slowly related the air. "In and out," he continued to say, as the directions became easier to follow. 

As my erratic breathing assumed some form of normalcy, he asked, "Is it fine if I approach you now?" "Yeah," I croaked out, my raspy breathing having made my throat a bit sore. "Thank you," he said appreciatively, sitting down next to me. "What the fuck happened? And how much time before the exam, I need to study!" I said hoarsely, the stress for the upcoming exam building up again. "You have time, Y/N. But, what is more, important is that you had an anxiety attack. And from what I can tell, you're not only stressed but sleep-deprived and dehydrated," he said, trying to explain to me what I had experienced. "I am not going to create castles in the air and promise you that everything will be alright, or tell you to just calm down since it's honestly not that simple. But Y/N, you have to realize that these exams don't determine your life. They are a small fragment of what makes you you. From what I have seen, you're ambitious, brave, friendly, loyal, upstanding, and curious to a fault. You are special, and a piece of paper that standardizes testing isn't a measure of your worth in any shape, way, or form. That was one of the reasons it was fun to challenge you since you were so much more than books and cleverness," he said softly, his caramel brown eyes twinkling with honestly. "So, what I want you to do is go into that exam room as the brave Y/N that I know, and after that, we go buy ice cream," he offered, holding out his hand for a handshake. "Deal," I said, shaking his hand firmly, a small smile on both of our faces as we sat on the bathroom floor, a truce and pact of friendship, that would later develop into something more.

[nincompoopydoo]

LOVE IS STRANGE

PAIRING: Poe Dameron x reader WORD COUNT: 1.9k SUMMARY: The union of Ireca and Mohash may seem a typical cliche of love in comparison to your depressingly lonely state, but when a certain poster boy pilot emerges during the celebration, you wonder if love works in other underlying ways. A/N: I found this in my google docs, first written about a year ago. so, wohoo i present to you my first ever poe dameron content, i think? he's so charming and carelessly beautiful. please leave a comment and tell me what you think or what else you'll like to see from me 💖 gif by @john-seed from this gifst WARNINGS: mentions of alcohol and getting drunk, space swearing. support my writing through ko-fi💖 MASTERLIST

Love is strange. Delicate yet fierce. So forceful that it manages to seep through the cracks created by bombs and gunfire of war. Unexpected at times, appearing out of nowhere. Yet, it’s beautiful because it brings those with beautiful hearts and minds together, entangled in the constant dance of intimacy and devotion.

It’s what Ireca and Mohash have.

Ireca was from the Logistic division, a mechanic herself and your colleague. She was to be married to her long-time lover, Mohash, a flight engineer for the Cobalt Squadron. As far as cliches go, wartime love falls along the lines of a romance cliche. Yet, war was all you’ve known. It’s what everyone has ever known. It’s common to develop some kind of a feeling other than the constant emotions during battle—fondness, the feeling of falling in love with someone. It’s truly what we stay alive for.

Maybe that’s why you hate it so much. The absence of the feeling that everyone describes as so fucking amazing that it completes you. You feel empty most of the time. It’s definitely the reason why you put all your effort into fixing things you can rather than complicated problems and issues that continue to reside in your mind, especially in the wake of midnight.

You find yourself sitting by the makeshift bar, tucked away from the crowd of friends and colleagues. There’s music playing, the sound of drums, and the seven-string hallikset reminds you of your brief visit to Naboo three cycles ago. You’re nursing a warm cup of something that tastes closer to acid water than alcohol.

Ireca emerges from the crowd with flowers in her braided hair. She approaches you with a bright smile and calls out your name wistfully. You shoot a strained smile her way, feeling the bags under your eyes weigh a little more. “What are you doing here all by yourself, huh?” she asks, leaning against the bar with a gentle pat on your shoulder.

“I’m just really tired. Last night was rough. Plus, I’m behind schedule.” you sighed heavily, running your fingers through your hair. She flashed you a smile of sympathy as you continued, “I’m sorry, Ireca. Don’t let me ruin your night. Go, have fun.”

She raises an eyebrow as you take another sip from your cup.

"Go. I'm sure you don't want to miss Mohash's special performance." You gesture to a drunk Mohash, who seemed to be searching for the woman. Ireca merely laughed. "Oh, it sure is going to be special." With a gentle touch to your back and wave, you watch her make her way into the swarm of bodies. You're left alone once again.

You’re still trying to figure out how Mohash even got hold of any sort of alcohol and managed to smuggle it into the base. Someone must have nicked it during one of the previous missions in the Mid Rim.

You rub your eyes, half-awake at this point; your cup is placed beside you as you rest your head against your folded arms on the table. Your mind is in a daze and incapable of irrational thought, deciding it would be best to just camp out here, by the makeshift bar, for the night. You were too tired to drag yourself all the way to your quarters, which felt like miles away, in the first place.

As sleep began to weigh heavy upon your eyelids, you suddenly felt a sharp tap on your shoulder. A soft groan escaped your lips as you shifted your head, still resting on your arms, just enough to peek at your sleep intruder.

It’s Poe Dameron. Commander and Black Leader. Incredibly talented, confident, and effortlessly handsome.

Ugh, you hate this guy.

Yet, you don’t feel so tired anymore.

“Are you drunk?” There’s amusement in his voice with a tinge of mockery. It made you realize the stun you were pulling. Classic Dameron. It was supposed to be a happy ceremony, but it was truly Ireca’s fault for manipulating you into coming tonight. Parties, events, and social gatherings were never right up your alley. You prefer spending time with machinery and your greasy hands.

Poe’s eyes are gleaming under the fluorescent lights, filled with concern, but you spot the smugness in his emerging smile. A flash of a thought, you kind of want to feel his lips on yours. The image immediately stings. You want to gag.

Poe is irritating, arrogant, and careless. Not charming. Nope, definitely not charming.

You straighten yourself, trying to shake off the burning image, shoving it to the back of your head. You lift your head, propping your elbow on the table and resting your chin on the heel of your hand. “You actually think I’ll even touch that bantha shit?”

Tearing your eyes away from Poe, you reach for your cup only to realize it was empty. He casts you a look. Your eyes shoot daggers with an extended pointer finger his way, “Don’t you dare say anything, flyboy.”

Poe raises his palms in defense, lips pursing. “Wasn’t going to.”

You catch a glimmer of mischief in his eyes, one hand discreetly reaching under his tawny leather jacket. Then, a bottle of Corellian whiskey emerges, shining under the lights of the Resistance hangar. Your face lights up at the recognition of the bottle, memories of your rare trips to Corellia, sharing whiskey drinks with your colleagues. It was the only planet you’d been to ever since you joined the Resistance.

You’ve only tasted Corellian whiskey once because of how expensive it is. You’ll happily get drunk to that in a heartbeat. Drink the worry and sorrow away with the lingering taste of frankly exorbitant whiskey.

Like a child with grabby hands, you reach for the bottle, but as your fingers brush his, Poe quickly lifts it to the air and away from you. He smacks your hand away. You whine, feeling a little lightheaded. The contents of the mysterious drink are starting to kick in.

What the blinkin' mradhe muck was in that drink?

“What do you want from me? It’s not like I have a drinking problem.”

He’s giving you that look like he’s judging you, but with a hint of amusement at the slight tug of the corner of his mouth. “You definitely have a drinking problem, but... i'll let you drink this on one condition.”

“For kriff’s sake,” you mutter, rolling your eyes, glancing away. “I’m not doing any weird wacky favors for you, Dameron.”

He scoffs, expression bewildered. “Hey, I don’t ask for weird wacky favors,” He articulates his words with a defensive tone, index finger stretched to your face. You simply smack it away as Poe clicks his tongue and continues to clarify his proposition. “All I’m asking is for you to fix my ship.”

Your wide-eyed gaze flies to him, shaking your head furiously. “Oh, no, no. No. Never in a million cycles. Never in a million millennials. Nuh-uh—”

“Hey, quit being dramatic. It’s a simple job.”

Your eyes grow even wider, voice raising. “A simple job? You fly that ship of yours like we have hundreds of spare ones. I’m not putting all my time and effort into fixing a lost cause.”

“But you haven’t even—”

“No. I’m not fixing your ship, and that’s final.”

Poe blinks and you’re back to fussing over your empty cup. The chatter of the crowd grows louder as a group of pilots of the Cobalt Squadron began rendering verses of an unknown traditional drinking song to your ears. You steal a look to only find Ireca and Mohash amidst a dance, tangled in each other's arms.

He eyes closely, noticing the turn of your lips, trained eyes deem melancholy. He knows the face of a loner very well—usually recruits with lost family and homes. They enlist in a mass community of freedom fighters for the restoration of good in the universe, and to finally feel a sense of familiarity and belonging. He doesn’t know much about you but he knows you don’t truly have anyone to depend on but yourself. It’s the reason why you’re constantly fierce.

Poe clears his throat, shifting closer to you as he watches the way you carry your gradual gaze to hold his. They then flit to the space between the two of you, raised eyebrows acknowledging the weird close proximity of his presence to yours.

“Look, you’re the best mechanic there ever was and probably ever will be. So, fix my ship, and you get to have this Corellian beauty. All of it.” He sways the bottle in the air, but you don’t look at it.

“You know, that’s bribery.”

“Yes, and it’s working.”

You scoff. “No, it isn’t.”

Poe laughs. “Yes, it is. I can see it in your eyes.”

Another scoff, you look fully aggravated. “How dense do you think I am?”

“Oh, very, but let’s not get into that.”

Bickering was the only language the two of you spoke fluently when you found yourselves tangled in a conversation with one another. Thrown insults were spoken lies—saying you hate each other when you know that isn’t true. Well, at least you don’t mean it and you hoped Poe didn’t either.

You’re exhausted, physically and mentally. For once, kindness and acceptance seem to be the easiest route.

A sigh passes your lips as you blink up to the ceiling, sending a silent prayer for blessings from the Maker above. “You’re right. I am dense. Truly dense. So, yeah. Okay. I’ll fix that stupid X-Wing of yours.”

Poe blinks, dumbfounded. “Wait, really?”

With a roll of your eyes, they meet his very own wide ones. “Yes, really. Only because you complimented me. Now, hand me that Corellian whiskey before I change my mind.”

He then makes a sound that resonates between a cough and a pleasantly surprised laugh, eyes crinkling with delight. Poe happily and absentmindedly passes the whiskey to you, still reacting like your agreement is some sort of object of ridicule in the best way possible.

“Wow—Maker, you have no idea what kind of trouble you’re saving me from. If the General ever found out—man, pfft. Thank you. Thank you so much—”

A swift and unexpected motion, he is reaching you, palms clasp and either side of your face, and plants a quick peck on the side of your left temple.

Poe isn’t thinking straight.

There you are, mid-swig, lips so close to the rim of the bottle with eyes so wide. You steal a steady glance at the pilot whose expression seems to reflect yours. His hands are still on your cheeks. He’s unbelievably close to you and he’s staring with that stupid look of his.

‘Maker, preserve me.’

A cheer erupts from the crowd from across the space and just like that, the moment is gone. Whatever the moment even was. His touch is no longer on yours and his gaze shifting away.

The tension, however, is still very present.

You finally take a swig of the whiskey, wanting to ease the sudden tightness in your chest. You hum at the stinging sensation on your tongue. You catch a glimpse of Poe from the corner of your eye who busies himself with tapping his fingers nervously against the surface of the bar.

Then, in an awkward motion, you stretch your arm to him, offering the drink.

A beat. His gaze shifts between you and your hand. When he finally gives in, a smile curves upon his lips, fingers brushing against yours. They’re delicate and you smile at him. It's small, but it makes his heart skip a beat and you wonder to yourself about the strangeness of love.

[dokueshi]

𝐀𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐏𝐨𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐀𝐔

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: sorry for delaying posting again. but I started going to a new school which is huge and I don't know anybody there and it stresses me out a lot. ╥﹏╥ however, I hope everything will be fine soon. and I also hope yall better than me. <3

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: @ravenina14

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mention of kidnapping and a hired killer, but nothing bloody.

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𝐀𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞

☾︎ Annoyed. That's a good word for his feelings.

☾︎ Soulmates irritate him, he doesn't think he'll ever need a soulmate, it will be just unnecessary ballast, besides Dazai has never been in a serious relationship and has become strong so why would he be different?

☾︎ and he never thought that he would ever meet his chosen one.

☾︎ But hey! he was wrong, bc one day he got a message from an anonymous sender that his soulmate was in danger, giving him the location.

☾︎ Did he want to go there? no, because he didn't care. But a small part of him yes, because he wanted to know if his soul mate was strong.

☾︎ He didn't want to go, but at Gin's persuasion, he agreed and went to "check" you out. And, oh god, if only you could see his face when he saw you.

☾︎ (Y/n) (L/n) - detective of the Armed Detective Agency, was kidnapped by the foreign mafia who fought the Port Mafia. You turned out to be his soul mate.

☾︎ He had heard your name before, but he wasn't interested in you because you were weak. You were a bit above average, but for him it wasn't impressive.

☾︎ Knowing this, he decided to save you, and he did it very quickly. He got rid of the enemies and took you safely to the port.

☾︎ You asked him several times why he helped you, he always replied by saying how weak you are. (ofc).

☾︎ Honestly? He wasn't happy, but at least you weren't as annoying as the rest of the Agency and Port Mafia, so he gave you a few weeks to show him what you can do. (of course you didn't know anything).

☾︎ These few weeks have been the hardest weeks of your life. All the days, Akutagawa caused you problems, he always wanted you to get a mission in which he was involved, and when someone else from the agency did it, he lost interest and stopped doing it for a short time to come back with redoubled strength.

☾︎ Like, damn, he even sent a paid killer to see if you can handle him.

☾︎ But yeah, you won't believe what happened next! Aku accepted you,he thought you were strong enough to be in his presence.

☾︎ And don't worry, it's not the end, Aku will gradually reduce if you can deal with stronger opponents, and when you are on the right level, maybe he will be more interested in you.

☾︎ Akutagawa is introverted so please be patient, he's cold and gloomy but when he trusts you and shows his inner self, you'll have a soulmate who will give his life for you.

"𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦"

𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐏𝐨𝐞

☾︎ He had heard of soulmates before, and even found it a bit romantic, but as everyone knows, he prefers crime stories.

☾︎ Just like Aku, he didn't think he would ever find his soul mate.

☾︎ So what was his surprise when one evening while he was writing his new novel, he felt a strange tickling on his eyelids. At first he thought it was his long fringe, but as the tickling continued, even as he curled up it, he got scared.

☾︎ He ran scared to the bathroom and looked at two equal lines of eyeliner on his eyelids, it was... at least weird.

☾︎ He'd heard that some soul mates might have the same marks on their bodies etc, but he didn't think it worked with makeup too. He didn't know who to ask for help, and if anyone could help him.

☾︎ So he had no choice but to ignore it, it wasn't that hard as his hair covered most of the makeup, but there was a problem when you were painting your lips.

☾︎ Poe has a mood swing, so when he found out that he had a soul mate he was first happy to find someone to understand him, then he was unsure because he had doubts that you might not like him, and then he was determined to find you.

☾︎ So he gave up writing novel so that he would have plenty of time to research. He even asked Ranpo for help, but he refused him, saying that he should do it because you are his soulmate.

☾︎ It motivated him, but after months of searching for you, he lost that motivation, he was really sad and everyone saw it.

☾︎ He wanted to rest for a moment and calm his mind, for this he went for a walk in the park and sat down on one of the empty benches away from people.

☾︎ Suddenly a young, shorter woman sat down next to our favorite writer. She was pretty, but Poe caught the eye of her makeup. He was similar to the one he was wearing now.

☾︎ It wouldn't be weird, a lot of women could do this makeup, but everything seemed the same.

☾︎ There was a good chance it was her! His soulmate showed up to him after such a long time! He couldn't just let her go! He wanted to impress her, so he decided to play someone confident.

☾︎ And it was a bit successful, but after a while the brave mask began to disappear and show the real Poe. But it didn't bother anyone, the conversation was nice and calm, comforting. Poe has never felt as good as now.

☾︎ He was already sure you were his soulmate.

☾︎ Poe had mood swings from time to time during the conversation as well, but you didn't pay attention to it, it was especially lovely when he bragged about beating "the best detective" and turned into a blushing mess when you complimented him.

☾︎ You don't even realize how happy he was when you gave him your phone number and asked for another appointment.in short his heart danced macarena

☾︎ He has never dated a girl so he was glad that you would be the first one, the more that you were his soulmate and it was nice to talk to you.

☾︎ Poe may sometimes act cold and confident, but he's actually a shy and insecure guy who needs support and love just like everyone else, so please take care of him.

"𝐌𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭!"

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[p-antomime]

kiki ... do u have any writing tips ??? cuz i feel like my writing is shit and basic 😭😭😭

mhm, i have a lot tbh.

first of all, you need to know that: there is no such thing as talent in writing. you're not born knowing how or what to write, so, therefore, you need to take it easy to improve your writing, 'kay? no Edgar Allan Poe or Clarice Lispector is born overnight!

having said this, my first tip is: understand where your weakest writing points are, for example:

Is it in the dialogues? is it in the character description? is it in the description of places? is it in the passage of feelings and/or emotions?

if it is the second or third case, try to write at least the basic characteristics of your characters IN A BASIC MANNER first and then you go 'stuffing' it, y'know?

for example:

"she was a girl with brown skin, brown eyes and blonde hair" (a hypothetical character!)

and then, already 'stuffing' it, it would be like:

"she was a young girl whose skin was brown and made people wonder if she had come straight off the beach, eyes so brownish they looked like they were made of coffee or chocolate, but not milk chocolate because they had a bitter glow, blonde hair that made almost everyone remember the Olympic laurel crown."

see the difference?

anyway, if your problem is with the dialogs, try first to write 'em in a more formal way, as if you were the character and he was talking to a boss or a person in some higher position than him, AND ONLY THEN you adapt it to the situation you are narrating taking into account who the character is talking to (for example: friend, mother, boyfriend, roommate, etc).

now, another tip is: use and abuse figures of speech.

for example: synesthesia, catachresis, euphemism and antithesis. (don't worry, I'll explain them all to you)

going in parts here, I'll start with synaesthesia, which is nothing more than the use of words that refer to different sensory orders of the human body, here are some examples:

"Every time I stuck my nose in her neck, a perfume rose into my nostrils that tasted of longing and smelled of affection"

catachresis is a figure of speech that refers to the use of a term outside its original context to name, in a figurative way, something that does not have a specific name, for example: "oil thread".

and euphemism is a figure of speech that we use to make heavy subjects lighter, for example: to say that a dead puppy 'became a star' or 'went to heaven' or 'is resting'.

and antithesis (my favorite along with synesthesia) is basically the joining of two opposite ideas, my favorite examples of this figure of speech are these:

"We live in a hellish paradise."

"I can't tell which truth lies in the lie."

ah, it's also important to point out that antithesis is very similar to paradox, but in paradox the opposite ideas automatically cancel each other out, you see? in antithesis, the ideas can 'coexist with each other'.

and other tips i have for you:

1. try to consume a little more books, it helps you a lot to develop the fluidity of your story without leaving you plastered or stagnant!

2. don't compare your writing to other people's because, honestly speaking, your writing is something as personal to you as your own existence.

3. have different inspirations for what you write, especially in the field of sentimentality, because, honestly speaking, if you let yourself be carried away by a little comfort zone box in your writing, you'll end up frustrated when you want to write something more complex and/or sentimentally deep.

and well... that's all! i hope this message can help you a lot! and if you need more tips, please, call me again! <3

[supernovafeather]

Hi love your fics:) I had an idea for a fix where Poe Dameron is injured badly (like idk broken legs) in a x wing crash and the reader has to comfort him and keep him calm until help arrives😊 idk very angsty and fluffy.

Here is the fic, hope you'll like it ! Not as angsty as you may have expected but hope you'll like it !

Never Changing

Poe Dameron x F!Reader

Content: Injury (broken leg), boyfriend/girlfriend deeply in love ,fluff, angst.

Poe's scream pierces the relative quietness of the rain forest surrounding you like a coffin and silences the rare animals that had just found their voices after the loud crash landing of your X-Wing.

It's not only ambiant wetness and warmth that causes that sticky and thick perspiration to cover his skin, it is also due to the horrendous pain he is in.

Certainly a broken leg you think as you lay him on the ground of the cave you managed to pull him in. Swollen but not open.

"I don't want to look I don't wanna I don't wanna no no no."

"Your bone hasn't popped out don't worry." You say calmly.

Determined to keep his eyes tightly closed and his face directed to the rocky ceiling, he ignores your attempt to calm him down. You can witness his pain pretty easily and know from experience how painful that is, but you don't need him to panic like that, especially not now.

"Poe. Poe listen to me I know how to take care of it the time we get some help. I need you to stay calm, breathe and don't move."

"Please don't cut it off please don't." He whines before opening his eyes big at the suffering of the slightest movement of his ankle.

"Stop it Poe it's not the moment to joke." You growl as you take two pieces of metal that landed up there.

"No please no..."

This is when you understand that Poe, in his refusal to see what actually happened to him, is convinced that he is about to lose his leg. There is no trial with humor to lighten up your mood. He is genuinely afraid.

"Poe, Poe look at me." You say as you kneel by his side and cross his anxious gaze. "We are going to save your leg. It must have broken. Your bone is still inside, no open wound. The area is just swollen. I am going to keep it as still as possible. For now I don't see any infection or..."

"Ok ok ok do what you have to." He hisses between his clenched teeth as he rests his sweaty head against the ground.

"Don't move. I need to find something to hold everything."

Soon enough you replace the two metal pieces with two wooden sticks much straighter than them, and find a few rests of belts that are going to maintain them. At least you hope so.

"I'm back." You say as you kneel next to his shaky form. "Calm down, breathe in and breathe out. It's important I need you to calm down. It's going to make everything easier for us."

"Am I getting on your nerves ? Am I can you tell me please if I do please Maker it hurts like really."

"I'm going to put the sticks on each side of your leg then use the belts to maintain them so it keeps your leg in place."

"Oh no not that..." he whines again.

"We have no choice, still better than removing everything."

He hisses as he lets you do what you intended to, your jacket soon both in his mouth and all over his face to make him stop screaming as you readjust your primitive gear as good as you can. Between the adrenaline leaving your veins, his pain you are causing and the uncertainty of the time of your rescue, you are starting to feel overwhelmed.

"Here it is." You whisper loudly before removing your jacket from his pale and offended face. "Here it is. That's the best I could do."

It looks pathetic but it's actually pretty decent. You check a few times if it doesn't obstruct the blood circulation, then wipes the sweat off his forehead as his chest rises and falls deeply, his fists grabbing stones and dirt under the brief surge of pain.

"I can't believe we got so unlucky." He groans as you run your fingers though his dark curls to remove them from his face. "We got cursed by some forgotten Gods on that planet I can't believe it. It's absurd."

"It happens. It happens don't worry, once back at the base you are going to be alright."

"Hold my hand please." He sighs.

You do as requested and scoff as he grabs your fingers in a firm fist almost crushing them as he stops breathing.

"It's your beauty that's breathtaking absolutely not that kriffing leg that feels like in fusion." He excuses himself.

"Oh well I see you're still strong enough to be sarcastic."

"Uh ? No no no honey no I didn't want to imply you're ugly or anythiiiiiing." He hisses again as you scratche his head to divert his attention the best you can. "You're wonderful, future pin-up for our Squadron."

"Am I a vulgar pin-up for our propaganda now ?" You raise an amused eyebrow.

"Not like any other, you're a warrior pin-up with a huge ship with huge cannons. My girl has huge cannons and I'm proud of her for that."

"You know that maybe having a broken leg is saving you from a much darker fate ?"

"That's a threat and I'll send Leia after you if you keep threatening your beloved Commander. And what is it that causes such resentment towards pin-ups, I thought you were the nicest woman alive." He pouts.

"I don't have big cannons though."

"Oh don't be so sure." He grins before moving his hips a little to limit his pain. "But please give me painkillers or make me pass out."

"I can't." You admit sadly as you scratch his scalp again. "I'd like to make you shut your mouth sometimes but at least it proves me you are not in a desperate condition right now."

"Even when I want to say I love you ?"

He knows what he is doing and despite the disgusting and loud noise coming from his mouth as he keeps shifting his leg you smile in disbelief.

"Poe, please stop moving it won't help. It can even make things much worse. You don't want it to go through your leg, right ?"

Panic takes over his eyes and finally, he stops. His silence lets you more at peace with your thoughts and you check regularly the information sent by the rescue team. They are getting closer and closer, but you will have to wait for at least an hour. You manage to find some dry fabrics to wipe his forehead off, singing a song your heard a long time ago, so long ago that it is a pale imitation of the chorus repeated dozens of times in a row. At least it makes him more relaxed.

"If I could I'd fall asleep and ask to marry you in the morning." He comments.

"Don't be silly Poe," you chuckle, "you deserve more than a song."

"I do think I deserve a little song because I've been pretty much brave until now. But do I deserve my girl ?"

You can't look away from his sweet gaze. His lower eyelid may get agitated by spasms from time to time but it doesn't demonize the raw emotion in his pupils.

"You do deserve me Poe, and I hope I deserve you."

"You deserve me. So what about this marriage ?"

"Wait... were you actually serious ?"

Flabbergasted, you watch his nod. This simple movement is much more impactful for you than the noise of reactors from afar, growling louder by each second.

"Well not right now but... later ? I really want to things properly. Why not while you kick their Supreme Leader's buttocks with your amazing skills ?"

"You're talking about a marriage with the most awesome man of the galaxy and you joke at the same time ?" You start to sob.

"Don't cry sweetie no no no, please no don't cry !" He laughed before wincing at the pain. "And come on I'm stressed to ask this to the most awesome woman of the galaxy, you should see how sweaty I am from that proposal and not from that kriffing leg."

Why is he so casual about all this ? The both of you could have died and he's there joking ?

"Wait was that the actual proposal and you're waiting for an answer ?"

"Uh no, but why not ?"

"I love you idiot. Of course I want to marry you !"

"Oh ok. It honeymoon for after I heal ok ?"

"That's how I know you're seriously injured." You sigh as you wipe off your own forehead with the back of your sweaty hand. "Oh Maker you can't make things easier can you ?"

"Never." He grins before inhaling brutally. "But I'll make up for all that delay."

The moment the rescue team circles high above the cave you get out of it, gesturing them exactly where you were. Maybe you look all too happy by bouncing on the rocks and screaming orders to them when you could just gesture things to them, but you need to do something to express your excitement. After all becoming Mrs.Dameron is going to be an interesting adventure.

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Thank you for reading, please comment and reblog if you liked it ! 😊

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[spicymayo1983]

Hiya. I decided to do a part 5 to show how much your relationship with Poe has changed since having the baby.

You have a mild case of the baby blues since giving birth. Mentally and physically you're exhausted.

But Poe is every bit the loving and supportive partner you could've hoped for. You and his son occupy most of his heart.

This chapter is all about the fluff with brief, passionate smut. Cuddling, soft kisses, reassurance, his love for you and his son.

I guess you would call this one emotional fluff porn. Lol.

Warnings, smut, oral sex, some depression trigger warnings I guess? Mainly this is cuddly, loving Poe being a good father and reassuring you about your body. Sigh.

Flirting with disaster chapter 5

It's the morning after you've given birth. Mentally and physically you are hurting. After the joy of the moment wore off you were left with the cold, hard reality of things.

You experienced a 2nd degree tear and needed a few stitches. Your belly and breasts now have stretch marks where smooth skin once was.

You've never felt more unsexy in your postpartum underwear and nursing bra. But Poe is still making you feel like the most beautiful woman in the galaxy.

That first night you got to sleep as Poe took care of his son. He loves being a dad. Fatherhood brought out the soft, loving side of his personality even more.

You're still fast asleep when an exhausted Poe curls up next to you and wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer.

"Maxi is finally asleep". Poe tells you with an exhausted yawn.

"I feel fat and ugly". You tell him as you fight back tears.

"No, stop that". Poe replies with a deep sigh as he snuggles you, burying his face in your neck and playfully nuzzling you. "You had a baby 24 hours ago, you'll always be beautiful".

"I'm in so much pain, physically too". You continue, savoring the feeling of his warm body against yours. "My back, breasts, everything hurts, plus I needed stitches".

"Don't worry". Poe tells you, kissing the back of your next softly. "Please, I'll always love you, you gave me our beautiful son".

The two of you soon fall asleep. The next morning you're awakened by the sound of the baby crying. You wearily get out of bed and check his diaper, you quickly change him and then relax in the rocking chair, his big, dark eyes are wide open.

You kiss the top of his little head, which is already covered with thick, soft, curly hair. The baby heavily favors Poe looks wise, he's his true mini me.

You're breastfeeding him when Poe walks into the room. He kisses you tenderly on the lips and says,

"You look like you're feeling better, I hope you slept well".

"I'm feeling a lot better". You reply, a slight smile appearing on your face.

"Look at him". Poe tells you with a huge smile on his face as he leans down and kisses him on the side of his little face. "Isn't he the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?"

"He has your hair, eyes and smile". You reply, your smile growing bigger. "I know we're biased but he really is the most beautiful baby I've ever seen".

Poe takes his son into his arms again, as he gently rocks him he looks deeply into your eyes and says,

"I see some of his beautiful mother too".

After a month you are healed enough to be intimate with him for the first time in what feels like years.

The two of you are worked up and craving each other, badly. Finn and Rose volunteered to watch the baby so you can have some much needed alone time.

"This feels, strange".

"Ugh I know."

You and Poe are enjoying your first night out since becoming parents. The two of you are trying to enjoy yourselves at the cantina, just like old times.

But things don't feel like old times. Instead of having fun you find yourselves fretting over Maxim.

Your baby is absolutely thriving development and health wise. He's happy, healthy and reaching all of his milestones right on time and then some.

Poe leans over and kisses you passionately, he looks deeply into your eyes and whispers,

"I'm craving your body so badly, I don't want to make love to you tonight I want to fuck you like an animal".

Without finishing your drinks you immediately leave.

Poe takes you to the millennium Falcon. You nudge him and with a laugh say,

"Won't you get in trouble?"

"Nah, even if we get caught noone's going to say anything". Poe reassures, laughing a little.

He leads you into the crew's quarters and the two of you hungrily begin to rip each other's clothing off.

You get on your knees and take his erect cock into your mouth, Poe gently takes your long hair into his hands and moans in delight.

He picks you up in his strong arms and gingerly places you on the bunk. His head immediately goes between your legs and he draws your erect clit into his mouth and begins to suck on it like a tiny penis as he softly caresses your wet hole, which is tingling with pleasure.

"Does that feel okay, babe?" Poe asks, making sure his touch is extra gentle. "I don't want to hurt you".

His touch is causing anything but pain. Pleasure is all that you can feel.

But you appreciate how much he cares and his concern for you.

Poe leans over you and kisses you. You can taste and smell yourself on him and it's driving you absolutely mad with desire.

He lifts your legs over his shoulders and drives himself into you. You forgot how wonderful his cock feels inside of you. He grips your hips as you beg him to go deeper.

He leans forward, kisses you passionately and moans,

"I love you".

When he cums he's nuzzling your neck and showering it with soft little kisses, you whimper in delight as you feel his cock heat up and spill its load deep inside you.

You're both panting hard from the strenuous activity.

Poe cuddles up next to you, wraps his arms around you and pulls you close to him. The two of you fall asleep soon after.

Early the next morning you are awakened by a hologram from Finn and Rose. It's your chubby cheeked, curly haired baby boy sleeping like an angel.

"Did he fuss too much?" Poe asks Rose.

"He was a little sweetheart". Rose replies. "He slept a lot and didn't make any trouble at all".

"We'll be home shortly, and thank you for watching our little one for us". You reply, smiling.

Poe leans over and nuzzles your neck. With a sort of puppy dog, sad look in his eyes he asks,

"Will you marry me?"

"Of course". You reply, your eyes misting over with tears. "I'd be honored to spend the rest of my life with you. And eventually make some more beautiful, curly haired babies".

The end

[i-write-sometimes-blog]

Cold Eyes (Dark Rey x Reader) [Part 15]

Summary: As Rey finds the Resistance base you're finally able to reach through the Force to help them and a new plan rises. What can go wrong?

Words: 4,335

A/N: I've been waiting a long time for this chapter, it has just a lot of things and hope you like it as much as I do. One last chapter to go after this!

Rey found them. She had found the Resistance hiding in a distant planet. And now she was going to destroy them.

You could still hearing her words in your head after Brandon’s interrogation, or rather after killing him .“It’s time I put an end to the rebellion.” she said.

“Rey, wait” you rushed to said “No, there must be another way, Brandon said they’re weak, honestly I don’t think they last much on their own, you don’t need to do this.”

“Yes, I do” she said. “Before they get stronger, I want them gone now” she added.

“They were your friends, Rey” you told her, you had to find a way to stop her from committing something you knew she would regret. “You control hundreds of systems now, let them go.”

“I can’t do that. As long as the Resistance exist there will be hope and hope is a very dangerous thing, you should know that, Y/N” she said. You stopped for a moment thinking, then you followed her again.

“Then I’m coming with you” you told her trying to keep the fast speed she was walking through the Fortress on her way to the big ship destroyer of your own home world.

“No” she said without even looking back at you “You’re staying here”

“I can’t just stay sitting here” you said as your thoughts started to mix in the back of your head. “I-I need to be there. Whatever happens”

Rey stopped and turned to finally met your eyes.

“You’re staying” she commanded in a very serious tone “It’s an order.”

“Take me with you I need to see it for myself” you begged

“No, Y/N stop asking me to do that, I can’t” she said, her hand traveling to rest softly over your cheek “I don’t want you to get hurt, if I take you there… I’m sure you will get hurt somehow.” she murmured with pure devotion on her hazel eyes “It’s a risk I’m not willing to take, so please stay here.”

“Rey…” you said but she cut you off.

“Please.” she murmured “I would never forget myself if anything happens to you. I love you, Y/N” she confessed. The effect those three little words had on you was bigger than you ever expected, the warm sensation washing over your body grew bigger with a look at her sincere features and the gentle touch of her hand on the side of your face.

Couldn’t help to smile at her as your heart kept racing faster and faster. You closed the short distance between your lips to pull her into a delicate kiss and when she wrapped her arms around you you felt your body melting under her touch. If only things were different, if she wasn’t about to kill your friends you would have told her just how much you loved her as well.

“Be careful, Rey” you murmured inches away from her lips as you pulled away.

“I will” she said taking one last gaze at you trying to memorize your features, your hair, your scent, your everything just in case. Then she finally let go off you and joined Hux in the ship

Then she was gone.

And as soon as the ship ghosted in the sky the thoughts in the back of your head started to get louder and it got worse when you got back inside the Fortress. It wouldn't take much for Rey to arrive where ever the Resistance was hiding, they were running out of time and it was imperative for you to help them.

Running through the endless halls you found yourself in the training room, sitting on the floor as Leia had once taught you.

"Put your mind at ease" you remembered the General saying "Find peace and you'll find the Force"

But how could you find peace when your mind was in conflict? When the destiny of the Resistance lied on your shoulders. When Rey's confession of love was still making your heart beat faster and at the same time images of the terrible things she had done kept playing on your mind, hunting you.

"Concentrate!" You murmured alone in the room and for your surprise a thousand voices seemed to scream your name, calling you. And with them there was Brandon repeating over and over again the same words.

You're a monster. Just like her.

Memories from his face choking under your power, his words and then his death. You felt again that seductive pull of the wrong side of the Force but instead of making you feel as powerful as it had before this time you felt guilty, every inch of your body regretting the actions you did, blinded by the anger.

You tried to keep this feelings from washing over you, tried to keep the new lump from growing in your throat. You took a deep breath, you needed to focus now or you were going to break down in a matter of second.

"I'm one with the Force, the Force is with me" you murmured trying to put your mind at ease. "I'm one with the Force, the Force is with me" you repeated just like General Organa taught you. You didn't know if it was working but it certainly kept the negative and toxic thoughts away from you.

"I'm one with-"

"Y/N?" You heard a very familiar voice.

"Finn" you smiled keeping your eyes closed "She's coming, you have to get them out of there now" you said.

"Wait what you mean?" He said.

"Finn, listen. Rey knows where you are, she's coming right now with a ship with enough power to destroy a planet" you said founding your voice surprisingly calm "Please, you have to run. She's already on her way"

There was a small silence and then your heard his voice again.

"Fine, I'll tell General Organa" he said "If you're right we don't have much time."

"Protect them, Finn. Hide somewhere and survive" you told him.

"I'll make sure of that, Y/N" you heard him say. "But what about you?"

"I'll be fine, don't worry about me" you assured him.

"No, you belong with us" he told you "We can't just leave you there" he went silent for a moment but through the Force your sense him thinking. "I have a plan." He said.

*****

Rey had sensed something was off even before leaving Mustafar, but decided to ignore the feeling taking it for insecurity, she knew some people in the Resistance, they used to be her friends after all so she pushed those ideas aside, convincing herself they all had only used to find Skywalker.

But now that the big ship was in position to shoot at the small, insignificant moon she sensed that feeling again, something was wrong but she didn’t know exactly what.

“Don’t fire.” she commanded.

“Supreme Leader, we are in position already.” Hux said confused looking at his boss “Besides, we don’t have of any patrol X-wing, they don’t know we are here. It is our chance to take them down.”

“No patrols, doesn’t it seem strange to you, General?” Rey asked still looking down at the small moon through the big window in the control room. “Land immediately” she ordered.

“Yes, Supreme Leader” Hux murmured as she start yelling orders to the people in the room while Rey walked towards the exit, preparing herself to see what was awaiting for her in this place.

The big ship landed gracefully and again there was not Resistance’s ship to be seen, no blasters trying to stop the stormtroopers from invading the base, it was like a ghost town.

Quiet. It was very quiet.

Hux ordered a few reconnaisse teams to scan the area while he and Supreme Leader Rey stayed close to the ship waiting for information, an attack, something that tell them why the Resistance wasn’t here.

“It’s empty, Sir�� Informed a commander trooper “All of it. It seems they left on a rush taking only the ships with them. We’re searching what’s left behind, Supreme Leader.”

Rey was no happy about the news, she was frustrated staring around trying to found out why they left. When she scanned Brandon’s mind she saw this place filled with people walking from side to side, repairing X-wings, nothing unusual, this scape wasn’t planned, was it?

“We did found this” the trooper said handing a datapad to Rey who took it without saying a word but gesturing with her hand for the soldier to go.

Looking at the small device she analyzed some of the files it contained, blueprints for some ships nothing she hadn’t seen before, there were also a few enters report-like, it was an usual thing in the Resistance to write papers about missions, Rey never found it useful until now observing the last enter of the datapad:

We’re in danger, we must go now. General Organa started the evacuation plan, we’re moving to Location A, she hopes the First Order doesn’t find us there. There’s a last mission but I don’t have the full information, I just know something it’s gonna happen in Mustafar.

“What is it, Supreme Leader?” Hux asked observing the concerned way Rey was looking at the small device.

"I need to get back to Mustafar now" she murmured. "We're going now!" She yelled rushing back inside the ship.

There was something the Resistance had planned in the lava planet and the only thing she had on her mind in that moment was you. She was worried about you, regretting letting you behind and now, as she saw it, you were in an incredible danger.

Rey couldn't lose you, not again.

*****

Walking from side to side of the small corridor you tried to ease your nerves, they would be there any moment now, your friends Poe and Finn, they were going to rescue you from this dark place.

It was Finn's plan. While most of the First Order's fleet was away chasing the Resistance's empty base was the perfect moment to take you out, especially since Rey wasn't there. It was a risky plan and you weren't completely sure all this operation was worthy just to take you back to the rebellion but Finn insisted.

You were nervous the plan wouldn't work, nervous to see your friends after all this time, afraid of the questions you knew they were going to ask and feeling the strange sensation you were betraying Rey, you didn't wanted to leave her, not at all.

Then you finally saw the Millenium Falcon approaching the Fortress and you stepped into the control room, as planned.

“What’s happening?” you said in a cold, confident tone.

"Sir, good you're here." the man in the control panel said recognizing you, everybody in the base knew and obeyed the Supreme Leader’s apprentice. "We have a rebel ship asking for permission to land."

"Permission granted.” you said hoping you had enough authority over him.

"I-I can't do that” he said “My orders are not to let any ship in until the fleet is back and report immediately to General Hux in case something happen.” He said.

“I give the orders now.” you said getting close to him “Tell the ship to land” you commanded and the man’s eyes filled with fear but still he managed to speak again.

“I don’t take orders from you, I’m going to report immediately” he said.

Well, apparently you didn’t have enough power over them.

"You're gonna let them land." you said weaving your hand in front of him.

"I'm going to let them land." he said and then he pressed a button to speak with the pilot of the ship "Control here, you have permission to land on the main platform."

"You're not going to report this." you said using the mind tricks again and you heard him repeating your words. First part of the plan, completed.

You rushed down the hall to meet the legendary ship feeling nostalgic to see it after all this time, seemed like it was a very long time ago since Rey appeared asking you to help her fix it, seemed like all those days fixing together the Falcon passed in another and very different life. You knew the smile of the pilot the moment he looked in your direction, you heard the known voice of the man already stepping out of the ship when he fastly walked towards you.

"Y/N" Finn said pulling you into a tight hug. "It's good to see you" he murmured.

"I can say the same." you told him "It's been a while"

"How do you stand the heat here?" Poe said joining you on the platform.

"It's better inside," you chuckled letting go off Finn "way colder, actually."

"So, how long have you been here?” Poe asked “And why aren’t you in a cell? I mean, when Finn said we were going to rescue you, I thought on something different from this.”

You felt his gaze scanning your body from head to toe, your good condition, not a scratch on your body that was covered with the black clothes, his eyes focused on the First Order’s insignia adorning your left arm.

“I see we have a lot to catch up, huh?” he said with a reassuring grin, you felt the weight on your shoulders a little less heavier. “So, what’s next in your plan, Finn?” he asked looking at his partner.

“Y/N, you said there was something important in the base.” Finn said.

“Yes, more bad news. They have bombs in every planet they control.” you explained your friends “They’re gonna use it if the fleet gets damaged or if the people in the planets rebel against them”

You saw the terror invading their faces.

“All of them?” Poe said, frustration on his voice, even fear. “But they have hundreds of systems already.”

“You know how to stop it?” Finn asked you with hope in his eyes.

“The controls are here, I’ve seen them before but I don’t know how to deactivate them.” you told them remembering the small console Hux showed in the meeting and the controller that was a device just a bit bigger than a datapad. “But maybe we don’t need to, without the controller they can’t activate it.”

“Fine, we’ll take it to the Resistance, Admiral Statura will know how to shut it down.” Poe added agreeing with your plan nodding softly.

All of you smiled. It felt like before, like when you used to go on missions together and feeling you were really going to help the Resistance instead of just hide. But your smile faded away as a big known ship appeared in the sky and more after it, suddenly emerging in the sky as they disengaged hyperspace.

“This is bad” Finn said.

“She wasn’t supposed to come back yet” you told them looking at the big ship as it started its slow way to land in the hostile planet. From the cruiser you saw a smaller ship approaching, you recognized the Supreme Leader’s fighter.

“Now what?” Poe said, aware of the ship coming.

“She has her own landing platform in the other side of the Fortress, hopefully she won’t notice the Falcon” you told them “Keep the engines running, if I’m not here in ten minutes go without me” you said walking inside the cold Fortress.

“Wait, where are you going?” Finn stopped you grabbing your wrist.

“I need to get the controller” you said “I can’t let the same thing that happen to my planet repeat” you added.

“Then we’re coming with you” he said.

“No. If she sees you all of this would be for nothing” you told him.

“Same if you don’t come back with the controller” Poe said.

“Stay here, trust me in this one, guys” you begged and after a moment Finn let you go.

With a last half smile you got inside the place you knew like the palm of your hand after spending all that time inside it. Rushing through the known dark, glossy halls you hoped this plan to work because if not, well, the whole galaxy was in danger.

You found yourself smiling as your reached the last bridge before the meeting room, it was one of the many bridges of the Fortress that allowed to see the lava that flowed through all the planet surface and it was always somehow terrifying to see the bright colors of the burning lava beneath you. But you reached the end of the bridge safely, only to almost stumble with a familiar body.

"Rey." you gasped when you realized who was before you "You're back" you sighed pulling yourself together. "How? Are they…?" You asked as if you were affected by what happened to the Resistance.

"They weren't there" was the only thing she said before wrapping her arms around your body and pulling you close to her, maybe a little to close. You could feel the fear in her but limited to hug her back unsure of what was going on. "I'm so glad you're fine"

"What's happening, Rey?" You murmured lost in her embrace. She let go off you just enough to meet your gaze.

"The base was empty," she told you "but I found a note, it said they were coming here and I just…" she struggled with her words for a moment "I thought I was going to lose you, I was afraid of losing you."

You cupped the side of her face, delicately caressing her skin as the warm sensation filled you once again, she placed her hand on top of yours and gave you a love filled gaze that melted your heart.

Her words, by the contrary were bittersweet you. A mix of pure love that made your heart beat faster, her soft eyes begging you to stay and at the same time they hurt, why did she chose this exact time to tell you this? Why now that you were going to betray her? You wanted to stay with her, no, you wanted her to come with you, to follow you, but you were not sure she would do it.

Fast footsteps echoed through the halls that disconcerted Rey who followed the sound looking over your shoulder. Hey eyes turned a darker tone of brown, frowning when her eyes caught the unexpected intruders. Turning your head a little you found Finn and Poe frozen on the other side of the bridge, surprised with the scene before them.

“What are they doing here?” Rey hissed in a way too dangerous tone without taking her gaze away from them.

She stepped away focusing her eyes now on you. You wanted to say something, trying to explain but she had already figured everything out.

“It was you” she murmured unable to believe it “All of this was your plan, you just needed to get me out of the planet” she said with anger on her voice as her hand traveled to the heavy saber hanging on the belt around her hips.

“Rey, wait” you said trying to approach her but she kept slowly stepping back “that’s not what happened”

“After all we’ve been through” she said, her tone starting to get rather louder, almost like a scream “after all I’ve done for you, you still choosing them over me!”

Rey took the double bladed lightsaber and held it secure on her hand now, weighting it, ready to ignite it.

“I should have never trusted you” She murmured “You’re gonna leave me, just like everyone else.” she hissed and you noticed the lonely tear rolling down her face, only one tear filled with wrath, sorrow, pain.

Betrayal.

You saw her closing her eyes for a brief moment while the tear continued its way down her face, it seemed to have the last of the good inside her and when it dropped away from her features she opened them again and she ignited her sabers lighting her face with the red light of the dark side that let you meet a new pair of yellow eyes that stared at you with pure hate on them.

Your blood froze in the instant. You had only seen this side of her once and terrible things happened when she was like this, consumed by the dark.

A sensation, almost like a whisper made you back away just in time to dodge her first attack, the light sword whizzed too close to your face as you fastly moved backwards trying to save yourself from the deadly weapon Rey swing from side to side.

Without a weapon, you had no change to survive this.

“Y/N!” Finn yelled throwing a small piece of metal he took out of his belt, just before the heavy door behind Rey opened and stormtroopers filled the place, blasting immediately towards your friends.

The small metal piece landed on your hand gracefully and in the right moment to defend yourself from a new thrust from the red sabers that crashed against your blue lightsaber.

Rey stopped attacking for a moment looking you up and down, you were not a challenge to her, she knew it and you knew it too but still she grinned.

“This should be fun” she said smirking already circling her weapon around her with a skilled grace while you held your own saber in hand getting ready for the battle.

The lightsabers crashed with a loud sound, it had started. Rey and you moved almost in rhythm, attacking or dodging the sabers moved from side to side. Rey’s thrusts becoming harder and merciless forcing you to move back and without even noticing you were in the middle of the bridge, fighting for your life with the woman you loved the most but the only thing she seemed to want was to kill you.

“I’m disappointed, Y/N” she said when your sabers meet again, she was putting way too much strength pushing your own weapon extremely close to your neck and all you could do was try to hold it so it wouldn’t hurt you. “I saw true power in you but still afraid to use it.”

The blasters kept flying across the bridge and from the corner of your eyes you caught your friends firing their blasters at the troopers, they needed help but so you did. Then you met Rey’s eyes once again and felt a extreme cold that froze you to your very soul.

“You hurt me, YN” she growled “and now you’re gonna die for that” With that last words she swung her saber away from yours and the very next moment you felt a burning pain just below your ribs.

Everything seemed to stop, you didn't hear the blasters from the troopers, neither the voices of your friends calling your name, they seemed to fade away. The only thing you clearly saw and heard was Rey holding her weapon steady and as your eyes traveled down you found one of the red blades crossing your body.

She stabbed you, Rey stabbed you and was looking at you like she didn’t know who you were. The feeling seemed so familiar, you knew this would happen someday, all those nightmares were warnings that you decided to ignore, premonitions that now were real. Your worst fear, your ultimate terror came true.

The time returned to its normal course and you heard then the worried scream from your friends that were watching terrified from the other side of the bridge.

Rey was still holding her lightsaber in place took a good look at you, her feral expression suddenly seemed to change, she looked rather terrified and then her eyes changed back to normal when she realized what she had done to you, immediately turning off her saber.

She took a few steps back speechless but in agony. You took the change to extend your hand to send her flying back across the place, she hit the floor harder than you expected, falling unconscious.

Finn and Poe finally defeated all the soldiers in white armor and rushed to your side, worried about your safety.

"We have to go now" Finn said and with the pilot's help he started to drag you out of the place, you let go a small groan.

Your wound hurt more than any of your nightmares but not as much the fact that she actually did it, after all the times she told you she would never hurt you, after the promise she made you, now broken.

"No, wait!" You were barely able to say "w-we need the controller"

"We have to take you to a medic now" Poe said.

"Then we did this for nothing!" you murmured feeling the pain spreading through your body.

"Fine, I'll go find it" Finn told you "tell me what I'm looking for?"

"Looks like a datapad" you whispered

feeling your body dying with every word and every breath. "You'll know. Go." With a last tiny nod he was gone.

Dameron passed your arm around his shoulders as he held your waist to help you walk as much as possible.

"Almost there" he told you when he saw the Falcon, you felt yourself dizzy, felt your legs weak. "Come on, stay with me" he growled almost dragging you the last few feets to the ship.

Poe let you in the one of the soft beds of the ship.

"Y/N?" he asked concerned.

"Still here" you murmured "where's Finn?"

Just in that moment he stormed inside the ship.

"I got it!" Finn said "Poe, get us out of here now!" Kneeling beside you he patched you up with a bacta patch. "This will do for now, stay with us. We're going home, Y/N"

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As the ship started to take off you felt your body giving to the dizziness as the pain in your body finally made you fall unconscious right before the ship enter to hyperspace on the road to the Resistance.

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