#how awkward is it to kiss scout with those big ass teeth

[bittendevil]

stupid little speedingbullet thing i made cuz im so unbelievably fixated on them holY DOOLIE!!!!! im going MAD !!3!3! so many emotions not enough words

other one i made at the start of august😇😇

[mypimpademia]

Shinso x reader, Mina x reader, Kaminari x reader, Kirishima x reader

TW: Swearing

Note: another part of my high school AU! I've been wanting to write for some characters that I dont write too often, and I thought this would be the best way, enjoy!

Thank you to @katsuflossy for helping me w shinso and Kaminaris soccer parts😭

Taglist: @myhoodacademia @katsuflossy @iiminibattlehero @ecao @nnnoya @hawklmaoo @strawberry-ice @mixfi @wolfkid22 @mythiccheroacademia @myfandemons @lilsparkyswife @her-majesty-kiara @mindofess @kqtsukisgf @1-800-s1mping @angiebug101 @mads-fairy @solar3lunar

SHINSO.

He's one of the people that genuinely perfers being alone most of the time

And hes very intimidating to most people, but most realize that he's pretty chill and cool if you just talk to him

Hitoshi would be on the soccer team too

Number 12 baby (Ronaldinho's number)

Hed play midfield, and have insane control over the ball

Hes calm on the field just like he is off it

But he gets a little competitive sometimes, might have to sit down and take a breather for a second

He sometimes ends up talking shit about his opponents, and he is NOT quiet about it

Will look the exact player he's talking about dead in the eye and say that shit

"I'll knock your knees out if you push me again."

And he plays a little dirty, might kick the ball around in away that'll make people fall on their ass just to get a laugh out of it

He steps on and kicks shins too

Hes really the soccer teams MVP, they went one game without him an lost and realized just how much of a key he was to them

Hitoshi sees you as his good luck charm during games, if you're not there he feels like he can't play his absolute best

Good luck kisses before he goes on the field are mandatory, if you dont give him one or forget, youre gonna get a very sweaty hug after the game

Hitoshi has only ever come to school in sweatpants and hoodies, and only wears jeans or something other than his usual once a week just so he can switch it up

He probably comes in with major bags under his eyes and smelling like coffee

And just a little bit late

He normally goes out to eat during lunch, and always takes you with him and let's you choose

You're honestly the most underrated couple in school

The loner boy and his gorgeous s/o, it's basically a real life wattpad story

When people try flirting with you, he tries getting his soccer cleats out on them and you have to stop him before someone gets hurt

Hitoshi is just underrated overall and no one but you and his friens realize, give him more recognition </3

MINA.

The really nice popular girl of course

But one of the popular people whose popularity actually means something for once

Gets along with basically the whole school

And she makes sure everyone knows she belongs to you and you belong to her

"Mhm, I've got a pretty s/o, and I love them soo much."

Probably posts you on all her socials (that the whole school follows) everyday

Mina has been in pretty much every club and team, which is exactly how she got popular

She joins as many as she can every year, but her favorites are dance and volleyball, maybe soccer too

For dance she likes to show you her routines, and maybe even teach you how to do them if you're down for it

"How was that?!"

"You wanna learn it too, babe? I could teach you!"

She's the captain of every team she's been on

It honestly just comes from her being so charismatic and the way she can get along with people and bring everyone together

Mina is 100% best dressed

Best everything honestly

Best dressed, Best hair, all that

She's cool with all the staff members, so sometimes the turn a blind eye if she decides to head out at random even when she's not supposed to

The two of you are Thee School Couple

Everyone wishes they were you guys or at least had a relationship like the one you had

Everyone would be in tears if yall so much as fought

So 10/10 for both of you

KAMINARI.

Certified pretty play boy

Hes a flirt, and friendly, and super popular

But the playboy act dropped once the two of you got together, because that's when everyone saw how much of a simp he was for you

Denki would just constantly fawn and gush over you, it would be annoying if it were anyone else, but it was just so cute to see him be so crazy for someone after he was basically known for never being tied down

Hes on the soccer team with Shinso!

Number 5 <3

Who did you think was calming Shinso down when he got mad??? Definitely not their other teammates

Hes the teams striker, and him an Shinso are so coordinated on the field together it leaves their own teammates in shock everytime

Hes a good sport (unlike Shinso), and is very friendly with his opponents

Wishes them luck before the game, helps them up if they fall, even says 'My bad!' If he accidentally trips someone, and tells the good job if they lose

Like Shinso, good luck kisses are a must

They're more like good luck make outs with him, and he usually ends up getting so wrapped up in them that he only makes it to the field by the skin of his teeth (he gets yelled at by the coach a lot)

He gets so god damn DIRTY on the field

And it doesn't even make sense because he really doesn't slide around or fall too much

He just manages to come out covered in dirt, and the sweat doesn't make it better

Oh, and even if you give him a good luck kiss, he still hugs you after the game

He doesn't do it to be mean, he just gets excited when he's on the field and has a bunch of energy left when games are over

Denki takes you to get ice cream after games. Shinso third wheels sometimes, but it's cool and not awkward at all because you're all besties

Denki is the most popular guy in school, and he'd be most popular overall if it weren't for Mina

You guys get rated cutest couple by all the students because no one had seen Denki simp till you came along and it was just too cute

Everyone wishes they could be yall </3

And half the school has beef with you because you're dating Denki and they're jealous

But you guys are still an adorable and amazing couple so who cares

KIRISHIMA.

The super sweet and popular jock!

Hes the older sibling to all the people younger than him and in lower grades

Hes on the football team of course

The quarterback too

Number 44

Hes that player that the coach is really trying to get a scholarship for

The one the coach pulls off to the side and says "son, let me talk to you..." and then tells him how far he'll go

Colleges are already scouting him

Most of the school is crushing on him honestly

But they all know that he's all for you and only you

Eiji gives you kisses before games, after games and sometimes when there's a long enough break he'll run and kiss you really quick

Hes a vv good sport, always wishes players good luck and says nice job after games, and separates any of his teammates that try to fight w their opponents then say sorry

It's usually Bakugo hes separating because hes on the football team with Eiji when he's not in Boxing

Everyone that's younger than you sees you and kiri as big siblings, and those older see you as cousins

Yall are just that couple that everyone loves

The whole school basically gushes when you walk in wearing his letterman jacket or one of his football jerseys

You're the couple the doesn't disgust everyone when you kiss in the halls <3

[berrynarrybanana]

stars in our eyes | h.s

A/N: Hiya everyone! This is my entry for @helladirections​ Summer Fic Challenge! I picked Baseball Harry and Stargazing and originally I had a different idea ( I might bring that idea back in another part) but this was a good way to start of the story between these two. I adore them and I know this isn’t a whole lot, but I hope you all enjoy! Thank you to Elysa for hosting this amazing challenge. I really enjoyed taking part in it and I can’t wait to read all of the other works posted by my fellow writers! Here is a link to the masterlist for anyone who wants to take a look at the other pieces posted for the Summer Fic Challenge. 

Word Count 3.3k+

Warnings: None yet!

September 2015  Monday; 6:00 PM 

Your first day of University wasn’t at all what you expected. 

It felt just like your first day of high school with a few extra challenges sprinkled in, such as time management and struggling to find out what buildings you were meant to be in for class. The only person you had become friends with was your roommate, and she was just as awkward about meeting new people as you were. You both sat alone in the dining hall during breakfast before awkwardly waving to each other and parting ways. 

She was studying Biochemistry, and you were studying Journalism with a Minor in Broadcasting, which meant you had no classes together. It was a little scarier during the first hour, you’ll admit, but after sitting through a two-hour orientation from your intro to a creative writing class, you were just over it. At the end of your first day, you found yourself in the last place you ever expected to be on campus. 

The baseball field. 

Your Father was tucked away in the complex under the stadium, planning out his first practice that was scheduled for tomorrow. When you showed up with slumped shoulders and tired eyes, he merely handed you a bucket of baseballs and a bat before sending you out on the field. There was already a tee set up, and you suspected that your Father had spent quite a bit of time out here earlier to relive some of his stress. This was his first year coaching at UCLA, and he was extremely nervous about the number of eyes watching him this year. He wasn’t coaching high school ball anymore. College baseball was on a much bigger scale, which meant he had more to lose. 

You tried not to think about it as you set the ball on the tee, digging your beat-up sneakers into the sand before taking a deep breath. Baseball was in your blood. You spent more time on the field than you did in school as a kid, and you weren’t afraid of anything when you were holding a bat in your hand. Without hesitation, you twisted your body, driving strength into your hit with your hips and your shoulders. The cracking sound of the ball meeting the bat was soothing to your already frayed nerves. The only thing that was truly missing was the cheering crowd. 

“Well, I’ll be damned.” 

A low whistle caused you to snap your head around, your eyes landing on a too-tall man wearing a UCLA hoodie and a baseball cap. Resting the tip of your bat to the ground, you narrowed your eyes. He shuffled forward, clearing his throat as an amused grin pulled at the corner of his lips. 

“I’m not afraid to use this thing on more than baseballs if you catch my drift.” You shifted back a little as he held his hands up. “Who are you?” 

“M’name is Harry.” He said. “Coach Willis sent me out here. He said there was someone else blowing off steam out on the field and could probably use a real pitcher.” 

“I’m fine.” You glanced towards the ground. “But if you’re here to blow off steam too, then I don’t mind.” 

“Okay.” He nodded. “I didn’t catch your name, by the way.” 

“I didn’t throw it.” You bent down, picking up the bucket of balls before shoving it at him. “I don’t want to talk.” 

“Alright, no talking.” He nodded, taking the bucket. “Show me what you’ve got.”

Monday; 9:00 PM 

By the time your father emerged from his office, you were dripping with sweat. 

Harry was the same, his hoodie long discarded, and his hat flipped around as he tossed another ball in your direction. The cracking sound of your bat hitting the ball was drowned out by your Father clapping behind you. Harry narrowly missed the catch, his body tumbling to the ground with his glove tucked into his chest as you smiled widely at your father. 

“I hate to admit it, but this kid is good.” Your father held out a water bottle, and you gladly accepted, twisting the cap off before taking a hearty sip. “Where did you find him?” 

“Community college out in Carolina.” He said. “Parents just moved from England, and he was getting into some trouble. They tossed him in a few leagues, and I scouted him and offered a full ride.” 

“I can see why.” You looked over at Harry, who was jogging over to the both of you. “Great pitching you did out there.” 

“Thanks.” He flashed you a grin before taking the second bottle your father offered. “Hey, coach.” 

“As much as I would love to watch this go on, I have to lock up.” Your father glanced over at you, his eyes playfully narrowed. “And you need your rest, young lady. You have early classes in the morning, and I don’t want the other teachers talking shit in the staff lounge.” 

“Yes, sir.” You chuckled, shaking your head. “Thanks for letting me come out here. I love you, dad.” 

“Love you too, bug!” 

He pressed a kiss to your cheek before you handed him the bat. You grabbed your bag from the dugout, slinging it over your shoulders as your Father and Harry continued to talk. As you were making your way past the locker room, you heard your name being called from behind you. When you turned around, you didn’t expect to see Harry chasing after you with a wide grin. 

“Hey, coach asked if I could walk you home.” He huffed out. “I promised I would return you to your dorm safely.” 

“I can walk by myself; you don’t have to babysit.” You mumbled, continuing until you reached the door of the stadium. Harry was right behind you when you glanced over your shoulder. “I’m sure you have better things to do than babysit the coach's daughter.” 

“I don’t, actually.” He let out a breathy laugh. “I’ve finished all of my schoolwork, and I don’t know anyone, so I’m free.” 

After a few moments of awkward silence, you finally spoke up.

“What are you studying?” 

“Um, Music.” When you turned to look at him, he had ducked his head down. “Minoring in Early Childhood psychology, though.” 

“Plan on being a music teacher?” Your brows arched on their own, your surprise clear as the night sky as you walked side by side

“Kind of.” He laughed softly. “If this whole baseball thing doesn’t pan out, at least.” 

“I think it will.” You said softly. “I’ve been watching my Dad coach since I was in diapers. You’re the best player I’ve seen.” 

“Thanks.” He said. “I appreciate that.” 

“Don’t mention it.” 

The rest of your walk was filled with small talk. 

You learned that he was from Northern England and that his parents moved to the States two years ago. He had never played baseball a day in his life, more into music and tattoos than anything else. But he ran with a pretty bad crowd, and his Mum was extremely upset when he landed himself in jail for a night with underage drinking. After that, things changed for him. He promised his Mother that he would find something more productive to do with his life and that he would make her proud. Once he realized how big sports were in America, he decided to try his hand at baseball. He happened to be really good at the sport and his high school coach encouraged him to take it on full time. When Harry learned he could get a free ride to college, he dedicated his life to perfecting his craft.

“Sorry for talking so much.” He was extremely bashful, his cheeks still tinged with pink as you turned to look at him. “I don’t talk a lot, but I do tend to get carried away when I start.” 

“It happens to the best of us.” With a shrug of your shoulders, you offered him a reassuring smile as you patted his bicep. “I think you’re gonna kick ass, and I know that you’ll do well with my Dad. He’s an amazing coach.” 

“He truly is.” Harry nodded. “If you ever need to blow off steam again…” 

“Yeah,” You nodded at his unspoken offer. “Same goes for you.” 

“Thanks.” He smiled. “Um, have a goodnight, Y/N.” 

“You too, Harry.” 

October 31 11:00 PM

After that first night, you and Harry began blowing off steam together regularly. 

On most weeknights, you were out at the field with him. Your dad would hand you the keys, instructing you to lock up when you were finished. From there, Harry would pitch until his arm was tired, and you were so exhausted you could barely swing. Most of the time, he eased up on his throws. You could tell he was holding back just so you would get the chance to hit each ball clear across the field. You could tell when he really gave it his all, his whole body going into the throw as he grits his teeth. Those were a little harder for you to hit, but not impossible. You didn’t talk a lot during your time together, but on your walk home, you would indulge in friendly conversation. He would ask about classes, and you would ask about his life in a frat house. When you finally made it to your dorm, you would take at least twenty minutes to say goodbye to each other. 

And when you weren’t with Harry, you were thinking about him. Your mind was stuck on the way he laughed and the confidence he exuded when he was on the pitcher’s mound. You thought about his hands and his smile. The scent of his cologne and sweat was almost like an aphrodisiac and his laughter sounded like a song. You hated how hung up you were when it came to Harry. There was no chance that you would actually get to be with Harry like that. Not only were you scared of upsetting your father, but you were also scared of ruining your new friendship. 

But now you’re standing in Harry’s living room while his Frat brothers try to score with girls that are way out of their league. Your roommate had burst out of her shell a little, and she’d made a few friends. Her new friends were the reason you were standing with a solo cup full of vodka in your hand and a crappy costume that you’d tossed together in twenty minutes after your roommate begged you to come out. There were about twenty other girls dressed as angels, their outfits far cuter than yours, and their makeup flawless. You were still rocking the makeup you’d put on at six am, half asleep on your bed in the dark. As you pressed the rim of your cup to your lips, you heard your name being shouted somewhere from across the room. 

When you looked up, you didn’t expect to see Harry waving at you. 

“What on earth are you dressed as?” You looked over the sparkling L.A Dodgers uniform Harry was wearing, a plastic cup in his hand and a huge grin on his face. 

“I’m Elton John!” He cheered. “But also, I’m manifesting my dream to be a Dodger!” 

“Clever.” You pressed your lips together, rolling them over your teeth as you tried not to let your drunken giggle slip out. He noticed your face, his own falling as he stood up straight. 

“You don’t like it?” His voice slurred around the words, and your heart dropped. 

“I love it.” You said quickly. “I think you look really handsome, actually.” 

“Yeah?” He let out a breathless laugh. “Thank you, lovie.” 

“Of course.” You gave him a soft smile. 

“And you’re...an angel?” His eyes slipped over your costume in a way that didn’t make your skin crawl. “You did a really good job with your outfit.” 

“I didn’t know we were coming to this thing tonight. I just threw this together.” You waved your hand about, looking down at your white dress. “I’m not as….my costume isn’t as scandalous or fun, but it does the job.” 

“I think you look beautiful, lovie.” He cooed, shuffling forward as a group of guys rushed past him. When you pressed your hands to his arms, steadying him out of habit, he gave you that smirk. “I think you’re an angel already. Could’ve come dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, and it would be just as perfect.” 

“Harry.” With a soft giggle, you ducked your head down. “You’re drunk.” 

“Still think you’re beautiful when I’m sober.” He hummed out, reaching up to press his thumb to your chin. He gently guided your face up, his face serious as he spoke. “I mean it, fuck do I mean it, Y/N. I swear I struggle every single day, trying to keep you off my mind. But it’s so fucking hard when you’re this beautiful.”

You didn’t say anything as he brushed the pad of his thumb over your chin, his glossy green eyes staring into yours. If you were completely honest with yourself, you felt the same way about him. Even when you were completely preoccupied with your schoolwork, you were thinking about Harry. The way he smiled, the way he walked, how he pitched with that look in his eyes, it was impossible not to think about the man that had wormed his way into your life. 

“I think about you, too.” You whispered. “All the time.” 

“Yeah?” The corners of his lips twitched, a soft smile forming. “Can we...I wanna go somewhere with you.” 

“Anywhere you want.” You whispered. “I’ll follow.” 

“Finish your drink.” He smirked. 

                                         **************

You didn’t expect to be in the outfield with Harry. 

When you realized what direction he was pulling you in, you groaned a little. Harry’s response was lacing your fingers together before pulling you into his side. He slipped an arm around your shoulder, turning his head to press a sloppy kiss to your forehead before he promised that you would enjoy his surprise. When you walked into the actual stadium, and past the infield, it was pitch black. Your father must have turned the lights off when he left for the night. 

“Look!” You pointed towards the grassy field, gasping. “Lightning bugs!” 

Harry let you go, watching as you ran into the field with your hands extended out. His heart was beating so hard in his chest as he watched you move freely, practically dancing in the grass as you tried to catch one. When you finally did, you turned towards Harry with a smile that rivaled the moon’s brightness shining down over both of you. He moved forward, peeking into your hand as you carefully opened it. The soft yellow glow had nothing on your giggles. 

“Dad calls me bug a lot because I used to love catching them when I was a kid.” You whispered, opening your hand up so that the bug could go free. “They’re so stunning.” 

“Lightning bug.” He let out a breathy laugh. “You remind me of one now that I’m thinking about it.” 

“How so?” You ask, turning towards him. 

Harry grabbed both of your hands, pulling you into his chest with a grin. 

“You’re so fucking bright.” He said. “You literally glow, and I don’t even think you notice it. Even when we first met and you were pissed off or upset about whatever, you were glowing.” 

“That’s called sweat, Harry.” You grimaced, rolling your eyes at his affection. “Do you really mean it?” 

“I really do.” 

Harry pressed his forehead into yours as his hands slipped from yours. He dropped them to your waist, digging his fingers into your sides as you basked in the moment. Your lips started to tingle with the need to kiss him, almost overwhelming your senses. You let your hands slip over his biceps as you push yourself back, clearing your throat, as if to bring you back down from the cloud he had you stuck on. 

“I really want to kiss you right now.” You whispered. “But I know that I shouldn’t. 

“Why shouldn’t you?” His brows pulled together as you took a step back. 

“Because you’re the star of my father’s team, and I can’t get in the way of that.” You felt your lips falling into a frown. “I can’t do that to him, and I can’t do that to you.” 

“Are you saying you expect us to fail?” His brows shot up. “Before you even give us a try?” 

“I don’t want to be the thing that stands in the way of you and your dream.” You confess. “What if things did go wrong between us? We hardly know each other, Harry! You can’t be certain-”

“I know enough about you, Y/N.” He let out a confused laugh. “But, the fun thing about relationships is the learning part! It’s okay that we don’t know everything about one another.” 

“You’re not scared at all?” You asked. “What if we break up and it’s one of those really bad breakups? I wouldn’t be able to go to games anymore to support my father, and he’s going to ask why.” 

“I refuse to let it end poorly.” He shook his head. “I don’t know if you’ve realized, but I’m pretty determined about getting what I want, and I want a chance to love you, Y/N.” 

Love.

That warm, ooey-gooey feeling that would slowly take over your entire life. 

Love. 

In a few moments, you could see it all flash before your eyes. 

Your first date with Harry. 

Your first time. 

Your first fight. 

Your first, I love you. 

Seconds later, you were launching into his arms. 

When your lips pressed against his, it was messy. You put too much force behind your kiss, and you nearly knocked him onto his back as he wrapped his arms around you. When you pulled away, it was only for a second. You pressed your lips back into his with more purpose, a gentle kiss slowly sending that warm feeling up your spine. You didn’t care about the consequences or the rules at this moment. All you could think about was how great it felt to go after the one thing you really wanted. 

Harry. 

“Easy there, lovie.” He pulled back, pressing a breathless kiss to your nose. “We’ve got plenty of time, I promise.” 

“You can’t promise that.” You dropped your head down to the crook of his neck. “But I’ll take it for now.” 

Harry chuckled, softly squeezing you in his arms before he pulled back. 

“Lay with me?” He asked. “I wanted to show you the stars when I pulled you out here.” 

“Oh.” Your cheeks grew warm. “Sorry.” 

“Don’t be.” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “It was worth it.” 

After you rolled your eyes, Harry plopped his but down on the grass. 

Seconds later, he helped you down with his hands on your waist. You lay down next to each other, your fingers laced together as you looked up at the night sky. The silence that washed over you was almost therapeutic. You were mesmerized, amazed that you could actually see the stars clearly, no smog blocking your view of the bright lights. 

“Is that the little dipper?” You lifted your hand up, pointing at the constellation. 

“Yeah,” Harry said softly. “That one over there is the big dipper.” 

“Wow.” You whispered. “It’s breathtaking.” 

“When I’m done walking you home, I always come back.” He said softly. “I lay out here for hours, mostly thinking about you, and my family, and this wonderful opportunity I’ve been gifted.” 

“You think about me when you’re thinking about all of those things?” You turned your head towards him. “That makes me sound like I’m special.” 

“You are.” He said. “You were the first person I met here, besides your Father, and...I don’t know. Something about you just makes me feel so happy and so full. I don’t feel so homesick when you’re around.” 

“I know the feeling.” You smiled softly at him. 

You moved your body closer to his, resting your head against his shoulder. 

You had a feeling that this was the start of something great.

[wulfies-corner]

Idiot

Fandom: Star Wars

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Summary:  One pilot can't live without the other. One pilot keeps attempting to sacrifice themselves for the other. Crashes, arguments, and Winter Solstice ensue. 

Prompt: A scarf, a present wrapped very poorly, a kiss.  

Waking from a dream was always difficult for you. Your dreams always depicted a life that was better than what you had now. Not that your current life was terrible, but fighting an endless war on the losing side wasn’t what you called ideal. Your dream, cheesy and what you might say was ‘under budget’ for a dream was what you would call ‘grasping at straws.’ A beautiful but simple meadow, music playing softly from somewhere else in the distance, you in a dress you’d never thought you’d ever see yourself in and… him.

You danced through the grass and the flowers, his hand on your hip, firm but loving. The smile on his face, nervous but kind. His presence unreal but welcomed. The love that surged through his gaze calming. You would never believe this was actually happening, you would need to pinch yourself to make sure-

“(Y/N)!”

You awoke with a start, a rapidly beating heart, flushed cheeks and sharp pain surging through your body. There is nothing sweeter in this sad, miserable, war-torn world than someone you love calling your name, but… the tone in which your name was spoken felt bitter and worried. The room around you was white and well lit; the atmosphere alone indicated that you were in the medibay again and in very big trouble. You looked up at the culprit of your awakening, spotting him.

“Poe…”

“Cut the crap, (Y/N),” Poe was angry. That was the first thought that surged through your brain once his expression and tone of voice wriggled its way into your vision and your ears. “Why would you risk yourself like that?! Again?!”

“I…”

His hands planted themselves on his hips. His brow was furrowed and his eyes channelled the fury of a thousand suns. “You had better not try and work up some excuse! What you did out there was stupid, irrational, and not to mention dangerous!”

“Poe,” you squint in pain as a stabbing pain shoots through your leg. You knew what you did and you weren’t about to regret it. “I did it to save you!”

“At the cost of your own life?!” He yelled. “(Y/N), we’ve talked about this! I can’t have you dying in the field and especially not for me!”

“Why not for you?!” You argued back. “Why not die for the person I’ve looked up to since I was a little kid? Why not die for the person I grew up with, admired, learned from and fought for?!” You took in a deep breath, much more defiant than you’d ever thought you’d be towards him.

“Maker, you’re such an idiot!”

The word echoed in your head and you couldn’t think of anything else to say. ‘Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.’ Your mouth hung open and tears pricked your eyes. You watched Poe’s expression fall. He knew what he said, but he stood his ground. “You need to rest.”

With that simple sentence, he turned to leave. He stopped at the door as a nurse approached, most likely to see what the commotion was. He quietly explained away the shouting and continued on his way. As Poe’s distinct footsteps retreated from your earshot, the nurse peeked inside and raised an eyebrow in a silent request to enter the room, her pink hair swishing as she tilted her head to the side. You smiled sadly at her and nodded, laying your head back down on the pillow beneath you.

“Hey, (Y/N),” she sighed. “How are you feeling?”

“Not too great, but thanks for asking, Rhi.” She sat down at the edge of your bed, revealing a cup of liquid medication in her hand. She laughed at your immediate reaction of disgust.

“This will help until your next session in the Bacta tank,” she explained, barely containing her laughter, tipping the cup against your lips and giggling at your reaction to the horrible taste.

“That tasted like ass,” you complain, sticking your tongue out and shuddering.

“How would you know what ass tastes like?” She teased, standing up and running a hand gently through your hair.

You pouted at her but felt more relaxed as she played with your hair. “What happened after I-”

“You crashed,” she interrupted. “Pretty severe, you’re lucky to be alive. You were in the Bacta tank for a week. We had to take you out for a little bit lest you turn into a raisin,” Rhiannon half-joked with a chuckle. “Two more days inside of it starting tomorrow and you should be able to move on your own. I’d say that you’ll be eligible to fly again in about three weeks.”

“I’m not sure Commander Dameron would be too pleased with me flying again.” You comment, distaste in the remembrance of your argument with your other best friend.

“Well, he’s not happy, to say the least,” Rhiannon agreed. “This is the third time you’ve done something like this, but never so much as to nearly die. (Y/N), I say as both your nurse and your best friend, you need to be more careful!”

You rolled your eyes. “As careful as I can be running assaults on enemy ships.”

“Exactly. You’ve got a broken leg, three broken ribs, eighteen stitches in each of your arms, a black eye and one bad, bad case of road rash almost everywhere else. You really could have died. Despite the fact that I think it was bad for your health for Poe to yell at you like that, he was right.”

“I hate it when you take his side,” you moan.

“I know.” Rhiannon stood, smiling mischievously. You groan as her hand leaves your scalp. “Now get some rest. I want you to be up and not grouchy for more Bacta tank tomorrow.”

“But I-”

“Rest.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll rest.”

~

The next morning, you were woken up in the midst of another dream, being brought into the tank room, still under the influence of groggy exhaustion. Despite this, you were also given a heavy sedative to help you handle the Bacta, a liquid with viscosity somewhere between watery jello and thick slime, not an ideal thing to be submerged in at first.

The liquid of the Bacta tank hit your eyes when you woke up again two days later, not so much to be painful but instead slightly awkward. The outside was blurry to you and the breathing apparatus was blocking at least half your vision. You felt much warmer than you had than the entirety of your stay on this frostbitten planet, ever so slightly thankful that Rhiannon was a stickler for old tech and refused to have you lay completely naked in one of those suits filled with artificial Bacta.

As soon as your vision cleared the best you could, your eyes widened at the silhouette of Poe. He was staring straight at you and his expression immediately softened from being consumed by worry as soon as he noticed that your eyes were open. He looked to be holding something, but the apparatus was keeping you from seeing the entirety of his body. He pressed his right hand against the glass, his forehead soon following. You couldn’t hear him, but somehow you knew he was saying something. You, in turn, placed your hand over his before your sedation took over once more.

~

Being ‘freed’ from the Bacta tank was one of the worst experiences you’ve ever had besides being in an X-Wing crash. Bacta was warm and comforting, like taking a bubble bath in the perfect temperature of warm water or being swaddled in a blanket that had just come out of the dryer. You could feel relaxed and at peace. It was a place where you could sleep, breathe clearly (you had to give credit to the apparatus for that one), and feel like you were getting stronger.

Now that you were laying back down in your bed, you felt cold, stiff, and so strangely light that it felt like you would need to be tied down in order to not just float away. Slightly thankful that you could sit up now, you hunched over and attempted to hug yourself into the thin standard issue blanket to squeeze what little warmth you had left from the Bacta tank.

The hiss of a door opening caused you to lift your head, teeth beginning to clatter as a cool breeze followed Poe into the room. You hoped to the Maker that he wasn’t as cross as last time. You’d never been able to properly handle an angry Poe, even though you’d spent the majority of your life around him.

“Ever heard of knocking?” You ask sarcastically, watching Poe as he moved toward you and knelt before you on the floor. Your bed was quite low to the ground, so Poe was about at eye-level to you, but neither of you could look each other in the eye.

“Sorry, didn’t think it through,” he apologized, his face much more relaxed than before. You were thankful that he’s calmed down, but you knew that he wouldn’t hesitate to argue with you if you tried to defend your stance on the whole ‘sacrifice myself for Poe’ situation.

“Knocking or yelling at me?” You ask, hesitant of the answer.

“Both.” He paused. “You must be freezing.”

“Yeah, a little bit,” you shrug. “I guess it will be worth it, I can move on my own now.”

“(Y/N), you-”

“I know I was being stupid,” you sigh in dejection, cutting him off. “But I still stand by my decision to do it. I couldn’t bear to see you die.”

“How do you think I felt after I watched you crash?” He asked, voice firm but softer than the yelling match you two had been in two days before. “I was worried, terrified that the split second of you looking at me from your ship would be the last time I saw you. I don’t think you realize how important you are.”

You scoff. “I’m not an ace pilot like you, Poe. If I died, the Resistance could find someone to repl-”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” he huffed and finally moved his gaze to meet yours. He lifted his arms and you noticed he was holding a scarf, the one that he always wore out on grounded scout missions. He beckoned you to lean forward and you did cautiously, “I’m not gonna choke you with it, silly.”

“Sorry.” You let him wind the scarf gently around your neck, the warmth of his hands helping your shivering, even if it was just a little bit. You leaned into the touch of the cloth, subtly taking in Poe’s scent.

“(Y/N), you’re my best friend,” he started, gripping your hands. “You’re important to me. To think that you would have died and it was my fault that I couldn’t protect you, I-”

“It wouldn’t be your fault. I’d trade my life for yours any day and I would take full credit for that,” you countered.

“And what would I do then, huh?” He was raising his voice again, and you looked off to the side at the wall in guilt. “What I’ve been trying to say is… I… I can’t live without you.” He gently pressed a finger to your jaw, gently guiding you back to look at him again. “Don’t you understand that things like that go both ways?”

“I never thought that…” you sigh, unable to form your words. “Poe, you remember when we were kids… and I was always so afraid that you and BB-8 were going to run off and go on adventures with someone else?”

Poe’s eyebrows furrowed. “Yeah, I remember.”

“I always thought that one day you would do it. That one day I wouldn’t mean anything to you anymore... and... I just thought that if one of us had to die for this,” you gesture around you, “to die for the galaxy, it would be me because you could run off and go on adventures with someone else and I couldn’t.”

To your surprise, Poe pressed his forehead to yours. “You’re such an idiot,” his voice was soft, barely above a whisper. “Such an idiot,” without much time to process what he meant, he brought his lips to meet yours. His grip on your hands tightened, and the feeling of your first kiss with Poe - your first kiss ever - was better than you could ever have imagined. Soft, nervous, kind, loving.

When you separated, Poe smiled at you. “No more of this dying business, okay?”

“Okay,” you nod slightly.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Poe stood, and you were a little nervous that he was going to leave again. To your relief, he sat next to you, reaching into the pocket of his jacket. “To that end, (Y/N), I know it’s still a few days from Solstice, but… I thought that I could give this to you early.”

“A present?” You ask. “Poe, I don’t deserve it.”

Poe chuckled. “I may still be mad at you, but you did save my life out there. I’d say you’re plenty worthy. Now come on, open it.”

Poe handed you a (very) crudely wrapped gift. It looked like he had taped on at least six layers of wrapping paper, ripped at the corners from the stress of his pulling. You grinned at the little gift, unsure that you were capable of ripping apart Poe’s effort. Still, you pressed on, carefully undoing the tape and making your way through the layers of red and green paper.

When you came to the end of the layers, you gripped the velvet box in your hands. You raised your eyebrows and looked at Poe, who was grinning in anticipation of your reaction. Lifting open the box, your eyes widened at what was inside.

“It’s Kyber,” Poe explained. You picked up the leather string the gem was bound to, the smooth feeling of the translucent rock sliding over your palm somehow made you feel at peace; like you were back in the Bacta tank where you didn’t have to worry about anything. “I thought that it would only attune to Jedi, but Leia told me that since the Force lives inside everything, it will help keep you calm and eventually it will change colour to represent your personality.”

“Poe…” you listened to the hum emitting from the Kyber, closing your eyes and leaning against his shoulder. “Thank you.”

You winced when Poe placed an arm around your shoulders, but you wouldn’t let him back off. “I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you, too.”