#i have like 700 poe

[dollfat]

this game keeps surprising me in little ways. i didnt expect to be able to wear links little ponytail, and i especially didnt expect purah to comment on it. now i took a picture of a blue bokoblin for a statue, and rather than some generic pose, its exactly the position i took the photo in. its so delightful and now i gotta get even more ridiculous photos of monsters.

[dailyreverie]

Adore you

Part of the Your Wish is my Command universe

A/N: Requested by @dameronshandholder 💖 thank you so much for sending one in! This one ended up being 700 words of Poe being a sweetheart (and tbh exactly what I need rn). I hope you enjoy this warm Poe hug 😊

@flufftober - Day 4 Cinderella Moment (the "ugly duckling" gets their moment to shine)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Solo!reader

Word count: 763

Flufftober masterlist || SERIES MASTERLIST

If there was something Poe truly admired about you, it was your quiet dedication. You always knew just what to say and when to say it, your words carrying an intelligent and thoughtful touch. Even during missions, your first instinct was to praise your team and share the credit with them. "I don't need anyone kissing the ground I walk on," you had once remarked, prompting a playful roll of Poe's eyes. He respects your work, applauds it every time he can, but sometimes he wishes you would let others see how hard you worked.

Poe's wish came true when you returned from a week-long mission, one that had started with you sifting through intel at your desk and eventually leading your squad to investigate a supposed First Order station. Your departure had been a quick, hidden kiss behind crates, but your return was met with cheers and applause. 

He sees you come back victorious, like a bounty hunter who was about to get their life's worth in credits. The word had spread quickly, and soon not only the general, but most of the base went up to you. He sees you from afar, not able to contain the proud smile that begins to form on his face and the warmth in his chest that creeps up when he sees the praise you are receiving from everyone. With everyone clapping and cheering your cheeks begin to hurt from smiling and laughing; your mother goes up to hug you and whispers something in your ear that Poe can only guess is a confirmation of how proud she is of you, your own squad pushing you to receive the recognition you deserve. He could spend all day every day hearing all the wonderful things about you that you are getting from everyone, just to make you see that everything he sees in you is true.

From his spot far away from the crowd, Poe can see the sudden flicker of your eyes among the multitude that surrounds you, your search for him evident in his eyes, to which he can’t help but chuckle. You find him as if you had heard him, your cheeks immediately heating up from the way he’s looking at you alone, welcoming and shining, ignoring every rule of discretion you may have set before. If it were for you, you would ignore everyone else and run towards him, wrap your arms around him, and let yourself melt in the sweet nothings you knew he was saving for your ears only. 

When the crowd finally dissipates he’s still standing there, the same glorious smile on his face waiting for you when you finally go up to him.

"Lieutenant," Poe greeted you with a nod, his smile revealing the depth of his feelings.

"Commander," you replied, your cheeks still flushed. "All of this attention feels a bit much." You did your best to remain professional in your words, knowing people could still be around, but deep inside, you yearned for Poe to whisk you away to his quarters and let you forget about the mission entirely.

“Are you kidding me? Sweetheart, what you did was amazing. You deserve every praise, and every cheer, and every hug everyone wants to give to you.” Poe declared, his hands gently caressing your shoulders with subtle motions to keep your focus on him. "I'm so glad that everyone can now see what I see. That you see what I see."

“Thanks, Poe.” Your words choke on your throat. You didn’t expect to get emotional, but the way he speaks makes tears begin to sting the corners of your eyes, his kind and beautiful eyes only emphasizing every word he says. 

"I'm incredibly proud of you," Poe continued, his eyes looking around to ensure privacy before brushing away a stray tear that had escaped. "Always."

“Maker, I must be exhausted.” You chuckle as you justify your emotions, sniffing and wiping away your tears. “And I missed you, so damn much, which is probably why I’m getting so emotional.”

“I missed you too.” Poe joins your laughter and hugs you close to his chest, rocking you side to side softly. In the middle of his tight embrace, you can hear him whispering one more “I’m proud of you” against the top of your head where he seals the words with a lingering press of his lips.

Reluctantly, you pulled apart, but your hands lingered, promising a reunion after your mission debrief with the General. At that moment, you both knew that the sweetest reward awaited in each other's arms.

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Thanks for reading! Please reblog and comment if you enjoyed it!

[blues824]

Hi! May I request the housewardens with a Raven!like s/o from Teen Titans?

💜 She's the daughter of a human mother and demonic father

💜 She's an empath and able/can sense both pain and disease and can remove them, assimilating them to her own body and expunge them but at a cost of great physical pain. She can also read the emotions of others and control them, also granting her telepathic-like insight into their minds.

💜 Her weakness is strong emotions. She has the ability to feel other people's emotions. But if she comes into contact with an individual with strong emotions whether good or bad, it will overwhelm her and bring her pain.

💜 Her main power is the ability to channel her Soul Self, projecting her spirit outside of her body to scout, fight, or manipulate objects.

💜 She is quiet, troubled, brooding, grim, moody, seemingly emotionless, intelligent, studious and sarcastic. She can always come up with a smart remark.

Take your time with this ask, and don't rush to finish it :)

I apologize, but since I didn’t have any motivation I will be giving you three housewardens. Can’t believe I have over 700 requests-

Riddle Rosehearts

He is very intrigued since you were a demon-human hybrid. However, you used your powers for good rather than how your father originally intended, and that’s something that he looks up to. You don’t let your parentage define you, and he takes a page from your book in that aspect.

Honestly, Riddle overwhelmed you a lot because he was always angry and in pain because of his past and how he is scared to disappoint his mother. When you told him, he realized that if he wanted to be with you then he needed to change his ways. So guess who started going to therapy!!!

Riddle doesn’t like your sarcasm, but you were very down-to-earth, which he appreciated. You both were quite the pair, only told of in old romantic but tragic novels. This most definitely showed in how you both liked to write letters to each other; a rather formal way of communication, reserved for the two of you.

When he overblotted, you were torn. However, you used your soul-self to battle him. He didn’t even see the raven before being easily taken down by it. The last thing he remembers before being taken to the infirmary was you rushing over and holding his body close. Even when he attacked you, your love for him was still there.

Leona Kingscholar

He was wary of you because you were a very powerful demon, but you often used it for the good of others rather than just yourself. He respects the fact that you are trying your hardest to not be like your dad, since he tries not to suck up to his older brother’s expectations as well.

Unfortunately, his anger became an overwhelming source of emotion and energy for you, and you had to write a short note saying so when you saw that he was getting increasingly upset at you avoiding him. Once he was informed of this, he started taking measures to relieve his anger, like exercising more.

He loved how feisty you could sometimes be, especially when you were sarcastic. You both could go back and forth for hours because you both didn’t like losing battles. Instead of calling you ‘herbivore’, he probably called you ‘Poe’ after Edgar Allen Poe.

When he overblotted, you took quick action and used your Soul-Self powers. You used your actual body as a diversion so that you had the element of surprise, and it worked. As he saw the raven go back inside your body, he couldn’t help but feel proud of you for making such a quick decision without hesitation.

Azul Ashengrotto 

He was intimidated by you. You were a powerful half-demon who couldn’t be kept under a contract because that’s not how this works. It’s like how he can’t steal the ears of a beastman because it was biologically instilled within them.

Azul doesn’t tend to show too many emotions, but you can sense his fear and insecurities and it makes you a bit anxious. You tell him this, and he just feels exposed. However, he has been taking active steps to getting to a place where he can look in the mirror and feel good about himself.

This cecaelia is the type to like your sarcasm when it’s directed towards someone who is doing something stupid (Ace). When it’s directed towards him, he is low-key kind of offended. Like, weren’t you supposed to be on his side?? You didn’t have to call him out on his shady business deals…

Anyways, when he overblotted, your speed wasn’t affected by being underwater. Someone might have thought you were descended from a sea animal because you actually moved faster. You used your Soul-Self and managed to defeat him while causing a distraction with your actual body (think scarecrow in a field). Last thing he saw was you running over and making sure he didn’t hit his head as he fell.

[nonhumanhottie]

And, lover, be good to me

Finnpoe one shot. 700 words. Kisses and fluff. AO3 link ~~~ Poe is up late and Finn needs to wrangle him to bed

There’s always work to do, and Poe doesn’t know how to do things in moderation.

It’s well into the night cycle, and the command centre is near-empty. Poe is at a terminal, reading reconnaissance reports on First Order-controlled systems in the Outer Rim. Despite the crushed leadership, the remaining officers hold on tight. Poe pours over the data, examining strategies to free these systems (and then also prevent them from falling into the hands of Outer Rim crime syndicates).

It’s never-ending. Poe’s eyes burn and he stops every few minutes to roughly rub his face. He could delegate this role to someone else; he trusts the command team. But if he wasn’t working on this, he’d be throwing himself into something else. He can’t sleep. There are ghosts in his room and echoes in the hallways. Victory was a fleeting sensation, and the adrenaline has long since worn off.

He keeps reading, bouncing one leg to keep himself awake. He considers stims, but that’s a habit he was proud to break; he can’t get caught up in that again.

Someone approaches the terminal. Poe’s stomach curls. At this hour, it must be someone presenting bad news. It’s always bad news.

He turns and Finn is standing there, holding a mug. ‘Oh, man, it’s worse than I thought,’ he says. ‘You look terrible.’

Poe wants to laugh, but it catches in his throat. He coughs. ‘I’m fine.’ He rubs his face again. ‘I mean, I’m not. But, you know.’

‘I have caf,’ Finn says, offering the mug. ‘I still don’t know how you like it, and unsweetened, too.’

Poe waves his hand vaguely. ‘Yeah, thanks, uh, just put it on the desk.’

Finn does so. ‘The caf is only for if I fail to convince you to go to bed.’

‘How’re you gonna do that?’ Poe asks, swallowing a yawn. He can’t prove Finn’s point for him.

‘For starters, sleep is important. Especially for a pilot.’

Poe snorts and returns to the screen. ‘You kidding? I’d kill to be in my ship right now.’

‘No one is stopping you.’

‘I’m stopping me.’ Poe holds up his hand. ‘Which isn’t a good reason, I know. Sleeping comes hard, though. I just. I just gotta keep going.’

‘I thought the point of making me your co-general was so you didn’t have to do this alone.’

Poe’s head jerks up. Finn isn’t upset; in fact, he’s smiling, patient and knowing. Still, Poe cringes and drags his hands down his cheeks. ‘I’m not. I wasn’t trying to—’

Finn leans down and kisses him. It’s very abrupt and more forward than Poe expected. It’s a little awkward but warm and comforting. Poe falls into it, and sighs, weary, wanting. He’s glad Finn initiates kisses now, a sign that the constraint of the First Order had forever washed away. A sign that Finn belongs right here with Poe, with the Resistance.

It’s exhausting work to clean up a galaxy so fractured and Poe doesn’t think he’s going to get a good night’s sleep for a long, long time. But Finn is beside him, his co-general. Finn grew into a leader, selfless and level-headed, the traits Leia was trying to guide out of Poe. Hell, Finn is probably a better leader than him, and he understands moderation.

With some exceptions. When Poe responds to the kiss by opening his mouth and touching Finn’s arm, Finn doubles his efforts. His tongue prods, pushes past Poe’s lips and he cups Poe’s cheeks. The worry melts away, for now, and Poe touches Finn’s waist. He chases Finn’s mouth until they’re both standing, pressed together, panting. For a brief moment, the galaxy is very small and very warm.

They pull apart, but not too far. Finn noses at his cheek, embraces him gently. ‘How do you feel?’

‘Like I just kissed a beautiful guy.’

Finn chuckles quietly. ‘The feeling is mutual, pal.’ He gestures his chin at the desk. ‘You gonna drink the caf I graciously made you?’

‘Unless you’re gonna offer me something better?’

‘Right this way,’ Finn says, nudging Poe’s lower back.

Poe follows, arm around Finn, and allows himself to enjoy this small, warm part of the galaxy.

[beloved-daydreams]

Folktober2023 Prompt: "The Cask of Amontillado by Edgar Allan Poe" ⚰️🕯

An attempt by

Hosted by @jurdannet and @jurdannetrevels

📘 700+ words (short!)

😎 Characters: Wren/Suren, mention of Oak, mention of Lady Nore

✒️ Tags: female rage, relflection, going a bit delulu

📢 Summary: Wren is back into the role of Queen Suren, but now that she’s supposed to be a true leader rather than a puppet, all her thoughts and feelings are in disarray. Seeking revenge and love, her heart is still full of fear, yearning and pain.

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It was way too rapid.

And because it was rapid, it was unfair.

After all of the fear, all of the violence and all of the pain, only a red stain had remained of the young girl’s nightmare bringer.

Never had she forgotten any of it, despite the distance, despite the decade that had flown by as she was trailing through life like a lost sleepwalker.

Now that Lady Nore was gone, Wren had realized that one of the scariest feelings she had repressed all those years was the rage they had built in her soft heart. A heart that had the bad habit of absorbing everything she was given. That rage had been fed to her and she had unknowingly kept it safe even as she was saving human life after human life.

Yet she had now become unable to save the human within herself, the one who would always agree to play the princess who only ever needs a prince charming to feel all better.

Dead? True love’s kiss.

Cursed? True love’s kiss.

Unloved and mistreated? A lost shoe then a true love’s kiss.

Everything could be solved with a true love’s kiss, the key words being true love. Had it meant something for Oak the same it did for her? Probably not.

It was always those two things that would swirl inside of her mind. The thoughts of a mother she wanted to bury but couldn’t, the heart of a man she wanted to own but couldn’t.

She wished for Lady Nore’s death to be slow and thousands of times more painful than how she had felt since that day they stole her away and shattered her small life bound to her room, to her home and to her town. She didn’t care for apologies or for that life to be given back to her anymore, she wanted the most profound pain possible to be felt in Lady Nore’s mind as her breath would be leaving her body. Mind, yes. Because Wren was convinced that the woman couldn’t possibly possess a heart.

And once the light would leave her eyes, she wished to effectively put Lady Nore’s body into the ground as a sign of her burial in her own mind. To forget after revenge, how nice would that be? Wren couldn’t know and she never would since there was nothing left of that monstrosity to bury. But oh how she wishes that she could.

To look into her eyes and say "Those who showed no mercy as they trampled all over my heart won’t have a restful slumber. The pain I felt as I was left to break on my own is real and it lives on beyond your glass walls, now it will put you to your grave. Do you see how ignorant you were of what you were building?"

That didn’t happen. Wren didn’t get to express what she wanted. To hurt them as much as she wanted. Did she ever truly get what she wanted? Even the boy who was locked in a cell didn’t belong to her, his soul was free, his heart light and adventurous as he loved many before her and will continue to love after her. She wanted to take everything entirely while only ever getting her wishes in parts.

Oak must think it’s so funny. Oh she’s crazy! As expected, what Tiernan said turned out to be true. Well, shouldn’t have doubted him I suppose. It’s okay though, she’s so smitten, she’ll break soon. A few smiles, a couple of compliments, truths mixed in lies, lies mixed in truths. She’ll trust me as soon as I offer a kind touch towards her. A hug, a caress, a kiss. As love starved, lonely and pathetic as she is, she’ll come back crawling on all fours.

Bury that thought, bury those thoughts. Please don’t keep hurting yourself even as the original source of your pain is gone.

A scene flashes in her mind, that mermaid kissing him before attempting to drag him down into the depths. Wren’s eyes that hadn’t drowned in years, finally getting a shaky vision under the extra layer of wetness. His lips on someone else’s, as if it was the logical thing to do. The easy path to take and only accessible against a kiss to a beautiful lady.

Bury that thought, bury those thoughts, bury him. Please make him disappear.

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I LOVE WREN AAAAAAAA I WANT HER TO GET SO MUCH LOVE AAAAAAGHH!!! 😠😠😠 Please consider leaving comments/tags so I don’t starve out of lack of love and attention! 🥰

[unpopularshipbracket]

Ships that got disqualified for being too popular:

Jared/Evan from Dear Evan Hansen, with 1166 fics

Gwen/Morgana from Merlin with 1942 (700 with otp:true)

Scott/Kira from Teen Wolf with 2875

These were hard to make a call for, because they were stated to have a lot of background appearances but few fics focused on them, but even low estimates put them over the 500 limit

Karma Akabane/Gakushuu Asano from Assassination Classroom with 702

tbh i didn't think anything from assassination classroom was that popular, so good for them!

Toga/Uraraka from My Hero Academia with 1083

Edgar Allan Poe x Edogawa Ranpo from Bungou Stray Dogs with 2340 (like, the authors? The real authors? What is Bungou Stray Dogs about?)

Sherlock Holmes/William James Moriarty from Moriarty the Patriot with 1666

And Finn/Rey from Star Wars. Why would anyone submit Finn/Rey, I asked myself. Surely they must have thousands of fics. Well, it turns out there's only 2,189. Which is way too many to be in this tournament, but a crazy small number for a major Star Wars pairing, so my thoughts and prayers go out to you, submitter

Finally, laffayette/laurens from Hamilton and enjolras/combeferre from Les Mis were both originally on the bracket, having between 500 and 600 fics each, but I did decide to make the cutoff a strict 500, so they had to be cut. my apologies.

[asexy-phoenix]

Even More Fic Recs

We’re still doing it, folks! All of these are single works, and if you’re curious there is a fic recs post coming that is all series, no single fics. So be on the lookout for that if you’re curious. Long post, fics under the cut

i missed me more by AslansCompass

a Percy Jackson and the Olympians fic about an aro/ace child of Aphrodite. Because if living in a world where an actual love goddess exists is hard when you’re aro/ace, imagine being the daughter of that goddess.

this fic IS part of a series that I will recommend later - for now this is the only work i have bookmarked

when the sun came up, I was looking at you by suzukiblu

did you ever want a hilariously funny miscommunication story that is also set in space and is full of Poe/Finn/Rey? If you did, this is the one for you! The premise is that, since food is so rare on Jakku, proposing involves people giving each other food as a gift. Rey arrives in the resistance and hilarious miscommunications ensue

Trade by SassySnowperson

hurt/comfort? Tatooine worldbuilding? A canon divergence where someone takes care of Obi-Wan and gives him the attention and love he deserves? That someone being the combined forces of Owen Lars and Beru Whitesun? THIS ONE HAS IT ALL

Mischief is its Own Reward by dalniente

this is probably the best Megamind fic I’ve ever read. A fake dating story where Roxanne brings Megamind with her for the holidays combined with copious amounts of fluff, pining, getting together, and open, honest communication! So good! My fave! Best fic!

Stranger Than Fiction by cereal

did you finish Broadchurch wanting Alec and Ellie to get together and be a cute, slightly oblivious couple? Read this, it’s awesome

richochet by PaintedVanilla

this is just...an excellently in-character fic where Alec is forced to confront his feelings when he and Ellie end up on a date together. Plus there’s sweet family banter between Alec and Daisy and just go read this one it’s great

A Quiet Night At Home by nightrose

A ‘Sherlock comes back after Reichenbach’ story where it’s calm and fluffy and soft in all the right ways. The best post-Reichenbach story out there, it did for John and Sherlock what an entire tv show couldn’t - gave them a happy ending. And it did it all in less than 700 words

To See a Soul by slothemperess

a double whammy soulmate au and wingfic! This story lived rent-free in my head whenever I thought about Jarida from the time I first read it on FFnet until I was finally able to track it down and bookmark it on Ao3 so, you know...it’s awesome and you should give it a read

Having It Sorted by AlabasterInk

a Harry Potter crossover where the Sorting Hat becomes friend and confidante to a group of immortal spirits. You guessed it, it’s an RoTBTD fic and it’s brilliant!

you are a paradigm by 1electricpirate

the first and so far only Potterlock story I’ve ever read, this one is excellent and makes me happy in all the right ways. And I’m not the only one, judging by the amount of collections this story has been added to

Intervention by Asidian

ugh, this one hits me in the feels. A post-Avengers story where Thor finds out that Loki’s punishment by Odin was far worse than he could have imagined and goes to Tony to ask for help. Full of hurt/comfort and family bonds, this fic singlehandedly reversed my expectations of Thor in the fic I write

 It is gory so beware, but not at the expense of the story

To Be Modified As Necessary by ignipes

did you ever wonder what the ten rules the Avengers needed to live together peacefully were? Find out in this excellent story!

Regulus Black and the Way Things Changed: A Not!Fic by imaginary_golux

like the title says, this isn’t really a fic. What this is, is a series of bullet points re-telling the entire Harry Potter saga from the ground up with the premise that Regulus Black becomes the turncoat that Dumbledore takes in. It’s absolutely not canon-compliant but that doesn’t matter because it’s funny enough to make me die laughing

Harry Potter and the Lack of Lamb Sauce by imagitory

it begins as a story based off the premise that instead of Slughorn, Gordon Ramsey is hired to be Harry’s potion teacher in his sixth year. It ends as a complex re-telling of the sixth and seventh books from the perspectives of several different witches and wizards all caught up in a war that is spinning them out of control. Seriously brilliant, you should read it. Even though it’s 99 chapters long

wonderterror by peradi

the Skywalkers, being descended from the Force, are not entirely human. A fic in three parts exploring that concept. Full of eldritch horrors and Skywalker drama, I wish this story was canon

How Far the Stars Fall, How Bright They Burn by Jahaliel, Ms_NothingSpecial

I’ll admit, I’m not that well-versed in the Clone Wars lore, but that almost doesn’t matter because the lyrical writing and amazing premise of this story makes up for that in spades. This is an AU where Order 66 doesn’t go as planned thanks to Force intervention and that’s just the tip of the iceberg

Feathers by SolarMorrigan

a character study of an autistic Newt Scamander and how he functions in a world that feels like it is designed to overwhelm him. I feel seen by this story, go check it out

Severus Snape and the Midnight Tea by inmyownlittlecorner

what is it like teaching potions to Luna Lovegood? And will she teach Severus something in return? A beautiful story about Severus and Luna in the oddest of friendships.

Let’s Do the Same as They by halotolerant

a Captain America story where Bucky, Peggy, and Steve run into another trio who has a similar relationship to theirs. A crossover between Captain America and Singing in the Rain doesn’t feel like it should work, but it definitely does and leaves me wanting more.

Mandala by Roberly

another soulmate au, this one a Sherlock story where soulmates find each other by coloured swirls that form matching unique mandalas on each others arms. Lots of worldbuilding and an ending that made me laugh out loud!

A Cloak of Moonlight by Gehayi

an evocative, richly-told story that takes the story of the 12 Dancing Princesses and expands into a world with lore and backstory. This story also fleshes out the princesses a bit more and makes their story more sympathetic and tragic and...oh just go read it. I can’t do it justice

How These Days Grow Long by Never_Says_Die

I read this story once, years ago, and I never forgot it. It’s a Walking Dead AU where Daryl and Glenn were dating before the apocalypse and got separated at the start of it. It’s a journey of a story that makes me feel so many things, especially Daryl and Glenn emotions. I had never thought of shipping these two but by the end of this fic I was convinced of their relationship

Ryan Bergara and the WTF Patronthingy by raven_aorla

to round off this list, yet another Harry Potter AU! This one is a crossover with Buzzfeed: Unsolved with lots of friendship and hurt/comfort included!

[intrepidradish]

Media: Star Wars

Year/my age: 2018/28

What drew me to the media:

It was 2017, the Last Jedi came out, and I stewed in the "hmm, that had a certain zest to it" for about a month. I liked Star Wars before like any child raised in the 90s with a father. We went the prequels and heard the complaints coming home from the theater. My dad died in October of 2017, but he did see The Force Awakens. I wonder what he would have thought about The Last Jedi, where Luke is a jaded, angry, failure of an old man. Probably like the rest of the old guard, spitting inconsolable rage.

At the time, I was in a newish job and so bored stupid I was depressed about it. I was living alone for the first time, in a new city and state, and I wanted to die. Pretty good recipe to get obsessed.

What made me a fan:

I am nothing if not consistent. The dark prince trope really fucking chest stabs me. I am a reylo. Or at least, I was. The Last Jedi is a very polarizing film. If someone is talking about it, they either love it or hate it.

Regardless, I think Rian Johnson is a better storyteller than JJ Abrams could ever hope to be. Even if you are annoyed about his choices, he has a point of view. JJ Abrams is the most milquetoast of writers, which is why we got at the end of the sequels the most milquetoast of stories. An average of opinions is the most dull one. He made few narrative stances, but a few were quiet clear. Rose and Finn and Poe were abandoned, and Reylo was shot in the face.

But those weren't things that made me a fan, just abruptly killed me interest.

So what itch did Reylo scratch? It's like Beauty and the Beast. Good, innocent heroine! Mean, evil villain. It's very simple. Enemies to Lovers is so ripe a plot device. Does she get turned? Does he get redeemed? How? Why? In what world or situation?

Kylo Ren is sort of an interesting monster too. He's a spoiled manbaby with a sword. Rey was pretty cookie cutter a heroine, but she had a spike of anger in her, which I always appreciate for storytelling.

I don't know what was the breaking point to read fanfiction, but I did, and I read fanfiction for months and months and months.

The meta was the best too, because everyone was trying to predict the next movie. Everyone thought that Disney was quite smart (they aren't), that they were making history (they weren't). But Star Wars has such lengthy, decades of lore, the meta pulled from everywhere.

Have I written fanfiction for it?

I tried, but it was terrible. I think I wrote 700 words for it. I did a retelling of that first torture scene where Rey and Kylo met. I never published it, thank god.

Why or why not:

It goes back to the lore thing. Too much of it! Also the fans were...ahem... frothing at the mouth violent.

Opinion on the fandom:

"I am cringe, but I am free."

The most important thing I took away from observing this absolutely dumpster-fire warzone is that you gotta protect yourself first and create a space that you can enjoy. I'm thankful for being a reylo because I was really really enjoying something very controversial. (oh no, two adults in a challenging relationship that may or may not be abusive. The horror. I've never seen that anywhere! Why could I possibly want to read about that?)

But it ripped the bandaid off. I like things that are cringe, and interacting with cringe things have improved my life (dare I say, made me a better person? ...no i darest not say it). It's also given me a lot of confidence in how I interact online. If I don't like something being said. I move on. It's very easy. If someone gets in my face about it, I block them. Do not engage.

I recommend everyone discover their cringe. It feels good. It heals you. Post anonymously. Savor it.

My opinion of the fandom is that its awful. Do not interact with it.

I dabbled again in it for the Mandalorian because I liked Cob/Mando. But even that wore on my patience very quickly.

Would I read again?

Star Wars is huge, but it's also Disney, which tastes bad. I don't watch their shows right now. Can I say I won't be dragged back into it at any point? No, I can't. It could happen again. I'm not immune to the call of massive sci fi universes. I really hope not. I have other things going on that need my attention.

[thegeminisage]

back at it in zelda. about to fight an obsidian frox which actually i think is the first one i ever ran into, back when i dropped into this chasm and got jumpscared by it and dinraal at the same time lol. this is my first obsidian frox fight so idk what to expect. i hope it's not too much harder...

oh that was totally fine actually. cool

i dont like the depths as much at night. like theyre not Scary scary but it's late and the effect is enough to make me a bit tense

found the tarrey mine! on accident mostly. i was aiming for it, but i got distracted by poes, but it was fine bc the poes led me here. so i was going the wrong way lmao

NICE i got a CANNON schema stone

irony of ironies that i have like 600 arrows and im running out of bows lol

ok, i did the rist mine? which is under the big sand spiral. HORRIBLE. so many of those little jumping guys that are too hard to catch.

decided i hate it down here. i gotta get outta here lol. like, i came down here w nearly 700 arrows and now i have like 575 or something, i gotta LEAVE.

first though. i have to spend as much of my zonaite as i can. i HATE that i cant just do this at one store lol

oh hey i was jumping from mine to mine to buy crystalized charges and i found a guy who hadnt given me a schema stone yet! and i remember visiting the kakariko mine AGES back and wondering what it was he had to give me lol. full circle at last

ok, that was my last stop. i have more zonaite but there's nowhere else to spend it. i have 600 crystalized charges though!!! batteryyyy

i have 6 and 2/3 of a battery now!!! almost halfway........

okay, i have to SLEEP ugh. tomorrow i need to start hustling on my shrines and then maybe finish off the fifth sage thing if i have time. but that'll be ALL the story until i'm ready for the end AAAUGH

under one hand, i REALLY want to play pikmin 4 with everyone else, and i know that once i do totk will take a backseat. so i wanna finish totk before then, like 100%

under the other...that's only 2 weeks from now. even if i get all my korok seeds and do all my sidequests, and that's a big if, there's no way i'll be able to grind for my armor mats too, and 100% means 100%.

so i'll either have to pause playing this game while i do pikmin, or just not do pikmin. tragic.

either way, i think i definitely wanna beat the story for the first time before then, and i at LEAST wanna do all the shrines before that, and maybe also finish that quest where you beat up master kohga. it seems so scary! only two weeks from now and i'll have finished totk!!! it can't be so close to being over already bc once it is the long, long, LONG wait for The Next Zelda begins..............i feel like this game JUST fucking came out but it's been almost 2 months................................

like, i'm still gonna have my sidequests and korok seeds and armor upgrading and the depths to explore but geez.

the craziest part is im at 170 hours and i feel like koroks alone are gonna take another 30, 40, 50? not to mention the depths, the armor grinding, the sidequests, the minigames...like there's no way i don't hit 250 by the time it's all over. i can't do that in two weeks. but i also worry if i put it down i won't pick it back up again

ANYWAY. sleep now, overthink videogames tomorrow <3

[kylo-ren-has-an-8pack]

Oneshots-To-Write List:

Stormpilot Military AU - Finn has always heard stories about the hero pilot, Poe Dameron, for as long as he’s been in the Air Force. What he doesn’t know is the reason for his hero’s disgrace and discharge. That all changes when he meets him by chance on his lunch break. 

Kylux Modern AU - Ren gets jealous when an attractive, successful ex comes platonically back into his boyfriend, Hux’s, life. (Spoiler: it’s poe)

Kylux (Canon) - Hux gets irresponsibly drunk. Kylo is there to see it.

OR Kylux (Canon) - Kylo gets irresponsibly drunk. Hux is there to see it. 

[moonknightly]

love, i think it is : poe dameron x reader

word Count: 700

warnings: bad writing

a/n: i know it’s short but i was feeling shit and yea

Is the sadness everlasting?

He’s been listening to you talk for hours.

He doesn’t mind, he’d listen to you talk for several more if that’s what you decide you need from him.

Even though he hates it. God, he fucking hates it. 

He hates the way your voice trembles and starts to shake when you get to the part that always hits harder than the rest. He hates the way tears enter your eyes, and that you’re too fucking stubborn to let them fall down your cheeks, even around him, even after all this time of knowing him.

He hates the way you brush your fingers through your hair and across your scalp, trying to soothe yourself the same way his mother used to soothe him when he couldn’t fall asleep at night, too afraid of the monsters made from dirty laundry piling on the bedroom floor. 

The piles have only gotten bigger as he’s gotten older, made to rival the skeletons in his closet, made to rival yours.

He fucking hates it. He hates it for both of you but he knows that now isn’t the time to think about himself, not that he ever does — Poe Dameron is the most selfless person you’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. 

Even when there is a moment for him to sit back and think about himself, he doesn’t. He’s always thinking about you. You’re right there, in the forefront of his mind, on the tip of his tongue and crawling through his veins. You’re always right there. 

For a while, he thought maybe he hated that too. He thought that maybe he didn’t matter as much to you as you did to him, but of course that was never the case. Of course not.

Love just makes people do crazy things. It takes already complicated emotion and twists it into something unrecognizable, something that burns and aches yet sings and blooms all in the same breath. Of course it would make his anxiety blossom alongside it. 

Especially because while you love him, have always loved him, it’s not romantic. It’s not the same type of love that Poe feels for you. It’s not the same type of love that you feel for him. 

And that’s taken him a while to process, to get over. You don’t have to love him like that, just because you don’t doesn’t mean you don’t love him at all. You’re allowed to love him like a friend, like a brother. You don’t have to reciprocate his feelings.

But God, does he want you to. He so wants you to.

He’s not sure you ever will. Especially after this, especially after him. 

Especially when you’re so heartbroken, the idea of loving anyone again seems impossible. 

He can see it in your eyes, or rather, it’s vanished — the trust you once had, the promise of forever, even if it was for him and not for Poe. It’d been there, clear as day.

And it’d all been taken away from you, ripped away just like every other good thing in your life. 

Poe thinks he hates that the most. 

That you feel like you have nothing left to give. Like there’s no good left, anywhere, even in him — you don’t say it, but Poe can tell. 

You’re waiting for the moment he’s ripped away from you too. 

And you’ve been hurt so many times before, Poe can tell that you’re trying to figure out if it’s even worth hanging on or if you should just give up, give him up before he’s taken away. 

He doesn’t want that. That’s the last thing he wants but he doesn’t know how to make you see that. Poe never plans on leaving you or letting anyone take him away but past scars refuse to let you believe it.

Everyone lies. Everyone leaves. You’d let yourself believe for the first time ever that things could be different and you’d only been hurt again. 

Poe just doesn't know how to fix it, how to fix you.

He’s not sure he’ll ever be able to. 

Love, I think it is.

[writeforfandoms]

Jen's 700 follower celebration!

Shhh forget the fact that I'm still working on the 500 requests...

Here we are y'all. There's now 700 of you. Dunno where you came from but I hope you like it here. There's lots of chaos and shenanigans.

So! To celebrate y'all, I'm gonna do a fun little ficlet thing!

Seven sentence ficlets!

I've seen the idea floating around in various iterations from various people, so I'm just yoinking it for my purposes here.

Send me a character and a prompt and I'll write you a seven sentence ficlet!

More info and rules below:

Okay y'all. Some quick simple rules:

Please only one character per prompt. It's best if you give me a simple prompt, or an open thing.

You can send as many as you want but it might take me time to get to them.

If you have a certain mood you'd like, include that and I'll see what I can do.

If you want your request set in a certain universe (BtbW for example) add that and I'll see what I can do.

Requests will be open from Friday, March 18 through Sunday, April 3.

As for characters... Almost any character. There are a few I don't know from Pedro's earlier roles, but I'll take a shot at most anyone. List is below.

Din Djarin

Ezra

Jack Daniels/Agent Whiskey

Marcus Pike

Marcus Moreno

Max Phillips

Frankie Morales

Pero Tovar

Dave York

Javier Peña

Oberyn Martell

Bonus!

Boba Fett

Fennec Shand

Poe Dameron

Santiago Garcia

Steve Murphy

I'll probably reblog this a few times through the two week period.

[fairydxll]

I've Reached 700!

I could not be more overjoyed by how many of you there are. I'm so happy that people have been able to enjoy my writing as much as I have. It also blows my mind how you guys are able to put up with me. I'm literally so annoying.

Overview: So I've decided to do a different event rather than the usual sleepover I've done for my 300th, 400th, 500th, AND 600th. Something new would be refreshing and more exciting ;) kinda inspired by @childeluv btw

I will be using #​rue’s 700 celebration for this event

~ Rules ~

The emojis all represent specific hc ideas. Pick an emoji and one character and I'll turn it into a headcanon.

Pls do not ask for anything extra. As in only what is on the list. I will also list my characters for each fandom that you can choose from on this list.

If you have any question, feel free to ask away. I am always here to talk :)

Thank you for getting me to 700 and enjoy the event <33

THIS EVENT IS CLOSED

To-do list

Headcanons

🍒 ; their favorite body part of yours

🍊; how they handle fights

🌸 ; what was your first time like?

🌺 ; flowers that remind them of you

🍰 ; caring for you while you're sick

🧃 ; caring for them while they are sick

🎀 ; how they hold you

🥞 ; do they cook for you?

🌼 ; when they miss you

🥧 ; things they’ll never admit

🧚🏻‍♀️ ; what was your first kiss like?

🐛 ; what does a 'lazy day' look like?

🌈 ; do they want kids?

🍄 ; their ideal date

💌 ; what is their love language?

~ Characters ~

Hp -> Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Cedric Diggory, Neville Longbottom, Pansy Parkinson, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, & Regulus Black

Marvel -> Peter Parker, Michelle Jones, Loki Laufeyson, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Thor Odinson, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Pietro Maximoff, Yelena Belova, & Sylvie Laufeydottir

Star Wars -> Anakin Skywalker, Padme Amidala, Luke Skywalker, Kylo Ren, Rey Skywalker, & Poe Dameron

My wonderful moots ~ @mellifluousart @meiitanoia @lovegoodsgf @hey-there-angels @yoooespinosa @mwahforpeter @gwlvr @alice1nwoderland @el-imaskingforyourlefthand @ameliasbitvh @creeping156tin @ladyvesuvia @eloquenceflores @cupids-crystals @justanawolf @mendesxruel @crazy-beautiful @henqtic @slvt4fakerealities @electriclocean @parker07potter @fucky-bucky @mauvea @selenesheart @dorcasmeadowesx @artxemqs @childeluv @nevsmommy

[userpoe]

hello! may I humbly request 16 from the wordless ways to say I love you prompt list -- with Poe ofc please ❤️

16. Having a tickle fight until you’re breathless

(just shy of 700 words. warnings: all fluff! i have another tickle fight fic here, if that trope interests anyone)

“Don’t you think you should take a break?” Poe asked, his head popping down in front of you so suddenly that you jumped, nearly dropping your spanner. His hair was everywhere on account of his particular gravitational situation: he’d been sitting on the wing of the X-Wing while you worked on the hull, and he’d leaned his head back so he was looking at you upside down.

Oh, you definitely should take a break considering you’d been working for several hours already off the clock and the strain in your shoulders, but for whatever reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to tear away from working on the ship. Still, you let your hands fall to your sides and admitted, “Maybe?”

His grin was lopsided and infectious, “Definitely more than a maybe, sweetheart. I’ve been bugging you for at least two hours and Jess said you’d been working for a while before she turned in.”

Okay, he had you there. You pivoted away from him and the ship to head back to the mechanic’s trolley to sit your spanner down. You were in the process of unbuckling your utility belt to also store when you heard the soft thud of Poe’s boots hitting the floor, but he didn’t immediately follow you. 

You swung your belt off and stored it in one of the storage bins, turned around, and found the hanger suddenly empty. Frowning, you called out, “Poe?”

You didn’t get a reply and your lips curved further downward. This had all the makings of a trap, yet you found yourself walking through it anyway. You moved closer back to the ship and called his name again. “That bugging thing we talked about? Seriously starting to become true, Dameron. Where’d you go?”

Still no response. You stuck your hands on your hips as you rounded the back of the ship, figuring you’d find him on the other side, but that area was empty too. “Alright,” you murmured, eyeing every crook and cranny of the room. He wasn’t exactly the most stealthy man in the Resistance, despite being in charge of an elite intelligence-gathering squadron. His idea of being stealthy included ducking into a corner...lit entirely by a light sconce, whilst wearing black. “Where the kriff are you -” your sentence broke off into a squeal as a pair of familiar arms wrapped around your torso and lifted you off your feet, spinning you around, a familiar rumble of laughter breaking behind you.

Once your feet were back on the ground, Poe began to retract his hands from the front of your torso, but they didn’t venture far: instead, he ghosted his fingers across your waist like spider legs. You squealed again and tried to dance around his reach, but he kept catching you and tickling you even more, drawing more giggles out of you.

Eventually, you spun around in his arms, still laughing as he finally stilled his hands. His face was flushed from chasing you and his own laughter, his eyes sparkling like starlight. “It’d been too long since I heard that laugh,” Poe said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Mhm. A silly pun would’ve done the trick, too, you know. Instead of going to such extreme lengths,” you joked, poking him lightly in the chest. 

Poe clicked his tongue, “No it wouldn’t have because you just would’ve done the thing.”

“What thing?” 

Poe pointed at your face, “You purse your lips to try and hide your smile and roll your eyes whenever I make a pun.”

You laugh, “That’s because you have the sense of humor of a dad.”

“Ouch,” Poe said without any real feeling, still beaming. “You love it though.”

You hummed, leaning away from him, making a show of thinking about it for a beat before firmly shaking your head, “Nah I don’t.”

“You dooooo,” he said in a sing-song voice as you shoved him playfully away to head out of the hanger. He was close at your heels the whole way like you knew he would be. “It’s part of my charm!”

Maybe it was (it definitely was), but you weren’t about to tell him that.

[southeastasianists]

The artefacts had lain in the sea near an isolated rock outcrop, undisturbed for centuries.

Then in 2015, commercial and salvage diver Ahmad Qamarulhazman was scanning for debris underwater near Pedra Branca when he saw what looked like a stack of plates.

But they were covered with so much marine growth - algae, molluscs and other organisms - that he thought it may have been a ship’s radiator. Whatever it was, it didn’t look like it belonged there - wedged between rocks at about 8m underwater.

When Mr Ahmad surfaced, he told his supervisor Ramdzan Salim.

That chance sighting led to the discovery of the first ancient shipwreck in Singapore waters, with the largest haul of blue-and-white porcelain from any documented shipwreck in the world.

"IT'S MIND-BOGGLING"

Pedra Branca, located near the eastern entrance of the Strait of Singapore, is off-limits to most people. The subject of a territorial dispute between Singapore and Malaysia since 1979, the Hague determined in 2008 that it belonged to Singapore.

What prompted divers to head down was a maritime accident on Dec 30, 2014.  

A Singapore-registered barge, POE Giant 12, had run aground at Pedra Branca due to bad weather. The barge was carrying two bulk loader cranes and they were in danger of toppling on Pedra Branca’s historic Horsburgh Lighthouse.

As part of the salvage operation, the cranes were blown up and the divers were there to clear the debris from the explosions.

On that salvage operation in 2015, Mr Ahmad had been on his last dive and they were making sure scraps of metal from the demolished cranes were cleared.

Instead, he found celadon plates lost in the sea since the 14th century.

Back then, his supervisor Mr Ramdzam was sceptical when he was told about the items Mr Ahmad saw.

The waters around Pedra Branca were rough. How could ceramic or porcelain plates survive such conditions, as well as the construction of the lighthouse in 1851 and the explosions that had just gone off?

“It’s mind-boggling, isn't it?” Mr Ramdzam told CNA in an interview at his home on Wednesday (Jul 7).

“To us, especially, (who were) on the job - we were dealing with explosives … And on the very last day when Ahmad did the post-removal survey, we find fragile stuff still intact - literally like an elephant stepping on an egg!”

“Maybe it's fate - that these things wanted us to find them,” he added.

CLUES FROM EMPRESS PLACE EXCAVATION

When their work was done, a small group of divers went out in a dinghy and retrieved a few marine growth-encrusted plates from the seabed - but it was a mystery what they were and how they ended up there.

Mr Ramdzan, 49, recounted how at a team dinner later, someone alerted him to television news footage of excavation findings at Empress Place.

He caught only a glimpse of the news broadcast, but when he read the newspapers the next day, he saw a plate that looked exactly like one of those he had retrieved from Pedra Branca.

Archaeologists had discovered Chinese imperial grade ceramics among other artefacts at Empress Place. Lead archaeologist Lim Chen Sian said then that the artefacts could reveal details about life in Singapore before the early colonial days.

Archaeological digs since then have found artefacts dating back to the 13th century, substantiating the belief that Singapore was a trade hub before colonial times.

It took a while for Mr Ramdzan to reach the right person at the National Heritage Board (NHB). At the same time, he had also contacted an auction house. But when someone at NHB got back to him, he turned down an offer from the auction house to evaluate the items.

Mr Ramdzam recalled that they rode to a meeting at the ISEAS – Yusof Ishak Institute with the plates in a box perched on his motorcycle.

“We put them out on the meeting table ... and we can see their amazement ... we'd got some good pieces,” he said.

NERVOUS, UNSURE

Nine months later, Mr Ramdzan and Mr Ahmad, 33, were back at Pedra Branca with a small team from NHB and ISEAS, including Dr Michael Flecker, a visiting fellow at the archaeology unit at ISEAS - Yusof Ishak Institute.

The divers were initially nervous as they were unsure what exactly they had found.

“Could it be that those pieces we first found were the only ones there?” Mr Ramdzan said. “And then we mobilised the whole team ... only to find an empty seabed.”

But Dr Flecker came up from his first dive with a Chinese seal, said Mr Ramdzan, confirming that there was a wreck there. It was later said to be about 100m to the northwest of Pedra Branca.

During future expeditions, the treasures that were recovered included Longquan dishes and bowls, as well as blue-and-white porcelain pieces, either whole or in shards. But there were nearly no traces of the vessel that had carried them.

At a press conference revealing the haul on Jun 16, Dr Flecker, who has more than 30 years of experience in marine archaeology, said: “Remarkably, the first ancient shipwreck found in Singapore waters seems to be contemporary with 14th century Temasek.

“Apart from a large cargo of Longquan green-ware and other ceramics, she carried more Yuan dynasty blue-and-white porcelain than any other documented shipwreck in the world. Many of the pieces are rare, and one is believed to be unique.”

That piece was a blue-and-white bottle with a flanged straight neck that was still intact.

IT TAKES A TRAINED EYE

Juggling work and other commitments, Mr Ramdzan went on six other trips to Pedra Branca with the team over the next five years. But Mr Ahmad could not join any of the expeditions due to his work.

Mr Ramdzan said each trip began at the break of dawn. They would take more than three hours to sail from Singapore to the islet, then do two dives before heading back, reaching the mainland at about 8pm.

Excavation of the shipwreck’s contents went on until 2019, but the team continued work on another shipwreck that was found from detection surveys conducted by ISEAS in the area.

The second shipwreck is likely to be the Shah Munchah, a merchant vessel built in India, which sank while voyaging from China back to India in 1796.

Artefacts recovered from this wreck include Chinese ceramics and copper-alloy, glass and agate objects, as well as anchors and cannons of the ship.

How did delicate porcelain plates and ceramic artefacts lay under the waves for 700 years undiscovered?

Many were hidden in rocks or buried in the seabed, said Mr Ramdzan. For the first shipwreck, the items that were exposed were covered in marine growth or coral and it took a trained eye to recognise the treasures that lay barely 100m from Pedra Branca.  

What will go on display at the museum has been thoroughly cleaned and scrapped to reveal the original designs and carvings that lie beneath.

"INDIANA JONES"

A commercial diver since the age of 17, Mr Ramdzan had been on four wreck expeditions, the most memorable being the Tek Sing in 1999. Then, he helped retrieve more than 350,000 pieces of porcelain from the 19th-century Chinese junk, which sank to the bottom of the South China Sea in 1822 off the island of Bangka in Indonesia.

Wreck salvaging is rarer for Mr Ahmad, who in 2015 also joined Dr Flecker in searching for artefacts on the Empress of Asia, which was sunk by the Japanese in 1942. Such jobs are “rare”, he said.

Often, they would be called upon when ships are on fire, had run aground or when there is an oil spill or the threat of one.

“We respond to disasters globally worldwide pretty much like the fire service,” said Mr Ramdzan.

“Especially in the salvage industry, it's a dirty job ... You'll be diving in oil, you'll be diving in less than ideal conditions, in cargo holds or inside engine rooms,” he said.

“It is very rare that you actually dive in blue or clear waters.”

For them, salvaging wrecks is a “good break” from their daily jobs, said Mr Ramdzan.

And it was clear from Mr Ramdzan’s flat in the west of Singapore that he has a soft spot for things lost underwater. The living room was like a maritime museum, filled with artefacts he has reclaimed from the ocean.

“Someone labelled me as an ‘Indiana Jones’ because most of the things that I collect are novelty items from jobs,” he said.

“Most of the things that I put on display tell a story in their own way and some of them I wouldn't trade for all the riches in the world because I know there's only like one of them.”

[unstoppableforcce]

“don’t start what you can’t finish”

pairing: Poe Dameron x reader

1k celebration from an anon request !! I keep jumping back and forth between mobile and desktop so I figured I just post them instead of answering the ask directly

a/n: just a spicy little Poe writing, like 700 words that I wrote last night and am finally getting out today !!

In your defense, he started it.

Cutlery existed and Poe stuck his fingers in the dripping street food anyways, intentionally locking eyes with you as his thick fingers dragged over his tongue, lapping up all he could and refusing to let your stare deviate. If that wasn’t a call for war, you didn’t know what was.

With four hours left of recon through the bizarre before you could retire to your bunks aboard the ship, you knew it was dangerous to retaliate so quickly, but you just couldn’t let such a move go unchallenged.

You brought your drink to your lips and let it miss by just a bit, letting a stream of electric blue liquid fall from the corner of your lips, trail down your chin and drip onto your chest, following the dip between your breasts until it was out of sight.

Poe’s hot stare followed it the whole way.

Oh yeah, this was war.

His tongue ran along his lips as he pressed his comms into his ear, listening to the final instruction from Finn on the other side of the bizarre.

“Copy that.” He hummed before turning all of his attention back to you. “They’re going to do a circle of the target and we’ll follow up after.”

Giving a gentle nod of your head, your pursed your bottom lip out slightly and followed his stare as it dropped from your eyes to scan your whole form.

“Do you know what you’re getting yourself into, babe?” He taunted, leaning forward on his elbows against the table between the two of you.

But you merely matched his positioning. “Don’t start what you can’t finish baby.”

“I started it?” His chuckle was one of pure offense but the smirk rising to his lips argued otherwise. “I’m not the one who spent the whole trip here bent over with my ass in the air.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, “Oh you mean when I was fixing the converter?”

“Semantics.”

Taking the final sip from your drink, you tossed it into the receptacle at the end of your table and he did the same with his dripping meal. But as he stood, you stare couldn’t help but drift lower and the laugh that escaped you was one you also couldn’t stop before it bubbled out.

“You’re pretty bad at hiding how turned on you are…” you mused into his ear as the two of you reentered the crowd and his arm wrapped around your waist.

“You say that like it’s somehow my fault…”

“I bet I could help you with that…”

He turned his stare back to you instead of scanning the crowd, but you only bit your lip once more, practically begging him to let you.

Poe Dameron liked winning wars though.

With his arm around you, he redirected your route into a slightly less populated corner of the market and to the side behind a booth. But the second you two were out of everyone’s direct line of sight, he put your back to the wall, his lips to your neck and one hand on your ass while the other palmed over your chest.

You didn’t have time to catch your breath, you didn’t have time to hold him back, his hand dropped from your chest and found its way beneath your waistband.

“Poe— Oh Stars…”

But the second he was right where you wanted him, he pulled back up and dragged his lips from yours.

“We’ve got work to do, babe. Can’t have you getting distracted.”

Nudging his bulge with your leg, his confident smirk wavered slightly, only enough for you to see, your faces inches from one another.

“I agree, Commander, we’ve got work to do.”

He wanted to take you right there, pound you hard enough to knock the equally as taunting smirk from your lips, but Finn was back in his ear.

“They’ve finished their circuit, we’re up.” He sighed.

“Then you better adjust yourself.” You palmed over him and he moaned out before pulling back and fixing his own visuals problem.

Through clenched teeth and tousled curls, he let out a grunt of words, “You’re going to pay for this.”

“I sure hope so.”