#some poe angst i guess

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Stealing/ Affection: Link steals some time with Mipha after his death, and before his spirit rejoins his body in the shrine of resurrection.

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DISCOVER. L, I, M, P, Say it.

!! (Self aware bsd boys)

WARNING! Obsessive behaviour in some and angst.

A/N: Sorry for any grammer mistake i made!!

Self aware!Dazai, Chuuya, Jouno, Fyodor, Ranpo, Sigma x Gn! Reader

You really was the most airheaded human, in Dazai's eyes. Because he learned everything about you in just few weeks, while you only knew him as a popular 2d... character? Dazai knew he didnt thought himself as a human but being a non human in different world with a canon fact hurted him. He's not gonna even talking about the... writer version himself in your life. He just wanted something really clearly over his life and it was YOU. You, who made him self aware by mistake. You who made him fell for someone really. You, who made him want to live for a little longer to know you...

"Cute." Chuuya thought. You were really looking cute trying to sew a plush version of him while looking at the manga's colored page to match his features. He hated it when you closed the page tho. Yes he could always try to put himself that is connected with his... other self's but manga was the easiest one since he was origannly from here. He wondered. What would you look like in here too? Would you have powers? Would you meet him? Would you be... his love interest? Well he was never gonna know the truth. The only truth that he know was he was falling- no. Already fallen in love with you.

Jouno hated how stupid and complicated this situation was. And he hated how he couldn't do anything, even a simple thing for you. He hated how pathetic this... no he was. He fallen for you, who was a REAL different version of human. Who was in another reality. He knew that you didn't even knew what you did to him. In your eyes, he was just a character that you enjoyed... reading. Ah he guessed that life was giving him a punishment because of his brutal actions for others. How brutal....

You really wondered that if your pc got a virus or something. Because everytime you try to search or write something there was a thing that made you remember fyodor. Like when you try to an essay for your study, your computer would always write "fyodor" that any word that starts with f. Or when you opened a website you would always see fyodor's manga version. But you thought you just freaked out because... what kind of virus would do that right? Wrong. You were wrong for thinking you were wrong. Fyodor, who hacked all of your system would always make you remember who loves you most. He wanted to engrave himself into your subconscious. Because one day, when he finds a way to bring you into his universe, you would not lose your way to find him...

Ranpo had always thought he was smart. Or rather, it was like that in the past... Because ever since he met you, he saw himself as the smallest-brained person in the world. No matter how hard he tries, no matter how many times he reaches different thoughts, he couldn't reach you. While you could always reach him with a single page turn or google, he barely understood that you were from another universe... At first he thought you were just one of the games of Poe's books. He wished you were. Maybe if you were, he would never have fallen in love with you so hard...

Sigma was so surprised when he was able to discover you for the first time. But more than being surprised, he felt very close to you. Because you... were like a different universe version of him. He was born from a book. For him, you were a book that born in a different universe and watching him. The day you read the story about him and smiled because you felt close to him, he realized that he was in love with you. But if there was one part that wasn't surprising at all for him, it was that he couldn't reach you. Ah, because it wasn't just people playing with him all his life. His life was the biggest user playing with him. After all, It didnt change the fact ... he was really just a written person. In any reality.

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The Only One

Episode 8

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Summary: Your deepest, darkest secret is out. How will you handle this new attention? Who can get through to you? (I bet you can guess)

Word Count: 2.1k

Content: nothing too intense - self-doubt, mild angst, slight injuries

PREVIOUSLY on "The Only One"...

Poe backed away, stunned, brushing bits of gravel from his face and hair. He thought to approach you, but stopped short at a miraculous sight.

Your hair had tumbled down, beautiful and wild, your eyes closed in concentration. Hands clenched by your sides, you held yourself still as bits of rock and earth circled you slowly.

And behind you, dark, slick wings unfurled.

As the Millennium Falcon raced to its safe destination, Poe gripped your hand tightly, through the slightest opening in the storage bay where you had hid yourself.

His thumb gently stroked yours, back and forth, steadily, reminding you to breathe in time with his ministrations.

In...out...in...and out.

"That's my girl," he would encouragingly whisper at various intervals, calmly caressing and encouraging you to breathe through each hiccup and gasp.

It was a miracle he'd got you this far. He thought he'd never get you onto this ship and off that forsaken salty rock called Crait.

Previously...

The ragtag remnant of the Resistance momentarily stopped, stunned by the vision of your dark wingspan and bits of rock circling your body.

Poe winced at the tiny scrapes littering his arms, where you had inadvertently flung gravel outward using the Force - his bare forearms the only shield for his face.

Everything that could be going wrong for a person like you was now careening off a cliff into utter disaster.

Your secret made itself known to everyone. Both secrets: the fact that you could wield the Force and the fact that you possessed demon wings.

Worse, everyone was staring at you, disbelievingly.

Worse still, there was no time for this. Kylo Ren and the First Order were surely mere minutes behind you all, following you through the hidden Rebel base in the mine.

Poe could hardly think of which fire to put out first, but he had to do something, before you panicked. You could not afford to have a panic attack right now - not with uncontrolled power such as yours. It would surely draw the wrong kind of attention - acting as a beacon for the First Order, impeding escape.

The Resistance would be finished once and for all, if you were found.

He started with your name, softly.

Your lip trembled at the sound of his voice.

Since the moment you sent rocks flying outward, you had yet to open your eyes.

"Ells," he repeated, with more urgency. "It's me. Can-can I touch your hand? Is that okay?"

Your chest heaved as reality began to take hold.

Poe ordered everyone onto the ship, hoping to disperse the crowd. Finn took notice and repeated Poe's command - the two of them realizing that Rey and Leia were sharing some sort of moment.

Something was wrong. Something greater than your display of power. You felt it too because your eyes snapped open.

"Oh no," you whispered, unable to understand that it was Master Skywalker's death rippling through the Force.

Thankfully, most everyone had boarded the Millennium Falcon by now, leaving Poe to reason with you. He nodded for Finn to join his comrades, and after concerned glances toward both you and Rey, he complied.

"Ells?" Poe repeated, reaching out for your hand. "It's just me. You okay? We have to get out of here. We have to board the ship."

Your eyes searched for Leia's. She met your gaze over Rey's shoulder during their embrace. You felt something in the Force - something painful, but you weren't strong enough to discern anything further - oblivious to the fact that Leia had just lost her twin brother.

It was then that you realized that Leia and Poe could now both see you for the demon you truly were, which made you automatically withdraw from Poe's reach.

"Come on, sweetheart," Poe coaxed, his dark eyebrows arched pleadingly. "Let's get you out of here - somewhere safe. Come on, I've got you. Just take my hand."

"No," you whispered, tears stinging your eyes. The metaphorical weight of hiding your true self combined with the literal weight of your newly unfurled wings felt like a millstone pulling you to the bottom of the deepest ocean.

Poe lowered his hand. "Come on, Ells. I won't touch you. I won't let anyone bother you. Let's go - we have to go."

You backed away, shaking your head vehemently. "No. Leave me. I'm...like them. I'm...wrong."

Poe did grip your hand then, commandingly, taking a gamble that you wouldn't freak out. That the foundation you'd built together as friends - as...hopefully more, would anchor you here - just long enough to get you on the ship.

"There's nothing wrong with you. And I'm not leaving you here," he fiercely proclaimed, trapping your hand in both of his and pulling it to his chest, urging you forward a stumbling step or two.

"No, Poe, I-I'll hurt you," you protested, breathlessly, although your body complied. "I did hurt you, like they did - like they tortured you - "

Poe squeezed your hand, touching his forehead to yours. "You're going to have to tear my arm off to keep me here. I'm not letting go, do you understand?"

Your breath trembled as you started to cry, but Poe forged ahead, appealing to your dutiful side. You seemed to take pride in following orders, performing your duties admirably. You weren't one for public accolades but a little one on one encouragement typically caused you to beam with pride.

"Get on the ship with me," he softly commanded, his breath ghosting your cheek. "That's an order."

You were nodding before you could think to protest. Something in you longed to please him - to be of use in the Resistance, even now.

Poe all but dragged you up the ramp of the Millennium Falcon - his heart shattering as you struggled to move naturally with your new wingspan - going so far as to bump one of them, causing you to hiss in pain...

...before your breath caught in your chest as you realized all over again that everyone could see the real you.

And they did stare.

"As you were," Poe ordered, waving them off. "Get to work." And he never let go of you until you were as far away from prying eyes as this crowded ship could afford.

...which is where you found yourself now, stowed in a small cargo bay with Poe's hold on your hand tender yet possessive.

His mind raced with fear -with terror, even, at how close or far behind the First Order loomed...if the remaining Resistance had even escaped unseen.

Despite many capable pilots, he yearned to be in the cockpit, in charge, or at least assisting the Jedi Rey. Which reminded him that something seemed dreadfully wrong between Rey and Leia. Poe shuddered to think of what had become of Master Skywalker.

But his duty right now was here, with you.

If he could keep you calm and breathing - if you could only make it to a safe destination - then he could help you. He could help everyone, after failing so utterly before.

But if you lashed out again, with your power - the consequences for everyone on board could be grave.

So he told you the same things over and over - to breathe, that you were safe, that everyone was safe, and the plan. Routine and reality were key for you. So he gave you everything safe and normal he could.

The Millennium Falcon touched down at a port off the beaten path, discreet, and free from First Order control. The plan was simply to refuel and gather any available supplies, including food, extra transports, fighters, ships or weapons.

Nearly every Resistance fighter dispersed as quickly and inconspicuously as possible to make this happen. Naturally, a small crew remained with the Falcon, making necessary repairs, refueling and guarding their only remaining transport.

This included the young Jedi Rey, who had grown rather attached to the ship, and, naturally, Chewbacca.

Poe found the two of you left mercifully alone for the moment. Your grip on his hand tightened to the point of pain and your eyes remained squeezed shut, as if you could keep the real world from invading your safe bubble.

"Elia...we're here. It's just you and me, okay?" Poe covered your joined hands with his free hand for good measure. "You're safe here. Say it."

Exhaling shakily, you nodded once. "I-I'm safe."

"That's right, sweetheart," he soothed, pulling your joined hands to the warmth of his chest. "We're safe, but we have to get some supplies. That's our mission. You're with me, okay? You report directly to me. Can you do that?"

"I...I can't hurt anyone," you gasped. "Need to stay right here." Fresh tears spilled out of your eyes at the pain surging through your cramped wings. You felt as safe as possible here, enclosed, with Poe to quietly reassure you, but the space was too small, in reality, for your...new body.

Poe blew out a tense breath, hoping like hell he was treating you in the way you needed - how you deserved. "I can let you stay here if you want, but first I need to know if you're hurt. I want you to tell me the truth."

You rocked back and forth a bit, trying to focus on the sound of his voice and the steady warmth of his hand - your touchstone.

Shit...Poe felt like he was losing you. Okay, new approach.

"Elia, tell me the supply list. We need to get it, but...I want make sure I don't forget anything. Tell me what's on the list," he gently directed, knowing you had that thing memorized top-to-bottom, inside-out. You could recite a great many lists and procedures verbatim, much to the slight annoyance of some of your colleagues.

But it was damn handy in a situation like this.

You answered immediately, opening your eyes and swiping at your tears with your free hand.

"Uhh...it-it's medkit, blasters, knives, rations, nav kit, thermal blanket, hooks, glowrods, stimpills..." You rattled off survival items, as well as supplies needed to restock, refuel and get to the next safe destination. By the time you finished, Poe was smiling tenderly at you, nodding encouragingly.

And by then, you were looking at him too. But, since eye contact was nearly impossible for you, your gaze wandered down to the scrapes and cuts on his forearms - the wounds caused by you.

"I'm so sorry," you whispered disbelievingly. "I'm the last person who should hurt you, Poe. You're my best friend."

"You're mine too," he soothed, reaching to trace the shape of your jaw, guiding your obsessive stare away from his cuts and back to his face. "You're hurt too. We need each other."

Your eyes darted away from his but you didn't flinch from his touch.

"I need you out there with me, Ells. Will you help me?"

Chancing a peek at his earth colored eyes, you felt, for a moment, as if he saw you - just you. Not your wings. Not your secrets, exposed, nor the danger you posed.

"I can get the supplies," you answered simply, allowing him to help you climb out of your hiding spot. Your wings provided a bit of a struggle, but Poe caught you by both arms as you stumbled into his.

As soon as you were steady, however, he backed away. "Sorry - you okay?"

You nodded, physically deflating as his eyes raked over the expanse of your wings. "Don't look at me," you uttered, all your fears exposed - a raw nerve.

Poe lowered his gaze, scrubbing a hand over the back of his neck. "I'm sorry, you're just...you're beautiful."

"I'm not. I'm...not. I'm dangerous. I'm a demon. But I'm not that."

Smiling wistfully to himself, Poe remembered back to your first date. "You are to me, Ells."

He noticed how you automatically reached for your backpack straps - your soothing motion, but...your backpack was destroyed, leaving your hands empty and your lip trembling.

Poe surged forward, sliding his fingers through yours, inviting you, with a tender caress to weave your worries into his skin - to push and pull and tug until you felt grounded and safe. He showed you what to do, twisting his fingers around yours, dragging his fingertips up, and back down - the motion he'd memorized as you fiddled with your straps a thousand times before.

A thousand times he wished it was him you would touch - him you would trust and depend on.

"I've got you." His breath brushed your forehead as he drew your intertwined fingers, pulling you as close as he'd ever dared.

Your eyes drifted closed once more, but this time, in relief, instead of an attempt to anchor yourself. Pushing your fingers in and out of his strong hands, around, in the same pattern memorized by your fidgeting digits - Poe's touch familiar - his smooth skin like the frayed straps, contrasting the calloused hands of a warrior, stalwart in their support of the Resistance...and of you.

And for the first time, wings and all, you laid your head on his shoulder and pressed your body against his.

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We Have Time - Tenth Doctor X GN Reader

Title: We Have Time

Tenth Doctor X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Edgar Allen Poe? (Mentioned)

WC: 2,368

Warnings: Reader has overwhelming thoughts?, depression?, Tenth Doctor may be ooc idk, flirting?, banter, sad thoughts, thoughts of death, crying, comfort, slight angst, and fluff

The Doctor was worried. Worried about you. You were somewhere in the TARDIS, and he couldn't find you for the past two hours, seventeen minutes, and six seconds; not that he was counting or anything... For him, time wasn't an issue. But he had been wandering around the TARDIS, trying to find you. He felt as if he had checked every room. every nook and cranny. Every possible place. And yet, there was no sign of you anywhere in the TARDIS. 

He almost felt like giving up, almost. But as he wandered down a corridor, and turned into the next room, he let out a breath he didn't even know that he was holding. There you were, sitting in a chair reading something. Only obvious, you were sitting in the TARDIS's library. There were multiple soft throw blankets spread on top of you, draped over your lap. You looked so tired, eyes blinking slowly. He tried to ignore the fluttering of his two hearts as he walked over to you, a small smile growing on his face. 

He circled around you, stopping at the back of the plush armchair, your eyes never moving or lifting from the pages of the book in your hands. From what he could guess, the book had to be pretty entertaining for you to not even notice his approach. "What are you reading?" He finally spoke up, leaning to rest his forearms against the back of the chair, looking at the book in your hand and back to your face.

At his words, you jumped slightly, one hand coming up to your chest, breathing deeply and staring wide-eyed at him before you calmed down almost instantly. You cleared your throat, closing your book and pushing it away from you onto your lap, before speaking up, voice soft, but still full of emotion, "A book with some old poems in it." You smiled softly at him before grabbing the book and showing him the cover, making the Time Lord's eyes widen. 

"Oh! The Tamerlane and Other Poems!" He looked back at you, "Did you know, Edgar Allen Poe gave me that copy when I met him?" He asked, and your jaw dropped. 

"You met Edgar Allen Poe?" You asked, shocked. The Time Lord nodded, and you looked down at the book again before turning your head back to him. "What was he like?" You then asked as the Doctor pushed off of the back of the couch. 

"Well, why don't you see for yourself?" He asked with his usual bright grin, walking out of the room as you scrambled to uncover yourself from the blankets.

Pushing past the doorway, you huffed, "Wait, Doctor!" He was already gone. Sighing deeply, you hurried to the control room, seeing him almost press a button. "Doctor... I think I want to stay in today..." You spoke, gaining his attention.

"Stay in? Do you not want to meet him?" He asked, a bit confused.

You leaned against the console, arms crossing, "I do, but not today... If that's alright... I mean, if you need to get out and move your feet, you can go somewhere without me." 

With that, the Doctor shook his head, waving his hand in the air dismissively, "No, I don't want to go anywhere without you."

Your heart seemed to skip a beat at the Doctor's words, making the corner of your lips twitch slightly. "Are you sure?"

"Positively." He answered quickly, moving around to stand beside you, mimicking your stance. "It wouldn't be as fun if I went anywhere without my favorite human." He grinned down at you.

You met his gaze, unable to stop the smile from growing on your face as you shook your head, "I'm flattered." However, as you looked off in front of you, your smile dwindled, and the shine in your eyes dimmed. 

The Doctor noticed this, this shift. He had noticed for the past couple of days how your mood would change. The Doctor wondered what was going on inside your mind, what your brain was telling you to cause you to fall into a sort of depression. He frowned, eyebrows wrinkling the middle of his forehead as he stared down at you, trying to figure out what was wrong. He knew better than to crawl into your mind and find out what, so he raked through his own mind for anything that he may have said or done in the past week, month, and year, but nothing came up. If it wasn’t him, then what was it?

Looking down, he watched as your fingers seemed to grip your upper arm from where you had them crossed against your chest, knuckles whitening under the pressure. "Is something wrong?" He finally asked, his voice low, concerned. 

You shook your head slowly, looking up to meet his eyes, "Nope..." You answered quietly, you couldn't lie to him. He'd find out anyway. You quickly looked away, your throat threatening to close up as your eyes burned. Your hands clenched tighter, nails digging into your skin, as you fought the urge to cry. You couldn't tell him, you couldn't risk losing him. Not now, not ever. That just wasn't going to happen. You'd only be putting more pain on yourself.

For the past week and a half, you had been worrying about the future. You spent so many sleepless nights thinking about what would happen when you got older. Would the Doctor drop you off at home once you become a liability? You weren't like him, you were going to get older and become more weak. Soon you wouldn't be able to run as fast as you could now. You'd slow him down, and endanger him in the process. And if you die, when you die, the Doctor would end up alone. You didn't want him to be alone. After everything he went through, after everything, you never wanted him to be alone. He wasn't human, you would remind yourself often. And you were human. It broke your heart.

At your silence, the Doctor sighed, pulling you gently towards him, wrapping his arms around you, and resting his cheek on your head. You froze briefly before instantly melting into him. The Doctor pulled you closer, rubbing one of his hands up and down your back. "You don't have to, but I heard that talking about your feelings helps." He whispered, his voice barely above a whisper.

You took a deep breath, your cheek rubbing against the soft fabric of his dark brown suit. You shut your eyes, looping your arms tightly around his midsection, hearing the beating of one of his hearts. "My brain just won't shut up." You muttered, your voice thick with frustration and sadness as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. His scent, which usually made you feel calm, comforted you, and you found that it helped you relax and focus.

He hummed softly, stroking your hair as he moved to look around the TARDIS's control room in front of him, "You humans and your complicated, squishy brains..." He spoke softly, teasingly, which made him smile as he heard your small laugh.

"You shut up." You responded, muffled by his neck. He chuckled lightly, feeling your smile against the collar of his shirt. And after a moment, you finally spoke up again, "I can't stop thinking about the future..." You began, voice soft as you shifted, moving your head to rest your cheek back on his chest. The Doctor said nothing, allowing you to continue as he continued to run his fingers through your hair. "What's going to happen when I get older?" You asked, and the Doctor hummed.

"What do you mean, love?" He asked, awaiting your answer.

You let out a deep breath, albeit shaky. "I'm going to get old... Too old to travel with you anymore."

Your words sent the room into a cold silence. Everything seemed to freeze. The Doctor tensed immediately, and all color seemed to drain from his face. He opened his mouth to speak but found himself unable to utter a single sound. He couldn't help it though, every word that escaped him sounded like a death sentence. His mind raced with thoughts of you dying. Of having to watch your body grow weaker, thinner, and shorter. You were right, you would leave him. It was only a matter of time. 'Time? He had all the time in the universe with you.' The Doctor wanted to lie to himself, but he knew that it wasn't true. You were right. He'd be forced to watch your body wither away until there was nothing left of you. Though, in the back of his mind, he knew… He knew that this conversation was going to come up sooner or later. He’d admit to himself that he did think about it from time to time.

But the Doctor didn't want it to be true. He wanted- no, needed you to be wrong. For the past year that you had been traveling with him, he couldn't imagine a life without you by his side. He loved you too much to let you go, especially when you were just starting to make real progress in your travels. He couldn't lose you. He had lost so many, but he wasn’t going to lose you. "You have time..." He eventually managed to choke out, his voice hoarse and strained as he slipped to the metal ground with you in his arms. You were practically in his lap, but neither of you said a word about it as he tightened his hold around you, digging his face into your neck. You did the same, ignoring the ground that was pushing against your legs uncomfortably. "You have time..." You finally let the tears that you were holding go, sniffling as they spilled down your cheeks. 

“I don’t want you to have to see me die, D,” You muttered, “It might be better for you to just drop me off at home.”

‘Home.’ The Doctor thought. No, this was your home. The TARDIS was your home. You were his home.

Both of your collective hearts were breaking, and your heart seemed to shatter as you heard the Doctor's next words;

"This is your home…" The desperation made you break even more.

"I know," You promised, tightening your own embrace.

“I’m not taking you back there,” He muttered, breathing in the scent of your shampoo. Why would he take you back? Though the thought hurt, he knew that having you there with him, for as long as you could be, was better than none at all. “I won’t take you unless you ask me to.”

"I don’t want to leave you, Doctor, ever. Ever.” You sniffled, reaching a hand up to run your fingers through his already messy hair, lightly scratching at his scalp, “Not even when you get tired or me. I’m sorry for upsetting you… I shouldn’t have said anything."

His hold on you loosened only slightly as he pulled his head from the crook of your neck. His own eyes were wet, as he wiped away some of the tears that fell onto your face. You shut your eyes, pressing your cheek into his hand as his thumb brushed the tears away. The Doctor let out a shaky breath of his own, his eyes wandering around your features as his hand ran over your cheeks, wiping any remaining traces of your tears away.

After a few moments of staring into each other's eyes, you both slowly leaned forward and pressed your foreheads together. "I'd never get tired of you." He breathed, closing his eyes to keep any tears from falling. “And don’t apologize… I- I’m glad we talked about this.”

You nodded, swallowing thickly, "I'll never get tired of you either. If that helps." You admitted, your voice quiet and gentle. He smiled a bit at the sound of your voice, your words soothing his worries. "It would be impossible." You finished, pulling back to look at him once more.

"Exactly." He smiled warmly at you, his hands cupping your cheeks. You returned his smile with one of your own. You rested your hand atop one of his, giving it a light squeeze, "I'm simply irresistible." He murmured softly, your voice laced with amusement.

"I know," You muttered softly, reaching out to brush a stray tear from his cheek in return, "That's why I travel with you." You teased, letting out an inward sigh of relief as his smile grew wider. "That and your incredible sense of humor."

The Doctor only hummed, nodding his head as he pulled you back into his chest, allowing you to shift to more comfortably sit in his lap, snuggling against him. He rested his chin on top of your head, smiling as he felt you wrap your arms around his waist. His grin slowly fell as he spoke though, "We have time..." He muttered, "We just have to make the most of it..."

You pulled back slightly, tilting your head up, meeting his gaze. "We will." You agreed, with a nod before he pressed his lips to your forehead, making your cheeks warm once more. A small pause passed between the two of you before you broke it once more, this time speaking quietly as you reached for one of his hands and threaded your fingers through his. "Do you want to stargaze with me?" You asked, looking from your intertwined hands to look up into his dark brown eyes. 

His lips curled upward in response, his grip on your hand tightening as he nodded, "Yes, that sounds like a brilliant idea." He replied, his expression turning into a bright, adoring smile. “Simply brilliant, love.”

The Doctor felt both of his hearts race as you smiled back, all the while he thought about how beautiful you looked in that moment; the TARDIS lights shining down upon you. He looked into your eyes and saw all the amazing adventures that the two of you would go on together, he saw a bright future ahead of the both of you. He was right, you both had time. All the time in the world. 

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No, you don't

Part 7

Summary: Drunk confessions.

Warnings: none

Authors note:

Heyyy... hey... how ya'll doin?

omg guess who's back? I has someone request for some more angst like ages ago and I never got around to it (so sorry) and I couldn't find their request so whoever you are this is for you *gives you a sloppy forehead kiss* BUT I will eventually get around to whatever u request so...

Enjoy

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‘Kreeds kavern for kanacious kanacoids and other members of the galaxy’

That's what the sign for the pub said. So so so many ‘k’s.  

The loud rumbling of chatter, glasses clinking, and music pumping from the speakers cast an ambience over the bar. I nurse a short drink of some amber liquid - whatever it is, it drowns the sound of droid fighting out. I wave the bartender over, a sour look comes over his face as he grumbles over.

“Hey, could I get another-” Before I can finish my sentence, the bartender slams down a whole bottle on the counter. “Okay thanks…” 

We decided to stay in the bar longer - we, as in mainly Poe. I swirl the liquid around in my glass as I glance over at Poe. He’s decided to take the most socially conversational seat in the house, i.e. the furthest seat from me. On the other side of the bar. Alone. 

I place down my drink. “Ready to go?” I semi yell over the chatter of the room. His eyes barely flick towards me, he smirks and says, “Why? Can’t handle drinking sweetheart?” He shakes his head and down another shot of some hard liquor. 

It's sad really. 

“Okay that’s enough.” I hop off my bar stool and meander over to Poe’s side of the bar, bottle in hand. “Drunk enough to tell me what’s going on?”

“Not nearly enough.” Poe half laughs as he snatches the bottle out of my hand and pours himself a shot. 

“Okay buddy.” I pry the bottle from Poe’s warm fingers. He peers up at me with big brown glossy eyes. His hair sticks to his forehead, he smiles half heartedly. 

“What are you doing? You’re messing up our whole dynamic. We’re supposed to hate each other enthusiastically, remember? How am I supposed to hate you when you’re drunk? That gives you an advantage.” I say.

“It gives me an advantage.” Poe repeats, hiccuping on the last word. 

“Yes.” I say.

“Who said I hate you?” Poe straightens and stands up, looking down on me. He crosses his arms, flexing his forearm muscles. 

“Seriously? Your whole vibe,” I laugh. “From day one you’ve quite literally treated me like the gum on the bottom of your shoe. You wouldn’t let me save Rey, you wouldn’t even talk to me, you didn’t even want to go on this mission!”

Poe frowns, but lets me talk.

“You’d rather run cargo than escort me to a desert planet,” I sit on the bar stool, taking a swig of my drink. “And you’ve made yourself very very drunk - to drown my presence out I imagine.” 

Poe sits back down. “I don’t hate you.”

I scoff. “Yeah right.” I grin through the rim of my drink. “In case you forgot, you called me ‘sith equivalent’.”

Poe groans and slumps forward on the table. “I didn’t mean that.” 

He’s a horrible liar.

“Oh, I think you did.” I say, fighting back the anger rising in my voice. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks, and suddenly the bar was too stuffy.

Suddenly, Poe grabs me by the elbow and drags me to a dark corner of the pub, behind two sandy pillars plastered in posters. “What?-” I protest. 

He angles his body in front of me. Inescapable. His dark eyes lower to mine and I can feel the heat radiating from him. A thin layer of sweat sticks to his forehead, as his glassy eyes stick to mine. “I don’t hate you.” His eyes bore into mine and he refuses to release his grip on my elbow. I can’t escape him, but I can escape his piercing gaze. I turn my eyes anywhere, everywhere except for his face. Poe murmurs my name quietly. “I don’t hate you.” 

I look down. “Let go please.”. My voice cracks softly, threatening to express emotion. Not here I think, not in front of him!

Poe’s face crumples into some expression - whatever it is I can’t read it, or more likely I don’t want to. I can’t look at him, I can’t stand him.

I tear my elbow from his grip and run up the stairs. I run up the stairs and burst open the doors. Warm fresh air hits my face. The night sky of Jakku, a rich shade of dark blue.

Maybe I should just stay here. 

I’m caught up in my thoughts. 

I hate Poe. 

No, you don’t. 

I hate him, I hate him so much. I hate his wandering eyes, I hate how confident he is. I hate the way I feel around him. I hate that he hates me, and I hate that I hate him. And now he’s telling me he doesn’t hate me?

I’m just gonna get through this mission and I’ll steal a starfighter or something. Leave Rey, leave Finn, leave the rebellion alone, and most importantly leave Poe. I don’t care, it's not my fight in the first place. My fight was before my time and I’ve already paid for it, with something that wasn’t my choice. 

I tighten my scarf around my head and make for the exit of the markets, then suddenly, a cold strong hand grips my arm. 

Poe? I think foolishly.

I look up. White armour. The armour that makes your skin crawl. The armour that makes you cower. Before I can react, more hands grasp me and I can’t move. 

The force you idiot.

But before I can do that, a sharp pain sticks me in the side of the neck. I see a stormtrooper pull away with a long thin needle. My head goes foggy, thoughts swirling like sticky honey, and the one person I can think about as my eyelids droop?

Poe. 

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[herehavesomeheadcanons]

Hihi! I saw you were taking requests and so I was wondering if I could have Poe or Sigma fluff (and maybe angst if you're up for it, you don't have to!) hcs? Like where you are sick or smth and they take care of you? And possibly how they make you feel better? Can I also be 🍥 anon if you're okay with it?

Whew, back to writing requests. Sorry for the long wait, but my brain shut down after I finally finished that Christmas event. I'll try to get on with the requests still waiting in my inbox!

Anyway, fluff is absolutely my specialty, and these two dorks are the perfect characters to take care of a sick s/o! I had the idea floating around in my brain, so I added an accidental confession for Poe as well <3

Edgar Allen Poe and Sigma taking care of a sick reader~

As usual, snatched the images off Pinterest

Poe

🤎🦝 Poor Poe freaked out when he heard you were sick. He immediately rushed over to your house and insisted on taking care of you! It doesn't matter how many times you try to push him away and tell him he'll get sick too, he's determined to take care of you!

🤎🦝 The reason for this is that Ranpo gave him the idea. Poe wanted to know how he could win your affections, and Ranpo suggested that he should go and see if you needed care, since you called in sick that morning.

🤎🦝 So now you're being forced to lay on the couch while Poe spoon-feeds you soup that he made himself. I don't see why you would complain, except if you're one of those Akutagawa kinnies that won't admit you're sick until you're dead.

🤎🦝 Poe insists on doing everything for you. To be fair, he is a pretty big help, considering it feels like someone fucked with the Earth's gravity settings and turned them all the way up. Oh, and you're delirious with fever, so no amount of willpower is going to make you able to do chores.

🤎🦝 As you feared, Poe gets sick too. Somehow, he still managed to drag himself to your place, so now you're both lying inert on different couches with a bad flu. You have some absolutely hilarious conversations while you're both completely out of it with fever hallucinations. Unfortunately, you probably won't remember them.

🤎🦝 After a few days of this bullshit, you're starting to feel better. Poe isn't, but your head is starting to clear. One night, you wake up to him rambling on and on about something to Karl. As you listen, you realize he's talking about you.

🤎🦝 "Oh Karl... What am I to do?" *Karl noises* "Yes I suppose you're right... You're so wise, Karl!" *More Karl noises*

🤎🦝 If he didn't talk to Karl like this all the time, you'd probably suspect that the fever had addled his brain to the point of no return. You decide to speak up and see what this nonsense is all about.

🤎🦝 "Hey, Poe, what are you going on about?" "Y/N! You're awake?" "Obviously. Now what are you asking Karl about?" "Oh, I was just trying to figure out what to do about my feelings for you." "...your what?"

🤎🦝 It takes a moment for Poe to realize what he just said. Once he does, he hides under the the blanket for ages. He refuses to come back out and speak to you for the rest of the day. He won't even eat! He's going to need lots of reassurance after such an embarrassing mishap!

Sigma

🤍🎰 Sigma doesn't really have a lot of time on his hands, being the manager of the casino and all. So, when he hears that you're sick, he has an existential crisis. Should he take care of you? Stay? What if he gets sick too? Can the casino run smoothly without him?

🤍🎰 Seeing how worried he is, some of the people working directly under him (I couldn't think of a good word, ok? Leave me alone-) convince him to go look after you. They can handle running the casino in his absence.

🤍🎰 Let's get one thing straight: Sigma is a fabulous caretaker. He just has the instinct for it, I guess. You'll be perfectly fine under his care. He gets you any medicine you need, cooks for you, does chores, and anything else you need. He has absurd multitasking skills, and will keep everything neat and orderly to ensure your speedy recovery.

🤍🎰 He is an absolute sucker for you, so you could probably get away with a lot while sick. You want him to read to you? On it. You want him to sing you to sleep? He'll try his best. He won't do anything that could get him sick, though, so no physical contact. Sorry, but he can't afford to get sick too.

🤍🎰 He is rigorous about keeping your stress to a minimum. He sets limits on who can visit you, how often they can visit, and for how long. He's like your nurse or something. You know Madam Pomfrey from the Harry Potter series? Yeah he's like that.

[daughterofthequeen]

Till the End of Time

Pairing: Poe Dameron x reader

Summary/Request: can I request for a poe x reader where the two of them are very flirty but never actually got together that is until the reader got into some sort of accident and ended up injured (you can decide what) and poe thinks that he lost her?

There was also a person that wanted to be tagged in this when I posted the teaser but I deleted the original and forgot to get the @ off of it so to whoever that was sorry I hope you find this and enjoy this fic

Requested by: @book-place

Warning: Angst for sure, descriptions of being an alcoholic (word is not used), flirting/fools in love with each other but won’t admit it, jealousy(you gotta squint, you’re most likely gonna need a microscope), near death of major character, Poe nearly has a heart attack, save this little kitten, cliches of cliches, oh and crying lots of crying, let me know if I missed something

A/N: It’s finally here, sorry it took so long. Well it’s my first angst let me know how I did. All and everyones criticism is welcome just don’t be nasty about it and we’ll be cool

The Confession- Part 2 of this fic

You are laying down on your bunk staring at the ceiling waiting for the call time to sound off. Having woken up early due to the recurring nightmares you’ve been having. Which is nothing out of the ordinary for you, it was rare for you to have a peaceful night of sleep, but you manage. But what you can’t manage are the recurring nightmares that seem to constantly play in your mind when you’re awake.

Ships being shot down and crashing.

Your friends dying due to their ships exploding.

All of it happening right in front of your eyes.

And they call the ones that made it out alive the lucky ones, you guess that’s true, but in a way you’re not the lucky ones because all of the death that you see stays with you, never ending, it’s something about watching a person die that takes away a part of you, something you can’t get back; and everyone has to deal with it in their own way. You however fall on the negative side of coping with the pain, and by that you mean drinking it all away. Others also cope by buying camtonoes of spices. You only do the drinking, and depending on how bad the dreams are at the time is how bad you drink. You’re working on it, but it doesn’t seem to be letting up anytime soon. And it’s not like your going through the process alone, you have a few drinking buddies, which is mainly members of black squad, your squad. But the person who is there without you even having to call is the leader of black squadron, Poe Dameron.

Everybody knows about the best pilot in the Resistance, AKA fly boy, AKA the #1 playboy of the Resistance.

He is also your best friend, which is why you are the only person that knows the real reason he seeks out the bodies that gives him his nickname. It’s the same reason you find yourself drinking every night. It’s his way of coping, his way of dealing with all of the death around him, the death of the different members of his squad, his friends. And his way of getting his mind off of the one he thinks he can’t have, not that you knew that. But little does he know the one he wants also wants him. Two people in love with each other, but too afraid to admit it to one another. It doesn’t stop the constant flirting between each other though. Actually, it increases it, most see them as a couple already, and all of black squadron knows about the feelings the two harbor for each other, and are just waiting for them to admit it to themselves. Going as far to actually have a bet going on as to who is going to crack first, granted the bet has been going on for a couple years but everybody knows it’s going to happen sooner or later so, why not keep it going.

Beep Beep Beep

The blaring of the speakers are what brings you out if your thoughts. After standing up and grabbing your (f/c) jacket, you head out to the cafeteria. Once you get there, you immediately see your friends, and after you get your daily caf and breakfast, you join them at the table. The first one to notice you is Snap. You sit in your regular seat in between him and Poe. Once you sit down you start picking at your food, something Poe noticed quickly.

“Long night?”

“Yeah”, you replied.

“Longer than usual or…”

“Yeah.”

“You know I don’t mind when you come over to my room at night. Whether it be to sleep or even to just have someone to talk to, to take your mind off things.”

“Thanks Poe you’re so sweet. And I would take you up on your countless offers sometime, if you weren’t always preoccupied with your nightly duties”, you said in a joking way.

“It’s not like they last all night I’m back in my room around 12”, says Poe while chuckling.

“Sadly”, says Karé which in turn makes all of you laugh except for Poe.

“Very funny, that’s not what I meant”, he said in very dry tone.

“You kinda left yourself open for that one man”

“Shut up Snap”, Poe sighs

You were getting ready to tease him further by saying one of your usual witty remarks but the klaxon alarm started going letting you all know you needed to suit up quickly, and you all took off forgetting about your unfinished breakfast.

You made it to your X-Wing in record amount of time, and when you got there Oddy, black squads technician, was rushing by but you quickly stopped him.

“Oddy what’s going on.”

“Imperials crossed one of the checkpoints.”

“Oh no.” You knew what that meant, the checkpoints were planets out from where the base was to give the resistance enough time to fend the enemy off or flee if you have to without being tracked as a precaution.

“Keep me updated!”, Oddy yells while running off.

“We will!”, you answer back.

You climb in your ship and take off into the stars getting into your correct position with your squadron.

“Ok guys you know the drill, lead them away from the base as you cut down their numbers until they retreat or until there’s none left. Stay sharp you guys.” You watch as other squads go out ahead of you guys to pursue the enemy. And after Poe finished his commands you all immediately start picking off the fighters one by one.

You worry for your friends, your family, every time you guys get into these ships, knowing this might be the last time you see one of them. But instead of relying on the negatives, you all made a game out of the battles, keeping count of how many tie fighters you can take out, whoever shoots more ships down they get a free drink from everyone in the squad. It’s a way to lighten the mood and keep everyone’s hope and joy up in battle instead of focusing on all the pain each and every one of you carry.

Boom

“That’s five Dameron what’s your count.” You and Poe were always the most competitive. And 9 out of 10 times one of you are going to be the ones with the most points, that comes with being one of the best pilots in the resistance .

“Seven, gonna have to catch up baby.”

“I just did”, you said smiling after you made a shot that caused two tie flyers crash into one another.

“We’re tied fly boy.”

“Not for long.”

“That’s for sure because another wave of ties are coming in, everyone, flank maneuvers!”you say in a panic. But before you can start your own attacks again a resurgent-class star destroyer comes out hyperspace and immediately starts picking off resistance pilots, squads at time it seems like.

“We have to lead them further away from the base.” Snap says.

“Right, everyone set course for Arbra we can draw them away from the base and have more space to move in its atmosphere.” That being said everyone followed Poe’s order and took off towards Arbra, taking out as many ties on the way there, you were all doing well until Poe seen a fighter locking on your ship, something you didn’t take notice trying to get a lock on the tie you’re following. And before he could say anything a green blast shot out and hit one of your your engines, sending you spiraling towards the trees of Arbra. You try to maneuver your ship to a clear piece of land but there’s barely any around so you do your best to get to the small clearing you pin pointed.

“Y/N!!!” Poe yells trying to make it to you as fast as he can but he can’t seem to move fast enough. He hasn’t even thought about how he would be able to help you he just needed to get to you, you that’s all he seen in that moment, his best friend, the love of his life, but he hasn’t even been able to tell you that yet too scared of the result, but that all seemed so silly now, and he wished he had of told you a lot sooner to save him and you the romantic suffering you’ve been putting yourselves through for years. Because in a split second the life of someone you love could be gone just like that, but he refused to accept that you were going down like this, not you, a person who’s flying skills rival his own, he knew that there was no stoping the inevitable, but he couldn’t accept it, all he could do was scream your name as he seen your ship hit the ground while going up in flames, the explosion that caused it didn’t help at all and then there was nothing. Nothing around him he couldn’t even hear as own breath, wait he wasn’t breathing, everything going on lost to the stars. Poe immediately took off and landed his X-Wing, next to yours, throwing his helmet out of the way somewhere, repeating the word “no”, over and over again as he got out of his ship to make it over to you.

“Y/N!”, the ship you loved keeping shiny and looking brand new was now completely black from the fire that was still burning around it and in it. Poe ran up to the canopy seeing the glass completely gone, shattered from the impact. By the time he got there he seen you and he felt a breath of relief leave his body because now there’s still a chance of you making it. He reaches into the canopy not caring about the glass that’s cutting his body, he just needed to get you out of there.

“Come on Y/n, come on.” Is all he could say as he successfully pulled you out of the cockpit and laid you on the ground to check if you were alive, you had to be, right? “Y/n, Y/n can you hear me? You need to open your eyes, you hear me, you can’t fall asleep.” You weren’t moving and he couldn’t see your chest moving, and that’s when he seen the large trail of blood rolling down the side of your temple, and that sent him into a sort of frenzy he’s never been in before.

“No. No, no, no, no, no.” He says as he lifts you closer to him, your body laying across in lap, torso turned to be flush against his trembling figure as tears are rolling continuously down his face, and the sniffing is loud and present but he doesn’t pay any attention to that. “Y/n. No. Y/n! Please, don’t! Please don’t leave me like this! I’m begging you! Oh maker, no. No. Please no. I can’t finish this without you okay? I need you. I need you by my side. And I have to tell you… I have to tell you how I feel, how I truly feel, because you deserve much more than this, so much more. And I will tell you how much more if you just wake up! Please. I love you.” And that’s all he can say as he hugs the body of the love of his life as close to his as he can knowing it might be the last time he would be able to.

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Poe is sitting outside of the medical center waiting to hear something from medics. He’s not as a big of a mess as he was but the tears still won’t stop, and they don’t seem to be stopping anytime soon until they come out of there and tell him something. When he looks up he sees Leia coming out of the room you were in. He stands up waiting for her to tell him something about your condition.

“I’m sorry, Poe.” Everything stopped again, he stopped, his body malfunctioning for a second, but it was enough time to know he was gonna drop if the words “just kidding!”, didn’t come out her mouth soon.

“What, what are you saying? She gone?That’s impossible, she can’t be, right? Please tell me this is some kind of sick joke!” Not knowing if he wanted to laugh or cry because of the cruelty of it all, so he settled for sitting back down in his seat before his body sits for him and he wouldn’t have the choice to choose between a chair or the floor.

“No, I mean I’m sorry for what you and your squad had to go through. All of the squads, we took some heavy loses, and even more injured. Freedom isn’t something we should have to fight for, but here we are, in this rut of a war that’s end doesn’t seem to be in our sights anytime soon. And for that I’m sorry.”

Poe’s face went from empty to hopeful again, but then he took in the generals words. “It’s not your fault general, you’re trying your hardest to end it, that’s l all we can ask of you. But until the war is over all we can do is fight and hope that everything will work itself out.” Leia reaches out and holds Poe hands for a little while until she remembered why she came out of the room in the first place.

“You can go see her.” Poe immediately snaps his head up, giving himself whiplash.

“Is she awake?”

“Yep, awake and feeling a lot better, she just wants to see you, she’s worried about you, you know.”

“Worried? Yeah sure she should be the one that’s worried.” Poe said sarcastically.

“Go on in, I’ve requested everyone to give you guys some time alone.”

“Thanks Leia.” Poe said with the sweetest of smiles pointed in her direction.

“Of course.” She said then she walked off to check on other patients.

To say Poe was nervous was a understatement. You’ve never been in this bad of a situation like this before, but he knows no matter what you look like and no matter any other conditions you might have, he knows he’s never leaving your side again, and he’s with you till the end of time.

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A/N: Here it is. Finally, right? For the ending let me know if you want to see the conversation between them because I’ll happily write it, I’m just so excited about having finished the story, I just said I’ll write a epilogue for it if you want to see it. Or anybody who would want to read it feel free to comment or message me, I’ll happily do it. Anyways, I’ll see you guys later✌️

[absolxguardian]

From the wookiepedia citations it looks like this was established by Timelines, so apparently Shara Bey died of bloodburn. Now I totally get why Kes doesn't want his son, who is at greater risk of developing a potentionally terminal condition that is triggered by space flight, and most exasperated by starfigher piloting, to learn how to fly or ever leave Yavin 4. Kes not telling Poe (I'm currently rereading Free Fall) is consistent with his characterization in the book of him not wanting to talk about things with Poe (and I guess he swore L'ulo to secrecy). And since Shara "died alone in space" it sounds like she didn't stop flying completely and constantly pushed her body's tolerance.

So if anyone wants some fodder for an angst fic featuring Poe, here you go. And it makes me wish even more to a follow up with the characters from Bloodline, because one of them has bloodburn.

[sp00kymulderr]

20 questions for fic writers

thank you for the tags @maggiemayhemnj @perotovar @freelancearsonist @schnarfer 💗

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

55, I don't post everything there because I usually forget it exists, but it also has some of my older works on it from other fandoms. I don't really get ao3 - it just sort of feels like shouting into a void.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

93,343 (cannot write long fic to save my life)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

PPCU my beloved

4. Top five fics by kudos

Embarrassing because these are old old fics and even then they have barely any kudos lmao but I guess I'll tell you:

My Soul in the Stars - tumblr link (Poe Dameron x reader)

Anathema (August Walker x reader, abandoned series)

Nexus - tumblr link (Ezra & Cee)

Yours (August Walker x reader)

Survive (August Walker x reader)

but top 5 by notes on tumblr is completely different:

Rise (Joel x reader)

Closer to light (Javi P x reader)

inhale, exhale (Joel x reader)

Akrasia (Ezra x reader)

Spark (our house of flames pt 1) (Joel x reader)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! They mean the world to me but sometimes I get overwhelmed and feel dumb just saying 'thank you' over and over.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

hm probably the smokes the ghost that keeps you close (Javi P x reader) or the San Valentin mini-series (Javi P x reader...what can I say, Javi and angst just works)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

the kind of love you've been dreaming of (marcus p x reader) is pretty sickeningly sweet all the way through, they're very happy.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not anymore no, I used to get shit about my Ezra fics and my August Walker fics back in the day.

9. Do you write smut?

Oh yes

10. Craziest crossover?

I haven't written any yet but I guess the Marcus M/Dieter fic when its done?

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No thank god

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I dream of co-writing with @chronically-ghosted and @perotovar one day 💞

14. All time favorite ship?

I've never been much of a shipper, but probably Bobbie/Chrisjen (The Expanse)

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I'd love to finish take the long way home (Marcus P x reader) one day, I had such vision for it. But Marcus is really just not my guy right now and I don't see myself going back to it any time soon.

16. What are your writing strengths?

🤷lmao do i have any right now

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Probably dialogue. Descriptions. My grammar is atrocious. Making things interesting?? romance??

18. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Great, but run it by a native speaker before if you are not one.

19. First fandom you wrote in?

It was either h*rry p*tter or Lord of the Rings.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

despite the fact that no one else likes it, I love and am so proud of our house of flames - I'm working on the final chapter and it's so emotional and I love it!

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np tags @covetyou @whatsnewalycat @for-a-longlongtime @quinnnfabrgay-writes @seventeenpins

[virtie333]

20 Questions for 20 Writers

Thank you for the tag, @randomfoggytiger

I've done the old questions before, so I'm doing yours this time!

1. Is writing a hobby or way of life?

Hobby. But it's kept me alive. If that makes sense.

2. A journal full of writing notes or a clean, completed manuscript?

Perfectionist that I am, I want the clean, completed manuscript.

3. Who (or what) is your writing inspiration?

For the last 4 1/2 years, it's been these two Star Wars characters named Poe and Rey. As for story inspiration, it can come from anywhere in my daily life.

4.Which is worse: someone you "idolize" reading your first draft or listening to you sing?

I've only had a handful of people I idolize read my final drafts (and I squeal in joy every time!), so I think I would be even more excited if they wanted to read my first draft. Listening to me sing, not so much.

5. Has writing from someone else's POV ever changed your own perspective?

The first time I wrote from Poe's POV is what made me fall helplessly in love with him, so I guess you could say yes?

6. Tumblr, AO3, LiveJournal, or FFN?

AO3. I do post my Damerey on FFN, never used LiveJournal, and Tumblr hates my writing, so...

7. AO3 wordcount, and are you satisfied with it?

931,831. Almost to 1 million, baby!

8. What movie/book/fic gripped you irrevocably?

I'm going to have to say The Force Awakens, because to this day I can still feel the excitement and anticipation I felt whenever I went to see it in the theater (which was 7 times!). It brought back the joy I had for Star Wars as a child, and the characters have been an important part of my life for almost 9 years now.

9. What's the highest compliment you could ever be given, and have you been given it?

I've been given so many amazing compliments throughout the years, but I think one of my favorites was when someone told me I 'paint with words.'

10. What defines your writing style?

Emotional. As a romance writer, I want my readers to FEEL the love, even if that means some angst first.

No pressure tags: @ivystoryweaver, @walkawaytallblogs, @coneygoil, @campingwiththecharmings

@for-a-longlongtime, @electricbluebutterflies, @runa-falls, @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction

@reallyrallyauthor, @soft-girl-musings, @agent-troi, @seleneisrising

@phoenix-rising-starbird-one, @ladywynne, @whatthefishh, @missdictatorme

@spacecowboyhotch, @the-little-ewok and anyone else who wants to play!

[gettinshiggywithit]

!love is a mystery;it is a crime!

pairing:- ranpo x reader x poe

genre:- attempted angst

honestly im not even sure if this good i just came up with it when i was half asleepp..

Edgar Alan Poe,the greatest mystery novelist of all time!

At least anyone would think he was

But to the man himself? He was nothing but an insecure little writer

He’d tried to best his rival,the absolute genius Ranpo Edagawa,since that fateful day during which they’d first crossed paths.

But nothing,absolutely NOTHING ever seemed to work

Not a story with only mass murders and serial killers and not a story that took him SIX YEARS of his life, to write

It was getting frustrating but poe still had a spark that just refused to die within him

Even karl was getting worried with the way his best human friend was over working himself but alas he was just a raccoon.he could neither talk sense into poe nor could he slap ranpo...

But one day,

With one glance

Poe felt that hunger to please,to prove himself,just lighten a bit

That day was the day he saw you

Beautiful as ever.buying some tofu from a shop he frequented

“Quick Karl,how do i look??” He asked his furry friend.to which the ring eyed creature relied with a little prrp

“Okay,im goin to talk to them!”

“Prrrppp”(translation:-YES POE YOUVE GOT THIS!)

He walked up to you and quickly snatched something up on the way,he couldnt just pop up near the counter and talk to you out of nowhere!!! You’d think he was a creeper!!!

Once he was at the counter he just looked at you,heat rising in his face, and said

“That brand of tofu is the best,its quite affordable too,its a mystery how they dont sell out!”

At the sudden introduction if a voice that was seemingly talking to you,you turned around to see the a man with bangs and a raccoon on his shoulder.

You didn’t really think he was weird,you thought the raccoon was kinda cute tbh!

“I know right! Its so good!!”

a moment of silence with the only sound being the sounds of the road outside and the cashier lady ringing up your other purchases,passes and you think to introduce yourself

“Oh im y/n btw!”

“Im- im edgar but my friends call me poe.”

“Ooooh so you’re poe??” You replied.

He was astonished!how did you know his namee?????

Were you an ability user too?? Perhaps a spy from the guild sent to find him??????

“Uh-you- uh,know me?” He asked,his hopes of mustering the courage to ask you out disintegrating before him by the second

“Of course i do! You were in the guild!”

He breathed a sigh of relief

You seemed to be a regular person

“Oh um yes! Im not that active with them now though..” he continued

“Ah...sorry to hear that i guess... would you like to come over to my office by the way?? We’re making a huge feast to celebrate our President’s birthday!

His heart began to skip beats upon BEATS at this

He MUST be dreaming because if he heard it right,YOU just asked HIM to join him for dinner?!?!?!

There was no way in hell that he’d pass up this opportunity!

“Sure! I mean as log as im not a being a bother...”

“Oh no don’t worry we’ll have plenty of food to eat!”

“Oh,is that what the tofu is for??” He asked curiously

You looked down at you hand at that and placed it quickly on the counter

“Nope~thats just for me”

After both you and he had paid and left,you started walking to your office

It was silent for a few seconds while you thought about what to say and then finally,

“Oh is that a raccoon ?? Whats his name??? Can i pet him please????”

This sudden outburst of questions caught him by surprise but he was happy that you were the one to break it

“Oh um yes,yes this is a raccoon,his name is Karl,and i dont think hes mind being petted no.”

“Ooh greatt!!” You said before starting to pet the livin Shit outta him

And funnily enough karl seemed to like it!

Once you arrived at the ada headquarters he was going to ask you if the office you were speaking about was the ada

But as your pace quickened he had to run a little to stay by your side

Once you were outside the door,he had his answer

And after a secret knock was perfomed by you(to make sure They dont accidently let President fukuzawa in and ruin the surprise.)the door opened to reveal the one that he knew as atsushi

You smiled at the boy and gave him a hug before running over to his rival and giving him an even tighter hug and a passionate kiss to add

It was at this moment that poe’s heart shattered

How could he have been so stupid! Of course someone as beautiful and amazing as you would be with ranpo

He cursed himself for falling so hard so obsceenely fast and when you brought ranpo over to introduce him,he plastered on a smile to hide the pain

Of course ranpo didnt notice,and even if he did he didn’t say anything

But You were actually surprised to find that they knew eachother

You babbled on about how you could now be a trio and ranpo asked him how his new novel was coming along

He smiled at your suggestions and the prospect if spending time with you and also let ranpo know about his new book

You then spent the night partying eating and enjoying yourselves(after President fukuzawa came ofcc)

All the while you had no idea that poe was trying to pick up the pieces of his broken heart

Love was a mystery indeed;but in that moment poe knew that it was also a crime

please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but these stories? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

Comments & Reblogs w/ tags >>>>>>>>>>>likes please

[supernovafeather]

Crushed Souls

FO!Poe Dameron x FO!F!Reader

Summary : Reader is part of Poe Dameron's new squadron a few years after the war and confesses what made her feel so uneasy lately.

Content : age gap (older Poe), mutual pining, mentor/apprentice, war, fluff, angst.

Please comment and reblog.

(Yes that's Leto Atreides on the gif but this version of Poe looks like him)

Anxiety had been a constant companion lately. After all joining the legendary Commander Poe Dameron's squadron was the ultimate reward you could hope after the First Order's victory. Your missions would revolve around the solar system's safety by securing the different commercial routes. You would get deployed anywhere Poe Dameron demanded and you and the other pilots would follow him without a question and without a doubt. If you all had to spend a night in some shady cantina in an area controlled by the First Order you would go there. If your destination was some dark forest you would go there. If it needed you to fly above some megalopolis for several hours in a row you would do it. The thing was, you felt as if you did not deserve such an honor. Your young age attracted many comments amongst the soldiers both negatively and positively. Some would say you were there just as a propaganda tool to widen the recruits range, or because you had sex with an officer to get promoted, or maybe you had some influential father. Others would think too highly of you because they were convinced you must be some potential future ace that would replace Poe Dameron one day and that after all you must be one already to join him so quickly.

Just like now you felt like a fraud just for flying side by side with him during this routine patrol. The mere action of watching your radars and listening to basic comms of your squadron members messing with each other in a friendly was enough to make you feel abnormally lonely. Poe sounded especially tolerating with their antics and seemed to be in a great mood, specifically what you would love to join in a more normal day. Some thought he had a soft spot for you as you were the youngest of them all and maybe they weren't that wrong about it.

"Come on the rabid one, you can do better, over," the Commander said with an audible smile.

Poe certainly liked to taunt you and sharpen your skills but you still felt how rigid he could be unexplainably during missions. If at first you assimilated it to mysoginistic disdain from an older male pilot towards a young and impulsive female pilot you started to think of it more as a need of not repeating some past mistakes. He loved to repeat how reckless he used to be, how impressive his stunts were against X-Wings, how many times he almost died. The only thing that would kill you in this post-war era was your ability to cause your own stress gnawing you from the inside. So for once you didn't reply to his sentence. As Poe wasn't insisting you listened to another pilot without actually listening. Your brain moved to its auto mode and managed to filter successfully what was an order and what was stupid.

Even after landing on the temporary base consisting of a spot near a river you felt haunted by this imposter syndrome, lightheaded as if you didn't belong to that friendly atmosphere surrounding you. You chose to isolate yourself by acting more useful and sat at the entrance of your tent. Not that your eyelids heavy with slumber would be really effective with those millions of raindrops pouncing onto the trees and ground but you still wanted to feel fully as part of your crew. And yet you managed to miss the silhouette sprinting in your direction, Poe's weight heavier due to the water soaking his clothes and dark mop of hair. Fortunately you for the time to roll to the side to avoid him, and witnessed him falling onto the tent floor as a loud laugh escaped his lips.

"Well I guess you wanted to get rid off us all now, good job but you could do better. Not ready to drown today."

Maybe it was Poe's own tiredness he tried to hide with that smug grin but he did look older than on the propaganda flyers dating back from the war. Of course he was older, not only with his features but also some patches in his hair getting clearer or this beard he seemed to groom with much care. Despite his recent childish actions he couldn't appear any more as the reckless and naïve yet talented pilot choosing space dangerous adventures to save the galaxy from the Resistance. He was an experienced Commander that survived a war that took away too many souls from both sides. His charm remained there, only more mature looking.

"Oh. Well how shameful that would be to drown on the floor anyway," you stuttered as you sat up. "Exactly. Now tell me why you want to stay alone in your corner when we are supposed to be a team."

Benevolent voice, stern eyes. The usual when it came to scolding you indirectly. You ignored his heavy boots soiling the tent floor around the entrance now that he took them off. Cold water kept on dripping down his hair and beard.

"I needed some time alone. As there is no emergency and as we are in a safe territory, I considered that guarding the area would be…"

Your words died down at the warning sent by his displeased face. Poe knew precisely when to detect lies. You suspected him of being a liar in his past.

"My orders were clear. We have to turn our tents towards each other so that we can keep an eye on everyone. Radars and patrols will take care of the rest with much more efficiency due to that weather." "I'm sorry sir. This won't happen again."

Regrets and guilt made your body feel smaller than ever as you stared at the ground, your chest heavy. Between exhaustion and negative thoughts, anger and tears started to get hard to keep at bay. So you focused on your nails picking on your pants while listening to Poe wiping his face and hair with some tissue.

"I know you're having a hard time but I need you to focus," he mumbled as he sat down closer to you, "and for that I also need you to tell me the truth. Is there any reason for you to disobey?" "I… I don't want to disobey. It's just that… I mean I am not feeling well. And it leads me to disobey when it's not my intention to do so."

The man hummed as he kept on drying himself, then you watched his hands resting on his knees.

"You were silent today," he stated gently. "Yeah… I didn't feel like joking around." "Something I said?"

A quick "no" of your head gave your answer and you took the hand reaching for you. Poe's skin felt fresh and you shivered at this contact.

"Sorry for that," he chuckled, "but I know someone needing some advice from the old man I am, am I wrong?"

You grinned before looking up at his warm eyes and just by doing that you felt better already. A beautiful and comforting brown that had seen so many terrifying things without losing hope or care. This inspired you a lot at your arrival in his squadron. Relaxing a bit more, you handed him a large sponge towel that rested in one of your travel bags. The Commander thanked you with that same gaze and you looked away as he rubbed it all over his wet clothes.

"I might… need some… advice," you confirmed reluctantly. "Oh, well, who doesn't. So… what's bothering you?" "I don't feel as… deserving of being part of your squadron. I'm never good enough, funny enough, serious enough, useful enough, and as we don't really have any major enemy it's like this squadron doesn't need as many pilots as there are today."

The man got as silent as paralyzed for a short time before kneeling in soft motions, his hands holding the folded sponge towel against his thighs as he sent you a comprehensive look.

"Isn't that the good ol' imposter syndrome if I see one," he commented with a smile. "Maybe. Personally I call that a good sense of reality." "We all called that thing in a similar way. I know how that feels. I know the dread it causes. Not good, not good. Why do you think you don't belong there with us?"

The hands resting on your shoulders hold them right, just enough to anchor you to this world and that yes, Poe Dameron himself was your Commander for real and that he wanted to understand you more instead of seeing you as a dead weight.

"I've heard how traumatic the war has been on our soldiers so don't get me wrong but… I feel like I should take part to something bigger than just patrols. I have my strengths and my weaknesses and I should use them wisely instead of hinting down some weird creatures or clans or pirates attacking merchants." "It sounds pretty wise to me not to take inconsiderate risks when there is none to take." "I don't know… I've grown up to propaganda telling me not to shy away at any threat, that I should jump into combat mode whenever I see a danger so I could be useful. I want to be part of something bigger. It sold me camaraderie, team work to kill off rebels. And here I am calculating asteroid's trajectory and shooting at drunkards thinking that attacking small ships is the greatest idea of their life."

You might have gotten a little carried away by your diatribe but the look of absolute softness in Poe's face was everything.

"Look at you, talking like my young self instead of wanting to acknowledge reality. I miss it sometimes."

The slight trembling of his lips stopped in less than a second but punched you in your guts. Poe Dameron fighting off rebels during incredible battles couldn't suprise you but him crying? No. Impossible. He was an intense guy but mature, a military man that carried a good part of the Order's offensives on his shoulders couldn't cry. He was solid as beskar.

"I don't like it when people cry," you commented awkwardly. "I get it. Wasn't that supposed to be the rebels only that would cry at their downfall while we would celebrate our victory, our freedom and our superiority?"

Some vague slogan similar to his sour words flashed before your eyes. Then the ones claiming that the First Order's wives cried the troops that perished. Then another one claiming that only rebels and their allies would suffer. Then back to the First Order orphans mourning their fathers. This time it was your turn to repress some tears and you hid your face in your hands, rubbing your cheeks and temples as exhaustion was winning its way through each of your nerves.

"I just want to find my place into something bigger. More important," you complained. "I think the same sometimes. Then I remember I wouldn't have much to do out of our fleet. I don't want to become a farmer or a merchant. Not anymore at least. Flying is what gives me the most the impression of being free despite all the calculation and discipline required."

Poe came closer again, sitting right by your left. The hand he extended towards you reached for the small tear escaping the corner of your eye.

"I'm not crying," you protested weakly. "I know. It's exhaustion. I used to say that too."

With a mere gesture of his arms opening he welcomed you warmly in his embrace. This unthinkable situation helped you release a few more tears that had nothing to do with fatigue and he frowned at the tension present in your stiff body.

"Can you sleep these days?" "No. I tried but I stopped," you whined.

Trusting him fully, you let him guide your weight so that you were lying back against the floor, the back of your head resting on his belly and the rest of your upper body between his legs that hold you firmly.

"Close your eyes. It's going to help," he instructed.

That position already started to lure your muscles into a sleepy state, and your heavy eyelids closed by themselves while Poe was rubbing your temples gently with his fingers. His skin warmed up during the time spent in your tent and his touch felt amazing. And just like that you welcomed his face massage as his spread his fingers and palms on your forehead, cheeks, chin, on the bridge of your nose, whenever you needed it. The hypnotizing circles as well as your own breathing slowing down brought you closer and closer to sleep.

"You're more useful than you think," he said after a while, "I wish you were part of my squadron during that war. I know I would be able to count on you no matter what. You're the kind of person I would be grateful to dedicate my life for."

His words reached your ears but you were too far gone to even react at them. Your jaws opened a while ago, completely relaxed by his ministrations. Your brain kept on registering his touch, the intensity, your breathing, his breathing, his skin's warmth. You let him keep you in that position and also let him grab your hands so that he could start massaging those parts.

"I hope you can sleep better after this," he whispered, "you deserve it. By the way do you think you'd be available for dinner once back at the base?"

A discreet and undecipherable mumble from you later and you fell into the deepest sleep of your life.

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Thanks for reading please comment and reblog if you liked it !

@queen-of-elves @qrjung

[flightlessangelwings]

💋February Kisses & 4K Followers Drabble Request Event!💋

❤️

February is for fluff and love, and this kisses prompt list is just too cute so I decided to use it for my requests for part 2 of my 4K follower celebration event and just to share some love here too!

I can’t believe I hit such a huge milestone it feels unreal!!! Thank you all sooo much for following me and supporting my works and for sticking around!!! I’m sending all the love right back at y’all!!! ❤️💖❤️💖❤️💖❤️

Using this prompt list send in a request for a short drabble (500-1k words I’m guessing, depending on how many I get) to be posted throughout the month of February to celebrate! Requests for this will be open from now, Feb 1 until February 7! Requests now closed!

I will not be using my taglist for this so please also follow my update blog and turn on post notifications to stay up to date! @flightlessangelwings-updates

QUICK RULES! Please read these before sending in anything!

- Please be following me to send in a request. Anon is fine just please use the honor system. And NO MINORS! My blog is 18+ only so minors please so not follow or interact!

- Please reblog your request!

- Please copy the entire prompt in your ask. Multiple requests are ok but please don’t overwhelm with too many. 

- Please let me know what type of drabble you want: fluff, smut, angst, hurt/comfort, etc. Feel free to ask for something more specific too! If you want a specific type of reader (gn, fem, plus size, bi, Latine, etc) please let me know!

- I’ll be taking requests for the following characters only:

Pedro characters- Joel Miller, Din Djarin, Frankie Morales, Comandante Veracruz, Javier Peña, Javi Gutierrez, Pero Tovar, Marcus Pike, Marcus Moreno, Ezra

Star Wars- Poe Dameron, Cassian Andor, Fennec Shand, Boba Fett, Cobb Vanth, Kino Loy, Cal Kestis

Marvel- Marc Spector, Steven Grant, Loki, Tasm!Peter Parker, Frank Castle, Carol Danvers, Sam Wilson

Others- Tommy Miller, Benny Miller, Santiago Garcia, Bishop Losa, Angel Reyes, Dream of the Endless, Thirteenth Doctor

Specific parings and thruples- MPoA (Frankie/reader/Benny), Neighbor!Steven Grant, Veracruz/Cariño, DinCobb/reader, Joel/reader/Frankie, Javi G/Estrella, BobaDin/reader

- This is a list of things I do not write for. Please respect my boundaries and do not ask for anything on this list. It will be deleted and ignored.

Real people fic

Pregnancy/breeding/lactation/kids/anything similar

Age gaps, including teacher/student

Virginity/innocence kink

Daddy kink

Sick fics/illness

Priest au or anything religious

A/B/O

- Please use a heart emoji at the end of your ask so I know you read all of this! Asks without one will not be answered. Thank you!  💖

[jubileegeode]

Gonna just write some TOTK angst I guess??

Endgame Zelda TOTK spoilers ahead, read at your own discretion <3

This story takes place after the defeat of Ganendorf, and the destruction of his secret stone.

Zelda, now somewhat returned to her mind, was still suffering the consequences of her actions.

Her mind would drift, and she'd forget things. Important things at times.

Link was of course helpful and accomedating, but time kept slipping past the princess.

And so one day, helping tend to the Hateno school's garden, she found herself drifting again.

And when she came back to herself, the world was covered in snow. a woman informs her that she was her student, and Zelda had spent 15 winters in that garden.

Zelda was looking at infinity again, as she was when she first swallowed that stone. She realized that an immortal dragon is named such for a reason, and she hadn't seen eternity quite yet.

The news was hard on everyone, though Link always was very hard to read. His conduct hadn't changed one bit over the years, sticking to her side until his hair turned grey, aiding her in her travels to the shrines of any god that would listen.

The horned god had no room to store her endless vitality and the trades haven't aged her a day. The bretheren in charge of poes refused her an afterlife, and of course...

Hylia almighty, had no advice to her but encouragement on her brave sacrifice and noble life. Zelda did not enjoy these.

Her friends, her allies, her students, Link...

She had buried them all.

Her brief periods of awareness were spent in communion with Mineru, who's power as a sage of spirit enabled her to offer guidance and support from beyond the veil.

Mineru had found Zelda's path to the afterlife, she's hopeful! Mineru has given up her residence in the land of the living, and Zelda was too slow to act, so they opted for a messanger!

a hero of a new age! Zelda was quite fond of this Link, though she knew not why

and she pleaded with him to obtain the required meterials to split her soul from her spirit, stripping all of her power into a still living light dragon to carry on her role.

As she departed from the living world at long last, joining her family and friends in peace and love and dance, she could see dark skies behind her, accentuated by a massive gloomy serpant.

An immortal dragon is named such for a reason...

But that's hardly her problem anymore.

[askbensolo]

Per the poetry reading, some of the best advice I've heard is "do it scared"

Definitely beats never doing the things you love and then living with what ifs. If you find you love it then heck yeah! And you find you don't want to read it to anyone else outloud afterwards then hey great! You figured out more of what you actually do and don't want to do!

Best way to make a good life is to let life itself shape and whittle you into the best shape for you, throw yourself into the rock tumbler of life and see how it makes you shine 👍✨️

Yoooo thanks for the advice! I went! And I dragged Poe with me. Because that's what he gets for making me go to that BB unit meetup with him. Worst experience of my life—fifteen BB droids all rolling around and sniffing each other's charging ports, or whatever the hell they do, and a bunch of over-enthusiastic droid owners gushing about their sweet little metal babies—horrible.

I think he took me because I showed him the results of that poll I made you guys do. He was unconvinced, and merely stated that he doesn't want to know what holonet circles I run in. And now he's made it his personal mission to make me a droid guy. Which I will—mark my words—never be.

So—anyway! The poetry meet!

It was pretty chill. There were only two people there that I immediately judged to be pretentious artsy bastards, and one of them was me. So...ya know. I've been feeling pretty ✨stressed✨ the past couple days, so it was good to go out and do something, even if I was kinda nervous at first.

I shared a couple of poems I had written about my parents a long time ago. One about my mom, and one about my dad. (AKA, some of my only works that aren't just massive explosions of angst.)

The only problem with that was that it exposed me as The Organa-Solo Kid™, which I make every effort not to be, now that I've flown the nest. I usually introduce myself to people as Ben Quadinaros (except for legal stuff, obviously). No one seems to know who that is—unfortunate for the galaxy's greatest Toong podracer with a most untimely end, but, fortunate for me, I guess. But my selected poems, which were very my mom and very my dad, were kind of a dead giveaway.

"Hold on. Aren't you Ben Solo?" this one Gungan girl asked.

I stared at her with a really dumb look on my face (a look I happen to have perfected). "I don't know who that is," I said.

"Wait, you're Ben Solo!" said the Rodian guy with the beret (the other insufferable prick in the room, besides me).

"Ew," I said. "I am so offended right now. That is literally an insult."

And then Poe started backing me up, only, like—badly. "Nah, I grew up with this guy," he said, patting me on the back. "His mom's name is—uh—Schmeia Schmorgana."

"Nice," I whispered.

"Thanks, Solo."

"Bruh—"

Well...I don't think the group bought it. Obviously. But, I think Poe and I made things awkward enough for everyone, that they all figured it just wasn't worth pressing the issue.

So...yeah! 10/10, would go again!

[juniperwoodwell]

Prompt List!

What's a prompt list? Well, it's a list of dialogue or idea prompts for different characters.

•In my prompt list you can choose any prompt you like for a character then send me a request for it, This is to help me get more stories out there for you guys and help motivate me to get them out quicker!

•All Prompts can be used multiple times, I won't be crossing them out but will be linking any posts I make with the prompt.

•You can also include what genre you'd like, Romance, Angst, Fluff, etc. (excluding smut)

(I will be frequently updating the list so don't worry about how short it is right now)

•If you have any prompts or suggestions let me know!

•Masterlist

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•The General section is for any character (ones I write for) of your choosing. You can use these for multiple characters.

•General

•1: "Call me that one more time, see what happens."

×

•2: "Wait a minute, are you jealous?"

•3: "I never thought you'd be the one to break my heart."

•4: "I wish I never met you"

•5: "In Truth you like the pain, You like it because you believe you deserve it."

•6: "Say it. Say you'll marry me and I'll do it, I'll get the paperwork and a judge. We'll be married by morning."

"What are you even saying?"

"I'm proving to you that there is no one else in this entire world I want more than you. You're everything I've ever wanted and if you say you want to marry me right now then let's get married. I love you."

"You better start making some phone calls then baby, because I love you too."

•7 "What else are you going to steal from me?"

"What? I haven't stolen-"

"First you steal my Hoodies then you steal my heart, what's next. My last name?"

•Charles

•1: "Don't patronize me for something you were too scared to do!"

•Erik

•1: "I didn't say 'I love you' to hear it back, I said it to make sure you knew."

•2: "Did we mean nothing to you? Did I mean nothing to you?"

•3: "Don't patronize me for something you were too scared to do!"

•Frank

•1: "I'll protect you, They're never going to touch you again."

•2: "Don't mess with that, You'll hurt yourself."

•3: "I'm not the good guy here."

•4: "You're not a bad guy."

•5: "I'm tellin' ya sweetheart, you don't want me. The blood on my hands..It don't wash off."

×

•6: "Your bullshit has a body count"

•Matt

•1: "I screwed up, Alright.? But I never lied to you. I've done a lot of shit in my life, but loving you is different."

•Eddie

•1: "I screwed up, Alright.? But I never lied to you. I've done a lot of shit in my life, but loving you is different."

•Bruce

•1: "I screwed up, Alright.? But I never lied to you. I've done a lot of shit in my life, but loving you is different."

•2: "If you want something, I'll buy it for you. It doesn't matter what it is as long as you are happy with it."

"But what if it's super expensive??"

"Honey, do you think money is really an issue for me?"

"Oh... well I guess not."

•Thranduil

•1: "I'm very certain that the human body isn't supposed to bleed this much..."

•Legolas

(Coming soon)

•Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

•1: "I came back for you, I promised I would and I did."

•Jake "Hangman" Seresin

•1: "Your bullshit has a body count."

•Conner

•1: "Your stitches ripped"

•2: "I broke my rules for you"

•Steven Grant

(Coming soon)

•Marc Spector

•1: "You have no idea how to make toast?"

•2: "Hey! Would you stop stealing my damn fries!"

•Jake Lockley

•1: "You're losing my interest, that's very dangerous."

•Arthur

•1:"Do you realize what time it is?"

•2: "I came back for you, I promised I would and I did."

•Merlin

•1: "I love you too much to leave you like this.."

•2: "I think someone needs a nap."

•3: "This is why I fell in love with you"

•Gwaine

(Coming soon)

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Others

•Poe Dameron

•Damon Salvatore

•JJ Maybank(OBX)

•Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

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I'm also starting a taglist, so let me know if you want to me tagged for any of the characters I write for.