#n made me fucking frantic n so i immediately stormed out the house n dumped it in the neighborhood parks trash bin lol. so they don't melt

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v blurry img bc i didn't take 1 right after doing it n had 2 go back n kinda slightly lift up the lid n also take the pic while trying w walk in place (which means the phone was moving) but I threw out half a backpacks worth of Halloween candy I had left over after giving dad a big bagfull n keeping all the tootsie rolls n fruity candies in 2 gallon bags at home, some of which I might also still throw away later.

#came out while fucking pissed i jus wanted it gone gone gone i ate 2 much again 2day (tho it was mostly chips but also chocos) n i'm getting #fatter n mom being annoying abt me wanting w throw the candy away n calling me skinny even tho i'm not n her trying 2 get me 2 eat riled me #n made me fucking frantic n so i immediately stormed out the house n dumped it in the neighborhood parks trash bin lol. so they don't melt #in Our bin come morning even tho the trash collection is 2mrw morning. #Unrelated but I'm able 2 type rly fast rn 4 some reason likem.. my hands r more stable on my phone. Huh. #delete later #Food waste cw

[kpop---scenarios]

Over Time

Commissioned by: @my-loves-18

Pairing: Shownu x Reader

Warning: Mentions of Violence, Angst, Smut

Word Count: 3.8k

"You're just jealous." Your best friend, Steph chuckles, nodding her head towards Shownu with his arm wrapped around a girl. 

"Jealous of what exactly?" You scoff while rolling your eyes. 

"Hey, Y/N." Shownu yelled from across the lawn. Despite you hating him and your assumed dislike he had for you, he still tried to get under your skin. Well not tried, succeeded. He enraged you, not made you jealous. 

Pfft. 

You may be a lot of things, but jealous was not one of them. 

"You have to make a comment everytime you see him with a girl, or just see him in general, Y/N, and with me dating Wonho we're around him alot." She says. 

You know she's right, but it's not like you dislike him for no reason. You had two, and to you they were very valid. 

The first one, you hated the way he treated women. Every party you went to, his arm was wrapped around a new girl every time, when you'd see him out, he was with a new one. You'd heard plenty of girls crying in the bathroom after just seeing them together, and it wasn't hard for you to put two and two together. He was a typical frat guy, who did the typical frat guy thing of sleeping with a ton of girls and throwing them out after he was done with them. You didn't care if he slept with thousands, just treat them better. 

The second thing that made you really despise him, was the fact that he dropped a beer on you at your first frat party of your Sophmore year and laughed while high-fiving his friends, leaving you completely embarrassed. 

"Whatever, I'm not jealous. I have class." You say, giving her a small wave before walking away.

It was the first day of your junior year and you wanted this one to be the best one yet, since you knew next year was going to be your last. 

You walk into your math class, scoping out the people you would be with for the next few months, when one person in particular caught your eye. 

Kim Namjoon. 

You had seen him around campus last year, and the immediate attraction you had felt for this man was powerful. He crossed your mind off and on all throughout the summer and you made a vow that you would talk to him if he was ever in one of your classes. 

Taking a deep breath, you walk over to where he was sitting and clear your throat. 

"This seat taken?" You ask Namjoon, sliding in beside him before he can even answer. 

"No." He coughs, clearing his throat, and goes ahead. "Hi, I'm Namjoon." He says, holding his hand out for you to shake. 

Oh you know. 

"Y/N." You smile, excited to see what this year brings. 

** 

Over the next few days, you and Namjoon are unable to stop talking to each other. Your heart skips a beat everytime you see him, the butterflies in your stomach act up whenever you even think about him. 

Was this love? Is this what it felt like? Because if it was, you were here for it. 

However, everytime you interacted with Namjoon in any way, you felt like someone was staring at you, as if someone was burning holes in your back. Finally after a week, you got tired of it, turning around to see who had an issue. 

Shownu sat there with his arms crossed, eyes staring right at you and Namjoon. You could see Namjoons face become frightened as he quickly looked away from Shownu, looking almost guilty. 

"God that guy." You mumble, feeling annoyed. 

"You know him?" Namjoon asks, avoiding eye contact.

"Kinda. Same friend group. My best friend is dating his best friend." You say. 

"So you're not close with him?" Namjoon asks, looking relieved. You shake your head no, which makes Namjoon smile but for some reason, this smile felt different. It was cold and creepy, but you shrugged it off, not thinking too much into it. 

Later that evening, you sat inside the frat house, gushing about your week with Namjoon to Sarah when Wonho and Shownu walked in the room. 

"Kim Namjoon?" Wonho asked, sitting beside Sarah, wrapping his arm around her.

"The one and only." You chuckle. 

"Careful with him. We've heard things." Shownu says, plopping down on the couch opposite of you. 

"Pfft. What things?" You scoff, not believing him. 

"His last girlfriend went missing, Y/N." Shownu says. "Just be careful." He finishes, standing up and walking towards the front door. 

Your stomach dropped.

Was it true? 

On Friday you woke up grumpy as all hell. Shuffling your feet down the hall, you enter the kitchen where Sarah stands, drinking a cup of coffee while you yawn largely. 

"Late night?" She asks, pouring you a cup of coffee. 

"Yeah, I don't know. What Shownu said to me was playing through my head, but I don't know if I believe him." You tell her. 

"Just be careful. I don't have a good feeling." She tells you, with a sympathetic smile. 

**

That weekend you spent your days not doing homework, no, you spent your time googling everything you could find related to Namjoon and his previous girlfriend and what you came up with was astonishing. 

Nothing. You found nothing that linked Namjoon to any type of disappearance. You read about a young girl going missing, but Namjoons name was nowhere to be found. That was when you decided to not take anything Shownu had to say seriously. Clearly he enjoyed just fucking with you and making you panic. 

** 

Saturday night you went back to the frat house for a party, hoping to see Namjoon there, along with hoping that maybe, just maybe Shownu would sit this one out but to your luck, he didn't. 

The moment you walked in, you felt a pair of eyes on you. Looking around you see Namjoon staring at you. You smile at him, walking towards him but something stops you, another pair of eyes, burning into your skin. Looking up you see Shownu staring at you, his eyes going in between you and Namjoon. He shakes his head no to you, telling you not to go over there. You roll your eyes, walking to Namjoon anyways. You didn't understand what Shownu's deal with you was. He only likes to crack jokes at your expense and taunt you, why was he acting like this now that you were interested in someone? 

Sarah had told you it was because he was into you, but you couldn't believe that. There were no signs, he was always mean to you. Plus you did not like him at all. She was delusional, right? 

"Y/N. Can I talk to you?" You hear from behind you. Shownu standing there, looking worried. 

"No Shownu. Butt out." You sigh, walking away. 

You ignored the nagging feeling in your stomach as you walked towards Namjoons extended hand, ready to see where the night took you. 

** 

Monday morning you walked into your classroom, a smile on your face that you could not shake. Your night with Namjoon had gone perfectly. The two of you had gone for a walk before going to get some ice cream and then sat at a 24 hour Cafe and just talked. You talked about everything, family,  friends, school, life. It was perfect and you were falling hard. 

"Are you okay?" You hear, making you come out of your happy bubble. 

"I'm fine why?" You ask, looking at Shownu with a blank stare. 

"Just checking. Sorry." He mumbles, walking back to his seat as Namjoon glares at him, sitting beside you. 

** 

Over the next few weeks, your high of going out with Namjoon began to quickly dwindle into becoming scared of him. If you didn't call him back within two minutes he got very angry. 

"Hey , sorry I was talking to Sarah." You laugh, the phone against your ear. 

"Yeah sure. Probably fucking someone else like a whore." Namjoon spit. 

"What? No, I was literally talking to Sarah." You whisper. 

"Yeah, you better have been." He snaps before hanging up. 

 If you ignored him, he showed up at your apartment. 

Sunday night you heard a frantic knock at your door. 

Knock 

Knock 

Knock

"Open up Y/N! I know your home!" He yelled through the door. You quickly unlocked the front door, Namjoon pushing his way inside. "Why are you ignoring me!" He yells. "Who's here!? Where is he? I heard shuffling. You're probably hiding him in the bathroom, aren't you?" He yells, storming to the bathroom. 

"Im studying!" You say, pointing to your books scattered across the floor. "This is too much." You sigh. He apologizes after looking in the bathroom, the crazy in his eyes still lingering. 

The two of you weren't even dating yet and he was very controlling and possessive and you didn't want it. 

On Monday you sat at the opposite end of the classroom, away from Namjoon. You could feel his eyes burning into your skin. You turned around and saw Shownu staring at him, making sure he knew he was watching. 

"Why didn't you sit with me?" Namjoon asked, grabbing your hand as you exited the room, pulling you to a corner. 

"Look, I don't want to see you anymore. I'm done. Leave me alone." You say, walking away and feeling relieved. 

With your head down, you continue walking down the hall, accidentally bumping into someone on your way. "I'm so sorry." You say, looking up to see Shownu standing there. 

"No worries5." He smiles at you, making you smile. 

"Look.. I'm sorry I've been butting in with you and Namjoon. The dudes just not right." Shownu expresses. 

"I know. And I'm sorry for not believing you.. I told him I didn't want to see him anymore. He's scaring me." You tell him. 

You're not sure why you were telling this to Shownu. Maybe it was the fact that he had been so nice to you, so concerned about you. You weren't sure. 

"I'm glad you're okay." He says. 

"I still don't like you." You mumble, beginning to walk away. 

"Woah, woah, what did I ever do to you?" He asks. 

"Seriously? The beer poured all over me?" You scoff. He laughs. 

"That was an accident." He says. "It wasn't meant for you specifically, you just happened to be under there." He clarifies. 

"Well I don't like the way you treat your conquests." You say, crossing your arms. 

"My conquests?" He asks with a laugh. 

"The girls you sleep with and the dump." You explain.  

"Which girls are those? Because I haven't gotten laid in like 6 months." He laughs. 

"Then why are you always with a different girl? Why are some of them crying after being alone with you?" You ask, crossing your arms. 

"I do have friends that are girls. And when they're crying, it's usually because they're having issues with their own boyfriends." He chuckles. "Contrary to popular belief, I don't just fuck anything with two legs and a vagina." He tells you. "I only sleep with someone if I like them." He finishes, giving you a small wink before walking away. 

Had you really been wrong about him this entire time? Hating hkm for something he wasn't even doing instead of giving him the benefit of the doubt. Honestly you felt a little shitty for the way that you had treated him all the time and assumed how he was acting. 

Walking to your apartment, you don't feel the gaze of Namjoom on you, as he follows you, making sure you're heading there alone. 

As you walk down the street, you can faintly hear the sound of footsteps behind you. You try to peek over your shoulder to see who's there, but you can't see anyone, only your shadow from the dimly lit street lights. Your stomach is in knots as you pick up your pace, just wanting to get home and feel safe. 

You round the corner of your apartment, bolting up the stairs as fast as you can, noticing a figure behind you catching up. Your hands shake as you find the key and slide it into the lock, hoping you can make it before he reaches you. 

You knew it was Namjoon. You knew he was pissed you wanted to end things, and he knew you were scared of him and he decided to use this to his advantage, knowing when you get scared, you get clumsy. 

"Hi baby." He whispers in your ear, covering your mouth with his hand and pushing open the door to your apartment. 

You were so close. 

That evening Sarah had messaged you reminding you she would be out of town for the week with Wonho, visiting family. 

"I remembered. But judging by the look on your face you forgot and hoped she would be home tonight. Sorry baby." Namjoon whispers, stroking your cheek. "So beautiful." 

**

Wednesday. 

[7:29pm] Hey Shownu, it's Sarah. Can you check on Y/N? It's been a few days and she hasn't responded to me. I'm worried. 

[7:31pm] I'm on my way. 

** 

Shownu arrives at your apartment, his hand up ready to bang on the door, when he hears a voice. Pressing his ear to the door, quietly, he immediately recognizes the faint voice of Namjoon. You try to reply but he can only hear mumbles. You couldbt be tied up.. could you? 

Shownu juggles back and forth for a minute, deciding what to do, and ultimately he decides to go for the safest bet. He walks away from your door, pulling out his phone to call his cousin, who just happens to be a cop. 

"Hey Seo-Joon, it's Shownu. Look, I might be overreacting but…" he goes on to explain the situation and how he thinks you're being held against your will. 

"Don't worry, we're on our way. Hang tight." Seo-Joon says, reassuring him. 

A few minutes later, Seo-Joon, along with five other officers walk up the stairs, joining Shownu as he points to which apartment is yours. 

The police count down before they break down the door, three men rushing in to tackle an unsuspecting Namjoon, who swore up and down everything was consensual, while you barely sat in a chair, rope burns around your wrist and ankles and torso, showing that you had been trying to escape, your body limp and bruise. 

Shownu rushes towards you, untying you and holding you until the ambulance comes, riding with you to the hospital and not leaving your side for a minute. 

Sarah and Wonho came home as soon as they could, Sarah feeling so guilty about leaving you, even though no one could have truly predicted this. 

Namjoon had been arrested and was awaiting trial as you healed from the terrible experience. You were assured you would never have to see him again, as he was now also being looked at for the disappearance of his previous girlfriend. 

As time went on, you and Shownu slowly became closer. He visited you at the hospital often, then when you were home, he practically lived in your apartment. 

When you got better and started going out, he was always around you, if not beside you, he was close enough that if you needed him, you could call and he would hear you. 

The second frat party you attended is where he kissed you for the first time. 

You had excused yourself from the dance floor, feeling flushed and a little thirsty, you made your way to the kitchen for a drink. Shiwnu came in behind you asking you if you were okay and if you needed anything. You were leaning against the wall when he walked over to you, his body just barely pressing against yours. 

"W-what are you doing?" You ask, your throat suddenly dry. 

"Can i see something?" He asks. You nod your head yes, and he leans in for a kiss. 

You melted. 

He pulled away, smiled and walked away. 

Oh boy. 

 The next week, neither of you talked about what happened at the last party. However, that weekend you found yourself pinned against a wall, your legs wrapped around his waist as he aggressively slid his tongue into your mouth. 

Shownu pulls himself away, letting you slowly slide down his body until you're level on the ground. 

"Fuck." He groans, giving you a smile and a wink before walking back to the party. You were definitely starting to like him. 

You had tried to ask him about it on Tuesday in class, and he told you to "just let it flow." 

You weren't sure what he meant, so you left it alone and went on with your week. 

That next weekend as you walked into the frat house, your body instinctively moved toward Shownu, but you decided you wanted a drink first. You smiled as tiu stared at the wall that just last weekend he had you pressed against. 

"Whatcha smiling at?" Sarah asks, walking behind you to pour herself a beer. 

"Ahh, nothing." You nervously chuckle. You knew she'd be happy for you, but honestly you didn't even know what the two of you were, if anything so why get excited over nothing? 

You and Sarah took a few shots, getting nice and tipsy before heading to the dance floor. You were feeling a little sad you still hadn't seen Shownu. The song changed as the two of you walked over there. You began rolling your hips to the beat, your eyes finally meeting Shownu's. He lickdd his lips as he watched you dance, shaking your hips and ass, keeping eye contact with him. 

When the song finished, you tried to get yourself another drink, but instead of making it to the kitchen, you found yourself being dragged up the stairs by Shownu. 

He pulled you into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind you.

"Can I help…" you began before being cut off by his lips. 

"You are so sexy." He groans, his lips never leaving yours. He pushes himself against you, letting you feel his hard cock through his jeans.  

"I want you." You moan, moving yourself so he will pick you up. 

You wrap your legs around him as he moves you to the bathroom counter, sitting you down, never breaking the kiss, grinding his cock into your already wet clothes pussy. 

Shownu parts your legs as he pulls your ass closer to the edge of the counter, gripping his large hands tightly to your thighs.

He drops to his knees, pulling down your panties licks, with your help. You both were thanking you for wearing a skirt tonight. Shownu places your legs over his shoulders, leaning you back to get better access. Bending down, he llicks a strip up your already sopping cunt,  causing shivers to trickle down your spine.

“Fuck” you groan as he latches his luscious lips to your clit, sucking harshly.

You move your hands to his head, gripping a fist of his hair as he flicks his tongue against your clit, while you grind your self in his mouth. 

Shownu reaches his hand up, slipping under your shirt, cupping your breast before pinching your nipple, rolling it in between his fingers.

“Just like that” you cry out. "Fuck." You grunt your orgasm building.

Shownu flicks his tongue faster, switching between using his licking and sucking. 

Your grip on him tightens as your orgasm comes closer, a few more long licks and you’re sent over the edge, letting out a string of cries and curses words as your body shudders, harshly grinding yourself against his face. 

Shownu pulls away from you, licking his lips with a smile on his face. 

You push him back, sliding off the counter before dropping to your knees. 

Reaching up you unbutton his pants, yanking them down, along with his boxers, allowing his cock to spring free. 

Your mouth waters as you stare at his large, thick cock, his red tip dripping with pre cum. You wrap your hand around his large shift before taking his tip in your mouth, sucking harshly, lapping up the cum. 

"Damn baby." He groans, throwing his head back. You begin taking in as much of him as you can, moving your hand from in the way. 

You gag on his cock as you deep throat Him, making him hiss in pleasure. 

Taking him from deep in your throat, you twirl your tongue around his tip while pumping him at the same time. 

"Holy fuck." He moans, not wanting you to stop. "If you wanna fuck, you're gonna have to stop." He cries. 

You halt your movements, taking him from your mouth, before standing up and bending over the bathroom counter. 

"Fuck me." You cry, shaking your ass for him. 

You can hear Shownu groan as he watches you stand there, bent over, waiting for his cock. 

"Gladly." He growls, lining himself up with your entrance before pushing himself inside you. 

"Your cunt feels so good." He moans, thrusting in and out of you. Your hands grip the counter tightly, your fingertips turning white. 

"Harder." You cry. Shownu pounds his cock inside of you, the sound of skin snapping fills the bathroom. 

There's a knock at the door that shocks ykh both, but Shownu yells for them to fuck off, his orgasm building. 

You rub your clit, your second orgasm coming on quicker than your first, taking no time to wash through your body, making you cry out. 

"Shit im gonna cum." Shownu grunts, pulling himself out of you before pumping his cock to cum all over your back. "Fuck I'm sorry." He says, making you chuckle. 

"Just loan me one of your shirts." You smile. 

"Now that I can do." He says, grabbing your hand to take you to his room. 

Later that week Shownu asked you to be his girlfriend, which you happily accepted. He had told you, he knew that over time you'd come around to be with him. And he was right. 

** 

It had been a few months and you had never been happier. You and Shownu were still going strong, and Namjoon was being held in prison. Life was actually really good, it felt like nothing could bring the tso of you down. 

"Hello?" Shownu says, answering his phone. His face goes confused, putting his phone on speaker. 

"Y/N." You hear, it's Seo-Joon. 

"Oh, hi." You giggle. 

"Look.. i don't know how to tell you this but Namjoon was released. The judge decided there wasn't enough evidence." He sighs. 

Your body begins to tremble at the thought of Namjoon roaming the streets again. Just as you feel like you're about to cry, there's a knock at your door, and your stomach drops. 

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In another life - Chapter 2 - Poe Dameron x Reader

Summary:  Long before there were new Jedi, before the fight between the Resistance and the First Order came to an end, there was just a young man, skilled in flying anything he could get his hands on, with the urge to be something greater. Then there was you. You broke him

Rating: M for smut in later chapters

Now on ao3, come say hi if you want to!

Warnings: both of them are idiots, I feel like I only write idiots with zero communication skills, you’ll see; little angsty but not to much; you dumped him;

no use of y/n

Word count: 1577

previous chapter here , next chapter at the bottom

Poe Dameron’s day had started out pretty normal. He had showered quickly, put on a fresh undershirt and jumped into his worn, orange flight suit. The material felt like a second skin to him by now. General Organa had announced the mission to him, briefed him in a quiet and urgent voice and he had boarded his ship soon after, his squadron following behind, loyal and willing to fight by his side as ever. Just your average day. In hyperspeed he did something out of the ordinary though. He should have known that this was the tipping point, where it all went to shit.

His fingers grazed the edge of something hidden he had tucked away beneath his controls. It was a photo, edges worn and creased, well loved and faded. He looked younger in it, more carefree, arms wrapped around your waist while you had your legs wrapped around his torso. Your faces were smushed together, cheek to cheek and you were both smiling brightly at the camera. Pain welled up inside of him as he brushed the tip of his index finger over your face. You had left him behind years ago, tears brimmed in his eyes as he remembered the moment he had realized you were gone. The strain on your relationship had been big, he knew that. He had been preoccupied in the end, trying to find the right place for himself in this twisted galaxy and had joined the Resistance immediately after you left since he had toyed with the idea for a while. His accomplishments filled him with pride and his relationships warmed his heart but nothing and no one made him feel the way you used to. Poe dwelled on the idea “What if…?” every once in a while but there was usually something that triggered it, sometimes it was just a smell leading to a memory which hit him harder than he thought it would and then he found himself in his room, curling his hand around his mother’s necklace as he remembered how close he was to giving it to you. Before.

The drop out of hyperspace tore him away from his train of thought and he pushed everything that didn’t concern the mission away. Black-Two, Black-Three and Black-Four landed on the surface while Poe surveyed the situation from above. He wasn’t comfortable with the idea of this but after Wexley had insisted that he was their best flyer and they needed air support, in case the First Order sent reinforcements. He prided himself in listening to his team, never had he intended on becoming a high ranking asset of the Resistance, he just wanted to help, to have a purpose in life.

Poe hovered close by, hearing the commotion below him and then he saw the First Order ship abruptly leave the surface, without even noticing him. Poe considered engaging with them but he knew better than to anger a beaten First Order fleet. He waited with baited breath for the comms to come to life and hear his squadron talk to him, alive and well.

“Black Leader, this is Black Three, Black Leader, come in please.”, came Jessika’s voice over the comms. Finally.

“Black Three, this is Black Leader, you good?”, he replied.

“Wexley got hit but one of the villagers took down some troopers and basically saved his ass.”

Kriffing hell, he thought to himself. He was glad Wexley was okay because Poe was not sure how well he would react to losing someone close to his heart right now. Hell maybe they could even bring home a new recruit if that villager was any good, Maker knows the Resistance needed it.

“Wexley, Kun, Pava, you’re magical, well done. Black Leader landing.”, Poe laughed.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Dameron.” The com-link crackled and Pava was gone.

He landed his X-Wing carefully, jumping out on the opposite side of his team. “You know guys, I’m really freaking proud of you, showing those bucketbrains how it’s done. I think we deserve a go-”

Kriff. This couldn’t be. His mouth moved, no words coming out. He blinked. Maybe he got shot out of the sky and this was all just a fever dream. Maybe he was currently lying in the wreckage of his X-Wing and bleeding out and you were the vision taking him to the afterlife. There were no words that could accurately summarize his emotions right now.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”, was what came out in the end. His eyes locked with yours, a feeling of familiarity and alienation that washed over him at the same time was making him feel uneasy.

“Poe, I-”, you started but he cut you off. He couldn’t do this right now, not in front of his squadron.

“No, don’t bother. None of my business, eh?”

The amount of bitterness in his own voice didn’t escape him but he had stowed his feelings for you away for so long, he was allowed to let some of it out, one way or another. He let the rest of the conversation wash over him, nodding along to the information his squadron gave him and reluctantly agreeing when they suggested that you should join them on the mission. He knew what you were capable of and his feelings were not supposed to be his main concern right now. After Pava and you had left and Wexley had boarded his X-Wing to return back to base to have his wound looked at, Kun and Poe headed out into the opposite direction to asset the damage in the village.

A few steps away from the ship Kun touched his shoulder softly. “I don’t want to intrude, Dameron. Really, but I haven’t seen you react this strongly to anyone before. Who is she?” Her question was quiet but firm. Poe had always admired the way she made people open up to her, it wasn't like she forced the information out of anyone. People shared their worries with Karé Kun willingly and she somehow always found the right words to sooth the pain of others.

He closed his eyes, letting out a shuddering breath. “She was my girlfriend. Before the Resistance. I was ready to marry her, kriff, days away from asking actually, when we had a fight. I told her I wanted to join, fight against the First Order, had been wanting to for a long time actually but I just couldn’t do that to her. I couldn’t bear the thought of losing her. She said she didn’t want me to hold this over her later, didn’t want me to think I made the wrong decision. I went to bed angry that night, we never used to. The next morning she was gone, the only thing she left behind was a note next to our bed. “I’ll find you in another life, Dameron, be a hero.” it said. Can you believe that? I tried to stay, waited for her to return for a few days but staying where we used to spend all our time together made me slowly go crazy. So I left and joined the Resistance shortly after.”

Karé was staring at him with big eyes. “I’m so sorry Poe, I shouldn’t have asked.”

“No one knows”, he replied, “but I’m glad I told you. Thank you for listening Karé.”

She smiled softly up at him and squeezed his shoulder. They went on their way but they were able to smell that there was nothing left before they could see it. The village was nothing but burning piles of what must have been the village's inhabitants at some point and ashes by the time they got there. Flames were licking at the small homes and the smell of burning flesh and wood lingered in the air. Poe called out for survivors but only the sound of his own voice echoed back to him. A window exploded out of one of the houses. He dragged a hand over his face, feeling drained at the sight in front of him. His comlink began lighting up at the same time as Karé’s did.

“Kriff. It’s Jess! Distress signal!”, she called but Poe had already broken onto a sprint, your name falling from his lips.

He didn’t dare to slow down all the way to the location Jess had sent him, only halting at the cave entrance for Karé to catch up before storming in blindly. It was too quiet and he looked around quickly, eyes searching frantically until they landed on you. He breathed your name before catching himself and straightening up.

He automatically kicked into Commander-Dameron-Mode, as Jess liked to call it, and started comforting the villagers. He only registered Pava making a loud noise in the back of his mind but the loud thunk that followed had him turning around quickly, half expecting more troopers. Instead he saw you, crumbled on the floor, burned arm outstretched and looking pale. He was by your side in an instant, cradling your head softly in his lap. You skin was ashen and you didn't react to him softly shaking your shoulder. He tried again, more frantic. “Hey, come on, wake up baby”, the endearing term fell off his lips easily, like it had all those years ago. "Let me see those pretty eyes, come on." He looked up to his crew, tears threatening to spill out of his eyes. "I just found her again...", he whispered. 

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