#star wars sequel fic

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Infiltrate My Life ~Captain Phasma xFem Trainee!Reader

May the fourth be with you all!! I just needed an excuse to write another Fic for Phasma lol. Smutty Fic for Star Wars Day 😘🏳️‍🌈🖤

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, implied masturbation, smut, thigh riding, spanking, spanking kink, mommy kink, implied pain kink…?, implied future smut, etc.

Enjoy (;

You barely dodged a yet another swing, that Phasma sent your way.

You two had been sparring for hours by now.

You looked at the clock and it read 11:30pm…

You were a panting mess.

While the Captain was still energized and swinging at you.

You had been assigned to her as your training mentor, and unlike a lot of the other senior imperial staff, she took it seriously.

Physical Training every morning at 4:30.

Dieted Breakfast at 8.

Stealth Training at 9:30.

Dieted Lunch at 12:30pm.

Weapons Training at 2:30.

Gear Analysis & Training at 4.

Dieted Dinner at 5:30.

Sparring Session at 8.

She worked you around the clock, and still managed to get all of her other duties done with nothing short of perfection.

~~~

When you had first met Phasma, you were immediately intimidated and a little scared.

And when they paired her as your mentor, you were at odds.

You had been picked up to be a covert operative, and the First Order had given you an Imperial Trooper Captain as your mentor…

But as soon as the Captain laid out her expectations, you quickly realized how serious and skilled she was.

She could without a doubt train an assassin.

~~~

Phasma threw another punch, but this one you didn’t dodge in time…

Her fist collided with your face, causing you to stumble back and fall on your ass.

You groaned in frustration.

You would never beat this woman…

“Again.” Phasma ordered.

You huffed, rubbing your nose slightly and then realizing your nose was bleeding…

Oh well…

you thought as you got back up, your breathing labored and your body sore and aching.

Again and again Phasma struck you down, until she had decided it was enough for today.

“You can go. I expect you here at 4:30am sharp.” Phasma commanded, before leaving you on the floor of the sparring ring.

You groaned again in frustration, smacking your hand against the mat in anger but quickly recoiling in pain.

You winced at your bruised hand, as images of Phasma pinning you down flashed in your head.

You sighed, feeling your core tense and heated as it usually was after your more intense sparring sessions.

You just couldn’t help it…

Sparring Sessions we’re the only time that Phasma ever took off her entire armor.

Or at least the only time in which you were ever present…

Every time she shoved you to the ground, brushed against your shoulder, pinned you to the floor, or just touches you in any way, sparks of electricity were sent or your core.

You knew this was dangerous…

This was not the business for developing feelings.

But you couldn’t stop what you felt.

So you suppressed it.

Unfortunately for you, that meant your mind only brought it up more…

So every night, once Phasma had ended your session, you were finally able to relieve the painful ache in between your legs before going to bed.

~~~

The next morning you dragged yourself out of bed and into your training clothes.

You were tired and your mind was still fuzzy.

Today was leg day, so your mourning training would be in the weight room.

No one was awake at this hour, let alone lifting weights, so you walked the corridors in silence, which made you only more tired.

You entered the weight room with a yawn to find Phasma in her sparring wear still, leaning against a wall with a wicked smirk on her face.

You closed the door.

“Your late.” She sneered.

“Sorry… What will it be this time?” You mumbled.

Whenever you were late, Phasma would punish you with intense physical regimes…

“Something new…” Phasma taunted with that devilish smirk.

“Ok…” you said, not understanding what was going on with her.

“You know, I have to do security camera checks every few months. I did one last night.” She purred.

This was a new tone…

“Oh?”

She didn’t usually make small talk…

“Yes… And I saw something interesting…” her eyes twinkled with a new, dark substance.

Your stomache dropped.

She knew.

She had to know.

You hummed in response, not being able to form any words as your mind was spiraling.

“So today, we will be trying out a new punishment…” Phasma tauntingly purred.

You gulped.

Her tone sent shivers down your spine and sparks to your core.

“Yes Ma’am.” you whispered.

“Oh no, that won’t do… What was it you called me last night and the many nights before that…?” She wickedly toyed with you.

She’s seen the other ones as well…

You were so Fucked.

“I asked you a question, trainee.” Phasma jeered.

“Mommy…” you whispered, eyes glued to the floor and an intense blush scoring your face.

But this wasn’t satisfactory for Phasma.

“Look me in the eyes when you tell me what you call me when your hand in inbetween your legs and your screaming my name in pleasure.” Phasma lustfully commanded, her eyes now completely dark with lust.

You whimpered and looked into her hungry, lustful eyes, “Mommy…”

Phasma hummed and proceeded to straddle a weight lifting bench.

“Bend over Mommy’s lap.” She ordered.

“I… what..?” You breathlessly stuttered.

Phasma darkly chuckled, “Make Mommy repeat herself again and your punishment will be far worse…”

You audibly gulped, making Phasma grin at the effect she had on you.

You immediately went over to her and practically collapsed over her lap, your wobbly knees giving in.

Phasma then pulled down your pants along with your knickers and spread your legs so that your ass was raised her for her.

“Count. If you stop, forget, or miscount, Mommy starts over. Understand?” She jeered.

“Yes mommy…” you whimpered, wiggling your ass slightly in anticipation.

“Already so needy aren’t you, slut?” Phasma tauntingly purred.

But before you could say anything—

Smack!

Phasma had smacked her hand against your ass, hard…

You yelped and jolted forward a bit, “Fuck! One…”

“One what?” She sneered.

“One Mommy…!” You immediately replied, hoping she still counted that.

Her hum of approval told you that it counted.

Whack!

“Two Mommy!!” you yelped, your ass turning a blush pink color.

Crack!

“Threeeeeee fuck Mommy…!” You groaned.

“Such a slut…” Phasma chuckled.

Thwack!

“Four Mommy please…!” You mewled, your ass approaching tomato redness.

“Begging will get you nowhere, not when your being punished…”

Snap!

“F…FIVE Mommy!!” you cried out, the sting becoming harsher.

“I can already see your glistening slickness, slut… Is that all for mommy?” Phasma taunted.

Smack!

“Six Mommy yes yes all for you…!!” you cried, tears starting to well up and trickle down your face.

Phasma hummed in delight.

Whack!

“Sev—Seven! Mommy please Im… I’m sorry please!!” You stuttered in a cry, burring your face in her lap to muffle your sinful sounds.

But Phasma was quick to pull your head back up.

“No no slut… I get to here you…” she wickedly purred.

Crack!

“Eight FUCK Mommy!!” you cried, your voice going shrill.

Wetness was dripping down your inner thighs at this point.

Thwack!

“GOD please Nine Mommy…!!” you screamed.

“God won’t help you now…” Phasma chuckled, “Last one if your good, slut…”

“I’ll be good so good please mommy please!!” You plead.

Smack!

“TEN MOMMY!!” you cried out.

Phasma then started to rub your red, raw ass lightly, causing you to let out a breath of relief.

She then lowered her lips to the shell of your ear and whispered,

“If you ever touch yourself without my permission again, I’ll bend you over my lap and spank you in the dining hall in front of everyone…”

You gulped.

“Yes mommy…” you choked out, your voice strained.

You squirmed in her lap, suddenly feeling extremely desperate and in need of relief.

Phasma darkly chuckled at your efforts, and she easily picked you up to straddle her thigh.

Instinctually, you bucked your hips against the blondes toned thigh.

But she stopped your administrations.

“Tell me what you want, slut…” she purred in your ear.

“Wanna Ride your thigh and cum on it… please mommy…?” You whimpered, desperate for some friction.

“Alright, slut… ride my thigh…” she permitted.

But you didn’t ride her thigh, no…

You rutted against her thigh.

Fast, sloppy jerkings of your hips as you desperately fucked yourself on her thigh…

You fell apart in minutes.

Your body spasming and collapsing on top of Phasma.

“Thank you mommy…” you mumbled.

Phasma chuckled and rolled her eyes, “If you ever call me that when it’s outside this scenario, I will kill you myself slowly and painfully.”

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[kylowanderer]

My “Cinderreylla” (Rey + Cinderella 2015) cosplay from Star wars Celebration 2023. A bit slow but finally got to share these aswell! Many thanks to the kind con people for sending me photos!!

#rey #reylo au #reylo #reylo cosplay. #rey of jakku #kylo #kylo ren #kylo x rey #ben solo #ben x rey #reyloau #bensolo #daisy ridley #adam driver #star wars sequel fic #cinderella. #cinderella2015 #swc2023 #star wars celebration

[enviedear]

nervous neighbor ⟶ ben solo

description ⌙ you're back at home from university, living with your parents for the summer because it's cheaper than trying to pay for an apartment while on a student's salary. but after you meet the new neighbor's son, ben solo, you're not so sure it's worth it.

pairing ⌙ neighbor!ben solo x f!reader

warnings ⌙ inebriated reader & ben, they're smoking weed and being petty together, mean!ben because when do i not make him a bit mean, ben jokingly attempts to solicit reader, reader has a blatant sort of fascination with ben, ben has severe blatant yearning for reader, reader is described to need a belt to wear ben's pants (don't question me it comes up), some high kisses (they're so fun oops), somewhat getting caught, tiny little bitty cliffhanger, ben's personality is totally based off this brent faiyaz song lmao

word count ⌙ 3.5k

— request (frl especially for ben/kylo) | masterlist

i love the idea of neighbor!ben so ofc i had to put my thoughts into a little fic! if anyone is interested... i wouldn't be mad at making this a series. i love neighbor!ben!

the sun is low in the sky, casting a warm and appreciated golden glow on the world around you. you revel in the sanctity of the suburban environment as you step outside your front door. the rays burn into your exposed shoulders, spaghetti straps lightly digging into the skin.

the fragrant scent of freshly cut grass hangs heavy in the air, leaving an earthy flavor in your mouth. you pull at the hem of your shorts, feeling the soft fabric brush against your exposed thighs as you make your way to the black mailbox straight ahead.

you flip through bills and junk mail, all in your parent's name for a minute before you hear the unmistakable rev of a car engine approaching. the engine seems to purr the closer it gets, and you're all too familiar with the sound. you feel glued to your spot as it approaches.

soon enough, ben solo's sleek aston martin swerves into his driveway, coming to a stop just a few feet away from his closed garage door. you watch as he gets out of the car, his dark hair falling messily over his forehead, and meets your gaze with his severe brown eyes.

there’s something about the way he looks at you that causes your heart to race. the sensation is unwanted or, at least, you tell yourself it is.

he looks like he always does; clad in dress pants and a pristine button-up, face etched with subtle haughtiness, and pink lips curved into a deliciously heretical grin. the previous sanctity you felt dissipates as his stare beats down on you, hotter and more all-consuming than the sun above.

"neighbor." he anoints, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "how much allowance are mommy and daddy giving you for checking their mail?"

"very funny," you retort, eyes rolling, "maybe they're drawing from the same funds your parents did when they bought you that ridiculous car."

you liked playing this game with ben. where he attempts to seem as if he's got something over you, some unspoken win. as if you're not both twenty-somethings still living with your parents.

he does have an actual retirement plan type job though, so, perhaps, he has you beat in some areas.

he works full-time, a fact you learned after dinner with your parents and his. brought up by your parents so they could dote on him— effectively buttering up han and leia further. the ass-kissing earned the family privileges to their in-ground pool though.

he's pretty prestigious, unfortunately. ben organa-solo, the youngest associate at his legal firm. he apparently had over forty offers of employment before he ever even looked at the bar exam.

he's doing well, sure— but the sheer fact that he still lives with his parents is enough to quell your nuanced jealousy. somewhat.

"my db-nine can never be called ridiculous. do you know the specs on this car?" he taunts, opting to lean against his aforementioned car.

you begin to turn away from him, not willing to go into a conversation regarding his stupidly expensive automobile. you can feel your ears warming as you try to ignore him, but ben is relentless, as usual, "you know, you really should relax a little, i'm only joking, kid.."

"excuse me?" you snap, fronting him again and crossing your arms defensively, "i am plenty relaxed, solo. thank you very much."

in truth, you haven't been relaxed or even casual since the organa-solo's moved in eight months ago. wealthy and recently retired, leia and han are amusing, charming, and almost constantly travelling.

the pair managed to befriend your parents the second they moved in. bringing over a plate of brownies, the duo easily meshed with your parents, making for countless dinners, conversations, and visits between the two homes.

the opposite can be said for ben and you. when you finally met him, a few weeks after his parents moved in, it was because he was yelling at your dog for 'purposely' pissing on one of his tires. since then, you haven't exactly seen eye to eye.

"mhm, of course," he drawls sarcastically, "that's why you're always so wound up,” he’s smirking now, "you ever thought about smoking a joint or something? might help you chill out."

"really?" you scoff, raising an eyebrow, "that's your solution? drugs?" you choose to ignore his quip about you being tightly wound. as if he's not— you've seen him after work, he always looks tense, shoulders tight. at the recollection of his job title makes you almost comment on his choice of illegal activity, but you stop yourself.

maybe this was his vice after hours of listening to legal jargon?

"i'm just offering a suggestion. i've got pot and an empty house." his voice is biting, holding his hands up defensively, "take it or leave it, kid."

your mind is wrought with confusion over his words. in the few months you’ve known him, you would have never thought he’d be suggesting what he is.

ben solo, who drives an aston martin, only wears button-ups or suits, and is always willing to make you look or feel idiotic, is trying to convince you to smoke pot with him.

you worry for a brief second if you’re deluded.

you would have never suspected the famed judiciary to unwind in such a way.

no, your first guess would have been whiskey, or maybe something a bit more scandalized and indecent. you try to shake that idea out of your head.

"fine," you blurt it out before you can stop yourself, surprising both you and the arrogant figure in front of you.

"seriously?" ben questions, his eyes widening in apprehension. "you're actually going to do it?"

"yeah, solo," you shrug, drawing out the first word, trying to sound more resolved than you feel, "nothing i haven’t done before."

"okay, cheech," he mutters, grinning wickedly, "let me smoke you out."

you follow him into his house, heart pounding in your chest. you're familiar with the layout— almost identical to your own home, only nicer. everything is nicer.

the air inside is cool and smells faintly of lavender, mixed with something decadent you can’t quite place. glancing around the space, you take it all in. it feels different now that you're alone with ben. less homey and more belly of the beast.

there are windows everywhere, letting in an abundance of natural light despite the evident tint. the furniture is modern and obviously hand-picked though comfortable and no doubt, expensive.

you try to make yourself cozy on the couch, tucking your legs underneath you. ben disappears for a moment and returns with a tray, a red grinder, a lighter, and a baggie of green herbs.

your hands go clammy as you watch him grind it down. you try to wipe them on your pants, hoping he doesn’t notice.

he doesn’t seem to, instead beginning to roll a joint, packing the herb down with his thumb. his movements, precise and hypnotic. he's defiling all previous conclusions you had of him. he’s sure, magnetic, and undeniably confusing.

“ready?” he asks, holding the rolled paper out to you. you nod, and he lights up the twisted end, inhaling deeply before passing it over to you.

you place the joint to your lips, feeling the warmth of the light spark grazing your fingers. the earthy plant kindles with a soft crackle, and you inhale deeply. smoke fills your lungs, coiling inside you.

the cloudy smoke immediately hits your entire sinus system, choking you on its descent down.

you cough and ben laughs, “shit, take it slow, kid.” he huffs, before handing you a tepid water bottle, no question he figured you'd wind up coughing a lung.

you drink gratefully, feeling the water cleanse your burning throat. you look at ben, who’s watching you intently.

your eyes are watery and slightly hazy, but ben has never look better. eyes red and low, posture easy with one arm behind his head, and faint pink flush.

“what?” you ask, self-conscious. the room seems to swirl around as ben sits beside you, close enough that you can feel the heat of his body.

"nothing, neighbor," his stare is mocking, "do you feel relaxed yet?" he asks with a smirk.

you give him a meager thumbs-up, suddenly lightheaded and giggly. your thoughts are wondering to ben's pretty lips, but your mouth remains whetted and silent. adorning thoughts remaining within your capricious mind.

the tension in your body melts away, and you lean back against the couch cushions, letting out a deep sigh. ben's hand brushes against yours to steal the joint away, and you feel the heat of his touch all the way to your toes. it's as if the world has narrowed down to just the two of you, and nothing else exists.

“are you cold?” he asks, taking a drag, dress shirt sleeves rolled up, leaving his arms on full display.

you look at him, bewildered for a second, and he continues with an eye roll, “you’re shivering.”

looking down at your body, you note that you indeed are. either from the weed or the proximity you have to your novel neighbor.

with a gentle breath, you reply, “i guess.”

he holds the joint with his lips as he stands to look down at you, “c’mon i’ve got blankets in my room.”

you look up at him, unsure of what to say, but find yourself bobbing in agreement. you follow him upstairs, the both of you languid in reaching the destination. when you do finally get to his room, you note the array of muted jewel tones and dim light, different than the rest of the house.

ben keeps his blinds partially closed and curtains that mostly fall in front of them. his bed is huge, pristine white sheets and an inviting navy bedspread.

you watch as he pulls out a thick woolen blanket from his closet and spreads it over your shoulders. you feel the weight of it settle over you, cocooning you in warmth.

"better?" he asks, voice low.

you nod again, feeling the hazy ardor of the drug swimming through your body. everything feels fuzzy, and for the first time you don't feel so out of place with ben.

he takes a seat beside you on his all too comfortable bed, the aroma of his pomelo-scented cologne filling your senses. you discern it's probably dangerous in some way to be alone with ben like this, but you can't seem to bring yourself to care or reason why.

you let yourself peer into his large and expansive open closet. clothes, mostly suits and dress shirts, hang neatly on identical black hangars. he's tidy. the fact feels unmistakable, and you think you should already know just by the way he carries himself.

ben's voice interrupts your absent mind, "anything you like?"

you look back at him, leaning up against the headboard of his bed, joint billowing smoke from its rested position in his fingers. he looks less severe like this, less perfect, more mortal.

you're certain the drug has taken effect now because when you move to get closer to him, it feels as if you're floating.

you take the joint from him, stealing another hit before replying, "you just have a lot of suits. i wonder if you own anything besides them. i've never seen you in anything but."

"is this one of your long-winded jokes?" he briefly closes his eyes, but you can see them roll through his lids, "because if so, i'll kick you out. i won't hesitate to send you back to your house, neighbor."

snorting, you take yet another hit of the joint, "i did see something i liked, actually." you confess, your drugged mind deciding to be just a bit genuine.

he hums, "really? i've never seen you in a suit, or anything formal."

the sentence sounds stupid coming out of ben's mouth, but you chalk it up to his tipsy state, "maybe you will. one day."

your reply sounds equally as dumb, but you feel good, and you're actually having a conversation with ben. one that doesn't involve him undermining you or snickering at what you're saying.

"really? wanna try mine on? for practice." ben is smirking, eyes narrow, searing, and bloodshot.

you give him a ditzy look, joint still dangling from your fingers, "whatever, solo."

ben lets out a genuine giggle at that, and in your inebriated state, you smile at the sound. his dimples are on full display as he leans further into his cushioned headboard, eyes glazed and focused purely at you, "i'll pay, if you do."

his face is gentle, almost winsome, but the words that tumble out of his mouth sound murky— riddled with a slight hint of hunger. for what exactly? you're not sure.

your lips contort into a frown before you reply, "you'll pay me to put on your clothes? god, ben how much did you smoke?"

you mean for your words to come off as a joke, easy and light. instead, it comes out as timid and shy. you'd normally feel a tinge of embarrassment but either the drug or ben's starved stare makes the would-be feeling detach from your mind.

"enough." he shrugs, answering your rhetorical question, "i've got five hundred in my wallet right now," he pauses, leaning over to you and grabbing the joint, fingers brushing against yours, "and i want a show."

your mind seems to blank for a second, leaving you to blink your dry, red eyes in front of him. when the small wave of shock subdues, you reply, "i don't know how to give you a show."

ben shakes his head slightly, his eyes still set on yours, “yeah you do. swear it's not hard, kid.”

“says you,” you giggle, “but i’ll try on your clothes. for the money.”

he breathes in, contented, “for the money.”

without much more thought, you rise from his plush bed and make way for the closet. it's big enough to be another room, a stark contrast from your own closet, and it smells of his citrusy cologne merged with the lavender scent throughout the home. you find it comforting.

you look back over your shoulder, ben's watching you intently from his seated position, "what should i start with, solo?"

he hums before replying, "your pick, neighbor. what's mine is yours."

you can't help the dorky smile that graces your lips at his sentiment, even though you know he's being flippant. you hastily turn away from him, hiding your weak-willed reaction.

taking a deep breath, you begin to rummage through his wardrobe. your fingers brush against the luxurious fabric of his suits before settling on a satin black button-up that looks silky smooth to the touch.

you grab it and turn around to face ben, who's now standing and walking towards you, his eyes fixed on the shirt in your hand.

"that's a good choice," he says, his voice low and husky, "you'll look better in it than i do."

you roll your eyes at his comment but can't help the warmth that shoots through your body at his words. you quickly slip it over your cropped tank, eager to see it on.

as you're buttoning it up, you feel his swarthy eyes on you, watching your every move. you can't help but feel giddy with his ardent gaze and your own euphoric state of mind.

as you finish up the last button, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the ornate mirror hung upon one of the closet walls. you look decadent in his pompous shirt.

the feeling of contentment that washes over you is startling.

it's a beautiful cut of fabric, but it's the way it represents the achieved man behind you that has you stalling. you notice ben's breath hitch as he takes in the sight of you.

"i was right. it looks much better on you." he says, his voice rough.

you grin at him, feeling a newfound confidence wash over you, "is that right, solo?" you question, your demeanor one of leisure.

without warning, ben steps forward, right hand coming to rest on your shoulder as he leans down to you, "here," he says, his breath hot against your ear, "you missed the first button."

his fingers dance at your chest, fastening the skipped button. you fight a smile at the act, keening at his rash action. high ben is certainly less sardonic than sober ben, finding a nice middle ground at graceful teasing.

"you pick the pants, and grab a belt so that they'll fit." you smile.

he hums, pulling away and trifling through his clothes. his nimble fingers card through various pairs of slacks, settling on a matching black pair.

he turns on his heels, facing you. he raises his brows, a silent request for you to take the pants. when you do, his hands begin to fumble with his belt.

your eyebrows scrunch in confusion, "what are you doing?"

"i want you to wear this one. just let me play dress up with you, doll." his black locks are falling into his eyes.

you huff out a weak chuckle, focused on his action and new endearment. when the belts slides away from him, you notice the way his slacks droop slightly.

with a curt and nervous smile, you slide up the dark pants, fitting his belt around your hips afterward.

you study yourself in the mirror, opting to tuck the shirt into the pants messily— an attempt to somewhat display your waist.

ben comes up behind you, hands resting on your shoulders, humming into the top of your head, "i quite like you this way. ever thought about getting an office job for me?"

you give him a sarcastic pout, "for you?"

he smiles, canines showing, "yeah, doll, just for me."

you're dizzy at his words, "yeah, then who'd watch my parent's house all day? it's a full-time job being a stay-at-home daughter, you know."

ben groans a bit at your words, "that makes you sound like a little brat, you know." he drawls out the last two words, mocking.

you smirk, facing him now, lips becoming level with his when he leans down to stare into your eyes, "my mom calls me a brat sometimes. she says i'm never going to find someone acting like one," you pause for a beat, "d'you agree, ben?"

at the emphasis of his first name he sighs and lets his hands fall to your waist, "i agree that you're a fuckin' brat," he cranes his head closer, breath brushing against your lips, "but i don't think i mind very much."

your eyes flutter against your better judgment, and ben takes an evident note of the fact. his hands tighten at your waist, fingers digging in possessively. you feel a beat of caution before it flies away from your resolution. you press forward just as he does the same, lips meeting in a slow, heady, absolutely exalting kiss.

ben's fingers dig into you, timidly pulling you further into him. you crumble at his touch, hands fisting into his hair as he deepens the kiss further. he tastes of sweet honey and sunlight that fills you with warmth and affection.

you're both weakly fighting for more— an incessant craving for each other that quickly overtakes your common sense. the looming man continues to cast an unbreakable spell with each aching kiss as his gentle hands caress every inch of exposed skin on your body.

you let his hands fumble with the buttons of the borrowed shirt, slowly slipping it away from you. it brushes past your shoulders, and ben breaks the hungry kisses to trail sloppy ones on your exposed neck.

you're lost in the feeling of him— all-consuming. neither one of you willing to be pulled back to reality— but eventually you both have to break away from one another with heavy breaths and flushed cheeks. ben looks down at you with an amused grin on his face before planting a chaste kiss on the top of your head.

you hum and he mutters against you, "you like that? hm?"

"duh," you steal a glance up, "feels s'nice." there's a stupid grin stuck to your face.

"you taste so good, doll," he places a teasing kiss at the dip at the bottom of your neck, "and your lips are so fucking soft."

you give him a questioning look, lips upturned, "really? sounds wild coming from the same man that just called me a brat."

he hums darkly, "you being a brat," he places another kiss to your exposed neck, "just makes this little game of ours more interesting," one of his hands lifts your chin, pulling you closer, "c'mere, kid."

his lips are back on yours, less languid and with much more fervor. you feel so full in his arms. divinely entangled in the coveted luxury of ben organa-solo.

suddenly, you hear commotion from downstairs, drugged mind abruptly anxious.

"what's that?" your voice is barely above a whisper.

ben growls, "fuck— i'm sorry doll, i think my parents are home." you catch the faint flush on his cheeks.

you bite your lip, concerned, "but... i'm high. and wearing your clothes."

ben is about to say something else when the deep baritone of han solo's voice booms from behind his closed bedroom door, "come on out, son. the neighbor's are over for dinner. their daughter should be here soon," han's voice drops a bit, "and try to ease up on the flirting this time, okay?"

you stifle an uninhibited giggle, earning a glare from ben.

"yeah, sure. just let me get out of my work clothes," he peers down at you, eyes wicked, "don't want them to think it's all i own."

your eyes widen at his subtle dig, and he seems to revel in your amusement.

han grumbles something back before leaving. your breathing is erratic for a good few seconds. ben's hands remain on you, gentle grin on his lips.

"you heard the man. dinner." his voice is low, and you fight the urge to pull him into another kiss. the thought of more than kissing weighing heavily on your stoned mind.

your reply knocks the smile off of his face, "how are you going to explain the fact i'm already with you and high off my ass?"

he groans, head falling into the crook of your neck, "shit."

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[batshitbimbo]

▬❝ crush? ❞

summary: one moment he was just some pilot and the next he was your Poe, ⟶ {Poe Dameron x f!reader}

warnings: minor alcohol consumption, injury mention

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You weren’t quite sure when exactly it had happened but you did know that Poe Dameron was paying you more attention than ever before. One day you’d barely interacted with him and the next you seemed to be seeing him everywhere. 

As one of the resistance’s assistant strategists you didn’t officially have that much to do with Poe. The two of you had been in meetings together, you’d run a few errands for your superiors that had involved delivering something to him, once he’d come directly to you to ask your opinion on a plan he had, but aside from that your paths didn’t cross. And then they did. 

All of a sudden he was greeting you as he passed your office - somewhere so far away from anywhere he’d need to be it was ridiculous. Then he was bumping into you in the hallways with an ‘extra’ cup of coffee that just happened to be exactly how you liked it. And soon you were one of his friends. A feat you had nothing to do with and yet still managed to make a few of your peers jealous. It wasn’t as if you’d done anything, or at least nothing you could remember.

Sitting at the end of one of the long tables, you listened to a fellow strategist, Makaki, tell you about their nightmare bunkmate. “And I mean, she leaves her clothes everywhere. She might as well have been assigned my bunk too because her shit is always over it,” they complained.

“I swear, some people have no basic respect for others,” you agreed, “the first bunkmate I ever had thought it would be great to grow a kind of fast-growing sprout from Dagobah. We had to spray our room with toxins and quarantine for a week.”

“Y/N. Y/N!” Poe called from across the mess hall. You looked up to see the pilot strutting towards you. One of his arms was slung over Finn and had a very-full tray of food propped against his hip. They were upon you in a moment.

“Hey, guys. What can I do for you?” you asked, looking between the two of them.

Poe dropped his tray down next to yours and wormed his way onto the very end of the bench prompting you to scootch yourself and your own tray down a bit. You couldn’t tell if he simply didn’t notice his sudden takeover of your spot or simply didn’t care. Either way, it didn’t matter much because he was immediately into an enthusiastic ramble.

“Finn and I were just discussing whether droids are alive or not,” he said, turning a bit in his seat to face you, his knee moving to rest against yours under the table, “And since you’re a delightfully insightful person I thought you might help us out here. See, I say they are alive but he disagrees.”

Finn slid in next to Makaki across the table with a small ‘thanks’. Sharply contrasting Poe’s full immersion in the topic, he didn’t seem to care all that much. “They’ve been programmed and made by a person, I just don’t think that can be classed as alive,” he said, spooning a mouthful of stew into his face.

“We were all technically made and programmed. The only difference between us and droids is that our programming is genetic,” Poe continued, gesturing fervently, “You’re telling me that with all of his jokes and zest, you seriously don’t think BB-8 is alive?”

“It’s artificial intelligence,” Finn said, “I don’t doubt BB’s personality nor the fact that he has feelings, but that doesn’t make him alive like we are.”

Poe grit his teeth, shaking his head lightly as he looked at Finn incredulously. “Doesn’t it? Define alive, hmm?” He turns to you. “C’mon, you agree with me, right, Y/N?”

“Well, uh, I don’t know,” you admitted, pushing around the beans on your plate with your fork, “I don’t know if alive is the right word but I think some droids are beyond artificial intelligence. The emotional connections droids form with people doesn’t exactly fit that term, don’t you think?”

“Exactly! Thank you!” Poe exclaims, slapping a hand on your shoulder, “Someone of intelligence.” 

“Have you asked BB-8 what he thinks yet?” You asked.

“Not yet,” Poe said. He reached for his water and took a sip before continuing. “I don’t wanna hurt his feelings.” You laughed. Of course he didn’t. If there was anything that would remain indisputable about Poe it was his adoration of that little astromech unit. 

“What were you two talking about anyway?’ he asked, “Any fresh base gossip?”

“Just shitty bunkmates,” Makaki said with a shrug. They didn’t seem particularly phased by the sudden invasion of your conversation.

“Hmm, I feel that,” Finn said, his tray already half-empty, “I haven’t been here that long and I’ve already gone through about three.”

“Well, maybe you’re the shitty bunkmate in the equation,” Poe suggested, buttering his roll and ripping a hunk off with his teeth, “Ever thought of that?”

“You’re only saying that ‘cause I got rid of you in a week,” Finn replied.

“Oh. Oh, am I just? Well for your information I was at my breaking point with you too.”

Finn snorted. “The problem with that one is that he needs constant attention,” he said to you and Makaki.

Poe rolled his eyes and took another sip of his drink. “Whatever you say, Finn, whatever you say.”

“Hey, you can’t be any worse than the guy I had that would sit and watch me work. No talking, no movement, just sitting there. That was just creepy,” you said, shivering as you remembered.

“Everyone’s got their thing, right?” Makaki joked.

“What’s your thing then, Y/N?” Poe inquired, “Your red flag, per say.”

You had to think about that for a moment. 

“I like to stay up late. Reading, working, anything really. I do my best to keep light as minimal as possible of course but there’s always something on so I can see. Haven’t had any direct complaints yet but I figure it’s gotta be a little annoying.”

Poe nodded slightly, full attention on you. “Interesting,” he remarked plainly.

“Is it?" you asked, chuckling awkwardly.

You noticed he often did things like that, including you in what felt like mostly meaningless discussions or going out of his way to have a conversation with you. He never did it alone though you realised. He might invite himself into your space, or the opposite, but he’d always bring Finn or Rey or even C3-PO once. 

You began to pick up on the little things about him. How he hated maintaining the paint on his ship despite his love for keeping her in tip-top shape. How he would much rather be in a freezing wet forest than a boiling desert. You could tell he was doing the same and no matter how dull or mundane you thought a detail about your life was he acted as though it was fascinating. You couldn’t tell if you should be flattered or if all of that going in circles in his X-Wing had done something to his brain.

It wasn’t that you had a problem with this new friendship, Poe was a total babe, but some part of you couldn’t help but doubt the sincerity of it. He had such a wondrous presence that you felt almost undeserving of it. Everyone was drawn to Poe, he was utterly magnetic and yet you weren’t sure you’d ever gone out of your way to have a conversation with him. There was no need to since he kept appearing around you though.

It was reasonably late one evening when you finished your day’s tasks and decided to get some supper. After picking up a Corellian pear along with a knife to cut it with, and a bottle of water you turned to the mostly empty mess hall. You would’ve just gone back to your room but the sight of an uncharacteristically tired looking commander caught your eye. One of about ten people in the room, Poe sat at the table furthest away from the food stations. He had a bowl of stew or soup or something in front of him and was engrossed in reading the book he had propped up in his hand.

You hesitated for a moment before heading towards him. It wasn’t until you were stepping into the seat opposite him that he noticed you.

“Hey,” you said with a small smile.

“Hi,” he replied.

“Oh, no you don’t have to stop,” you said as he went to put the bookmark in his book, “I just thought it'd be better to come sit with you than be alone in my quarters.”

He moved the book aside anyway and picked up his spoon again. “Wow, I’m honoured,” he teased. If he’d looked drained from afar, he looked positively exhausted up close. His whole demeanour was subdued and the energy he gave off was diluted. 

“As you should be,” you joked, cutting a slice off the pear and holding it up to your lips, “Long day?”

He sighed with his entire body, the light chuckle following unable to disguise his fatigue. “The longest. Black Squadron and I were doing general maintenance to get ready for the scouting mission when Sammant’s blaster cannon malfunctioned and boom.” He mimed an explosion and made a little phoosf noise. 

“Ah shit,” you said sympathetically, “Is everyone okay?”

“Sammant took the brunt of it. He and Dev are in med with first degree burns. They’ll be fine by the time we’re set to leave next week but y’know.” He had a spoonful of soup before asking, “Why don’t you tell me about your day?”

“Not much to say,” you admitted, “We looked over all of the latest known movements of the First Order to try and figure out their next moves, just seems like they’re still trying to get more corrupt governing bodies on their side.”

“They having much luck?”

“Do you really wanna know?” you asked. 

“Not really, no,” he said honestly. 

A healthy pause in conversation fell between the two of you as he continued to eat his soup - the occasional slurp making you smile - and you slowly whittled away at your pear, the soft crunching of you chewing keeping silence from settling. It was nice; sitting there with him. There was no pressure. It made for a nice change from the regular urgency of your lives. 

Once you’d finished eating you reached for your water. You frowned, struggling to twist off the cap. Before you could try again Poe wordlessly reached across the table and took it from you. He unscrewed it with ease, returned it, and went right back to eating. After uttering a soft ‘thank you’, you couldn’t help but stare at him as you took a sip of your water. 

When he looked up again, you noticed how his Adam's apple bobbed when he locked eyes with you. It made your stomach twist.

“It’s never just us is it,” you began, “Alone, I mean. We’re always around other people.”

“Yeah,” he said thoughtfully, “I hadn’t really thought about it before.” He didn’t ever look away, not even as he stirred the last bit of his soup lazily.

“Yeah, I just… thought that was interesting.” Your throat felt tight and you knew you were gripping your water too firmly. Something about the way he held your gaze made you feel small.

“‘You saying you’d like us to be alone more?” His tone toed the line between a playful jest and a hopeful question. 

“No,” you replied quickly, “Well, not ‘no’. It’s just- it was an observation.”

“Okay.” He shrugged, seemingly content with your answer, and went back to eating his soup. 

Apart from that night you hadn’t spent any more time alone together and you found yourself a little disappointed. You still saw him everyday he was on-planet. That brief moment of utter exhaustion you’d found him in hadn't been repeated which you were glad for. 

However, from that moment on there was a tiny shift in your friendship, nothing you could point out or name but it had changed. Poe was softer. Not in the way he spoke or how he acted or anything like that. No, it was his eyes. Something was different in how he looked at you. You didn't know how else to describe it other than intimate. It made you feel a bit warm.

A couple of months had passed when you found yourself in the thick of a local celebration. Sensing how low overall base morale had been recently, General Organa had authorised a trip for any interested to the closest city where a lights festival was being held.

You pushed your way through the crowds towards the bar Rey had told you she’d be at. Above the throng of heads, you spotted the brilliant neon sign, “Baipipe’s Best”. Entering the establishment you were pleasantly surprised to see it emptier than expected. There were a few empty stools at the bar as well as a few empty tables. 

It didn’t take you long to find the people you were looking for. In the far corner of the room you saw they’d pulled a few of the square tables together by a long booth seat to fit everyone. From a distance the sight of them made you grin, eleven of your closest friends and coworkers crowding together laughing and having a good time. You couldn’t recall the last time you’d seen them all so happy.

After getting a drink from the bar you walked over. Rey, Finn, Makaki, and three guys from the Black Squadron, Lin, Kray and Adan, sat in chairs with their backs to you while another strategist, Annlos, sat beside Dev, Sammant, a relatively new member of the resistance, Vexdall, and finally Poe at the booth. 

“Hey, Y/N!” Annlos greeted, prompting the rest of the group to see you and call out a mix of ‘hello’ ‘hi’ and ‘sup’ with a noticeably last, “hey” from Poe. 

With his arms resting across the back of the booth, legs stretching out beneath the table, he looked… lean. When you’d first walked in it had been nice to see everyone in their preferred clothes but up close your stomach felt like lead at the sight of Poe’s rolled up sleeves and very open collar. Not to mention the chain and ring around his neck was visible for once.

“Sit here,” Poe said as he watched you reach for a nearby chair. He shuffled down a bit, opening up space for you. It wasn’t as if you could refuse so you gave him a small smile before plopping down beside him. He’d taken it off when he’d moved down, but once you were seated he replaced his arm on the back of the seat so that it was behind you. He turned his head to look at you. “Hey,” he said as you sipped your drink, “You look nice.”

“Thanks,” you said, not quite understanding how a simple tank top and pants looked nice, “Your hair looks good.”

“Thank you,” he replied with a grin, “I washed it.” You laughed, shifting to get more comfortable and unintentionally getting closer to him.

“Y/N, did you see the fireworks earlier?” Adan, asked from across the table. The two of you shared a homeworld, Chandrila, so despite your lack of common ground elsewhere you had a sense of understanding for one another.

“Yeah, they were really beautiful,” you replied, “Did you see the one that looked like an opee sea killer?”

“An opee what now?” Poe asked before Adan could reply. 

“It’s a giant fish on Naboo,” Adan explained, “Y/N and I saw one once.”

“They’re terrifying,” you added, shivering at the memory.

“You guys went to Naboo together?” Poe asked, looking at you with a slight frown.

You hummed in confirmation. “Yeah. A couple of years ago. One of my only non-strategist missions,” you said, “There was an ex-imperial Chandrilan informant there and General Organa figured she’d respond better to people from her homeworld. Which she did, thank the Maker.”

“Wow. Look at you being more than a nerd,” Poe said, putting his hand on your shoulder and squeezing playful, “Then again who wouldn’t listen to you, hmm?”

He didn’t move his hand when the conversation shifted to everyone’s favourite planet, and at some point during Dev’s speel on why Coruscant wasn’t just a polluted shithole, Poe started to trace small circles onto your bare shoulder. You were having trouble focusing on what anyone was saying. You chalked up the blossoming warmth in your throat to be the effects of the drink you’d just finished.

“Okay, okay!” Makaki said, the volume of their tone telling you they’d had a few drinks already, “When this is all over, when the First Order is just a name, what is everyone gonna do?”

“I think I’d like to travel for a long time,” Finn said, “Just going from place to place. Experiencing everything.” Rey hummed in agreement beside him.

“I’d like to be a famous performer,” Vexdall said, surprising all of you. He didn’t add anything else nor specify what kind of performer but it was nice to think about. 

Poe sat up straighter in his seat as he answered, “I’m gonna retire as a legendary war-hero, settle down, become some small town’s big name.”

“BB-8 coming with you?” you asked, grinning.

“Of course. What kind of life would it be without him?” he said like it wasn’t even an option to not have the droid around, “What are you gonna do, hmm, sweetheart?”

“Well, I uh…” You’d had an answer but the pet name momentarily stumped you. Blinking a couple of times, you regained your composure. “I always figured I’d get away from it all, help people on a smaller scale. Maybe be a teacher or something.”

“You should come to my little town,” Poe suggested, stroking the top of your shoulder with his thumb, “I’ll use the impressive wealth I’ll have amassed via my heroism to build you a little school.” The way he grinned at you made your stomach flutter. Maker, every single thing he had said to you tonight had made you feel a tad lightheaded. It wasn’t like he was doing anything different. Sure, he was a little more physically affectionate and when he talked to you his eyes seemed to deepen and he’d just invited you to share in his future but that wasn’t anything.

“Should we go and watch the rest of the light show before heading back?” Adan suggested.

“Sure,” you said, “I’ll probably get separated from the group given how big the crowds are though.”

“You can hold my hand if you like,” Poe said, his whole head turned sideways, looking at you with dark eyes. You swore you could’ve drowned in them.

“Okay.” You felt like a little mouse with how quiet that’d been.

The rest of the night blew by, the remainder of the light show shaping up to be one of the top ten most beautiful things you’d ever seen. Even though the crowds had grown since you’d last been in the mix, you faced no threat of getting lost which was nice but also meant you hadn’t taken up Poe on his offer. Despite that, he still stayed fixed to your side the entire time your jaw was hanging open as you took in the spectacle. You pulled your eyes away from the sky a few times to look at him. Watching the lights reflected in his dark irises was almost more beautiful than the real thing. 

It was the experience of a lifetime.

A few weeks passed by and you were busier than ever before. The sheer amount of stuff going on had you performing yours and others’ duties to keep the base functional. You’d barely had a minute for yourself let alone any to spare for your friends and it was getting to you. You felt a bit lonely.

It was nearly eleven at night as you sat at your desk. Your bunkmate was off-planet for a while so you didn’t have to feel too badly about still being awake. With about a third of a pile of paperwork left you figured you’d only be there another hour or so. It would be so easy to turn off your light and just crawl into bed but if you didn’t finish everything tonight you’d be stupidly behind tomorrow. Pulling the next piece of First Order transmission over, you felt that your brain was going to melt the moment you tried to decode it. 

A light knock at your door made you turn. You weren’t quite sure if you were just imagining a distraction or not so you stared at it for a moment longer. A second knock. Now that it was real you got up and hit the button on the wall to open it. 

Poe leant against your doorframe and grinned when he saw you standing there. You should’ve frowned at him being up this late but the desperate lack of interaction you’d had recently made you forget that.

“What can I do for you, Commander?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“Just came to say hi. Can I come in?”

You stepped to the side and he wasted no time moving in past you. Hitting the button again, the door slid closed after you.

“Why the hell are you working?” he asked, standing over your desk as you fell back into your chair, “It’s late. You should be asleep.”

“I could say the same for you,” you replied, “and you wouldn’t have popped in if you didn’t think I’d be awake.”

“Wouldn’t I have?” he said cheekily, moving to sit on your bunk behind you, “Maybe I stopped by hoping to catch you fresh from sleep.”

You snorted. “Oh, sure. What reason would you do that for, though?”

“I figure you gotta be extra cute just after waking up,” he said thoughtfully. You had to fight the urge to whip around and look at him as goosebumps popped up across your skin. “I’ll have to test that hypothesis another time.”

“Mhmm,” you hummed, thankful you weren’t facing him so he couldn’t see how flustered you were.

“What are you working on anyway?” You heard him climb out of the bunk and grab the second chair in the room to pull up near you. 

“Decoding.” Turning, you found him behind you to the left peering over your shoulder. 

He frowned lightly. “Since when do strategists decode? Don’t we have decoders for that?” he asked, reaching out to look at the paper in front of you. You watched as his eyes flitted across it, the curve in his brows steepening as he went. 

“Yeah, but most of them are in med. They all got food poisoning.”

He grimaced. Dropping the paper back to your desk he shifted his attention to your face. “You shouldn’t be working this late.” It wasn’t a disapproving remark from a friend so much as an order from a commander. 

“If I don’t finish this tonight I’ll be up even later tomorrow.”

“This is too much work for one person,” he said, putting a hand on your arm. Maker, every time he did that you wanted to fold into him completely. 

“I know.” It came out a whisper. When he’d said it aloud you couldn’t escape how exhausted you were. This moment reminded you a little of that time you’d found him sitting alone.

“Take a break with me,” he said, caressing your arm with his knuckles. Staring into his eyes, you softened.

Oh, Maker, those eyes. Everything in them made you ache for something you couldn’t name. There was a beautiful sincerity in his eyes that told you to trust him and part of you feared you’d jump off a cliff if he asked you to with those eyes.

“I can’t,” you said, hating yourself for it, “If I do, I’ll just go right to sleep.”

“I see no problem with that.”

“Why'd you come see me?” you asked.

“I miss you.”

“Really?” you said, chuckling lightly in disbelief, not quite willing to comprehend the gravity of that confession.

“Yeah,” he said. Gripping the edge of his chair, he scooted closer to you. “Do you miss me?” The eagerness and anticipation in him were clear.

You turned your whole body towards him, slotting one of your knees between his. He gave off the energy of a man teetering on a precipice without any fear of falling. Something about that scared you.

“‘Course I did,” you said, “These last few weeks without you have been incredibly dull.”

“Is it wrong of me to be happy that someone else isn’t spicing things up for you?” he asked, a grin twisting onto his face as he grabbed your knee playfully.

You swatted him softly in the chest with the back of your hand. “A bit, yeah. You wouldn’t be happy for me if there was?” you asked.

“I’m far too selfish for that,” he said, shaking his head, “I’d probably sulk for a while. Maybe even throw a tantrum.” You put a hand to your chest in fake gratitude. He leaned forward in his seat. If he got any closer you’d go cross-eyed looking him in the eyes. 

“Guess I’m stuck with you,” you breathed, trust in your ability to speak wavering.

“Only if you want to be,” he said. 

With gentleness beyond your imagination he reached up and cupped your face. It was slow and careful and clearly gave you time to pull away if you weren’t comfortable. You didn’t move. 

Caressing your cheekbones with his thumbs, Poe tipped your head up ever so slightly. His eyes flitted downwards to your lips for a moment. Your heart might’ve stopped then and there and you’d have been none the wiser.

And then he leaned in and kissed you and your entire life flashed before your eyes.

What in the galaxy could you have done to earn this moment? His lips were tender and sweet and practised. The way he cupped your face made you feel like the most adored being in the galaxy. He seemed to be holding you like letting go would mean losing you forever. You could taste the slight greed on his lips as he kissed you and behind the softness of him you could feel how he wanted to envelope you so completely. He was terrifyingly all-in. 

At first you couldn’t think to kiss back. Too drunk on this new feeling to register you were just sitting there, eyes shut. When Poe started to pull back you realised that he probably thought you weren’t into it and the sudden, overwhelming desperation to not part from him took over and you moved forward and kissed back with as much affection as you could muster. His shoulders dropped some of their tension at your participation.

You grasped at his collar. In the time you’d known him, Poe had always been up close and personal, a knee brushing yours, a hand on your arm. But now, with him closer than even it wasn’t close enough. You wanted to be suffocated by him - smothered. Perhaps he was psychic because he dropped a hand from your face and pulled you into his lap. Rather awkwardly that being said, one thick palm under your thigh, he dragged you forward clumsily off your chair so you were straddling him in his.

“I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you,” he breathed into your lips, snaking his arm around your waist to hold you flush to his chest. Had you not been focused on how warm and comforting he was, you would’ve understood the depth of his words.

“Uh huh,” you mumbled unthinkingly, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck, every bit of distance between the two of you a sin. You could feel him smile into your lips as you scratched your nails into his hair. He was wonderfully present holding you like this, fully invested, fully immersed in you.

Being loved by Poe was like being loved by the very stars themselves. He was a miracle and to be held by him was to be blessed. In the vastness of the galaxy and the millions of wondrous things you’d witnessed there was something so fulfilling about this moment.

“You're so pretty,” he began in a breath between the heavy kisses he was pulling from your lips, voice delightfully hoarse, "’I ever tell you how pretty you are?”

“No," you mumbled into him. Threading your fingers into his hair, you eagerly swallowed the sigh he released.

"Well you are." He started to trace circles into your back, the familiar circles you'd spent more than one night thinking about. "You're fucking stunning."

Till now you hadn't realised just what you'd been missing in your life but being worshipped by Poe Dameron made you keenly aware as it filled that gap in your soul. "You're gorgeous, Poe," you whispered, speaking quickly so as to do so without ceasing to kiss him, "Every single piece of you."

He melted in your arms a bit. "You're never getting rid of me now." It was so soft and sigh-like, his voice perfectly illustrating how sincere he was.

Another kiss. "Good."

If it had been late at night when you'd first heard him knock it you figured it might be early morning when the kiss finally cooled. You were sitting in his lap, faces apart, staring down into his eyes, playing with his hair as he held your hips in each palm. You'd never noticed them before but looking at them now, the slight creases in the corners of his eyes - smile wrinkles you'd determined - made you feel all warm and fluttery. There was so much detail to him that you were delighted to discover, a smouldering curiosity with no urgency to it. It settled in you that you'd have more moments like this now, that you had all the time in the world to notice everything about him.

"You should go to bed," he said, gazing up at you like one would look at a natural wonder. The ache of exhaustion in your bones hadn't left but with Poe holding you like this it felt less heavy.

"Probably," you replied, "that would require getting up though, and I'm perfectly happy where I am."

His chuckle made you smile. "Not necessarily."

You felt him shift beneath you slightly before his hands moved to the underside of your thighs and he lifted you with him as he got to his feet. With your limbs wrapped around him and him supporting your weight, he kissed you again. This one wasn't anything more than a peck but it felt like a promise.

Turning carefully, he moved to lower you into your bunk - ducking to not bump his head.

"There we go," he said softly once you were safely on top of your covers, head resting on the pillow. He reached up and brushed a hand across your cheek. "All safe and sound." He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

He started to pull back, unhooking his arms from you as your legs dropped from him. 

"Aren't you staying?" you asked, suddenly distressed by the fact he was intending to leave you in your cold bed, robbed of his warmth.

"Do you want me to?" he asked, vaguely surprised by the question.

"Yes." It may well have been the easiest 'yes' of your life. There was no decision to make, it was just what was happening.

He seemed to consider your expression for a long moment before replying, "Okay." You hummed at his agreement. "Lemme take my boots off first, baby."

You supposed when he called you that you could allow him to remove his shoes. He did move out of your grip which made you grumble a little. Moving your legs to make room, he perched on the edge of the bunk and pulled his shoes off. He shed his jacket and belt as well.

And then he was crawling back into your welcoming arms. "You sure this is alright?" he asked, hovering over you, propped up by the elbows, "I don't wanna be here unless you want me to be."

"More than alright." Running your hands up and down his arms, you willed him to relax atop you. And he did, and it was bliss. He was heavy, heavy enough that you had to slightly reconfigure your breathing but as he wrapped his arms around you, his face pressed into your neck you felt more at peace than ever. The weight of him was delicious, you decided. You held true about wanting to be smothered by him. Never before had you felt so desired in such an intimate way.

"Just to be clear," he said, lifting his head up to rub his nose against your cheek before kissing it, "you're into me too, right?"

You felt a little bad but you couldn't help but laugh. "Yes. Very."

He hummed low in his throat and you shivered slightly. "Are you saying you have a crush on me, baby? Is that what you're saying?" he teased.

"Yeah. I'm down bad," you said, moving your hands up and under his shirt so your palm was flat on his warm back. You suddenly recalled the word that he'd uttered against your lips earlier and you seized up a little. 

"Are you really in love with me?" you whispered. 

The silence that followed your question was haunting.

"Yeah," he replied finally, all of the light teasing replaced by truth, "is that okay?"

It was your turn to be silent. "Yeah," you whispered, "I think I might be in love with you too but I haven't thought enough about it to be sure."

"That's okay," he said with a small smile. Every square inch of you ached for him and you weren’t sure you’d ever recover from how tender he was. You had him in your arms and would undoubtedly have him there again but you felt that every moment from now until you died that you did not have him near, you would miss him. You’d never really been selfish or greedy before but with one taste of Poe Dameron you feared you might become quite unbearably depraved. 

"Good night, Poe,” you said, wrapping your arms around him a little tighter as you kissed his forehead. He snuggled in a bit more, sighed into your neck and pressed a kiss to your jaw.

“Sleep well, sweetheart.”

a/n: I was highkey blushing as I wrote this, this man is just hhhhhhhhhh, i love him I LOVE HIM - this was originally meant to be some headcanons and then just a lil drabble and then a small oneshot and now it's the longest solo piece I've ever written.

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[rose-red-ink]

And if your life is ever torched

Or if you know the pain I sing

Then will you sing with me this chorus

And we will cut through people's hearts and free them

- The Flight of Kings by The Classic Crime

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[sithlordsae]

& my warrior.

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[demontonic]

Hi! If you’re still taking requests, may I ask for Kylo Ren asking female reader out on a date? He’s very shy and nervous and not sure she’ll say yes, but she does! He’s a murderous bean but we love him

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Kylo Ren - Would you?

You’d been aquatinted with Kylo for months now, you honestly would have never talked to him by yourself because his entire aura was intimidating. Both of you were friends of a friend whom you had told you found the brooding man insanely attractive and well, she took that as an invitation to take matters into her own hands. You couldn’t have expected anything else honestly she was just confident in friend making skills and after meeting him so were you. Though it seemed like a cheesy college rom com at this point you didn’t mind, especially with the way he looked at you. His eyes alone held so much of his emotion, for the most part he remained monotone and unbothered but eyes dont lie. Sometimes his fleeting glances made your heart flutter, and sometimes it made your entire body tense. Those brown eyes could be void of emotion, or full of enchantment gleaming with admiration. That’s all it was, he admired you for your beauty, charisma, even the way you viewed life itself, he was completely enamored of you. So today while you sat in the library studying for your semester finals, you were aware of every stolen glance. His every movement down to the way his fingers picked at the table, you knew he was ridden with anxiety.

“If you keep fidgeting like that I’m scared you’ll start vibrating in your seat.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to distract you.”

“If anything you’re keeping me company, especially since you stopped taking notes ten minutes ago.”

“Right, I guess my mind is somewhere else today.”

“Sharing is caring, what’s got you so bothered?”

What bothered him? What didnt bother him would be a shorter list, he was a walking ball of anxiety despite his cold demeanor. Not in the way that had him scared to talk to people, but in the sense he had no idea what he was soing with his life. He felt like his purpose was so unclear, like he was meant for something huge but also nothing at the same time. His mother was kind, brave, and hard working wheras his father was brute, carefree, and aggravating. Such combination in one household had caused him to lose sight of what he wanted because he wanted them to be proud of him. It was difficult taking into account the vast differences between them, it’s not like they were any less in love but it made his aspirations muddy. When he met you however it was like he had certain purposs, suddenly he stopped waiting for the praise to leave the mouth of his parents and started looking to you. Why he hadn’t quite understood until a week ago, you sat infront of the window while it was raining. The library was closing in an hour so the lights had dimmed, you were reading a book for your class and drinking some sort of tea. There was the answer, he could see himself spending nights with you just soaking in each others presence, enjoying the silence and peace between you two. It’d been there the entire time, you had barely spent time apart since you started talking, you just melded together so effortlessly. His heart was set but he didn’t know how to convey such intense feelings, he couldn’t possibly expect you to reciprocate his feelings but he could hope. Would you laugh? Would you push him away? Would you leave him?

“Would you stay… with me?”

“What?”

“Would-… if I told you something, despite what it is would you stay?”

“Of course Kylo, you can trust me.”

Hearts pounded in their cages, eyes locking with one another as time seemed to slow as the words formed on his tongue. Breathing slowed as your skin ran cold, the anticipation was suffocating as you waited for his confession.

“I love you.”

Relief washed over the both of you as his secret had been revealed and your feelings towards him were validated.

“I love you too.”

A smile, shared by the both of you, basking in the purity of the moment.

“Does that mean you’ll go on a date with me?”

“I’d say we’ve been on study dates for months, of course I will.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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[nonhumanhottie]

And, lover, be good to me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘No one is stopping you.’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

‘Like I just kissed a beautiful guy.’

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

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

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

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

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[imaginesfordifferentfandoms]

Safe Place

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Prompts -  'The safe place you created for me, all those years ago, that's where I call home.'

If you were to ask anyone in the galaxy who would be the least likely person to become a dad many people would have said Han Solo, especially if you asked who would be a dad to a baby girl. Han himself would have told anyone who asked that he was in no way equipped to raise a daughter, the idea alone was enough to terrify him, how could he ever raise a girl?

And yet somehow here he was, standing in the medcenter staring down at this beautiful, small baby girl that somehow fit in the palms of his hands. His eyes were watery as he stared down at you, almost like you weren’t real, and he could feel the fear that seemed to run through his whole body but somehow the fear was being drowned out slightly by the absolute and unyielding love he felt for you. 

It was an overwhelming experience, feeling so much love for somebody who had only been alive for a few minutes. To know that he would do anything you wanted, anything you asked without a second thought, to know that he would burn the galaxy down just to keep you safe and you couldn’t even do anything yet, he hated to think just how much you’d get away with once you could speak, once you knew just how much power you held over him, once you knew that you had him wrapped so tightly around your tiny little finger.

How did somebody like him make something as amazing as you?

Of course just because he felt this much love for you, just because he knew he would pull the stars from the sky for you it didn’t mean he was suddenly confident in his ability to raise a daughter, if anything feeling this love for you only made him infinitely more terrified because you deserved the whole galaxy and he didn’t want to mess that up, he didn’t want to ruin you. 

He was out of his depth, give him a blaster and a dangerous situation where the odds of surviving were slim to none and he was fine, he excelled in that. Give him the most precious baby girl in the whole galaxy and see how quickly he would crumble.

The first time he remembered being terrified when it came to you was when you were five years old. An absolute angel who was too curious for her own good, always getting into things you shouldn’t if left unattended for more than ten seconds.

One day Han had left the room to grab you some juice, he had been out of the room for less than fifteen seconds when he came back to see you with his blaster that he knew damn well he had placed out of your reach, how you had managed to get it Han didn’t know and didn’t even stop to question it.

All he felt was fear unlike any he had felt before and his blood turned cold as he ran over to you and snatched the blaster away from you, hating how you looked up at him with wide, watery eyes and a quivering lip. He couldn’t do anything, he felt frozen in fear and just about managed to grit out an order for you to go to your room.

He watched you leave the room with tears sliding down your face but he didn’t move to follow you. Han reached up and rubbed his forehead with his fingers, staring down at the blaster and mentally telling himself to hide the weapons away safely, apparently it wasn’t good enough for them to just be out of your reach now.

He waited five minutes before he left the living room and made his way over to your bedroom. The door was open halfway but he couldn’t hear you in there and felt a pit of guilt in his stomach, hoping he hadn’t scared you when he had snatched the blaster from you but he had been terrified, needing it out of your hands immediately.

If he thought he felt fear when he saw you with a blaster it was nothing compared to the fear that spread through him when he saw your bedroom was empty and that you were nowhere to be found in the house, despite him and Chewie searching the whole place and the grounds. 

Of course the one time you go missing Leia has to be off planet with the damn droid.

It wasn’t until he was doing another sweep of the house, passing by the hangar bay that he had already checked that he heard a noise that caused him to pause. He took a few steps back and stood in the doorway before his eyes landed on the Falcon, the door was closed but that noise had definitely come from inside it.

Dammit, he thought to himself. 

You knew you weren’t allowed on the Falcon by yourself, only if he or Chewie were there to supervise you and you had always followed the rule. No matter how desperate you were to board the Falcon you always waited until either of them could take you or just dragged one of them along with you so you could sit up front in the cockpit and pretend to pilot the ship.

Feeling some of his fear slip away he took a deep breath and made his way over to the Falcon and down towards the cockpit. His heart ached as he saw you in the pilot’s seat, his seat, curled up with tears still running down your face.

“C’mere,” He murmured softly, walking over to you and picking you up just enough for him to slide onto his seat and settle you down on his lap, smiling down at you as you curled into him and gripped his shirt whilst wiping your face into it. 

“What are we doing on here, huh?” He asked you, keeping his voice soft and low as he tilted your face up towards him and wiped your tears away. 

“Mad.” Was all you mumbled before hiding away against his chest and he felt himself completely soften, torn between cursing himself for acting so rashly he had scared you but also not regretting his actions because seeing you with that damn blaster had terrified him more than anything he had faced before.

“I’m not mad at you, sweetheart.” He told you, chuckling as you shook your head, “I’m not, really, just seeing you with that blaster scared me, you know it’s not a toy.” 

The two of you stayed there on the Falcon for longer than Han could recall, curled up together in the pilot’s seat long enough for you to fall asleep in his lap and Han to carry you back to your bedroom, tucking you in securely and pressing a kiss to your forehead before leaving to safely lock up the weapons.

That day seemed to have created a tradition of sorts somehow. Whenever you were sad, whenever you were scared or overwhelmed or just needed a safe place to calm down you always made your way over to the Falcon. Han never panicked anymore when he couldn’t find you, he knew all he had to do was go to the hangar and he’d find you curled up in his seat.

He remembered the fight you had with Leia, you must have only been around nine or ten. He remembered looking away from her down at you and just wondering how someone so little could hold so much anger and it wasn’t the typical anger you’d expect from a kid, nothing like temper tantrums you’d thrown before when you couldn’t make sense of your feelings. It was genuine anger, you had started showing signs of being able to use the force and Leia had wanted you to go to Luke, wanted you to be trained under her brother so you could control it.

Han hadn’t given an opinion, he’d been asked but he refrained from telling Leia how much he hated that idea, how much the thought of his little girl being sent away felt like his heart was being torn out of his chest.

Luckily for him, your distaste for the idea was loud enough to speak for Han too.

Han had known for a long time you could use the force, once the fear had left him over seeing you with a blaster and you were fast asleep he had time to think about it. He knew he hadn’t left the blaster within your reach and that there shouldn’t have been any way for you to reach it…not unless the force was involved. From then he had seen different instances of you using the force, a toy just out of reach, a cookie on the counter, a piece of meat on his plate after yours was long gone and your plate held only vegetables, no problem you’d just float whatever you wanted over to yourself.

“I don’t wanna go!” You yelled, angry tears making their way down your face and it took everything for Han not to intervene, to put his foot down on this topic and tuck you away but he knew Leia only wanted what was best for you.

“Y/N,” Leia started, her voice firm but soft but you didn’t give her the chance to speak, you let out an angry huff, already knowing exactly what she was going to say considering the conversation was just going around in circles. 

Instead of staying to listen to it you stormed out of the living room, shoving past Han who turned to watch you stomp down the hallway and made your way down to the Falcon, knowing full well your dad wouldn’t let you be alone for long but he’d give you long enough to yourself that you could calm down a bit.

“All that anger isn’t good.” Leia said softly, causing Han to finally look away from the empty hallway and back at her, a frown on his face as he shook his head.

“She’s a kid who doesn’t want to leave home. Just because she’s frustrated now doesn’t automatically mean she’s going dark side.” Han told her, tone almost dismissive in the way Leia hated when she tried to talk about something serious and she narrowed her eyes at him.

“There’s always a chance.” She told him, looking away from Han and off into the distance.

“No there’s not,” Han replied, tone hard and leaving no room for Leia to disagree with him, no room for Leia to doubt you. “She’s a good kid.”

And with that he too turned to leave the living room, leaving Leia sat alone to ponder the best course of action though it seemed to be two against one. Han made his way down the hallway, down towards the hangar, something he was sure he could do in his sleep with how often he followed you down here. 

It wasn’t long before he made his way through the Falcon and stopped to knock on the frame of the entrance to the cockpit, smiling sympathetically at you, the familiar sight of you curled in his seat still managed to warm his heart no matter the situation or how many times he had seen it.

You didn’t say anything, didn’t look up, just continued to stare out of the window at the closed door but Han didn’t let it deter him. Instead he walked in and picked you up, just as he always did and settled you on his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist as you tucked yourself under his chin.

“I don’t wanna leave.” You mumbled brokenly causing him to frown. 

“Then you’re not going to.” He told you like it was that simple and it really was, if you didn’t want to leave Han wasn’t going to force you. He was going to keep you around for as long as he could until you got too old to be spending time with your dad or hiding away on the Falcon.

“But mom said-” You began, tilting your head to look up at him but he cut you off with a smile and shake of his head.

“Don’t you worry about your mom, just leave her to me.” He said, giving you a wink that caused you to giggle and it was like the mood instantly shifted and felt a little lighter. 

Maker, he’d do anything to hear that sound instead of listening to your cries.

Han’s heart hadn’t stopped beating wildly in his chest, so loud he could hear it in his ears, almost deafening and yet you stood there rolling your eyes at him and in that moment he had never felt so unequipped to be a dad. 

“I don’t even know why you’re making such a big deal out of this, I didn’t even go that far and I’m fine.” You told him, gesturing down to yourself as if to prove your point.

“You stole the Falcon, Y/N!” Han snapped back at you, fury taking the place of the fear that had coursed through his veins at seeing both you and his ship missing. “What were you thinking?”

“I was thinking that you and mom never let me leave and I am so tired of this place! You go on adventures all the time and you never let me go with you, forgive me for wanting to see more of the galaxy!” You snarked, rolling your eyes again in a way that made him want to grab your shoulders and shake you until you realised just how reckless you had been, just how terrified you had made him.

“You can’t even fly the damn thing yet, could’ve gotten yourself killed.” And that was the thought that played on a loop the entire time it had taken him to track you down, his blood running cold as the thought refused to leave. 

Sure he’d given you plenty of flying lessons but not enough for you to take the damn ship out yourself.

“I can fly it better than you.” You shot back, knowing damn well it wasn’t true but wanting to say anything to annoy him even more at this point, unwilling to see it from his point of view, unwilling to apologise when you’d had such an amazing afternoon in a faraway village, surrounded by all different types of people.

“Kid, we both know that’s bantha fodder. There’s a reason you don’t go off on your own, you’re damn lucky to be standing there right now.” The words had you rolling your eyes again at him, and Han clenching his jaw, a disbelieving scoff leaving your lips and you shoved past him, leaving the room, and heading down to where Han had landed the ship not long ago.

Han let you go, the two of you both needing time to calm down.

It was times like this he felt so unequipped to be a dad, so completely out of his depth because on the one hand he knew you had always longed for more, longed to jump in the Falcon and search the whole galaxy. Despite your words Han had actually taken you on more than your fair share of adventures, nothing too dangerous but he couldn’t resist seeing the look of joy on your face as the Falcon made her way across the galaxy, watching the wonder on your face as you saw all kinds of species and the pride he felt when he watched you interact with them, always so polite and friendly.

On the other hand though, they’d witnessed so much, they knew there were still people out there that would love the chance to hurt them and you out alone in the galaxy was the perfect way for someone to get back at them.

He knew you understood that but he also knew you were a kid who took after the rest of her family, knew there was something more for you out there. He hoped you’d never be forced to be something more than you were, hoped that everything they’d done would be enough for you to live your life freely but the fear of something bad, something dark was always lurking in their thoughts.

Enough time passed to the point where his heart was no longer in his throat and he couldn’t hear each thump in his ears. For the first time in years, for the first time since you were a five year old little girl, he hesitated on his journey down to the Falcon, doubting for the first time that that was the place you would choose to hide away in. 

He’d always figured that eventually you would stop using the ship as your safe place, always tried to ignore the thought and the ache in his heart but couldn’t now that he thought it was actually happening. He couldn’t help but remember the last time the two of you took refuge there, couldn’t help but regret the fact he hadn’t held you tighter, hadn’t held you longer.

Still he made his way down the familiar path and felt a weight fall from his shoulders as he saw the door to the ship wide open, couldn’t help but smile despite the fight as he made his way to the cockpit to see you curled up on the seat, taking a second just take in the familiar scene just in case the day was drawing nearer that you didn’t hide away here anymore.

He made his way into the room, taking a seat on the arm of the chair and looked down at you, hating how you hesitated before meeting his eyes.

“I know you’re a tough kid and I know you can handle yourself,” Han said, tone showing how much he believed his words causing you to relax slightly, no matter how bad the fight was between you and your dad it was like being in the Falcon raised a white flag and you both agreed not to bring it onto the ship. “but you know why the thought of you out there scares the hell out of me. I can’t lose you, kiddo.”

If your eyes were a little watery, well it’s not like your dad hadn’t seen you in worse states but you still leaned forward, burying your head against his stomach as he wrapped an arm around you, leaning down to press a kiss to your hair and if he held you a bit tighter, well who could blame him?

The two of you stayed on the ship for the rest of the day after that, neither one of you wanted to leave the safety she offered and when it came time for bed you ended up in Han’s cabin, you tucked under his chin and Han was more than happy to hold you.

When the Falcon disappeared it felt like a large part of you had gone missing too, after the dark side had gotten a new leader, after Uncle Luke disappeared, blaming himself for letting one of his student’s turn to the dark side of the force, after your mom and dad went their separate ways, after the First Order had begun their attacks…all you wanted to do was hide away on the Falcon, hating that you had ever wished for something more, for an adventure. 

Now you were by your mother’s side, commanding armies and watching people you had come to care so deeply for die on a regular basis. There was nowhere that had ever felt more like home than the Falcon did and not having her around anymore saw you pushing your emotions further and further down and bottling them up tightly.

Today felt particularly bad even though nothing major had actually happened. Some days the weight of everything that was happening just felt like too much. You heard that your mom was back on base and headed outside to greet her, needing a distraction from the thoughts running wild in your mind. 

You didn’t pay much attention to your surroundings, only enough so that you could avoid X-wing pilots who ran back and forth across the base, barely avoiding getting your feet crushed by the BB unit you knew to be Poe’s causing you to tilt your head, laughing fondly as the droid knocked into people before crashing into the man he was looking for, Poe just as excited to greet the droid.

“Hey kiddo.” A voice said to the side of you, a voice that caused your head to snap around, gaze locking onto your dad before looking past him, feeling your eyes widened at the ship that stood behind him. “I brought her home.” Han said softly, watching your frozen frame and seeing the exact moment your brain started working again. 

Tears filled your eyes as you let out a slightly manic laugh of disbelief, head shaking as if you couldn’t believe your eyes before you ran to meet your dad who easily caught you in his arms, winding them around you and holding you tight against his chest, one hand coming up to cup the back of your head.

“You got her back?” You mumbled into his chest but he heard you clearly anyway.

“Sure did, kid.” He smiled, a weight falling from his shoulders as he had you in his arms again. 

You don’t know how long you stood wrapped in Han’s arms for but eventually you pulled away and smiled up at him, his hand moving to cup your cheek and bring your foreheads together. With everything going on lately it felt like heaven to not only see your dad again but for him to have brought back the place you truly thought of as home with him.

You moved away from him and took a cautious step over towards the Falcon, almost as if you expected it to disappear, causing Han to smile fondly at you. It only took a few steps, Han following behind you, until you were in the Falcon and the feeling of home overwhelmed you, memories assaulting your mind as you looked around, letting your fingers drag against the walls as you made your way further into the ship, stopping when you stood in the doorway of the cockpit.

If you thought stepping into the Falcon itself was overwhelming it was nothing compared to stepping into the cockpit. You never thought you’d be standing in here again, never thought you’d be able to find a moment's peace like the ones you had come to love in here. Somehow even despite everything going on outside, being in this room made it easier to breathe.

You didn’t realise the tears were pouring down your face until Han pressed a hand to your shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze pulling you out of your frozen state and giving you the push you needed to step foot into the room, instantly feeling better. 

Your fingers danced along the back of the pilot’s seat as you made your way around it, sitting down in the seat with a soft sigh. Han smiled over at you as he made his way into the room, taking his place on the arm of the chair, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close, you cuddling into him without a second thought, feeling like no time had passed between now and the last time you were in here.

Of course time had passed and you had somehow found yourself fighting against the dark side, found yourself giving orders out despite being completely unequipped to handle the job and yet it was easy to block out all of that when it was just the two of you in here, easy to forget how messed up things had truly gotten. Han, like you, never thought he’d have this moment again, never thought it’d just be the two of you curled up together on your seat in the Falcon but here you were. 

There was an exhaustion that ran deep in his bones at the thought of another war. He had no idea what was going to come in the next few days, next few weeks and months. He had no idea when the next time he’d be able to sit in here with you again would be, hell he didn’t even know if there would be a next time and that thought sent an ache through his chest and caused him to pull you closer to him, his grip tightening on you like he was afraid to lose you.

“I love you, kiddo, you know that right?” He asked you, he needed to say it all of a sudden, looking down at you and smiling shakily as you looked up at him, eyes still filled with tears but you looked less tired, like this was exactly what you needed and he was glad he could give it to you.

“I know,” you murmured softly, smiling up at him and nodding, watching as his own smile widened and he let out a small huff of laughter, “I love you too.”

Yeah, Han didn’t know what was coming next. He didn’t know who was going to live to tell the stories of this war and who was going to die fighting.

Whatever happened next he’d do it for you, he’d do it for Leia. He’d given you your home back, brought her back to you and knew that if nothing else, if anything were to happen to him, he knew you’d at least have a safe place to deal with it.

#han solo x reader #han solo x daughter reader #han solo imagine #han solo imagines #star wars #star wars sequels #star wars sequel fic #han solo #star wars x reader #star wars imagines #star wars imagine #star wars fanfiction #force sensitive reader #ben solo doesn't exist #doesn't really make sense but we're going with it #this is fully self indulgent #like i had this idea at 3am and wrote it straight away

[adora-but-ginger]

Final Moments

pairing: poe dameron x gn!reader

summary: everyone is told that they’re going to die eventually, but it’s weird knowing it’s coming within a day. at least poe’s there with you.

word count: ~1.7k

warnings: um basically both major character deaths, angst, more angst, like guys this does not have a happy ending

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a/n: i don’t know what compelled me to write this. i suggest listening to as the world caves in while you read this, it really sets the mood--i know that this is a sad one, so please don’t read it if you’re not in the mental space to! self-care is important, please take care of you! 

edit: if literally one person asks for a happy ending version of this, i will write it

also don’t repost my stories, because that a. is not cool and b. makes you a loser

(credit to gif owner)

When you were young, the elders of your town used to tell you about their life in old age. You watched them grow old as you did yourself, watched them live their lives in harmony with one another, and you yearned for something like that, knowing the life you had lived was worth it, was full.

So, when you realized that there was no way off of this ship, well, it had hit you like a sack of bricks.

It was weird, you had to admit, the feeling of knowing death.

You knew the risk of a mission like this, of getting caught, of your cover being blown. You were taken onto a First Order ship after the transmission of battle plans was traced back to you, back to your dodgy alias that you, in retrospect, should have spent more time on.

But at least you weren’t alone.

You were sent on this mission alongside one Poe Dameron, who went undercover with the luxury of a trooper helmet (he was the poster boy after all), and once they found you, it was not difficult to locate the faulty trooper in the bunch.

You both had been taken under custody and thrown in a cell of white to live out what little time you had left, and maybe it was a newcomer who had been sent to deliver you to your new home, or maybe it was by the grace of the Maker themselves, but you two had been stuck in together.

You two had known each other for a decent amount of time, though you couldn’t pinpoint just how much time that really might be. He was the head of Black Squadron, a squadron which you managed to get a place in yourself. You had grown quite close over that time, to the extent where you might even call him a friend.

It was hard to have friends in a war.

You had fought well together, like a ‘well-oiled machine’ some would say. You could undergo maneuvers without a word being exchanged, you were the ideal dream team when it came to pilots. So, it was a bit unnerving to hear that you two would be sent undercover. Thinking about it now, surrounded by walls of white that looked back at you with a metallic sneer, you knew that the mission was doomed from the start.

His heavy breathing drew you out of your trance.

“I keep thinking that there’s some way we can get out of this.” Whether said shaky breaths were from the pain of breathing through cracked ribs, tears, or a mixture, you couldn’t tell.

“We’ll try to escape this, don’t you worry flyboy, we always do.” Another thing that was weird--he was always the optimist in these situations, not you. But if he needed you to be his happiness, then you would do it.

You would do nearly anything for him, and you reckoned that he would do the same.

You felt the back of his head lean against the back of yours and thought that he might have closed his eyes. Mirroring his actions, you felt comfort in knowing that you weren’t alone, as kriffed up as that sounded. After all, to die whilst lonely is to die with the worst pain of all.

“I don’t think we can, Black-six” your callsign. “The Force was never one with either of us after all, huh.” His voice held something you had never heard before, a pang you decided you didn’t like.

“The Force has always been between the both of us, Poe. You can’t lose hope like that now, you out of everyone know how hope can mean all the difference.”

You could hear a sound that mixed between a chuckle and a scoff. “You sound like Leia.”

A beat bounced in the small space around you.

“Do you think she knows?” You called out to the air in front of you.

Another beat followed before he answered. “Yeah, she has a way of knowing these things. Especially when it deals with her son.”

Ah yes, Kylo Ren. He was the one who personally wanted to execute the both of you, which to some extent was an accomplishment in itself. You two managed to get on the nerves and radar of the newest Vader-reject, a thought which was quite amusing to you. You could joke about it now, you had to joke about it now, because it wouldn’t be much of a laughing matter when the red humming of his saber would be pointed at your throats.

Your breathing had started to quicken, and he must have noticed this, as you felt his hand reach behind his back to grasp yours. You yourself were never one for physical touch, but this was an exception, he was an exception. You could feel the shake of his hand as he held it, the warmth spreading throughout your wrist and arm.

You squeezed.

He squeezed back.

A tear silently slipped down your face at the reality of the situation at hand.

You guys weren’t going to make it out of this.

And you knew that the Force coursed somewhere between the two of you, it had to, because when he spoke again that charm of his had returned. Yeah, maybe it was all for show, but you were okay with that.

“Say we do make it out of this, yeah? Say we make it out and we win the war, what would you do?”

You didn’t quite know what to make of his question, so when you felt the squeeze of his hand again, you shrugged. “What do you mean?”

He took a deep breath of the filtered air. “I mean what would you like to do? I personally always wanted to go back to my home planet, visit my old town, say hi to those who remember me.” He paused. “What would you do?”

It took you a minute to respond, and when you did, it came out quiet. “I don’t have a home planet to return to.” You could feel your eyes fight with threatening tears. “I think I would like to find one though, a new home. One with beautiful sunsets, that’s for sure, and a comfortable climate would be nice. Find myself a hut, settle down and have some animals to accompany me.”

You could feel him cock his head to one side. “By yourself?”

You shrugged again. “I mean, I’ve never really had anyone before, so I don’t see why not. It would be nice to have someone there too, I guess I’ve never thought about it before. I don’t have anyone though, I’m not that close to anyone really.” A cough erupted from you, rattling your sore bones. They had harmed the both of you before they threw you in this white-walled prison, to prevent any resistance.

“Well, when we get back, I’m going to go back to my droid and you’re going to go find that person. Friend, partner, begrudging enemy, whatever, yeah?”

You shook your head in response. “No thanks, I’m not that good at making good impressions with new people.”

He turned his head towards yours and you could almost feel his pain, both emotional and physical. His voice could just barely be heard over the pounding in your ears and head. “I’ll do it, I’ll watch the sunset with you. On Yavin IV, they’re luxurious, you would love it.”

You turned your head to match his. “You promise?”

You could hear the bittersweet smile as he spoke. “With my everything.”

“Poe, I don’t want to die.”

Not soon after your words was there a pounding into the door that held you two captive, and for a small second hope visited again. It was drained instantly as the horde of stormtroopers marched in, ordering you two to get up. Tears streamed down your cheeks, and once you had been moved to a standing position you noticed Poe’s face was blotchy, tears running down his too.

He continued on like you were conversing at the caf after a day of flying. “Bee-Bee always wanted to see us together. We’ll have a little room for them in the house. They won’t have to joke anymore when they call us their parents.” A pressure against your back made its presence known, the tip of the blaster searing into your clothes and skin. You shared a panicked look with Poe, and he grasped your hand even tighter, it now slightly shaking.

“Separate yourselves.” The modulator that the trooper spoke through was low, and in response, you side-stepped closer to Poe.

You chuckled sourly. “What are you going to do, kill us?”

It was ironic at this point.

As you were escorted out of the room, you saw that you two meant enough to have a guard of troopers, which you knew would root a little pride in the both of you. Your footsteps echoed in the empty hallway, save for your group. “I’ve always wanted to have a library, could we have a library, Poe?”

"We’ll have a magnificent library, full of books from every corner of the galaxy.” You walked closer to whatever would wait for you at the end of this. It was terrifying, but you had begun to accept it.

You shut your eyelids momentarily, letting a wave of cold wash over you, and that’s when you heard it. Your name.

Your actual name.

Sure, you had nicknames and callsigns in the resistance, but you never told anyone your official name, and that’s when any remaining walls you had fell to ruins.

“I don’t want to die either.”

Another squeeze of his hand. You continued speaking through both of your fears. “And we’ll steal an x-wing, for you, your favourite one. You can fly it anywhere and everywhere. It’ll be yours.”

You came to a halt. The doors hissed open before you, and you turned your body to face his, him doing the same. “We’ll have dinner by the stars every night.”

You were being pushed into the room now, and you knew it was happening soon. Kylo turned the attention to him and started speaking, words muffled by unimportance. He dragged the two of you forward with nothing but a raised arm and you closed your eyes, holding onto Poe’s hand like it was your last hope.

“Together?” He murmured, just so you could hear.

The saber ignited.

“Together.” You reassured.

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #angst #major character death #so much angst #fanfiction #star wars #star wars sequel trilogy #star wars self insert #star wars sequel fic #star wars fanfiction #poe dameron x you

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Hear me out because I absolutely need an enemies to lovers style captain Phasma X jedi reader hate fuck

Ooooooooh yes! I would absolutely love to write this 🤤 This takes place before episode 7 btw, when the first order is looking for Skywalker but hasn’t captured Poe yet.

Rock Bottom ~Captain Phasma xFem Jedi!Reader

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, enemies to lovers, degrading kink, strap fucking, hate fucking, grey/questionable consent area…?, etc…

Enjoy (;

It was the time of the First Order. And they were desperate for Luke Skywalker.

Recently, there had been a tip off of an extremely powerful jedi hiding off on a deserted moon on the edge of the galaxy.

The tip off had said a jedi had shut down a First Order inspection of the moon with ease.

“Sir, we’re coming up on the moon.” a first order officer reported to Kylo Ren.

“Good. Captain, I want you to at my side.” Ren commanded, motioning towards Phasma.

“Yes, sir.” Phasma replied.

The first order’s ship landed on the deserted moon and began their search for Skywalker.

The nearby suns were cresting at high noon, when Ren tilted his head sensing a pull from the force.

“This way.” He directed the selective group of troopers.

The group made their way through a thick forest before coming to a clearing with a hut in the middle of it.

There was still smoke coming from the chimney…

“Captain, take a line of men to make sure he doesn’t escape. The rest of you, surround the hut.” Ren ordered

The men slowly crept up around the hut, as Phasma took some troopers to the edge of the forest.

Phasma watched as the men then invaded the hut with shouts.

But it was empty…

Suddenly, Phasma heard a snap of a twig behind her.

She turned around and caught a glimpse of something rustling away from her position.

“Lieutenant, keep the troopers in formation!” Phasma shouted as she ran off to follow the movement.

From a distance one could see the lieutenant terrified and explaining the situation to Kylo Ren, who was quick to follow the Captain.

As Phasma ran deeper into the woods, so did you.

You both could feel Ren on your heels.

You were a surviving jedi who had barely escaped with your life on multiple occasions now.

As you ran through the trees, you tripped.

You tripped and hit your head on a tree stump.

Hard.

You tried to get up and keep running but you were met with a blackened vision and immediate dizziness.

You could barely see a shimmering trooper running towards you.

And that’s when you passed out.

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You had been the captive of Ren for a week now.

Or at least that was your guess.

You were held in a windowless room and tortured on the regular.

What you assumed to be every day, Ren would come in and try and extract the location of Skywalker from you.

But you couldn’t tell him.

You didn’t know.

After what you assumed to be three weeks, Ren was getting frustrated.

You had been trained explicitly for using the force as a defense for the mind and Ren couldn’t penetrate you.

One particular harsh day, Ren was going on for hours…

After awhile, Captain Phasma stepped in and requested Ren.

With a huff, Ren stepped back from you, who was on the border of unconsciousness.

“If you’d let me take a stab at her, I’m sure I could have her talking.”

You heard the Captain say in a muffled tone.

Then you vaguely recall seeing a frustrated Kylo Ren storm off.

You sighed.

You assumed that meant you were done for the day.

But the Captain then came in.

She then proceeded to undo you from the torture chair and drag you down the hallway to your cell.

She threw you on the ground and turned around to close and lock the door.

You tried to stifle a groan, but it slipped out anyway.

You heard Phasma chuckle.

You got yourself to lean against the cell wall and looked to find Phasma standing and leaning against the opposing wall.

“You’re a curious one, aren’t you, jedi scum…” Phasma stated.

You said nothing but simply stared her down with your body shaking and your breathing labored.

Phasma then crouched down, mere inches away from your face, and you raised your head to meet her helmet.

“I’ll have you talking in days…” She taunted, although her tone was extremely serious.

You dryly laughed a bit, “What are you gonna do, torture me?”

At your words, her hand was on your neck and squeezing.

You whimpered at the touch, unable to stifle your sounds.

“You’re going to wish I tortured you…” She seethed.

She then let you go and left with a slam of the door.

You gasped for air.

On the other side, you could hear a muffled Phasma yelling, “No on is to go in there and no one is to give her anything!”

It was then that your body gave out on you and lost consciousness.

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You spent the next few days in the dark with no one and no food and no water.

Finally, you heard the click of the door and light flooded into your cell, causing your cell lights to switch on as well.

You winced.

The door closed again and you heard the click of the lock.

Once your eyes had adjusted, you saw a tall woman in front of you.

Fuck was she stunning…

Your thoughts had started to spiral from all the depravity from the last few days.

She was wearing a basic training uniform, but she didn’t look like a basic first order trooper…

You could spend days imaging what she’d look like underneath that ill suited uniform…

The woman crouched down to your lied down figure, grabbing you by the chin and lifting you to your feet.

Successfully pinning you to the wall.

“Does my Jedi scum feel like talking now…?” Phasma jeered.

Oh Fuck…

It clicked for you now.

It was Phasma…

“Fuck you!” You spat in her face.

Phasma chuckled darkly.

“Just remember I gave you a way out…” She sneered with glimmering eyes.

Your stomache was a pit…

You knew very well what tension was between the two of you…

Without warning, Phasma flipped you around, caging your hands above your head with one hand and tilting her chin sideways with her other.

Your breathing was erratic.

Your pupils were blown wide.

“You want something scum?” Phasma taunted.

You gulped and stayed silent.

She then pressed her body against yours, squishing you against the wall.

Oh, OHhhHHh Fuck…

You couldn’t help the whimper that escaped your throat from the bulge you felt ghost grinding against your ass.

She was packing…

You were trying your best to take deep breaths, but your body was reacting against your will.

You found yourself pressing your ass against her bulge.

Phasma wickedly chuckled again, “Already so needy, slut?” she taunted you.

Your heart raced tripled at that nickname…

“No...” You gritted out, which both of you knew was an obvious lie…

“Really?” She mock-taunted, “So if I were to slip my finger in your cunt, your telling me that you wouldn’t be soaked and your walls wouldn’t flutter in desperation…”

You shuddered at her words and tried to stifle the moan that came up at the idea of someone touching you…

Especially her…

But before you could process anything else, you felt Phasmas fingers ghosting the back waistband of your pants.

“Why don’t we find out how much of a slut you really are, scum…” She lustfully jeered.

With that, she had hooked your pants with her finger and dropped them to the floor.

You gasped as the cold air hit your wobbly legs.

“Oh my, do I make your knees weak, slut…?” Phasma taunted.

You merely whimpered in response.

With that, you could feel Phasmas fingers slipping under your underwear and finding exactly what she had been looking for…

“Fuck jedi, you’re dripping…” she breathed out, her own voice faltering.

Your face went red with embarrassment and shame.

You weren’t supposed to feel this way…

And she knew that…

She was exploiting that…

You tried to squeeze your thighs together at that, but Phasma was quick to stop you by shoving your legs apart with her own.

She then removed her fingers from your soaked cunt, eliticing another whimper from you.

“Are you ready to talk yet, slut? Or do you need further encouragement…?” She jeered into your ear.

“Fuck you…!” You spat yet again.

Phasma chuckled and continued her taunts, “Seems like the slut needs to be taught a lesson…”

In seconds, Phasmas trousers and underwear were lowered so that now you could feel her strap right on your ass…

She moved your body in one swoop so that your ass was sticking out more and your legs were widened.

“Please…” you whimpered, at this point you were so conflicted you didn’t know what you were begging for…

With her available fingers, Phasma moved your underwear to the side and placed her dick right on your clit.

At this your hips bucked forward.

“Please God please…!” You cried out, half of you begging her to stop, the other half begging her to fuck you dumb…

“You asked for it, slut…” She breathed, her voice coated in lustful venom.

Her hips then thrusted her dick straight into your aching hole with no warning and no time to adjust.

It was impossible to contain your cries this time.

Phasma began to pound into from behind as you writhed and screamed in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

“OhHhh God right there…!!” you cried out as Phasma bottomed you out.

“That’s right. I am your God…” She hissed in your ear, while relentlessly hitting your g-spot without fail with every single thrust.

Your legs were trembling so badly now, they were threatening to collapse…

Your breathing was erratic and all over the fucking place…

As much as you hated to admit it, you were gonna fucking cum…

And Phasma knew it.

“Oh my, does my slut wanna cum…?” She taunted.

“I… please… don’t stop…!!” You spurted out your words, unable to form a coherent sentence.

Tears were now streaming down your eyes.

This was so wrong…

You could feel yourself about to tip over the edge and one last thrust from Phasma did it.

The orgasmic wave hit you like a brick wall…

Your eyes rolled back and your body spasmed against your captor.

Your screams were so out of control, Phasma had to quickly clasp your mouth shut.

After a minute, Phasma pulled out of you and unclasped her hands from your mouth, and you immediately collapsed on the floor, panting like a fucking dog and your mind reeling from what you had just done.

Phasma took the time to collect herself as well, the silence being a pleasantry for both of you.

You were the one who broke it.

“I don’t know where Skywalker is…” you whispered, looking up to your captor with a tear stained face.

Phasma met your gaze and lightly chuckled.

“I believe you.”

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[constellation-em]

Alone; a Poe Dameron blurb

words: 371

no use of y/n

Tears streamed down his face. With everyone he loved gone, there was nobody around to comfort him. Poe thought of his friends, his found family, and his beloved mother. His hand reached up to touch her ring that he had worn around his neck since she passed. His hand found nothing but a bare neck and the worn cotton-blend of his shirt. Right. He had given it to you before you split ways. Were you still out there, fighting for your life? Or had the massacre taken you, as well as the rest of the Rebel Alliance?

Poe was stuck on Tatooine, which had gone from a desert planet filled with raiders and beings of all type to a desolate wasteland, smoke clouds billowing from pillaged homes in the horizon. He closed his eyes and thought of you. He imagined what you would tell him at that moment. ‘Just keep moving- there might be other survivors.’ He imagined the way that you would grab his hand, squeezing just lightly enough to remind him that you were there, that you would always be there.

It was funny, wasn’t it? The promises you shared with each other, the sweet nothings whispered in the middle of the night. All of the little ‘I’ll never let go’s that ended up being a lie. He laughed at this. That people took these phrases to heart, when it’s there in the name. Sweet nothings. He thought you’d laugh at it too, if you were there. You’d smack his arm, a gesture commonly used by naive schoolgirls that didn’t know any other way to share their affection. You were a traditional woman, if nothing.

“Poe.” Your voice echoed in his ears. His eyes shot open. He didn’t know where it came from, whether or not it was real, and he wondered if the heat and probable radiation had made him go insane. Poe looked around, desperate for more of your voice, for your soft skin, for you.

“Poe.”

“Sweetheart?”

There was nobody there. His hands were shaking, and he fell to his knees. You weren’t there. You hadn’t been there for a while. Tears streamed down his face again.

His heart was broken, and so was his mind.

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron fic #poe dameron #poe x reader #poe dameron/reader #star wars #star wars sequel fic #oscar isaac #oscar isaac x reader #oscar isaac/reader #no y/n #not proofread #sorry not sorry

[scribble-dribble-writes]

To save a mockingbird (7)

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Plot: AnGsT

Warnings: none

Word count: 3000

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Chapter 7

Now that he was complying, she kept her distance while he kept track of the days to work towards his goal of clearing his name. But the more effort he put into his work, the more recognition he got. He was validated for his brilliant mind here and it only took him being earnest. It didn’t require his energy to scheme or outwit someone, everyone could see it or maybe it was only now he was seeing it for himself. Just like Marjorie had said that night.

He had hidden it away for too long, that sweet boy who had bright eyes, he had been lost because of his father but what Hux didn’t know was that just a few days in the sun meant he could feel like his old self again. He didn’t need to fear anyone, he spoke his mind and slowly Leia and Marjorie’s grandmother had grown to be like the mothers he had lost.

The rebels were still divided on their opinion about him but the there was mutual respect now. The days had begun to feel lighter and the nights were the sweetest because he got to be who he was, truly own his strengths and plot strategies to help people instead of destroying civilizations all for the need for power. But the nights were also when she spoke to him. Her words had begun to take root in his heart. That he could make a difference if he wanted to, that if he tried he didn’t have to be like his father, that he was good and strong for having survived a tyrant all on his own, when he had just been a child.

Those words girded him up, because all his father ever believed in him was that he was born too weak. But now he was strong, he was good and he just needed someone to show it to him. All the great bits came to a stand still when he had lost his cool and had almost hit a young chap for messing up the wiring before he caught himself only that Marjorie had seen it and that made shame fill his system.

He yearned for her voice or her glance, her teasing remarks, he wanted to say sorry but he didn’t know how. He wanted to show her that although it was nothing, he had begun to feel different here.

With every waking moment, he understood why the first order has its flaws and why it was wrong. He didn’t have to focus on concealing his thoughts here. Ren or Snoke weren’t around to bully him about. It was the end of the second week and he could tell she was still disappointed with him. Without his knowledge, he had begun to consider her a friend, waiting till the day ended so he could tell her his musings, so this distance she was meticulous with maintaining was driving him insane.

Marjorie had her work cut out for her, she didn’t have to monitor him and so was free for missions again. Supply crates had to be dropped off to a nearby planet which was monitored by First Order regiments. She had missed it, being where the action was but having finished the task triumphantly, she headed back to base when the tie fighter shots she thought she evaded had actually punctured the hull. She diverted the fuel just in time so she wouldn’t burn up during re-entry and managed to land it but just when the craft came to a stop, the engine huffed up smoke and her seatbelt wasn’t willing to budge. Jammed into the side, the ejection lever wasn’t working, trapping her within the cockpit as the flames began to pick up.

“Where is she?”, she could here muffled shouts but the smoke had worked it’s way into the compartment. She beat her hands against the glass unable to see anyone. The air turned heavy making it hard for her to breathe when she saw a silhouette of a person climbing onto the hull over the burning engine. Jamming a crowbar into the side of the glass cover, this person got it open. But even as her vision blurred she could never not recognize that flaming hair.

“Hux.”, she called for him only to cough up because of the smoke but he had already thought through everything. Taking the pliers he held in his mouth he cut through the seat belt, freeing her but his eyes were frantic and what she didn’t expect was his hands reaching out to her to pull her up.

“Hold on to me.”, he instructed her as he held her close getting down to solid ground. The medics surrounded her but having been scared she reached out to him, the only face she recognized around in the chaos and he caught it without hesitation. The oxygen mask was put on and it stabilized her breathing but as she gasped for air, he was right by her side with never before seen vulnerability maared across his features. And with just how fast it had begun it ended. She was taken away to the med bay and he let her go.

The doctor did his final round of checks before she was cleared to go home. Marjorie pushed through the door to an almost empty corridor expect for a man who was sitting outside, his long limbs stretched out across the floor, his hands cradling his head as his wildfire hair was let loose in a mess.

“You didn’t have to be here.”, she said rubbing her sore head but the moment he heard her voice, he woke up, his apple green eyes filling with relief as he saw her. His gaze roamed over her body in search of bandages as he got closer, his soft fingers touching the scratch on her forehead.

“I will need to have any vehicle you board, checked and prepared before you leave.”, he spoke with all authority.

“That’s too much of a fuss.”, she let his worry cascade over her as he turned her wrists and tilted her chin as though he didn’t trust the doctor’s work.

“Safety is no small matter.”, he finally met her eyes and she could draw up a possible conclusion for his sudden change in demeanor.

“If something were to happen to you.”, his eyes were wide with concern but she knew it was for an entirely different reason.

“You will not be able to get out.”, she finished his sentence and he pursed his lips. That’s not, he wasn’t remotely thinking about leaving in this moment.

“I need to get home, I’m sure Aachi is extremely worried.”, she mumbled. Her legs still felt sore from when she was stuck in the jammed seat and the minor burns on her skin still stinged.

“She’s alright. I told her I will return home with you.”, he explained.

Home.

“She’s also made dinner for us.”, he held out his arm for her to hold on having observed her limp.

Us.

He was a whole new person. She folded her arms fixing him with her gaze.

“Best curry in the galaxy remember.”, his eyes glimmered and she wasn’t sure what had come over him. But instead of wasting this moment to figure out this puzzle, she took his support and headed home.

“I was worried. I couldn’t bring myself to think of the worst.”, her grandmother met her half way as soon as they entered.

“It was nothing, just a minor malfunction.”, she lied knowing how she felt in that moment. Alone and afraid.

“Can’t you take up work here on the base?”, she continued and Hux could now discern the worry in the old lady’s voice.

“Tabitha, you know how much she loves the sky.”, he intervened knowing well enough her attention was burning through him.

“We can’t keep people where they don’t want to be.”, he saw her as he said it and it reinforced the fact that all his niceness was only because she was his ticket out of this place.

“Now I’ll make sure she eats but you need to get to bed.”, he got Marjorie to sit down before he led her grandma away. She was more shocked about this rather than the accident.

He emerged and now that she observed him again, there was a spring in his step, he was more radiant than last and now he …. Wait he had just smiled at her. Voluntarily.

She was certain the smoke had affected her brain causing her to hallucinate. He brought her a plate with her favorite spread of food, placing it in her hands, he inspected the bandage on her forehead than needed to be changed.

“Are you drunk?”, she asked tentatively. He paused to sit back and contemplate her question.

“Why would you ask that?”, he asked as he made himself comfortable on the couch.

“No you just seem more at ease.”, she began to eat and it felt nice, not to have to sit by herself at the end of the day.

“I missed this.”, he said softly and all she could do was hum in response.

“Why won’t you speak to me?”, he asked quickly, now she twisted as she sat because the pretext was she had been angry with him but the truth was she was growing fond of him, of having him around all while she knew how this was going to end.

“I do speak to you.”, she evaded the question moving away from the lounge room to put aside her plate and wash it. He joined her by the sink.

“No, you have kept your distance from me and I don’t know how to fix it.”, he didn't let her change the subject.

“Am I doing it wrong? All this care and concern, I didn’t have to worry about it before. Worry about someone else.”, he ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.

She stopped having heard his response but couldn’t quite brave it to look at him, because when he was caring, she didn’t want him to stop. His innocence still burned within him, waiting to be set free and she wasn’t sure if she was the one to do it. But the sound of his heart beat resounded in her ears, like a mockinbird beating within a cage it was not meant to be in. So would it be alright if she were the one to set it free?

She looked at him, his face didn’t hold the scowl anymore but rather searching eyes that wandered over her face in search for signs of hope.

“No. You’re doing well.”, she said clearing her throat.

“It is good we have boundaries, isn’t it?”, she nodded her head finding words to let him know gently, of the thoughts that weighed her down.

“You’re not technically here to stay.”, Marjorie said softly.

“And what if I want to?”, he asked and she huffed unable to believe that he would want to.

How could he change his entire ideology that he grew up on in a matter of few days?

“Then what of your dreams?”, she proded him but his hurt expression let her know that she had been harsh.

“What of your cat?”, she smiled easing the tension between them.

“Leave Millicent to me.”, he spoke softly like she could believe his words and forget about having to survive, not having to overthink of every outcome to every decision.

“What do you want?”, he asked, his fingers gently tucking the stray strands of hair behind her ear. In the quite cover of the night, she blessed her tan skin that hid the blush on her cheeks but clutched her chest afraid he could hear her beating heart.

“Whatever it is that you want.”, she froze under his touch, hating the way the sound of his words brought about this reaction.

“You know everything about me, do you not?”, he slowly tilted her face so that she would see him.

“Your past, yes, but I cannot know your thoughts for the future.”, her brows furrowed as his eyes bore into hers, but she felt her cheeks grow warmer when she caught his gaze slip down to her lips. His touch burning its mark on her skin that she will remember forever.

“Then let me tell you.”, he whispered leaning closer but she turned away. This was a trance, nothing more.

“Hux”, she looked at the open tap, bracing herself on the counter.

“Armitage.”, he corrected her but she could not get attached. She didn’t say his name.

“You and I are from different worlds, we cannot cheat time. At some point it will divide us.”, she spoke to him. It was a fact and facts were never wrong.

“You truly wish for me to leave.”, he demanded following her. He wanted to leave from the very beginning, he wanted grand schemes that would drive him to frustration if he was held back and that regret would be caused by her, for not letting him follow his dreams. She didn’t have the energy to explain it all.

“I want you to be happy.”, she said finally washing her hands as she began to put away containers in the kitchen.

Keep yourself busy, a thought passed through her mind.

“I am.”, his voice rose with desperation. She could feel his heaving breath and the conviction with which he said it.

“when I’m with you.”, now this was softer, like the streams in the woods pulling her towards him.

She continued to work through the dishes in the sink when he got closer to her, picking up a cloth to help dry the plates, as though this was their little routine.

“Thank you.”, she said as they stood in a silence that was rather loud with unsaid feelings.

“For saving me.”, she admitted because if he hadn’t shown up in time she would not be standing here.

“It was first time I reacted, instead of standing by to watch, instead of running away.”, he responded almost as if he was choosing his words.

“Something took a hold of me.”, he continued she could hear the words catch in his throat.

“I couldn’t let you die.”, he said with a brokenness she could feel.

Astonishing, the very man who destroyed planets and had no mercy as he climbed up to claim his power, was unable to do the very thing he had been doing so far.

She could only give him a curt nod in response to his statement because her words would convey to him the very thing she was trying to hide, all these thoughts about him.

“I thought I would never feel it again.”, he gently took her hands in his to dry them.

“the fear of losing someone.”, he gulped and she could feel the overwhelming need to sit down.

“I care about.”, he said and she stepped closer, unable to figure out what he wanted.

“I don’t want to lose this friendship.” He admitted.

She let out the breath she had held, she was the one interpreting this all wrong. He was very clear and here she was hoping and worrying for nothing.

He was only now discovering the right to his emotions and in such a state manipulating him into thinking he wanted more in a relationship would only led him to hate her. So she would have to wait until he made sense of it on his own or maybe accept the fact that he never will.

Instead she eased him, for the progress he had made so far, no one would believe he was the same man as before, with his black uniform and deadly stare. The bags underneath his eyes had vanished and looked so much more younger. He let his hair grow out and put on a bit of muscle with all the work he had been doing.

She slipped her hands under his arms and engulfed him in a soft hug. His body solid under her touch, her cheek resting on his chest, his healthy heart beating much faster now. She closed her eyes and stayed there, in this comfort, in his warmth, if she asked him to stay would he give up his plans for her?

Unfortunate events bringing together the most unfortunate people, she felt his arms wrap around her, his head resting on hers just as she had dreamed about the day she had brought him here. His hold tightened on her before he swayed softly, she laughed, looking up at him. She didn't know he had it in him to dance.

“I have this song stuck in my head. The one Tabitha keeps playing.”, he told her.

The song was her grandmother’s favourite, the one that had played at her wedding. It was in Marjorie’s native tongue, a language now only a few knew.

“How does it go?”, she asked him, swaying in his arms. He took a moment to think before he began to hum it. She sang the words and watched as his face lit up, the corners of his eyes creasing in a wondrous smile. He had to heal first, before he could start to love.

He took her hand in his and rested the other on her waist as he danced, he had forgotten how to do it, but the beauty was in the imperfection, in creating a new memory that wasn't tainted by the pain of his past.

He didn’t want to leave, he didn’t want to go back to a life that was so devoid of colour when all he had ever dreamed of was right here, in his arms.

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[batshitbimbo]

▬❝ confessions. ❞

summary: four times Poe confesses something to you, ⟶ {Poe Dameron x gn!reader}

warnings: angry shouting, mentions of dying, anxiousness

ONESHOT. 1099 WORDS

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“I wanna kiss you.” 

He hadn’t planned it. You could tell by the look on his face that he hadn’t. His face matched how shocked you were. Both of you stood frozen for a moment processing it. He swallowed hard, eyes wide.

His hands were still on the collar of his jacket, his jacket that he’d just put around your shoulders. You could still feel his warmth in the leather and with him this close you weren’t sure if you could smell him from the jacket or from him him. Despite the cool night breeze, you’d stopped shivering and almost possibly breathing. 

“O-Okay,” you said quietly, waiting for your brain to properly reboot.

“Okay?” Poe repeated just as quietly. He sounded painfully hopeful. “Can I?”

Could he? This was weird and strange and unexpected and a step, a big step and one you should probably think about before taking but then he did look so nice and inviting and you had always had a thing for him and who were you to say no, I mean-

“Please.” It came out much more like a plea than you would’ve liked but the look in his eyes told you he would’ve begged had it been required of him. He let go of his jacket’s collar, took your face in his hands and pulled your lips to meet his in a desperate, open-mouthed kiss. 

“I love you.” 

It was whispered into your shoulder as he slid into bed behind you, quick to wrap his arms around you. He’d removed his regular clothes to exchange them for a pair of soft shorts and a thin t-shirt. When he smooshed himself into your back, you relaxed into his softness. 

Poe was always a delight to embrace but without all of his buttons and zips and buckles and blasters he was much more comfortable. You shifted backwards to press against him closer, eager to steal some of his warmth. You weren’t asleep like he thought you were but it was creeping up on you and with your own person-shaped heater wrapped around you, it was only a matter of time better you were snoring softly in his arms.

“I love you too,” you breathed, smiling. He seized up for a moment, like he was being caught sneaking around, before snuggling in closer and humming contentedly in your ear. You took hold of the hand on your abdomen and stroked the back of it with your thumb. “Love you so much, baby.”

He kissed the back of your neck, lips lingering on the skin. “I like hearing you say that almost more than I like saying it,” he said.

“Guess we’ll just have to say it more then,” you replied, stifling a yawn as you rolled to face him. You wrapped your arms around him as he in turn pulled you closer. 

“Deal,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead this time.

“I will not lose you!”

He’d never yelled at you before and you couldn’t help the tears streaming down your face as you stood in front of him. He shook with fury, or maybe agony, you weren’t sure. You trembled, fists clenched white, nails digging into your palm painfully.

“I’m the only person qualified for this mission,” you said, willing yourself not to break down. He’s just scared. He’s just scared. He’s just scared.

“I don’t give a shit!” Poe shouted, “It’s a fucking suicide mission and you’re not going!”

“You don’t get to decide that,” you replied. You felt like a mouse standing up against a lion - a very upset, angry lion.

“As your commander you need my approval so actually I do get to decide that,” he snarled, pointing a finger at you. His entire body was rigid with tension and he was slightly red in the face. It was terrifying seeing him like this, especially when you were on the receiving end.

“General Organa already gave me my orders.”

He looked away from you, unable to meet your eyes. His anger dissolved before your eyes and when he started to cry your tears only flowed heavier.  

“I’ll be fine, I know that,” you lied.

“Don’t gimme that shit! Don’t you dare. I know better than that,” he hissed, “You- you can’t go.” His voice broke mid-sentence. This may have well been the worst you’d ever felt but that didn’t change anything.

“I have to,” you said, holding your sides.

“I can’t lose you,” he choked out, “everytime I think about you up there, your starfighter blasted to bits, I can’t breathe, I get all clammy, I don’t know how to function properly. If you die it’ll destroy me. Please. Don’t go.”

You hesitated before easing closer to him. Gingerly, you put your hands on each side of his face, smoothing his skin with your thumbs. He caved into your touch, shutting his eyes tightly. “Trust that I’ll be back, Poe,” you whispered, “Trust me.”

“This is for you.” 

His voice was surprisingly soft. You looked up into his eyes for a moment before moving your gaze to his hand.

Held up to you between his index finger and thumb was a silver ring, a ring you’d seen a million times before hanging from that chain around his neck, a ring that made your heart stop seeing it be offered to you so sweetly.

“What?” You weren’t really thinking when you said it. It just sort of slipped out and it may well have been the stupidest thing you’d ever said. You were having an out-of-body experience and as you looked back up from the ring to Poe he had the softest look on his face. 

“I want you to have this,” he clarified.

“But that’s…” you began, surprise making you unable to finish a coherent thought. 

“It was my mother’s as you know and, well, now it’s yours if you’ll have it,” he said, a slight anxiousness to him now, “I’d like to spend the rest of my life with you, so will you marry me?”

He started to get down on one knee but you were grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him up into a crushing hug before he could reach the ground. Arms painfully tight around his neck as you clung to him. His arms snaked around your waist. 

“So… yes?” he whispered in your ear, his cheek pressed to yours.

“Yes,” you breathed back, shutting your eyes impossibly tight to stop yourself from blubbering into his neck, “Nothing would make me happier.” 

He turned his head and kissed your cheek. “You and me forever, sweetheart.”

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a/n: this was meant to be for may the forth but obviously i'm a bit late oop. anyways i've always wanted to do a lil cute thing like this and i'm pretty happy with it.

if you have any ideas, suggestions, or comments please comment on this post, dm me or drop your thoughts in my inbox! i'd love to talk to you :))

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[lyaswriting]

Hey people,

I am currently writing a Star Wars Story that takes place around the time of the Sequels and is divided into three big parts with multiple chapters each.

The focus is on an OC Anabelle Skywalker Solo who is the daughter of Han and Leia. Throughout the story she will have to deal with the aftermath of Ben destroying the Jedi Temple, fitting into the Resistance/finding her place, and will also have to deal with some elements/beings from Legends. Additionally there will also be a love story which will be a giant part of the story with Poe Dameron, which will basically go Childhood Friends -> Mutual Crushes but at different times -> Friends -> One hating the other -> Rivals -> Friends -> everyone knows they‘re in love but them -> Lovers so I wouldn‘t exactly label it as a „slowburn“ but it‘s probably not far off.

Also there will be many OCs but also many known Characters that we know from Rebels or even Clone Wars that have now grown up/gotten older, like Jacen Syndulla.

Some part of that story has been with me for a long time now (since I was 16 in fact, I‘m 22 now) and I was wondering, would anyone want to read something like that?

Because I know many people don‘t like the Sequels but it has also some legends elements as well as some Clone Wars and Rebels References so…

yeah tell me what you think…

Also should I share it, also prepare for lots of bad fan art/concept art that I once made and maybe even 1-3 playlists because like I said in the beginning, this has been a long ongoing project.

Thanks for reading this if you made it to the end, I know it was kinda long so… yeah

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[marcspectorsbooty]

Brace For Impact (Preview)

(Poe Dameron x f!Reader)

Enemies to Lovers/Smut (shown later in fic)

TW: arguing, mentions of death, swearing

Description: General Organa sends you on a transport mission with the one pilot in the galaxy who you can't stand. You crash land on an ice planet and find out that Poe is more than just a trigger happy flyboy.

A/N: i'm hoping to have this fic finished and up soon! I know it's a break from my usual content but I hope you enjoy!!

“Well, now you know to check the engine for next time.” You remarked as you pushed past him in the cabin. You felt his eyes burning into you as you began to search for blankets and supplies, but you just continued with what you were doing.

“You’re really gonna blame me for this? Seriously?” Poe gritted and shook his head. “You’re lucky we’re both still alive. If you didn’t have me as a pilot, you’d be dead right now.”

“And here we go again. Why is it that you never want to take responsibility for your actions, Poe? You may be a commander, but you certainly don’t earn my respect. Not after you got my friends killed with your last little stunt.”

You watched as your words hit him like bullets. His eyes met the ground and the guilt consumed him, tearing at his conscience. There was never a time where he had seemed so upset and remorseful, he was usually cocky and smug. Poe was, well, Poe. But this time it seemed like there was more heart to him than you thought.

“You know nothing about me.” Poe spat, that sorrow now becoming anger. “I haven’t slept in weeks knowing that part of my crew died because of me. It weighs on me every single day and it’s something I’ll carry with me for the rest of my life, so fuck your opinion and fuck your respect.”

His eyes bore into your soul, his anger and frustration written all over his face. Your heart ached for him, for his crew. You had never really thought about his perspective with these things, he was always the trigger happy flyboy who had all of the girls on base fawning over him. But being a hero still meant that he had to pay the price, even if it was for the good of the galaxy. 

Poe had a big heart and he wanted to help people, that’s what Leia saw in him. That’s why she trusted him to be a commander and to lead all of those missions. All this time you had just seen him as a smug asshole, but that was just a facade. Poe was more than that. And now all you wanted to do was dive deeper into who he was as a person instead of keeping the mutual hatred for each other going.

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