Still So Many Unanswered Questions!!! Whats Her Question? Where Do They Stand? But OMG!!!

Still so many unanswered questions!!! What’s her question? Where do they stand? But OMG!!!

Used - Pt II

Genre: Fan Fiction Pairing: Jai Courtney/OFC (Roo) Warnings: Language, slight smut Rating: R Length: Short Story Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: Here it is, the long awaited part two. Before we go forth, it isn’t as strong as I assumed it was going to be. However, it’s still decent :D 

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I am a total nerd for these kinds of story lines, then finding one as well written as this + featuring one of my favorite heroes is just beyond exciting <3

No Hope | Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader

Request: Hey, wonder if you could write an imagine, where the Reader is badly injures during the mission, and like couldn’t walk or something, and she’s in despair and like doesn’t want to do anything, but Poe is always there for her and doesn’t let her give up. A little bit angsty but with the happy ending :) Thank you very much in advance!❤️😘😘😘

A/N: I will not lie. I actually had all of this written BEFORE I got the prompt, just never finished it. And it’s been sitting around forever waiting to be finished. But when I read this I thought it was perfect, went back and tweaked it a little. There are a few OC’s I made up and stuck in there. Also this WILL be a 2 parter, possibly 3. We’ll see where the next part takes me. :) Reblog and comment if you like it! All love is appreciated ❤️

Warnings: Vivid description of a mangled leg

Word Count: 2461

“Engines are hot, let’s make this a quick trip,” voiced Ronan over the intercom ear piece.

“Yes, I’d like to be back before sundown,” replied Jessica.

“We all would, we’ll be in and out, there is no reason for any incidents on this run.”

“Since when did we start running errands?”

“Since the last team got caught in a cross fire,” Ronan said.

“Right, I forgot,” you said.

“Alright, team, time to ease up, we’ll land fifty feet away from the outpost,” Ronan instructed. “Everyone is clear on what they need to retrieve?” a chorus of ‘yes’’ came from the team. “Very well, once you land, go, no one leaves this planet until we are all back. Is that clear?”

“Clear as crystal, Ronan,” Jess mused.

The two X-wings touched down first, the Quad jumper landed between the two planes. You and Jess were already leaving your fighter ships and walking into the outpost to find the equipment that you needed. Jessica was a young resistance pilot, the youngest that anyone had met on their base anyway. You had been rumored the second-best pilot on base, the first being Poe Dameron. You said it was a load of crap because you could outfly him any day. Ronan was an Evociian man who joined the resistance after his wife and son were murdered by Stormtroopers before his very eyes. He spent a considerable amount of time hostage on the First Order base with you when the Resistance found you two and brought them back. The memories felt fresh like it all happened the day before, when in reality, it had been seven years.

The general sent the team on a supply run to a neighboring galaxy, in a recent mission some ships were destroyed beyond repair and they did not have the means to make more without the proper tools. But to be sent to a dirty outpost not far from the Illenium System seemed like a risky plan. If there were First Order sympathizers around and they recognized anything with the resistance on them, there would be tie fighters in the air before anyone could make it back to their ship.

You and Jess stuck together, you developed a great friendship over the years. You looked at Jess like a younger sister that you never had. You always stuck around for one another and were more than willing to step in front of a blaster for the other.

“How is Poe? I haven’t seen him too much.” asked Jess as she picked through a pile of scrap metal.

“Fine, he’s been busy repairing BB-8,” you said.

“Have you two talked about… You know?”

Your cheeks blushed a light pink shade as she turned and looked at the tools on the opposite table, “Here and there, yes, like I said; he’s busy.”

“But you want to?”

“Of course, I want to! Especially with everything that is going on, it would be a breath of fresh air.”

“Then tell him!”

“I have. It’s just not going to happen anytime soon, okay?”

“Whatever you say.”

“Oh no, this is not good.”

“No… it’s not, you’ve been waiting for almost a year now.”

“Jess not that!” You grasped the young girl by her shoulders and turned her in the direction you were looking.

“Oh no, where is Ronan?” She asked her eyes landing on the all too familiar men clad in white armor and masks.

“Not sure,” you turned her around to start walking the other way. “Get back to the ship, wait for us there.”

“I’m not leaving you,” Jess said stubbornly.

“You have to, if anything happens, someone needs to make it back alive,” you gave her a small push.

Jess walked a few feet ahead and stopped to look back at you, “May the force be with you,” She said.

“Get to the ship!” you said.

You turned back to look for any familiar face of the crew that was brought with them you spotted a dark skinned man and ran to him.

“Bastain, where is Ronan?”

“He went down that way,” he said pointing down the dirt road.

“Shit, get your men, get back to the ships. There are Stormtroopers here,” you instructed.

He gave a curt nod and ran off to find the three others that he brought with him. You started your way down where Ronan was, keeping one hand over the holster for safe measures, if they could just be unseen getting out then there would be no problems. Your walk turned into a jog when you heard screaming. You pulled your blaster from its holster and held it close to your chest with both hands as you got closer to the commotion. Two Stormtroopers came out of a tent and then a tall man was pushed out after them, followed by two more troopers.

“You are committed with an act of treason against the First Order,” One trooper said.

You stopped, frozen on what to do as they had four men and three blasters pointing at Ronan. Your fingers grazed the trigger of your own blaster, you had to do something.

“For this act, you are herby sentenced to death,” said the same trooper raising his blaster to Ronan’s head.

Everything that happened next was all a blur of adrenaline. You raised her blaster and shot the Stormtroopers hand, causing him to drop his weapon and it gave Ronan a chance to escape. One of the Troopers shot at you the blast striking your shoulder. Pumped with adrenaline, you didn’t seem phased by the pain, only shot at then blindly until Ronan was pulling on your arm to get away.

“You should have gone the moment you saw them!” he yelled at as you ran from the now angry Troopers who were quickly being joined with more of their men.

“You said no one leaves the planet unless everyone was back, I’m just following orders!” You shot back, the pain starting to set in.

“Just get to you fighter,” Ronan growled as the ships came into view.

You put her blaster away and climbed the side of the X-wing, placing your helmet over your head. You pulled the hangar roof shut and brought the engine to life.

“Everyone is to stay in formation, on my command we leave at llight-speed the moment we break atmosphere,” Ronan’s voice rang through the intercom.

“Seems they have their TIE fighters with them,” Jess stated as their three ships took to the sky.

“If they open fire, draw them away from the outpost, we are not here to harm any civilians. They however, have less compassion,” Ronan said.

“Copy, that,” you said.

They brought their ships to the air and as expected, the First Order opened fire. Jess took lead in drawing them away from the outpost, keeping them from shooting at civilians. You stayed back, circling the team and taking out as many fighters as you could. The three ships got separated and you could barely make out the two ships that were your own. You couldn’t be bothered as three TIE fighters circled your own ship and had no mercy on who or what their target was. Ypu maneuvered the ship as best you could to stay out of fire and took out two of the three ships in the process, however when diving back down closer to the ground the third TIE fighter opened fire and hit your X-wing multiple times, sending you off course. You managed to fire off your best shots and took out the third ship.

“I lost all engine power, I don’t have control of the ship!” You called into the intercom, however you were responded with static.

You frantically tried to bring the engines back online, however with the flames coming from the back of the ship it was almost pointless to be giving any effort. The X-wing nose-dived into the ground, it was a miracle the impact did not knock you unconscious. From what you felt, you wished you were unconscious. The control panel collapsed under your left leg, you saw the fabric of your flight suit was torn. A scream came from your lips as the pain took over, a white-hot pain that spread over your entire body. You felt hot and cold all at once. You tried to move but every time you pushed away from the seat with your right leg it felt as though your muscles were being torn apart. You raised your fist and began punching at the glass above, they needed to know you were alive. The ship had been so mangled you weren’t able to open it properly. Finally, with the seventh punch, you were able to break through the glass, the shards tearing into your arm. The pain was so much in your leg, you barely even noticed. You searched the floor of the ship, fingers finding a flare. Your screams died down into subtle cries of pain as you moved around in the little space, doing all you could to light the flare. Your hands shook with every attempt to light it and you feared that the team already left by the time orange smoke and sparks flew from the top of the flare. You coughed out the smoke you inhaled and threw the flare out the hole you created. It took a minute to stop and get your breath under control as you looked at the metal crushing yout leg. You could do this.

With the strength that you could muster you pushed the broken control panel off your leg. You couldn’t hold it long, but you were able to hold it long enough to see the mangled flesh and bone under all the blood that had escaped. You were left with no choice but to let the panel fall back onto your broken leg. A strangled cry of pain left your lips, you just wanted to pass out, the pain was too unbearable.

“Over here!” a voice yelled. And suddenly the glass above her was thrown away. “She’s alive!” yelled the man, you recognized as Cliff. This was his first mission off base.

“Y/N, can you hear me?” Ronan asked the moment their eyes met. You nodded. “Good, we’re going to get you out of here, quickly, they’ll be sending reinforcements soon. Bastain, you get the panel, Shannon back to the ship, get ready for takeoff. Cliff, you and I are going to pull her out,” Ronan ordered.

“Jess?” You asked.

“She is already on her way back to base, she’s going to get the med team ready for when we get back. On three, one, two, three!” Ronan said.

Bastain lift the panel as best he could from outside the ship. You felt Ronan’s and Cliff’s hands under your arms and started to pull you from the wreckage. You did not try to suppress the scream or hide the pain. It was too much. But you were free from the broken ship. Ronan picked you up quickly and started back towards the quad jumper with the team following closely behind. You were left to do nothing but scream in agony as your broken leg bobbed helplessly with every step. You felt better lying in one spot once back on the ship. Bastain was left to take over helping you.

“This is going to hurt, but you need something to slow the blood loss,” he said.

Bastain stood and took off his belt from his pants, he lift your thigh up and placed it under your leg. He tightened it as much as he could around your leg, ignoring the screams of pain. He then took off your boot and bloodied sock, and got a knife to cut away the torn fabric from her leg.

“Oh god,” he said finally seeing the damage done. The flesh had been cut through the knee almost half way, the bone had been exposed at the top and was gushing out blood. Your tibia was broken clean in half and your leg had been so badly cut it was hard to even tell it was a leg through all the bone and blood he saw.

“We’re entering the base now!” Cliff called back.

“You’re gonna be okay, Y/N,” Bastain assured as the ship touched ground.

“Alright, let’s get her out of here and to the medical staff and quickly or she might lose her leg,” Ronan said.

He reached down and picked you up once more, grimacing at the sight of your leg. He looked away from it and stepped off the ship where the medical team was already waiting.

“Bring her here, put her down… Gently,” said one woman.

Ronan did as told stepping back and watching as they whisked you away out of sight as the rest of his team came off the ship.

“Let me know how she is, I’m going to report back to the General,” Ronan said walking away, still able to hear your screams no matter the distance between you two.

You were thankful to whoever gave you a cold cloth, placing one on your chest and head as you felt like your skin was on fire with the amount of sweat that was dripping off you. A new presence filled the area, you strained your neck to see who joined. You felt your hand be taken from the where it laid and was being held gently. Your nails dug into the persons hand and you refused to let up on the grip. Finally once at the medical bay you were able to see the person behind the hand.

“What happened?” asked Poe Dameron.

“Shot out of the sky,” you said through ragged breaths.

“You’re alive, that’s what matters,” he told you, but you saw his eyes were not on yours, but glued to your leg.

You said no more, laying there gripping tightly onto Poe’s hand. Someone had taken the belt off your leg that Bastain put on and was starting to work on fixing her broken bones. As soon as you felt pressure put onto your leg a scream came from your lips, you couldn’t take the pain any longer.

“She cannot be awake while we do this!” someone scolded. “Y/N, we’re going to have to sedate you, just breathe. When you wake up, it will be okay,” The person came into view and was looking down at you. “Just calm your breathing for me, can you do that?” he asked gently.

You nodded your head and did everything you could to slow your shaking breaths, it wasn’t perfect and they weren’t nearly calm. However, a needle went into your arm nonetheless and slowly your eyes closed and the world was brought into nothingness.

Tagging for Poe: @thefirebreather00 @okayillhold @tlittlet @yourwonderbelle @i-said-goddameron @jocelyn-of-the-jellyfish @crolzinha @bobateaandchocolatepudding

What if this is how Ben fell to the dark side? He was without balance for his first ten years of life and succumbed to Snoke’s whispers?

Hey did you know that Rey is 19 and Kylo is around 29? :0 isn’t that crazy?

Well, if this were real life I might give that a side-eye. But, you know, given that this is the same universe where we’re supposed to believe Kylo’s granddaddy was conceived via immaculate-ish conception (still my biggest WTF in this entire universe, tbh) it doesn’t really phase me. 

Mentally, emotionally, and in every other possible way they are two halves of the same whole. They are the only people in the entire galaxy who can understand what the other is going through. They’re both adults, and so to me their actual, chronological age matters very little. At least that’s how I view it. 

@rebel-scum-stuff you have easily become one of my favorite writers on tumblr, I always look forward to seeing what is going to happen next. 

Meanwhile, this entire series causes the same reaction every time I read it...

Little Dameron P8.0 [Modern!AU] | Poe Dameron x Reader

A/N: So I’ve decided to split part 8 into two parts because I still have quite a bit more planned for this part and didn’t want to smush it all into one and make it awful. So here is Part 8.0 I’m working on 8.5 right now! Keep and eye out my darlings!!!

Word Count: 1300+

You rushed home the moment the clock struck four. You were bouncing in your seat as you drove. It felt like it took forever, but when you finally pulled open the front door, your mind blanked on why you were so giddy. Rose petals danced along the floor, candles lighting the pathway.

Taking off your jacket and purse, you followed the petals through the living room to the stairs, up and to the bedroom. You pushed open the door and found a card and box awaiting you on the bed. You bit down on your lip trying to hide your smile. You picked up the card, pulling it from it’s envelope and read Poe’s messy scrawl.

‘Twelve months together is a long time. I’d be happy to share many more with you. You’re beautiful, perfect, funny and you have an amazing personality. Not only did you capture my heart, but my sons as well. You of all people know how much he means to me.

So let’s play one of his favourite games: Hide and Seek.

But there’s a little twist. You will get clues as to where I am. And if you win, well I have a prize for you. So get dressed, and find your first clue at the bottom of the box.’

You grinned setting the card down. You opened the box, seeing a blue dress folded inside as well as a pair of tights and ballet flats. The man knew you well.

Quickly changing out of your work clothes, you put on the outfit Poe created for you, adding your own touches with some jewelry. You looked back in the box seeing a picture at the bottom. It was of you and Andrés, Poe took it after two months you were together. You were hunched over on the floor, wearing one of his shirt with a pair of tights shorts and your hair twisted on the top of your head. Andrés sat across from you, in the middle of laughing. Between you was the board game “Snakes and Ladders”. You flipped the picture over and saw Poe’s messy writing again.

'Where we first met.’

Without a second thought, you were off.

The park was chilly, you were glad to have taken your jacket along with you. You looked around for a moment, finding a larger Rock among the sand in the sandbox. You walked over seeing another picture being held down by the rock. You picked it up, smiling at it seeing Poe and you. You were at Karaoke downtown with Finn and Rey, Rey took a picture of you two because you both had a bit much to drink and neither of you could stop complementing one another. You giggled at the memory before turning the picture over.

'Good job, unless you’re a stranger then please put this back in the sandbox.

Onto your next hint. We don’t use them, but we did get into a lot a trouble down there.’

You couldn’t help but bark out a laugh. You walked on, knowing where to go for your next destination. The memory played through your mind, it was the same night as karaoke. You took the subway home, seeing as neither of you were fit to drive. And well, you got a bit handsy to say the least and we’re ticketed for public indecency.

You had to purchase a ticket to get down there unfortunately, but you found the next picture immediately. This one of Poe and Andrés, he wore a big smile sitting on top of Poe’s shoulders, reaching down trying to grab popcorn from the bucket he held.

'I figured you would like that one. This next clue is the first time we went out as a family.’

Now you understood why you had to pay for a train ticket. The subway to the cinema was the one you came from when you came from karaoke. And he had this timed down to the minute seeing as the subway was to arrive soon. You waited happily, placing the pictures together in your purse. It wasn’t a long ride to the cinema, and when you got out you really had no idea where to look. Was Poe really going to make you sit through a whole movie just to find your next clue?

“Y/N?” someone asked.

You never saw the person before, but they wore a uniform and held an envelope.

“Yes?” you asked.

“I was told to give this to you,” the employee said handing you the envelope.

“Thank you!” you smiled, hurrying to open the envelope.

A picture of you and Poe sharing a kiss, it was hard to tell when or where this was taken. But now you had caught on that each of these pictures were taken at the place of where you needed to go. So you hoped the clue would help you out.

'Did you really think I wouldn’t put our first kiss on here?’

And then it clicked. Right outside a local music shop that sold old records. He loved bringing you there, always fascinated by each record on display. You opened up the door to the shop, waving to the cashier, he was familiar with both yours and Poe’s faces.

“Try under 'K’ he said it might help,” he said with a smile.

You nodded, feeling giddy inside as you flipped through the K’s. And there in front of a Kiss album was your next picture. Poe was drenched, a pout on his face and an oar in his hands.

'I think I’m just making these easier? Just look at the picture and you’ll know.’

“Thank you!” you said to the cashier, bounding out of the store.

You remembered so clearly how you convinced Poe to go kayaking with you. It seemed like a great idea to him, until he flipped his boat and couldn’t get back in so he had to swim himself and the boat all the way back to shore, leaving you in a fit of laughter.

And on the life guard stand your next picture was taped. You we’re looking out a window, a mug held tightly in your hands, deep in thought as you looked out to the passing cars.

‘Almost there, love. You’re doing great. This one might be a little trickier. I loved how pretty you looked, I wanted to keep this moment forever. It was right before I told you I loved you.’

You had to think for a moment, it was hard to pinpoint the location of this one. But after some thought, you knew where to go. It was just a coffee shop, you use to go all the time, but it started becoming harder and harder for Poe to have people look after Andy. So now you only went on occasion. You passed by the window of the coffee shop, seeing yours and Poe’s picture tapped to it.

A grin spread over your face as you went inside. You pealed it off the window reading his words.

'Last one. If you haven’t noticed, I’ve been putting pictures of where each place is. But not this one, this one is going to bring you to me. I can’t have your feet too sore because we have some dancing to do tonight.

We have never been here together, but you always said you wanted to go. So I made reservations, and I sent you on this wild goose chase to remind you of all the good things we have gone through. All the memories we have shared. So come, let’s make some more, I’m sure you’ll love our venue tonight.’

You turned the picture over, smiling down at it. Poe had you picked up high, laughing as he dipped you down low and you clung onto his arms, but you were laughing too. Knowing he wouldn’t drop you, a complete blind Faith in this man you came to love.

You placed the picture in with the others walking out of the café. You wrapped your jacket tighter around your frame and began down the street. It wasn’t too far from the café, but you knew that this is where he would be waiting for you.

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Poe tags:

@thefirebreather00 @okayillhold @tlittlet @i-said-goddameron @yourwonderbelle @jocelyn-of-the-jellyfish @crolzinha @o-brienwrites @bobateaandchocolatepudding @aroseamongthestars @ynnep @pameladoesthings @firefeatherx @goodtasteisdeath @mrsdaamneron @summerlogy @whymak

Little tags:

@xenwayy @simplyonehellofapilot @starwrite-er @whymak @firefeatherx @mrsdaamneron @capandors @thechandlerbingdance @pinkdreamsandglitter @no-shit-sherl0ck @running-outta-time

Something tells me Poe didn’t find BB-8’s sense of humor very funny on this day...

Patreon reward for Havoc - Poe and BB8 just chilling out on Jakku. It was supposed to be a speed-painting but I got carried away a bit… and Poe is not so easy to paint.

Now that I’ve read this, all I want is stripper!Bucky <3 Please oh please do more soon @writers-wasteland

Closer

Stripper!Bucky. No one explicitly asked for this but here you go.

This is smut. 18+ only, please!

For the first time since your shift began at eight, the club is quiet. A classic rock song that Tony particularly enjoys is playing lowly in the background but there are no more patrons lingering in the seats, giggling about this performer’s gorgeous ass or that one’s hip thrusts; no more dancers filling the stages, performing for the crowd with blaring music and pulsing lights; and the stools in front of the bar are finally empty, no more drunken requests for you to take a shot or get up and dance yourself.

It’s almost blissful, the silence, but as always at the Stork Club, it never lasts.

“The dishes are finished,” Peter informs you with a smile as he wipes down the corner of the bar, breaking the quiet atmosphere and pulling you away from wiping down your workspace. “Boxes are also sorted and counted, the bottles are ready to be pulled whenever you need them.” You nod and hum a thank you before the two of you settle into a quiet lull as Peter continues to rub at the same spot on the bar.

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