What If This Is How Ben Fell To The Dark Side? He Was Without Balance For His First Ten Years Of Life

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. 

People talk about how much Chris Evans embodies Steve Rogers, but we can never ever forget that RDJ is even more so Tony Stark. He may not have been kidnapped and held hostage, he may not have created the suit that allowed him to escape his imprisonment...but in his own way, he did.

i’m just gonna leave this here as a reminder that “hitting bottom” doesn’t mean “staying on bottom for the rest of your life and dying as a piece of crap”

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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That moment when a fic hits you right in the feels...

And ends perfectly, but you still feel like hell because it acts as a reminder that it never turns out that way for you in real life.

It’s Fine

(Not my Gif)

Poe Dameron x Reader, Some Angst, Fluffy Ending

Requested by Anonymous: could you write a fic where the reader has a huge crush on poe but she goes to a party with him and a few other friends and later in the night sees him dancing with and making out with some girl…?

A/N: So this is mostly gender neutral with some mentions of the reader putting on makeup, so take that how you will.  PLEASE REBLOG AND COMMENT IF YOU LIKE THIS! I NEED IT TO LIVE!!!

Word Count: 3.8 K

           You sat at your station filing the last reports of the evening.

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@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

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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