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hi i'm jazz and i write fan-fiction. i still write but i haven't been arsed to update my masterlist since 2022 so you're better off searching for a specific character in the tags. there also might be characters i write for listed there who i don't write for anymore, but if you want to request and you're unsure pls feel free to message me and ask! :)
characters i write for: steve rogers, sam wilson, bucky barnes, frank castle, matt murdock, peter parker (garfield/holland), steve harrington, river cartwright, poe dameron, finn, han solo, obi wan & din djarin. and also wolverine. almost forgot him.
summary: you had a fight, and now it's the day after
a/n: rearing my ugly head on tumblr for the first time in months to write about the beloved. maybe this is based on an argument i had with my irl boyfriend who i love and appreciate dearly and it's not just because he provides me with fan fic inspo!! sorry josh if ur reading this xx
The air was thick when you woke up. Not thick like when it's the middle of summer and there's humidity clinging onto every molecule that you can't see, but thick like how water feels when you're drowning, or thick like tears when you can't stop crying and your cheeks are red and your eyes are raw. It was heavy on your chest when you opened your eyes, met by a swarm of wasps in your lower stomach and a heart rate so high that it was about to break out your chest, pack a bag, and leave forever. You could feel Poe's body next to you, heavier than the air and not breathing shallowly enough for him to still be asleep. He was still, dark honey eyes stuck to the ceiling and arms planted firmly beside him like an action man strewn on the floor and long forgotten by his owner.
You knew you had a lot to say. So much, actually, that you feared it was a word count you could never quite reach. The words were flying around your head like untamed birds, squawking louder and louder in your brain until you finally sat up and threw your feet to the ground, cold thud of your soles shutting them up. Poe still didn't say anything, so you tossed him a look - a dirty, seething, I'm still fucking hurt and I'm still fucking angry at you look - and pattered out the room. If you stopped for even a second, tears would come back to your eyes and the buzzing of the wasps and the squawking of the birds would overtake everything.
The kitchen was cold, but the room was light and airy. The kettle was filled with water and popped onto boil. You reached for a mug, momentarily considering two, before deciding Poe Dameron was too much of an insufferable prick to deserve caff right now. The sound of his steps approaching kitchen timed perfectly with the pop of the kettle switch flipping up. He brushed past you - the hair on the end of your arms stood up, just like it did whenever he came near you. You cursed your instincts for their lack of ability to decipher between angry and horny. It was very funny how often those two things were blurred.
You kept your eyes glued to the golden brown liquid in front of you, trying to enjoy the smell of fresh coffee. It wasn't really fresh, actually instant, but money after the Resistance was a little tight and moving to Coruscant had bled you dry. But, you'd done it for Poe and cramped yourself into a small apartment, worked long hours beside one another and now here you are, stood at either end of your tiny kitchen and somehow having enough space between you to fill galaxies.
Maybe that had been the problem. You were constantly breezing about one another, giving Poe a kiss in passing, with the odd arse squeeze here and there. He'd ask about your day before retreating into his files, and then maybe you'd sit next to him and watch a film. Life was slow now, and it was much easier to forget to appreciate one another when you were no longer facing the prospect of dying everyday.
You didn't want to break up with him. Fuck, obviously you did not want to break up with him. Poe had been the strongest half of you for half a decade. Even when the galaxy had been falling to pieces and you didn't see a way out, you had Poe. He was the soft glow at the end of a long, winding tunnel; the warm river bank after a long, cold swim.
That didn't mean you didn't want to slap the shit out of him sometimes, though. Your shared stubbornness had sexy at the start of your relationship. Now, stood in suburban melancholy, when had a coffee in your hand instead of a blaster, it was just annoying as you waited for who would crack first.
It stayed like that for an hour, tense and suffocating as you both sat on opposite ends of your open plan living area. Your hands were typing away at your datapad a little louder than usual, whilst the scrawling of Poe's graphite pen on paper was heavier too. At 11:03AM, it clattered to the table with a sweet wooden thwack and his eyes finally came to meet yours.
"I don't like this," he declared.
"Your drawing isn't that terrible," you barely looked up from your tablet, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Poe took a deep breath, as if to say don't try me right now.
"Can you stop the pissed act for one minute, please?"
"I'm not acting-"
"- maker, fine!" Poe dropped his head in his hands. It would be a miracle if his hairline wasn't receding by the end of today. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm really fucking sorry."
"Sorry for what?" you finally looked up, dropping your tablet as your heart rate picked up again. Time for the squawking and the buzzing. "Because I don't know if you know what you're sorry for."
A heavy sigh and the scraping of chair legs. Poe got up and moved to where you were sat at the other end of the table.
He pressed a kiss to your temple.
"For being an ass."
Another to the other temple.
"For forgetting to appreciate you."
One on the forehead.
"For taking for granted the fact I used to wish for this life everyday during the war, and then forgetting to slow down and savour it when I finally had it."
One on the nose.
"And for not slowing down to be thankful for the one thing that got me here today."
And finally, one on the lips. It was deep and slow and exactly the kind of kiss that had swept you off your feet in the first place. It was still there - the spark, the love, the fire that you'd kept burning for so long - but it was ironic that sometimes it took it almost dying for it to come back to life.
"I love you, baby," Poe whispered, forehead pressed to yours. "I know it's easy to take each other for granted when we're no longer on the precipice of dying everyday, but I love you so much."
You thinned your eyes at him. "I can threaten you a bit more if it means you'll remember-"
Poe pressed another kiss to your lips. "Sure, why not?"
Potc is crazy because it spends 90% of its time with wacky pirate shenanigans and then every so often it stops and stares you dead in the eyes and asks what it would take for you to abandon your moral philosophy and at what point the greater good outweighs the individual good and then it goes right back to wacky pirate shenanigans .5 seconds later
summary: you had a fight, and now it's the day after
a/n: rearing my ugly head on tumblr for the first time in months to write about the beloved. maybe this is based on an argument i had with my irl boyfriend who i love and appreciate dearly and it's not just because he provides me with fan fic inspo!! sorry josh if ur reading this xx
The air was thick when you woke up. Not thick like when it's the middle of summer and there's humidity clinging onto every molecule that you can't see, but thick like how water feels when you're drowning, or thick like tears when you can't stop crying and your cheeks are red and your eyes are raw. It was heavy on your chest when you opened your eyes, met by a swarm of wasps in your lower stomach and a heart rate so high that it was about to break out your chest, pack a bag, and leave forever. You could feel Poe's body next to you, heavier than the air and not breathing shallowly enough for him to still be asleep. He was still, dark honey eyes stuck to the ceiling and arms planted firmly beside him like an action man strewn on the floor and long forgotten by his owner.
You knew you had a lot to say. So much, actually, that you feared it was a word count you could never quite reach. The words were flying around your head like untamed birds, squawking louder and louder in your brain until you finally sat up and threw your feet to the ground, cold thud of your soles shutting them up. Poe still didn't say anything, so you tossed him a look - a dirty, seething, I'm still fucking hurt and I'm still fucking angry at you look - and pattered out the room. If you stopped for even a second, tears would come back to your eyes and the buzzing of the wasps and the squawking of the birds would overtake everything.
The kitchen was cold, but the room was light and airy. The kettle was filled with water and popped onto boil. You reached for a mug, momentarily considering two, before deciding Poe Dameron was too much of an insufferable prick to deserve caff right now. The sound of his steps approaching kitchen timed perfectly with the pop of the kettle switch flipping up. He brushed past you - the hair on the end of your arms stood up, just like it did whenever he came near you. You cursed your instincts for their lack of ability to decipher between angry and horny. It was very funny how often those two things were blurred.
You kept your eyes glued to the golden brown liquid in front of you, trying to enjoy the smell of fresh coffee. It wasn't really fresh, actually instant, but money after the Resistance was a little tight and moving to Coruscant had bled you dry. But, you'd done it for Poe and cramped yourself into a small apartment, worked long hours beside one another and now here you are, stood at either end of your tiny kitchen and somehow having enough space between you to fill galaxies.
Maybe that had been the problem. You were constantly breezing about one another, giving Poe a kiss in passing, with the odd arse squeeze here and there. He'd ask about your day before retreating into his files, and then maybe you'd sit next to him and watch a film. Life was slow now, and it was much easier to forget to appreciate one another when you were no longer facing the prospect of dying everyday.
You didn't want to break up with him. Fuck, obviously you did not want to break up with him. Poe had been the strongest half of you for half a decade. Even when the galaxy had been falling to pieces and you didn't see a way out, you had Poe. He was the soft glow at the end of a long, winding tunnel; the warm river bank after a long, cold swim.
That didn't mean you didn't want to slap the shit out of him sometimes, though. Your shared stubbornness had sexy at the start of your relationship. Now, stood in suburban melancholy, when had a coffee in your hand instead of a blaster, it was just annoying as you waited for who would crack first.
It stayed like that for an hour, tense and suffocating as you both sat on opposite ends of your open plan living area. Your hands were typing away at your datapad a little louder than usual, whilst the scrawling of Poe's graphite pen on paper was heavier too. At 11:03AM, it clattered to the table with a sweet wooden thwack and his eyes finally came to meet yours.
"I don't like this," he declared.
"Your drawing isn't that terrible," you barely looked up from your tablet, voice dripping with sarcasm.
Poe took a deep breath, as if to say don't try me right now.
"Can you stop the pissed act for one minute, please?"
"I'm not acting-"
"- maker, fine!" Poe dropped his head in his hands. It would be a miracle if his hairline wasn't receding by the end of today. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm really fucking sorry."
"Sorry for what?" you finally looked up, dropping your tablet as your heart rate picked up again. Time for the squawking and the buzzing. "Because I don't know if you know what you're sorry for."
A heavy sigh and the scraping of chair legs. Poe got up and moved to where you were sat at the other end of the table.
He pressed a kiss to your temple.
"For being an ass."
Another to the other temple.
"For forgetting to appreciate you."
One on the forehead.
"For taking for granted the fact I used to wish for this life everyday during the war, and then forgetting to slow down and savour it when I finally had it."
One on the nose.
"And for not slowing down to be thankful for the one thing that got me here today."
And finally, one on the lips. It was deep and slow and exactly the kind of kiss that had swept you off your feet in the first place. It was still there - the spark, the love, the fire that you'd kept burning for so long - but it was ironic that sometimes it took it almost dying for it to come back to life.
"I love you, baby," Poe whispered, forehead pressed to yours. "I know it's easy to take each other for granted when we're no longer on the precipice of dying everyday, but I love you so much."
You thinned your eyes at him. "I can threaten you a bit more if it means you'll remember-"
Poe pressed another kiss to your lips. "Sure, why not?"
