#baelorey

[reylosource]

The "I love you" one with #24, please ♡

Without really meaning it

"Kylo, this has to end," she begged as she stood in front of his desk. It was late at night, as it always was when they met like this - after hours. Rey had gone over and over it in her mind the entire day, ignoring all of his messages and covert looks, twisting the new ring on her finger around and around.

"But I love you," he said simply, as a child would say please when you asked for the magic word that would get them what they wanted. His eyes watched her fiddle nervously with the diamond ring on her finger and said nothing more.

She stared at him, frowning at the empty words. "Liar."

Kylo sat there behind his desk, watching her placidly, barely flinching at her accusation, "I don't think you want to go around accusing me of lying, Rey. You're not exactly speaking from a place of moral superiority."

"You don't even know what love is, you're just saying it because you think it's what I want to hear." She had ignored his words and barreled through as they were meant to throw her off balance so she wouldn't see through him. But they had known each other too deeply - too intensely - for her to fall for it now.

Kylo's jaw clenched and moved as he tried to stay calm, as if he wasn't losing the incredible woman in front of him - to that man. He had begged her not to say yes, had tried everything he could to sway her to his side, but nothing worked. And so he had even told her he loved her, that was supposed to work on women, wasn't it? But she had always been different compared to the other women he was with. But he thought even Rey would want to hear that.

"Don't you?"

She flinched at his almost innocent question, "You're using it to manipulate me, Kylo - can't you see that? Don't you understand?" Her voice broke a little, the desperate need for him to understand and let her go coming through.

He stood up gracefully, his desk chair gliding back, hands moving to button his suit jacket as he looked everywhere but her as he picked up his phone.

"I thought we had an understanding, Rey. An engagement doesn't change anything."

"It changes everything," she cried out in anger, gritting her teeth as he moved around the desk and pulled up in front of her. "He loves me, Kylo. Please let this end, let me go."

His hard eyes watched her. Normally he loved when she begged, but this had a flavor of bitterness he wasn't fond of. Kylo stepped closer to her, his large body nearly pressed against hers as he looked down at her intensely.

"You might be right, that I don't know what love is. But I know what devotion is - and whatever you may think you have with him, it's not that. You'll never have with him what we have."

Rey found herself unable to pull away from his eyes, unable to ignore the words, and ground out a response that gave away far too much, "At least he'll never hurt me."

"Oh Rey," he said softly, bending to kiss the corner of her lips before stepping towards the door to leave. "And you called me a liar."

prompt fill for “The Way You Said ‘I Love You’”

[lucidlucy]

If you want a wholesome kdrama please watch Healer or Suspicious Partner. I am a little biased since Ji Chang Wook is the fave but honestly he nails the hardass turns sweetheart for his girl. It's beautiful to watch tbh

I think you finally gave me a name for my kink: “hardass turns sweetheart for his girl” and now I’m going to have to go watch that, too. Let February 2018 be the month I squander away by overindulging in kdramas and saying good bye to my 20s by taking one step closer to my true form of overexcitable fangirl with an unquenchable thirst for just… *clench fist*

[lesbianhowoo]

Modern day AU where Ben keeps ends up setting his food on fire while cooking a few times and Rey, as the firewoman on duty every time, eventually takes pitty on the handsome idiot and offers to cook for him ;))

i’m gonna be honest, i know next to nothing about firefighters but this prompt was too cute to pass up

(also any excuse to write ripped rey™ is a good one) 

The first time Ben Solo set fire tohis apartment, it truly was an accident, he swore. He’d been trying to cook anew recipe he found online, trying to move away from the instant noodle andtakeaways staples that made up his diet during his college years. What he didn’trealise, though, was that you can’t leave vegetables in a wok on the heat towatch Netflix in the other room without them catching fire. And taking half ofhis kitchen appliances with it. His apartment had a fire extinguisher, ofcourse, but in a town as small as his, the fire department had arrived beforehe had time to remove it from the mount in the corridor.

Sitting outside on the wall, Benwaited for the firefighters to put out the small fire. He felt bad calling themout for something he should easily be able to deal with on his own, but luckily,he didn’t seem to be dragging them away from anything too important. One ofthem stopped to speak to him as the other members of her team began to load theequipment back into the truck. She was short, a least a head shorted than him,so they were eye level with each other from his position on the wall. Her darkhair was pulled back in a tight bun, and she held her mask under one arm.

“Just have to ask you a couple ofroutine questions about the building, insurance etc., Mr…”

“Solo,” he offered. “It’s uh, Ben Solo.”

She asked him a few questions about how long he’dlived there, who his insurance company was, what level of cover he had for the apartment,and the contact details for his land lord. He answered as best he could, tryingand failing to not stare at the woman in front of him. She was beautiful,despite the sweaty, flushed face and the unflattering overalls. But more thanjust that, it was her friendliness that took him back. He’d expectedbelittlement, to be reprimanded for calling away such an urgent service forsuch a small fire, or mockery for failing to cook such a simple meal. Instead,she departed with a smile and a friendly “If it happens again, don’t hesitateto call,” before climbing back into the fire truck.

The next time was an accident too, or at least hetried to tell himself that. This time, he’d accidentally left a spoon in thebowl he was microwaving. In hindsight, the damage could’ve been a lot worse,but a small fire and smoking appliance was an acceptable price to pay if therewas a chance she’d be there again.

It wasn’t until the third time the fire department wascalled to his building that he learnt her name. Rey. She stayed for longerafter the fire was put out this time, asking him more about what he had beendoing, what he’d been cooking before the fire started. Without thinking, he invitedher to stay for coffee. Rey shifted her sleeve and glanced at the watch on herwrist.

 “Lucky for you, I’ve just finished. Off duty,” shesaid with a smile. She disappeared to the fire truck to her colleagues for afew minutes, and when she returned, it was without the gloves or mask. “Can I useyour bathroom?”

He sent her down the hall, and when she returned tothe kitchen a few minutes later, she was in a dark tank top, her overallspulled down, so the arms were tied around her waist. Her hair was loose aroundher shoulders, and Ben couldn’t help but stare as she leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed. He knew that being a firefighter was a very physicallydemanding job, but he never imagined such a petite woman would have such stronglooking arms. He knew she knew he was looking at her, but she didn’t seem tomind. Instead, she shifted her weight and stretched, innocently enough, but ina way that made her muscles ripple. Rey laughed as he tried to keep his facialexpression normal, and moved across the room towards him.

“How many times have you had to call us out here now?”she said with a smirk.

“I’m not sure, maybe three or four…”

“You may be cute, but you must be a terrible cook.”The damage had been less bad this time, just a charred mess in the bottom ofthe oven remained from his attempted roast. He shrugs, watching her considerhim from where she stood. “You know, I could cook for you… if you’d like?”

“What, now?” Ben looked embarrassingly around at hiskitchen. “I don’t really have any ingredients.”

“Yeah, because you burnt them all,” Rey said with alight laugh. Ben wasn’t sure whether to be offended, but the jokes seemed to beRey’s way of flirting. “I’m sure you must have something in here…” she movedover to the fridge. Grabbing the untouched veg in the bottom draw, she thenrouted around until she found noodles and a bottle of soy sauce. He watched asshe moved around the kitchen, opening and closing cabinets until she hadeverything she wanted, and, ten minutes later, she placed two plates in frontof him. He stared at her in amazement.

“What’s this?”

“Stir fry,” she said, blowing a few flyaway hairs fromher face. “Try it, it’s good.”

Still staring at her, he grabbed a fork andtentatively tried a couple of noodles. She was right, they were good.

“Is there anything you can’t do?”

[lucidlucy]

Ugh i finished LotBD yesterday after three days of sneak reading it at work and when i was with friends.. it was so good i could hardly put it down

RIGHT?! I think I just… I spent two and a half days doing nothing but reading. I think I managed to only take breaks to go to the bathroom and when my husband reminded me I needed to eat, lmao. I remember putting my phone down at 5:30am going “shit. there goes my productivity in the morning.” who was I kidding? I just kept reading. thankfully it was over the weekend. I agree, it’s a hard one to put down. 

[theresoneicouldcallking]

baelorey replied to your post: new goal; get jamie dornan to appear on the 100th...

Your new theme song is “Holding out for a hero”

i’m ride or die for him u know this

[lucidlucy]

kylo, on his knees, taking off rey's shoes was something i never knew i needed but now need in everything i read. they are both so precious i can't. so now i low key see him as someone who would also brush her hair gently as she soaked in the bath 😏

LISTEN- I already told somebody in the comments section I highkey wanted him to continue his ministrations, undress her, then help bathe her but decided against it because she’d freak the fuck out this early in, so he had to go, but 100% he’d be the one washing her hair and brushing it while she soaked.

… maybe we’ll make this happen down the road >_> I say as I start looking for a quiet little space in my plot outlines where I can squeeze this in.

[lesbianhowoo]

i’m only 11 followers away from my next hundred

[theresoneicouldcallking]

16, 23 and 27 for the nationality thing!

oh yay!

16. which stereotype about your country you hate the most and which one you somewhat agree with?that we do a lot of drugs. like amsterdam equals drugs and shit for a lot of tourists. it’s getting better, but it’s still what a lot of people assume about us. and the stereotype i agree with… i guess that’s a tie between dutch people being cheap (which is just really, absolutely true, no matter how much we’d like to think we’re not), and the bike-thing. yes, we all have bikes, some own more than one. we do a lot of biking (not me, are u kidding me). pictures you see of hundreds of bikes parked somewhere in a city or at a school; it’s not fake. it’s real. like we’re getting our own parking garages in a few cities because there’s no more space left to put our bikes.

23.which alcoholic beverage is the favoured one in your country?as someone who does not drink alcohol, i’m not sure i’m entirely the right person for this question lol. i think beer, tho?

27.favourite national celebrity?i had to think about this one for a while, but that would be jeroen van koningsbrugge, who is an actor, comedian, and singer, and just seems like a genuine fun and nice person.