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[sincerelymlg]

Storm’s Touch

Pairing: Ben Solo/Kylo Ren x Reader Series: Storm’s Touch A/N: Rewrite HERE WE GOOO!

She was tucked into him. Both of them comfortable. His arm pulled her closer as his hand drew lazy, nonsense patterns. He took a deep breath, her presence calming the constant storm of his mind.

Her voice ebbed and flowed against the shores of his mind. The comforting words eroding the cliffs that plunged deep into the darkness that called his soul.

You can’t save her. 

The whispers, the shadows…

You can’t save them all.

“Did you hear a word I said?”

Ben blinked.

“I’m sorry.”

You chuckled, burying your nose into his shoulder. “You’re always a galaxy away.”

Ben kissed the top of your head, eyes drifting closed.

That was the last day you’d seen him.

Ben Solo.

Still a padawan wanting to learn more of the Force, he’d followed his uncle to the ancient temples.

You’d walked him to the landing platform where his ship was waiting. The coordinates in the little astromech accompanying him. He’d pulled you close, placing a kiss atop your head, easy with his height.

He pulled away, hesitating.

The whispers of his nightmares nipping at his heels.

He could stay.

You seemed to be the only balm to the heated nightmares.

He could stay.

But then he remembered his mother. The Princess and General. The words she’d said to him as he boarded his ship: I’m so proud of you.

He couldn’t stay.

“Please tell me it’s going to be ok?”‘

You looked at the man in front of you, looking more like a scared boy at that moment. You reached up, taking his face gently in your hands. “I’ll be here, no matter what.”

He chuckled, turning his head and kissing one of your palms. “Not really an answer.”

You giggled up at him, beaming in the sunlight.

Beeping sounded loudly, irritatingly, behind you. “I’m coming. I’m coming,” Ben said, turning to throw the words at the droid.

You gave him a watery smile, voice cracking, “Ben-”

“I know,” he said with a wink. He placed another kiss near your hairline and turned toward the ship.

That was the last day you’d seen him.

Ben Solo.

The man you loved.

[spookyold-saintjm]

Can I be on your Poe/Mandalorian tag lists? I’m in love with your stories!

I will absolutely add you! Thank you so much!

[sunmoonandeddie]

6?

6: Age you get mistaken for

I fucking 

got asked if I was legal to work a few months ago.  Like.  To be legal to work in Missouri, you have to be sixteen, in some cases fifteen.

This person was fucking asking me if I was fourteen years old, and I’m twenty.

[ladybingley]

What would you wear if you were invited to a party in the underworld?

Alexander McQueen ||  “Oyster” Dress 2003

‘what would you wear- ?’ ask game~

[whirlybirbs]

“so … do i get a goodnight kiss?” With Bucky or Steve?

      ------ dumb, sweet, post-first-date-fluff for bucky x reader! enjoy!

You can’t say no to him.

Really, you can’t.

Bucky toes the cement floor of the foyer outside your quarters; the hallway of the forty-fifth floor of Stark Tower is empty save for you and him.

He looks so out of place.

He’s bulky in the doorway. His vibranium shoulder is whirring quietly beneath his dark sweater -- and, when he moves from foot to foot, eyes swimming around your face, you have to hide a smile with a bashful duck of your head. You nudge his steel-toed boot with your kicks, enjoying the closeness of the moment. He’s handsome and you think so and you don’t hide it anymore.

“I had fun.”

“Me too.”

There’s a beat of a moment where his Adam’s apple bobs and cold fingers twitch in his pockets. He’s thinking about reaching out and touching you -- but, years of terror-formed habits keeps him back. 

Your fingers breach the space between you both, fingers looping into the front of his sweater as you try and anchor yourself in the glow of the post-date haze. He meets the touch with cold fingers. 

“We should do it again,” you suggest, “I’ll pay.”

“Only if we get milkshakes again.”

“Deal.”

You smile and it’s dizzying; he feels like a wolf howling at the moon in the moment, rooted to his spot and devoted. The moment feels like home and Bucky hasn’t thought about anything terrible in hours and his bones don’t ache and he isn’t that other half of him. He’s himself, and he’s happy. 

And you’re beautiful.

“So...” Bucky says, finally, words dripping like honey, “Do I get a goodnight kiss?”

You’re hung on the sound of the question. Your eyes are stuck on the way he says the words, the way his lips move. You have to drag yourself out of his orbit for a moment and remind yourself to breathe. 

If he was the sun, you’d fling yourself in screaming Icarus. 

“How could I say no to that?”

You’re not sure, and Bucky’s glad you don’t.

He steps, posture bending to catch you in a tentative pull of the lips -- he smells like cologne and wine and motorcycle oil and it’s intoxicating enough to drag you in farther. You press your fingers into his sweater, hands finding his, and your back finds the door frame. 

The kiss carries itself away quickly. Noses brush and tongues touch and his beard scratches your cheek as he nips and tugs kisses along your bottom lip. His hands, one ice and one fire, are rooted along your jaw -- his hips brush yours and you grin. 

Bucky, for the first time in what feels like forever, isn’t afraid he’s going to break you or hurt you or kill you because you’re so suddenly everything. Your touch is gentle, and you coax him back down to Earth with a smile pressed to his mouth. 

He laughs -- breathless and nervous -- before righting himself and stepping back. The kiss leaves him needing to readjust. He pushes a hand through his hair.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” you say with a cheeky smirk, “It was a good kiss.”

“Good enough to have another...?”

You can’t say no, and Bucky’s glad you don’t.

[logangarfield]

ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT THE WHOLE SPENCE/JJ BS?? Because if so I agree with you and if not i still agree that I can't believe that it's ending.

YOU BET I AM!!!! I’m sorry but they really sat there for 14 seasons, building up an amazing friendship between JJ and Ried only for them to toss it completely out the window FOR SHOCK VALUE!!!! I’d rather they have killed someone omg

[astronomyparkers]

sincerelymlg replied to your photo “what should i name my succulent i really like old timey male names but...”

I have one named Peppa and another named Vlad.

my friend shannon has a corgi named peppa!!! she’s named after peppa pig

[barnescafe]

What song did Bucky forget that was played for an hour??

hahahahahah i think it would be something like the Baby Shark remix or Cotton Eye Joe 

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