PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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@x-dudes
Thinking so hard about meeting Jake Lockley first and becoming his girlfriend. Jake tries to hide so much of himself to the point where Marc and Steven don't even know Jake exists yet, and you've never been told they exist either. The potential... The situational comedy... The Romance...
I need Moon Knight season 2 like I need air
personally, i think that it should be apocalypse...
Jean Grey x Reader x Ororo Munroe (Storm)
I made the reader nonbinary in this but they're implied afab
Word Count:1,700
This is a part two of @x-dudes story which you should go read before this one. You can read it here:
If you wanna start writing again 🥺👉👈 idea,,,, Ororo and Jean are both trying to win the reader’s attention/affection?????? idk up to you and
(A/N I'm new to writing so I'm open to advice)
Previously
"Man, I figured my love life was worth more than $20. Now I'm not telling you who I like more." You laugh as you leave his room,making your way down the hall towards hers.
Cannot stop thinking about being a friend of Scott's and sneaking around behind his back to hook up with his older brother whenever he's around.
John Boyega being upset at Star Wars should come as no shock to anyone. He was brought into the project as the leading male character. He was dropped to a secondary status in TLJ and TROS. Whether you like his arcs in those films or not, his arc was secondary and not critical to the overall plot. Those are just facts, you cannot say Finn’s arc is secondary in TFA. He lost his place as the leading male character to Kyl0. I’d be 1000% bitter if I were him to. Disney didn’t fight for him, Disney let him get racist attacks after racist attacks. Then they caved made Kyl0 the male lead and made his character arc an afterthought.
You don’t have to ship, not ship, be an anti to understand Disney downplayed Finn due to racism. It’s his right to be bitter against Disney and against the Star Wars fandom as a whole which has repeatedly failed him. So yeah he can be bitter, angry, and jealous. If he is it’s 1000% justified.
If you wanna start writing again 🥺👉👈 idea,,,, Ororo and Jean are both trying to win the reader’s attention/affection?????? idk up to you and not my best idea but,,, it’s an idea
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Scott and Jubilee watched you approach, laughing at the unspoken tension between Jean and Ororo who followed closely behind you.
“What do you think is going on there?” She asked.
“Girl drama.” Scott chalked it up to be.
“Girl drama?” Jubilee echoed.
“Seriously?” Peter seconded.
“Yeah, what else would it be?” Scott asked. His voice dripped with arrogance as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Peter and Jubilee stared at each other incredulously.
“What do you think they’re fighting over, Scott?” She giggled.
“I don’t know...” Scott mused over it before shrugging. “Girl stuff.”
“I mean you’re not wrong.” Peter muttered while the three of them linked back up with the three of you. He and Jubilee snickered at the way Jean and Ororo were staring each other down when one of them wasn’t looking, with you between them, blissfully unaware of it.
“Hey guys!” You smiled at them. “How was the movie?”
“It was good. You guys should have should have come with us to see it.” Scott answered. While he rambled to you about the plot of Ghostbusters, Jean began telepathically rambling to Peter about you.
“How was your time with Ororo and (Y/N)?”
“I’m in love with her.”
“I know.” He answers
“And I know I shouldn’t have, but I read Ororo’s mind and so is she.”
“I knew that too.”
“What if (Y/N) doesn’t like girls?” She panics.
“Ask her.”
“You don’t just ask someone that.” She stresses. “Oh my god what if she likes girls, but she doesn’t like me. What if she likes Ororo instead? What if she finds out I’m gay and she hates me for it? What if I-”
Peter tunes her out and looks to (Y/N) again, who Ororo has casually slung an arm over.
“-So anyways it’s like a portal to another dimension , and now they have to save New York from total destruction. You should see it some time.”
“Maybe I will.” You tell Scott before turning to talk to the girls again. “I’m hungry. Anyone else?” A handful of nods was enough to pull Scott’s hand out the door of the theater and towards the food court.
Peter puts a comforting hand on Jean’s shoulder.
“You have no game at all, do you?”
“None at all.” She admits.
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As you all walk out of the theater, you felt a wet drop hit your skin, followed by another, and another.
“If I’d have known it was gonna rain, I’d have worn a Jacket.” You whined. In a split second both Jean and Ororo work to peel off their jackets and give them to you. Jean was the first to succeed, and swiftly wrapped her jacket over your shoulders, with a soft ‘I told you you should have brought a jacket’ comment.
“Thanks Jeanie” You roll your eyes but smile sincerely. You heard a shuffling of fabric beside you as Ororo finally pulls off her jacket. “Oh, sorry, ‘Ro. That was really sweet of you, though. You didn’t have to do that for me.”
“How was the mall?” Scott asks, interrupting your train of thought.
“It was good. Look! ‘Ro and I bought matching mood rings.” You held Ororo’s hand and lifted your joint hands for everyone to see.
“What does red mean?” Peter asked Ororo.
“I don’t know, I lost the paper.” She laughed, taking a seat by your side at the table while Jean scrambled to the other side.
“It’s okay. I still have mine.” You added, pulling it from your pocket and handing it to Peter over the food court table, accidentally hitting Scott in the face as you did so.
“Hey!” Scott whined.
“Sorry.” You answered. “Don’t be such a baby Scott, I didn’t hit you that hard.” While the two of you bickered, Peter looked over the slip of paper you handed him.
Red - In Love
Pink - Cheerful
Orange - Bored
Green - Jealous
Blue - Calm
Purple - Happy
Black - Nervous
“Hey, (Y/N), this mood ring works pretty well. How much did you pay for it?”
“I don’t know. Like $10?” You answer, totally oblivious to his joke and the accompanying burn in Ororo’s cheeks. “Hey I have to use the bathroom real quick, but then we can head home.”
“I do too!” Jubilee calls, following after you.
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Jubilee laughed as she watched you violently shake your wet hands.
“No paper towels.” You shrugged.
“Answer my question.” She pressed.
“I don’t know, Jubes. To me it just seems unrealistic that two smart, gorgeous, and powerful women I know are both gay and are both into me.”
“Do you even like girls?” She questioned.
“Yeah.”
“And do you like either of them?”
“...Maybe.” You muttered.
“So say something.”
“I’m worried.”
“About what?”
“Breaking up our friend group.”
“Don’t be.” She replied. “They like you but we’re all friends first and foremost.” Jubilee opened the door, and you smiled as you exited, with her following closely behind you as she spoke. “Just think about it. Follow your heart.”
“Thanks, Jubes.”
“Anytime.” She grins. You move to rejoin the others, but before you can take another step forward, she stops you and whispers in your ear “But also, Peter and I put 20 bucks on the line, so if your heart wants to do me a solid and go with Ororo, that would be sick. No pressure.”
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As you all walked through the doors of the mansion, a collective sigh escapes all of you.
“So what now?” You wondered out loud.
“Now we need to talk about something.” Peter said. Before you had a chance to answer, he rushed you up to his room. You took a seat on his bed as he rushed back downstairs to tell the rest of the group “We’ll be right back.”
“What’s up?”
“Jean has the biggest crush on you. It’s almost embarrassing. Please put her out of her misery because she has no game at all and I bet on her.”
“She seems good at romantic gestures though.”
“That she is... Ororo has a crush on you too by the way.”
“I know.”
“How?”
“I talked to Jubes in the bathroom.”
“Wait girls really do go to the bathroom together to gossip?”
“Yes we really do gossip in the bathrooms. But that’s beside the point. I’ve been thinking it over and I’ve made up my mind.”
“Yeah? Now what?”
“I’m gonna ask her out tonight.”
“So is now a bad time to throw a curveball at you and tell you that I think Scott has a crush on you too?”
“Oh, I am so not into Scott.” You laugh, standing up to walk out of the room.
“Figured as much. Good luck. I bet $20 on this. Have fun.”
“Man, I’d figured my love life was worth more than $20. Now I’m not telling you who I like more.” You laugh as you leave his room, making your way down the hall towards hers.
God blessed the gay girls when he gave us Natalie Portman as Thor
game time!
every time you see this post you have to reblog with a different marvel quote (no repeats)
i’ll start: “i’m a god you dull creature!”
“We have a Hulk”
“I like your plan except it sucks. Let me do the plan and that way, it might be good.”
“What were you the god of again?”
“I’m not doing ‘Get Help.’”
“I have been falling….for 30 minutes!”
“I never wanted the throne! I only ever wanted to be your equal.”
“Your saiviour is here!!!”
“OWW!! MY NIPPLES!!”
“Bucky?” “who the hell is Bucky?”
“You had one job.”
“GET HELP!!!”
“you’re the spider-man, from YouTube”
“Hey Auntie”
“I could do this all day.”
“WE WILL NOT HAVE IT, OH”
“We don’t do that here.”
“Don’t scare me like that colonizer!”
“When she wants to.”
“For Wakanda? Without question.”
“Oh, we’re using our made-up names. I’m Spider-Man then.”
“I retire for, what, like five minutes, and it all goes to shit.”
Where is Gamora?
I'll do you one better; who is Gamora?
I'll do YOU one better; why is Gamora?
Can u do a poe x reader where they have been friends since they were little and they both love each other but won’t admit it but then before a mission Poe takes off Sharas ring and gives it to her?
Hell fuckin’ yeah I can!
The Pros and Cons of telling Poe the Truth About How I Feel
a list by (Y/N) (Y/L/N)
Pros:
• It might feel like letting something go that I’ve held on to for a really long time. Something heavy. Weird, since it feels like everyone but Poe knows about it…
• Telling him you love him just… feels right? It feels like those words could just slip out at any time when we’re together, but whenever I actually consider being upfront with our relationship, I freeze.
• Maybe I’d stop freezing up and acting shy around the guy I’ve known for more than twenty fucking years.
• Late at night, when he ends up crashing in my room and we’re just… together. Together and in peace. This feels like a part of my life that was just… supposed to happen. It feels like Poe and I were almost made to be at each other’s side.
• He’s the man that understands me like no other creature in this galaxy ever could, but even more than that, he’s the man that helps me understand myself in ways beyond my own comprehension. Until I just look back at how far I’ve come and think “damn, without Poe I would be a way different person, wouldn’t I. I’d hate to meet that version of myself.”
• Some of the things he and I have done, and even are doing, are way beyond the realm of friendly…
Cons:
• I’ve known this man for nearly twenty years
• he’s my very best and very oldest friend. Pava told me falling for your best friend never really ends well and I feel like she has the experience for me to believe her.
• Yeah, rejection is a part of life, but what comes afterwards? Who do you complain about work to? Who do you go to when you want to avoid people? Where do you turn when you’ve got a problem he and only he would know how to solve?
• I would hardly be able to look him in the eyes if he told me he didn’t love me back, but working with him every day?
Poe smiled broadly as he read through the list he found crumpled up in the trash. He didn’t think much of your weird habit of making lists about whatever crossed your mind, but finding one in the trash with his name scribbled across the top was definitely eye-catching.
She loves me too…
His grin got wider, somehow, shoving the note into one of the pockets of his flight suit.
“She loves me too.” He said out loud, giggling a little at how nicely the words rolled off his tongue. “Fuck, I gotta go find (Y/N) before I leave!”
“Did you run maintenance checks on your X-Wing?” (Y/N) asked. Jessika Pava nodded softly, checking over her shoulder quickly to see if she could tell she lied.
“Of course.” She answered confidently.
“And how about your flight suit? No holes, no tears, no cracks in the helmet?”
“No, mom.”
“Good, and good luck out there. I’m a little more… apprehensive about this one, Jess.”
“Thanks babe, will do. You’ve got nothin’ to worry about.”
“I hope you’re right. Where’s Poe?”
“He said he forgot his helmet and needed to go back to get it.”
“He was supposed to be at check-in an hour ago…”
Maybe somethin’ urgent came up. I don’t know what could be more urgent than this but to-”
“(Y/N)!” His voice tore through the hangar like a bullet.
“Nevermind, I think I found him.” Jessika remarks with a little snort before ducking into her X-Wing.
“(Y/N)!” He called again.
“Poe, where the hell were you? Check-in was an hour ago.” You shouted, racing to meet him in the middle.
“It’s fine. It’s fine.” He assured you between heavy pants. “I’m already checked in. X-Wing’s fine, BB-8′s fine, my flightsuit is great, my helmet is fine not a tear, not a crack. I took care of this already but c’mere a second.” You allowed him to pull you away from your crew. He fished for something out of his pocket. A crumpled piece of paper. “I- I found your list…” Questioning turned to realization, which quickly morphed into horror as you watched him uncrumple it.
“OH, fuck, Poe- look, I’m so sorry. Y’know, I threw it away for this very reason. I never meant for you to see it and- ugh I feel awful I’m so sorry I didn’t-”
“(Y/N),” He cuts you off, grabbing your face in his hands and smiling as he squishes your cheeks together. “Just listen, I have been in love with you since I was twelve. I’ve spent every day of my life since I was sixteen hoping the pieces would fall into place for this, and now- while maybe this isn’t how either of us pictured it- I have the perfect reason for-” He cur himself off, pulling his hands from you in a hurry, pulling them to his neck and yanking. You noticed a few pieces of a metal chain sliding off across the floor, while Poe takes what he needs and tosses the remaining chain on the ground.
His mother’s ring.
“Poe-”
“I- I know that it’s soon. Don’t think of it as a proposal, think of it more as a- as a promise. I promise you that I’m going to come back to you safe and in one piece, and when I do I promise to be the man that you deserve and more.” He took your hand in his own, sliding the ring down your finger and pressing a kiss to your hairline. “And I’ll do it on the double, for being late to check-in.”
“You better,” You giggle. “I love you so much.”
“I love you more.”
“Don’t be an idiot out there.” Poe lifted your chin and pressed a kiss to your lips.
“Mmm, keep my bed warm for me.”
You slap his shoulder with your left hand before he leaves, catching sight of the ring that would make his absence worth it time and time again. The promise of his return. And knowing that after all these years, you and Poe can finally have peace with one another, no matter how chaotic things may get. The promise that you’ll always have each other.
Reconsider (Poe Dameron x Reader)
Summary: Reader is Luke’s daughter, and rather than Ben turning to the dark side to lead the First Order, it was readers twin brother, which causes her to disappear in the way Luke did. In this part, Luke and Poe travel to Ahch To in search of reader.
Part 2 of 3
Part one
“Wake up, (Y/N).”
The sounds of Nabooan windchimes flooded your senses. A small hand pressed against your chest and shook gently. The feeling of blazing sunlight against your skin warmed your icy skin. Your body felt heavy. Incredibly heavy. You couldn’t move it if you tried, but why would you try? Listening to the crisp chiming of your mother’s knick-knacks in the gentle breeze. If you disconnected yourself far enough from your own consciousness, maybe you could become a part of that wind. Drift around with no obligations to any person, or any thing. If you put enough effort into it, maybe your only purpose could be to drift around along the edges of the sky and make music in the same way the wind does for you now. You thought this was how the force was supposed to work. Maybe with just a bit more concentration.
Maybe.
If I just put in-
Your consciousness began to drift, breaking off into particles and drifting into the air. You think your mother told you of something similar once... Dandelions, she had called them.
- a little bit more.
do you think you’re going to finish recall?
absolutely. I have two other parts planned out, with an entire outline for each one sitting in Google Docs. I’ve just had a ton going on, so instead of letting this blog die again I got to some smaller requests. Rest assured that as far as this blog goes, that miniseries has been on the forefront of my mind since the beginning. I have about half of the second part done and I sincerely hope to get that done and posted in the near future!!
Shoutout to Tumblr mobile for reccomending my own fic to me. It's times like these where I've really felt like I've made it.
From your “fic kisses that end me”: accidentally being forced inches apart from each other, staring at each other’s lips, and just before they kiss someone pulls them back apart That just sounds perfect for a Poe x reader with hella angst (Also! You are an amazing writer!!)
[Jenna Marbles voice] Oh, Hell yeah!
Celebrations.
They were bound to occur any time there was was any sort of significant victory on behalf of the rebellion against its seemingly infinite struggle against the First Order. And having just destroyed Starkiller base, the heart of their operations, it was hardly a marvel that half the galaxy was partying like tomorrow didn’t exist.
But, of course, tomorrow did exist. And so long as it existed, you, as General Organa’s closest commanders, were hesitant to tear your eyes from the rich sky above the rebel base. Maybe searching for enemy ships, maybe just watching the light of the stars dance over your head in a depressive funk.
“Hey, that’s no way to celebrate by my books.”
It's the anon with the forehead scar. Thank you so much for what you wrote. I love it 💛
This is actually one of the most wholesome things I’ve ever read, to tell you the truth. I’m so glad that you love it!!
Omg babe could you please write a imagine where the reader is talking about Poe Dameron to her reader's, like how much she thinks he good looking, dreamy eyes, an amazing butt fluffy hair etc and Poe over hears all of this and is blushing but flattered and he trying not to laugh when the reader says something like "more like Dameron? More like Dam son." So he goes to talk to her and acts all charming and he's basically like So I have amazing ___ huh?***
This blog has been dead for far too long due to some personal garbage, so it’s time I make my (less than) triumphant return. Sorry this took so long to get to, babe.-“Okay, so you know Snap?” One of your friends half-whispered. Mischief etched it’s way into everyone’s faces as you and the other nurses took the time to gossip during your much needed break.“Wexley?”“Yeah, Wexley.” She answered. “The pilot. He’s kinda cute don’t you think?”“Eh,” Another nurse replied. “As far as pilots go, I’m more of a Jessika Pava girl myself, but go off, I guess…” Your first friend rolled her eyes.“Whatever, Edina.” Edina playfully jabbed at her. “Anyways,” She continued, excitedly, ignoring Edina’s advances entirely. “He asked me out yesterday, said if I wasn’t too busy tomorrow if we could catch dinner together. His treat…”“Oooh” You teased. “And what did you say?”“I said I would check my schedule. I was kind of shy when he asked about it, so I felt like I made a fool of myself. I don’t know…”“I’m giving you that night off” You stated.“What?”“I’m giving you that night off,” You repeated. Now your schedule’s free, hit him up, let him know, go out, and enjoy yourself.““I- ah- I can’t eve- oh my st- Thank you.”“Don’t mention it. I’m bitter and old, and want you to experience the things I never got to do working so hard…” You teased.“You’re, like, 25.”“Yeah, so?”“Sooo…” Edina chipped in. “Anyone you’ve got your eyes on, (Y/N)?” A crooked smile spread across your face. You dipped your head shyly to hide it, but the other girls caught on, letting out a simultaneous ‘ooooh’“Who’s the lucky fella’?”“You know Dameron?” You replied shyly.“Poe Dameron? The Pilot Poe Dameron?”“Yeah, that’s the one.” Your friends let out a squeal in interest.“Our best girl’s got her eyes on Mr. Black Leader?” Another one of your friends teased.“Pshhht,” You scoffed “What sensible human being doesn’t have their eyes on him?” Another nurse arched a brow, and you raised your hands in defense. “He’s fucking hot, alright? He’s a snack. What’re ya’ gonna do about it?”“Set you up, maybe? Pava and I are… familiar.” Edina responded.“That means sleeping with each other after hours.” Another nurse said between fake coughs.“Yeah, good luck with that, ‘Dina. I don’t think he even knows m-”Edina jumped across the couch you were seated at to cover your lips with her palm. “Gross.” You mumbled through her fingers.“Don’t you dare finish that sentence, (Y/N). Dameron gets hurt so often that he knows you on a first name basis.”“Ya’ know, one time when I was workin’ reception he came up being propped up by two of his friends, lookin’ just about half dead, ‘nd still requested to see you personally.” A different friend piped up. “And b'fore you give me your usual excuses, the man needed immediate medical attention, ‘nd yet he actually refused to be treated until he could be seen by you ‘n you specifically. Real funny fella’, that Dameron is.”“I don’t know if you’re being serious, but-”“I am.” She cut you off without a second thought.“Well shit.”
“This is interesting…”
“Indeed” She replied dryly.
“That is a fine man, if I do say so myself.“
“We know”
“Oh, I don’t think you do.” You answered with a confident smirk. “That is a FINE man- okay, so aside from being the nicest person I know, Poe’s body is basically the peak of human perfection. His face is absolutely beautiful, his arms are strong enough to carry the weight of all my issues on them, and honestly he’s got a real nice ass, too. Poe Dameron? More like Poe Damn son, that’s a fine man right there.”
“Hey, (Y/N?)” You hear someone ask with a chuckle.
“Just a sec, love.” You answer, dismissing it as one of your friends. “He’s got really nice hair…” You continue.
“(Y/N).” Another friend chides in, a bit more firm than the last. You ignore it.
“He’s got this sort of thick set of curls going for him. It looks real nice. I want to pull his hair during sex-”
Your chin was forcefully turned by Edina to face the door, where a mirthful Poe stood, still in full pilot gear.
“Ladies,” He greeted.
“Fuck,” you mumbled. Your head sunk into your hands like a rock.
“I was going to ask if you had any gauze I could steal, but I’m not disappointed by this outcome either.” He laughed.
“Leave me alone to die” You groaned in response. Another nurse held out a roll of gauze for him to take.
“Can’t do that, Doll.”
"And why’s that?”
“I’d never have the chance to take you on a proper date,” he answered. He dipped his head closer to your ear on his way out. “Or, y'know, some of the other stuff you mentioned.” You could only watch him in bewilderment as he left. “Call me when your shift ends!” He shouted back at you before disappearing from view. You only nodded.
“You bet your ass I will…” You giggled, the same confident smirk from before returning to your face.
my friends listening to me go on and on about the solo trailer
Dreams Do Come True.
