#porg answers | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

dailyreverie · 9 months

Text

We fell in love at the end of the world

Part of the Your Wish is my Command universe

A/N: ...well this took a while didn't it? To makeup for it here's a long-ass update with like a thousand taylor swift song references because that has been my personality for the past two months. Title comes from the song with the same name by "Hozier" (Give it a listen because it has huge Poe vibes)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Solo!Reader (fem.)

Word Count: 3.9k words

CW: A lot of feelings. Bar setting, alcohol and drunk people mentions, reader drinks alcohol, s3x mentions.

SERIES MASTERLIST

There were so many factors of why you couldn’t be with Poe that you didn’t even know where to start enlisting them. The heart-crushing feelings you had for him were becoming unmanageable; you couldn’t look at him, couldn’t speak to him, couldn’t think of him without feeling your limbs and organs moving in a giddy flutter, so you did the only thing you could do: avoid him at all costs.

It’s hard to do so, ignore your favorite person in the whole galaxy, but maybe if you did for a few weeks you could get over all those feelings… right? And yes, it’s hard to do so, even more so when you are summoned to a briefing only to find him going in at the same time.

“Hey!” Poe sounded happy when he saw you, relieved even, his features even lighting up when he looked at you after taking a double look. “Haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Poe!” Damn you, Dameron, was all you wanted to say when his arms opened to greet you with a bone-crushing hug. “You know how this gets…” Your vague answer made his smile turn into a tucked-lip grin, almost as if he were disappointed by your answer.

“I know,” was all he said. “So are we both in trouble, or are we going on the same mission?” Being in trouble sounded like the better option. You couldn’t know, but Poe thought so too.

An infiltrated spy in the government had reached all the way to the Resistance, and of course, in order to give away more information, the spy needed an in-person meeting. Even knowing that, when the General told you who was assigned to the mission, that news alone terrified you more than the actual meeting.

“I’m sending you two”. You couldn’t know who was more nervous about it, you, or Poe, who kept looking at you without really knowing what to say. Your blood turned cold in your veins. You looked at Poe as he looked at you, and you both turned to look at the General. “Why?” You asked, trying to remain as cool as possible even though you felt like your knees could give up on you at any moment. You failed, clearly, since your own mother looked at you stranged at your uneasy tone. “I mean… why send two people? Isn’t this a- uhm- one-person job?” You saved yourself quickly while looking at Poe, who seemed like a lost porg with wide eyes avoiding yours.

She glared at you as if she knew more about you than you did - and she probably did. “I’m sending you because they are expecting an Organa, and I’m sending Poe as your protection.”

The General walked past you, leaving no room for protesting. All Poe did when you exchanged a look was shrug.

“Protection?” You asked after a beat, once the General had walked past you, and from the look on her face, you may have asked a bit too harshly. Poe looked down, hiding a hurt smile that twisted your insides from guilt. “What I mean is- You don’t have to send your best pilot to this mission, I can handle it on my own. It’s just intel, after all.”

“Well, then…” Leia looked between the two of you; you with your panicked eyes hiding a thousand feelings, and Poe a couple of steps behind, uncharacteristically quiet, watching it all unfold. “...then consider this a fun friend getaway, in which your friend is also there for your safety.” She patted your arm and left the room.

“Hey!” Poe called you as you began to walk outside, and as you stopped and turned around, facing each other and waiting for him to speak, you got a glimpse of the hurt from before mixed with something else, something warm; right there, all over his eyes, you remembered why you couldn’t be sent alone with him. “Are you okay?” Was all he said.

“Yeah.” You said almost instantly. “Why wouldn’t I be?” A chuckle came right after.

“You seemed a bit… I don’t know.” His voice turned to a quiet whisper at the last words, as if he were questioning his own self. “Are we good?” He sounded hurt, and you hated yourself. A nod was all you could do without giving away your almost exploding feelings.

“We’re good.” You confirmed. It wasn’t his fault, he didn't deserve to be ignored by his best friend.

Poe nodded back, convincing himself about it. “I thought you were avoiding me, I just- I wanted to make sure we were good.”

Damn. Damn him and his perceptive, smart, beautiful, brain.

“Don’t be ridiculous, I would never avoid you.” You smiled, with an apology between the lines that you hoped he would get, but a real smile after all. You can’t be away from him, it doesn’t matter how hard you try.

“Well, then I should get some rest. Can’t be easy being your personal security, I have to be well-rested.” You pushed his shoulder, scoffing at his dumb joke. You felt almost relieved to be back to laughing with him, not realizing how torturous the past couple of weeks of avoiding him had really affected you. “I’ll see you in the morning, Lieutenant.” He shouted as he turned his back to you, finally, letting you break into the enormous smile you couldn’t contain anymore.

It was going to be a hard mission.

******

In another life, this would have been the most beautiful trip. You arrived well into the afternoon, with a smooth flight with Poe as your pilot soaring you amongst the clouds of the waterfall-filled moon you were sent to. Poe and you were back to being your ridiculous selves with each other, making the job of not falling anymore for him harder.

You laughed together at Poe’s dumb comments and jokes about being your bodyguard, walking side by side along the streets lined up with stone walls that paved the way to your secret meeting. “I need you to stop looking at me, ma'am, you can’t be distracting your security guy on times like this.” He faked a deep, serious voice, failing miserably at it since his lips kept turning upwards at the sound of your laughter.

“Shut your mouth, Dameron.” You rolled your eyes, but in all honesty, you couldn’t stop looking at him. You had to lay low for the meeting, no uniforms or clothes that could give away who you were, and Poe’s choice of clothing had you mesmerized since the moment you saw him before take-off; with his hair pushed back and his relaxed white shirt that hung loosely from his shoulders while still showing the built frame that the pilot suit usually hid, you were having a hard time to focus on what had to be done. Not that it was any easy for him either, since what you had modestly called a disguise happened to show your body in a way that was giving Poe a hard time to even turn the engine of the ship on.

Sure, you were there to see a potential spy and anyone could come around the corner and attack you, but for a few hours you felt like you could forget about all that; for a few hours, it didn’t seem like you were falling in love in the middle of a war.

Meeting the spy was anything a meeting with a spy could be, or so you thought, since you had never done it by yourself before. As soon as you reached the cantina he mentioned you spotted the guy, immediately tensing as a sharp breath came in through your nose. The realization of why you were there came upon you then, when you saw the blaster hanging so freely by the guy’s hip. Thank the Maker your mother insisted on sending Poe with you, who so gently reached for your hand and squeezed it gently. “I’ll be right beside you, I got you” he whispered, nudging his head towards where he was already holding his blaster by his hips.

You were spotted and greeted with an acknowledging head tilt and a hand urging you to reach the table. “I was expecting the General, not some kid and a flyboy playing war.” His voice was a whisper, yet you could still hear the raspiness of it, one that came with the age his graying hair and experienced eyes showed.

“The General has more important matters than meeting a self-acclaimed spy.” Your reply made Poe hide a proud smile with a bite on his own cheek.

“You talk just like her.” He asked, knowing quite well who you were. “Little Solo, aren’t you?”

“Are you giving us what we came for or should we just tell the General we wasted our time?”

“No!” He said in an instant. “I can’t say much, but everything you need to know is here,” he placed a drive on the table that Poe quickly went for, examining it before putting it in his pocket.

“What’s in it?” Poe asked urgently.

“Mission logs. Everything you need to know about their locations, positions, and next attacks.” He stood up then, looking at both you and Poe with the surprised look on your faces.

“How do we know you are trustworthy?” You did your best to read him, but he gave no sign of being either on your side or on the other guys’.

“Who would be crazy enough to meet the Resistance, anyway?” And with that, he walked away.

“Well, that was fast,” Poe spoke first, signaling the waiter for a couple of drinks not before putting the drive safely kept in one of BB-8’s compartments.

“This better be real,” You couldn’t shake the nerves away from your body, only then realizing how risky everything could have been. Who knew, maybe you were distracted by your security after all. “What if this is a fake thing? Or a drive that will read into all of our files and all our missions and-”

“Hey, sweetheart,” Poe’s hand reached yours on top of the table, but even without the touch, the way he interrupted your dooming thoughts so sweetly, calling out for you in that way he hadn’t done before, was enough for you to land on your feet again. “It’s all going to be okay, we’ll check it before giving this to the General, ‘kay?”

You nodded, that’s all you could do, since words had left your brain for a good minute already. If his words weren’t enough before, Poe smiled at you reassuring you everything was going to be alright. And how could it not with Poe by your side?

After one more comforting hand squeeze from Poe, he leaned back, taking his surroundings in as you took the chance to admire the view before you, it was not every day that you got a relaxed, loose-curl Poe all for yourself. “Let’s get drunk, what do you say?”

“Huh?” His proposal caught you by surprise, you were too busy thinking of… other things.

“We’re already here, the night is young, and that was stressing enough.”

You laughed at his words, murmuring a so-not-convincing “You are terrible, Poe,” covering your face long enough to not see the way he lit up at your giggles. His mission was accomplished. “Alright Commander, let’s get drunk.”

A couple more drinks flowed for each one of you, enough for both of you to be comfortably tipsy, laughing, and living that night without a care in the world. Poe was in the middle of recounting a ridiculous story about Snap, something involving his ship becoming the nest of a family of tiny rodents on their last trip to Endor and him being terrified of them, when you realized how drunk you both actually were, laughing your asses off without really being able to pay enough attention to the story.

“I swear, he kept squirming away and begging me to take them out of his ship,” Poe managed to say in between laughter.

“Oh poor Snap,” You tried having some sympathy for the guy, but in between the alcohol and Poe’s laugh, you really couldn’t feel anything other thing than an exploding amount of happiness. “How come you had never told me that story?”

“It just happened las week,” Poe’s laughter began to die down. “And you were too busy not wanting to talk to me.” He raised his eyebrows at you from behind his glass. You had no words to justify it, not this time, yet your mouth still opened and closed without a sound coming from it. The one thing you were working so hard on not bringing up was laid on the table, displayed for you in the shape of Poe’s whole heart.

“I was not- ugh, I know what it seemed like but I promise it’s not-”

“This is not just me, right? I mean… you feel this too, right?”

“What are you talking about?” You almost believed yourself, asking unknowingly as if your heart wasn’t hammering against your chest all of a sudden.

“You know what I’m talking about.” Poe was so sure about what he was saying you could be mad. But you weren’t, you couldn’t be.

You could keep quiet. You could stand up and leave and never acknowledge your feelings anymore. The thing is, you couldn’t, not when looking at him at base and much less with the stars ant the moon reflecting in his eyes. “It’s not just you, it definitely isn’t.” You stated, simple as that, but the look in his face, hopeful and gloomy all at the same time, told you that you hadn’t answered his question at all. After a sigh, you spoke again. “We can’t, Poe.”

“Is this why you’ve been avoiding me?” He almost hoped, because that was way much better than any scenario he had played in his head.

“Yeah,” you shrugged, doubtful, not knowing how to tell him. Poe smirked, laughing at the situation you were both in. “I’m sorry, and I’m sorry for lying to you about it yesterday. But this, whatever this is, is something I never felt before.” The tiny smile he sent your way was enough to make you smile too. “Great timing, huh?”

“It’s not the best.” Poe nodded without ever breaking his stare from you.

“When Leia assigned us both, and I knew we were going to be sent away together, I- I knew I would not be able to hide it, but I had to at least try.”

“I know. I-” His own laugh interrupted him, meeting your eyes with a shimmer in them. “I felt the same way.”

You shared a silent smile, taking in the fact that you had both just confessed how bad you had fell and how you couldn’t do much about it.

“I don’t know if I’m brave enough to risk it.” The happiness you had felt mere seconds ago left the table, breaking both your hearts almost instantly. Poe understood, you saw him nodding, but that didn’t meant he agreed with you. “It’s just- It’s hard, Poe, and just imagine us trying to work this out in the middle of a war. There’s so much at stake and-”

“Hey, hey-” He cut you off, grabbing your hand over the table in a soft grasp in the process. “I know.” When he sighed you realized he felt the exact same way. “Let’s just finish this mission, ‘kay? We already have the intel, so let’s enjoy this dinner, get the job done, and when we get back we can continue our own lives forgetting about each other. Deal?” A pained smile painted his face. Poe’s eyes spoke a million words and reflected even more galaxies. You wanted to explore them forever.

No!, you wanted to scream. No deal, no way. How could he even suggest that when he knew damn well it would be a lie to you both? “Deal.” you said against yourself matching his sad smile, thinking of all the possible ways this could have ended if your lives weren’t so complicated.

The inn they had put you at was as lovely as the rest of the town, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to enjoy the night away with an actual bed instead of the hard mattresses you had back at Base. The report of today’s encounter was half-filled on your pad, which was long forgotten on the bed as your eyes got lost in the sight outside your window. Your nails couldn’t resist any more picking and biting, but you couldn’t take Poe’s words out of your mind.

He felt it. He felt it too and there you were like an idiot trying to avoid the most real thing you’ve both ever felt in years. “Fuck it.” you spoke into the silence of your room. You didn’t think twice when you began walking to the door, headed straight to Poe’s room across the hall and set this straight once and for all. You couldn’t ignore your feelings anymore.

But as soon as you opened the door you were met with Poe’s disheveled curls and his uneasy eyes. “Poe.” You greeted surprised, not knowing what else to say, the practiced speech you had planned was nowhere to be found anymore.

“I can’t,” he said firmly. “I can’t go back and live life without you. You have no idea how hard it has been for me too.” You were speechless. When you made up your mind to go and confess your feelings to Poe you never expected this, never expected him to be already at your door with a desperate confession of love. “I think I’m in love with you.” He added when he saw you were not talking. “I’ve been for a while, and I can’t pretend anymore that I’m not, especially when I know that you feel it too.”

He took a step back from your door when he saw you were quiet, muttering a quiet apology, but the lightning bolts you felt on your fingers couldn’t let him walk away.

“Wait,” Your hand reached for his wrist and stopped him, pulling him to be close to you again, close enough for your chests to press against each other with every quick breath you took. Poe smiled, that stupidly gorgeous smile of his.

“I’m in love with you too.” You barely finished the sentence when his lips crashed against yours, backing you into your room and closing the door behind him as his lips moved in sync with yours. Tender and soft, just as you had pictured them so many times, they molded perfectly with yours, all while his hands held your back letting yours cling around his neck, up and down his back, around his arms… anywhere they felt like going, making up for all the times you could’ve kissed him and you didn’t. His lips found their way to your neck not long after, making the most beautiful gasp leave your lips. You could feel the smile on the kisses he was peppering all over your neck and jaw, your fingers tangled in his curls to hold him firmly against your skin.

“Poe,” You breathed, and whatever it was you were going to say was cut short when he started kissing your lips again. With expert hands, firm and rough moving along your back, he walked you backward until the back of his knees reached the bed, lowering slowly to let you straddle him. Breathless, you parted your lips and found each other’s eyes. You couldn’t help but laugh, an incredulous laughter that forced you to hide your face in his neck. His fingers turned delicate as he traced circles on your back. If this was what kissing Poe was like, you would’ve kissed him the moment you met him at that bar.

“There’s no going back from this, isn’t it?”

“There better not be.” Poe shook his head with a lovestruck smile all over his face. Your fingers reached up to trace Poe’s eyebrows, soon your lips replaced them and traced down his face, to that spot in between his eyebrows and the hard edges of his nose that you’ve always loved. Your hands traveled down his chest and began to lift his shirt, there was no hurry in your movements, all you wanted was to enjoy each minute you had together.

“Are you sure?” Poe whispered as you began to lift your own shirt.

Once it reached the floor and your hands were back to each side of his face, you replied with a smile on your face: “With you, I’m always sure.”

The night passed in a blur of soft touches and tangled limbs. Poe took his time, never rushing anything, letting every exploding emotion take over your bodies whenever it arrived, every time it arrived. It was everything you had ever dreamt of and more, it was the man you loved with every bit of your heart loving you back as if both your lives depended on it.

You were still wrapped in each other when the sun came up, the silence of the couple hours of sleep you had filling the room in a quiet haze. “What’s going to happen when we get back?” You broke the silence. “When people find out it’s all going to be a mess. My mom is going to freak out, everyone is going to talk, and the ranks are definitely going to come up…”

Poe turned his head to kiss your forehead as a way to stop your rambling mouth, which for some reason, has happened a lot in the last few hours. “Why don’t we take it slow? With telling everyone, I mean.”

“Sure, because the last 5 hours were definitely us taking it slow.” You commented with sarcasm, making Poe tickle your side. “Are you talking about a secret relationship, Commander Dameron?” Resting your chin on his chest you turned up to look at him.

“Maybe.” He met your impressed stare, and as you began to break into a smile he quickly turned around to lay on top of you. “I would want nothing but to scream into the galaxy that I’m madly in love with you,” He squeezed your side, making you squirm. “But for now, just for a while-”

“I know, I know. We should enjoy having this for just us, just for a little while.” You finished, pulling him in to kiss him. “You’re going to have to keep it professional, though.”

“What are you talking about? I’m always professional.” Much in disregard of his own words, his lips started attacking your neck leaving delicious open mouth kisses on it.

“I mean no cute little nicknames, no calling me ‘sweetheart’ in public, no sneaky looks,” Poe whined, writhing his hips against yours as he complained. “Definitely not that.” You whispered that last part, fingers sneaking up to his tangled curls.

“I can behave, sweetheart, if that’s what you’re worried about.” The way he said that, with that love-drunk smile on his face, told you just how much trouble you were in. “Can you?”

You matched his daring smile, quickly thinking and catching him off guard as you pushed him to his back and straddled his hips. “Of course I can.”

You could deal with the rest of the galaxy some other day, because right then there was nowhere you’d rather be than in Poe’s arms.

🚀✨🚀✨🚀✨🚀✨🚀✨🚀✨🚀✨🚀✨

Thanks for reading! Please reblog and comment if you enjoyed it!

#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron fluff #poe dameron x you #poe x you #poe x reader #poe dameron x y/n #poe dameron au #poe dameron fanfiction #poe dameron fanfic #poe dameron fic

178 notes · View notes

happy-beeeps · 5 months

Text

Day 9/10: Sweater and Boots

Summary: you and Din bundle up for a walk through an idyllic winter town.

WC: 1.1k

Warnings: none!

“Ok, are we feeling warm bud?”

You get a noncommittal babble of a response from Grogu, typical, as he wiggles in front of you. He’s bundled up as best you can get him, and Din is nervously puttering around behind you.

“You sure he’s fine?”

“Din, he’s fine. It was colder on the last system we took him to.”

He gives a grunt in an answer, before moving towards the rucksack of clothes he hangs in one of the door jams of the ship—you’ve been lovingly referring to it as his closet.

He comes out carrying a thick, black bundle of fabric that looks all too familiar.

“But are you going to be fine?” He hands the fabric to you and you hold it open. It’s his sweater, one of the ones he wears beneath his armor on colder systems. It’s big and heavy and so deliciously warm, and you put it on over the wool underlayer you were hoping to compensate with a heavy scarf.

In fact, he is quick to pull your scarf back on, wrapping it up and over your neck and around your head.

“Lose 30% of your body heat with your exposed.”

“Bet you’re always toasty in there then,” you tap his chest and he chuckles, adjusting your scarf again.

“I don’t just wear it for looks.”

You pick up Grogu and hold him to your chest while you wrap a loose bundle of fabric around your torso. Not only do you not have to worry about losing the little guy on your walk, but now you get to share a little extra body heat.

Din is already at your feet, holding your thick, woolen boots in front of you, lightly tapping an ankle for you to lift your foot in. It’s a little ritual you’ve picked up as so many systems have entered a winter-esque season on your travels, while you distract Grogu, Din gently guides your foot in your boot.

He pauses before he puts the second one on, and you can feel his gaze heavy on you. You wiggle your toes, already knowing the words coming out of his mouth.

“Are those… lothcats.”

“And what about it?”

He laughs, quietly, then, “What happened to the porgs?”

The rest of your foot is guided into the boot, and your spread your toes wide on the squishy fabric. “I lost my left sock, so if you see any porg stuff, you let me know.”

“Deal.”

This system is cute. It’s quaint, which made it ideal for a supply run, and just populated enough to attract the safety in crowds. It’s also not ridiculously cold, and beneath Din’s sweater and your scarf, you’re comfortably warm as you walk through the town.

The buildings are all cream and dark wood, and people bustle in and out of them carrying food, bolts of fabric, and wrapped gifts. Outside, patrons chat with one another in a few languages, some you can recognize and others that sound foreign to you. It’s a delightful sound, lilting and bright with hard consonants and long, drawn out language.

Honestly, you’re just surprised it’s so dark. According to your chrono, it should only be a little after midday, yet the sun has completely set in the sky. You know that some of these systems of solar cycles so baffling that in the summer it’s bright all day long, but you’re just surprised to see it in person.

Grogu is loving the town, snuggled warm against your sweater he reaches his arms out at everyone and everything. Din walks strong next to you, one arm tucked comfortably on the small of your back. It’s nice when he’s like this, easy and relaxed, such a rare treat these days.

You go to step into a small shop when Grogu spots a sweet stand nearby, his babbles turning into cries as his small hands stretch forward. Din looks at you, the door held open, and you swat him away, gently.

“I’ll take him for a treat, he’s been good today.”

There’s a sigh, but you know he’s smiling. “He’s gonna be up all night.”

You place your hand on your cheek in mock suffering, “I guess I’ll have to share with him. How will I survive!”

Din shakes his head and moves to step into the shop, careful to touch your waist and feel for the hidden blaster tucked under your layers. When he feels adequately confident in your safety, he disappears inside.

“Cmon, let’s see what kind of trouble we can get in before your dad comes back.”

The cart in the square has warm drinks that smell of rich spices and an ooey, gooey cheese melted across a warm piece of bread. This feels like the perfect compromise between the sweets your menace of a child had been trying to get into earlier, and you’re happy to share the rich meal with him while you sip your drink in the square.

It really is a beautiful town, it reminds you of the small villages you’d seen images of on Alderaan. There’s lampposts with candles along each street corner and tall green trees with rugged bark dotted here and there. Along the cobbled streets and between the snow, red flowers dot through the earth. You could sit here forever, and you intend to ask Din the name of the system again—and how you can come back.

He’s back before you know it, a large bundle in his arms.

“Shopping spree?”

“With the way this one eats?” He looses a hand on the bundle to rub the kid’s tummy, who babbles in response to the touch. “Let’s go home.”

There’s a flurry of snow falling on the walk back, just enough to land on your lashes and crunch beneath your boots. Din is walking quickly, and notably carrying the bundle as far away from you as possible. Dads you say, there’s almost a pep in his step?

When you do get back to the ship, you quickly tuck Grogu into his pram while Din sets the supplies aside. You’ll most likely just sleep here tonight, seeing as the planet is safe enough to not have take off immediately.

When you’ve both finished your tasks, Din motions you towards the small bed you share on the Crest, something tucked ominously behind his back.

“It’s for my peace of mind, so you can’t tell me it’s too much.”

You quirk an eyebrow confused, until he places a pile of fabric in your hands. You pull the soft knit outward it’s stretches just as big as his, black and white with a little snowflake pattern embroidered in. And… wait… is that…

“Are there porgs on this!?” You squeal, and from his laugh you know you’re right. He’s already taking his helmet off and setting it beside him, and now you can see the twinkle in his eyes before you kiss him, soft and sweet. “Thank you.”

He kisses you again, then pulls you in close to his chest.

“Don’t thank me yet. Wait until we get to the porg sanctuary tomorrow.”

#star wars #the mandalorian #din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #din djarin imagine #dincember 2023

23 notes · View notes

aldieb · 3 months

Note

I wish to learn things about the vagus nerve (my enemy, my ally)

AMAZING. and that's a mood lol... the vagus nerve really has a lot to answer for given its contribution to the hyphen in the gut-brain axis

i'm mostly interested in this topic as it relates to the neuroscience of trauma, so lately i've been reading people arguing about whether or not polyvagal theory is bunk (probably). the theory builds on the foundation of the autonomic nervous system (which regulates involuntary processes like breathing and digestion) as split into the sympathetic (which activates our bodies and gets them ready for fight-or-flight type stuff) and parasympathetic (which calms our bodies down) nervous systems, with the vagus nerve being part of the latter.

but the psychologist/neuroscientist stephen porges further proposed that the parasympathetic nervous system is itself split into two more parts: one "more evolved" part associated with mammalian impulses to regulate ourselves through social connection, and one "less evolved" part that follows reptile and amphibian impulses to freeze when stressed. (he proposed this theory in 1994, but this paper from 2011 was fairly readable for me as a non-scientist.) this got people who study trauma (like my problematic fave bessel van der kolk) excited because a big issue with ptsd is overactivation of the autonomic nervous system--what if we could hack the vagus nerve and make it settle down just by making and nurturing social connections? unfortunately, there doesn't seem to be a lot of evidence for the evolutionary or physiological mechanisms behind the theory (check out this review from 2023 roasting the whole concept). porges still has like, many books published by norton (one coming out this august) and plenty of influence in the field, though.

also, this definitely doesn't close the book on the vagus nerve as a potential site for trauma treatment--now it seems like vagus nerve stimulation is the hot new thing (either using an actual device to do this or through ~self-care stuff like meditating and splashing cold water on your face).

i... don't know if any of this is something you wanted to know, but i had fun writing it instead of packing for my flight tomorrow so thanks

#ask #highladyluck #that which resembles the grave but isn’t #<- tag partly for collecting trauma scholarship but mostly for memes and angst posts #you guys need to be meaner to me bc i just realized that in the original post that inspired this ask i accidentally swapped a word so the #whole thing made no sense. but fixed it now

11 notes · View notes

thesirenbanshee · 15 days

Text

I’ve posted “Chapter 13”. It’s time to meet Finn. 😁🐎

TITLE: A Force of a Different Color

RATING: Explicit

SUMMARY:

“What is your favorite animal and your favorite color? Is it a lion, and purple? Or perhaps a porg, and blue? And, more importantly, what is your soulmate’s favorite animal and color? You’ll find out the answer when your soulmate is born . . . because you’ll suddenly shapeshift into whichever animal and color your soulmate loves best. Which can get really annoying really quickly, as ten-year-old Ben Solo learns one day when poof, he turns into a pink bunny.

Or, the crack-canonverse-shapeshifter-soulmate AU that makes, like, zero sense.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39517560/chapters/141534064

7 notes · View notes

ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask · 18 days

Note

"Thank you, I really hate it."

"Who's at your house right now?"

"The devil knows I tried."

Any for whoever you like! (Don't feel like you have to use all of them unless you want to!)

This took me a while to finally put some time together, but here we go! In honor of the season, I went with all Star Wars characters.

All prompts are taken from this list! Feel free to send me more!

"Thank you, I really hate it."

"So? What do you think?"

She looked so happy. So proud of the decorations she had somehow managed to string up around his office without him realizing. It was clear that she had worked hard on it. He didn't have it in him to tell her that it was completely out of place in a marshal commander's office.

"It looks... great," Fox finally answered.

Riyo laughed, the sound clear and clean and bright. It was probably his favorite sound. "You can be honest, Fox," she said, leaning forward to wrap her hands around his arm and lean her head on his shoulder. "I went overboard, didn't I?"

Fox started to shake his head no because he didn't have it in him to tell her that he didn't love anything she'd ever done. Because, as Thorn kept reminding him, he was entirely useless when it came to one Senator Riyo Chuchi.

Her hand caught the side of his face mid-motion. "It's okay," she said with a sweet smile, pressing her perfect lips against the corner of his mouth. "I don't even like it. It's too much."

Fox sighed. He ran a gloved hand through his hair. "Thank you," he said sincerely. "I really hate it."

Riyo laughed again. "I know," she said, kissing him again. Then she pulled away, looking out at the display skeptically. She then turned toward him, wearing a hopeful grin. "So... help me take it down?"

"Who's at your house right now?"

"Bly," Aayla Secura said, rubbing her eyes. She checked the chronometer beside her bed to confirm that it was, in fact, the middle of the night. For some reason her commander had called her and his small holographic avatar was fully kitted in armor.

"Sorry for the late call, General," Bly said in his typical no-nonsense attitude. "We've received orders from the Jedi Temple. We're..." he trailed off, eyes going wide in surprise when an arm wrapped around Aayla's waist in her bed.

The clone trooper grinned like a man who had just caught his little sister out past curfew. "General," he said in a playfully reproachful tone, "there wouldn't happen to be someone in your quarters with you, would there?"

Aayla sighed tiredly, pinching the bridge of her nose. In spite of the awkwardness of the situation, she found her body instinctively snuggling into the warm figure behind her. "I'll... I'll be up to the bridge in a few minutes," she groaned, ignoring the commander's teasing question.

"Of course, Ma'am," Bly said, grinning like the Loth-cat that ate the Porg. He leaned forward to end the call but paused for just a moment. "Tell General Fisto I say 'hello,'" he added. Then he ended the call before she had a chance to protest.

Aayla twisted on her small bed to bring herself face-to-face with her companion. "You're ridiculous," she muttered, her tone gentle in spite of her terse words. She knew that Bly was never going to let her live it down.

It wasn't even like anything had happened... she and Kit had finally had an excuse to see each other. They stayed up late catching up, and she wasn't going to make him return to his own ship when he was half-asleep. It wasn't her fault that her quarters only had one viable option for sleep furniture.

It also wasn't her fault that her fellow Jedi's arms felt so right wrapped around her throughout the night.

"Sorry," Kit replied without even a hint of apology in his voice. He smiled - not his signature smile for which he was known, but a small, intimate grin that he reserved only for her - as she ran a finger along his jawline.

His deep, dark eyes fluttered open and caught hers, and for a moment she forgot what she had been annoyed about. Unfortunately for them, time was never something they had much of.

"Duty calls," she sighed, sadly pulling herself out of his grip. He playfully held onto her for just a moment, and she couldn't help imagining a different life - one in which they spent lazy mornings in bed, and she could allow herself to be drawn in by the almost irresistible pull of his warm arms indefinitely.

Then they both rolled out of bed and tried to make themselves look presentable. They had work to do.

"The devil knows I tried."

Derek "Hobbie" Klivian was a great pilot. He had flown through some of the most gripping battles of the Rebellion's short history, and was an Ace several times over. He was a member of the Rebellion's most decorated squadron, and that was by no accident.

Unfortunately, as good a pilot as Hobbie Klivian may be, he seemed to be even better at crashing.

This last time, though... he'd been almost sure that it was going to be his last. Rogue Squadron was running defense for the ground troops fleeing the Imperial walkers. It was a losing battle. They knew that going in... all that mattered was that the transports had made it out.

The soldiers on the ground weren't making it out fast enough. That lead walker was tearing them up. Hobbie's T-47 wasn't going to limp back to the staging area... it had taken too much damage already. But it could help them.

"Be ready to eject," Hobbie growled back to his gunner as he spun the speeder around. Ommis said something back, but Hobbie wasn't listening. He was lining up the perfect shot.

The lead AT-AT seemed to figure out what he was doing. He grinned smugly. You're too late. He jammed the throttle to maximum, the craft shaking as the walker turned its guns on them.

"Canopy, canopy, canopy!" Hobbie cried out, slapping the eject control. The cockpit canopy burst up and back, and then both he and Ommis were blasted into the air behind it. It was close... very close. Two seconds after they ejected, their crippled craft smashed through the cockpit of the walker.

Hobbie had only a moment to grin and enjoy his victory. Then a chunk of debris collided with his helmet, and everything went black.

---

The gentle whirs and beeps of a medbay were by now a familiar sound to Derek Klivian. They practically felt like home. Still, he was surprised when his eyes opened again.

"Welcome back to the land of the living," cried out the overly excited voice of his squadmate Wes Janson. "You gave us a scare on that one." The other pilot reached out and roughly shook Hobbie's shoulder.

"Let go of him, Wes," he heard another pilot say. "Your going to shake his brain loose... what's left of it, anyway." When Hobbie managed to focus his eyes he found Wedge Antilles grinning down at him. "Janson's right, though," the squadron leader said, crossing his arms over his chest. "You just about got yourself this time."

"Devil knows I tried," Hobbie replied, groaning as he forced himself into a sitting position. "How's Kesin?"

"Complaining, as usual," Wes laughed. "You should see the mileage he's getting out of the medical staff. He really thinks he's going to get one of them to fall in love with him this time."

Hobbie grinned in spite of the dull throbbing pain he felt in his... everything. "Can't blame a man for trying." He caught sight of one of the nurses walking by his door and grinned wider. "I might take a shot at it myself."

Wedge rolled his eyes. "Incorrigible. All of you," he said, shaking his head like a disappointed father. He couldn't keep the smirk off his lips as he turned to Wes. "Let's go, Janson," he sighed, throwing an arm around the other man's shoulders. "Looks like we need to give Hobbie a chance to speak with the locals."

As his squadmates left the room, Hobbie laid his head back. It was surreal, surviving yet another crash. He was beyond making a pastime out of it... the words 'crash' and 'Klivian' were practically synonyms at this point.

Still, he reasoned with a shrug, it could be worse. Besides... everybody's got to have a hobby.

#star wars #prompt games #my writing #this stuff is all so corny and i'm not sorry for any of it #commander fox #riyo chuchi #foxiyo #aayla secura #kit fisto #commander bly #kit fisto x aayla secura #hobbie klivian #wes janson #wedge antilles

11 notes · View notes

porgthespacepenguin · 21 days

Note

is mr porg your spouse? if they are then it’s really cute how on tumblr your name is “porg” and they are “mr. porg”

Yes, @mrporg is my RL spouse, who recently joined Tumblr on a whim. He is an amazing person, my best friend in the whole world, and we've been married for longer than some of you have been alive. 🫣😂 (We're both old! 👴🧓)

As for his handle: it's a joking reference to how we talk about each other's spouses/partners on Discord -- a trend started by @predawnite, I think? I don't remember.

Anyway, we just thought it would be funny. 😅

#porg answers #mr porg

8 notes · View notes

starryevermore · 1 year

Text

all those chickens ✧ commander wolffe

angst city™ library | send in a request (consult request faqs first)

request: Star Wars request? reader making Gen Z references while infiltrating a base and everyone is just “wtf” but as soon as they stop it’s all hands on deck coz reader is just silent and that ain’t normal so ⭐️PaNiC⭐️ turns out…there was a lil porg and they turned comms off to save it - anon

pairing: commander wolffe x fem!reader

summary: wolffe does not understand all of the strange references you make to the culture of your home planet, earth. but, when you go silent on a mission, wolffe finds himself worried at the lack of communication.

word count: 1,835

warnings?: reader is from earth, i’ll be honest there’s a fair mix of both millennial and gen z references in this but whatcha gonna do about it, not proofread

Commander Wolffe didn’t pretend to understand you. Trying to understand you was like trying to understand the Force—it only ever gave him a migraine so intense he would rather listen to C-3PO talk for hours on end without interruption. Or, perhaps, that was a bit extreme—no one could listen to that droid talk that long without wanting to bash their head through a wall. But, nevertheless, whenever Wolffe attempted to understand the strange things you would say, the references you would make to a culture only you were familiar with, it left him with more questions than answers.

After all, why were you doing something for the vine? What the hell was a “no bones” day and why was it being determined by a geriatric animal? (A pug? What the kark was a pug?) Why did you pick up a glass of blue milk and mutter “what is wrong with you? why are you blue?” before laughing like you told the most amazing joke in the galaxy? And never mind the words and phrases themselves you would use—“rizz”, “stan”, “yeet”, “bussin’”, “vibe check”, “I��m weak”, “main character energy”, “borg”. And don’t get him started on how you would end words with “-ussy”!

It was one of the very few times that Wolffe questioned the Jedi General Plo Koon in his decision to have you join them. In Wolffe’s view, no matter what benefits you might bring to fighting the war, it was all substantially lessened by the fact that you didn’t make a bit of sense half the time. And don’t get him started about how you always seem shocked when he or his brothers didn’t understand whatever bantha shit you were going on about.

“You wouldn’t last a day on Earth,” you’d muttered once when he questioned why you put on an accent and said “airport? I’m not going to the airport.” when Wolffe said you needed to report to the hangar.

“I would sooner walk into an active battle zone without any weapons than I would step foot on your planet,” he’d said.

“Weird flex but okay.”

He didn’t miss the flash of hurt on your face, though, he said that. It was that day that he learned your planet, in a galaxy far, far, away, had been destroyed and you were one of the very few survivors. And, well, while Wolffe might not have experienced a loss on the scale of billions, he did know loss. And he knew a thing or two about trying to keep the memory of lost loved ones alive. So, while he might not have understood every strange thing you said, he didn’t give you as much of a hard time about anymore.

That said, it still confused the hell out of him everything you referenced something from your culture. Even now, as you joined the 104th on a mission and kept going on and on about things Wolffe could never dream of understanding. For a brief moment, you had even ran ahead of them, chasing after a group of porgs, until Wolffe ordered you back to his side. He couldn’t let you run out into a trap, after all.

“Look at all those chickens!” you said, looking out the porgs roaming around. The little buggers seemed to have infiltrated the Separatist base on their own. It was almost funny, actually, imaging the little critters annoying the clankers.

Comet looked at you, his head titled. His bucket shielded his facial expressions, but Wolffe was almost certain that Comet was looking at you like you said that the porgs were rancors or something equally wild. “Those are porgs?”

“It’s a reference to something on the foliage app,” Sinker said. He looked at you for confirmation. “Right?”

“It’s called Vine,” Wolffe grunted. When he looked back at you, he saw a smile on your face. His heart stuttered. (Why? You smiled all the time. It was almost annoying, how smiley you were.) “What?”

“You remembered. I thought you didn’t care when I babbled on about Earth things.”

“I neither have to care nor understand what you’re talking about to listen to you,” Wolffe said.

“I think you care,” you said. You bumped your shoulder against his. “You act like a big, strong wolf, but really you’re a sweet, little puppy. All bark, no bite.”

Wolffe barred his teeth, snarling at you, but it did little to stop the laughter echoing throughout the Wolfpack. You lifted your chin, smiling widely at him. Then, you raised your arm, your hand resting on top of his bucket, before you tapped it once, twice—pat, pat!

The Wolfpack’s laughter turned into near howls. Comet nearly doubled over. Booster slung an arm around your shoulder, tugging you closer to him. A spark rose in Wolffe’s chest. He wasn’t sure what he was more upset by—your teasing or one of his brothers touching you.

“Warthog, Y/N, go find the control room and extract the information we need. The rest of us will deal with the clankers,” Wolffe grunted, trying to stamp out his frustration as they neared the control room in the Separatist base.

He had no right to be upset, after all. Why would he? You were another member of his squad. You were a friend. That was it. Surely, there had to be some other reason that Wolffe was so bothered by this. Maybe it had something to do with it being so long since they were on leave. Maybe he was just missing companionship in general, and that was making him feel things toward you. You were, after all, the only woman he saw on a day to day basis. Yes. That’s what it was. It was nothing personal.

…Right?

Wolffe kept his focus on scouting ahead, ignoring the laughter from his brothers. As he put some distance between himself and you, Comet jogged up to join him. Kriff. This wasn’t going to be good.

His younger brother bumped his shoulder against Wolffe’s, and practically crowed, “Oh, Wolffe! You’re such a little puppy!”

“Watch it,” Wolffe growled. His grip on his blaster tightened, his knuckles turning white. “Focus on the mission.”

Sinker laughed. “C’mon, vod, how can we take you seriously when you’re all bark, no bite?”

“Oh, lay off him,” Boost said. Wolffe wanted to believe his brother was on his side, but Boost was, perhaps, probably the worst about teasing him. He knew Wolffe long enough to know all the ways to get under his skin, and he always took full advantage of it. “He just cares so much, he doesn’t know what to do with himself!”

Wolffe stomped ahead, feeling something akin to a petulant child, as his brothers’ laughter echoed around him. Why did they have to make this something it wasn’t? Why did they act like there was something there?

But, why was there this…uneasy feeling settling over him? Wolffe’s hand dropped to his comm. You hadn’t said anything for a long time. Why was that? Usually, he couldn’t get you to shut up. You always had some sort of commentary, whether it be those ridiculous Earth references or it be you just babbling on about whatever it was you were doing at the moment.

“Y/N, do you copy?” he asked into his comm.

Silence.

Panic settled deep in his chest. He repeated the question a second, then a third, time. He never got a response.

“Warthog, is Y/N with you? She’s not answering her comm.”

“Uhh…”

Wolffe almost preferred the silence. An unsure answer…Well, that usually meant there had been some sort of trouble. And if you were caught in that trouble…Wolffe shuddered at the thought. You were part of his squad. You were someone he was supposed to look out for. Wolffe wasn’t sure if he could stand it if something happened to you. He didn’t want to lose another member of his squad.

But…Well, it went deeper than that, didn’t it? If something happened…If he never got to see you smile again, if he never got to hear you laugh, if he never was left scratching his head at some strange thing you said, Wolffe’s life would feel incomplete. He would miss you. He would more than miss you. He would tear apart the entire galaxy if it meant getting revenge on whoever would hurt a hair on your head.

“Yes or no, trooper?” Wolffe barked.

“Well, she was just here, sir. And now…she’s not.”

“What the kark is that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t know! I just looked up and she was gone!”

“Well, find her!” Wolffe snapped.

As Wolffe turned to look for you, too, he shot at a couple of clankers that had rounded the corner before taking off in search of you. Kriff. Was he the only one whose brain fully formed? Why the hell would you just wander off like that? Why the hell wouldn’t Warthog immediately report that? Why the hell didn’t Warthog keep a closer eye on you? Anything could happen out here!

“What’s wrong?” Comet asked, firing at a clanker, as he saw Wolffe double back. “Are we retreating?”

“Warthog lost Y/N,“ he growled.

“Damn. Better go find your girl then,” Comet said.

“She’s not—just, watch my six, okay?”

Thankfully, he didn’t need to go far. As he neared the control room, he saw blaster fire and a clanker fall, then heard your voice as you said, “There ya go, baby. Evil droid is all gone!”

“What the kriff do you think you’re doing?” Wolffe asked when he got nearer.

“Was saving this little fella,” you said. You were cradling the porg in your arms as if it were a baby. When you looked up at Wolffe, your eyes were wide, your lips in a pout. He fought the urge to reach out, grab you by the face, and kiss you until you couldn’t breathe. “Can we keep him, please? He could be the mascot of the 104th!”

“…I’m going to pretend you didn’t ask that.”

“He’s just a baby! Say hi, baby!” you cooed. You lifted the porg, which squawked in Wolffe’s face.

Wolffe reached out, grasping your arm in his hand, and began tugging you away. “C’mon, we got what we needed. Let’s get outta here.”

“But the baby—”

“…Take it up with the General.” Wolffe paused, then took a moment to look you over, make sure that you didn’t earn any injuries in your impromptu rescue mission. “And, Y/N…?”

“Yes?”

“…don’t ever go silent on me like that again.”

A smile tugged at your lips. “Even if it means you have to listen to my silly little Earth references?”

Wolffe almost held back, almost didn’t say what he was thinking. But, well…He really didn’t like it when he thought something had happened to you. And so he said, “I would rather hear your strange references than never hear from you again.”

And he meant every word.

106 notes · View notes

acersthings · 2 years

Text

Let Me Help You - 3

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

<; previous

Summary: Anakin starts getting suspicious about his Masters' feelings for each other and starts asking questions. You, on the other hand, are dealing with the cold shoulder from Obi-Wan and your injured leg. Will things ever get better?

A/N: This will probably be the last part of, "Let Me Help You." I just wanted to say thank you for the love the first part has been getting!

Word Count: 2,300

You and Anakin walked down to the Jedi Temple's dining hall in silence. With occasional glances from Anakin and his sighs to try to get your attention, you knew he would be asking so many questions.

You tried to walk the best you could without grabbing onto Anakin for help. It was hard. Even Anakin noticed something but didn't ask. Surprising.

Anakin went to one line while you went to the other. You grabbed a simple Naboo fruit bowl while Anakin grabbed a huge meal consisting of roasted porg. The two of you sat down and slowly began eating your meals.

"Sooo-"

"Don't," you quickly cut off Anakin, continuing to eat your fruit.

"It was worth a shot," Anakin shrugged, stuffing his face with food.

Sighing, you looked up at the young Padawan. He was slowly smirking and looked around his environment innocently. You knew that he thought he would get his way. And somehow, he did.

Dropping your fork, you sat up straight and rested your elbows on the table.

"This is the only time I'll be answering your questions so go. You won't be getting anything from Obi-Wan."

Anakin chuckled, celebrating that his tactics worked, and looked at you. You saw the look on his face. You could see the gears turning in his head and all the questions he had forming.

"When did you guys get together?" His smile grew even wider.

You scoffed, "We aren't together," you tried to be quiet as there were other Jedi nearby, "we were just in a heated argument."

"Oh," his smile diminished, "I thought you were."

You began eating your fruit again while he started the questionnaire again.

"Did he tell you how he feels about you?"

"Yeah, very brief-," you stopped, "how did you know that?"

Anakin realized what he said and started stumbling over his words.

"I-uhm-I overheard you! When I walked around the corner! Ha, ha, yeah."

"Anakin."

You glared right at him. You had a good skill of knowing when someone was lying or when they weren't. You didn't really have to decipher Anakin's lying since he was very obvious with his stuttering. Anakin was a great Padawan and a wonderful Jedi learner but never a good liar.

"Obi-Wan and I, when we aren't bickering at each other, we actually have civil conversations. One day, he told me about how he had an emotional connection to someone. He said that he knew it was against the code but he didn't care."

"Did he tell you me?"

"No," he shook his head, "I guessed because you are the only person he ever talks to for fun except me. Everyone else...it's all Jedi business. He never really has any fun."

You nodded your head and rubbed your temples.

"When he talks about you," Anakin continued, "it's like he never joined the Jedi. His mood instantly changes when you walk into the room. He gets all nervous and excited. I've never seen him act like that. You know him, all serious and rigid. But, that all disappears when you are even remotely close to him."

You smiled, comprehending what Anakin was telling you. Obi-Wan had a crush on you. And apparently, a big crush.

"You should talk to him," Anakin suggested, finishing his food.

"I highly doubt he wants to talk to me after I just left him," you finished your food as well, pushing it to the side.

"At least try," Anakin stood up, "you never know."

You watched as Anakin left, knowing he was going to ask more people about you and Obi-Wan. You laughed to yourself. That boy is going to be the death of you.

........................................................................................................................

The next couple of days were absolute torture. Your leg wasn't getting any better, Obi-Wan had been ignoring you, and Anakin wouldn't stop asking questions. You didn't know if it was going to get any better.

Anakin and you had been meeting up for lunch since that incident in the hallway with Obi-Wan. It was nice to have Anakin, but his questions weren't so nice.

Anakin hadn't shown up for lunch today, getting called in by Mace Windu. They probably had some short assignments for him.

You were bouncing your knee in anticipation. Biting your nails and almost pulling out your hair, you couldn't wait any longer. You had to talk to Obi-Wan. No matter what he said. You missed him.

You leaned on the dining table, getting up slowly. You cleaned up your dishes and walked toward the training rooms. If you knew Obi-Wan, and you did, he would be focusing on his training after something like....that....happened. You sensed his signature in the second room.

Bracing yourself, you opened up the door. You looked around and saw Obi-Wan, packing up his stuff.

"Did you just finish?" You asked, making him stop. He wasn't expecting you to be there, talking to him.

"Why, yes I did, Master L/n."

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He never called you your title when it was just the two of you. He only ever did it in front of the other Jedi.

"I wanted to talk about what happ-"

"It's all right. No hard feelings. It was ridiculous. Feelings are against the code and it was a heat-in-the-moment decision."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. It's like the Obi-Wan you loved was gone and it was now a hard-headed Jedi Code lover. Obi-Wan has always respected the Code but not this much.

"What?"

He turned around and faced you. He saw the confusion and hurt on your face.

"It was just a distraction. I need to focus on my training and missions. I'm sorry for misleading you."

You glared at him and scoffed, "Are you kidding me right now? Is Anakin behind this because if so, you guys got me."

"My Padawan surely had nothing to do with my decision. It's time we grow up and focus on the Jedi, not our feelings," Obi-Wan started walking past you. You quickly grabbed his arm and spun him around.

"So, you're telling me," you leaned closer to his face, "if I kissed you right now, you would have no feelings for me."

Obi-Wan's eyes flickered between your lips and your eyes, "Correct."

"Well then," you challenged, "let's see."

You closed the distance between the two of you, meeting his lips. Your soft lips danced around his softer lips, creating a perfect rhythm. His beard scratched your face which wasn't an unpleasant feeling. You backed away slowly, opening your eyes to meet his blue orbs.

"So?" You smirked.

He pulled his arm away and nodded, "Goodbye, Master L/n."

The Jedi Master left you in your heavily confused state. You had no idea what variant of Obi-Wan just left, but you knew it wasn't yours. He would have said something. He wouldn't have just left you. That was your first kiss with him. Based on what Anakin told you earlier, you knew he wouldn't just leave.

Your fingers brushed your cheek, where his beard had touched you. You felt the ghost of his lips on yours. You wanted to tell yourself that this was just a dream and you didn't just waste your first kiss to prove him right.

At this point, your leg, and heart, were throbbing. You wanted to rest. Your jaw had been dropped for the past couple of minutes and you didn't even notice. Fixing your composure, you walked out of the room and limped towards your room. Hopefully, your dreams would be kind to you.

..............................................................................................................................

"Goodbye Master L/n."

Obi-Wan left the training room, drowsed in heavy regret. He shouldn't have said those harsh words to you. He shouldn't have been so cold after his first kiss with you. He regretted his every action. But, he knew it was what was best. He could never give you what you deserved. A happy life. A healthy relationship. You wanted a love that would last forever. He wanted the same thing with you but knew he would've broken your heart. He knew there were better people out there for you. If the time had come when you wanted to leave the Jedi Order, he wouldn't follow you. That's why he had to push you away.

While waiting for the elevator's doors to open, he was surprised to see Anakin, running toward him.

"Master, fancy meeting you here."

"Young one, this is the Jedi Temple. It's not a coincidence to see each other once in a while."

The elevator dinged and opened.

"Well," Obi-Wan smiled, "I'll see you."

Obi-Wan walked onto the elevator and hit the floor he wanted to go to.

"Wait!" Anakin slammed his hand on the door, blocking its way to close.

"Yes?" Obi-Wan breathed in annoyance.

"What? Is it a problem that I want to spend time with my very talented Master?" Anakin stepped to the left of Obi-Wan, smiling.

Obi-Wan sighed, "What do you want, Padawan? I'm not in a very talkative mood."

Anakin glanced, "And why is that?”

"I have ruined my chance with Y/n. There. I said it," the auburn-haired Jedi snapped.

Anakin nodded his head slowly, being very quiet. Obi-Wan turned his head to look at his Padawan.

"Don't you have anything to say?"

Anakin quickly turned his head towards his Master, "Not at all."

He looked away, smiling. Obi-Wan continued looking at his Padawan.

"Do you know something?"

"Nope."

"Why aren't you saying anything?"

"As I did say, I have nothing to say."

"Then you know something."

"Master, I don't."

"Anakin."

"The only thing I do know is that your feelings for a certain Master are growing because of something that happened but you're denying those feelings because you feel like Master Y/n would be happier with someone else because you're, oh so, devoted to the Jedi Code but really deep inside, you know you belong together."

Anakin's run-on sentence really freaked out his Master. Only because he knew his Padawan was right. He was exactly right.

"Have you been waiting to say that?"

"Yeah, it was so hard to hold it in," Anakin laughed.

Obi-Wan chuckled softly, looking down, "What should I do?"

"You screwed up. We all do," the elevator halted to a stop, allowing the two to start walking, "but, here's what you are gonna do. You are going to talk and tell them how you feel about this whole situation. Respect them, no matter what they say back."

"Okay. Thank you, Anakin. I'll do it tomorrow."

"Nope!" Anakin cheerily answered.

"What?"

"You are going to do it right now. Don't you realize where you are?"

Obi-Wan finally paid attention to his surroundings and realized that Anakin had led him to your room.

"You little-"

"Tell me how it goes," Anakin gave his Master a thumbs up and dashed around the corner.

Obi-Wan crossed his arms and sighed. So much had been happening between the two of you that he wished it never did. He wished that it was just a couple of weeks ago when you two were laughing over something Anakin did.

The door opened suddenly.

..............................................................................................................................

Feeling the presence of Obi-Wan, you walked towards your door and opened it. You saw him, standing there so confidently.

"What do you want?" You asked coldly.

"I want to talk to you."

"Yeah, I tried doing that earlier," you glared at him, "but someone had an attitude."

"Please," he begged.

Oh.

You took in that he was actually being serious.

"Fine."

You allowed him to step into your room. You watched as he stepped in cautiously.

"What do you want to talk about?"

He sighed, his back turned to face you, "I wanted to apologize for my words earlier."

"You think?"

"Y/n," he turned around, "let me talk."

You saw the emotions swirling around in his eyes and you decided to stop, your arms falling to your side. He took a step closer, so close that you could smell his comforting smell.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all of it. I'm sorry for running. I'm sorry for pushing you away. I only did that because I feel like there are so many other better people out there than me that you could be with. I know that one day you would want to leave the Jedi Order to fulfill your love life. I feared that one day would come and I wouldn't want to come with you. I respect the Jedi Code. It's all I have ever known. But, when you came into my life, that all changed. Here I am, right now, telling you I would do anything for you. Even if that means leaving the Jedi Order behind or forbidding the Code."

Your eyes teared up at his thoughtful words. You walked towards him, surrounding his bearded face with your hands.

"I'm sorry, too. I'm sorry for not telling you that I knew. I'm sorry for causing you all this confusion. You've always been there for me from when I first arrived here, to this injury, to now. This whole thing was pointless because the outcome would've been the same."

Obi-Wan's breath hitched, "How so?"

"You would've still ended up kissing me."

Obi-Wan didn't waste any time, pulling you into him. He kissed you like your lips were the vaccine to his sickness. You matched his rhythm like a beat to a song. You ran your hands through his long mullet, receiving a groan from him. You slowed the kiss down and rested your forehead on his.

"You are really willing to go against the Jedi Code for me?" You asked.

"I'd do anything for you, darling."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

#obiwankenobi #star wars #obi wan kenobi #ewan mcgregor #ewan mcgregor x reader #anakin skywalker #hayden christensen #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan imagine #obi wan x reader #obi wan series

272 notes · View notes