#Ben Solo Butterfly

[didipin]

My fellow Reylos,

Are you thinking what I'm thinking??

>:3

#reylo #ben solo #rey from nowhere #kylo x rey #ben x rey #kylo ren #lirika matoshi #blue butterfly #🦋

[lucylucius]

nose kiss 🧡✨

#my art #reylo #ben solo #rey #star wars fanart #adam driver #daisy ridley #may 2022 #orange art #reylo kiss #the butterfly hairclip is a gift from ben 🦋

[benthelastskywalker]

In the 2nd season of The Mandalorian, when Grugu interacts with the blue butterflies, that could have been happening at the same time that Ben was rescuing those blue butterflies in the roll out shorts. He's the right age for it.

#star wars #ben solo #the mandalorian #blue butterfly #just thought of this today #new headcanon

[candycanes19]

This is my attempt at writing Secret Service Ben Solo. Warnings: SMUT

#secret service!ben #secret service!ben x reader #adam driver #ben solo #star wars sequel trilogy #butterfly #candycanes19

[harrysmimi]

Coffee And Pancakes

Synopsis: One where Harry visits this cafe everyday for this one person he likes (requested)

CW: mentions/slivers chronic pain pls put your mental health first and read with caution if it if something that bothers you. I wrote this because it hit home to me the most combining two requests I got.

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Harry very much liked to visit new cafes in the city everytime. Especially if they served healthy breakfast options.

This Cafe restaurant he goes to particularly caught his special interest, all because of this barista who works there. He saw her the very first day he decided to check out the place, he noticed she was wearing his a crewneck from his old solo merch instantly telling him she was a fan. She also wore a baby green baseball hat to hide the hairnet which he saw every employee wearing. His favourite was her big glasses with dainty frame she wore always.

Since then everytime he visits he liked to watch as she tries not to freak out and take each of his orders, how she stutters even though he orders the same thing everyday he goes there. He liked to talk to her, her name is YN and she works there full-time, he's gotten to know that much about her so far.

But he also remembers her mentioning how Niall once reacted to her video of singing his song on some YouTube channel a few years ago when she was talking about One Direction with her this one very beautiful day. She even suggested he does the same and his fans would love to see that.

Today he was accompanied by his friends and his sister as they were going to catch up after a long time. Gemma has been bugging him to hang out with her so he took out the day for her as his usual schedule consists of going on a walk, after a shower head to the cafe and go straight to studios. He needs to give his family some time too!

Though it made him a teeny bit upset he couldn't talk to YN. But there was always another day, unless she decided to quit her job for some reason. He also really enjoyed his day with his sister and their mum also joined them later.

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It wasn't until the next four days Harry got to see YN again, apparently she wasn't there for work for some reason. It was a friday so he had to wait the weekend but his heart was broke again he didn't find her there on Monday either. He was again disappointed today thinking he wasn't going to see hee there and her friends didn't know when she'd be returning, he didn't ask that because that would be creepy but he over heard a few of her friends talking about her.

Did she quit her job?

He still needed a coffee so he still went the cafe and planned to directly head to studio, call Mitch and Ben early today. Just as he entered the shop he could take a few peaks at the same baby green hat he saw everyday by the coffee machines. Harry's tummy started fluttering with butterflies as he did. He ordered his usual coffe and Pancakes with extra maple syrup.

"Hey you," he heard her voice chirp as she loaded the espresso machine.

"Hey you," he couldn't help the smile which dared to take over his features, "haven't seen you here in a while, how are you?"

"I'm good, I am good," she nodded still getting on with her work, she took out almond milk from the fridge as she poured it into the metal jug and proceeded towards the frother. "How are you? I wasn't in for work for two days, graduated last Friday."

"Oh, congratulations!" he was quite amused by the new information, "what did you major in?"

"In Indian classical music, minored in music history." She seemed very proud of herself though he was quite unsure if it was the degree she was talking about or the pretty design he poured onto the latte she just made, a little swan he could make it out to be.

"Impressive." He commented earning a soft puff of giggle from her. He swore his heart broke into a million pieces then and then watching that smile and giggles of her voice.

"Just a minute." She excused herself and called out the customer who's order was just made, and proceeded to make his coffee.

Harry truly didn't know how to take the conversation ahead. He didn't wanted to ask her what her future plans are with music, it truly had him fascinated because well he's a musician himself!

"Here are your pancakes with extra maple syrup and coffee." YN gave Harry his order, "enjoy!"

"Thank you so much, love." He smiled taking the tray from her as he went to his original spot next to coffee station where she's usually doing her job. He saw she'd drawn a little smily at the end of his name on the cup, something she'd do here and there to show off her doodling skills.

The cafe was silent, there was no ruckus by angry entitled customers as he read his book and indulged his breakfast. It wasn't until a teenage couple walked in and he noticed a bit of banter going on at the cash counter.

"Come on, you drive a fucking tesla, how is one coffee going to affect you?" The young guy said, YN was stood right there with nothing but anger and disappointment on her face.

"I work here, get out Asher." YN sighed, "Ashlyn do you still want your order?"

"Yes, please." The girl nodded and paid for her order.

"I'm going to tell Mumma about." The guy warned her.

"Go on," YN rolled her eyes, "I am not giving you any free coffee, you're old enough go get a fucking job and stop being a fucking brat that you've grown to be!" She turned to the girl, "Ashlyn your order will be ready in five."

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Now it's been almost a month to that situation but it's been on Harry's mind all this time, even though he knows It was none of his business and he's seen her deal with rude customers before but he reckoned the teen was her brother by the conversation.

YN on the other had have had enough from her family, especially her little brother. Being the second oldest of six children she has always been taken for granted. But she carried on with her work that day pushing to take care of later when she's visiting her therapist on the Friday.

Harry was sat in the cafe this morning like usual, eating away his pancakes. Promise, he doesn't eat those everyday, it's only for when his mood strikes!

"Hey Harry!" A voice called from behind catching his attention. It was his friends Kyle who he's known since school.

"Hey," Harry greeted him, "haven't seen you in a long time." They shared their usual bro-hug and sat down.

"Yeah, I've been busy lately with the restaurant we just opened." Kyle said. "Never thought you'd be the kind to go out to get breakfast, how do you like it here so far?"

"Oh, I've been coming here from last month or so." Harry smiled sheepishly not wanting to share the exact reason why he's been going there for that long, "it's quite nice in here, the staff's amazing, so is the food. You should try their muffins."

Kyle chuckled, "this is my mum's cafe, I come by to check in on stuff when she can't." He shared, "and yes the muffins are our speciality here. Grandma's recipe."

"Ah!" He smiled, finding it amusing, "no wonder why it's so good then! Gran Bunny makes the muffins."

Harry felt nostalgic. He'd go over to Kyle's whenever and his grandma would have something or other to force feed him and his friends as kids. He doubts she'd spare any of them even now that they're all grown ups pushing their thirties. Some of Harry and Kyle's would admit to online go over to the boy's house for food which he did not mind, his family loved having people over.

"Have you been to Holmes Chapel  lately?" Harry asked, be hasn't been there in a long time either.

"Yeah, I was there last week to see Granny." Kyle shared and they talked, catching up. Harry kept stealing glances at YN as she went about her work as usual catching his attention here and there. "Have you got a crush on her, mate?" Kyle said catching all of Harry's attention at once.

"No," he shook his head, "why'd you say that?"

"You're literally staring at her."

"No I'm not." Harry refused to admit it to his friend who's technically also YN's boss.

"She's a nice girl, a little too young for you I'd say. But you can try asking her out if you wish." Kyle teased his friends sat in front of him, slumped on his chair poking at the last buts of pancake on his plate drenched in maple syrup.

"What do you mean too young?"

"She started working here when she was 15, Granny says, as a cashier but she stuck around its been about good six to seven years since." Kyle shared, "she's got more patience than a turtle and has out lasted many of our older employees here."

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Harry was walking home at around eight-thirty from studio calling it a day for writing. He was frustrated with the writers block he's been trying to get over from past two weeks. Busy on his phone texting his creative director about the new single from his previous album, he bumped into someone.

"Ah!" The person hissed in pain as they stumble back on their feet.

"Oh my god, I am sorry. I wasn't looking—" he stopped seeing it was YN, he looked to his left to see he was just passing the cafe she works at. "Hey, you okay?" He enquired watching her squeeze her hand in pain. He didn't bump into her that hard, did he?

"You want me to help you with something?" He asked, concerned as she was still hissing in agony. It scared him because he didn't know what was happening, was she playing a prank on him? But he saw a sheen in her eyes before sucked in a deep breath. "Did I bump into you that hard? I'm so sorry?" He spoke again, he noticed there was keys in the keyhole of the door, she was closing up.

"Oh no, lemme see." He carefully reached for her hand to see if she's injured severely. But she wasn't.

"I, uhh, no it's okay. I'm fine." She assured him, pulling her hand hand from his.

"You sure?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure." She nodded and proceeded to lock up the door. He found it adorably weird how she used her knuckles to turn the keys. "You needed coffee this late?"

"No, no I was on my way back home." He shared, "are you sure I didnt hurt you?"

"No you didn't, you're fine. I'm fine." She rushed.

"You work this late?"

"No, took up extra shifts for this month." She shared.

"Okay." He nodded, stood there awkwardly not knowing what to say. She sighed.

"Okay I'll take your leave now, have a good night, Harry." She smiled. Harry swore his heart was about to burst.

"Uhh, yeah. Good night." He nodded, trying to reciprocate the same smile without coming out as a creep. She started her little penguin-esque walk upto the side walk all bundled up in her oversized hoodie and her coat, it was getting colder. He watched her unlock a Tesla — so that douche bag wasn't wrong about it!— and was about to get in before he rushed upto her. "Hey, YN?"

"Hmm?" She turned to him, her car door between them.

"Are you free tomorrow after work?"

'Oh my god! Okay it's happening!' the inner Michael Scott started screaming inside his mind as he asked the question. But she looked at him confused.

"I don't have worked tomorrow, why?" She said canting her head a side, a smile threatening to tug on the corner of her lips.

"I, ehm, wanted to—" he stuttered feeling his throat go dry in instant, "I wanted to ask if you'd like to grab a coffee or maybe lunch?" He blurt out just before rushing to add, "If, if you wish."

YN swallowed thickly as she looked at him for a moment longer, not believing what was really happening. The guy she spent minority of her childhood and all of her teenage years obsessing over is asking her to grab a coffe with him? Is she dreaming? She contemplated how to answer him, not wanting to break his heart. No one has asked her out since she was in highschool and that too ended horribly to add to her many traumas.

"I... uhh... Harry!" She found it difficult to find words from her vocabulary, "I, I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow in the morning. It might take me whole day."

She's telling the truth okay!

The way his puppy face turned into one of upset made her heart drop to her stomach, she doesn't want to turn him down. "That's okay." He sighed, looking down at his vans toeing at the concrete pavement.

"Harry?"

"Hmm?" He lifted his head up to look at her. Soft, tiredness never left her features, a gentle crease between her brows.

"I'm not turning you down," she said, catching full and more of his attention, "if you'd like we can still go grab dinner or go the next day."

"I, ehm, yeah I'd like that." He nodded, rubbing a nervous finger under his nose, his classic move when he's nervous. "I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"Yeah." She nodded.

"This would sound stupid," he mumbled under his breath before taking a careful step closer to her, but she heard him, "can I get your number so I can text you tomorrow?"

"Sure." She smiled. He's sure he's as red as an apple as he felt heat rush upto his cheeks and find it amusing enough to smile at. He fished out his phone from his back pocket and unlocked it before he handed it to her. She took his phone with her shaky hands as she typed in her number and name. Was it that cold? She didn't seemed nervous. Maybe it's just the minor adrenaline rush keeping him warm to even notice, it's nearing October. He even sent her a smiley made of colon and end parenthesis so she knows it's him.

"Shouldn't hold you back longer it's getting late." He said taking his phone from her and checking her new contact in his phone to make sure he doesn't text the wrong number later.

"Mhmm. See you." She said with a petite wave tickling at her finger tips. He waved back and waited for her safely get in her car and drive off before he headed back home himself.

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Harry couldn't bother to go to the cafe today, he made coffee at home today. It was pretty shitty but it was going to work and keep caffeinated him enough for the day at the studio. He felt very motivated to write today!

Though he kept picking up his phone and resting it face down back again throughout his studio session. He wanted to text YN and ask how's her doctor's visit going but that would make him appear as though he's been an obsessed creep of some sort, wouldn't it? He just can't get her off his mind there. He hoped she's doing fine even though he doesn't know her that well yet.

He felt anxious to text her but he told her he was going to. Excusing himself Harry picked up his phone and headed out for a moment. Finally clicking over her contact he saw she'd saved it with her name, plain and simple, he took that extra second to add a little sparkle emoji next to her name before he started drafting her a message. There was around quarter left for six.

- Hey you,

- how's your doctor's appointment going?

He cringed at his question. Three dots appeared on his screen indicating that she's writing a response back.

YN ✨

- Hey you,

- I'm so bored sitting here !!! 😩

- how is your day going?

He chuckled at her choice of emoji at the end of her complain.

- been in studio since morning, so I'd say I'm having an amazing day.

YN ✨

- I am soooo jealous!

- hey, it's my turn now I'll text you in a bit.

He took in a long breathe of relief that it's going to be over for her and he can take her out later. He stuffed his phone back in his pocket.

"Lads, I think we should wrap up for the day." Harry announced reentering the studio room.

"I'm staying to work on this tonight." Ben said, lifting his head up from the computer to look at him.

"Have you been seeing someone?" Sarah pointed out. She has been accompanying their writings sessions lately with Mitch. "You arrive at the studio late, you leave early. What is going on?" Even Mitch shot him his own suspicious glare from where he was sat next to Ben.

Having been put up in a spot Harry froze on his spot for a moment. He wants to keep this to himself if anything further happens for a little while, "no, I'm just hungry. I'm making pasta today, do you guys want to join?"

"Nah, I'll pass this time." Mitch waved him off before getting back to jis work with Ben. He used his cooking as excuse because no one likes when he cooks. He's agree he sucks at it, especially when it comes to pasta dishes.

"I'll see you guys tomorrow." Harry said after he'd gathered his stuff, "Sarah, bring your baby tomorrow."

"Aye!" She gave him a salute as he walked out.

Harry drove back home and hopped in shower taking his time to clean up as he's gone straight to studio after his intense run after Mitch called him up to play him a new tune. Just when he was out of shower he recieved a text from YN.

YN✨

- it's finally over! 😭

- oh, I hope you don't mind me. I've been complaining since you texted me

He chuckled. Of course he doesn't mind her complains over text. He could listen to her all day, everyday if she lets him.

- it's fine love.

- do you still want to grab dinner?

Honestly, he felt more comfortable now asking her questions. And he's really looking forward to this.

- yeah, I'll be home in thirty.

He smiled checking the time. It was half past six. He typed his message leaving her enough to get home and get ready if she wishes.

- I'll come and pick you up at 8?

- is that alright?

Harry felt so stupidly smitten that everytime those three little dots appeared on his screen his heart never fails to almost jump out of his mouth. Her message came in along with her little address.

- yeah, that gives me enough time.

He threw his phone back on his bed as he walked into his closet pushing him into the biggest turmoil of the day; what is he going to wear?!

At the end he settles on a pair if regular fit jeans and his yellowish cream Bode shirt with a tank top underneath to keep him warm. He pulled out a jacket to go with it as it's already freezing cold outside as it's nearing October end. He made sure there was no dust and dirt on the piece of clothing which has been sitting in his closet for almost a year now. He left the house making sure everything is in it's place and all the windows and doors are locked.

YN on the other hand was panicking. For starters, she was stuck in traffic on her way back home, her water heater started acting up when she went to take a shower after sitting in a hospital for entire day. Plus her chronic pain did nothing but added to one and half hour she had to get ready.

It was nearing winter which meant her arthritis was going to flare up, that meant more frequent visits to her doctor and physiotherapist. October has been truly a spooky season for her from past ten year now. She was just eleven when she had a life changing diagnosis, which her parents never bothered to look at for the longest blaming it on her introvert-ness. But now she's been living alone since she moved for college, life has been more easier on her.

Living alone came with it's own perks. No one bothered her. No one told her what she can and can not do. Living alone meant more savings, especially after she found herself lucky that her grandfather left her tuition fees in his will. She was able to buy herself a flat, it's been just a year she moved into her own home, no longer having to live with creepy roommates or crappy flats. Her brother has been very jealous of her recent purchase of her Tesla, but that was a different story. No one believed her working at a cafe got her all these things, she could careless.

Just as she was starting to put on her make-up to look tad bit presentable with her tired face with massive dark circles. She got a text from Harry saying he's waiting for her. She doesn't quite know if it's a date or he wants to hang out, but she had two options which are, go out with him bare faced or make him wait for ten more minutes.

God she hates being late!

Harry had to wait all for five minutes before he got a text from YN.

YN✨

- omg I'm so sorry!

- I need five more minutes plsss

- you can come up.

- pls

- it's very cold outside!

- I feel so badddd

He laughed at her frantic texting. He recieved a number of her flat with another row of apologies and asking him to upstairs as it's very cold outside. He took up her offer after contemplating. He took the lift up to her floor and walked down the corridor finding hers. Her door was right at the very end of the hallway. It was very calm and quiet.

Taking a deep breath he tapped on her door with his knuckles not opting to ring the bell. Still hoping he was at the right door, he was proven right when her door swung open.

"Hey you," he smiled.

"Hey, please come in." She stepped aside. "I just need five more minutes. I promise I'm not like this!"

"Hey it's okay, I'll wait for you." He chuckled. She brought him a glass of water.

"Please take a seat." She gestured at the yellow sofa in her living room, "five minutes." With that she walked into her bathroom.

YN house screamed that jt was her. Though she was still adding a few touches here and there. But what caught Harry's eye apart from bright yellow sofa with two coffee brown love seats in the living room was her little dining table for two which had an aquarium on it pushed towards the wall. He never thought she'd had a pet, let alone a fish. He pulled himself a chair as he admired the beta fish living a good life in it. He saw a little yellow sticky note with a messy writing on it which said 'His Royal Highness, King McFish the first'.

He didn't realised he let out an audible laugh reading that until his own voice rang through his ears.

"Don't laugh." He heard YN call from her bathroom, probably getting ready. She walked out all ready. "I didn't name him that."

"Who did?"

"It's my neighbours daughter, I baby sit her some times." YN shared walking to her balcony and shutting the door closed. "She named him that because she was eating McDonald's that day."

"He's a royal then, isn't he?" Harry chuckled hearing the back story still watching him swim around. And he doesn't blame the little girl, the fish was really looked royal. Black fins with a yellow body, truly calming and easy on eyes to watch it swim around.

He finally looked at YN, she was ready. Dressed in a pair of brown panta, a white over sized turtle neck sweater which looked handmade. He was blown away seeing her hair which would usually be covered by a hair net at work. She'd decided to braid her long hair leaving it draped up front over her rught shoulder, her curtain bangs styled perfectly. He noticed she had even put on just a tad bit of makeup.

"I like your jumper." He commented watching walk upto the table.

"Oh!" She sounded, looking down at her jumper running smoothing sweater paw over the front, "thank you. I made it."

"I thought so." He smirked proud of his little judgement. "Are we ready to go?"

"Uh-huh," she nodded, grabbed her coat hanging on the vacant chair, slipped her phone and a chapstick into a pocket. All the while Harry waited patiently for her as she slipped on her shoes before they headed out. Like a gentleman he is, he got the door for her. He was quite liking her taking her time, it only meant he got more time himself to spend with her that way. Though he was infatuated by her pet fish for a moment there.

"Are you sure I didn't hurt you last night?" He enquired as he drove them to his favorites Italian diner, watching her squeeze her hands. Maybe he was reaching and she was just nervous.

"No, you didn't." She turned to look at him wanting to say something further but shut her mouth.

She didn't wanted to tell him her medical history there. It wasn't his fault that her body turns more fragile during colder months, it was a tiny accident. And that was her nervous tick. She's going out on dinner with Harry after all!

This was her first date (if it was because he didn't specify it when he asked her) after that shitty prom date she had, when her girlfriend ditched her last minute to go with the football team captain instead. She wasn't all that heartbroken because they were dating merely two months before. YN had best time regardless with her two best friends.

"Is this a date?" She wondered.

"Of course it is. Do you still want it to be?" Harry spoke taking her by complete surprise.

"Did I said that out loud?" YN gasped covering her mouth in disbelief. She knew it she is going to fuck it up!

"I can read minds." He shrugged glancing at her occasionally as he drove, "you were thinking way too loud."

YN just shook her head sheepishly, feeling her cheeks heat up and heart basically jumping in her ears. Harry had a good laugh teasing her there.

God, he looks even prettier in person!

She couldn't believe she's going on a date. Let alone with Harry. This was something she was sure she would be telling her grandkids in future for sure.

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Harry pulled a chair for YN before he took a seat himself. They were immediately greeted by the waiter with a menu card. She noticed it had all kinds of beverages on it, especially majority of alcoholic ones. It was a bummer she doesn't drink as alcohol clashes with her medications. She can't even drink more than half a cup of coffee a day because of that.

"Have you decided?" Harry asked.

"I, uh, I don't drink so I'll stick to water." She shared.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't ask." Harry said.

"It's okay, you didn't know."

They were handed the menu card with starters and main course. She didn't know if they were going for both so she picked both not wanting to embarrass herself more in front of Harry. She used up the rest of her time to gather her courage to talk to the waiter.

Don't get her wrong, she works in the same field but she doesn't like to go out to eat for this exact reason. It gives her major anxiety and thanks to her mither who'd forced her to take French and Italian in school that she knew how to pronounce these dishes.

"Are we ready with your order for starters, ma'am?" The waiter asked her first out of both of them, great!

She glanced at Harry once before looking down at her menu picking first thing she saw in front of her having long forgotten what she actually picked, "I'll have, uh, a Caprese Salad, please."

Now when has be eaten a salad in her whole life?

Sure her friend Alex made her and their other friend Brielle the same salad, and she picked only the cheese in it. This was going to be way more embarrassing. Harry ordered some type of soup.

"How did your doctor's appointment go, everything alright?" Harry enquired.

"Mhmm," she nodded, "just a routine check up. I, ehm, have arthritis so I tend to get more... I don't know to put this— sick... during colder months." She finally shared.

Harry felt even more bad now, he definitely did not bump into her that hard but she's already in pain, even that small bump causes her to wince in complete agony, no wonder why her hands were shaky last night. It took him long to put two and two together then and there.

"I'm sorry, love, did it hurt bad?" He felt guilt build up in his gut.

"No, Harry," she rushed, "I told you it's okay. You didn't know." She cooed, reaching for his hand over the table.

"You sure?"

"Yes, I am sure!" She assured him.

"Okay." He nodded.

"You're writing new music you said?" She asked, curious.

"Mhmm." He nodded, "quite a hassle actually. Been going through a massive creative block."

"Awh!" She cooed again.

"Enough about me, you tell me now, what made you get a degree in Music?" He asked.

"Who doesn't love music?" She shrugged, "I certainly do."

"Yeah?" He chuckled at her adorably enthusiasm.

"My grand dad was a teacher, he taught Indian classical music his whole life." She shared, "him and I were very close so I picked up from his hobby and passion."

"That's sweet." He commented, "do you sing?"

"Meh, you can say that I sound more like a dying horse. I'm more into just the art of it, that's why I took the music history too."

"Huh, interesting." He canted his head to aside as he said so, "tell me more about it."

The entire Harry urged her to talk about what she liked and she did with that much enthusiasm. Harry later went with simple Alfredo pasta and YN with some Gnocchi, they even ended up switching. The fight to split the bill was won by Harry as he asked her out, so it was all on him.

"Do you want to get icecream or something warm?" Harry asked as they walked out of the restaurant.

"It's very cold for Icecream." She reminded him.

"Then something warm it is," he opened the door to his car for her, "would you like some hot chocolate, it's a bit late for coffee I reckon?"

"Yeah. But it's on me." She said buckling up her seat belt.

"No, no," he warned her as he drove to the nearest Starbucks as that's the only place which would be open that late. The driveway on the passenger side, as YN ordered for two hot chocolates and paid for it the moment they reached the window. "Hey, you're making me upset!"

"Too bad, too bad my friend." She shrugged stuffing her wallet back in her coat pocket, he just chuckled giving up arguing with her already. He drove to the next window and finally parked in the car park.

Taking in a long breathe, he reflected on his day real quick. Or his evening you can say. He liked his time spent with her like he expected he would. He longed to hear her talk more about literally anything, than hear her calling out people come pick up their orders at the cafe. He wanted to do this again with her. Go out or hang out with her.

"I had a really good time with you, Harry." She shared, leaning back on her seat comfortably.

"Yeah?" He turned his head to look at her, "I did too."

"I know I shouldn't say this, but this doesn't feel real that I went on a date with you!" She shared hesitantly.

"Well, to put you at ease my love, I'm a narcissist so I don't mind that." He chuckled, she scoffed jokingly at his comment. She had much more to say much it can wait for some other time which is not their first date. They sat there in silence, a comfortable one might we add sipping on their hot chocolates.

"Don't make it awkward, say something." She spoke after a while.

"It's not awkward." Harry shrugged. "Is there anything to talk about?" He wondered.

"Not really." She looked at time on her watch, "I've got work tomorrow, I think we should call it a night."

"Mhmm," he sighed sadly, pulling out of the car park, he started driving back to her place.

The drive back to her place was awfully short for his liking. He stopped by her building, and got out with her.

"Thank you for going out with me." He said, "hope we could do this some time again?"

"Yeah," she smiled sheepishly. "We could do that."

"We'll plan that out soon then, yeah?" He carefully reached for her, to his surprise she slipped her hand right in his. Her felt cold against his.

"Mhmm." She nodded, "hug?" Without a word uttered Harry wrapped her in his arms, in a warm embrace making sure to be extra delicate with her. She draped her own around his shoulders. "Text me when you get back, okay?"

"I will." He nodded, with a last gentle squeeze he let her go.

"Good night." She said, gently slipping her hand from him.

"Good night, love." He waved at her as he walked back into her building.

Sighing he got back into his car, drove home with a possible second date.

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N O T E:

1) Please do leave a comment about how you like this one.

2) Reminder that my requests are open atm.

3) it really calmed me writing this one. Hehe! The way of self validations I find. But I hope the person aho requested this liked it too. 🥺

Thank you so much for reading!

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[castiwls]

out of the woods - p.d

Pairing; poe dameron x fem!reader

Synopsis; based on the song 'out of the woods' by taylor swift

Prompt; 'remember when we couldn't take the heat, i walked out said im setting you free.'

Notes; I've never written for poe so i apologise if this is ooc

masterlist | taylor swift masterlist

“So you're breaking up with me?” Poe frowned from his place behind you. He crossed his arms over his chest letting out a sigh of disbelief.

“No. I’m not breaking up with you. I’m trying to keep you safe!” You snapped turning to face him. “I can’t lose you, and I refuse to be the reason you die, Poe!” You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment, pushing back the tears which threatened to spill. 

Poe shook his head taking a step towards you. He reached out to gently grasp your arm before running a hand up it. “What happened with Ren wasn’t your fault.”

“Really?” You let out a breath. “Cause it certainly feels like it!” Part of you knew that Poe was right. That Ren would have tortured him anyway to get the map but another part of you knew that he only upped that torture when he found Poe’s connection to you.

At one point Ben Solo was someone who you’d class as a friend, you’d trained together for years before fallen to the dark. From what you knew, you were the sole survivor of the temple and that placed a large bounty on your head, and in turn Poe’s head.

“It’s safer this way,” You dropped your voice to a whisper moving to place a hand on his cheek. You felt him lean into your touch, his eyes closing slightly. “Doesn’t mean I like it.” He said taking a breath.

You nodded gently tracing your thumb over his cheek. “Promise me, when this is all over,” He gestured around him pulling back from your hand. “When we’ve won. You’ll come back to me.” He held your hands in his pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

“I promise.”

༉‧₊˚✧

Taking a breath you slowly began to walk down the ramp of the ship. Celebrations rang out all around you as more and more ships landed at the base. You’d done it. You’d actually won this war. The First order was gone for good and it seemed that peace may actually stay this time.

As you reached the bottom of the ramp you could feel people clapping you over the shoulder with congratulations as you passed. You continued to walk until you reached a clearing at the end of the base. 

You stood silently for a moment, watching the sun slowly begin to set over the planet. 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were hiding from me.” A voice called out behind you causing a smile to slowly form on your lips. “Not hiding…just waiting.” You turned to face him your smile growing.

Poe grinned brightly back at you. Besides a few cuts, he seemed relatively unscathed, much to your relief. “We won.” You slowly stepped closer to him, watching as he shrugged his shoulders. “You won. We just helped.” He pointed a finger to your chest. “You're the one who went face to face with a Sith and won.”

Letting out a quiet laugh you shook your head. “Yes, well. You were the one who took down the First Order,” You shrugged tilting your head. “I think we are both equal.”

Nodding he smiled. You both grew quiet for a moment before you felt him place a hand on your cheek. Rubbing your cheek with his thumb he stared at you for a moment. “If I recall, we had an agreement,” Poe whispered leaning down slightly. You tilted your head slightly, looking up at him. “I believe we did.” 

A pit of butterflies began to swarm in your stomach as you felt him pull you closer with his other hand. Poe stared down at you a moment longer before leaning forward to connect your lips.

Letting out a small gasp you melted into his hold. Every worry you’d had over the last few years seemed to melt away as you stood in his arms. You knew you still had a long road ahead of you in terms of fixing everything the First Order had broken, but in that moment none of that mattered.

All that mattered was that you’d won.

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[fantasticalleigh]

old concept art for the final chapter of my reylo comic Return, which i will probably never finish. these are from early 2023 and the idea was to have either ben or rey be trapped inside some sort of portal in the WBW and have the other fight to rescue them so they could return to the land of the living, basically. I never got around to drafting the rest of the plot for that last chapter but i wanted ben to really come to terms with his desire to start a new life with rey in which he is the person he always was and not the person he wanted to be, as Ben Solo and not Kylo Ren. i have many other sketches/illustrations in the vault and while it's unlikely the comic will ever be completed i'm still glad i took the plunge and made it bc i learned a lot along the way.

(the ben solo profile drawing with the butterflies in the top right of the last image is a sticker and available through my shop!)

#fantasticalleighs art #been a while since i posted art innit #reylo #reylo art #ben solo #ben solo lives #dyad #rey nobody #rey skywalker #reylo au #fantasticalleigh's art #sometimes i really do forget to let myself just be messy and not care about polishing things so much #which really sucks because yeah these are messy and jagged but i still really like them?

[lunamagicablu]

Le persone silenziose, di solito, non sono amate né apprezzate. E' più semplice provare simpatia per chi chiacchiera senza problemi, per chi è di compagnia, meglio ancora se è "l'anima della festa". Il silenzio fa paura, non è forse così? Fa risuonare nell'aria pensieri scomodi, è la strada per guardarsi dentro e scoprire tutte le proprie ombre. Ecco perché le persone taciturne sono incomprese, a volte odiate, altre volte reputate "strane". Sembra che non si possa fare a meno del chiacchiericcio, delle parole (anche futili e banali), perché ci distraggono da quello che veramente siamo. Impariamo ad apprezzare chi parla poco e ascolta molto, chi osserva senza giudicare né parlare, chi pronuncia poche parole, ma di valore. Quelle persone sono entrate nel proprio silenzio, hanno lottato contro i propri demoni e raggiunto conquiste. Attraverso i loro occhi potreste scorgere un mondo intero a voi sconosciuto, un mondo che potrà essere la chiave verso la comprensione di qualcosa di più importante di semplici parole. Perché solo chi sta in silenzio può ascoltare il battito del proprio cuore, la vibrazione delle ali di una farfalla, l'energia che ci circonda e ci attraversa. Esiste un mondo che va ben al di là di vuote parole, un luogo di meraviglia, dove il silenzio è Tutto. Pubblicato da Mirial art by_mikesch_ ************************ Silent people are usually not loved or appreciated. It is easier to feel sympathy for those who chat without problems, for those who are company, even better if they are "the life of the party". Silence is scary, isn't it? It makes uncomfortable thoughts resonate in the air, it is the way to look inside and discover all your shadows. This is why taciturn people are misunderstood, sometimes hated, other times considered "strange". It seems that we cannot do without chatter, words (even futile and banal ones), because they distract us from who we really are. We learn to appreciate those who speak little and listen a lot, those who observe without judging or speaking, those who say few but valuable words. Those people entered into their silence, fought against their demons and achieved conquests. Through their eyes you could see an entire world unknown to you, a world that could be the key to understanding something more important than simple words. Because only those who are silent can listen to the beat of their own heart, the vibration of a butterfly's wings, the energy that surrounds us and passes through us. There is a world that goes far beyond empty words, a place of wonder, where silence is Everything. Published by Mirial art by_mikesch_ 

[lucile-little-universe]

REYLO POLYMER CLAY EARRINGS AND PINS

When my passion for polymer clay meet my other great passion: reylo

Reylo has been a pillar of my literary and artistic life since 2019. I met a golden community, online friends who became friends in real life. I'll forever be grateful for it.

I choose to made some butterfly theme earrings. For those who don't know since the release of a kid show with Ben Solo in it saving blue magic butterfly, the butterfly kind of become the emblem of the reylo fandom.

I added lots of glitter to illustrate the butterflies of the cartoon which was made of sparkling crystals

The jar one is from a fanfic idea : Rey founding blue butterfly, keeping them and finding Ben thanks to them.

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[kookiestiddies]

the way we are | 2 - the party

pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader

genre: drabble series, college au, enemies to lovers >:), pining, fluff, angst, and smut (in later chapters)

➔ He got on her nerves and he knew it. She took his heart and she doesn't know it yet.

wc: 4.3k

warnings: swearing, reader is grumpy, kissing, attempted humour, typos and grammatical errors prolly, allusion to smut, bad jokes (again... it's a real problem), annoying characters maybe (oc prolly idk how to feel about her), jung hoseok (a necessary warning), jung hoseok again except I should mention that he embodies 'no thoughts just vibes" lowkey, taehyung too, taehyung showcases instigator behaviour, ben affl*ck (idk man, you're confused I'm confused), mention of queefing, kindergarten level insults.

taglist: @bubbless-world @ohitssummer @jeonsorchid

The Jeon twins made for an odd pair. 

While they lived up to their title in terms of mannerisms and speech patterns, physically, they were as different as can be. 

If it weren’t for the inky patterns that lined their arms and possibly other parts of their body, their matching set of doe eyes, and the sudden dips in each cheek that always appeared after the sight of a familiar face or a well-told joke, you could never have guessed that they were once womb-mates.

While Chaeyoung thrived in bright shades of pink and white, Jungkook opted for the brooding presence of blacks and anything else no brighter than navy blues. Where she was all softness and curves, he was a sketch-up of hard lines. On the days when Chaeyoung wore butterfly clips in her hair that complimented her flowy dress and Mary Jane heels, Jungkook styled his mullet, wore more silver jewellery than you could count, and stalked about in black stompers.

One of these days, you were fated to find out that said stompers were actually worth quite a bit. But not just yet though.

Parties were never your thing. 

Not to sound too different from other girls or anything, but you truly did prefer the comfort of your cosy shoebox dorm and a never-ending stream of meaningless online content. 

Parties were too loud, too stuffy and too stressful. That is unless you were shitfaced drunk like you were currently. 

Just a few months into your new company of friends, you were quick to learn that the whole lot of them were party animals, almost always on the lookout for nights of alcohol-induced shenanigans, and shameless whoring, twerking, strutting and queefing around as Jimin had so eloquently put, while you were decidedly not.

“You’ll come won’t you,” Chae asked you as she grasped your upper arm and looked at you with puppy eyes. 

“I won’t,” you answered with a sickeningly sick smile. 

It was on a Friday afternoon when you had been in the middle of your solo biweekly revision session that Chae’s familiar cotton candy head had popped over the sea of silence that engulfed the library. Students glanced at her with annoyance as she noisily clacked her heels over the floor to where you were seated in a single booth towards the back corner. You were also quick to notice the quiet thud of a pair of stompers that followed her suit. 

“Told you she wouldn’t be into it,” Jungkook said dismissively with a blank expression and lazily leaned against the side of your booth. “Oh c’mon, you can’t abandon me like this!” Chae whined and tightened her grip on your arm. It was starting to hurt honestly. 

The girl sitting in the booth across from you sent an angry “Shh!” in your trio’s direction. 

You lowered your head in embarrassment and gestured to the twins to quiet down. “Babe, what do you mean abandon you? I love you and everything and I truly appreciate our friendship and all, but we really haven’t known each other long enough for this to be that deep,” you said with a look on your face that said you were joking. Jungkook snorted loudly at that.

Another “SHH!” landed on you again. Bitch.

“Y/n! I can’t handle another night of taking care of Jimin and Nayeon’s horny asses. Do you have any idea the bullshit those idiots put me through?!” Chae cried. Her grip on your arm tightened even more. 

Jesus fuck, does she work out?!?

“C’mon Chae, I told you she wouldn’t be into it. You said you’d prove me wrong. You didn’t. You owe me ice cream now. Let’s go,” Jungkook said monotonously and stood up as you hopelessly pried Chae’s hands away from your arm. 

“Chae, please let go, you’re killing me here,” you whisper-scream, admittedly scared of the chick in front of you.

Luckily, the shrill ringtone of Chae’s phone suddenly cuts through the air and leads her a short way away from your booth to answer the call, gorilla grip talons and all. Both Jungkook and you notice the irritated look on the girl across and shared an awkward-embarrassed look with each other.

“What? Did you guys bet on me going to the party or something?” you redirected, looking between the twins. He shrugged. “Am I only worth some ice cream?” you joked mindlessly. 

“If you must know, it’s really cheap, grocery store ice cream…” Jungkook said quietly, but not quiet enough to escape your earshot as you massaged your arm (which will probably bruise tomorrow).

Asshole. 

“Oh? Is that so? Everyone knows that cheap, grocery store ice cream tastes miles better though, compared to whatever premium coco-mocha-pumpkin-spiced-latte-ariana-grande ice cream I’m sure your tasteless ass likes having,” you banter. 

At this, he stares at you, glides his eyes up and down your figure, and smirks. 

“I mean… I didn’t even say that that’s my taste.”

“What is your taste then?”

“Cheap, grocery store ice cream,” he says strangely with a smile.

Is he flirting with you?

....Ew.

You let out a huff at that and say, “Whatever. This is a really dumb conversation. Hope you enjoy your ice cream, whichever one it is that you end up getting,” before turning back to your work.

Jungkook was still looking at you, with what you suspected was hesitance.

You look back and raise a questioning brow at him. 

Just as he opened his mouth, Chae saunters back over and unknowingly interrupts him. “Hobi’s here,” she announces while looking around the library. All the focus you had on Jungkook is abandoned immediately as you whip your head around to look for the sight of a familiar sunshine grin.

It doesn’t take long for you to find it as its owner walks over to your group with a bickering Jimin and Taehyung in tow. Taehyung’s hands are flailing everywhere and he’s bouncing around with Jimin looking at him in ridicule while trying to get him to calm down.

“What are these idiots fighting about now,” Chae mutters under her breath.

“...but Affleck’s Batman was literally the worst okay?! His rat-ass thought he was doing the middle-age existential crisis gimmick right, except that he wasn’t. Brother Pattinson came in and fucking ate that shit!” you heard Taehyung saying passionately as the trio came within earshot, making Jimin burst out a screech while Hoseok chuckled. You sneak a glance at the girl across and you’re pretty sure you catch her shaking in anger or something.

“Hey guys,” Hoseok threw at the twins and you. You were the only one who bothered to reply with one yourself. Chae was too invested in Taehyung and Jimin’s conversation to respond while Jungkook seemed to be in a mood all of a sudden, his eyes fixated on the way Hoseok walked over and leaned against the table facing you. 

“What are they arguing about?” you ask Hoseok. Before he could answer, Jimin voices it out himself exasperatedly. 

“But what does that have to do with why JLo and him aren’t good together???” 

“It has to do with everything!”

“EXCUSE ME, BUT CAN YOU PLEASE EITHER KEEP IT DOWN OR LEAVE THE LIBRARY?!” the girl from earlier finally explodes at your seemingly ever-growing gathering.

“Jesus fuck, yes, yes! We’re leaving,” you bellow out, annoyed and terrified, and start packing up your things.

“We’re leaving?” Chae asks finally tuning in back to you.

“We are?” Taehyung asks.

“But we just got here,” Jimin adds pitifully. 

It’s your turn to be exasperated as you say “Shut up, please, all of you. We’re getting out of here and going somewhere less quiet so that we don’t seem too much like animals.” You finish packing up and head towards the exit, throwing a measly ‘sorry’ to the girl ahead of you without waiting for a response. The rest of the group moves over similarly like a school of fish.

While Jimin and Taehyung carry on their argument, this time with Jungkook joining in (he’s Team Affleck because he and Jimin are both problematic like that), Hoseok catches up to you and Chae. 

“Are you sure you’re not gonna change your mind about coming to the party?” Chae tries again.

Hoseok cuts in before you could answer, “What, you mean the one happening tomorrow night?” She nods in confirmation. “She doesn’t want to go but I want her to,” Chae whines. 

“This is gonna hurt Chae, but frankly speaking, I don’t care what you want,” you say curtly making her huff and setting Hoseok off with laughter. 

“Shut the fuck up, that wasn’t even that funny!” Chae whines at Hoseok. “No, but it’s what your entitled ass deserves,” he throws at her causing her to fume.

“Who are you calling entitled?!? Jungkook, did you hear what they’re saying about me?” she screeches at her brother. Said brother turns to her and says, “I did and I agree, you are entitled and I also don’t care about what you want.” Now the whole group is laughing along. 

“That’s it, I’m calling Nayeon, you know… a real friend,” Chae huffs and gets distracted by her phone. Hoseok takes this as an opportunity to lean over and put his arm around you. 

“I know we’re joking and all, but I’d really like it if you’d change your mind about the party,” he says softly. 

“Oh, I don’t know. It’s not really my thing, ya’know? Besides, I have Mr Byrnes class to study for. He keeps talking about a test that isn’t even in the study plan and it’s making me paranoid that he’s going to surprise us with a pop quiz one of these days,” you ramble as he listens attentively. 

“C’mon, it’s just one night. Just have some fun. And I promise that I’ll watch out for you, okay? Make sure things don’t get out of hand or let anyone force you to do anything crazy,” he says.

“What do you say?” he asks, eyes hopeful and smile as wide and bright as ever.

Of course, you said yes. 

It's so stupid. How could you refuse when he had asked so nicely? Plus, he promised to watch out for you.

So here you were, walking up to a large house set in the corner of an upper-class residential area that had college students pouring in and out of every entrance possible with Chae, Nayeon and Jimin. You honestly had no idea who’s house this was, or who even organised this party. An act of stupidity on your part you realised, because now you had no choice but to lean on your friends for safety. 

Oh well, Hoseok did promise to watch out for you, you thought as you secretly smiled to yourself.

Not secretive enough it seems as Chae tells you, “With that look on your face, I hope you’re actually excited to go to this party for the sake of having fun.”

You reply with a simple “Sure,” as your group turns into the neat little pathway leading up to the front door.

“Whether Y/n’s excited or not, I sure as hell am. God, I can’t wait to get fucked up tonight. It’s been too long,” Nayeon chirps next to you, much to Chae's chagrin.

“I’m begging you two,” Chase addresses both Nayeon and Jimin as she says, “don’t do anything you’ll regret in the morning. I’m sick of babysitting you two,” with a scoff. The perpetrators merely giggle at her as they spread out separately into the dancing crowd in the living room-turned-dancefloor.

“C’mon, let’s go out to the backyard. It’s way too early to be partying this hard,” Chase says and leads you by your hand. 

As soon as you step foot out of the house, you’re relieved to be able to breathe without the entailing smell of sweat and alcohol in the air. Towards the corner of the porch, leaning against the railing with red solo cups at hand are Jungkook and Taehyung talking with two other guys you don’t recognise. 

They’re both tall and attractive, you’re quick to notice. While one is more built all-around, the other has wide shoulders leading to a tapered waist.

“Hey guys!” Chase chirps at them. “Meet Y/n. Y/n, this is Namjoon and this is Jin,” she gestures to the built one and the one with wide shoulders in order. You greet them pleasantly before stepping aside to stand next to Taehyung while Chae rants to them about Nayeon and Jimin.

Suddenly, you feel a poke of a finger in your side. “Y/n….you’re at a college party without a drink. Tch, tch, tch,” Taehyung chastises you as he leans over. You can already smell the faint lingering of alcohol on his breath. “Sorry, I’m just really not looking to get shitfaced tonight,” you weakly say. 

“Fuck off, one drink never hurt anyone!” he retorts with a laugh. “I’ll be right back,” he says and before you could refuse, he’s already headed towards the kitchen indoors, presumably to get you a drink. 

In his absence, you notice Jungkook quietly nursing his own drink next to you. You shift your attention away from him and start looking around the backyard. 

Your eyes are searching, here, there and everywhere looking for a specific face. Where’s Hoseok? You want to text him, asking him if he’s here already, but you’ve never really texted him before. Would it be too obvious if you were to start now? In your train of overthinking, you fail to notice that the boy next to you has shifted to face you. He’s studying you, your actions, but you fail to notice. 

“Missing your loverboy?” the voice from next to you breaks you out of your reverie.

You look at Jungkook and dumbly say, “Huh?”

He chuckles and shakes his head, and curse the heavens for making him as handsome as he looks when he does so. “I asked if you’re looking for Hoseok hyung,” he says. 

“Maybe.”

“Hmm, figured as much,” he shrugs. At this, you raise a curious brow at him.

“Uhm, duh, you look like you lost your puppy or something. Huhu, where’s my boyfie, huhu,” he mimics you in a high-pitched voice. 

You look at him in disgust before saying, “Ugh, I have never and will never use the word boyfie.” It’s a weak attempt at a comeback, you already know. “Aha, but you don’t deny that you’re looking for Hoseok hyung!” he says with a grin. 

You let out a scoff at that and say, “Okay, so what? What’s it to do with you? Can you mind your own business?”

He looks like he has more to say, probably to tease you, but is cut off by Taehyung crying out “Children! Children! Please settle down, the party’s only just started. I can’t handle ya’ll bickering so soon.” You roll your eyes at Jungkook and turn away from him, making you miss out on the boyish grin he sends your way before he turns away himself to tune into Chae’s conversation with Namjoon and Jin. 

You don't blame Taehyung, if you were being honest. This is how it's been with Jungkook ever since The Textbook Incident. You're not sure if the two of you will ever be able to overcome that. The only reason you say that of course, is because he hasn't even apologised yet even though it's been months.

With that being said, you could probably the bigger person between the two of you and simply let go of all those bad memories and the ensuing hatred.

You could. If you wanted to.

Taehyung waltzes up to you and flourishes a red solo cup to you with a proud look on his face. “Ta-da! A drink for Her Highness,” he dramatically says with an even more dramatic bow. 

You giggle as you accept the drink. “Thank you, good sir,” you play along. Taehyung lets out a pleasant sigh and leans forward against the railing. His sudden silence hints to you that he might have something on his mind.

You don’t bother asking yet though, comfortable with the lack of conversation between you, and instead listening to Namjoon and Jin telling Chae about their disastrous search for a roommate. It seems like Jungkook had gone back into the house at some point.

“You guys don’t understand the number of crazy people we’ve met so far. We interviewed this one kid, a comp-sci student, who asked if we’d be okay if he were to use our storage room to keep all his blow-up “life-sized sleep dolls”. Like, what the fuck does that even mean?” Namjoon says exasperatedly. Jin shakes his head and takes a sip of his drink before saying, “I don’t think any of us here want to know what that means,” making the whole group laugh. 

“Hey, didn’t you say you wanted to find a different place to live? Somewhere closer to campus or something,” Chae asks you with a nudge of her elbow.

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot about that,” you reply. You turn to Namjoon and Jin to explain “The place I’m at now is too far away from campus, so I’m thinking about moving somewhere closer so that I don’t have to stress too much about the distance before leaving for classes.”

“Well hey, our place is less than a block from campus. If you’re interested, we can talk another day,” Jin says excitedly. Your eyes widen with excitement and you agree to meeting another day to discuss it.

While you’re busy exchanging numbers with Namjoon, Chae suddenly notices Taehyung’s silence and asks him “What’s got you thinking so deeply? Looking so serious doesn’t suit you” she says poking her tongue out teasingly at him. 

This brings Taehyung to stand straight and point at your chest area. “It’s weird you know,” he says. 

Your tit?

“My tit?” you ask aloud.

“Huh?” he asks back and realises what he’s pointing at. “What the - no! You idiot, not your tit. Your tit is fine. I meant you in general.” 

You and the others can’t control your giggles as you prod him even more, “What’s so weird about me?”

“It’s weird how you can’t seem to get along with Jungkook. He’s literally the nicest out of all of us.”

This catches you off guard as the laughter suddenly lulls down.

“What’s that supposed to mean? He’s always getting on my nerves on purpose. He’s such an idiot,” you say along with a quick apology towards Chae. She smiles strangely at you while Namjoon and Jin watch the conversation play out in silence.

“See that’s the thing, he’s never trying to get on your nerves on purpose. You just seem to always get annoyed by him all on your own,” Taehyung refutes.

“He’s right. Not to sound like I’m trying to stand up for my brother too much, but it is weird how much you can’t stand him. He doesn’t hate you the way you hate him,” Chae says the last part with a strange tone in her voice. “But it’s like you don’t even want to give him a chance to be closer with you.”

You suddenly feel cornered by the duo. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe we’re just wired into different frequencies or something. Somehow, everything he does annoys me so much. God help me if knew why,” you try to brush it off and take a large gulp of your drink. 

You wonder if it had anything to do with the lack of an apology following The Textbook Inci

Are you getting a bit tipsy right now? Probably. Eh, whatever - you think as you chug the rest of the drink.

“Maybe, it’s because you like-like him,” Taehyung says making you choke on your drink. 

Namjoon and Jin are chuckling into their cups when he says that while he stands there calmly with Chae waiting for you to finish your coughing fit.

“What the FUCK! Like-like him??” you let out an emotionless laugh and say “what are we, five? Like-like him, pfft! As if.”

You’re desperate for this conversation to end now. 

“Why? It’s not that ridiculous. It would be kind of nice if my baby brother and my best friend were to date,” Chae says with a smile and a shrug. “Besides, you what they say - there’s a thin line between love and hate…”

For a moment you’re almost touched that she called you her best friend, given that you’ve only known each other for a little over half a year now. But you���re not able to forget the context just yet.

“HAH! No offence Chae, but there is no way I could ever like, or love,  your brother.”

Of course, the universe is not on your side today (has it ever been?), because it’s at that exact moment that the man you’d been on the lookout for the whole night strides onto the patio towards you little group. 

“Oh shit, Y/n loves Jungkook? Then, I’m out of here,” Hoseok says with a teasing lilt in his voice and the insinuation of what he says makes your hearts beat faster. 

“NO! I said I don’t like him. Or love him. C’mon Hoseok, I want to dance. These rats can rot out here,” you say and drag him by his hand into the house through the swarm of bodies. 

You’re well able to notice your friends’ teasing comments follow you into the house, but not the pair of doe eyes that is fixated on you from the inner entrance to the porch area as you pass them.

Currently, you were bouncing along with Hoseok in the roomful of bodies, barely able to decipher anything other than the music booming through the space. Oh, and his hand are on your hips.

Fuck, you think to yourself. That boy has got you wrapped around his pretty little finger, literally, and he doesn’t even know it.

Or maybe he does? You don’t know. You don’t know anything right now. You’re so out of it. 

The full weight of the drink Taehyung had given earlier had finally hit you 20 minutes ago, and ever since then, you’ve been daringly thrusting your hips and grinding against Hoseok in tune to the beat of the songs playing. You’re not sure if he’s drunk himself since you didn’t see him ingest anything since you met up with him on the porch, but the way he’s grinding back onto you, gripping your hips possesively and whispering sweet nothings into your ear suggest that he might be. 

“Y/n…” he breathes out. “You look so beautiful tonight. Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. I wanted to. I thought it, but didn’t say it.”

You let out a cuckle and say “That’s okay. Thanks. You look really good tonight too.”

A minute passes of you two continuing to dance when he suddenly stops and motions you to do the same. “Can I- Can I ask you something?” he stars. The suddeness of his actions sobers you a little and you merely nod at him. “What is it?”

He seems hesitant to continue and it looks like it’s really eating him up. “What is it? You can ask me anything,” you encourage him.

“Okay, uhm, well, is there- fuck, okay,” he says before clearing his throat and looking at you pointedly. “Is there anything going on between you and Jungkook?” he asks.

“What the fuck, no!” you’re quick to refute.

His eyes widen at your response. “No? Are you sure? Are you 100% positive on that?” 

You can’t help but let out a chuckle at that.

This is so ridiculous. 

“No, Hoseok, there’s nothing going on between me and that brat Jeon Jungkook. Okay? The others were just joking around. There’s nothing happening between us. Is that what you wanted to know?” 

He visibly brightens up and says “Well yeah, because I wanted to know if what I’m about to do next would land me a punch on the face or not,” with a laugh. He comes closer to you and wraps his arms around your waist with a grin forming on his face.

“What are you going to do?” you ask, you breath getting shallower. Your heart is pounding so fast you hear your heartbeat in your ears.

“I’m going to kiss you,” he says.

And when he leans down and brings his lips to yours in a searing kiss, you’re unable to think of anything else anymore. Fuck Jungkook. Fuck everything.

All you think about is him.

Hoseok.

Hoseok.

Hoseok.

He’s such a great kisser, lips so soft and careful yet bold. While your tongues are having a passionate battle for dominance, with you losing quickly, he brings his arms to wrap tightly around your body. “Y/n…” he moans in between and you swear you’ve never heard a sound more sweeter. You’re moaning too as you brings your hands up to run through his hair and down the back of his neck.

The pair of you part after what feels like both forever and finite. “Fuck, you’re something else,” he says breathlessly. You chuckle at that, out of breath yourself. 

You take a moment to just stare at his face and you’re heart feels like it’s about to beat out of your chest. He’s taking the time to look back at you too. You see his eyes dart around your face - to your eyes, nose, hair tucked behind you ear, you lips. 

His face is lit up by the glare of the colourful lights decorating the ceiling and something else that is purely him.

Hoseok.

Sober-you would never find the balls to admit your feelings to him, but drunk-you could. 

“Hoseok…”

“Yes?”

“I-I like you.”

.

.

.

“I like you too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. How could I not?” he says with a chuckle before he closes the gaps between your lips again. 

That night, on the livingroom-turned-dancefloor of the house, who you still to this day didn’t know who it belonged to, you and Hoseok kiss and kiss and kiss until you find yourselves rushing out of the house, hand in hand. 

That night, you and Hoseok found yourselves tangled up with each other in his bed at his apartment and you stay up to watch the sunrise together. 

That night, you and Hoseok started anew as boyfriend and girlfriend. 

Unbeknownst to you, that night, while you had found yourself brimming with happiness, another soul found itself drowning in heartbreak.

notes: ya'll (me referring to maybe 10 people), this is so embarrassing. firstly, the fact that I've only jUst completed the second part of this almost HALF A YEAR since I posted the first part lmfaoo. and then... i fr thought that whatever little i was writing was actually gonna turn out to be a lot longer that a measly 4k, craaazy🤸🏽‍♀️ anyway here's the second part to wtv this is. i hope your read the warnings bcs i giggled a lot writing it. it only became crack halfway through, it was verY serious at first. enjoy👍🏼let me know your thots :8)

#jungkook fanfic #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #jungkook x female reader #jungkook college au #jungkook fic #bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts smut #jungkook scenarios #hoseok fluff #hoseok x reader

[veradragonjedi]

Blood, Blindfolds and Butterflies

CHAPTER UPDATE!!! Here's your treat!

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: The Mandalorian (TV)

Relationships: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa & Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin & Cara Dune & Boba Fett & Fennec Shand, Luke Skywalker & Han Solo, Leia Organa & Luke Skywalker & Han Solo

Characters:

Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin, Grogu, Leia Organa, Han Solo, Boba Fett, Fennec Shand, Cobb Vanth, Cara Dune, R2-D2, Ahsoka Tano, Ben Solo

Additional Tags:

Human/Vampire Relationship, Jedi Master Luke Skywalker, Luke Skywalker Needs A Hug, Good Parent Din Djarin, Soft Din Djarin, Alternate Ending, Grogu | Baby Yoda Ships Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Luke trains Din with the Darksaber, Vampire Luke, Post-The Mandalorian (TV) Season/Series 02, R2-D2 hates Din Djarin, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Whump, Mutual Pining, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Blood and Injury, Blood Drinking, Squick, Canon-Typical Violence, violence in general, Falling In Love, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Suicide Attempt, Friends To Lovers, Hurt No Comfort, Eventual Happy Ending, Slow Build, Slow Burn, Slow Romance, BAMF Luke Skywalker, Only like half the time though, The other half is, Sad Luke Skywalker, Luke Skywalker has PTSD, Luke Skywalker Has ADHD, Autistic Din Djarin, Asexual Din Djarin, Asexual Luke Skywalker, Well theyre both aspec- itll be clearer in the future i swear (Din is demi Luke is grey), Touch-Starved Luke Skywalker, WHOOOOOO, Co-parents To Lovers

Language: English

Words: 112,405 -> Chapters: 23/?

#star wars #luke skywalker #dinluke #din djarin #the mandalorian #skydalorian #vee writes #blood blindfolds and butterflies

[blood-blindfolds-and-butterflies]

~ Welcome. ~

This is a fic sideblog for @veradragonjedi ~ I am Vee! This sideblog is for, specifically, the DinLuke Vampire fic Blood, Blindfolds And Butterflies, and any and all things related to it!

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships:

Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa & Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin & Cara Dune & Boba Fett & Fennec Shand

Characters:

Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin, Grogu | Baby Yoda, Leia Organa, Han Solo, Boba Fett, Fennec Shand, Cobb Vanth, Cara Dune, Mention of Ben Solo, R2-D2, Ahsoka Tano

Additional Tags:

Human/Vampire Relationship, Jedi Master Luke Skywalker, Luke Skywalker Needs A Hug, Good Parent Din Djarin, Soft Din Djarin, Alternate Ending, Grogu | Baby Yoda Ships Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker, Luke trains Din with the Darksaber, Vampire Luke, Post-The Mandalorian (TV) Season/Series 02, R2-D2 hates Din Djarin, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Whump, Mutual Pining, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Blood and Injury, Blood Drinking, Squick, Canon-Typical Violence, violence in general, Falling In Love, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Suicide Attempt, Friends To Lovers, Hurt No Comfort, Eventual Happy Ending, Slow Build, Slow Burn, Slow Romance, BAMF Luke Skywalker, Only like half the time though, The other half is, Sad Luke Skywalker, Luke Skywalker has PTSD, Luke Skywalker Has ADHD, Autistic Din Djarin, Asexual Din Djarin, Asexual Luke Skywalker, Well theyre both aspec- itll be clearer in the future i swear (Din is demi Luke is grey), Touch-Starved Luke Skywalker, WHOOOOOO, Co-parents To Lovers

Chapters: 25? — Words: 128k

#blood blindfolds and butterflies #luke skywalker #din djarin #dinluke #dinluke fic #pinned post #blood tw #cw blood

[kylo-wrecked]

@nightmarefuele sent://

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

+ Joker, music!Ben (feel perfectly free to discard bc we never did discuss a Jokerous thing, but I snorted when I saw that one. I'm releasing it into the wild. go, be free in K's askbox.)

{ from this meme / not currently accepting }

—☾—

(freedom:)

I. Crusty Gotham (NY State of Mind: Earth 718)

Ben knows this one. Joker's not getting a rise out of him, so he's annoyed and disappointed, so the knife is limp in his leather grip. Face about the same in its demeanor. Big-time music man won't say anything; didn't even have to gag him. Wouldn't even scream. Music spits and stutters on a chewed-up police scanner, and the undercroft echoes with a few damp, tinny notes Juice Newton borrowed from Joan Collins. Goon tapping his foot to the chorus. The punchline hinges on Ben's participation and attention, which he doesn't dole out to just anyone and won't bequeath the Joker out of spite. His pose is splenetic, a pose for a shoot in bi-lighting. But eventually, Ben's eyes flick up and land somewhere below the Clown Prince's coal sockets. And on to the next scene. "Other way around, Fortunato." The clown pantomiming in some seriously fucked vaudevillian language, cupping his ear with a purple glove, miming, 'What's that?' Hate. Hate gushing through Ben's cocainestricted arteries. With every apology to God—fucking God, he hates this guy. He hates the Joker's grease-painted forehead wrinkles and whatever the fuck's the matter with his mouth. That tongue thing he does. Ben hates that he's the one bound to a chair. He hates that he's here at all. But where else would he wind up on his one, once-free night in Gotham City? At rest in his trailer? Finally, Ben lifts his chin. His lips part and how fine the bottom one would look with a split-open seam. Maybe he's soft red velvet on the inside. Finally, he speaks loud enough to be heard. "Woof," he says. Ugly smudge of a smile quirks the right corner of his mouth, nudging a mole. Usually, the 'ladies' get the chair; it's fun. Usually, it's not as creepy. Doesn't smell like mold and sewage and bad news. Ben's eyelids flutter—not looking the clown in the eyes; there's no coming back from that—and close. Lashed insects, perhaps, the clown would remove and mount like butterflies. Because maybe it'd be kind of funny. Funny gross.

Ben hates his thoughts. In lieu of myriad torture, he tries to conjure an impression of Gotham’s sunburst-patterned stainless steel spires, the calcium fumes riding its broken skyline. Ink-wet cobblestone and labyrinthine alleys, barbed-wire-topped walls shimmering with Molotow Burner bats. (The way people only look at each other if they mean business.) The Gotham he'd marry. Postcards for the final moment. Not the rendering of Gotham he’s currently painted in, the Gotham ruled by rat kings, feral cat burglars, clown radicals, crocodile people, a one-woman park, and various skull-faced men with pointy teeth. Yet here he is, Ben Solo, feet and wrists going numb, the broad range of his eye-burning-green shibori shoulders going slack, somewhere in a three-hundred-mile city that only seems endless because it's frighteningly dense and crusted over with bodies. If Ben dies in Gotham, there could be a chance he'll never be found, and no one would know that he died right here at the bottom of the opera house. Who would report him missing? Who in this rancid, rogue city would alert LE to some famous asshole for whom going missing had formerly been a hobby? Rachel might. Rachel likes to get paid. The way a clown likes to put on a show. Maybe instead of bricklaying his corpse, it'll make the front page.

#nightmarefuele #m. au | music!verse ben: nowhere man #v. bat in the rafters (music!verse remix) #open thread #{as in open to you to reply to or not} #{everything for you} #{there's a part II; shh} #queue de la k #edited: for quality assurance

[ceallaigheirinn]

Speculation about 65

By now we've all seen the trailer for 65 with its grungy, bearded Adam Driver taking on the dinosaurs in what looks like a Humanity vs. Beast vehicle.

What's there not to love? Fast-paced race to stay one step ahead of becoming a TRex's breakfast. Driver in girl-dad mode wearing an outfit that screams Ben Solo has returned from the WBW.

The ever present threat appears to be the dinosaurs. The trailer sets that up nicely in the final image that results in a jump scare: Mills being suddenly grabbed and dragged into the unknown by a likely clever girl of a velociraptor that has all the nostalgia of a Jurassic Park film without Chris Pratt crapping it up.

But what if the real race isn't to outrun the dinosaurs? What if that is just the distraction from the true threat? The title of the film gives away the true plot.

This wasn't just the age when dinosaurs roamed the earth. it's the time time frame that they all perished and the planet had a giant reboot from sudden mass-extinction event which the scientific community believe was caused by a giant meteor or asteroid.

The film sets the stage that the (likely non-earthborn) humans' survival may not be predicated on the dinosaurs, but hoping they can get off Earth before the plant killer strikes. Running from dinosaurs has been done before. Let's make the stakes even higher.

The writers drop more hints with how and where Mills finds himself on Earth. He himself lets the viewer know the ship was hit by an undocumented asteroid, one close enough that the ship was pulled into Earth's gravity. In other words, this asteroid is close enough to the planet to be its own character.

The final clue is also hiding in plain sight, strategically hidden before the bait and switch of the jump scare where we're led to believe that Mills has just become a dino snack.

There are hints this last image is later in the film. The characters are really filthy now. They have shed layers of clothing. They look exhausted. He's also limping in the shot. I'm just going to assume he survived the bait and switch of the grab and drag.

But if you pay attention to the background, it appears that fire and brimstone is raining from the sky. The extinction event is about to happen. The first bits of interstellar matter is breaking up in the atmosphere and raining down on the planet. Now, if they've survived the dinosaurs this far, the only challenge left to survive is the impending asteroid of doom.

They are not going to kill off Koa, his cute sidekick that Mills has likely and begrudgingly has come to care for. Killing off a kid would be the peak of nihilism, and this isn’t a JJ Abrams production.

Sure, Driver could still kick it in the film. He has this very distinct proclivity for dying in all of his films lately. But then there this mystery casting of Chloe Coleman.and Alexa Shipp (some sources list Nina King and not Shipp as the fourth cast member.)

They don't appear in the trailer, and they are yet mentioned as cast members. They're likely not Koa's family, as they would've perished in the crash on earth at the beginning of the film.

But could they be Mills' family, possibly in a flashback as he recalls what he left behind, either on good or bad terms. Early descriptions of Mills included that he was an opioid addict, so it is possible the characters' substance misuse has caused him to be estranged. But what if they are part of the denouement, perhaps waiting for him on the other side of a rescue where he now has a greater appreciation for family?

Yup a separate rabbit hole to explore another time. That, and the pressing question if the asteroid collision with Mills' ship is the butterfly affect that set the dinosaur extinction event in motion.. After all, collisions cause trajectories to change...

#65 movie #65 (2023) #adam driver #ariana greenblatt #dinosaurs #dinosaur #adam driver 65

[ao3feed--kylux]

Wings of a Butterfly

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/SqYlNvI

by TrivialDesires

Being the Emperor's pet has its perks at times. Coming face to face with his father after many years of betrayal, Ren has an opportunity to exact revenge. Emperor Hux learns what Ren is made of, and finds other ways he can be useful.

Words: 3070, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Characters: Kylo Ren, Ben Solo, Han Solo, Emperor Hux - Character, Armitage Hux, General Hux, Captain Phasma - Character, Poe Dameron

Relationships: kylo ren/armitage hux, Kylo Ren/General Hux, Kylo Ren/Emperor Hux, Armitage Hux/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren

Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Alternate Universe - Prostitution, Emperor Armitage Hux, Emperor Hux, Kylux - Freeform, Angst, Guys wait the tags make it sound worse than it is, It's really not actually as intense, Star Wars - Freeform, Alternate Universe, Misuse of the Force (Star Wars), Mentioned First Order (Star Wars), One Shot

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/SqYlNvI

#star wars: the force awakens #star wars: the last jedi #kylux #kylo ren #general hux #fanfic

[galaxicide]

“ Do you understand what you are? ”

@inevitablehe

The Chandrilan spring breeze had tousled up his hair beyond fixing with a light brush, and his pristine white clothes were covered in a mixture of dirt, dust and grease, with a few spots dotted about his face. He cared little for the state of his appearance, such was the disposition of most young children. All that mattered to him there and then were the tools in his small hands, ones taken from his father's toolbox in the garage, and the broken utility droid lying in the grass that he was intent on fixing all by himself whilst he sat under the mid-morning sun.

Perhaps more normal children would be at the park or playing with friends, but even at the age of four, Ben Solo knew something was weird about him. He didn't know precisely what and didn't think to ask lest his parents became alarmed that their son was too strange. Yet, he did know it was abnormal to hear the rushing waters of a river miles away or the flutter of butterfly wings. Sometimes, voices that weren't there spoke to him, and he questioned whether it was the wind, the dead or a creature. It had occurred to him that he should be fearful of the odd abilities, but the fear never came. Instead, Ben simply accepted what was somehow a part of himself as the earth did the rain.

His grandfather sat a few feet away, seemingly curious to see if his grandson could fix the droid. The two generations existed in comfortable silence without the need to exchange words, and Ben was far too busy for idle chatter. All he had left was to screw a final panel back on, and theoretically, the droid would spring back to life. Except the screwdriver Ben brought outside, which had disappeared from its spot beside him. He looked about for the tool, discovering its location a few feet away, probably blown afar by the breeze. No matter. He pushed his hand outward, and after a few seconds, the screwdriver trembled before rocketing into his hand as if it were the easiest feet to accomplish.

Ben returned to fixing his droid, and that's when his grandfather finally spoke, asking him a question that both perplexed him and made sense, for Grandpa Anakin was weird, too. But he didn't know how or why. Ben looked over at him briefly, shrugging his narrow shoulders in response before answering with a simple different.

#x. ANSWERED. ☄️ #inevitablehe #srs little boy is srs