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#Not a kiss goodbye
imxthexhandler · 1 year
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( @mcltitcdes)
The Battle at Starkiller base had been a double-edged sword. On the one hand, it was a powerful win for the Resistance; proof that they were not going to be just stomped out by the First Order. An extra boon that the base was unstable and imploded. But on the other hand, the devastation the First Order unleashed upon the Republic was hard to ignore. As a result, many systems were hesitant to give their support to the rebels.
Ris' job just became ten times more difficult.
Hells, there was no guarantee this lead with the Enarc Commissioner Coalition would even pay off, but right now, it was the best damned lead (the ONLY lead) she had to drum up some financial support for the Resistance. She gathered a few supplies in case she needed to stay longer than a day. Karé was going to drop her off before attending to her own mission for the Resistance. She already said her goodbyes to Yeshua. Now, it was time to leave.
She stepped into the hanger, looking for her ride when an all-too-familiar voice caught her attention.
"Surely, you aren't leaving without giving me a kiss, are you?" Poe teased with a smirk, flashing her the same 'kiss me' expression he always had when one of them were leaving for a mission.
Her cheeks momentarily flushed pink before she narrowed her eyes slightly in annoyance. He was just trying to rile her up, kriffing flyboy. She cleared her throat. "I already gave you a kiss, Commander Dameron. That was the promise. One kiss if you discovered Skywalker's location," Ris responded.
"True," he began, the corner of his lips twitched upward in a charming smirk. "You gave me that kiss. I'm talking about a goodbye kiss before you set off to save the galaxy," he smoothly requested. "Or how about a kiss for good luck? The last time you promised me one, we found Skywalker after all," he half-teased, his rich, brown eyes shimmering with mirth.
Ris tried to ignore the way her cheeks burned with an intense blush, the way her pulse quickened as she remembered their kiss. "Don't you have something better to do than running your mouth?" she dryly remarked.
His smirk only grew as his eyes not-so-subtly glanced down at her lips before meeting her gaze. "I could think of a couple of things," Poe commented.
"Dear Maker, get your head out of your cockpit," she huffed, her blush not fading, just further frustrating the Naboo native.
"Not thinking about flying for once," he teased.
"Ugh," she groaned. "Just shut up," she grumbled before she cupped his face with her hands and gave him the sought-after kiss.
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It was much shorter than their first previous kiss. Brief but firm, not a light peck, a purposeful kiss.
The first time she initiated a kiss in nearly one whole cycle, the first person she kissed since leaving her former fiancé to join the Resistance.
And for the second time, Poe Dameron made her nearly forget how to breathe.
She could feel him smile against her lips as she ended their kiss with a silent sigh. He leaned in slightly, gazing deeply into her eyes, looking serene and happy.
"May the Force be with you on your mission, Lieutenant," he spoke softly, almost tenderly like sharing an intimate secret with her, before he stood back, his gentle smile still gracing his lips.
...And why was it making her blush?
She knew she was staring. She knew she should stop. She knew she had to leave.
Clearing her throat, she gave a nodding salute to him. "Thank you, Commander. The Force be with you, too." Their farewells spoken, she turned and left, trying to ignore the way her heart was pounding inside of her chest.
No. This was not the time. This was not the time. They were in the middle of a war. It was time to focus on the mission.
She managed to steal one last glance before Poe turned away himself, BB-8 delivering him a message, and ran off to carry out his own mission. She couldn't explain why, but she had this feeling of dread envelope her, as though afraid this may be the last time she'd see him.
No. Don't be silly, she mentally chastised herself as she met up with Karé and prepared to leave.
It wasn't a kiss goodbye, after all. It was just a kiss for good luck.
It wasn't goodbye.
It wasn't...
...She hoped.
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blkforester · 7 months
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Kiss him before you leave
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cloysterbell · 2 years
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“This is a big ass speech. This is a big ass stop the show, this is the moral framework of the entire five years you’ve seen. Nate Ford justifies 77 episodes of Leverage in this speech, cause you know what? It is the last goddamn episode, you’re gonna know why we made the show. We didn’t make the show cause we thought it was clever or cute or fun. I always say this, no show succeeds unless somebody loves it and you know what, everybody loves this show and to me, what Nate’s saying here is important enough to say out loud. No one should be allowed to cheat and get away with it.” - John Rogers, The Long Goodbye Job DVD Commentary
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donutcats · 1 year
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can’t stop thinking about kazurei accidentally getting so into the domestic lifestyle that one day when kazuki goes to leave the house for whatever reason (running errands, visiting kyutaro, ect.) he obviously says goodbye to miri with a big kiss on her cheek and tells her to be good, and then without even thinking about it he also moves to kiss rei on the cheek, and rei automatically leans into it and mumbles see you later and it isn’t until kazuki is in the elevator that they BOTH realize what just happened and have separate but equally embarrassing meltdowns about it.
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barack-fa · 1 month
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@mars-ipan thank you so much for the ideas. It's your fault they look like this!!! ❤ you made them do this hope you uh hope you like it hahah. hah
they're so ugly. they're so perfect for each other..... . ......... I love them....
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ohrackham · 9 months
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Here's my lovely wife, Nadja. Thank you, my love.
Nadja and Laszlo in What We Do in the Shadows: Local News
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kattodoesstuff · 4 months
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The Nun and the Son of Jod
so... alecto huh
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tennant-davids · 1 month
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DOCTOR WHO 2x01 New Earth
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froschli96 · 9 months
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🗣️ Darlin', you give love a bad name
Found this in my old wip folder and it feels now more relevant than ever :)
Also these don't know why I never uploaded these they were just sitting there completely finished:
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hajihiko · 11 months
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Force of habit 🤷‍♂️
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saywhatyouwillbut · 11 months
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what’s so hilarious about min ho and kitty is that he convinces himself she’s obsessed with him, meanwhile she literally could not give less of a fuck until he confesses his love for her on a plane
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gunsatthaphan · 7 months
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😭😭😭
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oddthesungod · 11 months
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not goodbye... see you later
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willowser · 1 year
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i've never really put much thought into actual dragon dragon-king bakugou, but — what if —
you meet him for the first time in king todoroki's arena — on what you assume to be the last day of your life. over something menial like stealing a porkbun or something, and now his grace has decided that a trial-by-combat is a fitting punishment for you crimes.
only your opponent is a massive, hulking, fire-red dragon.
and you're not the only one thrown in there; a few other vagrants and miscreants, too, and they — stupidly — rush off to meet their own deaths as they try to strike him down with the blunt swords and dented shields you'd been thrown by the guards before they sealed you to your fate.
the dragon is chained up, of course, like a prized possession for the king. a large collar with inward curving spikes around his neck, which have worn scars into his scales, as well as some metal contraption around his maw to keep it shut. it doesn't hinder him useless, though, and when he tries to fly up and away from the amphitheater, the force of his wings sends you all rolling backward.
despite the fact that he's maiming people with the spines on his tail and bashing them into mush with the weight of his head — you can't help but to feel bad for him, trapped in an arena, put on display for people to taunt and laugh at. the chains look heavy, the muzzle tight; you wonder if his wings could even carry him anymore.
so you decide that the only way for you to live through this, if at all, is if you can manage to get this big boy off the ground.
while the other competitors fight the dragon for their lives, you instead rush for the chains that are nailed into the walls of the arena and smash at them with the rounded end of a shield. every time he jerks his head this way and that, or rears back on his legs, wings flapping wildly, the wall he's nailed to becomes looser and looser, starts to crumble and fall away.
and just as he turns to you — his last foe — it breaks free, and you swear, you swear, those big, red eyes of his narrow, brow furrowing, before he's jerking the chain twice. tugging it noisly, almost to get your attention.
you grab onto it just before he takes to the sky.
the rush of air is so cold and stinging that your eyes water, and you hold onto the lifeline as you're carried up and away from the kingdom, over the entirety of it, far enough that he can land safely without getting charged by the guards.
when you both hit ground, you think you're going to puke, especially as he stands tall and stretches his wings like he hasn't been able to for years — but instead of smashing you, too, to a clump in the grass, he only leans his head down to you, nudges you hard enough that you topple over.
you're still clinging to the shield and you use the edge on the nails of his muzzle, too, twisting them loose so that the iron falls away and he can stretch his jaw. show off his long, very sharp teeth that could easily tear you to bits.
and yet he doesn't. doesn't even try.
it'll be harder to get the collar off his neck, but he watches you with his slit eyes, brow arched menacingly, and nudges you to the long length of his neck. huffs until you're grabbing the spines and hauling yourself up onto him, like some kind of impossibly large horse.
and you continue on like that, for a bit; he finds a field of wild bulls and eats nearly all of them, maiming one for you before setting it aflame; you try to gather little shiny things for him, because you've heard dragons like treasure and you want to keep him, but he doesn't seem too interested; you have no family to return to, having grown up alone on the king's streets, and he becomes all you have.
you begin to feel like some chosen one from the fairytales you've heard spoken by firelight. the dragon bakugou stays with you, and the only reason you can fathom is that, maybe, he feels indebted to you — but you've saved one another, and that's what matters.
the night everything changes is when you're deep in the forest, camped up near the edge of a clear-water spring. the dragon bakugou grows lazy, curled around the perimeter of the water with his long neck and — he's a male dragon, you know, but you've got to wash yourself eventually.
you do feel a bit odd, undressing yourself as he watches, but you assume it's only out of plain and simple curiosity that he does; you assume that's why he does anything, for you, like allowing you to lay near his head when you sleep or huffing in your face until you laugh when you try to wrap your arms around his nose.
you try to pay him — an animal, a creature of fantasy — no mind as you dive below the surface, enjoying the refreshing rush of water over your skin. when you reach the bottom, tangle your hands in the gentle weeds, you feel a pang of sadness, that he might never experience such a feeling.
but when you return to the surface — he's gone.
in place at the water's edge is the collar you've never been able to loosen. rusted and creaking, looking much larger off his neck and alone in the grass, and your stomach lurches with a thousand horrible possibilities of what could have happened until —
"oi."
until you turn around and there is a massive, hulking man, naked as the day he came, with eyes the color of the scales that are dotted along his skin in stray patches. crowned in a mess of ashen hair, scars along his neck and face and arms—one of which is inked in some symbol you may have seen once. on those travellers, from the southern clans.
he, the man bakugou, you realize, has no concept of personal space — or the fact that he's totally naked and so are you — and he wastes no time in crowding into you. even rushing, a little, when you squeal and try to clamber back up the bank for your clothes.
like a stubborn boy, he pushes you into the dirt and even grins, evil and mischievous, with human teeth. you have no idea what to expect of him; men have never been too kind to you, afterall, someone without a home or family and easy to be rid of.
but he, the man bakugou, only nudges his face into yours, huffs against your cheek when you squirm, and you think, you think, you can hear some kind of quiet rumbling purr coming from the deep center of his chest.
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cassqween · 7 months
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Spoiler warning for Baldurs gate ending for laezel!
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There are times when I still wonder about you
You are someone I have loved, but never known
Broke my heart doing this in the game.. Thoughts behind this specific piece: Shadowheart actively chooses to let her go, insists upon it despite the fact Lae’zel would be willing to stay for her, despite the fact she wants her to stay. For the greater good, ‘for this is bigger than us.’
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saltseashark · 7 months
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hold me tightly lest i fall
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