#leia’s christmas tree farm

[lavendermunson]

i want you, bless my soul - eddie munson

from the candy cane box at leia's christmas tree farm

summary best friend au, with the prompt “So, um. That was something. Should we do that again?” for the one and only @onegirlmanytales thank you for requesting my love, I hope you like the direction I took and enjoy it so much!!

cw FLUFF. best friends to lovers. two oblivious idiots in love. r's first kiss. brief mention of insecurities. steve and robin cameo!

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“No one has ever kissed me… let’s just forget about it!”

You sigh, placing the freshly baked cookies on a beautiful porcelain bowl Eddie gave you last Christmas. Their scent calming every nerve your best friend decides to play with today.  All of your friends are arriving in a couple of minutes for the annual Christmas party.

“You are telling me no one has ever kissed you under the rain?”

“Eddie please, just stop it”

“No one has ever kissed you under the moonlight!”

He tries to guess. You regret telling him about your first kiss. It hasn’t happened yet… but he thinks it has, he just thinks it was bad or embarrassing because you’ve never told him. And you tell him everything, he is your best friend.

“You are never going to guess, I'm tired of this now”

He chases you around your house, as you walk with the bowl of cookies in your hands. You place them on the coffee table of your living room, alongside all the other snacks and drinks to enjoy the night. 

“I know! no one has ever kissed you under the mistletoe. That’s why you don’t have one” 

Eddie thinks he hit the jackpot, smiling brightly at you. 

“No one has ever kissed me, okay!” you snap, tired of his games. “I haven’t had my first kiss yet” 

You throw your hands in the air, standing in front of him. Eddie was the only one who didn’t know about this. The rest of your friends know, because you know they weren’t going to laugh or make fun of you. But Eddie is capable of it, not because he is mean. His personality is just like that, he is the joke expert and the prank master. This was a serious topic to you, something that kept toying with your self-esteem.

Your arms fall to the side, your hands close on a fist, white knuckles and eyes shut trying to hide the embarrassment that’s eating you alive as you wait for Eddie to laugh at you and make a hundred jokes about this. 

You wish the floor could swallow you whole.

Eddie notices the way you tense up, confessing the secret you’ve held for a long time. He thought there was some catch to it, but there wasn’t. Who the fuck can live without ever kissing your lips? he asks himself, when he has been dreaming about it since the first time he met you at the arcade. 

You were babysitting the kids, holding their quarters for them as you paced around the sticky carpet. Back when Eddie’s ears got used to quieting down everything around him except your sweet voice. 

He didn’t want to lose you, he could never. And he was sure he wasn’t your type, with your room having a Karate Kid poster and a picture of Michael Schoeffling ripped out of a magazine.

Missing the picture of Eddie Van Halen on your jewelry box, he knew your type was far away from him. 

You were never going to like him, his friends would tease him about it. They would fill Eddie’s mind with ideas that tormented him before going to bed. You are way too out of his league.

He is happy with the best friend title because he gets the best friend treatment. He gets to hug you when you see him, cuddle with you on movie nights, and hang around his trailer all day. He would never trade your presence for anything, not a metal concert, not even the fame some rockstars get overnight.

For Eddie you are everything, you mean everything. His life is so much better with you around.

But he doesn’t laugh or start making a full comedy show, instead, you hear the thump of things falling out of his pockets. His lighter, a pack of cigarettes, previously chewed gum wrapped in a piece of paper, and his van keys. He empties his pockets trying to find what he has been looking for and when he finds it, he goes around your house looking for tape.

“What are you doing with that? no one is coming here to kiss me, only our friends” 

“Well? m’lady. I doubt you want to spend another Christmas unkissed” He takes your hand, guiding you closer to him until you are both under the mistletoe. “This is how it works, you stand here, and as the rule says you kiss the person in front of you”

You watch as Eddie taps the branch with his finger. Pointing at it, then at him, and finally at you. You are exactly in the spot, you look at him. Begging him to kiss you.

You've thought about it for a while. What would it be like to kiss him? Not someone random, not a guy who coats your ears with sugar at work. Just Eddie.

The guy who sits on the edge of his bed, shirtless, and while his fingers are gentle with the strings of his guitar you can’t do anything else but admire. Trying to memorize all of his features and tattoo that scene on your head for the rest of your life.

The guy who asked you to color his tattoos, trusting your artistic eye and trying to kill time before the pizza got to his trailer. You asked for a rain check that night, knowing you’d lose your mind the second your fingers touched his bare chest.

“And who’s gonna kiss me?” you ask. 

“Uhh, Jonathan?” Eddie asks, raising one of his eyebrows. Trying to question you to see who your type is.

“I pass” 

“Steve?” Eddie’s voice cracks. If you passed at Jonathan, there’s a high chance you could say yes to Steve and he would fall to his knees, defeated. 

“I don’t think so” 

His brown eyes are wide open. Shit. Not even Steve?

“Let’s just enjoy our evening…” Unless you want to kiss me, you think.  “Let’s forget about it”

You try to escape from the compromised positions, but your legs feel heavy as you step aside. You thought Eddie was going to kiss you. 

When you try to escape, he wraps his fingers around your wrist and pulls you back to him.

“Wait”

You feel a jolt of electricity, his touch being hard on you yet not hurting. His eyes looking for yours and when you finally lock your gaze with his. He takes a deep breath, ready to risk it all.

Eddie pulls you to his chest, resting a hand on the small of your back. You feel the goosebumps all over your body, his breath tingling your lips. He notices the shine in your eyes, pleading for him to do something because you are too nervous to move.

If he wanted to kiss you, he would kiss you. That’s what you believe. 

He looks at your eyes, at your lips. Impatient, he is making you melt under his touch, and you feel your insides are screaming at him to do something. You decide to wrap your arms around his waist, afraid of him slipping through your fingers and regretting this moment.

You capture him. As he looks down at you like a starved man. 

Eddie’s mind is clouded with hundreds of thoughts. This could be so good, this could get bad and ugly. It’s your first kiss, it should be special. It should be with someone you like, Do you like him? Do you want him?

He snaps back to reality when you reach for a strand of hair that fell to his face. Tugging the curl in the back of his ear. Your fingers send shivers through his spine, feeling your gentle touch against his skin. He melts under your touch too.

“Let’s get this over with” he breathes out, digging his fingertips on the small of your back to keep you close. His lips press against yours, you close your eyes enjoying the moment. 

But it’s your first kiss. You don’t know what to do, but just as you start to panic Eddie cups your cheeks, his thumb pressing against your warm skin. 

“Relax” he whispers on your lips, taking control of the situation. You feel his lips crash with yours, dancing against them as you try to keep up with the pace.

Is this how it feels? To kiss someone for the first time, or even better, to kiss the boy you love for the first time. Your mind is in the clouds, every part of your body feels lighter as a feather.

His lips are so soft. What the actual fuck? How were you able to survive so long without this?

It’s your first kiss. But it feels like it’s Eddie’s too. He can feel his body fill up with electricity, his heart thumping against his chest – just like yours – He has kissed girls before, even boys. But this feeling is new, he is finally kissing someone he loves.

“WOAH! They are kissing” You break away from the kiss as you hear Robin’s voice. She looks at you then at Eddie, a smile showing off on her face. “Sorry, keep doing that!” 

“Good job, guys!” Steve says, pushing Robin to the kitchen as she keeps her thumbs up in the air.

Eddie shakes his head, looking down at you. Seeing that smile he loves so much as you giggle, with your body so close to his. You try to catch the air he knocked out of your lungs, keeping him pressed against you.

“Woah indeed” His eyes look at the mistletoe, at your puffy pink lips, and at your flushed cheeks. He grins proudly. 

“That was… something” you smile, scrunching up your nose as you look at his matching pink lips and cheeks.

“Should we do it again?” he asks, his chest heaving up and down. 

“Please” you whisper, feeling your body yearning for more of him.

“Anything you want, princess”

He kisses you again, this time he quickens the pace of it. You feel his tongue brush against yours causing you to whimper. He giggles at your reaction, groaning for more of you. Eddie is addicted to your taste already. If the smell of your chapstick made him crazy, this sure is going to kill him.

You start to move your tongue, feeling the closure as your teeth crash with his, and the mix of chapstick and saliva, with a touch of cigarette coats your bottom lip. You can’t get enough of the feeling of his lips keeping yours warm and nice.

“Fuck, you taste good” his shaky words come out as he takes a breather, inches from your lips. His teeth find your bottom lip, nipping at it as you open your mouth for him once again.

You won't be spending Christmas unkissed.

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[pararararablof]

Quick doodle

#obikin #obi wan and anakin #anakin skywalker #obiwan kenobi #aniobi #leia and luke #anakin and luke #and leia #that happy family Christmas tree farm adventure

[kingdomhate]

Christmas With Them Scenarios! (Part One)

Han Solo: It was your first Christmas together. Han was jittery and nervous, he's only ever had Christmas with his parents and that was when he was way younger. Especially when he would see you stringing up the different Christmas lights around the Falcon and tree. He did not want to mess this up. "Hey there, sweets. What're you up to now?" He inquires, snaking his arms securely around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder. "Hey. I'm working on these ornaments now. What do you think the pattern should be?" You ask, one hand going to hold his over your waist. He shrugs. "Whatever you think fits, dollface." You nod, gazing at the tree for a few more seconds before moving, causing Han to unwrap his hands from your waist and retract his head. With an air of curiosity you grab two different colored ornaments and hold them side by side in each of your hands, trying to determine if they will go together. Shrugging you find them appealing, so you hook them onto the tree.

"What about the presents?" Luke chimes in, coming from behind Han. "I'm workin' on it!" Han frowns at him and you chuckle softly. "No worries, I've got a handful of presents already wrapped." Han jerks his head toward you. "Did you get me one already?" You nod. "Of course. Why?" Han's frown deepens into a scowl. "Nothing, nevermind. Be right back."

He runs out of the hallway you both were in and goes down into the little workshop Leia had established. "Leia." He calls for her. "Yeah?" She calls back, her voice nonchalant as she cleans her disassembled blaster. "I need your help. With this Christmas thing." "What about it?" She questions, not turning to him. "I don't know what to get Y\N. She's already got me something." At this, Leia turns, her eyebrow raised, sighing softly. "Look, just get Y\N something that's sentimental. Something that's a part of you. Knowing her, she'll love it." Han nods, thanking Leia and racing back into the Falcon and opening a hidden compartment, grabbing a little trinket he knows is perfect. (Well, as perfect as he can get.) Entering your shared room, he hastily wraps the present. The next day, on Christmas morning, Luke, Leia, you, Chewie and Han assemble by the tree, either sitting or standing. The bottom of the tree littered with shiny wrapping paper.

"Alright! Are we ready?" You announce, distributing the appropriate presents to the twins, Chewie and Han. Han gazes at the present, although wrapped, he knew you had poured your heart and soul into each and every one of these presents. Sitting next to Han, you see as he slips you the small, squared present and smile lovingly at him, your eyes gleaming with adoration and pure happiness. Nodding to the others, you all open your presents, Luke and Leia opening theres and smiling to each other happily, Chewie grumbling\grunting just as merrily as you open Han's present for you. You gasp softly, to see a wooden, factory\partially handmade bracelet of all of the planets Han has been to. You smile at him, unable to form words, leaning in and hugging him tightly. "You deserve it."

Luke Skywalker: Still living with his aunt and uncle, he was still required to handle the harvest and take care of his Jedi duties with Ben, earning him no real breaks. However, with Christmas coming up, at dinner you announce the question you had been dying to ask of his aunt and uncle. "Do you guys think it would be bad if we all had Christmas together?" Aunt Beru takes a moment to think. "I don't see why not." You smile and nod, turning to Uncle Owen. He shrugs. "As long as Luke promises to work on the farm after." Luke nods affirmatively. "I promise."

"Then sure." More eager than ever, you finish dinner and hastily clean the dishes with precision and anticipation. You take Luke's landspeeder and scavenge the traders and ask as many people as you can if they have any parts that could be used to make multiple lights. With seemingly no hope, you ask one last person and to your surprise and relief, they had quite a few parts that you could use to make a few Christmas lights. After that, you worked diligently with Luke and Aunt Beru to create a string of lights that would fit a tree. Speaking of a tree, you had yet to get one. "I'll get it." Luke insists and you nod. "Okay, but be careful." He kisses your cheek. "Always." Before leaving to try and find a tree. In the meantime, you find (With Aunt Beru's help) a box of ornaments, mix and matched, but they would do.

Finally after a few hours Luke came back with a medium sized tree, giggling happily you go over to him, kissing him with both glee and impressiveness. Both Luke and Uncle Owen help plant the tree in a great spot inside the center of the house, quickly you string up the lights, turning them on and taking a break to eat some dinner for the night. "Do we have any ornaments?" Uncle Owen asks, gazing at Aunt Beru and then you. "Yeah, we found a box earlier." You confirm. He nods. After dinner and doing the dishes, you and Luke hook the ornaments onto the tree while Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru stand back, holding each other as they marvel at the sight of their nephew having his first Christmas with the love of his life.

Lastly, presents had to be wrapped and you were on it. You had found a custom present for Luke and a few for Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen, wrapping it in crisp paper and setting it under the tree, as you do this, Luke finishes a few for his aunt and uncle and for you. On the morning of Christmas, both you and Luke hurried to the tree and sat patiently waiting for Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen to awake. "Are you ready? Go ahead." Tells Aunt Beru. With eagerness like children, you both unwrap your presents, giving Aunt Beru and Uncle Owen their respective presents as you open the presents from each other. Opening the present you gave him, tears threatened to spill over his eyes. He was so happy. "Thank you so much, Y\N." He exclaimed, kissing you sweetly as you smile lovingly at him. "You're welcome."

As you open the present he gave you, your eyes twinkled, and you remain speechless for a few seconds. The present was a handmade ornament which was a painted version of R2-D2. You laugh quietly and turn to Luke, hugging him tightly. "It's perfect, so, so perfect."

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#star wars #fluff #hope you enjoy #han solo #my first time writing for han! #han solo x you #luke skywalker #luke skywalker x you

[scftdevil]

gavin went home twice a year. one week for christmas and one week for easter. both times, he liked to hide away on his father's christmas tree farm, helping out but mostly avoiding anyone from in town. this year marked the first time he'd come home more than once. his father's funeral. gavin spent the first week at home, taking care of the dogs, figuring out what had to be sorted before he left and what he would do with the whole place. eventually he had to go get groceries, he couldn't live off canned soup forever, and luke and leia needed food too. they were big dogs, and they ate far more than he remembered. he climbed into his father's truck, drove back into town and parked at the grocery store, sitting in the truck for a few minutes before he finally forced himself to get the damn job done. it would have been a quick in and out trip, if he didn't run right into someone else as he was entering the store. "fuck!" he cried out, boots slipping on black and white checkered floor, falling back with a hard thud as his shoulder blades screamed out in pain. @queenxfthedxmned

#gavin bond #closed starter #queenxfthedxmned

[leiainhoth]

Granola Luke meta

OKAY OKAY OKAY I've been meaning to do this for a hot minute, but here's the quick and dirty Christmas AU Luke meta

He wears earth tones, high-waisted straight-leg Levi's, overalls, loose cardigans and sweaters and jumpers with embroidered flowers and trees on them

his hair is like, idk just past his shoulders and curly. He has an elaborate plopping and diffusing routine

he has a scrunchie collection

His novel is an in-universe rendition of IJADIHIM, cause why not

he moved to Victoria to live with his Aunt Sola and his cousins at 15 and went to high school in BC, which is where he met Din

Their house was a gift to Din and Luke for Luke's 21st birthday from Anakin and Padme

Luke has an in-universe tattoo of a lightsaber up his spine

But he as a few more, suns and flowers and trees all over his body

He has the Aritizia puffer, Lululemon aligns and Blundstone's and dresses like a basic BC granola bitch and I LOVE it for him

He practices yoga and has been playing with the idea of taking teachers training for years

he learnt pottery as a form of meditation, but also creating things with his hand is the easiest way for him to process the plotting for his book

They have a little studio Din built for him as an addition to the house. It's surrounded by windows and has a little fireplace in it

He plays piano, lots of improvised arpeggios and bon iver

Din and Luke have seen every Taylor Swift concert from Fearless on, their first not-quite-dates but sorta-dates

Luke and Leia grew up with wealth and privilege and both handled it differently. Since Leia lives on the farm in small-town Alberta and Luke lives in BC with Din, neither are involved directly with the family company

Luke took Padme's surname, but Leia is a Skywalker

Their house is paid for and the land is theirs, so Din's shop and Luke's books more than pay for their lifestyle

Luke isn't one for jewelry, rings and bracelets get in his way. But he has a bar necklace with his name on it that Din gave him for his birthday one year and he's yet to take it off

He drinks tea lattes and has big opinions on the correct way to brew coffee. He also exclusively drinks oat milk

both he and Din are huge foodies and are very competent cooks

which is 10000% from Padme and Sabe, who taught them before they left for university

Luke has like... ten zillion house plants

including the jade Leia got as a present from Aunt Sola that she didn't want and... didn't take home after their birthday that year. It's lived on their credenza ever since

Most of their furniture is either handmade by Din and Anakin or vintage

Their house is a modified A-frame, and the interior vibes are white panelling, sage green cabinets, brass and copper and black accents with plank wood floors

Luke writes all over the house, on the floor, in his bed, on their patio when the sun goes down in the summer and can often be found staring off into space while he looks for the word he has in mind

He has reading glasses that have... gigantic frames

all of the cups they cast for Luke's 25th birthday have Din and Luke's thumbprints on the cup handle designating the cups they made

...I could truly go on and on

#luke skywalker meta #luke skywalker #dinluke #din djarin/luke skywalker #alberta dinluke christmas au

[yourwakingnightmares]

Now, I’ve made no secret that I loathe the new Star Wars movies. However, I do want to take a moment to point out all the potential that was there.

Fans of the movie will often say that people who disliked are...

1. Old school fans who wanted to see the OT cast be the main focus

2. Evil white men who hate women and minorities

3 (and the one I hate the most). Taking a movie about ‘space wizards’ too seriously.

However, this discounts the fact that many people WANTED to like the new movies; many who disliked the movies will admit that there was potential, even with the mess that we were given.

Let’s talk about Kylo Ren. I think Adam Driver did an amazing job with a character who had no internal consistency, or logic. I came out of the trilogy WANTING to like Kylo. I wanted to know more about him, despite being (as one YouTuber put it) the definition of tangled up Christmas Tree lights drenched in yogurt and acid.

Despite this inconsistency, despite his steady flipflopping around the screen, he had so much potential -why did Luke sense this potential for evil in him? Were the Knights of Ren the students who went with him? Why is he so intent on living up to Darth Vader? Where did this hero worship come from? Why was Snoke able to latch on to him? How did he even get to Snoke as a presumably young teenager? Why is he so desperate for Rey to love him back?

(Be advised: Spoilers for all three Star Wars sequels below)

One of the moments that evoked a heartfelt emotion in meme, while watching these movies, the only memorable moment I felt an emotion other than disgust or annoyance watching this, was when Kylo tells Rey, “You’re nothing; a nobody. You have no place in this story,” while seemingly choked with emotion. Here is a man, desperate for this woman to come with him. He’s telling her that, sure, maybe she doesn’t have a place in this large, intergalactic war, but she has a place with him. He doesn’t care that she’s a nobody; he wants her as she is. She can be a nobody to everyone else, but to him, she’s important, and she has a place in his story.

I wanted so much more from this! Is Kylo so desperate for love because everyone was always too busy for him as a child -Leia organizing the Republic, Han at her side? Or, if Han and Leia had broken up before he went off to Luke for training, was he stuck in the middle of their fighting?

While he was training with Luke, what was their relationship? Why did the sting of Luke’s betrayal drive him to become a near-sociopathic mass murderer, trying to resurrect the Empire? Did he love his Uncle? Idolize him? Was Luke the only one there for him as a child? Is that why Luke’s betrayal drove him into such a frenzy?

What about Kylo and Chewbacca? In the Rise of Skywalker, we see that he’s captured Chewbacca, yet we’re given no emotion in this scene.Think of the lost potential here!

“Chewie. I’m sorry it came to this; you were always kind to me, and you don’t deserve this.”

Or how about...

“My father was always so busy with you, Han and Chewie, off to save the world; you were more family to him than I ever was.”

Either of those lines would’ve given us so much more background on the two of them, and would’ve been a highly emotional scene for both the old fans, and the new fans.

Why was he so prone to fits of rage whenever something went poorly? Was he afraid of failure? Afraid that Snoke would turn on him, as Luke had? Was he trying to prove that he could be better than Luke, the uncle who betrayed him?

What was his life like, after leaving Luke? I’m fairly positive we can all agree that Snoke wasn’t ‘kind’ or ‘nurturing’ to Kylo; were failures punished with torture, or humiliation? That would explain the outbursts of rage whenever something doesn’t go according to plan. Was he raised to believe that only Snoke could teach him the true secrets of the Force?

After all, we see that Kylo is incredibly powerful in the Force; he’s able to stop blaster bolts in midair, rather than deflect them. He’s able to pull the information he wants directly from someone’s mind. He’s able to hold his own against Rey in Rise of Skywalker, keeping her from pulling the ship back down.

So why was he content to be on an equal footing with Hux for two movies? Why did he never rise up against Snoke, to take over as Supreme Leader? Why did he allow Snoke to humiliate him in front of Hux? Why would someone as powerful as Kylo Ren allow Snoke to belittle him, calling him a child, in front of Hux, his rival? Why wouldn’t he have argued the point, or at least try to defend his actions?

Let’s switch over to Poe. We’re told that Poe is the ‘greatest pilot in the Resistance’ -that is all we have to work with for 2 and 2/3rds of these movies; no other background is given. Eventually we find out that he was a spice runner (the drug du jour in Star Wars), and he ‘betrayed’ his old crew -however, we don’t know how he ended up as a smuggler, or what that ‘betrayal’ actually was.

For example: in the books, we find out that Han -who didn’t have a last name at the time -was simply a child that a group of smugglers picked up somewhere, and raised by Dewlanna -a female Wookie who took care of him, and protected him until her death in his teenage years. This drives him to leave the smuggling crew, and eventually join the Empire (yeah, Han wanted to be a Tie fighter pilot). However, when he sees a storm trooper beating Chewbacca, he kills the storm trooper to save him, telling Chewie later that he owed a life debt to Dewlanna, and since he’d never been able to repay that debt, he’d saved Chewie.

What if we were given something similar with Poe? Perhaps he and Zorii were orphans together on Kijimi; they grew up together, and always had each other’s backs. Eventually, through their street smarts, they and their friends turn themselves into a gang, eventually earning enough money to buy their own ship, and begin smuggling spice. However, perhaps during one of their smuggling runs, they accidentally kill an innocent bystander; perhaps Poe sees one of their crew OD and turn into a mindless vegetable after a bad hit of spice. Perhaps he sees the First Order kill a settlement of villagers while they’re off world. Any number of these things could drive Poe to forsake his old life, and flee to the Resistance. He leaves everything behind, including Zorii, the woman he loves, to try and clear his conscience. 

Any of these would’ve given us a reason to understand Poe better; as it stands, all we know is that he used to run drugs, and now he’s just a super good pilot who defected to the Resistance for some reason, and ended up as a Commander. How did he learn to fly an X-wing? How did he become such a great pilot? How did he become a Commander? 

We see, frequently and repeatedly, that Poe is afraid of nothing; that he’s able to resist interrogation without giving up information, forcing Kylo to eventually use the Force to pull the information from him. We see that’s he brave, and he is -at heart -a good man; the death of the villagers in the opening scene of The Force Awakens shows that he was unwilling to leave this village of innocent people to their fate; that despite being hopelessly outnumbered, outmanned, and outclassed, he stays to try and help them.

Yet we have no idea why he does these things; we have no background information on him, so we’re unable to truly appreciate these actions. Is he just a guy who won’t ever run from a fight? Does he have a personal beef with the First Order? Did he believe that he would be able to buy time for someone to come and save him?

We don’t know, so his actions mean nothing to us. Hell, for all the background we have on this character, he could’ve been a blind idiot, who couldn’t see how many storm troopers there were until it was too late, and his actions were simply him screwing up, and not heroic at all.

And then there’s Finn. Finn, who was the first Storm trooper given a face. The disappointment with his character was immense. How did he end up so happy go lucky, so bumbling, given his supposed brainwashing into something that had one purpose: to kill.

We’re given the impression that the storm trooper Poe kills -the one who leaves the blood on Finn’s helmet -was his friend; how did they become friends? What impact did this other storm trooper have on him? How was he even able to form an emotional connection with someone, if he was raised as a child soldier, and brainwashed to hate and kill?

What, exactly, did this ‘training’ consist of? Was it propaganda, like the Nazi Youth? Was it torturous and cruel, punishing them for any act of kindness, or empathy? A mix of the two?

And how was Finn able to overcome this upbringing? How as he able to remain such an empathetic, protective adult, with a sense of humor on top of it? Could any stormtrooper defect as easily? Was it something from his home world, some small memory of a ‘life before’ that he was able to hold on to? Did something happen during his training to jolt him out of his ‘programming’? 

With this character alone, the possibilities were endless; this was completely uncharted territory. We could have been given any background on this, and it would’ve been brilliant. However, we were given nothing more than it happened.

If we were given answers to even ONE of the numerous questions I’ve asked, even just one per character, it would’ve given us reason to root for these people. Reason to love them, reason to hate them, or a reason to sympathize with them. 

Look at the characters from the OT -we know that Luke was only searching for adventure, to begin with. To save the damsel in distress, the chance to be a hero -something that a bored farm boy from the middle of nowhere couldn’t pass up, particularly when we’re told his friends were off fighting.

Leia was raised by her adoptive father into the Rebellion- Bail Organa was one of the founders of the Rebellion, and one of its most prominent leaders. After the destruction of her home world, we see that it becomes a personal vendetta for her, to make the Empire pay for the deaths of her friends, her family, and her planet.

Han was a smuggler: he was just there to get paid, and accidentally got stuck fighting. He insists he’s only in it for the money, a cold-blooded businessman, until he starts to fall for Leia. Until he realizes that Luke needs him, and will die without his aid.

In the OT, we’re given characters with background, characters with depth. Characters whose actions we understand, because we’re given details about them as characters.

And before someone says, ‘time constraints’... I would like to point out that these three movies combined were seven hours, and fifteen minutes long. Seven hours and change, for zero character development. Hell, we spend 152 minutes (TLJ) watching a slow speed space chase, that -as it turns out -was redundant anyways. 2/3rds of The Last Jedi ended up being completely pointless, as we find out, and Finn and Rose’s quest was pointless. Finn’s mutiny was pointless.

Most of the suggestions I made above could’ve been given with a line or two of dialogue.

Here are a few quick lines that would answer many of these questions. Mind you, I’ve taken minimal time to come up with these; most of them are off the top of my head as I sit here.

Kylo:

“No one has ever understood me; I’ve been alone my entire life.”

“Luke was my hero; my idol. I looked up to him, I wanted to be him, and he betrayed me. Tried to kill me in sleep. He didn’t even have the courage to look me in the eye.”

“My parents didn’t know how to deal with my strength in the Force, so they shipped me off to Luke as soon as they could; they didn’t even try to understand me.”

Snoke: “Careful, Kylo; you know the price of your arrogance. Or do I need to remind you again? Do not think yourself above being taught a lesson about your station.”

Poe:

“Yes, I ran spice, okay? Is that what you wanna hear? I was young, I was stupid, and I was just trying to survive. You wanna criticize me for that, go ahead. But I had nothing, and nobody aside from Zurii, and we did what we had to do.”

While being tortured by the First Order: “You guys think this is torture? My friends used to hit me harder just to wake me up!”

When Holdo tells him to just ‘have hope’: “Look, lady, I grew up in Kijimi; ‘hope’ wasn’t gonna feed us, ‘hope’ wasn’t gonna give us somewhere to sleep with a roof over our heads. Doing nothing gets you killed faster than doing the wrong thing.”

While in the desert of Passaana: “There’s always First Order patrols in outer rim worlds like this; when I was a kid on Kijimi, they’d beat you down just for walking in front of them.” or “There were festivals like this when I was a kid on Kijimi; I used to watch ‘em and wonder what it would be like to actually celebrate it. Don’t suppose we have time now.”

Finn:

“Look, something about me was always off, okay? I don’t know why, but I always just... knew that what we were learning was wrong.”

“I don’t remember much about my parents, but I remember my mom used to tell me stories. About Luke Skywalker and Han Solo, and their adventures.”

“There was one man, who trained us. He was... nice, in his own way. He used to try and help us when he could, comfort us after we’d been punished. They made me kill him.”

“I’ve spent my whole life trying to avoid being the killer they wanted me to be; now you’re asking me to become a killer for your side.”

These lines would’ve taken a minute; one minute, perhaps two at most. 12 lines that would’ve given us details about these characters. Even at two minutes, that’s 24 minutes across a series of movies that was 429 minutes long.

Instead, we were given mere hints of the characters these people could’ve been. The smallest glimpses of stories and backgrounds that would’ve made these characters amazing.

That aggravates me worse than the terrible story-telling; there was potential here, and they just squandered it.

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[mysteryofren]

Sleeping Under The Stars

chapter 34 of So Happy Together 

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 You weren't sure how much time had passed. Maybe 15 minutes. Maybe an hour. You could only hear the sound of your grandfather, and Gideon snoring. You sat up to see Phasma fast asleep too. Picking up your phone you checked the time. Only an hour had gone by. It was official, Phasma left today. You tried to clear your mind, focusing on the sound of the wildlife outside. The trees moved as a gust of wind ripped through them. The waves on the lake lighting moved against the shore. Little nocturnal creatures played around in the fallen debris from the trees around. You gently got out of your sleeping bag, and made your way outside of the tent.

 A leaf crunches under your foot as you step out. It was dark, yet there was enough light you could see. You grab the extra blanket you had packed, and Gideon perks his head up to look at you. 

“Sorry bud. You have to stay here.” you tell him as you zip the tent up. You stand looking around to make sure nobody else is up. As far as you could tell everyone's tent lights were off. You begin to walk towards the lake while wrapping the blanket around you. There was a breeze hit every now and then. It was cold, but had a humid feel to it. It didn't bother you though. 

 The lake wasn't too far from where you had set up. Your grandfather always liked to have it within view of the site. You sat on a log that faced it. The scene in front of you was stunning. The moon reflected off the rippling water, and made it shine. On one side of the lake you could see some deer drinking from the water as they walked into it. It was calming. So calming that it was hard to think in a few hours you will be an emotional wreck. You had just gotten a group of amazing friends. Now it felt like they were being torn away from you. Phasma would be gone for the summer. Elaine would be in a college in a distant city. Hux would be an ocean away. Even Kylo would be gone. At least you would have them for the summer, and when the school year starts again Phasma will be back.

  You closed your eyes just for a second, and let your mind go where it wanted.

“Darling what are you doing out here by yourself?” you heard your mama say. You were 10 then. You were sitting in the same spot you were now. Your parents had decided to send you with your grandparents for the summer, and they took you camping for your last day.

“Do we have to leave? I'm not ready to go home.” 

“Oh sweetie, of course we have to go.”

“But I won’t get to see you or pop pop until christmas.”

“Well think of it this way. That just makes christmas more special.” she sat down next to you on the log, and looked out towards the lake with you. The sun had shone high, and bright. You felt its rays heating your skin. The water glistened as it reflected the sun.

“Will you guys miss me?” you asked her quietly. She scoffed, and took you in her arms.

“What kind of crazy question is that? Of course we will miss you. You mean everything to us.”

“Mother, and father don't miss me when I'm here.”

“Don't be silly of course they miss you. Here's the thing about your mother, and father. They want to give you the best life they can so they work hard to give you that.” you stayed silent, and she kissed your cheek.

“Besides sweetie. You don't need them when you have the best grandparent in the world.”

“Surely you must be talking about me.” you heard your pop pop say as he came up behind the two of you. He sat between you and mama on the log, and wrapped his arms around you both. 

“I was talking about both of us. Even though you are pretty amazing.” she responded.

“You’re pretty amazing yourself.” he said as he leaned over you to kiss her. You laughed as he squished you down to get to her.

“Pop pop i'm right here!” you said trying to get him to stop. He pulled away from her and smiled down at you.

“Oh I'm sorry, how could I forget my favorite girl?” he grabbed you up, and covered your face in little kisses, as you both fell off the log and onto the ground. A flurry of giggles left your body, as he continued his affectionate assault. You heard your mama laugh as she watched him take you down. The vision of that day left your mind, and you were back in the present. You were crying, and you didn't even notice. The teardrops fell onto your thighs as a breeze hit. Your whole body shivered. 

  You wondered what she would have thought about the first order. Would she have liked them? Who would be her favorite member? Would she love them as much as your pop pop did? Then another question sprang into your mind. If she saw you now. Would she be proud of who you've become?

“What kind of crazy question is that?” you heard her voice say in your mind. Of course she would be proud. You on the other hand were not so proud of yourself. You wanted to be like her so bad. She was so ethereal, and kind. Everyone loved her. You had never met a single person who didn't. You wiped the tears off your cheeks with your blanket. Then another memory came to your mind. It was the 4th of July. You were 13, and were about to start at the republic boarding school. The last day of school you went to Tatooine to live with them until the school year started. They had decided to have a party at the campgrounds to celebrate. 

“So, kid, I heard you're starting school at the republic?” a younger Han Solo had said to you. His hair was a bit long, and he sported a beard at that time. 

“Yeah. I don't want to though.” he laughed at your forwardness, and sat next to you at the small picnic table your grandfather had rented.

“It ain't so bad. Our son goes there. You should keep an eye out for him.” he said. You had stopped listening to him though so you just gave him a small hum in response. You both sat next to each other watching everyone interact. You rarely came to things like this anymore, but you were living with your grandparents now, and they tended to have stuff like this every now and then.

“Hey uh, listen,” he started. “I know theyre not having any fireworks at this thing, but I got some firecrackers in my car if you wanna bring some life to this party.”

“I've never played with firecrackers before.” he stood up, and looked around before whispering to you.

“Well let me show you what you're missing out on kid.” he walked off, and you got up following behind him. Thinking about it now. He didn't have any daughters. Maybe he saw you as a surrogate daughter of some sorts when he saw you at those parties. Man you guys got in a big load of trouble that day. Mostly from Leia, but you could tell your grandparents were a bit upset too. 

Behind you the sound of movement invaded your ears. The memories left your mind, and you were focused on what was happening behind you. You saw a figure walk out of one of the tents. Without a thought you called out to it. Ben turned around, and pointed his flashlight in your eyes blinding you. 

“Dude stop that hurts.” The dumbass turned it towards his face, and blinded himself. He stepped back before falling. You ran over to him to find him laying on the ground groaning and holding the back of his head. 

“Oh my stars are you okay?” you whispered. He groaned again, and you held your hand out towards him. He took it and you helped him up. You had forgotten how much bigger his hands were than yours. 

“This is what I get for trying to be an asshole.” he said as he rubbed his head.

“What were you trying to do?” 

“2 weeks ago I bought an ant farm, and I've been waiting for the perfect time to pour them into Kylo’s shoes.” in that moment you knew he was Han’s son.

“Why did you buy an ant farm when you could just gather ants in a cup and do it?”

“I didn't think of that.” he finally looked at your face.

“Hey you alright? You look like you’ve been crying.” 

“Yeah. just overthinking.” you both stood in silence, before he spoke.

“Hey you wanna help me put ants in Kylo’s shoes?”

“You're still gonna do it?”

“I mean yeah. I didn't spend 20 bucks on an ant farm to back out now.” you thought for a second, and you decided some fun was something you could use right now.

“Ok im in.” 

“Cool, you grab his shoes, I’ll go get the farm.” he ran off, and you slowly opened the tent. You poked your head inside to look for Kylos boots. You spotted them close to the entrance of the tent. Gently you wiggled your arm in, and grabbed them. Ben had gotten back right when you got them out. A laugh left your mouth as you both ran to the spot you were originally sitting in. 

 Ben shook the ant farm a bit to get them to move out of their tunnels. He took one shoe, and put some of their food at the bottom. You grabbed the farm from him, and opened it. He held the top of the shoe open, and you shook the ants in. 

“Hopefully there's enough food that they stay in there all night.” you said as the last ant fell.

“Should we add dirt so they start making a new nest?”

“I think so.” you both started grabbing up dirt with your hands, and shoving it into the toes of his shoes.

“Okay I think that's enough. I'm gonna go put them back.” he grabbed the shoes, and ran back to the tent. You waited for him while looking at the forest surrounding the lake. When he came back he had his sleeping bag, and blankets with him. You gave him a weird look as he set it up. 

“I don't wanna sleep in a tent that might get ant infested.” you laughed at him as he settled into his sleeping bag. You got up, and quickly tip toed over to your tent. You grabbed your sleeping bag as quietly as you could, and joined Ben outside. 

“I haven’t slept under the stars since before my Grandmother died.” 

“Well you are more than welcome to join me.” he patted the spot next to him, and you rolled out your bag. You laid down, and you both stared at the sky. 

“You know. I’ve never seen this many stars in the sky.” he said.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I mean I always see a few, like one or two. This is something different though.”

“I guess I've seen it so much it's hard to believe some people haven't.”

“I'm glad I could experience it with you.” you felt your face get hot, but you didn't want to say anything.

“So why were you crying?” he asked. Part of you didnt want to open up to him, and get close again. The other part of you was hurting badly, and needed to talk.

“I was just thinking about a lot of stuff.”

“Like what?”

“My grandmother. Phasma leaving. Elaine, and Hux leaving. There's just a lot going on.”

“Yeah I feel that. What made you think about your grandmother?”

“I haven't been to this campsite since she died. She taught me how to swim here. She taught me and Elaine how to start a fire here. The last time we camped here with her was a few weeks before we found out she was sick. Everything here makes me think of her. Especially the lake.”  

“I'm sorry. I mean, I’ll never really understand what it's like to go through that. I'm not that close to my grandparents, and they're both alive.” you stayed silent knowing if you said something you would cry. You felt his hand wrap around yours.

“You know i'm always here for you. No matter what. I know I haven't proved that in the past, but it's different now.” you felt more tired as you two spoke. You didn't even bother to take your hand away from his.

“Why did you and Rey break up?” 

“I didn't love her.”

“She's devastated you know.”

“Yeah. She thinks I broke up with her for you.” you looked at him, as he stayed staring at the sky.

“Did you?”

“I don't know. I think a part of me knew you were right. I was hurting her by pretending to love her when I don't. I never loved her. Another part of me still wants you, but I know it's wrong.”

“Me too.”

“I wish I had done things different. Your grandfather was right.”

“About what?”

“That day. Before spring break. I told him about us. I told him about how badly I messed up. He told me he knew who I really loved. He told me the longer it took me to realize it. The more likely I was to lose you. And I did in a way. That very week I did. Matt told me about how you went on a date with that guy. After that we were never the same.”

“You love me.”

“I know.”

“When did you know?” 

“I was with my grandparents, and Rey. They invited us over for lunch, and she wanted me to show her the garden. We kissed. I don't know what I expected, but I felt nothing. Then New Years came to my mind. I remembered how I felt when I kissed you, and it didn't feel the same with her.”

“How did it feel when you kissed me?” you heard him laugh, and he squeezed your hand. You smiled.

“The world finally felt right. Like everything made sense. With her. It was like every other kiss I had before that. Since that day there hasn't been a single night where I don't replay that night with you in my head when I fall asleep.” 

 You both laughed. You felt tears sting your eyes again. When you looked back over to him you saw a tear slide down the side of his face. Once your laughter died down you went back to looking at the sky.

“I think tonight will be the first night I don't think about that night so I can sleep.” he whispered.more to himself than to you.

 You don't know what came over you. Maybe it was his confession. Before he had just told you he wanted you. That he liked you. This confession was different. You knew he loved you. To have him confirm it. To have him tell you how he felt. That was different. You sat up, and leaned over to kiss him. He kissed you back. The thought of Rey crept into your mind, and you pulled away. 

“We can't.” you said as you settled back down into your sleeping bag.

“I know.” he said as he took your hand in his again.

 You both stayed talking. About nothing, and everything all at once. You laughed, and cried with him as you talked about things that you never really spoke about with people. There was something about him that made you feel safe, emotionally. You felt that with him before, and the thought of what happened then made you scared. Something in you felt like this time it was really different. You learned a bit more about him. He learned a bit more about you. Soon your eyes felt heavy. You could tell he was getting tired too. At some point during your conversation you had inched your way closer to his body. Soon you both stopped talking as sleep took over your bodies, and you spent the night sleeping under the stars with Ben Solo.

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[lavendermunson]

red velvet - steve harrington

day 8 of leia's christmas tree farm

cw +18. a very drunk softie steve. steve's dad deserves his own warning. FLUFF FLUFF. some allusions to sex?. steve is head over heels. no use of y/n or body descriptions.

This always happens. Steve is too nervous to meet his dad at his annual Christmas celebration at someone else's big mansion. This isn't the first time you tag along, you have been doing this for a while not wanting to leave Steve alone with the people who torment him the most.

"I think that's enough" You take the cup of wine from his hand, his hair is starting to look disheveled and his pupils are already dilated. "You need to drive me home!" 

"I'm sorry, you know this is how I cope with my anxiety!" he slurs his words, shaking his head as his vision gets blurry.

Every time he was with his dad, he needed to be drunk enough to let his hurtful words fly away from him. Mr. Harrington had a special gift, where all of his words cut deep into Steve's heart, tormenting his mind for a long time, not just the moment he was talking. 

"We should go, everyone else is leaving. You can sober up in the car, let's go" you say, your arms traveling to his back to push him off the stool he was sitting on. He wraps his arm around your waist, pressing a peck on your cheek and making an effort to stand by himself to get going.

You help him walk to the car, waving to his parents goodbye and pretending he was still sober. He wasn't. 

Both of you sit in the back of his BMW, he parked as far away as possible to have some peace of mind when he arrived. Good thing he did, it's been a while since he has been sitting beside you. Eyes closed, shaky breath and his arms around you.

His wandering hands caress your waist, his fingers work to unzip your dress and his large palm finds your back, cold and soft hands in contact with your skin giving you goosebumps.

"You always make me feel so safe, baby" his head lifts from your shoulder, Steve's beautiful brown eyes lock with yours and you can see the happiness that shines in them. You mirror his emotions, rubbing his thigh.

"I'm always here for you, you know that baby" you whisper.

He looks at you, still rubbing your back with his gentle hands. He admires your features, the way your eyelashes make your eyes look bigger. The way the tip of your nose always looks so kissable, your lips always in a perfect shade of red. Your signature red lipstick that he buys for you anytime you need it.

He feels the warmth of your skin in contact with his hands, the way you melt against his touch as if it's the first time he is doing it. His mind wanders back to that night he made love to you for the first time, taking care of you and wanting you to feel good. 

But right now he feels at peace, his head is dizzy and the taste of wine is still present on his tongue. The bubbly feeling on his chest, he isn’t sure if it’s the alcohol or you. The only thing he knows, it’s that he is too drunk to start playing with you, as you once said you are his little toy.

This time, in his car under the moonlight, the bright lamp of the street and the windows fogged, the only thing he can focus on is how much he loves you. On how much his heart beats for you, every pump of blood is dedicated to you because he is here for you.

To take care of you, to listen to you, to take you home and make breakfast when you stay at his house. Steve's heart is entirely yours, he gave it to you without a single doubt. Because in a world full of people who enjoy stabbing him in the back, you are here to remind him the only thing that matters is how much he has grown into the beautiful and sweet boy he is now.

"You make me so happy, princess. You have no idea"

You smile at him, his puppy face and glassy eyes make you pout. You hold his face in your hands, his eyes close involuntarily as he feels your lips pressing over his face. You leave pecks all around his cheeks, trying to kiss every one of his freckles and moles. You kiss the tip of his nose and laugh as he scrunches his nose feeling the tingles. You kiss his forehead like you always do before falling asleep. 

When you try to leave a peck on his lips he throws his head back and sticks his tongue out like a little kid. You giggle, admiring the marks of lipstick on his face, the tattoo of your red lips decorating his pretty face.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Don't move, Stevie!"

You look for your bag, taking the polaroid camera out and holding it in front of him.

"Smile!"

Steve smiles, and when the camera clicks the picture slowly reveals itself. You show it to him and he laughs, loving how the marks are all over his face. 

"I think I'm going to get this tattooed, Eddie does tattoos right?"

"Baby, you can't get tattoos on your face!"

"But look how cute I am! All marked up by my princess" 

When you can't seem to stop giggling, Steve leans in, pressing his lips against yours to kiss you. His kiss is soft, like the silky duvet you sleep in. He takes his time to feel your lips against him, you let out a moan when his body presses against you. 

With your hands wrapped against his biceps, squeezing his arms with your fingers. One of his hands travels from your back to your cheek to hold you in place while his tongue makes its way past your lips to brush yours, he groans over the kiss feeling the vibration in your mouth.

You enjoy how his tongue presses against yours, you moan again savoring his taste. Wine, cigarettes, and a hint of his favorite cake red velvet. The one you always bake for him on his birthday.

Both of you break away from the kiss, lips red thanks to your lipstick and glossy from the mixing of the saliva. Hair messy and disheveled, your heavy chests and pounding hearts are the cherry on top.

"What's the name of your lipstick?" he asks, thumb caressing your cheek as you lean your face to the side. 

"Red velvet. Why?"

"Same as the cake you made for my birthday!" he smiles.

"Yes, I'll make that cake for you for the rest of my life" you bump his nose lightly with the tip of your finger earning a giggle from him.

"And I'll buy that lipstick for you for the rest of my life"

Now that he is sober, he can take you home. When you ask him to stay, he will say yes to wake you up with kisses and make you breakfast. For the rest of your lives too.

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[agoodflyting]

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year

A small thing for the Single Dad/Hot Teacher AU Winter rolls around, bringing slush and runny noses.

Rey catches a cold the first week of December and stays home from school, eating canned soup and grilled cheese sandwiches and watching Mythbusters on Netflix. For three days, Ben’s Google search history is a string of desperate inquiries:

difference between cold and flu is throwing up normal with a cold flu symptoms how long does the flu last diseases similar to flu symptoms of anthrax is it anthrax or flu how much tylenol safe for kids 100 degree fever when to take kids to the hospital fever

She sleeps on the couch, a sad, sniffly little burrito in her favorite Wonder Woman blanket, and he calls out of work to bring her juice and rub circles on her back with his palm, like he used to see her mom do when she was a baby. When her throat hurts and she whimpers because she can’t sleep, Ben honest-to-god cries. He’s never felt so useless in his life.

The second day, Rey’s teacher texts Ben to ask how she’s doing.

The December snow is thin, not good for much more than coating the sidewalks in a thin layer of white that’s quickly trampled dirty brown. It’s a shame- Ben remembers winters when he was a kid being a lot more impressive. He has vague, probably exaggerated memories of giant snowmen and building ice forts in his backyard with his dad.

The local kids manage to have some fun with it anyway, scraping snow off ledges and fences around the apartment complex to fling at each other. In the mornings he bundles Rey off in her hat and scarf. The early morning frost turns her nose and cheeks pink as she walks to school with a neighbor kid, a boy named Finn who lived in the next building and had recently lost one of his front teeth.

“That’s so cool!” Rey squeals when Finn holds it up in one glove, beaming a gap-toothed grin.

After school, Ben waits outside the playground doors so that he can walk home with Rey. He sticks out like a sore thumb in the pack of stay-at-home moms waiting for their kids outside the school. On top of being a fucking giant, he’s the only guy there. The first few days he kept half-expecting one of them to call the cops on him.

Now they just ignore him, flashing wary smiles before going back to comparing snack-time recipes off Pinterest and swapping pregnancy stories like some of the guys he used to know in prison did scar stories.

Some of the shit he accidentally overhears makes him want to cringe in horror. He’d butted in once, unable to contain a horrified, “That can happen?” and they’d giggled at him in a way that made him feel like he was back in high school and had just embarrassed himself in front of the popular girls.

When Rey’s mother was pregnant she’d still lived at home with her parents. It was her mom, and to a lesser degree Leia, who’d done all that pregnancy stuff with her. Ultrasounds and doctor visits. He’d tried going shopping for baby clothes with her a couple of times, but somehow it always managed to end in a stupid fight. Like every other fucking thing they did together.

The week Rey was due he’d run off in his dad’s old van, overwhelmed with fear at the responsibility of it all, desperate to escape what felt like the end of his life. By the time his dad and his uncle finally tracked him down and dragged him back, Rey was already home from the hospital.

“You’re the one who got yourself into this mess, kid.” He can still feel his dad’s hand heavy on his shoulder, marching him up to the door like he was a kid who’d just broken the neighbor’s window. At the time, it had felt like a death sentence.

On the last day of school before winter break, 3:30 hits and he waits, hands fisted in his coat pockets and breath frosting the air, while kids trickle out. They’re all wrapped up in their puffy winter jackets, the kindergartners looking like little marshmallows with legs. A sea of colorful bobble hats stampede around his knees as their moms herd them off.

“They have parts on the back called the stabilizers and they can fly this- look- this close-” He hears Rey before he sees her, gushing about her new favorite thing this week, the Blue Angels. They’d watched a couple of videos on YouTube after he told her how his grandpa and his uncle both used to fly with them, and she’d been hooked.

“Really? That sounds very dangerous.”

Ever since The Incident, Mr. Hux had taken to walking her out of the school building most days. Today, in concession- or maybe it’s in surrender- to the holidays, he’s decked out in a pastel green shirt and a festive tie.

Ben crosses his arms as Hux steers Rey straight to him.

“Time for the prisoner transfer,” Ben says, setting a serious look on his face. Rey rolls her eyes at him, but he’s rewarded when her teacher huffs a little laugh.

“She’s your responsibility for the next two weeks,” Hux says, matching his tone.

“I’ll rough her up if there are any problems.” Ben ruffles Rey’s hair with one large hand.

“Hey!” she yelps.

Hux laughs, and Ben is suddenly aware, with a low sinking in his stomach, that this is the last time he’ll see him until after New Years. Somehow, he’s kinda gotten used to exchanging hellos every afternoon.

“So Hux, you have any big plans for the holidays?”

“Christmas. Family. The usual.”

“Wow, don’t sound too excited,” Ben deadpans, then inwardly cringes. That’s the kind of tacky shit his dad would say.

“Is anyone our age excited to spend a week with their parents?” Hux replies mildly, and Ben can take a hint when he quickly changes the subject. “What about you two? This is your  first Christmas together, I believe.”

There had been a couple of holidays when Rey was a baby, before he got arrested. The three of them together like a real family. They usually ended in shouting, and anyway Rey’s too young to remember them. He doesn’t count those. “Yeah, first one. Uh...” he says, “Probably food and presents. Normal family stuff.”

It’s still weird to say, but something about it makes him want to smile. Family stuff. Their family.

“We have a tree!” Rey interrupts with a little bounce. The yarn ball on top of her hat gives an excited wobble.

“I’m glad,” Hux says. He never used that fake ‘adults talking to little kids’ voice. It was something Ben liked about him. “Christmas isn’t the same without a tree.”

“It’s tiny. I think it’s a midget. But it’s really green and it smells like Christmas.”

Ben tries not to laugh and fails. “Rey...”

It was a dinky thing, one of those dwarf trees from the 24-hour grocery store, but it was real and Rey was crazy about it. She’d never had a tree that wasn’t made out of plastic before.

“This is going to be so better than last year!” She’d babbled, bouncing around the cart holding their tiny tree as he pushed it out of the store. “We didn’t even have a tree last year because mom forgot to get one, even though I reminded her like every day. All we had was Oscar’s stupid ugly wreath made out of beer cans. We didn’t even have lights.”

Ben had decided then that next year he was going to start saving up earlier and they’d go to one of those tree farms and he’d let her pick out the biggest one they could find.

“Have you decorated it yet?”

“Yeah! Show the pictures!” Rey latches on to Ben’s arm, clinging and letting her feet dangle. She’s small for her age, and skinny. It’s no trouble to lift her with one arm. “Pictuuuures,” she whines.

“She took about ten thousand pictures of this sad little Charlie Brown tree with my phone,” Ben says to Hux, apologetic.

“I’d love to see them.”

“Really?”

“Of course.”

Somehow Ben ends up standing beside Hux, holding out his phone, with Rey crammed warm in between them while she swipes through Christmas tree pictures, offering little comments on each one. Hux actually seems interested in it, asking Rey questions and huddling closer to Ben for warmth. Hux isn’t wearing a jacket. Ben can feel the way he’s holding himself stiff against the chill.

Ben shifts to the side so that he can shield them both from the worst of the cold breeze when the wind picks up.

“Alright munchkin, we gotta go,” he says finally, “Mister Hux is going to freeze.”

“Okay, bye, mister Hux!” Rey beams. “Have a good Christmas!”

“You too, Rey.”

“Bye, Armitage.” He didn’t mean it to sound teasing. It still felt weird to call the teacher by his first name. Ben tended to ration it, like a secret treat.

“Ben,” Hux nods in return.

“Hey, nice tie, by the way,” he calls back they turn to leave. Okay, that one he meant to be teasing. The thing was red and green and covered in bright cartoon Christmas trees. Glittery ones. Ben’s pretty sure he saw that tie for sale at Walmart.

“Thank you,” Hux’s jaw is stiff. He looks like he is trying very hard not to either sigh or roll his eyes. It’s the look of defeat. “My class got it for me.”

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[jorgitoa]

A CHRISTMAS STORY - Under the tree are 3 medications: Ibuprofen, carprofen and doxycycline. This is the story of why my dog and I are currently medicated. On Saturday, we went on our annual tradition of traveling to the beautiful Hidden Pond Tree Farm to cut down our Christmas tree. We love this place. We brought our dog, Luna, but as soon as we parked, I heard the horrifying click of the leash’s clasp as it opened and the dog took off like a greyhound. My wife (who I still love dearly) had neglected to attached the leash on properly.  I chased Luna in my walking shoes around a pond. I chased over a stream. I chased her deep into the forest. Then she disappeared for about 5min. It was eerily silent in the woods except for the sound of me hyperventilating. Finally, I heard her collar clanging and chased her. It was like RETURN OF THE JEDI where Luke and Leia are dodging branches and getting knocked around. Finally, she stopped to poop. I dove to get her. I missed both her and the poop. Full disclosure: I did not pick up. Sorry to whomever owns that forest. I was in a rush. She paused to pee. I dove after her and jammed my index finger. Finger throbbing, heart over-beating, sweat pouring down my face I dove again and caught her. It took awhile to find a path across the stream and out of the woods.  When I came out of the forest, a family driving in an SUV stopped and they applauded me. They had seen my dog bolt and were glad to know my story had a happy ending. I walked up to my wife and kids. They were roasting marshmallows. The dog was excited to see her. She asked if I was suffering a heart attack. I was not. I am just out of shape. That evening at home I was in pain. Hence the Ibuprofen washed down with wine and tequila. However, the dog began limping. I took her to the animal emergency room. She had pulled a muscle running through the forest. Hence the carprofen for dogs. Late Sunday night, I discovered a tic on my stomach, which I must have gotten in the forest diving after the pooch. It got infected. Or I have lyme disease (probably not). Hence the doxycycline I am currently taking.  Merry Christmas. 

[lavendermunson]

mistletoe - steve harrington

day 13 of leia’s christmas tree farm

cw FLUFF. mentions of steve’s mental health. henderson!reader. preestablished relationship

Steve isn’t a pretty big fan of the holidays because he doesn’t spend the night like the others. His mom pays someone to make dinner for her, she gets them out of the plastic containers and places them in expensive personalized dinnerware. His dad buys expensive whiskey and finishes the bottle in a couple of minutes along his friends.

He has grown to believe Christmas is just a holiday about showing off. Giving expensive gifts and seeing people use them for three days just to bury them at the bottom of their dressers.

That’s something his parents always did, brag about money and big houses instead of having a good time. He thought he deserved this, a life so soulless and unkind.

When he met Dustin, your mom, and you his whole world changed. He fell for you so hard, risking all for you and making sure you were always happy. You do the same for him, you always do.

You are his safe place.

It’s Christmas Eve. His family is having dinner with his dad’s colleagues and his mom’s loud best friends. He hates this, he hates that he has to put on a fake smile on his face while he feels miserable.

Steve wishes you could be by his side, but he couldn’t put you through this. His dad will ignore you and try to set him up with someone else. He knows his mom would love you but eventually side with him because that’s the way their relationship works.

Their marriage is stupid.

His parents are stupid.

This day is so stupid.

Surrounded by the stiffness of his room, looking at the pictures of him with you and the friend group. He feels like he could cry, he wants a good Christmas Eve just for once. He misses you all so much.

His head is heavy and his vision is blurry. He sits on the edge of his bed, tapping his foot against the carpeted floor and preparing himself for the night.

Then he hears a knock on his window. It’s you. Like he summoned you. His heart skips a beat when he sees your face, you are all dressed in black.

“What are you doing? My parents are here!”

“We are here to steal you, like a precious piece of art from a museum!”

He laughs, looking at you.

“I can’t, honey. I can’t leave, they are going to kill me!”

“They won’t because…” you hold your index finger in the air, waiting for your sign to escape. When you hear Steve’s mom scream you take his hand in yours, pulling him to you. “Your house is infested with cockroaches”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll explain in a bit, let’s go”

You take a step back from the roof, Steve is impressed to see you climb his house for him knowing how difficult it is for him to get to your window. He escapes from his own room, his hands gripping the window frame as he gets out quietly.

When you get off the roof, you hold his hand in yours running with him towards your car. He opens the passenger door and sits down excited, ready to escape this hell of a house.

He did it. He is out, he is with you. The cold breeze hits his cheeks, he feels calm for the first time since he woke up.

“Dustin! Hurry” you scream at your little brother, he holds an empty box as he runs to meet you.

“Mission accomplished!”

Both of you join Steve in the car, you are quick to drive away from his house before their parents catch you. He misses his mom telling him not to come downstairs.

“You guys are crazy,” he says, anxiety slowly disappears as he rubs his abdomen. He looks back, noticing how his house disappears from his vision. “When did you come up with this plan?”

“Today” you answer, eyes focused on the road as you speed up to get to your house quickly.

“And why are you both dressed in black?”

“It’s our steal-a-museum outfit,” Dustin says, feeling Steve’s eyes glaring at him “It was her idea!”

“I couldn’t leave you there, I spent all day trying to come up with something for you to spend Christmas with me”

“Thank you, honey”

“And your parents freaked out when they saw the cockroaches, it was hilarious!” Dustin says, getting out of the car when you finally get home. Safely and with Steve by your side.

Steve holds your hand as you walk to your house, his fingers interlock with yours and he leans to the side, kissing your cheek before pushing the door open.

After opening the door, he sees a crowd of people cheering and screaming. Your mom, Robin, Eddie, Nancy, Jonathan, and all of his kids are there.

Steve smiles brightly, feeling his cheeks warm as well as his heart. Everyone comes up to him, hugs him, and welcomes him before they follow Dustin, who cannot stop laughing as he tells the story of how they got Steve here.

Your mom gets close to him, hugging him tightly.

“We are happy you are home,” she says. Steve holds back his tears, home. He finally feels like he has a home.

“Thank you, Mrs. Henderson” he smiles at her, his chest heaving up and down from the excitement. “I’m surprised you were okay with this plan”

“Oh Steve, who do you think got that box of cockroaches!” she laughs and you join her, both looking so happy that he is here. How is it possible? He feels like he is dreaming. It’s all just too good to be true. “I’ll leave you guys, you are under the mistletoe”

You look up at the branch of mistletoe that wasn’t there before you left the house. Steve looks at it too, then he wraps your waist with his arms pulling you to his chest.

“Thank you, baby”

“Don’t. It’s the least I could do, they are going home at ten but you are staying here with me”

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. I love you, honey”

“I love you too, baby”

You cup his cheeks in your hands, the feeling of your soft fingertips makes Steve melt. Pressing your lips against his, he feels in heaven.

He feels you, he tastes you.

The one who saved him from one of the worst nights of his life, he owes you everything.

His head falls to the side as you tangle your fingers in his hair. It makes Steve moan softly, feeling all his body warm and bubbly.

You spend the night together. Sharing jokes, laughing at Dustin’s stories, and drinking. He only gets more excited because he gets to sleep with you, maybe thank you for what you did, and wake up on Christmas to open his presents.

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cards - eddie munson

day 3 of leia's christmas tree farm

cw eddie struggles with mental health, eddie's pov. henderson!reader (no physical descriptions). angst. exes to lovers. inspired by a scene from love actually.

Eddie is a mess right now. He sits on the couch of his trailer, his right leg bouncing as his foot taps loudly into the floor. In his head, breaking up with you was the best thing he could ever do to protect you from all his mood swings, tantrums, and anger episodes.

But he fucked up, you haven’t talked to him for a month and it’s killing him. He missed you, he let you go for a stupid, stupid reason and he regrets it every day of his damned existence. 

The phone rings so loudly that it makes him flinch. As annoyed as Eddie can get, he picks up the phone and shouts “What do you want” to the person on the end of the line. As good as his luck can get, it’s only your brother, Dustin. 

“I’ll be quick, my sister is going out with a weird guy. Well, he is not weird, he is just Drew and he isn't you, Eddie. I know she loves you, I know you love her and this guy isn’t good for her. Please do something! They are watching a movie at his house! GO NOW!”

Dustin hangs up the phone, leaving Eddie speechless. Jealousy crawls over his body, he holds the phone so tight his knuckles turn white. He knows this guy, he has been in his house for a couple of parties and even if Drew is not the worst person ever, he still has something that Eddie loves, something Eddie wants.

He makes a plan and after an hour Eddie gets in his van and turns on his walkie-talkie to talk to Dustin on his way. It has to be perfect. 

When Eddie arrives at his destination, he hears the phone ring inside the house. That was his sign to knock on the door, not too hard but with his hand shaking in desperation.

You open the door and Eddie’s heart melts, you look so beautiful. Even more beautiful than he remembers, his memory doesn't do justice to your perfect and beautiful face. He lets out a nervous sigh as his breath comes out in a cloud from the cold. He holds the cue cards in his hands and presses the play button on the boombox to a Christmas song sung by a random caroling group. He begins to pass the cards.

He feels so lucky you didn’t close the door on his face, that was a great sign.

‘I’m sorry, I know I fucked up’

You cross your arms over your chest, wrapping the blanket you had around yourself to warm you up while the cold wind hits the front porch. 

‘I love you, since that time in the sandbox’

‘Remember? I found a ladybug and gave it to you’

A voice comes from inside the house, you jump at the sudden scream. 

“Hey, who is that?” your date asks while holding the phone in his hand. “I’m getting a huge deal on family video tapes over here!”

Oh, and Steve is going to kill Dustin.

“Great!” you reply, looking over at the guy with the red phone in his ear, excited to hear how a little kid tricks him. Only he is oblivious about it. “Just carol singers, I got it”

And you return your attention to Eddie, who nervously passes to the other cue cards as you read them carefully, while his knees keep shaking. He has been planning this for hours, and it’s not what you deserve but it’s just a start. He thinks he can do better and he is going to.

‘Because we used to believe ladybugs…’

“Are for good luck since one landed on my hand the day we kissed for the first time”

You say, and Eddie nods with the biggest smile on his face. His cheeks hurt with the cold weather. He feels his fingers cramp, his arms are about to give out and he needs a better jacket but that didn’t cross his mind because you are in it. All the time.

‘I’m in love with you, that’s never going to change’

‘You make me better, kind, smarter…’

‘I miss you’

‘My life has no meaning without you’

He sees you crying, tears rolling down your cheeks making Eddie’s heart break like shattered glass because he knows he caused all of this mess. He just wants to fix it because he has lost a million opportunities by running away, this time he is doing the opposite and he is trying, he is trying. 

“Are you gonna watch the movie?” Right, you are on a date. With a guy who has never broken your heart, while Eddie begs for forgiveness feeling almost stupid for it.

The final cue card comes, and Eddie has lost all of his hope. But it’s worth a try.

‘You are the love of my life, the only one I want’

The music stops. Both standing in silence, while Eddie holds his bleeding heart on his hands and you keep crying, bottom lip quivering and red cheeks hurting while you try to hold a smile.

“I- I’m sorry Eddie” 

You take a step back and close the door. The dungeon master admits his defeat, picking the cue cards from the floor and the boombox from the steps on the porch. Walking to his van before collapsing on the snow.

He had to try. He had hope, he lost it, he lost you and now he will be heartbroken for the rest of his life. No matter how many friends he has, how many metal records he owns, and how many concerts he performs. Life would be nothing without you. 

Once he gets in his vehicle his hands grip the steering wheel and he starts crying. He touches his chest, just where his heart is. The cold, his heartbreak, the thought of him losing the only person he loved other than Wayne. It’s too much and he honestly doesn’t know if he can handle it. 

His sobs get cut when someone knocks on the window of the passenger seat, Eddie glances at the door ready to scream the loudest ‘FUCK OFF’ of his life with all the anger in his chest. 

“You are the love of my life too, Eddie. I love you”

You hop on the van and kiss him. A soft but gentle dance of lips, mixed with tears. It’s so tender, so soft… it erases the what-ifs, the sadness, and the tiny little voice in Eddie’s head that used to torture him. And now, as you hold him. He knows it was worth the risk, he knows he should stop running away from everything. And that Christmas miracles exist, according to Dustin.

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[lavendermunson]

candles - eddie munson

day 5 of leia's christmas tree farm

cw +18 nsfw. pet names. bruises they had rough sex the night before. clit play. unprotected p in v, be smart irl. tiny bit of  somnophilia, r wakes up before anything happens and it's all consensual. established relationship.

When Eddie comes home from work, he sees how the trailer park is covered by an aura of darkness and cold. He gets into the trailer as fast as he can and finds you in his bed.

You are lying down, blankets wrapped around your body while the candles around the room light up your sleepy face. Outside is so eerie, however he feels so comfortable here, with you. The warmth of the candles hugs him, but there is something Eddie has been craving since his day started, you.

As the gentleman he is, he doesn’t wake you up. Instead, he climbs up from the end of the bed to get close to you, slowly pulling the sheets and blankets off. He grins at the sight of you wearing one of his big sweatshirts and your naked legs pressed together.

He rubs his hands together to warm them up and slowly part your legs open. Eddie gasps as he watches the slight bruises on your skin, carefully rubbing his fingers around them.

You wake up, thanks to a cold breeze of air hitting your body. You find Eddie sitting between your legs, his lips parted and his browns forming a frown.

“Eds? Are you okay baby?”

“Did I do this to you?”

“Oh, baby” 

Last night’s sex was rough, more than other times. Eddie got too caught up in the moment, and honestly, you did too. His fingers dug into your skin so hard while he was eating you up, trying to keep your legs open as you moaned his name like a prayer.

“It happens, baby. There’s nothing wrong, you don’t have to worry about it because I like it”

He looks at you, his worried face switches as his pupils grow and you see that lust shining in his eyes.

“You like how I mark you up?” he asks, rubbing the insides of your thighs gently.

“Yes. Very much” you whisper, goosebumps rising in your arms as he gets his hands under your (his) sweatshirt to take it off of you. “You can do it again, I don’t mind”

“Who knew you were such a bad girl, huh?

“I’m not bad! I just think I look more pretty when you mark me up”

Eddie starts to kiss your bruises, soft lips dancing around your thighs. He takes his time, leaving pecks on every part of your naked skin, stopping on your tummy to leave wet and sloppy kisses. Your back arches a tiny bit, as you yearn for your body to touch his.

“You do look pretty when I mark you up” he murmurs against your skin, working his cold lips against your warmth until he kisses the pool of wetness on your panties. “But I gotta be gentle with you today”

“Oh, okay” A soft moan escapes from your lips, feeling your boyfriend’s impatient fingers play around the waist of your panties. Pulling them down and helping you get out of them, he starts by giving your pussy a little kiss. 

Your body shakes as he works you up with his tongue, collecting your wetness and teasing your little bundle of nerves with slow kitty licks. 

“Baby, baby-” you whine.

“Shhh, baby I told you I’ll be gentle with you” Eddie taps the sides of your thighs with his fingers, caressing your legs while he begins to suck your puffy and needy clit. Your back arches a little more, grinding his face. "You always taste so fucking good"

When he stops, he looks at you with his shiny eyes, his lips swollen with a mix of your juices and saliva. You watch his perfect curls bob against his face as he takes his pants and boxers off, leaving his huge cock out already leaking with precum.

“Please please I need you” Your soft whines make Eddie’s cock twitch.

“I know sweetheart, I know”

He gets fully on top of you, his chest bumping with your breasts and your sticky bodies pressed against each other perfectly, as pieces of a puzzle. One of his arms holds him in place while his other arm passes underneath you, to hold your back as you let yourself melt against his touch.

One of your hands finds his cock, holding it to press against your entrance. You rub the tip teasingly against your core after Eddie moves his hips to get inside you.

“God, honey” He feels your warm walls against his cock, as you take all of him so well. “That’s it, that’s my baby” 

When you take all of him, he starts to move his hips slowly. Thrusting against you with delicacy, each one of his movements so soft and dreamy.

“Pretty, pretty” he coos, his open mouth against your jaw. His warm breath hits your neck as he hides his face. “Doing so well, baby”

“Baby, baby” you moan, hugging his waist with your legs while your hands play with his curls.

“I love you, I love you so much” 

“I love you too, baby”

That night Eddie makes love to you, making you cum harder than ever. While the shiny gold ring waits for you at the bottom of his drawer.

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