I wish they had explored more about Kylo Ren’s power in the movies. I felt so much potential in TFA, when he paralyzes Poe’s blaster shot. How terrifying! What a waste we didn’t see Kylo Ren at his full strength… Imagine how powerful he would be!
This is giving bittersweet goodbye vibes and now I’m inspired 🥺…
Rey pulled back on Ben’s hand as he led her to the carriage. “What do you mean you’re not coming?! I told you I’m not leaving the city without you!”
“It’s not safe here anymore. I won’t let you stay and risk your life.” He turned, cradling her face in his hands. “I’ll come find you, I swear it. I can’t leave yet, not until I finish this. I know what I have to do.”
Chin quivering, Rey lifted to her toes and pressed a searing kiss to his lips. The kind she hoped would haunt him and remind him of his promise every moment until they were finally together again.
“What you have to do is stay alive,” she murmured, her words much more of a command than a request.
Ben’s lips curled in a half smile. “For you? Always.”
One more heated kiss, and before Rey knew it she was traveling through the darkness on the bumpy road, watching out the window as the outline of her husband become smaller and smaller.
If things had been different, she’d have fought him until he agreed to let her stay. She wouldn’t have left his side while she was still breathing, and she’d risk her life to do so. But as it was…
Rey pressed a palm against her abdomen, smiling through the tears and reassuring herself softly.
How do you feel about “You cannot see me in my dress before the wedding!” or "My wife has a nice ring to it." with Steve <33 ? I feel like of all the Steve writers I’ve read out there you can really do a wedding with him justice💜💜
You were immeasurably grateful that the knock on the door came just after you had asked your bridesmaids to give you some time alone before the ceremony. Thinking that it was one of them- most likely Robin- coming back for something they had forgotten in the dressing room, you remained in your seat at the dressing table and waited for the person to walk in. A few second passed without the door opening and then another knock sounded, this time accompanied by a voice.
“Babe, are you there?”
Your eyes widened and you twisted in your seat to stare at the door in disbelief.
Not the words you wanted your boyfriend to greet you with as soon as you got through the door. Shrugging your bag off of your shoulder and setting it on the shoe rack, you frowned at him.
“What did you do?”
Steve shook his head.
“Promise you won’t be mad first.”
“Tell me what you’ve done and then I’ll promise,” you countered, eyebrows raised.
additional notes ; ‘drowning in oversized sweaters’ prompt used. thank you, bubba, stevie in sweaters is something i need to see </33
steve never wears knitted sweaters, more of a sweatshirt wearing man or just a plain jacket if he’s cold. he has a nice style, tons of polo shirts or pretty coloured sweatshirts you usually find yourself coddled against.
hi hi!! how are you? can i request a steve x reader where reader has been working a lot and is really sleepy and just wants to cuddle with steve and steve’s trying to cook dinner or something but ends up just giving up cause he can’t say no to u?? thanks honey <33
hi baby im great thanks so much for your request! ♡ fem!reader
“I miss you,” you say softly.
It’s your softness that gives Steve pause where he’s standing in front of the grill, an oven mitt already in hand.
“Why’d you miss me? I’m right here,” he says with a wide smile, hoping to infect your tired mood with a great boost of happiness.
You smile at him for a second and then lean against the doorway. You’re all sweetness like a gaussian blur of a girl tonight. Messy hair, your untucked and rumpled shirt pulled out of your skirt, one crew sock up and one fallen down. There’s a downturn to your eyes. You blink slowly and often.
He turns from you reluctantly and pulls the garlic bread out from under the grill.
Steve misses the pad of your foot fall and flinches involuntarily at your hands wrapping around his front. He feels awful as soon as he does — you’ve never once given him a reason to flinch.
You don’t take any offense. You lay your cheek against his shoulder and he covers your hands placatingly.
“Gotta finish dinner, pretty girl,” he murmurs.
You nuzzle into him, your cheek sliding back and forth. He looks down at your hands, smaller in his, prettier. There’s a very minute trembling to them that betrays your fatigue.
When you woke up, it was so dark it was blue. The shadows shifted navy and the way your heart was racing made blood rush to your ears, a buzz of static, a high pitched whine as you came back to reality. You were warm but not, your skin sticky and slick from exertion, body shivering from a chill you weren’t sure was real.
“Why did we agree to this?” Steve grumbled, waiting slumped against the Henderson’s hallway wall.
You smiled, rolled your eyes good naturedly and tapped your boot to the boys. “Because Dustin asked.”
Steve scrunched his face and repeated once more, “like I said, why did we agree to this?”
You really give him a sharp kick that time, silently scolding him for being so dramatic considering how much you knew he loved the younger boy. But you tried a different tactic anyway, crossing the hall to loop your hands around his neck and pull him down to you.
You scrunched your face at the boy, embarrassed at having to repeat what you were sure was an usual request. You felt warm, shy almost, but Steve must’ve sensed it ‘cause he was taking your hand in his and pulling you to stand between his knees.
He prodded a gentle finger to your ribs, made you squirm, made you smile, albeit hesitantly. It had been a bad day. Things hadn’t gone the way they should have, small things, little things, but it had set you on edge from the moment you’d woken up. You spent your day chasing your tail, standing at work and trying not to cry after tasks went wrong and coffee stained your blouse.
steve is the type of boyfriend that when you complain about your bra not giving you enough support or that it’s hurting your back, he, without so much as a second thought, gently cups your boobs and lifts them to give you the relief you need.
