As requested by anonymous: Poe and reader are roommates and if Poe ever has a date at home sometimes reader accidentally wanders through the room forgetting Poe has a date and is always interrupting. Poe’s dates never mind and reader really doesn’t mean to interrupt they just forget but ohhhh one day Poe has had enough so after his date went home he confronts reader like really closely confronts them
A/N: mentions and implications of sex.
Finding different girls in your kitchen almost every morning was no surprise to you. Your best friend, Poe “I can get any girl I want” Dameron, was such a playboy. There were often times where whenever you walked into the kitchen and see a new girl there, you’d just strike up a conversation with them. Talk about movies, the news, celebrities, whatever. It didn’t have to be awkward so you didn’t make it awkward.
Did you often wish that these girls were you? Yes and no. You didn’t want to be a conquest to Poe. You wanted him to care for and touch you with so much love. Like with the love you had for him…
The thing about Poe was that he often told you when he’d have a date over. He always reminded you…you just would often forget. That would usually get you into some sticky situations…
One time Poe was starting to go at it with his date. They were aggressively making out on the couch. You didn’t know this was happening when you walked into the living room. You stopped mid-step when you saw the girl rip her top off. You sure as hell didn’t want to see any more. So you cautiously began walking backwards and you were successful…until you bumped into a table thus causing a vase to fall over.
The girl looked up and both of you met each other’s gaze with wide eyes, “Oh my God!” The girl grabbed for her shirt and covered herself. She leaped off of Poe’s lap, “I thought you said no one was home!”
“Yeah, I thought so too.”
You cautiously and shyly waved, “Uh, hi?”
“I-uh, think I’m gonna go, Poe. I’ll see you around.”
“No! Wait, Ashley! We could just-”
“It’s okay. Just call me.” ‘Ashley’ as you just learned her name, quickly put on her top and left your place.
Poe groaned with frustration and stood glaring at you, “I told you I had a date!”
“I’m sorry! I forgot!”
“Whatever, Y/N.” Poe stalked to his room muttering about having to deal with situation by himself.
i’m going to gay pride for the first time this year and i’m so excited because i’m out to all of my friends (except for one who i will be telling before pride) and i will actually be able to tell them about it, i’m gonna be with a chill group of friends and i’m just?? gonna spend a whole day celebrating that i’m gay??? the purpose of this post is exactly NOTHING i’m just very excited and needed to get it out :’))) let’s hope i’ll actually feel confident to flirt with girls as well
Tonight on Aunty Fishy abuses the Ewan McGregor Google Search algorithm, here is a WIP of the three Obi-Wans in my fic Where Shall We Three Meet Again? They’re not done by any stretch of the imagination but you know, how could I not give Arulas his proper eye color? HOW CAN I RESIST SITH EYES? I AM NOT MADE OF STONE.
They are from left to right…
Canon! Obi-Wan Kenobi otherwise known as The Old Man or occasionally Ben Kenobi. Fem! Obi-Wan otherwise known as Little Sister. Sith! Obi-Wan otherwise known as Darth Arulas.
Sir-Not-Appearing-In-This-Picture-But-In-This-Fic is Anakin Skywalker, otherwise known as The Podracer and you can find a lovely portrait done by @writegowrite right HERE.
Also, please click to make it bigger so you can actually see details, if you want to? You don’t have to but I think it looks better that way. Also, I think Arulas has raided Count Dooku’s wardrobe. I may need to talk to him about that.
Characters: reader x McReynolds (and other EWS characters)
Rating: NSFW 18+ Explicit Smut
A/N: Sorry NOT SORRY for this, it got kinda long lol
There he is. That smug look on his face. That stupid mustache. That stupid raven black hair. The girls just flock to him. Why? What is it about Glen McReynolds that’s so damn special? He’s cocky, rude and thinks he’s God’s gift to women and baseball.