Something has begun to whisper in the back of your head. Each day it grows louder. You feel the urge to tie an orange ribbon around your wrist. You check your snapchat frequently, waiting for updates. A copy of Con Air has appeared among the box of DVDs from the library. You dare not watch it. You open your backpack and discover a bottle of Faygo, unopened, at the bottom. You’re beginning to see those zodiac posts floating around again. The beast is awakening. Those shitty 3-D glasses are staring at you from the drawer you’d put them in. You stare back. Your heart is racing. The voice in the back of your head is loud enough to make out now. Something honks outside your window. The voice is not one, but dozens of voices, reawakened from their slumber. They whisper, and you feel sick. You can hear them, chanting over and over and over again: “4/13 is coming, 4/13 is coming”.
It’s tomorrow. You are terrified. Cal’s awful yaois are behind your eyelids when you blink. You begin to say it with them.
4/13 is coming. It’s tomorrow. Homestuck is awake. Brace yourselves.
As we’ve already mentioned, the original Star Wars trilogy was a coded metaphor for George Lucas’ life – how a young idealistic man didn’t want to be dragged down by his father’s bad choices. So it’s fitting that in Star Wars: The Force Awakens, J.J. Abrams not only revisits the plot of the original Star Wars, but also its motivation. Only this time, the father is George Lucas, and his bad choices are the steaming piles of Bantha fodder that are the prequel trilogy. Right off the bat, the opening crawl lets us know that Luke (who remember, is Lucas’ fictional counterpart) is out of the picture. Like in real life, the guy who was a big deal decades ago isn’t a part of this movie.
So why have the heroes of the original Star Wars been banished to strange planets / luxury Californian estates? Both Luke and Lucas tried to follow up their successes with another project and screwed up royally. Lucas made three craptacular movies, while Luke started a new Jedi Order but ended up teaching a new Space Hitler how to murder people with laser swords. Hard to say which is worse.
RFA+V+Saeran with an MC who touches them distractedly a lot, like not in a sexual way or a ticklish way, but just absentmindedly touching their skin as if it's physically comforting for the MC to know the one they love is right beneath their fingertips. If you've got too many, don't worry about it though. ^-^
I feel like some of this is very close to the fine line between ‘cute and soft’ and ‘cheesy and cringey’ so I guess I’ll leave it to you guys to decide which side of the line it’s on lol
he finds it oddly intimate
every time you do it his entire body heats up with a weird kind of mix between embarrassment and pride
she’s touching me she loves me
it really helps to calm his anxieties about not being good enough for you
he especially likes it when you do it in public, because it shows everyone that you belong to each other and that you’re not ashamed to be with him
it always sends tingles throughout his body and makes him shiver in the best way
he probably gets all sulky if you haven’t done it in a while, or didn’t do it for as long that time
he just really likes how it feels ok
he thinks it’s super adorable
it makes him grin like an idiot whenever he feels you doing it
he’ll often do it back in response because he loves the innocence of the whole thing
he’s sometimes worried it’ll awaken ‘the beast’ but honestly, it never usually does
it’s too soft and pure and he doesn’t want to corrupt that
the most it ever leads to is a soft kiss, because it makes his heart swell with love and sometimes he can’t resist it
it makes him feel so fuzzy
she’s really not used to affectionate physical contact, and so it surprises her at first
she might jump a little when she feels it the first few times because she isn’t expecting it
you instantly apologise and say it’s just a habit you have with people you care about
and she’s like… me?! you care about me?!
once she’s used to it, it soothes her a hell of a lot
if she’s ever stressed over something all she has to do is sit with you for a little while and feel your fingers dancing over her skin and it’ll calm her down
she kind of melts into it when it happens, because she’s never felt this loved in her entire life
every time he feels your fingers brushing against him, it makes his heart leap a little
he’s not used to this kind of loving touch
whenever women have flirted with him before, they touched him in an awkward, flirty way, but this is different
he didn’t realise that a simple touch could feel so good
you often don’t notice when you’re doing it, and he never points it out because he doesn’t want you to get embarrassed and stop
he’s never quite sure how to respond to it, because he doesn’t have much experience with this kind of thing
so he settles for just closing his eyes and allowing himself to let down his guard for little while
the first few times it happens he kind of tenses up and freezes
he’s not used to any kind of physical contact with people, and he doesn’t feel like he deserves your affection
you usually don’t notice his strange reaction, so you continue
after a few moments he relaxes into it, and every time it happens he gradually gets more and more comfortable
and he finds that he actually really loves it, because it shows that you genuinely do love him, which is always something he worries about
he worries he’s not good enough for you and that you’ll get sick of him, but this helps him forget that
it helps calm him down and focus on nothing but you for a few moments
it’s like you guys are the only people in the entire universe
and he ends up finding himself subconsciously picking up the habit too
he loves the physical contact and the constant reminder you’re here with him
at first it makes him jump every time you touch him
he’s kind of twitchy and definitely not used to gentle, physical contact
he knows you don’t do it on purpose, and honestly he’s not entirely sure how he feels about it at first
he tries to put up with it because he doesn’t want to make you feel bad about it, and he kind of wants to figure out how it makes him feel
eventually, after he manages to push past the initial anxiety, he realises it’s actually kind of… nice
your touch is never harsh or aggressive, and so this gives him a taste of the kind of human contact he isn’t used to
he never knows how to respond, and usually just sits there while you do it, totally hyperaware of every movement
it sends his brain into overdrive every time
he really doesn’t feel like he deserves any kind of love
and he’s always been scared of abandonment, but whenever you do it he questions how he could possibly ever be scared of you leaving
he’s big on touch too
and as it turns out, he has pretty much the same habit
whenever you’re near each other, you’re always touching in some way
maybe he’ll be stroking your thigh and you’ll be tracing patterns on his arm
he loves it because of how intimate it feels, and it also reassures him that you’re there and that you love him
it helps soothe him whenever he’s feeling down
and it helps him realise that there are different kinds of love in the world
strong and trusting love with Jumin, fast-paced and intense love with Rika, complicated and fragile love with Saeyoung, and then soft, gentle and pure love with you
neither of you really notice when it’s happening
it’s only once it’s stopped that you feel the absence of it
Here’s verison 2! I’m giving you a warning, this is very dramatic, there is some drinking, and it’s very long! I hope you like it! Message me with feedback!
Kylo Ren was infamous throughout out the galaxy, known as the poster boy for The first Order. He was cruel, unwavering in the fight against the Resistance; but you got a view of him that no one else did, even from your prison cell. You could remember the pictures of a smmiling little boy that General Leia had showed you. How could any love the beast he had turned into? Either way, she had entrusted you with her secret and now you could use it against her long-lost son. While you were on a scouting mission, your ship was jumped by a First Order Star Cruiser. The memories of Stormtroopers flooding the halls of your ship were still racing through your mind when the door to your cell opened one day. In the doorway stood the dark figure of Kylo Ren. You felt your knees threaten to buckle under the fear, but you thought of the cause and from that to your family. You had joined the Resistance to protect them and the possibility of being captured was part of the deal.
“You are strong,” echoed the robotic voice, “but not as nearly as strong as me.” You held your ground, standing before the hooded creature. You didn’t reply to his pointless statement, you knew who he truly was and that was your greatest strength. “Too scared to answer me, well, I do wish that changes during our interrogation.” The heavy metal door shut behind him and as if on queue, the chair in your room shot out behind you. A force pushed you down into the chair and you realized this was by his doing.
“Now,” he started, “tell me what your gang of killers was looking for.” Your nose twitched at his order. Your crew had been looking for any sign of First Order inhabited sections of galaxy when you were attacked; when members of your squad were murdered by the enemies.
“We’re the killers?” You hissed, catching the masked creature off guard. “We are not the killers here, the Resistance are the saviors. We will bring peace to the galaxy, the very peace you stole away.” Kylo Ren cocked his head to the side, as if examining you.
“You’re Y/N L/N, according to the files we found on your ship.” You tensed at the sound of your name, flashing back to the sounds of your comrades screaming for help as they were shot down by Stormtroopers. You gazed down at the floor, trying to block out the haunting memory. “A pilot, a very skilled pilot at that.” You continued to stare at the bland grey flooring, ignoring the monster that stood above you. “But that’s not why we spared you out of all the rest,” this peaked your interest. You gazed up at the masked figure, as if telling him to continue; and as if under your spell, he did. “I spared you because of what you know.”
“So what are you going to do,” you asked with a cocky tone “hold me captive forever?” Kylo Ren remained quiet, as if calculating your suggestion. “One just doesn’t forget their enemies real name,” you paused, “Ben Solo.” The creature lunged forward at the utterance of his real true name, but no harm was inflicted upon you. You locked your gaze with the eyes of the mask, staring but seeing nothing that lead you to believe that, whatever was hidden within was in fact human. Only prior knowledge confirmed the doubts that swirled in your mind. This was in fact him, the small boy you had seen; but now he was grown and a well-known murderer of the innocent. He pulled away from you, his dark cloaks flowing as he moved.
“No, you fate is far worse than this prison cell,” he muttered, turning his back to you. He stepped forward and the door to the cell opened. “I hope you sleep well, Y/N.” With that final statement, he walked out of the small room. When his darkness disappeared behind the metal door, the force holding you against the chair lifted and you were able to move once more. That was until, the door opened again and a Stormtrooper hit you with a stun blast.
When you awoke, you found yourself covered by a heavy blanket. You sat up in the soft, large bed and looked around the large room. Dark curtains hung against the window, they were open and showing off the forest landscape outside. You crawled out from under the blanket to look outside the window. The forest outside resembled that of Endor, but the grassland to the left was unfamiliar to you. You looked down at yourself, taking in the dark clothes that adorned your body; clothes that weren’t your own. You turned around, taking in the rest of the room. A dark red, almost maroon wallpaper matched the rest of the gothic theme. A dark wood vanity, without a mirror, rest against the far right wall, nearest to the door. An open door at that.
You crept towards the door, peeking your head outside of it. Down the hall, you noticed more doors and a painting of the what you assumed was the grassland outside. You walked quietly towards the painting, admiring the piece of art. You heard footsteps fall from behind you but you waited until they grew closer to spin around. You extended an arm as you spun around, but the man behind you caught it before it could hit the side of his head.