americano/do you find the ocean frightening? YES. Absolutely. I’m terrified of it. I went for the first time since I was 4 last summer, and I was a disaster. It’s beautiful, don’t get me wrong, but the waves were too strong and I am too small and yeah no thank you. 

iced coffee/what natural phenomenon do you find most pretty? Probably reeeeally colorful sunsets. :)

14. Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.

Finn had his suspicions that he was Force sensitive, but he never fully believed it. Some said the Force was only strong with those who had “midichlorians”, whatever those were. Others, like General Organa, told him that as long as you were alive, the Force was within you. But Finn was no Jedi–at least, not yet–and so he remained in awe of true Force users, and wondered if he’d ever find a way to harness such power himself.

Yes, he never believed he was Force sensitive…until one night, when he awoke without apparent reason. The air was still and silent, but the coldness Finn felt on his skin did not seem to match with the temperate, slightly tropical climate of D’Qar. He sat up in his bed, careful not to disturb the others who slept in his barracks. Deep in his heart he felt an icy, terrible fear that was not his own.

A sweat broke out on his brow and he heard a distant voice cry out in terror. With a jolt, Finn leapt from his bed, searching for the source…but there was none. All at the Resistance base was at peace. He lay down again, and could not explain the tears that threatened to leak from the corners of his eyes.

The next day, Rey came back. Skywalker was not with her, though she spoke of his eventual return. Finn had not seen her since Starkiller Base…they had so much to talk about. It was a flurry of talking, planning, questions, and urgent information exchanges between the Resistance and the last connection to the Jedi. But night soon fell, and Finn turned in with a feeling of contentment and comfort.

Until the coldness struck again.

Only this time, the shout that followed was louder and seemed more real than it had the night before. Stepping carefully past his sleeping bunkmates, Finn padded down the hall of the barracks to the women’s quarters, where Rey was. The door was ajar, and when Finn peered through the crack, he an empty bed where his friend should have been.

No…there she was. Crumpled into a ball on the floor, sitting under the window. Her fingers were woven into her loose hair and trembling arms hid her face. She looked so…vulnerable.

Finn hesitated for a brief moment, but stuck his head in the door anyway.

“Rey?” he whispered softly.

Rey looked up with a ragged breath, and in the half-moonlight her cheeks glistened.

“Rey? Oh, no, nonono,” Finn breathed quietly, pushing past the door (careful not to let the old hinges squeak). He crouched beside her and put a hand on her arm. She was so cold. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

With a shiver, Rey dragged her hands down her face, her eyes staring through the ceiling to something far, far away.

“I thought they’d stopped,” she whispered. “But I can’t get rid of them.”

“Get rid of what?” Finn asked, though he already knew the answer.

“The nightmares. They’re so…they’re so real, Finn.”

Rey let a hand drop down to rest atop Finn’s, and he grasped it tightly, trying to convey all his understanding, all his comfort, through the simplicity of contact.

“Ren haunts me. I can’t stop seeing it all over again…I can’t stop feeling it all over again. His evil in my head…his saber through his father’s heart…”

Her gentle voice cracked, and Rey pulled her eyes from their distant stare and brought them to rest on Finn.

“I can’t stop fighting him. I see him, always, hurting you…and I can’t do anything.”

Finn readjusted himself, sitting close beside Rey with his back against the wall as she was. He did not let go of her hand; she wouldn’t have let him.

“Hey,” Finn said, rubbing his thumb across her hand. “I’m with you, okay? Always. I’m here, I’m okay, and you don’t have to be alone.”

Rey’s lip trembled, but her eyes no longer shone with tears. The moon began to set, and the light faded, and it was still. Rey closed her eyes and breathed out slowly, and through her hand Finn felt her heartbeat ease. In a moment of impulsive confidence, Finn placed a kiss on Rey’s forehead; it just felt right. Rey let her head drop to Finn’s shoulder and sighed a quiet “thank you”.

But Finn didn’t think he should have been the one being thanked.

41:if you could choose one instrument to master overnight, which would it be? The violin!! I’ve always loved it and wished I could play. 

Home/In What Type of Enviroment Do You Feel Most Safe? 

Anywhere with family. Specifically probably my mom or my brother. Quiet, laid back. Warm lighting. Blankets. My brother’s couch with an X-Box controller in my hand and hot-chocolate steaming in front of me.

Finds/What Type of Item Would You Most Likely Buy at an Antiques Store?

Old dishware. Cups and saucers that have been removed from their set, vases, pottery, serving dishes, platters, pitchers. I’m SUCH a sucker for those sorts of things. I’ve got a Hope Chest (or Hope Tupperware as I like to call it) that is filled only with dishes and vases and silverware. 

IT WAS LITERALLY ONLY BECAUSE I THOUGHT JAMES MARSDEN WAS HOT