#sitwells

sin is not an otp like, well all know your otp is anyone x force sex

url: (-)5/5 (THIS URL MAKES ME UNCOMFORTABLE)

theme: 5/5

following: no(t yet!) / f+ / yes! / ‘till the endof the line!

compliment: you said you’re a slut for compliments so i’m going to be real here and tell you that you’re just an amazing human being who always manages to cheer me up, especially when i’m down and self-deprecating and you put up with my endless shouting at you about headcanons and like dude, we talk constantly wtf like i go to sleep messaging you and wake up to message you back wow <3

I NEVER SIN. I AM THE PUREST OF THE PURE. SWEET CINNAMON ROLL ANGEL.

send me a colour + a pairing for a ficlet

White : Flying in dangerous weather.

How they kept getting into this situation Finn would never understand.

“We’re going to crash.” He groaned, the forest below them whizzing by in a dazzling array of colours that might have been beautiful if it wasn’t for the darkened clouds looming overhead and the impending doom right behind it.

“We’ll be fine,” Poe assured him but a second later added, “I think.”

The A-Wing that they had jammed themselves into, still not meant for two but they had managed, creaked around them and covered Finn’s next groan.

When he had agreed to go out with Poe for a flight around the planet he hadn’t expected this, the sudden onslaught of hail hitting the A-Wing filled the cockpit and it could have been just his imagination but it felt like the ship shuddered beneath them.

“Can’t even shoot at it.” He sulked, glaring at the falling chunks of ice.

Next to him Poe snickered, “Finn this ship has survived battles in space, it can take a beating and get us back in one piece.”

He tried to relax, knowing that if anyone could fly in such weather it would be Poe but when the wind blew so badly it knocked a branch of a tree that swung up to hit the hull of the ship he winced.

“Finn trust me.” Poe slipped one hand from the clutch to rest on Finn’s thigh and squeezed lightly. “I’ll get us through this.”

If the A-Wing had perhaps been new Finn might not have had a problem with it, but as the old ship that Poe’s mother used to fly it was at least older than him and possibly more unsafe than the Falcon.

Still when their camp came into sight he let out a sigh of relief, nearly sagging next to Poe, “Thank the Force.” He muttered.

“You can thank me too.” Poe sulked as he landed it, standing up and helping Finn scramble out of the cockpit.

When they reached the ground Finn grinned, “I guess kissing you is better than kissing the ground.”

Poe let out an indignant noise but the spark in his eyes told Finn he knew the other man was joking.