“Wonderful!!” He put an arm around the smaller trooper.

“I find that they play favorites on this ship: people have to find their own partners instead of being assigned. It’s….difficult, to say the least, to find a partner.” He grins and shakes her shoulder good naturedly, although with a little too much enthusiasm. “But I saw the way you handled yourself in battle and I knew I had to ask!”

His arm was warm, and he didn’t try to grope her in the hall. So far, she approved. “It’s so inefficient, this...finding your own partner thing. On my old base, we had a roster, and it changed bimonthly to avoid unwelcome attachments.”

She squared her shoulders and lifted her chin at the compliment. “You handle yourself quite well also. I appreciate that you know your strengths. Too many troopers try to be standouts and end up hurting the collective team, but you seem to understand your function within the team.”

200 follower FOLLOW 5EVER

Holy Shiznips I’m at 200 followers so I guess this is appropriate? I just wanna say thank you :3  I don’t interact with all of these but seeing them on my dash makes me happy.

So these are organized by character~

@likemyfatherbeforeme, 

@chasiingfreedom, @bigdeal-2187

@flyboypoedameron, 

@kylorendarknight, @omgdontcallmeben, @serratedlight, @kyloren-sithlord 

@the-general-hux, @carefulrcn, @hux-capacitor 

@droidsrus, @rollingmapcarrier, @askthebb8

@tinytroopermick, @techsided, @darksidewalker, @bigtrooperbeau, @master-jedi-shaak-ti, @nutricemxviera, 

@illapaulo

((blush!))

Poe leaned on the nearby wall. He started thinking about what she could do and what the Resistance needed. “Have you considered training?” Poe asked. “You can show our troops how the First Order trains their troops, so we’re more prepared.”

Mick tilted her head and thought about it. “I suppose that’s not a bad idea. I’ve never taught anyone before. But I do know training. They’ll have to tell me what you guys usually do first, I keep thinking things are normal and then it turns out they aren’t here.”

Beau was completely still beside her, barely breathing. He still remembered what it was like to be scolded in the First Order, the punishments they could endure. 

“Good.” the man looked between the two of them, clearly exhausted. “I’ll set you up with a meeting with the general. You can talk about your placements there.” 

When the man walked out, Beau flopped onto the mat onto his back and took some deep breaths, trying to ignore his frantically beating heart and the anxiety running through his veins. “That was Bantha shit.” 

Mick sighed and sat down next to him, resting her arms on her knees. “It was. Fucking- you weren’t even punching me.”

She scowled down at her feet. She wouldn’t have let him actually hit her in the stomach. She wouldn’t endanger her kid like that. She was- she was a good mom. Or. Well. Shit. She probably shouldn’t have risked it. But- goddamnit, it wasn’t like they gave her a guide on what not to do.

Beau looked a little pale next to her. “Hey. I’m sorry I got you in trouble.”

Poe kneeled next to her and began to gently massage her shoulders. “You work out so much. No wonder your shoulders are so tight.”

Someone touching her while she was facedown made her tense; she couldn’t help it. But as he kept gently rubbing her, she slowly relaxed. “Can’t get rusty. Gotta stay on my game.”

It's Sexual Sunday so...

Pretty much this is your excuse to do what you want to my muse and see if you can get away with it. So go crazy! 

Mick had his head like a vice, and he knew he was sunk; her arms were strong, second strongest only to her thighs. He knew what to do; he could slam his back into the wall, daze her just enough to pull her off and-

“What are you two doing!?” a higher ranking officer shouted as they stormed over. Beau immediately let go of Mick to stand ramrod straight and salute.

“Sir! We were sparring, sir!”

“You were..” They ran a hand over their face. “You were…sparring. With a pregnant woman.”

“Sir! I had no intention of punching her stomach!”

“You shouldn’t hit a pregnant woman at all!”

Mick slid off Beau quickly as the officer started berating them. Shit. “Sir, please. It was my idea.”

The officer looked at her incredulously. “Why on earth would you let him hit you? You’re pregnant!”

She fidgeted. “Well, the point was not to get hit, sir.”

They looked skyward and took a deep breath. “Okay. You are officially banned from sparring, fighting, or any other combat until after the baby is born. Do you understand?”

She scowled. Fighting was what she was best at, and sometimes felt like the only thing she was good at. What was she supposed to do for nine months? “...Yes, sir.”

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“Okay, yeah, that’s fair.” Poe shoved his hands in his pockets. “Have you been assigned to a division yet?”

“No,” she sighed, crossing her arms. “I specialized in hand-to-hand back in the order but they’ve taken me off active combat for the time being.” By the time she’d had the kid and could get back to fighting, she’d be rusty. “They want me to explore alternatives. It’s weird. I’m not good at much but fighting.”

Height Related Sentences, Send one for My Muse’s Reaction..

1. “Shall I tell you what’s going on? Or would you like me to get you a Box?”

2. “Who are you calling ‘Someone so small they can only be seen with a magnifying glass’?!”

3. “Hey cheer up, Dynamite comes in small packages!”

4. “You’re too small to not look when you’re angry..”

5. “I’m not a giant, you are just really short!”

6. “How’s the Weather down there?”

7. “Hows the Weather up there?”

8. “The good thing about being this short is, I have better access to Dat Ass!”

9. “Call me short one time Asshole! I dare you! I double Dog Dare YOU!”

10. “Big People Suck!”

11. “If you don’t stop patting my head..My fist is going between your LEGS!”

12. “Sorry, but you must be this short to ride ‘This’ ride..”

13. “You’re too short to handle all this, Sweetie..”

14. “I DO NOT NEED A BOOSTER SEAT! PUT ME DOWN!”

15. “What? No! I will not be Your throne chair!”

16. “Yeah, you are tall..But that just means more of you to love! Mmfff!”

17. “You are not using me for a step ladder!”

18. “Watch where you are stepping you big oaf!”

19. “I’m not Small..I’m Fun Sized..”

20. “You know what the best thing about small guys/girls is? They are easy to move into the perfect position!”

21. “There is nothing 'FUN’ about this..”

22. “Bend down so I can kiss you..”

23. “You want a Kiss? You have to work for it..Get up here and We’ll talk..”

24. “This is the most awkward slow dance I’ve ever had..But..I still like it..”

25. “I’d tell you to calm down, but it looks like you are already half way there!”

Beau didn’t get a chance to think of his shortcoming. Mick was on him, and he needed to fix himself, not worry about the deficit.

It was the same trick as before, so he was ready for it. His bodty jerked to and fro, and, ignoring the twinge in his shoulder brought his arms up to grab he legs. If he could get a good grip, he could throw her.

“Never!” he tried not to laugh, both from being resistance scum and the thrill of the fight made him feel happy in a way he hadn’t in a long time.

“Then taste the fury of the First Order!” She could feel him grip her legs and was very aware of what he could do with that grip- they had, after all, had a whole fighting routine on the battlefield that involved him literally throwing her at the enemy. She looped her arms around his neck and held on tight, clinging furiously to her perch.

“Then you’ll have to lie down.” Poe motioned to the bed.

Mick flopped down, wiggling until she was comfortable and resting her head on her folded arms. She wouldn’t normally allow herself to just be in a vulnerable position like this, but FN-2187 and Beau seemed to trust him.