FANSERVICE MEME

[stabbyfingers]

THE FANSERVICE MEME

STEP ONE: Comment with your characters!

STEP TWO: comment to people's characters either anonymously or as yourself with who you want to see them thread with! Include a prompt! Gen, shippy, crack, whatever! "Give [character] a hug!" "Punch [character] in the face!" "You're now stuck in an elevator with [character]!" "NOW KISS" If you don't include a prompt, they either have to flirt or are stuck in a box together

STEP THREE: that person goes and tags that other person and reacts icly !! stalk that thread

STEP FOUR: remember to keep checking back for new people to prompt! don't let timezones ruin ur day

( U CAN OPT OUT OF STUFF THAT MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE !! IT'S FOR FUN !!! )

Comments

[flightforfreedom]

[ Ugh, he sees that knowing expression. Damn it. Damn whoever the hell it was that thought this was a good idea. ]

Right, I forgot you had your spine replaced by stick shoved up your ass. Come on. You really want to drag this out?

[photophobic]

[ Does he want to luxuriate in the rolling blend of fear and... whatever that is, bleeding out into the Force from where Poe stands defiantly, staring up at him?

Yes.
Yes, of course he does.

He cocks his head, taking one more unhurried step well into the reach of Poe's arms, enjoying the way Poe's head has to tip back to keep a line of sight on him.

His eyes track slowly over Poe's face and come to a curious rest on his lips. ]

You have something for me.

[flightforfreedom]

[ Ugh. Ugh?? Fine. Fine, he's getting this over with. He still can't reach and even though he's close enough to grab Kylo, all the hairs on the back of his neck are raised and he doesn't really want to grab him. So fuck it. ]

Yeah, yeah. I've got something for you, all right.

[ He pushes up on his toes and plants a rough kiss where he can reach - which happens to be Kylo's throat. ]

[photophobic]

[ It's distressingly, shockingly good. Kylo's breath catches, pulse racing under the press of Poe's mouth. Lips soft, stubble sharp. It's a blunt punch of a kiss, and it's perfect.

He doesn't catch at Poe's upper arms and drag him close, but the idea of doing so lingers long after the moment to act has passed- an illusion, like something constructed by the persistence of vision. He's not certain if it's his realisation of the possibility, or Poe's fear of it. ]

Yes, I think that satisfies your obligation.

[flightforfreedom]

[ Every single cell or neuron or atom in his body feels like its electric and will jump right off him at any single minute. He's never felt as palpable a Flight response in his entire life.

And he's a pilot.

He immediately backs up, hands up. ]

Yeah, I'm done. I'm out.

[ And he's not even going to pretend he's not fleeing, muttering 'fuck this place' to himself under his breath. ]