#rei sees through the lying AND plays along at the same time

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gentsro and rei in the same arb event, i feel so well-fed

pls they have such a. Such an interesting chemistry

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Nepotism? Who’s She

 (Pt1/?)

Various Wrestler (WWE, AEW) x Reader

Summary: In which reader is the daughter of the great Edge, but everywhere she goes her achievements are undermined because of her father being the rated r superstar. (There will be slight alters to how scenes actually went down)

Clash At The Castle 3/9/22

Nerves racked the girl's body, tonight she would be debuting on the main roster. with her father, his friend Rey Mysterio and Rey’s son Dominik, after The Judgement Day had betrayed her father, they needed someone to help deal with Rhea, who better then Edge’s own daughter? It did feel weird to be debuting at a pay-per-view but she was excited.

Rey gave the girl a comforting pat on her shoulder, trying to help her calm her nerves, she smiled at the shorter man and gave him a side hug. Rey and Dominiks music played as they stepped out, as did her fathers, they walked down to the ring where the Judgement Day was waiting. Edge slid in first and placed a finger up signaling for the Judgement Day to wait as he was handed a microphone by stage crew, he held it up “Now, this wouldn’t be a fair fight, if we just let Rhea run around rampant, I hope you don’t mind we brought someone along” The Judgement Day stared down the aisle as your entrance blasted, the crowd popped crazily, you’d seen social media, people were contemplating whether you would come to the main roster sooner or later, and here you are.

You slid into the ring, smirking at Rhea, as you pulled your hood down, basically mimicking her debut into The Judgement Day. She looked at you with malice as you slid out of the ring, same with her, the match started, and your boys were off to a great start.

You cheered as Dominik helped your dads secure the win, you slid into the ring and jumped into Dominiks arms, cheering as he held you then placed you down, he then turned to your dads and you watched, unaware to your surroundings from the amount of Adrenaline you had, the next few moments were a blur, you watched Dominik deliver a low blow to your dad and clothesline his, you tried to stop him but suddenly a pair of hands were wrapped around your wrists and a strong figure hovered over yours, another pair of hands directed your head to watch the carnage before you fold, Rhea slid into the ring with two kendo sticks and handed one to Dominik, you screamed and begged him not too, but the two started to launch a brutal assault on your father and Rey. Only when they were satisfied with the shattered kendo sticks that lay all over the mat and the two men who were lying defeated did they stop, and the other men let go of you.

you scurried over to them, checking if they were alright “Consider this a warning to anyone who tries messing with The Judgement Day” Come Damian’s deep voice from the speakers, you glared at them as they stepped out of the ring, you especially stared holes into the back of Dominiks Head as he made his way down the ramp.

Firday Night Smackdown 9/9/22

The next Fridat Night you took the stage, coming down the ramp with a microphone in your hand, you definitely meant business, you slid into the ring and held the microphone up “So, we all saw what happened at the clash of champions, and I don’t mean my awesome debut” I chuckle to myself, the universe pops and I sigh “I don’t know what was going through Dominik’s head, but next time I see him, I wouldn’t mind to whoop some sense into him” You spoke, you raise the microphone again but you are cut off by an ominous vocal as the once bright arena bleeds into purple and black, The Judgement Day step out, Dominik with them “Why don’t you go and say that again” Rhea challenges me, a snarl ever present on her face, I just smirk “I would whack send into Dominik and you know it, Rhea” Rhea’s face forms into a scowl as the judgement day walk down to the ring and close in on me.

Rhea steps in and moves to attack me but I duck her clothes line and slide out the ring, avoiding the boys and jumping over the barricade into the crowd, laughing the whole while, I blow kisses to Rhea and continue until I'm completely gone from the Universes line of sight.

Friday Night Smackdown 15/9/22

Liv Morgan the current Smackdown Women’s Champion is cutting a promo I am scheduled to interrupt, I walk out, my entrance music blaring obnoxiously loud as I enter, a microphone to my mouth “Liv Liv Liv, Little Lost Liv” I sing in a sing song voice skipping down to the ring “Little lost Liv! Is gonna get stripped of that title on her shoulder!” I continue to sing “But Liv probably isn’t up the the challenge” I taunt and she glares at me “I am up to it! you and me right now!” she says and I smirk, the bell rings and I hit her with a super kick, she rebounds off of the ropes and directly into my spear, where I pin her and get the 3 count “No way, did we just see the smackdown womens champion lose her title that quickly?” Michael Cole yells “I mean, thats the perk of having a highly celebrated and famous dad in the WWE” Corey Graves mocks which gets my attention, I slides out with the title belt on my shoulder “I’d like to see you get in the ring and put as much effort as I do!” I growl in his face and he shrinks in his seat.

I walk around and up the Ramp.

I laugh to myself and close my phone.

Omfg that seemed so rushed im sorry, but I hope y’all enjoyed it! but I got more plans that is gonna make this fic JUICY

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Elevated Railways - Ch 17

Ingo has been in Hisui for two years when two children fall from the sky - with wings like his. Did they come from the same place he did?

Word Count: ~2200

The four of them alighted on the mountaintop. Rei produced the Azure Flute, playing a tune into it. Akari and him moved a few paces ahead of the adults. For a moment nothing happened. 

Then a glowing staircase faded into existence. Ingos eyes widened as he watched. They seemingly went up and up into the very sky. The young twins looked between each other, then back at the adults. 

"I think we need to do this alone," Rei said. Akari nodded. 

Ingo didn't like it… but he understood. He held out his arms and his children scurried to him as he wrapped his arms around them. Emmet joined the hug too, his wings wrapping around the four of them tightly. 

"You two be careful up there. Safe driving only. Are your teams healed up?" Ingo pulled away from them and looked down at the two young faces. 

"Yes. All healed and we have healing items. I think we're ready," Rei confirmed. Ingo squeezed their shoulders one last time and let them go. Emmet hugged them close once more than also released them, both from his arms and wings. The children smiled and waved to them, beginning to climb the long glowing staircase. 

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The waiting was the worst part, in Ingos opinion. He and Emmet sat on the mountain, the wind buffering their wings and caps harshly without anything to block it. They ended up lying down on the rock face to avoid their hats being blown off. 

The sun drifted across the sky, from close to the horizon to overhead, to past them, beginning to hike its way back down to the earth. Ingo dozed off once or twice. He awoke every time to see Emmet dozing next to him, his eyes shut peacefully as he waited for the children to return. 

It wasn't until early afternoon that Ingo began to get worried. Had something happened to them? He kept a careful eye on the staircase, ensuring it never faded. It never did. It stayed there, glowing brilliantly and silently in the dazzling sunlight. 

The sun continued to creep along. Where were they? It had never taken them this long to do anything, even calming the Nobles had been easy for them. Ingo knew he was starting to panic and needed to breathe. Where were they? Were they alright? Had they already been sent back? Ingo considered climbing up the staircase and seeing if they were alright, though they had told him to stay put. Maybe they were mistaken. Maybe they needed help after all. Maybe-

“Ingo. Breathe.” Ingo blinked at Emmet’s voice and gasped in air. He hadn’t realized he had stopped breathing. He felt Emmet’s head leaning on his shoulder and his wing tucked around his back. “They are fine. I am sure of it.” 

“How can you know?” Ingo looked at the ground and placed his chin on his knees, tucked to his chest. Emmet’s wing tugged him closer to his brother’s side. He could feel the warmth there. Ingo had missed it in the time Emmet was gone. 

“They are strong. I am sure they are fine.” His voice, as per usual, portrayed nothing. Ingo sighed. He took a few deep breaths. 

“What if they were sent back already?” 

“Then we go see Arceus ourselves. If they are not back by evening, we can go check on them. The staircase has not moved.” Emmet’s arm slung itself over Ingo’s shoulders. Ingo nodded. 

“Yes… yes, that seems like a schedule I can keep.” Emmet smiled at him and laid his head on Ingo’s shoulder. 

The sun continued creeping through the sky. Another hour at least must have passed. 

Footsteps approaching. 

Ingo and Emmet whipped their heads up in sync. The young twins were slowly descending the stairs. Akari was limping. Rei was bruised and battered, some of his feathers missing. Akari’s wings did not seem in much better shape. Both of them seemed… sunken. Exhausted. The brothers stood immediately and practically flew to their children, hugging them tightly. They could both feel the way they sagged into them, like they were barely hanging on. Their eyelids drooped. 

“Are you both alright?” Ingo asked them, trying to keep his voice down. Rei blinked sluggishly and looked up. 

“Got hit. A lot. But it’s done. Wanna sleep.” He was leaning most of his weight into Ingo. 

Ingo had an idea. He pulled out his flute, playing the familiar tune. It took less than a minute for the desired effect to occur. “Snea?” 

“Lady Sneasler.” Ingo turned to her, showing her the exhausted children. She cried out in distress, looking them over and noting their injuries. “Might you help us get them home, Lady Sneasler? It is a little too windy to carry them ourselves safely.” She nodded vehemently, opening her basket. Ingo gently lifted Rei inside, as he was the heavier of the two. Emmet insisted that he could carry Akari, and Ingo left it be. Lady Sneasler took off, her cargo secured, as the brothers took to the sky, Emmet carrying another passenger tightly to his chest. 

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Ingo and Emmet were the first ones back to his tent, though Sneasler was not far behind. They had hardly landed and opened the door when her heavy footfalls approached the tent and entered, setting the basket gently on the ground. She removed the boy from within, setting him in the nest as Emmet set his sister next to him. Then Ingo pulled out his poultices and got to work. They were both clearly injured and needed some care. 

Sneasler did not leave the tent, but rather stuck around and fretted over the children. Emmet helped out wherever he could, at Ingo’s direction. He commanded the others as he saw fit, to hold up an arm, move some clothing, retrieve an item, and other such things. It took some time before he was satisfied with their coverings. 

By the time he was done, both were very asleep. The three left the children be, allowing them to simply lay for some time. Ingo was unsure about the extent of their injuries as they were still asleep, but from what he had seen, the worst thing was some missing feathers. They would grow back. Ingo saw no blood or anything either. Just bruises. 

However, there was something odd. Something that changed the theory Ingo had in his mind for his own quirks. 

They each had four wings now. 

Under the initial, older set was a second set of large wings that matched the first. They seemed to function exactly the same as the originals, but they were connected slightly lower than the first ones. They were slanted a little more as well, but otherwise seemed to move and work the same. Ingo ran his hand over the new appendages. It was on both of them. He knit his brow. It must definitely be something about being in close proximity to Arceus or some otherworldly being in general that caused the wings to appear, otherwise there would be no reason they would have them again now. Did Arceus give them the wings on purpose? Was it just a side effect? Did Arceus have something to do with why Ingo was here too, then? 

That made no sense. Arceus had told the children specifically what their mission was and they had carried it out to a T. Ingo had gotten no such message, and if he had, he’d had no recollection of it. Arceus had also been communicating with the twins regularly and guiding them. Ingo had gotten nothing. It only made sense that his own falling would have been an accident, but what if it hadn’t been? What if he had been moved here on purpose? 

“Ingo. It is late.” Ingo looked up suddenly and saw Emmet watching him, open concern in his face. Ingo knew it was, in fact, not that late, as there was still daylight outside. But he also understood what Emmet was getting at. 

Emmet gently shoved him down next to the young twins. Sneasler joined him, lying by their heads. Some Eevee made themselves apparent again, wrapping themselves under legs and around arms. Ingo allowed it. They were soft. Emmet settled on the other side of the twins, expanding his wing and wrapping it over the other three humans with him. Ingo did the same, laying his wing over Emmet’s and wrapping him up snugly. 

Sleep did not come for him, but the rhythmic breathing around him did lull him into a soft daze. 

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He was still awake when Emmet awoke. He was still awake when Sneasler awoke. He was even still awake when, after the entire night had passed and daylight shone through the slots in the upper part of the tent again, the twins awoke slowly. Ingo jerked himself up as he saw Akari’s eyes flutter open. She whined at him. 

“How are you feeling?” Ingo asked her, his voice strained. He was tired. 

“Sore.” She stretched her arms and legs, waking her brother. He moaned as he stirred. 

“Why do I hurt so much?” He rolled onto his stomach, his wings fluttering and resettling. 

“You must have fought with Arceus yesterday,” Emmet reasoned. He ruffled and combed his hands through Akari’s hair. “We do not know what happened up there. You passed out.” 

Akari shot up suddenly, startling the older humans and Sneasler. She churred in surprise. “I-Arceus, I forgot! We… we had to…” She pulled out her satchel, rummaging through it aggressively until she pulled out a peculiar Pokeball. It was a bright red all over it, no other whites or browns to be seen. It also did not appear to be made of wood, like most Pokeballs of this age were. She held it up, examining it. “Arceus.” She did not let it out, instead placing the ball back in her satchel for the moment. Rei sat up as well, rubbing his shoulder. 

“Ugh… it made us fight it, like one of the frenzied Nobles. Except this time its attacks were stupidly overpowered.” He closed his eyes and winced as he must have moved a sore muscle. 

Akari nodded. “Yeah. I think it actually killed us once or twice. Did you feel that too, Rei? How you kinda felt… out of your body if you fainted and you got slammed back in to keep fighting it?” 

Rei’s eyes widened and his hands stopped. “Yeah. Yeah, that happened to me, too.” 

Ingo’s heart stopped. He could tell that Emmet’s had too from the way that his smile froze on his face. He had been right. They had literally died up on that mountain. And they had sat around and waited…

“It did what?” Emmet’s smile returned, menacing and toxic. He stared directly at the bag that the Pokeball was lodged inside of. He seemed half-inclined to pull it out and release it so that he could fistfight it himself. 

“Emmet,” Ingo warned him, though even he could tell his resolve was weak. If Emmet started fighting the Creator, he might just join in. 

Akari was about to say something when she nearly screamed. “R-Rei, you-you’re wings, why-”

“What? What’s wrong with them?” He expanded them enough so that he could see them properly- just to notice more than one set. His eyes widened as he fluttered the new set. Then he fixed his eyes on Akari. He watched her wings for a moment. “You have them too.” 

“What?” She did the same, examining her new wings. Sneasler, who made her presence known suddenly, plopped herself down in the middle of the nest holding a familiar tin can. 

“Sneasler is right,” Ingo said, thankful for the distraction. “It is preening time. I may need to make sure I stock up on more oil, however, with the increased surface area that needs to be done now.” 

The silver twins decided to preen the younger ones, making sure to move about every single feather, old or new. Some were still missing and others were broken. Ingo made sure to carefully remove any offending pieces and carefully groom them as he needed to in order to get Rei’s wings back on track. He had lost a few flight feathers, Ingo noted. “Rei, I believe it would be unsafe for you to fly within the next several days. You are missing some flight feathers. I worry it will cause you unsafe flying.” 

Rei tried twisting around to see, but of course, he could not see much. “I’m sure I’ll be fine-”

“You are not flying to Jubilife tomorrow,” Ingo said firmly. “That is final.” 

He could almost hear Rei pouting as he muttered, “Fine.” 

“Same goes for Akari,” Emmet added. “She is missing a lot of feathers. Verrry unsafe for flying.” She scoffed but did not say anything in return. 

“Perhaps tomorrow we can get to Jubilife the way most people do,” Ingo joked. “By walking.” 

“Walking is boring,” Rei muttered, still pouting.

“Well, as humans, we are made for it,” Ingo said. 

“Yup yup! You’ll fly again soon,” Emmet chirped. 

The twins continued to grumble as they were finished and then Ingo and Emmet turned around, allowing themselves to be preened. Ingo hardly lasted five minutes of the gentle feeling of Rei’s hands grooming his feathers before he leaned onto Emmet and fell into a deep sleep.

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Daffodil

Word Count: 3.1k

Category: Angst

Warning: Some strong language.

Inspired by lines from Lana Del Rey’s excerpt from her poetry book – ‘L.A, Who Am I To Love You?’

“And also I can't sleep without you No one's ever really held me like you Not quite tightly, but certainly I feel your body next to me.”

Daffodils symbolize rebirth and new beginnings.

 It was suffocating.

Oxygen wasn’t always an ally, at least not there and then for Harry. He had changed t-shirts 4 times after each one got soaked with his own sweat, before finally resorting to taking a shower.

His body felt limp, like it was on auto-pilot mode and he wasn’t in control of it, only watching as his legs dragged him to the room he tried to avoid if it was anything of no necessity.

He remembers a time when he loved the full-body mirror that stood in the room. He remembers the amount of pictures that one mirror caught, the amount of kisses it had witnessed. But as he passed, his stomach flipped upside now.

He had been avoiding seeing his face for far too long, could go as far and say that he hadn’t seen himself since it happened, a month ago.

But he caught a glimpse of himself and he couldn’t help but divert all his attention to the reflection that stared back at him. His hair was greasy, red blotches on his cheeks that seemed to mock him for crying too much for his skin’s own liking, puffy eyes, dry lips that reminded him that the alcohol he sipped at wasn’t what his body needed and that it needed water. He looked…pathetically sad.

But he was okay with it, being sad. Of course he was, how couldn’t he?

He looked dull – dead. Harry grimaced at the sight, his heart seeming to break and shatter even more – if possible – at the sight, feeling as if he couldn’t really recognize himself.

He took a shaky breath, tearing his gaze away from the reflection before moving along with the simple task; showering.

He hadn’t bothered taking out clothes prior to stepping inside the bathroom, wanting to just get it over with.

Harry took off his t-shirt and boxers, throwing them in the hamper before his eyes caught sight of it. Her toothbrush.

His mind was loud, screaming at him to keep his hands to himself, to get his shit together and maybe throw the damn brush away but he shut that off, reaching to grab the vibrant green toothbrush with rough bristles, as if confirming the absence of its owner.

“Fuck,” he cursed, feeling his nose itch before he set the toothbrush back in its rightful place, right beside the hair cream she used to use.

It probably didn’t help that he used her minty shampoo and coconut shower gel, mindlessly doing so. He hated how dependent he was on her, even when she wasn’t there but he didn’t know any better and he didn’t want to.

Harry’s shower was quick, as if he was in hurry to get out of the place that held so much of her belongings. The cold water didn’t soothe his muscles either, it only tensed them more, making him shower with a clenched jaw as he struggled to get used to the cold temperature – it was too cold and he fucking hated how it made sense.

It was all too cold.

Without her.

He had dried his body quickly before reaching towards the cabinet underneath the sink to take out the microfiber towel which she had gotten him,

“The material just causes lack of friction, know what that means? Less frizz. It also dries your hair faster than the cotton ones.” She had said as she dried his hair one night after her trip from the grocery store, the pink microfiber in her hand thoroughly drying Harry’s wet hair before she began scrunching some of the long lockets of hair.

He loved the towel.

He loves her.

Walking naked and barefoot, he opened the wardrobe, taking out a pair of shorts and resting them on his shoulder before opening a drawer to take out briefs. Harry contemplated wearing a top at all, but then reached to grab one – the one right on top.

Hers.

His movement halted as he felt the material in his hand, looking at the familiar watermelon-printed t-shirt.

“H!” She ran to him the moment he stepped inside their home, a wide grin on her face as she looked at his amused face. How couldn’t he be? She was standing in a watermelon-printed t-shirt and Toy Story-themed shorts. “Look what I got!”

It was that damn t-shirt and the love they made that night that had him write Watermelon Sugar.

That t-shirt.

His chest seemed to clench around his heart, almost begging him to put the t-shirt away, and that time, he listened and folded the t-shirt and put it behind his pile of t-shirts, nonchalantly grabbing another t-shirt before speeding out of the room to put on his clothes somewhere else.

Harry wasn’t stupid, but at times like these, he really thought he was.

He was stupid enough to think that it was the room he could escape when in fact, she was implemented in every little nook, every cushion – everywhere. Hell, even the coaster he had put his cup of tea on in the morning was one she had gotten.

After putting his clothes on, he walked to the kitchen. Surprisingly, he found his phone on the kitchen table, lit up as it released no sound and he was more amused by the fact that he had forgotten he placed it there.

‘Gem’ the screen had read, showing him a picture of him and his sister from when they were kids.

Harry debated picking up the phone. They all had been checking up on him, almost pleading to visit him but he was set every single time;

“I want to be alone.” He had said, every time.

He knew they were concerned, knew they cared about him but he couldn’t not cringe and grow even more melancholic when he heard the pity in their voices and, worse, he knew that in their minds, they probably called him a few names;

Pathetic.

Coward.

Dick.

He knew they probably liked the state he was in because after all, it was all his fault.

He gulped, taking his phone in his hand before answering, putting the phone on his ear and waiting for his sister to speak first.

“Harry? You here?”

He hummed, “Yeah.” His voice came out hoarse and scratchy, making him clear his throat.

Gemma sighed through the phone and he wasn’t sure what type of sigh was that, but it seemed to be as one of relief. He really needed to assure them more often.

“How are you?”

Harry had begun to hate the question. He didn’t like lying, but how could he reply with the same miserable answer every time? If you wanted an honest answer, he would give you one that went like that:

“Never been worse. I’m sad, I’m hallow. I think I need therapy but I know I need her more. I miss her but I’m a fucking dick.”

But he didn’t settle on that one for Gemma, no. Instead, Harry moved to fill the kettle with water while balancing his phone between his ear and shoulder, and gave her an answer anyone would want to hear,

“’M fine. How are you?”

But Gemma wasn’t just anyone. She wasn’t a distant relative nor was she a friend he hung out with every other year – she was his sister and she knew him better than that.

“You can be honest, you know?” She reminded him, “I understand.”

It assured him, really. Not enough to make him smile, but it felt somewhat nice but nonetheless, he hummed.

So, Gemma went on, “I want to head to the flower market, what do you say about joining me?”

Harry’s movement halted, standing straight and holding his phone with his hand, “Which?”

She was glad he didn’t decline right away, but knew she still had to choose the right cards to play. “Columbia Road’s.”

“Th-I-That’s one of her favorite places.” He commented.

“What are the odds that she would be there, Harry?”

“Yeah, what if she was, Gemma? I-I can’t, ‘m sorry.” He shook his head, feeling anxious at just the mere possibility of seeing her.

“Please,” Gemma said gently, “You love that place.”

Because of her, he wanted to say. It was her who made him love that place despite the amount of people with their phones out, taking picture after picture of the flowers instead of actually buying or learning about them.

“I’m telling you; some people spend so much money on carnations and boast about their blue colors, but they always have no idea that they’re actually dyed.” She had told him once as they strolled through the market, hand in hand.

Gemma knew she was making a risky move, but she took her chances. “What if you see her? What happens if you do?”

Harry’s heart dropped, his palms got sweaty and millions of scenarios raced in his head.

Gemma knew he had heard her, but she wanted an answer, whatever it could be. “Harry?”

“She hates me,” He began, rubbing his hairline in distress as he felt his eyes grow tearful, “I-I can’t see her and see the amount of hate she has for me. It’s already killing me, Gem, I can’t.”

“But she doesn’t,” Gemma said, hearing him sigh in annoyance, “No, you listen to me. You’re feeding yourself bullshit and you’re forcing yourself to believe it. Did she say that? Did she tell you that she hates you?”

“She fucking implied it!” Harry shouted, “She said she regrets falling in love with me, what does that sound like, for fuck’s sake?!”

“Sounds like disappointment to me, Harry!” Gemma exclaimed, growing frustrated with how thick her brother could be. And to be honest, she was getting tired of tiptoeing around the truth – one he needed to hear. “Sounds like she was hurt that the one person she trusted and loved for years decided to tell her one day that she couldn’t fit in his life and he couldn’t fit in hers! Sounds like she was hurt to me, Harry, especially because she didn’t expect you to break up with her, no one did!”

That was the last straw for him. Harry’s tears fell, plopping himself down on one of the kitchen chairs, burying his face in his hand as he cried.

Gemma’s heart broke at the sobs she heard through the phone, but she knew he needed it. “You have been scared to see her, to talk to her since the moment she walked out of that door, Harry, but till when? It’s not doing either of you any good.”

Harry sniffled, “D-Did y-you talk to her? Know anything about her?”

“Yeah,” she said sadly, “She’s not okay.”

Another wave of tears hit him, shaking his head at himself.

“I’m a fucking idiot.” He repeated to himself, over and over.

“I’ll pick you up in 10. I was already on my way before calling you.”

Harry gave her no response except for a sniffle.

“Harry?”

He hummed in question.

“I love you, alright? I’ll help you fix this.”

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Harry wasn’t lying when he said the flower market was all about her.

Without her by his side, it seemed like all flowers lost their beautiful blooming colors, devoid of the saturation. It seemed like his mind loved playing tricks on him so much that it refused to make him smell anything but her scent, even when surrounded by dozens and dozens of petals.

A pair of sunglasses hid his puffy and red eyes, and he hadn’t bothered to change out of the sweat shorts and t-shirt, only put on a pair of socks and jogging shoes.

Gemma was beside him, walking quietly with a pair of her own sunglasses perched on her nose, her arm linked with his.

She dragged him to one vendor, checking the flowers and bouquets before pointing at pretty, blue carnations. “Look at these, they look beautiful, don’t they?” She asked her brother.

“They’re dyed.” Harry had instantly replied, Gemma more surprised by the fact that he talked than by the statement.

“Ah, you know a secret,” The vendor smiled at Harry, “You read a lot?”

“My girlfriend d-“ He paused at his slip, feeling Gemma give him an assuring squeeze on his bicep, “Someone once told me that.”

“Better hold on to them, not everyone is interested enough to learn about stuff like that nowadays.”

Harry felt bitter, like he wanted to tell the man to shut up and ask him if he knew anything about what happened, ask him if he was mocking him, but he knew that that was his mind playing another goddamn trick on him.

He was getting sick of the tricks and the amount of times his mind mocked his state, because when he turned his head away from the man and spotted her, he wanted nothing more than to have a one-on-one fight with his mind.

His jaw dropped, his green eyes widened from beneath his sunglasses, and he felt like he no longer was in an open-air place.

There she stood, in flared jeans, a half-sleeved shirt and eyes hidden beneath a pair of Seven Wonders sunglasses that Gemma had gifted her when she launched her brand. In her hands was one single yellow daffodil, holding it gently and with care, reminding Harry of the days and nights when she would hold him, exactly as a flower.

“Ha-“ Gemma stopped, following his gaze before her eyebrows shot up. She couldn’t say she was very surprised, because she knew how much Sundays at the flower market meant to her friend and brother’s ex.

Gemma also knew it was the first time since the breakup that Y/N visited the place and she couldn’t be any happier for her friend for kicking herself out of the bed and to the one place she enjoyed being at.

Y/N seemed oblivious to the Styles siblings’ fixed gaze on her, carrying herself with grace despite the ache in her heart and the memories that clouded her mind with that one special someone – someone who was standing nearby.

Time seemed to go slow, as if someone had added a slo-mo effect. She had turned, and she was going to miss him if it weren’t for her double taking.

The daffodil almost dropped from her hands, and her knees almost gave out on her.

As if she was pulling the leash on her heart, she turned away quickly before beginning to walk away in big steps, Harry’s heart aching.

“Go!” Gemma urged him, “Fucking go after you, you shit!” She pushed his back.

“I-“ Harry shook his head at his sister, not being able to tear his eyes away from Y/N’s figure as she walked among the crowd, leaning to the side as to not lose sight of her.

“You can, Harry!” She groaned, before tugging on his arm, making him look at her stern face, “It’s now or never, Harry. Your call.”

More often than not, Harry was thankful and grateful for his older sister; like when she took him sightseeing in London for the first time when he was 16 during the boot camp stage of The X-Factor, or when she would help him with his science and English coursework back when he was at school as a kid.

Like that moment, as he ran after his love.

It was easy to spot her. It was easy to run towards her.

Reaching her, Harry gently held her elbow, halting her movement before she turned, and fuck, 

what now?

He expected her to shout at him, tell him that she wanted nothing to do with him but she was quiet, looking up at him as she waited and Harry didn’t know whether he was thankful or despised the fact that he couldn’t see her eyes – was she glaring at him? Was she not?

He opened his mouth before closing it again, slowly removing his hand from her arm, unaware to her longing for his touch.

“Say anything, Harry, dammit.” She almost pleaded, pushing her weight to her right leg and – finally – putting her glasses on top of her head.

Harry definitely wished she kept them on.

Because the moment he saw her puffy eyes, clearly from crying, he wanted nothing but to cry out himself.

As if to assure her though, Harry mirrored her and placed his own on top of his head, letting her see how the eyes she adored so much, the color she decided was her favorite, was hidden beneath the puffiness and red.

“I don’t know what to say, fuck me,” he cringed at himself, reaching up to aggressively rub his eyes with his palms as to calm himself.

But then she gave him that look, that one look she gave him before walking out of the door a month ago – she was disappointed.

She shook her head at him, eyes judging him. “Forget it.” She was about to turn again when he, again, held her, but that time, Harry’s hand reached for hers.

“I’m sorry.” He blurted.

God, what exactly was he sorry for? What exactly was he apologizing for? Kissing her one moment then breaking up with her the other? Not calling her? Standing in front of her and being a coward?

But she had always been patient with him, and as much as her friends advised her against, she was still patient with him that moment.

“I can’t read your mind.” She said gently, stepping closer to him and looking him directly in the eyes, searching them. “Use your words.”

“I can’t do this without you,” Harry’s tone matched hers, staring down at her and stealing a glance at her lips before going back to her eyes, “I was- No, I am a dick. I’m an idiot. It’s taken me too long because I’m just an arrogant son of a bitch who can’t admit when he’s sorry and,” he shook his head, “But I am. I fucking hate myself for letting you leave, for saying the bullshit I said, for- for disappointing you,” he gulped down the tears that threatened to fall,

“I can’t sleep without you. Can’t eat, can’t function like a normal fucking human without you and I am to blame.”

Y/N listened, eyes getting glossy before she took a breath in, gulping as she tore eye contact before looking back at him, “Would you have said all that if you hadn’t seen me here?”

Harry stared at her a moment.

“Would you have called me? Visited?” One single tear betrayed her and fell, “Because I waited for you, all damn month.”

Before he was even aware, Harry nodded, taking the risk to reach forward and cup her face in his hands, watching as she closed her eyes at the feeling. “I would have.”

“I can’t-” She let out a sob, looking up at him with an almost childish frown, “I can’t afford having my heart broken by you again, Harry, because it fucking sucked.”

His breath hitched in his throat but it didn’t stop him from pulling her into his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around her, hiding his face in her hair, his senses waking at the whiff of her shampoo.

“Never again.”

Daffodils symbolize rebirth and new beginnings.

[mirobami]

Hello! May I request a kind of sequel? to the bami clan(background and reader being like let’s get yall some teddy bears) fic? Just fluff you know, y/n taking all pf them out to see things and buy them ice cream??? and the song being Runaway-AURORA

Your fics are just *chef’s kiss* ✨beautiful✨

━ TAKING OFF THE MASK

CHARACTER(S): The Bami clan

SONG: Runaway (AURORA)

A/N: Hi hi, THANK YOU SO MUCH!! Honestly, I wanted to write a second part too so >:D you read my mind (this was longer than what I expected), let’s get started! 

The day Y/N had said that they’d be able to go through their childhoods, even for a short time, was arriving sooner than anyone had expected. They were all eagerly waiting for that day, more than any of them had thought. As much as they tried to seem casual, it was clear that they wanted one day in which they didn’t have to worry about money or poison or anything obscure. 

Y/N had given them the place where they had to meet up and the time as well, but what she didn’t expect was them being there earlier than what she had expected. From what she could see, there was still a bit of awkwardness amongst everyone for the sole reason that they had been against each other and now they were all supposed to hang out with one another. It didn’t matter, she’d find a way to break the ice.

“All right! So today’s plan is to go to Build-A-Bear, eat as many sweets as we can, let you buy literally anything that your parents never let you--within reason, we’re not taking home a sword--I’ll pay for it all, don’t worry.” The bright smile on Y/N’s face made them all feel more elated.

With those words, they followed Y/N around like ducklings to see where she’d lead them until she led them to a mall. So many people were bustling around, shopping bags in their arms as they talked with their companions or just bopped their heads slightly to the beat of the music overhead. The songs were completely different than what they all usually heard so they had to stand there for a bit to drink it all in.

“This is a commoner mall?” Miyo asked.

Y/N blinked. “Please don’t tell me your malls are bigger, I’m gonna feel more broke.”

Miyo made a pained expression, as if trying to say no when in reality it was true, their malls were so much bigger. Y/N sighed and pulled them all towards the Build-A-Bear workshop. Inside, there were already a couple of people picking out bears and talking with the cashier. It seemed like the clan had never seen anything like it before so when Y/N let them loose, they all tentatively walked in before walking everywhere. 

Y/N went over to the cashier and watched as they all started talking with one another, mingling for the first time and bonding over bears they wanted. Yumi, Ibara and Miroslava were hanging around the bears before picking up the ones they wanted and walking towards the station where the bear would get stuffed. Rin, Sumika, Erimi and Rei were all talking casually with the bears in their arms, looking through clothes. Miyo, Miri and Nozomi were picking out clothes, showing each other the cute clothes they found. Kirari and Ririka were already dressing their bears up, having chosen the same bear but with different clothes. They all seemed to be having fun, smiles spreading on their faces.

The price was higher than what Y/N had expected, but it was worth it if it meant they’d be happy. Sure enough, they were chattering happily as they walked out of the store. 

“Okay, what do you guys want to do next? I’m thinking playground but if you guys want to buy something else here, we can do that too.”

It was a unanimous vote on the playground. All of them went to a playground that was near Y/N’s home and it was surprisingly empty. Y/N was also surprised, considering there were usually tons of kids playing there, but not today. It’s like the universe had decided to let the clan have fun for that day. Y/N held out her hands. “Give me your stuffed animals and go, I’ll take care of them.”

With the biggest smiles ever, they all let Y/N take their bears and immediately went towards the playground. It seemed like none of them even touched sand on a playground because they were playing with it rather than the structures. Miyo was on the swings with Sumika and it was clear from their laughter that they were enjoying it. Rin and Ibara were making a sandcastle with Terano, who was sitting on the side of the playground, unable to go and play on the structures. She didn’t mind, she was just determined to build a better castle than the boys. 

As Y/N continued watching, she silently told herself that whatever the Elders did to these kids, she’d have a good long chat with them and perhaps hire some people to toss them into a retirement home. It was clear that these kids had never had a real childhood and here they were, having the time of their lives like they never had before. It made her sad at first and then happier because she was the one doing it. No one had done it for them, so it was up to her to do it and she couldn’t be more content. 

Miri and Erimi were on the slides while Yumi and Nozomi were having a battle on the monkey bars. Miroslava was supposedly the judge for the castles along with Rei and they were both grinning as they ever so sneakily poked Rin and Ibara’s castle when they weren’t looking. The castle didn’t crumble but one wrong move and it’d be destroyed. Sure enough, a few minutes later, Y/N heard a cry of agony and it was Rin and Ibara lying face up, their castle destroyed as Miroslava and Rei started laughing with Terano. 

There was a sound of an ice cream truck nearby and Y/N called out, “Do you guys want ice cream?”

The clan suddenly felt bad, considering that she was paying for all of them but it was like she could read them. Crossing her arms, she said, “I wouldn’t be taking you guys out if I didn’t know that I’d have to pay for you. Go and order, I’ll pay for you.”

A few moments later, they were all sitting with their ice creams, happily eating them as they concentrated on the landscape around them. Y/N had a gentle smile on her face as she watched them look at everything with childish wonder, obviously never having been there. Yumi and Rin were sitting near her legs and they both leaned against her, making her heart clench. Tear away their jobs and they were just so adorable. “So what did you guys think?” 

“Can we come here again?” Kirari asked immediately and Terano nodded in agreement. 

Y/N smiled and chewing on her last piece of ice cream cone, she said, “Of course. I don’t mind.”

“Can we go to your house at some point too?” Yumi asked nonchalantly. “We want to hang out with you there!”

It seemed like the clan also wanted this and with a laugh, Y/N replied, “I guess we can do that too and sleepovers. I don’t mind at all, you guys deserve it all.”

Not only did Y/N care for them, the entire clan cared for her just as much if not more. Here she was, doing so much for them and she didn’t even expect anything back. So this was the feeling of love they had never felt. Just a rush of adoration swelled up within them all at this girl who gave them a chance when no one else would. This was the girl who they would be able to call home at some point, just not yet. However, they all already knew from one day with her that they wanted to be around her. That’s exactly what they planned to do. 

Now take me home, home where I belong, I can't take it anymore...

[dreamywriterinthedark]

Museum Dates: part 2

Part one

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader (no specific pronouns used, Reader wears a dress)

Resume: Reader surprises Spencer for their first year anniversary, the same way he did with Reader, at an art gallery at night. They dance and it’s just too romantic (dream with me💕).

Category: so fluffy!

Trigger warnings: mention of alcohol (please let me know if i forgot something)

It has been one year since you and Spencer have been together. You have been together ever since you went on a date at that nocturne exhibition. To honour your love, he gifted you a bracelet with the time of when you first kissed engraved on it with a heart. This time you were the one who decided to surprise him. Your friend has this art gallery in the historic center; therefore, close to the historical museum where you originally went on your first date. You made her an offer to rent the gallery for the night, an offer she gladly accepted excited to hear your updates the next morning. 

It took weeks of preparation since you wanted it to be perfect. It was highly challenging for you to keep this surprise a surprise; you were dating a profiler! He asked you to move in with him which you half declined. It would have been impossible to plan your surprise and move in with him at the same time especially if he gave you a hand, which he most definitely would’ve. He would’ve noticed all of the evidence therefore it would’ve been ruined! No body, no crime… Plus him feeling disappointed or left out was perfect to amplify the joy overcoming him when he discovers your entire mascarade just like in movies when the characters would pretend to forget someone’s birthday to surprise them later on. You told him you simply weren’t ready to move in with him which he completely understood. 

However, since you were scared of getting profiled by him at work, you would make excuses to decline plans, you would panic and avoid to answer questions. It most definitely did not go unnoticed by him who took it as a clue you didn’t trust him or worse. Each time you lied to him a little piece of his heart broke. So he sat there at the edge of his desk hands in his pocket staring blankly at the ground, the last one in the bureau illuminated by the static flickering light above him. Those lights reminded him of hospitals, specifically the one where he stayed after getting shot, you would bring him jello and would read to him his favorite books. 

He sat there, deep in thoughts, swallowing the lump in his throat. His eyes slightly open as if the truth was right in front of his eyes but he just couldn’t see it clearly and it was. His phone buzzed, it was you; “John Keats, p113.” He rose to his feet to grab the copy of poetry collection on his desk. The title of the poem was “An ode to autumn” and that’s when it hit him. In between the pages was a raven wax sealed envelope. He opened it full of apprehension, it read in your beautiful italic handwriting; “Meet me at the Melrose art gallery at 10PM sharp.” He grabbed his coat hurrying out of the office, a small smile displayed on his face as the elevator door slowly shut.

Once Spencer arrived he texted you because there was no way in, the doors were locked (safety measures). You started panicking adjusting the lights so they were dimmed. You checked your reflection, you were stunning. You wore a black dress with some sultry perfume that could be smelled from across the room. He waited in front of the door hearing your Mary Jane clicks progressively louder as you made your way to the door opening it up for him. 

He walked in his eyes fixated on you, his cheeks flushed, you flet the tip of his nose cold on your cheek when he leaned in to kiss you. You turned your head grabbing his hand to lead him toward the biggest room in the entire gallery. There were peonies in white and blue vases along with many vanilla candles. The record player played soft muffled sounds, the song it was on was “Old enough to love” by Ricky Nelson. It matched you well, being the babies of the BAU.

“Will you dance with me ?” he responded by nodding because he was smiling too hard to be able to form any word. There you were slow dancing in the dimly lit room. He held your hand squeezing it from time to time, you felt his warm breathe fan over your neck. He pulled you in closer thanks to his arm being snaked around your waist. The next song to play was “Say Yes To Heaven” by Lana Del Rey. It reminded you of him, you found the lyrics quite touching; if you fight, I’ll fight//Give peace a chance, let the fear you have fall away. Spencer made you twirl watching your dress move gracefully in sink with your body. You almost fell from tripping on your shoes but he reaffirmed his gentle grip on you. You both chuckled. 

Once the music stopped, the one you carefully chose since each part of your romantic evening was planned. You sat down on a pile of pillows while sipping on peach white wine. You handed him a heart shaped box that recollected all your favorite memories, from the museum tickets, to pressed flowers you made with the bouquets he would gift you (you made a journal of them where you would analyse them: the etymology behind their names, what they meant, for example lilies were symbolised death), to pictures, to love letters. Until he found a remote, you asked him to click on it, nothing happened. 

You got up helping him up as well. You hand turned the lights off. The room didn’t have a ceiling but tinted windows in a sphere shape which was perfect for what he turned on; a projection of the sky on the night you first kissed. He looked up at the stars in awe of the beauty right in front of his eyes. You explained to him where this sky was from and why you were projecting it.

“Spencer, what time is it ?” You asked.

“11:29PM” he shut his eyes a second too long; again, it hit him, you first kissed at 11:31PM. He made his way toward you cupping your cheeks in hands while your hands rested on his waist. The kiss was passionate, slow, harmonious; everything you wanted it to be. You smiled out of it pointing at a constellation; “Look, it’s Cygnus!” Purposely expecting him to start his rambling.

“Cygnus is a northern constellation lying on the plane of the Milky Way, deriving its name from the Latinized Greek word for swan. Cygnus is one of the most recognizable constellations of the northern summer and autumn. It is symbolises weddings, romance, love, anniversaries…” his gaze drifted back to you. You were already staring at him an eyebrow cocked smirking at him. Again, it hit him. This date night was a game of chess which you were many moves ahead of him.

“I have to say, I’m impressed.”

“Oh but I’m not done yet!”

“What? Seriously?!”

You nodded leaving, he froze for a second before trotting to you like a lost puppy. He followed you to a staircase which led to the roof. There was not much space on the roof since it was mostly occupied by the sphere like windows but the edges were big enough to let you walk through them, sit and even for a telescope…

“See the sparkly dot right next to Scorpio ?”

“I guess…”

“Here take a look” you said to him gesturing toward the telescope.

“It is beautiful, Y/n, it truly is but what about it ?” He knew you weren’t the one that was going to give him a class on the universe. Spencer was one of kind, the most brilliant scientist you’ve ever met, he gave you the scientific facts about the stars and constellations, you would give him the spiritual meanings behind them. You would complete each other in knowledge just like that. You fished out a tube of paper with a bow tied around it. He took it and after a split second of shock which showed on his face started freaking out. He squeezed you so tight.

“Oh my god, Y/n, I can’t believe you got me a star! This is the best gift I’ve ever received!” His voice was so high from the excitement he almost squealed.

“The brightest star for the brightest mind.”

To top it off, you saw a shooting star and you could swear in this instance you both made the same wish.

[jinruihokankeikaku]

summary bulletpoint review of Shin Eva

[obligatory disclaimer that this is all, just, like, my opinion, man<3]

POSITIVE

Shinji's instrumentality scene with Gendo

Ryoji Kaji the Younger and Misato's development as an actual mother was great, deeply moving and deeply painful (as Eva should be.)

the entire first act of the film, honestly

more characterization for Asuka Shikinami and Ayanami/Rei 3, perhaps the best in all of the Rebuilds

it's a beautiful film, the animation in magnificent (even the CG, if you ask me), and the setpieces and action scenes all worked really well and didn't seem to have a disproportionate presence relative to other parts of the film

cannot emphasize enough how good the first act is. If the entire film had carried on that tone, atmosphere, and theming, I think my overall impression of it would have been much more favorable.

i liked the music, especially the callback to "The Passage of Emptiness" around 0:20:00 (I'm sure there are other score callbacks that I didn't catch, too)

many of my issues with / questions about 3.0/Q were resolved in a serious, focused way

the third act was nothing short of stunning visually and narratively, despite my thematic objections

I had fun with it. It was an enjoyable film, and still a cut above a lot of both recent anime and recent Western scifi blockbusters I've seen. For all my issues with the film, I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it on both of my viewings so far, and I've no doubt I'll come back to it. I would unequivocally recommend Shin Eva to both fans and non-fans, despite....everything I'm about to say.

NEUTRAL / MIXED

everything about the Book of Life (whatever that is) and the non-resolution given to the question of whether or not the Rebuilds constitute a sequel or a separate continuity. It'll doubtless be a subject of debate for years to come.

by extension, everything to do with Kaworu, frankly. I thought he was great in Q, and because of that, my feelings on his presence in 3.0+1.0 amount to something along the lines of "he was great, insofar as he was there, but I wish we'd more of him."

the resolution of Gendo and Yui's relationship. I know it was pretty polarizing, and while I understand both the "perfect narrative resolution" and "misogynistic and deeply unsatisfying" takes, I'm not sure I'd entirely agree with either of them. It's well-executed for what it is, but still fundamentally unbalanced and not quite on par with the way it was handled in The End of Evangelion, imo.

the resolution of Shinji and Kaworu's relationship. I almost put this in the negative section, but to be frank, I never expected them to end up together, and as much as I love Kawoshin, I understand that that's not the direction the Rebuilds were ever going to take, nor is it a direction I think Shin Eva should've taken. Furthermore, I think the way the concept of the Time Loop was handled about as well as it could have been - an excellent balance between Nonetheless, I think the Kaworu section of the Instrumentality sequence was weak and overly dismissive towards the validity of Kaworu's feelings, his actions, and (if you'll pardon the irony) his humanity.

the balance of action / atmosphere / characterisation. It's not perfect, but it's better than any of the other Rebuilds, with (as previously stated) the first act carrying most of my favorite atmospheric/character moments, and the second act containing the best action sequences.

the general tone of the film. It started off very strong, with a feeling reminiscent to that which The End of Evangelion left me with, and maintained a suitably dark-yet-hopeful tone for most of the second act as well. However, it fell apart entirely for me in the third act, and especially in the final scene (which I'll comment on further later).

Rei 3 / Ayanami. I adored her. For exactly that reason, I think it's a damn shame she had to LCL-splode less than halfway through the film.

Ryoji Kaji the Elder. Everything we saw of him was magnificent! So I sure wish there was more of it! Given the scope of Shin Eva's content, I guess that's more of an objection to 3.0, but...I guess I just dearly hope we get more material covering the 14-year timeskip, WILLE's revolt, Kaji's sacrifice, and everything leading up to it. It feels like a missed opportunity (unique to the Rebuilds) for character development Kaji might've received. But on the whole, that's a minor quibble relative to how fond of his and Misato's relationship in the Rebuilds were handled in 3.0+1.0.

NEGATIVE

Mari / "Mary Iscariot". Enough has been said about Mari's "enigmatic" character, so I'll not harp on this too much, but....as someone who loved Mari's presence in 2.0 and was basically okay with her role in the Rebuilds as a whole, there was still a remarkable dearth of character development for her, which left me disappointed on the whole, especially considering...

...the final scene. That final scene. Oh man. I don't want to devalue the personal meaning it has for Anno, or the sense of satisfaction some of my fellow Eva fans got from it. But the more I think about it, the more it doesn't work for me. After the credits started rolling on my first viewing, I remember writing in my notes app - "How am I supposed to feel about this?". After my second viewing, I was left with.....exactly the same feeling. The scene is framed as unambiguously positive, and yet....it simply doesn't come across that way, upon further contemplation. Even setting aside my abiding love for KawoShin and AsuShin, I think even from a ship-neutral perspective the scene doesn't quite carry across the message of Hope what it seems to intend to.

The film's themes. For all its narrative and visual strengths, the film left me feeling confused, empty, and....fucking confused. And not in the same way EoTV or EoE did - my confusion was not to do with the actual events of the film, but with the emotional and psychosocial messages conveyed. I won't presume to know Anno (or his co-directors') intentions, but....it's hard for me to not feel like I'm being told to set aside the past and hope for a deus-ex-machina to fix my life. This is also something about which a lot of ink has already been spilled, so I'll keep my thoughts on this front short (especially since I can't tell if I'm giving the filmmakers too much credit, or not giving them enough), but....the plain fact that Shin Eva seems, at least superficially, to present itself as a thematic antithesis to The End of Evangelion is enough to leave me upset or at least unsettled. That's more of an emotional reaction on my part than an actual critique of the film, I know, but....I'd be remiss in not including it in my review.

Ritsuko - specifically, the fact that she was reduced to a side-character at best, with arguably less of a presence than even Fuyutsuki, and perhaps even comparable to the minor roles of the rest of the Bridge Crew. She was so very compelling in Neon Genesis Evangelion and even in her brief screentime in The End of Evangelion, and while I can hardly say I was expecting her to play a key role in Shin Eva after her diminished presence in the previous Rebuild installments, I can't say I wasn't hoping for that, either. Ritsuko deserved better, but like a few other things I've mentioned, that was more of an issue with Rebuild of Evangelion as a whole than it was an issue with Shin Eva.

Asuka Shikinami. She had her moments, but fell short of the intensity and depth of character Asuka Soryu was given. There's much more to be said here, but frankly it merits its own post, cos this one is getting long already.

And finally, I'll just say again that more than anything else this film left me confused. It left me questioning the value of the Rebuilds as a whole, the messages of NGE and EoE, and my own character as a person. Maybe that was the point. After my first viewing, I said out loud something to the effect of "So this must be what so many people felt after seeing The End of Evangelion. Now I get it!". Perhaps that speaks to the power of the film - it certainly speaks to Anno's enduring talent as a writer/director - but, for a film that was meant to be a spiritual successor to The End of Evangelion, it's impossible for me to say that it didn't fail to carry on that film's message of Hope despite everything, Hope in the face of despair, Hope against the hopelessness of the human condition, and the abiding power of the human person to persist beyond both the indignities it suffers at the hands of others and the indignities it inflicts upon others. It failed in that regard, to my view, and for all that I loved about Shin Eva, that's one failing I'm afraid I might never be able to get past.

TL;DR

I loved Shin Eva. I hated Shin Eva. I respect it for what it is, but I can't bring myself to put it on the level with Neon Genesis Evangelion or The End of Evangelion. Watch it. Definitely watch it, if you haven't already (and if you haven't, why are you reading this?!). The film leaves you with a closing sequence that demands that you draw your own conclusions, and ultimately, I think that's all you can do with a work that carries with it such personal weight (for both the creators and the viewers) and such heavy expectations.

[i-need-entertainment]

Satori Tendou + “Can’t take my eyes off of you”

This is the 8th Oneshot for the Valentines Day 2021 Event thank you so much for requesting! I’ve never written for him before so i’m excited! This one also ended up reaaallly long h e h e

**For context f/c= Favorite color~n/n= Nickname**

Character: Tendou x reader

“Ugh. Satori I sWEAR if you’re lying-” He waved his hand in the air as a goofy smile came onto his face. “Now, N/n~” You deadpanned at the nickname he used. “When have I ever lied to you?” You held up a fist and raised a finger with ever point you brought up, “Hmm let’s see...1st grade you said it was Akemi who took my chocolate when it was you, Ooh! In 3rd grade you-” He rolled his eyes, “I meant seriously lied to you dummy~” You shook your head as you smiled, “Almost never..”

 Ignoring the ‘almost’ he stood up from your bed, sauntering over to where you stood in front of the mirror, dressed in the gorgeous f/c dress you had picked to wear for your last prom (seeing as you and Tendou were both 3rd years). “Satori....” His crimson eyes met yours in the mirror, “...Do you think Sugino is going to..you know...” Your worried e/c eyes looked back to yourself in the mirror, eyes raking over every inch of your appearance. 

Tendou forced a smile on his face, pushing the feelings of sadness deep, deep down so you wouldn’t see. “He will...if he doesn’t he’s a real idiot to not see how-” His eyes slightly widened as he stopped himself. You turned towards him, eyebrow raised in questioning “Not see...what?” He nervously laughed as he ran a hand through his red hair giving you a closed eye smile, less for effect and more to avoid having to look you in the eye. 

“To not see your sparkling personality of course!” His eyes reopened as you playfully slapped his shoulder, “Whatever...” You laughed, smiling as you looked at him. “Okay, not out you go! I need to finish getting ready and YOU need to get dressed!” He laughed and put his arms up in defence as you swatted him out of your dorm. He then returned back to his and Ushijima’s shared dorm where he got dressed. “Did you tell her?” 

Tendou looked up from where he sat tying his shiny dress shoes, Ushijima looking at him with a questioning gaze. Tendou sighed, he finished tying his shoes before he stood up, hands going into the pockets of his black dress pants. “...no. I couldn’t...” Ushijima hummed before he slipped on his suit jacket, preparing to exit the dorm room. “For what it’s worth,” He paused to look at Tendou, sympathy in his olive green eyes “I think it’d be worthwhile to tell her you have feelings for her.” 

Tendou looked down with a sad expression on his face. “I know but...she likes Sugino..there’s not really a point if she’s going to have to reject me..” Ushijima nodded, opening the door. He paused before he could exit, opening his mouth to say something. Tendou put his hand up shaking his head while he smiled at the ace. Ushijima just slightly nodded his head before fully exiting the room Tendou doing the same after a deep breath. 

You and Tendou had known each other since pre-school and had been best friends ever since. You had been through just about everything together, the highs, the lows, and everything in between. And when you had both gotten into Shiratorizawa (him for volleyball you for band ~you can choose the instrument~) your friendship had remained; except he had caught feelings for you. Feelings you were oblivious to. 

Ignoring the thoughts running through his head he caught up with Ushijima and the two headed to meet up with the rest of the volleyball team. On the way to the gym from Semi’s dorm (that had been the meeting place) the team stopped at your dorm to pick you up, since your ‘date’ claimed he wouldn’t be able to. Oh yes, Tomohito Sugino one of the school’s most popular heart throbs and Vice-captain of the soccer team. You had had a crush on him for just over 2 years now, constantly ranting and gushing to Tendou...who just so happened to have a crush on you. 

Just about 2 weeks ago Sugino had asked Y/n to prom as his ‘date’, you of course accepted. Tendou knocked on your door, the unique little tune he only used for you. About 23 seconds later you opened the door, you hair and make up were all done and you had your favorite handbag clutched in your hand. Tendou’s eyes widened as he felt the heat creep up his neck. He slightly chuckled to mask how flustered he was feeling as he stepped to the side. 

“You clean up nice.” He snapped his gaze towards your direction, his cheeks heating up at the compliment. “A-ah. *ahem* thank you...you look...” He motioned with his hand to you, usually pale cheeks tinted with a red hue. “Ridiculous? I kinda feel that way...” Tendou shook his head, “No..you look stunning.” You felt your face get hot at his words. Years ago, years being the end of middle school and the first year of high school you had realized you had fallen for your best friend. But you were so convinced that he didn’t love you back so you buried your feelings, eventually finding interest in Sugino...that didn’t mean those feelings were gone though. 

“Uhm- ohmygosh your hair!! It-it looks nice...” Tendou snapped out of his daze, “Oh! Yeah..well you recommended that I slick it back, so I did..” You two stood there in silence, neither one knowing what to do about the new and different atmosphere that hung between you. “Uh...are you guys done..? Cause we’ve kinda got a dance to get to...” You and Tendou sort circuited as you both turned to face the rest of the team, some were at least trying to hide their smirks while others felt nothing but pleasure seeing the middle blocker blush. 

The team made their way to the gym, laughing and goofing around as per usual. “Y/n!” You felt your heart rate increase as you slightly turned to see Sugino walking towards you, face neutral. “Hey, you ready to go in?” You turned towards him and smiled, smile wavering when he wore a different colored tie than the one you two had chosen. Deciding not to mention it you waved goodbye to the boys and went off with Sugino. 

Tendou sighed as he watched you walk off, turning back to the boys and plastering a smile on his face. “Well? What are we waiting for? We are at a dance after all~” ignoring the yearning feeling he felt in his heart he led the team away off to a table. 

*It is now 8, the dance has been going on for 2 hours and will go on for 3 more*

“Shirabu I swear I will kill you where you sit-” “And what would Kanna think of that? The she really wouldn’t want to dance with you.” “That’s it-” Reon nearly missed Semi’s collar as he pulled him away from the second year setter, sitting him back in his seat while Kawanishi snickered and Ushijima looked at the pair with disappointment. Tendou’s gaze remained on the table, his head propped up on the hand that his elbow was holding up while his other hand messed with the table decorations. 

His attention was stolen from the confetti splayed on the plastic tablecloth by the group of girls that was headed towards the table. “Um...Semi? Would you like to dance?” Kanna (the girl Semi just so happened to be crushing on) asked the 3rd year, who after some time to recover and a slap from Kawanishi came to his senses and agreed. It was then Tendou realized that these girls (who were all pairing up with a guy to dance with ;) were from Y/n’s friend group. 

Looking around Tendou noticed that you weren’t with them, which is strange since you had said earlier that you and Sugino would be with them all night...He got up and looked for your other bestie, Rei, who was talking with Reon. “Hey Rei..where’s Y/n and Sugino?” He noticed a shift in Rei’s expression, it was a mix of sympathy and straight up anger. She pointed to a table behind her. Tendou looked over her shoulder to see you, and only you, sitting by yourself at one of the tables. 

“Sugino ditched about 20 minutes into the dance...Last time I saw him he was busy shoving his tongue down another girls throat.” Reon rubbed comforting circles on her back as she took a deep breath trying to calm down. “Listen...I’m saying this as her friend and yours...go over there. And ask her to dance,” Tendou opened her mouth to speak but the brunette cut him off, “She will say yes, just ask. Use your Tendou Satori charm or something, I don’t know! Just ask!” 

After contemplating it for a moment and getting encouragement from his teammates Tendou gave himself one last pep talk before he walked over to the DJ, asking him a question. You sat alone at your seat, head rested in your palm as you watched the other couples dance. You sighed as you returned your gaze to the maroon colored table cloth, lightly picking at it with your manicured nails. *Ahem* You looked up at the person who had tried to get your attention, eyes slightly narrowing in curiosity when you saw it was Tendou. 

“Satori..? What are you doing here? I thought you were with the boys.” He shook his head as he held out his hand, slightly bowing while doing so. Regardless; you took his hand and allowed him to help you stand. When you stood he started to lead you to the dance floor. “How come you knew where to find me anyways?” His face turned to one of irritation. “When your friends came over to collect mine, Rei told me what ‘he’ did...So, I came to collect you.” 

Your eyes widened as his hand squeezed yours. You, too stunned and nervous to talk, let him lead you to the dance floor. Right as you entered the space the song Tendou had requested started playing, you immediately recognizing it. He brought you close to him, one arm wrapped around your waist and the other hand gently holding yours. 

As the song started to play, he began to sing along, dancing becoming more and more goofy, but all the more memorable and sweet. Your laughter rang through the air as he spun you, extending his arm as he flung you to the side, only to roll you back into his chest, swaying and spinning you as the song went on.

“Pardon the way that I stare, There's nothin' else to compare, The sight of you leaves me weak, There are no words left to speak, But if you feel like I feel, Please let me know that it's real, You're just too good to be true, Can't take my eyes off of you”

His eyes never left yours as he sung this to you, your heart rate steadily picking up its pace as he continued to twirl you around the floor. As the song slowed so did he, his movements less sporadic and more intentional, hi grip on you firm and reassuring, and his eyes showing only honesty and sincerity.

“I love you, baby“

He paused singing after that, red eyes looking- searching yours, hands never leaving you as he continued to dance. You didn’t know what to do...other than to continue dancing with the man of your dreams.

“Now that I've found you, stay And let me love you, baby Let me love you..”

He once again drifted off, bringing the hand he was holding to his lips to kiss it, Eyes closing briefly in bliss before he reopened them, showing determination and something else- “Y/n.” You gulped a bit before you weakly nodded. He smiled, his ever so charming, ever so him smile that never failed to make the blood rush to your face. He leaned in close to your ear, chuckling lightly before he spoke, “I meant what I said...or rather..sang.” 

As soon as he pulled away you looked at him searching his expression for any hint that he was joking...there was nothing there except love. Without giving it a second thought you pulled his hand towards you and hugged him tight, “...I love you too Satori...I love you so much!” He smiled as he pulled you against him even tighter, kissing the top of your head as he sighed in bliss. “So...” You laughed, “So...” He nuzzled into you as he continued to sway you both to the song. 

“Does this mean you’re my girlfriend now~” You shook your head, “You never asked.” He scoffed as he pulled away, “Fine then. Y/n L/n, love of my life, stars to my night, peaches to my cream~ Will you do me the oh so glorious honor of becoming my beloved?” You tried to stop your laughter as you nodded, returning your head to the crook of his neck as you smiled, “It would be my pleasure.”

“You're just too good to be true, Can't take my eyes off of you, You'd be like Heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so much, At long last, love has arrived And thank God I'm alive, You're just too good to be true, Can't take my eyes off you”

[brandyllyn]

In our own image... (04)

Chapter 4

(Poe Dameron x OFC)

Other chapters...  My Masterlist

Word count: 1600. Read it on AO3.

Rating: Teen & Up (PG) no warnings

Rey sighed, pushing off with her foot and setting the hammock swinging. She’d come here to rest, enjoying the sounds of Kina working, the small beeps and trills that filled the workshop. But the third time she’d fallen asleep sitting up Kina had snorted, pushing herself away from the workbench and digging through a pile of things under a nearby table. She’d returned with the hammock, shoving it into Rey’s hands and pointing at an area high in the workshop.

Rey had gotten the hammock strung up within a few minutes and gratefully rolled herself into it. There was a breeze at this height, a gap between the stacks of boxes and the roof tarp. And, if she draped one leg off the edge, she could set herself into a gentle rocking motion by flexing her foot against what was below her.

It was, all in all, quite nice. And it certainly beat waiting around for the next thing to go wrong. If people needed her they could find her. But they would have to look and she kind of liked that. She missed the solitude of Jakku sometimes. As much as she loved her new life, her new friends, it was still so different from what she had grown up knowing. People were always talking. Just for the sake of it. Just to fill the silence.

Kina didn’t talk. Oh, she whistled and clicked and tsked, but she didn’t talk. The sounds she made were soothing, flowing over Rey like a wave. Sometimes, the woman would whistle a low tune - not Binary, just whistling for the sake of it - and Rey could feel the hairs on her arms stand up. Kina was doing it now, a melody Rey had never heard before. It made her feel sleepy, relaxed, like she could float away.

If she concentrated, sometimes she could catch words when Kina spoke. If the pitch was just right, but most of the time it was a jumble. Kina might whistle something that sounded like three long notes, but then K-0 or BB-8 would translate long thoughts or processes. There were obviously other notes there, other frequencies, but Rey just wasn’t able to hear them.

Below her, she could hear the beeps and trills of the two droids arguing, along with occasional thumps. Poe was in strategy meetings all day and BB-8 had chosen to tag along with Rey. She should probably be in that same meeting. She just… didn’t want to be. She wanted to be somewhere else. Somewhere she could relax for a bit.

That was apparently not going to be here today. K-0 continued to try to run BB-8 off anytime he was in the workshop. There was something about the other droid helping out Kina that made K-0 furious. BB-8, for his part, seemed befuddled by the smaller droid’s actions.

Kina had already run the pair off from her side of the shop, sending them away with a sharp set of whistles and clicks that Rey had not needed to have translated to understand the meaning of. Since then, K-0 had been making snappy digs at BB-8 who was trying to avoid the other droid. They were almost directly below Rey, and she was having a hard time concentrating on her meditation with their chatter back and forth.

The room went quiet and Rey froze. That was not peaceful silence. That was the silence of something lying in wait. She glanced down just in time to see K-0 push itself against one of the table legs, tipping it over onto BB-8 and then darting across the room.

A shrill whistle from Kina and Rey could hear K-0 beeping back furiously, saying something about BB-8 but it was so jumbled Rey could barely make it out. Kina turned to BB-8, hands on her hips, clicking her tongue and whistling. No one was translating but Rey could understand BB’s reply.

"It is not my fault Friend Kina!" BB-8 whistled at the droidsmith.

"It’s not," Rey called down, swinging her legs over and then into the hammock so she was sitting cross-legged - using the tiniest tendril of the Force to keep the sling from tipping over. "K-0 knocked it over."

K-0 looked up at her, letting loose a torrent of Binary that made Rey blush.

Kina’s sharp whistle sent the little droid scurrying, then she rolled her eyes and crouched down to help dig BB-8 out of the pile of junk that had fallen on him. Rey hopped down, lightly landing on the balls of her feet. That jump probably counted as Jedi training right? If so then she could honestly say that she hadn’t spent the day doing nothing.

Rey squatted down next to Kina, the pair of them quickly righting the table. Rey handed objects up to Kina who seemed to have a very specific idea of where everything should go. It looked like a haphazard mess to Rey, but Kina nodded after a minute and then smiled at her.

"Thank you," BB-8 translated.

"Not a problem," Rey smiled back before following Kina over to the workbench. "That’s quite a little troublemaker you’ve got in K-0."

Kina grinned at her as she sat back down. "Yeah, they are, aren’t they? Sometimes I wish they weren’t but… well…"

Rey’s forehead furrowed, "What do you mean? You can just reprogram it right?"

Kina froze, the grin dropping from her face. "But then they wouldn’t be K-0. They would be someone else. And K-0 would be gone."

Kina whistled again at BB-8 and the droid spun in place. "Apologies Friend Kina. Friend Rey, what Friend Kina said was 'And K-0 would be dead'."

"Droids can’t die," Rey said without thinking. "They can be destroyed but they’re not alive so they can’t…" she trailed off, thinking.

"They think, they feel, they make jokes and solve problems and in their own way they can love us and each other," Kina turned away from her, picking up a tool from the bench. "If you have a definition of 'alive' that does not include those things I am not sure it’s worth having."

Rey stood there, staring down at BB-8 who looked up at her with his photoreceptor. She’d never really thought about droids before. They were always there, and she had grown attached to a few - including this one. But she’s never thought of them as alive. They obviously were made by someone, like ships and blasters and crates.

"People are made by other people," Kina whistled and Rey realized she had said the last of her thoughts out loud. "Whether it’s more of their own species or droids, every person is made by someone."

Rey pondered that as she watched Kina. "I’ve never heard anyone put it that way before."

"You need to talk to more droidsmiths," Kina looked at her from the corner of her eye. "It’s pretty common in our circles."

Rey nodded, pulling a stool up and sitting next to her. "What are you working on today?"

With her new information, Rey could see how differently Kina treated the droids than other people did. Always asking permission before working on them, asking their opinions. She whistled at them constantly, explaining what she was doing and stopping to explain further if she received questions back.

Is that why Kina could speak binary? Rey listened closer. It was a little awkward, having to parse out what BB-8 repeated in Binary. Rey tried to understand the difference between what the droid was saying and what Kina herself was saying. After a few minutes Rey finally asked, "How do you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Talk in Binary?" Rey answered and then shrugged ruefully, "I tried it last night but I could barely manage to get a few random words strung together."

Kina paused, setting down her tools and sighing. She seemed to have a moment of arguing with herself then she turned on her stool to fully face Rey. "My people possess the gift of music. We can sing notes others can’t hear, perceive a much wider spectrum of frequencies."

Rey had a follow-up question but BB-8 actually got there first. "But you do not sing Friend Kina."

"No I do not," Kina said, leaning down and stroking one hand along the droid, the other rising to touch the thick leather necklace at her throat before turning back to her workbench. BB-8 made half a noise but Rey quickly tapped him with her foot, motioning for the droid to stay silent.

"If you are going to stay," BB-8 repeated from Kina, "I could use a hand getting that DZ unit up here."

Rey nodded. It hadn’t exactly turned into a relaxing ’lay around and take a nap’ kind of day. But helping Kina haul droid parts around was satisfying in its own way. A few hours later, she said her goodbyes, BB-8 circling around them. She glanced out the front of the workshop, noticing the dark skies.

"Have you been here for a storm yet?" she asked.

Kina shook her head, an anxious look crossing her face. "I have not. Are they… bad?"

"They can be," Rey said honestly, watching the play of emotions in the other woman’s eyes. "If you want, I can go do my check-ins and then come back. I’ve got the hammock now and it’s probably drier here than it would be where I usually sleep."

She usually slept on the Falcon but there was no need to point that out. Kina was staring past Rey, at the wind picking up and the roiling clouds overhead. Finally she nodded. "I would like that," BB-8 translated.

"Great!" Rey exclaimed as optimistically as possible. "I’ll see you later then."

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Chpt 5

[jalapeno-princess]

Love Song

Mark Tuan X Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst? and plenty of badly written smut

Warnings: 18+, Choking kink, degradation?, car sex with Mark (one could only dream), oral sex, riding, face fucking, breast play, fingering, doggy style

Word count: 7.4k

Summary: You and Mark were enjoying your night together at your mutual friend Youngjae’s wedding when your boyfriend asks you to follow him outside. Instead of taking a quick breather like you had thought he was doing, he brings you over to his car and the two of you end up driving to a empty parking lot. It’s in those moments that Mark confesses his insecurities to you and the two of you end up confessing your love for each other leading to passionate and very rough sex in the back seat of his car.

A/N: I don’t know why, but every time I listen to Lana Del Rey, her songs remind me of Mark and when I first heard this song, being the sex deprived horny ass bitch that I am came up with the idea of car sex with Mark and this story came about. I’m sorry if the smut is poorly written I’m not one to write smut too often but I just had to. Happy reading!

In the car, in the car, in the backseat, I'm your baby We go fast, we go so fast, we don’t move I believe in a place you take me Make you real proud of your baby In your car, I'm a star and I'm burnin’ through you In your car, I'm a star and I'm burnin' through you

“Mark, what are you doing? Where are we going? Youngjae and his wife didn’t even cut the cake yet, we can’t just leave the wedding—“ Your boyfriend ignored your complaints and tightened his hold on your hand while continuing to pull you towards his car. 

The two of you were at your best friend Youngjae’s wedding. It was quite a big wedding with a beautiful reception. There were hundreds of people in celebration and you were having such an amazing time. That was until your boyfriend squeezed on your thigh and motioned for the two of you to head outside. 

You didn’t think much of it at first, maybe he just needed to breathe for a little bit. He was never one to be fond of big crowds, so you felt as if maybe he wanted to take a smoke break to calm down his anxiety. But you knew something was up when he began walking in the direction of his car. 

“We can and we will. All the good parts are over anyways. We showed up, watched them say their vows, ate dinner and gave the gift. That’s all that matters. Now get in.” 

You looked up at him in curiosity. Why was he so upset? His face held no emotion, but you’ve been with Mark long enough to know when something was bothering him. Not wanting to aggravate him even more, you did as you were told and took your place in the passenger seat. 

As he began to drive away, you tried to think of what might’ve happened during the night’s festivities that could’ve bothered him so much. He was fine when the two of you left your apartment and he seemed to be having a good time up until it was time for the speeches. You had excused yourself to the bathroom for a few minutes and when you came back, you were quick to notice how tense he had become. As much as you wanted to know what was on his mind, you learned from past experiences not to pry at your boyfriend unless you wanted it to end up in an argument. 

You were so in to your thoughts that you failed to realize how fast Mark was driving until you saw him run a few red lights. That’s when you decided to call him out for the way he was acting. 

“Mark, what’s going on? What happened babe? Talk to me.” You reached for his hand that was on the console and gently grazed it in attempts to get him to calm down. Over the course of your relationship, you’ve learned that Mark had the biggest weak spot for you. Just a simple kiss or touch could break him out of his negative mood and that’s exactly what you did. 

As you brought his hand up to your lips and placed a soft kiss against it, you saw his shoulders relax as his speed began to slow down. Once he got to a stoplight, he turned to face you and cupped your cheek in his hand. No matter how long the two of you have been together, you would always get flustered over any sort of skin ship. He placed a chaste kiss on your forehead before returning his focus back to the road. His free hand found yours and he brought it over to his lap. In your peripheral vision, you saw his eyebrows soften and a small smirk rose upon his face. Knowing that your presence alone could help him feel better made your heart flutter. 

“I’m sorry. I’m being an ass to you for no reason. Just let me park and I’ll tell you everything.” He continued to drive for what felt like hours until he pulled in to an empty parking lot of a random park. Without saying anything, he got out of the driver’s seat and made his way to the back. Before you could ask him what he was doing, he motioned for you to join him. 

Once you made your way towards the back seat, he immediately pulled you on to his lap and hid his face in the crook of your neck while wrapping his arms around your waist. The two of you sat in silence for a while; you wanted to wait for him to explain the way he was acting. You felt him softly drag his fingers along the dress you were wearing and smiled to yourself. 

“This is a really pretty dress. You looked beautiful as always my love. I think you gave Youngjae’s wife a run for her money.” You giggled at his comment and playfully slapped his shoulder. When he released a long sigh and you felt him pout against your jaw, curiosity got the best of you and you decided you would speak up about his behavior. 

“Mark. Babe, what’s got you so upset?” You turned to face him and brought your hands up in to his hair. His brows furrowed and he found himself placing his forehead against yours. 

“Are you mad at me for the way I’ve been acting just now? I’ve ruined the night didn’t I? I don’t know why I’m letting it get to me so much. It’s just—when you went to the bathroom, Jackson came over and started talking to me about how everyone in our group of friends is getting married and settling down and how pathetic it is that I have yet to even pop the question to you. Then he brought up that you must be tired of going to all these weddings and not being able to experience one of your own. He also wouldn’t shut up about the fact that we’ve been together for four years and how I’m stupid for not proposing to you already. Now I can’t stop thinking that one day you’re going to get tired of waiting and leave me. You know that I love you right? I love you with every fiber of my being. I can’t even fathom in to words how much I love you. You mean everything to me y/n. You should know that by now. I’m sorry. I’m sure you want to experience your own wedding; planning it, getting proposed to, walking down the aisle. All of that. And I plan on giving all of that to you baby. It’s just—“

He brought his fingers up to your cheek and gently grazed it. “I want to give you the best. It’s what you deserve. I want to be able to give you the wedding of your dreams. I want to be able to afford that ring I’ve seen you looking at a few times, I want to take you on the best honeymoon and come back to a big house, not our crummy little apartment. I don’t care if that means we have to get married when we’re forty. And I want to make more beautiful memories with you before we have to adult and worry about shit like mortgage and credit card bills. I hate when people meddle in our business. I just couldn’t stay there any longer without wanting to throw my glass of wine at him. You’re the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. I knew that from the beginning of our relationship. I don’t need a fucking engagement ring or some stupid papers to prove to others that you’re my soulmate. All that matters is you and I. You’re my person. I was made for loving you and I plan on doing so for the rest of our lives. But if you want to get married now, then that’s fine too baby. We’ll do whatever you want. I just want you to be happy. We can get hitched tomorrow if you’d like.” 

You let out a light chuckle, but you couldn’t help and tear up at his sweet words. You weren’t going to lie, attending all of his friend’s weddings did make you jealous. Seeing all of their brides getting dolled up for their special day made you extremely envious. But you were afraid of bringing the topic up to Mark. He obviously had his reasons for having yet to ask you to marry him and you respected that. However, hearing that the reason he was still waiting to propose was because he wanted to give you the perfect wedding made your cheeks warm. 

Mark was a man of little words but many actions. Sure, he tells you he loves you on a daily basis, but he never fails to show it to you with his actions. Whether it’s by carrying you to your room whenever you fell asleep on the couch, cooking dinners and washing the dishes for you when you came home late from work, buying you your own carton of ice cream whenever he went grocery shopping, texting you to make sure you were eating your meals on time, preparing you baths when he felt like you were stressed and overwhelmed or circling lines in books that reminded him of you; the little things like this just proved to you how much he really did love you. 

You placed a chaste kiss on the corner of his lips and looked at him with so much love and adoration in your eyes. The last four years of your life were some of the best because of the beautiful man in front of you. He made you feel as if you were the only woman on this earth. The love you had for Mark was indescribable; you’d do anything he’d ask you to and you knew he’d do the same for you. 

“Mark. Babe, look at me.” He shook his head before returning his face against your chest. 

“I prefer it here. It’s nice and comfortable lying against your breasts.” You shoved his shoulder and rolled his eyes and finally, he looked up at you. 

“I’ll admit, as much as I love attending these weddings, I couldn’t help but wish it was ours. I found myself daydreaming about how our wedding would be like. Where we would have it at, what kind of dress I’d wear, the type of flowers, cake and food we’d have. But then I’d look at you and realize, that I don’t need all of that. All I need, is you at the end of the aisle. I don’t need a big, extravagant wedding. Sure, it’d be nice to have a ten tiered cake with dozens of flowers on a beach surrounded with hundreds of our friends and family members. But I don’t care about all of that. You. All I want and could ever need in my life is you. All I care about is you. I don’t care if we run away to Vegas and have an Elvis impersonator marry us off, I just want to be one with you. I want to be yours. Legally, that is. I’m sorry your night was ruined and I’m sorry you had to worry about how I feel about marriage and the fact that we’re the only couple in our group of friends that aren’t married. But you have nothing to worry about anything my love. I’m not going anywhere. It’s you and me forever, remember? Honestly Mark, you could propose to me with a ring pop and I would probably cry. I love you, more than you will ever know.” 

You gently lifted up his chin so that you made eye contact with him and connected your lips with his. When you felt him smile in to the kiss as his grip on your waist only tightened, your heart felt as if it was about to combust. Although the two of you were in your mid 20s, you always felt so young when you were with Mark. He always took such amazing care of you and being with him made you feel free; like a child. The two of you continued to kiss and soon one thing led to another. You felt something hard against your thigh and you giggled at the sensation. 

“What? What’s so funny?” Your boyfriend looked at you in confusion as you covered up your mouth and continued your laughter. 

“I can’t believe we left your best friend’s wedding only to have sex in your car. This was your plan all along, wasn’t it? You’re remarkable you know that?” He rolled his eyes before reconnecting your lips together. One of your favorite past times was kissing Mark. Your boyfriend had the prettiest heart shaped lips you’ve ever seen. They were always so soft and plump, and you loved how they felt against yours. 

“No. I didn’t plan to leave Youngjae’s wedding so we could fuck in my back seat. This is just the cherry on top of what was almost a great night. However, I’m sure you’ll make it a perfect night for me pretty soon. Fuck, you don’t know how hard it was watching you get ready and seeing you put on this dress. You don’t know how breathtakingly beautiful yet extremely sexy you are do you baby girl? It took every bone in my body not to throw you up against the wall and fuck you in to next week. I don’t think you noticed how many eyes were on you tonight. The guys are all married but yet I caught all of them sneaking glances at you. I caught Bambam staring at you and even biting his lip multiple times and I wanted to sock him in the face for it. You’re mine, all mine. I wanna hear you say it.” 

You began to grind yourself in to his growing erection earning yourself a breathy groan from the devastatingly handsome man in front of you. You nibbled softly on his ear lobe and placed a chaste kiss right below it, knowing just how much it turned your boyfriend on whenever you did that. 

“Say what Mark?” He frowned, but it was quickly replaced with a scowl. No matter how sweet Mark was when it came to you, whenever it came to your love sessions, he was rough and very animalistic. He made sure you knew he was the boss when it came to the bedroom, not that you had any complaints. If anything, you loved how dominant Mark was during sex. You loved it when he edged you, spanked you, choked you and had you begging for release. His dominance was a huge kink of yours and your boyfriend was completely aware of this. Which is why he knew you were teasing him only to get him riled up. 

You began to palm him through his dress pants and fastened your pace grinding against his thigh. The grunt that left his pretty lips sent chills down your spine and warmth to your core. You wanted Mark to know the effect he had on you, your heart, your mind and your extremely soaking pussy. After reconnecting your lips to his, you reached for his hand and brought it in to your dress, guiding it up to your entrance. You pulled away briefly to make eye contact with him as you cupped your cunt with his hand. 

“Yours. I’m all yours. Forever.” The look of lust and desire in his eyes only made things more difficult for you. You needed him now. As much as you loved foreplay and the idea of his head between your thighs, you wanted him inside of you. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful y/n. God. I will never get enough of you. My pretty little petal. You’re mine. All mine. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’d do it a hundred times if it meant having you in every single lifetime. I love you. I love you s—so—fuck. Keep going baby. You’re so good to me angel.” 

Hearing him say those things made you smile like an idiot and you decided you’d put your selfish needs on hold in order to pleasure your boyfriend. He yanked off both his vest and his dress shirt as your dainty little fingers unzipped his pants. You quickly freed his extremely hard and painfully red looking cock from his boxers. The sight of his bare chest and his erection made your mouth water. Mark was well endowed, he was both thick and long. You couldn’t believe someone like Mark existed. It irritated you that there was absolutely nothing wrong with him. He was perfect and all yours. 

You wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock and swiped the pre cum that was already seeping out. You made sure he kept eye contact with you as you seductively brought his cum in to your mouth. The growl that came from the back of his throat didn’t go unnoticed by you and turned you on more if that was even possible. You began to pump him slowly and started leaving sloppy kisses along his neck. When you felt him wrap his hand against yours and began to pump faster, you felt a coil building up in your stomach. 

Something about the way he was acting so brutal yet soft brought heat to your cheeks. Seeing him close his eyes and bite down on his lip as the two of you were pumping his length was such an erotic sight. To Mark’s dismay, you pulled away all to soon and as he was about to complain, you got off of his lap and sat down on the floor. 

“I want you to fuck my face Mark. Take all your anger out on me baby. Let’s break in your new car.” His eyes widened in shock at your not so innocent words and with the sultry way you were looking at him, he knew he wasn’t going to last long. You kitten licked the tip before dragging your tongue back and forth along his slit. Hearing him take in a deep breath caused you to grind yourself against the floor, trying to get any sort of friction between your heat. Finally, you brought him in to your mouth and did your best to swallow him as much as you could. 

Although you loved receiving head, especially because Mark was so good at eating you out, you preferred giving it just a little bit more because you knew how much pleasure it brought your boyfriend. Watching his facial expressions and the way he would tug on your hair only gave you more confidence to perform better. No matter how painful it was, hearing his constant moans, cussing and dirty words was worth the tears you had shed. 

“Look at you, my beautiful cock slut. You just love choking on my dick don’t you babe? Fuck y/n, just like that. You’re so good to me—your mouth is so warm. I love it when you suck me off, you’re so good at it. Ah—ah—oh fuck.”

You brought your thumb up to his cock and grazed along his throbbing veins all the while dragging your tongue around the tip of his cock agonizingly slow. When you looked up to see his facial reactions, you let out a soft moan. Seeing Mark bite down on his lip all the while holding a pleasuring expression on his face made your cheeks blush. As he grew closer to his release, he brought his hands down to your hair and all but gently shoved himself farther and farther down your throat. 

Since the two of you were very honest in your relationship, he was very transparent when it came to voicing his kinks and you were completely aware that face fucking was at the top of his list. Sure, Mark would do anything you’d ask him to; but behind closed doors, he was a fierce, dominant figure. He wanted to instill it in your mind that only he could bring you to sheer ecstasy with just a single touch. 

“Take it baby, I know you can handle it. Fuck, I’m so close. You’re so beautiful, you know that? I’m so—so—fucking in love with you—ahhh shit.” Before you knew it, your mouth was being filled with his warm, creamy liquid and you swallowed whatever you possibly could. The exhausted sigh that fell from his lips once you pulled your mouth away was an all too familiar sound and you knew you had literally sucked the life out of him. When you heard him giggle, you looked up at him in curiosity and began to get up from off the ground.

“What’s wrong?” His laughter continued before he placed a chaste kiss on the corner of your lips. 

“I uh—You have some cum—right there. How can you look so adorable right after having my dick down your throat? God, how are you even real? You can’t be. That was—shit y/n. I’m speechless. You’re just—wow. You know what? Fuck it, let’s get hitched. Will you marry me baby?” You playfully shoved his shoulder before climbing on to his lap. Your hands made their way up to his hair as you began leaving sloppy kisses along his jaw. 

“Hmmm, to think, all it took was a blow job to get me a proposal. I’ve given you plenty of those before, why so desperate now Tuan?” He rolled his eyes before gripping on to your hips and began grinding you against his lap again. “Mark.” He hummed in curiosity as you connected your lips together in a passionate kiss. “Take off my dress. Please.” The toothy grin he sent you as he hid his face in the crook of your neck made this feel all too surreal. 

Before Mark, you had your fair share of terrible relationships and at one point, you felt that love just wasn’t for you. That was until the beautiful boy in front of you clumsily fell on to your lap as you were sitting on the ground of Barnes and Noble reading a book. Countless apologies spilled from his lips but they all went through one ear and out the other. You were so focused on how attractive he was and how cute he sounded as he stuttered on his words. 

When he took a look at you, it’s as if his whole world just stopped. It’s as if he was in a trance and he didn’t know why. Love at first sight was so cliche, but Mark knew there was something about you that stuck with him. It was then that he found himself asking to sit with you and began to read for a few minutes before building up the courage to talk to you. From that day on, the two of you were inseparable. Your mom even called the two of you magnets. Wherever one of you went, the other would follow. 

Since the beginning of your relationship up until now, Mark has shown you so much love, support, patience, kindness and happiness and you knew if soulmates existed, he was yours. You took a good look at him and you couldn’t help the tear that fell from your cheek at the thought of how much you loved the man staring back at you. You’d do anything for him, be anyone he’d ask you to be, go anywhere he’d go. Mark Tuan was your person, and you were sure you’d die if you were to lose him. 

“Baby what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” You didn’t even notice your tears as they continued to fall until he began leaving soft kisses against your cheeks. Before he could say anything else, you brought your lips back to his and kissed him with everything you had; hoping he could feel at least half of the love you held for him through the kiss. He licked on your bottom lip, non verbally asking for entrance while returning the kiss just as hard. A whimper fell from his lips when he felt you pull away but you were quick to lean your forehead against his.

“I love you so much. You mean the world to me Mark.” The way he was looking at you with so much love and admiration in his eyes made you tear up even more; but before he let any more tears fall, he began to unzip your dress and softly tossed it to the ground. 

“Holy shit.” When you saw that he was looking at your breasts, only then did it occur to you that you weren’t wearing a bra. “You’re something else you know that? Perfect doesn’t even come close to what you are. You are a marvel baby. So, so pretty and all mine. I love you too my love. More than you will ever know.” 

He tried his best to position the two of you so that he was on top, but his car; although it was more spacious than his previous one, was still very cramped to be having sex in. As he tried to lower your head on to the seat, he actually ended up bumping the back of your head on the side door and when he tried to make sure you were alright, he ended up bumping his head against the window.

“Whoever said car sex is the best kind of sex is a fucking liar.” You giggled in to the juncture of his neck and motioned for him to get off of you, earning yourself an adorable look of curiosity. 

“Let me ride you, it might be easier since I’m tinier. You‘ll end up bumping your head every time you thrust in to me. Face it sweetie, you didn’t plan this out well.” He let out a sarcastic chuckle before guiding you to the tip of his cock. 

“Wait, y/n. I was actually planning on eating you out first before making love to you—“ you softly grazed his cheek before bringing his cock up to your extremely soaking entrance. 

“I need you inside of me. Now. Knowing us, we’ll go round two once we get home. So you can take care of me then. Focus on rearranging my guts and making sure I’m immobile for the rest of the week.” His eyes widened in shock at your naughty words. You were an extremely sweet and soft spoken person to everyone you knew. But every time you and Mark made love, you’d become a completely different person and he loved it. Although you were more of a submissive type, there were times where you could be pretty rough with your boyfriend and sometimes you even teased him until he was begging for his release. Tonight was one of those nights where you planned on wrecking him. 

You reached down and wrapped your dainty little fingers around the head and slid your thumb back and forth against his slit. After collecting some of the precum from his extremely hardened and throbbing cock, you made sure you were keeping eye contact with him as you brought the creamy white liquid up to your lips and sucked every bit of it from off your fingers. The breathy moan that came from his pretty pink lips only sent more heat to your soaking core. 

“Fuck, that was so hot—shit—SHIT. How are you always so fucking tight? You’re soaking baby, fuck. You feel amazing. I’m going to need you to do something. Anything, please y/n. Fuck me already damnit!” 

You loved the power you had over him; you knew that Mark tried his best to come off as someone who hated to beg and being submissive, but deep down you knew he liked it. He loved how dominant you could be whenever it came to sex. He loved knowing that only he knew how wild and rough you were in bed. He loved knowing there was a dark and extremely erotic side to the kind, gentle and soft spoken girl everybody knew and loved. After what felt like hours, you finally began to give Mark what he was asking for. 

You lifted yourself off of his cock and immediately sank back down afterwords. Your slick walls began to coat the entirety of his painful erection and you were quick to fasten your pace when you felt his hands grip tightly on your waist. Mark began to thrust himself inside of you causing the car to shake but neither of you seemed to care. One thing you loved about having sex with Mark, it was always a team effort. He’d never let you do anything on your own. If you gave him head, he would never let you go to sleep without eating you out. If you rode him, he became a power bottom. 

If he came before you did, he made sure to make your orgasm last longer and hit you even harder. To Mark, you were the most delicate and fragile flower and he was so afraid of hurting you. But with the way you would control most of your love making sessions, he knew you were a force to be reckoned with.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good. You’re so, so good to me. How does it feel y/n? Riding my cock like the pretty little cow girl you are? You like bouncing on my dick don’t you? You love the feeling of my cock penetrating those tight and slick walls of yours huh? The idea of anyone pulling up to this parking lot and catching us relinquishing in our love excites you doesn’t it my beautiful girl? Who owns this pretty pussy of yours? Say it. Scream my name baby.” 

He brought his hands up to your ass and squeezed both cheeks before roughly slapping them. The sound echoed throughout the car and it only caused the coil that was building up in your stomach to tighten. 

“You Mark. You do. You and only you. You own everything. My heart, my mind, my body, my soul. It’s all yours. I’m all yours. Please baby, go faster. Fuck me harder Mark. Deeper baby, please.” 

Your begging only made things harder for your boyfriend, literally. As much as he loved having you sink up and down on his cock as your pretty titties bounced, he needed to go deeper. There were no words to describe just how good you felt. As your ass continually hit against his pelvis and the tip of his cock hit your cervix, he knew he was close. He pulled you down to his chest and placed a long, sloppy kiss against your lips. When he brought your bottom lip in between his teeth, you let out a mix of a moan and a whine and it was the most orgasmic sound he’s ever heard before. 

He released your lip and began to attack your chest with multiple love bites. You were his and he wanted the world to know just how amazing your night together had been. Before you knew it, he brought his mouth up to one of your breasts and playfully began to lick your nipple. You had a huge breast play kink and Mark was well aware of it which is why he never failed in taking advantage of loving on your beautiful mounds. 

The two of you experimented in many different ways of breast play; whether it was clamps, titty fucking, ice play or food play, you would find your orgasm build at just the simplest lick or pinch of your nipple. Even when the two of you weren’t being intimate, Mark was constantly loving on your chest on a daily basis and made sure you were well aware that it was his favorite body part of yours other than your beautiful face, thick thighs and plump ass. He brought his mouth around your breast and started to suck on it as he squeezed your other one and toyed with your nipple. 

While he was taking the time to take care of your breasts, you continued to bounce on him like a bunny rabbit and brought your hands up to his hair in order to tug on it hoping that he knew he was driving you insane. After spending a few minutes nipping and sucking on one breast, he finally made his way to the other and continued his movements. Your sighs, gentle moans and soft murmurs only egged him on more and as much as he loved playing with your tits, he wanted to be balls deep inside of your pussy. As soon as he pulled his mouth away from your breast, you released a whine causing him to giggle.

“Mark, what the fuck? That felt amazing. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll put my breast back in your mouth.” He giggled softly before reconnecting your lips together and motioned for you to get off of him. This earned him the cutest look of confusion but instead of letting you wonder what he meant, he spoke up. 

“As much as I love both sucking and fucking on these pretty and very huge titties of yours, I wanna hit it from behind. I need to see that beautiful ass bounce on my cock. Let me fuck my princess doggy style.” 

Although you were nervous thinking about how he could fuck your from behind in such a limited amount of space, you trusted your boyfriend and knew that he wouldn’t put you in a situation you’d be uncomfortable in. He had you turn around and face the opposite door as he bent you over and handed you his dress shirt and coat to rest your head on if you needed to. He brought one hand to your waist and the other one found one of your breasts. 

“Ready for me my love?” You turned your head as much as you possibly could and stole a chaste kiss from him in response. As soon as he reentered your dripping sex, you both let out exhausted moans as he roughly started to plunge himself in to you. His hand dropped from your waist and made it’s way up to your neck all but gently wrapping around it and choking you. Choking was one of your biggest kinks. Mark had the prettiest hands you’ve ever seen on a man.

They were so long and skinny and you loved the feeling of them wrapped around your neck, intertwined with yours, squeezing your breasts and ass, gripped against your waist or buried inside of your cunt. His grip on your neck tightened but he was still very gentle with the way he had his hand wrapped around you. The feeling of him both quickly and roughly thrusting himself in to you as he delicately gripped at your throat on top of the sounds of skin on skin clapping echoing throughout the car was making your head spin. This was all too much for your mind to process let alone handle. 

Sure, the two of you had sex countless of times throughout your entire relationship. There were times where the sex was extremely hot and passionate and times where your boyfriend was slow, soft and very gentle. The two of you found yourself in situations where toys were used, you were in the public with many chances of getting caught and anytime you and Mark would argue, it would always end in steamy and angry make up sex. 

Something about the atmosphere this time around was different. Maybe it was because he voiced his worries and insecurities to you regarding your future together and because he admitted to you that he wanted to give you the world and all that he thinks you deserve before asking you to marry him. All you knew and even cared about was the man currently giving himself to you. 

You didn’t care about marriage, where the two of you were to live and settle down and nor did you care about what anyone thought about your relationship. Mark was all you needed in this life of sin. He was quick to notice that you were out of it so he began leaving sloppy kisses along your jaw to get your attention.

“Everything okay baby? I’m not hurting you am I?” You shook your head in disagreement before turning as far as you could to connect your lips together.

“I’m fine. I just love—fuck—I love you so much Mark—mmmmmm. Faster, and choke me harder. Please, it feels so good. So—so good.” Hearing your confessions of love on top of how tight your pussy was clenching around his sensitive cock because of the way he was wrapping his fingers around your neck was driving Mark to the edge of insanity. 

“You love the way I wrap my fingers around your pretty little neck don’t you baby? You love how rough and dominant I can be don’t you? You love the feeling of my thick cock stretching out your beautiful pussy don’t you princess? Daddy loves it just as much and if not more. You’re so fucking tight and you’re taking me so well. I will never get tired of fucking my beautiful baby girl. Making love to you is my favorite past time. You—you mean everything to me. I’m so in love with you y/n. Please, tell me you’re close. I’m losing my mind here.”

He gently shoved your head down in to the seat when he felt you nod in agreement and to your dismay, took his hand off of your neck. However, he brought his fingers down to your clit and began to rub against your extremely sensitive nub as he continued to blow your back out. The feeling of his rough digits ploughing themselves in you as his dick sank itself in between your folds sent your bones on fire and with the way Mark was roughly nipping and sucking at your neck in order to hide his moans, you knew he was ready to release his load inside of you. 

Before you knew it, your boyfriend let out a strained cry as his second orgasm filled you up to the hilt. He frowned when he noticed you still had yet to come yourself, but the soft caress against his thumb broke him out of his self pity.

“Baby, I’m so sorry—“ you brought your fingers up to his lips in order to silence him. 

“Eat me out Mark. Put those pretty lips to use. I’m almost there, I just need your tongue.” He released an exhausted yet extremely sexy grunt before turning you around and laying you on the chair. He brought his fingers down to your clit and collected some of his cum while bringing it up to your lips. 

“Suck.” You did as you were told and licked his fingers clean. The sight made blood rush to Mark’s head and he plopped his body down on yours in order to connect your lips together. You bit down on his bottom lip before nipping and sucking on it. Mark’s lips were extremely addicting and you would kiss him for days if only time permitted you to do so. 

Unfortunately, he pulled away before you could continue your make out session because he knew he had a job to do and if you kept kissing him the way you were, he wouldn’t get to eat you out like you pleased. As he began to lower himself to your entrance, your breath hitched at the sight of his head between your thighs.

You always loved watching Mark go down on you, especially when he would innocently smile up at you with your essence all over his lips as if he wasn’t committing such a sinful act of lust. He started to leave soft kisses against your thighs and decided to tease you by blowing hot air against your entrance. 

“You smell and look so good baby doll, but I bet you taste even better. Let’s see if my assumptions are right.” As you were about to push his head against your tightened core needing him to do anything to help the tingling and throbbing sensation between your legs, he finally brought his tongue up to your clit and teasingly licked your slit earning himself a breathy moan. 

“Holy shit. You taste amazing. You never cease to amaze me. Time to dig in.” His tongue lapped up at your juices as he began to nip and suck on your clit. He grazed you’re core with his teeth and you could feel yourself getting closer to your end. Your hands made their way to his hair and you pulled at it every time you felt his lips sucking on your folds. Your moans and breathy sighs only made your boyfriend go harder on you. He brought his index and middle finger up to your entrance and shoved himself inside as he continued licking at your clit. 

“M—Mark—fuck—please—please please—so so good—“ he pulled away and gave you his award winning smile causing your eyes to roll back. 

“Enjoying yourself baby?” You looked down at him and nodded. He looked so adorable yet so naughty; how was that even possible. If only you could take a mental photo of the breathtaking sight in front of you and go back to look at it every time you were apart from him. 

“I don’t know. You seem to be quiet tonight. Maybe I should stop—“ you all but gently pulled at his hair and gave him a knowing look. 

“Don’t you dare Tuan. We’re not going anywhere until I’m seeing stars and cum in your mouth.” He gave you a smirk before leaving soft kisses against your thighs. 

“Fine. But you know what I want from you baby. Sing for me. Don’t hide those pretty noises. Moan for me. Scream my name. Let me know just how good I’m eating this pretty pink cunt of yours.” 

He didn’t need to ask you twice. As soon as he brought his mouth back to your entrance and continued his ministrations, you were putty in his hands. Your screams and silent curses filled his car and before you knew it, the coil that was tightening in your tummy released and all you could see was white. Mark licked up everything as soon as you released yourself in to his mouth and left a few more kisses against your clit before making his way up to you. 

“You’re such a good girl. God, you are perfect. I’ll never get over your beauty and the way you never fail to blow my mind—and my dick.” 

You gave him a tired smile and brought your hand up to cup his cheek. “How was I? Did I do a good job? Did I make daddy proud?” He returned your grin and stole a sweet kiss from your lips. 

“You were perfect y/n. You’re always so good to me. If it’s any consolation, this was one of our best love making sessions we’ve had yet. To be honest, I really like fucking you in here. It’s a bit cramped but damn, I love being pressed up so close against your body. Plus, it’s more intimate and gets steamier in here. Look at the windows, it’s like our own personal sauna in here.” You took a few seconds to look around and notice what he was referring to and let out a gasp while softly slapping his chest. 

“If anyone were to pull up and see your car—“ 

“Then they would see how hot and nasty we get during sex. We give porn stars a run for their money. I turn in to some animalistic creature whenever we make love; I don’t know why but you drive me insane and I fucking love it. The windows are tinted a few colors darker than what’s allowed baby. There’s nothing for you to worry about. I did that for a reason.” 

With the small amount of energy you had left, you giggled against his chest at the idea of him purposely tinting his windows so he could fuck you in his car without people being able to see inside. Mark was always such a horny bastard, not that you had any complaints. Your body craved him as much as your mind and heart did. You playfully rolled your eyes at the older boy and failed to notice the way he was looking at you. 

Although the both of you just relinquished in your love for almost two hours, he looked at you as if you were the one to set the sun, stars and the moon in to the sky. Mark had a hard time believing you were real sometimes. You placed a soft kiss against his nose to break him out of his thoughts. 

“Someone like you only comes around once in a lifetime. I thank God every day for blessing me with someone as ethereal and exceptionally wonderful as you to be my person y/n. It took me years to accept the fact that I deserve you because I never felt like I was good enough for you. I know I try my best to prove my love for you and I say it quite a lot but I’m sorry if there are times where you doubt my love for you. Just know I would go through hell and back just to make sure that breathtaking smile of yours stays on your beautiful face. You are more than just my girlfriend y/n. You’re my best friend. My soul mate. My person and I’ll spend the rest of my life showing you and telling you just how grateful I am to be yours. One day you’ll be my wife. Soon baby. I can’t wait to put a ring on your cute little finger. Let’s get you home baby, so I can continue to show you just how much I love you.”

Oh, be my once in a lifetime Lyin' on your chest in my party dress I'm a fuckin' mess, but I Oh, thanks for the high life Baby, it's the best, passed the test and yes Now I’m here with you, and I Would like to think that you would stick around You know that I’d just die to make you proud The taste, the touch, the way we love It all comes down to make the sound of our love song

[sittingoverheredreaming]

Same Prompt Party! Usagi: New Year’s Fireworks

I told myself that I would get this done much sooner than the last minute because I’ve grown as a person since the last same prompt party, but that was a fucking lie ahaha. Here it is, though, just shy of 2,200 words!

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Fireworks weren’t supposed to start until midnight. Everyone knew that. But when Usagi opened a groggy eye to check the time after the first roaring booms, it was barely ten. Not that she knew that right away-- the clock was still up on the nightstand, entirely out of sight from the mattress’s current position on the floor. She had to fumble around for her phone instead, as careful and quiet as she could ever be. Only then did she see that it was a touch past ten, and that she had more notifications than her phone could display, the last several of which were texts from Mina.

still time for you to come out!

lots of hot guys here tonight, what mamoru doesn’t know can’t hurt him ;) ;) ;)

kidding, of course. i miss you!

Usagi turned her phone over and curled her body back around Chibiusa. Apart from a scrunch of her little eyebrows, she seemed undisturbed by the growing ruckus outside. Usagi put a hand on her tummy anyway, just in case she needed some comfort. 

She could have gone out with everyone, even with a six month old. There was generally little they did all together that couldn’t accommodate a baby. There wouldn’t have been any fuss if she’d asked for it. Last year’s party at Haruka and Michiru’s house had even been alcohol free, just because she couldn’t drink. It had seemed like everything might have been okay then-- it was the first year they rung in in peace, Usagi was pregnant with their promised princess, and if their powers had deserted them and the crystal towers of Serenity’s palace had yet to rise, that couldn’t compare to the hope that lit up Usagi’s heart the same as the fireworks lit up the sky.

But like the fireworks, it was short lived.

Usagi shifted her arm under her head. She’d read in a book-- she’d tried very hard to read a great many books before Chibiusa was born-- that you weren’t supposed to let a baby sleep in bed with you, but she hadn’t been able to stick to it. A bed was so large if you slept alone. But she’d done what she could to be safe. No pillows. A blanket only for her feet, because even in socks they got so cold. She wore layers of sweaters to bed. Sometimes when she woke up she was drenched in sweat beneath them, but always when she woke up Chibiusa was breathing. It was a fair trade.

And she hadn’t done it the first few months. Newborn Chibiusa had slept in her crib beside the bed, though Usagi probably didn’t deserve credit for that because she’d had Mamoru in bed with her then. It had been easier-- not easy but easier-- to leave Chibiusa where she was supposed to be. It was only around the four month mark that he’d sat on the edge of that very same bed they’d shared and said “I feel like we’ve played our roles and run out of script.” His voice was so low that she almost hadn’t heard, that she knew he hadn’t meant to say it out loud at all, but it had been the end of it all the same. She’d asked him to leave. She hadn’t told the others yet. She didn’t need to give them the idea before they came to it on their own.

She ran her hand softly along Chibiusa’s face, then through her hair. Her straight, dark hair that shone red-brown in sunlight but otherwise had no hint bubblegum pink. That had been the proof. They weren’t in the future they thought they were fighting for. The future Mamoru and the others had signed on for.

There was another crackle and a bang. The room lit up for a few seconds before dropping back into its long shadows. Usagi wished they would stop. What was there to celebrate? If last year had been the first year without war, this was the first year without hope. The first year where everyone would know there was nothing keeping them tied to Usagi. The first year Usagi was bringing in alone, or very nearly.

Her phone buzzed again and she didn’t bother to look what it was. Everyone had their own things to do, and even as they made a show of trying to bring her in, they were still off doing them. And that was better. She’d never meant to trap anyone, however much she wanted them to stay. She was never like Serenity in that way. Maybe that was why she no longer was Serenity.

She tried to make herself sleep instead of thinking. It had always been such an easy thing, but even that was different now. Always exhausted, hardly able to sleep-- was she even Usagi still? Was she anything? What was left of her that hadn’t faded alongside her powers?

More bangs, one after the other, bounced against her ears to join the cacophony of thoughts between them. It took her a long moment to realize the noise was not paired with the flashing lights of more fireworks. Usagi shot up. Someone was at the door, pounding their fists against it by the sound of it. She hesitated for a moment over Chibiusa-- she was sleeping so well, even moving her over to the crib seemed cruel. She kissed her cheek and left her there, willing her with all her might to stay still.

Usagi threw a robe over her pajamas and hurried to the door as the knocking grew somehow more insistent. She didn’t yell that she was coming for fear of waking Chibiusa. Whoever was at the door didn’t seem to have the same concern.

“Usagi! I know you’re in there. I will break down this door if you don’t open it right--”

Rei stopped short as Usagi flung the front door open. “Shhh! Chibiusa is asleep.”

“Sorry, sorry. You weren’t coming.”

This was the part, Usagi knew, where she was supposed to snap back that she was, and comment about Rei’s impatience or whine about how unfair she was or make some sort of production, but she didn’t have the heart or the energy. A beat passed in silence. Rei frowned.

“I decided,” she said as she stepped inside and shrugged off her coat, “That we can’t bring in the New Year like this.”

“Like what?”

Rei looked her in the eye, still all fire even without Mars. “Don’t like what me. You’re hiding away here when you should be with me. With us, all of us.”

“I have to take care of Chibiusa.”

“So? We love her. Or let her stay with Mamoru, wherever he’s living now.”

Usagi’s stomach dropped. Rei wasn’t supposed to know, no one was supposed to know. It was her most awful secret. She didn’t know if she felt angry or sad or relieved that it was out, maybe all three, or nothing at all, or--

A soft thump from the back of the house broke her train of thought. “No, no!” she hissed, running back to the bedroom as Chibiusa began to wail. The mattress was not spectacularly thick, the fall to the ground was only a matter of inches, but still. Inches could be enough, and then Usagi would have nothing, nothing left at all. She scooped Chibiusa into her arms. The little girl quieted immediately. She looked fine, not so much as a red mark anywhere she might have hit the ground, no blood, no bruises. Startled, probably. That was all. Usagi held her tight anyway.

“What the fuck is going on in here?”

Haven’t you heard of privacy? A Usagi who no longer existed snapped from deep within the Usagi who did’s head. “It’s safer this way. If she’s not in the crib. It’s safer like this.”

She watched Rei take it in, the mattress on the floor next to the bed frame, the lack of pillows, the singular blanket, Chibiusa’s crib gathering dust in the corner. “Usagi… what are you doing?”

What does it look like? and What I have to, and What are you doing, Rei? sounded in the back of her mind, but Usagi only shrugged.

“We’ve been waiting for you to say something, anything. Mako thinks you need time, but god, Usagi, how much time could you need?” She put her hands on her hips, readying for a fight Usagi didn’t have in her. “I’m not starting a year with you lying to us.”

“I didn’t lie.”

“Like hel--” She looked at Chibiusa, face dipping towards sheepish before hardening again. “Like heck you didn’t! There have been three times you’ve said Mamoru was here when he--”

“Rei. What does it matter?”

Rei’s jack went slack. She mouthed through several silent words, through surprise and anger and emotions too quick for Usagi to catch. ���We’re your friends.”

“For how much longer?”

“What?” Rei looked furious enough that she might have slapped Usagi if she weren’t holding a baby. 

Usagi held Chibiusa a little tighter. “It’s over Rei. I’m not Serenity, you don’t have to stay.”

“Have to-- after everything, you think-- over?” Rei stopped her foot and turned out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Chibiusa began wailing again.

Usagi rocked back and forth to try and calm her down, but not thirty second later Rei banged her way back in. “You’re unbelievable.”

“You’re scaring her.”

Somehow, Rei thought the correct response was to pluck Chibiusa out of Usagi’s arms. Infuriatingly, it worked. Rei bounced Chibiusa against her shoulder and Chibiusa stopped crying in favor or yanking on a hunk of Rei’s hair. “I’m not going anywhere, and neither is anyone else.” The anger in her tone was undercut with the cooing voice she took on when speaking to Chibiusa. “After everything we’ve been through--”

“After everything, this isn’t even the future you were fighting for!” Usagi felt might cry, not the big wails that used to bring her comfort but the awful, hopeless tears that left her dry and exhausted-- more exhausted-- in the aftermath. “All that, and now it’s just… this. You were promised a different world, and I couldn’t give it to you. I messed it up somehow. Of course I did. Of course, stupid Usagi... but now you don’t have to be stuck with me. You can just live your life, you don’t have to ruin it anymore.” 

“Usagi…” Rei gently placed Chibiusa in her crib and grabbed Usagi into a hug. “That’s not how it is at all.”

Usagi started crying in earnest, glad she could hide her face in Rei’s chest. “You don’t have to pretend--”

“Cut that out,” Rei barked, but she stroked Usagi’s hair with all the same tenderness she’d shown Chibiusa. “I’m not your friend because of the Moon Kingdom. That’s why we met, but that’s not why I’m here now.”

“It’s not?” Usagi hiccuped.

“I’m here for you. And god, I never wanted-- Crystal Tokyo scared the shit out of me, and I know I’m not the only one. When it started to look like things would just be normal, it was a relief.”

“But…” Usagi couldn’t think of how she wanted to protest. It didn’t sound like it could be true. Crystal Tokyo had seemed cold and severe, but it was the good future, wasn’t it? Wasn’t it what everyone wanted?

Rei pulled away to look Usagi in the eye. “If I had a choice, this is the future I’d pick. Except--” she pressed her knuckles against Usagi’s head. “I’d change it so you don’t try and hide everything.”

“I thought if you knew, you’d leave, too.” Usagi stared at the ground.

“Stupid.”

“I am.”

Rei flicked her nose. “Shut up. Help me get this mattress back where it belongs.”

Usagi helped her-- or tried to, by some measure-- hoist it back on the bed frame, and then before she could protest Rei had found pillows and blankets to pile on top of it. She climbed in and gestured for Usagi to join her.

“You’re not doing this alone, even if you want to.” Rei put her arms around her. “You’d have to move far away and change your name to get rid of us, and even then I’d probably still find you.”

Usagi laughed despite herself. “Probably.”

“Let us help you. Let me help you.” Rei brushed some hair off her face. “You look exhausted.”

“I am exhausted.”

“Go to sleep, then.”

Usagi wanted to tell Rei it wasn’t that easy, but the next thing she knew she was roused by the pop and crackle of more fireworks. Her head was still on Rei’s chest, and something warm pressed against her back. Ami curled against her on the silver of open bed space. Flashes of light illuminated Mako and Mina sprawled on the floor. Usagi swallowed a sob, but it tasted like warmth instead of despair. She closed her eyes again as the fireworks escalated to their finale outside, feeling a small sparkle of hope begin to bloom again in her chest. The new year, their whole new future, had arrived, and she wasn’t facing it on her own.

[historyofshipping]

The 100 Disturbances in the Force (a Bellarke/Reylo AU/crossover/something)

A/N Fuck JJ Abrams and Jason Rothenberg. I’m fixing this shit in the only way I know how. I am not a fiction writer, I’m just really pissed off so this is happening.

We’re diverging from shortly after Ben’s "death” in TROS and shortly after Clarke’s left alone after everyone’s transcendence when she’s back on earth. I have not actually watched the last episode and I don’t even care. So whatever I get wrong about the setting, just go with it. JJ and JR had no logical consistency so I don’t have to either.

Also Picasso transcended because all dogs go to heaven. Fuck you, JRoth.

[tw: a bit of suicidal thoughts but nothing explicit]

I haven’t even reread this. It’s almost 2 AM I’m posting without any fixing just to see if anyone likes the idea and if I should keep going with it. 🤷🏻‍♀️

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As Clarke looked out over the earth, she can’t help but think back to her words from so long ago. It’s like we were never here. 

Then reality begins to sink in. 

She’s alone. 

Again. 

But this time no one is coming back. There’s no one above or below her - they’re just… gone. 

Feeling completely numb, she heads down into the bunker. She’s tired… she’s just so, so tired. Maybe she’ll go to sleep and never wake up. Maybe she’ll wake up and it’ll all have been a dream.  

Either way she’ll find out in the morning. Or night. Or whenever she wakes up. 

As she heads into the bunker, she finds something unexpected -  a Bardoan helmet. Putting in on, she laughs as she realizes it still works. What’s the point? she thinks No one’s out there to find. 

But something in the back of her mind whispers that she needs to take it.

Collapsing into the first thing that resembles a bed, she falls into a dreamless sleep. 

When she wakes up, it dawns on her that this isn’t a dream. This is her life now.

Damnit. It was real. It was all real.

That stupid helmet stares at her, almost as if it’s mocking her. You can go wherever you want! But you’re alone in the universe. 

Putting it on, she notices a planet that she’d never seen before. It was… unmarked, but that little voice she heard before told her that that was where she needed to go. 

Why the hell not? What do I have to lose?

And just like that, the anomaly opened and she practically leapt through. 

This wasn’t like the other trips. Before, it had felt like stepping into one doorway and out another. This… this felt like she had stepped out of a doorway and into an ocean - only one she could breathe in. It was almost peaceful, until suddenly it felt like her body was being violently ripped apart. Then, she really IS falling. 

THUMP. 

What the fuck?

The anomaly had dropped her face first into ground - cracking the helmet and leaving it broken. Fuck, fuck, fuck. 

Ripping off the helmet, she tried to get her bearings. She wasn’t hurt, exactly - well, nothing she couldn’t handle. But now she was stuck here - wherever here was. 

Where the hell am I? Nakara? No.. no mountains. 

Then suddenly she hears it - a voice. Be with me. Be with me. Be with me. 

Clarke is sure she’s dead or unconscious now. The voice sounded human, but there were no humans left. She was the last of the human race. 

Oh, the irony. 

Be with me. Be with me.

Yes, it was definitely a human voice. Young, broken - the sound far too familiar for Clarke’s ears. Maybe this is one last sick joke from Bardo. 

Walking towards the voice, she finds a young brunette in odd unusual clothing clutching a black sweater and sobbing. 

“Hello?” Clarke called out rather quietly, not wanting to scare her. It didn’t work. 

Out of nowhere, the girl - woman? - leapt to her feet and pulled something out that immediately began to glow and hiss. 

What the actual FUCK is that? 

Clarke knew danger even if she didn’t know what the hell the woman was holding. 

Who are you? the woman - Clarke thought they must’ve been around the same age - yelled at her. 

Does she… have a British accent? What the hell kind of fever dream is this? 

“My name is Clarke. Please, I mean you no harm. What’s your name?”

The woman’s face scrunched slightly, like she was concentrating, and Clarke began to feel something poke at her brain. What? But the woman began to relax so Clarke didn’t question it. 

I’m Rey. Who are you here with? Where are you from? 

“No one. I’m from Earth and I’m alone… everyone I love is gone. I’m — I’m alone.” It’s the first time she’s said the words out loud and her voice breaks as the reality of everything crashes over her. She won’t break. Clarke Griffin doesn’t break. 

Never heard of Earth. Rey puts away her weapon - seriously, what the fuck WAS that thing? - and visibly relaxes.

How did you get here? When did you get here? You feel… strange in the force. Like you don’t belong here. 

“The force? What? I… uh… came through the anomaly. It’s a long story.” Clarke doesn’t even know where to begin, and luckily Rey seems to believe her. Holding up the helmet, Clarke explains as best as she can that it’s a computer that opens up a rift in space that people can travel through. It sounded ridiculous, even to her ears. 

“But the helmet’s broken now so I’m kind of… stuck here.” 

I might be able to help you fix it if you like. 

Clarke’s immediate reaction is relief, but when she thinks about it - what is there to return to? Everyone she knows is gone. Every single one. 

“Like I said, everyone I’ve ever loved is gone. There’s nothing for me to go back to.” 

I know the feeling. Come on, you can come with me. It’ll be cramped but better than staying here. 

Clarke just nods. Maybe this is a dream. Maybe it’s death. Maybe it’s just more of the test. Either way, she was too numb to do anything other than play along. 

Clarke watches as Rey gathers up the clothes. Huh. It’s not just the sweater… it’s a whole outfit. That’s strange. Rey clings to the clothes like they’re the most precious things in the universe. 

Maybe they are. Something about holding them makes Rey look smaller - younger, more vulnerable.

I — Clarke cuts her off once she’s visibly struggling for words. 

“It’s OK. You don’t have to tell me. I know what it’s like to lose someone.”

Ok, let’s go. And with that, Rey begins to walk away. 

Clarke doesn’t bother to question where they’re going. Anywhere has to be better than where she’s coming from. 

A few minutes later, they come across what looks like a small airplane. She’d seen these in older films and always kind of wondered what it would be like to fly in one.

Rey motions for her to climb in. She wasn’t lying - this is clearly a ship built for one person; but, they make it work.

I’m not… I’m not sure where to go. I don’t have a home anywhere and the only person I loved is gone. 

“I know the feeling…” 

Rey seems to get an idea and punches a code into a panel with symbols Clarke can’t even begin to understand. 

Ready? 

Clarke nods and off they go. 

[sugarsugarmoon]

Clean Sheets

Summary: Jungkook does laundry, and you just love the feeling of clean sheets.

Genre: smut/pwp, fluff

Warnings: fingering, unprotected sex (it’s an established relationship), cum play, domestic!Jungkook

a/n: this really, truly was just meant to be fluff when I started. I wrote this for @cheba-o for the last day of Four Days of Floof, but the floof is also smut...idk. I lost control. I listened to “Lust for Life” by Lana Del Rey and The Weeknd the whole time I was writing this. I don’t know what to do with my hands. No one touch me; I’m soft. I didn’t post this last night bc I had to many emotions from SUGA’s Interlude.

Word count: 2127

Before you open your eyes, you smell the familiar, comforting smell of fabric softener and dryer sheets. It wafts gently into your nose and tickles your senses awake. You slowly blink your eyes open, realizing that the weird situation you’d just been in with Jungkook in Las Vegas was actually just a dream. You feel a little bit disappointed because that man looks good glammed up, slut dropping to Lizzo, but you feel your heart warming with memories as you smell the laundry in the air.

Your boyfriend, Jungkook, often took care of washing and drying the laundry, making sure to read the labels and taking better care of your stuff than you did. Then, together, you would fold the clothes from the dryer and put them in their homes in your closets. Both of you had been pretty busy lately, so you hadn’t had time to do the laundry together. You each just washed the clothes that you needed for yourselves, occasionally throwing in a towel or a pillowcase to wash with your clothes.

You lie on the couch for a moment, eyes closed again, taking deep breaths and picturing Jungkook’s sweet smile spreading across his face in slow motion, like a movie. While you’re lost in your mind, a hand caresses your arm. You jump from the unexpected contact and, standing above you, is the same sweet face you saw in behind your eyes. You flash him a sleepy smile, and he leans in to press a faint kiss to your forehead.

“Are you awake?” he asks as he rubs his fingertips up and down your arm.

“Mhm,” you nod and stretch.

“Would you mind helping me put away the laundry?” he asks sheepishly. “It’s still all warm and fluffy.”

You push yourself up off the couch, groaning a little as you do it. “Yep. Let’s get this bread,” you say in a slightly mocking tone, imitating him.

You and Jungkook make quick work of the laundry, hanging and folding swiftly. He pulls out the large fitted sheet that goes on your bed and hands you a corner. Together, you pull the fabric taut over the mattress.

Once the sheet is on, you slide your hands over the smooth cotton and continue sliding until you are lying on the bed. You roll over and look up at Jungkook. “Come cuddle with me,” you whine, sticking your bottom lip out dramatically. “I miss you. I’m needyyyyy.”

He chuckles and shakes his head to himself, but he, nonetheless, takes up the real estate on the bed behind you. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls your body flush to his.

“Did you have a good nap?” he whispers against your ear, hot breath tickling your neck.

“I did. You should wear silky teal shirts and the tightest pants in the world all the time. Your ass looked so good in my dream,” you giggle, turning your head to place little kisses on his cheek.

You turn your body and snake your arm around him and squeeze his butt. He jumps a little, leaning away from your pinch. You don’t even see his hand move, just the flash, and he has a hold of your wrist. 

He yanks your hand away from his backside and presses it into the mattress above your head. You wriggle a little, and then you take your other arm and try to slip it between him and the mattress to squeeze him from the other side. He pushes himself up on his knees, grabs your other wrist, and presses it above your head too.

He’s giving you a sly little smirk, and he leans in, hovering above your lips. He’s so close to you that you can almost taste his breath. You feel it on your lips and on your tongue when you slightly part your lips.

You both stay there, millimeters apart, staring into each other’s eyes. There is a glint of mischief and deep affection in Jungkook’s eyes as his eyes devour every feature of your face. Eventually, he is just staring at your mouth. You look down at his, following the curve of his upper lip into his cupid’s bow. After what seems like twenty minutes of staring at each other’s mouths, you finally lean up and press your lips to his.

As soon as your mouth is on his, Jungkook presses his body into yours, moving with hunger. He takes both of your wrists in one hand, keeping them above your head and brings his other hand to the hem of your t-shirt, adeptly slipping his long fingers underneath. His fingers ghost over the skin on your stomach and twitch slightly as he runs them over the swell of your breasts beneath your bra. 

His dick is starting to stiffen against his jeans, and you can feel it against you as he presses into you, continuing to furiously kiss your swollen lips. You push your tongue into his mouth and try to wiggle your hands free from his grasp. He pulls back and lets out a dry laugh as your twist your hands and whispers, “What do you want, jagi?”

“I want to touch you. Let me touch you,” you say, a little more desperately than you thought it was going to come out.

“Can I touch you too?” he asks, and you melt a little bit.

You nod, and he moves his hand from your wrists down to your cheek. He holds it there for a second, staring into your eyes, and you feel yourself bubbling over with affection and desire. You want him right now and feel like you’re going to catch on fire if you can’t touch him right now. You smash your mouth against his and kiss him feverishly. You wrap one hand around his neck, and you let the other roam his broad chest and his firm stomach.

You run your hand through his hair while he lets his hand explore your breasts underneath your shirt. He has pushed your bra up, and he teases your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. 

“Lay down,” you say in a hoarse whisper.

He climbs off of you, peels his shirt over his head, tosses it aside, and presses his bare back into the clean sheets. You discard your shirt and bra and straddle his hips. You run both of your hands over his chest, then lean down to press your lips along the curve of his collar bone. You bite at the skin and then suck hard to leave purple blossoms on his skin. He moans and bucks his hips up into you. You pull back away from the marks you just left, tilting your head, admiring your work.

He has his hands on your chest again, kneading the flesh a little harshly. He is eager with need, and his hard dick pressing against you, even through both of your jeans, tells you that he is as needy for you as you are for him.

“Kookie…” you say as you bring your hands to his, “touch me.” Even though he’s already touching you, he knows what you mean. He fumbles with the button of your pants, and you are too impatient to wait. You hop out of his lap and wiggle out of your jeans, kicking them off your ankles when they get stuck.

When you look back at Jungkook, he has his pants off too, hard cock straining the cotton of his boxer briefs. You clamber back into his lap and grind down against his clothed length. He sucks in air through his teeth, and you let out a small moan. As he dances his fingers along the seam of your underwear, you brace both of your hands against his chest.

He pushes your panties to the side, and, with his thumb, he begins to trace figure eights on your clit while his index finger slides through your arousal to your entrance. He looks up from your pussy to look you in the eye as he pushes his finger inside of you. You let out another moan, and your hips involuntarily grind against him.

His thumb is working unforgiving, slow, steady circles around your clit, and you feel your stomach tightening, filling with warmth that spreads up into your chest. Your face feels like it’s on fire.

“Jungkookie, I need you inside me,” you whimper, as he continues to curl his finger inside you. He nods his head and hesitantly withdraws his hand. You lean slightly forward and push his underwear down his thighs. 

You roll your hips and grind into his cock that’s standing at attention. You feel your clit hit the head of his dick, and you grind again to recreate the sensation, sliding yourself up and down his dick, making him slick as you chase your orgasm. 

Jungkook has his head thrown back, fingers digging into your thighs. “Babe,” he barely manages to get out in his voice hoarse voice, and then he lets out a deep, chesty moan.

At his almost pleading tone, you raise up and align him with your entrance, his head already slick from your ministrations. You sink down onto him. He fills you up, and you wince a little bit at the stretch. You have to lift up again and sink down slowly to adjust to him. Once he’s buried inside you, he leans up and places a deep open mouthed kiss on the upper swell of your breast, and, when you roll your hip, he bits down hard on the skin, sucking it into his mouth.

“Jungkook, I wanna cum,” you say in a pleading tone.

He thrusts his hips up into you matching the pace of you rolling into him, the motion friction on your clit against his pubic bone. He throws his head back again, pressing his eyes closed hard. At the sight of him under you, deep in the throes of pleasure, you tumble over the edge of your orgasm. Your whole body fills with warmth as your pussy clenches around him. You moan loud throaty moans, chest falling against Jungkook’s. He continues to thrust into you as you ride out your high.

“Fuck,” you mutter against his neck. You take his ear lobe between your teeth and then run your tongue along his bruised collar bone.

“Where do you want me to cum?” he asks as you feel his hips begin to stutter. You purposely clench around him, and he barely whispers fuck.

“Cum on my tits, baby,” you pant, still catching your breath.

He pulls out of you and flips you, so you are lying on the mattress. He positions himself above you, eyes almost completely black, hair messy, skin covered in your marks. He looks heavenly, and you want to kiss him and fuck him every single second for the rest of your life.

He has his cock in his tattooed hand, and his left hand comes up to your cheek as he strokes himself. “You’re so beautiful,” he pants as he brings his hand into your hair. “I love you so much.”

Then his grip tightens in your hair, his stomach muscles tighten, his balls contract, and you see that he is going to cum.

“I love you too. Cum for me,” you rasp sensuously.

He pumps his cock fast two more times and ruts his hips into his hand, and then he is coming on your tits, some getting in your hair, some missing you completely and falling on the sheet beneath you. His hand begins to still as he loosens his grip on your hair.

When his eyes focus, he looks at the mess that he’s made on your skin and in your hair.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. I thought my aim was better than that. I just came so hard that I had no control.”

You assure him it’s okay, as you grab a tissue from the box on the nightstand and clean yourself as best as you can without a shower.

“It’s okay,” you assure him. “Come over here and cuddle with me.”

He scoots closer to you, this time positioning his back toward you. You take the position of the big spoon and wrap your arm around his narrow waist. You feel your eyes starting to pull shut and your breathing deepening.

“Oh dammit!” you hear from next to you, and you jump, startled.

“What is it, baby?” you asked, truly concerned.

“I came on our clean sheets,” Jungkook says exasperated.

You just chuckle. “We’ll just wash them again,” you mutter. “Well...maybe after one more time.”

You hear the smile spread across his face and press your face into the pert muscles between his shoulders, placing tender kisses along his skin.

[babbushka]

Each Eye (7/8)

Kylo was the most feared boss in the entirety of New York City. They said that the crime families were no more, that they had disappeared with the end of an era. You knew it wasn’t true, you saw first hand. The families didn’t disappear, they simply went underground, adapted.

Lucky for you, your man, and your family, no one could ever get rid of crime. Not really.

Mob Boss!Kylo Ren x Reader

5.8k ; Warnings: Graphic Descriptions of Violence, Blood, Gore, Murder

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The tea you had chosen was a five course, three hour affair. You had figured that would be plenty of time to charm and chat, to catch up and gossip like normal people do. It was what everyone around you was doing, at the very least.

The Turkish afternoon set was very charming, and reminded you of all the wonderful memories you had with Kylo, going abroad to the gorgeous vacation home in Turkey that he owned. He had properties all over the world, but that was definitely one of your favorites, and it made the afternoon much more enjoyable.

The tea itself was brought out in a golden camel teapot, which you thought was only a little tacky, in that way that overly luxurious places tended to be. In addition to the tea though, there was a rosewater lemonade that was brought out with the first course.

Since it was only the first, the portions were small, but you didn’t care too much. You knew you’d be full by the end of it. Dried fruits and nuts decorated a golden tray, and you were careful to clean your teeth of the dried apricots and figs when you asked,

“NYU or Columbia?”

Rey hadn’t been expecting that question, clearly, if the way she coughed around the sweet walnuts was anything to go by.

“I’m sorry?” She asked, soothing her throat with some of the tea, the Dunes de Sahara that she was currently on her second cup of.

“Tax law, isn’t it? Are you at NYU or Columbia?” You clarified, really wondering if there would ever be an instance that she would just use her own context clues so you wouldn’t have to go repeating yourself all the time.

“Oh, Columbia.” She replied, dabbing her mouth with the linen cloth and reaching for the dried dates.

“You have a full schedule, I’m assuming.” You nodded, and she sighed.

“Yes. It’s very, pardon my pun, taxing.” Rey chuckled slightly at her own joke. If you weren’t so suspicious of her, then you might’ve laughed too. “I’m enrolled in the maximum amount of classes, currently. Although the drop period hasn’t passed yet, so I might lighten the load a little, depending.”

There was no way you could envision her dropping a class normally – you knew how she had been in high school when you both attended together. You saw how she took on more classes than anyone else, more after-school extracurriculars, more clubs.

Her dropping a class was only more reason to believe that she was doing something, something that was going to cause another schism in the family, something that was going to start another war – and you had proof.

You only needed her to admit it.

“Well then I am extra glad that this worked out. I wouldn’t want to keep you from your studies for too long, but it’s been a while since we’ve spent time together.” You commented.

“I don’t think I’ve actually ever spent time with you like this.” Rey said quietly, “The two of us alone, I mean.”

You both knew why, you knew. It wasn’t hard to guess, what with the way she had gone after her brother, what with the way she was so hell bent on killing him, that night so many years ago.

You took a sip of your tea, and smiled falsely at the waiter when they removed the golden tray of the first course, and replaced it with the second.

On top of a crystal dish were filo puff pastries filled with lamb and feta cheese, pistachio finger-cakes, and crackers with dates.

“Kylo’s very protective, isn’t he. When I went to Columbia he enrolled in all the same classes just to put himself at ease.” You said, reaching for one of the pastries, placing it on your pretty plate and using the polished silverware to cut into it.

“You’re an alumnus?” Rey’s hand froze as she reached for her own pastry, and you smiled.

“Of course, didn’t you know?” You asked, paying her body language no visible mind, “Spent quite a lot of time in Arthur W. Diamond.”

“Me too, there and the library.” Rey said, and you did glance up at her then.

“That is the library.” You blinked, watching.

She knew, you could tell she knew, that she was fucked.

You only were trying to prove a point. She knew that too.

“Oh, yeah, right, that’s what I meant.” She said unconvincingly, busying herself with the pastry, cutting it into many pieces of exactly the same size and shape, a nervous habit.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to go back and get a secondary degree, maybe another masters, I don’t know. Is Professor Carmichael still there? I loved taking classes that professor taught, we became good friends.” You asked, luring her into a trap.

“He is! I see him in the hallways sometimes.” Rey nodded enthusiastically, “I’ll ask and see if he remembers you.”

Professor Carmichael died two years ago, you and Kylo had gone to the funeral.

But she didn’t need to know that.

“That would be wonderful! You could ask after you visit the deli.” You said, pleased with yourself for this little segue.

 Rey’s hands went deathly still.  

 She was frozen for some time, you only watching her, only taking in her posture and the way her pulse jumped in her throat. You wondered what it must be like, to be prey.

“I don’t know what you mean.” Rey blinked, and oh how funny it was, to watch her immediately tense up.

To watch her lie.

“Don’t you frequent the Hamilton deli, on Amsterdam Avenue?” You asked, picking up your phone which had been resting on the table.

Her eyes zeroed in on the phone, and you could tell she was suspicious, could tell she was already thinking that you were using it to record her. She didn’t need to know that Kylo’s phone was safely tucked away in your purse, microphone facing her through the thin fabric.

“No, I’ve never been there before.” She lied.

You didn’t even need to use your years and years of observational skills to tell, didn’t even need to look at her to tell she was lying, because you were sifting through your screenshots in the cell phone gallery, looking for one piece of incriminating evidence.

“That’s funny because this is a reply text message from your cell phone number, to an unsaved number. It says, ’I'm busy that weekend. Let’s meet on Monday, our usual spot on Amsterdam.” You said, finally finding it, turning the phone screen to face her, “Or, am I mistaken?”

“How did you get that?” She asked, defensive. So defensive.

She knew she was fucked, why did she bother making this more difficult than it already needed to be?

“A little birdie sent it my way.” You replied.

It was easy to forget, you figured, that your family had connections with all the crooked cops in the city. It was easy to forget that there were people who sent in reports, people who made back alley deals, people who took bribes and offered them to the mob. Cops weren’t all squeaky clean and sunshine the way the mayor was painting them, the way some of these bootlickers were painting them.

No, they were just as slimy and grimy and corrupt as anyone else – maybe even more so.

 It was a cop who sent you that screenshot.

Which meant it was a cop that Rey had spoken to.  

 “So you do visit the deli.” You asked again, and this time, this time Rey had no choice but to play along, unless she was stupid.

She may have been a moron, but she wasn’t stupid.

“Yes.” Rey finally said, taking another big sip of her tea.

“Regularly.” You said, no longer a question.

“What’s this about?” Rey’s eyes narrowed, that squirrely fear of her giving way to the frustration of being caught.

You shrugged, putting the phone away, tucking it into your pocket. Rey followed the movement carefully, and part of you wondered if she thought you were going to pull out a gun and kill her right there. You could, of course, but you wouldn’t. For what she had done, what she was doing, she was in for something far more gruesome.

Today was only a warning.

You took a sip of the lemonade.

“I wonder who you meet there.” You said, nonchalant.

“Just some friends.” Rey replied.

The waiter decided that that was the best time to come in and clear away the plates, to exchange the pretty crystal dish for a three-tiered tray of stirling silver.

This was the course you were most looking forward to, if you were being honest. The top tier of the tray held a sunflower fennel Turkish bagel, the second tray had chicken pastilla, and a fun variety of dips, and the bottom tray had an assortment of things to go with the bagel. You immediately went straight for the apricot saffron jam, and watched as Rey tried her best to keep her hands from shaking as she served herself some baba ghanoush.  

“It must be very good food, or they must be very good friends, for you to regularly take time out of your very full schedule.” You said.

“It’s not so busy.” She replied, and you raised a brow.

“You just said you’re taking the maximum amount of classes.” You challenged, and she blinked rapidly, trying to backtrack.

“I meant it’s not so busy right now, at this point in the semester.” She lied, “We help each other study.”

“I didn’t think someone so bright would need help studying.” You mused, taking a crisp crunchy bite out of the pastilla.

Rey must have been at her tipping point, because her jaw was clenched and her fists were tight on the silverware she held. You had a fleeting thought that she would lunge at you from across the table, the knife in her hand particularly tense.

“I don’t like what you’re implying.” She hissed instead, and you raised an eyebrow.

“What am I implying?” You asked, which she didn’t seem to appreciate too much.

“That I’m cavorting with people.” She tried to keep her voice down as to not draw attention to herself, although her temper and that firey sprit that always reminded you so much of her late grandfather, wanted otherwise.

“Are you?” You asked evenly, hoping she’ll just get over with it and fess up.

“No.” She lied instead, and you cocked your head.

“Then why was that your first impulse I wonder?” You hummed, taking a sip of the tea.

“I’m used to people accusing me of things I didn’t do.” Rey said and you almost wanted to laugh out loud.

“Who’s throwing out accusations?” You said instead, your own attitude starting to become a little snippy, starting to become a little more sharp around the edges. “I just think it’s interesting that you make such an effort to meet your new friends. You don’t even take the time to properly control your slice of the city which you so desperately want to keep. I wonder if Gwen knows.”

“Why should she?” Rey scoffed, making you shrug.

“Keeping secrets isn’t the best way to maintain a healthy relationship.” You said.

“No one in this family would know a healthy relationship if it bit them in the ass.” She countered.

That caught you off guard a little, and you did have to admit it was funny. You chuckled a bit into the teacup, careful not to let the short burst of air blow too much of the steam away.

“Probably not.” You replied, before once again repeating yourself, “So which is it?”

“What?” Rey asked, and part of you wanted to strangle her right then and there.

“Is the food good, or are the “friends” good?” You asked.

“The food’s pretty fucking good.” Rey admitted.

“I’ve only been there one time, do you know what I ordered?” You asked, smiling as you wiped the corner of your mouth, as you finished your Turkish bagel and cracked the joints in your neck, your knuckles.

“Do tell.” Rey said, sarcastically and through gritted teeth.

“The N.Y.P.D.” You said easily, so easily, watching as the color drained from her face.

It was an expression you had only seen on her once before.

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You’re seething, eyes red-rimmed, blood staining your chin, your cheeks. Fury raged through you as you blinked away the hot stinging tears in your eyes, exhausted and overwhelmed and far too keyed up all at the same time.

You were hunting, hunting him down. On your way to rip him apart limb from limb, on your way to gouge out his eyes and yank his heart straight out of his throat.

Snoke.

The man who had ordered your beloved to kill his father, which he had done! Which he had done so well, so deservingly – it hadn’t been enough. Not enough for Snoke, not enough for him who lured him into a trap for his sister to strike him down. The wretched old man, the monster who had taken your Kylo away from you, who had warped and twisted him into a puppet who had to obey.

Well, he didn’t have to obey any longer, not anymore.

Kylo was passed out, blacked out in your bed. You had found him had saved him, had sewn the chasm of his face back together with ugly fucked up stitches because you didn’t know how to do any better, you didn’t know. You had never done anything like this before, had never even seen it done. Nothing but sheer force and willpower had pushed your fingers forward, nothing but blind determination and fear had given you any sense of calm.

Were you calm?

You left him in your bed, stole his keys, and were now flying down the roads. Adrenaline is pounding through your veins, blood in your ears as it rushes behind your temple. You’re speeding, your foot slammed on the gas pedal as you rip through the streets of some small Jersey city. The address in Kylo’s GPS, in Kylo’s car, was leading you to him, to the biggest, meanest boss on the East coast.

You didn’t have anything, nothing to fight him with, nothing to kill him with. But you’re too angry, too furious, too filled with rage to stop yourself from going after him.

You don’t even know how you get there, when the GPS concludes, when you’re slamming the brakes and parking the car, turning it off. You don’t know how long it took, don’t know where you are. All you know is that somewhere inside a shitty warehouse, dilapidated and crumbling, is the man who sent your Kylo to die.

On the wall of the warehouse, in the very first room you creep into, there’s an axe in a glass case. Without thinking, you punch through the glass, send it shattering, send the alarm ringing blaring screaming. The lights flash, and the siren is so loud, and you yank the axe out from the small case, hold it in your hands.

You’re deranged. You don’t know how many men you cut down, on your way to Snoke.

There were rumors about it, rumors of the massacre, the way you had taken on a team of people. All his guards came pouring in, swarming from the depths of the warehouse with their big guns and their poor aim. Maybe if Snoke hadn’t sent Kylo away, hadn’t betrayed him, then he’d still have his attack dogs.

Now he didn’t have anything at all.

It was that night, that you knew how Kylo felt. How he got so out of it, in a trance, when he killed. You had never felt like that before, had never heard the sick crunch of bone as the heavy blade of the axe swung through it, had never heard the screams of someone as their light faded from their eyes.

The screams were muffled by the alarms, the slip and slide of their blood illuminated by the flashing lights, but you didn’t care, you could hear see feel smell it anyway. You were in a frenzy, like a shark hunting for blood.

You were hungry for it, hungry for the death you inflicted.

They had hurt him, had lured him into a trap where his own death was the only outcome, where the dominos would tip and he would fall. They didn’t know he was alive, they didn’t know he was fighting the reaper tooth and nail underneath your expensive satin sheets in your childhood bedroom, they didn’t know he was going to make it.

They wouldn’t make it.

Your muscles are burning by the time you’ve cut them all down, chops of your axe to their limbs, their necks. You’ve been shot, you had to have been, there’s no way you haven’t been, with how many they were. But you can’t feel it, can’t feel if there’s a bullet lodged in you somewhere.

You can’t die yet, you reason. If you die, you’re taking Snoke with you.

You can’t die until you get to Snoke.

The warehouse is like a maze, one large and winding thing, metal walls and grey floors, lights that bounce around off the rusting shelves and grates. You open unlocked doors, kick down locked ones, try your best not to scream as you cry, as you sob. You can’t stop crying, fear gripping your chest, squeezing at your heart as you try try try every door you come across, axe bloody and dripping on the cement in your wake.

You think of him, of Kylo. Of the man you love so desperately. You had never told him, hadn’t told him before that night, before only an hour ago. You never were given the chance, this withered monster having stolen that from you.

You wonder how much else he stole, what else you could have had.

Because you have him now, Kylo. You have him. He cried in your arms when you picked him up off the street, out of the alley. He sobbed into your hair, not coherent or even really that conscious, dead weight in your grip as you dragged him through the streets, dragged him to your house.

It was just your name, on his lips, when you sewed him shut. Just your name, over and over again, pleading, hoping it was you who had rescued him. And it was, you told him again and again, it was you, you were there, there with him.

He kissed you, when you had healed him, when his face was bandaged up to the best of your ability, he kissed you.

That was your first kiss, and you can’t help but wonder, if Snoke hadn’t been around what your first kiss might have been. You’re praying it’s not your first kiss goodbye, praying that by the time you get back to him, he’ll be there to hold you the way he clung to you.

 You’re surprised to see her, when you make it to the right room, the red lights blaring, washing the whole warehouse in an altogether evil atmosphere of violence and rage. You don’t expect her, and you lunge, tackle her to the ground, pressing the bar of your axe up against her throat, choking her as blood and spit spatters onto her face from the force of your anger.

“I’ll kill you!” You scream at her, “I’ll fucking kill you for what you’ve done!”

Because it’s Rey, Rey who split your Kylo’s face in two, Rey who stabbed him in the shoulder, Rey who shot him in the stomach. She’s there, choking under the weight of your axe, body convulsing and eyes bloodshot and angry. You don’t know why, but she’s there.

Rey, his sister, his younger sister, your friend, your classmate, power hungry in her own right.

“(Y/N)!” Rey struggles, chokes, red in the face, blood on her face – or is it just the lights? You don’t know, you don’t care.

You’re too angry.

“Ah,” A voice cuts through the darkness, something chilling that dumps down your spine. “So this is the (Y/N) that I’ve heard so much about.”

You snap your head up, searching in the blinding pulsing light for where the fuck he is, where the monster is hiding. Suddenly it’s like you’ve been electrified, and you’re frantically abandoning Rey’s body from where he’s gasping out on the floor, stalking the room, trying to squint through the lights at him.

“Kylo’s told me so much about you.” The voice, deep and dark and vile, bounces around the walls.

“Show yourself!” You shout, your whole body trembling, shaking with rage.

“Why? So you can cut me to pieces like you did my guards? No, I don’t think so.” The voice laughs, laughs and laughs, coming from all around the room, all angles, all sides.

You spin in a slow circle, as you try to catch shadows on the walls.

“You sick son of a bitch I said show yourself!” You’re practically foaming at the mouth, panting, breath ragged as you gulp down air. You have a splitting headache, you’re still crying, bleeding from a wound in your leg, hands numb from the grip you keep on your weapon.

“Put down the axe, and I will.” Snoke says. You drop it without question – you don’t need the axe to kill him, you’ll find another way. You just need him to show himself.

He steps out of the shadows then, a crippled old thing. He’s so much older than you had thought, than you had ever anticipated. He must be nearing ninety, from the age in his skin, his sunken face, hollow eyes. He’s bald, hunched over and spindly.

You hate him.

“Good, good girl. At least one of you can follow orders.” He chuckles, and you want to be sick, want to kill him. You’re going to kill him.

“Is that why you tricked him? Because he wouldn’t blindly obey you anymore?” You sobbed, unable to even look at him, you’re so repulsed.

“My plans for Kylo were set in motion the first day I met him, he was always destined for this.” Snoke shook his head.

He rushes towards you and grabs you, a grip far too strong for the man’s age, as he pulls out a gun and presses it to your cheek. You can feel the cold bite of the metal digging into your skin, even through the warm crust of blood that’s dried on your face.

“He was a young frightened child and you killed him.” Despite this, you shake, so angry, so livid. You need to think, you need to figure out a way to get out of this hold he has you in.

“He’s dead?” Rey asks from her spot on the floor, not having moved one fucking inch from where you left her.

“No thanks to you.” You lie, you lie and you pray it is a lie, you plead that it’s a lie.

“Shut up!” Snoke says, the arm that was tight around your middle now grabbing your jaw, crushing your chin in his hand as he spits on the floor and grumbles, “You know, I really wish Kylo had never met you.”

“I could say the same.” You say, before taking your opportunity.

You bite down on his hand, hard. So hard that he shouts out in pain and releases you just enough that you can twist yourself out of his hold. You shove Snoke to the floor as you kick the gun out of his hand, the thing spiraling across the cement floor as his head cracks against it. He’s old, he’s fragile, and he doesn’t get up quickly, you’re glad to find as you scramble to find your axe.

Rey screams as you swing the blade down across his ankle, as you cleave through the bone there, chopping his feet off. Snoke screams in pain, a horrible, mangled sound, like he’s never been hurt before, like no one has ever dared to hurt him. He hunches over on the floor, his hands grasping for the stubborn end of his leg.

You swing the axe down again with a yell, a rage filled hysterical shout, hacking through his arms.

There is so much blood, so much that Rey is running away from it, climbing up onto a stack of metal grates to avoid it touching her, to avoid getting it all over her. You lose your footing in it, hands scrabbling against the cement, his blood hot and thick as it pours from his limbs.

You don’t stop until he’s nearly unrecognizable, until he’s completely mangled, chopped into little pieces. You had known, of course you had known that he was human underneath the evil veneer of sickly grey skin, but to see it all laid bare was something you hadn’t been expecting, for whatever reason.

He was nothing more than a pile of bones and organs, skin flayed out and drenched in blood.

You were covered in it, sprayed and drenched from head to toe in it, and only once you had severed the head from his neck, did you drop the axe, did you stumble over onto the ground, did you lay yourself down on the cement and stare up at the flashing lights.

“Is he really dead?” Rey asks, voice small, scared.

She’s watching you from the metal grates, and you sigh.

You’re both too young for this kind of shit, nineteen year old killers. Well, technically, Rey hasn’t killed anyone yet. But the effort counted enough, you think.

“No.” You croak out, voice hoarse from all the screaming, all the shouting.

You’ve got your eyes closed, arms and legs spread out like you’re making snow angels, starfished right there on the concrete. You hear Rey get down from the metal grate, your heavy breathing not doing anything to drown out the noise of her standing at your feet.

When you crack an eye open, it’s to her offering you a hand.

“He killed my father.” Rey says, and you sigh as you take it.

“I know.” You reply, pulling her into a hug. “Han was his father too.”

“We need to get you out of here, before the cops come.” She says after she lets herself sigh into the hug, after she lets herself cry a little into your shoulder. When she pulls away, she’s got Snoke’s blood on your cheek. “I don’t know how to shut off the alarm.”

You nod, making sure to take the axe with you. You can’t leave it behind, can’t abandon the murder weapon, not here. You’ll dump it over the side of a bridge or something, but you can’t leave it here.

“What are you even doing here?” You ask as Rey pulls your arm across her shoulder, giving you support.

You’re definitely shot, you can feel it in your leg, now that the adrenaline high is winding down, you wince and grit your teeth through the pain. Your family is going to freak the fuck out when they find out you’re going to the hospital, but they’ll understand, you’ll make them understand.

“I was going to kill Snoke too.” Rey says, glancing back at the mess of gore behind the both of you, before asking, “Are you going to kill me?”

“If he dies from what you did to him, yes.” You reply honestly.

“Why do you care so much about him?” She wonders aloud, a blood-spattered frown knitting her brows.

“I’m in love with him.” You reply easily, like it’s the easiest thing you’ve ever said, like killing an entire warehouse of people was no challenge for you.

Because it wasn’t, not if it was for your man, your Kylo.

Rey is silent as she helps you limp across the warehouse, as she corrals you into the back of Kylo’s car, as she drives you to the hospital and calls your family, who calls just about everyone else.

And when the whole fucking crime world shows up to check on you, to make sure you’re okay after the surgery to get that bullet out of your leg, when the paths clear and you see the familiar mop of black hair and the bandaged face of your best friend cutting through the crowd, you smile.

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In the present, Rey put down her teacup. She had the decency to at least look offended, which you appreciated, even if you knew it was all bullshit.

“Excuse me?” She asked, whispered, unable to speak any louder otherwise she’d be screaming, she’d be shouting, like she was so wont do to.

“Roast beef, onions, hot peppers, bacon, American cheese, lettuce, tomato and BBQ Sauce.” You replied quickly and with a bit of a smirk, “It’s delicious.”

“You don’t touch pork.” Rey said.

“That makes one of us.” You shot back.

She closed her eyes then, rubbed them with the pads of her fingers, slumped back into the chair. You wondered how it felt to be such a traitor, to be such a liar. You couldn’t ever imagine.

“You know, (Y/N), I have to say.” Rey shook her head, licked across her teeth and regarded you with steely eyes, “Sometimes I wish Kylo had never met you.”

Of all the things you thought she would say, that really wasn’t one of them. You couldn’t say you were surprised, because you weren’t, not really, not given the situation. If you hadn’t met Kylo, who knows where she might be, how successful, how rich, how powerful.

If you hadn’t met Kylo, you wouldn’t have been there to save him that night, wouldn’t have been there to stop the war that was brewing, that had already begun. Maybe she would have won, if you hadn’t been there.

But you were there.

You can’t help but laugh, a little something just at her expense.

“What’s so fucking funny?” She demanded to know, and you really did think she was going to stab you then, with the way she was fuming.

“Nothing,” You made a show of wiping away a tear from your eye, made a show of getting your chuckles under control as you said, “You’re just not the first person to say that to me.”

“Oh?” Rey rolled her eyes, “And here I thought I was original.”

“So did Snoke.” Your smile dropped, and it felt like the whole world went quiet.

Rey’s eyes widened, and she snapped her jaw shut, staring out the window where the vision was still a marbled blurry mess.

“Do you remember? Remember what I did to him?” You asked softly, removing the napkin from your lap, folding it and placing it on the table. You knew there was one last course coming, some sort of ice cream, but you didn’t care.

You wanted to go home, you needed to plan.

“Yes.” Rey said, voice barely above a whisper, because she did – she was there.

“Remember how I spared you?” You asked, snapping your finger and drawing her attention so that she could look at you, so that you could look at her, really look at her.

“Yes.” Rey answered, terrified.

You were no longer all smiles, all warmth. You were no longer sunshine and charm as you had been, as you tried to always be. No, no now you were angry, now you were impatient, now you were offended. Your eyes were cold and hard when you regarded her, when you bore your gaze into hers as you leaned in ever so slightly, leaned in just enough to make her lean in too.

“I’m starting to regret that.” You whispered, before pulling away.

The waiter arrived then with the ice creams, and you returned to your normally cheerful disposition, checking your phone and collecting your belongings.

“Shit, would you look at the time!” You laughed breezily, apologetically to the waiter. “I need to get going, Kylo will be expecting me back home soon. You know how he gets if he’s away from me for too long.” You said to Rey, who was stunned.

“Of course.” She said, mind racing, pulse jumping.

The waiter nodded, handed the ice creams off to someone else passing by so they wouldn’t melt, no use in wasting them on people who wouldn’t eat it.

You eyed the little piece of newspaper that was still on the table, and picked it up.

“Oh, would you mind holding onto this for me? He doesn’t like it when I fill in the puzzle without him, gets all sour.” You winked, folding it up and handing it to Rey.

“Did you finish it?” Her voice shook as she accepted the paper.

“No, there’s one left, I was hoping you could solve it.” You smiled warmly, standing up and putting on your coat, “It’s got me stumped I’m afraid. Forty-two across.”

“Sure I can take a look.” Rey looked like she was in a daze, emotional whiplash making her dizzy.

“Thanks Rey.” You said, excusing yourself to the waiter. “I’ll see you soon.”

You left a few hundred dollars on the table, and made your way out of the tea room.

 You barely made it to the door when you heard a loud FUCK! and the shatter of crystal hitting the polished marble floor, sound of footsteps running, the murmur of nosy socialites wondering what the commotion was all about.

Without even so much as turning around, you smiled to yourself, as the doorman opened the glass doors and you stepped outside.

Your heels clicked on the pavement as you stepped up to the vehicle where Dopheld was holding open the door, a curious look on his face.

“Did you have a nice lunch, Mrs. Ren?” He asked, ever so cheerful and polite, friendly.

“Yes Dopheld, thank you.” You said, sitting in the back of the car and clicking your seatbelt into place. “It was very insightful.”

You reached into your purse and pulled out Kylo’s phone, paused and saved the recording so Kylo could listen in on it as soon as you got back home.

“I’ll bring you back then?” Dopheld asked, smiling at you through the rearview mirror.  

“Yes please, Kylo is going to follow us.” You pulled out a compact mirror and your lipstick from your purse, reapplied your favorite color since the brunch had rubbed some of it away.

“Yes ma’am.” Dopheld pulled onto the street and into the light traffic of the mid-afternoon.

You looked behind you and gave a little wave to your husband, who was in the car behind you. He lifted a palm for a moment before returning it to the wheel, a small wave of his own kind. Smiling, you turned back to face the front properly, and hummed to yourself.

“Oh, Dopheld?” You asked, “I was wondering if you could help me with something.”

“Anything, Mrs. Ren.” Your driver was always eager, jumping at the bit to help.

“Do you happen to know a three letter word for, ‘traitor?’” You asked, a coy smile spreading across your face, as his eyes widened in the rear-view mirror.

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Reylo Fic Recs: Canonverse

Across the Stars by @rapturousaurora

Hugging Rey close, desperate to feel something of her, her skin against his, a lingering tendril of their once vibrant Force bond—anything—Ben only felt cold silence. Her vacant gaze stared up at the ceiling of the Sith’s Exegol stronghold.And still he felt no anger. No hate. His emotions were dominated by the almost childlike desire to fix what his lifetime of mistakes had broken—Ben wanted to fix her.

With You by @politicalpadme

Ben Solo finds the will to rise.

the shadows are whispering (again) by @thewayofthetrashcompactor

The Force has always had it out for the Skywalkers. Ben feels like he knows that better than most. Why else would it have saddled him with another curse to add to his legacy? (From birth to death and back again.)

Phantasm by @forcebondedreylo

Rey thought that she was finished with Ben Solo after Crait. She was proven otherwise when she crash-landed on a strange and dangerous planet with no way to contact the Resistance. Now Ben Solo might be her only hope of survival, if the deadly inhabitants don't get her first.

The Weight of a Soul by @ceallaigheirinn

“If he is condemned, then his soul shall be cast into oblivion,” the Mother answered. “It will cease to be. Oblivion is beyond the veil that the Force encompasses. His soul would be consumed by nothingness, and Ben Solo would exist on neither the mortal plane or the World Beyond.”

linger in the doorway (of my field of paper flowers) by @mnemehoshiko

She can't tell if she got the better deal or not. Foolish. Did you truly want to waste away in this sand-ridden hell? a voice whispers, low and soft.  No, she thinks, but it would be a familiar hell, at least.

destruction makes the world burn brighter by @cosmicforces

When he was nearly within reach, he extended the blade—or was it his hand?—but everything faded to black before she was certain. Panting, she bolted upright in her bed and wiped away the sweat clinging to her forehead. She’d dreamt of Jakku again.

A New Generation by @aionimica

Ben glances at Rey and quietly asks, “Do you want to spend the rest of your life with a twice-fallen former warlord who doesn’t know what place he has in this galaxy except as a porg-mother?”

In Our Silence, Volumes by @roamingbadger

When Rey senses through their Force Bond that Ben is in trouble, she'll stop at nothing to get to him. But what if he's not ready to be rescued - from himself? 

I Choose You by @shelikespretties

In the throne room, Rey proposes a counter offer.

Breakout by @leofgyth

In which Rey, Finn, and Ben break Ransolm Casterfo out of prison... for reasons.

Oh the Glory of Tenderness by @ann3onymous

Leia Organa taught her little boy how to weave stories with hair. Years later, Ben Solo weaves Rey's hair with promises.

Slipping Off Course by @fingertipstrembling

Between the birth and death of every star stretches a wide expanse of space, a thirsty maw that drinks up all the light it sees and spits back darkness. In the bowels of a star destroyer deep in that darkness, they find each other—the Supreme Leader’s apprentice and a fledgling pilot recruit who outflies and outwits him at every opportunity. Though he fights the pull of the Force, Kylo Ren finds himself reaching for Rey with nothing to stop his fall.

Like This by @kylo-wouldnt-like-those-chips

A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away... Peace reigns in the galaxy.  Seriously. The Imperial Remnant fizzled out. There is no First Order. There is no Snoke. The worst thing Ben Solo's ever done was some light brawling. The kids are, as they say, more or less alright.Still, the Force has plans for Ben and Rey, which is how they find themselves working for the same civil rights firm, thrown together in a stakeout van.

temptations of grey by @lasthopesolo

Nightmares filled with the ghostly voice of a woman haunt Supreme Leader Kylo Ren; a constant reminder of the discord within. Terrifying dreams plague Rey, casting doubt on choices she’s made. Both find themselves stranded on a humid jungle planet in unknown territory, captured and forced to participate in a strange mystical ceremony. Rey and Kylo must work together in their journey through the jungle, facing themselves and each other in the pursuit of balance.

Wish Upon a Star by @shelikespretties

When Ben Solo exiles himself on a random planet in order to atone, he finds his mother packed him a calligraphy set. He keeps a diary of his existence, while Rey, cut off from him in the Force, tracks him down the only way she can.

Only If for a Night by @reylotrashcompactor and @southsidestory

The night the war ends is a time for victories and change. Maybe, if Rey is lucky, she can win where Ben Solo is concerned. There’s something between them, more than friendship or battle-forged camaraderie, a need that she’s felt threaded along their bond, and she’s tired of ignoring it.

Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations. by @shmisolo

Ben woke, but Luke’s saber wasn’t ignited.  Instead, he saw a master who had shattered his trust, who thought he was a monster, and—worse—he was probably right.So he fled Yavin IV, to Skywalker’s dismay, and no one heard from him since.Years later, on a wasteland planet, a girl and a fugitive stormtrooper board a Corellian YT-1300 light freighter in desperation to find they are not the only ones trying to steal it.

In the Footsteps of Giants by @aionimica

Post-Sequel Trilogy; Ben Solo is off in exile, accompanied by Rey. In desperate need of fuel, they stop on Naboo, but their pit stop doesn’t quite go as planned.

build a ladder to the stars by @redbelles

Kylo Ren's heart is a desert.

these violent delights (have violent ends) by @luminoustico

The news runs like a wildfire through the galaxy.Kylo Ren found something, someone, else to believe in. He gutted his master for her life. In return, vestiges of Snoke's power delivered a punishment greater than anything either the fallen Knight or the last Jedi could imagine. Together forever, eternally apart.

Luminous Beings by @hauscrashburn

In order to become a Jedi, Rey must do one thing: Kill Kylo Ren. But how can she when her heart belongs--and has belonged to him--for years now?

Midsummer Night's Shared Dream by @shelikespretties

“We’re not on an approved airfield, but look,” she held out her datapad with the map of the crash location. “Xa-Tla City is on the other side of this forest. We can make it there on foot, and, if we start now, we’ll get there before the solstice celebration begins.” Kylo lifted a mocking eyebrow. “You’d risk the spirits of the forest?”Rey scoffed. “I don’t believe in ghosts. Let’s start walking.”

Spillikin by @ceallaigheirinn

“Forgiving yourself doesn’t mean you have to forget what happened, Ben,” his mother said. “It just means you can finally let go and move forward.”

The Way to Tomorrow by @the-reylo-void

Kylo Ren faces his sentence at the hands of the Resistance: a year of off-world solitary confinement, no communication with the outside world. But it's never that easy to leave old wounds behind. Or such deeply-forged bonds.

Porgs by @tehanufromearthsea

Porgs think of Luke Skywalker as the eccentric but harmless giant who lives on their island. Life on Ahch-To can be pretty dull, so at least Luke gives the Porgs something to watch. Then another of his kind arrives, with her friends, and life on Ahch-To gets a lot more entertaining for the porgs.Then comes the invader...

The Jedi Path by @southsidestory

She’s Ben's world: the only thing he cares about, the only thing he needs, the only one who matters. That interest used to be focused on Rey's power, her talent, her fierce, uncompromising will. Platonic, if not innocent, but now—now he still loves her like a protege, but he wants her too. He wants her, and he can’t keep lying to himself about it.

Yub Nub, and a Celebration Song by @luminoustico

It starts with a forest moon, a destined clash between a scavenger and a knight, and some Very Determined Ewoks.

The Visions That Connect Us by @lariren-shadow

They've seen each other for years before they even meet. Kylo Ren and Rey have visions of the other through out their lives.

Reflektor by @reylotrashcompactor

Kylo Ren isn’t fool enough to believe that her capture was a happy accident. He didn’t believe it was good fortune, and he believed least of all that it had anything to do with the reconnaissance skills of Hux’s half-wit stormtroopers. If they have The Girl Called Rey in custody, it is because she meant for it to happen. It was because she had a plan and this was a step in executing it.

Paper Minds by @kuresoto

At the age of five, Ben Solo built his first droid. At the age of ten, he manifested and started to see her everywhere. At the age of eleven, he was sent to train with Luke. He still saw her. When he was fifteen, she disappeared. He was twenty-three when he left Ben Solo behind and became someone who wouldn’t trust blindly ever again. He became Kylo Ren. He meets her for the first time when he’s on the cusp of turning thirty. These were the events that shaped Ben Solo and in turn, Kylo Ren.

Just A Little Crush by @lariren-shadow

Ben Solo has been away from the Jedi Academy for a few years.  Now that he's back he's developed a little problem his brother is keen on goading him about.

Retrouvailles by @luminoustico

Six months ago, Ben Solo was removed from Rey's side and his uncle's Jedi Academy to take up his mother's mantle as Senator, and to act representative of the Resistance. He has already claimed the reputation of a troublemaker. After Han Solo requests Luke and Rey act as Ben's security intel at a ball in Coruscant, it is underneath the pressure of galactic politics that her world and his new world collide.

Convergence by @the-reylo-void

Whatever the next steps are, I want to take them with you.

let the silver arrow fly by @solikerez

Leia plays cupid, and fires a few misshots before getting it right.

What We Do in the Snow by @reylotrashcompactor

The first time she dreamed of Starkiller, not much was different.

The Gamble by @nightsofreylo

Whenever you gamble, eventually you lose...

Matchmaker by @lariren-shadow

Bored with being a Force Ghost Anakin decides that his grandson needs some help in the relationship department.  Kylo Ren isn't too thrilled at the prospect but, then again, neither is Rey.

here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true by @the-reylo-void

Here is the place where I love you.

People Will Say by @reylotrashcompactor

In a ditch effort to coax the wary members of the Resistance into accepting the prodigal son Ben Solo back into their fold, General Leia Organa requests a hefty favor from Rey. "Behind every good man is a great woman" is how the saying goes, but the man formerly known as Kylo Ren isn't good, and Rey isn't sure that any manner of hand-holding is going to change people's minds about that.

crave my heart (it's bleeding in your hand) by @mnemehoshiko

She wakes with the taste of salt on her lips and screams in her head.

Dark Matter by @arcticelves

Rey is never really alone. Even on Ahch-To, beginning her training with Luke Skywalker, she is frequently interrupted by an uninvited visitor. But is he truly unwelcome?

kept in the dark (but you were there in front of me) by @mnemehoshiko

Ben Solo is nine when he dreams of sand and darkness.

Peace and Purpose by @the-reylo-void

Across the stars, Rey and Ben yearn for each other, neither able to move on, both facing the unending nights alone. But the Force longs for balance as surely as they long for each other.

Laid To Rest by @khaleesa

Ben wants to show Rey the galaxy, to see it with her. First, they have business on Naboo.

Endings and Beginnings by @shelikespretties

Rey’s hand cradles Ben’s head before it can hit the stone floor. He’s ridiculously heavy, all dead weight, and Rey’s entire body cramps in horror before she sees the faint rise and fall of his chest. He’s not dead. He hasn’t left her. Yet. She cradles his face with both hands and sobs in relief.

What Was Lost Is Now Found by @ceallaigheirinn​

With no memories of the past, his mind was nothing more than a void of vast emptiness. He couldn’t remember how he got there. It sounded insane, but he even wondered if he was actually there the moment before. When he closed his eyes, fleeting images of a metallic mask, a world collapsing on itself, the touch of a weathered hand across his cheek and a beautiful woman dressed in white flickered from the dark recesses of his mind. But none of it made sense. He had no idea what those images represented or who that woman was. Did she mean something to him? Was she an enemy, friend or lover?

a million miles (cross the ocean) by @mnemehoshiko

in which the Force tries to pay back some of the debt it owes the Skywalkers.

gift to me forever by LonelyLavenderBones, @luminoustico, TazWren, @thewayofthetrashcompactor

Palpatine has remained dead. Ben Solo followed in his mother’s footsteps and became the Senator of Chandrila, his mother training him in the Force instead of sending him to Luke. And, instead of being left on Jakku, Rey has been trained in the Force from childhood to help redeem the Palpatine name in the eyes of the galaxy's highest social circles.Now the princess of the ultimate Sith is due to make her debut, on the arm of her betrothed, Armitage Hux. But, the Force still has plans for Rey Palpatine and Ben Solo.

My own canonverse Reylo fics:

Rise

Ben Solo and Rey fake their deaths after Exegol and live their lives.

It was not Death, for I stood up

Emperor Palpatine lied on Exegol; Rey is not his granddaughter. Rey sets off on a journey, led by Obi-Wan Kenobi, to bring Ben Solo back from the World Between Worlds.

luminous beings are we

Rey and Ben survive Exegol.

the healing balance

The battle was over; the war was won. The Finalizer was a smoking ruin; General Hux’s attempted mutiny had backfired as the Resistance attacked and finally incapacitated the First Order leadership. Kylo Ren was missing, presumed dead at the hands of the last Jedi, who must have succumbed to her own injuries. Neither body was found. So said the initial official report of the aftermath.

Aggressive Negotiations

It was a shame, really, that Rey did not want her new assignment, did not want to be tempted by Anakin Skywalker and Padme Amidala’s grandson.

Calligraphy and Atonement

Ben Solo spends his time in exile trying not to think of Rey and keeps failing.

beam that lights the way home

The star lit their path to each other, and lit their way home together.

food for the soul

Rey struggles with new food and the knowledge that Kylo Ren is her soulmate.

you burn with me

Rey's soulmark burns when she meets Kylo Ren for the first time.

light brings forth hidden truths

Light brings forth hidden truths, and demonstrates the Force's balance.

Falling Embers

Rey takes Kylo Ren's hand after they have killed Snoke and his Praetorian Guards.

Force of Light

After celebrating the end of the war and Wookiee Life Day on the Resistance base, Rey heads out into the snow to meditate. Kylo Ren goes out after her...and learns the true reason for the season.

Wanting

Kylo Ren has wanted things his whole life.

My other fic rec lists:

Fic Recs Under 100 Kudos | Historical AU | Fantasy, Fae, Magic, Fairy Tale, and Mythology | Modern AU | Smuggler Ben Solo | Dark Side Rey | Smut |

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I Rewrite “The Force Awakens”

BACKGROUND INFO:

It has been thirty years since the Battle of Endor. The NEW REPUBLIC rules most of the Galaxy. However, the Republic is spread thin fighting Imperial Holdout factions, which still control pockets of the Outer Rim and key worlds along hyperspace routes. Fortunately, none of these Holdouts are currently working together. The largest surviving holdout is the FIRST ORDER, which holds a large portion of the Southwest Galaxy. Worst of all, they are working on what looks like a Death Star, STARKILLER BASE. Because of this threat, the New Republic has sent a group of Special Forces, led by General LEIA ORGANA to take down the FIRST ORDER, led by the mysterious REGENT SNOKE. Rumors imply SNOKE is a powerful Force-User, as is his apprentice, REY. Unfortunately, LUKE SKYWALKER, the last JEDI KNIGHT is nowhere to be found. He disappeared seven years ago. The last person to see him was his apprentice and nephew, BEN SOLO, who has been looking for him ever since…

PLOT SUMMARY:

The movie opens largely the same. POE DAMERON is visiting JAKKU, a planet on the border between NEW REPUBLIC and FIRST ORDER space, meeting LOR SAN TEKKA, picking up a map to Luke’s whereabouts. Unfortunately, the meeting is interrupted by REY, who has arrived with a battalion of Stormtroopers, which includes FN-2187. You know the scene. POE DAMERON is taken captive, but not before he gives the map to BB-8, instructing him to “Find Ben. Get help.” The dialogue between REY and LOR SAN TEKKA lets us know this is her homeworld. She was abandoned here as a child before LUKE SKYWALKER found her and took her away. She leaves the village after ordering it destroyed, returning to her Star Destroyer.

There, she meets with her subordinates, ADMIRAL HUX, CAPTAIN PHASMA, and FN-2187. There, they go over the fact that they failed to get the map, but they suspect POE had a companion on JAKKU. The basics of the politics are explained: right now the REPUBLIC is stretched too thin to give the FIRST ORDER their full attention. However, the REPUBLIC is slowly taking out the other Imperial holdouts, and certain Senators are calling for a full-scale invasion of FIRST ORDER SPACE. The call to invade is particularly being made by the Senator from HOSNIAN PRIME. “HOSNIAN PRIME?” HUX asks. “That’s in the Core itself, practically next to Coruscant. The entire Republic fleet must stand between us and them.” His frown turns into a wicked grin, and he only says one word. “Perfect.” No further detail is given. The conversation turns to FN-2187, and why he’s here. Rey reveals her plan: POE DAMERON must escape with FN’s help. His ability to shield his mind from the Force will allow him to infiltrate the NEW REPUBLIC base under the nose of BEN SOLO. He will then let the NEW REPUBLIC know where to find LEIA so they can kill her, destroying their morale. More importantly, FN is to get his hands on the map to LUKE SKYWALKER.

FN does as he is told. He helps POE break out, notably avoiding shooting his fellow STORMTROOPERS. POE gives FN the new name of FINN. FINN is notably struck by this, in a “I’ve never had a name before” kind of way. However, their escape is detected, and the TIE squadrons shoot them down, and POE seems to die. FINN is left stranded in the JAKKU desert. However, he finds BB-8, who has been in the care of BEN SOLO, who we see on screen for the first time. We learn he has been trying to find a ship offworld, as POE had their ride. The scene then unfolds largely the same as before. FINN and BEN make their way offworld in the MILLENIUM FALCON. With neither being an experienced pilot, they get lost, sending the MILLENIUM FALCON quite a ways off course into the OUTER RIM, which is dominated by Pirates. Speaking of Pirates, a group of them capture our heroes, and declare their intention to sell the ship (and its crew) on the black market. They were, in fact, just about to sell some other stolen goods to some dealers that are arriving now… except these dealers start firing on the pirates. Meanwhile, the pirate ship is taken and boarded by the leader of these vigilantes… HAN SOLO, with the ever faithful CHEWBACCA at his side. We learn that HAN has dedicated himself to hunting down the pirates and slavers that prey on the innocent people of the OUTER RIM, since the NEW REPUBLIC won’t pay attention to this area. His vigilante crew includes PAIGE TICO, who led the shootout while HAN disabled the ship. (ROSE is also among them, but apart from a mention by PAIGE perhaps, we won’t see her.)

It is only then that HAN realizes that one of the people he has rescued is his own son, BEN. The two of them catch up on the FALCON, with FINN as their guest. We hear FINN’S cover story: he is a child soldier who didn’t like how expendable he was. We get a feeling he may be lying to himself. From their conversation, we learn the following: when BEN was four, he was sent to live with LUKE to train to be a Jedi. HAN was so angry at losing his son that he left LEIA, and admits that he still hasn’t forgiven her for separating them. For some years, BEN trained as a JEDI along with several other children, including, sadly, REY. For some reason, one day REY snapped, and killed her fellow students, with BEN being the only surviving student. (He was fourteen, by the way. REY was eighteen.) The only other survivor, LUKE, found BEN among the wreckage. He told BEN to go find his mother, while he would “do something I should have done years ago.” BEN obeyed, but never saw LUKE again. BEN says he is following LUKE’S trail to a lost JEDI TEMPLE. HAN expresses skepticism. If LUKE was doing anything useful, where is he now? HAN invites BEN to rest and recuperate with his old friend, MAZ KANATA.

Meanwhile, we go to STARKILLER BASE. It is a large base, similar to the DEATH STAR in all aspects, save one. Above the main laser, there is a strange metal ring. (It must be featured prominently in the shot.) REY arrives, accompanied by her underlings, and is met by COMMANDER PRYDE, a spymaster of the FIRST ORDER. The conversation establishes that the FIRST ORDER rose to prominence because they came across some mysterious weapons depots and Imperial credit stores that allowed them to quickly rebuild their forces. They have continued, in fact, to have more lucky finds like this. PRYDE’S job has been to determine if they have a mysterious benefactor, and what he wants. PRYDE’S travels have taken him “from Kamino to Moraband.” He admits he has found nothing, and asks if STARKILLER BASE is ready. HUX confirms it is, and says, “The GATE RING should function perfectly.” PRYDE leaves for BASTION, the FIRST ORDER capital, before letting REY know her master, REGENT SNOKE, is waiting for her.

We cut from that to TAKODANA, where we meet MAZ KANATA. BEN asks MAZ to contact LEIA to meet them there, and let her know POE is dead. Exploring, he discovers ANAKIN’S lightsaber, which triggers a flashback. He is a child, eating with his fellow students. REY walks in, clearly cut up and hurt. One student confronts her, asking where LUKE is. “LUKE is dead. Get out of my way or you’ll be too.” Scared, the students try to take her down, but she cuts through them like butter. Terrified, BEN is backed into a corner. She tries to persuade him to put down his sword, but he brings down the building on them both. Later, he is found by LUKE and R2-D2. The flashback ends with MAZ meeting him. She gives him the lightsaber, as she feels it is his birthright. Finally, FINN calls the FIRST ORDER, letting them know the Map, BEN SOLO and LEIA are all about to be on the same planet.

Sorry to cut away from all that, but we finally get to see REGENT SNOKE! He's not CGI this time, unless we want to make him an already established alien species. (He can still be played by Andy Serkis.) He asks about REY'S progress in hunting down LUKE, and says she may not be ready to face her old Master. REY disagrees, and sets off to TAKODANA. Meanwhile, HUX is given the order to demonstrate the new power of the FIRST ORDER. He calls up the SENATE in a standard, "supervillain addresses the masses scene". (Hux's actor should chew the scenery like bubble gum.) We now find out what makes STARKILLER BASE special: the "gate ring" lets them fire their laser at any point in the galaxy without moving! HUX demonstrates this by destroying HOSNIAN PRIME, which sends the SENATE into a panic!

We cut to TAKODANA, where BEN falls down, overcome by the destruction he just sensed in the Force. The destruction of HOSNIAN PRIME is announced over the HoloNet. HAN lets us know the situation is serious, as he says something to the effect of, “HOSNIAN PRIME? The FIRST ORDER is too far away. Wait? They can do WHAT???” But ain’t nobody got time for that! The FIRST ORDER is attacking! FINN comes out to be picked up, but instead he is attacked by TR-8R! He tries to tell him he’s a double agent, but TR-8R doesn’t listen, and FINN is forced to kill him in self-defense. FINN is captured by stormtroopers, and only not killed because CAPTAIN PHASMA arrives, saying “Excellent work, FN-2187!” As FINN notes, she should have told the other Stormtroopers not to attack him, as he just killed one of his friends for nothing. PHASMA basically shrugs and says, “Hey, had to keep it secret.” FINN is clearly shocked and quite angry, but they’re off!

While all this is going on, HAN tells BEN to get out with BB-8. BEN naturally objects, but HAN says, “No matter what, they can’t know where LUKE is.” BEN proceeds to run, before being confronted by REY. BB-8 runs off while BEN faces REY. BEN futilely tries to drive her off with his blaster, which does not work, and REY’S facial expression seems to say, “Really? When has that ever worked?” She advances on him, and while he fumbles with his lightsaber, she knocks him out with the Force. She leaves carrying him with the Force, telling the FIRST ORDER to leave.

Just as they’re doing so, the NEW REPUBLIC force arrives, led by LEIA and POE DAMERON! (Who, as it turns out, is not dead.) However, the only person there to meet them is HAN, who is not happy to see LEIA. Their conversation tells us about BEN’S childhood. He has had trouble controlling his Force Powers, particularly when sleeping. When he was four, his power nearly destroyed their house. LEIA naturally decided she and HAN weren’t safe around him, and gave him to LUKE for training as a JEDI. HAN never forgave her for that, and left. She brings HAN and his crew back to the NEW REPUBLIC hideout to discuss plans to take down STARKILLER BASE. The idea is right now, several REPUBLIC worlds are in panic that they could be next, calling for immediate surrender. Taking out STARKILLER will let the REPUBLIC take out the FIRST ORDER. HAN points out that BEN is on STARKILLER BASE, and he might die if they blow up the base. LEIA agrees, but she can’t call off the attack. If another world suffers the fate of HOSNIAN PRIME or ALDERAAN, she would be responsible for millions of deaths, compared to just one. She tells HAN to try to save BEN, as it will take some time for her to get her fleet of X-WINGS and Y-WINGS ready. She also tells him to take out the shield generator for the base.

Speaking of BEN, we cut to him, strapped to a table, with REY sitting beside him. As REY explained, he has been shot up with a bunch of sedatives that are only beginning to wear off. Their conversation is surprisingly cordial, at least on her end. She expresses her surprise that he’s not with LUKE, as they were very close at the Academy. She reads his mind to find out LUKE’S location, but he is able to reverse the stream, and gets a look in her mind. He sees something that terrifies him. She simply says, “Well, now you know,” and leaves to report to SNOKE. She leaves behind a group of Stormtroopers, ordering them not to let BEN leave until she sends for him. HAN and CHEWIE land on STARKILLER in the FALCON. After this, FINN arrives alone, claiming he is here to take BEN to REY. The commanding officer is skeptical, as FINN is one soldier. He calls in to clear the transfer, before FINN shoots the other Stormtroopers. There is a call in, which FINN fumbles before shooting the intercom. He proceeds to let BEN out of his bindings, and BEN proceeds to strangle him. (As you do…) FINN only talks BEN out of killing him by pointing out BEN is in no fit state to fly. They make their way to the hangar, where they find the FALCON. Realizing HAN is likely there, BEN calls him on the comlink. They get back in touch, with HAN telling BEN to stay put while he takes out the shields. FINN interjects, saying he knows how to turn off the shields more subtly. HAN tells them to go do it while he sets up explosives on the base. (The idea is that they will distract the FIRST ORDER while POE attacks.) FINN and BEN proceed to press-gang PHASMA into turning off the shield, before leaving her in the trash compactor. Unfortunately, HAN is captured by some STORMTROOPERS, who take him to REY.

REY is very happy with this, as she is furious BEN has escaped. She makes an announcement over the intercom, saying, “BEN, I have your father. If you want to see him alive again, come to the main antechamber in one hour.” She proceeds to pour out a drink for herself and Han. She is somewhat starstruck by HAN SOLO, saying he is legendary, and LUKE mentioned him a lot. She openly speculates what she’ll do to LUKE when she meets him. She says SNOKE expects her to kill him, but she wants to thank him. After all, if not for, she would have stayed on JAKKU forever. SNOKE would not have found her, and she certainly would have never found out about her father. HAN asks her what the hell she’s talking about. REY notes that for years, no one has asked why SNOKE refers to himself as “REGENT” SNOKE. As she points out, a regent has one job: rule until the prince, or in her case, the princess, is ready to rule. REY, as she claims, is the daughter of none other than EMPEROR PALPATINE himself. HAN is skeptical. PALPATINE never had a family. Moreover, he died thirty years ago, and REY is still in her twenties. REY then clarifies; PALPATINE never wanted children, but his court kept a sample of his DNA preserved just in case. Some time after his death, this DNA was used to create a child. In order to protect her from the NEW REPUBLIC, she was hidden on a backwater world until she could be brought to safety. Unfortunately, the scientists were arrested for war crimes, and by the time SNOKE found out about her, he didn’t know where she was. HAN is skeptical, which annoys REY significantly. But now it’s time to meet BEN.

They meet in the antechamber, with HAN surrounded by stormtroopers. There, REY delivers her ultimatum: if BEN surrenders himself to her, HAN will go free. There is a prisoner exchange, and as they pass each other, HAN simply says, “I’m sorry.” He grabs BEN’S blaster, and begins firing wildly at the Stormtroopers. As he calculated, the Stormtroopers start firing back, and one shoots him in the chest. BEN lets out a massive scream, which begins to tear the room apart in a display of raw Force Power. HAN’S last words are just, “Get out of here.” FINN takes the hint, and tears BEN away, just as POE begins his attack on STARKILLER BASE, accompanied by HAN’S gang, including PAIGE TICO. Unfortunately, they are not able to destroy the base, but they are able to destroy the gate ring, meaning that, until it is repaired, STARKILLER will not be able to fire from far away. POE, under LEIA’S orders, orders a retreat.

While this is happening, REY confronts BEN and FINN. First FINN tries to fight her off, but not successfully. It is not until BEN gets ANAKIN’S lightsaber out that this becomes a real fight. Even then, it is clear REY has the upper hand, and she is only not killing BEN because she wants him alive. Nonetheless, BEN manages to land a lucky cut, temporarily stopping REY.  After this, a stray bomb landing on the base separates them, and FINN and BEN manage to make it to the FALCON. They take the FALCON back to LEIA. There, LEIA tells BEN to go find LUKE, and get his help. Meanwhile, she and POE will make their way back to REPUBLIC space. She will let them know the FIRST ORDER is vulnerable, but only if they attack quickly. She has to abandon the base, as the FIRST ORDER will almost certainly follow them in order to silence her. The movie closes with BEN landing on AHCH-TO, finding a hooded LUKE, and handing him his lightsaber. The two men look each other in the eyes after years of being apart, and the credits roll.