#to show why she’s there as a solo presence the reaction is like confusion at best and suspicion that she’s buying her way in at worst

[ujuro]

Lisa’s team really needs to plan her moves more carefully because marketing her like she’s an already established western star that people should know and care about no matter what she does is starting to backfire imo

[b000mbayah]

heyy, can I request a blackpink reaction where female reader kisses their (BP) neck please?

Blackpinks reaction to the reader kissing their neck

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: Sorry if this took a while to make, I hope you like it though anon! 🫠

(I went for a softer/fluffier approach)

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Jisoo

She mumbled incoherent words, calmingly stroking and carding her fingers through your hair.

It has been a while since you both had the opportunity to simply just rejoice in each other's presence, let alone actually snuggle up the way you are now.

Jisoo held you under her hold, your head resting on her shoulder and arms hung loosely around her waist. The air was branded with Jisoos' predictable perfume, and your hands were somewhere between a fist and a flattened palm against her back as you nuzzled your head closer and closer to her neck.

The tender skin greets the tip of your nose, almost tickling the blackpink member as she goes through emails and schedules about her upcoming solo debut.

And despite the overwhelming feeling of adoration and respect for her dedication, even now, you wanted nothing more than her attention.

You wanted to kiss her.

It wasn't your first intention when you first started cuddling, but now it was all you could think about. And with the raw neck exposed to you, it made Jisoo involuntarily vulnerable, allowing you to intervene yourself into her every thought as you infiltrated her mind and heart.

You had left a soft kiss on the finer muscle of the left side on her neck, causing a small hum to vibrate throughout her throat.

You could only smile at her half minded response, but you still wanted more of her attention than just a hum. So, with a small smile, you kissed the muscle again, leaving a more lingering touch to it than the previous.

"What's wrong, baby?" Jisoo had inquired, stealing a quick glance at you without much regard. "Why are you kissing me?"

"Because I want to," you said, placing a third kiss upon her skin as she inched her head away to look at you.

She had no wide-eyed expression, nor a confused one. Instead, she looked more captivated than anything else. "If you kiss me like that again, I'll make sure it'll be the last one"

"Then I guess I'll just have to kiss your lips"

Jennie

Jennie had been practising all day. She'd been a hopping, flopping mess since practice started a few hours back, and a break was the only thing evidently on their minds.

Eventually, however, after extensive sweating and breathless pauses, a break was rightfully awarded to the hardworking girls.

Jennie had quickly found her way to you, a wearied smile playing upon her licked over lips. Setting herself down on your lap, she instantly dug herself into you- pulling you as close as possible to ensure she felt that familiar barrier of comfort and safety.

You are her safe haven, after all. You're always encouraging the group. You're always there for her practices, and you're always the loudest in the crowd. And for what reason?

For Jennie.

However, she whined when your hand pulled her chin up and away from your shoulder as you instead tucked your head between her shoulder and jaw.

At this point, it was just you, Jennie, and Lisa. Everyone else had left for drinks or a small snack to restore some energy before the next few agonising hours were to come. So you had to tread lightly upon the property of Kim Jennie.

You had gently traced your lips along her neck to her jaw, feeling the girl on you tremble with every affectionate kiss. "Y/n, what are you doing?"

"Showing you my love and support," you smiled up at her as she started down through half lidded eyes.

"But, Lisa's in here, and I don't have anything to cover my neck!" She whispered, feeling unsure of your intentions.

"I won't leave a mark, but you'll have to be quiet for me"

Rosé

You were both sitting on your shared bed, books in hand as a single lamp, powered by a calming 50-watt bulb, which dimmed the room perfectly.

The silence was almost as content as you were, if it weren't for your burning desire to just snuggle up and sleep already. Usually, you and Rosé would read for half an hour before going to sleep, but not even ten minutes in, and you already wanted to put the book down and just enjoy your time together.

Especially since Rosé looked so cute with her hair pinned into a messy bun to keep her silky hair away from her bubbly glasses that seemed to only keep falling down the bridge of her nose every few seconds.

Slowly, but surely, you shuffled over a tad closer to put your head on her shoulder, looking up at the beauty you've become fond of. Her breathing was regulated, and her eyes were focused on the text as she read it carefully.

She was stunning.

But was she real? You often ask yourself this question, sometimes questioning if she's just the ideal partner you've made up in your head to feel better about yourself.

So, with an inquiring mind, you had tilted your head, allowing your lips to connect briefly with Rosés slim neck.

However, when you pulled away to look at Rosé, you had already found her staring back down at you with her cheeks flared up with a variation of pinks and reds as it skipped across her cheeks and spread to her ears.

Rosé had let out a simple gasp at the time, too - feeling surprised by the sudden affection you shared upon her neck. "What was that baby?" Rosé had asked, almost stuttering on her hushed words.

"A reminder," Rosés eyebrows had furrowed together in confusion. She needed more than just that.

"A reminder of what?" You smiled, placing a gentle kiss upon her plush lips this time, increasing her blush tenfold.

"To remind me of how lucky I am to have found someone like you.

Lisa

You were slow dancing in your living room with each other. You don't know how the conversation started, or what it stemmed off from, but you know that the beautiful woman in front of you was more than enough to tell you that you didn't need such questions or answers. You only needed her right now.

The music was slow and somewhat sensual as you rocked side to side, slowly looping around in an eventual circle for the nth time to the rhythm. Your musicality was on point, and your movements were smooth and slow. It was all perfect.

Except for the fact that you wanted nothing more than to just nuzzle your head into the crook of her neck and smother her in loving kisses- so that's what you went for.

You had pulled her closer, chest to chest as you found your head placed flat upon her shoulder. Lisa had let out a small laugh when you had done that, finding it cute at the sudden want for closeness- until she found out the real reason.

When a pair of lips kissed the supple skin of her neck, she had felt a shiver run along her spine before dissipating entirely.

Lisa had only laughed, patting your hips lightly as her chest quickly heaved with each short breath. "You're cute," Lisa had gotten put, feeling your smile against her skin as you pampered her neck with some more light kisses.

"Thanks," you had simply mumbled into her skin.

Your dancing had all but stopped by now as you just stood with your head on her shoulder, and her body pressed flush against yours. Lisa's face was tinted with a twinge of pinks, but nothing too much for the time being.

Eventually, however, you had begun to get tired of kissing just her neck, so you trailed your kisses up her jaw and to her lips, where you net in a mutual understanding of pure connection.

"I love you Y/n" Lisa managed between kisses.

"I love you too"

[tojisun]

hi sun my love please drop the other thigh fucking fic you wrote !! hope you have a great day/night ♡

hii nonnie, good morning (it’s 1am hdhx)!! here’s the other thigh fucking fic <3 sorry it took too long, i was editing it because it was a leg humping fic (i didn’t get the initial prompt😭) but here you go! i hope you would like this one too <333

cw: NSFT, fem reader, smut, teasing/edging, dom/sub tones, a “blink-and-you’ll-miss-it” sub drop scene (dom helps!), fingering, squirting, daddy kink, frat houses, jealous and possessive toji, hinted on-and-off toji/reader relationship, dirty talking // wc: 3.7k // prev // img cr.

Toji fixes himself a homemade cocktail, pouring too much vodka than necessary. He squeezes the lime and dumps it behind him, not caring if it was flung to a poor bastard or if it flopped messily on the floor, busying himself, instead, with sloshing his red cup to mix the drink together, too lazy to go fetch a spoon or anything.

“Yo, what- where’d this come from?” Suguru’s voice rings behind him and Toji turns, confused, only to hide his laughter by drinking from his cup at seeing the used lime pinched between Suguru’s fingers.

“D’hell?” Choso asks, words slurring, slow-blinking at Suguru who only shrugs before throwing it on the sink beside them. Choso parts his lips, probably still going to talk about the used lime, when Satoru whistles.

It wasn’t the catcall type or the impressed type, rather it was low and almost hiss-like. Toji turns to him—they all do, with varying levels of curiosity and nosiness—and in response, Satoru subtly points to whatever caused his reaction. In tandem, they all look up and follow the pale finger, eyes flitting across the throng of people to find a familiar face. Then, Toji sees you.

You are wearing a black mini-dress, one that, Toji notes, is new because he hasn’t seen you wear this yet when you were with him. The dress’s thin straps and the dip of its neckline create a teasing ‘V’ that shows off your cleavage, shimmering skin adorned with the gold initial necklace that Toji bought for you. You look downright beautiful, a sight so breathtaking that Toji’s lungs burn. But Toji has always known that. His friends have always known that. So what was Satoru so put off by?

It was the bastard dancing with you. His hands are resting just above your hips, sliding up ever so slowly as if feeling the curve of your waist. Your hands are thrown over his shoulders, a loose hold that Toji knows doesn’t mean anything intimate. You are swaying along the music and the fucker tries so hard to gyrate along with you, head not moving as if it was locked in place just so he can continue to look at you. Toji gets him, he really does, after all, anyone in your presence would lose track of anything and focus only on you. But that doesn’t mean that Toji’s blood isn’t boiling as the familiar curl of anger swarms in the pit of his gut, like flames licking up-up-up until his senses are completely devoured.

“Easy there,” Suguru says, voice cutting through the fog in Toji’s head. Toji zones back in and sees the crushed solo cup in his fist, smirnoff dripping on his skin. “They’re just dancing.”

Toji scoffs, shrugging Suguru’s hand off his shoulder to reach over the counter and pluck the half-empty whiskey bottle. He studies it for a moment before downing it, letting the familiar burn wash away the remnants of his jealousy.

Satoru tuts. “This is why you should’ve made up with her before the party!”

“Shut up,” Toji grouches, licking his lips. “She said she’d call me.”

“Well, she didn’t and now you’re angry,” Satoru says before slurping loudly from his martini glass. Toji doesn’t even want to know where he got that one.

“Yeah and now she’s leaving with the fella,” Sukuna adds, popping out of nowhere and sliding beside Toji and Choso. He lifts up his hand, the one that is holding a beer bottle, and points. His words simmer in the air before Toji jolts, finally digesting what Sukuna just said. He turns to where Sukuna gestured, frantic and angry once again. The whiskey bottle clatters on the marble tabletop, he briefly hears Suguru yelp as he snags it before it rolls off and shatters on the floor, but Toji doesn’t give it a second glance as he stalks to where you were just standing with the boy, towering frame easily parting the intertwined bodies of his fellow sweaty college kids.

Toji calls out your name, turning his head in every direction to catch a glimpse of your face, your hair, or even the sparkle of your necklace. The anger in his stomach heightens and Toji begins pushing people away, skirting to the bathroom at the end of the hallway before finally turning to climb the stairs.

“Toji?”

He stills, foot hovering over the first stair step almost cartoonishly as he twists his head and sees you standing on the other side of the railing alone, the boy nowhere near you. In seconds, the bubble of anger pops and Toji’s shoulders sag as he pivots and rounds the stair rails to stand before you.

“Hey,” he says, breathily, stalking until you are backed on the wall, head tilted up to look at him.

“Hi,” you whisper back, and Toji watches the way your throat moves as you swallow, lips parting soon after. Fuck.

Toji moves closer, almost not breathing when he is finally pressed on you. He hooks an arm around your waist, the other cupping your cheek, and he sighs in relief when you don't push him back. Instead, you nuzzle your cheek on his palm, glossy lips swiping over the scars on his hand. He bends his head down slowly, eyes still locked onto your big doe ones, not blinking even when his vision turns distorted and sees everything in blurs and doubles. The press of his lips on yours almost sent statics spasming in his veins, like a curling tide that finally engulfed him whole.

It doesn’t take any second longer before Toji is feverishly kissing you, devouring the soft gasps from your lips and swallowing the long drawl of muffled moan that reverberated from your throat. He pushes you on the wall, trapping you with his bigger body, almost crooning when he feels your trembling arms rising to shakily clutch his shirt. Toji sucks on your tongue, purring at your high keen, before finally slowly pulling away. He catches your bottom lip between his teeth, sucking on it lightly as he rests his forehead on yours, and only lets it go when you whine.

Toji straightens his back and studies you, a broken groan crawling from his throat at the debauched sight you make: drool dripping from the corner of your lips, those of which are throbbing red and shiny from his spit. Tears are clumping your eyelashes together, and while your waterproof eyeliner may not have smudged, your mascara was not as successful as it runs almost halfway down your cheeks.

Toji gulps, shifting slightly so that his hardened cock is not pressed into your stomach. “Wanna take this upstairs?”

“Yeah,” you say, nodding softly, flushed cheeks turning even darker.

Toji breathes in sharply. “Okay.”

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Toji pushes you to the door the moment it shuts close, hungrily swallowing the gasp that leaves your lips at feeling your head lightly hit the wood. Being in a separate room does nothing to dampen the booming music outside or the even louder screaming from the others, but neither you nor Toji notice anyway.

You rake your nails across his back, feeling his shirt crumple at every slide of your hands, before finally placing them on the back of Toji’s head, your fingers running through his hair in the way that you know he has always loved. He moans and you smile, the familiarity of hooking up with Toji coming back to you, spiking the pooling in your stomach and the hunger consuming your veins.

His hands slide from your waist to your ass, squeezing through your dress. You squeal in surprise, pulling away from the kiss and hitting your head again. You groan, glaring at him when he chuckles.

“I missed you,” he whispers, voice raw and husky, and you feel your breath hitch, heart and pussy fluttering at the intensity of Toji’s everything. From his forest eyes to the weight of his words, his palms and his feverish kiss—it is all so familiarly enticing.

“Me too,” you whisper back, eyes fluttering at feeling Toji’s hands wandering from your ass to the back of your thighs, stroking and squeezing, as he looks at you like he is drunk off of you alone.

You gasp when Toji’s hand begins sliding down lower only to pause at the hem of your dress, teasing the skin as he flicks his fingers under the cloth and out. Toji hums. “New dress?”

You nod. “I bought it after we broke up.”

“Ah,” Toji says like he didn’t know. “You look beautiful, darlin’.”

You smile at him shyly. “I know- ah!”

Your eyes shoot open, hands fisting Toji’s shirt tighter when his fingers press themselves flat on the lips of your pussy, softly rubbing circles around the wet spot on your panties.

“T-Toji!” You say, whining whenever his fingers would brush against your stiffening clit.

“Shit, baby,” Toji whispers, hot breath tickling your ears. You didn’t even notice him bow his head on your shoulders, lips trailing wet kisses on your neck. “It’s been so long.” His fingers slide past the cloth and rub directly on your wet pussy. You keen, squirming at the heightening pleasure.

“Wanna fuck you,” Toji growls, “Wanna fuck you so hard until your pussy remembers—retains—the shape of my cock.”

Mmh, mmh, mmh is all that leaves your lips, and Toji’s words are not helping the sway of your mind. But Toji acts like he cannot see you losing yourself, his fingers pressing over your pussy but never breaching to thrust in you completely. You whine in annoyance but Toji just continues on.

“Just gon’ fuck you on this door, let everyone hear you moan my name like a bitch. You’d like that won’t you? Want them to hear you scream my name, letting them know that we’re never truly apart—that we’re for each other. You want that, don’t you?”

Fuck, yes, you thought, blinking blearily, your chest heaving as the pleasure continues to rise but never exploding. Never reaching its climax. Toji’s words ring in your head and you moan, wanton and loud, nodding wildly.

“Yeah, you’d want that, don’t you? You’re a slut, for me, aren’t you? Y’loved getting fucked by daddy. Y’loved getting fucked stupid by daddy. That’s alright, doll, I’m here now and I’m gonna fuck you good.”

“Christ, Toji, just fuck me already!” You scream, tears running down your cheeks as frustration bubbles over the pleasure. Toji’s fingers are good, fuck they always are, but they are not enough and you can’t handle being edged right now. Not when it’s been weeks since you two fucked. Not when you missed this goddamn hulking idiot. A sob breaks itself from your throat.

“Wait- no, don’t cry,” Toji says, pulling his hands from underneath your dress and curling them around in you in an embrace. “I’ve got you, darlin’.”

You sniff, burrowing your head on his chest. Your makeup is probably getting wiped right now, but you don't even care as you come down from the frustration. Toji is rubbing his palm on your back soothingly and a wet giggle bursts from your lips. “Thank you,” you utter.

“Of course,” Toji answers. “You just wanna lay down?”

“What, no!” You say, pulling your head from his chest to glare up at him. Toji’s surprised face greets you before his eyes go hooded and his beautiful scarred lips stretch into a smirk.

“Well, isn’t someone desperate,” he chirps.

“You edged me,” you deadpan.

Toji laughs before cupping your wet cheeks, smooshing your face in a certainly ugly crumple. “Cute,” he says.

“Wh’ d’ fu,” you reply.

He laughs again before letting you go and leading you to his bed, warm hand gently clasped on yours.

You’ve been in his frat room for many times now, but it still baffles you to see how empty it is. The walls are bare of anything but the old posters of the frat’s name—Kappa Tau Rho—and they’re still painted the old kensington blue, following Satoru’s then-solo rule, instead of the new benjamin moore colours, which the rest of the frat house is currently painted on, that indicates the dual-ruling of Satoru and Suguru. There is a scattering of papers from his lectures and an empty pack of beer on the floor, but other than that, his room is clean and put-together.

You settle on his bed, toeing your heels off and removing your hair clips, before flopping on his bed. You turn to watch Toji fumbling about his room, looking for something in his drawers and study table. He then pads into the bathroom where more shuffling is heard before finally walking out with a bottle.

“Can’t find my lube but I have this,” Toji says, then he shows you a small bottle of your gingerbread hand cream from Christmas.

“No.”

“But-”

“Toji, scented lotions aren’t safe for the pussy.”

“Oh shit,” he utters, sounding genuinely horrified. “‘M sorry.” Toji throws it behind him before collapsing beside you, using your stomach as a pillow. You thread your fingers through his hair and he hums from where his mouth rests on your dress.

“I really wanna fuck you,” Toji mumbles, voice muffled by your belly.

You hum. “How about spit?”

He shakes his head. “‘M too big, and I might tear you.”

You flush, not even calling Toji out with his humble brag because he’s right. His cock is big, heavy and long. He’s even a grower so that’s saying something.

A shiver travels through your body when Toji’s hand slides underneath your dress again, toying with the laces of your panties. He is stroking the expanse of your skin, feeling them up to the point that the meat of your thighs are dimpling at each caress. You watch as he turns to the stretch of your legs, watching with such ferocity that it makes you tremble with anticipation. You know something’s cooking in that beautiful mind of Toji and so you wait, tampering down the excitement so Toji doesn’t notice your crashing desire.

(He does, anyway.)

“I can fuck your thighs?” Toji finally asks, still not looking away from your legs. Your breath stutters, then a long whine rolls from your tongue.

You catch his eyes widened before they are obstructed by your hands, hiding your blushing face from him in embarrassment. But Toji just pulls your arms away, coaxing you to look at him, and when you do—oh, you think because he looks just as desperate.

Almost panting from holding himself back, Toji begs, “Please, baby, please, lemme fuck your thighs.” His eyes are wide, pupils blown open, and there is something so beautiful at seeing Toji begging for you like this.

Of course you say yes.

Almost like a switch is flipped, Toji yanks himself from where he laid on you to pick up the cream that he deposited on his floor. He throws it your way and you shift so that it doesn’t hit your face. Toji utters a quick apology as he shucks his shirt, pants and briefs off, standing in all his regal naked, all tan skin beauty.

Your mouth waters, legs squeezing close when your pussy flutters. Toji stalks towards you again, deliberately slow and sashaying. You gasp when he pulls your legs, dragging you across his sheets to him. A question is at the tip of your tongue but you stay frozen, simmering in desire, when Toji parts your legs open and settles himself between them.

He is quiet when he slides your dress up, hiking it slowly from your thighs to your groin where Toji groans at seeing your soaked red lacy panties—the ones that you got from him as a gift. He pulls the dress higher, gentle with the fabric and you smile fondly at this simple action. You help him throw it from your arms until you are bare of it, leaving you only in your matching lingerie.

“Beautiful,” Toji mumbles, voice too quiet, almost like he is only talking to himself. “Look at you, so beautiful for me.” You hum, smiling when he finally meets your eyes. His hands are gentle as they pull you close, kissing you from your forehead to your neck, lips ghosting over your collarbones until they meet the red straps of your bra.

“Can I?” He asks.

“Yeah,” you whisper, voice all of a sudden weak. Toji presses another kiss on your shoulder before fiddling with the closure of your bra, his head still tucked on your neck. The hooks pop off with a snap—“I think I broke them-”. “What the hell?”—and then your bra is sailing behind Toji, falling beside his own discarded clothes.

Your panties do not get the same treatment; like he’s finally lost the last remnants of his patience, Toji rips them from your groin and chucks them to the floor.

“Toji!”

“I’ll buy you ‘nother one,” he promises as he pushes you to your side before moving to lay behind you.

Toji hooks a hand on your leg and throws it over his, the cool air more intense on the wet patch on your pussy. You whimper, almost embarrassed at feeling so exposed with the arrangement. The clattering of the lotion cap echoes in the room and you stiffen, excitement coiling in your gut. Maybe because you can’t see Toji but it almost feels like your senses are amplified, ears almost ringing at the sound of Toji’s hands warming up the cool lotion, palms sliding wetly against each other.

You jump when he begins lathering your inner thighs, an aborted, “Shit-” scratches your throat that melts away at Toji’s dexterous hands.

You laugh. “Fuck babe, if you do that any longer, I’d just want you to massage me.”

He grumbles. “Massage later, thigh fucking now.”

You laugh again, almost chirpy, but it all dissolves into a high pitched moan when Toji’s cock slides between your thighs, rubbing against the lips of your pussy. He begins slow, thrusting his hips gently, making sure that his cock ruts against your hardened clit, before gradually increasing speed but, fuck, it’s not enough.

“So tight like this,” Toji grunts in your ears, his grip on your waist tightening. “You feel good everywhere, jesus, fuck.”

Mhmm, you moan, fingers coming up to pinch your nipples, hoping to feel more stimulation. Toji’s cock is thick in between your thighs, long in the way it hits your clit so well even from the back, but there’s something missing and you don’t know what. Tears are pooling at the corner of your eyes, your breath turning ragged as you try grappling for more pleasure.

It’s almost torturous: the pain of feeling good but not enough to send you careening into a frenzy. To be used like this, to be rendered like your pleasure is second to Toji—that is good. But it is unintentional right now, and it is driving you mad.

“Toji, more! Wan’ more, please!”

You don’t even know what it is you are begging for, hoping, in your muddled mind, that Toji knows what you want. What you need.

And he does.

“Fuuuuck-!!” You scream as your head falls back into Toji’s shoulder, body arching in intense pleasure at the feeling of Toji’s fingers sinking in your pussy, driving them in and out so quickly, creating wet noises that ring loudly between you two. Something like a blinding white descended on all of your senses, leaving you twitching and screaming and—

“Shit, baby, look at you squirting on my fingers!” Toji says, crooning and almost manic, hips humping faster into your thighs. His fingers don’t stop pumping in you, thrusting and scissoring, twisting and curving and digging them along the walls of your pussy..

You scream; ah, ah, ah’s filling up the room as Toji fucks you with his fingers, followed by the slide of his thick and long cock curving up against your dripping pussy. It feels so good. Everything feels so good.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” Toji mumbles in your ears. “You’re perfect, such a doll to feel so good with just daddy’s fingers.”

“Daddy—ah!—Toji! It’s so good. So good!”

Toji laughs, half fond and half hysteric. “You’re so wet for me. Fuck, maybe I can even slip my cock in your cunt like this. Just with your pussy juices. You’d love that, don’t you? Wanna feel my cock in your naughty cunt?”

You keen, thighs and pussy squeezing, as you nod. The image spills in your head: Toji driving his raw cock in your messy pussy, using only your juices as lube, his heavy balls slapping on the meat of your thighs and ass, big hands gripping so hard on your waist that they’d leave bruises. So good.

“‘M gon’ cum,” Toji murmurs, voice breaking into a moans as be fucks into your thighs faster, fingers mirroring the pace of his hips. “‘M gon’ stain these pretty thighs with my cum. Gon’ cum on your pretty cunt, paint it prettily because my slut deserves that. Daddy’s girl deserves her cunt cummed on.”

You nod, scratching the sheets as the pleasure rises and rises and, “Gonna cum! Daddy, ‘m gonna cum!”

“Cum for me, baby. Go on.”

You jolt, body tensing as you cum, mouth opened for a silent scream, your eyes blanking at the intensity of your climax. You feel the spray of squirt wet your inner thighs even more, turning the glide of Toji’s cock sloppier and messier. Your legs unconsciously squeeze and Toji curses before spilling on your pussy, just as he promised, thick ropes of white shooting and staining even his sheets and your thighs.

You are still trembling, eyes unsteady and ears ringing, deaf to everything but the crashing pleasure that is still wracking your body. Toji slowly slides his length from between your thighs and you moan in discomfort upon feeling it graze your pussy.

“Shh, I’ve got you,” Toji whispers, voice far away even when he is beside you. You make a noise from your throat, a mixture of question and acknowledgement, and Toji kisses your forehead in response.

“You are so good to me,” he says. “You did so good. Let me take care of you, now. I love you and let me take care of you.”

You garble a hum. Toji understands.

You sleep to the feeling of his gentle kisses and being surrounded by his warm embrace.

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[theperfectlovestory]

You Are My Home

I DON'T OWN THE PICTURE

Information: This will probably have multiple parts but stand alone (?) I'm a bit nervous to post this cause this is a more personal uhh imagines 😂

Summary: It's been a long time since your friends saw you, a lot has change and you are in a better place in your life. Specially the relationship part

Pairings: Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

Theme: fluff

TW: none (?)

Word Count: 2,241

"Hey guys" you greeted, giving a small smile to your friends. It's been a long time since you all had the chance to talk together

Everyone has been busy and since you left your original city 2 years ago, the best you can do is chat with them once in a while

You are confident that the relationship with them is strong but you are sure many things have changed. But change is good, specially since you left with heavy heart and full of uncertainty

Right now you are in a good position in your life, and everyone is free, or at least made sure to make time. But still, the best you can do is video call for now

After 2 years this is the first time you've seen everyone. While they keep in touch and get together once in a while. You just were too far, both physically and mentally

"Hey, long time no see" Steve teased and you chuckled

"Damn you look good" Natasha commented "been taking care of yourself, I see"

You made a face and nodded "happy now I finally hit the gym like you always nag me to?" She chuckled

"Hey, just want you healthy"

"I know, thank you. Your voice is actually what pushed me in training" you leaned on the table, placing your cheeks on your knuckles "I can just hear you berating me for being so weak"

Everyone chuckled, agreeing that she does do that

"But in all seriousness, you look happy" Bucky complimented

Sighing, you nodded, finally at the position in your life where you can actually see yourself having a bright future

"I am, finally got my shit together, mostly at least"

The topic then transferred to your other friends, enjoying their presence even just from the screen. Laughing together just like the old times

"(Y/n)?" You turn your head to the voice, your girlfriend, Elizabeth calling for you coming from the second floor

"Darling, I'm in the dining" you answered and immediately heard footsteps

Without looking at the screen of your laptop, she smiled, excitedly tilt your head by your chin, kissing you deeply

Every one of your friends are stunned. Of course, you never showed them any public display, not like you had the chance anyway since you never really pursued anyone for years you were with them and now here you are kissing Elizabeth Olsen

Very famous actress, part of big filming companies, a producer as well

"Damn (Y/n)..." Natasha whispered and you laughed when Lizzie finally realized you were actually on a video call

"Oh no, sorry baby" she said wiping your mouth and hers with her sleeves, you shake your head to stop her

"You're fine, or not. But Lizzie, meet my friends" you gestured on the screen and Lizzie shyly waved at them. Blush dusting her cheeks as she pursed her lips into a decent smile. Your taste still lingering on her mouth

They said a quick hi to be polite then suddenly spoke all at once berating you for not telling them you are dating "the Elizabeth Olsen". The actress, the girl of your dreams

Then it was your turn to blush when Bucky mentioned that she's the reason you never had any interest in other people. She was just too 'shiny' to you, the other just seemed dull

Elizabeth looked at you with new found love in her eyes as you got bullied by your friends. She can't help but give you a quick kiss on the cheek before apologizing for interrupting your moment with them again

"Oh no, you did not interrupt at all. We probably wouldn't even know she's dating if you didn't come" Tony said and everyone told him to shut up

"It's not like how it sounds, Ms. Olsen. (Y/n) is very proud of you, she just really doesn't like speaking about her relationships" Peter explained and Elizabeth chuckled

"Oh I know, that's why we are not in public anyway" she patted your head "but it's okay. I don't want to drag her in the mess of Hollywood so if you can just keep all this between us" she gave everyone a small smile and they either shrugged or nodded

"No problem" Natasha answered "I'll make sure these idiots don't slip up"

Elizabeth gave them a big smile before she left to get breakfast. Once she is gone though they started attacking you with questions again

"Fine fine" you sighed, finally giving up "we met a few months after I left, I applied to the Marvel Studio as set decorator. I was fixing up the set the night before with a bunch of my coworkers so the shooting will proceed with ease. I'm usually just there at night so when she came looking for her phone, which I actually picked up and was planning to give to the lost and found before leaving, they pointed her to me. I gave it to her, she thanked me and that was it'' you shrugged

"Then how did you two got together"

Pursing your lips, knowing they wouldn't stop anyway you told them

It was the wrap up of the filming for Endgame. The biggest movie you will ever work with if you are honest

A bunch of A-listers are there and a lot of demands have to be met so for the first time, the whole movie you had to be in and out of the sets. You barely slept or ate in the past few months. You apartment even collected dust since all you did there is go home, take a shower, then go out

You mostly slept on set. By the end of the filming your body is screaming for rest. But you kept going anyway. This project is a very big deal for you, specially you lead the look of the set. anything that needs to be changed, moved, removed, added to the set goes through you

So basically, all day you stand in front of the set, watching the designers work their magics and you requesting changes, assessing the atmosphere in pre production and etc. and at night, clean up and set up is a bitch

One morning you were so tired you wanted to pass out there and then when Elizabeth enter the area. She was shooting all her parts today that can be soloed

You tried to keep yourself awake and alert to anything and everything so when you noticed an uneven ramp and props that she will unfortunately stepped on, your body started running before your mind can comprehend what's happening

She let out a squeal when she broke her ankle and fall but before she hit the ground and risk further injuries on her wrist that is sure to break her fall, you were catching her

But your body felt so weak that instead of staying up right, she fell on you. At least she wasn't hurt at any part of her body but you were, you hit your head on impact but it was minor

If ever, it only made you dizzy

She stood up and you did as well. You rubbed your hand on your face, ordering staffs to re-arrange and clean up the set so no more obstacle can cause accidents

You didn't even dare look at her eyes knowing those green orbs will suck your life out of you. You asked her if she's okay, also apologizing for the dangerous set up. It was overlooked that she would be indeed walking in heels, boots but heels nevertheless

"It's fine, I'm fine" she said, smiling but her eyes are full of worry "are you though? You hit your head when you broke my fall" she said, even unconsciously touching it

"Uh yeah..." you awkwardly smiled at her "it doesn't hurt, thanks" you then slowly back away. When the props have been arrange, the shooting started but your body felt so weak you had to call your assistant to cover for you

You went to the area where you always rested and slept. You were out for almost 2 hours when a cough woke you up. You sat up, rubbing your eyes and ask what they need without even looking at them

"I...brought you food, and coffee" your head snapped, looking at the voice you only dream of talking . She had a small and awkward smile and shy look in her eyes directed to you

"I was looking for you where you usually stand but noticed you weren't there" she explained, your face obviously gave your confusion away "I wanted to thank you again, the stunt director said that if it weren't for you, I would most likely break my wrist in that fall"

You slowly nodded, giving her a small smile "well, it was our fault for not triple checking the set"

"No no, please don't do that, accidents happen, I'm just here to thank you. It was me being clumsy too" You look at her with newfound admiration, a firm believer of 'never meet your idol, it will disappoint you'. But it wasn't the case with her at all

You are aware of the rumors that she's actually very kind, down to earth and serious with her job. It's a good rumor considering she is well known and if you are honest, you know deep in your heart it is true, but you never get your hopes up high

If only you met in a different circumstance, maybe you would think of trying to flirt a little but you know your place. This is a work situation and you need to be as professional as you can be. She is still an actress after all, you need to respect her space

It doesn't mean that she is being kind to you, it's an invitation to step into that space of hers. So you muster the most professional smile you can

"Well thanks, it's really no problem" you said with indifference and if you are actually not too much in your head, you will see her frown with the change of tone

She then handed you the food and the coffee "I'd actually like to talk more again sometimes" she said, swallowing the tightness in her throat "maybe for a coffee?"

The invitation did wonders in your body. Your heart is just beating a tad bit faster, your stomach filled with butterflies, your cheeks turning red. All the cliché reactions you can feel, it's there but then you moved and you groaned, your body sore from over work

You were so sure you wanted to say yes, but your body clearly wanted to say no. After this shooting, you just want to drop dead in your apartment and maybe wake up 3 months after

"I'm just so tired recently, I will be no fun" you chuckled, exhaustion dripping on every syllable "but hey, maybe a few weeks after the filming is done, if you are still up for it?"

The sadness of rejection from earlier was turned into a big grin. Her excitement sparkled on her eyes "sure, I'd give you my number then"

You nodded and gave her your phone. She didn't even have to ask for a password because you never put one in. It's easier since you give your phone to your assistants all the time to contact people for updates on props shipments and other business related matter

She excitedly tapped her number, saving it as 'Scarlet Witch' and that made you giggle. Using her screen name that's not even canon yet

"Okay, Scarlet Witch, I'll call you when I finally get some well deserve hibernation, then maybe I'll be more fun to talk to than a usual" She laughed and nodded and you are so sure you can never be more in love with her voice

She then said a few more things before leaving you to rest. You thanked her again for the food and coffee before she disappeared

"I can't believe you almost rejected her" Steve said wide eyed "she's like, your dream woman"

"Oh I can" Natasha said "(Y/n) doesn't hit uncertain, have you ever played with her on anything? All her hits are aces!"

"But it's like the chance of a lifetime!"

"Yeah! That's why you make sure you attack when you know it will hit!"

The two started bickering and you all just watched, laughing at their same old antics. Elizabeth then walk to your side, offering you a fruit bowl for breakfast, you thanked her and then invited her to seat besides you and she did, you kissed her off camera

"What was that?" She chuckled but tried to catch your lips again when you pulled away, you giggled at her pouty face

"Nothing, just suddenly can't believe I'm actually dating you" she sighed, giving you a small smile

"You might think that you're the lucky one but it's actually me" she said, pressing a hand on your cheeks and squeezing it lightly "you make my life whole, (Y/n), you filled the space in my heart where money or popularity cannot"

"And you picked up and fixed my broken pieces" you countered, leaning on her hand that's now just slowly rubbing your cheeks

"I guess we are both lucky then"

"Yeah"

Your eyes both glint the same way. Feeling like you finally found where you belong, in each other. You are home

[whispersatdawn]

on the rebound | jeong jaehyun social media!au | part 8

↳ In an attempt to finally move on from his ex-girlfriend, basketball star Jeong Jaehyun reaches out to Y/N, who he knows has a crush on him.

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a/n: i wasn’t gonna include a written part, but here we are

word count: ~3k

This... feels strange, you thought mindlessly to yourself, as your gaze fixed on the boy seated next to you. He was busy on his phone taking photos of the fading sunset that he barely noticed you staring, which you were quite thankful for because it allowed you to take a look at him just a little longer.

There was no denying that Jaehyun was attractive. To be honest, his beautiful features slightly intimidated you. When his perfectly shaped brows raised in surprise. Or when his dreamy dark brown eyes looked like he was trying to figure someone out. You especially liked it when Jaehyun smiled or laughed. You were confident Jaehyun’s dimples were the culprits of stealing many people’s hearts; those cheek indentations were truly fatal. However, for you, it was simply the occasional, cute nose scrunch. Unlike the dimples, the latter came and went quickly, but it still had an impact all the same.

Despite having been on few casual dates with Jaehyun in the past week, it was difficult to wrap your head around the time spent together, especially since the past two years consisted of you pining over him, after missing the opportunity to act on your feelings and confess to him.

Two Years Ago (First year of college)

"We should rent an apartment and be roommates next semester!”

Your eyes widened at Sujin’s suggestion. “All four of us?” you asked, swiftly spinning your finger once to point at yourself as well as the group seated around you. It was a clear day, so after class, you had a picnic with your friends at the university quad. “My parents helped me pay for campus room and board this year. I don’t know if my part-time job at the fitness center can afford rent.”

After meeting Sujin at the freshman orientation and running into Ten and Johnny in line at a food stand during the school organizations event, you had never had more fun nor felt more comfortable with anyone than you did with them. You remembered studying for hours often with Sujin since you both were biology majors and shared some courses. There was also the time when you attended the university dance team’s fall show and watched Ten’s first solo performance. Of course, though you almost always refrained from physical altercation, you could never forget the day you confronted Johnny’s ex-girlfriend at a party after she cheated on him and showed no remorse, which resulted in hair-pulling as well as Sujin and Ten dragging you out before further troubles. With what you all had gotten through together, there was no doubt that you considered the three to be your closest friends.

“Aren’t you going to apply for the research position with Dr. Kim? I’m sure it pays more,” Sujin said before taking a bite out of her sandwich.

“That’s the plan, but she hasn’t opened applications yet, so I just have to wait,” you sighed, laying down Johnny’s lap. “I think it’ll be fun to live together though!”

“I’ve actually been thinking about living off campus, too,” Ten said, grinning, “so you’d all be saving me from looking for roommates. I’m in.”

“Johnny?” you asked in a sing-song voice, looking up at the handsome male, waiting for his response. You opened your mouth as Johnny fed you a grape and then he leaned back, probably considering the idea.

“Hm... if I say yes, can I bring people over to spend the night?”

You grimaced at him before sitting back up right away while Johnny let out a laugh due to your reaction. “No thanks for the image,” you deadpanned, “though I guess it’d be cruel to deprive you of sex. We’ll all need to obviously talk more about housing and details later...”

“Y/N, behind you! He’s here.”

You instantly froze after Sujin’s announcement. “He’s here?” you mouthed, heart rate picking up, and Sujin confirmed with an eager nod. Pushing the conversation with your friends to the side, your ears were now focused on the sounds behind you. Multiple shoes against pavement. A ball dribbling. Familiar as well as unfamiliar voices chattering. When you tried to discreetly turn around, you found some members of the basketball team on the open court. You immediately spotted Jeong Jaehyun, casually wearing a black hoodie and maroon basketball shorts, playfully shoving a teammate after a teasing remark.

“Oh my god, how did he get even hotter after Spring Break?!” you muttered before turning back to your friends.

Johnny scoffed jokingly. “Hey, hey, keep it in your pants.”

“Also, aren’t you forgetting something?” Ten asked you, nudging his head back to the basketball court.

Oh. Right.

The actual reason you coincidentally (not) picked this day for a picnic at the same time Jaehyun and his friends played basketball.

You and Jaehyun took a Calculus class together the previous semester, and in a room with a little more than 100 seats, you ended up sitting next to Jaehyun. The two of you barely exchanged much words other than when one of you had questions about assignments, but you could not help but be drawn to him anyway. And although he did not have to talk to you outside of class, you always appreciated his greetings whenever you ran into each other at parties or after his basketball games. You thought your feelings were just a temporary infatuation, but your crush only seemed to grow after months, so you made a vow. After Spring Break, you would ask Jaehyun out.

However, now that you saw Jaehyun standing a few feet across from you, you felt like you were going to throw up. You wanted to back out. Abort. “Oh, look at the time!” you laughed nervously, pointing at your wrist that was definitely not wearing a watch. “I forgot I have to study for an exam tomorrow.”

You started to stand up, but Ten yanked you back down to the ground right away, causing you to land on your butt. “Nuh-uh. Don’t think so. Hey, Yuta!”

You shot a look at Ten, sending a quick telepathic message along the lines of Are you fucking serious? before turning back to everyone on the court. Almost all of the guys faced the direction of your group after hearing Yuta’s name called. You found Yuta who waved once he spotted you and your friends. I guess I’m doing this, you thought to yourself, breathing deeply and then mustering the biggest smile you could in that moment.

“Good luck, babe,” Sujin cheered as soon as you stood up and started to walk towards Yuta. The group had already dispersed to different parts of the court, ready to start a game.

“Is there a reason why you texted me if I would be out at the quad today?” Yuta asked as you ran into his arms for a quick hug.

You pulled away and then playfully punched his arm. “Maybe there’s just something about you playing basketball that makes me swoon,” you said, batting your eyelashes at him.

Yuta rolled his eyes, punching your arm back lightly. “Please. I can assure you that from middle to high school, when your parents worked, you had to wait after my practices so my dad could take us home. You’ve definitely used the word miserable to describe it.”

“Okay, but it’s obvious that my presence at your practices have made you into who you are today, right? This university has to thank me for their best shooting guard.”

Yuta grinned. “Alright, just tell me what you want.”

You hummed, rocking back and forth on your feet as you glanced around for the one who has been on your mind. “I actually wanted to talk to Jaehyun.”

“Jeong Jaehyun?”

You nodded your head. Yuta leaned closer, eyes narrowing as if he was trying to assess you. After a second, your friend straightened back up and called for his teammate. “Jaehyun!”

Jaehyun stopped his conversation with another player and turned his attention to you and Yuta, slightly confused, but he walked over to you both. “What’s up?” Jaehyun questioned, catching a quick glimpse of you.

“Y/N wanted to talk to you, so I’ll leave you two to it,” Yuta explained, ruffling your hair as a goodbye before he left you alone with Jaehyun.

You let out a nervous laugh, fixing your hair. It was now or never. With the close distance between you two, you got a whiff of Jaehyun’s cologne—wood, also kind of spicy. “Hey, Y/N. Sucks we don’t have a class together this semester.”

“Yeah, sucks. How was your break?”

Jaehyun shrugged. “I went to Cabo.”

You paused. “Oh.” The wealthy be different. “Cabo. Must’ve been a hell of a time. I thought Haeun’s pool party was something. Not even close.”

"Yeah, Cabo was a great time. So... what did you need to tell me?”

“What?”

“Um, you said you wanted to talk?”

“Oh!” you exclaimed, feeling shy after remembering why you were there in the first place. Your eyes shifted to your shoes, unable to keep eye contact with the boy in front of you. Nervousness as well as excitement rushed through you, and your body felt like it was tingling. It kind of scared you what his reaction would be, but it was what it was. The worse he could say was no. “About that. I—”

“Jaehyun!”

Suddenly, a feminine voice called out his name. You whipped your head around to find a girl with a black long bob and bangs waving excitedly to Jaehyun and then running straight into his open arms. You took a minute to process what was happening. Your first thought was that she was very pretty. Her makeup suited her, especially the burgundy red lip tint. Her body also fitted well in her white tank top and black skinny jeans.

“Hey, babe. What’re you doing here? I thought you were working on your journalism project,” Jaehyun said, happiness evident through the way his face lit up, smiling in a way you had never seen Jaehyun smile before. Arms still around the girl, Jaehyun leaned down to give her a peck on the lips. You quickly averted your eyes, feeling as if you were intruding on the intimate moment.

“Yeah, but I missed you, so I decided to take a break and hang out with you,” the girl answered in the sweetest tone as she pulled away from Jaehyun. She then looked over at you as if she noticed you for the first time. “Who’s this?”

“This is—”

“I was just leaving,” you interrupted.

Jaehyun brows furrowed. “Wait, I thought—”

“Ah, don’t worry about it,” you said a little too quickly, waving your hand dismissively. “It was nothing important. I had a question, but the answer just popped into my head, haha. I, uh, actually have a thing, so I’m gonna go now. Yeah. Thanks, Jaehyun. And nice meeting you—”

“Hyejin.”

“Hyejin. Nice meeting you, Hyejin. Okay, bye!”

You spun around, and your feet picked up pace as you walked away from the basketball court, out the quad, towards the direction of the dorm. Your phone vibrated in your back pocket, likely a call from one of your friends, but you could not help but feel slightly embarrassed after the incident. The last thing you wanted to do was talk about it.

Babe. Definitely way worse than being rejected.

End of Flashback

When you snapped out of your thoughts, you realized that Jaehyun was now staring back at you, with those captivating eyes that sought for answers. “Y/N?” he called out softly.

You felt your cheeks grow warm, slightly flustered that you zoned out while looking at him. “Y-Yeah?” Shit, you cursed to yourself after you choked on the reply, and you cleared your throat before answering more clearly. “Yeah?”

Jaehyun leaned back and chuckled. “I just wanted to let you know I really appreciate you coming to the basketball games again. It’s nice seeing your face in the crowd.”

You smiled. “Of course. None of my roomies except Ten really enjoy watching basketball, but he’s been busy and it’s been fun attending with Mark and Lucas. Also, don’t tell Yuta but I think I gradually started to like basketball because of him. Watching him for so many years, I can’t help but get into it when I see him find so much delight in the sport. He’s insane on the court.”

When you caught Jaehyun’s pout, you let out a laugh. He wanted his ego fed for sure. “I mean, obviously, he’s nothing compared to you, Captain. Come on now.”

“Obviously,” Jaehyun replied, giving you a smug look. Then for some reason, in a few seconds, you caught his expression when his smirk fell. “You know, my ex,” Jaehyun started, absentmindedly grasping at the sand under his hand and letting them fall through his fingers, “she never really attended my games.”

As the sun was about to fully disappear, you heard the sound of thunder rumble in the sky. Looking up, you noticed that dark clouds started to roll in. Was it supposed to rain today, you wondered. “Hyejin?” you asked, returning your attention to Jaehyun. He nodded. Since he brought her up, you might as well have asked your questions and got them over with now. “If it’s okay, can I ask what happened between you two?”

Silence settled between you and Jaehyun when he did not answer right away, which made you feel bad because you did not want to open those wounds again. Another wave of thunder roared. You two would have to return back home soon. You were about to try and change the topic, but Jaehyun spoke first. “She said that the way I loved her bored her. I don’t know. Something about how I always agreed with her and that I never confronted other guys when I felt jealous. Or when I didn’t argue with her, it felt like I didn’t care at all.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.” You did not know what else to say. Breakups were hard. Before you realized, your hand reached over to Jaehyun’s, and you placed yours over his, squeezing it softly. “It’s not place to say... but she didn’t deserve you.”

Jaehyun turned his hand over so that his palm held yours, squeezing back. His lips stretched into a small smile. “Thank you, Y/N.”

You then felt a droplet of water tap on your leg. Then the top of your head. Then your cheek. Suddenly, the pitter patter of the rain became louder as it hit the sand and water. You and Jaehyun looked at each, mouth opened in awe at such misfortune, before the both of you bursted into a fit of laughter. “Wait, did you not check the weather before planning this?!” you exclaimed to Jaehyun with a huge grin on your face as you jumped up, barely covering yourself with your hands above your head.

“Listen,” Jaehyun explained as he also stood up, grabbing the jacket that he brought with him. “did you not check the weather?”

You were not sure if the rush your body felt was due to the unforeseen weather or the way Jaehyun stared at you like he was waiting for you to make a move. With your adrenaline and curiosity, you stepped closer to him. “Are you seriously trying to blame this on your date right now, Jeong Jaehyun?”

Jaehyun leaned closer to your face. You sucked in a breath, aware of the lack of space between you two. Jaehyun took his jacket and covered the top of your head to protect as best as he could from the rain. You grabbed the outerwear, but Jaehyun’s grasp was also still on the jacket. Despite the rain drenching Jaehyun from head to toe, a smile remained on his face. “I’m sorry. You’re right. This was my bad. How can I make it up to you?” Jaehyun asked as his eyes fell onto your lips before looking up to read your eyes. His lips pressed together, and his next question almost turned you into a puddle. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.” It was all Jaehyun needed to hear to release his hold on the jacket and moved his hands to cup your face. Jaehyun’s lips brushed against yours. Soft. His lips were soft. You smelled the familiar scent of his cologne, and it made you even dizzier as you continued to kiss Jaehyun, letting the blossoming warmth consume you. You could not help but smile into the kiss, and when his tongue pressed between your lips, you started to part your lips for him until a loud crack of thunder struck in the sky, prompting you both to pull away from each other.

“As much as I’d like to keep going, I think I should get you home before you catch a cold,” Jaehyun said with a chuckle.

Like a gentleman, Jaehyun walked you all the way to your front door. Though you offered Jaehyun shelter from the rain inside your apartment, he declined, assuring you that his fraternity house was not too far from your place. “Really sorry we couldn’t get that fancy dinner,” Jaehyun apologized. “I knew you were looking forward to that the most.”

You shook your head, reassuring him with a smile. “No worries. I had such an amazing time, Jae.”

He leaned in to give you a quick peck on the lips. “Next time. Now get inside and change into some dry clothes. I’ll text you later.”

“Drive safe,” you told him, and he nodded. As soon as Jaehyun walked away from you, you grabbed your key and unlocked the door to your apartment, calling out to your roommates. “I’m home!”

Sujin was the first one to greet you in the living room. Her eyes widened when she spotted you in your wet clothes, droplets of water dripping from your hair to the tiled floor. “Geez, Y/N! I thought you two were just going to watch the sunset, not get into the water fully clothed.”

You playfully rolled your eyes and passed by Sujin to get to your room. After you closed the door, you ran to your bed and plopped on the mattress, not even bothering to change out of your clothes right away. You unlocked your phone and opened Instagram to view the most recent photos of you and Jaehyun from today, recalling the event that occurred hours ago. Today really happened. Jaehyun kissed me.

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[ryuu-to-sobakasu-hime]

Ryuu to Sobakasu no Hime (Belle) Novel | English Translation | Chapter 2

**This is a machine translation. I put it together by extracting text page-by-page from a .pdf version of the Japanese novel, and running it through Google translate. I have only minorly edited some of the more confusing lines to make it more read-able. It is still a very rough translation, but it’s good enough to understand what’s going on. If there is anyone out there who wants to properly translate the novel, I am more than happy to edit it, if you’ll contact me.**

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Chapter 2: Suzu

"Buhaa!"

I got up from a thin futon and took a big breath.

That made me almost hit my head against the low ceiling. This is a shabby attic in the countryside, with rafters supporting the roof approaching just above the bed. "Ah, ah .... ah ..."

It's morning. The sunlight is dazzling. The feeling of the glittering world up to that point remains. I close my eyelids because I want to reach for the residue. Certainly I was standing at the tip of the whale's nose and singing. Wearing gorgeous costumes, singing freely. When I open my eyelids, in front of me is a smartphone on the sheets with the display turned off. On the dark surface, you can see yourself illuminated by the sun. The faded pajamas I've been wearing since I was in junior high school. Messy hair from sleeping. Half-open eyes.

And the freckles scattered on my cheeks. It makes me very depressed. I sigh. Then, I heard my father's voice from the first floor, "Suzu? What's wrong?" I feel impatient. Of course, this isn't a soundproof room, it's just a miserable 7-year-old girl's room. The only way to prevent the sound from leaking out is to wrap it in a futon. Was my voice louder than usual? If so ... The cold sweat of regret floats on my back. "No, it’s nothing ...!"

I hurriedly reply that while crawling on all fours off the bed. What if he’s suspicious and comes upstairs? No, I don't think he’ll come. I changed into my uniform and went downstairs. I didn't see my father. He may be preparing to go to work. He opened the porch and left the window down to let in the cool morning air. He lightly cleaned the living room and dining room and cleaned up the magazines left on the table. While boiling the water, I put the flowers in the garden in a vase and placed it next to the photo frame in the kitchen. He puts a tea bag in a mug and pours hot water. Steam with the scent of black tea boils. My mother is still smiling in the picture frame today.

I'm eating rice. I was sitting on the porch, drinking tea. Dad, who wore a dark blue T-shirt on his tanned skin, came out to the garage with a backpack containing work tools on his shoulders. "Suzu, I’m leaving." I replied, keeping my mouth on the mug. "... Okay" "What about dinner?" "... I’m fine."

"... I see. Then, I'll go." Dad must have been in trouble. I could understand without looking. The engine of a four-wheel drive vehicle starts. After backing up, it turns back and goes down the slope. The sound of the tires travelling across the pebbles slowly drifts away.

I wonder how long I will not make eye contact with him. How long has it been since I stopped talking properly? I wonder how much time has passed since we stopped eating together. There was a notification sound. A balloon pops up on the screen of the smartphone. "Belle is the best beauty created by the virtual world "U." Languages ​​around the world are translated instantly.

"Very unique and rare song" "Belle's song is full of self-confidence" "The most notable presence in 3 billion accounts"

The text balloons went up one after another, competing for the lead, and in a blink of an eye filled the area around the bell icon. But I have no joy, no sense of accomplishment, no sense of exhilaration. No matter how much attention Belle gets, it doesn't matter. With my mouth in my rimmed mug, I shut myself in my shell. The balloon with one comment swells up significantly. It is one of the functions of balloons to enlarge and display the comments that attract the most attention.

Of the tremendous number of comments, the one that attracted the most attention was "Who is she?" I don't think most people in the world know about it, but Shikoku and Kochi are proud of their rich climate, where the steep mountains that cover them, and of the beautiful blue shining clear streams that flow through the valleys. More than 150 years ago, we produced a number of people who dramatically reformed the long-standing feudal society of Japan, which is also one of our prides. The daylight hours are top class in Japan. Alcohol consumption is also top class. Perhaps because of that, my city’s personality is clear, and is said to be friendly and cheerful. But even in such a situation, some people are dark and are always looking down. One of them is me. My house is in the corner of a village with about 30 houses on the slope of a mountain.

A river called the Niyodo River runs ahead of me, and is connected to the opposite bank by a subsidence bridge. A subsidence bridge is a bridge without balustrades, and is designed so that it will not be washed away even if the river rises and the bridge sinks. I cross it every day unless this bridge sinks. The flow of the Niyodo River is still quiet and blue today. Occasionally tourists come by rental car and take a number of pictures on the subsidence bridge, saying that it's beautiful. It's a nice village, isn't it? They do not know the truth of the area. With the school bag on my side, I go down the stone steps and walk on a steep slope. A neighbor's grandmother who was sweeping and cleaning used to call out to me, "Oh, Suzu-chan, good morning," and so on. But not now. The shutters of many homes are tightly closed.

The number of people who live here gradually decreased as they died or moved to the city. There are many such settlements in the Niyodo River basin. It is said that it is near here that a sociologist coined the term "marginal village" long ago. I've been told many times since I was little that adults say that the number of people has decreased surprisingly compared to the village’s peak population. It is at the forefront of a declining population, declining birthrate and aging society, faster than anywhere else in Japan. That is an unmistakable fact. There is a stop at the end of the national highway after going up the slope. The rusty timetable at the bus stop only shows times in the morning and evening.

It's not yet time. After a while, the bus came. I sit in the usual seat at the back of the bus. No one else is in the bus. Passing through the stops one after another. No one is on board. While the bus is shaking, I dimly look at the bulletin board near the driver's seat.

"This bus route will be discontinued at the end of September.”

I live in a place where no one wants to live. It stands right next to a steep cliff approaching the rough sea. I reach the end of the bus route and transfer on to a train.

High school and junior high school students in uniforms from other schools come in little by little at each station. The closer you get to the center of the city, the less visible the floor is, and the two-car train fills up with customers. An announcement in the car tells me the name of the station I should get off at. I see many students of the same uniforms on the way to school. Together we climb a gentle slope. I am one of them. That gives me a lot of peace of mind, maybe.

The summer sunshine is dazzling. Last fall, the brass band was playing in front of the symbol tree in the courtyard. Many students surround it and listen to it. The announcement of the brass band is always popular. It's not just about playing. All players take steps as they perform. It's a lively and fun dance. All the instruments have the steps perfectly matched, yet the performance does not get twisted or shaken. I and Hiro-chan (short for Hiroka) also listened to it from the veranda on the 2nd floor of the gymnasium. When the first song ended and the second song started, a slender tall, beautiful girl was holding the alto saxophone in front of her. She came out. She shook her long, loosely waved hair and played her solo without any disturbance, taking attractive steps from side to side.

"……Cute."

I instinctively say it aloud. Luca-chan - her full name is Ruka Watanabe – I am sighingly fascinated by the lively beauty of her. I can hear the voices of other girls watching on the same balcony.

"Luka-chan is the princess of our school, isn't she?"

"She’s slim and has long legs.”

"Even if she wears a uniform, she look like a model."

They nodded together, saying, "Right~?”

Hiro-chan has a voice that only I can hear next to me, "The jealousy of kids who are neither thin nor slender...,” turning the pages of her book. The girls' voices can be heard continuously.

"Luka-chan naturally acts as a coordinator for everyone."

"I'm sure everyone will come together like Ohisama," Hiro-chan frowned at the back of her silver-rimmed glasses. "They’re annoying. In that respect, Suzu is like the opposite of Luka, so it's easy for no one to come near us."

"Hi- Hiro-chan…"

"Hmm?"

"You have a poisonous tongue, I wonder if you can be a little kinder....."

"A poisonous tongue? Who?" At that time, a loud voice that interrupted the performance echoed in the courtyard. "Why don't you join the canoe club?" Everyone looks back. "It's Kamishin!" "Kamishin has arrived!"

Kamishin – full name Shinjiro Senzu - has a canoe paddle in his hand and a banner with "CANOE" written on his back, and appears randomly.

"Oh, senpai. What about the canoe club?"

"Wow! Stop, Kamishin!"

"Don't enter, that's it." He chased the boys, and then laughed and ran away. Then, he turned around and headed for the group of girls.

"Hey, why don't you do canoeing?"

"Kya ~~~!" The girls scream seriously and run away.

"Oh, hey, let's do some canoeing!"

"Dangerous, run away~"

He is serious, but the reaction around him makes the Kamishin look like a weirdo. He’s like a beast that jumps into beautiful women and rampages.

"Hey, canoe ..."

Watching the girls run away, I feel like defending the hard work of Kamishin.

"It's amazing to start a canoe club by yourself, isn't it?"

"But he's the only one in it."

"I wonder why.”

"I wonder~”

Hiro turned her eyes to Luka, who seemed to be anxious about the hustle and bustle while playing. Luka stiffened and turned her back to Kamishin as if she didn't want to see him. Hiro-chan does not overlook the gesture. She closed her book and turned her stern eyes to Luka. “You’re being looked down on.”

We left the gymnasium and wandered around the school. Chorus club, biology club, light music club, dance club. Various club activities. The activity was appealing to each. As I crossed the glass-walled corridor, I heard the cheers and applause of the girls from somewhere.

10N1 was held at the one-on-one outdoor basketball court. It is a solicitation performance of the men's basketball club. A ball is thrown into the court for the next game. You can see a boy in a hoodie who catches it with a lean hand.

"Ah ..." The game starts. Shinobu-kun, full name Shinobu Kutake, slowly dribbles and watches the situation. The opponent's senpai is raising his right hand as a checker, being wary of the jump shot. Shinobu lowers his hips. Shinobu tries to pull out with a low dribble, but the opponent's guard is tight and he withdraws. When he thinks he has stopped Shibobu, he suddenly shoots a jump shot from a short motion.

He’s fast. The senior hurriedly reached out with his fingers spread out, but he couldn't reach Shinobu. The previous move was a feint. The ball drew a beautiful arc and passed through the goal net. The girls lined up in the corridor on the 3rd floor gave an enthusiastic applause. But Shinobu doesn't even smile. His coolness is attracting attention from girls in school. Before the applause stopped, the court had already moved on to the next game. Shinobu-kun, while measuring the timing, dribbles low to push the defense away. As if to say that you can't win even with power. If you forcibly cut in and pull out the senior in a blink of an eye, you will definitely go to the layup. There is a pleasant sound of the ball slipping through the goal net. Again, the girls' applause echoed on the walls of the school building. I told Hiro-chan,

"........ Shinobu-kun, I didn't think he would be that tall."

He’s my childhood friend.

"He was your childhood friend?"

"Ohon. Actually, I've been proposed to by Shinobu-kun."

"Seriously? What?"

"[Suzu, I'll protect you], he said.”

"When was that?"

"When we were 6 years old."

"....... Even if such an ancient story is spoken…"

Astonished, Hiro sighed. Another goal was scored. In the applause, Shinobu-kun, who finished the game, went out of the court alongside his senior without even smiling. Shinobu-kun, my childhood friend. He’s no longer within my reach.

I came back from school and crossed the subsidence bridge. I was with Shinobu from kindergarten through the lower grades of elementary school. After that, Shinobu moved to the city and we were separated. He was in my high school and we became classmates again. But it isn’t like it used to be. At that time, I didn't expect to become a child who is always looking down like I am now. There is a reason why this happened. I saw the quiet stream of the Niyodo River. Yes. That is an ancient story. A white bird passed low on the surface of the water.

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https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Dcx2NedPVBEdbfQaU-WC0pJMRmn20ASn7HSC0KY9R7E/edit?usp=sharing ~ Google Doc of the English-translated novel.

ryuutosobakasuhime.wordpress.com ~ English fan-site for Ryuu to Sobakasu no Hime where translations, scans, and other content is posted.

[ectonurites]

Conner Kent in Suicide Squad/the Infinite Frontier era: wtf is going on

Alright lads hello I just need to type out some theories/thoughts about what’s going on with my boy Kon right now. This is more for myself than anything else (just trying to organize my thoughts) but since some of y’all like to hear me talk about comics (and some of this discussion has already been happenin in my inbox) I figured i’d format it and put it on here too! its like 4k words and written over the last few days mostly at 3am. sorry <3 

this is basically just me going like

Also fair warning that like, I can be wrong and misinterpret things just as much as anyone else can, like I use panels to support why I think what I do but a lot of this stuff is subjective/complicated to understand so like... in general somethings should be taken with a grain of salt, especially because exactly what changes to the universe were made by Death Metal/Infinite Frontier haven’t been super super clearly defined yet. Also sometimes comic writers make the most random nonsensical shit happen, so I as a fan am also allowed to theorize about random nonsensical shit.

But to start: let’s backtrack!

Many months ago when Infinite Frontier was first announced they dropped some promotional art, and I remember being a little confused because. Well:

(Variant Cover spread for Justice League (2018) #59)

(Variant Cover spread for Superman (2018) #29)

Notice how Conner is back to his Teen Titans 2003 look up top, but in his YJ 2019 look at the bottom? This seemed weird to me! But then they announced that Conner would be part of the Suicide Squad ongoing title, in the T-shirt look, so I wrote this discrepancy off in my brain as ‘oh I guess that cover was just the last hurrah for punk Kon’ and moved on with life.

In Suicide Squad right away we learn he’s very much so there against his will:

(Suicide Squad (2021) #1)

Which corroborates more or less what we were also shown in Future State: Suicide Squad, although admittedly it tells... a slightly different version of the events. When I first saw both of these together I just chalked it up to being a bit inaccurate as it’s shown as a memory in Future State:

(Future State: Suicide Squad #2)

Issue 2 we saw him in action with the Squad, trying to do his best to still be a hero despite the team, but things get a little more interesting in the following issue. It starts off with an account of his history

(Suicide Squad (2021) #3)

This page gave me a few immediate red flags, mostly minor things that had to do with coloring, so more irl problems than things to take seriously in-universe (Kon’s pants are the wrong color in the first Superboy shot, and Bart’s Impulse costume is in Kid Flash colors instead of the correct Impulse ones) but then also it just bugged me the phrasing “he joined Young Justice” when he was a founder of the team, he didn’t join it he made it with Tim and Bart.

But again, chalked that stuff up to just.... writers/artists being inconsistent/unaware of things that they should be aware of, or even Nocturna just not being specific with details. But it did still strike me as a little odd considering the very accurate use of villains in those same shots, Scavenger who was a reoccurring bad guy from Kon’s solo days and showed up basically nowhere else (even holding the Spear of Lono and everything!) and Billy/Harm (Greta’s brother) from Young Justice.

But then a few pages later we got this:

(Suicide Squad (2021) #3)

Which is interesting. My first instinct was to think he’s being drugged w kryptonite or something thats leaving him hazy/out of it, but my thoughts on that have kinda changed, we’ll get there in a bit. But in general the context of ‘something’s wrong’ made the slight discrepancies on some details of his own history make more sense.

I also want to then bring up the next part to this story, the crossover issue in Teen Titans Academy.

(Teen Titans Academy #3)

So a few things. Does it feel weird to anyone else that Conner Kent, a known previous Titan who literally has a framed picture of himself in a case there, would set off alarm sensors like that? Wouldn’t he be... recognized as a Titan not an intruder by their sensors? Interesting! Anyways.

He looks really pained looking at that picture, and sad, and almost frustrated, which ya know makes sense and hurts my heart because he misses them! He misses his friends and being happy. 

But, importantly for a criticism I wanna make thats less theory related and more just me bein annoyed at Tim Sheridan, that’s a picture of Conner. Right there. That’s Superboy, on display at Teen Titans Academy, so the people who frequent this building would know who he is and what he looks like and be able to recognize him, he’s even in the same outfit and everything. Alinta recognized him at the end of Suicide Squad #3. 

So why does only one person during this big fight then comment on his presence?? Why doesn’t it get a bigger reaction???

(Teen Titans Academy #3)

And after the fight we don’t see any on panel moment of Wallace going up to the staff Titans (who weren’t present for the fight) and saying like “HEY NIGHTWING UHHH SUPERBOY WAS WITH THE SUICIDE SQUAD?” we just see him talking with his friends upset about Crush leaving. We see Alinta talking to them but we don’t see the exact dialogue. So I do just wanna take the writer by the shoulders and shake him a little bit and ask WHY because that just feels like... something you’d wanna address on panel! This is like the first time since joining the squad that Kon’s at all in contact with people from his life before Waller got involved, I feel like not addressing those people’s reactions to it/not discussing it at least a little bit on panel (especially when Conner CAME UP in the previous TTA issue, Dick brought him up and everything!!!) is a really odd choice. Maybe it’ll happen next issue and i’m just impatient, but who knows. Anyways, gripes with Sheridan aside, lets move on.

I wanna bring up how Conner... doesn’t really respond to Wallace’s question? At all? Except to just fight him off, not even an attempt at a ‘Sorry’ or anything? (the ‘Ha! That all you got?!’ seems to be coming from Culebra not Conner, although the placement of the bubble is vague enough it could be that it was supposed to be Conner? but it seems more like what she’d say, especially as she’s grabbing Emiko like that) That just feels weird. It feels off. In general he speaks so little in Suicide Squad #3 and this issue. Tbh it almost feels like he doesn’t really recognize Wallace which I mean I suppose they never exactly met (they would have theoretically during Death Metal, basically all past/present Titans were together for a while during that), but Kon’s been back in existing long enough he’d have a sense of who current heroes are anyways.

But right, so, lots of little things that feel weird... that gets us caught up to the most recently released comics... but in this household we look at solicits as they drop. Which gives us some info on what’s coming up a few months ahead of time, albeit without full context obviously. Issues #4 and #5 don’t mention Conner in their descriptions or show him on the covers at all, because there’s just other plot things going on, so ya know seems things will be quiet for him for a bit.

But then we got the August solicitations and oh BOY it’s a doozey for him! And some things start to kinda connect perhaps!

I want to just take a moment to look at that specific wording. “The teen calling himself Conner Kent” I’m probably reading too much into it but that feels deliberate, like why wouldn’t you just say ‘Conner Kent’? Usually these kinds of descriptions are trying to keep a low word count, not add in extra words that don’t need to be there. It makes it feel like that’s a name he’s using that... doesn’t actually belong to him.

So the theory I want to propose (that has been floating around already) is that based on these covers and the description, and how the Conner we’ve been seeing in Suicide Squad apparently talks about his own personal history like he’s ‘reading a wikipedia entry’ and had little response to people he should be aware of like Wallace and apparently isn’t recognized as a Titan through a bio-scan and also bearing in mind those initial promo arts with two separate looks at the same time for him... I think we're looking at a situation where the Conner in Suicide Squad so far has actually been a clone of original Conner (like... like he’s Match 2.0 or somethin) the whole time, that’s just not aware he’s not the original. 

Now that’s the base theory I wanna work with and build off of, but there’s MANY different directions that could go in/ways that could work.

For example, one idea is that the Conner we saw in #1 who was chained up is the original Conner, and he’s been being cloned and held captive, so everything else with Conner in Suicide Squad so far has been this Match 2.0 

Another idea could be the original Conner in #1 is also the Conner in #2 who Waller had then commented wasn’t ready during the mission in Arkham and had zapped with a lil Kryptonite, and after that moment she took him off the field because his spirit hadn’t been broken enough to be obedient (as he was a lot quieter in Issue #3 & the TTA crossover compared to #2, and #3 is when the Nocturna thing with the history happened)

Or it could even be original Conner in #1, then in #2 was one clone that wasn’t ‘ready’ that after that point she stopped using him, and switched to a diff clone for #3, because like that first cover did show a LOT of clones. That could be more just ‘artistic interpretation’ or something, covers sometimes do exaggerate/mislead, but it also could indicate we’re looking at a lot of clones.

(Suicide Squad (2021) #2)

With all of those in mind I also wanna bring up this little bit from Future State Suicide Squad:

(Future State: Suicide Squad #2)

Again Future State is a ‘possible future’ so stuff from it isn’t set in stone, but the idea of ‘she still has his YJ 2019 outfit somewhere’ makes me think it could be something along the lines of like, Clone!Conner finds original Conner and frees him and he gets back his YJ outfit, which could lead to like the imagery on that variant cover/the idea from my very first part of this post where I was talking about Kon being shown in both outfits in different places.

Alternatively entirely from all that, another option is that she maybe got ahold of what was needed to clone Kon, but doesn’t even have the original Kon in her possession. (again with the Future State thing, she could be lying since elsewhere in Future State we did also see a copy of YJ 2019 Kon’s costume in one of the Jon-focused Future State comics in a display case 🤷‍♂️) Which could also lead to that confrontation on the variant cover & the promo art thing... and could also explain why we have seen nothing about anyone looking for him, because in that sort of scenario he wouldn’t have even been missing in the first place.

There’s a lot of possibilities! It’s still too early to solidly know anything, but I feel pretty confident we’re entering another cloning related plot with our Clone Boy so it’s... ya know. Clone time. On the one hand it’s annoying because god we have done clone/multiple Kons plots before. We’ve done them so much.

BUT on the other hand, I think it could be interesting to use this situation to tie into some older stuff from pre-reboot that I can see some connections to, because due to Infinite Frontier altering the world and people’s memories it’s all technically fair game storytelling-wise again (and like, the use of Scavenger specifically in that flashback way above, who’s not a super well known villain in general, makes me think maaaaybe the writer did do some of their Kon homework)

Something also just dawned on me that i’m not quite sure what it means but still is worth mentioning: The Conner here in Suicide Squad is back in his Teen Titans Vol. 3 outfit, and his history as he tells it stops during Teen Titans Vol. 3. And doesn’t... mention when he died? It feels like it... stopped before that, because like I feel if he was telling his life history (even the wiki version LMAO) the part where he died and came back would be pretty important to bring up?? And Nocturna specifically says that he didn’t explain how that stuff from TT Vol. 3 then led to him in his current situation. That’s a pretty big gap (like uhhh everything from resurrection until he got lost on Gemworld + all the rest of the Young Justice 2019 stuff?) So like.. there could be something funky going on here that has to do with that. 

Similarly when he flashes back in Future State: Suicide Squad to his past it also goes right from Teen Titans Vol. 3 to the current Suicide Squad run? Like I get it’s one page so they can’t show that much, but the fact that there’s now two places that flash back to that same specific time period and nothing past it until the Suicide Squad feels just... noticeable! Not concretely indicative of something, but noteworthy.

(Future State: Suicide Squad #2)

Like...this almost has me thinking maybe it could be something where like, they tampered with his dead body and cloned from that? BECAUSE, for those of you who may not be familiar with how Kon’s resurrection (during Final Crisis: Legion of 3 Worlds) worked, when he came back there was time travel involved! He was brought back to life in the future (like. Legion of Superheroes era) because it was a process that took that thousand or so years to work/heal him (essentially because of his hybrid dna the process that healed Clark when he had died back in Death of Superman/Reign of the Supermen in the 90s just took a lot longer, but its the same Kryptonian healing chamber thing) meaning when he came back to the present alive again, his dead body was still also in the present just in it’s process of healing. Meaning especially if we’re bringing back stuff from before the reboot, Kon likely has his dead body just vibing out there while he’s goin around living life 🤷‍♂️

SO them doing something related to that could explain the choice to put him back in the T-shirt (since thats what he wore in the era his brain would be caught up to if we’re relating this to when he died) and why he’d recognize himself in a group photo with Bart, Cassie and Tim but maybe not someone like Wallace who didn’t exist back then. I don’t know, this branch of thought is still half baked. Will maybe come back and elaborate on this later. But I’m now really thinking there might be a connection to the early Teen Titans Vol. 3 era specifically because of it being referenced twice in stuff with this Suicide Squad.

ANYWAYS moving on, this is probably a shot in the dark and I only thought of it because I just was reading 90′s Superboy, but right away when thinking about ‘Amanda Waller’ and ‘Cloning Kon’ I was reminded of some stuff about the circumstances around the first clone that was made of Conner: Match.

(Superboy (1994) #35)

Match was created by an organization called ‘The Agenda’, that was after a while primarily under the control of The Contessa, Lex Luthor’s ex-wife, aided by Amanda Spence who had a personal grudge against Kon bc her dad was Paul Westfield the guy Kon was originally cloned from (before the Lex/Clark retcon). They were the big bad guys of an arc called The Evil Factory in Superboy (where Cadmus personnel got replaced with clones) which also then tied into the Sins of Youth event over in Young Justice (Remember how Match was posing as Superboy for a while there? yeah). After those plot lines finished the Agenda was pretty defeated (Amanda Spence was still out there and came back later but still) and... who got their hands on the remaining Agenda tech?

(Superboy (1994) #87)

Why none other than Amanda Waller herself!

If they re-canonized pieces of this (which also tied into Young Justice which ya know, YJ 2019 was all about re-establishing stuff from YJ even before Death Metal happened soooo) it would totally make sense for Waller to have complete access to the exact technology used to clone Conner before. 

Now, a thing to consider here though is what happened to Kon after he’d been cloned that first time, where his DNA got all destabilized by the process (and he needed to go through a procedure with Roxy as a genetic template to keep him together, which was how he got stuck at age 16 for a while). This was something where he was fine for a period of time before the side effects began to kick in. Now, I think it’s worth mentioning that was also back in the days where he was not yet Lex & Clark’s clone, but still Paul Westfield’s. So there could easily be a ‘now that certain Kryptonian genes have kicked in as he got his newer powers it doesn’t destabilize him the same way’ reasoning or something along those lines to avoid this problem. Alternatively, it could be an interesting thing to embrace rather than retcon away, especially if we’ve been seeing Clone Conner in action and Original Conner hasn’t been in our focus, things could be wrong with him that we just don’t know about.

Another branch of thinking that I think is even MORE a shot in the dark but could be interesting (or again even related to what I just said, could be a combo of things) is if this somehow ended up related to those clones that were reverse engineered from the remains of Match from the very end of Teen Titans Vol. 3

(Teen Titans (2003) #99)

All of them were then taken down with Kryptonite and killed in battle (by Rose & Damian) 

(Teen Titans (2003) #100)

But like... idk man if Waller got her hands on those corpses or even just the data from Dr. Caligan that he extracted from Match to make them... that could also be a potential way to make some new Conner clones, and that could be why the bio-scan thing at Titans Tower wouldn’t work properly because of the thing he says above about it not being a “complete match’

One thing I don’t think is the case, but has been brought up to me, is stuff with New 52 Kon. I’ve talked extensively about New 52 Kon in recent weeks because I read through all his stuff, but the thing that makes me shy away from him being part of this situation is the fact that... he’s not interchangeable with Kon the way I think some people think he is. He wouldn’t visually be recognized as Original Kon because he is literally on a genetic level a separate person. They’d prob look related, sure, like they’d pass for brothers because they both have Clark’s DNA, but New 52 Kon has Lois’ DNA and Original Kon has Lex’s. New 52 Kon would likely look more like Jon, rather than Kon. Lois specifically commented in an Action Comics issue that Kon had some resemblance to Lex, even. So like, things like Wallace recognizing him or him looking at his own matching reflection alongside the group picture at the Tower... those wouldn’t happen the same way if this was New 52 Kon.

Now I think it coooould theoretically be possible for Waller to have gotten her hands on that future N.O.W.H.E.R.E. cloning tech that had been used to make New 52 Kon, like I wouldn’t rule that out. Because she knows where the remains of their bases are as shown in Red Hood and the Outlaws (2016) #16-17, and like, Harvest is dead so she could easily just send teams out there to gather shit if she wanted. 

Onto some other things I don’t think are actually related but that I was reminded of/wanted to address:

I feel i’d be a bad timkon fan if during all of this discussion of past stories with cloning Kon I didn’t even bring up Tim’s cloning attempt stuff, but I think it would ultimately be unrelated. His tech was stolen from Luthor, and his attempts didn’t succeed because he was trying to build from scratch without Cadmus’ the data about how they altered the DNA from the original process. 

(Teen Titans Vol. 3 #34)

Then that initial cover for the annual really reminded me of part of the Hollow Men story from Superboy Vol. 5 just with like... Kon in a room full of copies of himself. I don’t think this story would be related either because it was more magic Tannarak stuff rather than regular cloning, but ya know. It’s the imagery.

(Superboy Vol. 5 #9)

It also really reminded me of the stuff from Hyper-Tension which was hypertime stuff not cloning but again just... visually.

(Superboy Vol. 4 #62)

In general I don’t think we’re EVER gonna see Black Zero or any of these multiverse Superboys again LMAO.

To try to sum up all of this in a way that might make sense here’s kinda a... flowchart of some of my main ideas for what the cloning situation could be/how the logic could work. Again this is borrowing stuff from across continuities because Infinite Frontier means theoretically anything’s fair game. (Also I don’t think I mentioned this earlier but I do mention it in the chart, but I think it’s also reasonable that Waller could get her hands on Cadmus tech if Cadmus is like properly made canon again. She just has funky government connections!)

Also I just now thought of this now several hours after I already made the chart and I don’t wanna remake it so sorry not incorporating it there but I remembered there was also that bit during House of Kent where Clark took Kon to the Hall of Justice and they were running some tests on him, so I’m thinking it’s also possible Waller got ahold of that data/that might be how she found out about Kon in the first place for this timeline. And they indicated that there was something wrong with him there, where he might eventually lose his powers or something, so maybe she tried to do cloning stuff to be able to have a copy of Superboy in his prime or something??? before that started kicking in. I don’t know, just more things to consider:

(Action Comics (2016) #1028)

ANYWAYS in conclusion: there is clone fuckery of some sort happening, I’m curious where it’s gonna go, and I just want Kon to be okay.

If you actually read this uhm. props to you bc this probably makes no sense to anyone but me its just word vomit <3 

[wendimydarling]

Who’s in Charge?

Title: Who’s in Charge?

Summary: What happens when Illya’s authority gets tested?

Pairing: Illya Kuryakin x Napoleon Solo x Gaby Teller

Word Count: 3048

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Blowjob. That’s it.

A/N: Okay, a little background on this one might be needed. Gaby is in a formal Dom/Sub relationship with Illya Kuryakin. They have invited Napoleon Solo into the relationship as a second Dom, but it’s Illya that holds the reigns. This was originally written for another story but never panned out, so I changed some things around and made it a one shot. If anything’s unclear, don’t hesitate to ask! As always, I’m open to constructive criticism, and if you want to be added to the tag list or I forgot to tag you, just let me know!

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Gaby was exhausted. Her work day had been long and arduous, full of customer complaints and sexual innuendos from her male co-workers. Someone had let slip the nature of her relationship with Illya, and now it seemed that every human in the office with a penis was suddenly interested in her "as a person". Needless to say when she left that evening she had a headache, and she supposed a little bit of heartache too. People would never understand. 

When she arrived at Illya's apartment, he and Napoleon were in the living room, arguing heatedly over whatever game was glaring at her from the iridescent tv screen. A few empty beer bottles sat abandoned on the coffee table; Gaby guessed the game was too exciting for the guys to take a break and add to the collection.

Her presence unnoticed, she wordlessly slipped into the kitchen and poured herself a large glass of wine. After downing most of it, she poured herself another full glass, then watched her lovers while she put the bottle away. Illya was standing at this point and Napoleon was so close to the edge of the couch he seemed about to fall off it, both of them yelling at their team through the television as if their words could be heard by the coaches. Gaby shook her head and smiled, conceding to the fact that she would never understand men and sports.

She pulled two beers from the fridge and opened them, took them over to the guys, and placed a bottle in each man's hand and a gentle kiss on each of their stunned lips. 

"How long have you been home?" Illya asked her, clearly confused. Napoleon remained quiet as he leaned back across the couch and took a swig of his beer, quite entertained by the fact that he and Illya had been caught by surprise. 

"About ten minutes ago," Gaby responded, laughing at Illya's expression. She exchanged a glance with Napoleon as he laughed with her. Illya was rarely caught off-guard and did not like it, nor did he like being laughed at, both of which she knew she would pay for later. For now though, she was enjoying her brief moment of triumph.

Napoleon was still laughing, and Gaby focused on him. He had a beautiful laugh, deep and throaty, and the lines around his eyes told her that he laughed often. She liked that about him, his enjoyment of life; she would give anything to see the world in a humorous light. His eyes twinkled and he winked at her, sending a slight pang of arousal into her now tipsy belly. She gave him her best seductive grin, then turned back to Illya.

"Work was hell today, so I'm going to take a bath," she told him. The look on Illya’s face at her lack of request kicked her submissiveness into high gear. 

"Need anything else before I do, sir?" She offered, looking at the floor and hoping that it was enough to satiate him. He came over to her and tilted her head up, forcing his gaze to his. 

"No, I'm fine. Next time come greet me first," he commanded her, his tone authoritative. Gaby breathed a sigh of relief and, noting the anger still lurking behind the hazel in his eyes, leaned forward to kiss him, satiating him for now. 

"Yes sir. Well, I'll be in the bathroom then," she stated, and turned once again to Napoleon. 

"Feel free to join me when your game is finished," she smirked at him, lingering on his gaze as long as she dared. Looking once more to Illya (who was too busy glaring at Napoleon to look back), she grabbed her wine and headed to the bathroom.

The bath was luxurious. Gaby had long since finished her wine and felt relaxed and uninhibited, letting the delicious scent of candles, the hot water, and the soft music soak away the stresses of the day. She let herself doze, her body weightless in the water. Gaby was close to sleeping when the door flew open loudly, startling her awake. Illya and Napoleon walked in, both sporting a mischievous grin on their face.

"What are you doing?" She asked, receiving no answer. The guys exchanged a glance, and then all Gaby could do was stare wide-eyed as she watched Ilya slowly begin to undress Napoleon, peeling Napoleon's shirt up over his head. Her mouth fell open into an 'O' as Illya removed Napoleon's pants at a snail’s pace, then came back up and did the same with his boxers. She tried to look away from Napoleon's erection (which was growing harder by the second at the sight of her naked in the water), but the amount of alcohol she had consumed that night prevented her from being discreet. She thought back to the few times Napoleon had joined her and Illya, and Gaby realized that though she had felt him, she had never actually seen Napoleon fully naked before.

"Boy, you really can't take your eyes off of his dick, can you?" Illya remarked, jealousy evident in his voice. It did nothing to sway Gaby's stare however, her eyes remained fixed to Napoleon's lower half. Illya addressed Napoleon. 

"Told you she was a cock-lover. Look at her salivating, I bet she can't wait to take you in her mouth." Gaby’s arousal sparked at the filthy words and she squirmed, but she waited to see what Illya's plan was. She looked from him, to Napoleon, to Napoleon's cock, back to Illya, and finally landed on Napoleon's face. He met her gaze proudly, no shame written anywhere on his handsome features. Her gaze shifted down again and came to rest on his member. She licked her lower lip then bit down on it, and was rewarded with an involuntary twitch from Napoleon.

Illya seemed extremely agitated then, watching the exchange between Gaby and Napoleon. 

"Well go ahead and join her, tell her what you want her to do," he huffed, perching himself on the countertop to watch. Gaby understood then; Illya wasn't punishing her, he was punishing Napoleon. Illya knew her skill, had told her more than once that she was the best blow he'd ever had, and she guessed that Illya wanted to establish who the higher-ranking Dominant in this triangle was. Gaby looked at Illya, and Illya gave her a look that told her what she was supposed to do. She became a temptress and sat up, splaying her legs and resting her hands on the floor of the tub. She pressed her breasts together with her arms, and crooked a finger towards Napoleon with a "come hither" motion.

Napoleon looked at Gaby, eyes dark with desire. 

"I heard you were fairly talented with your mouth," he purred, slinking towards the tub. She inwardly laughed at his naivety as he lowered himself slowly into the hot water. He had no idea what he was in for. 

"I might be," she teased, swinging her legs behind her and grazing his stomach with her breasts as she slid up to lightly kiss his jaw. "Depends on who's asking."

Gaby placed another soft kiss on Napoleon's lips this time, waiting for him to command her. 

"Well then love, why don't you show me?" He retorted. She kissed him a little harder, licking a little line from inside to outside his upper lip. He responded by opening his mouth and attempting to draw her in for a deep kiss, but Gaby pulled back before he succeeded, leaving him confused. 

"Doms have to be more specific," she directed him, "what talent with my mouth do you want me to show you?" For emphasis, she began sucking on the pulse point in his neck, which made him exhale heavily and throw his head back. 

"I want you to- hah!" Napoleon exclaimed as Gaby's fingertips found his cock. She ever-so-gently brushed two of them along his length, relishing his reaction and the control she was being given.

Illya never let her give him a blowjob anymore. He wanted all control at all times, which was disappointing for Gaby, though she understood why. To be able to make a man become completely undone under her touch, to have him begging, to have that much power over another individual, she got why Doms chose to be Doms. The feelings of satisfaction and power were addicting, and she knew Illya much preferred to feel in charge; he did not like being powerless and at the complete mercy of someone else as she did. It's why she chose to be a Sub, the helplessness turned her on more than the power. Still, she did occasionally enjoy being the one with the power, and she took advantage of those rare moments when they were given.

Letting her thoughts come back to the present, Gaby swirled one finger around the tip of Napoleon's swollen member and trailed it lightly down the underneath to his base. Napoleon's eyes were closed and his lips were pressed tightly together. She could see him frantically trying to regain the control that he had so quickly lost, could see him wanting to be the one leading the situation, as any Dom would. She chuckled softly at that notion, knowing full well that she was calling the shots right now. She looked up at Illya, who still hadn't lost his scowl. He huffed again and spun his finger in the air, telling her to move it along.

She looked back at Napoleon, who had opened his eyes again, though his head still rested against the back of the tub. 

"I'm sorry, Mr. Solo, I didn't catch what you said," she taunted, her other hand sinking beneath the water to join its teasing partner by stroking his balls. Napoleon was too fast though and caught her wrist before her fingers reached their destination, pulling her face towards him with his free hand. 

"I want. Your mouth. On. My. Dick." He told her, the authority in his voice sending shivers down her spine and waves of arousal through her stomach. "Please," he amended, and she had to smile. One of Napoleons's best qualities was that he secretly hated diminishing others, and she knew he would never make a good Dom. Still, she liked him, and she had been ordered by her Dom to pleasure him, so she obliged Napoleon's request.

Gaby place a slow, steady line of kisses down Napoleon's chest, applying gentle pressure with her fingers to the backside of his legs until he got the hint and exposed his groin to the air. She was good at what she did, but still, she couldn't breathe under water. She used the pads of her fingers to steady his erection, and continued the line of kisses down his length. Napoleon's breath hitched in the back of his throat at the contact of Gaby's lips, but he kept his eyes open this time, watching her go to work.

And go to work she did. She was slow and methodical, teasing him with the lightest touches, waiting until he would close his eyes only to surprise him by taking him full in her mouth. She would alternate licking and sucking, tasting him fully. Napoleon quickly began writhing, breathing heavily and trying his best to hold still so that he wouldn't thrust up and choke her. He couldn't think straight. This woman was taking him apart seam by seam and he found that he didn't even care. He chanced a look at Illya, who's eyes were fixated on Gaby's mouth with a murderous glare. Gaby chose that moment to hum loudly, and Napoleon's head snapped back towards her, meeting her gaze. Her eyes smiled devilishly at him and she hummed again, causing Napoleon to swear in a most undignified manner. 

"Told you she would take you down a peg," Illya finally spoke. Gaby smiled around Napoleon's cock at those words and grazed her teeth up his length, relishing the desperate need behind his eyes. She began to suck on just his head, and all the resolve Napoleon had not to beg disappeared.

"Oh dear god," he panted, wondering if this would never end. He had never felt such pleasure in all his life. Illya had been right, she was far more talented than he had originally guessed. He also surmised that Illya had known Napoleon would underestimate her, and had wanted to see him like this, to see him taken apart and weak in order to show his dominance over both Napoleon and Gaby. Napoleon had been reduced to an absolute mess of a man and he looked like a fool in front of Illya, but he didn't care; it felt too good. Gaby kept sucking his head. It still wasn't enough to get him off and she knew it, but Napoleon wanted to cum, so against his pride he started begging.

"Okay Illya, you win. Shit, you both win. Oh my god, please, just—Jesus Gaby, fuck!—oh god, I'm... I want to cum, I can't take it anymore, I can't; I need to—it's not enough, oh god..." Napoleon shut his eyes and leaned his head back on the wall, still babbling incoherently. Gaby ignored his pleas and continued her torturous pace, watching Illya and waiting for him to give her the go ahead. Napoleon was shaking his head at this point, moaning and gasping interrupted only by the occasional curse. Gaby's mouth was getting tired, but Illya had not yet granted her permission to give Napoleon release. She knew that she would be severely punished if she didn't wait for Illya's command, so she backed off a little and stared at him pointedly.

Illya was watching Napoleon's face with wicked satisfaction. Gaby saw the jealousy written all over Illya, and she grunted her displeasure at him, inadvertently making Napoleon gasp and jerk up. He slammed into the back of her throat and she gagged hard, doing her best to breath while her lips remained closed around his dick; giving Napoleon a break now would also result in punishment later. Napoleon groaned out his apology, but didn't open his eyes. The incident seemed to shake Illya out of his trance though, because he finally looked at Gaby, smug. 

"Finish him off," he stated with an air of pride, thinking to himself that he could have lasted longer than Napoleon. Gaby gladly complied. Prepared for it this time, she relaxed her throat and took Napoleon's entire length into her mouth, sucking hard. Napoleon’s eyes shot open and he cried out, crunching his torso forward and watching Gaby swallow him whole. His face twisted in painful pleasure at the sudden sensation and he felt his release building very quickly. 

" Gaby , I'm gonna, I can't hold it, I'm-" he tried to warn her but she just looked up at him and briefly put her fingers over his mouth, relentlessly sucking him to climax. He cried out as his orgasm hit him, further turned on as he watched Gaby swallow every drop of seed he shot into her mouth.

Napoleon shuddered as he finished and relaxed against the back of the tub, closing his eyes once more to savor the gentle open-mouth strokes Gaby was giving him during his post-orgasm high. Breathing heavily, he opened his eyes as she slid off him, grinning like an idiot when she slid her body along his to come up to his face. Tenderly, she cupped his face in her hand, and he responded in kind by clasping the back of her neck and bringing her in for a kiss. He moaned as he tasted himself on her lips, grunting in displeasure and pain as his cock twitched far too soon after coming.

Napoleon broke off the kiss and looked over at Illya, but all he saw was the sink, Illya was gone. 

"Where did Illya go?" He asked Gaby, stroking her hair. Gaby laid her head on Napoleon's chest and sighed, knowing her Dom was off pouting somewhere. 

"He gets very jealous," she admitted, tracing a finger along the lines of Napoleon's muscles. "He's probably out there on the bed, figuring out how to punish me for giving you attention." 

Napoleon looked at her, confused. 

"But Illya's the one who brought it up; he instigated the whole thing, said he wanted to watch you take me apart. Why would you be punished for that?" 

"Because I went beyond what I should have," Gaby said vaguely, pulling the plug so that the water in the tub could escape and standing up to get out. She grabbed a towel and stepped out of the tub, wrapping herself up to keep warm. 

Napoleon remained in the tub for a minute, his brain still trying to process everything that had just happened. Gaby laughed and tossed him a towel, catching him off guard. 

"Don't try to understand his reasoning, sometimes he just doesn't make sense," she told him, drying off and slipping her nightshirt over her head. Napoleon stood up and joined her outside the tub, wrapping the towel around his waist. He circled his arms around her from behind, looking at her in the mirror. 

"Well, thank you for the sex," he chuckled, "I can honestly say I've never had a more excellent blowjob in my life." Gaby laughed out loud. 

"I believe I should be thanking you. I never get to do that anymore and I miss it. It's fun." She winked at him, then turned in his arms. He kissed her again and she kissed back, but pulled away far sooner than he wanted her to.

"I'd better go find Illya," she sighed, heading toward the door. "Better to face my punishment now rather than later." 

" Gaby?" Napoleon stopped her, grabbing her hand in his. 

"Yeah?"  

"Would you... would you care to join me for breakfast tomorrow morning?" he asked her, heart pounding. She was someone else's Sub, and though he had been invited to join them as a third party, he couldn't believe he had just asked her out, knowing she would say no. Gaby smiled at him though, and squeezed his hand. 

"I would love to," she stated firmly, and pressed one last kiss to his lips before slipping out the door.

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[damn-stark]

Blinded Ch.27

A/N- oh my gosh guys this is the last frickin chapter!! I’m so grateful for every single one of you that has read this series!! It really means so much that you all read this story! I love every single one of you so much!!!

A/N- I hope you guys liked this chapter!!! leave your thoughts :)

Warning- Its LONG, Light swearing, violence, ANGST

Pairing- Poe Dameron x Solo!reader

Takes place during- The Rise of Skywalker

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The hologram whirs to life, a blue image quickly coming to life, a single person appeared...you.

He watches your face, admiring it for a long time until he looks down, he exhales deeply before bringing himself to actually play the video. “I can’t—” he protests but immediately cuts himself off as the sound of your voice finally plays.

“Is it recording now?”

*BB8 chirps in agreement*

“Okay good......” you pause for a brief moment, your tears already brimming your eyes while you took a deep breath,to try and avoid them from rolling down your cheeks before you could even utter a word. “...this is going to be harder than I thought, wow.” You pause again, your eyes shifting to the ground as your eyebrows knot together as you begin to look perplexed. You kept quiet for a solid minute until you finally looked up again, your eyes glistening with unshed tears.

You inhale deeply and swallow thickly before starting again. “Poe....if you’re watching this, it means....I didn’t make it back, or you’re just an ass watching it when I told BB8 not to show you because if I did make it back than you’re never going to watch this.....” He lets out a small chuckle at your words, much like your own that made you pause again, a hopeful look quickly passing in your expression before you spoke up again.

“...in all seriousness though...I’m sorry. I wanted, I really wanted to make it back, to be alive, to return back to you, to live this life we told each other we wanted to live after the war....but obviously I’m not....” You swallow back tears before you smile a sweet smile. “...I loved you...so damn much. I loved you until every stupid star died in this damned galaxy...or at least my galaxy...obviously. You—”

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“Ben.”

Said man removes his hands from your wound, letting one drop to his side while his other hand grabbed onto one of yours, as he looked with wide eyes at the sight of the blue figure standing before him, not believing what it was, not wanting to believe who it was.

His grandfather. Anakin Skywalker.

Ben is speechless and awestruck? How after years of admiring the man, of looking up to him, he finally appears now—then again this whole time it wasn’t even his grandfather but rather Darth Vadar, then again it wasn’t even him but Palpatine.

Anakin looks at Ben a while longer before his eyes shift to your lifeless body on the ground. Ben doesn’t let go of your hand as Anakin crouches down closer to you. He closes your eyes before stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“She was good. She struggled a lot after she left the dark side, the first order, but she managed to pull herself up, to fight her confliction; but their was always a darkness that lingered....that was until you became Ben solo again, that’s when it all disappeared.” A small smile appeared on his lips, moving his hand back to his side and looking back up at Ben.

Ben who was now more confused than anything else; a similar reaction you had given when you first saw Anakin too, and Anakin noticed that and couldn’t help but let out an amused huff of air. Ben’s confusion slowly disappeared, finally accepting that what he was seeing was true, and not some vision. He had a thousand questions for Anakin, he wanted to know a lot more; but right now all he could focus on was you.

“Can you help her?” Ben finally managed to ask, hoping that Anakin could and if he couldn’t then Ben was going to do it himself. Their was no doubt about that.

Anakin simply nodded as he kneeled down next to you. “I’ve made a lot mistakes throughout my life...but I won’t make one with her, or you. I’m sorry I didn’t reach you before, try and connect with you; but I hope that we can do that after.” Anakin smiles as he puts one hand on the wound on your abdomen, while he offers his other hand to Ben; who looks down at it with hesitance before he taking it. “You both deserve a better life, a happy life,” he finishes as he begins to glow a brighter blue.

Ben was confused at first, on what Anakin was doing; but then it registered in his mind that Anakin was transferring his force essence to you and...him. Ben wanted to question it, but he didn’t, he let it happen because he needed you back, he wasn’t going to fight against that. He also wasn’t going to fight against what he was beginning to feel because of Anakins actions.

Ben began to feel his strength return to him; after Palpatine had sucked his life essence to heal himself. Ben began to feel the pain of his own injuries vanish away, he began to feel lighter in a sense and also much stronger. Not physically stronger but stronger through the force; after Palpatine had weakened him and taken that power from him.

He looked down at you, scared that this wouldn’t work somehow, that you would stay dead. He watched as the scar that was on the right side of your face—the one he had made years ago, begin to fade away, the same with the gash on the side of your head that was caused by the fall here. He saw as the lifeless pale color on your skin slowly turned back into its natural color, seeming almost like you were glowing. He watched as the big wound on your abdomen slowly faded away too, he watched as Anakin only glowed a brighter, more vivid blue.

Ben’s anxious state only heightened as he saw that you remained frozen. He gripped onto your hand tighter as he began to feel his tears return. “Come on, come on.” He whispered with so much desperation. When he saw the glowing stop, he looked back at Anakin, noticing that he no longer had his hand on your wound. Panic soon set in as he pulled his own hand away from Anakin’s hold, to pick you up again. He cupped your cheek with one hand while his other hand was on your back, holding you close to him.

“Come on y/n.” He pleaded, his tears finally rolling down his cheeks. He turned back to Anakin, feeling anger set in as he saw that you were still not moving. “Why isn’t she—why? You said she—” suddenly he stops as he catches your eyes shifting under your eyelids, whilst hearing the gasp of air you suddenly took. Your hand then moved on top of the one he had on your cheek. He let out a relieved sigh, as you give his hand a gentle squeeze and when you finally opened your eyes, he felt like he could breath again.

A warm smile didn’t fail to spread on your features, at the sight of Ben. “Damn shame my hand didn’t grow back too, huh?” You joke making Ben chuckle, a chuckle that came out as more of a sob as he pulled you in for tight hug, a hug you return with equal strength—well as much strength you could match to his. “I did promise didn’t I? Always?”

“Always.” He repeats as he finally lets you go, making you turn to see the presence you felt behind you. Your smile only widening as you saw your grandfather standing before you, with a smile of his decorating his face.

“Welcome back, little one.” He greets making you beam at him as Ben and you finally stood up on your feet.

His presence explained how you were alive, how your wounds no longer existed, and it explained the strength, power you now felt, something you hadn’t felt before. It was new and it felt great, especially because moments ago you were in intense pain and weak. The pain from before was gone too; but that also reminded you of why you were in this dark pit in the first place. Why you had died. Palpatine. Your smile fades away and you turn to Ben, sharing a knowing glance.

“Thank you for doing this for me, grandfather, really thank you. I can’t thank you enough for giving me this opportunity to live again.” A slight smile tugs at corner of your lips but It doesn’t reach your eyes as you now feared Rey’s outcome, up there all alone with Palpatine. “As much as I want to talk to you, I-we can’t—”

“You have to go help her up there, I know.” He responds with a nod of his head, knowing and approving of what you were going to do up there. He parted lips to say something else but then you all whip your head up to finally notice the ongoing blue lightening above. Ben and you look at one another again, knowing that you had to move now.

Before you could though, your grandfather stops the both of you. “When I transferred some of my Force essence to the both of you, it wasn’t just to heal you both; but to give you strength too, to once and for all finish what our family hasn’t been able too. Take down Palpatine and the darkness that follows him. It’s your destiny, it was, all you trained for, is for this moment. Help her up there, take Palpatine down.....”

“....Be the Skywalkers that end this story.”

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“...You are nothing! All alone!” Ben and you hear Palpatine boom as you see more blue lightening erupt; the sound and his words made the nervous Ben and you felt inside of you increase tenfold, you knew you needed to reach Rey, now before it was too late. “A scavenger girl is no match for the power in me!” He shouts as more blue lightening erupts. Ben and you give each other one last glance as you finally land on the platform, after force jumping from the dark pit.

“You’re all alone! where are your precious Skywalkers NOW!....” Ben and you summon your lightsabers to your hands and quickly run over to where you saw the light source, where you saw Rey struggling with all her might to fight off Palpatines Force lightening. “.....I AM ALL THE SITH!”

“She’s not alone! We’re right here!“

“NO!”

Ben and you stand next to Rey, immediately deflecting the force lightening that Palpatine projected at Ben and you too; All three of you shared the same smirk as you saw the face of disbelief on Palpatine’s face the moment he realized you two were alive, realized that she wasn’t alone, like he was making her feel.

“And....WE ARE ALL THE JEDI!” Rey shouted as you three pushed back stronger, grunting in exhaustion as you kept pushing further and further, walking closer to him, using all your strength to deflect the booming force lightening back to him.

“AGHHHH!!!” You shut your eyes close, and your eyebrows knotted together as you let out a deafening roar, as you felt yourself use all the strength you had within you. Rey, Ben and you pull your arms back an inch, before taking one last step forward and shooting back the explosion of force lightening that disintegrated Palpatine and the rest of his followers once and for all; with that destroying the statues and most of the Citadel along with it.

Finally, the force lightening stops, and the Citadel echoes the noise of its destruction along with the noise of the explosion you saw of the fleet above; swallowing thickly you let out a large pent-up breath, as you drop your sabers to the ground, a proud exhausted smile making its way on your lips.

It’s finally over, finally.

Your smile didn’t last as much as you had hoped or wanted too, as it quickly disappeared from your features, as you began to feel a similar feeling in your chest. You spin your whole body around and see that Rey dropped her lightsaber too, but not in the way you had. She turned and looked at Ben and you one last time, before her knees buckled before her, and her body...her limp body was falling. Before her body could hit the ground, Ben caught her in time.

He looked over at you and you noticed the same fear in his eyes you had seen only moments ago too; right before you had died. Only she wasn’t dying, she was dead. In a quick motion you make it to his side and drop to your knees like he had. He brought her body closer to him, stroking her back as he cradled her, His eyes glistening with more tears as he did. He turned to you, sharing an unspoken conversation on what he wanted to do, what you knew he wanted to do.....to save her.

Tears began to run down your cheeks as he cupped your cheek, bringing his forehead to touch yours; with that finally expressing through the force, through the method of what you use, to communicate silently, with no words, just your connection, of what he was going to do.

You bring both of your hands to cup his cheeks and you both let out a quiet whimper. “No....” you whisper but he only nods, knowing that he needed to do this, their was no doubt in his mind that he needed to do this.

“I know what I have to do...I finally have to the strength to do it.” He whispers letting go of your cheeks and pulling away from your touch to bring Rey’s body down, far enough to have one hand around her, holding her close it him, while his other hand was on her stomach.

Immediately you place your hand on top of his making look up at you again with a questioning look. “You’re crazy to think I’m letting you do this alone, I just got you back. I’m not letting you go.” You say with a soft smile, one he quickly matches. “We’re doing this together.” You finally say before you both begin to focus on just her, on mending her wounds, on her presence, to bring her back to life.

It wasn’t until you felt another hand on top of yours that you opened your eyes to see Rey; her eyes shifting around until they focused on Ben and you. She pulled herself up, giving your hand a gentle squeeze before she focused her full attention on Ben. That action made you discreetly pull your hand away from her grasp, only for her not to notice at all as Ben and her kept staring at one another, the same lingering stare as before. One that you knew and now confirmed that was more than just because of their connection—her beaming smile as she said his name, further proved that. And their kiss, deeply confirmed that. You scooted away, turning your head away, awkwardly staring at anything but them.

This is great. This is very great, I’m happy for them both...but couldn’t they have just waited until I was gone.

You kept looking away until you felt Rey pull you in for a group hug. The three of you touched heads, resting your foreheads on one another, as Ben put one arm around you while the other one was around Rey, all sharing a smile and a happy chuckle as you all acknowledged that it was finally over. It was all over.

“We did it.” Rey whispered joyfully as she gripped onto Ben and your arm a little tighter.

Suddenly before you could express what you were going to say, you felt something lift off your whole being, like a presence of sorts. You didn’t have to look at Ben or Rey as you knew they had felt the same thing. Your mother. Her body had finally vanished. She was gone but not really, she still lived among the three of you, through the force just like all the Jedi did. And that didn’t make you cry, it was sad, yes, she was your mother, and you were going to keep mourning for her, but you knew she was always going to live within you, within all three of you.

“Let’s go?” You finally ask, with the same smile as you all pull away to meet each others gaze. Rey nods in agreement and you notice Ben’s smile fade away.

“I can’t—”

“YOU are. Their is no way in hell that I’m not leaving without you. You’re coming.” You interject, making Rey chuckle. “We’re a triad in the force, now.” You mock, also making Ben let out a silent laugh. “No but really, you’re coming with us...we’re leaving....”

“...Together.”

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Once your eyes set on the buzzing celebration around base is when you begin to feel nervous, when you feel Ben get nervous. People knew that you were going to arrive in a TIE fighter but they didn’t know who else was going to arrive along with you.

“They won’t accept me here.” Ben confesses in a low voice, making you look over your shoulder to him before you could get off.

“No, they won’t but they’ll have to, at least for today. You saved them Ben, all of them, they have to know it was you.”

He answers with a low hum before you kick open the door of the TIE fighter. No one stops celebrating when they spot you, some wave and shoot you a joyful smile, and shout your name, but when they see the brooding figure getting off the TIE after you is when most people stop; a lot of people didn’t know Ben was Kylo Ren but others did, and those are the ones that stopped and stared, glared and murmured to one another.

You try and ignore all of it, as you guide your brother through the gathering crowd to look for Rey mostly; the only person you’re really looking for and hoping he made it back was Poe, you didn’t even know if he had made it back, it hurt your heart to think of that possibility but that’s why you hoped he did.

When you spot Rey is when you pick up your pace to make it quicker over to her; even if she knew Ben and you had made it back she couldn’t help but smile; soon though her smile died down as she noticed the same thing Ben and you did, the wandering stares.

“Maybe they’re just looking at my bloodied outfit.” You try and joke but it didn’t come out like one, as the stares started to become to overwhelming.

“Perhaps we—” Ben’s word tune out to the back of your head as you finally spot him, Poe, maneuvering his way through the crowd until he made it up front, finally spotting you, after several minutes of desperately looking. His smile grew much like your own but his quickly faltered as he spotted what the crowd was gossiping about. Finn made it to his side and had the same reaction as Poe when they saw Ben.

Poe knew a little bit of Ben’s return thanks to being there when you had felt and talked to him through the force; but he couldn’t hide the fact that he was still taken back by his presence here—that’s why he hesitated to run up to you; it’s not that he didn’t want too, it was just he didn’t know how to approach you. That was until you slowly started making your way to him, after noticing his reaction towards Ben. Letting you also forget and ignore the attention, stares that slowly died down, focusing once again on their own thing.

You then noticed as Poe’s eyes traveled down your whole figure, taking in the big tear and bloody mess that was your outfit and part of your face that you didn’t have the chance to clean, taking in the fact that the scar that once decorated your face was gone. He wanted to question it but he didn’t, not now anyway; no, now all he could do was meet you halfway, carefully wrapping you in a tight and emotional embrace.

He didn’t even care anymore about the sling on his arm as he tightened one arm firmly around you, while the other was on the back of your head pulling you closer to him. You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, not being able to hold back the tears anymore as you moved your hands to tangle in his curls.

“We made it.” You murmur making him hold onto you tighter before picking you off your feet for moment until he put you down and pulled away from the hug, just far enough to cup your cheeks, wiping away your tears and letting you notice the tears of his own. You can’t help but smile brightly at him, stroking his cheek and taking in every inch of his face, after the death experience you had in Exegol. An experience that scared you more than anything in your life.

“I love you.” You finally say, your voice breaking as more tears streamed down your cheeks.

He beamed at you, and rested his forehead on yours. “I love you too, baby.” He began to caress your cheeks before he pulled away just an inch. “Can I kiss you?” He asked making you knot your eyebrows at his unexpected question. He would never ask before and he never asked before your first kiss, why would he ask now?

“You—”

“I know it’s just.....” he paused, quickly glancing over your shoulder before looking back at you. “...your brother. He’s glaring at me, I can feel it. The same way your dad did and—”

That’s why

You chuckle before cutting him off by pulling him in for soft kiss that then became more passionate, he was surprised at first but he didn’t falter to kiss you back with just as much or even more passion. The both of you missing this feeling, of each other’s lips on one another’s, after not sharing a moment like this one in too long. You could feel your whole being ease and melt into the kiss. You could feel your heart flutter inside your chest, knowing that this feeling is one you always wanted to feel and never wanted to lose.

The moment of your kiss slowed down until his lips weren’t on yours anymore; but rather just a couple inches away, his nose brushing against yours as he rested his forehead on your own, both of you gathering your breath. Poe began to caress your cheek before placing one last sweet lingering kiss on your lips, until you both had to part away and turn to the rest of your friends.

After Finn and Rey noticed that your moment was over, they made their way to the both of you. Before you could focus on wrapping them in a hug, you searched for Ben, noticing that he wasn’t in his previous spot. Your eyes frantically searched until you finally spotted him....in a very tight, emotional hug with Chewie. The sight made your heart happy and it made a soft smile grow on your lips and tears to fall again; you were going to say something but you were quickly wrapped in a group hug with Finn, Rey and Poe.

You all had made it and that set in all of you, making all of you tighten your embrace on each other, not wanting to let go. You all had made it, and that thought made Finn cry, it made all of you cry tears of joy. All of your best friends had made it, you finally won the war. One your mother had fought for a long time. A war that you all had fought a long time for; some more than others but it didn’t matter, you all won it, for the galaxy, your mother and everyone else you lost.

You had won. Defeated the darkness inside you and the one that surrounded the galaxy. It was over. It was all over.

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His footsteps echoed quietly around the old ship, quietly stopping at every corner as he took in every bit of the old ship that was the, Millennium Falcon. You watched silently as Ben’s eyes looked around, his eyes wet with unshed tears, smiling as occasional memories would run into his mind, of your time on this ship before, when you both were young.

When he finally made it to the cockpit, Ben stopped, and released a heavy deep breath. You took a seat on the co-pilot seat, waiting and letting him have this moment to himself. When he finally sat on the pilots seat you noticed as his hand ghosted over the console, until he placed his hands on the stirring wheel.

He tightened his grip around them, the tears he tried to keep in, finally rolling down his cheeks. You notice and place your hand on top of his, giving it a gentle squeeze so he could look up at you and see your reassuring smile. He then returned the action to your own hand, keeping your hands on the stirring wheel, sharing this moment together, in comforting silence.

With the moment you two shared though, you both didn’t notice the blue hue slowly beginning to appear behind you, slowly turning into a full ghost. The ghost of....your mother. She had a warm, happy smile decorating her face as she silently watched the both of you, finally together again, on board of your fathers ship.

“Welcome back home, Ben.”

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A/N- Just kidding I’m releasing an epilogue in a couple of day’s!!! :) so tell me what you guys want to see in that! Like anything specific.

A/N- And I might just write a prequel, that will take place when Ben and reader were Knights of Ren. So it will be based off Ben’s comic. ‘The Rise of Kylo Ren’ And it will explain more of how Ben/Kylo slowly blinded/seduced reader to the dark side, and how she started becoming Hale Ren. And it will focus on Kuruk and reader and how they both got to be in a secret fling thing. (Of course if any of you would like that, let me know)

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A Soul to Mend His Own | Ch. 73

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Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Will tag as I go along, Will update tags, Slow Burn, Influenced by Star Trek and other Sci-Fi themes, References to We Happy Few, Tons of References and quotes to George Orwells 1984 see if you can find them all, The First Order is the new Big Brother,  but who is really surprised, Blatant Nazi Symbolism, Interrogation Themes, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Really just drawn out Slow Burn, Don’t repost without permission, Torture themes, Suggestive Themes, Execution themes, Disturbing Themes, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Controlling Kylo Ren, Physical Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Kylo Ren is Not Nice, Kylo Ren Has Issues, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, Possessive Kylo Ren, A character shamelessly based on Zelda

A Kylo Ren x Modern! Reader in a soulmate au with canon divergence. —————————————SLOWBURN————————————–

He is already the Supreme leader, searching the universe to find you, his Empress. Your name on his wrist has been the only constant in his life, while you have doubts about his existence and his acceptance of you. He isn’t in the database and why did the name Kylo Ren cover Ben Solo?

MASTERLIST

BEFORE YOU READ THE CHAPTER: Very dark themes. You have been warned. Kylo Ren is Not Nice.

Chapter 73: Behind Glass Windows

You didn’t remember being told that you were now docked on earth; you didn’t remember even getting ready to go down to the surface, but you were now watching behind the windows of your eyes as you were in the shuttle being brought down. You could hear and see everything you normally could, but you were behind the glass of your eyes. You couldn’t interact with your world, he was doing that for you. It was like watching a movie about yourself where you couldn’t control anything unless he let you.

You watched as you departed the ship when it made it to the surface; you were now in D.C. you could hear Mitaka say that your family was brought here, for your safety.

You knew your crown was adorning your head, you could see as everyone around you bowed or saluted in your presence. But you were stuck, watching this nightmare unfold before you. You saw them, your parents, your siblings, and their spouses and kids. All a mix of terrified and confused. Your body stopped in front of them, but they did nothing other than stare at you.

You heard Mitaka’s usually timid voice attempt to be confident. “It is the law to bow to the Empress when you are graced with her presence.”

You watched as your older brother attempted to dispute this, “But she’s our sister.” You knew they didn’t want to give you the same respect you had always shown them. You could see the internal struggle within your family. They were terrified to be in this position, but they also believed that being related to you granted them exceptions. It did not.

“I will say it once more. It is law for you to bow in front of the Empress when she graces you with her presence.” Mitaka’s voice was a bit agitated at the blatant disrespect for you. He might be timid in many ways but he loved rules, and what the First Order stood for, and this was showing disrespect in the face of it all.

You watched as your family looked confused and shared looks with each other but they eventually complied to the law. Bowing awkwardly to you, their Empress.

Your mother spoke up, “May I ask why we weren’t invited to your coronation? Your wedding?” Her voice reminded you of all the women in stores who demanded things from workers, that same annoyingly trying to be important tone.  

You didn’t know how to answer but words came out of your mouth anyway, words you couldn’t stop. “You were not invited simply because you are not important enough. You may be the people I happen to share DNA with, but you are not my family.”

Your mother gawked, but your father spoke first, “Now I know you don’t really feel that way.” You could see in his eyes that he was trying to deescalate the situation, trying to reason with you, but you weren’t in control.

The ugly black creature speaking for you, “I am the Empress, you do not have the privilege to tell me what to do.” You could feel its hold on your brain tightening with every word.

“You know that I wasn’t trying to do that,” your father’s voice was reflecting the worry that was plastered across his face. Of course you knew that but that didn’t stop the controlling force on you. You saw your head cock to the side, contemplating their existence in this world.

The monster roared, but your voice masked it. “Execute them.” You watched the creature vibrate with glee, overpowering you, and your wishes.

“M’lady? They are your family,” asked an officer who was in the room, Mitaka staying silent. You could see the hints of concern on his face, knowing something was wrong, that this wasn’t like you.

You watched as you turned to him. “They have wronged the Empress. Execute them.” You then walked away. Your back turned as you heard their confused yells, the education failing them, panic setting in.

You watched the fear in his face, “The children too?” You could hear the unease in the young officer’s voice. You wanted so desperately to tell him no. You watched as you turned back around to face the officer that dared to question you.

“Yes.” Was the answer you gave.

You began to walk away, down the hall to who knows where. You sure didn’t as you weren’t in control of your body, your mind. You were screaming and pounding against the glass that seemed to be preventing you from doing anything. But you watched as the tendrils moved in front of it and around you, being burned by the dying embers around you. You wondered if there would be a way to stoke the fire somehow. But it was just you, the glass wall, the dying embers, the tendrils, and blackness. You knew you had no control anymore, but you were fighting for your life.

You heard a voice speak on the other side of the glass. “Empress, I have some things I would like to catch you up on.” It was General Parnadee. She was here talking to you, in person for the first time in weeks.

You turned to face her. “Yes, general you may proceed.” The words were out of your mouth, you wanted to scream at her to let her know that you weren’t all right. That you needed help. That you were trapped inside your own mind.

She eyed you carefully like she always had, analyzing the situation before her like the expert tactician she was. “It seems someone you knew previously to the annexation to this planet is in coercion with the resistance. I was wondering if you would like to overlook the interrogation. Maybe provide some insight? Or speak yourself?” Her eyes gauging you every movement.

You could see the black creature fill with glee once more. Excited with the possibility of witnessing an interrogation. Its inky threads dancing across your brain. “Yes, I would. Lead the way general.” Shaping and molding the parts it had yet to fully seize.

She eyed you for a moment. You wondered if she could tell that something was off. Hearing yourself speak, you didn’t quiet sound like you, like yourself. You sounded like a different person had access to your voice, because technically that’s what this was. You weren’t controlling you; you did not have power over your body, your mind, you even wondered if you had power over your soul at the moment.

You were lead to a room in the lower levels. It did feel like an interrogation room, when you stepped inside you saw your former boss, Scott, strapped down to a chair. It looked like a torture device, complete with a small black drone droid flying about.

You wanted to know what he was doing here, why he was here. But the creature spoke for you. “You looked relieved Scott? Were you expecting someone else?” You could feel your eyes narrowing at him. The creature turning you into a hunter before its prey. “I’m just glad it’s you and not the supreme leader. I’ve heard the rumors. What he can do to the mind.” You could hear the exhaustion and fear in his voice, and the small sense of relief. The creature narrowed in on the fear.

You felt your head cock to the side. “What rumors?” The creature turning you into a hyena before a dying animal, circling him in the chair.

You could hear the frustration in his voice, obviously, you weren’t displaying the reaction he wanted. “I know you know. That he can tear into someone’s mind. But I know you will get me out of this, I know you know I am innocent. I’ve never done anything to you or the First Order. All you have are lies about me.”  You wanted to believe him, suspecting what the outcome of all of this would be if he was found guilty, but you didn’t have control.

The creature mocking him now, “You see that’s where you are wrong. I know you aren’t innocent Scott. I remember being in the conference room when you said: ‘Well we’re fucked, We are all surely fucked. Who are these people to think they can just take over like that? Do they think we are just going to sit by and let them brainwash us? Let them take everything from us?’ Did you think I forgot that” Your voice now sounded like something out of a horror movie, some fake female sounding voice that came from a monster.

Scott’s eyes were wide. “That doesn’t mean anything surely you know that right? I’m innocent. Please, you know I have a wife and kids.” He could see there was no good outcome for him. He would have to face his death.

“Hmmm yes I do.” The creature teased him, looking for the final kill. “But unfortunately for them, they will have to pay for your actions, just as you will.”

Panic, fear, horrification were just brushing the surface of what he was feeling about what the creature was suggesting. “What does that mean? Please take me and not them. Kill me and let them live.”  

Your head list to the other side. The you that was in control was really toying with him now, like a cat before her already caught prey. Which he was, strapped to the chair, helpless and in tears, afraid for his life. “Yes, you should be grateful that I am unable to tear into your mind, but know this I show the same amount of mercy as my husband. Which is none.”

You turned your back to him and walked out of the room, but not before telling the guard that Scott and his family were to face public execution, as examples of traitors to the first order.

You walked past the general. “I will be present for both executions, I would like them to happen as soon as possible.”

She looked at you, you could see it in her eyes that she knew something was wrong, “Yes, Empress. We are having them in an hour. I have been informed by your ladies-in-waiting that you have been requested to change for the executions.” You were different, and she could tell.

You simply nodded and headed down the hallway. You did not know where you were going, but you ended up in a bedroom where Adlez and Olivia-Rose were waiting, with your new gown for the execution.

“Are you all right m’lady we heard what happened,” asked Olivia-Rose.

The entity spewing harshness, “News travels quick.” You voice came out with a menacing tone. Both of them looked at you and each other, Olivia-Rose was terrified but Adlez was analyzing you. You had never treated them like this before. You knew it would only be a matter of time before the black monster in your head would mess up enough for them to want to do something about it.

But the creature blacked you out, ending any and all conversation, taking you to the execution before it allowed you to see through the windows of your eyes once more.

On the top of the front steps to the Lincoln Memorial, one of the very images that used to define freedom, is where the execution was taking place. The Lincoln statue was removed, in its place was a red banner with the First Order Insignia, its bright red color was like blood against the pure white marble.

It was more than just your family and Scott being executed, there were others lined up, but they didn’t matter to the part of your brain you couldn’t control. You wondered if you could stomach what you were about to witness. What he was about to make you witness. The death of your family.

You felt yourself step forward to address the crowd; you knew once again that the words coming out of your mouth were not your own. “Citizens of Earth, the people before you today have committed the act of treason against you, against the most gracious First Order. I stand before you today as your Empress. Showing you firsthand that I stand behind what is done here, the examples these people will be to you all. Break the rules, cause disorder and you will be eradicated. We will be pure, we will have order, we will be better.”

You stepped back; you knew all eyes were on you, but you were numb to it all. Not feeling the pain that was so clearly in your heart, in your soul. You watched as an Executioner ‘trooper stepped forward. Through the voice distortion, you heard names and the crimes they committed. You watched as Scott went first, his crime being a spy and conspiring with the Resistance. You watched as they forced him to kneel in front of everyone next to a ‘trooper with a laser axe. You watched on horrified at the falling of his head, but the crowd that gathered in front of you was living for it. Shouting various encouragements to the executioners, saying disgusting things to those who were lined up. Next was his wife and two kids, their crime was failing to report a conspirator of the Resistance. Your body not following your will, forcing you to watch, breaking you.

But you weren’t prepared for what you were about to witness next, your family. Your mother, your father, your brothers and sister with their spouses and kids lining up together, a stormtrooper holding each of them, an executioner next to them waiting, waiting for the announcement of their names and crimes. You could see the fear and tears on their faces, some of them trying to look at you, trying to show you their dying eyes. The children and babies not knowing what was happening. What you were about to let the First Order do, knowing you couldn’t stop what was about to happen.

Their death, and your isolation.

You watched as the axes fell in sync; you were alone now. Your family was gone, Kylo on the other end of the galaxy but controlling you. Allowing. No. Forcing this to happen. Forcing your isolation. Forcing their death. The rest of the execution was a blur, the tendrils seemed to decide that you have had enough of being forced to witness things. You didn’t remember the rest of the day, or the next few days as a matter of fact. The inky blackness was all you saw.

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Home- Chapter 1. (Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x F!Oc)

A/N: A new adventure, i hope you all like it.

Words: 2,014

Warnings: None

Prologue.

Chapter 1. Nightmares.

I had never seen so much... green.

As soon as Luke and I got off the ship that brought us, I couldn't help sitting on the grass. I am touching grass, no more sand. I feel the leaves of small plants. I look up and find many trees, some were huge, and in the distance there is a river, I can hear different sounds of animals.

“Very different from Tatooine, right?” I nod without taking my eyes off the landscape. To some extent I feel overwhelmed, I feel that, at any moment, everything will disappear or that I will have to leave.

“Don't be pessimistic” Jedi tricks! “Come, I'll show you the temple.”

I release a sigh and get up, I take Luke's hand and he guides me towards the huge construction. He shows me the different rooms where children train: practice with a lightsaber, meditation, combat.

In the end we go to one of the gardens where several students are playing, laughing, running. Everyone wore weird clothes, similar to what Luke is wearing, it looks like they have bandages on their legs and some wear brown, gray or white robes, on their torsos they have another piece of cloth.

Luke calls them and they all approach.

“I want to introduce you to our new student, she is Kiara Lang. I hope you receive her with respect and help if necessary,” I feel their eyes on me and I feel somewhat nervous. Some nod with a smile, while others look at me curiously.

“Well, for now you can continue playing, I have to fix certain issues; tomorrow we will continue with your training and Kiara,” I look up, “In a moment I will show you where you will sleep.”

When Luke left the others dispersed none gave importance to my presence. I don't know if that’s a problem.

I walk through the grass until we reach some fences where some flowers of different colors are planted. I touch the petals feeling the softness.

“Where are you from?” A child's voice startles me and I turn to see.

He is taller than me, his hair is black and a little long, I can see that in the back he has a small braid, some children also had it. His dark brown eyes watch me curious, his face covered with freckles.

“What?” I may not have been so popular at home, but I am sure that this is not how you start a conversation.

“Where are you from?” He repeats.

“Tatooine. I'm Kiara,” I raise my hand as a greeting, but he ignores me.

"I know your name, Luke said it just now,” He rolls his eyes and I blush.

“This is the part where you say your name,” I indicate.

“I'm Ben Solo,” I open my mouth to say something else, but he interrupts me, “You’re dirty and your clothes are ripped.”

“Hey Ben, will you come or will you be reading as usual?” Said a girl behind him. She, along with two boys approach. Ben rolls his eyes.

“I prefer to do something other than being with you.

“So Kiara,” says one of them and analyzes me from top to bottom, “Why are you so dirty? Are you some kind of scavenger?” He teases, causing the laughter of his friends.

“Something like that,” The laughs stop and now everyone sees me confused, I shrug. It was not a lie.

“Let's go, it's already starting to stink,” says the girl covering her nose and the three leave.

I frown and take the top of my blouse and bring it to my nose, it may not be the best smell, but I don't think it’s that bad.

“You should change,” says Ben.

“I'll do it later, shouldn't you be with others?” He tenses.

“I'm not very friendly” He grumbles

“Yeah, I also had trouble making friends. Once, a group did not want to play with me and they made fun of me, so I found a dump with several parts of ships and torn fabrics and made a helmet, when it got dark I scared them. Everyone ran away and shouted, I remember one of them peed in his pants-”

I'm focused on telling the story until I hear his laugh, I look at him.

“Seriously?” He says while still laughing. I nod, laughing as well.

“I guess it was fun, not for them, though.” We both laugh louder.

“It’s a good way to scare away others…” Then we remain silent, “Come on, I'll accompany you to your room,” I follow him and we both enter the temple, we walk through several corridors, in the distance I can see small cabins.

I follow Ben down some stairs and stop in front of a cabin

“This is mine and Luke said that one,” Points to the one in front, “would be yours.”

I look at him confused.

“When did he say that?” Ben laughs.

“He told us telepathically just now”

“Oh.”

“You will learn, don’t worry. I was also worried when my parents left me here.”

“Do you have parents?” He seems surprised by my question and nods.

“You do not?”

“No. Well, I guess I had them, but they left me. Jara, an old woman, she raised me,” I didn't care about telling my past, I'm not ashamed and it's not a lie.

“I'm sorry.”

“Never mind. I better change,” I say pointing to my cabin.

“Oh yeah. Inside are your clothes and follow the stairs there,” Points at the end of the cabins, “and go to the right side, there are ponds where you can bathe,” I nod.

“Thanks, Ben,” I smile at him.

“No problem, Kiara.”

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“Ben did help you?” I nod and Luke seems surprised.

“Why do you look at me like that?” He notices and shakes his head.

“Nothing... he’s not usually... friendly. He does not speak with the others. It surprises me, it's all, but I'm glad.”

“Okay”

Already dressed like the other students, Luke calls me to enter the temple and tell me what I will see from now on.

“You have questions, it's time to ask them.”

“When can I read your mind?” I say annoyed and he laughs.

“It will be complicated, especially with my mind, but you will start with the basics.”

“When will you give me a lightsaber?”

“First you will train with droids.”

“How old is Ben?” This question takes him by surprise.

“He’s ten”

Two years older than me, I thought we were the same age.

“Have the others been here a long time? How do I know I reach their level?”

“Calm down, maybe they’re more advanced, but everything will depend on your performance, Ben is one of the best, and learned fast, but some took longer. Not everyone learns the same, Kiara.”

“Will I only learn to do tricks and fight?”

“No,” He laughs again, “Let me explain: There is something called, ‘The force’ is an energy field, which is produced by cells called ‘midichlorians’, all living beings have them, the difference is that we have a greater amount, we are sensitive to it. You, me, Ben, my students. Thanks to this we can create a relationship that allows us, as you say, to do tricks.”

“Cool.”

“Here you will learn to connect and be able to manipulate that energy, so that you are in balance and harmony. When you arrived and saw the landscape of this planet, how did you feel?”

“At ease…”

“That's what I want to achieve,” He shifts in his place, “But there is another thing you should know: in this balance there must always be a counterpart, the dark side. Long ago there was a war, a force-sensitive person used these skills to manipulate and harness them to create terror and destruction…”

For a moment he loses himself in his thoughts.

Did he knew that person?

Then he returns “Those are called the Sith, we must be careful not to fall on the dark side. Do you remember how the force guided you to my ship?” I nod, “It's the same, but it can do... bad things. You will understand later.”

It's a lot of information, my mind hasn't stopped since I met him, I feel a pain in it and I groan.

“There are many things to remember.”

“I understand, you can go to sleep, Kiara,” I get up from the bench where we were, but before we go, I turn to Luke.

“Are you and Ben family?”

“How…?” He thinks for a moment and then smiles.

“I felt it,” I joke and he nods.

“Is my nephew.”

“Great”

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17 years later..

“It seems that someone could not sleep well,” I let out a growl as I sit on the side of the co-pilot.

I cross my arms and lean on the seat.

“Leave me alone,” he laughs.

“Stop pouting, are you okay?” I sigh.

“Just nightmares,” Suddenly he gets serious.

“Do you want to talk about that?”

“The last one was when I met Ben. It was only that, when I arrived at the temple, but for some reason, I woke up scared and could no longer sleep well. Besides,” I look at him with a sided smile, “You snore, very loud, you can compete against Chewbacca,” I tease and he looks at me for a moment with a frown, then look back to the front.

I laugh at his reaction.

“Very funny, one day I will record you and we will know who could compete with the Wookie.” I laugh again.

“How much left?” I ask, shifting in my place.

“Little, we are already in its system.”

“I hope this doesn't end badly” He laughs.

“Knowing us, everything will end in trouble, sweetheart.”

We were silent for a few minutes, I turn to the window on my right side and watch the stars pass near our ship. We have traveled for a long time to many places in the galaxy, I have seen many planets, different cultures, people, climates, but what I like most about travel is the stars, it’s always fascinated me.

Han knows, sometimes he slows down so I can see them, doesn't matter if we need to get to our meeting with a customer as soon as possible, I appreciate that.

Since I joined his crew, I’ve had time to think about the opportunities I have when traveling (and fleeing) from planet to planet. Now, after so much time, I thought about how much I miss having a place to return. Home. When we had the Millenium Falcon I felt that it was kind of a house where to return.

This ship feels strange and although Han and Chewie are with me, I don't think it's the same.

“Have you ever thought about returning to Leia?” I blurt out. He’s surprised, “I mean being by her side or always arriving at her own home.” He meditates my words.

“I guess so, sometimes. When we were together, going to work and then returning with... them. It became routine,” Then he let out a small laugh, “I must admit that, when I was young, it was my worst nightmare, but with Leia…” He smiles, “It was different, I liked that routine.”

“But everything got worse and you went back to your lonely job.”

“Okay, yes. But now is not so lonely,” He looks at me sideways, “Don't tell Chewie, but you're my favorite,” He winks at me and I laugh.

“I better be,” I tease and he laughs.

“Why do you ask?” I shrug.

“I’ve been thinking…”

“Oh, no” I give a light punch to his arm.

“I was thinking,” I repeat, “that I've never had that, I mean, it's great to be with you, but…”

“But?”

“I don’t know. It would be... nice, to have a home to return to, maybe... someone waiting for me.”

Han looks at me strangely and I don't blame him, this is not my usual attitude, but it is something I wanted to say.

Now I yearn something different.

I no longer want to run away.

[afterthelastreset]

Krisei Zodiac Event Aquarius Week

Aqaurius Zodiac Sign Info gotten from

https://www.zodiacsigns-horoscope.com/zodiac-signs/aquarius/

“Aquarius zodiac sign is a group-oriented person, but only in that, they like to work with others to accomplish a goal. They also love their freedom and treasure it above nearly all else.

Consequently, Aquarius sun sign may have a huge circle of friends, but they fear intimacy, even from family members. Their love for others is tempered by their difficulty in understanding how to handle their own emotions; if only love could be an intellectual exercise! This inner turmoil produces very eccentric people who want to change the world in their way.

Aquarius zodiac sign care a great deal about this world and the people in it. It is not unusual to find them heading up a nonprofit business or volunteer organization. More often than not, this is how they make a living. Aquarians are very good at gathering large groups of acquaintances and even followers who are focused on the same goals. Their take on the world is largely philosophical and not prone to running on emotions. As long as things stay on the intellectual plane, Aquarius star sign are great communicators as well. This skill is needed to organize groups, after all.

Aquarius zodiac sign is emotionally stunted and needs to work on this to have healthy interpersonal relationships. Otherwise, they tend to lash out with stubbornness, sarcasm, and ultimately detachment that may be seen as coldness. These are all defense mechanisms.Inside, many Aquarian zodiac people feel lonely and isolated, but they don’t know how to reach out. This is not to say that they need a major catharsis. But if the person closest to them is patient enough to take “baby steps” to help them open up, it can do wonders. Besides, those defenses may make them seem invulnerable to attack, but no one is.“

🌬Aquarius Week

(Im gonna try to follow the info above so have Aquarius Kris struggling to open up and Ralsei being their to open up his feelings. I’ll also try to go with they care a lot about this world theme.)

Day 1:

Ah. The wonderous Darkworld. A place for second chances in the chaotic place that is his life. Where he could mend their old ways and earn a chance to go to the wonderous escape that is the dark world...Now only if it was more accepted by others around here. He didn't have the best reputation or start to be honest. Being embarrassed as being labeled the quiet kid, their one and only patient mother being divrced, and not to mention having the very powerful and feared bully as a best friend.

Gosh he really was a doom to be a weirdo wasn't he?

Even their own parents didn't know of this. What kind of hope could they possibly have if her own family didn't even believe in something that shouldn’t exist? Which is why they found Themselves curled up on her bed, under the blankets, crying his eyes and heart out. They didn't want to be disturbed right now. He just wanted to be alone, and have his five minutes in peace. He almost didnt hear the knock at his door but he could never mistake the sweet voice.

"Oh, Kris. You have a visitor," A voice sang from the other side of the door.

Silence came from the room. Before the lump under the pillow shifted and curled in onto herself.

"G-Go away. I-I don't want to be bothered right now.,

"...Alright, Dear. But you should know- Im respecting your privacy by knocking, but showing my authority as your mother by coming in anyways." The sound of the door suddenly opening and stare at the new arrival standing in the doorway and smiling down at him Seeing his frown he tilted his head. "Why the long face? That's not the Kris I know."

He sniffed and reached a hand up to wipe her face. "S-Sorry, Mom. Im not feeling too good." He flinched and looked up when she suddenly felt her wrap an arm around his shoulders.

"That's no way to behave! Now buck up and wear that beautiful smile of yours." he was suddenly yanked from the bed by his hand and thank goodness she still held onto him because his legs felt like jello and he would fall over any moment. "You should be fully dressed when meeting your guest now!"

he didn't argue with the taller monster, and aloud himself to be walked out the door and into the hallway. It gave him the excuse to wipe away his tears and try to get his feelings in check. They continued to walk down the hall and to the flight of stairs that went down to the first floor or more specifically the main lobby, Toriel hummed a strange tune while she walked with the smaller child.

"And here we are!" he was placed down given a sudden shove forwards and stumbled a few feet. "How about this, Kris. Your friend said he came all the way from another country to see you!"

Friend? Another country?

He tripped on the last step and was just about to face plant the floor when something stopped him, leaving him inches away from the floor. But luckily something had snagged the back of his shirt and he was slowly lifted up and back standing on his feet. Staring at her was toriel who was smiling as usually, but another similar looking monster was right next to him. Smiling and staring at her with pink eyes.

Asriel?...No. His brother was still in college.

"You should really watch where you're going, Kris." It giggled. "Or else you would've ended up like a pancake."

She stared at the smaler goat monster more....before a giant grin broke out on hia face. without a moment's hesitation Ralsei opened his arms for a hug but stopped when Kris Flinched back a bit, instead smiling and standing there patiently waiting for Kris to make a move he was comfortable with. Kris slowly stepped forward and him in a hug against hia sad sorry self. Ralsei in turned gave a couple laughs before looking around at the hotel surrounding him, before landing back on Toriel.

"Impressive home. You really know how to bring in the light. Not bad."

She giggled a bit more before Kris snuggled into his white fur. he may not have the presence of her parents or susie right now, but at least Ralsei showed his love for him.

Day 2:

*Sorta au if Kid Kris met Kid Ralsei*

The words she told him still rang in his head. "Kris!!What is wrong with you!? That was really mean!!” The slap had also stung, but his feelings had been the most damaged. Guess he couldn’t blame Noelle for slapping him on instinct when he scared her. It was a bad idea in hind sight. he was only trying to make an effort to make friends like his Mother suggested.He made a side step and pushed open the door to one of the rooms that no one usually entered. Almost immediately he collapsed onto one of the walls and broke down. It’s not fair! Why was making friends so hard?! This wasn’t fair! Tears streamed down his furred face and a few choked sobs escaped his throat. He almost didn't notice the startled yelp. He whirled around and came face first with the strange mammal. Ralsei shook. "What are you doing here? This is the science club’s room.” he stopped when she saw the tears running down his cheeks.".......Hey.....Are you ok?"

Kris  only shook his head and choked out a squeak.

She watched as he sat on the floor and proceeded to cry more. She arched a brow at this.Due to his reputation...he had a pretty good idea what happened “.Was it the incident with Noelle?" He made a whimper noise to confirm his suspicions. "........" he walked over to him and slowly sat next to him. "......Sorry to hear that. She was pretty spooked.”

"........."

"I can be.........loud at times. Hehe....uh."Still no reaction."...Why did you come here anyway?"

".......To be alone." "I see.......I come here to be alone sometimes, too."

".......Why are you here?"

he shrugged. "I don't have many friends outside the club, so I come here mostly to think about stuff. Berdly shouldn't have to baby me all the time."

"Berdly?" He peeked over at her.

"Yeah. he's like my only friend. he has problems of his own."

".......Why don't you have a lot of friends? You seem nice?"He finally sat up fully and looked at her.

he shrugged again. "I guess it's because of the way I am. I guess everyone finds me being too talkative and girly."

".......A-A lot of people find me weird, too."

"Really? how so?"

"I'm.like the only human here and my parents are divorced."

"Wow. And I thought I had it bad."

"Heh. Yeah. I don't know what I'd do without Asriel." "Same for me and Berdly. Without our friends......what would we do?"

"Yeah." A small silence followed. “Kris?”

"Yes?" "For what it's worth....I don't find you weird. You're actually a nice guy. Just have a hard time between your family and feelings. "......." he smiled. "Thanks. You're not bad for a goat yourself." "Thanks." Just then the door opened and Berdly sqauwked at the sight of him.

Day 3:

*Kris struggling with his piano music*

Everything was pretty silent in the hospital where patients resided. Except for the front. A few off key notes sounded out. A few patients have already complained about the noise, but he kept playing. Sweat dripped from his forehead as his hands strummed over the instrument under his arms. His fingers were numb and sore, but still he kept at it. He just couldn't let them down.

"Oh. Why did I have to say I knew how to play," he mumbled to himself," Me and my big mouth." He strummed a couple other notes, but they all came out the same. Terrible.He groaned before putting his face in his hands."I'm doomed." He was soon startled by someone Clearing their throat. "Yes?," he said not looking up.

He heard someone walk up to him. "....Kris, are you ok?"

Immediately, his head snapped up and towards the figure. "Ralsei?!" Sure enough...standing there was the goat monster. he was staring at him confused."......Uh....W-What are you doing here?"

"A lot of people were complaining about some noise, so I  came to investigate." he looked between him and the piano. "......Let me guess. Piano solo?"

He hunkered down a bit. "I'm.....uh.....warming up."

He walked over and sat next to him. "I thought you said you played guitar." "Well....I never said I was good at it."

he giggled. "You know...you don't have to do this."

”I can’t. I promised I’d play for them but...” He looked at his hands, “I’ve been on such a funk recently I can’t do anything anymore. And I don't want to let everyone down. "Oh!.Uh, well. Sometimes when Im frustrated with my magic, I go and do something to distract myself. Maybe what you need is a break from everything for a while....Do you maybe wanna do something together?"

”........”he shrugged. "Sure. Why not?" 

"Great! Uh.....What do ya wanna do?"

he shrugged again before standing up. "Anything but music."

He chuckled before standing up too. "Hehe...Yeah." Both chuckled and smiled before walking out of the room. Leaving the piano behind.

Day 4:

Valentine's Day. The one day of the year when others announced their love for another. It was so romantic. he despised it. Love was never a concept he understood or had much of. It just never worked out for him. If he wasn't being used by his current partner, they were chased away by his weird personality. It came to the point where he just gave up on love completely. It was fine though. he didn't need to be attached to anyone. he usually didn't come out of his home  during this time. Sure a few students gave im some valentine's at his class’s Valentine party, but that was far from actual love. he would never tell even his closest friend....but sometimes....he still yearned for it. Although he knew it was a hopeless cause. After all, who would fall for a human like him. Right now he was relaxing in front of his TV, watching a few cartoons. he almost didn't hear the knocking at her door.

"Hmm?" he turned her head towards the door.he waited for a bit......but no other noise was heard. Shrugging, he faced the TV again. Just when he was about to change the channel...

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Startled by the sudden noise, he stood up. The remote tossed to the side with a thump. Someone was definitely knocking at her door. 

"Now who in the world could that be?" he watched his mother slowly make her way towards the door from the kitchen.

Who could it be indeed? It was sunset. Most were out slobbering over each other, or making goo goo eyes at some make up wearing snobby prissy model. Maybe a card from one of his friends? But the mail usually doesn't come this late. And everyone else was already at the school’s Valentine’s Day Dance. She reached the door and grabbed the handle before pausing.

"If you’re here Asgore,  Im not interested."

"I’ m not Asgore, Ms.Toriel," A voice muffled through the door," I came to give Kris something."

"...Is this who I think it is?"

“Yes, Ma’am.”

She smiled and opened the door. “Hello, Ralsei."

The slightly smaller green dragon smiled at her.”Hello, Ms. Toriel. May I come in?” Toriel oblidge and the small goat monster came in. “Thank you.” He smiled seeing Kris and nervously walking up to him. “ Hi Kris, I I wanted to give you something."

he cocked an eyebrow." ......Did I forget somethin' at school?"

"No. Unless you really did for get something. But I wouldn't know since I wasn't there when you did forget whatever you forgot. That is if you did forget something. In which case-"

"Ralsei. You were sayin'?"

"Oh, yeah! Here!" He thrust something forward. "Happy Valentine's Day, Kris!" he had to quickly lean back from how close the thing was to prevent his face from being hit. he couldn't really blame him though. He was blinded by happiness. Blinking, Kris stared at the thing in his hands before reaching up and taking it from him. It was a heart shaped paper card with sloppily applied glitter and..macaroni. he looked back at him. Ralsei was tapping two of his fingers together, and gave him a nervous smile. ".......Do you like it?"

"It's......somethin' I've never seen before that's for sure......Thanks." Ralsei smiled cutely at him. “...Why did you want to give me this?” "Oh! Well...todays supposed to be about showing love to the one you like, right?"

he stared at him, before looking at the valentine in his hands......then back at him. He was still smiling, waiting for an answer. Kris was....confused to say the least, but behind him Toriel made motions for him to ‘go on’ and he knew how much his mother hated being rude to guests “Oh....Would you-..Like to watch TV with me?”

Ralsei smiled wider. “I’d love to Kris!”

Day 5:

A young male made his way down the road, humming to himself. His destination was just up ahead. A small restaurant by the church area. A couple other people were sitting at tables and talking casually. But, he was looking for someone in particular.

" Ralsei! Over here!," a human called out, waving at him.

He smiled before walking over to the goat monster." Hi, Kris. Sorry I'm late." He sat across from him.

"I-It's alright.” 

“How's your friend? Noelle, right?" he smiled.

"She's doing good. The doctor said her dad might be able to go home in a few days..... To be honest, I wasn't sure if you were coming or not."

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know. One too many people stood me up I guess." he was surprised when he reached over to gently grab his arm.

"Hey. Don't feel bad. You're not the only one with dating problems Besides...when I make a promise, I intend to keep it."

he felt his cheeks flush a pink color, and a smile graced his face. "Uh....do you want to get food?"

"Ya. That'd be nice."

He smiled before standing up and walking away." Be right back." 10 minutes later he came back carrying a small tray with 2 cheeseburgers, a salad, and drinks. "I..uh..just thought since you were a deer....you wouldn't eat meat." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"Oh, it's fine. But.....why did you get two burgers then?'' She pointed at the tray.

"Oh. Heh. I promised Noelle’s dad I'd sneak him in a veggieburger tomorrow. Hospital food sucks." They talked awhile about their lives and past failed romances, until Ralsei stopped. “..hey. Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Um..sure, I guess."

"....What did happen between you and Asriel?"

"Oh, him?.......Well, it turns out he just....is too busy with college I guess," he said with a sigh.

"Oh......sorry."

"Nah. Don't be. We're still brothers.'' He suddenly looked up." Whoa. It's getting late. My mom's probably wondering where I am. Here. I'll pay for the food," she offered, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a wallet.

"N-No. Don't do that. I'll pay."

"But.......I'm kinda used to doing it."

Addison scowled. The nerve of some people. Making him pay for the food and taking advantage of Kris like that. "Tell ya what......I'll pay for the food, and you leave the tip. Ok?"

he hesitated before nodding."......Thanks." She gave a soft smile.

"No problem."

Ounce everything was paid for, they both stood up. Kris holding the extra Veggie burger for Noelle’s Dad. "Do you want me to walk you home?," Ralsei offered.

"Nah. My Mom's picking me up." A honking noise to the left signaled the Mom's arrival. "There she is. Do you want a ride home?"

"No thanks. I don't live far from here. But, thanks for offering." he reached down to hug him, but stopped when he flinched back. “.Sorry."

"No. It's fine....I'm just not used to others touching me...but I can make an acception this time."

Ralsei leaned forward and slowly gave her a hug, which he happily returned. He blushed at the scent of cakes on him. A couple honks though interrupted them. Kris was the first to pull away. "I guess I'd better go."

"Y-Yeah. I better get going, too." He blushed and pulled his scarf up to cover his red cheeks." B-Bye, Kris. See ya later." "Bye, Ralsei. I hope to see you again soon.," he said slowly walking away.

"Thanks. I hope so, too." 

He watched silently as he climbed into the car and waved from the window as it drove by, and he happily waved back. He watched the car until it disappeared from sight before beginning his way home.

Day 6:

Being away from your mother could be a good thing. Especially if your mother was a bit overbearing like his. Ounce again, he was dragged to another grand event just because his mother wanted to get him outta the house. Or as his mother stated:

"Bringing you along to these school dances could benefit you, Kris. I know you don’t like socializing but you can not just remain a shut in for the rest of your life. You need to learn to get along with others.”

Great mom, right? Well, he couldn’t blame her that much. She was only trying to help. Right now he was slowly walking around the other guests. Politely excusing himself. he never really knew what to do in big crows. he didn't really know anyone, so it would be awkward to just start talking to some random stranger.

"Kris!," a voice called out.

Stopping, he turned around to face the person."Ralsei?," he asked. The prince of the dark world himself was making his way over to him. His heart sped up and he felt his face heat up as he stopped in front of him."Hi," he greeted.

"Um...H-Hi." Oh, man. Why couldn't he stop stuttering in front of him?! "Y-Your highness."

"No. None of that fancy stuff, please. We're both friends here."

“R-Right. Um.....How has your night been?"

He shrugged. "Pretty boring. I'm only here because Susie thought it’d be fun. I’ve never been to a lighner party before. What about you?”

"I....My...mother brought me." She looked down.

"Oh." He already knew about how his mother often tried to get him out of his comfort zone. "You....uh..maybe wanna dance?"

"R-Really? With me?"

He rubbed the back of his head. "Uh....yeah. I mean..You're the only one here that I know."

O-Ok." 

He offered him his hand and he shakily reached out to take it. He gently pulled him out towards the floor, where others were dancing. He gently pulled him closer to him and pressed his other hand to his back. Together they glided across the floor with him guiding Kris along.

Day 7:

What exactly made up a family? Most would picture a small house with a picket fence, a mom and dad, and a little boy and girl running around. But truth is it's not always that simple. Family is beyond blood or marriage. It's who's always making you smile and there for you....Or in his case a worried goat monster that wouldn't leave him alone for five minutes, but he didn’t mind. He sortof liked the attention since he it’s been so long since he felt this much loved, but right now-...As he snuggled down into the soft fluffy white fur of the sleeping goat monster, he sighed and almost drifted off to sleep if it wasn't for the absolute cute sneeze by the Dark World Prince. Ralsei scrunched his snout in sleep for a moment, making his glasses lopsided, before he relaxed back against Kris whi tensed at the sudden movement against him.....Before also relaxing back and allowing himself vulnerablility this one time.

@krisei-world

[black-dragon1998]

Sick Day

Alex Danvers gets a cold while reader is away on a mission.

pure fluff. 

maybe OC Alex Danvers (little bit).

Alex Danvers had two ways of reacting when she was sick. One, she denied she was sick and got to work anyway. Even though you pleaded with her to stay home on bed and rest. Not being able to put away her agent Danvers persona and being her typical stubborn self. Ore two she felled so miserably she became agitated and started acting like a child.one was almost always followed by two. 

On a mission in Alaska. The DEO had discovered CADMUS facility that was in the middle of a remote forest. You, being insensitive to the cold, revelling in cold climates, you were the perfect agent to infiltrate. The facility was not accessible by road, which meant that the last couple of miles you had to do by foot. No problem for you, you actually liked it. Gave you more time to think of how you were going to do this, it was a solo mission, so you were on your own for the whole mission. Back home you had studied the blueprint giving you a certain impression of how the facility would look. It wasn’t much but it was the best you could do, also Alex demanded you would at least show her something so you wouldn’t go in blind. But being a meta-human, almost as strong as a Kryptonian, giving you a huge advantage. Nevertheless, your girlfriend still worries. That’s why you aren’t surprised when your phone goes off. What does surprise you is that it is your actual phone and not your com.

“(Y/N)” Alex’s whine comes through the phone before you can say anything. Her voice sounded hoarse, and she was talking with a stuffy nose.

“yes, baby girl?” you answer her in a quiet voice, getting closer to the compound you needed to start watching your surroundings more. Tucking the phone between your shoulder and ear you do a quick scan of your surroundings.

“hi.”

“hi, sweetheart.” You can’t help the smile that is forming.

“How are you feeling?” you have to try hard not to laugh when she lets out a childish whine. Being pretty sure she was pouting on the other end of the phone.

“I feel like crap.”

“I know sweetheart, have you taken anything against the pain?” deadly silence follows.

“Alex?” there is a little edge to your voice.

“don’t want to. It tastes bad!” the childish whine was back in her voice.

“sweetheart…” you let out a sighed, leaning against a tree. Having arrived you checked your surroundings. Snow had begun to fall while you were on the phone, helped you blend in with your surroundings.There were a couple of guards outside, far enough away from each other and you, that they couldn’t hear you if you talked in a low voice.  You pull the sniper rifle from your back and lay on the ground, putting the phone back between your ear and shoulder.

“Are you home or still at the DEO?”

“home.”

“alone?” Alex home alone when she was sick wasn’t a good idea. Alex gets a fever. And that again is easily followed with nightmares and anxiety.

“no. Kara and Lena are here too.” She says before falling into a coughing fit.you were contemplating with one would be best to handle this. Kara would do anything for her sister but would overreact. Lena, you didn’t know how she would react with a sick person. At least you hoped she would keep a level head at this.

“sweetheart, could you put Lena on the phone for me? Pretty please.” You had to be delicate with this. Sick Alex was needy Alex if you finally got her to admit she was sick. She usually wouldn’t leave you presence and would demand cuddles all the time. 

“why?” Alex started to sound tired and you knew she would want to sleep soon.

“so I can tell her everything she has to do to make you feel better.” While the phone is being past around you take the time to take out the guards outside. Each with one shot to the head. Fast and clean.

“Hello?” came Lena’s familiar voice.

“one second.” With that, you shot the last guard.

“(Y/N)? why did Alex call you? Is everything okay with you.” You chuckled at hearing the little Luthor not being able to keep the worry out of her voice.

“I’m okay. It’s Alex I’m worried about. For what I gathered, she is sick.”

“Yeah. It took me and Kara the whole afternoon to convince her to come home and rest. She is running a low fever. But I don’t think it’s the flu, more the common cold.” She told you.

“well at least that is a relieve. Have you been able to get her to take any painkillers? Even with the common cold, she gets headaches and sore muscles.”

“no, she refuses everything.” Lena was clearly frustrated. You knew the feeling.

“guest so.”

“how do you do it. I have seen some stubborn Alex Danvers moments at the DEO but this one takes the cake. Not even Kara’s puppy dog eyes work.”

“well young one, let me teach you in the way of making a Danvers woman take her medicine. It will come in handy later with Kara because that can also be one stubborn cookie when she is sick.”Lena was a bit confused.

“Kara is a Kryptonian she doesn’t get sick?”

“when she has her powers she doesn’t, but when she solar flares she is a resistant as a toddler. As petulant too.” Remembering the last time Kara got sick, you thought it is best to warn Lena beforehand.

“nothing works as good with a Danvers woman as plain old blackmail. Alex’s is always cold when she is sick, so my GamePlan is, I put a blanket in the dryer and let it in there for ten minutes until it is nice and warm. Then I promise to give it to her if she takes her medicine. Works every time, for Kara the same. After that she most likely will fall asleep, she’s usually out for a couple of hours. I should be home after that.” With a small goodbye you hang up the phone and concentrate back on your mission, so you could go back home to your girlfriend. Infiltrating the compound wasn’t as hard as you thought it would be. It was a recon mission, so the key lay in staying undetected. Getting the information, you needed was effortless and before you knew it you were on your way back home, without any complications. Thinking the most hectic part of your day was over, imagine your surprise when stepping into the chaos that was your apartment. 

Alex and Kara were arguing over something, and Lena was in the open kitchen. Your entrance didn’t go unnoticed. Three heads turned and one of the women in the apartment made a beeline for you.

“(Y/N)!” Alex didn’t waste any time with wrapping her arms around your neck and burying her head in your neck.

“Hey, sweetheart. Feeling any better?” you asked stroking her back and giving a kiss to her forehead. You noticed she was still rather warm but was shivering in the meantime. She shook her head without looking up at you.

“(Y/N)! thank god you are here. Maybe you can convince my sister she has to take her medicine if she wants to feel better.” Kara came up not to you long after Alex did. You guessed this could happen, hoped it didn’t. without saying anything you moved to the couch on the Living room and placed Alex on it, wrapping her in a blanket.

“rest a bit while I talk to Kara and Lena okay.” You give her a kiss on the forehead. When trying to pull away, Alex started whining.

“nooooo!” with a speed you didn’t think she had in her, in her current state, she locked her arms around your neck and tried to drag you onto the couch. You were pretty sure you heard Lena snicker behind you, but you were to engrossed in Alex to be sure.

“it’s okay, sweetheart. I’m only going to be a couple of minutes and then I will give you my undivided attention. Okay.” You looked her in the eyes while pulling away for a bit too look her in the eyes.

“Okay.” With a final kiss on the forehead she lets go and nestles back into her blanket. 

“Nice work there.” Lena teases when you meet her at the counter

.“Yeah, she has been impossible after she awoke an hour ago.” Kara huffs. This made you chuckle.

“Sorry I didn’t make it back before she awoke.”

 “it’s no problem. How was the mission?” Lena asks while ingulfing you in a hug, followed by Kara.

“surprisingly uneventful. I guess you guys had more fun than I did.” You tease a little, which had the desired effect.

“don’t get me started on her,” Kara warns, which makes you snicker.

“okay. Why don’t you guys go home and I will take over grumpy over there.” You say while throwing a thump over your shoulder. Earning you a reaction from Alex.

“hey, I can hear you.” You say your goodbyes to Lena and Kara before walking back toward Alex. How by now is half asleep and only briefly opens her eyes as she sees you coming. Without a word, she opens her arms and makes grabby hands. With a tender smile you engulfed her in a hug while cuddling her on the couch. The moment you were semi-sitting down she was on you and engulfed you like an octopus. Nothing was said, but that wasn’t needed. it took Alex less than an hour to fall asleep and even then, you didn’t move. Not wanting to wake her and enjoying having her in your arms you stayed there for the largest part of the evening. Only when it became evident that Alex’s wasn’t going to move, did you take her to the bedroom, Laying her down she made a brief sound of discomfort.

“it’s okay, ill be right back.” Quickly putting on some sleepwear before climbing into bed with her and pulling her into you.

“love you.” You say giving her a sweet little kiss.

“love you too.” She breathed in your neck.

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Without Question (Epilogue)

Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Content: fluffy conclusion and maybe...mayyyyybe a future fic idea

Warnings: …none? Um...except for that one lady in there.

Word Count: Hot water does not quench my thirst no matter how good it might be for my body...which in itself is such a disaster of a thing.

MASTERLIST & Taglist in bio, my love

The life of a parasite is not that complex of an affair. It is born to live inside a host, gather its nutrients from the said host- more than often at the host's expense- live till it can breed more or find a better host. Its entire life is based on the expense of another creature; its survival in the flesh of someone who can contain it. Therefore, it is no wonder she does not like it when someone calls her a parasite. For she is not one. Her kind lives in codependency, finding a host it is compatible with and helping it flourish in return for nourishment.

Her species was known to have always gone for the living, looking for hosts they could control, be the dominant party of the two sitting in the conference room inside the mind of the body they inhabited, the foreboding controllers that they were. However, inhabiting a dead host- or someone near to it- was never talked about for carcasses were beneath them and their Titan-like ego.

But she isn't like them. She wants to be different. To finally have the freedom she has craved for her entire existence; she wants to live it. And so, she has decided to throw all the laws of the dead empire outside the window and try her theory of inhabiting a body nearly at its deathbed.

The woman- strolled into the emergency room with fatal blows to her body in some accident- is covered in blood and bruises when the doctors try to rush into the process of saving her, measuring her heart rate, blood pressure and respiration rate. It is pure chaos for her to watch it all from the ceiling. Humans. Such soft creatures. She can sense that woman's vitals weakening with every passing moment, something the machines tell the medical professionals by a few seconds' delay. No amount of effort is going to repair that internal bleeding and shock accelerating that human's chances of death slithering right by the corner. And just at that second, she knows that flesh is no longer the resident to the soul it has been harbouring since the beginning of its time, she jumps discreetly into the body when the doctors are focusing at the screen that shows the patient is flatlining. One shock to through the defibrillator is enough for her to let the chemicals be catalysed to become one with neurons; her presence gradually gelling with the body to become one with it. And before any other human in the room can debate on it being a medical miracle, a sign of higher power or simply the inadequacy of the machines, she opens her eyes in her new form, seeing the world through an independent pair of windows for the first time.

Free.

.

"You know, when we both silently agreed on staying together, I wasn't really expecting you to spoil my life like this."

Steve's chuckle reverberates through the kitchen and dining hall. His honey-laced laugh reaches you in the living room to make you smile as you gather the whiteboard, a few markers, the portable speaker, and a couple of other knick-knacks for the small gathering you are about to have.

"If making breakfast every day is spoiling you then I am not even halfway to showing you how much more I can spoil your life, doll," he announces over the sound of something sizzling over the stove.

You bite your lips to stop the overflow of these gushing emotions all inside you. "Oh, let's not forget giving Stace the freedom to do whatever she wants, okay?" You state, getting up and moving towards the hall, "And you making that entire front yard-"

"That's our back yard."

Our back yard.

...Fuck. Why is he like this?

"Making our entire back yard into this freaking perfect garden with all those fancy fairy lights and a freaking gazebo!"

"You liked it," he stresses. You peak in from the entrance of the kitchen, watching him carefully place the omelettes in two plates along with the toasts- yours extra crispy with thinly spread butter on them- before pouring orange juice in two glasses.

"That doesn't matter," you retort, watching him being caught off guard, your heart instantly melting when his eyes light up on seeing you stand there. "I'm not gonna maintain that luxurious green patch when the time comes."

He stands facing you, his hands on his hips and oh heavens! that customised blue apron with chibi Captain America blessing its front gives you all the right feels in your stomach. "No problem," he affirms, picking the plates and moving them to the tiny breakfast table by the French window before coming back for the juice, "I'll take care of it. I'm pretty sure all of these are positive spoil-"

"Oh I'm not done yet," you interject, sauntering towards a slightly confused and faintly excited Steve, "you have me utterly spoiled-" you move your hands around his waist, earning an arched brow from him- "with all-" your hands go beyond his back, moving lower till they land over his butt cheeks- "of that-" and give them a tight squeeze, forcing a delightful hum out of Steve as you push him closer to you- "sex!"

"Hmm," Steve growls, planting his one hand on your waist under your t-shirt, while the other goes up to tease your lower lip with his thumb. "If you don't like being spoiled," he whispers, bringing his lips closer to you but never close enough for you to get a taste of him, "we can always stop."

"Or," you begin to propose through a moan by letting your hands run along the hem of his track pants, creating a wave of disturbance wherever your fingers touch him before stopping at the trail of hair going down, "we could make it a healthy habit so it doesn't seem like I'm being spoiled." 

Your fingers run down that soft golden trail, stirring something inside the Captain, his light eyes feeling a dark edge of mischief being added to them. His finger traces a path down from your lips to your neck, going further down your chest. "Everyone'll arrive in an hour," Steve sighs, giving a light shrug.

"Oh," you turn to look at the clock and realise he's not wrong, letting go of the waistband of his track pants, "then we should-"

Your sentence ends up a light shriek from Steve lifting you by your ass, making your reflexes wrap your legs around him. "That means," he grunts, balancing you effortlessly in those buff arms while his lust-filled eyes have yours locked in place, his voice a shade huskier as he starts moving to the bedroom, "I have a lot of time to make you question all that I do for you. And to you. And more."

Oooh yes!

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"How do I use this thing?"

Wasn't working with a human vessel not enough? Did they really have to invent these cheap electronic devices?

She looks down at the device that seems to keep buzzing with different messages for some reason as she tries to find her way through the street.

Getting out of the hospital had been easy (and so was getting a fresh set of clothes). Give the docs and nurses another pile of flesh and bones to worry about and they run like scared animals to help their flock. Now, she is out exploring, trying to work with this new suit, find out the perks and non-perks, questioning her idea of travelling solo when having another conscience to talk to and gnaw at would have been easier. Now it's just her with her voice speaking from some uncharted void walking down into a farmer's market, already having discovered how much of gross unwanted attention this sex of the human species is given on the street.

There is a huge variety of delectables lines up that the humans seemingly prefer. Different shapes, colours and sizes. Some smell sweet, some sour, and some smell like they would sting your tongue before leaving a sweetness behind. Strange edibles. She watches another human- a man as far as the scent of the hormones off him goes- politely asking for some fresh oranges while telling the man behind the counter the ones he is trying to pack do not smell fresh. The sweet nectar of curiosity seems to send a reaction to her brain, making her step towards the box of citrus fruits displayed for the customers. Quickly picking half a dozen from down the different boxes, she brings them forward to the man who is nearly losing his patience. "These are fresh."

The man turns to see her. And she gets a good look at him for the first time. Hypnotising blue eyes look at her in a flurry of confusion and gratuitous delight, the beard hiding pink lips and flushed cheeks.

After a short considerable second, he takes the oranges from her. "Thank you," he mentions without blinking, taking a little time to turn back to make the payment. And in that turn is a microscopic moment, he watches, from the corner of his eye, a stranger try to touch her ass for barely a second.

She, of course, feels it too well. The man turns to get hold of that pervert and kick some respect into him only to find her punching the daylights out of him.

And he just stands there, full body in pause, mind in awe of the woman who has knocked that excuse of a man out in one blow, looking at her once again- this time from his heart. She looks back at him too; though with visible shades of uncertainty before looking down at the guy.

"Was I not supposed to do that?" She asks the man who by now has his mouth agape, still looking at her.

He blinks. "Huh?" Looks down at the man and raises his brows and chuckles. "What? No. I mean yes. You are absolutely supposed to do that."

"Oh-" she nods, and he watches her beam and be proud of herself, "okay."

"Um," he tries to catch her attention.  "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

She looks down at the hand she used, feeling nothing more than minute tickles. "Yeah, I think I'm good." She turns her gaze back to him with a smile.

He melts inside.

"Do you know where is this place?" She asks him, taking out a card she found in her- the dead woman's- pocket.

"This," he hums, reading the card, "was a few blocks down the road the last I saw it."

"Oh," she scrunches her nose and feels a tired groan come out of her, "how far?"

"I can drop you there if you want," he blurts out, "I'm going that way myself."

She looks at him again. Watching him run his hands through his long lush hair, wondering if she'd seen him somewhere before shaking that thought off, knowing full well that she would remember a pretty face like this. "Yes, I'd like that."

"Great," he chirps. "Oh, I'm James," he addresses, drawing forward his hand, "my friends call me Bucky."

"Bucky," she tastes the name on her tongue and feels all the black mush inside her do a little dance for some unknown reason.

"And you are?"

She licks her lips and feels them stretch involuntary, drawing her own hand forward to meet his, saying her name to bring herself- her true self- into existence, letting the air carry her name for whatever future it is to bring for her.

[xoruffitup]

Adam in Burn This (6/12)

I saw Burn This again on June 12th and HOO BOY, for this show I’ve got nothing but flail! I think I’ve already worked through most of my critical analyst urges already, so this is gonna be just pure, chaotic Adam fangirling. :’)

The man was robbed of his Tony. Pale is this character who I would absolutely hate on the page or in abstract. But then Adam, the utter jerk, barges and flails his way on stage and makes Pale so human and compelling and just absolutely riveting to watch that hating him becomes physically impossible. I mentioned before how the play functions to make the audience Anna’s proxy (down towards the end of the second section here), and never has that been truer than last night. I literally was Anna, okay. I was repelled and intimidated and scandalized by Pale’s uncontrollable, massive presence; his encroaching, searing physicality; his unpretentious, guileless anger and passions and frenetic creative energy.

One second, you’re watching this massive brickhouse tumble into crying, sniffling pieces so vulnerable and wrecked it could tear your heart out. The next he’s cracking a joke, flirting, cussing, and every single swing is so bracingly authentic that you’re literally pulled to the edge of your seat, unsure if in attraction or revulsion. Either way, you’re along for the wild ride with him every step of the way, feeling the same conflicted and unwilling compulsion towards him Anna is. Pale doesn’t just unwittingly seduce Anna; Adam absorbs every single audience member’s attention like a black hole and before you know it the audience is caring for him even before they have any hope of deciding whether they even like him. (Evidenced by the collective gasp of fear that rises from the audience when Pale, drunk, climbs outside onto a fire escape.) To call him magnetic, electric, a revelation to watch – They’re all woefully inadequate descriptions. He’s a literal inferno, blazing even when he’s silent.

So even though I have yet to reach a personal resolution on whether I accept Pale from an ethical perspective, I am nevertheless complete trash for him because Adam really leaves me no choice in the matter. Damn him. <3

Last night I sat in the upper balcony for the first time, but my friend brought binoculars we passed back and forth (lol, yes really) and I actually saw so many new, detailed nuances to Adam’s acting. I’ll go through the moments that really stood out – though it’s honestly hard to pick because he really is that Extra during the entire damn play.

Act 1

When he puts his leg up on the couch to show Anna how “fucked up” his pants are, then kind of realizes he’s standing there with his leg all weird up on the couch, asking her to look at his pants… Then just smoothly lifts his leg over the table before he lowers it, then makes the coyest face ever at her while he does this slow, deliberate twirl with the most shit-eating look on his face. The audience dies, then he cracks “I coulda been the dancer,” and the audience falls apart again.

The way you can feel his momentum and buzzing energy begin to darken, right before he breaks down completely. When he stops pacing around for the first time and his voice changes, going soft as the guilt and sorrow creeps up on him in the form of physical pain he feels driving straight through his heart. And it’s alarming, when he goes still for the first time.

I swear I’ve never seen him cry so much as last night. Once he broke down, the sniffling was constant, with these utterly, completely broken sounds mixed in whenever he tried to talk.

“Nah, this ain’t me…” “I’m trying to picture him here.”

And he keeps aggressively pushing his hair back while he’s crying, as if he can force the tears away with brute force.

OKAY so watching their first kissing scene through a pair of binoculars was like being personally undressed and ravished, holy god. A bomb could have gone off in the theater and he wouldn’t have looked away from her, he had such consuming focus. When he slides close to her, the first thing he does is slowly lift a hand to touch her hair, his eyes darting between where his fingers brush the strands and her face, gauging her reaction. And then when he leans in so slowly for the kiss, watching her first before his attention shifts to her mouth, and the kiss is slow and deep and….

Yeah I felt things.

From up in the balcony.

Adam’s kissing sex appeal is literally so flaming strong, I felt that heat from the damn balcony. I dare you to show me another man with such raw, intense sex appeal. Go on, I’ll wait. He asks her, “You okay?” when he pulls back, and she says in a sort of daze, “I’m fine.”

….Girl, I feel it too.

AHEM ANYWAY MOVING ON.

And then in the next scene, as if totally oblivious that he’s a literal tornado of sex, he just sweeps out the door with an over-the-shoulder “Alright I’m outta here” and it’s so blasé and masterfully hilarious.

Act 2 When he’s laying on the couch alone, half-asleep, and starts vaguely waving his arm in an attempt to remove invisible blankets. Then, without a single word, he reduces the entire audience to hysterics when he spends a solid two minutes pulling at the collar of his coat in a completely futile effort to take it off. That’s the level acting we’re dealing with here. He’s one-hand fighting his own coat and trying so damn hard and it’s the most entertaining thing of your entire year like WHAT EVEN.

God alsdfjsdlakjf okay when he comes out in the kimono robe and it’s open at first, for like 30 blissful seconds that massive, toned chest is out there to see above those tight black briefs and it is SO MUCH I blacked out and couldn’t even process the sight the first time I saw the play. …. Then he closes the robe, carefully ties it, fights with the sleeves because they clearly aren’t built for massive fuckin arms like his, and in an instant he’s the softest being I’ve ever seen and I’m confused as hell as to how I’m aroused and ‘omg bb’ adoring at the same time??? I think I need therapy? Or Adam needs to stop being massive and sexy but also awkward and soft at the same time, for the sake of my sanity?

I fail to imagine an image that will make my life more than giant Adam in this tiny bright purple silk kimono that barely reaches his thighs, bare foot, tying a dish towel around a pot of tea he just made like a tea cozy, then oh so carefully carrying the tea pot over to the table with his one arm still out of the sleeve and this look of intense focus on his face. I was overwhelmed and could not even begin to name the feels.

Let’s make it even WORSE shall we? When he hands Anna a cup of tea, kisses her forehead twice, says “That tea’s no good for a bad stomach. You want some milk?” then strokes her hair back, then asks “You want some eggs?”

GOD PALE GET OUT WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT

(^ We are all Anna)

The part where he sneakily picks up the phone to eavesdrop on Anna and Burton’s phone conversation, and stays completely silent for a long minute before hilariously bursting out, “YA GOT SOMETHIN’ TO SAY, BRUCE?!” And then AND THEN Anna angrily storms out of the bedroom and the bastard hides his face behind the empty robe sleeve and bats his eyelashes at her and bends at the knees in this cutesy little sorority girl squat and IM….?! “Real cute,” Anna says, trying real hard to be unimpressed, while the audience is in an uproar and everyone’s desperately trying to process all these newfound perplexing Adam Driver feels (WELCOME TO HELL, BITCHES. IT DOESN’T GET BETTER)

Okay okay there are SO many juicy bits during the exchange when Anna’s explaining she wants things to end between them. I was watching through the binoculars and when Anna says, “We’re apples and oranges.” He immediately gets this hella adorable smirk when he goes, “Oh yeah? Who’s the apple and who’s the orange?” Then the smirk grows when he’s all “Ever had an apple tart glazed with marmalade?” And then he’s just grinning because he’s so damn proud of how clever he is and he’s still in the FUCKIN purple kimono and he is ridiculous, I’d hate it if he didn’t own me body and soul.

Then it gets BETTER when he says, “You told me you ain’t been with no one else since you was with me a month ago. Me either. I figure one more time and we’ll have ourselves a hat trick.” And oh my GOD the shit eating grin! He looks at Larry, just grinning like a 5 year old and Larry gives him this hysterical disapproving, unamused shake of his head, but Pale just looks back at Anna full-on sunshine smiling and I’m like WHY ARE U MY PERSONAL BABY

(PS: JJ – That is what we need to see on Ben Solo’s face in TROS. You better deliver!)

He says some of my favorite dialogue here – The bit about “people walking down the street don’t mean a thing they’re doing.” He grows somber here, and this is a portion of the play’s call to its characters to strive for both emotional and artistic authenticity no matter what the price.

And then the scene gets heavy…. He stands up, disappears to get partially dressed, comes out, they start arguing, he’s still determined to make her see what’s clearly between them… And then she drops the definitive bomb over everything: “I don’t like you and I’m frightened of you.”

I watched his face through the binoculars while she delivered the blows, and it was literally like seeing a candle snuffed out. His expression melted like ice – Resolute and hard and determined one moment, and the next moment her words rush over and visibly crush him as the certainty melts from his face and leaves him empty and shell-shocked. Three seconds of silence when nothing moves but the set of his mouth and the light and strength in his face, but you’ve seen a grown man utterly crushed.

Ah, the last scene. In the first performance it was devastatingly, beautifully heartbreaking. In later performances it was humorous even while tragically inevitable. Either way, it’s brilliantly written and exquisitely acted. (Though as I’ve expressed before, I do prefer the more serious, helplessly sad versions.) I’ve never seen the two of them clutch each other as desperately and heart-rendering tenderly as they did in this performance. She fell into him on the couch, and he cradled her entire body to himself – Reaching a hand down to her thigh to pull her across his lap so his arms could engulf her entirely. They rocked together, and she clutched his arms still tighter to herself, and he kissed all over her hair while they made sounds near tears. And then Pale does break open a bit with something approaching a sob, before he curses and objects “I’m gonna cry all over your hair.”

But he only holds her tighter, as if they’ve both lost all conscious control over their bodies at this point, in the face of the all-powerful compulsion drawing them into each other’s orbits. The ending of this performance was absolutely stunning, leaving you with a myriad of unraveled emotions that are at once painfully incomplete and ill-defined, and yet just as bitingly complex and untamable as the most compelling moments of reality.

Over all, it’s nothing short of incredible to see how Adam continuously succeeds in upping his game throughout the course of the play’s run. He already brought the house down at the very first preview, and yet he manages to find new twists and interpretations to embody each and every time. What struck me this time is how boldly natural he’s become in the role – The way he leans into the accent like he’s really spent his entire damn life using the hard edges of the pronunciation like verbal brass knuckles. Adam has gotten to the point where just a single emphasized vowel sound brings the audience to hysterics:

“I heard that mollaaases you were pourin’ over maaam. Needed a shot o’ insulin.”

“Good niiiight, sleep tiiiiight.”

“Drinkin’ and thinkin’, man. Worse than drinkin’ and drivin’.”

“Fuckin’ hate Christmas. Look out… ribbons.”

“Get outta here; You’re useless!”

“Lemon will kill yaaa!”

“That was me and youuu up there.”

He has mastered how to pitch his voice for perfect, killer comedic effect. What’s more is how effortless he makes it seem; How utterly guileless. How he can swing from ugly crying to casual insensitive quip in the span of a minute, and make it just seem like the routine (if highly irregular) over-active synapses of a guy on coke. Even just his body language, the way he paces around the apartment in Act 1, completely out of sorts and out of his depth, like he’s never seen a coat rack or a stove before; A physical embodiment of his discomfiture with the emotions that don’t feel like they belong within him. His presence is imposing and even threatening, and yet his body language is alert and defensive, sometimes even self-flagellate. He embodies so many idiosyncrasies and tensions, it’s easy to see why his emotions burst from him in such tidal, chaotic floods.

I’m so thankful to have tickets to the final performance next month! I shudder to think of the feels I will drown in over how absolutely legend-level powerful Adam’s performance will be at that point. What a talent. What a man. 

I’d be overjoyed to receive any and all questions/thoughts about the play! :) Thanks for reading!

[scepticaldragon]

Fate | Kylo Ren x OC

Hey everyone!

I’m used to reblog a lot and not write much but there are exceptions, here is one. I guess I got so caught up in the Star Wars hype that my brain found an idea to write.

There are no spoilers for the Rise of Skywalker here since it is set during The Last Jedi, but it is kind of angsty.

I hope you like it (I guess I’m still not good at writing though and I’m sorry about that)

If you read me, I hope that everyone is having a good time for the end of this year and is reunited with their loved ones.

I’m out and I leave you to my awful writing then !

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Fate | Kylo Ren x OC

Warnings : it’s not happy, like at all

1750 words (I got carried away somehow)

She was his anchor. He was her light in the dark. Or at least he used to be.

The two of them had known each other as long as they could remember. He was the son of a legend, a princess who had become a general. She was the daughter of the general’s second, a man who had lost everything but his honour and his child. As the adults were making the galaxy better, the young ones were destined to be part of something bigger. Their faculties with the force had yet to be trained and were supposed to bring balance across planets.

Such was their future, but fate decided against it.

Rey was taking in the atmosphere of the small hut she had to call her own for her training. She never has been used to having much, so the small cabin and its austere interior would do great for her. It was still warmer inside than how the legendary Luke Skywalker treated her.

She heard a knock on the door and a girl she had found on her way to Luke’s planet let herself in.

“Hi, Rey. I figured you would need a blanket or two. It can be pretty chilly on this planet at night.”

The girl was about her age, Rey figured. But there was something about her that made her think she had lived other lives. She did not tell her name, just asked to come on board a few days ago and let her travel with her. Rey did not know if it was her aura or another mystic power that pushed her, but she trusted her immediately and agreed to her terms.

She sat on her bed, laying the blankets next to her. She obviously belonged here, Rey thought. And at the same time, it was as if she was getting to know the place.

“You must wonder why I know this kind of thing and why Luke reacted that way when he saw me.” She spoke matter of factly.

Rey did not have time to process it earlier, but now that she mentioned it, Luke almost ran away to his own hut as he first saw the stranger she was bringing with her and he did not speak once to her for the few days they had been here.

“Luke used to be my master. I was trained here, on this planet.” She paused, somewhat expecting a reaction from Rey who stood there aghast. “I finished my training earlier than expected, due to... particular circumstances. We haven’t seen each other ever since.”

“You’re a jedi and you didn’t think about telling me when we first met...”

“Well... first I’m not a jedi technically speaking since I never completed my training. And second, I think introducing myself as a jedi feels sort of pretentious, don’t you think?”

“Oh don’t play that game with me. You knew where I was going? You knew I was going to find—“

“Find who?”

As he had before, Kylo Ren was unexpectedly in the room all of the sudden, and she did not know what to do.

Meanwhile, the stranger looked more closely at Rey whose stare was apparently blank and yet full of fear.

“Rey? Are you alright?”

Kylo Ren’s brows furrowed when he heard a voice faraway calling her name. He only saw Rey and heard no voice but hers and another coming from afar.

“Rey?” She kept on repeating, still an illusion in Ren’s mind.

“Who’s this?” Ren said, confused. “Where are you?”

Rey got back to her senses and said nothing about the apparition that made her freeze, especially since she did not want the girl to think she was crazy. Or worst, with the first order.

“Um... nothing. I just remembered something... but it’s not important.” Rey thought that sounding just a little bit crazy could not hurt, not as much than telling Kylo Ren was standing right in front of her.

“Oh, okay. So, you’re not mad then? About me not telling you about my jedi past?”

“Oh... no, no. Of course not.”

“Are you sure you’re alright? You seem distracted.”

The more the stranger talked the more confused Kylo Ren looked. He was trying hard to decipher what the other voice said and most importantly whose it was. Rey could see there was something more than could meet the eye.

“No really I’m okay... um... By the way, you never told me your name.”

“Didn’t I? I’m Adena. Adena Fadilyon.”

The name of the jedi apprentice seem to reach clearly Kylo Ren’s ears like an epiphany. Something he hadn’t heard in years and sounded like a revelation to him. Only Rey had to find out what it could reveal. Something possibly deep judging by the shocked look on Ren’s face.

“Tell me about your apprenticeship with Luke? How was it?”

Adena frowned as she knew that Rey probably wanted to know much more than what her question supposed.

“Hard. But Luke is kind of fair. I don’t have a lot of comparison since he’s the last jedi master but he will train you well.”

The scavenger could see that the frown adorned by Kylo Ren was slowly disappearing. He must now hear everything Adena had to say and clearly was not happy about the situation.

“So you met her... Adena... I wonder how. But I guess it’s for the best. Now you can come to me and bring her along, we could be even stronger together.”

Rey was surprised by Kylo’s demand. She was fairly certain that the girl’s power would be of help to him but she also knew it meant more than just another lightsaber on his team.

“When did you get here the first time?”

Adena did not expect that question nor any interest coming from Rey. Yet the trust she had felt for her was mutual and she had no reason not to tell her.

“I should warn you: this is probably a story you don’t want to hear and with people you don’t want to hear about. For my sake, at least. You might have different thoughts about me after that.”

Rey looked directly at Kylo Ren who clearly had something to hide concerning this girl. Yet, he did not seem upset that she wanted to know. That was because he had no idea of Rey’s motivations.

“Adena, I won’t change my mind about you because of your past. We all have one.”

The girl nodded before starting to tell her story.

“I came here when I was eight years old. I had grown up on a rebel base, my dad was second to general Organa and obviously he found out I was force sensitive. And also, I was friends with Ben Solo who would later be called Kylo Ren.”

Rey’s attention wandered between Adena and Kylo. The emotion present in her voice matched his discomfort at hearing the tale of the former jedi apprentice.

“I have been caught between two fires during my stay here. I was on the one hand Ben’s friend...” she winced at using the word friend, as if their relationship still pained her so much time after they had been apart. “Stars, no... He was more than that. He was my lover, the first and only man I will ever love in this galaxy and in this life. None of us wanted to come here but we knew we would be fine as long as we had each other. I sensed pretty early that he was slightly going out of reach, slipping slowly to the dark side... I gave him everything, but everything was not enough.”

Ren looked defeated at that point. Tears were rolling down his cheeks. Rey knew he could not see her but their relationship was probably so strong he could not bear it. As for Adena, it looked as if she had no more tears left in her body, only resignation. Yet pain was obvious on either side.

“What if I told you he heard everything you just said?” This time it was Rey who spoke, earning a questioning look from Adena and a disapproving one from Kylo. How could she handle so much suffering from two people who loved each other when it could be solved this instant?

Adena looked around, half scared and half shocked at the possibility of his presence here.

“What do you mean?”

“For a few days we have been in contact. We can see each other. But you’re the first person that he can hear.”

She froze immediately. While Rey was not sure of her reaction, Kylo, despite the years that tore them apart, knew. He knew the rush of emotions flowing through his lover. A mixture of jealousy, sadness, rage, passion... he imagined them at this moment but there was a time he would have felt them all.

“You have a sort of bond, is that it? I’m guessing through the force?” Adena said calmly, but the raging emotions kept on invading her, clouding her clear thinking, darkening her mind.

Rey nodded and kept on examining the features Adena was showing. She did not know what to expect since she had known her for a few days, but she could not possibly keep her head high, not after her revelations from moments before.

Ren also was hanging onto Adena‘s lips. She had opened a wound he thought was closed forever. He remembered the day he left the academy leaving everyone for dead, save for the few who were willing to follow him. And her. He had never known why she left that night but he never found her. His plan had been to take her with him of course, willingly or not, but he never got the chance.

“Rey, please tell me where you are, I need to know!” It used to be a threat, now it was a desperate plea.

“We used to have a bond of our own...” she whispered, to herself as well as to them, her gaze blank, still processing the situation. “You broke it, Ben. When you left and Kylo Ren took your place... At least you care enough about someone to be able to create a new one” she said, finally giving up.

She rose from her seat and left the hut at a determined pace while Kylo kept on screaming at Rey to hold her back.

Fate was never on her side and she had finally come to terms with the idea.