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unpretty · 1 year

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May I get the dissertation on Beverly Hills Cop. Please.

andrew just turned on our bluray so i dug through my inbox to see if this ask was still here. however i'm not gonna do anything fancy, just liveblog obnoxiously.

ultimately it's an 80s cop movie so don't expect it to age well and not be that. it's still aged better than eddie murphy's delirious but that's not saying much (do not try to watch eddie murphy's early standup in 2023).

anyway first of all the theme song fucking rules, i'll never forgive crazy frog for what they did to this song (and also the many other crimes of that vile amphibian)

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eddie murphy really carries this fucking movie. can you believe they wanted to give this to stallone??? fucking imagine. he wanted to be a cool guy named snake who drove cool cars. we can't be in the worst of all possible universes because that didn't happen and he stuck all his bad ideas in cobra (1986). allegedly he quit over a disagreement about orange juice, which is probably not true but is very funny to imagine. every anecdote you've ever heard about a funny scene being improvised actually came from this movie, i think. this might be the only movie where that's true. the original script is, according to Everyone, fucking dire. it was actually twelve scripts clumsily pasted together. they had no choice but to let a bunch of feral comedians run wild and waste miles of film because they kept making each other laugh. it was the only way to salvage anything out of that script.

i know what i just said about the script but the beginning of the movie is a fucking masterclass in efficient storytelling. every beat conveys multiple important points of information. you meet axel doing an illegal deal and. okay the part where a cop car slowly comes up behind them in the alley while they're arguing about money is extremely funny. there's a whole fucking chase scene before they reveal that axel was a cop the whole time which really sets the tone. this man is a con artist. he's doing his own thing. everyone's sick of his shit. he'd be extremely good at his job if his job was being a wacky vigilante and not a fucking cop.

they introduce A Mysterious Figure From His Past whose whole deal establishes that axel actually was a criminal, and he's got criminal friends, and those friends were so good they took the fall for his ass. they love him! he loves them!! he owes his whole scummy life to this guy!!! it makes it good and devastating when he fucking dies, and yeah, sure, of course axel is going to travel to beverly hills to avenge his dead friend. the scene is set, it took very little time, it told you very little directly. all things i enjoy.

from here on out a major source of tension is the fundamental difference in policing between a poor black city and a rich white city. they deliberately designed the beverly hills police department set to look like a private security firm for rich people. they had to invent the concept of gps, which did not exist, for these bougie cops. axel expects to be able to get away with a lot more than he does. he expects the cops to put up with a lot less than they do. the scene where bogomil makes taggart apologize to axel and asks if axel wants to press charges is cringe as fuck for how it makes this look ridiculous and not fully fucking reasonable to expect a cop not to punch a guy, even if he's being annoying on purpose. but it's important to establish the level of culture shock this is for axel, who has never in his life seen a white officer experience a consequence (he personally experiences many consequences).

if axel foley were played by a white man there is a 100% chance there would have been a romantic subplot with his lady friend who worked for the same rich asshole as their murdered friend. we're all clear on that, right? like. i enjoy the lack of a romantic subplot, but we all know why that's missing, right? they did not leave jenny single for girl power reasons.

allegedly bronson pinchot didn't tell anyone he was going to do that fucking accent in the art gallery scene until they were already filming. i feel like that scene is just two men trying to get each other to break on camera. anyway pinchot got a gig on perfect strangers because of it so good call buddy.

fucking. taggart and rosewood. john ashton and judge reinhold. fucking perfect. they were teamed up in the audition and instead of acting like cops they acted like an old married couple and the genius doing casting was like "yes perfect" and they got the job and also stuck the audition scene in the movie. the part where rosewood talks about all the red meat in your bowels. excellent. i love them. rosewood being the by-the-book cop because he's a rookie while taggart is rougher around the edges is so good. rosewood actually having a blast and really wanting to tell the fun story of how axel distracted them with food delivery and stuck bananas in their tailpipe is so good. damon wayans is credited as "banana man". there are no small roles in this life.

and the movie does my favorite thing, which is establish that taggart and rosewood and even bogomil actually are competent. they don't seem like it because axel is there literally sticking bananas in tailpipes, but they ARE good at their jobs. the strip club scene? they could have made it another "axel foley is the coolest cop" scene where he brings that guy down. but instead the other cops see that he's onto something and follow his lead.

the "supercops" scene is great because ashton fucking breaks. you can see him break. he is trying so hard not to break but it's too fucking funny.

there are multiple scenes where axel fucks up and it's always because he's actually very emotional and upset about his fucking friend getting murdered by a rich guy who expects no consequences. all of his major fuckups are because he really cannot stand that guy being a smug asshole about it. the scene at the country club is the one i could most stand to cut, but it's important for establishing axel's rage and also hubris. he is angry and he is impatient and he KNOWS this motherfucker is up to something. he wants to ruin this man's life. he wants to humiliate him. he doesn't care if it's legal. however you couldn't lose this scene without also losing "this all happened the last time i parked here" so it has to stay. also the part where axel pretends to be gay and implies he gave another man herpes as a con hasn't aged well. i still laughed, but, you know. i recognize it for what it is.

there's such a good scene with bogomil. where he's like. axel. for the love of god. give me something. you are clearly an intelligent man and you clearly think you are onto something. we are on the same side here. what the fuck is going on. and axel lays it all out and bogomil is like "that all sounds very plausible but you have jack shit for evidence, we are going to try to find evidence so we can do something about this LEGALLY" and then it's made clear that he is also beholden to authorities, specifically an appointed official who is very much on the side of wealthy shitheads. "i wanna be a good cop but politicians won't let me" is horseshit but as a narrative device it's a good one. definitely preferable to that bbc sherlock "i am a genius, let's establish this by surrounding me with bumbling morons" approach. i mean it's true that cops are all bumbling morons but it's bad storytelling if your main character is also, literally or figuratively, a fucking cop.

rosewood being talked into helping because he's young and really wants to do good is also good. is there axel foley/billy rosewood fanfic? there must be. rosewood is smitten with axel. you can see it. axel tells rosewood to think of him whenever he gets out of the shower. the signs are all there. where was i. jenny's insistence on participating (because she ALSO wants to avenge her dead friend) creates an unfortunate damsel situation, but that works out because the instant a white lady is in danger that creates all the incentive the plot needs for the cops to be useful. did you know she was an amateur bodybuilder? they should have let her kick ass.

then at the end when bogomil is like. hello boss. i have an explanation for everything that you cannot disprove. which is bad! they killed a man and are falsifying a police report. but also it's an axel move and that makes it okay because it's movies. axel convincing bogomil to talk to his boss by threatening to stay in beverly hills is a quality gag.

there's an alternate universe where the character does that and becomes a private eye and we get a procedural tv show out of it. apparently that almost happened. instead we got beverly hills cops two and three, which aren't as good, because they were actual movies with real scripts and not just bizarre fever dreams assembled from scraps of action movies that no one wanted to make glued together by comedians wasting film with some of the best one-liners you've ever heard.

#original #beverly hills cop

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pennyngram · 2 years

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Orgulho e Paixão: the Netherfield Ball

The Netherfield Ball happens throughout episodes 6 and 10 (more or less) and it's actually a picnic.

Mr Bingley wishes to use this occasion to ask Jane to marry him (which WOW, you've known each other for less than a week basically, dude) but Caroline doesn't want that to happen. She tries convincing Darcy that Jane and the Bennets are fortune hunters, but Darcy reacts more reasonably than in the novel and asks for receipts. This will be important later.

Liz and Darcy still haven't spoken since kissing multiple times, so they steal away for a moment and kiss again. Liz asks Darcy whether or not he is in love with her, once and for all. And Darcy answers: "a senhorita aceita namorar comigo?", which, according to @landofanimes essentially means"will you date me?" (Thank you again for the help, Arukas). And Liz says "YES!" and they kiss again.

Meanwhile, Jane has overheard Bingley rehearsing his proposal and Caroline has discovered the whole "let's send Jane to Netherfield in the rain so she'll end up stuck there" thing so she tries to manipulate Lydia into telling it to Darcy. She finally succeeds, but only when Bingley is on the point of declaring himself in front of the whole party!

So Darcy stops him at the last moment and he and Caroline tell him the whole thing. Darcy recommends that Bingley waits before proposing (and this gets overheard by Emma but hasn't come into play yet). Bingley's heart is broken. He goes back to dance with Jane but accuses her of being a fortune hunter.

Jane is shocked and runs away, followed by Liz. Now, since the novela is set in Brazil, they of course end up lost in the jungle.

The one to raise the alarm is Ernesto (the farmer guy from before, he was waitressing at the party), who had seen Liz running towards the jungle.

So a HUGE search party gets organized to find Jane and Liz, that in the meantime have become separated. They find Jane but Elisabeta risks getting eaten by a jaguar! She was literally on the edge of a cliff, at the end of an episode, lmao. Needless to say, she gets saved by... Ernesto, because Darcy and the others had been misdirected by Caroline, who apparently would love to see Liz dead (she is going to be soooo evil later on, I can feel it).

Liz and Ernesto live near each other and Liz is kind of pissed at Darcy for interrupting Bingley's proposal, so she decides to go home with Ernesto. Along the way, they talk about their aspirations for the future (basically making a name for themselves outside of the Coffee Valley) but while Liz sees this as a cool moment between childhood friends, Ernesto instantly falls in love with her. I don't know what to tell you, the writing team must really believe in insta-love for some reason.

And that's the end of the Netherfield Ball event from a Pride and Prejudice perspective.

Everyone else:

Emma has tried to combine a date between Mr Knightley and this other lady and he is not pleased at all.

Col. Brandon has heard Marianne say "he is a nice guy but like... so dull and pityful" and he is not pleased either.

Catherine/Jane E and Tilney/Rochester had kind of a row before the Ball/picnic because he had invited her to meet his father and she got all anxious and decided not to show up. But they make up at the ball, don't worry.

A wild Wickham has appeared. Lydia is very interested in him but he (spoiler) seems to be more interested in Marianne.

Also, a stuttering love interest for Lydia has appeared but she doesn't care for him one bit.

#orgulho e paixão

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peezbabey · 3 years

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Yan!Jeff, Yan!EJ, Yan!Brian, Yan!Toby, Yan!Tim when their s/o cheats on them

pls send me asks :') I especially love yandere stuff

Contains gore

Jeff The Killer

Contrary to popular belief, Jeff wouldn't actually kill you, oh no

Or your other partner

Oh no, he'd keep you alive together

This is what you wanted right?

He'd be terrifyingly calm and slow the entire time

He'd tie you both up in his attic (He thinks basements are to cliche)

He'd tie you up on opposite sides of the room so you can't comfort or be with eachother

You'd be tied up more comfortably, but Jeff wouldn't admit it. He'd tell you it's so you can see him torture your partner.

Which he would.

Lots of physical and psychological torture.

He'd cut of their fingers and force feed them to them infront of you,

Maybe he'll even shove one down your throat if he's feeling generous

Jeff would also shower you in love infront of your preferred lover, not real love of course.

He's only doing it to mock them.

Whatever happens, you're not getting out of there for a long time.

But you're together. This is what you wanted right?

Eyeless Jack

First of all he ties a bloodsoaked gag around your mouth.

He doesn't need an explanation.

That doesn't, however, stop you from screaming as you watch your lover get torn to shreds.

As you watch them be gutted alive and fed their heart while they're still conscious.

That doesn't stop you from squirming to get away as you're quite litterally showered in their blood

You scream so hard it hurts as you watch Jack rip the gag off of you and shove your ex's kidney down your throat, his claws scraping across your face painfully leaving huge gashes that bleed all over you.

You stop screaming, however, when a heavy boot comes in collision with your throat, and you're choked to death by the man you despised most.

Don't worry though, your kidneys are still his most prized possession, so your rotting corpse should be grateful.

Brian

Blind rage.

Blind fucking rage.

Hope you like your head being repeatedly smashed into the marble kitchen counter.

He gave you so much when he didn't have to

A bed, food,love.

How dare you?

He's so enraged with you, that he goes straight for you first.

But even if your lover tries to protect you or run, they're dead either way.

It's honestly terrifying

Even when angry, Brian is usually calm and silent so him being so loud and enraged is petrifying.

Especially if he's wearing his mask.

Toby

Yeah, no, our boy is in denile.

And if you're smart, you'll keep him there.

You're his beautiful angel, his reason to live

You'd never do that to him. Right?

No, haha, no.

He would immediately assume you were being assaulted,

And if you're stupid enough to deny that, he'll just believe you've been manipulated.

You're just in shock, you poor thing.

Don't worry though, he'll love you enough to make up for it!

Better hope you're not noticeably upset at the loss of your 'lover' otherwise you might just dissappear.

Tim

He didn't mean to kill you while he was beating the shit out of you.

It just happened.

You're lover was long gone, a bloody mess in the corner, a bullet hole in his chest and multiple dents in their face.

You are now curled up on the floor, limp and unmoving.

He feels regret, he took it to far.

But he'll never show it, you don't deserve the guilt he holds

So instead of mourning, he's going to give your body one last kick, just to check if you're actually gone make sure you're really gone

and then go out to smoke a cigarette.

You're lovers body will sit in that corner for a while, probably till someone else moves it,

Yours will be buried somewhere, with a single flower on the top.

No gravestone or anything, he's stubborn, so he'll make sure no one will remember you.

He'll pretend he doesn't remember you himself by downing bottles of alcohol

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nekomasmanager · 3 years

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Azumane Asahi × Reader

Am I going to post my one shots here too? Yes, yes I will. This is a collection of one shots I'm currently writing over on ao3 (if you want to you can check it out there! This is the first chapter). This collection features a female reader that is actually part of the Girls Volleyball Club at the boy in the pairing's High School (that way it makes more sense and it's easier for me to write!), and her multiple encounters with the different Haikyuu!! boys. I hope you like it and don't find it too cringey╰(*°▽°*)╯

So first off it's going to be my Asahi one shot! Hope you like it!

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Pairing: Azumane Asahi & Reader Word Count: 2275 Fandom: Haikyuu!! Original Post Date on ao3: 24/02/2021

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ You lost. You didn't make it past the first preliminary round. You're going home empty handed. It was all your fault. You didn't think you could reach a lower point in your volleyball career, but you just did.

He would be so disappointed in you. After everything he did, this is how you're repaying him for the hours of training you did together. He would be disappointed.

Your team was huddled up outside the gym, crestfallen expressions on your faces. One teammate was even crying thinking it was her fault this happened. She doesn't know that it was all yours. Captain reassures her that it's not, you did whatever you could to try to win, even if you didn't, she was proud of your team. After saying all that, she was called over by your sensei. You noticed some were admiring her strength, but you quickly noticed that she's just strong in front of you. She's just waiting for the moment she's alone, away from your prying eyes, to finally let down all her tears. She shouldn't cry. It wasn't her fault, she tried her best to get you to practice. You were at fault for not telling my teammates to come to practice, for not encouraging them more, for not pushing them more, because, well, it was your job to do so, being vice-captain and all.

You felt terrible. Your mind couldn't focus on anything else but the failure you just witness because of your lack of leadership skills, your lack of volleyball skills. You just had to practice something. You excused yourself, telling your teammates that you're going to look for an empty gym to practice your serves. They looked at you with pity in their eyes, knowing they couldn't stop you, even though they know you're going to exert yourself to the point of exhaustion. You always held the weight of failure on your shoulder, blaming yourself over and over. Being a third year, those tournaments are going to be the last ones you'll be able to compete in while still being on your school's team.

When you finally find an empty gym, you find a few wayward balls. You begin by collecting them in the bin, thinking that maybe this is the space for a team's practice time. After gathering them next to you, you pick up one ball, and try to jump serve it. It gets to the other side, but the power behind that serve is still weak.

You need to get better. You pick up a second one, and start imagine it as one of your failures that you want to get far away from. When you hit it, it had more force behind it. That's it, you thought. That's how you should do it. You keep doing that, thinking of all the terrible things you need to get away from, of the disappointment you issued with your playing, of all the things you could do better, you could've done better if you were a bit more authoritative.

You did not notice tears flowing down your face, until you saw them splashing on the ball between your hands. Not being able to stay up, you crash down on your knees, volleyball forgotten, and start sobbing silently into your hands. You began muttering: "he must be really disappointed in me. I'm such a failure. He'll no longer be my friend. I ruined everything for my team."

You heard some steps outside the gym door, but you don't care who saw you like that, the tears wouldn't stop anyways. The steps are now faster and louder. You hear a bag hitting the floor, and someone running to you. You thought it was one of your teammates checking up on you. "Y/N?" That's a male voice. Looking up, you see Asahi-San with a worried look on his face. Not being able to stop your tears, a sob finally escapes your lips when you see him, and that's all it took him to go down on his knees and hug you.

Before you wrap up your arms around him, you mutter under your breath "I don't deserve such kindness. I'm a failure. I shouldn't be part of this team. They're better off without me." Not wanting to hear you belittling yourself, Azumane holds you at arm's length, and looks at you dead in the eye, "what are saying about yourself? Did someone tell you all this?" You shake your head not wanting to speak. "I heard you before saying 'he'll be disappointed in me', were you referring to me?" You gently nod, looking down at your fingers, fidgeting and averting his kind brown eyes.

He gently grabs your chin, making you look at him, "I will never be disappointed in you, Y/N. Why would you think that of me?" "Because you wasted so much time on training me, and it was useless. I couldn't do anything to help my team win. I could barely keep the ball in the air. How could I be a good teammate when I'm such a burden to others, not letting them work well?" Your eyes were starting to well up with tears again. Azumane let go of your chin, and you buried yourself in his chest, clinging to his jacket.

He engulfed you in his arms, stroking your back and your hair, whispering softly in your ear, "none of the time I spent training with you was a waste. You're a formidable player, and I wouldn't ask someone else to train with me. You shouldn't be too hard on yourself, I'll always be by your side whether it's through victory or failure. I'm always going to be on your team." With those last words, you couldn't help the sobs that racked your chest and escaped your mouth.

You were shaking, but Asahi-San never let go of you. He smoothed your hair, and stroked your back, humming a song to calm you down. When you felt yourself calming down, no longer sobbing, just sniffling, you look up to Azumane, "do you have some tissues please?" "Yeah sure let me check in my bag for a second." He brings his discarded bag next to you, and shuffles through it, until he finds a packet of tissues that he hands to you. You nod your head while accepting the packet, blowing your nose softly and trying to wipe your eyes.

Your finger are pried away from your face and replaced with bigger warmer hands that wipe your tears gently. You noticed you were quite forceful when wiping your tears. You were so grateful for Azumane, that you closed your eyes and just relaxed under his touch, trying to calm your breaths. A few tears still escape your closed eyes, the movement on your face stopped, and you open your eyes. You noticed Azumane's face got closer to yours, but before anything happens you had to ask one question.

"Why are you always so nice to me? I don't deserve it. I'm just me. Plain old Y/N. But you're perfect. You're an amazing athlete, one I can only aspire to be like. You have such a gentle and kind soul. Even if you get nervous or scared of something, with a few encouraging words, you're back to your confident self. Meanwhile I'm here, crying and sobbing cause I'm the reason my entire team failed, I'm supposed to bring them together with my captain, but I couldn't even do that. You don't even deserve me liking you, you deserve someone who's better than me to like you. Someone who can complete you in the best ways possible. Someone who's not me. So why do always stay by my side even when I wouldn't want to be by my own side?"

You started crying again, letting out all of your feelings for Azumane accidentally because of your frustration. Silent tears were rolling down your face, you're looking down at your fingers clutching the tissue packet, not daring to look him in the eyes. "Y/N?" "What?" "Look at me." You gingerly lift your head up, scared of meeting his eyes. But what you face wasn't what you expected.

Azumane's face was a mix of shock and warmth and something you couldn't quite read. He wanted to say something, but was struggling to do so. He ended up engulfing you with one of the biggest hugs you ever received, the kind of hug that puts everything back in its place, the kind of hug you never want it to end. He whispered so low you were afraid you wouldn't be able to hear him, "I like you too Y/N."

You couldn't believe what you just heard. Shocked, you raise your head, tears still prominent on your face, and you're met with the most handsome, warm face you've ever seen in your life. "Why are tearing up Azumane? I'm the one who should be crying!" "I just couldn't handle seeing you this sad and distraught over something that wasn't your fault. I couldn't handle seeing the girl I love belittling herself." While saying that, you noticed that both his hands are on your cheeks, and getting closer with every word he said.

Your breath hitched, but at the same time, you wanted him closer. You stand up on your knees, facing him head on. That's the only sign he needed before closing the gap between the two of you. You never would've thought that you would be kissing Azumane Asahi, but there you are, in his arms, in the arms of the man who loves you. You couldn't have asked for a better way to make you feel better. As you disentangle yourself from him to catch your breath, you notice him being flushed and you couldn't help but rest your hand on his warm cheek. He nuzzles his head into your hand and kisses the inside of it. You melt right there and then.

"Do you really love me? Or did you mean it as friends?" you ask shyly, feeling stupid as the question left your lips. "Well I wouldn't have kissed you if I only loved you as a friend" he says gently as he tucked a loose strand of your hair. You blush and try to cover your warming cheeks, but he catches your hands before you do so. "Can I ask you something Asahi?" "Anything for you Y/N." "Oh stop it." you lightly hit him on his shoulder. "How did you know where to find me? I remember only telling my teammates."

"Oh well you see. Sometime during our second match, your team came to cheer us on. But I didn't notice them until the end. I was looking for you between your teammates, and I guess your captain knew who I was looking for, and told me where to find you, with the notice that you may or may not be blaming the loss of the game on yourself." You shyly look down at your intertwined hands. "So as soon as I could, I came looking for you, worried that you might be exerting yourself, practicing as you usually do when you blame yourself. And when I heard tiny sniffles, a volleyball hitting the floor, and a bunch of mumbled words, I came faster, and I saw you broken down on the floor, silently crying and sobbing into your arms. My heart was wrenching when I saw you. I could only just come and hug you, trying to make you feel better. And well I guess I achieved that." He says cheekily while booping your nose with his finger but never letting go of your hand.

With still warm cheeks, you look at him, wondering one thing. "Wait you said you finished playing your second match. It means you played against..." "Date Tech High, yeah.." "Oh my God. Are you okay? How did it go? Please don't tell me you're going to stop playing volleyball again? I couldn't handle it. I barely managed to hit a ball when you took your break. I felt like a complete failure when you wouldn't show up to our practice meetings. Thinking it was my fault you didn't want to continue on. Please don't tell me you're quitting again!" "Y/N.. breathe" he says, reassuringly squeezing your hands. "I'm not going to stop playing volleyball anytime soon. And just so you know... we won."

Your face literally lights up, and you couldn't contain your happiness. You jump up and down, overly excited for him and his team. You jump into his arms, and he immediately catches you and spin you both around, laughing with glee. You couldn't believe it. They defeated the Iron Wall of Data Tech. Azumane isn't leaving volleyball behind. He finally conquered his fear. When he sets you down, he leaves his hand around your waist, enjoying your expression full of pride and happiness, for him.

You still couldn't believe it. "Asahi! You did it! I'm so proud of you! I knew you could do it! My strong Ace!" "My strong Ace you say?" "I.. umm.. is it okay if I call you that?" you ask, biting your lip cause you're embarrassed you made that slip up. "Of course you can... my little spiker" You blush so profusely, that your entire face and ears are as red as a tomato. You lightly hit his bicep, hiding your face in his chest. He laughs so wholeheartedly while engulfing you with his arms. He kisses the top of your head and whispers: "God I love her so much" With a wide smile hidden from his eyes, you whisper back, "I love you too Asahi"

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Well here you have it, that was my very first attempt at a fanfic chapter! I have two more fully ready, a new one shot in the works, and an entire new fanfic idea that is linked to my blog name. I hope you'll stick around until then!

#haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#haikyu x reader #asahi x you #asahi azumane #karasuno #hq #hq asahi #one shot #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #fanfic #fluff #x reader #reader insert #ao3 #fanfiction

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mortallybeautifuldream · 2 years

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My thoughts on the first two episodes of Hawkeye that no one asked for

Kate Bishop is a Mary Sue. Idc what age you started taking karate, ain't no way that little girl could hold her own against grown male mafia gangsters. Yes Clint and Nat were regular humans (in the MCU at least) but they were highly trained as assassins, I honestly don't remember much of comic Clint's backstory but both comic and MCU Nat were trained day and night for years by experts in multiple forms of combat and martial arts, psychology, seduction, and much more. It's fair that Nat can keep up with the big dogs even though she's a normal human physiologically (in the mcu at least). Kate Bishop took gymnastics under a normal instrustor for normal lesson times, and you expect me to believe she can be a competent super hero and stay conscious after being hurled into a brick wall by a man twice her size and age? Rey ''Skywalker'' much?

and I feel like this does such a disservice to the character, the actress, the series, and the fans when this happens. We all want to see women in powerful lead roles but I want to see them in ones they've earned, and that I can respect them for. It's the same with male characters too, if a character is just super strong and amazing and liked and has all these resources available to them on a whim, they've earned nothing and I have no respect for them regardless of what they accomplish

I'm sorry but Hailee Steinfield was not the right actress for this role come at me

I don't know of any character in the MCU that grunts during a fight as much as she has holy shit I felt like I was watching porn

Evil stepdad cliche

Mom sides with stepdad cliche

Seems Hawkeye is turning into a bit of a Loki situation where the show is actually about some other chick instead of the show's namesake :/ at least Sylvie was a Loki so it was like, okay I wanted a show more about our Loki but she's still him technically so I'll let it slide. But I was so looking forward to a show all about Clint to give his character the depth and value he deserves. I need to stop getting my hopes up that Phase 4 will be anywhere near as good as the previous phases tbh.

not really a genuine critique but I'm sorry who keeps a whole pizza box in the fridge fOR oNe sLiCe oF PizZA

spoiled rich girl is spoiled

The mom said ''young people and rich people always feel invincible and you've always been both" - meaning Kate's always been rich - meaning their family had money back when Kate was a kid and her mom was yelling at her dad for not having any money to pay the bills. Either this is a plot hole or the mom is sus and this will make sense later

I'll be seriously shocked if the dad is actually dead and the mom is not into some shady shit tbh. Feels like that's where the plot is going already so I'll be very pleasantly surprised if I'm wrong

Girl took karate lessons from a 49 year old named Jake in the mall so ofc now she can pick a lock? Why? How? Plot reasons, duh

Edgy girl wears a suit cliche

overall the first two eps felt very cheesy, predictable, and contrived

I really do hope it gets better

also i'd die for that dog but she better feed him something more nutritious for dogs seriously okay thanks for coming to my ted talk

#mcu #hawkeye #hailee steinfield #hawkeye show #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #clint barton #kate bishop #disney #disney plus #i just wanna see clint #doing some cool stuff #fighting people with his hearing aids off and stuff like the badass he is #kate / hailee seriously make my eyes roll so far back it hurts #wouldnt be sad if kate died tbh #love that clint told his wife all about his time as ronin #fuck i'm sorry i forgot her name okay

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shyrose57 · 3 years

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Brothers anon, sorry its been like 2 days since I last submitted something! I've been busy and whenever I finally had time to sit down and write this all its like 1 in the morning. I hope its still ok for me to send these.

🌹 anon ima respond to you first, your The Deal au could be the reason why and how Ranboos and Dreams soul got mixed and linked together. But then a problem is how did it pass to Ranbob? In my au, each person has their own soul basically. And while certain attributes like DNA can be passed through bloodlines, souls can't, as their unique to their person.

What left Ranbob vulnerable to Dream is that he was seen as the star student. The apprentice everyone wanted. He always got perfect grades and was seen as the smartest in the City. This did not go well. As Ranbob was put under a ton of pressure to always stay perfect and get everything right. When his grades started to slip and his chosen mentor started to put even more work on him, his mentality started to suffer. With him losing sleep and starting to not care for himself or do the basic necessities like eating or drinking, all in an effort to be "perfect". Its through this need, and weakened state over all, Dream's presence was able to slip in and convince him to let him help.

Benjamin is 30, Isaac 29, Cletus is 24, and Charles is 27.

When Ranbob first told Ran about the Dream mask and how he wasnt himself, Ran did not believe him at all. And kept saying that he needs to stop lying and fess up to what he did and pay for it. Others tried to convince him that his brother really wasn't in control of himself, but was met with strong skepticism, scoffs, and disbelief. With Ran not beliving that was the truth at all.

Watson was very shocked but quickly reorganized himself cause he had to calm Jackie, and its only after Jackie fell asleep he was like "Oh fuck. I really am the dad huh?" Jackie was embarrassed at first but after some prodding did say how he truly saw Watson as a dad figure in his life. And everyone had different reactions to Watson suddenly accepting and fitting into the dad role. Jackie was excited and immediately started calling him dad and asking him awkward dad questions "Dad whats puberty?" "Uhhh-" "Dad where do babies come from?" "Ask your dad about that!" "But you are my dad!" Ran seemed indifferent about it but Watson can tell he's revealed to have someone to talk too, and someone to go to if things get to much. Grievous keeps sating he doesn't need a dad but he's the one that goes to Watson the most for things like hugs, comfort, and advice.

Jackie and Grievous do everything. They rig the battle field so if someone steps in a certain area water will shoot up into their face, Grievous usually taunts and distracts opponents so Jackie can sneak up behind them and just latch onto them and cover their eyes while giggling like a madman as the opponent screams and runs around trying to get him off. Jackie regularly pulls peoples seat out from under them, while Grievous scares them and makes them choke or drop something. But they do know peoples limits. Like for Ran, no water related pranks (there was an incident where Grievous spilled a whole bucket of water on him and Ran got severe burns and had to stay in the hospital ward for a few days), for Watson don't mess with his bow or arrows, he will stab you. And for eachother, Jackie, no pranks that leave him alone for extended periods of time or makes it seems like everyone is gone/left. For Grievous no pranks centered around food or drinks (like putting toothpaste in his sandwich or putting pepper in his beer).

Ran and Jackie have a 50/50 win if that makes sense. They both win and lose pretty often. They play games like Spoons, Go Fish, Dart Throwing (Watson needs to be present for this one), something similar to Cards Against Humanity, Poker (everyone plays during this one), and Tic Tac Toe.

Sometimes Jackie loves being the smallest and other times hates it. He hates it when Ran steals something of his and holds it above his head, he sometimes resorts to aggressively climbing Ran to get it but Ran tends to just pluck him off, and people make fun of him in a mean natured way (he's fine with light teasing). But he loves it when he rides Ran's shoulders or can duck under peoples legs and trip em. Because he's also small and fast he's hard to catch and that definitely comes in handy during fights. No ones particularly protective of eachother (excluding Ran who's protective of everyone), because they know none of them like being babied and they can all hold their own, though they will quickly flock to help eachother if they need it. Ran definitely flaunts it whenever their in a agurement.

There is a area under the fighting arena of the pit where they stay. Theres separate rooms for everyone, training areas, dinning areas, and just chilling areas. Theres even extra rooms meant for often visiting friends (Like Genevieve) and some for storage of weapons which also holds things to sharpen them or get new ones. The Pit itself is in the middle of a gaint city, so there are tons of stores and food areas around. And because of a high salary the King gives them they go out quite often, often eating out and browsing stores when their not training or sleeping.

If by other combinations you mean like Ran-Jackie, Ran-Grievous, Watson-Jackie, and Watson-Grievous then it highly varies. Watson and Jackie are by far the worst team, their styles just don't match and constantly but heads during battles. Watson and Grievous are probably the best out of the 4 teams because Grievous can be serious and works well with Watson as he's much more willing to change his fighting style to accommodate whats needed. Ran and Jackie are like Jackie and Grievous, but they aren't nearly as insane. Rather Ran provides distractions while fighting to give Jackie time to sneak up behind them. Ran also is the only one able to actually throw Jackie, which they sometimes do during battles. And Ran and Grievous work well together, but not as much as Watson and Grievous, its just a few things of both their styles don't match or could potentially cause problems.

He's clumsy flat out, he isn't used to having full control and needs to get used to certain things like walking or talking again. He is also severely dehydrated and malnutritished because Dream didn't care enough to drink or eat. He's also incredibly skittish and scared easily. He and Cletus's relationship isn't solved fast at all, it takes months and the work of everyone to get the two comfortable around eachother. They start by putting Cletus on watching duty, where he watches over Ranbob to make sure he's eating and drinking and resting while not tiring himself out. Then after a month or 2 Isaac, Benjamin, and Charles start purposely leaving the two in a room alone toghere to get them to talk stuff out. It takes 3 months until their comfortable enough with eachother to willingly talk and hang out. Oh the house building attempts went aboustely awful. They sometimes fell on Ranbob! And when they didn't they just collapsed or got blown away by the wind, but Isaac did ofter help a few times and showed him multiple different ways to make sure the walls stay up and keep the cold out.

Ran is very unhappy with Ranbobs haunting, he thinks their kind of like Ranbob in which they've all killed people and considers them a threat at first, but when he sees how his haunting likes and interacts with Ranbob's, he losens up a bit, his group trusts them, so he has to trust them a little bit. But he doesn't trust them or like them nearly as much as he trusts and likes his haunting.

Im guessing you mean who from the two groups get along the easiest. Most of them take a while to get to know eachother, like a few hours. But after that their all really close. Charles and Jackie, Cletus and Grievous, and Benjamin, Isaac, and Watson are the groups that get along really well really fast.

Im honestly probably am going to go for them adventuring outside the City to try to get the brothers to get along again. Mostly cause I thought of the idea that what if Watson, Jackie, and Grievous all lie to Ran, and while they are actually going on an adventure, they lie to him that his brother and his group isn't coming. Then when its much to late for Ran to back out, Watson just goes "Oh yeah! Your brother and his group are traveling with us. And you can't do anything about it." And Ran just sits there shocked.

Ran and Ranbob are both subtle protective of their group. With Ranbob never really getting aggressive or going into overbearing. But for Ran, if someone in his group is injured badly enough or if there's a big enough threat he does get overbearing and extremely aggressive towards whatever/whoever the threat is *cough cough Ranbob cough*. Ranbob tends to be very physical, listening more to a certain instincts that tell him to constantly have a view on or hold his family, as if he doesnt see or touch them for a long time he gets very anxious and panicky, thinking his family is dead and that he's all alone again. His group understands this and so tends to not stray to far away from Ranbob. He will also follow his group like a lost puppy at times. Ran while listens more to the instinct that tells him at random times to make sure his family is ok and to bond with them. The bonding leads to him randomly grabbing them and just sitting down with them, most likely playing games. While the random urge to check on them has led to him waking them up during the middle of the night or interrupting his own conversation or others conversations just to ask if their ok. His took a while to understand why he does it, but now if he wakes them up or drags them somewhere, they know to go along with it and comfort him during those times.

Hybrids are rare! Especially aggressive or netural type mobs like Ran, Ranbob, and Porkius are. Their actually seen as monsters and are chased out or hunted in other city's because people aren't accepting of them. Theres very few city's like Subbin that fully welcome and are even led by hybrids. So there are more hybrids in Subbin, than there is anywhere else.

Sorry this is so long ':)

Asks are always welcome here, and don’t worry about taking a bit or anything. The questions aren’t going anywhere, there’s plenty of time.

Here’s that for you,🌹anon.

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1: Wow, Ranbob’s really going through it, huh? Does he ever start to fall back on that need to be ‘perfect’ while with the others? If so, how do they deal with that? And how is he with others offering to help him? If he even can really recall falling under Dream’s thrall, by accepting such an offer, how does he react to others doing the same, even if their intentions are far different?

2: So we’ve settled all the ages down, nice. You figure out anything for their backstory yet? And how do their ages affect their relationships with one another? Does Benjamin take the lead a lot? Or is he more of a follower that still has a lot of say? Who met who first?

3: So Ran’s obviously going to be awhile before he believes what went down. Still, I can’t imagine he’d have been as willing to go along with his hauntings little roadtrip plan if he wasn’t swayed at least a bit, since I can’t imagine he wouldn’t have put his foot down if he truly though Ranbob had done what he did. Why exactly does he go along with it? Does some small part of him want to give his brother a chance? Is he just confident he can overpower him, and looking for an opportunity to settle the score? Does he see something that makes him hope a bit? What’s going down there, anon?

4: On one hand, very adorable. One the other hand, poor Watson. Does Jackie actually not know that stuff, or does he do that just to mess with his new father figure? It seems like they all take to it pretty well overall though.

5: I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again. Two people to truly fear. How many people straight up forfeit when faced with this combination? It seems like they’ve had some interesting times, good and bad. How’d those play out? As for those last two, I’m sensing a bit of a backstory. Why does Grievous not like stuff being put into his food? And why’s Jackie not good with being left?

6: So it’s fifty/fifty, huh? Who wins the most at what games? And uh, Watson has to be present for Dart Throwing. What happened there? How’s everyone’s poker faces? Who’s got the best luck in games of chance?

7: A love/hate relationship with height. I feel ya, Jackie. Very funny to imagine though, Jackie just, physically climbing up Ran. How tall even is this guy?? How do they deal with meaner teasing, not just from the gladiators, but from general bullies? Not everybody’s as friendly as some of the Pit fighters, after all. And how do the fishermen react with their fighting skills? Obviously, they must know how to fight somewhat, to have entered the Pit, but the gladiators do this for a living. How much is the difference in skill level? And does the gang ever get to show off just how skilled they are?

8: Their home sounds very nice, honestly, I wished I could live there, minus the people. What’s everyone’s rooms look like? How have they personalized them? Which brings up another question-what kind of interests and hobbies do they have? What kind of things do they do that aren’t fighting and related to such? And they must be pretty well known, to have such high pay. Any of them have an arena title, or some sort of stage name? How many people can recognize the city’s top gladiators on sight? And how do they get around that, when they don’t want to be seen? How do people feel about them in general?

9: All these team ups sound terrifying, and I wouldn’t want to be facing them. How do they deal with it when they get a bad match up? Do they just stay out of each other’s way? Try to take their opponents out quick? Make it one on one? Ran and Jackie have to be my favorite team up, solely for the fact that you’ve said Ran straight up throws him. Like?? Imagine coming to the King’s Pit, a well known, popular place, hoping to prove yourself, and then getting taking out by a flying midget, just tossed at you by a ridiculously tall endermen hybrid. How would you feel??

10: Ranbob is just really going through the ringer here. How many times does he just drop stuff, or trip over his feet? Does he ever get better, or does he still retain a clumsy streak? If so, how does Ran react to that? It’s very good he and Cletus bond! Are they just as close as the others, or is there still a bit of distance? How often does Ranbob forget to eat or drink, or really just take a break? How long does it take to get him to start remembering to do that stuff again?

Does he ever slip up while with the gladiators? Also, in a room? Do the fisherman expand their house more, or do they just leave them in the house? Does Ranbob ever get his own house up? If so, does he use it at all, or is it more for storage? And how many times did he fall asleep out there, get injured, or not realize it was about to rain? How long did it take before Benjamin or Charles put their foot down and make him stay in for a bit?

Has Ranbob ever even dealt with rain before, or a storm above water? If not, how’d he react to it?

11: Oh, boy, Ran. Your concerns are understandable, but definitely going to lead to some angst. Is he just on edge the whole time? How many times does he just glare at them, or straight up steal one of his haunting back a few feet away from Ranbob’s? Are the fishermen ever worried he might hurt them?

12: How do both hybrids deal with their groups bonding? I imagine Ranbob’s pretty happy with it, but how about Ran? As you said, he doesn’t seem to be the biggest fan of these guys.

13: Roadtrip! Gotta love a roadtrip! What kind of places do they head? Any transportation, or is it just walking, enjoying nature? Do they go on an adventure to look for something cool? What’re they getting up to?

14: So Ran and Ranbob both act on their instincts in different ways. How do they feel about seeing how the other acts? What happens if any of the fishermen stray too far, or get separated from Ranbob? Same question to Ran. Ran just...like...picks up members of his haunting? Do people just see him walk around with them dangling in his arms? He must be pretty strong. How often does he do this? How else do their instincts lead to them acting? Cuddle piles, picking up blocks, keeping their groups close together, ect?

15: So Subbin’s pretty much a safe space for hybrids? Interesting. But since the groups are heading out, does this mean they run into some trouble outside of the city? And is there ever trouble within it?

Other questions: Does Karl play any further part in this, or has he already played his role for good? Does the gang ever end up back at Mizu? Do any of the group have a pet or something similar? With there be any sort of connection to other Tales, even if only slightly, or will they be solely focused on these two? Does Ranbob pick up his studies of Ranboo as best he can once he’s free, or does he leave it all behind entirely?

Thanks for the ask, this AU’s become quite interesting. I can’t wait to see where it goes!

#dream smp #Brothers AU #dream smp au #ranbob #ran #jackie #watson #grievous #tales from the smp #isaac #cletus #charles #benjamin

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gifted-burnout-archive · 4 years

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Codename: Candy

Part Fifteen - Truth Unfolding

Word Count - 1512

Author’s Note: I want to just say that in the following chapters, some things might confuse readers. This is an AU of an AU, since it’s not exactly the show. So I’ll be popping in the little changes I have made, the mandela effects if you will. Just miniscule things, but so you don’t sit there thinking ‘¿Qué?’. Anyway, on with the story!

The flight to Egypt was tense, and after a video call briefing the three on findings made by T-FAD, multiple codes and locations revealed thanks to the Afghanistan source, each of the team took the flight for themselves. Greer slept in the back of the plane, and Candy did her best to not talk to Jack, taking the first chance possible to change, and jumping in the shower on board, wiping away the remnants of the night before: the last traces of makeup, the sweat from the too warm interrogation room, the dried blood that circled her wrists. She moved slowly, braiding her hair, taking her time to change into a blouse and trousers, looking at herself in the mirror, searching through her bag, and pulling out her combat boots, slipping them on. Once she had spent an hour just changing and washing, she moved straight past Jack, opening a few trunks secured to the floor, working her way through the weapons collection she had before her, fixing holsters onto her body and picking out her arms for once they landed.

As day turned to night, and Candy worked on her laptop, having another read through the new information provided by sources, Jack spoke to her for the first time since she disappeared the night before.

"Three years in Libya..." he said slowly, and Candy looked over. "Four months in Iraq... So many countries under your tour belt it just never added up... The 904th... And not a single record on you... Nowhere, I checked. Not even enlistment forms from Colorado. Nothing at all."

"Have you been looking me up, Jack? I'm flattered." Candy laughed, turning back to her laptop, typing away quite idly as he continued his train of thought.

"But I don't understand how I can't find you anywhere Jones... It doesn't make sense. I was trying to find out more about your stay in Iraq but all the documents were classified, which also doesn't make sense." Jack thought aloud, and the laughter and joy in Candy's face disappeared, replaced by a cold frown, her eyes dull.

"Get to your point, Doctor." Candy hissed, closing over her laptop and turning to face him.

"Candy... When did you leave the US Army?" He asked, and she kept a straight face, looking him dead in the eye.

"That's classified."

And with that, the illusion was shattered. Whoever Jack thought Lieutenant Candy Jones was, was bullshit. All of it. Every word, every flirtatious action, every smile, a fucking character the woman in front of him had created.

Jack walked through the cabin a few times, pacing, trying to figure out exactly what to do. And whether it was anger or surprise or his sudden lack of trust in Candy, he pulled his gun and aimed it for her head. "Give me one good reason to not just fucking shoot you now!" He asked, his voice loud enough to wake Greer, who watched on in shock.

"Because you have another three hours in the air, and my corpse wouldn't be the most entertaining travel companion." The Lieutenant, whoever she was, offered.

"Jack, put down the gun... We can discuss this." Greer suggested. Jack stood fast for a few more seconds, letting out a breath as he lowered the gun.

"Don't fucking move." Jack ordered, and the woman nodded, tidying her laptop away into a bag and moving the paperwork on the table aside. "Greer, into the cockpit... I have a few questions that need answered." The look shared by the two said enough to Jim, who walked past and into the cockpit, leaving the pair alone.

"Take a seat Jack." She gestured, the frown on his face contorted with rage

"Don't call me that." He snapped, sitting across from her. The pair locked eyes, and she smiled.

"When did you start doubting me?" She asked, "The talented but naive Special Forces Lieutenant, I mean." Her demeanour was calm, one leg crossed over another, hands resting on her knee.

"I couldn't tell you..." Jack kept his hand on his gun, still pointed at her. "Let's start with your name."

"Classi-"

"I'm not going into the fucking Void with you if I don't know your real name. Name, age, and then we can start with your actual backstory." Jack said, his gaze focusing on the tags around her neck. "Who was Lieutenant Jones?"

"These tags, according to records, belonged to a dude from Detroit... White guy, red hair, sniper. Great shot... I was better." She informed, pulling the chain off and setting it on the table. "And according to those tags and his info, I have served ten years in the US Army."

"You aren't 28."

"A lady never tells..."

“And that man?”

“Fictional. Remade for me twice, in 2006 and 2014. They fit the facade.” Candy tried her best to explain it, but even to her it was a little confusing.

"Were you ever a part of the Army?" Jack changed to questions he was more likely to get answers from.

"No."

"We're you ever a part of any US Armed Forces?"

"Yes... Boy you must have played 20 questions in high school Jack, you've really picked up the game quick." She smirked.

"What division?" Jack asked, taking the tags from the table and pocketing them.

"Semper Fi, handsome." She smiled, and Jack wanted to yell out his frustrations. Of all the army divisions, she was a fucking ex-Marine. And he suddenly saw her in a whole new light. Despite his anger, he couldn't hide his respect for the woman before him, and felt guilty for not giving her more from the beginning.

"And of what you have already told me. About Iraq, about your unit... How much of that was true?" Jack questioned.

"There was a reason I escaped Iraq, although I have to confess I shortened the time scale a little." She went to stand, Jack making sure the gun followed her every move. She reached into the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water, taking a sip as she returned to her chair. "I spent fifteen months there, not four. When you say four, it sounds like the Army is planning a rescue mission for its brave lost troops... They don't give a shit about contractors."

"You're a contractor? When did you start contract work?" Jack pressed on, and she took another drink.

"Oficially, it was after two tours... The CIA brought me in start of 2012, sent me to Benghazi in the June. How could I refuse twice the pay, twice the adventure." She said with a small smile, like the death of a US Ambassador and two fellow contractors was a fond memory.

"And, I assume your presence there was classified?" Jack raised an eyebrow, and she nodded.

"My presence is classified everywhere."

"Why?"

"Because the CIA needs weapons other countries don't know about." Jack placed the gun on the table as the woman answered, folding his arms as he looked her over.

"And why have you been saddled onto my back?" Jack interrogated further.

"I discovered a mole about five years ago, we were working together, and he has resurfaced. A former classified contractor with close ties to Roland. I have direct orders to shoot him on sight." She explained, and for the first time since they began talking, she looked uncomfortable.

"Why you? Why not Navy SEALS or Marine Corps, an ambush to take this guy into custody?"

"He knows too much... Whatever secrets he has about the US, about the CIA, and about the dozens of linked organisations, it's a ticking time bomb. It's only a matter of time until something is given away that leads to nuclear warfare on an global scale."

"What else?" Jack asked, looking her over. Something was missing, he knew it. Her composure faltered, the smiling switching to a frown. She shuffled in the chair, not quite sure how to say the next sentence without being shot. "You've told me this much... Might as well get it all out in the open."

"I wasn't kept in Iraq for fifteen months for information. I was kept for Buster, Michael..." She pressed a hand to her head.

"Buster who was beheaded in a propaganda video?" Jack asked, though he was unsure if that was the truth.

"The very same... They showed me that video after three months there, forced me to watch every second, repeated for a week or so. Made me believe he was dead... But he wasn't, and when the video didn't break me, he did."

"Buster was in on it?" She nodded in response.

"After I escaped, my own names were too recognisable. I had been going by Jones since training, direct orders from up top, but some people knew... CIA erased everything they could. Maiden name, Telford. And in the summer of 2013, that changed to Mrs Michael Roland."

The pair sat in silence, letting it sink in. "You've got to be fucking kidding..." Jack muttered. "So what, this is some revenge plot for you to kill your abusive husband?"

"This is a mission I was assigned... And I divorced him once I, you know, escaped from the torture bunker your people left me in." Candy jabbed back, and as she settled into her chair again, Greer appeared from the cockpit, phone in hand and a look of concern on his face.

"What did I miss?"

#jack ryan x female oc #jack ryan #tom clancy #john krasinski #fanfic #fanfiction #part fifteen #codename candy #cia #army #us army #romance #thriller

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the-mykie-show · 5 years

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Sweet Dreams Are Made Of This (Neganxreader)

Plagued by nightmares, Negan finds comfort in your arms, developing a special bond with you, all the while not knowing that you need the same comfort. Until the truth comes out.

*Warnings* Negan's potty mouth, nightmares, graphic descriptions of sex

*rating* explicit

Requested by @neganscherryblue I hope you like it!

Your fingers stroke Negan's hair as he buries his face in your chest.

It was strange to see such a powerful man so vulnerable and relaxed, using your breasts as a pillow, arms wrapped tightly around you while you leaned against his pillows under him. He was quiet for once, like he wanted to listen to the beating of your heart under his ear.

This had become something of a nightly routine, an intimate little ritual the two of you shared.

You and Negan never had sex, despite that you spent most nights in the Savior’s bed, all you did was just held him and talked, offering reassurance and comfort when he woke up from one of his nightmares.

He got them often, more often than anyone you'd ever known, he'd told you that was the reason none of his wives ever slept in his bed with him, he always sent them to their own rooms after he'd had his way with them. He didn't want anyone to know. Anyone but you, that is.

Your first night in the Sanctuary you'd woken up to the sound of his screaming and went to investigate, assuming that you would find a fellow Savior bit or turned, but instead you'd found Negan, drenched in a cold sweat, sheets tangled around his long legs, and tears in his eyes. And from there on Negan seemed to share a deep and intimate bond with you that he didn't have with anyone else. Not even the women he called his wives.

You spent almost every night in Negan's bed with him until he fell asleep and then you'd retire to your own room down the hall.

You let him drift off, running your fingers through his hair, gently scratching your nails against his scalp, while your other hand drew circles on his back, you felt his breathing change and his muscles go limp once he was deep asleep, you give it another half hour to make sure he was actually deep enough asleep for you to leave and then head for your room.

Stipping out of your jeans and shirt you put on a pair of shorts and a soft lacy night shirt before crawling into bed, you pull the covers up to your neck and and stare at the ceiling, trying to fall asleep. The irony of you spending every night helping Negan fall asleep while you could never do the same for yourself wasn't lost on you. You knew how to handle Negan's nightmares so well because you had your own demons that visited you in the night.

Everyone you knew from before the outbreak was gone, either dead or just gone, and the space they had left in your heart was like a black hole, swallowing up everything and leaving nothing but deep lonely sadness.

That dark little voice in the back of your head reminding you all the time that you weren't good enough, you weren't pretty enough, you were unlovable.

It made you afraid to fall asleep.

Eventually you couldn't fight it any longer and fell into a restless sleep.

You wake up to a hand shaking your shoulder and a familiar deep voice whispering reassurances, your throat hurts, you must have been screaming, and you're covered in sweat.

Negan is on his knees on the edge your bed, leaning over you.

“you alright there, sweetheart?”

You nod, and he passes you the bottle of water off your nightstand.

“You never told me that you get them too.” Negan's fingers brush across your cheek, sweeping your sweaty hair off your face. “do you want to talk about it?”

Your eyes well up with tears again, and the next thing you know Negan's arms are around you, holding you tightly against his chest, your legs tangled together, one of his hands strokes your hair while the other slips beneath your nightshirt to rub soothing circles on your skin.

“I'm all alone.” you whisper after a while.

“What? No you're not.”

“I've lost everyone I've ever loved, Negan, they're all gone, I don't have anyone left.” you choke back a sob that tries to bubble up.

“That's not true, you have me.” he says against your temple “I know I'm an asshole, and I don't say this shit nearly as much as I should, but I care about you. Hell you might be the only person left who I do care about. You're the first person I've loved since Lucille.” you jerk upright and look at him, shocked.

Did he just say that he loves you?

“Do you mean that you… Love me…?” you ask.

He looks surprised for a moment, almost like he can't believe that he actually just said that. But he nods slowly “yeah, yeah I guess that is what I mean.” he swallows hard “I uh, I wasn't going to tell you. It just kind of slipped out.”

“Why wouldn't you tell me?”

“Because I didn't want to ruin what we have, I didn't want to scare you off. Our nights together are the only damn thing that I look forward to in this miserable shithole of a world, I didn't want to lose that.”

“I don't understand… if you've loved me all this time, why didn't you ask me to be a wife? Why didn't you try to sleep with me?”

“Because you're special. What we have goes deeper than sex. And my wives… don't get me wrong, I care about those girls, I respect them, make sure they have everything they need, but I don't love them. Fuck if having multiple hot women willing to spread their legs for you at any given time isn't every man's ultimate fantasy, but that's all it is. Meaningless sex, a mutually beneficial arrangement. Those girls to get to live in luxury while the world burns around them, and I get to get my dick wet whenever I feel like it, I don't love them, they don't love me. You and I are different.”

You don't give him the chance to say anything more, you press your lips to his, and he eagerly accepts the kiss.

Your lips part with a breathless sigh of pleasure, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth. The kiss lasts until you both run out of air and forced to part and catch your breath.

“I love you too.” your own voice saying those words to someone again sounds strange.

He kisses you this time, pulling you close so every line of your body is pressed against his. His hands start to explore your body in ways that they never have before, and what he wants is crystal clear.

“Are you okay with this? We absolutely don't have to do this right now, there's no pressure.” he assured you.

“I know, but I want to.” your consent was all he needed, and with that he was kissing you again, his hands going to the bottom of your nightshirt and pulling it over your head, he breaks the kiss to take in your naked upper body for moment before he guides your breasts down to his mouth, eagerly taking your nipple between his lips. It's been so long since you've been touched like this the sudden shock of pleasure his tongue against the sensitive skin sends directly into your clit makes you let out a surprised moan. He licks and sucks your sensitive bud until you can feel yourself soaking through your shorts, and become painfully aware of the fact that you aren't wearing panties, he pulls off your left nipple with a gentle drag of his teeth against you, and switches to the right, repeating the process.

Is it possible to come from having your nipples sucked? Because you feel like you're about to. You feel his hardening cock swell against your ass and slide down to grind your core against him through his sweatpants, desperate for the friction. He pulls off your other nipple with a loud moan.

His hands grip your hips, stilling your grinding so he can take in your body again, this time with swollen and glistening buds exposed to him.

His hands slide down to tug your shorts off, and you raise up to help him.

He sees that you aren't wearing any panties “No panties huh? You always go commando?” he asks as you stand and kick the shorts to the floor to join your nightshirt.

“Only when I sleep.” you say a little embarrassed, until you feel his thumb slip into your folds, stroking you from clit to ass.

“Already nice and wet. I could probably fuck you right now and it'd be fine, but I want to taste you first.” he pulls you up right, and adjusts you so that you're on your knees, with his head between your legs while he lays down under you, your core completely exposed to him. It makes you feel a little vulnerable and exposed, and you realize what he wants with surprise.

“You want me to sit on your face?” you ask.

“Fuck yes I do! If you're not comfortable with it then you don't have to, but I think you'd like it.” you figure why the hell not, and start to lower yourself.

“I'm okay with it… just I've never done it before, tell me I suffocate you, okay?”

He laughed “literally drowning in pussy seems like a good way to go out, but fine.” he takes your hips in his hands, guiding your heat to meet his mouth. Even though you know it's coming you let out a surprised little gasp when his tongue parts your folds, lapping your clit with slow, practiced strokes, teasing the swollen little bundle of nerves from its hood, before going lower and sliding his tongue as deep into your pulsing, needy entrance as it will go.

It doesn't take you long to take control, moving your hips and grinding against his mouth, getting his tounge right where you need it most. Alternating between sliding your clit up and down against it, and fucking yourself with his tongue. Negan seems to be beyond enjoying himself, grabbing your hips and moaning, eagerly lapping up all your arousal.

“Negan, I think I'm going to come!” you groan.

“Go ahead, baby, keep fucking that sweet little pussy on my tongue and come so I can lick you clean.” and you do come, for the first in your life from just being eaten out, and he happily licks up every drop, to the point you're almost over stimulated by the time he's satisfied he's lapped up everything.

You move down his body, tugging down his sweatpants to free his erection.

When it springs free you're a little surprised and intimidated by his length and girth. You'd encountered Negan's morning wood before on accident before after you're nights together, so you knew he was well endowed, but his was probably the still the biggest cock you've ever encountered. You're sure you're not going to able to fit it all in your mouth, but you try anyways.

Cupping his balls in one hand, you use the other to guide his tip between your lips, being sure to lick the bead of precome off before you hallow your checks and suck. You take a deep breath through your nose, and you swallow him as deep as you can, using your free hand on what you can't fit into your mouth. It's his turn to let out a surprised noise now.

“Damn baby, you take it good. Can I fuck your throat?” he asks breathlessly.

You nod and before you know it his hips are rising to meet the bobbing of your head, his hand in your hair. Until he pulls your head back, on your way up you suck him extra hard, his cock slipping from your mouth with a pop.

“Alright, I'm gonna come if you do that anymore, and I want to save that for later. How do you want it?”

“How do I want it?” all your partners before Negan always took control and you just went along with it, you weren't use to being one making all the decisions.

“Yeah, you want me to take you from behind? You want to ride me? You want me on top?” the idea of riding him makes your core absolutely drip with need.

“I want to ride you.”

“Good girl, now slide down on me nice and slow, I want you to feel every single inch stretching your tight little cunt, and I want you to watch while you fuck yourself on my cock, got it?” you nod, and take his cock in your hand again, pressing the head slowly into your entrance, despite his girth you're so wet he slides in easily. You do as he said and look down, watching him stretch you as you slide down until he's all the way inside you. You're amazed he fit, you take a moment to let your body get to use to his girth filling you, because fuck you felt so full. You raise up slowly, until just his tip is stretching your entrance and then slide back down, watching so intently as your body hungrily swallows his cock and it comes out a little bit wetter with your juices every time until it soaks him and start to drip onto his balls that you can't even moan. You gladly take him so deep each time that his pubes tickle your clit in the most wonderful way.

You pick up the pace, your walls desperate for the friction, until you find the perfect rhythm and an angle that presses the head of his cock perfectly into sweet spot. You feel your walls clench each time he hits it,

“You're taking my cock so good baby, you're so wet and tight. Now just reach down and rub your clit, just with one finger, that'll make you come nice and hard.” you do as he says, teasing your own swollen needy bundle with your middle finger while holding your lips open with your index and ring fingers so you can both enjoy the view.

You feel the coil of your impending orgasm start to form.

“Negan, I'm about to come.”

“Me too, go ahead baby, come on me. Now I'm going to need you to fuck yourself all the way through your orgasm, and keep teasing that clit, even when it feels like you can't take it anymore. Okay?”

You nod. “Good girl, I know how sensitive and stimulated you must be right now, it must damn near hurt, but just keep it up. That's it, just let your cunt squeeze me nice and tight.” and with that the coil snaps.

You cry out in pleasure, but do as he says and keep fucking yourself on him and rubbing your clit vigorously until your orgasm fades, but you keep bouncing up and down and rubbing your over stimulated bud until you feel his body these and feel the ropes of his come filling you up. You keep it up until you feel him start to soften inside you, and he grabs your wrist, stilling your rubbing.

He brings your hand to his lips, as you're still enjoying the spasms of your orgasm and the over stimulated tingle in your clit, and he sucks your combined juices off your finger.

He watches your face as he does it “do you want a taste too?” to your surprise you nod, and he reaches between your legs, slipping his index finger inside your aching cunt and brings it to your lips, soaked in your arousal and his come, which you eagerly suck clean. “You're a dirty little girl, and I fucking love it!” he praises you.

Before long you find yourself licking his cock clean while he licks your pussy clean at the same time. Once you're both done licking and sucking your juices off one another, you flop down beside him.

“That was…” he trials off, lost for words.

“The best sex I've ever had.” you finished. “I wish we would have done it months ago. Damn I didn't know what I was missing.”

“Shit, baby I'll fuck you like that every night if it means you'll be my girl.”

“I already was yours, Negan, but I'll definitely take you up on that offer.”

Eventually you drift off to sleep in his arms, and for the first time in a long time neither of you have any nightmares.

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hobiheavenly · 5 years

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Karma’s Cravings pt. 3 (MYG)

✧ Min Yoongi x Reader

✧ Multichapter, Coffee Shop AU, E2L

✧ Warnings: multiple orgasms, cunnilingus (female receiving), penetration, slight dirty talk, slight angst

✧ Word Count: 4.3K

✧ Summary: Your life is going idyllically with your business with the exception of having to work with Min Yoongi who disapproves of your comercial tactics. but when one day a medium tells you he is to be the love of your life you are quick to shut her down but running away from fate can come with cause consequences.

✧ A/N: I DELIVER ONTO THEE THE SMUT! I’m sorry about the ending tho because I promise I want to prolong this a little more. Which means Yoongi and OC will be idiots for now... pls don’t hate me ;n;)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

You could see it in his eyes. It was only a matter of time for it. Yoongi had a dark look in his eyes and he seemed to have them dead set on you. The passion and the desire threatening to devour you in the process.

“Take our clothes off?” Yoongi asked “But ___, we haven't even kissed”

Yoongi gave you a seductive smile that shook you to the core. His eyes made you weak and all you could do is just sit there, mouth agape. He was getting closer and closer to you leaving you with nowhere to run. Moreover, you didn’t want to run. You couldn't move, body not responding to what your brain was ordering.

“We can take this slow if you want ____” his whisper made his voice drop lower, causing you to tremble.

The way your name comes out from his lips is sinful. Deep, sexy, and hypnotic. You tried to wake up from what can only be described as an attack to your emotions and your sex deprived pussy.

“What I tried to say was…..” But you didn't even finish your sentence. Yoongi abruptly kissed your lips, his lips plush lips moving on top of yours slowly and seductively. He embraced you, holding you close to him and instinctively you put your hands on his hard chest. Letting yourself go with the sensations that were forming in your mind, you let his masterful tongue explore your mouth and let go of all the emotions you had tried unsuccessfully to suppress. When he broke the kiss you both had to breathe heavily to recover the air missing air from your lungs.

“Ok, what was that?” You asked completely confused.

“Other than something amazing, I have no clue” Yoongi smiled as he saw directly into your eyes once again. He didn't know why he did it but he had felt better. All that pressure was going to kill him and when he kissed you he felt free, but there was a part of him that wanted more.

“Do you usually kiss every woman like that?” You smirked.

“No, only those who invite me to take our clothes off.”

“What I meant to say was that we should put on some dry clothes and take these off. But if you want to catch a cold, by all means.”

Yoongi smirked and separated from you as you tried to get off the counter. "She seems to enjoy torturing me" Yoongi thought a bit irritated. He tried to recover from what just happened and he looked as you walked to the phone. Your hips seemed to sway with a seductive rhythm while walking and the wet pants were still stuck to your skin making your butt look plump and round.

“As I was saying, it’s best we get naked so we can change out of these damp clothes and put on something dry before we get sick” You suggested.

“Yes, but unfortunately I don't carry around a spare change of clothes and I'm thinking you don't have men's clothes either”

“I don't have spare clothes, but my mannequins do so we can just use that.”

“Hell no! I prefer the suggestion of getting naked” Yoongi smiled trying to grab your hips and he hugged you “and while we are at it we can do other things”.

“Of course” you tried to turn around to see him. There was something enjoyable about the way he nestled his arms around you and the feeling of being in his arms. He kissed your neck sweetly as if he tried to convince you of the idea, and truth be told the idea didn’t seem so bad. Damn your conscience for waking up in the worst moment…

“NOT! What we should do is call the Car Association so they can help us with our cars and get some dry clothes and get a cookie while I'm at it. Now if you don't want to put on some dry clothes, feel free to stay in our wet clothes and get a cold. But you are not getting naked while I'm around.”

You pushed him away and went to the window where the male and female mannequins were and took off the clothes. It was more like lingerie but they were still useful pajamas. Hers was a red negligee that seemed to be a little small for you, and his was a black pajama bottom shorts (bordering on boxers) with a matching robe that had little red hearts printed all over.

“Hell no I am not going to put that on!” Yoongi said.

“Suit yourself” You shrugged “Get a cold for all I care.”

“Has anyone ever told you how obnoxious you are?”

“And has anyone ever told you that you whine too much? God! Now I'm remembering all the reasons why I don't like you!”

Yoongi kept looking at the pajama that you threw at him as you had went out back to grab a phone and call for help. He had gotten a little frustrated after seeing how much he had suffered inside just so you could blow him away. But even when you tried to ignore it, he could see you had been shocked and moved by his kiss. You had let loose just like he did and had enjoyed it. So then, why were you pulling away from him?

His mind came back for a second, eyes still looking at the ridiculous and tight pajama with little red hearts. There was no way on earth he was going put on that pajama! No way in hell…..

Yoongi couldn't believe he was actually wearing that stupid pajama. If Hoseok saw him he would be dying of laughter, especially considering that it’s his fault Yoongi was going through all this in the first place. If he hadn't told him that you were a good choice for him and that he needed a woman he wouldn't be having these thoughts about you.

No, there is someone else. Madame Karma! Somehow she did something. He might not be a believer of bad luck and curses, but maybe she was the one who stole his gasoline and made your car die out. And maybe she made the battery of both cell phones die out.

Yes it seemed easy to blame someone. But something in his mind made him think that this was all his fault, for not knowing how to control his needs. Yoongi didn't want you to see the lack of female entertainment he had. Though it seemed fun to see if you were up to the type of entertainment he desired to have.

You came back with a tray with two cups of coffee and a plate of cookies. There was a small cup with milk and a cup with sugar. As you put it on a coffee table in front of the sofa, you could feel Yoongi gaze still fixed on you. The red negligee you wore made you show your long silky legs. Unfortunately the size was tad bit small for your curves, almost showing your butt as you placed the tray on the table.

“Nice pajama” You smiled “glad to see you didn't want to get a cold.”

“Yes well you don't look so bad yourself” Yoongi looked at you up and down as he sat down on the sofa. He was sure the image of you in that negligee was gonna burn in his mind forever and be the star of many of his fantasies.

“Yes well I'm a size bigger than this but it's a good thing the fabric stretches” you said while trying to pull down the dress so it could cover some part of your legs, in vain “I called the Car Association and they told me that they would be here in a couple of hours. How would you like your coffee?”

“I want some decaf, I don't want to lose the sleep at night.”

“Don't worry I used decaf. I don't want to lose sleep either. Sugar?”

“One of sugar and very little milk” Yoongi grabbed his cup once it was prepared as you offered a cookie which he accepted. He remembered the way you had told him about the cookie, "BITE ME" you had said. And thinking about it now, it didn't seem like such a bad idea.

“Why don't you tell me about yourself?” You suggested, clearly needing a distraction from imagining him naked and in your arms. Yoongi looked at you puzzled, “You said I don't know you much so why don't you tell me about yourself.”

“Well there isn't much to say. I live alone and I mostly stick to my work. I don't have any family around so it’s just myself. Hoseok and I used to live together but he moved to another apartment close to his other job. I just don't have time for socializing. But Hoseok insists I get a woman or something like that.”

“I see” You sipped of your coffee “You seem to have the same thing as I do. Seokjin and his boyfriend insist so much about how I should get a boyfriend and well right now I just love my job so much I don't think I need to get a man. It's not like I haven't gone out on dates, but they always end up being too self-centered or too stupid or too nerdy. I have to say that if i were to choose between being with those guys or being alone, I prefer to be alone.”

“We finally agree on something” Yoongi chuckled “do you live on your own too?”

“Yeah, well after I told my father that I was going to start a coffee shop business he didn't seem to be very happy with it. So I started to get my independence and I moved out of my parents' house. Like you I was living with my friend Namjoon but after I introduced him to Seokjin. The two of them fell deeply in love and just made me feel like a bad third wheel. Don’t get me wrong I love them wholeheartedly and they’re my best friends, but there’s so much I can take of them having sex in the next room without loosing it. So now I live alone in a cute little studio. And what about you? Why do you live all alone?”

“My parents live in Daegu and they are sweet and simple people. My father particularly is a practical man, he owns small businesses and always told me strive for the same practicality he had developed so i wouldn’t struggle. At one point in my life I wanted to pursue music but when my dad found out he got rather pissed” Yoongi sighed, remembering the anger in his father's eyes, the disappointment him his mother's face.

“They kept saying it was only gonna lead me to a poor life. In the end, since my older brother decided on a different career path that was still acceptable to parents eyes, I followed in my father's steps. My mother seemed so proud of me when she saw me graduate from a career I had no interest in. But I never wanted to destroy that gleam in her eyes so I just kept doing this. I miss them from time to time but I manage to visit every so often.”

You looked at the man who you thought you knew all this time as an asshole and an idiot only to find a tender and loving man sitting in front of you. So there was more to this informal clone than meets the eye. To say that you were surprised at his confession was an understatement.

“I am so sorry” You said compassionately “I had no idea. No wonder you seem so tough.”

“Looks like you’re looking for more compliments” Yoongi smiled “Well ___, you are a very strong woman. And I have to say that you look spectacular in that dress.”

“You are only saying that so you can get another cookie” you laughed nervously trying to shake it off as one of his jokes, not wanting to show how much the compliment had really affected you.

“True but I still think so” Yoongi said giving you a sexy smile that caused your face to turn red as a tomato.

You turned around and tried to get the image of Yoongi naked, kissing you and making you scream in pleasure out of your mind. It didn't matter what that damn medium said, Yoongi is not your soul mate and you are NOT attracted to him.

"LIAR" a voice in your mind said as you scolded yourself, "Stop thinking of him like that, stop thinking of him in any way possible!"

You got back the cookie that was shaped like pair of lips and you extended it to him. “Here you go. Bite me!”

Yoongi grabbed your hand and he got up very close to you. “I think you should change the name of the cookie” Yoongi whispered in her ear, his deep tone creating a ticklish chill to spread all over your body.

“And what do you have in mind?”

“Kiss me” you could imagine his devilish smile as he uttered the words in your ear.

“Ok” was all you could say. That man took the words away from her without even thinking.

“Suddenly you agree with everything”

“That's what happens when a sexy guy talks sweetly into my ears” you blush deepened “ok then, kiss me!”

“And indeed I shall” he growled in response.

Yoongi got close to your lips and trapped them with his. He grabbed you again around him so you wouldn't escape this time. You felt the room spin and lose control of everything once more. It was addicting to feel him, the taste of the bitter coffee still lingering in his mouth. You grabbed onto to his neck as your legs wobbled, you weren’t going to last long. He started to taste the skin of your neck to your cleavage. There wasn’t any need to touch your breast with his hand, just the feeling of his lips on your skin was enough to have your nipples become hard.

“Yoongi, I am not going to last much like this” You said very softly.

“You’re right” Yoongi kept kissing you but he saw around the room “wanna see if your counter can support both our weight?”

Words had escaped your mind so you only nodded and he carried you once again to the counter. As you sat there, legs open feeling his increasing hard on press against your opening causing a moan escape your mouth. He began to kiss your lips passionately once again, both of you devouring each other with yearning as if every moment, every kiss would be the last. You wrapped your legs around his waist closing whatever distance there was left, as he was pulling the straps of your dress down.

Yoongi kissed your skin as you grabbed onto his shoulders and leaning your head back so he would have a better access of your body. Once your breasts were free, negligee covering only your hips down, he kissed each mound delicately causing your nipples to harden with the cool air and the sensation of his hands and lips on you.

Yoongi enjoyed the sensitivity you had to his touch, pleasured in the thought that the moans you were so deliciously exclaiming from your lips were caused by him alone bringing a sense of pride in him.

“Your skin is just as I imagined it” Yoongi said softly against you “it tastes of sugar and flowers. Delicious!”

“Oh, so you have been imagining this” you smiled seductively.

“Oh yes, and you don't know how much I have been wanting to taste you here” he touched your arms, “and here” he kissed your breasts “and very much here!”

Yoongi extended his hand all the way to your legs, to the center of your heat. You understood immediately what he tried to say. Instinct overtook you causing a certain shyness as he touched the outside skin of your cunt but it only took him one more deep kiss to dissolve all mental insecurity. Once he gained access, Yoongi opened his eyes wide and smiled.

“You aren't wearing nothing underneath” he said in a hot, husky voice. Yoongi’s fingers manages to take access of your already wet and hot pussy and dexterously finds

your clit tracing circles around it, playing with it like the button of a game console and you were his play game. The movement was sure to cause a sweet delightful moan to escape cursing the gods at how good that felt.

“I didn't think….ah….I would need it” you were struggling to think but with him touching you that way you were barely thinking straight “can’t believe this feels so good”

“Do you doubt my sexual abilities?” Yoongi introduces a nipple in his mouth, his tongue slowly dragging and licking them. This man is out to make you crazy. The mix of having him play with the sensitivity of both your clit and your nipple was enough to have you squirming and moving your hips back and forth.

“An office man who spends 75 percent of the time scowling shouldn’t be THIS good at sex” you joked, only causing him to increase the speed of his fingers causing you to scream at the increasing waves pleasure. You were close to the edge, so close you were just in the brink of deep diving into an orgasm, when suddenly Yoongi’s lips abandon your breast, slowly slithers down to your crotch, and smiles devilishly.

“Lucky for you, I love to prove people wrong”

If you were already dying of pleasure, it only took only stroke of his tongue in your clit to have you plunge into the most mind boggling orgasm you ever had in your life. Your thighs were trembling as Yoongi’s head was still between them. He grabs them with his hands to keep them still at the risk of you almost asphyxiating him trying to shut them close by instinct. In no moment does his tongue stop stroking your folds, eating you up like a starving man, drinking your fluids as if they were ambrosia in his mouth.

“So tasty…” You could see Yoongi’s mouth shining bright with your cum. You pulled him back to where you were as you kissed him again. Knowing well that if he stayed there any longer you continue driving you mad. He only kept kissing you till you were left without any air, lips swollen and the taste of your cum lingering in your mouth. You pulled his pajama bottom deciding that it wasn’t fair that only one of you to was so indecently naked but you were met with yet another surprise. Revealing that not only did he not have any underwear as well but his dick sprung out making your eyes widen at the sight. To say that Yoongi was well endowed was an understatement. The image of his hard cock making your mouth water.

“Holy shit your beautiful” you whispered.

“But not like you” Yoongi said “are you sure you want this?” Always a gentleman who asks for permission even when you know well enough he’s at the verge of losing his mind. He grabbed your chin and made head raise and see him eye to eye. “Use your words, Baby”

It was such a cute term of endearment that coming from his lips seemed foreign to you but delightful. You get close to him, your breath tickling his ear as you say in low husky voice, “Min Yoongi, I want your thick throbbing cock inside my wet hot pussy.”

You were never much for dirty talk. The words just naturally escaped your lips as if you’ve been saying them for a lifetime but as soo. As they were out there being heard by Yoongi your cheeks turned a deep red, a reaction that didn’t go unnoticed by him.

The man kissed your shoulder and touched the skin of your back causing a shiver to run all over. You just closed her eyes and let him do all the exploring he wanted. At this point he could fuck the everloving lights out of you and you wouldn’t mind. He grabbed something from his pocket, put on a condom as he continued to kiss your skin.

“Yoongi, I need you inside me…please…” you breathed heavily.

“As you wish my dear” Yoongi said positions his cock right in your hot entrance. The movement is slow but having your pussy all wet after your first orgasm helped the entrance of his cock a much smoother experience. You could feel him filling your walls, initially with a little bit of pain but soon it was replaced by delicious pleasure.

In a matter of minutes the pace increases quickly growing the intensity of each thrust. Perhaps it was the lack of sexual activity for both of you but it was euphoric to have each other become one. The tightness of your cunt welcoming his throbbing cock as if the gods themselves sang in heaven for this hot, dirty and wild reunion of your bodies.

You looked at Yoongi as he entered you, a drop of sweat starting to roll down his temple. His eyes were darkened with that intense desire you saw before but now the fire in his stare had increased to hellish levels. “Fuck I’ve been wanting to do this for so long! Who’s offering a slow trip to pleasure now?”

The reminder of your first encounter had been long forgotten but the phrase switched all memories on. To think he remembered after all this time made you smile in tenderness but the feeling was soon fucked away. His thrust become hard causing you to cry and whimper in an exquisite pain. “If I would have known….it was this good… I would have fucked you right that moment” you pant breathlessly meeting his hips with each trust.

The ripples of the oncoming orgasm was coming too soon for both of you. “That’s it baby, cum on my fucking cock” the obscene command echoed in your mind. Your mind, your body, your feelings and sensations were all in this man's hands. Your mind was drowning in the feeling, drowned in Yoongi…Yoongi… Yoongi….

“YOONGI” You screamed as your body convulsed in an overwhelming orgasm peaked all over your body, eyes opening wide rolling back as you were set in this high.

It was heaven, it was madness, it was bliss, it was sin. All at the same time. The orgasm you felt before was nothing compared to the feeling of coming on Yoongi’s dick,

It didn’t take long for him to follow after you. His final thrusts becoming sloppy and uncoordinated until he releases his cum while inside you. You kissed his temples tasting the salty taste of his sweat and holding him tightly against you. Both of you didn’t want to let go of the moment, basking in the sexual afterglow.

“It’s too perfect!” You thought.

Suddenly they heard a something ring. Yoongi and you opened your eyes to see Yoongi’s pager go off. Seriously he must be the only person in existence to actually use one of those other than a doctor. He slowly let you go and went to grab the dreaded device.

“Damn, it's my boss” Yoongi rubbed his temples. As your mind settled in a thousand thoughts came running through. Almost like destiny...like karma…was this truly destiny though? Did Yoongi even like you or was it just the suggestive idea that brought forth interest of love and sex? And it wasn’t even love because he never said those words... neither did you. He turned around saw a disappointed frown grow on your face as you grabbed your clothes, “wait what are you doing?”

“Yoongi, I want you to be completely honest. If Madame Karma hadn’t told us that we were soulmates would you have made love to me?”

Would he? He knew he was attracted to you since the first day but it was only attraction. He wanted to say yes. But he himself wasn’t sure if what he felt was love. Never having experiences it makes it harder to distinguish. You take his silence as a sufficient answer.

“I know that what we just had was good, but is this really what we truly want or just what we think we want only because it was introduced to our mind? Plus I have my life and my coffee shop you’re my manager, that wouldn’t be the best thing to do professionally. I can't let you stop your job because of me. And even when all of this was amazing, I know we are very different from one another.”

“So you are regretting it” Yoongi tried to conclude.

“No it's not that! This had to happen sooner or later” You blushed “I admit I was hoping we would. But we work together, it would be a bit hard for us.”

“Let’s forget this” Yoongi said coldly, “you’re right, you work under me. Professionally it would not be wise” It sounded a bit harsh but it was true, this would make their work relation worse than what it already was. He got his clothes back on and for the rest of the night maintained a cordial silence between each other. Thankfully it didn’t last long since the car aids came just a few moments later. Once they had their cars fixed, they both went their different ways.

"Yes" you thought "Its best we kept our distance"

"Can't say I failed" Yoongi thought "I must have fallen in the temptation of the night. I mean it is Valentines Day. Even so…"

"I am never going to forget this night no matter how hard I try" you both thought.

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bangtansdoc · 5 years

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It started with a kiss.

Pairings: Kim taehyung x reader.

Warnings: slight mentions of abandonment and blood, other than that, pure tooth rotting fluff!.

Genre: fluff, slight angst, fluff fluff fluff!!!

Word count: four thousand something something 😁😁😁. Ost: yayaya by urban zakapa ( Ost of hi! School love on)

Synopsis: you are a hopeless romantic who believed in the stuff of kdramas and as such had planned your first kiss to be something right out of a fairytale,but when those dreams are brutally crushed by a careless dare, chaos ensues. But will your chaotic feelings eventually turn into something else?

The handsome stranger walked towards you. He had strawberry pink hair, broad shoulders and the face of a literal Greek god. He was devastatingly handsome. You had glanced at him a few times as you stood by the pool with your canned coke at the freshman orientation party for Jaeguk University. You snuck glances at him as he stood with his friends and DANG, he was drop dead gorgeous, even in his flannel shirt and ankle length trousers.

And now he was walking up to you. You braced yourself for impact, rehearsing several scenarios in your head so as not to sound like a drunken mule when he finally arrived in front of you. You cleared your throat and opened your mouth to speak when he suddenly grabbed your waist and planted a soft kiss on your lips. People often said that when you were about to die , your whole life would flash before your eyes. Well, you might've as well been in a life or death situation with what this stranger had just done to you. Your whole life did flash, as you saw all your plans and dreams for your first kiss shattered right then and there. You had grown up in a conservative Christian home,where you had been taught a lot about love and with the help of several dramas and novels, had planned the perfect scenario for your first kiss. Your boyfriend or fiance who you were madly in love with, would kiss you beside a fountain as it erupted behind you and fireworks lit up a beautiful night sky. Cheesy yes, but it was your fantasy. The same fantasy that this handsome stranger had just stolen from you in a matter of seconds. Like you said earlier, he might've just killed you right then and there.

Anger welled up in you as you shoved him away violently. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!!!!" You yelled, getting the attention of most of the people around you, but you couldn't care less. The stranger looked taken aback. "Cool off girl. It was just a dare. And I had to kiss you."

OH. MY. GOD.

It was a dare?!!!!

This guy had just shattered your dreams and claimed the lips you had been saving for the nineteen years of your existence on Earth for a DARE?!!! You didn't know when your hand moved up and Gave him a hot slap across the cheek. He looked like a deer caught in headlights. "What the actual hell?! Did you just slap me?!" "You have no idea what you just did!" Tears welled up in your eyes. "If I had a gun I would murder you right now!" You yelled again before storming off to shed the tears that were already spilling over, leaving the stranger dazed and confused in shock.

"You slapped him?!!" Mina , your best friend said to you in shock. Well more like yelled at you in shock. Mina was two years older then you and was in her second year at Jaeguk University. "Omo, omo" she said sheepishly as she giggled. "I can't believe you actually did that!" "Serves him right though." You growled, stuffing your face with rock candies. Upon getting to the apartment you and Mina shared, you had bawled your eyes out, unimaginable hatred filling you for that stranger, and as soon as Mina had arrived home, you had poured your heart out to her. Mina had been your best friend since grade school, and though she considered it childish, she knew how much and how important your first kiss was to you and she had shared your pain when she learnt that all your plans had been thwarted. "I don't even know what to do with myself anymore" you muttered miserably as you fell back on the bed. "I feel so used, so corrupted so..... Impure". Mina rolled her eyes. "Don't be so dramatic. I know how much this meant to you, but maybe..." You glared at her and she put her hands up in defense. "Just maybe ....you should take this as a sign."You groaned. "A sign of what?" "That there are just somethings you can't plan".

You walked groggily through the school lawn. One reason you had picked Jaeguk University was the stunning scenery. You were smack in the middle of summer now, and the dandelions, peaches and tulips burst out in a magnificent array of colours that painted the walkway the color of nature. You inhaled the sweet smell of the flowers, it bringing an earthly peace to your insides. You felt you could just lie there and paint the flowers all day. A deep, masculine voice brought you out of your bliss.

"Hey! Hey Y/N!"

You didn't know anyone fully yet, so you wondered how the owner of this voice knew your name. You spun around and saw the stranger that had kissed you bounding up to you. Your eyes saw red, and you quickly made the wise decision to ignore him as you were not sure you could control your emotions were you to engage him....but he persisted. "Y/N?! Y/N?! Hey I know it's you Y/N/L/N! Stop ignoring me! Hey!" You finally stopped and spun around sharply, bringing the stranger to an abrupt halt. He panted a little as you took in his features. He wore a bandana over his now light brown hair, he had hazel brown eyes that were deep and calculating, and though you "hated" him, his attractiveness sent shivers down your spine. "What do you want?" You asked through gritted teeth. "About the other day,... I'm sorry". Well you hadn't expected that. You felt yourself relenting but then you remembered that his apology wouldn't repair the damage done and your heart hardened. "I don't want your apology". You began to walk away. "Wha....hey wait up!" The stranger fell into pace with your hurried steps. "What do you mean you don't want my apology?" He asked, bewildered. "You seem to forget that you did hit me, but I'm willing to ignore that since I figured that I probably took you by surprise with that kiss". You scoffed inwardly and wanted to retort back at him but you kept your jaw wired shut. "And why are you so mad anyway? It was just a kiss, and not even a deep one at that. Or was it your first kiss or something?" You stopped dead in your tracks, trying to will your legs to move but they were rooted to the ground. The stranger's eyes widened. "It WAS your first kiss wasn't it? Wow". He laughed. "No wonder you got your insides all twisted up. Well at least now you've been kissed, and by me, the one and only Kim taehyung. Now you can boast to all your little friends that you are finally a woman".

The entire time the stranger- taehyung had been talking, your hands had balled into fists. Hot tears rolled down your cheeks until you could take no more of his mindless rantings. You burst.

"It was more than just a first kiss!! It was something special! Something meant to be shared with someone special! During a very special moment!!!! Notice how much I've said special?! Cos it's special to me!! It's something I've been planning my whole life!! It wasn't meant to be taken- stolen from me by an egotistical college celebrity wannabe who thinks he's all that when he's really nothing at all!!!" Taehyung had stared at you open mouthed the whole time you ranted, and now he scoffed. "Wow you really are dumber than you look aren't you? Wake up kid. This is the real world and not a kdrama. Who the heck plans a first kiss? Gosh, you're dorkier than I imagined". You went livid with anger. "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?!!!". He smirked as he inched closer to you. "I called you a dork, dork". You raised your hand to hit him again but he reacted quickly and grabbed your hand before it made contact with his face. "Don't you even dare. I had to use multiple ice packs to ease the pain of your last outburst". He scowled before pushing your hand back with force, causing you to stumble. He then began to walk away. "Yaaaaa!!!!! KIM TAEHYUNG!!! This is not over!!! You won't ever get away with this! I will hate you for the rest of my life!" With his back still turned to you, he rose up his hand and gave you the middle finger. You had a list of people that you wished would die in a freak accident or get eaten by a shark, like the men that had molested your younger sister when she was twelve and the woman that had hit you with a car and run off, and now KIM TAEHYUNG HAD JUST MADE THE LIST.

"I really don't wanna go Mina". It had been a month since your incident with taehyung and you had rarely seen him around campus. The oh - so brief moments you two had crossed paths were filled with dirty looks and rude gestures. Mina had fallen head over heels with a third year criminal law student, Kim Namjoon. He had by wooing her for a while now and she was biding her time with him to see how things would go. Eventually she had reciprocated his feelings and they were to go on their first date the coming Saturday. However, Mina was extremely nervous and as she didn't want to mess up her date, had convinced Namjoon to make it a double date, thus setting you up on a blind date with one of Namjoon's friends. You really wished she had asked your opinion first as you weren't really into blind dates and you really needed to study. You tried to weasel your way out of it. "Pleeeeeease Y/N. I need you. Just do this one thing for me Hun? If I'm alone with Namjoon I might say something stupid and he'll think I'm crazy. You have to help me" . You rolled your eyes. You knew you were eventually gonna say yes. She was your best friend after all, and she really liked this guy so you decided to just tough it out. "Fine. I'll help you". Mina smothered you in a hug. "Thank you so much!" She said and planted a kiss on your cheeks. "I love you!" She said and you chuckled to yourself.

Saturday came quickly and you soon found yourself preparing for your double date. Even though you were doing it for Mina, it still was a date after all, one of the rarest occurrences in your nineteen year life, so you tried to look pretty, touching up your make up, and styling your hair. You stared at your reflection in the mirror and smiled. Maybe this night wouldn't be so bad after all. The sound of the doorbell interrupted your thoughts. "They're here!" Mina screeched as you both ran to the door, she took a deep breath and opened it . A tall, blonde haired man smiled at her. "Hi Namjoon oppa" she greeted and Namjoon greeted back. You initially focused all your attention on the man in front of you so you didn't notice the person behind him. When you finally did, your purse clattered to the ground and your eyes widened in shock. "Oh hell no". You sputtered as the person's eyes met yours and contorted in surprise. "He's my date? Oh hell-to- the - no". You said as you rushed back into the room with Mina hurrying in after you. "Y/N! What's the matter?" You sat on the bed and began to take off your shoes. "That guy, Namjoon's friend, my blind date,..." You almost puked at the thought. "...is KIM TAEHYUNG". Mina sat beside you. "Oh God. Oh God. I didn't know. I'm so sorry. I'll tell Namjoon that the date is off and...." "You'll do no such thing". You said finally. "You're right. You didn't know. And I'm not going to let my feelings ruin your date." Mina smiled sympathetically as she hugged you. "Thank you so much". " Now stop feeling guilty. You just enjoy your date and don't worry about me." You said again as you both walked out the room door and back to taehyung and Namjoon who looked like they had both had the same conversation you and Mina had had in the bedroom. Taehyung glanced at you for a second, but his expression was unreadable. Namjoon led Mina to his car leaving you to walk in step with taehyung."Now we're both doing this for our friends so let's try to be civil." You started. "I believe we can both put aside our differences and..." Taehyung interrupted you by putting earphones into his ears and walking off into the backseat of the car. You sighed. It was going to be a long night.

Overall the night had gone pretty well, if one ignored the popcorn fight you and taehyung had at the movies. And now you were both squeezed in the backseat of Namjoon's car , staring at anything but each other as you headed home. You stared outside at the raindrops that pelted the ash roads. "The winds picking up" Namjoon said as he turned the corner to your apartment block. You had noticed also that it was raining rather heavily for a night in August. Namjoon pulled up at your apartment, just as lightning flashed and the pouring rains threatened to penetrate the covering of the car. "So, here we are". Namjoon said coyly. "Yes here we are." Mina repeated after him and you rolled your eyes. They both obviously wanted some privacy. From the look on taehyung's face, it looked like he had picked up on that too. "We'll both go inside and get a drink or something." He finally looked at you. "You have a key right?" You felt like replying sarcastically but held your tongue. You smiled forcefully at him instead. "Yes I have a key". You both got out of the car and you glanced back for a brief second in time to see Namjoon smile at Mina warmly as she shyly tucked a strand of hair behind her ears. You couldn't help the pang of jealousy that bit at your insides. Namjoon was a great guy, you were sure, from your brief interactions with him. At Least he could've brought any other friend, but instead he stuck you with Kim - hell - of - a - jerk - taehyung. You sighed and wondered if constant sighing was bad for your health.

Taehyung plopped down on your couch while you tried to lock the door. You scoffed inwardly at how quick he was in getting comfortable in another person's home. "You guys got anything good to watch?" He asked. "We literally just came back from watching a movie". "Well you were bugging me the whole time so I could barely concentrate, hogging all the popcorn." He said matter of factly. You made your way to the stash of DVDS by your TV.( Mina's parents were lawyers and had furnished your apartment with all the essentials) "I've got some good horror classics. You a fan of the exorcist?" Taehyung raised an eyebrow. "You like horror?" You raised an eyebrow. "Yeah" "Hmm". Now you raised both eyebrows. "What do you mean by....." Your words were cut short by a sudden clasp of thunder, a loud crash followed by an equally loud scream. Your mind immediately went to Mina and Namjoon who were sitll in the car. As if on cue, both of them yanked the front door open and tumbled into the apartment. "What happened?!" You and taehyung yelled. Namjoon took a deep breath to calm himself. "An electric pole fell on the car." "Oh my God are you both okay?" You said , as you began to worriedly inspect Mina's arms and legs. "We're fine. But there's no way we can get home now even if we wanted to. It'd be crazy to go out in this rain" . "Rain? More of a storm". Taehyung said, looking out the window. "Hyung, so we're stuck here?" He asked, incredulous. "For now. We just have to wait it out". Taehyung groaned loudly and you quickly tried to liven up everyone's moods. "Why don't we all just make ourselves comfy? I'll go whip us up a cup of hot chocolate. I was about to watch a movie with taehyung. We can use it to pass the time." Your plan looked like it had had the desired effect. Namjoon took off his coat, Mina her heels, as they both plopped down on the settee beside taehyung while you smiling, made your way to the kitchenette. You noticed taehyung staring at you as you did.

"Oh God I've got to use the bathroom". Taehyung said as you glared at him, obviously annoyed. You were all squeezed in on the settee as the movie rolled the ending credits. Taehyung had constantly whimpered and squealed during the entire movie that you were unable to enjoy it. You tried to conceal your irritation. "So?". He turned his head to face you. "So, sassy, I can't go alone". "Why?" "Cos your stupid movie freaked me out!". "If you knew you were easily scared why did you watch it?". He furrowed his brows together, confused and you noticed how cute he looked that way. "Well what kinda man gets scared of a horror movie?". Ugh. You face palmed yourself. "A you kinda man. Obviously". You stated, frustrated. "Well the point is you have to follow me" "I AM not following you into the bathroom....". "Geez girl you don't have to follow me all the way....". He said and smirked and you almost lost your hot chocolate. "You can just Stand outside the door while I do my business". "The answer remains NO". Taehyung frowned , staring at you intensely, and you honestly thought he was going to kiss you again. He suddenly burst out, whining like a child and grabbing your arm. "Ah c'mon Y/N! Please please please please please!!" "Okay fine just please stop that racket!!!" "Ha ha". Taehyung laughed and gave you the most heavenly boxy smile you had ever seen. You led him to your bathroom and stood outside the the door. You had a good mind to lock him in and switch off the lights but decided against it. Your mind wandered back to when he had been pestering you. He had been so close to you. You found yourself not getting repulsed at the thought of him kissing you again. You felt your cheeks grow hot. "Wait what am I thinking? I barely even know this guy, and I hate him. Right?" Taehyung opened the door and smiled at you. Whomp. There went your resolve. He stared at you for a while. "What?" You choked out. "You Know Y/N, you're pretty cute when you're not being sassy". Your whole body trembled but you hid it by Rolling your eyes. "And you're pretty cute when you're not going off kissing random people". Taehyung gave a genuine and hearty laugh. "You're not so bad after all Y/N ".

You made your way through the canopies and the throngs of people at the orphanage. You were on semester break and you were volunteering at the seungri orphanage for their fundraiser. You hadn't seen taehyung since that night of the storm and you couldn't say you hadn't missed him. Something had changed in you since that night and you found yourself thinking about him one too many times. "Y /N! Is that you?" Great. Now you were imagining his voice as well. "Hey Y/N!" Taehyung appeared in front of you looking excited. "Didn't you hear me calling you?" You stared at him, stunned. "What are you doing here?" His face fell. "Well hello to you too." He paused. "I work here". "At the orphanage?". "No, at the carnival. Of course the orphanage dummy". He say and poked your head. You rubbed the spot. "I'm a volunteer here. I stopped for a while because of school, but when I heard they were having a fundraiser I decided to help out". "Wow that's amazing. I volunteer here too. I love kids...." His eyes widened in the most beautiful way. "Really? Me too! I mean who doesn't? But i love them so much. I plan on having at least three when I get married." You chuckled as you began to walk in step with him. "Wow." You said, genuinely amazed. "I never pictured you...." "As a kid person? Yeah I thought so." You laughed again. Taehyung suddenly reached out to grab your wrists. "look Y/N, about the kiss from before..." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm really sorry. And for all the things I said to you. I should've respected you more." He looked at you keenly. You gulped. You had to get away from him before you lost all your senses. You quickly tried to say something so he wouldn't think his apology wasn't accepted. "It's fine really taehyung I...." You were interrupted by a scream that rang through the air. There was a commotion as people ran towards the source of the scream, you and taehyung as well. You arrived at a clearing where a woman and two nurses were crouched down in the soil. You angled your neck and tried to look over people's heads and bodies, and suddenly you froze. There, half buried in the soil was a baby. The baby was covered in red spots and bloody bruises, possibly ant bites. The baby probably wouldn't have been more than three months old and was crying it's lungs out. The women struggled to get the baby out and you found yourself joining them, tears already dripping from your eyes.

It was dark . You sat on a bench in the park. The baby had been rescued safely. He was alive, but barely. He had been rushed to the ICU at the nearest hospital. You wondered how a person could do something so despicable. The tears started pooling again as you imagined the amount of pain he must've gone through and the more to probably follow. You began to wish God had just taken him instead. "No". You said. Wiping your tears. "He deserves to live, he should live happily and survive no matter what you show that wretched person who threw him away". "Hey, you okay?" Taehyung said as he sat beside you. He offered you a grape soda which you accepted gratefully . Earlier, you had bawled your eyes out in front of him and he had hugged you tightly, whispering words of comfort. "Mina called. I told her you were okay and that I'd bring you home later." He chuckled lightly. "She was surprised that you were with me". You sniffed and smiled. "I'm sorry you had to see me that way. And thank you for staying with me. I just- I lost my cool when I saw him...." You began to choked and taehyung moved closer and cupped your face in his hands. "Hey, hey no more tears. You are just very caring about others and that's a great virtue not many people have." His face was inches away From yours now. You looked up and locked eyes with him. "Thanks". You said quietly. Taehyung's expression was unreadable. His eyes darted to your lips and then he leaned in. You shot up quickly. "Wh- what do you think you're doing?" He stood up after you. "I like you Y/N." He said and your heart nearly burst out of your ribcage. "I don't know when, how or even the hell why, but I do". You began to gasp for breath before you turned round and took to your heels.

School had resumed and winter was fast approaching. You had avoided taehyung like the plague. He had gotten your number from Mina and called you but you avoided him and his calls. So far your strategy had worked but now he was approaching you. You searched for somewhere to duck and hide but he was faster. He grabbed your arm before you could make a run for it. "Why have you been avoiding me?" He asked. "Why wouldn't I?" "Who the heck runs away from a confession?!" "Well I wasn't expecting it!". Taehyung sighed. "You're going for lunch right? Have lunch with me." "No way..." " I'm buying". You began to nod slowly and taehyung snorted. "Cheapskate. Follow me". He led you to the school's water fountain and you sat on the white bench erected by it. He handed you a soda which he conveniently had in his bag and took one for himself. Something was fishy. Taehyung noticed your countenance. "Before you ask, Mina gave me your class schedule." "That crazy wench...." " But only because we really needed to finally talk this out". He paused. "Do you like me?" You choked. "What- what kind of question..." "It's either one of two things, either you're avoiding me because you still hate me and don't want things to get awkward or you're avoiding me because you do like me as well." You stared at your knees. "You can't force an answer out of me." "I just want you to admit it" . You looked up and met his gaze. You saw the sincerity in his eyes and you relented. "Yes I do like you Kim taehyung". Taehyung sighed and smirked. "See? Now that wasn't so hard was it?" You chuckled and he stared at you intensely. You knew in that moment he was going to try and kiss you again. And this time you weren't going to stop him. Seeing this taehyung smiled and captured your lips in his. He cupped your face in his hands and carresssed your cheeks softly. You didn't really know what to do so you ran your fingers through his hair and he sighed into the kiss. All of a sudden, the fountain behind you erupted, sprinkling water on you both. Taehyung broke the kiss and laughed. "Well you wanted a magical first kiss and you got one." You smiled and sipped your soda. "It wasn't the scenery or event that made the kiss special, but the person." Taehyung's face broke into a wide smile as he raised his soda bottle in cheers. "Well, I will most definitely drink to that."

Wow! This took a long time to complete. Thank God it's done. I'll be back with another fic titled into the light. I'll also make a request box/ ask me once I can figure out how. Hope you all enjoyed the story. I didn't know it would be this long 😁😁😁. BTW, I usually have osts( original sound tracks) for all my pics. They're kinda like songs that play in my head while writing a fic If you get what I mean. anywayyyy write them at the top of each fic and you can check them out if you'd like. I would add a link if I knew how to. Bye!

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When You Don't Know What You Want [3/3] + Island

Chapter 3: With a headache and a heavy heart [Ao3 | FFNet.]

Hitch Dreyse didn't know the horrors of war. There were other battles to be fought much closer to home. She knew the ways of the streets and how to earn small favors, how to hold a number of jobs and deal with the lower common denominator. She knew how to slip by on a few choice words and let others believe what they saw.

She was seventeen. Adequate with a knife. Adequate all around, really. Nothing special. Not really much of a looker. Just full of risky words and a sharp tongue. Her friends puzzled ceaselessly over how she'd made it into such a prestigious organisation like this, but that didn't matter. None of them had been lucky enough to get into Wall Sina.

Trost had been a nightmare, or so she'd heard. Hitch couldn't confirm that to be true; after all, she'd missed out on all the fun. Not that she minded.

She hadn't bothered to learn any of her fellow MP's names, yet. She just wasn't in the mood; she'd memorize them later. But she did know a few of them already. Boris Feulner had been here the year before her. He was nice enough, but there was not much else to say about him. There was a new boy named Marlowe Freudenberg, about a head taller than she was, sallow-faced and lanky. He had the tendency to be a right pain in the arse with all his talk about cleaning up the Military Police. He was dead serious about it, too. And there was her roommate.

Annie Leonhardt, they'd called her. Hitch hadn't met her yet. All she knew was that Annie had come fresh from Trost, as a member of the 104th Training Corps. Before that, there was little information that could be scrounged up; then again, a general level of incompetence within the Military Police was to be expected. Hitch still wondered about her. What was she like? Hopefully nothing like Marlowe. Though it wasn't her business to speculate; she hadn't even met her yet.

Her group had gone over the weekly procedures an hour ago. Really, that had consisted of a lot of stalling on part of the officers. The lodgings were much nicer than Hitch was used to: there was a bunk bed facing the west, already laid with sheets. A modest bathroom, a desk in the corner. An oak dresser, worn with age but still impressive. A small set of windows, framed by curtains.

Hitch was lounging idly around her room when there came a rapping at the door. She got up with a stifled yawn, walked over to the door and opened it, expecting an officer or someone important. But there wasn't anyone. Hitch blinked. Looked down and found a girl standing on the threshold.

"Oh. You're the new kid, then?"

The girl didn't say anything. She just walked past her and made a beeline for the dresser opposite the bunks. Hitch glanced back down the hall, but there weren't any other girls or higher-ups. She closed the door.

Hitch turned back, sizing the girl up. She was pretty small. Like a little bird of prey. She had the nose for it, and eyes like a hawk, piercing. Fair hair. She carried little but the clothes on her back.

"Right. Guess I'll do the talking for both of us. My name's Hitch. I take it you're Annie, then?"

There was no confirmation. Hitch clicked her tongue impatiently.

"Look, I don't want to do all the talking for you. Are you Annie or not?"

The girl paused. Nodded stiffly.

Hitch sighed. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"

Stohess was pretty dull once you got used to the nicer accommodations. If you were like Hitch, the most exciting you could affix your time to was guard duty and maybe a little paperwork now and again. Annie, conversely, jumped at the chance to conduct a lot of underground investigations, presumably anointing the many, many ne'er-do-wells that existed within Stohess's reasonably pristine exterior. Hitch didn't see much of her, but stories arose.

"You know, I reckon you're doing a fairer job of cleaning this stupid place up than old man Freudenberg ever has," Hitch began one evening. (This particular moniker was a much beloved one, especially among the staff.) "At least you go out and do stuff." Hitch wondered often why she even bothered talking to her. Trying to hold a conversation with Annie was a lot like talking to the air, or the wall; you could say just about anything and get the same response. "Why do you take on all those jobs, anyway?"

Annie paused.

"We all have hobbies," she said.

Hitch stopped dead. She stared at the other girl, reeling from the realisation that Annie Leonhardt had just uttered her first sentence that was directed exclusively to her. "You have hobbies?" she repeated blankly.

Annie shrugged.

Later, when the shock had worn off, Hitch supposed they all had hobbies. Some went into town, others read, or played rounds of cards or traded gossip. Annie beat the living daylights out of criminals and got paid for it.

But this period of tedium was not to last.

Hitch awoke one morning to find Annie in the bathroom, back to the entryway, hunched over the commode. There was an odd, revolting smell polluting the air.

"What is it? You drop something in the—" Hitch stopped talking when Annie retched, violently. "Oh. You eat some of the bread? I should have mentioned—you don't want to do that, it's worse than shit."

Annie tried to speak, but she quickly doubled over again, heaving. Hitch recoiled at the sight.

"I'll, uh, go ahead and tell the others you're not feeling well."

Annie was still in the bathroom when she came back, but no longer prone to vomiting.

"Didn't eat anything," she said. "Can't keep it down."

"You can't eat?" Annie nodded. Hitch eyed her curiously. "You want me to take you down to the infirmary?"

"No."

"What d'you mean, no? You're vomiting all over the—"

"Hitch."

Hitch exhaled shortly. "Look, if you're just going to be a hard-arse about this, then I won't stop you. Just keep it in the bathroom, all right?"

Annie was sick the next day, and the next, and she kept mostly to herself, but she had been doing that for so long that Hitch thought little of it.

She stopped taking missions. Not because she wanted to. Actually, Annie got her health back within the week, but for some inexplicable reason now relegated herself to small jobs and paperwork. Hitch figured she'd suffered injury, but never received solid confirmation. Annie remained bitter in her state of apparent incapacitation. Hitch left her to brood.

And so Annie trained. Furiously, as if to make up for lost time. On multiple occasions Hitch caught sight of her out in the field, perhaps an hour or so after break, going through the motions.

She often came back to their dorm in a state of exhaustion. Just slumped onto her bunk and passed out. Sometimes she didn't come back until Hitch was fast asleep.

One night, however, Hitch found herself pressured to reach out to her.

"How long have you been out here, exactly?"

Annie whirled around, hackles raised. She didn't falter when she laid eyes on her. "What do you want?"

"You coming back to the dorm, or are you just going to keep kicking the shit out of that dummy?"

Annie turned back, regaining her stance. Her whole body was rigid with determination. Or maybe she was in pain. It was hard to tell with someone as stoic as her. "I'm training," she supplied, stiffly.

"Right, well, it's a bit late for all that. Has it ever occurred to you that some folks might be trying to sleep?" Annie didn't say anything. Hitch rolled her eyes. "Oh, just go to bed, will you."

They were nearly a week and a half into their service. The sun shone brightly through the windows. Every now and then it ducked behind a cloud.

Hitch remembered the day clearly, because it was the first time she woke up before Annie did. The previous night, the other girl had collapsed into her bunk and didn't get up until Hitch decided to rouse her out of pity's sake.

"You're going to be late if you don't get ready."

She left Annie sitting on the lower bunk, and she was still there when Hitch returned. Hitch was more than a little suspicious at this point, but she went on with her business without inquiring; it would be fruitless to do so. She was halfway across the room when Annie spoke.

"I missed."

Hitch stopped, looked over at her. "You talking to me, Leonhardt?" Annie continued to watch her feet. She was fiddling aimlessly with the sleeve of her shirt.

"I'm late, Hitch," she reiterated, to the half-polished floorboards.

Hitch frowned. "Late for wha—ohh." She shrugged. "Is that all? It's not exactly unusual, you know."

Annie stopped fiddling with her sleeve and looked up. She looked a lot younger all of a sudden. "That's not what I mean," she said, voice lowered almost to a whisper. "I haven't had one in weeks."

Hitch almost wanted to laugh at how scared she looked, but something struck her as off. She decided, for the moment, to play it down. "How do you know it's what you're making it out to be, huh? Are you a period-expert or somethin'?" Annie shot her a dark look. "All right, all right, I can take a hint." She sat down on the bed at a safe distance from her. "But honestly, don't you think you could be jumping to conclusions? Maybe you're just ill and late."

Annie shook her head. "No," she muttered. "No, that's not what this is."

Hitch scooted closer despite the risk of danger. "Right. How do you know?" she asked.

"I just know," said Annie, and her voice was hushed. Hitch looked at her for a long moment, hesitant to approach. She didn't know why; something about the way her roommate just sat there, silent and scared, was unnerving. She'd never seen her exhibit any kind of emotion except nonchalance, and certainly nothing like this. It was almost pitiful.

"Hey," Hitch said finally, in a rare moment of seriousness. "Hey, come on. Look at me, all right?" Annie raised her head, but stared at the wall. Hitch noticed she was trembling, almost imperceptibly. She bent over, hands on knees, so she could see her face. "So, uh...do you know whose it is?" Annie didn't say anything, but she gave a nasty jolt at the infliction of whose. Hitch realised the unpleasant connotations of her question and quickly backtracked: "I mean, you don't have to tell me anything about it. If you don't want to." Again, she was met with silence. Unsure whether that was a good sign or not, she sat up and continued: "Look...I dunno what I can do, or if I can do anything, but if you need cover, I'd be more than happy to do something..." Hitch trailed off.

Annie drew her knees up to her chest, curling into herself. Hitch decided to test her luck again.

"You want to talk about it?" Shrug. "Do I know this fellow?" Annie shook her head. "Was he all right to you?" No response. "Oh," said Hitch quietly. "He wasn't...?"

"No," Annie said, voice strangely hoarse. "It wasn't anything like that."

Inwardly, Hitch sighed with relief. "Does he know you're pregnant?" Annie didn't move. "You don't know?" She nodded shakily. "Shit," Hitch muttered. "Anything else you want to tell me?" Annie shook her head. She looked on the verge of a kind of silent breakdown. "...I don't suppose you have a plan?" Again, no response. Hitch sighed. "Lovely. All right, I guess I should give you some advice. You listening?"

Annie nodded.

"If you don't fancy getting kicked out onto the streets, keep your head down and give it a week or two. We can go from there."

Annie gazed forlornly up at her past her folded arms.

"Trust me on this one," said Hitch.

One of the many perks about living in the Military Police was the lack of people. No longer did they have to deal with a room teeming with their kin. No longer were they clustered together with several other kids in a room that always smelt of feet.

And so it was that, eighteen days later, the two of them were on lunch break. They sat separately, but that suited Hitch well; she figured they could both do without an hour's worth of awkward silence.

Hitch kept watching Annie out of the corner of her eye, offering half-hearted replies to the various topics of conversation. Her friends didn't seem to notice this.

It hadn't been more than fifteen minutes into the hour when Annie froze. Her gaze shifted down. Hitch wondered for a moment if she'd dropped her fork, but Annie didn't bend down to retrieve anything. She just blinked, as if stunned. Abruptly, she got up from the table and stalked over to the entrance hall.

"What's wrong with her?" someone asked.

"Don't worry about it," said another voice.

Hitch frowned. Should she follow her? Annie had certainly been acting strange, but she hadn't done anything as drastic as this. But there was something about the way she'd looked at whatever had caught her attention. Hitch just couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.

In the end, she decided to follow her, despite her friends' protests.

"I'll just go talk to her," she reassured them. "She's been having a rough week."

She went back to their dorm on a hunch and found the bathroom door closed. As she walked over to it, she heard movement from within. Hitch considered knocking, then cast aside the idea, called out:

"Annie?"

The occupant gasped sharply.

"Are you all right? Do you need help?" No reply. Hitch was growing impatient. "Are you hurt?"

There was a long pause. Hitch heard scuffling from the other side of the door, then it opened. Annie stood there, swaying slightly. She looked dazed.

"I'm bleeding," she said, faintly.

It took Hitch a moment to understand that the other girl was talking about the state of her trousers.

"Oh." She breathed a sigh of relief. "See? You got all worried over nothing!" She clapped her on the back without thinking, and Annie flinched. "Ah—sorry! I forgot you're not very..." she stopped. The other girl continued to stare blankly at her pants. "Er, hullo?" She didn't even swat her away. Hitch sighed. "I'll leave you to it, then. Let me know if you need extra clothes."

And I'm shattered But it really doesn't matter 'Cause my rescue is gonna be here soon

Coldplay - Help Is Round The Corner

a/n: Since you’ve gotten this far, I’d like to showcase the unofficial successor in this anthology. A fanfiction sequel, if you will. Put your hands together for:

Island

by cornwallace

Summary: Given decision to live. Not taken. [FFNet.]

So familiar, this island unseen. A land before only previously imagined. Is this what it is, or what I envisioned it to be?

Fingers digging deep into the sand, displacing the earth around my fingers until progress is no longer an option. Clutching the ground desperately like a child would a broken toy. Futile hope to restore things to their previous nature.

I am weak.

The picture isn't complete. I make do with what I can. Finding strength, I lift my head, my eyes lazily gravitating to the water in front of me, almost rolling back in my head but stopping just before. The word broken comes to mind.

In the dark abyss at the end of the world, I make a distorted view of the sky. The moon, stretched and rippling in the darkness among the small, morphing dots of light that are the stars. I wonder to myself how many times the night has consumed me in its luminous shadow. Frightened by the enormity of it all, I retreat my face to the sand, eyelids like a soothing blanket, protecting me from reality.

As if in response to my panicked retreat, the moon begins singing to me, her voice so familiar sending the prickle of chills from the back of my neck throughout my spine. An unwilling whimper as the tension leaves my body through a sigh of relief.

A voice, a song angelic in nature carrying the weight of an entire orchestra in a single breath. So powerful and moving, one couldn't help but get lost in the very melody, to become a part of it. There are no words I can discern, just feelings, waves of emotion that subdue and intoxicate.

Her sweet voice beckons me, beseeching my presence, my very existence and my heart breaks when I have to tell her I can't. When I have to admit defeat and collapse like a discarded marionette. Was it my head pulling the strings, or my heart.

She continues singing in response.

Her words, the sharpest of knives in a dexterous hand. They cut efficiently, quickly.

She knew, I surmise, of the glorified version of her I had in mind. She also knew my weaknesses. And yet, she reached out to me anyway. Her attempts lost on me – her sentences puzzles I kick myself for not having solved in time.

A fragile stone. Just as fragile as I, perhaps. Only now do I see the foolishness of my actions, my behavior, my response to it all.

There is nothing to say, is there? Because you already said it and I didn't understand.

Who's pulling the strings. My head or my heart?

Reaching out to an intangible past, trying to comfort it, trying to reason with it, explain myself and fix the present. Sacrificing what's left of my humanity for futility.

Arms over my head, clutching the hilt tightly, I force the blade with all my momentum into the back of its neck. Close my eyes for the spray of blood that splashes across my face as I twist and drag the weapon through its weakness.

Kick myself back. Gravity takes hold and I'm falling. Brush my right forearm across my face to clear my vision. Instinctively readjust for balance as the impact of the taut strings tries to throw me off.

Gas it. Release cords. Redirect. Sharp left brings me around the clock tower and face first towards the titan. Miscalculation. Rage intensifying, I draw my weapon and quickly redirect myself. Shot for the tower behind him, its roar sending vibrations through the very construct of this city, I release and hit the gas, right cord sending me in a tight circle and swinging me towards the back of it. Heart cracking through my sternum, I draw my weapon and my body lets out an involuntary scream.

Without hesitation, the beast ducks, sending me straight over its head, sword pointed directly in front of me. Panic. Scramble for the mechanisms. Aiming to catch myself when a monstrous arm cuts my line short and sends me tumbling into a roof. Pain and shock of impact mixed with the shattering tiles cutting into my body. Friction finally stopping me on my back, I cough into my arm and violently roll over.

Elbows supporting me, a sob breaks from my gut when I notice the splash of fresh blood on my inner right forearm. My body refuses to move, my head refuses to lift. It drops as I sob and I can't help but think of Annie.

The anger inside me builds, a ravenous lust for blood surfacing the forefront of my mental state.

An eclipse, of sorts.

The moon is red and the sky bleeds. I try to catch my breath but it seems I've caught my heart in my throat. I choke on it and my very form grinds against and destroys my very footing.

I lose myself for a moment.

I see the moon cut up and bleeding.

I see the world drowning in blood.

My hands, my arms, and without permission, they smash all that held me safely as it cuts and buries itself deeply into my flesh.

Another incarnation of myself, tall above the buildings I smashed to be here on my knees and looking backwards on myself and it burns me, it burns me that it brought me to where I am. So I get up and I turn around looking it in its grinning face and I grab it by its throat with my left hand and hook my right arm around to snag its top jaw.

My arm thankfully covers its face. My rage pulls the top part of its head off from its body. It's still alive and I know it's still alive.

I break myself to try and say this is important, this is relevant, it means a lot to the both of us and I can only emit a scream filled with rage. It's alive. I know it's still alive.

And this is when I feel the prick on the back of my neck.

"You would die for your beliefs. I wouldn't."

Shaking and cold, I awaken. My skin clammy and pale.

The moon above in all of its wondrous beauty. I remember a night that truly set me free. I remember a night that awakened me that I ultimately discarded. I remember her voice, her face, her beckoning. I remember the moon.

The sunlight peeks through the branches above. Speaking to me, unveiling proudly what the night had to offer.

I smile, thinking, hoping this was forever. I pretend, but I have my own ideas.

The day, it asks me to explain myself. Asks me to expose myself. I explain. Why wouldn't I? It's all dismissed by panic and rage as my fist smashes into another building and I feel that prickling sensation on my neck.

These streets are vaguely reminiscent, despite the constant changes. A thick layer of fog sweeps the floor of this unknown city, the cobblestone streets barely if at all visible to the naked eye.

A place that feels like a dream, but you know you're awake. The memories of a life in ages past flood you uncontrollably with every step you take. Heart tearing through your sternum with each step, you carry on despite how tired you are.

A woman sobs echo through the streets from a distance. You know the name but you can't place it. A destructive, yet motivational part of you. A message of hope from the gods above.

Despite your efforts, you ended up exactly where you wanted to be, deep down.

You quietly and slowly make your way into the cemetery. Your every footstep marking progress in your life like height notches on a doorway. With every step you feel older, wiser. With every movement, you feel stronger and still weaker at the same time.

Life wears on you. As it does.

Your own footsteps echo throughout the world around you until you find yourself face to face with exactly what you didn't want to see. You look away, noticing purity, or your idea of purity perched atop the end of an elaborate fountain. Her presence seems to glow, to draw you towards it. You want to reach out but you stop dead in your tracks.

You speak, though your throat dry.

"I would die for my beliefs," you say. "I would die for my ideals."

Her pale, porcelain face in contrast to her bright blond hair, like a doll she shines in the moonlight. Her hands retracting from prayer and balling up under her chin as she looks at you. You see her in a white gown.

"I wouldn't," she says. And with this, she picks herself up to her feet, and she walks onward into the shadowed world of memories.

Your breath seems caught in your throat, as you cautiously step forward to sit beside her former resting place. A deep red stain to your side, leaving a scarlet trail of lost purity in its wake.

You feel a part of yourself lost, you notice something missing and you start to bleed as well.

The world around you has changed, you're now sitting on a stump in the forest. The solitude of your kind strikes you as the creatures of this world sing their song of the night. A path seems to emerge from the thick wood before you, and you stand to approach.

Your eyes close as you walk, as if you know the geography well. Though, the world before you crumbles as you walk.

And you remember the first time you tasted death, defied it. You looked Armin directly in the eyes and you said to him "You told me it... So I'm going... to the outside world..." And you saw the tears flow from his eyes and you saw the jaws of the creature destroying you, creating you close and you understood nothing but rage.

You open your eyes too the distorted view you have of the moon, and through the tears in your eyes and through your clenched teeth, you manage to tell yourself, you manage to tell yourself from within - "through all of my cynical hatred, I've forgotten how to love."

And you clutch the earth like a desperate child until the singing of the moon soothes you into submission. And you let go of all your restraints, and you cry as the night consumes you.

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clairen45 · 6 years

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Hey, fantastic job with your metas! I don't know if you've already posted a thorough article on what you expect or think IX will be, but I'd love to read what you have to say about the probable storyline you think is going to happen; personally, I'm having a hard time believing the Reylo arc can be completed in just another movie, let alone the arcs of the three trilogies; what would be left for the next trilogy they're already working on? What do you think? Tks again!

Dear Anon,

thank you for being so encouraging, it is always nice to hear! And thanks for the ask. It took me a little while to answer you (sorry about that) because I was wondering what I could really tell you. I usually try to avoid speculations because, well, I would not say it is my forte, I am not the best at making bets… And, honestly, there is a lot of stuff that could go whatever… BUT…. There are some things I think we can count on, and some things we may expect. And some others (not necessarily groundbreaking) that we could also see them explore or hint at, when looking at the material they have given us so far. Again, I will not bet on anything…Disclaimer, guys!

What we can count on:

Ben’s redemption (yep), last Skywalker standing, guys…. This is my final world, and I have no doubt about that.

More Force bonds. Because they are awesome!

Reylo as endgame. So…Reylo kiss/ Reylo sex (don’t expect porn, you guys, a lot of great fanfic readers are very kindly providing that)… Probably off screen then (but a girl can dream on something tactful and romantic, the kids will be watching so obviously…)

TFA was Kylo and Rey fighting each other… TLJ is them fighting together. Episode IX should be them fighting for each other… You can’t convince me otherwise.

The MF… It has been key in the ST… Home… Bringing Ben home, or Rey and Ben leaving together at the end. Or Ben piloting the Falcon to do something important…

New saber for Rey… duh

A coup by Hux. Obviously. Rabid cur anyone? Division among the First Order.

Brace yourself: death of our heroes. One or the two of them. Litteral death of one of them, but the other resurrects it through love and use of the Force. Or symbolic death of one or the two of them, through imagery or suspense (we think they are dead but they are not). This is classic myth/fairy tale. It has to happen for them to complete their growth and journey. There is no other way around it. But it can happen many different ways… Don’t fret. I am expecting them to be alive and well at the end.

Balance of the Force… see the quotation from Journal of the Whills: grey Jedi.

Overarching theme for the saga and ST: “you win by saving what you love, not killing what you hate”/ Fairy tale morale/ Dante’s Divine Comedy… Need I say more?

What we can logically expect (as a continuation, or because they have hinted at it, or because that is what they do)

Porgs!!!! Anything with eggs, nesting… too many aviary and bird references in the ST movies and novelizations to overlook

Maz Kenata.. playing some part… or just a cameo. Or finally delivering some answer or advice…

Battles… with ships… in space. And on land… LOL

Leia’s death and/or funeral… Except if they recast her, but oh well… Han’s funeral was in the novelization for TLJ. We need a funeral anyways in the last installment. Padmé in the PT, Vader in the OT… We are bound to get a funeral in the ST. Leia seems like the logical choice. Multiple possibilities: fairly early on, and then you have Kylo trying to show up or sharing with Rey after it and it can play a part in bringing them together. Or at the end, and it is the funeral that brings the galaxy together and it helps everyone mourn their lost and loved ones. Padmé’s was the funeral that marked the end of unity, Leia’s could be the one that brings everyone together. With Rey and Kylo together behind the coffin, or putting a torch to the pyre, hand in hand, as chief mourners.

Division in the Resistance? As a parallel to the First Order’s inner divisions? Would seem logical. I could see Poe struggle as a leader. Or Rey not being comfortable with everything about the Resistance, especially when it comes to Kylo. Rey still needs to figure out where she belongs… She belongs with Kylo. So, she might have issues finding her place in the Resistance. Just as he will not be happy with the First Order as seen by Hux.

Stormtrooper rising. They have focused more on the extra material about the human face of the Empire. See Claudia Gray’s Lost Stars, and the Junior novelization of TFA. Deleted scene of TLJ. Yes, Finn might not just be a bug in the system, it may be the first sign of more to come. Along with the division within the First Order, there may be stormtroopers rebelling and deciding between Kylo and Hux. Plus it gives Finn the chance to shine bright as the one who reaches out to dissident stormtroopers.

Use of the Jedi texts: they can’t have been stolen for no reason.

More FinnRose.

Kylo as good leader/benevolent emperor.

A Force ghost. I wonder if we will get a ROTJ type of ending with all our ghosts gently beaming… Or if they will just pop in to comment Rey and/or Kylo’s actions. We had them in the OT obviously. Not so much in the PT where Qui-Gon could have made an appearance/apparition… It is actually weird he didn’t but maybe Liam Neeson was not interested, who knows?

The ending should be on a lush planet. To symbolize rebirth, renewal, fertility, and the return to Paradise. And as a counterpoint to the ending of PT on Mustafar/Hell.

We might have the return of other known systems, Naboo or Mustafar, but I would really love to see Chandrila featured. It has been heavily featured in the extra material for the ST: in Last Shot, Leia Princess of Alderaan, and Aftermath series. We have seen Jakku, Rey’s birthplace, it would be logical and expected to see Chandrila, birthplace of Kylo. Also, don’t you think it eerily looks like Earth?

A nod to Padmé is overdue. Poor Padmé. Her part was already butchered in the PT. She is vaguely alluded to in the OT… It would be nice to see her somewhere in the ST. Extra material has been alluding and hinting at her…

Someone finding about Rey and Kylo’s force bond and special relationship and being shocked. I am imagining Rose or Finn. Either they keep her secret but call her out on it. Or they betray her secret, for her own good as they see it, and that prompts Rey to dramatically choose to defend Kylo. I have a head canon on BB8 playing a part in all that (catching them during a meeting and playing the holo of their tryst, for example… LOL)

Something that I desperately want to see but am unsure of… the overdue “I’ll come back for you sweetheart, I promise”, that is SO overdue and that is so important in the novelization of the movies, especially in the TLJ Junior version. I think I will pass out from excitement if I finally hear Kylo utter that line (which I deeply believe in).

THAT scene from Rey’s Force vision in TFA. Because, WTF, JJ, you started that now you finish it!

So possibly the elusive Knights of Ren?

Ok, I am sure I am forgetting some stuff. But, this is my piece for now. I hope that answers your questions. Please let me know your thoughts… Sorry it took so long! As for your question about completing it in one movie, well… @taule was telling me that she had heard people speculating they might make more… I would love it, of course, but they did say that ix was supposed to wrap up and tie in the whole Skywalker saga… Do not worry anyways, because you can count on books, novels, comics, and animation to keep Kylo, Rey, and all their buddies alive and well for quite a while. I am predicting LOTS, TONS OF Kylo’s stuff once they are done with ix and can finally stop pretending about the redemption and survival of their character.

@raven-maiden, @toawaterfowl, @lightaroundthecorner My elves accepted to finally open one letter and get their act together to answer an anon that has been nice all year! LOL

#reylo fandom #reylo #reylo fam #reylo speculation #star wars ep ix #star wars speculations #elves answered one ask

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on the ILF planning to fire railway cannon at the conference I have seen people argue that the ILF wasnt actually planning to fire the railway cannon at it that it was just a " Display of power by infiltrating one of Erebonia's top fortressess and covering C's identity by playing the pre-recorded message from the ship while Crow was with us. If ILF really wanted to fire the Railway guns back then, there is no reason for C to act the way he did, especially since we later find out how powerful he is and what "weapon" he has at his disposal. " crow wouldnt try to kill towa

also in regards to possibility of it being hit "Even if the ILF managed to fire live ammunition at Crossbell, it's very unlikely they would have hit Orchis Tower. ", firing the Railway Guns isn't the same as aiming them.At their core, Railway Guns are artillery pieces and hitting with artillery isn't done by eyeballing but by using math, also called firing solutions. , . And as it so happens, we see in Azure that Railway Gun *targeting* is actually done from the Garrelia C&C room and not from inside the Railway Guns. So even if the ILF fires them, the shells would land where the guns were aiming at by default and I consider it very unlikely it would be Orchis Tower considering the place was a construction site until recently. "

Oh it was a mistake to give me that ask. Because all I see here, is people wanting to whitewash Crows doings with all their might because they love him (and Rean and him together) so much that they can not live with the fact that people with half a brain and some common sense are actually rightfully saying that Crow and all the people from his terrorist-group should have been put to jail or even sentenced to death.

But here we go...

Lets start with the question how much it matters if they would have hit the Orchis Tower directly with the Railway cannons or not. Its stated multiple times that the cannons are aiming at Crossbell by default. Crossbell is a city full of innocent people, who are surely not big fans of Osborne and thus hardly their supporters and with that should not be targeted at all by Crows minions in any way shape or form. Why does it matter if they would have hit the Tower directly? Of course, maybe that means Olivert and the others might not have been in as big of a danger as it seemed, but does this make a possible attack any better? Is it okay for the ILF to kill anyone we don't know? It could have hit Juna and her family, for example. Or the little girl that usually takes care of Coppe. Would that have been okay? It is also stated that the Guns from Garellia fortress could cause large damage, meaning that even if they weren't aiming directly at the Tower, doesn't mean the tower was completely save. The shock-wave of the impact could have still destroyed the tower and hurt and/or killed the people in it. Meaning that IF the ILF would have actually planned to shoot the cannons they would have caused many peoples deaths and it could have included the ones of almost ALL the leaders of the Zemurian-Continet and also, yes, Towas.

So lets target this next. Crow loves Towa, she is very dear to him, yes. BUT at that point in the game, Crow was so consumed by hatred and his wish for revenge that he was willing to do absolutely anything to reach his goal. Including hurting Rean in a way, that class 7 thought they had to send him away to save his life, because they strongly believed Crow would have killed him otherwise. Crow himself said that he just had been acting to hide his identity and in that moment, I strongly believe he meant it. Obviously its not that easy, to just forget the bonds you have formed in the previous two years, no matter how faked those two years might have been. But in that very moment he didn't give a damn about anyone or anything. He was dead-serious then and very likely also before and I would not assume that any of his plans would have been compromised by any feelings he had - aside from his hatred for Osborne. He might have been reluctant about destroying Orchis Tower because of Towa, but if he would have really seen a perfect chance to kill Osborne that way, he would have done it regardless of Towa. He had risked far more already, so what is the life of one friend he believed he just pretended to be friends with to begin with?

Lets move on to the question if it was really Crows plan to fire the Railway Cannons. Did he? Probably not. Was there still a possibility it could have happened? Oh surprise! Yes. Sara stated, after taking care of S that she DEACTIVATED the Railway Gun. Meaning that it was active and would have fired eventually after the 5 Minutes were over. Which means that if there were any holes in Crows plan (and there were some) and Class7 would not have made it in time, the Guns would have fired. If he really didn't plan to actually shot the Guns than he was counting a lot on luck because if the fight with Scarlet would have taken any longer, we could have said goodbye to a part of Crossbell. Because think about it! As a display of power, you can not stand there and not shot, after you said you would, if the plan would have gone wrong. That would have made the ILF look like idiots that wouldn't go through with their plans anyway. And we had two groups. What if one of them didn't make it? What if the one were Crow wasn't in didn't make it? If things in Crows team would have turned ugly, he could have pretended he somehow managed to stop V on his own. But what if Reans team was delayed, stopped or killed by the Archaism or the other members of the ILF (as they were told to kill whoever gets in their way) waiting for them on the way? Would Scarlet really had stopped the Gun and made the ILF look like a bunch of fools with nothing more than a big mouth? Crows plan - if he really didn't wanted to guns to be shot - relied heavily on Class7, Sara and Neithardt and that they would make it and make it in time on top of it. If he would have miscalculated their powers or abilities at least one of the guns would have needed to be fired for the ILFs reputation to uphold and as you stated they can not aim from the cannons directly, that means it was not exactly possible for them to change the aim to a more rural part of Crossbell and let it just be a warning-shot that hardly costs any lifes.

And we come to one important part here. The ILF doesn't give a damn about innocent lifes. The Soldies in the Fortress were laying in their own puddle of blood, when Class7 found them. The people that were previously fighting the tanks that were out of hand beforehand might as well been harmed or killed if they took a hit. Crow did sent G into his certain death (and he was not killed nicely by Shirley and the others...) and ordered the members of the ILFs that were fighting alongside V and S to kill themselves with poison after all was said and done. He didn't give a damn about anyones life at that point. And that is were we get to the Orchis Tower. Even if the Railway Guns were never intended to actually shot Crossbell or at least directly the Tower, did that mean no one there was ever in danger? No it was not. The conference room was directly attacked by multiple ships and if the glass would have broken (and we see in Hajimari that it can be broken) they would have shot aimlessly at everyone in that room, with all leaders assembled there, playing right into Osborns hands by giving the other countries of Zemuria the perfect excuse to declare war on Erebonia, after they were unable to keep their own Terrorists in check. The Tower itself was occupied by members of the ILF and thus, once again, everyone in it was put in danger. Including Towa, just for the record. This mission failed because of the SSS (whos strength Crow could hardly have know at that point) and the merciless Red Constellation being hired by Osborne. Here too innocent people were put in danger adding to the fact that likely no one of the ILF made it out alive, so once again, Crow sacrificing his own people for a display of power.

So tell me... after innocent soldiers were killed, innocent people were put in danger and after allowing his very own people to die for the cause... does this in any way make Crows action okay just because he MIGHT not have intended to shot the Railway Guns or at least not to aim directly at the tower? Does this make Crow and his ILF-People innocent and good and give reason to pardon them? Does this make the attack on Garellia Fortress and the Tower okay?

Not for me.

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x688plsloveme · 7 years

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Companions plus faction leaders see get Sole get gravely injured and while trying to help them, they try to walk it off and continue the fight

Cait: One moment, both Cait and Sole were having the time of their lives, decimating supermutants. The next, Sole was screaming while a mutant dog tore up their arm. Cait bashed the dog's head in without a moment's hesitation. She was about to go back into the fight when she saw Sole trying to get up and grab their weapon. "Oh, no you don't! Sit back down Sole!" Sole said that they were perfectly capable of fighting, but Cait wasn't having it. She forced Sole to stay seated, then threatened them to stay or else. Sole begrudgingly allowed Cait to fix them up. After she was done, she pointed a finger at Sole and told them that if they worried her like that again, she'd kill them herself.

Codsworth: Codsworth honestly thought that Sole was invincible before he saw them get torn up by a feral ghoul. He told Sole that they should heal themselves while he takes care of the remaining ghouls, but Sole wasn't hearing it. They told him that they were fine and limped back into the fray. Codsworth couldn't really argue with Sole, so he made sure to take care of the toughest enemies. Ensuring that Sole would have it easier.

Curie: Curie lets out a rather loud gasp when she sees the blood blossoming on Sole's thigh while they were fighting gunners. Curie tries to treat it right away, even with Sole telling her to stop over and over again. Sole just keeps on firing their gun while Curie patches their leg up as best she can with them standing. When the last of their enemies were down, Curie properly fixes Sole's leg, not noticing their piercing stare until she glanced up. "What's the matter madam/monsieur..?" She looks quite shocked. "You got in my way during the fight!" Curie winces and tiltes her head down. "I-I'm sorry, but you seemed to b-be in pain..." She looked up. "I just wanted to help, really!" Sole put their hand on their kind hearted companion's shoulder. "I know Curie, but next time help me when everything wanting to kill us is dead."

Danse: Sole got knocked out for a few seconds when a synth hit them with a shock baton. Danse quickly destroyed it, before turning to Sole with his brow furrowed in worry. "You okay soldier?" Sole blinked out the remaining spots in their vision. "Yeah, I'm fine." They tried to stand, but ended up falling right back down. They tried twice more before Danse commanded them to stay. Sole tried to protest, but to no avail. They couldn't disobey a direct command from someone with a higher rank than them. By the time Danse returned, Sole was able to walk, but Danse still had them lean on him. After a few minutes of silence, Sole looked up at Danse and quietly asked him, "Please don't tell Elder Maxson about my screw up today." Danse kept looking forward, but there was a small smile on his face. "Of course soldier. I know you'd do the same for me."

Deacon: Sole and Deacon were doing fairly well against a group of raiders up until Sole slipped and got shot multiple times in the stomach. Deacon turned around when he heard Sole's scream. His eyes went wide, panicking for a second before pulling himself together. He shot the raiders around them before running up to inspect Sole's injuries. They tried telling him that they're fine, but coughed up blood while doing so. "Uh-huh. I've heard some pretty bad lies in my time, but I think that one just took the cake. Sorry, but you're staying where you are." All Sole could do was groan and lean their head back while Deacon finished up. He already had stimpacks ready when he came back to Sole's spot. They ended up camping there for the night, giving Sole plenty if time to think about how lucky they are to have Deacon as a companion.

Dogmeat: Sole gets grazed by a feral's bony hands while in downtown Boston. Dogmeat thinks that Sole is seriously hurt, so he goes absolutely berserk on the rest of the ferals. 'Must protect human!' Sole ends up not being able to shoot anything because Dogmeat's in the way. He gets rewarded with a brahmin steak later on for being such a good boy.

Hancock: Hancock damn near went feral when Sole got seriously hurt by a raider. He only increased the violence when he saw that Sole was trying to help him, scared that they'd get in an even worse condition. He was not going to lose the one good thing he had left on this world. When he saw Sole's dumbfounded look after he was done, he burst out laughing. "Chalk that up to 'reasons why I'm awesome." That snapped Sole out of it. "Yeah, yeah. Just fix me up already." He did it without hesitation and helped Sole to their feet. While they were walking away, Hancock ruffled Sole's hair affectionately, and told them not to worry him so much. Sole just smirked and said that they couldn't promise anything.

MacCready: While fighting a bunch of gunners, Sole was flung across the street by a man in power armour. "Holy fu-frick!" MacCready's eyes went wide when he saw his friend sprawled across the pavement. Thankfully, Mac shot the guy between the eyes before he could deliver the final blow. MacCready was relieved when he saw Sole get up, but that was quickly replaced by fear when they suddenly clenched their abdomen. "Boss! Are you okay?" Sole grimaced more than they smiled, but they assured him that they were alright. In reality, Sole just didn't want to worry him. A few broken bones is nothing. MacCready was a bit skeptical, but trusted Sole to know what they were doing. The poor guy never learned that Sole was actually very hurt.

Nick: Nick thought he was going to overheat with how hard he was working to keep Sole safe. Sole had just gotten a nasty gash from a mirelurk a few minutes prior, and Nick didn't want them to over exert themselves with more fighting. When the last mutated crab was down, Nick went to heal Sole straight away. They tried pushing him away, insisting that they were fine. Nick stared them down and said, "Sole." That one word was enough to make Sole give in. They couldn't compete with Nick's stern voice. He had a smug smile the entire time he was fixing them up.

Piper: "OH MY GOD! BLUE!" Needless to say, Piper was downright terrified. The last thing she wanted was for her best friend to die. She didn't even wipe out the rest of the enemies, she just picked up Sole and ran. She ran until she came across Diamond City. Piper took Sole to the clinic, demanding immediate medical attention. All the stress made Piper pass out on her friend's cot after the doc fixed them up. She was just glad that Sole would be alright.

Preston: There was only one stingwing left when it stung Sole. Preston made short work of it, but the poison was spreading quickly, making Preston tear up because he didn't know how to save his friend. He soon sobered, however, when he saw Sole start to walk away. "Where do you think you're going? We need to get you help!" Sole didn't even glance back, probably because they were wincing. "Eh. I'll be okay." Preston wasn't going to let them have their way. He ran up to them, and without warning, hefted Sole over his shoulder. He ran all the way to the nearest settlement, even with Sole demanding he put them down.

Strong: He let Sole get back up and continue to fight after they got hurt by some mutants. He would've thought them weak if they hadn't. Strong did go on ahead to take the brunt of the fire, so that Sole wouldn't die of course. Then who would help him find the milk of human kindness?

X6-88: X6 made a disapproving sound when he saw that Sole had been incapacitated by a stray bullet or four.vHe obliterated the remaining enemies before lifting Sole up bridal style. They asked him what in the world he was doing. One of his eyebrows lifting up in question was the only bit of emotion he showed. "I'm obviously taking you back to the institute to get treated." Sole started pushing against his chest, saying that they're not some damsel in distress. X6 sighed. "With all due respect sir/ma'am. Wouldn't it be better to get bullets dug out of you by sterile equipment?" Sole stopped and thought for a moment. "Holy crap, you're right. Well then, what are we waiting for?" X6 muttered a barely audible "We're waiting for you to accept the obvious answer," before calling in a teleport request.

Desdemona: She couldn't believe it. One of her best heavies knocked out on the ground. They fainted because they saw a molerat. Now Des has to make sure that none of the 'savage beats' could attack Sole. A few minutes after Desdemona was done, Sole woke up. Des wasted no time in chewing out Sole, putting emphasis on them needing to get over their molerat phobia.

Maxson: Maxson would be lying if he said that he wasn't scared shitless. What with Sole bleeding on the ground, and him being the only one who could fight against the rest of the gen-1 synths that infested a building near the airport. He long ago told Sole to not get up no matter what. Somehow, he destroyed all of the synths, and let the tension leave his body. Until it came back when he heard Sole's ragged breathing. He spun around and told them to hop on his back. He didn't know a thing about medicine, but people around the airport do. When he arrived, he was dead tired, but he managed a smile when the doctor that took Sole told him that that'd be alright.

Father: He was absolutely mesmerized by Sole's fighting ability. So much so, that he didn't hear Sole's warning. They had to tackle him out of the way, which made them take they blow he was about to receive. He was stunned for a moment, but when he saw that Sole was standing back up with blood running down their face he scrambled back to his feet. "Mother/Father! Let me-" Sole cut him off. "No Shuan. It's my duty as your parent to protect you. Let me." It tore him up to do so, but he obeyed. He never looked up more to his parent than at that very moment.

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