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two rotten apples | pt. 3 [preview]

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“I’m not jealous, Jungkook,” you hissed. “I just came by to see what you wanted after you told me you waited outside my dorm room last night like a fucking pervert. I was a little bit… busy… so I’m sorry I didn’t reply.”

“Yeah,” he muttered, tonguing his cheek. “You were busy this morning, too.”

“What was that?”


It was silent for a few seconds as cars drove by the two of you standing on the sidewalk. Birds chirped over your heads as they flew by but the two of you continued to stare at each other, anger radiating off him in waves.

“Is there something you would like to fucking say?”

Jungkook weighed his options right then. He could either come out and say that he heard you fucking some guy in your dorm this morning and also come out looking like the pervert you were accusing him of or— Well, that was his only option, really. The other option was just to say nothing and go back inside. But that wouldn’t solve anything. Maybe he should just get it all out in the fucking open. You could say you weren’t jealous but he knew you—

“I know you want to,” you said. “Go on. Say it.”

He rolled his eyes. “I just think it’s funny that you’re getting mad at me—” You cut in to say that you weren’t actually mad but he kept going. “—when you were fucking some other asshole this morning. I heard you.”

“You were fucking spying on me?” you asked in pure disbelief but also not because you could actually believe that.

“I wasn’t spying on you,” he sneered. “I came to talk to you after you ignored me and just so happened to hear—”

Your cheeks heated up at the thought of him hearing you having sex with Jimin. “How much did you hear exactly?”

Oh! That feels so good,” he mocked you in a high-pitched voice. “You’re so big, unlike Jungkook, and—

“I do not sound like that, you bastard,” you huffed, crossing your arms. “You should’ve just left after—”

“I fucking did,” he shouted, catching you off guard. “You think I just stood in the hallway fapping?!”

“Well, I never know with you…” you mumbled to yourself.

He glared at you for a few moments, pursing his lips.

“Why the fuck does it matter anyway? Why do you care if I fuck someone else? You’re not my boyfriend and if you ever were, just fucking kill me because—” He scoffed at that, rolling his eyes. “What? Why are you acting like this?”

“I’m not acting like anything,” was his excuse.

“Uh huh,” you mumbled. “You’re acting like a jealous prick.”

"I’m not jealous,” he replied. “You can fuck as many guys as you fucking want.”

“Good.” If anything, his glare darkened at that. “I fucking will then.”




Burn Fires to Celebrate Spring

Festival of Walpurgis text :)
(But it’s the swedish celebration since i know nothing else)
For you who don’t know what I’m writing about you find the info here

Shiro = Space Dad
Keith = Let me sleep
Hunk = Hunkules
Lance = I Don’t Need Pants I’m a Mermaid
Pidge = Tech Geek Ready 2 Fight
Allura = Queen
Coran = Don’t trash the ‘stache
Matt = Tech Geek

Let me sleep >> Space Dad, Hunkules, I Don’t Need Pants I’m a Mermaid, Tech Geek Ready 2 Fight, Tech Geek, Queen, Don’t trash the ‘stache

Let me sleep: hey, are anyone of you going to be at the fire later today?


Let me sleep: uh, you okay Matt?

Tech Geek: NO! I have to do tax declarations today! GFDI!

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anonymous asked:

Zero, I wasn't on Tumblr last year. I'm so curious... How was your reaction to the rock pictures, and even before, the Met Gala dancing.?

The Met Gala I did much eye rolling. But knowing Tom loves to dance I thought nothing of it- other than think how he looked like their uncle who was trying to dance with the cool popular kids when he was just there to chaperone. Any rumors afterwards I dismissed because she’s a moron only capable of caring about herself and I couldn’t imagine them carrying on a conversation for more than 30 seconds.

The rock pic was texted to me by a coworker and I went through all the stages of grief in the space of 3
Minutes waiting in a drive thru.

Denial– “THAT’S NOT TOM. IT CANNOT BE TOM” (sees pics of them walking off the beach, shit it is him).
Bargaining– “Maybe he’s just being stupid and he’ll snap out of it or it’s just a hook up to make Calvin jealous. He can’t liiiike her”
Depression- “These pictures are obviously staged which means he fully participated in this photo shoot in order to get publicity. He is no different than every other celebrity who just wants fame. Why would I think he’s different?”
Acceptance–“Well, he’s clearly a publicity hungry tabloid whore and deserves all the shit he will get for this stupendous error in judgement. Including from me.”

And the ZFC as you know it was born 😎

Cheating wife stories #4

Previously on cheating wife stories as I stopped fucking Sarah and realizing I was hurting my wife I asked her politely to leave the apartment as my wife and her lover stay behind as I sat with my back against the wall with my heart split in 2 wondering what have I done sitting naked on the floor as her lover sits wondering what to do as my wife is in tears I start to remember all the things me and my wife did before our marriage and before this incident happened remembering all the smiling funny times we had all the passionate nights we spent before my promotion at work it seems my wife was happier that I was not working so hard that I would come home every night just to fuck the shit outta her to satisfy her hunger for sex as I realised what lead to the cheating I pulled my self together got up wrapped a towel around me I told her lover he can leave and go home to his wife and told him to never look back at me and my wife he took it as advice and never looked back to this day he is happy with his wife with they daughter as he leaves I untie my wife my wife stops crying i turn my back to her as I was ready to leave she asks me where am I going I told her I am.leaving she asks why I say because I don’t make u happy she says wait I said no I’m leaving as I closed the door and jumped in my car to head to my other house as I came out my vechile entering my house I went to take a shower as my head leans on the wall as the water hits my body I heard my front door close I didn’t pay no mind seeing that it wasn’t important I continued to let the water soak into my skin feeling broken as I daydreamed in the shower 2 arms wrapped around my back hugging me when I came to I looked back to see my wife hugging me I asked what are you doing here she said I know what I did was wrong but your my husband and I’m not gonna abandon you we made and no matter what I’m your wife as she sends her hands lower she begins stroking my cock as I say what are you doing she smiles and says taking care of my husband as she turns me around to get on her knees in the shower and begins to suck my manhood I begin feeling the sensational feeling of my wife’s warm mouth of my dick as I’m moaning softly that I forgotten how good my wife was at giving head as she says if it makes u feel better I never sucked him.like this I may have said those things hunny but I didn’t know what I was saying I was in lust I wanted sex ad I wanted it from u but u was working hard and I didn’t know what to do the toys wasn’t working for my sexual appetite I’m so sorry I hurt you as she gets up kissing my lips rubbing her huge tits against my chest as I’m feeling loved by her she turns around facing the wall demanding her husband to shove his stick into her as I slide inside my wife I began thrusting deeply as I began speeding up fucking her harder pounding her nice tight well shaved pussy hearing her moan loudly saying that’s it baby fuck your wife ohh fuck oh my God baby u dunno how much I craved for u oohhhh fuck right there baby right there as I’m fuckin her against the bathroom wall I bring her ass back to sit on my rod making her ride it like a pony as she screams in pleasure like a nymphomaniac telling me don’t stop don’t stop as I’m giving her all of me she begins to squirt on my cock as moans in pleasure ohh fuck baby as I say I’m gonna cum hunny she says cum for me baby come inside me I want a baby hunny I want our child as I’m going faster I begin to bust load inside her filling her pussy up with my warm sticking milk she moans out in pleasure we stop to catch our breath as I pull out of her I went straight to bed and fell asleep as she likes next to me saying I love u my husband I began to smile and say I love u too as the morning came as I gone to work I called my wife to find out what she is up to she says cooking I tell her I will.be home early today she says ok hunny love you as I reached home seen my wife waiting for me.in her see thru dress she calls me over winking what can I say my wife’s a bad bitch and I love her wonder what sexual adventures can we on cover

The End

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anonymous asked:

Part 3 of jealous Reid? Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeease

I can most certainly do a third part!!  Here it is, comin’ ‘atcha!

(Part 1  Part 2  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 9  Epilogue)

Splashing water in your face, you try desperately to wake up. Hotch had called you at 7:30, saying that your “expertise” was needed on a few cases, and told you to pack a bag.

That didn’t last long.

Auto-piloting on the ride to work, you wonder what particular case they have stumbled upon that Spencer couldn’t aid. After all, you had stepped on his toes enough.

Walking into the office building, you yawn and step into the elevator.

“Don’t worry, you get used to the hours.”

Jumping, you lift your gaze up, meeting eye to eye with the young man whom you have pissed off on several occasions since your arrival a few days ago. Smiling lightly at you, he takes your go bag and hands you a large, steaming cup of coffee.

“Caramel, right?”

Sniffing the coffee, you take a huge swig, gulp it down, sigh in relief, and open your eyes. “Thank you,” you say meekly, giving him a smile back.

As the doors open, you two slump out and head towards the stairs for the conference room.


“Blake has the flu, are you alright to step in?” Hotch asks you as you enter the room.

“Of course,” you say, making a mental note to call her and get her address so you can send her something to help with her illness. “Alright, here’s your folder, Garcia’s about to brief.”

Sitting over in the corner, Spencer comes and takes the seat next to you. Furrowing your brow at him, he looks at you and tilts his head.

“Blake and I usually sit together and combine efforts until we get to where we are going. Is that alright?”

Nodding your head, Garcia starts in on the issue. 5 missing women, all from different psychiatric facilities in California in the last month. None have turned up, and no particular suspects.

As you half-listen to Garcia drone on, you start flipping thru the pile of photos and medical records for the women that have been released to the team. Trying to find a connection, you tick idea after idea off of your mental list, quickly dwindling your first gut responses…until you get to their latest medical exams.

Raising your hand, Garcia stops mid-sentence. “This isn’t preschool. Speak, my child.”

Looking up at her and chuckling a bit, you take out the women’s last medical records before their disappearance. “Look at their last appointments.” As you hear everyone tittering with their iPads, Spencer’s eyes widen when he puts it together.

“It’s not about what’s there…it’s about what’s not,” he ,mumbles, looking up at you.

“Brilliant,” he whispers, furrowing his brow in surprise and admiration.


After realizing that the mental patients never signed off on their medical records, it was easy to pinpoint the medical doctor hopping from facility to facility. In many mental facilities, the patient is required to sign the record before and after the procedure, in order to ensure their proper care and keep track of where they are at all times…and while, at first glace, it looked like signatures were there, when you looked closer you had realized that they was, in fact, forgeries.

Now it was just a matter of chasing the doctor down. As you speed down the highway, Morgan and Rossi in tow, they keep looking over at you with wide eyes…surprised at your ability to maneuver a speeding vehicle down a loaded highway without so much as a close call.

“Y/N, where are you?” Hotch says in your ear piece.

“ETA: 4 minutes.”

“Make it 2,” he counters.

Nodding, you step on the gas and careen off of the exit, hoping you can get there in time.


“Ok, I’m putting it down,” Spencer says as he and Hotch lower their weapons.

The unsub had them as well as himself and his latest abduction barricaded in a house, gun to her head.

“Just take it easy…”  Hotch says as he slowly erects himself from his slumped position.

“You don’t call the shots!” he yelled, holding out his gun as it trembles in his hand.

“We’re here,” you say, hoping they can still hear you. You peek thru the window and see the unsub with the girl, holding a gun and screaming. As you run around to the back of the truck and throw the trunk open, you grab a bag and start running for the backyard.

“Where are you going!?” Morgan says in your ear. “High ground. If you can’t get them out safely, I’m taking the shot.”

As they furrow their brow in confusion, you crest a hilltop and stoop down low. Unzipping your bag, you take out the parts to your rifle, quickly assemble them, load it up, and get settled.

As you adjust your scope, you hear Rossi in your ear. “You’re just full of surprises, Y/L/N.”

Checking the wind velocity and direction, you adjust and get the unsub’s head in the scope. Taking a deep breath, you say, “Let me know when.”

And then? You wait.


You see thru your scope Rossi and Morgan creep around, with J.J. at the ambulance shuffling from foot to foot, guarding the front door exit.  As you watch the scene unfold, you see the unsub strike the girl with the butt of his gun, soon falling out of sight.

Flinching, you gather yourself again, fixing your site back on him. You hear Morgan count down in your ear, and then a big crash. Looking thru your scope, you can’t see much, except for the girl getting up off of the floor and scurrying to someone, while the unsub opens his mouth as if he is screaming.

Breathing deeply, you almost give into your screaming urge to put your gun away, until the unsub resurfaces…with Spencer.

Feeling your heart stop, your fingertips grow cold. As the unsub continues to yell, you realize that Spencer can’t catch his breath. Hearing screams and yelping in your ear piece that you can’t make out, you hear Rossi in the background…

“Take the shot! Y/L/N…take the damn shot!”

And just as you had been summoned, you aim, breathe…and pull.


Hearing the commotion of the ambulances, you watch thru your scope as everyone emerges from the house: Rossi and Morgan bloodied, Hotch bamboozled, and Spencer in shock.

Confirming that everyone was out of the house, you sit down and disassemble your weapon, placing each piece back in the bag. It had been quite a while since you had shot your rifle, and you found your shoulders trembling more than they should. Grabbing your bag, you stand up and look down at the scene to see everyone staring back up at you, and as the wind loosens your hair, blowing it around your shoulders, you take a deep breath to steady your gyrating hands.


Making sure you were first on the plane, you sit in the back seat, your back towards the front of the plane. You could hear the team file on, one by one, barely making a sound. You knew the day was hard on everyone, and you had tried to come up with a scenario, other than the truth, to explain your sniping skills, and just as if they could read your mind, everyone started to take the front seats first, filling them up before trickling back.

As you feel the tightness in your throat start to clench shut on your wind pipe, you clear your throat and run your fingers thru your hair.

You never did bother to pile it back on your head.

As you daze off, the feeling of the plane slowly ascending in to the air and stabilizing, you swallow a bit too hard, willing the tears to keep themselves unseen.

Why did you ever think you could hide?

So lost in thought, you hadn’t even realized that Morgan and Spencer had sat down with you. Feeling a warm sensation in your hand, you jump, widening your eyes as you realize that they are sitting next to you.

Lips quivering uncontrollably, Spencer squeezes your hand. You look down, releasing your tears from captivity, and feel a sense of longing as Morgan reaches for your other hand, and as the three of you sit in silence, feeling the churning of the plane engines and hearing the wind beneath its wings, you curse yourself for ever thinking that you could change.

anonymous asked:

uhh not to alarm you but you should get to an ER asap

i’m going to wait overnight and sleep thru my morning class and see how i feel. if i feel worse and/or i cough up more blood i’ll go to urgent care.

i compose myself / a dress ironed flat across your knee / slapready O Honey! / lifted 90° high \ er by your bent knee , finding me that awash / holy fire / a red-golden dress stripped / pasted , O Honey! (salt) on the wall u licked and the drink you drinked \ tasted bad / see me on a seat so im waiting / to be paddled thru (a) mine (/) last year

@sheydim ’s 31x31 challenge! ‘the slap // salt’

theuniqueladylee  asked:

Hey, with some of the asks you've gotten lately I just want to tell you I love how you're telling the story you're making and I cant wait (but of course I will) to see where you take it! I can't wait to see these boys go thru their lives and their stories and I cant wait to see what happens to them. You've put so much work and love and care into creating them and their story and I cant wait to see where it goes.

;____; LEEE YOU’RE SO SWEET THANK YOU <3333 I cant wait to show these things to you guys, im more than excited about it!! It’s gonna be a ride for sure v//3//v im so happy it’s holding up enough that people are curious !! I hope I dont disappoint ;A; <333 THANKS SO MUCH <3

No Turning Back (Kylo Ren-reader)

    “Kylo, let go of your son!!!!” you shout as loud as you can, terrified at the sight unfolding in front of you. “Let him go, what are you doing??!!”  Your beautiful chrome armor shines in the sunlight; your black cape embroidered with a single, small crimson rose on the left shoulder is the only symbol of your royalty. Miran is suspended midair and you can see he’s struggling to get out of his father’s strong hold. “ Kylo Ren, RELEASE MY SON RIGHT NOW!!!” You plead again, but you get no answer. “Mom, mom… he’s… choking… me…”  Miran manages to squeal through short breaths, gasping for air. You start to see red spots, your vision is clouded. You are scared to death, you try to get into Kylo’s mind to calm him down, but he won’t let you. You take off your helmet, tossing it on the soft grass; your face is covered in sweat and tears, but you don’t even feel anything. You lift your right hand and concentrate all your Force towards Kylo, trying to make him free your son. The impact is strong, he falls to his knees, but he still doesn’t let Miran go.

    You slowly approach him from behind; you’re concentrating so much you can barely see where you’re walking. “Ben Solo, do you hear me? Release our son!!!” You push another Force wave towards him, this time it makes him fall on his hands, severing the hold. Miran drops from above, landing on his face. “Oh my God! “ You run and get him up, shaking him a bit to get him out of trance. “Miran, Miran, are you ok baby?” He nods yes, still shaking, and hugs you tight. He is tall, just like his father, almost 12, already reaching your shoulder with the top of his head.

   “Mom!” Miran whispers in fear, making you turn towards Kylo. You hide him behind your back, standing up straight, reaching out your hand again, ready to attack. “What do you think you’re doing??!!!? “you yell towards the man that is standing in front of you again. His eyes are glowing red and he is mad as hell. “Traitor!!!! Our son is a traitor!!!!” he shouts.

    You swallow nervously, your senses enhanced to the maximum. “ …A…a… traitor? He’s just a boy, what…what are you talking about???!!!He’s your son!”  You try to get in his mind and he violently pushes you back. You take a step forward again, holding Miran behind your back with the other hand. “Don’t make me do this, Kylo, don’t make me do it.” You tilt your head, close your eyes, and inhale deeply. You feel his attack coming, and you are ready to knock him down. You did it before. He is very powerful, but so are you. He is not going to touch your son.

     Blaster gun noises hiss by your head, barely missing you. You count 6 fast rounds. You open your eyes and you see Kylo to the ground. You turn to see who it was and you see Captain Phasma running towards you. “Are you ok, Commander <Y/N>?” “Yes,yes, we’re good.” You exhale in relief, grateful she found you. “Thank you,Phasma. I didn’t want to hurt him”. “He will be out for a while; the gun is set on paralyzing mode.” She approaches Kylo, still holding her gun up, just in case.

“I’m glad you told me to follow you, Commander <Y/N>. What happened here?”

     “I really don’t know myself, I felt a disturbance in the Force and herd my son’s voice in my head asking for help. Kylo was trying to kill Miran!!!! Phasma, he was trying to kill him!!!! “Your eyes fill with tears as you kneel by Ren, carefully placing his head on your knees. “He wasn’t himself again, he was so angry. The darkness took him completely.” You caress his long, black hear with shaky hands. You can sense there is no barrier now. “My love”, you whisper in his mind,” what’s wrong?”  

     Miran watches everything from a few steps away; he is witnessing something he does not quite understand. Phasma walks towards him and stops by his side. “Don’t be afraid, she is trying to help him.”

      A strong flash of light, then a gray mist surrounding you and Kylo. It gets thicker and thicker, until Myran and Phasma can barely see the two of you. Another flash of light in the blackness. You frown. Your husband’s rage hits you with the weight of a thousand stars. You clench your hand to the chest, trying to keep your composure and concentration. Then you hear it, first as a mumble, then clearer and clearer. “…can you not feel it, Commander? Are you so blinded by your feelings as a father that you are completely ignoring what’s going on right in front of you? I think it is my solemn duty to inform Snoke that…”

      “Silence!!!!!!!Do not test my patience, general Hux. My son does not have light in him. He is his father’s and his mother’s son!!!How dare you speaking to me like that?!” His voice sounds distorted thru the mask, menacing and hoarse. “Don’t you even dare implying that my son is or will be a traitor!!! It will never happen. Do you understand me?”  Hux takes a few steps back as Kylo approaches him. “Do not speak to me like that again, General!!!” Hux lifts his chin up and looks his commander right in the eyes thru the black mask. “Yes, I understand. But all you have to do is read his mind.” You feel Ren’s fury growing inside of him. He’s contemplating smashing Hux against the wall, but he doesn’t. He just turns around and leaves the office.

      The vision blurs. It’s going away. You open your eyes and realize your head is resting on Kylo’s forehead. He showed you what happened and your sorrow knows no limit because you learned the truth a while ago: you felt the light within your son before. You concealed it from his father using your Force, but apparently not well enough.  Somebody noticed. Hux did. But how? He wasn’t Force sensitive. You should have done a better job protecting your child. You failed… Ren must have finally decided to read Miran’s mind and pierced the barrier. What now? …

      “Captain Phasma!”  You say, standing up. “Yes, commander!” She was loyal to your family, you trusted her. “Get the medical team to take Kylo Ren to the Base. I have to go somewhere really quickly. I’ll follow shortly.” You reach your hand and lift you helmet, carefully placing it back on. Miran looks confused and frightened, he can’t possibly know in how much danger he is. “Come here, baby”. He approaches you slowly, avoiding looking at you. “Go with Captain Phasma, I’ll be back to the Base soon,ok?” You caress his cheeks and part his hair to the side. He has his father’s dark, wavy hair and your green eyes. “Everything will be allright,ok?” “Ok…” he mutters, giving you a short hug.

     Your steps resonate on the silver marble of the corridor leading to General Hux’s office. “Commander <Y/N>” you hear the storm trooper announcing you. The general is standing up from his desk when you enter the room. “My queen, what an unexpected honor”.  He bows his head, but you can see the smirk. He knew how much you hated to be called queen and he just rubs it in your face. “I would like to remind you, general, that here I am just Commander <Y/N>.” “My apologies”, he smiles with a fake, benevolent tone. “Please do sit”.

     You pretend not to hear the invitation. You approach him until you’re standing right in front of him. “Kylo Ren attacked our son today, I am pretty sure he wanted to hurt him. He almost hurt me too.” you say bluntly. Hux opens his mouth to say something, but you interrupt. “I know what you said to my husband.” You watch him through your helmet, his face is getting flushed. “Don’t poison his mind with your lies! Don’t you dare interfering with my family or you will regret it! “You detach your helmet and take it off, so he can see your face. Your eyes are glowing from blue to green, then suddenly they turn as red as blood. You use the Force to lift all the objects in the room; you can feel the call of the darkness growing in your soul.  The general is shocked to see you manifest your power. He heard about it but never saw it first-hand. “If you think my husband has a bad temper, general, you should wait until you see mine!” you manage to utter thru your clenched teeth. It takes everything you got not to snap his head. Hux is amazed and almost terrified to hear you speak with that weird voice, it sounds like several people are talking in the same time, but it is only you standing there in front of him, unforgiving and threatening. “Commander <Y/N>, I can assure you that…” He’d better not make a single sound; you don’t want to hear him. With a loud noise, you drop everything to the ground. Your eyes are returning to their beautiful green color he loved so much when you two were kids.

  “<Y/N>…” he whispers “I didn’t mean to…”  

   “Do not address me so informal, General. We are not children anymore.”  He leans forward like he wants to say something again, then he regains his posture. He avoids your piercing gaze, so you turn around and exit the quarters.

    You’re back at the Base. Kylo is still in the medical ward and he will probably not gain consciousness for another day. You just sit on the side of his bed, watching his chest slowly going up and down, thinking what to do next. Miran is sitting down in the furthest corner of the room, as far away from his father as possible. You know what happened shocked him, Kylo never did that before. You sign him to come to you. He hesitates for a moment, but comes anyway.

     “Are you doing ok?” You look so concerned with your teary eyes that he doesn’t have the heart to tell you he’s not. “I’m doing fine, mom, don’t worry.” You know he’s not telling the truth, you can read his mind. That makes you even sadder. He shouldn’t be afraid of his own father. “Miran, you should sleep, I’ll stay here with him”. He nods in approval and lies down on the small couch by the bed. He must be exhausted because he falls asleep right away.

      Suddenly, you sense Kylo’s presence inside your mind; it’s more like an echo, incoherent and faded. You don’t understand the meaning of it, but it feels like regret. Is he having a nightmare again? You just hear a clear thought:” I’m sorry…”, then it vanishes in the background of your consciousness. You cover your mouth with your left hand, trying to silence your uncontrollable sobbing. A gentle, invisible embrace… It’s him; he’s trying to reach to you. You lean over his face and gently kiss him. “I’m here” you whisper in his ear. “I’m always here.”

      Later that night, you finally decide to get some rest and sneak on the couch where Miran sleeps. You hold him close to you as you drift into his mind. You can hear the call of light; you can see the silvery, silky threads attached to him. It feels good. You like it-such a warm, soothing sensation, nothing like the dark side you belong to now. Sometimes, you almost forget you were once on the other side. It’s been years… 12 maybe? More like 15… You didn’t regret anything, not really. You loved Kylo more than yourself, that’s why you’ve made your decision and killed the light inside of you so you can be with him. You were loyal to the Empire, but Miran was your son, you would die before you harm him. His father was too blinded by his own ambition, his demons too strong. You know you have to do something to protect both of them. This could NEVER end like it did between Ben and Han Solo. You won’t allow it.

Also read: The Darkness