“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
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
“Well, I never know with you…” you mumbled to
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
"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.”
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).
Anger– “WHAT THE MOTHER FUCKING FUCK DOES HE THINK HE IS DOING!?”
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.”
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
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.
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
“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
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
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
“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
“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
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
“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.”
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
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
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.
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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.
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.
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?”
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
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? …
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.
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”.
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…”
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.
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
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.