BEGIN AGAIN - I.

BEGIN AGAIN —- i.

summary: after the events of the rise of skywalker, ben solo and rey of jakku make work on gathering and training the next generation of jedi on the planet of ajan kloss. you are a force-user from tattooine. there are two things you’re sure of: there’s much work to do, and you do not like jedi master ben solo. pairing: jedi master!ben solo x jedi!reader word count: 1.6k a/n: this is an au and does contain some spoilers for tros. anyways, i’ve been chipping away at this for a few days now – merry christmas if you celebrate! if not, happy holidays! here’s my little gift to you.

If someone had asked you where you saw yourself in a year, you wouldn’t have answered, “on Ajan Kloss, of course, running the jungle training course blindfolded, being nipped in the heels by blaster fire from a rusted out JTR-47 droid”.

Certainly, you wouldn’t have explained that you, and many others, were a part of the first class of Jedi to be trained by the legendary Jedi Master Rey of Jakku and Ben Solo-Organa, ex-Sith lord and one of the last Skywalker’s.

But, here you are.

After all, everything changed on Exegol.

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cyberslut | myg sm au

banner by: @dee-ehn

🖇 synopsis:

— he has no idea who you are… up front, you’re sweet and innocent - but in reality you’re the exact opposite. running your own nsfw account, where your favorite topic is his hands.

[ cyberslut: a person who will act openly sexual on the internet, yet in real life will act prudent and contained. ]

pairing: jock(fuckboi)!yoongi x nerdy(virgin)!reader

fic type: social media au

side ships: (platonic…) vmin.

genre: smut!! college au, secret identity, tutoring au, slight themes of infidelity…

warnings: yoongi and his friends are dicks :/ - yn is way too horny all of the time… there’s a lot of sexting… no full nudity.

*BYR: yn knows yoongi is the guy she’s posting abt… yoongi does not know abt yns acct (until he finds out). yoongi nd yn have never talked before the start of this fic.

status: completed!

A/N: timestamps make sense throughout the fic. if u want to be added to the tag list, send me an ask! + if you’ve asked to be on my permanent taglist, you do not need to ask to be added to this one !!

parts:

bonus drabbles…

prologue: homeroom hottie

character profiles: yn, her alter ego, nd besties

character profiles: yoongi nd the boyz

part one: invasion of privacy

part two: private sessions

part three: pretty prints

part four: went viral

part five: malleable substances

part six: fellow fish nerd

part seven: long night

bonus: fuck me

part eight: fucking prude

part nine: under the bleachers

part ten: buzzer beater

part eleven: mentally fucking

part twelve: deductive reasoning

bonus: turn the page

part thirteen: teachers pet

part fourteen: surprise me

part fifteen: emotion sex

part sixteen: sexy mermaid

part seventeen: not finished

time jump: untapped ass

part eighteen: give a fuck

part nineteen: not dating

part twenty: away game

part twenty-one: at your pace

bonus: nervous and excited

part twenty-two: petal

part twenty-three: too messy

part twenty-four: drunk yoongi

part twenty-five: being stupid

part twenty-six: superior couple

part twenty-seven: iconic parties

part twenty-eight: twenty minutes

part twenty-nine: risk it

part thirty: reformed fuckboy

part thirty-one: nice change

part thirty-two: public event

part thirty-three: bars and clubs 

epilogue: on purpose

epilogue: fucking nerd

end

true confessions

summary—perhaps agreeing to participate in a game on national television whose sole purpose is to get its hands onto someone’s private life — while actively hiding your relationship with Fallon’s other guest — wasn’t the brightest of ideas.

pairing—actor!bucky x actress!reader

word count—2.1k

warnings—suggestive-ish themes.

author’s note—i binged a couple of fallon’s “true confessions” interview games during zoom and here we are. please note that my portrayal of j*mmy f*llon is better than he will ever be dear god. ps – feel free to contribute in twt usernames i can possibly use because holy fuck those i came up with might be the worst things ive ever typed on this site. disclaimer!! any similarities to someone’s @ is completely unintentional!

masterlist / my inbox / ao3

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Beauty is pain, so they say. And indeed, they know what they’re talking about.

The fabric of her velvet, dark lilac jumpsuit rubs against the inside of her thighs irritably, yet it’s nothing she can’t endure. The click, click click of her heels tapping on the marble floor echoes around the buzzing with energy backstage area as she awaits for her cue, shifting her toes inside the restricting footwear. Fallon’s characteristic voice steadily rises in tempo and pitch as he introduces his second player and guest for the elaborate game, having introduced her co-star, James… Bucky, a few moments before. The backstage crew swiftly motions her to have a seat on a chair in which she will be rolling in the camera frame with, and roll she does.

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how does levi love or show he cares :) ?

author note :: ok this was very nice to write thank you for requesting it :-)

“watch your step, be careful.” – levi always has a hand close to your waist when he feels comfortable and senses that the two of you are away from invading stares

“have half.” – he’ll offer you part of his meal purely because he feels he should check in on you, he doesn’t ask in a sweet way or anything just a simple “want a bite?” or “eat.” but it means a lot

“got your gear on correctly?” – levi’s hands travel to your straps shoving a finger underneath to test whether or not you’ve tightened your harness appropriately. it’s become a habit for him to check, he likes to reassure himself that you’re safe and secure

“get some sleep.” – he knows how it feels to suffer with three hours or less, most of the time he struggles to even reach two hours. the least he thinks he can do is make sure you’re sleeping soundly

“dear.” – levi murmurs the term of endearment under his breathe as he holds your shaky hands after particularly gut wrenching expeditions. you don’t know why but it makes you feel better even if it’s just for a moment.

“i love you.” – only ever saved for the rarest of occasions. he whispers it into your hair when he believes you aren’t awake. you’ve been lucky enough to catch him in the act twice.

levi loves and cares for you quietly, he won’t spare you a glance as he hands you water, nor will he look at you when you’re hungry. he’ll simply slip some more food onto your plate wordlessly.

he gets worked up when your safety is at risk. when you make mistakes during training you often get a harsh warning but one day after a difficult training session filled with stumbling and tripping, levi loses it.

at first you’re irked, you’re covered in sweat and you want to shower but then you happen to notice the way his eyes glaze over as he speaks

“if you died do you have any idea what would happen?” his fingers dig into the flesh of your shoulders sorely

wincing a little you squirm under his grasp. soon after he realises what he’s doing and takes a step back.

levi retreats almost immediately, doesn’t say a word after that and coops himself up in his office for the next two days

he’s always been avoidant with relationship issues but you know he needs his own time to reflect and come around to a conclusion

at the end of the second day he knocks on your bedroom door without any pauses. as soon as the door is flung open he practically falls right into your shoulders. you think he might cry but all he does is groan.

“if you died everything would go to shit.”

fingers lacing into his scalp and massaging his head you will him into taking it easy. he eventually finds it in him to sigh again without sounding as stressed as before

it’s always been like that. he’s always been first to make amends with you. not because you’re unwilling to apologize but because you know he needs his space

“levi, i know why you worry. don’t say sorry.” your reassurance elicits yet another shaky yet relieved breath.

“thank you.” levi rarely says i love you. thank you happens to be his substitute for when he knows you’re listening but you’re okay with it. he only cares and loves those he’s thankful for.

you aren’t bothered if he doesn’t say i love you out loud. you still happen to remember his deeper professions of love during the nights where he foolishly assumes you’ve slept.

you feel the most loved when he holds onto you tighter, restlessly. it feels like he worries your duvet will eat you up whole and steal you away from him.

all of his daily gestures of affection which may seem unnoticeable to others keep you going

and to be honest you think those gestures are worth much more than the words that accompany them

the subtle way his eyes automatically lookout for your figure in a crowd, to the way he holds your hand under the dinner table not wanting others to notice and interfere

he wants to share his vulnerable moments with you and that specific action where he hands you all of his trust means the most

levi’s actions over words policy is most definitely the key to your heart :-)

Finn 🤝 Poe

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