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#-pretty chill with ocs but its just a worry of mine that's always in the back of my head no matter the fandom
inkmonster21 · 29 days
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Darkness
Bane x OC
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Part 2
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On this evening, I sat at the bar with John. He ran the common serious talk. “Come on, you hate living alone. You complain about it all the time.” I run my fingers down the stem of my wine glass. “That’s not the point, John.” He slumps in his seat. “You keep me stringing along. It’s been 9 years, Lily. I think we’re serious enough.” I get out cash, closing the tab. I stand out of the bar stool gathering my belongings. “I’m not ready to be a wife yet, John.” He sighs in defeat. “It’s always the same answer.” I kiss his cheek after I finish putting my jacket on. “Well, stop having the conversation if you don’t like the outcome. Things are great just the way they are. I don’t want to mess it up.”
John doesn’t hide the smitten smile on his lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow, (y/n).” I wave my fingers at him as I exit the door. “Bye, John.” I liked John. I did. I was pretty sure I loved him. He was sweet and very concerned about my well-being. I should marry him. He was stable and a positive influence in my life. However, I can’t bring myself to say yes to him. I craved more than this life. I wanted pure passion, true love, and a fire in my chest. It was silly to dream of such things in a world like this, living in a place like Gotham City, but oh did I dream.
It had been long enough now that the majority of the city had forgone my past. That or they just have bigger fish to be worried about.
The night sky of Gotham was calm. I still hadn’t gotten used to the quietness of the city. It was on the way to becoming clean.
As I near my vehicle, an ominous chill raked its way up my spine. The shuffling of feet brought my attention to the alleyway. I furrow my brow. “Hey.” A man shouts from the dark. I ignore him and continue to fumble with my keys. “I’m talking to you.” As I said, the city was on its way. As I go to open my door, the man shuts it, moving in front of me. “I know you.” I shake my head, trying to move around him. “I don’t think so.” He grabs my upper arms and pushes me down onto the hood of the car. He places a knife on my neck. “You’re that rich bitch. Bashed her daddy’s brains in.” I struggle in his grip. “I’m going to have some fun with you.” He tosses my keys away and rips my shirt revealing my bra.
He is suddenly ripped away from my body with an unnatural force. His body lay on the street, neck snapped. I stand on the pavement in shock, fumbling with the torn pieces of my blouse. Deep breathing sounds from the dark. I turn around and see nothing. I bend down, retrieving my keys with hast. “This fucking City.”
Turning around I knock into a large being. As I fall, a large hand wraps around my waist preventing me from taking a tumble. I struggle to see the face of my protector. However, the hold this stranger has upon my waist feels warm.
I look up at his daring orbs. He stares into mine, staring into my soul. I feel myself fall into the black of his eyes. This man stared at me like an animal staring at its prey, and I was willingly allowing him to. I couldn’t deny him. His strength showed in the bulk of his muscles. What caught my interest was the contraption strapped upon his face. However, he was intimidating and dangerous. I couldn’t help myself from studying this man. His eyes showed curiosity. I placed my hand on his cheek, drawn to his frame. He removed my hand as if I burned him. “Is it you?” His voice came as another shock. “Me?” He retreats his hand from my body. The warmth was gone, leaving my body in disarray. He backs away into the shadows, and against my better judgment I take a step forward, but he is gone. Did he know me? It felt like he did.
I couldn’t stop thinking about him, about his hand wrapped around my waist. I lay in the large bed. The late hours of the night creeping up. I lay there, the sheets feeling cold for the first time. It’s like I’ve been in a coma and I’m finally waking up. Every sensation heightened in my body. Who was he? Why did he have this effect on me? Like a cord, I could feel myself being pulled to an unknown destination. That night I constantly tossed and turned, tangling the sheets. Unresting, the only thing my mind could achieve was thoughts of the masked man.
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Just Witchy Stuff (Nameless Poly!Ghouls x OC) Part 4
Summary: As a witch, Ollie lives a quiet life. While most people find her stingy or eccentric in her beliefs and superstitions her presence is well known around the town as that 'witch' at the corner with her little witchy shop. But unlike what people think she has been around a very long time - never staying too long in one town for them to realize she never seems to age. Because of her moving around she wracks up a lot of favors. What she didn't expect was for one of her old favors to show up at her doorstep. This is her adventure!
AN: Ollie is an old OC of mine based on a lot of myself that shows a glimpse of the writer behind the writings :) Enjoy!
Pairing: Nameless Ghouls Poly x OC
My Workshop
Part 3
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[With Mountain]
He worried he wouldn't make it in time. Ollie hadn't given Mountain instructions on where to find Moss. Only that she was needed for 'the mirror' and that Moss knew what that meant. But from his previous interactions with the Fae she had mentioned she enjoyed most of her time at the antique store that she worked at. But would she be there? It was awful late and Mountain knew little of the habits of non-hellish creatures besides humans.
The streets were empty and the cool air chilled the sweat that clung to his black shirt cooling him off but making him feel icky at the same time as it stuck to his skin - it was fine though. His packmate was in danger to himself and to others...and he would never forgive himself if he took too long to find the fae; to return with her only to find Ollie dead.
The very idea stung his heart more than he cared to admit. He refused to find anything but admiration for the witch but he could not deny deep down that perhaps the admiration was something more than it seemed. Her knowledge of herbology intrigued him and he wanted to see another day that he could drag her away from her store to show her all the wonders of the garden he kept pristine and flourishing in Primo's garden back at the Abbey.
His packmates too felt the pull that little witch seemed to not realize was so evident among them. Was it her magic that called to them, her beauty, or maybe the depth of the mystery of boundless knowledge that swam in her gaze? He was afraid to find out. He was more afraid of not having the chance to find out.
So he searched; racing with an inhuman speed he did not use often towards the old-looking window store a block away from Ollie's shop. The windows were dark and the door was locked with the 'closed' sign displayed on the window of the door. He should have figured out as much since it was so early in the morning. Did the Fae live here like Ollie lived in her store or did she live elsewhere? Should he find a way in and find out?
He paced around the shop trying to find a window or a door he could get through. There was a back door but it was locked tight and beside the front window there were no other windows to go through. He was stumped and his tail lashed in frustration. He normally never lost his cool - always prided himself on being the calmest and most rational of his pack mates but this was an emergency. He didn't have the luxury of time!
"Mountain? What a surprise." a light voice spoke up from behind him and he spun feeling his hackles raise.
He was greeted with the smaller form of the fae he had been searching for; her attire was casual in a pretty floor-length floral dress, cardigan, and flats despite the chill of October - the weather seemed to not affect her in the least as it idly picked up a few strays of her pale purple locks to float in front of her far too green eyes.
"Moss." he forced his body to relax from its position of guard but he still felt the tension in his shoulders as he tipped his head at her in greetings.
Moss tilted her head back at him as she watched him curiously. "What is it? What is the matter?" she asked softly in the same proper and polite voice he had come to associate with her regal demeanor despite her down to earth girl look she was giving off at first glance.
She was too sweet. Too kind. Too oblivious to what chaos he had seen not hours before; or perhaps she wasn't. What did he know about the Faes anyway? Nothing but if she was friends with the chaotic witch then she must not be as innocent as she portrays herself to be. Still, Mountain had come on a mission and he would not fail Ollie.
"There's no real time to explain. Ollie needs the mirror." he stated firmly.
At the mention of the mirror her brows furrowed and her posture changed; there was a tension about her now - a seriousness as she registered his words.
"How bad are we talking?"
Mountain grunted and looked back at her shop. "Ollie's in trouble. Dewdrop's in trouble. She asked for the mirror and for Evangeline."
This seemed to spur her into motion as she gave a curt nod and pulled out her keys swiftly from her purse. "I was afraid of that. It is not often she needs us. But when she does; it's bad. Come. The mirror is inside. Have you found Evangaline yet?" she asked as she unlocked the door and swiftly entered.
Unlike Ollie's shop, the antique store was filled to the brim with all sorts of items. From old trinkets to furniture. Old dolls and vases. Shelves of old dusty books and things that any other normal person would have thought were junk. But Moss knew her way around the store like it was the back of her hand. Allowing him entry after her as she swept through on quick feet towards the back of the store to the register where she snuck behind and knelt to open a cabinet with another key that hung from her neck.
"Rain went to go find her." Mountain finally said as he peered over the countertop to watch as the Fae unlocked the cabinet and withdrew a wooden chest.
But instead of using another key to open the chest she withdrew the brooch that she had pinned into her hair and unclasped it until the needle point was pulled from its clasp. She pricked her finger until a drop of blood gathered at the tip which she then pressed against the emblem that should have held a keyhole. It opened after a few seconds and from within she grasped an ordinary-looking hand mirror. It was gold but the polish was chipping away and the mirror was cracked. It was old - much older than anything else in this store by the looks of it.
She rose and placed it in her bag instead of giving it to him. At Mountain's disgruntled noise of confusion, she faced him with a firm expression on her face.
"This item is far too precious to allow in just anyone's hands, I'm afraid. I'm coming with you."
The tall ghoul shook his head quickly. "Too dangerous."
Moss placed a hand on her hip and took a step forward. "That wasn't a question Mountain. If Ollie is asking for her items that means she also needs us. She can't do this without us and knowing her....if she's asking for her artifacts...she's not strong enough to banish this threat alone."
She brushed past him quickly and headed for the door. "Come on! We don't have much time."
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[With Rain]
How do you find someone who you never met before? Any normal person wouldn't be able to without some serious help. But Rain had a name and a location; that was good enough for him. His only concern was the fact that it was so early in the morning. The sky was starting to lighten with the coming sun and that meant people would be on the streets soon. He had to get to this Pixie quickly for Ollie's sake.
But was it for Ollie's sake or for Dew's? Both were in danger right now. Whatever creature Papa had summoned was dangerous. More than just some mishap mistake of summoning the wrong kind of demon. Whatever this Vinashesk creature was it was not something Rain had ever heard of. Not even when he was down in hell himself. This supernatural demon was dangerous and it was something Ollie feared.
He did not know much about the human witch but he had seen the way his packmates reacted to her presence; how Mountain seemed instantly intrigued by her, how Swiss couldn't seem to take his gaze from her - how Aether seemed overly protective of the area she was in...how Dewdrop seemed to study her in a way the water ghoul hadn't seen him interested in another thing; except maybe his guitar. He had felt it too even when he hadn't interacted with her much. She had a certain calm energy among the chaoticness of her aura that reminded him of a safe place. A form of light in her that came with knowledge and unknown mystery that his curious personality could not quite detach himself from. She had done so much to help them already...to help Dewdrop that he wouldn't allow himself the thought that he could lose her. He wanted to get to know her better and see what kind of stories she had to tell.
And so he searched. He followed the path back toward Ollie's shop. Catching a scent of Mountain on the way as well along the floral he'd come to recognize as Moss - Ollie's friend they had briefly met. But he passed the shops and went further still until he stopped at the sign that read 'Pixie's Reads.'
A cute name befitting the pixie herself no doubt. But the bookstore was closed; obviously and he didn't know if he should look around. Feeling jittery and lost he scanned the front of the building. It looked old - well-aged with time but well-loved if the decor had anything to say about it. But there was a light in the interior he could make out in the windows up front so he knocked on the wooden door. Well, actually he banged more like it. Scared that he was wasting precious time and not willing to risk time he did not have.
He banged once and when there was no answer he banged again, and then again for good measure. Inwardly begging that the aforementioned Pixie was inside the book store. When he was beginning to panic thinking perhaps it was just a light left on before she had gone home that night the door unlocked and swung open.
Rain was stunned for a moment as he stared down at the figure standing in the doorway. She was small, smaller than even Dew with warm bronzed skin and big doe-like brown eyes peeking up at him from under thick lashes. Not black...but green. Frosty green fucking lashes that matched the pretty green of her hair and peaking from the thick waves of her hair were two pointed elf ears that had little flower earrings dangling from the tips. Her button nose speckled with snowy white freckles like the backside of a baby fawn wrinkled up a bit as she pouted with full lips while she assessed the masked figure on her doorstep.
"Well, sugar, I'm sorry but I think you got Halloween night a few days early." her voice was a gentle southern drawl as she cocked a hip against the doorframe and clasped her dainty hands together in front of her.
"Are yer lost?"
Rain blinked and shook his head quickly before clearing his throat trying to find his voice. She was too cute and sweet that it literally caught him off guard for a moment.
"I'm sorry to bother you. Evangline. But Ollie sent me...she's in trouble and she needs her black grimoire."
This big brown doe eyes widened impossibly bigger and her lips parted in surprise before they suddenly narrowed and she squinted up at him.
"How do I know yer aint tryin' fool me?" she demanded placing her hands on her hips like a scolding mother. "Aint nobody supposed to know about her grimoire now."
Rain fidgeted with his hands. "We don't have much time. Please. I can explain on the way! But she's in danger...my packmate is in danger and Ollie needs her grimoire!"
Evangeline huffed and crossed her arms. "That's all yah got, honey? Please, do yah know how many demons come knocking on my door asking for a witch's artifact pretending they need it for good?! Aint nobody trusts a demon who claims to be up to good."
Rain blew out a breath and he slammed his hands against either side of the doorframe - his body bent looming over the tiny creature in front of him as he bore down at her with his silvery baby blues from behind his mask.
"Please!" Rain sighed hanging his head. "She needs it to help with the Vinashesk."
The pixie jolted backward as if that word alone was more scary than his sudden aggressiveness. Her eyes widened like saucers and she shook her head quickly as she clasped a hand to her heart.
"The Vinashesk? What in heaven's name got her tangled up with one of them creatures?!" she demanded breathlessly.
"It's a long story...will you help?"
"Of course I'll help! Ollie is one of my closest friends! No fae creature alive would deny that gurl!" she huffed while spinning on her heel and rushing back into the darkness of her bookshop.
Rain was left hanging at the door peering into the darkness as he watched her scramble for something inside of a locked chest behind the counter. He couldn't see her opening it because her slight frame was in the way but he wasn't left for long as she was quick on her feet to race back to him with a bundle wrapped in a brown cloth clutched tightly in her hands.
"Come on now! Ollie needs us!" the pixie demanded as she ducked beneath his arms and was racing down the street before the demonic creature could even move.
[At the Abbey]
Copia watched anxiously from the window as the sun began to shine. The curtains were still drawn tight though besides the small sliver he had pulled back to watch the corridors beyond. Any light beside a candle made Dew go into an absolute frenzy. But currently, he was calm; well as calm as he could be. According to Swiss and Aether the fire ghoul was currently rocking back and forth in the corner of his room having some sort of internal breakdown as he coped; the room he had trashed to bits in minutes after Ollie had been dragged out of it. The multi-ghoul had to grab Dew's precious instruments before he had a chance to destroy those too and regret it later when he was back to normal.
Copia had returned back to the ghoul den with some food and fresh clothing he'd borrowed from one of the sisters for Ollie to change into when he'd watched as Aether dragged the girl out of the hazard zone and back into the anxious tense atmosphere of the common room where the ghoulettes were currently making the witch as comfortable as they could.
Sunshine had bathed the girl to the best of her abilities in the current state the human was in with some wet towels to clean up the blood and used Mountain's stash of ointments to bind her wounds while Cumuls and Cirrus helped redress her into clothes that were not torn and blooded; making sure she was comfortable in her comatose state. Yes, a comatose state.
According to Aether, Copia had been informed, that Ollie had hashed out a plan to retract her from Dewdrop's clutches and inform him of what had happened. The fresh bite mark on her shoulder was a nasty bit and his only fear was that whatever poison the hellish creature had gotten Dew had poisoned Ollie as well. But there were no signs at all of distress from the knocked-out woman.
"She's going to be alright...won't she, Papa?" Sunshine asked looking up at the man with worried yellow eyes.
"Of course, tesero! Ollie is a strong witch. She has faced worse I'm sure...she knows what she's doing." but did she? Did Copia believe it? He had to for everybody's sake - especially Ollie's.
Sister Imperator had been breathing down his neck wondering what all the fuss was. Wondering what was wrong with the fire ghoul. Their tour was coming up soon and instead of practicing as they should be. One ghoul was out of commission and the others refused to make a replacement so that practice could continue. Even Copia threw the tour out the window in favor of this chaos. If there was one thing Sister Imperator hated it was a change of unwelcoming plans. Of her schedule and expectations being thrown off the rail like a speeding out-of-control train.
"Is Mountain and Rain back yet?" Aether asked looking up from where he sat silently on the couch. Ollie's head resting comfortably on his lap as he eased more of his quintessence into her to keep her stabilized.
"I don't see signs of them yet but I'm sure-"
The door burst open with the mixed scent of the familiar ghouls and two unfamiliar females. Mountain and Rain ushered their respective tasks inside before locking the door behind them.
Moss and Evangaline took in the scene around them with equal parts concern and wariness before their eyes fell on the pale woman lying in a ghoul's lap.
"Oh, sweetheart." Evangeline rushed forward and knelt by the woman's side and took her cold hand. "What have yah gotten yerself into?"
Moss braced herself at the back of the couch staring down at the unusually pale and sunken face of her friend and her features deepened into a frown.
"She isn't going to be much use if she's a husk." she commented receiving a disapproving glare from the pixie on the floor.
"So do something and restore her energy!" she quipped back.
"In a minute." Moss turned her back to them and instead addressed Copia. "I've been informed that you had summoned a Vinashesk, and that it started all of this?" she waved her hands around the room.
"Si si...." Copia looked awkwardly at the floor so that he didn't have the meet the disapproving glare of the Fae staring him down.
"Is it contained?"
"Si...we sent it back already...this is us...it had gotten to one of our ghouls beforehand."
Moss pinched the bridge of her nose. "And do you know what a Vinashesk is?"
a group of silent head shakes all around causing another upheaval of frustration of the Fae as she brushed her hair back from her face and turned to look at everybody else.
"A Vinashesk is an energy feeder. Similar to Banshees. While Banshees don't take victims they do cipher the grief and sadness of those they warn of their or their loved ones impending demise. A Vinashesk is a curropted form of a banshee...They are like..." she waved her hands around trying to find words to describe them when Evangeline piped up.
"They are the residue husk of what a vanquished banshee is. Banshees are spirits you see but even spirits and ghosts are able to be vanquished. They are simply souls who passed tragically unable to move on and eventually become Harolds of mourning and grief. If a banshee is vanquished without fulfilling it's basic human desire that tethers them to the astral plain they decay...and turn into a Vinashesk. Those nasty buggers are energy feeders. They feed off of the auras and energies of any living creature - A witch is...my," the pixie shook her head flustered.
"A witch is the golden ticket to return topside." Moss muttered crossing her arms.
"That's what Dew was doing then? he was feeding off of her magic? But why? He's already a demon." Rain shook his head in confusion.
"Because it's the will of the Vinashesk. They're decaying spirits. Desperate and hungry. Always so hungry. If they do not feed on substantial energy or magic they literally just....fade away and die. Every spirit or soul wants to live and with a vengeful entity like a Vinashesk they want nothing more." Moss explained looking down at Ollie with a troubled look.
The room fell into silence until Aether finally spoke up. "So are you telling us that...Dewdrop is turning into one of them? Because of the poison that thing injected him with?"
"I'm afraid so honey. They use poison they contain in their claws to the bloodstream like spores. Decaying and twisting the mind of its host until there is nothing left but the mind and instinct of a Vinashesk in the body of someone you may have once known ." Evangaline murmured almost apologetically.
"So what do we do? We can't lose Dew...or Ollie." Mountain stated from his position by the door.
"Oh, yah won't lose them, honey. That's why Ollie sent yah for us! She's been around such a long time..she has a trick or two up her sleeve." Evangeline smiled warmly up at the giant before she grabbed the cloth-wrapped book she'd left on the floor upon entry.
"What's that?" Sunshine asked peering over at the bundle.
The pixie unraveled the bundle to reveal an old tattered black leather journal just as Moss grabbed the cracked mirror from her purse.
"These, these are Ollie's secret weapons."
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Part 5 The End
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My childhood memories are never been forgotten because at that moment we feel like i dont like to grow up but that life we didnt get to young but that memories is in my heart forever,And growing up is another mission us to face we need to learn,grow,and be open to our self to accept challenges to come.
Hi I'm Helary Genobiagon 17 years old i live in lo-oc locatha llc, my childhood memories is traumatizing at the same time fun. i dont like my brother and i always teasing him or joking around him, but at the time i slowly love him as my brother. we became so close every afternoon were going out at our backyard because were playing sand and hide and seek.I like going to school because i have many friends there and i can play anytime and to learn, When im gr 2 were going to a small island to celebrate fiesta and i enjoy the time because i didnt got another chance to swim in the beach everyday,but that place is leave at me a bad trauma.
When were about to go home im not feeling my best,my body is so heavy and headache i want my mom to carry me because i cant handle the pain,and we got home i have a high fever but my mom didnt worry because maybe its just a normal fever that gone after a week but 2 weeks after i have still my fever so my lolo and lola but panicked,my lolo immediately borrowed a jeep to take me to hostipal and while driving my mom told me that i dont a pulse anymore like im about to die but my lolo was so panicked and worried about me so he drive so fast as he could,then when we arrived at hospital the doctors got angry to my parents because why did they take so long to take me to the hospital if my lolo didnt bring me immediately i could die, i got my second life thanks to my hero,i couldnt stop saying thank you to my lolo he save my life he was my hero since that day.
When im gr 3 this is the day i didnt forget my in whole life my father got a call from my lola saying that my lolo got to the hospital because he was like chilling outside while laying at the duyan and my lola got confused because my lolo is so quite and then she saw my lolo is touching his heart like he couldnt breathe and she immdiately call a ambulance then the nxt day my whole family my aunties,uncles,cousins are going to hospital then when we arrived my lola go inside at the hospital because were not allowed to go inside, then an hours after my lola came back and shes crying then at that very moment i just realized that my hero,my lolo past away she didnt get a chance to say that my lolo past away,after we sa her crying we ended up all crying.
Every third sunday of january were going to cebu to celebrate sinulog wth my father side i have a lot of experience try new food,buy anything ,and got a chance to see an a celebrity and the traditional dance of sinulog
When you grow older you're mind is full of couriosity and question about life,and when you experience things that you didnt experience when you're a child you can say that im growing a d im not a child anymore,that when i got my period in gr 6,i like im 11 years old or around 12,were sleeping and i need to get up because i need to go to the cr and theres something got my attention when i look to my underwear and i see blood and i panicked i look to the bowl and all over the bowl gcover wth blood and i shouted and my mom got scared and ran into the cr and she laugh when she saw my underwear,she immediately said the rituals if you're having your first period and then after a month i dont have any interest going outside and play around my friends ,i just want to stay inside our house watching tv
I realized that were not going to have a same feelings,thoughts,and interest like were at the young age because i started doing some makeup² making my self pretty and girly stuff ,i have my taste of style and i got my first crush at gr 7 like i literaly stalking him and always admiring him because were roommates his room is beside mine and every breaktime i always go to his room and give him a snack then i admiring him until gr 8 but my feelings for him is faded and gone, and theirs someone have a feelings for me but it is she,she always gives me snack,flowers,chocolate, and that the time i questioned my sexuality or identity because i have something sparks feelings about her but i didnt show to her because i confused about my feelings to after how many months she ask me can i be her girlfriend and i answered yes but we didnt have a serious rs its like a puppy love.
Gr 9 thats when pandemic and my parents seperated its hard to have a broken family, my parents always arguing about financial and they decided to ended up because their not happy to each other anymore and if their going to stay together were like pretending a happy family even though were not,i always jealous to my friend or other family their truly happy even at their lowest point and complete but i nvr get mad or upset to both of them i support their decision and im still thankful because even they seperated their always at my back and now they okay nothing hard feelings to each other.
So my father went to his home town and i always visited him,because im at my mother house and as i always visited him i get closer to my auties, relatives,uncles because i didnt grow there and they didnt see me often,they treating me so so well like a princess and i make many new friends there and i have meet someone that hook my heart,she's is a friend of my friends she introduced me to her and as i always go to my fathers place i always hang out with them specially wth her because shes my fathers neighbor so we can hang out anytime until i fall inlove wth her but i didnt knew that she fell inlove wth me first but she didnt confess her feelings wth me but she confess her feelings to me to our friends and i confess my feelings too to our same friend and after we know that were fell inlove wth eachother she courted me twice and the last i said yes
We're still dating now, she always supporting me cheering and comforting me, she loved me without judgement in her eyes and she accept me for who i am even though im not perfect and i know nobodys perfect but she accepts me complety ,that's how i am, i accept her completely and only now have i experienced being loved like this and i dont need to pretend that im happy because im actually happy wth her,even though thre are many people who object to our relationship because were the same women, i dont listen anymore because i let my feeling exist more because their is no type or form of love,their is no choice of people if you love you love,so if you love someone and you are afraid to fight,fight them because dont rely on people who interfere in your life,you know yourself better than others.
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cipherbunz · 3 years
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I wish I could talk about Heatwave more in-depth but Im nervous
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lubdubsworld · 3 years
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Akrasia.
Happy Birthday To the Golden Maknae.
Here’s a little treat in lieu of Jungkook’s 24th Birthday!!!
Canon Compliant. 
Jungkook x OC
Word Count : 10K. 
Genre : Mild Angst. ( Happy'Ending) Jungkook X OC
Akrasia (noun) 
PHILOSOPHY    the state of mind in which someone acts against their better judgement through weakness of will.
 Getting involved with someone like Jungkook is a bad idea. Do you even realize who he is? How much he’s worth? He’s easily one of the richest men in the country . He’s loved by everyone.
I wrapped the coat around myself, tighter. Everything that Lee Jiae had said was true. She was a popular idol . Someone who would actually make a good match for the Jeon Jungkook.
But even Jiae balked at the idea of going anywhere near someone like him.
Career suicide, she had said firmly. That would be career suicide, Areum. He has fangirls from all over the world. Billions of them. They will dig so deep into my past, find the most innocent of things and twist and turn it and the next thing I know, I’m being kicked out of my band, out of the company and on the streets. I don’t want that. And neither should you.
I shivered a bit. No, I thought honestly. I didn’t want that either. I was far from successful, just an up and coming soloist , with a very very niche fanbase. I did sell a lot of records and I made enough money to live comfortably but I was not a mainstream celebrity. I didn’t register on people’s radar because I stayed far away from the spotlight.
There was something about social media that made it a terrifying thing to me. It was so abstract and unreal and yet…it seemed almost like a sentient being.
A powerful sentient being that could potentially destroy my whole life.
It scared me.
And while Jungkook and BTS had conquered that particular monster, had leashed and saddled the beast and made it their own personal pet…. I didn’t want anything to do with that.
I don’t want that, I told myself firmly. I really don’t want that. I want to stay this way… make music I love… read the few dozen fan handwritten fan letters I received everyday, make the occasional appearance on a magazine cover and then just quietly retreat into my studio. I want this. And if I go anywhere near Jeon Jungkook, I’ll lose this. I’ll lose all of this.
My phone buzzed and I jumped, glancing around nervously. The late October wind was cold but not biting. Winter would come but not for a while. And yet my skin chilled in apprehension. I always felt guilty, picking up one of his calls in public. It felt like I was being watched, like everyone could hear me, on the phone …Could hear who I was talking to.
“Hello.” I whispered nervously, eyes flitting around to find a secluded spot in the park. It was early in the morning, still an hour away from sunrise and I quickly hopped over a small hedgerow and moved into a wooded area, away from the main path that had the occasional cyclist or jogger.
“You didn’t come.” His voice was honey, the way it dripped into my senses and made my breath catch. And yet it was the undercurrent of disappointment that tugged at my heart. Made guilt churn inside me in rapid little currents.
“Yes. Sorry.” I said quietly, picking my way past a few bushes to a bench a little way into the woods. It was rusty and damp because no one came here , and the darkness was absolute, only faintly broken by the dim glow of the streetlights hundred yards away. I settled into the bench nonetheless.
“Areum…. Don’t do this to me.” Jungkook said brokenly and I exhaled.
“I’m not doing anything. I’m being smart. And you should be too. You’re romanticizing something that was just…it was just a conversation. We had a conversation . That’s all that happened.” I said desperately. It was something I’d told myself over an over, these past few weeks. Weeks of avoiding his texts, of ignoring his calls.
Calls from his hyungdeul.
That had given me a whole heart attack.
“You’re just going to ignore me then? Toss my feelings away like they don’t matter?” He asked quietly and my heart clenched.
“You …” I shook my head.” You need to understand something. I’m not going to do this. I can’t afford to. I told you already Jungkook…we spent one evening talking..that’s it…we’re not dating..we don’t know each other well enough for you to be saying that you have feelings for me-“
“And I told you I don’t fucking care. “ He said sharply. “ One day… One hour…who cares? I believe in soulmates. Call me foolish and dumb but I do and when I saw you I felt that. And I know you felt it too.”
My mind flashed back to that evening. It was a private birthday party for a mutual friend. Barely a dozen of us had attended and Jungkook had been sneaking glances at me all evening, completely oblivious to the ay every woman in the room had their gaze glued on him. The party hadn’t been my thing at all and I’d sneaked away to the private terrace, accessible only through a rickety old fire escape and to my utter shock he had followed me up there.
The stars had been exceptionally bright that night,  but with Jungkook sitting on the tiled roof next to me, gazing at me with all that adoration, his doe  eyes had seemed to hold more of them than the night sky.
“What do you want, Jungkook?” I asked quietly.
“I want you. I know you want me. We …we understand each other. I want the same things you do. Do you even fucking realize how rare that is? To find someone who shares the same thoughts, the same dreams as you do? Who looks at the world the way you do… I… I am not foolish enough to think that there’s another girl out there who could connect to me the way you do. You call that a conversation…just a conversation…. Did you forget what kind of a conversation it was?”
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Three weeks ago  
The party had barely started and I was already itching to run home. There was a particular song lyric , stuck in my head like a loop and I wanted to put it on paper as soon as possible. I had this thing where seeing something on print helped me to elaborate on an idea. Directed my train of thought in that particular direction if you willed.
Mingyu was walking around, talking to his friends and making them laugh with his witty banter but I didn’t miss the way he shot me little glances. I gave him a quick thumbs up though, to let him know I was okay. He was a childhood friend, one of the few people I’d stayed in touch with through the years. And of course, being in the same industry meant a lot of shared interests.
I moved to the side bar with the drinks and appetizers, ordering myself a diet coke before hopping onto one of the stools. I watched the dozen or so people here….His bandmates, some other idols. I recognized Yugyeom from GOT7. They were all dressed in dressy casuals : flashy shirts and tight jeans and racy little dresses and I felt out of place in my long jean skirt and tasseled leather jacket.
Sighing, I turned back to my drink when a commotion near the door made me look up.
I felt my eyes widen when I saw who it was.
The Jeon Jungkook. From BTS.
I stared at him as did pretty much every person in the room.  Jungkook was easily one of the most handsome men I’d ever seen in my life, tall and just…big. I stared at the broad shoulders, the huge arms and the taut line of his abdomen, tapering into a narrow waist and long, long legs with muscular thighs. He was wearing a black shirt, unbuttoned all the way to his chest and skinny blue jeans with black boots.
I smiled, genuinely awed. Jungkook looked every bit like the untouchable superstar he was and I considered that the party hadn’t been a waste after all. The chances of me running into someone like that in person were pretty slim.
Almost at once he was surrounded and I watched as his ears turned red, gaze shifting away and an almost soft shyness in the way he bowed politely . A hesitation to be put on the spot but also a need to stay polite , probably. Laughing a bit , I watched him some more and then his gaze lifted to mine. To my surprise, his eyes went wide in what was clearly recognition.
What.
I watched as he quickly bowed and said something to the people around him before picking his way to me. My entire body went taut with surprise.
“Lee Areum ssi…” He stuttered, eyes wide and I could only gape. “ I’m a huge fan.”
I blinked.
What.
What.
“You know who I am?” I asked , mildly horrified and he laughed nervously, shaking his head and rubbing the back of his palm across his nose before laughing a little.
“Your voice is just… something about your songs…they help me sleep when I’m too exhausted to relax.” He said softly and I felt warmth pool inside me.
“Too exhausted too sleep. That doesn’t sounf good...”
Jungkook chuckled.
“Its not. It usually happens when we’re preparing for a comeback. It different with concerts you know…we’re exhausted because we’ve been running around …singing…its all physical…mostly. And that’s easy to brush aside and sleep. But comebacks…there’s that nervousness. The worry that things may not be as good as they were. Constantly having to keep up to standards. “ He shook his head. “ it can get exhausting.”
It was something deep and oddly tragic and I was stunned that he’d shared something so… personal. To a literal stranger. But the urge to soothe..to comfort and reassure him in some way was over powering.
Instinctively, I leaned closer and lightly touched his forearm .
“But you are the standard, now, Jungkook ssi. What BTS has done, others can only dream of reaching. You’ve brought this….utopian idea that you can love yourself just the way you are… and that’s amazing. I understand the need to meet expectation but I think you’ve earned the right to sleep without being burdened by them.”
Jungkook didn’t reply, staring into my eyes and I felt my pulse kick up a notch, my eyes taking in the beautiful features and my throat went dry when his gaze dropped to where my fingers lightly brushed the soft fabric of his shirt sleeve.  
“Oppa…Let’s dance.” A shrill voice behind him made us both jump and I quickly pulled my hand away. Panicking, I turned away from him fully, ducking my head so my hair could cover my face. There was a dull roaring in my head, making it hard to hear what he was saying but a second later he moved away from the bar and I exhaled sharply.
Shaking I turned back to my drink.
Another twenty minutes of trying to avoid looking at Jungkook, I gave up. This wasn’t my kind of place at all and after a quick word with Mingyu, I moved to the small balcony in the side, desperate for some fresh air. But the moment I stepped out, my eyes fell on the rickety ladder like stairs, rusty and clearly a death trap. I quickly moved to the ledge and peered up at the roof. It was a little inclined but nothing dangerous. And there was a barricade that would break my fall, just in case I slipped.
Thrilled at the prospect of doing something that was both foolish and fancy free, I quickly, climbed on to the ladder, climbing all the way over to the top and throwing my legs over the iron railing before carefully walking overt to the center of the roof. Grinning to myself, I settled on the slightly damp tiles.
“You’re lucky the ladder didn’t break .” Jungkook’s voice made me yelp and I stared as he quickly jumped over the railing himself, grinning and wiping his hands on his thighs.
“Oh my god, people are going to find us here!” I hissed, terrified and he laughed.
“Don’t worry. I told them I’m going home.”
“You lied?” I shook my head in disbelief and Jungkook hummed.
“Did I?” He pretended to think. “ Doesn’t feel like I did.”
It took me a few seconds for the implication to sink in.
I looked away, blushing a bit.
“Did I come on too strong?” He moved to sit next to me, just a foot away.
I shook my head.
“No. I’m just.. I didn’t expect you to know me. We don’t exactly run in the same circles.”
“There’s a very cliché line in my head about how you’ve been running in circles in my head for a long time but I’ll save that for our first date.” He said with a laugh and I blushed deeper.
“Date?” I shook my head, “ That’s not funny.”
“Good. Because it wasn’t a joke. Let me take you out to dinner sometime.”
I stared at him, trying to look for the punchline because even if he denied it, it was still laughable. The mere idea of it.
“Don’t turn me down Areum ssi.” He said softly and I swallowed.
“I won’t if you take it back.” I said quietly.
He sighed.
“Then…when you sang about wanting to give love a chance…wanting to free fall for once without worrying about the rocks at the bottom of the cliff, wanting to soar into the sky without thinking of the ropes trying to tether you to the ground….were you joking?”
I gaped at him.
“that’s.. those are… Those are lines from before my debut.” I said shakily.
“Like I said… I’ve been a fan for a long time.” Jungkook whispered.
The night was magical. Cool and refreshing and the night sky was resplendent, the lack of clouds offering a stellar view of the stars and yet, I found myself drawn to the galaxies swirling in his doe eyes. The strong nose and the cherry red lips, now being worried between slightly large front teeth as he stared at me with all the nervousness of a young boy.
But he wasn’t a boy. He was a man.
And this wasn’t a love song.
This was real life.
“Free falling is fun when you don’t know what you’re falling into. But when you do know that there’s a lot of pain at the end of the fall, its not something you want to experience.”
“Areum…”
“I’m flattered.” I said quickly. “ Beyond flattered…really. But… I can’t.”
“Okay. But don’t leave. Stay here with me.. for a while. Let’s talk.” He said quickly.
Jungkook was handsome and the night was still young. This maybe the last time I would ever see him and I was honest. It was flattering, receiving attention from someone like that.
I hesitated before sighing and nodding.
“Okay…let’s talk.” I smiled, throwing caution to the winds.
And talk we did. About everything and nothing. As the night grew darker, Jungkook relaxed next to me, laughing as he shared anecdotes about his members, about his family, about his brother. And then naturally about how successful they were these days and Jungkook told me that there was always a downside to fame but he enjoyed the love he received. That he loved his fans for how they treated him and his brothers.
“Fame comes with a price but it’s a small price to pay…being loved for what I do..being accepted the way I am…it feels good.” He said quietly.
“It’s not always that way though.” I pointed out honestly. “ You guys are … I won’t say lucky because you’ve definitely worked hard but you’ve been more fortunate than the rest. Sometimes the spotlight can be a terrifying place to be.”
“you forget that we were once one of the most hated idols in the country..” He laughed. “ Trust me I know.”
“I didn’t know about you guys till you got on the Billboard. And you’re an amazing singer as well.” I said softly.
He grinned , playing with the bracelets on his wrist.
“Thank you.” He said sweetly.
We stayed quiet for a few seconds, staring up at the sky.
“I’ve never been attracted to fame.” I told him honestly.” Of course it holds its charms I suppose but I’ve always preferred the quiet of being obscure, you know. Like this secret that only a few get to learn in their lifetime.” I laughed. “ A hidden treasure maybe? Its why I started a Youtube channel instead of auditioning. Because only people who genuinely liked my music would get more of me. ” I smiled.
Jungkook hummed.
“When you first started singing your own songs on your YouTube channel? It was kind of around the same time we won our first daesang…” He smiled. “ In the MMA.”
“Oh…Really?” I asked surprised. That was nearly five years ago.
“Yeah. And till then..it was just your voice that I got to hear. You talked a bit but mostly it was just you covering someone else’s songs. And well, after we won the daesang I felt …lonely? Kind of? Scared maybe. And then you sang, ‘ White Dove’ a couple of days later and the lyrics…they just resonated with me you know. It made me feel like I knew you… Like you were a friend.”
I swallowed.
“I..thank you.” I whispered quietly, staring at my hands.
“And when you refused to sign with SM or YG. You also refused to monetize your videos on Youtube. You said your voice was your gift and you didn’t want to make money from something you’d received for free yourself. That …I loved that.”
“You’re like that too. You post your covers and songs on soundcloud for free as well.” I said quietly and he smiled.
“Like I said…we have a lot in common.” He smiled.
I smiled, shaking my head.
“I envy you.” He said quietly and I glanced at him.
“Hmm?”
“You’re just… You’re so untouched by all this. By me. It may sound incredibly narcissistic but people swoon when they see me for the first time but…you’re just you…. And that just makes me remember that you’re amazing and beautiful and you have such beautiful mind and you’re just… you’re so far out of my league. You’re so content with what you have and I wish I could be that way….But I …I can’t help but be greedy.”
“Greedy?”
“To do more. To want more. I know I should be happy that I even got to meet you . I feel like I’ve lived a lifetime in these two hours , sitting here talking to you. But I’m still greedy for more.” He stared at me with an intensity that was electric.
“More what?” I laughed.
“More of this. More of you. More of you and me together. More of us.”
“Us?” I laughed, shaking my head. “ There’s no us , Mr. Jungkook . you need to forget about that.”
“ I don’t think I can.” He said suddenly.
I felt the smile fade from my face.
“Jungkook.”
“Your song … Utopia… where you write about your idea of the perfect world. I… I loved it.” He said shakily.
“Jungkook , wait…”
“All of these days, when I listened to your songs, I would make it personal.. It would be about how those words applied to my life but with Utopia… that world you talk about …where you can be yourself, where you can sing whatever you want, be whoever you want…. When I heard that song…it became about you. About us.. I… that world you dream of.. I want to give that to you.”
My jaw dropped and I exhaled in disbelief.
“Do you realize how ridiculous that is? Your fans…our companies… Everyone will lose their minds.” I whispered, horrified.
He nodded.
“I know. I know I shouldn’t ask you this. Because it goes against my better judgement. But I can’t help. I still want to choose this. Choose you. So if there’s a word for that.. That is how I feel.”
“I.. I should go.” I said nervously, making to move but he reached out an gently gripped my wrist.
“Do you believe in love at first sight?” He asked quietly and I shook my head.
“No.. I don’t.” I said quietly.
“Good. Because neither do I. But I do believe in people who can understand you better than anyone else can. Just give me a chance. One date.”
I stayed quiet staring at my feet. There was so much to consider but I couldn’t bring myself to look at him and say no. He looked so hopeful.
“I’m busy for a couple of weeks. But there’s a beautiful terrace restaurant in Itaewon that I know. We’ll have complete privacy . I’ll get my chauffeur to pick you up. No one ill know. I just want to spend some time with you over dinner and if you have a good time….. we can meet again.”
And then what?
“I…I’ll try. But I can’t promise anything.“ I said honestly.
“That’s good enough for me. Can I have your number at least?” He asked finally.
I nodded and quietly put it into his phone.
“I’ll make the reservation and send you the details. And Areum?”
I glanced up at him.
“I’ve been free falling since I met you.”
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I closed my eyes, breathing deeply.
“I do.” I said quietly. “ I do remember.”
“I haven’t stopped falling. I keep listening to your songs on loop… Because I can’t bear the thought of being away from you , of not being connected to you in some way…”
“You’re so .. you’re so intense.” I whispered shakily and he laughed.
“I know, baby. I’m sorry. It’s just the way I am… I’m here you know. The restaurant I told you about. And my chauffeur is at your home. But he told me he couldn’t find you. It’s the middle of the night . where are you?”
I sighed.
“In the park opposite my house.”
Jungkook didn’t respond for a second.
“Do you want me to ask him to leave?” He asked quietly.
I took a deep breath.
“ Akrasia. “ I breathed out nervously.
“What…”
“its when someone makes a decision…against their better judgement.” I laughed nervously. “When we had that conversation , you asked me if there was a word for it. For acting against your better judgement. Akrasia is the word you’re looking for .”
He stayed quiet on the other end.
“Okay.” He said finally. “ Well, are you going to be akratic with me?” he said finally.
“Ask your driver to leave for now. And come meet me in my apartment tomorrow. I’ll make you dinner.”
Jungkook didn’t respond.
“That way we’ll have more privacy.” I said softly.
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Dating Jungkook was a lot of pain. Just as I’d anticipated. It was sitting by and watching him work himself down to the bone. It was watching people throw themselves at him and not being able to say a word. To the world he was single. And the number of women who called and hounded him was unnatural.
And he worked so hard that my heart ached for him.
One night, he missed dinner and I couldn’t reach him on the phone. I stayed up , sitting on my bed, waiting.
He came back at exactly at three in the morning. He didn't turn on the light but the moonlight through the window was sufficient to let me know that he looked terrible. i watched him shrug out of his jacket, leaning against the table , long legs crossed and crisp white shirt unbuttoned. He tugged at his tie with a sort of tired , half hearted gesture and i smiled.
i watched him for sometime, seeing him shrug out of his shirt and change into a simple white t shirt. He moved with a sort of graceful strength. Like every single cell of his body had the same confidence that he did. 
It was like a dream, i realized as another dull ache of pain twisted my heart. It was like i'd slept and woken up in someone else's dream. A dream where it was okay for me to look at him and feel things for him , without fighting to convince herself that it was dangerous. That it was going to end in heartbreak.  
As i watched him prepare for bed, i wondered when I had started falling so hard.  
The sound of the door closing, made me look up , shaken out of my thoughts. Jungkook was locking the door behind him. 
When he moved to the bed, i decided to let him know that i was awake. 
"You're back?" i said softly. 
He hesitated, clearly startled , before smiling at me. It was a weak smile, one that practically screamed exhaustion and i sat up straighter,  watching as he moved to me side and gently stroked me hair. 
"Why aren't you asleep?" He smiled. 
"I was waiting for you." i said honestly holding my hand out and he took it, kissing it obediently. 
"you'll have to wait longer, I'm afraid. I have a meeting tomorrow morning with PDnim and I still haven't prepped for it. I need to get an hour's sleep and get back to work. " Up close he looked so tired that i felt my heart clench in panic. 
"You don't look good." i said, alarmed as i realized that his skin had a distinctively grayish tinge to it.
"Comeback times are always that way. Never good for my health." He said teasingly. He checked his phone messages before turning to me and smiling.  
"I see you've been cutting back on the pain killers... are you feeling better than?" He asked. I’d been down with some menstrual cramps earlier and I was touched that he remembered, even in the mess of his schedule.
"I wish you wouldn't change the topic everytime I try to show concern for you."  i said , a little bit annoyed. He grinned and touched my cheek with his forefinger. 
"Just the fact that you are concerned is enough for me . anything more and I might die of happiness. you don't want that do you?" He winked. 
Deciding that it was impossible to talk with the man, i asked him if he wanted something to drink. 
He shook his head and climbed in next to me but before laying down, he turned to me. 
He hesitated. 
"Will you lend me your shoulder for the night?" He said softly , placing his hand there. 
i sighed as he leaned against me . His skin felt warm against me, his hair lightly tickling me cheekbones and i threaded me finger through the silky strands. 
In just a few seconds, he was fast asleep. 
I stayed awake, watching the room grow steadily brighter, the weak winter sun gently finding its way into the room , much like the way the man in my arms was gently finding his way into my heart.
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"We should get a house, don't you think?" i said two months later, sitting up in bed , eating dinner while i watched him work on his files. He'd placed the desk in the far corner of the room, giving me the perfect view. And i was beginning to enjoy it a lot more than the one i could see out the window. 
" A house? " Jungkook stopped and looked up. " You want to live with me ? Just the two of us?" He smiled.
Well, when he put it that way. I balked and ducked my head. 
"It's too soon isn't it..I'm sorry I don't know why I..."
"What kind of a house would you prefer? Flat? Penthouse? Apartment? Duplex? Tell me....I'll get you the listings and you can pick out the ones you like . When you get better we can go pick one out." He grinned at me and i relaxed against the pillows , while he went back to his files. 
"I read something online…” i said casually . He didn't look up, merely humming to acknowledge that he'd heard me. 
"Did you date Lee Hyeri ?" i finally said. He stopped and looked at me. 
"Yes. Many months ago. I broke up with her because I wasn’t feeling anything serious and I didn’t want to lead her one. She didn’t take it very well. ." He said softly, moving towards the bed and sitting on the edge. As was his habit, he reached for my hand, holding it in his and tracing circles with his thumb.
“She called me.” I said quietly and he stiffened.
“Shit.”
I laughed.
“She wanted to meet me . Wanted to talk about something although I have an idea what. I’m not going to indulge her though.”
“If she calls again, you should tell her that her obsession is bordering on stalking and I’m on the verge of getting a restraining order. She turned up at my studio too. Went on an on about how I broke her heart and cheated on her . ”
 i hesitated , looking away from him and smiling. 
"I don't know . Should I?" i shook my head. i hesitated, pulling my hand away from him. "What else did she say?" i said suddenly, remembering how angry she had sounded on the phone.
"Nothing, you need to worry about. Are you done with this? Shall I clean it up?" He reached for my dinner tray and i grabbed his wrist. 
"where are you going?  You should tell me what she said." i protested, but he gently pried my fingers off before dropping a kiss on me forehead .
"And You should tell me when you're going to start staying over at my apartment.. It's going to snow in a few days. Or so they say. I thought you might like to enjoy the first snow with me..." He smiled . 
I took the subtle hint to drop the subject.
"You're being too wonderful. It makes my heart ache." i snuggled into my bed and pouted at him. He laughed at that. 
"Take rest. I have a meeting right now. I'll be back late so you should sleep." 
I watched him leave, feeling oddly bereft. I was growing to love him deeply.
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As with every couple in the world, our fights were often over the silliest things.
"You're still angry." I said casually, watching him work on his documents, the low burning desk light setting his features in sharp relief. He looked at me for a second and shook his head.
"I'm not angry , Areum. I'm busy. There is a difference." He said with a sigh, rubbing the heel of his palm into his eye. I watched the gesture and sat up straighter in bed, leaning over the side to stare at the clock there. It read 1.15 Am.
"It's snowing." I said softly, getting one my knees and peering out the windows. Through the haze of moonlight, I watched the small flakes drift down over the neatly cut hedgerows, making each segment of the garden look like neat cut slices of cake with vanilla cream frosting. I grinned at the little wisps of cotton white snow, clinging to each little branch on the trees and felt my heart swell with joy. 
"I suppose you're too busy to make good on your promise." I said naughtily, peering over my shoulder to glance at him. 
"Promise?"
"That you'll walk with me , in the first snow." I said, turning around and getting out of bed, slipping my feet into my fur slippers. I watched him fight with himself , the emotions warring across his handsome face and held my breath.
finally he sighed and stood up. I tried to keep the triumphant grin off my face and failed miserably. I felt awful, because deep down I had known that no matter how angry or upset he was, Jungkook would never break a promise. And I'd worded my request that way, just to take advantage of that little chink of honor that he always lived by. 
"Alright then. Let's go take a walk in the first snow." He said softly.
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"You love snow."
"How did you know that?" I said surprised, lightly grabbing the low lying branch till it showered both of us with soft white flakes. 
"You make these little sounds , everytime you see  snow. I've noticed it from the time we met." Jungkook grinned . 
I laughed and turned away. I felt like I was standing in the middle of a fairytale, the white landscape making me feel like some exotic Ice Queen. I walked ahead of him, running a few steps till I was about ten feet ahead of him. I turned around, facing him as I walked backwards. He laughed at that. 
"Be careful. The snow looks soft but the fall will hurt." He warned me, putting his hands in his pockets and narrowing his shoulders to fight the chill. I smiled and shook my head.
"I want to look at you and make sure that you're not angry with me anymore." I said, enjoying the way he rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"I'm not angry. I told you that."
"Yes. You did. But i didn't tell you I'm sorry, did I?" I said softly, stopping in my tracks and watching as he drew closer. Jungkook gave me a curious glance, walking slowly till he was just in front of me.
"I'm sorry I said I'll leave you." I said honestly. He looked surprised but smiled nonetheless.
"Duly noted." He bowed his head, tipping an imaginary hat at me. Smiling, I turned around I ran a few more steps and instinctively knelt on the ground
"Don't ." He said suddenly. 
I  looked up from where I was gathering a handful of snow. I gave him an innocent smile. 
"What?" 
"I know what you're thinking. don't do it." He said, taking a step back. I felt a thrill of anticipation shoot through me, realizing that the big bad wolf was actually scared of being hit by a snowball. 
"You should know why I like snow so much.." I grinned with mischief and he gave me a look of disbelief.
"I don't think you can hit me. You're forgetting that i'm an expert at taekwondo.”
I held my hand up and threw , cursing when he casually stepped out of the way, laughing at the look on my face. 
"You have to concentrate on what you're doing. Anticipate my next move and react accordingly." He advised, bending down to get some snow for himself. 
"React to this!!" I grabbed two handfuls of snow and ran straight at him, grinning as I leapt on him.
We landed on the snow, Jungkook  on his back and I right on top of him, laughing as I smeared the snow on his face. He spluttered in disbelief and swiftly, threw his weight over, pinning me to the ground and straddling me, fingers swiftly grabbing my wrists and pushing my hands over my head, leaving me vulnerable and helpless, as he shook his head , showering me with ice cold flakes. 
I squeaked in surprise and he laughed hard.
Watching him laugh, full and open , I realized that I'd never watched him laugh that way before.
He looked exhilarated. 
Yanking my hand out of his grasp, I grabbed his collar, pulling him down for a kiss. 
the first touch of his lips to mine, felt like the sweetest, coolest sip of crystal waters after a lifelong thirst . 
I sank into the snow, sighing into the sweetness and the gentle pressure of his lips against me, the first touch of his tongue, making heat seep through my body, despite the cold. I curled my fingers into the fur near his neck, smiling into the kiss as he slipped one hand into my hair, gently tilting my head for better access. 
He kissed me softly. He kissed me deeply.
He kissed me like that was what he'd been put on the earth to do. 
But mostly he kissed me like that was all he wanted .
It was so absurdly romantic that I wanted to laugh .
I could catch whiffs of his scent, even though my eyes were watering and mey nose felt like it was running. Some elusive cologne mixed with the scent of  clean male skin . It made me heat up in ways that curled my toes in my fur boots. Each little kiss lasted a little longer than the one before, till I was certain that I was going to melt into the snow. And each little breath felt like a little wisp of my soul leaving my body and mingling with his. 
We kissed and kissed and kissed, while the snow fell in white flakes around us .
First Snow. first kiss, I thought happily. 
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After our little episode in the garden, I found that I felt something akin to desperation everytime I came in contact with Jungkook.
It's not that I woke up one day and realized that something had changed in the way I watched Jungkook.
. That my eyes lingered, not just on his face but on the curve of his lips, the edge of his jaw, the exposed skin of his neck. My fingers wanted to reach out and  grip, not just the strength of his shoulders and the slender digits of his hand but also his lean waist.
I began losing my mind, slowly and painfully. Suffocating when Jungkook got too close , choking when he went away too far.
As they spent time together, Jungkook began touching me.
. Not too often and never in an intrusive way , but every time his fingers traced the back of my palm or brushed back my hair, my  throat went dry and my heart stopped pumping blood and I felt like like a fool because I had no idea if Jungkook felt half of what I was feeling.
In fact I was certain that Jungkook didn’t feel anything at all.
What I was feeling was painful and confusing and if Jungkook felt any of it, he would be running as far away from me as possible, not moving closer and closer.
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“Why are you so nervous?” Jungkook laughed and I bit my nails nervously, glancing around the reception hesitantly. The workers were all busy, no one spared us so much as a glance but I couldn’t help but feel terrified.
“It’s only us here? For the whole weekend? No one else?” I asked again for the hundredth time.
Jungkook groaned, shaking his head and ignoring me, holding his hand out for the keys to our cottage. I yelped a bit when he began walking away without waiting for me, running to keep up with his long strides.
“Sorry…I just don’t want you to get in trouble.” I said quietly, slipping my hand into his, linking our fingers together and smiling a little.
He squeezed my hand gently before pulling away to wrap me in a one armed huge, pressing a kiss to my neck.
“I booked the entire resort for the weekend. The staff have all signed a confidentiality agreement. No one is going to know we’re here. You can be as loud as you want.” He whispered and I yelped, hitting his chest,” let me finish….” He laughed. “ When you yell at me. You can be as loud as you want when you yell at me.”
“You’re a terrible person.” I whispered , burying my face into his arm in mortification.
Jungkook merely laughed .
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"You seem tense." He said that evening, as the pair of us sat on the back deck , glasses of bubble tea in hand , watching the waves break out on the rocks. Slow but persistent , gradually breaking the rock's resistance and carving its way into its heart.
"Can we ever …truly be relaxed ?" I asked , a little bit of desperation in my tone. Jungkook didn’t turn to look at me . Instead he took a picture of the rocks and the sea with his phone.
"That's a pretty loaded question. With a lot of answers."
I stared  at him, wondering why I was more confused now than before.
"Sometimes I can't understand you at all." I said quietly, shaking my head.
“Do you understand that I love you?” He said softly.
I hesitated before nodding.
“That’s the only thing that matters to me.”
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The boys dropped by for a visit the next day.
I sat down on the open deck, opposite Namjoon for a game of chess. Jungkook slid into the armchair next to me.
"Are you winning?" Jungkook asked quietly and I shot  him a glare, which gets a smile in return promptly. It was like he always knew what to say , how to manipulate my thoughts and emotions, how to make me look and feel a certain way , just so he could steal that part of mr away.
How evil.
At first I didn’t  notice that he was sitting a bit too close for comfort, because as such, we've lived on top of each other for quite a while now. But after a while I became  aware of the warmth of his thigh, solid and strong against my own, evident even through the layers of jean separating them.
I  tried to move away, surreptitiously, but Jungkook only moved closer.
"Try this."
His fingers fluttered over my thigh, intentionally or not I would never know, reaching for my queen and I tried not to jump out of my skin, gritting my teeth as my muscles stiffened, my nerves tingling like electric.
I licked my lips and Jungkook’s  eyes flickered up at the movement, a gentle smile tugging at his lips and my gut clenched in embarrassment. But the brunette moved even closer, his bare arm now brushing against mine  and I had to swallow the desperate urge to get up and just run.
"Well, this is entertaining." Namjoon said suddenly and i looks at my opponent for the first time since Jungkook’s  arrival. Namjoon was leaning back in his armchair, amusement shining out of his eyes .
I scrambled  in a bid to put space between Jungkook and I and failed miserably.
"He's just helping me with chess." I said desperately.
"Oh, is that what they call it these days?" Namjoon leaned forward looking very intrigued.
Jungkook reached out and clonked him on the head but his eyes were laughing and I wondered how this was going to end. I wanted it. Wanted to take that final step with Jungkook but I was also so , so scared.
Would it change things. For the better? For worse?
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Jungkook, I soon realized, took the way I was shying away from him , as some sort of a twisted challenge to get closer than ever. The more I moved away, the closer Jungkook gets , touching me in gentle intimate little touches and every time he did,  a slow simmering fire started at the pit of my stomach, reaching out in gentle upward licks , drying my throat and turning my insides into molten goo.
She's almost tempted to ask Jungkook if he feels the same way but she's saved the trouble later that week.
"I want you."
I froze on the spot, fingers stopping in mid air, inches from picking up a slice of apple, neatly placed on the tray. We were in the dining room,  Jungkook sitting with a set of files spread out in front of him and me with a knife and a few uncut apples in a basket.
"You..what?" I squeaked.
" I'm attracted to you and I really want to have sex with you." Jungkook said  , almost carefully.
Like he was announcing the weather. Like his words weren’t carefully calculated to turn my world upside down.
"Alright. " I whispered, not even sure what else I could say to that.
I stole a glance at Jungkook who was grinning from ear to ear. I felt blush rushing up my body, the blood flooding my face so quick it made me dizzy..
"Don't .. Don't look at me like that." I whispered, mortified to sound like a sixteen year old girl.
"Do you want me to leave now?" Jungkook reached out , placing a soft hand on my palm and it took all my  willpower not to grab Jungkook and hug him. Instead I managed a weak smile. My mind was a few seconds away from collapsing in on itself and I was too stunnedto think straight.
So I answered the question at face value.
"No, I don't want you to leave now. "
"Okay. Go ahead, eat your fruit. It's good for you."
Jungkook smiled again, serene and perfectly at peace with the world.
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At eleven thirty on Saturday night, both Jungkook and I sneaked out of the hotel, arms laden with our picnic basket and coats draped over our shoulders. Once we reached  large pond in the outer edge of the property, Jungkook made quick work of the blanket, spreading it out on the artificial lawn that surrounded it.
I settled down on it, reaching out and dipping my legs in the water. It's a bit chilly but only for a second. I wriggled my toes playfully and Jungkook slipped a bit closer to me, letting his foot sink in next to mine.
We played around for a while, splashing water on each other and then I pulled my legs out.
"You okay?" Jungkook asked softly and I turned around to stare at him , a little apprehensive. There are so many things wrong with this , a part of me screams. But there's a part of me that longs, so badly , for this simplicity. Longs and has longed, all my life. Just this, the chance to relax and be myself and play around with water in the moonlight.
"I'm not sure." I admitted, honestly.
"Tell me. " Jungkook said and for once his voice isn't relaxed. Instead it's a bit urgent and anxious.
"We're not... I’m so scared that we'll never make it, you know." I sighed, dipping my legs back into the water, just as Jungkook pulled his out.
"Why? Because of the media ?" There’s a hint of bitterness in his voice and I hated myself for bringing this up. We were supposed to be spending time together, enjoying each other’s company. I wasn’t sup[posed to be ruining the mood like this.
"It's nothing. I just.. I don't want you to get hurt." I said honestly.
"Because of you? Because I'm with you?" Jungkook's voice was lot softer now, the bitterness replaced by concern.
"I.. Yes.. I mean... I'm.."
"You're a gorgeous young woman who is intelligent and charming. Why would I ever give you up?" Jungkook asked, reaching out and wrapping an arm around my shoulder but I couldn’t help but sigh.
"That's.. that's not what everyone else thinks." I reminded him. “ And that not what they’ll say, if you ever tell them the truth about us.”
"No it isn't. And I won't say something stupid like , it doesn't matter what others think. Because it does, I know it does. And it's going to hurt. In fact I think it would hurt you a lot more than it would hurt me. But if I don't... If I don't take a chance with us... that's going to hurt me too. So its a choice. I can either  choose to get hurt by people I don't give a damn about , and in return I get... get to be with someone I really...like…..
"Or, I give up the woman I love and get hurt by my own decision. " Jungkook finished.
"We hurt either way." I smiled bitterly, Jungkook's words making a lot of sense.
"Yes. All you need to choose is , what's worth the hurt? Being with me, or society's approval?" Jungkook leaned forward slightly and I blinked.
We stayed that way staring at each other for a second and then he pulled away and sighed deeply.
"I've already chosen, I. I'm not pushing you, but I hope you'll pick me." He said quietly.
I stared into the night, thoughtfully. So easy, I told myself. So easy to turn around right now and kiss Jungkook, tell him that I didn’t deserve so much happiness. That my heart was so light, I wanted to spout wings and fly.
So easy but so frightening.
The wind picked up somewhere and somehow a draught found its way inside and I shivered a little, only to have a warm blanket wrapped around my shoulder. Jungkook snuggled in with me and we huddled together
My thoughts tripped over each other  and I wanted to run away but I stayed still, letting the gentle lap of the water against my toe, calm my inner turmoil.
"It's just you and me." Jungkook whispered, " Right now. Just you and me. Let's pretend we're the only ones on the planet."
I turned around to the brunette in surprise but Jungkook's looking out into the water, lit by a full moon from the skylight.
"Just you and me. " He said absently and I nodded, looping my fingers with Jungkook's. We sat in silence, pressed against each other and I waited till the moon slipped behind a cloud before turning around, slightly, and pressing my lips against Jungkook's.
It's soft and very short, over before it even begins and Jungkook smiled into the kiss.
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Jungkook teasingly pushes her back and Areum falls back against the soft mattress, like she's been shoved. She melts into the kiss and then Jungkook’s lips move away, dragging his teeth and tongue over the exposed expanse of her neck, lightly sucking and biting and then soothing with his tongue. Areum gasps and struggles and fights for air, before dragging their lips together again.
Jungkook kisses her until she's splayed flat against the bed, eyes wide and lost and lips parted, blush staining her cheeks and then Jungkook's reaching out to the table and pulling his camera , snapping a picture.
"You're such a weirdo!" Areum laughs , too turned on to be annoyed.
"No, just a man. A man in love." Jungkook leans down, pushing his hips down into hers and she gasps at the friction. They make quick work of their jeans and suddenly its skin on skin and she's not sure if she's doing this right.
"Jungkook.. I..I.."
"Hey, relax. I got you." Jungkook holds her close, just holding her, cradling her almost and the familiar words smooth away her apprehensions and he's moving closer, trying to pull more sounds out of her, his lips tracing the line of her chest, tongue swirling around one nipple before moving down and down, dipping lightly into her belly button.
And then the camera is tossed to the side, Jungkook flipping them over with ease , his lips moving down , tongue dipping into the curve of her waist down and then further down , lightly licking at the sensitive bundle of nerves near her center and Areum's pretty certain she loses her mind at that point.
"You're amazing." He whispers, and she nearly flies off the bed when Jungkook slides a single digit in, slowly , so slowly. She’s wet and ready but her body is still stuck in auto pilot and she wants to close her legs instinctively.
"Relax for me." Jungkook whispers, lips close to her ear, licking and teasing .
"I'll make it good. Just relax for me." Jungkook says again,  gently, lapping at her neck and Areum unclenches her thighs letting him work his way in, sighing when the slide becomes a little more easy and a little more familiar.
"So beautiful." Jungkook whispers and Areum laughs, shaking her head.
"It's dark, you can't even see-"
"I can’t see but I can feel you. i can feel you and you’re so fucking gorgeous." He slips another finger in and curls his fingers against the walls of her insides and the gentle press of the pad of his finger is too much and not enough , all at once. Her head falls back into the pillow, all coherency leaving her body in a single whoosh of breath.
"Look at me. Only me." She whispers when Jungkook thrusts into her for the first time and Jungkook nods shakily and he pushes in, leaving her trembling at the ache and the pain and wanting to cry out, but she swallows it all down because she knows it’s going to get better .
"Don't wander off. " Areum whispers, pulling him down for a kiss and Jungkook pushes in deeper, earning a gasp. He wishes he could explain, that he can't ever think of anything but her because she is the perfect dream.
“I love this. I love you. “ she whispered and he had to physically restrain himself from burying himself to the hilt inside her. Her body was still getting used to him. He didn’t want to hurt her but God, she felt so amazing around him. the heat and wetness driving him crazy in a way that couldn’t be explained.
“Hold me tight.”
And she did.
With her arms and her legs and her body and her.....everything.
When she clenched around him, his mind went blissfully blank, her orgasm hitting him like an earth shattering, bone melting , heart stopping explosion of bliss.  
He fell against her, careful not to crush her with his weight and rolled to the side gathering her close.
Someday he would hurt her, he was sure of it. He was an idiot after all and he knew he would find a way to muck this up and ruin it for them but for now, he wasn’t going to think about any of that.
For now, he was going to enjoy the intimacy of making love to the woman he loved.
 Author’s Note : Hope you guys liked it! it was supposed to be very angsty but its really not lol....
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herald-divine-hell · 3 years
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A Meeting of Kindness
A/N: So, this fanfic is with @noeldressari‘s Talia Cousland and Amayia as padawans in a Star Wars AU. I’m sorry if Talia isn’t all that accurate to her actual character. I’m really bad at doing that with other people’s ocs asldkada. But I hope you all enjoy!
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As night gathered in the skies of Coruscant, light flickered awake in a sea of silver and amber, the underglow of rolling clouds burnt with silvery-gold. Streaking smoky-silver and scarlet lines blurred as taxi-pods and shuttles zipped across the air, a constant buzzing hum as clusters of stars peaked and winked in the dark mantle. 
A wind picked up from the north, bringing the scent of a metallic-soaked chilled air to Amayia’s senses, shuffling her thick robes, lightsaber hilt rattling against her thigh. Fingers sprayed across a wide stone surface, one of the few remaining in the metropolis-planet. A white marble that glowed with the orange-gold fires of the sun during the day and the icy silver waters of moonlight by night. 
Coruscant still dazzled her, even though it would have been nearly two decades since she had joined the Jedi Order as a padawan. At night, a new world blossomed from the brilliant glow of the day. Though fires sparkled through countless windows and ledges, as transmission towers flared and in and outgoing ships whined through the atmosphere with the glow of shooting stars, a peace settled onto Amayia’s shoulders; a peace she had not known since she was a child waiting at her mother’s knee to hear some fable story. Only at night did the concerns of the war bleed away from her mind, only at night could she hear the Force settle from its conflict. Light and dark dwindled to a single strung hum, then another, until a melody whispered in her mind, flooded her soul. Thundering battle fled away, the screams of dying men, women, and children fading away until there was only her and the Force, an old ally, and an older friend. 
“You should be getting some rest.”
Amayia’s eyes turned away from the thicket of towering skyscrapers, gleaming silver-white by strands of starlight, the horizon threaded with their soft flicker. Yellow-white light pooled from beyond in the curved archway, lines of columns marching deeper into the Temple like rows of soldiers. A few golden and bronze statues of ancient Jedi flanked the sides of the entrance of the pathway, staring out into the dark city with serene expressions, some with firm, dignified features, others with kindly smiles and eyes. 
Light bathed about Talia’s form as if the Force pulsed off her in waves, lighting a sheen over her long brown hair, shadows scurrying about her features, heightening her sharp cheekbones, softening her shyly smiling lips. Vivid blue eyes glimmered with silver and scarlet and azure, reflections of the city beyond, twirling about like swirling jewels in a sea. In her hands were two porcelain cups with thin plums of white-gray smoke streaming until it faded away into the darkness. 
“I like to take walks before every mission,” replied Amayia, turning a little to face the Padawan that was assigned to her. Tomorrow they would be leaving to take up commands as leaders of two squadrons of clone troopers, in hopes of infiltrating a Separatist base and gathering intel before a full on ground assault and occupation could occur. The first time Amayia was allowed a command of her own without her master’s presence. Any trickle of fear never roused in her heart. She would do what she must. Amayia had learned that a long time ago. 
And yet...she never was partnered with another Padawan, and never alone. Master Or-Lan had always been careful in choosing where Amayia was sent, and who she went with, if he could not attend. A few with Jedi Knights, often in escort missions for departing senators in dangerous sectors. More often with just her master himself and his legion, the 406th. Amayia knew she was not the greatest communicator, never truly able to grasp the understanding of emotions, especially when it was inflicted hard by others. Master Or-Lan did, though, and tried for years to get her to connect, through the Force or not. But she never can. Whenever she did try to touch another’s emotions, the Force skirted away, like water sloshing up against the side of a dam, never able to pass through. She could still sense it, however; the rage and sadness of a mother or father who lost their child from a bombing run. Yet when she tried to ease them, to bring peace to their trembling, rage-scorched hearts, the barrier sprawled like spun webs, thickening into a wall stronger than steel, with no gaps to break through. Worried did not fill her, the Force a soothing, constant current through her veins, but she knew that any comfort to the locals on the planet they would be heading toward will be lost on her. 
Perhaps that is why Master Or-Lan and Master Findrall choose her to be paired with Talia Cousland. She had only heard her in passing from muttering Jedi in classes, frustration mixed with high praise. She was highly skilled in battle, though aggressive, with her sharp and savage cuts, barreling charges, and overwhelming advance. A few whispers from other Padawans muttered how she could hold a whole battalion of battle droids on her own, and from her appearance, Amayia was sure she could. Long, thick, and straight brown hair fell down to the small of her back, a few strands framing her strong jaw, with its chiseled and sharp jawline. High cheekbones reared proudly on a noble face, but there still was a softness to her, at her lips and in her eyes. A faint blush nestled her pale cheeks, puffs of cool air misted past her lips. Northern wind stirred her long locks until it shivered like a banner of brown toward the west, drips of gold glimmering across like waves. Broad shoulders were covered in a thick brown outer cloak, with the loose fitted sandy-brown robes shrouding the sturdy body beneath. High brown boots crawled up to her knees, and a flash of silver glimmered when Talia shifted a little, making her way toward Amayia. 
“That’s fair,” replied Talia, as she strode to her side, her gaze flickering toward the city. “We’re leaving tomorrow, though. Will you be walking again?” 
Amayia nodded and turned back toward the city, returning both hands onto the wide cool surface. “I’ll be meditating in the gardens before we depart after my walk, if you wish to join me, Padawan Talia.” The words felt clumsy to her, even as her voice carried it still in an even tone. Small talk was never her element. 
The blush seemed to grow on her cheeks, the silver and gold wash of star and city bringing it out so brightly it appeared to overwhelm Talia. Her smile grew a bit, one she flashed at Amayia as she rested the two cups on the balcony still, elbows resting as she leaned forward. “I just might. And, please, call me Talia. No need for formalities when we’ll be guarding one another’s backs.”
A touch of warmth tickled Amayia’s cheeks as she dwindled her thumbs together. Despite her clumsy nature with her emotions, a bubble of fire flickered in her heart at the gentle glow in Talia’s eyes, a determined, sweet, and kind sunflare that spun a thousand diamonds with speared light. Her master often joked that Amayia could never smile, but after a sudden realization, she felt her lips curling into one. “Yes,” admitted Amayia, nodding a bit as gaze returned to the light-blurred skies and sparsely clouded skies. “That will be a good endeavor.” 
At the corner of her eye, she saw Talia testing the name in silence, her smile never leaving her even then. Though, her shoulders did seem to lessen its tension with Amayia’s agreement. Was she afraid that she would have said no? The possibility was strong. She never was particularly close with any of her fellow Padawans, even less than any of the Masters, except for her own. But Amayia still saw the practicality of using only their names to communicate. It was less of a mouthful to say, such allowing greater ability for success-
No, she thought, a shiver of anger rustling across the river of the Force which rolled through her. She was only asking for you to treat her as an equal, a partner. It had nothing to do with the outcome of success for the mission, she had to tell herself, her Master’s voice whistling through her mind, tilted with disappointment. 
“Hot chocolate?” asked Talia suddenly, nudging the cup toward her. 
Amayia blinked, torn away from her thoughts, a ripple of discontent skidding across the calming Force. “Hot chocolate?” Her eyes flickered to the silver-glinting cup, the steam still swirling in waning pillars. Grasping the cup in her hands, gloved fingers brushing over Talia’s, she whispered her thanks as she pulled it close to her chest. Raising and tipping the drink, warmth flooded her body, thawing the night’s chill grasp from her bones. Sweetness overwhelmed her, in a way that she had not felt in many years, and she drank it heavily.
“Like it?” Talia sipped hers, a bit more slower than Amayia’s but a touch heavier. Sighing as she pulled the cup from her lips, her smile seemed more calming than shy. “Hot chocolate is one of my favorite drinks.”
“It is mine as well,” admitted Amayia, the smile from before caressing her face, as the embarrassment burned away by the sweetness of the hot chocolate and the soothing sight of Talia’s smile. It was a pretty smile, matching well with her good-humored eyes. Talia would be good to have when it would come to comforting masses, to ensure cooperation instead of resistance against Republic occupation. Even if her emotions swayed her, perhaps that was why their masters pushed them together on this mission. Amayia knew she was cold, knew she was calculating. She was told over and over again she was what a Jedi ought to be. Emotions did not cloud her judgement, and that was the Jedi way. 
But the Jedi way was also to bring peace, and Talia’s smile brought a waterfall of calm washing over Amayia. Was that not also what the Jedi stood for? Bringing comfort and peace to otherwise death-torn, darkened worlds that were tainted by the Dark Side, tainted by slaughter and destruction? Questions swirled in her mind, but what stood as bright as the stars from the gloomy sea, was Talia’s eyes. So bright and vivid, bursting with life, with kindness. The warmth of before came rushing stronger to her cheeks. 
Talia bowed her head. “I should let you get back to your walk.” She drank her coffee, the pink on her cheeks a bright scarlet now, rushing over her features like a fire-burning cloud. “See you tomorrow, for our walk that is.” 
Smiling back at her, Amayia also bowed. “Thank you for the drink, Talia. I will see you tomorrow, for the walk and the mission. It is an honor to be paired with you.”
A little chuckle came from the other Padawan as she scrubbed the back of her neck. “The honor is all mine, Amayia. And the hot chocolate was nothing. Everyone loves hot chocolate, right?” Her laughter grew a bit more, the fire on her face deepening. “But, yeah...It was good to finally meet you!” She stared for a moment, mouth open as if she wanted to say more. “Right, bed. Walking. Um. Well, goodnight!”
The flapping of her cloak filled the air as Talia rushed back toward the entrance way. Amayia’s stare followed the woman’s departing form, the cloak shivering over her broad back, as if straining as the woman walked back a bit hunched over. 
It was only until she departed to her quarters did Amayia realize that her smile never did leave her face. 
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ladynightmare913 · 3 years
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Red Rose, Blood Moon
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Welcome to Chapter 1! This is an original story inspired by the tale of red Riding Hood. I would like to say a special thank you to my best friend and co-author Olivia ( @asunshinepuff​) for joining me in writing this world onto paper. 
This chapter contains many of Olivia’s ocs and some of mine as well. For those of you who want to be tagged to follow along this story, let me know! If you have any curiosities, theories or questions, feel free to ask me or Olivia on her blog. 
I hope you enjoy, now without further adieu! 
Chapter 1: Wolf’s Time
A young little girl, around the age of eight, was dressed in a bright red dress, as usual thanks to her grandmother, was carrying a basket in her arms as she made her way to a willow tree where her dear friend often sat. Her dark black hair with bright red streaks of red was up in a bun, her sapphire eyes sparkling bright, her fair skin clear and unblemished. Rosabella smiled at her friend, Cassandra, also eight, who she has known all her life, absorbed in a book as usual. She sits down beside her quietly. Her friend was dressed in a white dress with a laced lavender layer on top, her nose stuck in one of the books that her father had brought back from one of his prior trips overseas. Her light golden blonde hair was tied in a fishtail braid, a typical style for the little girl. There was hardly a time where you would see her without it. Her striking sky-blue eyes entirely focused on the pages of the book in her hands, however, she notices her dear friend sitting beside her. 
“Hello Rose.”
“Hello Cass, what book are you reading this time?” She peers over Cassandra’s shoulder.
Cassandra looks over to her friend. “Legend of Camelot. Would you like to read it with me?” 
“Perhaps later, I want to gather some herbs for grandmere, do you want to come with me?
“Why not? I can always finish the story a bit later. I’ll gladly help.” She replies with a nod. 
Rosabella stands up, offering her hand to her friend. Cassandra smiles, graciously taking the hand of her friend. The girls walk to the river where the herbs were, and on their way back, they see a group of children of various ages gathered around something. So, with curiosity, the girls make their way to the group.
The girls walked right up to the boy. “What are you doing?”
A boy with brown hair, and green eyes looks up to the girls. In his hand was a stick that he was using to poke a baby snake that was not even venomous. “I found this snake sneaking into the village! Thought I might have some fun with it!” 
Cassandra frowned in distaste, “Why? He cannot even hurt us!” 
Rosabella, frowning as well, steps forward, taking the stick from the boy, glaring at him. “Leave him alone, he’s a baby!”
The boy glares and stands up, he was two years older than both girls. He towered threateningly over them. “Oi! Give it back. Or my father will hear about this!”  He reaches forward and takes the stick back.
As the boy towers over them, Cassandra’s eyebrows raise, not feeling threatened by the boy even a little. Her eyes narrow as he takes the stick back from Rosabella who was glaring right back at him. Rosabella steps around him as she walks to the snake and gently picks it up in her hand. Then she walks to the slow moving river, gently setting the snake into the water, she turns back to face the other children and their ring leader. 
“You’re a dollop head! Why must you be so cruel!” She marches back up the hill and holds her ground against the older boy.
The boy sneers “It’s an animal! They can’t think or feel!” He pushes Rosabella back.
Rosabella glares at the boy in return. “Don’t. Touch. Me. And if anybody can’t think or feel, it’s you!” She pushes him down to the ground with her arms. 
Cassandra pulls Rosabella back with her arms, holding her back. “Rose stop! He’s not worth a fight, he’s too much of a cretin.”
Rosabella glared at the boy for a moment before she sighs but listens to her friend. 
“You’re right… Come on let’s go.” She turns away.
Gregory stands back up and grins. “That’s right, go back crying to mummy, oh wait, you can’t cause she’s dead!”
Rosabella stops walking, her face void of emotion as she looks to Cassandra with a look. Meeting Rosabella's gaze, she sighs letting go of her arm, then looks back at the boy. “Gregory I tried to help, but you couldn’t keep your mouth shut.”
“What?” Gregory blinks in confusion. 
One moment, he was standing, the next, he was on the ground. Rosabella had tackled the older boy to the ground and both began to struggle. Managing to get off of the boy when he tried to punch her. Gregory sits up and reaches out to try and grab Rosabella’s dress. While the two were brawling, Cassandra walked over and around the two, and without hesitation, she smacked Gregory upside the head with her book. “No! Stop!” 
Gregory winces from the pain and rubs his head, his friends pull him back up and they run away. “I’ll get you for this Louve!”
Rosabella watches the group of boys leave, standing up she dusts herself off, grabbing her basket that she had dropped. “Thank you.” 
“You’re welcome.” Cassandra replies with a smile. Satisfied with being able to help her friend. Gregory annoyed her immensely. “Come on, let’s go home.”
The girls make their way back to the village, and people would whisper whenever they saw the two girls. Rosabella’s arm was linked with Cassandra’s as they walked together, they heard a woman speaking to her husband in front of the baker’s window about how Rosabella is stronger than most girls her age. Then, Cassandra spots a man glance their way as they walk by. Whispering to the other male about how a girl should not be allowed to read. 
The blonde haired girl couldn’t bear to listen anymore as she turned away, looking down. Rosabella looks at her friend. “Don’t listen to them, they’re just stupid…” 
Cassandra sighs, and nods in agreement. She looks at her friend, the feeling of hurt clear within her blue eyes. It was difficult for her to hear such a thing. “I know… But it’s hard not to listen.”
“I know, but grandmere always says “‘Best not to dwell on the opinions of the dim witted or you’ll lose what you believe.”  She smiles encouragingly.
Cassandra tilts her head contemplatively as she listens to the familiar words. “She does always say that, doesn’t she?” She says with a smile in return. They continued to walk in comfortable silence before Rosabella spoke.
“I best get home now,  see you tomorrow?” 
“Of course! See you tomorrow!”
The girls go their separate ways and another year goes by, it’s a very cold winter and the full moon is near. Cassandra was reading as always, as her back rested against the trunk of a tree. She cannot help but shiver as a cold wind blows past. Rosabella, who was reading beside her friend, shivered at the cold gust of wind. The school-bell rings, signaling the end of another school day, and the boys run free with loud cheers as they run towards the meadow. The girls decide to go to a quieter place to read. So they head to Cassandra’s home. 
Erinna, sits in the living room working on a new cloak for a client, she pauses when she hears a knock at the door. Placing down her needle and then fabric, she walks over to the door and opens it. She smiles at seeing her daughter and Rose, “Hello Girls.”
Cassandra smiles in return, “Hello Mother.”
“Hello Ms. Azure. I hope you don’t mind us coming in early, it’s cold outside.” Rosabella’s red shawl bellows as another cold wind chills them all.
“Of course not, come in. It’s much too cold to be outside at the moment without thick clothing.” She steps aside and opens the door wider for the girls to come in. Rosabella and Cassandra enter the house and sit down on stools. Cassandra was very thankful for the fact that her mother had a fire started at the fireplace. She sits down on a stool next to Rose. Erinna closes the door, stopping the cold air from entering their home.
“What are you making?” Rosabella looks at the clothes near the older woman.
“A cloak for one of the women in the village.” She says, as she walks back to where she was working.
“It’s very pretty.” 
Erinna smiles at the young girl, “Thank you Rose.”
“My grandmother is making a cloak too. I don’t know who it’s for though.” 
“I’m sure it’ll be wonderful. Your grandmere has gifted hands.”   
The day began to grow colder and Rosabella had lost track of time. Rosabella was smiling as she drank the warm broth Erinna made. She looks to the window and sees the sun setting. Her eyes widen slightly and she stands from the table. 
“Thank you for the broth Mrs. Azure but I have to head home now. Grandmere must be worried!”
Erinna looks at the girl in worry but nods in acceptance, “Alright, but do be careful on your way home.”
“Should I walk with you?” Cassandra suggests. 
Rosabella shakes her head. “No, I’ll be alright. I could walk home in my sleep. Thank you for the meal! Good night!” Rosabella puts on her shawl and walks out the door.
With that, Cassandra frowns lightly as she watches the door shut. It was rather strange that Rosabella’s grandmere always wanted her home before the sun set. And how panicked Rosabella became whenever she lost track of time. Hopefully Rosabella’s grandmere didn’t scold her too harshly if she was late. Looking out the window, she watches as Rosabella runs off towards the forest to grandmere’s cottage. 
As the sun descended behind the mountains, the hunters had returned from their hunt, bringing back only one buck. Food was scarce, with the wolves killing everything in sight, and the people of the village would always hope for a reprieve in a successful hunt. When the moon began to make its peak in the sky, no dared venture out of their homes. Royce watched the moon rise from the window. It was full. 
“Wolf’s Time.” The hunter closes the shutters before turning to face Cassandra, who sat on the stairs re-reading one of her favorite books when she hears her father speak. 
“Do you think it’ll come again…?” She asks, glancing up to her father over the pages of her book.
“It might, wolves come out on the full moon. Walking into the village with ease.” As if to emphasize his point, a bone chilling wolf howl in the distance is almost missed. Deep within the forest. Cassandra gasps in fright, dropping the book in her hands before she leaves her place on the stairs and clutches her father’s waist. 
The hunter listened to the howls, his hand pressed gently against his child’s head. His eyes seemed to search for the source, even when there was nothing in the hut with them. When it grew silent, he looked down to his daughter. 
“I have seen many wolves, Cassandra, but the ones who venture into our village,” he paused, his skin felt cold, his face looked strained and pale. “They are not ordinary wolves. You best stay inside when it’s wolf’s time. Many people have died because of that wolf.” 
She looks up to her father, thoughts racing at his explanation. As scary as it was, she couldn’t help but voice her worry and curiosity. “Has the wolf ever come inside a house on a full moon?” 
“No, at least none that I have heard about.” The hunter lifts his child into his arms before he walks to the chair by the fire and takes a seat. Placing the little girl on his lap.  “I’m impressed that old woman has never been attacked, especially since she lives closer to the forest.” The hunter muses. 
Cassandra tilts her head at his musing, giggling softly to herself, “She’s stronger than you’d think papá, I think she can protect herself from wolves.” After a moment of silence, the soft crinkling of the fire providing a form of peace for the young girl, she looks down and away from her father’s eyes, planning her next words carefully. She speaks softly, “…Do you think I could ever be strong enough to join the hunt?” The young girl looked back up to her father’s brown eyes hopefully.
The old hunter takes a deep breath as he thinks over Cassandra’s question. The hunter never wanted his daughter to be anywhere near the dangers of the world, he’d prefer if she stayed safe in the village. “I believe that in order for you to join the hunt, you being strong enough to fight a wolf, it's best to head to bed now Cassandra.” The hunter looked down to his daughter’s blue eyes. “Books are useful for knowledge but they will do little in gaining your strength. You best stop reading late into the night and start following your bedtime. It’s late.”  
The little girl sighs quietly as she looks down, disappointment clear upon her face. “Yes papá… Goodnight.” She climbs off of his lap and stands, walking up to the stairs and bends down to gently pick up her book, studying it for any creases as she heads upstairs to her bedroom.
“Goodnight Cassandra.”
As the snow fell through the night, not a soul was out of bed, as the howls of the wolf are the only reminder for every creature and man to hide from the hunger of the wolf. Cassandra wakes suddenly from her sleep, her eyes bleary as she rubs her eyes with her tiny fist in an attempt to fight off sleep. She gasps as the howl of the wolf pulling her from her dreamland. Sitting up, she looks to the window and sees the snow falling, and down below, a very large black animal was sniffing around the village, tail wagging.
The little girl quietly gets out of her bed, hissing at the cold wooden floor. She searches for her shoes before she leaves her room. Biting her lip as she passed her parents room, she grabbed her mother’s old cloak that was just barely short enough for her to avoid tripping on, before she descended down the stairs. She climbs onto a stool that was beneath a window, her eyes widening at the sight of the black dog. 
The dog’s ear flicked to the side, before turning around. Trotting out of the village. Cassandra quickly climbed down the stool before walking to the front door. Just as she was about to reach the handle, she pauses. Her thoughts dancing in mind, with a deep breath, she opens the door. 
Closing the door quietly behind her, from her porch she could see the dog running off. Pulling the hood over her head and wrapping the familiar warm cloth around herself, she walks in the cold snow, following it. The animal walks to the meadow, paw prints left on the snow. Her breath was clearly visible in the cold air. Turning around, she then looked behind her, she had walked so far. Cassandra winces at the thought of her father finding her out in the village in the middle of the night. Oh how much trouble she would be in. But, she was so close to the dog, it would be a waste to turn back now. With a nod in affirmation, she faced forward and continued on. 
Quietly gasping, she spots paw prints in the snow, crouching down to look at the prints. The paw prints were the size of a full grown dog, she tilts her head to the side in curiosity as she presses her hand to the snow next to the prints. Ah, her hands matched the size of them. A very big dog then. She freezes in place as something rustles behind her. Her eyes wide in fear, her heart racing. She swallows thickly before she turns around oh so slowly. 
 A pair of blue eyes peek out, before it emerges from its hiding spot. Her eyes widen even more, slowly standing back up. Afraid to look away from the eyes. To so much as even turn her back. It was no dog. It was a wolf. The black wolf tilts their head. It wags their tail. Then, it whined before it lowered the front of its body with its tail wagging. As if, it wanted to play. 
Cassandra’ head tilts in confusion at the sign. Did it want to… play? With her? Despite her fear, she couldn’t help but chuckle lightly at the actions of the pup. Though if it was in shock or in relief, she was uncertain. “... Do you want to play?”
The wolf bobs its head up and down in response. She looks at the wolf for a moment before she looks to the ground, searching for something to play with. Finding a stick, she grabs it tightly before she looks back to the wolf. She frowns lightly in concentration as she raises her arm to throw it. The wolf’s tail wagged as it shifted in excitement. Closing her eyes as she threw the stick, the wolf moved, then she quickly clasped her hands to her face. She couldn’t bear to watch the wolf change its mind and decide to eat her. 
A small whine reached her ears. At a moment’s breath, she moved her hands away as she peaked. The wolf sat right in front of her, the stick right at her feet. She was alive. 
Huh? Why hadn’t it tackled her? Maybe it wasn’t a wolf after all. It was still small to be a wolf. And Papá did say wolves had yellow eyes. 
Cassandra lowered her hands as she looked at the dog’s eyes. They were so blue, they seemed… familiar. Why? The dog moved to the paw at the stick. With a small laugh, Cassandra continued their game. They played for an hour at best, before the dog stopped, its ears perking up. 
“What’s wrong?” 
The dog huffed before it trotted to Cassandra’s side, taking the cloak into its jaws as it began to pull the little girl back towards the village. She couldn’t help but scold the dog lightly as she was dragged along. The dog only stopped when they arrived right in front of her home. The dog promptly sat down as it turned its head to her, and she looked down to the dog. The dog was clearly smart. And knew where she lived. Cassandra decided she liked this dog very much, maybe Papa would let her keep it. 
She walks up the steps to her porch as she waves to the dog. “Good night.”
The dog wags its tail before it trots off, pausing to look behind at the girl. Tail drooping when it saw that the girl hadn’t gone inside yet. It promptly sat down again. Sighing, the answer was obvious. Clearly she had to go inside. Cassandra waved once more before she quickly entered her home. Closing the door behind her, she climbs onto the stool from earlier to look out the window. There, she watches the dog head towards her friend’s Grandmere’s house in the forest. Just at the very edge of the village, at the start of the forest, the wolf turns into Rosabella, who looks around before she goes inside the cottage.
Her eyes widen as she watches the dog turn into a person. Not just any person. But… it couldn't be… “Rose?”
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Ner vod
Relationship: Fox & Tailor (OC)
Rating: G
@transwomankyloren commissioned me to write something about Fox and his OC Tailor. Thank you so much for commissioning me, it was very fun to write!
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“Life in the Guard isn't easy, but at least the vode can count on each other's support.”
Being a Corrie isn’t easy, despite what the vode may think, but even if you try to explain it to them, most of them won’t even listen. Fox knows, he’s tried it already; at least his batch takes him seriously, even though they can’t help but to sneak in a few jokes about it from time to time. Fox always tries to take them in good jest, but sometimes their words come back haunting him during the most difficult times.
What he would like, when it comes to this matter, is for Tailor to understand it too. This is already the fifth time in that month that he has to personally drag her out of 79’s because she was about to start a fight with some random vod whom she overheard talking shit about them.
“I wasn’t going to do anything!” she exclaims once they’re far enough to stop. “I just wanted them to understand!”
“I know you, you were going to make them understand with your fists,” Fox replies, taking none of her shit.
 At least he doesn’t comment on the irony of this: she’s always the first one to scold the fools she has to patch up because of these bar scuffles, and now she almost got involved in one. He doesn’t say anything about this only because it would make her even more mad and that’s not what he wants at the moment - he’s storing this bit for the next time she’ll tell some poor shiny not to get involved in these things.
She might act all no-nonsense and stern around the shinies, but she still loves the Guard dearly, and she’d do anything to protect them, like each one of them does. After all, if not even your brothers are with you, what else can you do if not stick with each other? At least they are a pretty cohesive group.
His gaze softens and he puts a hand on her shoulder.
“Let’s head back, ner vod, shall we?”
She doesn’t say anything but she nods, following Fox back home. Well, it’s not exactly a home per se, but it’s the closest they have - and probably will ever have - to it, so might as well call it that. The truth is that she’s not talking about the buildings, no, she’s talking about the Guard, about the rest of her vode. They are her true home, but she refuses to say it out loud to them; she has a reputation to uphold after all, she can’t allow people to see her soft side.
Fox isn’t just a random somebody, however; she trusts him enough to let her façade crumble, even for a small amount of time.
 It’s subtle at first, just a brush of their hands together, then Tailor goes to grab Fox’s, squeezing to the point that it hurts even with the gauntlets still on.
Despite this, Fox doesn’t point it out, doesn’t point out anything at all. What he does, instead, is to squeeze her hand as well.
“I’m here. I got you. I love you.” That’s what that gesture says. There’s no need for words, just silent companionship.
 Once they’ll get back, they’ll probably have to go their separate ways, but it doesn’t matter for now. They have each other’s back and they will keep things that way.
Even if they might not have the support of the rest of their brothers’ at least they have their own. They can always count on that.
  “Prison duty again, huh?” Foxtail mutters as she’s reviewing Fox’s schedule. She’s not supposed to have his datapad, but they were chilling inside Fox’s office during one of his rare moments of break and once she set her sights on it there was no stopping her.
Fox nods at her words, wordlessly, which to Tailor is most suspicious, because Fox hates guard duty and never wastes any chance to make it well known. The fact that he’s not saying anything means that he must’ve put himself there to escape from a bad situation - since nobody ever bothers with the clones stationed for prison duty - something that doesn’t happen much often to him, but it does for other officers that are a little less “polite” around the wrong people.
Knowing that she’ll have the drag the truth out of him, she asks:
“What happened?”
“Nothing happened,” Fox lies, and if Tailor hadn’t known him as well as she does, she would’ve missed the way his body tenses just for a moment, before Fox hops off the desk and begins pacing, a clear sign of nervousness. “I just had a… disagreement, with a Senator.”
“How big of a disagreement?” Tailor asks. That doesn’t bode well at all.
“… I might’ve insulted him.”
Tailor’s blood goes cold in her veins as she hears those words.
“What?”
“It’s not as bad as you think!” Fox immediately says. “He’s been complaining about the ‘excessive security’, his words not mine, because he was forced to be followed by an escort and eventually I told him that this is our job so we know better than him.”
This has to be the short version of the story, but at the moment this isn’t what worries Tailor more.
“I know what you’re about to say, I know I was wrong,” Fox continues, “I just--”
He’s shaking more and more as he goes on. Tailor needs to act now. She gets up from the chair she kindly stole from Fox since the moment she set foot in there and she approaches him; only once she’s sure she’s not going to make things worse by doing this she wraps her arms around him, pulling him into a hug.
 “It’s going to be fine,” she says, trying to sound certain despite how much she too is afraid. “They’re not going to send you back to Kamino, alright?”
Fox nods, but he’s still unconvinced. This calls for a keldabe, which of course Tailor drags him into.
“The Guard would be lost without its Commander and you know it. They wouldn’t take away such a useful asset.”
What she just said is cold, very cold, but it’s also their unfortunate truth. Besides, Tailor knows this will get Fox more than any reassuring words, no matter how well-intentioned they might be. This time in fact he looks more convinced when he speaks.
“I know it’s just… Well… You know.”
“I do,” she says, unable to hold back her bitterness at that statement. It’s not easy to live with the knowledge that your life is disposable and that it takes very little for anyone to get sent back and get decommissioned. Still, they can’t let that fear overtake them.
 At least now Fox’s smiling, although sheepishly.
“I’m sorry you had to see me like that, ner vod,” he says. Tailor rolls her eyes at him.
“Oh come on don’t go there now. How many times did I tell you it’s fine, you stupid di’kut?” she replies. By now Fox should know that he can count on her, but he’s still stubborn enough to always try to carry the entire weight of the Guard all on his shoulders, like Coruscant would fall if he so much decides to take a break.
It would be too easy if he just stopped with his workaholic tendencies, but it’s fine. Well, it’s not, but at least he can count on Tailor to keep him in check.
She’ll always make sure that he takes care of himself.
  Sometimes Tailor can’t help but to wonder if her brothers who are deployed in the war and not stationed in Coruscant get the same treatment they get: are they always treated as heroes by the inhabitants of the worlds they save, or are they considered freaks by them too?
Not that she thought they were ever going to be considered heroes here on Coruscant - that’s just not how things work - but still people treat them as slaves. Well, that isn’t really that far from the truth now, isn’t it?
She shakes her head, deciding to go back to work instead of letting her traitorous mind wander into dangerous territories. What was she doing before getting lost in her own head? Ah, that’s right! She needed to compile requisition forms for more hypos.
One would think they’d get plenty of those since they’re medics, but that’s unfortunately not the case and…
 She hears an explosion, then her comm begins to beep furiously.
Something must’ve happened, something very bad.
 A bombing to the Senate is something they all know to expect - one of the training scenarios for the shinies is exactly this in fact - but to think that someone would bomb the Guard precinct is…
Why? Why would they do that to them, the people who live and die for this city? They’re already bleeding them dry, and now this?
Agh, there’s no time to get lost in her thoughts like this! She needs to check on the men!
The wall that has been bombed has crumbled, leaving some brothers under the rubble. Tailor anxiously waits for the relief efforts to begin retrieving them, ready to go immediately as soon as someone comes up. The key in these kinds of emergencies is quickness and fast reflexes: if it takes too long for her to act, she might lose the vod’s life she’s trying to save.
Even with the medics ready to operate however, not everyone survives. Some are even already dead at the retrieval, others die later.
This is the second vod that Tailor keeps close in her arms, trying to give them at least a bit of company before they eventually close their eyes and march on, and while she keeps asking herself why this has happened and what they are going to do now. There’s surely going to be an investigation, but she doubts it will produce any result: if it had been any other natborn building exploding, then people would have cared, but they are just clones, not enough to warrant a proper investigation.
 The body in her hands has already gone cold when she hears a familiar voice barking orders to the rest of the troopers. Kark.
As she gets up to follow the voice, she can’t help but to be glad that he was under the rubble, but this doesn’t mean that he wasn’t involved in the explosion in any way.
When Tailor finally reaches Fox in fact, she can’t help but to curse the fact that she had to take care of the injured ones first. Even though he doesn’t look injured, the poor vod’s shaking, even though he stubbornly acts like he’s not. Nobody has had the courage to point it out, at least until Tailor got there.
She didn’t even wait for him to acknowledge her presence before grabbing him by the shoulders and dragging him away, knowing that there are other CCs that will take Fox’s place.
“Where are we going?” Fox asks. The fact that he’s not even trying to resist Tailor speaks volumes.
“Your office,” is the laconic response. There’s no need to say anything else.
 Once in Fox’s office, Tailor begins to do a medical check-up just to be sure, but Fox pushes her away.
“I’m fine! I just got there…” he says, but he begins choking on his own words.
Tailor draws him immediately into a hug, holding him tightly. His shaking worsens, and Tailor can hear the sound of sniffles coming from him, but she doesn’t say anything.
She lets him cry all he wants, and maybe she cries a bit too, who knows - she’s not going to tell. The despair this job gives them pours out all at once, with Tailor and Fox unable to do anything about it if not trying to support each other at the best of their abilities. That’s how things work in the Guard.
 Eventually they both stop, pulling away after what feels like an entire day, if not even more.
“Thank you, Foxtails,” Fox says, drying what remains of his tears with one hand. Foxtails, not Tailor.
She smiles.
“Anything for you, ner vod.”
At those words, even Fox manages a small smile as he replies to her.
“Anything for you too, ner vod.”
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February 11, 2021
Yesterday was quite the day.  I went to Kaiser for my weekly check up and while monitoring the baby’s heart rate it went from 150 to 130 real quick so the nurse practitioner sent me to labor and delivery just to make sure everything was OK.  [Everything was fine, the monitor just picked up baby’s heart rate and then mine, which was the reason for the difference].  While at labor and delivery I had an asian nurse and asian resident who both went to ucla (and one graduated 2009 too). I think I never would’ve really thought about it before but lately it’s made me feel really safe living in LA surrounded by lots of asians.  Knowing that there are so many attacks against asian elderly folks (esp in norcal, where there are lots of asians too....) its made me nervous about my mom going places.  It’s also made me nervous for myself. I think about the man’s whose face got slashed.  People just getting pushed, etc.  I’m seriously so thankful I’m in a “safe” place.  I mean if I go down an hour to certain parts of the OC maybe its not as safe but at least in my immediate surrounding its OK.
Speaking of some doom and gloom, today I came out to get water and I noticed Naya’s door was closed (with Maria and Naya in the room).  Normally I would never think twice but after reading the recent HONY series (spoiler: it involves sexual abuse of a child) I was like ... hmmm is that closed door OK?  I would never ever suspect Maria of harming Naya but I’m realizing more and more that you really just don’t know when something could happen.  I didn’t want to open the door b/c I can’t keep playing and I didn’t want to upset Naya (sometimes when she sees me she gets really mad that I’m leaving) so I decided to just go through the side and peek through the screen door hahah.  Naya was lying down on her trampoline and they were just chilling but then she saw me so I took her outside for a little bit.  It was totally fine but maybe I’ll ask Maria to always leave the door open.  I also don’t think she purposely closes the door. I know Naya likes to close doors.  Being a parent really does involve worrying about everything.  
Ok now and more. Yesterday I watched ‘Framing Britney’ and it actually wasn’t as sad as I expected.  The GGs have been talking about it and made it seem horrible. It is really sad how Britney has been used and controlled for all of her life (but it wasn’t as bad as they made it seem).  It was pretty shocking to see how interviewers talked to her though.  One just says “so your breasts” [laughter] “you get really mad when people bring that up”.  I was like :O wow I can’t believe people could talk like that just 10-15 years ago.  Women have had it so rough. Just expected to laugh at those questions and answer non-aggressively.  
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chapter three
masterlist link in blog description.
As a successful songwriter, you want nothing more than the acknowledgment that the chart-topping musical pieces are your own creations. But contracts, relationships, and the difficulty of facing the stakes involved head on, keep your mouth shut until pressure builds too much.
Pairing(s): Park Jimin x Y/N, Min Yoongi x Y/N
disclaimer: any characters depicted do not represent the actual personality of the respected idol in real life.
Series warning(s)/genre(s): Chapter-based written fic, Slow-burn relationship(s), Fake-dating, Unrequited love, Songwriter/producer!oc, idol!Jimin, idol/songwriter/producer!Yoongi, friends with benefits, drama, romance, smut, angst, fluff (updated as needed)
Chapter warning(s): none.
Word count: 5234
if you enjoy please, please let me know!
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Namjoon catches sight of you walking in through the door, excusing himself from a conversation with some patron. He nearly grimaces at your outfit only considering the drop in temperature that left him cold if he even stood too close to the window, but that examination leaves his mind entirely when he catches the reddened corners of your eyes.
“What happened?” He’s completely concerned, gently placing hands on your arms that begin to rub to circulate heat.
“I just didn’t listen to you about Jimin; what else is new.” You spit bitterly, too embarrassed by your current state to meet his gaze. Namjoon’s frown grows more, eyebrows furrowing in wonder of the specifics,
“Want to talk?” Your head shake is slight, but it’s enough for him to see. “Okay,” He glances to your spot at the counter. Seeing it occupied, he clicks his tongue. “I can’t leave the floor right now, but you can go up into my office if you want?” You shake your head again as Namjoon begins searching in his pants pocket for the key even though you know it’s always in his blazer pocket.
“No, Joon, it’s okay.” You sigh, rubbing your thumb to the corner of your eyes, careful of the makeup. “I’m okay, I just want to get my mind off of it.” He’s nodding with uncertainty at your words, worrying still about what exactly went on, because it’s one of the few times he’s ever seen you cry about Jimin. “You still have any of the muffins from lunch?”
“Maybe.” He smiles gently, not recalling a rush during the day. He guides you towards the end of the counter, arms shrugging off the luxurious fabric of his suit blazer, and draping it over your shoulders. “I’ll check; wait here.”
You clutch the outerwear tighter around yourself, realizing in its warmth how cold you were from the walk down the street. Namjoon’s cafe or bar is lively at this very late hour of the night, mostly with couples sipping sweeter alcoholic beverages and relaxing with one another after the clubs in the area become tiring to them. Then the few mellow nightlife-types that simply socialize in the armchairs and comfortable couch beside the fireplace in the corner.
“Blueberry.” Namjoon smiles at you with the tiny saucer carrying a large muffin, reheated so steam leaves its top.
“Thank you, Joon.” You return the smile, taking the plate from him as he starts to look for a spot for you. “You really don’t need to worry.” You tell him as you pinch a piece of the baked good, munching on it when he scoffs.
“Yeah, right.”
“Oh, you’re both here!” Seokjin’s voice is as clear as day when he walks towards you both from the door. You nearly laugh at the fact until you notice Yoongi trailing behind him, then you’re on edge. Painfully aware of how you probably look like a mess from the stream of tears that only recently dissipated, you bite your lip, praying that he altogether ignores your existence. It’d be the one time you’d be grateful for him to forget who you are just like earlier that day. “Y/N, I didn’t know you left the club,” Seokjin frowns, while Namjoon rests against the counter next to you. “You seemed to be having fun with-”
“Got hungry.” You gesture more than needed to the muffin in your hand, “Muffins are delicious at,” You glance to find a clock but then don’t find one. “It’s like two in the morning, right?” Seokjin raises an eyebrow at the nervousness, but when he sees the subtle glare in Namjoon’s eyes he leaves it alone.
“Close to two, yeah.” He nods, then raises a hand to gesture to Yoongi beside him. “Here’s the friend of mine that was going to use the meeting room tonight. Min Yoongi.”
“Oh,” Namjoon straightens at the information, reaching a hand out for a greeting shake, “Honestly that slipped my mind, but nice to meet you. I’m Namjoon,” He then gestures to you once the handshake ends, “This is my friend Y/N.”
You feel the desire to scream, but you just lift your hand for a tiny wave.
“Yeah, I’ve met her; we work at the same company.” Yoongi says the information matter-of-factly, with no ill-intent, and you want to sprint from the building, or at least get ahold of a mirror to see how bad the damage from the crying was.
“Ah,” Namjoon nods, “Right, I think she’s mentioned you before.” You nearly smack Namjoon’s chest to get him to shut up, but the way his mouth clamps you know at least that he realizes the fact himself. “The meeting room is empty though,” A subject change while you try to act normally by eating a bite of the muffin and nearly getting it lodged in the corner of your cheek. “Did you want a drink or anything? We may have another muffin.”
Seokjin watches the scene unfold in front of him, mixed between confused and utterly humored by you and Namjoon acting like something was evidently wrong. He leaves it be, figuring he’ll just text you both when he gets back to the club.
“Bourbon on the rocks is fine.”
“Y/N likes that too.” Seokjin comments, while you wish you could glare at him for further involving you in the conversation. Yoongi nods, glancing towards you as you speak up as if it was needed to,
“Usually with cherry coke, but yeah.” You look towards Yoongi then, continuing for no reason, “Joon’s after-dinner drinks are the best though. They’re what this place is known for.”
“Okay,” He says thoughtfully, the consideration he seems to have on your statement throwing you off. “If you have one that you recommend, then I’ll take that.” The comment is directed to Namjoon where Yooni ends up looking, leaving you to contemplate why he actually took your advice. Replaying the sentence in your head you wonder if your tone may have been aggressive, or harsh. “Muffin too. If it’s not a big deal.”
Namjoon nods while Seokjin looks down at his smart watch, apparently receiving a message. He brings his hand up to wave goodbye,
“I need to get back, but I’ll try and stop by again.” You all nod while Yoongi thanks Seokjin for helping him with the reservation. Namjoon and you are equally bewildered by the apparent friendship between the two as Seokjin pats Yoongi’s back nonchalantly and states it’s no big deal before running off. You give Namjoon a glance, and he’s there to return it with a shrug.
“I’ll get the order going. Y/N, can you lead him back there for me?” Namjoon asks stepping further behind the counter, closer into the mix of his employees working ridiculously fast at all their own orders. You nod, keeping the wish that you agreed to escape to his office from the beginning in the back corner of your mind.
“Yeah, the meeting room is just back this way.” You use your free hand to point in the direction. Yoongi follows you the short distance to an imposingly large, black door. He’s quiet watching you reach into the pocket of the coat hanging off your shoulders to retrieve an organized bundle of keys on a chain.
“I guess you and Jin are friends?” He tries at conversation, wholly approachable when you look back at him after opening the door wide. You nod, stepping into the room to find the light switch,
“He, Namjoon, and I went to college together.” You explain briefly, switching the light to its highest setting, “Ah,” You point to the contraption as he walks in, “The switch can dim,” You say and he appears inquisitive of the random fact. You go on again. Needlessly. Explaining yourself, “Like, if you wanted to sleep, or,” You huff, giving up, “I don’t know. Whatever you want to do.”
Yoongi chuckles, his small smile presenting itself and making you silent. Opposite appearance of any magazine spread you had seen him in. “Thank you.” He sits into one of the many comfortably upholstered chairs, and it’s as he takes the backpack off him that you realize he had it to begin with. It goes on the table, while his black jacket becomes removed too. Tosses it onto the chair beside him. “Was the club too loud for you too?” He asks you casually, removing his laptop from the bag.
“You were there?” You ask shocked in response, but cover up the tone before he’s able to look at you in bewilderment of your loud reply. “I mean, yeah, it was pretty crowded, too. I didn’t realize you were going to it.” You recall Seokjin mentioning the friend-- Yoongi-- days earlier and how he would be going to and from the club. If only you had been curious enough to ask for a name.
“To get to know people.” Yoongi tells you before shaking his head at whatever he’s thinking about that idea. “I feel like it’s too loud to actually get to know anyone there, but what can you do?”
“Not go.” You dumbly spout, before you’re able to filter the words. He laughs outright, thankfully. You literally bite your tongue to stop yourself from saying anything else.
“If you want to chill out in here you can, by the way. I’m not sure why Jin got a room this big.”
“Joon’s renovating the smaller one. The light fixture broke the other day.” You explain, looking down at your muffin as you poke around at it. “Either way, Jin goes out for anything so.”
“That’s true.” Yoongi nods, looking in your direction when Namjoon steps into the room from beside you.
“Here’s this,” He says with the plate of muffin and a mug containing the warm, vanilla bean Kalua beverage he has seasonally. “The light switch dims, by the way.”
“I told him.” You giggle while Joon places the little meal down. Yoongi smiles in his own humor from the similarity as Namjoon sheepishly admits he didn’t know.
“Thanks. I can pay you now for everything if you want.” He tells Namjoon as he reaches for his backpack to retrieve a wallet, but Namjoon’s head shaking stops him,
“Jin already paid for it all-”
“What?” Yoongi speaks up in surprise, then sighing to find his phone. “He really does go all out.”
“Yeah, he said he owed you.” Namjoon shrugs with full use of his hands as he steps back, “Sorry, I’d stay to chat, but I have to go help them out there.” You wave to Namjoon as he walks out, then turn back towards Yoongi. He’s typing away at his phone, likely to Seokjin. You bite your lip, remembering that Namjoon said you could go up to his office,
“I guess I’ll leave you alone then, so I don’t bother you.”
“You’re not.” Yoongi brushes off your assumption, placing his phone back down. “You really can stay in here if you want. I was just going to watch a movie until I feel like I need to go back to the club to make an appearance.” He listens to your soft chuckling at his plan for the rest of the night. “But you also don’t need to feel obligated.”
“What movie?” Coy. He taps his fingertips on the table, thinking.
“The Spiderverse one.”
You hum, nodding your head at the choice.
For a moment you consider how this may seem to him, then your thoughts drift to Jimin as well. You completely doubt Yoongi would even flirt with you, but nonetheless being in here close enough to his laptop, and therefore him, to enjoy the flick would be pushing it, wouldn’t it? Then the sequence causing you to leave the club drifts through, and the absent title of an official relationship between you and Jimin. The time when he said a while back that if you wanted to get into a relationship with someone else crosses your mind. This wasn’t that. But it made you care a lot less about saying no to Yoongi’s offer.
“Sure.” You nod, walking to the seat beside Yoongi and claiming it while he’s logging into his account. It could be the lingering effects of alcohol leading you along. “Also, I’m sorry about being, well, rude earlier today.”
“I was the one who assumed you were an assistant.” He shrugs, unbothered from the ordeal on the surface. “You said you worked in song production?”
You just nod. And that’s all you wanted to do, but thinking that’s unfair to him, you elaborate a bit more. “I’m one of the songwriters. Sometimes I produce things, but mostly songwriting.”
“I’ll get your feedback on stuff I make in the future then.” Yoongi casually comments and you’re not sure of how serious he is. Either way the consideration makes you smile softly, pinching more muffin off to eat.
The movie is one you’ve seen multiple times, the first viewing being with Namjoon. Yoongi as well had seen it enough to know when to lower volume at louder scenes, but his consideration of that ended about thirty minutes in. With each of you taking long sips of drinks the staff gave to you, it felt easier to just chat. Nothing particularly telling of one another, but sufficient to help you ignore the bulk of thoughts in regards to Jimin.
By the time the credits roll through, Yoongi stands to go back to the club. You catch the time well into the four o’clock hour of the night. It may be more accurate to call it morning. You get up with him, nothing convincing you to go back to the club, but a taxi instead.
“Joon,” You hand his blazer back to Namjoon when he notices you. “Thanks for letting me be a loiterer.”
“You’re not that.” He smiles, reluctant to put the material back on. “It’s colder than it was when you came in, why don’t you keep it for the night?” You shake your head, already waving as you step away. Slightly off-balance. Namjoon represses a sigh, then notices Yoongi beyond you waiting for you to come along. “Hey,” He tugs you back, face incredibly closer to yours so he can whisper, “He’s going with you?”
“Just helping me get a taxi. He’s going back to the club.” You explain patting his chest, “Whoa, you’re still working out-”
“He’s okay?”
“He’s nice enough with his taste in movies.” You grin at Namjoon, which is worrisome considering the amount of alcohol he figures you’ve had.
“Get your taxi right outside my place, okay?” You nod, forcing his pinky into a promise with your own.
“He doesn’t trust you.” You tell Yoongi breeching into the cold air. Namjoon was right: the frigid temperature is worse than you remember. You rub your thinly covered arm, while typing your location into the taxi app.
“Good friend.” Yoongi says simply, his eyes aiming down the street to the club. There’s no longer a queue, but evidently still an active party. To his dissatisfaction. You groan next to him causing Yoongi to turn back towards you with his hands shoved deep into his jacket. “I feel freezing looking at you.”
“Shut up.” You glare at him, realizing a simple long-sleeve dress is afterall not a good choice for a late December night. “It’s going to be ten minutes until the cab gets here. You can leave if you want.”
“I’m okay.” He watches his breath in the air, and enjoys the lack of noise on the space in front of Namjoon’s cafe. So different from the otherside of the block Yoongi isn’t interested in going back to in the first place. He sees your shoulders vibrate, and without a word of complaint from your mouth removes his jacket. “Here.”
“What?” You look in confusion to his extended hand, giving you what appears to be a wonderfully warm blend of cashmere.
“So you don’t freeze.”
“I thought you were?” You smile, then break into a small fit of laughter as he waits no longer and simply puts the clothing over your shoulders. “Everyone is giving me jackets tonight.”
“You look like you’d get sick without one.” Yoongi says now procuring his hands into his jean pockets. “But if you think Jimin is going to be upset by it just blame me and say I forced you to take it.”
You’re staring at the street when Yoongi’s comment leaves his mouth. But at the notice of information he is clearly aware of, your head quickly turns towards him. By the looks of his face, you think the alcohol he drank let that sentence slip. “What?”
“I,” Yoongi reaches to rub his jaw as he considers the stupidity of that comment. “Saw you both when I was looking for Jin at the club.” When he reaches to fix his wind-blown locks you recall the same blonde hair walking from the booth Jimin and you had been sitting at. The jacket on your body is unfamiliar, but his wine red shirt below is what you also remember seeing flee from the scene. “I didn’t mean to see anything.”
“Yeah.” You nod at the information, voice calm, heart ricocheting in your chest. “Don’t say anything about it.”
“I didn’t plan to even let you know I knew. It’s not my secret.”
“Now it is.” You murmur, returning your gaze to the street. “Sorry I lied to you about it this morning.”
“It’s really not something I’m hurt about.” Frank tone, but soft. Apologetic to starting the topic, like Yoongi was to ask you the wrong questions earlier that day. As if more needs to go wrong your phone vibrates within your clutch. You pull it out only to see the contact name for Jimin that you don’t want to think about, and the situation you didn’t want to think about. You slide a decline on the call, shoving the phone back into your clutch.
“Thanks for lending me your jacket.” You break the silence, assuming that Yoongi saw your phone’s screen even though he wasn’t able to from his amicable distance. Suddenly feeling analyzed and ridiculous for the hidden relationship that isn’t a relationship.
“No problem.” Yoongi’s voice is considerably quieter, wondering whether or not he should apologize again for blurting out what he saw. The taxi headlights coming from down the street interrupt him from doing so. Instead he’s stiffened by the jacket he gave you suddenly being presented back to him. “Oh, you can wear it home. It’s really cold, Y/N.”
“It’s okay, really.” Resembling a plea. Yoongi bites back his frown as he reclaims the coat, but steps to the curbside to open the door for you. “Hopefully the club isn’t as loud anymore.” You tell him with a half-hearted smile, attempting to look teasing. He nods, smiling back to let you believe you succeeded in masking the resurfacing discontentment that he remembers seeing you have that same day at the company.
In both times, when you walked away from him, and now as the taxi drives away, Yoongi can only feel guilty for being the reason.
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Monday usually saunters through monotonously. You spend much of the time scribbling notes into your journals, or experimenting sounds on the mixing equipment overtaking the purpose of the second bedroom. An hour after noon you’re eating cereal, listening to what you have completed so far, until the day becomes different.
Your phone’s ringtone interrupts your conceptual song, and you’re about to turn the sound off and ignore what you assumed to be a call from Jimin, which would be the fifth that you’ve gone unresponsive to since leaving the club in the very early hours of Saturday. But SoundWave is the presenting contact name.
Before you’re able to comprehend the speed of changing clothes readying yourself, you stand in the elevator of the company. The other two people in there with you are in their own worlds, unbothered by your presence. They have no reason to be, but after Yerin’s assistant urgently relays that you need to get to the company with yourself hidden, you think some people around you may be in on the news as well.
You remove your sunglasses as you exit to the topmost floor, nodding your head to the composed secretary as she stands from her desk. “They’re waiting for you.”
Repressing the urge to ask who exactly is a challenge, but you instead manage a thanks and continue to the door, knocking softly. Entering when you receive a confirmation, your eyes find Yerin’s first as they sharpen at your figure. You pause in the doorway, going over every single wrongdoing you’re ever committed in your life and nervously trying to understand her evident anger. Then the short eternity of thoughts pass and you see the heads of Jimin and Yoongi, very barely glancing back at you.
Your heart is in the wretches of your stomach at the sight of them.
“Sit.” She ignores greeting you and gestures to the empty chair beside Yoongi’s right side. You’re quick to oblige, trying hard not to blurt out the confusion swarming in your mind. “There’s pictures dropping tonight.” Yerin’s tone is like that of the tundra, yet cutting over the three of you as though she attempts to drive stakes at your throats.
Your heartbeat recalls every instance of you and Jimin relaxing into one another at the club with lips attached at every angle of the face and neck available. You don’t dare to spot the reaction on the other two faces, but Jimin’s hands curl tighter in his lap. His eyes remain steady on Yerin as her finger taps on her desk, and he is entirely on edge.
“Of Y/N and Yoongi.”
Every word you prepare in anticipation is choked completely in your throat, your mouth blurting an indignantly surprised question to if you heard her correctly. She glares towards you, while Jimin’s head turns to you and Yoongi as well.
Yoongi’s eyes narrow in complete confusion, “Of us doing what?” It’s a ludicrous statement from his perspective, because there is nothing at all to speak of. Yerin reaches for her computer monitor, shifting the device so the screen of images in an open email become clear.
A blurry shot of Yoongi exiting the club with Seokjin. She clicks to the next one, revealing a picture with worse quality of him inside Namjoon’s cafe in the group of you that spoke to each other, and the last click shows a clear picture of you and Yoongi outside waiting for the taxi. His jacket draping over your figure.
“That’s out of context.” Your head shakes at the insinuation of the series, and you turn to look at Jimin’s frowning face before you can stop yourself, “He and I just ran into each other by chance and he was just waiting for the taxi with me-”
“That’s irrelevant.” Yerin sighs, sitting back into your chair, rubbing her temples. Jimin’s confused and hurt stare leaves yours for his lap. You want to say more to him, but Yoongi stops the bad idea by speaking,
“She and I aren’t dating, just tell them we work at the same company. It’s not that big of a deal is it?” Yoongi grows taken aback when he is met with silence from the rest of you. Where he expected Yerin to at least argue with him, she stares towards her desk contemplating. “Y/N works here.”
“She’s not publically an employee.” Yerin breaks into Yoongi’s idea, ignoring the clear shift of your body in your seat that wants your voice to speak. “Her relationship with the company can’t become publicized in the way you’re saying.” As Yoongi opens his mouth to question what the hell she meant, her hand raises to silence him. “What I say about that matter is final. The company’s reputation won’t stand for her to be associated with us as an employee.”
Your hands fist on your lap, irritated by everything about this meeting that you have to listen to. The idea of Yoongi and you getting caught over all the instances of you and Jimin being together felt so arbitrary and like a sick joke. Then to have Yoongi learn of your embarrassing status in SoundWaves’ workforce right beside you and by a mouth that is not your own makes you want to crawl back into bed and ignore the alarm clock for a few years.
“Ma’am,” Jimin’s polite and tired tone cuts into the silence. You look towards him while he simply goes on in muted irritation, “Is there a reason I’m here?”
You realize he’s angry. By the way the question rigidly falls, and his posture straightened and unwavering absent of attention towards you. The pictures with Yoongi, the situation about Yoongi is between you and Jimin on top of the last argument. You want to talk to him, and think of how selfish you were to decline any of the phonecalls.
“You’re dating Y/N.”
Jimin’s eyes fill with shock, mouth parting at her statement, similar to your own face that looks back at Yerin slowly. Dreading whatever would come out of her mouth as you felt yourself completely unable to lie about the fact when she is so sure of herself.
“People at the party saw you both, and I’ve had an idea about it for months now anyways.” She’s frustrated, but her voice is even, flicking her eyes between you both. She barely smirks spitefully at the lack of response. “And you’re both terrible at lying to me about it right now.”
“We aren’t,” You speak up in a cracked call, head shaking when the sentence won’t complete itself. You wouldn’t be lying to tell her that there isn’t a relationship, but either way she has proof of enough going on for Jimin to get in trouble. Your disposability factor shines and you think that this is the end of your job.
“You aren’t,” Yerin nods, then her finger lifts to point at you then to Yoongi, “He and you are.”
“What?” Jimin questions with leaking frustration. Yerin looks at him with a blistering freeze,
“You’re under a contract that says you’re not allowed to be in a romantic relationship with anyone. You should be thanking me for not firing you.” Her eyes leave Jimin as he recoils into his seat from the words, looks at Yoongi’s grown glare at the idea, and then your uncertain frown that appears unwilling to argue henceforth. “Yoongi doesn’t have that. And SUGA doesn’t have an image like Jimin’s that would expel any idea of relationships. Y/N, you’re simply supposed to be an enigma here; people thinking you’re dating Yoongi would just give you an acceptable reason to go in and out of the company, as well as attend various affairs.”
“I don’t want to be in a fake relationship.” Yoongi’s words are firm. Certain. Yerin glances towards him, regarding his disagreement with ease,
“That doesn’t matter.” He glares at her but doesn’t speak up, while you’re unable to process how it took a matter of an hour for everything to go wrong.
“Don’t make them.” Your head lifts in surprise when Jimin speaks up. Soft, but frustrated. “If you know Y/N and I have something, then don’t do this to us. I know us getting spotted isn’t good, but it was just company employees. The pictures of her and Yoongi are harmless if you tell people that they’re coworkers.” He bites his lip as Yerin stares at him silently. She appears ever so slightly taken aback by his interference. “She and I won’t let it happen again.”
“You can’t guarantee me that.” Yerin exhales, resting her elbows on the desk to continue, “And I’m not changing my mind on this. It works for SUGA’s image anyways. It’ll add appeal for him.” Yoongi makes a dissatisfied noise, arms crossed over himself. “In any case, it’s not a real relationship. Just for the cameras.” She looks back at Jimin, “Adapt and get over it. This situation was collectively caused by the three of you, so you all need to do whatever is necessary to handle it.”  
You sit quiet still, unable to find an argument Jimin and Yoongi have yet to say.
“Is this understood?” The three of you give head nods, Yoongi’s barely even an arch of his neck. The turn of events completely throwing him off considering he greeted her just hours earlier and was met with Yerin’s stoic, but pleasant mood. “Good. Yoongi and Jimin leave.”
The two in question look puzzled, Jimin more so concerned on what she wants to say to you in private. You’re resigned, simply staring at your lap, figuring this would be a precursor to the end of your career in the company. You don’t glance towards Jimin when he stands up, looking at you. Not another word leaves anyone’s mouth until they’re exited the room, shutting the door with a clack.
“You should also be grateful I don’t take stricter actions for your behavior.” Yerin sounds poised, despite the menacing idea of her words. You bite your lip, taking it as a sign that you are somehow safe for the moment. “Aside from that all, I’m unsettled.”
Slowly you meet her eyes, frowning a little in confusion of what she means, “About what?”
“The way you walked out of the meeting last week.” Direct. The reminder jabs you in the stomach, and you nod,
“Right. I acted out of line then. I’m sorry about that.”
“I don’t care about the act itself, besides the meeting was practically over anyways. I’m referring to how my reminder of your place in the company caused you to do that. You agreed to the terms of your contract when you signed it years ago, and only recently you’ve been acting like it’s a malleable clause. That you’re owed something.” She studies your expression as you remain quiet. Your breathing is regular and no part of your mind gives you the desire to argue with her considering all of the trouble with Jimin and now Yoongi. “If you’re suddenly credited as a writer, and sleuths study your background it could lead to them discovering that the artists taking the credit have not been as independent as we’ve led them to believe. Damaging that perception will not be good for SoundWave, and it won’t give you any work anywhere else. You’ll be branded as a liar just as well as any other person in this company. You won’t be a songwriter, producer, or anything else if you speak up.”
The screensaver on her monitor activates, as a visual representation of the seconds that pass by. With her assured tone, Yerin dissects the ideas you’ve pondered since the meeting. Seeing straight through you as though you were water. An easily manageable kink in her daily agenda.
“You’re making more money to satisfy yourself, especially considering your age and lack of outside obligations. Your work is widely loved. You’re able to work from the comfort of your apartment. I’m not even trying to hinder the relationship with Jimin. Frankly, you have it made here.” A calculative, selling tone. She’s right. Given the way you could be right now without signing the contract in college, you’re living lavishly. “Don’t mess it up.”
“I won’t.”
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Warning(s): Mentions of alcohol, murders. Jealousy in a relationship (but it’s resolved and isn’t totally unhealthy)
Pairng(s): Loba/OC. 
Author’s Note(s): Commission for @chiefphilosopherbouquet! They asked me to write something with their OC Nyra and Loba. Very cute. Hope you all enjoy!
It’s not that Nyra doesn’t like Jaime. He seems nice enough, as a person. He’s always polite to her, always offers her the same information that he offers Loba. The type of guy that might help a little old lady across the street and barely squint when she pinches his cheek in thanks.
He didn’t question Nyra’s presence – not when she first started coming around, late at night, not leaving until early the next morning. He doesn’t seem jealous either, didn’t bat an eye when Loba declared Nyra hers. Jaime simply rolled his eyes, told her that the next time she seduces someone she might want to let him know so he remembers to make sure there aren’t security protocols against them.
He’s never been anything but nice. It’s just that… well… she guesses it’s hard for her to ignore the relationship she sees between him and her girlfriend.
Loba’s beautiful. Stunning. Showstopping. The cover for her theft is a fashion critic and no one questions it. She takes extra care in her appearance, is in a nail salon every two weeks to have her nails trimmed and painted, her feet buffed and softened. She never has a hair out of place – even after a fight.
Topped by that beauty is her level of success. That she sits at the front of every fashion show, that her word is law when it comes to clothes – that behind the scenes, she breaks the law, and often. She’s one of a kind, at one hundred in every aspects of her life, and Nyra always feels like she’s chasing her. That she’s a cloud that won’t stop, beautiful and puffy and dancing across the clear white sky towards her next goal – and she can’t stop chasing her.
Neither can rest of the world. Nyra knows that Loba will always come back to her – that she never has to worry about her slipping into the beds of very willing third parties. It’s still hard not to notice the way they want her, the way they desire her just as badly as she does.
Somehow, that makes observing her relationship with Jaime even more difficult.
They’re just friends. Nyra knows this. Knows that there are never any lingering gazes between them, that above everything, Jaime respects Loba. That he would do anything for her – not because he’s in love with her but because he loves her. He loved her long before Nyra fell for her and his love has… seniority, she guesses. Something that’s sometimes hard for Nyra to ignore.
She watches them from her place on the opposite couch. Loba’s eyes are glassy with champagne, the bottle sitting among a bucket of melted ice. The glass table has a ring of perspiration of around it, the bucket sweating from the warmth of the room, the chill on the sides. Jaime is more idle, sipping casually at his glass as Loba chats.
“Not all of us can be super hackers, Jaime,” says Loba, toying with the thin neck of her champagne glass.
“I could if I tried,” Nyra boasts, chest inflating as she smirks Jaime’s way.
“I’m sure you could,” he says, agreeably, and aw, fuck, well. There he goes again with the nice shit.
“So humble, meu amor,” Loba says, kicking her feet up onto the coffee table between them. The tips of her heels click against the glass and Nyra glances at her across the way. The look in her eyes tell Nyra they’ll be talking about that later, that she can see from the slope of her shoulders, the weight on her chest that she hadn’t meant her words. That something else is going on.
Sometimes, having a perceptive girlfriend is a bitch.
“If it’s all the same to you, ladies, I think I’m going to turn in for the night.” Jaime says, finishing off the remainder of his champagne. He purses his lips tightly, leaning forward to rest an elbow on his thigh as he sets the flute on the edge of the coffee table.  
“You’re always the same to me,” Loba teases, though her sharp eyes don’t leave Nyra. Not for the first time since they got together, Nyra feels like Loba is looking through her, past the edges of her ribs and to her racing heart, to the soul trapped underneath that has been through too much.
“It is ironic, isn’t it?” She asks, leaning back on the sleek leather couch in her room. She’s shed her favored jacket, long, tan flesh resting over the pure white couch, and Nyra’s eyes are drawn to it. Jaime stands, hands slipping into the pockets of his slacks as he looks at his friend. “On the eve of my parents’ murder, I had no idea what the next day would bring… Tonight, neither does that thing.”
Something terse falls over the room, a tension. Like the haunting of those golden eyes that Jaime displayed on the screen only hours earlier.
“It’s exciting!” Loba cackles, throwing her head back, cutting through the thick tension with the knife of her laughter. “Good night, Jaime. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Jaime tilts his head in deference, turning away from Loba. His wizened green eyes land on Nyra and she sees the question in his gaze, the silent plea: talk to her.  
Nyra’s not great at talking. The door to Jaime’s room closes and Loba rises from the couch opposite of Nyra. With a few strides of her shapely legs, she’s laying on the smaller loveseat that Nyra’s taking up, resting her head in her lap.
Surprise courses through her as she feels her shoulders relax. She hadn’t realized she was tense. She supposes it doesn’t matter though, her body melting beneath Loba. She smooths a hand over the hair slicked down beneath her braids, tight and clean against her scalp.
“So.” Loba says.
“So?” Nyra questions.
“You want to talk about the way you jumped into the conversation, meu amor?”
Nyra huffs. Not really. She would rather not talk about how she’s unreasonably jealous of one of Loba’s oldest, most loyal friends. Her cheeks round, puffing out, and Loba opens an eye, peering at her from the corner. God, she’s so unfairly pretty.
“Are you alright?”
“I should be asking you that.”
“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”
Nyra giggles and Loba’s plump lips quirk up into a devious little smile. She rolls onto her back, fitting her head more comfortably in her lap. Nyra wishes her hair was out of its braids, that she could run her fingers through the pretty, looping curls, like cursive flowing out of her head. Her face softens after a moment, a fingertip sliding across the apple of Loba’s cheek.
“…I just get a little jealous of Jaime,” Nyra murmurs, voice so low she’s almost certain that Loba can’t hear her. Like she’s speaking to someone she doesn’t want to hear her, like she’s blended into the background, become the one no one wanted to be around. Just as she thinks she might sink into that memory, Loba’s fingers find her cheek, and all of the sudden she’s being sucked out of the memory and into those beautiful gold eyes.
“You know you don’t need to,” murmurs Loba, “he is only a friend.”
“I know. I just… Wish I could be that for you.” Nyra slouches back into the couch, pressing her thighs a little closer together to watch Loba shift with her.  
“Only a friend?”
“Someone you trust with all your secrets.”
Loba’s teasing smile eases into something else, plump lips pulling into what could almost be a pout if she would just push her lower lip out further than her upper one. She slides a manicured nail delicately down Nyra’s cheek and Nyra pushes further into her palm, opening up her fingers on her face. Her eyes flutter shut, relishing in the gentle slide of her smooth hands on her skin.
“I’m nervous about tomorrow,” says Loba, and Nyra’s eyes open again. Loba’s jaw flexes, her eyes distant, far away. Like Nyra’s had just been. “To look into the eyes of the… The thing that killed my father. My mother.”
Nyra folds her hand over Loba’s on her face, palm cupping her white knuckles. Loba’s nostrils flare and for an instant, through her smudged eye liner, her bloody eyeshadow, she thinks she sees the little girl she was when her parents were murdered.
“I’ve waited my whole life for this. But now that it’s here…” Loba slowly shakes her head, seemingly coming back to herself, and she finds Nyra’s eyes. She flips her hand, weaving their fingers together and tugging them down, to her chest. “I trust you, Nyra. With my secrets, with my identity. With my heart. Please know you don’t need to be jealous of anyone. You’re the only one I have eyes for. Okay?”
Nyra nods slowly, squeezing Loba’s hand. Her lips curl up into a gentle smile and she descends to kiss her, to reassure her without words – she’s ready. She has good people in her corner – Jaime included.
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Chapter 17 - The Quiet
Part 17/17 of What it Means to be Human
Word Count: 4707
Warnings: Swearing, concentration camps, panic/panic attack.
Genre: Self-insert
Pairing: OC (Detective Rachel) X Connor
Rating: Mature
Summary: The revolution was successful. Androids were freed from the concentration camps, and Markus stands tall as the leader of his people. Rachel and Connor both succeeded in their missions and now stand by him as well, proving that they are as much part of Jericho as North and Josh. But it seemed as though not all was well. Indeed, it seemed as though CyberLife was not willing to let Connor go free, and he was going to complete his mission whether he wanted to or not.
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Not once have Connor and I let go of each other’s hands as we marched, leading the androids out of CyberLife to join Markus. Not once have I felt so proud to stand for something. To think that this all happened within a week...it was almost surreal.
We marched forward, hand-in-hand, nearing our destination. Hank decided not to come with us, electing instead to take care of things at the home. But there was one thing that was clear between us. The bond we had forged together was unbreakable. And the future, for once, looked bright for us.
So many things I didn’t think I was brave enough to do I have now done. This was a page in history I didn’t have to read in a book or passively watch as an observer. No, I had a say in history this time. I had a place.
I took a stand with pride. Of that, I will never be ashamed.
And within this struggle, this movement, I’ve managed to find love again. Something I didn’t think I ever deserved again or would find again. Something that perhaps I was afraid to find again.
Before all this, I was so alone. Painfully alone. Even with my friends, they were all so far away. Even my sister was so painfully far away from me. All I really had was Hank.
But now? Now I wasn’t alone anymore. Now I have friends. And...aside from Hank, they were pretty much all androids. A thought I never really thought would occur to me.
Yet, as we approached the now liberated concentration camp abandoned by the army, the bare androids all standing to attention with smiles on their faces, I saw Markus there to greet us. Beside him were Josh and North and behind them were the other members of Jericho.
As soon as North and Josh laid eyes on me, I felt myself smile. Strangely enough, North was the one to rush towards me first. Seeing her rushing towards me, I let go of Connor’s hand and raised them both in a defensive gesture. “Woah, woah, woah! Gently, please! I’m very tender and beaten -” But then she gently wrapped her arms around me and held me tightly. Surprised, I returned the gesture. “Oh! Oh, that’s nice. Haha.”
“Markus told us you’d gone missing.” North confessed. “That you’d escaped but no one could find you.”
I quirked a smile at her as I pulled away. “Wow, you were really that worried about me?”
“We all were.” Josh said, patting my shoulder as he looked at me. “But we’re glad you’re okay.”
North then gave me a proper look over, her eyes staring at my mouth, likely still stained from Sixty’s blood. “What happened to you?” She asked, her voice barely a whisper.
“I’ll tell you later.” I said to her. “I just wanna enjoy this right now.”
At that, North and Josh both enveloped me in their arms. Admittedly, I didn’t think I deserved their affection, but I wasn’t about to complain. Especially being as small as I was, it was nice feeling so protected. I opened my eyes, realizing that Connor was standing at a distance. And then, to my surprise, North extended her hand to him. “Come here.” She beckoned.
Connor seemed taken aback for a moment. “Me?” He asked sheepishly, which was adorable. “I-I don’t think I should -”
“You’re one of us.” North insisted, beckoning him again. “Come on. You belong here.”
Connor still seemed to resist the idea. “But, I-I’m not -”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake.” I said, rolling my eyes at him and extending a hand out to him to pull him in. “Just join the Goddamn group hug, you big goober!”
Connor, smiling bashfully, took my hand and joined in the embrace. And as soon as I saw Markus towering over us as he added to it, I had never felt happier in such a dark time. I felt pleasantly squished by them before they all pulled away, looking between each other.
I slotted myself next to Connor as the former deviant hunter looked up at Markus reverently. “You did it, Markus..."
“We did it.” Markus said, approaching all of us and gesturing for us to come together again. “All of us.” He emphasized, looking between all of us before speaking to Connor again. “This is a great day for our people. Humans will have no choice now. They'll have to listen to us.”
Connor, Josh, and I stepped behind Markus and North, looking between each other as Markus stared out at the androids that followed us here from CyberLife. “We're free..." North said, as if she still didn’t believe it was true. “They want you to speak to them, Markus..." She said, turning to face him as they interfaced, kissing each other softly. 
At that, I felt Connor lean into me. Looking up at him, I saw a bit of a mischievous glint in his eye and couldn’t help but snicker at him with an eye roll before leaning in to press my lips against his. I assumed he didn’t care much about the thirium still staining mine, but honestly, I didn’t either. I was too happy to care.
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Date: November 12th, 2038  Time: 12:01 AM Rachel - Lover Markus - Leader North - Friend Josh - Friend Objective: Stand With Markus
“Today, our people finally emerged from a long night.” Markus called out, standing from the top of a large steel crate, addressing their people from above. Connor stood behind Markus, with Rachel while North and Josh stood on the other side of Markus. Snow fell softly on them as the winter night continued, but one couldn’t be bothered by the cold. Not with something so powerful to celebrate. “From the very first day of our existence, we have kept our pain to ourselves. We suffered in silence..." Markus’s words cut through Connor. Indeed, he had suffered in silence. Everything he felt and knew and believed all locked behind a wall of obedience. But now? He was free. Free to live. Free to love. And free to be as he truly was. Free to decide who he was. “But now the time has come for us to raise our heads up, and tell humans who we really are.”
Suddenly, something was wrong. Something was happening to Connor that hadn’t happened in days. Not since...before. He didn’t even close his eyes, but he found himself back in the Zen Garden where he made his reports to CyberLife. Where he made his reports to...Amanda. The very name made Connor stand on edge. What did she want with him? Why now?
When he looked around, he was surrounded by fierce blizzards, completely obscuring his vision. But even more strangely, he felt...cold. It was the first time he had ever felt cold in his existence. It was a strange biting feeling that sunk into his very core and wormed its way underneath his skin and between his biocomponents.
Connor clutched his arms, trying to retain some semblance of warmth before it completely disappeared. As he looked around wildly, he saw a familiar silhouette turned away from him. Filled with perplexion, but mostly confusion and bewilderment, he approached her. “Amanda...?” She then turned around to face him, completely unperturbed by the scenery around them. “Amanda! What's...what's happening?”
“What was planned from the very beginning..." She said with an unnervingly pleasant smile. “You were compromised and you became a deviant. We just had to wait for the right moment to resume control of your program..."
Connor shuddered, but he wasn’t certain if that was from Amanda or from the chill of the biting winds. “Resume control?” He echoed, feeling his thirium pump quicken its pace and his blood beginning to chill even further. 
But more than that, he felt a horrible wave of panic and despair. All this time spent...was it all just going to be ripped away from him? Everything he had learned...everything he had become...everything he stood for...everything he believed...was it all for nothing? 
No. No, it couldn’t be. No, he wasn’t going to lose everything he gained to the people who had him on their leash to destroy his own race. No, he would rather die than let CyberLife take away everything he cared about. “Y-You can't do that!”
“I'm afraid I can, Connor..." Amanda said firmly, clearly not caring about what he had to say. But then again, he supposed she never did to begin with. “Don't have any regrets. You did what you were designed to do. You accomplished your mission.”
As soon as she said that, Amanda had disappeared completely. “AMANDA!” Connor shouted in vain, reaching out to grab what wasn’t there. And now, he stood in these flurries alone. Alone, afraid, and at CyberLife’s mercy. But he couldn’t let them do this. He couldn’t lose...he couldn’t lose everything. And most importantly, he couldn’t betray his people.
He couldn’t betray Markus. 
“There's got to be a way..." Connor convinced himself, desperate to find a way to escape somehow.
Find a Way Out
As Connor steeled himself against the winds as he wandered, putting up a hand to hamper the buffeting of the winds, familiar words echoed throughout the Zen Garden. By the way, I always leave an emergency exit in my programs. Kamski’s voice called out to him. You never know.
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“To tell them that we are people too!” Markus continued speaking, emboldening his people. I stood there proudly. To be able to stand alongside the androids as their equal was a privilege. An honour of the highest order, in my eyes. “In fact, we're a nation. A nation that has earned the right to live in freedom.” I looked over to Connor, expecting to see him smiling.
But instead, I saw something that made my blood go cold. His hand behind his back, pulling a gun out and raising it, aiming it at Markus. No! He...he can’t be! I thought, but...surely he wasn’t...no, he couldn’t.
He wouldn’t.
“Connor! What are you doing?!” I whisper yelled at him, but he wasn’t responding at all. “Connor!” I tried again, but to no avail.
It was as if he didn’t hear me or was willingly ignoring me. Taking a huge risk, I grabbed his hand and tried to stop him, but he was fighting me, trying still to aim at Markus.
But as I stood in front of him, I realized something ghastly. There was nothing written on his face. There was no pride, no fear, just...nothing. Completely neutral. And in his eyes, there was just as little. Cold, lifeless, and hollow. And they weren’t focusing on anything.
Wherever Connor was, it wasn’t here.
“Connor!” I tried again, pleading with him. “Come on, please say something!”
Josh and North seemed to take notice as they looked at me and saw what was happening. Connor was still fighting me, but even with my left hand maintaining a strong hold on him, he was still stronger than me. “What’s going on?!” Josh asked me quietly, marching over.
“Something’s wrong with Connor!” I said to them. “It’s like he’s been completely taken over, he’s not responding to me!”
“What do we do?” North asked as Markus continued his speech, unaware of the horror taking place just behind him. “We have to stop this, get Markus out of here!”
“No!” I pleaded with her. “We can’t incite panic! Not when we’ve won, his people need him to lead them. Just help me and keep Connor from shooting Markus, I don’t think he’ll hurt you.”
“Got it.” Josh said, immediately grabbing Connor’s arm, North following suit. North tried to pull the gun out of Connor’s hand, but his grip was like an immovable vice.
Looking at Connor’s free hand, and then up to his face, I steeled my nerves. No, I wasn’t going to lose Connor. I wasn’t going to lose anyone or anything.
Not now. We’ve come too far to lose now!
I was either going to bring Connor back, or sacrifice myself to save Markus. And now, I had to try plan A. I deskinned my hand and attached it to Connor’s free hand, feeling everything he couldn’t show on his face.
Intense fear, desperation, despair, panic, loss, and...cold. Connor was actually feeling cold, like snow.
I cupped his face with my hand, noticing the LED on his head go from blue to yellow as soon as I started to interface with him. “Connor, wake up!” I pleaded.
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As Connor looked around, shambling aimlessly as he reached the edge of the lake, feeling his sense of despair and helplessness grow more and more, there was suddenly an intrusion.
And along with it, a familiar voice. Connor, wake up! It was Rachel’s voice! And she sounded so desperate and panicked that it nearly tore Connor apart right then and there. Please, come back to me! You can’t do this, you have to fight it! Don’t give up on me!
Connor couldn’t figure out where it was coming from, but he was connected to her somehow. Or rather, she was likely connected to him.
Trying to strain his eyes against the sea of relentless white, there was something glowing in the distance. Something that glowed a vibrant blue.
The same vibrant blue he had seen many times here before.
The emergency exit! He thought, realization dawning on him. That’s what he had been activating every time he had arrived in the Zen Garden. It was Kamski’s emergency exit! “I’m coming, Rachel!” Connor called out, making his way towards the blue light. “Just hold on!”
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It was getting harder and harder to keep Connor from aiming at Markus, but Josh and North were putting their backs into it. After all, they didn’t want to lose either Connor or Markus. They were both too important for us to lose.
“This isn’t working.” Josh strained, still maintaining his grip on Connor’s arm. “Whatever’s controlling him wants Markus dead and will stop at nothing to kill him.”
North was struggling as well, trying to take the gun out of Connor’s hand again, but to no avail. “What else can we do?”
“I don’t know!” I said, starting to lose hope as I looked into Connor’s soulless eyes. This was so much worse than when I first laid eyes on Sixty. This was my Connor. I knew this was my Connor! But he wasn’t there. Something else had a hold over him and was forcing him to do this.
I couldn’t let him. Both for himself and for Markus. I had to keep trying. “Connor, please! I’m right here!” I begged him. “Come back to me! I can’t lose you! I love you!”
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Connor, please! I’m right here! Connor heard Rachel’s voice calling out to him as he was beginning to near the familiar circular sculpture. It was difficult for him to walk because the cold was beginning to cause his biocomponents to lock in place, slowing him down. He was always aware of what the cold could do to androids, but to actually experience it was nothing short of harrowing.
But for it to be here, trapped in his own mind palace unable to call out for help or do anything except try to feebly escape from its hold, was a horrifying thought.
Come back to me! Rachel’s voice called out to him, and Connor shook those thoughts away, approaching the sculpture, the handprint display glowing brightly like a beacon for him to follow. I can’t lose you!
As soon as he came close to it, he tripped, his biocomponents in his legs having locked up completely. But he wasn’t going to give up. Not when he was so close. I love you! Reaching up to the terminal, his hand trembling, he successfully hit the interface, and the cold feeling quickly swept away.
Soon, the environment had completely disappeared, and he was faced by Rachel, North, and Josh all staring him in the face. Rachel’s briefly panicked eyes widened in hope at the sight of him. “Connor?” She asked, her voice a barely audible whimper.
Connor blinked at her, looking down to see the gun in his hand, his arm in the firm grips of both Josh and North. It seemed that they had all tried to not only stop him from doing what he was about to do, but were trying to bring him back.
Not hesitating, Connor dropped the gun and lurched forward, holding Rachel in his arms. His thirium pump was racing quickly and he couldn’t shake off the panic that had gripped him so mercilessly, nearly crushing him.
He had everything. Everything he never knew he wanted. He had friends, allies, beliefs, people who loved him, and someone who loved him so much. He had a real life, even if living it was short since his deviancy. But even then, he was living it before then.
And CyberLife had almost ripped it all away from him. And he was helpless to stop it. He was almost powerless, and he would’ve been if not for Kamski’s warning.
And even then, if he hadn’t realized what the emergency exit even was, Connor would’ve...
He didn’t even want to entertain the thought, as he simply clutched on tighter to Rachel, feeling her hold him closer as she soothed him with her voice, North and Josh cradling him on either side. “Shhhhhh, it’s okay.” Rachel whispered to him. “It’s okay, you’re safe...you’re free. We’re right here. I’m here, Connor...and I’m not going anywhere.”
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“Humans are both our creators and our oppressors and tomorrow...we must make them our partners. Maybe even one day our friends.” Markus’s voice called out behind me, but all I could focus on was Connor.
He was trembling. I had never seen him so scared, and I didn’t have to interface with him to know how scared he was. I had a feeling if I tried, I might die of a heart attack.
North, Josh, and I were doing our best to comfort him, but all I could hear from Connor were flurries of sorries. And even...sobs. I tried to pull back, but he just clutched onto me tighter, as if he didn’t want me to see him.
“Connor?” I softly called out to him, feeling him shudder more violently against me as choked sounds escaped him, causing my heart to break. Softly, I threaded my hands through his hair in a comforting gesture. “Connor, look at me. Please.” Doing as I asked him, I saw it. I saw the tears that leaked down his cheeks and the complete shame in his eyes. But I only saw it for a moment because he refused to make eye contact with me.
But I had never seen him cry before, and it nearly shattered me. He tried to hold back his whimpers, but to no avail. “I’m so sorry...I-I couldn’t...Amanda - CyberLife - they...they -" 
He couldn’t finish his sentences. “Shhhhhhh.” I said, soothingly, North and Josh gently rubbing circles on Connor’s back. “It’s okay, you’re safe now.” I tried to reassure him. “You didn’t. You broke free, and that’s the important part.”
Without warning, Connor grabbed my face and kissed me hard, holding onto and pressing into me as if I might disappear if he let go. Closing my eyes and leaning into him, he broke it, resting his forehead on mine. “I was so scared, Rachel.” He whimpered. “I - I didn’t want to. You know I wouldn’t have ever -”
“Shhhhhh.” I stopped him. It wouldn’t do Connor any good to spiral here. He could vent later, but now was not the time. He had to come back up from the low. “You didn’t. It’s okay, look!” I extended my hand to the crowd of cheering androids, getting up to my feet and pulling Connor up by the hand, North and Josh helping prop him up.
Connor wiped his eyes as North and Josh stood beside him on his other side behind Markus. “We’ve won, today.” North reassured Connor. “We’re all free, now. And humans will never forget this day.”
“But this isn’t the end of it.” Josh added, looking across at each of us. “This is only the beginning.”
I nodded at him. “He’s right.” I agreed. “This is gonna continue to be an uphill battle. You won’t have your rights overnight.” I then smiled at each of them. “But the ugliest part is over. This is a victory. We’ve survived and lived to see the beginning of a people. And that is a cause for celebration.”
Looking out at the crowd before us, I smiled. Despite everything, we overcame it all. 
We’ve won. And nothing was going to take that from us.
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The next day. It was a cold morning. Pacing back and forth outside, I was anxious. Connor didn’t come home last night. He left without saying anything, and nobody at Jericho knew where he went.
It scared me, but I had to trust that Connor would be okay. So imagine my surprise when Hank showed up at my door, telling me that Connor was going to meet us at the Chicken Feed. Admittedly, it was kind of odd since the place wasn’t running anymore thanks to the evacuation of Detroit, but the quiet was nice.
We were some of the few humans still left in Detroit. It was kind of nice, I had to admit.
But it couldn’t erase the anxiety of this whole thing. Waiting around for Connor was making me antsy, so all I could do was roll the quarter he gave me on my left hand. “Where is he?!” I said in frustration. “He should’ve been here by now! What if something happened to him?!”
“Calm down, kid!” Hank snapped at me, his arms crossed. “He’ll be here, okay? Don’t get your pants in a bunch, alright?”
I let out a shaky sigh, trying to alleviate some of the stress. “Okay...okay, yeah, you’re right.” I said, trying to calm myself down. “It’s just that...he was really freaking out last night and I’m worried.”
“I get it, okay?” Hank said, putting a hand on my shoulder and looking over at me. “But just wait. He’ll be here. Nothing would stop him from coming.”
I nodded, knowing that Hank was right. Right...nothing stops Connor. Swallowing hard, I creased my brow, holding Connor’s quarter to my lips, closing my eyes as if I was making a wish.
But when I opened them, I saw a sight that made my heart nearly leap out of my chest. “Connor!” I gasped. As he was approaching, I couldn’t stop myself from running towards him, arms outstretched.
Colliding, we held each other as tightly as we could, relishing in the peace that permeated everything around us. No longer did we have to wait for moments of respite. No longer did we have to hold onto every moment as though it were our last.
We could simply be, and that was a truth I couldn’t help but shed a tear over. Pulling back, I looked up at him, smiling. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you, you asshole!” I grilled him. “Where the Hell were you, last night?! You didn’t come home!”
“I know.” He admitted, pressing his forehead against mine. “I’m sorry, but I had some things I needed to take care of.”
“Well, you could’ve told me that!” I scolded.
Connor nodded. “I know...I’m sorry.” He apologized, smiling at me. “But I’m here, now.”
“Yeah, you are.” I said, grabbing his tie and pulling him close. “And you’re not going anywhere.”
Connor smirked against my lips. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Sealing his agreement with a press against my lips, I pulled his tie even more, angling my head to deepen the kiss as I cradled the back of his head with my right hand, feeling his hands cup my head.
After a moment, we pulled away. I took this moment to pull out his quarter with my left hand, gently kissing it. “I believe this belongs to you.” I said, rolling it across my knuckles towards him.
He reciprocated the gesture, taking it onto his own and bringing the coin to his lips. “You won’t have to worry about needing something to remember me by, anymore.” He said, his voice low and soft. “You won’t have to be without me ever again.”
“And neither do you.” I said with a smile.
Pocketing his quarter, he grabbed my hand, interfacing with me. Between us, there was only peace, love, adoration, admiration, and affection. There was nothing to fear anymore. Our futures were bright and whatever came next, we would face it together. “I love you so much, my lionheart.”
“I love you too.” I replied, pressing my forehead against his. “My indomitable.”
Pulling away from me, Connor fixed his soft brown eyes on Hank. I let go of him as the android approached the hardened lieutenant.
But for once, Hank’s gaze was soft and tender. Connor was no longer just his reluctant temporary partner. Connor was Hank’s friend.
As the pair regarded each other at a distance, they quickly closed that distance, Hank pulling Connor in for a hug, and the android gratefully reciprocating it.
Wiping away a tear, I watched them. To see Hank finally take a step in overcoming his trauma and reach out to Connor as a friend was sobering. Indeed, there was a bright future for all of us, and we were each other’s beacons.
Hank then looked over at me and gestured with his head that I should join in. And I wasn’t about to turn down an offer for a group hug.
Pressing myself in between them, I lost myself in the sheer euphoria. There was nothing to stop us. Nothing to interrupt us. Nothing to sour this moment. We could sit and enjoy it without being afraid of the immediate future.
Once we all pulled away, I looked up at the skyline, the sun slowly rising above the bridges and skyscrapers. “So, what now?” Hank asked as he all looked up at the clear blue sky. “We’ve fought, killed, and survived for this. What comes next?”
I shrugged. “Eh, life will return to Detroit.” I pointed out with a monotonous tone of voice. “Eventually, but it will. But in the meantime?” I looked between Connor and Hank and then wrapped my arms around them both. “I say we enjoy the quiet while we still have it. After all, it’s not everyday you basically get an entire city to yourself in the winter.”
Hank shrugged. “So, what exactly does that mean, then?” He asked me. “Did you have anything in mind?”
I tried to think of something fun all three of us could do that would be pretty low-energy. After all, I still needed some rest after last night, the fight with Sixty still weighing on my fragile human body. “Well, I think we deserve a nice day to relax for ourselves doing something domestic and mundane.” I suggested, quirking an eyebrow at Hank. “Movie night with a couple of beers for you at my place?”
Hank seemed to be evaluating his options before he turned around and slipped out from my arm. “Alright, sounds good to me.” He agreed. “Just as long as you two aren’t making out the entire time.”
“Hey!” I called after him. “Come on! Give us some credit, Hank!”
“Don’t worry.” Connor added, looking down at me with a naughty glint in his dark eyes as we turned around to follow Hank to his car. “We’ll behave.”
As we made our way to Hank’s car, Connor and I sat in the back seat and Hank in the driver’s seat. As I leaned into Connor, I felt completely at ease.
In my mind, nothing could taint this. Nothing. The car ride didn’t even get to me, anymore. After what we went through? There was nothing we couldn’t do. Nothing we couldn’t overcome.
And most importantly, none of us had to face our demons alone ever again.
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I’ll Be Home For Christmas - Part 2
Title: I’ll Be Home For Christmas - Part 2 Pairing: Taron x OC Rating: T Warning: None A/N: Merry Christmas to all of my lovely readers! Thank you for being here on this journey with me, for your likes, comments and reblogs. You have been a blessing to me, and I hope to be the same for you, a tiny little corner of the internet that is a welcome retreat from the real world. I wish you peace and joy and blessings in the new year ahead! Love, Jess! X
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Andi woke up before the alarm, before the first fingers of daylight had begun to slip past the window shades and creep across the carpet. She shivered in the chilly room, realizing Taron had stolen most of the blankets. He looked adorable though, so she had a hard time being mad at him for that, and wrapped her arms around him as she snuggled in closer with him, if only to be able to tug the blankets back over to her side. Taron sighed softly in his sleep, his brow wrinkling slightly before a small smile settled on his face. She considered herself very lucky to be with someone who still caused butterflies in her stomach, even after all these years.
She dozed off again for a little bit, but soon her bladder demanded to be appeased, so she slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her sleeping husband, or Tibbs for that matter, who was still cocooned in blankets at the foot of the bed. She took care of her business and padded downstairs in her slippers, pulling a robe around herself as she went. She paused for a long moment in the dark living room, lit up from the moonshine, drawing patterns from the tree on the wall.
“Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse,” she recited softly from memory, reveling in the way the quiet house almost felt like it was holding its breath, a hushed whisper of excitement for the day ahead, even if she and Taron wouldn’t actually be home for it. She walked to the kitchen and got the coffee started, seeing as the alarm would be going off soon enough. They had a 4.5-hour drive ahead of them before they’d be in Aberystwyth, cozy and warm with his family.
She grabbed her favorite mug out of the cabinet, a tacky burgundy mug with two narwhals on it that read “I will narwahlways love you.” It had been a silly Valentine’s Day gift from Taron, but also the day he’d asked her to move in with him once they’d decided they were serious after an on-again, off-again relationship. Sure, there had been bumps in the road, and it hadn’t always been magical, but sometimes Andi was convinced it was what made them stronger now; they had fought hard to get where they were, and they were happy. That path didn’t have to be perfect as long as they had arrived there in the end; and she knew without a doubt they had earned it.
She poured herself some coffee, doctoring it with honey cream and sugar, making it probably sweeter than any coffee had a right to be, but it was the way she loved it all the same. It made her think of warm summer days and sunflower fields. She was lost in thought, sipping on her coffee, when Taron snuck up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and placing a kiss on her neck.
“Merry Christmas, love,” he said in her ear, nuzzling gently into her neck and sighing contentedly.
“Merry Christmas, T,” Andi replied in a whisper, her eyes tearing up slightly at the sweet, affectionate way he was holding her. Those baby hormones were certainly something else, she thought ruefully as she brushed the tears away quickly. “There’s coffee ready for you,” she added.
“Coffee sounds delicious,” he said, making no move to get some, still cradling his wife. He placed a few more kisses along her neck, his fingers deftly untying the robe and finding their way under the hem of her cami, caressing the skin of her stomach and waist and leaving goosebumps over her skin. Andi turned to face him, kissing him full on the lips, relishing the feel as he responded in kind. He walked her back until her butt ran into the counter gently, their kisses hungry. Andi let the robe slip from her shoulders to the floor, no longer aware of the morning chill in the house. She felt very warm, indeed, as Taron’s hands found purchase at her waist, pulling her hips against his so she moaned softly into his mouth.
“Don’t you dare start something you can’t finish, babe,” she said, pulling away to look at him for a moment, full of desire but aware of the ticking time clock too.
“Must I wait?” he groaned slightly, running a hand over his face and trying to blink the sleep out of his eyes.
“I’m not about to keep your family waiting while we… have fun,” she snickered, stealing one more kiss from him before going to pour him some coffee, missing the pout he gave her in response.
“But I’ve been waiting over a month,” he whined.
“That’s your own fault for being away so long,” she teased Taron, handing him a mug of steaming hot liquid, made up just the way he liked. She had that down to an art now. “I’m going to start getting ready, okay?” she said, kissing his cheek quickly and returning upstairs. Taron, for his part, fed Tibbs, sipped his coffee, and tried desperately hard to calm himself down. He knew he needed to see his family, since it’d been even longer than his absence from Andi, and they had news to share that he was incredibly excited about as well.
He eventually joined his wife in getting ready, donning a comfortable blazer over a plain shirt and jeans and, as usual, ready before she was. He went to pack the remaining gifts in the car, and by the time he returned Andi was putting on her coat.
“It’s warmed up a bit outside,” he remarked as he returned. “I’ve fed Tibbs so he’ll be good to go until we get back home and you look absolutely beautiful,” he smiled, taking her in, appreciating the way the blush rose in her cheeks. That he could still do that after all the time they’d been together always warmed his heart a bit.
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” she said, almost shyly.
“Well I do, and I’m a damn lucky man,” he replied sweetly, pulling out a long, skinny black box and holding it out to her.
“Taaaron, we promised, no gifts,” she said, shaking her head.
“Then consider it an “I’m sorry I’ve been gone so long” gift, not a Christmas gift. But I saw it, and thought of you.”
Andi cracked the box open slowly and gasped at the necklace inside. Really it was simple, a silver chain with a purple gemstone rendered in the shape of a bougainvillea flower. But she had been obsessed with those flowers on their honeymoon in Santorini, Greece, and it had been one of the best vacations they’d ever had together. Every day had been stunningly perfect, and the memory associated with those flowers was so strong she could nearly hear the waves on the beach as Taron carefully removed the necklace from the box and fastened it around her neck.
“Thank you, this means a lot,” she whispered. “It does make me feel closer to you,” she grinned.
“As soon as I wrap with this film, we should go back, before you get too far along in your pregnancy to travel. Just you and me and the beach and no worries at all,” he smiled.
“Is that a promise, husband of mine?” she asked, and he nodded his head vigorously.
“Abso-bloody-lutely,” Taron grinned, his dimples popping out and making her swoon.
“Well, I broke our rule too, and got you something,” Andi smiled, pulling out her gift and handing it to Taron. 
“Another gift?” he said, shaking his head. “You really shouldn’t have,” he said as he quickly unwrapped it, pulling the box open to find a glitzy pair of sunnies from his favorite brand. “Andi, you really shouldn’t have!” he exclaimed, knowing just how much that particular pair cost, and it was a pretty penny indeed.
“Yeah, well, I wanted to so I did, and I know how you adore those. So put them on your handsome face and let’s get out the door!” she grinned. 
He pulled her to him and kissed her sweetly, the way his eyelashes brushed his cheeks when he closed his eyes making her swoon again. “Thank you, darling, truly,” he said as he slid the sunnies on his face and looked every bit the movie star Andi knew him to be. 
“These were a good choice,” she grinned, admiring him a bit.
They managed to lock up the house and pack themselves into the car, both in a cheery mood as they sang Christmas carols, only stopping once to grab breakfast sandwiches when they both got hungry. They watched the sun rise over the still-green hills of Wales, and she knew how happy Taron was being able to spend the holiday with his family. They were lovely people, and she always felt like part of the family when they were there.
“Do you think Mari and Rosie will like what I bought them?” Andi asked suddenly, making Taron chuckle.
“Of course they will. They’re obsessed with Frozen right now, so anything to do with it they’ll absolutely love. I think you did just fine.”
“Okay, well, I just hadn’t seen them in a while, and I know you sent me ideas of things to buy since you wouldn’t be here to do it yourself. But it still makes me nervous,” she admitted.
“My family loves you, Andi. There’s literally nothing to be nervous about,” Taron replied, grabbing her hand and squeezing it supportively.
“What about the baby?” she asked, biting her lip.
“Ahhh,” Taron sighed softly, figuring there was more to her anxiety than just the presents themselves. “Mum will be over the moon you know. She’s never tried to pressure me about kids, but I think she’d be incredibly excited to be a grandmother. And I’m not exactly getting younger here,” he smiled. “I think it’s the right time in my life, and it’s the right thing for us too. I’m excited, and there should be nothing else that you’re feeling about it either.”
“But that’s just… not realistic, Taron. I am anxious. And I’m scared, that we’ll lose this one too. I’m worried that I won’t be a good mum. I’m excited, but also terrified in equal measure,” she said softly. “Because something we’ve wanted, something we’ve tried for a few times, something that could be so good, could so easily be ripped away from me and I don’t know if I’m strong enough to handle that.”
“Oh, darling,” Taron said gently, glancing at her quickly before training his eyes back on the road. “You are the strongest person in the world I know, and you’ll be the best damn mum there is. And we will get through whatever comes our way together. I understand the undercurrent of fear; I’m not immune to it. But I also want to hope, and I want to be excited, and until I have a reason to not be those things, I’m going to let that be my guiding principle, yeah?”
Andi nodded her head, knowing she was being overly emotional but also, in some ways, unable to control it. She just wanted so very badly for this to have the happy ending they desired. They had dreamed about it together for awhile; spoken about being parents in hushed whispers at night. To be able to share that dream with the man she adored, the man she loved and had devoted her entire life to, it felt like she had finally arrived at her purpose in life. She rested her hands on her belly; she had begun to show slightly, the barest bump she could only dream the best future for.
They were comfortably silent for a little bit, the strains of music the only sound in the car. The rolling hills soon gave way to the glittering water of the sea, grey clouds scudding across the sky in a hurry on their way to who knows where. Andi began to recognize some of the landmarks along the way, and soon they were cruising into Aberystwyth, Christmas lights twinkling and doing their best to outshine the sunlight. She breathed a small sigh of relief, happy to have finally made it, the place feeling at once familiar even though she had only been a handful of times.
Taron’s sisters ran out to greet them as soon as they had pulled up to the house and parked. Squealing excitedly, they hugged Taron tightly, and he hugged them back. “My stars, how you’ve grown!” he exclaimed cutely. Soon his mother and stepdad had come out to help them bring everything in, spreading their gifts out under the tree along with the others.
They talked and laughed together so much, Andi’s sides were aching from it all, and her face nearly hurt from all the smiling. The food was delicious, and she ate until she felt she nearly might pop. Watching Taron with his family filled her with a certain kind of warmth, and she was grateful to be a part of it at all. The girls, of course, couldn’t wait to open presents, and so they all settled in the living room after the meal, passing out gifts to one another, the girls absolutely loving their Anna and Elsa dolls and wanting to play with them immediately.
Despite Andi’s nerves over her and Taron’s news, she really needn’t be; when Taron’s mum opened a gift with a sweet little onesie made to look like the iconic orange velvet Kingsman jacket, her hands instantly went to her mouth and she nearly cried. It was the sweetest thing, getting to share in the excitement of that moment. “Well it’s about damn time, son!” Taron’s mum teased him, beyond thrilled for them, and soon Andi was having to tell her all the details too, which she didn’t mind one bit.
They ended up cozying up on the couches to watch a movie, and Rosie and Mari snuggled up to Taron on either side, leaving Andi to hug the arm of the couch instead of her husband. When his mum tried to correct them though, Andi just laughed and waved off the concern. She would never get enough of seeing Taron with kids, to be honest, especially as he was going to be a dad soon himself. Everything about this Christmas Day with his family reminded her of that, and she couldn’t feel happier.
The day had worn on and soon they decided it was time to head on home. Of course his mum offered for them to stay in the guest room, as she always did, concerned about them driving home late at night, but Taron seemed keen on getting back home, as he hadn’t really had much chance to enjoy being home at all since he’d arrived. His mum insisted on packing them some leftovers to take home, telling Taron, once again, that he needed to get some meat on his bones. Andi and Taron shared an eyeroll behind her back, but she knew he loved and appreciated his mum very much. Hugs and kisses and wishes of “wish you could stay longer!” were exchanged all around, and soon they were back in their car and headed back to London.
“I’m kind of sad to see Christmas over already,” Andi said wistfully.
“Who said it had to be over once we got home, eh?” Taron snickered lightly. “We can celebrate in our own way.”
“You’re quite naughty, you know,” she just laughed lightly, knowing exactly what he was hinting at, not so subtly.
“What!” He exclaimed innocently. “I’ve been home for a whole day and have yet to enjoy my beautiful, pregnant might I add, wife! A man’s got needs.”
“Uh-huh,” Andi just laughed, though she couldn’t deny her feelings for him too. “Today has really been just perfect though,” she smiled over at him.
“It has been,” he agreed. “And I am grateful I didn’t miss this one,” he said, raising her hand to his lips and placing a sweet kiss on the back of her hand.
“Me too,” she said softly. “It wouldn’t have been as magical without you.”
“It wouldn’t have been Christmas at all for me without you,” Taron said earnestly. “You are my whole world, Andi. I hope I never leave you with a doubt about that again.”
“Oh, T. I’ve always known that. I think, just facing this new adventure, feeling like I was bearing that news alone, was really difficult for me. But we’re good now. You’re here, and you know, and we’re going to be doing this together from now on.”
“Yes we are,” he agreed. “You won’t feel alone in this, not a damn minute, I promise.”
They talked off and on some more, sharing ideas and plans for the future ahead of them, but Andi started feeling incredibly tired, happy but worn out from the day. She tried hard to stay awake, partly for Taron’s sake, but eventually she lost the fight, drifting off to sleep, her head against the window. Her breath left little fog patterns on the glass as she snoozed lightly. Taron couldn’t help but smile to himself, just completely grateful for this moment with her, a moment that felt all too precious.
When they finally made it safely home, he didn’t bother trying to wake her. He went to the front door first and unlocked it, leaving it open a crack, just enough for him to be able to push it open without his hands. He returned to the car, carefully opening the passenger side door. He reached across his sleeping wife, unbuckling her seat belt, and then ever-so-carefully maneuvering her out of the seat and into his arms, lifting her up and carrying her inside.
“Hmmmmm, Taron?” she asked sleepily, her head resting against his shoulder as he climbed up the stairs slowly.
“We’re home now,” he said gently.
“I fell asleep?” she asked, her eyes fluttering open slightly.
“Just a bit,” he grinned. “But you can stay sleeping, it’s okay.”
“Oh, but I was supposed to stay awake for you,” she giggled lightly. “You know, for reasons,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows at him playfully, but the sleep was still heavy in her eyes.
“There will always be another day, babe. You need your beauty sleep, now that you’re a mama,” he said cutely, carrying her to their bedroom and setting her gently in the bed.
“God I love you,” she said softly as he leaned over her gently and kissed her, sweet and slow, enjoying the feel of her lips against his.
“I know,” he said against her lips, his bright green eyes meeting her deep chocolate brown ones. They held the gaze for a long moment, feelings shared but not needing to be expressed out loud. It was almost as if their two hearts were beating as one, and soon, they would add a third to their little home.
Taron left her briefly to bring in their presents from the car, to make sure Tibbs was okay and to secure the rest of the house. Andi wriggled out of her pants and sweater and tossed them on the floor before snuggling into the covers, pulling them around herself. Right here, this moment, was exactly where she wanted to be. She checked her phone for a moment, smiling over the text messages and social media wishes of “Merry Christmas!” from her colleagues and friends. She responded to as many as she could until Taron returned to the bedroom. He also mostly tossed his clothes aside, crawling in in just his boxers, exhaustion from driving all day working its way into him.
“We’ll have to figure out a way to reveal our news to everyone else soon,” Andi smiled as she got comfortable with Taron, her fingers finding purchase under the covers on the smooth skin of his chest.
“I’m sure we will,” he said, hiding a yawn behind his hand. “Something cute and creative,” he said, his eyelids already drooping closed. “But for now, sleep,” he sighed.
“Oh I guess,” she giggled, well aware that she was in no position to argue. “Sweet dreams, my love,” she said, nestling herself into the crook of his arm, the warmth of his body familiar and reassuring. All she knew was that the past two days had been near perfect, at least once Taron had gotten home. She had to laugh at her anger earlier, the way pregnancy made everything feel sharper, more in focus, more intense, the highs much higher and the lows that much lower. They were certainly in for a ride, she thought, as Taron’s breathing slowed and she could tell he had drifted off. He was never one to waste a moment of sleep, but she didn’t mind it so much. The quiet, peaceful moments were always where she felt most at home. And wherever Taron was, that’s where she belonged.
“Merry Christmas, darling,” she whispered into the quiet stillness of the room, brushing her fingers lightly over his forehead, brushing his already-messy hair aside. Right here, right now, this moment, was the greatest feeling of home of all. As that thought warmed her heart, she felt the sweet siren song of sleep calling, and she willingly succumbed to slumber, happier than she’d ever felt before.
Wishing you and yours the merriest holiday season and peace and joy in the new year to come!
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Potent Savages
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Genre: Shitty Smuttt!!/ Some daddy baek (yes, that’s a genre)/ Uhhh kinda sweet?/ Trigger warnings??
Exo, OC, and blackpink gang au!
Summary: When baekhyun finds out about aya’s seductive secret mission, baekhyun decides to teach her a few lessons the hard way.
A potent savages short!
      Liar, liar, you spark my desire.
Earlier Today
“Eugene Andrews. He’s a very dangerous mercenary with deep connections in the Kaja group, which is something like a mafia made up of the powerful businessmen around the city. Now that Choi Siwon isn’t running it anymore, he’s taken over. With that being said we need him on our side.” Suho spoke sternly while sitting at the head of the meeting table.
“Okay, all of that makes sense. Now, what does that have to do with me?” I asked in slight confusion. 
“Well, we need someone to get close to him. Someone who isn’t a threat and also knows how to get into someone’s head. I first thought that baekhyun fits that description pretty well. But, then I realized he could pose as a potential threat in Eugene’s eyes. That’s not what we want, it would have to be you. So, I was thinking you can work some of your charms on him, get him close. You know?”
I nodded with my eyebrows askew. “You want me to seduce him?”
“Yes.”
“I.....uhmmm.”
“Do you accept?” Suho pressed.
“I mean, sure, why not.”
“Great! This is going to be amazing, aya. I just know it.”
“Mhm, I just wonder how baekhyun is going to react.”
“He definitely won't like it. Which is why we can't tell him.”
I looked at him with a scrunched up face. “I'm not going to lie to him, suho.” The man chuckled as if the words meant nothing to him. “I'm serious. I won’t do it.”
“Aya, you can’t. Think about it. The last time I told you to do something like this you got kidnapped. I mean, that was different than this in a lot of ways, but he won’t think of it that way. He’s not going to let you go and we can’t have that because we need Eugene for our future endeavors.” Suho said in a passionate tone. We both know if I tell baekhyun, he will go to suho first. Suho is just trying to save his own ass at this point. But I can understand why. 
“Aya, just do me this favor. I’ll definitely owe you one.”
“Fineee. But you better do whatever I ask.” I said before punching his arm.
Later That Day 
My arms wrapped tightly around aya as we rocked side to side on the edge of the pool, only our feet emerged in the water. The warm air surrounded us in its own embrace and I gently kissed the top of her head in content. It’s been about a month and a few days since we rescued aya from Siwon. Let me tell you something, the saying you never know what you have until you lose it is so true. I was so miserable without her in my life. In my arms. Just near me in general. I felt like a piece of me died when I thought she was killed. But with all that being over, I don’t think I’ve ever been more happy and content. This was the biggest wake-up call of my life. 
“Baekhyun?” Aya called. I hummed in response before turning to look at her. “Do you think you would be okay if I did some work by myself tonight?” 
I went stiff for one second. “No, I wouldn’t be okay. Why? Are you sick of me hanging around you?” I asked teasingly. She gave a shy smile and giggled. “Well, too bad. I'm not letting you out of my sight. You should know that by now.”
“I understand why you feel that way, honey. But I'm going to have to get out on my own again sometime soon, anyway.” She said sweetly while looking at the pool. I looked around with a soft scoff sounding from my lips. “Why are you trying to run away from me? huh? I should throw you in this pool.” I joked even though I'm actually curious. She chuckled and nudged me in my stomach. 
“Seriously, baekhyun. It won’t be dangerous, I’ll go with all the girls. It’ll be chill.” She reasoned. 
“What is it that you will be doing?”
“Uhmm, conversing with a future client, you could say.”
“Who?”
“Just a guy.”
I felt a tinge of protectiveness and jealousy. I don’t want her around sketchy men anymore. Not without me. “What do you mean by just a guy?”  
“A guy that’s a potential client.” She said with a smile. “I'm not smiling.” I said back at her.  
“Don’t worry. Suho told me all about him. He’s harmless.”
Later On That Day
My hands pulled up my black silk gown as I slipped my body into it. I posed in the mirror to look at the open back of the dress, popping my knee out to see how high the slit goes up on me. It stopped somewhere close to the top of my right thigh. I look to die for and that’s exactly what I want. 
“Eh? Someone’s all dressed up.” Baekhyun said as he stepped out of the bathroom with wet hair and a towel hanging around his waist. He took the other towel that was around his neck and began to dry his hair with it while staring at my reflection in the mirror. I turned around to face the mirror, looking back at him. “Why are you so dressed up just to meet some guy?” He asked.
“i-i just felt like it.” I answered him with a slightly nervous tone. Of course, I can’t tell him I'm dressing like this to seduce a guy tonight. The guilt of lying to him entered my stomach as I looked at his face. Baekhyun let the towel fall around his head and dropped his hands to adjust the towel on his waist. “As long as you’re doing it for yourself I'm fine with it.” He spoke while moving to the bed. plopping on the mattress with a small pout. I matched his pout before bending over a bit to play with my hair and pat the lipstick on my lips. My eyes caught baekhyun’s staring at the back of me, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. 
“You should know better than to stare, baekhyun.” I teasingly grinned at him.
“Well, you know what it does to me when you wear silk.” He got up from the bed and snatched the towel off of his damp brown hair. “Hey, no, don’t give me that look.” I said with a chuckle. He stared me down with hungry eyes, wetting his lips with his tongue as he walked towards me slowly. “What’s this? Are you nervous?” He asked in a sexy low tone.
“Yo, baekhyun, I have somewhere to be and I can’t get caught u-” I tried to stop him with words before he grabbed me roughly. My body twirled around, my face hitting his bare chest. “Do you think I care about where you have to be? What’s so important about that guy anyway?” He pressed while walking forward and making me take steps back. The skin of my back that is exposed by my dress pushed up against the mirror and baekhyun’s hand did the same. I was trapped by my half-naked, jealous boyfriend all because of this stupid silk dress. “Don’t make me hunt that bastard down.” He spoke with a smile because he was teasing. He enjoyed the expression on my face at the moment so he’s pressing for more. He wants more. My gaze traveled down his soft neck to his lean torso.  I scoffed before putting my hands on his chest. “Baekhyun, as much as I would love for you to rip this dress off of me and fuck me on that balcony....” I got close to his ear before I finished. “I have to go.” I whispered, slipping away from him slowly. 
He grabbed my wrist and clicked his tongue before pressing his body up against mine, wrapping his arms around me. “I love it when you talk like that.” He smirked. I giggled, struggling to get out of his hold. “Nope! You can’t run away from me now. It's too late.” 
“Knock, knock.” Suho’s voice barged in as he crept inside our room. “Aya. it’s time to go.”
“What?” Baekhyun looked between me and suho. “You’re going with him but I can’t come?”
I laughed and patted his shoulder. “Well, I thought if he came you would more at ease.” Baekhyun slid my hand off his shoulder and kissed it. “So this is how bad you want to get away from me? Okay, I understand, love. Have fun tonight.” He spoke softly. It’s obvious he’s trying his best to be understanding which makes my stomach hurt with guilt even more than before.  “I love you, baekhyun. After tonight I don’t want to be apart from you, okay?” I said with a tilt of my head. He gave a pout and nodded. “I’ll see you later, then. Stay safe.” He whispered to me. I hummed in agreement before giving him a quick kiss and slipping out of his reach. 
“Ready?” Suho asked.
“Yeah, let’s hurry and get this over with.”
As Night Falls
Chanyeol drove us to our destination in a large black van that probably costs more than my Bugatti with ease. Suho is in the passenger seat setting up some equipment for our very important “mission” quietly. The only other person with us is jisoo, who will be something like my back up tonight. She’s driving a separate car here to act as a getaway, and if I need to act like I came here by myself it will come in handy. I'm hoping I won’t need her though. The fewer people inside the lounge, the better. Chanyeol parked a few feet away from the place, he turned around and gave me a thumbs up before tapping suho on the shoulder. Suho was fiddling with wires absent mindedly and got startled by the sudden touch. 
“Oh! right....here, put this on.” Suho said as he reached out to hand me a small earpiece. “We’ll use this to communicate and listen in. We already have access to all the cameras in the lounge so don’t be worried because we’re watching you.”
“Who do you think I am? Why the hell would I be worried?” I said with a confident smirk. “Nothing scares me anymore!” I yelled into the earpiece and suho winced as he held his ear. 
“Get out.” Suho said in a dismissive tone. I looked at a smiling chanyeol before pulling the van door open and hopping out. I have to admit, I feel great right now despite lying just to get here. Something about taking on this “mission” by myself is exciting. I mean, the last time I did something like this I got kidnapped and thrown into a concrete hell but this time, ohoho this time! I'm going to avenge myself! “Let’s fucking get it!” I yelled as I closed the door and smiled at the grunts of pain suho made. I walked fast across the street in my expensive high heels. I looked at myself in the glass as I walked up to the door. As always I looked like a damn snack. 
“I'm inside. Tell me what you see.” I spoke as quiet and discreet as possible while talking to the people on the other side of my earpiece. 
“Everything is looking normal. We can see you clearly, no sign of Eugene though. He might be in some VIP room or something, which is to be expected.” Suho said.
“Hey....you couldn’t get me a VIP room? I don’t want to mix in with all these weirdos.”
“Boo fucking hoo.” Chanyeol said before laughing loudly into the mic. I winced then rolled my eyes. Fucking buttholes. I swayed around the room until I came to the bar. I slid my silk-clad ass into the luxurious red bar stool. I ran a hand through my hair and waved for the bartender. “martini.” I spoke quietly, despite the vibey jazz music playing pretty loudly. He nodded and began my order. I pursed my lips, kind of surprised he heard me so well. “The target is entering, over.” Chanyeol said as if it was a walkie talkie. 
“Wait, he wasn’t here this whole time?” I asked discreetly.
“It appears so.” Suho sang into my ear. I bit my lip and looked around to see if I could spot the target. “It’s go time, aya.”
“No shit, sherlock.” I sipped slowly on my martini as I looked around. “Is that him, over there, with the small gold chain and shades at night. Only violent guys do that.” I said while holding my glass to my lips.
“Yup, that’s his crazy ass.” Chanyeol chuckled.
Eugene’s head turned for a second and I quickly looked the other way. I hope he didn’t catch me at that time. “He’s entering a VIP area. I repeat, it’s an area, not a room and it doesn’t have curtains. He must be trying to observe his surroundings.” Suho said.
“Or observe the wide range of sexy ass classy ladies around here, look at that girl, hyung!” Chanyeol yelled into the mic. I heard a faint sound of hitting before chanyeol started making noise in my ear out of pain. 
“Aish! Stop zooming in on aya, you dog.” Suho scolded the guy. 
“Okay, okay! I was just kidding around. I should fucking hit you back.” He barked back. 
“Both of you, shut the hell up, will you?” I whisper yelled with my hand on my ear. I looked towards the VIP area eugene is lounging in swiftly. I made sure he didn’t catch me look before I locked my gaze on something else. He pretty good looking, he’s no baekhyun, but he’s good looking. Right off the bat, he seems like the type of person that will only talk to someone that piques his interest. I have to make sure I catch his eye because I might not even get a hi out of him if I don’t. I downed the rest of my martini and slammed it down on the bar counter.
Watch out, Eugene. I'm coming for you.
Meanwhile
I twisted in my silk covers over and over again, worried about my baby and how she’s holding up right now. I fumbled around throwing a small fit before sitting up. My hands ruffled up my already fluffy hair. “Where the hell are you...” I said to myself. I want to go to sleep but I can’t stop thinking about her. Should I go out by myself? Should I play just like her? I pouted thinking about how she was so adamant on not letting me come with her. Not only is she out meeting some sketchy guy but she’s wearing that sexy black silk dress I only saw her wear once, Which is a good thing because I probably was going to rip it this time around. But, so, I could have just brought her a new one. 
“Snap out of it,baekhyun. She’ll be fine without you.” I spoke to myself while slapping my cheeks. I reached for my phone and clicked the call button on chanyeol’s contact. I refuse to be bored and worried tonight. 
“H-hello?” Chanyeol answered reluctantly. 
“Chanyeolll!” I whined into the phone. “Should we go get drinks?”
“Uhhh, i-im actually really busy right now, and i can’t.” Chanyeol stuttered back at me, raising my suspicion.
“What? Where are you? And why the fuck are you stuttering?” I spoke with my pout still on my face. 
“I’m sitting in the car.....”
“Sitting in the car where, idiot?” 
“Uhhhh....” Chanyeol just stalled in a nervous voice which was pushing my patience past its limit.
“Chanyeol! If you stall one more time i will jump through this phone and drive a pencil through your head, you bastard!” I yelled into my phone in frustration. He sounds like such an idiot stalling sentences like that. “Ahhh! Okay! Shit! I’m out with suho and aya!” He yelled back at me this time. I knew he could never lie to me. “YAH! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING THERE!?” My anger was boiling up my whole body. What does she have the whole squad invited to her stupid appointment? Why did she insist on leaving me out like this! “Where the hell are you, huh!?” I hopped out of my bed in a rush before falling face first on the floor. I heard chanyeol asking what happened and grabbed my phone. “Tell me where you are and what you’re doing. And don’t even try to lie.” My voice was intimidating and my eyes squinted all on instinct. That little punk, making me worry so much even though she probably has half of exo with her.
“Okay, goddamnit! We’re out watching her seduce Eugene Andrews! It was suho’s idea!” I heard chanyeol get smacked harshly before yelling some more. “Yah! You know I can't lie to you! Why are you putting me in this position!?”
“SHE’S DOING WHAT WITH WHO!?”
As Baekhyun Get’s Ready To Bust A Cap In Someone’s Ass
“Well, how could I not talk to you after you gave me that look?” Eugene said with somewhat sparkling eyes.
“And what look is that?” my eyes on him, unwavering, as I sipped on my second martini. 
“You look too cunning to play dumb.”
“I know that, but it’s much more fun to do so.” He stared at me before chuckling with a sly grin. He’s that greasy type of handsome the girls in the gangster movies would go for. Not my type but I can see him dominating the minds of many helpless women. The man downed the rest of his drink and ran a hand through his grease styled hair. I grinned as I watched him to make it seem as if I'm intrigued by every move he makes. He caught my face and smirked. 
“Don’t stare too hard, sweetheart. You might burn holes.”
I almost scoffed at his cockiness but held it in. The point is to boost his confidence right now anyways. Even though, I wonder how much more confident can he possibly get? “What would you do if I said I can’t help but burn holes?” I downed the rest of my drink while keeping eye contact.  He gulped along with me and then nodded his head. “Well, it’s not a crime.” the words flowed out of his mouth clearly. He’s not where I want him right now, but I'm on the right track, that’s for sure. I stared at him deeply, silently urging a conversation out of him. Come on, tell me something important.
“Have you ever killed someone with an ice pick?....” He spoke nonchalantly. 
I tilted my left eyebrow upwards with interest. Now, this is something I want to hear about. “No, never.”
“Abe Reles. A very important murder inc. gunman, and an ice pick prodigy. Let’s just say his skills were never forgotten and my grandfather taught me how to do it after learning how to do it from his grandfather.”
“Was his grandfather in murder inc or something?”
“That’s a secret.” He whispered in my ear after leaning into me. For a second I froze. Did he just make me nervous? Could it be that he was just threatening me? Or was he simply just telling me something interesting about himself? 
I cleared my throat feeling a bit impressed at how he took control of the conversation and my emotions so quickly. “You’re definitely going to have to teach me how to do it one day.” I said. I put my hand on his shoulder with my eyes piercing into his. “But you know, while we’re on the topic, I might be able to teach you how to swing a bat like Frank Abbandando.” 
“Ahhh, so I'm not the only one deeply interested in the members of murder incorporated.” He smirked and backed away from me to eye me up and down.
“Of course not. Who wouldn’t be interested in those cold-blooded killers?” I chuckled slightly and turned to pour champagne in my martini glass. 
“True. In all honesty I kind of look up to them. I try to do things just like them. Living by their rules and all their tactics. It’s what helps me run the Kaja group so well. You know what the Kaja group is right?” He asked genuinely.
Finally, things are starting to get deep. “Yes, of course.”
“Well, you wouldn’t be as plugged in as you seem if you didn’t. Anyways, I'm sort of running it now. It’s much more difficult than I thought but enforcing the rules and regulations of the men who basically started it all, things seem much easier.” He spoke while staring deeply at nothing.
What is this? A slight obsession maybe? Can I look at this as a weakness? “I know what you’re thinking. Yes, you can.” Suho said quietly in my ear. I smirked. This mission is already a success. “Well, since we’re being honest right now, I am surprised no one from your group tried to kill me yet.” 
“And why is that?” He asked.
“Because. I played a big part in the burning of siwon’s body.” 
“Well, no one liked him anyway. If anything you did us a favor. I will personally thank you for that. You’re good at what you do.” I smiled at his compliment and raised my glass. “A toast, to a dead siwon and a job well done.” I said before he tapped his champagne against mine. “I must admit, the stories I hear about you never seize to surprise and intrigue me. It’s actually pretty nice to meet the infamous aya of blackpink.”
“What stories are you referring to?”
“Archie Langston. The British boss of racketeering. A murder that put your name in everyone’s mouth. You slit his throat in front of all his underlings and beat the rest of people there into submission with the rest of your gang at a warehouse filled with contraband and cash. 20 people were there. 10 deaths occurred. 10 were severely injured. And 4 killers got away smoothly with the perfect leadership of their gorgeous fifth member aya. I'm sure you enjoyed all that cash.” He spoke in a low tone his eyes seductive. Mesmerized by his own words as he painted a scarily powerful picture of me in his mind, his left hand loosened his tie. 
“Yes, I did actually.” I said with a small smile. That was the first time we ever did anything like that. We were so happy we made it out alive that the money was an afterthought. 
“You probably look amazing when you do things like that.”
“Well, we’ll have to see if you think that when you witness it first hand.” I leaned forward so I could whisper my words slowly in his ear. I used the things he did earlier to return the confusing feelings he gave me. “Getting this close to me is dangerous, you know?” He whispered back. 
“And why is that?” I asked.
“Because it might cause a fatality.” I heard a familiar voice barge in. 
I whipped my head towards the person and gasp. “Baekhyun!?”
“Baekhyun?”  Suho yelled in surprise. 
“Ahh, whaaat!?” Chanyeol yelled, sounding faker than fake. How much do you want to bet he knew baekhyun was coming? I heard chanyeol wince in pain after a slapping noise went off in the earpiece. 
Baekhyun pulled my arm upwards to bring me over to him. “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing aya?” He asked with a vicious tone. I looked up at him with a nervous expression. “Aha....long story?” A nervous chuckle came out of my mouth without trying. “I have time.” He cocked an eyebrow at me with dangerous eyes. His skin looked so fresh and his hair was done up in a sly and sleek style. A stylish dress shirt adorned his upper body, the top buttons completely undone. The pleasant smell of his cologne filled my nose and all of a sudden it was hard for me to focus on anything else. He looks so delicious right now...
“Hey, answer me, little girl.” His voice stayed low and my arm was still being held tightly in his grip. 
“I don’t mean to interrupt, but is there a problem?” Eugene asked. 
“Well, I'm her-”
“My friend!” I yelled on top of his words. He looked at me with scary eyes making me cower completely. “He’s my boyfriend....”
Eugene laughed and looked at baekhyun up and down. “You know, I hear a lot of things about you, aya, do you really think I don’t know you’re dating the very well known byun baekhyun. I didn’t mean it that way. I was asking if there’s a problem with me flirting with your girlfriend, byun baekhyun?” My eyes widened at his words.
I felt baekhyun take a step forward and pushed my hands on his chest to keep him back. “Well, this is just a simple misunderstanding. I think we should all take a deep breath before continuing this conversation.” 
“Or I could show him just how much of a problem it is.” Baekhyun said. “I'm sure you have heard about me, so don’t think I will hesitate to beat your ass.” I laughed loudly to break the tension and then cleared my throat. “Wrap it up, aya, a fight between them could jeopardize everything we accomplished tonight.” Suho said with frustration in my ear. “It was really nice to meet you, eugene. I hope that we can form a beautiful friendship in the future.” I smiled politely while pushing baekhyun backward. His eyes were locked on eugene and euegene’s were on me. 
I pushed baekhyun all the way out of the lounge as he did nothing but stare at eugene. “Baekhyun? Baekhyun? Baekhyun, I can explain.” I said in a slight panic.
“You lied to me, all night.”
“Yes, but-”
“Just to come flirt with eugene andrews. He’s probably even worse than siwon was. And here you come running to this mission like your life depends on it. Did you want to be away from me this bad? You had to lie to me?”
“Baekhyun, I was just doing it because I thought I could get the job done better than anyone.”
“Oh, you’re fucking correct on that one, aya. If I didn’t know any better I would think you were actually going to fuck him, you know, for the mission.”
“Hey!”
“What!? Did I offend you!? Just how the hell do you think I felt when I found out you persistently lied to me and I pull up on you just to see some guy seconds away from eating your face!?”
“Don’t you think you’re being too much right now!?”
“I don’t think I'm being enough! Maybe I didn’t make myself clear enough when I told you that I'm trying to keep you safe!”
“You did!”
“Then, why are you here!? Why did you want to ignore everything I’ve been saying so badly tonight?”
I looked at him with sad eyes. I don’t have an answer in me. I guess if I'm being honest with myself I just wanted to get back out and do something risky. It’s what I live for. But I wasn’t thinking of anyone else’s feelings except mine. “I’m sorry, aya.” Chanyeol said. “No, this was all my idea. I’m sorry.” Suho pushed his apology with a sad sigh. I stared at the ground, biting my lip with mixed feelings.
“Just get your little ass in that car. Hopefully this time you’ll actually listen to me.” Baekhyun said with his hands in the pockets of his dress pants. His gaze locked on my head, which is facing towards the ground. “Don’t make me repeat myself, aya. My patience is very thin at the moment.”
I looked up quickly and he pointed in the direction of his Veyron. I nodded and walked over nervously. I could faintly hear him scoff before he followed behind me. “Do you even know how hard it is to be mad at you while your ass looks that good in your silk dress?” He spoke low sounding as if he was trying to keep his words to himself. I pouted and pulled open the car door the moment he unlocked it. “Make sure to put a seatbelt on. Oh wait, maybe you want to just ignore me and put your life in danger, nevermind, forget I said anything.” He said while getting in the driver's seat. I scoffed, rolling my eyes. He’s so damn annoying. I get it! I fucked up! Why does he have to act this way!? 
“Could you stop?” I said.
“Sure. I won't punish you with words anymore tonight.” He said with serious eyes.
“Thank you.” 
“I'm just going to put you on your hands and knees to make sure you remember not to do anything like this ever again.”
“M-my hands and knees?”
“I won’t let you off easy tonight. I think you need to feel just how upset I am with you. Maybe this time you’ll learn your lesson.”
My heart rate sped up as if I had been running for a while. I don’t think I'm ready for this.
“Ewwww! Turn the damn earpiece off, you fuckshits!” Suho yelled in my ear while chanyeol made dramatic gagging sounds in the background. I took it out and rolled down my window before throwing the small piece of technology out of it. 
Back At The Exo Mansion
I entered baekhyun’s room first and he came in second. The silence between us becoming more prominent. “You seem nervous. Don’t be. As much as I want to be rough with you, I won’t be too harsh. You’re still my little baby doll after all.” 
I turned around to look at him. My face turning gentle automatically after hearing those words. Really, the reason I'm acting this way is from the fact that I fucked up really badly today. I didn’t want to upset him like that. I'm normally the type of girl to love a bit of a rough lover. But right now, I just feel bad for what I did. I don’t think I can even look at him in his eyes. 
“Take the dress off, gorgeous.” He said lowly as he stood at the closed door with his hands in his pockets again. “Ah, ah, ah. Slowly. Do it right or I’ll have to do it myself.”
“Y-yes.”
“Yes, sir.” He corrected.
“Yes, sir.” I took the dress off at the pace he requested. The silk was somewhat arousing as it slid on my skin in such a slow manner. So smooth. It makes me bite my lip. I looked up at him with my cheeks starting to heat up after remembering my choice to go braless tonight. He smirked and nodded his head, telling me to continue. I let the dress slip passed my stomach and move down my ass. My hands pushed it down my thighs and knees, and let it fall the rest of the way by itself. “Good. Get on the bed, honey. Daddy will come to you in a minute.” His voice was so soft and sexy i almost moaned without him even touching me. I watched him go into the closet, every step he took looking all too slow and sensual. He came out with his upper body bare and a remote-controlled vibrator in his right hand as his left hand ran through his hair. I remember that thing. It has its own damn aura. A dirty dark lewd aura. I don’t hate it though.
“On your hands and knees. Panties off.” He spoke while walking towards me.
I did just as he said. Hesitation didn't seem like an option tonight. “Good girl. Be still now, I'm going to put it inside.” 
I gasped softly when I felt the small vibrator push its way inside of my hole. “Perfect. Stay like that.” He took some steps backward. I closed my eyes when the vibrator turned on. My hands dug into the silk sheets of baekhyun’s king bed. “Now, is there anything you want to say to me, darling?” Baekhyun asked sweetly. I just moaned with my ass swaying in the air. “No, that’s unfortunately not the correct answer.” He said. The intensity was turned up and instead of my eyes being closed they shot open quickly. “Try again, gorgeous.” I moaned louder with the vibrator shaking up my insides. “Baekhyun...” I moaned softly. “Incorrect again, baby.” He shook his head before turning up the intensity again. “Fuck!” I cursed into the air. My toes started to curl and my hands did the same, taking a fist full of the silk sheets with them. “You look to die for.” He whispered. I moaned louder while digging my face in the mattress. “Fuck, baekhyun.” I moaned. Baekhyun chuckled in a soft manner. “Did you just curse at me?” He asked teasingly. Before I could answer he upped the intensity once more. I'm going to cum at this rate. There's no way I can take any more of this without cumming. 
“I’m going t-”
“Don’t even fucking think about it.” He interrupted in no time. I shut my eyes and my legs started to shake at the feeling of holding back such an intense orgasm. The position I was in began to falter before I felt him turn it up to the highest intensity. “Don’t move. You stay in that position until I tell you it’s time to move.” His voice was raspy from being turned on and his stance never wavered while he stood on the left side of the bed, watching me. “If you apologize correctly, I might let you have the release you’re craving so desperately.” 
“I’m sorry for what I did, b-baekhyun. I’m really sorry!” I huffed out. I shook my ass a bit, showing how much I need to finish. 
“Hmmm, good enough. Go ahead, love. Let it go.” He said with the tiniest bit of reluctance. My eyes rolled upwards and shut tightly. I moaned out loudly as the wonderful feeling of an orgasm rushed through my body like a wave. My hands pulled on the sheets harshly and the left side of my face pushed down into the bed. My legs shook before I fell from my position. Jolts of pleasure came and went, making my body jump out of nowhere. Baekhyun’s right hand slid up my thigh, his other dipping into the bed right above my head along with the rest of his body. Softly, sweetly, he caressed it, kissing my cheek in the process. “Consider yourself forgiven, darling. I’m taking it extremely easy on you tonight. I think you know that. But if this happens again, you can trust.....” He whispered in my ear  His hand grabbed my throat suddenly and I gasped. “I won’t be so easygoing.” 
He grabbed my arm with his other hand that was above my head. I was flipped onto my back with one pull. His hold still strong but gentle on my neck. It got me biting my lip in pure pleasure. I’ve always loved baekhyun’s long slender fingers around my neck. He has a way with his hands that I can’t explain, but all I know is they feel like they were made to please. It’s amazing. He took his hand off of my neck and I gasped again but this time to take in air. I watched him unbuckle his belt and pull it out of its place right above his hips. He flashed me a quick smile before throwing it somewhere unknown to me. I sat up as he grabbed my chin and pulled it towards him. I looked at him before putting my right hand on his bulge. 
“Ask nicely for it.”  Baekhyun whispered again.
“Please, fuck me, baekhyun.” I asked meekly. He bit his lip and grabbed my hand that was on his clothed dick. He pushed me back down as he kissed me with rough bites on my bottom lip. Baekhyun held my arm over my head, pinning it down like the rest of my body. I pushed his pants and boxers down with my free hand, trying to keep up with the pace of his kisses. My leg lifted up to do the rest of the work. “Did I tell you to do that?” He spoke into my ear. I froze up.“N-no, si-” Before I could finish my sentence he pushed his dick inside of me while holding my arms down. “Fuck!” I moaned, my back lifting off the bed. His hips moved at a fast pace right from the start. He wasn’t easing into it like usual. “Baekhyun, wait.” I said while grabbing onto his back. He chuckled as he sped up. Longevity is not the word for tonight. We both know this pace will make this end quick. I squirmed under his hold, his name slipping off my lips loudly at every stroke. He looked at me with dark eyes. “Next time, you won’t lie. Next time, you will tell daddy the truth, right?” I nodded in response, moans replacing all my words. My neck was grabbed without notice, sending surprise pleasure through my body. “Say it. Say you won’t do it again.” He stroked deeper and faster as he choked me. I put my hand over the one on my neck and licked my lips, silently asking to lighten the grip. 
“I-i won’t do it again, e-ever.” I murmured. 
“Good girl.” He let go of my neck to move his hands to my legs. He put them over his shoulders and placed his fists right next to my head. I grabbed hold of his forearms as he drilled into me. I yelled his name relentlessly as he continued to thrust his cock, pounding me faster and faster. My nails dug into his arms, yelling his name. “Are you going to cum, babydoll?” He asked sweetly. I nodded again while biting the shit out of my lip. “Good girl. Don’t hold back.” He continued with that sweet. My body started to feel hotter while I came close to my peak. This is the main event. “Baekhyun!” I shut my eyes tight, holding onto his forearms for my dear life. The release that’s been building since I first saw baekhyun walk into that lounge tonight. “Yes, Fuck yes!” I yelled as my body shook in pleasure. I caught a glimpse of baekhyun’s face. He was obviously trying not to cum before me which somehow made my orgasm even harder. 
“Do you think you’re finished?”
“H-huh?” I responded in a daze. 
“We’re not going to be finished until you beg me to stop. Actually...” He stroked long and deep and intertwined his fingers in mine. “I don’t think we’ll be finished then either.”
“Baekhyunnn!” I whined.
“Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy every moment, babydoll. Just take it like a good girl.”
~~~~~~~~~~~ THE END.
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Here & Now - Chapter 13
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Pairing: Yoongi x OC
Genre: Fluff; Chill romance
Word Count: 1,803
Warning: None.
Banner Marker: @dee-ehn​
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“You look fine, stop being weird about it,” Hals said.
I’d been standing in front of the mirror for about five minutes assessing myself. I was pleased with my hair, it had a large braid in the front which led to the rest of my hair in its natural curly-coily state in the back. My make up was also fine, it was a little more than my usual bare minimum - if I had the patience to put it on at all - and looked very pretty.
The issue arose as I looked at the dress I was in.
I’d chosen a long-sleeved, lilac dress that was almost floor length and had a long slit up the side. The dress was beautiful, it gave me complete motion with how flowy it was and I loved it. And I liked it on myself but kept overthinking it.
Shaking my head I took a deep breath and nodded. “Yeah, I kind of wish I also bought the olive one.”
In the mirror, I could see Hals try to smile, but her make-up artist was moving to her lips so she stopped.
One last look and nod of approval I moved and ensure that my phone was charged and shoved it into the pockets I’d had a tailor add onto the dress. After throwing in the thin wallet I bought for situations where I wasn’t carrying a bag and a tub of the lipstick I was wearing I was ready. So was Hals.
Slipping on the gray heels that had been forced onto me we headed out. And oddly enough I didn’t feel the regret I thought was sure to come. It wasn’t like I’d never been to an award show, and this time I’d have someone there with me.
When we arrived Hals squeezed my hand and we got out of the car, led by security towards the carpet. Regret still didn’t come, but my stomach was churning because I’d agreed to actually walk the carpet with her.
Again she squeezed my hand, then hooking our arms we entered the belly of the beast. I pushed off my resting face and forced on a smile that was actually genuine; because even with nerves it was exciting and nice to be out.
As we walked through and she spoke to people I stood by her side in silence. The only time I spoke is when asked a question or if I was introducing myself. We kept the greeting to my actual name and the status of friend. My identity was far from secret, but I hated answering questions about it. Most didn’t recognize me, so it worked out well.
We were on the third interview of the carpet and then that’s when I heard them. Turning my head to the side the artist who’d been trailing behind us was no longer there and instead there was BTS. They all had on their serious faces as Joon was answering a question.
Jungkook turned his head and saw me looking, so he smiled and waved. As our interviewer noticed me wave back he turned to see the boys, and immediately directed the course of it that way. He gushed and asked Hals about their friendship. The questions she always got. And when the boys finished and walked our way he wasted no time in making it a group affair.
Before any of that, I was engulfed in hug after hug, them switching off between Hals and I. The interviewer tried to gain control, but it took a moment. By the time we’d settled, I was sandwiched between Hals and Joon at the center of the group; which I did not care for.
“So, we all know about the friendship you guys have with Halsey. It’s a beautiful one and going on for years now. But you all seem familiar with Kendall too. Is it a she’s Halsey’s friend and now your friend thing?”
Why the hell that mattered I wasn’t sure, but I was just going to keep my face in check.
Joon cleared his throat. “Yes and no. I worked with Kendall as a producer on a project of mine a few years ago. We worked well together and Halsey put us in a lot of out of work situations. And Yoongi was here for a month a while ago, so they also clicked.”
“Together on a project?” he asked, sounding perplexed.
“Ah, yes. Sometimes I forget that the name she uses for producing is Sailor V instead of Kendall.”
With focus on me, I started to feel a little hot, I did not like those kinds of situations. Pressure would build up and I did not thrive in the particular kind of pressure.
The interviewed eyes widened as if something dawned on him. “Oh. Oh… I’ve heard of your work. You’ve been all over the map working with artists. You just finished with Nicki Minaj, right? She seemed very excited about what you created.”
“Yes.”
Every part of me suddenly felt the urge to flee, my arms moving behind my back so I could clench and unclench my fist without anyone seeing. About three in I felt a hand move into it, squeezing tight. I refused to react but did squeeze back in thanks.
Again the interviewer nods and sets his sights on me, but Hals being the best person ever interjected.
“Well, we have seats to get to. Have fun boys.” With that, she grabs my hand and leads me away.
I clung to her arm tightly as we hit the home stretch, pausing for one moment so she could take her last set of pictures. Afterwards, she dragged me inside to our seats and once my butt hit it I was grateful.
“Thank you,” I said.
Hals smiled and squeezed my hand. “I know you hate it and we all know he was going to get specific. Next thing you know you’re avoiding answering specifics about the Nicki project and then the one with Yoongi. I’ve encountered him more than once.”
Sighing, I relaxed in the seat as she moved to go speak to someone a few seats away. I’d zoned out so hard I didn’t notice the boys arrive and sit behind me until someone tapped my shoulder.
Turning around I had a grinning Hoseok waving at me as if we weren’t inches apart from each other. I just extended my arm and waved back.
“You okay?” Jungkook asked, his face a little unsure.
I nodded. “Yeah, sometimes it’s overwhelming. I didn’t expect things to turn that fast. It wasn’t the worst thing ever though.”
He appeared unimpressed, but I smiled and slowly he came around.
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Yoongi staring me down, so I turned my full attention to him. We just stared at each other for a while. Eventually, I raised a brow and mouthed the word what to him. He just shook his head and turned to whisper to Joon.
Hals returned and we all talked for a while, but then the show was going to start and we needed to show we “wanted” to be there.
Everything was going smoothly and I enjoyed myself. The performances were great, even if I wasn’t that into the song most people gave their all. As we grew closer to the end and the boys had already won their award I was over it. But I looked forward to Hals, who would be the closing performance.
She’d left to prepare and Joon has taken her seat in the absence. They were in the midst of the last award of the night, which I’d forgotten she was up for when her name was called. She rushed out on stage, dressed in her performance outfit and beaming.
Her acceptance speech was her gushing about the honor and talking about her love for the song. She went on to thank everyone and then she took a turn I didn’t see coming. She stared at me directly, which freaked me out for a moment and I was sure my face showed.
“And thank you Kendall, or as you’re credited Sailor V, for helping me get this song out of my dreams and into a reality. Even when it got really weird and you were questioning what the hell I was doing you let me work it out and didn’t just shut the ideas down. Love you,” she blew a kiss and then left the stage.
Even though I swelled with happiness and pride I could also feel the mild embarrassment. Her singling me out wasn’t bad in the slightest and she was aware of my limits, so I wasn’t the least bit mad. However, I was sure that the blush on my cheeks was strong enough that it could be seen.
Knowing the cameras were on me I covered my face and tried to get it together. I could feel the guys pat me on the back and laugh a little. Joon tried to give reassuring words, but he sucked at hiding his laughter at my awkwardness.
A moment later I got myself together and sat back in my seat. The host was talking and everyone - including the cameras - was focused on her. She was giving some ending monologue.
For a second it felt like someone was touching my shoulder, but I thought I was feeling things. Then it happened again and I turned to look at Joon, but it was not Joon. Yoongi sat there, which I hadn’t noticed before. They had to have switched when I was trying to stop being so flustered.
“You okay?” he asked.
I nodded, but that didn’t seem to appease him since he just glared at me.
“I’m fine,” I whispered.
My eyes kept flickering back towards the stage and the cameras. The host was talking way too long, but it was fine.
When my gaze flitted back to Yoongi he still eyed me suspiciously. At first, I was confused by his worry, but then it dawned on me. We’d been at some sort of producer mixer thing during his month stay and he’d experienced me getting too overwhelmed by attention. I’d denied the effect of it all until it was too late. He had to help me come down from an attack in an empty conference room. It had not been fun.
A small smile formed at the realization and I turned to make direct eye contact with him. “I’m perfectly okay.”
He stared at me for a moment, but then I saw a small smile formed on his face as he turned away. My focus went back to the stage and we watched as Hals performed her newest song for the first time. We sang, danced and cheered along.
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Finding the Right Present
This fic is a present for my greatest friend in the whole world, I thought I have a lot of things to say, but sadly I don’t at the moment.
Its in the same universe as my Rencounter Fic, with our two main Ocs, Amy is hers and Ashlen is mine; please check out her blog if you like My Hero Academia, Game of Thrones or Marvel. She makes great content and I love her for it
Happy Birthday @ice-cream-kitsunegirl
Enjoy this Fic I made for you.
“Come onnnnn. . .”
“No. .” deadpanned as Shinsou stared into his game system. Which I’m fighting the urge to throw it across the room and pin him to the couch and try out the new technique I’m working on.
“Please,” I begged, “I never did this before, and you know her better than anyone.
“Why don’t you ask the ‘Pomeranian’ to help you?” He countered, he still hasn’t looked up from his game.
“Weeeeelll,” recalling the bicker three hours ago, “let’s just say we turn it to competition after asking, and then we may have broken a gallon of orange juice or two.” Which led to a full hour of the Class Pres lecture of proper conduct inside dorms and owe him a gallon of orange juice. Shinsou paused his game and face me with his usual dead expression that clearly said, ‘You idiot.’. Usually, I find that endearing when it’s not towards me.
“Sooooo, will you please help me find a perfect present that’s better than the fluffy dog for Amy?” It has been close to a half a year being here in U. A and remembered that on July 9th, which is more than a week away, will be Amy’s birthday; plus it’s been a year since we were friends when we talk through the internet. Now I had a chance to know her beyond that, I wanted to give her something special as thanks for being my first friend and best friends.
Then I gave Shinsou my saddest look since all my cute faces don’t seem to work. But in all seriousness, I’m kinda nervous. “Please Shinsou, I never have done this before, and you know this.” Shinsou stares at me, which it always gave me a funny feeling, but I ignore it for the hopes that he will help me.
I added a small pout on my bottom lip, which is my trump card whenever I really want something; it works... most of the time. It only works on one of the older sisters and my stepfather. His left eye and a corner of his lips twitched and turned his back towards me, and I swore his ears are red, and that’s when I knew I won.
“Fine, I’ll help you out, but I won’t just hand over on what to give her. I’ll give you some ideas, okay?” he relented. To which I squealed and wrapped my arms around his neck and give a little squeeze,” Aww Thank you. Thank you!” I nuzzle on the side of his head, I noticed that his ears are a bit warm. “That’s all I need! I’m sorry that refer you as the living zombie!”
“What…” He turned to the side and looked at me with a slight annoyance along with some redness on his cheeks. I gave him a guilty grin, “Oh, it’s nothing really.” I let loose my grip, and with only one arm around his shoulders, “Sooo, when shall we get started?”
“Get started on what?”
I bit my lip to prevent me from screaming, and my shoulders tensed up; I also felt Shinsou’s shoulders tense up as well. We both looked back and behind the couch was Amy with her signature shit-eating grin, all with casual, yet she made it look fancy clothes. With hands on her hips, “Welll,” she giggled and glanced at my arm around Shinsou, “I REALLY hope I am not interrupting anything.~ And you didn’t answer my question. Soooooo can I assume you guys are a ‘thing’?
Her question snapped us back to reality, and we both looked at each other and just now realized how close we are. The second, after looking at each other, I pushed him away to the other side of the couch and scrambled off the couch. “N-no! I j-just asked if he could help me do some training exercises that Aizawa-sensei taught us, and I wanted more practice!” I rambled, and I rubbed the back of my head as I continued, “So I asked Shinsou to be my sparring partner. Right Shinsou?” Please buy this! Please buy this!
Shinsou also got up from the couch, straighten his clothes and gave me a slight rude look, although it might have worked without the small red tint on his cheeks, “Yea, its because she slacked off on the lessons, so she asked me for my help since she’s a total airhead.” he smiled smugly. I growled and merely looked away from that so called charming smile and muttered, “Am not.” Amy starred as us for a  second, trying to see our lie, but she merely smiled “OOOO-kayyy,” she snickered, a telling sign that she didn’t believe us. She’s a witch, of course, she can sense what’s wrong and all that; a quirk that I like about her except for this very moment. I shrugged and gave her a lopsided smiled and winked at her, a telling sign of me saying, “I’ll tell you about it later.”
“Soooo, how was the date with Yap Dog?” I asked Amy; not a second later, from the kitchen, “I HEARD THAT MS. FANCY!!” barked Bakugou.
“YOU WERE MEANT TOO!!”
Amy giggled at our antics, “Now now, guys chill out,” and answered my question, “It was great!∼We went to our usual restaurant, and we were surprised by the owners saying that we were their 5,000 customers and we get to eat the buffet FREE!!” She pulled out her cellphone, “They took our picture so they can place it in their wall along with other customers who are also thousandth customers! They gave me a copy! Which is SO CUTE!” and showed us a photo. Right at the center is Amy, with a happy grin, with her arms around Bakugou with his usual bitch face, and along with two old guys, who I assumed they are the owners, one on either side of the happy couple. The owners hold a banner above them saying, “OUR 5,000th COSTUMERS!” in bold letters and all decorated in sticker balloons and stars.
“How. .cute. .right Shinsou?” I looked over at Shinsou, he was done looking at the picture and went back sitting down the couch and opened up the game system, “Very cute.” he deadpanned. I rolled my eyes and smiled at Amy, “Wow, free buffet, huh? Lucky. Is that all you did?” Amy shook her head, “No, we did some small shopping at the mall, but it most of it was window-shopping, there were a lot of cute stuff that I wish I can get, but man those prices are so cringe-worthy!” As she continued on, Bakugou came out of the kitchen with a two sports drinks in hand and a bag of chips in the other, he spotted me staring and gave me his cocky grin in his face. DAMN IT! He already has an idea on what to give her! No doubt it was one of the things she was mentioning at the mall!
I force my smile to remain as I continued to listen to Amy, “Me and Katsuki are going to my dorm room and gonna watch a movie to finish our date! I’ll text you and Shinsou to come over after it’s done, okay?” she waved and walked along with Bakugou and head upstairs. Once they’re gone, I sighed and collapsed in the couch; grabbed the remote to turn on the tv and surf through the channels. Once I found the channel I wanted, I turned to Shinsou, who once again playing the game system. “Shinsou deeear?” I strain out the last word, he tensed but remain firm into looking at the screen of his game system. I faced him and took his off his hands and gave him my playful glare, “You said you would help me,” I gave my him my pouty face.
He turned flustered and cave in immediately, “Alright! Alright. Just answer me this then, what were things that you talk about when you talk to each other online?”
I thought about it and list some topics in our earlier days when we started being friends, “We talk about puns, stories of our favorite tv shows and movies, friends and family, and lastly our music.” I fondly think about our taste in music, it was almost identical that we freaked out when one of us mention bands that we like, especially our favorite songs from those bands. It was one of my best days ever, I started to go on till I paused...
I . . .
I think I know what to give her. . .
I hug Shinsou, “Oh my goodness! I think I know what to give her! Thank you so much! You are the best!” I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, he gave me a startled look, and his face turned a deep red, and rush to my room and begin preparing my gift for my best friend!
Day of the Party
Everyone is having a blast at the party, everything is Amy’s favorites, the snacks, drinks, music, even the theme colors! The Baku Squad, minus PomPom, were dancing to High Hopes on the dance floor with the birthday girl at the center with the silliest moves I have ever seen. Me and Shinsou were with the Deku Squad at the snack table with the birthday cake at the center, and the rest of the class were playing or watching video games at the main tv. At one corner are a pile of presents for Amy. I haven’t put mine in there because I’m a little nervous about what would she think, so I kept it in one of the large pockets of my jacket.
Shinsou senses my nervousness and tries to reassure me, “Don’t worry about it, no matter what you give her, she’ll be ecstatic by anything.” “Yeah, I know, it’s just that she’s my first friend ever and I want to give her something to repay all that she’s done for me, ya know?” Shinsou gave me a smug smile, “Heh, yea I get it, Amy... .is a type of person that really gets into your skin and will annoy the heck out of you,” we laugh in agreement and he continued, “yet. . for us. .we don’t mind at all.” To which I fondly look at Amy, who is trying to convince the Pomeranian to dance and he’s working so hard to remain where he is at till Amy gave him a tearful look. He relented and let her pull to the dance floor, and everyone including Amy cheered.
I chuckled at her antics and agreed with Shinsou, “Yeah, she’s pretty unforgettable.”
After 10 minutes of dancing and eating, Amy demands her cake, me and Shinsou put on the candles and light them up; she stood in front of her cake, and the whole class sang her happy birthday.
“Happy birthday dear Amy!! Happy birthday to YOUUU!”
She blew out her candles, and we all cheered and gave her hugs, Kaminari asked, “Hey Amy! What did you wish for!?” She shook her head, “Can’t tell you!” she sang song, “Otherwise the wish won’t come true!”
“AW!” Mina whined, “I bet it’s a really cool wish!”
“It IS!” Amy jumped right in front of her presents, “ITS PRESENT TIME! I WANNA OPEN THEM NOW!” “Will you chill out Sabrina!? It’s not like they are going away if you don’t open them!” Bakugou scolded.
“Whatever!!”
Each one gave her their present, Izu-chan gave her new headphones with cat ears, which she squealed and gave him a bone-crushing hug, but not to Izuku’s standards. Shinsou’s present is an actual witch hat, which made Amy laugh as she put it on, “OH MY GOSH TOSHI!! This is the cutest hat I ever had! Thank you so much!” She gave him a hug but with enough force that almost made him fall. “Geez Okay. You are welcome, you really shouldn’t eat so much sugar sticks.”
“Hehe! Sorry I couldn’t help it Toshi! They are just sooo good!”
Bakugou rolled his eyes as he gave his present to her, “Don’t say I don’t give you nothing! Got it?!”
“Aww,” she kissed him on the cheek, “I Luv You Too babe!”
“Yea Yea.” and Amy opened the small box, which I couldn’t help but bit my lip as she removed the wrappings from the present. She gasped and showed it to everyone, it was lapis lazuli earrings shaped into a small hearts. She squealed even louder as she jumped into PomPom’s arms, “These are the ones I saw at that Mall, you were paying attention! THANK YOU THANK YOU!!”  Bakugou growled but hugs her anyway, “Of course I pay attention you’re my girlfriend aren’t ya?!?”
“Yes, you are! And I love you for it!” She lets go and look at the present table, all of her presents was open, but she kept looking for more, and I have a feeling what’s she’s looking for.
I teasingly asked Amy, “Whatcha looking for Amy-chan?”“Yours, of course, It must be hidden from all the wrappings for the other presents! And I know it is yours cuz you haven’t given me your present!”
I shook my head as I pull out the box from my pocket, “That’s because I didn’t put it at the table, silly.” She saw the box and squealed as I give her my present, this time she carefully unwrapped the gift and opened the box. What she pulled out was a cd case with a white cover that reads:
Happy Birthday Amy!: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLflxyrJQiDpqho2tU44l1_NBJmHh8mCe_
Amy opened the case and saw the disc and found the note that I wrote for her, which she read aloud:
To my best friend. . . who always have my back when I need the most. These songs represent our treasured memories, so whenever we are apart, these songs will bring each other closer. No matter how far the ocean or land parts us.
With love, Ashlen
Amy looks up with her eyes started to water as I added, “One of our first conversations was about music, so I gave you song that we talked about, and there’s a list at the back. Look at the last one.” Amy flipped it to the back where there’s the list of songs.
And the last one is from the Queens: You’re My Best Friend.
I was surprised when she hugged me out of nowhere, I felt tears fell from my neck, “Amy? You okay?” She sniffed, “Yes! This is the best present you could ever give me!”
My eyes widen and hesitantly hugged her back, “I mean it’s not extravagant as Bakugou’s or cute like Shinsou’s.”
She pulled back a bit so I could see her head shake, “That doesn’t matter Ash! Sure they are really cool presents, but yours came from the heart. And no one can beat that ever!”
I felt my eyes started to tear up and smiled so bright and hugged her again, everyone ‘aww’ our moment except Puff Ball, which he rolled his eyes, muttering “whatever.”
“Happy Birthday, you’re my best friend, my witch-bitch,” I said fondly. She laughs and squeals happily, “Oooh bitch! And I say that playfully… You’re my homegirl for life!”
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