#and sun is in love with my custodian oc

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I WAS making a little comic with one of my daycare worker OCs and sun but I ended up scrapping it because I formatted it weird lmfao

So have these silly looking sun scraps!

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my dnd oc aries!! close up & more about him under the cut 💯

⚔️Aries Evander Cavallero⚔️

Family History

Aries Cavallero is the second and youngest child of Markus and the late Elythia Cavallero. He is also the younger brother of Helios Cavallero, who has a rebellious spirit that was frequently looked down upon by his father. Markus Cavallero is the Commander of the Watch for the Open Lord of Waterdeep. His career routinely kept him away from home, so he turned to Elythia to raise Helios and Aries. Because of this, Elythia maintained the Cavallero household and created a strong bond with both of her sons before her abrupt passing. Shortly after turning 18, Helios moved away from his father and brother to live on his own. Since then, he has kept very little contact with Aries.

Early Life

Aries was born and raised in the prosperous city of Waterdeep. He and his family were more than comfortable thanks to his father’s career. Aries and Helios had a very close bond to their mother; Elythia practically raised them all on her own. She was a kind-hearted soul and did everything she could for her family. Aries looked up to his mother and was determined to be like her, even when his father pushed him incredibly hard to prepare to inherit his position as the Commander of the Watch. When Aries was only eight years old, Elythia was abducted. A few weeks later, she had been announced as deceased. Aries never gained much information about her disappearance or death, yet he began to have strange visions about what happened to her. They still occasionally happen to this day. After the death of their mother, Helios became Aries’ primary caretaker. As one can imagine, a sixteen to eighteen year old isn’t an optimal choice to be the custodian of an eight to ten year old, especially if both are suffering the loss of their mother. The first two years after her passing were the most painful for him and his family. Aries became determined to rise up to be a defender better than his father. He wanted to be where he can protect as many people as he can. He wanted to do more than follow around a noble.

Education/Career

Aries has been in the private school system all throughout his life. He started school at five years old, and at 11 transferred to a boarding school that focused on combat and heroism training. He was an exemplary student who graduated with high marks and a good reputation. Immediately upon graduation, he was offered a job as a Watchman in a small town near Waterdeep. He decided to take it, finding it to be a convenient distance away from his father, who honestly wouldn’t have time to visit him much even if he was closer to home.

Personality

Aries gained a personality quite similar to his mother’s, but it is encased in a shell of hesitation. It was assured to him at a young age that soldiers cannot love outwardly. Although he is quieter than most, it is not because of shyness. Aries is someone that will analyze a room to find the people he’d like to be near before he walks in it. He does not like to be caught off guard. He rarely speaks first, for lack of interest in talking inwardly. He takes things to heart and remembers small details. If he sees an interaction that doesn’t seem right, he will involve himself to mediate the situation, or escalate it if need be. He is not afraid to take a hit to protect someone in need. In summary, he is a pretty solid definition of the word “hero.”

Appearance

Aries is a 21 year old adult male. For a human, he is slightly above average in height, 5’9. He has a slim athletic build, and is lightly tanned with freckles spattered across his cheeks and shoulders. He has a sharp pointed jawline and a straight nose. His hair is short, pushed back, and messy, with the sides cut a bit closer to his head than the rest. It is a darker shade of strawberry blonde, although the sun naturally highlights several strands. He has wide, pale gray eyes. His right ear has two lobe piercings, while his left has one lobe and a helix. He has a scar that stretches from mid-forehead to the end of his nose across his right eye. This has made it to where a part of his eyebrow can no longer grow, giving him an eyebrow slit. He also has two smaller scars on his left cheek that run parallel to each other. One ends slightly sooner than the other. Many other frivolous scars are peppered across his body from countless stories regarding childhood accidents and school days in combat training.

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Faded Memories // Julie Molina

Summary: After the death of her mother more than music is dropped from Julie’s life. Julie breaks up with her best friend turned then girlfriend Ramona. When Ramona gets closure it causes Julie remembers that Ramona was more than a girlfriend. She was her best friend too.

Warning: Swearing, talk of death, break-up, angst (ain’t new here), Julie and Ramona are ex-girlfriends and no happy ending (oops)

Characters: ex!Julie Molina x ex!Ramona Monet (just worked better with an OC even when it will get less traction, sorry)

Words: 2.9k

A/N: So in my Charlie Gillespie imagine A Walk Down The Aisle the reader played a character Ramona Monet on the show. @leave-reality-behind wanted a fic off the tiny scene I wrote. So here you go.

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Masterlist

Ramona Monet’s deep burgundy lips manoeuvred into an ‘o’ as she released a deep breath of air sending her fringe flying. The last place she wanted to be was the spirit rally, but her Pops had banned for from the hidden gem in the older parts of LA. Ramona’s love of old movies stemmed from the many times her father had dropped her off at the movie theatre on his way to work. Being banned and her best friend performing at the rally is the only reason she would show her face.

Ramona had chosen a red tartan shirt with her fishnets that would more than likely land her in Principle Lessa’s office. As usual, she would fight ‘it broke dress code’ earing a little less respect from the adult but admiration for the quick retorts. Ramona made her way to the gym as the first beat of Carrie’s song played, her black ankle boots finding the way to the bleachers.

“Hey, Monet,” Nick spoke, leaning forward from his concealed position in the nest of jocks. The kind blonde had always been lovely to his girlfriend’s best friend.

“Nick.” Ramona nodded looking back as Carrie burst into the fast pace choreography that went with the pop song.

Dirty Candi’s music was not what Ramona listened to, but she couldn’t fault that it was a catchy song that would be in everyone’s head for days. From a distance, Carrie’s brown eyes finding Ramona wearing her self-made merch.

Ramona’s shirt sported the letters of Dirty Candi in the iconic colours Carrie had stressed over in the beginning. The black shirt was bleached in a tie-dye fashion, but it made Carrie’s heart flutter at the supportive friend she had.

“Whoo!” Ramona called over the loud background noise as Carrie gracefully dropped to perform the floor choreo. The words referencing to the band Queen made the teen girl knowing it was Carrie’s way of acknowledging the car karaoke.

Ramona’s attention was brought to the side where two girls were watching the performance. Flynn and Julie had been in the back of Ramona’s mind since the accident happened; Ramona’s heart dropped at the girl. Julie and Ramona had a good history tainted by tragic loss and teenage angst.

Ramona and Julie had been childhood best friends being a few houses from each other and that history was bittersweet. The two girls had nervously shared their first kisses in the now dilapidated treehouse in the Monet’s backyard. A relationship bloomed like a flower in the morning sun before the sun was concealed behind a storm cloud. Julie’s mom died, and Julie asked for a break.

Now everyone knows that a break is really a breakup and the naïve girlfriends had believed that. Then as Julie struggled with music, she struck out to the closest person, her girlfriend and Ramona found herself dumped. The dumping shattered Ramona’s heart, and the friend group divided. Flynn chose Julie and Carrie, disgusted by the cruel words, chose Ramona in a true Carrie fashion; Carrie and Ramona had initially only interacted together for their mutual friend/girlfriend. Then Ramona’s heart was obliterated when days later, she caught Julie staring at Nick with the same look Ramona used to get.

Ramona’s head turned to disregard the girl that had run out of music class the previous day during her performance. Rumours circulated by the end of the day that Julie Molina had been officially kicked out of the program; Ramona was both sad and relieved. Julie’s own head turned to catch the profile of her ex-girlfriend.

“Go Bobcats!” Carrie Wilson chimed strutting off to the girls change room for the dramatic exit. Needing a break from Julie, the Monet girl followed Dirty Candi into the change room.

“Nailed it,” Ramona spoke, revealing white teeth behind her dark lipstick gaining the pink-haired girl’s attention. Carrie’s face beamed at the compliment.

Ramona and Carrie Wilson couldn’t be farther in comparison with their different tastes and appearance. Carrie was all pink and glittery while Ramona was grunge and angst. Ramona was the one to push Carrie into making a YouTube channel, even promoting the group to Ramona’s followers without prompting.

“Oh! Thank you!” Carrie tugged her best friend into her arms, choking her taller friend with the tight embrace.

“So, I overheard Julie and Flynn when I walked by the music room. Julie’s going to perform for Mrs Harrison.” Ramona warned her best friend concerned as Carrie’s complexation changed to make the gaudy pink wig, “OH!”

Carrie’s French manicure gouged Ramona’s bare arm as she was tugged after the teenager back into the gym. A gasp fell from both their lips as Kayla, the purple dancer for Dirty Candi appeared. The three students rushed the stage where three guys popped out of nowhere on the stage. 

“What the hell?” Ramona demanded watching her ex-girlfriend break out of her music shell, “Wow.”

“What do you mean ‘wow’ Ro?” Carrie asked in exasperation as her best friend stared at the stage, enjoying the music being played. Carrie scoffed only to soften when she saw the expression on Ramona, “Ro, she doesn’t deserve you. She never did.”

The sad smile appeared on Ramona’s face as her eyes met the bass player’s wink. Ramona flushed at the attention taken aback from the confidence. For a split-second, Ramona considered wiggling her way into the band to get back at Julie. 

But while Ramona dressed like a confident badass, it was inside that she felt alone and hurt that Julie was doing so well without her. That sent rage flooding Carrie’s body so when Kayla fawned over the band Carrie glared at her. Kayla dropped her head at the glare.

“I’m gonna go,” Ramona spoke walking away from the stage and her ex who apparently, she still had feelings for. God help Ramona. Why was it when Ramona was shaking the feeling that Julie had to come back with a bang?

Ramona was striding out of the gym as the band disappeared, leaving the Molina girl alone to explain. Ramona leaned against the bathroom sink uncaring of the germs in carried staring at the teen in the mirror. The bubbling sadness faded down, remembering the changes that had happened, she was better without Julie.

Ramona walked back into the hall, catching the tail end of Julie’s conversation with absolutely no one near her. Ramona’s mossy green eyes rolled as she walked by the younger girl the bubble of anger reaching the surface. The sheepish smile on Julie’s face as a concerned custodian pushed his cart by.

“Oh, so does this girl.” Reggie spoke, watching as a rocker chick made a wide berth around his only remaining alive friend, “Ooh, she’s pretty.”

Julie watched the older girl walk by keeping her gaze ahead, “Hey Mona.”

Ramona cast a weird look at the other girl with a roll of her eyes, “Good on you for performing. Surprised someone other than Flynn survived Bitch Bomb 2019.”

Ramona turned around the corner of lockers leaving the Puerto Rican’s shoulders to deflate at the remind of Flynn running off. Sunset Curve watched the interaction with raised brows flicking between the very different girls.

“What was that about?” Alex wondered, viewing the sad expression of the gifted singer’s face. The utter sadness reminding him of when he broke up with his first boyfriend in ’93 and the lingering feeling.

“That was Ramona.” Julie sighed, picking at the braided bracelet on her wrist that had matched the one you used to wear. 

Being fourteen without jobs and little allowance gifts had been mostly thrifted or homemade so for the six month anniversary they had braided bracelets. They had never come off their wrists until the breakup; Ramona had cut it off in a puddle of tears. Julie couldn’t bring herself to remove hers.

“When did Julie get smart enough to how about holograms?” Carrie scoffed as Ramona joined her at the lab table. The performance lingering like a bad taste of the girl’s tongue, “I worked weeks on that song! It was so hard getting Katy’s choreographer to help.”

“Carrie she-“

“She is so stupid! We’ve all lost someone, and we didn’t pull a Bitch Bomb 2019.” Carrie exclaimed referring to the first months of Julie’s grief-led wrath. 

Carrie was both right and wrong in that sense because everyone grieved differently, Carrie would do retail shopping. Ramona’s way of dealing was locking herself in a room with a piano and lugging up water balloons to a roof; very Peyton Sawyer of her. Julie never reached out to apologize for her actions, but Ramona blocked her on everything.

“Car focus on the lab. You still have that bomb-ass song you’re working on.” Ramona sympathized with the teen. Carrie nodded her head, deciding to not focus on some girl with a fluke of a performance; Julie almost puked on the piano a few days ago, so her surprise band was probably a one-time thing.

“Don’t you have anything better than-“

“Carrie do you hear something?” Ramona pursed her lips, scanning the classroom with a feigned look of confusion. Carrie’s lips twitched at her best friend’s antics, “I swore I heard the voice of irrelevance.”

“Ooh and I swore I smelt gutter water perfume too.” Carrie flicked her hair over her shoulder, smirking at Flynn’s look of anger, “Mr. Taylor! Flynn threatened to burn me!”

Mr Taylor turned his attention from Kayla to Flynn’s expression of disbelief and the glare directed at the table ahead. Putting on a look of shock, Ramona appeared genuinely flabbergasted to the chemistry teacher.

“Flynn, that’s detention.” Mr Taylor spoke, turning back to Kayla.

“You bit-“Flynn was cut off by the bell ringing. Ramona and Carrie had already left the confident girl in the room. Flynn was fuming with both Julie’s lying and the unfair detention because of two popular vindictive girls. 

One would expect Ramona Monet, as a member of the music program, to play guitar or drums. However, Ramona was a classically trained pianist with an affinity with stringed instruments as well. The Monet family had a footing in the music world with her mother taught in the same way, and her father a composer.

“Oh! Sorry.” Ramona’s intense focus on the music enchanting the room was pulled as the awkward form stood in the entrance.

“Seriously, Molina?” Ramona winced as her hands fell on the keys creating an ear gouging shriek. Her green eyes shining brighter with the bare face she had chosen with little motivation for makeup, “I’ve been using this room every day at the same time since freshman year. You should know that. Guess I really wasn’t even an afterthought.”

Ramona’s hand shoved soft top binder of her notes in her black bag covered in many pins and embroidered patches. Her bright pink nail polish surprising Julie but her eyes drowned in the form-fitting ripped black jeans with the wine red cable knit sweater. Cheeks flushing Julie stuttered.

“S-sorry. I just-“

“Whatever.” Ramona shoved passed her ex-girlfriend, “Why do you even wear that?”

Julie glanced at the meaningful bracelet that Ramona intensely stared at with the dark and light strings braided. Julie’s eyes fell to see Ramona no longer wore braided bracelets but a bracelet with a moon charm.

“It means a lot.”

“Just not the person.” Ramona darkly chuckled, “Kinda childish?”

Julie shuffled uncomfortably on her feet picking at her cuticle at the insult her antagonist ex threw at her. Three ghosts glared at the Monet girl pissed at the unfair treatment she was giving Julie.

“Hey! What the hell is your problem?” Luke snapped, stepping forward even as Alex made his input of it being unnecessary; they were dead. To Alex shock, the disgruntled girl shifted her gaze from Julie to the trio.

“My problem is none of your damn business Uncle Jesse.” Ramona spat earning raised brows at her reference.

 “Did she die in the ’90s too?” Reggie stage whispered to his best friend staring the pretty brunette down. Ramona’s eyes rolled.

“Should have known. The only people Julie didn’t scare off would be the dead.” Ramona snarked twisting on her heel to storm off into the distance.

“I’m sorry!” Julie yelled, bringing the brunette to a dead stop with her foot not planted on the floor yet as the apology finally came.

All Ramona had ever wanted was Julie to apologize for her shitty decision to dump Ramona cruelly. Using bitter words on her personal life to drive the wedge but the final nail in the coffin was the slammed door in Ramona’s face.

“For what?” Ramona seethed, “For asking for space and screaming when I gave it? Dumping me and acting like I was the black plague? How about when you forgot about my audition? Burning the flowers, I sent for the funeral? Or making breaking off communication and Flynn completely ignoring me?”

“Oh damn.” Luke murmured, stepping back to the drummer and bassist floored at the confrontation. His heart dropped, finally understanding why Julie avoided all topics relating to Ramona.

“I was wrong.” Julie admitted, “I pushed you away. I got mad when you gave me what I wanted. I should have talked to you and not broke up with you that way I did.”

“She burnt funeral flowers. “Alex whispered to Reggie, surprised at the out of character action from his new friend.

“I chose you over my audition. I chose to offer support for my best friend, not just my then-girlfriend, on one of her worst days. I get to the funeral, and you refused to let me say goodbye to the woman that practically raised me as well.” Ramona calmed down, staring at the younger girl breaking apart in front of her.

It felt like a weight dropped off Ramona’s shoulders or the chains of heartbreak and confusion unlocked with the key of closure. The clouds disappeared, letting the sun help the flowers bloom after a year of rain. A genuine smile spread on the girls face as Julie’s dropped at the beautiful sight.

“I hope you well Birdie.” Julie’s heart fluttered at the pet name Ramona had coined for the teenager. It shortened from songbird to birdie, and Julie hadn’t heard in what felt like years, “I gotta go. It’s filming day.”

Julie went pushed into a memory.

Summer 2018

The camera was entirely set on Ramona in the treehouse that her Pop had built when she was five years old. Fourteen-year-old Ramona was relaxing as she fixed her white off-shoulder crop top to be straight once more. The cover of the song accompanied by her acoustic guitar was pretty to the years of the short girl at the entrance.

“I still think it’s cheesy to call it Music Monday.” Ramona told the camera with a shy smile after strumming the last note. Her eyes meeting the girl that tackled her in a hug, “Birdie!”

“Birdie?” Julie questioned leaning back from her kissing attacks on every inch of her dirty-blonde girlfriend.

“Songbird is a bit of a mouthful.” Ramona blushed hiding in Julie’s neck unaware of the camera still rolling. The blush deepened at the lingering kiss to Ramona’s hairline.

“I love it.” Julie softly spoke, leaning back to gaze into Ramona’s green eyes swimming in the soft feeling.

Julie Molina and Ramona Monet had been the classic best friends with hidden crushes that shattered one afternoon. Ramona was nervous about a date she had the next day, and she had never kissed anyone. Julie, awed by her best friend, admitted she’d never kissed anyone and so in a cliché, the girls decided to share their first kiss. Feelings were revealed, and the two started to date.

“So, what brings you here.” Ramona asked, stopping the camera from recording as her girlfriend shifted, “What’s up?”

“If you’re ready I’d like to have you over for dinner.” Julie shyly asked, avoiding Ramona’s gaze.

“That’s not new Birdie.” Ramona chuckled helping the shorter girl to her feet fingers caressing the bracelet that was a twin to her own. Julie’s eyes flicked down to the light pink shorts that matched the butterfly click in Ro’s hair.

“Not as my best friend. As my girlfriend.” Julie murmured fearing the response.

“Should I call your parents Mr and Mrs.” Ramona wondered, kissing Julie’s cheek as the other girl relaxed at the statement. Julie feared Ramona wasn’t ready or didn’t want to be at that stage in the relationship, “If you are ready, then so am I.”

“You’re the best thing to happen to me.” Julie beamed, “Oh! I wanna show you the song Mom, and I made!”

Julie tugged her pretty girlfriend to the front of the house to lead her to the Molina’s garage they renovated into a music studio. The girls’ laughter floating in the summer breeze, the relationship blooming under the sun as it developed further. Naïvely the two young teens believed nothing could rip them apart, if only they knew.

“So, I’m guessing she’s off-limits?” Reggie offered as he bounced on his heels, attempting to lighten the mood. The glare from Julie was enough to answer that question.

“Reg. Firstly, don’t date your friend’s ex. Secondly, you’re dead.” Alex deadpanned at his best friend to turn to Julie, “Are you okay?”

 “No.” Julie honestly spoke, “I guess I never realized that losing my girlfriend also meant I would lose my best friend.”

On the other side of the school, Ramona Monet could finally smile as the memories with Julie regained the colour grief had erased. Ramona Monet was better than fine, she was happy.

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Star Wars OC Ship Week 2021 - “for light and love”

6 - Milestones (First Kiss)

The Jedi Temple, as a general rule, was always humming with activity. As the sun set overhead and the light of faraway stars illuminated the night, the Temple’s diurnal residents would pass into sleep, and their nocturnal fellows would wake. Thus did most days on Coruscant pass for the Jedi - but there came times, scant minutes and hours between the changing of its custodians, where the harmonious bustling which characterized the domain of the Jedi fell silent, and the whole complex itself seemed to fall into a kind of hollow slumber.

It was within one of these slices of pristine, unshared time that Kelto Lem found himself drawn to the meditation hall which housed the Kyber Arch.

Why, he could not say - he had not seen the Arch for many years, not since he was a youngling. He respected its significance, internalized its meaning, but it had never held any special or personal gravity for himself. It had always been too much of an open space, he’d thought, most of the time with too many people there to properly meditate - and it was difficult to focus properly sitting at the foot of a monument to Jedi lost.

So what was he doing here now, at this early hour? Why had he been struck with the compulsion to visit it when all others were asleep? He stood at the door to its hall and puzzled over the answers, grappling with uncertainty.

Was it the work of the Force? Had it brought him here? Had he ... lost his way, somehow? Committed some minor sin of ingratitude or dismissal to the price for peace the Light had paid? Wandered astray from the path in some other matter? And was this some test, then - a chance for the penitent adrift to find absolution?

Was it because of his feelings for Sskeer?

Belatedly, Kelto realized there was someone beside him. Someone tall, and stocky, and looking at him with an expression somewhere between ‘mildly cross’ and ‘quietly concerned’.

“Healer Lem,” Sskeer said, by way of greeting.

“Oh,” said Kelto, turning. “Hello.” Speak of the devil, he thought.

“You’re up early,” the Trandoshan noted.

“Oh… yeah. Couldn’t get to sleep.” He shrugs, looking off to one side. “Happens.”

Sskeer hummed. “Do you often go this far from your chambers on nights like this?”

“I dunno,” the Rodian shrugged again. “Do you?”

The Guardian cocked a brow. The corner of his mouth tugged to one side.

“Not often,” he replied.

“I’ll bet,” Kelto mumbled, on account of having nothing better to say.

His eyes were drawn back to the door as though magnetized. He scratched the side of his head, the pom of his topknot bobbling in kind. Having Sskeer here had done nothing to reduce his uncertainty; if anything, now he felt foolish for being here at all.

But Sskeer was looking at the door, too, arms crossed and jaw set.

“It calls to you, too,” he observed finally.

Kelto’s hands found each other hanging at the level of his hips; hesitantly, he clasped one over the other. “Y-you think so?”

“Search your feelings. We are meant to be here.”

“Both of us? Now? ...Together?”

“It is... unusual,” he admitted, voice softening. “But yes. I am certain.”

“But why?”

Sskeer exhaled slowly through his nose. “I don’t know.”

His arms were crossed pretty hard, Kelto noticed - the claws of his fingers digging into the roughspun of his sleeves. His teeth ground slowly, imperceptibly, against each other.

“You nervous, too?” he asked.

“Confronting fear is the destiny of a Jedi.”

“That’s just rhetoric. Isn’t that what you always say? Jedi are supposed to act, right?”

Sskeer gave Kelto a sidelong look. His mouth tugged to the side again in an almost-smile - and stayed there.

“So… let’s go in, I guess.” Kelto shrugged. “After all, it’s only the Kyber Arch. What’s it gonna do, fall on us?”

At that, the Trandoshan chuffed, and stepped forward. “Let’s go find out.”

Within the white chamber behind the door stood the Kyber Arch itself - a vaulting monument to fallen Jedi, a semicircle of dull gray crystal - kyber crystals - thousands of them, reclaimed from the lightsabers of their brethren that had perished in the line of duty. With that knowledge, the grim cost of the peace of the Jedi became apparent; the Arch stood taller than either of them, than any of them. Tall enough to almost touch the atrium windows in the cavernous ceiling of the chamber that let in the day and night. And yet, for their sacrifice, something beautiful had been created - beautiful, and enduring.

An inspiring sight, to be sure - but in the dark of the very early morning, a dark on which the night could just as easily lay claim, the only thing it inspired in Sskeer and Kelto was confusion. They padded across the floor to one side of its base.

“So… we’re here,” Kelto said, mostly to Ssker but also to … the Force, maybe? He didn’t know. “What do we do now?”

“I wish I knew,” Sskeer admitted. His eyes traced the faraway edge of the semicircle, stretching high above them. “This is the first time I have been called in such a way by the Force. I am… unsure how to proceed.”

Kelto’s snout pulled to the side thoughtfully. His eyes narrowed, and joined Sskeer’s in scanning the faraway horizon the Arch cut through the ceiling.

“‘Why can no Jedi cross the Kyber Arch alone?’” he wondered.

“Hm?”

“It’s something my master told me to think about once, but I don’t think I ever cracked it. Have you heard of it before?”

“I have.”

“Maybe it’s like that,” the Rodian speculated. “Maybe we have to - I don’t know, solve it. It’s like a puzzle, or a test.”

Sskeer grunted doubtfully. “I don’t think it’s the kind of question that can be ‘solved’.”

“Well, why not?”

“Consider the question. It suggests that such a feat cannot be performed, and yet we can safely assume that it can, through persistence and the Force.”

“I mean - probably. Yeah, I could climb that. Do you think I could climb that?”

“Whether you can physically perform the task is irrelevant. It is a question without a right answer. Its point is to provoke contemplation, and through introspection, deeper understanding.” He hooked his thumbs into his belt, setting his jaw with a snort. “It’s rhetorical.” 

Kelto stared up at Sskeer, then back up at the Arch. Slowly, his head nodded up and down.

“I think I get it,” he said finally. “If there’s no single right answer, then it follows that there’s potentially hundreds of possible answers, yes?”

“It is a possibility,” Sskeer conceded.

“Okay, so… maybe we solve the test by finding an answer of our own.”

“I already have one.”

“Really?” The Rodian looked up at him slyly. “You mind letting me cheat off your paper, then?”

When Sskeer looked back at him, his face was unexpectedly somber. “I doubt you’d appreciate it..”

“...Oh,” Kelto said, deflating. “Well, okay, then.”

“And regardless, I’m sure it’s something we must discover for ourselves.”

They stood before the Arch in contemplative silence.

“...So how do we, you know… do that?”

“Well, I don’t know,” Sskeer growled. “I’m a Guardian, not a philosopher.”

“Don’t have a roth, big guy. I’m just fishing for ideas.” Kelto rubbed his chin, an act which squished his snout left and right on his face. His eyes traced the arch from its two-meters-wide foot to the tip of its curve one more time, and twice more after that. He was treating it seriously now, Sskeer could tell - and the way his brow was furrowed and his eyes were narrowed, he was apparently searching his feelings intensely.

Then Kelto paced forward and laid a palm against the surface of the monument.

It was only crystal, raw kyber, accumulated and fused together into a single piece. Smooth to the touch, jagged in places where fragments taken for blades of light had been returned to a lattice of their own kind and begun to heal back together. If he had been expecting a breakthrough to occur from mere touch, none was forthcoming.

But that was alright. He’d already had one.

“The answer’s in the question,” Kelto said slowly. “We have to do what it’s asking before we can understand its meaning.”

Sskeer thought for a moment. Then he hrrrred. “That seems logical.”

“Then… what are we waiting for? Let’s climb the Kyber Arch.”

“Were it so easy. With an audience of our peers present, we might be prevented any injury from falling; alone, we take our safety into our own hands.”

But Kelto was already wriggling out of his soft ankle-high boots. “I’ll be fine,” he said, and lifted his bare sole to show off the fine ridges of setae lining the front quarter of his foot. “Rodians are natural climbers. And if I can do it, you can, too!”

Still, Sskeer doubted. “Did you forget the question in your rush for an answer? ‘Why can no Jedi cross the Kyber Arch alone’. Not ‘with a colleague in tow’.”

“I mean - it doesn’t say we have to do it together! You can just go down to the other end and climb up that side. That’ll be fine, right?”

“That depends. Do you think the Force wants us to follow the spirit or the letter of your test?”

“Come on, Sskeer, just--” Kelto took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. When his eyes opened, they fixed Sskeer with an unusual intensity.

“Listen,” he said. “I think you might be right. Maybe the Force wanted us to come down here - both of us, at the same time. But I think I’m right, too, and we’re being put through some kind of trial. Not physically, but spiritually. I think the Force is trying to tell us something, Sskeer, and I think it’s trying to say something about us. Not ‘you and I’, but us.”

Sskeer bristled. “I wouldn’t speak so openly of such a thing,” he muttered. “Even alone.”

“I think we have to! We have to, Sskeer, because right now the Force might be already.” He looked up at the wall of crystal towering before them, running his fingers along its glassy surface. “But we won’t know until we stop dancing around it and listen. That’s all it’s asking us to do right now, Sskeer - not confess, not cut ourselves off, not… throw ourselves into hovertraffic on Level 1313. Just to listen. However we can. 

And if all it wants us to do is listen, then… shouldn’t we at least try?”

Sskeer stared at him. His lips were set in a tight line, and his claws were digging into the meat of his palms. Kelto wasn’t sure he’d heard him at all, until his eyes dipped downward and he began studying the way his toeclaws were sinking into the floormats.

“You realize it is possible we will not like what it has to say,” he said slowly.

“Of course I do.” Kelto trotted back over to stand before him. “And - we probably won’t. We both know we’ve been bending the letter of the Code to the breaking point just by having this, this … this whatever we’ve been doing, no matter what Jora says. But - if this really ends up being the end of the line - “ He gulped. “I’m ready for that conversation if you are.”

If it weren’t for his familiarity with the man, the careful grace contained in that monstrous exterior, Kelto might have missed the tremor in Sskeer’s chest when he breathed, and in his jaw beneath his grinding teeth. He felt a deep pang of empathy - and alongside it, one of guilt. He could only imagine how Sskeer himself must have been feeling.

“It’s cruel,” he finally said, voice thick. “A cruel trick of fate. I knew this moment was coming, and yet - now that I finally find myself here… I am still afraid.”

Kelto smiled gently, and wrapped one of his hands around the Trandoshan’s. “Confronting fear is the destiny of the Jedi.”

Sskeer nodded through a shaky breath. Then he squeezed his eyes shut, swallowed once - and all frustration and anxiety exhaled out of him. When he opened his eyes, they were no longer wet.

“I will go to the other end of the Kyber Arch,” he said steadily. “When I reach the summit, I will descend along your path, and you shall do the same along mine. We will climb it apart, yet together - and see if that is enough for the Force to reach us.”

“‘Apart, yet together’. I like that.”

Sskeer squeezed his hand firmly. “Be careful,” he hissed. “Should you fall - “

“You’ll catch me.”

“If I can’t-- If I don’t--”

“We’ll try again.”

The Trandoshan blinked down at the Rodian slowly. Then he chuckled forlornly. “I thought I was supposed to be the brave one of the two of us.”

“I learned from the bravest,” Kelto smiled.

Like most climbs, it got harder the further they went.

Though the Arch began at a width of two meters, it narrowed progressively towards the top, becoming only as wide as ten centimeters along its summit. The higher one climbed, therefore, the less space there would be to position, and the less cracks and outcroppings for handholds. What started as youngling’s play became no small feat of dexterity and concentration.

Kelto, for his part, was correct in his assumption; he did have the easier time of it, overall. The quirk of the Rodian physique which gifted him sticky fingers and feet made adhering to the skin of the Arch much simpler, though not necessarily a sure thing; slips were just as familiar to him as to Sskeer. The Trandoshan, for his part, had to be much more careful; if he were less patient and less respectful, he could have used the thick claws on his fingertipss and toes for crampons, brute-forcing his way up the crystal spine - but that would have been degrading to the memory of those that had gone before him, and dishonorable beyond measure. His test was one of respect as well as perseverance.

They both reached the final leaning crest of the monument at around the same time. By that point, if you leaned around the trunk of the Arch, you could see almost clear to the other side. Kelto did so, and saw Sskeer bear-hugging the Arch at about a similar latitude as himself. He waved encouragingly.

Sskeer saw this and, on account of his arms being otherwise occupied, nodded curtly in response. Then he reached up to probe for another handhold--

And the narrow edge of his sole slipped completely off the slim edge of kyber he’d been using as a perch. Shock overtook him just seconds too long for him to correct; his other foothold failed him, too, and he found himself hanging by one hand over a drop of what must have been two or three stories.

Sskeer knew if he were to recover from this angle, he’d have to dig into the crystal surface with his claws to gain enough leverage to scrabble back to safety; this was impermissible. He also knew that if he did not do so, his strength would eventually fail him and he would fall; this was simply unavoidable. So he did the only logical thing.

He let go.

Don’t do it, Kelto was pleading in his mind - but Sskeer was already falling.

The Rodian did not hesitate. Using one hand and both feet to keep him attached to the surface of the Arch, he lunged toward his friend as far as the limits of his body would allow him to, hurling the Force out through his free fingers.

Sskeer landed safely in an invisible palm, having not even descended a full two yards from the point of his fall. He stared at Kelto, almost dumbstruck - and more than a little alarmed.

Carrying Sskeer back through thin air to the surface of the Arch required diverting most of his attention from maintaining his grip, but Kelto did so gladly. The hand which cradled the Trandoshan through the Force quivered as he lifted it up, up, up- up beyond even the point at which Sskeer had originally fallen, to the level of a less sheer slope. But even as Sskeer closed the distance, his other palm began to slide on the glass of the crystal, and the toes of his feet began to lose their suction completely.

The moment Sskeer found a grip, he clung to it for all he was worth. Seeing that Kelto was sliding too, and beginning to peel away, he stretched out a hand - not quite as far - and gave him a nudge between the shoulderblades, enough to push him back flat against the Arch. Breathing shakily, Kelto recovered his grip, then pushed on.

It was a relief to finally see each other over the rim of the Kyber Arch. At the summit, at least, there was room enough to stand, albeit precariously. They climbed to their feet and walked the final paces to each other.

“We did it,” Kelto panted, grinning, as they picked their way over the last few meters. “S-star’s End, we really did it!”

Sskeer laughed, mopped his brow, and shook his head. “This is only the halfway point.”

“Well, we did the half that matters!”

“I’m sure the Force will see it that way.”

“The Force-- The Force! You-- I thought you were gonna fall--”

“Yes… and after I’d gone through all that worrying for you...” Sskeer laughed again, really laughed, at the irony of it. “Surik’s Blade, Kelto! I’m supposed to catch you!”

“You can still do that,” the healer said, giddily. “Look, I’ll just tip off the edge like this--”

He started to lean. Sskeer grabbed him by the shoulders, corrected his angle, and pulled him in close.

“Please don’t,” he grunted. “There’s a very thick line between bravery and recklessness.”

“W-well, I wouldn’t know,” Kelto said. “I was never really brave before I met you.”

“You were all along. I only helped you discover it. There’s never been a Jedi born that was a coward, Kelto, and if there was, it certainly wasn’t you.”

The Rodian giggled, flushing. “You’re just saying that because I stopped you getting splattered into space waffle batter down there.”

“It had an impact, yes.”

Kelto hummed. Being up here, at the top of the chamber, secure in Sskeer’s arms as they thrilled in their minor victory… it was nice. He wrapped his own arms around the Trandoshan’s waist; they fit there easily, like hand and glove.

“So what’d I help you discover?”

Sskeer gave a rumble. “The view from up here, mainly.”

“Oh, that’s all? No profound personal revelations you’d like to share?”

He thought for a moment. Then he said, “Perhaps one.”

Carefully, Kelto shuffled backwards half a step to look up, still keeping himself and Sskeer locked in their mutual embrace. “What?”

“A new answer.”

“That’s… vague.”

“‘Why can no Jedi cross the Kyber Arch alone’? I thought I had the answer already; you gave me one more. And I think the Force brought us here to show us they can both be true.”

“Well, don’t leave me in suspense - what’s your new answer?”

“No Jedi can cross the Arch alone - because we are never alone.”

Outside, the day finally broke, and the sun streamed in through the atrium windows.

The Kyber Arch’s ‘golden hour’ had finally struck - the point in time at which sunlight streamed through the transparent monument and refracted through the thousands of kyber crystals which made up its body, illuminating them, revealing their many splendorous colors that for most of the cycle lay dormant. A beam of sun became a trickle of hue - and then, in moments, the room filled with vibrant rainbows. The Arch twinkled and shone like a kaleidoscope beneath their bare feet. 

Sskeer and Kelto fell silent, and for a time watched the lights dance throughout the room in quiet amazement.

“It seems we passed,” Sskeer murmured thoughtfully.

Kelto stared up into his eyes, pleasant astonishment written across his face. Then he wrapped his arms around Sskeer’s neck, levered himself up on tiptoes, and kissed him. The Trandoshan wound his own arms around the Rodian’s shoulders and kissed back, just as fervently.

“I love you, Sskeer.”

“And I you, Kelto Lem.”

It was morning again in the High Republic.

[cadreformed]

— PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER !

———  BASICS! 

name!     Aloe pronouns!    she/her zodiac sign!      pisces sun(technically im a pisces aries cusp), aquarius moon, saggitarius rising- and thats all I remember! i dislike being a pisces! I am sensitive but dont write me off like stop that horoscope writers there is no romantic encounters in my future. taken or single!    single and fine with that tbh. life will happen eventually and Im just enjoying living right now with my roomie and pets.

———  THREE  FACTS! 

1 i am so distressingly into folklore. i love!! all of it!!!everywhere!! its all amazing!!! and beautiful!!! and i once tried to write a book on it but I got too discouraged because I was weak and like I know this about myself in that I need some support from people in my life (shocker) and everyone I talked to told me it was stupid or a waste of time etc so I got discouraged and quit! I may restart doing it again but with how academia is so gatekeepery I may just make a folklore wordpress blog and leave it at that.

2  i worked as the custodian (only one) for an art museum and the 3 years I worked there I only almost destroyed two (2)  very expensive pieces of art while i was doing maintenance work. One was a tiny statuette and the other was a george washington oil painting I almost took out with a florescent light tube (i fucking hate george washington so that wouldve just been job loss like theres t least 15 paintings of him in that place its not like we would’ve been hurting for one)

3!  i am here to have fun!!! i might have missed tagging something! i dont tag my queue! my navigation? maybe ill get to it? maybe not. who knows! i dont know who proof reading is but I see them in the phonebook from time to time. My drawings are messy my graphics are beginner level and thats okay with me. I like the mess I live in and if it was too organized and neat it just wouldnt be me. i thrive in this flood plane of chaos that I call a blog.  tumblr is here to have fun and like expand your skills sure but dont pressure yourself with being a pro right away. post your new art and graphics! try writing that new muse and fail spectacularly! just have fun!

———  EXPERIENCE! 

platforms used! too many I started writing in like the early 2000s like its been too long like too long. I usually only write on tumblr and plan on keeping it that way.

———  MUSE  PREFERENCE! 

gender! no preference 

least favourite face(s)! KJ Apa, nothing against him personally more so some bad memories attached to his face.(hes a great actor though!!) 

multi or single! : Booooth. My OC gets his own blog because I love him the most. Hes the favorite child (sorry geist and tier!)

fluff / angst / smut! ♡    

fluff:  all fluff all the time like literally always down for fluff. its gotta have some substance sprinkled in there but like all interactions are meaningful tbh. everyday fluff? hell yeah.

angst its gotta be like, a reason for angst. i work in mental health I dont want to come online and answer nothing but angst threads all day!!! give us some reprieve and toss in a different genre or have it be a meaningful experience plz i beg of you

smut :  depends on my muse and if Im in the mood for it (which is very rare ngl)

plot / memes!

both depends on who im writing against. 

 TAGGED BY:  i stole it with my little raccoon hands. TAGGING: anyone who wants to.

[lubdubsworld]

Give me some Sugar (Daddy)

Park Jimin / OC

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2/ Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 ~ Part 1

( A/N : I’ve split chapter 6 into two parts . This one is a bit short and its the first part...i’ll be posting the second part in a couple of days) 

“This place is massive. I honestly don’t know how this even happened. Oh my god... unnie, there’s even a hot tub!!” Ji Soo squealed from somewhere inside the apartment and i paused from where i was setting up her closet. 

“That’s amazing baby!” i called out loudly, before moving back to get the huge box of tampons and wet wipes , hauling it to the bottom of the spacious closet and shoving it into a corner. I straightened, back popping a bit and smiled at a job well done. All her clothes were in. My mother had gone out for a walk with the live in custodian, who was a sweet young woman . She was kind as well, assuring me that she would have no trouble cooking meals for my mother and sister , seeing that Jimin was ‘ compensating’ her with more than enough funds. 

I tried not to let the guilt gnaw away at my soul. 

Somewhere in my purse, I could hear my phone buzzing away and i flinched. I wasn’t in the mood to deal with Seulgi. Her fury was understandable but that didn’t make it any less annoying. her threat to tell the professors about that stupid profile did worry me a little but i could easily pass it off as a prank . It wasn’t like I had interacted with any of the men on the website. 

What bothered me was her obsession with Jimin.  She had told me that she wouldn’t think twice about outing my relationship with Jimin to the public if things didn’t go her way. I had told her that we could talk when I was back in Seoul, but apparently she wasn’t patient enough for that. 

when my phone rang again, i finally couldn’t take it anymore. Losing all patience , I stuck my hand into my purse, grabbing my phone and pressing it to my ear.

“ Seulgi , i know you want Park jimin all to yourself and you know what...you can have him!! Just stop bothering me so much and-”

“Wow. Pimping me out so soon? “ Jimin’s teasing voice made my heart turn over in my chest. i pulled back and stared at the phone. it was Jimin’s phone. Oh god, I was such an idiot!!!

“I...Oh my god...it’s not what you think... Jimin I’m so sorry... I...”

‘Relax... baby. i knew that friend of yours was going to be a fucking pain in my ass.” He sighed deeply. “ what’s she up to now?”

I bit my lips, not sure what to say. 

“It’s just...she found out about that website ...the one i registered in... She...well, she’s a bit upset that I’m close to you...”

Jimin chuckled.

“i would have liked to see you having a nice catfight with her over me. Instead you give up so easily... I’m disappointed, love.” He groaned in faux sadness and i felt a smile tug my lips.

“I’m only with you for your money, jimin ssi... I don’t like drama any more than you do.” i tossed back. 

He laughed aloud at that.

“i miss you...” he said softly. “ Miss every little part of you. Shall i drive over?” 

I startled, unprepared. 

“you...what?”

“shall I drive over to Busan? if i start now, i could be there by nightfall...” He said thoughtfully and i felt my heart race, tongue going dry in a way that was unfair and uncalled for.

“Jimin... You don’t have to... i mean..”

“didn’t you hear me? I said i missed you... i want to... come on, don’t you miss me, baby?”

the door opened and I stared up , startled . My sister stood there, frowning.

“Who are you talking to?” She said suspiciously.

“I..uh... I’ll have to call you back...” i said hastily and Jimin laughed.

“if you hang up, I’m driving over and climbing in through the window of your room tonight, Y/N.”

Oh my God...

“It’s.. just a friend, Ji Soo...what’s wrong?” i said and Jimin chuckled.

“Just a friend huh? A friend whose had his fingers inside you.. He whispered softly and the blood rushed to my face so fast that i went momentarily lightheaded. 

My sister glared at me.

“A friend...why are you so red in the face, unnie?” 

i fumbled with the phone , nearly dropping it before whispering a hasty “ please “ and hanging up. i turned back to my sister and managed a wide smile. 

“Nothing..i just.. Are you done? Should we go have dinner outside?” i said cheerily and she groaned, moving over to plop down on the bed.

“ When are you driving back?” She said softly.

“Tomorrow morning.” i said apologetically. “ My professors said i can’t take too many days off.” 

“When will you come back?” She pouted. 

i laughed. 

“you’ll barely miss me once your classes start tomorrow. “

“What about you...won’t you miss me?”

 oh, baby if you only knew...

“No...” i said firmly and she sat up, looking affronted. 

“what?!” 

“Because i’ll be able to drive down anytime i want to see you. And we’ll talk on the phone and I’ll be happy because you’re doing what you love...” 

Her gaze softened.

“you’re so special, unnie.” she smiled and i smiled. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

‘you’re nothing special...!! “ Seulgi hissed, the moment i stepped into her room in the dorm the next evening. 

“Seulgi...”

“What do you think you’re doing?! You honestly think you can get away with doing this to me and...”

“I’m not doing anything to you. You don’t own Jimin!” I said loudly and she scoffed.

“i cannot believe this shit.... Are you honestly forgetting, everything you have to lose here? perhaps i should give your boyfriend a little call and then you’ll come to your senses...I should just tell him how you’re cheating on him with some handsome idol, sleeping around while he works his ass off for you ...” She hissed.

i felt nausea rise inside me . 

“Don’t..” i choked out. “ He’s not my boyfriend. I hate him... i don’t want anything to do with him...” 

Seulgi laughed.

“Oh, that’s rich! You think anyone else would ever want you?? Jae Hwan’s the only one who knows what kind of a girl you are... He knows all your little  quirks... isn’t that what they call it these days? He knows and he still puts up with you... As if you’ll ever find another guy like him...”

I stayed quiet, not letting the words get to me.

“i want Jimin... “ She hissed. “ i want him more than anything I’ve evr wanted in my life.. And i’ll be damned if i let you get in the way...”

I nodded.

“Like i said, you can have him. i don’t want to fight over him...” i said calmly. 

She frowned. 

“then take me to him.” She snapped.

i shrugged. 

“Gladly. But Seulgi, as much as I hate the things you do.... i don’t hate you. So i’m telling you this : Park Jimin is not an idiot. You can’t manipulate him the way you try to manipulate everyone else. there’s nothing there for you. Except maybe genuine humiliation.” I said softly.

“Get out of my room.” She whispered.

i nodded.

“Don’t say i didn’t warn you.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“is there an explanation for this?” Jimin said softly, staring back and forth between me and Seulgi. 

“She wants to end things with you.” Seulgi said swiftly and Jimin stared at me. 

“is this true?” He said evenly.

i nodded.

jimin tilted his head, considering . 

“Alright. That’s fine. It was a pleasure doing business with you, Ms .” He smiled. 

Seulgi looked surprised glancing between us in confusion.

“Wait... i mean... You need another girl right? in her place? you need a girl... I can be her. i’ll do anything for you, Jimin ssi...” she said brightly, leaning forward eagerly and i bit my lips to keep the smile off my face. 

Jimin gave me a sultry glance before turning to her.

“What?” He said, looking evry confused.

“isn’t that why you picked her? you wanted a girl .... to be your mistress or your date ...so you picked her... “ Seulgi pointed at me. 

Jimin smiled softly, features relaxed and gorgeous in the dim light of the restaurant. 

“Not at all. i picked her because i wanted  her.”

The breath got knocked out of me. I stared at him, hating the way tears vaguely prickled somewhere in the corner of my eyes. He glanced at me again and the fondness there was so palpable that I looked down at my knees, tears threatening to brim over. 

When was the last time anyone had wanted me?

“what?” Seulgi sat still, frozen.

Jimin sighed deeply. 

“i picked Y/N because i wanted her. Because she’s beautiful and kind and lovely. I’m not picking you because...well, for starters, you are none of those things.” He gave a pinched expression, so condescending that i actually felt sorry for her. 

“What did you just say?” She hissed and Jimin straightened. 

“you want me to spell it out? just the sight of you makes me fucking nauseous. Now get the fuck out of here ...” He said softly.

Seulgi stayed perfectly still but i could see her anger swelling inside her. She began to say something but Jimin held his hand up.

“If you create a scene, i’ll end whatever career you’re trying to have before it even begins. i may look like an angel, Miss, but trust me i can be very, very ruthless when i want to be. And right now, you're making me want to destroy your very existence.” He whispered. 

Seulgi glanced at me before standing on shaky legs.

“this isn’t over.” she whispered before turning on her heels and stalking out. 

I stayed perfectly still, not sure what to say and Jimin grinned lazily.

“I’m assuming you changed your mind about ending things with me , then?” 

i smiled at that. 

“Yes. Can we go home now?” i whispered.

“gladly.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Wait... Wait...” I grabbed his wrists , pulling them away from my waist and Jimin gave me a confused look. i was sitting on his lap, straddling his waist while he lay back against the headboard, cushioned against a bunch of soft pillows. The late afternoon sun was soft , setting off a pale glow without adding any warmth and we hadn’t bothered closing the curtains. 

Jimin looked ethereal like this, grey hair soft and mussed, eyes sparkling and smile soft and gently. 

“What is it baby?” He whispered softly, reaching out and brushing the hair off my forehead. 

“I wanna touch you... See you... Make you feel good.” i said softly, feeling a little braver, after an hour of being wrapped around him.

Jimin grinned.

“i’d be an idiot to say no to that...” He winked.

i nodded before reaching out and carefully unbuttoning his shirt. I was about half way done when the fabric pulled away, showing off the smooth golden skin of his chest, the shadow of a dusky nipple and i trembled a little, glancing up at him nervously. 

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to...” He whispered. 

i swallowed.

“i want... more.” i whispered. 

“Then take it. You can have anything you want...” He whispered, leaning forward and kissing the inside of my wrist. “ My body’s yours.” 

The words tugged on my insides, and i felt parts of me clench in response, a sort of desperate ache. 

“Alright...” I unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and slowly pulled it open. 

objectively , i knew that he would look good. 

jimin was a fit, muscular idol in his prime. but nothing prepared me for how beautiful he was, his stomach taut and smooth, muscles firm without being bulky, his waist lean and trim. i didn’t think, leaning forward and kissing his collar bone. 

Jimin sighed, sinking further into the pillows. I kissed a trail across his chest, over to the other side of him, sinking my teeth lightly into his neck. 

“careful, kitten.” He rasped out and the pet name made me whimper internally. 

i kissed down his chest, before reaching his nipple and curiosity made me reach out with my tongue, using the tip to lick against the firm bud till it stiffened. 

“Fuck...” Jimin groaned and i pulled back.

‘you’re sensitive...” i smiled and he rgimaced.

“Very. ” He admitted. “ please be gentle baby girl.” 

 i grinned before swooping down and closing my mouth over  the tip and  suckling hard.

“Jesus christ!!”  his hips lifted off the bed and i couldn’t help but laugh , until he grabbed my shoulders and tipped me over, pinning me down and hovering over me.

“you’re a menace.... i should fuck this insolence out of you...” he growled. i laughed and pushed him off me, rolling us over till i was back on top.

“Maybe later...” i said airily. “ If you can be a good boy for me now...” 

Jimin grinned. 

“You don’t want to go there sweetheart...” He said warningly and i laughed harder before kissing the soft skin, just below his belly button.

He went still, looking surprised.

“sweetheart...”

“is this okay?” i whispered, tentatively touching the sterling silver buckle of his belt. 

He swallowed visibly. 

“I..yeah... if you want... Y/N...”

“I want.” i said firmly , before swiftly pulling the worn leather through the hoops. I pulled his zipper down , tamping down my nervousness and letting my affection for him take its place. i liked jimin. i owed so much to him. He had made me feel so good about myself and i genuinely wanted to make him feel good too. i helped him get his jeans off and kissed his hip bones, smiling when he jerked a little as i kissed the inside of his thighs. The downy soft hair there tickled my nose and i nipped the soft underside of his thigh, licking to soothe the sting, reveling in the way he trembled beneath me. 

He really was so sensitive. 

i moved across to rest between his thighs and sighed when his fingers touched the top of my head. 

“Baby...” He whispered and i glanced up at him.

“Let me make you feel good, jimin ssi....” i said meekly and his eyes widened . 

“fuck, baby...” 

I kissed the outline of his cock, through the soft material of his boxers and smiled when he fell back against the pillows, groaning. 

“Baby...” He moaned.

Encouraged, i mouthed at the hard length, feeling a dash of pride when he stiffened further, my fingers reaching out to grip the hardness .

I hooked a thumb over his boxers before pulling them down as well. I gripped his cock gently, rubbing my thumb across the top of the slit to collect the precum there, before leaning down and taking him into my mouth. 

He felt amazing inside my mouth, like silk on steel, his cock stretching my mouth wide over his girth. I reached down to fondle his balls and the grip on my hair tightened suddenly, yanking a bit too hard.

pleasure shot up my spine, nerve ending tinging at the pain that felt like pleasure and i groaned around his cock.

“Fuck...you like that baby? Like the way i grip your hair..?” He whispered and i clenched my thighs, bobbing my head over his thick, cock, drowning in the way it felt in my mouth. i licked the tip , running my tongue in circles around the sensitive head before dipping my tongue into the slit, tasting salty precum . 

I closed my lips over the sensitive head, using my tongue to press flat against the underside, massaging his length in small licks.

“fuck you’re so good at this baby...where did you learn to suck cock like this? My perfect little slut....” He whispered and somehow the praise only made me want to work harder, to make him cum as soon as possible, to have him shaking and trembling in my arms. 

i took him in deeper, breathing through my nose as i sank down on him fully, letting him hit the back of my throat.

“God , look at you... you’re made for this baby....so pretty, so beautiful with my cock down your throat...fuck...” 

I moaned around his cock and the vibrations made him buck into my mouth almost choking me, but i loved it. 

“God, yes.... pretty little mouth deserves to get fucked .... so gorgeous...”

I felt him pulse inside my throat and his grip on my hair tightened. 

“fuck, baby...i think i’m gonna-”

i pulled off, closing my palm around his cock and jerking him off quickly, making sure to keep my face right near the tip of his dick. A few seconds later , he was cumming all over my face , thick strings of pearly white cum landing all over my face . 

i grinned at him as i massaged him through the after shocks, only stopping when he gripped my hair and pulled me off, overstimulated and sensitive. 

“fuck... i can’t believe....” he choked out, laughing.” you just sucked my out of my dick, baby...”

i laughed.

“i’m sorry...I’ve never swallowed before and-”

jimin groaned.

“Are you kidding me, baby that was perfect just-”

i grabbed a wet napkin off the counter and wiped my face clean while he helped.

“But i’ll learn.” i said softly.

He stared at me.

“what?”

“i’ll learn how to swallow.... if you teach me.” I said demurely. 

jimin sighed.

“you’re going to kill me, aren’t you?” He whispered.

i laughed before nuzzling onto his side. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the top of my head. 

“My baby.” He said softly. 

I nodded , settling against the warmth of his chest and nodding off at once. 

Part 1- fin. 

( be sure to let me know what you thought . cough *smut* cough was awkward i know but i’m trying so forgive me... *sobs * )