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choicesmc · 11 months ago
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made using [makowka character maker II]
Quick Sheet! Markus Howards
basic info
pronouns: she/her zodiac: leo love interest: ayna seth -> tatum mendoza
personality
marcus is an amazing negotiator and for a good reason! she's good at hiding her intentions behind flattering words and honey-dipped smiles. though this can come into question when her impulsive nature gets the best of her.
misc. hcs
she's a transwoman + kept her given name
distantly related to sawtooth (<- they're fourth cousins on her mom's side)
has ptsd related conversion disorder
her relationship with tatum collapses a little after the events of the book (though it doesn’t stay that way)
tempering expectations here: markus won't be added to my official list of mcs! she's lovely but im not quite sure i have the bandwidth to add anyone else right now + do them justice. for now, she's one of my "quick characters", mcs i'd like to share but not devote a particularly large amount of thought to.
she will get a tag tho: #qc!markus h.
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cardinalnuggets · 4 years ago
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You make me feel safe.
Pairing: Ayna x f!mc Word Count: 1350 ish Rating: T Summary: The attack on Kennedy was a bit more attack and less red paint being thrown on her. She's ended up in hospital and wakes up to Ayna sitting with her. It's pure self-indulgent cheese but hopefully it'll cheer some of you up given what's coming later tonight.
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Beep, beep, beep, beep.
The noise was incessant, and it was only making the squeezing in her brain worse. If only it would shut up, she might be able to drift off again until the worst of it had passed. But just as she thought this, she slowly became aware of dull pain aching all over her body, right from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Her head was definitely the worst, however.
There was a nice sensation as well, now that she thought about it. Something warm and silky under her palm. It was enough to calm her, give her something to focus on before she lost her patience with the pain. With every bit of energy she had, she concentrated on moving her fingers, trying to figure out what was beneath them. Smooth as a baby’s bum, she thought, skin? As though to confirm her theory, the thing tightened around her hand and she realised it must be someone’s hand.
Could it be my mom? She thought, and then almost immediately dismissed that. Even an attack on her wouldn’t be enough to make her mother abandon her political engagements. If she were able, she would have rolled her eyes at her own foolishness.
Tatum then? That seemed the most logical. No doubt he would be feeling guilty even though there would have been nothing he could have done. She would have to put up with him hovering around her even more than normal.
Just then, a soft groan reached her ears, decidedly too feminine to belong to Tatum. A quiet rustling next to her was followed by a weight lifting from the bed next to her hand.
“Kennedy? Are you awake?” The voice was hoarse with sleep, but it was instantly recognisable. Ayna. Ayna must have followed her to the hospital, and God she didn’t think she’d ever been so thankful for anything before. The attack had left her shaken, but Ayna’s presence was sure to help keep her from the worst of her panic.
Almost as though her body was waiting for confirmation she was with her, Kennedy’s eyelids fluttered open. At first, she looked like nothing more than a vaguely person shaped blob but with a few blinks to rid herself of the last of the sleep, she could see her in all her beauty.
She looked so soft, bathed in an almost ethereal glow from the hints of light filtering through the room’s crooked blinds. Angelic, Kennedy thought as her heart stuttered in her chest before picking up double time. Unfortunately for her, the heart monitor attached to her beeped along with it. With a look bordering on panic, the last of the sleepiness disappearing, Ayna turned towards the monitor.
“Is something wrong? Are you in pain?” Her voice wavered with the worry written on her face. She was half out of her seat, focused on the bell to call the nurse above Kennedy’s bed.
A short snort of laughter escaped Kennedy, though it quickly snuffed out as her broken ribs screamed at her. Ayna’s soulful gaze flickered over Kennedy’s face, her brows crinkling in confusion but seeing the pain on her face, she reached again towards the call button.
“No, no you don’t need to press that! I’m fine!” Kennedy’s voice was raspy and she instinctively reached up to try and grab Ayna’s hand, sending another wave of pain through her ribs. She all but doubled over in the bed, ruining her assertation that she was okay. “I promise I’m fine it just hurts to move.”
Ayna’s hand dropped to her side and instead of sitting back in her seat, she perched on the edge of Kennedy’s bed. “Are you sure?” She asked gently, reaching out to lace her fingers with Kennedy’s. “Your heart -”
“I’m fine.” Kennedy repeated, giving her fingers a squeeze. Heat crept up her neck and blossomed on her cheeks as she turned to stare at the wall opposite Ayna. “I just – I was – ugh,” she stuttered, rolling her eyes at herself, “I can’t believe I have to admit to this out loud, but you looked so beautiful sitting there half asleep. It just – caught me off guard. I’ve never gotten to see you like that before.”
Although the words came out half-garbled as Kennedy tried to rid herself of them in a rush, Ayna caught every one. Kennedy could see her go completely still out of the corner of her eye, so she turned back to face her, worried that she had said too much. Ayna’s mouth had formed a little “o” shape and her eyes were wide behind her glasses. She opened her mouth to try and shove what she had just said back in, or maybe her own foot. Before she could, though, Ayna’s face melted into the warmest smile Kennedy had ever seen, but her dark eyes glittered with mischief.
“I might have said the same about you if I could actually see your face behind all the wires and bandages.”
A sharp, startled laugh escaped Kennedy, though it was once again short lived thanks to the excruciating pain in her ribs. “Oh, please don’t make me laugh,” she whined, though her face was lit up in a way Ayna hadn’t seen it for a while.
“I’m sorry,” she answered, leaning down to plant a kiss on the small bit of Kennedy’s forehead that wasn’t bruised or bandaged. She probably would have felt a little guiltier if Kennedy’s smile didn’t look so joyful. There hadn’t been much of this kind of happiness on her face since they had gotten caught by the paparazzi in the lake.
They lapsed into a comfortable silence, so with a last squeeze of Kennedy’s hand, Ayna shifted her weight to get off her perch on the bed to sit back in her seat. Before she could move, however, Kennedy stopped her with a tug on her arm.
“Are you going to stay with me?”
Ayna answered with a short nod but before she could say anything, Kennedy patted the small space next to her in the bed.
“Then you should lie beside me. It’d be much more comfortable than sleeping in that chair.”
Honestly, the whole attack ordeal had been quite traumatic, and although Ayna’s presence calmed her, she didn’t think it would work enough to let her get back to sleep. Having her arms around her though, well that might just work. But Kennedy was not ready to talk about the attack and how much it had scared her, so she would have to hope that Ayna would take her up on her offer.
Ayna could feel Kennedy’s palms get clammy, see her eyes darting about in barely concealed panic and she knew there was more going on than Kennedy wanted to say. Gently lowering herself into the bed, she replied “okay, but you have to promise me you won’t kick me in your sleep.” Her eyes swam with worry, but her lips curled up in a cheeky grin.
“I’m a wriggler, so no promises. I can apologise in advance with a kiss?”
“Hm, making me an offer I can’t refuse. How diplomatic of you.” With that, Ayna leaned down to tenderly brush her lips with Kennedy’s.
Her lips were pillowy and soft, and Kennedy swore that she could gladly spend her life kissing her. Despite the sharp pain lancing through her, she reached a hand up to rest on the back of Ayna’s neck, hoping to keep her there for as long as possible. But all too soon, Ayna pulled back, dropped a kiss onto Kennedy’s forehead and said “you should try and get some more rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
With a nod, Kennedy snuggled into the warmth of Ayna’s chest, feeling her arms wrap around her. The scent of her sweet perfume calmed her instantly.
“Promise?” Came the quiet reply, Kennedy’s eyelids already drooping.
“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.” And with that, Kennedy fell asleep, safe in the arms of the woman who was quickly starting to feel like home.
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samanthadalton · 4 years ago
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I guess trying to romance Ayna at the same time as Blaine was a waste but my heart lies with Blaine 🥺 (if only pb treated her better)
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kamilah-the-bloodqueen · 4 years ago
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Heeeey💖
Don't get me wrong, I like your fics very much, have been following your blog for a long time, and could say you're getting better day by day. I read your last fic too, you did a great job again. Now don't want to be like I'm meddling in your business, but I'll ask something very politely and nicely. Please, don't make Ayna dirty or ruin her image in that fic, she's sweet, pure and precious 🥺🥺💖
Thank you so much for your supportive words and I promise that wasn’t my intent with that last fic! I value this kind of feedback because I’m not romancing Ayna so I’m not as familiar with her character as f!Blaine but I will try to keep her as her wholesome, precious and adorable cinnamon roll self. 💖❤️
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mortallyclearwonderland · 4 years ago
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Star Wars Alien Species - Kel Dor
Dorin was a dark and dusty planet in the Expansion Region. It was the homeworld of the Kel Dors, with an atmosphere of a unique gas and helium.
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The planet was situated between two black holes, making access to the planet limited, while space travel for the natives was highly dangerous. Dorin's atmosphere contained very little oxygen, and barely supported life, although some flora did exist on the planet. This atmosphere mix affected the evolution of the Kel Dor, requiring them to wear antiox breath masks to filter out oxygen while off-world. Likewise, many non-Kel Dors visiting Dorin would have to wear breath masks of their own for the gases they required. Humans, however, could survive at least a short time in the atmosphere without suffering any ill effects.
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The Kel Dors were aware of and used the Force long before they joined the Galactic Republic and the Jedi. This proud Force tradition was known as the Baran Do Sages. The Baran Do Sages often acted as advisers to rich and powerful Kel Dor families. Initially, their powers centered on weather-prediction, but as the Baran Do Sages learned more about the Force, they realized they had an affinity for detecting, and subsequently preventing, dangerous events. Wars and disasters were often averted simply by the insight of a Baran Do Sage. After joining the Republic, the Baran Do Sages dwindled in power and number, due to the Jedi's greater knowledge of the Force, and their taking of Force-sensitive infants. Those Kel Dors who were even aware of their existence considered them to be eccentric wizards. Some traditional families still sent Force-sensitive children to learn from them, however. Because of their obscurity, the Sages managed to escape the Great Jedi Purges, for the most part, unscathed.
Kel Dors were noted for their simple approach to justice, and they typically saw moral issues in black and white. On the one hand, the Kel Dor were noted for their hospitality, they would never turn away a stranger in need. Yet, Kel Dors were not averse to taking the law into their own hands, and had no compunctions about putting to death a thief who was merely stealing to feed himself.
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Kel Dor surnames, like Human surnames, were based on ancient family trades or jobs, or even a description of a particularly famous Kel Dor in the family. The Koon family name, for example, meant 'explorer'.
Kel Dor given names were based, loosely, on the sounds generated by Dorin's unique atmospheric phenomena. This tradition was highly popular among the Kel Dors, and the upper classes considered it bad luck to name a child away from Dorin. Kel Dor names tended to be short, usually monosyllabic, due to an ancient superstition about the "wind spirits" of Dorin. Upon hearing the sustained wind-sound of a long name, so the story went, the wind spirits would have mistaken the child for one of their own, and carried him or her off to be raised as a wind-child. No one believed in this myth for thousands of years, but the effect it had on Kel Dor naming conventions remained.
The tradition of using the sounds of atmospheric phenomena meant that Kel Dor given names appeared to have almost no meaning to an outsider, but another Kel Dor who had heard the sound in question and could identify the phenomenon would understand the significance and meaning of the name.
Likewise, objects and techniques were often named after their purpose or effect. For example, the Baran Do Force technique ayna-seff, which caused brain activity to become undetectable, translated to "dead brain" in Galactic Basic Standard.
Dorin joined the Galactic Republic in 5975 BBY, and had direct representation in the Galactic Senate. Because so many Jedi came from Dorin, the Republic funded the construction of an enclave on the planet. The atmosphere limited the regular students to Kel Dor, although many Jedi of other species visited the enclave to learn from the Kel Dor masters. While its isolation allowed the planet to remain unharmed by the Old Sith Wars, nearly all Jedi at the enclave on Dorin were killed by Sith assassins following the Jedi Civil War. During the New Sith Wars, the planet was the site of a battle won by the Sith.
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During the Clone Wars, General Grievous led an attack on Dorin, but the Galactic Republic defeated his forces.
Dorin fell within space controlled by the Galactic Empire during the Hunt for Zsinj of 7–8 ABY and was within the core territory of Grand Admiral Thrawn's confederation during his campaign against the New Republic in 9 ABY. Dorin was outside of Imperial space by the following year, during which it was attacked by Imperial forces as part of an offensive by the reborn Emperor Palpatine's alliance of Imperial factions. Dorin later joined the New Republic, and the Baran Do engaged in contact and exchange with the New Jedi Order.
During the Yuuzhan Vong War, the planet fell into the hands of the invaders. After 35 ABY, the territory of the Imperial Remnant expanded, and Dorin was within the borders of the Remnant during the Second Galactic Civil War of 40–41 ABY. In 43.5 ABY, Luke and Ben Skywalker traveled to Dorin to consult the Baran Do and their involvement in Jacen Solo's fall to the dark side.
Early in the reign of the Darth Krayt's Galactic Empire, Dorin was blockaded by the Imperial Navy. The Sith then ordered that the best and brightest of Kel Dor offer their service to the Empire, or their people would suffer. As a result many Kel Dor entered the Imperial service, though the blockade remained in place. A secret route onto the world, called the Dorin Run, was discovered by smugglers, though it lay so close to the black holes, that all but the most reckless considered it too dangerous to use.
Their skin ranged in color from peach to a crimson red. Most had dark, black eyes, although some were born with silver irises, a mark that was often seen as an affinity for the Force.
Kel Dors were, as a whole, considered an unattractive species due to their strange facial structure. Their noses were described as falling short of becoming a beak, with a gaping opening that descended to the mouth, a toothless chasm with drooping fleshy strands. In place of teeth, Kel Dor had an upper and lower hard-palate, visible only when they pulled their lips back. Framing their head were extrasensory organs which terminated in small black tusks.
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Due to Dorin having a unique atmosphere composed of helium and a gas unique to their world, the Kel Dors were forced to wear an antiox breath mask and protective goggles whenever in atmospheres of a different composition. This equipment protected them from carbon dioxide, nitrogen, and oxygen, which were fatal to a Kel Dor. The breathing mask also helped to amplify the Kel Dor's voice, as they were forced to shout to produce any sound when out of their native atmosphere. Without their protective goggles, Kel Dors were considered effectively blind when away from Dorin. They were also able to survive in the vacuum of space for a short time, though it was unknown exactly how long they could withstand it.
The Kel Dors also had heightened reflexes, a result of the extrasensory organs in their heads. As a species, they were thought to be typically quick and wise, but of a weaker constitution, when compared to other species. Kel Dors were also said to communicate with their minds using a form of telepathy. This form of telepathy was thought to be a Force technique known only among the masters of the Baran Do order, but was later exposed to be a lie spread by the Baran Do sages.
The average Kel Dor stands between 1.6 and 2 meters or 5.2 and 6.6 feet tall and weighs 70 kilograms or 154 pounds.
Kel Dor age at the following stages:
1 - 11 Child
12 - 15 Young Adult
16 - 44 Adult
45 - 59 Middle Age
60 - 69 Old
Examples of Names: Dorn Tlo, Plo Koon, Sha Koon, Torin Dol.
Languages: Kel Dor, or Kel Dorian, was the native language of the Kel Dor species from Dorin. Most Kel Dor were fluent in both Kel Dor and Basic, preferring to use Basic over their own language when away from their homeworld due to oxygen atmospheres making it more difficult to understand. It was easier to speak the language when in Dorin's atmosphere, though this did not prevent some non-Kel Dor from learning the language. Vylanthar Merric and Commander Doel Scherp both had learned the language, as well as the Jedi Bultar Swan and Ahsoka Tano.
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hell-chronicles · 4 years ago
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I’m not shocked that they ended FA so quickly because that’s what PB does but I will miss the LI’s 😔 was kinda hoping for a sequel
Tbh FA was really boring plotwise and a second book probably wouldn't have been better
But yeah the LI were great and I'll miss them
And a second book would have been great to give Ayna justice as a character and LI tho PB would have messed up again
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shreyamistry · 6 years ago
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Rules
Prompt Lists: Soft Sentence Starters, Fluff/Angst, NSFW Prompts and make a reader swoon
pairings undercut, please look before requesting to see which ships I am or aren’t accepting requests for. thank you!
America’s Most Eligible: Bianca x MC, Mackenzie x MC, Slater x MC, Ivy x MC
A Courtesan of Rome: Sabina x MC
Desire and Decorum: Annabelle x MC
It Lives In The Woods: Lucas x MC, Ava x MC, Stacy x MC, Andy x MC, Dan x MC
It Lives Beneath: Parker x MC, Imogen x MC, Tom x MC, and Danni x MC
High School Story: Michael x MC, Maria x MC, Emma x MC, Aiden x MC, Caleb x MC
The Elementalist: Shreya x MC, Beckett x MC, Aster x MC, Griffin x MC
Bloodbound: Lily x MC
Open Heart: Jackie x MC, Rafael x MC, Ethan x MC
Perfect Match: Sloane x MC, Alana x MC, Hayden x MC, Damien x MC
Red Carpet Diaries: Victoria x MC
The Freshman Series: Becca x MC, Kaitlyn x MC, Kaitlyn x Becca, Chris x Zig
The Royal Romance: Hana x MC
Veil of Secrets: Kate x MC
Murder at Homecoming: Stevie x MC, Tyler x MC, Donovan x MC
The Cursed Heart: Kieran x MC
Immortal Desires: Gabriel(a) x MC, Cas x MC
Crimes of Passion: Trystan x MC
Blades of Light & Shadow: Nia x MC, Mal x MC, Tyril x MC, Imtura x MC, Aerin x MC
Foreign Affairs: Tatum x MC, Blaine x MC, Ayna x MC
Will Not Write For: Any Books Not Listed, as I’ve either A) not read them, B) didn’t like them, or C) don’t feel I can do the characters in the book/or the book itself justice or D) have lost inspiration for the characters/story
For any book listed, if there’s a ship from it (ex. but not limited to: Chris x Zig or Kaitlyn x Becca from The Freshman Series) feel free to ask if I’ll write a fic for the pairing. Chances are, if it’s gay, I’ll write it LOL.
if you’d like me to use they/them pronouns please let me know! For books w MC and the LIs having customizable genders, please let me know if you want a M/M MC/LI or F/F MC/LI. I typically write gay fanfiction, so that would be preferred as I’m more comfortable with writing gay relationships. I am open to M!MC/F!LIs more than F!MC/M!LIs. (Shreya x MC is the only exception, I am happy and glad to write either M!Mc or F!MC with her!).
NSFW requests are welcomed and encouraged wink wink.
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sanyak · 3 years ago
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Who is one of the most educated people in the world?
Dr. Rajub Bhowmik
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Dr. Bhowmik is a police sergeant in NYPD and an adjunct assistant professor in the Department of Law and Police Science at John Jay College of Criminal Justice At the University of New York. 
He currently holds a total of 10 college degrees, 4 master's degrees, and 4 doctorate degrees. 
He is also a professor in the Department of Psychology at Iona University in New York.
He has a Master's Degree in “National Security and Homeland Security”, “Science in Curriculum and Instructional Technology”, “Science in Psychology”, and “Science in Criminal Justice”. 
Dr. Rajub has also finished a Ph.D. in “Forensic Psychology”, a “Doctorate in Education” (EdD) in “Leadership”, a “Doctorate in Business Administration” (DBA), and Doctorate in “Clinical Psychology” (PsyD). 
He along with his family immigrated to the United States from Bangladesh when he was around 15 years of age and today 19 years later he is the most educated person in the world. Apart from being a celebrated cop, Dr. Bhowmik is also dedicated to writing unique poetry. 
 “Asian Age” (A famous Indian Newspaper) reported, that he has written over 500 sonnets about love, philosophy, the afterlife, nature, as well as politics. Along with that, Mr. Bhowmik has also published over 20 books in multiple languages which include works of research, poetry, romance, and thrillers.
He is the pioneer of Ayna Sonnets which comprises fourteen lines. Further, each line comprises fourteen letters. Some of his most popular Ayna sonnets are ‘Ghoriber Janmo’ meaning The Birth of the Poor, and ‘Noyoner Asha’ meaning Hope in the Eyes.
A police sergeant, an extraordinary writer, a passionate professor, and an actor, Mr. Rajub Bhowmik is a man of diverse talents.
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chaotic-cute · 5 years ago
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BNHA OC: Ayna Fujiwara
Basics
Age: 18
Blood type: O-
Birthday: May 3rd
Mother: Natalia Tchaikovsky (Russian)
Father: Kuro Fujiwara (Japanese)
Languages: Japanese, english, and russian
Appearance
Height: 5’2”
Hair:
color: naturally it’s a dirty blonde but she split dies it black and pink
texture: pretty thick and dense. it’s also a weird mix between curly and wavy. rip combs.
length: sits right above her waist
she keeps it down usually and have small sections in her hair in small pigtails
she likes the Misa look lol
Eyes: Dark blue
Figure:
she has a nice body
she has a nice set of boobs and ass
she doesn’t like that she has a tummy and is very self conscious about her stretch marks and her cellulite
Quirk
aight so bare with me here...
her quirk is called ‘hallucinogenic’ and basic makes the person really high and not able to tell what’s real and what’s not. the person in affect can suffer from the following;
passing out
feeling like their going crazy
feeling calm
utter euphoria
her downfalls are:
migraines
don’t worry she carries ibuprofen on her all the time just in case it gets too bad
extreme confusion
“where am i?!?! who are you?!??”
extreme hunger
can and will beat up someone for ramen
her vigilante name is “Overdose”
Personality
She’s pretty sarcastic
She loooves to make a fool out of villains and hero
“Aww, not only are you wrong, but you’re also stupid!”
“It’s okay, buddy, your whole existence is a mistake!”
and she says it all in a nice, sweet and loving tone.
she will admit the reason why she won’t “pick a side” is because she sees that they both have flaws and both have strengths.
she sees that hero society is extremely corrupt and thinks that heros should suffer the consequences if they do something wrong
but also thinks villains shouldn’t kill civilians all willy nilly
she mostly goes after sexual assaulters, abusers, and just over all people that are really messed up. (if she catches word what enji todorki has done oh boy he gonna get surprised)
she has in fact curb stomped a pedophile before and when the cops talked to her and she goes “and i’ll do it again.”
she is all ACAB and BLM
“No justice! No peace!”
She does have a softer side
if you’re her friend she’ll be like “have you ate today?” “do you need someone to talk to?” “is your dog/cat doing okay?”
will put you waaaay before her
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arcanaisms-blog · 6 years ago
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;; Tag dump part one.
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heygmicheelle · 4 years ago
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This. This.
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(I'm a sucker for the "let me help you and heal you" trope)
PB needs to hire you! You've given it a better ending. PLUS! and most importantly, justice to Ayna's character. I hope this is not the last thing you write about Ayna. Thank you very much for taking your time and sharing your talent with us.
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Not Letting Go
Pairing: Ayna x f!mc Word Count: 1951 Rating: T Summary: Adrenaline is really great at numbing the pain. Set just after the end of FA. Prompts: "bandaging the other’s hand and not quite letting go" Tagging: @robintora @brycesgirl @heygmicheelle @saratustra4 (if anyone else wants to be added let me know!)
Of all the kisses they had shared, Kennedy was sure this one was the best. It was far more chaste than those they had shared earlier in the night, but the meaning behind this one was everything. This kiss was freedom from secrets, and from hiding. This was them being open and basking in the truth of how they felt for one another. They no longer cared what anyone else thought; only each other.
A giant weight was lifting from Kennedy’s mind with each brush of Ayna’s lips against hers, but there was an anxiety in the pit of her stomach growing and growing. There was no doubt in her mind that this was the right decision for them, but the level of scrutiny they would now face would be staggering. The invasion of her privacy since the “scandal” was bad enough, but now that they had a face and a name, Kennedy doubted they would know peace for quite a long time.
And of course, the second their lips parted, there was an explosion of noise from the press before them.
“Kennedy! Who’re you kissing?”
“Is this the woman from the scandal? It wasn’t Evelyn was it?”
“Are you two together?”
The noise was overwhelming, most of the questions nearly indecipherable. Ayna’s hand clasped tightly in hers was the only thing grounding her, the only thing stopping her from running.
“You can do this,” Ayna mouthed to her, squeezing her hand quickly in hers.
With a deep breath, Kennedy nodded and turned to the press. She raised her free hand in the air, asking for quiet. Several long moments passed before the uproar faded into background noise, each and every reporter champing at the bit to hear what ever scraps she was going to give them.
“I have a short statement to make,” Kennedy began, in a voice more confident than she felt, but she was used to running on adrenaline and faking until she made it at this point, “and time for a couple of questions.”
Every single reporter leant forward, eager to not miss a single word. It would have been an amusing sight if they weren’t all waiting to splash her private life all over their newspapers. The silence now was almost deafening, broken only by the occasional sound of a camera shutter.
“This is Ayna,” Kennedy gestured towards her with the hand not wrapped around hers and watched as Ayna gave a cautious wave, “she’s my girlfriend.” God, Kennedy thought, that feels so good to say out loud.
Momentarily, they were blinded by the flashes of cameras as each paparazzo clamoured to get the perfect shot of this “historic” moment.
“We’ve been seeing each other for some time and have decided it’s now time to let the people of Rutherland know. Although we are excited to share this happy news with you all, we would ask for privacy and understanding. We are, after all, only human. Thank you.”
The silence broke then, replaced with chaos and uproar as everyone screamed their questions at the couple standing before them. Kennedy tugged Ayna closer so they could each draw strength from the other.
Raising her hand again for silence had little effect, so instead Kennedy shouted, “If I can’t hear the questions, I can’t answer them.” That soon calmed them, and she couldn’t help the little grin of triumph that slid onto her face in place of her usual polite mask.
“You in the red skirt, you may ask your question.”
“Is she the same woman you were photographed with in the lake a few weeks ago?” She didn’t miss a beat.
“Yes.” It was Ayna that answered, in a voice so calm that Kennedy would have thought she’d done this a hundred times before.
Shooting her a soft smile, Kennedy raised her arm again before the pandemonium could restart.
“And you with the blue suit, you can have the final question.”
“Thank you. Can I just start by saying congratulations?” His voice was smarmy and Kennedy instantly regretted letting him speak. Not wanting to seem impolite, though, she threw him her signature fake-grateful smile. “Why now?”
“I’m sorry?”
“Why wait until now to go public? Why not when the scandal hit? Or when it was clear that it couldn’t be easily brushed under the carpet?”
There were a hundred answers to this question, all starting and ending with Kennedy not wanting Ayna’s name to be dragged through the mud. She knew that as soon as the press figured out that Ayna was her TA, she could kiss her career goodbye. Nobody deserved that, especially not someone as kind and caring as her girlfriend.
“That was down to me, I’m afraid.” Once again Ayna spoke up before Kennedy had the chance. She turned to Ayna with wide eyes, questioning with her gaze if she was sure about this. She nodded subtly, squeezing Kennedy’s hand gently. “I wasn’t prepared for a life in the public eye yet. I asked Kennedy to give me time to adjust, which she has done. I’m in awe of her for the way she has handled this alone and respect her so much for all she has done to keep me sheltered.”
Kennedy melted hearing Ayna talk about her with such tenderness. Wrapping an arm around her waist, she couldn’t help but stare at her in wonder. As much as she was glad to be out in the open now, she was done sharing Ayna with the world for tonight.
“That’s all we have time for I’m afraid,” she announced, barely sparing them a glance as she led her girlfriend towards the embassy. The chaos as they turned their backs was unparalleled, but neither of them seemed to notice, focussed as they were on getting back inside.
“You were amazing out there,” Kennedy whispered, grinning stupidly at Ayna.
Letting out a long breath, she turned to Kennedy with a strained smile. “I think that was the most terrifying thing I’ve ever done.”
“Do you regret it?”
“No. Absolutely not.” As if to reinforce her claim, she reached behind her back to squeeze the hand resting on her back. A wince scrunched her face up as she did so and she immediately pulled back, holding her hand in front of her face. “Whoops,” was all she murmured, wincing again.
“What?” Kennedy asked, gently taking her hand between her own. She didn’t even need to bring it any closer to see how raised and raw Ayna’s knuckles looked. How had she not noticed this before? It looked so painful.
“I must have hurt it fighting Winston off you. The adrenaline must have numbed the pain.”
“Ayna!” Kennedy all but scolded. She stared at her girlfriend wide-eyed before letting go of her hand. “Go and wait in the room we were in earlier and I’ll go and find some ice or something. The swelling is only gonna get worse the longer you leave it.”
Ten minutes later Kennedy pushed her way into the room, her arms laden with an ice bucket, cloth napkins and a first aid kit. Ayna was sitting on the ottoman in front of the bed, her expression a mixture between pain and sheepishness. Kennedy hated seeing it, hated knowing that it was because of her that she was in pain. If she’d just learned self-defence from Tatum or been smart enough to see Winston for what he truly was before he could best her, then Ayna would be fine.
Shaking it off because she needed to focus on helping Ayna get better, she sank to the floor by her girlfriend’s feet, depositing her things next to her.
“Hey,” she said softly, “how’s the hand?”
“Sore,” she replied with a rueful smile, “I’m sorry.”
Kennedy looked up at her in alarm, her hands absently stuffing ice into a napkin. “What do you have to be sorry for?”
Ayna shrugged, then lifted her injured hand a little. “This.”
“You got injured protecting me. You don’t have to be sorry. You probably saved my life tonight!”
The soft smile on Ayna’s face only faltered as Kennedy gently cradled her hurt hand with one of hers and pressed the ice to the raw flesh. She hissed, gritting her teeth through the sting.
“Sorry.” It was Kennedy’s turn to apologise this time. She hatedseeing her in pain. “It’ll get better I promise.”
“I’d do it again, you know.”
“Do what again?”
“Fight someone to save your life.” Her voice was serious, and Kennedy knew she was being serious, but still there was mischief dancing in those dark eyes. Kennedy revelled in both. It was thrilling knowing that someone cared about her so much that they wouldn’t even think twice about getting hurt so she wouldn’t. But she also loved that Ayna would turn it into a joke to clear the tension from the air. She truly was spectacular.
Leaning up, Kennedy met Ayna’s lips in a lingering kiss, feeling the strain dissipate from them both. “As long as you know I’d do the same for you,” Kennedy murmured as she leant her forehead against Ayna’s
“Deal.” She smiled warmly as Kennedy readjusted herself to check on the swelling under the ice. “It might be better to make sure your bodyguard is always with you, though.”
Kennedy laughed as she reached for the bandages and began wrapping them tightly around Ayna’s knuckles. “I think you’re just as capable as Tatum is when it comes down to it,” she joked, sending her a cheeky grin, “but you’re right, I just didn’t think I would need protection around Winston. He pulled me so far away from everyone before I’d even realised he’d done it.”
“Why would you think you needed protection? You’ve known him your whole life.” Ayna’s free hand raised to cup her cheek, thumb stroking against the skin. “You didn’t do anything wrong, Kennedy. He was the only one in the wrong.”
Kennedy nodded slowly as she finished wrapping Ayna’s bandage and tied the ends together to stop it unravelling. She knew Ayna was right, really she did, but she couldn’t help but feel stupid that she’d let someone get the best of her like that. In hindsight, she could see all the signs pointing to Winston’s odd behaviour which she hadn’t thought twice about at the time. She really should have known.
“Thank you,” Ayna whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of Kennedy’s hair.
“It was the least I could do,” Kennedy murmured back, cradling the newly wrapped hand in between both of hers.
She lost herself in thought then, of everything that had happened tonight, of everything that had happened since she had arrived at Vancross. So much had happened – lots good, and more bad. But sitting here quietly with her girlfriend, she knew she would do it all again in a heartbeat if it meant she could feel the hope and the happiness she felt while in Ayna’s presence. That was worth everything.
“Shall we?” Ayna asked after they’d sat in silence for several minutes, Kennedy steadfastly refusing to let go of her injured hand.
“It’s been an emotional night, I wish I could just stay up here with you. Alone.” She let out a deep sigh before heaving herself to her feet. “But we should go back. People will notice if we don’t come back.”
“At least we don’t have to be apart even once now that everyone knows,” Ayna reminded her with a smile, offering her good hand.
“Hmm that’s definitely the highlight of the night.”
Hand in hand, they walked back down to the ballroom to re-join the party, not once straying from the other the whole night.
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henooh · 8 years ago
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SOCIAL JUSTICE. #InternationalHumanitarianDay. With Aynalem (Center) and Lensa (Right) Beautiful People. Indomitable Spirit. #TheNewSpiritOfAfrica. Lensa meaning - Green Grass Aynalem meaning : Ayna - Eye Alem -World. #VisionBecomes. #BecomeBeautiful. #BecomeGreenGrass. #BecomeWorldSeer. #visioninacts. #visionteleios.
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samanthadalton · 4 years ago
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The diamond scene with Ayna kinda sucked but at least we finally got to kiss Blaine again 🥺🥺🥺
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samanthadalton · 4 years ago
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FA spoilers
going on a mini rant about Ayna
People are already attacking Ayna bc of the spoilers but let’s get one thing straight
1. she admitted she has no idea who’s pulling the strings
2. the fact that she’s an li and pb pulled this crap is super dumb and they better have something in store for blaine and tatum otherwise their misogyny is showing
3. she doesn’t owe her life to mc, the people attacking her clearly haven’t spent any time with her- Ayna’s father is everything to her, especially since she lost her mother and she didn’t even know mc when she agreed to it- people complained about the “attack” not being much but then attack ayna for giving away mc’s location- if the attack wasn’t that deep why are you attacking ayna ????
4. people’s racism and misogyny is showing bc if it was anyone else, they would be okay with it but no bc it’s someone’s who’s canonically female and asian it’s okay if she’s berated- i don’t understand why pb does this- whether it’s intentional or not it’s messed up and they really need to think about the narratives they’re presenting especially when certain characters are susceptible to being attacked by the fandom (need i remind you of the hate zoey from QB got when she compared mc to poppy? and people were being super racist towards her???)
5. the fact they paywalled her apology and the chance to forgive her???? it’s messed up, y’all act like her acting in the best interests of her own family and saving her only parent she has is selfish but mc can rant and bitch about their own mother as much as they can bc boo hoo mommy’s not paying attention to them
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cardinalnuggets · 4 years ago
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And when will be the time to get to the bottom of your blatant racism and misogyny 🔍
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Time to get to the bottom of the attack in today’s chapter of Foreign Affairs. 🔍
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cardinalnuggets · 4 years ago
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Thank you for this comment it was the nicest thing to wake up to 🥰
I’m honestly so glad you liked Dionne in this. She’s basically the polar opposite of me since I’m so introverted and shy 😂. Glad I managed to do her some justice though!
I love Ayna and Kennedy so much too if only Pb gave half a shit about them then we might have actually got good content in canon 😬
Date Night
Pairing: Ayna x f!mc Word count: 3430 Rating: T Summary: Kennedy just really misses Ayna so she enlists Dionne to help her see her again. Warnings: mentions of cancer (they talk about Ayna's dad) Enjoy my lovelies!
“Di?”
“Hmm?”
She had her feet propped up on the coffee table in their shared space, painting her toenails a vivid red. As concentrated as she was, she didn’t look up as Kennedy entered the room.
“You know how you set up that secret date for Ayna and me?”
“Hmm,” she replied again, focussed on wiping excess polish off the skin next to her toe, “you mean the one that you’ve already showered me in thanks for? I may love the attention, but you can stop now.”
“Yeah. But that’s not why…” Dionne looked up at her finally with a bored look on her face. “Anyway, what I was going to ask is…would you be able to help me plan something similar, but with me surprising Ayna this time?”
Dionne’s face lit up like a burst of fireworks in the night sky. Hastily, she waved her hands in front of her toes, as though that would dry them faster so she could be on her feet again.
“Really?” She squealed, in a voice so loud and high pitched that it probably broke the sound barrier.
“Yeah. Please.” Kennedy sighed, plopping down onto the sofa next to Di. Her mood seemed almost exactly the opposite of her suitemate’s. “I know I see her everyday in class but it’s…not the same,” she said, pulling a face as she realised how pathetic that sounded out loud. “I miss her. A lot. And I’m not sure when I’ll next get to see her alone what with all the paparazzi around. I don’t want to drag her into another scandal but,” she shrugged half-heartedly, “I just really miss her.”
Another fire-alarm like squeal left Dionne and her whole body was practically vibrating. “Are you kidding? I’m living vicariously through your love life and I LOVE planning surprises. Of course I’ll help you.”
She leaned over to put the nail polish safely on the coffee table and grabbed her phone instead, fingers already flying across the screen.
“Okay, so here’s what we’re going to do…”
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Several hours later, Kennedy found herself pacing back and forth across the floor in their living room, wringing her hands together. Evening had not long fallen and the last of the day’s light was disappearing outside. Ayna should be here any minute if all went according to plan and that should have put her at ease but…what if she doesn’t show. As much as she trusted Dionne and her fool proof planning, there was this little niggle of doubt that something would go wrong, and it would all be for naught. And, as time marched on, that little niggle had become a full-blown panic.
“Ugh, pull yourself together Kennedy,” she berated herself, forcing herself to quit the pacing. She shook out her hands as though she could just shake the nerves out of them. Pulling herself up to her full height, she took out her phone out to check for any updates but deflated when she saw that there were none.
“Please let her –”
She didn’t get to finish her thought before there was a quick, sharp knock against the door to their suite. Her head whipped towards the door, eyes widening.
“Oh,” she whispered, taking a moment to fuss at her hair and outfit before she started towards the door. After pausing to take a last deep breath and plaster a smile on her face that hopefully didn’t belay her nerves, she all but threw open the door.
Ayna stood on the other side wearing the same tight skirt and blouse she had been wearing in class. Even though she didn’t look any different than she had a few hours before, Kennedy still thought she was breath-taking. And just like that, she felt the last bit of worry melt away.
“You look amazing,” Ayna stuttered out, eyes bulging as her gaze ran down Kennedy’s body.
Kennedy ran her hands down the tight burgundy dress hugging her curves and grinned at the desire glittering in Ayna’s eyes. If that wasn’t a confidence boost, Kennedy didn’t know what was. How did she manage to get so lucky that such a beautiful woman wanted her?
“You like the dress? Dionne helped me pick it out.” Dionne had forced her into it, more like. But if it was getting this kind of reaction from Ayna then she couldn’t complain. In fact, she’d have to remember to thank Di. Again.
Making sure to accentuate the movement of her hips, Kennedy stepped back from the door to let Ayna into the suite. She didn’t move, however, her gaze simply falling to rest on Kennedy’s ass.
“Wow, you really do like the dress,” Kennedy said with a melodic laugh.
Those expressive dark eyes were burning when they snapped back up to meet Kennedy’s and Ayna’s lips were pulled into a wicked grin.
“The dress is nice,” she began, finally stepping over the threshold to the suite and snaking her arms around Kennedy’s waist, “but it’s youthat I like.”
“Oh?” Kennedy questioned, mimicking her cheeky smile. She let the door snap shut behind Ayna, leaving her arms free to wrap around her neck.
Instead of answering her, Ayna leaned in and pressed her lips to Kennedy’s. It was little more than a peck but Kennedy could already feel herself melting. A week was far too long to wait to feel those lips against hers again, feel the warmth of her soft body pressed against hers.
“Hi,” Ayna breathed as she pulled back to press a kiss to the tip of her nose and then her forehead. “Dionne was very secretive about what you were both up to but told me to be here for 7.”
With an unladylike snort, Kennedy disentangled herself from her. Grasping her warm hand in hers, she led her down the short hallway leading to the main living area. The room was bathed in the soft glow of several candles dotted around the room. The kitchen island was set for 2, complete with a bottle of wine and an array of take-out food. Sitting in a vase in the middle of the coffee table was a bouquet of brightly coloured flowers.
Kennedy turned, delighting in the look of awe on Ayna’s face as she took in the cosily decorated space. “I wanted to take you on a date, but with the paparazzi only getting more invasive instead of losing interest, I didn’t think it was a good idea to go out somewhere. So,” she paused to sweep her arm towards the room as though presenting it, “this is what Di and I came up with instead.”
She reached towards the vase of flowers before holding them out to Ayna. “These are for you.”
Ayna’s eyes were shining with emotion as she reached out to accept the flowers, but her smile was brilliant. “You did all of this for me?”
“Well, there was a good bit of selfish motivation there too. I missed you.”
Just when Kennedy didn’t think Ayna’s smile couldn’t get any wider, it somehow did. “I missed you too,” Ayna breathed, hugging the vase of flowers to her chest with one arm so she could wrap the other around Kennedy’s waist. “And thank you for all of this,” she added before leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips.
“Shall we eat?” Kennedy asked, gesturing towards the waiting food.
Conversation flowed smoothly as they ate and enjoyed their wine. They spoke of everything and anything from their childhoods to their hopes and dreams for the future. It was so effortless between them, one topic just flowing naturally into the next, soft glances and touches shared between them.
As they finished up their food, they fell into a comfortable silence. With Ayna focussed on watching the other woman’s thumb stroke the back of her hand, Kennedy took the opportunity to let her gaze wander over Ayna’s face. She was entranced by her sharp jawline, the cute little ears that peeked out from behind the curls framing her face and the long, dark eyelashes hiding her beautiful eyes.
Had she not been so engrossed in every flicker of her expression, Kennedy probably would have missed the way her lips pulled down in a subtle little grimace. “Hey,” she said softly, nudging her foot with her own to get her attention, “everything alright?”
Ayna’s eyes snapped up to hers and for just a moment, Kennedy could see an intense sadness glistening in her eyes before she blinked it away. “Yes,” she answered, squeezing Kennedy’s hand, “I was just thinking about how we’ve spoken of so much tonight, but there’s one important thing I haven’t told you yet.”
A long pause followed this, and Kennedy could see her steeling herself for what she had to say. Quietly, she continued to brush her thumb across the back of Ayna’s hand, willing to give her the time she needed to gather herself, despite the curiosity and worry she felt at what could evoke such a reaction in her.
“My father was diagnosed with colon cancer last year.”
Although it wasn’t any more than a whisper, Kennedy froze at the revelation. Not for a second would she have imagined that this kind, amazing, happy (or at least she had always seemed to be) woman was hiding something so painful.
“Oh, Ayna, I’m so sorry,” Kennedy breathed, reaching over with her free hand to wipe the solitary tear that tracked down her cheek. “Is he…okay?” What a stupid question to ask, she thought to herself, but she couldn’t think of any other way to ask is he going to die that wasn’t so blunt.
To her relief, Ayna nodded, a small smile curling at her lips, though it didn’t reach her sad eyes. “He’s been having chemotherapy and it’s shrunk the tumours enough that the doctors think they’ll be able to remove them successfully.”
Letting out a breath she hadn’t realised she was holding, Kennedy squeezed Ayna’s hand tightly in hers. “Good. That’s good. And how are you? It can’t be an easy thing for you to go through.” From how highly she spoke of her father, Kennedy could tell just how much he meant to her. Coupled with the fact that she had lost her mother so young, Kennedy could only imagine how hard it must be on her. Even if Kennedy didn’t often see eye to eye with her mother, being her only living parent, she knew she’d be beside herself if anything ever happened to her.
“I’m okay,” she replied, sending Kennedy a tender smile, “or at least as okay as can be expected. I’m terrified of losing him, but he’s been so optimistic the whole way through this and it’s so infectious. There will still be times when the fear and the sadness wins, but he always taught me to see the positive side of everything.”
The love Ayna feels for her dad shines through as she talks about him, even as she talks about something as sad as this. Kennedy once again finds herself in awe of this amazing woman, and so damn lucky that some day soon, she may love Kennedy with the same fierceness and depth.
“You know you can lean on me when you need to? You don’t need to go through this alone.”
Ayna flashed her a grateful smile. “I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you.”
Shaking herself out as though she could shake away the whole conversation, Ayna stood. “Enough of that,” she declared and held out a hand to Kennedy, just as the song playing in the background changed to something slow and romantic. “Dance with me.”
Chuckling at the abrupt change of conversation but not wanting to push her if she didn’t want to talk about it more, Kennedy accepted her hand. They each wrapped their free arm around the other’s waist, cradling their joined hands between their chests as they swayed to the beat. Having Ayna in her arms was a kind of bliss she didn’t think she’d felt before. She’d truly do anything to feel the warmth of her body against her. Given how she could feel Ayna’s body loosen and melt against her with each of their gentle movements, Ayna must have felt the same.
“Thank you for this,” Ayna whispered against Kennedy’s neck as she buried her head there. She seemed to fit there like a previously missing puzzle piece, and Kennedy couldn’t imagine a more perfect moment than this. As cheesy as it may be, she wished they could stay like this forever – alone and without a care for what was happening outside of their little bubble.
“You’re wel – oh.” A surprised whimper cut her off as she felt Ayna’s lips languidly explore the skin of her neck. Her pulse jumped against Ayna’s lips and she knew she would be able to feel her heartbeat quicken from so simple a kiss. If it didn’t feel so good, she would have been embarrassed, especially as she felt Ayna’s mouth curl into a smile against her skin.
Her hands grasped the fabric at Ayna’s back as her lips climbed up her throat, sucking gently before the velvetiness of her tongue soothed any sting. Eyes falling shut to savour the feeling, Kennedy’s head fell back, to give her better access to her throat. Warmth bloomed under her skin, radiating to every corner of her body. All she could feel was Ayna - the heat from her body, the silkiness of her shirt scrunched in her hand, her hair and breath tickling the sensitive skin of her neck.
Ayna’s hand buried itself in Kennedy’s hair and tuggedas she nibbled on the skin over her jawbone. A startled moan escaped her, and she tugged Ayna impossibly closer.
“Either you really want me or you’re far too easy to rile up,” Ayna breathed as her lips hovered over her ear. Despite the teasing tone of her voice, Kennedy could hear that she was just as affected as she was and it made her shiver with delight.
“Can’t it be both?” she laughed, her voice huskier than normal. Ayna pulled away to grin at her, and the evidence of just how much she wanted Kennedy too was swirling like a tornado in the depths of her eyes. For a moment which could have been a second or a lifetime, they lost themselves in each other’s gaze, balancing on the knife’s edge of freefalling into one another.
Like two magnets, they surged towards each other, lips meeting in a kiss that was as messy as it was passionate. Kennedy’s world narrowed to Ayna and only Ayna – the silky feel of her tongue tangling with hers, the feeling of being securely held in her arms, the taste of the wine and the chocolate strawberries they’d eaten lingering in her mouth mixed with something that was so uniquely Ayna and the floral scent of her perfume surrounding her. It was everything.
Kennedy grasped tight to Ayna’s back and walked them backwards until her own back met the counter behind her. Picking up on exactly what she needed, Ayna’s hips pinned her there as her hands plunged into her hair. Tugging Kennedy’s head back, she impossibly deepened the kiss, and God, Kennedy swore she had never been kissed quite like this before. It was like she was adrift, lost and Ayna was the only thing anchoring her but somehow, she was still getting lost in her.
A sharp squeak that came from neither of them had them jumping apart as though they hadn’t already been caught. Two sets of wild eyes turned towards the noise, both of their chests heaving to try and get their breathing back under control. And there Dionne stood, a look of triumph on her face, even if her cheeks were darkened in embarrassment, obviously having not realised what she was going to walk in on.
“By all means don’t let me interrupt you,” she all but cackled and in that moment, Kennedy wanted nothing more than to shove her back out the door she’d just come through. She wondered how both her and Ayna had been so lost in each other that they hadn’t heard her come back home.
Kennedy glanced over at Ayna to see her cheeks flushed darker than she would have thought possible. How much of that was embarrassment, and how much was left over desire from where they had been headed two minutes ago, Kennedy wondered. Carefully avoiding both her and Dionne’s gaze, Ayna was running her hands over her clothes, straightening them after Kennedy’s wandering hands had rumpled them. That one look at her was enough for Kennedy to know that Dionne had well and truly ruined the mood.
Quietly mourning the end of one of the best dates she had ever been on, Kennedy turned back to Dionne, jerking her head towards her bedroom. “Give us a minute, Di?”
Dionne very much looked like that was the last thing she wanted to do. In fact, she looked like she was ready to burst with all the questions she had. Reluctantly, however, she dragged her feet towards her room. Thinking she was being smooth, Dionne left her door ajar, and Kennedy just knew she would be perched right next to it to listen to whatever they said.
“Door!” Kennedy called before she turned back to Ayna.
“You’re no fun,” came a quiet huff from Dionne’s room before the door snapped shut.
Barely holding in her laughter, she reached out to take both of Ayna’s hands in her own. Those soulful dark eyes finally looked up at her and they softened as they took in the grin on Kennedy’s face. Her whole posture loosened then, as though she’d needed confirmation that Kennedy wasn’t ashamed to be caught in a compromising position with her.
“Sorry about her,” Kennedy began, jerking her thumb towards the door her suitemate had disappeared through. “At least she only walked in on us kissing. Could have been worse.” Which it most likely would have been had she walked in ten minutes later.
She finally let the laughter she had been holding onto escape her as she saw Ayna’s lips quirk up in a small smile. It didn’t take long before Ayna joined her, the two of them having to lean against each other to stop them toppling over from the force of their giggles.
Ayna’s laugh sounded so joyful that Kennedy found it sobered her quickly. She pulled back enough that she was able to see her face, so full of happiness that Kennedy was honestly awed by it. She looked so damn beautiful, and Kennedy couldn’t believe she ever could have gotten so lucky to meet someone quite as amazing as the woman in her arms.
“Thanks for such a wonderful night,” Kennedy’s breathy voice whispered. Her gaze wandered down to Ayna’s lips and she began leaning in, as though hypnotised.
Ayna’s lips met her half-way in a kiss much softer than those they had just shared. Her lips were so warm and silky that Kennedy knew she could easily get caught up in her again. Needing to taste her again, Kennedy’s tongue ran along Ayna’s lower lip, asking to be let in. Instead of opening her mouth for her, however, Ayna gently pulled herself back, though her grip around Kennedy’s waist didn’t loosen.
“We shouldn’t,” she whispered a mere breath away from Kennedy’s lips.
Begrudgingly, Kennedy knew she was right and with one last lingering kiss, she stepped away from Ayna and headed towards the door.
“Thank you for this, Kennedy. I really needed this.” Ayna stepped up beside Kennedy, cradling the vase of flowers Kennedy had gifted her against her chest with one arm.
“Me too,” Kennedy replied as she leaned in to brush her lips against Ayna’s cheek. As she pulled away, her hand found Ayna’s.
“See you tomorrow.” Ayna pulled open the door and started out of it, but Kennedy refused to let go of her hand until she was too far away to reach anymore.
“Bye,” she breathed, watching her as she slowly faded into the distance, turning once to wave at her before she disappeared around the corner.
With a sigh that was half happy, half miserable at watching her go, she turned back into her suite. The minute the door closed behind her, Dionne was tearing out of her room, all but pouncing on her with excitement. It was almost enough to chase away the last bit of gloominess she felt at Ayna’s absence.
“So, tell me everything!”
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