#kim rambles about her ocs

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𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 | 𝐋𝐇𝟒𝟒

pairing: sir lewis hamilton x fem!oc; Nadia

summary: a lil workplace visit can’t be that bad, right?

warnings: cussing, links to pinterest. a lil short, sorry!

saint’s team radio 🎀: hiiiii there. thank you for all the love on virgo’s groove, i truly love each and everyone of you! hope you enjoy this, babies!

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Lewis had missed his wife, terribly so.

Often being reminded by most, that his companion was not next to him as much as she was the last two weeks. He never tired talking about her in any sense and to anyone who would listen. By now, she would’ve spoken about her students or a joke that her friends used to tell as she attended university many years ago. Possibly a song she was thinking about or a candy she tried from the hotel in Miami.

He had missed the bright smile she often displayed at anyone who was open to receiving it or whenever she spoke of her new friends. Lewis had realised she had quite the loud laugh, contradicting her quiet voice, and how she would laugh at his jokes, a quiet wheeze at first then a boisterous laugh following right after. He had also missed how she would slip into one of her many home languages whenever she spoke and how she would derail the conversation to explain every little thing in that specific language.

Surprisingly so, he liked seeing that she was spending his money, even after trying to convince her that it was totally okay. Lewis also liked how she would send little updates on her day just as he did as well, talking about how she’s constantly stopped in the streets for pictures and how shocked she always was that people recognised her.

He also liked the rambles she had whenever they got the chance to facetime. Making her blush at his words was always a sight to see and how she would try do it back but her giggles held her back.

Lewis missed Nadia. A lot.

Sitting in his hotel room in Barcelona, he stared at the suitcases that were waiting right by the door. He checked his carry on once again to check that the little gifts he got her were okay. The specific hoodie he was wearing still had faint scents of her perfume, making Lewis feel giddy to get home. Months ago, he would’ve always said that the world is his home but ever since he met Nadia, he could feel his smile get larger as his thoughts go on.

Managing to get a podium, just as he promised her, he remembered her excitement and astonishment when he explained how many he actually had. She went on to tell him that she’ll make celebratory baked goods for whenever he gets back. Lewis knew that he was distracted when he attended a dinner with some friends after the race, his phone couldn’t be separated from his hands. All that was on his mind was seeing her.

-

“I know we initially removed the second question from the assignment but the board brought it forward that it needs to be done.” As soon as Nadia finished her sentence, her year 12 students groaned loudly.

“It didn’t make sense to me either but because you’re my kiddies, I’ll research when I get home and just get a memo so you don’t have to worry. Even if you all write the same thing, it’s okay.” She assured, walking to her desk after handing out the ‘new’ assignment papers.

“Uh, Ms Brown. You said this can be typed out, right?” A hand that was raised asked. Before the teacher could answer, someone interjected.

“It’s Mrs Hamilton, Tash.” That made a few students laugh. Nadia would never get used to hearing herself being referred to that. Every time she even woke up in that house, it was unbelievable.

With a little chuckle, she put her pen down. “Thank you, Kim. But yes, it needs to be typed out and don’t forget to make a cover, everyone.” Picking up her pen once again, Nadia went on to work on the question that troubled the whole class.

Silence fell and all that was heard was faint music coming from some kid’s headphones as they worked on their assignment or their homework, Nadia never had an issue if they needed to complete other tasks from their other classes.

Glancing at the clock on her desk, there were at least two hours of school left but luckily, she only had a few classes that day and was able to go home early. An empty large mansion but it was home. Craving the vanilla macrons she made yesterday, Nadia was more than excited to get home.

It was also the day that she expected her husband back home from Spain. Mondays usually went slower than the usual but she pushed her excitement to the back of her head as she continued to work. There was still some time left with her favourite class so she relaxed in her seat.

Nadia’s phone kept buzzing with text messages as she typed away on her laptop, sending an apologetic look to the students who’s heads whipped at the distracting sounds. Picking it up, all she saw was messages from Maggie, the school office admin, sending through messages that basically implied that she was shaking, she was excited and constantly repeated ‘girllllll’.

The class was now interested in whatever was going on because Nadia’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. There was nothing she was aware of unless the principal wanted to talk to her about something but that was even more confusing.

A knock echoed through the classroom and she gave the student closest to the door a signal to open it and he froze at the door, seemingly starstruck. All the kids then leaned outside their desks to see and they began screaming in excitement at whoever was at the door. The figure walked in the door and Nadia’s stomach dropped at the sight.

“Oh my days, Lewis Hamilton is in my class!”

-

After eventually calming down the class who were still shocked and buzzing at the fact that Lewis was there, he offered to take pictures with everyone and even brought them doughnuts that he had left outside the class in hopes to surprise them. He locked eyes with his wife and made his way to her, signalling to the kids that he’d be right back to take pictures.

Nadia threw her arms around his waist as soon as Lewis was close enough, he kissed through her wig then her forehead, completely aware that the kids were watching and recording. “I don’t wanna get fired, Lew.” Nadia spoke, facing away from her students.

“I had a word with the principal, you’re good.” He reassured, patting her back. Winking at her as he went back to the excited kids, she felt the butterflies in her stomach. She also realised how spontaneous he was because he really just showed up to her work like he forgot who he was.

Getting home was a bit of a challenge, the rest of the school caught wind of his appearance and that was a mission in itself. To Nadia’s luck, school was still in session and she could get home early with her husband by her side. The deal was that Lewis would come speak to the kids one day in exchange for his spontaneity.

Climbing out of the Range Rover that she drove herself to school in, Lewis held her hand to the front door where his suitcases were waiting to be let in. It felt all so domestic like they’ve done this a thousand times before, taking off their shoes right by the door and she immediately slipped into her slides. The home smelt like a mixture of her sweet perfume, cookies and the ocean scented incense she bought for the house.

“Welcome home!” Nads turned around after dropping all her things on the kitchen island to throw her arms around his neck for the physical touch they had been waiting for. They melted into the hug, faces digging into each other’s necks, engulfing each other with their warmth. The two stood there for what seemed like an eternity before letting go eventually. “That felt good, wow.” Lewis said, his eyes taking in every part of her face.

He had missed her so much.

“Right? It felt like a month apart. How are you feeling? Spain was something else.” Nadia smiled, still unable to look at him in his eyes. Before he could answer, he knew he couldn’t just outright say anything to her yet. Lewis couldn’t tell her that he’s falling for her so quickly, so much so that he wanted to shout it out to the world. He did that already, the world just doesn’t know that all of this isn’t real.

“I’ve been alright, just wanted to come back home and relax. Getting that podium though,” Lewis breathed out. “Please, you made it look flawless.” Nadia interrupted, with a ‘duh’ expression on her face. He couldn’t help but genuinely smile at that.

She walked further into the kitchen and he followed after her like a puppy, waiting for her to do anything. “I made you vegan vanilla macrons for your podium and my non-vegan ones are in a different lunch box.” Nadia tapped the lunch box labelled ‘vegan’ with her freshly done nails then placed it on the kitchen counter.

“Ohh shit, I forgot I got you something else as well!”

Nadia ran up towards the stairs, spewing out the words as Lewis watched her with a smile on his face, leaning his head on his hand. Deciding to make himself comfortable in the living room, he waited for her.

Quick steps of her sandals echoing throughout the main floor, she came through with a medium sized box in hand, a proud smile on her face as she plopped herself right next to him on the couch. “So. You know how I said that I love sourcing for archives in fashion or the latest pieces that are just tough to find?” Nadia started.

“Yeah…..” Lewis responded with a slight lift of his eyebrow.

“This is a gift I want to give to you since you did so good in Spain but I got it like days before the podium so I had to pray that you did good.” She added, unable to contain her smile as she handed the box to him. Sitting down quite close to each other, she watched as Lewis carefully ripped the gift wrap.

He was smiling before he fully opened his gift. “I can feel you just jumping’ in excitement.” Lewis said, his natural accent and voice coming into light. The same voice he used to when he felt right at home.

Eventually putting all the gift wrap to the side, he faced the box in curiosity, opening it and being prepared to see anything. “You’re joking.” Lewis said in shock, staring at Nadia who’s smile was brighter than the sun itself. “It was tough finding these but I do hope you like them, Lew.” She responded.

“These were made-“ “By Virgil, yep. I knew that you guys had a good friendship so when I came across these, they reminded me of you guys.” She informed and giggled at Lewis constantly looking back and forth at the shoes. The Nike x Louis Vuitton air force one was apart of a collection released in honour of Virgil Abloh, Lewis’ friend and Nadia’s inspiration in the fashion world.

Lewis couldn’t contain himself and stood up abruptly, pulling Nadia with him to wrap his arms around her and give her an even warmer hug. A bit shocked, Nadia quickly recovered and returned the same energy towards him. “Thank you, Nads, truly. Not just for the shoes but just…everything.”

“Anytime, pookie bear.” Nadia moved her head to look directly into his eyes, focusing on every crevice of her face. Looking down at her neck, he caught a glimpse of shining silver jewellery sitting pretty on her neck, only used to seeing gold pieces only.

“Is that 44 on your necklace?” He pointed it out, looking back and forth between her face and her jewellery. “Oh! Yeah, I wanted it to match my ring. The world is getting familiar with this face, might as well add to it.” Nadia said with a smug smile and Lewis had to collect himself but he realised he was right home.

Adding a little chuckle, he lowered his large hands from the middle of her back to her ass then her thighs, getting a yell out of her when she wrapped her legs around his waist. “Wanna get the neighbour familiar with you?” Lewis smirked, licking his lips at the same time.

“Let’s get right to it, Sir.” She responded, giggling as he started rushing to the bedroom, holding onto her tightly as they went up the stairs.

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lewishamilton

lewishamilton a week filled with love and joy. canada, here we come ~

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nadiahamilton i look too good 🤭

lewishamilton you always do

nadiahamilton omg STAWWP 🥹

user dawg this is so unfair, you don’t get it

fencer my best friends 🥹

liked by lewishamilton

user mother and father

kehlani sleep with one eye open, mister

lewishamilton it’s sir

kehlani i’m still taking your wife, leprechaun 🫵🏽

user seeing you two in Canada!!

user this man is too gone, bridgerton level simp

user well duh, if you were with Nadia, you’d be too

lewishamilton this is true, she hung up the moon and the stars

user OOOOHHHHHH LEWISSSSSS 🙂‍↕️

chunks your home is so beautiful, thanks champ 🫡

user lewis is friends with the beta squad????

user they’re nadia’s friends

louisvuitton hope you loved your gift! 🤍

lewishamilton it was gifted by Nads so it was the best 🫶🏽

user you guys are so cute, it HURTS

canadagrandprix thee it couple

mercedesamgf1 has more stories about Nadia than the Spanish gp, we have to respect it

badgalriri got a problem? 🤨

user they got Riri clocking they asses 😭😭😭

nadiahamilton

nadiahamilton i’m the cooler one

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tyla you’re the coolest of them all 😝

nadiahamilton love you always!!

nellarose_ that french vanilla cake you made? signing you up for masterchef rn!

nadiahamilton girl pls 😭

user you guys remember when the wags called her tinkerbell? she literally is tinkerbell in real life 😭

user and she smells like money and sweet flowers ‼️

nataliatheedon come back to America rn

nadiahamilton canada’s the best i can do 😣

user i feel like a certain canadian rapper is gonna show up lol

user i’m from toronto and there’s a rumour that lewis’ people are blocking off that rapper from getting near nadia because he keeps reposting her pics lollllll

user no ways lewis actually has shooters???

user he’s Lewis, what did you expect? 😭

zendaya mother graced us with her presence once again

nadiahamilton love you Z 😚

louisvuitton 🤍🤍

sza hand in marriage?

lilymhe omg hiii, let’s redo monaco?

lewishamilton hi sweetheart

nadiahamilton hi my love

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BTS fic recs: December 2023

HAPPY NEW YEARS!! 🥳 May every single one of you lovely people out there have the best and brightest year to come ✨

I want to thank each and every writer on this list for creating such wonderful stories and art - you are truly amazing ✨ All the fics on this list hold a dear place in my heart 🥹

❗Most of these fics are smutty as hell, so minors dni.❗ 

If you read anything on this list and you like it, please leave a comment to the writer or reblog the original fic’s post 💜And if you want more fic recs you can follow me to stay updated 🙂

BTS fic rec index → May | Jun | Jul | Aug | Sep (jjk)(knj) | Oct (pjm) | Nov (*) | 💜 (ksj)(kth) |

Emoji meaning → angst = 🌩️, smut = 🥵, fluff = 🥰, comedy = 😂, yandere = 😈, thriller/dark = 👻, personal favorites = 💯.

Namjoon

⭐Good Neighbor @sugaurora [0.7K] // knj x f.reader // neighbors!au, winter!au // 🥰🥰🥰

📝 Namjoon’s solitary tendencies versus the cookies. Spoiler: The cookies win.

🗨️ God, this was so fucking sweet 🥹 like sugary sweet fluffy fantastic! I loved it 💖 the way Namjoon just observes oc, and then helping her in the end 👏🏾 even though this is short, it’s fucking brilliant. The writing is just 😘😘 like I wished there was so much more, but I’m also so pleased with just what is 😌

⭐A Word from our Sponsors 💯 @ugh-yoongi [17.5K] // knj x f.reader // podcast!au, f2l, idiots to lovers  // 😂🥵🥰

📝 You’ve co-hosted a podcast with namjoon for three years; have known him even longer. the two of you have always been the picture of platonic, but that hasn’t stopped the internet from doing what the internet does. the shipping? a little weird at first, but you can understand it: two attractive twenty-somethings always in close proximity to one another, obvious (platonic!) chemistry—people have created ships for less. the fanfiction, though? also pretty funny… until you can’t stop thinking about it. 

🗨️ Okay. This. Was. Exceptional ✨🥹 I am slightly speechless, so this review might be short or long or just a rambling of my dainty thoughts. Here goes: it was amazing, seriously one of the best fics I’ve ever read 😭 everything just had that perfect flow, the writing was incredible, like I can’t even speak? The characters, out of this world fantastic ✨ the whole thing, just, perfect. Perfection. I don’t know what else to call it, sorry. The world building and tension was so fucking delicious I just ate it up! 😭 And their banter and chemistry was just off the charts amazing. Perfection. And it was so fucking hilarious too!! Many times I was just laughing or chuckling, like the lovesick fool I am 😂 it was definitely worth it to stay up late tonight to finish this masterpiece ✨ And them reading the fanfiction 💀 😂 priceless ✨👏🏾

Seokjin

⭐The IKEA Test by @yoon-bug [9.1K] // ksj x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰😂

📝 One review on IKEA’s website called the BRIMNES bed frame the leading cause of divorce due to its difficult assembly. You and Seokjin had laughed when you read it. Now, you weren’t so sure.

🗨️ Their banter and all the sexual innuendos are damn hilarious! I thoroughly enjoyed this very much 💜 

⭐I Don’t Think I’m Okay by @ressjeon [4K] // ksj x f.reader // slice of life, idiots to lovers!au, childhood friends!au // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 With many chances wasted, you couldn’t even resist anymore.

🗨️ A cute little Seokjin fic 🥰

⭐Turn Back Time 💯 by @raplinesmoon [13.3K] // ksj x f.reader // time travel!au // 🥵🥰🌩️😂

📝 After total humiliation at his middle school baseball try outs, Kim Seokjin wants nothing more than for his awkward years to fade away until he’s thirty. Cue a magic baseball glove, and his wish is finally granted. Seokjin suddenly wakes up seventeen years later, now the star pitcher of the team he’d always dreamed of playing for. Confused and overwhelmed at the prospect of the new life waiting for him, he turns to the only person who seems to understand him — you. Will Seokjin learn what it truly means to be thirty, flirty, and thriving? Or will he find himself wishing he could turn back time?

🗨️ Seokjin’s childhood/school was just, ugh, I really felt heartache for thirteen year old Seokjin 🥹 So very common as a kid, to wish you’re older – and then it’s just not what he expected at all. I really loved it! There were a few times I was laughing so damn hard, times where I was shedding a few tears as well. Just, incredibly good; very well written, the story was captivating and motivating, just yeah, brilliant. (Sorry, I’m suddenly bad with words). I loved the ‘lessons’ he learned, and then having the luxury (I’m using that word because we don’t have that irl) of going back to his childhood (almost like starting over) and damn it was good 👏💯

Yoongi

⭐Sinful Lust [series; ongoing] 💯 by @oddinary4bts [wordcount loading…] // myg x jjk x f.reader // established relationship, bisexual boyfriend!Yoongi, slice of life // 🥵🌩️

📝In an attempt to spice up your bedroom life with your boyfriend Min Yoongi, you suggest bringing another man into the action. Yoongi seems reluctant at first, but when you mention his friend Jeon Jungkook, he can’t deny his attraction. All that’s left to do is to convince Jungkook into participating…

🗨️  Holy 😱 😱 😱 this is just completely unadulterated sin 🥵🫣 I can not describe how much I love this fic! It has A LOT of angst and at times it’s just sad reading how each character falls apart 😭 it’s amazing! If you’re into stories that will have you question your own morals and who to root for, this is for you 💖

⭐In Between the Pages of You [series; ongoing] @unique-high [wordcount loading…] // myg x f.reader // s2l // 🥰😂🌩️

📝 Yoongi fell in love with you. A girl he had never even met before. Knew everything that you were made up of within 96 pages of a worn red journal with a nirvana sticker on front, with coffee and tea-stained pages that also smelled of lilacs and summer. 

🗨️ I can already tell that this story will be amazing; it’s so sweet, cute and tender. The storyline/idea is really cute and fluffy, like who wouldn’t love that?? 😭 And as someone who wrote countless journals as a teen, this one just hits differently. It’s so cute and the concept is gold 💜 I really, really look forward to reading the next chapters and what Yoongi will uncover of OC through her journal. And if he can return it to her sometime and they meet! 🥹

⭐F*ck Christmas 💯 @sailoryooons [23.4K] // myg x f.reader // f2l // 🥰🥵

📝 Making hating Christmas your entire personality was never the plan. Then again, it seems bad things only ever happen around Christmas - like discovering your fiancé cheating on you, forcing you to move back to your sleepy hometown. But Min Yoongi happens to love Christmas, and if there is one thing your very stubborn childhood crush is going to do, it’s try to reignite your Christmas spirit. Even if he has to force-feed it to you with gingerbread cookies and too-sweet eggnog. 

🗨️ Gosh, I remember reading this sometime last year and it was perfection - it still is! ✨ It’s so so so fucking good. If you haven’t read it, please do so 🥹 it’s also one of the best Christmasy fics 💜

Hoseok

⭐Ho Ho Horrible 💯 @ugh-yoongi [5.6K] // jhs x f.reader // e2l, neighbor!au, holiday!au // 🥵🥰😂

📝 (or, the one where your neighbor is a relentless christmas caroler and refuses to take a hint, but at least he's really hot.)

🗨️ No– this was just so freaking cute! 😭 Like fluffy cute and also extremely funny, just what I love. I loved this so much 💜 OC’s friendship with Tae, their banter was 💯 and then with Hobi, just so so good! It was so cute and OC’s internal dialogue is just funny 😂A really cute holiday themed Hoseok fic that I can’t recommend enough!!!! Everything was just great. Had me smiling and giggling a few times – please go read it 🥹💜

⭐Started with a Sparkle, now we’re on Fire @the-boy-meets-evil [6.5K] // jhs x f.reader // f2l // 🥵

📝 You're feeling self conscious about your recent break-up and hoseok is more than happy to teach you a thing or two.

🗨️ Really really good! I really liked it 💜 I really loved how both sweet and demanding Hoseok was, guiding oc through everything.

Jimin

⭐Couchsurfer 💯 @heartbeatan [6K] // pjm x f.reader // s2l // 🥵🥰

📝 This was left intentionally blank 🫥

🗨️ Omg this was so fucking good! 💯 First, really well written and the pacing was lovely, even though it’s short and one night they spend together 🥹 the build up of their tension and their chemistry was off the charts! So impeccably done! Fuck. I loved it ✨ it’s insane how good this story is and Jimin is just so sweet, romantic and nasty 🥵 I can’t tell you how turned on I got by the description of how Jimin handled OC, like damn 🥵 this is so fucking good, please don’t sleep on the this beauty 💖 Normally, I’m not one for one night stands, because I catch feelings for the characters, but this has a lovely ending that I loved - so fucking good!

Lol. Can not stop screaming about this one. Please go read it, fuck. PLEASE 😌 ✨

⭐Paper Hearts @namfinessed [9K] // pjm x f.reader // f2l, college!au // 🥰

📝 hearts fragile like paper, tear it or don’t?

🗨️ I think it is both cute and heartwarming, with their foolishness and stubbornness towards each other. I loved how the fic becomes full circle with the description of love by both Jimin and reader and then again at the end - really, really beautiful! 😍 I really loved this, it was well written, their friendship and love really shined through too! If you haven’t read this one yet, you really should 💜

Taehyung

⭐The Wannabe-Photographer Chronicles [series] by @gimmethatagustd [14K] // kth x f.reader // frenemies to lovers // 🥵

📝 You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s hipster, wannabe-photographer ass. You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s stupid smile and stupid jokes and stupid way of getting under your skin and sticking in your brain.

🗨️ At first I did not realize that this was a series, therefore I’ve linked to the masterlist, lol. Anyway, this series is just so fucking hot, like WHAT 🥵 There’s a lot of banter and their mutual ‘hatred’ for each other just makes this hit incredible hard. Really amazing ✨

⭐Loverboy 💯 by @kookslastbutton [7.1K] // kth x f.reader // established relationship // 🥵🥰🌩️

📝 After a startling conversation with your coworkers, you start feeling insecure about your sexual prowess. You don't initiate as much, you haven't worn lingerie yet, and you're still timid about doing much seducing with your body–are you giving your boyfriend boring sex? Taehyung reassures you that you are perfect and have nothing to worry about.

🗨️ These coworkers gotta go, okay?! 😠🤣 Planting seeds of doubt in OC’s head, no, no. Tae to the rescue!! He is so sweet in this too, yes a real ‘loverboy’ 😍 Gosh and then best friend Jimin - that was just pure gold, their relationship and how he helps OC 🥹 That is friendship goals!! A sweet, loving and comforting Taehyung fic - I loved it ✨

⭐Hush, yeah? [series; ongoing/hiatus] by @kithtaehyung [wordcount loading…] // kth x f.reader // brother’s best friend!au, music festival!au // 🥵

📝 Who knew an innocent accident could turn things so dirty..

🗨️ Pure gold ✨ — I don’t really have much to say, except GO READ IT.

⭐Under wraps by @jungkxook [15K] // kth x f.reader // e2l, fake dating // 🥵🥰

📝 There’s nothing you and taehyung seem to hate more than each other - except for christmas. having recently been dumped by your (now ex) boyfriend only seems to make this holiday even worse. but when taehyung suggests that you should pretend to be dating each other to save you both the embarrassment, pity, and bothersome questions from family and friends alike for a fun carefree month of celebrations, you can’t possibly say no.

🗨️ I just love me some good enemies to lovers AU 🥵 the relationship between OC and tae is really good, I think the tension between them was well built 👏🏾 I loved how their relationship unfolded and grew through their fake dating 🥹 the way OC realized she had feelings for him, but he had showed her before in his subtle moves, how much more he relaxed in her presence. I loved the interaction between oc and tae’s parents too, the way that they could obviously tell that OC was head over heels 😂 ah just, It was really really good! It was funny, it was comforting, and such a lovely read around Christmas! And the smut was sweet and tender (also hot!) 😍 a really great fic that I’ll add to my Christmas re-reads for years to come ✨ I loved it! Please go read it if you haven’t already 🥹

⭐Somebody Else 💯 by @jamaisjoons [4.2K] // kth x f.reader ft. yoongi // established relationship + post break up!au // 🥵🌩️

📝 Yoongi doesn’t want you anymore. but he can’t stand watching you with someone else. 

🗨️ Holy s– 🥵 I don’t even know where to begin with this one! It’s really good and the that is mainly from Yoongi’s pov makes it truly special – he is observing them and damn is it hot 🥵 Aish, really good 💯

Jungkook

Nothing this month 😞 — I AM SO SORRY that I haven’t read any with JK this month (though he is featuring in some with the other members). My JK ‘to read’ list is the LONGEST imao 😂 I’ll hopefully do better next month – but you can always check my Jungkook Library 💜

I have spend most of December being on holiday/time off, which gave me a lot of time to write my own stuff, which in the end gave me less time to read 😣 But it’s all good! I loved getting some stories and thoughts out of my head and now there’s space to read and obsess over other’s stories again 😀

Borahae 💜

[buckysgrace]

7. Lay It on the Line

Billy Hargrove x Fem!OC/Tommy Hagan x Fem!OC

Now That We Don't Talk

CW: Stepcest, cheating, drinking, unprotected sex

Billy

He was spiraling.

One little taste of Kim had left him relapsing once again. He didn’t realize how badly he craved her up until now. How bad the withdrawals had really been. 

He had her whenever he could, bending her over appliances and furniture as she eagerly rocked herself back against his cock. 

He tested his limits too, groping her when Tommy was nearby but not looking. He was always trying to kiss her, touch her in some manner. He knew that deep down he was jealous that he still didn’t really have her, even if she had admitted her feelings to him.

She was afraid of hurting Tommy, of confusing Nora. Which he understood. He really did. He felt a similar manner, but he still wanted to progress. He wanted to be with her. To know Nora in a fatherly way. Being a dad was an odd concept to him, but it was even worse that he couldn’t try. 

Kim’s idea rang loud in his mind, far too loud. She was right. It would be easier to just get Tommy to leave on his own free will, but trying to figure out how to do that was difficult. 

Okay, and maybe it wasn't the best idea but it was an idea. Tommy was easy to manipulate, to persuade. He just had to play his cards right and it would be all over. At least that’s what he was hoping. 

Tommy was still a lightweight-, just as he recalled.

“Can I tell you something?” He asked as he turned towards Billy, “And you can’t get mad because it’s about your sister.” He was working on his fourth round, while Billy had stuck to nursing the same beer through the night. Being in a bar wasn’t the safest choice for him, but he was going to do it regardless. 

“Uh,” Billy paused for a second, “Sure.” He wasn’t sure if he was going to like his answer or not, but he went with it anyway. He couldn’t get mad. He needed Tommy to trust him, just for the time being. 

“She’s boring,” Tommy breathed out deeply, like he was ripping off something that had been attached to him for a long time, “I mean I thought I loved her but I don’t know. Do you know what I mean?”

“No.” Billy answered honestly. He was never bored around Kim. He never had been. Even if they were doing mundane things. He liked listening to her talk, liked watching the way her expression changed as she thought. He was smitten with her. He had been a fool to pretend otherwise. 

“We barely talk,” Tommy continued, “We don’t kiss. We don’t have sex. There’s nothing there.” He explained in frustration, eyebrows furrowing tightly together. Billy would usually feel bad for him, but not this time. His answer made him feel a little better. He did have a chance. 

“Why do you stay then?” He asked seriously, continuing to sip on his beer as Tommy took another quick shot. He sighed deeply, shutting his eyes as the alcohol washed over him. 

“I have a kid.” He stated dryly, confirming that he thought he was stuck in some loveless marriage. Which he was. Deep down Billy still felt guilty. A lot of the issues between him and Kim had been his fault. 

“You don’t think you could share custody?” He questioned instead, trying to make it seem like divorce wouldn’t be that bad. And it probably wouldn’t. Tommy could have what he wanted and Kim could be happy with him. 

“I dunno,” Tommy admitted as he took another large drink, “I guess I never thought about it.” He furrowed his eyebrows together, curiosity etched on his features as he let the idea swing around in his mind. Maybe Billy had successfully planted the seeds. 

They left an hour or so later, when Tommy was stumbling and no longer making sense. Billy hadn’t bought him anything past the first drink, just slowly watching until it became unbearable. Tommy was clearly drinking something away. 

“Do you know what time it is?” Kim asked once they were inside, Tommy lazily leaning against Billy’s side as he continued to ramble about the upcoming game this weekend. 

Billy grinned, unable to help it as he met Kim’s eye. She had her hands resting on her hips, a long nightgown placed over her shoulders as she looked at the two of them in disbelief. Billy glanced at the clock, confirming it was well past midnight. 

“No,” Tommy giggled, “I lost my watch.” He stated as he held up his bare wrists. Billy snorted as he shut the door behind them, wincing at the eway Tommy began to swagger back and forth. He smacked into the table, sending magazines, books and the vase of flowers flying everywhere. 

“How did you lose it?” She asked softly, reaching out as Tommy wrapped his arms around her and gave her cheek a big smooch. She winched, furrowing her eyebrows tightly together from his motions. 

“I think I gave it away.” He said as he pulled away, almost falling back before Billy steaded him again. He had given it away to a very pretty blonde.

“He’s a little drunk.” Billy stated as he wrinkled his nose up, letting Tommy wrap his arm around his shoulder once again. He held onto his waist, letting him stay balanced as they headed towards the hallway. 

“You need to sleep.” She stated from the bottom of the staircase, looking worried as Tommy kept dragging his feet behind him. Billy winced, tugging him up the stairs before he safely got him into bed. He was even nice enough to remove his shoes. 

When he walked back down Kim was in the living room, picking up the mess Tommy had left in his path. He admired her for a moment, eyes tracing over her spine and then the curve of her ass before he moved forward. 

“Hi,” He grinned as his hands fell to her waist, his lips near her ear, “Missed you.” He told her seriously, moving his hands across her waist as he breathed in the minty scent of her toothpaste. 

“Billy,” She warned, whispering as she moved away to help Tommy up the stairs, “Did you do this?” She asked him with raised eyebrows, making him grin innocently. .

“I bought us one round,” He chuckled as he shoved his hands in his pockets, “I’m sort of broke, if you remember.” He chuckled as he kissed her fingertips. He felt a little cocky as he stuck his tongue out, licking at her skin. 

“Right,” She shook her head as she sighed deeply, “I should go check on him.” She whispered softly, her eyes filled with lust as he sucked on her fingertip softly. 

“Or,” He grinned as he kissed her palm gently, “You could stay down here with me.” He told her seriously, wanting her to stay with him. He wanted her badly, even if it wasn’t in a sexual way. 

“Not when Tommy’s here.” She stated softly, looking at him unsure as he drifted his lips across her lips. She tasted so sweet. He gripped her face softly, his nose brushing against her own. 

“He’s too out of it,” He promised as he dragged his lips against hers once again, desperate to lick away her sweet taste, “C’mon. I thought of you all night.” He told her honestly, hoping that she realized how crazy he was about her. 

“You don’t make this easy.” She whispered underneath her breath, cheeks flushed as she drifted her eyes up towards his. He tried to not let it get to his head. 

“There’s no fun in that,” He hummed, smirking as he pushed her back onto the couch, “What’re you wearing underneath?” He asked her as he tugged at her nightgown, making her gasp in surprise.

“You’re drunk.” She pushed him away playfully, making him very bad for his decision to only take one beer. It was worth it. 

“I had one drink,” He promised as he traced his fingertips across her thighs, “I’d never take advantage of you.” He told her seriously, furrowing his eyebrows together before he chuckled at he was she smiled at him. 

“You’re a mess,” She giggled, making his insides float in awe, “What are you doing?” She asked him, squeaking softly as he pulled her nightgown up over her hips.

“Wanna taste you,” He smirked as he tugged the thin material over her head, giving her no time to protest before he fell to his knees and began to drag her panties down over her hips, “Please.”

She huffed, hand partially covering her face as she fell back against the couch. He spread her wide, rubbing his palms across her thighs as he stared at the small tuft of red hair across her cunt. 

“S’pretty,” He breathed out as he admired her, “You’re beautiful.” He told her softly, keeping eye contact with her to make sure that she knew he was serious. She was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.

Her face burned brightly, her eyes warm and filled with lust as he traced his lips across her thighs. He savored her sweet scent, wondering how Tommy wasn’t buried between her legs every night. Every day. He knew he would be. 

He spit roughly across her cunt, making her squeak in surprise before he stuck his tongue out and licked it away. Her body trembled underneath him as he dipped his tongue between her folds, then around her pretty pink clit. 

He squeezed her thighs, his fingertips digging into her flesh as he held her apart. He buried his tongue deep inside of her slick hole, sliding his tongue across her spongy walls. She whimpered from underneath him, her hips rutting forward against his mouth.

He shut his eyes, groaning softly as the feeling of her folds against his tongue. She tasted incredible, made his mind fuzzy and his cock throb as he recalled how good her cunt felt around his girth. He needed to feel her. Right now. 

He slowly crawled up, squeezing at her thighs as he admired the look of bliss in her eyes. She breathed out heavily, lips parting as she stared at him in awe, “Lay back.” He demanded, ensuring that she followed his command. He wanted to treat her the way she deserved. 

-

Tommy

Tommy’s ears were still ringing, his mind fuzzy from the alcohol that was still coursing through his veins. He stumbled down the hallway before he drunkenly made his way towards the toilet. He heaved over, gripping a hold of the toilet seat as he emptied his stomach.

He rested his head against the wall

He slowly moved down the hallway, ensuring he was quiet in case Kim had fallen asleep down here again. Sometimes it was just easier that way. It kept them from fighting as much.

He crept around the corner, squinting his eyes as he confirmed that she was there. Probably mad. Great. But then he paused, realizing Billy was there too. And something was wrong. 

They were intimate, far too close. 

“Billy,” Kim’s lips were parted in awe, her features wrinkled in bliss as she looked up at the blonde in front of her. Tommy felt a sickness stirring in his stomach as he still continued to pray that he was seeing things wrong, that he was having some twisted nightmare, “Feels so good.” Her moans were laced with pleasure as Billy’s nose brushed against hers.

“Like my cock?” Billy groaned as his features matched her same pleasure. Her fingers were pressed into his biceps, holding onto him tightly as her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist. 

“Uh huh,” She whimpered, her lips turning into a soft smile that matched his. Too tender and deep, “More. Please, please.” 

He lewdly spit into her mouth and Tommy fully expected for her to push him away then, to shove him off and tell him how disgusting that was. How disgusting they were. But she didn’t. She moaned as she swallowed it, her tongue darting out of her mouth and licking at his lips for more. It was sickening. 

He just kept staring, unable to stop himself as their lips then moved together in a passionate frenzy. He felt like he was going to vomit again, like his bones had turned into jelly. He finally forced himself away, quietly making his way back to the room. 

He thought for a long time, wondering if Kim had ever moaned like that underneath him. If she had ever dug her nails into his skin and tugged him closer and closer. He doubted it. Surely he would’ve remembered if she had ever treated him in such a way.

Then again, Billy wasn’t careful with her. His grip had been tight, his words filthy and movements rough. He didn’t treat her like she was fragile. Like she had carried his baby. Like she was all that he had ever wanted and more. 

Things slowly pieced together.

There had been a reason for Billy’s protectiveness before, the way he always had to be around them when they first started dating. They way he had skipped the wedding and then made a fool of himself. The way neither of them had spoken to each other in years.

And the way Nora didn’t look like him. 

He crawled back into bed after, pretending like this was all a nightmare. 

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[ink-going-insane]

random mystreet and diaries ramble time! specifically about travis!

travis is a really really important character to me. i probably oc-ified him in my mind on accident but iiit's fine probably. but either way he's really special to me with how his character is.

i'll probably end up rambling more about mystreet than diaries because i have more of a personal attachment to ms since that's what i mainly grew up with, so i'm sorry about that in advance ^^;

i'm also. putting it all under a read more because it's gonna get Long. so yea another warning in advance for that!

both in mystreet and diaries, it feels like travis tries to be a sorta comic-relief character at times to get everyone to smile and ignore their troubles. he does really stupid things to distract others from their issues because he's really big on having his friends feel better and happy. he's not the best at communicating at times, but he tries his best by just being weird and getting people to smile. his not too good communication skills do unfortunately cause him to use some of the...tricks he knows at Bad Times (one example being in diaries s2 when lucinda first sees her mother iirc) but he always means well and genuinely just wants everyone to be happy. even in the end of season 6 of mystreet, after everything that happened, the moment he was free and woke up and saw katelyn, he flirts with her in an effort to cheer her up even though they both just went through Hell.

travis is a really selfless character to me. in diaries, with the added s3 enki island lore, travis was essentially fighting a battle that No One There acknowledged. they all thought Travis was the cursed person causing the imps and all that jazz to show and he just. lived with it. he kept saying it was fine when his friends tried to defend him. and then there was the incident in the phoenix alliance island where people were scared of him and iirc he acted like it was fine but it really isn't but aaaaaa. and i'm so so so so happy with his choice after they got enki's relic. his choice to essentially discover himself and live freely without chaining himself down to another burden is something i will forever adore because he deserves it!! and i was so happy he saw that opportunity of freedom, to maybe feel the joy he's been wanting to feel for a long time. i don't know if any of this makes sense i really hope it does.

in mystreet travis's life is more...calm? i guess? there's the child experimentation that happened and then the whole thing of thinking his dad had two different personalities randomly with one of them being Horrible, which actually on second thought my irene does this poor guy still suffer. though we never actually really see any of it and only hear about his father's (well, michael's) negative actions (not including the child experimentation) Twice. once from lucinda talking to kim in s5 and a second time from travis talking to himself in the last episode of s6. he doesn't really talk about himself and instead opts for just vibing in the moment, and doesn’t mind listening to other's troubles.

it's obvious during pdh that he's pretty socially awkward, especially with having dante for a friend. and i think he was his only friend until starting high school where travis met aphmau and the others. like not to be rude but have you Seen dante. guy is a horrible influence. anyway so yea travis wasn't the best at communication, but this is also when he first manages to make someone Smile. he says some really bad pick-up lines to katelyn in s1 in an attempt to cheer her up after her break-up and it gets her to Smile and it distracted her from her troubles and that's when he realized that he can make others Happy with his shenanigans. and so he kept at it, because he wants people and those he cares about to Smile.

oh and quick (not quick i lied) side tangent about the Not Alone Buddies and also travis's role in the story of pdh. aphmau and travis's friendship is so so so special to me. partly because it reminds me of my own friendships vibe-wise, but also because of their special connection. i'm a bit upset that it wasn't expanded upon more during the main mystreet story but it does make a bit of sense since friendships can occasionally drift apart a little bit as you get older so the two of them aren't as close as they used to be. but i still wish they showed more of the closeness that Should Have Been There!! especially in pdh where he was set up to be sorta important! instead of opting for "here's a bunch of scenes with love interests for aphmau that you know aren't going to end up with her and almost nothing else other than strict plot mostly surrounding aphmau and her love interests" they should've had more scenes of her with her friends!!! and travis!!!! and also vylad!!!!!! because they became a trio after he transferred and that literally Never got expanded upon! i don't even think there's another scene of travis with vylad after their first meeting, i genuinely don't remember there being another one At All. maybe one or two? or just none at all and either way that's Bad. and vylad also barely has any proper scenes with aphmau also it hurts. this is a travis post but by extension it's also a Not Alone Buddies post because i love them forever and vylad should've gotten more screentime >:( along with a lot of the other characters they deserved so much more! and it really bothers me that they set up travis to be sorta important at the start of pdh, only to quickly demote him to side character and comedy duo with dante. it really hurts.

in main story mystreet he gets a bit more attention but it's mostly for a comic relief kinda thing at the start. the fact most of his character in s1 got retconned is really funny to me. anyway he gets character development in season 2!! he stood up for himself because katelyn was being Not Nice and i'm so proud of him for it!!! this is also when him being a creep mostly stops iirc so that's nice, but i tend to pretend the creepy scenes Don't Exist in the first place. anyway after that there isn't really much development for him iirc until season 5, though of course there's that nice fun scene in aphmau's year where michael says hello, but he shows up a lot more in season 5 and of course season 6. in s5 it's like "huh i have a weird voice in my head and i suddenly occasionally can't control my actions but surely it must've been me. oh well as long as it makes katelyn happy :)" and like. it's so precious he just wants her to be happy and it hurts knowing michael's intentions and stuff because in both s5 and the start of s6 he just wanted katelyn to smile and be happy and safe so he was okay with letting the weird voice do its thing as long as it helped. it uh. stopped helping after The Incident. but even when he was trapped in his own mind and forced to watch he wanted so badly for it all to stop because he didn't want his friends to suffer. he didn't care what happened to him as long as his friends would be okay, which is why his monologue in the last episode horrifies me. i read a theory that he's going to sacrifice himself to stop the rumored meteor in s7 and something'll cause everyone to forget him and i really really really hope that doesn't happen i hope s7 gives him an actual calming break in the end please.

i'll be honest i...don't know where i was actually going with this post. it just kinda happened. i was alone with my thoughts (bad) and i saw a post with travis on it and just went "travis :)" in my mind and the next thing i knew this wall of text got vomited onto my phone screen. thinking of travis will now be my comfort i guess?? i just think he's neat <3

[erinravenseeker]

Just had a middle-of-the-night “ohhhh” moment as I just figured out that Kim Dokja needs the Fourth Wall not because of the scenarios but because it was essentially his survival mechanism for life.

Now I have only read the novel once so I could totally be forgetting stuff & way off-base but this is what I remember. Inane rambling under the cut, major spoilers included.

We know he’s generally antisocial, placing himself outside of society like a reader, and he internally smoothed over Sangah’s rough points even before the scenarios, making her into a ‘character’ (a caricature of herself) that fit into an archetype.

Dissociating from reality & viewing himself as a reader is his coping mechanism & “WoS coming to life” provides a convenient excuse to keep ignoring that fact.

This kind of ties in with an idea I’ve been forming about the Fourth Wall, which is that KDJ is fundamentally incapable of believing that “The Characters” (read: everyone) can experience growth as a result of his actions. He exists outside of the story, he is in the audience beyond the fourth wall, so he cannot affect the characters.

Hence the paradoxical nature of the Fourth Wall. For as long as he is a Reader, the Fourth Wall is maintained. And as long as the Fourth Wall is maintained, he will continue to be a Reader.

(Warning this is where it gets incoherent and messy.)

Kim Dokja fundamentally NEEDS the Fourth Wall to be maintained. Not just because of the OD stuff, but because it’s the way he’s learnt to cope with existing. It’s also why dying is so easy for him—we know he cannot deal with the guilt of making people he cares about suffer, but if he’s just a Reader, that means he can’t really have any meaningful impact on their lives, so it’s fine for him to just… disappear.

Kim Dokja is not actively suicidal, he’s just invested himself so far into the worldview of himself being a Reader that to him, his temporary deaths no longer register as dying. More like… stepping out of the theatre for a bit.

It gets complicated when we hit OD. Because then we realise the KDJ we’ve been accompanying is essentially a self-insert OC. So we can ascribe the way he thinks to OD, including all the coping mechanisms and self-distancing. But where OD manages to escape the narrative along with SP, at the same time the KimCom Crew escape the narrative, KDJ actually kind of… doubles down?

Like, OD does what any Reader does and learns from the book. When KDJ says “I, someone of no redeeming quality, could be loved by the others.” It’s not just him learning this lesson. It’s actually kind of the opposite. OD is Reading this lesson so he learns that he’s allowed to accept the mercy of SP & the 999 crew. So they escape the narrative.

KimCom also manages to escape the narrative but KDJ… can’t. He comes to the conclusion that he was actually backstage all along. But that means he’s still not ON stage. A Character can’t feel for the Script Writer or Director or Stage Manager. So he doubles down on his separation from them, stepping into that role. And then then KimCom comes banging on his door backstage because they’re not just characters, they’re the Actors now, and KDJ disappears because he can’t deal with that, because he fundamentally cannot exist on the same plane as them.

I think that’s why I’m hopeful at a post-epilogue ending. KDJ The Reader exists at essentially a higher tier than the people around him, and so he believes he cannot be loved in a way that has a lasting impact on them. But he DID spend years being affected by WoS, by Yoo Joonghyuk. If he becomes the Character, and them the Readers… maybe, just maybe, he can actually accept that love.

[uconnposter01]

Falling

Chapter 1

Azzi x black oc

3.K words

warning: cursing

August 2021  3rd person pov

“Fuck,fuck fuck” Nuveah mutters  as she jumps up in a panic.

  She couldn't believe that she slept through her alarm. She was late for her first class on the very first day. Grabbing her essential things Nuveah slipped  on a pair of black Adidas joggers, a white shirt and a pair of black Crocs Nuveah ran out of her dorm room to the lecture hall, thankfully it was only a five minute run. All eyes turned to look at Nuveah as she burst inside of the lecture hall ten minutes late. 

“I’m sorry Mrs Flanagan I slept through my alarm, it uh- won't happen again” Nuveah says trying to catch her breath. 

“Name?” The professor questions unamused. 

Every year there is at least one student who ends up late to her class so this is no shock, she just hopes this won’t be an everyday thing. 

“Nuveah Sanchez '' Nuveah mutters quietly. 

She felt embarrassed, especially with everyone staring at her. Nuveah honestly wishes the floor would swallow her right now. 

“Find a seat”  Profesor Flanagan answers dismissively. 

Nuveah’s eyes scanned the lecture hall looking for an empty seat in a room with at least 50 other people, It’s intense. It made Nuveah’s heartbeat fast and her hands clammy. 

“Today Ms. Sanchez '' Professor Flanagan says impatiently. 

“Sorry” Nuveah says softly, sighing.

 Noticing an empty seat towards the back of the lecture hall sat a brown skinned girl with glasses, and curly hair whose hair is in a high bun. The girl is beautiful, the slight smile on her looks welcoming and inviting. Taking a chance Nuveah decides to make her way over there to sit next to the girl. It's a win-win situation in Nuveah's mind. The girl looked very familiar to Nuveah but she can't remember where at the moment she's too anxious to really focus on her surroundings or faces.

Azzi notices the girl walking towards her direction and her breath hitches in her throat as Nuveah walks towards her, she is absolutely gorgeous. 

“Can I sit here?” Nuveah mumbles quietly. 

“Yeah of course,” Azzi says, looking away trying to hide her blush.

 Looking at the girl up and down Azzi couldn't help to get very intimated. In Azzi's opinion she thinks she's the most beautiful girl she's ever seen. Her hair is black with green highlights and it's straightened. It kinda reminds Azzi of Shego’s from Kim Possible. Her eyes are almond shaped and the lightest shade of brown and that color just  became Azzi’s favorite color. She’s well built, She has to play some kind of sport or go to the gym often. Maybe if Azzi played her cards right she could get her number and become her gym buddy and maybe something more.

           Nuveah is trying her hardest not to stare at the light skinned girl next to her, but it's so hard she's so beautiful and Nuveah is way too anxious and intimated to ever say a word to her hell it took everything in Nuveah to ask her to sit next to her. The two girls stole glances at each other whenever the other wasn't looking, both of them not listening to the lecture being presented.

      After catching Nuveah look at her one too many times Azzi decides to take charge and speak to the girl. 

“Nuveah right?” Azzi asks quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone else. 

“Yeah,” Nuveah mumbles, not trusting her voice.

“Azzi” The shooting guard responds,holding out her hand for Nuveah to shake. 

            Nuveah apprehensively shakes Azzi's hand worried that her hand is way too sweaty. Neither girl let's go for a minute feeling the spark of energy that flowed through them. After a minute of shaking hands and smiling like idiots, Azzi pulls her hand away. Realization hits Nuveah like a ton of bricks after realizing who is sitting next to her.

“Azzi Fudd” Nuveah blurts out staring at the girl next to her. 

“Yeah,” Azzi replies, laughing slightly. 

“Imma fan,I'm sorry I didn't recognize you, Also P talks about you a whole fucking lot” Nuveah rambles slightly. Azzi frowned upon hearing Paige’s nickname,she knows how Paige gets down and she prays that Paige isn't dealing with this girl. 

“Are you close with Paige?” Azzi questions quietly.

“Yeah, we hang out almost everyday,” Nuveah reveals quietly. 

   Hearing the piece of information made Azzi feel annoyed and jealous, Azzi rarely felt jealous so she feels a little ridiculous being jealous over Paige being friends or maybe when more with Nuveah especially since she just met her.

“Hmm okay” Azzi says, pursing her lips and looking back towards the professor.

Confused, Nuveah keeps glancing back at Azzi wondering if she said something wrong to the girl. After the professor ends class Nuveah bolts out of the lecture hall without another word. Her social battery has run out and she doesn't want to be stuck in a conversation with anyone,  except for Azzi she's the only exception in Nuveah’s eyes . But she feels as though she said something to make the girl not want to be bothered with her, she needs to talk with her sister to figure out what she did wrong. 

      Azzi frowns, noticing Nuveah sprint out of the lecture hall she wanted to get her number or social media or something. But she guesses it's for the best especially if she's messing with Paige. Walking into her shared apartment with Amari, Azzi notices most of the team is there and she  flops down on the couch and dramatically sighs.  

What’s up?” Amari questions noticing Azzi being dramatic

“I met the finest girl today” Azzi says while looking up at the ceiling. 

“Ooh okay, I see you Az, did you get her number?” Amari questions smiling at her friend.

“No, and I think she's fucking Paige” Azzi pouts while putting her head in her hands. 

“Wait who is Paige fucking now?” Aubrey asks only catching the last part of Azzi's sentence.

“Her name is Nuveah, and she's sooooo fine, but she said she hangs out with Paige and from how quiet she got when talking about and how she wouldn't look me in the eye I know they have to fucking” Azzi complains.        

“Nuveah who?” Aubrey asks, sitting down on the couch next to Azzi. If it's the Nuveah that Aubrey is thinking then Azzi has nothing to worry about. 

       “Sanchez I think,she came in late today in class and she sat right next to me and omg she was so beautiful, oh my God I think I'm in love already” Azzi excitedly explains her hand over her heart as she does so.

“Wait short,  brown skinned, light eyes, curly hair, strong as fuck Nuveah?” Aubrey questions once more. 

       “Her hair was straight but everything else is right,” Azzi says, raising her eyebrow. Aubrey burst out laughing after Azzi confirmed her suspicions, she could see why Azzi would misinterpret Nuveah saying she hangs out with Paige as they were messing around. 

“Stop laughing at me” Azzi mumbles growing increasingly annoyed with the girl.

“My bad, Paige and Nu-Nu aren't fucking they are homies, you ain’t got nothing to worry about” Aubrey says flashing a Azzi a smile reassuring smile. Hearing that Azzi stopped being annoyed and the frown on her face turned into a smile knowing that she still had a shot with the girl. 

     “Did you get her number?” Amari questions. Azzi’s smile instantly fades, being reminded that she didn't get the girl’s number,Azzi is determined to get it in the next class.

“No, but we have class again on Wednesday. I'll get it then,” Azzi says, hopeful and ready for when she sees Nuveah again. 

    Meanwhile Nuveah frantically pounded on her sister's dorm. Her sister’s roommate and fellow gymnast Jazmine opens the door with an attitude. 

“Nuveah stop banging on the fucking door” Jazmine says as she swings open the door annoyed with Nuveah. 

“Is Aniyah here?” Nuveah asks, ignoring Jazmine’s attitude. 

Nuveah can’t stand the light skinned girl standing in front of her, she's bougie, judgmental, entitled and always has a shitty attitude. She was so mad when she found out she was Aniyah’s roommate whenever Jazmine is around Nuveah knows she’s gonna have a terrible time. 

“She lives here right?” Jazmine asks Nuveah, rolling her eyes.  

 Nuveah's eyes narrowed and bit her tongue as she counted in her head from 50, she didn't want to disappoint her sister and break the promise she made to her sister to not argue with Jazmine. 

“Can I come in, I need to talk to her bout some shit” Nuveah grumbles, looking at the ground ignoring Jazmine’s previous statement. 

Jazmine rolls her eyes and opens the door wider letting the girl in the dorm room. Nuveah walks past Jazmine and the gymnast looks  her up and down as she walks by which makes Nuveah feel a little self conscious. 

“MoMo you dressed?” Nuveah questions walking inside of her sister's room. 

“It don't matter bitch,you already in here” Aniyah says, pausing her TV show.  

“Stop bitching” Nuveah says kissing her teeth

“What do you need, Pook?” Aniyah asks, whining as she does so.

“I met Azzi Fudd in class today , and I fucked up I need to know if I did something wrong” Nuveah stresses.

“Not you immediately fumbling a baddie” Aniyah teases, laughing slightly.

“Girl fuck you, can I tell you what happened or not”? Nuveah asks, growing annoyed with Aniyah.

“Go ahead Pook”Aniyah says, rolling her eyes. 

“I was late to class, I sat next to Azzi and we talked for a little bit. I mentioned being friends with Paige. She then got quiet for the rest of class,” Nuveah explains.  

“I mean y'all were in class, maybe she just wanted to pay attention” Aniyah says shrugging.

“Maybe,but she asked me if I hang out with Paige and when I said yeah a lot  she stopped talking” Nuveah responds. 

  The way Azzi just turned away from her and stopped talking to her earlier really has her anxious. She swears she said something wrong, but if Aniyah says she didn't, she’ll believe it; she has way better judgment and social skills than her.

“Did you get her number Pook?” Aniyah questions softly. 

Depending on her answer Aniyah can stop Nuveah from having a panic attack right now even if she didn't get the shooting guard’s number Aniyah has a back up plan that too also. 

“No, I was overstimulated after class so I just got up and ran here, I fumbled, didn't I ?” Nuveah mumbles looking down at the floor.

“No Pook you didn't, just try to get her number next class” Aniyah says softly. 

“Thank you MoMo,I genuinely don't know what I would do without” Nuveah says hugging Aniyah.

“That’s cute and I but I need to rant, are y'all done yet?”Jazmine questions looking down at her nails.

“Yeah, do you want me to leave or stay?” Nuveah asks, letting go of Aniyah and avoiding looking at Jazmine.

“I don't care, I just wanna talk about my sneaky link” Jazmine says flopping down on the bed. 

“Girl, this is a twin sized bed, what are you doing?” Nuveah complains about the lack of space. 

“If you  have an issue, sit on the floor,” Jazmine huffs, rolling her eyes once more at the girl. She couldn't stand Nuveah, she always had something smart to say, she likes Aniyah though so she tried to not to argue with the girl. Nuveah immediately drops to the floor not wanting to be that close to Jazmine.

“Anyway, my sneaky link fucked me in the back of her car and, but this time we were outside her dorm building  so anyone could've saw, I think I'm one step closer to meeting her teammates and roommates” Jazmine explains excitement etched on her face. 

“That’s good boo,you still didn’t tell me what team she plays on” Aniyah says smiling. She didn't want to tell the girl that she sounds utterly insane, knowing Jazmine she probably wouldn't listen anyway.

“You sound delusional as fuck bro” Nuveah deadpans. She refused to lie to the girl like Aniyah does,she won't be feeding into Jazmine’s delusions any time soon. 

“And you sound like a hating ass bitch” Jazmine snaps. She hates Nuveah’s attitude,she’s always negative and brings down the vibes in Jazmine’s opinion.

“Your mom is white isn't she” Nuveah states. 

Aniyah sends a sharp look in Nuveah’s direction, with her sister’s lack of a filter and Jazmine’s smart mouth  she can see Jazmine and Nuveah getting into a verbal altercation way sooner than later and she will be in the middle of it. 

“What it was just a question” Nuveah says trying to hold in her laughter. 

“I mean yeah,but what does that have to do with anything?” Jazmine questions her eyes, narrowing at  Nuveah.

“Nothing continue,” Nuveah says, smirking.

“What team does she play on?” Aniyah questions once more. 

“If I told you she wouldn't be a sneaky link, but we need to get you a boo, you see anyone here that you are attracted to” Jazmine asks. 

“I mean not really, I've only been here for like a week but Paige Bueckers is cute as fuck” Aniyah says, her nose scrunching in the process. 

“Mhm, don't go for her,” Jazmine says dismissively, waving her hand.

“Why?” Aniyah questions curiosity etched all over her face. 

“She's a player, you're gonna get your heart broken, she's just not a good person to try to pursue something with” Jazmine dismisses once more.

“I mean it's not like I'm looking for some serious shit”Aniyah replies shrugging.

“Girl,just trust me she has a big ass roster she’s fucked more than half of the school,you don't wanna deal with that shit, get her outta your pretty little mind” Jazmine said tapping Aniyah's forehead lightly.

“How do you know?” Nuveah questions not liking that Jazmine is dragging her friend’s name through dirt.

“My friend sometimes deals with her” Jazmine dismisses, cutting her eyes over at Nuveah.

  “What friend?” Nuveah questions one of her eyebrows raised.

 “ Damn, You nosy as fuck”Jazmines complains looking over at Aniyah so she could to tell her sister to stop. 

“I just don’t appreciate you lying on my friend like that, does she have a couple of girls she sleep with yes, but is she out here fucking half of school no” Nuveah says her nose flaring slightly. 

“Since when have you been friends with Paige”? Jazmine questions her eyebrows raising in curiosity. 

“And you said I was nosy” Nuveah responds  laughing

“Answer the goddamn question Nuveah no one has time for your shit you always want to play around this is exactly why no one likes you” Jazmine says snapping at Nuveah. 

“Since last year if you must know, I'm gonna head out though MoMo I'll see you later”Nuveah grumbled as she left the room. 

“That wasn’t cool,when she calms down you owe her an apology” Aniyah says.

  Nuveah doesn’t hear Jazmine’s response, but she's sure she's defending herself. Slamming the door on her way out, Nuveah makes her way to her dorm apartment, fuming. She wishes her sister had roomed with someone other than Jazmine. She's unsure if she could put up with her the entire school year; she will make Aniyah come to her place. 

“Woah, what crawled up in your ass and died,” Nuveah’s best friend and roommate, Gia, asks after Nuveah slams the front door shut.

“Nothing I'm going in my room” Nuveah grumbles. 

“Alright dude I'm here if you need me” Gia said knowing by the tone of her voice that Nuveah needs to be alone.

 Flopping onto her bed, Nuveah’s thoughts are filled with Azzi and Jazmine. Eventually, as Nuveah calms down, her thoughts only contain Azzi. Wednesday couldn't come fast enough. Nuveah decides it's best to leave a note with her socials on it, knowing she won't be confident to ask the girl for hers. After gaming and watching TV, Nuveah finally lays down, hoping Tuesday would go by fast so she can see Azzi. After her nightly routine, Azzi lies in bed, slowly falling asleep. Nuveah is on her mind as she does so. Her dream is filled with Nuveah and the future she wishes she could have with her. Tuesday is a blur for both girls as they have practice and classes to keep their minds occupied.

    Azzi woke up around 7 am, made her a protein shake, and carefully spent an hour and a half getting showered and dressed.

“I thought you said you had class” Paige states to  the girl who is currently spraying perfume on herself. 

“I do,” Azzi said, checking her outfit out in the mirror. “Then why are dressed like that?'' Paige questions, confused as to why she was wearing a white crop top and short shorts and sandals.

“I just want to,”Azzi replies, checking herself out one last time. Walking into the lecture hall Azzi sees Nuveah is already there saving a seat she assumes for her, it makes Azzi’s heart swell with pride. 

“Hey” Nuveah says, removing her backpack from the seat next to her. She couldn't help but check Azzi,she looked so good Nuveah would be stupid not to catch a quick glance or two.

“Hey” Azzi responds with a smile gracing her features.

“How’d you sleep?” Nuveah questions. 

“Good,you?” Azzi asks politely.

“Pretty good,” Nuveah responds. The duo are quiet for the rest of the class,and sure enough when class is dismissed Nuveah once again bolts out of class before Azzi can say a word to her. But this time left in her place is a piece of paper with her Instagram and finsta on it.

A short while later Nuveah receives a notification that almost causes her to scream in Gia’s ear

Azzi35 started following you

WhoisAzzi started following you

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Hey, this is my first time posting a story on Tumblr

criticism is more than welcomed

I hope y'all have a good day

[yeonmuse]

BREAK THE WALLS | Kim Hongjoong

Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Full Chapter List

🀥 Government agent Hongjoong x Rebel Oc

🀥 genre | dystopian society, halazia x geurilla concept , enemies to lovers

🀥 word count | 1.1k

🀥 Summary | An organization by the name of Sector 1 was well known for their work in the underground, theyve been well known for the recruiting of teens and using them to form an army since the year 2034. Collecting strays for their rebellion against those in higher power. Now the year is 2064 and the organization still runs strong they run like a family, with the new technology theyve found ways of keeping alive those that have been scorned in any past battles theyve had against the government.

When the government sends in 7 of their best men to infiltrate the organization. What will they do when their cover is blown and their true intentions are revealed? Will they join the rebellion or will they continue to let the government pull their strings like the little puppets they once were?

Bjvjb

Skylar district September 20th 2064

"This is what all of you have trained for, their recruitment day is getting nearer and you need to make sure that every single one of you makes it in. We didnt take them all out the first time but i'll make damn sure we take out every single person in that organization this time." A government official spoke authoritatively as he stood on the end of a long office table.

"Yes sir." Seven men all respond in sync at the mans words

When the meeting was over they all found themselves in a large practice room, a place where the seven of them all seemed to spend most of their time since they first started their work for the government.

"Oo what do you think it'll be like down there? You think they serve good food?" One of the seven rambles on curiously.

"Wooyoung this isn't a vacation or tropical getaway, that should be the last thing you worry about."

"Seonghwa is right, we need to take this seriously. If we pull through and succeed with this mission we become officials."

"I have also kinda wondered what things are like down there as well though Joong. I mean I know that Eden has told us a lot but he's never been down there right? What if it's a lot tougher than we thought?" Another chimes in

"Tough or not we need to go into this with our heads straight and our minds set on the right things san, he gave us 8 months to figure out their plans, that means we got no time to waste." Hongjoong responds making them all go silent.

Skylar district October 14th 2064

"You know just because your body doesn't operate like a humans now doesn't mean you should spend all your time in the airlock, Tahani." Eris nagged at the girl as she made sure that everything in the girl's new body was functioning properly. "And i don't wanna hear you whining about your name again, i refuse to call you anything but Tahani."

Knowing that the girl really would continue to call her by her birth name she simply just sighs in defeat as she sat compliantly on the cyber scanner.

"I want to be ready this time, I'm more than sure that Loren knows we'll be coming for him which means he'll prepare diligently. You know hes always been a fucking coward so in more than sure he wont be alone when we aim for the alaura tower." Tahani had it all planned out, every calculation, every possible outcome, she had thought of them all. This time even if they once again saw them coming she would make it her mission to make sure Loren suffered.

"Tahani Loren has been off the grid since that day, hasn't been spotted once, we don't even know if he's still in the city." Eris responds as she disconnects the many wires and tubes that had been locked tight against Tahanis body moments prior.

"Even if he isnt I owe him the most merciless death, he got my family killed and wiped out half of the Sector without a second thought. Our friends are dead because of him. Even if I have to search this entire god forsaken damn planet when the mission is done i'll do it. Life won't satisfy me until they're all dead."

With those final words she pushes herself up from the scanner and leaves the OASIS. As she pushes past the doors her body slams into someone on the other side.

"Sorry didnt see- you. What are you doing down here? This area isn't within your jurisdiction." Tahani found herself glaring at one of the seven that she had seen walking around with Jongho moments prior.

"I kinda uhh...got lost, there were like 8 different hallways to take and I couldn't remember where the Jongho guy said shared living quarters were." The tall silver haired male rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. For some reason he found himself shrinking down at the girl's presence.

Tahani simply rolled her eyes before pushing past the boy. Thinking she meant for him to follow her he found himself running after the girl before stopping at her side.

"None of us got to introduce ourselves earlier by the way, I'm Mingi. Uh, your name was Hira right?" Even though Tahani hadn't shown the least bit of interest in the boy he continued to ramble on

"Jongho said you've been here for four years? You must be one of their most skilled by now then." It was then that an annoyed sigh spilled from Tahanis lips.

"Listen, Mingi? It is Mingi right ? I'd rather walk in silence if you don't mind. Weren't you supposed to be looking for your living quarters or something anyways?"

"Wait- so you weren't taking me there? I thought you wanted me to follow your lead or something." Mingi stood there dumbfounded at the fact that he followed her even further into the hallway all for nothing. It was then that he looked up and his eyes caught sight of a large G on the wall behind the girl.

"Oh I get it you were just messing with me cause im a new recruit right? You really did walk me here." He responds cheerfully with a laugh before pushing past the girl and into the door behind her.

"I'm sorry what- wait you cant go in there." And as she followed the silver head boy inside she was forced to stop dead in her tracks as her eyes landed on Jongho, Leedo and the other six men all chatting as if it was a daily occurence.

"Why are they here?" Her loud voice caused all attention to fall on her.

"They're training for the G unit.." Leedo responds in a tone that implies it was something she should have already known.

"I'm sorry but come again? What the hell do you mean they're training for the G unit?"

"Hira..its been two years you have to let go." Jonghos response only angered the girl more.

"Let go? You want me to let go? Mingyu promised he fucking promised we wouldnt replace any of them. Now these guys show up, seven men who Im not sure i even want to fucking trust and you tell me to just let go? You look at me Jongho, all of me and tell me. If you ended up how i did would you be able to let go?" And with that she storms out of the room leaving the nine boys to simply just look around at one another.

[hrtavenue]

─ sadie kim

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sadie kim , 25 years , 5'6 , musician

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face claim : @ sullendin on insta

ro : atlas

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> she's shy, quiet and prefers to go with the flow. a big sweetheart that can often be found nursing a cup of green tea latte in one hand, and her notebook in the other. a fiend for good literature, and a talent for playing the guitar.

> despite the initial impression she gives off, she becomes quite bubbly and skittish once you really get close to her and get to know her (although incredibly trusting and naive with loved ones)

> her love language is music. she enjoys sharing her music and/or favourite songs with others, and considers quietly enjoying music with another peaceful yet intimate.

> despite being quiet and shy most of the time, she can spend hours on her end rambling about her love for singing (it's her major!), and is the one thing she's proud to proclaim.

> she usually can't sit still, and has to have her hands fiddle with something.

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> clothing style

> comfy and worn jeans usually paired with a muted colour top, with the occasional striped pattern.

> doesn't usually wear accessories besides her headphones, and sometimes a necklace.

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> extra info !

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> sadie's korean name is so-hee.

> sadie moved from busan, south korea

> has once drank 5 cups of green tea latte in a sitting for the sake of songwriting (never again, she vows.)

> she graduated from SNU, majoring in vocal music.

> loves jingling her keys, but has also once flung her keys into a nearby bin on accident.

> sadie has a close relationship with her mother

@apt502-if oc

[spemtang]

Do people make OCs for literally every media they get into becaaaaaause I sure do

(okok, first I'm actually gonna ramble about KP for a minute cause I just got here)

I started watching Kim Possible, like a month or so ago (I just finished Season 3 and the Movie), and I've been looooving it. This show is just so naturally silly. There's something I adore about it, it's just a breath of fresh air for me. I never use Tumblr for anything, but the small community of KP fans on here has motivated me enough topost something. lots of cute drakgo art (which I try not to spoil myself with anything, but also idrc too much) on here, Shego and Drakken have such an interesting relationship. I will study them both under a microscope.

anywaaayys. I invented this funky little character cause I was bored (sketch for this illustration was done by winter_jacke on instagram btw, they said I didn't have to credit them but I loved it so I will anywayyys). I'm not so sure what they'd do, but her name is Lavandra (play on Lavender and the -andra suffix (as in Cassandra or Alexandra) because it's not really a KP character unless they have some stupid or punny name). I gotta get a more concrete idea of her, but she's Latina and has cool nano-robot things she invented.

I need to draw fanart of the characters on KP. especially drakken and shego. I love them. also, hello people on Tumblr who also watch this show. I wish there were more of you.

[sm1l3b0t]

hello! 6 and 11 for the orv ask game?

hi!!!

6. i just answered this in a previous ask here so i wont repeat it and make everyone scroll through it twice lmao but long story short kim dokja CAN cook and i WILL stand by that

11. any character you wish we saw more of?

ABSOLUTELY JANG HAYOUNG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i love her so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!! shes so interesting!!!!!!!!!!! i think there is a decent reason she isnt super prevalent in the novel (kim dokja feels really guilty whenever he sees her so he avoids her, fair enough buddy) but i still wish she were there more often. the thematic and moral implications of essentially having kim dokjas oc trailing around are sooooooooo fun!!!!!

plus i would have loved to see more of the wall of impossible communication!!! its kind of its own character and its an interesting one!! why did it try to keep jang hayoung isolated and prevent her from reaching her talent initially! why is it kinda fucked up and evil! why did it try to convince her to let kimcom die so she could have kim dokja to herself! all interesting questions i would love to see answered. my ideal orv has jang hayoung and the wall of impossible communication in the background of every scene going 'can i have uhhh' 'the souls of the innocent!' 'a bagel' 'no!!' two bagels'

on top of all that, shes just genuinely such a fun character. girl who has a crush on demon king of salvation but refuses to acknowledge hes also kim dokja. girl who loves to say the fuck and bitch words. girl who puts on a brave face and flirts with/insults her enemies when she's actually scared out of her mind. girl who is so fun and interesting!!!!!!!! i love her so much and she should be in every scene forever.

thank you for the ask :) <3 rambling about orv is my favourite past time in the world so these have been so fun!!!!!!!!!

[temporalbystander]

So @erisluna35 liked my last post and reblogged another. To refamiliarise myself with what they are about I read through their blog. Came across a lot of salt regarding the treatment Chloe got in season 4 and 5 and derision specifically. So it is their fault I am up this late with a very disturbing realisation. Long winded ramble under the cut.

In my original rewrite of the show, you know all the tedious writing of how Faybon interacts with the episodes putting him way more front and centre than an OC should ever be, the big twist, after the paradox thing, was meant to be him realising that, even if we can't influence history, we can influence people. That even though he couldn't stop Monarch or Felix, or stop the akumatisations, him being there did make an impact on the people. Which is where we get to my disturbing realisation about Derision.

Yes I didn't watch the episode but I'm aware of what Kim did because of Chloe pushing him and while I headcanon some things being a bit different, such as the water phobia being solely based around being in a relationship while at the school pool and her and Kim having a very strained relationship afterwards, I more or less accepted it as something plausible.

Same for some of Chloe's "pure evil" characterisation like in Sole crusher. The reason for this? While I only got partway into season one of my actual rewrite and my notes were just things to refer to with some possible Faybon input, my mind still filled in the blanks. Still had Faybon going to class alongside all these students, witnessing all these interactions and having some of his own... But I'm stalling because... I never realised just HOW in-depth my mind had gone. See the invisible thing was just a handwave at the beginning for why he wasn't involved before horrificator. The time paradox was another handwave to explain the invisibility and him being unable to change things. All these things came AFTER I had seen all three seasons and had started coming up with alternative scenarios. So, even though the "drama" has Faybon being overlooked, forgotten, and unaffected by the healing ladybugs, the day to day stuff my brain filled in ignored all of that.

My point? I accepted Chloe as capable of much worse because I'd had Faybon constantly running interference and slowly trying to get her to change. I accepted Kim as able to do such a mean prank because him and Faybon would always but heads and got into many arguments as what is a prank versus what is bullying. I accepted how stressed being the guardian made Marinette because I'd had Faybon helping her get away to transform. I accepted everything the fourth season threw at me because I'd had Faybon basically running around and filling in all the character development and screentime the writers wouldn't give us.

Worst of all? I BELIEVED Chloe was regressing because, chronologically, by the time she starts being uncaring and crueler to everyone? Faybon has learnt about being a paradox and has given up trying to change anything. I accepted a "completely irredeemable" Chloe because, in my mind, that's what would happen without Faybon continuously making an effort. Completely forgetting he was never apart of things in the first place. So, to me, Chloe in season 4 is a result of Faybon being depressed.

But it gets worse. Marinette going overboard with her stalking? Faybon and Alya team up to reel her back in. Adrien just stuck in his room? Faybon breaks him out to spend time with his friends. Luka just Marinette's love interest? He's now Faybon's confidant and gives him the advice he needs to keep going. Zoe... Being a Mary Sue? It's Faybon who talks to her, brainstorms ideas on getting through to Chloe, who listens to her stories about New York and is the first one to figure out her feelings for Marinette and, though she never says it, realises THAT is what made the other prep students in New York bully her. It's Faybon who then helps her spend more time with Rose and Juleka and Marc and Nathaniel. It's Faybon who gives Sabrina the e-mail address of the cute boy she was talking to in the New York special and it's Faybon who comforts her when that falls through.

So many issues in the writing and with the characters that I, seemingly unconsciously, just had Faybon fix. I didn't write any of this down anywhere but it is stuff I know happens and is another reason why I abandoned the rewrite and why I struggle writing. Faybon is the wildcard from Persona on a New Game plus. He's juggling friendships, school, multiple jobs, homework and dealing with supervillains daily. And some how does it all perfectly. No wonder I needed to pull him back, it was way too much.

[star-my]

Vixen ~ Three (Final)

➼ Pairing: Jimin x OC (Shin Ara)

➼ Length: 6k

➼ Rating: pg-15

➼ Content: Arranged Marriage AU, CEO AU, Mafia AU | TW: Vague Threats of Violence; Kidnapping; Non-Graphic Violence (Fight Scene); Minor Discussion of Human Trafficking (not by BTS/SKZ members)| Ara and JK are so sibling-coded; Jimin ships Vixen and JK

➼ Thanks to @moonleeai for betaing! I had this posted at noon and closed tumblr but when I came back now somehow it disappeared into the cloud?? I'm so annoyed ;-;

➼ Taglist: @bangtan-famiglia-net@kookthief@otome-wandering@sarcasticbambi

➼ Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and in no way represents any member of BTS, SKZ, or any other K-pop group mentioned in any way beyond the face and name claims the author made for this work.

➼ Chapter 1 (13/10/23) ➼ Chapter 2 (14/10/23) ➼ Ao3 ➼ Masterlist

ARA, AGE 25, (PRESENT DAY)

A hand flopped around on the wooden table, finally locating the device making that infernal racket far too early in the morning.

“It’s too early for this,” Ara groaned, sliding the call button on her phone. “Yeoboseyo?”

“Princess? It’s Jimin. Sorry if I woke you…” Ara heard a sharp inhale as her husband realised the time. Still, he pressed on. “Um…you know how Park Wonshik adopted me after I was kidnapped?”

“Ye-ah,” she replied slowly, trying to figure out what was going on. Why was he sounding so awake after helping her break up the trafficking ring early this morning? He probably hadn’t slept yet, she realized. Hence, his too-early call.

“So, the police broke up this ring last night and saved a bunch of kids. They called me and asked if I’d mind talking to them, tell them that things are gonna be okay, y’know?”

Ara made some sort of agreeing noise, heading to the bathroom to gargle some mouthwash and maybe comb her hair and hope that putting her hair in order would simultaneously put her brain cells in order.

“So…one of my dad’s old friends was there and suggested maybe…we could foster one or two of the kids who are in need of a home until they get all the paperwork sorted out. A couple of the kids agreed to testify, so they’ll also need to stay close until the trials are over. What do you think? We have really good security, so they won’t need to worry about a repeat kidnapping, and I know we’ve got space and love. You mentioned wanting to help trafficking victims when I was telling you about my childhood…but…”

The longer her silence stretched out, the more Jimin rambled. He was so cute.

“Yeah, that sounds like a great, practical way to help,” Ara agreed after spitting her mouthwash out. “Just let me know how many you kids you drag back so I know how many rooms to get ready.”

“Thank you, jagiya.” Muffled conversation crackled through the line as Jimin paused to speak with an officer. “Sorry, I have to go. I’ll call later, alright?”

“Okay. Love you!”

“Love you!”

Ara put her phone down on the counter and stared at her reflection in the mirror. 

~~~

At 2:33 PM, Jimin arrived home with an eleven-year-old girl in tow. The police officer and Child & Family Services officer quickly checked the premises and living situation, then left, leaving Jimin, Ara, and the girl.

Ara smiled, crouching down to her height. “Hi, I’m Shin Ara. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Hello, Mrs. Shin. My name is Kim Nabi,” Nabi bowed politely. “It is nice to meet you as well. Thank you for letting me live with you.”

Her shiny hair teased the tops of her shoulders as she moved. 

“I’ll show you to your room, then,” said Ara, motioning at the stairs. “I know you saw it already during the tour, but you can get settled now. My room is right across the hall, so my bodyguard will be close by if you feel unsafe. Have you met Jungkook yet?”

Nabi shook her head, then gave a small smile full of delight as she really took in her room.

Ara and Jimin’s gazes met as they exchanged smiles at her satisfaction.

The walls were a pale periwinkle reflected in the pale blue duvet, the trim white to contrast the wood furniture.

“I hope you like it,” joked Ara. “There are a couple of outfits in the closet, but I thought maybe you’d like to go shopping for some things your own style while you’re here. Jungkook and I will take you whenever you’re ready.”

Ara pulled the stuffed rabbit from the top shelf of the closet and held it out to Nabi. “I thought you might like a friend to talk to while you decide if you want to talk to me or someone else about what happened. I’ve told quite a few secrets to Cookie here, and he’s kept them all remarkably well. He also gives a pretty nice hug,” she smiled conspiratorially.

“Thank you very much, Mrs Shin, Mr Park,” Nabi bowed again.

“You’re welcome, Nabi. I know things have been tough, but you’re a very brave girl,” said Jimin. “We want you to feel safe and at home here. I remember how I felt after I was brought here by my adoptive father. If you want to scream, cry, maybe hit a couple of things, go for a run– whatever you’re feeling, we’re here for you.”

“Thank you,” Nabi said again.

Jimin kissed Ara’s cheek goodbye and left to finish his assistance at the police station.

Ara looked at Nabi, laid a soft hand on her shoulder, and said, “I think you’d like to be alone right now to settle in, but if you want company, my room is across the hall, and the door’s open. If you need anything, just walk in or give me a shout, ‘kay?”

Nabi nodded, and Ara crossed the hall to call Jungkook and explain the situation.

~~~

Ara softly knocked on Nabi’s door for the third time. When there was still no response, she twisted the knob and peered in.

Nabi was sound asleep in her bed, hugging Cookie tightly to her chest.

“Nabi, it’s ten to seven. Jimin-ssi will be home any minute, and supper will be ready. I’m sure you’re pretty hungry by now. Jungkook wants to meet you, too, so can you wake up and get up by seven?” As Ara talked soothingly, Nabi stirred and gradually opened her eyes. Ara opened the door a little wider to let the hallway light shine in, as Nabi had drawn her blackout drapes.

“Hello, Ara-unnie. I’m up now.” Nabi yawned and stretched, then slid off the bed.

“Did you have a good nap? I hope you’ll sleep tonight!” Ara stepped just outside the doorway so she wouldn’t stifle Nabi, who yawned again.

“Yes, I slept well, thank you.”

The two headed to the top of the stairs, where Jungkook awaited. 

“Nabi, this is my bodyguard and best friend, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook, this young lady is Kim Nabi.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Miss Nabi,” Jungkook’s bunny smile shone through as he grinned at the girl.

“Thank you. It’s nice to meet you as well, Jungkook-oppa.”

Jungkook grinned even wider at Ara. “I’m her oppa already!”

Ara punched his shoulder gently. “Don’t let it go to your head; I told her she could call us that.”

The foyer door opened, signalling Jimin’s return home. He headed to the powder room to wash up, then joined the little group in the living room, brushing a kiss to Ara’s cheek on his way in.

Jungkook pretended to gag, wincing as Ara pinched his arm.

Nabi was quiet during dinner, her gaze bouncing between the three adults talking and laughing around her but not volunteering much. They drew her in when they could, but weren’t surprised that she didn’t immediately become a chatterbox. She’d been through a lot and was probably still deciding how much she could trust them. 

Ara did manage to get her to commit to going clothes shopping the next day, but that was it.

A large yawn cracked Nabi’s face as Jimin asked Jungkook to see him in his office after supper, so Ara said goodnight to the men and followed Nabi upstairs, just in case she forgot where something was or needed help.

Two nights later, Jimin was back at Vixen’s HQ, meeting with the woman herself. He’d showed up unexpectedly, interrupting her spar with Hyunjin, so she wasn’t in full Vixen gear like all the previous times he’d met her.

She’d donned the mask, but her hair was free, a neat brown-black braid falling down her back, a few wisps curled to her sweaty face and neck. 

“If you tell anyone you’ve seen more of me than my lieutenants, I’m sorry, but I’ll have to break our agreement,” she waved a finger at him.

“I won’t,” promised Jimin. More of her meant arms and feet, since she was only in a black tank top and workout leggings, her jacket having been tossed aside as she heated up.

Jimin noted interestedly that the gold eyes and red mouth was an indispensable part of Vixen’s persona, as they were still visible.

(As two of her most notable character marks, Ara made sure the lipstick and contacts were first in and last out when she switched between Ara and Vixen. He’d just proved her point—though he didn’t know it—that you should always be prepared for the unexpected; you never know when someone would drop in, either ally or foe.)

“So, you took care of the three men?” she asked.

Jimin nodded. “JK and I made sure they won’t be trafficking in the future…or committing any other crimes.”

She nodded approvingly. “Good.”

The tones of Vixen’s cell phone rang and she bent over, fishing the phone out of her pocket. Answering it, she turned around but didn’t move away; Jimin eavesdropped as best he could. “Vixen.”

There was a pause as her contact spoke.

“What? Stall him! Flag him down and tell him I have a visitor! Engage blade if necessary.” With an aggravated sigh, Vixen ended the call and pinched her nose, muttering something about stupid training, then turned with a smile that was clearly false.

“I’m going to need a minute, would you mind waiting in another room?”

Jimin complied, following her to a small room that reminded him of a cabin. She pointed to the twin bed and shut the door behind her. Jimin didn’t feel like a captive since there was a window large enough for him to crawl through, and there didn’t appear to be any bars or lasers to stop him from doing so if he wished. But he didn’t wish to; he was here for a reason, afterall.

Footsteps echoed in the hallway as someone came jogging up to Vixen. The tread was heavy, likely male, and the visitor greeted her in a male’s voice.

“Hey Vix, I found out where he keeps the goods- why are you frown- ouch! VIX-mmph!”

That male voice sounded awfully familiar. Jimin frowned.

“Shh! I’m gagging you because he’s. next. door!” hissed Vixen harshly. “If you’d checked outside before you snuck in, you'd have seen his car!”

Jimin strained his ears as the whispers softened and moved down the hallway. However, he’d managed to drop a bug on Vixen’s back as he followed her, so he pulled out his receiver and shamelessly eavesdropped.

“I came over the roofs tonight so I didn’t see. I’m sorry, VIx, that was careless; I should’ve known better. I’ll check 360 degrees next time, yakseokhae.”

That was definitely JK.

“Good. Yeesh, oppa, you almost gave everything away! I had Han ready to rush you with his knife to slow you down!”

Oppa?! Why was Vixen so close to JK?

“Sorry, Vixen. But I found out where he keeps the goods, and I’m getting mine tomorrow, so I need to make sure the others won’t be visible when it’s done.”

…the blacklight tattoos each member got when they were inducted into Bangtan? He’d thought JK was a reliable asset to Bangtan, so he’d invited him to get it. JK was obviously Vixen’s spy in Bangtan, but why?…most of JK’s time was spent on his bodyguarding duties with Ara.

Unless…Vixen was going to take out Ara to hit Bangtan and Grey? But both of them were allied with her, that didn’t make sense. And he knew JK would never hurt or let anyone or anything hurt Ara.

Clearly, more investigation was required.

“When are you going to tell him, anyways, Vix? Hasn’t it been long enough for you to trust him?”

Vixen sighed. “It’s a big secret–half my life. It takes time to open up.”

“I understand. I’ll be there when you’re ready. I’ll leave now…”

Jimin heard JK discover the bug when he hugged Vixen goodbye. 

There was a pause, crackling as the bug was moved, then a dramatic inhale.

“Vix, what’s this?”

“That’s not one of ours…that’s Jimin’s. I thought I felt his fingers on my back, but I didn’t have time to check.” Vixen cursed, and then all that Jimin heard was static as JK crushed the bug under his boot.

The door swung open, JK standing protectively beside Vixen, who crossed her arms and stared at Jimin.

“Fine. You discovered it. Jungkook is my spy in Bangtan. He helped me start Stray Kids, and he’s an honorary member, since he’s technically affiliated with Gray. I’m not plotting anything against you. Happy?” “Why do you care about Bangtan’s tattoos?” Jimin stared back at her.

“Because Stray Kids have blacklight tattoos too, and I didn’t want to out JK’s and my relationship because you picked a spot close to his previous tattoo to add yours. It’s moot now, I guess.”

“Relationship?” He glanced between the two.

“We’re just friends,” they said in unison, then looked at each other. “What he/she said.”

Jimin sighed. Sure. Just friends. Whatever you say.

“Okay, prove it. Do you have a blacklight around?”

Hyunjin entered with the light and JK unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it off one shoulder. The Stray Kids symbol glowed blue at the joining of his neck and shoulder. Along his left arm were eight small bands of moon phases, as well.

Vixen held the blacklight to her shoulder, and the vivid blue symbol appeared on the front of her left shoulder, slightly larger and thicker than JK’s. “Happy?”

“Alright, I believe you.” Jimin took the light from her and waved it over his left collarbone, showing Bangtan’s symbol in glowing purple-blue. “You can choose where you put it, but somewhere that allows for easy access is a good choice for easy ID,” he told JK before turning to Vixen. “Bangtan’s tattoos are secret for a reason.”

She nodded companionably. “Same with Stray Kids, hence, blacklight. JK and I won’t say anything.”

JK nodded as Jimin looked at him. “ I won’t say a word, boss.”

“You’re affiliated with three families, JK. Which one are you most loyal to?”

JK swallowed, his big eyes a bit rounder than normal at Jimin’s subtly threatening tone. 

“Yeah, JK, tell me who you’re loyal to,” Vixen buffed her nails against her shirt as she leaned against the doorway, the very picture of nonchalance.

“...I am equally loyal to them. My primary loyalty is to your wife.”

After several tense seconds, Jimin smiled approvingly and patted his shoulder. “Good.”

Vixen nodded at him for his diplomatic answer, then left to continue her spar with Hyunjin.

Jimin and Jungkook rejoined, watching the spar just as VIxen put Hyunjin in an armlock. He tapped out and Jungkook danced into the ring. “Still mad at me for my slip up, Vix?”

“No, we’re good. Foxtrot spar?” She added one of her many code words with him, requesting the use of martial arts plus blades.

Jungkook nodded, and the spar began.

Jimin leaned forward, closely following the pair’s movements. Their sheer grace and long practice of martial arts gave them the facade of a deadly dance, clearly used to practicing together.

Silver flashes gleamed as their knives slashed and parried, tucked away the next second for strikes and kicks.

Finally, JK saw an opening as Vixen slowed from fatigue, her previous spar with Hyunjin lowering her endurance. Caught in a chokehold, Vixen tapped out.

Bowing, the pair ended the spar. Jimin clapped, impressed. “You both fight very well.”

“Thank you,” they said in unison, leaning down to grab a water bottle, opening it, and chugging at the same time.

Jimin rolled his eyes. Totally “just friends”.

Two weeks later, two days before the beginning of the trials, Ara took Nabi to the mall to take her mind off the upcoming event. Nabi now had a varied wardrobe, but Ara was looking for formal dresses for them for a future party..

Nabi had settled in surprisingly quickly, becoming more talkative and outgoing as the days passed, though she was still a quiet child.

She had only been on the street a week since her mom died when she was kidnapped. No one knew who or where her dad was.

Ara had contacted a counsellor for Nabi to see when she was ready to talk about it, and she and Jimin had agreed they’d love to foster with intent to adopt. When Nabi was ready, they’d talk about it. So far, she seemed to love the house, and she often followed Jungkook around like a duckling when he wasn’t with Ara.

Jungkook casually browsed through the men’s section of the formalwear store while he kept an eye on other customers. Ara took Nabi to the womens’ changerooms to try on a couple dresses each. Stepping into the room beside Nabi’s, she froze at the reflection of the man in the mirror with the gun painted at her.

“Follow me quietly and you and the kid won’t get hurt,” he growled.

Tentatively, Ara turned around, hoping Nabi would stay in her changeroom.

Alas, that was not to be, as Nabi stepped out. “Unnie, my zipp-” she stared at the man and Ara calmly, though her eyes were wide with shock. Slowly, she crept behind Ara, keeping an eye on the man.

“Come quietly and you’ll both be fine,” threatened the man. They headed out the back way to the van idling by the door. 

Getting in, Ara felt the dull throb of a needle prick as everything faded to black.

~~~

Jungkook headed to the fitting rooms anxiously. Twelve minutes had passed with no sign of either Nabi or Ara. Normally, Ara asked for his opinion on formal fits; while he supposed she may have decided to ask Jimin’s opinion instead, he was still a little worried.

As soon as he saw the silver and jade hairpin Ara had worn that day on the ground, the needle pointing to the back exit, he knew something was up. Pulling out his phone, he began making calls.

~~~

Slowly blinking her heavy lids, Ara tried to focus her thoughts and make sense of everything. As she gradually became more clear-headed, her memories returned.

Pretending to still be unconscious, she strained her senses to check her surroundings.

So far, she could tell that she was likely in a warehouse (how original) in the industrial area by the Han River, with the smell of water and the faint industrial noises surrounding her.

Nabi was in the chair behind her, back-to-back, either still out or merely pretending, like herself.

Ara couldn’t sense any hostile presence around–evidently, they were still supposed to be under the drug’s influence for a while longer.

Carefully, she pressed her watch button in and twisted it, sending an emergency GPS ping to both Chan and Jin.

Clearly, the kidnappers didn’t expect much of a chaebol heiress; since she was untouched, her eight knives, two GPSs, and five impromptu weapons were still on her. Well, at least they were respectful. This meant she was likely not going to be harmed, at least at first, and they didn’t know she was Vixen. 

She could work with that.

“Nabi-ah, are you awake?” If she was, Ara would have to wait for her prince(s) in shining armour (unless the kidnappers tried something before then), but if Nabi was still out, Ara could fight her way out and then claim a rescue…

She felt Nabi’s hands brush hers, then– “I know you’re Vixen. Can you get us out of here before oppa comes?”

 How- how did this child– Jimin still didn’t know!

“I’ll try.” She wiggled a knife free and passed it through their bonds to Nabi. “Go for blood if you’re in trouble. Now is not the time for guilt or gentleness. Use your teeth and elbows if you have to. Aim for fleshy parts like eyes, groin, or disabling their arms and hands.”

“Got it,” Nabi whispered back. “You’re so cool, unnie.”

Ara smiled inwardly, then began tugging the knot of the rope around her hands loose.

Once she had undone the ropes, she slyly slid one of her knives from her thigh free, using it to cut Nabi loose. “Sit tight unless you’re attacked, okay? On three, I’m going to get our captors’ attention. I already sent a distress signal, so Jimin and Jungkook will be here soon,” she added to reassure her foster daughter.

On three, she ripped the blindfold off and stood up, sliding the knives tucked into her heels out and kicking them off, choosing to fight barefoot.

A quick slash up the side seam of her skirt, and she was ready to fight.

The kidnappers had noticed that she was awake, and five men dressed in black ran into the room. 

Good, no guns, yet. The illegal weapons left traces very difficult to clean up and explain away.

Silently she charged the row of three, using the first’s momentum to tumble the second and third like dominoes.

While they were still reeling, Ara began slicing at the fourth and fifth, incapacitating them by aiming for their thighs and shoulders.

One, Two, and Three regained their balance, and Ara hurled one of her blades into Two’s shoulder as she danced around Three, hitting pressure points to take him out.

On her way to One, she yanked the knife out of Two’s shoulder, jabbing it at his waist and thigh.

One appeared to be better trained than the others as he aimed for a pressure point on Ara’s neck. Unluckily for him, she grabbed his wrist, forced him to his knees, and kicked him in the groin.

Spinning back to Two, she hit his neck to temporarily paralyse him, watching him slump before repeating the motion on One.

Sighing, she brushed her hair out of her face, wishing she hadn’t dropped her hairpin at the store as a clue for Jungkook. He’d have found her soon enough through the CCTVs, and she could see better without her hair flying around if she’d kept it.

A second batch of five emerged from the hallway she assumed led to the boss’s control room, but this time the group was armed and better prepared.

Ara supposed the first group were the disposable, bottom-tier underlings who underestimated her.

Dropping into a crouch, she grinned ferally. Worked every time.

Two and Three charged her at the same time, so she simply crouched there, then uncoiled at the last second. Using Two’s knee as a springboard, she wrapped her legs around Three’s neck, sending Two sprawling and choking Three out.

On her way to meet One, Four, and Five, she gifted Two a knife to the thigh, dangerously close to the femoral artery. Oops.

Just before she hit One and Four, she dropped to her knees and slid by, taking their legs out. Rather badass a move of her, if she thought so herself.

Five grabbed her by the hair���rude, but smart— thankfully, it was long enough she could twist to face him and swipe at his knees, then grab his wrist and twist him around.

He released her hair, and she swiftly knocked him out, then headed back to the still-conscious Two, Four, and One.

A quick insurance stab to their dominant arms, and all ten opponents were incapacitated, if not unconscious.

Ara spun to the door, dropping into a defensive stance and re-gripping her blades tightly, only to relax in relief when IN and Felix showed up. 

“Oh, good, you’re the first ones here. Nabi knows– I’ll figure out how later– but as of right now, Jimin doesn’t know, so you two took out those assailants, okay? I watched you rescue me when I woke up halfway through the fight,” Ara quickly aligned their cover stories.

Clearly, she should tell Jimin about her…nightly business ventures, but now would not be the time.

“Yes, ma’am,” Vixen’s bodyguards saluted, then began dragging the kidnappers into a row and tying them up.

Ara reclaimed her knife from Nabi and sat back in her chair, holding hands with the girl.

“Jimin-ssi should be here very soon and we can go home, okay? You were so brave; I’m proud of you. It’s okay now, so I understand if you’re a little scared or overwhelmed. Do you want to talk about it?”

Nabi shook her head. “I wasn’t scared; I knew you’d keep us safe, and Jimin-oppa and Jungkook-oppa would come for us.”

‘’How did you know I’m Vixen, Nabi-ah? And I gather you figured Jimin and Jungkook out too.”

Nabi grinned, turning in her chair to face Ara. “Jimin-oppa doesn’t wear a mask. I recognized him from the night when you all rescued us. That pink hair is kind of distinctive. I thought Jungkook-oppa worked for Vixen, but then I saw him with Jimin at the police station. I didn’t know till you woke me up for supper the first night; the way you talked to me and approached me was just like Vixen. And then I saw you with Jungkook-oppa and you were close to him like Vixen was.”

“Is that why you were watching us all so closely?” Ara had a revelation. “I just thought you didn’t trust us yet.”

Nabi nodded proudly. “I was trying to figure out who knew what about who.”

Ara smiled at Nabi and smoothed her hair down. “You are a very clever girl– you’re the first person to figure out that Shin Ara and Vixen are the same person. Everyone else who knows, I told. Have you figured out what everybody knows by now?”

“I think so…you and Jungkook-oppa know each other and Jimin-ssi, and he knows Jungkook-oppa but not you?”

Ara nodded, “Good job, Nabi-ah. Jimin’s family and mine are allies, and Jungkook works for both of them, Gray and Bangtan. He also works for my –Vixen’s– family, Stray Kids. Jimin-ssi and my appa both do not know about me being Vixen, but I think I should tell them now, don’t you?”

Nabi nodded. “Secrets should be kept few and far between.”

“Wise wor-”

Their talk was interrupted by a group of armed men bursting in, guns in hand.

Ara and Nabi blinked back at Jimin’s wide gaze. “You’re safe!”

He holstered his gun and anxiously looked them over. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked, pulling Ara into a hug, then Nabi. “What happened?”

“We’re fine, Jimin. Nabi is probably a bit more anxious than she lets on, but we’re fine,” Ara ran her hand down his chest soothingly, feeling the rapid thumping of his heartbeat.

Jimin pulled back to examine Ara's face. “Why is there blood on you?”

“Oh, it's not mine, it’s…theirs…” Ara waved at the neat row of captives guarded by Felix and IN. “They took those guys out and rescued Nabi and me. Jungkook called them, saying we were in trouble.”

Ara had to have some last fun as Vixen, before she unmasked. Unable to resist, she asked in a loud whisper, “Why are there so many of you and why did you have a gun?!”

Jungkook coughed loudly to cover his laughter at Ara’s acting. Felix and IN exchanged grins, turning their backs to ‘guard the prisoners’.

The rest of Jimin’s squad of six looked awkwardly around, invested in the drama and wondering how their boss was going to get out of this jam.

Panic flashed through Jimin’s eyes. “Uh…why don’t we get you home and have a doctor look at you, jagiya. You must have been so scared, Nabi-ah. Let’s go home, hm? I think Mrs Lee was stress-baking up a storm.”

Jungkook slipped out to start the car and told Jimin quietly, but loud enough for Ara to get the message, “I called Dr. Hyunjin– he’ll understand. I have Lady’s men ready to help; I called her guys after you and Jin-hyung.”

“Thanks, JK.” Jimin escorted his girls to the car, leaving Jungkook to drive home while he fussed over them in the backseat.

Ara waited till Nabi showered and Hyunjin okayed her to do anything, much to her husband’s chagrin.

Nabi went straight to bed, and Hyunjin told Ara and Jimin that she was healthy, with no side effects from the drug used to knock them out, and was only stressed, though less so than he’d expected.

Ara was touched by Nabi’s faith in her and her guys. 

Hyunjin said good night and all the attention was on Ara. She willingly took a shower, conceding to that after adamantly refusing Hyunjin’s checkup.

Finally, so Jimin would stop worrying, she agreed to give him five minutes to reassure himself that she was indeed feeling 100%.

Ara perched on the counter in her ensuite, her towel wrapped around her neatly and another on her head to keep her hair from dripping in her face.

Cupping Jimin’s face in her hands, she looked him in the eyes.

“I’m sorry for worrying you, yeobo.”

“It’s not your fault, jagi,” Jimin protested immediately.

“Not the kidnapping, no, but the worrying, yes. There’s something I need to tell you. Please don’t freak out, okay?”

Jimin nodded warily, his eyes full of questions.

Ara grimaced, then said. “I know you’re Park Jimin, Head of the Bangtan mafia.”

His face jerked out of her hands. “What? No, I’m not– where did you–”

“Sh, I know, Jimin.” She cupped his face again. “I know Appa is Shin Jungok, head of the Gray mafia. I know my oppas work for you and him as mafiosos. I know your friends aren’t just your friends, they’re also mafia. I know my friend Minho is mafia. The reason I know all this is because…I’m mafia. I’m Lady Vixen.”

Jimin pulled his face away again to stare at her, his jaw slack and his eyes wide.

“I know I was never supposed to know who you all are, but I have since I was twelve. I started planning Vixen then; Kookie helped me. When I was seventeen and Kook was my full-time bodyguard and we could sneak around, I became Vixen.”

“I…don’t believe you.”

Ara hopped off the counter and exited the bathroom, heading for her closet. She changed into jeans and a blouse, then slid her shoes on. “Follow me if you dare.”

Jimin took her hand, confused and curious, as Ara led him to Jungkook’s bike in the garage.

They hopped on, Ara revved, and they sped off, Ara making evasive manoeuvres and pulling over randomly to ensure no one would follow them.

Ara casually strolled up to Vixen’s HQ, D9, and entered her fingerprint, eight-digit code, and eye scan after a moment’s pause.

She headed straight to the back, to Vixen’s room, waving briskly at the sparring members of her mafia gathered in the main room, and pressed on a panel in the wall.

The panel popped out and Ara reached in, removed a small package, and slipped her contacts and fangs in. A small tube of lipstick sat on a shelf, and Ara carefully applied a coat. The mask went on, the jacket was zipped up, and her boots laced up.

Dumbfounded, Jimin watched as his wife did a slow twirl in front of him, a smug smirk on her face. The entire transformation took five minutes.

“You’re really Vixen.”

“Yup.”

Hyunjin popped in with the blacklight again and Ara confirmed her SKZ tattoo on her shoulder. “Thanks, Jinnie. Can you ask the others to come see me in a minute, please?”

In the minute they were left alone, Ara sat behind her desk and kicked out a chair for Jimin to sink into. “I’m sorry I didn’t let you know sooner–for worrying you without reason. I was actually the one who knocked out the guys; Innie and Lix got there after. That’s why I was bloody.”

Hyunjin reentered with IN and Felix, handing Jimin a bundle.

He unwrapped it to discover six knives and two stilettos, which caused him to turn to Ara in confusion.

She smirked. “I never go out unarmed. I also have a GPS in each watch and a few of my larger jewellery pieces. I could also have utilized the belt on my skirt and my necklace as weapons, if I so wish. Unfortunately, I had to leave my hairpin behind, but I often wear my hair up in pins because they double as an excellent weapon in a pinch…especially if they’re modified. All this is to say, I’m sorry for worrying you earlier, and I can take care of myself, so please don’t worry if something like this happens again.”

Jimin stared at her, taking in this whole other side of his wife he’d overlooked before. “Wow, you really are a vixen.”

She tossed him a wink, a proper one, as Seungmin, Minho, Chan, Changbin, and Jisung entered. 

“Sup, Vix? Oh…”

“Yep, I told him. Thought he might like to know some of my most trusted men, so he can reassure himself about everything.”

Once her men gave a succinct explanation of their path to Stray Kids and left, the couple were left alone, silence blanketing Vixen’s office.

Jimin leaned back in his chair, exhaling slowly. “You’re really something, jagiya.”

The faint sound of people sparring elsewhere in the building filtered through the air while he collected his thoughts.

“I want to be angry that you hid all this from me, but I can’t really without being a hypocrite. Thank you for telling me now.”

Ara sighed in relief. “Thank you for accepting this part of me. Shall we agree to keep no more secrets?”

The two shook hands solemnly. “No more secrets.”

“Oh, by the way…Nabi figured you out the first night she stayed with us because you don’t wear a mask, and also because of your pink hair. She found me out because Vixen and Ara approached her the same way.”

Jimin sputtered and Ara giggled.

“We have a future menace to society and the underworld on our hands.”

Park Jimin and Shin Ara exited the courthouse, their bodyguards shielding them and their new daughter from the paparazzi.

Once the trial was over and the traffickers harshly sentenced, Nabi relaxed more and was able to enjoy life.

She’d readily agreed to Jimin and Ara’s proposal and was delighted to become a Park.

Secretly, she was dying to know which Family she’d join when she grew up, but wisely didn’t say anything about it.

Now, the papers were signed, sealed, and filed, and Kim Nabi was officially Park Nabi.

In honour of the occasion, Bangtan and Stray Kids had collaborated again to open Black Swan, a restaurant that would be Nabi’s future, if she so desired.

Bangtan and Gray had also collaborated to open Blue and Grey, the last bar in the Blue string owned by Jungok.

He’d been thoroughly shocked to find out his little girl had known for a long time about his secondary business, and how she had twisted his most trusted men around her little pinky (Jin and Namjoon had been glared at for weeks after Ara spilled the beans), but he was proud of her ambition and success, even though he wished she had stayed on the legal side of things.

~~~

Jimin crawled into bed beside Ara and flipped off the light, turning to pull her to him.

“How is everything going? You’ve been pretty busy lately,” she murmured, cuddling into his body heat.

“It’s calming down now, thankfully. The worst part is seeing you less.”

“Flatterer,” she said, but Jimin heard the smile in her voice. “I miss you too, when you’re busy like this.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head, enjoying her angelic appearance as the moonlight fell across her face. They lay there, cuddling in silence for a while, until a thought struck Jimin. He’d been getting used to talking to Ara about his mafia issues, knowing that she’d understand him better now.

“Yoongi is looking for a wife.”

“Oh?” Sheets rustled as Ara pulled away a bit, turning to look at him.

“Yeah, for some reason he wants a wife who’s not in a gang. You know anyone?”

Ara made a noise of surprise. “Really? Hm…I might! You know how I’m allying with that gang, Seventeen, temporarily? I might find a way. I’ll look into it.”

TO BE CONTINUED…in Godmother: Tigress

A/N: Thank you all so much for reading my story! I hope you have a beautiful life<3

Some fun notes about the universe, if you're interested:

-> 22924514 = Vixen in Alpha-numeric code. It's Vixen's code for D9. D9 is a STAY easter egg.

-> Jimin and Jungkook were both part of the same trafficking/rescue situation. They weren’t together, though, and their memories are fuzzy and black out from that time. Eventually, they realise they have a connection and bond over it.

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During The Rainstorm - Chapter Three

↳ Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Yoon Seol (OC)

↳ Genre: Romance, comedy, smut (eventual), slow burn, enemies (idiots) to lovers, non!idol au, angst

↳ Series warnings: See Chapter One

↳ Chapter Warnings: Seol has a panic attack :(, terrible ending, language, other than that it's pretty tame. I guess terrible poetry should be a warning too lol

↳ Read on my A03: Here

↳ Masterlist & Summery: Here

↳ Notes: This is a repost of this series and I think a re-upload of the first chapter. I also am taking the liberty of making a name change of one of the characters. Woojin and Minho are switching names/characters. Also, before the Tag Police come for me, this story is going to be both smutty and angsty so my tags are appropriate.

<- Chapter Two - Chapter Four ->

SEOL TRIED TO listen to Minho’s uncle as he rambled on and on about the order of the wedding ceremony.  Dayeon and Minho listened intently, but waves crashed in Seol’s ears rendering her deaf.  His sharp gaze burned holes into her back and Seol cursed the world for being so damn small.  Of all places, of all people, of all friends, how did Hwang Hyunjin end up here at this wedding as one of Minho’s friends?  

The weekend they spent together was a whirlwind of emotions and Seol bared her soul to him with the understanding that she’d likely never see him again.  It wasn’t that she didn’t like him.  In fact, it had been quite the opposite.  Seol thought that she might have liked him too much.  As the weekend progressed, things between them began to feel too easy and comfortable.  After the ordeal she’d just had, however, the idea of going through something like that again scared her more than the idea of a future with Hyunjin.  After six whole months of easily and successfully avoiding him, how had he shown up here?  Of all places, Hwang Hyunjin had to be here.  

Minho’s uncle explained that Seol would be sitting off to the side but would have a place at a front table to retreat to after her poem.  Seol nodded and headed to the chair obediently to wait her turn.  Dayeon and Minho set off down the aisle to wait for their cue to walk back down.  Apparently, this was not Minho's uncle’s first wedding so he knew exactly how things should pan out.  Despite being a judge who spent most of his time in the courtroom, Judge Kim had a romantic side and performed many of the weddings in his family.  Dayeon explained earlier that, even though this was common for him, he cried when Minho asked him to do their wedding.  Judge Kim found his spot at the speaker's podium set up to the left of the altar for this purpose and spoke into the microphone.  His commanding voice echoed in the large room as he read off his opening remarks. 

Seol stared at Judge Kim, willing her brain to pay even the slightest bit of attention.  She couldn’t hear a word he said, despite his voice being the loudest in the room.  Minho made his way back down the aisle first and his friends cheered him on, despite it being only the practice.  Seol didn’t look to see if Hyunjin joined in with the cheers.  She wondered if the weight on her shoulders was due to the gaze he held her in.  Next, Dayeon made her way down the aisle and Seol tried to smile as she watched her cousin practically glow with happiness.  Against her will, tears pricked at Seol’s eyes and she had a feeling that she’d be crying tomorrow during the ceremony proper.  Something about weddings always made her cry, but now to be part of one was an honor in of itself. 

Judge Kim rambled off of his notes for a few minutes, going over a short version of the ceremony.   He paraphrased some of the things he planned to say at the actual ceremony, before placing the attention on Seol.  He explained that Dayeon’s cousin wrote for a living and that she agreed to let her first public event be the wedding of her best friend, reading one of Dayeon’s favorite poems from the last collection.  Nausea bubbled up in Seol’s throat when Judge Kim invited her to the podium.  She gripped the hem of her skirt as she rose to her feet and made her way to the podium.  Judge Kim stepped aside and gestured for Seol to take his spot.  Seol cleared her throat and stepped up to the microphone. 

“Hi, my name is Yoon Seol and I am Dayeon’s cousin.”  Seol began, trying desperately to remember what she wrote on the page she had pressed between the pages of her book.  “I can’t remember everything I was going to say, so I guess we can just pretend that I read the poem and move on?”

“Are you sure?”  Judge Kim offered her a kind smile.  Seol’s hands shook and she gripped the podium for dear life.  Her face flushed red but her body shivered with cold.  

Looking over the large room filled with seats was even more daunting from this angle.  When her voice boomed through the room, all of Seol’s muscles tensed.  Her knuckles slowly began turning snow white from her grip on the podium.  Her breathing shook and she wasn’t confident in her ability to say anything coherently.  Slowly, she nodded and Judge Kim gestured for her to go sit back down.  Seol whirled around and headed back towards her chair.  Her footsteps echoed through the room and she winced at the noise, wishing more than anything that she would simply cease to exist.  Her hand reached up to wipe the back of her neck, finding it damp with sweat and she winced.  

Judge Kim continued with the ceremony and Dayeon and Minho listened intently.  Dayeon shot a worried glance at Seol but had to focus on the task at hand.  Seol reached for her bag and dug around in it desperately.  Her throat began to close and she couldn’t remember how to breathe.  She took heaving breaths as her fingers fumbled for the small pill bottle that rattled around in her purse.  Despite her bag being relatively small, it somehow evaded her well.  Seol glanced around her on either side of the chair, wincing when she found no water.  The closest glass would be on the table with the girls, but she had neither the desire or the strength to cross the stage to reach it.  

Finally, Seol’s fingers grasped the small pill bottle and she made quick work of getting it open and pouring one into her hand.  She sucked on her teeth to allow her saliva to pool on her tongue, a poor substitute for water.  Once she was confident she had enough where the small rectangular pill wouldn’t get stuck in her throat, she tossed her head back and dropped the pill onto her tongue.  The dry edges scraped her throat as she swallowed and she winced.  Seol cursed under her breath, wishing that she hadn’t needed to take her panic medicine and she wondered if she would need to take some before the ceremony tomorrow.   

Seol closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths, just like her therapist told her to do when it got bad.  Her hands clenched into fists and tried to think of anything else except for the massive room that would be filled with friends and family in less than twenty four hours.  There was a reason why Seol didn’t do public events.  She thought that, for Dayeons sake, she could power through it and get through one measly reading.  However, the more she thought about it the less sure she became.  Slowly, she lifted her hands to cover her ears, the only way she knew how to fight the oncoming attack. 

The lightning flashed and the thunder crashed and Seol leapt up from her place on the floor to retreat.  Her heart hammered in her chest, drowning out the outside world as she retreated into the bathroom.  Hyunjin called after her, but she couldn’t hear him.  Seol swung the door shut, but the latch didn’t click behind her.  She fell to the floor and leaned against the edge of the tub.  She dropped her head into her hands as her body shook uncontrollably. 

Panic rose in her throat when another crash of thunder rolled through the building and she let out a choked sob.  She couldn’t help the fear that bubbled up within her at the thought of lightning or the loud crack of thunder.  Seol wished she could attribute her fear to childhood trauma, or a single event that messed everything up but she couldn’t.  Despite knowing that her fear was irrational, it didn’t make it any better.  She could hear Hyunjin’s voice calling for her outside the door but she couldn’t understand what he was saying.  

Another roll of thunder shook the building and Seol let out a pathetic yelp and hid her head between her knees.  At this, Hyunjin slowly pushed the door of the bathroom open and peered in experimentally.  When he saw her on the floor, he immediately hurried over and fell to his knees in front of her.  He reached out and ran his hands through her hair and gently patted her shoulder, trying to coax him to look at him.

“Seol-ah, are you okay?”  Hyunjin whispered.  Seol couldn’t say anything.  He hesitated for a moment before venturing forward with his assumption.  “Are you afraid of storms?”

“Yes.”  She squeaked.  “You must think I’m a child, being afraid of the weather.”

“No, not at all.”  Hyunjin’s warm voice filled her and his soft laugh made her finally look at him. 

Hyunjin smiled at her softly, laughter playing in his eyes.  Despite his smile, Seol knew he wasn’t laughing at her.  He caressed her softly, carefully moving her hair away from her face and cupping her cheeks softly as if to pull her back to the real world.  Her body shook beyond her control and he rubbed one of his hands up and down her back and along her arm.  

Another crash of thunder. 

Seol let out a sob against her will and dropped her head between her knees once more.  Hyunjin kept rubbing soothing circles into his skin, but his touch didn’t help her shivers and shakes when a flash of lightning outside made the lights flicker inside.  Hyunjin moved away from her suddenly and Seol gasped from the lack of his warm touch, immediately reaching for him as he moved away.  Her fingers grasped the sleeve of his white button down and he stopped moving immediately.  Hyunjin turned back to her with wide eyes before he relaxed back into his easy smile.  He reached out to gently caress her jaw.  He touched her like they’d known each other for years rather than just a few hours.  

“Don’t worry, I’m just closing the door so you don’t have to see the lightning.”  Hyunjin whispered.  At this, Seol released him.

Hyunjin leaned over and pushed the bathroom door shut, muffling the rumbling storm outside.  The hum of the rain softened and the crashing thunder quieted.  Hyunjin moved to kneel in front of her, sinking his knees into the plush bathroom rug.  He titled his head as he took in Seol’s trembling form.  It was as if she was trying to fold into herself and become as small as possible.  Seol’s hands sought him out once more, her fingers curling into the fabric covering his broad shoulders. 

“I-I’m sorry.  We were having such a good time and-”  Seol choked, squeezing her eyes shut when a particularly loud crack of thunder permeated the door. 

“It’s okay.  Hey, look at me.”  Hyunjin whispered.

Slowly, Seol looked up at him and let out a breathless sigh when she met his eyes.  His hands moved up until his palms covered her ears.  Instead of thunder, she suddenly heard the ocean crashing in her ears.  As blood pumped through his veins, it reminded her of the calm waves they’d seen just earlier that night.  Hyunjin’s elf-like features were morphed into a calm smile.  His eyes twinkled with stars, despite the harsh lighting in the bathroom.  His plush lips were tinted red from the strawberries they’d been eating and were switching between being pressed together and parted in a small ‘o’ as he blew out his lungful of air.  It took a moment for Seol to realize that he was breathing seven seconds in, holding for five seconds, and breathing out for eight seconds.  It took a little longer to realize that after a few rounds, she’d begun to follow him.

Her eyes took him in from his luscious eyebrows, to his sharp cheekbones, to his lips which she knew would taste like dessert.  Seol’s tongue darted out to wet her lips, surprising herself that even in the midst of a panic attack, she could only think about the beautiful man in front of her.  Every so often, the press of his hands on her ears tightened and she knew that meant that thunder crashed outside.  Despite knowing, her heart rate slowed and her breathing evened out.  Hyunjin watched her carefully as her body normalized.  He smiled softly and Seol didn’t have it in her to deny what her body suddenly wanted so desperately. 

Seol’s grip on him tightened.  His smile faltered, but he seemed to understand.  Seol pulled him half an inch closer, her eyes dropping from his eyes to his lips.  Hyunjin waited, hovering inches above her.  Seol waited for her confidence to grow. 

And grow it did. 

“Seol-ah!”  Dayeon grasped her cousin’s hands tightly, pulling them away from her ears and pulling Seol back into the present.  Seol’s heart hammered in her ears and her chest ached.  “Are you okay?”

“Here, drink this.”  Minho knelt before her with a glass of ice water in his hand.  Dayeon released one of Seol’s hands so she could grasp the cold glass.  Instantly, the cold snapped her from the warmth of the hotel bathroom floor to the wedding hall. 

“You scared me!  I’m sorry, I should have never asked this of you.”  Dayeon frowned, gripping her hand tighter.  “I know you hate public speaking.”

“No...”  Seol managed through her burning throat.  She paused to drink down the water, sighing as the frigid water soothed her hot skin.  “No, I agreed to this.  I want to do it.  I guess I didn’t realize how big the room would be.”

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.  We can always have my uncle read the poem instead.”  Minho assured her, taking the water glass when she was done with it.

“No, please.  I can do it.  I promise.”  Seol shook her head.  “God, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“It’s okay.  There wasn’t much left in the ceremony anyway.  I didn’t realize how bad you were until after the ring exchange.  Do you want to lay down?”  Dayeon offered. 

“No, I’ll be fine.  I swear, let’s just eat and get on with it, okay?”  

Dayeon and Minho exchanged a worried glance that didn’t go unnoticed by Seol, but she had her reasons.  If, perhaps, today wasn’t the eve of the most important day of Dayeon’s life, or if Hyunjin wasn’t sitting over at the table watching her then maybe Seol would go back up to her room and lay down.  However, Seol didn’t like that Hyunjin had witnessed not one but two panic attacks.  She didn’t want him to see her weak.  Not again.  

Seol slowly rose to her feet, trying to ignore her shaky knees.  Minho slowly rose to his feet with her, hands extended as if to catch her if she fell.  Seol, determined to not rely on anyone, took the water glass from him and asked where her seat was for brunch.  She pretended not to notice the two tables of the wedding party watching her as she crossed the stage towards them.  Seol didn’t think her attack was that intense and she hoped that it was the attention she was getting from the couple that brought the attention onto her.  The last thing she wanted was to be observed by another human, much less Hyunjin, but for one weekend she could suffer through it.  Dayeon caught up to Seol and linked their arms to walk to the table together.  Despite Seol’s outward declaration of independence, she was glad for the morsel of support.   

“You’re sure you’re okay?”  Dayeon whispered in Seol’s ear.

“Yes, I’m fine.  I promise.  I was going to try and do it tomorrow without my medicine, but I don’t think I’ll be able to.”  Seol admitted with a wince. 

“That’s okay.  I want you to be comfortable above all else.”  Dayeon smiled warmly.  “I really hope you like my friends.”

“I’m sure I will!”  Seol exclaimed.  “I mean, I already see Minju and we always got along in school.”

“I know, I know.  It just feels weird because several parts of my life are all combining and it feels weird, you know?  Hopefully you’ll combine with one of Minho’s friends.”  Dayeon wiggled her eyebrows suggestively and Seol lightly smacked her cousin’s arm. 

“Shut up.  I don’t think that will ever happen, especially not after that little display.”  Seol scoffed, the urge to look over at Hyunjin finally washing over her.  She couldn’t ignore him any longer.

Hyunjin, thankfully, wasn’t looking at her.  Instead, he talked and laughed with the other guys sitting around his table and Seol was grateful to see that his anger with her wasn’t obvious on his face.  His eyes, normally as dark as night, sparkled in the light from the chandeliers.  He had strong bone structure in his jaw and cheeks and Seol was certain that he could cut paper with the angles of his face.  When he smiled, his eyes creased into small crescent moons and his cheeks reminded her of a chipmunk.  His teeth were perfectly straight and blindingly white.  His laugh was clear as a bell and Seol didn’t know if she could keep her eyes off of him after this.  As he laughed, he ran a hand through his jet black hair that currently fell to about jaw length.

She remembered when she first saw it like this.  Seol told him just how much she liked it down and he’d laughed so beautifully and an endearing blush graced his skin.  She wished that he would smile at her like that again, but she wasn’t sure she deserved a second chance.  Seol could almost feel the ghost of his long slender fingers on her skin and in her hair as his other hand fumbled with the zipper of her dress.  

He must have sensed her gaze on him, because during a lull in the conversation, Hyunjin glanced up and locked eyes with her.  Instantly, the warmth in them froze over completely the moment he realized she was looking.  Seol swallowed thickly, watching the sweet man who she’d spent the warmest weekend of her life with turn into someone who wanted nothing to do with her.  She could only imagine what he thought of her.  

“Girls!”  Dayeon’s voice cut through Seol’s train of thought and forced her to turn her attention away from the beautiful man.  “Are you hungry?”

“Starving!”  One of them responded and the others murmured in agreement.

“Good, me too.  They’ll be bringing our plates out any second.  Seol-ah, sit next to me.”  Dayeon beamed brightly, gesturing to the two open seats together.  Seol sat obediently, setting her glass of water down and waiting. 

“Are you okay, Seol-ah?”  Minju, arguably Dayeon’s best friend all through college, leaned over the table to talk to her.  “Public speaking still makes you nervous, huh?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.  I’ve gotten a lot better since college, at least.”  Seol assured her.

“I’m so looking forward to the ceremony tomorrow!  It’s going to be so beautiful.”  Minju sighed dreamily.  

“Me too, I can’t wait.”  Seol tried to smile enthusiastically, but her heavy eyelids made it difficult to fake.  

Thankfully, the attention moved away from Seol and onto Dayeon.  The others fawned over the beautiful venue and their excitement for the ceremony.  Dayeon indulged them, just as excited about it.  She took it upon herself to introduce everyone to each other and Seol’s brain rejected the new information, still too tired from her anxiety attack.  With any luck, brunch would help her body remember to exist properly.  Seol couldn’t afford to be anxious any longer. 

Waiters dressed in proper uniforms made their way into the hall with plates of food in their hands and Seol’s stomach growled instinctively.  One by one, both tables were served a gorgeous plate of brunch.  Some people had salads or eggs and toast while others, like Seol, opted for a stack of pancakes.  After waking up early and being on a plane all morning, plus knowing that she had a long night ahead, Seol figured that some carbs would help her get through.  Most of the other girls went for the healthier options, seeing as they all had dresses to fit in the next night.  By that logic, so did Seol, but she had a feeling she wouldn’t be able to eat much between now and then anyway due to her nerves.  She had to take it where she could get it. 

Curious, Seol glanced over at the table where the boys sat to see if she could catch a glimpse of what Hyunjin was eating.  She recalled him liking pancakes just like her, which surprised her because his tall and lithe form gave her the impression that he drank kale smoothies for breakfast.  Not that it was particularly a bad thing, but the first morning they spent together he’d surprised her by offering to make breakfast.  They went grocery shopping and spent the morning in her hotel room cooking together and laughing about this and that.  Something about the way he’d looked at her, with warm affection in his eyes that she’d never seen from anyone else, scared the shit out of her.  Seol wanted to bask in that warm morning forever, but the sun rose higher into the sky and she’d made a decision that she regretted even now. 

Much to Seol’s dismay, the floral centerpiece hid Hyunjin’s plate.  Hyunjin, on the other hand, was not so obstructed.  His plump lips were curved into a smile as he listened to the conversation at his table.  Once the others all had their plates, he pulled a white hair tie from his wrist.  Seol’s mouth watered when Hyunjin ran his  long, slender fingers through his black locks to secure them in a small ponytail so it wouldn’t get in the way as he ate.  If Seol imagined it hard enough, she could remember how he ran them through her hair.  

“First,

They catch me as I tumble from grace.  They hold my body close to his and protect me from the cold.  The harsh outside world has no place between us.  Not when his hands hold me so warmly.

Second,

They caress my frigid skin when he pushes my hair behind my ear.  The places where they touch  lights my skin on fire and make my skin forget the ice.  His fingers linger there on my cheek a second too long”

Seol recalled the verses she’d written about his hands.  Like most poetry she wrote about Hyunjin, she’d written them in bed with tears staining her face and the page.  When she’d attempted to translate the words on the paper into her document, the words were so smudged by teats she almost couldn’t read it.  The one about his hands ended up being an embarrassing eight stanzas long, but it was nothing compared to the ode she wrote to him next.  

Before she could linger on it, the girls at the table struck up a conversation.  Seol’s ears perked up when Dayeon mentioned her name and before she knew it, the girls were staring at her with polite smiles.  She glanced at Dayeon waiting for a clue but nothing came for a few long seconds.  It took her cousin a moment to get it, but Dayeon quickly caught on. 

“Seol-ah, what do you do for a living?”  Dayeon spoke slowly. 

“Ah...”  Seol cleared her throat,  “I write for a living.  I'm actually a poet, but I’m trying to write a novel.”

“Oh, interesting!  I tried to be a writer in school, but I never had a way with words.”  One of Dayeon’s friends spoke up.  Seol glanced at her cousin who mouthed the person’s name. 

“What did you end up doing instead, Sana-ssi?”  Seol responded casually as she started to cut into her pancakes.  

“I went into nursing.  I’ve been thinking about going back to medical school to become a doctor, but I have no idea what I’d specialize in.”  Sana twirled her fork around in her salad, simultaneously twirling a strand of her dyed silver hair around her finger. 

“My brother is in medical school right now!”  Minju spoke up.  “He’s studying to be... oh I forget the fancy name for it, but he’s going to be a lung doctor.  Apparently there’s a lot to know about the lungs.”

“Yeah we spent like a month on them in nursing school.  If anything, I’d want to go into neurology or something but I haven’t made up my mind yet.”  Sana shrugged.  “Oh yeah, Yeji-yah, did you ever go through with your master’s degree?  I know you wanted one in undergrad.”

“I did!  It took a few years though, but I had to take a year off when my dad got sick.”  Yeji, another friend that Seol vaguely remembered Dayeon talking about a lot, responded.  “I got it in robotics engineering and now I work at Samsung doing product testing.  It’s pretty nice.”

“You guys are all doing so well!”  Dayeon exclaimed.  “I’m so happy to see you all successful.”

“I love my job and all but I wish I was marrying Prince Charming.”  Sana giggled and the other girls agreed hurriedly.  

“Come on, Jaebeom isn’t that bad!”  

“Oh please, we broke up months ago!  He was getting uncomfortably clingy.  I’ve been riding the single train since last summer and, let me tell you, I’ve never been happier to be single.  Minho’s friends are all gorgeous.  Did he make friends with a bunch of models in college?”  Sana glanced over at the table of guys who were laughing and eating without a care in the world.

“Seriously, they’re all hot.”  Minju agreed.  “Who are all of his friends?”

“Hm, it looks like...”  Dayeon peered over at the table, “Changbin, Seungmin, Chan, and Hyunjin.  He’s got a couple more friends coming in tomorrow.”

“Damn... Do you know Seungmin’s type?”  Yeji asked offhandedly.

“Yeji-yah, aren’t you still with Jaehyung?”  

“Yeah, but I think he’s sleeping with his secretary.  Besides, I’m allowed to look if he isn’t here.”

“Dayeon-ah, you have to introduce me to whoever’s got his hair up.”  Sana’s voice dropped into a sultry tone and Seol swallowed thickly, following the other girl’s gaze to where Hyunjin sat. 

“Ah, Hyunjin?”  Dayeon mused,  “He is hot but...”

“But?  Does he have something wrong with him?”

“Kind of?  I don’t know the full details or anything, but he doesn’t really date.”  

“He doesn’t?  God, he’s gorgeous.  The world would be sad if he didn’t procreate.”  Sana sighed wistfully, glancing at him once more before turning back to her food.  Seol’s face flushed a deep red and she tried to hide it by taking a long drink of water. 

He certainly likes to try. 

“Girl, don’t I know it.”  Dayeon giggled.  “But a few months ago he told Minho that he wasn’t sure he had it in him to date anymore.”

“Maybe he’s just taking a break.  There’s no shame in that.”  Yeji suggested, but Dayeon shook her head at the suggestion. 

“That’s part of it, but I could tell there was more to it.  I think... he wants someone unattainable, so he’s hiding in his shell like a turtle so he doesn’t get hurt.  Minho has tried to set him up a couple of times, but nothing ever took.  Hyunjin has been particularly resistant in the last few months.”

“It’s nice of Minho to try and help him!  Maybe I should ask him to help me find someone.”  Sana mused.  “It’s a shame we can’t just clone Minho so we can each get one for ourselves.”

“Please, they’d all just be obsessed with Dayeon!”  Minju laughed and Seol let out an unflattering snort as she tried to suppress her laughter.  “And I mean, who can blame him?”

“Oh, you spoil me!”  Dayeon lightly slapped Minju’s shoulder across the table before turning to Seol and wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.  “What do you think?  Do you think any of Minho’s friend are cute?”   

“Uh...”  Seol glanced over at the table, her eyes really only focusing on Hyunjin and no one else in the group.  She could barely see past him.  “No... Not really?  I mean, they’re cute but no one... ahem... stands out.”

“You seriously don’t like any of them?” 

“I don’t know, you know I prefer talking to people before I judge them on their looks.”  Seol knew she sounded boring, but with Hyunjin sitting only a few feet away, she could barely imagine seeing anyone else. 

The time she’d spent with Hyunjin, all in all, had been brief.  No more than a couple of days.  However, it was enough to make her see the world just a little differently.  Seol initially worried that her relations with Hyunjin were a mere rebound from her ex-boyfriend.  Her ex, Woojin, screwed her over and Hyunjin helped her to see the light when she thought that there may never be any again.  Seol didn’t date much and she hoped that Woojin would be different.  He wasn’t.  Hyunjin was.  He was there to catch her as she fell through the dark abyss of betrayal and he was the hand that kept her tethered to the mortal plain of existence where her consciousness-

Seol cleared her throat and shook her head, forcing all poetic thoughts down with another cold drink of water.  She’d already written half a book of poetry about the few hours she spent with Hyunjin, she didn’t need to write any more.  Seol had no desire to write more poetry about a man she barely knew.  He seemed to be her only source of material and she had no desire to only write about him.  

“Seol-ah, I’ve been meaning to ask...”  Dahyun spoke up.  “What is the poem about?”

“I think you’re going to have to be a little more specific.”  Minju grinned. 

“I mean... ‘The One Time I Was Not Afraid of Storms’.  What is it about?”

“I... um... it’s a long story, don’t worry about it.”  Seol waved it off, hoping to focus on her breakfast.  Dayeon, however, was notoriously persistent.

“I don’t want to push you, but I do want to know.”

“Dayeon-ah, I’m not going to pull the attention off of you.  It’s a really long story and I don’t want to bore the others with it.”  Seol shook her head.

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to hear everything.  I could use a break from being the center of attention.  I’ve got a big day tomorrow and I need a reprieve.”

“Come on, tell us!”  Minju encouraged with a warm smile. 

“Yes, please!”  Yeji leaned forward. 

“I... okay, I guess.  Well.  About six months ago, I was dating this complete tool, Woojin, and I...”

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<- Chapter Two - Chapter Four ->

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A post/reblog chain I found if you're having a bad day: https://www.tumblr.com/fiddlepickdouglas/644601820180840448/in-case-anyone-is-having-a-bad-night?source=share

Other stuff under the cut so this post isn't too kriffing long:

Other information about me: music nerd, I play piano and double bass. I also dance but that doesn't mean I have balance lol. I'm in my third year of pointe. Also I like hoarding the cardboard tab thingies you rip off of tissue boxes (i have so many help /j). I also like trying to balance those Cadbury chocolate eggs so they're standing up.

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Languages I am currently learning: ASL (American Sign Language), Esperanto (on Duolingo), and Italian (also on Duolingo)

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✨MY PERSONAL TAGS✨ (I added colors bc I was bored) (they're all at the bottom of this post so you can click on them) (yea they are kinda redundant) (i just wanted tags that were uniquely mine) :

art: #salubriousbean art

writing: #salubriousbean writes

answering asks: #salubriousbean answers

posts I had in my queue: #salubriousbean queue (my queue is very random and extremely backed up oops)

polls: #salubriousbean poll

POSTS WITH MY ORIGINAL CHARACTERS WOOO: #salubriousbean oc

tags I might use again?:

music rambling: #salubriousbean talks about music

rambling posts about other stuff: #salubriousbean rambles

things I declare Salubrious (which in this case means I really really really love it): #IT HAS BEEN DECLARED SALUBRIOUS

25 followers: #salubriousbean 25 follower celebration

50 followers: #salubriousbean 50 follower celebration

talking about the Star Wars series The Acolyte: #salubriousbean talks about the Acolyte

What's In A Name? series (where I talk about why I gave my original characters their names)(yeah sorta pointless but idc): #what's in a name

posts I really relate to: #tis me

posts that aren't mine that I approve of: #salubriousbean approves 👍

posts where i draw myself: #salubriousbean self portrait

other/random: #salubriousbean random

Huh, pretty self-explanatory tags I guess, I'll try an tag all of the posts I make

I use star wars swears but not actual real life ones 👍 those might be in reblogs tho so sorry bout that

I'll edit this masterpost as needed.

God is good. May the Force be with you. Always.

[artist-assassin]

ok i need to know more about ellaria STAT. and your thoughts on rosy + the rosymance !!

RRRRR OK OK but ive only played the public demo so far i havent paid for the patreon/closed demo yet, so i have very little information about the Rosymance in general. info dump and stats below

Ellaria is the humorous / cheerful kinda Button, about 5'5", and she calls her brother Nick-Nack in the game but I imagine she will call him any random number of names off the top of her head (based off of when I played Fallout 4 and I would often call Nick any random nickname like Nicki Minaj, Nickle Pickle, Nickolodeon, Nickaroni and Cheese, etc lol). She has some insecurities because she compares herself to her brother a lot, but she tries to tough it out and beat up her bad thoughts bc she's an unstoppable optimist!!! Stubborn to a fault she refuses to back down once she sets her mind to something. Is a very nice person but gets very socially awkward in large groups, and sometimes lashes out when she gets frustrated by how fragile people treat her (the first thing that made her like Instructor Kim was that he didnt beat around the bush abt her zero but didnt treat her like a kid either!! shes like damn finally some respect around here)

Loves Nick so much (i got like a 160% relationship with him in the open demo lol) looks up to him like her personal hero + mentor. Loves her dad even though it's a little bit strained, has not seen or spoken to her mother in 4 or 5 years after The Incident(tm). but she misses her mom a lot she, she's half scared of her mom hurting her and half scared she will hurt her mom.

I chose the pre-prepared name Ella when I first started playing bc I didn't know what the game was about so I wasn't prepared to like.. make an OC for it until I decided I liked it enough lol. But I compromised by just naming her Ellaria and Ella is her nickname. Here are her stats by whatever chapter is the last one in the open demo (8 i think?)

I LOVE AMBROSE KIM... i played as bisexual in my first go as Ella so i had no idea the genders for some charas changed until I checked the Ambrose Kim tag on tumblr lol. but im way more into rosy as a man than as a woman... Mr Kim u can instruct me any day,..

Like I said tho I don't know a lot about the Rosy romance because I only played the open demo, and I know the author says his romance takes the longest to flower because of the whole teacher/student aspect so he's actively trying to NOT fall for button.. well too bad bitch I'm gonna be so respectable and hot he's gonna have no choice.

anyway im gonna get the patreon this week (friday probably) so i can update u on how i feel soon jhgjhlks i also love all of the characters ngl. i would romance all of them in separate playthroughs.

and u didnt ask but ill mention Kali also, my 2nd Wiseman. shes NUTS. i made her to be the exact opposite of my first humorous, cheerful, ready-to-take-on-the-world girl Ella - so Kali is grim and not nice at all and technically still ready to take on the world but more in a "the whole world is my enemy" kind of way instead of the "i wont let anything stop me" ella way. She's VERY resentful about her zero and is one bad look from a ment away from strangling someone

sorry for the long ramble jhagdwj youre the first person who is talking to me about this game that has become my newest obsession (and u were the one who got me into it so UR responsible for this mess) and im happy to share it w someone :3c

pls feel free to tag me in any mind blind stuff u post, whether fanart or oc art or just rambles n stuff i dont care ill love it all. thank u

[yeonmuse]

BREAK THE WALLS | Kim Hongjoong

Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Full Chapter List

🀥 Government agent Hongjoong x Rebel Oc

🀥 genre | dystopian society, halazia x geurilla concept , enemies to lovers

🀥 word count | 1k

🀥 Summary | An organization by the name of Sector 1 was well known for their work in the underground, theyve been well known for the recruiting of teens and using them to form an army since the year 2034. Collecting strays for their rebellion against those in higher power. Now the year is 2064 and the organization still runs strong they run like a family, with the new technology theyve found ways of keeping alive those that have been scorned in any past battles theyve had against the government.

When the government sends in 7 of their best men to infiltrate the organization. What will they do when their cover is blown and their true intentions are revealed? Will they join the rebellion or will they continue to let the government pull their strings like the little puppets they once were?

Skylar district July 9th 2062

"Just think about it, after 2 years of hard work you not only get to go on your first mission but you'll finally get your name." Jongho rambled excitedly as he threw an arm over Tahanis shoulder. Two years had passed since that day Jongho had found Tahani sneaking around the Archives and ever since the two had become like brother and sister. As the others went on and on Tahani found herself tracing over a few of the scars she had gotten months prior, the day of her evaluation.

"I say we go with Hani." Jiaqi chimes in only to get shut down by Sooah.

"As if the organization would ever give her something as mediocre as Hani." Sooah shook her head before gripping the gun that sat compliantly in its holster.

"What about Tahn.'' Jooheon chimes in earning confused glances from everyone including the girl they had all been fighting to come up with a name for.

"Literally all you did was take out the i and an a" leedo snickers as he shook his head

"Yeah how about all of you just leave the naming to Mingyu and Juyeon, it's quite clear why none of you were able to choose your own names." Loren, one of the newer recruits quickly ends their banter, earning a chuckle from Tahani who simply found it all amusing.

Despite how calm and collected Tahanis exterior seemed on the inside her thoughts were racing and her heartbeat out of her chest. It all came down to this very moment here, this would truly make it official. Once she received her name she would truly be their family. On top of that this had been the moment that all of them had trained for, the reason all of them had left their lives behind all came down to this moment. Suddenly the car came to a halt and the atmosphere grew tense, it was now time for them all to go and there was no telling what the outcome would be. One by one they all flooded from the vehicle and stealthily made their way to the rural buildings entrance. Mingyu spotted Tahani from afar and gave her a quick signal which meant it was go time, all she needed to do was get a floor key and get it to Eris back in the van then she'd be in the clear. Once she made it inside the building her hand stayed limp against her thigh, at any given time if anyone were to discover her she'd be ready to pull her blade from its holster. She had to pull through with this even if it meant sacrificing herself.

Meanwhile outside all of the others sat at their posts. Jongho slowly moved to the opposing side of the rural gates and took his place beside Mingyu, something about how easy it was for her to get in didnt sit right with him. The rural building was known for its heavily guarded inside and for a place that sometimes housed one of the most important people in the world it seemed way too easy to get in. He was more surprised by the fact that when Tahani had entered there hadnt even been anyone at the doors to pat her down.

"Captain somethings not right here, should it be that easy for her to get in?'' He finally spoke up, breaking the momentary silence and Mingyu had been ready to shut him down until he himself thought for a moment about how easy it was for the girl to get in.

"Get everyone away from the building now its a fucking ambush.'' was all he said before warning the others to fall back. Jongho had been running back to his posts to warn the others when suddenly he was knocked off his feet by a huge explosion that made his ears ring. As he slowly sat up and forced his eyes to look at the space that was once the rural building his eyes widened. His entire team all had the closest post to the building. Without thinking he went running into the rubble and frantically searched through the destruction. Wonho, Loren, Jooheon, Jiaqi, Seungyoun all of them gone, he found their lifeless bodies sprawled out amidst the damage but neither of them had a pulse.

Tahani..where was Tahani? Moments later Leedo had come running in, ordered by Mingyu to get him back to the van but Jongho refused to go anywhere without knowing where Tahani was. So he jerked himself from leedos hold before scanning the grounds and digging through the damage once more. Leedo had nearly dragged him away until he heard a faint cough amidst the damaged structures and he was quick to make his move in that direction, Digging and tearing away any and all rocks that got in his way it wasn't until Jongho found Tahanis unmoving body beneath the damage that he felt a pinch bit at ease.

"Leedo, we need to get them in the van. I won't leave them here." sirens could be heard in the distance and as much as it would hurt him too to leave their friends behind Leedo knew that there was no time.

"Jongho we have to go, now." was all he said as he heard the sound of sirens getting louder in the distance. Although it hurt Jongho to his core to leave his family behind he did the only thing he could think to do knowing that Tahani was still breathing but her body was badly damaged. Lifting her fragile body from the rubble he followed suit as leedo made his way back to the van. The entire ride back to the Sector was dead silent, in mere seconds they had all lost everything.