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lovemissmini · 3 years

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I Found you

Synopsis: We all need a friend. Sometimes you have to find one to gain one. Especially in this post-apocalyptic world.

Pairing: Taehyung X Reader

Warnings: Post-apocalypse, reader might not be 100% sane, hints of death, not much action. PG13

Length: ~2k

A/N: I would go crazy if I was all alone for 6 months, no questions asked.

All works here are purely fiction. Everything I write is my intellectual property and therefore belongs to me. Lovemissmini © . Do not copy, rewrite, repost without my permission. That is illegal and you are stealing no matter if you give credit or not.

“If it weren’t for you, Tae, I would have gone crazy a loooong time ago. Hmm?” You spare a glance towards your companion before you continued your babbling. “It’s just, six year, who wouldn’t go insane in that amount of time. All alone. No one to talk to.”

You nod to yourself, sinking deeper into the worn-out armchair, letting the cheap cushioning quickly engulfing your thin form. Human interaction had become a strange topic for you, just like the concept of keeping track of time. Did it really matter what day of the week it was? It’s not like you had a job or anything. So, what did it matter if you woke up at 1 in the afternoon or ate during the deadly hours of dawn? Hell, why do you even care about the number of times the sun rose before it ultimately set to make the end of the day. One day or six years, tomato tomato.

You should stop. Your mind was wandering off on a tangent even whilst you continued to hold a conversation on a separate matter, yet again. Your thoughts always did that, wander off, that is, into an incoherent multitude of ideas. That’s just how your brain worked. Or maybe that’s your insanity talking.

“But I’m lucky to have found you, yeah?”

You look out of the window of your new living room, into the streets and the cars that haphazardly littered the cracked roads and pavement. Room, that’s quite an interesting word choice. It might be too generous a word for the space where you were seated as of now. A room would imply an enclosed area with a roof above your head and at least three connected walls and some form of a door or partition. Right?

But your choice of temporary lodging was, to be honest, not quite the conventional image you would associate with that word. The best you could truly say about said room was that it was once a room. All that was left was remnants of a living room; the lone standing section of the street facing wall decorated with a broken window frame, piles of brick from the other less fortunate walls scattering the surrounding chaos, broken scraps of furniture thrown around you in a disordered arrangement.

At least it had a mostly intact armchair and couch. Right? Yeah, so who care. Life is good.

“I mean, you’re lucky I found you. Hella lucky at that.”

The lack of a roof let the evening sun beamed down on you from the sky, heating up your skin and leaving a warm tingle as your fingers played with the loose threads of the chair, twirling them around your finger absentmindedly.

“Hey, are you just gonna keep ignoring me? I said I was sorry for nearly leaving you behind last time. I even got you a new shirt to make up for it.” You huff in frustration, glaring at said shirt that fitted around your partner; a black and white abstract collage of spikey leaves artistically decorating the thin material, beautifully trimmed into what was now button up shirt that sported a deliciously deep v neckline. It was slightly revealing but not quite, just enough to give a hint of what was underneath but leave you wanting more.

“That shirt is in so much better condition than anything I’m wearing right now.” A scowl pulled at your lips as you regard the tattered t-shirt that clung to your skin, dirt discolouring the once yellow fabric into a murky brown and the pair of barely held together ripped jeans, denim threatened to fall off your thin waist even after being tied tightly by a belt.

You abruptly get up, palms slamming down on the arms of your chair, sudden movement causing ancient dusk to explode from deep within the fibres and into a thick cloud that surrounded you. You push past the brown haze of floating particles- ignoring the need to cough from the putrid smell- and close the distance between you and your companion.

“Listen here you ungrateful piece of shit! You don’t get to ignore me. I found you so I make the rules. I can leave you when and if I want. Capish?” Your voice breaks through the otherwise silent atmosphere before dissipating into the distance. Your eyes were hard with anger, veins bulging in your neck from the strain, as you glared at the unseeing eyes of your companion.

You blink, veins running cold as you realise your sudden outburst. It was uncalled for. Regret slowly filtered into your system, weighing you down like lead. You take deep slow breaths, trying to calm your racing heart and the roar pulsing in your ears.

“I’m sorry.” You voice is barely a whisper when you come through, a slight quiver at the last syllable and thick with guilt. The crimson in your cheeks fading as you settle down next to your companion on the couch, eyes shifting to gauge their reaction- or lack of one in this case.

“I’ll forgive you if you forgive me.” You joke, a small chuckle trying to defuse the tension that hung heavy in the air. Your hands betray the cheerfulness mask you donned, thumb rubbing the barcode inked into the skin of your left wrist, in a nervous habit that first formed in the lab. “I- uh- well, I forgive you too. Just because I like how handsome you and your stupidly symmetrical face are.”

There was no response. At least none out loud. In fact, there never was a reply out loud from your companion since you found them five years ago, and never would be. The only replies you earned were ones spoken to back of your mind, a deep voice echoing your subliminal thoughts back to you, answering your conscious questions. You companion, the top half of a male mannequin, would never grow a set of vocal cords to voice the replies you longed to actually hear.

If someone were to ever talk to you, question who it was you were talking to, you would have simply stated it was to yourself. Because that would mean you were never alone to begin with, never needing to talk to a humanoid piece of plastic. Right?

But there was no one else.

There no one left, no one ever since that happened six years ago.

“Anyway, let’s go. I want to see what that blinking light was from last night.” You announce as you get up from the two-seater, tossing on your backpack as you stand waiting for your partner to get up with you. You roll your eyes at the lack of movement in your peripheral view, head turning to throw a glare at its plastic form still seated on the couch. “Get up you lazy ass. Get up or I’ll carry you.”

You stand there for a moment longer, waiting for its plastic muscles to twitch under the heavy weight of your gaze. But your effects are yet again fruitless, the only signs of motion par your breathing was the dust dancing weightlessly in the air, illuminated by the setting sun as the specks float carelessly around you.

You sigh, giving up your side of the stalemate and pick up the oversized plastic excuse of a friend. The weak muscles of your arms ache under the burden, straining to produce a strong grip as you walk out onto the streets.

As you venture further into the deserted mass of torn buildings, further into the what could barely be recognised as Seoul, you reach the glass doors of a seemingly intact corporate building. The name of the facility standing tall and proud on the metal door frame, as if in celebration of its survival, almost unscathed par from the broken glass and a missing letter, the skyscraper was rather untouched.

“B-um-Bigit. HA. Sounds a lot like bigot, doesn’t it, Tae?” You muse, as you shift the plastic deadweight in your arms to a more comfortable position.

After exploring the bottom floors of building, going through countless office draws and lab cabinets, you filled up the most of your backpack with expired food items and multiple water bottles. Still, you had yet to find the source of the blinking lights you had seen last night.

“Maybe its further up?” You question out loud.

“Yeah, you’re right Tae, it must be one of the top floors. How else would I have seen it amongst the other buildings?” A grin splits your dry lips, tongue darting out to wet the cracked skin- ignoring the lingering taste of dirt.

“You’re so smart, bud, what would I do without you?”

You continue your journey up, scavenging through every nook and cranny of each floor before arriving at the top landing. A gasp leaves you lips, eyes widening as you look out from the doorway of the staircase and into the concrete floorplan. A glint of excitement sparked in your eyes, much like it did when you found a can of peaches.

The 16th floor was so different to the lower levels, barren like a construction site but shielded under large planes of glass and metal frames in a greenhouse-like roof. Moonlight filtered through the clear glass, illuminating the area in a milky wash of pale white and harsh shadows.

The grey concrete floor was littered with giant solar panels, all scattered methodically around three capsules that laid in the middle of everything. Walking forward, you trotted down the empty path that connected the doorway directly to the capsules, careful not to touch the electronics barricading you on either side.

The capsules were large, large enough to fit a person, you note to yourself as you walk past the first two. Or maybe a giant alligator, you never know.

You don’t bother inspecting two pods, both dark and most likely damaged as a large piece of metal beam speared the centre of one, a thick layer of dried green mould covered the cracked glass panels of the other, obscuring the view of what you assumed was the face of whoever it coffined. Not that you cared.

They were not of interest to you. Especially not when the last capsule vibrating with a low electronic hum. Small lights that were attached to the surface of pod pulsing, bright reds and whites flickers in the darkness as if demanding attention. And attention if caught.

You place Tae on the floor, hands steadying its plastic frame whilst your eyes were still glued to the flashing lights. “Wait here, Tae.” You tiptoed closer to the pod like a moth to fire, neck shifting as you crane you head to see above the capsule before you carefully approached it.

A yellow screen blinked on and off at the centre of the capsule. Bold black lettering fizzing from sparking pixels. You narrow your eyes, brows furrowing in concentration as you focused on trying to decipher the message. After a handful of seconds, you make out the warning.

Emergency- press red button for capsule ejection. Subject -

A hand moves to lift a clear plastic cap, hovering over the large obnoxiously red button, hesitant to push it as instructed.

Instead, you hand reaches to swipe off the sheet of debris covering the glass face panel. Eyes sweeping the sleeping form of the person trapped in the metal pod. The moonlight casting soft lighting against their prominent features. Their eyes were closed, long eyelashes fanning high cheekbones, thick brows tucked under gently tousled hair. Corking your head to the side, you continued to admire the pillowy shape of their plush lips, imagining the way the heart shaped flesh would move as it talked.

“Kim Taehyung.” The name from the screen rolling off your tongue seamlessly. Your lips twitching into a soft smile, your friend of five years long forgotten in the mass of solar panels. “I found you. Will you be my friend?”

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aniimvs · 4 years

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finding out that elias had a dyad had been an eye-roll worthy discovery, because of the course the old man did. why wouldn't he? the tethers of fate and the force's oblique will were stubbornly trying to rope the three of them into an inseparable seam. one ben solo was devoted to in his broodingly taciturn way.

but a crack in his resolve affixed itself when elias warned them that his other half was coming. the man never offered any details about the woman before, ben did not expect that to change now that she was on her way. there was a lingering itch in his curiosity to see what elias' version of a plucky scavenger looked like. what she acted like. how her voice must sound to soothe the dark sider's rusted pain.

yet ben couldn't shield himself against the tightness in his chest at the thought of a stranger. here, so close to the nestled sanctuary he struggled to piece together since surrendering himself to the unknown.

with the first order it had been easy to protect himself. all who swore fielty to the cause feared his wrath and ruin, those who didn't suffered from terminal ignorance. but he'd changed somewhere between exegol and delrian. the burning hate simmered into an all-consuming numbness that kept ben in suspended in a vortex of exhausted anger. it ached dully with every step, every glance, every measure of himself he gained back from the in-between.

and now there was going to be a variable he never expected gliding through his world into the open arms of his companions.

so he ran.

the phantom of a man donned his vocoder and drowned himself in a shadowy hood before dematerializing into the thick bank of jungle humidity. it was hours into his trek before he finally stopped and growled at the low bearing figure that shadowed him.

❝ go back to your master, dog. ❞ the crackle of his new device felt like a lie. it simply distorted his natural vocals. it didn't sound like the old truth a part of him still craved.

d-o's elongated head popped up from the wild bed of nysillin. the droid's green accents and off-white shell may have kept him hidden amongst the fungal flora but his kriffing wheel was teetering on the squeak again. the conical face observed him with an eyeless stare.

❝ i said go! ❞ ben roared as he threw a wave of the force towards the little droid. he was careful not hit d-o, but all around its tiny mechanical body, nysillin were ripped from the ground in a flurry of bulbous chaos. d-o sputtered and zipped away, his wheel squeaking as loudly as he.

ben continued but wherever he went, the squeaking nuisance was sure to follow. all through the night, he chased the droid away, sending it back towards home. but d-o was learning bad habits from the scavenger and had no interest in turning back as long as the young man pushed forward.

finally, with an exasperated growl at the crack of dawn, ben caught sleuthing d-o with a tendril of the force and dragged the droid out from its hiding spot in a dried husk of a tree.

❝ n-no. n-no thank you. ❞ the little thing shrieked as it attempted to wheel away. d-o was no match for ben and soon found himself facing the mud-caked boots of a giant, irritated human.

d-o shrunk back.

❝ the scavenger said you belonged to a sith. you know what i'll do to you if you anger me. so why test me, dog? ❞

the droid shuddered and for a moment, ben thought he would turn and wheel away in horror. instead, d-o seemed to muster some wiry courage and bristled up at ben solo with a stuttering mix of plea and demand.

❝ g-go back. she will miss you. b-be sad. ❞ the cretin whined with no small amount of audacity.

❝ you realize, ❞ ben got down on his haunches to meet eye-to-place-where-he-imagined-eyes. d-o swiveled back and bopped into a rock. ❝ that it's dangerous to follow me? there's a lot of things out here that'll think you're an easy meal. ❞

d-o yielded another burst of courage as he rushed forward, tilting his slender face up to ben's. ❝ you t-too. ❞

❝ i can handle myself. now go back. ❞ ben righted himself but d-o persisted.

❝ no. can't leave. she'll be sad. come b-b-back. ❞

❝ i'm not leaving, but i'm not going back till that woman's gone. ❞ and ben wanted to be far enough away that none of his companions could track him down. he even kept the channel of the dyad shut, never once allowing his senses to seek out rey. not even for a moment. he couldn't dare risk it.

so onward he went with d-o alongside him.

❝ you're a stubborn rat. ❞ ben sneered, slowing his pace a bit so the droid didn't burn his gears trying to keep up. and so, d-o kept the young man company as he tromped through the humid day and into the boiling night. by sundown, ben was exhausted. the little droid managed to find every speck of trouble in the jungle.

the man was covered in sores and sap, fungal sludge oozed in patches on his boots, and an earthy smell of bitter rot stuck to his clothes. d-o chirped apologetically every time ben scooped him out of whatever new mess he was wheel deep in.

❝ this is why you stay with your master, ❞ ben scolded as he tackled the bits of sentient fungi that gripped stray locks unfurling from his hood.

d-o pipped back insistently, ❝ n-no master. friend. she's my f-friend. ❞

a demeaning comment was ready to pounce from the tip of ben's tongue when a flare of danger slammed against him through the force. his hand shot to the head of his spine to draw his lightsaber when an uncannily humanoid hand with violet skin and too many joints in its fingers snatched d-o from the edges of the dark.

ben snarled as a cobalt light ignited in his hand. he followed the terrified squeaking into the jungle with an unhinged ferocity.

a grueling fight in the midnight black and an hours-long march through the jungle brought ben back to the outskirts of the camp. from head-to-toe he was covered in orange blood, chunks of purplish-red meat hung like ribbons from the folds of his clothes. d-o, meanwhile, was safe in his arms with nothing more than a tiddling scratch for his troubles.

ben obstinately ignored the sight of the second ship as he placed d-o on the earth. the droid looked up at the tall human, questioningly, before zipping back towards the ship with a warbling, ❝ t-thank you. ❞

once he was certain the little droid wasn't about to get snatched by something else during the short journey to the freighter, ben turned back to the jungle only to be greeted by an eerie familiarity.

it radiated through the force. a signature. one ben was certain he knew but couldn't place. no face came to mind, no name or voice. but it hung there like a sunbeam bursting through a cloud over the ships.

a realization steadily crept from the back of ben's mind to the forefront. who was here slowly materialized in his memory, increments of details revealing themselves through the fog of time. he swallowed hard the anxious lump in his throat and ushered himself back to the treeline when he realized it was too late. there was a gentle outline in his peripheral vision. he knew the shape of it, and it wrapped around his heart and squeezed till ben was certain he'd die from the pressure.

ben dared not move or face the figure. he dared not speak, he barely dared to draw breath. he felt the constant ache of existence burgeon into a pounding in his veins. let the figure speak if she wanted, let her say her justice, and be done. for her presence was a sharp reminder of that cleansing wish that comforted him in the twilight of restless sleep: the wish that when he woke up, he would've ceased to exist.

transmission for @theyeardecembered

#⋞ queue ⋟ // i will always be with you.#⋞ starter ⋟ // the cycle anew.#⋞ verse ⋟ // revenant.#theyeardecembered #theyeardecembered // 01.#so i wrote novel #attempting to reason with ben's cat-like fuckery #but sahdasj sorry this is really long #don't even worry about length matching cause i was scene setting so !!#hasfkjsbfa but i'm hyPEPDPDPDDD #self loathing cw #existential cw #long post for ts

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