#... this is still a drabble series i swear haha

[jakesimfromstatefarm]

──── FIRST KISSES, SECOND CHANCES . ↳ one shot // also part of the no doubt series !

✎ᝰ .ᐟ aka he's this close to passing out because you're way too pretty and he wants to kiss you so bad—but he's an idiot, a loser in love, and totally losing his mind over you.

── sim jaeyun x f!reader ౨ৎ wc. 985 ⌗ fluff, kisskiss, jake is this close to going insane, mentions of jake wanting to die but not literally─poor guy is just losing his mind over y/n

↳ IMPORTANT NOTE .ᐟ ── this is part of my no doubt series ─ a sequel series of short drabbles that take place after the events of my fic no doubt, and show jake & reader's relationship throughout their first year together (& how jake wins her trust & love back hehe) ── THIS CAN BE READ AS A ONE-SHOT, however, there will be some easter eggs if you've read no doubt before!

↳ addie's ✉ .ᐟ ── omg tytyty everyone for the love with this series so far !!! i actually love jakeyn so much im so invested in this in ways that are highkey unhealthy...ANYWAYS! one of jake & yn's many firsts! writing this actually made me cheese so hard god im so single pls. jake is also like borderline unwell HAHA

It’s the kind of day where life feels like it’s straight out of a movie.

Soft sunlight, the perfect temperature, a gentle breeze, birds chirping. 

Perfect.

And yet—Jake wants to shrivel up into a hole and die.

The two of you are just lying there, propped up on your sides across from one another on the plush picnic blanket, an array of snacks and sandwiches (that Jake definitely didn’t wake up at 7AM to buy from the corner bakery you like so much in fear they would sell out before he had the chance to get them) scattered between you two, and you’re laughing at something he said—and god, he doesn’t even remember what he said—when it hits him.

And oh my god, it hits him hard.

He can’t think straight anymore.

Your eyes are sparkling like they always do when you laugh, your face is glowing with that effortless smile that makes him want to explode.

The way your hair blows slightly in the wind—how it catches the light in a way that makes him swear the sun only shines to make you glow. How your laugh just does something to him that makes it feel like the whole world stopped just so he could hear it.

And it’s all too much.

Jake feels his heart rate spike, his chest tighten, and before he knows it, he’s staring at your lips—just your lips—and your words are starting to sound like mush.

God, he wants to kiss you.

Like, really kiss you.

And the thought alone makes him feel like his heart’s about to break through his ribcage and find its way out of his chest.

But then, of course—the voice of reason pops in.

The same, annoying, one that always shows up right when he lets himself want this too much. The same one that fights him in this very, very common battle…almost daily.

Is this even a good idea? What if you’re not ready? What if it’s just too much, too soon for you?

What if he completely ruins everything before he even gets the chance to have it?

“Hey.”

Jake jolts out of his thoughts. You’re staring at him now, an amused smile playing at your lips as you nudge his arm.

“You okay?”

Jake blinks.

Forces his eyes back to your own (not her lips, Jake, not her lips, NOT HER LIPS).

Then, he clears his throat, shifting slightly as he tries his best to act normal.

“Yeah. Yeah, um, just—,” he places his sandwich down, his hands shaking slightly—god, Jake, “Just…still a little hungry.”

A beat of silence.

He immediately mentally smacks himself because, what the hell, Jake?

You raise an eyebrow.

“Jake, you literally just had a sandwich in your hands.”

“…Right, yeah. Right.”

Another beat.

Then—

You giggle.

Soft. Breathless. Perfect.

And Jake?

It ruins him.

He wants to jump off a cliff.

His heart is hammering, his vision is starting to go a little fuzzy, and he’s pretty sure he’s a solid two business seconds away from either a) passing out, or b) spontaneously combusting—whichever comes first.

He can’t focus. He can't think. He just—

He needs to kiss you.

Like, right now. Like, he literally cannot hold it together anymore.

So, without thinking—without giving himself any more time to overthink it—he leans in. Just slightly.

Your eyes widen, his breath catches, because—you’re so close and he swears you can probably hear his heart beating.

He smells your shampoo, his palms are sweating, and he’s definitely about to pass out, but all he can do is stare at your lips, then at your eyes. Then back at your lips again.

Jake doesn’t even think. He doesn’t even say anything. He just does it.

His lips press softly against yours—so gently at first that it’s barely there, as if he’s testing the waters, as if he’s expecting you to pull away.

But you don’t.

You don’t pull away.

And his heart explodes.

It’s instant. Everything falls into place in that very moment, every ounce of tension in his body immediately melts away.

Jake can’t help but sigh into the kiss, finally allowing himself to give in completely, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, holding you as if you’re something delicate—something so beautiful he could never dream of ruining.

And then you do something that completely, utterly, wrecks him—

You kiss him back.

Softly, almost shyly at first, like you’re just as overwhelmed as he is. But then—oh god—

Your hand goes up and your fingers curl into his collar, tugging ever so slightly, pulling him in even deeper, and Jake 100% knows he never wants to go back to what life was like before this moment.

He’s dizzy. Weightless. Completely and entirely yours in every possible way.

He also forgets how to breathe.

But that doesn’t matter.

Nothing else in the world matters except this kiss, except you.

Jake feels himself smiling into it—because, oh god, this is actually happening—and hears you giggle slightly as you finally pull away, a little breathless.

He’s starstruck, paralyzed. He’s still staring at your lips in disbelief, then back to your eyes, then back at your lips before blinking himself back to reality.

“That was—” he starts, but you cut him off.

“That was way too long coming, don’t you think?” you tease, your eyes sparkling, lips still tingling from the kiss.

“Yeah, you’re right,” he grins, his hand gently brushing a strand of hair out of your face. “But don’t worry. I’ll make up for lost time.”

You roll your eyes, but—there’s something about the way you look at him that makes him feel like the luckiest guy on the planet.

“I’m holding you to that, Jakey.”

And then—

You tilt your head up and press another soft, fleeting kiss to his lips before pulling back with the softest smile.

Yup.

He’s definitely the luckiest guy on the planet.

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[doukeshi-kun]

imagine visiting stalker!Kolya before a show, staying with him inside his campervan. Could it be painting his nails, trying makeup on him or just playing with his hair as reader and him cuddle?

I love domestic scenarios ☹️🤍 (plus, I developed an obsession for stalker!Kolya)

𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙚𝙧!𝙣𝙞𝙠𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙞 + 𝙘𝙪𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨

replies ⨳ nikolai is supposed to be obsessed with us, not the other way around ( ಡ⁠ ͜⁠ ⁠ʖ⁠ ⁠ಡ) btw thanks for pulling me out of writers block lmao enjoy this short drabble gshdjsh

notes ⨳ stalker!nikolai series

contents ⨳ fluff, obsessive thoughts, fem!reader

Nikolai is nervous.

His brain is short-circuited and he cannot stop staring at you. He has around five more hours before he has to leave for a show, though he still has some paperwork to review. And yet here he is, on the bed, with his girl lying against his body, carefully painting baby blue nail polish on his nails.

He found out—through... interesting method—about your sudden interest in nail arts. He even bought a complete set of manicures for you, intended to surprise you with the set once he visited you. But you came to visit him instead, and thus he decided to just give you straight away.

“Do you want a small flower?” your question snaps him out as he glances at his blue nails. Your hand is holding his, checking whether his thumbnail is dried or not. Nikolai swallows hard. His skin flares when he realises how close you two are, how he could smell you, how he could feel you. His finger twitches when he sees your skin is touching his.

Too much. Too much. You're too much.

Even after so many months, you're still too much for his poor heart.

“I-I do,” Nikolai says, smiling softly at you. You turn your face towards him and he almost gasps by how close your faces are—I could kiss you right now. I really want to kiss you. Please, I really want to kiss you. May I, love? I'll be good. Just a kiss, please, little dove.

“You okay? You seem to be... out of it,” you ask, reaching for a small packet of nail ornaments.

“Can I kiss you?”

You raise your eyebrow. It's rare for Nikolai to ask permission to kiss. He doesn't even ask permission to invade your house while you're sleeping and yet here he is, with puppy eyes, baby blue nails and a beige sweater, asking if he can kiss you. You nod slowly and Nikolai giggles happily before he leans forward, kissing your lips. shortly.

“Haha! I'm happy!” he exclaims before he kisses you again. You cannot help for a smile crook on your lips at his childish reaction.

“Ooh! You smile! How adorable!” Nikolai cups your face with his hands, pulling both your cheeks together so that they pucker your lips. “I'm gonna fucking eat you, I swear to God,” he whispers.

Whatever he means by 'eat' —whether literally or sexually, you do not really want to know.

“F-Funny....” you mutter before you tap his arm. “Let me go or you won't get a flower on your thumb,” and Nikolai is quick to obey you, pulling his hands away and offering his painted thumbnail. You glance at him for a second—noticing his gaze is darkened. You decide to ignore it for now. You may have an idea of what Nikolai might be thinking, but he is one unexpected guy. Everything he does seems spontaneous even when he has planned for it long beforehand.

As you're sticking the daisy charm on his nail carefully, your phone rings. You reach it and Nikolai leans forward, trying to listen to your conversation just because he can. You shoo him, pushing him by his chest to give yourself a personal space because he is invading almost every one of your spaces. Pouting, Nikolai huffs and stays on his spot as you answer the phone.

But Nikolai is not giving up. He leans just slightly, enough to see the name on the screen. A common name for men. And he finds his heart races faster when he hears a faint masculine voice talking to you on the other side. Nikolai frowns—well, this enthusiasm doesn't seem nice.

He could barely hear what's the man babbling about, so he depends on your facial expression to figure out what's happening. He could hear muffled, jumbled words like 'work', 'rejected', 'apply', 'coffee', 'out', 'free time', 'help', 'together'—

No.

“That would be wonderful. Thanks. Yeah! Okay, see you there. Thank you so much.”

You end the call, finally looking at Nikolai who is now quiet. You sigh, knowing he probably listened to chunks of your conversation with the hiring man. “Kolya...” you call softly as you scoot closer again to him. Your hands tangle themselves in his fluffy hair, caressing his soft white strands.

“You goin' on a date?” Nikolai pouts.

“It's for work, Kolya... He'd help me to secure another position I've applied for. It's not a date.” you explain carefully. It's not that your current job at the cafe is bad, but you need a more stable financial source. Though Nikolai has offered to take care of you fully, you still want to work for yourself.

"Hm~ I know." Nikolai leans closer, exhaling softly at the way your hand caresses his head. He finds himself getting more possessive and easy to get jealous when it comes to you. He needs more time to think rationally when it comes to keeping you around with him.

“I trust you. You won't—” he hugs you tighter, closer. “—leave me, right?”

Your bodies are embracing one another. You bury your face in his chest as your hands caress his hair and face and neck and shoulder and chest.

“Don't you leave me,” he warns. He makes a large step forward and grabs your arm tightly. “You do not leave me. I love you so much. I love you to the Hell and Heaven. I will not let you leave. We are meant to be together, love, we are meant to be! I need you in my life. I need you, to be my freedom. You and I, we complete each other, little dove.” his mouth is forming a deranged smile as he begins to get impatient.

A distant memory rushes past your mind. You stay still before a soft nudge of his knee against your stabbed thigh pulls you out of that lane of memory. You tug on him tighter and look up at him. You hold his face, kissing his lips slowly, once again making sure of yourself. He moans lowly and smirks against your lips. His hand holds the back of your head as he returns your kiss.

Words aren't enough to describe your declaration to him. It's enough to just—I won't leave you.

©doukeshi-kun 2023 — do not copy, plagiarize and repost my works to any platform, more @/cherikolya

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[ghcstao3]

hey! I'm sorry for the unfollow/refollow--I was going through my following & realized I didn't see your name! hope you're well.

anyway, here's some prompt ideas I had while browsing COD MWii fanart...

I've read lots of Werewolf!Soap, but what about him meeting Vampire!Ghost? Especially when Simon's recently turned & supernaturals are still a secret to humans?

A couple of people have mentioned Ghost being afraid of snakes bc his dad made him kiss one when he was a kid (IDK if that's canon). When he's older, he goes to magic school & learns that he can talk to snakes--an ability that's associated with evil (yes, it's inspired by a certain series 👉🏽👈🏽)

Ghost's muscular thighs make shopping for pants irritating. But then (pre-relationship/dating) he sees Soap & Gaz watching videos of men crushing watermelons with their thighs & he becomes...curious.

don’t worry about it haha. hope you’re good as well

just working on the second prompt in this post… but there will very possibly be another post with a different prompt ;) i loved them all it was hard to choose but i also didnt want to cram 3 drabbles into one lol

hope you don’t mind me turning it into implied ghostsoap. it’s kind of in my blood at this point

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This must be some kind of cruel joke, Simon thinks irritably, sitting flat on his arse in the surprise that had brought him there, staring with disbelief and a furrowed brow at the much-too-legless reptile that lazily blinks back from its perch between Johnny’s fingers. For Merlin’s sake.

“Are you alright, Simon?” Johnny asks, oh-so innocently, because of course he couldn’t have known, not when Simon had never told him.

Simon swallows thickly. Squirms backward, farther from the snake. “‘S fine, just—“ he shakes his head. “Don’t like snakes.”

“Oh—oh! Sorry, I’m sorry, let me just—“

Simon still doesn’t move as Johnny scrambles away, uttering countless apologies as a frown—or, a pout, really—tugs at his face. Because that had only been part of the reason for Simon’s scare. Hell, at this point, it’s only a tiny piece—a fragment—of the picture.

It has to be, when Simon’s (second) least favourite creature quite possibly ever had spoken to him.

Spoken. Words hissed with a flickering tongue, merely whispers to Simon’s ears as it stares on earnestly with gleaming, black eyes—but speech nonetheless.

Simon might be sick. He might be cursed.

“—mon? Si? You right?”

Johnny’s voice fades back into Simon’s head, a welcome reprieve from whatever it was he had just discovered. The last thing he’d ever expected to happen; the last thing he’d ever wanted to happen.

Simon can only muster a wobbly affirmative as he takes Johnny’s outstretched hand and pulls himself back onto his feet.

In the corner of his eye, Simon notices the snake still lingering in nearby bushes, taunting. He tears his gaze away, trying to focus on Johnny’s worried expression instead of distant words he swears he can still hear.

A cruel joke, he tells himself. A figment of imagination.

He doesn’t want to think of the implications of this apparent ability. Not as Johnny’s taking his wrist and leading him far, far away from the forest.

[sashiavi]

Once upon a time I swear I saw that you were working on the sdv bachelors with a puppy hybrid reader. Are you still working on that, did I miss you post that, or did you abandon it? I'm fine with either one, if you don't wanna write something you don't have too, just wondering myself.

Thanks for your question~

I do have quite a few projects I'm slowly chipping away at- I've been in a bit of a slump recently with long form fics, mostly Work and University kicking my butt haha!

But! I have a few Puppy!Girl Fics planned specifically for SDV/Have began drafting a few~

I'm definitely trying to finalise my plans for a full 31 Days of Kinktober! But I can say I have 3 SDV puppy Fics coming then -

Kent x PuppyGirl! House Pet Reader - Bootworship

Shane x PuppyGirl! - Dry Humping

Puppy!Sam x Puppy!Reader x Owner!Sebastian - Master/Pet

I have flirted with the idea of a larger "SDV Bachelors with a PuppyGirl" Post or series and I may revisit it - Shorter content in the form of headcannons/drabbles for each bachelor

A little secret I've been keeping to myself cause I don't wanna jinx anything but~ I have an entire week planned for Hybrid! Themed Kinktober prompts within my schedule

[hobidreams]

october 1865.

you never thought you would smile like this again, but here you are. and here he is, by your side.

pairing: joseon king!yoongi x reader genre: fluffy fluff words: 5k 😳 contains: historical au, chuseok date!, eunuch kim!, so much cuteness, guest appearances hehe

moonlit throne index. this is drabble 13. start from the beginning?

“How do I look, mom?”

Standing before the mirror, you nervously smooth the delicate sash of the pink hanbok for the hundredth time, careful not to lean down too much and dislocate the floral ornament carefully pinned in your hair. There have been doves fluttering in your stomach the entire afternoon; you don’t know if you tied this correctly or if your hair is braided right, and you can’t ask any of your nearby neighbours for fear of discovery that your plans are different than theirs tonight. Mother would know exactly what to do and what to say to make you feel at ease. But want you want most is for her to see you all grown up like this. Finally able to properly wear the outfit you coveted for so long, and hold your head high in it too. You think she’d be proud.

You manage a smile as you run your fingertips along the edge of the ornament, a gift from mother on your twelfth birthday. It’s almost been a year since her passing, and you still miss her more than anything. But you also know now that the best way to honor her is to be happy, and to carry on her work, her legacy. So far, you’ve begrudgingly won a few scraps of respect from the male physicians, and it’s a start.

“I hope you’re doing well up there,” you say, letting your gaze drift out the window to the beaming Chuseok moon, hoping the wind might take your words and your love all the way to her.

“Hey. Are you ready?”

You are grateful that the door is closed because the way you snap to attention is frankly embarrassing.

"Yes, just a moment, seja-jeonha!" you say in a nervous half-whisper, half-exclamation as you allow yourself one last glimpse at the mirror. This is going to be fine. You're going to be relaxed and have a good time, even if you are sneaking out of the palace with arguably the second most important person in the country.

Putting on a smile that hopefully looks effortless, you pull open the door and practically gasp out loud at the sight of him.

It's perhaps the first time you've seen the prince out of the traditional royal robes. It's an excellent disguise -- the clothes of a young yangban lord, done in a deep-dyed scarlet that contrasts his usual navy. A cinched belt fastens the coat deftly, juxtaposed against the dragging, silky sleeves beside it, making him seem somehow more elegant in the way he holds himself. Completing the look is the gat that sits atop his head, its wide-brim tilted low so it covers enough of his face that he wouldn't be recognized, at least not to anyone who spared him a passing glance (not that they would know his face to begin with). The gat strap hangs low in front of his chest, the intricate beading betraying just how truly expensive this hat is. He is, in short, unfairly, unfathomably handsome.

You are forever grateful that you chose to dress up; if nothing else, at least you will look suitable standing next to him, at least for a night.

If Yoongi thinks anything of your outfit, he covers it with a slight cough, his cheeks faintly reddened from the cold. “Good. Come on. We have to be quick.”

You nod, following him out into the night air.

With swift steps and strategic maneuvering, it doesn't take you long to reach one side of the imposing wall that separates palace from town. There, you find a familiar face waiting for you.

"Good evening," Eunuch Kim says with a bow. He’s wearing a different, muted set of green robes and donned a gat as well. “As you instructed, the select guards have been informed to keep quiet, and all else has been taken care of. Let us go."

He likely insisted on coming, as one of the caveats for your illicit excursion. You don't mind, since this isn't the first time he's had to do such a thing, always so worried about his rebellious, stubborn charge. You watch as he lets Yoongi go past first, then gestures for you.

“You look lovely tonight, uinyeo-nim,” Eunuch Kim says, and you share a small, furtive smile that feels like he’s cheering you on. Then you step past the official gates, feeling so acutely the pattering of your pulse because this is truly happening.

For the first handful of minutes, you remain both terrified and anticipatory that you'll be snatched back by the royal guard and accused of kidnapping the prince or something equally ridiculous as being on an actual outing with him. Beside you, Yoongi doesn't seem to have these worries as he walks by your side (though still a respectful, proper distance apart), letting his arms slightly swing while he kicks up dust with his slippers.

Just as you're wondering if you're being an awful companion and not making conversation, he says, "haven't been outside the palace in ages."

“Me too. It's… a little strange, having all this freedom to roam and do what I want. Even if it’s just for a night.”

“I'll say.” Yoongi makes an exasperated noise. “There are too many rules in that place. Can't do anything without being watched.” He gives a minor tilt of his head towards your chaperone, though it's more a tease rather than actually spiteful. Eunuch Kim, for his own sake, pretends not to see or hear the jab.

You smile. “It's for your safety, seja-jeonha.”

“So they say. But they'll regret it when I die of boredom first.”

He rolls his eyes and you laugh, and the palpitations in your stomach ease just like that.

As you draw ever closer to the town, the harmony of string and wind instruments crescendo and build with the jubilant chatter of the townspeople. It's getting to you in the best of ways; you're becoming so elated at the prospect of the festivities that you start to speed up, soon practically rushing towards the town square at a pace that forces Yoongi and Eunuch Kim to run to follow.

"…Wow!"

At the base of the square, your entire face brightens with the wondrous sight unfolding before you. There are people everywhere. Some down celebratory alcohol, others munch on sweet treats, and more still singing along to the traditional folk tunes with robust vibrato, regardless of whether they’re on key or not. You can’t find a single frown amidst all this mirth, and that’s just the way you like it. It’s overwhelming: the sights, the sounds, and the mouthwatering smell of something delicious and fried.

Yoongi eventually jogs up to you, forced to inhale a few quick breaths to refill his lungs. “Are you that hungry?” He asks, the corner of his lips curling up.

Oh god, you just made the prince run.

"No...! Not at all! I’m deeply sorry, seja-jeonha. I got too excited, didn’t I?”

“Not at all. Shall we get something to eat first then?”

You avert your eyes, though you really haven’t had dinner tonight. “No, please. Let us do what you would like.”

Yoongi grins as if it is of no consequence. “What I want? Well, then, I want to go this way.”

As is his habit, he begins to walk in the direction he chooses without notice, though this time he has to weave through the people that crowd the area. His disguise is working well; he is largely ignored as he passes, leading your little group all the way to an open alleyway where stalls line each side, lit up with lamps and vividly colored banners.

A twinge of sadness squeezes your heart as you look at the spread. You faintly remember a decade ago that there used to be a full row of assorted delicacies and sweets for purchase; now it’s mostly merchants with tables of books and hairpins, food becoming too scarce for most to sell with the grain shortage, even if they need the funds. Still, everyone seems to be doing their best with what they’ve got.

Sudden shouts ring out right beside you, nearly blowing your ears out with how loud they are.

“Jeon! Freshly fried shrimp and fish jeon for sale!”

“Hot, hot, hot nokdujeon over here!”

“Gaah!” you exclaim, eyes wide. You wouldn’t be surprised if the monks up the mountain heard about this jeon! When you turn to see who the hell is making all this commotion, you’re met with the scowling faces of two men, glaring furiously at each other in-between tending to their sizzling pans in adjacent stalls. The bearded one looks about seconds away from giving the other younger man a good smack with the fishing rod leaning on the wall behind him.

Said younger man gives a snicker. “No wonder my sales are beating yours. Why would anyone want your shrimp when they could have my delicious mung beans?”

“Say that again, if you dare.”

“Why would anyone want your gross shrimp when—”

“Yah, you can take your beans and shove them right up your nasty sokgot—”

“Excuse me,” Yoongi cuts in between them with a smirk. “I’ll take two orders of each. Preferably not ones shoved anywhere.” He drops coins on both counters, more than enough to cover the food.

“Ahem.” They levy two very similar glares at each other before beginning to package the orders for consumption, switching to polite honorifics in the process. “Yes, sir!”

“Right away, sir!”

They work deftly, obviously very practiced in the art. Neither of them drop so much as a crumb, even though they seem to be racing.

"My lord, here is your order," Fish Jeon says, only to be roughly shoved aside by Mung Bean in a rush to hand over the goods first.

"Please enjoy, sir!"

Yoongi takes the round and crispy nokdujeon, all wrapped in parchment paper. His amused chuckling makes you feel a little warmer, a bit fonder than you should. Especially when he then promptly passes the package to you.

"Seja--" You cut yourself off before you make the mistake. "Um. My lord, this is for me?" You ask, even though you're practically drooling at the scent.

"Did I give it to someone else? Eat."

He turns, hands off one of the assorted jeon plates to Eunuch Kim behind him, who accepts gratefully with a bow.

You, and your stomach, don’t need to be told twice. After blowing on the golden batter, you take a generous bite, accidentally smearing a bit of it on your cheek in the process but god, it tastes incredible. Mung Bean may be loud, but he clearly doesn’t tell lies. You have to hold yourself back from inhaling the pancake whole, instead savoring each nibble on your tongue.

“Come on. Keep going before the crowd grows,” Yoongi says, urging you forward with a jerk of his chin before biting into his own pancake. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile this much before, and it’s with slight regret that you tear your eyes away to look where you’re going.

From behind you as you start to walk, you hear, "Jungkook, you brat, shouldn't you be more respectful to your elders?!"

"Whatever, hyungnim. Nokdujeon! Better-than-his-fish nokdujeon!"

There is a very distinctive thwap as you move into the merchant area.

The first booth you come to belongs to a woman that you recognize, selling the latest romance novel by a rising author, Taehyun. She recognizes you too, waving you over with enthusiasm. “Oh, hello! We just received this last week. A tale of forbidden love between a yangban lady and a fisherman! Full of tension and…” she lowers her voice conspiratorially, “more than a few kisses!”

“Do people actually read things like this?” Yoongi mutters, staring at the covers.

“Huh? No! Well, hah, I certainly don’t!” You hope your face looks plausibly innocent. “But thank you,” you turn to say to the woman before hurriedly walking on before she can expose your ruse. The prince doesn’t need to know about the precious books you keep in a secret stash in your room. A lady can’t only study all day, right?

(You make a mental note to come back to town and pick up a copy later.)

Down the row you go, reluctantly finishing off the pancake on the way. Yoongi hands you the entire second plate of jeon not long after. “I don’t want it,” he says, watching you brighten at the prospect of more food. He does end up stealing a piece of shrimp from within your grasp later, throwing it casually into his mouth before you can even react.

The next display to really catch your attention is one laden with delicately handcrafted ornaments, pins, bracelets, and perfumes. “Wow!” You gush, leaning over the table as you try to calculate how much money you brought with you because you want it all, even though you rarely have the occasion to dress up. Still, you want at least something as a keepsake, to hold your memories of this precious day. Yoongi stops and waits for you; you forget it should be the other way around.

“Oh my, Eun-a-ssi? Is that you?”

What? You look up, breath hitched.

“Oh, my apologies.” The woman behind the booth is elderly, her hair grey, eyes wrinkling warmly as she smiles. “My mistake. My eyesight isn’t what it was. You… look a lot like a woman I know. I haven’t seen her in a long time now.”

“Eun-a… Eun-a was my mother,” you murmur. “She passed away last year.”

The woman’s eyes widen as she clutches her hands to her chest. “She did? Oh… Oh no… I’m so sorry, child. Then you must be—” She thinks for a moment, then says your name. You nod, and a small smile slips back on her lips, though now tinged with sadness. You know the feeling. “My name is Hong Sook-ja. I used to live right here in town with Eun-a-ssi, until all those years ago when she moved into the palace and I moved to the countryside. Your mother used to bring you into town for Chuseok and we got to know each other then. These days, I just come back every once in a while to see my granddaughter and great-grandson, so I must have missed the news.”

“It’s alright, Sook-ja-ssi. Mom lived well,” you say, ignoring the twinge in your chest. Any glimpse into mother’s life before she had you fills you with a certain homesickness, alongside the joy. “She was happy. And I’m sure she’d be happy to know that you are living well too.”

“Good. Good. She deserved happiness.” Sook-ja sighs, letting the information sink in. Only after one last kind smile does she finally seem to notice Yoongi standing beside you, trying his best not to intrude. “Now, is this handsome lord your companion? Perhaps your betrothed?”

“N-No!” You immediately cry, not wanting Yoongi to misunderstand, to think that his rank could be dragged so low as to match yours. Sook-ja should know that these class lines, even between yangban and cheonmin, are not so easily crossed. But the mischief in her gaze seems to suggest she doesn’t care much about that. “No, we’re just out. Together.”

“Yes. Out. Together,” Yoongi echoes, just as the door behind Sook-ja starts to open with a noisy creak.

A young woman dressed in a pretty hanbok steps out of the house with a smile. “Grandma, are you interrogating the customers again… Oh, hey! Kim-nim!”

All three of you turn your heads to look at Eunuch Kim, who couldn’t look more surprised at the woman’s appearance if Yoongi started growing a tail. He flusters, stepping back as if that could protect him. “Ahh, Chun-ja-ssi…! You’re, um, here! And you look, wow—” He almost drops the last piece of jeon altogether. “I was not expecting you to be here— I mean, not that I was thinking of you being elsewhere— Uh, not that I think about you that often—”

“This is my granddaughter,” Sook-ja explains, saving the poor man. “Chun-ja. She and her son, Han-jae, are the best parts of my life. She’s so clever, she can even read and write, you know!”

Chun-ja flushes under the praise. “My grandmother likes to exaggerate. But it’s very nice to meet you both,” she says, bowing in greeting as Sook-ja excuses herself, exiting through the same door.

Yoongi is once again smirking. “So, how do you know Kim-nim?”

“Mm, it was about two years ago? I was helping one of the merchants bring grain into the palace. Kim-nim saw me struggling with a particularly heavy pot, and so he helped me carry it. Since then, we chat for a bit every time he’s in town on an errand, and exchange the occasional letter! When he remembers to write me back, that is. Though his letters are often so lovely that I don’t mind the wait.” Chun-ja offers Eunuch Kim a grin that he can’t quite return with ease.

Yoongi has to work hard to keep his face relatively straight as he says, “hmm. So that is why he’s always disappearing from the palace with those weak excuses? And using all that ink? He always said it was for something important.”

“Seja— My lord! Please!” Spare me, Eunuch Kim’s wilted expression pleads. You have to hide your amusement behind a hand, lest you burst out with inappropriate laughter.

Once again, Sook-ja comes to the rescue as she shuffles out of the house, holding two familiar objects that make your eyes light up. “You’re both in luck. I knew we had a few extra this year, even after that rascal great-grandson of mine ruined a few with his roughhousing. He’d still be causing trouble if he weren’t off with his friends right now.” Sook-ja sighs. “I wish my grandson were still around to scold him. But anyway, I’d be happy if you’d take them!”

“Wish lanterns!” You exclaim, taking the lightly orange cloth contraption with glee. “Oh, I haven’t seen these up close in years.” The palace celebrations don’t usually include them, leaving you to try and catch the sight of the tiny, almost imperceptible lights floating into the sky from so far away. You’ve always loved the thought of the lamps surging towards that boundless sky, endlessly drifting, free to follow the wind.

“Do you know how to start it?” Chun-ja asks. You shake your head. “Let me show you.”

As Chun-ja explains the mechanisms behind the lantern to you, Yoongi reaches for his coin pouch. “We must give you something in exchange.” Yoongi produces several mun coins that are at least five times the lanterns’ actual worth, and tries to give them to her.

Sook-ja pushes his hand away. “No, no, it’s a present!”

“I insist.” Yoongi tries again, only to be rejected, again. He wonders if she would be so obstinate if she knew who he really was. (Probably yes.) “Alright… What if I take another item from the table to make it a fair trade?”

“Stubborn, aren’t you?” Sook-ja bursts into laughter, her belly shaking beneath her skirt. “Fine. Take your pick!”

Yoongi barely scans the accessories; he snatches up the bracelet you were looking at before and tucks it into his jeogori with a secret smile. “Thank you.”

“Thank you,” Sook-ja says warmly, before her smile dips down conspiratorially. “It’ll look good on her. Anyway, have fun! Enjoy the night.”

“I’m sure we will.” Yoongi shifts his attention to you. “All done? Then let’s keep going.”

“Yes, my lord,” you say, happily clutching the lanterns. “Thank you so much, Sook-ja-ssi. Chun-ja-ssi.”

Chun-ja beams. “Our pleasure. I hope we see each other in town again soon. And Kim-nim, don’t forget your letters!”

“Yes, of course, I will. I mean, I won’t. Forget, that is. Uh, I’ll write. G-Goodbye.” Eunuch Kim bows twice in quick succession before hurrying after you two, trying his best not to look back for one last glimpse of what he’s left behind.

You continue your wandering through the rest of the festival, marveling at the sheer strength of the wrestlers and then the elegance of the dancers. Absently, you wish this atmosphere could stay in place forever, and that everything else could just vanish into the smoke and ash of the burning campfires, but you know too well that life is a balance. And right now, with the prince’s silky sleeve pressed almost right against yours as you walk past a chorus of singers, the scales have temporarily tipped in your favor.

Eventually, all your wandering takes you to almost the outskirts of town, to an area you visited before with your mother. It takes some squinting but you eventually recognize the obscure path among the bushes, and immediately gesture towards it. The prince has shown you so much tonight; you want to return the favor, especially since his steps are beginning to slow. “This way! Please come with me.”

“Are you sure this is safe?” Eunuch Kim calls. “We cannot let anything happen to our lord!”

You start down the road. “Completely!”

It’s been so long since you last took these steps, but it all comes back to you effortlessly as you take the lead. It takes a few minutes, just a few, to reach the clearing you seek. And it is exactly as you remember it — the nature growing with a wild, greedy virility, the oddly shaped rocks studded in the dirt, and the reflecting pond, its water rippling from the drag of the autumn wind across its surface. There is no one here, which is exactly how you expected it to be.

“Here it is, seja-jeonha.”

“It’s quiet,” he marvels, and steps further in. He stops at the edge of the pond, staring not down but out, at the reflection of the full moon in its depths.

“I thought that you could use a change of environment. You look a little tired.” At this point, you know him well enough to tell that the neutrality of his expression shows subtle signs of weariness.

“The noise. It can be overwhelming at times. I’m not used to so much of it, usually. But I like the songs.”

You nod. “I understand perfectly! That’s why mom took me here in the first place. It used to be her secret spot when she was growing up.”

His arms shift, sleeves brushing the sides of his jacket. “She was a kind woman.”

“Very much so.”

You feel the breeze swiftly pick up, weaving through the strands of hair that have come loose from your up-do. The curling leaves around you rustle with welcome relief, bathing in the atmosphere, the rare tranquility of such a beautiful evening.

“Shall we float the lanterns?” You suggest after a spell.

“Sure.” Yoongi indicates for Eunuch Kim to bring the lanterns over. “Matches?”

Eunuch Kim fumbles in his robes for a few seconds before he realizes with a start that they’re just not there. “My apologies!” He bows. “I must have left the matches back at the booth!”

Yoongi sighs. “Too distracted by Chun-ja-ssi, hm?” Eunuch Kim flushes. “Go get them then.”

“But to leave you alone—”

“I’m not alone.”

Eunuch Kim looks between the prince and you a few times in rapid succession, his thoughts evidently as wavering as his eyes. He finally lands back on the prince.

“…Understood. I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

You both watch him go, the quick pace of his steps no doubt brought on by anticipation.

“I can’t believe he’s been involved with a woman without any of us knowing,” Yoongi says, his tone betraying his real fondness.

“It’s sweet.” You smile, wondering if Eunuch Kim will ever manage to stop the stuttering long enough to actually tell Chun-ja how much he appears to like her. He is a mature man with most aspects, but apparently you’ve happened upon his one sole weakness. “But… He’ll probably be gone for a while. We won’t be able to light the lanterns.”

“I thought as much when I told him to go.”

“Well, it’s nice to take a break.” You don’t mention that you’d probably go anywhere and do anything, even if it’s just sitting around waiting, if it was with him. Instead, you look down at the pond, the water stilling enough for there to be a slightly blurry reflection of yourself awaiting below. “Hm. The water’s gotten a bit murkier these years. It used to be clear enough to see perfectly in. But it’s not so bad! Come look!”

Yoongi does. His pale face, all dark eyes and that rough, obvious scar, appears beside yours.

You fully intended on saying something else but that thought falls clear out of your mind when you realize just how undone your hair has become in all the bustle of the celebrations. I look like a mess, you think in a panic, hurriedly feeling for the strands to tuck them back. You’ve only managed to get one side fixed when a rock comes flying out of nowhere, plunging into the water with a noisy thunk! It disturbs both your reflections and wrecks the temporary mirror as cold droplets splash back.

“Hey!” You cry, leaping back from the pond to Yoongi’s grin. “What was that for?”

He has the audacity to look innocent. “Nothing. Haven’t you ever skipped rocks?”

“That was more a throw than a skip,” you grumble, checking your skirt as you hope it didn’t take too much damage. Thankfully, only a few drops actually landed on the precious fabric. “But yes, I love skipping rocks. Properly.”

“Here then.” You open your palm at Yoongi’s behest and he drops a stone into it. “Show me how to do it properly.”

You accept the challenge and plant one foot behind you, staring down a point in the middle of the pond, angling your arm as you position the stone in your hand. You most definitely look the part of an expert as you let the thing go. It shoots towards the water at a rapid speed, whooshing right through the air like a tiny bullet as it hits the surface at the angle and then proceeds to instantly sink to the bottom like, well, a rock.

Yoongi’s raucous laugh is no less than a roar, his entire body wracked with the exertion as he practically doubles over. He only gets louder when he sees the embarrassment on your face, the absolute mortification.

“I never said I was good at it…” You mutter, deciding to try a second time. This rock plummets right down to the watery floor too, refusing to save you even a little bit of face.

Yoongi’s settled into an infuriatingly smug look. “So, you can’t actually skip a stone. But you still love doing it?”

“That’s right.”

“Why?” He effortlessly makes a single skip before his pebble capsizes.

“I have a theory.” His curiosity piques at that; a turn of his head. “That it’s not up to us if the rock skips or not. Even if we have all the technique in the world,” you pick up another stone, “if the wind just happens to blow a bit harder, or if a fish from beneath disturbs the rhythm, or even if the tides themselves decide to surge up… It’ll fail. Or only skip the once. But—” You clutch the rock tightly in your hand and feel the weight, the cold, steady shape. “But if we wish hard enough. If we just keep trying every time we have the opportunity again and again…” This time, your rock is truly flying as it smacks the rippling water and skips a miraculous four times before finally dropping into the deep. “The universe might just make it happen.”

“…Or you need more practice.”

You shrug. “I’d rather believe that there are some things in the world simply out of our control. But that we can still hope for those things to shift, to change for the better if we never give up.”

Yoongi falls silent, staring at the ground through his downcast, delicate eyelashes. Maybe you said too much, you think. You didn’t mean to ramble. It’s just something you’ve thought about often. For these past months, it’s been the only thing keeping you going on the hardest, loneliest days. But you’ve made it. You’re still here. And by some miracle, he’s right here with you.

(You think maybe this is happiness.)

“I like that.” His eyes flick up to meet yours with an intensity that says he’s listening. He’s contemplating your thoughts and taking you seriously. He rubs the back of his neck, scratching at an invisible mark. “It’s a good theory. I… I understand it.”

There’s a weight to those words that you feel in the pit of your heart. A pull that draws you to him like the reckless tides towards his moon – a gravitational longing to know what truth vibrates beneath. You wonder if he feels it too.

“Seja-jeonha, I’ve returned!”

Eunuch Kim comes rushing back into the clearing, wielding the packet of matches. You both turn to him, letting the moment be whisked away with the wind whipping past the emerald robes, though you keep it safe in your memories. The eunuch has brought ink and brushes too, for you to write your wishes on the fabric itself. Increases the chance of their coming true, or so the legend goes.

After a few swishes of the brush, it doesn’t take long to light the fires. Your darkly inked characters are lit up by the flame, flickering staunchly beneath the opening as you each clutch a lantern in your hands and look at each other.

“What are you wishing for?” Yoongi asks.

“For more jeon,” is your reply, followed by an easy laugh that he echoes.

Then you let the lantern go as he does — two firebirds soaring side by side into the twinkling night.

a/n: *cue Can You Feel the Love Tonight playing softly in the background even though it hasn’t been invented yet*. hope you’re all enjoying sweet Yoon 🥺

[darkwaveho]

Is there any possible way we can get a Natasha x Amber Drabble or oneshot? I’m SO curious what went down and Natasha’s mindset during the entire cheating thing. Also im just a nosy bitch Like that HAHA I need all the tea

Damage control

Temptation

Parings: Mob!Natasha Romanoff x reader (Established relationship) Mob!Natasha Romanoff x Amber (OC / stripper)

Warnings: cheating obviously, angst? brief gun play, brief smut.

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a/n: I think I changed a few minor points of the story but hopefully this is what you wanted? also I didn't think so many people would want to read what happened but here we go. 😂

"What is it? can it wait until tomorrow? I'm having dinner right now." She exhales cursing under her breath as she hangs the phone up without saying goodbye. “I won’t be back until later.” She stands from the dining room table gathering her things and sending a quick text to Clint.

“What, why?” Your silverware clash down against the fancy plates as you stand to corner her for further information.

"I still have unfinished business with Tony, so I'm going to his club to get this shit finished." She needs Tony to sign the contract, he’s been dodging her for a few days now, and she's been more than generous with him.

“I thought you told Bucky to handle it?” You quirk an annoyed eyebrow at her excuse.

“I did and as you can see, he didn’t get the shit done.” She huffs in frustration, putting her jacket on. “Why not send Yelena?” I know you don’t want her really involved with things, but this seems easy for her.” You already knew the answer that followed your question, but you really wanted a night with Natasha that led into the morning of your trip. that way it would be set in stone that the trip wouldn't be cancelled.

“I’d rather go myself, that way I know for sure it gets done.”

“We’re supposed to be packing for tomorrow, I swear Natasha if you cancel our trip, I’ll-" Her lips slam against yours, she pulls back with confidence and smugness. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about that, we’re going on our trip tomorrow, I promise.” She takes your silence as an opportunity to reassure you some more as she casually wraps you up in her arms. Not soft but not her usual cold and distant embrace either.

“And we’ll be taking the jet, so don’t worry yourself to death if we run behind our schedule that you so gracious planned out.” She quirks a smug smile as your guard drops down for her. She was great at reeling you back in with promises and words and usually you’d put up a fight but it feels real. It finally feels like she’s putting you first for the first time in a long time. Tomorrow you both will be on a private jet on your way to long overdue vacation pictures. “Fine.” You reply while releasing a exhausted sigh. Natasha smiles at your response and kisses you in appreciation before things can get carried away the car honks in the driveway signaling for Natasha to leave. “Hurry back and be safe.” Before she walks away completely you kiss her once more. Before she’s walking out the front door leaving you with a half a bottle of wine and Luke warm dinner to finish alone.

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“Hey, we need to search you before you-“ The bouncer gets a fist to his face before the words left his lips. Natasha at the forefront walking into the dimly lit club. She stands in the middle of the room eyes slowly and cautiously searching for the arrogant narcissist, but he instead finds her first, in a panic state Tony grabs the closest person near him at the moment which happens to truly work in his favor. Amber. The prize and few of this whole establishment, Tony’s money maker. The dancer Natasha was familiar with the last time she came to this establishment. Getting a lap dance from the young woman left Amber with a smile on her face, she didn’t even have to work the remainder of that night if she didn’t want to, Natasha being the ever-generous tipper. “Psst Amber I need you to go take Natasha to the private room.”

“What? You want me to ask her to the private room when she barely even touched me when I gave her that lap dance?” Amber arches her brow and folds her arms. Natasha barely looked at amber as she was grinding on her, her face remained unbothered. “She tipped well though, so I won’t complain.” Tony drinks back a shot of whiskey and points to Amber. “Just distract her okay, she’s familiar with you already there’s a chance she’ll accept.”

She saunters over to Natasha with intentions of getting her to the confined room. Amber would be lying if she said she wasn’t excited to potentially get the red head in a private room. “Would you like to a trip to heaven?” Heaven, being the name of the private room, and only the exclusive, elite people were invited into that room. Amber steps closer to Natasha but gets blocked off when Clint and Bucky step in front of Natasha. Natasha snaps her head to the direction of Amber, and motions for her men to stand down, letting Amber past them. “No thank you, but you can guide me on a trip to find your boss, where’s Tony?” Amber was under a lot of pressure here, piss off either one of these people and she’d be fired or dead. She swallows thickly quickly trying to form a lie that the red head couldn’t suspect. “I just got here not too long ago.” She shrugs her shoulders. Natasha narrows her eyes.

“So, you just offer me a private room while your boss isn’t here to give the, okay?” She’d caught Amber in a web of lies, if it weren’t for Tony showing himself, she’s sure she’d be dragged off into the alley and into the trunk of Natasha’s car. “Calm your tits Romanoff, I had other business to attend to but I’m here now.” He glances at Amber with a pointed look of disappointment before turning back to face Natasha. “Amber has clearance to pick and choose people for the private room.”

"I see, how lovely that is for her, now, you and I have business to discuss once again Stark." Tony chuckles and once again pushes Amber into the conversation. "Yes, of course, after your trip to heaven, I'm not quite finished with my important phone call in my office yet." Tony wasn't a dumb man he knows that contract Natasha handed him is a janky one, which is why he was procrastinating so long, waiting on his lawyers to tell him just how screwed he would be if he signed it, willingly.

Natasha told him she was looking to invest in certain properties but realistically she needed it for money laundering, what better way to launder money than to do it in this establishment of crumble old dollars placed between a young woman's skin and the barely visible fabric that covered her. Half of the money coming in here was already dirty, it was perfect. Natasha needed this to be settled, hearing word of rivals getting information on this property she needed to act fast. "Like I said before, No thank you. I'll wait for your call to end."

"I know you're in a relationship, but It's not a big deal. Y/n's not here and you're the one in control, right? or did I get it wrong between the two of you?" If it was one thing Tony did well it was getting under people's skin with his words. Natasha being the power-hungry person she is she wouldn't dare turn away from a challenge about her authority of power on the street and even within her own relationship.

"Maybe you should enjoy yourself boss." Rumlow inserts himself into the conversation after being silent this whole time. Natasha looks to bucky and clint waiting on their opinions. They only shrug in response not truly seeing the problem here. Eventually, Natasha accepts the offer not only because of Tony questioning her authority but she would be lying if she said she wasn't a little curious about why Amber was so popular around here, outside of her body and looks what did she bring to the table behind closed doors?

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“Haven’t seen you in a while, Red.” Amber stalks closer to Natasha as she’s seated on the small loveseat.

“I’m not typically in these places unless it’s for business, and don't call me Red, it's Natasha.” Her voice stays firm and cold during this small encounter. Natasha’s eyes stay locked in on Amber’s every move

“So, you’re all business and no play?” Amber tests the waters again and places herself on Natasha’s lap.

“Oh, I assure you I can play, but I’m most certain you aren’t into the type of games that I am.” The sexual games and kinks Natasha was into was nothing of the norm. There was also the fact that no one else did it for her, except for you. Amber's lips still close in proximity to Natasha's. She boldly leans forward before her air supply is constricted.

"Keep your lips to yourself do you understand?" Kissing was too intimate for Natasha; this was not an intimate encounter she was looking for. It was already bad enough her curiosity landed her in this room for a quick fuck. Amber nods her head frantically with wide eyes it was too late to turn back now, now she had a hint at just what kind of games Natasha was into, a shiver ran down her spine in curiosity as she came up with many sick and twisted scenarios in her head. “Now get on your knees and stick your tongue out.” Natasha was way past the point of conversation. She wanted to get things done and be back at home preparing for her vacation. A vacation that she’s promised you on again and off again for months and never pulled through on.

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"Hold it." Natasha's voice is stern, as Amber moans she repeatedly tells Natasha "I can't- I can't hold it, please." Natasha chooses to ignore her, how hyped up was amber and she couldn't even handle the first sensation of an orgasm denial. Natasha rammed into amber with force and frustrations. Tony's words lingering in her mind as she pounded the toy deep inside the whimpering dancer. Natasha wasn't even focused on her own pleasure, not that she could even if she tried. For some reason she felt nothing as she drilled into the loud dancer. No arousal or anything which she found odd because yes, Amber was attractive, had sex appeal, and her body was nice. It just didn't do anything for her sexually, it could've been the fact that she was trained to please the sleezy males that stumbled into this club looking for a fantasy, a new shine toy that didn't need commitment or obligations other than throwing currency on their skin. The feelings, or lack of feelings and reaction Natasha was feeling wasn't normal, a normal person would be thrilled to fuck Amber into the cushion of the mattress, but Natasha? she was anything but normal.

She blames Amber for her lack of enjoyment instead of recognizing her bubbled guilt that was creeping into her mind. So, she tries something. Natasha keeps Amber bent over the mattress and shifts behind her. Amber was just about to ask what was going on when the gun connected to her skull. "What- what the hell are you doing?" She replies in a panicked state. Natasha lifts her up, pressing her front to Amber's back as her arm tightens the hold around her neck. "You said take a trip to heaven; well, this is what my heaven looks like, you also wanted me to show you how I can play….this is also what it looks like." The entire time Natasha was in this room she couldn’t help but to compare and contrast this moment to moments she’s had with you. This was the complete opposite of what you two had, she never had to resort to dark kinks to feel something with you that was an added bonus to her pleasure not something that was a necessity. She gives a few frustrated thrusts before Amber's juices are leaking down her own thighs. She clenches her eyes as another wave of pleasure coursed through her body. Natasha sighs in relief finally reaching her climax and pulls out of Amber completely, ignoring the sensitive state she was in. The moment the toy leaves her hole gaping and sensitive she desperately drags herself against the mattress trying to catch her breath and hoping that Natasha was left satisfied. This was a change in pace for Amber, whenever she was in this room, she was the one doing the pleasing, but Natasha would never let her have the privilege of doing that to her.

"How disappointing was that?" Natasha speaks the words out loud but makes no move to actually address them to Amber, she fixed herself as best as she could and left the room without another word or glance towards Amber's drained and overstimulated body. Rumlow turns after quickly pocketing his cell phone, he turns to Natasha waiting for some sort of conversation to take place, but she continues forward on her mission to get the hell out of here and to go home to you.

Rumlow follows after her silently as she checks her phone and sees its exactly three o'clock in the morning. "So, how was she?" Rumlow says behind Natasha. "The room should get renamed to trip hell instead of trip heaven because the bar and expectations were hellishly low." Is the only thing Natasha replies back to him. after that encounter she'd never let temptation and words get the best of her, especially since it wasn't worth her while anyway. No one compared to you, no one set a fire into Natasha's eyes except for you.

She gathers Bucky and Clint to take her back home completely forgetting the sole reason why she came here. her mind was a mess and she really just wanted to be home with you.

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Natasha checks herself in the mirror before walking up the stairs to the bedroom, normally you'd try waiting up for her on the couch, but she told you ahead of time that she'd be back late. She peeks into the bedroom to find you sound asleep, television remote in hand and one of your favorite shitty tv shows playing on the screen. You looked disgustingly adorable, her sweet face sound asleep, how could she be so stupid?

She goes straight into the bathroom to take a shower, not only did you not stand the smell of cigar smoke, but Natasha had to wash away the guilt she felt right now. She scrubs harshly all over her skin with soapy suds as she grows frustrated with her actions. Never in a million years has she ever thought of cheating on you, you were too much of a prize possession and not to mention the long and lengthy history you two have. The faint smell of cotton candy fragrance still invades her nostrils she can't wait to jump into bed and shove her face into the crook of your neck to rid her of this unfamiliar and unsettling scent. The thought of you finding out is frustrating her even more. Natasha curses herself as she desperately scratches away at the tiny specs of glitter on her skin. As she steps out of the shower her mood has increasingly changed; she was overthinking things. As she changes into her clothes and quietly slides into her side of the bed the sense of relief and familiarity invades her body.

“Anything interesting happen?” You mumble the words still in a daze of sleep. Natasha goes still as she holds you in her arms, she was thankful for the darkness. It did amazing at shielding her guilt. She clears her throat and trails a few kisses down the center of your neck.

“Nothing interesting, just business as usual.” After you receive her answer, you hum in agreement and nod back off to sleep. She instantly shifts closer and tightens her grip on your body and inhales your scent once more. She’s no longer worried about you finding out what happened tonight, no one would snitch, and it meant nothing to her. By tomorrow the both of you would be on a private jet somewhere vacationing in the tropical islands, Natasha couldn’t wait for tomorrow. Little did she know tomorrow would unravel a ball of lies, pain, and hurt that would change your relationship forever.

[mummybear]

Daddy’s Dirty Little Secret

Words: 4,002

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Swearing, Cheating, Smut, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Lots Of Dirty Talk, Secret Sex, Slight Choking, Possessive Jensen, Size Kink. (Think that’s it!)

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Nanny(Babysitter)Reader

Summary: One night it’s extremely and unseasonably cold and you’re trying to fight it off, when you get a surprise visitor.

A/N: So I know it’s been a while since my last post guys, sorry! Hope this one is worth the wait though! It went from a drabble to a one shot, and almost to a mini series but I stopped myself haha :P Enjoy! 

Today had also been an unusually difficult day, with two of the three kids being ill, even then though they were still completely adorable. You love your job, being a live in nanny is like nothing else, there was just something so rewarding about it. It of course helps that the children that you look after are so good, at least most of the time. Spending all day with them and most of the evening for well over three years now, you had grown extremely close to them, in fact you’d grown close to the entire family. 

Even if you did have some kind of an intense crush on their father, you’d managed to keep it hidden surprisingly well considering. That man was just goddamn ridiculous in your own defence, he was damn near perfect, and you wanted more than anything to find something wrong with him that you could focus on, but nope, not a thing, not one thing in three freaking years.

You pull your duvet up higher around your shoulders, yet again distracted by the cold. It was unseasonably cold for this time of year, and it didn’t seem to matter how hard you tried, you were still freezing cold. Your oversized t-shirt barely reaches your mid thighs, and you really wish that the rest of your pyjamas weren’t still in the wash. You want to get out of bed and wrap your fluffy robe around yourself beneath the duvet, but you can’t bring yourself to get out of bed to get it. 

You’re so tired that you eventually feel yourself starting to drift off, but before you manage it completely you hear your door clicking closed and being locked as someone stumbles inside. You rationalise that it must be one of the kids out of bed, you feel the covers lift and you shiver at the cold breeze which sneaks beneath the duvet with the body. But before you can turn and tell the little one you’ll take them back to bed, you stiffen in surprise. Feeling a strong pair of warm arms wrap around your waist before you're pulled back into a solid warm chest. 

There’s only one person it could possibly be, but that doesn't make any sense, he’d never done anything like this before, maybe he’d gotten into the wrong bed by accident? He had been out drinking. 

You have to sink your teeth into your bottom lip when his warm calloused hands slip beneath your long t-shirt, one hand moves under your body, pulling you back impossibly closer, before the same hand curls around your hip. His free hand continues up your body, moving slowly over the dip in your waist and over your ribs. 

You’re breathing hard, your heart thudding in your chest. You know you need to say something, but he feels so damn good, and the arousal is already pooling in your panties.

“Mmm, fuck you feel so good, baby girl. So soft,” he groans under his breath as he nuzzles against your neck, breath warm against your skin. You can smell the alcohol now, which confirms your suspicions. 

“J-Jensen? I...uh, oh, fuck…” you whimper, feeling his big warm hand cup and squeeze your breast.

“I think you might be in the wrong bed.” 

Jensen chuckles against your skin as he drags his teeth over your earlobe.

“But you’re so cold, don’t you want daddy to warm you up?” he purrs, pressing kisses against your neck and along your shoulders.

Your head is spinning, and you would swear you were dreaming if his skin wasn’t so warm against yours. God you know it’s wrong, and it’s fucked up, but you don’t want him to go.

“B-But, Jensen, you’re drunk… what about if you wake up in the morning and regret being in here with me?” 

“Aww, isn’t that sweet. You worried about takin’ advantage of me, princess?” he asks, and you can hear the humour lacing his tone as he moves his hand slightly, and gently pinches your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You arch into his touch and press your ass back into the impressive bulge in his pants. 

Jensen’s fingers flex around your hip and tighten slightly, drawing you back against him tighter. 

“I think that all depends on just how drunk you are,” you breathe out shakily, as his stubble grazes your neck and he chuckles quietly.

“Don’t you worry, baby girl. I know exactly what I’m doing, I was just too chicken shit to do it before. The drink was already arranged, so I had to go, but I couldn’t stop thinking about last night, those pretty little noises I heard you makin’,” he groans deeply, dragging his teeth over the patch of skin just below your ear, and it makes your belly flip in anticipation, but at the same time you’re worried about just how much he’d heard.

You swallow thickly, before pulling out of his hold and turning over to face him with wide eyes. 

“Exactly how much did you hear?” you ask nervously, but coming face to him is harder than you’d first realised. God he looks so good, and you find yourself getting distracted, even by the little that you can see that isn’t hidden.

His hair is a complete sexy mess on top of his head, his eyes are a much darker green than you’ve ever seen them, and his lips look just a little more swollen and plump, just begging you to bite them. He’s shirtless, that much you could tell as soon as he’d climbed into your bed, but his boxers are still on. You are extremely aware of the fact that you're staring, and becoming more distracted by the second, when Jensen’s deep chuckle pulls you out of your thoughts.

Jensen bites his lip, clearly trying and failing to bite back a smirk. 

“Like what you see I take it?” he chuckles, looking like a deadly combination between sexy and cocky, and then you feel his hand smoothing up your leg slowly, his thumb pressing in harder against your inner thigh as he moves, and your breath hitches in your throat.

“S-Shut up… A-And answer the question,” you stutter, regretting what you had said instantly and sounding way more nervous that you’d planned to. His eyes narrow, as he looks at you and you swallow thickly, rolling onto your back to try and create a little distance between the two of you, but he only gets closer and you notice the tick in his jaw.

“You wanna repeat that?” he all but growls, and you quickly shake your head. 

“N-No, Daddy. I’m sorry,” you whisper as innocently as you can manage. Trying to go along with what he had said earlier, and going by the deep groan that it pulls from his lips, you’d judged the situation correctly.

“Mmm, such a good girl, you do learn fast, I’m impressed. But since you wanna know so bad, I heard everything, sweetheart. Every perfect little moan, and every single time you begged for my cock. I especially loved hearing you say that you wanted to be my perfect little slut. That still true, baby girl? You still want that?” he asks rasps, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb, just as his hand stops between your legs and his fingers brush over the damp patch in your panties.

“F-Fuck… Jensen. We shouldn’t be doing this,” you whimper loudly, feeling his fingers press against your clothed pussy with a little more pressure. 

“You let me worry about that, baby girl. Answer the question, say it, come on,” he demands softly, moving his fingers up and down your clothed slit slowly, pausing as he eyes lock with yours, and he starts circling your throbbing clit.

You take a deep breath before nodding, but he cocks his eyebrow questioningly at you, as if he needs to hear you say it. So decide to risk your voice barely coming out.

“Fuck… Yes, I still want it. I uh, I still wanna be your dirty little slut,” you whisper hotly against his lips, swallowing thickly when Jensen smirks at you in that way that only he can, and you swear all the air has been stolen from your lungs.

You shuffle up the bed, and he follows as you rest your back against the pillows. His plump parted lips are only a breath away, and you can’t take it anymore. You close the distance between the two of you, wrapping your arms around his neck and your lips crash against his, in a needy and heated kiss. Jensen growls against your lips and wraps a fist in the back of your hair in an attempt to pull you closer as he eagerly responds, your scalp stings slightly at the tug, but you welcome the pain. 

It feels like he’s everywhere, his big strong hands all over you. You only break apart so he can roughly tug your t-shirt over your head, then his hands and lips are back on you. The cold in the room is no longer a concern, you’re too hot to even notice it now, you push your fingers into the back of his hair and gently pull his head back.

He nibbles your bottom lip between his teeth, and groans deeply in his chest when he finally lets you pull back so you can both breathe. 

“I’ve wanted to do this for ages, the amount of times I’ve jacked it in the shower thinkin’ about you in those tight little shorts and jeans, baby girl. And don’t even get me started on that perfect little mouth of yours, thinking about how fast I could have you down on your knees is fucking torture.” You whimper at his words, and your fingers tighten on him as he keeps talking. 

“Wanna feel every fucking part of you… take you wherever you stand, and make you scream. And fuck... it’s so hot hearing you say it again. Except now, I can feel how wet your tight little cunt is, not just hear it through the wall.”

You’re in no doubt that you’re blushing hard,it’s an effect he’d had on you from the day he’d hired you. And hearing those words on his perfect lips paired with the tone of his voice, is enough to have your stomach doing backflips. Not to mention he had just kissed every ounce of resolve about this being a bad idea from your mind, now all you can think about is him, consequences be damned.

“I… shit… could you really hear it?” you ask a little nervously, as he tugs your panties down your legs and tosses them over his shoulder. You watch him closely as he crawls between your legs and lays on his stomach, and you swear a new wave of arousal hits you as he looks up at you with those darkened green eyes.

He’s wearing that shit eating grin again when his eyes lock with yours, and he hums quietly, nibbling on his bottom lip thoughtfully. 

“Every single sexy sound, you got yourself so fuckin’ wet thinking about it didn’t you?” he purrs, pushing your legs up the bed, so that they bend at the knees, and then you let them fall open before his eyes. Enjoying the way his gaze immediately drops to your slick heat, but you’re unable to speak, seeing the look that crosses his face. 

“Almost came in here, just to shut you up… didn’t want you waking up the entire house, and believe me, you were close. But I guess Daddy needs to pay the nanny a little attention too, huh?” 

Jensen ducks his head, but his eyes remain on yours as his lips press against your inner thigh, and his stubble prickles deliciously at your skin, when he slowly kisses and bites his way up to where you need him the most.

“Always get wet when I think about you, Jensen. I wish you had come in. I'm sure there are plenty of ways you could've shut me up, or made me louder,” you reveal quietly, feeling your heart jump in your chest when he sucks at your skin and drags his teeth over the mark you're sure he’s left behind.

"Oh baby girl, you have no idea just how many ways I’ve thought about doing it," he all but growls, his lips a mere breath away from your slick pussy. When the tip of his nose nudges against your clit and you can't hold back the whimper of pleasure.

He’s hardly touched you, and you could swear your body is about to catch fire. You have to stop the urge you have to clamp your thighs around his head, when he suddenly flattens his tongue and licks you from your entrance to your throbbing clit with a deep rumbling moan. Your hands fist in the sheets beside your hips when he starts fucking you with his tongue, his big calloused hands move to grip under the backs of your knees and he presses them back against your chest.

“Sonofa…” you gasp, feeling the heat pooling in your stomach, the words get stuck on the tip of your tongue, and the look in his eyes is about to be the death of you.

“Hold your legs back baby,” he instructs you huskily, pulling away just long enough to speak, before he’s back between your thighs, and his tongue is back inside you, sending you closer to the edge as he hits every spot perfectly.

You do as you’re told, wrapping your arms around your legs and holding them back, just as you toss your head back into the pillows and bite your lip. Desperately trying not to cry out like you need to. But then his fingers start to circle your clit, applying just the right amount of pleasure, moving in time with his tongue and you’re so fucking close to the edge that you feel delirious.

“Daddy, please. I’m so close,” you whine needily, you feel Jensen smirk against you and he withdraws his tongue, only to replace it with two thick fingers.

He eases the thick digits in teasingly, watching your body arch into his touch. 

“So fuckin’ sexy baby girl, so tight around my fingers. Can’t wait to feel this tight little cunt wrapped around my cock.”

You drop your legs and grip at the top of his hair harshly as he ducks his head again, and his lips wrap around your clit, everything is steadily becoming too much, and you have to slap your free hand over your mouth to stop your screams.

Jensen growls against your clit when your fingers tighten in his perfect mess of hair, sending vibrations shooting through every nerve and your hips arch closer, until they’re pressed down into the mattress by his strong arm. His fingers are moving fast and hard, scissoring and then curling at just the right times, you can feel his biceps bulging against your leg and stomach with the effort he’s putting in. 

“Gonna… oh God! Please!” you cry out behind your hand, as his tongue starts flicking at your clit in time with his fingers moving inside you. 

Your entire body goes stiff, attempting to arch as your orgasm smashes into you hard. You’re vaguely aware of his tongue lapping at everything you give, with a humming approval, as your body shakes violently beneath him, you’re not sure you’ve ever come that hard in your entire life. 

Before you know it he’s pulling away, and your eyes flutter open just in time to find Jensen flinging his boxers over his shoulder, with a cocky as hell smirk on those plump lips. Your eyes instinctively drop lower, and you feel your breath catch in your throat. Your words accidentally tumble from your lips without there being any way to stop them.

“Is that gonna fit,” you swallow thickly, practically choking on the words, quickly catching yourself before you say any more you clamp your mouth closed, but you don’t miss Jensen’s smirk curling at the corners of his lips.

He moves over you, so that his body is covering yours, leaning on an elbow so his free hand can reach for your face. You feel like you can hardly breathe. The look he’s giving you is so intense, he lets his fingers slowly trail along your jaw, and then his thumb rests against your chin and your lips instinctively part.

“Oh, it’ll fit baby girl. Don’t you worry about that, we’re gonna make it,” he purrs, kissing the corner of your lips.

Before you can kiss him like you really want to, he backs off again, onto his knees between your parted thighs. He shuffles forward and drags your ass up onto his thighs, and takes his cock in his hand, his eyes roaming freely over your body as he starts to work his hand over himself. He taps his cock against your clit several times, and you bite your lip as you squirm beneath him, desperate for more, but you freeze when you feel the thick head of his cock pressing against your dripping entrance.

“Make it fit, Daddy,” you whimper, cupping your tits in your hands, and rolling your hardened nipples between your thumbs and forefingers.

“Oh, you just watch me, sweetheart.” He grabs your legs and pulls them against his solid chest, and his hands drop to your hips and you feel his fingers digging into your skin bruisingly.  

His jaw is clenched tightly as he eases the tip of his cock inside you. It’s extremely clear he isn’t used to going slowly, and if you’re honest you don’t want him to.

“Do it, fill me up. Just fuck me, I can take it Daddy, please. I don’t wanna wait any more.”

Jensen’s eyes lock with yours and he bites into his bottom lip, and the thick veins in his neck become more visible.

“No baby, you’re gonna take what I give you. So fuckin’ wet for me, I bet I could just slide right inside you if I wanted to, stuff you full in one thrust,” he grits out, like that’s exactly what he wants to do, but he’s clearly intent on torturing the both of you. You can feel your blood rushing in your ears as you look down your body at him and pout at him. 

You’re trying to push down onto him further, but Jensen’s grip on your hips is unyielding and bruising. 

“Jensen, please,” you beg pathetically, watching the way his eyes flick up from your pussy and lock on yours.

“No, Y/N. I want you to feel every fucking inch of my thick cock stretching out this tight little cunt,” his voice is practically a growl at this point, and you don’t remember ever being this turned on in your life. 

Your hands drop from your breasts to fist at the bedsheets beside your bodies, as Jensen starts to gently rock his hips, you notice the way his eyes are locked on his cock as he fucks into you teasingly slow. 

“Fuck, Jensen. Feels so good, your voice…” you gasp loudly, cutting yourself off as his hips snap against yours and he fills you completely.

“So fuckin’ tight and wet Y/N… shit. You like my dirty mouth, baby girl? You like hearing about how I’m gonna destroy this pussy, use your body for all it’s worth?” 

“Oh God, yes! Always did love your voice,” you pant out harshly between whimpers, feeling your heart hammering in your chest.

Jensen starts to thrust his hips, pulling out almost all of the way, before effortlessly sliding back inside you with a rumbling groan, picking up a steady rhythm that has you gasping for breath all over again. You can tell he’s holding back, but you can’t stop looking at him, or the sweat clings to his tanned skin. Noticing the way his arms bulge with his tight grip on your hips, his plump bottom lip caught between his teeth, and the look of complete pleasure which has overtaken his gorgeous features.

He looks back up to meet your eyes, “Yeah? You like being Daddy’s dirty little secret too?” he groans, his pace increasing, until you can hear the slapping of your skin against his echoing around the room. 

You can’t help the loud moan that leaves your lips, because fuck, you really do. Every precise thrust has him repeatedly hitting your G-spot. 

“Yes, oh God yes, I love being your dirty secret,” you cry out, louder than you mean to, feeling your orgasm beginning to burn hard in your stomach. Jensen shifts suddenly, until his body is over yours, keeping your legs pressed against his chest. 

Before you can let out a pleasured scream at the new angle, Jensen’s big hand covers your mouth. You can hardly think let alone breathe, he’s so deep inside you that every hard thrust has you sure you’ll feel his cock for a week.

Jensen’s head drops into the crook of your neck and shoulder, his breath hot against your skin, he turns slightly, until his plump lips are angled towards your ear.

“Good. Because I ain’t letting this pussy go now, princess. You’re. All. Fucking. Mine,” he grunts out, punctuating each word with a particularly hard and deep thrust. You nod several times, loving how possessive he’s being. He pulls back suddenly and his hand drops from your mouth to wrap around your throat.

“Say it,” he demands, eyes dark and dangerous.

Your pussy clenches hard around his cock and you moan his name, “all yours, Daddy. Only yours,” you manage to rasp out, squeezing your eyes closed as your climax threatens to explode.

“Good girl. Now, fucking look at me when you come all over my cock.” 

Your eyes snap open at his command, only to see the intense gaze in his eyes as he looks down at you. His cock is filling you perfectly, and he’s so deep, stretching you more than you’d ever been before, and you don’t ever want it to end, but you’re so close.

White hot pleasure clouds your vision when Jensen tilts his hips a little more, and those final thrusts throw you over the edge and into the oblivion of your orgasm. You faintly feel his grip tighten on your throat as you silently scream his name, only vaguely aware of him growling your name against your skin as he thrusts deep inside you and his body stills.

When you finally start to come down, you can feel your climax mixed with his leaking out around his cock. He’s still panting hard, and when you open your eyes he’s gently lowering your legs before he pulls out, with a soft moan of his own, and flops down on the mattress beside you.

“Jesus Christ,” you half laugh, turning on your side to face him.

“Fuck, princess, you can say that again,” Jensen sighs contentedly, throwing a strong arm over your waist and pulling you against him as he rolls onto his back.

You smile against his skin, pressing soft kisses above his wildly beating heart, enjoying how his fingers start combing through your hair, which was something that you definitely hadn’t expected from him. You bite your lip as you look up at him and you can’t help feel a little nervous, “you should probably get going, Jay, I don’t want you getting caught in here,” you all but whisper, as you start to remember he’s actually your married boss.

“Oh, so it’s Jay now, huh? No more Daddy, please?” Jensen smirks, brushing the tips of his fingers over the dip in your hip.

“Jensen, don’t tease me like that,” you tell him, barely above a whisper trying to hide the waver in your voice.

“I told you. I’m not letting you go now, sweetheart. Sleep for now, we’ll talk in the mornin’. Besides, like I said you’re all mine.” 

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Title: ghosted [coward series au] Pairing: F!Reader x Miya Atsumu Genre: fluff, mild angst, expecting parents au

Synopsis: an alternate timeline where instead of breaking up over the phone, you break down and tell him you’re pregnant instead.

Warnings: mentions of abortion and early pregnancy

notes; probably would recommend to read the series but yall can read it as it is. also can i say this is also my favorite side story haha...and that is it, thank you for tuning in to coward, it has been one heck of a ride and yall have been so supportive ily all fr. If yall are interested send some drabbles, im accepting until eight uwu :3

read the series here!  [ ss;; one, two, three, four ]

Ghosted.

Atsumu has been ghosted by his own girlfriend.

He doesn’t want to believe it, it was just so odd coming from you. He wants to ask around but you were never exactly close with anyone, he didn’t even know the name of the best friend that you’d mention from time to time or your family.

In that moment, he had the frightening realization.

He never knew you at all.

The blonde feels sick to the bone, he’s reduced to a hot mess these days. People telling him to move on, telling him that there are other better ones out there but Atsumu never wanted anyone else. It’s always been about you ever since that day he saw you.

Just you.

He feels light headed at the fact that he just lost one of the best things he had in life. That he’ll never find someone like you again, someone as patient or as loving as you.

The lump on his throat grows and he wants to yell out his frustrations in the walls of his quiet apartment but something stops him. 

A phone call.

From an unknown number.

He gulps down his frustrations and shakily answers the call, ready to tell the other person to fuck off but when he hears your soft voice, all inhibitions are lost.

“Atsumu.” your usual calm voice filled his ears and he suddenly feels the weight of the world is removed from his shoulders, thank god you were okay.

“Y/N? sweetheart? Where are you?”

“Out.”

“Where outside exactly?” Miya Atsumu dryly asks, “It’s cold, you shouldn’t be out now and wandering about. Would you like me to pick you up-”

“I can’t do this anymore.” you suddenly cut him off and the line goes quiet. The blonde feels the world around him quiet down when he hears those words that he wished he heard wrong.

“What’s-what’s wrong? Y/N, are you alright?” 

“I don’t know,” You mutter, “I’m just tired.”

“Tired of what exactly?”

“Of you, of us…”

“Y/N, are you saying what I think you’re saying?” 

“Yes.” Your voice remained dead calm as if you just hadn’t broken his heart in a million pieces that moment, “Let’s stop this here now, Atsumu. Let’s break-up.”

“That’s…” He tries to keep the mood light, praying that this is one of your dark jokes, “That’s not funny, Y/N.”

“It’s not supposed to be since it’s not a joke.”

Your response was curt as usual and he doesn’t know whats worse, the fact that you’re breaking up over the phone or the fact that your tone remains composed.

“Y/N, don’t do this...Sweetheart don’t do this over the phone.” His tone seemed desperate at this point, he knows he sounds pathetic but he can’t help it. If begging was the only way to get you back next to him, he’d gladly do it. He’s desperate for you, he’s always been since the beginning, “I’m not stopping this until you tell me what's wrong between us, you have to give me something to work with Y/N. Is it something I did?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean ya don’t know?” Atsumu started to raise his tone when he notices how unaffected you seem at the other line.Frustration slowly started to bubble up in him, the accent turning thicker as he got angrier, “Y/N ya can’t just disappear out of the blue and call me one day and tell me you want to break up! Do you think I’m some sort of fling? Some one-night stand or fuck buddies? We’ve been together for two years, Y/N. Two whole fucking years, What’s wrong? Do you not love me anymore?”

Silence filled the line that you could hear a pin drop.

Hesitance. 

“Y/N?” he repeats your name, this time softer, he notices the ragged breathing on the other side of the line, something was wrong, “Y/N? What’s wrong? Please talk to me...”

“I-I don’t know.”

“Y/N?”

This was out of character, even for you.

“I don’t know what to do anymore.” 

“Y/N? Sweetheart, What do you mean?” He feels weak when he hears those words, his anger slowly dissipating. You truly did sound tired on the other line, maybe it was really over. Maybe he should let you go.

Maybe he should stop being a selfish and desperate bastard, he'd only hurt you more if he continued this on.

“I…” he hears a very soft cry on the other line, “I’m pregnant.”

All he hears now is your cries and the fast beating of his heart, pregnant? You were pregnant?

“A-and its alright...It’s alright if you want to have nothing to do with the kid...I-I’ll find a way…” He hears you try to say on the other line as he grips his phone tight, was that why you ran away last week? For this? Atsumu lets out a shaky sigh as he hears the usual calm voice panicking and completely out of breath as if you’d just run a marathon, “...I-I-”

“Breath.” He cuts you off, his voice turning deadly calm.

You’re not sure if you should be scared or relieved by it.

“W-what?”

“Breathe for a moment and tell me where you are.” Atsumu grabs his coat and wallet, “I can’t let my pregnant girlfriend stay under the cold for too long. Let’s grab something to eat, yeah? Don’t pregnant women have cravings or some shit? You really like those red buns we got when we first hung out, right? Or that karaage chicken? There's a twenty four hour one nearby my place then you can have a hot bath and sleep here after, you still have your clothes with me.”

The blonde’s tone is nonchalant as if you just hadn’t dropped life-changing news moments ago.He finally hears the sniffles die down, “Aren’t you going to leave me?”

“Now why the fuck would I do that? I’ve been chasing after you since I first saw you. A kid ain’t going to scare me.” He grumbled, he wasn’t a wimp. Kids? Pft, bring it on, “Now where are ya, Y/N? I miss you and you have to bring me to your next doctor's appointment, I swear to god-”

“I’m at the park…” You breathe out, cutting him off as relief slowly spreads on your system, “Where we went on our first date.”

Atsumu feels his heart thump, well, what do you know. You had some theatrics up your sleeve too.

“Hey.” He softly calls out, as he exits his apartment and walks towards his destination, the cold not even bothering him the slightest because he was going to see you, “Wait for me there.”

“I-I will.”

“And I love you, you know that right?” Atsumu paused, the thought of having kids now was scary but if you chose to keep it, he wouldn’t mind. He’d be the best otosan and husband     if you changed your mind     he could be towards you and that unborn brat, “I love you too damn much, Sweetheart. So don’t ever forget me when you’re making these decisions.”

“I won’t.” He hears a loud sigh on the other line, as if a huge burden was released, “I...I love you too damn much too…”

Atsumu feels his brain short circuit as he hears those words from you out loud, a grin started to slowly make its way to his features as he started to sprint towards the park, “Look behind ya, sweetheart.” He exclaims through the phone when he finally sees your familiar figure facing him.

You turn around to face him and he sees the red nose and wet cheeks.

It was evident that you had been crying hard.

Ending the call and shoving the phone back in his pocket, he runs towards you instead and carefully tackles you into a hug.

“Please don’t scare me like that again.” He pleads, burying his face on your shoulders and seeping in your warmth, “Shit, I wouldn’t know what I’d do if you left me.”

You slowly and hesitantly hug him back with the same tightness, finally succumbing to his warmth. 

This was nice.

You could get used to this.

Home, this was definitely what home felt like.

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[bookuya]

HELLOOOO I recently discovered you were a fellow Xiao simp (or if I observed correctly 👁️) AND I JUST HAD TO COME IN HERE AFTER YOUR RECENT XIAO FIC

ZOOWEEMAMA YOU DID SO WELL ON MAINTAINING HIS ALOOF PERSONALITY GOOD JOB!!! And the fact that it's not some kind of "oh no suddenly I develop feelings I must ditch old crush" sort of thing just got me,, LIKE HELP YOU PLANNED IT SO NICELY </3

A little brainrot got me,, like,

I personally would think he'd come to a realization that he might not know just how this works. From what I know of Xiao, he's certainly gentle despite the glares and off-putting tone, and usually he's not flushy boy and all that, but it still catches him off guard every now and then when reader decides to occupy his arm with their own pair. I wonder if you've ever wrote him being a little bit flustered? I'd love to see how you'd potray him that way.

All in all, just very proud of you and your writing man! Keep it up!

HELLO HELLO fellow xiao simp!! yes you have observed correctly, and we are now reinited to brainrot 😌 HAHSHSH

but anywho, h-hello?? thank you so much, im so honored you feel that way! (and omg zoo wee mama from diary of the wimpy kid HAHA) i mostly followed the main plot of the fake dating and etc. from the original "seasons of blossom", but i tried to make it as accurately as i could to xiao for the romantic chemistry! a lot of dialogue was added, for example: when the reader was going on a rant about xiao's attractive looks! in the original the main lead didn't do that but i thought it would be a bit cute to write in :) and the event where xiao gives his pen to the reader was actually not going to happen! in the original series, the second male lead (in this case, childe) was the one who was supposed to give the pen but after thinking it about it, i thought it would be so much more unexpected and better if xiao was the one instead, you know?

also for part 2, i plan on going a bit away from the original plot events and writing something that'll suit xiao, his friends, and reader! im also glad that you noticed, i specifically wrote it to show that xiao sparked interest in the reader, but not exactly a crush right away! yes, he makes reader flustered cause he's so goddamn attractive, but i gotta show a little slow burn at least LOL

honestly, i also gotta hand it to @stellumi! this was one of my favorite projects to do and i might even continue and make more drabbles and hcs of the "seasons of blossom" au with xiao and reader. at this point that work is my favorite child HAHAH i loved writing it so much! would yall still be interested if i finished the part 2 and ended it there (MAYBE a part three), but made little additional fics and drabbles from it? i want to know your opinions!

+ i agree,, omg! xiao slowly realizing that he really doesn't know how to exactly fake date, or date someone at all nonetheless, but you're an exception from his swears and glares and other things, like the straightforward things he says to lumine LOL. ALSO ALSO speaking of lumine, completely unrelated sorry but i love her so much in this work. it doesn't seem like how she canonically is, especially with the sudden insults and excessive swearing, but i tried to make it obvious that she's close to the reader and cares about them. like both lumine and reader denying that they like childe for the sake of the other person, although we all know who reader will end up with at the end LOL

did i write xiao before getting flustered? oh my god, if only you saw the deep caverns of my drafts JSKFJFJJD,, im sure in a couple of my works i write xiao getting flustered, but i never write too deep about it since it's usually like headcanons or something BUTTTT i've actually thought about writing something close to that before! just the thought of hugging xiao and teasing him while you're at it—you don't tell that he's flustered from a blush, but you can tell instead from how fast his heart beat races. too bad it would be a whole essay if i went in depth though HAHA 😭

can you tell how passionate i am about my genshintoon part of the collab by what i just wrote?!?? i didnt even realize i went on a rant, sorry about that! but i really love it so much and cannot stop thanking vera for giving me the opportunity to write it 🙏 hopefully i will meet your expectations for the part two of it! oh and also make sure to check out the other works of the genshintoon event, so many amazing writers are also writing things inspired off of beautiful webtoon series, i cant wait to binge read them all at once LOL (and accidentally torture everyone's dash by the spam reblogging)

thank you so much for your feedback and message, i was smiling like an idiot the whole time reading and writing this! make sure to stay hydrated and get enough rest and take care of yourself! <3

[becomingbts]

Christmas always "weens"

Summary: Trained his whole life to take over Christmas and to prepare gifts for children whether human or not, Jimin embodies the Christmas spirit and could even be called Santa Claus if he really wanted to, even though he does dislike the idea of people thinking that he’s a big old man with a heavy white beard. He’s more into the charming and charismatic boyish image he has, overwhelming people with his sweet cotton candy smell wherever he goes. Yet, as sweet as he claims to be, he cannot help but endlessly tease the girl of the nightmares, who had been trained to become the Halloween spirit once she would start working at the celebration facility while he was fated to be her antagonist. A witch and a fairy... Not the best match of the year, but maybe they still have something more than just hatred going on.

Pairings: Y/N x Jimin, (hint of Yoongi x Hoseok)

~29k (lol have fun)

GENRE: Supernatural, Witch!Y/N and Fairy!Jimin, angst,fluff, romance, enemy to lover.

Warnings: language, high expectation and pressure from peer and family, mention of verbal and physical abuse, some hot kisses but nothing strong on that side.

NOTE: SO IT’S HERE LOL. It took soooo long to get it done, I’m so sorry; this was supposed to be my Christmas fanfiction loool. I can’t believe we’re already soon in April. My schedule was a disaster but this fanfiction was supposed to be only a 10k one shot so you can understand that something clearly went down haha. I really hope it was worth the wait, the start has been edited by the lovely @flurrys-creativity​ ! No smut in the end, I was too shy to do it, and I think I like the end as well. I might end up make a few drabbles about them and also maybe do a story with this AU! for every character? (Yes I’m dying to write the Yoongi and Hobi’s part, I’m not gonna lie lol)! Anyway! I hope you’ll enjoy it, please feedback is always warmly welcomed!! Love you lots.

-Dolly

It was definitely not (Y/N)'s first Christmas season since she had been working at the celebration facility, but she still couldn’t help the heavy sigh that left her mouth as she saw all the decorations hung in the cafeteria of the resort. To sum up her situation: it was way too much for her liking. Was the Christmas department trying to suffocate everyone in the complex with their ridiculous decorations? The common cafeteria had an ugly red tree with fake plastic gifts under it, golden garlands were stuck in every corner of the room and ridiculous Christmas songs could be heard from the speakers. Needless to say: her sour mood only worsened as she checked the date. 

1st December. 

Gosh, she could only hope that she would not come across the dumb face of- 

“Wednesday!” She wished she could miraculously un-hear this voice. It was just her luck, wasn’t it? He always showed up when she was wishing not to meet him. 

“Park, I swear you better stop with the name of that dumb human film because you’re not going to finish your season alive, understood?” 

Jimin grinned as he was met with (Y/N)'s frown. “Come on, grumps! Isn’t The Addams Family supposed to be something you enjoy? It’s a Halloween themed film!” He wiggled his eyebrows playfully while (Y/N) just rolled her eyes. His loud voice was bringing too much attention; she hated it. Truth be told, she had enjoyed the film. Though, being a witch, she didn’t watch a lot of human things. (Y/N) liked to stay in her comfort zone, surrounded by what she knew in the resort rather than to surround herself with humans or with human things, she was not one to be caught watching human series nor reading human books. Yet, she still did enjoy that film. 

Now, what she didn’t like was him; him, and his stupid fairy tricks, and since the film had been recommended by no other than Park Jimin, she had automatically decided that she had not liked it. 

It was a question of pride.

“Whatever you say, Park. Stop with this stupid nickname.” Jimin laughed loudly again, louder than she thought to be acceptable in a public space, thus, successfully attracting more curious eyes while other people just rolled theirs. Some younger recruits of the facility glanced at the weird scene they were beholding while older workers just sighed, already knowing what was to come. Most people at the resort exactly knew who Park Jimin and Min (F/N) were and they also knew an argument could easily rise if both were left alone together for a few minutes. Yet, some new curious eyes (probably new recruits) were still clueless about their dynamic; they would get acquainted with the two nuisances of the resort soon enough anyway. The Christmas- and Halloween vice-presidents (position also known under the name of ‘representative spirit’), respectively Jimin and (Y/N), were known to bicker all the time. Ever since they had joined the celebration venue and started working there five years ago, they had been unable to prevent themselves from throwing insults at each other. The worst thing was that they were often seen together, paths crossing in the corridors, at the cafeteria, and in basically all common areas of the facility. Their relationship was still a mystery to most people: why did they hate each other so much? No one had so much animosity toward someone else here; Jimin and (Y/N) were the only 'rivals'-if we could call them that way-who seemed to despise each other. One thing that never changed in the middle of this chaos was that every soul working and living in the resort enjoyed the celebration they embodied; from New Year to Valentine’s Day, everyone working here was peacefully enjoying their life: whether they were elves, pixies, or any other non-human being. (Y/N) loved Halloween just like Jimin loved Christmas. Both were working for their favorite celebration and wouldn’t trade their job for anything. Everyone happily worked for their celebration in their own department, preparing their festivities, making sure to deliver a beautiful time for everyone (also for humans, to a lot of the creature's dismay, but that’s another story to be told). 

And to be honest, Jimin fit the place quite nicely. He had this charm about him, always doing his best to be seen as a sweet fairy. He thus quickly became loved by his peers and basically everyone in the venue. Jimin had gotten everyone whipped for him, enchanted by him, so much that sometimes (Y/N) wondered if he wasn’t an actual witch who got everyone under a weird charm spell. Though, if not one recalled it, he could clearly remember that when he had entered the resort for the first time, he had been a shy boy, overwhelmed by all the colors of his district. It had been hard and stressful to finally get a ticket and enter the complex after the years he had spent studying for this job, but it had definitely been worth it. 

The resort was one of the most famous places in the non-human world, renowned for its uniqueness: it was indeed the only working site to run the celebrations among the non-human world. Each celebration came from this very place. From Halloween to Valentine’s, creatures were scouted and chosen to be part of those very selective teams, each entering one of the famous departments. Many schools were even built to prepare recruits for the resort, but only the final test could determine if one could finally enter the impressive facility. 

Once you were in, you did not have room for disappointment. You had been chosen; you should be able to honor the people who chose you and work with everything you had for your department. School had been long and annoying for Jimin, but once he got out with his diploma and a saved seat for the resort he had been looking forward to ever since he was young, he had felt like all those hard years had finally paid off. His dreams were coming true and he was finally able to work as a Christmas spirit. His ultimate goal had been to be chosen as a representative. It didn't seem like a big deal if you didn't know how the resort worked, but it was like being the vice president with all the fieldwork to do instead of the administration. Representatives were the inner-faces of their celebration. If the President usually handled the administrative papers and different interviews, representatives had to manage every section of their district, making sure everything was running smoothly. They had to help their co-workers when an issue arose, they presided over meetings and often managed the whole planning of the event. The rest of the paperwork (material shipment, bills, etc) was left to the President who had the final word over every decision. 

To Jimin’s amazement, he surprisingly got picked as a representative by his co-workers only 3 years after he arrived, 2 years ago, mainly working with the promotion team but mingling everywhere when help was required. He had been elated to be nominated for such a high statute so quickly. He, therefore, tried his best to help as much as he could so that he wouldn’t disappoint anyone. His top priority was to get everything ready for the celebrations so that humans and all other beings would be able to have a great time during the festivities. He worked hard to keep his representative status: it was his pride and everything he had been working for. His ego probably did not need such a boost but Jimin had never been happier and he boasted about it every time he got the opportunity. However, with his carrying personality and efficiency, no one had been able to resent him about it (except (Y/N)); people often called him ‘Angel’ and he was used by now to playfully answer that he disliked being wrongly classified; he was no angel, only a truly proud fairy. He was a very cheeky but sweet fairy, brightening everyone’s day; well everyone, but one. 

To be fair, he had mostly tried to get under (Y/N)’s skin because of a misunderstanding. He had indeed never met a witch before her and the first time they met, let’s just say that he did not make the best first impression. 

At first, he had indeed thought that she was human and he had genuinely been confused. How could a human enter the resort? Normally, humans should not be able to see places surrounded by magic like the resort was nor did they see beings like him; they had no way to interact with their world, so maybe she couldn’t see anyone? It would explain why she looked so lost. She had probably come here without seeing anything or knowing what it was. It had still surprised him that she had been able to enter. The resort should have pushed her human presence by itself, making it impossible for her to see nor to enter it. Maybe the barrier had not worked and she had been able to slide in? Jimin had wondered what she was discerning: an abandoned manor? A creepy house that she had been dared to get in? He had laughed cheekily, happy to play a little trick on a sweet looking human; he had unfolded his golden wings to create a sudden air stream to surprise her. Yet, being a little bit too excited, he had forgotten to control the strength of his wings and the air stream that had followed had been slightly (meaning: extremely) stronger than what he had first intended to, which made the flared skirt of the young girl flying in the air. For his defense, he had not meant for her skirt to fly like that, he had merely wanted to creep her out with some fresh air, enough to make her run away. 

Needless to say; both Jimin and the young girl had been extremely embarrassed, and mostly her who had shrieked in panic. She had quickly turned over and her eyes had instantly met Jimin’s confused one. First, he had been blushing hard because of the sight he had gotten greeted with, and second, he had sharply frozen, feeling like the sudden eye contact did not seem like a coincidence. She had seemed to be looking at him, which was technically impossible for a human, but something was wrong. It had been almost like she could actually see him-

“Who do you think you are, you stupid fairy!” She had yelled in the corridor, tears brimming her eyes as she had tried to control her quick breath. If he could have heard her thoughts, he would have heard a ‘don’t panic’ repeated over and over.

“Y-You can see me?” He had dumbly asked, stuttering nervously. 

She had just called him a fairy, did it mean that she knew what he was? Did it mean that she wasn't human either? But before she could even reply, Jimin had seen and recognized the president of the Halloween department entering the corridor. She had been impossible to miss as the atmosphere of the room had shifted with her only presence in an instant. The presidents of the different celebrations were renown people. They often made the covers of some magazines, interviews and other type of content that they had to make. It was often some pictures, then saying how proud they were to have been reelected… Nothing really important but their faces were everywhere, it had even been enough for Jimin to recognize any of them in an instant, and especially the creepy Halloween president. Jimin had never met a witch before but he had heard that witches were frightening and Jimin’s mother had always told him to get away as soon as he could if he ever met one. Witches were good at one thing: using fairies’ glitters for their own profit. However, the president of the Halloween department’s entrance had frozen him. She was definitely someone he’d prefer to avoid forever if he could, but being so close to her, he could only pray for his safety. One of her hands had yet fallen on the young girl's shoulder who had tensed under the contact. Jimin had gulped, noticing the way the hand of the president had not just laid on her shoulder but had rather harshly gripped her, urging her to start walking again if she didn’t want for her shoulder to be crushed in her hands. The sight alone had made Jimin shiver and he had wordlessly prayed for the old witch to ignore him. He was just a ridiculous fairy, no one worthy of her attention… Right? 

“Let’s go (Y/N). You wouldn’t want to disappoint me already, would you, dear?” 

Jimin’s face had lost its pretty glow as he had realized that he had brought big and terrifying troubles for the girl he had wanted to spook jokingly. A shudder had traveled his spine even if neither the older witch nor the young girl he had just humiliated had looked back at him. Nevertheless, the uneasy features of the girl had left him with a sour taste of guilt for what he had done. He had hoped that nothing bad would happen to her but he had not seen her for a whole month after their first encounter. 

In between he had had the time to make some friends and create a little group of his own, yet, he had never quite forgotten the strange meeting with this girl named (Y/N). He had desperately wanted to apologize but as he had not been able to see her again, it had left him considerably discouraged. 5 weeks after what had happened, he had finally gotten a glimpse of the young girl again. She had been sitting in the cafeteria and before he could lose her, he had run-up to her table and had sat quickly before she could complain. But his smile had quickly fallen as his sparkly eyes had met her dull ones. It had felt like life had been taken away from her; and before he could share his worry and apology, she had already gotten up, gawking at him with a nasty glare.

“Don’t you dare come close to me. Stay far away from me.” Her voice had been cold and for a second, Jimin had even flinched. He had never meant to get on her bad side so early but he had apparently messed up enough for her to already be his enemy. But after she had left, everyone had surrounded him to comfort him and the whole thing had not set well with him. Why were they all worried about him and not her? It had made no sense at first; but then a guy called Taehyung told him that she was the daughter of the president of the Halloween department and the original guilt he had felt only worsened. Maybe for the other workers it meant that she would always be out of trouble, that she would probably be someone to avoid if they didn’t want troubles. However, from what he had seen the day they met, he wouldn’t openly comment on their prejudice, but she was probably far from ‘out of trouble’. He couldn’t really find a way to explain that to the people who had not witnessed what he did, but what he had seen had been enough for him to understand that a lot weighed on her shoulders, daughter of the President or not. Moreover, Jimin had feared that telling people what he saw would only bother her more than he had already done, so he had decided to stay quiet about it, keeping his mouth shut about this uncanny encounter. 

Hence instead of trying to take her defense in front of people whose opinion about her seemed set, he had decided to try to confront her again, but it always ended the same way until he stopped trying to apologize and ultimately just came to annoy her, which led them to their current relationship: arguments ending with anger, frustration, and/or dramatic chuckles. Jimin would have preferred to apologize at some point, sure, but she never gave him the benefit of the doubt so he had accepted his fate and went on with their weird dynamic anyway. 

“Besides, it’s finally my month and I’m going to work so much you won’t be able to see my pretty face. How much of a shame is that?” Witnessing him batting his eyelashes, she rolled her eyes annoyed. 

“I can’t wait for you to disappear. Aren’t you too busy to pick a fight? You shouldn’t be here at such a late hour.” She snickered as he looked at the time, panic settling in his eyes. 

“I’ll be back for you soon, Wednesday, try not to swallow too much happiness in the meanwhile or you might lose your dark aura!” He laughed as he ran away, proud of his joke that only he found funny. 

She sighed again, drained of any bit of energy she had mustered before she had left her bed this morning. She already used to hate Christmas as a child, but growing up had only worsened her distaste for the celebration. Jimin being its entire embodiment, her antipathy toward him was no surprise to her. He was insufferable. 

5 years that she had been bearing with his constant disrespect and annoying ass. (Y/N) had graduated from her formation school 5 years ago, starting an active life in the celebration field as soon as she was out of "hell" as she had liked to call it. It wasn’t like she had a choice. Her whole family was famous for their Halloween celebrations, spooky gifts making, and even sordid choral. Her mom being the president of the Halloween district, her whole future had been planned before she was even born. Sometimes she wished that it was different, but then she saw the different celebrations and she found herself glad that she did not have to see a couple kissing everywhere during hers at least. 

Halloween was nice: simple and always loved by a lot of people.

Hence, it was her fifth year in the resort, the second one being a Halloween representative and this second Halloween season as a representative had been particularly hectic. She had almost been relieved once it had ended, yet it also meant that Christmas was to come as well. It was a shame for Christmas to be so, oh so close to her favorite moment of the year. Once Halloween was done, everyone suddenly started looking forward to Christmas and she snorted at the thought. What was so nice about it anyway? Gift making? You could do that for anniversaries. Dinners with the family? It was Thanks Giving’s biggest task already. The only things that were tied to Christmas, and Christmas only, were those ugly Christmas trees, and (Y/N) found herself thinking that this tradition seemed to be ironically more fitting for the Halloween spirit than the Christmas one: killing a tree to morbidly display it in a house as if it were a trophy? Quite frightening in her honest opinion. It totally could have been a Halloween tradition had Christmas not made a big deal out of it. 

So to say that she hated Jimin mostly because of their first encounter and because he was the Christmas representative would be quite correct. She didn’t feel like she owed anyone another explanation to hate him; it was quite simple actually. Moreover, she never felt like he ever tried to be nice to her. Ever since they entered the resort the same year, it was like he was spending his time finding new ways to annoy her every day. She tried her best to come up with even more irritating ideas, but she always felt short, not wanting to give up her precious time to him. He didn’t deserve for her to waste her valuable time on ridiculous things like that. Besides, Halloween preparations and meetings for the next year were already on their way. She had other things to think about with the innuendo of the president made earlier in the week still resonating in her mind. 

“Maybe our representative isn’t efficient enough. It would be wise to rethink that choice. I had voted against when we chose the new representative two years ago and last year too, anyway.” 

Her mom just knew how to hurt, didn’t she? Ever since (Y/N) had been chosen as the representative two years ago, her relationship with her mother became hell. Not that it was good before, but it wasn't that bad at least. (Y/N) honestly dreaded the next meeting, but as the current representative, it wasn’t like she had a choice. She was the one who was supposed to preside over the meetings, opening and closing them. It did nothing to help her already sour mood, but at the very least, Yoongi finally joined her for breakfast and she was almost happy to see a familiar face.

“So, you’re ready to be kicked out by the president?” He asked grinning while (Y/N) just sighed. Being part of the Halloween district as well, Yoongi knew just like her what was at stake for that meeting. 

“Please I beg you, remain quiet if it’s the only thing you have to say.” Yoongi chuckled. She made sure to whisper to avoid people from listening to her. She knew how fast gossip went here.

“Ah, I’m deeply sorry, but it does feel like the only thing you enjoy is going to be taken away from you.” He smiled quietly, knowing the truth of his words. To be honest, both knew it. They both knew that she was probably going to be replaced at the end of the next meeting, but she didn’t want to believe it for now. As long as it still had not happened, she would consider it as just being a rumor. Nothing more, nothing less. She had worked so hard, so, so hard despite what everyone said; she had no allies to get there. People from the resort thought that she had been appointed because she was the daughter of the president while the president kept on criticizing her about her work being insufficient and not good enough in front of the whole department, discrediting her as the representative. 

No one was pleased with her work. Everyone double guessed all her decisions because of her mom, even when she was supposed to be the representative for God’s sake! All of them were supposed to listen to her, but no! No, instead, everyone did whatever the fuck they wanted just because they didn’t want to trust her, and they instead went with the second propositions-always oh so much better according to her mother-which always fucked up with the rest of the schedule since everything clashed together as people were following several ideas. 

(Y/N) always had to fix everything up by herself as the good representative she was and the president always took great delight in seeing her struggling and adding a mocking comment, blaming everything on her. Once everything was done, they all celebrated with each other, never mentioning all the work (Y/N) had to fix for everyone. It was apparently easier to blame everything on her and congratulate each other than to acknowledge that she had been right from the very beginning and that they should have just followed her directions. Honestly, she had entertained the thought of quitting the representative position. But her mother was waiting for her to give up. (Y/N) knew it. She was waiting for her to break down to prove to her once again that (Y/N) would never be enough to rival her (not that she wanted to but for some reason, her mother seemed to think otherwise). 

“It’s frustrating. I still love it in a way. Even though I have it hard, and it’s definitely not the most peaceful job, I kind of love it though. But at the same time, I’m so tired to have to stand my ground every single day for people to keep on questioning my legitimacy for the job.” She sighed again, tired. She was honestly so tired. 

Thank god Yoongi knew what she meant because he had been in her shoes 10 years ago. Yet, he had always refused to be associated with the president as a family member, merely acknowledging the fact that they were indeed blood-related. It was funny how many people didn’t know that Yoongi was actually (Y/N)’s brother. Many old workers could probably remember the time when the president was on his back to work harder and not to disappoint the family. But once she had realized that he was a lost cause and would never give more than he wanted to, the expectations had shifted to the youngest one of the family in five years. Yoongi had honestly felt hopeless once he had understood why they had finally left him alone. They had not understood, had they? Their destructive way of pushing them to the top had to stop, and he thought he had made it clear that it would never work. 

No, instead, they had chosen to act as if he had never existed, (Y/N) suddenly becoming an only child, bearing all the resentment of a previous one who shall never be named. 

He had been angry. Angry at his mother, angry at the rest of the family who closed their eyes on all issues as long as it did not stain their reputations, angry at (Y/N) for telling him that it was okay, that she would do whatever their mom wanted her to so that they would finally leave him alone. It did never sit well with him. He had been slightly comforted when she had one day told him that she didn’t dislike it as much as she had thought she would, that she almost liked it, but it did not take back all the shit she endured just for him. 

It was honestly more than just for him. (Y/N) had a lot to prove to her mother, and her stubbornness wouldn’t allow her to give up. Hence, she had always assured Yoongi it was okay. She didn’t mind taking his place if it meant peace for him and a way to prove herself. 

Yet, Yoongi mainly saw the damage that he had done, and he couldn’t help but feel guilty. She had always sworn to him that it was okay, so he pretended it was. But on his side, he made sure people never crossed the line when talking about her, he always made sure to bring her favorite cake once celebrations were done, he always made sure to tell her she did a good job, to give her a short hug, silently telling her that he was here and proud of her. Honestly, he would have given up by now had he been in her position. But she never did, obstinately going against the odd and not caring about what people could say. He was so proud of her, and he would remind her as much as she would need to hear it. And she couldn’t be more grateful. Her brother was the one who helped her go on. 

“Ready?” He asked quietly, leaving the table. The meeting was supposed to start in 10 minutes, they would be early if they left right now, but he knew it would ease her nerves a little bit. Walking always brought some peace for her. 

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” 

It had been such a long day for Jimin. 

He had honestly thought for a brief moment that he couldn’t do it. He needed a break. People were constantly on his back, calling his name whenever something didn’t work, and at some point, he might as well just blow up on everyone because he needed three Jimins to handle everyone. It was starting to feel frustrating; they didn’t need to call him when they weren’t sure about tag names for packets, they could always ask someone else as well. They didn’t need to call him when they had a power cut, it was not his job and he even had a strict restriction; forbidden from going close to the generators (just like everyone did actually, only the engineers were authorized to work on that). They didn’t need to call him when there was no more paper in the printers, they knew where the paper was stocked and could get it by themselves. In a few words: Jimin was tired of being called for nothing and thus becoming late for actual emergencies. 

He managed because he always did. It was one of his numerous talents and mostly the one that got him the representative position. He always found a way to fix what was wrong but he was god damn tired. Couldn’t they think by themselves instead of leaving it all to him? There was no room for complacency. They had a tight schedule and couldn’t afford to take too much time on simple issues. He had calculated everything and made a precise plan, everyone just had to follow it. He was grateful to be trusted to the point that if someone had a problem, they’d go to him first. However, he couldn’t afford to lose so much time on issues that could have been solved without his help. 

His day was still not done even though every worker was leaving for the cafeteria. He still had some checkups to do, and if he noticed anything wrong, he would probably work on it until he was satisfied. Jimin was extremely picky when it came to Christmas. His favorite season only deserved the very best after all. He was about to head to his last destination, the gifs room, before he heard two voices in a corridor nearby. 

“It was a mess apparently.” The voice was recognizable between hundred and Jimin could already tell it was Taehyung from the candy section. He was one of the directors of their district, smoothly running the sweets even though he had been testing Jimin’s nerves recently. Nothing too serious, both were close friends after all. But still enough for Jimin to wonder what he was doing here after the thrown tantrum about chocolate lollipops earlier in the day. 

“Do you think they really kicked her out?” Ah. Jimin knew that voice too. Jungkook, from the engineering team. Had something happened in one of their rooms? Jungkook only came when something needed to be fixed and it was usually Jimin who called for him. Had Taehyung finally decided to make a decision by himself and had called accurate help for an encountered quandary? Instead of just calling Jimin? God, he could probably cry of relief if it was the case. 

“It seems like it, I mean, that’s what Joonie-hyung told me. I never thought for it to be possible but the Halloween district seems to be sterner than rumored after all.” The Halloween district? What could they be talking about? 

“It’s surprising, indeed. Wasn’t their representative the daughter of the president? I thought everyone said she got the job because her mom was the boss, but now everyone is saying that the president was the most adamant to get her out. Weird as fuck.” 

Wait, what? (Y/N) got kicked out? 

“It might be just a rumor as well. You know how anything can get blown out of proportion here.” That was true, but it did nothing to tame Jimin’s questions down. What had happened? Had (Y/N) been removed from her position? Jimin wasn’t a big fan of the Halloween celebrations per-se, but he had to admit that everything was always pretty neat and always unfolded without an itch. So what could have been blamed on her? He wasn’t in the internal team, so maybe there were things that no one except the Halloween department knew of. However, it still seemed weird. (Y/N) loved Halloween, there was no way she would have tried to intentionally fuck something up, and knowing how much of a perfectionist she was, it was also impossible for her to do a mistake or let something wrong happen. But then, what happened? 

It wasn’t like Jimin could randomly go to her and straight-up ask her what happened. She would probably tell him to fuck off. Maybe if he annoyed her enough she would let slip what happened? It would get her mad for sure, but it was the only way to know the truth here. Jimin considered asking someone that could be considered as close to her, yet she also wasn’t talking to a lot of people. He sometimes saw her eating with another boy from the Halloween section-was his name Min Yoongi?- but that was it and it was rather unlikely for the said boy to have any information he’d give freely to a Christmas spirit and especially to Jimin, (Y/N)'s nemesis. Not that it was a common rivalry or whatever, though, for some reasons, a lot of Halloween spirits seemed to hate Christmas ones and vice versa. Hence, Jimin doubted that this Yoongi boy might be willing to help. 

He had to find a way to satisfy his curiosity though.

(Y/N) had been looking for something to eat for the past few minutes, and she was still hesitating between cooking some noodles or just taking some fruits before leaving as quickly as she could.

Did she come late just to avoid everyone because Yoongi told her that they all were speaking about her being demoted from the representative position? 

Yes. That was exactly what she was doing. 

It wasn’t like she couldn’t just glare at everyone and eat in peace, she totally could. However, she did not have the motivation to do that at that moment. She was tired, disappointed, ashamed, and frustrated. So many emotions were mixed together; she almost felt like throwing up. She had been strong for so long, never told anyone how tired she really was; Yoongi probably knew even if she never told him anything. But it always felt like she was running away from something she couldn’t clearly see but could clearly feel. Yoongi had tried to smile at her back then in the middle of this suffocating room, but it only came very sorrowfully, only reminding her how lonely both of them were. 

Alone facing their mother; that was what they were. 

The simple recollection of all of these eyes on her; she could see this surreal scene over and over in her mind with all those votes to demote her, making her sick all over again. Only Yoongi had not raised his hand. 

Only Yoongi. 

She wanted to throw up again, her hand automatically flying to cover her mouth just in case. Had she fucked up that much? How was it possible that no one noticed all the work she had done? Did they just... Not want to see it? No, something had seemed weird; some people had kept their heads down as if trying to escape her eyes. (Y/N) had wondered if something had happened being her back and after some thought, she wouldn’t be that surprised if she came to hear from others that her mother had something to do with those results. By that, she wasn’t speaking about the constant verbal abuse she suffered from every single day, always putting (Y/N)’s authority as a representative into question. No, by that, she rather meant that she could distinctly imagine her mother threatening everyone's job to mess with the outcome of the votes. It was easy and she had the power after all; she could fire anyone of the department from the facility. Knowing how hard it was to get in, no one would risk their precious position for a representative they have no affinity with. (Y/N) knew that some would have probably voted for her demotion anyway, but the single voice of Yoongi not being against her demotion still raised her suspicions. Their mother had thrown him a nasty glare, and he had just smiled cheekily, happy to piss her off as much as he could. His eyes had then landed on (Y/N) but for some reason, even the usually comforting dark orbs were stressing her out more than they should have. The loneliness was heavy to bear with sometimes. 

Or maybe, and just maybe, they just hated her and had indeed voted for her demotion willingly. 

Both options were honestly possible in her opinion. (Y/N) actually wouldn’t be that shocked to realize that everyone had willingly voted her out, even without the intervention of her mother. She had noticed that people had never really liked her. She was the daughter of the president; hence, a threat. If they managed to kick her out of the representative position, it would be easier to get the job now that the competition was not blood-related. Nevertheless, she wanted to chuckle a little bit at how ridiculous it all sounded. After all, both Yoongi and her knew how wrong that was. Blood was merely a hindrance to their mother, yet she’ll keep it to herself. She never really understood why her mother always expected her to be perfect, yet, once she did something good, it felt like her mother tried everything to ruin it. It never made sense for her, but apparently, it sure did for her mother. Though a voice brought her back to reality and she was hoping to be mistaken about the owner of this voice.

“Waiting for me Wednesday?” Oh no, she was definitely not dealing with him and this stupid nickname right now. She had to find an escape, and quickly. If there was anyone who would bluntly rub her defeat in her face, it would be him. And she didn’t really have the patience to deal with him. 

“About to leave actually, ‘night Santa.” She tried her best to dish him promptly, but he blocked her way out. She clicked her tongue, annoyed, yet he barely moved. What was his problem today? Why was he here that late anyway?

“Where do you think you are running like that exactly?” She raised an eyebrow at that, incredulously looking at him. Didn’t she just tell him she was leaving? 

“To my district so that I can have my beauty sleep, now move, Park.” He smirked as she talked; it made her feel anxious. He probably already knew what had happened just like everyone else did, and considering his wicked expression, he was about to use it against her. 

“You sure? Wouldn’t that be to avoid me from knowing that I finally won over you? Christmas representative Jimin 1 - Wednesday 0.” She mentally shrank slightly at that, she knew it was coming but it still felt low from him. Their bickering had never been welcomed but most of the time, it wasn’t mean per se. Her best attack against his stupidity had always been sarcasm and irony, but she didn’t feel like she would be able to do that now, exhaustion taking over her mind for a while. She was so tired to always have to put a front to survive. It wasn’t like she had wanted to be born in this family but it seemed like it only brought her enemy (except for Yoongi). She had always stood tall and she knew that she had to try for a bit longer even though she was wishing for the comfort of her bed; she’d try her best because there was no way she’d give in so easily to him. Anyone but him. 

“Pretty sure you got mixed up, Park. Now fuck off and let me go to sleep.” She was tired and she honestly didn’t want to entertain him. It was about time for him to grow up and stop picking useless fights with her. 

“Come on Wednesday, pretty sure you were the talk of the resort tonight. Not that you haven’t been before.” Why was he trying so hard to piss her off? 

“Do I look like I care?” Her voice came harsher than she had intended to and he almost looked startled but she honestly couldn’t care any less. She wanted to hide, couldn’t he just let it go for once? 

“Come on, tell me what happened. Don’t you want to rant to someone at least?” Her eyes were surprisingly met with something that looked like honesty and kindness. It brought her walls down for a short moment. Did he mean that or was he just fucking with her again? God, why was she even thinking about it? He was probably messing around with her. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing how ashamed she felt. She still could remember that one time when she had actually trusted him. 

Spoiler: it had not ended well for her. 

“So that you can use it against me afterward like that back then when I trusted you? Thanks, I’ll pass the opportunity.” He huffed, hurt flashing in his eyes. She could have imagined it though because he was already smirking again. She wouldn’t be fooled anyway. (Y/N) exactly knew who he was and what he was capable of doing just to humiliate her. It had already happened 2 years ago, and she wouldn’t let him have the upper hand ever again. He had fooled her so easily; she had felt so stupid to have believed in him, to have believed that kindness could be something he actually knew. He had been terribly convincing that day. She had felt so off, had tried to hide it as much as she could, but he had seen right through her, coming to her ‘rescue’. She hadn’t meant for him to see, to be honest. (Y/N) had been feeling like she was about to throw up, with a terrible headache lurking in the back of her head. The loud noises had made her dizzy and she had felt like she might just faint in front of everyone. It had been a weird feeling: witches did not get sick easily. It often meant that something was wrong with their magic. But (Y/N) had never been one to fall sick or to lose control over her powers.

Hence, the constant want to throw up and dizziness had been quite unexpected, and even if she had tried to put a front for the whole day, it had probably been obvious that she hadn’t been feeling her best that day. It had indeed seemed like Jimin had caught her uneasiness quickly and he had decided to shield her from other people's unsettling glances. He had simply taken her hand, had avoided every crowded corridor, kept her behind him before finding a peaceful place for her to rest. (Y/N) had been confused and had rather reluctantly accepted for him to accompany her to the toilet, but he had wordlessly made sure she could drink some water and breath a little. It had been really, really weird. After three years of avoiding him and trying her best to never let him get under her skin every time they had talked to each other, here he was, keeping her hair up for her to throw up, rubbing a comforting hand on her back. He had stayed silent, offering her a helping hand while making sure she wouldn't get cold as he had put his warm jacket on her shoulders. She had been so thankful for his help, even sending him a small smile once they had separated.

From the corner of her eyes, she had seen him waiting for her to get into her room as if making sure she had been okay after everything. That night, she had thought that maybe, just maybe, Park Jimin was not as terrible as she had always believed him to be. Maybe there had been misunderstandings that she had not imagined. It had not been like she had given him the benefit of the doubt. Never once had she tried to see the situations from his side, so maybe, and just maybe, even if he was an annoying brat, Jimin was more than what he let her see. 

However, she had been quickly called back to reality the next day when Yoongi had looked at her and had quickly made a sign for her not to come inside the cafeteria. (Y/N) had raised an eyebrow but had complied anyway, waiting for him to join her. Turned out Jimin had told everyone what happened, making fun of her for her weakness, and had been boasting to be the one who had slipped something in her drink to make sure she wouldn’t sleep for the next few nights. Everyone had been laughing like crazy and even later during that day, she had met sardonic smiles and knowing eyes as if she had been the clown of the facility. She had felt particularly humiliated; if that had been Jimin’s goal, he had perfectly succeeded. Yoongi had asked her if she wanted for him to do something about it. Maybe he could scare that asshole enough for him to leave her alone. It had, according to him, gone slightly too far for him to close his eyes. Yoongi usually stayed out of her business, but her defeated expressions had been the last straw. She had yet declined, telling him not to do anything rash. However, she made a mental note to never trust Park Jimin ever again, and she’d stick to her words. 

“I’m hurt. You won’t tell me? I’ll thus assume that it’s also a win for me again. Must have been hard to get kicked out by mommy. I’d say it’s a solid Christmas representative Park Jimin 2 - Wednesday 0. Should we also count the fact that you have no one to rant to because everyone hates you?” His smirk was now gone, a blank expression was resting on his face but she didn’t pay attention to his facial expression anymore as anger filled her slowly. Couldn’t he let it go? Why was he so determined in being mean? 

“You don’t know when to stop do you?” She asked, growing angrier as she noticed his wicked grin. Everything was a joke to him, even when he said that he was serious, he never was. It angered her to no point. 

“Your reactions are amazing, why would I stop when it’s starting to be fun?” He chuckled but she barely heard it as her annoyance and the oppression of the whole situation made her want to throw up again. “So come on, what happened? You were a bad girl and didn’t get a present? Oh wait no, it’s a Christmas thing, you probably don’t know what the words ‘present’ and ‘kindness’ mean. But something must have happened, didn’t it?” He grinned, but his expression fell slightly as he noticed (Y/N)’s empty eyes. Had he gone too far? His own anger had been triggered but maybe he shouldn’t have reacted that way. 

“It’s not something you’d ever understand, Jimin.” He chuckled at her lack of enthusiasm. Scratch that guilt he felt in the pit of his stomach; she was despicable when she wanted to, always speaking as if she was superior or some shit, he hated that haughty tone she sometimes had. 

“Well for sure, it can’t be funny to be you: grumpy and annoying but also hated and alone. Again a win for me! Maybe I should actually ask for a trophy of something!” 

“Sure go ahead, Park. How does it feel to be the winner for the very first time since you entered the resort? Isn't it tiring to always have to try to outdo me just to feel better about your pitiful self?” That stroke a nerve, she saw in his eyes but she refused to care about it, not for someone like him. What was he expecting when he was being a jerk anyway? For her to start crying or something? She was just so tired, she wanted to sleep. He wanted to be mean? Fine, she’d do the same. If it meant he’d leave her alone, she’d do anything. 

“Fuck off (L/N). I won’t be nice and let you say whatever you want just because you’re the daughter of the Halloween department.” It seemed like his ton changed, (Y/N) felt it but again, devil may care. It wasn’t like he did have it coming. She scoffed at his ‘I won’t be nice’. He had never been nice with her, to begin with, so it wouldn’t make that much of a difference anyway. 

“Stop trying so hard to rill me up just to see my reactions and maybe I’ll be nicer. I asked you to move away, just comply and let me leave. Had you let me go, I would have been out of sight already.” Had he just moved away, she would have been gone already. Why did he have to be pestering her in her worst moment? 

“Had a bad day? Ashamed that the team kicked you out? No one is surprised, you know? Everyone hates you, it’s not like anyone would have stood up for a fool like you.” Now he was looking for what would hurt the most; she just had to try to not let it get at her. 

“You’re unable to understand my language or what? I told you to fuck off and to let me leave.” His words would have barely made her wince normally, yet at that moment she knew it was not meant jokingly and she still had in mind the votes that happened during the meeting. His words were hitting a little bit too harshly. She didn’t know what she hated the most between him meaning it or knowing that what he said was true. Probably both. 

“Yeah, I’d better do that before you start throwing a tantrum, right?” He dared to smirk and she just shoved him aside, pushing him as strongly as she could. He almost fell backward, surprised by her sudden action. She tried to hide her face as well as she could because she feared that she wouldn’t be able to trust herself to keep her tears at bay for much longer. 

“I said fuck off.” She tried her best to keep her chin up, not letting her tears fall because he did not deserve any of them. She was mostly frustrated more than angry at him in particular. Or was she? He was probably right away, so why should she be mad at him for that? Or maybe it hurt because it came from him-

She needed to sleep.

Jimin had messed up. 

He had never meant to get that hurt as he got greeted with her walls when he mentioned what happened, but he did. He got angry because he knew exactly what she meant when she told him that he wouldn’t fool her twice. He knew what she was referring to and it had felt so unfair for him who took all the blame while he had actually done nothing wrong. He had really wanted to help her that day, but then rumors came that he had been the one slipping something in her drink and he never denied them; he even did quite the opposite, yet, he never got the opportunity to come clean and to say that it wasn’t him because even his closest friends had praised him. It had felt so wrong to be praised for something he never did, and mostly for something so mean? Why had people been so happy about knowing she had been miserable all day? It had disturbed him but he never got to clear the misunderstanding; he was used to it by now but for her to use it against him? It had angered him as he could remember what had truly happened that particular day and he suddenly had crossed all lines, disrespecting and obviously hurting her. It was the first time that he saw that glint in her eyes. He had felt instant remorse after she had left, but he had not been sure if chasing after her would have helped in any way. 

He had never been able to apologize for what happened five years ago; there was little to no chance that she would ever let him apologize and it seemed like misunderstandings just kept on pilling up between the two of them. However, he wanted to apologize, now more than ever. But would he ever find a way to? Maybe he should just give up and avoid her at all costs because he kept on hurting her when they interacted. 

It had never been in his intentions to hurt her; he just had wanted to know what had truly happened rather than to rely on groundless rumors. Was he that socially awkward when it came to her? Why had he started by insulting her rather than being honest with what he had wanted? He knew that he might have never given her a reason to trust him; he loved annoying her after all, that was a fact. 

However, it was mostly always light heartened, never meant to actually trouble her; besides, she was fun to be around. She was witty, clever, and always had something to counter him. In short, he would like to be able to call her his friend, but it was probably one-sided and he wasn’t too sure about what he should do about it. So he ruminated the whole night, thinking of ways to properly apologize to her and he opted for waiting for her at the cafeteria the next morning. He even woke up early to be sure that he wouldn’t miss her. Yet, once he reached the cafeteria, Jimin was not really expecting to see her already there with Min Yoongi, eating at 4 am. He had not foreseen them both to be together and not that early either. Were they so early to be sure they would avoid everyone? The Christmas department was coming around 5 since it was their busy time of the year, was it the reason they were up so early? To avoid everyone, including the Christmas department? Jimin silently hoped she didn’t mean to especially avoid his department. 

“You’re gonna make me follow this crazy schedule for long?” He could hear their voices clearly from where he stood and even though Jimin had not meant to eavesdrop, that was exactly what he ended up doing as he hid close to the main door, making sure he would be able to run away if something came up. 

“I never said you had to come, you came on your own.” She grumbled and Jimin almost wanted to giggle at how childish she sounded. Who was that girl, and what had she done to the (Y/N) he knew? Jimin found himself curious; his curiosity overtook his silent shame for listening to their conversation. Now he had many questions and one fo them was: were they close to each other? It seemed like they knew each other well even though Jimin rarely saw any of them talking to anyone. They both weren’t the most social people of the resort. He did notice that they ate together sometimes but they usually just sat at a table and ate silently. He didn’t expect them to be actually friendly interacting with each other. 

“What kind of brother would I be if I left you alone with your miserable mindset? You’d be able to cast a weird spell on yourself to try to forget what happened, can’t have that happening.” Jimin blinked a few times, shivering slightly. He replayed the sentence in his mind, trying to make sense of what he just heard.

Brother?

Yoongi was (Y/N)’s brother?

“Still the best. I mean, I only have you anyway so you’re always going to be the best.” Yoongi laughed a bit at that, grinning cheekily. 

“Could you be a little bit more appreciative of my undying support? I’d still be your favorite whether we had more siblings or not.” He was teasing her but it looked like she wasn’t getting the joke. Or she did, but she didn’t acknowledge it as such, taking it to heart instead. 

“You know I love and appreciate you. I don’t know what I would do without you-” 

“Okay Shakespeare, we do not need a sudden love declaration. I was merely joking, not actually questioning if I’m a good brother or not because we both know damn well I’m the best and that you love me.” Yoongi seemed to be desperately trying to lift her mood by joking lightly but it didn’t seem to have much effect on her.

“I’m sorry Yoongs.” Jimin winced at the dejected tone he could hear. It felt wrong. To be honest, everything from the situation he was in felt wrong. He knew he shouldn’t be listening to a private conversation but he couldn’t help it; he had to listen. For once, it felt like he was listening to (Y/N), as in the real one, not the one hidden behind layers and layers of sarcasm. But this (Y/N) sounded so tired, so out of it. He wished he could just shake some sense into her. 

“Stop apologizing. You’re always saying sorry. Stop being sorry for existing. The president would blame everything on you if she had the opportunity. If she were to be able to blame you for wasting air, she’d do it. So stop being so apologetic, will you? You need to stand up for yourself more than that or else she’ll destroy your life. She shifted her expectations on you because she realized that she couldn’t do anything about me. And since you’re more on the tender side, you’re easier to break and she’s making sure you won’t try to defy her authority and stay pliant to her will.” She frowned at his words.

“I’m not on the ‘tender side’ or whatever that means.” Yoongi scoffed at her words and she pouted.

“You’re definitely on the tender side when you look at our family. They could be professional killers and I wouldn’t even be surprised. You, on the other side, prefer making flower crowns and decorating them. And it’s not a bad thing, actually having feelings won’t make you weaker, you know?” Yoongi had a soft smile dancing on his lips and Jimin was pretty sure it was the first time he saw the older man smiling. He had never really taken the time to properly look at Yoongi before, too intimidated to do so, but each time he had seen him, his face had been devoid of any emotion. It felt weird to see the older man so open with his words and emotions. 

“Don’t try to tell me that you’re like the rest of them and don’t have any feeling left because we both know that’s not true.” (Y/N) giggled silently and Jimin saw Yoongi’s smile deepening slightly, happy to hear her giggle even if it still was really quiet. It felt like a small victory for Yoongi to see a smile creeping on his sister’s features. 

“Yeah, yeah, I have a massive and stupid crush on that boy from this ridiculous Carnival department, I know! We already went through my emotional distress together and I’d rather not go through everything again.” Jimin smiled softly once he heard (Y/N)’s laugh. It might as well be the first time he heard her laughing. Had anyone ever witnessed them like that? Where did all the rumors about the Halloween department being boring and unable to joke around come from when Jimin was able to observe those two? Where the fuck did all of those rumors come from? 

“Very true. What was his name already? Hoseok or something?” Oh. Jimin knew that name well. He tried his best to not focus too much on their conversation to give them somewhat privacy, but the name rang a bell a little bit too loudly to him. If they were talking about the Jung Hoseok, the one that Jimin was thinking about, it was… Quite surprising knowing that Yoongi never really talked to anyone while Hoseok was quite the social butterfly. But hey! Maybe they would match well who knows! Opposites attract as we say. Besides, (Y/N) and Yoongi were both showing personalities he never thought to be possible for them to have, so nothing was unimaginable at this point. 

“Yeah, yeah, shut up now. I think I gave you enough information on me for you to ruin my peace forever.” He sounded annoyed but was nevertheless smiling softly. Jimin found it hard to believe in the annoyance that Yoongi tried to display. 

“It’s only fair. You saw me at my worst; had you wanted to make my life a living hell, you’d have material.” Jimin could hear how her voice had picked up, less slurring on her words and a bit more energetic. It sounded more like her again, more vivacious and more lively. He preferred that voice much more than the one he first heard as he came into the cafeteria. 

“True, anyway. I’ll go back to sleep, if the president says something about my absence during the meeting, just tell her you didn’t see me. I’ll deal with her later if she ever comes to complain.” Yoongi got up, getting his things before starting leaving, making Jimin panic knowing that he was hidden in front of the main door. He tried to hide further behind the door, but he feared that one of them would be able to see him. He had never been too good at hiding and even though his first thought of staying close to the main door in an emergency situation had been great, he had not realized that his escape would also be very hard to miss if he were to start running. 

“Unlikely. You have not been considered as her son ever since I was born. Pretty sure she even won’t ask about you and say that everyone is here.” Jimin’s eyes widened a bit at that. He had known that something had to be wrong within their family but he would have never guessed it went that far. Yet again, as he remembered what he had seen the day he met (Y/N), he could recollect pretty well feeling like there was more than was he was able to see. The grip of the president on (Y/N)’s shoulder had not seemed soft at all. He wouldn’t have been surprised if it had even left a bruise. 

“Hey, at least, it comes with some benefits, I can miss any meeting I want, she won’t ever say something to me. No chance to be picked as the representative as well, I’m protected against any kind of verbal or physical abuse you had to go through”, Yoongi was coming closer to the door and Jimin could hear him more clearly. Fuck. He was fucked, wasn’t he? How could he explain what he was doing here, hidden behind the door? He closed his eyes tightly hoping to not encounter this embarrassing situation. He could already feel the shame creeping. Wait- did Yoongi just imply that (Y/N) had been exposed to verbal and physical abuse by their mother?

“I only wish, sleep well!” (Y/N) seemed to leave from the other side as weird as it seemed. Jimin wondered where she was going as he barely heard her muffled voice. The Halloween district was in the opposite direction. It was weird, but he would worry about that later. He was more anxious at the idea of Min Yoongi being at maybe 30 centimeters from him. He didn’t really know how close the older man was as he was too scared to peak, scared that his cover would be blown up if he moved. Instead, he gulped silently, waiting for Yoongi to disappear as he heard some low chuckles right next to him. 

God, he couldn’t stop shaking. He closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the worst to happen. Jimin didn’t know why-especially after the trivial conversation he heard between the two siblings-but he was honestly scared shitless of Yoongi. He seemed like the kind of person who could easily ruin someone’s life. He was a powerful warlock, no one had really seen him use his powers, but his aura was enough to intimidate more than one (Jimin included). Yet, the man took off, not looking back and Jimin clearly heard his footsteps fading away. He let a shaky breath out from his mouth realizing how long he had kept it inside. He wanted to laugh at himself; he must have looked really stupid, hiding as well as he could, shitting himself.

But honestly? Nothing could have prepared him for what happened right after he started giggling in the middle of the entrance of the cafeteria. A cold breeze suddenly closed the doors in front of his nose and a dark chuckle resonated right next to him. 

“You’ll keep that to yourself, won’t you, Park?” A shudder ran through Jimin’s spine as he suddenly heard Yoongi’s voice again. His heartbeat picked up and his breathing got stuck in his throat. His eyes scanned the whole area but to no avail. Yoongi had physically already left but Jimin’s mind was a wreck. He had seen him go; he could swear he heard him leave! He had waited for him to be fully gone before getting out of his hideout; he heard him leaving, he was sure of it! 

But where was he? He just heard his voice clearly and he couldn’t have mistaken it. 

Actually, he did not want to know where the older man was. He was a warlock, he had probably his own ways. Jimin didn’t want to know; he’ll act as if nothing happened. Jimin? Here? In the cafeteria this early? No, never heard of that scenario. Though, Jimin nervously gulped as thoughts were racing in his mind. 

Had Yoongi known that he was here for the whole time?

It was probably obvious, but Jimin was still freaking out 6 hours after he heard Yoongi’s voice (he couldn’t figure out if Yoongi had already left or not, and he honestly still didn’t want to figure it out). The doors closing on him and his dark chuckles had been enough for Jimin to be freaked out for the day and probably the next few years. Not only had the whole thing terrified him, but he also was freaking out each time he thought that he could see Yoongi in the hallways. Technically impossible since Yoongi was most probably in his department and he had no reason to come to the Christmas one. If anything, from what he understood, he should be roaming somewhere in the carnival section hallways if he was not sleeping in his room. 

Not that he kept track with what Yoongi had said, but Jimin had almost spilled the beans to Hoseok when he saw him during the lunch break. Though, as Jimin had started talking, his voice got suddenly caught in his throat and he found himself physically unable to continue. Panicking as his voice wasn’t coming through, his eyes met Yoongi’s one for less than a second before the older disappeared with a sadistic smile. Jimin broke into a fit of coughing and everyone had come around, asking him if he was okay. He had to lie through his teeth, telling everyone he shouldn’t have joked around as he was drinking, chuckling as everyone laughed, but he knew that he was now monitored. 

Jimin wasn't dumb and he was now terrified of Yoongi, 100% sure that the one who had controlled his body during a fraction of seconds had been him. He couldn’t prove it, he had somehow felt his presence before meeting his eyes (that or he had imagined Yoongi’s eyes; too creeped out by the older man. He wouldn’t be too surprised if he had started seeing abnormal things everywhere, even if it was mere fragments of his imagination. He now would never be able to be sure if it was only his mind messing up with him, but maybe he would pretend he was going crazy instead of believing what he saw. It would be slightly less creepy). 

He was too proud to admit it, but he acted like a fool for the whole day; weird yells or sudden glances as if trying to see if he was followed. He brushed the weird stares and questions by telling everyone he had a rough night (which wasn’t that far from the truth, but still), and his department weirdly understood, all looking rather guilty as if thinking that they were responsible for his discomfort and fatigue. Technically, it was not that wrong, some of them had been insufferable for the past few days. However, Jimin truly had another preoccupation and he wasn’t really sure how to handle it. It almost felt like he was being haunted: and it was needless to say that he didn't enjoy it at all. 

He even thought of finding the older man and begging for him to leave him alone, but his proud persona prevented him from giving in. He would be strong and survive this hardship, just like he always did. He still had his apology for (Y/N) in the back of his head, he would find a way for that, but for now, he had to save himself from the devil. Was Yoongi a warlock? Jimin would be tempted to say that he was more of a demon than anything else but he’d keep that to himself, Yoongi might hear him after all. 

What if he could hear his thoughts too? Jimin was doomed. 

Though, Jimin honestly almost lost it when a mirror broke in front of him as he was washing his hands. Jimin had been looking at his hair when the mirror shattered right where he was looking at. He yelled before noticing that the rest of the mirror was spotless, leaving only his face distorted on the broken glass. He shuddered with horror after inspecting the mirror. He might have to take back his previous “I'm gonna be strong and courageous!” Because this was getting ridiculous. At this point, he started fearing that he might die of a heart attack if it went on for any longer. 

So Jimin surprisingly gulped down his stupid pride, sighed heavily before heading to the Halloween department. His presence should have been noticed and intercepted but he looked so angry, so determined to find the source of his troubles that no one dared to stop him as they met the furious fairy in the corridors. A rare sight to see Jimin, the happiest fairy of the resort, looking so furious. Most of the creatures of the Halloween department just made room for him to find his target and went on their day as if they had seen nothing. 

Jimin turned for a while, trusting his guts when it came to finding the older man, but a voice cut him abruptly in his thoughts. He recognized (Y/N)’s voice immediately, not even needing to see her to make sure it was her; he just knew it was her. Jimin halted his determined steps despite the mission he had set himself on. 

Maybe it was his moment to finally apologize. After all, nothing could stop him right now. Actually, that was a bit rash to say that because Yoongi could probably prevent him from finally saying sorry if he decided to show up, but Jimin would probably start yelling at him before a spell could be cast. The platinum-haired man had ruined his day enough, he didn’t need more to be done to break the last straw that kept him sane. 

Jimin came slowly, trying to keep his presence unnoticed as he heard the young woman listing some items. As he got closer, he noticed that she was in a cold room, obviously shivering because of the temperature. The place did not look like a cold room at all. If he were to be honest; it looked more like a regular storage space than anything else. Jimin finally took his time to take in his surroundings now that his anger temporarily died down; he had never ventured into the Halloween district and the place was surprisingly rather normal. He had expected black alleys, spiders, and dust everywhere, but he was met with light brown corridors, a red carpet almost covering the totality of the wooden floor with very normal lights, and a very clean space in general. Surprised, he walked further into the room, closing the door behind him as he hoped for some privacy and maybe to prevent her from bolting out in an instant as well. (Y/N)’s nose was red and he suppressed the urge to chuckle at how cute she looked. It felt like the winter-ish feeling of Christmas was embracing her and Jimin could have honestly believed that she was part of the Christmas department when she looked that endearing with her steamy glasses and trembling hands. The moment seemed surreal in Jimin’s eyes; she appeared so soft and calm, surrounded by levitating flasks as she elegantly pointed for some of them to rise in the air, and for others to take their places instead. It was something that Jimin could do too but seeing someone else do that so effortlessly still amazed him. She seemed so concentrated that Jimin didn’t dare to say anything, not wanting to creep her out and for her to let the flasks fall. The last thing he wanted was to bother her and make her do a mistake again. 

Instead, he took his time to reformulate his apology in his head, trying to think of what would be the most efficient way to say sorry. It had been years, years he had wanted to apologize, and now might be his chance. Maybe luck was finally on his side. 

However, (Y/N) suddenly turned away from the shelf she had been working on to fetch a book behind her and her eyes immediately met Jimin’s surprised ones. She almost yelled and it took all her concentration not to break the link she had created with the flasks, which were still in the air. Jimin brought his two hands in front of him as if to prove he was harmless and tried to avoid any abrupt movement.

“Hey, sorry, I didn’t mean to creep you out, I swear.” Jimin tried to smile softly, yet his gentle tone was met with a wall. And a very high one at that. Her eyes were empty and her whole features were devoid of any emotions; it caught him by surprise but he shouldn’t be. What he saw at the cafeteria was not something he was supposed to see. This harsh and empty look was one she reserved for everyone else. 

“What are you doing here?” She was obviously not bothering with small talk; she directly went to the main question without adding anything. 

“I… Came for someone else first, but then I saw you and I thought that mayb-” Jimin didn’t get to finish his sentence that (Y/N) was already cutting him abruptly.

“Did you close the door?” Jimin raised an eyebrow at the question. Was she ashamed to be seen with him? Or maybe it could bring her troubles? He wasn’t too sure but he still felt the need to ask.

“Ugh, yeah I did, why? Is that a bad thing?” Maybe he should have said he didn’t because her demeanor changed drastically after his sentence. Her already pale skin became whiter and he saw her shivers ragging through her body for a quick second. He almost got closer to her in a reflex, but her voice stopped him before he could move. 

“Park Jimin you didn’t just lock us in a cold room, did you?” His eyes grew wider- lock them?

“What do you mean lock us in? I just closed the door, I didn’t use any keys.” 

“This door has a spell system. Only I, the president, and someone else can open it and only from the outside.” Oh. 

Oh, fuck he just locked them inside. 

“Hey, I’m a talented fairy, do you really think a magic door can keep me locked up?” Jimin tried to joke around, but her blank expression stopped his nervous chuckle. He noticed that something was wrong. He couldn’t really explain it but he didn’t think that he ever saw her reacting like that. It didn’t seem like she was shivering because of the cold anymore. 

“You better get us out quickly then, Park.” (Y/N)’s voice was barely stronger than a whisper and for some reasons, it made him nod wordlessly, concentrating on his task. It took him a few seconds to focus but he quickly could see the door from outside in his mind, reaching for the spell that was outside. With a warm bright glow surrounding his body, his iris turned gold as he breathed slowly. His wings suddenly appeared without him summoning them and they wriggled slightly. He usually didn’t like for his wings to be out, he always feared to get hurt, but right now, he had another priority. His slow and deep breathing also stabilized his golden wings as he focused on steadying himself before acting. He had to be slow and delicate otherwise he could potentially make the other spell act up. Jimin didn’t know what the spell was so better safe than sorry; he didn’t want to mess up. He could feel the door move slightly as his powers started working on it. However, it also felt like removing it would be harder than he first imagined as Jimin felt it resist strongly under his slim fingers; the person who cast the spell must have been pretty determined to let no one in. He winced a bit, not sure if he could do it but he had to try. It was getting cold, even for him who could regulate the temperature of his body. He could only imagine how cold it was for (Y/N). So he breathed in and out once again and pushed his magic a bit further to collide with the enchanted door. 

However, he suddenly had to jolt away as the charm burned his finger; his glow quickly disappeared, unable to maintain the connection with the door, yet his wings caught his weight promptly as they started flapping quickly, preventing him from falling down. Jimin watched his hands with wide eyes, examining the reddened and itchy skin. It was the first time a spell physically hurt him while trying to lift it and it caught him out of guard. He didn’t expect it at all and his hands would be hurting for a while seeing how burnt they had already gotten. As his eyes turned back to their original color again, he was met with apparent confusion on (Y/N)’s features who was silently asking him what was wrong. 

“The charm is physically refusing to let me. I think I was close to removing it, but it started burning my skin so I had to break the link. I’m sorry I don’t think I can do it without getting myself too hurt to even finish the job.” He honestly felt bad to tell her that because he was indeed the one who brought them into this situation. It wasn’t like he did it on purpose, but still. 

“Fucking shit, Y-Yoonie please h-hear my voice.” Her stutter brought him back from his thoughts as he noticed that she was violently shaking. The cold was hitting him too, but he wasn’t sure if she was shaking that much because of it or because of something else. 

“What? Yoonie?” His question was quite clear even though he didn't word it fully: who was she talking about? 

“Shut the fuck up, I-I… I need to concentrate.” Jimin was left unsure, but the cold was definitely biting. He hoped that whoever she was talking about would answer her 'call’. He watched her closely, noticing her eyes tightly shut and her trembling lips. Jimin briefly wondered if he should say something but he decided against it. Had they been on friendlier terms, he might have wanted to interrupt her but he kept his thoughts to himself, worried about upsetting her more than she already seemed to be. But as the minutes passed by, the air was still motionless and nothing seemed to have happened if not for her shivers to have worsened. So maybe, he should intervene. 

“Is… everything working out?” He didn't intend to sound so perplexed, but he couldn’t really help the confusion that melted in his voice. However, before he could voice his concern further, her knees unexpectedly hit the ground while her legs gave up. She collapsed abruptly, sobs leaving her shivering form. 

Fuck, he knew he should have shut up.  

“Hey… Are you alright?” He didn't dare step much closer but he also couldn't leave her like that. Her hands fled to her ears as she curled up on herself as if trying to block any sight of reality, be it visual or auditory. Unsure of what to do, Jimin walked to her and crouched down to her level, tentatively rubbing his hand on her back as his eyes turned gold again, trying to focus on getting his hand warm enough so that she would feel it under her clothes. She didn’t move, didn’t yell at him, or didn’t fight him back; it worried him maybe more than everything he saw until now. He had caught that something had to be wrong from the start, her goosebumps had seemed slightly too strong to be caused by the cold only, but he had been unable to pinpoint the roots of the problem. “What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” Jimin tried his best to sound softer than he usually did and for a second, he felt like the little boy who entered the resort for the first time and saw this pretty ‘human’ in the corridors all over again. He temporarily forgot about their ongoing war and wondered where it went so wrong between the two of them. 

He had never hated her, contrary to what she seemed to believe. Jimin even used to have it hard to prevent himself from blushing each time her gaze caught his as he was looking at her when he thought she wasn’t looking. He had been enamored with the pretty witch that everyone warned him about. More than once had he wished for a short moment with her to apologize for every misunderstanding and for them to maybe become friends. Yet, it never happened; he even lost the motivation to try. Jimin pondered: where did the stubborn boy he used to be go for him to give up so easily? It had been uncharacteristic of him to give up like that, and he had berated himself for that. However, her constant coldness and the wall she had put between the two of them had been hard to swallow for him. Jimin was not used to be disliked that much; some people were probably not big fans of his, but no one had ever dared to make it so obvious to him because a sad or hurt fairy was never a good news; it was more like a sign of bad luck. (Y/N) never seemed to care as she made her hatred for him clear for everyone to see. The hurt of her rejection had been the hardest to accept for him, so he had stopped trying so much, wanting to avoid hearing her cutting words. 

Jimin swallowed harshly as he felt his negative emotions rising in his body. Tears were about to swell up in his eyes, and he wondered if he shouldn’t use his powers on her to put her to sleep to avoid any harsh comments or screams, especially if she panicked like that. Jimin was tired of being treated as if he was the plague itself. It felt wrong, oh so wrong, to be considered as a jerk. It would probably hurt less had it been anyone else, nonetheless, he had hoped that the charming witch would have seen above her prejudices. Yet, she never did. Jimin yet shook away the idea of putting her into a slumber; she would probably think that he did something to her without her consent and he was definitely not getting a misunderstanding again. Not anymore; he was too tired to risk anything else. However, as he ranted to himself  in his mind, he barely heard her mumbling something through her tears and the sound of her broken voice made his heart clench. It brought back his original question: what the hell was happening?

“What did you just say?” Jimin whispered gently. 

He heard a very quiet ‘get away from me’ and he giggled bitterly, yet, slightly relieved that she was still fighting him even in this situation; she was okay. Well, it didn’t look like she was, but she was good enough to try and fight him back. It made him somewhat smirk. 

“Can’t you let me help you for once? I can warm you up if you allow me to. I can regulate the temperature of my body and temporarily become your personal heater.” Jimin smiled warmly as his eyes turned golden again. He tried to hide the thick concern that was probably obvious in his iris because he wasn’t quite sure it would be well-received. It was still (Y/N) he was talking about, after all. 

“Y-You’ll make fun of me.” It was louder than he expected her to answer but he still had to keep his ears wide open to hear what she said. Nevertheless, for a brief moment, he thought that he might have preferred not to hear it as he understood that she thought he would make fun of her. Where did that though even come from? He wasn’t one to use someone’s weakness against them- 

Well. Technically, he wasn’t, but he always did stupid things when it came to (Y/N)... It didn’t hurt any less to hear it from her, though. 

“I’m not. If you had ever taken the time to hear me out and talk to me, you would have noticed a lot more than what you decided for me to be.” Jimin’s voice became quieter and quieter as he spoke. He was pretty sure that it clearly wasn’t the moment for his apologies and explanations, but he felt like she had always been judging him because of the prejudices she held against him while he honestly wanted to help. Like right now, it didn’t even cross his mind to make fun of her. 

As she confusedly raised her head a little from her knees, her wet and red eyes were met with his gentle golden orbs, and he slowly came closer to her, opened his arms slightly for her to slide in between his warm embrace, wanting to create a warm shield between them and the cold. 

Jimin stayed like that for a good minute, eyes pleading her to stop being so stubborn and to come to him. She logically had to understand that it would be the best for her, wouldn’t she? She had to be less obstinate than that, right? Jimin watched her conflicted expression as if she was trying to weigh the pros and cons. At some point (Y/N) made her choice; she gulped down her pride and tried to keep the shivers down as she snuggled closer to the fairy, warmth engulfing her trembling form. She mentally scolded herself as she knew that he would use this moment against her later on, but she temporarily needed him to fight against the cold. The fairy was glowing brightly and she could already feel the warmth that was surrounding him; she almost wanted to whine at how unfair everything was. Why did it have to be her nemesis that she ended up being locked up with? She still subconsciously leaned closer after she got a quick taste of the heat he was emanating. Jimin softly smiled, understanding that she was finally giving in as he closed his arms around her. His hand slid behind her head, fingers intertwining in some hair strands, trying to bring her freezing forehead closer to his neck so that she could feel the warmth directly from his skin. Her cold skin gently met his warm one. She let a shaky breath out without wanting to, and her arms automatically wrapped themselves around Jimin’ waist, seeking for his comfort. Jimin hugged her tighter, bringing her as close to him as he could. Once she was close enough in his opinion, he let his cheek fall on the top of her head, getting comfortable against her. It felt like the air surrounding them changed; it became stiller but also safer as if time had stopped in its tracks with only their breath to confirm that they were both still alive.  

Jimin had thought that his body would tense, yet, as he could feel her form relax against him, his muscles quickly went limp under her rather light weight. He wondered if he should try and ask the questions that had been burning his tongue, try to get an answer as to know what the hell did he just witness. Yet, he didn’t want to break the sudden tranquility that surrounded them; it might be the first time that both were in each other presence without scream at each other. It was comforting, he thought. For once, he felt like he could finally enjoy her presence without needing to be an ass about it or find a way to annoy her for it to be normal. 

Neither of them dared talking, afraid that it would just end up with yells and disappointment. On that note, they were strangely similar and very oblivious to the other’s struggles. They both didn’t want to ruin the peaceful atmosphere surrounding them, worried about the answer of the other if they dared to ask the questions running through their heads. It was funny how unaware they were about their similarities, yet here they were, stuck in the same place, unable to get out. 

“H-How are we going to make it out though?” Her quiet voice caught Jimin’s attention. He sighed gently.

“I’m not sure, to be honest. I’m a disaster when it comes to telepathy. I’m awful at it…” He had thought about it, but all his attempts had been unsuccessful ever since he started trying it out. He was not really gifted when it came to mind-focussed things. Jimin was rather skillful when it came to more physical things. She answered him quietly.

“I’m… normally pretty good at it but I can’t seem to focus enough for anything to come out. I w-wanted to call for someone I know that would be able to open the door, but it’s not working…” Jimin was surprised at that. He knew she was a powerful witch, that was no secret. He hadn’t been one to be able to witness it a lot, but she was pretty much gifted. Hence, it only strengthened his questions: what was wrong?

“Is the room enchanted as well to prevent people from using their powers?” 

“N-No, otherwise you wouldn’t have been able to use yours earlier.” True, he had forgotten about that.

“Then… Why?” He felt her tense but chose to keep quiet about it. The last thing he wanted to, was for her to feel embarrassed or something. Yet, a heavy silence fell between the two of them and Jimin wanted to slap himself for asking; it was not even like he had not just told himself that he should probably avoid asking questions so that it wouldn’t grow weird between them. That was totally what he had been thinking of for a while but he still exactly did that and what happened? It got weird and uncomfortable. 

“P-Panic attacks and spell casting don’t mix well together with me…” Jimin didn’t utter a word but instead, he started rubbing circles in her back with his hand, trying to be as comforting as he could while waiting for her to continue. Maybe for once he’d get a proper explanation. “Mother used to lock us in our rooms when we didn’t meet her expectations.” She stuttered on her words. 

He didn’t say anything, but Jimin guessed that when she said ‘we’ she meant Yoongi and her. “She cast a spell so that we couldn’t get out and made sure the lights were off so that w-we could ‘reflect on our behavior’. B-Being locked up in a room without a means to get out is-” (Y/N) couldn’t continue as she felt a lump in her throat. She tried her best to keep the tears at bay but to no avail. One silent drop fell on the ground, wordlessly accompanied by more that were already rolling on her cheeks. She started trembling slightly again but suddenly, she felt Jimin cradling her closer, just like a child, as he hummed. 

“It’s a trauma.” He ended her sentence quietly, finally understanding what had previously happened. She got a panic attack after realizing that she was blocked here. 

”I’m sorry, it’s my fault we’re locked here. I didn’t mean for us to get stuck nor for you to be  triggered. I’m really sorry, (Y/N).” His voice sounded so apologetic that it surprised her. She didn’t expect for him to care. Maybe he didn’t and he was just fooling her again. 

“It’s not like your not going to use that against me once we g-get out of here, don’t apologize when y-you don’t mean it.” Maybe it was harsher than what she intended to formulate, but she still didn’t want to be taken aback anymore. (Y/N) was done with being played by him. 

“What do you mean? Why would I use it against you?” Jimin sounded offended and she wanted to snort at that. 

“You already did that once, I can’t be fooled again, Park. I know your games, last time you ended up being the person who had slipped something in my d-drink. If you think I forgot, then you’re dully mistaken.” Her words stopped him in his reply because he knew what she was talking about. She was bringing up that story again. He knew what everyone had said and what he, himself, had explained. 

How could he explain what happened? 

A heavy silence fell between them and Jimin tried his best not to lose focus on his goal; keep (Y/N) warm. If he could at least do one thing right, he would try to do it. Besides, would she even hear him out if he tried to explain? Would it make sense after all these years to finally get the truth out? 

“It wasn’t me.” He admitted quietly. He might as well tell her the truth, whether she believed it or not.

“What did you just say?” She squinted her eyes, scoffing at his reply.  

“It wasn’t me who slipped that thing in your drink.”

“Then why did everyone say it was you? I literally heard you saying that.” She wasn’t stupid. At first, she had refused to believe it. She had seen the way Jimin had cared for her, had taken her away from the nasty glances, shielding her from everyone. It couldn’t have been him, or so she had believed until she had heard it from his mouth when she had come in the cafeteria. 

“I did tell people it was me…” He seemed conflicted, omitting something to the story and she didn’t like that. She had been the clown of the resort back then, didn’t she deserve the full explanation now?

“Then why are you saying it was not you right now? You’re not making any sense, Park.” He sighed at her angry tone. 

Fuck that, he had to tell her.

“I didn’t see who did it but I saw fairy powder in your drink. This is why I reacted quickly, I tried to help you out while noting down that it was the doing of a fairy but I didn’t know who exactly. Their print should have been easily recognizable had I been able to get your drink quickly but once I got the glass you used, it had already been washed without any smell left for me to find out who had done it. Since I had missed the opportunity, I thought I would catch them if I pretended it was me because we both know how proud fairies are. I thought they would be too proud of their prank not to manifest themselves for the ‘glory’ that came after doing their stupid prank. However, they did not and I ended up being the ‘culprit’ of it but you have to believe me when I tell you that it wasn’t me. Why would I have done something that stupid?” She fumbled a bit after his explanation because after all, it could be true. His explanations did somehow make sense and as she looked into his eyes, she was met with such a pure honesty that she had trouble looking away. Yet, Jimin took that as a sign that she didn’t believe him.

“Come on, if you want you can use a spell for me to only be able to say the truth, I promise you’ll hear the same answer.” It had not even crossed her mind to do that. She didn’t feel comfortable using her abilities on other people. She tried to never use it, at least, as much as she could. Though, it was a tempting offer. She had never thought anymore would willingly ask her to use such a spell on them. However, she wasn’t really in her best condition to execute such a spell, especially seeing that she couldn’t do something as easy as to reach Yoongi though her mind; it seemed pointless to even try. 

“It’s u-useless, I can’t use my abilities, I told you already.” Jimin could hear her panic clearly and he felt her helplessness even without trying. 

“Hey (Y/N). You’re safe, I promise you. You can loosen up and support yourself on me, I really don’t mind. I’m sure you can do it if you concentrate some more without worrying too much about where you are.” His voice was full of endearment and (Y/N) wondered why she felt so warm as his words silently reached her ears. Sometimes he was so soft it was hard to understand why he was so annoying with her and her only. 

It’s not like she had cared too much (she totally did), but she never understood why he was so nice and genuinely friendly to anyone but her. Had she done anything wrong to warrant such a reaction? Had she somehow done something to him without wanting to? Those questions had already crossed her mind before, and more than she’d like to admit. However, right at that moment, the softness that she often heard directed to other people was finally addressed to her and (Y/N) felt herself blush slightly as his eyes did not leave hers. Both of her hands were resting on his chest while his arms were still wrapped around her waist, keeping her close on his lap. He nodded quietly as if telling her to just do it and she wondered about it. 

After all, what was the worst that could happen? The spell wouldn’t work because she was too anxious to correctly cast it? That would be for sure embarrassing, but she had nothing to lose, did she? She hated using spells like that on people; it was one of her last resort. However, wouldn’t it-for once-be quite beneficial? All her questions could be answered, all her assumptions and prejudices could maybe be solved. 

Yet, she was scared. Scared that he was lying and believed that she’d never cast the spell on him. She was scared of what would leave his mouth, what if he told her he hated her? He might not have wanted to do her wrong, but he might still hate her. 

Still, his eyes seemed genuine and she always had good instinct when it came to things like that (well, except when it came to Park Jimin apparently). Thus, she’ll make an exception; her attempt of keeping any spell far away from other beings would be for a short while forgotten and she would actually seek for the truth. Jimin saw the moment her resolve changed in her gaze. As she closed her eyes slowly, the air changed again and he could actually feel her presence suddenly growing. He wondered for a second if he had ever seen her use her powers except for a few times like earlier and he realized that the occasion he had witnessed it had indeed been scarce. Jimin closed his eyes as he heard her pronounce words he couldn’t understand-maybe Latin-very quietly. He barely heard her whisper and didn’t feel much different after he opened his eyes and met her very suspicious ones.

That was it? 

“I… Did you cast the spell already?” he didn’t feel any different from he used to “I don’t feel… Anything.” 

She titled her head slightly and he couldn’t prevent himself from telling her she was cute. 

“Don’t say nonsense just for me to believe the spell worked.”

“What do you mean? You’re not sure if the spell worked? Shouldn’t you be able to tell?”

“I can if you let me verify, stop being so noisy.”

“I’m hardly noisy, I simply told you that you’re cute.” He felt embarrassed because of the babble that came out of his mouth; he couldn’t stop himself, so he tried to shut up. He didn’t want to say anything more that could embarrass him further. (Y/N)’s eyes were focussed on him, making him more nervous than needed, while she was pondering what she could ask him to make sure he was not trying to fool her. After all, asking a question was her only option, but what embarrassing question could she ask knowing he normally wouldn’t answer? What had ever happened that- 

Wait. She exactly knew what to ask. 

“During your first Christmas as a representative, you made a mistake for the final, didn’t you?” It hadn’t been that obvious to her; yet, she had seen him beat himself up after the show in the backstage once all the glitters were gone. Tears had been glistening on his cheeks and even though she had wordlessly turned around and had decided not to bother him, the scene had stuck to her, especially when a few hours later he had been boasting to her that he had been amazing and that his show couldn’t have been better. She had refrained from exposing his vulnerability back then and even if had the situation been opposite, he would have probably not refrained himself from laughing at her, she still had decided against and had shut her mouth tightly. 

“My voice cracked several times because I was sick. Everyone heard, you probably did too. It was awful. I was so worried that my position would get revoked, but instead everyone praised me for my hard work. I never felt so ashamed; what was I praised for? Being an incapable?” This made her temporarily forget what she had even intended to do with her spell. Hearing him blaming himself so much and being so harsh with himself when his voice crack had been so faint; nobody had paid any attention to it. (Y/N) had barely noticed, it had been the slight wince on his features that had made her realized that his voice had just cracked. 

“What do you mean? Yeah, your voice cracked and? It didn’t ruin the show, it wasn’t a big deal, no one seemed to notice if not you. Why are you being so harsh with yourself?” She wasn’t expecting him to call himself an incapable, was that what he truly thought about himself when he dropped the cocky smirks? 

“It disturbed everyone! I should have been perfect, everyone was counting on me, everyone was expecting me to be perfect and I let them down!” His words were spat in such a disgusting way that it froze her. Why was he being so awful with himself? 

“You didn’t. A voice crack isn’t letting people down; it was your body reminding you that you were exhausted and needed a break. We’re often too harsh with ourselves and if you watched beyond your nose, you’d be able to see that you didn’t do that terribly. You don’t seem to know when to stop when you start the celebrations.” He chuckled at that.

“Rather hypocrite coming from you who’s running everywhere all the time. You do more than anyone else in your whole department, how are you still even alive?” She scoffed lightly.

“Don’t try to direct the conversation somewhere else.” 

“I am not! I’m simply saying that you’re not one to rest either, so it’s quite rich from you to tell me that I don’t know when to take a break because you sure do not either!” They both got silenced by his last comment as he highlighted one of their common point. 

He wasn’t wrong, to be fair. They weren’t that different despite her blatant refusal to acknowledge it; they shared way more than she thought for them to be possible. Well, at least she was sure that the spell was effective. Jimin’s light giggles made her snap back into reality as his bright eyes met her dull ones. He did not comment on it-trying his best not to just babble anything to her- but he had always been wondering: why did she look so defeated all the time? It always seemed like life had been sucked out of her, as if she had given up on happiness a long time ago. He found himself wishing that he could have known her before she had lost the glimmer that he could imagine shining into her orbs. Yet before he could voice any of his interrogation, (Y/N) finally asked what she had been dying to know.

“Was it you who dropped something in my drink that day?” 

“No, it wasn’t.” a clear and brief answer that left her speechless even though he had technically already told her. 

“But then-”

“I saw fairy powder and thought that I would find the culprit by stealing their credits. I thought their prank would be something they’d be proud of, so I thought they would betray themselves like that, but they didn’t and I got ‘accused’ instead.” So he had told her the truth then? 

“B-But what about that day when you made my skirt r-”

“I didn’t mean to embarrass you. Truth to be told, I had never met a witch before you, so when I saw you in the corridors, I thought you were human. I wanted to play a little trick on you to make you freak out and leave the resort before anything could happen to you but I got distracted by your loveliness and ended up invoking too much wind. I was extremely embarrassed and really wanted to apologize, especially because it seemed like you got into troubles because of me. However, each time I came near you, you scoffed, threatening me before leaving. I never got to say sorry but I truly am. I never meant to be mean with you, it was just the only way I had to talk to you and get over my non-reciprocated crush on you.” His eyes widened in sync with hers as he realized what he let slip. 

He was doomed, wasn’t he? 

“Y-Your what?” She must have heard something wrong, didn’t she? She probably did, there was no way he just said he used to have a crush on her.

“Stop asking me questions, I can’t lie right now!” He was definitely flustered as his head shot down, unwilling to meet her eyes. She tried to get a hold of his face to bring his eyes back to hers but without success. 

“Jimin, please look at me. You’re not lying to me, are you?” 

“How do you expect me to, I literally can’t.” He mumbled quietly, still not looking at you.

“But you just said you had a crush on me, that cannot be true.” Her comment made him snap, didn’t she know how cute and attractive she was? 

“Why is it so hard for you to believe me? Haven’t you seen yourself? You always carry yourself with so much confidence, you’re always so pretty, witty, and just fucking perfect? You always work so hard, you care a lot about what people think even though you try to keep that secret. You’re tough to crack, but you’re just so lovely I wish I could protect you from any kind of harm coming at you. Why is it so hard for you to believe that you’re lovable?” He sounded almost offended by her words, yet she couldn’t comment on it as she was stunned by his straightforward rant. 

(Y/N) did not say anything, frozen in his arms while he froze as well. Realizing what he just confessed, Jimin wanted to disappear quickly; maybe the ground could swallow him or if anything could protect him against the incoming reject he was going to face, it would be nice. However instead of pushing her away and asking for her to forget about what he just said, just for once he allowed himself to hope. 

Just for once, he wanted to trust the very slight-but still present-glimmer that he could see in her eyes. He wanted to trust the fact that she still had not pushed him away, didn’t tell him to get lost and that she didn’t want to talk to him anymore. 

He wanted to give in to his feelings and just feel loved, so instead of babbling apologies and leaving the warm cocoon he had created, he bent a little bit closer to her, breath fanning over her rosy lips while he blushed furiously. She didn’t back off not did she say anything. (Y/N) didn’t move, as if stuck in a trance. Why was he suddenly saying he liked her? Everyone hated her (except Yoongi). Her own family hated her, so why would Park Jimin-out of all the people of the resort-tell her he liked her? This made no sense. 

Nevertheless, she didn’t want for him to stop. She wondered what was all of a sudden going through her head to suddenly want for him to kiss her so badly. She thought she hated him; well, maybe hate was a strong word, but she didn’t like him! 

Maybe he was somewhat innocent-or at least not ill-intentioned-for every wrong doings she had accused him of, but it still didn’t make it up for all of those years of pestering and humiliating confrontations she endured because of him! She didn’t forgive him for that! And yet, she found herself closing her eyes slowly, waiting for him to crash his lips on hers. She mentally scolded herself as she realized she was giving him the chance to make fun of her if he wanted to. He could start laughing and ask her if she really thought he would kiss her. 

But he did none of that. Jimin watched her with fascination, burning this angelic image in his brain in case he’d never get to witness it again even though he wished it wouldn’t be the last time. 

Goodness, she was just so fucking pretty. 

It felt like nothing existed anymore; the worrisome situation they were in was long forgotten as Jimin closed his eyes and molded his mouth to hers, attaching his warm lips to her cold ones. It didn’t feel like butterflies suddenly overwhelming him or some kind of explosion inside him. Instead, it felt warm, like a comfortable and safe embrace. Like Jimin finally found his home. He wasn’t one to believe in soulmate, but right at this instant, he might reconsider. He didn’t dare moving too much as he simply held her close to him, pulling her against his chest while his hands found the back of her neck and the small of her back. Almost like a snake, he surrounded her as if his life depended on it while his lips never left hers. None of them wanted to separate from each other, yet a sudden banging startled both of them. 

Realizing their sudden closeness, (Y/N) shook herself awake and pushed away Jimin as quickly as she could under his confused features (was it a flash of hurt that she could spot? No, it must have been something else). Her ragged breath made her come back to Earth as she realized what she just did. 

She just made out with Park Jimin. 

God, she wanted to be angry at him, but in reality, she was angry at herself for falling for his words once again. She couldn’t let herself fall like that, even if he never meant to hurt her, she shouldn’t be with someone like Jimin, a pretty fairy from the Christmas Department. She was assigned to the Halloween celebrations, and her family wouldn’t accept any kind of mixing happening in the middle of it. She was sure of it. 

“(Y/N)!!! Are you in there?” Yoongi’s voice resonated from outside and a relieved sigh left her lips.

“Yoongi! Please get me out, quickly!” She shouted as loud as she could muster to be after the recent event that clouded her mind. (Y/N) glanced back at Jimin who was still sitting on the ground, watching her helplessly. 

“Are you seriously going to ignore what just h-” Jimin tried to voice his despair but to no avail as she cut him right after he tried to speak to her. 

“Yoongi please hurry up!” The panic in her voice made Jimin shut up. Even though he wanted to talk, to have an explanation about what the hell just happened and why she just pushed him away like that, he felt like rejection would be the only thing that he would be met with. Was it wise to push her buttons and get something out of her knowing that it would hurt even more than to see the regret he saw flashing in her orbs as she pushed him away? 

Was kissing him such a disgrace for her? Did she feel that disgusted by him? 

The door finally got opened by a very stressed out Yoongi who left a relieved sigh slipping as he noticed his sister in the room. Fuck his cold persona, the older man grabbed her arm and hugged her close as he let an incredulous laugh leave his lips. 

“How the fuck did you get stuck in there? Can’t you be more careful?” His panic was finally setting down. He couldn’t explain how worried he got as he had suddenly felt their usual bond tighten until he couldn’t feel her presence anymore. His first thought had been frantic: (Y/N) was in danger. He was used to hearing some of her thoughts in the middle of the day when both of them were distracted. It also sometimes happened for one of them to call the other for help or just to share a joke, so when he called for her through their usual way of communication and no one answered, he had automatically panicked. After searching for her for the past 20 minutes, he thought that maybe something terrible had happened to her; yet, here she was. Breathing and alive. And even though she seemed highly shaken up, he put it on the distress she must have felt as he realized that she had ended up locked inside without any kind of light. 

A situation that she often dreaded. 

“It wasn’t me, I swear. Jimin closed the door after him and he didn’t know tha-”

Jimin? As in Park Jimin?” Yoongi finally let her go as he noticed the younger man who had by now gotten up but didn’t dare looking up at the two siblings. Yoongi eyed Jimin suspiciously, noticing his bruised lips and disheveled figure. 

“It’s fine Yoongs, he didn’t mean to, we should just go.” Yoongi wordlessly nodded as he started walking away, hands locked in hers as he pulled her away, leaving a dejected Jimin behind. 

It was fine. 

He knew it was coming anyway. That was kind of why he had never said anything before. 

It wasn’t fine.

Nothing was fine as Jimin found himself puking his guts out after less than an hour of being free from the cold room. He couldn’t move, his legs were giving up on him each time he tried getting up and the need to vomit felt stronger each time he tried to crawl out of the bathroom. 

Maybe overusing his magic and getting a spell from a powerful witch wasn’t the best mix after all. He never got such side effects after using a lot of magic so he could only guess that it had to do with the spell that had been cast on him. With a heavy sigh, he attempted for the billion time to enchant himself so that he wouldn’t feel nauseous anymore but to no avail, his enchantment seemed to have no power over his current state. 

He had to wait for it to pass but damn, he did not have the patience. Jimin tried his best to maybe call for Taehyung, or do anything really, but he was fucking stuck in the cafeteria’s bathroom without any way to get help because each time he tried to use his powers, he ended throwing up. Useless to say that he was fuming from the ground. Had it been so wrong for him to hope that (Y/N) would return his feelings that he had to get punished like that? Did she do it on purpose? Was it a trick of hers she had done to give him a payback for every mean words he said? He wasn’t innocent on that side, he knew it. However, she wasn’t either. More than once he had had to bite his tongue before saying something that would be too much after a particularly mean retort from her. 

He knew he had never been the cleverest one to maybe hint that he didn’t hate her-quite the opposite actually-but she had her wrong doings too. 

Maybe that was why the only one to be around and hearing his distressed grunts was (Y/N) and even though she had stopped herself before doing in the male bathroom, she still had decided to get inside after hearing the pain and agony the man inside seemed to go through.

“Are you okay? Are you in need of assistance?” He could recognize her voice from anywhere. 

“(Y/N)?” He sounded almost panicked at the idea of her seeing him in this condition. Though, he guessed that nothing could be worse than getting rejected the way he got. 

“Jimin?” Surprise could be heard in her voice even without seeing her and he wondered why did she seem so surprised. Not a lot of people usually went to the cafeteria this late and he was more than often one of them. Yet, her next inquiry astonished him. “Do you need help?” She barely whispered, not sure if she wanted for him to hear her but he did anyway and he snorted at that.

“Don’t pretend you care. You c-can leave, I’ll be fine.” For some reasons, his comeback angered her.

“What do you mean ‘don’t pretend to care’, of course I care! You sound like you are dying in there.” He chuckled ironically at that. 

“Yeah, I felt your care when y-you ignored me earlier.” She gasped quietly and he wondered if he was too mean when she might be his only way of getting out of there, but he wouldn’t admit it. He had already gulped down his pride way too many times for her. An uncomfortable silence sat between them while both of them did not move an inch. (Y/N) was stunned in silence while Jimin was stuck to the floor, physically unable to get up without wanting to vomit. 

Embarrassed, she honestly wanted to turn around and leave him here, but a part of herself prevented from doing so as she could still remember the agonizing sounds she heard from outside the bathroom. Hence, she breathed in and out a few times, tried to mentally encourage herself before making her way to Jimin. Her eyes met his cowered body, noticing that he was holding his stomach and also noting with her heart clenching that he had trails of dried tears that were still visible on his cheeks. 

“Fuck, what happened to you?” His head lifted as he realized that the sound of her voice was much closer than before. He had trouble to focus but he clearly discerned the worry on her features. He shamefully turned his eyes away. 

“Nothing, I’ll be fine you can-”

“You’re not fine, what the hell happened to you? Are you hurting somewhere?” She got her arms around his waist as she tried to get him to sit down but he suddenly jerked away, groaning in pain, “okay, okay, I’m sorry, I won’t touch you. What’s the matter?” Fuck, his body felt like he was dying. What the fuck was happening to him?

“I have no idea. I know I overused my powers when we were in the cold room but I usually don’t get side e-effects like that. Maybe it’s your fault, though? I wouldn’t know.” He stuttered painfully. Her fists tightened even though she didn’t even notice. 

“What the fuck? Why would it be my fault? I haven’t done anything to you.” He chuckled lightly at her.

“Other than making me looks like a fool? I remember you also cast a spell on me.” 

“My spells don’t have side effects, especially not the one I cast on you. It’s a safe one, I wouldn’t have cast it on you otherwise!” (Y/N) felt angry at him for even thinking that it might be her fault. She knew that she had maybe not reacted in the best way back in the cold room. She had freaked out okay? But never would she do something like that to him. 

“You’re s-sure?” He smiled sadly and she looked at him seriously. 

“I am. I’d never do that to you.” Her determined expression troubled him; it didn’t seem like she was lying, but if she had nothing to do with it, then what happened? He didn’t even notice that his gaze was fixed on her until she spoke again.

“Should I leave you here or are you going to let me help you now?” Jimin sighed desperately. It was not like she could do something about it, right? 

“I doubt you can do much to help, I feel like throwing up each time I move, even talking is hard to be honest…” she seemed to ponder over his predicament before asking him:

“Have you tried flying? Are your wings alright?” 

“I tried using my abilities but it doesn’t seem like anything is effective. I can’t even summon my wings, I think I’m too weak. Besides, I almost lost consciousness just by trying to summon them so…” she hummed after his sentence. 

“What if I made you fly instead, do you think you’d be okay? Technically you wouldn’t be moving that much, just… Levitating?” 

“I don’t know if i-it’s a good idea…” He hesitated, feeling rather unwell at the prospect. 

“It’s better than nothing, I can always try a spell. There are many spells against motion sickness and those kinds of things.” Jimin groaned as he felt his strength leaving his body. He slowly let his head hit the ground, exhausted of trying to keep his head high despite his pain. Catching (Y/N)’s eyes, she got closer to him, bringing her hand to his face, trying to estimate if he could simply be extremely sick. Yet, his body didn’t feel warmer than it should be, something was definitely wrong, but what?

“Okay, don’t move alright? I’m going to find a solution, don’t worry.” It made him chuckle lightly because it seemed so easy as she said it. Jimin wondered if she would really be able to do something; it wasn’t like he didn’t try himself so he didn’t want to get his hopes up for nothing. 

(Y/N) muttered something as she closed her eyes, focussing on Jimin as the latter just tried to stabilize himself so that he wouldn’t feel sick again. However, the feeling suddenly vanished, as if it had never been there to start with. Eyes widening, Jimin turned over quickly, hands flying to his stomach as he rubbed the previously painful area. What the fuck just happened? He had been stuck like that for at least an hour and (Y/N) really just shook his pain away? That easily? He was about to ask her what happened until he was met with her somber expression. 

“No wonder you couldn’t move.” Her voice had never held such a venom while speaking and it made Jimin gulp nervously. 

“What?” 

“My mother’s magic is running inside you. Those toxins are made to kill whoever encounters it. I don’t understand wh-” she cut herself short, realizing what happened. 

“Yes…?” Jimin tried to find out what she had come to realize but it seemed like he might have to push her a bit to have his answers as she wordlessly got up and muttered something again.

He was about to interject as he noticed her movements toward the exit, however he also noticed that his feet did not touch the ground anymore. He couldn’t move nor control his body. Trying out his abilities was ineffective; his wings did not want to come out.  

“Wha-”

“Don’t try using your magic, you’ll get short of it quickly. You’re simply going to deteriorate your health. I’m bringing you back to your room.” Jimin didn’t understand. How did he get into contact with the Halloween President’s magic? He never saw her more than an instant in the corridors and that was definitely not a recurrent situation. So how? And why did (Y/N) seem to know exactly what it was with a mere sickness removal spell? A lot seemed to escape his understanding and he did not like it. Something did not make sense.

“I can walk, you know?” Maybe he should try getting answers from her rather than to overthink everything.

“I’d rather you don’t. It’s going to exhaust you.” Never had she sounded so cold and distant. Maybe he even perceived a little bit of anger but he couldn’t be too sure. He never saw (Y/N) like that. 

“What is happening exactly?” The slight shudder in his voice made her realize that she still had not given any explanation.

“What is happening is that either you got contaminated because of me, or because of the spell on the door of the cold room. I really hope it’s the spell and not me.” 

“Why would it be through you?” 

“I’ve been exposed to that magic for years. It wouldn’t be surprising if I had invisible remanent particles of it on my skin or anywhere in me to be honest.” Worrisome, but he’d refrain himself from commenting for now. Jimin watched her moving as his body followed her helplessly. She walked through the corridors quickly, reaching his room in a minute thanks to his indications. She opened the door even though he protested (he didn’t really enjoy the invasion of privacy, but her glare stopped him before he could finish his objection). His body slowly reached his bed until he was fully laying on it under (Y/N)’s scrutinizing gaze. 

“So? What do we do now?” He asked unsure. 

“You don’t move and you rest.” He frowned at her answer.

“Look, I can’t just stay in bed. I’m the Christmas representative, I have a celebration to prepare, everyone is counting on me; I can’t just abandon everyone.” 

“Then go ahead, exhaust yourself. I won’t come to fetch you again.” 

“If this is still about this stupid war between us about who will do the best celebration, I think that me being bedridden is a bit too mu-”

“Oh my god, Jimin I don’t give a fuck about that! I’m being seriously concerned for your health! I’ve been given this kind of ‘treatment’ when I was a child and let me tell you that the aftermath is not pretty! So if you want, go ahead! Get up and exhaust yourself and see if I care, you won’t be able to say I didn’t tell you when you won’t be able to move for the next five months!” Her own eyes widened just like Jimin’s ones at her words; she had never admitted aloud what happened to her as she was a child. Yoongi had tried his best to protect her but it had been to no avail as the old witch had always seemed to be particularly pleased when she could hurt (Y/N). It had been something (Y/N) herself had never understood; why did their mother look so enthusiast about punishing them? She shuddered as she remembered the wickedly sweet smile on her mother’s face each time she closed that door behind her. 

“Your mom did what?” Jimin barely whispered, not able to say more out of shock. (Y/N) looked away, trying to hide the sudden embarrassment she felt. Embarrassment or shame? She didn’t know, but she was rather ashamed of the way she had been treated by her own mother; she even had troubles to share it with Yoongi. Some things were better left unsaid in her opinion. Feeling her discomfort, Jimin didn’t know what to do. Should he get her to sit and maybe spill what she had concealed from everything, or should he let it go? 

He knew he shouldn’t be noisy, but for some reasons, he felt like it wouldn’t be a good idea to ignore what she just shared with him. It sounded like something she would need to get out of her chest at some points and knowing (Y/N), she was more the type of person to keep everything bottled up inside. Maybe he was still angry at her for leaving him like that earlier but she came to him and helped him out, yeah it hurt to be left like that after pouring out your feelings, but at least she didn’t act like an ass afterward. Besides, he didn’t really have the strength to be angry anymore.

“(Y/N)... Come here for a second.” (Y/N) turned to him, watching him tap the bed, next to him. She raised an eyebrow, unsure of his intentions but wordlessly complied anyway. She didn’t really know why she listened to him, yet she did. 

Much to her surprise though, he didn’t ask her anything. He just took her hand into his, gently rubbed his thumb over her soft skin as he watched the conflicted expression painted on her features. Instead, he waited for her to say something if she felt comfortable enough to do as he kept his gentle motion around her knuckles. It got (Y/N) thinking, when was the last time her mother had held her? She couldn’t even recollect a similar event. 

“I think…,” Jimin’s ears were wide opened but he made no attempt to pressure her into finishing her sentence, “I think I don’t like my mother very much.” He hummed delicately as she tried to find her words. “And I feel bad for it because she is still my mother.” 

“Blood link doesn’t mean you aren’t entitled to your emotions, (Y/N). You don’t have to like your parents just because they are your parents.” She frowned ever so slightly but Jimin caught it nevertheless.

“But doesn’t that make me a little bit selfish?” Jimin pondered for a second.

“I don’t believe it does, but even if it did, it’s okay to be a little bit selfish and put ourselves first sometimes.” He smiled gently at her as he observed her frown melt into a rather neutral expression. 

“I don’t feel very pretty inside when I have those feelings though.” She sighed lightly.

“I still think you are.” Her eyes met his as he kept his soft smile dancing on his lips. She looked almost confused, eyes and lips round like a little fish. He chuckled slightly at her awestruck expression. He thought he had made it clear that he liked her. Had he not?

“Someone told me that we’re often too harsh with ourselves, and that if we’d look away from our nose, we’d be able to see that maybe we’re not perfect but we aren’t as terrible as we imagine ourselves to be.” (Y/N) turned her gaze away in embarrassment; he was really here using her words against herself, wasn’t he? “And maybe if you looked even slightly further, you’d notice that there are people who see you in a complete different light as you do. You should perhaps try to get away from the shadow you seem so sure to embody.” He was too intuitive sometimes, she didn’t like how well he could see through her. However, as his gaze caught hers again, she didn’t seem to want to look away. The tenderness that he held for her stopped her. 

Was he really looking at her right now? Was this adoration and fondness really turned in her direction? 

“I’m not as pretty as you make out myself to be.” He smiled gently, brushing a hair strand out of her vision. She froze at the gentle gesture. 

“I know, but I’m in love with you. How do you expect for my eyes to be objective?” She gasped lightly, tensing under his touch. Suddenly he seemed too close, or not close enough, she didn’t know. She couldn’t make up her mind when it came to him, it seemed. Why did he have to say everything in such a manner that it always made her speechless? 

“You love me?” 

“Didn’t I tell you that already?” He chuckled, eyes wrinkling. 

“You said you had a crush on me, it’s different.” Jimin hummed.

“Well maybe I wasn’t accurate enough.” She didn’t move and neither did he. Absorbed in each other’s presence, no more words were exchanged as thoughts raced in their crowded minds. 

Until Jimin broke the silence again.

“And I know that you do not hold such feelings for me, and it’s fine, I cannot force you to. But will you give me a chance?” His pleading eyes were hard to look into.

“A chance?”

“Yeah, a chance to make you fall in love with me.” She did not pull away nor did she react much to his surprise. It worried him but at the same time, she had not fled. So, it could be worse, couldn’t it? 

“B-But you're a Christmas spirit.” 

“That’s correct.” He chuckled. 

“And I’m a Halloween one.”

“Also correct,” his smile got wider watching her confusion becoming clearer and clearer on her features. 

“And you’re a fairy, while I’m a witch.” He giggled lightly.

“So? Does all of that really matter?” His smile took her aback. She didn’t expect such a light smile and relaxed shoulders while he was basically pouring his heart to her even after she ignored his first attempt. 

She had not meant to; she had mostly freaked out and didn’t know how to face her own feelings- did she have any? (Y/N) wasn’t sure, but she knew that there was something, otherwise she would have just told him that she wasn’t interested and most likely wouldn’t have kissed him back. It shouldn’t have felt that right to kiss him. 

“I… Don’t know? Doesn’t it bother you?” She asked timidly.

“Would I have just told you I loved you if it did?” She blushed slightly at his answer. Jimin chortled endearingly, almost childishly. 

“You don’t have to make up your mind right now, okay? Just, think about it, yeah?” She nodded quietly as he smiled at her gently. She was still frozen next to him, so he decided to be slightly bolder than he was usually; he leaned in slowly before pressing his lips to her cheek in a sweet peck. He didn’t linger against her skin, merely letting her feel his lips before he pulled away. It was as if a feather had caressed her cheek before vanishing into thin air. (Y/N) found herself wishing for more, yet she’d never admit it. 

Instead, she silently observed his shy smile appearing before he let her hand go as if telling her that he was done talking. She opened her mouth to speak before realizing she didn’t know what to say. So she turned around, muttering a very quiet ‘try not to work too much, I’ll find a way to make you feel better’ and left him in his room before heading to Yoongi’s one. She needed to find out what she could do to help Jimin before figuring out what the hell was going on with her heart. 

It had been maybe a week or so since (Y/N) had started working with Yoongi on a potion for Jimin. It wasn’t going too well, not too bad either, but she had hoped for the process to be quicker; especially after she saw Jimin in the corridors running at full speed and even her nasty glare had done nothing to stop him in his relentless work. He did send her a remorseful smile, almost pleading-solely with his eyes-to be forgiven but had kept on a very much too strong rhythm for his body. (Y/N) had caught him a few times red-handed, already breathless, trying to soothe the heat of his body down; yet each time she was ready to call him out and tell him to sit down or to-at least-take a moment for himself, he got back on his feet, telling everyone he was more than fine and took back his activities where he left them, much to (Y/N)'s irritation. 

“He's going to kill himself at this rhythm”, Yoongi briefly hummed, not really listening to her as they ran tests on her to verify if the particles of their mother’s magic were still remaining, “why doesn’t he want to listen to me for once?” It made Yoongi chuckle. 

“Because you’d listen if he told you in the middle of the Halloween preparations that you have to stay in bed and take it easy? I don't think you would even listen to me, so what were you expecting exactly?” He had a point even though she wouldn't admit it. Had she been in this situation, she would have probably thrown a fit and gone back to work as soon as she would have been able to. Yoongi grinned silently as he noticed that (Y/N) wasn’t replying. He knew damn well that he was right. He finalized the process of analysis and sighed gently as he felt his sister’s head popping up over his shoulder to see the results. 

“... Well?” She squinted her eyes to skim through the numbers appearing. 

“Well it’s not looking too good for you personally, you do have traces in you, but I don’t think you can infect anyone. The residue are in your blood, not on your skin, so it’s pretty unlikely for you to be contagious.” Yoongi watched her expression harden at the information. He sighed, exhausted. He had done everything during their youth to protect her; he had tried his very best. How did it come that her results were that bad? 

“So Jimin caught it through the spell on the door then. Why would mother cast so dangerous spells like that in here?” 

“It’s probably meant for a witch, and most likely for you and me. It’s already impressive he was able to get in contact with it.”(Y/N) gulped at his words. Was she trying to kill them in the end? Had they done something so terrible to warrant such harsh methods?

As she got deep into her own head, (Y/N) still noticed another folded paper next to the one where Yoongi wrote her results down. Curiosity took over the slight hesitation she felt knowing that Yoongi would probably get annoyed at her for touching his stuff without his permission. Quietly grabbing the paper after glancing at Yoongi who was tidying up his desk, (Y/N) read through the written numbers, not understanding what the red and black numbers meant. Yet for some reasons, the order of the paper seemed familiar to her and she wondered where she had seen a similar paper. And then, it hit her. 

She quickly took her own paper and compared the data. 

“Fuck, Yoongi. Are those the results for you as well? Why are your results even worse than mine?” Yoongi’s head shot up quickly before he snatched the paper from her hands, looking at her menacingly. 

“It’s nothing.” He grunted.

“It’s probably not nothing considering how quick you were to take it away from me.” She raised an eyebrow and he clicked his tongue, annoyed. 

“Drop it (Y/N).” 

“What do you mean, drop it? Have you seen those numbers? How did you even get that? Is she still-” 

The worst was already running in her mind while his eyes silently met the ground.

“Is she still-”

“No, she isn’t (Y/N). If she was, I would have fought back, you know me. I’m not afraid anymore.” His reply stunt her. As much as (Y/N) knew how strong her brother was, it never stopped impressing her how he never gave up on fighting for himself. 

“T-Then how…?” She mumbled. Yoongi didn’t answer at first, he just sat down on his chair again and tapped his finger against the desk. However after a few minutes, he finally decided to come out of his silence.

“She didn’t go soft on me when we were kids since I was trying to take it for you. Though, it seems like my plan kind of failed since your positive to the test as well. I guessed she probably spent most of her energy on me but she used the rest of her strength on you. I was naive to believe that I would have been enough to protect you.” His smile did not reach his eyes as he looked emptily at the wall. 

“I’m sorry.” It took him aback to hear his sister apologize and he frowned almost immediately.

“I refuse your apology. You have nothing to apologize for. I took this decision by myself and the sole responsible for that is that awful woman. Nothing is your fault (Y/N).” 

“But had I been stronger I would have been able to take more and it would have been easier on you!” She surprised herself at the sudden increase in the volume of her voice. 

“It would have changed nothing, now stop dwelling on this. I don’t care about those numbers, I care about you, alright? So stop bending over backwards for ‘mother’ and start taking care of yourself for me, please.” She gasped silently at his words. It wasn’t often that Yoongi was so straightforward with his feelings and hearing it aloud made her emotional. Yoongi was more the kind of person to love quietly, yet his actions always spoke way louder than he did. They were maybe quite similar on that aspect. Hence, (Y/N) stood up, took a few steps forward while Yoongi was refusing to look at her. He could probably see her feet from where he was sitting so she decided to be straightforward for once too as she hugged him tightly. 

He didn’t return the hug, only tensed against her, but (Y/N) didn’t let it faze her. She just held him tighter. 

“Thank you for always having my back. I’m sorry for not trying harder for you nevertheless but I’m grateful you’re here with me. I love you lots, Yoongs.” Maybe the last thing was a bit too much but she couldn’t even recall the last time she told him so maybe it was a good thing to get it out of her chest. Especially when she heard his next words.

“I love you too, sis.” 

“Jimin!” He heard her from miles away and he was sure she was going to yell at him for working at such a late hour but not only was it past bed-time: he was late in his schedule. The whole Christmas department was late-it was most probably his fault-and that was not looking great for now. He needed to make those extra hours because otherwise they might not make it in time. And he couldn’t afford that to happen. How could Christmas be belated? Simple answer: it couldn’t. Plenty of humans and other creatures were waiting for it; Jimin couldn’t be late when it came to Christmas.  

So while (Y/N) called his name again, seeing that he didn’t seem ready to stop any time soon, he completely ignored her, not to hurt her, but he got things to do. His mind was running everywhere while his headache was getting stronger; needless to say that he hated it but he needed to be productive. 

“Jimin, fucking shit, will you wait for me?” It made him snort quietly.

“I have work to do, (Y/N). I appreciate you looking after me, but I truly have to get this ready before tomorrow.” Jimin didn’t look up as he carried on walking. He just needed to start the engine again and it should be fine. Maybe he had just one hour left of work and he would finally be able to hit his bed. 

“Okay mister, sit first I have good news. Yoongi and I made a potion; it should remove the toxin from your body and help you heal better.” She smiled at him, holding the precious fluid in her hands. His eyes curiously met hers as he watched her light expression, a soft smile dancing on her lips. It took him a few seconds to understand what she said; his brain froze at the sight of the dazzling smile (Y/N) had on her features. Memorizing this rare and precious scene, he came back to reality as he noticed that she rose an eyebrow suspiciously. 

“So… If I take that, supposing that you aren’t actually trying to kill me,” (Y/N) hit his shoulder lightly in protest but Jimin carried on giggling to himself, “the drowsiness and pain should go away?” 

“Technically yes. I hope so.” 

“You hope so? You’re not sure?” 

“Well, the potion didn’t work on either of us but we’ve both been exposed to those toxins for too long for a mere potion made in a few hours to work. Though, since those toxins most probably come from the spell of the door, it means that you haven’t been in contact with it for long so-” Jimin cut her laughing a bit.

“Shorter version (Y/N), please.” She grinned sheepishly. 

“It should work but we have no concrete proof it will. Though we’re sure of something; it is not dangerous to take it. We made it fairy friendly as well.” Jimin smiled softly at her words. It warmed his heart to know that she made sure it wouldn’t create any side effect. It often happened to him; a lot of products (be it in alimentation or beauty creams, etc) were not adequate to the sensitivity of fairies and he often ended with an itchy skin, or a weakened glow… Jimin have had his fair share of troubles because of that. 

“Thank you.” 

“Don’t thank me yet. What if it doesn’t work?” Her eyes had widened slightly, embarrassed to admit that it had a small probability of not working. 

“It’s the thought that matter. I should probably also thank Yoongi when I get the time.” He smiled lightly, taking the potion in his hands, inspecting the pink color before opening the bottle.

“I can take it now? No side effect like I suddenly fall asleep or something like that? Because I really have a lot of work to do.” He looked at her curiously, frowning slightly as he was met with silence. 

“What?”

“Well, the best would be for you to rest for a while after taking it…” 

“It’s a piece of advice or I actually have to?” Jimin tried to stay positive nevertheless. It was fine, he’d take it once he would be done if he had to take a break before taking it. Yet, she kept on avoiding his glance and it worried him. 

“I’d say you don’t have to, it’s not dangerous, but I fear the potion will work less efficiently if you move around. It will probably get evacuated by your body quickly if you keep on working at your usual pace; so I’d say that it would be better to take it before going to bed?” She expected for him to be annoyed but he merely chuckled and got up. (Y/N) panicked a bit, wondering what he had in mind but he just went back to his machine where he had been working before she interrupted him earlier. 

“What are you doing?” She asked cautiously. 

“I’m wrapping up what I have to do before I go to bed so that I can take your potion before sleeping?” His answer sounded more like a question than an actual affirmation and she raised an eyebrow at him. 

“Jimin, the sooner, the better. You’re exhausting your body and-”

“Hey (Y/N), stop worrying, will you? I’ll take it soon, I promise. I really have to finish that though. It’s going to take me an hour, and I’ll go to sleep afterward, I swear to you. I’m exhausted anyway so I won’t pull an all-nighter, don’t worry, okay?” 

It seemed quite reasonable if she were to be honest. She was expecting to encounter a much more fighting spirit, but he was rather compromising. (Y/N) pondered for a few seconds, knowing that she should just give it up and let him work. Why was she so worried after all? He was the one to bring lock them into this damn cold room, so it had been only logical for him to try and remove the spell of the door. It had not been her fault!

So why did she feel so guilty to know that he was struggling to work and probably getting anxious with the deadlines he had to meet for his own celebrations? Did she fear for him to lose his position of representative as well if he were to be late for Christmas? 

Or maybe, she was just worried for him, after all. 

“Why are you looking at me like that?” His voice broke her train of thoughts and she wondered if she hadn’t always felt this way. Her annoyance and hatred also came from her lack of understanding. From her point of view, it had always seemed that Jimin was caring and lovely with everyone but her. What had she done to deserve the wrath of one of the nicest person of the facility? He was just so sweet to everyone; (Y/N) had persuaded herself that it was only a front he put up to hide his malice, yet she had come to the conclusion that it was not an act. Jimin was genuinely sympathetic with everyone, everyone but her. 

“Fine, you can take it later, but I’m helping you.” Her eyes were focussed on the ground, not wanting to see his expression nor to watch his refusal.

“What?” 

“If you stay here working, then I’ll help you until you’re done. I’m not leaving you like that alone.” He blinked a few times before snorting. 

“(Y/N), I work in the Christmas department.”

“I’m aware of that.” 

“If you help me, you’ll be indirectly helping for the Christmas celebrations.”

“I know that thank you, I thought through it before saying I would help.” She had not. 

“And it doesn’t bother you?” He asked incredulous. (Y/N) despised Christmas, only Halloween seemed to make her heart beat ironically. 

“Would I have just told you I’d help you if it did?” Those words quickly ring a bell to Jimin whose jaw clenched slightly. Was she just quoting him? What did she mean by that? Was she hinting at the fact that she liked him too? 

Wait, no, she never said so. She just said she’d help, not that she was madly in love with him; he needed to calm his ragging heart. Fuck, what was she doing to him? 

“Then let’s get to work quickly. I won’t go soft on you just because I love you.” His words made her snap; she wasn’t expecting him to say something this straight-forward (and to be honest, neither was he), the blush that crept on her cheeks was also unexpected but she couldn’t help it. After five years of thinking that he hated her, hearing him say that he was in love with her made her heart go crazy. 

“It’s not like I expected you to.” He smiled at her words despite his original horror he felt after the l-word left his mouth again. He definitely didn’t mean to throw it that casually; if anything, Jimin wanted for these words to have a meaning, not used to joke around. But here he was, smiling like a schoolboy because she didn’t shut him out after he said he loved her even though she still had not given him an answer. 

It was okay; he wasn’t expecting an answer soon. He didn’t want to rush her, he was just glad that she didn’t slap him for his remark though. 

“And we’re done!” 

“Thanks goodness, I can’t wrap anything anymore.” Jimin laughed at her as she threw herself against the chair back. (Y/N) yawned looking at the time, it was already past 3 am. She snorted thinking that Yoongi was probably still awake, most likely busy with a book. 

“Now, it wasn’t that bad, was it?” He teased her, subconsciously bringing his hand on her shoulder. He froze as he noticed what he was doing but if that fazed her, she didn’t show it. She just rested her head silently, puffing slightly. 

“You made it tolerable, I guess.” His eyes widened before he burst into laughter. 

“What was so funny?” She looked at him confused while he tried his best to calm down. 

“I didn’t expect you to say something to cheesy.” Realization seemed to dawn on her only once he pointed out the cheesiness of her answer. God, what was happening to her, it sounded like she was flirting with him.

“I didn’t- I wasn’t-”

“It’s fine (Y/N), don’t worry. Let’s just call it a night, we did enough.” Jimin slowly got up, loosing his balance for a second but (Y/N) got on her feet quickly to make sure he wouldn’t fall. Both of her hands laid on his shoulder, trying to hold him up while he tried to shake the wave of dizziness again. 

“Are you alright?” (Y/N) sounded genuinely distressed and Jimin felt bad for pushing forward despite lacking the energy. He probably should have gone to bed when she had instructed him to but it would be fine. He would take the potion, go to sleep, and hopefully everything would be back to normal by tomorrow. 

“I’ll be fine. I’ll go to bed and take your potion. I should get better soon.” Her frown did not disappear even after his attempt at soothing her worries down. 

“I’ll accompany you to your room.” 

“You don’t have to, I’ll be fine on my own-”

“I don’t have to but I want to and I will. I know the way now, so you don’t even try to complain.” He huffed at her but she still had a point; it would be safer as well for him. 

“Lead the way then.” He grumbled, admitting his defeat while (Y/N) linked their arms together and started walking. He wasn’t expecting for her to be this careful, glancing at him now and then, and making sure he wouldn’t lose balance. It was a weird, yet endearing change in her behavior. Jimin caught her looking at him more than once and he wanted to giggle at the scene; who would have known that he would end up like that? Watched over by the woman he loved whereas she was still getting shy each time they made an eye contact? It was surreal to him.

They still arrived safely without any problem; Jimin still felt nauseous but at least, he could walk properly without feeling like he was about to faint. (Y/N) kept a close eye on him as he kicked his shoes and got inside his room, silently asking if she was coming in or not. 

She didn’t know if it was okay for her to come, but she wanted to make sure he’d take the potion. (Y/N) knew it was unlikely, but for some reasons, she feared he’d forget and straight up go to sleep without taking the precious fluid. She was going inside to make sure he’d take the potion and that was it. 

Nothing to do about her pounding heart and rosy cheeks that she was trying so hard to hide. 

Not at all. She wasn’t flustered to be in his room, after all, she had already been here once. She shouldn’t be flustered, right? 

Then why was she so damn nervous? 

“Is there anything I should do before taking it?” (Y/N) watched him as he was sitting on his bed, watching the potion he had inside his hands. 

“Maybe prepare a glass of water, the taste isn’t the best.” She shrugged. His fingers wriggled in the air gently, glitters forming from his skin, floating in the air. She watched amazed as the thin glittery particles flew in the air, preparing a glass of water for him while he removed the cork of the bottle. While Jimin remained unbothered as ever, the glass came back full and found the end of its journey in (Y/N)’s hand. She tried to hide her bewilderment but probably failed even though Jimin said nothing. 

“Okay well then here goes nothing.” He seemed slightly nervous as he gulped down the pink liquid. His nose wrinkled after a few seconds and (Y/N) knew it meant that the taste of the potion was hitting him. He released a small disgusted gasp once he finished the bottle and (Y/N) quickly handed him the glass that he drank in a few seconds. 

“You didn’t lie when you said that the taste wasn’t the best.” He chuckled humorlessly. 

“We tried to make it sweeter, but some ingredients were just… hopeless.” She grinned a bit while he relaxed in his bed.

“You should go back to your room too, get some rest.” He yawned.

“Jimin.” Her serious expression made him flinch slightly. The night had gone so softly that her hard expression seemed out of place. Yet, he waited for her to continue without daring to utter a word. 

“I’m sorry for ignoring you right after we got out of the cold room. I freaked out, but it doesn’t mean it was okay for you, so I’m sorry. And I’m also sorry for the numerous assumptions I made about you. It wasn’t fair and I never gave you the opportunity to give your version of what happened, so I’m truly sorry.” She had almost whispered, afraid of the reaction her words could create; the last thing she wanted was to hurt him again. 

Jimin felt the previous tension melt as he released a soft sigh. Smiling quietly to himself, he hummed before speaking again. 

“I understand. I wish you would have reacted differently but I get it. I would have probably freaked out had the roles been reversed, so no hard feelings, don’t worry. Same for the assumptions, I get it to be honest. So it’s fine.” A soft smile graced his features and (Y/N) couldn’t help but think that he looked ethereal right there. His glow seemed slightly brighter than it had been as they had been working-maybe the potion was already affecting the toxins-and his gleaming eyes conveyed nothing but adoration. She couldn’t explain all the thoughts that were crowding her mind. Yet, one especially kept on urging her to move and do something. 

And do something; she did. 

Was she thinking straight? Maybe not. The only thing she was sure about, was that again, the feeling of his lips against hers felt so fucking right. 

It took Jimin a few seconds to understand what was going on, but he quickly shut his eyes as she cupped his cheeks in her hands, delicately stroking the tender skin. Her feeling of her lips felt addictive, as if she had been made to fit him, and he couldn’t help but slide one of his hands behind her neck, trying to bring her closer to him while the second one wrapped up her waist, pushing her to fall on the top of him. Both of her hands left his face to rest on each side of his head, balancing herself above him. Yet, despite the initial surprise she had felt as Jimin’s arms had brought her closer to him, they didn’t break the kiss, lips firmly sealed together as if separating themselves from each other would burn them. Jimin tried to push her hands away from the bed so that she would fall flat on him but he just ended up taking her hands in his, making sure to intertwine their fingers while his teeth gently tugged on her bottom lip. A soft moan escaped her and before she could get flustered, Jimin slipped his tongue inside her mouth, gasping quietly as he tried to focus on the kiss. He had to show her what he had to offer, how he could take care of her. Maybe it would help her to make a decision, maybe she would give him a chance if he was persuasive enough. 

And persuasion was something he excelled at. 

It took everything out of him to slowly detach his lips from hers while a thin thread of saliva still connected them before he started kissing her jaw, leaving wet marks after him. He would have probably commented about how hot the image of her bruised lips parting slightly as he kept kissing her skin further was, but he merely hummed against her skin, vibrations sending shivers to (Y/N) who was helpless against Jimin’s ministrations. Switching their positions slowly, Jimin smirked now that he was on top of her, having the upper hand of the situation. (Y/N) whined as he started sucking on her neck, making sure that he would leave a dark bruise on her soft skin and he mentally cheered, delighted to hear her moaning under him. If he had any means to record her sweet voice, he probably would have done it. 

“Jimin,” she tried to articulate slowly while he was relentlessly working on her neck, “Jimin, please stop.” Her words made him freeze instantly. His head shot up, lips abandoning her already bruised neck quickly as he watched her close, eyes searching for hers.

Did he go too far? Should he have let her kiss him and leave? Maybe he hurt her? Did he miss his hands pressing on her and hurting her or something else? What had he done?

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Did I-”

“Jimin calm down, I’m fine, don’t worry. It was just… getting a little bit too much for me.” (Y/N) smiled softly under him and Jimin let out a little sigh, relieved that he didn’t hurt her.

“I’m sorry, I got carried away.” He grinned apologetically. The last thing he wanted was to make her run away. He couldn’t fuck up now.

“It’s okay, I didn’t exactly push you away either so.” She chuckled nervously and Jimin couldn’t help but smile wider at her obvious edginess. She was too cute for him, she’d be his death one day. 

“Still, I should have asked you if it was fine instead of just… yeah, sorry, you have quite the hickey on your neck.” It was his turn to chuckle uneasy, yet not without feeling proud of himself for the dark bruise left on her neck. 

“I... God, Yoongi is going to ask so many questions.” Jimin giggled lightly.

“It’s quite rude to speak about another man when being in someone’s bed.” He teased, noticing that (Y/N) never told him that Yoongi was her brother. Sure, she kind of hinted at it when they were stuck in the cold room, but had he not overheard it by himself, he would have probably been confused.

“Yoongi is my brother,” she confessed quietly, “we don’t really try to hide it but it doesn’t come into conversations either so…” 

“I’m only teasing, I knew already.” He watched confusion settle in her eyes with amusement. She titled her head slightly before asking:

“You knew?” 

“Yeah, I did. I overheard you both once at the cafeteria and he called you ‘sis’ or something, I don’t fully remember, but I got the hint that day.” He wasn’t completely lying to be fair, he didn’t fully remember the conversation, but he did omit to say that he remembered some other parts of that conversation. Not that it was such a big deal, but he didn’t really want to sound like he had been listening to them. 

“Ah, I didn’t realize other people knew.”

“Don’t worry, everyone is still clueless.” She giggled lightly at his words, smile fixed on her lips, unwilling to disappear. “Eh, maybe I should go to bed.” 

“You’re already in bed.” Jimin challenged jokingly, internally prying for her to get the hint that he wanted for her to stay. 

“No I meant, my bed. Not yours, Jimin.” He could have mentally slapped himself.

She didn’t get the hint. He should have known she wouldn’t, she was always oblivious so those sorts of things. 

“Yeah, by that I meant that I’d like for you to stay, only if you want of course.” Jimin grinned watching her confused expression melt into realization. Lips slightly parted and eyebrow raised, she definitely had not made that link in her mind and her sudden comprehension was cute. Not able to help himself, Jimin quickly pecked her lips before giggling at her flustered state. (Y/N) turned her head into the pillow in an attempt at hiding herself but Jimin only laughed harder while falling next to her. 

“Ah, stop laughing at me!” 

“I’m not making fun of you don’t worry, you’re just too cute sometimes. Cute and really oblivious as well.” She pouted while he just smiled softly at her. Brushing her hair away from her face, he leaned in to press a kiss on her forehead before pushing the blankets over her body as well. She watched him without complaining, almost making herself comfortable in his bed while he mentally cheered. A small victory for him. 

“Oh wait, do you want one of my shirt to sleep? It cannot be comfortable to sleep in the clothes you wore all day.” Jimin watched her think before she silently nodded, grateful for the offer. He went to the bathroom while she got changed and maybe he shouldn’t have gone away from her so soon because now he was overthinking? What if it didn’t mean what it meant to him? What if she was merely staying there because she was tired? Jimin groaned wordlessly as he felt his heart beating a bit too fast in his chest. He needed to stop beating around the bush. It had not worked the first time, nor did it work the second and even now that he tried to hint at the fact that he wanted for her to stay, she had not gotten it. So instead of ruminating pessimistic thoughts, he was going to walk out like an adult and ask her the question. 

Easier said than done. He froze entirely once he got a glance at her wearing nothing but his shirt (and probably her underwear but spare Jimin’s mind). Trying his best not to ogle at her, he slipped under the sheets and tried to soothe his mind down before turning to her, meeting her curious eyes as she was wondering what happened while she was changing because she distinctly heard him groan in pain. Did the potion not work? Was he still in pain? It should take some time to be effective but he shouldn’t be in so much pain anymore. 

“Are you okay?” A soft whisper left her mouth and Jimin tried to find the best words he could to explain his feelings. 

“I… Physically yes. I don’t feel that dizzy anymore.” 

“I feel like a ‘but’ is coming…” He smiled nervously at her words.

“I don’t really know how to put it. Does this,” he pointed at her and then at himself, “the kiss and everything we shared, does this mean something to you? Because I think it’s clear that to me, it does. It means a lot but I don’t want to get my hopes up if it doesn’t for you.” Jimin chuckled with a hint of disappointment in his voice. He couldn’t help it, of course he’d be disappointed if it meant nothing to (Y/N). “Basically what I am asking is, does this mean that you’re giving me, us, a chance?” Jimin didn’t dare looking at her, almost hiding in his sheets. It wasn’t like he could force her to like him, but he wished she would give him a simple chance to show her his love. 

“You said that I’m oblivious, but this is quite true for you too, you know?” His head shot up as he heard her voice teasing him. She was looking at him with an amused smile on her lips, leaving him unsure of the meaning behind her words. 

“Pardon?”

“Do you really think I would sleep here if I had just let myself get carried away and didn’t want to stay with you?” 

‘Stay with you’. That sounded nice if he were to be honest. 

“We never know.” He chuckled embarrassed.

“Let me make myself clear then,” she took his hand into hers as she scouted closer to him,” I’m not 100% sure about what I feel for you. It’s always a messy rollercoaster of emotions. What I’m sure about is that there is something between you and me, and I’d like to see where this can go. I’m betting on us right now, so take your chance, please.” Pecking him on the lips, she smiled brightly at him and before she could move away, he cupped her cheek to kiss her again. 

Nothing mattered anymore to him. 

Maybe the next day he ran everywhere to prepare for Christmas, and it might have continued like that until the 25th. Maybe they didn’t get to see each other a lot because it was his busiest season of the year. And maybe they kept on bickering in the hallways and in the cafeteria. 

But it was worth it. All of it was worth seeing her teary eyes on that 25th morning when he came to her room with the gift he had prepared for her. It wasn’t anything big, he promised he’d do better the next year but she didn’t really care. She confessed that it was her first Christmas gift and hearing that, Jimin made a promise to himself to always gift her something that would make her happy. 

Because to him, nothing was more precious than gifting a little piece of happiness for Christmas. And maybe (Y/N) even admitted that Christmas wasn’t that bad after all.

(She still preferred Halloween though)

TAGLIST: @ggukkieland​, @thequeen-kat​, @meow-meowch​,  @sizzlingwastelandwolf  , @moon8child​, @ bettyschwallocksyee

[radiorenjun]

➶ angie's 1 k followers ! ! !

we're. at. 1 k? excuse me? ( ˚ ߜ˚)!!!

I'm overly emotional right now, YOU'RE KIDDING RIGHT? BYE I NEVER THOUGHT THIS DAY WOULD COME. dude dude I remember joining this platform back in 2018 to read some Thomas Sangster fanfictions and leaving because I got bored. Then I got back in when 2019 started and that was when I first really got into kpop. And that was when I started writing Stray Kids drabbles (i should really get back on that I missed writing for skz I swear)

God what? I remember just writing for fun and to fulfill my fantasies of NOT being single with like 0 followers (except gwen of course) and wow. I can't believe I got this far with writing fanfictions. Damn, yall are true simps for your idols if you follow me fr. The fact that simply last year I went from publishing once every few months to once a week? Is fucking insane. The fact that I thought this blog was probably going no where and I should just enjoy my time with writing fanfictions and now I have like 36282&28 friends to chat and a huge ass following?

hihi ⋆ ˚｡⋆˚⸜(♡ ॑ᗜ ॑♡)⸝ ˚⋆｡˚ ⋆

THANK YOU SO DAMN MUCH? I'm literally in tears as I write this what the fuck, it's been two whole years since i started writing kpop fanfiction here and I had some ups and downs along the way. Im about to get a bit sentimental here so bear with me hehe

Originally this blog was suppose to be a place where I fulfill my boyfriend fantasies despite my issues with disliking physical affection (or affection in general) and to keep my mind busy so I don't spiral down into my depression again and again.

Ngl still is.

But damn, to think that now I can chat other people freely who has the somewhat of the same interests as I do? Dude that's fucking insane. I made some hella amazing friends here too and I'm so fucking grateful and happy that I can talk to them everyday and fangirl bout writing and nct and skz and everything else in general.

I'm not online 24/7 but mostly because of school shit since I'm bout to graduate soon but DUDE DAMN ITS HELLA FUN TO BE HERE. I contemplated on deleting this blog a billion times whenever my life gets too much, but I'm so glad I didn't.

Often times I would go to tumblr as some sort of escape from reality. I would act all hyper and chaotic even tho I don't feel the best in reality, but seeing my moots or followers interact or have a laugh at something or something I say always made my day. Im not the type to go on bout my problems so imma stop getting emotional here LMFAO

THANK YOU TO ALL MY MOOTS, MY FOLLOWERS AND LITERALLY EVERYONE ELSE WHO HAS INTERACTED W MY STORIES. I assure u I have more full fics as soon as i finish idni (which only has approx three chapts left by the way! I'm starting a new series very very soon!)

YOU ALL MEAN SO MUCH TO ME AND I DONT THINK ILL STILL BE BREATHING AT THIS POINT IF IT WERENT FOR ALL OF YALL. Fr the amount of times I feared I would disappoint everyone if I leave IS UNCANNY LMFAOOOO

Thank you for being the reason why I'm staying. Im not planning on leaving anytime soon but I'm sure once I do I'll leave with a positive impact HAHA

Here's a pic of me doing a bridge to celebrate this milestone!

Sexy Bridge reveal look at my 157 cm ass doing a sloppy bridge pls I wasn't even trying in this picture what the fuck is with that bush of a hair. I look s k I n n y here tf. I went 🦗🦗🦟🦗🦟🦟🦗 peak my sexy canvas at the back oh my god that floor do be looking shinier than my will to live dayum. Also feet reveal❗❗❗❗ don't mind my dads bike over there I can't ride a bike LMFAOOO

Anyways, this is angie otherwise known as radiorenjun. Thank you for having me and thank you for everything, I will continue to try and dominate the world with my extroverted ass, thank you and good night/morning/afternoon/evening/dawn/dusk/fucking/renjun/iloveyall/barkbark

WAIT WAIT

REMEMVER WHRN I USED TO GO BY TENSHI-CHANXXX? GLAD WE GOT THAT OUT OF THE WAY LMFAOOOOOO

[stillness-in-green]

Spinaraki Week, Day 5: Free Day+

Post-canon, Shigaraki and Spinner fight--well, something like the good fight, anyway.  For @codenamesazanka​, whose endgame wish for Shigaraki can usually be summarized as, “Escapes punishment to go be a vigilante with Spinner somewhere.”

A drabble series using all the week’s prompts I didn’t hit otherwise, and a few blanks, so let’s just call it Free Day.

———–      ———–      ———–      ———–

Shigaraki's grinning when he walks into the alley, an unmistakable sign that he's onto something.

"Got a new target?" Spinner climbs down long enough for Shigaraki to grab hold around his neck before scaling upwards again.

"Better.  I picked up the trail on our old friend Tsang."  Shigaraki's all lean muscle in a crisp black suit.

"That bastard finally slipped up?  Ha!" A light switches on in one of the cheap apartments above them.  Spinner crawls easily around a corner, changing directions.  "What's our angle?"

"He'll be in town for the Grand Prix next month."  Shigaraki chuckles darkly.  "Game on."

———–      

Spinner stir-fries pork minchee over their ancient stove, adding soy sauce and molasses and listening as Shigaraki, perched on the edge of their ratty sofa, types industriously on his laptop, explaining their new lead.  The sound of New Oumun's nightlife drifts in through the window, a jangle of distant music and traffic wrapped in the hum of eight-hundred-thousand people living on an island thirty kilometers square.

Spinner slides the meal onto one big plate, snags two forks, and drops onto the floor between Shigaraki's knees, leaning back comfortably as Shigaraki steals a fork and leans over him to dig in.

———–      

Spinner wakes to an empty bed and sighs, standing up and dragging himself over to the window.  Unsurprisingly, Shigaraki's sitting on the tin awning below; he doesn't look over as Spinner eases down beside him.  He stares out over the city, in the direction of the glittering casino towers but not really at them, expression blank and cool.

His bad hand trembles faintly, barely noticeable save that Spinner knows to look for it.

Shigaraki doesn't speak as Spinner closes his hands over Shigaraki's own, Shigaraki's deft, pale digits curled lightly between Spinner's claws.  

He doesn't speak, but he leans closer.

———–      

A tip for a successful vigilante career: people never bother hiding much from children.  Spinner allows himself to be climbed on by four local brats, even the one with the purple ooze quirk, as Shigaraki carries on a discussion in near unintelligibly rapid Cantonese.

"Do the trick!" the youngest one demands, holding up a box she retrieved from who-knows where, a heavy padlock hanging from the front.  Shigaraki rolls his eyes but obediently touches three fingers to the lock; a second later, a blue marble rests in his palm, the box lies open, and the kids are telling him everything.

———–      

They get a check-in from Toga a week before the Prix.  She chatters happily away on video-call, firing periodic barbs over her shoulder at an annoyed-looking Skeptic.  

"So you guys have a new thing going down?"

"Yeah.  That bastard from Hong Kong who tried that rice extortion racket last year."

"Hah!  He deserves you two.  Oh! Kurogiri says to say hello!"

"Does that detective know you've been visiting?" Shigaraki drawls.  He doesn't even tense, Spinner marvels, as Toga peals laughter at the suggestion.

"Duh, no.  I'll tell him you say hi too," she pronounces sagely, and Shigaraki doesn't argue.

———–      

"Hey, Shigaraki!  It's almost time; what's taking you?"

"'S gotta look right."

"You're gonna be in and out in minutes; you--blue?"

"Getting bored of black all the time."

"....Why do I have a hard time believing that."

"Believe what you want. But I thought you liked blue, Spinner."

"What are you--why are you grinning like that?"

"Haha."

"...This is about my old vest, isn't it?"

"It's fine.  You even got Re-Destro on polka dots for a while."

"Look, you KNOW I had to--"

"Trendsetting for the whole army.  So fashionable."

"I swear, I'm gonna--mmg."

"..."

"...Shigaraki..."

"..Heh.  Save it for after."

———–      

Shigaraki leaves the casino with a tail.  Several tails, actually, and at least one of them has some experience, because he doesn't just watch Shigaraki or the street around him; he looks up, up and around, at the skies, the roofs of buildings, parking garages, all the usual spots.  

A fire-user, a man with a maw full of jagged teeth and big moon-pale fish eyes, and the experienced one, whose quirk they haven't been able to figure out.

Spinner tucks up tighter beside a wheezing air conditioner unit as they pass below him.  

In the distance, high-powered car engines scream.

———–      

Third guy had a blindness-inducing quirk.

Had.  

Now he has Spinner's machete driven into his neck, no vital signs, and Shigaraki writhes on the ground, growling through his agonized groaning.  A fissure opens up in his neck as he claws at the cement, another across his temple and down the side of his face.  

"No pulse on any of them!" Spinner says frantically, dropping down beside him.

"Haaah.  We're too good at this, Spinner."  Shigaraki grins horribly, wounds beginning to trickle blood. "S'okay.  We've still got Tsang."

"But I thought we were gonna--"

"Yeah.  You just gotta get me there."

———–      

It's not as neat as they planned it, Tsang tossed into the path of a bunch of race cars still marbleized, then loosed with a snap.  

Instead, they have to free him long enough for Shigaraki to off-load the blindness quirk and Spinner just bodily tosses him into the oncoming headlights.  Messier, all around, and there are probably already blurry new pictures of them getting around social media.

But by the time they shake most of New Oumun's “heroes” and bribe or blackmail the rest, Shigaraki's wounds have closed up, he's back on his feet, and they make it home clean.

———–      

Spinner gets Shigaraki into the shower with only minimal bullying; afterward, the two of them settle back on the window awning.

 Shigaraki tucks himself between Spinner's legs and leans back against his chest, arranging his broad arms around his own shoulders with an air of sated possessiveness.

They watch the downtown spotlights of the district swing across the clouds in comfortable silence.

"There's probably gonna be some people calling us villains again," Spinner says at last.

Shigaraki hums in disinterest, eyes half-closed. 

"League of Villains’ leader has nothing to say, huh?" 

"He's on vacation.  No comment."

Spinner chuckles and welcomes in the quiet.

———–      ———–      ———–      ———–

Points of Note: 

-New Oumun is Macau 200 years in the future.  Here’s all the mental image you need.  The Grand Prix is a famous street racing event that, by this point in time, probably includes some pretty wild allowances for quirk use.

-Tsang is from a Hong Kong crime family; pretty much all of Macau’s imports--including all of its food--come shipped via Hong Kong.  My thought is that the two islands have, if not quite merged together, definitely grown in each others’ direction somewhat in the time since quirks Happened to the world.

-Shigaraki mostly burned out All for One (the quirk) in his final battle with Deku.  His 75% complete status combined with the damaged AFO quirk, over-used super-regeneration, and the strain of the last fight has left him a somewhat precarious existence, with his enhancements spiraling into breakdown if he disrupts his balance overmuch.  That said, he definitely did not burn out as much as Midoriya thinks he did, a fact Shigaraki is perfectly content to keep to himself, not least because returning to his role as supervillain is not entirely off the table if Midoriya and his classmates don’t follow through on promises to improve the state of their society.

--Mr. Compress is in the wind.  Shigaraki has his quirk, but by arrangement--he's laying low, but will want his quirk back eventually, once he's established his new identity.  

-Toga has shacked up with a rogue faction of the MLA and is reconnecting to her quirk in a way that tells her it's okay, it's always been okay.  She's handling it with Skeptic and Geten; the three of them have developed a relationship that seems to consist almost entirely of bile and spite, but they close ranks terrifyingly well.

-Kurogiri is overseeing the treatment of the remaining Noumu.  He's in a somewhat delicate honor-bound arrangement overseen by Tsukauchi--he doesn't try to run away as long as Tsukauchi doesn't try to cage him--but he's keeping to his word so far, periodically in communication with Aizawa, though Shigaraki is pointedly incommunicado.  There are issues there that will need to be resolved eventually, but Shigaraki's in no hurry to do so.

-Trumpet becomes instrumental to the MLA ideology surviving and its sounder points being addressed--he does some prison time, but the Commission is completely unable to stop him from turning his trial into a media circus the likes of which the country hasn't seen in decades.  It helps him sleep better at night, anyway.

-All for One, Dabi, and Re-Destro are dead.             -AFO was killed in the Tartarus jailbreak--NOT by Shigaraki, but rather by a guard who realized what was about to happen and made the call, just before Decay got him, to pull the trigger on all the guns aimed at the Lord of Evil’s head.  This was unsatisfying for pretty much everyone.           -Dabi was, one way or another, lost to The Todoroki Plotline.           -Re-Destro almost certainly dies at some point during the "war", protecting his savior and liberator, and willing him to carry on towards tearing down all the systems that entrap people.

[kopikokun]

4 and 21 fun meta ask ^^

ooh okay so,

4. Share a sentence or paragraph from your writing that you’re really proud of (explain why, if you like)

all of these snippets are from my drabble based on the song, stop thinking (about me) by alfie templeman

It burns his cheeks the shade of your tongue, and numbs his paling skin with the same fervour of your tender kisses.

the only reason i liked this sentence is because everything around jisung, all his sensations, remind him of you, no matter how little they have in common. it ties back to the song (stop thinking about me).

  Jisung wonders whether it’ll snow. If he sticks his tongue out, will the fragile puffs taste the same as when he’d first done it with you two years ago? Probably not, but Jisung’s always been optimistic—to a fault you said. He always thought otherwise, but you were always right.

the drabble is meant to portray yn as the toxic partner they are. they tell jisung his good traits are bad ones, and because jisung’s judgement is so clouded by attachment, he’s been conditioned by yn to believe that he’s always in the wrong and they’re always in the right. it’s subtle, and i’m not sure i got the point across well enough, but ahh i just thought it was a little neat.

The crunch of rubber soles against frosted gravel is what gives it away. Then, it’s the heat of your body next to him, so prominent, though on the opposite end of the seat. The fragrance of your mist congests his throat and hazes his thoughts. 

this just illustrates how everything about yn to jisung is overwhelming. being in their presence is too much for him but he still wants yn to stay. it’s dramatic i know lol 

the drabble was meant to embody hot and cold, that feeling of being so cold it feels like you’re burning or touching something so hot it feels cool for that one moment. did i hit the mark? probably not. but it was fun to write nonetheless

21. What other medium do you think your story would work well as? (film, webcomic, animated series?)

the collab piece i’m working on is supposed to embody that ~~quirky~~ teen show vibe of shows like sex ed, never have i ever and the like. those two shows probably do it better, but i could kind of see the piece in that format?? like maybe a short 5 ep show. or a movie perhaps?? haha idk but!! as for the little snippets of scenes in my drabbles, i could def see them as paintings, either watercolour or oil, just a stolen picture of a larger winding story, illustrate with colours and strokes, a single frame, yet if you looked a little deeper, there’d be a little more. that sounds so pRETENTIOUS OMG HAHAHA I SWEAR I JUST MEAN LIKE OOOH PRETTY PICTURE

ask me a meta question!

[caws5749]

Updates

Hello, my wonderful followers and readers! I wanted to reach out and let everyone know my writing plan. So I’ve made this as a post that will let everyone know what I’m currently writing, what I will be writing next, and therefore what will be posted next. 

Currently Writing

-Requests (this is what I have in my inbox)

Multi-part fic.

6 and 9

Sparring together. Playing Black Widow song to annoy her.

Nat x R save a little girl whose parents died.

8 and 2, SMUT.

Mile high club, SMUT

Reader steals all of Nat’s clothes until she doesn’t have anymore.

CEO!Nat x innocent R. Sex over a desk, SMUT.

Nat x R broke up, but are still in love and get back together.

Something based off of the SNL pictures of Scarlett as an angel.

Nat swears all the time to mess with Steve.

Angst. Nat is told some stuff that isn’t true about the R, and doesn’t know her well enough yet to know it’s not true.

R and Clint text each other jokes late at night when they can’t sleep. R is laughing so hard that she wakes Nat up, and Nat gets revenge.

The reader can walk through walls, and is hired by the Avengers. What they don’t know is that she can also see the string of fate. R can’t see hers until she meets Natasha.

Everyone is gone on a mission and someone breaks into the tower. Nat saves the day.

Nat x R play fighting.

Nat takes away the reader’s phone because she’s addicted to a game.

Headcanon of nat x R first meeting at one of Tony’s parties.

R and Nat, R is a virgin. It’s their first time, SMUT.

Scarlett x R, scar is jealous bc R doesn’t realize a friend likes them.

Scarlett x R, motorcycle accident and coma.

Natasha x Adopted Reader. The reader is Steve and Peggy’s daughter. I may not do this one, for reasons I’ll explain if I decide not to.

Natasha x R. Basically, that thing Nat did with Bruce in AoU with the ‘pulling him down over the bar.’

During CATWS, R sees Nat x Steve kiss in the mall when they have to.

MI6 R. Nat x R are in love.

Nat is jealous and R doesn’t notice, Nat kisses her. 

Nat x wife!reader, wife is 6′5″ but a civilian.

R blushes and Nat’s like??? Nat corners R, SMUT

Everyone thinks they’re not together, so they do something to show it, Scarlett x R

R walks in naked and Nat’s reaction, SMUT

- the 2k

- the Camping Series

- Finishing up Dazed and Confused, the Quarantine Series

- Your Red-Headed Mentor, CH 13

- Finishing up the Who Are You? Series

-next part in Secret Touches

-800 follower celebration requests

-text convos

-Ch 3 of “you’re strung as tight as a wire”

-Ch 3 of “and that’s Natasha Romanoff”

-one shots for the “your family” series and one shots in general

-Ch 2 of “wow, what a power move”

-Ch 3 of “a much needed break”

-Ch 2 of Wisdom and Empathy

-Ch 2 of Dual Assassins 

Extra Things I do that take Priority when I do them

-drunk writing nights. this a fun thing i like to do. I drink and write requests i get. they can be drunk prompts, or just any requests or prompts. I have compiled a list of drunk prompts that can be found here, which may help. 

-writing days. if i’m not busy and have a lot of free time, i’ll announce that i am solely writing, therefore, I can get out a lot of small fics. any requests or prompts i receive during that time will take priority over other requests in my inbox, due to the fact that it’s a special thing. I will always work to finish all requests, it may just take me some time. 

-paragraph blurb nights/blurb nights. Smaller drabbles, sometimes only the size of a paragraph! they’re fun, cute, and it’s interesting for me to see how I can write something meaningful in a really short way!

-Fanfic Nights. These are nights when I showcase other fanfics and authors, reblogging their works with my favorite things commented on! I’m hesitant to take submissions, but if you want to try and send me something, here are the rules.

-role play.  if there is anyone out there who is interested in role playing as the reader or any other character (besides Nat haha), please let me know! :) Honestly, you can just make it as easy as sending in an ask saying you want a role-play, and you can start it. i’ll reply to that and we can just keep the convo going :)

[aworldoffandoms]

For the drabble prompt I'm asking for #28...or #12. Or both together cause that sounds like a fun Tuesday. XD Stay wonderful!

Authors Note: This is adrabble from the drabble prompt challenge. It’s number #12 and #28. It’s myfirst one so please let me know what you think of it! (also be gentle haha)Thank you for the ask @harlequinash! This is quite long as my words got away with me but Iswear I’ll be brief next time lol. Hope you enjoy!

This drabble is separate from my series ‘Runaway’ but I’musing the same MC haha

[Edit: The outline and placing of stuff on this post are messed up on the mobile version yet seem fine on the desktop version. Just warning you :) ]

Book: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Liam x MC[Ariel]

Word Count: 1, 982 (give or take)

Warnings: Swearing, drunkenness

Lava 

The Queen of Cordonia could hold her liquor. She was a master at it.Being an American and New Yorker, respectively, she had her fair share of night’s out. A few times after long week’s ofcorrespondence with delegates, ambassadors and many insufferable nobles she lether hair down and dabbled in a few drinks to calm herself or have fun.

She didn’t know how Liam did it. He was the epitome of a king and thequeen herself? Well…let’s just say she was still learning.

It’s only been 6 months since the wedding and she’d been thrust rightinto the work of a monarch and she had been run off her feet since.

She was exhausted.

So, it was after a long day of meetings, a bill passing through theRoyal Council and a very long, detailed meeting with their Director of RoyalCommunications, that saw her sitting in the lower wing of the palace in the secluded bar just outside the copious palace grounds.

She was sitting at the bar, a glass of whiskey in her hand, sipping onit slowly, thinking about her schedule tomorrow which consisted of brunch withthe Queen Mother and a few meetings she had to attend with Liam. A burst of exhaustionwent through her.

I am so ready for sleep…

“Heyoooo!”

A booming voice rang through the quiet space of the downstairs bar andAriel winced at the volume, her body jumping in shock. Her mouth pursed into ascowl, having enjoyed a few moments of silence before the hurricane known asMaxwell Percival Beaumont flew in.

However, as soon as she met the excited, blue eyes of her self-adoptedfun-loving brother, her earlier annoyance fizzled out to be replaced by abright smile. Maxwell’s energy seeping into her tired bones.

“Hey, Maxwell. What are you doing down here?”

Maxwell shoots Ariel a grin, nodding to the bottle of Russian vodka onthe shelf next to the bottle of Jägermeister. On further thought, Maxwellpointed to the Jägermeister as well. The bartender nodded, handing over bothbottles before putting down a shot glass.

Ariel stared at her friend, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Maxwell…whatthe hell are you doing?”

“Well, Your Majesty…I believe that for a woman who has been working ashard as you have deserves a load off so…” Maxwell pauses, reaching over the barand grabbing more shot glasses. “I think it is time for some alcohol!”

Ariel resisted the urge to groan. She could hold her liquor, yes. But Russianvodka, Jägermeister and the already two glasses of whiskey already buzzing throughher veins would not be a good combination in the long wrong run. Mixing drinksis always a bad idea.

Ariel gives him a long-suffering look. “Maxwell…that’s very thoughtful.But I don’t think that’s a good idea. I have brunch with Regina tomorrow and Ican’t afford––”

Maxwell interrupts her with a wave of his hand. “Bruch, smunch. Youdeserve this.”

“But––”

“No buts, Ariel. You need to relax a little. All that queenly stuff andpaperwork isn’t good for one’s social life.”

Ariel stares indignantly at Maxwell. “I have a great social life,Beaumont!”

Maxwell scoffs, a laugh bubbling up from his throat. “Yeah, because youhave to. You’re the Queen of Cordonia but that doesn’t mean you socialise withthe right people.”

Ariel raises an eyebrow. “Are you implying that you’re the right people for me to be hanging with?”

Maxwell’s grin grows wide. “Naturally.”

“Oh, Maxwell…” Ariel laughed, shaking her head at the youngest Beaumontbrother. He was so incorrigible. Despite how tired she felt, Ariel couldn’thelp the smile lifting her lifts. Maxwell was just that kind of person whoalways lit up a room with his energy.

Ariel finished off the last of her whiskey, setting down the glass witha soft tap against the bar. She groans as she stands up, her feet throbbingfrom being on them all day.

“Uh, uh. Where are you going?”

Ariel stares at him for a minute. “I am going to bed, Maxwell. I havestuff to do tomorrow.”

Maxwell rolls his eyes but continues to pour two shots of vodka forthem both. “Come on, Ariel. You know you want to…”

Ariel sighs, running her hands through her hair. “I have a feeling youaren’t going to stop until I placate you and say yes.”

Maxwell leans back, grasping the two shot glasses and handing one overto her. 

“You’re quite right about that.”

Ariel rolls her eyes, the hint of another smile on her lips as theyclink glasses and they both toss back the shot, the strong Russian alcoholburning down her throat as it went. 

***

“Maxwell…you a succhh a bad in-plueence on me…”

“Whaaat can I say, Ariel? I am one half of the Brothers Beaumont. Ihaaavve to be at least good at something, right?”

Ariel giggles, the sound loud in the room they occupied. They had movedfrom the bottom level bar to the drawing room next to it. Maxwell and Arielwere seated on the ground, their backs leaning up against the sofa.

“You know what, Maxwell?”

“What?”

Ariel lolls her head to the side, her mind a haze with the amount of alcoholshe had consumed.

“I think I could beat you at a game of lava.”

Maxwell looks at her quizzically despite his inebriated state. “Lavv-a?What kind of game is that?”

Ariel’s lips pull up in a large grin, her excitement growing. This is onegame that Maxwell wouldn’t know about.

Ariel pours herself another shot of vodka and downs it, slamming the glass on the coffee table before standing, wobbling on her feet slightly.

“Okay…now, I will teach you this custom. It was basically the childhood gameof all American child-renn…”

Seeing Ariel’s smile, Maxwell follows her, jumping up on his feet,himself almost falling over.  “Okay! Showme this custom of yours, Little Blossom!”

Ariel laughs, clapping her hands in childlike excitement. “Okay. Soooo…youhave to pretennd that..the ground is hot like lava and that everyything else isssaaafe. So…let’sss say I call out ‘lava’…then we’d have to find the n-nearestpiece of furniture and stand on it. The first one to fall down or trip loses.”

“Buuut…” Ariel says, lifting up a finger. “The last one to land on a piece of furniture has to take a drink.”

Maxwell smiles, nodding his head in drunken excitement. “Ooooh…let’s dothisss. P-prepare to lose, little blossom-m.”

Ariel and Maxwell begin on opposite sides of the reading room. Both ofthem in the middle, eyeing prospective places to keep off the floor. With themany shots of alcohol running through her system Ariel gives a devious grin toMaxwell and shouts at the top of her lungs,

“LAVA!”

With that yell, Ariel shoots away and jumps on to the nearest thing shecan find which was a cream coloured reading chair beside the fireplace. Maxwellhad found a brown oak coffee table to settle on. Both Ariel and Maxwell laughas they take turns in jumping on the furniture, shooting back vodka and yelling‘Lava’ a few times their voices almost raw.

“Lava! Oh, Ariel—watch out!”

In her excitement to get to safety on top of the sofa, Ariel missed herfooting and with the momentum of her upper body she tumbles over the back of thesofa and lands with a loud thud.

“Ow! That f-fucking hurt!”

“Craaap! Are you alright?”

“What in the world is going on in here?”

Ariel freezes, her body going rigid at the voice. She recognised it. Herface scrunched up in a grimace. It wasn’t many times that he saw her drunk butnow was one of those times.

Ariel thought it best to stay behind the sofa. It was the safest place forher to be right now.

Ariel peeked underneath it, seeing Maxwell standing atop the piano. Shestifled a giggle that wanted to bubble up from her throat but she slapped ahand on her mouth to stop it.

“Maxwell? What are you doing on the piano?”

Ariel sees as Maxwell stumbles for words, himself swaying on the pianotrying to appear sober but failing miserably.

“Um –– I…I don’t…you see…it was Ariel’s idea…”

Thanks a lot, Maxwell… 

“Ariel? Is she here? Where is she?”

Ariel closes her eyes as her heart beats widely against her chest.

Shit. Shit. Shiiit.

“She’s hiding behind the sofa.”

Ariel hears a sigh and feet hitting the floor before a shadow passesover her form and she inclines her head upwards and locks eyes with herhusband. His face was a neutral mask of stoicism but his eyes told a differentstory.

He was mad…but even in her drunken state she could see remnants ofamusement in them too.

“What are you doing down there, my love?”

Ariel stares at Liam for a small while and then she grins. “Oh, I’m justplaying Lava with Maxwell. You know…a game…with a few shots of vodka here andthere.”

Liam’s shoulders shake with a low chuckle and he shakes his head. “Ariel…whatam I going to do with you?”

Ariel smiles from her position on the floor. “Uh…maybe take me to bed? Ithink I had a little too much-h to driiink.”

Liam smiles, his blues sparkling with affection before he bends down andscoops his wife into his arms. “Come on, my queen. Let’s get you to bed. Youhave a long day tomorrow.

Ariel smiles, giving Liam a sloppy kiss on the cheek. “That sounds nice.I love youuuu…”

Ariel’s eyes were already slipping shut. She feels the low rumble ofLiam’s laugher against her ear. “I love you too, Ariel.”

***

Ariel awakens, her eyes throbbing and her head pounding. She felt likeshe’d been thumped in the head a few times.

“Ugh!” Ariel groans. “My head…”

Ariel tries to open her eyes but the light against her lids is painfuland she snaps them shut with a hiss.

“Sore head, Ariel?”

Ariel lies back down against her bed and groans. “More like a sorefreaking everything.”

Liam chuckles, leaning down to kiss Ariel’s forehead gently. “I’m sorryto hear that, my love. But unfortunately, duty calls…you have a meeting in an hour withRegina.”

Ariel’s eyes snap open, all thoughts of her pounding headache gone. Inher rush to get out of the bed, her feet tangled up and she falls to thefloor, her arms flailing about.

She lands on the floor with a loud thump. “Geez! Ow.”

Liam’s warm laughter fills their bed chambers and wraps around Arielmaking her shiver. “That’s the second time you’ve done that.”

Ariel pops up from the floor, giving her husband a questioning look. “Secondtime? When was the first time?”

“When you were in the bottom parlor and hiding behind the sofa?”

Ariel brings a hand to her forehead and scratches it in confusion. Theevents of last night all but a blur.

“How drunk was I?”

Liam grins, his eyes crinkling atthe edges with mirth. “Drunk enough to proposition me, strip down to your underwear before passing out.”

Ariel gasps, her head beginning to throb louder. “Oh. Sorry…” 

Liam chuckles, running a fingerdown her cheek. “No qualms about that, my sweet. Maybe another time.”

Ariel gives him a sly smirk. “I’llbe holding you to that.”

Liam chuckles, giving her a quickkiss before heading to the doors that lead out of their suite.

“I look forward to it. Oh, andAriel?”

Ariel glances back at her husband. “Yeah?”

“Maybe next time we can play ourown game.”

Ariel gulps. “I––I look forward tothat.”

Liam gives her a wink before slinkingout the door and leaves Ariel to take care of her throbbing headache and the fact that she had to appear sober in front of Regina when in fact she had a killer hangover.

This was going to be a long day,indeed.

[reverselights]

[Series of Drabbles]

[Yosuke Hanamura] - Fireman AU

"Here's your cat! He's safe and sound," Yosuke handed you your cat as you smiled in relief. Your cat had gotten stuck up a tree after running away from you for about the fifth time this month. It refused to eat again and went up to the tree in front of your house and you tried to coax it down. However, your cat was too scared to go down. But luckily, some firefighters saw and helped you get your cat down the tree.

"Oh my gosh, C/N! I've missed you so much! Oh how could I repay you?" you asked. Your cat was basically your life and he had helped you get it down. You genuinely wanted to repay him back, after all, your cat might've stayed up that tree forever!

Yosuke pondered about your question for a few seconds and decided to throw in a joke. "How about a date?" After some seconds passed, he laughed to fill the silence in. "Haha, it was only just a j-"

"Consider it done!" you chirped.

And just like that Yosuke got himself a date and a whole ride to the station back filled with teasing by a gray-haired firefighter.

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[Tatsuya Suou] - Silent Time

"I know that you're our leader and all, but take it a little easier, would you?"

Tatsuya lied in his bed and you sat on the edge of the bed as you held his hand while occasionally squeezing it. Today was a long day and the team had fought many battles. Tatsuya was usually on top of his game, but today wasn't the best day for him, as he took many hits and used his spells quite frequently.

He felt too awkward and stiff to respond to you. Instead, he motioned for you to come and lay next to him which you happily agreed to do. He turned towards you as you moved closer to him for warmth and more comfort. He never meant to worry you, and gave you an apologetic look , to which you smiled at. Tatsuya looked sleepy and moved even more closer to you.

"Sweet dreams, Tatsuya," you mumbled. And unbeknownst to you, he whispered an, 'I love you' before the two of you drifted off to sleep.

[Chie Satonaka] - Studying

The smell of dusty books enveloped the library, where you and Chie were studying. You offered to help her study for the upcoming history test so that she wouldn't fail the next one like she did last time. However, it was awfully quiet in your area.

"Hey Chie, are you done?" you asked her. You lifted your head up from reading the book you were engrossed in to check on your girlfriend. She had fallen asleep and rested her head on the set of history questions you prepared for her to complete, to only find it to have a bunch of scribbles and a minuscule spot of drool on it . You sighed and cringed for a slight second and tapped Chie's arm.

"Wake up. It's time to go now," you softly spoke. Chie groaned as she lifted her head off of the desk. She rubbed her eyes for a second and then had a devious smile plastered on her face.

"Can we get meat sticks first?"

'I swear that girl loves meat sticks more than she loves me.'

[Yu Narukami] - Bookstore Meeting

You strolled through the aisles of books as you tried to find an intriguing book. It went on like this for a few minutes until you found a red-covered book called The Great Thief.  However, due to your height, you couldn't reach the book. You tried to grab the book, but failed miserably until a certain someone came to your rescue.

"Is this what you were looking for?" a monotone voice asked you.

You turned around to see a boy with silver hair, wore a Yasogami High uniform, and was tall. He handed you your book and gave you a small smile. Blood rose up to your cheeks and fidgeted slightly from the embarrassment.

"It's a good book. I highly recommend it," he informed.

"Thank you. I'll be sure to read it all the way," you shyly said. He left the aisle you were in, but not before giving you a small wave.

Now you just had to read this book.

[Kanji Tatsumi] - Battered and Bruised

"H-hey! That hurt!" Kanji growled. He had gotten into another fight with a random gang that was harassing his mom. Although he won, he came back battered and bruised and  needed his wounds to be tended to. He was being a little annoying while you helped him though, which you were definitely not grateful for.

"It's supposed to hurt! So just shut up and bear it! " you scolded back at him. He gave you a look and you retaliated by giving him one too, and he went quiet for the time being. You picked up another cotton ball and put some alcohol on it. Kanji braced himself for the incoming sting when you put the cotton ball on him, and then relaxed when you retracted it. He noticed the scowl on your face, and felt a little guilty.

"Hey, why're you so mad at me?! I didn't do anything, did I?" he grumbled.

"No, I'm not mad. I'm just...worried about you. I hate seeing you in bruises and cuts even if it is for a good cause. I love you too much to see you in pain, ya know?" you sighed out.

Kanji moved towards you and pulled you closer to him, which forced you to sit close to him. You blushed at his sudden actions, but you just stayed there. Although he was your boyfriend, he never really showed romantic actions and this was the closest you could get, so you just let him do whatever he wanted to do at the moment.

"I-uh, I'm sorry alright. When we're done, we can spend some time together, o-okay?"

[Maya Amano] - Positive

It had been an exhausting day for you: you were late for work, spilled your coffee on the street, and your boss yelled at your for things that you didn't do. All you wanted to do was to go home to relax and see your girlfriend.

"I'm home," you sighed. Footsteps could be heard coming from the hall, which belonged to Maya.

"Hello Y/N! How was your day today?" she asked as she began to help you take your belongings on the counter. You sighed again and shook your head.

"It was terrible," you mumbled. "I just want to lie down and sleep, like, forever." Maya gave you a sympathetic look and gave you a hug and a peck on the lips.

"Let's be positive, okay? I'll make you a nice bubble bath and we can order something in for tonight," she cheered. You gave her a small smile as she went into the bathroom to start the bath. Even though you had your not so great moments today, Maya for sure was the best part of the day.

[Futaba Sakura] - Competition

"Come on, please...!"

"You really think that can beat me?"

"Wha-"

"Haha, yes!"

You sprung up from the chair and cheered for your victory. You were playing a game with Futaba (which she begged you to do) and won the last round. She had a pout on her face and was feeling sour about her loss. You gave her a confident look and laughed at her expression.

"It's just a game Futaba! No need to get so sad over it," you assured her. Despite your words, Futaba still kept the same expression.

"Y-you, you cheated! I just know it!" Futaba angrily exclaimed. You laughed again, which made Futaba start to laugh too. After some moments of laughter, the two of you finally calmed down.

"Well, now you have to give me my prize too, since I won," you slyly brought up. Futaba groaned and her face started to flush. She leaned closer to you and gave you a kiss on the lips, but it only lasted for a few seconds.

"There, you happy now?"

[Akihiko Sanada] - Sleeping Troubles

As the moon towered over the earth, you could hear the subtle noise of the crickets outside your bedroom. You had been up for a while now and tried all sorts of ways to try and make you fall asleep, but it was to no avail. Perhaps the nightmares about Tartarus from the previous nights were keeping you awake. The stress of being the leader for S.E.E.S combined with the horrible nightmare was too much for you tonight and you groaned softly just thinking about it.

You really wanted to sleep, you really did. But you just didn't know how to, until an idea came in mind.

You grabbed your phone from the nightstand and pressed Akihiko's contact and then pressed the call button.

"H-hello? Y/N what do you need? It's...two a.m," Akihiko groaned out. You felt bad waking him up, but you needed him.

"I-I'm having some trouble sleeping. Can you come over to my room? Pretty please?" you asked him. Akihiko immediately said yes. He loved you too much to say no, and he understood not being able to sleep due to the fear of having nightmares.

You hung up and in a few minutes, you heard your door open and saw a tall silhouette. You held your breath, a little part of you thought it wasn't Akihiko. "It's me," Akihiko softly called out, as he closed the door. You exhaled out of relief and moved over to let Akihiko lie on your bed. He lied down next to you and put an arm under your head to make it more comfortable.

"You feel a little better now?" he mumbled. You nodded against his chest for a reply and finally began to feel like you were falling asleep.

"Thank you, Akihiko," you whispered. And that was how the two of you slept for the remainder of the night, in each other's arms as the moon glistened in the background.