#if that’s what we’re calling him loool

[beansprean]

That….that happened….

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[scaredpigeons]

More than some stress relief

Blade x Stelle NSFW 18+ MDNI

CW: Stelle asks Blade to spar with her, and unfortunately that results in some unresolved sexual frustration, because c’mon, he’s still a whole ass man. Luckily, mama Kafka steps in to lend a helping hand. (Not her literal hand, she just buys the toy lol) phone sex, mutual masturbation? The fleshlight blade uses is connected to Stelle through the (magical) necklace that was part of the set. (Magical) creampie.

WARNING: Blade is very violent in his descriptions of how he threatens to bone Stelle. If you’re uncomfortable with him saying things along the lines of: —until the carnage is unrecognizable, —until you’re nothing but hot pulp running through my fingers (just to paraphrase loool) please do not read this. Blade is a very broken man, I was really trying to play off his more violent tendencies with this one. Stelle is so fuckin down bad tho (relatable)

If you are 18+, comfortable with some gory descriptors, and willing to read, please continue! Enjoy.

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🐺👾: you want to…. Spar with blade? Are you a masochist or something? Should I be concerned? 

🦝🗑️: shut up 

🦝🗑️: I have this crazy lance and I don’t really want to hurt anyone by practicing with it 

🦝🗑️: I know he’s got that healing thing going on 

🐺👾: 👀 …. 

🐺👾: I’m telling him you called it that 

🦝🗑️: DONT U DARE 

🦝🗑️: JUST PLEASE ASK THE MAN IF HE CAN SPAR WITH ME WITHOUT KILLING ME 

🦝🗑️: AND DON'T TELL HIM IT'S ONLY BECAUSE HES WEIRDLY INDESTRUCTIBLE 

🦝🗑️: I don’t wanna like, offend him or anything. Obvi I don’t want him to get hurt, but like, the off chance I slip up with this thing… he isn’t gonna get murked. You know? 

🐺👾: okay okay I get it, I’ll ask 

🦝🗑️: 😩🩶🩶💯🔥

🐺👾: he agreed. Here’s the coordinates. Have fun, don’t die. 

————

“Thank you for agreeing to this, I really appreciate it!” 

The man in front of Stelle says nothing, only stares as the winds coming off the water pick up loose strands of his hair, making the inky strands flow behind him. 

“You… remember me, right?” Stelle tentatively asks. 

Still nothing. 

“It’s okay if you don’t, we don’t even have to go through with this, I just thought you would be the best person for what I’m—“ 

“I remember you, Trailblazer. My mind is not so far eroded that I’d forget you so easily.” 

His voice is dark, just as raspy as she remembers it. She has to clench her teeth to suppress a shudder. If March could hear her thoughts, she’d blush and squeal, smacking her arm in scandal. If Dan Heng could hear her thoughts… he’d institutionalize her immediately. 

This man is dangerous. Incredibly dangerous. Stelle had to lie about where she was going just so no one would try to talk her out of it. 

Danger always pulled at something inside her though, that nasty, deranged thing inside her that craved violence and adrenaline. She figured it was a side effect of hosting a stellaron inside her body, but man— did this guy make her wish she could have something else inside her body too.

 *Wink wink*

Aeons. She’s such a fucking simp. If it wouldn’t make her look bat shit insane, she’d smack herself right now just to get her shit together. 

“Oh…” she said instead. “That’s good. I’m glad.”

An awkward pause lingered between them, and she found herself thinking that maybe she was standing a bit too close to him, despite there being at least two feet between them. 

“Are you… doing well? The last time I saw you, Kafka was… helping you feel better.” She said hesitantly. 

It could’ve been her imagination, but she swore that the furrow of his brow softened ever so slightly. 

“We’re not here to discuss such trivial matters.” His voice was harsh nonetheless. 

“Right, right.” Stelle said, scratching the back of her neck sheepishly. “So, how do we do this?” 

Blade summoned his sword, dragging his fingertips across the edge before spreading the tainted blood across the flat of it, causing the cracked blade to glow and radiate with unnatural power. 

“It is not your time or place to die here, so luckily for you, I will show restraint.” 

—————

Stelle could tell Blade was holding back, true to his word. 

Any flames she created were either quelled by his winds, or overfanned by his elemental power to the point that they grew too dangerous for the environment around them, or even Stelle herself. 

She found that with her control over the lance, she could call forth and dissipate her fires at will, so the damage to herself was minimal. 

She worried that if the flames grew too large, she’d lose control over them— but every time, she willed them away and they would flicker out, leaving charred shrubbery and stone in their wake. 

Didn’t mean they weren’t hot as shit though.  

The first time she’d used the lance, the freezing temperatures of Jarilo XI dulled just how hot her new weapon could become. 

But now, well she couldn’t tell if her sweat was from the flames or just how hard her opponent was pushing her. 

He was toying with her, clashing together brutally before jumping away and circling her like a hawk. 

He was resistant to her taunts, though keeping up with him left little room for her to pause long enough to think of something to say. 

He seemed completely at ease though, the violence in his eyes and the murderous grin doing nothing to help the degenerate part of her brain that was screaming and crying and throwing up at the opportunity to observe him like this up close, without Dan Heng around to make her feel guilty for admiring this man so much. 

Her arms grew heavy, and she’d not even made him sweat, let alone injure him in any way. 

She knew that the lack of true danger was causing her to remain at a reasonable power level, flash backs to the Herta space station incident making her shudder. 

She was really no match for him in this kind of situation. 

He lunged for her again, and this time, she was too tired to react properly. She parried his strike, but missed the signs of his next move, getting her feet swiped out from beneath her as he tackled her to the ground. His sword stabbed into the dirt just beside her head as he landed on top of her, effectively straddling her as he pinned her with his intense gaze. 

Her eyes flitted back and forth between his as her breath heaved in her chest, her heart racing as she struggled to right herself after being disoriented so badly. 

Something in his expression shifted, and instead of murderous amusement, his gaze seemed… hungry. 

He leaned closer, ever so slowly, and continued staring at Stelle so intently it made her do something so embarrassing she knew she would never live it down. 

She whimpered. 

His eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he was gone. 

He pulled away from her and disappeared within the same breath, leaving her lying there in the dirt as she caught her breath. 

She ran her hands over her face. “Well fuck.” 

—————

🐺👾: what did you do to him? 

🦝🗑️: ??????? 

🐺👾: last week. When the two of you sparred, did something happen? 

🦝🗑️: ….

🦝🗑️: why 

🐺👾: ever since he got back he’s been fucking pouting. 

🐺👾: well, I mean pouting in the way that blade does. It’s more of a scowl than anything else, but I’ve known him long enough to differentiate between his various types of frowns. 

🦝🗑️: … nothing happened. We fought. I lost, obviously. But no one was hurt or anything. 🙃 everything’s totally normal 

🐺👾 added Kafka🕷️💕 to the chat

🐺👾: Kafka, what’s she hiding? 

Kafka🕷️💕: some sexual tension, most likely. 

🦝🗑️: …. -_- 

🦝🗑️: mother, why hast thou forsaken me????

 Kafka🕷️💕: nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetie. 

Kafka🕷️💕: Bladie may be a tragic creation of the abundance, but his body was once human. It wouldn’t be a far stretch to say that some of the more… human tendencies of a man may still linger within him. 

🐺👾: F

🦝🗑️: F 

🐺👾: so you’re saying he’s pouting and kicking shit because he’s sexually frustrated? That’s fuckin nasty. 

🐺👾: @🦝🗑️ you need to fix this. I don’t wanna look at him sulk anymore 

🦝🗑️: me?!!?!? Tf am I supposed to do??? How is this my fault??? 

🐺👾: you fought him and now he’s horny. Fix it. 

🦝🗑️: … bruh 

Kafka🕷️💕: I don’t think the traditional way of solving this problem will be the best idea, silver wolf. 🤭

🐺👾: wym? 🤨

Kafka🕷️💕: I don’t think it’s safe right now for our little trailblazer and Bladie to get together on a more intimate level… he’s still a bit unstable mentally. 

🦝🗑️: you let me fight this man while hES UNSTABLE 

🐺👾: heh. L 

Kafka🕷️💕: fighting is what he knows. It’s what comes natural to him these days. Emotions? Not so much. 

🦝🗑️: I mean… I’m always down to help anyone whenever I can

🐺👾: *tucks hair behind ear* “i’M aLwAys DoWn tO HeLP aNyONe WHeNeVEr I cAn”

🦝🗑️: BRO FIGHT ME 

🐺👾: no thanks, I have better ways to waste my time 

🦝🗑️: ENGAGE ME IN A BATTLE OF FISTICUFFS RN 

🦝🗑️: IM ALWAYS DOWN TO HELP BUT USUALLY I GET NICE REWARDS TOO 

🐺👾: heh… you want a nice reward for this one too? 

🦝🗑️: I STTA ILL COME FIND UR LITTLE HOLOGRAM AND SMACK THE SHIT OUTTA YOU 

🐺👾: wtf does stta stand for you heathen 

Kafka🕷️💕: ooh! She’s used this one with me before. It’s “swear to the aeons.” Cute, right? 

🐺👾: 🙄 

🐺👾 has left the chat

Kafka🕷️💕: I think I have an idea on how you can help, if you’re open to it. 

🦝🗑️: …

🦝🗑️: what do I need to do? 

———

“Stelle sweetie!” Himeko knocked on her cabin door. “You have a package here.”

Stelle nearly slipped as her sock feet slid along the smooth floor of her room in her haste to reach the door. 

She tumbled along gracelessly and threw open her door, huffing as she took the package from Himeko. 

A box, about five hands wide and three hands deep, wrapped in plain brown paper, with a little card tapped on and slathered with all the necessary postage. 

“Thank you!” Stelle said hastily, reaching for her door. 

“Wait—“ Himeko put a hand to the door shaft, stepping forward a bit with worry in her eyes. 

Stelle cringed a bit, looking up at Himeko and trying to hide the shame she felt creeping up the back of her neck. 

“Listen,” Himeko started, eyeing the little card on the package with Stelles name written in pretty, looping letters. “I know you and that stellaron hunter have some strange connection that we aren’t sure about, and I know you’re unsure too, but I just want you to be careful, okay?” 

It took a solid two panicked seconds for Stelle to realize that Himeko was speaking about Kafka, and not the other stellaron hunter she’d so guilty formed a connection with recently. 

When the realization dawned on her, she tucked her package to the side and pulled Himeko into a tender side hug, snuggling into her chest a bit as she usually did. 

“Thank you for worrying about me, Himeko.” Stelle said, pulling away. “It means a lot to me, and I promise I’m being careful. I won’t do anything to jeopardize the safety of anyone on the express.” 

Himeko sighed, smiling as she pulled back too. “I know, I just worry about you. We’re all here to support you through this, you know that.” 

Stelle grinned. “I do, thank you.” 

The red haired woman nodded, smiling still as she said her goodbyes and left Stelle to her own devices. 

She’d never closed and locked her door so quickly before. 

Throwing the package on her bed, she hastily sat beside it and pulled the card from the packaging. 

She took a moment to trace her fingers over the pretty script on the card, before she tore open the envelope and read its contents. 

Stelle, 

Inside this box you’ll find the fun toy I told you about, along with a new shipping label to send it off to Bladie. 

I’m off on my own right now, far away from him, and I figured he’d handle it a lot better if it came from you, and not me. hehe~ 

Also, you’ll find a beautiful little necklace I had added to the set, that’s for you to wear. I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful time with it. 

Thinking fondly of you always, 

K 

Stelle blushed a little, Kafka was always saying the strangest things. She tucked the card away in her nightstand and gently pried open the package, not wanting to tear the postage stamps. 

Inside was indeed the… thing that she was told about, and she blushed furiously while looking at the nondescript white box, though the size and shape was very indicative of what was inside.

She pulled the new shipping label out, looking at the address inquisitively and realizing she had no idea where Blade even was, not recognizing the planet. 

She sat it aside and pulled out the other small box inside, opening it up and finding a rather beautiful blue choker necklace. The colour was reminiscent of her garter, and she smiled, happily pulling the gift from its box and wrapping it around her slender throat. 

It clicked nicely in the back, and fit perfectly. She smiled, patting it and thinking about how it was such a thoughtful gift, however strangely unrelated. Then again Kafka was a bit of an enigma regardless, so who knows what her thought process was when putting these two together. 

Stelle closed up the box, slapping the new shipping label over the old one and eyeing it as it sat in the middle of her bed. 

Fuck, I should probably write him a letter, some kind of explination so he doesn’t just throw it away without opening it. 

She scurried to her desk, pulling out a very cutesy animal themed stationary set that March had gifted her after their mission on Jarilo XI. 

The envelopes and cards were soft blue, covered in cute little bunnies and bears and what Stelle thinks are pink raccoons, surrounded with hearts and little stars. 

She laughed at the idea of Blade handling such delicate paper, and got to writing a quick note on her desk.

Hey, 

Don’t hate me, but SW was complaining about your… mood lately, and I thought this might help. I totally fuckin get it, trust me, I understand. Traveling with a group of people that’s more like family than anything else can really put a damper on your… personal time. So please take time for yourself, if not for me, then to at least make silver wolf stop complaining to me that you’re moody. 

I look forward to the day you’ll spar with me again. 

-Stelle 

It might’ve been doing a bit too much, but Stelle couldn’t help but feel like the note might help him to be more receptive to the gift. 

Being a bit delusional never stopped her before, so why should it now? 

She slid the card in the envelope and slapped it to the package, picking it up to go and have it delivered. Hopefully she could feel a bit more at peace once it was gone. 

—————

A quick and impatient knock sounded on his room door, pulling him from his deep meditation on the floor. 

“Hey asshole, you’ve got a package.” 

He and Silver Wolf were sent together to fulfill one of Elio’s scripts, and it was a brief period of lull in their respective duties. 

The inn they were staying at wasn’t lavish by any means, but they were discreet, and that’s really all they could hope for. 

Blade released a breath through his nose as he rose from the floor, walking over and opening up his room to find his fellow hunter standing impatiently, tapping her foot on the rough carpet of the hallway. 

Blade hated carpet in the hallways of inns. Always disgusting and ridiculously coloured. 

“Here.” Silver Wolf shoved the box in his hands, her grin was wide, spreading to her eyes which twinkled up at him with the mischief he tried so desperately to avoid. 

“Who could possibly know where we are right now.” He grumbled at her, though she was already turning to leave. 

“I have an inkling, and hopefully the stick falls out of your ass soon.” She laughed maniacally as she waltzed down the hall. “Enjoy!” 

Blade felt his brow scrunch up tight as he eyed the package. The blue envelope tapped into it was terrible to look at, the childish print making him want to throw it away immediately, but the unfamiliar lettering spelling his name across the paper made him pause. 

He brought the package to his bed, sitting down and thumbing open the envelope. 

The contents of the card made his stomach drop and then lurch into his throat. He was ready to run silver wolf through with his sword. 

Calm yourself. 

He took steady breaths, though he was angry, he was also rather curious about what exactly was in the box. 

With a carefulness he didn’t remember he had, he pried open the package to find a smaller white box without any words or indicators of what could be inside. 

He lifted the lid, only to drop it in shock at what lurked within. He knew what that was. He was older than most but he was still a man, and he knew exactly what had been sent to him— what was to help his “mood.” 

He sighed, pinching his temples. He didn’t know whether he wanted to thank silver wolf or strangle her. Either way, he’d be getting some kind of relief today. 

———————

Stelle was eating dinner when she felt the first phantom touch. 

Fingertips, as soft as a whisper, ghosting over her pubic mound and making her stomach dip. 

Her eyes darted around, but everyone else was still enjoying their meal, chatting quietly together with the melody of silverware accompanying their voices. 

She was sat beside Dan Heng tonight, but both of his hands were above the table. 

She leaned back to look at him below the waist, looking to see if he’d manifested his tail and was making a pass at her, or more likely, was absentmindedly flicking it about like he did whenever he took his secondary form. 

But no, he was tailless this evening, and now eyeing her a bit warily as her eyes darted around. 

“You okay?” He murmured, not wanting to bother the others. 

The touch ghosted along her outer labia now, making her drop her fork in shock. 

Everyone was looking at her now, and she felt something pulse around her throat, right where her new necklace rested. 

Her face heated, and she placed her utensils onto her half finished plate before scooting from behind the table. 

“I’m… not feeling the greatest. I think I’m gonna go to bed early, if you all don’t mind.” 

She stood quickly, standing there for a moment as the touches continued, soft and inquisitive. 

“Are you alright?” Welt asked, concerned. “Would you like me to bring you some tea, or medicine?” 

“No!” Stelle jumped, before she caught herself and smiled sheepishly. “I’m alright, just feeling a little off. Probably just need some good sleep. I’ll see you all in the morning?” 

They all nodded, watching her go with worried eyes, but letting her leave without more questioning, which she was so grateful for. 

As soon as she made it to her room, she felt the first touch swipe through her core, and she nearly keened. 

Her throat pulsed, the necklace weakly glowing in the dark of her room. 

Her body felt hot. She was embarrassed at the amount of wetness that was pooling in her underwear, but most importantly, she was so fucking confused at what was going on. 

Something wet and blunt prodded at her entrance, and her knees buckled as she locked her door. 

She nearly crawled to her bed as her choker pulsed and pulsed with a weak glow, and the blunt thing, which felt suspiciously like a pair of fingers, finally slipped inside her, curiously prodding around, as if feeling her out. 

She slapped a hand over her mouth as she squeezed around the phantom digits, their touch lingering at her g spot with ridiculous precision. The fingers withdrew and she breathed a sigh of relief, though it was short lived as something much, much larger prodded itself at her entrance. 

Her eyes widened, and she scrambled to pull Kafkas card from her bedside drawer. 

“you’ll find a beautiful little necklace I had added to the set, that’s for you to wear. I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful time with it. “

Stelle hadn’t realized what those words meant at the time, but as the blunt head of a ridiculously sized phallic object pushed at her hole, the meaning slapped her in the face like a rouge automaton. 

Her back arched off the bed as the phantom cock pushed into her, and she choked on a moan as it buried itself deep within her. She was so ridiculously wet she wanted to cry, and knowing who was on the other end of this feeling made her eyes roll back into her head. 

The thrusts started slow, but slowly worked their way up to something more intense, almost violent. Her insides churned, and she felt the telltale signs of an orgasm building up so quickly she might scream. 

No, no no no. She scrambled, reaching for the necklace, but when her fingers reached the latch, the thrusts changed angles, pounding directly into her g-spot and she cussed into the dark of her room. 

Her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave, crashing into her and seeping deep into her bones. It was the first actually satisfying orgasm she’d had in an incredibly long time. 

Her fingertips shook as they lingered on the necklace a moment, before she threw them back to her sheets, gripping them tightly as the thrusts continued. 

Fuck, this feels too good.

Through the post orgasm fog, she wondered if he knew. 

Did he know it was connected to her? 

She suddenly felt overcome with guilt. If he didn’t know, this felt a little like taking advantage of his struggles. If he did know, then she wanted to hear him say it out loud, that he knew exactly what he was doing to her. 

She wanted him to hear exactly what he was doing to her. 

With shaking hands and twitching thighs, she slapped around her bed for her phone, biting her lip through the pleasure to scroll through her contacts. 

It was nearly at the bottom, and the last time it was used was a hack of Silver Wolf’s, and Kafkas words, not his own. But she had to try regardless. 

She clicked the call button, bringing her phone to her ear as she bit back moans. 

Suddenly, the thrusting within her stopped, though the phantom cock remained buried within her. 

She gasped as the ringing came to a halt as the line picked up.

There was no answer, though she swore she could hear his breathing, just a bit heavier than usual. 

“Don’t… don’t stop.” She whispered. 

She thought she heard his breath catch in his throat. She definitely heard the swallow before he spoke. 

“What are you talking about.” His gravelly voice reverberated through the phone, and she felt the cock inside her move ever so slowly, in and out. 

She bit her lip. “I didn’t know at first, I swear.” Her thoughts were scrambled as the soft thrusts continued, and the knowledge that he was actively fucking himself with the toy while she spoke make her stomach jump in pleasure. 

“You didn’t know what?” He said, voice low and nearly at a whisper. 

“It’s… we’re… we’re connected.” 

The toy stopped, and she sucked in a breath of relief, hoping to gather her thoughts so she could properly explain herself. 

Suddenly a moan was ripped from her chest as his cock thrust into the toy with vigor, and his intense pace was picked back up tenfold. 

She tried to hide it, but the damage was done, and if he didn’t know before, he certainly did now as he listened to her whine and whimper through the phone. 

“I thought the inside felt far too realistic.” He growled. “You’re squeezing me so tight, little Nameless.” 

She gasped, his voice along with the stimulation was far too much, and another orgasm was quickly approaching. 

She tried to play it off like she wasn’t being fucked within an inch of her life though. 

“Yeah well, it’s… been a while since I’ve gotten any action, s-so forgive me for being a little tense.” She stammered. 

He switched his thrusts to hard and deep, so hard Stelle could nearly feel the sensation of his hips hitting hers, and she’s almost positive the fat of her lower half would be rippling in the recoil if he were actually here. 

“I knew as soon as I saw you that you were just a needy hole begging to be filled.” Blade said, voice deep and oh so condescending. 

Stelle fisted the sheets, her eyes nearly rolling into her skull as her needy moans slipped through clenched teeth. He was right, he was so right— but that didn’t mean she needed to concede so easily. 

“That’s bold talk…” she hissed, biting her lips until they felt raw. “…For someone who literally ran away from m-me as soon as his blood traveled south.”  

His dark laugh made her squeeze around him, and she knew he could feel it because the laugh trickled off into a deep groan that set her face on fire. She felt like her fingertips were alight with electricity, like her body was attempting to defy the artificial gravity on the express as she arched off her sheets. 

The pounding within her never faltered as he continued speaking his vile, filthy words at her. 

“You’re lucky I did, little Nameless.” She could almost imagine his murderous grin, the violence that vibrated through his voice was astounding. “If I had stayed I would have fucked you until not even your beloved crew would have been able to recognize the carnage I’d left behind.”

She couldn’t stop the noise that flew from her throat, a guttural keening that had her gripping her cellphone in embarrassment as he laughed once more. 

“Oh?” He teased, voice edged with gravel and venom. “You must be desperate to enjoy the idea of me fucking you until you’re nothing but hot pulp slipping through my fucking fingers.”

Oh she was so desperate, so fucked. If anyone else had said something so absolutely horrifying, she’d have run far, far away. 

“Does the rest of the express crew know how fucking depraved you are?” His thrusts seemed to pick up speed, which would’ve seemed nearly impossible, except she couldn’t exactly think at the moment, only sob as they slammed against that spot inside her over and over again until she felt herself slipping slowly. 

“Do they know that their precious little star wants to be fucked by a monster?” He snarled, and she cried out into the soft light of her room, thrashing around as her orgasm teased its way at her— but she was holding it back, why, why?

“Please,” she gasped. “Please, can I—“ oh, she thought distantly. Oh I’m so fucked up. 

Blade groaned, the slick sounds of him thrusting into the toy ringing in her ear. “So desperate, so polite. You really are something else.”

She keened, arching her back as the feeling licked at her further, so close to toppling over the edge.

“Go on then,” Blade whispered darkly. “Cum for me.” 

It crashed over her, more powerful than anything she could remember feeling. It pulsed through her in quick waves, so strong and violent as he just kept going. 

It started to dance into sickly sweet overstimulation as she heard his breath quicken, and she steadied her breath, wanting to savor this moment. 

“You know,” she breathed. “I’m a lot tougher than you think.”

His breath stuttered, his pace faltering ever so slightly. 

“I could take it,” she whispered. “I don’t think you’d hurt me in any way I didn’t want you to.” 

He faltered, and she heard him cuss under his breath through the phone.

“Yeah?” He whispered. “You’d take what I give you?”

She nodded at her ceiling, knowing he couldn’t see her, but her mind was too foggy with brutal pleasure to think straight. He was undoing her. 

“Every disgusting, violent, nasty thing you’d give me Blade,” she said, clutching the sheets as tears welled behind her eyes, praying he was almost finished but simultaneously never wanting it to end. “I’d take it so well for you, and I’d thank you for it.” 

“Fuck.” Blade moaned, deep and guttural, and his thrusting seized inside her. Much to her shock, she could feel the warmth of him filling her up, pump and after pump of him coating her insides. 

They both lay there, staring at their ceilings and breathing heavily over the phone, not speaking but not really wanting to anyways. 

Finally, once the breath returned to her lungs unlaboured, she felt him pull himself from the toy. 

She felt like she’d been hollowed out, like a crater had been formed where her insides should be, and without him there plugging her up—-her guts would fall out and she’d be left empty. 

He made a confused noise, and just as he did she felt the telltale squelch of cum slipping from her still twitching insides, and she groaned in frustration. 

“Well then,” he chuckled, softer now than before— almost a forbidden sound. “That makes cleaning up easier for me.” 

She smacked her hand over her face. “This is the weirdest toy ever invented, and I'm going to cry the next time I have to face Kafka.” 

“I figured this had something to do with her,” he said, shuffling noises heard from his end of the line. “She can never stay out of my business for too terribly long, unfortunately.” 

“Mine too it seems.” Stelle sighed. She smiled when he made a neutral sound of agreement. 

“You sound like you’re in a better mood.” She said, uncaring of the consequences.

“Well, before I realized what this really was, I was just hoping to release some inconvenient pent up energy.” He said, voice flat. “But I suppose doing it this way has added benefits. I’m no fool, I understand how the human brain works.”

“So this… helped you?” Stelle asked tentatively. 

He sighed. “I’d be lying if I said it was entirely useless.” 

Stelle smiled, stroking the choker around her throat, the delicate glow now completely faded. 

“I’ll keep my end of the connection on, it's simple enough. Just call me next time, okay? I don’t need to embarrass myself at dinner again.”

“I make no such promises.” She thought she heard the faintest of smiles in that last sentence before the line went dead.  

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail smut #stelle #blade smut #hsr blade smut #hsr smut #hsr blade #hsr stelle #stelle x blade #blade x stelle #blade x stelle smut #stelle smut #tw: violent descriptions

[holdthegirlboss]

watching doccy who for the first time x

2x04 — the girl in the fireplace

ok before we begin i have 2 things to say:

1. i watched this the other day at my friends house so i kind of already know what happens but i wasn’t paying attention AT ALL 😭

2. my other friend when he found out i was on this episode said it was one of the best ones and …. sawray i do not agree xx but maybe i’ll like it more second watch ok hwfg

- madame de pompadour my beloved 💘 she’s so cool wish we could’ve seen more of her x

- this is the only show i will NEVER skip the intro for it’s incredible

- ‘it’s so realistic’ wow mickey nothing gets past u!

- ‘we’re in deep space they didn’t just nip out for a quick fag’ love early 2000s shows there’s no way they’d say this now (to be fair i don’t know but i doubt it x)

- rose has a very slow reaction time considering she’s been doing this for like year why didn’t she just follow the doctor through the door 😭

- me personally if i saw a strange man in my room at night and he told me not to scream i think i would scream anyway x

- when i first saw the doll people in this episode i actually SCREAMED they’re so scary wtf ??? idk how reinette wasn’t shitting herself

- me taking 0.5s of my friends

- OMFG i forgot about the horse 😭😭 this is so funny

- so interesting that the doctor didn’t anticipate reinette seeing into his mind too

- the irony of rose calling the doctor their designated driver and then him showing up drunk two minutes later loool

- speaking of which i feel like the doctor wouldn’t usually ditch his friends who are in danger to drink with a bunch of french aristocrats but what do i know x

- just found out steven moffat wrote this episode. INTERESTING! i don’t know much about how he writes doccy who but i know what he did to sherlock in the end so will be keeping an eye out x

- it is very sad that reinette waited until she died for the doctor to come back :(( bless her rip babes u would’ve loved telescopes

- now that i’ve actually WATCHED the episode my thoughts are that the monsters were very scary and visually it’s stunning but everyone seemed very out of character so that puts me off a bit :// def not my fav episode but oh well on we go x

#doctor who #watching doctor who #rose tyler #tenth doctor #doctor who 2x04 #the girl in the fireplace

[corvuserpens]

OK TODAY I HAD A DREAM ABT THE CORINTHIAN LISTEN UP.

I’m gonna try to make it make sense bc there were some weird bits to it, but here goes the gist of it:

It began at a nerd shop that used to exist in my town (which closed down a couple of months ago, actually). The clerk was closing up for the night, giving the big window a wash and all that, when the Corinthian, in all white and beige clothes, black shades and everything, shows up. He doesn’t walk in through the door, just pop! He’s there, and he starts going through the books at the counter, like he’s searching for something. There was also a cat, a yellow tortie, who slipped in through the open door, but idk what the cat’s deal was. Anyway.

The clerk notices he’s there and tells him he can’t be there, that they’re closed. The Corinthian turns to him slowly, like he knew the guy was there the whole time and ignored him, until he made the mistake of speaking up. He smiles, you know the smile. Charming but in a creepy way, the kind that gives you chills down your spine. He starts toward the clerk, but before he can say anything, I’m there. 

I don’t know how it happened, I was watching the scene unfold and suddenly I was part of it. Maybe I was the cat? No idea. 

Point is, I’m there, I turn to the clerk and I tell him: “I’ll take care of this. You should probably go home.”

The clerk leaves without protest, he’s out the door in a flash and who can blame him? I wouldn’t want the Corinthian giving me that hungry smile like he can taste my eyeballs already, either. It’s just me and him in the shop now, and he looks a bit annoyed that I interrupted any interaction with the poor clerk. He goes back to rummaging through the books (no idea why, I never found out). Meanwhile, I go to the window and push the blinds down so we can have privacy from any on-lookers outside. 

I go up to him and I say: “Corinthian. You know I’ll have to report this to Lord Morpheus, don’t you?”

He turns to me then, that rebellious smirk on his face, and shrugs. “Go ahead. I don’t care anymore. In fact...”

We hear a buzzing sound: it’s his phone going off. He pulls it out from his pocket and shows me the screen. It’s Dream. 

(Side note, I don’t know HOW DREAM GOT A PHONE or how he’s using it, but it’s him, I know it in my soul).

The Corinthian slides to answer, but he doesn’t put it on speaker, or even brings it to his ear, he just holds the phone in his hand. I can’t hear anyone speaking from the other side, and neither him nor I say anything. We simply stare at each other, as if we’re challenging one another to talk first. He ends the call without a single word being spoken, steps up to me in that deliberately slow gait of a predator (ngl he towered over me and it was scary af) and he says: “I don’t give a fuck anymore whether he knows where I am or not. Go on and report. Makes no difference to me.”

And with that, he turns his back on me and walks out the door.

NOW HERE’S THE REAL KICKER OF THE DREAM, Y’ALL ARE GONNA LOVE THIS: I watch him go, I hesitate, but decide to go after him. It’s pouring rain outside, and it’s freezing, but there’s a cover over the shop’s front so it’s fine. I call out to the Corinthian, and I remember feeling so determined, so resolute in my conviction to what I’m about to do next, and also burning with curiosity. 

He stops in his tracks, looks back at me... And I ask, rather incredulously: “You never told me, does your heart beat?”

He returns to my side, stares down at me and opens his arms. “See for yourself.”

So I step up (cautiously) to him, I put my right ear RIGHT ON HIS CHEST, and there it is: a heart beat, strong and calm and strangely soothing, I remember feeling so instantly at peace and good while listening to it that I even closed my eyes and leaned fully against him. He was so warm and it was so cold out in the street, I swear I could have stayed there listening to his heart for the whole night. I think I was a little bit in love with him for a second, LOOOL. But then I caught myself, stood back and looked up at him with wide eyes, I couldn’t believe what I had just witnessed, and he gives me this smile that is just so... sad. No joy at all, just an empty smile, and he asks me: “Do you understand, now?”

I can’t think of anything to say.

He starts to walk away in the rain, and I stand there for a long ass moment weighting my options, torn between reporting back to Dream because I’m loyal to him (was I a dream myself, I wonder?) and following the Corinthian. I want to know more, I want to go with him and help him find whatever he’s looking for, but just as I start running to catch up to him and reach out to grab his arm, like literal miliseconds away from my fingers touching the sleeve of his coat, MY FUCKING ALARM GOES OFF AND I WOKE UP. SMH.

It was such an amazing dream, I wish it could have gone on for longer. And it’s giving me so many fic ideas, ohhh yes!

#The Sandman #the Corinthian #Dreams of a Crow #oh look new tag just dropped lmao

[lewisthot]

exactly - you don’t like everything he does but the lengths you’re going to comment on his post is very ??

at the end of the day he still is british as much as caribbean it’s a sticky one let him be

loool what lengths am i going to? i literally don’t care like i said i expected it and i’m british too but unlike lewis i get taxed and it funds the royal family’s lifestyle, protects her pedo son and now paying for her funeral whilst we’re in a cost of living crisis! i’m allowed to feel a type of way

idk why you’re trying to defend him about let him be, i called his post embarrassing and stupid boo freaking hoo like relax, im not cancelling him

#the way i laughed when i saw the post like damn it’s cringe #i could really write a list of things i don’t like about lewis #i’m not some blind follower #ask

[cow-smells]

You’re Mine [Eli Hawk Moskowitz x Reader]

Requests: 1. there’s a new girl on miyagi-do, she’s classmates with sam, hawk, miguel, tory, robby, demetri, etc... for some reason, she and hawk didn’t like each other (he can be on cobra kai or eagle fangs, that’s your choice), and one day they make a bet, which this girl wins. hawk has to be her slave for a whole week. BONUS IDEA: a stolen kiss during a fight. maybe admitting feelings for each other? i’d love that! ( @berriewrites​ ) 2. love the hawk smut but i’d also love some fluffy hawk about him secretly liking the reader who’s in miyagido but he tries to act all tough and hide it (anon) 3. AHHH CAN WE GET SOME HAWK FLUFF!? I love the idea where you swear that you don’t like him and you guys make eye contact from a distance when he’s standing with his friend group and you’re standing with yours and you get flustered and he can tell and he smirks and just ahh (anon)

A/N: this took so longggg this came out longer than expected (and honestly i could go on, but i wanted to get this out already) + real life has come hitting all at once and its been overwhelming lol. thanks for being patient and sticking around <3 i enjoyed writing some fluff (amidst a flurry of smut reuests loool :)

Words: 2981

Warnings: none

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Summary: You don't like Hawk. He's a bad person, that much you know for sure. You're ready to make his life miserable when he loses a bet with you, but then you actually have to spend time with him...

   You didn't like this.

Forgiveness seemed to be a virtue that evaded you. Eagle-fang and Miagi-Do were uniting and everyone seemed to be all for the union – except for you.

Some things were simply unforgivable. For you, Hawk breaking Demetri's arm was one of them.

You and Demetri became nearly inseparable friends when you both joined Miagi-Do. He had told you all about his former friend Eli and how he'd abandoned him in the favor of bullying him in any way he could come up with; that bullying taking a turn to the extreme when Hawk took to breaking bones.

    Demetri had since forgiven him, but you hadn't.

Demetri had a softer heart than he let on, and he missed Eli terribly, so when the latter suggested they work together he gladly accepted.

But you were more objective about the situation, as you weren't a part of it, and forgiving such cruelty was beyond you.

    The one good thing about the dojos coming together was the intense dedication that grew on everyone. Now that you had a common enemy, many participants would hang around in Miyagi-Do's dojo long after training sessions, training until you could hardly move your limbs.

     The sun had ago long fallen when you and the remaining students took places around a mat, ready for the sparring session to begin.

With Daniel and Sensei Lawrence gone, you had taken to writing down names and pulling them out of a bowl to decide on sparring partners.

    All the negative emotions you felt channeled in to great excitement when Miguel called your name – followed by Hawk's.

You could have sworn you saw a look of something you couldn't read – concern, perhaps, or fear? Before he seemed to share your excitement as he stepped on to the mat with a grin that was almost predatory.

    Two could play at that game.

    “You're as good as dead,” you said, your voice dripping venom. Hawk's smirk just grew.

    “Is that so, princess? I'd like to see you score as much as a point.”

A light bulb lit in your mind.

    “Yeah?” you taunted. “What if I get three?”

Hawk laughed. “You got a lot of confidence, don't you? I'll tell you what. If you can score three points on me and win, I'll...” He bit his lip as he thought. “I'll let you boss me around for a week. Whatever you want.”

The blood rushed through your veins, ready more than ever to fight. You were grateful for the lack of your sensei, knowing this nonsense wouldn't stand if he were here.

    “Deal.”

    “Are you guys done?” Miguel huffed, standing between you two, ready to referee. “Good. Bow.”

    You bowed without intent and got straight to attacking. Hawk didn't expect it; he came from the dojo that prides itself on strike first and yours cared mainly about defense. You earned your first point within seconds.

    That only served to throw Hawk off his game further. He dived in right away for the attack and was caught unprepared when you fell, sweeping his leg.

    You earned your second point.

By that point, Hawk might as well have been fuming out the ears. His brows furrowed in anger as he looked at you like you were the most vile thing he had ever seen; that satisfied something within you.

    The flurry of hits and misses was so rapid you were caught unprepared when you managed to land a punch on Hawk, Miguel's voice rising as he named you victor.

    Hawk huffed, clearly exerted. You smiled. “You're mine.”

You were fully intending to use this bet to its full potential.

The next day was Saturday, and Hawk, true to his word, showed up at your doorstep at 9 p.m sharp, just as you had ordered.

You paid him no kindness when you opened the door, not exchanging a word with him before demanding: “Helmet?”

Hawk handed you a helmet, not looking particularly pleased about the situation but not being able to stop himself from taking in an eyeful of you anyway.

You needed a ride to tonight's party – that's where Hawk came in, beginning his work for you as a personal valet. Accordingly for the event, you were dressed meticulously, showing off your best features – and if you were to judge by Hawks reaction, you were on your way to turn heads.

You climbed on the motorcycle after him, circling your arms around him loosely; but when he kicked off and started the ride, you couldn't help but tighten your hold.

    The party was overcrowded with people from the moment you got there; Yasmine's parties tended to get a bit... excessive.

You ditched Hawk the moment you got sight of your friends, ditching the helmet on his bike to run over to Sam, Moon and Yasmine.

Yasmine didn't hide the dirty look she sent at Hawk. “Ew. Who's the freak?”

You grinned proudly. “My valet. Ignore him. Actually...”

You looked over to the drinks table; someone had tapped a keg and it was being swarmed with people.

    “Hey, Hawk!”

Hawk turned to you, the slightest furrow in his brow as he had already joined his own friends. You pointed at the drinks table. “Vodka soda!” you ordered.

He rolled his eyes, but did it anyway. Your friends watched wide-eyed as he obeyed you wordlessly, bringing over the drink. “Anything else, princess?”

    “Yes,” you gave him a judging once-over. “Don't drink tonight. I want to get home in one piece.”

He bit his cheeks and glared at you before growling “Fine” and returning to his friends.

At some point you didn't even want a drink any more, it was just fun ordering Hawk to go fetch you another one; and so, you found yourself unintentionally drunk, laughing mindlessly at anything said and swaying on your feet.

You didn't even know how late it had gotten when Hawk came in the living room looking for you, ready to go home as most the others already had.

You had earlier made him promise to take you home as well, and – something you were quickly learning was, Hawk was definitely a man of his word. He spotted you half-sprawled on the couch, laughing with Yasmine at something you didn't fully register. Your cup was askew in your hand, contents about to spill over when Hawk grabbed it out of your hand, placing it on a table nearby.

    “Come on, Y/n. It's time to go.”

    “Not yet!” you grinned gleefully, taking hold of his wrist and shaking it dumbly as you spoke. “Later! We're having fun!”

Hawk placed his free hand on yours that held him. “It's four AM, Y/n, time to call it a night.”

    You didn't reply, instead resorting to pouting like a child.

His eyes softened (the puppy eyes never failed to work) – but his jaw clenched. “If you don't come now I'm leaving you here.”

    “Fine!” you hurriedly rose to your feet, using Hawk for balance. “Bye,” you pouted at Yasmine childishly as Hawk pulled you away from her and out of the house.

The sudden quiet of the outside was nearly overwhelming, Hawk's voice sounding too loud for you. “How am I supposed to get you home when you're this drunk?”

    “I'm not drunk,” you answered instinctively, knowing that you very well were.

    “If you can make it to the bike in a straight line, I'll believe you.” You look at his bike, ten feet ahead. You decide to keep holding on to him. “That's what I thought. Listen. You gotta stay awake, okay? I can't have you falling off in the middle of the road, or making me sway, because then we're both dead. Got it?”

    “Dead. Got it.”

Hawk didn't look convinced, but placed a helmet on you and buckled it anyway.

It was about ten minutes in to the ride when Hawk pulled over. He turned to you, his voice as serious as he could make it; you simply smiled, somewhat dazed. “This isn't going to work.”

    “Hm?”

    “Y/n!” Hawk called, trying to wake you up a little. “Don't fall asleep!”

    “Yes, sensei.” you slurred. Had you been any more awake, you might have noticed the way Hawk's eyes widened at that.

Hawk had to refocus himself to go on. “I'm serious. Look... My house is closer than yours. You can sleep it off at mine, and I'll take you wherever tomorrow. Okay?”

    “Okay,” you shrugged, your mind not caring about much other than regaining the warmth of Hawk's body pressed against yours.

Minutes later you pulled up at an unfamiliar house. Hawk unbuckled your helmet and set it aside, helping you off the bike and guiding you inside, motioning Shhh as he led you through the corridor of his darkened house until you reached his room.

The most natural thing for you to do the moment you saw a bed was to collapse on it. In the seconds Hawk turned his back on you to find you Pj's to wear, you had fallen asleep.

    Looking at you on his bed, Hawk exhaled heavily. He was very aware of your hatred of him; what he couldn't understand was, if everyone else forgave him, why not you?

It certainly didn't help that you looked the way you do, that you were talented, and that everyone loved you.

So Hawk undid your shoes and pulled them off, laying a blanket on you before leaving you to sleep.

    You woke up groggy, somewhat hungover and in a strangers room; an interesting start to the day.

You didn't really want to leave the comfort of your lonesome in the room but it was clear you would have to face the music at some point, so you womaned up and left the room.

Following the smell of food cooking, you walk down a hallway to find a red-haired man in the kitchen, his tattooed back to you, muscles flexing as he flipped a pancake.

With his hair down, it took you a moment to register who you're seeing; who's bed you spent the night in.

    Hawk.

Your first instinct was to groan, to cower in to yourself in regret; but then you remember how tenderly he treated you the night prior, making sure you got safely to a bed, letting you have his bed.

You swallowed your pride and stepped in to the kitchen. “Morning.”

Hawk's shoulders jumped in fright as you startled him; you couldn't help but giggle. He quickly rightened himself, straightening his back and flexing his abs as he turned to you.

    He was good looking and he knew it. You hated him.

However, you felt your power returning to you as he couldn't help but look you up and down, your disheveled clothes revealing a bit more than they had the night before. Hawk inhaled sharply, reminding himself of who he was, how he was supposed to act: unfazed.

    “Bout time you got up.”

You frowned, looking at the kitchen clock. “What do you mean about time? It isn't even noon yet.”

    “Yeah, well,” Hawk flipped a pancake on to a nearby plate. “You wanted me to take you to the mall today, right? I have practice later, so it's gotta be now.” The Eagle-fangs were holding weekend practices of their own, something you weren't a fan of.

    “Jeez, fine,” you sneered, allowing yourself to sit at the kitchen table. Amidst the chaos that was waking up in Hawks bed, you had totally forgot you previously asked him to take you out today. Yasmine's parents were making her take tutoring lessons, Moon was doing some spiritual healing thing and Sam was with Miguel, so you were left all alone – but you certainly didn't intend on spending Sunday at home, doing nothing.

    Hawk finally shut off the burner and joined you at the table with a stack of pancakes and two plates in tow. “Eat away your hangover. I'm not gonna hold your hair up if you hurl.”

Breakfast with Hawk ended up being a surprisingly civil affair; so was shopping. There was something exciting about dragging him along after you, shop after shop, having him carry your bags and modeling clothes for him. And honestly, you were loving the effect you had on him. You knew he was trying to hide it, but you could see the way he grew antsy when you tried on bikinis. You loved teasing him, knowing he couldn't have you.

    What also didn't hurt was the way you two turned heads walking down streets together. You were undeniably gorgeous, and he... While at first you thought it was the bright red mohawk that grabbed peoples eyes, after a close inspection you couldn't deny he had fair features, too. You had to look away whenever he tensed his jaw, accentuating his jawline, or if God forbid he smiled, you had to deny the way his smile made your stomach knot up.

    As though to top off the experience of him, by the time you finished shopping, Hawk would have been late if he was to take you home, so you suggested he take you to practice with him and just take you home once he was finished. And oh my... You did not need to see him fighting. Having a whole hour to see his biceps flexing as the threw punches was doing you no favors; when you were both practicing you were too busy with yourself to notice him, but right then you had a whole hour to do nothing but stare.

At the end of the practice you rose when Hawk approached you, ready to go. When his sensei understood you were waiting there for him, he asked Hawk, “Yours?”

Hawk didn't answer; he merely smirked that Hawk smirk of his. His sensei nodded proudly. “Nice.” Creep.

You had a couple more days to squeeze the most you could out of your bet, and by all means were you planning on using them.

Hawk was taking you to school and home every day on the back of his bike – to Miyagi-do, too. It became a regular thing to see you two together, and if anyone was expecting you, they expected Hawk, too.

Just as the previous mornings, you and Hawk walked in to school together. Seeing your friends, you bid him goodbye and went to join them, your eyes lingering on him a bit too long as he said hello to Miguel.

Yasmine's jaw dropped as she looked at you, her expression scandalized. “What?” you asked.

    “You're totally in to the freak!”

    “What? No,” you denied – but even as the words left your mouth, you could hear your lack of conviction. “No.”

You looked back to where Hawk and Miguel stood; this time, he caught your eye. Then, with total audacity, he winked at you.

You felt heat rush through your body.

The smirk that grew on him suggested he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

    You hated it.

Deciding to put an end to this madness, you wordlessly leave your friends and march up to Hawk, a new rage running though you.

He stopped talking with Miguel when you reached him; Miguel visibly tensed at what he felt was a dangerous situation for him to be in.

    “Sidebar,” you ordered. Hawk smirked.

    “After you, princess.”

You hoped no one would notice when you lured him in to an empty classroom, but in all honesty, it was you and Hawk. There were always eyes on you two.

You turned to him once you were engulfed in the silence of the room. “Listen. I don't know what you're playing at, but cut it out. I own you, got it? Don't go winking at me in the hallway like I'm your girlfriend or something.”

You expected to see him cower, blush, show any sign of intimidation – but there was no such emotion. The smirk he wore only grew in confidence. “You sure about that?” he asked cheekily. “Because it seems to me like you'll find any excuse to be around me.”

You couldn't believe the audacity of this boy. You were stunted for words; he went on. “Be honest with yourself. Once the week is up, you'll still find reasons to talk to me.”

You bit your cheeks; you hated how he was right, how he read you so easily. “And look, I'm done playing this game too.”

Your stomach dropped. Was he about to reject you, without you even confessing? “I'm not playing with you,” you tried to say intimidatingly, but your voice came out too small for comfort.

    “Me neither. So...” Hawk looked down at you; you could have drowned in his ocean eyes. You averted your gaze to the side, crossing your arms.

    “Fine. We can call it off early.”

Hawk chuckled. You wanted to punch him. “You still don't get it, do you?”

You returned your eyes to Hawk, ready to chew him out when he placed his hands on your cheeks, pulling you to him for a kiss.

You could feel yourself melting in to the kiss, feeling a rush of adrenaline run through you as you finally got to experience what you didn't want to admit to yourself that you craved so deeply.

When he finally pulled away, he kept his hands on you, your noses nearly touching. “I've wanted to do that for a long time,” Hawk admitted.

You half-smiled. “It's only been a week.”

Hawk had burst in laughter, his thumbs caressing your cheeks. “You still don't get it.” Before you could protest his words, his lips met your once more.

    Maybe you could find it in you to forgive him, after all.

#cobra kai imagine #cobra kai #eli moskowitz imagine #eli hawk moskowitz #eli moskowitz x reader #eli moskowitz/reader #cobra kai fanfic #cobra kai hawk

[literaryfic]

Episode 11 breakdown

chayenzo has reached their bonnie & clyde peak in this episode and i’m living for it.

cha-young TORTURING and KILLING the three killers and vincenzo not holding her back

vincenzo letting her take the lead while ‘interrogating’ them... WHILE HOLDING HER COFFEE

at one point he looks worried when she ups the toxic smoke(?) flow (i think he doesn’t want her to lash out and regret what she did) but he doesn’t stop her.

he looks at her when they say they want to answer for their crimes in front of the law and she says “and who would that benefit?”

he’s letting her handle this all throughout the scene, and he’s seeing first hand what she’s capable of, what’s she comfortable with and how far she’s willing to go (which is all the way)

their dynamic has changed a lot from the previous episodes. they’ve truly become partners IN CRIME. (murder couple!!!!).

and as a good husband he tells her he’ll help her throw the people who killed her dad in the tiger’s cage when they’re done using them.

him telling her she belongs in the mafia!!!!!!!!!!! he fully recognised her as one of his own, someone who is capable of the same atrocities as he is and who he can rely on and trust as his equal.

her not reacting negatively when she finds out the extent of vincenzo’s mafia past / when shown the pictures of his killings. she even takes the picture of one of his murders out the prosecutor’s hand....

the HUG scene!!!!!!!!!!!! the chayenzo one, i should say. i think this is the most transparent vincenzo’s feelings have been made for cha-young and the audience to see (excluding the scene where he watches sleep).

first, he doesn’t want to stop drinking and uses the snacks as an excuse to continue drinking until 4 am. i think it’s important because so far vincenzo has done everything he’s said he would do. he does not lie or goes back on his words easily, EXCEPT WHEN CHA-YOUNG IS INVOLVED. the only time he does it for something else, it’s because he breaks the promise of not hurting others. although we’ve seen before how he lied about buying wine, it could just be because he was aware they were being followed and wanted to make sure nothing happened. but here, he clearly says they’ll only drink until 2 am, and when 3 am comes, HE’S THE ONE TO ASK HER TO DRINK UNTIL 4. he uses yet another excuse bc he doesn’t want to part ways with her yet.

then, she apologises for hugging him all of a sudden and he says there’s no need to say sorry, because she was worried. HE NOT ONLY DOESN’T MIND, HE’S TELLING HER IT’S A NORMAL REACTION. i truly think this says a lot bc all throughout the episode vincenzo is being hugged and he HATES it. he’s not a touchy person (except with cha-young ofc) and doesn’t like to be touched. but not only does he hug cha-young BACK, he’s saying she’s allowed to do that. They’re both testing their boundaries with each other.

also, when cha-young tells him she doesn’t know if her heart was beating bc of the situation or bc of her feelings for him, he looks like his own heart is beating really fast!! he swallows, looks away... vincenzo cassano, the mafia consigliere with no fear, is NERVOUS bc of hong cha-young 😭

finally, the HUG. when she says she’s testing to see if she has feelings for him, he smiles bc he finds her cute and he says he won’t move BC HE WANTS HER TO HUG HIM. he smiles as she’s hugging him bc he likes it UNTIL she hugs him harder and he feels nervous again (like he doesn’t want her to hear his fast heartbeat hahaha.) and his holding the chair bc he wants to hug her but he’s holding himself back. and then they look at each other and i just know he doesn’t know what to do hahaha.

meanwhile, cha-young looks at him intensely and i can just TELL that when she says “ah, i was wrong, it was because it was a dangerous situation” she’s LYING YOUR HONOR. she has the softest expression on her face, she’s definitely deeply in love with him lol.

then when she goes back to lie down, vincenzo literally doesn’t know what to do with himself. you can see he’s almost distraught!!! and the way he looks and smiles at her really softly just proves he knows she’s lying as well lol.

i think it’s interesting how the background music from chayenzo’s hug scene introduces his scene with his mom

in this episode vincenzo truly deepens his roots in South Korea, first with cha-young, then his mom, and finally the tenants

it’s also super symbolic that he picks up a thread and gives it back to her haha. it means that instead of serving their relationship, he’s ready to come back to her. he’s healing from the scar of being abandoned and he’s forgiving her.

also am i the only one who thinks the mom lowkey suspects/knows he’s her son? i really can’t tell if she can tell or not....

CHA-YOUNG BEING JEALOUS OF MIRI/POSSESSIVE OF VINCENZO IS SOMETHING I DIDN’T I NEEDED. the way she pushes her chair and hides her face hahahaha... and then she holds his arm!!!!!!

cha-young also puts her hand on his shoulder a lot this episode. they’re so naturally touchy with each other, and the contrast between how vincenzo handles physical touch from literally anyone but cha-young makes it even more domestic 😭

ALSO, vincenzo asking cha-young to come with him when he’s arrested... the parallels between him saying ‘let’s go, lawyer-nim’ when he protects her and ‘come with me, lawyer-nim’ when he’s in trouble...... PARTNERS IN CRIME

the tenants being not only understanding of his past, but PROUD and IMPRESSED???? they respect him much more now than before 😭

the whole Mr. An scene was soooo cool and satisfying!!!!!!

today’s episode was just ‘everyone wants to fuck vincenzo because he’s hot’ and where is the lie???

the tenants throwing him A LITERAL PARADE when he’s back. CHA-YOUNG ASKING IF IT’S A WEDDING HALL WHILE RESTING HER HAND ON HIS SHOULDER AND EVERYONE THROWING CONFETTI AT THEM????? they’re married in canon idc

she even tells him “with all the support that you have, why don’t you make your own family here?” YOU TELL HIM, HE CAN JUST SETTLE HERE WITH THE GEUMGA GANG BC THEY HAVE HIS BACK AND STAY WITH YOU

the tenants telling him about the gold was so funny... hopefully V finds a way to get the gold and they all divide the money equally or something

now the scene where he tortures the arms dealer..... THIS IS THE HOTTEST SCENE IN THE DRAMA IDC IDC IDC

playing the Russian Roulette himself and not blinking an eye i’m— “there’s no limit to fear” your honor i know he murdered countless people but have you seen him at work???? who wouldn’t forgive him

I’m so glad we’re getting darker!vincenzo... i want to see the ruthless consigliere everyone fears !!!! more vengeance and murder everyone !!!!

i’m thankful they didn’t drag on the “who’s babo” story line bc that would’ve been frustrating. when vincenzo called cha-young and told her who junwoo was WHILE SHE WAS WITH HIM!! AND SHE ACTED SO PERFECTLY!!!

also she didn’t doubt vincenzo for a second and she straight up asks him if he’ll stick to the plan (of killing him) without a beat

this episode just showed that everyone in this show is a morally grey villain and i don’t think they’re going to be like ‘the main couple went to jail for a few years to pay for their crimes and then lived happily ever after’. if we follow that logic everyone has to go to jail for something loool. i want them to win with no consequences, get away with everything they did and destroy Babel, idc!!!!!!

#vincenzo #chayenzo #vincenzo ep 11 #vincenzo spoilers

[bluemusickid]

Hi! I hope you're doing well 🥰 Can you I request one where Steve breaks reader's arm or leg by mistake during training and has to take care of her afterwards? Definitely won't mind if some smut is added 😅 Thank you!!

OMFGGGG MY FAV WRITER SENT AN ASK ASDFGHJKL (Also full disclosure: this has been one of my kinks for a while :P)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Warnings: slow burn (just a tad), 18+, SMUTTTT, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), did I mention NSFW? Read at your own risk.

A/N: I would like to thank @imdarkinme for sending in this AMAZING ask! She’s a doll and I’ve been a fan of her writing for so long!! I would also like to thank @donutloverxo for converting me to a Steve Stan loool. I wanted him to be a bit dark here, but in the end his dorky side won. :P Without further ado, I hope you enjoy!! Send in your requests here and you can join my taglist here (or you could just send an ask lmao)! Thanks!

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The Learning Curve

You groaned as you got up from the mat, yet again. It was dumb of you to ask Captain Rogers to train with you. As a new recruit, you’d obviously wanted to impress him; he was the leader of the Avengers after all. There was only one tiny problem you forgot to factor in: the man was a Super Soldier, while you were...not.

“Come on, get up! We still have two rounds to go!” a voice bellowed from above you.

You mentally cursed at the voice. You’d tried to not let it affect you, but like many others, you had a bit of a crush on the Captain. But it wasn’t solely because of his looks, it was more about his passion to help and save and to protect. He was always so passionate, it was hard to keep away(which was a fiercely guarded secret). You felt like Icarus, when you were with him.

Getting up, you tried to block his punches, while getting in a few yourself. It was impossible, the man was a champ. You saw your opening, however, when he seemed to be distracted by someone approaching him from behind you. Seeing this as a golden opportunity to catch him off guard, you threw a punch aiming for his face. Unfortunately, he blocked the punch and pushed you, to ward you off. It seemed as if he too, forgot that he was a Super Soldier, pushing you a bit too hard.

You screamed as you fell to the ground, twisting to save your face, your arm breaking your fall. Your suspicions were confirmed as you tried to move your arm but couldn’t. Steve heard you yelp and rushed to your side, carefully inspecting your injured appendage. You squealed as he touched your arm, the pain indescribable. Steve whispered his apologies a million times, trying to haul you up by your waist, in vain. Finally, he gave up and picked you up bridal style, like you weighed nothing.

You gasped, partially out of pain, but mostly out of surprise at the sudden move. 

“Umm...Cap..tain..I..can..walk..” you stuttered, unable to keep the pain out of your voice.

He looked into your eyes and smiled, shaking his head. Oh dear lord. This man truly was gorgeous. Nearing the MedBay, he slowly placed you on the bed, his mouth tantalisingly close to yours as he lowered you onto the surface. You never realised how blue his eyes were, which at the moment were filled to the brim with anxiety and some other emotion; which you couldn’t quite place your finger on. Deciding you were probably delirious from the pain, you tried to focus on what the doctor was telling you.

“...so you’ll have to be on constant bedrest for the next two weeks before we can check again to see if you need a rod put in.” 

“Err, I’m sorry doc, what?” you mumbled apologetically, embarrassed by your thoughts.

“As I was telling Captain Rogers, you seem to have a hairline fracture in your ulna, which could require support. You need to rest and take it easy for at least two weeks. Training will have to be put on hold, and I suggest you call a family member to take care of you in the meantime.” the doctor said, scribbling notes.

“Oh, that..won’t be necessary. I can do stuff on my own, I’ll be very careful.” you said with a grimace, not wanting to seem weaker in front of Steve.

“That’s not gonna happen.” Steve said, firmly. “She’ll stay in my quarters. It’s the least I can do after breaking her arm.”

You stared at him, a million things going through your head. You and him, in the confines of a room, alone. Oh no. This was going to be torturous in more way than one.

“Oh no no no, Captain. I couldn’t. I wouldn’t like to impose. Plus, I’m feeling better already! I’m sure it’s more than manageable. Please..I..I’ll be okay, really.” you rushed, pretty sure that your voice was betraying just how fast your heart was beating.

Steve smirked. “This isn’t up for debate. Plus, I’m sure it would be easier for the others to check up on you when we’re away on missions.” he said, taking the prescription from the doctor.

You winced as he helped you up from the bed, the warmth of his hand making you hyperaware about what your life was gonna be like for 2 weeks. You sighed. It was gonna be a loooong two weeks.

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You realised after a week that your worries had all been for naught. Steve was an excellent caretaker. He made sure you took all your medicines at the right time, ate properly and rested enough. He was also a thorough gentleman, always calling a lady nurse when you needed to take a shower or get dressed; really respected your boundaries. But you couldn’t deny the shift in his behaviour towards you. At first, you felt like you were reading into it too much, but then it started to get more noticeable. They were little things, but it meant so much. He would insist on having lunch with you, no matter if you were quiet or chatty; Steve always was there. He brought your favourite blanket from your chambers to make sure you felt more comfortable. At night, he would make sure you were comfortable, get you hot chocolate, maybe even sit next to you till you fell asleep. One time, he held your hand till you drifted off; but you were sure that you felt him leave a small peck on your cheek as you nodded off.

If you weren’t falling for him earlier, you sure as hell were now.

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After hitting the two week mark, you went to the doctor again for a checkup. All seemed well, there was no need for a rod to be put in but the cast would have to stay on. Steve was there throughout the appointment, listening intently at everything the doctor said with his full focus. It was quite distracting and kinda hot, and you couldn’t help but sneak glances at him periodically. On one occasion, he caught your eye and grinned, catching you in the act. You wished the ground would swallow you up just then: this man fully well knew that you had a crush on him and was enjoying messing with you.

You nearly gasped as you felt his hand on your shoulder, guiding you to the lift. Something was different today. Steve seemed buoyant, which was very out of character for him.

“The nurse isn’t available today, she had some prior commitments. If it’s ok with you, I’ll be taking care of you tonight.” he said, softly. You gulped, his tone messing with your train of thought.

“Uh, that’s ok, I can manage things for a night. I’ve already imposed on you quite a bit and don’t want to create more of a hassle.”

Steve smiled. “Sweetheart, you’ve not been a hassle, trust me. It felt nice having you around, I enjoy your companionship. Just a few weeks more and you can get rid of me.” he said, with a mischievous grin. You groaned inwardly; this man was driving you nuts.

“Oh no, I really liked staying with you. You’re great company! I don’t think I want to get rid of you, ha.” you said in a flourish, mentally cursing yourself for being such a blabbering fool around him.

Steve looked at you, his eyes darkening. He stepped closer to you, opening his mouth to say something, but the elevator seemed to sense the tension rife in the air and opened at that exact moment. You both snapped out of the haze you were in with Steve beckoning you to his quarters, his hand resting softly on your back.

Back in your room, you realised you needed to take your nightly shower. You were about to call for the nurse, when you remembered that she wasn’t gonna come. Shit. You’d have to call Steve to help with your sling. Closing your eyes, you sighed before you walked to his room, praying to God that you would get through this. Just go in, get the brace off, and get out, you whispered to yourself. With that mantra in mind, you hesitantly knocked on his door. A muffled ‘come in’ reached you, and you timidly entered the lion’s den.

Steve was tinkering with the laptop, clearly engrossed in some work. You felt guilty disturbing him, but it was kind of an emergency. 

“Is everything ok?”

“Yes, I..just needed some help with my sling; I tried to take it off, but it’s not coming off. Can you..unfasten it? I’ll be out of your hair in no time..”

Wordlessly, Steve sauntered over to you, turning you around to face the wall. Softly, his fingers undid the clasp of the sling, pulling the straps off your neck, his fingers grazing over your skin gently. You jerked, surprised by the small currents you felt with these small touches. Turning you around, he helped you take your arm out of the sling, his hands accidentally brushing the sides of your breasts. You didn’t dare make eye contact with him; you were sure you would say or do something you would regret later on. 

“All done.” he whispered, his eyes not leaving yours. You realised he was merely inches away from your lips; the proximity driving you crazy.

“Thanks.” you mumbled, wanting to run out of the room.

“Are you going to bed? Do you need anything to drink?” 

“Yes, I was just gonna head to bed after my shower.”

“You can shower here. I’d be able to keep an eye on you then and you won’t have to worry about any mishaps. See? Win-win.” he said with a grin.

You were about to decline his offer but stopped when he held up his hand. “You need to stop thinking that you’re a burden on me. I like doing things for you, it makes me feel like I’m not totally alone. These two weeks have undoubtedly been one of the best weeks in my life. I like you, and I know you like me. I just want to show you how much I care for you in my own, peculiar ways.” he said, taking your hand in his, drawing patterns on your knuckles softly.

Your mind raced with all the information. You never knew Steve felt this way, he was always so taciturn. Your gaze flitted to his face, his eyes darkening the way they did in the morning. He didn’t need words to convey what his eyes said; he felt the same way you did about him.

You melted as he raised your hand to his lips, placing a kiss which felt like petals grazing your skin. Leaning down, his lips inched closer to yours, his breath tickling your face.

“Tell me if I should stop, and I will.” he whispered.

You waited a beat before making your decision. Raising your lips to his, you touched his lips slightly before murmuring, “don’t stop.”

And that was it. You were lost in the maelstrom of emotions that was Steve kissing you. It started off sweet, with Steve engulfing your lips within his, taking his time to make sure you were enjoying. It turned heated the moment you ran your fingers through his hair, gently tugging on it. Steve ran his tongue over you, begging for entrance. You moaned and opened your mouth, prompting him to unite his tongue with yours, as if to memorise every inch of you. You broke apart, the need for air greater than your desire. 

He picked you up and carried you to the bed, placing you on it carefully. Being extremely careful, he pulled off your tee, eyes widening as he took in your bare chest. Kneeling in front of you, he took off your sweatpants and your underwear, leaving soft but searing kisses at every inch of skin he exposed. You sharply inhaled, already feeling yourself get wet even though he hadn’t even touched you properly.

Lowering you to the bed tenderly, he made sure your arm was resting comfortably, placing a pillow underneath the appendage. Placing his hand next to your head, he kissed you deeply, pouring every emotion he felt into that kiss. You moaned as you felt his lips trail lower, leaving kisses along your neck, laving your pulse point. Moving lower, he kissed your breasts, leaving small bites along the way. Taking a swollen nub in his mouth, he sucked on it while massaging the other, prompting you to groan and run your uninjured hand through his hair, wanting him inside you.

While he moved his attention to your other breast, he trailed his fingers down your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. He finally reached his destination, his fingers soft against your wet nether region. 

“Steve, please..I need you..” you whispered in urgency. His intrepid fingers found your swollen nub and circled; gently at first, and then with more intensity. Moving lower, his digits swirled around your wet lips, before plunging into your tight channel. You gasped as he began thrusting, his knuckles bumping along your front wall, hitting your sweet spot. You had to refrain from arching your back, instead relegating to pulling his head down for a kiss. He increased his speed, adding another finger once he sensed how close you were. You shrieked as you reached your peak, breaking apart from the kiss. 

As you opened your eyes, recovering from your orgasm, you saw Steve look at you, an unspoken question in his deep blue eyes. You nodded, cupping his cheek, running your thumb over his soft, soft skin. You don’t know what power he wielded over you, but it didn’t matter. You had no qualms being caught in this spell he wove.

Shedding his clothes, he returned to his place, widening your spread legs with his torso. Sitting back on his heels, he took in your body, his gaze running over every curve, every stretch mark, every beauty spot on your body. Taking his hard member in his hand, he gave a few strokes before lowering himself, running his nose against yours. He ran his tip along your wet folds before plunging into you in one swift move. You gasped and closed your eyes, your head falling back against the pillow. He gave you time to adjust to his size, your walls snug against him. After a moment, he began moving, careful to not move your arm. He started off slow, making sure you felt every inch of him. You hooked your legs around his hips, urging him to move faster. He took the hint, his pace increasing with each thrust. The coil in your belly was tightening and you could feel yourself hurtling towards completion for the second time. Running your hand along his back, your hand made it’s way to his ass, pushing down, begging him for more. Steve held himself up, looking deeply into your eyes, as he sped up his thrusts. You could feel him within you, each thrust hitting your weak spot over and over again.

You screamed his name as you reached your peak, your legs tightening around him; wrapping yourself around him like a vine. He was close too, his thrusts now becoming frantic as he was chasing his end. Your walls contracting around him set off his orgasm as he moaned, spilling every last drop of himself inside you. You both panted, as he dropped his head on your chest, trying to catch his breath. You both stayed like that for a while as you ran your fingers through his scalp, enjoying the feel of his weight on yours. 

There were many things to talk about, sure.

But for now, this was more than enough.

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[meltwonu]

| 🍒 CH-CH-CHERRY BOMB! 🍒 |     [CHAPTER 15]

pairing; dom!seungcheol x camgirl!reader

this chapter’s notes; camshow, softdom!seungcheol, blowjob, cum swallowing, restraints/blindfold, daddy!kink, dirty talk, v little hair pulling, orgasm control, squirting, sex toys 😗💕 hope y’all are having a good weekend! As you can see, with this chapter comes the decided amount of chapters 😭 which means! cherry bomb ends on jan. 1st! 😭😭😭 I’m sad about it but!! excited to start the new year with some new projects too!! and I promise it won't be the last of this au either (I'll upload and talk abt a new schedule when it gets closer to time)💕💕 Thank you, as always, for your support with Cherry Bomb and I’m glad some of us have had pavlovian responses when we hear the term now LOOOL😩💕 Enjoy ch15 and have a great weekend! see u tomorrow for the last intro post! 💕🍒 

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Seungcheol takes it as a blessing that he doesn’t work on the weekends.

You do your camshow on Friday and upload prerecorded content on Saturday which leaves two whole days of relaxation that the two of you enjoy.

But Monday comes quicker than you anticipate and Seungcheol drops you off to work before he heads back to the roller rink; ignoring the multitudes of texts it seems Jeongguk is sending.

I’ll be at work in 30 minutes, he thinks.

“I’ll be back to pick you up after work, baby!”

You nod back, blowing Seungcheol a kiss through the window before you turn to leave.

Seungcheol’s phone rings 3 more times, brows furrowed.

‘It can wait.’

“Hyung, we’re in trouble… Maybe?”

Jeongguk’s big puppy eyes stare back at the older male and he can already feel the blood draining from his face at the potential reasons that the younger male would even say that. “Um… is---is this pertaining to why you tried calling like 14 times?” Jeongguk nods, tugging on Seungcheol’s shirt and pulling him in closer.

“Before you say anything… Namjoon-hyung didn’t find out, did he?”

“Find out about what?”

“That I… cam… I don’t want to get fired because I--”

Jeongguk rolls his eyes, “Listen, I’m gonna be real, I don’t think he cares. The problem is… remember that dude that came in? A couple weeks ago. Lookin’ for a job.”

Seungcheol nods slowly; trying to remember the male’s name. “Seok--something, right?” Jeongguk nods.

“Apparently, he came back, and at the right time too. Namjoon hired his ass on the spot and he starts tomorrow. I heard from Seokjin.” Confusion crosses Seungcheol’s features as he stares and waits for Jeongguk to continue. “... And? How is that trouble for us?”

Jeongguk lets out an over dramatic sigh, hands on Seungcheol’s shoulders. “Nevermind, I forgot you’re making bank on those videos. I was gonna say, we might get a pay cut! Or maybe Joon-hyung’s trying to replace us but I guess that’s not a ‘you’ problem.”

Seungcheol laughs under his breath, shaking his head before patting Jeongguk’s hands.

“You’ll be okay. I don’t think anyone is coming for your concession stand job.”

The next day when Seungcheol makes it to work, he can’t help but have a weird feeling in his gut.

Much like the time when he first met Jun, there’s an indescribable feeling bubbling up in his body that he can’t seem to shake off once he arrives at the roller rink and the sight of Jeongguk with the new employee doesn’t help to settle the feeling at all.

Just before he can make his escape, the younger male waves him over; a cheery smile plastered on his face when Seungcheol starts walking over.

“Hyung! It’s the new employee!”

So much for panicking about being replaced, Jeongguk.

Seungcheol smiles at the other male, introducing himself swiftly before extending a hand to shake. “Ah! I remember you! I’m Seokmin! I’m the same age as Jeongguk!” Seungcheol’s lips part as he nods in understanding; that had been why Jeongguk seemed so okay with it all of a sudden.

Seokmin’s eyes form crescents when he smiles and Seungcheol takes a second to do a once over of the other male; noting the pins tacked to his denim jacket. His eyes hone in on a specific one, narrowing once he realized what it was.

It’d been a while ago now, but when you’d hit 5k subscribers to your camming channel, you had made only three of the same pin, which you had raffled and only gave to three winners.

By nature, Seungcheol was one of them, and the other two were ‘xcaliburDK’ and ‘gentleman_josh95’. Seungcheol could deduce from usernames alone that this wasn’t ‘Josh’ so it only left one option left; albeit Seokmin didn’t add up to the username either.

“Hyung? Hyung, are you okay? You’re spacing out.” Jeongguk waves a hand in the elder’s face as Seungcheol shakes himself from his thoughts.

He’d just have to figure it out later.

Although, he can already feel the groan spilling from his lips.

Why was everyone popping up now?

When he picks you up from work, later that afternoon, he can already tell something is off about you too.

You slink into the passenger’s seat of his car, quiet and a little jittery. “You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” He comments, watching as you fumble with the seatbelt.

“Yeah it’s just… Can we talk about it when we get home? I think I’m still recovering from the weird experience I had earlier.”

Nodding, Seungcheol reaches over, placing his palm in yours in a means of comforting you; even just a little.

“Guess we both have had weird days, huh?”

You can’t thank Seungcheol enough for how patient he is.

He doesn’t say a word in the car and lets you have your quiet, cool down time before you get home.

But when the lock slides into place and you finally plop down onto the bed, you know it’s finally time to have the talk that you knew was brewing.

“I met another one of my regulars at the diner today.” You mumble; beating Seungcheol to the punch of him asking.

“Weird, I think I ran into one of your regulars at the roller rink today too. He works there now, by the way.”

The two of you share an awkward laugh as Seungcheol lays down next to you; neither of you bothering to change out of your outside clothes as you bask in the oddly similar occurrences. “Wouldn’t happen to be ‘universe_WZ’ would it? He came by the diner earlier, ‘just passing through town’ he said. It was so weird though, y’know? Him and Jun kinda got along ‘cause apparently they’re born in the same year.” You smile at the memory, despite how odd it was at first. “He was quiet and Jun is very much not. I think he bailed earlier than he wanted ‘cause his ear was getting talked off. But he asked me for an autograph on the way out and some old lady stared at me. It was just… a little weird.”

Seungcheol laughs; somewhat glad that your experience hadn’t been as bad as he was expecting.

“How ‘bout you, ‘Cheol? What was that about him working with you?”

The male groans, sliding a hand down his features. “It was… somethin’ else.” You turn on your side to face him, raising a brow.

“Couldn’t be that bad, could it?”

Seungcheol laughs, but only in the way he knows that the next words out of his mouth will sound ridiculous, even to you.

“I’m not going to say who it is because I don’t want you to be extra weirded out. He’s an okay guy, very diligent about his work. But let’s just say I caught a glimpse of his wallpaper, which was you by the way. And when I asked him, ‘hey, is that your girlfriend?’, the fucker lied and said yes!”

It takes a second before you’re letting out a boisterous laugh; tears springing to your eyes at the hilarious encounter Seungcheol had experienced.

“You’re not mad!?” He comments, eyes wide as saucers as he watches you curl up in laughter. “I thought you’d be mad!” You wipe a tear from your eye, catching your breath before you turn back to Seungcheol who watches you in confusion.

“No way, that’s fuckin’ hilarious! And let’s be real, probably not the first time someone’s lied about me being their girlfriend, right? But I--he doesn’t know, does he? That you’re… y’know, ‘dom.cheol’?” Seungcheol blushes, cheeks blooming a pale pink when he thinks about it.

Would his voice be enough to give it away?

“I don’t… know? He didn’t say anything but neither did I, honestly. It was just… weird. And now I work with him so that’ll be fun. Can’t wait for him to tell me how cute his girlfriend is.” He grumbles.

“Awww, is widdol Swungcheol jealous?” You blink cutely back at him; a teasing smirk on your lips when you see him narrowing his eyes back at you.

“Watch it, brat. You know I can punish you at any time, right?”

“Try me, then~”

Seungcheol mentally logs into his brain and waits until your Wednesday show before he makes a move.

He brings his favorite silk ties from his closet and places them on the bed while you get changed; a sly smirk on his face.

“‘Okay, ‘Cheol I’m--whoa.” You bite your lip when you step out and see the array of ties and the vibrator already sitting on the bed. “Um… I take it that these are part of the show tonight?” You end with a shy giggle; body already warm at the way Seungcheol looks at you.

“Mmhmm. For the ‘lil jealous comment you made. What was it that you said? ‘Try me, then’?” He grins in a way that you know you’re screwed and you saunter up to him in hopes of maybe pacifying him a little.

“Too late to say that I take it back?”

“Waaaay too late, baby. Now, let’s get started.”

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artist8hao: she’s so pretty with her hands tied behind her back like that

angelhan: shibari next time???

universe_WZ: she’d be so pretty all tied up

universe_WZ: rly nice seeing u btw ;)

therealchan99: where tf are all of u seeing her!?!?? I need to go out more im lackin bro

alphagyu97: its the way u walk into every set up for me

Seungcheol chuckles under his breath, reading the comments with his hand tangled in your hair and your arms tied behind your back as you work your mouth up and down on his cock.

Before the show had even started, he had quickly rearranged the setup so that the camera was angled down towards the space in front of the bed instead of where it usually faced which was on top of the bed. You were a little confused at first when he had nodded and told you to start your camshow from the rug placed underneath you but it soon made sense when he had tied your arms behind your back and made you suck him off with your knees digging into the rug and a silk tie tied into a bow around your eyes to prevent you from seeing.

“Shibari, huh? Ooh, wouldn’t it be a treat for your viewers if you did a show where you were all tied up? I’d have to start it for you, or maybe they’d like to watch the process and see how quickly I can get you to fall apart.” Seungcheol pauses; hips canting up slightly into your mouth as you swallow and gag around him. “We can make it an extra long camshow… Maybe a pay-per-view situation. They can watch you squirm and cum all night long while I keep a vibrator pressed against your clit until your cute body is trembling.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head even if Seungcheol can’t see it and you moan around his cock when you feel him throbbing in your mouth.

The sound of donations and comments is all you can go off of with your back towards the camera and your vision taken away; noting that the viewers must’ve liked the idea.

j__min has donated $150

j__min: popping in to say if u need help buying ropes, i know a guy ;)

alphagyu97: wait is this rly happening

alphagyu97: i’ll clear my schedule gentleman_josh95: yea same

xcaliburDK: i just started a new job i cant have any sick days plz… at least reupload it for me 😭😭

Seungcheol smirks when he reads that particular comment; fingertips massaging your skull when he hears you whining. “I know, baby. You wanna be fucked, huh? It isn’t nice being teased, right? So now you know how I feel~” In a blink of an eye, ‘xcaliburDK’s comment is buried and Seungcheol is thankful that you didn’t see it. He’d just have to keep it a secret for now while he played along and listened to what else Seokmin had to say about his so-called ‘girlfriend’.

You rub your thighs together; already feeling the slickness on them from how wet you already were and how long you’d been teasing and sucking his cock.

“Fuck, I could cum down your pretty ‘lil throat and then make you work for my cock. Drag your punishment out even longer than your viewers would see.” You moan around his cock in response and Seungcheol can only take it as a whiny ‘no’ before he’s pulling you off of him by the hair; soft sputters and coughs spilling from your wet lips as you catch your breath.

“But I think you’ve earned your orgasm, hmm? What do you say, princess?”

Your throat feels hoarse and your body feel obscenely hot at the way Seungcheol doesn’t seem to want to take off your restraints just yet. “Y-yes, daddy I--I want to c-cum… pl--please.”

tangerine_kwan: ahhh shes so cute

tangerine_kwan: petition for baby pink ties next time i think they suit her

sleepy_wonu: if that shibari show is happening, yes

“We’ll talk about it later, although I don’t think she’ll be opposed to it~” You furrow your brows; wondering what Seungcheok was referring to. 

You’d ask later.

“D-daddy…?”

Seungcheol tugs you slightly by your hair, urging you up as you slowly stand on shaky legs. You let him take the reins as he unties your arms and repositions you until you’re bent over the edge of the bed; left leg folded atop the bedsheets while your right leg keeps you upright. He keeps your blindfold on but lets you keep your arms loose; which you find out fairly quickly, is for good reason.

The buzzing of the vibrator makes you bite your bottom lip and soon enough, Seungcheol places the toy in your clammy hand.

“You’re gonna slide your hand under your body and keep that vibrator pressed against your clit while I fuck you. And you’re not allowed to cum unless I say so. Am I understood, baby?” You feel Seungcheol teasing you as he slides his cock through your soaking folds before circling the tip around your entrance.

“I expect a response when I ask you a question, sweetheart.”

“Y--yes, daddy, I--ah!”

Seungcheol grins as he slides his cock into your tight cunt; watching as you slowly sandwich your arm between your body and the bed sheets to place the vibrator against your clit. You cry out, a mess of sharp whines and jumbled words spilling off your lips with the combination of Seungcheol’s thrusts and the vibrations on your clit.

“Ngh, d--daddy! Fuck me m-more!”

Your other hand digs into the sheets, fingers tight around the fabric as Seungcheol fucks you from behind. He knows your body like the back of his hand and he quickly already has you on the verge of an orgasm despite only having started fucking you, moments prior.

“Don’t cum, princess~” Teasingly, he alternates from quick snaps of his hips that have his cock slamming into your g-spot to slow thrusts that have you remembering every groove and vein of his cock when he pulls out. And when he fucks you like this, it’s easy to forget the camera was even on and that people were watching; if not for the constant pinging of comments and donations that mix in with your moans, Seungcheol’s harsh breaths and the sound of the vibrator against your clit.

hoshi_tiger_xx: hmm but shes obv being punished and we all kno good girls dont get creampies

therealchan99: ur right,,, where should he cum then?

kitty_junjun: my votes on her tits

kitty_junjun has donated $75

sleepy_wonu: maybe all over her back and then post the pics in the private room

xcaliburDK: or raffle them!! I want them

chwenon: ooo cum in her mouth but dont let her swallow

chwenon: then u can raffle those pics or sth

Neither you nor Seungcheol are even paying attention to the comments that fly past on the screen and the only thing Seungcheol even turns slightly for, is to check to make sure he’s still properly out of frame.

He can already feel you tightening up around him and with the vibrator on your clit, he knows for a fact you won’t last much longer before you’re cumming.

“Hmm, princess, I can feel you getting so tight around me. Bet you wanna cum already, huh?”

“D-daddy, I dunno, ah, how--how much longer I can h-hold off…” You mumble; already feeling the tension in your body ready to snap at any second.

“Be a good girl. I said you earned your orgasm but you need to be patient.” You nod to the best of your ability; head feeling heavy and fuzzy as you try to stave off your orgasm for a little longer. “Y--yes, daddy…” He slows down his thrusts in order to help you a little and the soft praises that fall from his lips have the warmth blooming in your chest.

But it doesn’t last long because despite Seungcheol’s valiant efforts, you’re already too close to cumming to stop yourself when you feel the pressure building up too fast.

“Oh, d-daddy, I---I can’t, I---I can’t, I have, ah, to---to c-cum! Fuh--fuck, ‘m s--sorry!”

Seungcheol can’t even manage a word in before he feels his cock being forced out of your pussy and the wetness that squirts all over his cock and lower half. Loud cries and whines are all you can manage in the thrums of pleasure and the grip you have on the vibrator only tightens as you grind against the toy to ride out your high.

Seungcheol takes the time to wrap a hand around his cock as he strokes himself; body turned halfway towards the laptop to see what everyone was saying.

hoshi_tiger_xx: uh ohhh pretty baby came without permission

hoshi_tiger_xx has donated $50

hoshi_tiger_xx: donation for squirting tho

alphagyu97: ugh look at her cute lil hole begging to be filled up

angelhan: bet she’s feeling empty rn huh

Your soft mewls have Seungcheol turning back to face you; eyes trained on your twitching body when the pleasure starts to ebb away and the overstimulation from the vibrator starts to bite. “Daddy… the---the, mmh, toy…”

“You can turn it off, sweetheart.” His tone is clipped and you already know you’re in for it once you manage to find the switch on the silicone toy. You turn it off and slide your hand from underneath you; palms flat against the sheets as you sniffle.

“I--I’m really s-sorry, I--I couldn’t--”

“I want you on your knees again, princess.”

Nodding shakily, you ease your bent leg down as you maneuver yourself onto your knees; hands already searching for Seungcheol before you hear his small ‘ah, ah, ah’s.  “Hands behind your back and tongue out, baby.” You follow his orders as you clasp your hands behind your back and diligently open your mouth and stick your tongue out as far as you can.

He brings his cock towards your face, tapping his cock head against your tongue before he starts to jerk himself off over your mouth and face. “I gotta hand it to you, princess. At least you apologized.” Seungcheol laughs under his breath, “But next time though? I won’t even let you have my cock.”

You whimper in return, brows furrowed under the silk tie.

“Fuck, ‘m gonna cum all over this pretty face.” His grip on his cock tightens and he thrusts into his palm quicker as he chases his high. “Don’t worry. I’ll take pretty pictures of your cum stained face.”

Seungcheol groans as he feels the coil in his body snapping and not a second later do you feel warm rivulets of cum hitting your cheeks and your tongue. Some of it manages to catch on the silk tie as you moan. The donations and comments pour in like water as Seungcheol continues to cover your face in cum and for the umpteeth time, you’re reassured that this was a path that worked out for you.

It was so silly that you’d thought of quitting camming earlier. 

Although, you never brought it up to Seungcheol.

In actuality, there were quite a few things that you’d never brought up to Seungcheol.

“Fuck…” He mutters from above you and it’s enough to bring you out of your thoughts as you hold still. Seungcheol takes the hint, using a sticky cum covered hand to reach for his phone to snap pictures of you; he’d just clean it up later.

“Say cheese~” He laughs, taking a couple photos before tossing his phone onto the bed as you draw your tongue back into your mouth and swallow down the warm salty substance that managed to hit your tongue.

Seungcheol helps you up from the floor, pouting when he sees how red your knees have gotten. “Hmm, think I need to take care of my princess after this.” He helps take your blindfold off and you’re quick to blink the fogginess away as  you try to focus on Seungcheol’s face before peering over to the laptop’s screen.

Your cheeks burn hot at the cum that still stains your cheeks when you see  yourself but the comments that flood in calling you pretty make you giggle.

“Ooookay. I think daddy is gonna get all cleaned up and I’ll wrap up here?” You check in with Seungcheol, who shoots you a nod and a small thumbs up before slinking completely out of the camera’s view.

“Okay guys, now what were you all talking about while I was on my knees?”

You get out of the shower feeling refreshed; tossing on a loose shirt before skipping out of the bathroom.

Seungcheol is cozied up on the sofa, waiting on the food that the two of you had ordered right after you ended your show. “‘Cheollie~” He turns to you as you plop down next to him and he’s quick to wrap an arm around your shoulders as he tugs you into his side.

“Feeling better?”

“Mmhmm~ A ‘lil sleepy but I can go for that food and then sleep.”

The two of you share a laugh, eyes focused on the movie that plays on the TV. “Say…” You start, “Someone asked a good question in the comments after you stepped out.” You gulp; palms a little clammy.

You just had to know.

“Yeah? Was it about the shibari camshow again?”

“No, actually…” You take a deep breath, telling yourself it’d be okay regardless of what he said.

“Seungcheol, am I your girlfriend?”

#cherrybomb!cheol #seungcheol smut #scoups smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #scoups scenarios #scoups imagines #seungcheol imagines #seungcheol scenarios #svt scenarios #svt imagines #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #scoups #seungcheol #svt fic #seventeen fic

[libraryofloveletters]

Imagine the guys reaction when they catch their s/o masturbating

You guys, these ideas are making me go askajdkfh 

Dirty Girls

Warning: fem!reader, shitty writing, masturbation and swearing ? it’s literally in the request LOOOL also sorry these are boring ? 

Word Count:1.7k

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Hotch 

You were laying in bed, flipping through Netflix. Your husband had been away on a case for the past few days so you’ve barely talked to him, let alone seen him. You turned the Mindy project on for background noise and you picked up your phone, you texted Aaron hoping he’d be on his way home soon. 

You: hey bubba, any idea when you’ll be home?

Aaron: I'm sorry, we’re stuck here for another day. It’s raining and we can’t leave. 

You just told him okay. You started flipping through your camera roll, stumbling upon a few pictures you and Aaron had taken a while ago. You were in the bathroom, the two of you had just gotten out of the shower. He was standing behind you with his hand wrapped around your throat. You were leaned back against him, his other arm across your chest. You were smiling with your head on his shoulder, nothing but raw emotions showing. You remembered why you were smiling in the picture, you had just had sex and you were in that euphoric state where you’re happy but tired and you just melted into Aaron’s arms. 

Your hands dipped down between your legs at the thought of Aaron touching you. His hands roaming across your body, the way his fingers moved in and out of you, curling as they moved. The face he made when he was about to cum. You couldn’t help it, you slid two fingers in causing your back to arch slightly. You moved them slowly, until you could feel your orgasm building. “Aaron..” You let out a breathy moan, it was a habit, you knew he wasn’t home. 

“You called for me baby?” he was leaning against the doorframe watching you. His voice startled you, you sat up moving your hand from between your legs. “I thought you wouldn't be home until tomorrow” “I thought I'd surprise you, seems it’s the other way around” he chuckled 

“Is this what you do when I’m not home ? You touch yourself?” he walked towards the bed. You shook your head “No.. I mean yes, but no. I don't usually do this.” He sat beside you, his hand rubbing up and down your inner thigh, “go on babe, I know you were close. Let me see you” 

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Derek 

You and Derek were supposed to be renovating houses together today. You woke up to an empty bed with a note, 

“Had to leave. You looked so peaceful, I couldn't wake you up.

 I love you, Derek” 

You smiled at his note and rolled over to his side of the bed, inhaling his scent. Your phone said it was 2:30 in the afternoon. You hadn’t realized that you slept in so late, you figured that since you didn’t go with Derek today, the least you could do was make him lunch. You texted him telling him to come home soon and that you would make him lunch then head back with him. 

You stretched in bed, you felt sore everywhere The events of last night started flooding in. You and Derek went on a date last night. He had been teasing you the whole night. His hand rubbing your inner thigh in the car, his dirty words at the restaurant, the two of you ended up back home and in bed. His hands roaming your body, his face between your legs, then you’re on his hands and knees for him.

The thought of Derek distracted you and you didn’t even hear him come in. Your back was arched off the bed, your head back against the pillows with your eyes closed. You didn’t feel the dip in the mattress when Derek sat down to watch you. Your orgasm came and left you laying on the bed, eyes closed trying to catch your breath. 

“Enjoy yourself mama?” 

You jumped “Jesus Derek! you scared me!” you hit him lightly with your foot. He laughed. “Looks like you were having fun” “mhm hm” you sat up, stretching and leaning your head on his shoulder. 

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Matt

Your husband Matt, was coming home tonight from a case. He texted to tell you that he would be home soon, so you told him that you would be in the bath and that he could meet you upstairs when he got home. 

You sunk into the bath, the hot water releasing all the tension from your body. You wished Matt would get home faster so you could be wrapped in his arms. He has what you liked to call “wandering hands” his hand would be on your stomach and by time you register what’s going on, his fingers would be somewhere else. You thought about how good it would feel for Matt to do that right now. 

Your legs spread, resting on either side of the tub. Your head was leaned back, imagining all the things you’d do to Matt if he were here. Your hand dipped down, sighing at the feeling. Your fingers moved a little faster before a hand touching your hair scared you. 

You sat up and looked behind you to see Matt standing there with a smirk on his face. “Holy shit, you fucking scared me!” He sat on the edge on the tub and ran his hand through your hair, coming back to rest it on your cheek. You leaned into the palm of his hand smiling. 

“You got room for one more in here angel ?” 

You nodded and moved forward, making space for him. 

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Luke 

You were in bed, Luke was asleep beside you. It was the middle of the day and you were bored out of your mind. You debated if you should get up and do something or wait for Luke to get up. Luke hadn’t been in the mood lately and truthfully, either were you. Today, you were for some odd reason and today out of all days, Luke decided to take a nap. 

Remembering that you had something that could help you with your dilemma, you rolled over carefully, trying not to wake up Luke. You opened the nightstand and pulled out your vibrator. One of your girlfriends had bought it for you as a joke for your bridal shower, you only used it when Luke was gone. It felt sort of wrong to use it while he was home but you didn’t want to wake him up, so vibrator it is. 

You flipped the switch to turn it on, it made a little humming noise, you could barely hear it and there was no way this was going to wake up Luke. You shuffled slightly, pulling your shorts down under the blanket and sliding it in. You moved it slowly, taking in the feeling. Your eyes were closed, finally feeling some satisfaction. You flipped the switch once more, turning up the volume. This thing was tiny but clearly it does its job well. 

“Fuck” you moaned, a little louder than you intended to. Looking over to see that Luke was still asleep, you let out a breath of relief. You moved it a little faster and in a matter of seconds, Luke’s hand was over yours. “What are you doing?” he looked at you, you debated if you should lie to him or tell him the truth because obviously he knew what you were doing. “uh nothing?” 

“No, not nothing princess. You’re touching what’s mine” he whispered in your ear, starting to kiss down your neck. 

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Spencer

Once again, Spencer had his 30 days off. You were glad, you enjoyed having home, even if he was in his study most of the time. The house always felt so empty without him. He had an early lesson today, the plan was to come home and spend time with you., but he had forgotten that his students would be handing him their term papers today, therefore he spent the afternoon in his study. 

You were feeling a little neglected, you knew it was his job and he loved it but it wouldn't kill him to pay attention to you for an hour. You came up with a plan, one you knew would you’d get what you wanted. You ran up to your room, changing into the black lingerie set you had and headed to the kitchen. You poured a fresh cup of sugar with some coffee for him and walked into his study. 

“Hi professor” you smiled, putting the mug on his desk. “mmh thanks” he didn’t look up at you, causing you to mentally groan. You walked around his desk and sat on his lap “what are you do- holy shit” he looked you up and down, making you blush. “Something wrong doctor ?” you smiled innocently at him, he shook his head. You knew he knew what you were doing but he didn’t say anything. You made yourself comfortable on his lap, his arms around you scribbling away on someone’s paper. Your head rested against his shoulder, your hand finding its way to your inner thigh. He glanced down and went back to his paper, you moved your hand to your panties, pulling on the edge of it. 

“What’s wrong y/n?” his eyes never leaving the paper, “nothing” you slide a finger in, letting out a little whimper. He cleared his throat, his way of telling you to behave without actually telling you, you never listened. Instead you added another finger, moaning out his name. He grabbed your hand and pulled it up. 

“Stop it” 

“No” 

“I was going to give you what you wanted but if you want to be a brat, you can do that instead” 

You knew what that meant, you pouted. “I’m sorry” he smiled “I know you are. Go upstairs, I'll be there in 5 minutes sweetheart” He kissed you sweetly. 

#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner smut #aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x you #derek morgan #derek morgan smut #derek morgan x reader #derek morgan x you #ssa derek morgan #ssa aaron hotchner #spencer reid #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #dr spencer reid #ssa spencer reid #luke alvez #ssa luke alvez #luke alvez x you #luke alvez x reader #luke alvez smut #matt simmons #matt simmons smut #matt simmons x reader #matt simmons x you #ssa matt simmons

[innocentbeing]

personally i think rciel is capable of greater evil AND kindness than ociel

like i think theyre pretty much the same but rciel is more on an extreme scale.. like, ociel loves something but rciel LOVES it you know what i mean??? and ociel hates stuff but rciel hates stuff. you get me??like, he feels stuff deeper and he gets more attached despite having better composure.

while ociel def cares abt ppl, its easy for him to let them go and/or move on ahead without them (’cos of a wall he built due to trauma ofc but he was kinda always like that given his low self esteem and feeling like a burden) and he obviously feels guilt when he does bad things like killing good people (like the circus crew who were victims of their circumstances) or sacrificing innocent lives (like the prostitute he used in order to catch madam red). 

but for rciel, i don’t think he’s someone that can just... detach himself from ppl he cares abt like oc. i dont mean it in like a, “oh we’re always gonna be together forever” kind of way— i DO think he was able to accept that he & oc we’re gonna go their separate ways as adults and i think he accepted that no matter the distance and no matter what they’re always be brothers. it’s the emotional attachment he can’t get rid of. like, he can’t just “oh wow i loved you and you hurt me?? you fucked me over?? i hate you now. i don’t care what happens to you anymore.”

LIKE I MEAN... he’s capable of, you know, fighting back and hurting them as we see he’s currently doing with ociel (though i genuinely think he could do so much worse and is going soft on him*) but regardless he clearly still loves and cares about him.. shown to be proud of his growth and his achievements when any normal person in his situation would feel bitter and resentment. its an excellent contrast to oc who is mad with rage and ready and willing to take him down loool

*(not saying i think he’s underestimating him or anything. he’s just not really giving it his all in this battle, i think. not yet, at least lol.)

and like... ociel is able to form new bonds like with soma, sieglinde, the servants etc.. he’s capable of like.. starting again with other people. “wah wah they’re just pawns.” no they’re not. he obviously cares about them but there’s a lot of things holding him back from fully embracing it.

but like.. i don’t think rciel is.. or rather, i dont think he would even be interested in that. like, if rciel was the one to survive instead, i think his attachment to his family would forbid him from ever moving on. instead of being like ociel, where he’s terrified of finding happiness again, i think he would genuinely just straight up not care about anyone else because no one will ever replace his family. im not saying ociel’s “replacing” them ofc, but that’s probably how rciel would see it.

i think, in a way, its like what ociel tries to be, that “i dont care about anyone. i’ll use anyone as my pawns” is what rciel would be if he lived instead.

and like, it’s so telling how rciel says “father / auntie ann / lizzie” while ociel uses “my predecessor / madam red / elizabeth” etc... ociel distances himself while rciel fully embraces it.

i always envisioned that rciel would not like diedrich calling him son all the time if he and ociel switch places lol. ociel doesnt mind at all but i like to imagine rciel twitching ever so slightly and saying “I’m not your son” ; v;

and like,  i dont think rciel would be cool with grell strutting around in madam red’s jacket after killing her sdhusijd. i mean ociel is really just like, “oh yeah.. whatever what’s done is done” but im really hoping at some point in the manga, if rciel meets grell again, he’ll put two and two together and be like ... “Is that my fuckign aunt’s coat???” SUHDIS I THINK IT’D BE SOO FUNNY and would LOVE the contrast between him & ociel’s kinda defeatist attitude abt it LMAO

#dnt look at me #long post #kinda lol #i feel like i said all this b4 but i have goldfish memory

[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)

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[joontier]

Ramen Rivals

synopsis: Rivals in the kitchen, rivals even with ramen -  two rivaling restaurateurs fight over the only cup of instant noodles left in the convenience store

pairings: kim seokjin x reader (oneshot)

rating:  R | genre: classic e2l trope; gourmet chef! seokjin and reader ; smut; humor; fluff ; crack | warnings: swearing, explicit sex, kitchen sex, implied bathroom sex, multiple orgasms

word count: 12k RIP MY BRAIN

a/n: Ahhhh, his is actually a re-written version of one i posted way way back 2018 LOOOL idk what to feel anymore after this akfaowiejfoawe the last parts are actually heavily unedited ACK 

navi. 

Kim Seokjin. 

That’s it. That’s the name. That’s the tweet. 

You never knew three syllables could affect you this much, could bring you this great distress. The mere mention of it makes you reel, roll your eyes, ball up your fists, makes the tiny hairs on your nape stand on end. 

Long story short, Kim Seokjin makes your blood boil. 

It doesn’t help either that he was Adonis himself – complete with cat eyes, plump lips, and a dashing smile, or that he has rock-hard abs hiding underneath that white double-breasted jacket, or that he busts out corny ass dad jokes as much as he winks at people (which is a LOT of times, by the way), or that he’s an undeniably an exceptional chef (such as yourself, duh) and has now erected a gourmet restaurant next door to rival yours, OR the completely obvious fact that you two have history. 

The short period of time in the past that you shared with him wasn’t exactly one you would be embarrassed of, or something you want to forget. Instead, it’s the exact opposite. You’re ashamed of the fact that you hadn’t gotten over it until now, three years later. He was your OGF – Mr. One Great Fuck. Kim Seokjin still holds the belt for the title of making you cum six consecutive times in a single night. How he managed to do that and how nobody else has measured up to that, you’ll never know. 

You’d initially met him at Les Coulisses Du Chef in Paris, where you had enrolled yourself in a patisserie class to expand your knowledge on French pastry and hopefully get a certificate for it. You’d been meaning to take the class since forever, yet you’d been waitlisted year after year until last year when one of the applicants had backed out, they’d called you in, merely half a month before the program started. 

Three weeks into the semester, Seokjin had introduced himself to you, or rather, had told you a dad joke as an introductory preview of his personality. You’re glad he did though, else you would have been surprised if you discovered the kid was part Greek god, part chef, part dad jokes, and .01% brain cell. 

“What do you call a fake noodle?” asks .01% brain-cell-man seated beside you, rolling up his sleeves to reveal the prominent veins on his forearms. You’re momentarily distracted by the action, completely missing out the question he’d just asked you. “Sorry, what?” 

“What do you call a fake noodle?” Gosh, you shouldn’t have asked him again. If only he knew the number of times you’d hear- “Impasta!” He snorts, holding a fettuccine noodle in one hand and the other clutching onto his tummy as he doubles in his laughter. 

You’re just standing beside him, slack-jawed, unsure if this was just a sick dare. Who was this guy? Was he even in the same class as you? Was he high? Perhaps he mistook flour for coke? His laughter dies down when he sees your face, sans-reaction. 

“Wait, you understand English right? Um… comprendre English? Oui?” 

“Yes, I can understand English.” 

“Then why didn’t you laugh?” You raise a brow. This stranger just comes up to you, tells you a lame joke, and now he expects you to laugh? 

“This is gonna sound real mean, but it was really an old joke...and a lame one at that,” you retort, your face crumpled into one of faux pity. 

“Hey! No need to make it personal!” he counters, placing a hand over his heart, face contorting into a grimace. “You, Rafa!” He half-shouts, pointing an accusatory finger to someone behind you. “You said it would be a great ice-breaker!” Your eyes follow the Rafa he’s pointing at, the latter quickly shakes his head, telling you he doesn’t know the man in French. 

“Is this man bothering you?” Rafa nods sadly. 

“What?! How dare you turn the tables on me?? I’m your only friend!” You turn to glare at pasta guy, who continues to wail behind you. Rafa snorts from across at the sight of pasta guy making a fool of himself behind you and eventually takes pity on him. 

“I’m sorry, Jin’s just been meaning to talk to your since the start of semester, so he’s asked me for advice on how to approach you...I told him to tell you a good ‘ole joke in the kitchen since we’re all chefs here...I didn’t actually think he’d take it...seriously.”

“Wow! Betraying and exposing me all at once!! Why won’t you just fry me alive in olive oil, huh? That would be less painful.” Jin-pasta complains, arms gesticulating wildly in the air. You watch them unabashedly bicker in front of you concurrently amused at the whole spectacle. 

The three of you become close friends soon thereafter, Jin claiming your trio as the ‘Kitchen Musketeers’. Yes, he managed to convince the entire class to call your tiny group of friends that name. And yes, that wasn’t the worst idea Seokjin had in mind when he was considering a name for your trio. You didn't even want to start to reminisce about the rest of Seokjin’s bizarre suggestions: Charlie’s Cooks (to his defense, you did have a substitute mentor named Charlie), Gourmetbusters, Pecanpuff Girls, The Three Sausagees (more like two sausages and one bun). You’ve always cringed at the last one.

Despite your trio’s antics, Rafa considers himself the third wheel more than anything. Rafael was not oblivious to the crush on Seokjin that you’ve been harboring for months. 

It was the day of your graduation from the short course you’d taken - the three of you decided to have a celebratory wine party at Seokjin’s rented apartment. That same night was when you found yourself drunk on pinot noir and Seokjin’s lips. The rest was history. 

Finding the bed and the rest of his apartment empty the next morning, you took your leave and fared your walk of shame along the streets of Paris with teary eyes and a bruised heart. 

Your Mr. OGF also turned out to be Mr. One God-Tier Fucker. Or perhaps the title also belonged to you, Ms. One Gigantic Fool, who thought that maybe she could have been more than a one-night-stand between two colleagues whose relationship could never be more than a professional one. 

Colleagues. The apparent ‘label’ lets out a boisterous laugh at your face. Gosh, you’re a pathetic fucking fool. 

Thankfully, your flight back to Korea was scheduled that day as well,, so you wouldn’t have to see Seokjin’s pretty face any longer or rather - what you wouldn’t admit even to yourself - you wouldn’t be able to confront the face of the truth you wanted to hide deep beneath the recesses of your heart. 

At least, that’s what you thought. 

One and a half years after you got your certificate in Paris, you had finally saved enough money to start your business - a gourmet restaurant situated in the heart of Gangnam. You already had patrons from the restaurant where you previously worked, and the opening of Canapé had garnered more customers than you initially expected. 

Business had been thriving for a year, that is, until someone decided to erect a new gourmet restaurant just beside yours. Having a rivalling establishment wasn’t new news to you, neither did it truly bother you as to no longer having the monopoly in gourmet restaurants located in this part of Gangnam. 

A week after the opening of your neighbor’s Ambrosia - you decided to bring over a friendly bottle of wine you had shipped straight from France with the hopes that you can become acquainted with your fellow restaurateur. 

As you move along the crosswalk and reach Ambrosia’s podium outside intended for the maitre d’, you shift your weight between your legs, an unconscious habit that only Seokjin took notice of. Ridding your thoughts of the man who shall no longer be named, you let your mind wander off to your own worker’s description of the alleged owner. 

Out of all your staff’s depiction of Ambrosia’s owner, it’s your sommelier’s and manager’s descriptions that have struck you the most. 

Yoongi, your timid sommelier, tells you that the owner was a stout man in his mid-forties with Caucasian features, while your manager, Jinhee said he was a man around your age with a face and built that could easily pass for a K-Pop idol. 

You were leaning towards Yoongi’s description because Jinhee would have most likely mistaken a real idol for the owner since there were plenty of celebrities who hung out in Gangnam and would meet up in restaurants like yours. Either way, celebrity look-a-like or not, you were determined to meet your neighbor. 

“There’s someone outside, Hobi,” a busser informs the maitre d as he wipes the last table for the day. Three pairs of eyes look at you through the glass. 

You continuously peer from the outside as you can’t see much from due to the darkness inside, where only a few dim lights are on. “Go on then, Hobi,” the owner states, nudging the maitre d towards the door. 

Hoseok takes a glimpse of you through the glass panel and faces the owner. “Hyung, she seems pretty. Why don’t you do it? You ought to have a proper girlfriend right now. It’s about time you move on from your love interest in Paris! Plus you’re the owner of the restaurant!”

“Hobi, I still have to do kitchen check, remember? And for the record, I have moved on from her. Chop chop.” Hobi gives him an incredulous look, highly doubting his boss had already forgotten about her. “Right away, Mr. Seokdon Ramsay.”

You’re drawn from your thoughts when you hear the melodic sound of the bell as the door opens and a man with a bright smile comes out. “Hello! My name’s Hobi, can I help you with anything?”

“Um..hi! I’m from Canapé just across the street… are you, perhaps, the owner of Ambrosia?” 

“Oh! I’m not the owner…I wish I was though if I had someone pretty like you looking for me…” You laugh awkwardly in response, unsure of what you should reply to such a line. The two of you remain standing there, staring at each other. “Um...is the owner there then? It would be nice if I can speak to him or her or them…” you let out a small cough, looking away.

“Right! Of course, sorry about that! I’ll tell him to come out.” Hobi scurries back inside and soon you hear incoherent yelling and laughter from inside the restaurant.

“Hyungnim! Hyung!!” Hobi calls out once more, eyes searching wildly for Seokjin. “What now?” Seokjin emerges from the kitchen with the busser in tow. “Hyung! She’s fucking hot! And I feel like I’ve known her from somewhere…plus she says she’s from our neighboring restaurant! I told you, you were the one who should’ve gone out there. By the way, I think she’s calling wine o’clock too – and the bottle she’s holding looks like expensive French Cabernet Sauvignon!”

Seokjin narrows his eyes at his maitre d, “You seem to have been spending a lot of time with that sommelier from across the street.” The owner of Ambrosia shakes his head at his friend, who pushes him towards the door. “Hurry! You wouldn’t want to keep a pretty girl waiting!”

You’ve been waiting patiently outside, shifting your weight from one foot to the other as you watch people come and go. The streets of Gangnam was always lively, and it still surprises you at this point that you had decided to put up a restaurant in the midst of the hustle and bustle of a city like such because you’ve always wanted to erect one by the countryside with the whole organic theme going on. Nonetheless, you were happy with your decision of establishing one in Gangnam.

The bell dings again, and as you turn on your heel to check the much-anticipated owner of Canapé, you nearly drop the pricey bottle of red wine in your hands. It’s Mr. man-who-shall-no-longer-be-named. You’re stood there shell-shocked, mouth agape at the man in front of you.

He hasn’t changed one bit, well, except for the more handsome features. He’s changed his hairstyle too, now opting for an exposed forehead instead of those bangs he’d impulsively cut by his own in the middle of the night. His shoulders remain the same, miraculously; just an inch wider and he could’ve been a great replacement for a meter stick at Encore, the clothing store that offered bespoke clothing just down the road.

“_________?”

Seokjin starts to speak, yet you can’t seem to bring yourself to do the same. There’s too much you wanted to say, ask , and rant about that your mouth remains hanging open awkwardly – almost as if you’re squawking. You bow in embarrassment, apologizing for your behavior and run back to your restaurant.

The Gourmet Chefs Association of East Asia was holding its annual even today at The Andaz Seoul and you just had this gut feeling Seokjin was going to be there. With yesterday’s discovery that your neighboring, rivaling, restaurant was owned by none other than Kim Seokjin himself, you already had an inkling he was invited to GCAEA’s event tonight.

Your suspicions had been confirmed as one of the event’s producers sent you an email earlier this morning, that which contains the list of nominees for the title of GCAEA’s Chef of the Year – the same title that was bestowed upon you just last year. Seokjin was the first nominee for this year’s awarding ceremony.

Kudos to him. Despite knowing that your hatred for him was fueled by more personal reasons, you knew deep down inside the recesses of your brain that he was a really, really talented chef. Probably just as good as you – of course, you can easily admit that you’re still lacking in plenty but you don’t think your pride will allow you to accept defeat from Seokjin just like that after all he’d done.

You only had the chance to look at Seokjin for a good seven seconds yesterday, but it had taken you at least seven hours, a tub of ice cream, and a Captain America movie marathon to reassure yourself that having seen him so close yesterday wasn’t just an actual nightmare.

As much as you hated to admit it, he remained just as handsome as he was three years ago. What you couldn’t get over with though, was how he actually smiled at you yesterday. That little fucker had to audacity to show his perfect little pearly whites at you! All over again, you’re reminded of how he left you in his room the morning after, or how much of a fucking fool you were for having believed that the two of you could’ve been something more than friends.

Rearranging your dress for the nth time today, you take another look at the mirror, twisting and turning to see if there might be some thread hanging off the hems of the dress. You’re starting to question your decided outfit for the night. You had a dress done just for this event – or more specifically, what sort of dress Jinhee had ordered to be sewn just for this event.

It hugged your curves perfectly – the dress a perfect merger between modest and seductive. It had a nude-illusion base with silver sequins sewn onto the thin fabric and a low-cut neckline that gives everyone a lovely view of your cleavage.

This one could easily pass as an evening gown for a Miss Universe candidate. You felt confident, beautiful, and sexy but at the same time you felt like you wanted to just huddle yourself up in your duvet in the corner of your room and eat ice cream. You weren’t uncomfortable with showing skin from time to time, but having been clad in a double-breasted jacket on a daily means it felt strange having your neckline displayed in public.

Your phone dings, indicating a text message. Yoongi had offered to be your chauffeur for this evening, of course, after being coerced and bribed by Jinhee into doing it.

[yoongles 🍷 ] 6:43pm

hurry up, or i’ll leave you behind

[you] 6:43pm

yoongs

It’s MY car WE’RE using

you don’t even have my keys yet

[yoongles 🍷 ] 6:45pm

u get the idea, woman

dont keep me waiting

“Well maybe if you won’t stop texting, I’ll be quicker,” you grumble to your phone, placing it inside your purse so Yoongi won’t bother you any longer. Doing one last twirl in the mirror, you grab your necessities you’ve gathered on your bedside table and sweep them into your purse.

“You clean up nicely, boss.”

Squinting your eyes at Yoongi with his words, you send him a grateful smile nonetheless. “I’m gonna take that as a compliment.” This was the closes thing to an actual compliment that you were ever going to receive from Yoongi in your entire lifetime, so you were sure to keep his words close to your heart.

Taking your car keys from your purse, you toss them to Yoongi who catches them deftly with one hand. “Ooh, you looked cool when you did that.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You gave me a compliment, so I’m going to give you one in return. As a token of gratitude.”

“Remind me never to say anything to you ever again.”

“Hey! You talk back like that to the woman who’s giving you money for your daily needs?! And you won’t even open the door for me?” you ask your past neighbor-turned-sommelier-turned-close-friend. “It’s called a salary, Ms. _______. And I receive that as compensation because I give you my services in exchange for it. Plus, I’m already seated here,” Yoongi shrugs, adjusting the rear view mirror.

Rolling your eyes, you begrudgingly open the door to your backseat, exerting much effort in swinging one leg after the other with your incredibly tight evening gown. And, of course making sure the short train won’t get caught between the car doors.

Yoongi checks if you’re all good through the rear-view mirror and once he sees you buckle up, he lets the engine roar to life. You take out your phone from your purse to see if you’ve received any other emails, only for the phone to get flung from your hands – including you.

The car surges forward all of a sudden and Yoongi steps on the breaks just in time. You hear Yoongi curse under his breath, looking over his shoulder to check if you’re okay. “Shit! I forgot you drove a Maserati!”

“I think the more appropriate thing to do is to ask me if I’m still okay…Also, it doesn’t matter what kind of car I drive, because I think you forgot how to actually drive at all.” You complain, adjusting the seatbelt across your chest, the sudden jolt leaving a diagonal red mark just by your collarbone.

“Well, you aren’t dead, so technically speaking, you’re okay.” Unbelievable. You let out a loud scoff, unable to think of anything wittier to say. “Just please get me there in one piece, Yoongs.”

You manage to get to the hotel in one piece. Thank heavens.

The small talk you made with Yoongi on your way to the hotel had temporarily taken your mind off the jitters but now that he’s left you standing by the entrance of the hotel, the nerves had definitely returned, tenfold. You’re also unfortunately dropped off at a spot where a standee of yours holding the Gourmet Chef of the Year award is staring back at you. God, you hated that photo. They did not give your eyebrows justice, at all.

You exhale all your nervousness away as you take the steps to the lobby. “_______!” Someone calls out, the voice too familiar to miss out on.  “Sunbae!” You turn around to see one of the most revered chefs in Korea, and definitely one of your favorite mentors, Choi Jiyoung. The woman nearing her fifties extends her arms out in greeting and you give her a tight hug. You had worked under her supervision in the past, and she had taught you almost everything you knew about Korean cuisine.  

“Ah, it’s been too long darling! Look at you! You’ve grown into such a beautiful woman!” Misun praises as her grip on you tightens and pulls you by the elbow, “Surely, there’s a lucky man that has swept my sweet _______ by now!” Your senior adds, punctuating her sentence with a wink at the end.

“I’ve been pretty busy these days… and dating hasn’t really crossed my mind recently.”

‘That’s because the last man I’ve wanted to date was three years ago and he’d just considered me a one-night stand and now after I’ve struggled to burn his existence from my memory and to be very frank with you, I really haven’t gotten over him and now he just so happens to be the owner of the restaurant beside mine. Also, he’s stealing my customers.’ Comes your real answer inside your head, but you’ll never tell anyone that.

Jiyoung pouts at your answer, but taps your forearm, “We’ll talk more about that inside. Come on darling, the event is starting.”

Seokjin sees you finally enter the lobby, eyes scanning the few people scattered around the area as you look for a familiar face you could approach. All eyes are on you, yet you don’t notice, like always. You don’t realize how beautiful you are, blushing furiously under the simplest compliments. You’ve got this certain charm that certainly draws people towards you, all the more when they get to know you better, just like what you did to him.

Seokjin remembers the first time he’d actually seen you – on the television. He’d been scrolling aimlessly through the channels, trying to look for something to watch as he waits for the water to boil for his ramen. He’d accidentally stopped by Channel K99’s ‘Choi Jiyoung Kitchen Specials’ reruns during midnight when he checked his phone after it dinged, alerting him of a notification on his email: just another alert to renew his ‘KOREA’ magazine subscription, where he’d secretly get new recipes, try them out, add a little twist, and serve them to his customers at his parent’s restaurant.

As he was about to press the off button on the remote, you enter the frame as the camera pans out when Choi Jiyoung introduces you as her new assistant and protégé. For some reason, this show just got all the more interesting for Seokjin, who’s clearly drawn to you and not the scrumptious seafood platter that Chef Choi was preparing.

He’d followed you on all his social media accounts after that night, even going as far as turning on his notifications for each post you made. He was unsure what had drawn him to you in the first place – whether it be the fact that you were probably the first female chef he’d seen in Korea that was just about his age (that or he really just didn’t pay any attention to women in the same field during the early years of his career), or that you were unbelievably skilled at such a young age with apparently, a lot of culinary awards and certificates under your belt.

Funny enough, Seokjin wasn’t really one to delve into the world of pastry but judging from your most recent Instagram posts during those days, you had taken interest in patisserie, which only caused Seokjin to attempt baking his own first croissant. He finally understood your enthusiastic devotion for it ever since. Then came Les Coulisses Du Chef, where Rafa, an exchange-student-turned-friend of his from his culinary school days had secured him a slot for a semester at the prestigious school of gastronomy in Paris to get a certificate on French pastry.

He wasn’t expecting you though, out of all people, to join the official list of the class as well, last minute.

It took him three weeks before he finally spoke to you, much to Rafa’s exasperation. Seokjin would keep nagging the French man, telling him how much he wanted to talk to you, yet he can’t seem to grow some balls to do so. In annoyance, he’d told Seokjin that the best way to break the ice was to tell a joke – this time, much to Seokjin’s chagrin. He’d never thought secondhand embarrassment was a thing until Seokjin actually heeded his advice and told you about the ‘impasta’. Surprisingly enough, it worked, so voila!

If only you knew how nervous Seokjin was during that time, clammy hands and all. In fact – if only you knew how jittery Seokjin was whenever he was near you. He’s pretty sure he’d ruined his credibility and career after busting out that lame ass joke Rafa had told him, but it turned out to be the only way he actually got closer to you so he was partly grateful for Rafa’s advice – reputation be damned. 

Just like tonight, the moment his eyes fall on you, he feels like he’s being drawn back to his room, eyes trained on you as you diligently followed each of Chef’s Choi’s directions, or that time he’d first spoke to you back in your French patisserie class. He diverts his gaze elsewhere from the fear that you might catch him staring.

“Hey, man. Isn’t that ________? The girl you’ve been crushing on since forever?” Minjae asks, elbowing Seokjin at the waist. The latter grimaces slightly in pain, before reluctantly letting his gaze settle on you once more.

Jungkook returns from the bathroom, joining the duo by the reception. “Wow, who’s that?” the younger man asks, nodding towards your direction. With Jungkook being a fairly new member of the association, curiosity is getting the best of him with all the faces he’s seeing.

Similar to a little kid at a toy shop, he’s constantly asking his hyungs if the people he was seeing were the actual people he’d seen on the internet or on the television. Minjae, who indulges every question of the maknae of their small circle of friends with great enthusiasm, answers Jungkook. “That’s _______, Kook.”

“No way! That’s her?! As in the _________?” The only female chef in Korea who received her first Michelin star in her twenties?! As in ________ Choi Jiyoung’s protégé?!”

“Yes, Kook, that’s her alright. And also the same ________ who will hear you soon enough and will find you weird if you don’t keep your voice down.”

“She’s also the same recipient of the award your Seokjin hyung is nominated for this year,” Jiwon adds, wriggling his eyebrows at Seokjin.

“That’s so cool!” Jungkook exclaims as their whole group watches you approach the infamous Choi Jiyoung. “Hyung, do you think she’s single?” Jungkook asks to nobody in particular, considering they were all his hyungs. Minjae and Jiwon glance at Seokjin who returns their glances with a light glare.

“Why don’t you go find out after the party then?” Seokjin suggests, ignoring that certain pang of jealousy that blossoms in his chest at his own proposal.

“Tell me you’re kidding, hyung.”

“Huh?”

“Come on! That’s your girl! You’re going to let go of her just like that?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Kook.”

“Hyung. I may be the maknae, but I am neither blind nor dumb. Anyone with two eyes and a functioning brain will know you have the hots for her.” Minjae and Jiwon snicker at the younger one’s comment. Seokjin, albeit being second to the youngest, gives them a glare the makes them cower behind Jungkook.

“Am I really that obvious?”

“Well no. But every time we go out, the only notifications that pop up in your screen are her posts on Instagram. Don’t you think that’s a tad bit…pathetic, hyung?”

Ooh and aahs  come from the two other men, who are reveling at the harsh bluntness of Jungkook’s words. It’s the maknae who receives Seokjin’s side-eye next. “Need I remind you who’s the older one here?”

“The point exactly! We’re not getting any younger, hyung. Better ask her out now…before I beat you to it.” Seokjin’s mouth falls open in astonishment, while Jungkook just smiles at him in return. “Come on hyung, they’re calling us inside.”

“Well, well, would you look at that stunner over there?” She comments, nodding her head towards someone over your shoulder. There he was, the infamous Kim Seokjin, clad in an all-black ensemble, a single silver chain necklace hanging on his neck. His hair is swept to the side, revealing a bit of his forehead.

“Oh boy.” Jung Chungae fans herself as your greatest rival turns sideways, showing off his side-profile while animatedly telling a story to a fellow colleague seated with them. “Oh how I wish we could just go back to our golden years for just one night!” The rest of the table laughs at Chungae’s comment.

“I personally think you and that man would make a great couple.” Jiyoung says, leaning towards you.

“The other man sat on his right doesn’t seem to think that way though,” Chungae says, picking on her dessert, whispering ‘cute guy from same table’ discreetly. As if on cue, the rest of the ladies, you included, turn your heads towards Seokjin’s table. True to sunbae Chungae’s implications, there was another man beside Seokjin who was staring back at you. You believe Jungkook was his name… nevertheless, you get shy under his stare, averting your eyes back to the presently attractive flower arrangement at the center of your table.

The servers pile inside in pairs, approaching each table to take your dessert plates. You see the host rise from his chair and take the stairs to the stage. He taps the microphone, checking if the audio was working, “To announce this year’s Gourmet Chefs Association of East Asia – Chef of the Year award, may I call on Ms. _________.”

Minjae nudges Seokjin as you stand up from your seat. “Hyung, quit it before other people see you.”

“Come on now, get your ass up and walk her to the stage!”

“She can perfectly walk on her own though?”

“Come on, it’s plus points both for her and the crowd! Give these oldies a show, idiot.”

“N-“

“Hyung, if you won’t do it, I will.” Jungkook says from across the table, eyeing you as you excuse yourself from the other ladies in your table.

Seokjin stares at Jungkook and purses his lips. He discards of the napkin on his lap at once, lightly throwing the piece of cloth on the table. As he stands up, few murmurs of curiosity follow him as he approaches you.

“Ms. ________, may I?” You’re surprised when somebody suddenly appears on your side, offering his arm out for you to hold onto. You hear sunbae Jiyoung quietly cheer you on, nodding her head once to accept Seokjin’s display of manners. The rest of the audience likewise cheers the young man on with a few men whooping and a number of ladies cooing at the sight.  Frankly, it wasn’t even that long of a walk until the stage but a part of you was grateful, knowing for yourself that you truly weren’t used to wearing long dresses like these. 

As you both reach the stage, with your hand hooked around Seokjin’s elbow, he places another hand atop yours for extra support. The action seems to have the opposite effect. Suddenly all too aware of the proximity between you two, a shiver runs through your spine, secretly hoping the gulp that you make at the sensation goes unnoticed. At the end of the stairs, you give him a curt bow and say your thanks, unable to look him in the eye.

The emcee hands you the microphone and an envelope, containing the name of the awardee. You tap the mic once, then twice. “This is on, right?” The audience laughs in response. “Woops, sorry,” you apologize meekly before starting your half-impromptu, half-practiced speech.

“I’d like to take this opportunity to thank, first and foremost, the board of judges who have bestowed upon me this same award this time last year, and now I have had the greatest honor to announce the awardee later on. I would also like to send my gratitude to all those who have been my mentors here in Korea and overseas – for I have taken your pieces of advice to my heart and they have guided me wonderfully throughout these years, especially sunbae Choi Jiyoung, who has molded me into the woman and chef that I am today. Also, here’s a special mention to Chef Lee for having prepared this wonderful course for us this lovely evening – I absolutely admire how he manages to make Korean staples like Kimchi Jjigae and Pajeon so…flavorful like it’s been made with his entire heart and soul poured into each detail. Wow. Could we have a round of applause for Chef Lee tonight?”

The audience complies quickly with your request while Chef Lee gives you a bow of gratitude by the doors of the event hall.

“Lastly, I would also like to acknowledge the presence of a beloved mentor of mine, back when I took patisserie classes back in Paris – Mr. Frank Boucher, who had, by the way, also prepared his signature Apple Tarte Tatin for our dessert tonight. So without further ado, the Gourmet Chefs Association of East Asia – Chef of the Year award goes to, drumroll please!” Your tongue feels like it got stuck in your throat, but you pull yourself back to reality quick enough so no one else notices.

“Kim Seokjin! Congratulations!”

Seokjin had just barely gotten back to his seat when he hears his name being called. He stands up, beautiful facial features twisted into one of confusion. “You won Chef of the Year bro! Congrats!” Minjae pats Seokjin’s butt briefly before pushing him back towards the stage.

As you hand him the trophy, you give each other a small smile, likewise posing for the cameras. The photographer gestures for you to scoot closer to each other with his hands. It’s getting harder to fake your smile. You wanted nothing more but to go home. Or maybe you could pass by Canapé and take a bottle of wine home for yourself 

Thankfully, the awarding the Chef of the Year signals the nearing conclusion of the event, and as soon as you get back to your seat, you send a text to Yoongi, telling him that the event will be over in a couple more minutes.

The event ends quicker than expected, and you find yourself bidding goodbye to everyone else as soon as the emcee officially ends the ceremony. You badly wanted to go home and rest, with only a few hours left for sleep before another work day starts.

You see Yoongi pull up by the entrance after a few more minutes. “How was the party?” You tell him what happened during the event, completely leaving out Seokjin’s appearance and antics. “Let’s just drop you off by your apartment first then I’ll go drive back to the restaurant to grab something.”

“I can go with?”

“It’s fine Yoongs. Besides, we have work in a few hours. You already sleep during work, what more if I keep you awake for an extra couple of minutes tonight?”

Yoongi just shakes his head at you, saying nothing else in reply. He finds you uncharacteristically quiet after a big event like this and wants to ask you about it, but you seem too lost in your thoughts that he doesn’t want to bother you any further. You arrive at his place shortly and as you get down from the car to switch places, you give him a hug and thank him for being your chauffeur. “Oh, and _______? Your French Cabernet Sauvignon is at the third row from the top. And drink at home, please. See you tomorrow.”

Passing through the main entrance of your restaurant, you turn on a few lights by the wine rack to aid your search for the alcoholic beverage. You make a beeline for the wooden structure attached to the wall. Third row from the top… reaching out, you grab on a bottle, reading out its name, ‘Chateau Pichon Longueville 2015 Pauillac’. This will most likely do the trick.

All of a sudden, a knock comes from your door, startling you out of your wits. Quickly, you scurry to the kitchen, looking for something that can protect you in case this person means harm. Your extensive collection of knives is what comes into your mind first, but you wouldn’t want them to be considered murder weapons, in case the worst scenario comes into play.

So you settle for the rolling pin, clutching the cylindrical utensil tightly in your hands. “Who’s there?” you call out, hoping the fear wont seep through your words. “Um, it’s Frank. Frank Boucher. Is that you inside, _______?”

Letting your hands fall to the side, you cautiously near the door, still clutching the rolling pin in your hands. You can’t be too sure nowadays. You sneak a glace through the glass panels to confirm his identity. Breathing a sigh of relief when you see it really was your mentor back in Paris, you set aside the rolling pin and unlock the door.

“_________!”

“Ah, and to what do I owe this pleasure, Chef Boucher?”

“I wanted to talk to you back at the event, but I’m guessing you left early…”

“Um, yes…still a lot of work to do tomorrow.”  

“Can I get you anything, perhaps? I- I grabbed a bottle of wine just now… would you like some? Or water maybe?”

“Wine is always a great choice, _______. Also I’m here to tell you something important, but I’ll let you grab two glasses first, for our usage.”

“Of course! Please feel free to sit anywhere you like.”

“Quaint restaurant you have here, ______. This is the same Canapé you told me in your email right?”  

“Yep! Would you mind a few crackers and goat’s cheese to go with the wine?”

“That sounds perfect, though you really don’t have to bother yourself with all of that…” You shrug off his comment, reassuring him that it was the least you could do after having taught you so much when you were back in Paris.

You finally get everything ready, one hand holding a plate full of crackers and cheese, while the other holds two wine glasses. As soon as you get seated, Frank takes upon him the honor of opening the bottle, pouring a sufficient amount of the beverage onto your glasses. “I meant to give this to you personally earlier, but I could no longer find you after the party ended.” He hands you a white envelope with your name and Canapé’s address printed at the back. 

“You’ve been invited to the Asian Gourmet Conference in the Philippines next week.” You choke on the wine you’re drinking, embarrassingly turning into a coughing mess in front of your mentor. He looks at you expectantly as you open the envelope.

“Wait. This is real?! No way!” Frank laughs at your reaction, excitement evident in your voice as you skim over the words indicated on the paper. “Oh my goodness! This is such a great event! And the opportunities! Please bring the wine home, Chef Boucher! It’s on the house.” The French man laughs harder at your offer, but he doesn’t decline.

“I’m glad you’re this excited, because you’re going with Seokjin.”

Immensely thanking the heavens that you were looking down the whole time while reading the document, else your mentor would’ve seen the instantaneous scowl that graced your face at the mere mention of the-man-who-shall-not-be-named.

You force a smile onto your features before looking back up at Frank. “Kim Seokjin? As in Kim Seokjin who just won GCAEA’s Chef of the Year Award earlier?”

With slumped shoulders, you lean farther backward in your seat. The Asian Gourmet Conference was one of the most anticipated conferences in the whole of Asia. It was an event highly awaited by many in the culinary field, especially one of its main events where they invite gourmet chefs from all parts of the world to compete for the best dish ever and a $200,000 prize.

The contest was another thing though, because two representatives will be vying for each country, so the winning pair will get to come home with $100,000 each. You really wouldn’t have put any thought into who your partner would have been if you were.

Your head fills with dread at the thought of having Seokjin as your partner. It was bad enough that he owns the gourmet restaurant next to yours, and that he’d attended GCAEA which caused more unwanted interactions with him.

“Yes him. From what I’ve heard, people say he’s a rising star, and that his newly established restaurant was getting a lot of good reviews.”

“It’s the restaurant next to mine, chef.”

“Ha! Seems like you’ve finally met your match, darling. Pretty sure that can apply romance-wise as well…”

“Why does everybody keep shipping us?” You wonder, subconsciously vocalizing your thoughts.

“You two look like you have his-…I think… you two would just look great together!”

“Ship? You know what ship means?” You look at him incredulously.

“It’s when you like the idea of two people together right? My daughter says it all time because of these Korean boys with bright hair – actually, when she knew I was going here to attend GCAEA as a guest she kept on nagging me to buy her albums and these sticks…”

“Sticks?”

“Yeah, the lightning ones?”

“Lightning?” You stifle a laugh. “You mean lightsticks, right?”

“Whatever they’re called, _______.” Frank Boucher gives you his infamous glare.

Nearly snorting at the sight of your mentor looking physically and mentally exhausted with trying to keep up with his fangirling daughter, you offer him another bottle because he seems like he needs it more than you do.

Your conversation falls into talking about your current lives and the stresses of running a restaurant, with Frank eventually leading the conversation about the person you’d least likely enjoy talking about. He tells you about your neighboring rival, how he’s done just as well with his own place like what you did with yours. He’s proud that both of his students had established their names in Korea’s gourmet society even at such a young age.

The clocks finally hits ten thirty and Frank takes this as his cue to get going.“Great! Your plane ticket and hotel booking has probably already been sent by my secretary to your email. The convention is only for three days, but the two extra days are on me. Take it as a gift for Canapé’s opening. Go enjoy yourself, _______”

Forcing another bright smile onto your face, you bid your goodbye to your mentor, locking the front door of your restaurant as he leaves.  Five days with Seokjin. May the gods have mercy on you.

The four-hour flight to the Philippines had been excruciatingly awkward. To say the least.

You hadn’t talked to each other for the most part. In fact, the only time you had interacted with each other was when you’d waken him up because you had already landed at the airport. The both of you had barely spoken to each other even on your way to the hotel. Occasionally he’d ask you questions that only warranted monosyllabic responses from you.

You’re glad that weariness passed as the only excuse for the lack of interaction. The moment you’d met up at the airport, fatigue had already been evident in both your faces, so your pair had ended up with alternating sleeping schedules during the length of your flight and up to the taxi ride to your hotel.

Only a few words were shared between you when you’ve finally arrived in front of your rooms – something along the lines of ‘good night’ and ‘see you tomorrow’. As you let sleep take over you that night, you pray that everything will go smoothly for the entirety of your stay.

“Lovely afternoon to all of you present here today at this year’s Asian Gourmet Conference!” Excited applause falls amongst the crowd, cheering on different countries, even though they screamed the most for Team Philippines. The host greets the audience and the participants one more time, before proceeding to the guidelines of the event.

“For the first challenge of our main event, we’d like the chefs to cook two staple dishes from their respective home countries – but with a twist! Our chefs will have to use Filipino ingredients only! This is where we put their creativity and talent to the test. To our chefs, please be reminded that we will be giving you an hour to prepare your fusion dishes. While you guys are cooking, I’ll be going around to interview almost fifty chefs who have come from all parts of the world just to join us today.”

You start brainstorming with Seokjin the moment the host leaves the stage. “You’ve been to the Philippines a few times right? You’ve tried some of their food?” your partner asks, turning to you. You’re surprised he even remembered…if you had recalled properly, you had only mentioned it once back in Paris that you did visit the Philippines on occasion.

“Um, yes…I’ve been here a couple of times,” you reply, racking your brain for any Korean dishes that might hold any similarity with Korean staples. “I only remember Sinigang, and Adobe…”

“I’m pretty sure they call it Adobo here Seokjin,” you make no attempt to suppress the giggle the escapes your lips as he mistakes computer software for food.

“But the challenge is only to make our home country’s staples with Philippine ingredients… so this shouldn’t be that big of a fusion problem since rice is also considered a vital part of their meals here…”

“You think good ‘ole Bibimbap will do? Pretty much all the ingredients are available here…What else could we have?” Seokjin asks, taking a notepad and a pen from his jacket. “We can have tteokbokki for the appetizer and bingsu for dessert.”

You get to cooking right after you and Seokjin agree on the ingredients you were going to use. Maybe working with Seokjin wasn’t so bad after all. Not even fifteen minutes into the competition, you see a few girls cheer Seokjin on, ceaselessly calling your partner “Seokjin oppa!” They screams only seem to spur Seokjin on, who’s now showing off his knife skills. You roll your eyes as you shake your head, crushing the garlic a little too hard against the board.

“Jealous much?” your partner asks. You can feel Seokjin smirking beside you.

“You wish, Kim Seokjin.”

“Whatever floats your boat, ________,” he sighs, “If only my partner could also send me words of encouragement rather than staying silent the whole time,” he mumbles to himself, thinking it wasn’t loud enough for you to hear.

“You and I both know this mouth is better at something else.” You turn to him, giving Seokjin a playful wink before setting the ingredients to the bibimbap on one side. He nearly drops the knife he’s holding at your comment, obviously scandalized by your innuendo.

Even with the time racing against you, everything was still going as planned, you just needed to hurry with the final parts of the dishes and you’d be able to beat the buzzer which was bound to ring in less than twenty minutes. That is until the salt container placed on top of this tall arrangement of pots topples over the shaved ice you’ve prepared for the bingsu. You see the ice melt before your eyes, and you quickly move to the container, removing some of the ice that was turning into water.

“Shit! Sorry ________!” He drops the pans he held in his arms onto the sink, scampering to your side afterwards. “Can I help –“

“No! I…It’s fine, Seokjin, just…just go back to whatever you were doing earlier. And please be careful next time.” Seokjin nods curtly, before going back to clean the pans. “______, why does it smell like something’s burning?”

“Fuck!” Cursing under your breath, you hurry towards the pot where the rice was cooking. As you remove the cover, the smell of burnt rice and a failed dish wafts through your nose, causing you to take a deep breath as you attempt to calm yourself down.

Reluctantly, you scoop out the rice that wasn’t burnt and place it onto the stone pot and start plating your bibimbap. Seokjin likewise helps you finish plating the tteokbokki and bingsu in silence.

Needless to say, your burnt rice didn’t make it through the first round. It didn’t mean that you were disqualified from the competition though, but in order to win the cash prize, you will have to make it through all three challenges of the event. That same evening as you take the cab back to the hotel, the despondence in the air is thicker than ever.

“See you tomorrow, ______.” Seokjin says, giving you a small smile as he stops in front of his door.

“Right. See you tomorrow, Seokjin. Sleep well.”

It’s ironic how it was you who actually needed that phrase and not Seokjin. You’ve watched the clock tick away, turned on the television for something to watch on the local news channels which were thankfully spoken in English, you had also resorted to Netflix on your phone, but all to no avail.

Admittedly, you had finished an Iced Americano in fifteen minutes earlier this morning but you figure it’s the entire ‘burnt rice’ accident that’s keeping you awake at this hour. Heaving a deep sigh, you lift the covers off your body, put on a hoodie and headed outside.

You pause by Seokjin’s door momentarily, with the strong urge to knock on his door and apologize for your lack of professionalism earlier this afternoon. Seokjin didn’t really mean to pour the salt over the ice at the event, and the way you reacted was unnecessarily rude.

Seokjin was probably asleep though, and you didn’t want to further embarrass yourself by waking him in the middle of the night. Retracting your hand that was merely inches away from his door, you turn on your heel and decide to apologize to him first thing in the morning tomorrow. Maybe even get him an extra something to show the depth of your regret and guilt.

After having asked the receptionist for directions towards the nearest convenience store, you’re suddenly regretting having worn shorts on your way out – the exposed skin of your legs prickling as the chilly evening air bites at it. Spotting 7-Eleven just across the street, you walk quickly towards the convenience store, desperate to feel warmth in this cold night.

The mellifluous sound of the bell echoes throughout the small store as you enter, that particular smell of convenience stores wafting through your senses. You decide to explore the shop a little, trying to look for something to eat.

Quite ironically, you’ve cooked nearly a thousand dishes in your lifetime, and having to cook another shouldn’t be that much of a burden but when your mind is swirling with thoughts just like tonight, you can’t seem to bring yourself to cook even the simplest dish – like it’s too great of a task to burden yourself with.

So during times like this, you turn to instant noodles, the ultimate lifesaver since your culinary school days. Hopefully no one from GCAEA or the AGC finds you like this, a dignified gourmet chef who’s starting to establish her name in the culinary field, crawling convenience stores in the middle of the night and slurping instant noodles away like it’s her last day on Earth.

You finally get to the noodles section, where you see a man in a hoodie, likewise skimming through the same aisle as you. The receptionist had told you to be wary of sketchy-looking people especially during the wee hours of the morning so you hurry with your own search as you look for a certain brand of cup noodles. Shin Ramyeon.

It should be here somewhere… As far as you’re concerned as a consumer, it’s being exported to over a hundred countries now so it must be here. Going over the entire aisle one last time, you finally see the red cup, reaching over the lone cup of Shin Ramyeon left on the shelf. The problem was, you weren’t the only one who was reaching for it.

Why do those fingers look insanely familiar?

Your eyes widen gradually as you slowly trail them up to see the owner of those hands. Of course, who else could it have been? You call out each other’s name at the same time.

“Seokjin.” “________.”

“You can have it.” You spoke in unison again.

“It’s fine really, you can have it. I’ll just look for another brand,” you tell him, handing over the cup with perfectly controlled reluctance.

“Would you mind if we shared, perhaps?” You stare at him, completely taken aback by his offer. “Or not…I mean- forget I even said that… Here take it.” He hands the cup to you and starts to leave.

“Jin! I- I don’t mind sharing.” Biting on his lip, he attempts to hide the smile that slowly etches into his face as he hears the nickname only you have for him. He turns to face you again. “Okay.” Seokjin gives you a smile, grabs the cup noodles from your grasp and orders you to look for seats while he pays for your shared midnight snack.  

Slowly, you trudge towards the limited number of seats they offer at the convenience store and find a spot by the windows. Seokjin arrives at your table a couple of minutes afterwards.

It was now or never. You owed Seokjin an apology after having rudely declined his offer of help during the event, even when the whole fiasco was just an accident. You figure if you don’t apologize for your unjust behavior, guilt is most likely going to eat at you for a very, very long time. Seokjin’s dejected yet still beautiful face will haunt you in your dreams.

As Seokjin busies himself with adding the ingredients onto the paper cup, you take this opportunity to speak up. “Jin,” you start, the nickname sending Seokjin’s heart into another frenzy. “About the bibimbap earlier, I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize, ________. It was my fault anyway. I should be the one apologizing right now, but…hold that thought for a moment…” He looks away, letting out a sneeze. “….it’s the powder seasoning, sorry… As I was saying, I’d also like to apologize about what happened earlier, I mean if I didn’t try to carry so much, the salt wouldn’t have toppled over.”

“Hey! I should be the one apologizing right now! Stop stealing my thunder!” You pout, begrudgingly taking the small carton of milk Seokjin bought to go with the ramen. You can’t say you aren’t pleasantly surprised at how he remembers this habit of yours too. For some reason, he remembers how you always have milk ready whenever you eat something spicy.

“Anyways… I also wanted to apologize for my rude behavior towards you back at the event. It was an accident, yet I reacted badly and declined your assistance. It was only after the event that I realized that we’re supposed to be helping each other, and not treating each other poorly.”

“Don’t worry yourself too much about it, ______. Besides, we still have two days to redeem ourselves right?” Seokjin sends a warm smile your way, one you cannot help but return.

“What else are you waiting for? The ramen is getting cold and lonely.”

“You sure you aren’t talking about yourself?”

“You know, I’m thinking maybe you should get your own instant noodles,” Seokjin comments, fingers curling around the paper cup.

“Okay, okay, geez.” Throwing your hands up in defense, you thank him for paying for the noodles and the milk before pulling your chopsticks apart and digging in. As you take your first bite, Seokjin suddenly speaks up.

“Is it just me, or I am really very anxious right now…what if someone might see us?”

“Last time I checked, there’s nothing wrong with eating inside a convenience store.”  

“No, no. But we’re like… owners…of restaurants…that serve gourmet food…yet here we are, at half past twelve in the morning, sharing cup noodles like it’s the last meal in the world due to a zombie apocalypse.”

“I get how you feel, but I don’t think we’d agree on the zombie apocalypse part…”

The conversation flows naturally between the both of you, like two friends casually catching up with each other’s lives. Seokjin was in the middle of talking when you hear the pitter-patter of rain outside. Tiny droplets of water slide down the glass panels, slowly turning into heavier ones.

You look at each other. “Should we?”

“We can wait this out if you’d like…” Seokjin proposes, though he isn’t so sure he wants to go with his offer either. The sudden downpour doesn’t seem like it was going to stop anytime soon. “Forget what I said, we should leave before this gets worse. Wait here.” Seokjin stands up,  goes through each aisle of the convenience store, and returns to where you’re seated. “Damn, they just ran out of umbrellas.”

“We could just run back the hotel…it’s just one crosswalk away.”

“You sure about that? What if you get sick?”

“Let’s just hope we won’t then.” Seokjin gives you a nod in approval. “Before we go out though,” he pulls his hoodie off his torso, giving you a slight show of his abdominals as he raises his hands. You abruptly look away, before nasty thoughts overcome you.

Placing his hoodie over both your heads, Seokjin peers down at you. “Ready when you are.” The quick sprint back to the hotel has you both screaming and laughing at the same time. You weren’t surprised that Seokjin’s hoodie barely served its purpose. You were both drenched from the neck down, attracting unwanted attention from people with your appearance.

With less than a few more steps before you reach your hotel rooms, you feel trepidation bubbling in the pit of your stomach. What’s going to happen now? Were you supposed to forget what happened between the two of you three years ago just like that? Was your midnight ramen run officially a clean slate?

Seokjin has his back facing you, the thin, white material of his shirt clinging sinfully to his skin. Every second spent with Seokjin was the best form of punishment in both ways “Are you going to sleep?” You don’t think that was going to happen anytime soon, now that you’re once again blessed with his visuals and perfectly sculpted body.

Seokjin turns to face you, waiting for your response. You shake your head no, eyes unabashedly staring at the outline of his six-pack. The man lets out a cough, drawing you out of your reverie. “Wanna keep warm for a bit and talk over hot chocolate?”

Why do you get the feeling it’s not just hot chocolate that’s going to keep you warm tonight?

“Sure.” Your voice comes out small, swallowing loudly as he unlocks the door to his room. 

The tension in the air is so thick that you’re actually having difficulty trying to breathe normally. Seokjin sets his wet hoodie on the floor before meeting your eyes, pupils already dilated. He momentarily holds his stare, eyes raking all over your equally drenched body. He points a finger sideways, “Hot chocolate.” Subconsciously chewing on your bottom lip, you nod, unable to form any coherent words in your head.

As he heads towards the kitchenette, you rub your face with your hands, before placing a hand over your chest. “Calm down, girl. It’s not like you’ve never seen abs before.” This is like Paris all over again, and you weigh the possible outcome of this situation. If you’re reading the signs right, Seokjin is clearly just affected as you are. Are you really willing to wear your heart out on your sleeve like this one more time? You rack your brain for answers, yet all it does is betray you with images of the rippling muscles underneath Seokjin’s shirt.

Ah, fuck it.

“Jin?” you call out as you reach the wall separating the kitchenette. Just as you peek through the divider, Seokjin rakes a hand through his temple, his hair now pushed back and forehead visible. You practically hear your resolve shattering into pieces.

Taking initiative, you close the distance between the both of you, connecting your lips with his in a feverish kiss. He tastes spicy – just like the ramen you’ve shared just minutes ago, but god, your favorite ramen and Seokjin’s lips; if that ain’t the hottest combination in the world – both literally, and figuratively.

You kiss Seokjin fervently like you’re going to crumble if his lips aren’t connected with yours. One hand of his raises to get rid of the scrunchie holding your hair up in a ponytail, and he lets his fingers card through your wet hair gently. The intensity of his kiss practically devours you, his hands grabbing hastily at your clothes. He’s itching to take them off your body, yet you feel the hesitation in his actions, waiting for that sign from you before he can do so as he pleases.

Pulling away to take a breather, you tug your hoodie up and off you, with Seokjin helping you with the task. "You don’t know how much I’ve longed for this, fuck." He seizes your mouth with his once more like a man starved.

Seokjin groans as he finally gets a view of the amount of lace you’re wearing underneath your hoodie. “I’d love to have you in your lingerie another time, but for now, let’s get you naked for me, hmm?” You’re barely allowed a second to fully comprehend his statement about lingerie and another time before Seokjin discards of the red lacy bra you have on and attaching his lips to one of your nipples.

Gasping at the sensation, you arch your back so that you’re practically pressing your chest against his face, greedily asking for more. Hooking a finger inside the waistband of your gym shorts, Seokjin easily tugs your shorts down along with your underwear.

He grabs you by the waist and lifts you up to the counter for his convenience. You shiver slightly when your ass comes in contact with the coldness of the marble. As if on instinct, your legs spread wider, seemingly inviting him to come closer to you.

“You’re so fucking hot, you know that?”

“Mhmmm,” your words are muffled as you ardently kiss him. Seokjin brings his lips back to your breasts, biting and pulling at one while the other gets kneaded under his palm. Equally just as impatient as you are, Seokjin lets a hand trail in between your bodies, tentatively brushing against your core to gauge your reaction.

Your body quakes in anticipation, and Seokjin teases you even further by slowly rubbing the pad of his finger on your clit. “Jin, please,” you beseech. “Gotta prepare you first, baby girl.” Letting your head fall back at the sensation (and the pet name!), Seokjin decides to give you what you want, seeing as though you were wet enough that taking his cock right now won’t be a problem. He finally slides a finger inside, your body trembling at the intrusion. God, it’s been too long.

Okay, honestly speaking, you really didn’t take interest in another man when Seokjin entered your life three years ago, and now that you’re back here in this compromising situation with his finger sliding in and out of you languidly, you feel like you could just cum at the thought of it alone.

Seokjin adds another finger, continuing the pace. You moan wantonly as Seokjin curls his fingers, your velvety walls clenching around his digits. He can tell you’re getting close, but he knew it wasn’t enough.

Without having to slide his fingers out of you, Seokjin grabs at one of the chairs and pulls it towards himself so he can sit.

He hooks his arms under your thighs and pulls you closer, merely centimeters away from your cunt. Your cheeks are set ablaze at his brazen action, opening your mouth to say something, falling speechless yet again as Seokjin’s lips come in contact with your nether lips. The man licks a bold stripe along the length of your folds, your hands instantly finding purchase on his hair as you’ve got nothing else to hold on to. He repeats the action all over again, this time adding his fingers to slide in and out of you and toy with your clit. A few more licks and a particular curl of his digits, Seokjin makes you cum for the first time again in three years, so hard that you’re body’s trembling even after he sets your legs down 

You’re breathing heavily, resting your forehead on Seokjin’s temple. “Mind taking a shower with me? It’s important to bathe after running the rain” Seokjin looks up at you, eyes pleading.

“I would, if I’m still able to walk.”

“Who said you were going to walk?” Seokjin maneuvers you on top of the counter, placing his hands under your knees and on your back, carrying you bridal style towards the bath. As soon as he settles you down onto the tub, he turns the faucet on and leaves you there for a moment, telling you that he was just going to grab something from his luggage.

You rest your head against the edge of the tub as you wait for Seokjin. You slowly feel exhaustion taking over you, but when you hear Seokjin’s muted footsteps against the carpeted floor, your eyes pry open only to see Seokjin in his boxers, holding a bath bomb in his palm. You gulp. This was going to be one hell of a night.

Just like before, Seokjin has you cumming thrice in the bath, once when he took you from underneath, making sure that the water fell perfectly on your clit for added stimulation as he slid his length in and out of you. He’d made you cum when you rode him as well, water sloshing everywhere at your naughty shenanigans in the bath. Even after two orgasms, Seokjin just won’t quit, having bent you over as you faced the wall, pounding you from behind.

Seokjin, with his libido seemingly running 24/7 tells you he wasn’t done with you just yet, saying he’s still got three years worth more of fucking to give you. He wanted to give you the most unforgettable sex of your life, and boy, was he adamant about it.

Seemingly not having had enough of you yet after helping you scrub almost the whole expanse of your skin, he finds himself getting hard again at the sight of you in just his shirt and nothing else.  You meant to sleep by that time, but as soon as Seokjin spooned you, you’d felt his clothed erection already grinding against your ass. You no longer kept count of how many times he made you cum.

The sunlight peeks through a tiny slit through the curtains, the heat perfectly hitting your face, causing you to wake up. Your body is sore all over, and as you roll to the other side while stretching out your limbs, you spot next to you empty.

Of course. You’re a fucking dumbass.

Hastily grabbing your clothes strewn across the floor, you head out of his room, tears already brimming in your eyes. Your vision is getting blurry by the second, and you angrily swipe at your cheeks as you feel a singular tear roll down. As you curse Seokjin under your breath, you bump into none other than the devil himself. “Oh! You’re awake?”

You don’t answer, stepping aside so you could go back to your room and rethink your life decisions.

“Where are you going, _______?”

“Out of your room, and hopefully out of your life as well.”

“Wait - ______! What are you talking about?” Seokjin extends his hand to grab your arm.

“Don’t fucking touch me, Seokjin.” The venom laced with your words makes him reel, retracting the arm he had held out to reach you. “I really never meant anything to you, hm? Fuck, I have probably reached desperation to return back into your arms that easily.”

“Desperation? That’s all it was last night? And the one three years ago?”

“I should be the one asking you that question!”

“What?”

“What do you mean ‘what’? Are you really that fucking dense, Seokjin? You were the one who left me alone in the room that morning, and now you’ve done it again. Congratulations on having a new notch on your belt. And I’m a fucking fool for even thinking you felt otherwise!”

“You think I left you that morning?”

“I’m not done yet—what did you say?”

“You were the one who left that morning!”

“I did not! When I woke up, you weren’t there, nor were you anywhere inside your entire apartment! Do you know how embarrassing that was!” You pause, lips trembling, “F-For someone who actually meant something to you only seeing you as just some one-night stand?! Someone who you could use to get your dick wet?!”

“You like m-“

“You’re missing the entire point here, Kim Seokjin!”

“What’s happening here?” A raspy voice asks, the familiar mop of curly hair coming into view. Rafa?

“Oh my god! You like me, fuck! I could just kiss you right now!” Seokjin doesn’t even hesistate, already leaning towards your face and connecting your lips. You almost melt into his arms at the sensation, but you pull away just as instantly, tears freely rolling down. “Am I really just a joke to you, Jin? Have you ever even taken into consideration my feelings, even once?”

“______, darling. This is all a misunderstanding. Well, I did leave that morning, but I just went out to Rafa next door to shower. I—you looked so peaceful as you slept that I really didn’t want to bother waking you up to tell you that I can’t shower with cold water and it’s like déjà vu all of a sudden and…wait!” Seokjin drags poor Rafael who’s still looks like he’s half-asleep. “Rafa can verify the truth!”

Rafael sighs, once again caught in the middle of something he no longer wants to be a part of. “It’s true, ______. This guy’s pretty much in love with you. It’s just an unfortunate fact that this same guy has plenty of annoying habits that gets him in trouble most times. Just like not being able handle water that is below 26 degrees Celsius.”

You’re looking back and forth Seokjin and Rafa, trying to study their features if they’re being questionable or not. Finding no trace of mirth in their eyes, you turn to Seokjin. “You really didn’t leave me that morning and… today?”

“No. I could never. I’m a fucking dumbass for not thinking about what you could’ve felt that time and today…or telling you that I was just heading out to Rafa’s to shower because for some reason my heater isn’t always functioning…” 

“Glad to know you’ve finally acknowledged that you’re a bloody idiot.” Rafa speaks up, narrowing his eyes at Seokjin, taking a sip from his mug. Since when was that in his hands? Rafa sees you stare at his mug, and answers your silent question, “Was planning to drink this while it was hot earlier but I don’t see anything wrong with drinking cold coffee while watching a live action soap opera.”

“Funny how a night of fucking like wild rabbits can do so much to people,” Rafa adds, scoffing as he retreats back to his room. You lean your head towards Seokjin’s chest, embarrassed out of your wits. Seokjin puts an arm around your shoulder pulling you closer to him. “Don’t mind Rafa. He’s just jealous.”

“I can perfectly hear you, Kim Seokjin!”

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fruits basket manga lb (chs 131 - 133)

CH 131

We’re learning about the origins of the curse now. Oh boy. 

The cat went to God first ;A; 

omg the cat died first.... 

God saved it!

Oh, the cat didn’t want to have eternal life... and the others and God took that as rejection.... seriously? So petty, honestly. I love learning about how it happened but I’m just like... wtf. It’s like all of this generational trauma could’ve all been avoided if God and the animals hadn’t misinterpreted shit LOl

YUKI’S CRYING ;A;

I totally understand Yuki’s feelings here. It must be hard. You’re free, but you’re also letting go of something that was a part of you for so long, something that helped shaped who you are, no matter how negative a situation. 

AH AJSFJSJF HE CAN HUG HER NOW OH MY GOD I TOTALLY FORGOT IM SOBBING

MACHI IS SO CUTE 

She’s calling him by his first name KSFJSJFJSF

AHHH THEY KISSED! ENDGAME YUCHI! <3

“When did that promise turn into a curse?” What I’ve been asking since since the very beginning rofl

AKDGDKG KYO’S SHOWING KAZUMA HIS BARE ARM IM ;A;

KAZUMA IS SO HAPPY SJJDG

Haru and Rin!! <3

omg look at Tohru pulling on Kyo’s shirt how cute

is Tohru gonna see Akito? <3

SHE’S HUGGING HER! I LOVE THIS! I love that Akito can see that even after the curse has been lifted, Tohru wasn’t lying about being there for her, about being her friend. Akito needed this, honestly. I’m very happy with the resolution of their rivalry. I’m happy with how the curse broke. 

“The Cat’s wish... wasn’t granted... until much, much later.” IM CRYINGGG

CH 132

Starting the last volume... this is so depressing, I don’t want this story to be over. 

Akigure time, lol. 

Oh is this the final banquet? 

IT’S SO NICE TO SEE RITSU AGAIN!! <333

“Things might be a bit tense.” Oh, I’m sure. I don’t think it’s all going to be sunshine and daisies. Akito may be behaving a hell of a lot better and changed her ways, but there’s still a lot of pain here, pain that she directly caused. I’m interested to see how this is going to go. 

LOL @ momiji calling Kyo a cheater we love to see familial teasing!

I love that they’re not all awkward around each other. It just goes to show that a lot of their genuine personalities poked through even among the curse. They all do have a bond, curse or no curse. And it’s very nice to see Kyo being actually included in that bond. 

lool fucking Ayame, man. I love him. 

Aww is Yuki kinda sorta looking out for Kyo around Ayame? I love this. 

HAHA 

“Akito’s ready to see you.” sfjsjfsj

OH WOW.

Look at her? She looks so pretty? 

RITSU LMFAO

Oh, Shigure got her that kimono. 

Yeaaah, this is what I’m worried about with Akigure as a ship. Akito’s better, but she still has a tendency to fly off the handle if she thinks she’s being slighted, and it makes me worried about how they would handle dispites and arguments without getting physical like that, you know? I’d hope that she’d do it less and less as time goes on. 

“All of you are free. And this may come too late, but for everything... I’m...” Oh my god. Is she trying to apologize? 

She can’t, though. It won’t come out. I bet she probably feels like sorry isn’t enough, in some ways. How do you apologize for a lifetime of suffering that you’ve caused, the trauma inflicted on other people? 

I guess Akigure are official, lol. I mean, I’m glad that Akito’s getting a somewhat happy ending. Shigure, I still don’t like him but he’s a fantastic character. 

Akito’s gonna stay at the estate and be the head without keeping anyone shackled to her. That’s as good of an ending as I could’ve anticipated for her. I’ll be honest: I still feel like she got off a little easy. She should’ve faced some legal consequences, at least. But I don’t dislike her like I used to. She’s definitely come around and I’ve partially forgiven her. 

I’ll talk more about my feelings about Akito and everything once I’ve finished, but that’s where I am right now. 

CH 133

AHHH KYORU. THEY’RE OFFICIAL! 

loool who is Mayu talking about? 

OH Yuki and the others know about Akito being a female now? Nice!

“I can’t believe I was so violent... to a girl.” KYO. MY BOY. Omg what a sweetheart? Honey, she was violent to you, too. 

“The last thing I wanted was another guy interested in you.” LMFAOOOO 

YUKI’S DYING

“The mood between the two of them has become somewhat gentler than before.” Somewhat? Girl, they’re friends now, and I’m loving it. It’s so cute. 

“He beat the crap outta me.” YES LOL

“Kyo-kun smiles more than he used to. I’ve come to realize that this is his true self.” ;A;

oh my gosh THEY’RE SO CUTE.

How are they even cuter now that they’re dating?!

“Walking together, hand in hand, isn’t something that I’ll ever take for granted.” I’m cryinggggg. ;a; My babies. 

NOT TALK OF A KYORU BABY MY HEART CAN ONLY HANDLE SO MUCH.

AND GRANDPA KAZUMA!! HE’D DOTE ON THAT KID!

What’s wrong with my bby girl Isuzu? :(

“Not everyone... is in the same situation.” Ah, yeah... 

“How can you act like nothing ever happened? She did all kinds of nasty stuff to Kyo. And she hurt you a lot too. Those wounds will never disappear, will they?” I 1000% understand Rin here. I was waiting for this to be brought up!

Oh, Isuzu, my poor girl. 

This might change later on, but as of right now, I don’t fully forgive Akito, either. There’s just too much that she did to too many people. Like Rin, like Yuki, like Kyo. Even Hatori. I’m generally a forgiving person, but I have a hard time with abusive characters. Maybe it’s from my own past, being a survivor of abuse. Being around it and knowing how they are just impacts you differently, I guess. I don’t know if it’s right to say that maybe people who haven’t experienced abuse are able to forgive easier. 

I haven’t forgiven my abuser, and I never will. Do I still understand why they did it, why they are who they are, and do I still empathize? YES. I feel a lot for people. I feel a lot for Akito on a positive note, and I’m so proud of her progression. She’s a hurt woman who deserved better and who hurt people because she was in so much pain herself. She hasn’t been able to break free of her abuser or heal yet. She needs a safe space to do that, and she’s beginning to learn to be better and be a sweeter person. Tohru showed her that. 

But like Rin, I can’t fully forgive her. If Tohru hadn’t done what she did, hadn’t reached out to Akito, Akito never would’ve changed. She would’ve continued to be horrible and not feel regret for the things she’s done. I appreciate that she was trying to apologize, though. And there are things that I’ve forgiven her for. It’s the worst indiscretions that I can’t. How she treated Rin and Yuki, specifically. I know that she was projecting with Rin. But Rin was a child and an abuse victim herself. Out of all of them, Akito could’ve related to her. Akito knew. She used that instead to hurt Rin, and that is the one thing that I’ll never be okay with. 

“They’ll need time. A whole lot.” Yes. And even then, it may not be enough. Some scars run so fucking deep that even time doesn’t help. I’ve healed from my trauma. It doesn’t impact me anymore. I’ve learned how to cope and move on and now utilize those skills to help others. I think time will help, though, and it may allow others to forgive Akito later. 

Distance is the key here, I think. If they’re not around her, maybe forgiveness will come easier. 

Wow, Akito taking what she learned from Tohru and reaching out to the maid? We love to see it. 

#fruits basket #fruits basket spoilers #fruits basket manga #fruits basket manga spoilers #liveblogging #abuse tw #because i discuss it

[ryuichirou]

omg you watched sk8?? thoughts on matchablossom and renga? (p s I love your art!)

Thank you very much! <3

Sorry we didn’t reply to you and other Anons who asked about Sk8 right away: we wanted to finish the anime before discussing it aaand we did finish it this weekend. It was fun, much more fun than we have anticipated, in fact. The animation was very good, the story is fun, there were a lot of memorable moments when characters “wow really went there”. I know you didn’t ask for my review, and I wouldn’t call it a proper review, but I had to say something about the anime itself lol

Ok about your question.

Bold of you to assume that we’d end up shipping anything other than a fucking psycho rich politician guy and a completely oblivious guy he’s madly in love with LOOOL but I think you figured that after other sk8 stuff we posted haha.

Renga isn’t really our cup of tea ship-wise, it didn’t click with us the way Adalan did, but we still enjoyed Langa and Reki’s relationships. Does that make sense..? They’re well-written, and both Reki and Langa have an interesting character development as they grew from their experience together. It was interesting to see Reki going through losing his spark and motivation because of how good Langa had gotten. Feeling defeated because you’re “not as special” as everyone else around you is a very understandable feeling (esp when this thing you’re passionate about is your entire life you dedicated yourself to), as well as remembering that you don’t have to always compete to do something that you like. I liked that they went there and I really like the whole “we’re doing it for fun” idea (well obviously, I think we talk about fun being the most important part a lot here).

As for Langa, it was very sweet to see him finally connect with someone, and very painful to see him losing this someone and feeling completely lost because of it. He stopped understanding what he wanted to do and why he even wanted to skate in the first place, and he didn’t even get to chance to understand why Reki left him and how exactly he hurt him. He figured it was because of Adam (which is not entirely true?), but still… I usually don’t like it when a conflict in media happens because of lack of communication, but somehow it worked well there.

Oh and matchablossom is a married couple lol I think this one is obvious, but Cherry better fucking start appreciating that man instead of reminiscing about how dreamy Adam was before he changed (although his crush on him is fun too lol). Don’t get it wrong, Joe isn’t innocent either, he is just as childish... But honestly, this is why these two are so fun. Bickering couples are always fun. Bickering almost-couples-because-they-are-not-on-the-same-page-just-yet are  also fun.

#replies #sk8

[the-cult-of-russo]

Ok so I've been coming back here to reread all of your work and I never get tired of it (the NSFW alphabet one is low-key my favorite one 👀) and let me tell you that you're one of my favorite writers and love all of your work.

You don't have to do it if you don't want to, but do you have hc of how Billy Russo would react/ be when he finds out that he's going to be a father? Based on your NSFW alphabet you did for him, you described him as a (extremely) sweet and caring person and I couldn't help to think about how he would be if he ever had a kid of his own.

(Once again, feel free to ignore this if you want to or feel uncomfortable doing it. It's a thought that hass been in my head for a while and wanted to get it out of my system lmao 😂)

First off, thank you! I really appreciate that 🥺🖤🖤🖤

Also, I love talking about headcanons, never worry about asking me about them lmao

So I just wanna say since I did write a multi chapter series about how Billy walked away when he found out that like, the idea for that happened because the first part, his letter to you, is what came to my head. And I wanted to write something sad and angsty. I feel like he's much more likely to stick around in all honesty but the boys got so many issues who even knows loool

But I just wanted to point that out because this will be different and I don't want people to be like; 'But Thalia... you did a whole thing where he left...' 😂

So yeah lmao

Remember, this is my Billy. AU, still bros with Frank Billy 👀😂🖤

I've split this into a few scenarios because I feel like there would be small differences depending on the context.

One night stand:

You had a one night stand with Billy. An amazing, ruin you for other men, kind of one night stand. But then you found out you were pregnant and went to Anvil to tell him. Of course when you turn up there he has no idea the bomb you're about to drop on him. Instead, he gives you a filthy smirk as you enter his office.

"Couldn't stay away?"

When you tell Billy you're pregnant, there's a long moment where he just blinks at you and you're pretty sure you might have broke him.

He cycles through a million and one emotions before it settles on a mix of sheer terror, shock and happiness.

He tries not to get offended when you blurt out that you'd understand if he didn't want to be part of his baby's life. He didn't want his kid to grow up feeling like he didn't love them. He's not his mother.

You're not offended when the first words to leave his lips are asking if the baby is definitely his. Its a valid question since you'd slept with him just hours after meeting him in a bar.

He tells you he wants to be there and of course he takes care of all medical bills and even tries to convince you to let him buy you a better place to live. Somewhere closer to him so you and the baby will be close by.

It wasn't planned or expected by any means but he wants to be there.

Casual sex/friends with benefits:

Billy comes over expecting to get some great sex and instead has you thrusting a pregnancy test in his hands. You're scared and upset and have no idea how he'll react. You've been sleeping together for a while but been friends for longer than that. His commitment issues are exactly why you're worried.

He sits down and stares at it, letting his brain try to absorb the fact he's going to be a dad. He feels the shot of anxiety run through him, wondering if he can do it. What kind of dad could he be? His own mother never loved him, would he be capable of loving a child?

But he knows the answer is yes. Because despite not even being in a relationship with you and this coming out of the blue, he feels excitement welling inside of him and he doesn't even realise he's smiling at the test in his hands.

When he looks back at you, sees how scared you are, he feels a pang of something in his chest that feels an awful lot like panic. He asks what you want to do, scared of the answer you'll give him. But of course you scoff and tell him you're keeping the baby.

Relief and happiness flood his body then as he gets up, hugging you tightly and stroking your hair.

"You don't gotta worry. I'll take care of you both, I promise."

And he means it. Once again he pays all the medical bills and he shockingly tells you he'd like to make a real go out of what you two have.

He buys a house for you and the baby but doesn't pressure you about him living there too. He let's you set the pace for what's happening between you.

Relationship/marriage:

He cries. Like a lot. Planned or not, the news has him weeping like a little girl. You're living together so he notices when you're feeling unwell. Notices that you haven't had your period since he normally gets you ice-cream and also gets you pads and things if you need them. He doesn't say anything though until you do.

So he gets the test for you. The pair of you sit on the bed after you did what you needed, a timer on his phone. The test is on the dresser across the room. Both of you are silent. Overwhelmed by what might happen. He really wants it to be positive. (If this wasn't planned then when you told him you might be, he started to really think about it and found he wanted a baby with you).

When the timer goes off you both jump up comically but hesitate near the dresser. Billy ends up being the one brave enough to look. You watch his reaction for a moment and you're startled when his eyes water, the way he looks at you with a beaming smile as the tears fall without him even noticing.

"We're havin' a baby!" He grins like a mad man, picking you up and twirling you around.

He's so excited that the second your feet hit the ground, he's on the phone to Frank telling him the news. Still crying, mind you.

Once he's made his phone calls, he tells you the penthouse is being left behind. He's buying a house near the Castle's for your new little family.

Both he and Frank fix it up and decorate it.

No matter which scenario it happens:

Billy goes to every appointment with you, every ultrasound. The first time he sees his baby, he cries. When he finds out if its a boy or girl, he cries. When he first feels the baby kick, he cries. When the baby's born, he's a mess. He attends every class with you and reads all the books he can get his hands on. And of course he asks Frank for advice about anything and everything.

He frequently talks to your bump, regalling the baby with tales of his life or reading from a book. He takes good care of you, anything you need, he gets you. You want pickles and a donut at 4am? Don't worry, Billy's got you. You need crazy good sex because the hormones are driving you up the wall? Billy's got you. You're sobbing because you feel like a beached whale and none of your clothes, even the pregnancy ones fit you? Billy's there. Telling you that you're absolutely beautiful. Radiant even. He gets one of his guys to buy you a bunch of clothes that fit and he cuddles you until you feel better. He dotes on you constantly, always calls and texts if he's not with you to make sure you're okay.

When you go into labour, he's there holding your hand and cheering you on the whole time. And the second the babys there, he's sobbing and smiling like an idiot. When he first holds his baby, it's a feeling he's never felt before. He feels complete in every way. So full of love he just might burst from it. And while a tiny part of him grieves for the baby version of himself that didn't seem to ever have that, he's overwhelmed by the pure happiness and love as he gazes down at his little ones face.

"Shit... you're so perfect."

He vows to be the best damn father he can be and the baby will never feel unloved for even a second.

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #the punisher #billy russo imagine #billy russo headcanons