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ot7heaven · 2 years

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NEVER LET YOU GO

Pairing: idol!hobi x manager!reader

Genre: fluff, angst

Words: 4275

Warnings: none

Chapter 1: Hot Chocolate

Next Chapter: San Man

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Baek Hana is the type of person you’d want if you were in any kind of trouble. Quick witted and intuitive, she has the impressive skill of being able to read people like a book. However, you mustn’t let her quiet, calm exterior fool you. There’s a storm raging inside of her. She lives for weekends in karaoke booths. Weekends away on the coast. Loud concerts and hectic festivals. Letting her hair down is a necessity for her. Though she’s kind, polite and well spoken, Hana loves to let loose when she’s off the clock. She’s the life of her friends’ parties. The firework in all of their lives. It’s not often that you meet someone as calm as a puddle and as vibrant as the Northern Lights. She’s special. Special in ways that she’s too modest to understand. That’s the thing about people who are late bloomers, her personality is just as gorgeous as her face. Her friends never have to cry alone, dance alone, or get into mischief alone. She’s the type of friend we all want, whether or not we deserve her. She’s the type of girl mom’s would love their son’s to bring home. Those lucky enough to call themselves her closest friends fondly call her by her childhood nickname of Hunny. She’s… a force of nature in an understated way. That’s Hana - a woman who lives her life full of love, in all of its forms. If you’re lucky enough to see that side of Hana, you’re part of her inner circle. Despite all of the pain and misery that life brings as you grow up, Hunny’s the type of person who’s never seen without a smile.

Or rather, that was the old Hunny. Since her boyfriend left her she’s not been herself. She’s lost and lonely. She‘s 27 - this should be when she’s happy and carefree. He was perfect. She had to constantly remind herself that Gong Yoo hadn’t jumped out of the screen to sweep her off her feet. Tall, charming and smart. Kind, funny and adventurous. For almost 4 years they were an unbreakable team. The golden couple. He encouraged her to bring out the silly side she had to hide as she grew up. She found herself getting lost in new hobbies and interests that were only brought into her life because she met him. The Yin to her Yang. The stars to her moon. The kimchi to her fried rice. He fiercely embraced her flaws with such enthusiasm that she felt invincible. With every progression in his career as a gallery curator, her pride grew and grew. She was immensely proud to stand by his side as his partner. He felt like the one. He wasn’t perfect in many senses of the word but he was Hunny’s brand of perfect.

They still had their own independent lives, preferring to live alone. But, nevertheless, she thought he might pop the big question soon. She could feel it. That’s what made the break up so shocking and hard to digest. They were going to spend Christmas together and celebrate with all of their friends. The whole month of December felt special and extra festive. There was magic in the atmosphere that gave Hunny an abundance of optimism. Then, just a few days before Christmas her partner in crime decided that he didn’t love her anymore. He said it was over between them and nothing could make him stay. She tried to talk things through but his mind was made up. He just saw her as a friend and was too stubborn to fight for the passionate love they used to share. People change as they grow but they should have grown together. Mundane is safe, and sometimes that’s perfect. She thought they were comfortable and deep in love, not boring and stale. Their mutual friends refuse to take sides but she knows that she’s the one they should be supporting. She feels wronged and betrayed by his lack of respect and understanding. He can’t bring himself to answer her calls. Maybe he feels consumed by guilt and doesn’t want to add to her pain. But he’s the one who caused her pain. Breakups are never meant to be easy but she felt like the shell of who she once was. It was only her second big breakup and it made her question if love was unnecessarily cruel for the sake of being cruel.

At least her career was going well. She was the assistant manager of an upmarket spa in her hometown. She was well on her way to becoming the general manager of the spa when she got the opportunity of a lifetime. She was invited to interview for a position at a fancy hotel, under the same company as the spa she was working at. This new spa was set in a very fancy hotel in Seoul. The bright lights of Gangnam could be the escape she needed. Her hometown just reminded her of her ex who was avoiding her. The comforting streets where she grew up only seemed to act as purgatory for the happy memories of a relationship that she’d lost forever. The memories would never leave, even though they were painstakingly reminding her of loss. When she was offered the promotion, Hunny felt a suffocating weight lift off her shoulders. Perhaps all of the pain could be left behind, along with everybody who needed to be left in the past.

Hunny was tired. She was more than just tired. She was physically and mentally exhausted. She knew that the promotion at work would come with more responsibility, but she was ready for that. Her body just needed to get used to the new life she found herself living. As the nation’s capital city, Seoul was bound to be full on. It was bound to be loud. It was bound to be full of bright lights. This was something that she knew. It was still overwhelming for her. All she wanted to do was spend her Saturday in bed catching up on Business Proposal. But she suddenly got a craving for hot chocolate, the kind with too many marshmallows thrown in for good measure. And when that tempestuous craving hits, there’s simply no ignoring it. So she dragged herself out of her warm bed and stumbled over to her closet.

She knew better than to decide against a hoodie considering it was still the middle of March. The sun may have chased away the rain but the wind continues to howl outside her window. The kind of howl that is making her wish she had the ingredients to make herself a hot chocolate at home. Unfortunately she can never remember to buy milk. Something so simple, and yet, it often seems to slip her mind. She still wanted to look good because she could see someone she knows. Though the chances of that happening are low, she still feels the need to make some kind of effort. Trust today to be the day when everyone she knows in this city decides to go to the same cafe.

She drew two symmetrical flicks on her eyelids. If there’s one thing Hunny can do, it’s draw her eyeliner perfectly on the first try. She’d call that useless skill a party trick if it were interesting enough. She threw her hair in a calculated messy bun and looked around her room for her pink lip gloss. It was on her desk as she used it yesterday. It’s always on her desk because she uses it daily and needs to locate it quickly. So, where is it now? After searching hastily all over her room, she finds it on the rug under her head to toe mirror. She picks up her lip gloss and applies it. She lets out a yawn as she places the lip gloss back on the desk. She inspects her outfit in the full length mirror. Black skinny jeans and a black hoodie with a Bart Simpson design across it. She laughs at the funny cartoon on her chest. Bart is leaning against his skateboard, wearing sunglasses, as a speech bubble above him reads “eat my shorts”. Equally comfy and cute, her outfit is almost complete.

With a quick nod, she walks out into the corridor, grabbing a small leather bag and a black and white tartan scarf. She slightly parts her bangs in the mirror near the door to her apartment, making a mental note to book a hair appointment sometime next week. Another thing that she’s not been on top of lately. The weather outside is still on her mind, praying for a short and dry spring season. Hunny really hates being cold. She’s so sensitive to the cold that it can get painful for her. Hoping that the weather is kind to her, she makes sure she has everything she needs. Purse? Yes. Keys? Yes. Shoes? Yes? Scarf? Yes. Sliding her phone into her jeans pocket, Hunny psychs herself up to brave the cold. She takes a short moment to enjoy standing in her warm apartment. And then just as swiftly as she hopes to return home, she opens the door to her apartment and speed walks out of the building.

Finally feeling the comforting warmth of the hot drink in her hand, Hunny makes her way to the exit. The weather wasn't as horrendous as the wind made her believe it to be. She decided to have a slow stroll home, clutching the warm beverage close to her chest. Nearing the exit, she heard her name. But that can’t be right. They called out her nickname. Everyone she knows in this city knows her by her legal name. They're all colleagues. She hasn’t gotten close enough to anyone to allow them to use her childhood nickname. She’s been Hunny for so long that when someone calls her Hana, she knows there’s some distance between the two of them. But the voice calls out “Hunny” again. Taken back a little, she looks around until a pair of piercing eyes meet hers. Overcome with joy and shock, the smile on her face is unmissable. Walking as fast as she can with a hot drink in her hand, she walks over to the table in the darkly lit corner of the cafe.

“Hobi oppa? Is it really you?” Hunny says with a laugh in disbelief. Of course it’s him. She’ll always be able to pick him out of a sea of people. He’s forever been the person who stands out in a crowd. His bright inquisitive eyes have always lit up like festival lanterns.

The tall man grins from ear to ear and confirms. “It’s really me”. He giggles and rises from his chair to engulf Hunny in a hug that feels like home. He no longer smells like cheap hairspray and hair gel. There’s an air of sophistication about him. She’s never smelt this cologne before but she already knows it’s a new favourite of hers. “Have I really changed so much that you don’t recognize me?”

“No, you’re still as handsome as the day you left,” she remarks as she looks up to inspect his face. His smile still reaching his eyes. Joy written all over his face. She doesn’t know if Hobi will ever lose his childlike wonder. It’s woven into his DNA, surely. It’s been so long since she felt his warm embrace. She didn’t realise how much she missed being squashed by his arms. “It’s just a shock to see you considering you’re probably very busy with work.”

“Yeah, I have been busy lately. I’m actually just taking a break from dance practice.” Hobi says, as he takes in his childhood friend. There’s something different about her. He probably wouldn't have recognised her if they hadn’t have spent their teenage years glued to each other’s side. “So, how have you been lately? Take a seat,” he smiles, gesturing to the seat next to him.

“I don’t even know where to begin! So much has happened since we last spoke.” She says with a slight sigh.

“I’m so sorry I haven’t been able to keep in touch. We said we were going to be best friends for life when I left to become a trainee. And I’ve seen you just once since I left.”

“Actually, you’ve seen me twice,” she teases with a smirk. “You came home for New Year and your birthday. And then you were so busy being a trainee, working hard to make your dreams come true. It’s really not your fault that we lost touch, Hobi. It’s just one of those things.” She places her scarf on the back of her chair.

“I guess you’re right. But I should have tried to find your number each time I had to get a new phone.”

“Yes, Hobi. You’re the worst friend in the world. You win that award”, she jokes.

Laughing, he takes a sip of his ice americano. “What are you doing in Seoul?”

“I actually moved here last month. Still trying to get used to the city, if I can.”

“It does take a bit of getting used to, that’s for sure. Do you work in the city?” he asks, leaning in.

“I just got promoted so I’m now a spa manager in a hotel in Gangnam. At first I wasn’t sure if I should take the job, but now? I just wish I was promoted sooner! The hotel is so fancy and the job comes with lots of nice perks.” She beams.

Hobi’s face lights up with a genuine smile, ”I’m so happy for you, Hunny.”

“Thank you,” she says, sipping her hot chocolate. Her eyelashes dance on her rosy cheeks as she savours the blend of subtle spices of the drink. There is no way that she could have made a drink this indulgently tasty at home, even with all of the right ingredients.

Hobi hums as he takes in Hunny’s face. “You look so grown up. It suits you. You’re a woman! My little Hunny is now a woman, then? Huh?” His eyebrows raise with mischief.

She laughs shyly, “I’ve had a big old glow up. We all know I needed one.”

Before Hobi can interject, someone is standing behind Hunny with a confused look on his face. Hobi looks up, which prompts Hunny to look up. She sees a pair of beautiful catlike eyes staring down at her. His skin is so pale and poreless, she’s sure he was carved out of marble. It would have to be the finest marble shipped from Italy. Carefully crafted with precision to achieve heaven in human form. Her mouth goes dry as reality hits her. She knows exactly who she’s staring up at. She can’t lie to herself and say she hasn’t dreamt of meeting him. And now that he’s close enough to smell, she thinks she has died and gone as close to heaven as she’s ever been. In all of her years of being an army and watching Bangtan from afar, she could have never guessed that he would smell like vanilla, and what’s that? Amber? Firewood? All she knows is that it smells manly. And it suits him.

“Ah, Yoongi hyung. This is my childhood best friend, Hunny. I mean Hana,” Hobi says with a shy smile.

As he sits down next to her, Hunny swears he can hear her heartbeat. “Nice to meet you, Hana. I’m Yoongi.” Yoongi offers a genuine smile, albeit a brief one.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Yoongi,” focusing her attention on Hobi, she reluctantly says what she wishes she didn’t have to. “I think I should get going now. I’ve already taken up too much of your time. You’re supposed to be enjoying your break.”

“We’ll have none of that talk! You could never take up too much of my time. What kind of catch up would this be if it was over already?” Hobi rubs Hunny’s arm, reassuring her that he also doesn’t want to say goodbye so soon.

Looking at Yoongi, she smiles weakly. “I don’t want to intrude. You’re here to have a coffee with Yoongi, not me.”

“You can stay. I don’t mind. I’m just happy to be here drinking coffee,” Yoongi laughs.

Feeling more relaxed, Hunny takes a sip of her hot chocolate. Noticing it starting to get cold, she decides to stop drinking. She’ll order a fresh one if she stays here long enough.

Hobi perks up, “We should exchange numbers! I promise not to lose it this time.” He hands Hunny his phone and she passes hers over to him.

Yoongi looks over at Hunny from the corner of his eye. Something catches his attention which he cannot ignore. “Eat my shorts?” he laughs.

Hobi looks down at her hoodie, “Oh, is that Bart Simpson?”

“Of course! He’s a legend, how could you not recognise him?” Yoongi asks in disbelief.

“Hobi, I expected better from you than to completely disregard the leader of a generation.” Hunny shakes her head.

The three of them let out hearty laughs as a few people on nearby tables glance over at them. It feels as though no time or distance has separated Hunny and Hobi. It’s just like how she had hoped it would feel once they reunited. She always knew they would reunite somehow.

“Did you hear about Taemin’s wedding?” Hunny asks Hobi, as the thought suddenly pops into her head. She grabs a hold of his hand with urgency to tell him the juicy gossip.

“No… What happened?” he asks inquisitively, raising his eyebrows.

“Ok so promise not to laugh too loud.” Hunny instructs.

“Now I’m intrigued about Taemin.” Yoongi jokes.

“I promise.” Hobi says, looking at Hunny intently.

“So he married Hari, which I think we all saw coming since we were 15.”

Hobi hums and nods along, fondly remembering his childhood living on the same street as Hunny and Taemin. He sometimes wishes life could be that simple again.

“The last salon that I worked in was next to the photography studio, so I picked up their wedding photos for them on my break one day. So when I get to their house they let me be the first person to see their wedding photos. Bearing in mind we’re all seeing them for the first time together. It was a magical day full of love and happiness. Most of the photos caught that wonderfully. Everyone looked photogenic. The photographer was amazing. So I don’t know how he missed something this big. But he somehow did. Hari’s brother pulled down his pants and his butt was barely an inch away from Taemin’s back. Like, Hayoung’s bare flesh was so close to touching his bespoke tailored suit.”

Hobi bursts out laughing “And he didn’t know?” He wipes a single tear from his cheek.

“No. If he knew, he wouldn’t have reacted the way he did. He cried, which isn’t something to laugh about but what happened next is next level.”

“I’m guessing Taemin doesn’t have much luck?” Yoongi asks.

“That would be an understatement, “ she laughs. “He phoned Hari’s brother right away. So before Hayoung can even say hello, Taemin shouts ‘Why did you put your butt on my back? It was my wedding day. Your noona is on the brink of tears.’ Like, he was so angry. His voice even broke at the end of the sentence.” She looks over to Hobi, “Taemin isn’t the same Taemin that you used to know. Now he’s mature and serious so this was a side of him that I thought was buried so far deep within him.”

“I can’t even imagine him being mature.”

“It was a gradual process.” She counters. “But there’s more to this story.”

“I’ve always wondered where Hobi got his wild side from. It’s your hometown!” Yoongi laughs.

“As much as I love my hometown, no one normal that I know is from Gwangju.” Hunny laughs. “Anyway, Taemin must have dialled the wrong number in a rush and the person who responded wasn’t Hayoung.”

Hobi’s eyes widened again, which must have been the 50th time that happened this afternoon. He and Yoongi were both on the edge of their seats. Yoongi was quickly learning that Hunny was the storyteller amongst Hobi’s friends. She always knew what details to extract to emphasise an emotion or feeling. Whilst Hobi rushed to the punchline, she liked to build a picture and let the punchline sit there for a while.

“He actually phoned one of his employees. Which is even more embarrassing considering he owns an insurance company. He’s the king of being professional and serious at work. He ended the call so quickly. I wonder if that employee was brave enough to mention it at work.” All three of them now have tears in their eyes. This impromptu catch up has turned out to be the vitamin their tiring days needed.

After a few more funny stories and sharing details about their new grown up lives, the childhood best friends had to part ways.

“It has been so good catching up with you, Hunny. We’re not going to leave it so long next time, okay?” Hobi says, pulling her into a long hug.

“Okay. I promise.” Hunny says, speaking into her Hobi’s warm chest. As she wraps her arms around his slim torso, she makes a promise of her own: to never let life get in the way of friendship again. Hobi had promised to be her best friend for the rest of his life but she had also promised him the same thing. She had been acting like a stranger, barely an acquaintance of his. Could she really blame his career for being too big to allow her to still be a part of his life? Even as children, she was in awe of how effortlessly cool Hobi was. Of course he was now living a super cool life, in a world where Hunny didn’t belong. She hopes that now they both live in the same city they have a chance to reconnect.

“I’ll miss you Mister Hoseok.” Hunny pouts.

“I’ll miss you too, Miss Hana” Hobi’s pout is almost identical.

“It was really lovely meeting you, Yoongi.” Hunny says with a smile in his direction.

“It was lovely meeting you too. I don’t know if I should call you Hana or Hunny.” Yoongi laughs awkwardly as he scratches his neck.

“You can call me Hana now, and then if we meet again you can call me Hunny.”

“Ok.” Yoongi nods. His eyes turn into mini crescent moons as he smiles. Hunny can’t help but be drawn to his cute mannerisms. The way that he is just as inviting as Hobi. The way that he welcomed her to gatecrash his break. She can read people on first meeting and she’s glad that Hobi has someone like Yoongi in his life.

As Hunny walks back to her apartment, wind in her face, she cannot stop smiling. It almost feels as though she has made a new friend today. Hobi isn’t the same 17 year old that left their hometown. He’s a man now. He has a new circle of friends in a new city and a fulfilling career. She’s been rooting for him from a distance as an army. But knowing that he really is as happy as she’d hoped? That’s the best news she's heard in a while. She has a good feeling about the week ahead. Even stress at work cannot ruin her mood this week.

Hunny is laying on her bed listening to her chillout playlist. She’s not tired enough to nap but there’s something calming about laying in a darkly lit room, lounging about in cosy pyjamas. Her phone buzzes beside her. Recognising it as her text message tone, she decides not to move until the end of the song. She finds herself singing along to LeeHi’s H.S.K.T. As the song moves through the outro, she rolls over and takes a look at her phone. Her eyes light up when she opens the message.

Hobi Oppa: Hey Hunny. I really enjoyed catching up with you earlier. I miss you already. Would you be able to meet up again soon? Friday maybe?

Her fingers work as fast as they can trying to keep up with the thoughts in her head.

Hunny: Hobi oppa! I miss you so much! I didn’t realise how much until I saw you. I finish work at 6 on Friday.

Hobi’s reply is instant.

Hobi Oppa: I can pick you up from work. We can have beer and fried chicken whilst ignoring what’s on the television, if you like?

Hunny: Sounds like a plan. I work at Byeol Nagwon Salon. It’s inside Hotel Nagwon, along the river. My shift ends at 6 but I probably won’t be outside until 10 minutes later, it takes a while to sign out.

Hobi Oppa: I should be able to find that easily. And don’t worry. If I have to wait for you, I can just use that as a way of blackmailing you in the future. I’ll see you on Friday.

Hunny: And suddenly I’m scared of even being just one minute late… I can’t wait until Friday. See you then!

Just another week of work. Just another week of being on her feet for many hours. Just another week of making small talk with coworkers she doesn’t know all that well. Once again, Hunny falls into a deep sleep before she can finish the episode that’s playing on her laptop.

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fluffypotatey · 1 year

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hi, i'm late for the wip thing (grr busy, unfortunately) but can u tell about the 11 to 20, please? 🥹

hooooo boy you sure you wanna open that can of worms, deary 👀

i mean, I’m totally sharing just…it’s gonna take some time 😅

*coughs* sO

11. Yassifying Chick Flicks: Neither the First Nor the Last

happy pride 💅

As the title says, nothing about this story is hetero it is all homo. it’s a trope subversion on le old teen high school Chick Flicks. literally, the character’s initials tells you what their roles are (MC = main character, LI =love interest, RH = red herring, TBF = toxic best friend)

Can be interpreted as a character study on teen girls and internalized misogyny tho and i fully intend to expand on it.

12. Sunglasses Quiz

ok so this is just a cute little story of these two girlfriends who are trying to buy sunglasses, and you know how some have it where you take a quiz?

yeah, so these girlies are trying to take the quiz and end up getting……ahem, distracted 👀

anyway, the little description i write for this was “i was feeling sappy so i wrote some sappy queer love” so 🏳️‍🌈 happy pride🏳️‍🌈

“As a renowned researcher yourself,” Laura exclaimed, ignoring Pen’s comment, “it is shameful”— Pen rolled her eyes— “you, who have published many scholarly works into the world, should know better!”

Pen would have definitely shoved her girlfriend. She definitely would have if it were not for that sweet, “innocent” smile on Laura’s face. That’s what she tells herself anyway.

13. Witch boy

Repeating myself -> “LISTEN: i know this one also complete when you go to Ao3, but that's just because the 3rd part is being fucking slOW, so i said "fuck it ends nice at ch2 anyway," but i do want to add more. but yeah, to summarize: fic was inspired by a Halloween fanart i saw and i just ran with it.”

basically, it’s a modern au of bbc’s merlin but there seems to be magic leaking into “our” world every Halloween. and our lovely band of misfits (Merlin, Arthur, Gwen, Morgana, Lancelot, Gwaine, Elyan, Percival, and Leon) have taken it upon themselves to put a stop to it every Halloween. Also, slow burn romance between Merlin and Arthur bc i can never help myself. the 3rd installment is still in the works T^T but I do want to complete this one day. but yeah, here’s a snippet:

14:27 HighPriestessofthemStilletos: ARTHUR ANSWER YOUR FUCKING PHONE L'Oréal Hair: oop arthur’s in trouble!!!HoodieReigns: oh good so he’s not just doing this to me AngelQueen: He didn't even pick-up when you called? HighPriestessofthemStilletos: @HighKing_Wart I WILL BLOW UP YOUR PHONE HighPriestessofthemStilletos: DON’T TEST ME HoodieReigns: it seems he did not, in fact, pick-up when she called gwen

14. Emrys Shrine

this one is essentially a continuation of the Shrine of Emrys fic I wrote months ago but it is still in the works. Here we have Percival’s pov of the aftermath of the fic

Percival often wondered if Merlin was like him. Someone who had lived in the Druid camps as a child, but then he heard Arthur tell the tale of Merlin’s home Ealdor and his kind-hearted mother. He even met her sometime after Arthur had secured his throne from Morgana once again, and she had explained how the village has been her home since birth, how she spent her days living in it, how she had raised her darling boy in this place before he left for Camelot.

15. Lucky’s Timeline @ Beacon Hills

SUPER, SUper self indulgent fic where i insert my OCs, Lucy and Nick, into the teen wolf universe and how they interact with it. for example:

“But this is Coach’s car,” McCall said with a frown. “Is it?” Nick replied nonchalantly as he twirled the keys in his free hand, unlocking the car doors.

16. THE everchanging STORYLINE

ahaha…. so i named it that bc i’ve been writing this one for 2 years and almost every month i would change the plot. which meant i needed to reorganize the chapter list and where which scene went 🙄 (i am my own bane) this still happens and it’s been 3 years now T^T

anyway, this wip is my dc/batfam wip, aka the origins of Lucy and Nick lol. plot’s a nonchronological mystery with switching pics to outsider, minor characters, and Nick

17. Lucy Elliot: She Be Descending

literally just the previous but if Lucy was adopted by an abusive douchebag (douchebag being Thomas Elliot) and if she had a corruption arc (ngl i like corruption arc Lucy more she’s unhinged). assassin instead of vigilante and self-made leader of underground elites who “run” Gotham (killed the previous one and he was so impressed by her underhanded moves he placed her in his will instead of his son lmao)

anyway, snippet of Lucy and her (future ex) husband:

“Why darling”— she let out a scandalized gasp— “do you really think I would stray from you?” He merely gazed at her, eyes blank and cold. Lucy stared back, not one to be challenged. She knew he was just riling her up. Not that she was surprised in the slightest of his behavior. Lucy knew this was because of his alleged rivalry with a dear friend of hers. A dear friend whose father was the host of this gala. The gala said dear friend was said to be attending. “I would never doubt a woman who gave me a solemn vow.”

18. Mob Boss Lucy, Basically

remember what i wrote for 17? now let’s shift it to the right again! it’s me taking plot from 16 & 17 and trying to give Nick and Lucy an original story. Lucy still becomes a self-made mob boss but there’s no Gotham, no vigilantes.

the story here is that Lucy and Nick are building their power whilst evading the law and destroying any evidence that would lead to them bc their being hunted by a detective (who’s also Lucy’s childhood friend) and a private investigator

19. Dandelions

explained here

20. not really a sequel but it happens after

so this one is a continuation/sequel to 16. Lucy and Nick are happily married and adopted a really sweet kid (Caleb) but— oh no! horrible mercenaries attack Lucy and Caleb on their walk to the park! It leaves Lucy in critical condition and caused a magical outburst from Caleb and— whoops, there’s now a rift in time and space 🤷🏻‍♀️

i don’t really have much written and it’s self indulgent anyway so yeah

AND THERE YOU GO 🎉 phew that took me a bit but it was fun talking about them so thanks for the ask @thiamsxbitch 💕💕💕💕💕

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mountphoenixrp · 2 years

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We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

Eden Dahl, a 27 year old daughter of Skadi. She is a manager and bartender at Dr. Feelgood’s.

FC NAME/GROUP: Kim Chungha CHARACTER NAME: Eden Dahl AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 09 February 1996 PLACE OF BIRTH: Egilsstaðir, Iceland OCCUPATION: Manager & Bartender at Dr. Feelgood’s, Rock 'n' Roll Bar HEIGHT: 5’2 (161 cm) DEFINING FEATURES: piercing hole in her lower lip, a small crown tattoo on the nape of her neck

PERSONALITY: Despite her rather unfortunate past, Eden would probably be considered an outgoing and friendly person. She is honest, but not necessarily brutal with that truth. Timing and conditions were factors that were just as important to consider in any given situation.

A huntress by heart, Eden tends to observe and judge people from a distance, lest she would start to trust anybody who could break her heart again.

HISTORY: Pride in her craft was all she had left, now that she was here.

What else was there when all that was dear to her has been left behind? A part of her heart that she has ripped out and placed on her childhood bed as a goodbye present to her loved ones?

It was the least she could do when they weren’t even given the opportunity to argue.

She knew it was an argument bound to end in tears and maybe an even worse outcome than her quiet escape.

How does one explain that they don’t feel anything for the people they once called family?

That the only memorabilia they have left of this whole spectacle were wounds that they kept on opening, lest they would heal?

Would the reminder still be prevalent when there’s nothing to prove that it happened?

She swore to herself that there was nothing else she would keep from her past with her family, except for the name she was born with and the memories she held.

Eden didn’t particularly hate her life as it was—at least not all of it. There were days that were nice, blissful even. Rare as they come but they were still a memory she cherished. It has always been a rollercoaster.

Good days didn’t last long, though. Not when her father’s own bliss could be artificially improved by means of drugs. To his credit, he tried to quit oh so many times. He first tried it when she was seven, it barely lasted longer than a month. The second time was when she was nine, and those were the best four years she had with him until her uncle brought home something she hoped she would never see again.

Her teenage years were plagued with genuine joy at his partly successful attempts to get clean, and the shattered pieces of her hopes when he started using again. Over the years, the time of him being clean and sober dwindled and with his last attempt only lasting two weeks, she couldn’t be bothered to get her hopes up anymore.

To say that her life was not as usual and mundane as she hoped it would be, would be an understatement. With their little cabin on the outskirts of their small village, not too far from the forest, she could at least always ensure she would have enough food to last her for the less joyful months of her life.

What started out as collecting berries and mushrooms, quickly turned into catching small animals that she could trade for some pocket change.

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That was, until she turned nineteen. That was, until she met her.

Eden only knew her as Nora but she wasn’t too naive to believe that her name was real when nothing else seemed to be.

Nora was four years older than her and a skilled huntress. Only she didn’t hunt animals—she was set out to hunt people. By any means necessary.

Was it technically illegal? Yes.

Were those people the scum of the earth and deserved far more torture than they were given? Yes.

Did the police sometimes let it slide in exchange for the glory? That is classified information.

Who that woman was or how she heard of Eden’s skills were questions that have long been forgotten when Nora used that sweet tongue of hers to convince the demigoddess to join her team. It felt good to be wanted, it felt better to feel desired.

Eden was the seventh addition to the assassin’s team but she knew she was going to become a favorite quick. She was good at what she did, she was proud of herself, and so was Nora. A pride worth working hard for. A pride that led her to freedom from the little cabin she was set on never stepping back into.

Swift reflexes, nimble feet and a mastermind’s sense for plans had gotten her a higher position and soon she was scouting for new talent to instruct.

It took less than a year for her to become Nora’s second in command and less than a split second for her heart to shatter when she saw the one she loved, replace her with a new and exciting recruit. There was no acknowledgment of their break-up on either side. It was as if the previous year wasn’t filled with the love and lust and memories they shared.

A thousand needles stabbed her heart every time she had to stand next to her ex-lover at meetings to discuss further plans.

Eden endured it for almost a year until she was the focus of Nora’s love again. Desire to be loved and cared for led her back into her lover’s arms. And then it happened again. That pattern. A rollercoaster of emotions, break-ups, love and broken promises. By the time Eden turned twenty-five, she lost count of all the pieces her heart lost.

It is hard to decline your boss—it is lunatic to decline the deadliest person you know. Being shunned was a privilege reserved for new recruits, innocent kids who were selected based on their talents and have yet to spill any blood. Eden, with six years of experience and enough blood on her hands to fill a tub, would not be granted that grace.

She knew too much, seen too much, was too high of a rank to be able to just walk out of the door and pretend this was all just a bad fever dream.

She knew she had to get out. Fast.

So that’s what she did.

Without any notice or anything other than the clothes on her frame and the weapons in her bag.

Many hideouts, close calls and multiple cities later, she has finally arrived at the island her father told her about, knowing it to be a safe haven for people like her and unknown to Nora’s Team.

A place she could feel safe in and maybe—one day—call home.

PANTHEON: Norse CHILD OF: Skadi POWERS:

Heightened hunting ability—specifically with knives and traps

Enhanced cold resistance; Eden doesn’t feel the cold as much/much later than others

Stability on top of snow; she has no trouble walking or even running on top of snow.

STRENGTHS:

Outgoing

Honest

Hard-worker

WEAKNESSES:

Stubborn

Petty

Doesn’t trust easily

#kpop rp #krp #kim chungha #chungha #ksoloist #mp; welcome

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tuesday 27 august 2024 // 2pm

just went to manchester pride! got soo drunk pretty much 4 days in a row and did a significant amount of drugs lol. it was so fun though. went with james and tom and others tagged along. saw soo many people there and met such lovely new people too. met some cutie queer south asians which was amazing, i didnt know that manchester has such a big queer south asian scene but they were talking about how they have regular get togethers etc, it was so lovely to hear

im feeling a bit of anxiety heading back to brum now but i need to be kinder to myself - it is still ok to rest! its only been about two weeks (if that!) of being unemployed and moving home, i want at least two months before i have to do anything else :D i really need to let my mind and body rest now for a while

i said that manchester pride will be my last big blowout for a while now. i just want to look after my health for a bit and start getting fit again and prioritize my sleep. i ordered huel again so maybe this will help me slim down a bit and i can start running again etc etc. kish also left weights in the room at bibis house so maybe i can even start getting hench :p

FUNNILY enough i happened to bump into benjamin on the sunday of pride and it was heavyyyy. he was absolutely not happy to see me at first lol and he was very hostile in our first encounter and he ended it with saying something like ‘i think its best we dont really talk again’ it was weird and awkward and painful lmaooo so i wished him a happy pride and left

however he then ended up bumping in to me again at churchill later and apologised as he acknowledged he wasnt being very nice. i asked him if we could go outside and have a conversation so we chatted for a bit about us and albeit him being drunk he basically said he fell in love with me when we were dating.. if that really was the case then i can see why he was very very hurt by what had happened with us..

he didnt seem to think i was all that bothered about us ‘breaking up’ for lack of a better term but obviously i was! ive been thinking about him every day even still 🤣 and god i missed his smell.. the convo had to end after about 10 mins cus his friends were going to other clubs but we hugged goodbye and it was an ok ish conversation..

he messaged me the next day with a short stream of consciousness nnd said it was nice to see me and ive basically texted him again just to say sorry for everything etc … i am glad i got to see him again and hope we can find some closure from it

i think i regret us not continuing to speak and not trying to make it work but here we are - ive wrote before that i’ve met people before like lewie alex etc and i met him and i will meet other people! if life reconnects us then it does .. if it doesnt then it is what it is. a cliche but maybe he is the one that got away

im obvs feeling a bit weird anyway probably a slight comedown lol, but this next season and period for me is to just be kind to myself and to reconnect with friends and family here in birmingham. i am loved here

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I really loved ur short story ‘Bakugou’s game’ I would love to see a part 2 of it. Maybe a few months later or something reader is trying to get over bakugou and is really cold to him when he tries to fix their relationship and he sees her at a party with a date and he gets super jealous and possessive after seeing them together. Which leads to make up sex and hopefully reader giving bakugou a chance to make it up to her. Or be totally angsty and make reader pull a uno reverse of him.

Bakugou’s Game: Part 2.

Requested by: @jasmixs @ooftrain-12 @tsukikoxo @coffeeginie

Part one: https://antiwhores.tumblr.com/post/693877274172440576/bakugous-game

Sorry this shit took so long frfr. Ive been SO busy lately to the point its actually insane. Havent had time to even write a sliver of this. Yall probably lost interest but ill post it anyone out of respect for the og request

Warnings: Jealousy, minor violence (reader slaps bakugou again LOL L bozo), rough sex, creampie, happy ending and shit, make up sex, NOT EDITED - BARE WITH ME HERE.

Bakugou was misreable without you, the break up eats him away until he forced himself to go out to speak to you.

Bakugou never understood the idea of someone being so sorrowful about a break up that they forget their pride and beg for the person back. That is, until now. He’s starting to understand why people take break ups so badly. Cause he’s taking it badly.

Everyday is a new thing to notice. Everyday is a new thing he didn’t even know he was used to after dating you so long gone.

When he came home to his apartment you weren’t there to welcome him. When he walked past the bathroom you wernt there to sing horrible on purpose in the shower to annoy him. When he ate at the table you wernt there to tell him about your day in an exaggerated tone. When he sat down on the bed without changing you wernt there to yell at him for his outside clothes touching the clean mattress. When he spiced his food to hot you wernt there to dramatically cough and pretend to fall over. When he woke up in the middle of the night you weren’t there to tell him to “close them damn eyes again”.

Everything was different. He hasn’t moved a single bit of his furniture yet the house changed drastically.

He started to lack on his chores, throwing himself into his hero work. He exhausted his body to the point of throwing up. That and the combination of the lack of sleep and the lack of rest.

He had nightmares of how he acted. It would usually play out with you doing what he did to you. It was insufferable. Every single thing in his dream was something that he’s done before.

He looked down at his phone with his newly founder insomniac eyes.

Doll, Im so sorry. It will NEVER happen again. Im a fucking idiot and I’d do anything to make it up to you. Please just respond back.

Read 34 days ago

Y/n, I see you reading my texts. Just please let me apologize.

Read 33 days ago

Do you still want that car? I know you told me to not buy it but I’ll order it without a second thought if you talk to me. Please.

Read 32 days ago

Okay, Im sorry about the car thing. That was weird. I don’t think you’re a prize to be won with money. I just want you back.

Seen 31 days ago

Stopping by your house today, I need to see you.

Seen 29 days ago

Im sorry. I can’t loose you y/n. I cant.

Seen 27 days ago

My mom is so mad at me. I dont blame her, loosing you is like loosing half of my heart.

Seen 25 days ago

Its been so long since I’ve lived without you I dont know how to do its

Seen 23 days ago

Please love me again.

Seen 22 days ago

I know you see these. Do you enjoy seeing me like this?

Seen 19 days ago

I love you.

Seen 16 days ago

No other person will ever count to me. That stupid bitch at the bar is nothing compared to you. None of them are.

Seen 15 days ago

I left a letter under your mattress. Please read it.

Seen 12 days ago

Coming to your house tomorrow, I really need to see you. I’ll do anything.

Seen 9 days ago

The notes still here, you really break my heart. You know that?

Seen 8 days ago.

I still love you.

Seen 5 days ago

Ill fucking never look at another girl again. Swear.

Seen 4 days ago

I love you even more today

Seen 2 days ago

Whenever you’re ready.

Sent just now.

It was true, you read every single text. You read them almost 10 times over. You weren’t ready to respond.

At first, Bakugou’s texts confused you. This was against his pride. He would never suck up to you like this. So you laid it down to drunk, sad, sleepy, and/or desperate texts. It wasn’t his character so naturally you went looking for answers.

The last month has been terrible for you too. You were staying at your bestfriends house, who was GLAD to have you.

You avoided everything that mentioned him. News, certain social media platforms, public areas, etc. if it wasnt for your friend, you wouldve never gone out.

After that last text he stopped reaching out for the coming months. Things were peaceful, you were okay.

You hadn’t gone back to any club/parties since the incident. But your friend, being a party person, forced you out to a nearby club. They also made you agree to going with this guy, whatever his name was, to have a little blind date. Your friend figured it’d been a couple months and you needed to touch some bitches. You were against it, still getting over Bakugou, but they used the favor you owed them to seal the deal.

So now you found yourself at the club, chatting with a guy at one of the booths. He was actually tolerable, not your type romantically, but someone you’d be friends with. You supposed that the first step to a relationship was being friends so you continued to persue.

He was rather handsome too, not godly handsome like your ex- you needed to stop doing that. Comparing everyone to Bakugou is whats gonna make you single for life. Bakugou was not an easy man to pass.

You laughed at his joke as he continued to tell it. “Yeah man, she was crazy! She ended up calling my mom and telling her that I had set the house on fire! My mom was worried to death! Then she hit me after she found out the house was okay like I told her!”

You shook your head, “Exes man, I swear!” He leaned down towards you, “You got any exes that make you want to start a war?” You immediately nodded, “My last ex was a handful.” “Did he tell your mom you set the house on fire too?” You laughed, “Nahh, thatd be so much easier to manage. My ex, well, he-“

Prying red eyes watched you from the corner of the room. Bakugou didn’t even wanna come to this club tonight. He was, like you, forced to come out of pity of his friends. To think he could’ve missed the chance to see you and this guy flirting and laughing together.

It could be a close friend, maybe a relative, he didnt know. He wasnt close enough to make oht a single word. There was some part of him that aas glad for that nad another part that was incredibly annoyed.

No matter who it was, Bakugou’s hands started to smoke up. His teeth gritted hard against eachother. While he was moaping and suffering you were over here on what looks like a date?

It took everything in him to not just stomp over there and drag you away from the piece of shit. He was glad he hadn’t enough alcohol in him to follow those urges… to a degree.

So he waited. He waited for an opportunity. And he sure as hell got one.

“Oh!” You gasp at the ringing of your phone. You tilt the screen towards you before looking back up at your date with apologetic eyes. “Sorry, I absolutely need to take this!” He laugh, “its okay!” His back cracks when he lifts his arms to stretch. “I needa go to the restroom anyway!”

You smiled that smile that he loved. The smile that should only be directed at him. Not at some random guy you just met.

He stalked carefully behind the guy until he was walking into the back hallway with him. The guy barely had a chance to comprehend a single thought before he was slammed up against the wall with his shirt fisted by the blonde.

The man looked startled and freightened. Who wouldnt be? Bakugou’s stare was one to rival Medusa’s. He felt frozen by the pure hatred glazed over.

“What the hell are you doing with y/n.” The sentence came out between his teeth. The man put his hands up defensively, “Aye man, we’re just on a blind date!”

Bakugou’s palms sparkled threateningly, “Im gonna give yoh one chance,” He leaned down to be exactly in the guys face, “Fuck. Off.”

That was all the guy needed before he was out of the door and on his way home. An immediate wave of relief washed over him at the thought of the date finally ending. The positive emotions quickly disappeared at the sound of a famiiar voice, his favorite voice. “Seriously?”

He snapped his head over to look at you. You were even more heavenly up close, just as he remmebered but better. Your arms were folded and you looked at him with such disapproval that he wanted to immediately crawl to his knees and apologize.

“We’re not even fucking dating anymore. You just chased off my date.” He winced, “Fuck.” You scoffed at his curse to whomever. “I should be saying that not you. Leave me alone, asshat.”

Before he could stop himself he had grabbed your arm and pulled you into the closest vacant guest room. He pinned you against the doorway. You were wide eyed and your mouth slightly open. It had happened in an instant, so fast your brain was still trying to comprehend him grabbing your wrist.

Bakugou bit his lip so hard you thought it would bleed. He didn’t know were to start. This day had been rehearsed in his mind over and over again. Yet the words, the speeches, and the numerous i love you’s were gone.

“Im sorry.” Was all he could get out. Your eyebrows furrowed when he mumbled the words. He snaked his hand around your waist as he whispered in your ear. “Im sorry. Im sorry, swear on it y/n. Talk to me again. I miss you. I’m sorry.”

His head dove into your neck, kissing and sucking on every sensitive spot he gained access too. You didnt even have time to gasp before his thigh pried both your legs open. He grinded the muscle against you.

It took everything in your being to not just give in and let him pleasure you. The resolve in your head, the one that told you that him acting like this is conmmunication is what ended the relationship in the first place, slapped the hell out of you though.

His face broke as you roughly pushed him away. He whimpered while trying to trail his hands on his belt to unbuckle it.

The skin of your palm met his face quickly. He completely stopped this time. The sound of the slap reverbing in his head along with the sting. Not just the sting of the slap, but the sting of knowing he fucked up again.

“Have you learnt anything?!” You yelled, tears brimming in your eyes. “This is the reason we broke up! You can’t resolve everything with sex!” You jammed your finger into his chest, “Start thinking with your head instead of your dick! After all this time, I thought you changed. Im so ignorant.”

You turned to leave out the door. Bakugou saw everything flash before his eyes. He saw the relationship you and him had before. He saw the relationship you could have now. And he saw the relationship that fucked up and now has fucked up his life.

“I dont know HOW!” He didn’t mean to yell, really. But something just snapped in him. You stopped to listen so he continued. “I’ve spent the last several weeks missing you. I never even realized how much I fucking… damn it!”

The knot in his throat was getting tighter. You hadn’t turned around yet. “But I just dont know how…” His voice broke halfway through the sentence. He wrapped his arms around you. You felt no lustful intent, only the desire to hold his #1. “I only know how to show my love through fucking. I can be more open! I just dont know how!”

He started to shake, squeezing you even tighter. After a long while, you finally spoke.

“Then I’ll teach you how.” He looks up in bewilderment, is this you forgiving him? In one swift movement you pushed yourself towards him. You grabbed his worried face, tilting him up to look you in the eyes. He was panicked, a panick you’ve only seen a few times since knowing him. “But for now, tell me how you feel in the ways you understand.”

He seemed confused when your hands encircled around his belt and snagged it off. “What? Wait-“ you cut him off with a hefty palm on his clothed cock. His breath caught into his throat. He barely chocked back the moan that you attempted to tear from him as you dove your hands under his pants. He was puzzled, yet his arousal and the feels of your hands encircle around his throbbing cock hypnotized him.

Instinctively, he reached between your legs to rub you in return. He whined when your hand gently pulled his away. “I’m okay, you just focus.”

Easy for you to say, he thought, or atleast tried to. It wasn’t easy to focus on the situation when you began to pull his cock out and rub it against your entrance. It felt too good. It had been too long. Too long having to rub himself out to a picture of you. The real deal felt euphoric.

His hips bucked into yours, starting at a brutal pace. He picked up your legs to give himself more range. The sounds of skin on skin were loud, not as loud as the combined sound of the moans and groans you both chocked out, but loud.

He tilted his head back, his whole chest was flushed a deep red. He cursed into your neck where he had begun to lick and suck. “Damn it, I-I missed you.” Your whole body tensed when he angled himself to hit that spot deep inside of you. It was your turn to curse.

“I just- these past couple of weeks- nghhh… ive been- I cant live without you alright!” His thrusts picked up, “I regret everything I have ever done to make you upset- hhhnnm…”

Tears well up in your eyes when you start to reach your orgasm. You weren’t gonna last long either. Like him, the sensation was a lot after being away from eachother so long. He had forgotten his strength as he thrusted into you so hard you wouldn’t doubt if angry bruises were already forming.

“Katsuki… I love you,” You whined desperately. He started to unwind, tensing and untenseing, when you came around his cock while moans spilled through your mouth. It almost hurt how stong the orgasm was. Almost.

He bite into his lips so hard it began to draw blood. “Fuck, I love you too y/n! So fucking much!” With that he exploded inside you. His hot seed painted your walls without missing a single spot.

He slowly lifts you down to your feet, only to stabalize you when your knees buckle. He wrapped his arms around you, “I fucking missed you.” You breathed in deeply when he kissed at your temple, “I missed you too Katsuki.”

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Choices Monthly Challenge June 2022 Prompt List

Welcome to the June Monthly Challenge!

Please feel free to use one, two, or three of the daily prompts in your creation. The days are just suggestions, you can send your submission anytime during the month of June.

Enjoy and we can't wait to see what you create!

01: interview | sunset | “Is that a new…”

02: eating | introduction | amusement park

03: practice | finish line | sweater

04: break up | new pet | “I got tickets!”

05: notebook | dying | picnic

06: reunited | new neighbor | ice / ice cream

07: baby | we've moved | “I’ve wanted to do this forever!”

08: closing | vacation | “I’d love to go out with you.”

09: date | rejection | “We won (lost).”

10: old journal | kiss | “Here’s my/Lose my number.”

11: youth | change | protest

12: blank canvass | graduation | fireplace/pit

13: Pride | dancing | “We’re all out of vanilla.”

14: last day of school | contract | beach

15: photographs | making out | sneezing

16: work of art | call back | “I can’t believe it’s over…”

17: forgiveness | new crush | swimsuit

18: texting | funeral | blanket

19: parent/father | Juneteenth | “What? Is this a new rule?”

20: wedding | undress | sunburn

21: return | audition | darkness

22: roots | shopping | “Welcome to your new nightmare…”

23: diagnosis | scrapbook | “You’re hired/fired.”

24: breakfast | midnight snack | “Someone left a gift for you.”

25: resignation | proposal | “I’ve never said this before, but…”

26: cuddles | fight | "You should throw that away."

27: birthday | death | "We’re going to be lifelong friends!”

28: application | let go | “That felt so good!”

29: December | welcome | "I’ve never been here before.”

30: opening | the end | “It was good while it lasted.”

Have fun creating! See guidelines below.

Submitted works will be featured on a weekly masterlist on Sundays* (*depending on event participation)

Every form of creative work can be submitted: fanfiction, drabbles, moodboards, edits, drawings, poems, songs, sketches, and more—all are welcomed.

Work from any book and story from the Choices (and Pixelberry) universe are welcome (new and old alike)!

You can participate as many times as you want during the month

You do not need to participate daily or even weekly.

Clearly list the day/prompt your work is for

You can combine submissions for this event and others

Please use warnings to tag content that may be triggering/disturbing to some users.

If your work is NS*W please label it as such and use appropriate warnings. Adult content should be hidden under the page break.

When possible, use page breaks to limit long posts.

You can get creative with the prompts. It can be a variation of the word and/or concept. It doesn’t have to be exact or literal. If the word inspires a train of thought that led you to something different, put that in the notes and send it in! Have fun with it! Make them work for you! The ultimate goal is just to find joy in creating!

If you want to participate in a day that has already past, that is fine, just note that in your post and I will still reblog it and then edit the masterlist for that day to include our post.

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#choices monthly challenge #choices june challenge #choices monthly challenge june 2022 #prompt list

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I KNOW I'M LIKE 1 000 YEARS LATE BUT COULD YOU PLEASE DO #27 UNEXPECTED BUT WANTED HUG??? PLEASE???

You actually were able to get in just in time, you're my last prompt for this pride event that went longer than the month, but how could anyone complain about that? 😂 Anyways, thank you for the prompt, @allcolorsoftherainbow! I hope it's okay that I made it a CW fic. I hope you enjoy the fic! 🥰

Prompt 20: Unexpected But Wanted Hug

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It was like whiplash.

A few days ago, Bucky seemed normal. He had seemed like he was adjusting. He was set up in a safe house he forcibly reclaimed from HYDRA and he had just made Sam plum cardamom crumble with pistachios. Sam had told Bucky it was one of the best desserts he'd had in his life. Bucky had told Sam he'd make it every time he came to visit like it was a declaration of love.

And it was, in a way. This dancing between pseudo-annoyed banter and blurted alphabet soup ramblings of proclamations that felt too vulnerable to be said aloud, but said they were.

Two years. Of small spaces tucked together as they checked off cities they wanted to visit in Europe. Of Sam having fun surprising Bucky with his presence and Bucky slowly finding his way back to personhood.

Two years. Of hiding out in a safe house reading books in comfortable silence. Of cooking together in a tiny kitchen. Of laying atop each other on a couch much too small for the both of them as they marathoned movies and shows. Of gravitating into each other's space at night on an air mattress.

And now, what? Bucky grabs Sam by the jaw and throws him?

Sam gazed at Bucky as Steve left the warehouse to find a car and tried to see if he could understand what was going through Bucky's head right now. If Bucky was friend or foe.

If Bucky had been playing Sam this whole time.

"Was it all a lie?" asked Sam quietly, unable to stop the hurt creeping into his voice.

"No," said Bucky as he tried to stand up, only to topple back down because his arm was still pinned, "No. Sam. I was buying plums. And then there was the news about Vienna. I read it in a newspaper - "

Sam let out a biting laugh.

"A newspaper?" said Sam, because it felt ridiculous to think that Bucky got the news about Vienna from a newspaper.

Though, Bucky didn't have a smartphone. He didn't have a computer. It... it could make sense. Maybe...

"No, really. I did," said Bucky, pleading, "This morning - or maybe yesterday morning? - I don't know when, but I was going home. To make that crumble again. The one you liked. Because I wanted to be prepared for the next time you came. That's all I wanted to do. I swear. If there has been any bright light in the fucked up situation I've found myself in, it's you. I never want to hurt you."

Sam wanted to believe him so badly.

"But you could," said Sam, his voice rough, "You tried."

Bucky swallowed hard.

"I could now," Bucky admitted, his eyes never leaving Sam's, "With the right words. I know that. But it's me right now. I would never. Not you. Even as the Soldier went to choke you, he couldn't. He couldn't do it. Because he knew. He felt it. He could never. I could never."

Sam still was wary. But he knew Steve would be back soon. And... maybe he wanted to give Bucky a chance, even if it was a tentative one.

"I don't know if I believe that," said Sam as he remembered how it felt to be thrown by his jaw, "But maybe we can get you somewhere to get deprogrammed or something."

Sam reluctantly let Bucky's arm out of the machine.

Sam should have reacted. He should have had some baseline instinct to protect himself. Bucky could have attacked him. But all Sam could do in the surprise hug was relax. Because he wanted to trust Bucky. He really did. He found his arms wrapping around Bucky, holding him close.

"I hate you," grumbled Sam into Bucky's shoulder, "I hate that I want to trust you. I hate that I can't."

"I know," said Bucky mournfully, "I'm going to figure it out. Never again. I promise you, I'm going to find a way to get this out of my head so you can trust me."

"I'd like that," said Sam, falling apart in Bucky's arms, "I'd really like that."

Sam knew Steve would be there any minute. And maybe finding Sam and Bucky clinging to each other like they were doing right now would bring up questions that Sam had been brushing off for years at Bucky's request.

But Sam needed this right now. He just needed a moment where he got to be held by Bucky and not be okay.

*****

This series is to celebrate Pride Month with some fun prompts. Since I got more prompts than I anticipated, I’m going to extend this event to finish all the prompts.

#thank you so much for the prompt 🥰#sambucky #the daily sambucky fluff diary #sam wilson #bucky barnes #sambucky pride month event #sambucky touch prompt event #cacw #mission #emotional hurt/comfort #sambucky drabbles #drabble 20 #unexpected but wanted hug

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In the Middle of the Night Chapter 2

Chapter 2: “어제와 같은 하늘색인데”

[eojewa gateun haneulsaeginde]

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25 - 26 - 27 - 28 - 29 - 30

MASTERLIST

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Summary: As Bangtan prepares for a new chapter in their lives, they head to their private property in the forest for a songwriting workshop. As a songwriter and producer they have worked with for years, I’m asked to tag along. I was ready for the heavy workload and small amount of sleep during the workshop week. However, I wasn’t ready for the storm that came that changed my friendship with Namjoon forever.

Genre: Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Smut

Pairing: Idol!Namjoon x Female Reader

Rating: M (explicit language, future explicit sexual scenes)

Status: COMPLETE

Warnings/spoilers: mention of members’ girlfriends: Jin, J-Hope, and Jungkook all have girlfriends.

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-Two Years Later…-

Seoul, South Korea

This elevator was going so slow. I knew I shouldn’t have stopped for coffee. I was doing so well on time, but my caffeine addiction got the best of me. Everything had gone smoothly, right up until I left the café. At leaving, fans recognized me—mask and all! Of course, I couldn’t ignore them, so I engaged with them and it took a good while to make my way to my car.

Pretty sure I could have arrived faster if I had a driver, but the American side of me prided herself in independence and refused to hire a private driver. My manager, Kyongsoo, and I got into many arguments regarding this. I had been living in Seoul for close to two years. I had come here for inspiration and wanted the freedom to go and see whatever I wanted in my own time.

I came to Seoul because as an artist, I wanted to challenge myself. I had sold millions of albums worldwide, won multiple awards, and performed in sold-out stadiums around the globe. My contract with my old label had expired and for many reasons, I chose not to renew it. One of the reasons I hadn’t was I had hit a wall—I didn’t know what my next album would contain. I had sung about topics important to me: self-worth, women empowerment, and toxic relationships. I didn’t know what else to write about.

After months of therapy with Dr. Rob, I figured this artistic wall was one of the reasons for my panic attack two years ago. I believed the biggest hurdle I needed to overcome was my creativity. While he believed my panic attacks were deeply rooted in something else, he did agree with me that music was a big component and pushed me to discuss my concerns with other music friends. I had the tendency to never speak about my troubles to my closest friends. It would be good for my mental health to talk openly about my problems to loved ones.

It had been uncomfortable doing this, but I did it. I voiced my concerns to a few friends and one of them, Namjoon, suggested moving to Korea. He believed the change in scenery would benefit me. As a songwriter, my creative mind would remain active. I had written for other artists in the past, so this wouldn’t be too new for me. Plus, I wasn’t a stranger to Korea. I had visited the country regularly since my teens. Dr. Rob had agreed a change would be good for me, so as long as we continued our sessions through video chat.

So, I packed up and moved to Seoul in January 2020. I was supposed to be here for 6 months, but everything changed in such a short time. I ended up staying longer due to the pandemic. My tourist visa became a long-term visa. It should have all felt like a nightmare, but it had become a blessing. My creativity had come back from working with other artists. I helped create music I was proud of. And while I still had felt no inspiration to write music for myself, my sense of worth had come back.

But my days in Korea were numbered. My Visa was expiring in a few months. I wasn’t sure what was to come after. Would I return to the States? Extend my Visa for another six months?

Thinking about whether I was going to be leaving Korea caused my heart rate to increase. I settled myself and remembered the steps Dr. Rob had worked with me.

After some months of therapy with Dr. Rob, I had viewed a change in my anxiety. I was calmer. Namjoon had been right: therapy had helped my quality of life. I was forever grateful to my friend for helping push me to get the help I needed.

A sudden ring echoed around me, signaling I had arrived at my floor. It was the noise that I needed to bring me to the present. I hurried to the meeting room. Thankfully, I wasn’t the last to arrive. I greeted everyone and they welcomed me as I made my way to an empty chair. I was about to sit down when I heard someone call out ‘noona’. There were less than a dozen people present, and I was the only female, so I knew it was directed at me.

Taehyung was looking right at me and making a motion with his hand, pointing to a chair closer to him. “Noona,” he repeated.

I didn’t understand why it mattered where I sat but seeing that I adored Tae like a little brother, I often gave in to whatever he wanted. I walked to the chair he wanted me to sit in.

Hoseok waved at me excitedly. It had been a good while since we last hung out; I made a mental note to ask him and his girlfriend if they wanted to come over sometime this week so we could catch up. Yoongi was to Hobi’s right and he was still as a statue. His eyes met mine, but he gave no wave or nod. He liked to ignore me a lot of the time, so I sent him a finger heart. If I didn’t have the mask on and if we were in a more relaxed environment, I would have blown him a kiss, knowing full well it would annoy him. When he saw my finger heart, he turned away.

I next caught eyes with Jin. We stared at each other for a couple of seconds when I finally winked at him. He turned a bit shy and laughed at the fact that I had beat him on winking at him first.

The last person I caught eyes with was Namjoon. I waved at him as he sent me a nod.

The doors opened and we all turned to find the two final members enter. Jimin and Jungkook apologized as they made their way to their seats. As Jimin passed me, I stuck my foot out a little, making him trip. Jungkook gave a low laugh watching his friend almost fall. Jimin sent me a “death stare” and shook his finger at me. “Noona…” he chided.

Jungkook pushed him forward and waved at me as he did so.

“Hi, cutie,” I whispered to him in English. It was a nickname I used on all three of the youngest in the group. Despite all of them being in their mid-20s, I would always view them as little brothers.

The moment Jimin and Jungkook sat down, the meeting started.

The concept for the guys' album had been decided on. It would be an anthology of the group’s work with only a few new songs included. A few ideas had been thrown around as to what old tracks would be included, but the guys still hadn’t collectively decided. Seeing this was going to be an important album and they were perfectionists, they wanted to get the track list right.

During the meeting, many thoughts were voiced about what type of new songs could be written. A good idea suggested was for the group to leave Seoul for a few days for a songwriting bootcamp. It would allow the band time away from distractions and to focus.

The guys liked the idea, but insisted they wanted little to no staff, nor cameras. Only songwriters and producers were welcome. The staff did not take much to convince. They tended to follow whatever wishes the seven men wanted. However, Sihyuk had a different approach.

“How about if there were cameras in the studio room? Only while you record. You can turn them off and on whenever you want,” he explained. “This way, it allows us to show the fans the creative process if we decide to do so in the future.”

The guys looked at each other, specifically at Namjoon. It didn’t take long for them to agree on the compromise.

The meeting was getting near the end. I was doing my best to keep up with my notes.

“Maya, do you have any suggestions?” asked Sihyuk.

In the twenty months I had lived in Korea, I had worked alongside Sihyuk numerous times on songs for his artists. Even though Sihyuk was an important man, he was easygoing and approachable. He was unlike most department heads I had the misfortune of knowing.

I answered his question, “Maybe each member can take lead in a workshop.”

Sihyuk looked intrigued. “What do you mean?”

I voiced the idea I had been thinking of the last few days. “It seems as if the guys all have different ideas on what they would like to include in the album. Let’s have them each come up with an idea or two and present it to the members. It doesn’t necessarily have to be a new song, just an idea for the album—whether that’s the track list or visuals or music video concept.”

The guys nodded, liking the idea.

And then I brought up an unspoken topic that everyone was uncomfortable talking about. “The future is unclear of where the group as a unit will be in a year or two years from now.” I could feel the shift in the air, see everyone’s bodies tense. “This will be the last time in a good while that all of them will be making new music together. I think this project deserves several days of work. It might get emotional,” I said, quickly looking over at Namjoon.

I remembered the last time I was in the room with him while he was writing a song.

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(Early in the year…)

I was in the HYBE building working on music for another artist. It was lunch time and figured I would check on the guys to see if they were free to eat with me. After messaging with Hobi, I knew some of the guys were at working on a new song.

I entered the studio expecting high energy or excitement; however, I walked into a room full of a solemn atmosphere. Even Hobi wasn't his cheery self.

“What’s up?” I asked with caution.

Namjoon and Yoongi were sitting at the desk, looking down at some notes, scratching their heads and frowns on each of their faces. They didn’t even acknowledge my presence.

“They’re at a block,” Hobi answered, closing the door behind me.

Right at that moment, Yoongi let out a grunt and tossed down his pen. “Nothing good is coming out. I’m just going to submit my part as it is.”

Namjoon slouched more on his chair and he too let out a grunt as he shook his head in frustration. “It shouldn’t be this difficult.”

Yoongi got up from his chair. “We can’t do anything about it right now. It’s only going to get more frustrating. Maybe a small break will be good.”

Namjoon shook his head. “I’ll continue working on it a little more.”

“Do what you feel is best,” Yoongi said to him. He turned and finally acknowledged me. “You want to get lunch with us?”

I shook my head and turned to Namjoon. His neck hung off the chair as he massaged his forehead. I hadn’t seen him this stressed before when writing a song; it was concerning.

Yoongi followed my gaze. “Namjoonie will be alright. Just needs a breather. Maybe he’ll listen to you, though.” He gave me a pat on the arm and he and Hobi headed out.

I took Yoongi’s chair and sat in silence as Namjoon kept his eyes closed and tried to gather his emotions and thoughts.

It took a good while for him to straighten up on his chair. When he finally opened his eyes, he looked surprised at my presence. “I thought you left with Yoongi and Hobi.”

“I ate already,” I said, hoping my stomach didn’t make a noise and give me away.

“Liar,” he accused.

I smiled. He knew me well. And if he knew me well enough to know my lies, then he knew me well enough to know I wasn’t going to leave him alone at the moment. “What’s going on?”

He let out a heavy sigh. “This new song we’re set to release…I just can’t seem to write anything for it. The lyrics are to be bland with a pop sound to it. It’s just…” He stopped himself. He didn’t want to say anything too negative.

It had been over a year since my move to Korea and we had gotten quite close. Close enough for me to notice when Namjoon kept himself from being too open and honest. He didn’t like being pessimistic. He felt if he let his thoughts get too dark, it would lead him to his depression. He tried to be as positive as possible.

I didn't think it was a good thing to suppress emotions, though. They needed to be let out from time to time. “What?” I pushed.

He shook his head slightly. “I just want something…else…something more. The beat is there, and it will make people feel good. But the lyrics could be better—I think. There’s no meat to it.” There was a look of slight anger in his eyes, but he kept himself from staring at me for too long.

I let his words sit for a moment as I processed what the problem was. When I finally got it, I was sure how to answer, “Not all songs have to be deep, Namjoon. People, your fans, appreciate the deep meaningful ones that move them. But it was a tough year. During the dark days, sometimes you want to forget your problems and go somewhere happy to forget for a moment.”

“It just doesn’t seem genuine,” he immediately responded.

I nodded. “You’re right. But what’s wrong with pretending for a few minutes? You guys shoot 45-minute episodes of Run BTS with the intention to make people happy, right? How is releasing a 3-minute song any different?”

He didn’t reply, only sat there as if processing what I had said.

“You focus too much on the deep, profound, and heartbreaking emotions we humans go through. But the silly, fun moments need attention as well from time to time.”

It took a good while, but his mood changed slightly.

I managed to convince him to take a lunch with me. He was almost back to normal, but there was an aura around him that left me unsettled for him.

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The song they had worked on earlier this year had become a global hit and Namjoon had eventually grown to embrace it. But that day had been the start of my suspicions that something wasn’t right. Something was off, and I still hadn't figured out what it was.

Namjoon spoke up at the meeting. “She’s right. We wanted to send a positive message out this summer, despite our own emotions going up and down…,” his words trailed off for a moment, keeping himself from saying something. He looked to think first and then continued. “It’s best if we kept the amount of people working on this project limited. I agree with Maya that emotions are going to come up.”

I could see the guys’ bodies stiffen. Jin began to blink repeatedly, a habit he exhibited when his nerves took over. Hobi’s leg began to shake as he moved his eyes downward. Jimin, Tae, and Jungkook’s eyes all glanced over at their leader, Jin, and Yoongi with a look of worry. Namjoon’s neck tightened. Yoongi appeared calm and collected, but I knew him well enough to tell by the way his arms were crossed that he was tense.

I was sure the worry had to be about Jin’s military enlistment. His and Yoongi's. It was a sensitive topic for the guys to discuss even with me. I wanted to talk about it, but I was always given a vague answer. I wasn’t sure if they didn’t want to discuss it because they themselves didn’t want to or because the label was preventing them to. And as much as I wanted to know my friends’ plan, I respected their wishes and didn’t push the matter.

Namjoon continued to speak but did so more slowly, wanting to ensure he kept himself calm. “We want to enjoy the rest of this year, regardless of what happens the year after. And in order to do so, I think some time away will do us good. This album is going to be the end of an era for us; it’s going to be emotionally draining.”

The members nodded in agreement.

Sihyuk also agreed. “Everyone going on this trip, please be sure to write down any materials you might need for this project so we can ensure you have it before you leave.”

We went on to discuss a little more detail about the workshops. It was decided unanimously that every member would take the lead in at least one workshop. I would be assisting some of the guys. And because of this, I was to go on the trip with them all week long, while the other producers would appear for a couple of days.

When the details were noted, Sihyuk asked, “Does anyone have anything else to add?”

Everyone was quiet.

“So, it’s settled. The guys will go on this trip, along with Maya. PDogg and Rabbit will be there for a couple of the workshops. We’ll use the Soop property. It’s big enough for everyone to be comfortable. And we’ll increase security.” He stood up. “It was a great meeting, everyone. Thank you all for your work.”

As some of Big Hit Music staff began to exit, I made my way over to the members.

Taehyung greeted me with a warm hug. “Hi, noona.”

I hugged him back, tightly. “Hi, cutie. How are you?” I asked.

Seeing him up close, I was getting a sense that something was off.

He gave me a soft look. “I’m doing ok. Today is a little rough.”

I rubbed his back in comfort. “I’m sorry. Do you want to talk about it?”

Tae shook his head slightly. “No. I’m trying to focus on the good. This trip will be good. I’ll get to see you more. I forget you live here. Namjoonie-hyung keeps you to himself,” he said with a teasing look and low enough so only I could hear.

I gave him a look of warning.

In the many years of knowing Namjoon, I had always had a small crush on him. The crush came in small waves, never lasting and never too intense. I always made sure to smash it before it got too serious. I had never admitted it to anyone, but I never denied it either when the guys voiced their suspicions. However, it was one thing for the guys to tease me about it in private and another to say it in front of Big Hit employees. Sure, the staff had all signed NDAs which kept the guys' privacy well-protected. But if the wrong person heard the wrong thing, the tabloids would have a field day. Taehyung knew this, so I was annoyed he would take a risk and say something with staff members so close.

Taehyung caught on to my concern. He looked around, taking note who was still in the room. “No one here cares,” he assured me.

“No one cares about what?” asked Jungkook as he appeared behind me.

The boy was tall, so it was easy for him to place his chin on top of my head. His arms hugged me around the shoulders from behind.

Tae looked at me with a teasing smile. “Noona and Namjoonie-hyung hanging out a lot.”

I noticed the last of the staff leave, so I relaxed a bit. I let out a dramatic sigh. “I’m not good enough for him.” I could play around now that we were alone.

“You’re good enough for anyone,” Taehyung said defensively. He disliked when the people he cared for said anything negative about themselves—even in a joking matter.

Jungkook hugged me a little tighter. “The two should really start dating.”

Hobi appeared. “Who should date? Namjoonie and Mai-Mai?” he looked at me and laughed, calling me by their nickname for me. “Mai-Mai is too forward. Too scary.”

I sent him a glare. “Do you want to die? Ask Jungkook how strong my right hook is.” I shared Jungkook’s interest in boxing and on the rare times I went to the gym, I tagged along with him to box alongside him.

Jungkook laughed and pushed away from me. “Scary noona,” he said in English. He often said that when I boxed.

“Why is Maya scary?” came a deep voice.

Namjoon appeared at Tae’s other side and placed his hand on top of Tae’s shoulders.

“Mai-Mai is scary when she’s boxing,” Jungkook said. “You’ll see when we go to the forest. She looks terrifying.”

I rolled my eyes. “I do not look terrifying.”

“You do when you’re mad,” Hobi teased.

“Noona is very frightening when she’s angry,” came Jimin’s voice as he joined the group.

He was cute as a button, but I had no problem kicking him if he annoyed me too much.

“Remember when she almost got into a fight in that parking lot.” Jin was now a part of the discussion. He and Yoongi had joined the circle.

Not this story again. “I wasn’t going to fight the guy.”

There had been an incident many years ago that involved a rude guy in a parking lot. I had had a screaming match with him, despite the fact he had been twice my size. The guys thought I had been some sort of badass but they overexaggerated the story.

After several seconds of them laughing at me, Namjoon quieted everyone down. “Ok, ok. Let’s not get Mai-Mai upset or she’ll really start punching us.”

They all settled down.

“Eat?” Jungkook asked enthusiastically in English.

“I’m hungry,” Jin said rubbing his belly. “Who’s going? Yoongi made the reservations.”

Most of the group raised their hands.

Hobi looked at my raised hand. “You changed your appointment?”

I nodded. “Yups. I went to the dentist yesterday, so I’m free tonight.”

“Sorry, there’s no room,” Yoongi said with a deadpan tone.

This was our relationship: he was a jerk to me and I was an ass back.

“It’s alright. I’ll take your spot,” I retorted.

He looked unimpressed; his eyes halfway closed. “I’m the one who made the reservation.”

“We’ll just say Jimin is you. He’s the same height. I mean, his happy attitude will be a dead giveaway he’s not a crabby old grandpa, but we can make sure he doesn’t speak.”

The guys stood back and enjoyed our banter.

Yoongi didn’t respond, just continued to look bored with me and turned away.

I loved messing with him. “Yoongi, don’t give me attitude. I promise I’ll tell you I love you and kiss you on the cheek in front of everyone.”

That got a reaction out of him. His head snapped at me with a look full of disgust.

He knew I meant it; I had done it before.

Everyone laughed. Hobi clapped at the entertainment.

“I’ll make room, I’ll make room!” Yoongi promised.

Tae was wiping away tears of laughter. It was nice to see him in a lighter mood.

“Ok, who is going again? Raise both hands if your girlfriends are going. I’ll call the restaurant,” Yoongi said as he reached for his phone.

We all raised our hands, with some of the guys raising both arms.

Jungkook frowned at Namjoon’s raised hand, who a moment ago had not raised it. “I thought you were going to the studio.”

Namjoon shook his head. “And miss out on Maya kissing Yoongi-hyung?”

Yoongi looked “irritated”. “There will be no kissing. I want ten meters between us,” he warned as he motioned to an invisible wall between me and him.

I took a step forward with open arms and stepped forward, pushing through the invisible wall.

“Don’t!” Yoongi swatted me away as he dodged me.

He moved ahead of us and got out of the room, putting his phone to his ear as he made a call.

We all followed him out. And as we walked, I noticed Namjoon was behind with Taehyung.

I turned slightly to see what was going on between them.

Namjoon had his arm around his younger brother and rubbing his shoulder. I could hear Namjoon’s soothing voice but couldn’t hear the words. I noticed Tae’s becoming calm.

Namjoon always had the gift of soothing someone. His gift of words mixed incredibly well with his tone. It had worked on me.

“Hey, baby. We’re done and going to restaurant. Are you ready?”

The sudden English made me turn away from Namjoon. Having lived in Korea for a good while, hearing my primary language usually perked my interest.

I found it had been Jungkook who was speaking. He was a few feet from me and on the phone, surely talking to his European girlfriend, Yuna**.

“I can give her a ride,” I offered. Since I had my car, I might as well take in company. I knew how much Yuna disliked using the group’s drivers. She was a member of the Big Hit staff and able to call the company’s drivers whenever she wanted, but she was humble and preferred to take a taxi or walk rather than bother someone else. It was one of the many qualities of hers that I took a liking to.

Jungkook turned to me, looking grateful. “Maya-noona say she give you ride. No need for driver if you do not want.”

I could hear Yuna respond to Jungkook. He turned to me to give me a thumbs up. “We will be in parking garage…shortly.” He gave a wide smile, proud to have used the word correctly.

His English was improving and seeing how proud he was at his advancement made him adorable. I couldn’t help myself; I reached over and pinched his cheek.

He let me. “See you soon. Bye.” He hung up and thanked me for offering to drive her.

When we got to the garage, we split up. The guys went to their cars while I stayed by the elevators, waiting for Yuna. I could see Jungkook’s car hadn't left yet. I knew he was waiting for his girlfriend. Another thing I found endearing.

It didn’t take too long for her to arrive.

Yuna was of average height and built. She had a pretty face but wasn’t stunning. Jungkook’s prior girlfriends had been gorgeous but not very smart. This new girlfriend had more brains than looks and it was a plus. We greeted each other with a hug and exchanged pleasantries. I turned to Jungkook’s car and gave a small wave as Yuna and I walked over to my car.

At the signal, the car drove off. Yuna and I climbed into my vehicle.

“I wish I could drive. But Seoul is a little too scary,” Yuna said in her Norwegian accent.

“You get accustomed to it,” I said. “The neglect of the turning signal was the hardest thing to get over, but now it’s just slightly annoying.”

We made small talk on our way to the restaurant. Despite Yuna and Jungkook dating for well over a year, I hadn’t hung out much with her. Now that their relationship was more settled, the pair weren’t glued to the hip as much as before, so it was nice to get more one-on-one with her.

“I hear you’ve met new friends,” I said to Yuna as I turned the corner. We were just a few blocks from the restaurant.

“Yes,” she answered. “They’re European as well. We met through Facebook. They’re a nice group. I love hanging out with the guys and being around the staff but it’s nice to have friends that are outside of the BTS world.”

I nodded. “Yeah. I adore those boys, but too much of them drives me nuts.”

“I hear you and Namjoon spend a lot of time together; is he driving you nuts?” There was a teasing tone in her voice.

I shook my head. “What lies has JK been feeding you?”

She laughed. “He’s pointed out a few things.”

I let out a sigh. “Namjoon and I are just friends. I like flirting with him because it’s easy to embarrass him. We spend a lot of time together because we have a lot in common and don’t have significant others. We hang out by default.”

“Sometimes best friends make the best boyfriends,” she said as we arrived at the parking lot.

“Maybe, but not for us. We’re buddies. Namjoon is not interested in me. He has a type and if I showed you pictures, you would see he has as type and would agree I don’t fit into that type.”

It was true. All of Namjoon’s exes were of average height, straight hair, small face, wide-eyed, innocent looking, quiet, and reserved. I was none of those things.

“Is he your type?” Yuna asked with a smile.

I found a good spot. “I don’t even know what my type is. I’ve dated Latinos, white, black. I’ve dated a lawyer, an actor, an investor. I don’t think I have a type.”

“So why can’t Namjoon be a guy you date?” she asked as I put my car in park.

“There’s no physical attraction,” I lied, ignoring the small crush I had on him.

“I’ve seen him stare at your ass and chest plenty of times.”

It was a good thing I had already parked. “What?!”

Yuna laughed. “I’m joking, I’m joking.”

I let out a noise of irritation. “You and Jungkook are made for each other.”

She smiled like it was the biggest compliment.

We made our way into the restaurant, being escorted to a private room.

At entering and seeing his girlfriend, Jungkook got up and pulled out the chair next to him for her. She made her way over to him and gave him a kiss as she sat down.

It was sweet seeing them be so lovey-dovey. It had been two years since my last serious relationship. There were times I missed the intimacy. I had been on a few dates in Korea but none of them worked out. I was convinced I was just picky. It might take a good while before I was in another serious relationship.

“Maya,” someone called out my name.

I turned and saw Namjoon motioning to the chair next to him and Hobi. I walked over and was about to reach for the chair, but Namjoon beat me to it. Ever the gentleman.

I gave him a smile as a thank you. But then turned to Hobi and gave him a light smack on the arm. “Learn from Namjoon and Jungkook.”

Hobi rubbed his arm dramatically and pouted. “You want a kiss too?” He puckered his lips and leaned toward me.

I blocked his face from getting any closer. He didn’t put up much of a struggle.

“It’s not a kiss from you she wants, hyung,” said Jimin. His eyes twinkled as he stared at me.

He was the perfect example of why I was grateful I didn’t grow up with younger brothers.

“She will have to wait. Kookie will eat and breath will have garlic,” Yuna said in broken Korean. “You don’t want kiss from him. Wait for his brush teeth.”

We all laughed. The girl had a good sense of humor. Her Korean was improving.

The next hour was spent eating, talking, and laughing. It had been a while since this large number of us had gotten together. I was grateful the laws had become looser.

Next to me, Namjoon seemed to be more into his kalguksu than any of the other dishes. Summer was going to be ending soon; I was positive he was wanting to enjoy the summer soup for as long as he could.

I usually didn’t eat so much but since it was a special occasion, I treated myself to seconds of the mandu. But after one more, I had hit my limit. I fell back onto my chair and contemplated whether to take the leftovers home or ask someone if they wanted to finish them. Next to me, I noticed Namjoon pushing his bowl of soup closer to me and motioning me to take a bite. My stomach made a growl at me, warning me to leave the soup alone, but my heart wouldn’t listen. Koreans were the same as Mexican women; you rejected their food offers and you might as well tell them you hated them.

I let out a heavy sigh and took a bite from the soup. It was really tasty.

Looking up, I noticed Namjoon staring at me, waiting for my approval. I gave a thumbs up.

His dimpled smile told me he was satisfied with my reaction.

I pushed my plate of mandu over to him.

Unlike me, he didn’t hesitate. He dove right in, widening his mouth but taking the biggest small bite. I tried not to laugh at how silly he ate.

He looked at the rest of my plate. “Are you done?”

I nodded. “Knock yourself out. I’m stuffed.”

“Girl, that’s how you remain in great shape—you don’t eat much,” he said, taking a swift look at my stomach and going back to his food.

“I do too,” I argued. “I just watch what I eat. I hate working out.”

“Weren’t you just in the gym a couple of days ago with Namjoonie?” asked Jin from the other side of the table.

“Only because he made me,” I pouted.

“You felt great afterward,” Namjoon stated. “You’re welcome,” he said with a smile.

“I felt like I wanted to die.” When it came to exercise, I was a drama queen.

Next to me, Hobi agreed. “Seriously, I feel the same after the gym. It’s torture.”

“Wish I could take only dance instead so I don’t have to bother with the workouts,” I whined.

“You would still need the workouts for your core. Don’t dancers still need to go to the gym to be able to execute their routines?” Namjoon said logically.

I just stared at him, annoyed with his valid points.

Namjoon caught onto my mood and simply laughed at it. “You’re cute when you get bothered.” He reached over and pinched my cheeks.

I backed away. “Don’t call me cute.”

“You call me cute all the time,” Jimin pointed out, his mouth full of whatever he was eating.

“You like being called cute,” I reminded him.

We went on to banter for a bit longer, until normal conversations began.

As my group of friends spoke amongst themselves, I took my phone out and took several pictures while they weren’t looking. I personally disliked selfies and posing for pictures. I preferred capturing moments; more realistic rather than trying to create an image.

Most didn’t notice me taking the photos—Jimin had caught me a couple of times and made faces to the camera. I turned to my left, seeing Namjoon looking ahead towards Jin as they conversed. The lighting in the room was hitting Namjoon’s cap perfectly, creating lovely shadows along his profile. His hooded eyes, smooth nose, round cheek, and slender chin were like a painting. I couldn’t help taking multiple photos of him from different angles.

He caught on quickly. He knew my distaste for looking at the camera, so he humored me and posed. All that idol training was coming out for my benefit.

“Maiwi is Namjoonie’s personal photographer,” Jin teased.

“Some of those pictures he posts look like an amateur took them,” Yoongi teased.

“Those would be Yongrae’s. He still takes pictures like he’s in high school,” I half-joked.

It was kind of true. In the last two years, our friend Yongrae and I were primarily the ones who took the photos Namjoon posted on social media. Yongrae took alright photos but he tended to take photos that were more staged.

I got close to Namjoon’s face, my body almost sitting on top of the table as I leaned into him. I could have zoomed in with the camera, but where was the fun in that? His face was resting lightly on his hand, his long-sleeve shirt covering his chin and his fingers curling but relaxing on his upper cheek. He was looking away from me. Click.

“Handsome,” I let out without thinking and positive only he could hear me.

His brown eyes swiftly shifted to my own; the shade of them looked more of cocoa, warmer than usual.

Click.

Yeah, this was now my new favorite photo of him.

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Spookinktober 2021 Day 27

Welcome to Softly Savage Mint Yoongi’s week of spooky and sexy stories to count down the last week of the best month of the year! Please enjoy these seven stories, about a zombie, a vampire, a witch and her familiar, a werewolf, a serial killer, a grim reaper, and a monster hunter- respectively. Each story is standalone, so you may read them however you like, and remember to stay scary, and sexy. ;) Spookinktober 2021 Day 27 Pairing: Ten x f.reader Spooks: Witches, familiars, shapeshifters, a description of magic in the form of an orgasm, and other acts or mentions of rituals, hexes, and spells. Kinks: oral (f. rec), fingering, unprotected sex, and creampies (what else is new with me lmao). Words: 2k

“Why can’t you just do it tomorrow? Aren’t I more important?” Ten asks, flipping his wrist out as if to scoff at your bustling. He goes right back to his lazy grooming, high upon your cupboard. You glare up at him, “Because the Harvest Moon is set to rise tomorrow, and there’s too much left to do!” As the resident Harvest Witch in these mountain lands, it’s your job to make sure of a bountiful harvest for the townspeople this season. There are stones and crystals to be polished and herbs left to be pruned after drying, and that’s just for the ritual you will perform tomorrow night. Too many small things are broiling over your proverbial cauldron, set to spoil the whole autumn equinox if you don’t hurry it up! Your familiar, with shining black fur and sharp yellow eyes, jumps gracefully from the highest reach in the kitchen, landing with a soft thud at your feet. He winds himself around your legs with a purr, “There’s still plenty of time for that. Can’t you pay attention to me?” He paws at your stockings gently, untimely in his desire for your attention. “Ten,” you warn, ignoring his pleading eyes to stoke the flames beneath your kettle, dropping three cinnamon sticks into the water for good measure, “It would be done if you had half a mind to help me.” It’s both cute and annoying the way he sits back on his haunches and levels his eyes at you, ears back. “What can I do, I’m just a cat,” he shoots at you, offended. His comment earns another glare and a condescending laugh from you while you turn to the next chore, “That’s rich coming from someone who can turn himself human anytime he wishes.” Ten spies your wand cautiously as you whip it from the ribbon of your hat, moving to the end of the kitchen to rake his nails down the chord of rope you’ve twirled around one leg of the kitchen table, just for him. “Fine,” he concedes after too many moments of silence pass while you bustle around. He can’t stand it. “If I change and help you for the rest of the day will that be enough to get it done?” Your black cat pretends to be unbothered, spreading his claws to look over his manicure. You stop, turning to him with your herbs and pruning scissors in hand, “Do you mean it?” He scoffs, “I may be that bitch, Y/N, but I’m not a liar.” Ten’s words nearly die short on his breath, the cacophony of noise your squeal of delight and dropping of scissors creates makes him jolt as you swing down to scoop him up from the floor. The hexes you’ve placed on some of the inanimate objects around the house seem to spring to life just a little with your magical joy. Although he has his pride, Ten is smugly enjoying your fingers sliding over him and cuddling him against your neck. “Will that be enough time?” he questions once more, tapping his black-beaned paw against your nose. “More than enough time!” you coo, raising him in the air. You’re beaming up at him when you give a singular happy twirl. At that moment, his transformation happens suddenly. Just as quickly as you’d surprised him with your delighted cheering, he returns the favor. His hands, warm and human, cradle your body close to his now tanned, naked, human chest where he has caught you as you fell beneath the weight of his change. He stares down at you for a moment before a familiar grin spreads across his face and he leans in, kissing you firmly on the lips. “Are you that surprised?” Ten lets you up, and you are dead set on ignoring his body from his neck down. You won’t give him any ideas, not right now. It doesn’t matter how beautiful he is or how many days it’s been since he was in this form, railing you over the kitchen table… which is conveniently right beside him. Clearing your throat, you point to the stack of tomes you’ve yet to dust off from your shelves, “Can you start with those?” Grinning, your familiar-turned-lover eyes the floor with a raised brow, then looks up at you from his lashes. Two strides of his human legs is all it takes for him to cross the room and capture your body in his arms, now smaller than his. His lips tickle at your neck, fingers

grazing along your sides. “Hey,” you protest lowly, ignoring the way your eyes want to flutter closed as you lean into his touch. “You liar.” He nuzzles into you deeply, not bothering to ask or suggest before he lifts you over one shoulder and makes his way to the bedroom. “I didn’t lie.” “You said you’d help me!” you declare, arm outstretched toward the kitchen, now receding from your view. There’s no graceful or romantic gesture right now. No utterance of pleasantries confessed into your skin or hair as he plucks your hat from your head and places it lovingly on the seat of the rocking chair in the corner of the room. He tosses you onto the bed after, and you meet his eyes. “I will help you. You said there was more than enough time, so first I’m gonna help myself by blowing out your back, hm?” He doesn’t pose it as a question that needs an answer, and he waits for none as he launches himself onto the bed, effortlessly pulling you along beside him. You’re still gawping at his statement- not that he has ever been anything other than insufferably honest about his desire for you. It doesn’t stop your fist from gently giving his chest a smack as he rolls you onto your back. Your skirts, thankfully shorter than usual today, are pushed up and over your hips with haste. Ten purrs deliciously, lips curling with delight when he is graced with the picture of your stocking-clad legs spread for him and the thin, sheer panties covering your center. He dives headfirst, acrobatically throwing himself to his stomach on the bed and curling his arms around your hips, a delicate strength to his elegance as he moves. One finger comes down to press directly between your folds, and he hums with content at the feeling of warmth and dampness that is left behind on the material of your panties. You’ve given up fighting him on this long ago. It would take even longer to argue with him, and you know in the end he would still win. He always does- and you’re too starved to deny that you always want him, too. Your core is exposed to the chill of the air a second later, and the sensation of his tongue running up the length of you follows immediately- chased by the sound of your gasp. The rest of your breath catches in your throat, cut off with his onslaught. Kitten licks, fast and precise, are laid against your clit, and your fingers run through the short length of your lover's hair. His hands grip your ass, kneading the supple flesh as your hips cant up into his mouth of their own accord. The sounds of your pleasure come as whining mewls of your familiar’s name, freely sung into the autumn air through the house. You’re the witch of the wilds here, there’s not another human soul living within five miles to hear the pornographic sounds of your ecstasy. All of the humans who do come to your door at least know better than to come unannounced. You can feel Ten’s fingers collect your essence as it weeps from your hole, and he fucks it back into you with two, preparing you for himself. He scissors them, never stopping his kisses and licks against your sensitive bud, and the moment he curls them expertly to the place that has your thighs trembling, he pulls away. A cry of defeat wails into the air, “Don’t stop, please!” Your lover leans down, kissing the top of your cleavage delicately and he positions himself on his knees and spits into his palm. The act makes you feel dirty and messy, but it also makes you blush hotly with his stifled hiss as he slips effortlessly into the depths of your pussy. Your fingers tangle into the sheets beneath you, your back bowing toward him as Ten leans over you and sets out to utterly destroy you. His pace is hard and deep, rutting against you with his own sounds of pleasure leaking out of his mouth. With the hand not supporting his weight over you, he reaches down to press his thumb into your clit. The action makes your nerves sing, sinking into the feeling of it and letting go of your inhibitions as you hold your legs open as wide as you can for him, in an effort to have him as deep and close as

possible. You like that feeling, and he likes making you feel it. The sense of pleasure is so high you kind of forget everything except for how to be shamelessly dirty and messy for the person between your legs, and every high-pitched sound that leaves you makes Ten’s cock twitch even harder. His thumb rubs you harshly in time with his thrusts, and your thighs quake. Your shoulders hunch and your breaths come in staggered pants as your mouth hangs open. Fucking hell, he loves you like this. He has always loved you, devoted his life to you, but finds you especially stunning when you’re stealing his breath and sending him as close to heaven as he will ever get. When your pussy is fluttering and sucking him in deeper just as you reach the precipice of your orgasm, and the air around you crackles with the magic your body is conjuring. You glow, radiant and beautiful, golden if it is daylight, and silver if it is night, affected by the sun and moon of your magic, and the glittering of the magic particles floating around you- only visible when you’re losing control like this. Only for him, who gets to see you flourish this way as your orgasm explodes through your body, and your hands fly up to wrap around him and hold him close to you, like an anchor so you’re not washed away by the power of the pleasure coursing through you. It doesn’t take long for him to follow- it never does when he is helplessly enamored with the sight of you connected to him every time. He stills, not five thrusts later, and even through the thundering of his own pulse he can hear in his head as he rides his high, it’s the sound of your sigh as you feel his warmth spreading into you that makes him melt into your body. You always card your fingers through his hair in post-coital bliss, and Ten always wraps his arms around your middle, cradling you to his chest. It takes several minutes for you to catch your breaths, enjoying the scene of autumn leaves falling outside through the open window opposite the bed. Your familiar is the first to move, regaining his energy to sit up and crack his neck with an attempt to stand. But, it is your hand that captures his still, not ready to let go as you pout up at him from the sheets. “Come on, we’ve got work to do,” he says, voice full of amusement. You sigh, glancing out the window again, “Round two?” Ten laughs, smiling at you as he stands beside the bed, “There’s not enough time.” His face says he is tempted by your offer though. You grin, pulling him back onto the mess of sheets, pointedly ignoring how the tables have turned, “There’s more than enough time.”

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