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Marigold in the Snow
Prologue: Bridging Souls and Whatnot
If awkwardness were a country, I was currently living in its glitter-drenched capital.
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Marigolds in the Snow
Read the Prologue here: https://www.tumblr.com/dillydandydaisy/779992834065465345/marigold-in-the-snow?source=share
Chapter 1: Of Pep Talks, Posters, and Personal Space Invaders
So here it begins—new country, new school, new family… same old me and my unsolicited wisdom.
If I had to find a silver lining in this whole wedding-move-life-uprooting extravaganza, it’s this: no board exams. I was literally losing sleep over Class 10 boards back home, practically speed-skimming NCERT like it was a thriller. Then poof—new country, new system, and apparently, education here is more about "wholesome holistic learning" than how many laws of thermodynamics you can recite before lunch.
Not that I’m complaining.
“Subjects are unconventional,” Namjoon had explained once, “they prioritize critical thinking and emotional literacy over rote memorization.”
His words. Not mine. I just nodded like I understood what “emotional literacy” even meant and made peace with the fact that I’d never again have to solve a three-mark question on trigonometry.
Instead, here we have courses like Cultural Identity Through Performance Art, Applied Philosophy for Teenagers, and The Psychology of Color and Space. There’s even an elective called Mindful Movement Through Modern Dance.
Spoiler: I will not be moving mindfully—or at all.
Little did I know, holistic would also mean weird. But hey, at least there were no sample papers to ruin my Sunday mornings anymore.
First day at Velmira International Academy. A school so pristine it felt less like a place for learning and more like an exhibit for minimalist interior design. The hallways were lined with soundproof glass walls, the kind that made you self-conscious about how loudly your shoes squeaked. Everyone walked like they were floating. And me? I stomped in, pulling my scarf tighter like it was a battle cape. Blast the Sunlight on full, PLEASE!
Marigolds in the Snow
Read the Prologue here: https://www.tumblr.com/dillydandydaisy/779992834065465345/marigold-in-the-snow?source=share
Chapter 1: Of Pep Talks, Posters, and Personal Space Invaders
So here it begins—new country, new school, new family… same old me and my unsolicited wisdom.
If I had to find a silver lining in this whole wedding-move-life-uprooting extravaganza, it’s this: no board exams. I was literally losing sleep over Class 10 boards back home, practically speed-skimming NCERT like it was a thriller. Then poof—new country, new system, and apparently, education here is more about "wholesome holistic learning" than how many laws of thermodynamics you can recite before lunch.
Not that I’m complaining.
“Subjects are unconventional,” Namjoon had explained once, “they prioritize critical thinking and emotional literacy over rote memorization.”
His words. Not mine. I just nodded like I understood what “emotional literacy” even meant and made peace with the fact that I’d never again have to solve a three-mark question on trigonometry.
Instead, here we have courses like Cultural Identity Through Performance Art, Applied Philosophy for Teenagers, and The Psychology of Color and Space. There’s even an elective called Mindful Movement Through Modern Dance.
Spoiler: I will not be moving mindfully—or at all.
Little did I know, holistic would also mean weird. But hey, at least there were no sample papers to ruin my Sunday mornings anymore.
First day at Velmira International Academy. A school so pristine it felt less like a place for learning and more like an exhibit for minimalist interior design. The hallways were lined with soundproof glass walls, the kind that made you self-conscious about how loudly your shoes squeaked. Everyone walked like they were floating. And me? I stomped in, pulling my scarf tighter like it was a battle cape. Blast the Sunlight on full, PLEASE!
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All I Want For Christmas is You
Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Female Reader
Summary: When Park Jimin is unable to escort his precious sister through the gauntlet of corporate holiday galas, he blackmails his best friend Taehyung into being her chaperone. After all, who better to safeguard his headstrong sibling than a man who would never want her for himself? (She and Tae have spent the better part of a decade mutually disliking each other, and that’s putting it mildly.) Yet, even the best laid plans may go awry at Christmas and Kim Taehyung is about to discover that the girl he never wanted has become a temptation he cannot resist…
Genre: Comedy • Fluff • Smut
Tropes: Brother’s Best Friend (Reader is Jimin’s Sister) • Enemies-to-Lovers
Collab: This work is part of the Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tropes Collab featuring original holiday themed works by @ppersonna • @xjoonchildx • @underthejoon • @yeojaa • @untaemedqueen • and @snackhobi
Word Count: 17K (I know—I am shocked too honestly)
Rating: Explicit (18+)
Warnings: suggestive photographs • mention of accidentally being hit with a baseball • hints of jealousy and possessiveness • light tit slapping • explicit sexual content • m/f oral sex • consensual unprotected sex (shield it before you yield it y’all) • Viola’s mirror kink makes yet another appearance •
Acknowledgements:
- To @ppersonna (Lindy) @underthejoon (Fal) and @xjoonchildx (Ana) you guys are my heart. Your support, willingness to read (and re-read) and give honest feedback made this fic special. Your friendship is my daily dose of awesome. Truly, I love you.
- To @untaemedqueen (D) all of the above applies to you, but I owe you a little something extra for the LITERAL HOURS you spent in the doc with me. This fic would not be here without you. You kept me moving. You inspired me. You were amazing. Thank you so very much. This story is lovingly dedicated to you.
- To @hobi-gif for being the most thorough and incredible beta reader and for having all the important girl chats with me. I think you learned more about my past than you wanted… Either way you made this story better and I am profoundly grateful for the hours of time you spent. I have removed all the Hope-No-No words in your honor.
- To @lemonjoonah as always, you knew EXACTLY what I needed to tweak to make this story work. (Gotta pass that Lemon Litmus Test or no dice lol.) My lovely soul twin. You’re a bloomin’ rockstar.
Please Picture This Taehyung:
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No. Absolutely not.”
“Yes. Because you absolutely owe me.”
“Then send me a bill, not your unmanageable harpy of a sister.”
Jimin raised a single unimpressed brow.
“Kim Taehyung. It was exactly five years ago today that I carried your drunken naked ass two miles in the rain after you set your clothes on fire and sprained your ankle at that Beta Phi party.” He paused dramatically. “Do you remember what you said to me that night? After I deleted several pictures off phones and paid off half the party to keep it out of the papers?”
The man in question shifted uncomfortably.
“That incident is a bit hazy in my memory. I’m not sure I recall—”
“Jiminie—you’re the best and I—I owe… you. I owe you the most, Jiminie. I do—I owe you a favor—one BIG favor—anything you ask… Even though… I actually like being naked. I don’t think we need clothes. We should all be naked. Everyone. Then there would be world peace.”
Taehyung’s jaw dropped.
“You RECORDED IT?!”
Jimin grinned, sliding his phone back into his pocket.
“Naturally. And I had it all ready to go—just in case you needed extra convincing.” He crossed his arms and fixed his best friend of nearly fifteen years with a triumphant smirk. “I’m calling in that favor today, Taehyung. Now are you a man of your word or not?”
“He did WHAT?!”
Your mother winced.
“Jimin was… uncomfortable leaving you alone for the holiday season. He normally accompanies you to the galas but this year—”
“This year I was going to go alone and finally build my reputation as an asset to this family!”
Park Soomin sighed as she watched her daughter pace fiercely around the living room of their luxury suite.
“No one doubts that you’re an asset, but… in light of recent events…”
Rage and embarrassment flared up in your chest before you could stop them.
“This is about Milo… isn’t it?”
The silence that greeted your statement was confirmation enough.
“Are you ever going to trust me again?” you whispered.
“Oh sweetheart… it isn’t you we don’t trust…”
Tears burned at the corner of your eyes, but you ruthlessly blinked them back.
You would play along with their humiliating schemes.
For now.
“So which one of Jimin’s Ivy League brat pack did he blackmail into babysitting me?
For the first time in the entirety of the conversation, your mother looked truly nervous.
“Kim Taehyung.”
You tripped over your own feet and face-planted into the sofa.
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One Way Ticket
Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader (ft. Yeontan bc Family)
Genre: Flufffff, established relationship, long distance relationship (not for long), and like, slight angst at the beginning if you squint your eyes and do a backflip
Word Count: 4k
Summary: Long distance relationships are never an easy thing, and although you and Taehyung had managed to make it work for four years and were used to not seeing each other that much already, he couldn’t help but feel like his birthday was ruined at the news of you being stuck at the airport due to a bad weather flight delay. However, although things didn’t quite go to plan, it only took for you to arrive two hours before the day was over for it to be his happiest of birthdays so far.
A/N: Hellooo, well, obviously this is for my man’s birthday 🥳💝 This story takes place in my Red Flags series’ timeline since one of you requested it and I thought it would be really cute, but you don’t need to have read it to understand what’s going on here. I hope you guys enjoy! please let me know your thoughts~
“You were supposed to be here today” Taehyung reminded you, unconsciously tightening his hold on the phone as his low voice did a good job at letting you know just how upset he was.
You sighed, that alone letting him know you weren’t having a good time with said fact that was just not happening anymore either. “I can’t control the weather, love…”
Now, he knew that. Of course he knew that. But right then, he really fucking wished you did control the weather. That way you wouldn’t be stuck in another continent still due to a snowstorm that had delayed, if not cancelled, all flights that week — a stupid snowstorm that was keeping you away from him for longer than you should have.
It was a joke. It had got to be a joke.