#my inner demon took control and made this.... drabble (?)

[mochinon-yah]

Yk what maybe one of you will adopt the idea OR maybe the idea is already out there.... somewhere..... but anyway-

THE IDEA: (tw: yandere and uh gore‐ish stuff?? HELP IDK WHAT ELSE????)

So, you had an ex-boyfriend who was basically a playboy before he met you, but now, he's somewhat changed. You decided to believe him since you knew people could really change, well, at the very least, you hoped so. You gave him a chance, but he... ruined it.

You caught him sneaking around with another girl. Her blouse was messily open and there were a bunch of love bites on her neck, but the most (un)surprising part was that your boyfriend was on top of her. Ah. You should've expected it. People never change.

You broke up with him despite his pleas of sorry's and whatever. You didn't care and you didn't want to care. It hurt you, so you tried to avoid him like the plague. And you, of course, block him on every social media that he had. But oh no, he was still pursuing you! What a drag.

There were countless of letters appearing in front of your house, to which you just ripped it apart. But that was much better since you knew what to do and where to throw it away. It was when you started to get gifts from your ex that started to make it more... scary. (You somehow couldn't make the police move after showing them the countless threatening and bizarre letters)

It ranged from expensive stuff to stuff that was on your wish list, and even to stuff that you were not... expecting to get.

One day, coming home from an awful day of work/school/whatever, you were met with a big red box of something on your kitchen counter. Knowing who gave this to you, you rolled your eyes and simply opened to know what it was inside. You were just... curious. But you know what they say—curiosity killed the cat!

A strong smell of rotten hit your nose immediately. What an awful smell. When you thought that the smell was worse, you haven't seen what the gift was—it was a heart! A real one.

You stumbled down to the ground; your legs went weak at the sight of it. It was... not a normal heart you'd see on a tv drama or somewhere. It was... an abomination. Countless of different hearts were sewn together to make a heart symbol, or love, i suppose. The blood was still there too, making the box somewhat sticky inside.

It was... fresh?

You felt yourself wanting to throw up, but it stopped when you saw a shadow looming over your body. You looked up, and it was your ex standing from behind you.

"Surprise! Happy anniversary, love. Did you like my present? Oh, what am I saying—of course, you'd like it! I know you doubted my love after what had happened, so I took the liberty to take hers and my other exes' and also your exes' heart to make a love! Now, you won't doubt my love for you, right? It's a gift full of effort, so you better be grateful for it!"

He grinned, a psychotic look on his face as he watched you quiver in fear.

[minminbunny]

Stalker X Stalker AU - Photograph Lurker! Hwang Hyunjin/Monster Lover Gender Neutral! Reader

*smut part - AFAB/AMAB

*dead dove do not eat, very dubious consent/pussy_cock_rim pump

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"I look crusty," you grumbled, turning on the filter. 'Snap' a picture was taken. It was cute. A cheeky duck face with the view of the window behind you. "Pretty," you thought, staring at the picture a bit longer. Your fingers grazed the window at the lurking figure at the edge. You wouldn't have noticed it if you weren't editing that one fine day, but since then, it has always attracted your gaze.

You licked your lips and took another photo, a casually up view with your lashes batting on the screen. You knew the figure could see the exact pose you were making, you wanted them to see. You sighed, wishing they'd be bolder, maybe show you a glimpse of their face but you knew that wouldn't happen. You lay in your bed, chest raising and falling at a languid pace, you wanted them to keep staring, keep watching your body.

One that you used to avoid looking at in the mirror until their presence made you feel wanted. You didn't care who they were or what they were. They could be a shadow soul, a perverted virgin ghost and you wouldn't give a fuck. You grazed between your inner thighs, purposefully sending shivers down your spine, you wanted them to know that your body was quivering for them.

Hyunjin gulped, watching your sensual grazes. In his eyes, you were an angel. Pure and devoid of all lust. In his mind, you're his little highness. A muse so regal that he wouldn't dare to breathe in the same air as you. He bit his lower lip, wanting to worship your body within his palm. Wanting to slick your skin in balm just to watch it glisten under the lights. His cock grew hard but he dared not touch it, his pleasures can only come from you.

An orgasm so pent up that he knew it was bound to break, but today is not that day. He can control his desires. You sighed, getting off the bed to switch off your lights. "For shame," you murmured, wishing the figure would just come in and rail you like in your fantasies. You have always had a niche for horror. Instead of fearing the monsters, you always wondered why the directors gave them a long tongue if not for eating someone out.

Plasmic ghouls, demonic tendrils, a dragon, or even Scylla from the Greek mythos. The rosters of monsters you'd easily give consent to are concerning. However, you're couldn't help but feel aroused. Imagine a monster beneath your bed, slithering up to consume your leaky slick or maybe a monster with the urge to breed your stomach full with offspring. It was endless and alluring. You burrowed your face into your pillow, clutching a plush between your arms as your mind filled with erotic wet dreams.

"I'm doing it," you huffed, grabbing your Polaroid camera. Today was the day you wanted to see if you could lure the figure closer to you. You stuffed your journal into your bag, pens, stickers, and glue all packed up for your little escapee. Hyunjin watched you leave the house, his eyebrow furrowed at your enthusiasm, "Are they meeting someone?" He murmured, following close behind them.

Hyunjin tied his hair back, his stray bangs framing his face perfectly. It was odd to imagine a man like him being a stalker but if you knew his story, you'd think otherwise. Hyunjin sighed, popping a strip of gum between his lips, "My angel, why do you keep me on my toes?" He chuckled, watching you go around and take pictures. He knew he'd be in some of them by coincidence, but he couldn't help but be proud whenever you would snap a picture with him directly behind you.

'Holy fuck, he's hot,' you thought, staring at the person behind you in the photos. Hyunjin looked nonchalant, his expression icy and cold but warmth instantly tingled between your thighs. You bounced on your heels, keeping the photos in your bag as you found a bench to rest. You looked around you and saw no one, you were sure that your privacy was secure when you opened your journal and started to decorate it.

Messy kiss marks, harsh scribbling of hearts as you portrayed your desperation onto the paper. Hyunjin stood behind you, his gaze glued to the back of your head. You continued your little scrapbooking before picking a flower by the side of the bench. "He loves me," you whispered, tugging off the first flower. "He loves me not," you said, tugging off the next. Hyunjin furrowed his eyebrows, 'Who's he? Do they have a crush on someone?' He thought, anger filling his senses at the thought of another person touching your skin.

Marking your flesh, he couldn't have that. You're his. "He loves me," you said, tugging off another petal. There were only 4 more petals left. You tug off another, and another and another until you reach the last petal, "He loves me," you giggled, taping the exact petal into your journal. Hyunjin clenched his jaw, his eyes empty and cold.

You held up and took a photo, you made a little heart shape when the camera took a loud 'Snap'. When the film was developed, you stared at it only to see the figure standing right behind you and his hands barely managed to wrap around your neck. Just as you were to turn around, Hyunjin covered your mouth, his palm laced with ground up sleeping pills. It didn't take long for the drugs to work and all you had to do was wake up.

NSFW BELOW CUT

AFAB

Pleasure coated your body the moment you grew conscious, your cunt felt full and tight, "What's happening?" You moaned, stirring awake. Hyunjin sat by the edge of the bed, your lower half bare to the chilling air, "Did you rest well, angel? I wanted to prepare your body for what's to come," he said, grazing your inner thighs. You stared between your legs only to see a toy you've never seen before.

Your cunt was so puffy and swollen that you almost didn't recognise it. Hyunjin grazed the pump, "This will make you sensitive, my angel," he said, staring up at you with a twisted grin. You arched your back, feeling the searing warmth of your cunt against your skin. It was wet, dripping and moist. You bit your bottom lip, "Are you the one who's been watching me?" You whispered, digging your nails into the sheets.

Hyunjin nodded, squeezing the pump in his hands, "You're such a beautiful person. The way you behave and smile and talk drives me insane. Everything about you drives me inside," he chuckled, gently kissing your thighs You clenched around nothing, your cunt plump to the brink of the pump, "Did you read my journal?" You asked, seeing the book wide open behind him.

He nodded his head, "My delusions crashed when I read it. My sweet little angel was so filthy. So deranged and corrupted. It was upsetting that I wasn't the focal of your desires until I flipped through more and saw picture after picture of a heart surrounding my figure. You wanted this, didn't you? I know you did. Your thoughts bled through the pages of that journal, angel," he chuckled, licking your inner thighs.

You mewled, gripping the sheets below, "Yes, I have. I craved you, sir. Please, break my mind?" You whimpered, your body tingling with pleasure you've never experienced before. Hyunjin moaned, "With pleasure," he said, his voice deep and primal.

"Fuck, hah, ah!" You screamed, the pump drove your sensitivity to the max with each thrust of his cock pounding your ribbed inner walls. You screamed into his shoulder, your nails digging into his back as you drew blood. Hyunjin hissed, your plump flesh engulfing his cock with a warmth he has never felt before. Your body quivered, mind barely coherent to think of anything else except the need to climax.

Hyunjin lifted your legs, forcing your body into a mating press as he drilled his hot veiny cock deeper and deeper within your gushing hole. Drool and tears coated your face so much that you couldn't tell the difference. Hyunjin growled, licking up your cheek in a sick desire, "Clench harder, angel. Don't hold back," he groaned, using his weight to thrust rougher at a merciless pace.

You screamed, clawing his torso as your body spasmed an orgasm. Hyunjin whimpered, biting his bottom lip so hard a trickle of blood dripped down his chin, "So tight, too tight," he gasped, holding back his pent up orgasm just to see you squirt. You sobbed out babbles of cries when he picked up the pace, utterly ruining your body and mind with the sheer need to claim you.

To etch this memory so deep in your head that you wouldn't to fuck any other monster that isn't himself. "Cum, cum, cum," he groaned, rubbing your plump clit in tandem with his through thrusts. Your jaw slacked into a silent wail as you squirted all over his lower half and yours. Hyunjin growled, his hands digging into the flesh of your thighs when his orgasm snapped within you.

Painting your ribbed walls with a thick heavy load of semen. Minutes go by and his cock was still pumping your canal full. A small bulge appeared beneath your belly button. A permanent claim over your body made his cock twitch in delight. You laid there and were satisfied with your sick fantasies coming true.

AMAB

Pleasure coated your body the moment you grew conscious, your rim and cock felt full and tight, "What's happening?" You moaned, stirring awake. Hyunjin sat by the edge of the bed, your lower half bare to the chilling air, "Did you rest well, angel? I wanted to prepare your body for what's to come," he said, grazing your inner thighs. You stared between your legs only to see a toy you've never seen before.

Your rim and cock were so puffy and swollen that you almost didn't recognise it. Hyunjin grazed the pump, "This will make you sensitive, my angel," he said, staring up at you with a twisted grin. You arched your back, feeling the searing warmth of your rim and cock against your skin. It was wet, dripping and moist. You bit your bottom lip, "Are you the one who's been watching me?" You whispered, digging your nails into the sheets.

Hyunjin nodded, squeezing the pump in his hands, "You're such a beautiful person. The way you behave and smile and talk drives me insane. Everything about you drives me inside," he chuckled, gently kissing your thighs You clenched around nothing, your rim and cock plump to the brink of the pump, "Did you read my journal?" You asked, seeing the book wide open behind him.

He nodded his head, "My delusions crashed when I read it. My sweet little angel was so filthy. So deranged and corrupted. It was upsetting that I wasn't the focal of your desires until I flipped through more and saw picture after picture of a heart surrounding my figure. You wanted this, didn't you? I know you did. Your thoughts bled through the pages of that journal, angel," he chuckled, licking your inner thighs.

You mewled, gripping the sheets below, "Yes, I have. I craved you, sir. Please, break my mind?" You whimpered, your body tingling with pleasure you've never experienced before. Hyunjin moaned, "With pleasure," he said, his voice deep and primal.

"Fuck, hah, ah!" You screamed, the pump drove your sensitivity to the max with each thrust of his cock pounding your ribbed inner walls. You screamed into his shoulder, your nails digging into his back as you drew blood. Hyunjin hissed, your plump flesh engulfing his cock with a warmth he has never felt before. Your body quivered, mind barely coherent to think of anything else except the need to climax.

Hyunjin lifted your legs, forcing your body into a mating press as he drilled his hot veiny cock deeper and deeper within your gushing hole. Drool and tears coated your face so much that you couldn't tell the difference. Hyunjin growled, licking up your cheek in a sick desire, "Clench harder, angel. Don't hold back," he groaned, using his weight to thrust rougher at a merciless pace.

You screamed, clawing his torso as your body spasmed an orgasm. Hyunjin whimpered, biting his bottom lip so hard a trickle of blood dripped down his chin, "So tight, too tight," he gasped, holding back his pent up orgasm just to see you squirt. You sobbed out babbles of cries when he picked up the pace, utterly ruining your body and mind with the sheer need to claim you.

To etch this memory so deep in your head that you wouldn't to fuck any other monster that isn't himself. "Cum, cum, cum," he groaned, rubbing your plump cockhead in tandem with his through thrusts. Your jaw slacked into a silent wail as you squirted all over his lower half and yours. Hyunjin growled, his hands digging into the flesh of your thighs when his orgasm snapped within you.

Painting your ribbed walls with a thick heavy load of semen. Minutes go by and his cock was still pumping your canal full. A small bulge appeared beneath your belly button. A permanent claim over your body made his cock twitch in delight. You laid there and were satisfied with your sick fantasies coming true.

[byeoltoyuki]

✧ Memories of us ✧ My muse

↳ Pairing: Jisung x Reader

❧ Genre : romance / smut /fluff / 1st love to strangers to lovers

❧ Summary: Sometimes memories are just that. Memories.

A series of drabbles about you and Jisung, about your love and your heartbreak and a second chance.

❧ A/N: Did Volcano inspired me for this one? Maybe a little... Enjoy!

Likes and reblogs are appreciated. <3

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Picnics with your friends were always a mess. Not because you made a mess, but because when together, you were a bunch of loud kids, forgetting half of the time that you were in fact not alone in the park. But did it ever stop you from being yourselves? Never.

Just like many of your Saturday afternoon, you met with your group of friends. The only mention of the picnic and their immediate response was a loud and cheerful ‘yes’. Everybody came; Yunji, Changbin, Minho and of course Jisung. Just like every time you met, you took your favorite spot by the artificial lake. You and Yunji had brought blankets to spread on the grass, along with snacks and homemade sandwiches. Changbin and Minho were in charge of drinks which often involved an unreasonable amount of beer and few softs. Jisung, on the other hand was in charge of the music. Sometimes he brought his speakers. Today, however, he brought his guitar.

Him being your crush, you of course knew all about his love for music. On more than one occasion, you had the chance to witness by chance (or maybe because you were secretly stalking him) him playing his guitar. Sometimes he would choose to play one of his songs, wanting your opinion. As if you could be objective whenever he was concerned.

“Who are you trying to impress today?” Yunji joked as she eyed Jisung’s guitar.

Jisung’s immediate reaction was to glance at you which caused your heart to skip a beat. His action, of course, didn’t go unnoticed, not by Yunji and definitely not by Changbin and Minho.

“Ohhhhh.” Yunji chuckled, “So you’re trying to impress our little Y/N?”

“As if he needs it.” Minho coughed and muttered which earnt him a nasty nudge from Yunji and a glare from you. Yunji, of course, knew about your not so little crush on Jisung, and sadly and very unfortunately for you so did Minho. Not because you told him, no, despite being friends you weren’t close enough. But Minho had always been a very observant person, he saw everything and he saw right through you.

“Consider me already impressed.” You said and averted your eyes from your friends who were about to start bickering for no valid reason. Jisung, on the other hand, was grinning.

“What if I want to seduce you?” He said and leaned closer to you, trying to fluster you.

Someone was being particularly cheeky and bold today, you thought. You didn’t mind this behavior, in fact, you were pretty used to it but most of the time it happened when the two of you were alone.

“You might need to work harder.” You lied. You hoped you sounded confident, you didn’t need Jisung to figure out how you felt. Not yet.

Despite your attempt at playing nonchalant, Jisung didn’t get discouraged.

“You might regret it later.” Changbin commented as he took bite of his sandwich. “Jisung wrote a song for the girl he likes.”

You expected Jisung to deny it, but he didn’t. Instead, he stared at his guitar, thinking about what he should do next. You, on the other hand, couldn’t ignore the jealous monster inside you. Was there someone Jisung liked and you weren’t aware of it?

Your grip on your beer tightened as you fought your inner demons. So what if Jisung liked someone, you told yourself. Before being your crush, he was your friend and as his friend, you had to be happy for him. No matter how much your own heart ached at the thought of seeing him in someone’s else arms.

“She’s a lucky one then.” You found your voice again and smiled. What a good actress you were. Apparently, Minho agreed with your thought as he looked at you, impressed with the control you had on your emotions. “I still kinda want to hear the song though.”

“How can I say no to my angel?” Jisung chuckled and grabbed his guitar.

“Please don’t.” Changbin groaned beside him. They had been friends for years, but Changbin still couldn’t deal with Jisung’s cheesiness. Every single time, it made his skin crawl.

Jisung stuck his tongue in response. “You’re just jealous of what we have. Hater.”

You shouldn’t be blushing at his words, but you were. What you had was a nice friendship that sometimes seemed like something more. Sometimes, it confused you but you reasoned yourself. It was just how Jisung was; touchy, cheeky, lovable.

“Hater my ass.” Changbin mumbled and stuffed his mouth with the rest of his sandwich.

You held your hand over your mouth, trying to stifle a laugh but the shake of your shoulders betrayed you, making Changbin throw a chips at you. “Sorry, sorry.” You were so not sorry.

“Don’t waste food!” Minho scolded Changbin and pointed, looking scary as hell in your opinion, his fork at Changbin. Nobody messed with food, not under his watch.

Yunji slapped his hand, siding with Changbin (just to spite Minho because it was her favorite hobby). “And you, stop being a menace.”

You said it before; your group of friends were a mess. A lovely mess.

Before the situation could get out of hand, which would probably result into a fight between Yunji and Minho and Changbin trying to step between them – Jisung started playing his guitar. At the first notes, everybody shut their mouth and averted their attention on him. And so did you.

The moment Jisung started singing, your heart beat a little faster. His voice always had this effect on you, especially when he was singing. There was just something about Jisung when he played his songs that was so enthralling, magical. You drank his every words, every notes.

I'll protect you it's okay to hurt I'll embrace the wounds you shed To me, you're already a sin I can't refuse because you're sweeter than evil

Whoever inspired Jisung was clearly important to him. You closed your eyes and for a short moment you allowed yourself to imagine that this song was for you, about you. You allowed yourself to imagine that there was nobody else in this place except for the two of you. You imagined him finishing the song and you applaud him because he had created another masterpiece. You imagined crawling closer to him and kissing his soft lips to thank him. But then, you opened your eyes and reality dawned on you.

Jisung was not yours. Not then and not now.

[sweetestlamb]

Lighting Up Your World (Forever)

MoonMun Wedding Special! 

Summary: "Are you crying?" She teases, "I never thought I'd marry a crier."He scoffs denying her accusation, stealthily wiping a lone tear. "I'm not crying."She looks at him skeptically, before smirking mischievously, "Mmmm you do look so pretty when you cry though.

Author’s Note: These are still not all the details I wanted for the wedding but unfortunately life is catching up with me and I go back to work on Tuesday, this means I won’t have much free time to write. Wrote the majority of this today in one sitting, so I’m sorry if it feels rushed (it kinda was lol) I hope you guys enjoy this! This might be my last story for a while, but I promise to try to write some drabbles here and there and help keep this beautiful fandom alive. Thank you guys for the best summer, I had the best time!! 

"We looked so happy." He says aloud, fondly looking at their smiling faces shining back at him, the light from his phone glowing in the dark of the room. He'd taken a selfie of Mun-yeong and himself after her first successful swim, it'd taken her five tries but she had succeeded, battled her demons and came out stronger albeit wetter as well. The pride that had colored her face had to be savored and disregarding any watery harm that could become his phone, he'd hastily snapped a candid picture of them. Her soaking wet from her splashes before something slippery had touched her foot and she'd left the water, declaring it had to be a shark. He'd snickered at her, eyes bemusedly glancing around at the still lake water.

In the photo their faces were pressed together, her rosy cheeks mashed against his own. Her eyes had disappeared into half moons beaming with joy, his smile was free and unguarded. He almost didn't recognize himself. Happiness unnatural on his face.

A year ago, driving aimlessly with her had ironically led him to finding himself. It wasn't an epiphany per say, there was no definitive moment that unconcealed his inner being. Rather he'd seen the extent of himself, how happy he could be if he allowed happiness in. If he stopped slamming the door shut every time he felt glee running through his veins. She'd been the first bang at his door and hadn't stopped since they met. The trip was once in a lifetime. He'd fallen for her long ago but seeing her on that trip made him truly understand what love was. What it meant to love her. All-consuming.

They weren't perfect, they still fought. Slamming doors and crashing into the van walls tangled as they ripped their clothes off and fell into angered fits of passion. They worked on apologizing with words too instead of actions, but at times actions spoke louder for both. They also smiled so much so his cheeks ached from it, holding her in his arms felt like a gift. It was the best time of his life, he embraced the good and the bad.

She shuffles in the bed, rolling into him and accidentally knocking the phone from his hands. Simultaneously knocking him back into reality. Even in the depths of slumber demanding his full attention. He can't control the loving way his eyes peruse her face, gorgeous under the soft moonlight trickling in through their sheer curtains.

After the trip the thought of sleeping without seemed unfathomable and surprising him once more Sang-tae had been the one to encourage him to move into her room. "I'm an adult, I can't share a room with my little brother. See if Mun-yeong wants you, I need space. I'm an adult Moon Gang-tae, you can't sleep in my room." His brother uttered those words as he'd pushed him out the door of said room, his meager belongings stuffed haphazardly into a book bag. He feigned indignation before all but skipping to join Mun-yeong in her, no their new room. 

Her smile when she came in and saw him putting his clothes away in an empty drawer had been so beautiful, so soft and vulnerable. He didn't fight the urge to collect her into his arms, as they fell into bed. He was right where he was always meant to be.

A year later, he's still here. With his first love, his only love. His heart beat. His bulldozer. His tempest.

"Aishhh... Why are you awake? Do you want to have some fun? Again?" Her sleep raspy voice is filled with mischief and promise as she presses her naked body into his own slipping from slumber into consciousness with seductive ease. 

Putting the phone away he turns to her, eyes bright as he leers down at her offering. After a lifetime spent refusing the things he wanted most, he's ready to be indulgent, greedy even. Slowly he crawls over her, warm bodies melting into each other, her legs parting under his weight as he slides into the space given. A soft gasp falls from her swollen lips as he caresses her hip, fingers trailing in exploration.

"I like playing with you." Her eyes crinkle at his words, adorable half moons greeting him. Without hesitation he captures her mouth in a deep languid kiss, tongue parting her flesh and swallowing her subsequent moan. Capitalizing on her distracted state, he drags his hand down to her treasure, sighing as he feels her warm wetness. Arousal washes over him as her moistness coats his fingers as he penetrates with the tips of his fingers. Beneath him she writhes in pleasure, drawing him closer as she grinds on his hand.

Shifting he maneuvers himself, hard erection at her opening, their eyes meet as he breaks their kiss.

"I love you Ko Mun-yeong."

He means it. Loves her with every fiber of his being, and spontaneity spurs him on, driving his words. With a deep thrust he fills her, his name a sermon on her lips as her hands wraps around his neck.

"Marry me?"

Her eyes are clouded with desire, so much so that at first his inquiry only elicits stillness as her brain processes his word. He watches mesmerized as her eyes fill with tears, love leaking down her cheeks. A quiet sob shatters his heart but her answer sews it back together.

"Only you would turn sex into a marriage proposal." Her breathing increases as he draws back longer to plunge deeper into her, eyes ravaging her face. When she discloses no more words, lost in their tangled limbs and the incessant motion of him driving into her, he draws out completely, tip teasing her folds.

He chuckles at her annoyed huff, catching her hands as she tries to drag him back into their dance.

"This is emotional manipulation." She glares at him, enticing breasts jiggling from her long suffering inhale.

He shrugs, "You've done worst. You almost ran me over one time." Cutting off her rebuttal, he presses a single digit to her mouth, grabbing her hand and removing the promise ring he placed one year ago.

She watches with rapt eyes as he meets her gaze once more, "Mun-yeong, will you marry me?"

Emotions swirl in her eyes, underneath the love he sees wonder and...doubt.

"I mean it. I really want to. I want you forever. I'm ready to turn that promise ring into your engagement ring. What do you think about forever?"

Her smile is bright enough to blind him, "Okay. Forever sounds like a good start." With gentle hands he places the ring back, perfectly fitting on the marked skin of her finger. The ring looks more beautiful than it did seconds ago, its purpose renewed.

After a not so gentle nudge, he laughs sliding back into her. They fall into a slow searching rhythm, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist as he thrusts into her.

"If you ever try to leave me I'll break your legs and drag you back." She promises.

He laughs louder, her declaration like a love letter. Their lovemaking somehow sweeter now and they find pleasure and solace in each other's warmth.

You're so warm.

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"Hyung, I have to tell you something."

Sang-tae glances at him momentarily, the scratches of his pencil on his notepad loud in the silence of the living room. The verbal confirmation that his brother has heard his words is a slight mmm he receives in response.

Taking a deep assuring breath he says with a nervous grin, "I'm going to marry Mun-yeong." Saying the words aloud forces a awkward laugh to explode from his chest.

He's marrying Mun-yeong.

His brain still struggles to wrap around that staggering reality. The urge to pinch himself to see if he's in a dream rises over him.

The pencil scratches pause and he hears the soft pat of the utensil hitting the pad and in a matter of seconds his brother is a ball of animated excitement.

"Married? My little brother is getting married? I'm so happy! When? I can't believe my little brother is getting married! I always took care of you but now you will be Mun-yeong's problem. Not mine."

He chuckles at his brother's pure reaction, ignoring the smidgen offense he feels at the latter part of his brother's exclamation, he's not a problem. If anything those two will be the death of him.

"We didn't set a date yet. I only proposed last night, I wanted you to be the first person I told."

His heart swells up when his brother jumps out of his seat to pull him into a tight embrace, Sang-tae has come a long way in showing affection. Giving him hugs and back pats on a regular now, he never knew how much he longed for that closeness with his brother until he received it. It makes him speechless every time his brother initiates a hug.

After a few seconds of their warm embrace he feels his brother pulling away, then he says, "I have to go tell Mom. She should be the second one to know, she's going to be so proud. Moon Gang-tae is getting married. You're an adult too."

"Let's all go tell her together."

When he enters the room to ask Mun-yeong to join them in telling their mom, he finds her at her vanity looking effortlessly glamorous in a bold yellow silk dress, although she's in front of the mirror her eyes are locked on her hand, her ring more precisely.

He watches her silently captivated by her and the open awe that is filling her eyes to a brim. She lightly touches the ring with her index finger seemingly lost in the glimmer of the diamond.

"Hi." He breathes out, chest tight with emotion.

Slowly she turns to look at him, those eyes now directed at him and he can feel her love surrounding him like a thick wool blanket.

Holding out a hand he says softly, "We're going to tell my mom about our wedding. Let's go."

Without even a moment of hesitation she takes his hand, smiling tenderly at him. He draws her into his arms, engulfing her in his strong arms. He sniffles as he breaths in the fresh floral scent of her hair, magnolia sweet.

"Are you crying?" She teases, "I never thought I'd marry a crier."

He scoffs denying her accusation, stealthily wiping a lone tear. "I'm not crying."

She looks at him skeptically, before smirking mischievously, "Mmmm you do look so pretty when you cry though.

A vibrant red blush blooms on his cheeks as he coughs at her praise, still not comfortable with direct compliments or comments on his looks.

She gleefully watches him squirm before grabbing his hand, "Lets go pretty boy, we have a wedding to plan."

The drive to the hospital is boisterous as Sang-tae and Mun-yeong cheerfully discuss the wedding, he merely listens and nods along. Content just hearing how excited they are.

When they tell his mother about his upcoming nuptials, the tears flow freely. When Mun-yeong trails off to fix her makeup in the bathroom and Sang-tae wonders off to greet the patients in the hospital he has a private moment with his mother.

"Mom. I wish you were here, I miss you so much. Mom, I'm scared. I know you didn't mean to but I grew up thinking you only had me to take care of hyung. I'm so happy right now it scares me. I don't know if I deserve this. If I deserve her." He falls to his knees, suddenly a stray leaf falls on his shoulder and he looks at his mother in surprise.

Blinking through his tears he hiccups, "Thank you mom. I'm going to be happy. I'm going to live a life you would be proud of." With a final sob he stands, putting his mother's leaf in his pocket.

The drive home is quiet, emotions saturating the air. There is no need for words.

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"It's too...common." Mun-yeong dismisses another elaborate wedding dress as the store clerk runs off to bring her another.

Ju-ri and her mother watch in genuine shock, the dress in question was anything but common with it's pearl detailing and mile long train. They'd both been similarly baffled when the writer pulled up to their house and announced her wedding and demanded that they all go dress shopping. 

Ju-ri felt her mom's wary eyes on her face, gauging her reaction. Their was none except happiness, she'd long given up her crush on Gang-tae, Sang-in's persistence wearing down her walls. He wasn't perfect but he made her feel special and Gang-tae had never done that. She'd also come to consider Mun-yeong a friend, finally recognizing that she never hated her, jealousy had been the driving force in their antagonistic relationship.

So she'd been honored when Mun-yeong had invited them to choose her dress, even inviting Seung-jae along, the art director squealing in excitement at the news of nuptials.

To no shock to anyone, Mun-yeong's taste was extravagant and every gown that had been shown to her simply didn't meet her high standard.

She watched with sad eyes as Mun-yeong seemed to gravitate to her mom, wordlessly asking for her opinion with her eyes. They had grown close in the past year, at times she found the two together in the house after work, her mother nagging Mun-yeong about eating as she piled food onto her plate. Mun-yeong would grumble about her persistent nagging but every Thursday like clockwork they would have dinner together.

Mun-yeong walks out in another jaw-dropping gown, off the shoulders with a cinched waist and full dress, resembling a princess from a fairy tale. They all ohh and ahh at her, sans her mom who merely looks inquisitively, eyes locked on Mun-yeong's face.

The store clerk is all praise and compliments, flowery words bursting free like a dam, "You look gorgeous! This is the dress! Your husband will be blown away!"

Mun-yeong looks over her shoulder, face impassive as she peers at her vision. Unimpressed she responds, "My husband will be blown away by my face alone."

Ju-ri chuckles under her breath at the clerk's barely concealed annoyance.

Her mother speaks up, "Try the next dress I picked it out. I think it's quite lovely." Mun-yeong's eyes are shining as she goes to the dressing room, Ju-ri is certain that dress will be the one.

The dress is exquisite, the bodice immaculately detailed with embroidered floral swirls that bleed into the body of the dress, which is equally gorgeous with effervescent sheer material that falls in powdery waves, bellowing up when she twirls around with a radiant smile on her face.

"Wow." They all gasp at her, knowing that this will be her dress. This dress was meant for her, they're all in agreement.

No one mentions how that dress was taken from the hands of another hopeful bride, how Ju-ri had distracted the woman as her mother sneakily took the dress and snuck in his Mun-yeong's dressing room. Then Seung-jae had innocently stared at the woman convincing her that no such dress had been there, as they all giggled and left her to her confusion.

Ju-ri begins to pack up ready to leave the store before Mun-yeong speaks, "We're not done yet." She suppresses a sigh they'd been at the store for hours now, Mun-yeong scaring off the first two clerks who had attempted to help her. The first bringing a dress so plain and unappealing that Mun-yeong had declared she was trying to sabotage her wedding before threatening to twist her neck. It was a wonder they were not instantly removed.

"You all need to get dresses too especially you Ju-ri, I can't trust you to not show up to my wedding looking like a country bumpkin." They glare at each other as Mun-yeong's eyes run up and down her outfit-a frumpy but comfortable t-shirt and loose jeans- in disdain.

"Yah! Don't insult my sweet daughter!" Her mother rushes to her defense yanking Mun-yeong's ear harshly.

"I'm not insulting her! It's the truth she dresses like a little boy!"

Ju-ri laughs loudly as her mother's grip tightens as she punishes Mun-yeong. Basking in the chaos around her.

Hours are spent until they all have dresses for the wedding, Mun-yeong slamming her card down ignoring her mother's protest as she pays for everything.

The small smile on her face reveals how important this trip was to her, how significant they’d all come to be in each other’s life. 

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She gets a call from one of Gang-tae's university friends imploring that she come and collect her wasted fiancee. She rushes to the car, knowing that the ants will be even more insistent in his drunken state, driving at a breakneck speed she arrives in no time.

All eyes dart to her as she enters, casually dressed in a denim mini dress and knee high brown boots, ridiculously tiny Louis Vuitton handbag dangling from her wrist.

"Mun-yeong! Hey! That's my fiancee! She's so beautiful..." Gang-tae's slurred voice grabs her attention, easily identifying him in a corner of the dingy bar. She makes sure not to touch anything as she approaches their table.

Gang-tae's friend wave sheepishly at her as she eyes the exorbitant amount of empty beer and soju bottles on the table. He'd promised to stay within his limit which they'd found was embarrassingly low, from his vivid scarlet cheeks it was evident that he did not keep his word.

"Are you trying to kill him before we get married?" They all flinch jumping at the low cold register of her voice, frozen under her glare.

"Yah! Don't glare at my friends, they're scared of you already." Gang-tae chastises her, pulling her into his lap, pressing a wet peck on her cheek. She smacks his shoulder complaining about the heavy stench of alcohol on his breath.

"You said you were only going to have two beers. Why are you so drunk? You're so annoying."

"They kept buying me more, it's not my fault." He whines, head falling on her shoulder, warm breath tickling her neck.

One of Gang-tae's friends finally speaks up, the only one brave enough to do so, "That's not technically true. We bought you two beers and tried to cut you off you demanded more."

His bravery seems to embolden the rest who all nod and hum in agreement, another speaking up, "And you started drinking our beers."

"Then you started singing about your pretty fiancee and how much you loved her and wanted to kiss--"

Gang-tae slams a hand on the table, flushed face hiding his blush but his red ears reveal the truth, "I wasn't screaming.... It's this room. Everything echoes, I sound louder here."

She looks at him in disbelief, containing the smile that's itching to come out. He's so cheesy. Maintaining her icy facade she pretends to be bothered by his actions.

Before she can pin them under another icy glare, the waitress appears next to them, "Just checking on you all, do you need anything else?" She asks, eyes slightly widening when she sees Mun-yeong perched on Gang-tae's lap. Signs of a hungry disillusioned ant.

"Gang-tae?.." immediately Mun-yeong's eyes narrow at the waitress lack of honorifics, far too familiar addressing her fiancee.

"Do you know my fiancee that well? You're speaking to him very casually."

"You're fiancee...I didn't know.." She trails off blushing as she glances at the ground.

The waitress flounders under her hard stare as she grabs the lone knife on the table, using it to punctuate her next words, "Consider this your first and only warning then, don't salivate over my fiancee. Or I'll cut out your tongue." She stabs the knife into the table, smiling serenely as everyone looks at her in horror.

Grabbing her mouth the girl rushes away before inquiring if anyone else needs anything.

"Mun-yeong ah I told you to stop threatening people. She's nice she always gives me free drinks."

She jolts at the revelation, hopping out of his lap and grabbing his arm, "We're leaving right now. You are not allowed to come back here ever again."

Without a word to his friends at the table who are watching with gaped mouths, she drags him from the bar shoving him into the driver's seat, angrily buckling him in.

After a few minutes driving he breaks the silence.

"Are you jealous?" He smirks at her.

"Shut up." She retorts, making sure to accelerate over speed bumps.

Then somewhere along the drive she starts to feel his hands caressing the naked skin of her thigh. When she gazes over she meets his glossy unfocused eyes, she looks down at the wondering hand with a raised eyebrow.

"What are you doing?"

Running his hands even higher, he looks at her with innocent eyes, "Nothing."

Rolling her eyes she looks back at the road, trying her best to ignore his provocations.

Her breath hitches as his fingers reach the edge of her panties. She wiggles in her chair in complete shock at his bold move.

"You're really drunk aren't you?"

He hums in response, fingering at her panties, poking under to meet naked skin.

"I wanted to do this as soon as I saw you come in. You've been wearing shorter dresses lately. It's driving me crazy."

She's flabbergasted at his confession, completely unaware that he paid attention to what she wore.

"Are you doing this on purpose? Are you trying to tease me?" He sticks his hand inside the thin lace of her underwear, nudging at her warmth, her eyes roll in the back of her head.

She's unprepared for his finger to suddenly sink into her, as he leans dangerously over the console to torture her.

"What are you doing?" She hisses trying with all her might to stay in her lane, swerving before righting the car with a firm pull of the steering wheel.

She moans as he sinks in deeper, knuckles deep in her wet center, his eyes enraptured in his own movement under her dress.

"Pull over." He commands leaving no space for a refusal.

She obeys immediately, body vibrating from pleasure.

He unbuckles them both before tugging her dress further up her torso, then tugging her panties down her hips, leaving her bare for his viewing.

"Put your hands on the steering wheel, don't move them."

Her breath stutters at his dark seductive tone, before placing her hands around the steering wheel.

"Good girl." He praises her, rewarding her with two fingers plunging into her empty hole, she groans at the sensation, widening her legs tempting him to take more. He raises to the challenge, thrusting into her harder, curling his fingers to scrape at her walls.

"Please, please." She begs, thrashing in her seat as pleasure coils in the pits of her belly.

"Touch yourself."

Lightning fast, she releases the steering wheel and presses an urgent finger against her swollen nub, rubbing at it roughly, teetering on the edge, his voices shove her over, "Come, my beautiful fiancee come for me."

Her walls clamp down on his fingers, squeezing tight as he continues to thrust into her, eyes locked on her face openly watching her fall apart on his fingers.

She sighs, pressing her head into chair and closing her eyes to savor the euphoric thrill that shoots through her bloodstream.

Her eyes snap open at the soft familiar sound that comes from his direction.

He's snoring, head lolling awkwardly between them fingers still deep inside of her. She can't help the shocked laughter that bursts from her chest.

"I'm marrying a psycho." She chuckles to herself, pushing his hand away and driving back onto the road.

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Planning for the wedding goes off without a hitch, she reluctantly asks Sang-in to be their announcer at the wedding, pushing him away when he begins to obnoxiously cry on her shoulder.

The idiot does find them a beautiful venue, a grand hall overlooking the ocean with outdoor seating and a surplus of cherry blossoms. She complains about the nuisance petals but the way Gang-tae's eyes sparkle when he sees the location makes her decision an easy one.

Every minute detail is organized, all t's are crossed and i's dotted and suddenly it is the day before the wedding.

Her nerves are rampant, conjuring every issue that could plague the long waited day. Gang-tae's exuberance keeps her buoyed through her pessimism, his unwavering love pulling her from darkness and uncertainty.

She's sitting silently on the couch when she hears the front door open, taking a deep breath she calls out, "Gang-tae? Is that you?"

There's no answer and that piques her interest, pushing off the couch she walks to the entrance, calling out again, "Gang ta--"

Her voice tampers off as she sees who's at the door. Forced to look down to meet the huge eyes that are staring up at her, tears pooling before they spill over.

"Miss Witch?" Min-jo's small voice rattles her heart as she stands frozen.

She glanced at Gang-tae in question, they hadn't discussed this at all.

He shrugs with a huge grin on his handsome face, "I know you wrote her letters. I thought you would want her there."

"Can I hug you Miss Witch?" Min-jo pleads hopefully, already stepping into her space.

".....No. Don't touch me."

The brat ignores her, wrapping her thin arms around her knees in a tight embrace.

She doesn't push her away.

Immediately.

Sang-tae is unaffected by the sudden appearance of a small child in the house and happily greets her before dragging her to look at his newest fairy tale book, "Mother Tree".

The castle is bustling with life, joy and laughter, nothing like the home she grew up in.

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The wedding day arrives on a sunny summer day, the sun setting the world ablaze. She forces Gang-tae to get ready in a separate room, recalling an American movie she watched as a young girl. It was bad luck for the bride and groom to see each other before the wedding, they needed all the luck they could get.

Soon-duk pins her hair up, securing the braids she'd carefully twisted into a stylishly messy bun on the top of her head. Tendrils frame her face beautifully as she stares at herself in the mirror.

"Final touch." Ju-ri states pushing the tiara into her hair and lowering the veil to cover her face.

"You look beautiful!" Sang-in claps his hands in excitement, rushing over to peer closer at her. She simply nods in agreement, she does look beautiful no need to state facts.

"How about me? How do I look?" Min-jo curtsies in her hanbok, it had cost a small fortune to have it delivered in just a day but she had no regrets. The girl has squealed in amazement when she showed her the attire.

"You look enchanting, definitely the prettiest girl in the room." Sang-in coos at the child, getting goosebumps from the sudden temperature drop in the room.

"What did you just say? Do you have a death wish?!"

The idiot manager is saved by Jae-su peeking his head in to announce that the wedding is about to begin.

As he locks eyes with her he smiles, "You look...nice. Gang-tae is going to be blown away." She sniffs at his compliment, nodding her thank you.

They all leave the room quietly, patting her on the shoulder as if she's going off to war.

With a final glance in the mirror, she stands up and approaches the door. Ready to begin the next chapter of her life, their life.

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First, Min-jo comes out with a little basket in her arms looking adorable in her hanbok as she throws magnolias petals on the floor.

She grins at him before whispering, "You look like a real prince." He winks at her as she takes her seat in the front aisle.

Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.

Gang-tae chants to himself, shuffling in his suit, loosening his tie as he waits at the end of the altar. Jae-su announces his bride and his reaction is instant, at the first sight of her moisture runs down his face.

When he sees her finally, time slips away. Time stands still.

She's dazzling in a bellowing white dress that flows with every step she makes, her diamond studded tiara glimmering in the plentiful braids adorning her head. He doesn't breathe the entire time she walks down the aisle, breath stolen by the goddess before him.

He inhales when she stops before him, softly scoffing at him as she holds his hand, "You're already crying." Despite her callous tone she wipes the tears from his cheeks and squeezes his hands in comfort.

"The bride and groom will say their vows." Sang-in announces over the microphone, surreptitiously wiping at his own wet face. There isn't a dry eye in the room. He's in good company.

Taking a settling breath he starts first as they had discussed, "Mun-yeong, being with you has made me the happiest I've ever been. Before you I wasn't living, merely existing. You saw through my lies and saw my deepest desires, you never gave up on me every though I was stubborn. You're the only woman who's ever had my heart. You're my first love and...I want you to be my last."

He watches her lips quiver at his declaration of love, before a single delicate teardrop escapes. He brushes it away, drawing her into a warm embrace letting her find comfort in his arms, "I love you. I love you so much." He whispers into her skin, holding her together as she breaks apart.

With a shuddering breath she draws back, fortifying herself before reciting her vows, "Moon Gang-tae, I grew up never knowing what love was, thinking it was something only others would experience. You are the first person to ever come to my rescue, to treat me like I'm something precious and worth protecting. You gave me a family, for that I'll forever be grateful. I don't know what I did to deserve you but I'll fight for you everyday. I love you."

They gaze into each other's eyes, their relationship flashing before their eyes. Everything they've overcome, all the tears and heartbreak has led them to this moment. Destiny.

"Kiss her." Sang-tae nudges him impatiently.

He smiles listening to his brother, leaning over to lift her veil, revealing her gorgeous face before kissing his wife. Their first kiss as a married couple. He tries to keep it chaste but she's having none of that as she slips her tongue into his mouth.

The sounds of cheers fill his ears as he's kissed passionately.

"The bride and groom will have their first dance." Sang-in announces as the first note of Sam Kim's "Breath" fills the air.

I’ll remember the moment I laughed with you. I’ll remember the time I was holding you.

Her body is smooth temptation against his own, she'd slithered away after the ceremony only to return in a silky white dress that hugged every curve of her body. It would take every bit of control to stop himself from dragging her to the bathroom and ravishing her, the coy smile she flashes at him lets him know she is well aware of her effect.

Wrapping her in his arms, they sway to the haunting romantic lyrics of the song, bodies firmly pressed together.

"You know what this dress is doing to me." He whispers, grabbing at her slightly to release some of the pressure in his pants.

Laying her head against the wide berth of his chest she hums, "I do. I plan on doing this to you for the rest of your life."

He groans at the threat wrapped in a promise.

He's looking forward to it.

Clink. Clink.

Jae-su garners everyone's attention with a sharp tsp of his fork against his champagne glasses. Gang-tae turns away from his wife, they'd been locked in another eye embrace, lost in their own world as they fed each other. 

"I'd like everyone's attention please."

Everyone stops and turns their full focus on Jae-su, Sang-tae hovering on his side, wriggling from his glee.

"Sang-tae and I have a few words to say to our little brother."

"He's not your little brother, he's mine. You're just his friend."

Jae-su sputters, glaring at Sang-tae. "He told me I'm his brother! Let me be apart of your family, stop rejecting me!"

Sang-in clears his throat in the microphone, loudly, eyes locked in Mun-yeong's glowering form, saving them both from her wrath.

Jae-su flinches when he sees the dark glare the bride is sending his way, swallowing nervously he presses on, "I've known Gang-tae for many years, we've been through everything together. When he first met Mun-yeong I wasn't sure what it would lead it. I thought she was a lun--an interesting woman!" He recovers quickly, ""But now I know I've never truly seen Gang-tae smile before, a true smile not his joker smile. Since he's met Mun-yeong his smile is real now. My little brother is truly happy for the first time in his life."

Sang-tae hastily steals the microphone, "You're not our brother." He adds first, making Jae-su sputter defensively before he continues speaking eyes locked on the couple.

"My little brother is a coward, he's never been brave or strong. I protect him all the time because I'm his big brother and it's just job. But Mun-yeong is strong too, she's one hell of a fighter and I know she'll always protect my little brother. We are a family, all of us." He pulls their mother's leaf from his pocket, adamant that their mother should witness the wedding and bringing the leaf with him. 

"Mom and I are so proud of you little brother, you have a wife now. You need to be brave and strong too, always protect her."

Gang-tae sniffles loudly as he listens to his brothers speeches, turning to Mun-yeong with a liquid smile. She only shakes her head before using a handkerchief to wipe his tears, the cloth was for her but he clearly was more in need of it. Spontaneously crying at any given moment. It was sickeningly endearing.

Everyone claps at the speeches, swallowing expensive bubbly champagne as the wedding swings into motion.

The music is loud as they all twirl on the dance floor, Jae-su and Seung-jae screeching into the microphone as they sing over the music blasting from the speakers. Mun-yeong considers cutting their microphone before Ju-ri pulls her away, spinning her around.

Min-jo captures her hand as well, joining them, happily jumping up and down completely out of sync with the music. It takes her a moment of dancing and being forced into picture after picture before she realizes that her husband is missing.

"Where's Gang-tae?" She asks Sang-tae who is drunk after one sip of champagne, he sways lazily to the music, fists pumping in the air.

He stumbles a little before answering her, "He went to the bathroom."

Pushing Min-jo into Ju-ri, she walks away without an explanation, the heat causing her dress to stick to her moist skin. She fans herself as she wonders out to find her wayward husband.

She walks down a dimly lit hallway, wobbly on her heels using the walls to support her as she searches for Gang-tae. She turns into an enclave, turning in a circle before retreating too intoxicated to walk any further.

Then she feels a hand clamp down on her wrist and drag her into a room.

It's the room she used to get ready today, the scent of her own perfume wafts around her making her dizzy.

"Are you looking for me my wife?" She sighs falling into his arms, delighted at the sound of her new title on his lips.

"Yes, where did you go?"

"I couldn't take my eyes off you in this dress....I needed a minute."

She perks up at his words, walking him backwards until he's pressed against the wall. His hands latch onto the satiny smoothness of her hip.

He groans at the invitation in her eyes, "They'll notice we're gone."

She shrugs nonchalant as she tugs at his bow tie, "You'd better be quick then."

He stares blankly before spinning them around and slamming her into the wall, immediately devouring her champagne flavored lips. Tongue swiping and plunging into her slack mouth, groaning at her firm grind into his erection.

Her fingers trail down his chest, stroking his abs before reaching his fly and tugging his zipper down the metallic sound sinfully loud.

He loses his mind when he slips his hand under her dress and meets bare hot skin. She'd been dancing all night with no panties.

"Mun-yeong, what are you doing to me?" He whimpers, fingering her and grunting when she readily accepts his invasion, spreading her legs wide and riding his finger. 

"I told you we have to hurry. I've been ready since I saw you in this suit." She tugs him against her, pulling up her own dress to rock into his cock, before spinning around to present herself to his ravenous eyes.

"Come on, husband. Fuck me."

Viciously pulling his length from its cloth prison he takes the rigid flesh in his hands, positioning it at her entrance before sinking into her, his arms planted on the wall beside her head.

The rhythm is immediately brutal, she surges back onto him and he thrusts forward, on edge from watching her all night, envisioning this very moment on loop. Drawing back only to plunge back in, over and over, hands sliding over her mouth smothering her harsh moans.

He twists her head forcing her into a dirty kiss that's all tongue, sucking her moans from her throat before they can escape.

Suddenly they hear voices in the hallway.

"Where did those two go? It's their wedding they can't just disappear." Jae-su complains loudly, whine in his voice.

"They're probably together doing something naughty." Seung-jae replies giggling as astute as usual, much smarter than people give her credit for.

"What? No way! Gang-tae would never do that!" He exclaims dismissing her claim as their voices fade down the hallway.

Gang-tae blushes embarrassment stilling his movement until Mun-yeong sinks back onto him, eyes narrowed as she glares at him.

"If you stop I'll kill you."

As if he could even if he wanted to, it feels too amazing.

The slap of skin against skin is hypnotic as two becomes one.

His balls tighten as he nears the end, he reaches down desperately finding her clit in one motion and rubbing against her until those smooth walls clamp around him, a little slice of paradise.

Pistoning into her wet depths, he falls over the edge groaning at she shakes in his arms, silently tumbling with him, milking him dry. Watching as she drags her nails down the wall, wishing that was his back, craving her marks and the pain.

Next time.

When they stumble back into the reception, he can feel the director's knowing eyes on him. Almost choking on his champagne when he's cornered and interrogated by the shameless ex-director. 

“Why are you smiling like that? Did you get some action?” 

The man slaps him hardily on the back, guffawing at his blush and telling him the wonders of young love and short refraction periods. He contemplates drowning himself in the water outside, but he dismisses the idea knowing his wife would follow him into the afterlife and drag him back only to follow through on her threat to break his legs. 

They dance all night, the stars twinkling above them. Neither seeing the shooting star flying across the sky, neither needing its elusive wish. 

Somehow, they make it home safely, both disgustingly drunk as they fall into their bed. They kisses sloppily until they pass out, clothes thrown on the floor as they pass out in tangled limbs on the plush mattress. 

She refuses to tell him where they are going for their honeymoon. Avoiding his question as she hands over their boarding passes and they get their passports stamped. She covers his eyes to prevent him from seeing where they are ended. 

When they are finally seated in their first class seats, he hears the pilot welcome them aboard and promise a safe trip to Africa. 

Where do you want to go? 

Serengeti. 

All his dreams are coming through because of her. 

[ciel-plusultra]

Welcome back, lovely!! I hope you're doing well! 💖 I was wondering if I could request a cute Sebaciel picnic drabble (or really just anything cute and naturey) pleaseeeeee?

Griever you absolute sweetie! 🥺 Yes of course! It would be an honor to give you a Sebaciel picnic! Thank you so much for the ask and for helping kick my butt back into gear with writing! I hope you’ve been doing well! 💕

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Ciel sighed. As lovely as the spring air was, the sunshine was not as welcomed. He was far too used to staying inside and working in his study, and the seemingly never ending drizzle and dark clouds that hung about the Phantomhive Manor. Due to the odd day of “beautiful” weather, Sebastian insisted that Ciel take a break from his work to enjoy his lunch outside.

The way the butler took care of him felt different. It wasn’t condescending, and Ciel never felt as if Sebastian was belittling or looking down on him. There was a shift in the demon, although incredibly slight. The more Ciel drifted into despair, the more the demon... Nurtured him. It seemed as if Sebastian noticed each and every change in his mood, and somehow he knew exactly what Ciel needed and would provide it before the earl had the opportunity to ask. It was annoying but also... Quite nice.

“My Lord,” Sebastian bowed and gestured to the blanket that was laid out in the garden. Surrounded by perfectly manicured rose bushes was the blanket, bright and inviting, and laying atop it was a basket. Ciel quirked an eyebrow.

“A picnic?” Ciel asked, unamused. “Sebastian, I have work to-“

“Forgive me, My Lord. What you need is a break. I’ve already calculated what’s needed for the remainder of your work day and I assure you that even including this picnic, you’ll be finished with work well before dinner time. Please, allow me.” Sebastian explained in a way that would typically make Ciel seethe. Bloody butler really did plan for any excuse. Sebastian opened a parasol and held it above his master, walking by his side the short distance to the garden and shading Ciel from the sun.

“Is this quite necessary?” Ciel grumbled, looking up at the parasol as they walked. Incessant butler. But... The shade was admittedly nice and less harsh on his eye. The sunny day was far from usual.

“It wouldn’t suit you to burn, Young Master. The burning is my job.” Sebastian remarked with a wink.

Demon humor. Lovely. Ciel bit his inner cheek to avoid an accidental smirk at the comment and sat down on the blanket. The garden spot was slightly shaded by trees, which Sebastian must have deemed as “shady enough”, as he put the parasol away for the time being. A cart was placed beside the blanket and Ciel assumed that it would hold tea and any sweets Sebastian decided were worthy of such a day.

There was a light breeze that whispered through the trees, bringing a welcome chill to Ciel’s warmed cheeks. It really was... Beautiful. He leaned back on his hands, tilting his face up towards the sky and closed his eyes. Far off in the distance, he could hear the servants bickering about... Well, frankly, he did not want to know. The picnic he had not even wanted quickly became something he refused to let anything ruin.

“Cucumber sandwich, My Lord?” Sebastian asked, opening the picnic basket and unfolding gingham fabric from around their packed lunch. It was a light lunch, but Ciel had no complaints. The last thing he really wanted was to eat anything heavy while in the sun. As basic as it was, it was refreshing and... “They’re one of your favorites, are they not?”

The tips of Ciel’s ears warmed slightly, but it was hardly the fault of the sun. He nodded at the butler. Perhaps it wasn’t a strange thing for him to remember. After all, Sebastian did bring Ciel all of his meals and knew what he liked and did not like. “Yes, I’ll have one.” Ciel agreed and leaned forward to take a sandwich from the basket.

He was met by a stern gaze. “Ah-ah-ah..” Sebastian said and clicked his tongue. The demon shook his head and slipped off his gloves, then picked up a cucumber sandwich.

“You can’t be serious, Sebastian...” Ciel accused, narrowing his eyes (although one was securely hidden) as the demon leaned close with the sandwich in hand, as if wanting to feed it to him. “Do you mean to embarrass me?”

“It’s not meant to be embarrassing, My Lord,” Sebastian informed him, a slight devilish smirk making an appearance over his lips as his voice dropped to a lower, velvet tone. “It’s meant to be... Romance.”

Ciel’s eyes widened. While things had changed, they’d never spoken so plainly about such things. Warmth spread over Ciel’s cheeks and he looked down at the sandwich, then held Sebastian’s wrist still as he leaned in to take a bite of it. He closed his eyes, basking in the taste of refreshing cucumber. Something about it being fed to him made it taste sweeter.

Always being around someone who never ate was frustrating. It was something that never frustrated him when he was younger, and he hardly had a care in the world that Sebastian always stood around and watched him it. But it felt different as times changed, and he wished to have a proper meal with him. A small gesture that seemed so small suddenly held so much weight.

Ciel was so lost in his thoughts and daydreaming that he didn’t notice Sebastian walking away while steeping the tea. The sunshine felt delightful when it occasionally warmed his skin. It was hardly out long enough to cause discomfort when the trees’ branches would sway with the wind, offering shade just when Ciel needed it. The weather was so beautiful that he could fall asleep laying there on the blanket.

“Your tea, Master.” Sebastian said in a quiet voice. It was as if the demon intentionally lowered his voice so as not to disturb Ciel’s peaceful moment. Strange. Stranger even yet that Ciel found himself thinking that he could never be disturbed by the demon. His butler held a pewter tray adorned with a teapot and teacup, and several red roses. Ciel blinked. When had he...? “Lovely this time of year, aren’t they?” He asked softly. Sebastian lowered himself to his knees properly on the blanket and laid the tray down, then picked up a rose and offered it to Ciel.

“Sebastian...” The earl breathed, unable to hide the surprise on his face. The demon seemed so peaceful in the garden. He seemed... Lovely. Ciel took the rose and brought it to his nose to take in the slight fragrance. It was wonderful. A light freshness that he wished to encapsulate so he could smell it anytime he wished to calm down or relax. Anytime that he missed... “Sebastian. I know I’ve already eaten, but will you eat with me?” He asked, still admiring the rose.

“My lord?”

Ciel brushed a fingertip over one of the rose’s thorns, pricking it just slightly. He winced at the feeling, although it was smaller than a pin prick and he had certainly felt worse things in his life.

“Ciel!” Sebastian exclaimed and covered his mouth with the back of his hand, trying to ignore the scent but it was too late. The demon’s eyes were glowing a bright crimson, and a thick black smoke radiated from him. His hand hid the starving demon’s hungry fangs. When he spoke, his voice was raspy and low. “My lord, I wanted you to have a nice break... Why must you...” Frustration was laced into his tone as he tried to hide his form from Ciel.

“Just a taste, Sebastian. Eat with me. That is an order.” Ciel commanded, not feeling the slightest bit afraid even though perhaps he should. The demon spent so long starving away in wait, and now Ciel tempted him with a taste.

Sebastian had no choice. He showed his face, a glimpse of his true face, to Ciel and reached out to take Ciel’s hand. There was a slight pulsing in the earl’s fingertip, a dull throb from the prick. He busied himself by smelling the rose from Sebastian, keeping his breathing and heart rate even as the demon lapped at his finger. There was a low growl followed by a momentary sucking feeling. “Sebastian.. Control.” Ciel prompted lightly.

Sebastian pulled away and turned away from Ciel for a moment. The earl gave his butler privacy to compose himself, to bring himself back to his facade. Another light breeze picked up, carrying the scent of rose with it and Ciel breathed in deeply to let it in. Spring felt... Nice. Perhaps Sebastian was onto something after all.

“Thank you, Ciel.” Sebastian said in the velvet smooth tone that the earl was used to. He poured tea for his master, seeming somehow even more revitalized than Ciel had ever seen him. The jasmine tea was a welcome pairing with the rose scent that Ciel had recently come to adore. How did the demon always know exactly what he needed before even he himself did?

“We should have meals together more often.” Ciel stated as if it was no big deal. Perhaps it wasn’t. “Look, Sebastian. That tree’s buds are opening. We shall check this weekend to see if they’ve bloomed.”

“Yes, My Lord. Spring is symbolic of a new start. It seems, Young Master... The trees are not the only thing in bloom.” Sebastian commented softly, laying another rose in Ciel’s lap and leaning in to press a kiss atop the earl’s head.

Ciel closed his eyes and, for the first time in a long time, allowed himself to smile genuinely and unguarded. The demon... his demon... was absolutely correct, as always.

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Thank you so much for the request, dear! I love your prompts, they’re always so wonderful! Hopefully I was able to do this justice. It’s nearly 2am but I was too excited to wait! 💙

[theclownandtheflame]

AIGHT FELLAS it's me ya slut writing a Gaius x MC fic so if you don't like Gaius or feel grossed out by the idea of a ship then DON'T READ IT haaaa no seriously don't read it. Also don't shame those who like it. PEACE! 🧚🏻‍♀️

Btw I didn't quite finish it bc idk my imagination gets dry sometimes and stuff. BUT if any of you want me to keep writing, then ask so and I'll do it! I'll do it either way but oh well ksksksks here we go!

Victim, Victim, Monster

A Gaius Augustine x MC drabble/fic

Written by @theclownandtheflame

DISCLAIMER: Some NSFW, slight mentions of PTSD (not romanticized tho!! ew!!)

Characters used &/or mentioned belong to Pixelberry!!! All rights to them even if they take ours on a daily basis

My mother language is Portuguese so please excuse my grammar should it be necessary!

MC's name is Athena because,, :)

Final warning for Gaius' haters: don't. read. below. the line !!!!!!!!

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"Athena, I did terrible things to you. I abducted you. I raided your mind. I tortured your friends. I killed you."

Funny how stating the obvious got him stuck in her mind the whole night. Fragile, the bloodkeeper clutched her pillow and busied herself with happier thoughts. As if there were any at times like these.

They had just escaped the island when its effects fully wore out. She couldn't blame "grandpa" for her restlessness, as much as she wanted to. So much to consider after trekking across the ugly truth and all she could think about was Gaius. Gaius Augustine.

She heaved a dramatic sigh before changing positions. Now, laying on her back, Athena realized this was probably the best night of sleep she's had in a while. Even if there was, like, absolutely no sleeping involved.

What kept her up wasn't the nightmares this time. Something about their talk, as eerie as it went, helped her conceal the fact his face would haunt her forever. Because, oh, it would.

"You can't sleep, can you?"

The agony, crawling under her skin, hit so deep she could hear his voice at any given time. Chewing on the inside of her cheek, she stared at the ceiling, counting sheeps for a change. No nightmares, no daydreams, but absolutely not a hint of tranquility.

"... Athena."

She huffed. If she knew coming to good terms with the enemy would bring him inside her head, she wouldn't have taken the high road. Her lips still tingled from the kiss she pressed to his cheek. The electric warmth shared upon breaking a boundary she would've never have crossed days prior.

If only her friends could see her now. Touching her lips with her fingertips. Thinking fondly of a monster they swore to kill.

"Are you asleep? Do you actually sleep with your eyes open? You are one strange woman."

"Leave, demon!" She hissed, forcing herself up to sit by the edge of the bed. Both hands rubbed at her temples as she whispered words of discouragement, praying to have her brain raided by better thoughts. A psych vampire who can't watch after her own mind was most likely a joke.

Until she glanced towards the door, slowly, blushing deeply at the owner of her inner voices who simply stared back in awe. So it wasn't her imagination playing tricks, huh?

He blinked. Fast.

"... Did you think I—"

"Shut up." She lisped. Her hands continued to cradle her head even as he walked in, eyebrows arched.

"I was hoping you'd be less fussy after our conversation."

Without expecting an invitation, he crossed the distance between them and leaned into the wall across from her.

Surprisingly she didn't budge. Not until her body flinched at the cold breeze that entered freely from the gap he left by keeping the door open.

"Yeah, so was I." The woman closed her eyes and took a deep breath to keep herself from shaking.

Once aware of the situation, Gaius snatched her pillow and tossed it on the door. It slammed closed from the impact, but it wasn't loud enough to startle the others.

"Hey!" She gasped, watching the scene with eyes wide. "Couldn't you just go and close it manually? Like, running for it? You're a powerful vampire, dude."

Entertained by her fright, he smirked.

"I'm also way too comfortable standing right here... dude."

Gaius Augustine was a monster. Is a monster. She couldn't really tell. Decades of cruelty couldn't be wiped out so easily, as Kamilah strongly suggested whenever she mentioned his name. Yet, the way he looked at her with a mixture of sorrow and regret proved it true: Rheya broke him whole.

He stood still, stiffening once their eyes met, and suddenly all she could see was a wounded hound looking for shelter.

"Why are you here?" She asked at last. A simple question that sent him looking for scrappers of answers he couldn't quite provide.

Why was he there, really? Because she's the only one who didn't give him a hard time? Because she knew how his mind worked, and therefore they had a reliable bond?

Because she's the only good thing left of the Rheya he once loved?

He needn't consider any further. That last possibility drained all colors from his face. Staring blankly ahead, his mouth slightly ajar, Gaius ignored her altogether and hurried towards the door.

"Wait!" She called out. Without further ado, Athena leaped to her feet and approached the man to lay a hand on his as it reached for the knob.

The look he gave her was a haunting one. Desperate. He couldn't bear looking at her face without feeling himself break further.

Oh, how the tables have turned.

He was terrified of her.

"I must leave." He blurted out, but his body remained unmoving. The gentle touch he felt on his hand moved on to his cheek, and suddenly he found himself leaning into it.

What the hell, Athena? What are you doing?, She thought. He abducted you, raided your mind, tortured your friends, killed you!

Their eyes met once more, and this time they didn't go astray. They glared at each other's hues while their heads swirmed with questions of where they stood and what they meant.

Victim, victim, monster.

Both experiencing a strong attraction that most likely came to life due to their shared fear:

To lose a purpose without making it right.

Pulling away out of a sudden, Athena turned on her heels and walked in front of a mirror. He followed short after, magnetized, his hands yearning to grasp her hips but resting on his belt instead. His towering figure could be easily seen behind her as a smile crept on her rosy lips.

"What?" He frowned. "What's so amusing to you that clearly isn't to me?"

Biting on her bottom lip, she gestured towards their reflections, believing it would be enough. By the way his lips puckered, it wasn't.

"We're vampires. Yet we can see ourselves on the mirror. Hollywood's fishy, isn't it?"

Sighing sharply not to roll his eyes at her foolishness, he leaned into her to touch the mirror's surface. The way his chest pressed into her back so that his palm could reach the glass made her heartbeats quicken.

The funny look he gave her through a squint was enough to say he heard them loud and clear. And enjoyed being the cause of it.

"You don't believe Vlad's tales, do you? It's outrageous. The man is a buffoon." He quirked an eyebrow. Looking at the mirror at the same time, the two shot each other challenging glares until she burst into laughter.

"Nah. He's not that great, by the way. I don't see the appeal... and I've certainly had better."

Wiggling her eyebrows, Athena fist-bumped the air upon spotting a crimson shade spread on his cheeks. He'd have pulled away to adjust his posture if she hadn't laid her hand upon his.

Her fingers grazed his until curling around them, her touch so gentle he could barely feel it. He closed his eyes when she laid her head back on his shoulder, and his arm slowly slithered around her waist in return.

Humming to herself, Athena shrunk into his arms and cherished the warmth of his hold. Then, the touch of his lips on her ear, of his breath tickling her skin.

"I do see the appeal in this." He growled, softly, making her body shiver from goosebumps. "Of holding you close to me instead of hunting you down. Of saving you instead of dragging you to harm's way."

The hand he had holding on her waist moved up to her breasts, hovering over her cleavage as he reached for a necklace as an excuse to his gestures. Her heart was entirely out of control at this point, beating faster by the minute – but she didn't care. She wanted him to be aware of his effects. Tilting her head, she brushed her lips across his jawline and smirked at the hiss she got in response.

"Well, there is a saying for that, y'know? Make love, not war."

Having distracted him with an array of kisses on his jaw, she reached back around her neck to unclip the necklace and toss it away. He needn't an excuse. Not anymore.

"So which one's gonna be? I'm warning you though, I'm great at waging war."

"You are infuriating." Without further notice, his hands clutched her hips to flip her around.

Once she could face him properly, Athena inched forth to try his lips for the first time, but he made sure to keep her at arm's length. His eyes, dark with lust, studied her frame before locking on her features. It's like he was seeing her for the first time, savoring the sight of something he craved despite unaware.

He took it in without a wish to kill but to touch, appraise, caress. Taste.

"Kiss me." She ordered, her voice but a whisper as his thumbs drew circles around her hips.

"No, Bloodkeeper..." He hummed, his nose brushing hers as he fought the urge to give it in. "I'm not so sure I am worthy of your lips."

Dodging temptation, he pressed a kiss to her cheek instead. A warm reminder that there's still good in this world as much as there could be in him.

"Goodnight, Athena."

She shook her head. He couldn't leave now, not when she found a way around the sharp edges of his heart. However, he was too determined to cut it short before it was too late. Even if something told him they were way past that.

Averting his gaze not to meet her hungry eyes, he planted one last kiss on her forehead and left with haste.

"Great..." She mumbled, more restless than ever. "Now I definitely can't sleep."

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[everlasting-deluge]

Say it. | k.th

↠pairing: kim taehyung ⇆ reader (female)

↠genre: supernatural, angst, romance, demon!Taehyung, human!Reader, drabble, oneshot

↠warning: mention of mental illness

↠words: 1.4k

↠A/N: It took me awfully long to post this, sorry. I've been busy with uni stuff but hopefully it'll be over very soon pray for me plz. And yesss... Here it is, my second fic!! I wonder till where I'll continue counting lol. Anyways, please enjoy the story tho it's hella cliché, you've been warned. Please don't forget to like or comment or whatever, feedback is really important for us, writers.

➸ You've found the warmth you seeked.

You closed your eyes once again, trying to even your breaths. The cold coming from the white-tiled floor was making you shiver uncontrollably. Your hands as cold as the floor were clenched on your heart, as if you were afraid of your gradually weakening heartbeats to be heard. How long it's been since you were in this state? You'd lost the track of time. Maybe minutes, maybe hours, even days perhaps... You didn't know shit anymore. You'd lost everything you loved, everything you cared. Even if you survived this, what were you going to do? Start all over again? No. You were lost, broken. There was no hope.

"Don't worry ___, I'm here. Open your eyes. Everything's going to be fine, I promise."

You refused to do as you told and look at him.

He never left you. He was always there, not minding your pleas, your screams begging him to disappear.

He was there still, and you knew that he would be there forever.

You shook your head.

Nothing's good and it will never be.

Not again.

"Please, go away. Please... I can't do this anymore. I'm tired, tired of all of this. I beg you, leave me alone. Get out of my head!"

You felt something warm on your arms, forming new goosebumps on your skin full of needle and scratch marks. Still, you didn't open your eyes. You heard him again then, whispering like always.

"Look at me ___, don't ignore me please. You, too, know that I'm a part of you. You need me as much as I need you. Don't you get it, sweetheart? I love you. And I know you love me too. Just say my name. I can help you out only then ___, acknowledge my presence. Just say it, and everything you desire shall be yours."

His husky voice echoed in your ears. Opposing to the coldness, something warm bloomed within you.

 You hated him. You hated how he could affect you only with a touch of his. But you hated yourself the most for being this weak, always giving in to his temptations.

You opened your eyes to meet with his brown and sometimes red ones. They always had this fire in them. You never managed to put a certain meaning into the dancing sparks in his pupils. Sometimes they shimmered with anger, sometimes with desire and lust... They had a new meaning every time you wandered your eyes on them like unlocking new parts of him. This time you saw something rather softer, not the destructive side of the flames but the protective one. As if they were ready to defend you from the coldness of the room, from all your inner demons. They promised you warmth and light.

Your eyes trailed down to the little mole on his nose. Then you directed your gaze to his arms and from there to his long hands, following them only to see where they connected with your skin. He was holding you like you were about to shatter into pieces. He was right to touch you like that though; with the state you were in now, you only had a few things to hold on to��one of those things being him. You never wanted to admit it, but you were glad that you weren't all alone in this hellhole.

Still, you didn't dare to say that poisoning name of his. You knew that if you were to spill that sinful word out of your mouth, you would never be you again.

You felt his intense gaze all over your body. Everywhere he stopped his eyes for more than a mere second was burning like it was on fire. The temperature of the room was rising nonstop.

He got closer hesitantly; you could feel his breath now, making you lose every control you had. He stopped inches away from your lips. You wondered how his lips would feel like. They were like clouds probably; so soft and kissable, looking so welcoming... You stopped yourself mentally just seconds before rising your hand to touch them.

His arrow-like eyelashes were highlighting the beauty of his eyelids different from each other.

You once again focused on his eyes solely and they found yours shortly after. He then parted his lips, making you do the same unconsciously. After a deep exhale he spoke,

"Say it ___, say my name. I always wondered how it would sound coming from your lips. Say it baby, let me hear it from you so I can give my all to you and only you. Just say the word and I'll be yours. But don't forget, as an exchange you'll be mine too. Forever..."

He captivated you, all of you. Your mind, your soul, your body... Everything was his at the end. You were only a fool who was pretending to be oblivious of the truth.

He had you from the start.

You had no power to fight back anymore. You didn't want to, perhaps. You were sure of only one thing: You wanted him, all of him.

You heard footsteps coming closer from the other side of the door, they would be there soon. He looked at you in the eye once again, desperately waiting for your decision. And right at that very moment you made up your mind. You weren't exactly sure about to the thing you were going to do do but you wanted to do it anyway. You only had yourself to lose, and you weren't afraid of it.

It was because of him. You trusted him. So you opened your mouth. In a tone only you both could hear, you said:

"Promise me. Promise me you'll never leave me, you'll never stop loving me. If you can, then I'm yours. 'Till the day I die..."

His hold on you got stronger, making you gasp a little. He cupped your face, rubbing your cheeks softly with his thumb and catching a drop of tear running away while at it.

"I promise you with my whole existence ___. You have all of me, I love you."

These words fluttered your heart and burned your skin even more. You got rid of all of your doubts. It was only you and him, for eternity...

Then you heard voices coming from nothingness. They appeared inside of your head all of a sudden, starting from whispers to screams, rising their volumes gradually. They were all saying the same word repeatedly like a mantra. Despite not hearing it before, even from himself, you knew that these voices were letting you know his name. It was reaching until the deepest parts of your heart. You closed your eyes and let the voices guide you. The emotions you kept away from the daylight, overflowed throughout your mouth:

"I love you too... Taehyung."

As soon as you whispered his sinful name deliciously, you felt the clouds on your lips. They were indeed soft and warm like how you'd imagined them to be. The kiss was slow but strong, sealing the deal between you both. Then you felt numb because of the heat. It was consuming all over your body; coming from his lips engraving yours, his hands embracing you dearly. You gave your all to Taehyung as you promised.

With a satisfying sound, his lips parted away from you and his forehead found its place on yours. He chuckled humorously,

"You said you would be mine 'till the day you die my darling, but I think it's going to last a lot longer than that."

"Have you heard about the girl from Section 9?"

"Section 9? Isn't it the place where they keep people with severe mental illnesses? What happened?"

"I heard it from the other nurses too, but... They say she disappeared into the thin air."

"Disappeared? You mean somehow she broke out, right?"

"No, it's the exact way I mean it. They checked the CCTV footage, questioned everyone who might have gotten involved intentionally or not, but they found nothing. It was as if she stopped existing, like she never had been there before."

"That's impossible, not logical at all! How did they find out she was gone?"

"Apparently, some nurses had been going to her room to give her daily dosage of medicine. But when they arrived, they realized there was no one in there. Nurses searched everywhere, soon to find only her clothes on the floor and a handful of ashes beneath them. It was as if she became fire and burnt herself, leaving only ashes as a relic."

[littlemeowmeowschimmy]

Pretty Little Thing [Seokjin x Reader]

Credit: littlemeowmeowschimmy

Song: Pretty Little Thing -- Too Close To Touch 

Requests opened // m.list

Genre: Angst 

Summary:  1190

“ Pretty little thing You know the way to make me weak But I'll stand up on your feet Shame on you for hitting where it most hurts Shame on me for listening “

Word Count: 

A/N: I’ve had this idea in my drafts for months tbh. I’ve been wanting to write this for a long time, however I just didn’t know who I wanted to do it with. I apologize for any of the rough content ahead. And yes, this is a very small drabble :) 

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There he fell. His mind was fuzzy and the metallic taste of blood accumulating at the back of his throat. Seokjin didn’t know what had come over him. How was he supposed to get back in the game? How was everything supposed to feel right? All of these questions circled his mind while he felt another blow from the right. What he was doing was toxic yes. He was seeking to get punished, no was seeking to feel something. 

He told himself that everything would be better. Yet, he hadn’t felt any different. Instead, he was letting himself get beat up. How he found himself in an underground boxing ring was another mystery. Seokjin wandered here because he couldn’t think of any other place to go. His mind wasn’t processing that he needed to fight, instead he was processing you. 

Trying to understand why all of a sudden you left. Why all of a sudden you didn’t explain yourself. These flags he should have caught on where completely dismissed. And yet, here he was letting another person beat the ever living daylight out of him. Seokjin fell hard against the mattress, his head pounding with agony. 

More blood splattered beneath him, his body going completely numb. He didn’t hear anything around him, because he was loosing himself. Going in and out of consciousness until finally, everything went black. His last thoughts were: 

Am I dead yet? 

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Yoongi sat next to Seokjin’s hospital bed. Watching his chest rise and fall, his legs crossed at the knee. His eyebrows were scrunched and his expression didn’t seem to show any anger. Yet his entire chest fumed with hatred. He knew how Seokjin had given his heart towards you, just based on conversations. He knew that you weren’t treating him properly and now, here he lied nearly on the brink of death. 

It took everything in his being not to track you down. He had to keep his cool somehow, and yet everything was bubbling out. The other members were in the small room, all bunched up together. Namjoon, pacing back and forth, Jimin and Taehyung resting on each other. Hoseok looking at his hyung whilst patting Jungkook’s back. Yoongi was the only one who sat next to him, keeping a close eye. 

The loud beeping of the monitor only keeping them grounded. No one said anything, the silent engulfing everyone. When they caught wind of Seokjin being rushed to the hospital, they had to keep it with little to no outbreak of news. Somehow it worked for an hour, but when they attempted to distract themselves with television, there Seokjin’s face was. 

“I can’t wrap my head around this..” Namjoon spoke trying to find the words after not speaking for five hours. He brought his hand up to ruffle his already messy hair. He was stressing out and it was evident. The way the side of his hair was poking out made it look like he had just woken up. 

“What is there not to wrap around?” Yoongi ponders still not engaging in proper eye contact. 

“Why would--” 

“Because he was heart broken.” Yoongi snaps his anger leaking out. “You saw him the other day. We didn’t think anything was wrong with him.” he was frustrated with himself. The fact that he couldn’t tell that his brother was hurting as much as he was, made him feel guilty. Jungkook snaps his head up, glancing at Yoongi yet his expression was mixed emotions. 

Everyone’s was to be accurate. No one had the right words to say, this was beyond anything they could imagine. Jungkook didn’t like confrontations much, so he tended to stay out of this conversation. There was something he wanted to say, but instead Hoseok pipes up. 

“Hyung,” he directs towards Yoongi. “You don’t have to blame yourself..” pausing as he could clearly see that Yoongi was about to snap again. “Jin-hyung is really good at hiding his emotions.” lowering his gaze for a second. “And yet, he was in this much pain.” 

Silence feel upon them once again. All of their eyes on their brother, silently praying that he’d wake up. Seokjin’s chest continues to rise and fall, still indicating that he was alive. Knowing that Seokjin was still breathing was enough to alleviate some of the anxiety, but not all of it. 

Their heads perked when a soft knock on the door rung. All six heads turn to see you standing there, holding Seokjin’s guitar case in hand. You were wet from the rain, your red umbrella hanging at the right side. Before you could even walk in, Yoongi abruptly stood, his palms shaking as he spoke. 

“Get out.” he demands eyes narrowing. You took a step back, then shook your head. Jimin slowly moves from his spot, making his way over towards Yoongi as he gently pats his back. He didn’t want to further his anger, yet he wanted to see what you were doing here. So, he turns to glance at Yoongi, giving him a neutral facade, yet his eyes spoke another. 

Namjoon takes a step to the side, silently welcoming you in. Your boots made a squishy sound against the tiled floor. You set Seokjin’s guitar down besides his bed, glancing around at the concerned men. All seven of them were your friends, people whom you could depend on. And yet, you threw that all away for what? 

Your eyes glanced back, softening at Seokjin’s face. He had bruises all over, making it hard to recognize him at first. You wanted to reach out and touch him, and despite that, you knew that they -- particularly Yoongi, wouldn’t let you. The tension continued to rise, making it hard for you to breath. You sucked in air when you heard your name softly. 

“Y/N,” Taehyung starts locking eye contact with you. “Why?” That simple question you couldn’t answer. You didn’t want to dare to answer because you didn’t know if your answer would..would make anything better. Instead, you moved yourself backwards, shaking your head at them. You felt like you were about to bawl, their faces hitting you hard. 

It was a simple mistake, one you didn’t know you made. The relationship was difficult within itself. Each party having their own mistakes, however yours were bigger than Seokjin’s. Or at least that’s what you told yourself repeatedly.  Your inner demons got the best of you, they controlled you. Making it harder to see the light at the end of the tunnel. 

Those actions where yours, but where you taking responsibility for it? Where you taking the responsibility for damaging the one good thing in your life? No, you weren’t. Instead, you were running away because it was the only good thing you did. That’s exactly what you did. You didn’t say anything to them, didn’t let them have any closure. 

Instead, you turned around to walk away. Jimin grasping Yoongi to keep him back from charging at you. You left this part of your life because you were afraid. The second you stepped out, Seokjin’s eyes fluttered open. 

Both of you were saying your goodbyes.. 

[beautyinthebloodline]

A Night Recalled, A Common Reunion || Drabble

Her new home, somehow, did not take much adjusting to. Wade clearly took thought into putting it together for her and she could only be grateful for it all. Abigail only remembered being in Canada for a short amount of time when she was training with him. Everything else was, well, everywhere else. 

The ground floor was all of her essentials: Bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, living room. The basic household wants. The second floor on the other hand, was really what took her breath away. An entire room of wood flooring, mirrors lining the walls partnered with handrails and to top it off a built in sound system carefully placed for complete immersion. It was the one thing she was missing in her old apartment. Her very own place to dance. It was the only thing that kept her mind stable during her younger years. The steady beat of soothing music that moved her from the tips of her fingers to the point of her toes that she effortlessly glided on. It was her own escape, pure paradise and she had missed it dearly. 

After unpacking what little she had Abigail walked out to the large balcony on the other side of her home. She lightly placed a finger on her Chaos star, the wind blowing past her reminded her of the rooftop she had met him on. She closed her eyes, bringing herself back to the very spot. Her chest began to hurt at the thought of their first meet. When Wade was going on about leaving town she was so tempted to go back to France. Her grandparents may be dead but she still had a home and quite a trust fund sitting in a bank. Who knows, it might actually come in handy. Where else could she go? She couldn't possibly go back to New York, her old apartment. Not after all of this.

Not after how she left him behind. 

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Sleepless nights were no longer a common issue for her once he had made the transition from her living room couch to her bed room each night. With her fingertips lightly stroking the side of his face she could not help but smile at how peaceful he looked. His arm was wrapped around her waist tightly, bringing her close to him. It baffled her to no end how strong his loyalty was. To keep an opposite so close. The inner workings of the this man's mind was a complete mystery to her and yet it was also so linear.

Abigail turned her head over her shoulder to glance at the clock. Her smile disappearing slightly. This perfect set up that surrounded her only made her less sure of her decisions. She knew better. The more perfect it was, the sooner it meant that it was time for change. She hated the thought of even leaving his side. That overly cliched warmth he let off kept her as comfortable as she had been is years. Grazing her finger over his lips she sighed lightly and placed her hand on his forearm, loosening his grip enough to separate from him.

Abigail sat on the edge of her bed for what felt like a few hours but had only been a minute or so. She was stalling, desperately wanting to wake him and tell him to come with her. She even contemplated on leaving a note, telling him what was going on and where she would be. Neither were an option she could choose. Both were selfish. If either were done he would follow her despite her pleas for him not to. She didn't want to lose him but she had to realize the truth.

She didn't deserve him. He deserved better. She never wanted to have someone carry this weight alongside her. Who was she but a demon that had painfully fallen for an angel who lost his way.

She pulled a fully packed bag out from under her bed. She didn't need much. Everything she held close was back in France. the only thing in this city that meant more than to here than anything was the only thing she couldn't take.

"why can't it all be simple," she muttered to herself as she began to dress, " that's all I ever wanted for you..."

Giving the clock one last glance, Abigail carefully leaned over to Azrael's side of the bed. She stayed there for a moment, taking him in one last time. Looking down, her head sunk slightly, almost in shame.

"Thank you... for everything," she said in a low whisper, "and I'm sorry for all that I've put you through. All I ever wanted was for you to be happy. I hoped that I could at least accomplish that much...you deserve someone better...not someon-"

She stopped for a moment, only to compose herself before her emotions become overwhelming.

"Not something like me...even if you never forgive me...please remember that I'll  always love you." __________________________________ Those words echoed in her mind as she gripped her chaos star tightly. Tears starting to rolled past her cheeks. Nothing about what she did that night felt right.

"Crying over a boy? My how the mighty have fallen."

She was taken aback only for a fraction of a second by the voice behind her but closed her eyes soon after, wiping her tears away with her jacket sleeve. While it wasn't unpleasant to hear, it was slightly unsettling.

"You don't have anything better to do but torment me, Adrian?" she asked with a light chuckle. Abigail heard his footsteps walk up from her left side, her eyes shifting slightly.

"Torment?" He asked over dramatically, "I would never! Who's got time for that these days, besides," he exclaimed, tiling his head as he turned slightly to look at her, "I could always tell when my big sister needed to talk. Even if she wouldn't admit it."

He wasn't wrong. She would never admit when she needed to vent or even a shoulder to cry on. Wade couldn't even crack her most of the time. Adrian could always see it somehow, if only because they were related. She never minded his company, she loved him even. Hell, even Wade liked him. They had been through two separate lives and yet always managed to stay tethered together. While she was with Wade, Adrian was with their father. Abigail was the one their father wanted to channel his power through the most but Adrian was always the close second simply because he would do the things she refused to. Adrian wasn't evil, he wasn't fueled by hatred or anger. He was wisecracker who loved bad jokes, dry humor and sarcastic remarks. She was more than happy to have him in her like. Their grandmother always let them spend time together even though their mother disapproved. She always said he had to much of their father in him. After he left with Wade the two saw each other less frequently but often enough to know how the other was doing. She could understand everything about him which came as such a surprise because he was so...complicated. The one thing that separated them the most: they never saw eye to eye when it came to angels.

Adrian was father's version of an executioner when angel were involved. She had lost count of how many he had pulled from grace in pure blood shed. It was just so natural for him...

"He's not here...if that's what you're going to ask..." Abigail said in a somber tone. Taking a small step forward Adrian shrugged.

"It's not. Pops hasn't asked me for anything in a few days. I got bored. Figured I'd see what you were up to," looking out into the vast emptiness that was a field of tall trees and maybe a house or two he shook his head, "a lot of nothing, apparently."

They were silent for a moment until he chose to break the low tension, "he's looking for you. You know that, right? Pops. He's pissed. You didn't have to fall off the radar, Abs. With me around he won't ask you to-" "I know, Adrian....I know. I had someone help me balance myself out. He was a sorcerer back in New York. I just wanted to be able to control this," she clenched her star tighter, "Father not being able to find me wasn't the purpose, but I won't say it's not a blessing in disguise."

She was only a year and a few months older than him and yet, at times like this, he acted like the older brother. Every other time he’d act like a 15 year old and she would instantly become the designated adult. 

Turning around Adrian started to walk back to his original spot when they first started speaking. 

“I don’t even know where you are If I’m being honest, all I see is a city I know you’re not in,” Adrian said, clearly being on the same rooftop she had brought herself to, “don’t get yourself in too much trouble, okay? That angel...he’s not worth it...none of them are. The only thing they're good for in their vigor and test of strength. They exist only to make us stronger.”

She could hear it. Those were her father’s words. She held her tongue, not wanting to have this endless argument with him for the umpteenth time. Closing her eyes once more she exhaled slowly, her eyes opening to the open area she saw before. Letting go of her star she tilted her head back to look up at the lights in the sky starting to appear as the sun started to set. His well being was all she could focus on, his face was all she could see, his voice was all she heard on the wind as it rolled past her. 

“Please be safe.”

[seenashwrite]

The Nail: June 2017

The Nail isn't about perfection. It isn't about award-level contenders. It's about seeing focus and effort and hard work radiate off of the screen. 

The Nail's purpose isn't to highlight genres of fics or specific ships written during a certain time frame - the sole focus is quality.

Character dimension. Writing with clever readers in mind. Solid world-building. Tension through boundaries. Crazy crisp dialogue. Incredibly tight plotting. Big emotion.

And though yours truly - nice to meet you, new folks, I’m Nash! - is editor of the list, the goal is for YOU to curate the content. 

Read more about how all this came to be, find past editions, see what factors are considered when constructing the list, and learn how to get your recommendations in HERE.

Now - on to the stories!

For your reblogging convenience, here’s The Nail Master Post of Editions!

* ~ * ALL FROM THE WORLD OF "SUPERNATURAL" UNLESS OTHERWISE NOTED * ~ *

Stand-a-lone stories with moderate-to-heavy sexual content will have 😳 beside them; series with such must have this either clearly noted in the overall info and/or clearly note it in the chapters/parts which contain such, so you'll need to check those on your own.

SPEED READS [from scene do-overs to gif-inspired one-shots to dripping drabbles, all less than 500 words]  

These won't be reviewed separately in Nash's usual three-point manner à la #Nash Gives [Feed]back due to their length, excepting those cases where the author pulled off a fleshed-out plot/character or had a unique take that was well-covered in the short amount of space. If there is no title provided by the author, Nash/the curator will pick one for them.

A HORRIFYING CONCEPT  - @ozonecologne

A visitor to the bunker offers Dean a chance for closure that empty bottles can't provide.

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MAKING IT WEIRD - @helvonasche

This is the tale of that time Cas discovered porn, and with your help, he’s actually going to get some answers this time around.

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12x21: A SCENE RE-WRITE - @prettymessedupsituation​

In script format, a better way of handling an incident that hit a sour note in the fandom is proposed that is logical, loving, and legitimately canon-worthy.

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HOW THAT 'DUE DATE' TALK SHOULD'VE GONE - @tippitv

Dean and Sam discuss what just might be panning out to be more pattern than coincidence... after twelve years.

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CLEAN-UP CREW - @senselesssamii

We all need help cleaning sometimes, that’s the simple truth. And some of us will need, shall we say, more specialized cleaners than others - get ready to giggle through the gross.

POEMS & POETICAL PROSE [mostly quick reads, these are actual poems of any structure/length, as well as short prose that sings like a songbird]

These also won't be reviewed separately in Nash's usual three-point manner à la #Nash Gives [Feed]back due to the typically short lengths & structure. An excerpted line is used in lieu of summary. If there is no title provided by the author, Nash/the curator will pick one for them.

WHAT IF - @saminzat

"Because once you’ve crossed the event horizon there is no going back."

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MAMA TRIED -  @ariannnawinchester

“Dean is the boy your Mama warns you about.”

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AN ANGEL'S PROMISE - @webcricket

"I promised you forever, and forever doesn’t end."

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THE VALIANT - @littlegreenplasticsoldier 

"A valiant brother took the weight, the fall; The valiant’s brother took a throne, and guilt.”

* Nominated by @butiaintgonnaloveem, who said: “A poem from Dean's point of view that made my heart ache for him, from the way the guilt settles deep within him and how he contemplates his situation."

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CASTIEL'S FALL - @vintagesam

"I fell at 60 miles per hour, on a back road in the middle of nowhere."

ON THE SHORT SIDE [500-ish to 1.5K]

STRATEGIC MOTHERING - @butiaintgonnaloveem    

A look at how Mary Winchester, in the words of the author, "deal[s] with trying to control her hunter’s instincts while living the civilian life", and the pros-and-cons that come along with them.

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BREATH(E) - @withthedemonblood    

A well-written, thoughtfully played-out vignette on brotherly bonds that captures both sides of a stressful situation.

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SO WHAT - YOU LIKE HIM BETTER, OR SOMETHING? - @atwistoffate

It's a simple question, and it should be a simple answer, but when dealing with the Winchesters - can it ever be?

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FOR CAS - @jhoomwrites / @casbakespie 

A stunning coda to the season twelve finale, looking into a focused, driven, yet serene Dean’s response after he rose from his knees.

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THE LITTLE THINGS - @melissaj616

A nice little piece showcasing Dean's observations of a hunter colleague who could be more, but there's no rush on either of their parts.

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GOOD BOYS - @defilerwyrm

A poignant look into an alternative history wherein John Winchester chooses to allow Dean and Sam to be adopted into a nurturing home, far from the supernatural - to say more would spoil, though rest assured: the ending will take your breath away.

MIDDLE-OF-THE-ROAD [around 1.5K - 2K]

SPRING BREAK - @winchester-family-business

Fun, witty, easy read of a story about that time the Winchesters showed up on the author's doorstep... and proceeded to drag her along for a helluva ride.

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SHOCK HORROR - @lipstickandwhiskey

After Dean is dealt a blow by a witch on a case, his closest friend offers support and stays by his side, carefully navigating over, around, and through the initial stages of shock.

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HALLOWEEN HIJINKS -  @roxy-davenport

This is a tale of what it's like for Crowley to date a younger [and in a centuries-year-old demon's case - *much* younger] woman, one who still gets excited for the supernatural crowd's least favorite holiday: Halloween.  

LONGER [2K to  3K-ish]

IMPERFECT - @zepppie

Lives weave together, then pull apart, happens every day - this is the story of a hunter looking back on the portion of her life spent with Dean, told with such fluidity your heart will be ached and be soothed, all at the same time.

DEEP DIVES [3K and beyond, including completed multi-parters with lengthy chapters]

😳  NOT EMPTY NOW - @sp-oops 

This is a heart-grabber, one that will make you think and laugh and sigh, the story of the evolving dynamic between a hunter and an archangel, featuring a pristinely characterized Gabriel from beginning to end - and it's a damn fine ending.  

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😳  5, 6, GRAB YOUR CRUCIFIX - @butiaintgonnaloveem

A story rife with sexual tension built around a bartender's most recent entanglement with Dean - now with his inner demon in full effect -  written with a slow build that doesn’t limit its evocative nature to just the bedroom.

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A HAUNTED LIFE  -  @idontneedasymbol

Deferring to the author's on-point, pitch-perfect summation: "Some hauntings require salt and fire. Others aren't that easy. Dean runs into someone he knows, and Sam tries to make things right."  What I call in my own works a "Behind-the-scenes canon compliant", this is a piece that fits that bill, as it rings absolutely true/plausible, and all characterizations feel real/accurate. 

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A LESSON IN INTERNATIONAL ETIQUETTE [Part Two] - @imagines-oneshots-blog

A certain Mr. Ketch may very well have met his match in an experienced, no-nonsense hunter who can go toe-to-toe with him, be it in attitude, in wit - or in killing.

SERIES SPOTLIGHT : SUPERNATURAL & SPN CROSS-OVERS [works that are ongoing series with at least 3 parts already published / completed series]

Due to time constraints, series are not read in full. They are given a cursory once-over for the quality basics, most importantly that the author has put maximum effort into world-building. 

The first chapter / first handful of chapters / first third of the first chapter - depending on length - are read to ensure there are no gross grammar / spelling errors, as well as ensuring the story's premise is made clear.

Thorough summations of the overall series, brief summaries of each individual chapter, and master indexes are highly preferred. Descriptors below are taken directly from the author/the story, edited only for length/clarity if needed. Same applies to series from other fandoms featured on the list.

THE PERFECT CRIME  - @mysaintsasinner

"Another storm is on the horizon, a war unlike any New York has seen before, and [Detective Sam Winchester] is about to find himself smack bang in the middle of it. Secrets will be revealed, bonds will be tested, and the perfect image Sam held of his parents will be distorted forever."

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HUNTERS ON THE HELLMOUTH - @whatdoyouthinkmyjobis

[Supernatural + Buffy the Vampire Slayer]

"After a last-minute rescue from the clutches of Lucifer lands them in Sunnydale, California, the Winchesters run into an unusual hunter."

* Nominated for inclusion by @impandagrl , who said: "This exceptionally-written crossover series manages to believably blend the worlds of two of my favorite series while somehow nailing each of the many characters and treating them with equal care. It always leaves me anxiously awaiting the next chapter and is packed with all the action, humor, snark, drama - and occasional smut - that fans of either series should expect." 

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CELEBRATE ME HOME - @callmesweetheartifyoumeanit       

"If you took a moment to ask her how long she’s been driving, she’d tell you she doesn’t know. Not because she doesn’t remember or because she doesn’t know where she started, but because after a while, all the roads just sort of blend together..."

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SONS OF LAWRENCE  -  @mrs-squirrel-chester

[Supernatural + Sons of Anarchy]

"The Winchesters run the most notorious biker gang in Lawrence. They traffic illegal drugs, weapons, and anything else that makes them money and keeps them on top."

RANDOM FANDOMS  [all types, all lengths, all the things that aren't SPN but are still pretty dang super]

5/4/17, 18:00  -  @buckykingofmemes [Mod: @hellenhighwater ]

[FANDOM: Marvel - Avengers]

In which Friday kindly provides the transcript of a conversation between Bucky and Steve, so that a question may be answered with accuracy.

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WHO'S STEVE? - @bjorkshirepudding

[FANDOM: Marvel - Thor I & II / Avengers + HIMYM]

Have you heard the one about Steve Rogers walking into MacLaren’s Pub and running into Jane Foster’s research assistant Darcy Lewis, who’s sitting in a booth with Barney Stinson and the rest of the “How I Met Your Mother” gang… including that gal who bears a striking resemblance to Maria Hill?

* Unfortunately, this author has left Tumblr as of June 16th & the links have been removed so as not to cause confusion, however you can still find their [extensive!] body of work HERE at AO3, should you desire. - Nash *

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BECAUSE I COULD NOT STOP FOR DEATH - @withstarryeyes

[FANDOM: Marvel - Avengers]

A short vignette taking a look at a moment in Bucky Barnes' life, how it feels for him to just be, to simply stand amongst the living.  

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THE PART THAT COUNTS  (in-progress series, parts 1 -5 reviewed as of this writing) - @youre-on-a-starship

[FANDOM: Star Trek (current cinematic)]

"Two weeks after waking up with no recollection of the people and ship around you, you take your future in your hands and try to piece together your past and the events that lead up to you losing your memory of the last five years."

ORIGINAL WORK [anything from haiku to novella]

HOW TO WIN FRIENDS AND INFLUENCE MONSTERS - @rainygalaxynerd

A short pop of a gut punch to the senses, wherein the author drops you into the middle of a conversation - a situation - with no real bearings of which way is up, no way of knowing whose side we should be on, and then starts dropping revelations as fast as you can pick them up. It is bare, it is dark, it is gritty, it is unapologetic, it is chilling, and it reads like a scene straight out of a Scorsese flick.  

Happy reading & see you in July!

* ~ * Shameless Self-Promotion * ~ * 

[revwinchester]

Happy Birthday Dean

Summary: It’s Dean’s birthday so the reader has a surprise for him.  Only, she wants to tease him a little first.

Pairing/Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam Winchester (mentioned)

Word Count: 620

Warnings: Fluff! Pre-smut

A/N: A Dean’s Birthday gif drabble!  The gif is not mine and was found on a google search by the Sam to my Dean.

“What do you want to do for your birthday?” you asked your boyfriend.

“I dunno,” Dean replied as he made an exaggerated face and shrugged.

“Well, it’s a good thing Sam and I already made a bunch of plans for today, then,” you told Dean, watching his face carefully.  “I thought we could get lunch first.  Oooh!  We should try that new restaurant that opened up, the Greenleaf Cafe, I’ve heard great things about it.  Then on the way home we’ve got to make a pit stop at the farmer’s market because it’s your birthday so you get a night off from kitchen duty.  Sam is cooking dinner tonight and needs a few fresh veggies for some stir fry!”  You had practiced saying this with a straight face whenever you’d had the chance for the past few days.  You and Sam had made plans for Dean’s birthday, alright, but had also decided to mess with the man in the process.

“Seriously?” Dean asked, clearly believing you.

“Yeah, it sounds great, doesn’t it?” You replied excitedly.

“Uh, yeah.  Yeah, sounds great,” Dean agreed halfheartedly and you knew you had him hook, line, and sinker.  “Do you think we could convince Sammy to attempt to make burgers instead?  He can put all the vegetables that he wants on his but I can’t survive on rabbit food.”

“Oh,” you sighed with disappointment, “I had really been looking forward to stir fry.”

You could see Dean’s desire to make you happy at war with his inner carnivore and you knew it was the time to put the final nail in the coffin.  “You know what, it doesn’t matter what we have for dinner,” you told him and you watched some of the tension drain out of him, “because we’ve got a gorgeous cake from the bakery in town.”

The tension in the room ramped right back up.  You could see the thoughts flying through Dean’s head.  Veggies?  Cake?  They know I don’t like cake!  “What about pie?  What’s next, a foreign language chick flick?”

When he heard you giggle, he realized he must have said part of that out loud.

“Oooh, we could watch a movie!  There’s a great French film out right now, just won some awards and everything,” you practically squealed.

Dean’s face fell even further.  This was clearly not how he pictured this day would go.

“Or…” you began, grabbing his attention again.

“Or, what?” he asked, not extremely hopeful about whatever you were going to say.

“Or, you could pull this robe off of me and see what I’m wearing underneath since Sam is gone for the day and won’t be back until after we meet him for dinner at The Roadhouse.”

Dean’s hands moved to the tie of the robe you were wearing, his robe, he noted, and he pulled it open revealing a stunning silk corset and thong set.  The color popped against your skin and perfectly complimented your hair.  Dean reached out a hand and ran it over the curve of your hip, up your side and to your shoulder, where he slid the robe off of your body completely.  

“Beautiful,” Dean murmured, his hand moving around to your back, encouraging you to move closer.  His lips descended on yours as his hands roamed your body.  One of your hands landed on his chest and the other made it’s way into his hair, giving the strands a sharp tug and making Dean gasp.  You took the opportunity to take control of the kiss, your tongue exploring his mouth.

Mid-makeout, Dean stopped, pulling away.  As you both gasped for breath Dean asked, “There’s not actually a cake in the kitchen right?  There’s gonna be pie at The Roadhouse?”

ALL THE TAGS! (forevers): @deathtonormalcy56 @supernaturalyobsessed @roxy-davenport

Pond Dean/Fluff Tags: @aprofoundbondwithdean @manawhaat @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @nichelle-my-belle @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid @notnaturalanahi @bkwrm523 @whispersandwhiskerburn @impala-dreamer @samsgoddess @wildfirewinchester @for-the-love-of-dean @spn-fan-girl-173 @cici0507 @fiveleaf @deansleather @curliesallovertheplace @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname @waywardjoy @mrswhozeewhatsis @imadeangirl-butimsamcurious @kayteonline @supernatural-jackles @wevegotworktodo @jpadjackles @quiddy-writes @babypieandwhiskey @deantbh @supermoonpanda @sinceriouslyamellpadalecki @deanwinchesterforpromqueen @chaos-and-the-calm67 @memariana91 @plaidstiel-wormstache @teamfreewill-imagine @chelsea-winchester @fandommaniacx @writingbeautifulmen @ageekchiclife @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell @castieltrash1 @supernaturalyobsessed @ruined-by-destiel @inmysparetime0 @winchester-writes @deals-with-demons @faith-in-dean @winchestersmolder

[revivedxfighter]

Red Balloon

@redheadedsonofabitch

Leave a “Mourn Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about my character mourning your character’s death.

This is another attempt in writing an emotional piece. I hope you like it.

“Careful! Don’t trip over yourself.” Harmony laughs when a toddler stumbles. The little girl takes her mother’s hand. “Don’t rush now. We’ll see him soon.” Harmony adds with a gentle smile. She rarely smiles now. Usually it’s to pretend to be happy, not for her own sake. The loving smile of a mother reserved for little Aurora. It’s the smile that she uses to hide the pain, so her daughter wouldn’t worry. 

Aurora turned four years old two days ago. The girl asked to go see her father again. They visit him as often as they can. It’s been two months since Harmony managed the time and strength for another visit. Guilt weighs on the young mother for not coming to see him. She never wanted Reno to be alone. 

That was how he-

“Will Daddy like my present?” Aurora asks, her blue eyes, the same shade as her father’s, look up at Harmony. The question shatters Harmony’s train of thought. “Yes honey. I know he’ll love it.” Harmony would think so. The little girl’s eyes light up. She lightly tugs on Harmony’s hand to go faster. The brunette couldn’t help but laugh. Aurora is as lively as ever. Sometimes it got the child into some mischief, just like her father. “Careful, keep a strong grip on your balloon.” Aurora nods, holding the ribbon attack to a red balloon tightly.

Harmony smiles for her child, but the pain in her heart sharpens with each step closer to Reno. 

  Harmony keeps a secret, and that secret is her pain. She cried and cried when she was alone at night the night, long after Aurora went to bed. But Harmony wouldn’t cry at work, and did what she could to appear cheerful in front of her daughter at home. It was always for Aurora’s sake.  The child is her precious treasure, her reason to fight to live, and not surrender her life to grief. 

But Harmony can’t hide her pain for long. These visits are one of the few moments when she can’t pretend anymore. 

“Daddy would be so proud of you. You’ve grown so much since you last saw him.” Harmony is sure it’s not a lie. She often told Aurora that her father loves her, always proud of his little girl. 

Aurora smiles, which widens when they made it to the top of the hill. She lets go of her mother’s hand, running to her father. 

“Daddy! Daddy! Here I am! I’m back!” She stands before a headstone with Reno’s name carved in shining marble. A wilted bouquet rests before the stone. A reminder that Harmony has been away for too long.  

“I got a present for you! My present is here! Mama , hurry mama! Let’s give it to him.” 

“Just a moment, love. I’ll be there.” Harmony takes the bouquet away from Reno’s grave, only to replace it with a fresh bouquet of red roses. A tradition during the visits. Aurora jumps in excitement, her head tiled back to see the sky. Harmony returns to her daughter’s side and gets down on one knee to be eye level with the girl.

“All right, give me your present.” Aurora takes a sheet of paper from her jacket pocket and shoves it to her mother. She can’t help it with her excitement, Aurora wants her father to get it and fast. It’s late afternoon, and Aurora fret in not coming on time. She thought her father would be asleep at dusk.

 The paper a little crumpled, but Harmony managed to smooth it over. It’s a drawing of three stick figures. One has red spikes for hair and red marks under the blue dots that are his eyes. Aurora knows how Reno looks from the pictures hanging in their house. The other stick figure has one gray eye, the other one bright green and dark hair. A small stick figure stands between them. Long dark hair and blue eyes. All three figures at holding hands and smiling with flowers around them. Blue words scrawled in crayon fills the space above the family. 

“I LUV U DADEE MAMA LUVS U 2 WE MIS U”

Harmony carefully folds the drawing and slips it into an envelope.The envelope has a hole punched in the corner and it’s addressed to “Daddy” on the front. She seals it and her gaze returns to her daughter. “Now give him a kiss.” Aurora pulls out a heart shaped stick, placing it over the back of the envelope and she kisses the sticker. 

“Okay, now it’s time to send him his present.” The  child squeals in delight and gives her mother the balloon. Harmony ties the letter to the balloon. She hands it to Aurora. The girl lets the balloon go, watching it ascend to the sky. 

It gets smaller and smaller, drifting further into the heavens.

“YOU’RE WELCOME!” Aurora shouts to the sky. Harmony’s lessons in good manners shining through. Harmony smiles, not aware that she has tears in her right eye. There were times when Aurora would ask where her father is. That question would appear a few times in the past. She couldn’t lie to the little one. 

“Daddy had to go. He’s with the Lifestream, always watching over you.” Her only answer to these questions. When Aurora asks if he’ll come home, her mother gives the same answer: “I’m sorry, honey. He has to stay put. He’s your guardian angel.” She could never bring herself to tell her child that her father got taken away.

 His illness got the best of him. The Legion of demons that haunted him finally claimed their prisoner. Ugly memories returned. The monster called addiction got him again and at that time, it refused to let him go. It took Reno away from Harmony, away from Aurora. His sickness was the murderer.

Aurora was eight months old, fast asleep and unaware of the heartbreak that shattered the small family. Tseng and Rude were at Harmony’s door that night. They gave her the news. 

Reno lied. He wasn’t coming home like he promised. The pain over the ignorance of her lover’s fight never healed.  He stopped talking, stopped talking about his worries and inner troubles since Aurora came to their lives. Help came too late.

He got to see Aurora’s birth, even held her close to his heart. Harmony had hope that night. She hoped that everything would be all right. They were a family and they were happy for a little while. 

Happy ever after never lasts...  

Small arms wrap around Harmony’s neck. She blinks the tears away to find Aurora quietly hugging her mother. She’s a child and may not understand how things are yet. That comes with growing up. Yet, Aurora knows. She knows her mother misses him. 

It’s rare to see the child without a cheerful smile. It breaks Harmony’s heart to see that Aurora is hurting too. She misses her father. 

“I love you, mama.” 

Harmony loses control. Tears roll over her cheek and she gathers her daughter in a warm hug, kissing her child’s hair. “Daddy will love your present.

“He loves you, and mama loves you too. No matter what, that will never change.”