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🌙 starring. Jeon Wonwoo & Kim Mingyu x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. Nothing in your life has ever been as sexy as this moment. Two strong men, one begging and whining while the other dominates. You, caught between them both, the source of their torment and their pleasure. They’re opposites, in temperament as well as being, after all, werewolves and vampires have historically never gotten along- but they agree about you, and right now, that’s all that matters. 

tw/cw. Unprotected sex, threesome, foreplay, fingering, squirting, pussy eating, sadism, breast worship, Eiffel tower, blow job (m receiving), hand job, praise, dirty talk, degradation, power imbalances, dom!Wonwoo, Switch!Gyu, masturbation, sloppy Gyu, etc… I pet names: (hers) baby.  

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 9.3k

🍭 aus.  Supernatural au, werewolf!Gyu, Vampire!Wonwoo, 

☀️ mlist + an. And with that, 2024 is complete :) I wanted to end it with a bang, and this pairing has been a staple on my blog for years now. Thank you to everyone who has supported me this year in any capacity, and happy holidays!

Prologue: 

“The ascension is in a year,” the crone sighs, looking out at the room of gathered witches and allies. “I think we all agree that the timing of Seungcheol’s departure is less than ideal, especially now that we’ve narrowed down an ancestral safehouse with adequate warding.”

You frown, and your vampire protector immediately reaches out to hold your hand, giving you a reassuring squeeze. 

As the future head of your coven, you have a protection detail, and Seungcheol has been an anchor in your life since you were eighteen. It had been a daring attempt at protecting you, after all, alphas like Seungcheol can’t just leave their packs to take on a witch princess as their ward, but Seungcheol had given up a lot to ensure your safety. 

Now, he’s returning to his pack, to his own world, and you’re not quite sure where to go from here.

“There is, however, a replacement,” the crone continues. “A beta by the name of Kim Mingyu. He is, supposedly, a prodigy. He’s the size of an alpha, with domestic attributes that make him uniquely qualified for the assignment of protecting our future leader. Seungcheol offered Mingyu up personally when he found out we would be relocating y/n to a compound. The alpha believed, and I agree with him, that, by having Mingyu on location, it would reduce the need for extra staff to deal with cooking and maintenance. By all accounts, this beta, Mingyu, and our loyal vampire protector, Wonwoo, should be able to look after y/n completely independently, which would lower the risk of demonic attack through spies.”

Wonwoo shifts beside you, and you know the stoic man well enough to understand that small movements like this are a sign of irritation.

While Wonwoo and the wolves who’ve been a part of your protection detail in the past have all had blood ties to you, the vampire has made it clear he’s never been fond of working with ‘dogs.’

But as skilled as Wonwoo is, there’s one thing he simply can’t defeat, and that’s the sun. You’re the most protected witch in the world by night, but by day, you need a different line of defence, and that’s always been the job of wolves.

There was a vampire, once, who took care of a member of your family line during the day. An ancestor of yours had done the impossible, she’d created a ‘Daylighter Potion’ that could enable vampires to walk in the sun. That forbidden knowledge had incurred the wrath of demons. Your ancestor, as well as her daywalking companion, had been lost to a bloody history, and with them, the recipe for this transformation process.

There are still hopes of recreating the Daylighter Potion, but until then, this Kim Mingyu is necessary. You can only pray he’s cut from the same cloth as your exiting alpha.   

One: 

The wards are definitely strong, something Mingyu realizes as he approaches the large compound house he’ll be protecting you in from now on. The location is also super secluded, with the nearest town over an hour away.

If you’re looking to protect someone, this is definitely the place to do it, and when Wonwoo opens the door to the large home, Mingyu realizes immediately that the stoic vampire is as formidable as Seungcheol had made him out to be.

Power oozes off the immortal being, and Mingyu, despite his size, suddenly feels quite small.

“Hi,” Mingyu says, forcing a smile and an extended hand, “I’m Mingyu.”

“You’re late,” Wonwoo responds, pushing the door open and turning to walk away, clearly expecting Mingyu to follow.

“Yeah, I uh, got turned around on the roads. My GPS shit itself.”

Wonwoo remains quiet, and Mingyu hurries to keep up with him. 

“I’ll give you a tour, then you’ll go meet y/n,” Wonwoo sighs, and thus, the exploration of the house begins.

Mingyu does his best to be quiet, to take in the information. Wonwoo seems like the type to only say something once, and Mingyu doesn’t want to get off on the wrong foot with him.

Seungcheol had also warned Mingyu about the vampire’s general hatred for werewolves, so Mingyu knows this isn’t a friendship or working relationship that will be earned overnight.

“Can I uh, ask a few questions?” Mingyu enquires as the tour comes close to an end.

“If they’re not stupid.”

Mingyu forces a laugh, but it’s clear from the vampire’s expression that he had been serious, so the chuckle dies down quickly. “Why only two guards?”

“The location is remote enough to be quite secure, as is the warding,” Wonwoo responds smoothly. “Think of this house like the Pentagon, no outside entity has ever breached it.”

“And the demons who are after y/n, it’s because she’s set to be the next crone?”

“In part,” Wonwoo sighs, folding his arms over his chest. “She’s very powerful, and there are certain potions that only she can produce, potions that were lost.”

“What kind of potions?” Witches are known for their tonics, sure, but Mingyu’s never assumed potions to be the most interesting aspect of being a spell caster.

“Old ones,” Wonwoo states, signaling the end of the line of questioning. He begins to walk again, and Mingyu follows, biting his tongue as his mind runs a million miles an hour.

Mingyu can smell the greenhouse solarium before he’s even entered it. The scent of fresh herbs, flowers and general greenery is delightful in comparison to the mustiness of everything else in the old mansion, and Mingyu takes a deep breath as he enters the space.

It’s dark out, but the room is illuminated with fairy lights, their reflections twinkling in all of the windows. It had begun to rain just as Mingyu had pulled up with his truck, and the soft pattering of water on glass is more soothing than the wolf had expected. 

“Y/N,” Wonwoo says, drawing your attention from where you’re seated on a couch, pouring over old books. “This is Mingyu.”

You look up, and Mingyu’s immediately struck by your beauty. The final thing Seungcheol had warned him about was your looks, but his description of you hadn’t done your features justice. There’s a power in your eyes, but a softness in everything else. You’re not some old crone, not by a long shot. 

Mingyu’s alpha had told Mingyu that the vampire guarding you has somewhat of an interest in you, an interest that goes beyond that of protector. Seungcheol had figured that if you, a powerful witch, were going to favour someone, it would be better if it was a wolf than a blood sucker- but even if he hadn’t told Mingyu to get close to you, one look at your lovely smile as you stand to greet him is enough to make Mingyu want to know you better.

“How was the drive?” you ask, pushing your book to the side and stretching.

Your cardigan falls slightly off your shoulder, and God, Mingyu’s eyes take in your newly exposed skin like a man dying of hydration takes in water. He swallows the lump in his throat-

“The dog got lost,” Wonwoo responds before Mingyu gets the chance to.

You laugh. “That happens around here,” you assure him, “you’re definitely not the first.”

“It’s uh, a nice house,” Mingyu offers.

“It belonged to an ancestor,” you say smoothly, “so did these books.”

The werewolf smiles. “Looking for family recipes?” 

“Something like that.” 

Oh, so you’re potentially as secretive as Wonwoo is. What could you possibly be looking for in all these dusty old books that you don’t want to tell him about?

“You must be tired from your drive,” Wonwoo states, turning to Mingyu. “You should go to your room and rest, I’ll take care of y/n now, and when the sun rises, I’ll come get you for your first shift.”

Two: 

You wake up slowly, yawning as you stretch. Your motion knocks a book off your bed and you groan. You’d fallen asleep late in the early morning hours, pouring over books with Wonwoo beside you. Your vampire guard is nowhere to be seen, but there’s a knock on your door and a moment later, Mingyu is poking his head inside.

“You okay?” he asks.

“Yeah, just dropped a book,” you respond, leaning over your bed to pick up the diary.

“What were you reading?”

“An ancestor’s journal,” you groan, still trying to shake away your morning grogginess. 

“Any hot gossip from the middle ages?” the werewolf jokes with a boyish grin.

“Nothing too interesting,” you grin. “Give me a sec to get dressed, then we’re going to go for a walk.”

“A walk?”

“In the forest, I need some mushrooms that aren’t growing in the solarium.”

With a nod, the werewolf goes back to his post outside your door. You take your time getting ready, even going so far as to brush your teeth. Werewolves have sensitive noses, and the last thing you’d want is for some hot beta to smell your morning breath.

Half an hour later, you and Mingyu are walking through the woods.

You’d written a list of various mushrooms and plants you’d need from your readings last night, and Mingyu is holding your basket as the two of you scour the trees and forest floor for potion ingredients.

You notice that Mingyu is quite twitchy. Every sound, every bird flying overhead, draws his eyes.

“We’re quite safe here, you know,” you laugh, thinking his behaviour is adorable.

“Can’t let anything happen to you,” the werewolf muses.

“You sound like Wonwoo.”

“Has he been protecting you for long?”

“Since I was eighteen,” you nod, bending down to collect some moss. 

“You two must be close.”

“We are.” Your relationship with Wonwoo isn’t something you spend a lot of time dwelling on. He’s your guard, and you’re pretty sure that’s all you are to him, a precious witch he needs to protect due to vampire blood pacts.

You care about him, sure, but Wonwoo’s never been the type to wear his heart on his sleeve, so you’re okay with it being a one sided affection.

“Anyways,” Mingyu sighs, reading your cues and changing the subject, “what potion are you going to make?”

“There are a few I want to try, old things from the texts.”

“Anything interesting?”

“I found a perplexing potion for dog smells, not that I’m saying you smell, but I know Wonwoo always hated Seungcheol’s scent. I figured he might not look so sour whenever you’re around if you smelt better.”

To your surprise, the werewolf laughs. “So you’re making me cologne from moss and mushrooms?”

“Something like that,” you smile.

“Wonwoo was being secretive last night about the potions you make, I figured maybe there was some, I don’t know, super love spell or something crazy that you’d be creating.”

“No super love spells, I don’t believe in those,” you admit. “There are old potions in the texts on the property, things that were lost, for one reason or another. My brewing skills are a little rusty so I figured I’d start with the more mundane recipes before I try anything too extreme.”

“How extreme are we talking?” Mingyu asks. You cast him a sideways glance and he holds up a hand. “I don’t mean to pry, I just… I don’t think I’ve ever met a witch before, I don’t know much about what you guys do with those big pots and stuff.”

“Cauldrons,” you correct him, your body relaxing again. You take a deep breath. “Mingyu?”

“Yeah?”

“I can trust you, right?”

“A hundred percent,” he nods, an ernest expression on his face.

You stand up from your moss patch, moving to set some in Mingyu’s basket. “There’s a specific potion I want to make, and I think the recipe might be somewhere in the old books here.” 

“What kind of potion?”

You take another deep breath, trying to decide how to word your response. “Basically, my line has a strong tie to vampires, and we have this tie, because one of my ancestors made a potion. We call it the Daylighter potion, it enables vampires to walk in the sun.”

Mingyu’s jaw drops as he stares at you.

“Yeah, I know, it feels like fairytale, part of me isn’t sure it’s even a real recipe- but the vampires who swear to protect my family think it was real.”

“Does Wonwoo think it’s real?”

“Yes, it’s one of the reasons he’s protecting me. Could you imagine, being a vampire who could walk in the sun? He would be the most powerful vampire in the world.”

Mingyu frowns. “Is it a good idea? To make him more powerful, I mean.”

You contemplate the question for a moment. “Wonwoo has never been anything but good to me. Sure, there are repercussions for knowledge like the Daylighter potion recipe, I mean, my ancestor who created it went missing and was found dead months later-”

“Did she use it? On a vampire?”

You nod. “By all accounts, she used it on her own protector.”

“And did he… you know, did he kill her?”

You shake your head. “No, he was found dead with her. Besides, when vampires make blood ties to witches, they have a curse set on them, they can’t harm us, directly, or indirectly.”

“Sounds like a powerful curse,” Mingyu frowns. “Do uh… the werewolves that work with you have the same curse?”

“Do you need to be muzzled, Mingyu?” you grin. 

He shakes his head. “Definitely not.”

“Good.”

You continue your foraging, and Mingyu is quiet for a while before he begins asking questions again.

“So uh… do you just want to use this Daylighter potion in Wonwoo because he’s your protector, or…”

“Why are you so curious about my relationship with Wonwoo?” you counter. 

He shrugs, but it’s way too nonchalant of a motion to be believable. “No reason.”

You narrow your eyes at him, but decide to let it go. Mingyu may be eluding to things, but it’s his first day here, if he wants to speculate about your connection to Wonwoo, he can guess all he wants. He’ll see how things work around here soon enough. 

Three: 

Wonwoo is exiting his blacked out bedroom the moment the sun has set sufficiently for him to stalk around the old mansion.

He has a one track mind, and the vampire follows his senses to the dining room, where you and Mingyu are sitting to eat dinner.

It takes a moment for Wonwoo to survey the surrounding area. The smell of garlic and ginger is quite potent, and it appears that the wolf has made you some sort of ramen. “Wonwoo!” you grin excitedly, “Mingyu’s an amazing cook, I wish you could try this!”

The wolf’s heart skips a beat, and it irks Wonwoo, who simply scoffs and heads to the kitchen to grab his blood bag. He’s irritated when he’s hungry, and Wonwoo can feel himself calming down as he rejoins you in the dining room.

Wonwoo takes his seat next to you, mindful of the books strewn about. He picks one up, beginning to flip through it. “How was your day?” he asks you.

“It was good,” you respond casually. “We went for a walk, gathered some moss and mushrooms, I’ve got a potion brewing right now that I think you’re going to like.”

Wonwoo casts you a sideways glance, had you found the Daylighter recipe? 

“It’s like werewolf cologne,” Mingyu pipes up from the other side of the table. “Gonna make me not smell so bad.”

Wonwoo’s gaze shifts to Mingyu, and he feels irritation bubbling inside of himself again. Logically, it’s clear that the new wolf is trying to be friendly, and he’s taking steps to mask odor- but Wonwoo just can’t find any friendship in his heart for Mingyu.

He gets the sense that you and Mingyu have bonded today, and the way you’re eating up the ramen Mingyu made isn’t doing anything to help settle the uneasy feeling in Wonwoo’s stomach.

Seungcheol’s an alpha, and Wonwoo had respected him. Cheol had come with one goal, and one goal alone, to protect you. As an alpha, he had a whole life to go back to- but this beta, well, Wonwoo’s not too sure about how this ‘protection detail’ might pan out.

It’s clear Mingyu’s attracted to you, Wonwoo had seen it in his eyes the moment he’d met you last night. This little wolf crush is irritating, and Wonwoo hates being irritated.

Wonwoo’s gaze shifts to you. It’s unclear to him how you feel about your new day guard. You seem happy to be eating, so any emotions you have toward the werewolf will be skewed due to the joy you’re getting from the ramen.

No, Wonwoo will have to watch the two of you together closely, but, at the moment, he’s more concerned about getting Mingyu out of here so he can enjoy you himself.

“It’s about time you go to bed, wolf,” Wonwoo says.

“It’s still early,” Mingyu argues.

“Sunrise is at six fourty-five,” the vampire counters. “I’m sure you’ve had a long first day. You should rest.”

This time, Wonwoo makes sure to leave no room in his tone for objection, and with a very doglike look of defeat, Mingyu sighs.

“Okay, yeah, I can go to bed.” 

Wonwoo watches as Mingyu lifts up his bowl of ramen, and in two massive, wolfish slurps, he devours the rest of his food.

“Goodnight, y/n,” Mingyu smiles before heading to the kitchen to put away his dishes.

The werewolf lingers for a few minutes, and Wonwoo relaxes when he finally leaves, lumbering up to his second floor bedroom.

“You could have been nicer to him, you know,” you muse, lifting up a book to scan the potion recipe there.

“I could have been,” Wonwoo agrees, leaving it at that.

The two of you rifle through books as you eat your dinner, and then you head to the living room. Your nightly ritual consists of watching movies together, giving you a bit of a break before you go to read before bed.

Wonwoo knows you’ve been wearing yourself thin with all the books you’ve been flipping through. You’d spent the first three days locked in the house and thoroughly examining the library with Wonwoo before Mingyu had shown up, and Wonwoo would be surprised if you’d slept even eight hours in that three day period.

No, you need rest, even if it’s only when sitting next to him on the couch with a movie going.

You fall asleep in no time, and Wonwoo lets you be. He picks up a potions book, flipping through it while the film continues in the background.

Wonwoo won’t let anything hurt you, and he’ll lighten your load in any way he can, even if it means scanning stupid witch recipes. 

Four: 

Mingyu’s been your guard for around a week now, and things are running smoothly, however, you can tell Wonwoo’s still not happy about the situation. It’s midnight and the two of you are in the solarium, you’re getting bored of going through books, so you sigh, setting yours down.

“How are you feeling?” you ask.

“Annoyed,” Wonwoo responds smoothly, not looking up from his book. “I swear I’ve read over fifty different love potions this week, and they’re all just as useless as the last.”

“That’s because love potions don’t work,” you sigh, moving closer to Wonwoo. “Each potion has a different flaw, so each potion is adjusted to make up for that flaw, only to be ruined in some other way. But hey, you know that’s not what I was asking you.”

“You asked how I was feeling.”

“I mean… how are you feeling about this whole Mingyu thing?” 

“I feel,” Wonwoo sighs, “like we better find this Daylighter potion soon, because that werewolf cologne isn’t working as well as we thought it would.”

“Is it just his smell you don’t like?” you ask.

“I don’t like dogs,” Wonwoo states, still not looking at you.

“I know werewolves and vampires don’t get along, but I mean, he’s a nice guy, don’t you think?”

Wonwoo stays silent, an answer in and of itself.

You  groan. “Even if we do find the Daylighter potion, even if I’m able to brew it, you can’t protect me twenty four seven. I think Mingyu is going to be with us longer than anticipated.”

“I can protect you,” Wonwoo declares, finally raising his eyes to meet your own. “When you brew the potion, and I can walk in the sun, I can protect you always.”

“Even vampires need a little rest every now and again,” you sigh. “Besides, is that really what you want? To protect some young witch until she’s an old lady?”

Wonwoo’s eyes shift downward again. “You’re not just some young witch.”

You continue staring at Wonwoo, trying your best to read him. You wonder if maybe he does care for you, if Mingyu’s seeing something you’re not. Why would Wonwoo be so protective of you if he didn’t have some sort of feeling for you? He clearly doesn’t just want the Daylighter potion so he can leave you and go be a powerful vampire elsewhere.

God, he’s so confusing at times.

You let out a breath. “I told Mingyu about the potion.”

“What?”

“The Daylighter potion, I told Mingyu.”

Wonwoo closes his book, and you can tell from his expression that he’s irritated. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

“Who’s he going to tell?” you retort. “Seungcheol? Even if he did, what would Cheol even do about it?”

“If the wolves ever found out there was a potion to make vampires walk in the sunlight, they’d come destroy this whole house, and they’d kill you too, just for good measure.”

“Seungcheol just spent years protecting me,” you argue. “He would never do that, and besides, Mingyu won’t tell anyone.”

“What makes you so certain?”

“I just am, call it witch’s intuition.” 

To your surprise, Wonwoo actually cracks a smile. He shakes his head, releasing a sigh. “Fine.”

“Fine,” you echo, picking up your book again to continue reading.

The two of you sit silently as you work, but your mind begins to drift.

In a way, it’s almost as if Wonwoo feels threatened by Mingyu, as if- he’s jealous. There’d never been this aura when Seungcheol was around, but then again, Seungcheol had never been a real threat, even though he was an alpha… maybe, especially because he was an alpha.

You’re attracted to both Wonwoo and Mingyu, but you’ve always pushed that attraction aside with your vampire protector, always convinced yourself he didn’t view you in that light.

Mingyu’s arrival is stirring the cauldron, and you’re not quite sure what to make of it. 

Five: 

It’s been almost a month with no issue. Mingyu’s gotten used to everything, used to the constant reading, the constant witchy little foraging adventures. He’s just gotten used to you, and maybe, in someways, Wonwoo as well. 

The werewolf is currently sitting outside your bedroom as you shower in your ensuite. The two of you had been checking wards when it had started to rain, and you’d been shivering so much when you made it back to the house that Mingyu had insisted you heat yourself up.

He does his best not to listen when you’re in the shower, not to be overtly aware- but even with two doors between you, his senses are too strong not to be honed in on everything, especially with a full moon approaching in three days.

You have a bodywash you make, and although the strong pleasant scent of eucalyptus and rosemary is predominant in the air that wafts under the doors, there’s something beneath it too, a smell that Mingyu knows all too well.

He can’t hold it against you though, he’s pretty sure you’re all a little horny from being cooped up like this- well, maybe not Wonwoo, but Mingyu’s definitely been feeling it. The bathroom is the only place you have any real privacy, and lately, Mingyu’s noted that you’ve begun to use the seclusion to your advantage. 

The running water muffles your sounds, but even the world’s best witchy bodywash can’t cover your scent, and Mingyu sits there, doing his best not to gulp it down like a starving animal.

He can feel the blood rushing to his cock, and he does his best to turn his brain off, to calm down- after all, he can’t have you exiting the shower and seeing him hard in his pants.

God, Mingyu had never even considered that horniness would be a problem in a situation like this. 

At least he gets to go to his room every night and do what needs to be done- but you, you have a guard within 10 feet of you at all times.

He wonders if you do this at night, when Wonwoo’s outside your door. And for the first time, Mingyu wonders if Wonwoo’s as tormented by the sexual nature of seclusion as he is. 

It’s not something he’ll be able to ask the vampire, as much as Wonwoo tolerates Mingyu now, that’s a line he won’t cross. 

Six: 

When Mingyu had first come to the house, he’d just finished a full moon cycle. Wonwoo had spent a couple of hours with him while you were sleeping one night, preparing a game plan for the wolf’s ‘time of the month.’

As your night protector, Wonwoo had told Mingyu to go deep into the woods on the night of the full moon. If he was far enough away, the thought was that Mingyu would just stay in the forest, leaving you to your own devices for the night.

Even if Mingyu did make it to the house in his raged-out wolf form, Wonwoo would protect you, and Mingyu had given him permission to do so.

While Mingyu can transform at any time, full moons are the only transformations that are purely animalistic. All Mingyu is, his very soul, practically disappears. Full moons are when werewolves are at their most dangerous, but Wonwoo is confident in his strategies after spending years helping Seungcheol through his dark side.

Cheol had always spent the day after full moons passed out in the woods somewhere, his body recuperating from a mind/body disconnection of that caliber. Once a month, Wonwoo would do a double shift, and you’d spend the day resting with him in blacked-out rooms. 

The two of you get through many books, and when you’re hungry, Wonwoo lets you head down to the kitchen for no more than ten minutes just to grab leftovers. 

It’s a decent set up, and Wonwoo enjoys getting to be with you for a lengthy period. However, the night after the full moon, when you go to sleep, Wonwoo leaves you to head into the forest. Mingyu, like Seungcheol had been, is not hard to find. His scent is overwhelming, and Wonwoo discovers the large man asleep in a bed of moss.

Wonwoo’s no stranger to nudity, not after dealing with Seungcheol, so he simply bends down, lifting Mingyu onto his shoulders.

‘This is just a professional courtesy,’ the vampire tells himself as he takes Mingyu back to the house, gently lowering him into the tub. 

Mingyu’s covered in dirt, and blood too- if his entire being wasn’t tainted by the scent of dog, Wonwoo might actually be tempted to go in for a bite, but the thought of drinking from Mingyu makes Wonwoo’s nose scrunch as he turns on the water.

Wolves can handle heat, and Mingyu groans a little, shifting in the tub. The bathroom begins to fill with steam and Wonwoo finds a wash cloth. He coats the fabric in body wash, and then, with a sigh, Wonwoo begins to wash Mingyu.

The wolf’s arms are especially dirty, so Wonwoo starts with those, and little by little, Mingyu begins to regain consciousness.

Then, all at once, the werewolf is thrashing awake, pulling his arm away from Wonwoo. “What-”

“Relax, you had a particularly bad change last night,” Wonwoo sighs, putting the wash cloth down.

“Were you just…” Mingyu’s confused gaze dips down to the discarded cloth, “washing me?”  

“You smell terrible,” Wonwoo states bluntly. “Seungcheol had a habit of coming home from full moons and just getting into bed. We don’t have staff here, and I refuse to have ruined sheets, or change the laundry schedule.”

There are definitely factual, logical reasons for Wonwoo taking care of Mingyu, and without those reasons, Wonwoo would never dream of bathing a dog. But… Mingyu has been a good addition to your protection detail. He’s substantially more respectful than Seungcheol had been. He’s clean, and he cooks, and the kitchen is always spotless after he makes you meals. 

While Wonwoo respected Seungcheol, the vampire, as much as he hates to admit it to himself, somewhat enjoys the young prodigy wolf.

Wonwoo doesn’t respect the clumsy, gentle giant, not by any means, but perhaps, the vampire is starting to realize, there’s more to judging someone than just by their ability and enthusiasm for violence.

Seven: 

You’re sitting in a field of flowers, and the colors are wonderous. The sun is out, and the dress you’re wearing has the perfect amount of flow to it as you lounge on your picnic blanket. 

You lean back, releasing a deep sigh, and that’s when a hand drags up your arm.

You turn to see your vampire protector and your heart leaps in your chest. “Wonwoo! The sun!”

“The sun doesn’t matter anymore,” he shakes his head. “You cured me, remember?”

“I did?”

“The potion,” Wonwoo grins, leaning forward, his lips ghosting over your throat. “You cured me of my affliction to the sun.”

Confusion is bubbling inside of you, but as Wonwoo begins to kiss your neck, the confusion dies down. Your fingers thread in his hair. “I did cure you,” you muse, giving in to the feeling of him. 

“We found the recipe in the book, at the house.”

“The house,” you murmur. 

“Which house was it again? I can’t remember.”

He doesn’t remember the house? That’s odd. Wonwoo remembers everything-

A distant voice draws your attention. It’s calling your name, and it sounds so familiar-

“Tell me where you are,” Wonwoo urges.

“We’re in a field?”

“Tell me where you are,” the vampire repeats, his hand wrapping around your throat, squeezing painfully. When you look into his eyes, they’re completely black, and your heart leaps in your chest. Horns grow out of his head, and a moment later, it’s no longer Wonwoo in front of you, it’s a demon.

“Y/N, wake up!” a booming voice tears you away, and suddenly, you’re not in the field anymore. Your eyes snap open and you sit up abruptly, heart still racing in your chest. 

You feel arms wrap around you, and you realize it’s Wonwoo, the real Wonwoo. 

“I had the strangest dream,” you breathe, still trying to make sense of the whole thing.

“It was an incubus,” Wonwoo tells you. “I could sense that he’d entered your mind.”

“He was trying to find out where we are, to see if I’d made the Daylighter potion yet,” you whisper.

“Did you tell him anything?” Your vampire protector freezes next to you.

“No.” You shake your head. “I didn’t say anything.”

You hear someone release a breath, and you look up to find a frazzled Mingyu standing there. His hair is messy from sleep, and he’s shirtless, wearing only a pair of boxers. “What the fuck is an incubus?”

“Incubi are above your pay grade,” Wonwoo states simply, holding you closer. “Demons don’t generally get involved with lower levels like us, but the Daylighter potion would disrupt their system.”

“Right,” Mingyu nods, but you can tell he doesn’t fully understand. “Anyways, are we good? You’re good?” He approaches you, holding out a hand.

You grab his extended palm, squeezing gently. “I’m okay.”

As your heart stops racing, your body begins to focus on a different feeling.

It had been an incubus in your dream, and incubi feed off of one thing: sexual energy.

You suddenly feel very hot, in bed, between Mingyu and Wonwoo- God, you’d woken up from a nightmare only to find yourself in your best daydream.

Wonwoo stiffens beside you, and Mingyu’s grip on your hand tightens, his pupils visibly blowing in size. 

Can they… sense that you’re horny?

Fuck… can they smell it with their God damned super senses?

You suddenly feel like a bunny caught between two predators, but for some reason, you’re not actually scared. Both men have the capacity for violence, but you know, in your heart of hearts, that they would never, ever hurt you. 

“We should let her sleep,” Wonwoo says, voice low.

He begins to pull away but you cling tighter to him, your grip increasing on Mingyu’s hand too.

“No,” you breathe, swallowing thickly to get rid of the lump in your throat. “I uh… Don’t go.”

“Y/N,” Wonwoo warns, “This could end badly.”

“At this point, I don’t care,” you admit. The vampire looks at you for a few seconds, and you can tell he’s trying to get a read on your emotions. You cup his cheek with your free hand. “This is long overdue.”

Wonwoo stares at you, and for a moment, you think he’s going to pull away, but then, he leans forward, pressing his lips to yours for the very first time. He’s kissing you softly, showing a gentleness that you hadn’t quite expected.

You release a groan immediately, shifting closer-

Mingyu tugs in your hand. “I’ll just leave.”

You break your kiss with Wonwoo, turning to look at the wolf in the room. “Don’t go,” you whimper. “I want both of you.” 

You catch Mingyu’s gaze shifting to Wonwoo uncertainly, and you feel the vampire tense at your side.

“Both of us?” Wonwoo asks, voice shockingly level considering what you’d just suggested.

“Both,” you repeat, nodding. “I just- I don’t know, you’re both my protectors. I feel like, if I only slept with one of you, it would throw off the dynamic.”

“So you want us both… for the dynamic?” Wonwoo clarifies.

“That sounds horrible,” you groan. “I’m still sleepy- look, I’m attracted to both of you, I care about you both in different ways. Please don’t make me choose.”

You watch Mingyu and Wonwoo exchange a look again, but this time Wonwoo sighs and Mingyu shrugs.

“I won’t step on your toes,” Mingyu promises, addressing the vampire.

Wonwoo releases another exasperated breath. “If anyone knew I was agreeing to share a bed with a dog-”

“He’s a werewolf, don’t be rude,” you chastize, nudging Wonwoo in the ribs.

“Dude, you’ve already seen me naked,” Mingyu points out, and your heart nearly lurches out of your chest.

“What?”

“He carried me in the other night, after the full moon. I woke up in the bath and he was practically grooming me.”

Your eyes shift to Wonwoo in shock and he downplays it with a shrug. “I told you, I don’t like dirt on the sheets.”

“Well, I’m pretty sure we’re about to make a mess of this bedding,” Mingyu says, voice lowering as he steps closer. 

“I don’t care,” you breathe. “Enough talk.”

“Whatever you say, princess,” Mingyu grins, leaning down and grabbing your jaw. He brings his lips to yours and you immediately groan, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck. He’s so warm and big, there’s a muskiness to his scent, but it doesn’t remind you of dog. It reminds you of the forest, of sanctuary, and it makes you lean in even more as Mingyu kisses your breath away.

Wonwoo shifts beside you, his hands fanning up and down your arms, then, you feel a second set of lips on your shoulder.

Your sleeping shirt has shifted down a little, allowing Wonwoo to have full access to your skin. Each cold kiss is a contrast to Mingyu’s warmth, and it makes you shiver between your two large protectors.

It seems Wonwoo’s the one with less patience out of the two men, which is something you’re not expecting as he grabs the hem of your shirt, slowly lifting it off your body.

You’d not been wearing a bra to bed, and your nipples pebble at the cool air of the room when they’re newly exposed. You groan when two hands grab your breasts, one hot, one cold. It seems both men have a thing for tits, and you can’t say you’re mad about it as they begin to massage you, drawing even more sounds of pleasure from your lips.

It’s Wonwoo who pinches your nipple first and you gasp against Mingyu’s mouth, breaking the kiss to turn and look at Wonwoo over your shoulder. He kisses you deeply, his free hand grabbing the back of your head to draw you close.

You get so lost in Wonwoo that you don’t realize Mingyu has adjusted until wet, hot lips wrap around one of your nipples.

You whimper loudly, pulling away from Wonwoo to look down at Mingyu. His eyes are closed and he groans as he begins to suck diligently on your sensitive bud, his tongue lapping at you in a way you’ve never quite experienced. 

“Shit,” you moan, threading your fingers through Mingyu’s hair.

“I’m getting tired of his smell,” Wonwoo sighs beside you. “I know a way to cover it up.”

Mingyu pulls off your nipple, confusion written on his face.

“You both trust me, right?” the vampire asks, looking between you and the wolf.

“Yes?” you offer, not sure what else to say.

“Y/N, lay on the edge of the bed, Mingyu you’re on the ground below,” Wonwoo instructs.

You exchange a glance with Mingyu, but he shrugs, following through. Wonwoo helps you to the edge of the bed, adjusting so he’s behind you, your smaller body between his legs, ensnared.

“Take her shorts off,” Wonwoo instructs, and Mingyu’s even quicker to follow through with that command than the first.

You release a shuddery breath as your silky shorts are dragged down your legs, leaving you completely exposed to the two men.

Wonwoo’s hand wraps around your body, his fingers seeking out your clit.

You groan as he begins to stroke the sensitive bud, his lips tracing kisses along your throat. “Be good for us,” Wonwoo warns, his digits easily pushing into your wet core.

You whimper, shifting in his embrace. Wonwoo’s free hand braces across your chest, grabbing your breast and pinching at your nipple.

A quiver shakes through your thighs, and when you look down at Mingyu, you find him watching each movement with extreme interest.

Two of Wonwoo’s fingers begin to work open your pussy, and he begins to crook them up toward your gspot, making your legs shake even more.

“Have you ever squirted before?” Wonwoo asks, breath hot along your ear.

It feels so odd to be hearing him speak to you in this context, but at the same time, it feels so right. 

“I’ve never-” you shake your head, swallowing thickly as your words get caught in your throat.

“Good, then we’ll be your first,” Wonwoo smirks against your neck. “You’ll feel pressure, don’t try to fight it, just let your body do what it’s going to do, okay?”

“Okay.” You nod. 

Wonwoo presses one more kiss to your shoulder before his hand begins to move again. He expertly thrusts his fingers up to that special spot, and within seconds you can hear the wetness of your pussy with each movement. 

Mingyu gets closer, and he’s on his knees now. He’s looking between your pussy, your breasts and your face, as if he can’t quite decide what to focus on.

“Gonna squirt on your wolf, make him smell like you, mark him the way wolves usually mark their mates,” Wonwoo tells you, his voice low in your ear.

You whimper at his words, skin beginning to tingle as pleasure unlike anything else builds in the pit of your stomach. 

“Rub your clit for me,” Wonwoo commands next. “I think you’re just about ready for it.”

Your hand is shaking as you bring it between your thighs, gently drawing circles on your sensitive bud as Wonwoo continues to work your pussy, his motions getting even faster, and harder-

You groan desperately, throwing your head back against Wonwoo’s shoulder as a powerful release overtakes you. It’s like a pressure on your abdomen, but it’s so delightful at the same time, your body overwhelmed by it all.

You can’t open your eyes, can’t do anything but rub your clit as Wonwoo makes you feel something you’ve never felt.

You’re aware of a wetness between your thighs, but you can’t bring yourself to care as Wonwoo continues to work the pleasure out of you.

Finally, he’s tearing his fingers out of you, only to land a gentle smack to your pussy that has you yelping and shaking.

The moment his hand is gone, it’s replaced with a mouth, and your entire body jolts, eyes snapping open to see Mingyu between your thighs. He grabs at you, keeping you steady as his tongue pushes into your tight pussy, lapping at the walls that Wonwoo had just ravaged with his fingers.

The werewolf sucks your clit into his mouth and your body shakes, chest heaving-

Squirting hadn’t felt like an orgasm per se, it had been an entirely unique experience. It was pleasurable, and amazing, but the build up hadn’t been like that of a vibrator or the like- but what Mingyu’s doing to you is familiar. You can feel the coil tightening in the pit of your stomach as he ravages your pussy.

You love how messy he’s being, how sloppy- his tongue is everywhere, in the best possible way.

“Gyu-” you whimper, reaching one hand down to tangle in his hair. You don’t want him to move, don’t want him to go anywhere- your muscles are already tensing in anticipation of the orgasm he’s going to give you, and you’ll be damned if you miss out on it.

“He feels good?” Wonwoo asks in your ear. 

“So good.”

“I’ll give it to the wolf, he knows how to eat.”

There’s something about the deepness of Wonwoo’s voice, the sinful context of what he’s saying- it’s the last straw you need to fall over the edge. Your muscles tense incredibly tight before snapping, pleasure flowing through you like a river.

“Fuck!” you whimper, beginning to thrash- only for both men to hold you down. It’s clear they’re not going to let you run away from the feeling, and they keep you where they want you while Mingyu eats you through your high.

Your entire body is on fire with the pleasure, and you can feel it in every fiber of your being. It’s all consuming, in the best way.

You’re crying by the time Mingyu releases you, pulling away from your pussy. He stares up at you with dark eyes, and when he stands, you notice your squirt dripping down his chest. He’s covered in you, in your scent, and you realize why Wonwoo had wanted foreplay to be like this. Now, all either of them will smell is you, and you think they prefer it this way.

“How are we going to do this?” Mingyu asks, voice gruff, his cock straining against his boxers.

“We’ll take turns,” Wonwoo says factually, beginning to massage your breasts again. “As much as I think we’d all enjoy double penetration, I don’t want to break her. That’s something we’ll have to work up to.”

Mingyu nods. “Turns.”

“I’ll go first,” Wonwoo sighs, kissing your throat. “I’m not as into a mess as you are.”

Mingyu groans, but he doesn’t fight it.

“Because you’re both being good,” the vampire continues, “y/n, you can straddle Mingyu and I’ll fuck you from behind while you both toy with each other.”

“Please be fast,” Mingyu begs, “I don’t know how much I can hold off.”

“You’ll have to,” Wonwoo counters. “Only good dogs get treats.”

An expression blooms across the werewolf features, it’s a mix of lust, annoyance and confusion. You can tell he’s turned on by what Wonwoo just said, but there’s a lack of connection between the feeling, and the logistics that are probably running through Mingyu’s mind.

Unlocking new kinks is always confusing, but that’s not something you dwell on as you becon Mingyu to get onto the bed.

He lays down and you’re quick to grab his boxers, dragging them down in record speed.

Fuck, Mingyu’s huge- it makes you drool. “I want to suck him off,” you whimper.

Mingyu groans deeply. “Fuck.”

“You can do whatever you want,” Wonwoo coos as you get into position, on your knees, looking down at Mingyu’s massive cock. 

You grab the base, pumping it gently and looking up at Mingyu, who shifts desperately against the sheets.

He grabs the blanket, and you can tell he’s already close- you kind of love having this power over him. If the act of eating you out is enough to make him close to exploding- well, you wonder what sucking him off will do.

Two hands smooth across your ass, and then you feel Wonwoo’s cock swiping between your pussy lips. 

“Fuck,” Mingyu groans, threading his fingers through your hair. “Can you… can you put it in your mouth?”

“You better not cum down her throat without asking permission first,” Wonwoo warns.

“I won’t, fuck, I won’t,” Mingyu whimpers, guiding you gently to his cock.

You lick at the head of it first, getting a better gauge for his size.

Mingyu shakes beneath you, hips twitching. You can sense he’s at war with himself, part of him clearly wants to apply pressure to your head and force you to take him, but another part is trying to be respectful of you. You wonder if this clash between animalistic and human sides is a result of the recent full moon-

Wonwoo’s cock slips into your wet core and you groan deeply, sinking more of your mouth onto Mingyu, who echoes your sound of pleasure.

You begin to suck on the werewolf’s tip as Wonwoo starts to slowly thrust into you, giving you more and more of his cock until he’s flush to your ass.

“That’s it,” Wonwoo groans, grabbing your hips. “Taking us both so good.”

The praise makes your entire body vibrate with energy, and you moan around Mingyu’s cock, sucking him deeper into your mouth until he’s practically hitting the back of your throat.

“Fuck, fuck-” Mingyu is straining now and you can feel it.

“Almost looks like boytoy is going to pop before he even gets a chance at your pussy,” Wonwoo chuckles.

“No!” Mingyu blurts, “I’ll be good, just, fuck, hurry up!”

Wonwoo might not be the nicest in bed, but you are, and you pull off Mingyu’s cock, stroking it. “Take some breaths,” you tell him, resting your cheek against his thigh.

Mingyu begins to take audible gasps as he focuses on slowing himself down. You stroke him languidly, taking your time as Wonwoo’s pace increases behind you.

“You’re too nice to him,” Wonwoo groans, gripping your hips harder as he rails into you.

“Fuck, one of us has to be,” you whimper, closing your eyes so you can focus on the pleasure that’s beginning to surge through you.

“This isn’t good cop bad cop,” Wonwoo points out.

“True, but I’m also not a sadistic dom like you are,” you fire back with a moan.

You hear Wonwoo chuckle. “I guess that’s true.”

He adjusts slightly, and now, each thrust has him hitting a spot deep inside of you. “Kind of want you to cum again,” Wonwoo admits. “Can you do that for me?”

“I don’t-”

“Three times isn’t that bad,” Wonwoo points out. “Besides, Mingyu’s going to pop the moment he’s inside of you, so it’s not like he’ll make you cum.”

That’s a very good point, you realize, and you slip your hand between your thighs, rubbing your clit.

Your pussy clenches tight around Wonwoo from the stimulus and you both groan. 

“That’s it,” Wonwoo breathes. “Squeezing me so well.”

Mingyu groans above you, Wonwoo’s dirty talk doing as much to turn him on as you.

“Rub harder,” Wonwoo commands, and you do as you’re told, whimpering from how good it feels. “Mingyu, tell her how good she is, the sooner she cums, the sooner you cum.”

“Fuck, baby, you’re so good!” Mingyu blurts out immediately. “Your mouth, your hand- fuck, I can’t imagine how your pussy is going to feel, oh my god-”

His hand flexes in the bed sheets and Wonwoo chuckles.

“Cum for us, please, I need to feel you,” Mingyu begs desperately. 

Your core is throbbing from his words, throbbing from how well Wonwoo is fucking you.

“She’s close,” the vampire muses. “Her perfect pussy is just sucking me right back in.”

Mingyu lets out a strangled sound, and the noise is enough to throw you over the edge.

Nothing in your life has ever been as sexy as this moment. Two strong men, one begging and whining while the other dominates. You, caught between them both, the source of their torment and their pleasure. They’re opposites, in temperament as well as being, after all, werewolves and vampires have historically never gotten along- but they agree about you, and right now, that’s all that matters. 

Your core clamps down on Wonwoo’s cock, squeezing him desperately as your orgasm overcomes you.

Your hand motion on Mingyu’s cock stops, body too overcome by the feeling of cumming to pay attention to anything else.

Moans and whimpers escape you, your eyes clenched shut as waves of pleasure surge through your body. Wonwoo fucks you through it, and then he releases a small gasp, his thrusts coming to a stop. You can feel his cum filling you up as he gives three more shallow efforts of movement.

You’re both breathing hard, and before you can even fully recuperate, Mingyu’s tugging at you. “My turn,” he says desperately.

Wonwoo laughs, and you can only whimper as one cock pulls out of you. Mingyu is quick to drag you up his body, and then, his own length is entering your core, stretching out your pussy unlike anything you’ve ever felt.

You moan desperately, burying your face against Mingyu’s throat. 

“I’ve got you,” he says, wrapping his arms around you as he begins to fuck up into you. “Fuck, so good, shit-”

He’s definitely not going to last long, so you do your best to focus on how good he feels. You can’t even bring yourself to care that his chest is sticky and covered in your squirt, in fact, the sinful aspect kind of turns you on even more.

Your core is still throbbing from your orgasm with Wonwoo, and each time your pussy contracts around the new, large intrusion, Mingyu gasps. His breath is hot against your throat, arms strong around your body as he holds you, fucking up into you like a wild man.

“Shit, shit, shit-”

“Cum for me,” you tell him, nuzzling against his jaw. “You’ve been a good boy, let go.”

Mingyu releases a strangled sound, and then he’s squeezing you tight, filling your pussy completely as he cums deep inside of you.

It feels good in his embrace. You’re not being crushed, instead, it feels like a protective weighted blanket, and he’s so warm too- God, you could fall asleep right like this, right now, his massive cock still buried to the hilt in your wet, throbbing pussy.

Mingyu’s heart is racing in his chest, and you’re both breathing heavily, but slowly he releases you.

“Take her to the shower, I’ll clean this all up,” Wonwoo’s voice draws you out of your daze.

“Can’t we just sleep?” Mingyu groans.

“You werewolves and the most unclean people I’ve ever met,” Wonwoo snaps, and you feel Mingyu sink beneath you, dejected.

“Come on, Gyu, a shower would be nice,” you encourage him, pressing kisses against his throat.

“Okay,” Mingyu sighs.

He stands a moment later, cradling you in his arms as he takes you to the bathroom. The two of you begin to wash each other, careful of all the cum. He’s so soft with you, so gentle, and you’ve never been this relaxed.

When you’re both clean, you go back to your room, collapsing onto your bed. Wonwoo sits on one side of you, Mingyu on the other. The werewolf tugs you to his chest, being your big spoon while your hand is in Wonwoo’s lap.

“Sleep with us,” you urge him.

“I can’t, but you two should get some rest,” Wonwoo sighs.

You’re so exhausted you can’t even find it within yourself to argue, and moments later, you’re falling asleep, basking in the warmth of the man behind you, and the comfort of your vampire protector watching guard. 

Eight: 

Wonwoo’s thoughts are turbulent as you and Mingyu sleep next to him. The sex had been amazing, and shockingly enough, Wonwoo hadn’t quite minded having the werewolf there. It’s clear that Mingyu is good for you, and at the end of the day, your wellbeing trumps Wonwoo’s own possessive tendencies.

He’s not one to dwell on things, so Wonwoo reaches for the ancestral diary on your bedside table. It’s not a recipe or spell book, so you’ve not spent a lot of time going through it, but Wonwoo just need something to distract himself. 

It’s only hours later when Wonwoo comes across a specific passage that makes him stop. It’s the first mention of the Daylighter potion he’s seen anywhere, and he continues to read, eager for the recipe.

‘The potion was supposed to cure sun affliction, and it did, but the concoction did more than that. It cured the vampirism as a whole. My protector, my guardian, now but a man. Powerless as a babe, but as fierce as he’s ever been. No other vampire would want this, so I’ve torn out the page with the ingredients. This potion, perhaps, is best left in history. No one should have the power to cure vampirism, least of all the witches. This could shift the tides in a war that’s been lasting centuries. The witches should not have this power, nor should the wolves or the demons. No one should have this power. The Daylighter potion was a success, but it was also the worst thing I’ve ever created. May the Goddess forgive me for this abuse of power.’

Wonwoo rereads the passage five times before he puts the book aside, trying to steady himself.

This whole time- they’d assumed the potion would cure a vampire’s weakness to sun. No one ever considered that the Daylighter potion might cure vampirism all together.

Wonwoo had wanted the potion so he could protect you day or night, but how could he protect you if he was a mortal?

If he was a mortal… if he was like you and Mingyu, could he grow old with you?

But… what use would growing old with you be if he could never keep you safe?

Wonwoo’s overcome with emotion as he stares down at you and Mingyu.

This was never an outcome he’d expected, and he’s not sure how you’ll react. 

The vampire decides not to tell you about this information. He decides to simply be there for you as long as you want him. He decides to let you sleep, unburdened by the discovery he’s just made. And finally, Wonwoo decides that you are more important than him being a Daylighter. He’ll choose the eternal night with you over the sunshine, and it’s his own choice to make.

Wonwoo doesn’t know who he is if he’s not your protector, so he decides that’s exactly what he’ll continue to be.

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🌷 many-coloured-grass Follow

Can we all agree to stop making jokes about each other’s deaths? Making light of someone’s death even as a joke is really gross

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No I was murdered so I can reclaim it

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⏳ dream-within-a-dream Follow

Okay but can someone tell me how posts here are getting so many notes? There’s like around 100 people at the academy and I’m frequently seeing posts with well over 1,000 notes. Like, it would be one thing if these posts were years old but some of them are from 2 days ago. Did I just miss the memo and everyone here has at least 10+ accounts, like WHERE are you guys coming from?

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Can the spirits not show their appreciation for people’s commentery? Can the creatures of the night not find humour in wits and gists of others? What is the difference from the newly departed and the Unseen Ones?

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Absolutely horrific answer, thank you for your time

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Tell me why it’s around eight in the morning and the first thing I see while heading to the dining hall is Lenore PINING Annabel Lee AGAINST A WALL

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Care to clarify who the hell you were referring to in this post?

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Yes

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After everything the afterlife could have been, you’re telling me that I have to go to SCHOOL and have CLASSES that start at 9AM? Truly tempted to walk straight into the wasteland, there’s only so much a second chance at life is worth

#not to mention with have fucking ROOMMATES #this academy is MASSIVE #you’re telling me there isn’t enough room for single rooms in this place?

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I’m curious, who do you guys think you could take in their spectre forms?

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IN A FIGHT

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🎶 decomposingmusic Follow

You’re not about to manifest your spectre, you’re just dehydrated

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out of the way gay boy i’m boutta separate myself from my remaining mortal ties and embrace the abilites of my spiritual form

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nures rom

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do you think the Deans wake up every day, take one look at us before telling Ms. Poppet ‘PUT THOSE BEASTS IN SITUATIONS!’

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Does anyone know if Duke and Pluto (the two boys friends with Lenore) are an item or not? Cause any time I’ve seen them interact, Duke has consistently referred to Pluto as Mon Minou (my kitten in french) and I’m not sure if the two of them are together or if they’re just…Like That

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UPDATE: SO IT TURNS OUT PLUTO DIDN’T KNOW WHAT MON MINOU MEANT AND FOUND OUT THROUGH MY POST. HIM AND DUKE HAVE BEEN BICKERING ABOUT IT ALL THE WAY BACK TO THE DORM ROOMS

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Despite what you would think would occur from this development, none of this has answered by original question

#I was just curious if these two were gay or just European #by all accounts they might be both

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I think I’m about half with through the manor right now? Honestly this lesson is going much better than I expected!

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[about to be eaten by one of the monsters in the Teraphobia trial] okay but do you think I’m cute? Be honest

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Do you think that Annabel Lee and Lenore have ever explored each others bodies

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Can you fucking not do this? Not only are they real people, they’re our classmates and clearly can’t stand each other. Stuff like this is weird and gross

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I bet they fucked nasty up at the widow’s watch

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This is actually how Lenore won the Mystery Manor lesson

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Sometimes that butch pussy gets you acting unwise

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What’s not clicking

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[zablife]

My Sun, My Moon and All My Stars (Part 4)

Tommy Shelby x OC (Aurora Sabini Changretta)

Summary: As Aurora begins to heal physically under the care of Tommy and Frances, her heart is wounded by shocking news from home.

A/N: I discontinued this series many months ago, but my lovely moots encouraged me to cont exploring my OC, Aurora. Thru their support, I've renewed my interest in finishing this series and I hope you'll enjoy the journey!

Warnings: language, drinking, mention of death

☀️🌙✨MASTERLIST✨🌙☀️

Part 3

Frances helped Aurora to her chair at the breakfast table carefully, eyes snapping to attention at the slightest wince of pain. When she was seated comfortably, Aurora smiled up at the kind housekeeper and thanked her as the woman placed a linen napkin onto her lap. It was the first morning Aurora had been well enough to join Tommy for breakfast and she surveyed the long table of food, wondering if he was expecting more guests.

“Are you feeding an army?” she asked in amusement, glancing down the long table which held a wide assortment of dishes. 

Tommy chuckled, “I didn’t know what you’d eat so I had the cook prepare some options.” Looking on with concern still etched into his brow he reminded his guest, “You need your strength.”

“It looks delicious, thank you,” Aurora commented, eyeing a large plate of poached eggs, sausage and tomato. “At least you’ll eat some of this so it doesn’t go to waste,” she noted.

Frances just hummed, knowing perfectly well Mr. Shelby wouldn’t eat a bite. He preferred his cigarettes and tea first thing in the morning with little else, but there was no point in telling Aurora this. The last thing Frances wanted was to make the young woman uncomfortable or self conscious. She placed a dish before Aurora and excused herself as Tommy sat back in his chair, tucking his pocket watch into his waistcoat. 

“You’re looking well,” he declared with a hint of a smile gracing his lips. 

“I’ve received excellent care,” Aurora remarked. “Your housekeeper is an angel,” she added, as Frances beamed from the doorway.

“I see you two have made amends,” he smirked. 

“Yes, well…I apologized to her. I was unwell when we met…and I wasn’t thinking clearly,” she explained haltingly. She was ashamed of her behavior when she first arrived at Arrow House, especially after the care Frances had shown. 

“S alright,” Tommy said, reaching for his cigarettes and rubbing one across his lips before lighting it. “I can assure you, she’s seen me at my worst and hasn’t left yet.” He took a long drag and exhaled slowly as Aurora’s eyes caught his across the table through the veil of smoke. He coughed and cleared his throat before mumbling, “Then again people are loyal to those who pay their wages.”

Aurora reached for a slice of toast as she thought about his words, cynical yet practical. She’d often been accused of the same, but her father had taught her that a good business required a firm hand. It was part of the reason she’d always held Enzo at arms length. However, the sentimental side of her couldn’t help but think of him now. If he faced danger because of what he’d done to help her escape. She tried to get her mind off his fate and back to the matters at hand, ready to share information with Tommy.

“I’m not sure if you’re aware, but all the men who came from New York are hired by the Sabini family not the Changrettas,” she offered. Tommy leaned forward onto his elbows, eager to listen as she continued. “The men that are here surrounding Luca follow orders from my father,” Aurora said, catching Tommy’s eye and holding his gaze for emphasis. 

Tommy flicked ash onto an empty bread plate as he shook his head softly. “Loyalty isn’t just about money, though is it? It’s the trust you have in those who know you best,” he emphasized, pointing his cigarette toward her. “For me, my strength is my family. You see we went through very dark days not long ago and for some reason they still put their faith in me during this war. That can’t be bought.”

Aurora bristled at the thought that she was merely a pile of cash to the men in her employ. She cared for them and their families deeply and they her. “Trust is the only definition of loyalty,” she stressed. “My father didn’t become the most powerful man in New York without forging bonds with his men. They would die for him.”

“But not Luca?” Tommy asked pointedly.

Aurora looked away as she slowly began to shake her head, biting the inside of her cheek as she thought of the men they’d already lost. It was true that they had placed their faith in her and the Sabini name. It turned her stomach to think of what had been asked of them and she slid her plate away with a harsh gulp. “Luca thinks I’m the one who subverts his plans and plants doubt in the minds of our soldiers, but the truth is he doesn’t have their respect.”

Tommy shot her a knowing look as he proclaimed, “Then let’s offer them someone they can trust.” Stamping out his cigarette, he pushed away from the table and strode toward her with an open palm. Aurora couldn’t help but reach for him as well in the moment, joining him for a stroll in the garden to continue discussing their plans.

The morning paper sat untouched upon the table, the disturbing headlines from America unread as they passed a pleasant hour strolling in the garden. When Frances came to clear the dishes her fingertips brushed across the stark black and white print, her distress visible to the other members of staff as she repeated in a low whisper, “Antonio Sabini Feared Dead.”

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Tommy paced before his desk, waiting for Polly to offer guidance.  “Does she know how serious it is?” his aunt asked pointedly.

“She didn’t even read the morning paper, Pol,” Tommy answered on a low breath.

“Are you saying she doesn’t know anything?” 

Tommy nodded in confirmation, swiping a hand down his face. “I asked the staff to keep quiet until I think of the words.” He didn’t want to be the one to tell Aurora her fatherly was gravely ill, but didn’t want anyone else to deliver the horrible message.

“Don’t you think you should give her the news?” Polly prodded, watching the color drain from his face. She instantly recognized his fondness for the woman upstairs, softening at the revelation.

“Would she even believe me?” Tommy asked, knowing Aurora still didn’t fully trust the delicate arrangement of their cohabitation.

“You need to tell her as soon as possible,” Polly advised, watching Tommy intently to see if he would heed her counsel.

Striding toward the decanter of whisky, Tommy grumbled a reluctant agreement to her plan. As Polly waited for a definitive reply, he poured himself a generous drink. Then turning slowly from the bar, he answered, “Tomorrow.”

Polly intended to hold him to the promise, wanting a swift resolution to the problem at hand. However, she understood there was something more at play. “I hope you know what you’re doing, Thomas.”

Tommy turned with a jerk, a look of annoyance spreading across his face. “Say what you mean, Pol,” he demanded as he sunk his drink in one gulp.

“You care for this woman so be careful,” she stated emphatically, knowing she’d been correct as his eyes flashed a warning not to interfere.

Tommy furrowed his brow, unwilling to accept his aunt’s pronouncement. “It’s business, Pol,” he insisted.

Polly gave a slow, reluctant nod. “If you say so,” she conceded. However, her eyebrows raised a fraction as she glanced across the room at him. “I’ll say goodnight then.” Taking up her coat in one hand and handbag in the other, her heels clicked swiftly across the floor. 

As the door closed behind his aunt, Tommy dropped into a nearby chair, a heavy sigh escaping his lips as he thought of the difficult conversation awaiting him in the morning.

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Daylight would bring new challenges not even Polly could have predicted. As the phone trilled loudly from the hall, Tommy noticed the change in Frances’ voice as she spoke, the nearly imperceptible change of tone enough to draw him from his room in unabashed hurry. 

Frances was surprised at the sight of him clad only in pajama bottoms, rushing toward her as though he understood the importance of the call without knowing who was on the line.

“Who shall I say is calling?” Frances continued in a professional manner, eyeing her employer nervously as she relayed the message. “It’s an Italian, sir. He says his name is Enzo,” she informed him, passing the receiver into his sweaty palm.

“I’m sorry to wake you, Mr. Shelby, but this is a matter of great importance," the foreign caller informed him.

“What’s happened?” Tommy asked breathlessly and without any of the usual pleasantries.

The line crackled with static, momentarily delaying the words that would send Tommy reeling. “Aurora is with you, yes?”

Tommy’s throat constricted, mouth suddenly parched as he fought the urge to shout it wasn’t true. However, he had to expect the Sabinis had been watching him the same way his men had been following their family.

“Your silence is confirmation enough,” Enzo decreed. 

As Tommy growled wordlessly, the other man kept his calm, offering a placation Tommy hadn’t been expecting. “I mean you no harm as I’m only a messenger,” the man explained. “I’ve taken great risk to contact you so Aurora should know…”

“Know what?” Tommy uttered on a low breath, afraid of the answer.

“Her father has died. This is all I wish to say to her, along with my most sincere condolences,” Enzo admitted, a sadness tinging his voice.

The line went dead before Tommy could reply, his hand still clutching the receiver tightly. If he thought the news of her father’s illness would be hard to break, this seemed impossible.

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The moment of truth came sooner rather than later as Aurora joined Tommy in his study a few hours later. She took a seat across from Tommy’s desk, watching him scribble a note on some paperwork before clearing her throat for attention.

“You’re distracted this morning,” she noted, pursing her lips in disapproval. 

“M sorry,” Tommy replied. “That wasn’t my intention. Have you eaten?” he asked, stalling for time. 

Aurora instantly noticed the full ashtray at his elbow and the tension he held in his jaw, asking pointedly, “You’ve had a difficult morning?”

Tommy inhaled a long, deep breath, his gaze wandering to the window for a moment of peace before Aurora’s next statement stabbed into him.

“Vigliacco!” (coward) she spat, shaking her head at him. "Why didn’t you tell me about my father?” she hissed, eyes burning with a bright fury he’d yet to behold even in her moments of deep rage.

“H-how did you know?” Tommy stuttered, mind racing to think of any staff besides Frances who might be privy to that information.

“You're not the only one who talks to Maggie at the exchange,” she countered, jutting out her chin at him.

Tommy turned to face Aurora with a look of repentance shining in his eyes. He had wanted to tell her himself, never meaning for her to learn of something so tragic in such an impersonal way.

“What did you hope to gain by keeping this from me? Did you imagine I’d stay here with you forever?” she scoffed, twisting the knife of rejection. “How dare you!”

He swallowed harshly before offering, “I was going to tell you.”

“Now you don’t have to,” she spat, pushing up from her chair with one last glare in Tommy’s direction.

“I’m going to the church to pray for my father. Don’t follow me!” Storming out of the room, she slammed the door behind herself with a finality that told Tommy it was best to leave her to her grief.

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The last rays of sun poured through stained glass, casting jeweled shadows of deep blue and emerald across the empty wooden pews. The scent of polish hung in the air along with a lingering thickness of incense from morning mass. Though smaller than the cathedral she’d frequented as a child, the tiny chapel had a familiarity about it that provided immense comfort.

Blowing out the match she’d used to light a candle in her father’s honor, Aurora knelt down to pray for his soul. It was a surreal moment of disconnection, her lips speaking the words of a prayer she knew by heart and yet her mind wandered far across the ocean. Would anything be different if she and Luca hadn’t left to fight this vendetta? She inhaled a shaky breath as she wondered if the strain had led to his untimely demise. 

“Forgive me, Papa,” she whispered as she made the sign of the cross. She remained in contemplative silence a moment longer, startling at the sound of scuffed footsteps behind her. The rosary she held in her right hand dropped to the stone floor with a loud clinking, met by the disapproving tsk of the person standing behind her.

Aurora turned slowly, brushing the edge of her lace mantilla to look upon Luca’s face for the first time since he’d chased her at the docks.

“Don't look so surprised, principessa,” he chided, fixing his tie in a calm, unhurried display of arrogance.

Aurora felt her entire body turn rigid as she studied the way his lip curled into a satisfied sneer, her eyes darting wildly for anyone who might come to her rescue, but there wasn’t a soul to be found.

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[ruru195]

The Campfire Confessions

The flames crackled quietly. The questers, after being able to reach their next stop, met the circus and decided to rest with them, finally taking a break from what they had to go through. It was late, long after training, but none of them could sleep.

Felix sat apart, sharpening a worn blade, back straight, eyes distant.

One by one, the others joined him in silence… until the stillness became something more sacred.

A place for truths.

🖤 BENDY – Restless Heart

Bendy plopped beside Felix, arms resting on his knees, bouncing slightly.

“I ever tell you I wanted to be a dancer when I was a kid?” he muttered suddenly.

Felix raised a brow. “No.”

Bendy chuckled. “Thought it was dumb. Thought people’d laugh.”

He looked at his hands, scarred and calloused.

“I fight with these now. But… sometimes I miss just moving because it felt good. Not ‘cause I had to survive.”

Felix put down the blade.

“You’re not dumb,” he said softly. “You were alive. And you still can be. Fighting and feeling aren't opposites.”

Bendy blinked at him, eyes wide. “...You really think so?”

“I know so,” Felix replied. “You don’t have to lose the dream just because life got heavy. Dance again. Even if it’s alone.”

Bendy smiled, barely. “Maybe I will.”

🌙 MUGMAN – Quiet Storm

Later, Mugman took Felix’s place by the fire, eyes flicking to the stars.

“I hate that I get scared so easy,” he said suddenly, voice shaky.

Felix didn’t interrupt.

“I get scared I’ll mess up. Scared they’ll get hurt. Scared I’ll get hurt. And I hate it, but… I don’t know how to stop.”

He looked at Felix, like it was a secret he’d buried for years.

“I wanna protect people. But I feel like I don’t deserve to be the one doing it.”

Felix inhaled through his nose and let the silence stretch.

“Courage,” he said, “isn’t being fearless. It’s being terrified and still showing up.”

Mugman sniffed.

“You’re one of the most loyal, thoughtful people I’ve ever trained,” Felix added. “Don’t ever think fear makes you weak. It makes you human.”

Mugman nodded, wiping his eyes.

“Thanks, Felix.”

💧 BORIS – Heavy Shoulders

When the fire dimmed and stars overtook the sky, Boris finally spoke.

“I never thought I’d survive this long,” he said.

Felix glanced over.

Boris swallowed. “Back then… when things got real bad, I just figured I’d be gone before I was seventeen.”

Felix’s chest ached.

“But now I’m still here. And I got people who love me. And sometimes that scares me more than anything. ‘Cause what if I can’t keep ‘em safe?”

Felix moved closer and placed a hand over Boris’s.

“You don’t have to carry the world,” he whispered. “You just have to carry your piece. And that’s enough.”

Boris didn’t respond for a while.

Then he whispered, “I love ‘em so much, Felix.”

Felix squeezed his hand. “That’s your greatest strength.”

🍂CUPHEAD – The Shadow and the Light

The fire had almost died when Cuphead leaned in beside Felix, knees pulled to his chest.

“My mother made me believe I was a monster,” he said quietly.

Felix looked at him gently.

“I started thinking… maybe I was. After what I did. What I became. All the stuff inside me.”

The silence thickened.

“But I want to protect people now. I want to be someone who matters. Not because of power. Because of me. Just me.”

Felix turned fully to him. “You already are.”

Cuphead looked at him, lips trembling.

“You have a heart bigger than most people I’ve met. Don’t ever let anyone, especially yourself, convince you that you’re just darkness.”

Cuphead bit his lip, shaking a little.

“You’re not who raised you,” Felix whispered. “You’re who you choose to be.”

Cuphead nodded, hugging his knees. “...I want to be good.”

“You are,” Felix said. “And I’m proud of you.”

🌌 DAWN – THE WILDCAT AND HIS WARDS

The sun peeked over the hills, golden light washing through the trees.

All four lay dozing in a ring around the fire, curled together, finally at peace.

Felix sat quietly, sipping a warm drink, watching them.

“They’ve come so far,” he whispered to himself.

Oswald appeared beside him, leaning down to kiss his temple.

“And they have you to thank,” Oswald murmured, resting his chin on Felix’s shoulder.

Felix smiled faintly. “They did the hard part. I just reminded them who they were.”

“And who are you?”

Felix tilted his head toward the fire. “A guide. A father. A husband. A mentor.”

He chuckled. “And apparently... a walking therapy session.”

Oswald laughed softly. “They needed you.”

Felix looked at them one last time before whispering:

“And I needed them.”

[ulquiorrapleasecallmetrash]

Can you write short stories or whatever it's called for Toshiro,Byakuya and Jugram when they find out that their female s/o suffers from depression?

Fandom: Bleach

Warnings: mention of depression

Rated: T

Admin Harmony: I can write for Byakuya and Toshiro. I can't with Jugram because i have no idea who he is. Sorry about that still, I hope you enjoy this!

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Byakuya Kuchiki:

“I… have depression.” You told him as you laid in your bed, you were still and quiet. You wanted to be left alone but you somehow knew that Byakuya wouldn’t let you. 

 He understood how  you felt. 

The pain, the lack of motivation…everything. It felt all too similar when his wife had died a long time ago. He sat next to you on  your bed, he gently ran his hand through your hair, holding you closely. You knew he had been so busy with paperwork as of late and you felt extra bad about it. “Am I… being a nuisance to you?” You asked softly, He gives you a soft smile,  “Of course not, my love. You can’t control how you feel. You sometimes have good days and other days, not so much.” You stared up at him, shocked he would say that. “So…you’re not…mad?” He shakes his head, “I could never be, we can take this one day at a time. Just, stay by me.” You hid your face in his chest, your fists clenched into his shirt. “I just…hate feeling this way…. I want to be the happy, carefree paramour you deserve but some days…I just don’t want to do anything but feel bad and I can’t even control it.” Byakuya listens, patting your back as he comforts you. “I know,but we will take this one day at a time. But just know  that everything will be okay. Because I love you no matter what.” You stared up at him, your eyes sparkled with love and gratitude. “Even on my bad days?” “Yes, even on your bad days. Just..stay with me and everything will always be okay.” He smiles down at you, which is sweet and genuine. “Thank you…so much…” You sniffled, happy to have a caring and understanding boyfriend like Byakuya.

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Toshiro Hitsugaya:

“You have to get up.” Toshiro didn’t sound stern but he was rather concerned. He hated when you were like this but he also didn’t understand how you could just stay in your bed all day and do nothing. 

“No…” You said out loud. 

“It's not healthy to stay in bed all day long.” He was honest, but he didn’t sound angry. “I know I know I just..can’t help it. I..have depression.” you muttered out. Toshiro’s eyes widened, he had no idea that you had depression and he wished he would have known sooner. He nods and understanding and his voice sounded more sincere than before, “I know but that’s why you need to. I know it’s hard… getting up and doing things you don’t want to but you don’t have to do much. I just want you to at least have lunch with me. When it comes to days like this, just getting up and doing one thing is enough.” You stayed silent for a moment, thinking about what toshiro had said. He wasn't exactly wrong, but it was still hard to do it. Then, you felt him right next to you. He places your head on his lap, his fingers playing with your hair. “Of course, we don’t have to go now.  There’s no rush. Right now, we stay like this for a little while then we both can go and get some lunch, how does that sound?” You smiled up at him, you were glad that he was still motivating you to get up all while being understanding and considerate. “You’re not mad that I don't want to get up yet?” He shakes his head, “Of course not, right now we just take things at your own place. It’s for the best, after all.”

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PICK A CARD: MESSAGE FROM YOUR FUTURE SELF

Left: Power ; Right: Calm

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🥀POWER🥀

You need this message. You have been struck down, struck down hard. You feel like this is the end, you can never get up from this failure, or for some of you series of failure, you took a lot and all came down one by one like dominos. You hate losing and now it feels like you lost. If everything seemed perfect before and now those things that looked like blessings, feel like curses: then this is a double confirmation that this message is for you. You may have been cheated in business or dealings too. But worry not, because justice will be served. You are being told to stand up again, I know you are hesitant and rather not face the world, but you should because after that all the wrongs start becoming right. Getting back up, can feel slow, but this time you are not impulsive, this time you read the fine print, do not sign any papers without reading!! This time you have a method and are meticulous, and the victory will be yours if you are willing to take it. Enough of the embarrassment, it doesn’t suit you. GET BACK UP! “The cost of entry is embarrassment-remember this’  YOU SHOULD READ ‘IF’ BY RUDYARD KIPLING. It is a must for you: especially the lines:  If you can make one heap of all your winnings     And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings     And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew     To serve your turn long after they are gone,    And so hold on when there is nothing in you     Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’ Read the entire poem. It is a must for you.  Comment ‘111’ to claim this.  🥀Thank you for letting me read for you🥀 🌙DM to book a personal reading🌙

🌊CALM🌊

Justice seems to be prominent here as well, let’s take a look at your story, shall we? There once was a suitor, who seemed too good to be true, and of course miracle could happen to anyone so why not you? You took their offer, or shall we call it a bait, they broke your heart gradually and then all very suddenly and now it all seems like a mistake.  Now in hindsight, you think you brushed past their mistakes,  being blinded by the red flags, it happened so quickly you didn’t have time to think, but now when you look back it looks like the classic tale of foolery.  So I am here to tell you, that this classic tale has an happy ending, and for that you must move on. You must know that there is help nearby, fill your cup with what you need, show yourself some grace and bid them goodbye. You deserve a good life, so why not leave the past and allow new love to come in, and this is exactly what will happen. YOU WILL GET JUSTICE BY THE NEGATIVITY LEAVING YOUR LIFE allowing space for new love to enter. Your justice is in walking away, and going towards light focusing on yourself,  IT was almost told to me like a fairy tale, this suitor could be romantic or business like, if this hasn’t happened to you, it is telling you to beware of people coming in too fast. Take your time, do not get drowned in emotions so much you can’t see what’s plain to the eye. Take a big picture view, Thing like an outsider to your situation so it can become clearer. Worry not if this has happened, you will heal fast and quick, all you need is the absolute intention of going towards the light, working towards making your dream life come true.  COMMENT ’333’ to claim this.  🥀Thank you for letting me read for you🥀 🌙DM to book a personal reading🌙

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[cal-daisies-and-briars]

I’m going to try to read this blind but I am excited about it so I must request 🌕 1k with no rush

I’m like low-key terrified, I’ve been avoiding snippets your posting I have also seen like single lines of what other people are speculating just because of the way that my notifications are set up… I have so many emotions 😂😂

AHHH thank you!!! I am glad it's giving you emotions. That's my main goal.

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Buck knows he’s going to have to go to this restaurant. He’s going to have to confront her in person. But before he does, he exhausts his other options. He searches all over for her on social media. He doesn’t find a single profile. Not that she couldn’t use a pseudonym or something, but there’s no trace of a Hazel Evans that looks like her. He Googles her. Nothing. He knows a lot of the survivors of the plane crash gave interviews after the fact, but none link back to her. Though, she was a minor at the time. So that makes sense. 

The next thing he does is call Athena. 

“Hi, Buck. How’s the baby?” She answers. 

“Perfect,” he replies. “She’s perfect. That’s why I need your help.”

“You need my help with a perfect baby?” She asks.

“No, I…” Buck sighs. “This is gonna sound weird.”

“Well, that’s not new.” 

Fair enough.

“Okay, can you access the flight manifests from the Keystar jet crash?”

There’s a pause from the other end of the line. 

“The one I was on?” 

Are there many more? God, remind him not to book any flights with them. 

“Yeah,” Buck says. “That one.”

“Theoretically, I could pull some strings. Why?” 

“I can’t explain it, but it has to do with Maisy. And a woman who… Who claims she was on the flight, but might be… I don’t know, following me? Keeping tabs on me? Or Maisy? It’s hard to explain.”

“Are you in trouble, Buck?” 

“No. I don’t think so. I just… I want to know what we’re dealing with, for Maisy.”

“For Maisy,” Athena repeats. “Okay, I’m going to trust you here, for the baby. You want to confirm whether or not this woman was on the flight?” 

“Yeah,” Buck says. “Thank you, Athena.”

“Okay, what’s her name?” 

“Hazel Evans,” Buck answers. “She was on the girls’ soccer team, or so she says. Probably born between 2007 and 2009.”

“Evans? That’s weird.” 

“That’s what I thought,” Buck admits. 

“Well, it may take me a few days to get back to you,” Athena explains.

“Not a problem. Thank you again.”

“You’re welcome,” she says. “If you really are being followed, you call me.” 

“I will,” he says. “Promise.”

🌕

The dreams start again within a week of Maisy coming home. Which kind of sucks for Eddie. He's been enjoying having her so much. 

Not that the dreams ruin it. They just… Complicate it. They really complicate it. Buck may have been fair to be concerned, not that Eddie will admit it. It’s not that he’s second guessing their decision to bring her home. To hopefully adopt her one day. He’s not. Only… The dreams make him worry. They make him worry that there’s some version of him that would be a bad father to her. Because the good dream he’d had before she arrived? It’s the only one of its kind. 

🌙

“Eddie, I need you to wake up,” Buck says. 

Eddie rolls over in the bed, drags the covers above his head.

Buck rips them off of him, in an odd reverse of an old scene played out.

“Honey, I know. I get it. But I need you to be awake and alert for just half an hour.”

“Fuck off,” Eddie grumbles.

It’s so out of line. It’s so unnecessary. He knows that it is. There’s literally no reason he can’t be gentler to the man he loves, the man who loves him, his husband, who has held everything together while Eddie unravels more and more every day.

He hears Buck sigh. Long-suffering. Saint Buck.

“Eddie, I need to work,” Buck says. “One of us needs to work. So you need to watch our daughter for half an hour. Then Maddie will take her, okay?”

Eddie doesn’t reply. 

He doesn’t even twitch.

Eventually, Buck huffs again. He hears him unlock his phone, type something.

“Hey, Hen,” he says after a moment. “Yeah, I’m going to be half an hour late.”

🌒

Two days after he reached out to her, Athena calls Buck back with news. 

“Did you find her?” Buck asks. 

“No,” Athena replies. “I’m sorry, Buck. There was no one on that flight by the name Hazel Evans. None of the passengers born between 2005 to 2015 even had either of those names. I expanded the age range to be sure. She wasn’t on the flight.” 

“Why would she say she was?” Buck asks, frustrated. “She said I helped her. She said… I mean, she offered that detail to me. Knew I was a firefighter.”

“I don’t know,” Athena says. “But you need to be careful. Especially if you think she has interest in Maisy.” 

“What do you mean?” Buck asks, worried. 

Maisy is asleep in her bedroom, but Buck has the urge to go hover over her like a guard dog. He’s barely even had her. Barely even loved her. And he feels a bone deep need to protect her. 

“The flight manifest got me curious,” Athena says. “So I did some digging.” 

“Oh?” Buck asks. 

“There is one Hazel Evans living in Los Angeles. Two living in California,” Athena says. 

“Okay,” Buck replies. Is this the point where she drops some sort of heinous criminal record bomb?

“The latter is a thirty-five year-old woman in Oakland,” Athena says. “With three children, in fact.”

“Yeah, not her,” Buck sighs. 

“And the other was born in 1934.” 

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry, Buck. The Hazel Evans you’re looking for doesn’t exist. That’s not really her name.” 

🌙

“Daddy?” Maisy asks. 

Eddie doesn’t even turn his head in her direction. 

“Daddy,” she whines.

He wants to look at her. He does. That’s the thing. That’s what makes all of this so terrible. He doesn’t want to feel like this. He doesn’t want to be like this. He knows what he’s doing, and he hates it, and he can’t stop it. 

[microscotch]

“Maxxx truly has broken me. Everyone else in this house has broken me. I just can’t deal with it anymore, I just don’t know how I’m supposed to look at these guys after the treatment I have received.”

-”I... I don’t have it in me anymore!! Everyone here is a horrific backstabber... please just get me out of here!”

“I haven’t seen Angie all morning and...frankly I don’t give a shit after what I got to hear yesterday.”

-”Yes Isabella, thank you so much, that surely worked well! Screw both you and Namzib!”

“I was just searching for my charger and found a note on her table.”

-“ALRIGHT WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED, WHERE IS ANGIE??”

-“Woah, chill!”

-“I’m not chilling, we’re missing one whole cast member! That trainwreck gave us amazing quotes!”

-“You really are not at all like the official description your creator provided.”

-“Oh yeah, does that mean you’ll distribute Angie’s salary evenly across all cast members?<3”

-“You’re still not getting paid!”

-”Is nobody gonna address that we used to have two large ass windows over here?”

-”Is nobody gonna address that this show is called “Belladonna Shore” and we’ve never been to a beach?”

-”Thanks, Namzib. Clearly you’re the only member with a couple brain cells left.”

“So after Toni was done wildin’ about Angie leaving the house thanks to Namzib’s breakthrough, she immediately sent us to the beach. Literally. We didn’t even have a second to change.”

Shawty had them Apple Bottom jeans (Jeans), boots with the fur (With the fur) The whole club was lookin' at her She hit the flo' (She hit the flo'), next thing you know Shawty got low-low-low-low-low-low-low-low 🎶

“Look, I may be the hottest guy in all of Belladonna Cove, but I have NEEDS, too. And I feel like my girlfriend still has to like...get that.”

-“What’s up with you?”

-“Bro, it’s been three hours that my girl hasn’t been complimenting me or made any remarks about my huge follower count. Feelin’ like punching Roz while looking irresistible in my pajamas, where is he?”

-”I think he’s trying to find himself by sunbathing inside that rock over there.”

“I’m sick of these freaks just making out with each other.”

“I mean, I did kiss Maxxx but I just wanted to piss off Isabella. And after the whole tape courtesy problem kinda killed the mood last time I was about to get with a guy, I gotta find someone else.”

-“Alright, time to find a meatbag to earn screen time with...”

-“No. Looks like he’s spending his free time rewatching Stargate. Would be an awkward af experience.”

-“No. Spirit too broken.”

-”There we go. Long red hair, broad shoulders, no self awareness: Clearly the markers of an alpha meatbag.”

-“Your jaw is just as hot and your hair is just as flaming red as my fueling hatred for my housemate!.”

-“Wow, that’s one scary...compliment.”

-”And there’s plenty more where that came from.”

-”Hey, I’m trying to flirt here, inferior ginger. Walk over to the world’s most pathetic couple and perform your worry idle there.”

-“Ah, what a great day to hit the beach with the hottest girlfriend on the entire planet!”

-”Right? Aren’t the waves just beautiful!🌊 ”

-”....>>>:(”

“I’ve got a confession to make.”

“Nothing turns me on more than chicks in tracksuits. Like, to me it’s just the hottest way a girl can dress.”

-”Hey beautiful, are you wearing Adidas?💓”

-“Ah, we’re having an awesome time at the beach!”

-“DON’T WE, APRIL?”

-”OWW, F***ING PSYCHO!! Uh, I mean - ouch, that was a little heavy-handed!💚”

-“We totally do, babe! Nothing better than watching the waves do the same thing for five hours straight!”

“I’ve been observing sims for long enough to know how to seduce a guy, and Komei is no exception to that - he was melting.”

“Even though what’s-his-name was kinda killing the mood with his weird duck moves.”

“But it’s simple, you know. Just showing off my breakdancing skills.”

“Excessive tickling. I know what guys are into. Yeah, I’m guaranteed to be the shining star of this episode-”

-“ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW.”

-“Oh, I’m just a pajama guy, in love with a tracksuit girl!⚽🌙”

-“COOL. NOW MOVE YOUR CAMERA BACK OVER HERE.”

-“My love, not even the sunset or the waves can match your beauty!”

-”Oh Maxxx, your sunlit muscles are glowing so bright!”

-“I think I’m gonna vomit.”

-“I just returned from the bottom of these rocks. I am a different man now.”

-”Hey, cameras! We’re pillowfighting on the beach! Don’t you at all wanna know how we randomly got these pillows?”

-”Who the fuck are you talking to?”

-”Uh. No one.”

-”Thank you, finally.”

-”FUCK BEING A DIFFERENT MAN NOW, I’M NOT DONE WITH YOU!”

-“ALRIGHT, THAT’S IT. KOMEI, MOVE!”

-“Why do I have to watch this shit?”

-”I WILL NEVER GIVE YOU UP, APRIL!”

-”Komei, I’m literally massaging you, small price to pay. Stop complaining.”

-“BREAK HIS NOSE, MAXXX! AVENGE ME FOR WHAT HE DID YESTERDAY!”

-”TURN HIS FACE INTO PUDDING!!!!!”

-“Oh, Namzib!💘”

“What a hoard of freaks...”

-“Seems like my cab’s here. What do you say? You wanna come along? 💗”

-“Um. Ew. No.”

“...What?”

-”I...I WILL.....UAHAHAHASHSAHSAUSHUAAAAHAUAA”

-”OH YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING MEEEE!”

-”Isabella, I know I’m just a simple guy you keep rejecting, but I just HAVE to do this right now, in the midst of Namzib’s mental breakdown!”

-”Lyam what are you-”

[ask-ikevamp-faust]

I’m so glad you know my heart and soul only sing for you, my love. You truly have nothing to worry about… besides the fact that I’m not going to go easy on you now that you’ve responded so deliciously to my teasing. Perhaps I’ll slip you a scandalous note over breakfast, sit on your lap, or even sneak some heated kisses throughout the day, only to pull away when you begin to respond. I’m relatively small and fast, so even if you chased after me I’m sure I could try to slip away. You seem like you'd enjoy the thrill of hunting after me anyways.

For the collection sets, I was mostly looking at the Navy collection, as it matches your dark blue and rose gold preferences. However, I completely agree with your desire to expand our horizons. That being the case, I also love the aesthetics of the French Raw Silk, Rose Gold Classics, Sage Green and/or Scarlet Princess collections. What do you think of those?

Hearing about pet play from you is very interesting. As I've mentioned before, our pasts are tragically similar in some ways. I've had to be fully responsible and completely in control of myself from a very young age. So, for me, submission is a very pleasurable but highly conditional thing; I could act as a dominant figure for anyone, but I'm only able to submit to someone I fully trust and respect. The list of people that meet the criteria is not long, but you happen to be on it.

I agree that the cage and the bowl would be a bit much, but I’d be lying if I said your interest and description of this kink didn't intrigue me. I'm happy to explore it more with you and I’d certainly wear the accessories, even if it was just to dress up for you. Funnily enough, my friends have described me as a rather cat-like person, so that would be a rather fitting choice. I can be very aloof and analytical around strangers or enemies, but I’m warm, cuddly, and curious around those close to me. However, even if it isn’t tied to pet play, I definitely do have a breeding kink….

Master is a wonderful choice, and I do love the description of the fantasy. It’s not silly at all; it’s actually almost exactly what I had pictured. The other that I had in mind fits more closely with a classic scene from literature, except, of course, you’d have my full consent beforehand.

On a moonlight night, the vampire creeps through the window to sink his fangs into the tender neck of the maiden who has caught his eye, rousing her from the depths of slumber into his wicked embrace….

If it piques your interest, I can always describe it more in depth. How does that sound, my soul?

- L

(Before I shove my foot directly into my mouth, for “things I’d like to include” are you asking which kinks I plan to touch on? Or just general plot things? Either way, I can absolutely let you know. I’m genuinely enjoying the rp, thank you 🌙admin! 💜)

(Questions to recipient from admin)

Before I continue the in-character response there is something I want to discuss.

I realize there’s probably reasons you’d like to remain anonymous, I respect that. However, if the contents of the exchange go deeper into the NSFW topic, I begin to have a concern about age. Mainly that because it has been anonymous, I can’t verify anything. Seeing an age in someone’s bio/pinned post is the most I can do to verify age. I don’t want you to reveal yourself in a public way, especially if that’s not something you’re comfortable with. It’s also not something important to anyone else except to me as admin, so I am requesting a private DM in order to see your bio/pinned post. It would honestly stop my overthinking and give me peace of mind.

I’m sure you saw, I’m currently working on a detailed “NSFW rules” specific post. Until I finish that I’ll have to address things individually but this is the way I’m going to approach NSFW content with anons moving forward if they desire content further than suggestive/flirty. I hope you can understand my perspective and that this doesn’t discourage you from sending anything else.

Thank you 🌙💙

PS: To answer your questions, both things actually. A list of kinks would be great! And then I’d appreciate it if you could give me an overview on how detailed you’d like the NSFW rp to go. On a spectrum, I guess the lightest would be just discussing kink interest and sharing ideas, on the other end however it’s a more detailed exchange on the sexual encounters between the parties involved. If it’s easier, you can just respond to this in DM as well.

[missywritesfor7]

🌙Moon’s Light | JJK🌙

Synopsis: Luna is a young paralegal trying to maintain her new found independence and enjoy life. Too bad her job sucks and her boss is the worst. As if that wasn’t bad enough, she encounters a vampire named Jungkook who changes her life in more ways than one.

Jungkook is a shield and protector of the vampire kingdom of Korealis. He’s trained his entire life to block out any and all distractions and focus solely on becoming the strongest. While investigating a potential threat to the kingdom, he encounters Luna who turns out to be more than he could have ever imagined. It becomes his job to protect her, but he can’t tell if what he’s feeling is his devotion to the job or perhaps something deeper.

Secrets are uncovered. Lives are on the line. Hearts are tested.

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Fem!OC

Warnings: Violence, character death, eventual smut, tragedy, some angst, strong language, MINORS DNI

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|| Ch. 12: Revisited ||

Luna didn’t realize she had fallen asleep again until a knock at the door pulled her out of her short nap. Jungkook is still sleeping so she decides to get up and get the door hoping it’s one of the guys and not someone who doesn’t know about her being there. Thankfully it’s Hoseok once again checking in on the two of them.

“Hey,” Hoseok says entering the room. “Where’s Jungkook?”

“Sleeping,” Luna says pointing to the fur ball resting in the bed.

“Oh. I see. Did he at least apologize to you first before hiding?”

“Yeah,” she chuckles. “So you’re familiar with this practice?”

“Of course,” he chuckles. “He does it more than you may think. He just doesn’t like people to see him cry.”

“I’m starting to realize that. There’s nothing wrong with crying though, why hasn’t he learned that in all of these years?”

“He’ll figure it out eventually,” Hoseok shrugs. “He has a soft heart but a hard head.”

“A hard head indeed,” she laughs.

“One of the side effects of being shield I guess. He puts up a strong wall, but you could probably break it down.”

“What makes you think that?”

“I don’t know,” Hoseok shrugs. Then he gets closer to her and begins whispering. “I think he may have a soft spot for you.”

“What?”

“If you need anything let me know,” he says quickly turning and leaving the room.

Luna looks back at Jungkook still sleeping in a ball on the bed. She walks over to him and lays back down next to him.

“So you’re a baby trying to be a hard ass?” She whispers. “That’s cute.”

She runs her fingers through his fur as he continues sleeping soundly.

“Thanks again for saving me. I know you think you don’t deserve thanks, but you do. My family was taken away from me as soon as I was born, then my family was taken away again. It’s all because of vampires. I want to hate every one of you. I want to tell you how much you people have ruined my entire life. But you saved me and proved that maybe all vampires aren’t bad. I wish you would make it easier to talk to you. I could tell you all of this to your face, but it’s hard to do that when you’re always being a cheeky little shit.”

Jungkook remains unmoved. His eyes are closed still but he had actually woken up when Hoseok came to the door. He heard everything, and as much as he would like to transform back and talk to her the way he knows he should, he can’t bring himself to do it. Hiding is a habit he simply can’t get out of right now.

A few days pass giving Luna time to grieve, Jungkook time to stop hiding, and the rest of the guys time to plan their next move. Luna knows she could be killed or at least kidnapped if she goes back home, but there’s a lot of questions that remain unanswered.

If she spent her entire life hearing stories about her mom’s best friend, Luna, who she shares her name with, and seeing wedding photos with her dad’s cousin, then there has to be more answers in the house. Her parents made sure she knew who her birth parents were, even if she had no idea they were her birth parents. It was all sitting under her nose and she’s convinced there’s more to be found.

Convincing Jungkook or anyone else to take her back is nearly impossible. That is until Luna learned the secret they had been keeping from her.

When they finally explored the unofficial portal that SV uses to get to the human world they discovered it leads right to Luna’s workplace. They chose not to mention this around her because they didn’t want to give her any ideas about going home when they go back to explore the area. Too bad she overhead them talking at one point and she’s now planning a way to convince them to take her along.

“Hell no! Are you crazy?!” Jungkook argues. “No fucking way are you going back after what happened!”

“Please! I just need to go through the house, I need answers,” Luna pleads to him and the rest of the brotherhood in the sparring room.

“Not only is it a reckless and stupid idea, but if no one has been in that house since….LuLu, you can’t.”

“I can handle it! I have to, Jungkookie please,” she begs. “Plus, there’s more of you going so there will be more protection.”

“You….” Jungkook struggles to push back. It’s the Jungkookie. Why is it always when she calls him that?

“I’ll take you,” Jimin offers.

Everyone else looks at him surprised. It’s not going to be a simple escort task, he’ll likely need to fight if Luna is tracked again, and while he can certainly hold his own in battle, he’s no master marksman with the Vampire Slayer at his disposal.

“No you won’t,” Jungkook says defensively.

“If you won’t take me then why not?” Luna asks. “I’ll go with Jimin and the rest of you can do whatever you need to do.”

“First of all,” Jungkook fires back. “No. And second, NO!”

“You’re not my dad!”

“I’ll-“

Jungkook is stopped before he can say any more by a strong gust of wind. Namjoon raises his hand and hits Jungkook with another slap of wind. Namjoon is always afraid of hurting his brothers too much if he hits them with his hands, so he uses his ability to let the elements do the work for him. He doesn’t want to hurt them when he does it, he just wants them to shut up.

“Jungkook,” Namjoon says standing from the couch. “Maybe we could compromise to make everyone happy. We’re all going, so it won’t be too bad to have her under our protection. But,” he says turning to Luna. “We will have very strict rules that you’ll have to agree to.”

“Deal,” Luna says nodding. “What are the rules?”

“They’re simple. Don’t wander off without us. Don’t blow our cover. We reserve the right to bring you back here at any time for any reason, please cooperate when we do, we just want to keep you alive. And lastly, if there’s anything you need to take with you then do it. You won’t be going back for a long time.”

“How long is a long time?” She asks nervously.

“Whenever we feel you’re not at risk of death anymore.”

“Oh.” She ponders a moment thinking of the rules laid out for her.

She was fine with everything else, but the idea of not being able to go home for who knows how long is hard to fathom. How could she just disappear with no one knowing? What if she’s reported missing? It’s already been a few days, what if she’s already been reported missing? But right now what other option does she have? She’s dying to look for more answers.

“Ok,” she nods. “That’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” He asks giving her one last chance to back out.

“Yes, I’m sure.”

Jungkook looks less than pleased about her going with them. He wanted to protest further, but the second Jimin agreed to the idea and offered to stay by Luna’s side the entire time, Jungkook had to jump in and make sure it was clear that he’s the one that was tasked with keeping an eye on Luna.

They all devise their plan and assign everyone their roles and responsibilities. They’ll take Luna to her parents house first where Jin, Jungkook, and Yoongi will accompany her inside while the rest of the guys stand watch around the outside of the house. When Luna is done there Jungkook will take her back to the kingdom while the rest of the guys continue on their mission.

Once everyone is prepared they make their way to the portal and transport to the human world. When they arrive they waste no time getting started. It’s evening so the night sky provides the perfect conditions for them to move around comfortably. They start by following Luna and Jungkook to her parents house.

Luna is overcome with emotion as she walks up to the front door with a backpack in tow which she plans to fill with whatever she can. She knows there’s a very good chance that no one has been by since that tragic night, which means she’ll have to face that scene again. Jungkook notices her hesitation and offers to go in first and let her know the condition the place is in.

When he steps inside it’s just as they feared, nothing had changed. The bodies of her parents lay in the same spot as they were when he carried Luna out of there. It’s a hard sight to take in and he’s not sure she can handle it. He steps back outside and looks at her with a worried face.

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” he says softly. “I know you said you could handle it, but I don’t know if you truly can.”

“Watch me,” she says knowing he’s probably right, but she’s not turning back now.

She tries walking past him but he stops her with a soft hand on her waist. He looks in her eyes knowing full well how much going in there will hurt her.

“I’m trying to tell you-“

“And I’m telling you,” she says not letting him finish. “If this is the only time you’ll bring me here then I can handle it. I have to.”

Reluctantly he steps aside letting her step into the house. She slowly enters and is instantly hit with the smell of death and decay. The moment she looks across the room to see her mom still pinned to the wall, she’s hit with the strong wave of emotion. She chokes back a sob and continues on with Jungkook, Jin, and Yoongi right behind her.

She doesn’t even know where to begin, but she can’t stay in the living room. She makes her way down the hall and enters her parents’ room. She starts her search in the closet where she knows they kept a lot of things from medical records to the deed to the house.

While sifting through clothes and shoes she finds a box labeled “Luna” on the shelf. She opens it hoping it has some answers about her birth parents and her life in general. There’s a number of pictures in the box, some she’s seen but many she hasn’t. As she’s looking she realizes these aren’t things related to her, but to her birth mom. Even a death certificate listing her cause of death as “unknown”, if only anyone had really known.

There’s a baby book where her birth parents were preparing for Luna’s arrival. The book was meant to be filled with pregnancy updates, then baby milestones going as far as her first birthday. As Luna flips through the book she notices a gap in entries. The section for her birth mother’s third trimester is only half filled out, there’s no other entry until 7 months after Luna was born. She can tell the difference in handwriting and the first comment on the page at 7 months is one that doesn’t necessarily mention a baby milestone, but perhaps for them a big milestone nonetheless.

7 mos - We finally found a permanent home to live. Luna will be able to grow up in a safe place.

From there all of the entries seem normal. For now she closes the book and puts it in her backpack. She carries on looking through the box putting photo after photo in her backpack. Then she finds another book in the box, this time a diary. She opens it to see it’s her birth mom’s diary starting as far back as 2 years before Luna was born. She wants to take time to look through it more but she knows she’s limited so she stuffs it in her backpack to look through later.

After searching her parents room she moves on to her room. The room she grew up in that holds many childhood memories. When she moved out on her own she took a lot of things with her, but they kept the room neat and ready in case she needed to stay the night there. She never thought of why they made it seem like she would need to stay there someday as if for refuge, but now it seems to make sense.

There isn’t much to find in her room since she already knows everything in there. Nothing hidden in her closet or under her bed. Just memories that she replays in her mind as she sits on her bed in a trance.

“What’s this?” Jungkook asks picking up a trophy on her shelf. “You played sports?”

“Why do you sound surprised?” Luna asks playfully offended. “I was one of the best softball players on my team.”

“Really?” He asks inspecting the trophy closer. “Is that why this is for 3rd place?”

“Are you trying to be funny?”

“I’m just asking,” he giggles.

“Get your paws off of my trophy,” she says snatching it from him and putting it back on the shelf.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset the best third place softball player,” he laughs.

“Can you switch with someone outside? Where’s Jimin?”

“No,” he says quickly. “You’re stuck with me.”

“Time is ticking!” Yoongi yells from the living room. “Stop bickering and come on if you’re done.”

“Did you need to look at anything else?” Jin asks walking into the room.

“Well,” Luna sighs. “I guess I won’t really have time to look over everything, but for now I think I have what I need.”

She doesn’t, actually, but right now she can’t bring herself to search through the living room. Not with her parents bodies still there.

Suddenly Luna can feel a wave of goosebumps. The feeling she gets when someone is going through the portal in her. A feeling that scares her tremendously knowing that this could bring her that much closer to death. That also means this could turn into a battle with all seven of the guys surrounding the entire property.

“Kookie,” she says without thinking.

“What?” He asks almost completely paralyzed at her calling him Kookie. Yes that’s what she introduced him as to her parents while he was in bunny form, but she’s never addressed him as that.

“I can feel…” she trails off and suddenly a vampire appears in her room.

“Guys!” Jin yells getting in fighting position.

Yoongi comes running from the living room with the rest of the guys quickly following after. The vampire looks around confused, he clearly had no idea he would wind up there.

“Who are you?” Jungkook asks pointing his gun at the intruder.

“Where am I?” The guy asks starting to notice the 8 people surrounding him.

“Tell me who you are before I put a bullet in your head,” Jungkook threatens.

“Wow.” The guy looks around then notices Luna. “So you’re the one?”

“She’s nothing to you if you don’t tell me who you are!” Jungkook demands again.

“Who I am isn’t important. It’s her that I need.” He tries taking a step towards Luna but she’s pushed back by Jungkook.

“You’re surrounded. I’ll give you one more chance to tell me who you are and what you’re doing here.”

“Look, I just got a little lost, that’s all. My way home was cut off so I’ve been searching for days for another way and I finally found it.”

“Where did you come from?”

“I think you already know where I came from,” he smirks. “Now if you don’t mind, I need to take her with me.”

“Are you stupid?” Jungkook scoffs. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“You look scared, sweetie,” the guy says taking a step towards Luna.

Luna is frozen in fear. Even with 7 other guys at the ready, all she can see is the evil emitting from this vampire’s soul and she’s terrified. Not only is she afraid, but she’s angry. The sight of this evil creature burns her within knowing that the very organization he works with is responsible for the death of her parents who lay lifeless in the living room.

“I won’t hurt you,” the guy smirks. “I just want to talk to you, babe.”

“Don’t call me babe!” Luna shouts feeling her heart rate increase tremendously.

“Look, I don’t have a lot of time. Tell your friends to stand down and I won’t have to shank you like your mom in there.”

“NO!” Luna shouts sending the vampire flying backwards into the wall.

Jungkook is used to this, but the rest of the guys are a little startled by the power that just came from her. Luna is overflowing with strong emotions and the mention of her mom only pissed her off more.

“That was cute,” the guy says barely phased by being tossed backwards. He begins walking towards her again but Namjoon binds his arms and legs with lightning.

“You have two options,” Namjoon says. “Come with us, or die. Your choice.”

“How about you just let me go, I take this precious sunflower, and we won’t have to see each other again,” the guy says unbothered by the lightning holding him in place.

“I said NO!” Luna yells. “My entire life was taken away from me before I ever even had a chance. I lost my parents because of you mother fuckers. I lost my adopted parents because of you. And now I could fucking die because of you! Fuck you!” Her rage sends another wave of force towards the guy, but it does little with Namjoon’s lightning holding him firmly in place. The rest of the guys are moving in closer ready to bombard him the moment he tries to do something.

“Still cute,” he says. “But I’m done playing.”

He manages to break free of Namjoon’s lightning, making him stumble backwards a bit. The rest of the guys quickly move to take the evil vampire down, but before they can get to him Luna lets out a loud shrill cry sending everyone around her backwards.

Jungkook quickly realizes that each wave coming from her is getting much stronger. While he’s a bit impressed, he also knows that things could turn bad very quickly because she still doesn’t know how to control her power. If she keeps it up she could level the entire house without even realizing what she’s doing.

“Get back!” Jungkook shouts at Luna.

“No!” She shouts back sending another wave towards the menacing vampire who continues to inch towards her. “He needs to pay!” She forces him back again. “Pay for what he’s done!” He’s hit with another powerful force that now has him against the wall. “Pay for what his organization has done to me and my entire family!”

“Lu-“

“FUCK OFF!” She hits the Saakhan vampire with the most powerful wave hitting him right in the chest and killing him instantly.

Just as his body hits the ground and begins to fade to ash, Luna feels her entire body go limp and her world go black. She suddenly finds herself suspended in nothingness.

“LUNA!” Jungkook shouts as they all crowd around her.

“Take her back now!” Jin yells.

Jungkook grabs Luna’s limp body and rushes out of the house as fast as he can. He doesn’t care who may see him, he runs as fast as he can back to the portal and quickly transports back to Korealis. He jumps roof to roof until he’s back home where he lays her down on the bed.

“Please wake up,” he says inspecting her head to toe. “Please!”

Her heart is beating and she’s breathing, but she’s not moving or responding at all. Jungkook has no idea what happened. He can only think that maybe she used more power than she could handle and exhausted herself. But why isn’t she waking up?

Luna’s world is dark and silent. She can’t feel a thing but somehow she’s still maintaining a level of consciousness. She can feel her thoughts, but it’s as if that’s all there is. Just her and her thoughts.

“Dammit!” Jungkook shouts shaking her more to no avail.

He grabs a bottle of blood from his stash near the couch and runs back to her side. It’s the only thing he can think of that can give her strength, he just hopes the human side of her doesn’t try to reject it.

“You’re about to hate me,” he says opening the bottle. “More than you already do I guess.”

He gently lifts her head a bit and opens her mouth just enough to pour a small bit of blood in. He waits a short moment then pours more into her mouth.

“Please swallow it,” he whispers.

The blood trickles down her throat. She’s not swallowing, but it’s at least going into her system. He hopes that’s good enough for now. He pours a bit more in her mouth then decides to wait to see if she wakes up. She hasn’t moved or made a single sound since she collapsed. Whatever state she’s in he can tell she’s not comfortable judging by the way her face has been stuck in an expression of discomfort.

“Please wake up,” he repeats again while softly stroking her cheek. “If you can hear me, please wake up.”

[smileysuh]

truth serum

🌙 starring. Choi Seungcheol x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. When you’d taken this job as a handler, it hadn’t been a babysitting gig. You’d signed on to work with Seungcheol because he was supposed to be one of the best agents… supposed to be. There’d been a time, three months ago, when he’d completed a job with flying colors. The two of you had celebrated at a hotel in Paris after the success, and after two bottles of champagne, you’d actually thought you were starting to get to know the guy. But whatever inklings of a gentleman you’d seen that night had disappeared soon after, and things have been up in the air ever since. His man whoring ways are at an all-time high, and his judgment has been questionable, to say the least. Now he’s gone and gotten himself captured, and you can’t help but fear the worst.

tw/cw. Seungcheol gets truth-serumed and a little beat up, unprotected sex, dirty talk, dominant Seungcheol, power dynamics, praise, one hint of degradation that’s quickly squashed, breast/nipple play, fingering, oral, foreplay in the kitchen, bdsm subthemes, spanking as a punishment, pain kink, multiple reader orgasms, creampie/fullness kink, etc… I pet names: (hers) honey. (his) angel eyes.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 6.6k

🍭 aus. Secret agent au, handler reader, coworker au, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. Thank you for being patient with me this month on my svt posting for June! My birthday is on the 25th and your smiley has been busy- so grateful I could get this out, even without a teaser post :) I don't know anything about actual secret agents, but this was a fun fanfic idea I had and I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I did :)

“I’m just going to go talk to her.”

You hate how nonchalant Seungcheol sounds, hate how easily he can be swayed by pretty women, even while out on jobs. It’s your responsibility to keep him in check, the little angel on his shoulder, and in his ear. “Don’t do it,” you warn him.

“Her husband’s the target, from what I’ve seen, she’s harmless,” the agent counters.

“How easily swayed you are by pretty women, and need I remind you this isn’t the first time you’ve let a person of interest’s wife become your focus.”

“Careful, Honey, for a moment there it sounded like you were jealous.”

You’re watching Seungcheol through the casino’s live footage, a stream you’d easily hacked for the operation at hand. He’s leaning against the bar, all suave in dress pants and a white button-up that he’s left open just enough to show his prominent chest-

“That’s your third drink,” you note, changing the topic, “don’t let it cloud your judgment, Angel Eyes.” 

“We both know I can hold my liquor,” Seungcheol insists, raising his glass and sending a wink toward the camera before he downs the Old Fashioned. “I’m just going to go talk to her, she could give good intel.”

You let out a deep sigh. Sometimes, being Seungcheol’s handler can be a pain in the ass. Does he ever listen to you? Not usually. Does he get the job done, though? Most of the time.

“Trust me,” Seungcheol says, voice lowering. “I’m not going to do what you think I’m going to do.”

You roll your eyes, leaning back in your chair while you scan the screens in front of you. “Seduce her James Bond style and compromise this entire thing?”

“Maybe only half of that.”

God, he’s such a womanizer, but with a face like his, and the perks that come with his job, he can afford to be. 

“If this goes sideways, don’t expect me to bail you out of it.” you warn him.

“Honey, bailing me out is your job.”

You hate it when Seungcheol goes out of your visuals, and entering a hotel room with a target’s wife was not on the itinerary tonight. For the first ten minutes, you’d sat anxiously, listening in on his smooth-talking, when the woman had suggested they take things to the bedroom, part of you had wondered if you should call this whole thing off and let Seungcheol do what he always does: fuck the hot wife and sort things out later.

But when you hear a male voice, and a startled, “Who is this?” from Seungcheol, you’re glad you’d stayed anxiously glued to your computer.

A faint, “Friend of my husband,” said in a nonchalant female tone, sets you off immediately, and you’re grabbing your phone to get backup support before you can even think. 

You try to take deep breaths while you listen to what sounds like a fight taking place on Seungcheol’s end, and suddenly, the wire goes dead. Now, there are no sounds, only the racing of your own heart and the blood rushing through you.

“What’s going on?” Your supervisor's voice makes you jump, and you turn to see Jeonghan standing there with Hansol, another handler. 

“Cheol made a move on his target’s wife, went back to her room, but the wife brought friends. The wire is dead.”

“Fuck,” Jeonghan groans, “This is the third time this has happened to him.”

“I tried reminding him of that,” you say, your voice raising with anxiety.

Hansol offers you a sympathetic hand on your shoulder. He takes care of an agent named Seungkwan, and while Seungkwan gets into his own messes, he’s not the type to go after married women in the middle of a job. 

Jeonghan’s leaning over your computer now, and he brings up the map tracker you have on Seungcheol. “I’m sending this location to another agent we have in the area,” he tells you, quickly taking the reigns of the fuck up that’s just happened.

“It’s Wonwoo, isn’t it?” you sigh. “It’s always Wonwoo cleaning up Seungcheol’s messes.”

“Yes, it’s Wonwoo,” Jeonghan admits. “We made sure he’d be in the wings tonight in case something like this happened.”

“God, this isn’t good-” you groan.

“No,” Jeonghan responds, “It’s not. After tonight I’ll have to have a serious talk with Seungcheol, and a serious talk with you about reassignment if we decide Seungcheol is a liability.”

Your heart lurches in your chest. 

When you’d taken this job as a handler, it hadn’t been a babysitting gig. You’d signed on to work with Seungcheol because he was supposed to be one of the best agents… supposed to be. There’d been a time, three months ago, when he’d completed a job with flying colors. The two of you had celebrated at a hotel in Paris after the success, and after two bottles of champagne, you’d actually thought you were starting to get to know the guy. But whatever inklings of a gentleman you’d seen that night had disappeared soon after, and things have been up in the air ever since. His man whoring ways are at an all-time high, and his judgment has been questionable, to say the least. Now he’s gone and gotten himself captured, and you can’t help but fear the worst.

After a harrowing two hours, you find yourself in the med section of the agency compound. Wonwoo is stationed outside of Seungcheol’s room, and he stands straighter as you approach. “Hey, Honey,” he says, using your codename even though there’s really no reason for it right now.

“Wonwoo- how is he?” You anxiously look toward the door Wonwoo is guarding with his body.

Although you’d been connected to the whole ‘rescue Seungcheol operation,’ you’re still buzzing with anxiety. It’s unexplainable, and definitely bordering on unacceptable given the line of work you’re in, but damn it, you can’t help but care for the man you handle every day.

“Jeonghan’s with him right now,” Wonwoo responds smoothly.

Your heart thunders even louder in your ribcage. Jeonghan had mentioned Seungcheol being a liability- is he getting fired right now?

Part of you aches to be with him, to defend his stupid behaviour- but you know it’s not your place, besides, what would you even say? You’d told Seungcheol not to go after the target’s wife, and he’d done it anyway, which shows a lack of regard for handler instructions.

Seungcheol has become a liability, and you hate that things have come to this.  

“What do you think is going to happen?” you ask.

Wonwoo shrugs. “That’s above my paygrade.”

He’s awfully stoic, even for a spy, and while it can be intriguing at times, right now, his deflections only frustrate you more.

You let out a sigh. “What if I asked you to guess what’s going to happen?”

Wonwoo looks at you for a moment. “I’d guess Seungcheol will be put on a break.”

“A break,” you repeat. “Like… a permanent one?”

The spy can only shrug again, a nonchalant motion that’s way too disinterested for your liking.

Jeonghan’s been trying to talk you into working as Wonwoo’s handler for a while now, and although you know Wonwoo would be much less of a hassle than Seungcheol, you can’t bare to tear yourself away from the spy whose messes you’ve been helping clean up for over a year. 

Despite Seungcheol’s massive ego, and his magnetic attraction toward trouble, there’s something about him that makes you want to care for him. Sure, he never listens, especially when you give him advice about women, but Seungcheol has a certain something about him- something that you won’t give up easily.

Before you can talk further with Wonwoo, the med room door opens and Jeonghan steps out. He lets out a deep sigh, crossing his arms over his chest.

You hold your breath, waiting for your boss to give you instructions.

“This is a shit show,” Jeonghan says finally. 

Neither you nor Wonwoo verbally agree with him, but brief eyecontact between the two of you makes it known what you’re both thinking.

Jeonghan addresses you next. “I’m guessing you want to go in there and talk to him.”

You can only nod.

“Look, it might not be the best idea, but fuck it.” Jeonghan uncrosses his arms, looking at you with a steady expression. “They gave Seungcheol some kind of truth serum. I don’t know how long it will be in effect, but I do know he’s vulnerable right now. I probably shouldn’t let you in there- but… I’m just going to walk down the hall to get a coffee, and if you happen to slip through the door then so be it. I didn’t see anything, and since Wonwoo is coming with me, he didn’t either.”

You stare in shock for a moment, unsure what to say. There’s nothing to be said, and when Jeonghan dispurses, Wonwoo is quick to follow.

You turn to the door, and after a deep breath, you slip inside the med room.

Seungcheol is lying in a hospital bed. His lip is battered and there’s a blossoming purple bruise around his left brow, but other than that, he looks remarkably well.

“Honey?” He sits up when you enter, eyes widening in shock.

“Cheol-” Your voice cracks as you take the seat next to the bed, and while part of you wants to reach for his hand, you hold yourself back.

“I’m sorry,” he says immediately, and those are two words you’ve never heard from him before. “You were right… about the wife.”

“That’s not important right now,” you sigh. 

“It is. You’re my handler, and I didn’t listen to you, and that was wrong. If I had listened, we wouldn’t have gotten into this mess.”

You study him. You know he’s vulnerable, Jeonghan said as much, and with a truth serum impeding his ability to lie or evade questions, you want to be careful- but you also want answers, answers that you can only truly get right now.

“Why’d you do it?” you ask finally. “This time, and all the other times. You always go after the women, and I thought it was because you found it easy- seduction is what you’re good at, but- I don’t understand how you don’t see how dangerous it is.” 

“Honey-”

“They’re thinking about reassigning me to Wonwoo, and before that happens, I just need to know why, Cheol. When you have the potential to be the best agent in this company, why are you always so ready to jump ship and fuck any rich married woman even though you know it will fuck everything up?”

“They can’t reassign you to Wonwoo!” Seungcheol sits up abruptly, and the heart rate monitor next to him beeps a sign of warning at his increasing pulse.

“They can do whatever they want, you should be worried about your own job. You don’t even listen to me as your handler half the time, maybe you should be with someone you actually respect.” 

“I respect you,” Seungcheol blurts out.

“It doesn’t feel like you do.”

“I do,” he insists. “I-” Seungcheol’s voice cracks. “I get with women to distract myself.”

“Distractions in this line of work can be fatal.”

“You think I don’t know that?” he snaps, making you go silent. “Maybe I have a death wish.”

“Cheol-”

“Stop calling me Cheol.”

“Stop calling me Honey.”

“No.”

You glare at him, anger bubbling and inspiring you to dive deeper into your questioning, despite the fact that you know this isn’t a morally good idea. “Why do you need a distraction?”

“Because you’re a distraction. Your voice in my ear- it distracts me.”

“Maybe reassignment is a good idea.”

“You’re not being reassigned.” Seungcheol’s voice is practically a growl, and you’ve never seen this side of him.

“Why not?”

His expression breaks. “Because I need you.”

“You clearly don’t.”

“I do,” he insists. “I know I’m not good at showing it- but I do, I need you.”

 “Cheol-”

“Honey.”

“Tell me why.”

“Because-” Seungcheol lets out a sigh, and he punches at the hospital bed. “Look, I’m scared, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Scared of what?”

“Of falling for you.”

“Huh?” Now you’re confused. You’re staring at this lady killer agent, the sexiest man you’ve ever met, and you can’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. “But- all the women you go after-”

“Distractions from you, from the voice in my head.” Seungcheol swallows thickly. “That night in Paris…”

Your heart lurches in your chest, and you hold your breath for the next words about to leave him.

“That night- fuck, I’ve never met someone like you before. I’ve never felt-” he bites at his lip, and you wince, knowing it must hurt to put pressure on the wound there. “I got with those other women to try to convince myself that I didn’t need you. I didn’t need your guidance, I didn’t need your care, I didn’t need you- but… I do need you.” Seungcheol meets your gaze. “I’ve needed you more than I’ve ever needed anyone, and it scares me.”

Aside from the heart rate monitor beeping through the room, you swear you could hear a pin drop as you stare at Seungcheol, trying to register everything he’s just said.

“I-”

“It’s my turn to ask a question now,” Seungcheol says. “How do you feel about me?” 

“I think…” You swallow thickly. “I never understood why I stayed working with you after everything, but… maybe I understand now. Maybe I need you too.”

“Maybe?” Seungcheol flashes you a sexy smirk, and it makes you look away, hating how he makes you feel, hating how inappropriate this whole thing is.

“I’m definitely going to have to be reassigned now,” you tell him.

“What? Why?”

“You know why. This,” you point between the two of you, “this has been the liability the whole time. We’re the liability, Cheol.”

He sits and thinks about it for a moment. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” You let out a laugh. 

“Just… don’t work with Wonwoo, okay?”

“Why not?” You can’t help but laugh at the request.

“Because I think he’s into you.”

“Wouldn’t be the first,” you tease, standing up so you can sit on the bed, wanting to be closer to Seungcheol. “Besides,” you pinch at his chin, inspecting the wounds on his face, “Wonwoo might actually listen to me.”

“Honey,” Seungcheol slaps your hand away, instead grabbing at the back of your neck to bring your lips dangerously close to his, “don’t test me right now.” 

“Or what?”

He lets out a shaky breath, his gaze dipping down to your lips. “Jeonghan’s putting me on a two-week mental health break or some shit, this isn’t even a question of ‘or what’ anymore. While I’m on leave, I’m going to fuck you stupid. I’m going to make it so you can’t even leave the fucking bed. I’m going to show you that I’m not the kind of man who receives instructions, I give them. Think you can handle it?”

God, your core is throbbing from his words alone, and you can’t muster up any for yourself. You can only nod, staring at the beautiful, bruised, stubborn man in front of you.

“You should get out of here before I bend you over this fucking bed and get us both fired.” Seungcheol releases you, leaning back to put distance between your lips. 

“Do you think you’ll be released tonight?” you ask, voice quiet.

“Are you that eager to see what I’m made of, honey?” Seungcheol lets out a laugh.

“Maybe.”

“Yes, I think I’ll be out of here soon, after this stupid serum wears off. You know, this whole interrogating me while I’m vulnerable thing isn’t going to go unpunished.”

“I hope you do your worst,” you challenge him.

The agent scoffs, shaking his head. “You’re trouble.”

“Hypocrite,” you grin, standing and heading to the door. “Call me when you’re out, then you can take me home.”

You’re waiting by Seungcheol’s car in the parking garage when he comes out of the elevator. He’s dressed in black dress pants and the same white button-up he’d been wearing hours earlier. The collar is speckled with blood, the buttons undone to reveal his broad chest- his suit jacket is held in a fist, and he’s never looked sexier.

He doesn’t say anything as he approaches, closing the distance between the two of you. His hand finds your cheek, and his eyes stare into your own, your lips only inches apart. Then, he’s kissing you for the first time, a desperate, needy kiss that sets your entire body on fire.

You wrap your arms around the back of his neck, pressing your chest flush to his own. Your mouth opens instinctively, accepting the tongue that strokes by your teeth.

Seungcheol’s hand moves down to your ass, and he squeezes you roughly, pushing you back against the black jeep wrangler he’s been driving recently. The motion has you moaning against his lips, and Seungcheol breaks the kiss with a grin. His forehead rests against your own, and you both struggle to catch your breath.

“Been wanting to do that for a long time,” he tells you.

“Me too,” you admit, swallowing thickly. “So… your place?”

“My place,” he confirms, reaching behind you to open the door to his car. He grabs your hand to help you up into the tanked-out jeep, then gently shuts the door behind you.

Your heart is racing. You can’t believe you’re actually doing this. 

A couple of hours ago, you’d feared the worst, and now, you desperately need good, dirty, wet sex with Seungcheol to take your mind off the anxiety that’s still coursing through you.

“So,” you clear your throat as he pulls out of the parking garage, “did you talk to Jeonghan?”

Seungcheol laughs, reaching to hold your hand while he drives. “Yes, I talked to Jeonghan.”

“Did you mention me?”

“I mentioned you a lot. Mentioned you the first time he came in to talk. He asked the same kinds of questions you did, turns out you’re the only one who was completely oblivious to the way I felt about you.”

“Well… I mean… you’re the agent, not me. Figuring out secrets is your job, I just do handler stuff.” Your skin heats at the idea that others saw his affection for you, but you’d been so blind.

“He agrees that this thing between us, whatever it is, it’s the liability, not either of us alone. He’s putting me on rest, like I said, and when you’re up for it, he’d like to reassign you to some new hire, this wizz kid named Dino or something.”

Although you know reassignment is the best thing in this situation, it doesn’t make it hurt any less. Can you really trust someone else to be Seungcheol’s handler? God, you’re feeling downright territorial of this man already-

“Yeah, I’m not too happy about it either,” Seungcheol sighs, rubbing his thumb along your hand. “Some new kid getting you in his ear- he better not fall in love with you.”

“Did you fall in love with me?” you ask.

“Truth serum has worn off, honey,” Seungcheol grins, grinning and bringing your hand to his lips. “But yes, as cliche and stupid as it sounds, I did. And don’t worry, you don’t have to say it back, I know you were all hot and bothered by me too.”

You scoff loudly.

“What was it you said earlier? I ‘find seduction easy’? Don’t pretend we’re not in the same boat here, honey.” 

“God, I hate you.” You try to tear your hand away from him but he’s unrelenting.

“Liar. You love me. Love me so much you’re going to let me rearrange your guts.”

“Don’t be so vulgar,” you chastise him.

Seungcheol casts you a sideways glance. “You’re not my handler anymore, you don’t get to tell me what to do.”

Your pussy throbs at his words. The dynamic between the two of you has always been a push-pull. You were supposed to be the one giving orders, but it never felt… correct. You’d bet your life that soon, when Seungcheol has you pressed to his bed, whispering all sorts of dirty commands in your ear- well, you have no doubts that will feel more natural. 

“As dominant as you like to pretend you are as a handler, I think we both know you’d rather be the submissive,” Seungcheol points out. “I can’t wait to see how good you’ll be for me.”

“Cheol-”

“Look at you, honey, a little dirty talk and you’re already a blabbering mess. Can’t find the words, can you?”

“Fuck.”

“You’re adorable,” he grins, shaking his head a little. “You’ll be good for me, I know you will be.”

You’re kissing Cheol the moment you get into his penthouse- or… is he kissing you? It’s hard to tell who moved first, all you know is that one thing leads to another and suddenly he’s hoisting you onto a kitchen counter, his hands already unbuttoning your pants.

You break your heated kiss to take a breath, looking up at the ceiling while he quickly attaches his lips to your neck. “Cheol- this is going a bit fast.”

“Is it?” He tugs your pants down, grinning against your throat. “Do you want me to slow down?”

His thumb finds your clit through your panties and you let out a whimper, clinging onto his strong shoulders.

You can’t even think right now, especially not when he begins to draw small circles against your sensitive bud, pulling away from you so he can watch your face. You open your eyes to look at him, loving the intensity in his expression.

“Tell me to slow down,” he says.

You take a breath, trying to process his words. They’d sounded like a command, so, begrudgingly, you whisper, “Slow down.”

“Too bad, I don’t listen to what you tell me to do, remember?” 

He’s such a shit-

A shit that gets onto his knees to immediately burry his face between your thighs, tugging your panties to the side roughly so his tongue can make direct contact with your already throbbing pussy.

“Fuck, Cheol-” you whimper loudly, threading your fingers through his silky dark hair, your legs already shaking around his head.

“Been thinking about what you’d taste like,” Seungcheol muses, pressing a sloppy kiss to your inner thigh. “Knew your pussy would be perfect for me.”

God, his words are getting to you, your mind completely blank of a comeback as Seungcheol dives back into his task, his lips wrapping harshly around your clit.

All you can do is gasp and whine for him, writhing on his kitchen counter while he works you closer and closer to an orgasm with his tongue alone.

When he pulls away to drag two fingers up your slit, your body tenses in anticipation.

“Relax,” Seungcheol chuckles, looking up at you with that handsome grin of his, “It’s only me, honey. You’re comfortable with me…” he pushes his digits into your core, cocking a brow, “right?”

“Yes, fuck-”

“Yes, what?” He crooks his fingers, hitting your gspot and making you cry out.

“Yes, I’m comfortable with you!” you belt out, falling back onto the table so you don’t have to hold yourself up anymore. You want to feel everything he’s giving you- want him to have your full focus.

“Good girl. I think you deserve a reward for admitting that, don’t you?” 

You can feel Seungcheol’s breath on your clit while he pumps his fingers, abusing the sweet spot that already has you close to the edge.

“Yeah, yes- I deserve a reward-”

Seungcheol pulls away abruptly, landing a slap to your pussy that has you squealing, your thighs closing around his hand. Your eyes snap open and you stare at him in shock.

“That sounded like a command, honey,” Seungcheol says, prying your legs apart. “Thought we agreed I’d be in charge tonight, and you know I hate being told what to do.”

“I-” you swallow thickly. “Please? Please let me cum?”

“Let you cum?” he taunts, thumb finding your clit but not applying nearly enough pressure.

“Please… make me cum?” you suggest, wanting - more than anything - to say the right thing for him.

“Because you asked so nicely.” Seungcheol flashes you a wink, and then his fingers are slipping into your wet core again, picking up where he left off. His lips return to your clit, which is practically buzzing from the slap, and before you even know it, he has you at the edge.

“Please make me cum,” you whimper desperately. “Fuck, I’m so close- please make me cum, I’ve tried to be a good girl for you- please-”

He hums a sound of confirmation, and the buzzing vibration on your clit is enough to get you there. Your pussy clamps down hard on his fingers, your back arching as waves of pleasure surge through you. Your toes curl against his broad shoulders, sounds leaving you uncensored as you fill his apartment with cries of relief.

You’re throbbing, your pussy practically dripping at this point, but Seungcheol doesn’t let up. Even when you tug on his hair to try to pull him away, he refuses to move. He finger fucks you and sucks on your clit, ignoring the way your thighs close around him, working you through your high all the way until the end.

Seungcheol finally relents when your pussy stops contracting around him, and you let out a massive sigh when he pulls away. You can feel his eyes on you, but you can’t bring yourself to look at him yet, not when you’re still feeling the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm.

You feel him begin to unbutton your shirt and his lips find the swell of your breasts as soon as it’s open. He’s soft in his kisses, gentle, tender even. “Have you come back down to earth yet, honey?” he asks, nuzzling up to your throat.

“Yeah- that was just, really good,” you let out a small laugh, threading your fingers through his hair to keep him tucked to your chest.

“That was just the appetizer, you still haven’t had the main course.”

“God, you’re so-”

“So what?” he teases. “Handsome? Charming? Lovable?”

“Sure of yourself,” you breathe.

“Let me show you something,” he prompts, reaching for your hand. He pulls away from your chest to stand up straight again, guiding your fingers to the front of his pants. His cock is straining against the fabric, and you open your eyes to see Seungcheol grinning when you gasp at how large he is. “When a man has a cock like mine, he can afford to be sure of himself.”

You shiver at his words, and it makes Seungcheol laugh. “Come on, let me take you to bed.”

He hauls you up before throwing you over his shoulder, landing a gentle spank on your ass. 

“Remember when I told you I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t even be able to leave the bed?” Seungcheol prompts as he tosses you onto the mattress. “You better get comfy, honey.”

“I think…” you feel your daring side beginning to surface, eyes dipping to watch Seungcheol’s skilled fingers unbuttoning his dress shirt, “I think I also remember something about you telling me my truth serum interrogation wouldn’t go unpunished.”

The agent pauses, a huge grin spreading across his face. “You’re cute, honey.”

“Yeah?” You reach behind your body, undoing the clasp of your bra and letting it slip to the wayside. “How so?”

Seungcheol’s pupils dilate, his eyes becoming dark, lustful pools. 

He doesn’t bother to answer your question, shrugging his shirt off before leaning over you, his hands pressing into the bed to box you in while his lips find yours. It’s a needy kiss, his tongue gliding out to meet your own, but you don’t mind at all.

You cup his face, moaning against him, fingers teasing over his strong shoulders.

Seungcheol is built, even for an agent. Certain men who work with you have leaner physiques, and Seungcheol is not one of them. He’s all big and broad, with lines of muscle that you could trace for hours if given the chance.

His lips begin to trail down to your throat, and you let out a whimper of anticipation when his breath fans across your pebbled nipples.

However, when he gets to your breasts, Seungcheol avoids sucking on the most sensitive spots. He looks up at you, grinning. “I think it’s time for that punishment now.”

“Yeah?” You can’t help the excitement that bubbles through you.

“I want you on your knees, ass up, and take off your panties while you’re at it.”

You know what’s coming when you follow through with the command. The cool air in the room feels nice on your newly exposed, hot core, and you make a show of everything, arching your back.

You can hear Seungcheol let out a deep breath, his hands ghosting over your ass.

“If this hurts too much, let me know.”

“Do your worst,” you counter, wiggling your hips and resting your face against the bed sheets, exhaling deeply in preparation.

You expect a harsh smack, but instead, Seungcheol presses a soft kiss to your right cheek. “I’m punishing you because you took advantage, you know that, right?”

“Uh huh, part of me knew I was being bad interrogating you while you were truth-serumed, but part of me needed to know what your answers would be.”

“Between us, I’m glad you asked the questions you did, or you might not be in my bed right now.”

“I’m glad too,” you confess. “Now, come on Angel Eyes, punish me.”

“I love a woman who takes what she deserves with grace.”

“After this, I deserve your cock.”

“Do you now?” Seungcheol lets out an amused chuckle, grabbing your ass with both hands and squeezing. 

“Maybe you deserve my pussy,” you muse thoughtfully.

“Now that’s something I can definitely get behind,” he agrees. “Count these out for me, honey, I’ll give you ten.”

The first smack makes you recoil in surprise, the sound flooding your senses before the sharp pain that blossoms across your skin.

“One,” you announce, balling your hands into the bed sheets.

“How did that feel?” he asks, gently smoothing his palm across the still-burning flesh.

“Good.”

The next hit is a little harder and it makes you whimper,  but you do your best to stay steady, unmoving, ready to take what you deserve. “Two.”

Three and four come on your other cheek, and you’re thankful for the reprieve, but smack number five returns to the first side he’d battered, and it stings even more now. However, it’s a pleasantly hot sensation, and your core throbs knowing you’re halfway through your punishment, all the more close to your reward.

“You look like you’re enjoying this too much,” Seungcheol muses, groping your ass again, squeezing hard enough to hurt.

“Maybe I am,” you tell him, looking over your shoulder at the agent. 

He grins down at you, lifting a hand- your body flinches involuntarily, and Seungcheol’s smile widens. “Getting sensitive already, huh?”

“Yes,” you admit.

The next slap lands on your pussy, something you hadn’t been expecting, and a squeal of delight erupts out of you at the sensation on your clit.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” Seungcheol asks.

“Uh huh,” you nod, clenching the bed sheets even tighter.

“How's your clit feeling after one orgasm?” he prompts, thumb finding the sensitive bud and rubbing it in small circles.

“Feels so good,” you whimper.

“You’re practically dripping, honey, didn’t take you for a pain slut.”

“Be nice,” you chastise him.

“Oh?” 

Another smack lands on your ass and you dutifully call out “Six.” 

“You don’t like being called a little pain slut?” he asks.

“No,” you shake your head. “Please call me nice things.”

“Okay, honey, I can do that,” he concedes, and the next spank isn’t as hard as the last. “You’re being so good for me. We’re almost done.”

“Can’t wait for you to fuck me, I’ve been waiting so long-”

“We’ll get there,” Seungcheol promises, leaning down to press a kiss to your lower back. When he pulls away, number “Eight” comes quickly thereafter.

Your skin is buzzing with anticipation now, and you’re nearly writhing against the bed, but you do your best to be as still as possible while Seungcheol completes this punishment focused foreplay.

After smack number nine, you hear Seungcheol undo his belt, and it takes everything inside of you not to turn around and get a good look at his cock.

He smacks his length gently against your ass, and you let out a small, “Ten?”

He laughs. “No, honey, this is ten.”

The sound of the slap echoes through his room, the hardest of them all so far, and you release a strangled cry, your ass on fire from where he’d hit you.

“That was the pain, now here’s the pleasure.” He rubs his cock through your wet folds, and slips the tip inside, stretching you out wonderfully. The sensation distracts from your sore bum, and your whimper becomes a moan as he drives deeper and deeper into you. “Tell me you like it.”

“I love it,” you blurt, already pushing back toward him in an effort to feel everything.

You’re not sure how big he is, only that he’s bigger than anyone you’ve ever been with, but after the tension of your punishment, and the orgasm before that, your pussy greedily swallows up everything he has to give until he’s flush to your still stinging ass.

“Fuck,” Seungcheol cusses, gently grabbing at your hips. “How’s that feel?”

“I feel so full,” you tell him, pussy fluttering around his cock.

“I’ll make you feel fuller,” he promises.

“Yeah?”

“You’re on birth control?”

“Uh huh.”

“Then I’ll definitely fill you up, mark this pussy as all mine, are you okay with that?”

“More than okay with it,” you moan. 

“That’s my good girl,” Seungcheol praises you, beginning to thrust.

“Fuck-” you whimper, loving the feeling of his cock dragging along your inner walls. 

Your eyes are closed, your focus entirely on Seungcheol as he starts to fuck you, rougher and rougher until his balls are slapping against your clit with each motion.

“Your pussy feels so good,” he tells you, grip tightening on your hips. “It’s like you were made for me, honey.”

The idea causes a visceral reaction, your entire body thrumming with pleasure. You can only moan in response, beginning to move back so you can meet each one of his thrusts.

“And this ass-” One of Seungcheol’s hands moves to cup your sensitive flesh, making you groan even louder. “Fucking perfect. Rub your clit for me, want you to cum again.”

Your hand is shaky as you bring it between your legs, finding your sensitive clit. Your core clenches desperately around Seungcheol and he lets out a deep moan of appreciation.

“That’s my good girl, being so good for me. So good at taking orders.”

You can’t help but let out a small laugh. It’s as if things were always meant to be this way, you were meant to let him be in control, not the other way around. This feels so much more natural than you telling him what to do ever did.

“Don’t laugh,” Seungcheol chastises you, fucking you even harder. “I’m trying to be nice to you, like you wanted.”

“I just-” you groan when his cock slams into your gspot. “It was never supposed to be me telling you what to do.”

“I’m glad we agree on something,” Seungcheol muses, his motions slowing ever so slightly. “Fuck this, I want to see you.”

He pulls out of your pussy, flipping you onto your back. The contact of the bed against your ass makes you groan, but the sight of Seungcheol’s perfect body looming over you has you distracted less than a moment later.

His cock is big… cut, curving slightly to the left, with a prominent vein that you want to trace with your tongue-

He presses the head of his length to your pussy, easing himself into you while he positions you in missionary. When he’s fully inside of you again, he meets your gaze, then he looks down at your lips.

“You’re so pretty like this,” he whispers before pressing his mouth to yours.

You grab at his strong shoulders, getting lost in the kiss as he begins to fuck you again, the whole bed shaking with the power of his thrusts.

You’ve never made sounds like this in bed before. You’re moaning like a whore, but Seungcheol eats up every whimper, his tongue gliding against your own.

Your fingers thread through his hair, keeping him close as he fucks you closer and closer to the edge.

The agent pulls away, breathing heavily. “I can feel you clenching, honey, gonna cum again?”

“Gonna cum on your big cock,” you tell him.

“Yeah?”

One of his hands slips between your bodies, fingers applying pressure to your clit.

You whimper loudly, back arching off the bed. Seungcheol takes the opportunity to finally draw your nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing over the sensitive bud.

You gasp, body on fire from all the wonderful sensations. “I’m so close-” you tell him.

“Then cum for me,” he murmurs, rubbing your clit even harder. “Cum on my cock.”

It only takes a few more seconds for you to follow through with his command, the cord snapping in your stomach as your release takes over. Your pussy clamps down on Seungcheol, and when he lets out a groan, you know your body is milking him for every drop of cum that he has.

His thrusts have become sloppier, more erratic, deeper- and each one has him kissing your cervix, which is a delightful feeling. 

You hold him to your breast through your high, and he diligently sucks on your nipple, fucking you until he can’t fuck you anymore.

Finally, Seungcheol slumps down against you, applying some of his weight over you like a weighted blanket.

He’s panting hard against your breasts, cheek pressed to the center of your chest.

“Your heart is going wild, honey,” he muses after a moment.

All you can do is laugh, unable to find the words just yet after the power of your release.

Instead, you stroke his hair, and Seungcheol lets out a murmured moan, nuzzling closer to you. “I do love you, you know.”

“I know.”

He chuckles. “You aren’t going to say it back?”

“Take me on a date first,” you tease.

“Tomorrow, if you can still walk, I’ll take you out.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.” He presses a kiss to your sternum. “If you can’t walk, I’ll bring the date to you.”

“How romantic,” you say sarcastically.

“Don’t start with me, honey,” he warns.

“I’m not starting anything,” you defend yourself with a giggle.

He looks up at you, eyes sparkling. “Sure you’re not.”

You lean down to kiss him gently, loving how domestic this whole thing has turned. But of course, ever the sex fiend, Seungcheol quickly ruins it. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll fuck you again.”

You can’t help but shake your head. “You promise?”

“If you’re going to talk back like this, make it five.”

He’s such a fuck, but you kind of love him.

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“Hey, big guy,” you grin as you enter the apartment, eyes finding Seungcheol sitting on the living room couch. “How was your day?”

He pauses his show to look at you, flashing a tired smile. “It was okay.”

“Yikes,” you immediately go to join him on the couch, cuddling up to his side. “The new handler still being a bit of a dick?”

“Joshua was hand-picked by Jeonghan, it’s not like I can do anything about it,” Seungcheol sighs. “How about you, still enjoying the wizz kid?”

“Dino’s a good one,” you insist. “He follows instruction very well.”

Seungcheol scoffs, rolling his eyes. 

“You still jealous that I’m in his ear and not yours?” you tease, poking your boyfriend’s chest.

“Don’t go there, honey,” he warns.

“Come on- it could be fun. I think having someone who listens well has built my confidence… you know, we could try it out a little, if you want.”

“You want me to be submissive?” Seungcheol’s brows raise in a sort of shocked amusement. “Not a chance in hell.”

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[cherry-moons]

Hi there! I was wondering if you'd be willing to do the following card spread for the 2024 new year? No stress if not, thank you either way <3

Heya, Happy new year!

1)I think the main lesson is to learn to live with your actions. Stop putting so much work and time into regret and worrying. Enjoy what you have and don’t look back to what might have been. You should work on trust and evaluate who you spend time around, figuring out the influences you have around you is vital to figuring yourself out as a person.

2) I think you will learn to be at peace with a lot of things. You will realise that not everything is perfect and sometimes you can’t win things. You will get better at moving on from things that go wrong. Taking the lessons it presents you with but not getting stuck on what you could have done differently. I think it will be a journey of acceptance for all that’s around you

3) this is a slightly more sad one.I think you will end a relationship or a friendship. Unfortunately in a lot of relationships the time comes where you have to part ways, just know you’re on the right path. I believe that while you are evaluating the people around you and what they help you with there will be a relationship that you realise does not help you. One that impacts you negatively and you will be strong enough to move on.

4) I think you will really come into yourself. You will doubt yourself less and will be living more proactively. What previously held you back will feel as though it’s no longer there and you will be free to move and change. I think your emotions will level out a bit more, obviously there will still be hard days and amazing days but a lot more will just feel good, just be how life is and you will learn to enjoy the everyday more.

5) this card shows strength. I think this is a warning that life won’t be easy but that you are strong enough to overcome the things that challenge you. It’s okay to not be sure in yourself sometimes and it’s okay to feel sad but when you have processed the problem you will be able to move on and keep living life.

I hope this helped! I really enjoyed this spread thank you for bringing it to my attention!

Again happy new year and blessed be🫶🌙💫

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Help a brother out

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Sunwoo has suggested a plan, to use Jacob as bait to set his plan. To make it seem that Johnny has bullied him on the street. As who couldn’t say not to this Angel Face Jacob, as everyone literally loves him.

Sunwoo has nominated more like force, Kevin to convince Jacob. That he is helping for the good and definitely what so ever to do evil things.

Things are going so well until…Eric has bought some bad news

What could be the bad news be?

Back at I will get my revenge chat

Today 23:00

Sunwoo☀️: I nominate Kevin should talk to Jacob

Kevin🌙: Dude leave me out of this! I won’t ever lie to my Jacob!!

Hyunjae🐮: It can’t be me! Jacob is a afraid of me due to a little prank I played on him

Kevin🌙: You put creepy doll music song at 1am and poor Jacob has to come over to my side of the room. As he was scared that there was ghost in the house

Q🐿️: I won’t mind talking to Jacob! Chucky loves him!!

Eric🦄: How about we put that plan b!

Q🐿️: Okay! I love playing with Jacob

Eric🦄: You way of playing with Jacob, is putting Chucky in his bathroom

Q🐿️: Chucky was playing hide and seek! Hm, next time I should tell Chucky to hide in your bed

Eric🦄: HEY! IF CHUCKY ENTERS MY BED. I WILL LITERALLY BURN HIM

Q🐿️: Burn him, and I will be your nightmare 😇

Sunwoo☀️: It can’t be Eric, Sangyeon put ban on him to not go near his favourites

Sunwoo☀️: As he managed to break Younghoon arm. Which we all know he was lying!!!

Sunwoo☀️: So Kevin your our only option!

Kevin🌙: I don’t wanna do it! I can’t do Jacob like that

Sunwoo☀️: The Beyoncé tickets…is in within your reach

Kevin🌙: Beyoncé or Jacob the decision!

Kevin🌙: Fine I will do it! You better give me the ticket

Sunwoo☀️: Yeah yeah I will give it to you. Do your work

The next day….

Jacob and Kevin Chat

Today 11:00am

Kevin🌙: Bro! where are you? I haven’t seen you all day!

Jacob👼: I was busy volunteering for the sick along with Younghoon

Jacob👼: I will back soon, and we can have our therapy session

Kevin🌙: I don’t need therapy!

Jacob👼: It’s okay, I understand the pain. We can get through this together

Kevin🌙: Argggh, anyways I need your help with something

Jacob👼: Oh helping! I love helping, say the word

Kevin🌙: I need to help with a movie project. It’s about bullying…

Kevin🌙: I need you pretend to be sad and say ‘Johnny gave me a black eye’ to some guy at the music station

Jacob👼: Johnny? Who is that?

Kevin🌙: He is big bad guy, who bullied our brother Sunwoo

Kevin🌙: We are trying to get him to confess, so he stop bullying or brother

Jacob👼: That’s so mean! This Johnny is such a bully, of course I will help!

Kevin🌙: That was easy!

Jacob👼: I will bring Younghoon with me and maybe Chanhee! Chanhee is so good at doing those stuff

Kevin🌙: NO! I mean yourself is good enough, we don’t wanna worry our brothers

Jacob👼: The more the merrier right? We just want justice for our brother

Kevin🌙: Think about the pain they will be in, once they found out about sunwoo situation

Jacob👼: Oh my you are right that would be so terrible of me to do! Okay I won’t tell anyone, thank goodness Younghoon went to the toilet

Kevin🌙: I text you the location and as well Changmin, will be there for the reenactment

After Kevin has finished texting Jacob. He immediately did a little pray for himself, saying please lord forgive me, anything for Beyoncé.

A couple hours later….

Back at I will get my revenge chat

Today 21:00

Sunwoo☀️: This is the best! I don’t know how you pull it off, in convincing Jacob

Kevin🌙: Can please move on from that…I really don’t want to think about. What I did Jacob

Hyunjae🐮: Chill man, he has to man up sooner of later

Kevin🌙: And I don’t want him to turn into you…

Hyunjae🐮: Hey, what that supposed to mean?

Eric🦄: GUYS AND CHUCKY! We have a problem!!

Sunwoo☀️: I don’t like the word problem

Eric🦄: It’s Chanhee, he might or not seen our convo

Sunwoo☀️: What! Don’t tell me you left your phone on

Eric🦄: I got so excited, when Hakneyon bought over this cute little dog! I almost stole his friends dog

Eric🦄: Then afterwards, I just saw Chanhee giving the look. You know that look, I am on to you look

Sunwoo☀️: YOU IDIOT

Sunwoo☀️: It’s okay I have a plan B

Hyunjae🐮: What is it?

Sunwoo☀️ left the chat

Kevin🌙: Did he abandoned us?

Eric🦄: Yes…

Hyunjae🐮: This kid! How dare he pushes the blame…

Kevin🌙: I heard Sangyeon calling for us now…

[thegreenishhues]

Thanks for the tag Ghost and Tiger CC:

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

One I made for fun a bit ago :DD

🍫 Cheese or chocolate? oooo chocolate but I love both!

✨ Do you have any nicknames? Irl yes. online ive been called rose a bit but almost always rosey

🎵 Last song you listened to?

Knotted constellations by Madilyn mei!!

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?

Nope but I have thought of doing it a few times props to anyone who does its super cool!!

😏 Are you on discord?

yes!! I have been chatting a bunch on their recently with my moots CC:

 💛 Do you have any piercings?

My ears are pierced if that counts :)

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

Hmm I like what Ghost said, also how you treat strangers is a pretty good indicator to me of what someone thinks of themselves/ how they are as a person.

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

Maybe a snickerdoodle? I like snickerdoodles like a better version of a sugar cookie

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

A dog person because I have one but I love cats as well

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

Earbuds because headphones hurt my ears because of my glasses.

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud?

"That's... special" (about my friends Pinterest board lmao)

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?

Most people dont give a shit what you do and so you should do what makes you happy. Not so much a weird fact as a thing I think about when Im worried my interests are weird lol.

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?

Night owl! I stay up very late when given the chance

🧸 Favorite place to nap?

Ooo anywhere? middle of a field or on a mountain C:

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?

Yep, I am a lil gay goober how loves love c:

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

Trying. My. Best.

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

Jeans but the really big ones that are comfy as heck.

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?

Hmmmm not a huge starbucks but I like the cakepops and the hot chocolate :D

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

Orange funny enough but like REALLY bright traffic cone orange

💎 What’s your most prized possession?

My necklace from summer camp ig! it has a charm for every year ive gone >:D

☕ Coffee or tea?

Coffee but both are good :)

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

Lmao what?? How about a dodo bird they seem pretty chill

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?

Over a year!! my anniversary is in February :D

🌴 Desert island item?

A working phone will cellular data for an emergency call get me off the damn island before I need to worry about surviving

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

Hmmm Ive been told I dress fairly "granola"?? Basically hiking stuff but Im honestly not sure lol

🔮 What’s your dream job?

Child psychologist or therapist although I do want to stream at some point in my life as well

💙 Relationship status?

Single lol I will date when I meet someone worth dating <3

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

Currently O.O just got home and it was pouring so pj pants and a t-shirt

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?

Many many of them lyrics stick to me like glue for some reason but an example... let it go from frozen 1 becuase I watched that movie far too much as a kid.

🤎 What color is your hair?

Brown!

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

Yep!

💄 Do you wear makeup?

Some days :D

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

Oh gosh im not sure lol

💞 @ your favorite blog. oh gosh I dont think I can choose one but all of my mutuals you guys are my favorites >:D

Feel free to join in but im going to tag a few people!!

@sillygh0st @sevenzinha @leemontoast @artistnerd24 /np!!

~ 💖 ASK GAME 💖 ~

📷 What’s set as your phone’s lockscreen?

🍫 Cheese or chocolate?

✨ Do you have any nicknames?

🎵 Last song you listened to?

✏️ Have you ever written fanfiction?

😏 Are you on discord?

 💛 Do you have any piercings?

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

🍪 If you were a cookie, what kind would you be?

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

🎧 Headphones or earbuds?

🌼 What’s the last thing you said out loud?

🙃 What’s a weird fact that you know?

🦉 Are you a morning person or a night owl?

🧸 Favorite place to nap?

🏳️‍🌈 Are you a member of the LGBTQIA+ community?

🦋 Describe yourself in three words.

👖 Jeans or sweatpants?

🥤 What’s your go-to Starbucks order?

🧡 A color you can’t stand?

💎 What’s your most prized possession?

☕ Coffee or tea?

🦖 Favorite extinct animal?

🌙 How long have you been on tumblr?

🌴 Desert island item?

🐸 Describe your aesthetic.

🔮 What’s your dream job?

💙 Relationship status?

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

🎤 Is there a song you know all the lyrics to?

🤎 What color is your hair?

💌 Do you talk to yourself?

💄 Do you wear makeup?

🌸 Best compliment you ever received?

💞 @ your favorite blog.

Reblogs are appreciated!

[seospicybin]

Hi Miss Eff sorry it took so long for me to share my thoughts on Evermore.

I hope you don’t mind my word vomit and i hope you don’t mind me sharing my thoughts. But i really want to share my thoughts on your wonderful writing so here goes for Chapter one:

- I love Tigerlily so much. She’s my imaginary daughter and i just have so much love and adoration for the amazing woman she’s become. If I’m lucky enough to have a daughter like her someday I’d be glad.

- Chris is messing with my head. Like sir you let me go in the past, stop messing with my feelings!!!!! There’s so much history between reader and him it’s too hard to ignore, but i have this gnawing feeling at the back of my mind saying “he let you go once, what if he lets you go again” and immediately my defensive walls come up. I’m reluctant to let him in again in all honesty. Tbh I’m glad he broke his foot, serves him well for breaking my heart 🤷🏻‍♀️ (i’m petty i know).

- Hyunjin HyunJIN HYUNJIN!! This man is too pure for this world. His intentions seem genuine and i whole heartedly love how infatuated he is and how serious he is about reader. Thank God reader gave him a little lovin’ like he deserves!! He promised not to break our heart so i hope reader doesn’t do anything stupid and break his heart instead. Tbh i don’t know if i’d forgive myself if i hurt my pottery boy.

- Lastly, Chris staying with reader cannot be any good. I 100% know this man is gonna try some funky business and my ass is gonna cave in a heartbeat.

- That’s all to say i’m lowkey (but highkey) #teamhyunjin right now (but Chris can still get it). Who knows what team I’ll be rooting for at the end, i can’t wait to see!

- All in all Miss Eff, wonderful chapter as always! You write so descriptively, it’s like i can imagine myself in the moments. Thank you for sharing your stories with us!

- Now onto Chapter two where i hope both my heart and my mind don’t get more confused than they already are. I’ll be back to share my thoughts!

- moonshine🌙

Hi, no worries about the late feedback. I appreciate it nonetheless. I mean ofc Chris would do funky business and if your ass doesn't cave in a heartbeat then there's something wrong with you 😂

No, changing lanes ok? If you're team Hyunjin then you have to go all the way 🙌🏻

Anyway, thank you for reading. I'll patiently wait for your feedback on the next chapter 💕

[proship-confessional]

To the anon asking about if any of the other caname anons do any writing, I plan on it! …maybe.

I would like to find some ideas first. And also I’d like to be very specific about the way I write them. I’d like the way I write them to leave an impression on whomever is reading. If that makes sense. I’m also worried I won’t write them in a way that gets into their brainspace correctly in a way that is actually intriguing.

The only idea I have so far is caname skinny dipping. That sounds a bit odd but hear me out. I feel like not too much would happen…Alfred is the one who initiates the whole situation. The first to suggest the lake, the first to undress, and the first to leave. They skinny dip and Canada tries to extend his feelings out. Just a tiny bit. He’d probably be like do you ever think about when we were younger haha. He tries to play it off, or rather, trail off about it. I don’t quite know how to explain. He brings it up and then ends up getting quieter and quieter and he’s trying to make it not seem like he’s asking what changed. A scene I think describes what I’m trying to say is when he’s at the world meeting and he starts saying I agree. Or I think I do. I don’t know. Maybe I should think it over….anyway. After that America gets super close and they share a moment? A moment filled with tension thick enough to cut with a knife. Why is Alfred so close. Why is he looking at me like that. Does he want me to talk. Is he going to say something. Maybe I should wait. No. He wants me to speak. Maybe I should? No. That’s not it. Maybe? he’s overthinking. Also the tension is just barely sexual. Maybe. And then America splashes him in the face changes the topic/diverts from what Canada said etc. etc. gets out the water and then it’s awkward. Something along those lines. Canada is left by himself for a moment, it’s quiet and he’s burning up with an abundance of emotions. In his head he’s beating himself up and calling himself stupid for mentioning anything at all.

I feel what’s most important to remember is that it’s always unclear why Alfred does these things. Matthew has no idea what his intentions and motives are. And it’s unclear if Alfred even wants him to know. Does he want me to chase him or leave him alone? He seems mad or weirded out or unsatisfied with either option. So Matthew is often running in weird circles with him. No matter what he does it just seems like he can’t catch up, no matter how much he chases. Alfred alone is probably one of the reasons why Matthew overthinks so much of his actions. Alfred’s hard to read. Which I also want to keep what he’s thinking out of the readers sight. Both you and Matthew have to be confused haha.

Anyway I hope everyone’s having a good day. Maybe one day I’ll write this. Or draw it. We may never know. I hope you all enjoyed my ramblings.

-🥀🌙

i have wifi in the middle of nowhere!!! suprise!!!! and i loved ur rambling thank uuu