#ok but bright is the purest soul ever!!!

[cameronbishcp1]

"I can't remember the last time I had a coke made with cane sugar." he admitted, tapping his bottle to the other's and taking another sip. He let out a satisfied sigh, it was simply that good. "Thanks." he said as he took the seat opposite from him, chuckling and shaking his head a bit at the image. "I'm kinda new to town, so I had no idea this place got this busy." he replied. "Is it usually like this?" he asked, waving his hand around them to indicate the crowd of people inside the restaurant. "Or is there a special or something that I missed?"

Bright had always been one to work hard for what he got. That he had many times he clean or do some takes to get a meal to get by or a place to sleep for the night. So once he was able to really start earning money and having a some what normal life he was happy to be able to give for once. After years of not being able to give or help out he was glad he was able too now. He still was far from rich but he was working hard to have a good life. "No prob!" he smiled as he watched the other guy. "Right ? I love it for that another reason why I love coming here" he tapped bottles with him and took a drink. Cane Sugar drinks were always so good and he loved it. "Sure go a head " he moved his hand across from him. "I swear I had fight this old lady for a seat she almost hade me" he teased only kidding.

[vogueinnie]

HEAVEN OR HELL ; part. 1 TEASER - PART 1 - PART 2 - (...)

        ━ WARNINGS ; demon!hyunjin, virgin fem!reader

if you feel uncomfortable with the mentions of religion, please don’t read this story cause there are a lot blasphem, mentions of Lucifer and Mammon (Lucifer’s son)

sex in a public place with people around (!!!), boots riding and boot licking, corruption kink, fear kink, humiliation (and not only in a sexual way), mention of animals hunting, reader is leashed, pet name (angel), manipulation, devilish creatures

this story will contains a lot of filthy and dirty things, the warnings are here to prevent you from anything that can trigger you. so please consider them carefully.

      ━ WORD COUNT ; 2.5k       ━ NOTE ; here is the first part of my first ever serie! feedback are so welcomed so feel free to tell me anything about this story.

Since the end of time there were two worlds. Heaven and Hell. Humans fought over which world they would belong to for the rest of their lives. The good was offered the place of angels while the worst was going to be demons.

Luckily, you’ve always been good during your lifetime. You weren’t surprised when the paradise’s gates were all open for you. As an angel, your face has the softest features, most beautiful hair, and even your aura was a pretty pale pink tone. The purest one.

The Ladybug Garden. Your favorite Heaven’s place. It was the most peaceful garden, a place where you walked in every morning. The sun was shining, as usual, the grass was a bright green and all the flowers were colorful. You jump happily in the air, your bare feet stroking the grass every time you touched the ground. You laugh softly, feeling dumb for a moment to play alone in the middle of all this flora. But you were happy, truly happy to be here. And knowing that you’ll be there forever was comforting enough to make you even more overexcited.

You heard a sound behind a tree so, curious, you approach slowly to finally see one of your angelic friends splaying with a cute white bunny.

“Felix ! I didn’t know you were here.” The boy called Felix turns around with a big smile to wave his hand at you. He was so beautiful, his eyes were beautiful shades of light brown, his lips were as pink as a rose, his hair white, and his beautiful skin was dotted with almost glittery freckled. You’ve met years ago here, and since then you were inseparable.

You barely have time to join him that Seungmin interrupted the both of you.

And let’s say, his coming is never for good reasons.

Seungmin doesn’t belong to either of the two worlds. He’s not an angel, nor a demon. He’s what we call the neutrals. Only here for the needs of both worlds. Heaven and Hell have only one rule in common ; If one of their residents is doomed, then they must be replaced by a person from the opposite world. It’s the only way to balance the loss. And that’s probably why Seungmin is here today, cause he never comes for pleasure.

“Hey, Seungmin… Is everything ok ?” Felix asked, a little bit concerned.

“Y/N you need to come with me.”

You look at him blankly, your lower lip starts to tremble a little, you exactly know what it means. You’re the angel chosen to go to Hell to offset the loss of a demon. How was it possible ? You’ve always been good to anyone. Everyone loved you. Everyone trusted you. You knew the rule, and you’d never dare to disrespect it, but you were so confused. Spending all this time in paradise, with all of your friends to finally end your life in the hands of a devilish creature.

And you know the only way to go back to Heaven was to soften a demon’s soul, but no one was able to do that until now. You were helpless, discouraged.

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You were in front of the Hell’s gates. They were dark and gigantic. It was frightening, the chills ran unpleasantly through your body, even your mind was in an awful state. Along with Seungmin, you start to walk through the alley and the first thing that strikes you is the heat you can feel. It was so unpleasant that you felt suffocating with each step. Everything was so dim around you, the only lights were the burning flame on the side. The smells of it even made you want to throw up.

Faster than you would have thought, you ended up arriving in what you suppose to be the main room. It was… disturbing how every detail was beautiful. From the grey stone walls to the delicate stained glasses, passing by the big red carpet under your feet leading to the one who ran this world.

Everyone was looking at you. And they were a lot of… people. Some of them were scary enough for you to no look at them. Red eyes, pointy teeth, almost translucent skin, huge black feather wings… Are they the ones you are going to have to live with ?

Three thrones were in front of you, and in the center of it was your Father’s son, the fallen angel, Lucifer. He was sitting proudly on his, you have to admit, beautiful golden throne. His black crown was setting perfectly on his long silver hair and his dark eyes were all on you, looking at you insistently. As the protocol obliges you, you kneel down in front of him, he was the king after all. The King of his own world. You owe him nothing but respect. You can hear him laugh, clapping in his hands as his voice rises through the walls, creating a frightening echo.

“Angel, angel look at me. You did as told. Welcome to your new…paradise, all the creepy devilish creatures laugh at his pitiful joke but stop the moment he raises his hand in the air. I knew my dearest Father was hiding all of the most beautiful angels from me. But first ! Let me introduce yourself to my own creation, my blood, my pride, my son… Mammon.”

Without noticing it at first you perceive that a tall long black-haired boy was sitting on a throne on his left. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, it was surreal how he was beautiful. His pale and perfect skin was almost shinning in the dark, his almond-like eyes were as obscure as this place, his nose was straight leading to his plump crimson lips. His face was deadpan. He was dressed in a black suit, which is not surprising for a demon, he wore leather gloves on his hands and black chunky boots. Chains were all over his body like jewelry and you come out of your mind when he asks you to come near him with only two fingers.

Again, you did as told. Not only cause you were afraid, but cause you strangely wanted to.

It was like he was controlling your body with only his pierced gaze. You approach him slowly, feeling ridiculous in your long white dress decorated with colorful butterflies with all the hungry eyes looking at you behind your back. You kneel in front of him too, breathing slowly just to try to control your rising and inevitable anxiety. You feel his two leather-like fingers lifting up your chin and you gulp at the sight of his face so close to yours.

He was analyzing you, scanning every little specific of your pretty face, turning your head slowly from right to left to not miss any details.

“Sit down.” His voice was soft yet strict. You were confused, as long as you were already kneeling. Your eyebrows furrow in confusion and your expression must amuse him cause you can see a slight smile drawn on his lips. He points his boots with his chin, leaning his back on his thrown lazily. “Ride them.”

Your mind went blank. What was he asking you, specifically? You looked at him, scared and confused, not moving an inch cause you didn’t know what to do. And you didn’t want to make him angry. But the strange feeling in your stomach was pleasant and weird at the same time.

He grabs your hair, your face approaching dangerously to his knees. He whispers so only you can hear his humiliating word.

“Make yourself cum on my boots. If you don’t do it then I’ll give you as a meal to the raging dogs. You smell good, they’re gonna love your blood, angel.”

You almost forgot how demons love to live in sin. It was scary enough to make you submit. But the worst part was probably the fact that, while looking at him in his eyes, you wanted to sin to make him proud of you. You wanted to see the oh-so-little smile on his porcelain face again.

His eyes never left yours and with your shaking body you place your two legs on either side of one of his, sitting on one of his big black boots. The material was so cold against your naked inner thighs but the sensation was magnificent. You could see him smile as he keeps on tightening your hair around his gloved hand. But you wouldn’t complain, feeling his grip was probably the only thing that can make you still feel alive in this world of debauchery. The position you were in was so uncomfortable when you start to move against his leg but your eyes went big as your cheeks went red. What was that little thing burning inside your core ? Why was it even dripping ? You wanted more of this delicious friction.

Keeping eye contact with him was surprisingly reassuring for you. Slowly, you start to grind against his boot, but focusing on him became more and more difficult with the new sensations you were feeling. A little squirm escapes your mouth, chasing after your own pleasure as you bounce against his shoes to feel the more pleasure as possible. You didn’t know what makes you do that dirty thing, but you did. It was unbelievably pleasuring. Your mind went dizzy, everything around you starts to spin and you can even feel some sweat drops running in your neck.

You wanted his dark gaze to keep looking at you, and only you. You loved the way he pats your head, smiling fondly at your pathetic figure as the unknown knot in your stomach felt like a burning mishmash of nothing but pure pleasure.

“You’ve made a real mess, angel.”

You come down from your cloud when you hear his voice, and that’s the moment you realized what just happened. Your eyes flutter and you can feel your cheek heating your skin as you’re turning your head to be sure that you’ve just ridiculed yourself and you came to the conclusion that yes… You just did.

You return your attention to him and you big round glossy eyes made him smile. A real smile, that time. It was probably fun for him to know that someone from Heaven just did… That.

“You need to clean it, I really hate dirty things.”

You were about to grab the bottom of you dress but he clicks his tongue, making you wince. His thumb found your bottom lips and he strokes it slowly, making you open your mouth like an automatism. Again, he shows you what you have to do only with his gaze.

And you melt. You were totally aware of your actions. Not only you wanted to make him proud, but you also wanted to see his dilated pupils with nothing but that special star in it.

You bow your head at the level of the boot you dirtied and your tongue starts to lick the material, making you taste your own juice. It was like a little voice in your head was asking you to do all these dirty things. But no, let’s be honest, the only reason why you’ve done that is because of Mammon. It was scary enough for you to realize that you wanted it. You felt like you needed to do it.

“I want her.”

Everyone was looking at you hungrily, all the dark eyes were on your back, examining every move you made with a grin. Panicked, you get up suddenly but your shaking legs couldn’t support your body, making you fall on your knees, again, in front of Mammon.

They were mocking you, and that’s the only reason why you felt ashamed. Otherwise, you would have only felt guilty to not be ashamed.

You hadn’t spent an hour in Hell that you were already under the influence of the Fallen Angel’s son. That’s why this place was too dangerous for angels. You were too naive, kind, easily impressionable, and weak to live in a world made of nothing but manipulative creatures.

Lucifer laughs hysterically and all his others creatures did the same. The sound was horrific, scary, the one who wasn’t moving was this beautiful boy that just humiliated you for his own pleasure. He stands up slowly and you can see how tall he looks above you. He holds out his hand to a servant, a boy who seemed pretty young, who rushes to slip an object in it. You can feel a cold metal circling your delicate neck, and you understand that he wrapped a leash around your throat.

They applause loudly and your owner pulls on the leash so you try to stand up for the second time but he shakes his head with a grin.

“Hm, hm. Walk on four legs. The leash isn’t here for nothing.”

You open your mouth but the back of his hand stroke your cheek, again, in the softest way ever. The unpleasant leather material contrasts with the sweetness of his gesture. And you decide to follow him without saying a word.

Under the waves of laughter of the demonic audience, you both leave the room. The younger boy was following you as little whimpers were escaping your mouth due to the pain you were feeling. Your knees were crawling on the ground as Mammon leads you to what you supposed to be his room.

Once you were in it you took your time to observe the room. Unsurprisingly, it was obscure. The walls were painted black, the furnitures were black, the sheets were black. Even the big beautiful chandelier was black, but yet so luminous that it makes everything harmonious. You can even see a black porcelain bathtub in the corner of the room, facing up a huge mirror.

You stay still on the ground but you can see the black-haired boy sitting on his mattress, in front of you. The other boy is still behind you, as if he was watching you so you can’t run away.

“So, what brings you here, angel ?” The demon whispers, his magnetic voice enveloping your spine with countless chills.

“I… I didn’t do anything wrong ! I haven’t been banned from the Heavens ! I… You sigh, looking down while tears could easily be spotted in the corner of your eyes. I was chosen for, you know… The balance of both worlds, Sir.”

You can hear his hums, crossing his legs in the most elegant way. An almost invisible smile was on his lips, again.

“You know you won’t be able to go back to your beloved place, don’t you ? Unless you make me fall for you which is… His laugh was loud enough to dissuade you, well… Impossible.”

The way his voice was suddenly cold scared you. Maybe that stupid rule was only here to allow the angels to keep hope. Even tho everyone knows it was already hopeless for them.

“What’s your name ?” His voice had become soft again and he starts to take off his leather gloves so you can see his beautiful long fingers. His nails were painted in black and he wears no less than ten rings.

“I’m… I’m Y/N, Sir.” You can see him nod, rubbing his hands slowly between them.

“You can call me Hyunjin when it’s only the two of us. Now that you’re mine you know that we have to be intimate, am I wrong ?”

You didn’t know what it really means but you nod. Of course, you’ve heard that in Hell, creatures love to do weird and, well… evil things. They were as wild as the animals. And of course, you couldn’t forget about that rumor that said that they hunt animals for their own pleasure. Or that other rumor saying that sex is an integral part of their lives. You shake your head just thinking about that and that’s when you realize that Hyunjin was standing in front of you with the creepiest smile.

“You’ll be there with me. For the eternity, angel.”

Despite the fact that the whole situation was surreal for you, the fact that Mammon, or Hyunjin, was being what is akin to kindness to you seem… Utterly wrong. Why was he even nice ? And why were his eyes abnormally and horrifically black suddenly ?

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[angelwheat]

I hope it’s ok to request primis and an innocent s/o general headcanons. I’m a bit insecure about being not like most people in their 20s. I have a very young face and I tend to be a bit too optimistic and forgiving. I have experienced many bad things so I’m not naive, but I worry I’m not mature enough sometimes

Call of Duty Zombies

★·.·´¯`·.·★ X ★·.·´¯`·.·★

2.0; Youthful S/O

Embrace who you are, darling.

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2.0 (Primis)

“Tank” Dempsey

He will love you regardless of how you are. In fact, he finds your innocence so endearing.

Your young, youthful appearance is adorable, and Dempsey makes sure he tells you that.

Being so optimistic isn’t such a bad thing, Dempsey is quite fond of you being so positive and bubbly; it also keeps him happy.

He can’t believe that someone like you has ever experienced anything bad. It just can’t be! But if you ever want to speak to him about anything, Dempsey is there for you.

Don’t worry about maturity, Dempsey is the most immature out of the group and it’s not a concern of his. He loves a playful soul; much like himself.

Edward Richtofen

You are the purest soul he has ever met, and he absolutely adores you.

He was a bit like you when he was younger. Very optimistic, and undoubtedly forgiving, but past experiences have changed him.

Edward tells you not to worry so much about yourself, and assures you that there isn’t many people like you.

Your optimistic self makes him happy. Your positivity will rub off on him, and has Edward seeing the bright side of things more often than before.

Despite how hard he is on himself, he tells you to embrace whatever features you have. Whether physically or personality-wise. You’re unique, he tells you.

Nikolai Belinski

Oh, how sweet you are. You’re a beautiful soul, and Nikolai treasures everything about you.

Your ability to be so optimistic is so adorable, says Nikolai. You’re very much like him in that sense, as he too tries to be as positive as possible.

Both you a Nikolai are quite the same regarding such a forgiving nature. That can be both good and bad unfortunately... He tries not to be this way, having learnt from past experiences, but it gets the best of him sometimes.

He believes you are mature enough, no matter how you are. You’re with someone that isn’t entirely mature himself. He says it’s boring if you can’t have a little fun every once in a while.

Nikolai says you’re so pure. You certainly don’t compare to anyone else he has met.

Takeo Masaki

He understands why you’d feel that way about your physical appearance. Without his facial hair, Takeo can look a bit baby-faced, so he can sympathise and reassure you that you are, in fact, perfect the way you are.

Takeo finds your personality very sweet. He enjoys simply listening to you sometimes.

He really doesn’t understand why you stress about not being mature enough. Takeo believes that you have a very charming way about you.

He will never treat you like you’re younger despite your appearance, but he does secretly find you so adorable.

You’ve cracked his tough shell. You are the only one that’s able to get a good smile and laugh out of him so easily.

[inglourious-imagines]

Oh Captain, My Captain (Ronald Speirs)

Requested by: @sydney-m

Summary: You and Speirs fooled around a bit but it was just a one-time thing. However, he can't fight his feelings for much longer.

Author's Note: I don't know if this is what you wanted but this idea suddenly strucked me and I had to write it haha. Hope you like it!

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"Find what you love and let it kill you." - Bukowski

"The war's over."

Those three words echoed in her head like a prayer and she still quite couldn't catch the real grasp of it. After such long years of fighting and dying it almost seemed surreal for it to end now. Just like that.

Y/N looked at her trembling hands, not really sure about what's wrong with her. She should be happy, so incredibly happy, that it's all finally over. No more fighting, no more killing, no more dying.

Y/N glanced at the officer sitting next to Lewis Nixon as she tried so much not to stare at his tired face. In that exact moment, in that early summer sun, Ronald Speirs looked like the most innocent person in the entire world that she almost forgot what weight he had to carry on his shoulders.

All of them had to.

Harry Welsh smoking a cigarette leaned closer to her, "You really should talk with him. The war's over now. He deserves to know."

Y/N forced herself to look away from the worn out soldier. "I don't know, Harry... I'm- I'm scared." she whispered turning to the paratrooper fully.

"There's nothing to be afraid of, my dear." Welsh tried to reassure her but both of them knew it's just words. Speirs was an unpredictable person and nobody ever knew what possibly can go on in his mind. 

"But even if you are, you've got to tell him. What would you do if he didn't know? Disappear? Run away?" Harry took a drag from his cigarette and Y/N knew he's telling the purest truth. She had to do it even though every single part of her said no.

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Y/N's eyes wandered to the bottle of whiskey for the hundredth time in five minutes and she had to hold her hand down so she wouldn't grab it. It was harder, way harder than it should, with all the soldiers around her getting drunk just like the other night.

"How come you don't have a drink, darling?" Speirs crashed on the chair next to her, his cheeks flushed and a bright smile on his face. She'd never - during the entire war - seen him so happy just like in that moment.

"I haven't been feeling well, that's all." Y/N tried to explain, partly to avoid the conversation about alcohol but the more she thought about what she said, the more she realised she actually didn't lie. Not at all.

"What's the matter? You probably should go to bed, Y/N. I can get you some extra blankets. And hot tea. Or coffee, whatever you like." Ron mumbled quickly as some emotion wave through his body. He tried to ignore it but it came back when he looked at the young female soldier next to him.

"I'm okay, it's nothing serious." Y/N laughed patting his shoulder gently. Ron didn't have the slightest idea how he missed her touch. This was beyond his own mind and understanding. After the slight touch they shared, he found himself falling in, craving for her hands, body and soul.

"Do you think we can talk?" the tone of her voice suddenly changed and he was met with a pair of concerned deep Y/E/C eyes.

He nodded faintly, not sure what could go wrong so quickly but he took her cold hand anyway and led her into an empty room.

Y/N walked around the room looking everywhere but at him and Speirs knew right away she's hiding something from him.

"What is it? You're kinda scaring me to be honest." he admitted as he finished his drink putting the glass away.

"No! I swear I'm okay. It's just-... I have to tell you something." 

"Are you sure you're fine? You look a bit pale, the bed might really help." Ron insisted as his posture was evidently concerned, worried and maybe even scared. He had no idea what could be so important that Y/N felt the need to be alone for talking.

The truth was, even he tried his hardest to fight it, Ronald Speirs couldn't stop his mind, soul and heart from wanting her war-stained lips, her tender touch, her quiet whisper, her joinful laugh, her beautiful scarred body. He simply craved every single part of Y/N, the desperate need to have her near him was complicating his life but he was slowly giving in. Y/N was his new hope.

"I truly feel okay, don't worry." Y/N sounded a bit frustrated with the soldier as she couldn't get to the point.

"I'm gonna get you some water at least, right? Just wait a second." Speirs stated as a matter of fact walking towards the door.

And at the moment, when his hand touched the door knob, Y/N knew that if he left the room, she'd never be able to tell him.

"I'm pregnant, Ron!" 

Everything stopped. His arm fell to his body as he immediately freezed on the spot. Speirs expected everything, every single thing in the world, but not this. He slowly turned on his heel looking directly into her scared eyes. Fatigue and worry was basically radiating off of her.

"Are you sure it's mine?" Ronald whispered because he didn't dare to speak out loud. A weird atmosphere was floating in the air as well as plenty of unanswered questions. "Alright, that's a stupid question." he added as he saw the ironic look she sent him.

The room was flooded with silence for a moment - neither of them didn't know what to say. Their emotions were going through a storm, it was difficult to look at the other one without the unconditional love they'd been hiding inside of them since the night in Heagenau.

"I better buy that family house in the States I've wanted to buy for a long time then." Ronald Speirs finally spoke up with an innocent pure smile set on his face. 

A single tear rolled down her cheek. Ron took a few steps toward her. "It has a beautiful garden with lots of flowers of so many kinds. There's even a little house for the dog you've always said you wanted. The view from there is spectacular - woods and hills and mountains."

At this very point, Y/N was crying like a little baby as she hugged the soldier so tight like she never wanted to let him go.

"We made a human." Ron whispered pressing a gentle kiss on her lips that expressed way more than words ever could.

[98prilla]

Fallen

A03

Logan falls from heaven. Instead of dying, he finds aid from a familiar face.

...

He’s falling.

 Crashing, really.

 Through the atmosphere, through plains of reality, he’s broken the sound barrier, and he wonders if he’ll ever hit the ground. At this point, he wishes he would, just so the anticipation would be over.

 His wings burn and tear and scorch at the edges from the force of the fall. Feathers fly around him, not that they’ll cushion his eventual landing. He can see them blackening at the edges, the wind ripping them to shreds, and it hurts, oh, it hurts.

 But he’s numb. Passive. Apathetic, he supposes, is the best word, because what else can he be? There’s no way to stop this, no way to change it, the only thing he can do is give in, and hope that the ground snaps his neck on impact. Otherwise, it will be a slow, painful death.

 He would pray for mercy, but there’s not much use for prayer, now.

 God won’t answer him.

…

His breath escapes him, his heart stops beating, everything freezes for a just a moment, and it takes his brain a second to catch up with his body, for the agonizing, burning, endless waves of pure excruciation to hit his pain receptors, and he chokes on the torment in his soul.

 He tries to move, to sit, to crawl, but he can’t even twitch his fingers, even that burns with the heat of a thousand stars, sends him reeling into a darkness that swallows him whole, and he doesn’t know how long it’s been, when he wakes, days or hours, but the pain hasn’t diminished.

 He’s almost grateful he can’t seem to turn his head, because he can’t bear to see the state of his wings, he knows it’s a bad sign that he can’t feel anything at all from them, meaning more than likely they go beyond broken to unsalvageable, and that more than anything breaks him down into a howling, wretched, mess.

 He painted the sky, he placed the stars, he wove the cosmos into being, and now he can’t even touch them. Will die here, on this rock hurtling through space, without ever touching his stars again.

 And for what?

 A couple questions? His curiosity? His desire to discover everything and anything and how it all worked, and why it all worked, and somehow, somehow, that was blasphemy, when it should have been considered the purest kind of love, that he wanted to know the humans better, know their world better, well.

 He can feel blood trickling from his mouth, though he doesn’t know if it’s from internal injuries or simply because at some point in the fall he bit his tongue. He’s too tired to care. He’s cold, as well, an unusual feeling, it was never cold in heaven. Even now, his sluggish mind is trying to process the new feeling, trying to determine the consequences, trying to understand, but it was slow.

 Everything feels slow.

 He barely notices the vibrations against the ground, the footsteps approaching, until the shadow is hovering over him. He barely hears the person whistle lowly. Barely manages to open his eyes for a fleeting second, as he feels himself be moved, picked up, held, and he instinctually presses against the warmth.

 “Something did a number on you, didn’t it?” The voice murmurs, rumbling in their chest, a soothing feeling, another thing to catalogue. But he’s already slipping away, as some small movement tweaks his wing joints, and he screams at the electric anguish it sends racing through his veins.

…

Warm.

 He is warm.

 His entire being pulses with a dull, endless ache. His soul feels ripped to shreds. His heart feels shattered beyond repair.

 Yet he’s alive.

 The world is a blur. Warm browns and dark woods, something soft and gentle beneath him. Something fluffy and warm wrapped around him. He can feel something wrapped around his chest, something pinning his wings back, trapped and he hisses, tries to pull at the restraints, tries to get free, tries to escape-

 “Hey, hey, hey, don’t do that.” He freezes at that voice, a blurry shape coming into view, black hair with a white streak, and he recoils, afraid, breath hissing through his teeth at the ache sharpening to a stabbing in his skull. “Sorry, sorry, it’s okay, but, uh, you really need to leave the bandages and stuff alone. One of my friends fixed you all up, I don’t know shit about healing and stuff, but he said if you ever wanna use those again, you gotta let ‘em heal.” His breath hitches at that, and his focus didn’t sharpen, but the ache in his heart did.

 “they’re broken. they shattered on impact. Based on my velocity, into a thousand tiny pieces of bone fragments that can’t ever be pieced back together. Not only that, the flesh itself tore apart from the speed and the crash, I can’t feel them. They’re nothing more than useless weights to drag along behind me. I won’t fly again. Don’t lie to me. I’ve already lost everything, don’t lie to me.” His voice is dull and emotionless, his spark is dimmed to an ember, he doesn’t have anything left in him.

 “I’m not. I swear, they’re not a lost cause. It won’t be fast, or soon, but he said that you’ll be able to fly again. He’s, uh, not really a human, so, he used some of his voodoo magic or whatever, and it seems to have stuck.” He’s too tired to try and parse out whatever that means, but a kernel of hope is soothing the ache, now, because if he can fly, that’s all he needs, he just needs his wings, and he’ll be able to make it. He just needs the stars.

…

 He’s crying.

 He doesn’t know why, but tears are slipping down his cheeks, still half dreaming.

 He hadn’t thought it would be Patton, who would turn him in. Didn’t think he’d done anything worthy of being turned in for, which was why he hadn’t been afraid. Even as he was standing in front of the council, explaining himself, he hadn’t been afraid.

 He’d thought it all a misunderstanding.

 Until the clouds parted under him, and sent him hurtling down.

 Until Patton said he was sorry, but this was for everyone’s own good.

 Until he reached desperately up, expecting someone, anyone, to grab his hand, haul him back up, to say this was wrong, or all a joke, but instead his grasp closed on air, and he fell.

 He’s fallen.

 That doesn’t hurt. Not really. It’s the betrayal that hurts. That twists like a knife in his side, that stabs him through the heart and breaks him, because how long, how long, how long, had Patton been planning this?

 He’d thought Patton was curious, like him, he always listened so attentively, always asked questions, the only one who actually cared about his speculations and interests and studies.

 And it had all been a lie.

 It would make him angry, if he had anything left in him besides tired, down trodden, defeat.

 He should have been smarter than this. He knows how pure Patton sees himself, sees the other angels, sees heaven. He knows how he looks for corruption everywhere, how he supported the flood, but he’d just been glad someone wanted to listen.

 And it cost him.

 “-been sleeping.”

 “Still, I’d like to check on him. Those wounds need redressing.” A new voice, soft and sibilant, soft voice, one he almost recognized, almost remembered, but his memories seem blurry on the subject.

 He cracks open his eyes as footsteps approach, the room slightly less blurry, now, he supposes some of the swelling on his face must have gone down, allowing his eyes to open fully.  

 A face comes into view. One half is covered with golden scales, that trail down from his eyes and extend down his wrist, encasing his hands in their soft shimmer, one eye a snake’s, the other a dark, nearly coal, black, and there’s something strange and graceful and ageless about him.

 “serpent.” He greets, voice rasping and whispery, and he sees the figure inhale sharply, take a step back.

 “logan. Oh, stars, what did they do to you?” He isn’t sure how the serpent knows his name, but he doesn’t care. His eyes are slipping shut and he doesn’t have the strength to keep them open anymore, he doesn’t care what happens to him, he just wants to sleep and never wake up. “Shhh, it’ll be ok, love. Jussst sssleeep.”

….

Remus watches as Deceit smooths back the winged man’s hair, Logan, he’d said, a strange look on his face, a strange combination of anger and fierce softness.

 “You know him.” He says, and Deceit lets out a soft sigh, running a hand through his hair.

 “I know all of them, Remus. I was there when they were made.”

 “But you know him, personally.” Deceit’s shoulders tense, but he doesn’t answer, instead shifting his attention back to Logan.

 “He’ll be out for a while. He’s exhausted as is, and my influence will keep him that way long enough to do what needs to be done. I’d rather he not be awake, it’s going to hurt considerably rebandaging and preening those wings. You might want to lay down a tarp. This will get messy.”

…

 He remembers something.

 Distant, hazy, broken pieces of thoughts.

 Painting the stars, laughing at something someone else said, someone with a golden glow and long brown locks, hazel eyes alit with the cosmos.

 Speaking beneath a tree, well, more of an idea of a tree, a conceptualization of a tree, a fuzzy, hesitant painting of one. They are mapping the sky, planning it out, tracing future constellations.

 Patton. Sky blue wings, ripping away the gold. For his own good. Too many questions, too many doubts, too many mistakes, but he wouldn’t let him, he was wrong!

 Patton froze. His expression morphed into something cold, something that made him feel something new… fear.

 He was afraid as Patton gripped his arm too hard, shoved him back, somehow freezing him in place. Bright light lit the space, Janus screamed, colors flashed, his vision went dark, and everything stopped.

…

He shoots awake.

 His wings are still pinned back, but he can feel them, now, a relief, though they ache, yet.  

 He can hear speaking. He forces himself to his feet, nearly tumbling over at the dull wash of pain, at the unbalanced weight of his wings behind him, which would usually help steady him or be tucked primly back, now hindered by splints and bandages. His head swims, so full of memories and shifting images and he needs to get there, needs to reach him, so he forces himself forwards, leaning heavily against the walls, until he reaches a doorway, trips over a rug, and goes falling to the floor.

 Impact never comes, someone swears, and catches him, and he opens his eyes to those mismatched ones, so strange, but so familiar, and he doesn’t hesitate, now, to throw his arms around him, and cry.

 “I know, darling. It hurts. But it will be alright.” Janus murmurs to him, clearly mistaking his anguish as being borne of his fall, or his wounds, and he shakes as he feels him card a hand through his hair.

 “I’m sorry.” He manages, through great, gasping heaves of air.

 “shh, there’s nothing to apologize for, love.” He’s so kind, even now, he’s so kind, even when Janus thinks he doesn’t know him, doesn’t recognize him, even when Logan is simply another fallen angel, and Janus is supposed to be the tempting serpent, he’s kind, and it’s such a Janus way to spite Patton, who turned him into this, into the face of deception and trickery, accidentally giving him the keys to all the knowledge he’d ever sought.

 “my fault. You f-fell and it’s m-my fault. Patton did this to you, b-because I said he was wrong, he did this to you, and then he m-made me f-forget.” He stutters, feeling Janus freeze, his breath caught in his throat, and a hand is tilting up his chin, to meet those endless eyes.

 “what did you say? What… this is a trick. A trap. A ploy. He wouldn’t-“ He cuts off Janus, pressing their lips together, closing the space between them, and Janus is suddenly holding him close, desperate for his warmth, and he very nearly laughs at the joy surging through him as they part.

 “Janus. You are Janus. The serpent of Eden, the guardian of knowledge, everything Patton did to hurt you only made you stronger, and I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I should have fought harder, I should have remembered, I shouldn’t have let him continue to use me, I should have known-“

 “you can’t know everything, love. His power is strong, he’s ruled as a tyrant for so long, I’m… I didn’t expect you to remember, ever.” Janus murmurs, gaze roving over every inch of his face, his hands caressing his arms, as if once he stopped, Logan would vanish. “I’ve missed you.” Janus presses another kiss to Logan's lips. “I looked at the stars every night, remembering you. I’m sorry for the pain, but I’m selfishly not sorry you fell, not when it means you’re here with me.”

 “I’m not either. I’m not sorry. I’m so proud of you, Janus. I…” his voice breaks, and he buries his head against Janus's chest. “I love you.”

 “I love you, too, darling dearest.”

 “I'm sorry. He took the sky from you. I’m sorry.” He cries softly, feeling Janus rock him.

 “it doesn’t matter. You’ll still have them. And I have you. That’s what matters, Logan. You are my stars. You are my universe, and Patton failed, because we are together, and that is all I’ve ever dreamed.”

 They stay like that, holding each other, whispering memories and I love yous and kissing for a long time, drowning in each other until the sun set and the stars rose.

[exedworld]

EXED WORLD ALMANAC

11th ANNUAL RECAP ISSUE MAXIMUM DELUXITY EDITION!

JUNE - ISH 20 YRS FROM BABL

NOTE: it is highly recommended that while reading through this you scroll along with the original material (x) because things like tomsen’s illustrations and the actual Energy of her writing is lost in this simpler format.

Once again once again, another year of rushing through the asphalt veins of this great nation, little blood clots waiting to get stuck, but hold the embolism, don’t break out flow, we’re not braindead yet.

A strange year in a strange century of strange years. What’s going on in you, exed world? Do you feel ok? Do you feel something building? Is it cry or laugh? Vomit or orgasm? Can we help you get it out?

Barbara’s getting tired. She complains louder every mile/day but hard to blame her. This year we completed 1 full perambulation of the Benighted States of America. Several zigzags through the interior but we never find much in that heart of darkness. America is scooped out hollow and nightmares Lurk in the VOID: You know about it don’t you? If you ever leave your circle of firelight you know about it. Reality’s only as hard as we make it and we’ve made it melty sherbet. We learned that when DAWN OF THE DEAD crawled out of our screens and heads.

But we’re not here to recap The Suggestible Universe. You all know the new rules. We’ll just say this to you fantastic voyagers who dare to tread the Midwaste.

DO NOT TREAD LIGHTLY. Stomp and kick and shout. Make every step hit hard, make every breath a declaration that you’re here, that you’re real.

Stay close to your friends if you have them. Find a mind to confirm that you’re standing on the earth, or you might just fall through it.

Learn from our mistakes. You don’t wanna see the things so soon.

BUT HERE WE ARE. FILLED TO THE BURSTING WITH ANOTHER YEAR THE HOURS SPRAYING OUT OF US THROUGH THE HOLES IN OUR SOULS.

Where to begin? Where did we begin?

It’s all starting to look the same. Forests eat cities. Deserts eat forests. Detroit is sinking, almost gone, just a few decades to become ancient beyond ancient. What was ancient to the pharaohs? What great deeds were done in history’s history?

What primeval heroes did Gilgamesh admire? Did he remember his cave crawling ancestors? Did they remember the trees? The muh? the sea?

WE ARE THE NEWEST THINGS ON EARTH. WE ARE THE BLEEDING EDGE. WHAT A PRIVILEGE AND A DUTY! AND ALL OF THEM WATCHING US. LET’S NOT DISAPPOINT OUR PARENTS.

So! You know the state of the union. If you’ve been paying attention, if you haven’t skipped any issues, you know what’s going on. We told you what we found in the cities: X after X after X after X after X xxxxxx

No time for lists of nothing in the annual recap. What GOOD have we gathered in all these miles? What have we found besides DUST and DEATH?

Whispers...

Rumors...

More and more every day. Since we left the west coast.

Something HAPPENED. Something’s HAPPENING. Something’s GOING TO HAPPEN

BUT WHAT????????????

WHY???

Wild reports of recoveries. Rememberings. THEY LIVE. Can it be TRUE? It’s can’t! Can it? HOW??

Consider the data: Hive dissipations. Wandering Dead. Irregular behaviors: reduced aggression increased confusion, mass migrations to parts unknown.

We are dubious.

Rumors say it spread from Cascadia but it was status quo when we left the coast early summer. How much can change in two months?

AND YET: OTHER ODDITIES OF NOTE: Ossie swarms gathering in the Midwaste.

We saw them by the thousands, like squirming nest of ants. PUREST HORROR.

BUT WHY? No Living prey. Dying in the desert. Why? Are they broken? Who broke them? Or did we imagine the whole thing?

IT WAS ALL A DREAM

Vacillations increasing in quantity and intensity, while cities blinking ON and OFF. All fine and good, we welcome the flux — but we question the synchronicity because flux is EVERYWHERE. RUMBLES AND GRUMBLES FROM ALL DIRECTIONS.

DID YOU KNOW? Axiom is stirring.

Oh yes Cascadians very sorry but the Axiom Group is alive and well despite the precious dreams of your shadowed corner of the world. We didn’t have the heart to tell you while we were visiting but now that we’re far away and you can’t at us... WAKE UP! They’re back.

Did you really think they left? Remission is not cure. Guessing you’ll learn soon enough Cascadia. Rumors of westward expansion. Dusty offices reopening. Ribbon cuttings. Fundraiser galas. Decapitations. We saw it ourselves, Exed World! Convoys en route.

WISH WE COULD RADION A WARNING but you know how that is. We’re working on it. BUT FOR NOW... TOO LATE. Cascadia (if it ever does, if any one’s even reading these) whatever’s going to happen WILL HAVE HAPPENED X X X

So sorry, Cascadia. Hope it worked out.

But for the rest of the “world”, TAKE NOTE. Nature hates a vacuum, Power Vacuum most of all. Only a matter of before something fills it so the question is WHAT? Watch the madness on your screens. Chew the Lotus. There’s your old world. Your good old days.

Is that the filling we want in our donut? IT’S STALE. It’s SOUR. It’s FULL OF WORMS. DON’T LET US REGRESS TO THE MEAN. DON’T LET US REGRESS TO THE CRUEL.

FORESTS EAT CITIES. DESERTS EAT FORESTS. THE MOUTH BEHIND EVERYTHING EATS THE EARTH. THE UNIVERSE. ALL OUR FEARS AND DREAMS... Sorry. sorry. Getting negative again.

The bright side. The bright side. Must remember there is one.

Because LOOK: Axiom is closest living link to Old Gov. It’s the chicken to Old Gov’s dinosaur and with a little digging, a little bribing, a little marijuana and alcohol, one can REVERSE ENGINEER THEIR DNA AND SNIFF THE DINO’S BREATH.

No, we haven’t found the tower. No big teary confessions in our interviews. But clues emerge. Bread crumbs drop. For the first time in forever, we have a trail to follow.

So we keep heading east. The bomb is ready. All we need is a place to drop it. Perhaps New York? Back into Axiom’s loveless embrace? Wherever the trail l e a d s . . .

Maybe this will be the last issue! A good one to go out on. LOOK HOW PRETTY 😍 Maybe we’ll topple the tower and open the airwaves and put ourselves out of a job. WE CAN DREAM. And if it happens you’ll know it. You’ll feel it. And if you don’t feel it you’ll HEAR it when the static stops and we scream into your radios.

“HI!” we’ll scream. “HELLO EXED WORLD! LET’S BE FRIENDS.”

So I say this very very literally: STAY TUNED. Keep your eyes and ears on those rivers of madness for as long as you can stand it because REAL NEWS is about to break. We feel it. The ground is hot under our feet. The rain feels like tears, the sun feels like love, the air hums like harp strings.

THIS IS HOW IT FEELS WHEN SOMETHING BIG IS COMING.

THE GRAVITY WELL OF IMPORTANCE. THE ATOMIC MASS OF MEANING. BIG CHANGE DISTORTS TIME AND WE REMEMBER BEFORE IT HAPPENS.

So hold on a little longer. Stay alive and keep living. EAT A RIPE PEAR. PET A CUTE CAT. MAKE LOVE TO A BEAUTIFUL HUMAN. We want so badly to sleep forever, to drown in our tears and sink to the bottom but NO. NO!!

We’re holding in our spilling guts and lapping up our bleeding blood and squeezing the mess of use together because WE WANT TO STAY. WE WANT TO BE HERE WHEN IT HAPPENS. WE WANT TO SEE WHAT’S NEXT.

WE LOVE YOU EXED WORLD!!!!! — DBC

[laurelleghuleh]

OCAF | Ch. 9 “Wounds”

Warnings: read the masterlist first and check Alec’s chart

Songs: “The One That Got Away (Acoustic Version)” by Katy Perry, “Hurt” by Christina Aguilera, “Carousel” by Melanie Martinez.

DAPHNE’S POV

˜ FLASHBACK ˜

The first time Alec arrived at the brothel he was just 15. His father wanted to introduce him to his job, to secure his position and future. Very thoughtful of his, if it wasn’t for the fact that he had just brought a little lamb in the lion’s cage.

Alec was already tall for his age, but he kept growing in height until he was almost 6’0. And yet his body stayed pretty slender and delicate. It quite matched his sweet features and manners. Alec was the purest soul I’ve ever met in my entire, albeit short, life.

At first, he just had to take care of the few horses and carriages the Master possessed. Animals didn’t quite like the Underground’s environment, so Alec and his father were the only ones allowed to go on the surface to go for a ride or escort the Master somewhere.

He wasn’t authorized to talk to us or even enter the brothel: us girls were off-limits. But, eventually, we found our ways to meet him. There weren’t many nice and young people around the building. And as good-looking as him.

Nina and I weren’t on the same page about Alec. She used to bully him all the time, calling him whiner or pussy. On the contrary, I’ve always known he was one of a kind. And to be honest, he was so nice that even the Master started to like him and became more indulgent with him. That’s when he softened and I formally met Alec for the first time.

I remember that one of my first training with my Master’s goons didn’t end well for me. I had bruises and wounds all over my body and face, and I couldn’t even stand up properly. I don’t know what I was expecting, they had never been the kindest.

However, long story short, that day I was a literal mess and as I was trying to pull myself together, I crawled to the nearest place, looking for some water and rest: the stable.

As soon as Alec saw me, he ran towards me and started stuttering anxious and incoherent phrases. He took care of me and since that day, after each training he would have waited for me to spend some time together, talking, playing with the horses, walking around the building, or just enjoying our company, in silence.

We tried our best to not get caught as we treasured those moments together just for ourselves.

“So?? Did that scrawny ass boy have the courage to kiss you this time?” said Nina, when I entered the kitchen. “What the fuck are you talking about, Nina??” I promptly replied. “Daphne! Pretty please, stop swearing…” complained Abigail “Well, did he proposed???” then added full of curiosity. “WHAAAAT?? EXCUSE ME???” I shouted.

“Oh, c’mon Daphne. it’s so obvious that even Sae-jin got it!” screamed Ruth walking in the room. “Don’t pull me in. I don’t give a damn about what she does with that poor boy…” calmly stated Sae-jin, leaving the room and dragging away with her Eve, who as usual was not understanding much.

Sae-jin was always so avoidant. But how could I blame her? The girls could get pretty annoying sometimes. Well, always.

“Ok, now I’m losing my patience…” I sighed “You’re totally misunderstanding the situation. Alec and I are just good friends” I declared. “I couldn’t care less how you call each other. Friends, brothers, potatoes…” started again Nina, now reaching for Ruth, who instantly intercepted her gesture and sprinted to sit on her lap.

Nina was always too casual when it came to those things. Whenever we were alone - which happened very frequently given that we were almost inseparable - she used to tell me: “They told us what to do with our bodies, but this…” she pointed at my head “… and this…” and then at my heart “are only ours, or of those to whom we choose to dedicate them”.

I knew she was talking from experience. Among us, she was the best at faking the whole thing, the clients loved her, but she was nobody’s property but Ruth’s. And vice versa. “Remember doll, loving and fucking are two different things… Well, if you find someone who can give you both, then… Lucky you” and then laughed out loud.

I never fully grasped what she meant. At that time, I knew so little about relationships, love, desires, but I wanted to know more, to learn more about myself, my true self, the one I couldn’t talk to anyone about.

Eventually, I figured it out in the oddest way: the thing I despised more than anything else, sex, taught me the most about the others, myself, and my relationship with others. So little could be hidden to two naked bodies, two stripped minds. But that’s a lesson I learned only once out of th brothel, years later.

But still, at that time, love was only a mysterious word in Martha’s stupid fairytales, in Chadia’s past affairs she used to tell us about, and in Nina’s mischievous hints.

“Girls… Geez, we didn’t kiss! And never we will!” I stated, getting nervous. “Ok, one more week. I bet tonight tips” whispered Ruth in Nina’s ear. “Deal” said Nina. Abigail chuckled watching my frustrated reaction. Those were our little innocent moments. Just the calm before the storm.

Eventually, that day arrived. I knew Alec had a crush on me, but I always avoided thinking about it too much, until that day. I was hanging the laundry on the rooftop of the building when Alec came to me mumbling some nonsense. “Alec, are you high or something?” I teased him. He frowned making a hilarious puppy face. He always looked so innocent even when he was angry.

“N-no. No, please Daphne, let me finish” he said. “Boy, you didn’t even start” I laughed. He couldn’t stand my attitude anymore, so he rushed towards me, making his way through the bright blankets swaying in the air. And there, hidden by their motion, he stole me a kiss.

He immediately took a step back. One kiss gave him enough courage to say: “I like you, Daphne. I like you a lot. I liked you since the first day I saw you through the window. And I think I’ll like you forever…” he said all in one breath.

I blinked, unable to say a single word. I knew I liked him too, but I could already tell the difference between our feelings. And I believe he knew that too. Since I couldn’t stand lying to him, I didn’t say anything and I just hugged him tightly.

I knew that wasn’t love, but Alec always made me feel safe and understood, so I swallowed my indecision and gave it a try. I was so young and naive.

I used to sneak out at night, climbing down my window, to meet him at the stable. I was always the one who initiated every make-out session and Alec seemed to appreciate it, but he was already content with my presence, he simply enjoyed my company. Instead, I craved to be touched by him, by someone who cared about me, for once. I craved it like I was starving and avidly trying to figure out something, someone. Probably myself.

We successfully kept it on the down-low for more than a year. When I turned 20, he surprised me with a gift: a knife, with a capital D he personally engraved on the hilt. I couldn’t stop thanking him, when, at some point, he came up with “I know you can handle yourself, but I want you to be safe. Whatever happens”.

“Alec, you’re such a party pooper. Don’t be so dramatic, I’ll be fiiiine. But still thank you so-“. “No, Daphne, you don’t get it” he interrupted me “Trust me. Things are taking a turn for the worst. The Master is getting himself into… into some deep shit”. “Alec Reed. Did you just say the s-word??” I sarcastically added. But his face was so serious I almost got scared.

“Things are about to go down, Daphne. Please, carry this thing with you… Oh, I almost forgot about it. Here, I also made this” he said handing me a short leather belt with a little pocket designed for the knife. “You can put it around your…” he coughed “…thigh”.

His little speech literally gave me chills and I desperately wanted to change the subject, so I seized the moment. “Oh, well… since you thought about this belt on my thigh…” I seductively said, raising my skirt up, exposing my leg “…Why don’t you show me how you imagined it” I suggested.

He almost choked at my words, causing me to laugh out loud. I hugged him once again, thinking that the heavens had sent him to me. I kissed him on the cheek, thanking him again, and then I rushed back inside since our little time was quickly coming to an end. But his words stuck inside my head for days, weeks, months, until his prophecy took place.

My last year at the brothel was nothing but a sequence of tragedies. One day Eve found Chadia’s lifeless body and after a couple of months, Sae-jin and her lover, Colton, were brutally murdered by the Master, who found out about their complot against him. Tabitha was given as wife (well, sold) to an unknown client and at some point, Abigail started to act quite strangely around me, almost avoiding me.

That chain of catastrophes ended with my worst nightmare: Alec’s execution.

One night, after climbing back to my window, I found two guards waiting for me in my room. One of them quickly grabbed a fist of my hair, shoved me down to the stairs and then dragged me to the back of the brothel. And there I saw them.

Alec was on his knees and around him stood other guards in a semi-circle. I tried to call Alec but he didn’t seem to even notice me. His eyes were fixed on the ground, his hands behind his back and his body shaking. “Alec, what’s going on…” I murmured again.

“Oh babygirl, you know what is going on…” my Master’s voice echoed behind me. His filthy hands caressed my skin, from my collarbone to my chin, as he spoke again “Boy, look up, look up at me when I'm talking”. Alec immediately obeyed. His face was swollen and his eyes glassy and red. “Alec…” I whispered in disbelief, shaking my head.

“See? You see this?” The Master said brushing his index along my cheek and then fiercely grabbing my jaw “This is my property… Everything here is my property… I trusted you boy. But I think you’ve bitten off more than you can chew”. “No… No... Please no” I whispered as tears streamed down my face. He was right: I knew what was going on.

The Master nodded and all his little dogs moved quickly, obeying him. A second just before that, Alec’s lips moved to tell me something that I wasn’t quick enough to catch. Soon the Master’s goons were over him, ruthlessly punching and kicking him.

I started to scream and as soon as I tried to move forwards the Master fiercely grabbed me, blocking my arms behind my back and holding my jaw in Alec’s direction so tightly he was bruising my skin. I fidgeted in his grip and while I was sobbing uncontrollably, he whispered in my ear “Oh no no no, babygirl. I want you to watch this veeeery carefully… I want you to learn a little lesson today… Nobody touches what’s mine”.

I couldn’t stay still in the Master’s hands. I couldn’t stand that view anymore but he was so massive and definitely stronger than me at that time. On the corner of my eye, on the left, I saw a couple of other guards holding a man: Alec’s father. His face was stoic, his body firm. He didn’t even notice me: he was "watching carefully, trying to learn a little lesson that day".

When they were done with Alec, the Master let go of me and my body fell heavily on the ground, exhausted. Alec was left on the ground, lifeless and alone. His dad immediately walked away as I crawled to Alec's body, calling his name softly “Alec… Alec… “. My hands stood in front of his black and blue face. I didn’t dare to even touch him like I was in front of something unreal.

Words seemed to get trapped in my throat and my mind completely blanked out. I don’t know how much time passed, but at a certain point, a sweet voice whispered in my ear “Let’s go, doll…”. I immediately sensed Nina’s strong hands lifting me and carrying me up to my room. I desperately clung to her body as we made our way back into the building.

That night I did learn a lesson: The Master would have paid for all of that. But revenge is a dish best served cold and the night I escaped from the brothel I left my sister Abigail Alec’s knife: just one knife wouldn’t have been enough for my plan.

˜

Trying to not think about Levi’s lips on me was impossible. Even if I promised to myself to cut him out of my mind, that night I allowed myself to repeat that scene, that feeling several times again in my head until I went numb and fell asleep. I felt helpless against those thoughts and I let them get the better of me. Just for tonight…I thought.

Another day came and I told myself that that fantasy wouldn’t have left my room, it would have died there within its walls. As soon as I see him again, let’s make things clear before anything else happens. Confident, I went straight down to the cafeteria, but Levi was nowhere to be found.

On the right corner of my eye, I sensed Mikasa, shily waving at me, and Sasha energetically gesturing me to join them for breakfast. “Where is Eren?” I said at some point. Well, where is Levi? I actually thought. “I was thinking the same thing…” mumbled Mikasa. “Maybe he’s just with the captain and his squad, or with Hange” suggested Armin, trying to comfort her.

I decided to use that spare time to practice my future speech in my mind. "Levi, let’s stop making out in the kitchen. Ok, thank you for your kind attention, bye". No, this is absolutely ridiculous. I sound like I want to make out somewhere else. Oh, breakfast is over. And as I got up from the table I kept thinking of some other smarter alternatives.

"Levi, don’t you ever kiss me again". Are you sure you want to say that, Daphne? asked that annoying voice in my head. Sure. Absolutely. "Levi, don’t come closer to me ever again ". Okay, maybe that’s a bit much. "Levi, stop...". And as my feet unconsciously followed the others into the hallway and my mind wandered looking for other excuses, I sensed a presence behind me and a hand grabbing my left arm.

Then, suddenly, a warm breath tickled my ear, saying: "When you’re done with the lesson, meet me at the stable. I’ll wait for you". Levi. I instantly froze, unable to take another step forward, and my lips slightly parted, as if I had just seen a ghost.

As soon as I felt that presence moving away from me, a cold shiver ran down my back. He never failed to make me feel so fucking helpless. I turned around and saw the Captain join the rest of the squad, going in the opposite direction. Among the soldiers, I saw Eren, who waved at me and thankfully woke me from that momentary paralysis.

"When you’re done with the lesson, meet me at the stable. I’ll wait for you. When you’re done with the lesson, meet me at the stable. I’ll wait for you. Meet me at the stable. I’ll wait for you. I’ll wait for you". Stop, stop, stop. STOP. This must end now.

When we arrived in the classroom, we were greeted by a couple of team leaders standing in front of a huge green board. A few steps from them Commander Erwin Smith was waiting for us all to take the seat. As soon as he got our full attention, he started talking "Cadets, welcome. Before class starts, I wanted to carve out a moment to talk to you".

I looked around quickly. Everyone seemed completely fascinated by Erwin’s words. The only thing I could think of, looking at him, was a huge fucking obstacle, the wall standing between me and my true freedom. "The next expedition will start in less than 48 hours. I hope no one wants to pull back at this point" he lightly laughed, looking at the other team leaders.

"I hope not... especially since I hope that each of you will understand your invaluable value. Each of you is a key piece in this plan. Each of you is a key piece in the victory of mankind over titans. Your life and death will have meaning far beyond human understanding. Sacrifice your hearts for mankind".

I only needed those 10 minutes in his presence to truly understand Commander Smith. It wasn’t just his always right choice of words, his statuesque physique, or the charm of his reputation. No. It was his aura. It reminded me of the same feeling Levi gave me. They were men of power, because they emanated that power, in their gestures, in their gaze, even in the tone of their voice.

At that point, if Commander Smith had ordered me to make him soup, I would have made it on the spot. "Well, my time is up. See you at the departure, soldiers," he said, looking at us with severity and pride, and then, after our salute, he left.

Shortly after, the squad leader Ness took the floor. He was in charge of making a general explanation for the expedition. He clarified the main goals, the equipment and the distinction of the different colors of the signal flares, and other basic rules. In the afternoon, the various units would have more information from their captains on their position and strategy.

I did my best to concentrate but Levi’s words still echoed in my head. "I’ll wait for you". Commander Erwin had not hesitated to mention our possible - and statistical - death during the mission. If I don’t want to die, I’d better listen more carefully.

Wrong move. Erwin’s speech had a whole other heaviness than Levi’s vague hint. It was life or death, and at that point, I no longer knew which one of those damn two was driving me nuts.

After the lesson, I immediately went to the stable. Look at you, what are you? His puppy? So obedient... Look at you wagging your tail... teased me a voice in my head. I wanted to confront Levi about the other night, now more than ever.

Once at the threshold of the stable I couldn't see anyone and so, I entered the shed starting the monologue that I had prepared before.

"Look, Levi, I don’t have much time to waste... Levi. Where the hell are you... Levi? Are you here?" I have a bad feeling about this. While I was still calling his name, at a certain point someone called mine: "Daphne?". That was definitely not Levi.

Eren jumped out of a corner and I instantly froze. Then he added, "Here you are! We were waiting for you," and so I turned around. Behind my back, the whole - I repeat, the whole - Levi Squad was preparing their horses. Fuck, fuck, fuck, shit, shit, shit, shit.

Among them, Levi was staring at me with his hands on the hips and the smug look of someone who seemed to have just won a bet or something. As if that wasn’t enough, in addition to that temporary shame, seeing Levi after that kiss was just torture. I could still feel his hands and the icy peppermint aftertaste of his breath all over me.

Once I found a crumb of courage, I managed to simulate a shy salute.

"So how did it go with Commander Smith? Did he scare you enough?" Petra asked me, laughing. "Yep" I replied. "C’mon, get a move on," Levi said harshly. I looked at him, quite confused. “I need to talk to you all about the expedition," he added.

"Oh, wait, Captain! Before we go..." Petra started talking again "Here, Daphne, from now on this is yours!". She handed me a green cape with the wings of freedom on the back. Once I wore it, Petra said: "Wow, green is definitely your color, Daphne!"

I looked around and immediately saw Gunther saying, almost blushing, "Indeed. It looks really good on you, Daphne". Then again, I felt that familiar feeling of being watched intensely. I slightly turned my head to intercept Levi’s reaction, who was checking me from head to toe. I don’t know what I’d give to know what’s on his mind sometimes...

"Yeah, sure" Oruo muttered, rolling his eyes and jumping on the saddle. Eld gave me a nod and followed his comrade. The others joined them and then I heard a trot getting closer behind me. Levi was walking towards me with two horses beside him.

Handing me the reins of my horse, he silently approached me, with his usual composed expression. So, I started to say, "Look, Levi, first...", but he immediately interrupted me: "What is it? Were you expecting a romantic rendezvous with me in the stable?"

"No" I quickly answered in a frustrated tone "First of all, I’m sorry for calling you by your name… I didn’t know-“. “I couldn’t care less” he interrupted me and then walked away. “HEY! I’M NOT DONE TALKING!” I shouted back at him. He immediately turned around, looking at me wide-eyed, quite surprised by my tone.

“Secondly…” I coughed “I wanted to talk to you about what happened last night in the kitc-". But Levi didn’t, again, let me finish the sentence, and getting practically under my nose he said: "I think you were pretty clear about it. We shouldn’t have kissed, right?".

I didn’t know what to say and Levi knew perfectly well how uncomfortable he was making me. He tilted his head and raised his eyebrows as if he wanted a quick answer from me. (Poorly) faking a bold attitude, I gave him a wide smile as if to confirm his insinuation and so I began to exit the stable.

But just when I was a few inches away from him, Levi started talking again: "I’m sorry Daphne, I really can’t do this". I couldn’t tell by his tone if he was sad, serious, or almost angry when he said those words. "Me neither, Captain," I told him, showing off the most impassive face I could do, and so I went out, without looking back.

When we reached the others, we set off, riding for a good half an hour. Once we reached an isolated place, we got off the horse and Eld began to explain to us the strategy for the expedition. Our position would have been in the rear. Our only goal was to protect Eren.

"I have reason to believe that Commander Smith is hiding something from us... like a second target of the mission," Eld suggested. "Are you doubting the Commander?" Oruo tried to insinuate. "I’m just saying, there’s a good chance this mission is just a test. A simulation to see if it is possible to reach the district of Shiganshina" Eld declared, instantly interrupting him.

While the rest of the squad seemed to discuss it without much concern, Eren and I were visibly confused. So, I turned around to look for Levi. I needed some reassurance. Meanwhile, he had been on the sidelines, caressing his horse’s mane, enjoying the light breeze of that day. He caught me staring, turned his face and with his lips mimed a "What are you looking at?". This man...

Soon after, Eld specified to Eren and me that those instructions were absolutely confidential and no one outside of our squad should know Eren’s position. We both responded with a firm nod.

Back at the base, Levi coldly dismissed us saying: "Well, that’s all for today. If you want to continue your training, the courtyard is at your disposal. Tomorrow, enjoy your day off. We will meet the day after tomorrow, at dawn, before departure. You can go now"

I looked at Levi one last time. So that’s it? That’s really it? I thought.

That night and the whole next day I did my best to escape Levi. At meals, I tried to avoid his table, and I dedicated the day before the expedition trying to make be more friendly with the other soldiers. "Be more sociable," you said to me that night, right? So, I’ll do my best, Captain.

After dinner, I was invited by Eren to spend some time together with the other before the departure. The concern for the next expedition was getting heavier and the mere thought of having to socialize more hourse did nothing but make the situation worse. So, I went to the kitchen to get a cup of chamomile tea. I needed to calm down.

LEVI’S POV

I started to believe that castle was haunted for real. That damn kitchen reminded me of those few but indelible memories with Daphne... and yet after a restless wandering in the halls I found myself there again, on the doorstep looking at her as she stared out of the window.

I watched her take the pot from the stove and pour it somewhere, maybe into the cup she supposedly had prepared before. I started to make my way into the room, trying to come up with something reasonable to say to her.

As soon as I got close to her, Daphne turned around. "Captain" she saluted me coldly and then left without adding anything else, holding in her hands the fuming cup. Say something, you idiot, I ordered myself. But nothing came out.

As soon as I realized I was alone in the room a growl of frustration slipped out of my mouth. Damn it. But maybe it was a sign for both of us to forget about what happened between us. Nothing. It meant nothing.

Then, looking up from the ground, I noticed something strange on the cabinet: another fuming cup, placed on a tiny tissue, on which my name had been written.

[sp00kymulderr]

My Soul in the Stars (Poe Dameron x Reader)

Warnings: Post-TROS so I guess spoilers.

Word Count: 1,656

A/N: I have written a thing! It’s been a long while and I’m rusty AF and it’s possibly awful, but here’s a cute fluffy lil snippet of not-quite-unrequited love and feelings-y stuff. Enjoy, let me know if you’d read more cause uhhh I kinda wanna write a lot of Poe these days.

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When victory is declared, Ajan Kloss is a true centre of joy. There’s a deep sadness that won’t be shaken for a while, for the ones lost along the way, but everyone here and gone helped to defeat a regime of hate and destruction and that is something that deserves a genuine celebration.

The revelry goes on for hours and hours, until late into the night. Friends and lovers who thought they’d never see each other again reunite and it’s the purest form of beauty. Wherever you look there are smiles and tears and people full of realised hope. And somehow everywhere you look, there he is. You don’t mean to stare, but Poe Dameron has always had a way of capturing your attention and now to see him so proud and happy - you can’t help but watch him from where you sit .

He notices you and smiles from across the way, and you fluster feeling the spreading blush hot on your cheeks. You can’t help but think how stupid this is, the effect he has on you – he is incredible but you’ve been something like friends since the days when he was simply the best pilot in the galaxy. You’ve wanted to be more than that for the same amount of time, but you’re no fool to think that would ever be an option with someone whose whole being has been dedicated to this cause. He’s always been good to you, a friend and confidant you knew you could trust, but he’d never sought out anything more so neither had you.

Poe is kept busy most of the night; you see him and Finn every now and then surrounded by friends and deep in conversation. You’re surprised then, late into the night when people are finally retiring to their quarters, when you feel someone sit down next to you at the fireside and turn to see him.

“General” you greet him, with a grin. He nods his head and bumps shoulders with you. Suddenly you feel warm despite the breeze.

“Want some?” He asks with a kind smile, holding up a bottle of something potent, some kind of brandy. Good thing he’s always been able to hold his liquor. You shake your head, watching as he takes a swig from the bottle. Pondering him for a moment you try to subtly take in his handsome profile, his breathtaking features – wanting to etch them in to your memory. He stares back at you after a minute.

“It’s been a while” he points out, somewhat apologetically. He’s not wrong, you’ve barely seen him since Crait. “How are you feeling?” Poe asks now, talking about the visible scrapes on you from the battle. You’d been on the ground team, doing what you could to help the fighters in the sky. To help him.

“I missed you” you say simply, and then “We won”. You haven’t fully processed it yet. But then who has?

He’s smiling, nodding with a laugh, but you can tell there’s more on his mind than just the victory. He wants someone to talk to, and as long as you’ve known each other you’ve been that someone.

So for what feels like hours that’s exactly what you do—you talk about the battle and about your lives. About fear and trust, life and death. He admits things to you that he hasn’t told any of the others. Everything that comes to mind. It feels so good to be talking so freely to someone who makes you want to open up and you can tell that he feels the same. It feels so right, does he feel that too?

After a while, you come to a natural silence – it’s comfortable and calm as you both stare out to the distance. Listening to the cheers and chatter of those still awake. You’ve edged closer together, and all you want to do in this moment is kiss him and tell him how much you needed him with you like this. Instead you stay quiet, accepting the drink when he offers it to you again.

“What do we do now?”

You finally break the contented silence, a melancholy whisper to the stars. Poe isn’t sure if you’re asking him or them, if you’re even aware he’s there in that moment, so instead of answering you he simply takes your hand in his. Your skin is so soft against his, his touch more gentle than you could have ever imagined.

You sigh and he doesn’t miss the small smile tugging at your lips at the unexpected but welcome contact. You both say silent, hands touching for a while longer before you speak again. You pray that he doesn’t pick up on your suddenly quickened heartbeat.

“Do you ever think about going home, Poe?”

Poe doesn’t answer, but you can feel the mood shifting. He doesn’t talk about home, not often. You know about his parents, but not much else. He shifts slightly, turning his head to the side and hiding his expression.

“Sorry, you don’t-” you start, feeling like you shouldn’t have asked but he shakes his head and starts to speak.

“I think about it, sure, all the time. But everything’s changed” he shrugs “Going back now would be different. Bittersweet but...” his low, tired voice fades and you don’t push him to finish his thoughts. Of course you understand, everyone whose been through this would. The fight took so much from everyone and so many people here have little to return to.

You’re ready to make a new life, start from scratch with the building blocks of what’s been left behind. A braver version of you, the one who didn’t fear the certain rejection, would ask him to come with you. But in your heart you can already tell that Poe isn’t done here yet, he may never be.

He takes another swig of the drink and lets out a long breath.

“The war might be won, but the fight isn’t over yet. There are people out there – people that need our help. There are cities to be rebuilt, lost to be found, prisoners to free. The Resistance isn’t going to end tomorrow, and I’m not finished yet” His face in the moonlight is full of purpose, fiery determination in his tired eyes. “I can’t rest until I know things have been put right. For Leia, for everyone” he’s quiet, a passing whisper of his intent.

You turn to him. This passion, this unshakeable instinct to put others first is part of the reason you care so much about him, but it could also be his downfall. You can see him burning out, letting the storm in his restless soul rage for too long. You’re scared for him and you want to be there to help him through it, soothe him and calm him. How do you tell him that?

“You have to exist beyond this. I know you’ll never just stop fighting but-” you start but you’re barely sure where your words are taking you “It’s so selfish of me...Poe-”

“Yes?” He whispers, so close to you now, speaking your name in to the dark.

“I’m- kriff, I have to say it, I’m in love with you. And I don’t want to miss you again. I’m not telling you to retire from the Resistance and spend your days at home, but I wish you’d take some time to just be. With me” you let it out, finally freeing your heart. It takes you by surprise.

He turns to you, wide eyed in some sort of shock for a minute and he doesn’t say a thing.

You’ve ruined it now.

“Ok” it’s barely even spoken but you ear and and then his finger are on your chin tilting your head towards his. His murmurs your name and you close your eyes, because it feels right, and within seconds you feels his lips meet yours and you’re kissing.

Poe Dameron is kissing you.

You wonder for a moment if you’re in the afterlife because this can’t be real. But it is, it is because somewhere behind you there’s a cheer. There’s the beep of droids, and the soft breeze through the trees. There’s his fingers intertwined with yours and the scent of brandy and smoke around you. His lips, soft and careful, caressing against yours until he pulls away.

“Stars” you exhale, opening your eyes and seeing him beautiful and really smiling back at you with the same dazed, overwhelmed expression.

He ducks his head down bashfully and takes your other hand in his, then says those words that you’d only ever dreamt of.

“I love you, too”

“You do?” you stutter, your heart skipping a beat. He lets out a small laugh and you blush again feeling his fingers now brushing through your hair and coming to rest against your neck.

“Of course I do.” He looks almost offended by the question “I feel like I can breathe when you’re around, I feel the stars and everything in between. You’re my light...my hope. I’m sorry I’ve been gone, it’s my fault that it’s taken us time to get there, but I think we’re meant to be. I’ve known it since the beginning” There’s that same passion in him now, his face telling you he’s fully realising these emotions as he speaks them. You. It’s always been you.

“Me too” you admit, to his unabashed delight “Oh, Poe”

“I never thought this day could bring any more happiness, but here you are”

You laugh with joy and it sounds like a melody to him, beautiful and bright. And then he’s kissing you again, letting that song fill his being and give him strength.

It’s true that he won’t rest until there’s true harmony in the galaxy, but for tonight he can live with knowing there’s finally peace in his heart because he has you by his side.

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[lokisasylum]

Map of the Soul: 7 Album - First listen review

[I won’t bother reviewing the ones from PERSONA that were added, since I already did a post for Persona when it came out. Only the new songs]

#1. Interlude: SHADOW

WOW.... just when you thought the first version hit hard/differently. The extended version comes in to choke-slam you against the wall.

#2.  Black Swan

Our new Royal to take a spot in the throne of power along with Blood Sweat & Tears, Spring Day, Fake Love, and Outro: TEAR.

Do we even need to add more additional to what we’ve been saying since its release? As an artist, the lyrics still pull at my heart strings the same way they did the first time I heard it. Especially the verse that says:

‘If this can no longer resonate No longer make my heart vibrate Then like this may be how I die my first death But what if that moment’s right now Right now .’

This verse can be applied to ANY time we loose faith in ourselves or have to give up on a dream/passion and how that separation slowly kills us inside.

#3. Filter (Jimin’s solo)

....Not gonna lie, this song gives me TRUST ISSUES just because its Jimin LOL!

‘Cause I remember seeing & hearing Serendipity for the first time and it was such a lovely melody and the lyrics were so soothing like a lullaby expressing Love in its purest form.

But then you see the choreo and it all went Magic Mike SO FAST X”D.

Because on one hand the lyrics (at first glance) can be interpreted as Jimin seeing himself through Army’s eyes. How WE see his “Duality” - cute/adorable/lovely one minute and then sensual/tantalizing the next.

That boring expression of yours, boring feet Please look at me now Put down your phone, don’t even think about turning your head Let me know your type You can choose and use me yeah

Oh I cover your eyes with my hand Oh go towards the secret I’ll take you to a brand new world Yeah open your closed eyes now go!

Mix the colors of the palette, pick your filter Which me do you want? The one who’s going to change your world, I’m your filter Cover it over your heart

(Ok) How is it, do you feel it a bit? Is it still not enough? (Yes) Girl you have your chance I can be your Genie How ’bout Aladdin? I’ll become anything [for you] You can choose and use me yeah

That first part really does sound like how he would accommodating his “Persona” to make us happy.  And every-time something he does isn’t enough he changes again. 

Of course this doesn’t have to mean what he’s doing in the present, “Filter” could be just like “Lie” which spoke of his past-self and how he used to blame himself for the group’s failures. So maybe he’s expressing how’s he’s had to change himself throughout the years to please the fans as long as they understood and accepted who HE REALLY IS beyond the Idol persona.

Or y’know, this is just a very sexy number he wanted to try and shy away from his comfort zone XD. And I’ll bet all my money that the choreo’s gonna be SEXY AF and WE AIN’T READY FOR IT.

P.S. that moment when the music stops and he goes: “OKAY.” WITH HIS SEXY DEEP AF VOICE, JESUS!!!!

#4. My Time (Jungkook’s solo)

Kook’s solo not only reminded me heavily of “Begin”, but it also sounds like what “Decalcomania” should’ve been if he had released the full version.

He’s seeing himself not as an Idol, but not quite as Jeon Jeongguk either.

Like he’s just standing in the middle watching his two selves, his two Personas and trying to find which one is his. Which reality he is living in--or should be living in. Which part of his life belongs to his “normal/non Idol self” and which one is part of the mask/Idol self he puts up for the fans.

And yes, you know, yes. you know Oh I can’t call ya, I can’t touch ya Oh I can’t Let me know Can I someday find my time? Finna find my time Someday finna find my time 

This verse sounds like he’s still experiencing that loneliness that all artists experience during stardom very often (Note on how in Shadow Yoongi is the one who says: “Nobody ever told me how lonely it is up here.” ). Like how he sometimes wishes he could tell someone, but can’t?

#5. Louder than bombs

All rise for our National Anthem!

If Shadow hit hard while choke slamming you. Then this song is the overkill.

The vocals are insane, and the lyrics mixed with the music tell one story through two points of view. Actor in the spotlight and Actor as a Spectator.

This is BTS telling us how people view them and having to keep their emotions in check in the face of criticism from general audience and even antis, versus how they truly feel inside and behind close doors.

Break, unwind, let it out, breathe out, stand up, pray for better days and keep moving.

#6. ON

THIS👏SONG👏FUCKING👏SLAPS👏PERIOD👏!

The energy, the rap line, the vocal line, the CRAZY FOOTWORK AND INSANE CHOREO.

THE JIKOOK NIP-SLIPS

THE BODY ROLLS

THE TATTOOS---

THE SUBTLE “GO FUCK YOURSELF!”

I LOVED IT and it gave me such a strong throwback to NOT TODAY.

#7. UGH!

This is CYPHER_pt3 Killer, CYPHER pt. 4, TEAR & DDAENG’s lovechild.

This song is the Rap Line going like: “THESE MOTHERFUCKERS WANTED TO TRY ME (AGAIN) AND IMMA GIVE THESE BITCHES A CYPHER.

BITCHES LOVE CYPHERS.”

#8. 00.00 (Zero o’ Clock)

When I saw that we were having another Vocal Line unit song the first thing I kept praying for was: “PLEASE don’t let this be another Truth Untold...”

Because I absolutely HATED the hypocrisy that came out of this fandom ESPECIALLY the toxic Solo Stans who did nothing but hype up their faves while shitting on other members (I will never forgive those who went so far as to defame and even act as if Jimin wasn’t part of the Vocal Line, ya’ll are still trash for that).

But I gotta say Zero o’ Clock was totally something I can see them enjoying while performing. Despite, of course, the song talking about hardships and finding a new way to be happy throughout the tough times even when you don’t feel like smiling.

I liked it, the vibes are a bit like “2,3″ and “Magic Shop”. A song for HEALING.

#9. Friends (VMIN sub-unit)

VMIN

SOULMATES FOREVER.

I also LOVED that they added the voice messages Jimin & Tae used to leave each other since their recording schedules were different and they didn’t see each other. That was such a nice touch. T_T

That little “Hello my Alien” .... that made me emotional. I kept imagining those mischievous kids running around playing pranks on the other members, like that one time they made Hobi fall off the chair and got chased by him XD ...*SOBS*

#10. Inner Child (Taehyung’s solo)

All the time I kept listening to this song I kept imagining Taehyung sitting in a park next to his Younger Self, like the way a father sits with their youngest son and talks to them about life. What to expect, what will change and how to go about these changes.

Really heartfelt song.

#11. Moon (Jin’s solo)

Just like Tae’s song, “Moon” makes me thinking of all those moments when Jin kept doing his “Heart Event” where he kept pulling out hearts out of nowhere. Each time more clever than the first, just to show ARMY how much he loves us.

I wonder all of a sudden, do you really know yourself? Do you know how pretty you are? I will orbit you I will stay by your side I will become your light All for you 

This part in particular makes me think of Jin up on stage staring at a stadium full of bright little stars that are in reality Army Bombs.

#12. Respect (Namgi Unit-song)

Fave verse from this song is:

“Re-spect”, it’s literally looking again and again Looking again and again and you’ll see faults But despite of that you still want to look

And the fact that you have two members of different ages (Hyung/Donsaeng), in a sort of conversation that goes back and forth between what the real meaning of “RESPECT” is and how people throw the word around, even those who speak ill of others behind their backs.

And were they talking in Satoori in the end??? That was nice XD

#13. We are Bulletproof: the Eternal

Throw stones at me We don’t fear anymore We are we are together bulletproof (Yeah we have you have you) Even if winter comes again Even if I’m blocked off, I will still walk We are we are forever bulletproof (Yeah we got to heaven)

#14. Outro: EGO (Jhope’s Solo)

EGO is Jhope and Jhope is EGO in all it’s glory.

Like “Just Dance” i like the contrast how in EGO he’s doing a back-track to his younger self, how he used to dance to prove something TO OTHERS, where as now that he’s older he just accepts that everything that happened is just part of life. So he’s a happier now doing what he loves BECAUSE he loves to dance.

#15. ON (feat. Sia)

....WHY?

Like... I don’t wanna be THAT BITCH and drag nobody, but like... was this really necessary?

I mean atleast Nicki Minage and Halsey had their own parts that they owned like the bad bitches that they are.

But like...

Yeah, Imma stop right here.

[naturaldisasterfanfiction]

20. Part 2

I didn’t account for how beautiful Robyn would look to be a bride, I have seen Robyn in many pieces of clothing, in many dresses she has worn and many emotions, but I didn’t account to see Robyn for the first time on our wedding day, her glow is different, and her aura is different. The look of relief, the look of happiness, the happiness is shine to me, I didn’t account for it and the emotion just hit. Putting my head down as a small sob left my lips, I didn’t want to cry on this day because it’s a beautiful day for us, lifting my head up looking up to the sky “oh my god” I said to myself, she is really marrying me and it is happening. Looking back down at Robyn, she is much closer to me now and I can see every detail of her, I had to take my shades off because they were steaming up, but I wanted to hide behind these shades. Wiping the tears quickly, looking down feeling someone trying to take my shades from me, and it was Royalty “oh my god, that’s my wife” placing my hands over my face, I got to gather myself “aw Chris” hearing Tina say, moving my hands back “I’m ok” Robyn is slightly laughing at me but she seems so shy “you look so beautiful what the fuck, I didn’t expect this. I have seen you in every dress, every red carpet event but this, yo. Nobody can amount to this, you look so beautiful” Robyn put her head down “thank you” her voice broke “no, don’t you cry”  I said, Robyn looked up at me “this is your fault” Mel side eyed me “stop it you two, after this you can cry all you both want” staring at her strapless corset dress “y’all really got this dress within those days?” I said “I lost my hair fixing this dress” Jahleel said, I laughed because he already bald “it’s amazing, you look breath-taking” the shades of nude on the dress “you look handsome, I am pleased with Ja” Robyn said and blushed, she is shy with me which I didn’t want because she is never this shy “those are Swarovski crystals on that dress, you better add that on Dennis. Does this dress bother you? It’s Swarovski crystals girl” Jahleel soar and made Robyn laughed “Ja, you are so dumb. Please” we all laughed at him “it’s what you deserve” I said smirking at her.

We have been fussing so much that we haven’t even let the registrar say anything, he seems like a very nice man he is just smiling at us both “ready?” he said, I like his accent. Turning to him, sighing out heavily “Long before you found each other in this lifetime, your souls burned brightly as one in the heavens. In this lifetime, you have both grown into bright beacons of light that have gained strength and wisdom through your many travels and experiences. Nevertheless, as it was written in the stars, these beacons called out to each other in the darkness. Together you stand before us prepared to reunite your soul’s by re-joining your individual beacons of light back to their original glorious flame. A flame of such magnitude that not even death will extinguish it. We celebrate with you” putting my head down smiling “Christopher Brown and Robyn Fenty give and receive these rings as demonstrations of their vows to make their life one, to work at all times to create a love that is whole and unbroken, and to love each other without end. Now turn to each other and read your vows” I ain’t even done any vows, I mean why do I need too. Turning to Robyn we both just laughed “I would say ladies first but I just want to go first but I ain’t written no vows, the reason is because I have known this woman near all my life so why do I need to do that” I chuckled “I love you Robyn, I love you a whole lot. I spent years seeing my future wife in every possible way. Dressed for the gym or a night out, comfy couch clothes or boss lady business attire. We were always on and off, but I have always been there watching you, I’ve seen you laugh and cry. I’ve admired your competitive side, organizational side, comforting side, nurturing side. I’ve seen you at your most vulnerable and at your strongest. And the private moments that nobody knows about, we fell in love being dumb teenagers, and the thing is yes I saw you and I was like wow your beautiful, but it’s just deeper than that now, and I am so lucky to have you, you fill that loneliness. I will never let you down Robyn, I am yours and I can’t wait to live on some farm and just grow old together” putting my head down “I always thought I would be alone and just have nothing you know, it’s hard to be at this point and to be at the point in my life where I didn’t know what day it was” lifting my head up trying to hold back my tears “I love you Robyn and I always did, I just messed up and I lost you” Robyn nodded her head “stop it” she said in a whisper “I don’t deserve you” that is the truth “I want to say my vows, stop it” Robyn said.

Robyn took in a deep breath “we are so alike, I didn’t write anything either but” she breathed out “ok, so yes. Chris” Robyn’ voice jerked “ugh, you’re so annoying” she said trying to gather herself “I love you so much, I tried to hide it. No matter how much I try to cover this emotion you bring it forward, to the world I am Rihanna, boss lady. And here with you I am Robyn, you make me feel so whole, so wanted. It was so hard for me because I felt you, I always felt the sadness. I always checked on you from afar, but I was scared, nobody understands our love because it’s the purest and rarest love we hold that it is dangerous. I have done so much in life and this has to be the best day of my life, I didn’t think I would ever have this moment with you, I get to finally have you. You’re finally mine and there has been so much heartache between us but it was never us, it was the universe breaking us apart. And I see it, I see it all. I will protect you Chris, this journey between us, I am going to make sure I am there for you, I will not let you down, which I know I have. I will make you shine with me, just like you won’t let me down, I won’t either” smiling at her “we been through a lot” I said “we have” Robyn said in a whisper “place the ring bride’s finger and state your pledge to her, repeating after me. This ring I give as a sign of our constant faith and abiding love” the registrar said, digging into my pocket. Opening the box and getting the ring out “oh my god, Chris” Robyn said, that is a good sign “This ring I give as a sign of our constant faith and abiding love” I said as I placed it on her finger “that is beautiful, oh my god. I am shook right now” I grinned; this is perfect that she likes it “and the same for the groom” Robyn looked at Mel “I am trying to save my make up here, y’all got me crying here” Mel is crying a lot, actually they all are besides Royalty, she is just smiling. Winking at her, turning back to Robyn. Looking down at the diamond band “you remember my ring size? I mean you remember my suit size so you should do” it’s a nice band actually “This ring I give as a sign of our constant faith and abiding love” Robyn said as she placed the ring on my finger, I smiled so wide, my heart feel so overjoyed “I now pronounce you husband and wife” he said “wow, really?” I said, they all cheered “you may now kiss the bride” this doesn’t feel real at all “I love you” leaning down to kiss my wife now, pressing a kiss to her lips.

I chuckled as I clapped myself, I think it’s been a long time coming for us and it’s happened “that’s my wife now! Look how beautiful she is” Royalty ran at me, hugging onto my legs “you happy for me?” looking down at her “yes, you cry lots. Cry baby” I snorted laughing “you teasing me now? Wow!” I spat “you say it to me all of the time, don’t lie. Rihanna is so pretty” she said in a whisper “I know, and that is my wife” I said back “my step mommy too” she giggled “hold off on that baby” rubbing her back “you’re beautiful too, I have two beautiful ladies” my daughter is so cute “brother in law now, come on. Bring it in, welcome to the Bajan family” I cooed out hugging her “that sounds scary to be honest, I still can’t used to the Bajan family” Mel squeezed me close “you will, you married into the family now so we going to teach you the Bajan way of life” I grinned “well, I can’t welcome you to the Bajan family but Tina and I can welcome you to the Fenty family, you can now get discount and makeup. I am joking come on” Jahleel hugged me “if like I would wear Fenty” I joked “be quiet, you will do anything for her” he is right “let Chris go we need to take some pictures, if we can all gather” Dennis said, here he goes with the photoshoot. Dennis’ pictures are great but there is a lot of standing around and waiting.

I got to admit, Robyn has such a good team, they are loyal. I look around and I just think if I were to have my people here, how negative they would be. How rude they may have been, they would be talking in my ear about everything. Even Mijo may have been negative and say do I want to go back to that, Mijo thinks Robyn and I are no good and he felt that when I went to the party, that she moved on. He came because he didn’t want me to look stupid but I think I don’t have a person that would be supportive of this like these, it does make me sad, I mean it is the same with Robyn but not as much as I have it “we have something to say!” Jahleel got up from his seat “hey bitches, so I just wanted to say how beautiful we all look, I mean of course I look the best, but I am just so emotional about all of this. I am just over the moon for you both, so we collectively wanted to get you both time alone because one, I don’t want to hear you both having constant sex” Mel hit Jahleel’ arm “oh there is a child I mean constant talking, you know adults talk at night. So anyways!” he shouted “back to the subject at hand, so we put a little something together and got you an overwater bungalow, we have sorted it out for the night for you both. It’s under Jahleel and we got a driver to take you both, signed NDA everything, we all put in together so you both can have a little fun” Jahleel winked, I chuckled “I have blue balls so you know that is a gift I needed to be honest” I really do have blue balls “hopefully Robyn won’t complain she is tired and she just sleeps, cause her ass is lazy as fuck now” I snorted “she ain’t sleeping, deadass” placing my arm behind Robyn’ chair “whatever, you try being pregnant” looking over at Robyn “you try walking around with blue balls” I retorted “what is blue balls?” Royalty asked, I need to remember I have my daughter here “it’s just something I have in my pocket, it holds sentimental value to me. Robyn sometimes holds them” I said trying to hold a straight face “you are bad, stop it” Mel said, clearing my throat “I am joking so anyways, thank you so much me for doing that for us but I need to be here for Royalty, her mother will kill me” looking at Roro “I can be good” she said “we will all look after her, she will be ok. It will be one night” I am unsure because honestly, if anything happens and I was busy having sex then I will hate myself for it “dad I am grown! Leave me alone” I gasped “wow, but you can’t like go out anywhere, you must stay with these four. You can’t do anything stupid, if you’re scared then you’re on your own, you know that right?” I don’t want her being sad “well you scaring her does not help now does it, Chris if she is scared I am literally here. I do give good hugs too” Mel said, I sighed out “don’t do anything, you’re my responsibility. You ring your mom before you go to sleep and you do it privately, you don’t mention anything. If she asks where I am, say I am asleep. You ring her when you wake up also” Royalty mean mugged me “I am not a baby” she really thinks she is grown “you are actually so just listen to me” patting her head.

Rubbing my chin laughing “you both legit didn’t even pick out a first dance song?” Tina asked, looking at Robyn “we didn’t talk about it, to be honest there is a lot going on and we never discussed it” is this a bad thing “right, this dance is happening!! I will pick a song out” Tina walked off “were we supposed to do such a thing? Like what dance do we do? Cause I know you can’t dance” Robyn hit my arm “be quiet, I can when I want too. Not going to lie, I am feeling a little shy to be doing this” frowning at her “don’t be shy, it’s me. I mean come on” I said a little shocked she said that “this bump, it’s just in the way now” shaking my head laughing, I didn’t think Robyn would think that but she has been a little shy to be honest “so because dumb and dumber haven’t picked a song we are just picking, well I will picked and honestly, I think I picked well. Don’t kill me Rih” Tina said “hey little lady, you want to be my dance partner after them? Well you only have me so you out of choices” Jahleel said “nobody wants to dance with you Jahleel” I said laughing, feeling Robyn’ hand on my lap “mhmm” looking over at her “I love you” she held my hand “I love you too” smiling at her “come on you two!” Tina said, getting up from the chair sighing out “Shall we?” holding out my hand to Robyn, she took my hand and let me her to the space “oh god not this song” Robyn said, hearing Adele – One and Only playing. I held Robyn by the waist and pulled her close to me, as close I could anyways. her hands resting on my chest, biting my bottom lip smiling at Robyn “I love you Robyn Rihanna Fenty Brown” resting my forehead against hers.

Robyn smiled faintly “this is the calmest I have ever seen you, you’re always so hyper” Robyn is right “well I need to be good” I said “I genuinely hate Tina, I used to play this song in a depressive state, but this time it’s different. I have you with me now” nodding my head “I am sorry” I apologised, Robyn sobbed out “don’t, it’s ok. I messed up too, we just prolonged the inevitable. We wasted years and I hate this for us. I love you so much Chris and I was so scared, scared that I wasn’t good enough for you, you know. But this, this moment is what I have always wanted for us, I hate we have to be pushed back, that we have to hide but I am happy” nodding my head “if the baby wasn’t mine, I don’t know what I would be like. Like it would have happened eventually but it’s you Robyn” Robyn nodded her head “it’s a new beginning for us Chris, for me. This is a new chapter in my life, and I can’t wait” resting the side of my head with hers, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. This is emotional, not going to lie “awww look at these two!” Jahleel said, moving my head back seeing Jahleel and my daughter “she is taking over” I laughed out at Royalty taking over the dance “can I?” I asked Robyn “oh yes, let’s swap baldie” Robyn said to Jahleel “come here you” Royalty giggled and then hugged my waist “awww that’s not how the dance works but I don’t mind this” I love her like crazy, she is forever wanting to be around me.

I lowkey know Robyn is feeling tired, but she is going to need to get over it because I want my dick sucked, my face rode and her legs wrapped around my neck “long day Dennis, thank you” I said to him, wrapping my arms around Royalty “I am so excited to edit these pictures, the video. They are amazing, the pictures are authentic, and Royalty asked me to send her picture. I promise I will” what is my daughter like “I am glad to be out of the dress, sorry. I had to come out of it, it weighed me down a little” getting up from the floor “it’s ok, you look beautiful either way. So Royalty, you listen to them ok?” Royalty nodded her head “Rihanna, can I have a hug?” Royalty asked “sure, Mel! Bring my back down please too” Robyn made it down to the last step “come here then” Robyn waved her over “you don’t mind?” Royalty asked “no, why would I mind. Come here” Royalty shyly went over to Robyn; she wasn’t shy with hugging her bump “can you feel the baby? Is she kicking?” smiling at them both, she gasped “I can feel her!” she spat “yeah, she is always moving around. Hopefully kick Chris away from me” I grinned at her “have fun riri” my daughter’ refusal to just say Robyn “I will, thank you. We will see you tomorrow” I finally get Robyn alone, I cannot wait.

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a fluffy concept: celebrating mother's day for the first time (and Elliot is still crawling)

ok this isn’t exactly what you asked for since i missed mother’s day i’m soRRY but it’s pure baby Elliot and dad Loki fluff!!! hope you enjoy!

there’s a tiny mention of loki’s past suicidal thoughts but it’s in the purest way and super fluffy :)

also i’m obsessed with the idea of Loki singing

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Loki’s singing something, under his breath and nothing more than a whisper.

Surprisingly, you can understand it in your half-asleep daze, as Loki generally sings in Norse…on the rare occasion he actually does sing.

“You made me run like I’ve never run,” he whispers, and you don’t roll over—you don’t want him to stop. “Try like I had never tried, fight like I had never fought, you made me want to…”

A baby gurgles in response and your husband breathes a quiet laugh; oh.

He brought Elliot in here again. This is the third night he’s done that, snuck out of bed in the early hours of the morning to get the little boy from his crib and bring him to bed, cuddling up with him until he really has to wake up.

“Shh,” you hear him shush your son, and the bed creaks as he bounces him lightly. “You’re going to wake your mother!”

You grin into your pillow.

“I’m always saying I’ll make it right…my dear,” Loki continues singing, his beautiful accent even quieter now. “‘Cause losing you is my greatest fear—”

“Eeurrrrgh!”

“No! Shh!” Loki frantically covers Elliot’s little mouth, and the bed shakes as Elliot squirms away, giggling. “This wasn’t a duet, you little giant.”

The baby squeals. Loudly.

“Elliot, for the love of the nine—”

“It’s okay,” you finally laugh aloud, rolling over with a yawn. “M’awake, let him sing.”

Loki cringes when he sees you awake, brushing the back of his hand along your cheek. “I’m so sorry, my love, we didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Don’t apologise!” You gesture at the two of them, Elliot sitting happily on Loki’s stomach, leaning back against his bent knees in little footie pjs, gnawing on his fingers and listening intently to his father’s voice. “This…is the best thing I’ve ever woken up to.”

“We were trying to let you sleep later,” Loki sighs, his head dropping to the pillow. “But I missed my little boy…and he was crying loud enough for the damned in Hel to hear.”

“Did you wake up your dad, you little rascal?” You laugh and reach for Elliot, tickling his tummy and pulling him onto your own lap. “What’s the matter with you, Elli?”

He just giggles and waves his hands in the air.

“My guess is he needs to be changed.” The god beside you pulls the covers over him again and wraps his arms around your waist, pressing a kiss to the top of your shoulder. “Or…perhaps he’s hungry.”

A cold hand slides up your stomach and you don’t even have to look at the god to see the gleam in his green eyes.

“Mm, maybe.” Poking Loki in the side, he yelps and you set Elliot on his stomach again. “Sorry, snowflake, I just woke up, I say it’s your turn…”

A loud, exaggerated groan comes from the curve of your neck.

“C’mon, daddy, do me a little favour?”

He heaves a giant sigh and practically rolls off the bed, hoisting Elliot into his arms and dragging his feet over to grab a clean diaper from the bathroom cupboard.

“You’re lucky I love you,” he mutters teasingly and sets the little boy on the counter, turning around for a split second—Elliot scrambles off across the counter and when Loki turns around, has nestled himself in the sink and is covering his face with both hands.

The little giggles coming from behind the baby hands make it clear he’s trying to hide.

“Oh dear,” Loki deadpans, staring right at the little guy with a small smile. “I’ve lost my son.”

Elliot throws his hands in the air with a squeal, and Loki gasps. “There he is! Get over here, unðr, I’m supposed to get you cleaned up.”

The baby giggles and lets out a string of garbled sounds, to which Loki nods and hums in agreement as he hovers his hands around him, green wisps of something not from earth winding around Elliot’s little body until the diapers have been switched.

“What an incredible story,” you hear Loki tell Elliot, then he trudges out of the bathroom with your son cuddled tight up against his chest. “That was a traumatic experience for the both of us.”

“Stop it,” you laugh, making grabby hands for your baby and Loki hands him to you with a smile. “I don’t get why you complain so much, you never even touch his diaper, Gandalf.”

“It’s the principle.”

“Screw your principles.”

“I’m a king,” he laughs, kneeling on the bed and sneaking a kiss to your cheek. “Kings don’t change diapers.”

“No, but kings listen to their queens.” You smile sweetly at him and tap his lips with a finger. “And your queen wants you to change your son’s diaper.”

He jokingly groans and leans towards you, catching your lips in a kiss that leaves you breathless, your head dropping against the headboard with a happy sigh. “I only tease,” he murmurs, brushing his nose against yours before taking hold of your lips again. “I would do anything for the two of you.”

“Mmm.”

You grab hold of his jaw and pull him closer, letting him take control of this kiss and manoeuvre your body to where he’s holding your jaw to keep your mouths connected, completely ignoring the way Elliot whines and squirms to get your attention.

“He’s…Elliot, no—” Loki’s lips bounce off yours for a split second when he laughs, but he quickly slips his hand behind your neck and pulls you closer. “He’s got my hair,” he mumbles, nipping gently at your lips with a smile. “I think we’re making him uncomfortable, my love.”

You hear the baby squeal and Loki’s mouth leaves yours with a smack, followed by a yelp from the god as his head is yanked away by a tiny hand.

“Elliot, Elliot, stop that,” he laughs, tickling the little guy’s tummy until he lets go, squealing with laughter and flopping onto your chest.

“Oof, easy there, buddy,” you wheeze, a grin spreading over your face as Elliot nuzzles his face into your neck, still giggling his adorable little baby laugh—fuck.

Loki on one side, tickling your son with a bright smile as he watches him laugh? Elliot flopped on your stomach in footie pjs, squirming and hugging you with his chubby little arms??

This is what people mean when they say things will get better, right?

Loki spews out something in old Norse, a loud, guttural phrase that gets you to gawk at him and Elliot pushes himself up on your chest, the funniest little sound coming from his open mouth—“uh??”

Loki bursts out laughing—your heart flips over in your chest. “I said I love you, minn-mögr, ek elska þik.”

If you’ve never seen a baby’s mouth hang open in pure and utter confusion, you haven’t truly lived.

Unable to control yourself any longer—he’s TOO CUTE—you wrap Elliot in a tight hug and plant a million noisy little kisses to his face, tickling him and making him squeal in delight.

This time it’s Loki’s heart that somersaults.

To think he ever wanted to stop living. Die and miss this.

He’s grateful, he realises when you lift the little giggling baby in the air and swoop him onto Loki’s lap, he’s grateful to himself for still being here.

For still being here to hold his little son to his heart, smiling at him and laughing when he tangles his little hands in his hair again.

For still being here to kiss your beautiful smile and hold your mouth against his, breathing this new life into his soul—you’re still here, too.

Things work out. Things get better.

And the two of you managed to fight and still be here to enjoy it.

Loki’s eyes burn when he breaks away, and he pecks one last kiss to your lips before turning his attention to the little boy bouncing happily on his lap. “I love you,” he repeats, laughing and determined not to let any tears fall on this happy moment in time.

He clears his throat, already grinning. “Now then, darling…”

You grab hold of his hand and lean into him, watching Elliot with a smile. “Now what?”

”Are you going to feed your son?”

His hands slip up your shirt again and you laugh, tipping your head up to kiss him once more…or twenty more—you thought it’d been a strange while since he said something suggestive.

“…or do I need to remove your shirt myself?”

Almost had you worried for a sec.

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the song is “little giant” by roo panes and it is Elliot’s theme song don’t @ me

hope you enjoyed, feel free to send me ideas!

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In The Air Tonight (Michael Langdon x Reader) REQUEST!

This was requested by @arealmermaid

WARNINGS: Smut, blood and religion?

Michael Langdon x Reader

WORD COUNT: 2459

Listen to: In The Air Tonight- cover By In This Moment 

The thought of dying a virgin wasn’t a pressing matter for Y/n.  She was the purest lily-white creature this world had ever seen. Being raised in a traditional Christian household, she never did wrong. When it’s said she never did wrong, she did not have a single sinful bone in her body. It was almost concerning to her parents. They never had to punish her, she always caught on very fast. Doing any good she could to never be punished.

 She had to be homeschooled shortly after her elementary years. The kids didn’t like a goodie two shoes. Y/n didn’t have many friends. Everyone that encountered her was weirded out by her pureness. Not only was she pure of heart, soul, body and mind, she pure in how she dressed. Y/n adorned herself only in bright colors, mostly white, but every now and again she would wear pastels.

 She attended church every Sunday. Y/n had her own bible that was gifted to her on her 16th birthday. It was a medium sized bible with leather covers and her name engraved in gold on the right-hand corner. She carried it everywhere she went.  

 At the age of 18, Y/n was granted the opportunity to have a job. The only job she wanted was with the church. Her parents talked with the pastor asking permission. It was not something the church typically did, but for Y/n, they would make an exception. She worked hard at the church, harder than anyone else. She was so perfect, other members of the church became envious of her.

 By age 20 she had worked for the church for 2 years, she later became a member on the church’s council. Now, that typically wasn’t allowed, but for Y/n they made an exception.

 When she turned 21, even her parents offered to buy her, her first drink. She kindly refused. Even though Jesus drank wine in the bible. She never wanted to taint herself. No tattoos, no piercings, no cigarettes and no alcohol.

 A year later is when the missile struck. Y/n’s parents could never have afforded the tickets to outpost 3. However, the church came together and bought a ticket for her. Someone too good for this world didn’t deserve to die.

 A large militant truck was waiting to take Y/n away.

 “I don’t want to go mama.” She sobbed, abruptly halting her packing. Her mom rushed to the bedside taking both of Y/n’s hands in hers.

“Y/n sweetheart. You are too good for this world. The church has paid for you to go to a safe haven. You must go Y/n. Don’t make those people wait.” She holds Y/n to her, letting a few tears fall. They get her packed up and send her off with the strangely dressed men. She bid her parents a forever farewell.

 The ride to wherever she was going was terrifying, at least for her. If a car ride had turbulence, this would be it. This by no means was a gentle ride. She was strapped in tightly and rather uncomfortable. Shaking she looked around seeing nothing but stoic faces around her. She didn’t realize her life would never be the same.

 Shockingly Y/n was a purple. She didn’t feel like she deserved this status. The elites, better than the grays. To be perfectly honest, she would’ve preferred to be a gray. To serve and do good. There was nothing for her to do. Of course, she would not complain. She was so grateful for the opportunity to be here. Her loved ones did everything in her power to make sure she would survive.

 What was she supposed to do? The same routine went on, the same songs played. It was a living nightmare, she would never admit that. She truly felt alone. Mr. Gallant had his grandmother and Coco. Coco had Mr. Gallant and Mallory. Dinah had her son and her son had Stu. That was until Stu was, well stew.

 The same routines dragged on for the next year and a half. Y/n had no track of time. She found her cheery and positive disposition fading with everyday that passed. She was upset with herself, she tried to speak out to God. She never seemed to get ahold of him. There was no comfort in this dark place. Until one day, everything changed.

 The ‘meals’ were not only cut in half but now, they were forced to abstain from breakfast. There was a chorus of complaints and whining. Her heart was hurting. Would it have been better to die? She would be with her family at least.

 Sirens wailed and lights flashed. Almost instantly after Mr. Gallant threw a fit over the ‘food’ situation. Y/n was terrified. She was terrified of everything. The eerie sense of loneliness she had, these flashing lights and loud sirens. Her eyes were wide and her breath was ragged. She was not typically one for panic attacks, but this warranted it. There were a few eye rolls from the group, seeing her distress. Mallory rushed to her side rubbing her back encouraging her that everything would be ok.

 No one wanted anything to do with a whiny baby. She was alone in room after some time waiting for dinner. She heard some rustling in her closet. With a false sense of courage, she made her way to the source of the sound. Snakes of all sizes emerged, slithering across the floor. She let out an ear-piercing shriek as Ms. Meade and the large guard made their way into her room.

“What’s going on in here?” Meade asked

 “Th-there’s, s-snakes.” Y/n scooted herself all the way up to her headboard sobbing. She let out another shriek as Meade struck the floor with a knife, beheading a snake.

 “Looks like good eating.” Meade has a redneck twang to her. Y/n scrunches her face up in disgust.

 Seated at the dinner table, everyone looked at the bowls of snake soup on the table. Lifting up their lids the snakes come to life. Y/n shoves herself out of her chair.

 “Would you sit down Y/n.” Mrs. Venable ordered her sternly. Y/n took a deep breath and slowly seated herself once again.

 “Who’s in your office.” Everyone whips their heads in the direction of Emily, completely changing the subject.

 Mrs. Venable stayed silent unwilling to answer her question. Y/n had a sense of something, she didn’t know what it was. What ever she was feeling, gave her a sense of calm. The sound of a large oak door closing alerted everyone to the top of the staircase. Everyone had their breath taken from them seeing the mysterious intruder. He was beautiful. An angel. No, not an angel.

 The man stands tall with phenomenal posture. He his hair cascades down forming luxurious gold curls. The man’s attire is similar to what everyone else is wearing. However, he is dressed in all black.

“My name is Langdon and I represent The Corporative. I’m not going to sugarcoat the situation. Humanity is on the brink of failure. My arrival here is crucial to the survival of civilized life on Earth.” His voice is silky smooth. He looks to each and every person in the room. Y/n tunes out what he says. In awe of him. Something about him terrifies her, but what doesn’t.

 “Once everyone is fully with us I can continue.” He speaks in the direction of Y/n. She jumps noticing all eyes on her.

 “O, um I’m sorry.” Thoroughly embarrassed.  Langdon hums in response continuing his speech.

 “The three other compounds in Syracuse, New York, Beckley, West Virginia and San Angelo, Texas have been overrun and destroyed. We have had no contact from the six international outposts, but we are assuming that they too, have been eliminated.” He paused allowing everyone to marinate on the current information. He stands taller beginning the next sequence. “There is hope. There is a facility with enough food and rations to last over a decade, a sanctuary if you will. I will be instrumental in choosing who will come with me. Those in sanctuary will play part in rebuilding this world.”

 “I will be deciding who will go with me and who will not.” A sly smirk painted on his lips. His eyes darken, scanning throughout the room.

 “What is this the freaking Hunger Games?” O Coco. Subtle sighs float through the room.

 “You don’t have to be interviewed. Feel free to stay here and die. Either from radiation or hungry cannibals.” He pulls out a glass vial. “Or just pop one of these and you’ll be free from pain. I look forward to meeting each and every one of you.”

 “I’ll go first.” Mr. Gallant says nonchalantly.

 “And so you shall.” Langdon drags out each syllable

 The interviews go rather quickly. Y/n sees Mr. Gallant exit the office with a haughty expression. She stays quiet and careful watching how people go in, versus how they come out. When Mallory is interviewed, Y/n is near the room when she hears screams. Those screams are Mallory. With a great deal of worry she brings herself closer to the door.

 “Who are you?” She hears Langdon ask.

 “I don’t know. Who are you?” Mallory retorts back. Y/n feels quick steps as Mallory runs out of the room colliding into her.

 “I’m sorry Y/n.” she hurries out an apology as she picks herself up and continues running. Y/n sits up on her elbows glancing to the door. She sees Langdon appear by the door with an expression she can’t read. He takes a short glance at her before closing the door.

 After some time, her curiosity gets the better of her. She makes her way back to Langdon’s office. Drawn to him. For reasons she does not know. She allows a gentle knock at the door. Hearing nothing, she makes a bold move and opens the door. She tiptoes lightly through the room. Y/n hears Langdon talking to someone, but it’s a one-sided conversation. She peaks around the corner to see Langdon on his knees, blood everywhere, he’s naked. A harsh blush emerges onto her cheeks.

 “Ava Satanas” His eyes are black. She braces herself with her back against the wall. Trying to calm her breathing she makes a step to head to the door.

 “I know you’re there Y/n.” She hears his sensual voice purr at her. Her breath hitches.

 “Come here.” Is that an order?

 “Now.” Taking a deep breath, she shows herself. The blush returning to her face. She tries to keep her eyes everywhere other than him.

 “How about we begin our interview right now.” He tilts his head up to her.

 “O no that’s ok, I see that I interrupted you. I’ll just uh, leave you alone.” Y/n’s voice is shaking, she is shaking.

 “No we are going to take this opportunity. How does this make you feel?” He runs his hands all over his body. She feels a heat below her stomach. This is not a feeling she has felt before, rather allowed to feel.

 “Well, honestly? I’m terrified sir. I don’t really know how else I feel about this.” She brings her arms closer to her. Maybe she can make herself small enough to disappear.

 “I think you feel something you don’t understand, is that correct?” His voice is so alluring.

 “Yeah, I don’t know how to describe it.” She finds herself drawing in closer, not by her own accord, something is pulling her in.

 “You’re a virgin, Isn’t that right?” He starts to reach his hand out toward her.

 “Y-yes sir.”

 “How about we change that.” He pulls her down to here knees. Y/n’s hands are now covered in blood. She doesn’t know what to think. He pulls her in to the circle of blood with him. Langdon shifts around her so that she is in the middle of the circle on her knees, and he is right behind her. He strokes her cheek with his long fingers. He cups her throat and leans her into him. She melts into his warm skin feeling a swarm of comfort overwhelm her. He peppers kisses along her neck, pulling down the zipper of her dress.

 “Trust me pet.” He lets her hair down, stopping any worried thought she has. He slips her dress down leaving her in a slip. He gently nips at her neck. Her eyes snap open, not believing herself. Langdon comforts her once again, convincing her what she is doing is ok. He runs a hand down her spine causing her to shiver.

 Slipping fingers between her legs he feels how slick she is.

 “You are so good for me. You will be mine darling.” The other hand glides across her front, bringing a trail of blood with it. She moans feeling the smooth texture of the blood on her neck. He slowly slips his fingers into her. She arches her back leaning her head onto his shoulder. Y/n has never felt this before, but she likes it. She sits down on his fingers to get a deeper feeling. When she is shaking beyond all control close to her release he yanks his fingers out of her.

 She cries in response. Instead of acknowledging her protests he shoves her onto the ground. He tosses the dress somewhere in the room. Crawling on top of her he pulls her slip down, tossing it with the dress. Leaving her completely nude he takes a moment to look at her. His eyes wander over her body. He kisses down from her chest, to her abdomen, kissing each thigh and finally licking along her slit.

 She cries out in pleasure. He lines up and punctures her core. He thrusts into her as she screams. He runs a bloody hand up her abdomen and to her throat. He gives it a tight squeeze eliciting a moan from her lips.

“Say my name when you scream.” Langdon growls in her ear, pressing harder on her throat.

 “O god, Michael.” She screams for him. Knowing his name without any prompting. He throws his head back and closes his eyes, soaking in her moans.

 “You are mine now Y/n.” he pumps himself into her, chasing his release. She too can feel her release coming.

 Closing into her fate, her eyes snap open, solid white. She screams as a sonic boom of power spreads throughout the room, breaking and glass possible. Things shatter everywhere. Michael’s eyes widen in shock, then darken as he realized what he just did.

 He removes himself from her. Her eyes still solid white. Michael hovers over her and leans to whisper in her ear.

 “You’re tainted now little angel.” He kisses her ear and her eyes return to their normal color.

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Hope you guys enjoyed this oneshot!

[cocona]

love go to bed!! it’s late for me too... we can talk tomorrow if you want, i’ll answer you better when i wake up but know that your words mean so much to me :(( i’ll rest well and with a lighter heart thanks to you 💓💓💓 have sweet dreams ily!! so much!! 🌌💫 🍃

i went 2 bed then dfgh but now it’s bed time again,, i’ll stay up to finish some hw since im always late on stuff like tht !!!!! i hope ur day went well ,, mondays r always tough 2 deal with, even for the most positive souls hehe !! but only if u start sth can u see the end !! may ur week be filled with light nd blossoms ! spring is here, nd it’s already strawberry season here !! theyre already so sweet and soft :(

i hope u had sweet dreams last night ,, nd i wish the same for tonight ! i love u so :( i’ll pray so tht angels will sit by ur bed.... so tht they can massage nd neutralise whats working ur mind so late at night nd preventing u from finding rest... so tht they can carry away any negativity from ur dreams ,, so tht the sun may shine bright wherever ur mind takes u.... theres only so much i can do :( i cld recommend u some songs again hehe ,, but then i’d spoil my whole playlist...hm... ! idk if u know him bt u shld listen 2 easy by mac ayres !! its a v soft song,, kinda like sang lo-fi... it’s on my gentle stargazing playlist for tht reason....

ahh im rambling again.... words wont come up to me like i wish they did. every time i answer, it feels like im writing a little letter... isnt tht adorable ?? sometimes i think abt the way we communicate nd my heart feels all warm... it’s so sweet nd so unique...nd genuine....mysterious nd exciting but at the same time ever so gentle... mayb the next lvl of gentleness wld b reading my thoughts off my own handwriting. i feel a lot of things lately ! i wonder abt things a lot,, mayb its bc ive been rediving into my homework nd tht my brain has been put to good use... i have 2 admit tht writing to u is therapeuthic in a sense. it puts my heart, my mind nd my spirit to rest... while injecting them w liveliness.. it’s a pleasant leisure activity. somehow, it makes me love you even more. what’s odd is tht it seems that it’s based off interest,, but rlly it feels like some kind of elevation ? of pure joy ? like my purest self is interacting w the only side of u tht i know. im not making much sense.. mayb i shld start writing my memoires lmao ! mayb some ppl wld find my thoughts worthy of analysis.....

i wonder if some day you’ll be on the receiving end of these messages ,, if some day you’ll be the one developping ur thoughts nd writing a lot...to let me know abt what u think nd whats on ur mind.... it feels the same as massaging someone’s knuckles in the sense tht it eases ur words...eases ur thoughts...nd makes u feel closer to the other in a raw nd intimate sense. a friendship so pure... a friendship so calm. im grateful ure here !! i wonder if uve already told me when ur bday was,, i feel bad for forgetting.. i shld write it down somewhere so tht i never forget ! i shld stop writing now ,, when ure tired, it’s hard 2 read a lot nd it might be even harder 2 understand my point . . . dfghj :(( 

ah !! i just !! hope ure well ok !!! take care !!

[norxxcoffee-blog]

“When silence falls, that is when I feel lonely.” Denmark with whoever or just by himself. thankss

Hope this is ok and not too long! I really enjoyed writing it, so I hope you like it :D

It will always be like this, he thinks. Cheery and at ease during the day, ever ready with a smile or a joke. People are drawn to Denmark because of this. Prussia, a friendship formed mainly in beer; America, good fun when he is feeling especially outgoing; there is even something about Netherlands' apathy that Denmark admires. He has friends. He has a lover- though the word, erotic and almost shameful, hardly does Norway justice. And perhaps it would be all right, if only Norway were not so taciturn. Denmark is familiar with their brand of love by now, the warmth and security of each others' arms more comforting than words will ever be, centuries of memories that have forged something eternal between them. They spend every night they can together, holding each other until they fall asleep. Or so Denmark wishes. Noise is easy. Noise fills in the blanks, soothes his lingering panic, accompanies him throughout the day and keeps the smile on his face. When silence falls, that is when I feel lonely. Denmark has Norway, and with him mutual respect and love. He has Sweden, Finland, who still stand by him after all the hurt between their countries. Even Iceland can brighten his mood with just a few soft words. Most nights Denmark struggles by, clinging to Norway like an anchor until his fatigue grows large enough to swallow him. And then there are nights like this one. Nights that never seem to grow any easier, no matter what he does. Denmark lies awake at 4am, Norway curled around him and his eyes wide open. The exhaustion is there. But so are the thoughts, the memories, and they will not let him sleep. At last he swings his legs over the side of the bed, disentangling himself from Norway's warmth with no small reluctance. Denmark draws in a quivering breath. All he can see is the life leaving Sweden's eyes with a single axe blow, all he can feel is the sharp, pulsing pain of a scar long healed over. One hand trails across his torso, brushing against a puckered line. Finland's last gift. And suddenly that pain is hot, too hot, rising up to choke him like the blood nearly did all those years ago. Denmark shrugs on his jacket and steps out of the burning heat. It is much cooler on the landing. A shadow plays idly across his feet, scattering moonbeams and sending a quick flash across Denmark's face. He descends the stairs with an insomniac's light step, used to navigating the flickering dimension between night and day. Denmark feels an odd sense of freedom swell up inside him. He has the whole night, at least five more hours to be alone until Norway wakes up. Not that Norway is bad company- quite the contrary- but even Denmark treasures moments of solitude like these.He slips into a pair of trainers and then out into the lamp-lit streets of Copenhagen, filling his lungs with cold air. Almost at once his head feels lighter. Denmark walks for a while, hands deep in his pockets and head deep in thought. There is no foreseeable way out of this hell, no escape from the agony of not sleeping. Sweden. I need Sweden. It all began with him- fights, bitter rows, prolonged silences, adding up to the eventual fracture of what was already an uneasy bond. And now, Denmark needs reassurance that it has all been forgiven. He dials his brother's number from memory and waits, leaning against a lamp post. 'Hello?' mumbles a voice on the third ring. 'Sve, it's me.' There is a crackling rush of breath over the line. Denmark can picture Sweden's frustrated face all too well. But then he remembers his centuries of nightmares, and it is easy to keep talking. 'I...I just needed to know. About 1523, 1611, 1814. We're- we're all right, aren't we?' For one long, terrible moment, Sweden does not reply. Denmark would hang up, were it not for the fear hunching his shoulders. 'Where are you?''Out. Not too far from home. Why?''I'm coming to see you.' The dial tone sounds harshly in his ear. He slides his phone back into a pocket, remorse creeping up all of a sudden. I was his big brother. I was meant to protect him, not the other way round. But Sweden, with his large, careful hands, his low, gentle voice, has always been the stronger one. Denmark slips down streets glowing with faded golden light, warm and welcoming as a sunlit meadow. Only the air is cold, and he is used to that. Soon suburbia gives way to central Copenhagen- to the iconic red-and-orange-painted houses, the long dark length of the canal, and a sunrise-gilded sea lapping softly in the background. It occurs to Denmark that the sea looks more inviting than anything ever could. He ambles past rows of sailboats at a leisurely pace, until his feet come to stop on the familiar cobbles of the city harbour. Something unclenches within Denmark. This is his true home, the part of his land he feels most drawn to. Sea salt and frozen fish might be unsavoury smells to others, but for him they are childhood memories hailing too far back to be accompanied by images, the last vestiges of an era when all that mattered was war and glory. Slowly, almost bashfully, Denmark sheds his jacket, shoes and socks, so he stands by the sea in jeans and a t-shirt. One toe trails the water's glassy surface. It breaks, the shatter of a cold mirror, sending ripples out to join the distant waves. Already Denmark can feel goosebumps rising on the bare skin of his arms. But for him, the cold is not something to be avoided. For him, it is sweet and soft as a lover's kiss. His feet follow, rolled-up jeans just skimming the cool depths. It is too good, too intoxicating, to wait a second longer. Denmark lowers himself down until the saltwater has closed over his head. And everything comes alive. When he opens his eyes, the sting is merely awakening, and all his joints loosen as he swims out further and further. Taking a breath seems pointless. So he does not, diving down even deeper with strong arms that have plied these waters upon countless occasions. My first love, Denmark thinks. Sometimes there is a third part to his passionate relationship with Norway- this cold, this release, this sweet freezing haven. An affair of the purest kind.His lungs begin to prickle, but Denmark does not care. With every inch he dives, the thoughts fall away a little more. He stops for a moment, simply floating. Too far gone to rise up. The water wants to take him, and so he lets it, sinking deeper and deeper, the tension around his chest lessening that of his mind. This, Denmark feels, is the only place where he can truly belong. Even the darkness creeping across his eyes means well. Home of sirens, mermaids, selkies. And now another broken soul joins their ranks. Perhaps it will be like the Little Mermaid, and he will rise again as a sighing spirit on the wind. Perhaps his fate is to guard these indigo depths, like tragic Undine. Perhaps it is only darkness after all. But all Denmark can think, as numbness finally conquers him, as night lifts him up and carries him home, is that he does not care. Not if the sea surrounds him.Nations are strange creatures. They can be dealt a mortal wound, only to survive it through sheer force of will. They can die of a broken heart, of the pressure of tangled politics, everything that should be nothing to them. But the sea is everything to Denmark. Which is why he rises again the next morning, laid out on some desolate northern beach. He passes a hand across his face. It is damp, salt-scented from seawater. A harsh laugh bursts from his lips. So there it is. I lived. Truly, Denmark does not know if he would rather have died. He begins to walk, careless of his bare feet against the concrete pavements. Passers-by shoot their dishevelled nation bemused looks. Tousled golden hair, soft, tired eyes, a creatures of the waves lost upon land. Denmark begins to believe that he could be both. He can never leave either of his two loves for long, and it transpires that drowning every once in a while is a good cure for constant self-doubt. Instinct brings him home. One hand lifts to push the bell, but the door swings open anyway. Denmark barely has time to register everything before a pair of skinny arms fling themselves around his neck. 'Where were you?' Norway half-mumbles, half sobs into his hair. 'You're freezing!' He draws Denmark inside without waiting for an answer, fussing over him as he has not done for decades. 'Went for a swim.''I can see that. And you drowned as well, by the looks of it.' Norway's tone is gently mocking. But his face blanches sickly pale when Denmark gives a shrug. 'Den...please, tell me you didn't.''I've always loved the sea.' he says, letting Norway crush him in an even tighter embrace. 'But never more than I loved you.' Another pair of eyes lock with his own over Norway's shoulder. One moment aquamarine blue, the next bottle-green. Interchangeable, mesmerising- just like the sea. 'Den.''You came.' It is followed by a silent, but crushingly sincere apology. For drinking to forget, calling again and again at some ungodly hour, for ruining get-togethers with his loose tongue and too-bright smile. For everything. Norway will always be the sole entity holding Denmark together. But when Sweden smiles at him, younger brother reassuring the older, Denmark knows it does not matter. Because Sweden's best trait was always his ability to forgive, no matter how long it took him. And for now, that is enough. 

Thanks for the ask! :D

[ladypjmoon]

BTS FF Reads for May…

Greetings Readers!!!

Here is the BTS FanFiction Reading List for May!!!  

These are just some of the amazing stories I’ve read lately—cheers to all the talented writers out there!!!

And as always, if you enjoy a story PLEASE leave the author a comment at the links provided—I haven’t found one who doesn’t respond well to their fans!!!

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01)   Title: A Knight's Duty

Ship:  Jikook

Author:  by jeong4vr

Link:  http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/10152389

Summary: Jeon Jeongguk is the knight guarding Sierthia's crown prince Park Jimin, and well, that just happens to be easier said than done when all prince Jimin wants to do is: firstly, fuck Jeongguk, secondly, run around without letting anyone know beforehand.

My Review: This is a magic kingdom au—done extremely well, I might add!  I love how the author has Jungkook in total denial about how many times (he eludes to ONE, err sure Kook!) he’s caved to Prince Jimin’s charms—yet it only takes one visit to Yoongi’s magic shack for Jungkook to give up the lie, lol! And even though I’m a puritan when it comes to Yoonmin & Taekook—this was done right so f*ckit, I stan Jikook here—highly recommend this one—enjoy the smut...it’s magical!!! ;)  

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 02)   Title: Backseat

Ship:  Yoonmin

Author:  by nomilkonlysuga (Umekozaru)

Link:  http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/9548933.

Summary:  Yoongi is possessive. Jimin is his. Jungkook is his. With the small difference that Jungkook can't keep his fucking hands to himself, apparently. Punishment ensues.

My Review: Ok, uhm I liked this story but I also had to be in the right frame of mind to read it—not a lot of fluff and feels in this one so be forewarned—this one is rough around the edges as far as sexual content so READ the tags for more help!

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 03)   Title: Date Me

Ship:  Taekook | Vkook

Author:  by flywithtaetae (kimtaehyungs)

Link:  http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/3948544

Summary:  Taehyung flirts with the cute high school boy and relishes in the flustered reaction he gets for almost an entire year. But when the following year comes along, he finds himself choking on his own words.

My Review: Fluff and feels for this coffee shop au where Taehyung watches the young high school boy Jungkook grow into a beautiful young man and graduate before his eyes while nursing the hugest crush ever—this ends beautifully and all is right with the world...this will definitely have you smiling all the way through!        

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 04)   Title: do what you want (with my body)

Ship:  Taekook | Vkook

Author:  by aeterisks

Link:  http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/8125570

Summary:  Jeongguk isn't quite sure what the game he and Taehyung are playing right now is, but he's not going to lose.

My Review:  Flat broke college student au (God don’t miss those days, lol!) where both Taehyung and Jungkook are a little too competitive for their own good—and yet it seems to work out in their favor this time around—as they’re both harboring hidden feelings for each other that are finally explored during a visit to the local theater...there’s some great dialog and the smut is lit so read the TAGS, lol!

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 05)   Title:  Hello, I'm Min Yoongi, and I'm not desperately in love with you.

Ship:  Yoonmin

Author:  by Giveme5minutes

Link:  http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/9521771

Summary:  Where Yoongi is not so secretly pining after Jimin, Jimin is being very oblivious to his own feelings, Taehyung is very, very confused, and everyone else is just enjoying the show.

My Review: This is an absolute gem for any Yoonmin fan.  There is something so honest and organic about this story because neither Yoongi nor Jimin are rightfully aware of their own feelings—we see their love blossom through the other members memories and it’s a genuine love story that has a perfect ending...this is a favorite of mine because it’s Yoonmin love in its purest form.  Fluff and feels at its best...you won’t be sorry!

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 06)   Title: In Black Ink (My Lust May Still Shine Bright)

Ship:  Yoonmin

Author:  by Untested Waters

Link:  http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/8735260.

Summary:  It’s another Tuesday morning in the cafe when Jimin first sees him. It takes him off guard, really. It's not that Jimin stereotypes him or something like that. It's just...well, their usual crowd is a bunch of hipsters in fake glasses, ordering macchiato(s) and writing poetry on laptops covered in dorky stickers.  Min Yoongi walks into his coffee shop and completely shatters the monotony of his work life.  (or, Jimin is extremely turned on by Yoongi's tattoos and Yoongi thinks Jimin is cute)

My Review: Tattoos, piercings and sexy time—this is exactly why my heart belongs to Min Yoongi—sensual to the bone (pun intended ;) and Yoongi’s getting it done...if Jimin can stop squirming long enough and relax.  WoW! Once again this story heats up the room so read the TAGS and you might wanna NOT read this at church/mass/synagogue—just trying to keep it real...don’t want anyone passing the f*ck out, lmfao! ;)

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 07)   Title: in your eyes (it's where i wanna be)

Ship:  Yoonmin

Author:  by bonnia

Link:  http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/6602608

Summary:  Jimin pauses with his marker inches away from the cup, because — is he really going to do this? Isn’t it a bit old-fashioned to write something flirty on a coffee cup? But no matter what is churning gut says about danger and what the hell are you doing do you want to die, this guy is — with no better way to put it — totally Jimin’s Type with a capital T. (Or: Jimin accidentally starts a nickname war with the cute blonde who likes his coffee way too bitter.)

My Review: Sickeningly sweet with pet names—total fluff and feels—Jungkook is pretty extra, Taehyung is his usual blissful self and the rest of the crew is represented in a very realistic fashion...well written plot with great flow and tender theme.  This is a fun read so make sure you let bonnia know you liked it!    

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 08)   Title: knock it back

Ship:  Vhope

Author:  by bazooka

Link:  http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/8251261

Summary:  Hoseok is a monster. Taehyung is a liar. They protect and punish each other in turn.

My Review: From one of my personal favorite BTS FF authors (sigh!!!) this story is FABULOUS space au—and I’m not a Vhope shipper—but this story is done to such perfection that I cannot help myself...ILY bazooka!!!  Read anything by this author if you love BTS...ngl!!!

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 09)   Title: Warehouse Kings

Ship: Yoonmin

Author:  by Rix

Link:  http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/5556446

Summary:  If you can still feel the pain, you're just not getting hit hard enough.

My Review: Great story that gets a little violent in places—graphic depictions of violence isn’t a joke—so I caution you if you’re squeamish...other than this, the story is straight up Yoonmin slow burn set in a dystopian au so YES it’s dark but not horrible.

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 10)   Title: Side Dishes

Ship:  Yoonmin

Author:  by Elemir

Link:  http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/4352867

Summary:  Yoongi is Korea's most famous actor. He's kissed so many pretty girls that he doesn't know what love is supposed to feel like anymore.  And then he meets rookie actor Park Jimin.

My Review: A story within a story—the plot concerns a seasoned and green actor, a director and screenwriter—who come together to bring an average story to life...there are deep, soul-searching feelings locked within these 21 pages so ensure you’re ready for it.  Being who you are, who you’re meant to be and accepting the people in your life who bring out the best in you—this is a very unassuming story that packs a big psychological punch in a brief timeframe...it’s beautiful and I loved it.

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 11)   Title: take it or leave it

Ship:  Sugmon | Yoonjoon

Author:  by syubnugget

Link:  http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/6927154

Summary:  “Don’t look now, but it’s your archenemy, the Rap Monster.”  Yoongi groans. “Jesus Christ, Taehyung, that name is lame enough without you adding ‘archenemy’ before it.”  “But your rivalry is so epic, it needs words like ‘archenemy.'”  “No, it needs you to shut up.”  “What it needs is for you two to relieve some of that tension.” Taehyung waggles his brows. “Are you gonna fuck him?”  Wherein Namjoon is a smug bastard, Taehyung wants to bang a lifeguard, and Yoongi just wants to enjoy his vacation.

My Review: Best friends go on a cruise and fall in love—the dialog in this is fabulous and the characters stay true to life—great little story...don’t miss this one!

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 12)   Title: taste of your lips on me, i can't forget

Ship:  Taekook | Vkook

Author:  by locks

Link:  http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/10430463

Summary:  "Want you to fuck me so hard that it's all I can feel when I'm on my knees, praying," Taehyung whispers into his ear as he yanks Jeongguk's boxers down over his thighs, fingers sliding around to wrap around his cock. "Fuck me full of your come, Guk."  Jeongguk sends a silent apology to the man upstairs because Jesus fucking Christ.

My Review: READ THE TAGS!!!  This is church sex—it’s LIT, NGFL!!!  Hot as Hell—felt the flames lickin at my heels as I was reading this one, JFC!!!  Seriously...READ THE FUCKIN TAGS!!!  If you’re week on confession material (JFC) this will push you over the allotted limit for this life (?) or damn close to the edge anyway...warning you now.  It’s an amazing read and honestly, my breakfast got cold because I couldn’t STOP reading long enough to eat—who the hell needs food when you have Jungkook balls deep in Taehyung on a Sunday morning inside a confessional booth with a full congregation in the next room...just sayin. Read this at your own spiritual decline!!!

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 13)   Title: The Good, The Bad, and The Bangtan

Ship:  Yoonmin

Author:  by Error401

Link:  http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/5724484

Summary:   Jimin lifted his head up with an automatic smile when the door swished open, dust gusting inside from the strong winds common to the outpost. His eyes widened a little at the six angry-looking men who stomped inside, but didn’t let the smile slip from his face.  Travelers, obviously. Ones who weren’t having a good time. Well, it was to be expected on Mu 75.  “Good afternoon,” Jimin said, ducking his head in greeting and drawing their attention, and maybe some of their ire, to himself. “Can I help you with anything?” From their clothes and the advanced-looking tech of the weapons at their hips, Jimin was assuming they could pay. They had better.

My Review: This is a very veiled Yoonmin—you will need to squint and hold your tongue just so—but what I really liked about this story was Jimin’s strength...he’s conditioned not to trust anyone and yet he does.  This is truly a great story and I found myself wanting the author to actually ‘finish’ it instead of leaving me hanging...but then I always add alternate endings in my head as I’m reading...sooo, yeah it all worked out and things were perfect ;)

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 14)   Title: Untitled.mp3

Ship:  Yoonmin

Author:  by Elemir

Link:  http://download.archiveofourown.org/works/4593846.

Summary:  Jimin doesn't expect being suddenly evicted from his apartment right before his senior year of college. He also doesn't expect to move in with his quiet neighbor. And he's definitely not expecting that neighbor to be his newest music teacher, Professor Min Yoongi.

My Review: This is a good change of pace (from what I’m used to) and it serves Professor Yoongi to a point—even if he tries to hid his feelings from Jimin—and yes I said Prof Yoongi, Omg...my inner student is wanting to cause trouble ;)  

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 Well, that’s it for this month—I’ve been reading a metric f*ckton of Yoonmin lately so I’ll try to pace myself a little better next month...maybe diversify a little more but not promising anything! 

As always, let me know if you’ve fallen in love with a certain story—I’m more than willing to read BTS suggestions as long as they don’t involve the reader (personally hate these), I don’t like to muddy my BTS world with females or with anything EXO either...I just can’t, lol!

Other than that, if you have any suggestions, send me the link and I’ll check it out!!!

See you all next month!  

^___^  PJ

[haemokin]

Halloween, AMS family style. (DISCONTINUED, SHIPPING OUT)

It would appear that Chara and Amelia never actually went trick-o-treating, or remembers doing so anyway. Being raised by monsters then dying later on, along with being raised by a skeleton that should not exist can make either subject forget their past lives. And so, Frisk must take her family out to trick-or-treat, and keep them all under control. 

Now, how hard could that be?

Genre: humor

Characters: Frisk, Chara, Amelia, Azriel, Caroline and Take

Time set: 31st October.

Rating: K+

“Alright, people, meet up in the living room before we head out!” Frisk called out to all the house’s occupants. She was dressed up as an angel, using part of her Mercy cosplay (the glowing wings and halo), and a white dress. Outside, with the arrival of night, kids were walking in groups or alone, looking like various monsters of legend and recent times. Though the 7 year old in a Hans costume walking pass her window may be taking the idea too far. “What do you think?” a low voice asked from behind. Frisk turned and her eyes met Chara…. wearing her standard sweater and brown pants, but said clothing was stained with blood, as if she had taken a red paint brush and had gone wild with it. Her hair appeared to be matted with blood here and there as well. The look triggered a flashback in Frisk. First time she’d seen her, this was the look. Swallowing the sudden lump in her throat, Frisk said “Wow…. where’d you get all that blood?” “Oh, I just took the red paint. Hope you don’t mind.” Something akin to a mirror getting smashed happened in her head. “….how much did you use?” Frisk asked quietly. Now it was Chara’s turn to swallow. “Just the 1 canister in the cupboard…” she began in an offhand voice, concealing the feeling that was labeled as “You done goofed.”. “Does this wor-….k?” Amelia’s voice faltered, walking into the living room and seeing a witch stomping towards Chara, fingers flexing and un flexing. Said witch was shaken out of whatever she was about to do and looked her sister up and down, and paled considerably, one eye bursting wide open. “You know…when I said “Something scary…”…” Frisk trailed off. Amelia was wearing her anti-monster cult mask and cloak, and a plastic serrated knife was held in her right hand. “Well…this IS scary, right?” the X leader said, shuffling her feet. “Yeah sweetie, I also look scary, right?” Chara asked her wife. The angel pinched her nose and sighed. “Technically yes, but I was thinking something like-” “Mommy, how do i look?” Azriel’s voice asked from the stairway. The three dorketeers moved out of the living room and into the landing. At the top of the stairs, Azriel had moved his bandana over his mouth, and was wearing a cowboy hat, brown shirt and pants, with a holster that’s belt slung over his shoulder and looked like cheap leather. The holster had a bright orange plastic gun inside. What gave the costume the identifying feature of not a terrorist, was a golden 6-pointed badge that was pinned to his brown shirt, just over his heart. “Te-Sheriff?” Chara caught herself at the look Frisk shot her. “Yep!” the boy exclaimed. “Where’s Caroline?” Amelia asked him. His green eyes turned to his left, and he exhaled. “Ah…” he stopped. “What?” all 3 adults asked at the same time. “Wait for it…” Azriel told them. Exactly a second later,a tiny comet of black and purple smashed into his side and he fell as what appeared to be a dragon squeezed the life out of him. “Caroline…stop…” the sheriff eventually made out as the adults stared at this display of affection. The dragon (essentially black and purple sponge squares and triangles taped to her like wings and red claw extensions) released him, and Caroline’s face was visible amongst the costume. “Are you a dragon?” Frisk asked what seemed to be an obvious question, but Caroline shook her head. “Ei-dolan.” she said. Everyone looked at each other. “I showed her Final Fantasy XIII. Liked Bahamut, so…” Azriel trailed off, looking at his sister, who was flapping her wings and roaring what was probably supposed to be menacingly, but in truth it made Frisk want to run up and hug her for being the purest thing ever. The mother turned away before losing herself. “L-lets go. All your costumes are amazing.” she told everyone. 

The family walked as a pack along the pavement of the neighborhood, children all around, running across streets and knocking on doors. Take trotted behind them, stuffed into a pumpkin costume that covered the majority if his grey body. “So basically….we can do…what they are doing.” Chara looked at herself and the adults. “Yes, there is no age limit. Mostly. It’s just adults usually are busy during Halloween.” Frisk answered, glancing back at Chara and Amelia, both in their totally different category of scary. “Ok dad, watch me and Caroline do that house!” Azriel told Chara, and with Frisk’s nod of approval, the two kids ran up the porch stairs and Caroline knocked on the door, their small Jack-o-lantern buckets hit behind their backs. The ladies moved a tad closer. The oak white door opened, and a tall blonde woman was framed in the doorway. “Trick or treat!” the two declared, and presented their little buckets above them, Azriel’s bucket barely reaching the woman’s chest. “Ok then, give me a moment…” the woman reached for a bowl on a nearby table and withdrew a generous amount of candy for each of them. As the candy began to hit the thin plastic bottom with “thick” and “thock” sounds, the children nodded their approval and said “Thanks!”, Caroline just making a low “roaaaar”. “You kids have fun now, run along.” The door closed, and Azriel and Caroline came back to the angel and demons. “See Dad? It’s that simple!” the boy looked up at Chara, who was scratching the back of her neck. “Uh….I’m not to sure…” she began. Frisk was about to say some nice, encouraging words when Amelia butted in with her encouraging words. “Come on, you can probably scare them half to death and get more candy than the children combine!” Wait. “Amelia, that’s not the point to-” “Is that a challenge?” the demon asked Frisk’s sister, her eyes suddenly glowing a deep shade of red, and a smirk cutting itself into a side of the pale face. 

*Ooooooh dear*

Sarah eased herself back into the chair in the living room, though she guessed she would be back on her feet in mere minutes, if not seconds. But she could use those precious moment to continue watching- 

*KNOCK KNOCK*

Never mind. Sarah suppressed a sigh that may be heard through the door as she walked towards it, hoping the child would at least be cute to make it worth it, like those 2 kids just now. She began to open the door and looked down, expecting a kid, who’s height barely reached her knee. So when she saw brown long pants that had some blood on them and black shoes, confusion struck the blonde for a second. She looked up, and came face to face with glowing red pupils, that stared straight into her soul. In a hellish voice, the person growled “Trick. Or. Treat.” Sarah looked down to see the mouth peeling open into a maniacal smile, and black liquid was oozing out of the eyes and pouring out the mouth, dirtying her slippers. Wait, why should she care about that, there was a ****in demon on her porch! Her right hand searched and patted the cabinet for the glass bowl that was up to the brim with candy of all sorts. “H-here, take it-j-just leave me ALONE!” she screamed the last word as the demon shot her face onward by an inch, and snarled, and red and black scribbles seemed to fill her peripheral vision. Her hand slipped, the sound of the bowl smashing onto the floor, the ceiling, and nothing.

“TRICK OR-oops.” Chara stopped the act when the woman fainted and hit the carpeted floor with a heavy “THUMP!”. Hurried footsteps came from behind, and her shoulders touched Frisk’s and Amelia’s, and her legs were held by the kids. “Uh….I can…explain….” the demon said slowly, after 5 solid seconds of awkward silence. The crumpling of plastic and glass shards being moved woke the adults out of their stun,and all looked down to see the source of the noise. Azriel and Caroline had taken another handful of candy and had shoved it into their buckets. Chara looked as if she was about to say something morally correcting, then stopped and bent down to take the lion’s share. “Sorry sis.” Amelia told Frisk before getting on her knees and taking a fistful while moving the glass shards out of harms way. Frisk let this happen for a second more before clearing her throat. 5 pairs of eyes looked straight at her-Take, who was watching from the porch, responded to the sound. “People, this isn’t right, let’s wake her up and Chara, you better apologize.” she eyed her wife, who muttered something that sounded like “Yeah,ok.” And so she did, to the blonde’s pale face and blank look of shock on her face. The facial expression didn’t change when the family left, Chara closing the door gently. 

“Well that was a disaster.” Frisk commented as they made their way through the neighbourhood, reaching yet another house. “I’ll try the next house, ok?” Amelia told her sis, who considered. “Ok, you try it solo and then the rest of us go.” she relented. Amelia jumped and practically skipped the last few feet to the house, smile only growing wider and wider as she hopped up the stairs and pulled down her old AMC mask, both welcoming and hating the old feeling that returned to her. The sudden difficulty to breathe, the vision that had a red tint, the warmth of her breath covering her mouth. But at the same time, the intended usage of this mask was gonna be glorious. Who wouldn’t want free candy, after all… She pushed the doorbell, and got her plastic pumpkin bucket behind her back. She’ll show Chara how to actually trick-or-treat… The door clicked, and the white oak door opened to reveal a man wearing a green shirt and white boxers, and his eyes widened at the sight of the cloaked figure, and more particularly, the red mask that replaced the face. “Trick Or Treat!” Amelia chimed, presenting the bucket. He had a similar reaction to Sarah, not that she Amelia knew that. Widening eyes, back stepping, arms scrambling for the sweets. “Just take it, don’t hurt me!” he said, the normally strong man reduced to Jello, tossing fistfuls of candy at the cloaked figure. Amelia, meanwhile, raised her bucket to receive the shotgun-blasts of candy. “Uh…mister, are you alright?” she asked after thinking she got enough, lowering her bucket. “ST-STAY THE **** AWAY!” he screamed, and rushed and kicked the door shut. Amelia stood on the porch for a second, then shrugged and went back to her family, somewhat proud of herself. “Got it!” she presented her bucket to Frisk, who glanced at the contents. “Hey Caroline look, Aunt Amelia has some toffee stuck in the folds of her cloak, let’s grab it!” Azriel notified his sister, and they began conducting a body search on her person. She ignored this successfully, and the children earned themselves 5 pieces of candy, stuck to her cloak because there was a tear in them, and it was leaking out a bit. Frisk looked at her suspiciously, but decided to now question and just go with it, going up with the rest of the family to trick-or-treat the house. Amelia examined a nearby tree for the 3 minutes they were gone. When they came back, Frisk didn’t look as happy as she was before. “What, the guy didn’t give you as much candy?” the sister asked. “No, he told me that a cult member had come and trick-o-treated him and told Chara to try and find the member and punch them in the face.” the ambassador answered through grit teeth, and a blue shine pierced through her brown hair. “Oh.”

The next hour and a half was under very strict supervision from Frisk, the entire family moving as a pack around the neighbourhood.