#the higher the heels the closer u are to heaven

[fairyoftbz]

Étoilé | m. kevin

🏵 pairing: bf!Kevin x fem!reader 🏵 genre: fluff, suggestive  🏵 word count: 2.5k 🏵 tw: suggestive themes, a very badly written make-out session in the water 🏵 synopsis: you thought that you’d celebrate your relationship anniversary like every other couple, but Kevin had another plan in mind. 🏵 requested: yes! thank u!! 🏵 a/n: i apologise if it’s cringe or in a rush, i’m still not used to writing this type of thing! i hope it’s any good...

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Today was a special day for you and Kevin. Celebrating your third year together, happiness hadn't left you since you met this young, talented man. You were over the moon (no pun intended) when you first started dating this little ray of sunshine, and you don’t know where you would be or what you would do if he had never appeared in your life. He brought so much positivity in your life that you could only thank him for making you a better person and the happiest girl on earth.

And today was the day to celebrate those beautiful years of common life. Kevin and you had made sure that you were clear of any type of schedule or appointments to make the most of this beautiful day. In addition to that, the weather seemed to be on your side considering the temperature skyrocketing as the hours passed, not a single cloud on the horizon ready to come and ruin your day, none of that. It looked like even the stars were ready to celebrate your anniversary by offering you the warmth necessary. 

You had talked about your plans a few days prior, and you were the one to come up with a beautiful idea. Why not going back to the places that were essential throughout your three years of common life? 

Kevin instantly agreed with the idea, suggesting places that brought back beautiful memories. You managed to narrow down the places you wanted to visit again to three.

The first place was the coffee shop where you worked as a student with his sister, the one who made this relationship possible by introducing you to him one night during an aperitif at the shop. You remembered how attractive you found him, being a spluttering mess the entire night spent getting to know each other better. 

The next spot was the abandoned field a few streets away from your apartment building. As for your second date, he had prepared a picnic and you spent the entire day there, flirting like two teenagers. You played around and joked for a while, Kevin suddenly asking you to kiss him. Wanting to play around and tease him, you only kissed his cheek and scurried away, leaving an offended Kevin behind. After running out of breath while trying to flee from your date chasing you, you fell back on the picnic tablecloth and timidly pecked his lips before pulling away, your boyfriend becoming flustered by your actions, a bit disappointed that it didn’t last any longer. 

And the third place was at the beach, where you spent the entire day together, enjoying the ocean and the sun as much as you could. Kevin, being the hopeless romantic that he is, asked you to be his girlfriend as the sun was setting, making the scene unforgettable. You still remembered it, even three years later, gladly telling the story to anyone with a huge smile on your face.

You were so sure to have become the protagonist of a fiction that you had to pinch yourself after he had asked you out, just to make sure that you weren’t hallucinating.

And today, you felt all giddy to back to the same place you went to for your second date. just like the first time, he prepared a nice picnic and messaged you to meet him up at the same spot as a few years prior. 

Kevin looked handsome when you arrived, and you were excited to spend the day together. Everything surrounding you was gorgeous, you took a lot of pictures from the scenery and your boyfriend, having fun and flirting like the first time until the sun decided to leave. However, instead of acting cute, Kevin was more teasing, sometimes borderline explicit, just to see the bashful look on your face.

“Stooop, not this loud,” you playfully nudged him in the ribs and he cockily raised his eyebrow, breaking into a laugh. 

He swiftly tackled you to the ground and hovered above you, nearing his face to yours while whispering sweet nothings into your ears. You grabbed his face and gently grabbed it away from you to press your lips against his, slowly making out with him. 

“So I am not allowed to whisper things to you, but you can kiss me like that?” he said while pulling away, making you giggle as you looked to the side. “You know that there are families around, with children, trying to have a good time together. So try to keep your needs to the bedroom, baby,” he teased, and you rolled your eyes with a huff, knowing that he felt the same as you did.

His teasing grin confirmed what you thought, the light in his eyes changing into something quite different, hotter, needier. With only one look, you understood the other and immediately packed everything, putting away things in a rush, Kevin on your heels as you dashed to the car park of the supermarket nearby. When you were in the car, giggling like a schoolgirl as the exhilaration rushed through your veins, your boyfriend’s hand resting on your thigh as it innocently trailed higher the closer you got from your apartment, breath itching in your throat each time he teased you even more. 

Yet, as you were about to take the small street to reach your building, Kevin decided differently by driving right past it, speeding away after taking a sudden turn. Your eyes watched the street sign and you smiled as he started following a route to a well-known spot: the beach. 

In the thrill of getting out of the car, you took the untidily folded tablecloth and bolted to the beach, laying it on the sand before happily sitting down between Kevin’s legs. His arms immediately surrounded your waist and his mouth trailed open-mouthed kisses on the skin of your neck, making you shudder at the sensation. Kevin smirked as you were easily affected by his touch, laid hold of your waist to press you further against him.

You smiled and gave a half-suppressed laugh as you pressed your cheek on his shoulder, getting lost in the sensation as you struggled to suppress the moans that were already threatening to spill at the abandoned field.  Your boyfriend stopped for a while and you sighed in relief, feeling your heartbeat slowly calming down as he stopped his ardent attack on your neck.

“I have an idea,” Kevin declared, now huskily whispering in your ear. “Yeah?” you replied as his hand gently caressed your thighs up and down. “Do you follow me?” you slightly frowned at his words, turning your body around as you watched him get up. He took off his baseball cap and dropped it on the tablecloth, grabbing the back of his V-neck sweater and took it off before unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt. 

“You wanna go in the water?” You stated, observed getting into work, earning a smirk from the man standing in front of you. “Isn’t it a good idea?” Smirking, he threw his shirt at you while biting his lower lip, rolling your eyes at his comment. “The last in the water will do the dishes until September!” he yelled as he was about to take off his jeans, only to watch you spring on your feet and removed your dress, getting ahead of him as you wore fewer items of clothing than him.

He froze for a quick second as he saw the sheer, sexy white lingerie you hid under the fabric of your dress, his distracted eyes allowing you to take the lead and run towards the ocean at full speed. The water was cold but the burning sensation travelling your body didn’t prevent you from entering the ocean. It managed to cool you down instantly as you got water to your stomach, gazing at a defeated Kevin that arrived a few seconds after you.

“That is so unfair,” he said while entering the water, dragging you by the waist in deeper water as you laughed. 

With your hands resting on his shoulders, he glanced at you with a smirk tugging on his lips, wrapping your legs around his waist. Hair framed your face in the most gorgeous way, Kevin observing you with admiring eyes, a gentle smile appearing on his face. 

“You are gorgeous Y/N. You never told me you were wearing this set though,” he mumbled, without being affected by the small waves, looking at you with a sudden sparkle of lust illuminating his eyes. “Oh. My mistake. I should have undressed in front of everyone at the field to show you,” you murmured with a mocking smile, only to have Kevin roughly grabbing the back of your head to pull you against his mouth, messily kissing your lips as he hungrily held you tight against him.

The hotness of your bodies grinning against the other was almost enough to warm up the entire ocean, his touches lingered in your mind as his hands travelled lower to grab your ass. You hated to admit it, but Kevin only needed to kiss you with all his might to make you melt in a small puddle of love. It was delicious, you couldn’t even deny it, his hands kneading the flesh of your butt cheeks always achieved to make you feel some type of way. Just feeling him against you felt like heaven, pressed chests heaving together as you were about to lose yourself to him. 

“Don’t play with me, baby,” he mumbled against your lips before kissing you again with more eagerness this time. You grabbed the shorter hair at the back of his head and tugged on it, Kevin emitting a groan against your lips.

Pulling away, he slowly yet roughly grabbed your lower lip between his teeth, tugging and playing with it as his hands were busy playing with the wet lace underwater, pursing your lips to stifle a whimper. 

Lust and arousal filled your eyes as you stared at Kevin, barely keeping them open at the intensity of the emotions you were feeling. He let go of a hand on your ass to come and gently cup your throat, tongue slowly entering your mouth and easily dominating yours as you felt a rush of heat bolting south, a small moan escaping your mouth.

“I’ll never get over how easily you get turned on with just with my hand around your throat,” he chuckled, and you groaned, slightly annoyed at how cocky he sounded. 

Kevin acted all smug and playful, but you also knew he was slowly losing his mind at how much he loved and cared for you. The only thing that he wanted to do right now was showing you all the love he had for you, but he also knew that words and actions weren’t going to be enough to even reach how much he loved you.

You wanted to talk back, but he was quick to silence you by trailing his hand to your cheek to cradle it while his mouth went the opposite direction, leaving prominent hickeys on the smaller ones that he gave you on the beach and at the field. Your eyes rolled at the back of your head and your stomach did somersaults at the overwhelming sensation. 

“I think that’s enough foreplay. Don’t you think?” you said, and his mouth stretched into a smirk, dying the following second as he kept on taking the right path to send you to cloud nine.  “Someone’s quite eager tonight, hm? Let me take care of you, love,” he whispered and disappeared in between your breasts.

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Chests rising and falling against the other, Kevin gave you a quick kiss on the lips and another one on your jaw before walking closer to the shore hand in hand, feeling the exhaustion washing over you. With an arm crossing over your breasts just in case, you picked up the discarded bra on the sand that your boyfriend threw a few moments prior, holding it away from you as it was wet and sandy.

You both quickly paced to your tablecloth, drying yourselves as best as you could as you got dressed again, relieved when you noticed that no one had stolen anything during your little lovemaking session. The adrenaline rushed through your veins as you pulled your dress over your body again, shivering as you felt the lace wet some parts of your dress. Quickly discarding the panties off your legs for some comfort, you glanced at your boyfriend who was rebuttoning his shirt as if nothing happened.

“Naughty girl,” he smirked as he detailed your actions, handing you his V-neck sweater. “I’m not that cold,” you stated but took it anyway, Kevin breaking in a fit of laughter. “Your nipples say otherwise, darling, or it's the thrill of getting freaky in the ocean maybe?” your eyes widened at his boldness, a shocked, playful look painting your face before putting his sweater on. “You perv,” you giggled, and he shook his head, grabbing the panties you were holding and tucked them in his jeans back pocket.

Turning back to the ocean, you looked at the dark blue water, the starry sky and the moon illuminating the small waves and the foam crashing on the sand before vanishing back in the salty water. You sighed and softly smiled, two arms wrapping around your shoulders in a much gentler way than a few moments prior.

“What are you thinking about, Y/N?” Kevin whispered in your ear and you lifted a hand to rest it on one of his forearms, enjoying your boyfriend’s hold and warmth surrounding you. The teasing atmosphere had disappeared, getting replaced by something deeper, softer. “Look at the sky, it looks gorgeous,” you whispered as if speaking louder would break the moment. Kevin kissed your cheek, lips lingering on your skin and you smiled, gently turning your head to peck his lips. Everything was slower, gentler, and softer as if your actions in the water were just a great memory. “It is indeed gorgeous, there’s nothing compared to you admiring it,” he whispered, and you smiled, a delicate warmth engulfing your heart in a hug at his cheesy words.

Boy, this man was a flirt, but you adored it. It made you feel like you were still in the chasing part without the doubt of not being this type, and you could stay in this state forever.

“I love you,” you whispered, and Kevin placed himself in front of you, lifting your head with his finger under your chin, admiring your face as pure love adorned his pupils.  “I love you too Y/N, to the moon and back. I love you even more than all the stars in the sky tonight. Happy anniversary, love,” he whispered before taking your hand, lifting it to his lips to press a gentle kiss on top.

You shivered at the contact and Kevin drew you closer to him, lips connecting with your forehead before you started to walk back to his car. 

He was the best thing that had ever happened to you.

[babykyunbun]

Royal beauty||Lim Changkyun

🌜Pairing🌛: Prince!Lim Changkyun and princess!F-reader

🌜Summery🌛: smut, fluff and minor angst. Royalty au!, arranged marriage au!, unprotected sex (please wrap it up, be safe),honestly I don’t know what else put in the summery. Just please read it♡

Also please listen to scent while reading this, I listened to this bop on repeat while writing it and yES💋

I’ve been thinking about this forEVER. I’ve been working on this for about 2 weeks now so I hope it’s good:))Also my read more links don’t work So I’m sorry about that “-“

I also mention cucumber, minhyuk if you see this I’m sorry please don’t attack me

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You sat with a scowl on your face, playing with the food on your plate. Your body hunched over, in a lazy manner. The words leaving the boys lips making your head ache, you couldn’t deal with this. You huffed, pushing your plate away before resting your head on your hands. You definitely looked like an immature child and you didn’t care.

“Elbows off the table y/n, back straight, a smile on your face would be great. Don’t be disrespectful” your fathers voice bellowed through the large hall. You lifted your head up noticing everyone’s eyes on you, again you huffed and did what you were told. Rolling your eyes about 20 times in the process.

“Please eat y/n, our cook made this just for you” your mother whispered to you, giving you a smile before going back to the conversation she was having. You picked up your fork and scooped up a piece of sweet corn, eating it then pushing the plate away. Changkyun was watching, his temper rising at your unpalatable manner.

“You either eat and treat our guests with veneration or you can go to our room and stay there” changkyun spoke, picking up his glass of wine before taking a sip. Glaring at you with dark eyes. You felt intimidated but you’d never show that. His dark eyes leaving a shiver running through your body.You let out a sarcastic laugh, shaking your head.

“Sorry, am I not being the perfect fucking princess for you?” You chuckle out, rolling your eyes. You hear a loud bang coming from the other side of the table where your father sat.

“That’s it y/n, I’ve had enough of your rudeness. No profanity will happen in these walls.please leave this table”your eyes widen at your fathers words. You look over at changkyun, shaking your head again before getting up. Picking the sides of your gown up before walking to the large oak door. You bow at the guards before walking out, moving slightly over to the left so no one could see you. Listening in to see if anyone would mention something about your attitude.

“I’m very sorry about that my kind guests, I don’t know what has gotten into her. I’m also very sorry changkyun, she will apologise for her words” you walked away before you could hear anymore. He had your parents wrapped around his little finger, it’s disgusted you.

He wasn’t like the other princes you had met, he was cocky and had way too much self love. It’s like he only cared about himself and his appearance, you honestly didn’t see what your parents saw in him.

🌜~~~~~~~~~~🌛

You were already asleep when changkyun came to bed, your body wrapped in the silky sheets. He noticed your reddened cheeks, like you had been crying. His heart slowly dropped, the feeling of sorrow ran through his body. He only treated you the way you treated him, oh he wished he could wrap you up in his arms and treat you like a queen. He knew that wasn’t happening any time soon though.

After he had rid himself of his blue suit, he climbed into bed next to you,Facing your direction. His hand coming to dust the hair out of your face, so he could see you better. A small smile forming on his lips. His hand moved to yours, lacing his fingers with yours.

“You are beautiful my princess”he whispered, closing his eyes waiting for sleep to consume him. If only he had knew the moment he walked in you awoken.

You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach, and for once something he said didn’t get on your nerves. You wanted to hear more of it.

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6:03 AM

The clock reads (does that make sense?), you groan sitting up slightly. Removing the arm wrapped around your waist carefully, you let out a chuckle at man in front of you. His face smashed against the pillow, slobber running down his chin. Still feeling slightly giddy from last night.

You’re honestly shocked at how your demeanour has changed with him. You wanted to punch him a couple of hours ago, now you wanted to repay him for everything you did.

You slowly rose out of bed, careful of the sleeping changkyun. So today, to say sorry you are going to make him breakfast. Well try.

After putting on a simple, short yellow dress followed but a cute little apron you make your way to the kitchens. Greeting Elizabeth, one of the best cake makers around, before getting the ingredients for the Changkyuns feast.

“So, what are you doing in the kitchens princess?” Liz asks you with a questioning gaze, in her hands a tray filled with cute little fondant butterflies. You turn around, showing her the piece of pork you had been cutting into thin slices.

“I’m making my husband breakfast, to say sorry for my tasteless attitude” you say, a small smile gracing your lips at your choice of word to call him. A loud gasp fills the kitchen, the sound of the tray hitting the table followed soon after. You turn to look, she had the most wide eyes. Her mouth wide open and her hands clutching her apron.

“Who are you? What have you done with the princess? I thought you hated his guts”She rapped out, still her expression not changing. You let out a small giggle, shaking your head at her.

“I’ve been too hard on him liz, it’s time for me to change. He’s not as bad as I thought” you say, letting out a small sigh. Continuing on with cutting the bacon.

“See, i knew you would see it. You two are perfect for each other” She giggles, rubbing your shoulder before walking away to finish her tasks.

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You carefully push the cart filled with palatable food, not wanting to ruin your creations. Making your way to your bedroom, you swiftly open the door. Getting a little too excited. A squeak leaving your lips as you see changkyun, wide awake with a book in his hands. Cute circled glasses sitting on the bridge of his nose.

“U-um goodmorning changkyun” you whisper, pushing the trolley closer to the bed. Running your hands down your dress before sitting down next to him. You divert your eyes to look at his face, noticing the way his plump lips form into a smile.

“Goodmorning to you too princess, did you make this. It looks divine” his voice raspy from just waking up. It always affected you, making you rub your thighs together. You nod your head, reaching your hand out to grip a slice of cucumber. Popping it into your mouth.

“I just want to say sorry for my actions, my words, just for treating you badly” you say, letting your gaze fall to the floor. You feel his hand grip yours, lacing your fingers together.

“I understand why you treated me like that, no one would be happy if their parents arranged them a marriage when they didn’t want one. Please don’t apologise” he says as his other hand comes up to softly grip the side of your face. Pulling your head to the side so you could look at him. Your whole body froze, your heart beating 30 times a second.

He places a chaste kiss to your parted lips, his eyes staying closed for a second longer after pulling away from you. You still felt his breath on your lips, letting you know he was still close. You opened your eyes, meeting his. Your heart melting at the chocolate coloured eyes that stared into yours.

“I want you” you whisper out, panic running through your body the second the sinful words left your lips. You go to pull away but again his lips press yours. A deep moan leaving him in the process. Your hand running up to grip his hair, pulling at the soft strands.

He slowly pushes you down onto the silk Comforter,wrapping his large hands around your thighs were your dress had bunched up. The scent of him wrapping you up and consuming you making your head a little fuzzy.

You grind your hips up into him, relishing in the sound of his muffled groans. Your tongues intertwining perfectly with each other. It felt like heaven.

He broke away, his breathing heavy just like yours. You felt your heart stop, he’s preposessing. The way his hair fell against his forehead so beautifully, his lips slightly chapped but still so kissable.

“You’re so beautiful my princess” again those words that made you fall head over heels for him, making your heart swoon. You giggle, looking around the room so you don’t meet his eyes.

“Look at me, while I take you and make you mine” he growls, placing a wet kiss to your neck. His hands running down to bunch more of your dress up so he could see you. His fingers rubbing you other the thin material of your panties. Your cheeks heating up at his actions, small little whimpers leaving your cherry red lips.

A groan leaving his lips as he started to feel your panties dampen, with your essence. The way your whines got higher in pitch, he didn’t bother shushing you. You sounded angelic, the best music he’s ever heard. His fingers wrap around the band of your panties pulling them down slowly until they slid off.

“Keep the dress on, it’s adorable” he giggles out, rubbing the cotton fabric in between his fingers. He pulls away from you, climbing off of the bed. He pulls his shorts down, revealing his hard cock to you. A pang of heat burning in your tummy, making a long moan leave you.

“Please, my husband I need it”you beg, running your hand down your stomach then to your heat. Rubbing your pulsating clit, Letting your head fall back against the pillow.

Changkyun swore he’d never seen something more mouth watering than what he was witnessing now. He wanted to shred every inch of the innocence away from you, make you his, make you scream his name. So everyone heard it, so everyone in the palace knew you belong to him.

“You ready baby” his voice soft now, in a comforting way. You let out a little “yes”, nodding your head. He places one last kiss to your lips before pushing into you slowly. A loud cry leaving your lips at the stretch, your hands clawing at his soft skin.

“Shh, shh you’re okay baby” he whispers, smothering your neck in wet kisses. Dampening your hot skin. He pauses his movements, letting you adjust to his size.

After a couple of minutes, he slowly bucks into you, listening to your loud heavenly moans that filled the room. Building up speed gradually.

The sounds of skin on skin, your cries, Changkyuns deep growls was all that was heard that morning. Everything else seemed to stop.

You were in heaven, a heaven you wanted to be in for a life time.

Changkyun was your heaven.

[holylulusworld]

My crazy girl

Request: Hi ur writing is amazing I love the emotions in it and its not fake very realistic lol💓 if ur still taking requests can u write a Jensen x reader were the reader is a very popular pop singer but very dif like she has a whole bunch of tats and likes to die her hair different colors and she younger than him like her earlier 20s and everyone finds out their dating and goes crazy asking questions and he’s at a con and they ask him a lot of questions and she surprises him 2 part I love ur writing thank u

Pairing: Jensen x Singer!Reader, Jared Padalecki, Misha Collins, Robert Speight Jr.

Warnings: angst (a hint), fluff

There will be a second part soon...

 Looking at the pictures of you on his phone Jensen smiles. Your hair is dyed in green and pink this time.

The next picture shows you new tattoo. Dedicated to his show you got an anti-possession tattoo at your hip.

The night you showed him the tattoo he couldn’t keep his hands to himself. Licking his lips he waits to go on stage, still thinking of you.

Jared is coming closer, watching his friend smiling. Since he met you last year he seems to be so happy.

At first, Jensen was worried as you're almost 15 years younger, but now he doesn’t care any longer. He loves your crazy side. Your hair, your tattoos, and your wonderful voice.

The moment he heard you singing “Carry on my wayward son” at the last Con (as Kansas couldn’t make it this time) he was done for.

Now he's head over heels, hopeless in love with you. Jensen asked you to sing with him during the con this time but you couldn't make it. Also, you were worried that the fandom and the press will go rampant.

Still a bit disappointed Jensen looks at today's schedule. He will sing “Carry on my wayward son” later to end the first day of the con. He just wished he could sing it with you.

“Ready, Jay?” Jared asks.

“Sure. Ready as always.”

“So Y/N couldn’t make it?”

“No, she has a benefit concert for children with cancer in Boston.” Jensen sighs. He knows how important this concert is for you. When you were younger your little sister died of cancer. Still, he's missing you.

“Are we all ready?” Misha asks.

“Jensen and I are ready. You?”

“Sure. But no pranks this time.” Misha warns.

“I would never prank you, Mish,” Jared says grinning.

“Alright, Jare, Jay, Mish we are ready,” Robert calls out.

Walking on stage the cast greets their fans. Squealing and calling their names the fans greet Jensen, Jared, Misha, and Richard.

Jensen loves his fans, loves doing cons but today he would rather be by your side at the concert. Waiting for you. He knows that this is hard for you. It will remind you of your deceased little sister.

After taking place on their chairs all waiting for the fans to ask questions about the show or anything else.

“I have a question for Jensen,” a girl says.

“Go ahead,” Jared rumbles.

“Is it true that you’re dating Y/N/N?” She asks and Jensen flushed red. Squirming in his seat he tries to hide his nervous state.

You and he agreed to not be too public with your relationship. Well, the the press found out some weeks ago but he had hoped no one would ask him today.

“Jensen?” Misha says.

"Huh? Uh…yeah, we're dating for over a year now," Jensen finally admits.

“Isn’t she a bit young?” A guy asks.

“You are never too old to fall in love with a beautiful woman. Yes, she’s 25 and I turned 40 but doesn’t matter for us.” Jensen grunts annoyed.

“Do you want to marry her?” Another fan asks.

“We haven’t talked about that theme yet. But I wouldn’t say ‘no’.”

“Well any questions for Misha, Richard or me?” Jared asks to help his friend out.

“Do you like her tattoo’s?” Another girl asks.

"They are all beautiful," Jensen answers smiling.

"And her crazy hair color?" The girl wants to know.

“I like crazy.” He chuckles now.

"Maybe you should dye your hair in blue, Jay," Jared says laughing.

“I could do that but I don’t think Eric would like it. Dean doesn’t do blue…”

“Except he’s drunk,” Misha chuckles.

“Exactly,” Richard adds.

“I have another question for Jensen,” A young guy says.

“Yeah. Bring it.” Richard says grinning.

“Do you want children with her? I mean you’re 40. Time is ticking.”

Jared looks at the angry face of his friend. Knowing he will explode every moment he jumps in to save the day.

"I think that are enough question about Jensen and Y/N. How about asking Misha and Richard or me some questions. This is an SPN con so how about asking things about the show or if Castiel will finally get a new trench coat?"

Finally, the fans stopped asking questions about you and him. Taking a deep breath Jensen listens to his friends answering questions about the show. About their characters or the Impala.

“He still hasn’t answered my question about children!” The guy from before grunts.

Jensen is beyond annoyed and angry but he remains calm. Smiling he answers the guy's question.

“With Y/N I can imagine everything. Children, marriage or robbing a bank!”

At that the audience starts clapping their hands and the guy turns crimson.

Around half an hour later it's time to sing the song and end the first day of the con.The band is ready, just like Jensen.

Taking the microphone he wants to sing the first lines but then he hears a voice singing…

 Carry on my wayward son For there'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more

Smiling he looks into your direction to start singing his lines.

Once I rose above the noise and confusion Just to get a glimpse beyond the illusion I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man Though my mind could think I still was a mad man I hear the voices when I'm dreamin', I can hear them say

Walking toward Jensen you can hear the fans call your and Jensen’s name. Singing along you smile at your boyfriend.

Carry on my wayward son For there'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more

 Jensen holds out his hand while singing his part.

Masquerading as a man with a reason My charade is the event of the season And if I claim to be a wise man, it surely means that I don't know On a stormy sea of moving emotion Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean I set a course for winds of fortune, but I hear the voices say

Your hand squeezes his. His eyes are focussed on you while you sing your next part.

Carry on my wayward son For there'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest Don't you cry no more

At this Jensen moves one arm around your back to bring you closer to him. A smile crosses your lips before you continue singing.

Carry on, you will always remember Carry on, nothing equals the splendor Now your life's no longer empty Surely heaven waits for you

Carry on my wayward son For there'll be peace when you are done Lay your weary head to rest

After you sang your last line Jensen drops the microphone to cup your face with his hands. His lips find yours to kiss you softly. When he finally releases your lips you both sing the missing line.

Don't you cry no more…

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[some-bitch-named-destyni]

The Mad Machine

at this time of day, the day hasnt begun yet.

its silent, dark and still.

mostly like my state of mind. and where am i going?

what will i do, what will i forge from this mass of time yet to be had,

still forming in front of me. still begining to settle into exsistence..

the nights on her way about to be bourne into a breakIng light.

the dawn is close and from inside my blonde mind i feel the spirits settle into place.

the whole of life is getting ready. soon the sin will come

and the makers mark will be stamped into the heavens

illuminate the unseen reastless, the remains and on their way out

and then burning flames of fire 93 million miles out from where i sit here

waiting for this day to become alive

to be here, present, to breathe its first and take its first....

who is doing this for the last time .....who is waking one more six a.m. to make it to work

who will drink their last coffe in the next hour?

who hasnt finished things, they have waited their entire life to...

who will this measure of moment claim as it becomes viable, seeable, touchable in front of me

i see the bushes begin to wrestle, the sky begin to change, from black to dark blue, then mid blue

and its forming

its being born around me in the air im connected with here by opening up the door

opening up my soul to blend into the coming new day, to accept the hands of fate

to bargin one last time with chance and mental illness

the sun rises and the angels and demons flex and begin in motion all around and

life is happening one more time

to be greeted by one more opportunity to suffer

one more guarantee of smoke and focus and listess hours of no peace

no pride

no love

no reason

i have an itch as i feel the froming morning touch the tissue in my nerve endings and surround, swirl and sustain me in surreal understanding that im not stopping it.

no one is.

the day will be real in one hour. the time will arrive, and move and keep going and drag us all into its bitter cruel grasp , and then provide for the platform from which the undone, the unsatisfied forgotten and wasted therein suddenly UNbecome the essence of understanding higher concious, and regress to UNeternal, UNuniversal, UNable to continue as energy and BEcome disconnected from the oneness that life and all things are together..,seeing that this force of nature in harmony was always the beautiful lie bekieved by desperate sad fools to pacify our crushing weight of seperation by having been trapped in mortal skin and lend faith that only need be in place for the purpose of worsening the impact of truly being what we and all that can feel are and mean in our core...NOTHING. NEVER. no point, no divinity, no sanctity, and no where to go after the last breath as it settles in that there is no thing binds us all, because we exsist to simpl matter as least as we can be actualized into matteringl that, awaits, instead of the lie we will continue on in any remotely justifing pattern. its all here for nothing, we go nowhere.we find no ultimate value because in reality.... we are meant to experience and generate the lack of worth, the structure of pain from losing any significance. and in this stark realization....our exsistance of disharmony and violence regretfully Iver takes us.

me. overtakes me. fullfill true human nature and begin an afterlife thrived from the opposite of substance.

worst. the worst thingbu can think of or be told. its the only thing there, or that makes us, me, serve our function.........

im not stopping it. im not slowing it down. im not escaping it. u cant relax reality...u just cant.

and im able to tap into these natural certainties lately, see the dead still not departed, retain awareness that each new day is a new reason for the leaves to change, the wind to burn , the flowers to wither and the hands of hate to close strong around the hope this universe insists must

come

to

an

end

and i see the things aroumd me now the sun has begun to give creedence to the possibility.

tje worst of al, enemies . possibility. its inevitable. with every dawn, once again we vome back to attention just to be dashed uppn our graves like thpusand year old samd forgotten blowing lifelessly for eternity.

thats what today is. tjats all this day is. its what i, watching and feeling life force on us.

wothout tomorow, u would never be worse.

without tomorrow you would never lose again

without tomorrow u could just lie atill

without tomorrow you could just pretend

so each new experience in the change between the night and the dawn, i suddenly plug in

weather i want to, with the bees and bords and fox and geese and fish and ground and dirt and sound and thoughts about the family dead solhiers left behind when they died a thousand years ago...i plug into the other side, and see the truth of finality.

as we are here, every day is anothee reason to be terified and consu,ed with gloomy onsession.

and when we are gone, we stay like that forever . part of this mad machine

an eternal piece of the construct that causes chaos, brings happines to an end, makes certain all pleasure faded and grips us gentle hard enough our spirits leak the essence of misery fuel to keep the heels turning

i get plugged into this when the new oppotunity comes

every morning just at day break

maybe im getting closer?

maybe todsy is my day

maybe this is my last morning. my last coffee. my last post on tumblr.

maybe my parents will know the unhealing wound of living long enough to bury a child finally.

maybe im close, and i can feel it all like this because its coming closer now

in these mornings, im startimg to get close enough that i cam hear through the wall

that i can hear the other side...

when the sun is fully risen in a moment, i become fair game just like we all do.

and my chances may end. all that i am and ever was, ever did, ever thought, ever felt or loved or needed or lived or ,ade or gave or took or shared or wanted or hoped for

hoped for

maybe today, will be the day its all turned into half hearted recollection by someone i cant ever see or touch or kiss again

so let the sun rise now, as i can see its thoughtless intention on forcing one more day into the galaxy, and let it take full stance above us all.

and remain there clear and fixed, to show me, to show you, to show remind us all

of the sky doesnt look dark today...u arent looking hard enough.

if ull pay attention....u will see whats waiting for you in the echo. in the eternal. in the mad machine....

[pandabearlikes]

Temporary Affairs II

Table of Contents 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13

Chapter o1.  Unasked Questions

  Clothed in a dark teal drape dress, you rubbed your slightly protruding belly in front of the mirror.  It was so miraculous to you how another human being was slowly growing inside of you.  Large hands wrapped around your body.  Turning around, your glowing eyes met with the dark twinkling ones of your handsome husband.  He nuzzled his nose against your neck before rewarding the side of your face with a delicate kiss.  With a toothy grin, you turned around and automatically fell into his chest.  Squeezing tightly against him, you let out a light giggle when your baby bump prohibited you from getting any closer.

  “Guess I’ll have to say goodbye to big, warm hugs,” you sighed out of contentment rather than unhappiness. 

  “It’s okay, Jagiya, I can always hug you from behind,” your husband tried to cheer you up and you nodded in agreement.

  With his thumb, he tenderly stroked your jaw and bent over to place his lips on top of yours.  Your cheekbones soared up to the hollows of your eyes as you smiled into the kiss.  Breaking the kiss, you held your husband’s face in your small hands and gazed into his captivating eyes.  Even though you two were married already and about to welcome your first child, you sometimes still reminiscence about your first meeting and all the bickering between you two until slowly your lust for him morphed into true love and his annoyance toward you turned into pure adoration. 

  He leaned in again to give the feathers of your lashes a little tender love and care.  You returned his gift by sucking lightly on the crook of his neck.  He bent his head back and groan so you ran your fingers through his hair.  His eyes rolled back in pleasure causing you to flush a familiar tinge of pink. 

  “Oppa…” you puckered your lips and went on your tippy toes. 

  Stroking your cheek, he smiled with his eyes and leaned over to grant you your wish but just as his thick lips grazed over yours, a knock interrupted your love affair. 

  “Jongin-ah!  ________ah!  Time to go, are you guys ready?” your mother-in-law’s voice rung from the doorway.

  Pouting, you crinkled your nose and your feet fell flat against the floor.  Jongin pinched your nose.

  “Coming, Omma!” he responded.

  Extending his hands out, his fingers interlaced through yours as he gently tug for you to follow.  He doesn’t let it go even through the car ride.  In fact, his grasp only tightened protectively around you as soon as you two entered the crowded venue.  Due to your husband’s firm prohibition for you to wear the slightest heels, your feet were incased in super flat flats – the flattest flats he could find.  Thus, making you extremely shorter than him.

  You whimpered.

  “What’s wrong?” Jongin asked, stopping in his tracks. 

  “These shoes are so flat, I feel like I am getting sucked into the ground,” you whined.

  “But we need to take special precaution for the baby, especially since my wife likes to fall on flat surfaces,” he explained.

  “But I’m not even that big yet.  I can totally balance myself.  Oppa, can I please change to some heels?” you pleaded, swaying his hand from side to side cutely. 

  “Nope.  No can do.  Right, my Little Bean?” Jongin spoke, patting your baby bump. 

  “But I’m not even tall enough to kiss you,” you mumbled in a whisper more to yourself than to him. 

  Your husband chuckled and bent over to hover flirtatiously over you.  On your tippy toes, you puckered your lips anticipating the soft touch of his juicy lips but instead Jongin’s face got higher and higher.  Confused, you looked down to realize he was also teasingly on his tiptoes.  An adorable whimper escaped from your lips and you slapped your husband’s chest.  This only caused him to laugh louder so you released his hand, crossed your arms, and pretended to walk off. 

  “Jagiya…” he chased after you, still chuckling. 

  He pulled you by the arm and pinned you against the wall.  Smiling, he leaned over again and kissed your lips zealously.  You squealed when he sucked on your lower lip before letting go.

  “Aigoo.  You two need to get a room,” a young man spoke.

  Instantly, you recoiled and bowed to greet your visitor.

  “Luhan-hyung,” Jongin called and they embraced into a tight hug. 

  “This is my wife, _______ ________,” your husbanded introduced then turned to you, “Jagiya, this is Lu—”

  You cut him off, “Luhan-sunbaenim, captain of the soccer team of my alma mater”.

  Luhan nodded impressed and spoke, “Oh hey, I do remember you!  You used to have pigtails right?” 

  You enthusiastically nodded, surprised that a handsome sunbaenim even knew of your existence. 

  After a round of casual chitchatting, Luhan pointed at your stomach and jokingly said, “I could have sworn you two just got married half a year ago.  Already pregnant?” 

  “We’ve been busy,” Jongin responded, winking at you. 

  You flushed bright red and slapped him on the arm.  Luhan chuckled amusingly at you two as you bickered like an old couple.  A few of your father’s business partners showed up and you bowed respectfully to greet them. 

  “Wow, Jongin-ah.  _______ah, congratulations!” a middle-aged female spoke. 

  “Thank you!” Jongin and you replied in unison. 

  “How far are you?” another asked.

  “Almost four months,” you answered, rubbing your belly.

  “We always knew you two were deeply in love,” another chimed, causing you to sway from side to side in shyness and glee.

  Soon conversations almost became pregnancy announcements due to the fact that for the past few months, you two hadn’t informed anyone besides your immediate family and of course your best friend, Bang Minah.  Throughout the party, everyone continued to comment on your fast and unexpected pregnancy and the news spread like wild fire.     

  Another round of socializing with other guests and you discovered yourself feeling a bit queasy.  You weren’t at all surprised when Jongin pulled you away from the crowd to rest; he always tended to notice your unwellness before you did. 

  He guided you over to a resting area.  There, you comfortably snuggled your head against Jongin’s broad shoulders. 

  “Jagiya, are you okay?” his voice soothed your tensed muscles. 

  “Mmhm,” you hummed, cuddling even closer, “Just a little tired”. 

  “Take a nap,” he suggested but you shook your head.

  “Oppa, you always forget to wake me up,” you reasoned.

  He laughed and explained, “It’s not that I forget.  You just always look so peaceful when you’re sleeping and I get lost staring at my sleeping angel”.

  @#!$#@%#$% 

  A sweet smile curled on your lips and your eyelids slowly swung.  Beside you, Jongin kissed your temples lightly.

  When you woke up again, your husband looked down at you lovingly as if you were some enchanted being sent from Heaven.  You buried your head in his chest for warmth and he placed his chin on top of your head.  And even though it was super loud outside, you felt so safe in the little world of only the two of you.

  Of course Mother Nature had to ruin the beautiful moment.  Being pregnant meant you basically had a growing human using your bladder as a mattress.  Taking your hand into his, Jongin and you walked back into the crowd of people.  Even at the halls, you could already tell that it was the prime time of the party for the number of guest that populated the venue had multiplied tenfolds.  Jongin held you tightly by the waist in case some drunken visitor decided to invade your personal space. 

  “I’ll wait here for you,” your husband informed when you reached the front of the ladies’ room. 

  As soon as you entered, you bumped face-to-face with your husband’s infamous ex, Lee Sohee.  You two exchanged looks of judgment.  She sneered and you rolled your eyes, ignoring her to go into a stall to relieve your overfilled bladder. 

  “Congratulations on your pregnancy,” she hollered bitterly. 

  You cringed at the idea that she might be cursing the child in your tummy.  A coward part of you almost prayed for her to just leave the bathroom, but from the slit of the stall’s door, you could tell that she was waiting for you.  Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath and exited the stall to meet with her again.  However, you avoided any eye contact; planning to just quickly wash your hands and leave to reunite with your husband. 

  “How many months?” she asked.

  You looked at her reflection in the mirror as she scrutinized at you from head to toe.

  “U-Um…almost four,” you mumbled, walking over to the hand dryer.  She followed.

  “So…honeymoon baby…” she concluded.

  Wrong, biotch.  I got pregnant even before the honeymoon.  Internal sigh.  You heard yourself sigh out loud.  Crap. 

  “You’re a pretty smart girl though…” she spoke. 

  Wait, what?  Did she just compliment me?  You narrowed your eyes at her. 

  “Getting pregnant to lock Jongin-oppa into the marriage.  What?  Did you tamper with your birth control or something?” she accused.

  Your mouth fell open to form an “O”.  Whut did she just say?  I dare you to say it again biotch. 

  “I did no such thing,” you countered, trying to be as calm as possible for the sake of the baby, but the paper towel in your hand was crumpled into a wrinkly ball.  Your sharp nails dug into the palm of your hand.   

  She rolled her eyes, leaned back against the sink and taunted, “You think Oppa really loves you?  Then I take back what I said about you being a smart girl”.

  Okay, whatever biotch. 

  Holding your stomach protectively, you tried to excuse yourself but she walked in your way.  Sohee was probably at least 5’7’’ and considering the fact that you had flats on, she towered over you.  You grimaced, debating whether you should call Jongin for help. 

  “If Oppa really loved you then he would have taken precaution like he did with me,” she provoked.

  You stood still trying so desperately to ignore her words but your brain was already overanalyzing it at a rate faster than the speed of light.  Did…did she just hint to me that Oppa and her had an intimate relationship before? 

  Seeing your flustered expression, she smirked, turned at a pivot, and began to walk out.  Hold up biotch, you are not about to go without explaining yourself!  You stormed out after her.

  “HOLD UP BIOTCH!” you hollered loud enough for people down the hall to hear. 

  The smile on Jongin’s face dropped and he furrowed his eyebrows upon seeing your agitated state.  You ignored him and chased after Sohee, grabbing her by the arm.  She turned around with watery puppy dog eyes.  OH, STOP ACTING.  Just then, your husband caught up to you and dragged you a few feet away. 

  “Hey, hey Jagiya…calm down,” Jongin used his body to block you two from each other.

  “Oppa…” Sohee called, causing you to fume again. 

  Why the hell was this biotch still so clingy to your husband?  You grabbed your shoe to throw at her but remembered that you didn’t have heels on so you ended up spurting out curses while thrashing against Jongin’s grip on you.

  “Calm down…” your husband kept repeating. 

  “Oppa…” Sohee murmured again. 

  OMFG I’M GOING TO SCRATCH YOUR PRETTY FACE! 

  “GO!” Jongin shouted, motioning for Sohee to leave while he held you back. 

  You looked at your husband in disbelief.  Angered by his protectiveness over his ex, you grabbed the closest thing to you, which happened to be an expensive looking pen in Jongin’s breast pocket.  It was sent flying toward Sohee, who was leaving.  Oh hell no she was not going to leave the battlefield acting like the victim! 

  “JAGIYA!”  Jongin half-yelled causing you to stagger back in shock.  Did…did he just yell at me for another girl?  Your lips quivered and you stopped fighting his grasp.  He swooped you up, walked over to the dining hall, and gently placed you down on a chair.  You kicked around childishly.  Sighing, your husband attempted to relax you by hugging you tightly.  

  “Shh…Calm down, Babe” he whispered.

  With teary eyes, you looked up and asked, “Did you know what she said to me?”

  “No, but it doesn’t matter because you’re my wife and she is not,” he simply replied.

  You’re furious that Jongin remained so damn calm about it all.

  “Honey, you’re scaring the baby,” he reasoned.  

  Finally, you closed your eyes and took deep breaths.  Jongin massaged your hands with his.  

  “Kim Jongin, exactly how many woman did you have before me?” you questioned, exasperated. 

  He swallowed in guilt nervously and you grimaced.  That means a lot.  

  “But it doesn’t matter because I married you and you’re the one I’ll spend the rest of my life with,” he concluded.

  You still frowned but reminded yourself that the past was the past.  During your marriage vows, you had promised to accept him wholly, fully knowing even then that he had a long list of former lovers who were not yet over your handsome husband. 

  “Jongin-ah,” another young man called.

  Jongin released his hold on you and stood up to greet the older male, “Suho-hyung”.

  Slowly, you stood up as well and bowed politely. 

  “Oh, you must be Jongin’s wife,” he turned to you in acknowledgement. 

  “________ _______,” you introduced and held your hand out.

  He shook in, grinning as he eyed you from head to toe. 

  “So seems like you’ve been busy,” he turned to Jongin and teased, wiggling his brows suggestively. 

  As the two friends chatted, you excused yourself despite Jongin’s willingness to ditch his sunbae to accompany you wherever you wanted to go.  You just needed some alone time to think. 

  Strolling around the large venue, you sighed, rubbing your stomach.  Were you being too possessive?  The last thing you wanted was your husband to feel that you were one of those jealous clingy girls.  He did…at one point scream for divorce and though you knew it was out of anger it still haunted you to this day.  Maybe it was okay for him to not to have you by his side, but it didn’t work the other way around.  You were in love – in deep love to the point that the mere thought of not seeing him ever again sent you six feet under.  You unknowingly let out a soft whimper.

  As you continued to walk around, you discovered yourself back at the hallway you had been before, during your fight with Sohee.  With a regretful sigh, you searched around for your husband’s expensive pen that you angrily used as a weapon against the other woman.  He always had it with him so it must have meant a lot to him.  You searched the borders of the hall, in the bathroom, and even the dusty corners, but nothing appeared in your radar. 

  “_______ah, what are you doing?” a female voice asked as the owner walked over to you.

  “Omunim,” you greeted.

  “Don’t bend over like that.  That’s bad for the baby,” she warned.

  You immediately straightened up and nodded.

  “Are you trying to find something?” she asked. 

  Trying to not worry your mother-in-law, you shook your head and looped your arm around hers with a smile.  She patted your hand.  You followed her back to the lobby to reunite with your husband.

  He grinned widely upon seeing you and you returned his smile with one of your own.  But somewhere deep down, a sore feeling lingered on the pit of your stomach.  Oppa…do you…regret taking me as your wife? 

        a/n: YAY Pilot chapter of Temporary II.  This is not really a sequel lol.  It’s more of a continuation.  Either way :D hope you guys enjoyed it!  This installment is actually longer than the first installment, despite it being only 13 chapters because the chapters are a lot longer. 

  As for the scavenger hunt!!!  I HOPE YOU GUYS HAD FUN!  Good job to those who solved it.  Here are the locations of the 3 links: 1 2 3...they basically revealed the link to the table of contents (which was still hidden yesterday) and a link to this image: 

  If you didn’t get the chance to solve it, don’t worry :D I’ll try to think of other silly games in the future hehe!!!!