couldn't put all the characters sorry


anonymous asked:

This is kinda joke request that I thought of, and you can choose whoever! What if s/o+character(s) were making out, and character tried to take it further but their s/o yelled "NSFW" at the top of their lungs? Thank you and I hope you are having a great day and if not I hope tomorrow is better : )

i’ll have you know that i started laughing so hard imagining this with any of them tbh. bless you, anon. i made this with a very vague ‘choose your fave’ kind of thing, but this is honestly just for shits and giggles

The air was heating up, hands were wandering and you were not sure just how much more you could take before your head would start getting fuzzy. Your mind was already feeling a bit woozy. Not much longer and you wouldn’t be able to take full responsibility for your actions anymore.

Your boyfriend had you pinned to the couch. His hands crawling their way up your shirt, his lips leaving a burning hot trail of open mouthed kisses down your throat. Swallowing was hard and so was his dick breathing.

You wanted to feel more than just what your fingertips reached over his shirt. You wanted to taste more than just the ghost of his mouth on yours. You wanted to hear more than just shallow breaths and whispered words you couldn’t make out.

You wanted more.

You needed more.

But just how much more was enough?

The question that left your tongue quickly turned into a hitched breath and you gripped his arms tightly when he lightly bit down on a sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder. Then again before he sucked on the flesh and soothed it with his tongue.

A chuckle reached your ears - damn him - and suddenly his face filled your vision again. Only the stinging sensation was left on your skin and it slowly registered in your mind.

He had left his mark.

Just the simple fact that you had to cover up your neck or everyone would see and know what you had been up to left a weird taste in your mouth. Not negative but just…weird.

Your mind however halted when he claimed your lips again and all rational thoughts left your mind when his fingers reached the very edge of your chest. Trailing feather like touches down your rip cage, he put more of his weight on you and you sighed, happy to feel more.

Then he moved to take off your shirt and one thought rushed into your head, burning bright and so sudden that you couldn’t keep it in.


Startled by your sudden outburst, your boyfriend jumped back like you had electrocuted him. You immediately clamped both hands over your mouth as realization filled you.

Looking at you with such wide and shocked eyes, you couldn’t help but start laughing at his expression, slowly shaking of the horror you felt.

When he saw that you weren’t hurt in any way, the tension fell of him and the breath he had been holding left him in a big whoosh.

“What the hell was that for?”, he asked, slowly lying back down, his arms on either side of your shoulders.

Leaning up to kiss his nose, you took his face in your hands. “I’m sorry”, you said. “I just got nervous and it just burst out of me.”

He nodded. “Was I going too fast?”

Your heart fluttered because of his concern and you smiled. “A bit”, you admitted. Then your smile fell and the heat in your body started growing again. Pulling him down to you, you said: “But please don’t stop now.”

anonymous asked:

how about a prompt about how ha jin meets modern wang so, directly continued after ha jin cries in the museum? insert some fluff into it please!

Goryeo Week: Day 1
Favorite Character: 4th Prince Wang So 

This isn’t fluffy at all I’m sorry. I just couldn’t bring myself to write fluff for this when all I was feeling was pain, so it’s really angsty. This features Modern!So and his name comes from @chapitre7 ′s lovely stories. Also I chose to not include the daughter because I had already thought of this ending before Seol was even introduced and I couldn't figure out a way to properly put her in this ending. And since this fic is really So-centric, I thought I’d contribute to #GoryeoWeek as well. Enjoy~

Peha, please watch your health.”

Gwangjong ignored his royal advisor.

He stood on his balcony that had the best view of the garden and the stars. The cold air bit at his ears, and he regretted that he didn’t wear the furs that an envoy had gifted to him last year.

It had been four days since he had been poisoned by an unknown enemy. He had no doubts that it was one of the noble families that had done this to him. It had always been a tough fight to keep those people in line, and their power in check.

Wang So was tired. Tired of being alone, tired of being king, and tired of living.

Maybe my time has finally come, and I finally get to see you again, Soo-ah.

The few trusted physicians in the palace had said that his health was deteriorating at a fast rate. A cure had not been found yet, and already his adviser was asking about his next royal decree. When he had heard this, he was at ease. He had lived for five decades, and two decades without his Hae Soo.

He had become king for her, to protect her; and he was doing that still. He believed that he was looking out for her somehow from where he sat on his isolated throne.

Over the years he had lived in the shadow of himself. Yeon Hwa still visited him in his chambers, but he never sent for her himself. They had fathered several children together, but they all wanted something from him. They all wanted the throne, a seat he never wanted in the first place.

A coughing fit took him by surprise and he immediately tasted the metallic taste of blood in his mouth, his adviser had a handkerchief on hand and gave it to him. The sight of the scarlet stained piece of cloth made him laugh.

It reminded him of the time when he had been in the exact same predicament he was in now. When he was willing to throw away his life for a woman that had already belonged to another man. He hadn’t even realized what he was willing to throw away for her, including his own life if it meant that she could live. The taste of that poisoned tea was still vivid in his memories.

The only difference was, back then had been youthful and was able to purge the poison easily, but the body he had now, was older and it had grown so used to the luxuries of the palace that it was no longer able to fight off the toxic kiss of death that was slowly running through his veins.

“Ji Han,” he waved for his advisor.

“Yes, your majesty.” A few years after Ji Mong left, he had one of his cousins replace him. Wang So still felt the lingering anger and then sadness he had felt when everyone decided to leave him. Ji Han was loyal enough, but he wasn’t truly his person. Not like Hae Soo and Baek Ah were. At least his advisor kept him company, when so many chose to fear him instead.

“Thank you, Ji Han,” So smiled gently, still looking at the sky.

“You’re majesty,” Ji Han protested.

So raised his hand to stop him, “I am feeling gracious today, Ji Han. Take my words and leave me be for the day.”

“You haven’t taken your meal yet, do you want me to call for—”

“There will be no need for that. I would like to rest for the evening.”


He told himself that this wasn’t the end. That there was a chance to see her again. It was a hope he had clung onto desperately over the years, the only thing that had kept him going for as long as he had. He walked to the part of the room where the portrait of him hung. He remembered how he had told the painter to draw it to likeness. It had occurred to him that there was the slight chance that it would live on. It was a gift. A gift he hoped would reach her.

The palace was so empty without her.

So missed her way of living, her courage, her vivaciousness, and her headstrong personality.

Where are you now, my Soo-ah? He chuckled to himself, so foolish to still be have hope.

He knew that she was out there.

In all the years he had known and loved her, had always accepted her. Even in the moments when he knew that she was hiding something from him. He never minded, they did promise to never lie to each other.

From the moment he met her, he knew that she was different.

Her mannerisms, her outlook on life, her sense of justice, her alluring kindness that she bestowed on every one she met, and this marked her as different from the rest…even when he saw her strange handwriting, he wondered, but he never asked, never doubted.

Even when she died, the only thing he regretted was not telling her just how much he loved her, and how much she meant—means to him, even now when she is somewhere he can’t possibly reach.

Till this day he still doesn’t truly understood her place in his world, but only that she had never really belonged there. He wondered if maybe when she died, if she went back to where she was truly needed, and that was his hope.

So went to rest in his bed alone, the sheets cold and the coals not yet warming up the vast room. He felt his eyes get heavy, his heart beating rapidly and then finally slowing down. He listened to its rhythm and imagined how Soo must’ve felt when she died.

Overtime he found himself unable to recollect exactly her features and that broke him. The only thing that consoled him was that there were things that he always remembered even as time passed: how she smelled like the morning air, rose oils, and soaps, as she called them. The feeling of her embrace, the touch of her skin, their first night together, an engraving on his splintered heart, when he was foolish enough to believe that nothing would ever come between them, that nothing in the world could ever take her away from him.

The image of Soo came to him as he dreamed, her smile just as warm and understanding as he had always expected from her. She was also holding a bundle of peonies, in the same clothes that she wore on their first boat ride, and the lotus hairpin still in her hair as she smiled at him. She held tight onto the flowers and laughed, the sound so bright, a melody to his darkness, a sound he had missed the most in the seclusion that he’s lived through since she left him to cruel, dark govern a world himself. His only source of light had gone out, and had left him forever to fend for himself.

He opened his eyes one last time to watch the sky from where he laid, as the room dimmed when the moon eclipsed the sun in its embrace.

So greeted death like an old friend. Then to the heavens he asked them for his first favor, despite never believing in their power once in his entire life, but he did now. He still wanted to find his Soo even if it was just to be with her among the stars, even if it was just for a moment.


A rhythmic strange sound woke him.

So opened his eyes and a clear light blinded him. When his eyes got used to the brightness, he saw that he was in a strange room filled with contraptions that he had never seen before. There were needles that went into his arms. He tried to take them out but someone had stepped into the room and cried, “Hyung!

So stared.

Eun-ah? The sudden sight of his brother completely stunned him. All of his memories came back in flash,

Eun on his birthday smiling.

Eun with his wife on his wedding day.

Eun dying before his own eyes, the killer his own brother.

So felt tears threaten to spill, his arms desperate to reach out, to pull his brother into an embrace they never got to share.


Hyung, it’s me Hyun Taek. Do you know where you are? You finally woke up just when eomma and I thought that we had truly lost you.”

“What is my name?”

“Hyung! Do you have amnesia? I need to call the doctor right now. Eomma should be here any minute too. I’ll go get her.”

“Wait—” before he could protest, he heard Eun—Hyun Taek, speak to a woman just outside the door.

“Where have you been eomma? Hyung’s awake.”

“Omo, what?” So watched as a woman he didn’t recognize stepped into the room, tears were falling in streams down her face.

Hyun Woo-ah!” before he could react the woman had pulled him into a hug. “Finally. Thank the heavens for bringing you back to me. I genuinely thought that I had lost you Woo-ah. When the doctors told me that people in comas had little chances of waking up, I didn’t believe them.

“I knew that my son would come back to me, he always did. You have been strong all your life. There was no way death could ever tear us apart, my dear son.” she pulled back, looking at him with the utmost tenderness in her eyes. She reached up to touch his face, and So flinched.

“Woo-ah, what’s wrong?” there was hurt in her eyes.

Eomma, he’s probably still in shock. It has been a year after all,” Hyun Taek quickly interjected. He looked back at So and addressed him, “we should just be happy that he’s back eomma.”

So watched as this person that looked his brother began to cry.

He felt overwhelmed; he knew that this wasn’t his brother, and that this wasn’t his mother, and that this was not his body.

Whatever had happened, he knew enough that this wasn’t Goryeo anymore.

He also couldn’t help but then think…

Could this be where you are too, Soo-ah?

Here in this strange world?

Are you waiting for me too, as I have been?


A year passed, and still Wang So was using this man’s body.

He had gotten used to things quite easily. There were some things that he still didn’t quite understand but he had to learn to fit in.

Hyun Woo as everyone called him, was someone that was well loved. Even though he still looked like his past self, So still found himself touching the scar that no longer existed to remind him of his misery.

Here So was a new person and he had been given a second chance in a body that did not reflect the age he felt inside. He had tried to push his new “family” away. Hyun Taek came on occasion to talk to him and for that So was grateful.

Hyun Woo’s eomma also came by and every time she did, his heart hurt. So was envious of the man who had a mother that loved him so much.

I’m not your son, he wanted to scream at her.

Even today when he was on his way out she had left him a note to tell him that she had made him some side dishes that she had left in the fridge when he was sleeping.


So walked in the streets of Seoul and watched everything passed him by, still not yet used to the change that he saw. Instead of palanquins and small vendors, he saw high rising edifices and things called “cars” being used that made the usage of horses unnecessary.

As he observed everything for the thousandth time since he had gotten here, someone bumped into him, interrupting his thoughts, “excuse me—” So began.

The man smiled at him, his curious eyes as recognizable as the day he left.

“Ji Mong?”

“Pardon?” Ji Mong stood in front of him. He was wearing a suit similar to his, and he no longer had facial hair, and his hair was slicked back and he looked like he knew something that So didn’t.

“Did you hear about the event going on at the museum in honor of Goryeo’s, King Gwangjong?” The man asked.


“I think you should go.”

He didn’t hesitate. This was a sign. Something in him told him to run to that museum. To run there now, as fast as his legs could take him.


So frantically entered the main doors of the exhibit.

Everything seemed to move slowly, as if he was suspended over time, watching as a surveyor, but not taking part in any of it.

He frantically searched the signs for the royal showcase and turned left after frantically asking for directions. When he found the place, he saw the portrait of himself hanging there, the paper yellowed over time, but that was it—that was him, and someone was standing there in from of his portrait, sobbing so hopelessly, his heart broke. He watched her as her body trembled with grief. She then said something to the picture but he couldn’t hear of what. He stepped slowly towards her.

One step.

Two steps.


He stood behind her, not believing this stroke of fate.

His whole body was wracked with anticipation and fear, his emotions a flurry in his mind.

Soo-ah,” he breathed.

She started, and turned around achingly slow.

They met each other’s eyes, her tears non-stop now, and his expression mirroring hers.

“Soo-ah.” He repeated. Soo-ah, Soo-ah, Soo-ah, he repeated to himself like a mantra, desperate to cling onto her, still not really believing that he had actually done it.

I found you.  

The Risemonger

A late-night TV show host that was under-appreciated by all. Where guests and contestants were consistently rude and disrespected the rules of the games. Where the producers cared only about getting the job done and putting it on the air more than the actual content of the show. 

Well enough was enough for The Risemonger. 

Snapping after a partially harsh show- The RiseMonger now takes to the streets. Where the rules shall be followed and all those who dare to be out so late shall be put to the test.

Like they say “All the world’s a stage”, and now the spotlight is his.

Inspiration song (x)


So, for my last week at WDW, I took two Golden Books and got all the princesses featured in the books to sign them to give to the little girl I am nannying! I printed the pictures and put them into the books, and when I gave her the book she freaked out over all of them! It was so much fun going around the park and talking to all the princesses!


endless list of favorite characters ♦ dorian havilliard from the throne of glass series by sarah j. maas

↳ She was not becoming anything different from what she always was and always had the capacity to be. You just finally saw everything. And once you saw that other part of her…You cannot pick and choose what parts of her to love. Just as you cannot pick which parts of me you accept.