{Kharli Aweing Over Rain Episode 114,78?}

{Kharli aweing over Rain episode 114,78?}

First...It's been a while. I know, I'm sorry. But Rain, this series has never left my mind while I was away, and I'm happy that I'm able to come back to this and resubmerge myself in this extravagant world that you have created.

If my memories are correct, I believe that this is the first time that we see Eunuch Kim (Namjoon) calling Chun-ja his wife and Han-Jae his son and my heart couldn't have gotten more full. I have loved watching their relationship bloom and blossom throughout the series and for it to come to this moment makes me so warm. They deserve this so much and I'm truly happy that they're able to love each other and spend the rest of their forever the way that they want to.

I love that you can feel the love and beauty from Namjoon’s words trickle into the uneasy tone the letter. There is uncertainty in the midst of bubbling turmoil that's lingering in the background as he tries to console his lover, and the way you wrapped these two contrasting images was amazing.

With this series, there's always been this seesaw event of losses and gains. Whenever there is a period of comfort and easiness, tension and strained relationships are never too far away. Now that we're seeing Yoongi step into himself and grow not only in age but mentally with each passing chapter, things such as lobbying due to the economic state of the kingdom and the marriage are a forthcoming notion. Sacrifices might have to be made. His happiness. Someone else's. The foreshadowing of what might come if an arranged marriage occurs definitely brings a lot of emotions, but as Namjoon wrote, things are different now and so I hope and have faith that things will get better. Eventually (because it's you and I know that I have to cry a little first before I see sunshine).

I'm looking forward to continuing this, Rain. You are the greatest and each chapter of this series entrances me more and more. I'm addicted. Sending you lots of love, dear friend. You deserve the galaxy 💕🌠

trivia: june 1870.

a hastily scribbled letter the sender wishes he did not have to write.

pairing: joseon king!yoongi x reader words: 406 contains: our favorite eunuch returns!

moonlit throne index. this is drabble 32. start from the beginning?

My beloved wife,

I miss you and our son more than words can say. Not a day slips by without my thinking of your warm smiles and delicious cooking, but I am afraid I must stay here at the palace for some time longer. There is trouble.

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Love to Hate (Ch. 1)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Creative Contributor:@baebae-goodnight​ I mean, look at this moodboard. LOOK AT IT.

Genre: Fuck Buddies / Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Synopsis: Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you’ve done your best to rid yourself of the taste since you were old enough to walk. Occasionally though, your mother manages to rope you into an obligatory function – or a blind date with playboy billionaire, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook stands for everything you loathe about the world you left behind, but you can’t deny the spark of attraction between you. Intrigued by the promise of mutual satisfaction, you agree to one night in bed… and quickly realize you’re in far, far deeper than you ever intended.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: semi-public nudity, slight voyeurism, dirty talk (mention of a threesome, mention of restraints), nipple play, fingering, spanking, oral (male), face-fucking, multiple orgasms, slight possessiveness, jungkook calls y/n sweetheart and princess; seokjin is not in the fic (yet), I’m sorry about that

Word Count: 13,103

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just like christmas ↬ jhs ↬ (m)

↝A/N: as part of the christmas in july collab hosted by @kookdiaries @kithtaehyung and @xiaokoo | thank you endlessly forever to @kithtaehyung and @softyoongiionly for beta reading this little by little over the last two months. and to @yoonia @sugaurora @randombtsprincessa @kookdiaries  @sahmfanficbts @yehet-me-up and @j-pping for being the most encouraging, supportive friends i could have while writing this. i love you all muchly! ↝Pairing: Hoseok x Reader (oc; female) (featuring TVXQ! Yunho; one scene with Red Velvet Seulgi) ↝Genre: holiday retreat au; strangers to lovers au; romance; comedy; smut; heavy angst ↝Summary: One week before Christmas, your boyfriend of five years ends your relationship citing your career functioning as your first priority. With hardly any friends in town, and family out of the country, you decide to travel overseas yourself. Alone. At Christmas. After finding an idyllic Air BnB in the country side, you resign yourself to a Christmas of wine, cheese, and more wine. But a knock at your door after midnight changes everything. Rather, it’s Hoseok who changes everything. ↝Movie inspo: The Holiday (2006) ↝Rating: NC-17 ↝Word Count: 38K ↝Warnings: explicit language; explicit smut; one scene in which the reader misinterprets hoseok knocking on her door for an intruder; light and extremely brief mentions of self-defense; heavy mentions of unhappy relationships; light elements of gaslighting/manipulation from yunho; explicit discussions of infidelity and cheating; drinking; masturbation (f); biting; marking; dirty talk; scratching; unprotected sex; creampie; impreg kink; crying; light breast play if you squint; fingering (f); smut in a house neither character owns (i maybe dont need to tag that but who knows); pain kink; light size kink     ↝ banner made by the ever wonderful @kookdiaries

‘I can’t believe that’s all you have to say for yourself,’ you sneered. ‘You’re sorry? Am I supposed to just accept that?’

Watching Yunho hold the crate of his things against his chest, his imposing stature reduced to that of a boy, inspired your bitterness. In that moment, you understood everything - all the ways in which your relationship had become an ultimatum of joyless sacrifice. The you that had transformed under his affections stood with your hands on your hips, caged in the doorway of a home that was not his but also no longer yours, tainted by his presence. 

You despised him and, infuriatingly, you loved him within the same moment.

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⟪“I’m so sorry. You’re going to die.”⟫

You know, usually, whenever I come to the end of a serious, I say something like “Finally, we’re here at the end” or something of the sort, but as I’m writing/typing this out, that seems a bit optimistic. It’s bittersweet coming to the end of an era. A series, more specifically.

I remember coming to you earlier this year to let you know that I would be reading MTR during the summer, but now it’s fall, and in a way, it matches how I’m feeling deep inside. The start of things coming to an end. A transition period. But one filled with beautiful colors nonetheless, and lots of tasty treats and holidays spent with those you love.

I’m glad that I read this when I did. Reread it, actually, as I do with any fic just to get my mind into sorts, but I feel as though this was an emotionally perfect ending. Being able to see the sequence of events of this story from a different point of view, a point of view that I hadn’t even considered until it was right there in front of me, was a beautiful way to wrap this up. Remembering and reimagining the muffin tin point and Walpurgisnatch and the ongoing escalade of feelings between Taehyung and the reader felt so blissful and nostalgic and new. It gave life to a deeper part of this story that I didn’t even realize, and it's something that should be treasured tremendously.

More so, I felt my breath catch once I realized what Yoongi meant when he said “Huh, strange. I thought it was the house." a few chapters ago. Even though I feel like I mentioned it as the chapters went on, I was still faced with surprise once it was said that the reader and Taehyung were tethered haha! That, too, was a beautiful and intimate moment. To be honest, I was nervous about it though. I was worried that maybe Taehyung or the reader would lose the other and would have to continue life without their partner, but you turned it into something admired and adored. Dying is not something to be sorry for in this context. In fact, that just means that they’ve established their chance of living. Finally. It’s beautiful. Peaceful. Unburdened and unobstructed.

I also want to add that I really liked this part:

Yoongi hangs his head slightly. “I might have deserved that.” He looks up, and meets your eyes. “I did come everytime you called though, didn’t I?” The blue thread lights up and you smile at the silent apology he sends through it. You hadn't been that alone after all, and definitely won’t be in the future.

This part just wraps everything up so nicely, and it is definitely one of my favorite parts of this story.

You write so beautifully, August. If there were a way to make your words more viable, then I would. It's soft and emotional, yet comforting. A place that anyone would find a home in if they soaked in your words for just a moment. This story encapsulated just that, and I feel blessed that I could read such a story at a time like this.

Now I’m getting a bit teary-eyed as this will be my last love letter for this story (but definitely not for you, my friend). I’ll always think back to this piece with warmth. Thank you for bringing that to me on this chilly day. You have my love💕

my tears ricochet #epilogue | kth

#epilogue: tell me how to live (tell me how to die)

word count: 2587 words

series: my tears ricochet [masterlist]

summary: well fuck. this is not what Yoongi had anticipated.

pairing: ghost!reader x taehyung

genre: ghost!AU, roommate!AU, fluff / angst / crack

warnings for this series: (still kinda) sfw  // it’s a ghost story, so death will be touched upon // questionable ghost mythology //  language (curse words)

chapter warnings: QUESTIONABLE GHOST MYTHOLOGY turned up to 100, Tae is getting dragged for his baking equipment, our ghost is a smart cookie

beta read by the loveliest @snackhobi​ (Dear Joy, thank you from the bottom of my overflowing heart! It’s been so wonderful!)

A/N: It’s a wrap! It’s been almost 5 months, 13 chapters and way more words than I had anticipated. The love I have received on this story is more than I could have wished for, and I’m emotional, so let me get sappy for a minute, because I’m just super happy/touched/grateful for everyone reading/liking/reblogging/reviewing. You can’t imagine the amount of serotonin that was set free. It means the world that people were rooting for this couple, and I can just hope that this ending does them justice. Thank you for being on this ride with me.

I absolutely would love to hear from you, if you enjoyed it! Feel free to get in touch in whicheverr way you’re comfortable with!

#11 my tears ricochet

“Fuck.”

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《"Naija, you better keep a close eye on those two. Especially that one,” he said, jerking his chin at you. “She hates following instructions.”》

Finally being able to take the time and write a review for this chapter was heaven-sent. I remember reading this fairly close to after you posted it, and about two months later, I'm sitting here, going back and forth from looking at my screen and the notes on my phone, wondering why the absolute hell I didn't do this earlier? And I know that this part was sort of a chapter that wasn't supposed to be a chapter, but I'm also realizing that every time I do look at my notes, the scenes and images you created here were just so salient, and I'm happy that you decided to write this.

I'm also glad that within the first few paragraphs of this chapter I was able to embed the images of Seokjin and Namjoon in my mind.

Seokjin, dressed casually in his t-shirt that exposes his beautiful shoulders paired with baseball, and Namjoon, oh Namjoon, with his giant, girthy, beautifully sculpted di- I mean thighs. Totally meant thighs for sure. But I have to be honest, even though I've read this part before, it still didn't stop me from sitting up in my bed in surprise and nearly choking because “thighs” was most certainly not the first thing that came into my mind after all of that.

Anyways.

Over the last few chapters, we’ve been able to see Seokjin in new lights. From manager to nearly certified sex god. From someone who is extremely funny and cheeky to more serious and sympathetic when it comes to more interpersonal relations, and now we see an extension of that. Of how Seokjin isn’t just this powerful figure, but how he is so willing to be so altruistic and compassionate even when he doesn’t necessarily have to and the story with Ara and her nieces, Hyeri and Hyorin. That scene was really touching to read. Every character and their background you introduce is full and fulfilling to the storyline, even if they might be there for a chapter or so. Through them, we get to see more of what Seokjin is like behind the scenes. How generous and caring he is to those who are around him. At times it doesn't feel like Seokjin is their manager, but an honest and true friend and my heart couldn’t become any more full. And like Ara said, “Being genuinely friendly goes a longer way than you think” and I genuinely appreciate seeing Seokjin being shown so multidimensionally so incredibly well. (P.S. - I loved the “Uncle Jin” bit later on. I laughed and blushed with Ara at that, but the girls are so cute, and Seokjin is amazing with kids. I was awing.)

I feel like it’s a bit strange to go from being sentimental to sensual, but the point when we see Seokjin in the kitchen when he’s all hot and sweaty made me shake. I don’t blame the reader for just standing there and staring because I honestly would’ve done the same. I don’t blame the reader for continuing to compliment him and call him “beautiful” and “gorgeous” to make him blush, and also don’t blame the reader for taking the time to be curious about the scar on his back, because I too was wondering how that came to be. I’m wondering if maybe it came from his past relationship, but I really hope not.

Sidenote: As I’m looking back at the story to keep up with my thoughts, I keep laughing at myself because of all of the back and forth that my mind is doing right now. Like, the fact that Namjoon has a phoenix tattoo….UUGHGGHGHGHGHDGHKNSKNKF. I just wanna jump inside of the story and be like “Can I touch it?” just so I can feel his bicep. Okay, I think that’s it- wait. NOPE. Because I just remembered that you put “threesome” in your tags and- I don’t think that I can deal with this right now. Please Kay!!! My heart was already hurting for Namjoon he admitted wanting to date the mc but that’s most likely not possible because of what’s going on with her and Seokjin, but atleast there might be something later on.

I’m just so ready to keep reading his series. Seokjin was so cute when he was spewing Shakespear at the shaved ice spot the scenes, and he was like “I have to be prepared for you.” A literal dreamboat. I got butterflies. I'm also curious as to what outfit is exactly in the bag that he handed her👀

You can’t see me right now but I’m smiling and giggling at my computer, and I can’t thank you enough for being truly amazing in every way, Kay. You’re so talented. I would give you my love, but you already have it, so I’ll keep writing to you for as long as possible just so that you are reminded of your beauty💕

éffleurer | 16

There were always whispers in your office about what secrets Seokjin hid behind his clean image. Now, you knew at least one of them.

Pairing: Seokjin x Female Reader

Genre: CFO!Jin AU; Smut

Word Count: 8,300+

Warnings: Profanity; Sexual objectification; Sexual content; Idk some flirting, this chapter is a whole mess

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You hardly saw Seokjin on Friday, save for once just before lunch when he ducked into his office. He hurried out and back down the hall again, barely a glance spared in your direction.

It was fine. You and your willpower were fine. And you definitely weren’t angry. You merely wished you’d had some kind of warning for the times he planned to leave your needs unmet, that was all.

Just after lunch, while you were getting your things together to head to Namjoon’s office, you received a text.

Seokjin: You’re even beautiful when you’re sulking.

Y/N: I’m blocking you.

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《You don’t do this. You thought. You don’t follow mysterious men into dark doorways.》

I mean this in the most loving way possible, but goddammit, Willow.

Earlier, I was making lunch while scrolling through my phone. More specially, scrolling through your masterlist because there was a piece of yours that I wanted to reread for the time being, and so I was graciously blessed (or maybe it was Satan that made me veer off track) that led me to come across this gem. And so now, rather than salivating over my chicken nuggets, I am now quite steaming over this.

The way you wrote this drabble was so amazing. It's mysterious. Namjoon is mysterious and sexy and goodness, I don't blame the reader for throwing caution to the wind because quite frankly, I would too if I were in that situation.

Your words are so poetic and pretty, Willow. I feel like I’m in heaven every time I come to you and read something of yours. Thank you so much for sharing this (and a shoutout to Ash who sent in the prompt😉) My heart is yours.💕

No thoughts head empty only

“Don’t you want a better look?” he murmured. “All you have to do is--” He paused, tongue darting out across his lips. “--step closer.” 

He hadn’t moved. Not in a long minute. He sat, arms crossed across the chair, eyes burning into you. His fingers drummed against the solid muscle of his arm, a devoted pattern that you wished you could know but didn’t know how to. 

“Y-yeah.” 

The word tumbled out of you as if he had drawn it out with his gaze. 

“Yeah?” His eyebrows shot up. Was that a note of hope you detected? 

“Yeah.” The word was slow but it was sure. 

In a second he was standing again, reaching out for you, hand wrapping around your wrist. With a light tug, you were stumbling forward and into his arms. The air left your lungs in a woosh as you pressed against him, hand coming to rest dangerously on his toned chest. You dared look up at him. Dared stare into the dark gentleness in his eyes. 

You don’t do this. You thought. You don’t follow mysterious men into dark doorways. And yet, here you were, hand wrapped tightly in his, following him up the steps and into the house.

send me some of your thirsty thots to get the inspiration machine up and running and i’ll write a line or two based on your words