#chuckled. that was it. did i cry? did my heart race at any moment? was i worried about what was gonna happen? not Once

[townslore]

discovery of the day

[lalunalando]

The Love You Want - LN4

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warnings: 18+! minors dni! smut, fluff (may make you cry a little), angst, swearing, slight degradation, thigh riding, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap)

songs referenced: The Love You Want - Sleep Token / Granite - Sleep Token

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2 years.

It’s been 2 whole years since the love of your life walked out your front door after telling you it was over, he couldn’t handle the relationship alongside his career anymore, and that he never actually loved you.

So imagine the surprise you felt when you stepped out of your apartment elevator after returning from a long day of work, only to find him sitting at your door, a basket of dog toys and a bunch of your favorite flowers in hand…

“Lan? Wha-When did you get here? What are you even doing here?” You asked, shock evident on you face as you stood frozen like you’d seen a ghost.

“Oh thank god you didn’t move! I was hoping I wasn’t waiting outside some random apartment and about to scare a stranger” he chuckled, the sound that once felt like home to you now leaving your stomach feeling instantly nauseous.

“Lando, don’t avoid the question. What are you doing here?” You huff as you brush past him, opening your apartment door finally and stepping inside to put your belongings down knowing this probably wasn’t going to be a quick conversation by any means.

“Do you mind if I come in? This really isn’t a talk I want to have out here in the hallway..” he asks awkwardly, gauging your reactions and movements, expecting you to even slam the door in his face after the last time you both spoke. He deserved that, he knows it, but he really hopes you’ll let him in because he has so much he wants to say to you.

You move out of the doorway to let him through with a sigh that doesn’t go unnoticed, twisting at his heart knowing he’s at fault for how this is making you feel.

After closing the door behind him, you turn around and nod towards the dog toy basket with a confused look.

“Oh, I was hoping the pups were still here to give them to, I miss our kids…” he says as he looks down at the floor, suddenly wondering if it was still okay to call them “ours” as if he didn’t walk out on you all.

“They do, they’re just having a play date with the neighbors while I was at work, they’ll be dropped off in an hour” you respond as you head to the fridge, suddenly the bottle of wine in the fridge is seeming very tempting to crack open… “so Lando, I’m going to ask one more time, what are you doing here?”

“I’m sorry.” It’s all he can get out in the moment, he knows there’s a million other things he wants to say, but he froze, and that was the basis of why he was here anyway.

You freeze, halting the glass of wine you were currently pouring, and just stare at him blankly.

“Right, yeah, I should probably explain a little more than that” he laughs nervously while scratching the back of his neck. “Alright, well, I fucked up. I should never have walked out back then, I should have never said you were too much of a distraction to my career to be with and more than anything I should never have lied and said I never loved you.”

“Lan, it’s been two years, why now? Where is this suddenly coming from after two fucking years of no contact whatsoever? And why do you think I want to even hear it? What if I’ve moved on.” It all comes out before you can even stop yourself, the hurt and anger you’ve been keeping in since that day making you see red.

“I never stopped thinking about it, about you. I thought I couldn’t handle being away from you all the time and that you wouldn’t want to wait around for me all the time, but after every race I still just want to come home to you. And I know you haven’t moved on because the love we shared was once in a lifetime, I’m still full of the love you want, please just let me prove it to you. You can tell me you don’t still love me and I’ll leave you alone for good, and maybe you believe that in the end you will be better off that way, but I’m begging you to give me one more chance and I’ll be full of the love you want, no matter what, forevermore.”

By the time he’s done speaking, you both have tears in your eyes.

It was never truly over, you knew you could never stop loving him, no matter how much it hurt you.

Before you can stop yourself, you’re rounding your kitchen bench and closing the space between you both.

Desperate to feel his lips on yours and make up for the two years lost, to show him the love you harbored for him never left.

And boy, did he feel it all.

You needed more of him, you knew it was pathetic of you to fold so quickly but you’d already lost two years and didn’t want to waste any more of it, and when he wore that god damn playboy hoodie you always said you loved seeing him wear, there was no point denying how much you wanted him still.

“I hate that you still have this affect on me, I hate that I never stopped loving you, but most of all, I hate that you’ve still got me in a chokehold”

That confession is all he needed from you before he’s picking you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you down the familiar hallway to your room that he’s traveled so many times before, but with a newly found appreciation for all the pictures along the walls that you could never find it in your heart to switch.

As he throws you down on the bed and climbs over you, eyes blown and full of lust and longing, you can’t help but to admire him.

The gorgeous everchanging eyes, his adorable freckles and moles, and a slight beard he was finally able to grow after years of being teased by the other guys on the grid.

His lips are instantly back on yours, taking all the air out of your lungs and replacing it with his own as if it was the only way you could both live from then on.

You tug at the hem of his hoodie as his hands slide up your thighs to the edge of your skirt, both not ashamed of how fast you need the others clothes off.

Only pulling back for a second to take his hoodie off, his lips are immediately back on you, only finding their way down your throat this time.

Biting just hard enough to make you yelp, he’s instantly soothing the pain as he laps his tongue over the spot, causing you to whimper like the desperate little slut you always were for him.

Hands continuing their mission up your skirt, an almost animalistic growl comes from his throat as his fingers find the lace of your thong, completely drenched for him already.

“Always so ready for me baby, god you couldn’t be more perfect, you were made for me just like I was for you.” His voice filled with lust and love, reminding you that you will always be his.

Flipping you both over and settling you on his lap, he can’t help but want to draw it out a little longer, tease you a little more, make you beg for him.

You grind down on his lap, desperate for even a little relief, because as much as you hate to admit it, no one in the past two years has made you feel even remotely the way he does without even trying.

You’d had your fair share of fixes throughout the two years, using many men to your advantage to try and get over him, but none of them even came close to making you forget. No one did it as good as him.

“Someone is still just as needy and desperate as always huh?” You can feel the smirk even though his lips are against your neck, making you whimper again, just proving his point. “Do you want to show me just how much you missed me too? How good you can be for me?”

“Please Lan, need you, will do anything but I need you”

He laughs, and you know he’s got something sadistic and borderline humiliating in mind, but you don’t care because he knows you’ll do anything for him, you always will.

“Such a good girl, can you straddle my thigh for a second baby?” He says with a smirk you know means trouble.

You do as he says, and shift over to his thigh, giving him a look of confusion as you wait for his next instructions.

“Now baby, I want you to ride it.”

You gasp, this was new for the two of you but you couldn’t deny that it excited you a lot to try.

“I want to see how desperate of a slut you can be for me, I want to watch you get yourself off with nothing but my thigh.” He breathes into your ear as his hand hold your hips, helping you find a stable rhythm.

You can’t stop the sounds coming out of your mouth, and he wouldn’t want you to even if you could.

If Lando could listen to one thing on repeat for the rest of his life, it would be your sweet moans that only he can get out of you time and time again.

As you get louder and start stuttering your rhythm on his thigh, he knows you’re getting close.

“That’s my girl, come on, cum on my thigh and I’ll reward you for behaving so well baby”

That was enough to send you over the edge for what would be the first of many times that evening, screaming his name loud enough that you were sure the whole of Monaco could have heard you.

Still coming down from your high, he doesn’t give you a second to recover before he flips you back down onto the bed as he rids himself of his now ruined pants before pulling your own ruined panties off and climbing straight back over you, claiming your lips once again.

He doesn’t want to wait anymore, watching your angelic face as you came around his thigh was almost enough to make him finish right then and there. He couldn’t lie, he’d obviously been with a few women as well over the last two years while he tried to forget you, but he could never forget you, no one could ever compare to his girl.

Leaning over to your side drawer to find a condom where he knows you both used to keep them, he comes up empty and a little confused.

“I got rid of them, I never brought anyone over anyway.”

And it was true, you always went to your flings places instead, you couldn’t stand the thought of them ruining the memories shared between you and Lando in that apartment, in that bed.

“Do you want me to go grab some, i can run down t-“

“You don’t need it, i trust you.”

He stared at you in shock, he could count on one hand the amount of times you’d allowed him to go in raw before, and he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

He didn’t have to think much longer, your hand reaching down to tease his already painfully hard cock was all the confirmation he needed that you were serious about it.

Swiping his tip through your wet folds to help lube him up, he lines his tip at your entrance and slowly pushes in.

Seeing you slightly wince as you readjust to his size, he’s quick to worry.

“If you need me to stop at any point please just tell me” he says in a hurry.

“Just need a sec Lan, i forgot how big you are…” you said with a whimper, not missing the smirk that flashes across his face.

After a few seconds to get comfortable again, you’re urging him to move and he doesn’t hesitate for a second.

Slowly fucking you with more and more of his cock with each thrust until he’s bottoming out, he can’t help but moan at how you feel around him.

“Baby I’m not going to last much longer if you keep squeezing me like that, feel so warm and tight around my cock, this pussy was made for me”

This has you clenching around him again, drawing out the most feral growl you have ever heard from the man.

In an instant, he’s pulling out of you much to your disappointment, only leaving you feeling empty for a moment while he flips you over onto your front and pulls your ass up, digging his fingers into your hips so roughly that you’re sure there are going to be bruises in the morning.

Good thing he knows you love being marked up by him.

As soon as your ass is up, he’s quick to shove his cock back in, not giving you a moment to adjust as he starts mercilessly pounding you from behind.

This new angle somehow hits deeper, feeling him hit your cervix wall over and over again, mixing pain with pleasure and making you scream for him.

“That’s it angel, scream my name, tell everyone who’s making you feel this fucking good”

As he continues his brutal punishment on your pussy, winding a hand around your front to use his always skilful fingers to rub tight circles on your clit and help you chase your high, he feels your walls start to tighten again as your legs start to shake and knows his won’t be far behind.

“Where do you want me to finish princess? I want you to cum on my cock like the good girl you are but i won’t be able to last much longer” he grunts as he continues his rough pace, getting sloppier with each thrust as you tighten more and more with each one.

“Fill me please, need to feel you inside of me, this pussy is yours and only yours” you pant out, only fueling him to get rougher and faster, pushing you over that edge.

“Scream for me baby, i want all of Monaco to know who you belong to” and with that, you’re seeing stars. His name being the only word on your lips over and over again while you clamp around his cock, feeling his release only seconds after your own as he bites your shoulder to muffle his own moans.

You lay there for a while in pure fucked-out bliss, Lando having moved to be beside you and move your head onto his chest while his arm is around you playing with your hair.

“So, what does this mean for us now?” You have to ask, as the doubt starts creeping in again.

“I know i have a lot to make up for but if you’ll have me, i want to be yours again. I want to stay over whenever you’ll have me here, i want to fly you out to races with me when you can, but mostly, i want to show the world how much i love you, show them what I’m doing this all for at the end of the day”

Tears start welling in your eyes, and all you can do is nod before kissing him again, showing him all the emotions you can’t verbally say right now.

Just as the kiss starts heating up for another round between you two, a loud knock on your front door interrupts the moment.

“Cunt” is all Lando can say in frustration, making you laugh before getting up and pulling your panties back on and chucking his playboy hoodie on to cover you so you can answer the door to the intrusion.

As he lays there and waits for you to return, he can’t stop smiling and thinking about all the ways he plans to make everything up to you.

Maybe a ring in the near future, to show how serious he is and always has been about his angel…

Before he can think much longer, your two puppies come bouncing into the room looking for him, having smelt his familiar scent the moment they got home.

He can’t stop the wide smile from forming on his face, this was it.

This was home, and he never planned on leaving again.

As you stepped back into the room, you couldn’t help the smile forming on your own face.

The boy you loved with every fiber of your being, squealing while being attacked with kisses and jumped on by your fur babies. Your joint fur babies. Your little family was whole again.

Walking over to him you stop before him on the bed, him reaching out to pull you down onto his lap as you sigh happily.

You turn to look him in the eye and hold his face gently, you were glad he was back.

“What are you thinking now babe?” He asks, seeing the all too familiar look in your eyes

“I was more than just a body in your passenger seat, and you were more than just somebody i was destined to meet. I see you go half-blind when you’re looking at me. I love you Lan.” Kissing him again, sealing all your feelings and fate, giving yourself over to him for good.

[lustnhim]

დ︎ “too purty..” — elvis x fem! reader დ︎

note: part two of “can’t sleep?” / warnings: MDNI, p in v sex, no protection,  legal age gap (19 - 42) , elvis calls reader “lil girl”, oral f receiving, elvis takes readers virginity, slight crying during sex, idk what else tbh, mediocre smut, i actually tried having a plot, buildup. / summary: the night before elvis had "taken care"of you in hopes to help you sleep, but he’s not done yet, he wants to take your virginity.

You couldn't sleep. After tip-toeing back to Lisa-Marie’s room, shamefully checking if she was awake, you laid back down on the makeshift bed, which wasn't any more comfortable than it was before. Your mind was racing, what would the morning be like? Would Elvis pretend it never happened? What if Lisa-Marie found out? You rolled over, and closed your eyes, trying to force yourself to sleep. 

Soon enough, soft rays of sunlight pooled into the room. You could hear Lisa-Marie downstairs, laughing about something. Sleepily raising up you rubbed your eyes then sighed softly. You really should get up, you thought to yourself before doing so. Rummaging through your bag of clothes you pulled out a light blue dress with long mesh sleeves. Quickly changing and fixing your hair you headed downstairs, feeling your heart begin to race as you heard Elvis’s voice. Stopping on the steps you debated going back up in the room. “There you are!” Lisa-Marie exclaimed, causing you to jump. “I was wondering when you’d get up!” She peered from the doorway, nervously you smiled. “I had trouble sleepin–” You explained, fiddling nervously with your hands as you slowly continued down the steps. “Well come eat breakfast!” Lisa-Marie smiled and disappeared back into the kitchen. 

As you walked in you saw Elvis sitting in one of the chairs at the table, cigar in hand, and smiling as Lisa-Marie plated slightly malformed pancakes and slightly burnt bacon. Approaching the table to sit down Elvis’s gaze moved over to you. “Well, good morning sleepin' beauty.” He teased, and you smiled nervously. You sat down across from Elvis, fiddling with your hands still, your gaze lowered to the table. “Here!” Lisa-Marie said, placing plates in front of both you and Elvis. Looking up at her you noticed she was wearing her ‘going out’ dress. “Ain’t you gonna eat?” Elvis asked her, putting out the cigar and picking up his fork. “Oh no! I’m not hungry right now- besides, I gotta run to town.” Lisa said, grabbing her bag off the counter. “What- Why?” You asked quickly. “Ah- well, ya know...I just wanna pick up a few things..” Lisa-Marie said, her face growing red a bit. She was going to meet her little boyfriend, which meant she would be gone for a good while. Elvis nodded as he ate, not even questioning his daughter's obvious lie. You wanted to ask her to stay home, or at least if you could go with her. “Alright Yisa..be safe.” He said and Lisa-Marie smiled, “Thank ya!” She exclaimed heading out the door leaving you and Elvis alone at the breakfast table.

The tension was undeniably thick, taking small glances at Elvis as you took small bites of bacon you couldn’t help but notice his nonchalant nature, as if nothing had happened before. Elvis finished off the last of his pancakes, washing it down with a swig of his coffee. The silence between him and you was palpable. He glanced over at you, a sly smirk forming on his face. “You look mighty nervous this mornin',” he began, leaning back in his chair. "Is there somethin' on your mind, sweetheart?" You bit your lip, hesitating for a moment then finally looked up at him.  "Well...last night- that was my first time ever doing anything like that and I–" The words tumbled out in a rush, your cheeks flushing red with embarrassment.

Elvis chuckled, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Well now, darlin', ain’t no reason to be embarrassed.." He smiled at you, his fingers tapping on the table. “Tell me this…did ya like it?” Elvis asked, his tone was oddly serious. Your hands shook, your heart pounding in your ears as you responded quietly, "Well…yeah.." You looked down, heat rushing to your face as you spoke the words aloud. Elvis leaned back in his chair, his smile widening. "That's what I thought," he murmured. "My, my, my...Don’t you just look so purty in that dress." Your eyes widened, the sudden change in conversation shocking you. "You think so..? you whispered, your face beginning to flush. “Course lil’ girl,” Elvis said, smiling, you couldn’t help but notice something lingering in his eyes. Elvis's smile grew wider as he continued, "You know, I've been thinking, darlin'. We got us a whole day ahead, and I reckon we could find some ways to pass the time." Your eyes met his. "Like what?" you asked. He leaned across the table, laughing slightly. "Well, how’s about I show you the Jungle Room?" he asked, tilting his head. Confused, you nodded, pushing your breakfast plate forward the both of you stood up. 

Leading you to the Jungle Room, Elvis walked ahead of you in long strides. You felt timid behind him, like a small mouse. Opening the door you looked around the room. The lush green carpet matched the plants and vines scattered around the room, wooden tables, and brown fur couches and chairs adorned with wooden accents. The room was undeniably beautiful. As if sensing your amazement Elvis chuckled. “Ain’t it nice?” He asked, looking at you smiling. You nodded in response, finding yourself unable to speak. Elvis had already made his way across the room, sitting down on the couch leaving you standing in awe. “C’mere little girl, come sit down,” Elvis called. As you approached him, Elvis patted the seat next to him, a grin playing on his lips. You hesitated for a moment before sitting down, your heart pounding in your chest. The room seemed to grow warmer, and the two of you seemed much closer than before. “Now, tell me…When do ya think Yisa will be home..?” Elvis asked, the question was innocent enough, but something told you it was all but that. “I-I’m not sure...Maybe a couple hours?” You responded, adjusting the hem of your dress. “Well, I spose’ we should find somethin’ to pass the time.” You feel his calloused fingers run along your inner thigh, a small chuckle escaping his lips. “Now, now darlin’ no reason to get all tense...Ain’t the first time.” 

His hand slowly begins to knead your thigh, looking up at him you notice his little smirk. Leaning in as he kisses you, you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. His hand continued to massage your thigh, his fingers gently probing deeper. You could feel the familiar tension building within you, a mix of excitement and anxiety. The kiss deepened, his tongue exploring your mouth, the feeling was foreign. You tried to follow in his footsteps, moving your tongue carefully with his. You moaned softly into the kiss, your body trembling. His other hand moved to your waist, pulling you closer to him. You could feel his erection pressing against your thigh, causing you to pull away. “E-Elvis..” You muttered breathlessly. His hand moved from your thigh to your waist, his fingers trailing down your spine. You shivered at the sensation, your body yearning for more. his eyes locked onto yours, "You gonna let me take ya, lil’ girl? " he asked, his voice hoarse. You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. "Yes," you whispered, your voice barely audible. His eyes gleamed with approval, his hands moving up your dress. Lifting it up and taking it off, you heard his tongue click at the sight of your white lacy panties and bra. Elvis's hands rubbed across your folds, feeling your wetness grow. "Mmm, doll..," he whispered, his breath warm against your ear. He began to stroke your clit gently through your panties, his fingers massaging the bundle of nerves. "Feel familiar?" He teased, his voice low. You whimpered in response, your body trembling.  He continued, his fingers darting in and out of you, your wetness coating his digits. "You're so tight, lil’ one. But I’ll stretch you out, ain't that right? " He questioned, his voice dripping with lust. You nodded, your mind hazy with pleasure. He leaned in, whispering, "I'm gonna take these off, baby." His voice was low, husky, and filled with desire. You blushed, nodding, your heart pounding. He finally slid your panties off of you, exposing your swollen cunt. "Mmm," he hummed, admiring the sight before him. His hands roamed your body, rubbing along your sides and finally stopping at your bra. Unbuckling it, he chuckled. “Look at them..” Elvis said, cupping one in his hands. You couldn't help but feel much more vulnerable. After all, you were completely naked while Elvis sat completely clothed, his cock hard against his leg. “E-Elvis..” You muttered, looking at him with slight frustration. “Now, now darlin’ I'm getting to it.” He said, unbuttoning his already slightly unbuttoned shirt. Whimpering at the sight of his body you felt so needy, just the sight of him soaked your thighs. Once in his boxers he loomed over you as you laid down on the couch. You watched him smirk as he studied your face. Pulling down his boxers his cock sprung out, swollen and leaking copious amounts of precum. Elvis must’ve noticed your surprise, letting out a small chuckle. “Think you can take it?” He teased, stroking it a few times in his hand. 

"Don't worry, baby, I'll ease you in." Elvis bent down, facing your puffy cunt, A shiver ran through your body, arching your back into his touch. "You're going to like this, trust me." With that, Elvis leaned in, running his tongue along your slit. You gasped, your hips bucking off the couch. Elvis chuckled, the vibration ringing against your cunt. His tongue darted in and out of your entrance as his fingers continued to work your clit, flicking and rubbing gently. You felt the tension building once again, your body trembling in anticipation. "Oh, Elvis..." you whimpered, your hands grasping onto the couch behind you. He continued to eat you out, his fingers and tongue working in harmony. You could feel your orgasm building, growing ever closer. Just as you felt yourself about to cum, Elvis pulled away, leaving you panting and wanting. "Not yet, baby girl. I want to feel you tighten around my cock." You could hardly hear him over your ragged breathing.  He positioned himself between your legs, rubbing his cock against your slick entrance. You could feel the head of his cock press against you, your breath hitched as you felt him slowly insert it. Groaning with every move Elvis bit his lip focused on the sight of your cunt struggling to take him. “Goddamn darlin’, you gotta ease up. I-It won’t fit if ya don’t..” He stuttered as you tried to relax, feeling his cock inch deeper. Covering your face in embarrassment you felt a sudden pricking feeling, causing you to cry out. “Calm down lil’ girl, it’s in now.” Elvis said, groaning. 

 With a deep breath, Elvis thrust into you, filling you completely. You yelped out, a little bit of tears fell from your eyes as your body tensed around him. He pulled out slightly, before pushing back in, “There you go, hunny.” He said, admiring how you squirmed beneath him. With each thrust becoming deeper than the last, you could feel every inch of him. Your body bouncing up and down as you let out whimpers of pain.  But as he continued to thrust, the discomfort began to fade, replaced by pleasure. "Fuck, you're so tight..." Elvis hissed, his pace increasing. He began to slam into you, your cries of pleasure echoing throughout the room. Each thrust made you feel so full. Blabbering mindlessly, you begged for him not to stop, his hand gripped your breast as he continued pounding into you. The room was filled with the sound of flesh smacking against flesh. "F-fuck Elvis! I'm close!" You cried out, your body writhing beneath him. You could hear him begin to growl as his thrusts became sloppy and more needy, begging for any kind of friction. “I’m gonna cum, lil’ girl,” Elvis said, through a shaky moan. “Gonna fill ya up. Gonna- Gonna..” Elvis stuttered leaning over you, his head resting above yours as warm cum coated the inside of your cunt, causing you to gasp. “E-Elvis..” You whispered breathlessly as he leaned up and pulled out of you. Closing your eyes you took deep breaths, trying to find your composure.

 You felt Elvis get off the couch and heard the rustling of clothes before you turned over and looked at him. He was already almost entirely dressed, now buckling his belt. "That's it, hunny. Just breathe.." He said, his voice gentle and soothing. He grabbed a cover from one of the chairs and handed it to you before reaching a hand out to you, Elvis helped you sit up and pulled your dress back over you, fixing it in place. “You did so, so good darlin,” Elvis said, fixing your dress before admiring you. “I’m assumin’ Yisa will be back soon..” Elvis said, looking up at the door. You looked up at him, fixated on his face. “I love you.” You muttered under your breath as you pulled him into a hug. His arms quickly wrapped around you, holding you as close as possible. “You’re mine now, lil’ one.” He said, stroking your hair and kissing you softly on your forehead. “I love ya. I truly do.” He said, stepping back, his hands resting on your shoulders. 

“My purty girl. All mine.” 

GUYSSS!!! WE HIT 100 FOLLOWERS MWAHHH! i love you all so so much, this means the world to me <3 i couldn’t thank y’all enough i’m so happy 😭

part one <3

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[sylusjinwoon]

{ 189 }

marry me.

jinwoo sung x fem.reader

{ i am standing in the line while holding confetti | i see the girl of my dream is smiling like the sun | in her wedding dress… }

you felt butterflies fluttering all around your stomach, your gaze honed in to your reflection as you could see the brilliance of your white wedding gown cascading down your form.

you smile at your features in the mirror, feeling like a goddess as your heart soared at the thought of seeing your groom-

of finally being able to share the rest of your life with him.

you continue to admire your reflection and place the thin veil across your features when a series of knocks was heard coming from the door. you allow the person to enter, seeing your father’s smiling face. he takes a moment to breathe, basking in the beauty of his little girl on her big day.

“you look beautiful, honey, too beautiful for words to describe.” your father ends up taking you within his embrace, allowing you to fall against him as you felt the tears well up within your eyes.

“ah, dad, stop, you’re gonna make me cry and ruin my makeup.” you tried to hold back your tears, but was unable to stop the few droplets that fall while sliding down your cheek.

“i’m sorry.” your father chuckles before lifting your veil once more, apologizing to you over and over again while wiping away your tears. he gently coos at you, whispering comforting words while waiting for your tears to slow down before placing the veil back over your features, “come, your future waits for you.”

you nod and take a hold of his hand, allowing him to finally walk you down the aisle. gentle music begins to play when you arrive amidst the chapel, with the crowd falling silent at your arrival. gorgeous bouquets surrounded the area as you step across the floors leading you to your future husband.

your breathing was hitched, seeing jinwoo dressed to perfection in a pristine suit. his grey eyes never left your form, seeming to water as they eagerly drank in the sight of you. and you weren’t faring any better either, feeling even more tears falling down your face as your father walked you toward jinwoo.

your father’s blessing and utter respect he held for jinwoo was seen shining in his gaze when he allows your fiancé to take a hold of your hand, returning to one of the benches as he sat beside your mother.

with you settled beside jinwoo, you allow him to take a hold of your veil, revealing your smiling (but crying) face to him. with a loving smile, jinwoo takes your hand and gives it a squeeze. with the priest settled in front of you, he begins the ceremony, speaking of how your lives were now forever intertwined. when it was time for you and jinwoo to recite your written vows, you allowed jinwoo to speak first since you needed a moment to calm down your racing heart and stop the tears from streaming down your face.

jinwoo begins by stating your name in a reverent manner, grey eyes shining with absolute and utter adoration for you before starting to speak, “you were with me since the beginning. never once did you demean or insult me when i was once known as the weakest hunter in the world. instead, you stuck by me and always, always did everything in your power to support me and remain by my side. that was the moment i knew that you were my forever, and i honestly couldn’t have asked for a better soulmate… i love you.”

at the end of his vows, you were a blubbering mess, unable to dry your tears while shakily telling him your own vows, “sung jinwoo, what i feel for y-you has and always will be an u-unconditional type of love. you mean more to me than all the riches in the world, a-and i want you to know that you never have to be anything other than who you truly are… to me, you’re not the world’s strongest hunter, but simply my beloved jinwoo, the man i will love for forever and a day.”

jinwoo’s breath was heard hitching the tiniest bit when the priest finishes the ceremony. “sung jinwoo, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? do promise to love and cherish her, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, for richer for poorer, for better for worse, and forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto her for so long as you both shall live?”

“i do.” jinwoo’s voice rang strong and true as you smiled back at him.

the priest states the same words to you, and you answer with your own resounding, “i do.”

“by the power vested in me, i now pronounce you husband and wife! you may now kiss the bride!”

“finally.” jinwoo was heard letting out a whisper of desperation, his large hand coming around the back of your head before crashing his lips against yours in a searing kiss that was meant to convey his promises of forever with you.

and with your family and friends cheering on for yours and jinwoo’s union, you felt your heart become alight with pure joy, ready to spend the rest of your days with sung jinwoo.

a.n. - i have a bit of a writers block for the hubby, so have a cute wedding drabble instead 😭 also i know this is such an american wedding,,, but like im not well versed in korean weddings so play along with me okay???

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[tender-rosiey]

immune — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: chapter 225 spoilers ig? + mentions of blood and death; have fun <3

your heart dropped as the scene played out in front of you.

satoru, your husband, the strongest sorcerer, had his domain broken. the shattered glass hits the ground and creates a terrifying symphony.

a symphony that ends the moment you see your husband’s neck being slashed by none other than sukuna.

you let a gut-wrenching scream, “SATORU!!”

his blood is everywhere and he has fallen to the ground. you look around, desperate for any sign that it isn’t true.

all you see, however, is tear-stained faces that have ultimately accepted their demise and the face of a man—no a curse that is grinning wickedly at the sight of your husband’s corpse.

you take a step back, and sukuna starts to approach you, kicking satoru’s head in the process, “I am sure you would like to join your dear husband, right?”

sukuna cackles at your terrified face, “’until parted by death’, huh, then I will do you a favour and reunite you both once again.”

you want to scream, run, cry, hide, anything, but you’re glued in place, trembling miserably.

a hand nears your face at a piercing speed to slash you.

“NO!”

you are jolted awake, breathing heavily. your hand flies up to your neck and face and you feel no scar.

you frantically look around—you’re in your room. you pat the spot beside you, only to find nothing.

what about satoru?

you jump off the bed and race down to the living room, “satoru, where are you?!”

“hey sweets, I was just getting a cup of water—“ his eyes finally land on you and he is silent before he speaks up again, voice much softer, “…did you have a nightmare?”

you throw yourself into his embrace and start wailing and crying loudly.

you’re holding him tightly, but even with that, he feels you shaking.

satoru feels his heart breaking as his arms wrap around your quivering figure.

he starts rubbing your back soothingly and he kisses the top of your head, patiently waiting for you to calm down.

“y-y-you—,” you try to explain, but your sobs interrupt you and you bury your face into his chest even more.

burdened with sorrow, satoru is frowning and his eyebrows are furrowed.

times like these make him wish to have had a technique of a different kind, something that will soothe you and take all these nightmares away.

but he doesn’t and the most he can do is stroke your hair and press feather-like kisses on your face.

he whispers sweet nothings into your ear, with a firm but soft, “I am here.”

after a while, your sobs die down and you slowly start to steady your breathing.

satoru smiles softly, “atta girl, you’re doing great.”

you don’t speak and just hold onto his hand. he squeezes your hand lightly and you finally feel your body relax.

you feel him kiss your cheek.

“do you want to tell me about it?” he hands you a cup of your favorite warm drink.

you look at the cup and chuckle lightly, “how did you even make this?”

he shrugs with a smile and presses a kiss to the tip of your nose.

“I…” you take a deep breath, “dreamt of you…um—dying.”

he hums , thoughtfully, and rocks both of you gently, “that does sound awful, but!”

“but?”

“that’s not something you need to worry about, gorgeous,” he calmly says.

you stress, “but, satoru, you’re only human; you’re not immune to death.”

he rests his forehead on yours, “but I can avoid it more than most, plus even if I do die—which is unlikely, you will never get rid of me unless it’s old age—I will always be with you, hun.”

you sigh, knowing that there is no arguing with him, “just…take of yourself, satoru; I don’t know what I would do without you.”

he nods and kisses your shoulder, “I will do my best, sweets.”

“I am sleepy,” you yawn.

he chuckles, “I know, y/n.”

“I am tired,” you cuddle closer.

“I know—“

“I love you.”

he smiles, “I love you too.”

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[pupkashi]

Idk if your taking requests but I may or may not be in need of a gojo comfort fic when your boss is shitty and work is stressful👉👈

hi anon i hope this brings you a little comfort <3 wishing you all the best you amazing hard worker !!! i didn’t expect this to get this long

everything seems off the second satoru enters your shared home. there’s no sound from the kitchen or tv, there’s no music playing and there’s no lights on.

his first instinct is to panic, his mind racing as he wonders if something bad had happened to you, ready to burn down the world to ensure your safety and make anyone responsible pay for hurting his lover.

then he takes a deep breath, calms his racing heart and calls out your name. when he gets no response he frowns, heart rate spiking again as he searches the living room, kitchen and restroom before heading upstairs.

a wave of relief washes over him when he sees warm light peaking out from the cracked bedroom door. he’s about to open the door to loudly greet you when he stops in his tracks, heart dropping when he hears your muffled sniffles.

the second you see the door opening your face pales, trying your best to wipe any stray tears away before satoru can see you.

“angel! didn’t expect you back so soon” you laugh nervously, wiping your nose with the sleeve of his your sweatshirt as you stand up from the floor. you know your eyes are puffy and red, you know you’ve been caught but a part of you hopes satoru will let it slide just this once.

the other part of you knows he won’t let it go, he’s going to do everything in his power to help you and make you feel better about it all.

“what happened? are you hurt? who hurt you?” his words come out with a flurry of emotions; anger, sadness, and worry all wrapped up with a bow of concern as he walks up to you quickly. he’s gently resting his hands on your shoulders, looking you over and around the room to try and figure out what had happened.

“I’m okay it’s nothing” you say, trying your best to force a small smile, but your bottom lip quivers. it hurts satoru too much for him to stand around doing nothing.

“sweetheart please,” he whispers, brows drawn together in concern, “I just wanna help you.” his gentle words are enough to make you break down into tears again, knees weak as you let yourself sit on the edge of the bed, holding your head in tour hands as you cried.

“work is just so shitty” you say as best you can, calming yourself down as satoru holds you against his chest tightly. “my boss treats me like I’m an idiot who can’t do anything” you mumble against his chest.

“i do everything i can and prove myself over and over again- I’ve taken on so many things lately and it’s so stressful and for what?” you question, pushing yourself off your lover and looking him in the eyes, “all so they can tell me i need to do better? i hate it there, they never acknowledge me and- i hate it” you cry, tears welling in your eyes once more.

the last weeks had been too overwhelming to handle, but you’d set your emotions aside, wanting to perform at your best at work. your boss’ shitty remarks were the tipping point for you as you clocked out.

satoru holds you tightly against him, trying his best to calm you down. he’s rubbing your back with one hand and holding your head against his chest with the other. it’s not until he feels you only hiccuping as you calm down that he loosens his grip on you.

when you pull away from him you cringe at how soaked you’ve left his t shirt, biting back an apology as you know the state of his shirt isn’t even on his mind at the moment.

“did you want to just vent or did you want me to give input?” he asks softly, acknowledging that sometimes he doesn’t need to give you any advice, you can handle yourself when you need to.

“just wanted to vent i guess” you mumble, thanking him when he hands you tissues to blow your nose.

“i can always kill your boss” he smiles. you smack his chest softly, chuckling as you shake your head. you know he’s not joking about it, fully prepared to end anyone that makes you cry. “okay then how about buying out the company?” he thinks, a finger on his chin as you shove him.

“stop throwing your money around for nothing” you tell him, making him pout as he looks at you.

“it’s not nothing though, it’s for you” he says, pressing a feathery kiss to one of your cheeks, “I’d spend every penny i have to see you smile, sweetheart.” the words have your face growing hotter by the second, and you don’t care to admit the way your heart thumps against your ribcage at his confession.

“but for now how about i just spend however much you want on some takeout and snacks, yeah?” his words make you smile, letting yourself lean against him, letting your eyes flutter shut. they burned slightly from how hard you’d cried, for a second you worry about how swollen they’ll be tomorrow, but it quickly fades when you feel satoru’s lips on the top of your head.

“here, pick whatever you want while i go start the shower” he smiles, handing you his phone before he’s kissing your forehead and heading to the restroom.

time seems like it stops for a second, as you scroll on satoru’s phone and pick your favorite takeout, you leave it unlocked so he can ass his meal on there too. like clockwork he’s stepping out of the restroom, motioning for you to join him in the restroom.

it’s one of the most intamiye moments you’ve shared with him, letting him gently take the clothes you were wearing off. you step out of the pants and underwear pooled around your ankles a he ushers you into the shower. satoru takes his clothes off afterwards, following you in and grabbing the shower head.

he lets the warm water run over you, making sure to get your hair soaked before he’s getting shampoo in his hands and massaging it in. then he does the same with the conditioner and body wash. it’s relatively quiet, save for the water running and satoru’s occasional humming.

once he’s done he’s giving you a warm towel, wrapping it around you and telling you he’d be right out. satoru shampoos his own hair with much less gentleness and care than he had yours, quickly rinsing his hair and drying himself off before joining you on the bed.

“you wanna wear my sweatshirt? I’ll spray my cologne on it for you” he grins, heart leaping when your eyes sparkle at his words. satoru doesn’t waste a moment, handing you the sweater and a fresh pair of underwear.

he’s putting in boxers and grey sweats, messily towel drying his hair when the doorbell rings. “you wanna eat up here or downstairs?” he asks you, slipping a black t shirt on before opening the bedroom door.

“let’s do downstairs” you smile, watching as he walks down the hall and disappears down the stairs. you close your eyes and let out a sigh of relief, feeling like the pressure of the world had been washed down the drain thanks to your lover.

life feels okay again as you eat takeout on the couch, a shitty romcom on the tv as you two poke fun at the main characters of the movie, betting on what cliche they’ll do next. there’s a pint of your favorite ice cream flavor waiting for you in the fridge and a bouquet of flowers in a beautiful vase now adorning the dinner table.

satoru keeps you at his side the whole night, pampering and assuring you how amazing you were. he makes sure to tell you that he could easily support you if you wanted to quit, he could have you moved to another location if you just say the word.

but you shake your head, “i just had it piled up for too long, I’ll be okay” you assure him. “plus i have a really great boyfriend to help me when things he hard” you add on, making him smile and hold you tighter.

“sweets you don’t need me at all, you’re much stronger than i am” he chuckles, “i would’ve killed them by now; you’re so resilient.” his words make you smile, letting a comfortable silence fall over the two of you.

work sucks, your boss is an asshole. but satoru is always there to help you when things get too much. and you have a sneaking suspicion that a blue eyed man is behind your boss getting fired in two days time.

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

I Got You » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Boyfriend/Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader with Steve Rogers/Captain America, Sam Wilson/Falcon, and Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

Summary: Y/N gets kidnapped by HYDRA and Bucky saves her.

Warnings: Fluff, language, HYDRA, kidnapping, blood and bruises, crying, hugs and kisses, cuddling, Bucky being the best/protective boyfriend ever, use of pet names

A/N: This is based off a dream I had.

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

Bucky was pacing back and forth in the lounge room of the Avengers Compound, wondering why you are there yet. You told him that you would hangout at the Compound while he trains for an upcoming mission.

“What’s wrong with you?” Sam asks, walking in the room.

“I’m worried about Y/N.” Bucky says.

“Did something happen to her?” Sam asks.

“I don’t know. That’s what I’m trying to figure out.” Bucky says, running his fingers through his hair.

Natasha walks in the lounge room with a phone in her hand.

“Barnes, someone’s on the phone for you.” Natasha says, handing him the phone.

Bucky furrows his eyebrows, taking the phone from her. If it’s you, you would’ve called his phone.

“Hello?” Bucky answers.

“Didn’t take long to get ahold of you, Winter Soldier.” The man says in a Russian accent.

“What the hell do you want?” Bucky asks.

“It’s more like who I have.” The man chuckles. “Meaning, your precious doll.” He says.

Bucky felt his heart drop and his mind started racing. He began thinking the worst.

“I swear if you do anything to her. I’ll-” Bucky got interrupted.

“You’ll what, Soldat? Kill me? That wouldn’t do you any good if you want to find your best girl alive.” The man says and hung up.

Bucky stood there frozen as the line went dead. His blood began to boil. He shoved the phone in Natasha’s hand and went to find Steve. Sam and Natasha looked at each other in confusion before following Bucky.

“Steve, get your shield.” Bucky says, walking in the conference room.

“Why?” Steve asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

“Barnes, what’s wrong? Who was on the phone?” Natasha asks.

“HYDRA. They have Y/N.” He tells them.

“What did he say?” Sam asks.

“That they have Y/N and that’s it.” He explained. “I really need to find her.” He says, tears brimming his eyes.

“We’ll find her, Buck.” Steve says softly, putting a comforting hand on his best friend’s shoulder.

Meanwhile, you woke up to the feeling of your head pounding. You moved to get up, only to find out that you were strapped down to a chair, making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“I was wondering when you would going to wake up. I was beginning to think that one of my men struck you too hard and killed you.” A man’s voice said.

You looked up, seeing a bunch of people surround you.

“My name is-” You interrupted him.

“I don’t care what your fucking name is. Where the hell am I?” You asked.

You yelped when his hand smacked you across your face, hard enough to make your head turn. He gripped your jaw roughly and looked in your eyes.

“It’s rude to interrupt people when they’re talking.” He says.

He let go of your jaw and walked away for a moment before watching back towards you.

“Now, you know someone we want back.” He says.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about.” You lied, knowing that he’s talking about Bucky.

“Really? The name James Buchanan Barnes doesn’t sound familiar to you?” He asks.

“No.” You lied again.

“Liar!” He shouts, smacking you again causing you to whimper in pain. “You know who he is cause you’re wearing his Army dog tags!” He yells. “Where is he?” He asks.

“Fuck you!” You shouted. “He’d never come back to this hell hole!” You say.

The man chuckled before turning to two of his men.

“Take her to a cell.” He tells them.

They nodded and uncuffed you from the chair, carrying you down the hallway. You tried your best to fight them off, but their grip on you was too strong. The more you fought them, the tighter their grip got. When they got you to a cell, they threw you in there. You fell to the floor and hit your head causing you to whimper in pain. You put a hand on the spot where you hit your head, feeling a little bit of blood trickling into your hand. You sat against the wall in the corner of the cell, pulling your knees up against your chest and wrapped your arms around them.

“Bucky, where are you? Please hurry.” You say to yourself, tears rolling down your cheeks.

Meanwhile, Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Natasha were on their way to you. Bucky tugging at his hair and was pacing back and forth in the quinjet, feeling like he was losing his mind. Bucky’s mind immediately started thinking the worst.

“Buck…” Steve snaps Bucky out of his thoughts. “We’re going to find her.” He says.

“What if we don’t? It’ll be my fault for not saving her.” Bucky says.

“None of this is your fault and you know it. Y/N knows it too.” He says softly, putting a comforting hand on Bucky’s shoulder.

“I can’t lose her, Steve. She’s the love of my life. I won’t survive without her.” He tells his best friend with tears in his eyes.

Steve gave Bucky a hug.

“I’m sorry to break up your moment, but we’re at the base.” Sam informs the Super Soldiers. “Are you ok, man?” He asks Bucky.

“I will be when I get the love of my life back.” Bucky says.

Bucky, Steve, Sam, and Natasha got off of the quinjet and cautiously approached the base, finding an unlocked door. They went inside of the base and split up so they could find you. You jumped at the sound of an alarm and gunshots. You stayed in the corner of the room, continuing to hug your knees. The next thing you knew, the door was kicked down causing you to cover your head in fear and your heartbeat to pick up. Bucky carefully approached you, making sure to not scare you.

“Doll, it’s Bucky.” Bucky says softly.

You uncovered your head and looked up, seeing your boyfriend. You immediately stood up and hugged him, breaking down into tears. Bucky held you tightly in his arms, tears escaping his eyes.

“You’re ok. I got you, babydoll.” He whispers.

He pulled away from the hug to kiss you passionately. Bucky felt relieved, knowing that you’re ok.

“I’m so happy that you’re alive.” Bucky says in almost a whisper, looking deep in your eyes.

He kissed you once more before informing Steve, Sam, and Natasha that he found you and you’re alive and safe. He picked you up bridal style and carried you to the quinjet, taking you to the Compound. Bucky helped you get cleaned up and patched you up, kissing each one of your injuries. Luckily you sustained minor injuries. Bucky has not left your side in the past few days. He helped you through a nightmare when you woke up crying. He held you close to him and you guys watched movies to get your mind off of everything. He even made coffee for you in the morning.

“How’s Y/N doing?” Steve asks Bucky.

“Last night, she had a nightmare and woke up crying.” Bucky tells them.

“She’s going to get through this, Bucky.” Natasha says, putting a comforting hand on his right arm.

“We’re here for her if she needs anything.” Sam says.

“Thanks, guys.” Bucky smiles at them.

Everyone went quiet when you walked in the kitchen. You smiled softly at them, playing with one of the sleeves of your -Bucky’s- sweatshirt.

“You ok, doll?” Bucky asks, handing you your coffee and wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m fine. I just got lonely.” You say, taking a sip of your coffee.

Bucky held you close to him and kissed the top of your head.

“I wanted to tell you guys thank you for helping Bucky save me.” You say.

“We’d do it again.” Steve says with a smile.

“We’re here for you, Y/N.” Natasha says.

“We’re just happy that you’re ok.” Sam says.

You gave them a smile. They left the kitchen, giving you and Bucky time alone.

“Thank you for saving me, Bucky.” You say, looking up at him.

“You don’t have to thank me, doll. I will save you no matter what.” Bucky says softly with a smile.

Bucky took your coffee from your hands and put it on the counter. He cupped your cheeks and kissed you passionately. Bucky is so happy to have his best girl back. He’s going to do everything he can to protect you. One thing’s for sure, he’s never letting you out of his sight again.

“I love you so much, doll.” Bucky says softly, moving a piece of your hair from your face.

“I love you more, Buck.” You say in almost a whisper, looking in his beautiful blue eyes.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[enhaheeseung]

Come back to me - L. HS

Pairing: heeseung X fem reader!

Warnings: angst, crying, cursing, jealousy.

WC: 3,574k

Part nine

Masterlist

It was seven in the morning, and you were wide awake last night. You didn't get the best sleep because you were tossing and turning all night, just waiting to call heeseung in the morning.

The thought was very scary to you, but since he was putting in so much effort, you couldn't leave him hanging. You didn't want to forgive him so easily, but you also didn't want him to think you weren't interested anymore at all.

You sighed anxiously, waiting for the right time to call him. "Ugh," you groaned, looking at the clock, and you just couldn't wait any longer, so you reached for your phone on the nightstand, deciding to call him instead of texting.

Maybe you just wanted to hear his voice, maybe not, but he didn't have to know any of that.

"Mmm," Heeseung groaned the moment his loud, obnoxious ringtone startled him awake. He blindly reached for it, missing it more than a few times while patting his nightstand until he finally got a hold of it. His eyes were still closed while hitting the answer. button. "H-hello?" He groggily answers, and just his morning voice is enough to give you so many little butterflies.

"Sorry, did I wake you?" You say apologetically cause you could obviously tell he had just woken up.

Heeseung literally jolted up, eyes springing open the moment he heard your voice. "N-no!" He practically yelled into the speaker. "No, I mean yeah, kinda," he chuckles softly. "But I'm off today. I should be up anyway," he replied while staring at the clock that read seven twenty-two.

"Oh, I'll call you back later then," you apologize, getting ready to hang up.

"No, no, no, it's okay. Uhm, did you want to talk about something?" He clears his throat, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, still not believing this is actually reality. The last thing he expected was to wake up to a call from his angel.

"Oh," you said and stayed silent before collecting yourself and responding. "I was just wondering if you're still free. You could come over tonight for dinner." you chewed your lip, heart racing the moment the words left your mouth.

"Yeah, of course, I'm free. I'm always free for you," he replies softly.

"O-okay, good," you said shyly. The silence on the other end was a bit awkward, before he quickly broke it.

"So what time were you thinking? Cause any time is good for me. I'll come over right now if you want me to." he knew that sounded so desperate, but at this point, he was desperate.

"Maybe six?" You ask, even though you wanted to see him way sooner than that.

"Yeah, that'd be great, y/n." he sighs dreamily, thinking of seeing you, and even though he just found out he was going to see you, he already couldn't wait. "What about five?" He didn't want to push his luck, but if he could shave an hour off the time until he could see you, then he'd be more than happy to.

"Oh," you laughed quietly. "Okay"

"Yeah? Okay, angel, I'll be there, I promise." You could hear he was smiling just by the tone of his voice, and it only made you smile more than you already were. "How about I bring takeout from your favorite spot so you don't have to bother cooking?" He suggested.

"Yeah, sounds good. See you then, bye, heeseung," you said softly, trying your hardest not to scream with excitement.

"Bye, y/n. I lo- s-see you soon." he was seconds away from saying I love you but tried to play it off, hoping you didn't hear his minor slip-up.

"Bye," you whisper and hang up the phone after waiting a few seconds.

"OH MY GOSH," he hopped out of bed, squealing while running to each end of the bedroom. After a few laps, he calmed himself down and took a peek through his closet, searching for something to wear for later tonight.

Only problem is that his closet is full of wrinkled suits and a pile of dirty laundry.

He thought of just going shopping for something new, but that might be a bit extreme, given this wasn't an actual date.

Too torn between shopping and wearing something he already owned, he picked up his phone to make a call and get some advice.

"Jake," he says once his friend picks up the phone.

"Hel-"Jake is immediately interrupted before he can even answer properly.

"I need help. I'm seeing y/n for dinner tonight, and I don't know what to wear. I wanna wear something special for her cause she's special, and I'm panicking cause she's expecting me at five, and it's already nearing 8 in the morning, and I don't have much tim-"

"Woah Woah Woah, slow down," Jake says while laughing. "First of all, you have like an eternity to get ready. Second, congratulations on the dinner. By the way, I'm assuming that's a good thing, and as far as what to wear, just do something casual," he states calmly, even though Heeseung is panicking.

Heeseung took a deep breath, nodding to Jake's words. "Yeah, you're right, thanks, and sorry for rambling. I'm just so nervous about seeing her again. My heart feels like it's gonna beat out of my chest," he sighed and plopped down on the bed.

Jake chuckles softly. "I get it, and no worries, maybe try on some fits, and I'll help you decide?"

"Really? That'd be great. Thank you so much. I'll go get changed."

Jake called Jay for his expertise while Heeseung was trying on the first outfit. They saw at least three different ones and finally decided on something that looked a lot like his work attire, just a little more flashy.

"That's the one," Jay pipes up, clapping his hands.

"You think so?" Heeseung says, turning to look at his outfit on every single angle. "I look like I'm going to work, though," he pouted.

"Trust me, I know what I’m doing, so don't sweat it. You look great," he gives a thumbs up. "Once she sees you, you'll be her dinner for the night," he winks.

Heeseung just scoffed, knowing that it definitely wasn't going to happen tonight. He didn't even deserve it, plus he'd never ask you for something so obnoxious, especially when he was just starting to see a glimmer of hope in your guy's relationship.

"Oh, who's he? He looks handsome," Jake's wife says once she catches a glimpse of Heeseung all dressed up on FaceTime.

"Babe!" Jake shrills while trying to tuck his phone away, which makes heeseung giggle.

"Thank you, Jake's wife~," he says teasingly.

"Am I handsome too?" Jake's phone screen was completely black now while Jay and heeseung could faintly make out what he was saying.

"Hmm, maybe," she said, bobbing his nose and making him frown.

"Well, he's married, so you can mind your eyes." Jake glared at his wife, and heeseung just laughed at his annoyance.

"Honey, I'm joking. You know you're the most handsome to me." She puckered her lips, leaning in for a kiss.

"Get a room," Jay mumbles.

"Mwah, I love you so much, baby," they hear Jake say heeseung smiles while Jay just cringes, threatening to hang up if they don't stop. "Sorry guys," Jake says, showing his face yet again, only to reveal the red lipstick stains on his lips, neck, and cheeks.

"No, no, don't let me interfere. Plus, I've got an outfit, so thanks for the help." Jake doesn't even say bye before hanging up, and that leaves little to Jay and Heeseung's imagination as to what's about to happen.

"Good luck on your dinner date," Jay said half-heartedly and sighed, a disappointed look taking over his features while he stared blankly at Heeseung's celling.

"Than- you good?" Heeseung peeked at the screen, noticing Jay's uneasy expression.

"Nothing, I'm just happy for you, and Jake seems happier with his wife, so yeah.." he mumbles.

"If it's nothing, you wouldn't have said it's nothing, so just tell me." Heeseung undressed, going to wash his outfit for dinner tonight.

"Fine, but don't make fun of me," Jay warns, pointing his finger at the camera while Heeseung nods. "I have just been thinking lately, you know you're working things out with your wife. Jake and his wife are doing better, and I don't know. I guess I'm just envious? I know my wife, and I aren't on the best of terms, and I just want to fix it cause it’s all my fault, but at this point, I'm not sure how to reverse everything that I did. She's just so distant now, and it hurts, especially knowing I'm the one who made her feel that way," he sighed.

Heeseung took in everything. All three of their situations were quite similar, and Jay was right. They were literally the problem. They fell right under that typical insufferable husband role, and he knew exactly how Jay felt, except Jay was a bit better off cause at least he wasn't in between a divorce and a makeup, but it was still bad nevertheless. "I'm gonna give it too straight. I'm not even sure what I'm doing, to be honest. I'm just trying to show her how much I truly do love and appreciate her," he sighed. "I guess what I'm trying to say is you tell her you love her, stop the petty arguments appreciate her for her, and tolerating your bull shit," he says, trying to lighten up the mood, and Jay chuckles softly. "Also, show her how much you love her, listen to her spend time together, maybe even take her to the location of your first date or something memorable, you know?" heeseung advised while loading his laundry into the washer machine.

Jay nodded, taking notes. So hopefully, he could repair his damaged marriage like his friends were doing. "Thanks, I really do appreciate it a lot," he says, getting emotional but trying to play it off, but Heeseung could see right through him.

"And don't be afraid to show your emotions. She'll appreciate that you feel comfortable enough to be vulnerable with her," heeseung encourages. "Now I have a date, and so do you, so I'll talk to you later, yeah?"

"Yea… yeah, I'll let you know how it goes. Thanks again," he sniffles softly, feeling thankful for having a great friend and co-worker like Heeseung.

"Anytime now, let's go get our girls back," he smiles, and Jay crosses his fingers before hanging up his phone.

-

"Hoon, can you please stay just for tonight?" You plead. it's been a few hours since you talked to Heeseung over the phone, and now you are getting cold feet about seeing him, so you’re hoping Hoon could be your moral support.

"Y/n," he sighed. "You're my best friend. I care about you, I really do, but don't you think you two should like spend some time alone? Like just the two of you."

"But hoon, this is the first meet-up since, you know, and I'm just so nervous about seeing him again," you mumbled, clutching onto his shoulder for dear life.

"I don't know…." He says, feeling unsure of the whole thing. "Wouldn't I just make things awkward or more awkward?"

"No, if anything, you'll be there to stop anything awkward from happening." You looked at him silently, begging with your eyes until he caved in.

"Okay," he sighs, and you hug him, feeling relieved. "I still don't think this is a good idea, y/n"

"It'll be fine, thanks Hoon. I can always count on you."

"Yeah, yeah, now unhand me so I can shower." he rolls his eyes playfully.

-

"Hi, y/n." It was minutes before five, and as Heeseung promised, he was standing outside your door, your favorite takeout in hand and a gorgeous smile on his face. He looked so handsome in his black pants and navy blue button-up that you almost forgot to greet him back.

"Hi," you murmur and step aside for him to come in. "I'll take your coat," you say once he sets the food on the kitchen counter.

"Thank you," he says awkwardly while slipping his blazer off his shoulders.

You practically bolted out of the kitchen and ran to the closet to calm yourself. "It's gonna be okay, y/n," you repeated over and over again, fumbling to get a hanger for his coat, and you couldn't help but inhale the cologne on his coat cause you missed his scent so much.

"Oh hey, heeseung" Sunghoon had left his room a few minutes after he heard you and heeseung talking in the kitchen, and he figured that was his cue to join you both.

"Sunghoon? Hi," heeseung straightens his posture from his once-slouched position on the kitchen island.

You came back from the closet, a forced smile on your lips as you saw the two interacting.

Heeseung turned to you, his smile just as forced as yours. "Didn't know we were having company. Would have bought more food."

"Oh!" You laughed awkwardly. "He and I went out for lunch, so we're not that hungry," you assured heeseung so he wouldn't feel bad. Little did you know the idea of you going out to lunch with Sunghoon made him more than just bad. He was furious but didn't show it on the outside. He knew you and Sunghoon were bestfriends, but that didn't mean he relished the idea of another man taking you out to eat.

"Lunch? Like just the two of you?" He asks, pointing back and forth between you and Sunghoon.

Sunghoon gulped, already feeling the tension building in the room. "Yeah," he answers simply.

"Must have been nice. Sure, you both had a great time together all alone." Heeseung smiles widely before it quickly falls, and he decides to unpack the food on the table to distract himself from that mental image of you and Sunghoon hanging out. He knew he was being unreasonable, but still, he was upset and needed a minute or two to control himself.

"Oh, I can get the- " You try to help him plate the food, but he quickly refuses your help.

"It's fine. Why don't you two make yourself comfortable on the couch together" He offers, and you pull back when you make eye contact with Sunghoon, who has been shaking his head back and forth.

"Why would you tell him that??!!" Sunghoon whispers yells once you both sit on the couch.

"Tell him what?" You say, completely oblivious to what was happening.

"Oh, Hoon and I went out to lunch," he says in a slightly pitched voice, mocking your tone.

"Oh……ooooooh," you made a face of realization. "Oopsie"

"Yeah, oopsie, now he probably thinks I'm trying to steal his wife." Sunghoon threw his arms up in the air and exaggeratedly sighed.

"And I don't sound like that." You folded your arms, staring dead ahead.

"You do," he argued.

"Whatever," you said agitatedly. "I wasn't even aware that he'd be upset," you reasoned.

"Y/n," he sighed. "Imagine he invited you over for dinner and brought his girl best friend and, on top of that, told you about his day with her." he sits facing you.

You chewed on your lip in thought. "Okay, I guess I get it, so how do I fix it?" You whisper.

"Calm down, heeseung" he took a deep breath before taking the food to the living room, and all of a sudden, this felt more like a friend hangout than a time for you guys to talk things out, and so he was pissed about that even though he didn't show it.

The dinner was the most awkward thing any of you had ever done, and you blame yourself for that cause now you saw hoons point of view, and it was a very bad decision to have him for moral support, especially because none of you were even saying anything the only sound in the living room was utensils scraping against plates.

Once you all finished eating dinner, you sat in silence until Sunghoon asked if you wanted to watch a movie, to which you replied yes.

Heeseung wanted to say no with every bone in his body because that meant he still wouldn't have time to talk one-on-one with you, but since you wanted to watch it, he agreed.

Half an hour into the movie, heeseung couldn't help but notice that he sat atleast two cushions away from you while Hoon sat right next to you. And at this point, he was fed up. Jealousy was taking over his entire being, so he boldly stood up and took a seat right by your side, seemingly unfazed by how his shoulder and thigh were brushing up against you.

He put his arm on the back of the sofa cushion,m, so he could secure his spot next to you. "You enjoying the movie so far?" Heeseung whispers next to your ear, which makes your skin tingle from his warm breath, fanning against it.

Thank goodness it was dark in the living room cause his face was completely on fire. He felt like he was on a first date with you all over again. That’s just how nervous he was.

You nod softly, nearly just giving in to the temptation of nuzzling up next to him. The proximity was killing you, but you held yourself back from hugging him.

"Me too," he whispers while making direct eye contact. "Reminds me of the nights we used to spend together." he inches his hand closer and closer to your shoulder til his thumb softly brushed against it, testing the waters. The next moment, he was boldly grabbing your shoulder, bringing you closer to his body.

Of course, none of this got by Sunghoon, and he decided it'd be best to leave you two alone like you and he had talked about prior. "Well, I think I'm gonna call it a night." he fake yawns and stretches his arms, giving you a quick wink for good luck.

"Goodnight, hoon," you tell him just before he gets out of sight.

"Night," Heeseung says as he softly squeezes your shoulder, and he sighs in relief at the thought of you both finally being alone together.

After the movie had ended a nerve-racking silence makes him pull away from you, leaving an unreasonable distance between the both of you.

You immediately frown at the distance, and he clears his throat, trying to strike up a conversation even though he doesn't quite know how. "So, how do you like living with sunghoon?" He bounces his leg nervously, barely making any eye contact with you.

"It's.." you trailed off for a moment, thinking of what you wanted to say. "Nice," you put it simply cause obviously you'd rather much be living at home with your husband. Living with Hoon was nice, but nothing could beat being with the love of your life in the privacy of your home.

"That's good," he whispers, eyes nervously darting across every inch of the room. "So, how have you been?"

He hates this. He hates that you're both so awkward right now. He hates how he once used to be comfortable enough around you to share his every thought, but now it feels hard to even speak, and he knows he has no right to be upset cause this is all his doing, and he reminds himself that he deserves this for everything he's done to you.

"Could be better." You gave him a small smile, picking up the pillow on the other side of the couch and fiddling with the loose threads on it.

He feels his heart drop cause he knows it's his fault why you feel like that, and it makes him feel useless as your husband cause his duty was to make you the happiest woman on earth, but instead, he made you feel everything but that. "I'm so sorry, y/n" he lowers his head, tears pricking his eyes. "And here I go again." he laughs pathetically at himself cause all he seemed to be doing in your presence was crying as if he even had the right to as if he was the one being wronged in some way. "I'm so stupid for thinking this could ever even work." he wipes his tears and looks up, finally wiping the tears from his face. "I'm just gonna go." He whispers, voice breaking down with every syllable.

The reality of the damage he'd done for all those months had finally set in. No matter how many times he said sorry or how many times you forgave him, he wasn't deserving of you. He didn't deserve to have the honor of calling you his wife and being your husband. He was a fucking worthless piece of shit that took you for granted, and now he was going to own up to his foolish mistakes. Besides, you were worth way more than anything he could ever even dream of giving you. It hurt him so bad to face the fact, but it was true. If you two couldn’t even speak to one another properly, what was even left?

Absolutely nothing.

It was over.

He should have never contacted you when you left.

He had his chance, and he ruined it, plain and simple.

He got up and left, not concerned about getting his coat, before he walking out the door.

Everything happened so fast that you weren't quite sure what to make of this situation today. You felt like you guys would make some type of steps towards mending things, but to hear him say that and just walk out on you with no explanation was like taking one step forward and two steps back. You were conflicted about what to do, but you let him go, assuming he just needed to be alone right now, not knowing that this would be the last you heard and saw of him.

You sighed, sitting all by yourself, hoping this would end soon. You just wanted your life back. You wanted your husband back. You wanted heeseung to come back to you.

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Consider, if you will.

Sevika with a transfem reader who's super flirty and playful, but who tends to get skittish around intimacy despite being vocally down bad for Sevika and craving the woman.

loveeee this! (couldn't tell if u wanted a smutty ending or not, so i went for the safe route and did no smut. if u want a smutty part 2 lmk!!)

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men and minors dni

"can i ask you something?" sevika asks.

you turn to look up at her from where your head's resting in her lap. "anything." you say honestly. sevika smiles down at you.

"d'you really mean all that shit you tease me about?" she asks.

you blink up at your best friend in confusion. "what shit?"

"y'know... when you flirt with me." she whispers. her eyes are distant and her lips are downturned. it's rare that you see sevika so vulnerable, and the sight makes you sit up and wrap your arm around her shoulders. "do you mean all that stuff you say?" she asks.

you gulp and nod. "of course i mean it, sev, you're the most attractive person i've ever met in my life."

sevika studies you with a furrowed brow. "really?" she asks skeptically.

your heart drops. never in a million years did you think sevika didn't take your compliments seriously. if you'd have known she was so insecure, you would've been ten times more clear. "of course, sev." you whisper, squeezing her shoulder. "i dunno if you've noticed, sevika, but i'm kinda obsessed with you."

she snorts and tilts her head, studying you some more. "how come you never do anything about it, then?" she asks.

it's like the breath gets knocked out of your lungs. you blink owlishly at your best friend, trying to collect your racing thoughts. "what?" you ask.

"you say you're so obsessed with me, but you get all weird when i try to, like, put the moves on you." she whispers, looking away from you shyly.

"wh-what!?" you ask. "you've been putting the moves on me?!" you ask.

sevika chuckles a bit and shrugs. "i've been trying, but... you get all weird." she says.

you take a deep breath and try your best to calm your nerves, before reaching out and grabbing sevika's hand. "well, i... i didn't know." you whisper. "that you feel the same. and..." you trail off, but sevika doesn't interrupt you. she just squeezes your fingers and waits patiently for you to finish your thought. "it's different, y'know... when you're trans." you whisper.

sevika nods a bit, squeezes your fingers again. "you know i would never treat you differently because of that." she whispers.

you gulp and try to keep the tears from welling up in your eyes at her words. you do know that, but knowing is one thing, and hearing her say it is another. "i know." you whisper. "it's just... harder. it's easy to flirt and make you blush and get all flustered-- i can't get my heart broken from that. but... sev, you've got my heart in the palm of your hand. you could crush it so easily." your voice is wobbly and quiet. sevika sniffles, and you're shocked to see that a few tears have fallen down her own cheeks. "oh, sev." you coo, reaching out to grab her face.

"i'm in love with you." sevika whispers. she keeps on talking, but for a few moments all you can hear is ringing in your ear as you try to process her first words. "--don't care how long i have to wait to have you i'll wait forever, i just love you so much and i needed you to kno--mph!"

you cut her off by launching yourself in her arms and pressing your lips to hers.

the pair of you kiss and cry and laugh against one another for nearly half an hour before you finally pull away with a gasp and blink down at sevika's sparkling eyes.

"i'm in love with you too, in case you didn't notice." you say. sevika grins up at you.

"c-cool." she says lamely. you burst into laughter and nod down at the woman beneath you.

"yeah. cool." you agree.

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Can you do a 88’ AJFA Kirk smut where your his girlfriend and on tour with him and you are throwing pretty flirty glances at him all night and Kirk cant take it anymore so he takes you to the empty tour bus and yk 🤭🤭

(and maybe when they get off the other guys tell them they saw the bus shaking…)

YES MY FAVOURITE KIRK ERA 😍

The party was in full swing, the room buzzing with laughter and the sound of music. Kirk and his bandmates were celebrating the end of a successful tour, and the atmosphere was unlike anything I’d ever felt.

I stayed close to Kirk, mingling with friends and enjoying the evening, but my eyes kept drifting back to him. Every time he caught my gaze, I felt a thrill run through me.

There was something about the way he looked at me tonight, a hunger that made my skin tingle.

I couldn’t help but flirt with him all night, throwing him playful glances and coy smiles.

The tension between us built steadily, an invisible string pulling us closer with every passing minute. Kirk’s bandmates were chatting animatedly, but he seemed distracted, his eyes frequently meeting mine across the room.

Finally, unable to take it anymore, he leaned in close and whispered, “I can’t stand it anymore. Let’s get out of here.”

My heart raced as I followed him outside. The cool night air was a stark contrast to the warmth inside, but I barely noticed. We headed towards the tour bus, the one place we knew would be empty.

As soon as we were inside, Kirk’s demeanor changed. He turned to me, his eyes dark with desire.

“You’ve been teasing me all night,” he said, his voice low and rough. “So desperate for me, aren’t you?”

I giggled, feeling a rush of excitement at his words. “Maybe I am,” I replied, my voice low and sultry.

He didn’t waste any time. In one swift movement, he slammed me down over a small table, his hands gripping my hips tightly.

The suddenness of it took my breath away, and I gasped as I felt his hard length pressing against me.

“Is this what you wanted?” he teased, his lips brushing against my ear. “Tell me how much you want it.”

“I want it, Kirk,” I panted, the need in my voice evident. “I want you so bad.”

He chuckled darkly, pulling my pants down in one quick motion. I shivered as the cool air hit my exposed skin, but the feeling was quickly replaced by the heat of his touch. Kirk didn’t hesitate, entering me with one hard thrust that made me cry out in pleasure.

“Oh god, Kirk,” I moaned, gripping the edges of the table for support. “You feel so good.”

He moved with a relentless rhythm, each thrust hard and deep, driving me wild with need. “You’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice strained with effort. “So perfect.”

I could barely form coherent thoughts, my body overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations.

The sensation of every one of his veins gliding past my insides was better than anything.

“Kirk, yes, just like that,” I managed to gasp out. “Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. His hands roamed over my body, gripping and caressing, and I felt like I was on fire. “You’re mine,” he growled, his thrusts becoming even more urgent. “No one else gets to see you like this.”

“Only you, Kirk,” I whimpered, my body trembling. “Only you.”

The pleasure built steadily, coiling tighter and tighter until I thought I might explode. With one final, powerful thrust, I came, crying out his name as waves of ecstasy washed over me.

Kirk followed moments later, his grip on me tightening as he groaned my name in bliss, shooting his load inside me.

We stayed like that for a few moments, catching our breath and reveling in the afterglow.

“Holy shit, I can believe we just did that…” Kirk giggled.

Then, with a shared laugh, we quickly cleaned ourselves up, redressed and made our way back to the party, still giddy from what had just happened.

As we walked in, James, one of Kirk’s bandmates, approached us with a knowing grin. “You two had fun out there?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“What do you mean?” Kirk replied, trying to play it cool.

“We saw the bus shaking,” James said, laughing. “Couldn’t help but notice.”

I blushed furiously, but Kirk just laughed, wrapping an arm around my waist. “What can I say? Sometimes the party just needs to move outside.”

[sun-kissy]

perfect | s.b.

tw: body dysmorphia, fluff

insecure reader, sirius black x reader

You stand in the Gryffindor dorm, staring at your reflection in the mirror with a defeated look on your face. You're stripped down to your bra and panties, so you can see your body for itself. Your fat, ugly, body. You turn this way and that, inhaling deeply and standing straighter to try and make your stomach look smaller. Your mind starts to race with curses and cruel words about how disgusting you looked.

A tear snakes down your cheek as you wrap your arms tightly around your stomach, as though you could physically squeeze the fat away. Your gaze is hopelessly transfixed on your reflection in the mirror, not even realising when your boyfriend peeks his head in through the door.

Sirius sees the tears on your face and feels his heart drop to his stomach, silently padding across the floor towards you. He wraps his arms around your waist and you flinch, snapping back to reality as he rests his head on your shoulder.

"What's wrong, pretty girl?" he whispers, kissing the tears on your cheek. "Nothing." you sigh, willing more tears not to fall but they do anyway, seeing your boyfriend's reflection in the mirror. Seeing how perfect he was, with his silky black locks and stormy grey eyes and body of a greek god. He could easily have any girl he wanted. Why did he ever choose you?

"Baby," Sirius murmurs sadly but bemusedly. "I can see the cogs turning in your head and the tears in your eyes. What's got my girl so upset?" he nudges at your cheek gently. You turn your face away, not missing the look of heartbreak on his face. "I just... I was thinking... I think I'm too fat." you mumble quickly, wanting to get it over with, wanting to hear the truth spill from his lips.

There's dead silence for a moment, as Sirius tries to take in what you said. His mouth opens and closes a few times as he stares at you in the mirror. Your breath hitches, feeling the dread settling in your stomach. "What?" he finally blurts out, seemingly at a loss for words. He grabs your hips tightly and spins you around to face him. "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, love. Why - why would you even think you're too fat? Who told you that?" he says, his words filled with so much sincerity and worry you feel like you could cry.

"No one told me that... I just felt that way," you mutter, glancing away as an embarassed blush coats your cheeks. Sirius sighs. "Baby. Look at me," he says firmly, tilting your chin up until you finally meet his eyes. The love in his eyes makes you slightly giddy. "You're drop dead gorgeous. And I'm not just saying this, I mean it. You're not fat, you're perfect the way you are. I love your curves. I love your body. I love everything about you."

You open your mouth to deny, but Sirius clamps a hand over your mouth, shaking his head and smiling lightly. "No, let me tell you just how pretty you are, baby." He takes his hand off your mouth and holds you at arm's length, his hands on your waist.

Sirius moves his hands to your stomach and smiles at you, his eyes never once leaving yours. "I love your adorable little belly pouch, it's the perfect place to lay my head on. And when you wear tight dresses, it makes you look like an angel," he coos, and you feel your heart melt as he squeezes your stomach gently. He moves his hands to your sides, tracing the length of your hips with his long, slender fingers.

"These stretch marks, they're beautiful. They're yours. And they make your skin look like a veil of golden stardust with dark marks of the galaxy peeking through," he says earnestly, his grin widening as he sees your cheeks start to redden.

Sirius trails his hands to your thighs, pinching them playfully. "And my favourite place to be is in between these jaw-droppingly stunning thighs," he smirks, earning a watery chuckle from you as you slap his arm away playfully. Grateful tears start to pool in your eyes again as he pulls you towards him, burying your head in his chest. "I wish you could see yourself the way I see you, angel." he murmurs, affection coating his voice as he whispers in your ear. "You're beautiful. And don't you ever doubt that, okay?"

You nod against his chest as the tears stream down your cheeks. "Thank you," you choke out, feeling your heart swell with love for your boyfriend who accepted your body, heck - who worshipped it. He presses a soft kiss to the crown of your head. "Nothing to thank me for. If my girl forgets just how godly she looks, I don't mind reminding her." You hear the smile in his voice and pull back slightly to see the smirk start to take over his handsome features.

Sirius wipes your tears away and takes your hand, pulling you towards the bed. That earns a giggle from you as he announces cheekily, "Now, let me kiss every part of your hell of a body and remind you just how perfect you are."

[ell0ra-br3kk3r-writes]

Electric Touch

pairing: fred weasley x fem!reader

genre: fluff fluff flufff

el's thoughts: so sorry i've been mia for a while... excuse the writing haha i'm trying to get back to my usual rythm.. part of my speak now event! requested by @harryslittlebitch

“Just breathe, relax. It’ll be okay.” Y/N paced the living room floor while she waited for the ringing of the doorbell. 

“Y/N, dear, won’t you sit?” Her mother chuckled at the sight of her daughter wringing her hands in worry. 

“Mom, I can’t! I’m so nervous!” She spun on her heel, faced her mother and swung her arms in exasperation. “When have I ever been nervous with Fred? It’s Fred Weasley for Merlin’s sake.”

“You’re one thousand percent right, darling. It’s Fred, you have nothing to be worried about.”

The younger Y/L/N sat down and laid her head on her mother’s shoulder. “You’re right.”

The mother smiled and stroked her daughter’s hair, “And you look stunning, you’ll have him wrapped around your finger. As if you don’t already.”

Y/N laughed, “Thank you.”

Tonight was their first date. Well, first official date. The pair had been playing a long game of pining and the red-head finally confessed the night of their grand departure. Y/N had scoffed and slapped his arm playfully, calling him an idiot as she tried not to cry. She declared her reciprocation of his feelings and he had promised to take her on a date over the summer. And here she was. Waiting for Fred to pull up in his father’s car to take her on their first date.

Y/N’s head shot up, narrowly missing her mother’s. “What if- Merlin.” She ran a hand down her face. “What if he doesn’t like me any more? What if it just doesn’t work out? What do I do then? Mom, I’ve likeed him since second year! It would break my heart- no it would absolutely shatter me if it didn’t work.”

“My sweet girl, please stop worrying. You’ll grow gray hairs before he even arrives if you keep up at this rate.” 

The y/h/c-haired girl shot the older woman a glare only recieving a chuckle. 

“The two of you will be fine. Believe me please. Molly and I both think you’re perfect for each other, and we noticed that since before you went to Hogwarts. You’re excited and it’s making you nervous. A first date is exciting and I’m so incredibly happy for you! It was about time in my personal opinion.”

“Mom!” Y/N lowered her head to her hands.

“What? Do you disagree?” The older woman received no answer. “Exactly. Now you have another hour before he is supposed to arrive, come help me in the kitchen.”

~

Y/N heard a call roll up to the driveway and rushed to the door, swinging it open only to find her father getting out of his car. “Oh.”

“Good to see you too, darling.”

“Sorry dad.” She chuckled and walked to help her dad with his bags, kissing his cheek on the way. “It’s already 8 o’clock…”

Her father turned to face her, “What time did he say he would be here?”

“8 o’clock.”

“Well, give him a few minutes then.” He laughed and walked to the house, closing the door behind them.

She continued to pace the floor much to the amusement of her parents. Frozen in her steps, she saw headlights through the living room shutters and turned to the large clock on the wall. 8:05. She squealed and rushed to the front door, brushing her hands over her skirt and fixed her hair as she waited for him to knock on the door. 

Knock knock.

Her body stuttered as her mind raced over what to do. She cupped her hands around her mouth and turned away from the door before shouting, “I’ll be right there!” She waited a few short moments before she opened the door, promptly ignoring her parent’s laughter. 

“Hiya, Darling!” 

“Hi!” She chuckled as he handed her flowers, “Thank you. Come inside while I put the flowers away.”

The red-head closed the door behind him and said his greetings to her parents, giving them each a hug. “Mr. Mrs. Y/L/N, thank you for letting me take her out tonight.”

Mr. Y/L/N smiled widely and patted the young man on the back. “Of course, Fred. You bring her back safe and sound though.”

“Yes, sir.”

Y/N hurried back to the hallway, “Okay, let’s go.”

The older couple watched fondly as their daughter went on her first date with the boy who she’s had a crush on for years. 

“‘Bout time, don’t you think?” The slightly graying man said as he watched the car pull out of the driveway. 

“My words exactly, My Love.” The woman kissed his cheek and leaned her head on his shoulder. “He’d be good for her.”

“He would be. Bring her ghost town of a life back to life, if I could say so.”

Mrs. Y/L/N slapped his arm playfully, “Don’t say such things about your daughter!”

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Impulse fell back into control of his own body in the same way one snapped out of a particularly long ADHD-induced dissociative state. Panicked, unthinking, and wondering how much time has it been? 

The book was still burning as Impulse instinctively reached out to snatch it from the flames, only fully processing a moment later that maybe he shouldn’t have grabbed something that was still actively on fire. With a cry of pain and shock, Impulse dropped the book onto the ground as the rain began to beat down more heavily. Stumbling back, he tripped over his own feet and fell, landing with a soft noise of pain as he held his injured hand close to his chest. 

For a moment, he sat there, the small fire put out by the heavy rain far too late. A fear the likes of which he had never felt before sat in his chest, causing his heart to race. 

What just happened to me? Is it going to happen again? My hand hurts I need to get it bandaged I need to TELL someone I can’t tell anyone what if it happens again what if I lose control and hurt someone what if– 

“Impulse?”

Once again, he was yanked from his spiraling thoughts by someone calling his name. Turning around perhaps just a bit too quickly, Impulse looked up to see Scar, sopping wet from the rain, standing behind him. “Scar,” he breathed out, equal parts relieved and terrified. “Scar, are you– are you okay?”

Scar frowned, his eyes immediately landing on Impulse’s burnt hand. “I… think I should be asking you that, Impulse. C’mere, we’re gonna get that all fixed up.” He carefully helped Impulse to his feet. “I’m not gonna ask what happened,” he began as they walked back to the main camp through the rain, “so don’t worry about that. But…” He sighed. “Just… Impulse, I– we– don’t want you to be suffering alone. We’re knights. We’re friends. We’re in this together.” 

Impulse nodded, trying to swallow that stubborn lump in his throat. “Yeah. Thanks, Scar.”

Mumbo, wearing a raincoat and holding an umbrella like any normal person would, waved to the two when they approached the tents. “Did you get caught in the rain?” he shouted, if only to be heard over the downpour. 

“No,” Scar called back, “we’re just naturally this wet!” 

“Oh, okay! Um, Grian and Pearl aren’t around, because, well, you know. Their wings,” Mumbo tried to explain, “their wings don’t– why am I explaining this to you, you both know this, goodness gracious…”

“Thanks Mumbo,” Scar said anyway, “are you gonna get inside? I don’t think this storm is gonna let up any time soon.” 

Mumbo shook his head. “This is actually the perfect time for me to study the possibility of harnessing lightning for power! Theoretically, it could work, but theoretically it could also blow me up. And to be honest, I can’t wait to see which one it is.”

“Have fun!” Scar called after him, before leading Impulse to the swaggon. Instead of tents like the other knights, he usually just stayed in the same place he did before joining the knights. “I have bandages and burn stuff here, because goodness knows I burn myself plenty when cooking. Just sit down right there…” He quickly rifled through one of his chests, before pulling out clean bandages and burn ointment. “Aaand I should have some water– how are you feeling, by the way?– here it is!”

As Scar helped Impulse cool the burn and clean his hand, Impulse was at a loss for words. Scar seemed to take note of that after a few minutes of him being unresponsive to the attempts at keeping the mood light hearted, and continued to silently bandage the treated burns. 

“I’m sorry,” Impulse began, trying to keep his voice from shaking. “I don’t know what I was thinking.” 

Scar chuckled softly, understanding shining through in his eyes. “I think I’d know that feeling better than anyone, Impulse. You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. I know I’ve done more than my fair share of… poorly thought out things… in the past.” 

Impulse had to bite back a laugh. “Yeah, I can think of a couple more memorable ones,” he admitted, “but I just… I dunno, Scar. I…” He sighed. “What would you think if I wasn’t human?”

Scar didn’t even pause. “I mean, Impulse, we’ve been over this a million times before. If you weren’t human, none of the knights would be.” He began to put away the bandages, ointment, and leftover water. 

Impulse frowned, shaking his head. “That’s not…” He flexed his right hand, testing to see how much he could move still, before placing it back in his lap. “What do you think of me now?” he pressed, looking back up at Scar.  

Scar smiled, turning back to Impulse. “Oh, that’s easy. You’re strong, kind, passionate, smart, a really good teacher, an amazing fighter, you’re funny, you’re creative, and just… you’re a great friend.”

“But what if I wasn’t…” Impulse tried to figure out how to word the question, bouncing his leg slightly. “What if I wasn’t just me?” 

Scar thought for a moment, before shrugging. “Well, I don’t think there’s any problem with bein’ that! And, Impulse…” He sat down so that he could be at Impulse’s eye level, folding his hands in his lap and leaning forward. “You’re making it sound like there’s something wrong with being human.” He smiled kindly, but there was something that stopped it from reaching his eyes. “That’s what this is about, yeah? I’ve been… I’ve been thinking about it for a bit. With everything going on…”

Impulse shook his head, interrupting Scar. “No, no, no, there’s nothing wrong with being human! I just… what if the me I am isn’t good enough?”

For a moment, there was silence.

“Oh, Impulse.” Scar’s voice broke slightly on his name. “You are more than enough. You have always been. I’m so happy you’re one of my friends, a part of my life, you…” He took a deep breath, in and out. “If you could see the things you’ve done from an outside perspective, you’d see it– just how much you’ve changed and impacted lives. I…” he trailed off, caught for a moment in a fleeting memory. “I can say for a fact I’ve changed for the better since I met you. So please don’t ever say or think that you aren’t good enough. Because you are. Because you always have been.”

Impulse tried to blink away the tears that suddenly were welling up in his eyes, but it was too late. His vision blurred, and the next blink sent salty drops falling from his eyes to make dark spots on his fresh bandages. It was as if the dam burst with that, and tears began to fall in a steady stream as Impulse’s shoulders shook. 

All this pain, all this fear, all the self doubt and anxiety… and he wasn’t alone. He had never been, really. If it hadn’t been for him shutting the other knights out, he wouldn’t have ever ended up with a demon in his mind taking control whenever it wished. But now…

“Thank you, Scar,” Impulse got out, furiously wiping his eyes. “I… I think I needed to hear that.”

Scar nodded. “Of course. I… I can’t say I know exactly how you feel, and I wish I knew more to help you. But just… talk to us, okay? Or, gosh, I don’t know– talk to someone, at least! We won’t be able to help you if we don’t know you’re hurting.”

“Okay. Okay. Thank you. Thank you so much.” Impulse wiped away what he hoped to be the last of his tears, taking a few deep breaths to calm down. “I– I will. I promise I’ll talk to you guys more. And I’m really sorry about all of this.”

Scar waved his hand. “Ah, don’t be. We all have our moments.” He smiled tentatively. “Do you want to stay here with me and wait out the storm? We can make bets on if Mumbo’s new experiment blows up or not.”

Impulse grinned– a real, happy grin. “Sounds great.”

–

Somehow, things got better.

The first day Impulse woke up feeling well-rested, he could hardly believe it. But it continued to happen, again and again, until finally he was waking up at a much more normal time. 

“For you, maybe,” Grian had said, but the clear relief in his expression over Impulse’s “recovery” had taken away any snark intended. 

Slowly, Impulse began to heal. Not only from the burns, but from the exhaustion and lack of appetite as well. The animals seemed to forget all about their previous distrust of Impulse, though Jellie still was a little wary. He didn’t really mind, of course. The joy he felt from being able to settle back into his life again was enough.

The other knights were thrilled, too. It was like a fog had been lifted from the camp, and everything just felt… lighter.

“Alright.” Pearl interrupted the lively chatter during lunchtime about two weeks later, “we’re unfortunately getting a little low on vegetables and some other supplies. It’s been a while since Impulse and I brought back everything, and I don’t want it goin’ bad, ya hear?”

“Soup day?” Mumbo piped up, eyes wide. They’d all heard this speech a million times, and it was always something the knights looked forward to. 

Pearl nodded, smiling. “Soup day.”

“I don’t know why we call it soup day,” Grian mumbled, “it really ends up more like stew, if you ask me.”

Pearl rolled her eyes. “Because, goofball, it’s tradition! And also, soup sounds nicer than stew.”

And so, Impulse found himself paired up with Scar, who kept watch over the pot and stirred while he chopped vegetables. 

“Whew!” Scar wiped the sweat from his forehead, turning away from the fire. “It's been a while since I've cooked. I forgot how hot everything gets!”

Impulse laughed. “Yes, that tends to happen with fire. Shocking.”

“Oh, you hush!” Scar grabbed a large spoon, waving it sternly in Impulse's direction before turning back to the pot. “You just keep cutting those veggies, mister.”

“Aye aye, captain.” Impulse turned back to the cutting board, reaching for the knife that lay beside it. 

Do it.

Impulse froze. His hand stopped where it was, hovering just over the knife. Taking in a deep breath, he closed his eyes for a moment. He had to calm down. He was– he was just hearing things. Nothing was wrong. He was fine. The demon was gone. It had to be. It hadn’t spoken in weeks. Why would it show up again now?

Impulse picked up the knife, placing a washed and peeled carrot on the cutting board. He began to cut the carrot into thin slices with deft hands. In the background, he could hear Scar humming to himself as the fire crackled. 

It's just you and him. Alone. The words were like a fog settling over his mind, like icy hands gripping at his heart. An easy target.

Impulse's chopping stilled as he tensed up, before starting to cut again. His movements were sharper, harder, and one of the carrot slices flew off of the table. “Gosh–” He set the knife down, bending to pick the carrot slice up and throw it away. 

“You good, man?” Scar called from where he stood beside the fire, not turning to look away from the pot. “Havin' some troubles?”

He has his back to you.

“Nah,” Impulse joked, though his tone was a bit forced. “Just underestimated my own strength.” He straightened back up, gripping the edge of the table with his hands. 

No. No, no, no no no no. This couldn’t be real. It couldn’t be happening. Not again. Not now. Not after he’d finally started to be happy again. 

The voice cooed softly in his head, a persuasive siren song. It would take nothing at all to kill him. Impulse found his hand drifting toward the knife, unable to stop. To stab him in the back... He picked it up. Somehow, this was different from the possession. Yes... feel the thirst... spill his blood–!

The demon wasn’t making him do anything. This time, it made him want to.

“No!” Impulse breathed out, stumbling back. He threw the knife down on the table. “Sorry, Scar. I gotta go. I'll tell Grian to come out and help you.” 

Impulse fled, not sticking around to hear Scar's confused “Wait–!”

–

“...just worried, is all. I know you see it too. It’s like whatever happened–”

Whatever conversation Grian and Pearl were having before Impulse interrupted had probably been important by the sound of it, but Impulse didn’t really have the time to feel guilty about that. Panicked, he looked back and forth between them both, still panting slightly. “Grian?” he got out, trying to force his voice to stay calm, “Grian, I need you to go help Scar. I– I can’t…” He trailed off as he realized just how stupid this all sounded. 

Pearl took a step toward him, her face unreadable. “Are you feeling alright, Impulse?” she asked, and after a moment, Impulse swallowed and nodded. “Are you sure, mate? You’re looking awfully pale.”

Grian said nothing, but Impulse noticed how his wings had slightly spread out, colourful feathers slightly puffing up. Grian had never been surprised by anyone before– he somehow always knew when someone was coming. So unless he had been angry at Pearl for some reason (which, thinking about it, wasn’t all that unbelievable), it had to have been Impulse who had set him off. 

…right?

Impulse just tried to smile and nod. “Um. Yeah. Sorry.” His eyes kept drifting back to Grian, which Pearl noticed.

She turned to Grian and smacked him on the shoulder. “Hey. Birdbrain. That’s Impulse, mhm? Our friend? Pull yourself together, goodness gracious.”

Grian blinked, shaking his head slightly. “Oh– was I staring? Uh, yeah, sorry about that.” His wings slowly folded back behind him, and he lost the alert posture. “Sorry. What was happening?”

“Nothing,” Impulse got out. “I’m good. I promise.”

Pathetic. He was pathetic. It wasn’t even that long ago when he’d had that conversation with Scar about reaching out, and being more open with the other knights. Guess this was just another thing he managed to screw up instantly. 

Impulse began to back away from the two. “The uh. The soup! Yeah, the soup’s almost done. I’ll see you guys at dinner…?”

Pearl smiled, if only to put him at ease. “Of course. See you at dinner, Impulse.”

Impulse began to walk away, and it was only when Grian and Pearl started talking again in hushed tones was he reminded that the contract with the demon gave him enhanced hearing. Nevertheless, he didn’t want to invade on their privacy–

“I told you. You could see it in his eyes.” 

“Grian, not now.” 

…especially when this was clearly about him.

Impulse ran the rest of the way back to Scar, and was all-too relieved to see that Mumbo was there as well. “Hey. Sorry about that. I don’t know what came over me.” 

“Oh, it’s alright!” Scar called over to him, “we’re just about finished up, so don’t you worry!”

“I got to chop the vegetables,” Mumbo added, “but really, I’ve been thinking– it would be quite simple to just get an automatic…” He started to ramble about his idea of an automatic vegetable cutter, but Impulse found he couldn’t quite follow along as well as he’d hope to.

The demon was back. Or maybe it had never left. And not only could it speak to Impulse and possess him but it could influence him as well. 

Impulse was strong. He had trained all his life to hone his strength and skills. He couldn’t fly, couldn’t breathe underwater, couldn’t withstand a fiery blaze, and most certainly couldn’t teleport. But he was strong. In terms of pure physical strength, none of the other knights stood a chance.

And that terrified him. 

Dinner went by in a blur, and it felt as though barely a moment had passed by when Impulse laid down to sleep. He had been stuck in a sort of zoned out state ever since the demon had reappeared, and only now did his head feel more clear.

Today had been a warning. What happened with Scar– Impulse could’ve killed him. The fact that he hadn’t was frankly a miracle. But it would happen again. The demon would speak to him and he would pick up the knife and he wouldn’t be able to stop himself in time. 

Tomorrow.

Impulse would leave camp tomorrow, and he would run until he was far, far away from anyone he could hurt.

But for now, he needed to sleep.

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You made me cry so much with Harry's fanfic from Love Actually... can we have a sequel? 👀

Title: "Why?"

Summary: You need to know why Harry did what he did.

Pairing: Harry (Love Actually) × Fem! Reader

Warning: Smut, Anguish.

Author's Notes: Thank you for your request, and I'm sorry for making you cry, believe me, I cried too when I wrote this 😢 And here's the sequel, and to tell you the truth, this was actually a scene I took from the chapter "I love you" because I thought it would be too big, but now with your request I decided to post it. (As always, I haven't reviewed this, but I will later.)

First, Second, Third and Fifth part here.

And as you and Harry continued to make love, the passion between you burning brighter than ever before, you couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over you like a gentle wave. Despite the challenges that lay ahead, you knew that as long as you had each other, you could overcome anything that life threw your way.

As you lay on the bed, the heat of desire still coursing through your veins, you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of changing positions with Harry. With a playful smile, you looked up at him, your eyes sparkling with anticipation as you suggested a new angle.

"Let's switch things up," you suggested huskily, your voice thick with desire. "I want you to take me from behind."

Harry's eyes darkened with desire at your words, his heart racing in his chest as he nodded eagerly. "Anything for you," he replied, his voice low and husky with desire.

With a soft moan, you shifted onto your hands and knees, your body trembling with anticipation as you reached for the headboard. As you grabbed onto the wooden frame, you felt a surge of excitement coursing through your veins, the anticipation of Harry taking you from behind sending shivers down your spine.

Meanwhile, Harry took off his glasses and placed them carefully on the bedside table, his movements deliberate and precise. With a soft chuckle, he approached you from behind, his cock already throbbing with desire as he teased the tip against your smooth folds.

You let out a soft gasp of pleasure as Harry's cock brushed against your entrance, the sensation sending shivers of anticipation coursing through your body. "Please, Harry," you pleaded, your voice thick with desire. "Take me. I need you."

But Harry ignored your pleas, his baritone voice filled with teasing amusement as he continued to tease you mercilessly. "Not yet," he murmured, his voice low and husky with desire. "I want to savor this moment, to feel you squirm beneath me."

You let out a frustrated groan at his teasing, the ache between your legs becoming almost unbearable. "Harry, please," you begged, your voice tinged with desperation. "I need you inside me. I can't wait any longer."

But Harry remained stubborn, his cock still teasing your entrance as he savored the moment. "Patience, my love," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. "I want to make this last, to feel every inch of you wrapped around me."

With a frustrated groan, you clenched your fists around the headboard, the pain between your legs becoming more intense with each passing moment. "Harry, please," you moaned, your voice filled with desperation. "I need you now."

Finally, unable to resist your pleas any longer, Harry relented, his cock surging forward to fill you completely. With a loud moan of pleasure, you surrendered to the heat of his embrace, the sensation of him filling you sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"Oh, yes, Harry," you moaned, your voice thick with desire as he began to move inside you. "Fuck me. Take me hard."

Harry's grip tightened on your hips as he thrust into you with increasing urgency, his movements becoming more frenzied with each passing moment. With each thrust, he drove you closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo.

"Oh, fuck," Harry groaned, his voice thick with desire as he pounded into you with reckless abandon. "You feel so good. So fucking tight."

With a loud cry of pleasure, you felt yourself hurtling towards the brink of ecstasy, the pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo. "Yes, Harry," you cried out, your voice filled with longing. "Harder. Faster. I'm so close."

As Harry continued to thrust into you from behind, hitting all the right spots and driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy, you found yourself squeezing the headboard tighter, your knuckles turning white with the effort. You loved this angle, the feeling of him deep inside you, filling you completely as he took you with a primal intensity that left you breathless.

Each time Harry's cock rubbed against your cervix, it sent a jolt of pleasure mingled with a slight twinge of pain shooting through your body. It hurt a little, but you couldn't deny how much you enjoyed it, the sensation adding an extra layer of intensity to the pleasure coursing through you.

As Harry's baritone voice filled the room with his husky moans of pleasure, you couldn't help but feel completely consumed by the intensity of the moment. His hooked nose brushed against your skin as he buried himself deeper inside you, his movements becoming more urgent with each passing second.

With each powerful thrust, Harry drove you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy, the pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo. Your body trembled with anticipation as you felt the familiar coil of desire tightening in the pit of your stomach, threatening to unravel at any moment.

"Oh, Harry," you gasped, your voice thick with desire as you arched your back, pressing your body against his in a desperate attempt to feel him even deeper inside you. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop."

Harry's grip on your hips tightened as he pounded into you with reckless abandon, his movements becoming more frenzied with each passing moment. He was lost in the throes of passion, consumed by the primal need to claim you as his own.

With a loud cry of pleasure, you felt yourself hurtling towards the brink of ecstasy, the pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo. "Yes, Harry," you moaned, your voice filled with longing. "I'm so close. Please, don't stop."

Harry's movements became more erratic as he felt you tightening around him, the sensation driving him to the brink of release. With one final, desperate thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing with the force of his climax as he spilled himself into you, filling you with his hot seed.

As the waves of pleasure washed over you, you couldn't help but succumb to the overwhelming sensation of ecstasy coursing through your body. With each pulse of Harry's release, you felt yourself spiraling into a blissful oblivion, your senses consumed by the intensity of the moment.

With a loud cry of pleasure, you felt your body tensing as the orgasm ripped through you, pleasure radiating from every nerve ending as Harry's hot seed filled you completely. Your back arched against his chest, your head thrown back in ecstasy as you surrendered to the overwhelming sensation of pleasure.

As you came down from the peak of ecstasy, Harry pulled you against his chest, his arms wrapping around you protectively as you nestled against him. His hooked nose brushed against your skin as he peppered kisses along your shoulder, his touch gentle yet possessive as he held you close.

You sighed contentedly as you sank into the warmth of his embrace, the familiar scent of his skin mingling with the musky aroma of sex that hung heavy in the air. It had been too long since you had experienced this kind of intimacy with Harry, the passion between you reignited in a blaze of desire that left you breathless.

In that moment, lying together on the bed in the dimly lit bedroom, you realized just how much you had missed this—the raw, unbridled passion that had once been a constant between you and Harry. In the midst of your busy lives and the demands of marriage, the intimacy between you had become something rare and fleeting, the spark of desire dampened by the weight of everyday responsibilities.

But now, as you lay entwined in each other's arms, the passion between you burning brighter than ever before, you couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over you like a gentle wave. In this moment, nothing else mattered but the two of you, lost in the warmth of each other's embrace.

With a soft sigh, you snuggled closer to Harry, your head resting against his chest as you listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The room was filled with a comfortable silence, the only sound the quiet exchange of breath between you and Harry as you basked in the afterglow of your shared passion.

As you lay entwined in Harry's embrace, the warmth of his body pressed against yours, the intrusive thoughts began to creep into your mind like tendrils of doubt. Memories of Harry's betrayal flooded your thoughts, the pain of his infidelity still fresh in your heart despite the passage of time. You tried to push these thoughts aside, to focus on the intimacy you shared in this moment, but the doubt gnawed at you relentlessly, refusing to be ignored.

With a heavy sigh, you hesitated, biting your lip as you wrestled with your inner turmoil. Finally, unable to bear the weight of your doubts any longer, you broke the silence, your voice trembling with uncertainty as you asked the question that had been plaguing you for so long.

"Why?" you whispered, your voice barely audible in the quiet room.

Harry blinked in confusion, his brow furrowing as he struggled to understand your meaning. "Why what?" he asked, his voice filled with genuine confusion.

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the conversation that you knew needed to happen. "Why did you cheat on me with Mia?" you clarified, your voice steady despite the tumult of emotions raging within you.

Harry's expression faltered, his gaze dropping to the tangled sheets as he ran a hand over his face, rubbing his eyes wearily. For a moment, he seemed lost in thought, grappling with the weight of your question. Then, with a heavy sigh, he met your gaze, his eyes filled with guilt and remorse.

"Can't we just... not talk about it?" he pleaded, his voice tinged with desperation. "Can't we just forget about it and move on?"

But you couldn't let it go, not this time. The doubt that had plagued you for so long demanded to be heard, to be understood. With a determined expression, you raised yourself up on one elbow, fixing Harry with a steady gaze.

"No, Harry," you insisted, your voice firm. "We need to talk about this. I need to understand why."

Harry's shoulders sagged in defeat, his guilt written plainly across his face. With a heavy sigh, he sat up, pulling the covers over his lap as he prepared himself for the difficult conversation ahead.

"I've thought about this a lot since the divorce," he began, his voice low and remorseful. "And the truth is, I'm a selfish bastard."

Your heart clenched at his words, the pain of his confession cutting through you like a knife. But you forced yourself to listen, to hear him out even as the words threatened to break you.

"At some point, I became resentful," Harry continued, his voice heavy with regret. "Resentful that we couldn't have children, even though we both tried so hard over the years."

A lump formed in your throat as Harry's words washed over you, the truth of his feelings finally coming to light. He blamed you, you realized with a pang of anguish. He blamed you for their inability to conceive, and a part of him had grown to hate you for it.

"I wanted children," Harry admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I wanted them to prove to myself that I could be a better father than my own father ever was. I wanted to prove that I could do it, that I could be the father I never had."

Tears stung your eyes as you listened to Harry's confession, the weight of his words bearing down on you like a heavy burden. In that moment, you realized just how deep his pain ran, how much he had been struggling with his own demons.

"I'm sorry," Harry whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm so sorry for what I did to you. I know I can never make it right, but I hope you can forgive me someday."

As Harry's confession hung heavy in the air, you felt a surge of emotions coursing through you like a turbulent storm. The pain of his betrayal cut deep, tearing at the fragile threads of trust that still bound you together. But beneath the hurt and anger, there was a glimmer of something else—a flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, you could find a way to move forward together.

But before you could even begin to process Harry's words, another question burned in your mind, demanding to be answered. With a shaky breath, you turned to him, your voice trembling with uncertainty.

"When did it start, Harry?" you asked, your tone quiet yet firm. "When did you and Mia...?"

Harry's expression faltered, his gaze dropping to the tangled sheets as he wrestled with his guilt. "It started in October," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "We were only together for three months before you found out."

The weight of his words hit you like a ton of bricks, the realization sinking in with a sickening thud. October. The month you had been away, visiting your sick aunt in the States with your mother. The month when Harry had been alone in your home, free to do as he pleased.

And then, as the pieces fell into place, you froze, a sickening realization dawning on you like a bolt of lightning.

"October," you repeated, your voice barely a whisper as you looked at Harry with dawning horror. "Harry, I was away for two weeks in October. Did you... did you take her to our house?"

Harry's guilt was written plainly across his face, his shoulders slumping in shame as he struggled to meet your gaze. "Yes," he admitted, his voice barely audible above the pounding of your heart. "But we never... we never..."

But before he could finish his sentence, you felt a surge of anger rising within you, a firestorm of rage and betrayal threatening to consume you whole. With a trembling hand, you raised it high, your palm connecting with Harry's cheek with a resounding slap.

The sound echoed through the room, a sharp crack that cut through the heavy silence like a knife. Harry recoiled, his eyes wide with shock as he looked at you, his hand instinctively reaching up to cradle his stinging cheek.

"How could you?" you whispered, your voice trembling with a mixture of pain and disbelief. "How could you bring her into our home? How could you desecrate the place where we shared our happiest memories?"

Tears welled in your eyes as you looked at Harry, your heart breaking with each passing moment. How could he have betrayed you like this? How could he have been so careless with your love, your trust?

Trembling with a mixture of anger and sorrow, you pulled the covers tightly around yourself as you got out of bed, your heart heavy with the weight of Harry's betrayal. "Get out," you whispered, your voice barely audible above the pounding of your heart. "Leave. This was a mistake. This was all a mistake."

Harry stood up, desperation written plainly across his face as he fell to his knees in front of you, his hands reaching out in a futile attempt to grasp at the shattered fragments of your relationship. "Please," he begged, his voice thick with emotion. "I can't lose you again. Not again."

But you couldn't bear to look at him, couldn't bear to see the pain and regret etched into his features. With tears streaming down your cheeks, you turned away, unable to face the man who had broken your heart for a second time.

"I can't do this," you choked out, your voice thick with emotion. "I can't forgive you, Harry. Not after this."

Harry's heart sank at your words, his shoulders slumping in defeat as he struggled to contain his own tears. "Please," he pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper. "I swear, nothing happened between me and Mia in our house. We just... we just kissed, and watched movies together. That's all."

But even as Harry begged for forgiveness, you couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal that gnawed at your soul. How could he have been so careless with your love, your trust? How could he have brought another woman into the home where you had shared your happiest memories together?

With a heavy heart, you looked around the bedroom, the familiar surroundings suddenly feeling foreign and strange. You loved this man with all your heart, had forgiven him once before for his indiscretions. But now, as the reality of his betrayal settled in, you weren't sure if you could ever trust him again.

Tears welled in your eyes as you looked at Harry, your heart breaking with each passing moment. How could he have done this to you? How could he have hurt you so deeply, after everything you had been through together?

With a shaky breath, you looked into Harry's eyes, searching for any sign of sincerity amidst the sea of tears and regret. His baritone voice trembled as he spoke, his words heavy with the weight of his guilt and remorse.

"The day I lost you was the worst day of my life," Harry whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Every day without you has been a living hell. You're everything to me, and I was a fool for hurting you."

Tears welled in your eyes as you listened to Harry's confession, the sincerity in his voice breaking down the walls around your heart. Despite everything he had done, despite the pain he had caused, you couldn't deny the love that still burned between you.

"I hate myself for what I did," Harry continued, his voice choked with emotion. "I hate that I ever made you doubt my love for you. You've held my heart since the moment I saw you, all those years ago when we were just kids. Please, don't leave me again. I can't bear to lose you a second time."

His words hung heavy in the air, the weight of his plea threatening to crush you beneath its burden. But as you looked into Harry's eyes, you saw the raw pain and vulnerability that lay beneath his tough exterior. He was hurting too, you realized with a pang of sympathy. He had made a terrible mistake, but he was still the man you loved with all your heart.

With a trembling hand, you reached out to him, your fingers brushing against his tear-stained cheek. Harry looked up at you with bated breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he waited for your next move. He thought you would push him away, send him packing with nothing but the bitter taste of rejection on his lips.

But instead, you surprised him, pulling him into a tight embrace that left him breathless with relief. The weight of his guilt lifted from his shoulders as he melted into your arms, his tears mingling with yours as you clung to each other like shipwreck survivors clinging to a life raft.

In that moment, wrapped in each other's arms, you both felt a sense of peace wash over you like a gentle breeze. Despite the pain and heartache that lay behind you, you knew that as long as you had each other, you could weather any storm that life threw your way.

But as you held Harry in your arms, his tears mingling with yours, you couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty that gnawed at your heart. The pain of his betrayal was still fresh, the wounds raw and tender, and you weren't sure if you could ever truly trust him again. But despite your doubts, your love for him remained steadfast, a beacon of hope amidst the storm of emotions that raged within you.

"I don't know if I can trust you again, Harry," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion as you held him close. "But I want to try. I want to believe that you can change, that we can rebuild what we once had."

Harry's heart skipped a beat at your words, his breath catching in his throat as he looked into your eyes, searching for any sign of forgiveness amidst the pain and doubt. "I'll do anything to make it up to you," he promised, his voice trembling with sincerity. "I'll regain your trust, I'll be better for you. You deserve nothing less."

Tears welled in your eyes as you listened to Harry's heartfelt plea, the sincerity in his voice breaking down the walls around your heart. Despite everything he had done, despite the pain he had caused, you couldn't deny the love that still burned between you. And if Harry was willing to fight for your relationship, to prove himself worthy of your trust once again, then perhaps there was hope for the two of you yet.

"All I ask is that you keep your promise," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper as you held him tightly. "Show me, Harry. Show me that you can change, that you can be the man I fell in love with all those years ago."

Harry nodded solemnly, his eyes shining with determination as he pulled you closer, his embrace warm and comforting. "I won't let you down," he vowed, his voice filled with resolve. "I'll spend every day proving to you that you made the right choice in giving me another chance."

With a heavy heart and a glimmer of hope in your soul, you held onto each other tightly, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. The road to healing would be long and difficult, but as long as you had each other, you knew that you could overcome anything that life threw your way.

In that moment, wrapped in each other's arms, you both felt a sense of peace wash over you like a gentle wave. Despite the uncertainty that still lingered in the air, you knew that as long as you had each other, you could weather any storm that life threw your way. And together, hand in hand, heart to heart, you would rebuild what had been broken, stronger and more resilient than ever before.

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Forgotten

words: 7.5k

genre: angst

If my fate is to disappear like this, then this is my last letter - Let go xx TW: Mentions of anxiety, panick attack. Trad: anjinho = little angel. a/n: Hello, my babies. This story is the translation of ''Forgotten'' that I recently posted. I tried to make it as angsty as possible, hope I have achieved my goal. My apologies before hand for any grammar erros. English is not my first language. I suggest you all read it along with the saddest song you like. Well... with all that being said, I wish you a happy reading (or sad? lmao. dunno). Tell me later what y'all thought. ♥

"Hey! We'll be there soon. Sorry for the delay. Today's rehearsal took longer than expected. We're leaving now."

Received at 5 in the afternoon.

I take a quick glance at the clock, and it shows eight in the evening. A heavy sigh escapes my lips as I feel my heart drumming slowly in my chest, each beat amplifying my growing sense of unease.

I get up from the couch and reach for the umbrella swaying gently in the wind coming from the window. I shut my eyes and take a deep breath, attempting to manage the sudden surge of fear and despair growing in my chest. My heart is racing, and my mind is in overdrive. A sense of mortality and suffocation, all rolled up into a single emotion: anxiety.

I sit down, sliding along the corridor wall. I try to control my breathing while attempting to steady the pounding of my heart. I think that dying in the hallway of a building would be so pointless and dull that it makes me laugh. A laugh, strained and devoid of emotion, but functional.

Heart rate normalizing. Labored, but controlled breathing. Mind stabilized.

I feel my face wet with tears. I wipe them away with trembling hands. When did I start crying? I rise from the floor, swaying a little. I take another deep breath and press the elevator button.

Dad always said that thinking of ridiculous things in difficult moments would help distract me. He was right, as he always was.

The cold, damp breeze of Seoul's streets warmed my soul. Its black skies, like darkness, covered with thick clouds, carried heavy raindrops that, upon impact, met my umbrella, creating beautiful melodies. It was comforting to hear the drops hitting the hard concrete; they reminded me that I wasn't crying alone.

It was thundering when I arrived at the destination. Bright streaks in the sky made the monument even gloomier. I found it ironic how everything matched my feelings. As I entered through the doors, I could already hear muffled cries. Sadness and suffering permeated the air, leaving me melancholic.

After a few more steps, I could see the person I love the most in the world greeting me with a beautiful smile. His eyes were shining like true rays of sunshine. I sit in front of him, sliding my fingers where his name rests. Lee Joon-Ho.

"Dad, I miss you so much," I say aloud, my voice cracking with emotion. "It's been incredibly lonely without you here. You have no idea how much I long for your company," I said, feeling the salty taste of tears. "I'm sorry I couldn't bring my friends to meet you like I promised. They're all caught up with their own lives, you know how it is. But don't worry, I'll bring them next time when they're less busy," I chuckle, with no emotion.

I hear footsteps behind me. I stand up excitedly, my heart pounding, but this time as a sign of comfort. They didn't forget. I feel my face stretch into a small smile, which is quickly dissolved.

"Hello, young lady. Good evening," the guard gives me a sympathetic smile. "I'm sorry to disturb you, but I need to ask you not to linger too long on your visit today. The rain caused some minor leaks, and we'll have to close a little earlier."

"Oh okay, I understand," I responded in a whisper.

"I'm sorry. You have 10 minutes. I'll leave you alone," he said, bowing and leaving promptly.

I turn again, sitting on the floor.

"Dad, today I have to leave a little earlier. But don't worry, I'll be back soon," I feel the tears fall like the drops falling from the sky. "I love you so much," I say between sobs. "I miss you."

I stand up in desperation, running out the door, feeling the drops fall freely on my body, without the protection of the umbrella. It was as if I was washing away all the bad feelings flowing from my being.

Arriving home, I take a hot shower and change into comfortable clothes. The room were in dense darkness. It was just the rain and me. And my cat, who was rubbing against my leg, lay on my lap."

I feel my chest inflate with comfort at the presence of the little being and smile at the gesture.

With the phone in hand, I try to distract my restless mind. I see the Twitter icon and feel my heart pounding as if I shouldn't do this, but I do it anyway. The blue screen shining amidst the darkness of the room soon turns into white, leaving my vision blurred. I switch to dark mode and continue scrolling through my feed.

Within a few seconds, I see something that breaks my heart even more. Among the bursts of excitement from Armys, there are videos of the boys, my boys, having fun in a restaurant with her. They forgot about the visitation day because of her. Again, the reason why I was put aside is her.

Knocks on the door make me forget the feelings of jealousy and anger that burned in my body like fire. I hesitated to remove the furry creature from my lap, as it seemed so comfortable. With a little effort, I get up and walk to the door. Upon opening it, I see Adora's face in a comforting smile. Seeing a friendly face, I feel my tears fall freely on my face once again. She immediately drops the bags she was carrying and envelops me in a loving hug.

I can't say for how long we hugged. What I can say is that it was exactly what I needed at that moment. I feel my chest getting lighter as if all the bad feelings had been carried away by the embrace, and I feel grateful to Adora for that.

Slowly I pull away, and I can see her smile return twice as big.

"Better?" she asks, making me nod.

I step aside, and she enters, placing the food bags on the coffee table. I close the door and follow her.

"What did you bring?" I ask curiously, making her laugh.

"I knew food would cheer you up," she laughs. "I brought a lot of junk food. Sweet and savory cookies, ice cream, sweet and sour pork, hamburgers, and sodas."

"Soda?" I wonder. "Since when do you like fizzy drinks? You always said they gave you gas," I hold back a laugh.

"The soda is for you. For me," she reaches into the bag, pulling out two green bottles of soju. "I brought alcohol," she says sticking her tongue out as she shakes the bottles.

I smile at her little dance, but seeing her gummy smile reminds me of him. I feel the sadness wanting to return when I remember the videos, but I cast aside any bad feelings as I grab the ice cream container.

"I didn't want to bring it up, but I'm really sorry I wasn't there. You know how it is at BigHit. I couldn't leave the production until the work was finished," she explains, and I smile.

"It's okay. I understand," I whisper. "The important thing is that you're here now."

"About the boys..." she starts to say, but I quickly cut her off.

"No, it's fine. I don't want to talk about it."

"But you need to, Cassie. You know that. Keeping it all inside will only make it worse. You know you can trust me. Vent it out. I'm here," she holds my hand.

I close my eyes, nodding. I search within myself for the strength to let out everything I'm feeling. Everything that's hurting me. I bite my lower lip and open my eyes. It's going to be okay.

"It's been some time since my friendship with the boys started cooling off," I begin, feeling her squeeze my hand in comfort. "You know I met Tae before he became famous, and he's the one who introduced me to the rest of the boys. Since then, we've had a very strong friendship. We weren't always together, especially with the tours and my work, but we were close, like a real family. No matter how long we went without seeing each other, nothing changed, until recently," I sigh. "Park Ji-Hye showed up about 2 months ago, a few weeks before my dad passed away. She auditioned for the dancer position and passed the test," Adora nods.

"Yeah, I saw her audition," she says.

"So, since that day, I saw her getting closer and closer to the boys. They were always talking about how cool and funny she is, and, you know, I was happy for them. A new friendship is always good, especially for them, who are famous and always have to be careful with opportunists. But it never crossed my mind that she would take the place I had in their lives," I smile sadly. "They started visiting me much less. Calling me much less. Inviting me to the dorm or out much less. Until the day I literally became nothing to them," I look at Adora, whose face is red with anger.

"These..." I interrupted her.

"You don't want to lose your job, right?" I ask, laughing. "And you can't blame them either. She became their official dancer, which means wherever they go, she's with them," I shrug. "She's with them all the time, and that surely made them closer to her. Even more than me," I feel my eyes welling up. "I don't want to lose them, but I feel like I already did."

"Hey," she shakes me. "Calm down, breathe. I know they messed up. And they messed up badly, but it doesn't mean they've forgotten about you," Adora says, trying to comfort me.

"They forgot me the day my dad died, Adora. I'll never forget that. I feel like on that day, I died twice. I remember calling them in desperation, crying, not knowing what to do, feeling like my world was falling apart," I pause as I feel all the emotions returning. "And they said they were coming, but they never showed up," I continued after a few seconds of silence. "After that, they sent me a message explaining that Park Ji-Hye had gotten hurt dancing and they were with her at the hospital," Adora nods.

"Yeah, I remember. She just fell on her butt, but she made a scene like she broke her back. Everyone was freaking out at the company, even Bang PD. But in the end, it was just drama," she laments.

"After that, they didn't even visit me. Not even once," I laughed with no emotion. "Right after, they forgot my birthday. I understand that I wasn't excited at all because of my dad, but it wouldn't hurt to receive some supportive or congratulatory messages from them. I was so upset that I sent some sad texts. In less than thirty minutes, they were knocking on my door. We cried a lot, but I felt like a part of me had come back to life and that everything was going to be okay," I sarcastically laughed. "I couldn't have been more wrong, could I?" I asked.

"Cassie..."

"It's okay. You don't have to say anything. After today, I finally understood," I grab a spoon. "They found someone better than me. Someone who can be with them all the time and help them when they need it. I'm just sad that person isn't me. Not anymore," I shove the spoonful of ice cream into my mouth, to prevent the tears stuck in my throat from coming out.

For the rest of the night, Adora didn't bring up the subject again, and I was grateful for that.

A random movie played on TV, but my mind was far away. I looked to the side and saw Adora sleeping with her mouth open. A piece of cookie rested on her cheek while her hand lay above her head. I silently chuckled, covering us and then turning off the TV.

A distant ringing sound caught my attention. I tapped around the couch until I found the phone under the cushion. My eyes automatically closed from the sudden contact with the bright screen, but just as they closed, they widened.

After the first notification, thousands started to show up. My heart throbbed in my chest as my body was flooded with nervousness.

"Min PD: Cassie, please tell me you're there."

"Joonie: Please respond. We're sorry. It wasn't our intention not to show up..." The message appeared cut off because I hadn't unlocked the phone yet.

"Hobierto: Believe us, Cassie. Please, we know you're awake. Answer us."

"Jinnie: Cassandra, we would never do anything to hurt you. Please let us explain."

"Mochi: Answer the phone."

After that message, a group call popped up on the screen. I stared at it, battling the urge to answer. I sighed deeply and threw the phone back onto the couch because no matter how much I wanted to talk to them, I was still hurt. I didn't want to answer and end up fighting. Saying things without thinking and ending up in a worse situation. The best thing to do now was to rest.

I made myself comfortable on the bed we had arranged on the floor, and put the pillow over my head to block out the notifications. When I didn't see any changes, I pressed the power button on my phone and confirmed it right away. I lay back down and took a deep breath. Tomorrow is a new day. Everything will be okay. ———————���——————————

It wasn't even dawn when I heard knock after knock. Disoriented, I got up, searching for where the noise was coming from until my feet led me to the front door. I looked at the clock hanging on the wall and got irritated to see it was six past two in the morning.

I swung the door open, ready to argue with whoever had woken me up so early after going to bed so late, but I lost my voice when I saw the seven people I loved most staring at me ty forlornly.

I felt two arms embrace me tightly, followed by two more until I lost count. Desperate whispers for forgiveness echoed in my ear, making me feel loved... until a certain moment. Memories of what had happened the night before made me wake up from the sleep I didn't know I was in. Slowly, I distanced myself from the seven, able to see the tears streaming down some of their faces and sadness emanating from the others.

"Cassie..." Jimin starts. "I'm so sorry. It wasn't our intention to leave you alone in such a difficult time. Please, believe us."

"We didn't come here to lie to you, Cassandra..." Namjoon says. "It really wasn't our intention. I know this is going to sound completely wrong, but we made a promise to Ji-Hye. We promised to take her out to celebrate her birthday since she's far from her family and would probably celebrate alone," I try to hide a grimace.

They couldn't miss her birthday, but could miss mine.

"As soon as we finished eating, we were going to come straight here. And we really were, Cas, really. But the company called saying we had to go there to finalize the last details for the album. It was then that we sent several messages in the group, but you didn't see any."

"That's why we're here," Taehyung says, interrupting Namjoon. "Cassie, listen to me. You're one of the most important people in my life. Sorry if lately my actions haven't shown that, but please, please, Cas, don't be mad at us. I couldn't bear to know that you're upset because of me," he whispers.

"Go to the dorms tonight. Let's talk about this calmly," Hoseok suggests.

I remain silent for a few minutes.

"Come on, please. Hum? Hum?'' Tae shakes my arm. ''You'll go, right? Say yes," he asks.

"Okay," I sigh deeply. "I'll go."

I feel arms wrapping around my body again, and I relax, enjoying the contact. This time, the hug lasted only a few seconds. The boys said goodbye, saying they needed to be at the company in a few hours. 

"Tonight at 7. We'll be waiting for you," Yoongi said and then left. 

I closed the door, trying to contain my excitement and the obvious smile on my face. As I turned to go back to bed, I was startled to see only Adora's head peeking out from behind the couch. She had a radiant smile on her face as she looked at me with raised eyebrows.

"Shut up," I say, making her laugh. ——————————————————

I look at the clock on the wall. It's 8:07 in the evening. Damn, I was late. I could already hear Adora's voice slowly emerging in my mind, saying that I should have listened to her and picked out my outfit earlier. Shaking my head, I focus on finishing getting ready. The last thing I needed right now was a lecture from my own mind.

I hear knocks and the doorbell ringing repeatedly.

"Shit," I mutter as I hop over to the door.

I try to put on my sock while walking to the door, but my unfailing plan soon becomes fallible when I trip over my own hand and fall on the floor. The knocks and the doorbell grow louder, and I feel irritation creeping in. "ALRIGHT, I'M COMING," I yell and pick myself up.

I walk back to the door with a pout and my hair completely tousled, covering my face. I take a deep breath, fix my hair, put on a fake smile, and finally open the door. As I see the seven people I love most in the world looking at me with confused faces, I feel my smile turn genuine, and the earlier irritation vanish as if it had never existed.

"Is everything okay? Why didn't you come?" I hear Taehyung ask as he scrutinizes me from head to toe."

"What happened? Something serious?" Seokjin asks, and I shake my head.

"No, guys, sorry. I almost died trying to choose a good outfit to wear and ended up running late, sorry," I explained laughing.

''What do you mean you almost died?" Jungkook asks as I watch their faces turn into a grimace."

"It was nothing, really," I reassure, taking a quick glance at Jungkook, who was holding back his laugh.

He knew it. I am sure he did.

"Are you sure you didn't... you know... fall on your ass?" he smirks. "I'm sure I heard a huge..."'' 

"Hobi," I said excitedly, "What do you have there?" I pointed to the bags he was carrying while Jungkook laughed.

That little prick.

''Food," he says, shaking the bags. ''We know how much you love eating''.

I chuckle and make way for them to enter. In a few minutes, the food was already on the coffee table, and an improvised bed was set up on the living room floor. I change into more comfortable clothes and join them.

"Look, before we start, we want you to know how sorry we are," Yoongi says.

"Yes... Sorry for not being there on the visitation's day," Jimin adds. "If there's anything you want to say, anything that's bothering you, please let us know. We'll fix it all, Cassie. ''he holds my hand.'' We want things to go back to how they used to be."

"We're here for you, Cas," Jin finishes, and I smile weakly.

I pause for a moment, feeling that it still wasn't the right time. So, I just sigh and shake my head.

"It's okay, guys. Really," I open with a smile. "Let's just watch this movie already. I'm dying to see who'll be the first one to cry and shake in fear like a little kitten." I say, trying to change the subject, and smirk when I realize it worked.

"I am sure it won't be me," Hoseok says with confidence. "Cause you know..." he shows off his muscles. "I'm a man," he pauses for a minute.

It doesn't take long until Hoseok's laughter fills the room, making everyone laugh.

"Who listens to him talking like this, doesn't even think the Gladiator sandal outside belongs to him," Jungkook says, making Hoseok look at him flabbergasted.

''Hey, what do you mean by that?'' he asks shookedt. ''It's fashionable''

"Yeah, Hobi. Sure is," Yoongi says, patting his shoulder.

''Why I don't believe you are being honest?'' Hoseok asks putting his finger under his chain. ''I'm going to expose you on Twitter. Or should I say X?''

''What? Are you into Xvideos?'' Namjoon asks as he returns. 

Everybody stops and looks at him. When did he even leave to begin with?

"What were you doing, Joonie?" I ask, smirking at him. "Were you in the bathroom?" he nods as the rest of the boys laugh.

''Now we know why you are thinking naughtiness'' Jimin says.

Namjoon's face turns red as he shakes his hands nervously. He tries to sit down on the couch but somehow ends up falling on the ground. We can see his cellphone flying around the living room as he throws his arms in the air in an attempt to regain his balance, but it doesn't work, as expected.

''No need to be nervous, Joonie'' I say. ''Everybody masturbates once in a while.''

''Do we?'' Yoongi looks at me suspiciously.

"I mean," I chuckle nervously. "How did we even get to this conversation? Let's just watch the movie for God's sake."

"Nah, nah. Don't you try coming up with excuses," Tae says abruptly. "What do you mean by that? Are you dating someone?" Jungkook seems to be having fun as he opens a beer can.

''What? Me? Dating?'' I laugh. ''Not even close. But I can't say the same about Jungkook, can I?'' he chokes.

''Uh? What you on about?'' he asks as he cleans his mouth. ‘’Seven days a week, huh?’’ he burst into laughter. He pauses for a minute before smirking. "Hm, why's that, baby girl?" he says, leaning in my direction. "Are you jealous?" he asks, putting a strand of my hair behind my ear. "Do you want me to…" he bites his lower lip. "You know," he says putting his finger on my lips. I can already feel the cringeness and second-hand embarrassment traveling throughout my body as the rest of the boys laugh. This prick. ‘’You really need to get out from twitter,’’ I say, shoving him away. ‘’The next step is to put up a black and white profile picture and call yourself a webdom’’ He raises both of his middle fingers in my direction before turning his attention back to the beer can. ‘’Are you guys done? Can I finally play this damn movie?’’ Yoongi asks, making everybody nod.

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Time passed quickly, and before I knew it, it was time for them to leave. Unfortunately, they couldn't stay overnight. They had to leave very early the next day due to their schedule. 

I hesitated to get up; I didn't want to accompany them to the door out of sheer laziness, and feeling Taehyung shaking me with his foot made me even more sluggish.

"If you keep doing that, I swear I'll fall asleep," I say, making him huff.

"Come on, sloth imitation. Take us to the door," Jimin says, but gives up when he sees Jungkook lying next to me.

"Jungkook, I'm sure you really like your video game, right?" Seokjin asks, and in a jump, Jungkook gets up.

"Are you really not taking us to the door?" Yoongi asks, and I remain silent. "Okay then."

When I open my eyes to see what he was going to do, I feel an arm gather and squeeze my legs while a hand starts tickling my feet furiously.

"JESUS!" I scream in surprise.

I heard laughter as I fought for my life. The strange feeling that tickling brought made me confused if I was laughing because I found it funny or if it was fear messing up my nervous system. The laughter increased as I writhed and screamed for help.

"YOONGI, YOU JERK!" I said without realizing that I was actually yelling.

"Weren't you sleepy?" Yoongi asks. "So, I'm trying to help you."

"WAIT UNTIL I GET UP, YOU PIECE OF BROWN SUGAR, I'M GOING TO END YOU."

"Are you going to take us to the door?" he asks.

"OKAY, OKAY, I'LL TAKE YOU, JUST STOP FOR THE LOVE OF GOD," I yell.

I feel my body calm down and my brain start functioning again as the tickling ceases. I looked at Yoongi who was laughing while sniffing his hand.

"Ew, you have smelly feet," he says, and I get up.

"Come here, you little jerk," I chase after him as he runs away mocking me.

After a few seconds, I could already feel that the 70% of water in my body had evaporated and the air in my lungs was scarce. When did my body become so sedentary?

"Idiot," I curse Yoongi who laughs. "I hate you."

"I love you too, beautiful thing," I hear him say.

Finally, I accompany them to the door. After a lazy farewell, I see them about to leave, but a click in my mind makes me stop them.

"As you know, I graduated from college, but since it was at the time when my father died, I didn't have any enthusiasm to celebrate. Adora recommended that I have a celebration the day after tomorrow night, since it's the weekend. Just to not let it go unnoticed. So... you guys are invited."

"We'll be here, don't worry," Namjoon says, and I smile nodding.

We say goodbye again, and this time, I see them leave. Seeing the elevator door close, I go back inside the house. The smile on my face never leaves me for a second, and finally, after so long, I could feel that things would really be okay.

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Thanks to Adora, everything was organized on time. The food was ordered since neither she nor I wanted anyone to die from food poisoning. The time we ended up in the hospital the day we cooked for each other was enough. No need to repeat the dose.

I check the time on my phone and see it's 8pm. They would arrive at any moment, so I sit next to Adora on the couch to chat until then.

☂ ☂

Some time passed, and the boys still hadn't arrived. I look at the time again and see that it's 9:46. I try not to think the worst and choose to believe they would be here soon.

☂ ☂

I sigh deeply at seeing what time it is: 11:14. I try to ignore Adora's pitying look and get up from the couch. I suppress the tears once again. I am tired of crying. And more than ever, I realize that they don't deserve my tears.

"Cassandra..." Adora calls me, and I look at her. "I'm sure there's an explanation for this. Something must have happened at the company, and they couldn't let us know." I shake my head.

Something inside me told me that wasn't it, and I decided to trust my intuition.

"Adora, can you take me to the dorm?," I ask softly. "I don't think I'll have the courage to go alone," I weakly smile, and she nods.

"Of course, my love. Of course..." ––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––––

The car journey lasted less than I wished. My mind was constantly clouded by memories, anxiety making the painful memories hurt twice as much. I laughed in disbelief. I wondered what I had done wrong to deserve this.

"Thank you for bringing me," I look at Adora. "And thank you for always being by my side in difficult times. If I felt supported and loved, be sure that it's all because of you. You're an amazing person, Adora, and I hope you know that." she smiles.

"Regardless of what happens there, remember that you are enough. Not for them, but for yourself. Don't belittle yourself for them, Cassie, and don't let the love you feel for them speak louder than your self-love. If you survived two hellish months without their presence, be sure that you can live your life and be immensely happy in the future without them. I guarantee you that," I feel her hand squeezing mine for comfort, and I smile. "I'll be waiting for you here," I nod.

I get out of the car, feeling Adora's words take effect. I walk bravely towards the towering building, ignoring every feeling of nostalgia trying to invade me. I couldn't lose focus now.

Arriving on their dorm's floor, I feel my heart skip a beat. I pause for a moment and try to put my thoughts and feelings in order. Seeing no result, I lean against the wall and try in every way to avoid a panic attack that was about to come. As if it were a heavenly help, I feel my phone vibrate. With trembling hands, I pick it up and see a message from Adora.

"Don't forget, you are strong and capable. And never for a moment think you are alone, because I'm here for you."

I clutch my phone tightly. Adora is right. I am strong and I am capable. I can do this because regardless of what happens, I will be okay.

I take a deep breath, gathering all the strength and courage from my being, and knock on the door. I freeze when I realize what I've done, but I quickly compose myself. I will be okay.

A few seconds passed and no one answered, so I knocked again. But just like the first time, there was no response. After the third attempt, I decide to enter. Typing the password on the door, I entered the dormitory.

Upon realizing that there was no one in the main hall, the pounding of my heart calmed down. I begin to walk through the dormitory, recalling every good moment I had with my boys. I feel the sadness emanating in my chest once again.

I really didn't want to lose them.

As I walked down the corridor, I heard voices coming from the kitchen. I started walking with firm steps, but I felt my legs waver when I heard a female voice among their voices. It was her.

"Jungkook-oppa, you're so silly," I hear her delicate laughter, feeling jealousy burning in my chest.

It should be me there.

"The silly you love," I hear Jungkook reply.

I could hear the happiness in his voice. It was as if they didn't need anyone else at the moment but her. And that made me hate her, but my own mind scolded me. She is not worthy of my hatred. She is as innocent as I am in this story. She did nothing to hurt me, so why would I hate her?

"Hinnie," I hear Hoseok's voice.

Hinnie...

"Try it and tell me what you think."

There was a moment of pause until applause and sounds of appreciation were made.

"It's amazing, oppa," she says. "You really keep improving in the kitchen every day."

Unable to bear it anymore, I think of simply turning around and leaving, but something catches my attention. And it was precisely there, in that moment, that I regretted staying.

"Why do I feel like we're forgetting something?" I hear Taehyung say, and I feel my body tremble.

Once again, there was a pause until someone shouted.

"Shit, really," Jimin said. "We forgot to take the drinks out of the freezer."

I feel my heart break, as if that were possible. I let out a disbelieving laugh and finally come out from where I was hiding.

"And try more of this," Hoseok suddenly stops. "Cassie..."

I hear the sound of something falling to the ground. Soon, everyone was staring at me wide-eyed. I repress the urge to laugh. I realize how messy my whole body was the moment I wanted to laugh and not cry.

"Oh no," Jimin says, as if remembering something. "The party."

With that said, everyone becomes even more desperate. Seeing them approaching, I panic.

"Don't come near,"

They quickly stop. I see them not knowing what to do. And it wasn't just them. I end up getting disoriented with so much pressure. Where did my courage go when I needed it most?

"Um... what's going on?" she asks, and I close my eyes.

It's not her fault. It's not her fault...

"Ji-Hye, could you leave us alone for a moment?" Namjoon asks.

"Yes, of course. It's time for me to leave anyway," she gets up. "I'll see you later," she says bowing both to them and to me.

After she left, silence hung in the air. I tried to hold back my laughter, but when I saw everyone's confused faces, I knew I had failed. When I noticed that no one was going to say anything, I took the initiative.

"Do you know what's more disappointing? It's that I really thought this time would be different," I shrug. "I guess I was wrong, wasn't I?"

"Cas..."

"Do you remember when you asked me if I had something to say, Jinnie? If something was hurting me? Well, I do, and I hope I won't be interrupted."

With no response, I continue.

"I feel like I died. It's been a while since I am just surviving," I start. "The fact that you didn't come to the visitation isn't the part that hurts the most, it's that you weren't there when my father passed away. I remember how desperate I was, and the only people I could think of were you. But you weren't there. Damn, you didn't even call." I whisper as tears fall freely down my face. "When I found myself alone in the hospital, realizing that the person who adopted me and chose me to love had died, that was my first death. The person who loved me, who looked beyond language or race barriers, and who taught me everything I know had suddenly left, without even giving me a chance to say goodbye. Do you know how I felt? Devastated."

I pause for a moment. Melancholy takes over my body as I recall all the feelings I felt that day, and for a moment, I allow myself to cry all I needed. I sob so much that I thought I might choke. Without caring about looks or pity, I just allowed myself, knowing that everything would be okay.

"When I called the only people I thought I could count on, and they told me they were coming, I didn't feel so alone," I let out a humorless laugh. "Until I realized that those people never arrived. The people who always said they would be there for me weren't there when I needed them the most. That was my second death," I look at Jin. "Don't say these things to anybody if they are not coming from your heart. Don't hurt anyone else by saying you have their backs or that you will always be there for them when in reality it's not the truth."

I look at each one. Their gazes were distant, as if they were reliving every moment. 

"You know, I don't want you to think I'm mad at Park Ji-Hye. Actually, quite the opposite. I was really happy when you said you met someone nice. Someone who really cared about you and genuinely wanted your friendships. I know how tough it is for you to find real friendships with all the fame, so I felt fulfilled too. I remember telling daddy excitedly, and he laughed at my excitement, happy for you and for me. Right after that, I lost him, and little by little, I lost you too, like I was meant to be alone," I smile weakly. "I am sorry if I'm being selfish, but that's how I feel. You guys forgot my birthday. Forgot the visitation days, and to top it off, you forgot my graduation party. It's like you replaced me as if I never even existed in your lives, and that really hurts. Really.''

I finish, and only then I realize they were crying with me. Some didn't have the courage to meet my gaze. We spent a few minutes without anyone saying anything. The only thing filling the air was the sound of our sniffles and sobs.

"On the day your father died," Namjoon begins. "We felt like we had lost a family member because he was, in fact, one. I am truly sorry, Cas, but for me, Park Ji-Hye's fall was an escape. I didn't want to face reality. I wouldn't know how to react to the loss of someone so special, and I also wouldn't know how to act with you," he looks at me.

"On your birthday, we thought you would like to be alone. It would be the first without your father, so we didn't know what to do, Cassie. We panicked," Jimin sighs. "But now I realize how you felt," he laughs humorlessly. "My God, I never thought I'd be such a horrible friend. What a disappointment," he whispers, covering his face with his hand.

"On visitation days," I look at Hoseok. "I confess that I clung to any opportunity not to go, Cas," he cries. "Not because I didn't love you. I love you, and I love you very much, but I never knew how to react to death. The only two times I entered a cemetery, I spent the rest of the week feeling bad, with depressive thoughts. I also couldn't let Armys worry. I didn't want their 'Sun' to lose its brightness. I am so sorry for not being able to tell you this before. I didn't want to seem selfish."

I suppress a disbelieving laugh.

"Hearing all this, I realize how futile our apologies seem," Yoongi laughs weakly. "But they are true, Cassie... I understand what Hoseok says. You know about my history with depression, don't you?" he asks, and I nod. "It's the same thing for me. If I enter a cemetery, my thoughts don't stop. Some come in a worse form, and I feel like I'm going crazy."

"We were selfish, Cas," Seokjin says. "I was. I didn't want Armys to see us sad because I knew the chaos it would be. I have no words to express how special you are to me," he pauses. "Cassie, you are my sister, my family. You weren't crying alone; I cried with you. I just couldn't show it. I knew it would be worse if I saw you cry, just like I am seeing now."

There was a moment of silence. Until his voice broke.

"I am sorry," Taehyung says. "Damn, I don't even know what to say, Cassie. You are one of the most precious people I have ever met. I remember how you stayed with us through thick and thin. I also remember how happy you were for us at the beginning, and I know the genuine happiness you felt when we received our first award. You stood by my side when my grandma passed away. How could I not be by your side too? My God," he puts his hand on his head in an act of despair. "You stayed by our side when we thought about disbanding. It was you who helped us see why we are here, who helped us find reasons to stay," he looks at me anxiously. "How could I be so selfish?"

"We thought that regardless of anything, you would always be by our side. That you would understand us, even with our deplorable attitudes. We always thought we would have you next to us, so we neglected you," Yoongi shakes his head. I feel like he answered more to Taehyung than to me. "Damn, anjinho, I'm sorry," I lower my head as I hear him call me by the nickname I loved so much.

"The fact that we started a new friendship also influenced us," Jungkook says. "We were so excited that someone, besides you, wanted a friendship without interest that without realizing it, we put aside the one that had been with us from the beginning," I hear Jungkook say muffled, as his two hands covered his face.

"We don't deserve you, Cassandra. We left you at the most difficult moment of your life, and yet you never stopped loving us," Yoongi pulls his own hair, a habit he always did when he was nervous. "We can't let you leave thinking that we don't care about you because, Cassie, that would be a complete lie. With the stress of the comeback, things only got worse. It was rehearsal, recording, agendas to fulfill, productions, trips, tours. Our minds were a mess, and Park Ji-Hye tried to help us from there. We know she's not the one to blame, and it's not your fault either. It's ours and only ours. I know this will seem like a lame excuse, but I didn't want to let you go thinking that you aren't precious to us. You are Cas. And you always will be."

I close my eyes and try to control my breathing. If before I felt bad, now I feel ten times worse. It seemed like I didn't even know them anymore. The feeling of comfort they made me feel was replaced by anguish. By sadness.

I open my eyes, and for the last time, I look at my boys. I realize that Taehyung understood my gaze.

"Cassie, please... Please don't..." Taehyung starts, but is interrupted by Seokjin.

"Don't you dare say what I think you're going to say."

"But I can't lose her, Hyung. I can't lose her," Taehyung says, crouching down.

I think about going to him, but then I retreat my body. If I do that, I know my heart will weaken, and at the moment, the only person I need to think about is myself.

"I'm sorry, hyung, but I'll be selfish," Namjoon says to Seokjin, and I look at him confused. "I don't know what your decision will be, Cassie. I'll support you, even if you choose to leave without our friendship. But I beg you... Cassandra, I implore you, try to find in yourself a little piece that doesn't want to give up on us. It doesn't have to be now. I want you to heal, and I don't care how long it takes. The only thing I ask is that you don't forget us and don't give up on us. Come back to us when you feel ready. I don't want to lose you, Cas. I..."

"I really hope you find a way to forgive us, Cassie. But understand that if you don't, we'll understand. You, more than anyone else, have every right to hate us," Yoongi says, interrupting Namjoon. "I hope you don't forget about us because, with all my heart, we won't forget about you."

I feel my heart shattering with every tear that falls on their faces. I smile weakly. I will really miss them.

I bow in a sign of respect, and as I return to my normal position, I raise my hand to my heart.

"Thank you, my boys. For all the good moments. You were a very important part of my life, which I will carry forever. I will never forget about all of you," I smile faintly. "How could I forget my first true friendships? My first loves?" I whisper.

I take a breath and smile. A true smile. A smile of gratitude.

"Regardless of what happened, you guys deserve nothing but love and happiness. Don't let anyone say otherwise. Even far away, please remember I will always be cheering for your success. And whenever you feel unloved, remember I love you. Very, very much.'' I can hear their sobs getting stronger. ''Don't think I blame you for what happened; I think I finally understand that life has its ups and downs. People come and unfortunately go," I see Taehyung desperate, trying to find something to say. I look away. I need to be strong. "I hope that every day your friendship with Park Ji-Hye grows, and that you take from all of this a lesson.''

I take a deep breath, looking at them for the last time.

''From the bottom of my heart... I wish you to be immensely happy."

In a gesture, I send thousands of kisses. I see Tae wanting to approach, so I turn around and start walking towards the exit, and this time, I don't cry. I feel the weight of sadness in my chest, but the weight of peace for having put everything I felt out was greater. And for the first time in two months, I believe it when I say that everything will be okay.

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Shadow Lover

Was not expecting to write this but here we are. Thank you @sihtricfedaraaahvicius for the name and convincing me to post, cause I almost didn’t.

Summary: just a daydream I turned fic, enjoy

Pairing: Werewolf!Sihtric Kjartansson x Corvina

Word Count: 1160

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: Smut, monsterfucking

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from The Last Kingdom nor do I own any of the images used.

Dividers by @arcielee

He shouldn’t crave her as much as he does, but he can’t help himself. It didn’t matter that she was a vampire, his sworn enemy, because he did love her just as she loved him. He loved how she felt against him and she loved the way she didn’t have to hold back when things got rough during their intimate moments.

The illicit affair started back after Uhtred was banished from Wessex, when they had moved to Dunholm for a time. The Saxons were on edge, now that Alfreds dog was unleashed and roaming free, but Uhtred packed up the Coocham pack and didn’t look back. It was on a rare solo hunt when Sihtric first met Corvina, her pale skin and red eyes ensnaring him rather than putting him on edge. She claimed she was hunting some human criminal, but Sihtric found he didn’t actually care. He just wanted her and she wanted him. Naturally, that first meeting ended with Sihtric pinning Corvina to a tree as he ravaged her, the image of her crying out his name burned into his memories.

They continued to meet in secret for years, whispering promises and declarations of love with only the moon as witness. Uhtred never learned why Sihtric started doing hunts alone or why he always found excuses to go on long trips, or if he did, he never said. Now, Uhtred sat as lord of Bebbanburg and head of the Northumbria wolves, while Sihtric was the Lord of Dunholm and the alpha of his own pack. His favorite perk was that didn’t have to sneak away to have a moment with his lady love. He could have her in his home, beneath the furs on his bed without a care in the world if anyone heard them. The pack didn’t particularly care for Corvina, but she never bothered them so they simply turned a blind eye to the goings on.

It was late one night when Sihtric retired to his chambers after several days of dealing with a border dispute. Now that Danes, Saxons and wolves could live in Northumbria together, it was an adjustment for everyone and problems arose constantly. He was tired and frustrated, just wanting to collapse on his bed and sleep to hopefully forget about the events of the last few days. It was a petty dispute that ended in the Saxon farmer getting attacked by the wolf he accused of poaching his livestock. It was brutal, the farmer permanently scarred for the rest of his life and the wolf being escorted to Bebbanburg to answer to Uhtred. What he wasn’t expecting, was to walk in and see Corvina laid up in his bed, her smile making his heart race as he hurried to her side.

”I did not think I would see you for a few more days, my love,” he said as he kicked off his boots and crawled over her, kissing up her neck and along her jawline. Even after all this time, he couldn’t help but marvel at the smoothness of her skin.

Corvina chuckled, running her hand through the curls at the base of his neck. “I finished my duties a little earlier than expected, so I thought I would come to you. I can tell by your face that it has been a long few days. Do you wish to talk about it?” She asked in a concerned tone as Sihtric wrapped her in his arms and buried his face in her neck.

”No, I just want to forget. Corvina, make me forget,” he pleaded as he pulled back to look into her eyes, wanting to lose himself in her before having to face tomorrow.

She complied without hesitation, their lips meeting in a desperate kiss as hands explored the other with the certainty of long time lovers. Clothes were removed and discarded on the floor haphazardly, breathy moans filling the air alongside the crackling of the hearth. Sihtric kissed down her body, the warmth of his lips contrasting with the coolness of her skin as he positioned himself between her legs. He licked a stripe up her folds, growling lowly at the salty taste before devouring her. He could feel the beast within jump to the surface, wanting nothing more than to give into his primal instincts and claim her like he had a thousand times before. And she let him, just as she had before.

He brought her to her peak with his tongue and fingers before pulling away to flip her over, swatting her rear playfully as she arched her back and gave him a cheeky grin over her shoulder. Sihtric lined himself up and thrusted into Corvina with a grunt, his claws digging into the pale flesh of her waist while she moaned, adjusting to his length for a moment before he set a slow, torturous pace. His hand traced up her spine slowly, one clawed hand wrapping around her throat and pulling her up until his chest pressed against her back. The angle gave him the opportunity to see her pleasure drunk face, her red eyes hooded and fangs on display as the most sinful sounds fell from her ruby lips. It took everything in Sihtric not to bite down on her shoulder and mark her as his mate, but he didn’t need some mark to know she was his just as he was hers.

Yellow eyes held red ones, her hand reaching back and tangling in his hair once more as her nails scratched at his forearm and left red lines in their wake. Their combined groans and the creaking of the bed would tell anyone passing by what they were doing, but neither was concerned, too lost in the other to care for the opinions of others. His free hand snaked down her body, fingers rubbing circles around her sensitive nub as she trembled in his arms, her walls clamping down on him while she cried out his name. No matter how many times he had her, the sight of her climaxing was one he would love forever. It didn’t take him long to follow after her, the two collapsing on the bed as they rode out their highs together.

When he finally pulled out to lay beside her, their shaky breaths turned into laughter as they looked at the other, a comfortable familiarity settling over them as Sihtric pulled Corvina into his side with a series of quick pecks all over her face. They laid there tangled together under the furs, gently caressing scarred bodies and breathing each other in. They talked for hours, and made love when talking wasn’t enough, Corvina successfully making him forget about the world outside his chambers even if for a little while.

No, Sihtric shouldn’t crave her as much as he does, but if you asked him who his greatest love was, he would simply smile and say his heart belonged to his shadow lover.

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