#this is my boyfriends and mine fourth anniversary

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[halaboyz]

lost times, seungyoun

(ex) bf! cho seungyoun x gn! reader angst, breakup au wc: 3.3k warnings: none that i know of a/n: I MISS MY BABY AND I HAVEN'T WRITTEN ANY ANGST FOR HIM SO !

"Youn, baby, what time do you get off work?" You coo through the phone, smiling as you fixed your things. "I just got off mine, I was planning on asking you out if you'll be out early,"

"Ah..." Seungyoun sighs, and you instantly knew what it meant.

"Overtime again?" You smile drops, pouting. "I can't do anything about that, then," You press your lips to a thin line, stepping out of the company building to look at the sky. What a waste, the weather was perfect today.

"I'm sorry. I'll be home late again, so make sure you lock the door and sleep tight," You nod at no one in particular, humming in response.

"Just make sure you have your Saturday night free for me," You remind, and you hear him chuckle.

"Of course, that's our fourth year anniversary. Would miss anything for that night,"

"Okay, then. Get working," You smile again hearing his response, bidding goodbye. "I'm going home now, I'll just send you a text when I do. Please get some rest when you can, and don't overwork! Just work how much you're paid," You joke around, ending the call after you get a response.

Your smile still drops after you hear the call ending, though. It was such a beautiful night, neither cold or hot, streets weren't as crowded as weekend nights, and you were still on your best condition.

But that's alright. For Seungyoun, it was alright. You understand that he's doing a lot more work than usual due to employee promotion right at the corner.

Yet you can't help the feeling of another night of surging in the loneliness as you walk home, wind gushing right through your face. It wasn't cold nor hot, but it was chilly for you. You had another night to yourself, with no one to hold on to, and no one to lean on to.

The feeling worsens when you realize that because of the good weather, a lot more couples were walking around, lovey-dovey and touchy while being in their own world. You can be like that too. You know you could be like that too.

If only he had given you the same amount of attention he did with his work.

If only he had prioritized you as well. You're not asking for much, you don't even ask to prioritize you more than his work. Just as much as his work. Just as much as he promised you when he gave you a promise ring.

To make you happy in all ways.

So how could you be so down now for a few weeks straight already?

Look, you're not hanging on him like he's your lifeline-- but who would be okay with only seeing your live-in boyfriend when you're lucky you're still awake by the time he's home? Or lucky when you wake up before he does to go to work? Or when the world's upside down and he actually has a day off?

"So... he's not your boyfriend." And when you actually, finally, open this up to someone, your bestfriend Yibo, he hits you with his words so bluntly.

"What part did you miss, Yibo? He's your friend too," You roll your eyes, not getting into his sarcasm.

"He's basically just your roommate," He scoffs, putting his drink down.

"I, for sure, shouldn't have asked you to hang," You mumble, nibbling your fries.

"Well, I guess the night was too young and pretty to pass up on," He gets one of your fries and pops it into his mouth, "If this was going on for so long, how come you're only telling me now?"

"It was our problem, of course we had to solve it,"

"How come you're solving it alone then?" He points out, grit in his tone of voice, anxious to make you get his point. "You see, what's the point of having a boyfriend if your life is as is? It's literally just more problems, isn't it?"

"Yibo," You sternly call out, making him sigh and nod.

"Okay, fine," He tries to calm you down, "I just don't really get it, y/n. He's not doing you any better. You try to work it out, but he's not even there! So what's the point?" His ted talk was short, but critical to you. It was what you needed, his bluntness. He wasn't going to sugarcoat things for you, to be able to lift yourself up from drowning. "You're my friend, he's my friend. I want the best for the both of you and if it means being better all together or not, I am going to vote on that,"

You were both silent for a few minutes before a call breaks it, vibrating in your pocket. You take it out to look at the caller ID, showing it to him.

"I'll go to the washroom real quick, take that."

You sigh, smiling at him then at the phone, actually wondering if you answer it or not. Your thumb glides to answer it anyway, whipping the phone to your ear.

"Hey, baby," You hum, ever so sweetly.

"Oh hey love," Seungyoun calls you through the phone, hearing papers being tossed. "I was just wondering if you're home yet. You haven't texted,"

"Oh, right. Sorry, I asked Yibo to hang tonight. The weather was too nice to pass on," You took Yibo's words to say and repeat, shaking your head. "Sorry. I forgot to send you a text. Are you done with work?"

"I actually am, where are you? Maybe I can drop by and get you," The slightest hope was what keeps you going. What keeps you holding. The slightest efforts, the slightest trying to make it better. You smile, now a genuine one, propping up your seat as you see Yibo walking out of the washroom and back to the table.

"Wait for me there, I'll go there." You mumble, not wanting Yibo to hear it but he had elephant ears. You hear Seungyoun chuckle when he hears your excitement, mumbling a "Love you, stay safe." before ending the call.

"Come on," Yibo grunts, seeing your smile slowly go bigger and bigger. "Okay, whatever. But don't tell me I didn't talk to you about this,"

"I'll make sure to talk to him about this, too, Yibo. Don't worry! I'll get going now," You rush out of the table, side hugging him. "This is my treat!"

Walking to Seungyoun's company wasn't long, but you sure took your time. You've thought a lot on the walk, Yibo's words lingering in your mind.

"Hey baby," You shake your head to forget all about it just this night, seeing Seungyoun patiently waiting for you outside his company. You hop to his side, giving him a big warm hug.

"Baby," Seungyoun whispers as he burrows himself in the crook of your neck, finding home in your scent and warmth. "Missed you,"

"Missed me? We brushed each other this morning," You chuckle, breaking the hug to take a good look on his face. Initially, you were still up in offering a walk down the road, but the tired look on his face makes you rethink.

"Literally. Brushed. When I was leaving you just got out of bed," Seungyoun pouts, squinting at you. "Don't tell me you didn't miss me,"

"I bet I missed you more," You challenge, confidently raising your shoulders. He laughs wholeheartedly, taking you into his arms again with a sigh of contentment. You caress his back, melting into his arms. "Let's go home?" You feel him shake his head, staying a bit longer in your arms as you both stay like that in silence.

"Don't you wanna go for a walk? Or do you wanna go somewhere?"

See? It's the little things, little efforts that Seungyoun does to keep you on your toes. That keeps you from leaving. The little trying to be better for you. You smile, cupping his red cheeks. You stare a little longer, slowly shaking your head.

"It's fine, we can go home now. We're both tired," You try and assure him, thumb rubbing his cheeks to keep it warm.

" Did you have too much fun with Yibo? Should I get jealous?" Seungyoun makes you snort when his reply leaves his lips, pressing his cheeks together as he raises his eyebrows.

"Are you crazy? I literally left Yibo for you." It was true. The moment his call connected, you knew you were going to come running for him anyway. "Besides, I don't wanna tire you out when we can rest the night as early as we can, right?"

Seungyoun smiles as he gently places his palm over your cheeks as well, rubbing his thumbs over it.

"Okay." He finally agrees, walking hand in hand as you walk down the road to your humble abode. You spent the night cuddling and sleeping in each other's arms, or at least he did.

You were up all night rethinking all of Yibo's words, and Seungyoun's broken promises.

You shuffle around your sheets as you stretch around your bed, trying to find some warmth that your sheets can't give you. When you reach out beside you, it was already empty. You sigh. Like any other day.

When you look at your phone, you realize you've only been asleep for an hour and had some time to stare at the ceiling once again.

"Missed him," Like, literally both meanings of miss.

Do you even deserve any of this? You ask yourself for the nth time. It wasn't even since last night, or since Yibo talked to you. It was since the day you first felt so empty. The day you were alone, lonely, and empty, and Seungyoun wasn't there to console you, comfort you. And not that he wasn't able to, he just chose not to. Picking work over you, that god time whoever even invented overtime, he did it again.

Do you deserve sitting alone in the corner of your shared apartment, feeling alone, lonely, empty once again, even though there were signs of life of Seungyoun every inch of the apartment? Where there were hundreds of picture frames either hanging or standing ever so proudly on top of tables, pictures of when you were both still on your prime time?

Do you deserve crying, oh so god help you, exhausted and unaware of the time quickly passing through the whole day of your day off?

Did you deserve it?

"Baby, I'm home..." You hear Seungyoun enter the bedroom doors, shuffling to finally get in bed after a whole (and extra) day of working in his office. You quickly shut your eyes to pretend sleep, feeling him squat beside the bed on your side and look at you.

His warm palm rubs your cheeks that were red from all the crying wiping you did all day, noticing your puffed eyes also. He sighed, knowing that there was something going on again and you haven't had the leisure to share it with him. Of course, he was unaware that it was because of his absence due to work.

Because if you had a problem, you wouldn't mind sharing it with him anytime, right?

"I love you baby, good night." He whispers, landing a peck in your forehead and heading to the bathroom to wash himself up before actually diving into your warmth.

But for some reason, it was too cold for the both of you.

You, having to skip bedtime due to your muffled sobs, hopping out of bed to avoid waking Seungyoun up and continuing your breakdown in the dark living room. And Seungyoun, having to reach at the side of the bed to continuously find your warmth.

Only did he realize that there really was something wrong when you don't come back to the bed and he wakes up groggy because of it.

Until he has to leave. Again.

He watches you stir in your sleep on the couch, hesitating whether to wake you up or just carry you to the bed without having to wake you. He decides on the latter and thankfully, you were on your deep slumber (you weren't) that he didn't need to feel apologetic waking you accidentally.

He sighs as he drinks his morning coffee, watching the dark skies form dark clouds as it prepares to greet the sun. Maybe you were just finding the right time to share everything with him. Maybe that was it.

Until he continues to hear your helpless sobs outside the bedroom doors for a few more sleepless nights, and he knew it. He finally knew, he finally realized.

Of course it was about him. About the two of you. That's why you weren't able to share anything with him at all, and how you avoided him for a few nights already by having to sleep early or continue to sleep unbothered when he carries you from the couch to the bed.

Or hasn't it been always that way?

That when he arrives home, it is always too late in the night that you don't have any other choice but to sleep, because how can you wait for him when you have your work yourself too? That when he has to leave at literally dawn, of course, you were still sleeping soundly until he's gone?

Has it always been this way? Has he? Was he prioritizing things wrong? Is he doing something wrong?

Is there something wrong?

But the fact that you knew that he knew you were sobbing endlessly at night when he feigns sleep, the fact that you knew that he knew that he was leaning just at the other side of the door of the bedroom, waiting for your sobs to stop and leave when he has to leave, the fact that you knew he knew there was something wrong, but did nothing but avoid it and avoid talking about it and avoid you...

Finally, was your last straw.

And it was your fourth anniversary.

For the first time in ages, he's left his office desk while the sun was still there, peeking at the horizon while it prepares to go down, and he's hesitant of how the rest of the night will become.

You haven't talked to him after that night you cuddled each other, but he had to leave early again, as always, and the next night was your absolutely not first night of crying of the many.

He dropped by somewhere before he had no idea where he was headed next, because oh god he didn't even have the time to plan anything, and you haven't even texted or called or showed your face to hi pm the whole day.

Okay, home it was. At least he was positive that you were going to be there.

Both of you should be fine by now, right? You could at least talk it all out tonight, right? Make things right.

He fiddled with the velvety box he had tucked so deep in his pockets, heading home with a heavy chest and a sigh.

"Baby," He picks up a smile, removing his shoes and heading inside to find you, only to be welcomed with the coldest air he has ever felt in his life. His eyes wander around, feet busy to search every room for you, until you are both in the kitchen, meeting eye to eye.

You had a glass of water in your hand, puffy red eyes and dressed up. Oh, you weren't dolled up for a date. You were just... simply dressed up, like, about to leave.

"Y/n."

"Seungyoun, can we talk?" You try to pull a smile, which ends up being way worse than you could imagine as it immediately drops, sitting at the four seater dining table that felt so much longer and far away from Seungyoun.

Finally. A talk.

"Happy fourth year anniversary, baby." Seungyoun starts, trying to reach for your enclosed hand on top of the table but your hands timidly retreat before even falling for his warmth all over again. He feels discouraged and embarrassingly draws back as well, heaving a sigh as both of his hands intertwine in shame.

He knew what was coming and was afraid of it. It wasn't what he was expecting, if he could be in denial of it until his last breath, he will be.

Silence. there was nothing between you, no exchanged words but longing stares, enveloped in silence, and foreseen tension.

"Youn," You call out, but rather than his eyes staying at you, it goes down to his hands. He cannot see you like this. It breaks him how much it breaks you to even open the conversation up. "Youn..." You whine, tears already forming and quickly escaping your eyes in vain.

"Do we really have to talk about this now? Tonight? A special night?" He exasperatingly sighs, frowning and almost scowling at you, yet he still denies any eye contact.

"Would you even have any time for that? When you don't even have time to ask me if I'm okay?" You rebut, voice slightly raising. "I've been having sleepless nights, drowning myself in my own tears and my own thoughts every night you're soundly sleeping, and you don't even ask how I am?"

Exhaustion was evident in your eyes as you begged for an answer. Sobs were already heaving out of you, but it doesn't make him budge.

"Let's..." You sigh out, realizing he's not even putting up a fight. You ease the promise ring out of your finger, setting it gently on the table. "...stop whatever this is, Cho Seungyoun."

When you played around with your finger and got the ring out only did Seungyoun look at you in horror. He thought he could talk you out of this. He was doing all of this for you now, wasn't he? Wasn't he doing enough? Didn't he show you enough?

"I don't see any reason in staying, Seungyoun. If I said I'm sorry for leaving like this... then it wouldn't prove anything I thought and did for you so I'm not going to ask forgiveness at all." You have finally calmed down, but your tears haven't. It was falling continuously like a river, and you were too tired to even wipe it.

God knows how much Seungyoun wanted to wipe it off himself. The last thing he wanted, the thing he'd beat anyone to a pulp if you did- cry, was something he'd take to the grave. It would let him haunt himself through his remaining years because he did that.

How could he even?

"Baby..." He tried, a late cover up for all his shortcomings, finally giving up his ego and trying to reach for your hand. You let him, caressing your hands in desperation. You both cry in anguish, in pain. Like the both of you were set up in torture the next day.

You sob helplessly, letting your head drop to try and catch your breath to no avail.

"Baby please," He calls out, "Hmm?" Trying to convince you with a death grip and a smile, but you shake your head.

"I should go," You stand up, letting his hand fall to the table with a thud. When his hand met the table, he knew it indeed was the end. "I wish you the best, Youn. You've been great, we have been. It just fell short,"

He looks down in shame, letting his hand stay in place where you left it.

Because maybe, maybe you'd come back, right?

You will, right?

But when he realizes that he was waiting for nothing, hours passed and in the middle of his lonely, cold night, he wakes himself up in reality.

He's done you wrong, and you made the right decision leaving. You didn't deserve that, but did he?

He reaches for the envelope and the velvety box in his pocket, staring at it.

A promotion letter and a notice of increased pay, and of course, an engagement ring.

He now had everything he wanted- for him and for you. But at what cost?

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"Hey, I'm going now"

You tell your boyfriend while standing by the doorway of his office. Jaehyun looked over at you for a second before turning his attention back to his work.

Ever since that night, your anniversary, he's been feeling a bit distant. How was he suppose to act when the love of his life, his long time girlfriend, the only woman he wants to be with for the rest of his life didn't give him an answer when he asked the ultimate question.

'Will you marry me?'

Those words still hanging in the air. Like an elephant in the room being ignored by the both of you.

"I'll be gone for five days, I cooked dinner already so you can just heat it up when you get hungry. Also I fed Bom already" you tell him, at the mention of her name the little puff of cloud picks her head up from the seat in the corner of the room before running over to you.

"Mommy will go now okay, I'll miss you" crouching down to pet her and give her a few more cuddles before going. Jaehyun glances over at you, his heart warming at the sight but he had to stay strong.

He doesn't understand why you didn't say yes, didn't you love him enough to marry him? did he do something wrong? was there someone else? Shaking those thoughts away he watches you give Bom a few more kisses before standing up, catching his gaze before he turns to his desk again

"Jae I..."

"I'll see you later" he says, finishing the conversation before it even started. You didn't push it any further, giving him the time and space he needed.

Then you went.

The first day you were gone, he didn't mind it much. You've gone to business trips before and so does he. The longest time you've been apart was 2 weeks when he had to attend a family trip when you couldn't come with him because of work. But never under this circumstances. Usually the two of you would text or call during free time but this time the only text he got was when you arrived at your hotel. It's been radio silence ever since.

He thought this alone time will do him good to clear his mind, but by the second day he missed you so much he's sure he was about to lose his mind. By the third day he almost bought a plane to where you were just so he could see you.

On the fourth day, he made himself busy. You texted him last night saying you've been busy with work you didn't have time to do anything else. He told you to eat dinner and a goodnight, the end. At this point he just wanted to have you back home. He doesn't even care anymore if you didn't want to marry him. He's never been this far from you, especially during a fight.

To distract himself, he cleaned around the apartment, did laundry, took Bom out for a walk and even went to the gym but still his mind was on you.

Stepping out of the shower, he got dressed. As he was putting on his shirt, he spots the red velvet box in his drawer. A reminder of what was supposed to be the sweetest night, but instead it now leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.

He pops the box open only to find it empty, thinking to himself if he lost it that night. Did he put it somewhere else?

Now he's frantically looking around the room, too busy to hear the front door open. Wheeling in your suitcase, you were welcomed by Bom running towards you

"Hey baby, did you miss me? I missed you too yes I did" you give her hugs and kisses, noticing Jaehyun wasn't in the kitchen or the living room.

Walking inside the house, you find him inside the bedroom

"What are you doing?"

Jaehyun jumps, surprised to hear another voice. He thought he went completely mad and now he's hearing your voice but then he turns around to see you by the door with your dog in your arms and a shiny ring on your finger.

He blinks once, twice. Even pinching himself on the arm to wake himself up, making sure he's not dreaming.

"Are you okay?" you ask him, putting Bom down before walking towards him. Jaehyun just looks at you, shaking his head before speaking

"You're home"

"Yea, I finished late last night. I chose the earliest flight back since I have nothing on my itinerary anymore. Is everything okay here? Are you looking for something?" you ask him, his gaze landing on your hand.

Noticing this, you follow his gaze. Remembering the ring you took before you went on your business trip.

"Oh I... I was going to..."

"Is that..." "Yea"

He's so confused, does this mean you say yes? but you never said anything, that night when he asked you you just stared at him. Too stunned to give him a simple yes or no

"This is not how I pictured it, I swear. I don't even know what I was thinking. But before I left, I saw the box then the next second I was wearing the ring. I was going to tell you, but you weren't talking to me"

"Well you did reject my proposal so yes I wasn't really in a talking mood"

"and I'm sorry, I wanted to say yes. My answer is still yes, I was just surprised that night I didn't know what to say okay. For years we've talked about it, so many nights I've dreamed about our future. And suddenly you were there, asking me, it was everything I've ever dreamed about and I got scared because what if I didn't deserve that. What if one day you find out I wasn't the one for you what if-"

"Marry me" Jaehyun cuts you off

"Huh?" at this point tears were already running down your face, but to Jaehyun you've never looked more beautiful.

"Marry me. Let's make those dream in reality, let's wake up together everyday, let's take walks with Bom every morning, cook dinner in your kitchen in the evening, make love at night. You deserve the world and more, and I promise you I'll work hard every day to be the man who deserves you. I want you, I've wanted you all these years, I'll want you for all my years. Marry me"

You didn't even say anything, you just ran straight into his arms. Jaehyun catching you, hugging you like his life depended on it.

"Is that a yes?" he mumbles, hearing a giggle from you before breaking away from his embrace

"Yes yes yes a million times yes" you tell him in between kisses, you kiss his cheeks his chin his nose his lips. Jaehyun smiles as he hears those words from you, picking you up to spin you around.

"So this means I don't have to give the ring back, right?" you ask him. He smiles down at you before going in for another sweet kiss, "That was only ever yours anyways"

[astrasrebloggedfics]

Toji Series

Assassin!Toji

-Part 1, Part 2

Actor!Toji

-Actor!Toji Best Kiss

-Actor!Toji I Only See You

-Actor!Toji Lie Detector Test

-Actor!Toji Being a Couple Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

-Dilf Actor!Toji

-Covering Your Breasts

-Kiss Scene

Photograph

-Part 2: Make You Feel My Love

Babysitting Service

Part 1, Part 2

Dilf!Toji x Megumi's Friend!Reader

-Part 1, Part 2

Truck Driver!Toji

Part 1, Part 2

MMA!Toji leaked sextape

Part 1, Part 2

Prison Boyfriend

-Phone Calls

-Visiting Hours

-Sex In a Closet

-Jealousy

-Giving Him Your Panties

-Facetime Sex

-Meeting You

-Once He Gets Out

-Going To Jail

-Headcanons

-Welcome Home

-Bundle Of Joy

- Filling In The Gaps

-Trust

MMA!Toji

-Unexpected Story

-Shielded Heart

-Hidden Confidence

-Unwarranted Lust (Jealous Toji)

-Comforting Surprise

-Cupid's Curse (Valentine's)

-Unprecedented Reveal

-All Mine (Jealous Reader)

-Fueled Apology

-Secret Surprise

-Privacy Issue

Different Prison Boyfriend!Toji

-Part 1, Part 2,

The Man in Apartment 381

-[Chapter 1] New Beginnings

-[Chapter 2] Daycare

-[Chapter 3] Beach Day

-[Chapter 4] The Telephone Game

-[Chapter 5] Childfree Weekend: Saturday

-[Chapter 6] Childfree Weekend: Sunday

-[Chapter 7] Awkwardness

-[Chapter 8] Tired Of Babysitting

-[Chapter 9] Alone

-[Chapter 10] Megumi's Fourth Birthday

-[Chapter 11] New Year's Eve

-[Chapter 12] Toji's Second Job

-[Chapter 13] Back to the Beginning

-[Chapter 14] Hospital Visit

-[Chapter 15] Keep Megumi Away From Scissors!

-[Chapter 16] First Date

-[Chapter 17] Getting to Know Each Other

-[Chapter 18] Comfort

-[Chapter 19] Moving Out

-[Chapter 20] Anniversary (Finale)

Sundered

-Part 1

-Part 2: Embers

-Part 3: Mirrors

-Part 4: Gears

-Part 5: Quarrels

-Part 6: Dreams

-Part 7: Ties

-Part 8: Brakes

-Part 8: Crush (Toji Ending)

-Catharsis

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

Red Was My Favourite Colour (J.JK)

Warnings : talk of abuse, talk of cheating

Synopsis : after an abusive relationship, y/n is able to find love again.

Word Count : 1431

Author’s Note : I am reinventing this tumblr page. I understand a lot of those who follow me followed me for the people I posted in the past, but they just don’t interest me anymore. I still want to write imagines, and have written tons in the time I was away. But they all have to do with the kpop band BTS. So if you like BTS, I hope you enjoy. I will keep all my other imagines up, but I will be posting primarily BTS from here on out and will be creating a new Masterlist. Thank you!

The first red flag came after one month of dating when I told him I was going home for a week. I posted pictures of my brothers, and he called me incessantly until I answered. I knew everyone could hear his yelling on the other end, but no one said a thing as I calmly explained everything and reassured him that I was his. He told me he loved me then.

           The second red flag came on our 100th day when he was late to the reservations he had made smelling heavily of perfume that wasn’t mine. But he bought me a pretty diamond necklace, telling me that the diamond of his life deserves diamonds of all kinds.

           The third red flag came when I introduced him to my best friend, Park Jimin, and he immediately asked how many times we hooked up in the past. We explained our relationship isn’t like that. We’ve been best friends since diaper days and were practically siblings. He explained his ex had left him for her best friend, and I reassured him I only loved him.

           The fourth red flag came on our 6-month anniversary when he suddenly had a work conference out of town. I had a sinking suspicion that he was lying to me, and that was confirmed when his boss called me, asking me to remind my boyfriend about the early meeting the next morning. I told him I thought they were at a work conference for the weekend, his boss said there was no such thing and he said he was taking me on a trip for our anniversary. He came home with a bunch of gifts for me, apologizing for missing our 6-month anniversary.

           The fifth red flag came with a harsh slap across my face when I spoke back to him. He held me softly afterwards, tears in his eyes as he promised me he would never hurt me again. I wiped away his tears and forgave him, keeping this a secret from my best friend.

           The sixth red flag came with purple bruises littering my body. Jimin asked where they came from and I always shrugged it off, blaming my clumsiness. I promised my boyfriend I wouldn’t make him angry again. It was my fault anyways.

           The final red flag came when I opened my eyes in the hospital, my eyes meeting those of a police officer, asking for my story. I wanted to protect him, but Jimin had caught him red handed with the gun aimed right at me. I spilled all the red flags I noticed throughout the year we were together. Jimin cried as he listened to everything I said, asking me why I didn’t speak up sooner.

           “Because red is my favourite colour.” I whispered in response.

           My first month of healing was spent scared to leave the apartment I now shared with Jimin. I met his two other best friends, Jeon Jungkook and Kim Taehyung. I was shy at first, but they made me feel comfortable.

           My second month of healing was spent taking small steps to become independent again. Jimin wasn’t going to be around forever to take care of me, no matter how much he disagrees with that statement. Jungkook and Taehyung came around more often, and I welcomed them fully in my life.

           My third month of healing was spent exploring the world I was hidden from during my relationship. I spent a lot of time filming my surroundings with Jungkook. He would send me videos he took of our adventures, and I noticed he tended to film me rather than the scenery. You are the scenery. He told me once. Butterflies flew around my tummy.

           My fourth month of healing was spent laughing openly and truly with my new friends. The four of us spent a lot of time together, exploring the city and getting lost in neighbourhoods we were unfamiliar with. Jungkook and I got split up from Taehyung and Jimin, so Jungkook held my hand saying he didn’t want to lose me too. I laced our fingers together as I looked up at him with a smile.

           My fifth month of healing was spent sneaking around with Jungkook on dates. We didn’t want to make Jimin, or Taehyung feel weird with our blossoming relationship, so we hid it. He kissed me for the first time in the moonlight outside my apartment building. He asked me to be his girlfriend and I said yes. I felt content.

           Our first month together was spent with more secret dates and kisses when no one was looking. Jimin had caught us eventually, saying we weren’t subtle in any way. He congratulated us, and warned Jungkook that if he ever hurt me, it was on sight. I laughed at the thought. Jungkook could easily take Jimin, but he wasn’t like that. I felt safe.

           Our second month together, he invited me along to meet a couple of his other friends, Jung Hoseok and Kim Seokjin. He promised they were good people and there would be nothing to worry about. I could see the hopefulness in his eyes and agreed. I felt comfortable immediately and quickly opened my world up to them.

           Our third month together, we spent a lot of time with all of our friends going for more adventures like old times. He never let go of my hand, not bothering with an excuse this time, not that he needed one. I would hold his hand until the end of time.

           On our 100th day, he took me for a picnic and gifted me a cute necklace with his initials and a heart. He whispered I love you in my ear as he put it on me. I kissed him and told him I loved him too. It felt right.

           By our 6th month, I found a job and felt comfortable being left alone again. Jungkook would always come for my lunch break though, saying he was used to seeing me all the time. I introduced him to two of my coworkers who were quickly becoming my work friends, Kim Namjoon and Min Yoongi. He smiled and thanked them for making me feel comfortable. There was no need to be jealous because he knew I loved him.

           By our first anniversary, all of our friends had met and the 8 of us spent a lot of time together at someone’s place. We did karaoke a lot that resulted in a lot of drunken nights. I wasn’t once scared of Jungkook when he was drunk because he never put his hands on me.

           On our anniversary, he took me to a fancy restaurant. We updated each other on the things we’ve missed and laughed at some dumb things our friends did. By dessert, he slid an envelope across the table. I pulled out a letter and a key. Without even reading the letter, I knew he was asking me to move in with him. But it wasn’t until I read the letter that I realized he bought my dream house. It’s time to start our happily ever after. He said softly. There was no other answer besides yes.

           Our friends helped us move in. Jimin cried at losing his roommate to another man, and I cried at moving away from my best friend. We held each other for a while, rubbing each other’s backs as we cried. Jungkook smiled at us, a soft look in his eyes.

           Our first night living together, I was wrapped up in his arms as he played with my hair, humming softly. I’ve never felt so safe, so in love. He proved to me every single day that the relationship I had before wasn’t love. This right here, what Jungkook and I have, is true love.

           Red used to be my favourite colour, but now my favourite colour is the different shades of brown in his eyes. It’s the pink of his lips. It’s whatever colour he’s dyed his hair, the different browns and blues and purples. It’s the soft yellow the pours into our room in the morning and I wake up in his arms. It’s the navy blue of the night sky with the sparkly stars littering the sky as we stand on our balcony, him holding me from behind as he lists all the reasons he loves me.

           I used to love the colour red because it was the colour of the flags love once gave me. But now I love every single colour because Jungkook has showed me what love looks like.

[aiiwa]

LET HIM KNOW — SAWAMURA DAICHI.

✗ REQUEST: can i please make a request of jealous daichi ( a fic if it’s possible). this thought has been living in my head for the past week and i just 🤰. so basically daichi gets jealous of a boy talking to you and flirting with you and just grabs you by the throat/jaw and just tongues you down right then and there. a college au would be great too!

— sawamura daichi x fem!reader

⤷ genre: college au

⤷ warnings: suggestive content, cursing, jealous (?) or rather possessive daichi, boy who disrespects relationships and doesn’t know when to give up

⤷ word count: 1.7k

— a/n: hi! i just wanted to announce that i actually reached 200 followers yesterday and i am extremely grateful for everyone who takes the time to read, like, reblog my content and for those who even message me! i appreciate everything, thank you so much! 💖

out of everything you prepared in celebration for your four-year anniversary with your boyfriend, sawamura daichi; the last thing you expected was to spend it tutoring in the hour right before your date.

you had spent months prior planning this special night for the two of you. from having dinner at his favourite restaurant which served the best shoyu ramen, to the rose-petalled bubble bath surrounded by the pine and vanilla candles he’d gifted you last month; and then, of course, ending it in the best way possible with him buried balls deep inside you and fucking you til dawn.

it was while you were getting ready for your date that you received a panicked text message from haru, the sweet freshman you’d been tutoring for the past five months, asking if you could help him today. you tried to schedule a session for tomorrow, but he was insistent almost begging you; and with a discontented sigh you relented, telling him to meet you at the library in twenty. he’d replied with a quick - “thank you y/n-senpai! <3” - and the love heart attached at the end was purposely ignored, as you headed out of your studio apartment.

daichi was less than pleased when you had phoned him, informing him of the last minute tutoring session.

“angel, tell me you’re not serious right now.” his deep voice was clear-cut, despite the sounds of traffic in the background; a tell-tale sign that he was in fact already on his way to meet you.

“i’m sorry, dai. it shouldn’t take too long, haru-kun said-”

“haru? that little shit?”

sighing internally, and making your way towards the red-bricked building with the click-clack of your thigh-high boots against the pavement, you nodded your head as if he could see you. “yes, it was haru-kun who requested the session.”

“you know how i feel about that brat.”

daichi had been more than supportive when you first started tutoring to earn some money on the side, and even though most of your tutees happened to be boys, it didn’t bother him much since they would take one look at him and give up on trying to win over your affection. haru was different. he was the furthest thing from subtle when it came to his crush on you, but you could handle his endless compliments and his attempts to take you out on a date; your boyfriend on the other hand, couldn’t. as intimidating as daichi was, haru had all but given your boyfriend a lazy once over before scoffing and mumbling about how you could do so much better.

that was the first time in a long time that you had seen daichi almost lose his cool. since that day, any interaction between the two of them had been borderline hostile; with your boyfriend hissing whenever haru’s hand would brush against you, and in turn the younger male would complain about how daichi must not be treating you well enough whenever you had chosen to walk home instead of having him pick you up.

“i know, baby, but the session shouldn’t be that long.”

“y/n.” the baritone slivering through his voice had you faltering in your steps. “you know he’s doing this on purpose. that kid has no respect for our relationship, or me- he needs to know his place.”

“daichi…i’ll talk to him today.”

“hm.” he hums in response, his side of the call silent for a beat. you could hear the blinking of his indicator before he asks, “are you at the library?”

“yeah i am, haru is probably waiting inside for me already. i’ll message you, okay?”

“alright, i’ll see you soon.”

the call had been disconnected almost half an hour ago, and you found yourself zoning out for the umpteenth time while haru busied himself by yapping away next to you. flipping your cellphone in the palm of your hand, your brows furrowed, thinking about how daichi hadn’t ended the call with his usual - “i love you, angel.” - perhaps he was mad you? it didn’t happen often, but flashes of you writhing beneath him as his hand cracked against your ass after heated arguments, had you crossing a leg over the other; thighs clenched together in an attempt to relieve some of the tingling pressure.

“y/n-senpai~!” haru waved his hand in front of your face, forcing you to blink away the less than innocent images playing in your mind. “are you okay? i’ve been calling out to you for a while, i have a question.” haru almost whines.

“i’m fine, haru-kun, sorry. please repeat your question for me.”

manicure fingers brushed over the exposed flesh of your plush thighs, between the hem of daichi’s favourite pleated mini skirt of yours you decided to wear for him and the ink coloured boots that wrapped around your calves and past your knees. you hadn’t realised the already short skirt had risen up, and as you tugged it down it was hard not to notice haru’s gaze watching the action intensely. maybe it was time to talk to him.

“haru-kun, i think we should talk.”

his eyes lingered on your legs, slowly dragging themselves past the dip of your waist, over the curve of your breasts, before they met with your own.

his eyes are wide, smirk less than innocent, as he shifts his whole body to face you. “really? about what yn-senpai?” 

“about my relationship with daichi.” at the mention of your boyfriend, haru’s expression morphs into a scowl. “listen, haru-kun.” you start, deciding to ease into it. “i’ve been with daichi for a long time, in fact today marks the anniversary of our fourth year as a couple...”

“and you’ve finally realised that he isn’t worthy of you.” ‘worthy of me?’ you think to yourself, completely taken aback; haru nods his head in understanding, as if he didn’t just completely misinterpret what you were trying to say to him.

“no, that’s not it-”

“come on, y/n-senpai, let me treat you how you deserve to be treated.” he rests his arm on the back of your chair casually. “i could give you everything he can and more. you just have to give me a chance.”

“that’s not going to happen, haru.” dropping the honorifics, tone snappy. you crossed your arms tightly across your chest.

“and why not?” he bites back. “what does he have that i don’t- did you tell him to come here?” he questions accusingly, staring over your shoulder.

“no…? i didn’t...”

swivelling in your seat, your breath hitches at the sight of your boyfriend heading straight towards you. each purposeful stride of daichi’s long legs, had the smooth material of his dress pants tightening around his strong thighs, the silver of his belt buckle glinting under the harsh library lights. his navy blue dress shirt stretched over his wide shoulders, first few buttons popped open to reveal his smooth, tanned skin underneath.

daichi stopped right by your seat, so close that you instinctively pressed the palm of your hand against his hip, feeling the warmth of his body through the thin cotton material. you were instantly surrounded by the sweet and familiar woodsy scent of his cologne, wafting around you and sending your senses into overdrive.

looking up at him, his pretty mouth was pulled into a devilish grin, pearly whites peeking from the corner of his lips and a single dimple poking through his cheek.

“hi, angel.” his voice was low, dripping in honey that washed over you; goosebumps prickling across your skin.

“daichi…?” a whisper was all you managed to get out. “h-how come you’re here...?”

“you look so fucking beautiful, y/n.”

haru’s scoff goes ignored, yanking his arm away from behind you and grumbling to himself in the background.

a warm flush rose in your cheeks as daichi continued to smile down at you, walnut coloured eyes appreciating every curve of your body; searing gaze lingering on your skirt, before he released an airy chuckle, almost kin to a growl. you could feel the heat pool between your legs, unconsciously leaning against his towering frame.

“i’m here because we’re gonna let him know…” daichi starts, loud enough for the boy to hear.

one arm flexes against the strain of his sleeves, sliding behind you to grip the back of your chair; the other reaching a large had to press against your cheek. the callouses on his palm are rough against your skin, thumb rubbing lazy circles before trailing down to the pout of your lips. dragging his thumb across your fullness of your bottom lip, your pink tongue darts out to taste the saltiness on the pad of his thumb. halting his ministrations, releasing a heavy breath out through his nose, he grabs your jaw, grip tight, and tilts your face to meet his as he leans downwards.

“...let him know that you’re mine.”

and then his lips are pressed against yours. it starts off sweet, sighing softly into him for a fleeting moment, before daichi deepens the kiss. it becomes sloppy, extremely possessive, and borderline nasty as drool at the corner of your mouth dripped down your chin; moans trapped down your throat. the lewd sounds of his tongue swirling around yours sensually, exploring your mouth, clouds the thoughts in your mind.

your body has a mind of its own, right hand tugging at the tufts of dark at his nape, while the left moves from his hip to trail across his navel. you grin when he bucks against your touch, yet gasp as sucks on your tongue. he consumes you entirely, and you’re all too willing to abide.

when he moves away, a string of silver keeps the two of you connected. you’re a whiny mess, mewling at him for more, and tugging at his sleeves for attention; while he sets his gaze on the sulking figure by your side.

“we’re leaving now. good luck studying, kid.” daichi calls out, smug look on his face.

he doesn’t even wait for a response, tugging you up and into his chest, while leading the way out of the library. stumbling a bit on wobbly legs, you grip his toned arms to steady yourself, as he holds onto your waist.

“dai.” you murmur, pushing up against him. “are we going to dinner now?”

“dinner?” he repeats, staring at you from the corner of his eyes. nodding your head, you feel the coil in your tummy tighten as his hand trails down to trace the underside of your ass. “forget about dinner, angel, i’m ready for my dessert.”

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[thebadgerclan]

Harry Potter Masterlist 1

 ** indicates smut

The Fourth Champion Masterlist

Harry Potter

Trapped-You’re trying to study, but Harry has other plans....

He Knows- You spend Christmas with Harry, but Sirius doesn’t know you’re dating...

His World- Harry doesn’t care that Snape’s your father....

Relax**- Harry’s stressed beyond belief....

A Few Firsts- Harry finally musters up the courage to ask you out....

A Lifetime Of Love- Harry’s never been told those 3 little words...

Can’t Hurt Us Anymore- Despite Voldemort’s death, Harry’s still afraid.  

Character Kinks

Just Feel**- Dumbledore’s lessons are too much....

Dreams**- Harry had a dream....

Spin The Bottle**- A game of spin the bottle reveals some long dormant feelings..

Today’s About You**- It’s Harry’s birthday...

Fought and Won**-The war is over...

Nothing Can Keep Us Apart**- Harry comes to you after the final battle...

Better Than Your Dream**- You make his dream come true...

Halloween- Halloween is a difficult day for Harry...

Regret (TW: SUIDIDE)- He feels nothing but stinging regret...

No One Could Compete- Harry gets inside his head sometimes...

Control**- He needs to feel in control...

Tomorrow**- There’s 2 sides to Harry...

Sex w/ Harry HCs**

Beautiful**- Harry’s always thought you couldn’t be more beautiful... he was wrong

That Good**- Whatever’s making you this needy today, Harry’s not questioning it

Better Than A Dorm**- After the Yule Ball, you know exactly where to go for a little alone time with your love....

Eighth Year- Harry returns for his eighth year..

Need You Now**- You finally get the chance to have him....

I’m Not Like My Father- You knew your relationship couldn’t stay secret forever

So Much More- After the Department of Mysteries, Harry feels conflicted...

Don’t Be Quiet**- Your kids are with Ron and Hermione for the weekend... 

Home To You**- After busting a cell of Death Eaters, Harry comes home...

Disrespect**-    Punishments can end in pleasure...

Hermione Granger 

Hermione Granger Smut HCs

James Potter

Broken Trust- James just couldn’t keep his mouth shut...

He’s Ready- After Voldemort attacks, James raises his son...

James Potter Smut HCs**

James As A Husband HCs

Lily Evans

Lily Evans Smut HCs**

Lily As A Wife HCs

Being Best Friends w/ Lily HCs

Fluffy/Random Lily HCs

Fred Weasley

Can’t Believe He’s Gone- Fred is there after your father’s death.

A Weasley In A Bookstore?- Fred sees the book you’ve wanted for weeks

Contradictions- Umbridge is just too much for Fred...

Redder Than His Hair- Y/N is shy, Fred is not

Amortentia’s Got Nothing On You- George’s usual teasings feel different on opening day.

Blame It On The Chocolate- Fred and Y/N and their late night O.W.L cramming

Now We Know**-Both you and Fred have wanted to try this for a while...

Intense**- Fred knows how to be intense..

Unattached**- You’re not a couple, that’s for sure.....

George Weasley 

Quarantined w/ George HCs

May 2nd- On the anniversary of the battle, there’s a ceremony....

No One Can Know- Y/N Malfoy has to sneak around to see her boyfriend

You’re Mine and I’m Yours**- George needs to forget....

Welcome Distraction- Jealousy boils over at Bill and Fleur’s wedding...

I’m Yours?- Usually calm and collected, for once in his life, George is nervous...

Ron Weasley

Run Out Of Adjectives- After Slytherin defeats Gryffindor again, you remind Ron why you fell in love with him...

Edge**- Ron is desperate...

Charlie Weasley

Romanian Internship**- Charlie got his internship...

Be Mine- Charlie is all you have....

Why Is The Box Moving?- Charlie gives Y/N her birthday present.

Something He Loves More Than Dragons**- Your first time with Charlie...

Bill Weasley

Mrs. Weasley- He never loved her....

Lucius Malfoy 

The Newest Malfoy- You meet Lucius after the war....

Resigned- You like Lucius, but he’ll never notice you...

Courtyard Brawl- Gone is the pureblood mania....

You’ve Changed Me- Lucius has changed since you first met.

I’d Take A Curse For You- While at the Manor, you and Lucius are ambushed.

Need You Now**- Lucius needs you now.....

Reliant**- Lucius’ surprise leaved you completely reliant on him.

Kind Of Sweet**- Lucius gets a bit carried away...

Draco Malfoy

Shaken Up- Draco gets very protective after Umbridge’s detention....

Making Up After A Fight HCs

I’d Rather Have The Snake- Y/N runs into her ex while out with Draco

Cuddling HCs

Nothing’s Working- Nothing Draco does is helping you feel better....

Always Take Care Of You- Draco is there when the world is too much

Flower**- You didn’t know what that flower did....

Newt Scamander

Loopy- This is why you don’t mess with an angry Thunderbird

Just Ask Her- Newt’s nervous to ask you something...

Alone In New York- Newt gets caught cheating

Angry Frank- Frank is angry and accidentally hurts Newt

The Demiguise Is Always Right- Dougal strikes again.....

Artemis Fido- The baby’s coming

Chaser- Ravenclaw vs Hufflepuff

New York Niffler- The niffler’s loose in NYC

Trust The Demiguise- Newt’s creatures have become strangely protective of you...

Queenie’s Birthday- It’s Queenie’s birthday, and Newt’s pretty shy

Sweet Girl- The niffler’s finally asleep...

Mine Forever- After 20 years, he’s here...

Your Happiness- All he wants is your happiness...

Cedric Diggory 

People Die- You’re so afraid for Cedric....

Cedric As A Boyfriend HCs

Sleepy Ced- Y/N stays up studying in the common room

Owlet- Y/N is sick and Cedric takes are of her

Jealous HCs

Late Nights In The Library- Cedric is studying and Y/N is tired.

Stuck With Me- Cedric won’t stop until Y/N says she’ll go out with him

Neville Longbottom

The Cowardly Lion- Being stuck in the Room of Requirement isn’t so bad...

Never Thought You’d Notice**- He never thought you’d notice him...

This Moment**- Now just seems like the perfect time...

Dance Lessons- The best night of his life...

Cliche**- He wanted to wait...

Nymphadora Tonks

Bad Day- After a long, hard day, there’s no one you’d rather go home to...

Sirius Black

The Eagle and The Lion- Sirius tells you how he met your mom

Moments**- These moments are so rare

Then He Did- He won’t want you.......

Overprotective HCs

New Wardrobe- Cleaning the master suite comes with an unexpected surprise...

Judge Too Soon- Sirius’ first visit with your parents doesn’t go as smoothly as you’d hoped

Respect- You put Snape in his place....

Stay Away- Sirius would gladly date you, if only your mother would let you....

The Newest Black-Nothing could make him happier than he is right now...

Never Stopped-14 years may have passed, but you still love him..

Best Christmas Ever- Harry gets 2 big surprises this Christmas...

Belated- Sirius lands himself in detention on your anniversary....

Alive and Well- Sirius is home after 12 years...

One Second- One second was all it took....

Always Your Sister-James is emotional at your wedding...Keep reading

She’s Gotta Go- Walburga’s gotta go......

James’ Speech- James gives his best man speech at your wedding

Princess Sirius- Your daughter decided to turn your husband into a princess....

I Don’t Deserve This- Your first dance with your new husband

Angelic- Your number one fan is always there to support you.

Tease**- Sirius has had enough of your teasing

Harry Will Have A Friend- You share some good news after escaping Godric’s Hollow

Plaything- Severus doesn’t see your relationship with Sirius the way you do.....

Remember Who’s In Charge**- Cuddling takes a turn...

They’d Be Proud- Life before and after Voldemort’s attack

Silly Feuds- Sirius feels like an idiot....

5 Words- He doesn’t think he deserves you....

You’re Safe- You don’t want Sirius to go home....

Victory- Gryffindor wins the Quidditch cup, and Sirius is overjoyed..,

Complete- Your family’s growing.....

Finally A Family- Alexa’s first Christmas with her family all together...

She’ll Say Yes- Sirius is a nervous mess

All That She Needs- You have all that you need

Lovable Idiot- Sirius gets into another fight

Not A Disgrace- Sirius’ mother makes it plain how she feels

Too Dangerous- Sirius wants to meet his daughter

Part 2:Long Awaited- Sirius finally meets his daughter

First Time __  HCs

Guard Dog- James is a bit protective of his little sister.....

Family Name- Being a Malfoy casts an impression, and not a very good one

Not So Bad- Sirius meets your parents

He’s Alright- You haven’t heard from Sirius in weeks....

More Often**- Sirius and you switch things up

The Fifth Marauder-Why can’t he see?

Part 2: Someone Like Me- He finally sees what he’s been blind to.

Stick To Maroon- You’re tutoring a 2nd year...

On The Desk**-The meeting’s finally over...

Living With Sirius HCs

Nobody Else- He’s home...

10 Sickles- Bets were made...

Movie Night- James wants to watch a horror movie...

Space- You and Sirius don’t see eye to eye on this

New Relationships- Lily and James won’t admit they have chemistry....

Run Away- Sirius needs to see you

Whole Once More- Sirius never knew....

Second Chances- Your first date with Sirius doesn’t go as planned

Revenge- Y/N is hexed...

Strong- Nightmares haunt him

Lion in a Sea of Badgers- Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff

Sirius x Hufflepuff HCs

Secrets- Sirius learns some new things about his girlfriend

Whenever You’re Ready- We all have our bad days...

Leave-Sirius breaks out and finds you...

Nighttime Confessions- The night of Sirius’ discovery...

Nearly- After the Department of Mysteries

I Prefer Red- Y/N spends Christmas with the Blacks

Snitching- Y/N just wants to see Sirius smile

Cake At Midnight- You want cake, but it’s midnight

Twice Obliviated- Y/N sees her ex while out with Sirius

My Three Girls- And baby makes 4...

We’ll Be Alright- This was unexpected...

Mother’s Day- The Black’s first Mother’s Day

Care- Y/N gets sick at an Order meeting

She’s Perfect- James, Lily, and Remus come to meet your daughter

You’re Mine- Despite being your boyfriend, Sirius still flirts with other girls

This is Not A Date- Y/N and Sirius aren’t on a date, they’re 3rd and 4th wheeling.

Protecting His Girls- Your daughter’s had nightmares ever since she found a boggart in her closet.

Welcome To The Order- Y/N is finally inducted into the Order, and finds more than friendship.

Worth The Wait- Sirius finally gets what he’s waited 12 years for.

Night Off- While at a bar on her night off, Y/N meets a less than friendly man, and one that’s pretty okay.Keep reading

Lightning Muses- As a storm rages outside, Y/N reflects on memories with her lover and Harry

Revelations At The Order- Y/N finds more than she thought she would at an Order meeting.

Rage**- An Order meeting goes wrong....

Don’t Speak**- Sirius sent you a patronus with instructions, and you’re not about to question them

Take Care Of Me**- You need to let go for a while....

Forgive You**- Sirius and you have an argument...

Dirty Girl**- You tease Sirius at an Order meeting....

They’ll Be Alright- After Voldemort attacks, Rose is raised by Lily and James...

Time To Think- After a spat, you need time to think...

Yours Forever- Sirius always held onto hope...

Young Sirius Smut HCs**

The Best Day Of His Life- He’s always wanted kids, that hasn’t changed in 12 years....

Remus Lupin

Actually Bathe**- Remus looks so relaxed...

Boggart: Version 1**, Version 2**-You thought you could do it

Nothing Left- Everyone he loves is gone

Storm**- Rainy mornings are sometimes the best....

Overprotective Remus x Sister HCs

Remus Meeting Parents HCs

Proud- Remus is proud of how well you did on an assignment...

Student’s Favorite- Remus doesn’t believe that the Hogwarts students love him as much as they do....

Remus x Herbology Professor HCs

Learn To Knock- Harry apparently doesn’t know how to knock.....

Her Wolf- Much like a wolf, Remus won’t give up until he has you....

Too Easy- Sometimes, you’re able to forget about the war.....

Mystery Wolf- Remus won’t rest till he finds this mystery wolf....

Rough One- You care for Remus after the full moon..

Ruined Surprises- You open the package that came, unaware of what it was.

Remus x Pureblood Slytherin HCs

You Love Her Like A Sister, I Love Her Like A...- Even though James knows about your relationship, he still isn’t a fan of what he sees....

Took You Long Enough- Remus’ confession has been a long time coming....

Who Else?- Remus adores you, but Lily is very protective of you...

Moony and Puck- You never found your soulmate in Salem...

Unrepairable- Remus made an irreversible decision...

Lovesick Wolf- Remus us always so shy around you....

With A Little Help From Lily- Remus has liked you for 4 years, and finally acts on it...

Forgotten By Morning- After a few butterbeers, Remus lets something slip...

Her Muse- You’re hard at work on your latest creation

Admit It- Despite overwhelming evidence, Remus does not believe he cheats at games.....

Coffee and Chocolate-N.E.W.T week is here.....

Recovery- Remus’ recovery after the full moon

The Wolf Can Skate- Remus agrees to an ice skating date....

All Was Golden- Important moments seem to happen at sunset

Better- Remus makes a bad day better

So Much Easier- Remus discovers a way to make the full moon easier

Yearly Occurrence- It’s time for the Yule Ball again

Being Quarantined with Remus HCs

Gorgeous Girl- You’re late for a double date

The Order Can Wait**- Remus wants you now

Shut Up and Kiss Me- You need to study, Remus disagrees

Don’t Let Them Hear**- A little fun at the Order

Makes Me Sick- Y/N has to fake-date for a mission, Remus is not happy

Kindly Fuck Off- Tonks is getting a little too comfortable....

Not The First Time- Your brew amortentia with your best friend, what could go wrong?

I Think....- This can’t be a coincidence

No Music Needed- It’s been a long day..

I’m Home- Remus has been away for 2 weeks....

Head Girl- Sirius loves Y/N, so does Remus

The Perfect Moment- Remus is anxious at an Order meeting...

Her First Moon- It’s Y/N’s first full moon...

Please Understand- Remus never told Y/N about his “furry little problem”...

Lucky- When everything seems wrong, Remus makes it feel alright.

After The Full Moon- Y/N knows that each moon affects Remus differently, she’s there for him every time.

See The Goodness**- Remus doesn’t think he’s all you know him to be....

Scruff**-Remus decided to grow out his beard....

All The Work**-You teased Remus for the whole class...

Desperation**- You’re both desperate when Remus comes home...

Git- Severus Snape, you’ve decided, is a git.

Being Married To Remus/Remus As A Father HCs

Like His Mother- You help raise Teddy after the war....

Cure- Y/N is tired of seeing Remus suffer...

Possessive**- The full and pollen, what could go wrong?

Face Tomorrow- The future is so uncertain...

Pup- The newest Lupin....

Moony, Padfoot, and Prongs- Christmas with your family....

Feral**- The wolf in him comes out...

Before and After- Before and after the full..

Remus During Your Pregnancy HCs

Nowhere To Be- There’s nothing quite like cuddling during a storm...

Travelling The World w. Remus HCs

Young Remus Fluffy HCs

You Stop, I Stop**- What can he say?  You turn him on...

The Wolf’s Wedding Night**- The full’s coming up, and Remus is needy...

His Favorite Time Of Day- Mornings are his favorite time of day...

Young Remus Smut HCs**

Luna- Remus has never been more in love...

Yours**- He won’t let them hurt you...

Alpha**- You need your alpha...

The Wolf and The Hound- Remus is so nervous....

Trust- Your trust is what makes your relationship strong, and what keeps the sex good...

How The Marauders + Lily react to you and Remus Having a Baby and Naming them after them HCs

Severus Snape

Damned First Years**- He’s had enough of those damned first years....

Sir**- You know you made a mistake, you you know you’ll pay for it....

Stress Relief**- Severus knows how stressed you’ve been...

Devoted- You prove Severus’ alliances...

She Won’t Last- Umbridge’s punishments are taking a toll....

Now I Have It- Christmas morning in the Snape house.....

Want You Close- Severus doesn't want to get up.....

Severus x Triwizard Champion HCs

What I See- Severus thinks you deserve better...

Welcome To The World- You go into labor while Severus is supervising detention....

Bets- A game of truth or dare....

Would Have Been An Unforgivable- Lockhart, ever the idiot, has once again gone too far....

I Won’t Let Him- Your ex is out of prison....

Lake Nights- You’re supposed to spend the night with Severus, but it’s such a nice night....

Part 2: Little Tease**-Severus has had enough of your teasing….

Potion Master’s Mistake- Even Severus makes mistakes....

Hidden Feelings- What exactly is the potions master feeling?

Part 2: Unforgettable**-Hidden feelings are finally revealed

I Will Be Here- After 16 years......

Another Year, Another Ball- You reflect on the year at the Yule Ball....

Call Me Severus- Potter’s payback.......

Never Stood A Chance- Severus is very protective of what’s his.

Professor In The Making- You hang out in Severus’ classroom after giving birth to your second child...

Snape’s What?- The students had no idea....

Time and Space- Severus wants to get to know you better....

Be Okay- Your mother has quite a bit to say

Almost Discovered- He almost found out....

Good Night’s Sleep- Madame Pomfrey has a rule that you detest....

Body Worship HCs

Married To A Whale- Your robes don’t fit like they used to...

Overworked- You’re overworked and Sevuers takes notice

Break- Everyone has a breaking point....

Forgive Me- Severus and you fight, and some words are said

Never Doubt It- You plan a picnic for Severus

My First Priority- When the crowd becomes too much, Severus is there

Won’t Let You Fall- You take Severus home for vacation....

My Good Girl**- Severus has been waiting for you....

One Sided- Your feelings aren’t as one sided as you thought..

Guilt**- Severus feels guilty for last night...

Perfection- Severus shows you how beautiful you really are.

If It Weren’t May- You’ve picked up crocheting during quarantine

Something Different**- Sev wants to try something new...

Bedrest Is Boring- You’re on bedrest, but you’re lonely

Lonely No Longer- Severus needs to meet his soulmate

Birthday Presents**- Severus gives you a birthday surprise

The Potion Master’s Soulmate- Snippets of your life as Severus’ soulmate

Free Period**- Severus wants to see you after class...

Another Love- Severus has never had pizza before...

Get This Right- Why does Severus know so much about creatures?

Movie Night- Y/N convinces Severus to watch The Notebook

The Afterlife Awaits- It’s time for Severus to go...

Any Worse- All you wanted was to get Severus some new vials...

Damaged Souls- Y/N still remembers, but has yet to tell Severus

Don’t Be Shy- Severus has never been caught pleasuring himself, until now

Part 2: Dreams Come True- Severus had a dream you are all to happy to make reality

Calming Stars- A stupid argument....

Anti-Venom- Of course the potions master lived, he could put a stopper in death after all...

Not Ideal- Y/N has feelings for Snape, but knows she can’t...

Christmas Surprise- You’ve changed....

Morning Discoveries- She’s not a Seer, but she can still read tea leaves...

Loss- Y/N’s kitten passes away...

Horrible People- You’ve had enough of the marauders

I Will Wait- Severus says something he will regret for the rest of his life

Sketches- Severus finds your hidden talent

Very Early- Severus notices some things...

The Reason- Severus meets his soulmate, he’s not happy

You?-You finally meet your soulmate..

You Can Do This- Your first day as Charms teacher isn’t going as planned...

Meeting The Dark Lord- You’re invited to a ball hosted by none other than the Dark Lord himself

Nighttime Confessions- The night of Sirius’ discovery...

Bland- Y/N meets the Order’s double agent

Thanks Seamus- Seamus’ habit of setting things on fire is actually helpful for once...

The Perfect Life- Your daughter is sick.....

“Detention”-Y/N is caught fighting....

For Him- Y/N will do what she must to protect Severus

Potions Master- It’s that time of the month

Do It For You-Mad-Eye is dead...

Finally-Y/N shared some good news...

Make Her Pay- Umbridge has gone too far...

Unexpected- Y/N is pregnant, and the students try to guess who’s it is

Unicorn Incidents- While teaching, Y/N gets hurt...

Marriage Material- Y/N’s first order meeting as Severus’ wife.

All That Matters- Y/N is ill, and Severus thinks he can help her

Imbeciles- One of the twins pranks doesn’t go as planned

Quiet- Y/N is shy, but she’s still got a lot to say

More Than She’ll Ever Know- After all these years, your mother still makes sure you know how she feels

I Am Alive- Y/N has horrific nightmares about the night she almost lost her husband

Give Me A Chance?- Y/N’s Liked Severus since 4th year

Can We Start Over?- Y/N’s on her way to Hogwarts from Ilvermorny, knowing who she’ll see when she arrives.

Ensnared By Her Voice- Y/N is a singer who returns to Hogwarts to perform, while there, she catches the eye of an old flame.

The Python’s Failure- After Nagini strikes, Snape manages to make it to Madame Pomfrey, much to the relief of Y/N

Realizations**- Severus waits a bit too long to act on his feelings…

I Expected More**- Severus decides to add something new to your dynamic...

But I Want You- Severus is the only one you want...

Always Be Right Here**- Sometimes, Severus needs to be taken care of...

What Would She Say?**- Severus has a little fun at dinner with your mother..

Exhaustion**- Severus has been brewing for over 12 hours...

Anything- After a long night, Severus takes care of you

He Knows**- You broke a rule...

Can’t Tell You Enough**-Severus finally tells you how he feels...

Dessert**- Severus’ birthday has never been a big affair...

Anniversary- Severus tries to cook dinner for your anniversary.......

Dunderhead- Your daughter says her first word, and it’s not what you expected...

A Little Threatened- Severus is jealous of your birthday present...

Mistake-Severus forgets that you’re still young..

Chasing A Comet- You thought his obsession with Lily was fading..

Independence Day- You invite Severus to visit you for the 4th of July..

That Type Of Day**- Severus has been wanting you all day..

By Your Side- When one of the twins’ pranks goes wrong, Severus is there

Every Word Is True- This is the first Valentine's Day Severus isn’t dreading

Firewhiskey- Severus finally makes his move

Mrs. Snape**- Severus’s wedding day...

Books and Potions- You’ve had enough of the Marauders...

Finally Home- You’ve been away for 3 months...

The Dark Lord’s Ball- Severus has kept you sheltered from The Dark Lord, he is not pleased with that....

Raise A Child- When Remus brings his newborn son to Hogwarts, it brings a revelation upon Severus...

Someone Better- Severus is worried you’ll find someone new on your travels...

Don’t Make A Sound**- You need to be quiet...

N.E.W.T Class- He’s always refrained from yelling at your best friend, until today, that is....

Be Yours- He knows it’s wrong, but he can’t help but be attracted to you...

Stressful Week**- Severus knows how to help you relax..

Severus Snape As A Father HCs

Not A Bit- Severus isn’t in pain anymore, this is news to you...

The Serpent and The Falcon- Severus reads your latest interview...

Potent**- After a Herbology incident, there’s only one person you need...

All She Wants**- After the duelling club, Severus is the only thing on your mind...

Want It Too- He knew his feelings weren’t one-sided...

Different Yet Alike- Though you are different, you are also like your mother....

Horror Movies- You don’t like horror movies, but you’ll watch them for Severus...

What Do You Need?**(TW: SEXUAL ASSULT MENTION)- Severus knows that this may be difficult for you...

First**- You want him, all of him..

Truly Be Yours- Even though it was a potion, he still felt the same...

Gone- You were the best thing to ever happen to him...

How Long I’ve Waited**- He’s waited for this for years....

Why Me?**- His feelings contradict one another...

Beloved**- Severus spoils you on your birthday....

Under The Desk**- You have a little fun with Severus...

My Perfect Man- You know exactly what he needs to hear...

Lay His Claim- Severus can finally take you out...

Won’t Be Gentle**- He can’t wait, he needs you now...

Cruel Misfortune- Though you want him, Eileen comes first...

Anything For You- You take care of Severus when he’s sick...

Five**- When Severus comes home tense, you know how to help him relax...

Sidetracked**- Severus was going to finish a potion, he really was...

No One I’d Rather Have- Neither of your dates were going well...

Show**- Severus wanted to spend the day with you, but you certainly made up for your absence...

His Angel Of Music- Hogwarts’ production of The Phantom Of The Opera...

Putting Him Back Together- Severus knows you’ll take care of him...

Assistant- Severus’ assistant helps him in more ways than one...

Defend- They won’t hurt him, not while you’re around...

Bringing Him Back- He’s never wanted to come back, not until now...

Internship- He’s going to miss you so much...

Part 2: Reunited- 7 months later...

Alps**- You needed this week away...

St. Mungos- The sole upside to being bitten by a python...

Silence**- Severus adores teasing, just not here...

Memories**- A walk down memory lane.

Nice and Slow**- Relaxation with your lover...

Bat- Severus didn’t know your Patronus changed...

Needless Worries- Severus loves you more than he could ever love her...

Little Game**- Severus decides to play a little game with you...

Wizard Flu- The Wizard Flu hits Hogwarts...

Wanted For A While**- Severus has wanted to try this...

Little Flower-Severus doesn’t sing, but he will for Iris...

First Time __ With Severus HCs

Retaliation- After becoming close with Severus, he won’t stand the Marauders’ bullying anymore...

Vigilant- Severus would never be unfaithful, not of his own free will...

Want You, Need You**- 5 months, and he hasn’t touched you...

Busy Day**- Your husband surprises you on your break...

Nothing To Forgive- Severus knows you’d never hurt him...

Beneficial**- Your period isn’t all that bad...

Severus Snape x reader x Harry Potter

Chastity**- While he loves his submissives dearly, sometimes, punishment is needed... Severus loves you more than he could ever love her...

Remus x Sirius x Reader

Join The Pack- They both want you...

Virgin Reader HCs**

My World**- Remus made Sirius wait...

Just Had To See Her**- Remus was helping an old friend into the castle...

Severus Snape x Lucius Malfoy x Reader

One Is Hard, Two Is Hell- Severus and Lucius are Called, and you can’t sleep...

How they react to a S/O who hasn’t had the best sexual experiences

How they deal with jealousy within their relationship 

My Prince**- Severus is needy after a long day

Real Man**- Lucius is appalled that a man’s never make you come...

James Potter x Reader x Sirius Black

General HCs 

Charm**- Flitwick’s newest charm can be used for multiple purposes...

Mrs. Potter-Black**- This is the happiest day of your life....

Sweet Tooth- They lost sight of you for 5 minutes...

Remus Lupin x Reader x James Potter

General HCs 

My Mates**- You’ve never been with Remus this close to the full...

Marriage, Children, Etc. HCs

Cedric Diggory x Reader x Harry Potter

So Proud- Both of your boys made it out safe...

Little Lion Cub**- Harry needs him.....

Easter Holiday**- Cedric makes good on his promise...

Fred Weasley x Reader x Geroge Weasley

Anything For Our Girl**- The twins want to try something new with you...

Test Subjects**- Your boys bring home some new products.....

Draco Malfoy x reader x Harry Potter

New Pleasures**- Harry’s a little reluctant...

Ron Weasley x reader x Harry Potter

Promotions**- Ron celebrates Harry’s promotion...

James Potter x reader x Lily Evans

Show Me**- You may be inexperienced, but that’s not going to stop her, or James for that matter...

Spoiled- A day in Hogsmeade with your loves...

Happy Birthday To Me**- James’ birthday surprise...

Harry Potter x reader x Hermione Granger

For Now-It’s finally over....

James Potter x Lily Evans x reader x Remus Lupin

We’re Here Now- Remus is cared for after the full moon by his three loves..

Marriage, Sex, Children, Etc. Hcs

Urgent**- Thank Merlin for the Room of Requirement...

Relaxation**- After a long week, you loves know how to help you relax...

We’re Not Done Yet**- Your three lovers know exactly how to make you feel good...

Hour**- You each get an hour...

Build You Up- No matter what people say, Lily and James are always there...

How They Got Together HCs

We Want You**- It’s all you’ve thought about for days...

What Have We Here?**- Who said getting walked in on was a bad thing?

How They React To You and Lily Being Pregnant At The Same Time

Having Triplets HCs

Sending Their Kids To Hogwarts HCs

Honeymoon Smut HCs**

How Long’s It Been?**- What would you do without Sirius?

James Potter x Sirius Black x reader x Remus Lupin

Does She Know?- He just wanted to keep you safe...

Harry Potter x Severus Snape 

Under No Circumstances- Harry knows how difficult it is...

Need To Let Go**- After a hard day, Harry needs to let go...

Lucius Malfoy x Severus Snape

Sweet Prince**- While he knows he is loved, he still worries his lover’s heart isn’t entirely his...

James Potter x Lily Evans

Gryffindor Wins**- After the Quidditch Cup....

First In A Few Ways**- He’s her first in a few ways...

Lily Evans x reader x Sirius Black

Back To Normal- After the full, Sirius is exhauted...

Other:

Marauders + Lily Assorted Favorites

[waywardodysseys]

Finders Keepers - Oneshot

gif by @rainbowkisses31​

Pairing: Chris Evans x female reader

Warnings: fluff, SMUT, oral receiving (m & f), unprotected sex (wrap it up), beard burn, cussing

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The smell of tomato, basil, oregano, and garlic fill the expansive kitchen as you stir the homemade sauce for the made from scratch meatballs you made earlier in the day. Being stuck in quarantine had made your inner Julia Child explode. It didn’t help your boyfriend encouraged you to cook more often especially when he loved devouring the homemade meals you made for him when he returned from being away from work for long periods of time, walking the halls of D.C., or stuck doing press tours for upcoming projects.

A happy bark and the click clack of toenails against the hardwood floor break through the quietness. You turn and look towards the living room. Chris is walking towards you in jeans and a red-black flannel shirt. You can’t help but smile and shake your head.

“What?” Comes Chris’ snarky yet kind remark as he closes the distance between the two of you.

You run your hand over the buzz cut he’s given himself. “I can’t believe you decided to cut it.”

Chris shrugs his shoulders, “I had nothing else to do.”

Dodger sits on the floor, moving his head back and forth as he keeps his eyes on the two of you.

You hum as you face the stove. You check the display, noting you must place the meatballs in the sauce in ten minutes. You feel Chris’ arms wrap around you and his rough beard scrape you neck.

“Chris,” you ground out as his teeth nip at your skin.

“Y/N,” Chris whispers in his smooth baritone voice.

Shivers run down your spine as his hands dip under your shirt and stroke your skin. Your body hums as his hands move up your stomach and cup your breasts. He squeezes them lightly as he grinds himself against your ass.

You moan lightly as you feel his hardness. You try to keep your focus on stirring the sauce.

“Please tell me we have time,” Chris moans.

“We have plenty,” you pause, “later.”

Chris sighs heavily, “I guess I should do the vid for Save with Stories. Get it over with.”

You smile, “know what book you’re going to read?”

“If You Give A Dog A Donut,” Chris replies, “Dodger needs to stay in here with you.”

“I know. You know he and I get along great. Even greater than you and I.”

Chris grazes your skin with his teeth, “hey now.”

You laugh wholeheartedly at his sarcasm.

Chris removes his hands from your body then kisses your neck gently. His beard scrapes your delicate skin which sends a heatwave through your body.

“You should go,” you squeak out, “before we do something, forget dinner, and burn the house down.”

Chris chuckles lowly as he smacks your ass playfully. “I’ll be back in a few.”

You hear him shuffle away then his soft whisper to Dodger “stay here with her. Protect her Dodgy. She’s important to us both.”

From the corner of your eye you watch Dodger lower himself to the floor. He crosses his front two paws and looks up at you.

“Good boy,” Chris whispers.

You shake your head and smile as you hear Chris walk out of the kitchen to somewhere else in the house.

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Hours later, after dinner and approving one of Chris’ umpteenth takes on his book reading, you are sitting in an oversized chair when the doorbell rings.

Dodger removes himself from beside your chair and walks to the door with Chris.

“Thank you,” you hear Chris’ voice state as sounds of bags make their way to your ears.

Chris had said he was overseeing dessert earlier in the afternoon. You wondered what he had delivered because there was ice cream in the freezer and brownie mixes in the pantry. Your mind tries to think about what day it is because with the quarantine they’ve seemed to all run together.

It’s neither of your birthdays, nor Dodger’s. You know it’s not an anniversary either. It’s the end of March. What could possibly be at the end of March?

Then it hits you like a runaway freight train.

Two years ago, you had been sitting outside the Martha-Mary Chapel on the Longfellow’s Wayside Inn estate in a bubblegum pink bridesmaid’s dress when a plate was placed in front of your face. You had looked up and into Chris’ blue eyes.

“My mother has always advised me to never take cake from strangers,” your voice had a hint of sadness yet bewilderment to it.

“This is,” Chris had said, “the best chocolatiest cake in the entire world. The frosting alone,” Chris had done a chef’s kiss motion with the sound, “perfection. Try it.”

“Why me?” You had asked with a raised eyebrow as you took the plate and one of the two forks he had.

Chris had taken a seat beside you. His body was warm, and you had burrowed into it because of the night chill.

“Everyone here is all smiles except you.”

“I was smiles earlier.” You had retorted with sarcasm before taking your first bite.

Oh, my fucking word, your mind had thought as you tasted the most meltingly delicious chocolatiest cake of your entire life.

“For the ceremony, pictures. Yes.” Chris had remarked. “Talk to me.”

You knew who he was, knew he was a friend of the groom. You were related to the bride.

You had shrugged, taken another bite. “I’ve been in three weddings in the last ten months. Will be in two more. One I am the maid of honor, wedding of my best friend. Probably the only one I’m happy for. I mean, I am happy for them all, but you know,” you had shrugged, “I haven’t been as lucky as the couples.”

“Love is hard. Finding it, keeping it. Making it thrive.” Chris had implied as he looked at you with a sly grin.

A month later after that night, you and Chris had become official.

You now watch as Chris walks into the living room. Dodger walking beside him slowly. The wide brown eyes looking between his dad and you.

“Sit at her feet,” Chris whispers as he finally stands in front of you.

Your eyes move between the human and the animal. Your heart quickens as Dodger sits then Chris kneels in front of you.

He holds out a plate big enough for two pieces of cake from Longview but only one is on the plate along with the words “will you marry me” handwritten in chocolate sauce.

“You know I like to celebrate the night we met, because it changed my life and I know it changed yours too. We found love together. We’ve made it thrive. We’ve kept it strong through the battles we’ve encountered. I want to keep our love thriving. Finders, keepers,” Chris glees as love makes his eyes twinkle.

As if on cue, Dodger raises a paw and places it on your lap. Tied lightly to his paw is a bubblegum pink ribbon which is holding a princess cut ring in place.

“Dodger wants you to be here forever too,” Chris whispers as he hands you the plate then unties the ribbon.

When the ring is free from Dodger’s paw and the ribbon, Chris cups your cheek and strokes your skin softly. You wouldn’t trade this man for any other in the world. He was right.

You and he found love with one another. The two of you made it thrive and survive with his busy work schedule and your fast pace career. You and he weathered battles together and always won.

“Marry me Y/N,” Chris whispers as he looks into your eyes.

You see the gleam of the love, and the forever he’s promising you.

You smile brightly, “yes.”

Chris smiles widely as he chokes back the tears. He reaches down and grabs your left hand. He slides the platinum band on your left fourth finger as you lean over and press your mouth against his.

Minutes later you pull faintly away from Chris, both of you breathless and filled with loved for one another. You wanted him; you didn’t care for the dessert you held in your hand.

“Chris,” you sigh happily, “I’d rather have you now then dessert.”

Chris grins as he stands and holds out his hand, “I see no harm in giving my fiancée what she wants.”

Fiancée, you think. You never thought about finding and keeping love until Chris walked into your life. Part of you grateful he liked celebrating the night you two met.

You hold onto Chris’s hand as he walks back through the kitchen, takes the plate from your hand and sets it inside of the fridge. The both of you move towards the bedroom.

Chris wraps you in his arms as he kicks Dodger’s lion out of the room and into the hallway then closes the door. Chris kisses you deeply as your hands travel up his arms and across his broad shoulders.

You place your hands on the back of his neck and pull away. You look into his blue eyes and smile. You then run a hand over his buzz cut. You like the short hair yet preferred it slightly longer so you could run your fingers through it.

“It’ll grow back,” Chris whispers.

“I know,” you whisper in return, “I’m soaking you in under a new light. Fiancé.”

Chris chuckles low in his chest, “wait till it’s husband. Missus future Evans. Future wife.”

You sweep your lips against Chris’, “well mister Evans, I want my dessert,” you roam your hands down the flannel shirt he is wearing and begin unbuttoning it, “and you are it.”

“You’re mine,” Chris growls as his fingers dance along the waistband of your pants.

He pushes his hand into your pants and palms your core. His fingers tease your folds as your fingers move quickly to open his flannel shirt, exposing his skin to your eyes and touch.

You move your hands up his muscular abdomen and chest. His skin is soft yet warm. You enjoyed burrowing into him on cold nights during a Massachusetts winter. He’d wrap his arms around you and hold you close. You’d inhale the cedar and lemon smell of his cologne, and know you were loved and at home.

You moan lowly as your body begins to hum with pleasure and consumed with heat. You walk Chris back towards the bed, making him remove his hand from your core. You push the flannel shirt off him then push him down on the mattress.

You straddle him and place kisses along his neck then across his collarbone. You move your mouth slowly down his chest and stomach. Your fingers fumbling with his pants. After getting them undone, you reach in with one hand and find him hard. You stroke him slowly, making sure you tease the tip with your thumb.

“Fu—mmm,” Chris moans as he feels your hand wrap around his cock.

You push down his pants, with his help, and reveal his lengthy and girthy cock to your eyes. You moan lowly in your chest before dipping your head and wrapping your lips around the tip. You swirl your tongue around rapidly as you let one hand stroke the rest of his length.

Chris’ hands move through your hair as his orgasm rises inside of him. He inhales a sharp breath as you move your mouth down his length slowly. Once your mouth hits the base you move your mouth back up his length, your salvia lathering him.

Chris’ low moans and slight pull on your hair encourages you to reach up and cup his balls. Your tongue swirling around the tip of his cock then you lick his entire length slowly up and down.

“Y/N,” Chris moans as his body ramps up on pleasure and his orgasm increases its buildup.

You lower your mouth onto his cock and bob your head up and down a few more times before you release it. You kiss your way back up his stomach and chest. You nip teasingly at his neck as his hands find their way under your shirt and onto your skin.

Chris places a finger under your chin, making you look at him. He grins as he lightly places a kiss on your lips then uses the strength he has to flip you onto your back.

You sit up for a second while Chris removes his pants. You discard your top and bra as well as wiggling out of your pants and underwear. You lick your lips as Chris returns to the bed and moans loudly at your naked body.

Chris runs a hand down your body and finds your core. You’re hot and wet. He grins against your skin as he hears a moan vibrate in your chest.

“Chris,” you sigh as pleasure seeps into your body.

Chris grazes his beard roughly against your flesh as be begins moving his mouth down your body. He knows the gratification you get from feeling the prickliness of hairs against your skin, he knows you like the burn marks his beard leaves on your skin.

Chris flicks one nipple as he moves a finger along your folds. His tongue swirls teasingly around the bud as his thumb grazes your clit.

“Fuuu—mmm,” you pant breathlessly. You need his tongue on your sensitive nub, you need to his beard against your sensitive flesh.

Chris flicks the other nipple before he continues moving his mouth down your stomach, making sure his beard grazes your skin roughly, sending your body further into the depths of fulfillment.

“Chris, please,” you plead in a whisper.

Chris dips his head between your legs and uses his fingers to open your folds. He moans inwardly at seeing your wetness and knowing how sweet you taste. Chris runs his tongue up your sensitive folds and swirls his tongue around your clit.

Your hands grasp the sheets under your body as you feel Chris’ tongue against your sensitive nub. You moan loudly as you feel his beard against the sensitive skin of your folds. He knows to pleasure you with both his tongue and beard against your most sensitive area.

You roll your hips lightly increasing the pleasure both his tongue and beard. Your orgasm rising inside of steadily as you feel euphoric in every sense of the word.

“Fuck,” you whisper in a pant, “Chris!”

Your orgasm is cresting, and you move one hand to his head. The prickliness from his buzz cut adds to the pleasure and sends your body into overdrive – your orgasm crashes inside of you making your body tremble.

“Chris!” You breathlessly pant as you let the aftershocks of your orgasm ripple through your body.

Chris hums as he kisses your inner thighs. He scrapes his beard against your flesh.

Your fingers grasp the sheets as his beard sends goosebumps over your skin. You look down at him and see his trademark smirk.

“Yes?”

Your body is on a high from your orgasm and you need Chris inside of you more than ever. “I need you inside of me.”

Chris kneels between your open legs, “anything for you.”

He takes his hard cock and strokes your sensitive folds. When he hears your low moan he sinks himself slowly inside of you, making sure you feel every inch of him as he claims you again yet this time you are his fiancée, the forever love he’s been looking for his entire life.

Your breathing has increased as you feel Chris’ cock stretch you. Your slick walls wrap around him tightly as he lowers all of himself inside of your warmth and wetness.

Chris hisses as he feels your slick walls clutch his cock. You’re tight as glove around him as his entire length is buried deep inside of your depths. He feels your hands roam up his chest and land on his shoulders. He feels the light squeeze you give him – an encouragement for him to begin thrusting in and out of you.

Without hesitation, Chris begins pounding himself in and out you slowly, but his pace surging as his orgasm begins rising inside of him steadily. It was simmering and now that Chris inside of you, it’s cresting near the edge once again.

“Y/N,” Chris growls as his breathing quickens.

“Chris,” you moan in return as you lean forward and nip at his neck. Your teeth graze his skin lightly, then your tongue licks it slowly as you reach around him and dig your fingers into his back.

Your teeth and tongue send Chris over the edge. He thrusts into you once, then twice as he climaxes and empties himself inside of your pussy. He thrusts again, making sure every drop is inside of you.

Chris captures your mouth and kisses you deeply. He wraps his arms around you as you return his kiss. He feels you bring him down on top of you.

You don’t mind Chris’ body on top of yours. You enjoy his sweaty hot flesh against yours as you both come down from the highs of sex.

Chris pulls faintly away from your mouth. He notices the slight beard burn on your chin; he kisses the redden area lightly. Chris enjoys marking you, and with the ring on your finger, he knows he’s marked you forever.

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you Chris. Finders, keepers.”

[homogrimoire-archive]

Kingfield's Fourth Anniversary - Day 3

Your Hand in Mine

The Entity had grown tired of her usual show. Trials were efficient, but now a tad dull. So, she looked for inspiration, and found it in the games and stories humanity had created. Their purpose was to elicit emotion, so they would serve The Entity well until she decided to go back to doing Trials. Thus, this is how David and Dwight found themselves in a new game. But some things never change. Stakes are high, death is always nearby, and a foe stands in their way. [Basically, Kingfield but it's the video game ICO. And they got turned into teenagers. R.I.P.]

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Dwight awoke, prepared for another trial. But, he quickly noticed that something was different. He was in a cage with no means of escape. He began to panic, shaking against the bars. The Entity never did crap like this. After seeing the futility of trying to escape, he took deep breaths to calm himself down. He looked around to see what he could notice… a long way down and a set of spiraling stairs too far away to reach, even if he could break out. At least he seemed safe, for the time being. He didn’t doubt for a second that this wasn’t The Entity’s doing, and hell and despair was bound to break loose eventually.

Dwight sighed and waited with a fearful anticipation for things to progress. As he nervously chewed on his nails, he noticed something about himself. Something was on his teeth… braces. He quickly prayed that what he thought was happening wasn’t happening. He felt his face, feeling the telltale bums of some acne, got up and noticed that he felt shorter, and sunk back to the floor of the cage with a groan. Yup, that thing turned him into a teenager. The Entity was undeniably cruel, but this was a new low for her.

He wondered why The Entity would do such a thing. Had the sight of blood and gore finally become tiresome? What did she have to gain from what she was doing now that she wasn’t already getting before? Dwight almost didn’t want to think about it. Then, he heard another call out to him.

“Oi! Someone there?!” the other boy called out from below. Quickly Dwight scurried to the bars of the cage to see who could be.

“Yes! Yes! Someone's hEre!” he frantically called out, his voice cracking as he screamed “here.” He couldn’t be bothered to care. The sight and sound of another person was comforting.

“All right! Just ‘old tight then!” the boy said. Dwight noticed that it seemed familiar, and a spark of hope emerged.

“David! Is that you!?”

“…Holy shite, Dwight?! ‘M on my way luv!” David assured, shifting from a jog up the stairs to a full on sprint. By the time he reached where he was level with Dwight, David was out of breath. “Is it… is it really you?” he huffed.

“Yeah, it’s me.” Dwight confirmed with great joy. He felt so happy to see David he could cry.

“Well, a sight for sore eyes I’ll say, and a new sight at that too.” he said, noticing Dwight’s younger appearance. Dwight blushed away at the compliment, hiding his face behind his hands. Then, he realized that David must also be in a younger body as well. He shifted his fingers away from his eyes to get a look at his boyfriend in teenage form.

“Aww, David, you’re so cute!” Dwight exclaimed as he moved closer to the edge of the cage to get a better look. Don’t get Dwight wrong, he loved how rugged David looked, but he couldn’t help but fawn over the teen David.

“God, don’t bloody remind me…” he said as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Even his voice was kinda cute now, nowhere as deep as his adult self. His face was a bit softer from having yet to deal with trying to heal from fighting so much. It was even a little chubbier. And of course, he was a lot shorter, but shorter than expected. His hair was in a simple style, cut a similar length all around rather than a fade on the back and sides with a tuft of hair on top. He also seemed to have the beginnings of some muscle definition, rather than the well defined body his adult self had. None of that really mattered to Dwight though. It was David, and he was gonna love David no matter what.

“But you are cute!”

“How ‘bout we get you out first ‘fore we start this.”

“Oh, right, right! Hmm…” Dwight hummed as scanned around for something to help in that regard.

“You know, you’re pretty cute too.” David said as he awaited orders from Dwight. He too was shorter, but had a similar haircut to his adult self. His face was softer, A little lankier too, but still obviously Dwight. None of it really mattered though. It was Dwight, and he was gonna love Dwght no matter what.

Even if their bodies had regressed, their love and memories with each other persisted.

“How ‘bout wE-” Dwight began in a mocking tone, but then his voice cracked. He quickly covered his mouth. “Don't you dare.” Dwight said.

“Wasn't gonna say nothin’ luv.” David responded as he held in a fit of laughter. He knew he wasn’t in any position to laugh either, but seeing Dwight like this was fantastic, fun even. He imagined that his boyfriend felt the same way anyhow.

Eventually, Dwight spotted a lever higher up. After jumping through a window and a bit of navigation, David finally reached it. And thankfully, it did the trick, slowly lowering the cage.

“Nice!” Dwight celebrated with a hop and a fist in the air.

“Right. See you down there luv!” David happily nodded.

David felt as if he couldn't get there soon enough, perhaps because of his shorter stature now. But, he did. Once back at the floor level, Dwight directed him to a spot where he could jump and land on top of the cage. Hopefully, they could both jump on it at the same time and break the chain, and hopefully the lock too or a bar or something.

On the count of three, David jumped to the cage as Dwight jumped up. They landed at about the same time, causing a chain to break under the sudden force. The cage fell a few feet with a loud clang. David slipped off as it hit the ground, fortunate to land on the stone with his behind rather than his head.

The lock was broken upon impact, and the cage door creaked open.

"Yeah, we did it!" Dwight celebrated as he took a step out. Unfortunately, his foot got caught on the lip of a platform, causing him to trip, landing right on top of David. Embarrassed, they both remained in a quiet shock for a moment.

"You, uh, come 'ere often?" David joked. Dwight laughed at the cheesy line.

"Nah, but maaaybe I will if you're here. Maybe." Dwight quipped.

"Ahh, cheeky. Sounds like y'need a little convincin'."

"Do I? I'm not sure you can." Dwight said, knowing very well what he was doing.

"Sounds like a challenge. I like a challenge." David smiled, and closed his eyes as Dwight leaned in. But, that kiss did not come.

Suddenly, Dwight's weight was lifted off of him. He opened his eyes to see that Dwight was just as surprised as well. A shadow lifted him up and over its shoulders in a familiar manner.

"Hey, lEt gO!" Dwight shouted as it carried him away. Quickly, David picked up an unlit torch and dashed over to the shadow.

"Fock off bugger!" David yelled as he slammed the makeshift weapon over its head. It fell to the ground, releasing Dwight in the process. With one more good swing to its back as it lay stunned on the floor, the shadow disappeared into nothing. Swiftly, David cast aside the torch and rushed to Dwight's side.

"You good Dwight?" David asked, looking him over to make sure nothing was amiss.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm alright. What was that?" he wondered, looking past David to where the shadow was felled.

"I don't know, but I don't think we're in a trial, not a normal one anyhow." David noted as he helped Dwight up.

"Yeah… Say, how did you end up here?" Dwight wondered, hoping some light could be shed on the situation.

"Don't know. Woke up in one a them caskets over there. Managed to knock it over and break free. You?"

"Woke up in that cage." Dwight pointed. Still in the dark.

"Any reason she might do this to us?"

"Probably a million reasons. But for now, we have no way of knowing." Dwight sighed. "But, at least we're stuck with each other." Dwight said on a more positive note, and pecked David on his cheek, making him blush.

"Stuck with me huh? 'M wounded Dwight…" David said, turning his back to his love, pretending to be hurt.

"Aww, can I ever make it up to you?" he wondered, knowing the answer already. He embraced David from behind, throwing his arms around the other and resting his head on top of David's.

"I dunno, maybe." he teased. Then he realized what was happening. "Wait a bloody minute… are you taller 'an me?"

The realization hit Dwight like a truck. He backed away to confirm their suspicions, and a happy smile spread across his face. He even giggled a little.

"I'm am so going to enjOy this!" he cried as he pulled David in for an embrace one more. Dwight was about a little more than a head taller than his boyfriend, so David's head came to rest at Dwight's chest.

"Well don't get used to it luv. We both know how we end up. M' late growth spurt is gonna kick you in the arse." David said, trying to sound annoyed and angry as he leaned into the hug. He wasn't though. He was going to enjoy this while he could too. With one final squeeze, Dwight let his boyfriend go.

"Alright! Let's see… how are we going to gEt out of here…" Dwight said as he scanned the surroundings. The dim light by torch gave just enough light to be able to see.

"How 'bout behind 'ere? Looks like there's another room." David noticed with a light kick to the bottom of the pillar-wall.

"Oh yeah, you're right. Maybe we could…" Dwight began to wonder. But, once his fingers grazed the stone, a bright light shone, blinding them for a moment. Once the sudden spark of light faded, the pillars moved to reveal a corridor to another section of the place.

"Well damn. I knew your fingers could work some magic, but not like that."

"David!" Dwight yelled, his face reddening with embarrassment. David chuckled as Dwight gave him a light slap on his arm.

"Sorry babe, couldn't resist." he said, a devious little smile on his face. Then, he took Dwight's hand. "Well, we should get a move on luv. Doubt our benefactor 'll be merciful if we sit 'round twiddlin' with our thumbs. Don't think she'll be giving us answers to much either."

"Yeah, you're right. As long as we got each other, we'll be fine." Dwight affirmed, tightening his grip. With a kiss, they proceeded onto the next room.

After a series of steps to help Dwight navigate the area and fending off more shadows that began to look familiar upon closer inspection, which they tried not to dwell on, they finally made it outside. They were still hand in hand when the fresh air hit them. Their hands rarely broke away from one another during the ordeal.

"Wow, It's nice out here." Dwight said quietly.

"Yeah. Wouldn't expect something like this from her."

The place was beautiful, with no ominous vibe to boot. They guessed they were stuck in some kind of castle, an old looking one at that. They didn't recognize it from anywhere, and David distinctly didn't recognize the architecture. Didn't seem like a place built in the future or modernity either, unless complex stonework made a comeback. Then, Dwight noticed a bench nearby in the shade.

"How about we rest for a moment? She probably wouldn't make a bench if she didn't want us to use it." Dwight reasoned. His experience told him that The Entity was quite the minimalist. While her recreations of trial settings were faithful, her additions were bare, and her subtractions were many. The result was a place that was exactly what it needed to be, nothing more, nothing less.

"Yeah, I could use one. Legs are bloody killing me after all those stairs!" he rightfully complained.

He took a seat first, Dwight taking the one next to him. They leaned against each other, taking in the peacefulness of their surroundings. There was a light breeze. Birds chirped as they flew by, and the air was a comfortable warmth. Eventually, they closed their eyes and fell asleep on the cool bench, hands still intertwined.

It was their first truly peaceful sleep in a very long time.

-

They eventually awoke, feeling refreshed. They stayed together on that bench for only a few moments longer. They didn't want to give her a reason to interfere with an otherwise relatively acceptable ordeal. They'd take this over a trial any day. They briefly hoped the others were alright too, off on their own odd but agreeable adventure.

They continued on with their journey, David helping Dwight get from point A to point B because he wasn't exactly a physically strong guy, and defeating shadows that threatened to not only take Dwight, but also pull at their heartstrings. Many times, David swore he would never let them take Dwight into that dark with them.

Many more times, they found comfort in simply being with each other. That lay in their rest stops at the benches, gazing at the serene scenery, and even in exploring the sprawling castle. For all its concerning mystery, it's grandiose couldn't be denied. Thus, they chose to enjoy the exploration too, in part out of spite against The Entity. By comparison to the trials, this place was a heaven.

But, people make mistakes. Ancient, and Great gods don't.

-

David was the first to wake this time, stretching with a loud groan that awoke a still sleepy Dwight.

"Five more minutes…" Dwight sleepily moaned.

"All right luv, five more." David agreed, and curled up closer to Dwight. He blindly searched for Dwight's hand and took it into his. By then, it was instinctual. Didn't want any shadows sneaking up and taking away his love. It was a damn good excuse to always be holding hands, even if they got sweaty and clammy easily. Neither minded though.

What they imagined were five minutes , the couple was up and continuing their journey. They crossed a bridge into an assault by the shadows. It was the most shadows they had encountered in a single attack. But, Dwight was confident in David, and David in himself.

However, that confidence proved to be their mistake. David had strayed too far from Dwight.

"David! Help! Oh god. David!" Dwight cried out as he beat his fists on the shadow's back. He tried kicking it as he flailed, but to no avail.

"Dwight? Dwight!" David screamed once he saw what was going on. He beat his way through the shadows as fast as he could, fueled by the desire to save his love, by the fear of losing him. He clawed his way through the horde more and more frantically as Dwight grew closer and closer to the void from which the shadows emerged, and into which he would surely disappear.

It was not enough. It was too late. As Dwight was submerged into the portal, he could still glimpse what lay outside of it. He saw David continue to struggle, tears running down his face with a pained and intense expression on it. Then, a wave of energy, and he froze, that despairing look on his face forever etched into Dwight's mind as it was onto the stone corpse.

"No… No no no no no!" Dwight hoarsely screamed, tears of his own flowing relentlessly. He futilely tried to reach out for David's outstretched hand, but he couldn't reach, couldn't feel the warmth from that small act of intimacy anymore.

This place was different. What if death here truly was the end? Both men would have been alright with that at one point. But now, they had each other, a great reason to live .

He was eventually dropped off somewhere by the shadow. He almost didn't notice with grief consuming him. But then, he heard it, a familiar song.

La la la la la la laa

Laa la la la laa la la

He quickly got up, wiping his tears away even though they continued to flow and blur his vision. He could make out the thing in front of him. The lullaby that was anything but a comfort made it clear it was the huntress. Yet, it didn't exactly look like her. She was shrouded in much darkness. She only seemed to retain her pale mask and skin.

Her head methodically swayed to her song like a slow metronome. He readied a fighting stance like David had taught him. She got up, and slowly walked towards him. Inch by inch, his stance weakened, along with his will. He then found himself falling to the floor, curling into a ball.

Finally, she stood before him. Gently, she picked him up, and held him close as if he were a small child and not a lanky teen.

La la la la la la laa

Laa la la la laa la la

Despite knowing, he leaned into it, holding tighter. Perhaps it was selfish, but he focused on trying to fool himself into thinking it was David. Back in his strong, comforting arms, something he was sure he would never feel again now.

He wailed in despair. Eventually, his weeping stopped. He too was stone now. Yet, the shadowy huntress continued her lullaby, and continued to cradle him in her arms, happy and content that the little one was calm now. Finally, a success in the one hunt that eluded her.

-

"Five more minutes…" Dwight sleepily moaned.

"All right luv, five more." David agreed, and curled up closer to Dwight. He blindly searched for Dwight's hand and took it into his.

Refreshed, the couple continued their adventure. Soon, they came across the largest horde of shadows that had come across yet. They were defeated soon enough, David sticking close enough to Dwight to be able to protect him in this instance.

Their journey continued. Brave David clearing jumps that made Dwight quake, Dwight jumping after some coaxing from David, David catching him and pulling him up when he came up just a bit short. Taking care of more shadows, opening more pillars with magic. Eventually, they came face to face with their antagonist for the first time. She appeared in a spark of light and dark.

Hm hm hm hm hm hm hmm

Hmm hm hm hm hmm hm hm

Still holding hands, David put himself between her and Dwight, his trusty stick drawn.

"Fock off you bloody monster!" David yelled at her.

Dwight. I'm waiting for you, dear child. she asked in a sickeningly sweet voice and smile, arms outstretched towards him to welcome him. Come to where you belong! Yet, as she spoke, her lullaby did not stop. She also spoke in both her mother tongue and the one they both understood.

"Fuck off!" David yelled. With a scream, he charged at her with the stick. It proved effective against shadows, why not her? The answer was magic. A field of energy simply made him unmajestically flop back, knocking the stick out of his hand.

"DavId!" Dwight yelled as he rushed to his side.

This is the thing you follow? What are you doing with something like that? she said to Dwight.

Dear Dwight lives in a far different world from you. Know who you are, and leave him for that reason. she ordered David, and in a spark of light, the shadowy Huntress vanished.

"Are you Alright?" Dwight was quick to ask. "'M fine. Had my arse handed to me there," David groaned, "but I'll live. A better question is what the 'ell’s she on about?"

"I don't know. Who ever knows what those monsters think." Dwight said. They both figured she was someone who wouldn't make much sense if she spoke anyhow.

So, they went onward, now knowing of their greater enemy in this game they were thrown into by The Entity. Since their trusty stick, now partially burnt, had proven to be slightly less trustworthy, they were unsure of how they would defeat the huntress, if they could, or if that was even the endgame of his ordeal. There were still many things unknown about The Entity and this game.

-

After the usual fanfare, they came to rest at a bench looking out to the ocean. Despite the overcast sky as well, it remained comfortably warm. With the time for repose upon them, their minds wandered. Dwight still held onto David's hand, letting him absent-mindedly rub his palm. Eventually, their wordlessness was broken.

"Hey Dwight?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you, y'know?"

"I know. You know I love you too, right?"

"I do."

"Good. I'm glad."

-

Their journey to find a way out of the castle continued on. The threat of various types of shadows, small and many, flying, and the normal ones, persisted. Traversing the place was a team effort neither minded.

For such moments when it was just them, they could imagine they were teens living a grand, fantastical adventure together like those of storybooks. They both wondered how their lives could have turned out if they had known each other when they were younger, before The Entity. Realistically, they both knew that their meeting probably wouldn't have resulted in anything meaningful, all things considered. But, they dreamed of something wonderful all the same.

-

"No… No no no no no!" Dwight hoarsely screamed, tears of his own flowing relentlessly. He futilely tried to reach out for David's outstretched hand, but he couldn't reach, couldn't feel the warmth from that small act of intimacy anymore.

This place was different. What if death here truly was the end? Both men would have been alright with that at one point. But now, they had each other, a great reason to live.

Dwight continued to try and break free of the shadow's grip, to escape and run back to David. And do something, anything. But, they came out of the portal soon enough, and Dwight was at the feet of the shadowy Huntress.

La la la la la la laa

Laa la la la laa la la

Dwight screamed and rushed at her, hitting her repeatedly as she did not react to his weak blows.

"Give him bAck to me, damn yOu!" he bawled as his voice cracked.

She tried to comfort him with an embrace, but he pushed her away. He began to run. As he did so, he began to turn to stone.

She calmly walked over to him, and saw the saddening expression on his stone face.

Another failed hunt of that which is elusive. She hoped there would be more successes in her future. She knew that feeling of success in this elusive hunt now, and wanted it more and more.

-

"Dwight?"

"Yeah?"

"You think it's bad I wouldn't mind staying here forever?" David wondered. Dwight gave it some thought.

"Nah. I don't think so. This place isn’t sO bad. A lot better than any trial, that's for sure."

"Well, more than that. I don't 'ave a lot going for me back home. At least 'ere, I don't 'ave to worry 'bout that."

"Yeah… I get what you mean." Dwight replied. He didn't have much going for him either back home. He wasn't even sure what would happen if he got back.

Would he end up when The Entity picked him up, or ten years into the future. Either way, a lot of adjustment would be in order. The only thing he did know was that he and David would be able to find one another since they came from about the same time. That also begged the question if they would remember each other. Dwight didn't want to remember all the terrible torture and death he saw and endured. But, he didn't want to forget David and the friends he made while there.

"But, I still think I want to go back. I still want to be somebody. I want to live a real life. I think I'm brave enough to do that now." Dwight said with quiet pride.

"'M sure you'll do great luv." David was happy for him, but this also made him sad. Maybe that thing was right…

"Thanks David, for believing in me." Dwight gratefully said, and leaned against David as they say.

"Welcome luv. I'll always believe in you." he replied with a smile. It quickly faded though. He could believe in Dwight, always would. Couldn't say the same for himself.

Dwight felt David hold onto him more tightly. At first, he interpreted it as an act of affection more than anything else. But, he couldn't shake the odd feeling that something was up with his boyfriend.

"What's wrong David?" he asked, pulling apart so he could look at him. David averted his gaze.

"… You wouldn't leave me, would you?" he asked after a moment of hesitation. Such moments of vulnerability were difficult for him still. Though, admittedly easier than before.

"What? No! David, I-" Dwight began, realizing what David was really talking about. "David, come on, look at me." Dwight begged, and gently lifted David's chin.

He looked into Dwight's eyes for only a moment before returning to look down.

"I'd never leave you behind, alright? Wherever I go, I want to be by your side. Now matter where or when we are, that's not gonna change. I love you." Dwight finished, placing a kiss on David's forehead. David returned the gesture with a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks babe. Needed that." David said, returning to cuddling with Dwight. He smiled and felt a warmth spread across his body as Dwight enveloped him. It was a good feeling to know that Dwight wanted to be by his side.

-

"Well, this place looks 'bout right." David noted. It appeared to be a gate leading to the outside. Behind it, a bridge. "Wanna work you magic again luv?"

"Here goes nothing." Dwight said, and cautiously grazed the door. And just like last time, a spark of light. But this time, it's magnitude and intensity was far greater, eliciting a scream out of Dwight.

David yelled for him, but was pushed away by the light. When it faded, the gate began to open. David ignored it, and rushed to Dwight's side as he lay on the ground.

"Dwight. Dwight!" David said with great worry as he tried to shake the other awake.

“I’m alright.” he grumbled as David helped him up. “Come on. We should hurry.” David hummed in agreement, and led the way, holding Dwight’s hand as he ran behind.

At the bridge’s midpoint, something unexpected happened. A beam of a spark of light hit Dwight, holding him back and sending David tumbling forward and off the edge. He just barely caught the ledge, and hurried to pull himself back up. Then he noticed that the bridge was retracting, separating him and Dwight.

With a grunt, he jumped the gap, narrowly missing the ledge. But Dwight was quick to act despite being zapped, and grabbed onto David’s hand. Dwight struggled to pull him up. As David struggled too, Dwight felt a terrible feeling. It began with his feet, and spread up his body, taking his legs, waist, torso. It was a literally heavy feeling. Despite this, he continued to try and help David up, as he had done for him many times during their adventure. Then, he sensed another. He didn’t need to look up to see who it was, nor did he care.

From below, Dwight could see the shadow Huntress looming above Dwight, staring down at him with a smile. Then he saw it. She was turning Dwight to stone. It was too late.

“I’m sorry. I- I love you.” Dwight said through tears, and let go of David before the petrification wave could take him too. David plummeted to the waters below, a range of emotions overtaking him before he blacked out.

-

When David awoke, he was on the rocky entrance of a cave. He’d lost his trusty stick in the fall, and was left with nothing now. There was only one way to go, so David went into the cave. All there was for him to do now was find his way back to the castle, and save Dwight. Or die trying.

That thing was right. He wasn’t like Dwight. He wasn’t strong in those wonderous ways that Dwight was. Maybe it was a tad pathetic or unhealthy, but it's who he was. But so what? He could always work on that later. And he loved Dwight, and Dwight loved him. For now, he would do all that he could: focus on saving his boyfriend.

The cave and subsequent areas proved to be more daunting than the castle. But, David persisted, even managing to find an axe that carried the spark of light and dark. It would surely prove useful later when he beat that thing to bits for what it had done.

The whole time, David could not help but notice that his hand felt so empty without Dwight holding onto it.

He tried holding the axe in that hand, but it did not provide any comfort. The handle was hard and cold, like stone. Nothing like Dwight's warm and soft hands. He quickly switched the sword back to his other hand and pressed forward.

Many more shadows manifested as he found his way back into the castle. Without Dwight and his insight, David found the place to be more puzzling. Now that he was alone, he couldn't help but focus on the fact that these were more like shades than mere shadows. Many of them were in the image of fellow survivors: friends and acquaintances.

He saw them emerge from the caskets, the same kind as the one he broke out of. He really hoped this was some sort of cruel joke by The Entity, and not really them. Regardless, at the end of the day, it was them or him and Dwight, so David did not hesitate to force the shades to dispel. He appreciated the axe since it took care of the enemies quicker. He would have appreciated it more back when he had Dwight to protect.

And eventually, he found Dwight, frozen in place, reaching out to David and surrounded by those shadows.

"Get away from him!" he ordered the wretched things. That got their attention, and they went for him, only to quickly be dispelled.

Solemnly, David walked up the steps, and fell to his knees in front of the statue, letting the axe fall too. He placed his hand into his love's. What was once alive with warmth and love was now dry and cold and hard. He began to weep.

"I'm sorry Dwight… I'm sorry…"

How long he stayed there, he wasn't sure. But eventually, he picked himself up, and the axe.

"I'll be back. I promise."

With that, he proceeded onward. He held the axe up to a set of stone pillars. A spark of light, and they moved to reveal an elevator. He could hear the Huntress's song echoing from above.

This struggle would be over soon, and he and Dwight would be united. That's how these kinds of things went. Beat the bad guy, and things would be fine.

The elevator reached the top with a clang. Past the wide hall and in the open room at the end of it, the shadow Huntress sat.

Hm hm hm hm hm hm hmm

Hmm hm hm hm hmm hm hm

You come for the release of death. It is not an escape. she revealed to David as he angrily walked down the hall.

You come for a love you don't deserve. Love is not eternal. she told him as he stared her down in the middle of the room.

"And wot in the blazes do you know about love, either of you?" he questioned with a rage in his voice.

She laughed, and the lullaby was the only sound of hers to remain. A field of energy then surrounded her. From it, a wave flew out. David braced himself, with the axe in front to shield him.

And it worked. The wave flew around the axe, and a quick glance showed that the two nearby pillars could be used as protection too.

With a battle cry, David charged at the Huntress. The axe clashed with the force field, knocking the weapon out of his hand and sending him flying back. He saw her charging up to send another wave out, and hurried to take cover behind a pillar. Once the wave of light and dark passed, he hurried to the axe and rushed at the monster again.

Once more, he was thrown back. Though this time, the sword landed closer to him. He blocked another wave, and attacked again. All the while, she swayed to her song as she sat on the throne.

David rushed at her once more. With a roar, the barrier shattered, and the axe embedded itself in her chest. She stopped her lullaby for a moment before weakly resuming it.

Sing 'nonomori'

Say 'nonomori'

It's all we have left

She gently said. And with one final, bone-chilling laugh, there was a flash of light, and the shade huntress was simply gone. The force sent David flying backwards into the air. His back hit a wall, and he fell to the floor, unconscious.

-

Dwight woke to a thundering roar. He didn't know where he was. As he got up, he noticed he was a shadow now, sparks of darkness flying off him. He looked around, and saw that two blockade pillars had been opened. He knew it was David, hoped it was anyhow, and rushed over, going up the elevator.

His suspicions were correct. David lay in the center of the room. Dwight ran to his side. He wasn't dead, thankfully. Just unconscious. Another rumble, and Dwight realized that the place was falling apart. Quickly, but gently, he scooped David up. It took less strength than he thought, likely because of his condition.

Running on intuition, Dwight traversed the area, finally coming to a lone boat tied to a dock. Carefully, he set David in it. He considered getting in, but decided against it. He had the feeling he was done for, or would be soon enough. He didn't want to cause David any more pain. So, he pushed the boat, and let it drift away towards the nearby shore away from the island. He hoped for the best for David as a sadness enveloped him while he watched the boat become smaller and smaller.

-

David found himself waking up in the boat, which had since landed on the beach. There was a dull pain at the back of his head, but he ignored it. He got up and stepped out of the wooden boat, but tripped and landed face first in the sand. A real great way to start things.

He picked himself up and dusted himself off, scanning the beach as he did so, and saw nothing at first. But then, in the distance, he saw something lying on the beach. With nothing better to do, he began to walk towards it. As he neared it, he realized the figure looked familiar, and began to sprint towards it. Even closer, he saw that it was Dwight.

"Dwight! Dwight!" he called out as he shook the other awake.

"Five more minutes…" he groaned as he turned to face away from what awoke him. David laughed, and began to cry tears of joy as he picked Dwight up, thoroughly waking him up in the process.

"Huh? David? David!" Dwight exclaimed as he realized what was going on and tightly embraced him back. He too began to cry tears of joy.

They briefly broke apart to look into each other's eyes, and kissed.

-

Hand in hand, they sat together, watching and listening to the waves, and sharing a watermelon they found growing in a patch not too far away. They did not know how long they would have this moment, where they felt love and contentment so intensely. They didn't ponder on how long they would have this anyhow. They just wanted to live in that moment then and there, so they did.

"Hey, you think we can count this as our first real date?" Dwight asked before taking a bite of a piece of watermelon.

"Do y'want it to?"

"Do you?" Dwight asked in return. David pondered the question for a moment.

"It's a nice place, innit? Nice for our first date." David answered. "Would take you somewhere fancier, but, y'know." Dwight chuckled at that.

"As long as you're here, this is perfect." he smiled. David pecked Dwight's forehead in response.

Hand in hand, the lovers leaned against one another, feeling a love they thought they would never feel.

[magnoliasinbloom]

Crash Course Love

Claire and Jamie are together for one purpose only: trying to get over their previous relationships. It’s just a plan, isn’t it?

Infinite thanks to @lcbeauchampoftarth​ and @anna-swims​ for being awesome betas. There is no posting schedule, because life™. I hope you enjoy this ride.

AO3

1: Drink [Claire]

I slammed my tiny shot glass down hard on the bar top. It earned me a dirty look from what’s-his-face, the bartender.

“Hey… hey! Yeah, another one over here, please.” My words weren’t quite slurred yet, but I was getting there fast. Bloody fuck.

I swiveled on the barstool, just enough to get a real good look at the people who were milling around the crowded Glasgow bar. Which bar was I at again… Prince Edward? Prince Charles? Some royal name.

I was past being discreet. I craned my neck and checked out every booth and table just to make sure they were really gone. The bartender nudged my arm with my new drink and I felt for it blindly, never taking my eyes off the tiny dance floor.

“Cheers, Robert.”

“It’s Rupert,” he grunted.

“Whatever.” I pulled the tequila hard and fast, barely grimacing as it burned its way down.

“Och. Tha’ looks painful. I might have to try that.”

The voice came from my left, a slightly slurred Scottish burr. I turned slowly, wiping my mouth rather sloppily with the back of my hand. I squinted in the dim light.

His hair was the first thing I noticed. It was an attractive mess, and I couldn’t tell if it was the shitty lighting or his natural color, but it was so red it looked fake.

I realized I’d been staring at the top of this lad’s head like an idiot, before finally meeting his gaze. Deep blue eyes—a rare form of sapphire—looked back at me, also squinting through the haze of cigarette smoke and dim lighting.

Bloody fuck, he was a hot mess. I felt a twinge of equal parts guilt and self-righteous anger. I thought maybe it was a bit too soon for me to notice other attractive men, but the anger spoke up even louder. Why shouldn’t I engage in interesting conversations with random, gorgeous men? The anger in me won.

Wait, he’d said something. What was it? He wanted to do a shot?

“Um, it’s Cuervo. I think I might go blind if I keep drinking this, but that’s okay. Then I won’t have to see that arsehole walking around with that stroppy cow.”

Oops, overshare. At least I hadn’t hurled tequila and pub mix all over him. Yet.

Attractive blue-eyed lad raised his eyebrows. He was just as shit-faced as I was, maybe even a bit more. “Arsehole? Who would that be?”

Oh, might as well. “My ex. Turns out those late-night work meetings that went on for months were late-night sex marathons with Sandy. The arm-candy.”

“Sandy? The stroppy cow, I assume?” He smirked and tossed back the remainder of his own drink. “Which would make you…?”

“Claire. Spurned but pissed ex-girlfriend.” I held out my hand.

He took it in his and squeezed it gently. “Jamie, spurned and sad ex-boyfriend.” The tequila must have kicked in; my hand and arm felt all tingly and a warmth sparked in my belly.

“So. Any particular sorrows you’re drowning in cheap liquor?” I faced the bar again, looking at him out of the corner of my eye.

“Och, aye. But I daresay they’re halfway gone now.” Jamie shook his empty glass and the ice clinked. “My third.”

I snorted. “Fourth.” I held up my own shot glass in Ronald’s—or was it Reuben’s?—direction. “My good man, two please.” I glanced at Jamie, smiling wickedly. “You need to catch up.”

“Aye, but I really dinna want to risk going blind.” He called out to Rodolfo (Riley?), “Make it Patron, please.”

“Patron, huh? Is she worth it?” I caught his gaze.

Jamie’s eyes hardened, but I could tell it wasn’t towards me. “No. But I am.”

“Fair enough.” The glasses were placed in front of us and I raised mine to his. I stood, wobbling a bit and he did the same. “A toast—to Jamie and Claire. May their exes catch amoebic dysentery and shit till they die.”

“Amen.” He held his own shot aloft and touched the rim to mine. We looked at each other for a moment before we downed the golden liquid.

“Argh!” Jamie shook his head, making a face and coughing once. “Nice.”

“What were you drinking?” I nodded towards the chunky tumbler filling fast with melted ice.

“Whisky. I probably shouldna be mixing Laphroaig and Patron, but fuck it. I dinna care.”

Now both our eyes were kind of swimming and I stumbled into him as I tried to hike myself back onto the barstool.

“Easy there,” he chuckled. I straightened up, pushing away slightly. I gripped the bar top. The world was tilting crazily now. Bloody hell.

“I think that last shot was a mistake.” Now my words were blending together in strange ways.

“Aye, for me too.” His Scots accent had broadened more over the past minute.

I laid my head on the bar, not caring if my hair got dirty. I groaned, and I felt Jamie pat my back gently. “Um, thanks.” I managed to raise my head off the surface after a few minutes.

“Anytime.” He hoisted himself onto the stool next to mine. We endured silence for a bit until he grabbed a nearby salt shaker, tapping it rhythmically on the bar top. I waited.

The music suddenly changed; slow, mellow notes filled the air. I was about to make a snarky comment about the DJ’s song choice when I noticed Jamie’s hand next to me, palm up.

“Dance?” he asked softly.

“Only if you promise not to twirl me,” I found myself answering.

We made our way onto the makeshift dance area in the corner. He pulled me close, his hand at my back and the other clutched mine tightly against his chest. My left hand went on his shoulder as he led me expertly around the floor. My head threatened to drop, nestling perfectly into the center of his chest. God, he was tall.  The alcohol was finally achieving its purpose, numbing me.

We swayed back and forth; I was still trying not to vomit as we danced. I found that the scent coming off Jamie’s skin was helping—something fresh like citrus, tinged with his own male musk.

“I proposed to her.” His warm breath tickled the shell of my ear.

I gripped his shoulder hard. He proposed? Jamie’s story sounded more fucked up than mine. He took my touch as a sign to continue.

“It was our 2-year anniversary. Fancy restaurant, candles, romantic shite—ye ken? Movie style.”

“What’s your ex called?” I slurred, surprised I could focus on a question.

“Annalise.” Jamie’s voice had a sneering quality as he pronounced her name with a French accent. “We’d met when I studied a semester abroad in Paris, but she actually lived here. After I’d pulled the ring from my pocket, and knelt in front of the entire restaurant—she said she didna want to hurt me, but that we should remain friends.”

“Friends. Classic. Only if being friends means you get to punch them in the mouth after a speech like that,” I laughed bitterly and he joined me.

“That was exactly a year ago—tonight. I just found out she’s dating some arsehole—something something Saint Germain. Hence, whisky.”

The song ended and Jamie looped my arm through his, and we collapsed at a table; barstools were a little complicated in our current state. I took a deep breath and reciprocated my own sob story.

“I walked in on Frank and Sandy a few months ago. In our bed. Bloody hell, we’d known each other since we were teenagers. We were living together. Was ‘I think we should see other people’ so hard to say?” I flagged a waitress, holding up two fingers.

“Och, lass, another one?” Jamie looked concerned. I was no lightweight, but I was really feeling the previous shots.

Fuck it.

“Yeah. I need it.” I sucked on a lime and upended the shot glass. I barely acknowledged the burn this time.

“That bad, eh?”

“It is.” I winced, remembering how I still hadn’t managed to take down the pictures of us. That was just bloody unhealthy.

“Oh. It’s really no’ my place, since, well… I’m completely pissed too, but… do ye drink this much every weekend, just to forget? I mean, I worry about yer liver and all.”

“No. It’s just I ran into the Frank and Sandy here tonight, who’s sporting a rock the size of a peach pit on her finger.” I swallowed hard. “And very, very pregnant.” Much too pregnant for their affair to have begun only a few months ago. She looked ready to pop.

“Och.” Jamie looked chagrined. “Aye.” He downed his own shot and gestured for more. He raised his glass in a toast like I had.

“To ye. Because at this point, I think yer story sounds worse than mine. And ye’re still standing.” We slammed a few more shots, until finally, sweet oblivion.

No more pain, no more misplaced guilt, no more what-ifs. A moment’s peace.

It could be found at the bottom of a glass.

- - -

Sunlight streamed through the pale, gauzy curtains. It felt like a fucking drill through my eyes.

“Oh God,” I mumbled, rolling over and trying to ignore the pounding like a sledgehammer between my temples.

I hit something soft and warm beside me.

My eyes flew open, light hitting me painfully. As they adjusted, I caught sight of a tousled red head peeking over the top of the covers.

Oh my God. Oh my God.

How did this happen?

[emeraldbabygirl]

I’m so mad I can’t post this from my other account but yea here you go heathen bby

Words: 1839

Happy anniversary from Mingi

“Kitten, I’m-” Uiyeon stops mid sentence, usually you’re right there the moment he walks in, happy to greet him with a kiss and hug, but you’re not, and he hates that. The clattering in the kitchen told him you were up to no good, the last mess you made a burnt cake. He only teases you for a week, sure, but it still hurts your pride. So here you were, covered in flour, icing a cake you’re sure doesn’t suck. Today was a big day, and you had to make sure at least the cake was edible even if dinner wouldn’t be. “Whacha doing?” Uiyeon wraps an arm around your middle and you jump, not sure when he had gotten home, you thought you had more time to at least clean and look like you weren’t wrestling the pillsbury dough boy.

“Making our anniversary a mess.” He snorts, kissing along the exposed skin of your neck. “Stop, I have to concentrate.” You poke a tongue out, determined to write ‘happy anniversary’ on the cake, but Uiyeon has separate ideas, latching onto your throat with no intention of letting up. He rolled his tongue over the hickies littering the skin, pressing his very hard cock to your ass. “Daddy,” was all you got before he’s shoving you over the counter, hand curled around the same expanse of skin he was kissing, he doesn’t lean in however, standing tall still.

“Kitten, I don’t need any of this.” He gives a wary glance at whatever is boiling on the stove, reaching to turn it off without moving his other hand. He squeezes gently. “Besides, short stack, you can’t cook. Not well on your own anyways.” Tears threaten to break from your eyes, you had messed up again and this time he was mad. He was so mad he refused to even let you stand at your height. A gentle hand on your bare thigh glides up between your legs. “I only need my kitten girl. My baby. My whore.” As he speaks, he wastes no time pushing a finger into you, moving your underwear to the side and the large t-shirt over your ass. “And as long as I have my baby, I’ll always be having a good day.” Soft kisses skim over your lower back, a tongue slipping past your cheeks to lap at your pussy. “Tastes so good for me. Do you want to know what I got you for today?”

“You got me something?” Now you really felt lousy, couldn’t make dinner and his gift wasn’t ready yet. “Daddy it’s okay I’m happy wi-”

Both Uiyeon’s hands leave you till he leaves the kitchen entirely, leaving you dazed and confused. “Come.” You hear him from the living room. You’re hesitant for only a fraction, “Now, kitten.” Then you’re scrambling, washing all the icing from your hands quickly to join him on the couch only for him to stop you. “No, pretty whores go where?” You smile, kneeling in front of his crossed legs. “You really are something else, baby.” He uncrosses them, careful not to hit you, he then leans down to kiss you fully, tongue and teeth. “Good girl, ready for that gift?” You nod, curious. Uiyeon was a great gift giver, from corsets to jewelry to trips, he really knew your tastes inside and out. Today was no different as he clasps a pink leather collar around your throat. It has some sort of fluff to it, and something hanging from the front that's cold, but you can see neither. “It says ‘Uiyeon’s’ because that’s who you are, mine.” He looks as lovingly into your eyes as possible. “Pretty, aren’t you?”

When you go to speak a hand firmly makes contact with your left cheek, the force dragging your head to the side. Uiyeon smooths his fingers over it before tucking your chin under his grasp and pulling your eyes back to him. He’s edging on the couch now, gathering your messy bun, seizing your face much closer to his, a wicked smile is the last thing you see before he’s throwing you back to the ground.

“On your knees but turn around— and take your underwear off, show me what’s mine.” Excitement drips from you like molten lava all too eager to show off daddy’s pretty pussy, pulling your panties off in record time. You can hear his whistle of approval at the sight: Uiyeon could get off watching you clench around nothing, cream falling straight to the floor, he could clearly see how stiff and swollen your clit was— it all drove him so mad. “Stay like that, be a good girl for me, okay?” You feel something with a point, cold and smooth, drag suddenly from your aching nerves to your desperate cunt, stopping to tease the hole before repeating the actions agonizingly slow, each pass adding more pressure. “A whore will get off on anything, hm?” Whatever he’s caressing you with comes to a halt on your clit again, pressing down till your breath catches and tears pool in your eyes. “Even a boot. Quite pathetic, dear.” You hear the smile, how entertaining he found all of this, you were about to orgasm on his damn boot for crying out loud— and you couldn’t seem to care less.

“Do you like being fucked by my boot, kitten?” You whine out a yes, almost forgetting yourself to jerk forward, anything to make him move his foot again. “Turn around and see the mess you created, slut.” A black, shiny boot has a thin coating of you clouding the color, your essence rolls back to his heel before finally falling off to the hardwood. “Clean it.” Nervous eye’s flick up to catch Uiyeon’s wide smile, he was serious. You look back down, unsure what he really means, were you to get a towel? You feel his grip on your head again, this time more painful, he finds behind your neck and squeezes, shoving your nose into his shoe. “I said clean it. With your dirty mouth. Do it while I ask nicely.” A pink tongue darts out, leather and you make an odd flavor, but soon you’re confident, tongue flat along the top till you can’t see anymore discharge. “Was that so hard, Princess?”

Uiyeon can’t help himself when it comes to your hair, he often pulls at it till your scalp is raw, but never this hard. He yanked at the bun you almost see stars, some hair tumbling into your sight, he’s not satisfied till you're in his crotch, face pressed against his hot cock. “Show me that throat, baby.” If sucking Uiyeon off were an Olympic sport, he’d give you gold everytime. The way you could slip him into your mouth deep till your tongue lightly fondles his balls is magic— the most taboo if you were to ask him. Drool pools into his lap when you go as deep as you can, choking haphazardly before pulling back up. “Fuck me with your throat.” Growing tired of the hairstyle you chose, long fingers work slowly to release your locs, threading them through in preparation; couldn't just recklessly come down your throat so soon. When you dare peek up, Uiyeon’s dark head is sprawled on the back of the couch, eyebrows knitting in lust, cherry lips parted and teeth clenched, soft moans emit on every thrust down your mouth takes.

“Get on top of me but turn around, I need to be in you.” Uiyeon sits up slightly, guiding your hips over his, slipping you on his thick cock, the intrusion welcomed, almost a relief on the pooling heat deep in your abdomen. When he’s sure he can’t fuck up into you further, the tall man gathers up your legs, essentially hugging you into a ball, trapping all your limbs in the circumference of his arms. “Perfect,” he breaths along your throat, lifting you up only to roughly push you back down. Your body goes slack, head falling back to his right shoulder, you feel your orgasm rip through you, spraying the floor and much of Uiyeon’s thighs. “So you like when I fuck you like a doll? Is that what you want to be next? My cocksleeve?” He sets a pace, lifting you just to hit at your sensitive g-spot, another orgasm building to break. “Gonna squirt on me again, filthy whore?” All you can do is nod dumbly, words only coming out as broken moans. “Aw, I know you’re not all fucked out already. Take me for just a bit longer, I’ll reward you.”

“Yes daddy.” Broken, slobbering, and sniffling as the answer was, Uiyeon pressed his lips to your temple, picking up tempo. Your chest burns with how hard it is to pull air into your lungs, every nerve was alive and on fire. Lewd sounds from your boyfriend ghost into your ear further humiliating you, you were tittering on a fourth orgasm, arms and legs starting to shake. He grunts as he comes first, tearing you from him once he’s emptied his seed into you.

The rapper lays you back on the couch, spreading your legs wide. His right hand spreads your nether lips and he watches how your pussy pulses, globe of his come rolling at each pulse. Slowly his fingers work the come back into you, your back arches, hips driving against his hand. “Relax, I said I’d reward you for doing so well, didn’t I?” You want so badly to look down, the overstimulation making it near impossible to even lift your torso let alone keep your eyes from rolling back, just to see how focus he must be fingering you like this, like he has all the time in the world to be in you. Warmth envelopes your clit and your hands shoot for the mop of black hair between your thighs. Two fingers scissor along your walls while Uiyeon spells out his name along your clit. J E O N— M I— you push the rapper back, body trembling and contorting in ways only he knew how to invoke. You can’t find your voice to moan, sputtering out gasps and sobs indiscriminately.

“Ah- I should’ve stopped when you first started that dumb look in your eye.” Soft kisses litter all over your body, starting at your left foot. He’s careful not to touch any sensitive flesh on his journey, however, that didn’t stop him from lapping gently at your neglected nipples, kissing each on his way to your lips. “Did I fuck my pretty girl stupid?” A cheesy grin meets you, though you’re still not sure your left from your right. “Shall we take a bath?” Uiyeon fingers at the pendant on your collar, “or perhaps I could stare at how messy and dirty you look? Might make me hard again, though.”

“M’bath.” You hum, body still surging on a galactic high. “Then sex again.”

“If that’s what you want.” He kisses you again, lifting you gently. You truly drove him half insane daily.

HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK DHDFHDNNCCC FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK MEEEEEEEER FUCKING HOT COCK ON A POGO STICK THE WAY I COULDNT FUCKING BREATHE AT THAT BOOT PART YES DADDY ILL CLEAN YOUR BOOT ANY TIME YOU ASK FUCK ME HOLY SHIT I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT AND WHEN HE SPELT OUT HIS NAME ON YOUR CLIT OH GOD PLEASE FUCK AND HOLY SHIT SLAP ME ACROSS THE FUCKING FACE PLEASE DADDY OH MY FUCK I- I- PLEASE IM GONNA CRY I WANT I- MY PUSSY SAID ()•() IN DEFENSE I- FUCK HOLY SHIT I LOVE YOUR FUCKING BRAIN BABY I AM YOUR LIL HEATHEN BBY BUT I WANT UIYEON TO FUCKING OWN ME PLEASE FUCK ME DADDY HOLY FUCK...

Also I added the moodboard I hope that’s okay? And yes he’s a Mingi. I’ve said this before, I have a daddy Mingi and a baby Mingi. But fuck holy shit, this, I love this thank you so fucking much oh my god. The dirty talk hits so different now that I’ve 1. been extremely horny and 2. I’m into so much shit oh fuck. Yes Daddy Mingi please fuck me stupid fuck! THANK YOU SO MUCH BABIEEEE 💕💕💕💕💕

[dobrikdolanfan]

Make Time For Me - David Dobrik

Requested: Nope, this is one of the times where I just use my imagination. Warnings: swearing Authors Note: This is one of the first pieces I wrote! I haven’t proof read it so I apologise if there’s any spelling errors! You walked excitedly into David's, expecting to see him there on the couch, but instead finding only Natalie on the couch. You huffed in frustration, before stomping into his living room, and plopping down on the couch next to her. "Hey y/n" Natalie smiled at me, grabbing her purse. "Hey Nat, where's David?" You asked, rubbing your temples to relieve some of the stress you had from your long day. "He went with Jeff and Jason to shoot something for the vlog I think. Anyway I'm going out for the night but stay until he gets back" She smiled at you, heading over to the door. "Okay, thanks. Have fun tonight" You smiled back at her as she walked out the door. When she was gone, you rolled your eyes in annoyance and decided you'd get some extra school work done since you had your stuff with you while you waited from him to return from wherever the hell he was this time. You sent him a quick text, questioning his whereabouts, before digging into your textbook. Your phone buzzed in your lap and you saw David had replied, saying he'd forgot about you coming over, he was sorry and he'd be there in fifteen minutes. You sighed and threw your phone on the couch beside you, choosing to ignore your  irritating boyfriend. This was the fourth time this week that he had either cancelled on you, or forgotten/changed your plans. It was safe to say you were getting pretty fed up with him.

Around fifteen minutes later, the door swung open and David came in, dumping his Tesla keys on the side. "Baby, I am so sorry. I'm an idiot and completely forgot." He walked over to you, he leaned down to give you a kiss, but you turned your head to the side, letting his lips fall onto your cheek instead. He furrowed his eyebrows at you, but you chose to ignore him as you continued to type up your essay, "Everything okay baby?" David asked hesitantly.

"Mhm." You mumbled with a straight face. David sighed and rubbed his face with his hand briefly before running his hands through his messy hair, trying to think of what to say to make you forgive him.

"Y/N, I told you that I'm sorry." He slowly sat down next to you on the couch and softly placed his hand on your shoulder, but you shrugged him off. You slapped your laptop closed and looked at him with annoyance clear on your face. "I understand that you're upset, but I had to get some stuff for my video and I-" He started to make excuses, but you cut him off completely.

"I don't want your fucking excuses David!" You snapped, looking up from your laptop and placing it on the coffee table in front of you, your attention now turned back to David.  "This is the first time I've seen you properly in like two weeks. You can't fucking expect me to forgive you instantly and forget why I'm mad at you when you say sorry!" You stood up from the couch and paced around his living room while he just remained sat down, listening to you, "Do you not care about our relationship anymore?" Your voice broke a bit at the end, regretting what you said as you didn't want to hear the answer you were afraid to get. David's eyes went wide, and he rose from the couch and walked over to you, grabbing your hands.

"Of course I do!" He protested, gently squeezing your hands. You tugged your hands away from his and ran it through your hair in a frustrated manner.

"Then why haven't you been acting like it David?!" You argued, finally unleashing all of the anger and annoyance that had been bubbling up inside of you, "We were suppose to have a fun night on Saturday night, but you cancelled because you wanted to go to the club again to film. Then, you were suppose to come to mine for dinner on Wednesday night, but you forgot until Natalie reminded you and by the time you got to my place, I’d already eaten so you just went back out to meet Toddy and Zane. And tonight, do you even know what tonight's plan was?" You asked, raising your voice slightly as your eyes filling up but you blinked the tears away, determined not to cry in front of David. You could almost see the gears grinding in David's head as he tried to remember what we were supposed to be doing tonight. You scoffed at him with a slight eye roll.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I've just been doing so much for the vlogs lately and you know how forgetful I am!" He continued to try and defend himself, but you weren't tolerating any of his excuses. Not tonight anyway.

"Well, I'm sorry for expecting you to want to see your girlfriend at least once a week, especially on our anniversary. Considering you see your friends every fucking day David!" You felt like you could tear your hair out as you ran your fingers through it again.

"Well, you've been busy lately too!" He argued back, trying to turn the blame on you and you looked at him in disgust. "I'm just saying  you haven't been around much either." He crossed his arms over his chest and you felt like you could scream loudly at the level of frustration that was running through your veins and causing your blood to boil.

"I'm in fucking college David! My final exams are literally like next week, and I need to finish my fucking thesis statement in time for my graduation! Do you have any idea how stressed I am?" You raised your voice once again, letting out a loud frustrated sigh before continuing. "Me spending most of my time studying for my exams, is a different than you getting shooting people with a fucking paintball gun." You spat out. This offended David, as he always had an insecurity that you thought you were better than him because you were in college and on your way to getting a 'real' job.

"Oh, here we go again." He rolled his eyes at you and walked towards his kitchen, you followed closely behind him and watched angrily grab a bottle of water from the fridge. "What do you mean?" You questioned, lowering your voice slightly

"Y/n I'm sick of you being so damn high and mighty! I know you're busy with college and stuff, but my jobs important too, and you always dismiss it as if it's the easiest thing to do in the world." He took a gulp of water after finishing his sentence. You let out a bitter laugh before responding to his idiotic remark.

"Fine, so we're both busy. At least I always find time to fucking see you! You don't put any effort into our relationship anymore David. You don't even bother to make time for me. If I didn't make plans for us, I'd never see you!" You argued bitterly. David leaned on the kitchen counter, trying to think of what to say next.

"Well, maybe I'm tired of you yelling at me over everything I fucking do." He shrugged, tired of the argument and not caring about what he was saying at this point. You furrowed your eyebrows at his suddenly cold words. "It's all you've been doing lately, bitching at me. I say the wrong thing in vlog and you get mad at me. I spend too much time hanging out with my friends and you get mad at me. I'm late to meet you for another pointless dinner, and you get fucking mad at me! I can't win with you y/n!" He spat out his hateful words, you couldn't fight away the tears rising to your eyes.You felt your throat get tighter as the tears welled in your eyes because of how much anger you had built towards David. You bit your lip to stop the tears brimming in your eyes and looked at your boyfriend with hurt written all over your face.

"Well then, I'm sorry I get mad at you for caring about your stupid video and friends more than me, and I'm so fucking sorry that I'm pissed off that you still haven't realised tonight was out fucking one year anniversary dinner." You choked out as the tears finally escaped your eyes. David's eyes completely softened when the last sentence escaped your lips, as the memories of tonight's plans all rushed back into his mind. You angrily marched back towards the couch, slamming your laptop down and picking it up with your bag before heading to the door. "Y/n. Don't go. I’m sorry. I-" David called, his voice softer than before "save it David" You snapped, opening the door and turning to face him. "Just try to show more effort okay? It's like you don't even care anymore. I love you but I need to focus on my exams. I'll text you when they are over or something and maybe we can go out for our anniversary then, as long as you don't fucking forget or cancel on me like usual. " You remarked coldly before storming out of his house, ignoring his shuts of protest from the kitchen.

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There were so many amazing bottom Louis fics posted or completed during the month of July. We really hope you enjoy this list. Happy reading!

1) Bound (To Falling in Love) | Mature | 958 words

Note: The sequel to this fic is #2 on this list. 

Harry and Louis innocently cuddle on the couch until things get heated.

2) Nuh Uh, Honey | Mature | 1170 words

Note: This fic is a sequel to this fic, which is #1 on this list.

So this is the ending of Bound (to falling in love) but with more detail. Long story short, Louis and Harry fuck.

3) 100ft Away | Explicit | 2479 words

Harry opens Grindr for a hookup and ends up with more than he bargained for. It all works out in the end.

4) I'm Looking for Closure | Not Rated | 2503 words

Note: This fic is the third part of a series. You can read the previous parts here.

“Say you can read my mind.” Harry said to Louis as he pushed Louis down onto the mattress. Louis squirmed as the covers rubbed against his skin.

“I can’t read your mind.” He said simply to Harry as he reached up to put his hands against Harry’s chest, trailing them down to Harry’s narrow hips.

“My mind is saying that I should just… just fucking go back in time. Go back so I could be your first.” Harry said, leaning down to lick into Louis’ hot mouth.

Or They finally fuck, sorry, I mean, make love.

5) The IT Fic | Mature | 3112 words

A fic where Harry is Pennywise & Louis is Georgie... Louis goes down to the sewers & Harry fucks him with a balloon as a condom.

aka a pwp that i wrote for shits and giggles. & yes, louis is of age

6) Souls | Mature | 3890 words

The first time Harry showed Louis two ghosts.

7) The Unfinished Fic (With an Ending) | Not Rated | 4013 words

Note: There is no smut in this fic, but it contains omega Louis, so we’ve included it in this monthly roundup.

Louis greatly regretted all of his life decisions up to this point. Okay fine, maybe not all of them, but definitely a vast majority. After all, if he’d not told one little white lie about loving cricket just to impress a fit guy at the pub, maybe he wouldn’t be stuck at what was, one hundred percent, the most boring “sporting” event of his entire life.

8) Save You Tonight | Mature | 4841 words

Note: There is no smut in this fic, but it contains omega Louis, so we’ve included it in this monthly roundup.

Louis is a headstrong Omega in charge of his own life. But he's more than grateful when an Alpha comes along when he needs it the most.

9) Whisk Me Off My Feet | Explicit | 5054 words

When Louis locks himself out of his apartment in just a pair of novelty underwear, he hopes his new neighbor can come to his rescue.

10) Can You Feel the Fever | Explicit | 5113 words

Note: This fic is a sequel to this fic.

Tour has Harry exhausted. Luckily exactly what he needs is waiting for him in his Sacramento dressing room.

11) Gotta Catch 'em All | Not Rated | 5186 words

Louis loves Pokémon GO, he gets a little crazy and ends up ramming into a guy. Harry gets mad, calls him a brat and treats him like one. Oh, and they're in central park.

12) I Just Can't Get Enough Of You | Not Rated | 5466 words

Or the one were Harry got inspired from watching Louis on The Late Late Show.

13) Why Don't We Go There? | Explicit | 5654 words

Louis is a perfect model for Abercrombie & Fitch. Harry is a grungy, tattooed model for Hot Topic. When Louis walks in on Harry changing for his photo shoot, things only grow from there... including their dicks.

14) Act Out | Explicit | 6721 words

Harry and Louis try to spice it up a little for their 10th year marriage anniversary. Cliché role play ensues.

15) Life Imitating Art | Explicit | 6881 words

Note: This fic is the fourth part of a series. You can read the previous parts here.

Louis is taken on a very real journey through his fic back catalogue - life has never imitated art so salaciously.

16) You Can Show Me Your Heart | Explicit | 6935 words

Everyone knows about the unsinkable Titanic, which tragically did just that in April of 1912. However, not many people know the story of the Carpathia - the ship that raced to rescue and aid the survivors of the Titanic when the distress call came through. This is the story of the events leading up to the luxury liner crashing into an iceberg on that fateful spring night. More than that, this is the story of how two of Carpathia’s passengers - Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson - met, fell in love and helped over 700 people in the cold Atlantic water.

17) Kisses and Coffee Breaks | Explicit | 9350 words

Midterm season was finally here and all Harry wanted to do was study, however his boyfriend, Louis, seems to have a better idea.

or the one where Harry just wants to study and Louis needs Harry's cock.

18) Swallow The Knife (Outtake) | Explicit | 11186 words

Note: This is an alternative scene to fic #25 on this fic rec.

Alternate sex scene from Swallow The Knife.

19) We've Been Here Before | Mature | 11536 words

Harry goes to Louis in the wake of his sister Felicite's death, and Louis asks Harry to help him clean up a family cabin he is ready to get rid of. Along the way, they attempt to heal many things, even those that they thought were long past.

20) With Words Unspoken | Explicit | 18341 words

The one where Louis is lost, Harry is an excellent tour guide, and age is no barrier to finding the love of your life.

21) The Aurora Zone | Explicit | 19633 words

The one where Harry is busy crossing off his bucket list while Louis is busy falling for the guy he's supposed to hate.

22) Be Mine, Dear | Not Rated | 20104 words

The one where Louis just wants to meet his mate, and all it takes is for him to get a new neighbor.

23) Deflower Me | Explicit | 20154 words

Everyone is 19 and horny, and Louis just really wants to get fucked by Harry.

24) You Are Half Of Me (And I Am All For You) | Explicit | 24731 words

Note: This fic has a mention of BH.

One Direction, an obscure indie rock band, is about to embark on their first cross-country tour, living out of Louis' beloved van named Patricia.

Harry is in love, and Louis is oblivious. Or is he?

Featuring skinny-dipping in Texas waterfalls, getting lost in the desert, stargazing under the New Mexico sky, performing in front of crowds that grow in size each night, and falling in love on the road during the greatest summer of their lives.

25) You Are In My Bed, But Your Heart Isn't | Not Rated | 25595 words

Rock Band AU. Louis is an omega who fucks around, doesn't know the meaning of "feelings" until he starts crawling into Harry's bed at night. Harry gets jealous easily and they all write a lot of songs about each other.

26) Play Me A Memory | Explicit | 26932 words

Louis lives with his nine-year-old son Jake in a peaceful beachside community on the east coast of Australia, working as an entertainment coordinator at the local five-star resort. Harry is a recluse who lives on millionaires row and writes musical scores for blockbuster movies. When the roots of a wayward willow tree create havoc at his home, Harry is forced to stay at the resort while repairs are carried out.

27) Book Worm | Explicit | 37018 words

Note: This fic has mentions of BH.

“Dad said this is his very favourite place to go,” Leon divulged, much to Louis' embarrassment. 

“Did he?” Harry's olive eyes flicked to Louis, lips quirking in a way that didn’t match his beige cardigan.

“Yeah and he said you have the best books. May I look?” He asked, smiling winningly.

Leon had inherited Louis' blue eyes and his mother's dark hair, his smile quickly becoming a replica of his father's.

“You may,” Harry permitted and Louis set Leon down.

“Don’t destroy anything,” he instructed. “And if you so much as crease a page then bring it to the till because I’m going to have to pay for it...”

Leon raced straight to the back of the shop and threw himself onto the beanbag seat front first.

“I put the Kama Sutra back on the top shelf, by the way,” Harry told him with a dimpled smile. “You left it by the Hungry Caterpillar.”

28) Waiting for the Tides to Meet | Explicit | 59637 words

Soulmate AU. Everyone is born with heterochromia — one eye is their own eye colour, while the other is the colour of their soulmate's. It's only when they meet their soulmate for the first time that their own eyes match properly. After a hazy night at a frat party, Louis wakes up to blue eyes and the shocking realization that he had met his soulmate, without any sober recollection. Seven years pass where Louis comes to terms with the fact that he'll never know who his soulmate is. Then one fated summer, a beautiful green-eyed photographer arrives at Louis' workplace, with promises of endless laughter and a familiar feeling in Louis' heart.

29) Swallow The Knife | Explicit | 76168 words

“You came,” Louis says, still breathless, clinging to Harry, uncaring that his sweat is getting all over Harry’s presumably clean dad shirt, or that he’s making Harry hold up all of his weight.

“Of course I came,” Harry says. He shifts, one arm curled underneath Louis’ arse, the other spreading wide in the middle of Louis’ back. “If I ignored you every time you pissed me off we would have stopped being friends a long time ago.”

Louis already knows that, of course. It doesn’t do anything to stop the pleased squirm in his belly every time Harry proves it, though. They fight like nobody’s business, both of them too stubborn to pull their punches when they’re arguing, and it used to get them in trouble, but they always make up.

Adrenaline makes Louis loose-lipped, and they both know it. He tightens his arms around Harry’s neck, buries his face in his hair. “I missed you,” he confesses, quiet. “Doesn’t feel the same up there by myself.”

30) There You Are | Explicit | 82237 words

Note: This fic has a mention of BH.

Harry’s entire life has fallen apart - in one night, his carefully planned future is suddenly uncertain.

Then he meets Louis.

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Truth

Summary:  You’d taken Jackson to a creepy house before, but this time he had a surprise for you.

Characters: Jackson Wang x reader

Genre: fluff / haunted au

A/N: Welcome to my first story for Frightful October, this week's theme: Haunted! This is somewhat of a sequel to last years Frightful October story which can be found here.

Word count: 1,624

  “So where exactly are you taking me?” You asked, not looking towards him as you continued to pack your belongings into your suitcase. It had been a week since Jackson told you he was taking you away for the weekend in celebration for your anniversary. You liked to be in control, and know all the details, where Jackson usually went with the flow, so to be told you only needed to pack clothing was a new experience.

“It’s a surprise Y/N. Trust me, you’re going to love it. I got a good deal and it has everything we need for a relaxing weekend away!” He reassured you, although now you turned to look at him skeptically. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, moving his body around animatedly as he described the getaway. “It’s a beautiful old Hotel and it has a lot of history on the property, so I was told.”

 “Ahh, you know the way to my heart.” You feigned dramatically, your hand pausing on top of your chest for extra effect.

Jackson chuckled “Now what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?”

 A couple of hours later and you had finally arrived at your destination. Jackson wasn’t lying when he said the hotel was historic. The property expanded as far as your eyes could see, the main building was of white stone and looked more like a huge plantation house, and perhaps it had been in previous years. Now though it was bustling with people, all of which were arriving just as you were.

After parking the car you both headed towards the concierge desk, Jackson refusing to let you carry your belongings. He smiled triumphantly as he placed the suitcases down, catching his breath slightly as he did.

“See no problem.”

“Uh-huh.” You hummed, not quite believing him. You took a moment, soaking in your surroundings. The old oak floorboards and tapestry’s covering the walls were exquisite. The entryway and concierge area had been littered with old family portraits, one, in particular, holding your attention. A woman not much older than you, dressed in a lace dress with her suit-clad partner alongside her and a child in her arms adorned on what looked to be a small library with books scattered among the floor to ceiling shelves. “This place is something else.” You whispered to yourself in awe.

“Good evening, checking in or out?” A monotone voice addressed you both, snapping you out of your reverie. Jackson cleared his throat before replying.

“Ah, we are checking in. Reservation is under Wang.”

“Just one moment.” The concierge replied, not looking at either of you once as he tapped a few keys on his keyboard. Jackson turned to you, pulling a face before returning his attention to the man behind the desk. “There seems to be a problem with your room.”

“What kind of problem?” you moved closer to the desk, leaning over slightly to read the computer screen.

“It looks like the room you reserved has been given to someone else. We do however have another room available for you.”

“But I specifically reserved –that- room.” Jackson pleaded with the man, worry etched on his face. “I had it all planned.”

Seeing his defeated face you placed your hand on top of his gently, squeezing it reassuringly. “I’m sure this room will be just as nice.”

“Actually the room we can put you in is an upgrade from the previous room” the concierge announced.

“Oh?”

“It’s recently been renovated, so you would be the first to stay in it since.” He finally looked up at you both then, impatience showing in his gaze.

“That sounds great. We will take it!”  You said in unison, the concierge handing the room key to you a moment later.

“What was so special about the room you booked?” You asked curiously as you took the elevator up to the fourth floor.

“It just looked like a room you would like, but it's okay. If this is an upgrade it will be perfect.”

“For what?”

“I’m not telling Y/N. You’ll just have to wait and find out.”

You rolled your eyes at his playfulness, even though you loved that side to him. “Not even a hint?” you pleaded, a pout forming on your lips.

“Nope.” He remained tight-lipped as the elevator doors opened.

You had both decided to have a quiet night, taking your time and enjoying the enormous spa bath and room service before settling into bed to rest up for your first day of exploring the property tomorrow.

“Y/N, Wake up.” Jackson whispered, shaking you adamantly.

“Hmm? What’s going on?” answering huskily as your eyes strained to read the time on the alarm clock. The room was pitch black, the numbers on the clock reading three in the morning, you groaned “Jackson, go back to sleep.”

“I can’t, I heard a noise.”

“What?” Shifting in the bed you began to sit up, stopping abruptly when you heard a loud thud.

“That’s the noise. It sounds like it's coming from inside the room, but we’re the only ones in here.”

“It can’t be from inside. It’s probably from the hallway.” Reasoning with him as you leaned sideways to turn on the light. You took in a deep breath to calm yourself, searching the room for any signs of movement as another loud thud occurred.

“Aaah!” Jackson yelled, shifting closer to you in the bed, his arms wrapping around you tightly. “Look. Over there.” He pointed towards the vanity, the mirror shaking slightly with the thud.

You squinted, pulling away from his grasp as you removed the bed covers and headed across the room towards the vanity. You were sure the mirror had something written on it, but without your glasses, you needed to get a closer look.

“Y/N, don’t.” Jackson pleaded.

Waving him off you continued towards the mirror, gasping when you noticed more than words scribbled onto it. A picture also sat against it, a woman not much older than you, with what looked like her partner. The word ‘Mine’ written onto the mirror in red lipstick.

“What’s it say?”

You jumped as Jackson came up behind you, his hand resting on your shoulder gently, and his voice louder in your ear than you thought.

“It says ‘Mine’ and there is a picture, look.” You held the picture closer to him, his brown eyes looking from the mirror to the picture. “What’s hers?” you asked, your confusion clear in your eyes as you searched Jackson’s for answers.

“I don’t-.” he stopped abruptly, his face turning pale.

“What is it?” you asked, shaking him softly. “Jack?”

“Her ring. It looks just like yours.” He admitted, his eyes closing and sighing in defeat.

“But I don’t have a ring?”

Jackson stepped away from you, opening the drawer to the vanity and pulling out a small velvet box that was hidden inside. You gasped loudly, surprise taking you over.

“I was planning on making this special, but it seems like someone has other ideas.” He bent down on one knee, opening the box to reveal a jewel-encrusted ring with one hand, and taking yours within the other. “Y/N, I love the way we push each other out of our comfort zones, how you understand me like no one else. How you can make me go into creepy old houses, even though you know I’m scared.” He chuckled “You let me know its okay, and that I have you. I love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you on our crazy adventures. Will you do the honor of marrying me?”

Your heart stopped, your vision blurred as the tears filled your eyes, your head nodding furiously a second later. “Yes, a thousand times yes!” He leaped up, scooping you in his arms, his lips kissing yours with need. “I love you too.”

Breaking the kiss he slipped the ring on your finger, his smile beaming from ear to ear.

Just then you heard another loud thud, breaking apart you picked up the picture again, turning it over and reading the inscription on the back.

“Stanley Hotel, 1912. Mr & Mrs. Everleigh, Room 444.” You read it out loud. Flipping it back over you searched the picture once again, now noticing the finer details of the hotel in the background.

“Y/N, isn’t that our room number?” Jackson asked shakily.  

You nodded slowly, placing the picture back down on the vanity and stepping back. “It is. This must have been left here.”

“Why do we always find ourselves in creepy situations?” he asked, a chuckle leaving his lips as he wrapped his arm around you.

“Why don’t you tell me? What kind of deal did you get on this hotel?” you enquired, elbowing him gently.

“It was cheap and the rooms looked really nice. Since I spent most of it on your ring, but I still wanted to take you away.” He admitted sheepishly, a pout forming on his lips.

“Did you ever think it was cheap because the hotel is haunted?” You joked, although after tonight’s events you were sure it was true.

“No, that’s not something you google when searching hotels Y/N!” Jackson turned making his way towards the bed, sitting on the edge with a thump, his shoulders low.

“It’s the Stanley Hotel Jack. It’s one of the worlds most haunted hotels!” you admitted with a laugh as you stood in-between his legs, your hands now holding either side of his face.

“But aren’t you lucky you have me to go on these crazy adventures with, hmm?” He nodded as you leaned down kissing him gently. “I mean who else will protect you?”

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Absolutely Devastating

Charles Blackwood X Reader He stepped away from Y/N, heading to the bar to get a drink for himself and his girlfriend.  He’d need to make it up to her, or deal with the consequences that Y/N deem appropriate. 

a/n:this is a little sequel to the fic Just Give In, can be read alone as well lots of smut!

Charles and Y/N had been somewhat inseparable the moment they’d gotten together, happily showing off their relationship to anyone who noticed.  Her parents had been ecstatic, dating such a handsome man, he’d give them beautiful grandchildren if they got married.  Which is what brought them to her cousin’s wedding, Charles’ arm wrapped around Y/N’s waist.

“It’s so nice to see you again Uncle John.” Y/N pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, smiling happily at the father of the bride.

“Thank you for coming on such short notice, we didn’t realize they were planning to get married so quickly.” Y/N’s cousin, Darlene, had only gotten engaged a couple months ago, right after Y/N and Charles’ first anniversary together.

“It was no problem, the ride up was quite enjoyable.” Y/N smirked over at Charles.

He’d spent most of the ride pleasing Y/N, doing everything he could to make sure that she was always happy.  That was his main purpose in life now, simply to make sure that Y/N was always happy, no matter what it took.

A man stepped over to greet Darlene, talking happily about the wedding and her newly wedded husband before his eyes landed on Y/N.

“Y/N?  Is that you?” He seemed to have caught her attention, a wide smile spread over his face.

“Oh my goodness, is that really you Steven?  Last time I saw you was back before you’d left for school.” Y/N stepped over to envelop him in a hug, leaving Charles only two steps away.

His gaze landed on the brunette, a tight scowl on his face.  Who the hell did this guy think he was?  Y/N was his, not this guy named Steve.

“Steve, this is my boyfriend Charles, Charles this is an old friend of mine, Steve.” Y/N stepped back into his embrace, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek.

“Nice to meet you.” Charles’ tone was clipped, grip tightening on Y/N’s waist before his actions could catch up to his conscience.

Y/N’s demeanor changed suddenly, smile dropping from her face in the blink of an eye.  Charles had never showed jealousy before, so what brought on this bad attitude?

“Why don’t you get us a drink darling, I’m feeling rather parched.” Y/N’s tone left no room for argument, and Charles knew better than to disobey anymore.

He stepped away from Y/N, heading to the bar to get a drink for himself and his girlfriend.  He’d need to make it up to her, or deal with the consequences that Y/N deem appropriate.

“He seems obedient, how long have you been together?” Steve glanced over at Y/N, eyebrow raised slightly.

“A little over a year, he was a fast learner which was nice, but he seems to have developed a bit of an attitude tonight.” Y/N watched Charles walk back over, taking the glass of wine that he’d chosen for her.

Charles didn’t dare look either Y/N or her friend Steve in the eye, he’d acted out, showed everyone that Y/N hadn’t trained him well enough. 

“It’s nice to meet you Charles, Y/N seems to think highly of you, though I can’t imagine why.” Steve sipped the drink he held loosely in his hand, waiting for Charles to speak up.

“My good boy never misbehaves, does he?” Y/N lifted Charles’ chin with a perfectly manicured finger, eyes dark with anger.

“No miss, I’m sorry miss.” Charles’ voice was timid, as if he was truly upset by what he’d done.

Y/N nodded once, ending the conversation just as quickly as she’d started it.  There was nothing else for them to discuss, not until they were alone.

Steve kept Y/N’s attention for a little while longer, discussing things they’d missed over the last few years.  Charles learned that Steve was actually married, had a little girl at home.  His wife hadn’t been able to make it to the wedding, the baby too young to travel that far.  Shit, this wasn’t going to end well for Charles, he’d messed up big time.

They wished Darlene, and her new husband William, a happy and love filled marriage before heading on their way back home.  Y/N decided that it would be better if Charles drove, letting Y/N relax in the passenger seat.  He wasn’t stupid though, this was only part one of the long list that was his punishment tonight.

“When we get home, you’re going to go down to our bedroom and strip down to your boxers, get out that red rope, and kneel at the foot of the bed.  Do I make myself clear?” Y/N was still looking out the windshield, ignoring Charles.

“Yes miss.” Charles loosened his grip on the steering wheel, careful not to show his distress.

The car ride was silent, save for the wind that whipped by harshly.  It was giving Charles too much time to think, his mind flooding with different possibilities.  She’d only ever had to properly punish him once, when he’d accidentally flirted with a girl at a party they were attending.  He’d promised it would never happen again, and it hadn’t.

Until tonight, when Charles had gotten jealous of a man that was spoken for.  Y/N was his, and he’d lost sight of that for a moment.  She’d never steered him wrong before, so how would tonight of been any different?

Charles parked the car once they’d arrived home, slipping out and heading inside to do just as Y/N had asked.  The rope was made of silk, gentle enough not to leave any damaging marks, but rough enough to leave bruises behind.  He pulled off his clothes slowly, folding, and setting them onto the dresser that was closest.  Y/N had always reminded him not to wrinkle his clothes or else it wouldn’t end well.

The paddle was next, laid down next to the bundle of rope that would be used for whatever desires Y/N had in mind.  Spankings were one of his favorite punishments, it would not only excite himself, but Y/N as well.  The last time he’d been spanked, Y/N had him eat her out until she was screaming with pleasure, he’d done it gladly.

Her heels echoed as she walked down to where Charles had gone.  If he’d done exactly as she asked, she could begin the punishment.

“Charles.” Her voice sent shivers down his spine, igniting a fire deep within.

He nodded slowly, letting her know that he was ready to take whatever punishment she’d planned to give.  There was so much she could do with rope, and the paddle alone.

“You’re going to get five strikes for disobeying tonight, and you’re going to take them like a good boy, aren’t you?” Y/N ran her fingers over Charles’ shoulders, relishing in the goosebumps that rose over his skin.

“Yes miss, thank you miss.” Charles always knew to thank Y/N, no matter the case.

She gently nudged him forward, watching as he laid his head down against the bed, hands resting against the floor.  Y/N picked up the paddle, rubbing the smooth wood against the skin of his lower back.  

The first hit was barely a love tap, gentle enough to send blood rushing to the surface as he gasped softly.  The second hit was harder, the loud smack echoed throughout the room.  The third, fourth, and final hit were each harder.  Charles knew his skin was flushed red, bruises blooming gently as he waited for his next order.

“Up, on the bed, underwear off.” Y/N stepped back, watching as Charles struggled to stand up on his feet.

He reminded her of a baby doe first learning how to properly walk, and while she normally found it adorable, right now was a different occasion.  Charles glanced over to where she was standing, eyes taking in her curves slowly.  Y/N had stripped off her dress, leaving her heels and lingerie on.

“Get on the bed, on your back.” Y/N watched Charles crawl onto the bed, stripping off his boxers before gently laying on his back.

Y/N picked up the rope, stepping over to the headboard and tying Charles’ hands together, and then to the headboard.  The rope was tight enough to restrict his range of motion, but not tight enough to cut off any circulation.

“You look as pretty as a picture, maybe one day we’ll have someone sit and watch how well behaved you can be.” Charles nodded, excited by the very idea of someone watching how he could please Y/N.

His cock had clearly shown interest, growing hard as he anticipated Y/N’s next move.  She ignored the throbbing length that laid against his stomach, choosing to watch his expression.

“I wish you’d acted like a proper boy for me Charles, disappointing me in front of Steve like that.” Y/N tutted him, leaning over to strip off her heels.

Charles knew better than to speak up, even if all he wanted to do was apologize, it wouldn’t end well.  Her heels hit the floor with a loud clack! “I’m going to sit on your cock, and ride you until I orgasm, you’re not going to do anything except let me.  If you cum before I do Charles, you’ll go without for the next week.” His throat tightened, not being able to cum for a week would be absolute torture.

She’d edge him throughout the time to make sure he learned his lesson.  Charles wasn’t going to disappoint Y/N anymore, he’d make good on his promises.

“Will be good for you miss, I swear.” Charles nearly choked on his tongue as Y/N pushed her panties off, unclasping her bra with a simple flick of the wrist.

She was bare before him, skin shimmering in the dim light as she straddled his thighs for a brief moment, sinking down onto his cock with a long moan.  Charles pulled on the rope harshly, taking slow deliberate breaths to calm himself.  This was all about Y/N, he wasn’t to get off on this, only she was allowed to.

Y/N rocked her hips slowly at first, setting up a rhythm that gave her the best type of pleasure, the head of his cock pressing against her g-spot.  He could feel her body quiver around his aching cock, slick dripping down until his thighs were coated in the sweetness.

Once she deemed it long enough she began to quicken her pace, bouncing her hips as she sought to get herself off, hands pressed harshly against his chest as she moaned into the open air.  Charles knew he was allowed to moan, Y/N hadn’t denied him that privilege at least, only demanding he not cum.

He could be a good boy for her, he’d done it so many times before, tonight was a slip up, a harsh judge of Y/N’s job on taking care of him.  Steve had assumed she wasn’t a proper dom, that she’d done a shitty job.

Y/N threw her head back, moaning his name as she came harshly around his cock, gasping for breath. She didn’t stop her movements though, continuing to grind down until Charles was choking on the air he struggled to take in.

“Miss ‘m gonna cum.” He pulled tighter on the rope, knowing he’d get denied any reprieve from the torturous pleasure she was inflicting on him.

“No you’re not Charles, your cock is for me to get myself off with, nothing more.” Charles nodded, tears sliding down into the hair at his temples as he struggled to starve off his orgasm.

Y/N renewed her efforts, digging her nails into his chest harder as she grinded her hips against his own, thighs shaking from pleasure.  Charles’ vision was covered by white, toes curled as another orgasm tore through Y/N’s body, her cunt clenching even tighter around his cock.  He still refused to cum, making good on his promise.

“You’ve been such a good little sub for me, I bet you need to cum so badly.” Y/N had slowed her hips to a slow rocking.

“Please miss, need to cum so bad.” Tears were sliding down faster, wrists bruised harshly from how much he’d begun to yank on the ropes.

Y/N leaned down, pressing her clit against against his hips as she pushed down against his cock harshly with her hips.

“Cum.” Charles couldn’t hold back anymore, cumming harder than he’d ever before.

It felt as if he was floating, mind slipping away seamlessly as he laid beneath Y/N on the bed they shared.

He came too as Y/N was crawling back into the bed beside him, the ropes gone from his wrists, his body cleaned of the sweat that had spread over him.  His thighs were still shaking from the aftershocks, body coming back down to earth slowly.

“You took that punishment so well, I’m so proud of you Charles.” Y/N pressed a soft kiss to his lips, pulling his body against her own.

He laid down with his head against her breast, taking in the warmth she was exuding comfortably.  She always pampered him after such an intense punishment, it was something he was grateful for.

“I love you.” Y/N ran her hands through his hair gently, watching the way his chest rose and fell with each breath.

“I love you too miss.” Charles closed his eyes, letting sleep take over his body.

He’d pleased his miss, and that was all that mattered.

[pufflyhallows]

Happiness

Gif not mine

Pairing: Remus Lupin x reader

Summary: Remus has been distancing himself from you as he realized something that broke his heart. 

Warnings: ANGST, language

Word count: 4,7k

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You felt worn out. Your relationship with Remus had become a puzzle and it was nearly impossible to solve it. To say you were tired was an understatement. You had spent nights awake trying to understand what had happened to the fire you two had when you first started dating, six years ago. It felt like he didn’t love you anymore. He had been so distant and cold towards you, always avoiding conversations and touches. It was hurting you so bad, and the fact that you didn’t even know why he was acting that way made things worse. It had all started so suddenly.

One Monday night, when he got home from work, he went straight to your shared bedroom without saying a word to you, who was sitting on the couch in the living room, waiting for him. Your heart ached, but by that time you were already used to it. He did the same thing on Tuesday, and then Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. Why was he doing that to you?

On Saturday, he told you he had plans with Sirius and left you alone the entire day. Sunday, you were the one who left him alone.

You knocked at the door and waited. A few seconds later, a tired James opened it.

“Y/N! Come in, come in,” he stepped aside so you could enter the house, “Lily is upstairs putting Harry to sleep. I was trying to cook something for lunch, but I’m having a surprisingly hard time.”

“Do you want some help?” you asked, taking off your coat and hanging it on the coat hook.

“If Lily was around, I would say no because you’re a guest, but… yes, please.”

You smiled and followed him to the kitchen.

After a few minutes, you managed to save his spaghetti while he made pumpkin juice.

“So,” James said as he set the table for three, “How’s Moony?”

“Good,” you lied, you didn’t want to take the risk of James telling Remus that you were worried, “Just working a lot.”

“Oh yeah, I totally get that.”

“And how’s little Harry?” you asked, leaning on the sink and crossing your arms.

“Showing me that parenting is harder than a Quidditch match in a stormy night against the Irish National Team all by yourself,” he sighed, “but also a lot more gratifying.”

You shared a grin before Lily came in the kitchen.

“I knew I had heard the voice of an angel,” she joked.

“Aw, babe!” James covered his mouth with one hand and placed the other on his chest, in a fake flattered manner.

“I was talking about Y/N,” she playfully rolled her eyes and came closer to hug you.

You hugged her back tightly. You needed that so bad and Lily could tell immediately that you weren’t okay.

“How are you?” she whispered in your ear through the hug.

“Good,” you lied again, knowing that Lily would take the hint and not bring up the subject in front of James.

“Let’s eat,” she smiled at you after you let go of each other.

That was the best lunch you had in weeks. Not because of the food, but because the people with you simply acknowledged your presence at the table, something that wasn’t happening when you were with Remus.

Your conversation with James and Lily was interrupted by a crying Harry. James went upstairs to put him back to sleep, leaving you and Lily alone in the kitchen.

“What’s wrong?” she asked as soon as she heard James closing the door.

“Remus,” you replied, already feeling the tears coming, “I think he doesn’t love me anymore.”

“What?! That’s impossible, Y/N. Remus is completely in love with you. What makes you think that?”

“He’s been so distant and so cold! He doesn’t talk to me anymore. It’s like he’s always in his mind, never here with me. Do you get what I’m trying to say?”

“I do. Have you tried asking him why?”

“I have! He says nothing has changed, that he’s fine, that it’s all in my head. But I know it’s not! I know something is up. Remus is not like that at all.”

Lily didn’t know what to say. It seemed like you had already tried to fix things. And you had! She didn’t know how she could help you.

“Do you want me to talk to him?” she offered.

“I don’t know… Maybe. I don’t wanna break up with him, Lily,” you said as the tears began to fall down, “But sometimes I feel like that’s the only option.”

“No, it’s not! We’ll figure it out. Just give me a second.”

She thought about it for a couple of minutes while you played with the food on your plate before she spoke again.

“Listen, here’s what we’re going to do. I’m gonna convince James to leave Harry with a babysitter so we can have a night out on Friday. I’m gonna invite Sirius, Peter, Marlene and Dorcas. And you invite Remus, but make sure he goes with you. If he says he doesn’t want to, use the excuse of me and James being too busy and never having the chance to go out with you guys or whatever. Use your creativity! The rest is on me.”

“What are you going to do?” you frowned.

“I’m just gonna talk to him. Don’t worry.”

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The week went by rather quickly. You decided to talk to Remus only on Thursday night, so he wouldn’t have much time to change his mind in case he said yes.

When you were silently having dinner, you cleared your throat.

“Remus?” you called, received a ‘hm’ in response and he didn’t look up at you, which was something quite discouraging, but you kept going. “I forgot to tell you, but Lily and James found a nice babysitter to stay with Harry tomorrow night. They’re going to this party and… they want us to go too as it’s been a while since they last went out with us.”

Your boyfriend stopped cutting the meat on his plate.

“I think Sirius mentioned it yesterday. I’m not sure if I want to go, though,” he said, looking down at his food.

“But they never get to go out now. They’re counting on us, Remus,” you argued.

“You can go, Y/N,” he finally looked up at you.

“I don’t want to go alone.”

“Sorry, I’m not in the mood,” he stated in his usual cold tone and started cutting his meat again, as if the conversation was over.

“Please, Rem,” you practically begged, “If not for me, for them.”

Your boyfriend sighed, apparently giving in, but you still needed to hear him say.

“Okay.”

“Thank you,” you smiled sadly and reached for his hand, but he moved it away to grab his glass, a visible excuse.

Twenty four hours later, you were having a shower. The outfit you had picked for the occasion was one Remus was really fond of. Maybe that would help, you didn’t know.

When you left the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around you, Remus was already dressed up, just putting on his shoes.

“Am I late?” you asked jokingly, hoping he would joke back.

“No,” he answered coldly again, “I’ll be waiting for you outside.”

“Okay,” you replied in a hurt, quiet tone.

That made Remus hesitate before leaving the room, which gave you hope he still cared. But he did leave without saying anything, so it didn’t really matter.

You put on your dress and sighed. The first time you wore that dress, Remus said he had never seen a more beautiful woman. The memory made you feel sad.

Shrugging off the feeling, you put on your makeup quickly as it was close to the time Lily had asked you to show up. When you were satisfied with the result, you grabbed your purse and left the room.

“I’m ready,” you announced as you stepped in the living room.

While you searched for your wand, Remus watched you. He couldn’t look away, you looked so beautiful. That dress... He remembered the first time he saw you in that dress. It was your fourth anniversary and you celebrated it by going out at night by yourselves. It was just the two of you freely wandering around town. You went to a fancy restaurant and had dinner, vowing to never go back there again because you had spilled wine on the white tablecloth, and then you went to a club, not staying long because it was too hot. He remembered you joking that the two of you could act like a young couple in a hour and as an old one in the next. He remembered all that in a second. 

“Found it,” you whispered more to yourself than him and put the wand in your purse, “Let’s go?”

He nodded slowly and you held his hand. The moment you touched him, you realized it was the first time in days. You two disapparated and soon were standing in front of the big house where the party would take place. There were people everywhere: in the front yard, inside the house, on the porch, in the backyard… Every part of the house was full.

Remus let go of your hand and you both entered the house. The music was really loud inside and there were so many people that you lost sight of him. You looked around and didn’t see him anywhere, until a hand was gently placed on your waist. It was your boyfriend. That small action made you feel the butterflies from the beginning of your relationship, probably because you hadn’t been that intimate in weeks.

“I saw Sirius,” Remus said in your ear, “This way.”

You followed him to a corner of the house, where Sirius and Marlene were talking.

“Moony! Y/N! I’m glad you’re here,” Sirius hugged Remus and then you.

“Me too,” you smiled at him, “Hey, Marls.”

“Hey, babe,” she hugged you tight and greeted Remus, “Do you guys want a drink?”

“I do,” you replied, but Remus shook his head.

Marlene handed you a shot of… whatever that was and you quickly downed it.

“Where are the others?” you asked.

“Peter said he was going to the bathroom and disappeared. Dorcas is snogging a girl over there and James and Lily haven’t arrived yet,” Sirius answered.

“They haven’t?” you frowned, “Do you think they had a problem with the babysitter?”

“Last time I talked to Lily, which was an hour ago, everything was good,” Marlene said, “They’re probably just late.”

Remus was quiet, just observing the people in the house and regretting going to that party.

“Whose house is this?” he asked Sirius.

“I don’t know,” the young man shook his head, “An acquaintance of Lily, I think.”

“There they are,” Marlene pointed at behind you and you turned around quickly. James and Lily walked towards you with smiles on their faces. You felt the nervousness build up in your core as you knew the time was coming closer.

“Oh, how I missed loud music and crowded environments!” James joked as he hugged each person of the group. Lily did the same.

“I’m glad you could make it,” she said in your ear, “Now just relax and enjoy the party, preferably away from Remus.”

“What?” you frowned at her. Your boyfriend was talking to his fellow Marauders a few steps away from you and Lily.

“Trust me. He’s not gonna tell me anything with you around,” she explained, “Go have fun with Marls, she already knows.”

“You told her?” you looked shocked at Lily.

“Not everything. I just asked her to make you company. Don’t worry, I’m not a snitch,” she poked you in the rib.

“Okay,” you breathed, “I think I need more drinks.”

You spotted a bar on the other side of the house and decided it was a good call to go there with Marlene. You invited her to join you and she gladly accepted.

When you walked away, Lily approached Remus.

“Okay, why don’t you have a drink in your hand?” she raised an eyebrow at him.

“Sorry, Lily. I’m not drinking tonight,” he chuckled at the facial expression she had after he said that.

“No friend of mine will stay sober at this party,” she warned him, “James, can you grab a drink for Rem here?”

“Lily, it’s really not necess-”

“Sure!” James replied and walked over to the bar.

“You have no choice, Moony,” Sirius said, “What Lily wants, Lily gets.”

“Good boy,” she teased.

“Yeah, I guess I don’t,” Remus sighed.

“Hey, guys,” Peter approached them. He had a lipstick stain on his neck.

“Way to go, Wormy!” Sirius laughed and patted his friend on the shoulder. 

“I-I got lost,” Peter tried to explain himself.

Lily and Remus smiled at each other, knowing for a fact that it was a complete shameless lie.

“Here it is,” James arrived with Remus’ drinks, “Two shots of tequila for starters.”

“Two?!” your boyfriend looked at his friend with widen eyes, “Don’t you think that’s too much?”

“Nope,” Lily answered before James had the chance, “Now down it like a big boy.”

James handed Remus the drinks and went back to the bar to get more for his friends and himself.

“Okay,” Remus took a deep breath and downed the first shot. It burned everything it touched, but the feeling actually felt nice. Before he could change his mind, he downed the second one.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Sirius grinned when James came back with more drinks.

The small group of friends started drinking, chatting and dancing. Lily was the only one who wasn’t drinking alcohol, as she was a breastfeeding mom, and she also wanted to stay in her right mind so she could execute her plan.

Dorcas joined them after a while, looking for Marlene. When Lily told her where she was, the girl left towards the bar.

“Hello, my beautiful girls,” she greeted you and Marlene.

“Hey, Dork,” Marlene replied with the nickname Dorcas hated, receiving the middle finger in return.

“I came here to demand a dance. Let’s go,” she pulled you and Marlene to the improvised dance-floor, leaving your drinks behind.

The three of you started moving to the fast beat of the song. It didn’t take long for a guy to show up and start hitting on Marlene, who began to dance with him. Seeing that, you felt sad. How you missed dancing like that with Remus. You wondered if Lily was talking to him at that point.

At the other side of the house, Sirius was already dancing with a girl he had approached. Peter had gone missing again and James and Lily talked to Remus. 

When Lily saw the opportunity, she asked James to go get more drinks for them, which he did, leaving her alone with Remus. She needed to check if it was time to make a move.

“Y/N is dancing over there,” she said and Remus looked over to the dance-floor, seeing you with Dorcas, “Why don’t you join her?”

“I don’t really dance,” he replied. She knew that was a lie, which meant she needed him to drink more for her plan to work.

James came back with more shots and handed a couple to Remus. Since he was loosening up already, he didn’t reject the drinks. He downed them quickly and shook his head to get rid of the burning feeling. Lily watched patiently, waiting for him to get tipsy. She moved closer to James and whispered in his ear, asking him to go look for Peter because ‘she was worried’. The young man did as his wife asked and left the two friends alone again. She felt bad for using James like that, but it was for a greater good.

When Lily saw Remus starting to move to the beat of the song, she knew the time was coming closer and closer.

“So, what’s up, Rem?” she approached him, dancing as well. She needed him as comfortable as possible.

“Nothing different from usual,” he answered, “There’s this really annoying guy at work, though, who is driving me crazy.”

“Tell me about him.”

From across the house, you tried to see where Remus was, but the place was too crowded for that.

“Relax, Y/N,” Marlene put an arm around your shoulder, “Here.”

She gave you another shot of tequila and you downed it. You sure needed to relax.

“Thanks,” you smiled at her.

“You’re welcome, hun.”

“Excuse me,” a guy said next to you, “I couldn’t not watch you from where I was. You’re really beautiful. Can I have a dance?”

You looked at him quite surprised. Was he talking to you or Marlene?

“Of course you can,” she replied pushing you towards him. “It’s just a dance. Relax,” she added as a whisper in your ear and walked away back to the bar, leaving you alone with the guy.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Y/N,” you answered unsure.

“Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Tom,” he smiled and reached for your hand, placing a soft kiss on it. You felt really uncomfortable with that, you couldn’t do it.

“Nice to meet you too, Tom. I’m sorry, but I have a boyfriend and he’s here at the party,” you explained, stepping back.

“Really? Wow,” he frowned, “What kind of man leaves his gorgeous girlfriend alone at a party?”

You didn’t say anything, feeling too embarrassed for that. Tom walked away and approached another girl, probably using the same pick-up line.

You sighed.

“What was that?” Marlene showed up next to you.

“‘Of course you can’, huh?” you gave her a bitter look, “You know I couldn’t do that to Remus.”

“It was just a dance!” she protested, “It’s no harm.”

“It doesn’t work like that,” you shook your head and walked away.

At the opposite side of the house, Lily danced with Remus.

“…and then he said I needed to read more about those potions,” he snorted, “As if I didn’t know about them already. I was the one who brought them up in the first place!”

“Yeah, that guy is an idiot,” Lily nodded. She had to make Remus comfortable, which meant she had to listen to everything he had to say before she could ask the things she wanted to know.

“He is,” Remus agreed. He was really tipsy by now, letting out all the things that bothered him, even the silliest ones.

“But tell me, Rem. How’s everything at home?”

“It’s...” he looked around, searching for you. When he remembered you were far away with the girls, he looked back at Lily, “It’s terrible. I’m an asshole.”

“Don’t say that, you’re not an asshole,” Lily touched his shoulder, “What happened?”

“I can’t give Y/N what she wants and deserves,” he answered, starting to dance again.

“And what is that?”

“A future like yours with James. You know, get married, have children… all that.”

“And why don’t you want that?”

“What?! You think I don’t want that?” he laughed, “Of course I want that! I just can’t...”

“I don’t understand.”

“Come with me,” Remus clumsily took Lily’s hand and pulled her to the front yard, where the music was muffled and they could talk, “Do you really wanna know what happened?”

Lily nodded, worried and slightly scared.

“After Harry was born, Y/N started talking about her future and how she wants to get married and have her own baby one day. But I can’t give her that. I don’t want Y/N to have the eternal responsibility of watching over me during my transformations. I can��t do that to her, I can’t be a burden. And I can’t even imagine how it would be if we had a baby and they were like me! I don’t have the strength to break up with her, because she is the love of my life. So I’m here, being an asshole, hoping that she’ll realize all of this by herself and dump me, so she can find the right man for her, who will make her happy. But I’m also dreading the day that happens because, like I said, she is the love of my life. And it kills me every day that I’m hurting her, but I don’t know how to deal with this. I am an idiot, Lily, and that’s what happened.”

Lily looked at Remus completely speechless. She didn’t even know how to react. That was too much. She wanted to help! But she didn’t know how.

“Remus,” her voice barely came out as a whisper, “Y/N loves you more than anything in this world.”

The man looked away.

“Talk to her,” she gently held his chin to make him look back at her, “Just talk to her.”

“I can’t,” he shook his head and stepped back, “I’m sorry.”

With a loud crack, Remus disapparated.

Lily rushed back to the house, searching for you, but she found only Marlene and Dorcas talking to each other with their drinks in their hands by the bar.

“Where’s Y/N?” she asked Marlene and the girl sighed.

“I fucked up. She went home.”

“What do you mean you fucked up?!”

“I wanted her to have fun! But she said she couldn’t do it to Remus,” Marlene replied in a clumsy way, visibly drunk, “Then she walked away saying that the party was a mistake and disapparated. I think she was crying.”

“Shit, Marls!” Lily took a deep breath, trying not to panic.

“I’m sorry! Okay?! I didn’t mean to upset her,” Marlene downed her drink aggressively.

“It’s not your fault,” Lily shook her head, “She’s upset about something else.”

“Lily, relax. Have a drink,” Dorcas handed her a glass, “Y/N will be fine.”

“I should go to her apartment, talk to her…”

“Been there, done that. She made it very clear that she wants to be alone,” Dorcas raised an eyebrow, “She’s not drunk. She’ll be fine.”

Dorcas managed to calm Lily down a little, but she was still worried. Her plan had not only failed, but also taken a completely unexpected turn.

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You apparated in your apartment sobbing. Dorcas came after you trying to fix what Marlene had done, but she hadn’t done anything wrong, she wasn’t the reason you had left the party. You asked Dorcas to go away, reassuring her you would be fine, you just needed to put your thoughts in order.

What kind of man leaves his girlfriend alone?

“The kind that doesn’t love you anymore,” you whispered to yourself through the tears.

You fell on the couch and cried for a while, trying desperately to get rid of the tightness in your chest. Everything was so overwhelming, you felt so exhausted. You just wanted those feelings to go away… You knew it didn’t really make sense to cry about it, but you couldn’t help it. Maybe you kept it locked for too long...

You gathered the remaining strength in your body and stood up from the couch, your steps faltering a little towards the bathroom. You didn’t take off your clothes before turning the shower on. 

You lost track of time in there. The thought of not being loved by the man you loved so much was haunting you.

Six years. Six years of building a strong, solid love…

“Happy anniversary,” he smiled, wrapping his arms around you.

“The first of many,” you smiled back and pressed your lips on his.

The stubborn memories flashed through your head as if Remus was fucking dead.

“Would you… um… Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me? Like, on a date,” he asked nervously.

“Yes! I would love to.”

You got out of the shower and took off all your clothes, throwing them on the floor. 

“I’m Y/N,” you held out your hand.

“Remus,” he shook it.

You opened your wardrobe and grabbed the first thing you saw to put on. Barefoot and with your hair still humid, you went to the kitchen. You needed a hot cup of tea. Lily was probably talking to him at that moment and you felt a bit silly for breaking down so prematurely.

But then you heard it. The familiar loud crack, being followed by heavy and fast steps that went straight to the bedroom.

You put the empty cup back in the cupboard and took a deep breath. Should you go there? Lily had already talked to him, probably. Or maybe not. You couldn’t know.

You thought you would hear him do the usual: take a shower and go to bed; but you didn’t hear anything. The apartment was quiet. You began to worry. Deciding it was a waste of time to just stand there thinking, you walked towards the closed door.

When you touched the doorknob, you heard a sniff. Was he… was he crying?

You opened the door and saw Remus sitting on your shared bed, resting his elbows on his knees and with his head down, a suitcase by his side. He looked up at you with a surprised look, allowing you to see the tears falling down.

“What are you doing?” you asked, looking at the suitcase.

“I thought… I thought you were at the party,” he replied. At least, he was talking.

“What’s the bag for?” you pointed at it.

Remus looked at it and immediately started to cry more intensely, hiding his face on his hands, sobbing.

“Rem…” you sat on the bed by his side and pulled him for a hug, your tears falling down as well, “What’s going on?”

You knew the answer, but you refused to accept it. There was a tiny little part of you that still had hope he would say anything but ‘I’m leaving’.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he sobbed, hiding his face on the crook of your neck this time, “I can’t.”

You hugged him tighter, placing one hand on the back of his head and slowly caressing his hair.

“Shh… Breathe.”

“I can’t,” he repeated, “I have to go.”

“You’re drunk,” you whispered in his ear, trying to hold back the tears and be the rational one in the situation, “You’re not thinking straight.”

“Can’t you see, Y/N?” he let go of you to look in your eyes, the view you had was heartbreaking, he was a mess, “I’m no good for you.”

“That is complete nonsense, Remus. What happened? Why are you saying all of this?”

“I can’t marry you,” he sobbed, earning a shocked look from you, “I can’t give you a family. I know that’s what you want! And I want it too but… I’m a monster, I can’t do that to you.”

“Do what?” you frowned, “You’re not a monster!”

Remus shook his head and stood up.

“I would be a burden to you. In fact, I already am,” he looked at you, the tears never stopping from falling, “And how would I ever forgive myself if I knowingly risk passing on my own condition to an innocent child?”

“Rem… You are not and you never will be a burden,” you stood up as well, “You’re the man I love!”

“Y-You need someone to make you happy and I’m not-”

“You already make me happy!”

“I can’t give you what you want!”

“I want you!” you broke down, sitting on the bed again as you felt your knees weaken. You hid your face on your hands just like your boyfriend had done before, sobbing.

Remus watched you without knowing what to do. It killed him to see you like that because of him. But he had to do it! He had to set you free so you could be happy.

“You don’t love me anymore…” you said between sobs, suddenly, “Just tell me already. It’s easier than coming up with all those shitty excuses to dump me.”

“Excuses?” Remus felt offended, “They’re the truth! I love you, Y/N. More than anything I’ve ever loved in my entire life. You are by far the best thing that ever happened to me. And I can’t ruin you like that…”

“Ruin me?” you moved your hands from your face so you could look at him, “I love you! How many times do I have to say this? All those things you mentioned – marriage, children – all that only matters if it’s with you! I want that with you. But if you don’t want to, it’s… it’s okay… I want you more than any of those things.”

Those words moved Remus deeply, because he knew how much having your own family meant to you, and if you were willing to give up on that for him… Merlin.

He stared at you, not knowing what to say. He also felt dizzy, but he couldn’t tell if it was the shock of the moment or the alcohol. Probably both.

“Come here,” you said, patting on the mattress beside you, after wiping your tears.

Remus slowly sat down next to you.

“You are drunk,” you whispered, taking his hand in yours, “Let’s go to bed. We can talk about this tomorrow.”

For your relief, he nodded.

You stood up and closed the door, while Remus changed his clothes.

Soon enough, you were both on the bed, lying down and looking up, a few inches apart.

The minutes went by and you could only hear his soft breathing, a sound that always made you feel safe.

You didn’t know how long it took for you to fall asleep, but you were sure the last thing you heard before closing your eyes was a heavy ‘I’m sorry’.

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