This Is So Cute. There Are Very Few Hobi Fics And This Is One Of My Most Favorite.

This is so cute. There are very few Hobi fics and this is one of my most favorite.

Always

Hobi x Reader (COMPLETED)

Five years after Kim Taehyung broke her heart and left her for her ex best friend, Park Jimin, y/n gets roped back into their messy lives when they ask her to be in the wedding. The temptation to sabotage the impending nuptials and win Tae back is too hard to resist. Will the others go along with these shenanigans? Will y/n hurt herself all over again? And what if Hobi has a confession to make that might just change everything? (LOOSELY based on the movie My Best Friend’s Wedding.)

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This is so adorable, I am giggling.

Dancing in the Rain

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Fem! Shadow Summoner! Reader

Summary: Before he was a general, before the fold, Aleksander was just a young man in love. A young man in love with you and your spontaneous, effervescent nature. Today you’ve decided to take him on a picnic, and when rain comes to ruin your day, you decide to just keep having fun anyway.

Warnings: None

A/N: I didn’t use any pronouns but reader is wearing a dress.

Edit: I just now realized that I used “Milaya” which is “sweet girl” in Ravkan. I’ve change the pairing thing now, i apologize lol.

“Y/n? I’m here!” Aleksander calls as he steps through the front door of your home. He hadn’t bothered knocking. You’ve known each other long enough now that he knows he’s welcome anytime.

“In the kitchen!” When he rounds the doorway, he finds you stood on your tiptoes reaching up towards the top shelf of your pantry. He chuckles at you and you shoot him a halfhearted glare.

“Are you going to help? Or are you just going to stand there and laugh?” You ask, trying to reach a little further for the blackberry jam. You feel him come to stand behind you, one hand set idly on your hip as he presses you between the counter and his body. He grabs the jar without issue and sets it down in front of you but doesn’t back away. Instead, the hand that’s on your hip slides across your stomach while the other does the same, holding you flush against him while he peppers kisses over your neck and shoulder.

“Missed you, milaya.” He mumbles, warmth blooming in your chest as you giggle bashfully.

“You saw me yesterday.”

“I know. It was excruciating being away from you for so long.” He turns you around by your hips and you barely have a chance to admire the coquettish smile on his face before his lips are on yours. His kisses are slow as he caresses your sides, one hand sliding up to cup your jaw while he savors the taste of you. Your fingers slip into his hair, brushing through thick, ebony strands before settling on either side of his neck. It’s getting a little long, just barely kissing his shoulders. You don’t linger on the thought for long, though, as soon enough, he pulls away to rest his forehead against yours.

“Hi.” You whisper and he beams at you, nudging your nose with his.

“Hi.” His volume matches yours as he pecks your lips once more before pulling back a bit to look at you properly, hands snaking around to clasp over your lower back to keep you pressed against him, “What have you got planned for us this afternoon?”

Your eyes light up with excitement, “Oh! I was thinking we could have a picnic at our spot.”

“Sounds like fun, though it looks as if it might rain today.”

“A little rain never hurt anyone.” You grin and he chuckles.

“I suppose not.” You take his wrists and attempt to escape his grasp but he just holds you tighter, peppering kisses over your cheek and the side of your neck.

“Sasha!” You giggle, trying and failing to scrunch your shoulder up to your ear to stop him from reaching your neck, “I have to finish packing up!”

He only laughs against your skin and you can feel the smile that accompanies it. When he’s had enough of his fun, he lets you go, lingering close while he helps you load all the food into a basket.

The trek out to the hill isn’t too long, but Aleksander still insists on carrying everything for you. It’s only the basket and blanket, but you still feel rather guilty.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?”

“I’m alright, love. Promise.” When you huff and pout at him, he laughs.

“At least let me take the blanket.”

“If it’ll stop you from worrying your pretty little head over it, fine.” He relents, slowing to a stop to let you take the item from him before continuing on your path.

When you reach your spot, he sets the basket down and helps you lay the blanket out underneath the lone tree that sits atop the hill before spreading out the food.

“Are they good?” You ask tentatively as he takes a bite out of one of the jam tarts you had made from scratch.

His eyes close and he hums as he chews, licking a stray bit of jam off his thumb once he’s swallowed, “Delicious.”

You beam at him.

By the time you’re finished, the clouds have covered the sun and are looking a rather ominous shade of grey. The first few raindrops fall as you’re packing up your things.

“I think you may have been right about the rain.” You state, holding your palm out from under the cover of the leaves and up to the sky to watch a few drops wet your skin.

“A little rain never hurt anyone.” He repeats your statement from earlier with a smile and you narrow your eyes at him through a bright grin.

“Excuse you, that’s my line!” He laughs as he folds the blanket and sets it on top of the basket, gasping when you suddenly take his wrists and pull him out into the now steadily pouring rain.

“What are you doing?” He laughs as you let go and twirl, skirts flaring wide as you giggle along with him.

“Dance with me!” You shout, holding your hands out to him. He takes them, twirling you again and stepping back, keeping his hold on your hand so he can pull you back to him when you drift too far. You break away from him briefly and throw your arms out on either side of you, welcoming the rain and letting it soak you through. And then you’re spinning again, wisps of shadow swirling around your form. They swish in tandem with your skirts and flow from your hands as you raise them from your hips to the sky. It’s like they’re dancing along with you, and you’re laughing and giggling and in that moment he wonders if you know how utterly enchanted he is by you. How much he’d give just to keep you like this, happy and laughing and safe.

There’s this sudden overwhelming urge to touch you, hold you, and he comes closer to hook an arm around your waist and pull your body towards him until it’s flush against his. He chuckles at the sudden shriek of laughter that escapes you before pressing his lips to yours. They’re cold and taste of rainwater and tarts. You’re smiling so wide you can barely kiss him back, but still you hold his face between your hands because you’ll be damned before you ever refuse to kiss him.

“Stop smiling.” He says it knowing damn well he’s a hypocrite. He’s smiling just as wide.

“I can’t!” You giggle, resting your forehead against his and breathing in deep until your fit of laughter has finally passed. Bumping the side of his nose with yours, you brush your thumbs over his now frigid skin, “We’re soaked.”

“Are we? I hadn’t noticed.” He laughs when you swat at his chest.

You mutter a very much half hearted insult as you slip your hands down his front to lace them around his back, pulling your face away only to bury your freezing nose against the warmth of his chest. You feel him kiss your temple and squeeze you, hands smoothing over your back.

“Love you, Sasha.” Your voice is sweet and dulcet and saints, he swears that as long as you said it like that, he’d extinguish the sun if you asked.

“I love you too, Milaya.” It’s mumbled against your hair and punctuated by an affectionate squeeze of your waist. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve this — to deserve you — but he swears that he’ll protect this moment and all the rest with his life. Come what may, he’ll be by your side, ready and waiting for whatever life has to throw at you next.

For now, he allows himself to relax; to hold you while the rain patters against the grass around you; to let you love him, just as he loves you.

Just finished season 2 of guilty of love. I am in love with your works @marvelmusing

Guilty of Love

A Vigilante!Billy Russo AU

❝ two worlds collided, and they could never tear us apart ❞

• SEASON ONE • SEASON TWO • SEASON THREE •

Complete

Word Count: 16.2K

[ep.1] Knife Point

Some new pieces enter the game. You and Billy discuss your next step.

[ep.2] Rest and Relaxation (18+)

Billy has been working none stop, so you give him some much needed R&R. The next evening Billy decides to return the favour.

[ep.3] Revelations

Dinah provides you with some important information. You share the news with Billy, and visit an old friend of his.

[ep.4] Regrets

Billy meets with Frank, and learns several things, which prompts a confession from you both.

[ep.5] In Motion

Frank and Billy continue their war on Rawlins. After helping Dinah out, you’re left shaken up - luckily Billy is there for you.

[ep.6] Stand-off

As New York searches for the Punisher yet again, things come to a head regarding both your work with Dinah and your loyalty to Billy.

[ep.7] Put to Rights

A plan is put in motion to take down Rawlins once and for all.

[ep.8] Rainy Night (18+)

You and Billy get caught in the rain on your way home, and you have an idea on how to celebrate Billy’s new found freedom.

[ep.9] Summer Lovin’

You and Billy host a barbecue, inviting Frank, Karen, and the Lieberman’s over for a day in the sun.

This is so sweet 😋 💗

false confessions | azriel

summary; you overhear azriel say something, and try to cooperate. word count; 4595 notes; based on this ask, that I got a little carried away with!

"I love her, I really do." Az sighed, your heart swelling a little as you listened from where you were perched within the library, Nesta at your side. When you'd heard the men come in, you'd been intent on going to see your mate, but they'd been talking, Cassian had been deep into a story about him and Nesta, and your friend had been adamant about hearing it out. So, you'd let her grab your wrist, sneaking the two of you deeper into the library, hiding away between the shelves where even Azriel's shadows had not bothered to slip away and investigate. 

"But?" Rhysand prompted, your heart skipping a beat in your chest at the pause that followed, the silence seeming to drag on. 

"But... she's so clingy sometimes." Azriel exhaled the words on a breath, and Cassian snickered a little in response. "I just- sometimes I want my peace and quiet, and it just feels like whenever we're together, she's right on top of me at home, we never just.. do our own thing."

Your stomach twisted, and Nesta's fingers tightened around your wrist as she was still gripping it. All playfulness was gone, though. She let go a second later, straightening up and brushing down her skirts primly, pausing only when you grasped her in response, shaking your head. You knew that your friend would defend you to the ends of the earth if you asked, but you didn't want her to. This wasn't her problem, or anyone else's, it was yours. 

You were spinning, mind feeling like it was going a million miles an hour, the way it felt to fly home with Azriel when drunk after a night at Rita’s, while your stomach twisted the way it did the morning after said nights out. You weren’t sure where this problem had come from, up until now, you’d always thought Azriel liked the affectionate side of you, the part that just couldn't get enough of him. Clearly, that was not the case.

Your eyes tracked the movements of Azriel's shadows as they slithered out further, lazily, but inching ever closer to you and Nesta's position. Slowly, in an attempt not to get caught at all, you snuck backwards, taking her with you. Manoeuvring through the stacks, you stayed hidden, the two of you slipping out through the back exit and unseen, and in silence. 

Only once their voices had entirely faded and you were slowing your pace between the twists and turns of the corridors did Nesta finally let a loud and obscene curse slip from her lips. "I'm gonna' kick ten tons of shit out of them all."

"No." The word was icy on your tongue, and her head snapped to you, You gave a soft wince in apology. "I'm not mad at him."

"What? Why not?" 

"Because.. he's right. I am clingy, I just thought he liked that. I thought he liked when we were together, I never sensed anything otherwise down the bond, perhaps he's just good at hiding it. But, you heard him, he doesn't like it, so it's down to me to stop." You shrugged, but it didn't stop the stinging in your throat, and you slammed up walls at your end of the bond, hoping the hurt beginning to build hadn't yet leaked across to reach him. 

"What I heard," Nesta muttered, ice on her own voice as her arms crossed angrily over her chest, "was my mate chuckling his smug little ass off at the comment. Jerk. He can sleep in another bed tonight." She was equally as angry, on your behalf, and you grinned a little at the affection she displayed for you. 

"You don't have to do that."

"It's for me. He doesn't get to gossip about things like this behind my back. I wonder how many things I have done that irritate him that he's never told me, simply choosing to whine about it to those other bats." She hissed the word out like an insult, and you couldn't find fault in her logic. "I'd bet Feyre would agree."

"Would agree with what?" You both jumped, rather violently, approaching the dinner hall where said sister was sitting comfortably, a sketchbook and some charcoals out in front of herself, brows raised. Nesta didn't hesitate, stalking across the room and offering her daemati sister her hand. Brushing off charcoal on her skirt, she took it gently, gasping a second later after replaying the memory. "Those... those jerks!”

“That’s what I said!” Nesta burst, hands on her hips, and only the soft cooing of her nephew was enough to replace the scowl she wore with a slight smile. Your attention remained fixed on Feyre as she processed the covert conversation you’d secretly witnessed.

“No wonder Rhys locked me out, I didn't think much of it, boy talk, but this kind of boy talk?" She frowned, offering a sympathetic look your way, and the solidarity of your friends made you feel that much better. You rubbed your temples, swallowing again thickly, the weight of it all beginning to bring you down a little. "Fey, can you just take me home?"

"Of course, Nesta will watch Nyx for a moment, right?" His auntie was already leaning over his bassinet, tapping the tip of his nose teasingly as the baby babbled happily in return. With a hand in hers, Feyre took you home, a warm hug and a chastising word about their behaviour, her parting gift, before leaving you alone in the house belonging to you and your mate. 

The house was quiet when you were alone, the middle of the day meaning you would be alone for quite a while yet, leaving you plenty of time to decide on your course of action. You glanced around, somehow feeling out of place within your own home. It all felt.. different, somehow.

Were you mad? No, only sad, and so retaliation didn't seem fair. 

Sure, you were upset he'd talk to his friends about it rather than simply tell you, but Azriel had always struggled with 'talking about it', and had never wanted to hurt you. Emotionally inept at times, perhaps this was simply his way of trying to protect your feelings. A conversation you were never supposed to hear, a hurt you were never supposed to feel, because your mate was simply putting up with it to let you feel better. 

You couldn’t have that. This relationship wasn’t supposed to be about secret sacrifices, it was supposed to be about trust and love and mutual respect. You’d sworn it when finding out you were mates, and sworn it again at the ceremony, and you tried to hold it up every day. Azriel wanted to spare your feelings, and now, you’d spare his, too.

It was hours before he returned, and you’d found yourself slipping back into your regular routine, making everything feel normal again by sticking to what you knew. You were unloading ingredients, cooking a comfort meal for yourself, when your mate returned home.

You first caught the tell-tale sign of feet hitting the ground outside from the sky, then steps got closer and closer up the pathway, before finally, the door opening and closing.

By the time you heard him taking off his boots and hanging up his coat, you'd found it within yourself to muster a reasonably convincing smile, and shake away any lingering thoughts about it. You are doing this for Azriel, to make him happy, to love him the way he’d loved you for years, without ever telling you. Your body twitched, aching to move to him like you always did, to greet him at the door with a kiss, with a hug, with something, and you firmly rooted your feet to the ground. After a pause, clearly anticipating what you now realised was an unwanted overload of affection, Azriel left the entry, stepping through the large open-arc into the kitchen. 

"Hello, my love.." You only smiled, ignoring the curious tone in his voice, brushing your hands down the front of your apron. "What have you been up to today?"

"I saw Nesta." 

"Oh?" He paused by your side, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek, and you tipped your face to the side receiving it, but made no move for more the way you usually would. 

"She gave me a couple of new books, and said she’d return the other ones." You only hoped he simply hadn't noticed that the book pile on the coffee table had not, in fact, changed at all. He didn't glance over, and you moved away, to the food laid out ready to be prepared for dinner. 

"Are you alright, my love? You don't seem quite like yourself, tonight.”

You redirected your glance to the vegetables, only nodding in response, and taking a deep breath to force another smile. "I'm just fine, don't worry, just a little tired today."

He lingered for a second, before nodding himself, offering a smile in return, and a flush of reassuring love down the bond. You let it in, letting it warm you from the inside out. So, this is what he wanted, he had noticed and was already responding better. It was both relieving and painful. He rolled up his sleeves, taking another step closer to you. "What are we making? What can I do to help?"

"Not a thing, I've got it here, don't worry." His head shot up, brows furrowing once again, and your hand almost reached out, wishing to smooth that spot between on his face that had wrinkled with the frown. He noticed this time, the slight raise of your hand before you lowered it. 

"But, I thought you liked it when we cooked together? You said you like how I can tell you about my day, while we make dinner." It's true, you had said that, but that was just another one of the events you'd forced upon him, wasn't it? Another act where he wanted to do his own thing, but was instead beholden to your wishes.

"I do, but we don't have to cook together every night. I'm fine here, I was just in my thoughts, is all. You could tell me about your day while we eat?” A flash of hurt travelled across his face, as though you were rejecting him, and so it was your turn to send a pulse of love down the bond to him. He tugged in response, pulling a smile from you, a real one, the way it always did when he did that. 

With a kiss placed on your forehead, he left in silence a moment later. Not long after, his footsteps were on the stairs, bath filling in the bathroom, and you let out a sigh at his absence. 

He returned in time for dinner, one of his shadows had been left behind, not-so-subtly lingering near the chopping boards to monitor you, and so you'd been careful about making sure to seem positively chipper until he returned. He helped carry everything through to the table, commenting gently under his breath about how good it all looked, and you thanked him as you poured wine, letting him serve food for you both onto your respective plates. 

Taking opposite seats, the lull lasted not a full second, before Azriel was diving right into a spirited recap of his day:

"Rhysand and Cassian are in the doghouse." You almost slipped with your wine glass as you took a nerve-soothing sip, and Azriel was smirking as he chopped his chicken up, lifting a piece on his fork to his lips, awaiting your response. 

"Oh? And why is that?" You followed suit, hoping your tone didn't give it away, already knowing exactly why they were upset. All three of you had felt a little betrayed by their conversation behind your backs. 

"Not a clue. All I know is that after we finished our discussion, Nesta and Feyre wanted nothing to do with either. Rhys was all 'Feyre, darling, I was thinking we could catch dinner on the Sidra tonight, I made a reservation'," Azriel mocked his best friend's voice, and genuine laughter spilt from you, his eyes glittering a little and the bond between you humming once again. "And then Feyre said 'I was thinking I'd rather spend the evening with anyone else, right now, actually'. He was speechless. As were Cass and I." 

He was so excited to share the gossip, like it was the most exciting thing that had ever happened, and the thought that perhaps this wouldn't be so hard crossed your mind. The same Azriel, the same you, just with less.. togetherness. Less touching. Perhaps, it would even make the times together and the touches even more special than you'd always thought they were. "And Cassian?"

"Even worse. He was in the midst of laughing at Rhys' shocked face when Nesta all but removed his balls in front of us." He took a swig of his wine, and you placed a piece of chicken into your mouth, excited to hear just how she'd unleashed that anger she'd been holding when you'd last seen her. "She said, 'oh, laugh it up, bat boy. See how much you're laughing when you're laying in bed alone tonight, nothing but your right hand to keep you company'."

That made your jaw drop, Azriel's deep laughter permeating the air at your reaction, and you felt proud of your friend, even if you did feel a little bad for Cassian. That's what they get for complaining behind their mates' backs instead of being honest. 

"So, Feyre then proceeded to thank Rhysand for the reservation, take both Nyx and Nesta and winnow away without another word. Presumably to said reservation for a lovely sisterly dinner." Az shrugged, turning back to his food, and you sipped at your wine. Good for them. "When I left, Rhys and Cass were grumbling at the dinner table, trying to work out what they'd done wrong."

That sent a pang of pain shooting back through your chest, but you quickly suppressed it, beginning to tell him all about your own day, and your suddenly-made plans to go shopping instead of sitting at home with him all day tomorrow. He didn't object, only encouraged you. 

After dinner, with plates cleared away and wine glasses refilled, you'd both moved to the living room, a quiet night planned as he settled onto the couch, book in hand, opening his action-packed thriller to the page he'd left off at as you stoked the fire idly, stocking a few more logs on. 

When there was nothing more you could do to it, you stood, brushing down your skirts and leaving the room, not missing the trail of his eyes after you, or the sweep of one of his shadows, trying to curl around your ankle as you hurried through the house and up the stairs. You had planned to simply settle into bed, let your mind spin and wander, but with his watchful little trick giving you it's full-attention, you were forced to move through your preparations for bed, and follow its lead when it wrapped itself around your wrist, tugging you back downstairs. 

When you returned, Azriel's glass was empty, book still open, but his gaze was on the doorway as you walked through it. "Where'd you go?"

"I thought I'd prepare for bed before reading tonight, seeing as I'm so tired, that way I can get in bed as soon as the need arises." Your hands locked in front of yourself, and dipped his head in a gesture toward your book pile. 

"Will you sit with me and read for a while, then?"

"Of course." What were you supposed to do, say no? You were giving him space, but when he asked you to stay, who were you to deny it? Picking up the book from the top of the pile, you settled down into the large armchair on one side of the table, perpendicular to the couch Azriel sat on. As you opened your book, his snapped shut, and he let out a rough sigh. 

"What are you doing?"

"I'm reading." You teased, waving your book at him, but he was not in such a playful mood, it seemed. 

"I see that. Why are you doing it over there?"

You faltered. What now? Confess to hearing him, or continue to spare his feelings the way he had been sparing yours for years. The choice seemed clear. "Sitting closer to the fire, so I don't get cold."

"You never get cold, because you sit with me. You sit here, and if you get cold, I wrap a wing around you, and you get that cute little blush on your face and make one of those jokes about Illyrians being built warmer for those 'damn cold mountains'. So, why are you sitting over there?"

Busted. You worried your lower lip, trying to decide exactly what to say, but he beat you to it, his face crumpling a little as realisation washed over him. 

"You heard us in the library." It wasn't a question, no, it was a statement. A fact, he knew it. Your mate was far too intelligent and deductive for his own good, sometimes. He put down his book, crossing the room in a flash, and removing yours from your hold too. He slipped down to one knee before you, grasping your hands in his, and he gaped for a few moments, no words coming. "I didn't mean it," was what he settled on. 

"'Course you did, Az. It's okay." You squeezed his hands lightly, and he gripped back firmer, like you might pull away from him if he didn't hold on. "I was a little upset to know you'd rather tell your friends than simply tell me if something I was doing was bothering you, but you're allowed to be bothered by things."

"No, I didn't mean it, my love. Please, don't take it to heart." There was a pleading under his voice, like he thought this might drive a wedge between you both, and you pried one hand free to sit comfortingly over his cheek. His head tipped into the touch. 

"Az, it's okay, really. Not everything is always going to be perfect between us, but in future, if I do something you don't like, just tell me, okay?"

"No, no, no.." He was panicking now, so much so that the fear was beginning to ripple down the bond, you couldn't just hear it in his voice but feel it ricocheting through your own chest. Cold, like shards of ice. "Everything is perfect, and that is the problem. Rhys was complaining about all the changes with Nyx. About how he loves his son so much, but lately, Feyre hasn't even wanted to touch him, and she's had such mood swings because of the sleepless nights, he's frazzled. One minute she's coming onto him, the next she's snapping at him because he didn't kiss her just right. Cassian was complaining because Nesta is so fiercely independent and he loves it, but when all that overprotective side of him kicks in and she snaps at him for going full-Cass-mode on her, he hates it. He wishes sometimes she'd just let him clean her wounds and treat her gently."

You didn't know quite what to say, confusion filling you, and he pressed on, pushed a little closer, never letting your gaze slip from his, holding you captive with it.

"Then they were looking at me, like I was supposed to say something, anything. Like, they'd been vulnerable about things they couldn't tell their mates without feeling embarrassed, as though it was my turn. I couldn't think of anything, because, baby, everything is perfect. All I wanted to say was, 'can't relate, Rhysand; maybe one day but not today. Can't relate Cassian; my girl protects me as much as I protect her, we fuss over each other'. I didn't want to upset them, and I realised what they wanted was clingy, the kind of clingy we have, the kind of clingy I love. So, I tried to tell them it wasn't all it seemed, so they'd feel better."

His thumbs soothed over your knuckles, the only sounds between you being the popping of the fire and the ticking of the large clock, until you sighed. He leaned down, kissing the hand still clutched in his own, before twisting to press a kiss to the palm on his cheek before you could retract it. 

"It damn near broke my heart when you didn't greet me at the door tonight. It's my favourite part of getting up in the morning, knowing that when I come home, you'll come flying into my arms, and show me so much love, a kind of love I never thought I'd have. But you didn't, you said you were fine, though. I worried you were mad at me, too. You didn't want to cook together, I hated that, because I like being part of the things you like. You didn't kiss me, you haven't kissed me all night, I miss it. I miss it so much. You didn't hold my hand at dinner, and now you won't sit with me. I'm worried, my love. I'm scared, you have to believe me."

He raised his free hand, sitting it tenderly over your jaw, just like you did for him, swiping his thumb delicately back and forth across your cheekbone. It was an act you adored so much, something he knew brought you peace and comfort, and at this moment, it was doing just that. You could feel the fear in his words as it echoed in your chest, the desperation as he waited for your response. Lifting the hand from his cheek, his gaze tracked the movement, watching your hand hover for a split second over his head. He didn't let the half-second become a full one. He took your hand, lacing it into his hair where it had been headed, your fingernails scratching over his scalp in the soothing way he loved so much. 

"Always touch me. Never hesitate. I don't care if we're at dinner or on a battlefield, but your touch, your attention, your love is everything. Never stop." His eyes fluttered closed in bliss, but he was still tense. "Just say you forgive me."

"I do not, because there's nothing to forgive." His breath hitched at the beginning of your sentence, eyes snapping open wide, and you leaned forward to rest your forehead on his. "Next time, come up with something that's not going to hurt my feelings, even if I shouldn't be eavesdropping."

He smirked at that, nose brushing yours and he laughed breathily. "Next time, I'm just going to take the teasing and let them know how utterly fucking hard in love I am."

"Well, that works too." You smiled, before he was sitting up more, raising from his one knee and pressing his hands underneath your body. "What are you doing?"

"Moving you so we can sit together."

"I'll just come to the couch-"

"Won't be close enough, now." He muttered, scooping you up enough to settle into the wing-designed chair, and situating you sideways across his lap as your eyes rolled. He left a soft bite to your covered shoulder in response. "Don't roll your eyes at me, you had me freaking out. I thought you weren't going to forgive me. I thought you weren't going to.. to be the you that I love, anymore.."

"Yes, well, that's over now." You leaned in, kissing the tip of his nose for emphasis, but uncertain eyes found yours again.

"You mean it?"

"I do." You pressed another kiss to his jaw, fingernails moving back to rake through the thick black hair on the top of his head.

"You'll greet me at the door tomorrow with a kiss?" Mm-hm. "You'll let me cook with you?" Your lips moved up to his cheek, nuzzling there sweetly as you left little pecks across his skin, mm-hm. "You'll hold my hand at the table, and play footsie, and you'll curl up on the couch with me after?" Mm-hm, your kisses reached the corner of his mouth, and you felt it twitch into a smile underneath your lips. "You'll cuddle with me in bed tonight?"

"And every other night, for the rest of our lives." 

Something akin to adoration raced through your chest, filling every part of you. Despite his pink-tinged cheeks, Azriel was confident in his requests, hazel eyes shining as he looked at you. "And you'll kiss me, you'll hold me, every time you want to. Promise me, you'll never hide your affection from me, promise me you'll show me your love for as long as you feel it for me?"

"As long as you promise the same to me." He nodded, vehemently, sealing the deal with an urgent kiss, and you felt a tingling mark forming on the back of your neck, alongside the mating bond you'd made together so many years ago. Another promise formed, to be held forever. 

His lips worked against your own, fingers slipping from where they sat on your cheek to smooth up, no longer running his fingers gently along your jaw but tracing soft tips over the patch on your neck. His lips became a smile in the kiss, teasing and sweet, a breathy sound slipping from you as he nipped at your lower. 

“We should go upstairs.” He whispered, and your arms looped around his neck, prepared for the movement that was so come as he began to shuffle toward the edge of the seat. Raising with you in his arms, he walked a path he was familiar with, your lips beginning to trace his cheekbone the way his thumb had yours moments prior, when a sudden thought crossed your mind. You gasped, sitting up stock straight and Azriel paused at the base of the stairs, brows raising, half-lidded eyes attempting to focus at your reaction. “What is it, my love?”

“We.. we have to go and tell Nesta and Feyre we worked things out.” Azriel stared for a moment, before a blinding grin was splitting across his face. It was more than a smile, it was amused and cheeky and youthful in a way he rarely showed, only in moments like this where the two of you were truly alone, when he let himself be vulnerable. A deep chuckle followed, before he was moving again, climbing the stairs with you in his arms, smile becoming a smirk. 

“So you’re the reason my brothers are in such trouble, huh?” He leaned down, nipping at the shell of your ear as he backed his way into your bedroom, kicking the door shut behind himself. Dropping you down onto the bed, enough to be able to crawl toward you as you backed up into the pillows, he didn’t let up with the wicked stare. “Let it be, we can tell them tomorrow. Consider tonight a punishment for complaining.”

“Were you not technically part of that conversation, Az? Should you not also be punished?” Your words held no threat, and he knew it too, because he only dipped his head down once he was supporting himself above you. His lips dragged over your skin, up from your chin to the shell of your ear, only to whisper;

“Oh, I think I've been punished enough for tonight. I can come up with some much more fun things for us to do..”

<Kim Taehyung x Female Reader>

After a prank goes wrong, Taehyung would do anything to make it up to you. Shame he keeps making things worse…

Warning: Swearing, mentions of sex, alcohol, mentions of violence towards the end

About ♥ Master list ♥ F.A.Q ♥

Part 0.1 - The First Time

Part 0.2 - Introductions

Part 1 - Have you met your brother?

Part 2 - Then perish

Part 3 - Nunna

Part 4 - Icantbreathe

Part 5 - It gets worse

Part 6 - It’s done

Part 7 - There’s a video?

Part 8 - Promise!

Part 9 - hell hath no fury

Part 10 - Should I do it?

Part 11 - My favourite dork

Part 12 - Mine

Part 13 - Marty I’m scared

Part 14 - Help me Obi Juan

Part 15 - WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO?

Part 16 - You don’t kiss your friends

Part 17 - Can we focus?

Part 18 - Things are complicated

Part 19 - Where are you?

Part 20 - I guess they’re cute

Part 21 - Serious question

Part 22 - Alright tiny tits

Part 23 - Did you use black magic?

Part 24 - Big booty bitch I need you

Part 25 - Should I do it?

Part 26 - Grow the fuck up

Part 27 - It’s done

Part 28 - Please talk to me

Part 29 - Code red

Part 30 - It’s been hours!!

Part 31 - Nothing else matters

Part 32 - I have dust in my eyes

This is so soft. I love this so much. I hope you will add to this. This was my literal reaction to this ❤

Not Broken, Just Different Masterlist

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Taehyung is your autistic boyfriend.

The Badge - You notice a cute guy ordering coffee and spot his awareness badge.

Conversation Jellies - Your first date with Taehyung is a learning experience.

Official Kiss - Taehyung gets a little cheeky one morning.

Soft - You catch Taehyung enjoying the softness of Hoseok's sweater.

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