been a while since i made these things


it’s been a while since i shared a song with you. here’s one that i was working on a while ago, but never really “finished.” it’s an interlude of sorts, with a lot of lines borrowed from my poem, moon magick. as always, thanks for putting up with the odd things i post, heh. 


i shaved ribbons of fat
by light of my eyes
the slicing was warm
it made me feel high
the velvet in my hand
the velvet in mine
the peak of a dead man
the velvet night

i talk the moon in the night:
come under the water with me
i talk the moon in the night

the blame is my hands
the blame is mine
i’m dancing the tango in the velvet night
the flame is in my hands
the flame is in mine
the ashes are raining
it makes me feel high

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There was someone in my inbox talking about hair-down Kuroo and the first thing I thought was “it’s been a while since I’ve last made Bokuto feel gay over Kuroo’s hair hasn’t it”

Offerings for Deities

It’s been a while since I’ve made a post. I’m going to address one of the most frequently asked questions I receive: How do I give offerings? For some reason, many beginner books don’t dive into the specifics of this religious practice which many are unfamiliar with. Hopefully this will help.

General Rules:

  1. Offerings are given as thank-yous, as little gifts to say that you appreciate the deity’s existence. They don’t have to be expensive, but they should be special in your eyes. For example, I often offer donuts or wine simply because I don’t buy those two things often.
  2. Offerings should be appropriate for the deity you’re giving them to.
  3. You’re allowed to get creative with offerings–in fact, the Gods even prefer that you do!
  4. How often you give offerings in accordance to your practice is up to you.
  5. You may give apology offerings for any offense you think you may have made.
  6. Prayers, songs, playlists, and there intangible gifts still count as offerings.
  7. You do not need an altar to give offerings. You can give offerings anywhere, at anytime.
  8. Simply saying “This is for you” makes the object an offering.

Food Offerings:

  1. Most food offerings are eaten after being offered. The main exceptions are Greek chthonic deities, and ancestors, in which case you do not eat the offerings. Research your specific pantheon to make sure if eating is appropriate or not.
  2. There is no set amount of time to leave out food offerings. In fact, many worshippers will eat said offerings right after they offer them.
  3. If you do not eat food offerings, you may throw them away, saying something like, “Though I discard these physical offerings, the spiritual offering remains”.
  4. You may also bury the offerings. Make sure that the offerings will not harm the surrounding environment or animals. Do not bury them in a jar or plastic bag.
  5. If you offer herbs, you may either burn them using a charcoal block or cauldron, or you may throw them out/bury them. While burning is certainly traditional in many pantheons, do not feel the need to if you will be bothered by the potent smoke or handling fire.

Liquid Offerings:

  1. Liquid offerings are handled in the same way food offerings are, with the exception of oils.
  2. You do not have to drink oils after offering them. (Drinking straight olive oil is pretty gross, and please DO NOT drink harmful essential oils!) I recommend pouring them into the ground outside, or into the trash can.
  3. You may pour liquid offerings into the offering bowl, or, you may keep the liquid offering in a cup. I have a special teacup that I often use for offerings such as tea, but any regular teacup will do. After all, you are offering the liquid, not the cup.

Incense and Candle Offerings:

  1. According to tradition, these offerings must be left to burn out on their own. I recommend lighting small tea light candles for these offerings, as big candles burn for a long time. However, some modern Pagans may blow, rinse, or snuff them out early to prevent a fire hazard.
  2. Make sure to be present while the offering is lit, and make sure nothing catches on fire.
  3. If you are bothered by incense smoke, using an essential oil diffuser or unscented candle works fine.
  4. Although many Pagans recommend incense as a general offering, you do not have to offer it, or any candles, if they bother you.

Plant Offerings:

  1. If you offer a plucked flower, you may leave it on an altar or table until it withers. Afterwards you may throw it away. Basically, you handle it as any other friend would had you given them a plucked flower.
  2. If you offer a growing or potted plant, tend to it as you would your other plants. If it dies, that’s okay. Simply discard it as you would normally. The Gods understand that plants die, and They appreciate the beauty of plants while they last.

Other Offerings:

  1. For objects such as stones, shells, or family heirlooms, keep them on the altar or somewhere else special. Ideally, you will not need to throw these away. If they get damaged somehow, and if you cannot repair them, you may throw them out, but give an apology offering and try to replace them.
  2. For artworks or crafts, place them on the altar or hang them somewhere. Don’t sell your offerings; they are gifts you gave to the Gods and not yours to sell.
  3. For songs, play or sing them anytime you’d like to connect or give something to your deity.
  4. For writings, you may keep them, or some people might burn them to “send” to their Gods. Whichever way is up to you.
  5. For e-shrines or other technological offerings, keep them saved in their own folder, keep them nice and up-to-date.
  6. For magical tools, such as grimoires or wands that you dedicate, feel free to use them as normal. Just take care of them, and remember to thank the deity you devoted them to once in a while.
  7. For daily or private actions, such as cleaning, giving to others, etc., simply think “This is for you” or send your energy to the God, and finish the action.
  8. You may say prayers out loud, write them down, or simply think them in your mind. All are perfectly legitimate.

I hope I got all of this. Feel free to reblog or message with corrections, since I know I don’t know everything about every pantheon. Have a beautiful day, and have fun worshipping!! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧


And we take another step into the truly unknown, don’t know why but it’s somewhere that we have to go. And it’s dangerously wonderful, so come on, come on, come on, come on.


(Jimin’s crush comes over to his house to help him out after he suffers an injury that leaves him with limited use of both hands.)

Warnings: 6000+ words of smut, Jimin POV, I’ll let you guess what kind of smut takes place

“I can’t believe you managed to injure both of your hands on the same day.” Hoseok’s girlfriend, Sophie, stifled a laugh while she said it. “I can’t tell if you are dumb or just unlucky.”

 Jimin sighed.  He had been stupid and drunk when he and Jungkook went out into the street to play with fireworks.  One went off too close to his hand, burning his right palm requiring a trip to the emergency room where his injury was cleaned and bandaged.  The doctor gave him a lecture about drunk people and explosives and how fortunate he was not to have blasted off his fingers.            

While exiting the hospital, Jimin immediately tripped over the curb and landed with his full weight onto his left hand resulting in a small fracture and return trip to the emergency room to get a splint to immobilize his other hand.   Now, every time Jimin saw someone, he had to suffer the embarrassment of explaining what happened. People had a hard time not laughing when they heard how he managed to get hurt twice in one day.

 “Does it hurt much?” you asked him.

“Not really. As long as I don’t bump into anything or use my fingers too much, it’s okay.” At least you seemed to be genuinely concerned about his well-being. That’s one of the reasons Jimin liked you, you always seemed caring and sincere.  The other main reason he liked you was because he thought you were incredibly hot.  There were plenty of nights Jimin stayed up fantasizing about what it would feel like to be with you.  He wanted to ask you out, but had been waiting until there was some indication that you were even the slightest bit interested in him.  He was starting to think that maybe he had a chance with you, but he felt neutered with his injuries, unable to do things like casually touch you and see how you would respond to his advances.  Jimin resolved to make a move as soon as he had full use of his hands again.

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Lunafreya Nox Fleuret ; The Passing of the Oracle

Blurred Lines (Smut)


A/N: Celebrating Shawn’s birthday. Feedback is always lovely. 

Word count: 4,518

Shawn and I had been living together for a little over four months now. Since Shawn agreed to letting me crash for a week while looking for something new after being kicked out of my dorm, things we didn’t count on happened between us and suddenly, we were practically roommates and enjoyed each other’s company for hours a day. 

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But. I miss those days. I miss those sweet and simple times. You know, at the beginning, you couldn’t even look me straight in the eyes and God, that was a feeling– a fluttering, bubbly feeling. But then we became closer and the feeling grew. I mean, it was still fluttery and bubbly but this time, it brought me a loving peace. In all honesty, even while I’m writing this, my palms get a little bit
clammy remembering how you made me feel, because the day you started looking directly into my eyes with your sweet, deep brown eyes, my world changed. You may have been quiet, but your eyes held stories, adventure,
warmth, and something I’ve been craving ever since then– a love that only you were able to give me. It’s weird how your loving glances helped me grow as a person and it’s weird how I understood you without the need for words. In fact, you’d even say one thing but your eyes would plead the exact opposite. And I’ll admit that sometimes that was tough, but I loved that and I loved you. Ya know, I miss how we’d enjoy music together.. I miss how we’d always have an endless bag of things to talk about, and I miss how we’d talk until the curtains of sleep would sweep you away and bring you back the next time the sun rose. I miss that. I miss you.
—  roibitussin 
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Character: Min Yoongi x reader (oc)

Genre/words: Angst, Implied smut, Arranged Marriage! AU / 10,491 words

Summary: He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isn’t always what it seems, is it?

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10 Things I Hate About You

Summary: Your brother is getting Married and your brothers best man has made you want to pull your hair out.

Pairing: Park Jimin / Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 5.2k

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You were finishing up your work on your laptop as your phone rang. You saw that it was your little brother calling.

It’s been a while since you’ve seen your brother, you always kept in touch but after you went to college in the states, you gone your separate ways. After college you decided to stay in America, you met a lot of people and you loved your job. You were a reporter for a magazine company.

“Hey Jungkook, what’s up?” You greeted.

“Nothing….how are you? How’s the job?”

“It’s good…..tiring.”

“Okay so the reason I called was because I’m getting married.”

It took you a minute to process what he said. You knew Jungkook was in a serious relationship but you didn’t realize how long it’s been now. You met her a few years ago and she was the sweetest girl you have ever met.

“(Y/N)?….I know I’ve should of called you sooner but things have been so busy.” He broke your train of thought.

“It’s fine, I just can’t believe my little brother is getting married.” You said excitedly.

“So I was wondering if you can take off of work for a few weeks to help with the wedding. Ara is already freaking out on all the planning.” He sounded panicked. “Also we want you as a bridesmaid anyway.”

“When’s the wedding?” You asked.

“Two weeks.” You didn’t realize how soon that was especially if you needed to take off of work.

“Okay, I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you so much (Y/N).”

“Of course Jungkook, I love you.”

He said it back and you ended your call. Now you need to make a compromise with your job.


You were boarding your plane to Seoul. Your job allowed you to take off as much as you need as long as you still worked from your computer. Easy enough.

You were excited to finally see your family after four years. It was your brother and your mother who were the most crushed about you moving to America.

When you finally reached your destination, you walked around looking for Jungkook. He said he was picking you up at the airport.

You saw your brother on the other end of the airport. He waved at you and you smiled, speed walking in his direction. You noticed another guy standing next to him. He was slightly taller then your brother. You didn’t recognize him, but honestly you never met any of Jungkook’s friends.

When you were close enough you jumped into your brothers arms. You missed him so much. Four years can do a lot to a person, especially your brother. He was a lot taller, more handsome, his body was definitely more toned from his tight squeeze he was giving you. He’s changed more then you thought.

“I missed you.” He said still embraced in the hug. When he finally let go, he turned to his friend.

“(Y/N), this is Jin.”

He reached his hand out for you. He seemed nice from his gentle smile.

“Hi, it’s finally nice to meet you.”


In the car you were quite curious about your brothers friend. “Are you the best man?” You asked.

“No, but I should be.” He turned his head to answer you from the front seat.

“Come on you know it was a hard decision between all of you.” Jungkook confessed.

“But it should clearly be me, I’m the most handsome.” You and Jungkook laughed.

Jungkook brought his hand around and smacked his friend. “Jungkook hands on the wheel.” You smacked your brother.

“I’ve never been so feared for my life.” You said causing Jin to laugh and Jungkook glared at you from the rear view mirror.


When you got to the house, it looked the same as you remember. Jungkook helped you with your bags to the upstairs bedroom that used to be yours. When you entered the backyard you saw many familiar faces and many that were not.

“(Y/N) sweetie your here.” Your mother embraced you in a hug. You felt tears build up in your eyes. When you pulled away you noticed your mother also had tears in hers as well. Next your father picked you up embracing you in a tight, bone crushing hug. He missed you more then he put off.

“Please don’t leave again.” He pouted. “You should move back here with us.”

You looked at your dad softly, you never knew he felt this way. This was your whole family by your side, all gathered here for a special event. Maybe you should reconsider moving back.

“I’ll definitely think about it.” You kissed your father on the cheek.

“(Y/N) I want to introduce you too my friends.” Jungkook pulled you away from your parents.

There was four guys down the line. “You already met Jin, this is Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok.” Your brother had really attractive friends, you weren’t going to lie.

“Ara is on her way with Taehyung and Jimin, they are picking up food.” He had more friends coming? You never knew your brother was so popular. You had three close friends that’s it.

Jungkook pulled you inside the house so you can help him gather plates for the outside tables that were set up.

“I was wondering, can you help Jimin tomorrow on the table arrangements, he’s in charge of the RSVP’s and you know how our family is…..and you’ll get to know each other since he’s my best man.” Oh, so Jimin is the best man. He must be your brothers closest friend.

“Sure.” You smiled.

“Thank you….and don’t worry about Jimin, you’ll love him.”

“I’ll text you the address and Jimin will help you from there.” You nodded.


“Kookie.” You heard someone enter the backyard.

“Hey babe.” He went over and kissed his bride-to-be.

“Hi kookie.” You heard mocking voices behind them.

“Oh shut up.” Ara smacked the two guys who were making their way outside with everyone else. One had shaggy brown hair, he was holding four boxes of pizzas. The other one had soft silver-ish blonde hair, he was carrying a few packs of beer. They were both gorgeous.

“Okay everyone dig in.” Jungkook announced.

“(Y/N).” Jungkook waved you over.

“This is your sister?” The guy with blonde hair asked. He blushed as soon as he saw you.

“This is Tae and Jimin.” You finally met the guy you will be working with tomorrow. He was cute.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” You shook both their hands.

“Don’t drink too much, you have a lot of work to do tomorrow.” Jungkook spoke up to Jimin.

“No worries.” He smiled.


You had to meet Jimin at eight in the morning. You felt a little jet lagged, so you were exhausted.

As soon as you entered the building to the dinning hall, you were stunned how beautiful it was. The room had a beautiful ocean top view from being on the fourth floor.

“Nice huh?” You turned around and saw Jimin. He looked pretty awake for someone who drank a lot last night.

“Hey.” He was taken back by your appearance. You didn’t put much effort towards your attire. You just put on ripped jeans and a plain white v neck this morning. And tied your hair up in a messy bun, you didn’t even bother putting makeup on.

“You look awful…did you drink last night?” He just insulted the way you looked.

“Thank you that’s the definition of what a girl wants to hear.” You answered sarcastically. “And no I did not drink….did you forget I flew from the other side of the world.” You snapped. You clearly weren’t a morning person, especially when you’re jet lagged.

“Sorry no offense….you can go home and sleep if you want.” He kindly offered.

“No I’m fine….not hungover either….I’m surprised your not though.” You crossed your arms.

“My body is used to the alcohol I guess.” Jimin smirked. Okay I don’t like him.

Jimin gave you the impression that he was a party animal. Quite opposite from your brother.

“Do you have the check list?”

He reached into his bag and pulled out a clipboard. He handed it to you and you looked around the dining hall. “Okay so 145 guest are coming.” You talked out loud to yourself.

You walked around with the clipboard trying to figure where the bride and groom should go. What you actually didn’t know was Jimin was secretly admiring you. He thought you were beautiful, he thought you had the perfect body but he knew better then to hit on his best friends sister. Jimin thought it was best to erase those thoughts from his mind.

“I think the bride and groom should go here….and then this table here we’ll have his closest friends….then over her-”

“What about we have them in the middle and the bridesmaids over here and the grooms over here.” He interrupted you.

“It’s more traditional that the married couple sit by themselves in front watching the party.”

“But the grooms men and bridesmaids are part of the wedding, we should sit next to the bride and groom.” Jimin argued back.

“How about you sit-” You tried to control your anger. “How about we leave that up to my brother and Ara okay?” You sighed.

“My parents with my grandparents will go here.” You walked over to the other side. “Her parents and grandparents here.”

The rest of the tables you mostly agreed on with a few petty arguments here and there but you finally had a final decision on everyone, except on the bridesmaids and grooms men. It took four hours but you were happy.

You decided to grab a quick bite before you went back to your parents house. Jimin insisted he go with you so you wouldn’t get kidnapped.

“Yeah because I can’t defend myself in broad daylight or anything.” More sarcasm.

“Wow Jungkooks sister is feisty.”

“What? I’m not feisty.” You questioned.

“Yeah you are.” He laughed. “I was almost scared to give suggestions…I felt like you would eat me.”

“You’re an ass you know that.” You raised your eyebrows.

“Takes one to know one.” He smirked.

You rolled your eyes and went up to the counter ordering your food. Before the cashier completed the order Jimin barged in saying what he wanted. He handed the card to the lady. “If this is your way of apologizing then I’ll take it.” You smiled and went to sit down.

“Your nothing like Jungkook.” Jimin spoke up.

You just stared at him almost offended. Coming from his mouth it probably was. “Jungkooks pretty shy….most of the time.”

“What are you saying I’m loud?” You asked.

“No, you’re just….not shy.” He looked down away from your glare. “You’re very intimidating.”

“I’m usually not like that but I feel like everything you said to me today was an insult so sorry that I don’t trust what you say.”

“I’m sorry, I usually don’t have this effect on women.”

“What, real conversations?” You started, trying to keep a steady tone. “Are you used to girls throwing themselves at you….no time for conversations for you.” The sarcasm was never leaving your voice.

He looked hard at you, thinking about what you said. “Do you think I’m a fuckboy or something?”

You immediately looked up at him from his choice of words.

“No.” You looked back down at your food. “I’m not quick to judge.”

He laughed. “I promise you that I’m not.”

“Seeing your brother getting married makes me wish I was in a relationship.” His voice soften.

You immediately felt guilty. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it….I’m not good with relationships either, if you can tell.”

“Is it because you constantly snap at them.” You raised one eyebrow but you smirked. “I still think you’re an ass.”

You got up and threw your things in the trash.

You went outside hauling a cab. You felt Jimin’s presence on your back. “Are you following me?”

“I was just thinking that I can drive you over….unless you want to ride the backseat of a cab that is probably covered in blood, sweat, and tears…and worse.” He leaned into you closer. “Jizz.”

He laughed and you hit him in the arm. “You’re disgusting.”

“It’s true though…you think they clean those seats.” You watched as he smirked while his tongue brushed his bottom lip.

“Fine.” You followed him to his car.


“So how did it go.” Your brother asked as soon as you got home. Jimin ran to the bathroom real quick, so Jungkook wanted your honest opinion.

“Fine.” You smiled falsely. Jungkook just looked at you arching his eyebrows, he knew you were lying.

“Okay honestly, your friend is a pain in the ass.” Jungkook and Ara just laughed.

“There it is.” Ara smiled. “Told you.” She looked at Jungkook completely oblivious to the comment.

“Whatever….he’s the sweetest guy that I know.”

“We know but he’s just a pain.” Ara said. “Like an annoying brother.”

You just nodded but you simply disagreed, you could never picture him as your brother, you wouldn’t want him as your brother.

You heard the bathroom down the hall open, so you all immediately changed the subject. “So Jimin and I decided that it would be your decision if you wanted your own table or if you wanted the bridesmaid and grooms men on your side.” You started.

You felt the couch sink next to you as Jimin sank down next to you. Jungkook and Ara took a second to think about it. “I think I rather have all of us together.”

“Ha…do I know my best friend or what.” Jimin high five Jungkook causing you to roll your eyes.

“Sorry I guess I just like traditional that’s it.” Jimin immediately calmed down when he saw your pout.


You were siting outside in the backyard with Ara going over the center pieces for the wedding. She was browsing through the tablet. “This one is perfect.” She cheered.

“Ara, the florist is on the phone.” Your mother called Ara from inside the house.

“Hey beautiful.” You heard a voice behind you suddenly.

You looked behind you, to your surprise it was Jimin. “I’m sorry were you talking to me? A few days ago you complimented on how ugly I was.”

You were taken back by his appearance, he was wearing a button up plaid shirt with black ripped jeans, to top it all off he had a snapback and sunglasses on. He looked so good. You just wished he wasn’t a pain in your ass.

“I didn’t mean it like that, I was concerned you didn’t get enough sleep.” He leaned on the table next to you, too close to your liking. The way his sunglasses hung off his face was cute. Stop, thinking about him that way.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

“I wanted to hang out with you.” He smirked taking the seat next to you. You glared at him.

“What are you really doing here?”

“Jungkook asked me if I had a speech ready and I sort of lied and told him I did and then I remembered that you write for a living so I thought I ask you for help.”

“What makes you think I’ll help you.” His face dropped.

“(Y/N) can you save that picture for me, I’m going to run over to the florist.” Ara rushed out. You nodded and she left you alone with the nuisance.

“Please, I’ll do anything.” He begged.

“There’s nothing that I want from you.” You teased.

“Please.” He said softly.

You looked at him, he was so cute when he was like this, like a puppy. “Fine…but I swear if you offend me once…I will punch you in the face.” He smiled.

“I meant what I said by the way.” He pulled out his phone.


“That you’re beautiful.” He blushed.

“With makeup on?”

“Can’t you just take the compliment?” He huffed.

You looked down blushing, you were glad he was looking at his phone because he really did have an affect on you that you couldn’t admit.


For the past hour you helped him come up with a decent speech that you could tell was written by himself. You moved from the backyard to the nice air conditioned house. You were cooking something small for the both of you in the kitchen. You inherited your mothers perfect cooking skills so you enjoyed trying new things. When you placed the food in the oven, you heard Jimin enter the kitchen, still on his phone.

“How are you at dancing?” He asked you. Such a random question.

“I’m okay I guess.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“Slow dancing?” He asked further.


“Because we’ll be dancing at the wedding together, especially for the first dance when we join in.”

“Why me?” You asked confused from his offer.

“Because I’m the best man and you’re the maid of honor.”  Oh, that’s right you are forced to dance together, it’s not like he wants to or anything.

He played a song off his phone and walked up closer to you. He bowed before you. “My lady.”

You tried not to laugh at his lame attempt to ask you to dance. He leaned back up extending his hand out for you, you rolled your eyes taking it. He brought you in extremely close that you could feel his hips attached to yours. You actually  felt butterflies in your stomach from his touch. He held your right hand as his right hand wrapped around your hip. He started swaying you to the music. It felt nice, you haven’t slow danced since your senior prom and even so this felt a lot more passionate.

Jimin was a good dancer, he made you feel like you were floating, he twirled you around and brought you back in. This time his forehead was leaning on yours as your hips swayed to the music. You felt like your breathing stopped when you saw him lean in further to you. He was going to kiss you, and you weren’t stopping it.

You both looked up startled when you heard the back door open. You saw Jungkook walk in from the clear view it had from the kitchen. Jimin and you were still in your dancing positions.

“What’s going on?” He smirked at the both of you.

“Nothing.” You slightly pushed Jimin away. “He was teaching me how to slow dance.”

“But you know how to slow dance.” He was still smirking at the both of you.

“I haven’t done it in a while.” You crossed your arms.

Jungkook laughed when he noticed the serious expression that Jimin was holding. Jungkook knew his friend all too well.

“Jimin, we need to pick up our suits.” Jungkook stated.


“Hey, so what did I walk into?” Jungkook finally asked Jimin at the tailor.

“Nothing.” Jimin answered.

“Jimin….it’s okay.” Jimin just shrugged his shoulders. “It’s okay if you like my sister.”

Jimin looked up at him shocked. “I don’t know wha-”

“You can’t lie your way out of this one man.” Jungkook patted his best friend on the back.

“She hates me.” Jimin sighed.

“What makes you think that?”

“I can just tell.” He laughed.

“She doesn’t hate you….I can just tell.” Jungkook said making Jimin laugh.


For the past week, everyone was busy with the wedding, it was finally down to the day before and it was the rehearsal in the church. It wasn’t really hard to walk down an aisle, but here you were. When every one was on time there was one person that wasn’t. Jimin. Where was he?

“Where’s Jimin?” You asked.

“I told him to pick up the rings.” Jungkook said.

“Hey sorry I’m late.” Jimin ran through the door. You couldn’t help but laugh at how cutely he stumbled through the door.

“What are you laughing at.” He mumbled at you.

“Nothing.” You looked ahead. You noticed the rehearsal was starting as the flower girl and ring bearer was walking down the aisle. Then followed by the other bridesmaids and grooms.

Then it was yours and Jimins turn, you felt nervous for some reason as you had to interlock your arm with his. Your body was confused as you felt the butterflies. You didn’t know why you were so affect by him. Your head was telling you he was irritating but your heart was telling you something else.

When you reached the end of the aisle you had to separate. You finally had the chance to catch your breath. Then it was Ara’s turn to walk down with her father. She looked lovely, you can’t wait until you see her in her dress tomorrow.

The rest of the ceremony was the usual boring speech the bride and groom go through. The rest of you got to sit and watch. You choose to sit close to the back, taking advantage of the a.c. vent above your head. Jimin came up with the decency to sit next to you.

“You know…you’re one of those annoying people who like to park next to the only car in the parking lot, even though there are hundreds of other spots they could park.” Jimin tried to hold in his laughter.

“Why are you so hostile towards me?”

“You drive me that way.” You smiled.

“Can you believe he’s getting married tomorrow.” You said.

“Its beautiful.” Jimin looked ahead quite sadly. “It’s nice to see that true love exist.”

You looked at Jimin stunned. Was he really that lost? He was a hopeless romantic, he desperately wanted to feel loved by someone and you felt defeated. Jimin wasn’t the person you first thought he was. He had a heart and you judged him off the bat. You could relate to him in every way. You felt a connection.

You reached over and grabbed his hand. The action had him jerk his head in your reaction. He was confused. He felt like you didn’t care about sappy cliche feelings, especially his.


The rest of the night had you feeling all confused. Did you like Jimin? You felt like it was obvious he liked you, but you pushed him away so often you wouldn’t be surprised if he hated your guts.

The guys had their usual bachelor party and you girls had a day at the spa. It was the most relaxing time you ever had in your life.

The morning before the wedding actually felt nice and relaxing, the planning was well seatled. You still had three hours before the wedding started and you were already on your way to the church with the rest of the girls. Lucky the church was in the same hotel as the reception.

After you got ready you decided to make sure everything was all set. You made your way up towards the dining hall. You were confused when you noticed Jimin panicking. He was on his hands and knees looking under tables.

“What’s going on?”

He stood up and looked at you, first he looked flushed, but then it turned to a gazing stare.

You was blown away from how beautiful you looked. And you hate to admit but he was looking hot as well. He looked good in a suit.

“You look beautiful.” He smiled.

“Thank you….why are you crawling around in the floor?”

His facial expression changed back to a panic. “Okay….I sort of lost the rings.”

“What?” You almost yelled.

“I know….I had them a second ago.”

“You better find them.” You helped him look around the dining hall.

“Why don’t you trace your steps.” You suggested.

“Where were you before this?”

He stood there thinking of all the places he could of possibly went. “You obviously went to the wine closet.” You pointed to the bottles on each table. They were part of the center pieces Ara wanted.

It clicked in his head and he ran out the door. You followed him close by, even in your heels. He opened the door to the medium size room. He traced along the counters until he saw a basket of towels.

“Holy shit….they’re here.” He sounded releaved.

“Thank you.” He wrapped his arms around you, embracing you in a hug. You couldn’t help but smile from his dorkyness. When he pulled away he looked at you lustfully.

You felt the need to kiss him and you know he did too by the way he leaned in closer.

He was close enough that you felt his breath brush you lips. Just as the space got smaller, you heard his phone go off. He didnt move, he just closed his eyes in annoyance.

“You should answer that.” You softly spoken and moved further away.

You saw the glance of the ID, it was your brother. “Hey.” He answered as you made your way closer to the door.

“I’ll be right there.”


The wedding was absolutely beautiful, Ara looked gorgeous in her dress. You loved the feel of weddings, everyone seemed so happy. You laughed from the fact that your parents were crying wrecks.

When it finally got time to the reception, it was pretty late. You got a glimpse of the sun going down over the ocean. It was a beautiful, especially for a wedding.

Everyone was settled down, some sitting, some dancing. “You want to dance?” Jimin whispered in your ear just as the music turned slow.

Wow, second time of the night?

You nodded and got up with him. He led you to the dance floor and you couldn’t help but notice the smile on Jungkooks face.

He took your hand and placed his other hand around your waist as you place your hand on his shoulder.

“Did I mention how beautiful you look.” You blushed.

“Yes, you did like three times.” You laughed. “Have you been drinking?”

“Actually no.” He said proudly. “I’ve only had champagne.” You arched your eyebrows. “I promise.”

“I should of know better then to complement you.” He smiled.

“Thank you… look very handsome I suppose.” You said sarcastically.

You both swayed to the music, you felt contented, like you wanted this feeling to last forever. You once again both caught yourselves leaning in until your foreheads were against each other. You just listened to your heart beating out of your chest. “I have to use the restroom.” You pulled away.

You turned away towards the door. You turned around as you saw the look of disappointment hidden on Jimin’s face. “Are you coming?” He looked up at you confused.

You pointed your finger to signal for him to follow you. He immediately started towards you as you both made your way towards the women’s restroom.

When you entered the room with Jimin holding your hand behind you, you felt relieved that the room was empty. You walked over to the counter as Jimin locked the door. As soon as he made his way over to you, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a deep desperate kiss.

Every time you both had a close call, it was driving you crazy. You decided to follow your heart instead of your head. You liked Jimin and you finally could admit that to yourself.

You gently grabbed the backs of his hair as you battled dominance in your kiss. Jimin was attempting to bypass your mouth with his tongue. It didn’t take you long to grant him access. He slid his hands down your thighs and tugged under your knee to signal you to jump. He gently placed you on the bathroom counter. You felt him place his lips to your neck, leaving wet marks on your fragile skin.

A week ago you would of laughed at the thought of being this intimate with Jimin, you resented him.

You silently moaned as he kissed below your ear. “I love hearing you like this noona.” He whispered.

You could feel his member harder between your legs. You got butterflies from the thought.

“We better hurry this up, you never know if someone needs the bathroom.” You smirked.

Just then he slid his hand up under your dress feeling the waist line of your panties. He slowly slid them down making you crazy. He was a tease. You let them fall to the floor as you grabbed his belt buckle.

He kissed you passionately as you unbuckled his belt and undid his zipper. You wanted to feel him before you started. You started to rub him outside of his boxer briefs admiring every part of him. He still had his hand up your dress rubing circles along your outer thigh.

You tugged on his pants to expose what was necessary. You needed him and you needed him now. You couldn’t wait any longer. You wrapped your legs around his waist bringing him closer. He leaned his head against yours watching himself line up with your center. You breathed slowly as he pushed inside. You were a little tight so the pain was visible, but you didn’t care. He started to thrust at a steady pace that felt intimidating.

“Go faster.” You demand causing him to smirk at you. He picked up his pace driving your head back to lean on the mirror. The pleasure was hypnotizing, you felt like you were in a daydream and you never wanted to leave.

“Fuck Jimin.” He was thrusting rapidly. You felt tingles all over your body. He kissed your neck as you moaned his name. The sound was music to his ears, he smiled through the kiss.

You heard the bathroom door handle jiggle a few times but that didn’t stop you. “Faster.” He smirked from how impatient you were.

You felt him slow down as he closed his eyes tight as you felt him reached his climax inside of you. You weren’t far behind him as you felt your body go numb. You leaned back against the mirror as the feeling passed. It was incredible. If you weren’t occupying a public bathroom you would beg for seconds.

He slightly giggled leaning his head against yours. You brought your lips into his smiling in the process.

“We better get going.” You whispered as you heard the door knob jiggle again.

He pulled out of you quickly causing you to gasp. As soon as he buckled his pants he picked up your underwear, pushing them back up under your dress. He sweetly helped you off the counter as you made your way towards the door.

You opened the door and luckily you saw no one, but as you walked back to the dining hall, you noticed a few girls passing you with a hotel employee, probably to unlock the door. You and Jimin tried to contain your laughter.

As soon as you got back you noticed everyone seated. You saw Ara’s parents making a speech. When you took your seats Jungkook leaned in towards Jimin.

“Where the fuck you’ve been, your speech is coming up?”

“We needed some fresh air.” Jimin lied.

You nodded as you saw Jungkook smirk. He looked down and laughed. “Your fly is down.” He whispered to Jimin but you clearly heard. You both looked at each other and blushed.

“And your lipstick is a little smudged.” He smiled at you. “I’m glad you guys are finally getting along.”

There was an uneasy feeling between the both of you but Jimin grabbed your hand under the table.

You looked up at him and smirked. “I still think you’re an ass.”

He smirked back.


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Queen in the North {Pt. 2}

Originally posted by ladysarah94

Requested: By myself, because I am Trash™. Also some other absolutely lovely people.

Pairings: Robb Stark x Reader

Previously: {Part 1}

Summary: Y/N was sent to live with The Stark family at a young age, and ever since then, she seemed to fit perfectly, maybe even more than she had ever noticed.

Warnings: I just watched the episode so fluff to the max

Word Count: 2,433

A/N: I am so pleased to see how many of you like the first part to this, and I sincerely hope that the second part is even better! Special shoutout to @secretschuylersister for looking over this/encouraging me to actually post it. If you have any requests, please feel free to send them to my ask box!

It was nice of Sansa to say that she was almost done poking and prodding and adjusting your dress, even if you all knew that it was a lie. Sansa had and affinity for dressing you up, claiming that if she tried it with Arya, she would lose a finger. You couldn’t say that the idea was entirely off base.

The dress was lovely. It looked a bit delicate in comparison to the usual style that ladies favored in Winterfell.  It was somehow different and you’re the same as the dresses that you favored on an everyday basis. Although you had lived in Winterfell for most of your life, your mother and father had lived much farther south.

So, you tended to favor lighter dresses, made of silk and lace in a wide array of colors. Jon liked to tease you that you were the brightest thing to ever live in Winterfell. What you didn’t know is how much Robb silently agreed with him. The dress was white, with layers of gray peeking through towards the bottom. It was lovely, although you had no idea how Sansa had managed such a lovely effect in the short amount of time since she had asked you about making a dress.

“I may have been working on it for a little while before I asked if it was okay,” she said, picking it up off of the bed and motioning for you to change into it. “But I knew that you were going to say yes anyways.”

You laughed, she was right. You had a hard time telling people no, especially when they were doing something so nice for you. After all, the Starks were your family. And if they were willing to put the time in to help you, then there was no way that you were going to refuse. It did make your schedule feel a bit cramped at times, in between dagger lessons with Arya and the boys, knitting with Sansa and tea with Lady Stark, who was forever insisting that you call her Catelyn, there were never enough hours in the day, something you often fought about with Robb.

“Well then, put it on!” Sansa laughed, tossing you the dress and pulling out her needle and thread, claiming that there were a few alterations that needed to be made. Sansa worked in silence, adding a few stitches here and there. And somehow, when she was done, the dress looked even more spectacular. She had managed to somehow make it fit you like a glove at the top, yet have the perfect amount of sway and flow in the skirts.

“Thank you, Sansa,” you said, admiring the skirts in her mirror. If you hadn’t been so caught up in how nice it was for Sansa to make you this lovely dress, you might have noticed the smug look on her face as she admired you admiring her dress. And you might have noticed that you were wearing in the Stark family’s colors. “But I really think that I should go see if your mother needs help preparing-”

“I was downstairs with her all morning. While you were fretting over nothing, I was making sure that you didn’t have an excuse to run away.” She laughed, guiding you over to the chair that was set up in front of her mirror. “Now, you have to stay and let me do something with this.” She sighed, motioning to the braid that you wore every day. Sansa took your braid in her hands, making quick work of fanning it out across your shoulders, running a brush gently through the ends or your hair.

“I cannot understand why you never take the time to style your hair unless I force you to. You know that anyone would do anything for you.” Sansa rain her hands through your hair, twisting it one way and then another, attempting to choose a style for that evening.

“I would rather spend my time with other engagements. And I’m sure that every single person in this castle has at least five things that they need to be doing at any given time. And shockingly, none of them include helping me with my hair.” You laughed, raising an eyebrow at her in the mirror.

“And does one of those things include pretending that you aren’t in love with my brother? Or is that simply a given, considering it is something that you do every waking minute of every day?”

You felt yourself tense, your shoulders locking back into place and your teeth grinding against each other. Sansa, on the other hand, continued brushing your hair into place, humming a soft tune to herself. You wished that you had an appropriate comeback, but you were left to sit there, mouth agape, while Sansa fussed with your hair for longer than should have been possible.

You’d hoped that you would have a bit of time to yourself before the feast that evening, but Sansa had insisted that a bit of rouge had never hurt anyone. By the time that she decided you were ready, the both of you were late.

“A queen never arrives at her own party on time.” Sansa laughed as you hurried down the hall. You hated to be late, and it seemed that the only time you were more than a few seconds late to anything was when Sansa insisted on helping you get ready.

“Then it’s really too bad that I am not a queen.” you reminded her, withholding a glare.

She snorted at you in a very un Sansa-like way, simply brushing past you and breezing easily into the banquet. You, on the other hand, were not nearly as confident. You took a moment to steady yourself, a moment to catch your breath, before stepping into the banquet hall.

The noise and liveliness of the hall erupted around you, pulling you in. You glanced around, taking in the musicians and the dancers that took up most of the space in the large banquet hall. And as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were elated to see Robb standing with Jon and Theon near the edge of the dance floor.

You gathered up your expansive skirts, making your way along the edge of the room to the boys.

“Well don’t you just look dashing in the Stark colors?” Jon teased you, gesturing for you to do a twirl.

You landed a punch on his arm, not hard enough to actually hurt him, but firm enough to tell him to shut his big mouth, paired with an expression that told him you were going to pretend to be cross with him for a while. “If you must know, your lovely sister made me this gown, and as usual I had no say about the colors. But, I’m sure that it is just coincidence.” You attempted to sound sincere, even though you knew what Sansa was most likely thinking when she was picking out the material.

You pretended to listen to the boys ramble on about one thing or another, but your eyes were scanning the room in search of Arya. You knew that she was not particularly fond of feasts, so you always made a point to seek her out and reassure her, even if it was only for a few minutes. After few moments of searching, you spotted her, slumped into a chair, looking like she would much rather be anywhere else but here.

You felt Robb’s hand rest on the small of your back, attempting to draw your attention away from the very important matter at hand. “Y/N, do you want to-”

“Maybe in a minute, Robb,” you said, already making your way over to Arya, not even bothering to look back towards the sound of Jon’s booming laughter.

“Arya!” you laughed, taking her hands in your own and pulling her out of the chair. “Won’t you come and dance with me?”

“You know that I have been skipping my lessons,” she mumbled, refusing to meet your eyes. Somehow, she was in a worse mood than usual.

“I never said that we were going to make our way through the most boring waltz in existence.” You were already halfway to the band, who looked almost as morose as Arya, which wasn’t surprising when you thought about the music that they were being forced to play. “If this is to be the mood for the entire evening, we are all going to die of boredom.”

You let go of Arya’s hands for a few moments to whisper your instructions to the band. They all seemed to perk up immediately, sitting up in their chairs, the light coming back into their eyes. The tune changed from the sullen one that you had grown accustomed to hearing, to one that was jubilant and full of life. Reclaiming Arya’s hands in your own, your spun her around, prancing around in ridiculous circles until a smile finally graced her lips, and then a small laugh bubbled through, and you knew that your work was done.

You gave her one last smile, twirling her in another circle before stumbling off of the dance floor. All of the spinning had made you a bit dizzy, and with all of the skirts that Sansa had swaddled you up in, you weren’t surprised that you had nearly tripped a few times before you had even made it away from the dancers.

Robb’s hand found the small of your back, guiding you away from the mass of bodies that had swarmed the dance floor. You would have been surprised, especially because you hadn’t thought that Robb was anywhere near you, but he had a habit of turning up when you needed someone.

“What was it that you wanted earlier?” You asked breathlessly, collapsing into the chair that he had guided you to.

“Do you remember when my mother was so angry at us for sneaking into these feasts that she made us attend all of those dreadful dancing lessons?” Robb asked, smiling at Arya dancing with Rickon among the masses.

“Of course I do,” you laughed, recalling the many afternoons you had spent with your slightly nasty dance master. “Your mother was so sure that we would never turn up to another ball again if we had to take those lessons, but you were at every single lesson.”

“Naturally, you were so excited, and there was no way that I was going to miss it when you tripped over your own two feet.”

“If I recall correctly, you were always responsible for catching me after I messed up a new step.” You lazily punched him in the shoulder, but the laughter died in your throat as Robb caught your fist and linked his hand with yours.

“And I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”

It wasn’t the act of holding his hand in yours that caused your breathing to falter. You had been holding pinkies since you had met, so after that, what was a hand? It was the way that his eyes were staring into yours, unwavering. For the first time in a long time, you felt yourself blushing because of Robb Stark.

It wasn’t something that happened often, the two of you had grown up together, after all. Your mother had been best friends with Cat, and when they passed away, it was no question that you were going to stay with Ned and his family.

You had been quiet when you arrived at Winterfell for the first time. It had only been a day or two since your mother and father had moved on, taken from you suddenly by a terrible affliction. You were assured that your friends would all be waiting for you, but that wasn’t good enough. You wanted your parents.

And even though you constantly reminded Robb of that, he was there for you at every turn. Bringing you a flower he found near a spring, hoping to make you smile, or telling you a poorly thought out joke, just waiting for just a glimpse of the dimples he used to know so well. And as much as you wanted to give him a glimpse of your former self, you needed time. Somehow, even at such a young age, both of you understood. And you had remained solemn, until one afternoon, he heard a giggle echoing from her chambers.

Robb threw open the door to find you sifting through a drawer full of dried flowers, picking them up one by one and examining them. He marched into the room, demanding to know why you had been so sad before. You never had been able to give him an answer, simply handing him one of the flowers and telling him that you were sorry. You never had offered him an explanation for those first few weeks.

“Y/N?” Robb’s voice and both of his hands cupping yours somehow managing to effectively draw you back to reality. “Are you okay?” his voice was soft, almost as if he was afraid to scare you away. He should know better than that by now.

“I was thinking about when I first came to live with you, well everyone. And you worried yourself over making me feel welcome, and you were so confused when you found me with that drawer full of flowers.” You sounded dreamy, still thinking about the days when things felt easier.

“You never did tell me why you kept all of those flowers. Especially when they never made you smile in the first place.” He smiled down at your hands, where his thumb was stroking the back of your hand.

“Because I knew that they were going to make me happy eventually,” You met his eyes, hoping that he understood what you were trying to tell him. “And I was right, wasn’t I?” Robb looked like he was going to answer, but you were finished wasting time moping about when there was a party going on. “Let’s dance, Stark.”

And without another word, the two of you were out of your chairs and headed for the dance floor. The musicians had kept their promise, and the music was lively. You were pleased to see that Arya had dragged Sansa into a group of dancers, and it brought a smile to your face to see that everyone was happy, for the time being. It was rare to stumble upon a moment where someone wasn’t squabbling, and when you managed to find one, you most certainly weren’t going to take it for granted.

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Healing Tensions*

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Rating: Mature - 18+ only
Summary: An enhanced Reader puts her life at risk on a mission and gets injured once again. Steve - her ex-boyfriend - can’t stand this situation anymore and when he cleans her wounds, they take this opportunity to bring back some memories.
Word Count: 3.1k
Genre: General/light angst
Warnings: Some swearing, an injured Reader, mentions of blood and one of alcohol, pretty heavy sexual tension, slight graphic description of the wound and Steve being protective. You know me, so wait till the end and you’ll read something interesting like mild smut.
Author’s Note: It’s set before the events happening in Avengers: Age of Ultron.

Gifs used below aren’t mine, credit to the rightful owners.

Walking out of the brand-new Quinjet in the hangar, the blinding sun, setting in Manhattan’s sky welcomed you as the exhausted Avengers headed towards the same Tower they all lived in. Your main headquarters that Tony had named after your group of heroes since the tragic Tesseract events.

Several out of breaths former S.H.I.E.L.D. doctors waited close to the double doors of the medical bay as some of your teammates approached them whilst Natasha cradled an arm against her chest, the other wrapped around Clint’s shoulder while a bullet hole decorated her bicep.

This had become familiar since S.H.I.E.L.D. had fallen and you’d declared a war against Hydra, searching for Loki’s powerful scepter. Yet, when you had gotten used to this ballet- among all these things around you, your mind couldn’t get used to one thing. Or one man.

Steve Rogers. Your ex-boyfriend, a man you’d met when you were a spy, considered as a promising Agent Maria Hill, or even Melinda May. The first time your eyes had crossed, something had happened. You had thought about this cliché several times, but it was real. You shared this unexplainable connection with him and since this moment, you’d never left each other’s side, being close friends who secretly loved each other… and then lovers.

A bit more than a year of love, worries, passion, wounds and sweetness together and you had to stop everything for everyone’s safety. As the policy forbade relationships between co-workers, you’d tried to not let your feelings get in the way, but it had never been easy. Too much had been engaged between you and being together when stability wasn’t the favorite word made you choose to go separate ways in the painful path of romance.

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tacmc  asked:

Drunk Rhys, Cass, and Az talking about their women when they get home from a night out. PLEASE.

Here you go, BFF. This became much fluffier than I anticipated it would be. Enjoy!
Collapsing on the couch, Rhysand loosened the topmfew buttons on his shirt. The sleeves were already rolled up, exposing his inked forearms and as he stared at the designs, he could have sworn the swirls were moving.
A can popped up open behind him and turned to see Cassian walking into the living room carrying two beers. Azriel was only a few steps behind him, a glass of scotch in his own hand.
“Don’t you think we’ve had enough?” He asked, even as he took the cold can from his friends hand.
Plopping down next to him, Cass took a large gulp from his own as Azriel took a seat on the fire place. “The girls are off getting primped and pampered at whatever spa Mor took them to. This is our night. Let’s enjoy it.” He held the can in the air, toasting the evening.
Truth be told, their evening had begun about 5 hours ago, in a bar in downtown Velaris. A couple of beers, turned into a few more, which became a couple of shots, and then a few more.
After Ubering home, they elected to just crash at Elain and Azriel’s new home.
As it were, Cassian was staring around the room. “So did you even get a say in the decorating?”
Az just quirked a dark brow at his brother. “What do you mean?”
Cass motioned around the room. “Dude. There’s fucking flowers everywhere.”
Azriel rolled his eyes as Rhys began to chuckle. “Right, or I could decorate my home like you decorated the apartment to surprise Nesta.”
A drunken outright giggle bubbled through Rhys’s lips as he remembered the look on Nesta’s face as they all walked into the apartment for the first time, her unknowing Cass had decorated it with the finest Illyrian war memorabilia he could find. He spent weeks returning and shipping old weapons and documents back their former homes, and soon his own home looked less like a museum and more like the place he’d live with the love of his life.
A set of hazel eyes turned towards Rhys. “And what are you laughing about? That man cave you always bragged about looks pretty good as an artist’s studio I guess.”
Rhys pursed his lips. “Touché,” he said.
The males laughed and fell into a gentle quiet.
“How the hell did we get so lucky?” Azriel whispered, breaking the silence, his speech slightly slurred.
“I don’t know, man,” Cassian said, as usual the most intoxicated of the trio. “But I’ll do anything I can to make Nes happy for the rest of my life.”
The men looked at each other, and the coincidence was not lost on them. The three outcasts who had grown up as brothers had fallen in love with the three most beautiful women who had even walked on this earth.
“There’s this thing that Elain does,” Azriel mused, leaning his elbows on his knees, empty glass between his legs. “Before I come to bed. She’ll get into my side first, and warm it up for me, before scooting to her own side to fall asleep. After I finish my paperwork or whatever I’m doing, every night, without fail, my said of the bed is warm, and my pillow smells like her.” He leaned back on his hands and looked at the ceiling. “It seems stupid, but, I don’t know.” He paused. “No one has ever loved me that much.”
Cassian kicked his boots off and rested his socked feet on the edge of the the coffee table. “Nesta wakes up at 5:15 every single morning to make me coffee.” His brothers’ eyebrows shot up. If there was one thing known about the eldest Archeron sister, it was that she valued her sleep. Cass only nodded. “She wakes up on her own every morning to get up and make me coffee while I’m in the shower. Since we moved in together, there’s been a fresh cup of coffee, made just how I like it, steaming on the bathroom counter, waiting for me when I get out of the shower. And she’s already curled up back in bed, fast asleep.” He stopped at looked at his brothers. “No one has ever loved me that much.”
Rhys smiled, thinking about how three years ago, he’d accidentally spilled his drink on a girl at the New Year’s party his friend was throwing, and today, she was his wife and somehow, her sisters loved his brothers.
“What about you, man?”
Rhys’s head snapped up at the sound of Azriel’s voice. He and Cass were looking at him, the misty haze of the liquor from the night softening his friend’s faces. “What?”
“What does Feyre do to prove that she loves you?” Cassian asked.
Rhysand sat back and crossed his ankle over his knee.
“She does…,” he paused and thought.“Well, everything.” He smiled. “If I have a shit day at the office, I come home to one of my favorite meals without having to say anything. If I’m aggravated at a client, she takes me to the gym to train instead of sitting there and getting angrier and angrier. She’s my other half. It’s not just that she loves me. I’ve never loved anyone that much.”
Cassian held his can out in front of him. “To the Archeron girls. May they never figure out how much better than us they can do.”
With a laugh, the clinked glasses and finished off the rest of their drinks, hearts and dignity intact.