#and he was so hurting and I knew time was dwindling so I sat there

[mimipolo]

Kim seo-wan x reader pt 2

Sorry for taking so long I fear my hyperfixation is dwindling💔

Pt 1

"Seo-wan?" your voice carries a hoarseness of disbelief that has his eyes snapping up to meet yours.

"[Name]...?"

"Seo! I can't believe you're...!" As you descend the few extra steps to come face to face with him your smile falters. He looks tired. Exhausted. Like it was too much to carry the weight on his bones. Your dimming excitement was clear and he couldn't bear to see it. It was the same face his parents made when they came to pick him up. Happy, relieved, and yet so afraid. Nervous that anything could send him back that downward spiral. He doesn't want to worry them, but what could he expect?

Looking at you felt like a dream, after so many months at the hospital it was like he was relearning the structure of your face. You look more tired too, but in the way it's shown you've matured, experienced new things. Effectively using the time he'd been away, away for far too long. His former mediator, his goal, you were everything he admired and more, so much it hurt to be near you and watch you bloom. Though it was all he wished. It just would've been better if he could stand beside you on that pedestal.

It was like you had everything figured out. You understood your own balance, able to handle change when exams didn't go your way and still were able to find stable footing. And from the sound of it from neighbours, still found a respectable job all in an entirely new country. You were unreal to him. Everything he wanted and wanted to be, but he just couldn't.

"[Name]." He mutters awkwardly pushing up his glasses in that familiar habit you adored.

He hadn't expected to be caught on the way up, he had told himself after Nurse couldn't go for tea if nothing else intervenes he's just do it. But of course you were there, as respectable and calming as you always were.

"It's been a little bit, hasn't it?" he says, forcing a smile you saw through immediately.

He knew his parents had told most people he went across the county to try studying somewhere else for the upcoming exam. Though it didn't matter whatever lie was fabricated as he still failed. Nodding lightly and accepting the condolences of his neighbours for another one of his many losses. He couldn't bear it.

But looking at you now that didn't seem like the story you were told, staring at him like he had come back to life a completely new person. Which was true in its own way, he felt a hollow copy of the person he was before.

"It has... want to come in for tea?"

And he felt himself gravitating towards your prescence, like he always had.

-

Inside your apartment you immediately knew something was off. You'd like to sum it to the classes in physcolgy and mental health you took a few years ago but the signs of it would pain you to even try to ignore. Fatigue was written all over his expression, the Seo-wan that was so stubborn about his goals seemed to be disappearing right in front of you. And you didn't even want to begin to think about why he's so many floors above his if not to visit anyone.

"My mum told you the truth I'm guessing?" your grip on the pot of tea stiffens but you eventually nod to which he sighs shakily, running his hands over his face like it'd get rid of the sour expression on his face.

He hated how he felt ashamed you knew, he hated how badly this has affected him despite his best efforts to go back to a normal life. He wanted to forget it all. Even now, the normal small acts of kindness you always gave him now felt out of sympathy as you handed him a cup of his favourite tea.

"How've you been holding up? You're not studying too hard right?

You really wanted to avoid bombarding him with questions but you couldn't help it. You sat side my side on your couch, you didn't have one of those pretty small tables with cushions his mother had so it was good enough.

He laughed bitterly at your words, he cradled the cup in his hands, despite the sweet aroma and warmth of his favourite tea surrounding his senses he couldn't bring himself to take a sip.

"I guess I have. No surprise I failed these exams too, after all that time I wasted..." Your grip on your own cup visibly tenses at his words, fully shocked he even took the exam in the first place, he had such a small time to prepare how could he expect to get a good result.

"You shouldn't have, look, you just got out the hospital more stress is not what you need." Not when it's what put you there in the first place, is what you'd like to say but you bite your tongue, already feeling yourself over stepping.

"I don't know... it's just embarassing, to think I spent all this time just living in this fantasy world-"

Your brows furrow slightly, not completely aware of the depths of his condition, it was something Mrs Kim didn't feel comfortable to explain to you and you understood that.

"Im sorry-um. I never realised it before but... you were my first mediator, always cheering me on despite it all. I never realised how much it meant till you left your apprenticeship..."

You're setting your cup on the table now, taking his still untouched tea too on placing it there as well. Attentively, you take his hands into yours, your sudden action inclining him to look at you. Your eyes softening when you see the lost yet unwavering gaze he has on you. He always seemed to look at you like that. What you failed to notice is how his hands stopped shaking from the moment you reached out for him, his body felt less jittery, that was just the kind of affect you had on him.

"You should've called, I didn't even know where you were until a week after I came back." His gaze wanders away from yours as you scold him, though he isn't fully upset, not when you're speaking so gently.

"It would be embarassing to, would it not? How else could you see me as someone reliable." For the first time you see the way his face contorts into such a deep hatred for himself, his grip on your hands tightening slightly.

"How could you see me as anything more than this...?" His voice shakes and you feel your heart drop. Your thumbs start to run over the back of his hands, unable to find the right words to stay but still wanting to comfort him. You knew what he was feeling, having felt it directly and from people around you. That weird sense of shame you have to carry, though whatever happened to you was far out of your control.

"Seo... There's nothing to be ashamed or worried about. You're still someone I admire and want to see grow."

His gaze meets you confused. You admire him? How could you when all he's done is fail since he met you. But you recognised features he missed in himself. His absolute focus, determination and thoughtfullness to his family were just a few.

"I truly admire how strong you are, so don't do anything stupid." You can't help the way your throat tightens up at the end.

His eyes immediately rim with tears at your words, he didn't expect you to guess why he was so many floors above his own. But it was clear, he wasn't on his way to see anyone else, more than happy to go to your apartment.

"I'm far from impressive [Name]." He mumbled with a small laugh, followed soon after with a short sob, tears involuntary falling as he holds your hands tighter.

Your hands leave his to wipe away at the tears as they fell, thumbing them away with a carefulness that made him shudder. Taking off his tear stained glasses for him, setting them aside. When your arms return outstretched he doesn't hesitate to fall into them. Letting out all the tears he'd refused to shed in the hollow walls of his house.

"Well I think you are, and I'm usually right so you should too."

He chuckled again against your shoulder and you laugh alongside him. For the first time since returning home he felt like he was alive again, whole. Maybe it was time to accept his friends were right and it was more than just admiration he felt for you. But that could wait another day. Another day where he'd like to see you again.

DID IT‼️‼️ Sorry this turned out more angsty than expected that happens when I'm tired.

Tag list: @kimseo-wan @keimitchy @rohjaewonlvr

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

If you know anyone else who got arrested, was quite guilty, told the truth during the entire arrest and trial, refused the judge on the last day in court and walked out free that same day with all charges dropped please let me know.

Because I never bothered looking at it like that, but it is accurate as fuck

[hurthermore]

Hey! Just wanna say I ADORE your Bimbo series ❤️

I have an idea for the next one; The reader teases Alastor for being an old, grumpy man. She's spending too much time on social media & video games to pay attention to him. Then, he punishes her for it. Wink wink! ✋️🍑💦

»»------► 𝙱𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚘 - 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟺 (18+)

▻ 𝙱𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚘 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸 (18+) ▻ 𝙱𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚘 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟹 (18+)

Pairing: 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚡 𝙵!𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Word Count: 𝟸𝚔

Warnings: 𝙽𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚎𝚡, 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚗𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢, 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚜, 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔, 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚎, 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐?

A/N: 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚢 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛, 𝚋𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝙼𝙾𝙽𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙴𝙳

Alastor deeply regretted buying you that damned piece of technology.

For the past few days, instead of being all over the Radio Demon like you usually were; instead of always being in his presence, talking to him, holding him, kissing him, and fucking yourself into his cock, you had, for some reason, been consistently dwindling the amount of attention you usually gave him to play on that silly little gaming console you had asked him oh so prettily for. 

As he questioned himself on why he had even purchased it for you, he knew it was because he was so easily swayed by you; that he adored you and wanted to see that pretty smile on your face; it was only a very welcomed luxury when you begged with that that pretty little voice of yours, when you placed your even prettier lips around his cock as a way of persuading him to buy things for you.

He’d buy it for you even if you didn’t do those things; but you didn’t need to know that.

Even now, as you sat in his lap, the both of you in his radio station whilst he broadcast his mass of screaming souls to the entirety of hell, you seemed to simply ignore his presence as you fiddled with the buttons of your newest piece of technology. He didn’t like how much your mental absence toward him had his chest hurting ever so slightly; but despite that, he still remained in his smiling neutral facade. 

Looking down at you, he wondered if you were torturing him on purpose by wearing that semi transparent babydoll nightwear he had bought for you recently; the same one that allowed Alastor to admire every erotic detail of your body, to the front of your core squished against your thighs, to your stomach scrunched up due to the bend of your position, and how beautifully erect your nipples were. It was quite the task for him to contain himself when you looked so ethereal; so undeniably erotic.

Alastor craved to ravish you, just as he did quite often.

If only you would cease playing that ridiculous game. 

You were a smart little darling, despite how ditzy you could be, you weren’t so stupid that you were unaware of how much the simple sight of you turned him on. You must’ve known what you were doing to him.

Alastor knew you did.

As he watched you hum away as you swayed your head along with the music from your game that Alastor was positive you could barely hear over the screams of his broadcast, he etched his sharp talons underneath the flimsy piece of clothing you wore, pressing them against the thick of your thighs before he sunk the tips ever so slightly into your squishy femurs. His upper lip snarling ever so slightly as you refused to give him even a drop of attention even as he damaged the perfect skin that encased your innards.

You wouldn’t even flinch.

With a huff, he leaned his chin into your shoulder as uncharacteristically morbid thoughts of your true feelings towards him clouded his mind, he turned off the microphone connected to his broadcast. “Tell me, do you only love me so you can get what you want?” He didn’t mean to ask it with venom drenched into his words, but he couldn’t help the way his chest constricted from the doubt that had funnelled its way into his head.

“Don’t be silly Al. I love you.” You mumbled as you continued to press the buttons on the console; still refusing to even glance at him.

Grabbing the device from your soft hands, he slammed it against the console of his radio station. “Then why do you persist in depriving me from your attention to play with such frivolous technology?”

Rolling your eyes as he snatched your game from you, you turned around in his lap to finally face him. “God, you’re such a needy, grumpy old man aren’t you?” You mocked him before pushing your chest against him; poking your index finger in his face. “You’re so pathetic it's cute.”

Were you trying to test him?

To piss him off? 

You were extremely lucky you had him wrapped around your little finger, else he would’ve shredded your perfect body into little tiny pieces for saying such things to him. Instead, he sunk his claws into your neck with a look that forced your facial structure to express worry. “I’m offended you think such things of me, my beautiful little darling; it looks as though I’ll have to show you how frighteningly vigorous I can be.” He whispered into your pretty face before conjuring a black appendage to tear your overly exposing nightwear in two.

Slamming your back into his broadcasting table, Alastor watched as you moaned out a bundle of screams as he began shoving his cock in between your exposed and glistening folds without warning; you couldn’t believe he had pulled his length out so quickly from his suit pants as you began panting. Your tight cunt struggled to allow him to enter in one push due to the lack of foreplay; but this is what you deserved, being the little mouthy brat you were.

With both of his hands on your delicate throat, Alastor put so much pressure against it that he could hear tiny gasps of moaned plea’s escape your throat that struggled to intake a proper breath as he painfully pulled his cock out of you, only to slam it back in; only this time, its entire length finally sunk into your beautifully pleasurable wettening walls, forcing a scream to rip from your constricted oesophagus. 

Conjuring more black appendages, he commanded the tentacle-like affixes to tightly wrap around your thighs, the fat around them popping out as the slimy protuberances pressurised with a harshness like no other. Drool dripping from his mouth, Alastor began to groan at the sight of you below him; your perfect face almost draining in colour, his sharp hands wrapped around your beautiful throat, your thighs squished into oblivion, and the squelching that filled the room as he fucked his fat cock into your unready cunt. 

He couldn’t handle it, especially after not having you on his red length for the past few days due to your persistent gaming. Gritting his yellowed teeth, he forced the appendages around your thighs to bend your femurs into your chest, putting you in a mating position that allowed him to pulverise his cock against your cervix. Groaning, he smashed his lips against your breathless ones as he craved for passion from you, he could feel you attempt to kiss him back; something that made his heart burst with love, but the dizziness he was inflicting on you due to his brutal pressure on your larynx and savage, deprived pace he was fucking you with had you unable to truly focus on his lips.

Alastor could feel his balls tighten; a sign he was close to spilling his lovely white cum into you, but he needed to stop. You were due for a punishment, and he had barely scratched the surface. Calming down his pace, stilling his ministrations to prevent himself from ejaculating, his grip on your throat loosened, causing you to cough up breaths of air as drops of sweat from Alastors forehead splattered against yours.

For some reason, after your breathing began to calm down, you began to chuckle; causing your boyfriend's ears to twitch with every mocking laugh. “I knew you were an old man, but come on. You can’t even last two minutes without needing to cum? Can’t even make me cum, baby?” You snickered as you gyrated your waist with his cock still inside you, testing his limits as you snaked your tongue against his adorably frustrated expression. Immediately, he slammed your head into the table with an odd amount of care before he bit the tips of his razor sharp teeth into your neck after you spoke those words; his cock began thrusting into you with a pace that he was dead set on breaking your pelvis with. 

Groaning, Alastor was beyond angry as you kept testing him to the point he hadn’t realised his body began to morph; not until you wrapped your hands around his stitched neck and let out a blood curdling scream from those pretty flushed out lips. “Oh god, Al, don’t stop!” You screeched in a pleasured pain as his cock began to grow thicker and longer inside of you. Letting go of your neck, Alastor admired your pained expression before he looked down to your stomach; he couldn’t prevent the low growl that had left his throat as he watched his growing cock force a large bulge to emerge from your lower belly.

It wasn’t until Alastor found himself standing at double your height that his body decided to halt morphing; his cock forcing your stomach to contort around it as it stretched out the gummy walls of your cunt. Panting, tears left your oculi as your boyfriend stilled his massive length inside of you. “You change your tune so quickly, my love.” His voice came out so much more distorted than usual; as if it was glitching along with every word on his tongue. 

Crying out, you let out a sharp gasp as his overly large hands wrapped around the entirety of your waist; his thumbs pressing down on the bulge his cock enforced as he tried to move, to slam his cock back into you, but he couldn’t. 

He had grown so big that your cunt became simply too tight for him to move. 

Tightening his grip around your waist, he picked you up from the table before his heavy breathes consumed your auditory senses as he began moving you along the entirety of his length, forcing a mixture of pain and pleasure to mumble and curse out from your lips; crying as Alastor used your body as a damned fleshlight. His ridiculously large cock made your stomach bloat to the point you thought he was going to tear through you every time your thighs met his pelvis bone. “That’s it: cry for the ‘needy, grumpy old man’, my lovely, desperate, little whore.” And you did; ever so prettily. Gripping onto his prolonged neck that was covered in stitches, you begged for him to kiss you; begged for him, only him.

Complying to your demands enthusiastically, Alastors back began to bend, his fucked up form covered the entirety of your sight before his drool soaked lips connected with yours rather softly; his head moving up and down every time he moved your body along his length.

Surprisingly, as Alastor retracted one of his hands from your waist, you still felt secure; not a moment did you believe you would fall. His clawed finger tips only slightly brushed against your clit before you could feel your thighs shake; primarily from the sheer atrocity that Alastor was fucking into your cunt. 

Feeling your bud throb as his monster cock invaded far more than whatever should be invaded; along with his sharp claw teasing your clit ever so slightly, your cunt began to spasm in pleasure, ripping a loud, debauched moan from your larynx. Your wet, expanded, pretty little sex began to grip onto Alastors cock tighter as you began to squirt splashes of lust induced liquid onto your lover's body; and from how harshly your core tensed around him, a sensation deep in his own nether regions snapped, filling your womb up with a stupid amount of sperm as he splattered his cum deep inside of you.

Slowly pulling you off his length, Alastor groaned as he watched the mass amount of his ejaculation cascade from your puffy and widening cunt, only to shove his fingers inside you, forcing you to cry out as he made sure the rest of his cum stayed deep inside your womb. “Don’t worry love, I believe this wraps up my example,” Alastor’s voice echoed, still slightly distorted as his body began to slowly morph back to his normal size; forcing you to become limply dumb. “I’ll clean you up now; so relax for your needy old man.”

»»------► 𝙼𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

@saccharine-nectarine @daintydreams-blog @lunaramune

[withlove-xixi]

— SWEET TOOTH: portgas d. ace x reader

KINKTOBER DAY SEVEN: FACESITTING ᥫ cw: nsfw, facesitting, oral sex ᥫ wc: 1129 ★ erm . this prompt was meant for kiryu but i couldnt figure out how to do it, so we are getting ace instead yipee cross posted on ao3 — MINORS DNI! —

— ACE LIKED ALL SORTS OF FOOD.

[♡]: he wasn’t quite a picky eater at all and he was always willing to try new things. the things he wouldn’t eat were a small dwindle of a handful of things, but even then he’d eat the if they were prepared right. ace didn’t have preferences, well, that is except his sweet tooth for you.

WHEN ACE FIRST ASKED YOU TO SIT ON HIS FACE, he knew you were hesitant. For starters, you had never done this before. Though it was far from the first time Ace would eat you out, you couldn’t help but be nervous. Sure, you’ve heard couples doing these things but you never thought to actually try it. You weren’t quite sure how it went and all the more you were unsure how it would go. Despite being more or less willing to try all of Ace’s requests when it came to your sex life, every time he suggested something you couldn’t help but be just a bit nervous about it. It was natural to be wary of new things after all. But you trusted Ace, and really, sitting on his face seemed harmless enough.

“S’okay, baby, I can take it. Don’t gotta worry ‘bout me,” he had said reassuringly with a cheeky grin. “‘Sides, I know you wouldn’t hurt me, yeah? I’ll tell ya if it’s too much.”

Still there was some hesitation on your part, but you agree regardless, admittedly a bit curious on how things would go. So there you were, Ace’s face lay directly beneath you while you sat on your knees above him. Looking down, you can see the way he eyes you hungrily, tracing over the space between your thighs with such intense want it makes you shiver and clench instinctively. He licks his lips in anticipation, big hands resting on either of your thighs, rubbing circles on your skin to calm you down.

Your lip quivers at the sight of him, the way his lips are slightly parted, the way the edge of his hot breath fans against your skin, the way his eyes aren’t even looking back at yours, just tunnel visioning on your sex, eager to taste it. You swallow nervously, waiting for Ace to move, to say something. But instead he stays still, he stays quiet. The only noise from him is his deep breathing, it sounds like he’s panting. And the only movement from him is the twitch of his fingers, the steady drum of them against your skin.

It takes a bit for it to click that he was waiting for you. The realization only set you a bit more on edge because you had been waiting for him. And really you thought that this proximity was enough, that Ace would meet you halfway. But you supposed you weren’t really sitting so much as you were somewhat awkwardly hovering over him. With mustered scraps of courage, your hands find support in the headboard of the bed as you shakily lower yourself, just slightly to test the waters and see how low you can actually get.

Ace’s breath hitches when you move, and you hear the soft sound of him squirming around beneath you. It’s enough to encourage you to go a bit lower, lower and lower until you feel his nose brush against you. You jolt at the sudden touch, a shiver running up your spine at the realization he was way nearer than you anticipated. You feel his fingers dig into your skin, his grip on you tightening in an almost desperate way.

“Baby…” Ace pleas, breathily, dreamily. His hands travel from the sides of your thighs to your hips.

Then suddenly, you’re pulled downward, strong hands pressing you flush against his face. He straight up moans at the contact, not wasting a second to start licking and sucking away at your warmth. It takes you a second to recover from your initial shock, the sudden electric shock that tingles all over your body when his tongue laps over your hole with gusto. You grip the headboard tighter, your body lurches forward that your head’s now against it too. Moans and whines leave your lips like prayer as Ace eats his heart out, making sure every inch of your sex is given the same attention from his tongue and his lips.

He eats you out messier than normal. There’s a slick, almost sticky feeling that runs against your thighs and his cheeks; you’re almost certain it was his spit. You moan as your thighs clench, trapping his head between them. Ace groans in response and his mouth moves faster, hungrier, like you had added more fuel to the fire. His hand stay on your hips, holding onto the for dear life. You whimper when you feel him nuzzle his face against you, his nose brushing against your skin.

“H-hah— Ace… W-wait, you— Need to b-breathe—” You rasp between pants and whines, finally finding the courage to look at his face.

He feels your thighs clench when his eyes meet your pretty, pleasured expression. You must’ve been taken aback from the sudden eye contact. Ace chuckles at the thought, you were such a cutie.

What he doesn’t realize is his chuckles, muffled by your weight, vibrate so nicely against you. You sit up-right at the feeling, unknowingly grinding your hips against him, chasing your own high. If you had the mind to conjure coherent thoughts, you might’ve noticed Ace’s lips briefly curl upwards into a sly smile before going back to eating you out. His hands begin to help guide your hips, rocking you steadily to the pace you set. God, that bastard.

“Clo-close—! Ace—” You moan in strangled cries as your cum, thighs pressing against each other, locking his head in place, body freezing up as waves of pleasure wash over you, eyes shut tightly in blissful release.

All the while, Ace laps up your release, his tongue working against the crevices of your entrance as his hands continue to slowly rock your hips against his face, letting your ride out your high. You whimper quietly as your body slowly relaxes, your hands finally letting go of the headboard. You tilt your head back to stare blankly at the ceiling, catching your breath and letting the final fleeting waves of pleasure wash away. 

There’s a short moment of almost complete silence before Ace hurriedly pats at your thigh. Dazily, you look down to meet his eyes, only to see his brows are furrowed and there’s this almost panicked look in his eyes. Only then do you realize Ace very much needed to breathe.

Quickly you hop off him and he instantly gasps for air. You lean over him, worried. You scan his face for any sign of discomfort, but you’re met with the aftermath of your orgasm, the entire bottom half of his face covered in his saliva and remnants of whatever cum he wasn’t able to swallow. Shyly, you lick your lips, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by Ace, who bears a lopsided grin despite his heavy panting.

“Wasn’t so bad now was it, sugar?”

[darlingsblackbook]

Distant Echeos 3

Gojo Satoru x Reader

Arranged Marriage AU

Summary : The time of an old pact, promising your hand to the heir of the Gojo clan, has come. It is now your wedding, how will the two of you continue from here?

Wordcount : 1,3K

Warnings : Hurt, Angst, Angst and Angst. Sad y/n :'(

AN : This is part Three!

It had been almost a month since Gojo and I were married, but it felt as though the time had stretched into an eternity. The penthouse, which was supposed to be a shared home, now felt more like a gilded cage—too large, too empty, too quiet.

I had hoped, in the beginning, that things would get better. That with time, maybe Gojo would warm up to me, or at least acknowledge the effort I was putting into trying to make this situation work.

But as the days passed, my hope dwindled. Every time he came home—if you could even call it that—it was like watching a shadow pass through. He was there one moment, gone the next, always with the same distant expression, the same dismissive tone.

I barely existed in his world. And slowly, I felt myself fading because of it.

I had stopped preparing his lunches. He never ate them anyway, and the sight of another untouched bento sitting on the counter had become too painful to bear.

It wasn’t that I had expected him to suddenly fall in love with me, but I had at least thought he might care a little. A small acknowledgment, a quiet thank you that meant he saw me, even if only as his wife in name. But no.

He left in the morning, often before I woke up, and returned only when he needed something. Clothes, documents, a momentary break before heading back to his real life.

Not once did he ask how I was doing. Not once did he ask if I needed anything.

So, I stopped trying to reach out. It was easier that way. Less painful.

Instead, I retreated further into myself, finding solace in the small routines that gave my day structure. I kept the penthouse clean—spotless, even—though I knew he didn’t notice.

I went grocery shopping, even though half the food I bought went uneaten. I made simple meals for myself, always enough for two, but always alone at the table.

The silence became my companion, and I grew more comfortable with it. At least the silence didn’t hurt. At least the silence didn’t look right through me.

°•♡•°

One evening, about a week after I’d stopped making him lunches, I heard the door open. It was late—later than usual for him to stop by—but I didn’t bother looking up from where I sat, curled up on the couch with a blanket wrapped around me.

I had a book open in my lap, though I hadn’t really been reading. The words blurred together in front of me, my mind too numb to concentrate.

Gojo’s presence filled the room like it always did—vast, overwhelming, but somehow distant, as though he wasn’t really there at all.

I heard him move around, his footsteps quiet but purposeful as he grabbed a fresh set of clothes from the bedroom. I waited, hoping he might say something, anything, but the only sound was the rustle of fabric and the soft click of the closet door.

And then, without a word, he was gone again.

I didn’t move from my spot, but the familiar ache in my chest grew a little stronger, a little heavier.

What had I expected? For him to sit down and ask how my day had been? For him to actually notice me sitting there, waiting for some sign that I wasn’t invisible?

No. I had learned better by now. Hoping only led to disappointment.

With a deep breath, I turned my attention back to the book, forcing myself to focus on the words. They were dry, dull—nothing like the romance stories I had once enjoyed.

I used to dream of love, of passion, of a relationship filled with warmth and laughter. But now, even the idea of such things felt foreign. Unreal.

Love wasn’t for people like me. People who were married off for political reasons, who existed as pawns in a game they never asked to play.

I had told myself, over and over again, that I just needed to give it time. That things would get better. But now, after weeks of silence, I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold onto that belief.

°•♡•°

The next day, Gojo didn’t come home at all.

I didn’t even realize until I woke up the following morning to an empty, undisturbed house. His clothes were still neatly folded in the closet, his things untouched. I wondered, for a brief moment, if something had happened—if he was hurt or in trouble. But then I remembered who I was married to. Gojo Satoru. The strongest sorcerer in the world. Nothing could touch him.

Nothing except, apparently, the thought of spending time here.

With me.

I went through the motions of the day mechanically—making breakfast, cleaning up, folding laundry—knowing none of it really mattered. I had once thought that keeping the house in order would make me feel like I had some kind of control, but now, even that felt hollow.

By the time the evening rolled around, I was exhausted, though not from any physical effort. It was the kind of tired that seeped into your bones, weighing down every step, every breath. I curled up on the couch again, the same book in my lap, though this time I didn’t even pretend to read.

The emptiness felt bigger tonight. Heavier. Like a tangible thing pressing down on me, reminding me just how alone I was.

I wondered if Gojo felt the same way. He always seemed so self-assured, so confident, but there had to be something under the surface, didn’t there? He couldn’t possibly be this detached all the time. Maybe he hated this marriage as much as I did. Maybe he was just avoiding me because he didn’t know what to say.

I tried to imagine what I would say to him if I had the courage. If I could speak my mind without fear of rejection or indifference.

“Do you hate me?” I whispered into the empty room, the words soft, barely audible even to myself.

But the silence, as always, gave no answer.

°•♡•°

A few more days passed, and Gojo’s absence became a constant. He came by once or twice, late at night, to grab things or change clothes, but he never stayed longer than a few minutes. He never asked about the house or how I was doing. He never asked if I was okay.

I was beginning to wonder if I had been foolish to think that things would ever change.

That night, I lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling. The room was dark, the only light coming from the faint glow of the moon through the curtains. I felt small, insignificant, like a ghost haunting a place that wasn’t mine.

I had tried to make this house a home. I had tried to make myself a part of this new life. But every effort, every gesture, had been met with silence, with indifference. And now, I wasn’t sure if I had anything left to give.

It wasn’t just the loneliness that hurt. It was the sense of failure. The feeling that no matter what I did, I wasn’t enough.

Not for Gojo.

Not for this marriage.

Not for the life I had been thrust into.

And so, little by little, I retreated further into myself. I stopped trying to reach out, stopped hoping for things to change. I spoke less, stayed in my room more, and let the days blend together in a fog of quiet isolation.

Maybe Gojo was waiting for me to give up. Maybe that’s what he wanted. To be left alone, free from the burden of a wife he never asked for.

Or maybe I was just fooling myself.

Either way, I was sinking deeper into a place I didn’t know how to climb out of. And the worst part was, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to anymore.

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Here is chapter 1! I hope you like it. Chapter 2 will come out in a few days. Comments are appreciated!

Yoongi X Female Reader. CEO/Arranged Marriage AU

Summary: You were selected to marry the wayward CEO/Billionaire/Heir, Min Yoongi. You went into it with an open mind and heart determined to try and make it work. Yoongi on the other hand had no intention of ever letting you in let alone allowing himself to fall in love with you. Slowly you start to associate the smell of cinnamon and vanilla with the feelings of hurt and sorrow.

Word Count: 1,693

Warnings: (May get updated as chapters progress): Arranged marriage, cheating/infidelity, hints of smut (Probably won’t get very explicit but we’ll see how it goes), Sexual Assault, Brief mentions of death, Reader grew up an orphan, General Angst, Swearing

The weather outside did not match the feeling in the conference room. Outside the window you saw the bright sunny sky, not a cloud in sight. You longed for the warmth to touch your skin. Inside this room you felt cold. The walls were a dark cherry mahogany. A marble sculpture of a horse sat in the corner. You’re sure it cost more than a years worth salary for you. You chewed on your lip, a nervous habit you developed at some point. Everyone was patiently waiting for the same person to arrive so you could finally get this over with. Never would you have imagined you’d be in a position like this. Being married off to a man you’d never met. You knew of him of course. Who didn’t? Min Yoongi was the CEO of one of the largest tech companies in the world. He was the sole heir to a large fortune being that the Min family was one of the most powerful and wealthiest families in all of Asia. He was dangerously handsome with an arrogant attitude. A womanizer who was constantly in the media and not in a positive way. Just a few months ago we was caught on camera being tossed out of a club for punching the bartender. The video showed him staggering around so drunk he could barely stand straight. He shouted some choice words before shoving three random women into the back of his Rolls Royce and having the driver speed off. Of course the poor bartender didn’t even file any charges knowing he’d never win against the Min family power and money.

Shareholders started worrying about Yoongi’s ability to lead the company, some even demanding he step down. People were uncertain if they should invest in a company run by a sloppy drunk with clear emotional baggage. Stocks in Min Enterprises began to plummet which meant the Min family money started to dwindle and only then did they decide it was time to step in. Which is how you ended up here, sitting across from Yoongi’s parents and some of the other higher ranking officials at Min Enterprises. They had come to the conclusion that it was time for Yoongi to settle down. He needed to find a nice wholesome woman who could help him clean up his image, turn his life around, maybe have a future heir and turn himself into a well respected family man. The problem with that was that Yoongi had never lasted more than a couple weeks with any woman since he was about 19. Often going for quick hookups with women he met at clubs or random models he got ahold of that just wanted to use his name to further their career. In his mind it was easier. No strings attached. No chance of falling in love. No heartbreak. Just sex and send them on their way.

You were a simple girl. You didn’t come from money or power. You loved flowers, blue hydrangeas were your favorite. You often enjoyed a mug of warm milk before bed or maybe some chamomile tea if you were feeling adventurous. Most of your clothes were thrifted and definitely not name brands. You’d only ever had one serious boyfriend and less than four flings. You were the exact opposite of Yoongi and the women you often saw him photographed with.

Which is exactly why the Min family thought you were the perfect match to save their wayward son and bring a good reputation back to the Min name. You had no one else to thank but your old college roommate and best friend Jimin. After graduation he moved away but you kept in touch with each other. One day you get a voicemail from your friend asking you to come visit him in Korea. After calling him back and him assuring you the trip was all expenses paid by himself you agreed. Little did you know of the secret motive. Jimin had moved to Seoul after graduation, quickly getting a job at Min Enterprises. He started as just an assistant to Yoongi’s assistant. Over time Jimin was able to work his way up and was now a member of the board of directors and one of Yoongi’s best friends. When Jimin heard of the Min family plan he immediately thought of you and threw your name into the contenders ring as a potential suitor for Yoongi. You had recently complained about wanting to get out of your small town and Jimin recalled several instances where you mentioned your ever failing love life and non existent bank account so what better way to get around that than to marry a handsome young billionaire.

Your thoughts were interrupted when someone cleared their throat. Looking up you were greeted by the handsome face of Kim Seokjin, one of the Min family lawyers. “Can we be expecting Yoongi any time today?”, he asked probably more sarcastically than he had planned. As the elder Mr. Min started reaching for his phone the large double doors swung open and swiftly slammed shut as the man you were all waiting for stomped over and took his seat next to you, clearly agitated at having to be there.

You knew that Yoongi was handsome, most of the world knew that, but seeing him in person was different than any photos you’d ever seen. Soft perfect skin, piercing cat like eyes, silky jet black hair that he had started to let grow out. He was wearing a fitted dark green suit that probably cost more than every piece of clothing you owned. His cologne intoxicating, a mix of cinnamon and vanilla. He smelled like comfort and warmth.

When he realized you were staring at him he looked over at you turning to a face of disgust before shaking his head and turning his attention back to the lawyer, “Jin, can we get this over with? I have more important events to attend to.” You watched the lawyer lay out several sheets of paper in front of the two of you. “Right so these are the basics of the contract. It’s pretty standard. The Min family will release an official statement announcing the marriage of their only son Yoongi and Miss Y/N. The wedding will take place shortly after.” You watched as Jin turned to you placing an additional paper down in front of you and pointing to the stipulations as he read them off, “Y/N you will take the Min last name. You will move into Yoongi’s penthouse. You will agree to attend all social and/or professional functions with Yoongi and occasionally you will have to go alone as the Min representative. You will be given a credit card to make any and all purchases for any thing you need or want. And lastly you will uphold a satisfactory image as to not taint the Min image. Also please be aware that a divorce is not an option and the contract will only become nullified in the event that either Yoongi or Y/N were to pass away leaving the other as a widow.” You nodded in understanding while staring down at the list of demands in front of you. Things could be worse you thought but this still wasn’t ideal, especially not having the option for a divorce.

Jin turned his attention over to Yoongi placing a similar paper down in front of him and going over his stipulations which were much simpler than yours, basically don’t get caught with other women and don’t get drunk in public. You scoffed knowing that he would struggle to uphold his end of the contract. You were blindsided though when Jin read off the final stipulation, “After the wedding Yoongi will make an initial donation in his and Y/N’s name in the amount of $5 million US dollars to ‘Little Rays of Sunshine Orphanage’ in Y/N’s hometown. Then he will make an additional $1 million donation every year thereafter for the duration of the marriage.” Your lips turned up into a small smile. You had jokingly told Jimin that you’d agree to this whole ordeal if Yoongi donated a large amount of money to the orphanage that you grew up in. You didn’t think he’d actually get it done but you were a little relieved knowing that at least going through with this was going to benefit many children in need. You made a mental note to thank Jimin later. Deep in your thoughts you hadn’t noticed how Yoongi had looked over at you with furrowed brows questioning that request.

Jin placed a pen down in front of you before clapping his hands together, “Alright now that that’s out of the way the two of you just need to sign and date here and here and we can all go on with our day.” Trying your best to hide your shaking hand you gently grasped the ivory pen taking a deep breath before signing away your life to this man you met less than 15 minutes ago. Handing the pen over to Yoongi he glared at you before releasing a loud sigh and roughly taking the pen from your grasp signing away his name. Once it was done Mrs. Min began to speak but was cutoff by Yoongi loudly pushing his chair back and slamming the pen down on the glass table, “I have places to be.” And with that he stormed out of the room loudly slamming the door behind him. Mr. And Mrs. Min along with the rest of the elders followed not long after giving you a nod goodbye. You looked up to Jin who gave you an apologetic smile. He patted your hand as he continued to pack up his belongings, “He’ll come around Y/N. Just give it some time. He puts on a tough act but underneath that harsh exterior is really a sweet kid who got lost along the way.” Going into this you thought maybe this could actually work out and the two of you could at the very least pretend to love each other. Now, after meeting for the first time, you’re not so sure.

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REJECTION

Genre: angst, sulking, heartbreak, comfort

Cast: seungmin x you

It was another day of disappointment. You had spent hours in the kitchen, carefully following the recipe your mother-in-law had shared, your hands moving with practiced precision. The smell of spicy kimchi stew filled the room, making your mouth water in anticipation. You couldn’t wait to see Seungmin’s face light up when he tasted it. After all, it was for him—you wanted to impress him, to show him you could be a part of his world, learning to cook his food, and blending your cultures together.

But when he walked in, there was the familiar line, the one that stung each time he said it: "I’m on a diet."

You smiled, but it didn’t reach your eyes. “I know,” you said quietly. He’d been saying it for days now. Days where you’d made his favorite dishes, only to be met with rejection. It hurt. Deep down, you felt like your efforts didn’t matter. The meals you prepared with love and care seemed meaningless when he refused them so easily.

The next day, you tried again. A simple dish of bulgogi, sweet and savory, the scent tempting. You placed it in front of him, your heart hoping for even a bite, but the words came again. “I’m on a diet.” His eyes flickered with guilt, but he never wavered.

This cycle went on for days—your enthusiasm dwindling, your hope fading. You tried to tell yourself that it was just a phase, that he was just being careful with his diet, but each rejection stung. It felt like more than food—it felt like your love, your effort, was going unnoticed. And you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was pushing you away in small ways, not realizing how deep the cut was.

--

One evening, feeling utterly defeated, you confided in Seungmin’s mother. “I don’t want to learn how to cook anymore,” you whispered, eyes downcast. “I’m tired. Seungmin doesn’t eat my food, so why should I keep trying?”

Her silence was heavy, but she understood. She knew her son, and she knew how hard it could be for him to balance his diet with his love for food. But you couldn’t ignore the ache in your chest—the yearning for his validation, for him to see your effort, for him to taste your love.

That night, after another failed attempt, you found yourself lying in bed, the kitchen cold and unused. You had given up. You were done. You couldn’t keep learning how to cook for someone who didn’t appreciate it, who didn’t even try.

But then, the door creaked open. Seungmin’s voice broke through the silence. “Y/N , Where are you?” he asked, sounding concerned.

You didn’t respond. Instead, you felt the bed dip as he sat beside you, his arms wrapping around you gently, pulling you into his chest.

“Did you eat yet?” he asked softly. His voice was tender, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

You shook your head. “No... I didn’t cook. It’s a waste to cook for just one person.”

He pulled back slightly, his hands cupping your face, his eyes searching yours. “Why didn’t you cook?” His voice was laced with worry, but there was something else there too—something more personal.

“I’m done learning,” you whispered, your voice shaky. “I’ve been trying for so long, but you always refuse to eat my food. Why should I keep doing it? Why should I keep trying when it feels like it doesn’t matter?”

Seungmin’s face fell, and for a moment, you saw guilt and regret flash across his features. “I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “I didn’t realize it was affecting you like this. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

You could feel his hand trembling slightly as it rested on your cheek. He had no idea how much his words, his actions, had hurt you. He didn’t know how much it stung to feel like your love was invisible, like you were invisible.

“I’ll eat your food next time,” he promised, his voice filled with determination. “I’ll eat whatever you make, even if it’s just for me.”

But you didn’t know if that would ever be enough. The damage had been done. You had learned that sometimes, no matter how hard you tried, some things just weren’t meant to be. And the empty kitchen, the unappreciated dishes, was a reminder of that pain.

The silence hung heavy in the air as Seungmin’s words lingered between you, but they didn’t erase the weight you felt in your heart. You wanted to believe him. You wanted to believe that everything would get better, that the hurt would fade, but the emptiness was still there, gnawing at you.

Seungmin’s hands gently cupped your face, his thumb brushing over your skin, as if he were trying to physically soothe the pain that was deep inside you. “I didn’t know,” he whispered again, his voice small. “I never realized how much my refusal was hurting you.”

But it didn’t matter anymore, did it? His apology, no matter how sincere, couldn’t undo the days of feeling invisible, of feeling like your love wasn’t enough.

“I just wanted to make you proud,” you said, your voice barely audible. The words slipped out before you could stop them. “I wanted to show you that I care… that I’m learning, that I’m trying… But every time you say ‘I’m on a diet,’ it feels like everything I’m doing is pointless.”

Seungmin’s expression softened, his eyes filled with regret as he leaned closer to you. He gently kissed your forehead, his lips warm and comforting. “I never meant for you to feel that way. I’m sorry.”

You didn’t answer. What was there to say? The words felt like they would break something inside of you if you spoke them aloud. It wasn’t just about food anymore; it was about all the small ways you felt unseen, unheard. It was about the feeling that no matter what you did, it wouldn’t be enough to make him notice.

He pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly, as though trying to erase the distance that had grown between you. “I’ll change,” he murmured, his breath soft against your hair. “I promise I’ll eat whatever you cook. I’ll appreciate it. You mean everything to me.”

You let him hold you, but the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes were not just from the hurt you had been carrying. They were from the uncertainty—uncertainty that things might change, but the fear that they wouldn’t. The fear that your efforts would never truly be valued, no matter how hard you tried.

“I need more than just words,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “I need you to see me. I need you to show me that you care, not just by eating my food, but by understanding that I’m trying, too.”

Seungmin’s arms tightened around you, his lips brushing the top of your head as he nodded. “I will. I’ll show you. I’ll make it right. I’ll prove to you that you’re worth it, that I see you.”

But even as his words comforted you, a small voice in the back of your mind whispered doubts. Would he really change? Would he realize the impact his actions had on you, or would you always feel like you were giving more than you received?

You didn’t have the answers, and maybe you never would. But in that moment, as Seungmin held you close, you let yourself believe, just for a little while longer, that things might get better. You let yourself believe that this time, he really would notice you—not just as his partner, but as the person you were, with your own dreams, your own efforts, and your own love to give.

You stayed in Seungmin’s embrace, but the heaviness in your heart didn’t fully fade. You had a lot to say, and it had been building up for so long. You pulled away slightly, your hands still resting on his chest, but your gaze turned away from him. The frustration was bubbling up inside you, and you couldn’t keep it bottled any longer.

“Seungmin…” you started, your voice quieter now, but still sharp with emotion. “Why do you need to diet? You’re already so skinny. Every time I see you dance, your chest is practically just bones. I hate seeing you like that. It’s… it’s like you’re not taking care of yourself, and I don’t understand why you keep pushing yourself to go further.”

Seungmin looked at you, his eyes wide, a bit taken aback by the sudden change in tone. He opened his mouth to respond, but you weren’t done yet. You needed him to understand how deeply this was bothering you, how it was affecting not just your relationship, but your feelings about him.

“You’re already perfect to me, Seungmin. I don’t care about your body like that. I care about you. But every time you say ‘I’m on a diet,’ or turn down food, it feels like I’m not enough for you, that nothing is ever enough,” you continued, your voice trembling with the weight of the words you were finally letting out.

He opened his mouth again, but you raised a hand to stop him. “No, don’t apologize. I need you to listen. You’re already too thin. And I get it—I know it’s part of your job, part of being in Stray Kids, but it hurts me to see you doing this to yourself. It hurts me to see you so obsessed with your body, when what I care about is how healthy and happy you are. Why do you feel like you need to be even skinnier?”

Seungmin’s face fell, and he looked down at his hands. You could tell he wasn’t used to hearing this from you—he wasn’t used to seeing you so vulnerable, so open about your frustrations. He knew you cared, but he didn’t fully realize how much it hurt you.

“I don’t… I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered, his voice soft. “It’s just... I feel pressure, you know? From the fans, from everything around me. To look a certain way, to fit a certain image. I didn’t think it would affect you like this.”

You let out a frustrated sigh, shaking your head. “That’s exactly it, Seungmin. You don’t need to look a certain way for anyone but yourself. You’re already perfect the way you are, and I don’t care about your body being a certain size. I care about you, Seungmin. I care about your health, your happiness, and I can’t keep watching you do this to yourself.”

You swallowed hard, the tears in your eyes threatening to spill over. “I want you to be strong for yourself, not for anyone else. I want you to feel good about who you are. I want to be able to cook for you and see you enjoy it. I don’t want to keep feeling like my love isn’t enough when I see you turning down food like it’s something you have to earn.”

Seungmin’s expression softened, and he gently took your hands in his, his voice full of sincerity. “I’m sorry,” he said again, this time with a deeper understanding. “I didn’t know how much this was affecting you. I promise, I’ll think more about it. I’ll try to take care of myself—not just for others, but for us. I don’t want to make you feel like you’re not enough. You’re more than enough for me.”

But even as he said the words, you couldn’t shake the lingering ache. You didn’t know if he would truly change or if this was just another promise that would fade away with time. But for now, all you wanted was for him to truly understand—understand that you cared about him far more than any image, far more than any number on a scale. And that was something you hoped he would eventually see for himself.

The night was long, filled with the weight of the conversation, but eventually, exhaustion had settled in. After all the emotions, the frustration, and the heart-to-heart, you had both fallen into a quiet sleep. Seungmin’s arms were around you, holding you close, as if he couldn’t bear to let you go after everything you had just shared. It was a small comfort, but it was something.

The morning light filtered through the curtains, softly waking you from your slumber. You blinked a few times, feeling the warmth of Seungmin’s body beside you. The space between you was still close, but this time, it felt different—calmer, like maybe there was some hope after all.

Suddenly, you felt his breath against your ear as he shifted beside you, his voice groggy but still carrying the familiar lilt. “Hey,” he said, nudging you lightly. “I’m hungry.”

You groaned softly, rubbing your eyes. The first thought that hit you was how surreal it felt—just last night, you had been at the edge of your patience, but now, here you were, waking up with him, and he was hungry. For food, not for anything else.

“Already?” you mumbled, your voice still thick with sleep. You could hear the playful hint in his tone, despite the serious conversation from the night before. He was always so full of energy, even in the mornings.

“Yeah,” he replied with a soft chuckle. “I’ve been thinking about it all night... but mostly about your cooking,” he added, sounding a little sheepish, though the playful glint in his eyes was unmistakable. “You’re going to make me something, right?”

You turned to face him, your mind still swimming with the emotions of the previous evening. There was a quiet moment as you stared at him, his eyes soft with affection, but also something else—something that told you he had truly heard you. He wasn’t just asking for food now; it felt like he was asking for your trust, your patience, and your love again.

You sighed, a small smile tugging at your lips despite everything. “You sure you’re hungry after all that talk about diets?” you teased lightly, trying to keep the mood light.

Seungmin chuckled, but then his face became serious. “I’m sorry… I don’t want to disappoint you. I know I’ve been distant with you and food, and I don’t want you to feel like I’m taking you for granted. I just want to eat what you make, no excuses. I’ll take care of myself, I promise.”

Your heart softened as you looked at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. For a moment, everything else faded. “Okay,” you whispered, your voice steady. “I’ll make something. But no more excuses, alright?”

He grinned widely, his eyes lighting up. “Deal!” He leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead before pulling away and sitting up, his energy returning with the promise of food. “I’m so ready for whatever you’ve got.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at how his appetite always managed to bring a sense of normalcy back into things. As you sat up too, you glanced at him, realizing that maybe, just maybe, things were slowly starting to fall into place.

“I’ll make you something good,” you said, already thinking about what you could cook. “You better eat it all.”

Seungmin gave you a playful wink. “I wouldn’t dream of doing anything else.” He lay back on the bed for a moment, his gaze soft as he looked at you, before sitting up again. “And I’ll eat all of it. No more turning things down.”

With that, you both got up, your morning starting anew, and for the first time in a while, you felt a little lighter. Maybe it wasn’t perfect, but it was progress. And that, in itself, was enough.

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Pairing Professor! Rick Grimes x F! Student! Reader

summary Rick comforts you after finding out your biggest fear is disappointing him.

cw teacher - student relationship, power imbalance, age gap, crying, making out, riding, unprotected p in v, emotional hurt/comfort, pet names, 3rd person pov

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 She nervously chewed on the cap of her pen. She knew she was fucked the moment she walked into Professor Grimes' classroom. She regretted every minute she spent doing anything but study for this damn test. Failing the test, however, was the least of her worries- it was disappointing her professor that she was the most worried about. She blinked back tears as she tried her best to answer questions about unstudied materials. 

 Once the other students had filed out the classroom and she was the only one left, she grabbed her sorry excuse of a test and approached his desk. Her tear filled eyes and quivering lips didn't go unnoticed by him. 

"What's the matter?" he asked after collecting her test and putting it in a neat stack with the others. 

"I fai-" her words got caught in the lump clogging her throat. She fiddled with the hem of her skirt as she attempted to blink back her tears. 

"I failed!" she was finally able to say. But that admission broke the dam and sent hot, salty tears streaming down her face. 

"Hey, hey, don't cry, sweetheart," he soothed as he grabbed her hand and guided her to sit on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and sobbed into his shoulder. He stroked her back and hushed her as her tears saturated his crisp, white button up shirt. 

"You're a good girl with good grades. This won' mess up your grade too bad," he reassured. She sat up and he wiped her tears away with his thumb as she sniffled.

"Th-that's not what I'm worried about," she confessed. 

"Well, then, wha's the problem?" 

Her chin and lips started quivering again as new tears formed. "Y-you're gonna b-be," she took a stuttering breath, "disappointedinme!" She buried her face in his shoulder again as she sobbed even harder this time. He soothed her until her sobbing dwindled down into little whimpers. 

"I ain' disappointed in ya. Everyone messes up," he reassured. She sat up and looked at him, mascara tears streaked down her pretty face. It broke his heart to see his star pupil in such a state. 

"N-not me! I never m-mess up!" Fresh tears filled her eyes again, but before she could bury her face in his shoulder again, he cupped her cheek in his hand and swiped her tears away with his thumb. 

"Sweetheart, look at me," he commanded. She couldn't look him in the eyes, not after this. It's one thing to absolutely bomb a test, but another to embarrass herself by being a sorry mess like this was something she doubted she'd ever come back from. 

"Didn't I jus' tell you to do something?" he said more sternly this time. Her eyes snapped up to his, fearing disappointing him even more. Even though it was hard to hold eye contact, she didn't let hers waver and neither did he. She didn't see anything resembling disappointment in his eyes. In fact, he was looking at her so softly. 

"You're r-really not disappointed in m-me?" she muttered. 

"Didn't I jus' tell you that?" he teased, earning a small smile from the pretty girl in his lap for the first time all day. She wrapped her arms around him, but this time instead of crying, she pulled him in for a kiss. He reciprocated with fervor, slipping his tongue between her soft, glossy lips. Without breaking the kiss, she readjusted herself to straddle his hips, sitting right on top of his bulge. His hands slid up her thighs, creeping beneath her short skirt, and cupped her ass in his hands. She giggled against his mouth, a sound he was elated to hear after all her sobbing. 

"I'm gonna make you proud, Professor Grimes," she whispered against his lips. 

"Oh? How's that?" he asked. She already made him proud, but playing into her games wouldn't hurt. She ground down on his hardening cock, earning a breathy moan from him. 

"The door's not locked," he warned. 

"Then I'll make this quick." She undid his belt and unzipped his pants with quickness. Once his hard cock was no longer restricted by its confines, she stroked it a few times causing precum to bubble at the tip. Moving her panties aside, she lined him up with her entrance before sinking down. Rick Grimes was well endowed, so the stretch stung each time. 

"Y'alright, sweetheart?" he asked. Her only response was pressing kisses to his jaw and neck as she undid his tie. His hands reluctantly stopped kneading her ass and instead helped pull her shirt over her head once she was done unbuttoning his. Her hands grasped his shoulders once she was ready to move again, and used them for support as she lifted herself off him, until only the tip was inside then dropped herself back down. His big dick filled her so good that the outline of it could be seen through her stomach. Rick's head lolled back as he moaned in pleasure, his grip on her hips almost bruising her soft skin. She squeezed him with her velvety walls, feeling ridge his veins provided.

"Feel so good, baby," he groaned as his student bounced on his cock. His hands traversed up her body, until they reached her bra. He unclasped the pesky thing and tossed it aside, releasing her breasts so he could watch the fleshy mounds bounce as she rode him. He took her nipples- hardened by the air conditioning blasting in the room- and pinched them between his index fingers and thumbs.

"Oh my god, Professor Grimes," she moaned out. Her calling him Professor Grimes during sex always did something to him. His cock twitched inside of her, his release not far.

"I'm 'bout to cum," she warned. He could tell by the way her rhythm became sloppy and the way she squeezed him.

"I know, baby, me too," he said before taking a breast into his mouth, nipping at and sucking on the nipple. His hand slid beneath her skirt and began rubbing the bundle of nerves through her panties. She screamed his name as she came, seeing stars as she did. Rick came too, his hot loads of cum filling up her sweet cunt as he threw his head back in ecstasy, guttural moans erupting from him. He continued to rub her clit until she came down from her orgasmic high. When she did, she slumped over onto his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, pressing a kiss to her slightly sweaty hairline. 

"Did I make you proud?" she asked. 

She felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled. 

"Always been proud of you, darlin'." 

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Always & Forever

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Reader

Warning: Angst, Hurt feelings, Smut (unprotected, oral f. receiving) 18+ ONLY. MDNI

Summary: You broke up with Hongjoong, thinking it was the best thing to do. But it wasn't and only left you both broken.

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: Merry Christmas, @potatomountain !! Here is your secret santa gift! I hope you enjoy! I promise it's not all sad! ♡

Networks: @ksmutsociety @mirohs-aurora-society

“Is he going? For sure?” You turn to ask your friend, Soomi, who stood beside you smoothing out your dress. Even though you were getting ready, you still weren't sure if you were even going to attend this wedding. You wanted to go, you wanted to support two of your friends and their decision to get married, but if Hongjoong was going to be there, you didn't know if you were going to be able to be in the same room as him.

It had only been a couple months since you ended things with him, and to say you regret your decision everyday was an understatement. You missed him, his touch, his laugh, even just the presence of him that made you feel so safe and loved. Leaving him was the hardest thing you had ever done but you did it for him. Hongjoong's career with his group was taking off, the group was gaining momentum, media exposure and he was spending a lot of his time in the studio, filming music videos, doing interviews and his time for you continued to dwindle. You could see how much it was bothering him to not see you as much and to be honest, you didn't want to start to resent him for his lack of time and attention. You knew he loved you, and you loved him but to just love someone from afar wasn't enough. You knew that he wouldn't be the one that would end things with you. He would continue to kill himself trying to do everything for his group and still try to make time for you.

So you did it for him.

You went about it in the wrong way, instead of sitting down to talk to him, one night when he came home late, you decided to pick a fight about his lack of care and attention, knowing this would likely be the last time you would be around him. And it fucking hurt.

“What do you mean you're done?” He asks, setting his keys down on the table. You sat there with your arms crossed, trying to keep your face neutral.

“I can't do this anymore. You're never around. I don't get to see you, I barely talk to you anymore. I feel like I'm single, I might as well actually be single.” You yell.

You watch as his shoulders slouch, he looks at the ground, sniffling.

“Baby.” Hongjoong begins. “I'm doing this for us… for our future. Just… just give me some time and I promise I'll have some time off.” He says.

“I don't have any more time to give.” You murmur. “It's been long enough. I'm fucking lonely.” You whisper.

“Please.” He begs.

You needed to sell it. You needed him to stop. You needed to get able to go and make sure he wasn't going to try and stop you.

“Can we talk it out? Please.” He asks.

“Hongjoong, stop.” You sigh.

“Y/N, baby, please don't do this to me. Please don't leave me.” He cries, walking towards you.

“I don't love you anymore, Hongjoong.” You scream, tears spilling down your cheeks. He stops in his tracks. His eyes are wide, his mouth hanging open slightly. He stumbles back as he stares at you. Your hand flies over your mouth.

“I-” You pause. “I'm sorry.” You whisper, pushing your chair back. You run outside of the apartment, slamming the front door behind you. Leaving the man you loved more than anything, shattered, broken and alone.

You hadn't seen him since that night, and the thought of seeing him in the flesh was a terrifying thought.

“Yeah, he is.” Soomi tells you.

You take a deep breath as you finish getting ready. You were going to go. There's always a chance of seeing him while you're out, you might as well do it in a setting where you can semi control the interactions. You were sure you'd be able to avoid him, or any general area that he was in. You were strong.

“Are you still coming?” She asks.

You nod your head. Your throat was dry, you didn't think you could even whisper a yes in the moment. Nerves were taking over your body as you put the finishing touches on your favorite wedding outfit, your hair done the exact way you liked it.

You sighed loudly as you stared at yourself in the mirror, wondering if Hongjoong was thinking about you right now like you were about him. You hoped he was, even if he was thinking about how much he hated you.

“Ready?” Soomi asks, nudging you with her shoulder, bringing you out of your thoughts. You smiled at her, again nodding yes as you followed her out the front door. The two of you head down to the front entrance of the complex, to the waiting cab sitting out front.

The entire drive to the venue you felt like you couldn't breathe. Earlier you were a little excited at the thought of possibly seeing him but now you weren't so sure about it. What if he yelled at you in front of everyone? What if he cursed you out? What if he took one look at you and turned around and left? There were a million scenarios that ran through your head on the 45 minute drive. You felt like you were going to pass out.

It took Soomi a few minutes to break you out of your silent panic once you arrived outside the venue. She squeezes your hand in support as the two of you walk into the beautiful and large chapel. Hongjoong is suddenly erased from your mind for a few moments as you take in the beautifully decorated venue. You smile and wave at other friends who were already seated for the ceremony. You looked around and didn't see Hongjoong. You felt your body relax, as you chatted with friends, while you all waited for the music to start.

Once it did and there was still no sign of Hongjoong you were able to relax even more. He slipped from your mind once again as the groomsmen, the groom, flower girl and bridesmaids began walking down the aisle. You all smiled and stood up as the music changed and your gorgeous friend walked down the red carpeted aisle with her father. She looked so beautiful and so happy, walking down to her future husband who stood there in awe of her. And just like that, your mind flashes back to Hongjoong and the memories of him telling you that he was going to marry you and give you everything you'd ever need and or want.

“I only want you.” You giggled.

How that was still so fucking true. It was him. It always was him, and it always would be. And if it was meant to be, the two of you would be able to find your ways back to each other.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife!” The priest smiles. “You may kiss your bride!”

The church erupts with cheers and clapping as they share their first kiss as husband and wife, walking down the aisle, hand in hand, grinning from ear to ear.

“Let's go get a drink.” You whisper to yourself friends, all of you giggling as the crowd leaves the ceremony, heading to the reception across the street. The first thing you do is head to the bar, ordering drinks for your table. You turn around, leaning against the bar, watching everyone mingle, seeing the bride and groom happily sit with each other, talking to guests. You were so happy you decided to come along, as it turned out there was nothing for you to even worry about.

Until there was.

You turned around to grab the drinks and head back to your table, and while on your way, you almost dropped all 5 drinks in your hands. Hongjoong walks into the bar. He was wearing an all black suit, his shirt unbuttoned a little. His hair was now black, slicked back and he looked so fucking good.

The two of you lock eyes, your heart begins to race. Did you smile at him? Talk to him? Nod? Do nothing? You weren't prepared for this, in all your panicking you never figured out what you would do if you actually saw him. Before you could decide on what to do, he breaks eye contact, dropping his head and moves through the crowd of people. You set the drinks down, your heart felt like it was going to fall out of your chest. He looked so fucking good, but broken, and you were the one to blame.

You had never prepared yourself for what it would feel like to see him. You hadn't realized it would hurt this much but you supposed you deserved that feeling.

“You okay?” Your friend asks, seeing your smile now gone.

“I saw Hongjoong.” You sigh.

“And?” One asks.

“He stared at me, dropped his head and walked away.” You murmur, taking a sip of your drink.

“Just try to relax.” Soomi smiles. “Everything always works out the way it's supposed to.” She says.

“Yeah.” You breathe. “I guess.”

It didn't help. You wanted him back, but was it too late? Would he ever take you back? You weren't sure but something inside you kept telling you to try. You looked around the bar for him, and once your eyes landed on him, it was hard to look away. You continued to steal glances of him for the next hour, taking in his smile that you've missed so much. You could hear his laugh despite all the noise in the bar. You could smell him even though he kept his distance from you. You kept drinking, downing more drinks than you should have, taking a couple shots. Your inhibition was lowered, you were prone to making poor decisions when you were drinking, and trying to talk to him while intoxicated absolutely fell under that category.

“I'm doing it!” You announce, standing up, slamming your hands down on the table. “I'm going to win him back!”

“You don't think you should wait? Until you're sober?” Soomi asks.

“Sober, shmober.” You murmur. “I have to talk to him. I can't just keep staring at him from afar.”

You walked away from the realization of what you were going to do sobered you up a little. You found him with ease, just as he was setting his drink down and walking towards the bathrooms. You followed behind him, calling out for him. Either he didn't hear you, or he was ignoring you. You were sure he was ignoring you.

He walked into the men's room, and without any hesitation, you walked in right after him.

“Kim Hongjoong.” You yell, his back was towards you. He lets out a deep breath, turning around to face you.

“What do you want, y/n?” He asks.

“I…” You pause. “I just… I miss you.” You whisper.

He laughs. A humorless laugh. “You miss me? You left me, remember?”

“Yeah, I remember very vividly.” You say.

“You don't love me anymore. Remember?” He says.

“That's not true.”

“It's not true, huh.” He chuckles. “So if it's not true then why did you say it? Why did you leave me?”

“Because.” You pause, looking him in the eyes.

“Because what? You were lonely? I was focusing on my career too much? What?” He asks.

“Because I knew you wouldn't leave me. And I knew if we continued down the path we were going, you'd kill yourself trying to make me a priority along with your work.” You whisper.

He stands there, staring at you, his eyes wide. “Why wouldn't you talk to me?” He asks.

“What good would that have done?” You respond. “There was no other way around it. The group was taking off, you were getting busier and busier, what limited time you had was going to become non existent. Tell me, did you feel guilty being away from me for so long and for so often?” You ask.

“All the time.” He murmured.

“Exactly. But these last couple months…” you pause, the tears beginning to come. Your lip trembles. “Have been the worst of my life. I fucking miss you. I miss even just talking on the phone with you. Facetiming, the random sporadic nights we get together. I'd trade everything I have just to have those with you again. I don't care if I have to travel halfway across the world to see you, I'll do it. I just want you.” You whisper.

You weren't sure what you were wanting from him at this moment, but something would have been nice. Instead he stood there, staring at you, not saying a word.

You were beginning to get nervous. Maybe he moved on? Maybe he didn't want you anymore?

“Please. Hongjoong, please say something.” You whisper.

“I -” he pauses. “I can't do this right now. I have to go.” He says. He walks towards you, passing you, whispering an apology. He leaves you standing alone in the men's bathroom, wondering if telling him any of that was a mistake? You drag your feet as you make your way back to your table. You were no longer in the mood to celebrate.

“What happened?” Your friends ask as you grab your purse.

“I don't really want to talk about it.” You say, forcing a smile. “I'm gonna go.” You whisper, trying to keep the tears inside. You didn't want to cry in a crowded bar.

So you swallowed your tears, along with the lump in your throat as you made your way outside, the fresh air hitting you like a ton of bricks. You managed to find a cab through the tears in your eyes and with a shaky voice, told him where you needed to go. You leaned against the door, looking out the window as the rain started to pour. You watched it continuously run down the window as Hongjoong's words played in your head over and over again.

“I can't do this right now. I have to go.”

“I can't do this.”

Did you hope that he told you he missed you and desperately wanted you back? Absolutely. Were you expecting it? No, you weren't but you were hoping that he would have at least stayed and talked things out with you.

When you finally pulled up to your apartment, you paid the cab driver, and made your way upstairs. The second you opened your front door and stepped inside, the silence consumed you. It was deafening.

You dropped down to your knees, finally letting out the cries you had held in for over an hour. Curling up into a ball on the floor of your kitchen, sobbing, pleading to whoever that was listening that you didn't ruin any chances you may have had in getting him back.

You weren't sure how long you laid there, but it was long enough for there to be a puddle of tears left on the floor where you were. After you picked yourself up off the floor and shook it off. You cleaned up the puddle, and headed for the shower where you tried to wash off the feeling of regret. But it wouldn't wash off. No matter how much you scrubbed yourself, no matter how much soap you used, you couldn't get rid of that horrible feeling.

You stepped out of the shower, wrapping yourself in a towel. You wanted to crawl into bed, not even going to bother to get yourself dressed and you were going too but the moment you pulled back your blanket, there was a rapid knocking at your front door. You tightened up your towel, uncaring of who was on the other side of the door. You pulled it open, your eyes still red and puffy from crying.

“Yes?” You say as the door opens, but your eyes go wide. “Hongjoong.” You whisper.

“You know, y/n, you've got a lot of nerve.” He sighs. “Coming to me, out of nowhere, telling me you miss me and love me and that you left me for me.”

“I know.” You whisper.

“I want to hate you. I've wanted nothing more than to despise you for shattering my heart like you did. I've tried to hate you.” He says.

You nod your head. You deserved his hate.

“But I can't. Because I'm still so fucking in love with you.” He says. “It never fucking wavered even when you told me you didn't love me anymore. I still loved you with everything I had. I still do.”

The tears start again, rolling down your cheeks. Your entire body trembling as the man you loved so much stood before you, confessing how he was still in love with you.

“And I don't think I'll ever stop.” He says, stepping inside your apartment. You step back, he closes the door behind him. Without a second thought, his hand is on your cheek, and his lips are pressed against yours.

You wrap your arms around his neck, his arms wrapping around your body, holding you tightly. You missed the feeling of his hands all over your body. Hongjoong deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth. You grasp at his shirt, trying to pull it off of him. You needed to feel him, skin to skin. He chuckles, breaking the kiss. He grabs your hand, pulling you towards the bedroom he has spent so many nights in before. You sit down on the bed, your towel still on but loose. He stands in front of you, unbuttoning the dress shirt he was still wearing. You groan at the sight of him as he drops his shirt down onto the floor.

“I'm so sorry.” You whisper as he crawls onto the bed, hovering over you.

“Shh, baby.” He smiles, peppering kisses across your face, down your neck, onto your chest. He opens up your towel, running his hands over your body. “I've missed you so fucking much.” He whispers, kissing between your chest, down to your stomach.

“Please, Hongjoong.” You whimper.

“What do you want from me, baby?” He asks.

“You. I want you inside me.” You breathe.

Hongjoong smiles, standing back up as he unbuttons his pants, letting them pool around his ankles. He steps out of them, pulling down his boxers, letting his cock spring free. You bite your lip,

“Patience, baby.” He whispers, pulling you to the edge of the bed, settling in between your legs on the floor. He spreads your legs, licking his lips before he licks a long strip up your already soaked cunt. He moves his tongue between your lips, flicking your clit with a sense of desperation. You moan loudly as you try to buck your hips. He pushes you back down, holding you down as he sucks on your clit, swirling his tongue around, making you grasp the bed sheets. It felt so fucking good, it had been so long, you felt like your whole body was about to explode.

“Hongjoong..” you pant. “I'm gonna cum.” You gasp.

You can feel him smile between your legs as he moves his tongue faster, pushing a few fingers inside of you.

“Fuck.” You gasp, clenching yourself around his fingers. He quickly thrusts them in and out of you, moving his tongue faster and faster, pushing you over the edge within seconds. Your orgasm explodes through your body, causing you to pant loudly. Hongjoong wastes no time, pulling his fingers out of you, using your juices to coat his cock.

“Get on your hands and knees. ” He says, stroking his cock. He crawls onto the bed behind you, landing a hard smack on your ass, making you whimper.

He lines himself up with your entrance pushing himself inside of you before gripping onto your hips. You roll your eyes back as he pushes himself as far as he can inside you, digging his fingertips into your hips. You gasp loudly as your cunt stretches from his cock, your arms giving out on you as you lay your face on the bed with your ass in the air.

“That's right, baby.” He groans, slowly pulling his cock out of you before slamming back inside, making you yelp.

“Faster, please. Fuck me harder.” You gasp, needing him to wreck you. His grip on you tightens as he thrusts faster and harder, ramming his cock into you over and over. He leans over you slightly, moving his hand to your head, pushing your face into the mattress.

“Fuck! Right there.” You cry out, gripping the bed sheets even harder than before. You squeeze your eyes shut while he pounds into you.

“I've fucking missed you.” He pants. You move your hand between your legs, rubbing your clit as Hongjoong fucks you mercilessly.

You can't speak, only moan as you rub your clit faster, matching the pace of his thrusts. Your heart was beating rapidly as your second orgasm builds, only taking seconds to hit and flow through your body, making you jolt.

“I'm so fucking close.” Hongjoong grunts. He holds onto you tightly as he fucks you faster, moaning loudly as his orgasm finally hits. His thrusts slow down as he releases his load deep inside you, coating your walls with his cum.

“Fuck.” He breathes, pulling out of you. You both collapse onto the bed, the smell of sweat and sex filling your room.

Your head rests on his chest, no words are spoken while the two of you catch your breath, soaking in the presence of each other once again.

“I really missed you.” You whisper.

“I'm sorry I made you feel like you needed to end things for me to be happy.” He says, his finger trailing over your back.

“I'm sorry I did that too. I thought I was doing the right thing at the time.” You reply.

“Please don't ever do that again.” He says. “Talk to me if you have concerns.”

“I will. I don't want to be apart from you again. We're in this together.” You smile.

“Forever.”

“Forever and Always.”

[koyagifs]

𝔀𝓱𝔂 𝓭𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮

pairing: hongjoong x reader au: non idol | college | genre: angst word count: 979 words summary: your relationship with Hongjoong slowly begins to dwindle due to his girl best friend and you still can't help but feel like it's your fault. a/n: some swearing

Hongoong and you sat on the couch in your shared apartment with your friend. Finally, you were spending time together, as the whole summer he was busy with his friends, especially his childhood best friend Kat. Every time you asked your boyfriend to hang out, something happened to Kat.

" oh sorry sweetie, Kat still needs me"

"oh, can we reschedule? Kat said she needed my help"

"oh - I'm sorry my love, I'm already going with Kat and the boys."

You had your friends, of course, but the plans with Hongjoong that were made prior seemed to have slipped his mind once Kat begged for his attention. The phone vibrating slipped you back to reality, and seeing the contact on his phone, you rolled your eyes before sitting up.

Hongjoong frowned at your reaction as he answered the phone, "Hey Kat what's up?"

You left the couch, heading to the kitchen to try and calm down. Of course, she would call as soon as she realized where he's at. Pain tugged at your heart as you heard him on the phone, promising to visit her.

"yn?" he called out.

You didn't answer, your lips trembling as you tried your best to hold in your cries. You've tried your best to get along with Kat but all your actions were shot down and just cries wolf.

" I'm so sorry baby- hey what's wrong?"

You shook your head, wiping your tears from your eyes as you gave him your best smile. He held you in place, his arms resting on your waist.

"Nothing, I'll see you later yes?" You mumbled, pecking his cheek.

He kissed you on the forehead and mumbled an "I love you" before he headed out. Now you stand in the kitchen, alone, tears flowing down freely.

-

Hongjoong couldn't shake the feeling that followed him as he reached Kat's apartment. He stayed in his car, pondering on going in or returning to you. He could see how upset you were for him picking Kat over you. He thought you'll understand considering that she's his childhood friend.

"oh, Hyung!"

Hongjoong looked up, seeing Jongho and San waving him down. Exiting his car he went up to them smiling.

" did you finally break up with yn? The poor thing was crying when we dropped Mingi off. It was kinda awkward considering we're mutual friends." San asked.

" yeah, Mingi was furious though. To be fair - you barely seen her all summer. She should have gotten the message with how much you've been running to Kat." Jongho said, munching on the apple he had in his hand.

Hongjoong eyebrows furrowed in confusion. " what are you talking about? Yn and I are still very much together."

San and Jongho looked at each other before looking back at Hongjoong. " and why was she crying? I just left her apartment. Kat called me saying it was an emergency."

San scoffed, "Emergency my ass. Dude, are you serious? "

" yeah, I never broke up with her."

" sure as hell don't show it. How are you going to drag yn along as it's very clear that Kat is doing this to hurt her." Jongho spoke.

" Kat would never, she knows how much yn means to me. She would never -"

" oh hongjoongie! You made it!" Kat cried out, rushing over to the 3 males who stood around the parking lot.

San and Jongho left without bidding goodbye - never really liking Kat. Kat ignored them as well, smiling brightly as she tugged on Hongjoong's arm to head inside.

" what's the emergency, Kat? I left yn apartment -"

" oh - just that uhm "

Hongjoong pulled his arm back, Kat trying her best to come up with something on the spot. She knew he was there - his location was clearly being shown. She hated yn - it was a known thing to everyone but Hongjoong. Entering their apartment, Hongjoong stood by the door wanting to make a quick exit.

" Kat," Hoongjoong said, crossing his arms.

" god, you're so fucking oblivious Hongjoong. Can't you see how much I've tried to take you away from yn? Everyone else does! It's why they refuse to come and hang out with us!"

Hongjoong stood there shocked. The affection that Kat had shown Hongjoong throughout the years finally makes sense as he recalls them.

"Why would you? Yn has been nothing but nice to you!" Hongjoong yelled back, furious now as he hurt you the most without even realizing it.

" she's a dumb bitch but I'll give her some credit. She does love you. She's like some lovesick puppy who'll wait for their owner who abandoned them." Kat spat, clearly angered that someone truly loves him like she does.

Hongjoong scoffed, "No I'm the dumb one. I kept running back to you, thinking I could salvage our relationship. I was wrong"

Turning to leave her apartment, ignoring her screams for him to come back as he tried to call you.

the number you have dialed does not have a voicemail-

"Please pick up, I'm so sorry my love " Hongjoong mumbled, trying your phone once again.

Once he reached your apartment Mingi was the one who answered. Anger was evident on his face as he saw Hongjoong.

"Please I got to speak to her. "

" she doesn't want to talk to you," Mingi said before slamming the door.

You sat on the couch, tears freshly dried as Mingi came around and sat beside you.

"Who was it?" you asked, taking a bit of your ice cream.

" oh, someone had the wrong apartment," Mingi said.

You hummed in response, cuddling up to him as he set your plate aside. Your heart still aching as you texted Hongjoong a final message.

let's break up

[starshipsofstarlord]

Sleepless

Summary -> On the farm, you struggle to fall asleep due to all the things that you know that surround you, from the walkers in the barn to Shane. The only thing that can make you feel any comfort is Daryl (1.4k)

Warnings -> harassment, angst, fluff, manipulation, mention of death, fighting, swearing

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No matter how many times you had attempted to fall asleep, it was nearly impossible. You and the group that you had found in Atlanta had set up camp on the Greene's farm, everything seemed too good to be true, and that is exactly what it was.

Glenn had told you about the captive walkers that were held up in the barn, and it was only a matter of time until Shane with his explosive temper took control of the situation. It was better when you didn't know about the holding cell for the dead, but there was nothing that you could do to erase the cursed knowledge from your brain.

It was easier to stay awake, and so you sat beside the small fire that was throwing heat at you, whilst your comrades had already retreated to their tents. The snap of a twig alerted your ears to the presence of another, and instantaneously you were on defence, grasping your knife from the loop of your weaponry belt in the grip of your hand.

A part of you hoped that it was Daryl whom had been so cooped up with finding the whereabouts of Sophia, which made yo love him even more, however your luck dwindled when you saw who it was.

It was a boulder of a man that had changed a lot from the time that you had met him, his eyes were dark and dangerous as he headed towards you, some kind of intent in his unfaltering steps.

"Couldn't sleep either?" You asked Shane, loosening your grip on the sharp object in your hand but refusing to let it go. He grunted a reply and a stiff nod in relation to your enquiry, sitting close next to you, which made your bones stiffen. Since his best friend Rick Grimes had made a return into his life, it was as though a switch had been switched in that mind of his.

You tried not to think of his tale of how Otis had supposedly sacrificed himself either, as you among others had suspicions that he hadn't quite told you all the truth. "Something like that." He spoke. You'd never had much interaction with the man since he founded the old camp for you and the other survivors, unless you were killing walkers together or occasionally assigned to check the perimeter, however Daryl had always reminded you to be careful.

Shane may have been on the same journey as the rest of you, but he'd become more damaged through your journey to live so far. "At least there's some stars to watch, I loved looking up at them as a kid. Now the worlds gone to shit, but that is one of the only things that has't changed." It felt strange having a conversation so light hearted with the man, but it was just to bide time in your eyes until morning arose.

"Can't say the same about your taste in men - after all you're dating that redneck that is lost in the thought that he'll actually find the girl out there. I'm sure before all this you had some kind of self respect." He scoffed, which. Only made you shoot a glare at him which was equally matched with one of his own. But you knew not to retaliate, for your own protection, not after how he had hurt Lori as she had told you in secrecy.

"I think I'm tired after all." You gritted out from behind your teeth, going to stand until Shane followed you, grasping your elbow with a vice grip that would no doubt leave a bruise upon your flesh. "Shame, let go. This isn't you." This was exactly him, the cold shell of a person that he had become from the horrible things that he had bore and witnessed. Your voice had been sharp, a warning if he knew what was best for him. He'd always been smart with his sneaky actions, but the bitter scent of whisky that blew in your face told you that he wasn't in his usual solitary mind.

"Why should I? So you can go back to a man that you're too good for and cares more about a child and his dead brother than you?" That was the last straw, you couldn't let him wrap your mind in a bubble of lies about Daryl for a single second, so you raised your right hand and butted him in the nose with the dull end of your knife, causing the man to stumble back. But he still refused to retract his hand, he pulled you closer, snarling in your face.

"Shane, stop!" You yelled, hoping that someone would hear you. As he dragged you back towards the fire that now felt anything but warm to you, you rammed your boot into his shin, taking his moment of weakness to raise your blade against his throat, taking advantage of his vulnerable and slightly bent form. "You really think that doing your own thing, causing conflict and rumours is the right thing. Then shame on you. You threaten me, or slander my man again, I'll feed you to the walkers in that barn myself."

With that he finally released you, feeling an inkling of regret for the first time in months, allowing you to stroll away and back to your tent. No one had heard you, Daryl was out cold, no doubt exhausted from his endless searching. Maybe he really did care about the dead and lost more than he did you, you zipped the tent up, careful as to not wake the man in your blankets, as you curled up in the corner and rested your head upon your knees, allowing the tears to fall behind the barricade of your legs.

But even if Daryl were tired, and he hadn't heard your loud words to Shane, as it had been farther out by the cars, he definitely heard your broken sobs that you attempted to mute. He shuffled in the sleeping bag, sitting up right and searching his surroundings, until his eyes finally landed on you. In a panicked haze he slipped beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulled your head up so he could see your face. "Wha' happened?" He asked, desperately wanting to find the reason behind your pain.

"Shane, he-he.." Oh god no, Daryl thought. His blue orbs ran all over you until he saw the sore spot between your upper and lower arm, anger fuelling him into an awakened state. "He grabbed me, and I was this close to slitting his throat. I was okay with doing it, I just didn't want us to get kicked out from here - we'd die out there. And I don't want to die but Shane's gonna kill all of us." Daryl held you rather than hunting down the man that had caused you so much sorrow, as much as he wanted to, you were more important.

"Look a' me. You didn't do anything wrong, you defended yourself," he tucked your hair behind your ear, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "we should tell Rick in the morning. He's a loose cannon and if he's coming after our own, it's not just that barn we have to be wary of." That damn barn was the last of your worries now, you were turning on each other, stupidly enough when you'd found a place safer than others to reside in. "And I'll deal with Shane. No one touches ma girl." He stated, seriousness underlaying his tone.

"I love you Daryl." You hiccuped, brushing the droplets from beneath your eyes, desperately looking up at him. Everything Shane said was a lie, it was just another one of his many ploys to have everyone under his thumb, just like how he persuaded Andrea to stand beside him in some of his brash decisions. He fed off her pain from losing Amy, and he was a wolf in sheep's clothing, prowling around and hunting for his next prey. Tonight it so happened to be you.

"Love you more." He leant down, smouldering your lips with his own, gently cupping your face. "We'll get Herschel to check your arm when he's awake, right now you need to rest. And if you want to sit outside and look at the stars, you wake me, ya got it?" You nodded, laying your head on his chest and the rest of your body weight atop of him, until you finally drifted off. And for once you didn't have a nightmare, instead you saw nothing, which was a blessing in disguise, the real blessing however were that you and Daryl were still alive, and you had each other for as long as you both breathed.

[lonewolflupe]

A Different Kind Of Fireworks (One-Shot)

This is my entry for week 13 of The Clone Wars Winter Spectacular 2024 / @clone-wars-winter-challenge !

I'm still working on week 12's entry because of Christmas and all that stuff. I had intended to write this fic with Tup, but I was feeling quite down so chose to write this with Echo instead (since he's my major comfort character). I had so much fun writing this and am feeling much better now <3

Summary: You’re excited to watch the Coruscanti fireworks for the first time - but preferably with someone special Rating: Teen and up Tags: fluff, anxiety, mutual pining, friends to lovers, kissing, first kiss, New Years Words: 2.062 Pairing: 501st Echo x gen!reader Prompts: Happy New Year / "Baby It's Cold Outside" / *First Kiss* Read this one-shot here on AO3 week 11 < | week 12 < | ↓

A new year, a new beginning. At least, that’s what you were hoping for. You had moved to Coruscant after the war had started, trying to help out wherever you could. But it had been a rather lonely endeavour, leaving everything and everyone you knew behind. You were happy to get to know a handful of the millions of clone troopers who risked their lives to protect the Republic, even when you knew their chances of survival were slim. But getting to know some of them helped you feel more comfortable around the place, and you liked the thought of making their rotations a little bit brighter.

And one of them seemed to be making your own rotations a bit brighter as well.

You sat at 79’s counter, fidgeting with the rim of your sleeve. You felt hopeful for him to appear and at the same time, devastated because he probably wouldn’t. So many of them didn’t return after a mission or a campaign, and you felt like his chances were dwindling every time he was being sent out again. You were probably getting yourself hurt for attaching yourself to him, but you couldn’t help it; the short moments you had spent with him had been worth all the worrying.

Completely lost in your own thoughts, you almost missed the small group of clones entering the cantina. It was the loud voices of two of them that made you snap back into reality, and when you glanced over hopefully, an enthusiastic smile appeared on your face when you finally noticed him. You turned around on your barstool a bit awkward; you tried acting casually, but from the inside, you were bustling with anticipation. You almost couldn’t wait to spend the evening with him, now that he was back on Coruscant. Especially this evening.

“Fives, I’m telling you, disabling an AAT does not count towards your killstreak,” you heard Jesse’s voice shouting over the crowd. Fives waved his brother’s remark away with a smug expression on his face. “Well, tell that to the shinies I saved by doing so,” came his reply, earning him a subtle head shake from Echo. “Is it really called a killstreak if it’s clankers? I mean, we don’t kill any of them, technically,” Echo remarked, being practical as ever, making you chuckle softly. “But what if we shoot them into oblivion and there’s nothing left to be remade?” Jesse added to the discussion, as he raised an eyebrow and folded his arms. Another head shake from Echo, before he replied: “You can’t kill something that’s not alive.”

“They feel alive enough to me,” Fives replied with a sigh, before a silence washed over them. But after a brief moment, Fives’ gaze reached you. You were still sitting on the barstool, a sheepish smile appearing on your face when he noticed you, awkwardly waving to them as a welcome. Fives’ expression lit up in an instant, before his lips slid into a mischievous smirk. He bumped his elbow into Echo before he nodded towards you. “Speaking about feeling alive,” he snickered to his brother, not loud enough for you to hear.

Echo’s face brightened in an instant when he noticed you, but he tried to hide his enthusiasm, pushing away Fives’ arm before he mustered the courage to walk up towards you. Fives and Jesse followed close behind. “I was afraid you guys wouldn’t be around to celebrate tonight,” you smiled at them when they reached you, saving your most genuine smile for Echo. You looked away a bit flustered when his gaze met yours, turning back towards the bar to order some new drinks.

“We wouldn’t want to miss spending it with you,” Fives grinned, landing a heavy hand on Echo’s shoulder as he spoke the words. Echo tried shrugging it off, but his brother was very persistent. “I tried claiming a booth,” you said whilst grabbing the freshly poured drinks and handing them to the boys, “but as you can see, it’s quite crowded tonight.” You handed Echo’s glass last, and when you did, your fingers briefly touched. You felt how a warm feeling erupted inside you and made for your head, so you quickly turned your face away from him.

“As was expected,” Jesse said with a click of his tongue whilst looking around, taking the crowded place in. When he returned his attention to the group, he raised his drink before you all clinked your glasses together and drank your beverages. “We could have made a pretty impressive fireworks show ourselves,” he continued, after finishing his drink. “I mean, I know a few troopers from the 501st who would love to help put something together.” You chuckled softly, picturing the spectacle Jesse was talking about, before addressing them. “I’d love to see that one day. But for tonight, I’m more than excited to watch Coruscant’s fireworks.”

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The lot of you had been able to confiscate a booth later during the evening, and were enjoying each other's company with more stories, drinks and laughter. You had subtly slid on the couch at Echo’s side, trying to sit close to him, but not too close to make it any suspicious. You talked about their missions and your work back at Coruscant, but also managed to inform them about the current state of Coruscant and the Republic. When it was nearly midnight, you started shifting in your seat.

“Got some place to go?” Fives asked you with another of his trademark smirks; of course he had noticed the shift in your demeanour - and felt the need to make a remark about it. You swallowed whilst picking your next words carefully. “I, er- I’d like to go watch the fireworks outside. I don’t suppose any of you want to join?” Fives leaned backwards in his seat, the content look on his face not making you any more comfortable about his intentions.

Whilst Fives remained silent for a chance, Jesse started nodding enthusiastically. Although he preferred creating their own fireworks show, he didn’t mind watching this one - for his own pleasure, or to boast about how much more interesting he could make his own show. He was ready to jump to his feet, but got discouraged by Fives’ hand on his shoulder. You had no idea what Fives was up to, but the stern look he shot Jesse did make the latter change his mind. “Baby, it’s, er- it’s cold outside,” he stammered slowly, not as confident as he had been before.

Fives looked back at you, clicking his tongue in defeat, slowly shaking his head to show you how much he agreed with his brother. It was cold outside, and warm inside - and there was booze here. And Jesse’s words about them being able to create a better show kept repeating in your mind. You should have known they didn’t return to Coruscant to watch the fireworks with you. As you shyly lowered your gaze, it was lost on you how Fives shifted his attention towards Echo, giving him an encouraging nod towards you.

Echo clearing his throat made you look up at him, dread taking you in its grasp as you were preparing yourself for another rejection. But the soft look on his face made you regain hope. “I’d like to accompany you outside,” he said to you, his voice practical as always, but there was a warmth to it you only noticed in his voice. With eyes wide open, you looked up at him, almost in disbelief. “Y-you would?” Instead of a spoken reply, he rose to his feet and granted you a welcoming gesture with his hand, silently asking you to join him. Your face was beaming when you did. “I guess until next year,” Fives grinned as you and Echo made for 79’s exit.

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The Coruscanti nightlife was bustling like always, but you still managed to find a spot near the edge in front of 79’s, overlooking one of the planet’s many entertainment districts. The view was breathtaking, and all the movement and lights below almost looked like the fireworks show had already started. And besides, you were alone with Echo; even if the show wouldn’t be as spectacular as you were hoping, this night would be perfect regardless.

“Thanks for joining me outside,” you said softly, your voice just loud enough to carry over the noises around you. “Of course,” he smiled at you, leaning his forearms on the balustrade in front of you. He let his gaze slide over the view in front of you, and you watched how a soft breeze played with his hair. It wasn’t as wild and wavy as Fives’, but you noticed he wasn’t wearing the standard clone haircut anymore. You wanted to run your fingers through his subtle curls, to feel the warmth coming from his skin, to drown yourself in his eyes - but you didn’t know how to tell him what you felt for him.

You shifted on your feet nervously and chuckled, trying to regain yourself from your wandering thoughts. The sound of your soft laughter made him look at you with an adoration that made you almost melt on the spot. When you tried keeping the conversation going, you stammered to get the words out right. “I-I’ve actually never seen the, er- the fireworks before. Here on Coruscant, that is.” He huffed at your words, and you didn’t know if it was from amusement or irony. “Me neither,” he said softly, casting his eyes down for a moment before he found yours again.

And for a moment, you lost yourself in them. His eyes were the most beautiful, lively ones you had ever seen, and it looked like they held a galaxy of their own; they were smouldering like embers in a fire, shining like a rippling stream on a warm planet. They were calming, and the comfort they brought you wrapped you like a blanket. “That doesn’t surprise me,” was your reply, but you didn’t know if it was merely a thought or if you really spoke them out loud.

After a moment in which you had lost all conscience of time, you noticed a playful flicker in his eyes just before his lips started moving. “Don’t forget about the fireworks,” he said to you, his lips landing shut into an amused smile. You almost did forget about the fireworks. And if you had, you felt like you hadn’t missed a thing. You blinked a few times, getting back into reality only to realise the fireworks had indeed started already. You suddenly noticed the loud explosions around you, the lights painting the city in a different light, the sounds of wonder and excitement around you.

In awe, you silently mouthed a ‘wow’ as you beheld the spectacle of fireworks all around you. It was everything you had hoped for - and so much more, with Echo by your side. “It’s so pretty!” you said out loud after some more gazing, and with enthusiasm beaming from your face, you turned back to Echo, meeting his warm eyes again. “Yeah, it is,” was his reply, as he was already - or still - looking at you. He seemed completely taken by you, mesmerised by the way the lights reflected in your eyes. You suddenly wondered if he was even talking about the fireworks.

“W-what?” you murmured softly, just before you got pushed towards him due to all the excitement around you, making you bump into Echo. He caught you, gently wrapping his arms around you to make sure you couldn’t be tossed about any more. Your breath got caught in the back of your throat just when you looked back up at him, suddenly recognising the longing radiating from his face - the same longing you had been feeling towards him.

“Happy New Year,” he whispered softly, just loud enough for you to hear, before he leaned towards you. And in a moment where everything around you started to blur and you forgot everything about the fireworks you had been so eager to see, he pressed his lips against yours. And with it, he warmed your body, he eased your mind and he satisfied your longing. For a moment, there wasn’t a worry in the galaxy as you were experiencing this different kind of fireworks. With this first kiss, he had made the new beginning you had hoped for.

Fives would make such a great wingman (especially to Echo) <3

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[elizabeth-holland24]

The Beast Within-Chapter 9 (Part 2)

At Jakes room

He led her to his room and handed her the enchanted mirror. “You can use this to see him.”

Mausi’s hands trembled as she whispered, “Show me my father.” The mirror revealed Pete, struggling as two men held him captive.

“Papa!” she cried. “He’s in trouble.”

“Then you must go to him,” Jake said softly.

Mausi stared at him, stunned. “What did you say?”

Jake’s expression was resolute. “You must go to him. There is no time to waste.”

Mausi shook her head, trying to hand the mirror back. “No… I can’t take this.”

Jake’s clawed hand closed around hers, steadying it. “Keep it. Then you’ll always have a way to look back on me.”

Mausi’s heart fractured. She wanted to speak, to tell him she wasn’t ready to leave, but her father’s face in the mirror reminded her of what was at stake. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

She turned to leave, her steps hesitant, her heart warring with itself. At the door, she stopped and glanced back. Jake stood motionless, his eyes filled with unspoken words. But there was no time. She ran, clutching the mirror tightly.

Jake watched her go, his chest constricting painfully. He knew he had done the right thing, but it didn’t hurt any less. Turning back into the room, he slumped against the wall, a broken whisper escaping him. “Goodbye, Mausi.”

Jake’s voice trailed off, and he sank to his knees, overwhelmed by the silence that now filled the castle. The once-lively air felt stifling, the walls closing in as though they, too, shared his heartbreak.

The enchanted objects gathered around, their expressions mirroring the grief etched across Jake’s face. Bradley, ever the optimist, tried to lift the mood. “Well, Jake, I’ve had my doubts, but everything is moving like clockwork. True love really does win the day.”

Jake’s response was quiet, barely a whisper. “I let her go…”

Bradley blinked in disbelief. “You what?!”

“I let her go,” Jake repeated, louder this time, the weight of the words pressing on his chest like a crushing blow.

Javy stepped forward, his brows furrowed in frustration. “Jake, why did you do that?”

“I had to…” Jake’s voice cracked, and he looked away, unable to meet their eyes.

“But why?” Javy demanded, his tone sharp but tinged with desperation.

“Because he loves her…” Penny answered softly, her warm glow dimming as realization dawned.

Javy’s expression turned to one of confusion and anger. “Then why are we not human?!”

Jake’s claws dug into the stone floor as he growled, “Because she doesn’t love me… and now, it’s too late.”

Bradley tried to interject, his voice filled with hope. “But she might still come back—”

Jake cut him off with a bitter shake of his head. “No. I set her free.” He paused, his eyes glistening. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do the same for you.”

Javy took a step back, his face falling as the finality of Jake’s words sank in. The objects looked at each other, the faint hope they’d clung to slipping away like grains of sand through their fingers.

Jake’s voice dropped to a low murmur. “Now go… our time is almost past.”

The enchanted objects retreated reluctantly, leaving Jake alone with his thoughts. He slumped against the wall, his shoulders heavy with despair.

In the solitude of his chambers, Jake sat by the rose, its glow dimming with every passing second. He stared at the petals, his mind racing with memories of Mausi’s laughter, her courage, the warmth of her hand in his. A single tear rolled down his furred cheek, a rare and fragile expression of the love he could never voice.

“Why?” he whispered to the rose, his voice hoarse. “Why did I wait so long? Why didn’t I tell her?”

The rose swayed slightly in its case, as if responding to his pain. Jake reached out but stopped short, afraid to touch it, afraid to hasten its fall.

“Perhaps… this was never meant to be,” he murmured, his voice hollow. He turned away from the rose, unable to face the symbol of his dwindling hope.

The castle around him seemed to echo his despair. He roamed the halls aimlessly, his massive frame casting shadows that loomed like spectres. He found himself in the ballroom, the place where he’d first begun to see her as more than a prisoner—where he’d first dared to hope.

He could still see her there in his mind’s eye, her delicate frame moving gracefully across the floor as they danced. Her laughter had filled the room like sunlight breaking through storm clouds. Now, the silence was deafening.

Jake wandered up the staircase, his claws dragging along the banister. From the window, he could see the distant forest, the path Mausi would take to save her father. His heart clenched at the thought of her leaving, of her never returning.

“She’s my light,” he realized, his heart aching. “And now, I’ve sent her away.”

Jake stood at the highest window of the west tower, his eyes fixed on the shrinking figure of Mausi in the distance. He tried to commit every detail to memory—her dark hair, the determined set of her shoulders, the way she glanced back over her shoulder as though she might change her mind.

But she didn’t. She kept running.

Jake’s chest heaved as he let out a guttural roar that echoed through the castle, a sound of raw anguish that spoke of love and loss too great to bear.

The enchanted objects, hidden in the shadows, watched with heavy hearts. Bradley wiped an invisible tear from his porcelain cheek. “She’ll come back. She has to.”

Javy shook his head, his tone grim. “He’s right. It’s too late.”

As Jake turned away from the window, the last traces of light in his eyes dimmed. He retreated into the depths of the castle, his once-proud frame hunched under the crushing weight of his despair.

He had done the right thing. He had set her free. But as the silence closed in, one unbearable truth remained—freedom had come at the cost of his heart.

A/N: Merry Late Christmas. So I wanted to upload this before but got a little busy, you know how the holidays are. But yeah we are near the end, I hope you guys love this chapter. This one is dedicated to my bestfriend, my ride or die, my pookie. Remember to like, comment or weblog and tell me your thoughts. Thank you so much for the love and support on this story. Don't forget to comment, like and reblog, so I know if you are enjoying it.  Love you guys and thanks for reading  <3

[honeysickledream]

'Overgrown' - Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader | Chapter Three

['banner' photo credit : me (@honeysickledream) | dividers by @/saradika-graphics]

tags / cw: Middle Ages-ish AU, some period typical misogyny, relationship struggles, miscommunication / lack of communication, minor (?) hurt w/ comfort, past arguments, reconciliation, forced / arranged marriage, F!Reader, no use of Y/N, no physical descriptions of reader, their relationship is now on the mend, reader is a midwife | lmk if i missed anything Word Count: ~2.0k A/N: The first part of this chapter is a massive flashback to the arrangement of the marriage, the wedding, and so on. I promise things are getting better, they talk about shit, yeah…. sorry it's taken a few weeks to get this done. Synopsis: You had married Simon four months ago, the whole thing some stupid forced arrangement. You had left everything you knew behind to live with Simon in his cabin a few miles out from his hometown. You weren't sure you could classify your relationship as a marriage, or even say truthfully that you lived with him because he wasn't around very often. Some part of you hopes things improve, but you're not unwillingly to do what you can to live the life you'd originally planned for.

Chap. 1 | Chap. 2 | Chap. 4

The whole situation had begun because your father had made, with what little he had to his name to begin with, bad investments. His intentions in making those investments had been somewhat good-natured, you supposed. Wanting to increase the family’s wealth that had been dwindling for two generations, each year another chunk of land gone, a handful of ancient brooches sold off to pay the few servants that remained and to keep food in people’s bellies.

To save the family from utter ruin for the last few years, your father had called for suitors for his daughters and sent his sons off to find agreeable matches. Over three years, your two older sisters had found what seemed to be love matches, and your brothers had married suitable ladies, but you remained the unmarried one, not that you minded it.

You had continued to spend your days tending to injuries the servants gained or helping the few livestock that remained bring their little ones into the world. You even slipped into the city, when your father and mother were too busy worrying over the finances, to apprentice with the midwives there, earning money as you did so that you contributed to the household funds (even though your earnings were meager).

Then the world changed. One late night as you attempted to enter the aged manor your family had inhabited since time immemorial, you came across a rough man with an imposing stature and an equal seriousness who was sitting in the parlor…glaring at your father who was trying his best to be just as imposing, except he failed. The furrow in your father’s brow made you want to scoff, to giggle at him like you had done when he was little, but when he looked at you with shame, you felt your soul die a little.

Apparently your father, without your knowledge, had sent out feelers for a possible betrothal for you. The finances had taken an even sharper decline, the household suddenly unable to support the few livestock and servants that remained, and you. The insults and threats you had hurled that night had made even your betrothed go wide-eyed where he sat. Yet there was no changing what had already been agreed upon, and for four whole days, you had been under house-arrest to ensure you didn’t flee to the city and weasel your way into one of the midwives’ houses for the rest of your life.

The wedding had been held on the fourth night, an embarrassing affair that made your skin crawl and burn even months after. Your siblings had not been there, only your parents, the priest, one loyal former servant who caught wind of the event, and the town lord from Simon’s region had also been in attendance. It felt more like the secret weddings some of the patients from the city had right before their babies came, but that wasn’t why. Your family simply couldn’t afford a grand event for you, and any guests you would have wanted wouldn’t have been able to make it on such short notice.

Once the vows had been sealed with a hesitant and short peck, you were practically dragged to a carriage, secured inside it with Simon across from you, and spent the one-day journey glaring at Simon or looking at the countryside to keep from crying (which worked about as well as a holey barrel storing water during a thunderstorm at sea).

The carriage had stopped at the edge of the woods where Simon’s family’s cabin was, forcing the two of you to hike three miles to the old building. Luckily, and unluckily, you’d not been able (allowed) to pack many belongings, so all you carried with you was an old medical case from one of the midwives, and a case full of simple clothing and another pair of shoes. Simon carried your trousseau, along with his case of clothing. He had offered to carry all your belongings to make the hike easier for you, but you’d shot him down quickly and hurried on ahead.

Simon gave you a quick tour of the cabin once you’d arrived. He had shown you his bedroom, which has a bed big enough for the two of you. At the sight of it, the implications of what would happen now that you were husband and wife, made your panic and anger bubble over. In that moment, you’d told him angrily that you hadn’t wanted to marry him—or anyone—in the first place, and that you absolutely refused to be touched. That this wasn’t what your life was supposed to amount to

Then Simon had told you that the idea of marriage had never been particularly appealing to him either, that he’d had his arm twisted to into marrying someone, anyone, and your father had just so happened to extend an invitation to discuss a possible betrothal. The whole thing was some sort of marriage of convenience for him, that you were free to do whatever you wanted to do and to leave him out of it.

The night ended with the two of you in different rooms, and in the morning, you and Simon agreed to be husband and wife on paper only.

You hadn’t thought this through, that much was plainly obvious. Neither of you had uttered a word to each other after you suggested the two of you talk while he went to market. You followed him closely, much like a lost puppy, as he wove through the customers in the marketplace.

When he stopped at a stall to examine a merchant’s goods, he took his sweet time looking over every piece he could get his hands on before deciding he wanted to go elsewhere. You were trying to find the right time to fall into step beside him, to broach the subject that had been hanging between you for months now, but he didn’t make it easy.

When you did manage to be beside him, he was engaged in conversing with merchants, ordering full pecks of apples to be delivered by the middle of the week or haggling prices for full sacks of flour and sugar that would also be delivered. He always got what he wanted in the end, either because the merchants were terrified of his presence that seemed to engulf everything, or because he was just that good at finding the middle ground that made every one happy.

“Choose,” he said to you as he motioned to the display of vegetables from one of the granges. “Larder’s all but empty, and the garden’s not goin’ to produce enough for us both this late into autumn.”

He wasn't wrong, the garden was on its last legs for the year, so you began to peruse the vegetables. The friars had an abundance of skirret and leeks, onions and squash. You grabbed up the produce as possibilities for meals filled your mind: stew with squash, skirret and a bit of the meat Simon had requested from the butcher. An onion loaf with some cheese baked into it, maybe some leek tarts.

Simon paid the friars once you stepped back from the display after filling his basket with more than enough vegetables. Simon flashed you a smile, a faint one but a smile all the same. Something about it made your heart clench.

There wasn’t much time to analyze the feeling because Simon was moving to the next stall and then the next. The sun hung low by the time his shopping desires were sated and the basket you carried was almost too heavy to handle alongside your medical bag. His paced slowed enough for you to fall into step beside him as you made your way to the town square.

You sat on the bench angled towards the town fountain, the full basket and your medical bag separating you. Simon fiddled with one of the thin lengths of skirret, his blunt nails scraping at the rough and dirtied peel. The major crowds had died down around the town square, a gentle hum of conversations and laughter coming from the side streets and promenades.

Now was as good a time as any, you realized with a sigh. “Simon,” you started softly and he went stock still, nearly dropping the root vegetable. Your skin prickled as his gaze cut to you. “I…haven’t been fair to you. I wasn’t fair the night we met, the day we married and you brought me here. All the anger I feel towards my father, this entire situation, has been directed towards you and it’s not right.”

“’aven’t been fair to ya, either,” he muttered. “Marriage wasn’t supposed to be in the cards f’r me. Swore on my father’s deathbed that the Riley line would end with me, then the damned town lord came ‘round some fifteen years later sayin’ I had too much wealth and land to continue doin’ nothin’ with. He gave me an ultimatum: find a wife and use the land, the money I ‘ave, to support her and a family or…he would do what he could to take it all from me. My father never left a proper will. Yet another way he fucked me over. So, I got my friends to help me find someone. Price found ya father’s offer: marriage to a learned, talented bride if the groom helped the family with their financial struggles. The papers were signed before ya got ‘ome that night. I thought you’d agreed to the whole thing, if I realized ya hadn’t, I wouldn’t ‘ave signed. But I couldn’t go back on my word, I’ve some honor left in me.”

“You’ve more than some honor, Simon,” you told him quickly. You finally looked at him and gave him the best smile you could muster. He had a crooked nose, you noticed for the first time, and it was charming. Though you wanted to chastise whoever had set it so poorly. “How do we go about repairing things? Slowly, I know that much, especially when you could be called away to do whatever it is you do with your friends.” There was a hint of bitterness in your voice, you weren’t sure where it came from or why. You hated the feeling though. It made you nauseated.

“We’re mercenaries,” he told you, the honesty warmed your heart. “When we’re gone for days, it’s to do what mercenaries do.” He leaned back on the bench, head tilted to the sky. “We go at this slowly, like ya said, and with ‘onesty at the forefront of everythin’. Here’s my first step: I don’t want children. Ever. I plan to keep the promise that the Riley line doesn’t continue past me.”

Relief settled over you. Children had never been part of your plan, none of this had been, but to know he didn’t want children, that there would be no expectation to have children? “I don’t want them either. Children are fine to be around in small bursts, but I’ve never seen myself as very…maternal.”

He barked a laugh and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “There’s some irony there, given your profession, no?”

“I’d said there’s a bit of irony in everything we choose to do. A doctor might not want to get ill, yet he still rushes into the plague houses to help people, does he not? A sapper doesn’t wish to be crushed, yet he lays charges and does his best to rush from the structure he’s attempting to cripple. In all honestly, I became a midwife because there’s a lack of support from others that women must contend with during that part of their life. If I can lessen their troubles just a little, I feel like I’ve made the world a little better.”

“They’re lucky to have ya,” he said. He waved the around the poor skirret he’d been fiddling with, the air scented withe a faint peppery aroma. “Will ya teach me how to cook with this...thing tonight?”

“It’s skirret and yes,” you laughed, “I’ll teach you how to cook with it.”

(at some point I gave up with putting an accent to simon's dialogue, i think. anyways, there's the third chapter. i need to go study for the jeopardy game my class is doing for midterm practice tomorrow)

[stolen-magpie]

Found in the Guild Hall Loke/Leo x reader Mostly fluff, slight angst Warnings: small mention of injury, nothing major Enjoy!! A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts for over six months, so I think it's high time I posted it. Once again, no proofread, we die like men. =================

It was not uncommon for you and Loke to be found together in the Fairy Tail guild hall. He would be flirting with his swarms of fans while you sat nearby, doing whatever else. Reviewing jobs, reading or chatting with friends; it didn't matter what it was, you were happy just to be near Loke. And he was just as content to be close to you, which is why when these girls tried to drag him away on dates, he would coolly make an excuse on why he needed to stay in the hall. His quiet glances towards you going unnoticed.

In the evenings, when it was just you two and a handful of other guild members left, the two of you followed a routine: He would make a comment about how late it was and how no lady had any business walking home alone at this time, you would agree then lament about how you had no one to keep you company, and then he would make an offer to walk with you. And why on earth would you say no? It was in these walks home that you began to grow closer.

Not to say that you knew everything about Loke, oh no, just like you he had some things he would rather keep private. But that was alright, it didn't hinder the growth of a small warmth in your chest, hidden right behind your heart.

The closeness between the two of you warped and shifted over time. You went from seldom partnering up on a job to always having his company. His hoard of girls slowly dwindled, until you noticed it was often just Loke and you. You would put down whatever you were doing just to talk to Loke, and you two talked a great deal more than you used to. Your eyes lingered on him more frequently as he moved about the hall, when you used to be more interested in your work. Now these changes were not unwelcome things, in fact, it made you look upon him a little fonder.

It was on a job when you realized you might no longer be simple friends. You had been injured, nothing major, if it had been Natsu or Gray, Loke would have just told them to walk it off. But it was not the same for you. You meant more to Loke than either of those two. He was practically on top of you the moment he saw the hit land, covering you from any more blows. Loke, at his core, was a protector. It was a trait of his that was tried and true, even if it left him hurt in the end, he would persevere. The wizard that hurt you didn't stand a chance. Loke got you home safe, just as he had done for the past three years.

Despite this growing closeness, there was still a wall between the two of you. You could hardly tell if it was created by yourself or him, but you knew it was there. He began to act strange and distant. Not like the flirty man you knew. You started to miss someone who hadn't left.

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When Lucy brought your weak and tired friend back to you and you finally understood the totality of his situation, it was quickly decided (by you) that you would be his constant. You refused to leave his side, much the same way Lucy had, as he pushed and pushed for you to see him as some awful monster. But he was no monster. Loke was your friend. Leo was your friend. And no past wrongdoing would change that (you kept to yourself that you hadn't thought what he had done was wrong to begin with), Even with his initial persistence at dismissing you, he did eventually let you back into his life (he never really wanted you gone to start with).

The two of you started going on jobs again together, gradually spending less and less time apart. Rumors buzzed around the guild that people had seen you going to dinners and holding hands when shopping together at the market. So, it came as no surprise when you announced that you had started dating. After that, it was not uncommon for you and Leo to be found together in the Fairy Tail guild hall.

[r0ttenhearts]

end of summer blues

thoma x situationship! reader

sypnosis: with the end of summer your relationship with him dwindles

a/n: super self indulgent this is a comfort fic for me sorry if he’s ooc

it was finally over. the day you had feared would eventually come. thoma was a sweet boy, holding a place near and dear to your heart as you both grew up together. with two confused teenagers came the need to have a certain type of closeness that’s reserved for lovers.

deep in your heart you knew it was wrong, you knew it hurt him. he loved you for awhile, and you loved him too. but you fell for him once he was in the arms of another girl. a girl that was everything you were not. you couldn’t hate her for it, she was just kind to him. and he had found it in him to move on from you.

it didn’t help the ache in your heart as you sat alone on the edge of your porch. a melting bright blue popsicle in your hand, the other half melting on the wrapper beside you. six years of pain, six years of memories, gone. the blonde haired boy slowly disappeared from your life, texts and calls going unread. his profiles on social media now matching ayaka’s, his bio’s filled with cheese love lines. it made you feel sick.

you remembered the last time you spoke to him, the tears in your eyes and the indifference in his voice. it was as if he was talking to someone he hated, not a friend of six years.

“what do you want me to tell you, (y/n)? sorry, we can still have sex and live together?”

“you’re such a fucking asshole, thoma.”

fat tears rolled down your cheek, the melting blue ice finally splatting on the floor.

“why can’t you be calm about this? just because i’m with ayaka doesn’t mean we don’t have to be friends.”

“it hurts too much to see you replace me and disappear. i don’t want you to only come to me when she’s not satisfying you.”

“you didn’t hate it, (y/n). don’t lie.”

your phone still sat in your pocket, his profiles all blocked and restricted from being able to view anything about you.

“just let me go, thoma. we both have other things to hold onto, different things that make us happy. i won’t do this with you anymore.”

“we’ve been friends for years (y/n). i’m not gonna throw away a quick fuck just because you wanna be dramatic.”

that sweet smile you once looked forward to seeing was nowhere in sight that night. the glare and scoff on his pretty features were unrecognizable. this is what he thought of you after years of friendship. after years of consoling each other and being there for one another.

“i’m done, thoma. taroumaru deserves better than what you’re doing now.”

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a/n: gosh that argument hurt so bad i was shaking the whole time i hope i never see him again

part II