#and then gets to live the rest of his life with that dream bubble burst SO HARD

[antianakin]

It truly sucks SO HARD for Luke that his little dream of this perfect heroic dad Anakin Skywalker is, in reality, Anakin Skywalker the selfish greedy racist fascist genocidal bitch.

Like he's just gotta live with that, now.

[tidetfs]

Dan stared at the bottle he had ordered. Never thinking it would actually have arrived from the sketchy online seller, the liquid within shone a bright orange. Bringing the bottle to his nose, the 20-year old nerdy college student recalled the ad: "become a hot, dumb, smelly, musky, blonde himbo Aussie surfer dude with long hair!" - what he initially thought as ridiculous and something that would only live in his fantasies, he began to think the ad might have been a little real as he popped the cork and gave it a sniff, recoiling. It smelled like the combination of the sea and a high school locker room!

The ad had promised a transformation time of 30 minutes, and for the effects to last forever! Dan looked around at his room...did he really want to do this? Leave his nerdy life behind? As soon as he began to have doubts, he forced himself to rip the cork off the bottle. Before the smell got too bad, Dan imagined the stuff was just a shot of vodka he always saw his hot roommate taking, plugged his nose, and downed the whole bottle.

As he finished the last drops of the nasty liquid, Dan felt the effects immediately. His stomach felt warm and gurgly. A wave of heat and energy washed over his body, causing him to drop the empty bottle and fall to his knees. He suddenly felt rejuvenated, as if he could go outside right this instant and put his pudgy body through a fifty mile run, while at the same time feeling a strong urge to vomit. As Dan tried to stand, he felt another wave of heat coursing through his body. Dan screamed as his veins felt like they would burst out of his skin, falling back to the floor.

Dan moaned again as the heat began to become unbearable, his shirt becoming wet with sweat as he struggled to pry it off. Panting, Dan struggled to remove his shorts too, almost feeling as if he was basking in the hot summer sun. Once his clothes were all off, Dan laid there on the floor, a puddle of sweat surrounding his body. Suddenly, the vomiting urge disappeared, and was replaced by a new one.

"I-I'm horny..." Dan mumbled as he reached down to stroke his hardening cock, a few inches long. He had never been able to get hard, and certainly had never had a wet dream or orgasm, let alone masturbate. But now, Dan couldn't stop himself from touching his cock, and the feeling was electric. It had never felt so good before!

"What is this?!" Dan gasped as his cock seemed to pulse with each stroke. Dan was in heaven, his whole body tingling as he began to play with his nipples, never before having considered that area pleasurable. He didn't even notice the slow growth of hair on his arms, chest, and legs. As Dan began to furiously stroke his lengthening cock, small blonde hairs began to peek out of his head, and a thin patch of pubic hair sprouted. Dan moaned and thrashed about, his cock pulsing with pleasure as it slowly became longer and thicker, surpassing 9 inches and growing to the width of a beer can. Dan began thrusting into his hand as the pulsating head spurted precum like a fountain, dribbling down to his new mess of blonde public hairs that was still growing, becoming an out of control forest reeking of fresh sweat.

"Oh fuck yes" Dan moaned as the rest of him began to grow. Dan's feet began to pulse and crack spreading across the cold tile floor as wild, bushy tufts of bright blonde hair sprouted between his toes and grew up his feet, soon surpassing size 12 as Dan cried out in pleasure. His legs began to swell, becoming thick, toned and covered in sweaty, sticky blonde hair, reeking of male scent and...gnarly waves? Dan began to question how he would know this smell, but the heat overcame him again as his legs pushed him taller to a striking 6'2. His thighs and ass swelled, his hips and waist widening with them as his muscles grew stronger and thicker, his ass cheeks soon swelling to the size of a small chair cushion and bouncing with every move, his hips wider than the doors as he was left with a small, round, bubble butt that shook like jello when he moved. Here too, a jungle of smelly, sweaty blonde hair consumed his ass as Dan screamed in pleasure, his hands kneading the soft flesh as he thrusted his cock into the air.

"Yesssssss" Dan cried, as the heat began to spread up from his crotch to his abdominals. His stomach began to grow outward, the pudge melting away and giving way to a firm, chiseled, rock hard 6-pack abs that glistened with sweat. Dan's nipples became dark, sensitive nubs of flesh, his pecs swollen with muscle as they began to pulse. Screaming at the pleasure coursing through his chest, Dan ran his hands up the chiseled surface of his abs, feeling them become coated in a sheen of rancid sweat that would never truly wash away. As he began to grope and massage his bloating man tits, the blonde jungle from his crotch began to consume his chest and underarms, his armpits turning into a wet, sweaty pit that would forever stink, the blonde hair growing thicker and curlier with each second. Even with his arms resting at his sides, the pits would still spill outwards, a mountain of hairy flesh and sweat. His chest became swollen, the pecs now growing large and round, a pair of thick, perky, sweaty man tits that would shake like water balloons with any movement. The hair on his chest went into overdrive, thickening and spreading as a trail formed up the middle of his back, ensuring any shirt he wore would be ruined by sweat, no matter the number of showers he had.

As Dan continued to massage the still-growing mounds of muscle on his chest, his arms began to pulse with the summer heat. With each wave, Dan screamed in ecstasy, as the veins and muscles underneath his skin swelled, becoming thicker and bigger. The reeking blonde jungle from his crotch and chest, now complete, consumed his biceps, triceps, and forearms, growing into a dense mat that would only grow and grow until the day he died, a permanent, rancid stench that would make him the subject of attention wherever he went. Dan moaned as his arms began to flex, his hands reaching up to the ceiling as his hands swelled, growing longer, larger, and thicker, the hands of a brute. As he used his new hands on his raging cock, he felt the heat once more as his shoulders began to pulse, feeling them widen as his back grew thick and powerful with strong muscle, his broad shoulders bulging with the same power.

"O-oh f-fuck..." Dan moaned, as he flexed his arms, feeling them bulge with raw strength, biceps and triceps thicker than a normal person's thighs, the smelly blonde jungle making them seem even bigger. He breathed deeply as his cock continue to leak, his whole body dripping with sweat, as the heat began to travel up into his neck as it grew thicker and wider, giving him the appearance of the jocks he wanted so much to be like. Dan moaned, feeling his voice drop deeper and deeper into a low, sensual baritone as his Adam's apple pushed outwards, forming a thick, protruding knot.

As Dan reached down to play with his hairy ass, his face began to tingle. His eyes fluttered and closed as his nose cracked pushed outwards, giving the slightly crooked appearance that it had once been broken as his lips grew plumper and fuller as his longer tongue licked their edges. Dan's teeth grew dull and slightly crooked, a perfect set for the dumb surfer boy he was becoming. A low, sensual chuckle came from deep within his chest as his jaw cracked, growing larger and wider as his cheekbones bulged.

"Heheheh" Dan chuckled again, his new, low voice reverberating throughout his body, as blonde stubble began to appear on his face and neck. Dan's hands caressed the smooth, baby-like skin of his face, before it erupted into a wild, dense jungle, covering his entire head. The smell was unbearable, but Dan could do nothing but moan in ecstasy as he raised his muscular arm to huff the sea of hair spilling from his pit. He breathed deeply, smelling the mixture of his rancid male musk, salty sweat, and the ocean, feeling a nostalgic sense of returning home. He moaned again in his new, low voice as his skull began to grow a thick set of curly, sweaty blonde locks, only adding to the smell as the last of his short, black hair changed color and began to spill behind his ears. Dan moaned again, the sound of his voice sending shivers down his spine, as his mouth filled with saliva.

"Fuuuuuck" he moaned, his tongue swirling around in the saliva, causing some to spill out as drool onto his still pulsing cock, earning Dan another wave of pleasure as his greasy locks grew even more curly, reaching the back of his neck. Dan opened his eyes, the pupils now a beautiful aquamarine, and watched his hair grow in the mirror, the light from the window glinting off the golden blonde curls.

"D-do I have long hair?" Dan mumbled, his mouth filled with spit, as he stood up and walked over to the mirror. Dan's cock bobbed with each step, precum flying everywhere, as he stared at his new, sexy, handsome body.

"I-I look like a surfer" Dan said slowly, looking at his long, wet, curly locks, shining like gold in the light. He looked at his strong, muscular arms, the blonde hair shining as it cascaded down to the jungle on his hands, before continuing to his chest. Dan's hands moved to his pecs, feeling them, before his hands traced the outline of his six pack. "I'm strong..." Dan muttered, watching his cock twitch and bob. Dan looked up to the mirror again, his new model-like face staring back at him. He looked at the blonde curls, his thick, wet, red lips, and his aquamarine eyes, feeling the drool dribble down his chin and the scent of the sea and man sweat fill the room.

Suddenly, Dan realized the potion had one more surprise for him as he felt a splitting headache, his hair growing even faster and longer.

"Owowowowwwwww" Dan moaned, grabbing his head and bending forward. His hair grew and grew, his hands running through the wavy curls, slick with grease, salt, and sweat. He looked in the mirror again, noticing a subtle shift in his eyes as he quickly realized what was happening. "Wait, n-no-" he started, as he quickly began going over calculus facts from his advanced college course, before the pain became unbearable.

Dan cried out, the words and math in his head becoming more complicated and foreign as the pain slowly morphed into a gentle, pleasant vibration. The words and math slowly slipped from his mind, his once brilliant brain turning into a dumb, empty hole, as it became harder and harder for Dan to picture even basic metal math. "Fuuuuck" Dan moaned again as the pleasant vibration consumed his whole being. "Fuckin A..." Dan whispered in his new, deep timbre as complex thoughts became harder and harder to imagine, almost feeling like he was high. He chuckled again, as the words and math disappeared from his mind. "N-nooo, I'm dumb..." Dan slurred, his voice sounding slow and drunk.

Dan blinked and chuckled, as his mind turned completely empty, only capable of simple, primal thoughts and urges. "I'm horny..." Dan growled, his voice sounding like the sexy, rugged surfer he had always dreamed of being. His new, handsome, chiseled face broke out into a stupid grin, a look that would become the new himbo's default expression. "But the fuck am I doing here..." Dan chuckled again as his dorm room began to shift and morph. He blinked and giggled as the white, clean walls turned to a worn, brown wood. He blinked and laughed as his desk shifted and molded, becoming a simple bed frame and dresser, his computer changing into a surfboard and a cooler.

"Oh fuck yessssssss" Dan moaned, his cock pulsing and dripping precum. "I'm at the beach!" Dan cried, looking around his new room. There was a small, circular window where his door had once been, allowing the sunlight to illuminate his room. Even the time on the clock changed as the heat accosted Dan one final time, this time in his vocal cords.

"Owowowow" Dan groaned and coughed as the final effects took place. His vocal cords became even more raw, coarse, and masculine, his voice dropping an octave lower. "What the fuck, mate" he gasped, his accent changing as he spoke. Gone was his once boring, nondescript American accent, replaced by a low, gruff, sexy Aussie drawl, his words slurred together and slow as he vigorously jacked his still-hard cock, his blonde pubes caked with sweat.

"Oh fuck, oh shit, uhhhh" Dan moaned, his balls beginning to pulse as the heat traveled from his neck down his spine. "G-gonna...cummm..." Dan moaned, feeling the pressure build in his nuts. He felt them begin to pulse, and then he exploded, the biggest, loudest orgasm of his life erupting from his cock, the stream of cum enormous as the windows fogged up and the floor began to soak. His cock pulsed and pulsed, a seemingly endless river of cum.

"Ughhh" Dan grunted, as his orgasm finally began to subside. "Awww shit, my dick's really fuckin big" Dan giggled, the sound reverberating through his room and causing the glass in the window to vibrate. "Mmmm, but my balls are so heavy" he groaned, cupping his fat nuts and letting the weight settle.

As he heard the final change, a small crackling noise coming from his brain, he realized the beach was gone, his old, boring life was gone, and a whole new world had opened up for him. He would never forget his old life, but it would always seem to Dan as a distant memory. Dan giggled, as his brain finally stopped working, replaced with a dumb, happy, empty void, incapable of stress or worry.

"Fuck yeah, mate!" Dan cried, his stupid, happy grin returning. "I'm a surfer dude!" he yelled, his accent slurred. He jumped around his new beachside shack, the dumb himbo bouncing around the room. He was naked, and the heat from the sun warmed his sweaty, blonde, hairy body. He breathed deeply once more, the salty, fresh air filling his lungs, the scent of the ocean mixing with the pungent smell of his own rancid, musky male scent, before walking to his dresser, his cock still hard and leaking. "Man, I gotta get my trunks on if I'm gonna score tonight" he giggled. Dan's mind was empty and happy, only able to process the most simple of thoughts, and that was good enough for him.

As he grabbed his favorite swim trunks and slipped them on, he walked back over to the window, looking out onto the beach. There were hot girls and guys, all scantily clad and tan, running about, playing in the waves and lounging. He could feel the sand between his toes, and could almost taste the cool, crisp water of the sea. He was finally free of his old life, and now he was here, the happiest himbo surfer there ever was.

[houpss]

REST

🧊–return to masterlist ¡! ✥

"Good day, this is JYP ENTERTAINMENT. 26.12.2021 Lily Hwang of Stray Kids is taking a rest due to worsening panic attacks and anxiety disorder, which is why her activities are suspended for a while. All of Stray kids' next events, comebacks and promotions will be released without her participation until she is fully recovered! We ask fans for understanding and all possible support, she asked you not to worry about her.JYPE will consider the artist's health a top priority and will do everything possible to support Lily's speedy recovery."

Then this statement from the Company shocked everyone and everyone was very upset by this development of events. Hundreds of thousands of letters of support were written to Lily in the bubble, they never forgot about her and encouraged her. MANIAC's comeback came out without her participation, but the students were so upset because Lily was in the teaser and in the video, but she was not in the promo or other songs.Lily appeared for the first time since her return to the bubble in May (01.05.2022), writing two messages:

[🐻]::Y/n!! hi, I feel much better. did you hear that the boys will have a world tour?:) Please visit it! I promise you'll like it (06:19 a.m)

[🐻]::I miss you and the boys, pain makes us stronger (08:32 a.m)

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On the first day of the STRAY KIDS world tour in Seoul, Lily came to the concert with Mingi and Tenshi (she was the only one who was very scared), sitting in the front rows and she was shown on the big screen at the end of the concert, the boys burst into tears and were very happy to see her because they didn't know about her arrival at the concert, Lily also cried, and then she was allowed to go up on stage and they all stood there together and cried,they hugged so much:((( I can say that it was a difficult concert without Lily and the first concert after the pandemic, the boys were very upset and happy to see Stay again, but so tearful because of Lily. (this moment went viral everywhere), (date 05.05.2022)

On July 31, 2022, the video and song TIME OUT were released, with the release of which Lily left the rest, and the students were in great shock and also cried when they saw Lily in the video and heard her voice, everyone was incredibly happy about it. Then Lily wrote in the bubble:

[🐻]::Next to Y/n I am stronger, I promise to work and work and make my baby Y/n happy (11:02 p.m)

[🐻]::War is over (reference to the song) (11:07 p.m)

[🐻]::Oh...do you want for me to stay with you? (11:10 p.m)

[🐻]::During these seven months my life has become better! all thanks to Y/n's support~ (11:12 p.m)

[🐻]:: I missed you too, baby! let's continue to work harder so that we move forward together (11:15 p.m)

[🐻]:: I traveled a lot and went to a psychotherapist, so I felt better... (11:18 p.m)

[🐻]:: My close friends and boys helped me a lot (11:27 p.m)

[🐻]:: I don’t regret that the MANIAC comeback was without me! so Y/n saw the boys' talents to the fullest (11:28 p.m)

[🐻]:: Should I live onair tomorrow??

[🐻]:: I'll carry it out! and we'll have fun! (11:30 p.m)

[🐻]:: And now I'm going to bed! soft dreams, baby 🩷 (11:35 p.m)

Lily suffered all these seven months, she was terribly ill. She did not leave the room, did not eat, and did not communicate with anyone. Even SKZ couldn’t get her out of this state, not to mention Lily’s friends. Then Donghyun arrived from New York and, together with Kiri and Tenshi, began working on Lily’s condition. They organized a tour for her to different countries: Italy, France, Canada, Greece, UAE, Japan, Great Britain, and she also visited the Maldives. Lily even thought about committing suicide if it weren’t for Seungmin, who saw the prerequisites in time and sent Lily along with Chan to a psychotherapist (Lily refused to go alone). She wanted to quit K-pop completely, but her close people stopped her. What about Lily's parents? They didn’t know about it, or rather, Lily’s mother knew and quietly sent her money for treatment, but her father simply didn’t care. he abandoned his daughter back in 2017.

I can say that everyone handled Lily's rest differently, but it was hard. I think Felix and Jongin were the most depressed,Changbin hid his fears within himself , Minho became more irritable and Jisung was anxious without Lily...what about Chan and Hyunjin? They saw Lily most at this time, perhaps she only let them in and sometimes Felix, she didn’t want to see others. Seungmin observed the situation from afar and he was the one who helped her the most, but is not visible.

[bts-roses]

Embers

summary - Sometimes being best friends with Jungkook isn’t all that great, especially when he’s in love with someone else.

pairing - jeon jungkook x reader

genre - angst (hint of fuff), unrequited love(s)

word count - 2.7k

warnings - swearing :o, jungkook is going through it, y/n is going through it, y/n gets a burn :o, imagery of fire

set before After Hours

Jungkook was a ticking bomb. 

“We have some news.” Taehyung starts, glancing excitedly at the woman sitting beside him.

You look at the couple in front of you, trying to read the strange atmosphere. Your friendship group were about to have your monthly dinner at Taehyung and Jinah’s apartment. The wooden table was set more pristine than usual; the perfectly placed candlesticks and bouquets of flowers adorned the small dining room. This was an occasion. Your brows furrow at their elongated silence, staring at each other like they were the only ones in the room. You sneak a glance at your best friend next to you and you aren’t surprised to see the same puzzled expression on his face.

“So... Are you going to tell us or are we supposed to read your minds?” Jungkook remarks light-heartedly, bursting the imaginary bubble between the couple.

“Do you want to tell them? Or should I?” Taehyung teasingly asks Jinah and she rolls her eyes at the unnecessary anticipation.

“We’re getting married!” She bursts out, holding up her hidden hand to show a dainty diamond ring.

You freeze. 

A beat of silence spreads through the candlelit room. You meekly take another glance at the man beside you and you feel yourself flinch at the sight of him. It was as if one of the candles that illuminated his face flickered onto the fuse of his heart. You can tell he was using every fibre of his being to try and not drag his tongue across his cheek. You silently thank the gods that he doesn’t as that would’ve been a dead giveaway for his anger. But still, his jaw clenches and you notice the way his whole body tenses up. 

Tick.

“That’s great!” Jungkook exclaims a bit too happily and you discreetly jump at the suddenness.

You quickly smile at the couple, who doesn’t notice his slightly sarcastic tone, and sincerely add, “I’m so happy for you guys. When did you propose?”

“Oh, it wasn’t me.” Taehyung dismisses when he sees you looking at him, “Jinah got down on one knee last week.”

“Oh my God, really?” you ask, excitedly looking at Jinah, “What happened to your dream proposal?”

The other woman laughs, remembering the conversations during your wine-stained nights about your ideal future lives and the dreams you both painted with the strokes of intoxicated hopes.

“Well, we were planning on getting married anyways and the moment was just right.” she explains, lovingly glancing at her fiancé, “Don’t want to be too mushy with you guys but every moment with him just felt like the right moment. So I just wanted to speed up the process. You know, start the rest of my life with him a bit sooner...”

“Aw babes,” Taehyung teasingly coos, giving her a big kiss on her cheek and she whines in response.

You jokingly groan in disgust, warily glancing at Jungkook. He tries to join in on the joyous atmosphere by tensely chuckling at the couple’s interaction. His laughter carries a subliminal tension, you almost feel the flame in him grow bigger and bigger.

“And that isn’t all!” Jinah gleefully announces, “We also wanted to tell you, my most favourite people in the whole world-”

“Besides me, of course.” Taehyung cockily says.

You hear a sharp intake of breath.

Tick.

“You need to shut up,” She jokingly scolds, elbowing his side, “As I was saying, we were thinking about it and Jungkook, we want you to be our, well Tae’s, best man!”.

Another beat of silence fills the room yet its deafening. You don’t know if the crackling noise is coming from the ridiculous amounts of candles in the room or if its the sound of Jungkook’s anger. Whatever it is, you feel your heart burn with it.

Jungkook looks around at the three people in the room surprised, “M-me?”

Intently looking at him, you try and work out what he’s feeling. Is he about to detonate out in anger? Is he about to walk out of here? Turn the perfectly set table over? Make all these candles burn the whole place down? But it was when you observed his clenched fists at his lap and the glossy sheen over his doe eyes you realise: he’s distraught. Swiftly, you grab his hand underneath the table. 

“Why you acting shocked man? Of course you are gonna be my best man.” Taehyung points out and laughs, giving out a fond smile to his friend.

Tick

You feel his fingers subtly squeeze your comforting hand harder. Your heart feels a tame scorch at the action. Hearing him laugh, you sigh quietly in relief.

“I’m honoured.” He truthfully admits, “I won’t let you down, Tae.”

He turns to look at you and he sends you a reassuring gaze, as if to say he’s fine. You counter with a slightly pointed look, as if to say you can tell he’s not. Just as your about to grasp his hand tighter, he removes his hand from yours and looks away. Your heart burns deeper at the empty feeling, staring at him with a bittersweet smile on your face, not noticing Taehyung catching your stare at the man beside you.

“Okay, before Tae and Jungkook start making out,” Jinah looks at you with glee dancing across her face, “My sweet angel Y/n, will you be my maid of honour!?”

As if Jinah extinguished the slight burn in your heart, your eyes grow wide with surprise and let out a small happy squeal, gazing joyously into Jinah’s eyes. She takes your hands into hers, sharing your excitement with hers when you nod enthusiastically. You hear Taehyung make a comment about how it seems like the wedding was to actually please the girls. You both ignore him, realisation hitting you, you smack Jinah’s hand playfully. She fake cries in pain, confused at your actions.

“Oh my god.” You laugh out, “your sister is going to kill you!”

“No don’t- don’t even think about her. She’ll get over it. Besides, I trust you more than her and it feels just right with you taking the role.” Jinah says, feigning shyness, “And besides, if I was going to marry anyone else, it would have been you! Thought it would be very cliché of me to have a secret love as an important part of the wedding.”

Tick.

You stifle a laugh at Jinah’s joke, and Taehyung playfully pushes his fiancé. Next to you, the man forces out a few breathes, trying to join the laughter. His fists, however, grip the dusty pink tablecloth.

The dinner inches along painfully slow. The mixed emotions from both the joy for the couple and the acute awareness of Jungkook quietly breaking next to you overwhelms you. You instead find yourself grappling with gratitude and irritation towards the small lights - thankful for obscuring Jungkook’s and your discomfort yet annoyed for spotlighting this tragedy unravelling before the two lovers who remain blissfully unaware of the heartbreak right in front of them.

The night continues with discussions about potential wedding plans: the venue, the guest list, and season. Jinah leans towards a candlelit ceremony, but Tae jokes there would be too much smoke. He makes everyone chuckle at the thought of Namjoon accidentally catching his suit on a candle, effectively burning the place down. You feel yourself offer a comforting hand on Jungkook’s thigh as he struggles to engage in the conversation. He contributes as little dialogue as socially acceptable, his hands clutching the tablecloth tighter.

“And I want a shit ton of flowers” Jinah laughs. She falls silent before resuming, remembering a question she was meaning to ask, “Oh, Jungkook! What was the name of those flowers you gave me again? They were so beautiful! I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

Jungkook flushes at the sudden focus on him, he clears his throat.

“The tiger lily” he pauses, “It’s our birth flower.”

As Jinah reacts with excitement and talks about the flower would be the motif flower, your breath hitches at the memory of Jungkook’s gesture. It was the moment he realised that the woman in front of him only saw him as a friend. It was also the first moment your heart combusted at the realisation that Jungkook didn’t love you but someone else.

“Y/n! You’re the expert on flower meanings,” Jinah turns to you, excitement beaming on her face, “What does the flower mean? And please don’t tell me it means something like patriotic or obedience.”

Silence fills the room. You almost glare at the empty plate in front of you, resisting the urge to scoff at how cruelly comedic this all was.

“It means ‘please love me.’” 

Tick.

You hear Jinah express awe, lovingly looking at Taehyung who stares back at her in the exact same way. They both fail to connect the lily’s meaning to the fact that Jungkook gave those flowers not because they were friends who shared a birthday, but as a confession. You notice the other side of the table move slightly and you look down to see Jungkook’s fist gripping the tablecloth impossibly tighter, moving all the contents on it. Alarmed, you notice the candle stick on his side slowly tipping over. You catch it before it falls over and you place it on your side, wondering if the burn of the flame would mirror how your heart feels right now.

As the couple continues talking, you place your hand over Jungkook’s and he releases the tablecloth much to your relief. Yet, you feel his intensifying anger radiate off him with every mention of the wedding, every suggestion, every plan, the fuse inching closer and closer to detonation. Every word agonisingly dragging him to the realisation that this was all real.

Tick. 

“Yes, and obviously, Jungkook and Y/n will sing at our wedding!” Jinah states, as if it’s common knowledge.

Surprised, you exchange glances, your brows furrowed in confusion. But before you can gently dissuade her, Jungkook beats you to it.

“Wait what?” Jungkook enquires, “Are you sure? Professional wedding singers would be better, you know?.

“No please! It would mean the world to me. Y/n I haven’t heard you sing in ages!” Jinah begs, her tragically beautiful eyes pleading with her.

You make a quiet remark about there being a good reason for that (you aren’t the best singer). The soon-to-be-bride ignores you with an eye roll.

“Hey, this is my wedding, if I want my two gorgeously talented friends to sing at my wedding, I will have my two gorgeously talented friends sing at my wedding. Especially you, Jungkook; you used to always sing for me!”

Tick.

You both abandon your upcoming protests at the statement, quietly agreeing to her. Taehyung comments on how Jinah is already turning into Bridezilla, which earns a deserved smack from her. Jungkook lets out a laugh and your unsure if it was at the joke or the absurdity of the whole situation.

“Anyways...” Jinah continues, looking at the table with a breath-taking smile, “I want to thank you guys for coming tonight and celebrating with us.”

She moves to quickly poor everyone’s glasses with more sparkling wine, making a big show in lifting hers up with the expectation for everyone to follow suit. 

“Cheers to love!”

Tick.

And when you raise your glass to meet the other three, you feel the burn of the candle on your arm. You chuckle. The pain does feel just like your heart.

When the night finally ends, Jinah and Taehyung blows all the candles out while Jungkook helps you put your coat on without it rubbing on your newly formed burn. Taehyung gives you an enquiring look at your disheartened expression, you shake your head, not wanting to answer him in this moment. They both linger in the doorway after you exchange hugs and goodbyes, you cringe at the lingering scent of smoke from the extinguished flames. 

Exciting the apartment complex, you inhale the crisp, clear air, a stark contrast to the suffocating atmosphere inside. You watch as Jungkook tensely walks to his car. Knowing its best to remain quiet, you let out a shaky exhale and watch your breath dissipate in the air.

The car ride is quiet, accompanied by the low melodies dancing out of Jungkook’s car. Although the night is cold, Jungkook remains radiating an intense heat, and you finally see his tongue drag across his cheek.

Upon entering his apartment, he holds the door open for you as you walk in. Standing together in his kitchen, you watch as he leans back, closes his eyes, and releases an unstable breath. His brows furrow in anguish as he processes the recent events. With an ache in your heart, you reach out to him, yearning to soothe the flames that flash behind his eyes.

“Jungkook...”, your voice hesitates, the weight of the unspoken question hanging heavily, “Are you okay?”

His silence is deafening, and in a desperate attempt to offer comfort, you reach out to comfortingly touch his arm, a silent plea for him to confide in you. At the feeling of your presence, he flinches away, as if your touch was ice cold, threatening to extinguish the flames within him.

Tick. Tick. Tick.

He looks at you, and for a fleeting moment, you see the fire within him falter down. But before you could let out relieved smile, it detonates. 

“Do you think I’m okay? Does any of this stupid fucking situation seem okay? This- this is just so fucked. So tell me, how the fuck can I be okay in this situation?!”

He snaps, heat laced in his words and his body language, hitting the countertop with a forceful impact. He swears at the self-inflicted pain in his hand, unleashing a stream of loud curses into the room. Instinctively, you quickly move to grab his arms before he continues to batter the surface. He looks at you with blown out eyes, a silent plea for an answer. As he drops his arms, withdrawing from your touch, pain combusts in his eyes. You yearn to run past his anger, comfort him, and ease his turmoil. But his flames are too intense, too guarded, and leaving you at a helpless loss for words. Your heart is scorched as you witness him heartbroken, deeply in love with someone who isn’t you, and all you can do is feel the pain slowly engulf your chest in flames.

It falls silent.

You have enough self-worth to know your heart’s been burned enough tonight so you both just stand there in the quiet aftermath. The room is enveloped in the heavy smoke of silence as Jungkook’s flames finally flicker out, as if he comes back to his senses.

“Shit, I’m sorry...” Jungkook curses out, “I’m just... I can’t- I don’t know what to do. I think I just...”

A quiet understanding lingers in the space between you two. You don’t need to say anything because Jungkook knows your there, and he feels himself calm down in your presence. He doesn’t need to say anything as well because you know him and you know right now he just needs time. You give him an earnest smile, as if to say it’s okay. Jungkook believes you, feeling his heart cool down for now. 

You slowly move to give him a hug, wrapping your arms around his neck. He sinks into your touch. He almost laughs at how much your presence calms him; you pray he can’t feel how jittery he makes your chest feel.

“Y/n, what do I do?” he mumbles into your neck, you feel him shudder as if he got a chill when you rub his back to soothe him.

“We can be happy for them Jungkook” you say honestly, warmth circulating your body when you feel him tighten his arms around your waist, “I think that’s all we can do.”

After a silent beat and a kiss to his cheek, you bid him a goodnight and a promise that you will see each other tomorrow. He tells you that he’s grateful for you; you smile as if he didn’t just incinerate your heart. 

Your heart is left in embers, flickering with the remnants of his fire: the love that was never for you.

a/n: Thank you for reading!!!!!

[enzstr]

Long Live The Queen | K. Bakugo

A story where families of two connects a pair to go through their life together with having no choice. Things get messy, but will their bubble burst? That's one secret you won't know unless you read.

Just a small detail about the reader: Reader loves writing and journaling. It's your passion but as a princess, you only had to make your kingdom proud by serving and marrying a king.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x reader

💭: This was actually my draft few months ago but I don't really like it so it'll be just a shitpost.

Chapter one: Forgive and Forget

19th May.

Being part of the royal family was not simple but not difficult either. That's how it was for the princess. Every time she's at the kingdom, all she feels is sorrow and spiritlessness while roaming around the kingdom. The queen, also her mother, mentioned that the princess will be the next queen in line to serve her kingdom.. but without a king?

The princess has had her future planned since she was a small girl. She didn’t want a man to be satisfied, hell she didn’t need anyone to make her feel overjoyed. Princess (Y/n) didn’t even want to be a princess, living in a royal environment while having servants to serve her. Most people would think it’s a dream to be living in an environment like royalty, but not her. All she wanted to do was be an aspiring journalist, writer, any career that will not treat her the same as anything related to royalty. That was her dream.

“Her Royal Highness. Her Majesty called me to tell me that the Royal Briefing is starting in an hour. Shall I start the bath now?” Her thoughts were soon disrupted but a smile formed on her face.

“Yes, Roberta. And I told you to not call me that anymore. You’re part of the family, remember?” Y/n had a look of sympathy while speaking to her. Even though Roberta is just a servant, she’s looked out for her since her birth.

“I know.. I know.. But it is a force of habit. If His Majesty or Her Majesty notices me lacking in my work, who knows?” Roberta looked down while she sighs in disappointment. Princess (Y/n) rested her hands on her shoulder as she grinned from ear to ear. Oh Roberta already knows what look she just gave to her.

“Not to worry Roberta! I will not let them harm you and your family, you have my word! Well I’m going to get ready for the brief meeting. Bye!” Before Roberta could speak, (Y/n) had already run off to her chamber with speed. Roberta sighed and smiled  then continued with her work.

As Princess (Y/n) arrived at her chamber, she glanced at the time and her eyes widened, she really did take her time and is thus rushing to change for the royal briefing. 5 minutes had passed and she was still struggling to put on her dress, loud grunts could be heard promptly before she walked out of her chamber like nothing happened. 

Roberta heard running footsteps from upstairs and chuckled at the clumsy girl. Princess (Y/n) was muttering under her breath while walking into the briefing room.

“Her Royal Highness has arrived!” The Lord Steward announced as everyone's eyes were on her and she smiled awkwardly while walking at a fast pace to The Queen. 

“Where on earth were you?! You were supposed to be here 2 minutes ago.” The queen aggressively whispers through her clenched teeth. She hates when (Y/n) arrives late to any meeting. It didn’t matter if it was 1 minute late, or 3 minutes late, it’s still counted as late.

“I’m sorry, I lost track of time...” (Y/n) apologized, Princess (Y/n) never spoke much with her stepmother, they weren’t close, never tried to be. She’d like it to stay that way.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m here to discuss something important. About you.” The queen spoke in the most blunted way to her and turned back to everyone. On the other hand, Princess (Y/n) tilted her head in confusion at what she just said.

“The main reason why I called a brief meeting is about The Princess. I may have made some minor mistake, but as I thought more into it, I figured it would be for her own good.” The more The Queen spoke, the more confused Princess Y/n was. 

“As you all know, Princess (Y/n) is going to be the next queen once I retire. But because of the minor mistake, she’s going to be the next queen in line for another kingdom.”

“Kingdom of Orane.” 

Princess (Y/n) immediately spat out her water and looked at her mother in shock. She knew that The Queen did this on purpose so that she wouldn’t need to serve her kingdom. Her face was filled with rage and fury.

“How could you, Mother?! You did this on purpose. I know you did! Was this payback from all the things I made you crazy about? I can’t believe you!” Her mother looked into her eyes with a cold stare and shook her head, feeling as though her daughter was acting crazy and immature. 

“(Y/n), some things just won’t come easy to you. Look at you, you’re a princess, start acting like one. You should be grateful that you’ve been born into this family. You are to be heading to the Kingdom of Orane first thing in the morning and that is final.” The Queen and the other upperclassmen proceed out of the door leaving her with her emotions holding back. This was never expected from The Queen. Nonetheless, her own mom, sending her away just so she wouldn’t rule her kingdom.

20th May.

This is it. Princess (Y/n) is getting shipped to the Kingdom of Orane for good. No last goodbyes and promises from her family. How cruel could The Queen even be? Especially to her own daughter, her only daughter? 

The door creaked and Princess (Y/n)'s head shot up, only to see a sad Roberta dragging her feet towards her. She didn't want her to leave since she was the only thing that kept Roberta positive, other than her family. 

"I'm sorry I have to leave this kingdom, Roberta. It all just happened so fast and.. I didn't know this would happen, and you know that too right, Roberta?" 

"Please, don't feel sorry Princess (Y/n).. It is my job as a servant.. although I will miss you." Roberta went in for a tight hug and it was really comforting.

(Y/n) hugged her back exuberantly as a response. Soon she had to break away from the hug and had to get going to the Kingdom of Orane.

[shadowbriar]

Druig - Delirium

Pairing : Druig x Reader (she/her) Word Count : 4.3k Warning : Medications. Hallucination. Angst. Let me know if I miss anything. Synopsis : He is her favourite worst nightmare, dressed as her knight in shining armour at night before fading as the sun rises. Notes : Inspired by Ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine. I recommend listening to it while reading. Please let me know if any part of this fic is offensive. If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕

There it is again. The sense of familiarity, comfort she couldn’t find elsewhere, warmth that fills her heart full like no other. It was not because of the peaceful night nor was it because of the cup of hot chocolate in her hand. It was not because of the heat from the fireside. Certainly not from the shrieking sound the fan was making. It was not from the ticking of the clock by the table. It was not from any of them.

She stares at him with heart eyes. He was resting his chin to his palm, elbow posted on the sofa. It was as if she was gazing into a mirror. He reflects the admiration, the same intensity of affection and love she tries to show him. They were smiling. Basking into the beautiful sight of each other’s lovesick expression.

But her heart was heavy. She could feel the bitter truth that is slowly seeping in. A cold raging storm with no chance of mercy, one that would pierce through her skin and leave marks she’d never be able to heal. No matter how hard her head tries to turn deaf from all the warnings in the back of her mind, she knows that this too will end soon.

“You’re kinda cute,” She comments.

The boy laughs, “Kinda?”

She only nods. She places the mug to the table, now running her hand to his hair while the other rests on top of his arm. She watches as each strand escapes her gentle grasp. The way they seem to fall into place like puzzle pieces, each contributing to the beauty of the bigger picture— him.

“I..” She whispers, her tone shaking from intense emotions “I love you.”

He smiles. The kind of smile you see on people who are deeply in love. The kind of smile you give to someone you’d lie your life on the line for. The kind of smile she could never get from anyone else, one he never showed to anyone else.

He took her hand that was running through his hair and kissed her palm. He places it to his cheek, closing his eyes as if he wanted to melt into her touch. She could sense that he wanted to stay too. To live in this moment forever. She’s seen that look on his face one too many times, hear his reluctant sigh for one too many times too. But in the end, he would always be the one strongest of them two. To be the one to get up from the sofa first.

“I love you,” He says as he stares into her eyes “I love you beyond your imagination.”

“I know.”

That apologetic look now clouds his face. The very expression she hates most to see from him. It has become her constant reminder that this was all just a dream. A recurring dream that haunts her night, daunting her days as she tries to find the underlying answers. In a minute or two now she would wake up and find herself alone in her apartment, clutching into her blankets as she tries to fill in the void in her chest with its meaningless warmth. The void where he’s supposed to fill in.

“Can’t I just stay here?” She pleaded even though she knew what his answer would be. She’s heard it a million times now “I don’t want to leave.”

The boy didn’t answer. Instead, he pulls her for a close embrace, resting her head to his chest. She could smell his perfume, feel the steady beating of his heart, and painfully hear the shuddering sigh he let go. He doesn’t want her to leave either.

“You know where to find me,” He cuddles her tighter, afraid that she would look up and see the tears welling on his eyes “I’ll always be here.”

—-

“Are you okay?”

She blinks as her friend reaches for her hand, bursting her bubble of thought. It took her a couple seconds to process her surroundings. Lord knows just how long she was out of touch. She couldn’t recall the last thing her friend was saying. Her mind was busy trying to cling onto the crumbles of last night’s dream that is slowly slipping out of her grasp, erasing the details of her blissful moment with him.

“Yeah, sorry,” She says with a tight smile “You were saying?”

Her friend sighs, eyebrows pinched on a worried expression, “Are you sure you’re alright? Is it about that dream again?”

Her shoulder tenses. She knew just how ridiculous she looked in her friend’s eyes. To be so bothered by a dream, a silly dream about a boy so perfect yet she couldn’t really recognise who. She knew that no one would understand the distress it brought her. She knew that no one would understand how happy she was in that dream, only to wake up feeling empty and hollow. She knew that no one would understand how tortured she was inside.

Back when she first had those dreams, she didn’t know how else she could find out about him but to ask around. She’d asked her friends, even her family, if they ever knew him. A boy with dark brown hair, clearest blue eyes, and the most beautiful smile. She’s tried all the possible approaches to find the least bit of information about him but it was to no avail. No one knew him. Not even a name.

“Are you taking your medications?” Her friend asks softly “Are you still going to therapy?”

Medications. Therapy. The two things that are just as pointless as her effort in finding him. None of it works. Not even after she got bigger and bigger doses than the previous. Her sleep was always peaceful yet her mind was troubled. There was no way out. No escape from this maze.

“Yeah, I do.” She nods, lying “I’m seeing my therapist again next week.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

She smiles, looking away from her friend.

She knew that she was losing it. That the line of reality and fantasy has blurred ever since he came to her dreams. He was just a piece of her illusion. A vision of a perfect life where she shared it with him, a life where she is his and he is hers, a life where she knew his name.

You know where to find me..

—-

His hand was holding hers while the other was on the steering wheel, driving her home under the heavy rain. The night was cold but it never bothers her. Not when his warm smile and gentle strokes are here. The world could freeze to death and she would still find herself blissfully in love.

“Could you stop the car?”

The boy raised an eyebrow, “Why?”

“I want to feel the rain.”

He turns to her with a growing grin before parking the car to the side of the road. Her giddy squeals erupted as she opened the car door, running out and feeling the rain drops on her skin. She was soaked in no time, showered under the rain that seems to be falling even harder with each of her laughter. Her shoes are now full of water but she couldn’t care less. She was happy.

He joins her not long after, scooping her by the waist and turning her around. They were dancing under the rain to a silent song that only the two of them could listen to. The whole world was theirs. No other pair of eyes to judge, no other mouth to question if she was sane, no other disapproving look of others. Just them two and the rain.

She clings her arms to his neck. Her vision was blurry from the water drops on her lashes but her attention was fixated on him. The way water drips from the tip of his nose, the crinkles around his eyes as he smiles, and the flush of redness on his cheeks. Beautiful would be an understatement for the sight she’s seeing right now.

“I love you!” She yells with a big smile.

“I know!” He yells back “I love you too!”

She pulls him for a kiss. A desperate, hungry one as she tries to eliminate any possible space between them. He was warm, the only source of heat in this cold night. He was her sun, her light, be it a dream or reality. She knew that she would always gravitate towards him, orbiting around him like a satellite.

The happiness he’s brought to her has always been so intoxicating. It always came like a tidal wave, washing over her with delightful electricity. Her skin burns in glory whenever they touch. Heart full and content and it was because of this pleasant hypnotic moment that she always forgot about the one thing troubling her mind— his name.

“I love you so much.” He breathes out “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

—-

“Do you still have that dream?”

She looks up to her therapist with blank eyes. The question feels like a buzzing sound in her ears. She knew what he was asking, one of the template questions he always asks, and she couldn’t care less about it. Her mind is once again stuck in a loop, playing the bits of dream that slowly dissipates to thin air.

She could still feel the raindrop on her skin, the heat of his body, the way his lips taste as they kiss under the rain. She could feel the damp feeling of her socks. How her clothes were sticking to her skin uncomfortably. She could recall the way his eyes twinkle under the road light. He was beautiful. A sight she could never erase yet unable to engrave to her memory at the same time.

“No,” She lies “I don’t dream about him anymore.”

Her therapist nods, making notes to his book, “And are the medications working well for you?”

I wouldn’t know, I never take it. “Yes.”

“Good,” He says again “I’ll write you the same medications then since it’s worked best so far.”

She turns her eyes out of the window, trying to distract her mind. She could see cars passing by, people walking and the way the leaves move from the wind. Everything seems to be so normal. So dull compared to the life she lives in her dreams. Everything is amplified there, brighter and much more astonishing than her real life. If only she could live there forever.

“Can I ask something?” She says, still looking out.

“Go on.”

“How would one know when they’re going mad?”

Her therapist’s brows furrow, “Why?”

“Just a thought.” She says with a shrug, now looking back at him “What differs a mad person’s mind than a sane one? Do they have a different world in their head?”

“Is there something you wanted to tell me about?”

She bites her inner cheek. Frustrated at the questions thrown back at her. She wanted answers. She wanted to know that she wasn’t going insane. That it was normal for someone to feel lost and empty the way that she’s feeling. That it was normal for someone to crave the touch of someone she knew nothing about. That it was normal for someone to be chasing the dream that is haunting her for the worst.

“No,” She shakes her head “Like I said, just a thought.”

Her therapist nods once again, dismissing her question. She let out a sigh, unsure if she was relieved of his apathetic gesture or if she should be offended that her own therapist gave no regards about her questions. She bites on her nail. A little part of her heart was looking forward to tonight, to feel his pleasant touch and hear his delightful laughter, but she knew that one of these days she’d succumb completely to insanity.

A price she wasn’t sure is too high to pay for.

—-

She stares at his bare back with a smile. He was still sleeping, an arm placed around her waist securely. His light snoring sounds like a beautiful lullaby that would lull her to sleep. Her finger lightly traces his exposed skin, joining the dots of his moles that seem to be a beautiful constellation of its own.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. She was mesmerised to say the least. Everything about him is just so enchanting. Like she was bewitched body and soul, having no power to fight his stirring charms. Never has she ever felt such intense emotions for someone, be it in dreams or reality.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Her smile widens as he starts to wake up, “Hello, you.”

“Hello, my lady,” He says lazily, still with closed eyes but with a growing grin to his face “You’re beautiful.”

“You haven’t even opened your eyes.”

“I don’t need to. I know that you are, you’re always beautiful.”

She let out a chuckle. Now inching closer to him, planting a small kiss to the tip of his nose that made his smile even wider. She studies his face, noticing all the beauty marks and features of his face. She knew that she’d stared at him one too many times already but it feels like the first time everytime. Feeling the same deep admiration and awe every time. He was the definition of perfection itself.

“Open your eyes,” She whispers “Let me see them.”

He did as he was told. They were so close now that their breath fans each other’s face, tickling each other as they rub their noses. His forehead now rests on hers. Her hand finds its way to his hair while he is pulling her body closer to him. Their legs were entangled together, locking each other in place.

“I love you,” He says.

She nods, smiling. He’s told her those three words for a millionth time now yet it still gives her the same butterflies as if it was the first time. She could never tire of hearing it. How melodious it sounds whenever he utters it, be it in a whisper or a shout. Those words will always be the anchor to her world.

“I love you,” He says again, giving a peck to her left cheek “I love you,” A peck to her right cheek “I love you,” A peck to her forehead “I love you,” A peck to her nose “I love you,” And a kiss to her lips.

Her heart nearly explodes. He is everything to her. The answer to all her questions, the angel to all her nightmares, the cure to all her torments. This boy is everything and more. She wishes that she could tell him. She wishes that she could tell him just how much he means to her. Perhaps then he would be willing to stay, to come out of her dreams and be in her life at last. But it was just too high of a price. To risk everything by cutting a straight line on their blurred lines. It was lovely to be laying here with him between comfort and chaos, and for now it was enough.

“I love you,” She whispers back “I love you beyond words.”

He was still smiling, now drawing circles on her back with his thumb. She feels safe in his embrace. Nothing could harm her now, no troubles would be in her mind if he’s here. He is her lifebuoy, her light in the end of the tunnel. Everything is perfect, just like he is.

But that glimmer in his eyes soon dims down, as does his smile. That apologetic look clouds his eyes once more and she knows that her time is running up. That this comfort is once again taken away from her grasp too soon.

“Please,” She begs, closing her eyes “A little longer.”

Tears were starting to form. She knew that she could only take so much of this beating. That her heart was growing weary, mind aching from all the torture. It is only a matter of time now before she completely goes mental and the only thing she fears of that outcome is if he wouldn’t be there anymore.

“We have to go.” He says softly, voice creaking from the reluctance.

She opens her eyes, staring into him that is now fighting to not let the tears fall too.

“I love you,” He whispers “You know that, don’t you?”

She nods with a weak smile.

He kisses her once more. She could feel the heartbreak in his lips. How the bitterness seemed to be poisoning them yet they couldn’t stop sucking it in. They need this, no matter how broken they would be in the end. They would do it a thousand times more even if they have to glue the shattered pieces of themselves with their bare hands.

Now he was driving her on a route that felt familiar but she couldn’t recognise still. She knew that he was taking the long way home, trying to stall time as much as he could. One of his hands is interlocking hers, giving it squeezes of assurance every now and then yet it seemed to be losing its touch tonight. The troubles in her heart seem to amplify the moment she peels herself off of the bedsheets. Tonight wouldn’t end as their previous nights, she could feel it.

“Could you stop the car?”

The boy raised an eyebrow, “Why?”

“I just—” She pauses, losing her words “Please, stop the car.”

It feels like a bitter déjà vu. The car stopped on the side of the road, light illuminating them from outside, but the comfort couldn’t be further away. Before, it was filled with warmth, golden, like gazing into the first light of the sun in the morning, but now it feels distant, like a dark cloud is slowly pooling above their heads, ready to strike them with thunder.

She looks down to their hands. He was still holding her. His eyes glued on her, she could feel it without looking up. He must have that worried look on his face, how his brows would furrow and lips formed into a light frown. It pains her to know that she’s causing them this much turmoil.

“I love you,” She whispers with pain in her tone “But I’m fading.”

She could see his jaw tenses. Like the rug has finally been yanked off of his feet. He looked like he had anticipated this but was still unnerved nonetheless. He holds her hand a little tighter as if fearing that she would let go. He turned his position, fully facing her now with that pleading eyes but still remained quiet.

“It’s over, isn’t it?” She asks silently.

The boy bites his tongue.

It was an unfamiliar vile feeling. She’s never gone down this path, always going with the flow the dream wants to carry them that night, but tonight was different. She was slipping away. Her fortress was crumbling and though she wouldn’t mind sacrificing sanity for him, she knew that happy ending wasn’t on their stars.

“I love you,” He chokes out “So much.”

“I know, I know.”

He pulls her close, resting their foreheads together. His eyes were closed but she couldn’t find it in her to do the same, wanting to take in everything about him before she lost him completely. She would miss the way his nose would brush into hers, the way his chest vibrates every time he laughs, and the way his eyes would radiate so much love that she swears could fix her broken bones.

“It’s not real,” She whispers in defeat “You don’t exist.”

He opens his eyes, staring back at her as if he has so much to say but unable to let it escape his lips.

He cups her cheeks, cradling her gently and pulls her close, grazing her heart with every touch of their lips. His fingertips feel cold, burning her skin and tainting it with invisible marks. The salty taste of tears began to pollute their kiss as she couldn’t hold them any longer. He still kisses her slowly, gently savouring their last moment whilst silently praying that time could freeze itself and let them live here instead.

“Druig..”

It was as if he was stupefied. She opens her eyes, blinking to let the sudden call of his name sink in. His body froze, colour draining from his face. Everything suddenly makes sense. Like a wire was finally plugged in, the missing jigsaw falling into pieces. She knew everything now, understood everything but one.

He licks his lower lip, a habit she’s come to understand that he does when he is nervous. The boy, Druig, now looks away. He pulled away and created some distance between them. Now her heart was filled with anger and disappointment. As if she’s finally catching him red handed, busting him in such a crime she could never forgive him for.

“Druig,” She calls again, this time with a firmer tone “Why?”

“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” Druig says, his eyes brimming with tears “I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.”

“About what?”

He froze once more. She could see the guilt washing over him like a sticky muck. He was crying. Gone was the bright and radiant Druig, corrupted by shame and sorrow he couldn’t conceal from her. He was broken. Perhaps much more shattered than she was. The burden crushing him down was much greater than her.

Perhaps it’s true what those wise men said. With great power comes great responsibility. Great sacrifices one could never be able to pay for yet are still taken from them.

“You weren’t supposed to remember,” He croaks “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let this happen for so long.”

His eyes were starting to glow. A foreign form of fear crept into her, as if she understood where it would lead them but hardly recognised it. She places her hands to his cheeks in instinct, trying to cancel whatever it is he was ready to do. She can’t lose him. Not like this.

“Druig, please,” She begs “Look at me.”

He remains still, cold as stone.

She rests her forehead on his, begging, “Darling, please, give us just a minute.”

The glow on his eyes slowly dims down, returning the blue colour of his irises. He stares at her with a pained look. Like whatever he was planning to do hurts him physically. She could see the ache he’s trying so hard to ignore. He was always the strongest one out of them two, always the one with the stronger moral compass, but it never meant that it hurt him any less.

“I have to do this,” Druig chokes out, tears staining his cheeks.

“I know, my Love, I know.” She replies “But just give us a minute, yeah? Let me remember you for the last time.”

Druig reluctantly nods. He pulls away a little, studying her features as if he couldn’t draw her from memory. He’s lived on this planet for thousands of years, met countless people, seen millions of faces but none could ever be as significant as her. No one could ever hold half the beauty she has, hold a smidge of magnetism she has. No one could ever be as much of a weakness for him like her.

She runs her fingers to his hair, combing it gently and trying to record the feeling of each strand escaping her grasp. A sorrowful smile now decorating her face. One he likes least of her but still finds it beautiful nonetheless. It was all the both of them could really hold onto in this moment, beauty.

“I love you, Druig.” She whispers, her lips tugging into a melancholy smile that would be the death of him tonight “I love you so much that I pity you.”

He closes his eyes, trying to melt into her touch.

“I might forget all of this, but you.. You have to live with it for the rest of your time.” She cries as she holds him tenderly “My poor boy.”

Druig’s tears fall even harder. His body was trembling, trying to bottle his emotions that have certainly leaked out now. He hates how she understands him so well. He hates how she understood his pain, how it feels like she could feel the torture he’s been in eversince he erased her memory the first time. He wished that he could just take all of their pain away, make him be the only one to succumb into the ironic trope of star crossed lovers they seem to be fated in.

“I never wanted this for you.” Druig sobs “I’m sorry.”

“I know, I understand.”

He lets out a pained chuckle. She was supposed to be screaming at him, punching him and hurting him from all the pain he’s brought into her life. He couldn’t decide if the deep devotion she has for him was a blessing or a curse. It hurts him either way yet he wouldn’t wish for any other outcome.

“My beautiful, beautiful girl,” Druig calls, taking the hand that was combing his hair to his chest “Know that my heart beats for you, always.”

She nods, smiling, “I know.”

Druig lets out a shuddering sigh. He squared his shoulders, getting ready to do what has been demanded of him a long time ago. He flashes her a warm smile, the most genuine he could to try and help ease her worry. But she was never worried about herself, not about this. All she could think about is the loneliness that would engulf him once more. Navigating his way on this planet alone without her to hold his hand.

“Are you ready?” He asks.

She nods weakly, smiling.

He leans in with a smile, kissing her gently and tenderly. His thumb caresses her cheeks, trying to erase the tears that are still flowing down. He hoped that his touch would provide her the same comfort and love as the one she’s giving to him. He hoped that his strokes could distract her mind from the bitterness of they’re upcoming ending. He hoped that his kiss would be a good enough gesture to close their chapter.

And on that morning, she wakes up without a void in her heart for the very first time.

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sunflower, chapter seventeen

summary: why ever would something special happen on this lovely morning? 

warnings: talk of the future, spontaneous wedding, allusion to sex, just a lot of tooth-rotting fluff 

word count: 705

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The winter months had come and gone, and now spring was starting to peak through. Snowdrops were poking out, hanging low to the earth with their white petals. 

You woke as a pair of arms tightened their grip around you. Inhaling sharply through your nose, you blinked your eyes open to see Spencer uncourteously bring you closer as he too woke up from his slumber. 

Flashing you a sleepy smile, he hummed, “good morning,” and kissed your shoulder.

Still not fully awake, you closed your eyes and mumbled, “I had a dream, that we lived in some cabin… and you were out in the garden, watering the flowers… it was so beautiful, you were just surrounded by them… and you gave me one, tucked it behind my ear,” you motioned lazily to the side of your head, “and then you told me that you would go get him, and I was so confused until you came out with a baby in your arms…” that part was still so clear in your memory, “it looked so tiny in your arms…”

Slowly moving his hand up and down your spine, he breathed out, “I wish I could have seen it.”

“Yeah,” you opened your eyes again to gaze up at him, “you were so happy… you and your flowers.”

Smiling widely, “sounds like a wonderful life.”

“We could just run off together to somewhere in the middle of nowhere and make it a reality,” you half-joked, “be surrounded by nature, have a baby.”

“As long as you’re there, I’m happy,” he kissed your brow, “you are my home, my safe place. I don’t care where we are or what we do, just as long as you’re with me. That’s all I want for the rest of my life.”

“I love you,” you looked deeply into his eyes and then whispered something completely seriously that you’d previously only talked about casually and in the hypothetical, “marry me.”

Blinking, he breathed out, “what?”

“Marry me.”

“I thought you didn’t want a wedding.”

“I don’t, but that’s not what I’m asking you. I’m not asking you for a big party, I’m asking you if you want to make me a promise, that’s really all it is, a vow of love. Because I love you so much, I wanna be your wife.”

Beaming, his eyes glistened as you continued, “so, Spencer, will you marry me? Right here, right now, just you and me. We don’t need anything else to make it real.”

“Yeah,” he exhaled, leaning forward to give you a big teary kiss. You tugged the covers over both of your heads, effectively shutting the rest of the world out. Pulling back, he cradled your head in his hands and sniffled, “you are the light of my life. You are the sun, you are my sun, my little sunflower. You are the good in my life. It would be an honour to be your husband.”

Trying your best not to let your tears ruin your ability to speak, you took your turn.

“You, Spencer Reid, you changed my life. Even when you’re not doing anything, you make everything better. And then when you actually try? You move mountains. You’re extraordinary. I don’t know how I got so lucky as to move in right next to you because, without that, I don’t think we would have ever crossed paths. It used to scare me how much I love you, but not anymore. You’re my best friend, you’re the person I want to grow old with. So, I promise you that I will love you for the rest of my life.”

“What now?” he breathed out.

“Now you kiss the bride.”

Almost melting into one another, your kiss effortlessly turned into more.

Your so-called wedding went on for hours, if not the rest of the day. The bubble you had created didn’t burst when you got out of bed. Proclaiming your love and devotion for each other in every way imaginable. Making love countless times, spending what felt like hours just getting lost in each other’s eyes. 

It wasn’t some big white wedding, but simply a proclamation of love, a promise of safety and an agreement to never leave each other’s side.

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Prince of Thorns & Nightmares - Review

Author: Linsey Miller Date Read: February 24, 2024 - February 26, 2024 Format: Physical Pages: 426

Characters: 9/10 Atmosphere: 9/10 Writing: 10/10 Plot: 10/10 Intrigue: 10/10 Logic: 10/10 Enjoyment: 10/10 Rating: 9.7/10 (5 stars)

I knew from the moment I read the summary of this book that I was going to love it, but I wasn't expecting to re-discover myself in these 426 pages. Sleeping Beauty was my first Disney movie-my most watched Disney movie as a child-and even though it has been probably 25 years since I last saw it, I still have vivid images of it in my mind, but, at the same time, a lot of details are blurred, and this book filled those holes perfectly.

The review is hidden below due to spoilers.

Let's talk about characters!

Philip is not a prince charming by any chance. Part of the reason why this book does not have a perfect 10 is because Philip was kind of a selfish bastard that frustrated me at times with his self-loathing and uselessness. However(!), by the end, I understood perfectly the reason for his behavior and mentality. It was a much needed growth arc that lead him from being a do-nothing gallivanting Prince to the Hero of our story.

Aurora/Briar Rose is a perfect princess who can't do anything wrong and I will defend her with my life. She is sassy, she is smart, she is a dreamer. She is everything I love and care about, and I'm so, so happy that this book changed her for me. Aurora has always been my favorite Disney Princess, but growing up I was always ashamed of it because she basically doesn't do much, right? She lies there, sleeping, until she's awaken by a kiss. What does that say about me? But this book made her a fighter, someone who didn't rest until she got the answers to her questions, who never gave up, even when things got hard. *chef's kiss*

I don't remember if Eris, Poena and Phrike are in the original story or not, but I thought they were a great addition to the book. I loved the betrayal, the way they tricked Philip into believe he had magic so he could steal the sword and shield for them. I loved the hint at a redemption arc for Eris that ended up not happening in the end. I thought it was the perfect way for the author to take the rug from underneath our feet while letting us remain in a safety bubble only to burst that bubble at the end. Again, *chef's kiss*

Short mention to King Hubert. I hate him and everything he represent parent-wise, and no matter that he apologized and saw his errors in the end, I still hate what he did to Philip.

The plot and writing of this book were simply perfect. I was hooked from the get go and couldn't stop thinking about the book when I was forced to take breaks. I literally stayed up to late to finish reading because I was so excited about it.

Seeing this side of Aurora and Philip's story was a nice complement to the original tale (when I mention 'original tale', I'm talking about the 1959 Disney movie, not Charles Perrault's story). Being witness to the flourishing of their love-with the enemies to friends to lovers arc that I love so much-in the dream world was exactly what I needed to fill the gaps in my memory of this story, but also a reminder of how this was one of my first ships. Reading their meeting in the dream world and consequent re-meet in the real world made me kick my feetsies in the air and gave me butterflies. :')

The end of the book was perfect, too. It gave us a little glimpse at what happens after "they lived happily ever after", while also keeping the narrative open to a possible sequel (which I would read in a heartbeat).

Honorable mentions:

Johanna referring to Samson as Your High Horseness made me cackle.

"You have to practice to get good at things. [...] That's why I write all the time and we spar so often. The more we fail, the better we get." Boy, do I relate to this. A much needed slap of reality to teach me a lesson.

"You're scared to love anyone and disappoint them like you do your father that you don't even love yourself, no matter how self-centered you pretend to be." I need an Aurora in my life to yell some truths in my face like this, please.

"The dreams are the only interesting to ever happen to me. [...] These dreams are all I have." This part absolutely broke my heart. Firstly because Philip finally realizes Briar Rose has been lying about roaming the kingdom and having the freedom to do what she wants with her life, then because we, readers, realize Briar Rose only made up these lies because she was jealous of Philip's freedom, and lastly because I, again, relate so much to her. When I was 16 all I had were books and dreams.

A quote that stayed:

It's easy to be envious of someone when you think you know their life, but you can't ever, can you?

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Square: e5, ptsd Rating: t Word Count: 1037 Ship(s): dream of the endless/hob gadling Warnings: none Additional Tags: post-traumatic stress disorder - ptsd, war, flashbacks, trauma Summary:

Hob Gadling has seen a lot in his six hundred years. Sometimes, those things get the best of him. Thankfully, he isn’t alone.

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It’s nothing to be ashamed of. He’s not the first one affected, and he certainly won’t be the last. Not with the way humanity is. He has learnt that humans? Well, they tend to look upon war and bloodshed with favour, even as they decry the very thing they participate in. The hypocrisy leaves a bitter taste on his tongue and a heaviness in his soul that threatens to drown him if he thinks about it.

He studiously avoids thinking about it.

But on nights like tonight, all he can do is think about it—the poor being sent off to spill blood, to be fodder, to give their very lives on behalf of those who would never be affected. The clang of blades, followed by the scrape of metal against mail, an aborted gasp and gurgling, or a scream as the sword found its mark in meat. The thwump of a bowstring releasing the arrow with a hiss. The cannons renting the air with loud booms and smoke. The crack of gunshots breaking through the air nearly as loud as the screams of the bullets’ victims. Bombs and tanks and every-fucking-thing that the worst of humanity has dreamt up.

It breaks his heart, if he’s honest, but he’s learnt that nothing will ever change. People can promise things will be different. They can even believe their lies, but that’s all they will ever be: Lies to make themselves feel better, feel more hope for a future they have already destroyed. People, as a whole, don’t even try to fix anything. They let things stay broken and pretend otherwise.

He fucking hates it.

Another loud explosion, crackling, and he flinches. Curls further in on himself. The porcelain of the tub presses painfully against the curve of his spine, but his attention cannot stray from his struggles to breathe. His throat has tightened, his chest aching and hollow, his heartbeat very nearly double his resting rate. Bile burns in the back of his throat, and he can’t stop the sob that bubbles up at the next boom.

Someone shrieks, and his body tenses. His brain screams at him to move move move, but he can’t. He can’t move, he can’t even breathe. How is he meant to save anyone? He needs to save them. It’s too dangerous here. Why are they here, a battlefield isn’t a place for anyone, let alone a civilian. His mouth opens; the words don’t come. How useless he is, when he can’t even shout a warning. When he has forgotten all of his training and is now allowing an innocent person to die in his stead.

He squeezes his eyes closed as the windows rattle, as someone else screeches. His ears fill with the sound of teeth grinding together. Tears burst free—he couldn’t stop them even if he tried. A series of crack-crack-cracks force the bile from his throat and onto his shirt. It smells like acid and whisky.

Whisky.

He reaches for the bottle, yelping when his hand knocks it off the edge of the tub. Glass skitters across the tile flooring, hits the base of the sink. The room fills with the sharp aroma of Glen Grant. He wraps his arms over his head and sobs when the explosions don’t stop. No one hears him screaming over the carnage.

“Hob?”

What is he doing here? No, go, save yourself. You shouldn’t be here.

“What has happened?”

Please, run. Run for your life.

A hand rests on his shoulder, and he reacts without thinking: His arm swings out wildly, aimed directly at the intruder, but another hand wraps around his wrist with a grip of a steel trap. He can’t escape, and that makes it all so much worse. He can’t be captured. He can’t allow it. Not again. Not ever again.

He lunges at the person; he has to break free, even if that means killing again. He swore he never would again, but this situation calls for it.

Unfortunately, the whisky and the panic have left him unsteady and weak. He falls to the ground—or he would, if the person hadn’t easily caught him and held him to their chest.

“Hob. . .”

His tongue glues itself to the roof of his mouth, too thick and cumbersome to bother forming words, so he stays silent even as he struggles to break free. His captors will have to kill him if they want him. He will never go willingly.

His scream echoes under the thunder crashing overhead, all around.

“Hob.”

Silence, blessed silence. No bombs exploding, no screaming of the damned as they watch their doom nearing. Just the nothingness that peace brings. He inhales unsteadily. The tension in his body melts away immediately. He recognises the scent filling his nose, his lungs.

Dream.

“Yes, dear heart.”

Dream’s arms tighten around him as he starts to sob more earnestly. He’s safe here, wherever ‘here’ actually is. He lets himself sink to the warm grass beneath his feet, and Dream comes gracefully with him. He calms in increments until all that remains of his crying is the tears drying on his cheeks and the stuffy nose he now battles. Even that clears within seconds.

They must be in the Dreaming.

His fingers tighten in the fabric of Dream’s T-shirt, and he pulls until Dream moves to lie beside him in the meadow. Hot sunshine soaks into his skin, dries the tears as if they were never there. He doesn’t open his eyes even when Dream presses cool fingertips to his temple.

“What happened?”

War. War happened. But—he wasn’t really back in the war, was he? Now that he thinks about it, he was never truly in any danger from a deadly foe. No. It was all in his mind. Fucking America and their proclivity for explosives. Fucking fireworks.

“I’m moving back to London,” is all he says in response. “Hey, Dream?”

“Yes?”

“Remind me I’m alive,” Hob Gadling whispers, and Dream’s lips curve into that beautiful, small smile Hob has loved since he first saw it in 1789.

Dream’s lips brush his as the Endless whispers back, “As you wish, mine only.”

The kiss is a nice start, he thinks.

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Abe no Yasuchika Main Story: Chapter 20

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Yasuchika: I… I like you. And I don't want to like you.

Yasuchika: If only I never liked you, then I can hurt you however I want and laugh it off.

Yasuchika-san covered the look of hopelessness on his face with his hand.

Yasuchika: You’re the one who gave me warmth and made me feel loved.

Yuno: Yasuchi—

Yasuchika: Don’t say anything more. Your words are like a poison to me.

Yasuchika-san looked into my eyes.

Yasuchika: Therefore — I’m going to erase all your memories of falling in love with me.

Yuno: What…?

(What did he just say?)

He lifted his hand, and his dark colored eyes drew closer.

Yasuchika: Forget all about me and go back to living your life like a normal person.

Yuno: No, wait…

Yasuchika: “— The falling sand doesn’t stop. You reach your hand into the rain in vain.”

Yasuchika: “You will never find warmth in mud. Dirty hands will one day cover the blue sky.”

Yasuchika: “To forget everything is to put yourself to rest, loss is a way to save yourself, never reopen closed doors—”

(No—)

When I tried to escape by pulling myself out of Yasuchika-san’s arms, my body was enveloped by a purple light.

(It burns.)

Yasuchika: Come on out. Slowly.

As if guided by his whispering, a ball of light emerged from my body.

When I looked into the ball gently hovering in the air…

Yuno: Ah…

A familiar scene flashed before my eyes.

== Flashback Start ==

Yasuchika: Go ahead.

Yasuchika: Be gentle with the cursing. Actually, no, I don't care how badly you want to curse me.

Yasuchika: … If you can.

== Flashback End ==

(That was when Yasuchika-san and I had just met.)

Tears fell from my eyes when the ball burst like a bubble.

More and more balls of light appeared one after another…

== Flashback Start ==

Yasuchika: What are you doing to my lovely assistant? I’d appreciate it if you'd keep your hands off her.

…

Yasuchika: Your perseverance is attractive yet dangerous.

…

Yasuchika: And you seem like the type of person to forgive even the worst people.

…

Yasuchika: I don’t like to dream… what if I get nightmares?

== Flashback End ==

— Pop.

(They’re… disappearing.)

(I hate this!)

Each time a ball burst, I would lose those memories.

Yuno: No! Don’t disappear…

Yasuchika: It’ll be less tortuous if you stop resisting.

Yasuchika-san soothingly caressed my hair.

At the end… a shiny golden ball emerged.

Yasuchika-san reached out and gently touched the ball.

Yasuchika: These memories seem to be linked to your fox powers.

Yasuchika: … How beautiful.

(If even this one bursts…)

So far, I’ve been dealing with my situation of possessing fox powers by exterminating ayakashi.

The memories of fighting by Yasuchika-san’s side were the only things encouraging me to keep using those powers to fight by battles.

(... I’ll never be able to fight again.)

I realized it and desperately clawed at Yasuchika-san’s arm.

Yuno: Let go of me.

Yuno: Please don't take away my reason… my will to fight!

Yasuchika: Perhaps it would've been better if you never had the will to fight since the very start, then you won't be hurt.

Yasuchika-san’s voice was so gentle that it hurt to listen to.

Yuno: N—

He burst the ball with a pale finger.

(I can't remember anything. Anything at all.)

Yasuchika: … Don’t cry.

Yasuchika: You won't remember who I am after this.

Yuno: How can you be so cruel?

Yasuchika: Sorry.

The worst part of all this was that I could feel the pain Yasuchika-san was feeling. His heart was breaking.

(He isn’t capable of crying, and yet his body is screaming that he’s hurting.)

Yuno: … I like you.

Yasuchika: Don’t tell me that now.

Yuno: I like you, very much.

Yasuchika: … Yuno-san.

I stared intensely at Yasuchika-san with tearful eyes.

(You're trying to shoulder all the sorrow by yourself, but I don't feel the least bit sorry for you.)

(Because you took away what’s dear to me.)

I could barely remember why I was fond of Yasuchika-san.

Yuno: … I love you.

Yasuchika: …

His facial expression twisted and he looked like he was on the verge of tears, but there weren't any tears.

It was so dreadful to look at… yet so endearing.

Yuno: Will these feelings also disappear along with my memories?

Yasuchika: — Yeah.

I took one final look at Yasuchika-san’s face, his eyes, and burnt the sound of his voice in my memory.

Meanwhile, the golden ball floated higher into the air and cracked.

(I know that all of those memories are about to disappear.)

(Yasuchika, Yasuchika, Yasuchika, Yasuchika…)

Even the name I kept repeating in my head was flickering with the ball of light.

xxx: Yuno-san.

— I couldn't recall the name of the man in front of me.

(He’s someone I cared about.)

I cupped that man’s cheeks with both of my hands to feel his warmth.

Even if I were to forget that feeling the next second.

Yuno: — I will make myself remember who you are. I hope you’ll remember me until that day comes.

xxx: What…

He opened his eyes that were of a familiar dark color.

Not caring about anything else, I planted a kiss on them.

(I promise you.)

There was no telling whose heart was hammering loudly against their chest.

— Pop.

The last ball of light burst… everything turned into pitch darkness.

Yuno losing her consciousness was proof that her memories had been fully erased…

Yasuchika held her body close to him, like she was someone precious and fragile.

Yasuchika: — I love you too.

… Those words never reached Yuno.

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NINE OF CUPS

WISH GRANTED, INNER & OUTER HAPPINESS, PLEASED WITH YOURSELF

KEYWORDS

Happiness,  Success, Wishes Coming True, Realising Dreams, The Good Life, Abundance, Prosperous, Rewards, Achievement, Accomplishments, Self-Love, Inner Happiness,  Emotional Maturity, High Self-Esteem, Self-Confident, Self Respect, Positivity, Optimism, Emotionally Fulfilled, High Mood, Happy as You Are, Crest of a Wave, Cup Runneth Over, Content, Satisfied, Cheerful, Joy, Warmth, Smiling, Laughter,Congratulations,  ‘Cloud Nine’, ‘The Cat that Got the Cream’, ‘Pleased as Punch’, ‘Made It’, ‘Sitting Pretty’, ‘Pinching Yourself’, Well Done, Smug, Gloating, Triumphant, Euphoric, Marriage Banquet, Celebrations, Exhibitions, Showcasing, Entertaining, Parties, Socialising, Host, Hospitality, Showiness, Pomp and Ceremony,  Centre Stage, In The Spotlight, Recognition, Acclaim, Applause, Awards, Showiness, Smugness, Sex, Making Love, Sensuality, Pleasure, consummation, Eating, Drinking, Over-indulging, Me-Time, Self-Care,  ‘Because Your Worth It’, Pampering, Luxury

CARD IMAGERY DESCRIPTION

Well, well, well!  Isn’t this such a different picture to the last Cups Card we visited? Could this be the same man we saw in the Eight of Cups? Okay, it was only his back we saw as he moved away from us, travelling cloak on and leaning on a stick, but could it be he? Truthfully, yes it is he, one and the same.  Everything looks so much different now doesn’t it? Even compare it to the colours of the last Card.  In the Eight they where heavy and dark as the Moon eclipsed the Sun and the landscape looked tough and challenging.

As we arrive at the Nine of Cups, we find ourselves standing outside a large banqueting hall.  This is not just any old hall but one of the finest around.  It is large and luxurious and sumptuously decorated. The room has been prepared for a celebration and we have all been invited.  However, we have been asked to wait outside as the Cup’s Man is doing a final check to see if everything is as it should be.  We can see him through the glass window though and quietly observe him as he goes about his business.

He is dressed in a long flowing striped gown which looks loose and comfortable if not a little eccentric.  He looks like a jolly happy chappy.  His girth looks much wider than when we last saw him so he certainly hasn’t been neglecting himself.  His face has filled out too and we can’t help but smile at his well-fed appearance.  It is obvious he has put on much weight since his early days in the Two and Four of Cups.  However, he was young then and could probably get away with a lot.  He was a bit of a party boy in his younger days and regularly overindulged with food and drink, just like the rest of his friends.  Sure it went with the territory.  He had been happy and so much in love too.  Mr Cups, seemed to have everything sorted out in life and had even found the woman of his dreams in the Two of Cups.  If memory serves me well, there might even have been an engagement. They had been the toast of the town in the Three of Cups and we all secretly envied their happiness.

His bubble burst in the Four of Cups when things started to go wrong.  His despondency and disinterest in his normal life and friends was very concerning.  With so much to live for and being so happy he had fooled himself into believing that he had everything under control. That is until it eventually blew up in his face in the Five of Cups when either tragedy or disaster hit.  Never before had we known him to sink so low.  He was deeply hurt and upset by the events in that Five.  He had got his fingers badly burnt and his heart ripped out.  It was as if all his hopes and dreams for the future had been smashed.  He just wanted to die at that point in time and it was useless trying to get him to understand that time would heal and eventually he would move on.  He cloaked himself in misery for some time; not eating, not sleeping and not talking.  He didn’t want to see anyone, not even his family and closest friends.  He just wanted to be left alone to wallow in his misery.  Where had it all gone so terribly wrong?

How can one go from being ecstatically happy one moment to being on the brink of despair the next? I suppose it is life that does it to us and the fact that it sometimes has plans for us that we don’t have for ourselves. We don’t want our plans changed at all, we want life to leave us alone to get on with it.  However, the Universe often conspires with our Higher Self when we need our life plans changed for our own good.  Mr Cups, or Ms Cups, whichever way you wish to look at it, had made plans that were not in his or her best interests.

Back at the very beginning of the Cups Journey, they were presented with their first Cup from Spirit.  It positively overflowed with the potential of happiness, emotional fulfilment, compassion, love, creativity and spirituality. The Cup’s hand could barely hold its Cup for it was so heavy with blessings.  Inspired by his Cup and eager to be on his way, the Cup’s Person had run with his Elemental Gift.  He was looking forward to sharing it with everyone as quickly as possible, as there was plenty for everyone.  Each and everyone he encountered was showered with some of the Cup’s contents and quickly the Cup’s Man gathered plenty of friends around him.  It was  a jolly time and the Cup’s Man felt so lucky and blessed to be given such a wonderful gift.  He also assumed those around him felt the same.  He believed that they held the same respect for the Cup’s Gifts as he did.  Unfortunately, not all did.  Some used the Cup’s Gifts to the extreme;  overindulging in drink and food.  They confused the gifts of love and intimacy with lust and sex.  They began to seduce instead of woo and soon question marks hung over the validity or sincerity of supposed relationships.

Even the Cup’s Man himself lost some control as he went along with the crowd instead of realising that what Spirit had given, was not being utilised as it should.  The happiness he thought he had found in the Two was probably too immature or perhaps he had rushed into it, blinded by love.  By the time the Three of Cups had arrived he was totally caught up in all the socialising and partying that had become part of his life.  He wasn’t really paying attention to his Cup and the value of its precious contents.  He cast it here and he cast it there and sometimes forgot about it altogether.

The incident of the Four of Cups had brought him back down to earth with a bang.  His eyes were opened to all the hedonistic behaviour around him, the overindulgence and bad habits.  He saw his relationships, friends and himself in their true light.  What he saw deeply displeased him and he couldn’t believe that he had not looked after his Cup as well as he should have.  He had not heeded the advice of Spirit who told him not to throw its contents around in the wrong places or with the people who would not respect it.  He was told the Cup and its contents were a reflection of his heart and soul. If its contents were contaminated or sullied then so too would his heart and soul.  Deep unhappiness would then follow.  The Cup’s Man had listened to the advice but had not fully understood its implications.  He got caught up in life and the fun and joy of it all.

In The Five of Cups he began to realise his responsibility in his terrible deep unhappiness.  He had helped lead himself to this time of sadness, loss and terrible trauma.  Yes, his emotions were tainted.  His heart-felt heavy and dark.  Anger raced through him at times and in one outburst he had deliberately kicked over three of his Cups.  He had gone from Euphoria to Despair and he realised he had abused or taken for granted the wonderful Gift and Blessings Spirit had presented him with in the Ace.  He buried his face in his hands and cried and cried.  How was he ever to fix his life, how was ever to recover from the pain and how was he ever going to forgive himself and others for all that had come to be? In the background had stood those few remaining who had always being his friend, always supported him and indeed on many a night had carried him home, much the worse for wear, delivering him safely to his bed.  They stayed close by but he was oblivious to their presence.

In the Six of Cups, shaken and weary he had allowed his family and friends to rally round.  He found sanctuary in his family home and kept a very low profile.  He needed time to emotionally heal and understand what had gone wrong.  His life had ended up a sorry mess but being a true Cup’s person, he was terrified of turning sour or bitter.  Depression was now a very real fact of life for him and it frightened him. By nature, he was a warm, loving, peaceful and happy person.  The stark contrast of how he now felt made him question all the feelings he ever had. Had he really being happy? Did he feel personally fulfilled? He knew that he had not ended up in the Five of Cups by chance alone.  With time away from the distractions of the outside world in the Six of Cups he had been given time to think.  He came to the conclusion that he had deep emotional issues that had affected his life and well-being.  He had been drifting along for too long until this rude awakening, he had never really asked any questions of himself.

Beginning to feel stronger, he knew that he needed to understand himself better, as there was something missing in his life.  He was a born Cup yet he was unhappy and the root of his unhappiness eluded him.  How could he put it right if he could not identify it.  He realised that he did not know himself, so in the Seven of Cups began to spend much time in Soul Searching. He put every area of his life under a microscope, looking for something, anything that held real meaning for him.  Looking for something he could build on for his future. He sadly realised he was wanting in many areas and had also failed to realise his full potential.

Deep within the Cup that Spirit had presented him with were wonderful creative talents and abilities, yet he had only every used those contents that were closest to the surface.  The deep down gifts had required effort and time to fully utilise and master, but he had taken the easier options.  Now he was interested in this whole other side to him, his hidden identity.  He wanted to know more, but also, he had to discover where his unhappiness was truly coming from. He acknowledged there was something missing in his life and he had an idea.  He would go on a quest, a mission, a journey, a pilgrimage as such in search of that which was missing.  He cared less how long it would take, how far he would have to travel or how old he would be as long as he eventually found what he was looking for.

And so in the Eight of Cups, he did just that.  We watched him as he disappeared through the rocks.  He was leaving an old way of life behind in search of a new way of living.  He was walking away from that which did not emotionally fulfil him to seek that which did.  He would not stop until he found it.  As he journeyed over land and sea, by day and by night, consciously and subconsciously , internally and externally, he planned to expose himself to as much new experience as he could.  He intended to discover things about himself that were buried deep down.  He would explore every aspect of life and see where he fitted in, what sang to his soul and what he was naturally good at.  He would find happiness, he was sure of it.

The night before he left, he became anxious and worried. He had lain in bed, tossing and turning as he doubted his strength to carry it through.  He was filled with the fear of all the dangers that may be laying in wait for him. He began to lose his nerve.  In his mind he could hear the voices of all those who had tried to put him off his quest.  They warned him of the dangers of straying out of his comfort zone and meeting people he may not be able to trust. Would he not be better to stay where he was and settle for what he had?  As he turned his head to the window he saw the yellowy glow of the large full Moon hanging low in the sky and let out a sigh of relief.  He knew now where all the doubts were surfacing from.  They were his deep down worries and fears, his night-time demons, come to play with his mind and feelings.  The Moon always stirred up the demons from the darkest pits of his subconscious but this time he would face his fears and stand up to them.  He was not afraid for they could not harm him.  He was going on this journey and he would not need anyone to hold his hand for this was something he needed to do for himself.  He fell into a deep restful sleep.

The next morning he was off, travelling light, he had only taken the most necessary items with him. As he travelled in the Eight, he encountered many people. He met The Hermit one evening as dusk was falling.  They had sat on a rock together and had spoken at length about the meaning of life and the mysteries of the Universe.  They discussed the individual purpose of each Soul and how it was important to follow your True Path, Calling or Vocation.  The Cup’s Man saw the Wise, Old Sage in The Hermit and asked for advise on how to ‘Find Himself’.  The Hermit was a man of few words.  He advised him to ‘live like me for a while.  Strip away all the distractions, the external noise and then wait for your inner voice, your higher self to speak. ‘

The Cup’s Man was so impressed with The Hermit, he decided to follow his advice.  During this time he learned much about himself on every level. He was beginning to understand himself for the first time and saw the rhythm and flow of the Universe work its perpetual magic. He got his first glimpse of the deepest contents of his Cup and marvelled at its beauty.  He discovered talents and abilities hidden under other interesting contents.  Fuelled with desire to try them out he enrolled in courses and classes and was shown how to use these talents.  He learned to paint and developed his own style.  He was amazed by the beauty his own hands created.  These were works of art that came from the heart for he loved what he was doing. He was beginning to experience real happiness.

He took up yoga and meditation which helped reconnect him with his spiritual side.  It was during this time, that he discovered a deep peace and sense of contentment.  He had not been in a relationship for a long time but it did not worry him at all.  One thing he had discovered after his time spent with The Hermit,  was he could be alone without being lonely.  He enjoyed his own company and the peace that solitude could bring.  He painted his finest works of art when he was on his own.

He also made new friends on his journeys.  He had kept in contact with only a few friends from the past.  His life was different now, more varied, more interesting and he much happier.  This mirrored the people who were drawn to him and vice versa.  Strong bonds were formed with people who had mutual respect.  Many had embarked on journeys similar to his; on a quest for the holy grail, in search of the meaning of life, looking for happiness before it was too late.  They had much in common. When someone said they were ‘glad to meet you’ or ‘really happy for you’, they meant it.  It was not just lip service designed to impress or caress. Many were fellow artists or crafts people like himself. Their eyes shone with the sparkle of inner happiness.

As we return to the Nine of Cups, we can now appreciate that while this may be the Figure from the Eight of Cups, he most certainly is a changed man.  We have not seen him for a long time and yes, his appearance is different.  So he has put on a bit of weight here and there but doesn’t he look relaxed and content?  Apparently he is a world-renowned artist now.  He is famous for his creative interpretations of seascapes and marine life.  They say his paintings fetch a handsome sum and tonight, the glitterati and ordinary people like me, will fill this banquet hall and jostle with each other to get the first look at his latest exhibition. Then there will be a fine banquet with sumptuous food and the best of wine for us all to enjoy.

As we sneakily stare at him through the window, we are dazzled by the lavish layout of this beautiful room. Much money has been spent on this night and the guests will want for nothing. We watch the Cup’s Man settle himself on a bench in front of a table set with Nine Cups.  He sits protectively in front of them, guarding them or possibly claiming ownership.  The Gold Cups have been highly polished and twinkle and glitter in the light from the overhead chandeliers.  They are superb.

These Cups may symbolically represent his wonderful creations; works of art, pottery, sculpture or books.  They are laid out in a way so that all can be admired and appreciated.  Then again, these Nine Cups may be filled with wine later on and shared out with guests who have come to view his work.  In another light, they appear to be placed at a height above the Cup’s Man and this may be deliberate.  In the past, he was careless with his Cups. Some got knocked over, others broken and some misused.  In his journey through Seven and Eight he has learned a lot. The Cup’s Man now knows the value of his Cup’s contents and is not willing to let people treat them as they wish. He has placed them deliberately out of easy reach. Only those most trusted and those who can appreciate them will be given access.  He had fought hard to find this new peace and happiness and he will be very careful to keep it away from anything or anyone who may wish to taint it.

The Cups’ Man sits on his own, with arms folded, and lets out a deep contented sigh.  Before the doors open, he just wants to sit here and savour the moment, to wallow in his success.  This is not just the success of his exhibition, his banquet or whatever else he may be doing but it is his personal triumph in finding his True Self, His Inner-Happiness, his Self-Respect, Self-Worth and Self-Love.  He did it.  He succeeded in his mission. He had gone on a quest for the Holy Grail and found it. He went in search of his Ninth Cup and now it stands proudly behind him after joining the previous Eight.

He had wished and dreamed for this moment for so long and as he sits proud as punch in front of his achievements we will have to forgive him for looking a little smug with himself.  He looks like the ‘cat that got the cream’ .  On his head he wears a red hat with a large red feather.  The colour red speaks of the passion he has put into his search and the feather symbolically represents his success.  He now can claim another ‘feather in his cap’.  He has reached for the stars and has managed to catch them.  He has found what he was looking for. His Dream has come True and he is on Cloud Nine. It feels good to be him, very good and he can’t wait for the party to begin.  It will be a night to remember and he wants to share it with those people who mean something to him. He has eventually become a success after all the hard work and has gained the recognition of many. Things couldn’t get much better right now.

Another thing he has realised about himself, is that he enjoys all the pomp and ceremony that go with these occasions.  He loves being the Master of Ceremonies, Chief Host or Entertainer.  He will oversee the whole evening and make sure that everyone has a good time and has laid on many surprises and treats for his guests.  Let us hope that he takes it easy with the food and drink tonight for if he is to attend many more of these functions, it won’t be long before his girth gets even wider.

As we wait for the doors to open, we look back at the Cup’s Man sitting on his bench and wonder if he has anyone special in his life.  He sits alone but why? Maybe it is the final piece of the jigsaw that needs to be put in place.  He has found himself, found that which makes him happy, is happy in his own skin and with who he is. He had developed his talents and skills and has achieved much success.  The final piece of the jigsaw will find him opening his heart to another.   All this new-found happiness will lead to nothing if he keeps it to himself. Will he find that special someone who he will want to share his precious Cup with?  He now has something of real worth to offer.  He has learned the tough lesson in that before one can love another, one must first come to love and be happy with the self. He will also be able to recognise that in another so will be drawn to the right kind of relationship for him.  A relationship built on trust, substance, strong foundations, love and respect.  He has put in the hard work and travelled far in search of it so it would be nice to see this story have a happy ending. Maybe, he will meet someone at the Banquet tonight?

He can afford to relax as abundance and prosperity are now his. Well done Mr Cups and Congratulations.  Give yourself a pat on the back for you certainly deserve it.

MEANING

When the Nine of Cups appears in your Reading, life is certainly looking good for you.  This is a great Card to turn up in any Reading and is much welcomed by all. You will be going through a period of great happiness and contentment with little or nothing in the way of unpleasantness to take the smile off your face.  Yes, smiling and laughing are very strongly suggested here. You are in an emotionally strong place and in fantastic mood. Life is really looking good at present and everything is working out as hoped for. It is a time for being aware of and appreciating all your blessings and the magic of life.  Great happiness and joy accompany this Card, and in the Upright, it comes from a great depth and is heartily meant.

The Nine of Cups is traditionally known as the ‘Wish Card’ in so much as what you have wished for you will get.  Those things that were dreamed of in the Seven of Cups are now coming true, and so too might your dreams.  However, be it the fulfilment of your wish or the realisation of your dream, it will have been worked hard for.  Much effort will have gone into arriving at this day which will only make your feel more satisfied with yourself and the outcome.  It really seems that everything is at last working out in your favour.  You look like the ‘cat that got the cream’ and are delighted with yourself.  At long last you have made it to where you want to be.  It is your time to shine now, so get up on that stage, stand in the spotlight and take your applause. Your happiness has come down to you and your attitude.  Well done.

Wonderful joy and abundance come with this Card.  Abundance may be on the material level but with this being a Cup’s Card, material abundance is not worth much if it just travels on its own. Great inner happiness, self-confidence and self-esteem are expressions of abundance too and all are suggested with this Card. It heralds a time when you understand the importance of finding inner-happiness.  You may have thought you were happy at other times but the Nine of Cups takes you to another level altogether.  You are riding high at the moment; on the crest of a wave, your Cup runneth over with pure positivity and optimism.   Such is the euphoria suggested by this Card you may find it difficult to refrain from pinching yourself every now and then just to check it is not a dream but reality.

The Nine of Cups can symbolically represent being rewarded after a period of hard work and effort. Whatever you have been working on has come to successful fruition and you can sit back now and take all the praise and applause you have rightfully earned.  People now see you in a different light and many will be envious of not only your abilities and skills, but also because of the wonderful inner-light that glows in and around you. It positively oozes from your pores.  Your happiness and warmth are infectious too and many will seek you out for the positive effect you have on them. Others will see you as inspirational; someone who has relentlessly pursued their dream regardless of set backs or the opinion of others.  You must realise that you have achieved something that many, many others crave in their lives but do not have the courage or determination to go after.

This is now your time to shine and you have every right to feel rather pleased with yourself.  You can’t help but smile and feel a little smug,  now can you? However, there may also be a tendency to gloat, especially if there have been those who dissed you along the way, failed to offer support or laughed at your dream. While you have every right to feel superior and rub their noses in it, you will only taint the success you have achieved.  We are all on our own paths and each of us in turn must find our way.  This is your path and what is right for you. It must be wonderful to feel so sure of yourself and where you are going. Oh, wouldn’t we all just love to be where you are now, sitting pretty and the centre of much attention?

The Nine of Cups can suggest emotional maturity and the understanding of what is important and what is not.  There is a feeling that you have Found Your Self at long last.  It is a time for seeing the bigger picture in life and for truly knowing what it is you have been looking for, where you want to be and what you want to do. It can suggest a time for moving away from an old style of living that was based more on other’s wants, needs and expectations.  The Nine of Cups suggests that it is all about you at the moment.  You have taken centre stage for the moment and consider yourself the key player in your life.  This does not mean to say that you are insensitive to others feelings or needs.  Rather it means you are in control of your life and are in a Self-Care mode.  This is a time for concentrating on your needs and what makes you happy.  Let others think what they wish for you cannot keep everyone happy.

When the Nine of Cups appears, you best prepare for getting dressed up and going out.  Your social life is likely to be very busy with invites to parties and celebrations.  Indeed, you may be throwing a big party yourself, acting as Chief Host or Hostess and are revelling in all the preparations that are involved. You love all the pomp and ceremony that goes with great social occasions so here you can let rip. This is a great opportunity for you to showcase your creative talents and everyone will notice the extra-special personal touches you have added to make it spectacular.  Occasions may be lavish and extravagant, with much money, time and effort put into making it a grand event for all who are invited.  Try not to overdo it by turning it into an overly showy circus of an event.  You are seen sitting alone in this Card, the table laid out for a banquet. Every thing looks pristine and in place.  However, you now have to let the guests in, so make sure people can relax and enjoy themselves too.

Sometimes the Nine of Cups can simply suggest a gathering of close family and friends who revel in each other’s company.  Any parties or celebrations held under the influence of this Nine will undoubtedly be a massive success and will be much talked about for some time to come.  The Nine of Cups is a card for good health and vitality, although there is a tendency to over indulge when one is feeling in so high a  mood. Try to guard against terrible hangovers.

Where Relationships are concerned, it augurs well.  You may have found your Soul Mate and understand for the first time the beauty of a good relationship.  You are certainly happy with the way things have worked out for you on a romantic level.  You may have eventually won the heart of the one you wooed for so long. There is a great sense of knowing that it has been well worth the wait.  There is a true understanding of what it is you want in a relationship and what or who will make you happy.

This Nine also suggests taking your partner out or getting out and about a bit more.  A bit of Pampering and luxury is on the Cards and strongly recommended. Time to book that fancy restaurant or 5 Star Hotel for you are Worth It.

Engagement, Marriage or Pregnancy may be on the Cards for you when the Nine of Cups appears. It can suggest parties, banquets and celebrations with those who come to share in your happiness or Big Day.  The day you have dreamed of for so long may have eventually arrived and this Card can highlight that time, when all the work has been done, and all that’s left to do is go and get changed into your special clothes before the guests arrive.

We must also look at the possibility with the Nine of Cups in a Relationship Reading that the Figure in this Card sits alone because he is happy to be alone.  He may be very content with the way things are and is not in a rush at present to get involved in any relationship.  He may be working on his career or choosing to stay single after leaving an earlier relationship.  As mentioned earlier, the Nine of Cups is very much a card about the ‘Self’ and doing what feels right for you.  You may feel just fine as you are without the need of a partner.  You may prefer to go to weddings and social occasions alone and not feel the need to catch the bouquet or become envious of the bride.  Indeed you may have had a lucky escape in the past (check surrounding cards for verification of this), and are enjoying your  new-found freedom. It can indicate a time for Loving Yourself instead of another.

Then again, because of the nature of this Card, you may also have everything in place, are happy, know who you are and what you want.  When you learn to love yourself, you put a high value on yourself and this is expressed in the type of relationships you seek or draw to you. All that is missing now is the right person to share your life with but there is no sense of urgency in this Card. You are quite willing to wait until the right person, that special someone, comes along and you will recognise them as soon as you see them.  Because this is a Nine Card, it can suggest to those who are seeking or waiting, that it won’t be long before you meet the partner of your dreams. They are just around the corner and heading your way.  In fact it is quite likely that you will meet them at a party or social occasion. No need to be on the lookout as you will find each other quite easily. As this is the Cups suit, which deals with the emotions it, won’t take you long before you set your cap at someone.

The downside of the Nine of Cups in Relationships is the possibility you may have set unrealistic expectations about romance or the ideal partner.  Your dream guy or girl may be too dreamy or unattainable.  You may have set your standards too high and are not prepared to compromise.  We shall examine this area more deeply when the Nine of Cups Reverses.

The Nine of Cups also refers to enjoying the pleasures of the flesh and feeling sexually alive.  The opposite sex will find you particularly alluring and desirable at this time as you ooze sex appeal and look pretty damn good. In relationships it suggests a healthy sex life and feeling sexually confident. You are happy in your skin and at peace with who you are.  With no personal hang-ups or distorted body image you are free to enjoy a wonderful sex life with your partner.  Passion, sensuality and making love will be high on your list of priorities right now.  Along with romance, mutual respect and communication, regular physical contact with your partner will seal the bond on a strong relationship.

The Nine of Cups suggests creativity and great happiness in your Career.  With the Cups being the most artistic and creative of all the Suits, the Cups behind the Figure may symbolically represent your creative works of art being displayed at an exhibition or book launch. You are now doing something in your career that is making you extremely happy.  You are indeed very proud of what you have achieved in your career or created and are exactly where you want to be.  You are eventually getting the recognition and praise you deserve as people see the quality and beauty of your work.  It is a true expression of who you are. You have worked hard to get to the top and are so proud of what you have achieved.  You are bound to be in much demand with invitations coming from all angles. It can be tough at the top though so make sure you balance this with plenty of rest and simple living when you can.

Things couldn’t be going better for you in work at the moment. Everything just seems to be flowing smoothly and work is a joy. Your work emotionally fulfills you. You feel incredibly lucky.

Whatever dreams you had for your Business have been realised and you are feeling quite smug with your lot. Your business may receive an award or be singled out for showcasing.  You have done it.  You have received the recognition you rightly deserve.  You have made it in the Business World and others now look to you for inspiration or as a role model. You followed your heart and it has not failed you.

This Card also suggests someone who loves to entertain and can be quite showy. Your career may involve you in being a hostess, banquet or event manager, or even an entertainer at parties.

The Nine of Cups indicates the positive rewards that are available to us all should we take the time to truly evaluate our lives and never give up on our search for inner-happiness and enlightenment.  It is hard to understand what it is we truly want in life but it is not so hard to recognise that which we do not want, especially if we are living it. What we do about it is another matter.  We are all on a Spiritual Journey and have a particular path to follow.  We must listen to our heart and inner-voice so that we make the right choices which will enable us to realise our potential instead of suffocating it through stagnation and unhappiness. The Nine of Cups shows us what we can achieve if we try.

[cordelianewman]

"Well, we could have convinced Ros that the Grinch was sneaking in and stealing the ornaments, but Colton wouldn't have bought it." chuckling softly, "And you know that would have probably given Ros nightmares and have her sleeping in our bed for the next six months." Which wouldn't be horrible, but also wouldn't exactly be ideal either. So definitely can see his desire to not take the ornaments off the tree for their secret to stay just that, a secret. Everything else they were joking about seemed to disappear as what was happening around them became almost like they were locked in a snowglobe and all she could focus on was that moment between the pair of them. This was happening? This was real? Part of her was terrified to wake up to some horrible dream and snap back to reality that was actually two years ago and she's back to working in the diner barely making ends meet and this had all been just what she had hoped had been real. Tears prickled at her eyes, her hand traveling up her opposite arm and pinching the tiniest bit of skin till she felt the pain giving her the idea this was real. Cage down on one knee in front of her, the glow of the Christmas tree surrounding them in the home they were building for them, their family, their future family together.

The deal breaker, it didn't surprise her coming from Cage. Even though he had been the one to set the terms, that the big things they'd talk about at the end of the year, that he'd be the one to break them. Buying a house together, wanting to live together, now getting engaged. There was only one big topic on their list of conversations to be had at the end of the year, and with getting engaged it was something they would have to talk about. If they were fundamentally on different ends of it, things would never work, but right now wasn't the time to have that discussion. "Well this is kind of the last decision you could make on your own." A bubbled laugh of emotion falling from her lips, "So I'm glad you chose this one, the other would be really freaking awkward." she pointed out, her nerves getting the best of her. A soft noise left her lips and tears slipped down her cheeks in happiness, almost feeling like she'd burst into a waterfall of tears. There was no denying she loved the man in front of her. From the moment she was dressed in a little gingham dress chasing after him on the playground and him running away from cooties, Cordelia's life had been entangled up in Cage and destined from him as if he had been written for her in the stars. "Yes." she nodded, "Yes. A million times I want nothing more than to marry you and spend the rest of my life on this crazy, Earth with you." she said glancing at the most stunning ring in the box before back at him. She pulled him up and pressed her lips to his in a heavy, albeit wet kiss from the tears on her face before feeling the hands and a ring being slipped onto her finger.

"I figured the kids would be a little suspicious if we suddenly took the star off the tree or started removing the window clings," he let out a low laugh. After all, Colton and Rosalyn had worked hard at putting up those decorations. Taking them all down again seemed almost cruel. Even if it was for a bigger, better surprise in the end. He felt his heart fill when she assured him that she could see the house for what it was, knowing that it was all he could have wanted. "Just wait until we get that kitchen closer to finished," he teased, offering her a lopsided smile. Once they could cook a meal, make their coffee, everything would feel better. But at least they had that one cozy, warm room that felt right. He watched as her fingers moved over the ornaments, smiled as she reminisced about hanging the ornament up high, happy to have a place to put them. It had been hard, he could tell, to not have her family tree to hang the ornaments, to not trust the apartment she was living in to be a safe place to decorate. All he had wanted to do was give her a happy Christmas last year… and now? It was their Christmas. In their home.

And then she was turning to face him. Cage's eyes moved to her face instantly, meeting her gaze as it bounced between the ring in the box and his face. He laughed -- or tried to -- at her question, the sound coming out a lot throatier than he had meant for it to, bent around the catch in his throat. To give himself a moment, he nodded, not trusting his voice just yet as he gathered his thoughts, knowing that he hadn't quite prepared for this. He had been walking around with the ring in his pocket since Emmy had given it to him, just waiting for the right moment, wondering when it would happen… and then it did. He had talked to Theodore and Jason to get their blessing, but it was that conversation with Colton at the tree farm, talking to his son about marriage and love and life that he knew. Colton had been quiet for a while when Cage admitted to having the ring made, showed it to him in the truck, before shrugging, and shooting his father a grin. 'I want to wear boots with my tux at the wedding, though.' It was time.

"I decided to break our deal," he cleared his throat, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he watched her face even as it became soft around the edges, his vision blurring with tears that he blinked away. "I made an end of the year decision without you." Because that had been the deal -- talk about the hard things at the end of the year. Figure out where they stood, what they wanted. Then the house happened, and they moved in together, and suddenly, painfully, he needed her to be his. "I should have made you a Newman years ago, because I've known since I used to chase you around the playground that you not only had my heart, but were my heart. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Here, in this house, with our family, and I want you to finally have my last name, be my wife, that way I've always wanted you to be," he smiled, then, tilting the box up towards her a little more to show off the ring, glistening in the Christmas lights just behind her. "Cordelia Elizabeth Browning… will you marry me?"

[palajae]

misfit. | ksw

PAIRING ▸ hufflepuff! sunoo x slytherin! reader

GENRE ▸ hogwarts! au, s2ls, romance, angst, fluff, humor

SUMMARY ▸ you swear your new seatmate in potions gets on your last nerve. everything about him just irks you. you swear kim sunoo will be the death of you, whether you like it or not (and maybe you do). 

WORD COUNT ▸ 3.7k

AKA all’s fair in love and war. 

NOTES ▸ mentions of food, reader is just trying to live their life, also reader is kinda a jerk, not proofread ???

part of the charms and chasers miniseries.

“YOU GUYS ARE GETTING NEW SEATMATES THIS YEAR!” 

your professor chirps excitedly, completely ignoring the groans and complaints emitting from all the students. 

you, on the other hand, could care less. potions was always a boring class, and that meant an extra nap period for you. your professor couldn’t even say anything either, as you usually scored high marks on her tests. 

whoever your seatmate and partner for schoolwork activities was, you were sure you wouldn’t care. as long as they minded their own business and you yours, everything would be fine. 

or so you thought. 

you hear your name being called out and you look up expectantly. 

“you’re next to kim sunoo!”

a few whispers break out but you ignore them. the name sounded quite familiar to you, yet you couldn’t place a face to it. slowly, your eyes travel around the room to finally land on a shy looking boy, decked out in a yellow and gray sweater. 

kim sunoo—the hufflepuff—that’s right.

shrugging, you make your way over to your new desk and seatmate. you’re not sure what to think about the sudden bright smile sent your way, along with a chirpy 

“nice to meet you, i’m kim sunoo!”

turns out, kim sunoo—the hufflepuff—is not nearly who he seems to be. on the second day of having new seats, you find out more about sunoo that you would’ve originally liked. 

first thing was, he mutters to himself. 

in the beginning you thought you were hallucinating or dreaming it. but no, as you observed over the course of that first week, sunoo would talk to himself under his breath. you didn’t know or care about what he was saying, but it didn’t help to make your designated nap period any better. 

once you did find out, however, what he said? discussed? to himself, you only furrowed your eyes in disbelief. and made a mental note to bring ear plugs the next day- since you were the only one able to hear him due to the proximity. of course, it was just loud enough for you to hear and not anyone else. 

sunoo would literally mutter about anything: his plans for the rest of the day, thought process while working out a problem, even giving himself encouragement for crying out loud. nothing wrong with that, but when you just wanted peace and quiet, the more and more he got on your nerves. 

secondly, he taps on your shoulder. a little too much for comfort. 

obviously the action itself didn’t bother you- wait no, you take that back- sunoo tapping on your shoulder and the interaction that proceeded after made you bite your cheek in annoyance. 

sunoo softly pokes your shoulder, waking you right as you were about to drift off. it’s like he knew exactly when you were ask close to falling asleep and decided to burst that bubble. 

it’s always some random, obscure question about class content that you tell him the answer in literally a second before returning to your comfortable position and praying he doesn’t wake (read: bother) you again. 

number three: kim sunoo actually tries to be friends with you. 

at least, you assume he is. sunoo wouldn’t “annoy” you as much as he was unless he was trying to be your friend, right? asking about your day, your favorite class, your sleep schedule (note to self- sunoo was either a great observer or you were extremely obvious- and the answer was probably the latter). 

you had nothing against your seatmate. nothing personal, at least. but potions was always your free clsss and now it suddenly wasn’t. those simple three observations about sunoo weren’t even the main reason why you were so annoyed by kim sunoo’s presence. 

but it was. it was all because of kim sunoo and kim sunoo entirely.

it was all because of his bright personality that attracted anyone and everyone to your table in the morning. people would stop by his desk on the way to their own, every single day without fail. it wouldn’t bother you if they weren’t so irritating- the way they chattered and laughed so obnoxiously. 

since when was kim sunoo so popular? and why did he have to be so popular? 

you voiced all of this and unfortunately for your friends, they had to be on the receiving end of your daily frustration- mainly due to your lack of confrontation skills and willingness to bottle things up until they explode.  

“i just don’t get it. why can’t they talk somewhere else? why does it have to be right in front of me? why can’t sunoo-“

ningning interrupts you while taking a big bite of her sandwich, “you know, this is the first time you’ve ever talked about someone so much, and the fact that it’s kim sunoo of all people?”

yuna nods in agreement. 

“same. i’m shocked.” 

your chewing slows. 

“what kind of response is that, guys?” you whine, gripping the utensil in your hands tighter. last time you peeked over to hufflepuff’s table where sunoo was, you saw a crowd sitting around him. needless to say, you weren’t surprised one bit. 

“okay, okay. it’s simple, just tell him.”

your lips press into a thin line. ningning nods encouragingly, “if you’re that bothered, just let him know and i bet he’ll stop. from what i’ve heard, he’s super nice.”

you huff, “yeah and then what? i’ll just seem like the jerk slytherin complaining about the nice and popular hufflepuff.” 

they exchange looks as you sink further into your seat. 

“did you see niki on the field yesterday? he was so cool…“

the boy rolls his eyes playfully, “i wouldn’t call niki cool but-“

you roll your eyes for the nth time, desperately trying to (indiscreetly) plug your ears from the conversation half a foot away from you. again, you shouldn’t have been surprised sunoo was better friends with some people from your house than you were. 

“don’t worry, you’ll pass the next test!”

“hey, you can always come sit with me at lunch!”

“-i think you’re way smarter than she is.” 

kim sunoo was too warm and optimistic for his own good. luckily for you, your professor calls everyone to their desks so you could finally have a moment of peace and quiet. 

the moment she says “group work,” you rub a hand over your face. originally, you set a rule at the beginning of the school year. split the work up half and half, simple and effective. that’s how you would do it, disregarding the uncertain look on sunoo’s face when you brought up said rule and the silence that would fall upon your table when working (and only your table). 

but sunoo seemed set on breaking that today. 

occasionally he would reach over, flashing you his bright eyes and hesitant smile while asking for help. then you would internally sigh before helping him- which meant you giving him your paper to copy and vice versa. at least he was adequate at potions, you gave him that. 

but perhaps you didn’t think about how you appeared to treat sunoo. even if you didn’t think he was that bad (disregarding the daily complaints to your friends), that’s not how exactly it seemed to others. 

it was the middle of fall, and you had just walked into class, a dark scarf wrapped around most of your face. at first you didn’t think much of the people at your and sunoo’s desk- it was something you had kinda gotten accustomed to- although that didn’t mean you were any more okay with their presence. 

but when you get close enough to hear their words, you stop straight in your tracks. 

“-seriously, what’s with your seatmate? do they always have to make that grumpy face everyday they come in?”

“yeah, like what did they even do to you sunoo? it’s like they just got their ears screamed off by a mandrake literally all the time.” 

you’re not sure what to do, feet awkwardly stopped in their position and body still frozen. 

but you hear blood rushing in your ears at what comes next. 

“hey guys, let’s not assume anything. seriously, y/n isn’t all that bad. we don’t know what’s going on with them so there’s no need to get upset over it. thank you for worrying about me, but i’m perfectly fine with them. really.” 

guilt washes over you. is that how everyone else saw you? some brooding kid being rude for no reason to sunoo- the kind and positive student who was willing to help anyone out at any time? 

you understand why sunoo is as popular as he is. 

and so you take a deep breath, sit down at your desk, and turn to kim sunoo.

“how was your day?” you attempt your best smile but it comes out a little too forced and the corner of your mouth twitches. 

three pairs of astonished eyes stare at you.  

from then on, you try your best to be nicer to your classmate. now when he asks for help, or even a simple question of how you were feeling, you take a deep breath in and answer with more patience. not a short, blunt one word response. 

you hide a smile at the surprised expression on his face the first few times you actually talk back to him. conversation actually happens. sunoo is a bit cheery compared to what you’re accustomed to, but it’s not… horrible?

even to point where you feel your relationship has turned into almost a friendship. at least something better than strangers. 

the next day, sunoo sends you his typical cheery smile as you nod in response. for a little while now, you’ve been having more energy in potions class- and wondering why. 

“alright students, you guys have a group project assigned! please work with your deskmate to complete it…” 

your professor drones on as your eyes flick to the boy sitting next to you. a group project with sunoo? 

he laughs hesitantly once you lock gazes, “did you want to split the work like we norm-“

“are you free later to work in the library?” 

your sudden interjection makes his eyes widen. a moment of silence falls upon your table and you avoid his gaze, crossing your arms and clearing your throat. 

“t-together?” he manages to get out and you nod. 

“we can…” your voice comes out a little more quietly than you expected. 

sunoo blinks a couple of times before a cute smile settles on his face and he agrees.

“you’re really good at potions, i’m honestly really jealous. you get the best grades without even studying.” 

flustered, you awkwardly deny his remarks. if you thought there would be any awkwardness between you two when you were working in the library together, you thought completely wrong. 

sunoo left no room for any awkward silence or accidental speaking over each other. 

“but how do you remember which way to stir each potion? i always forget since there are so many to memorize.”

for the first time, sunoo sees you straighten up, suddenly invested in explaining. he can’t help but get lost in the way you talk so eagerly, hands gesturing animatedly. you must be really interested in potions, he notes. 

as you finish up your parts for the day, sunoo sighs with a content shake of his head. 

“man, i’ll have to work extra hard on this project so we’ll get a good grade. you’re a really good teacher, y/n.” 

you smile and sunoo pauses at that. 

“thanks, sunoo.” 

later at lunch, your calm silence scares your friends. you sip your water, looking completely unbothered. since when did you stop your daily complaint about kim sunoo in potions class? 

“hey y/n,” yuna starts off cautiously, “how was potions?” 

you shrug, “fine.” 

ningning and yuna exchange concerned looks. 

“potions class?” she repeats, “was fine?” 

you glance questioningly at the both of them facing you, “did i say something wrong?”

the two words, the name, hang unresolved in the air. 

“what happened to your daily sunoo rant?” yuna’s eyes widen for emphasis and ningning nods enthusiastically. 

“the whole sunoo’s so annoying, i strongly dislike potions now, i want a new seat mate agenda?”

“i never said that!” you protest and they roll their eyes. 

“close enough.” 

you shrug disinterestedly. “i mean, i guess it’s gotten better. sunoo’s fine.”

“fine?!” 

they repeat incredulously and you hastily shush them, shooting apologetic looks to your surrounding housemates.  

it doesn’t take long for them to figure out, however. you hadn’t even sat down in charms when yuna essentially ambushes you. 

“you hung out with sunoo at the library?”

your rigid figure at her outburst relaxes, only to stiffen again. 

“what? who told you that? and we didn’t hang out, we were-“

she gasps dramatically, catching the attention of others nearby. “so you were with him?” 

you hiss for her to be quiet, before you place two hands on yuna’s shoulders. 

with a serious look, you calmly reply with, “i don’t know who in merlin’s beard saw, but we were working on a group project. that’s it.” 

she promptly ignores you, muttering to herself with a hand on her chin. “that’s why you didn’t complain about him at lunch the other day, why you didn’t seem as grumpy and-“

“hey! that’s not entirely true,” you protest while sending her one last exasperated look before the professor comes in and shushes the class. 

and as much as you began to become friends with sunoo and enjoy his presence, you couldn’t escape it- the whispers that would follow you in the hallways. 

kim sunoo with y/l/n y/n? 

were they dating? 

your friends couldn’t help but tease you regardless. all you could do was attempt (and fail) to keep your cool while denying everything. 

you found sunoo to be a nice classmate. polite, respectful, any positive related adjective could be attributed to sunoo. in fact, sunoo was rather charming. 

“how was your exam yesterday?”

your eyebrows furrow, “exam?”

“yeah, you mentioned a herbology exam yesterday.” 

you didn’t remember mentioning it to sunoo, but apparently he did- and he had a much better memory than you did. or he just cared that much about you, which you almost laughed at the thought. 

“oh, well, it was fine. or at least, i think so?”

“i bet you did great!”

he sends you an encouraging smile, which you can only hold for a second before looking away. although you can’t see it, he holds back a laugh at your reaction. 

ever since people began teasing you, you couldn’t help but keep their words in mind every time you saw sunoo. 

you couldn’t help but question, did you like sunoo?

there’s no way. and there was no way he liked you back. 

after all, kim sunoo was simply nice to everyone. it was just in his nature. asking you about your day everyday and remembering even the smallest details about you didn’t mean anything, you constantly reminded yourself that. 

the rest of the period goes by in a flash, mainly since you decided to sleep through most of it. you pack up your stuff, debating whether to go to the great hall to eat or just find some place to study before you failed your next quiz. 

“bye, y/n.” 

surprised, you glance up to see sunoo giving you a chiding look while shaking a pointed finger, “don’t skip so many meals! it’s not good for you.”

with that, he takes his leave while you sit there, dumbfounded at the way your heart pounded at his words. 

how did he know? it’s like he read your mind or something, and it wasn’t the first time either. 

yesterday you literally dragged your feet to your seat and face planted onto the desk. while you pretty much stayed in that position the whole period, you only got up when you felt a tap on your shoulder. 

sunoo’s concerned face came into view as he lowered himself to whisper to you. unconsciously, your breath hitched as his face came closer.

“professor told me to wake you up, but i put the cauldron in front to block you so she can’t see. it’s okay, just go back to sleep,” he urged gently. 

half-awake and half wondering if you were in a dream or not, you obediently and gladly followed his orders until class was over. the sound of students shuffling out automatically woke you up. it was something you had gotten accustomed to (and proud of) after years of practice. 

but while packing up your books, you notice a note left on the table. it read, 

next time, don’t stay up too late! it’s not good for you >:(

and signed -s with a smiley face. at first, still in your sleepy daze, it took you a couple of seconds to connect the pieces. it was obviously sunoo who left that message, but why? 

why was he being so nice to you and making you question your feelings? 

why was he ending up on your mind a lot more than you’d like? 

you decide to take the initiative for a change. 

spotting sunoo studying alone, underneath a tree in the shade, you muster the courage to approach him. 

he looks focused, lips mouthing silent words to himself as he stares at the text in front of him.

you open your mouth, then hesitate, then open it again. 

“are you… struggling?” 

surprised, sunoo jolts in his spot as you hide a smile. immediately after though, he scoots over for you to sit next to him. 

“y-yeah, how did you know?” he says sheepishly. 

you shrug carelessly, “you always talk to yourself when you don’t understand.”

his eyebrows raise at that, slight smile forming. “really? me?”

you nod, suddenly shy and deciding to cross your arms. “anyways, i might be able to help. if,” you pause, “if you want.”

he eagerly accepts and you take a look at his notes. as you begin explaining, the distance between you two lessens significantly. at some point, you can’t ignore the tingling sensation from the touch of his leg on yours. 

“s-so,” you begin to stutter, indiscreetly trying to shift positions, “the invention of the-the battery in muggle, society, is u-uh,”

“are you okay?” sunoo asks softly and you nod immediately. you try your best to seem unaffected, but the laugh he can’t help but let out seems to prove otherwise. 

when he comes into potions the next day, running to you with a gleeful expression, you know it’s over. 

being next to him with the view of his handsome side-profile and hair blowing in the wind, forever imprinted in your memory, is enough for you. 

and the satisfied smile on his face, proof that you caused a part of his happiness, is more than enough for you. 

“aren’t you gonna be happy,” ningning cheekily murmurs to you as you leave class. 

“what do you mean?” 

“your next class is potions… with you-know-who,” she says in that annoying sing song voice, in which you want to smack that smug look off her face (lovingly). 

“whatever,” you mumble, leaving her behind to get to your next class on time. perhaps you came to terms with how you felt about sunoo. and you also came to terms with the fact that he would never share the same feelings for you, in the same way. 

as much as sunoo sneakily creeped his way into your heart, you doubted you could or would ever be able to do the same. 

you make it to your seat before sunoo enters, noticing how he walks in with his friends, laughing and joking as they find their seats. 

you shrink into your dark green scarf, eyes downcast. your grip on your quill tightens when sunoo walks over.  

he greets you and you attempt to respond normally, although your eyes barely meet his. 

“what’s wrong?”

you despised him for always noticing the tiniest details about you. 

you swallow, "hm? what are you talking about?”

sunoo frowns for the first time in front of you, and you feel even worse for causing that reaction of his. 

he’s quiet for a moment, before he speaks in a tone you’ve never heard before, 

“then, do you want to go to hogsmeade together?” 

you know- you already know it’s most likely an effort to make you feel better as a nice friend- and yet those words can’t help but slip out of your mouth anyway. 

you raise an eyebrow, unimpressed, “like a date?” 

then it hits you, what your stupid no-filter mouth just unleashed. with a split-second delay, you cup a hand over your mouth, horrified. 

sunoo pauses at your words and you’re just about to apologize when he cuts you off. 

“yeah,” he looks away bashfully, “if you’re up for it.”

you shoot up from your position. did you just hallucinate his words? 

“me? and you?” you fumble for words, utterly astounded. 

“yes?” sunoo sounds almost confused. he scratches the back of his head, “i thought it was obvious that i liked you.”

at that your mouth drops open. kim sunoo? likes you? 

he lets out an endeared giggle at your expression. “I was always trying to get your attention, but i think you just didn’t notice. i really thought you weren’t interested.”

“w-what-but, how?” you splutter, feeling much warmer with your scarf wrapped around you compared to earlier. 

you catch his reddening ears and fidgety hands. 

“to be honest, i thought you were really interesting and mysterious at first. so i wanted to get close to find out more about you, but that didn’t exactly work for a while.”

you cringe, about to apologize, but sunoo holds a hand to stop you. 

“so i did make an effort to get to know you better, and along the way it just happened that i thought you were different… and cute. 

you soften at that. 

“you didn’t act fake to me. you didn’t try to use me for my kindness. you were just you, and i liked that a lot.” 

“sunoo…”

“even if you reject me now, i’m so happy and grateful that we’re friends now, and-“

hold on, reject? 

“sunoo,” you quickly interrupt. he stops and glances at you uncertainly. without thinking about it much, and with a pounding heart, you place a hand over his shaking one. 

“i like you too. like, a lot,” you mutter shyly. his eyebrows shoot up as you rub your hands nervously together. “of course I’ll go with you.”

let’s just say, many were surprised to see the living sunshine kim sunoo and you walking out of potions class with your hands intertwined. 

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『 Seonghwa & Honeymoon Hot Tub Sex 』 | KTB ‘22

⇒ pairing: p. seonghwa x fem!reader

⇒ smut, fluff, hot tub sex, unprotected sex

⇒ word count: 821

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You exhale in absolute contentment as the hot tub’s jet streams make the warm water bubble around you. You sink down further until the water comes up to your neck, the heat making you instantly relax from the exhausting day of travel. It was a long journey to get here, but you are finally in the Maldives on the honeymoon of your dreams with the man of your dreams.

Speaking of the devil, your just-turned husband Seonghwa comes strolling out of the private luxury villa with a bottle of expensive champagne and two glasses in his hands. He carefully pours drinks for you both before sitting down next to you and wrapping his free arm around your shoulders to pull you close.

“I can’t believe I’m so lucky to have married you,” he says with a genuine smile and stars in his eyes. “Cheers to the rest of our lives together.”

He clinks his glass against yours when you blush and you both take a sip. The rich taste makes you close your eyes and hum in satisfaction. This moment could not be any more perfect if you tried. When you look again at Seonghwa, your heart swells with happiness and love to the point that you fear it might burst.

Seonghwa, seeing the jubilant expression on your face, chuckles and asks, “What is that look for?”

You can’t help but roll your eyes at his obliviousness as you simply answer his question by leaning in to give him a lingering kiss. Of course, he doesn’t contest as he reciprocates the action. He removes his one arm from around your shoulders and instead wraps it around your waist, pulling you over to straddle him. Since you are staying in a secluded villa, you both opted to swim without clothes on, leaving your pussy pressed against his hardening dick.

Staring at you with his hungry and lustful expression, he slowly sets his glass down next to the champagne bottle before reaching for yours and doing the same. With your hands free, you place them on the sides of his face, softly caressing his cheek as you take time to engrave this moment in your memory forever: how beautiful he looks, how unconditionally you love him, how perfect his body feels pressed against yours. He gazes at you as if you are his entire world and you want nothing more than to be as close to him as possible for the rest of your life.

Seonghwa brings you back to the present moment when he leans back in to kiss you passionately, his hands moving to grip your ass. He grinds you against his cock for more friction, the sensation also stimulating your clit with each roll of your hips. The two of you move languidly, feeling no rush in expressing just how much you love and need each other.

Seonghwa’s mouth begins moving down your body as he lays kisses across your jawline, neck, collarbones, and ends up sucking on one of your nipples as he gropes the other with his hand. The feeling has you throwing your head back and thirsting for more.

You reach underwater to where his hard dick is and line the tip up with your entrance, sinking down on him immediately. The fullness of him inside you already has you on cloud nine and a satisfied groan escapes his mouth. You waste no time in starting to ride him, the pace automatically a bit slower because of the water resistance, but it is enough to have both of you moaning.

He detaches his lips from your chest and sits up to rest his forehead against yours, the two of you staring intensely into each other’s eyes as you both get lost in the pleasure. The way Seonghwa bites his lip has you reeling and you can’t help but lean in to kiss and bite hickeys into his neck. He lets out an erotic moan and grips your waist to help speed up your movements. 

You can feel your orgasm building rapidly and reach down to play with your clit in order to get you there. Seonghwa curses under his breath as you clench around him, his own high not far off either. You reconnect your lips with his and kiss lovingly through pants and moans of euphoria.

It only takes a few seconds more before you are cumming, Seonghwa’s climax immediately being triggered by yours. You continue to ride out your highs before finally stilling with him still inside you. You rest your forehead on his shoulder as you both catch your breath, your bodies still connected while you come to your senses. When your husband starts pecking gentle kisses on your shoulder, you sit up straight again and place one last tender kiss on his lips.

“I can’t believe you’re mine,” you admit shyly. “Well believe it,” he chuckles. “Because I’m yours. And you’re mine. Always.”

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He cheats and gets someone else pregnant

Haikyuu Boys Drabbles

The one where you finally realize your worth and don’t forgive a cheater

SUNA RINTARO

It was inevitable, he supposed. You weren’t a dumb person- you’d figure it out soon enough. You’d pick up on the signs- notice how much he’s been going out lately and staring at his phone. Laughing at things you hadn’t sent him, becoming distant, slowly but surely.

Suna knew you’d find out.

He just wasn’t expecting it to be soon.

He had come home one evening and took a shower like normal. While he washed up, he made the terrible mistake of leaving his phone in the kitchen, thinking that there was no way she’d text him. Their relationship was dwindling, after all. Suna was beginning to let the guilt get to him.

After 3 long months, he finally realized what he had wanted. He wanted you, forever and always. He wanted to marry you and spend the rest of his days traveling and experiencing new things with you.

Unfortunately though, he figured it out too late. A boys mistake, thinking that the grass was greener on the other side. And he’d soon pay the price for that wishful thinking.

While you were cooking dinner, you couldn’t help but notice how often his phone was going off. It kept dinging every few seconds, quickly causing you to become irritated.

Suna’s phone never went off that much, and so you thought surely it must be the boys. They probably added him into a group chat, you figured.

Oh how wrong you were.

The minute you walked over to the device and picked it up, you could truly feel your heart break. Searing pain burst through you like a rocket, a gasp leaving your lips as you scrolled through the messages.

8:53 PM

Unknown: Suna? Do you think we could talk?

Unknown: I know you said that you were going back to Y/N, but I...I’m pregnant. And it’s yours

Undeniably, you were shocked and confused. Pregnant? Who was this that was texting his phone? And why the hell did she think she was pregnant by your boyfriend?

A sickening feeling began to bubble in your stomach. Putting the phone down, you clenched your fists and took deep breaths.

In and out, Y/N. In and out.

Surely there was an explanation for this, right? You’d ask Suna as soon as he got done showering, and he’d laugh and tell you how this was all a misunderstanding. Some prank by Atsumu, wanting to get him back in his own cruel way.

But...

One look at his face, though, and you knew everything.

“Tell me you didn’t,” Your bottom lip trembled as you stared at Suna, his eyes widened as he looked at the phone in your trembling hands. Once again, it pinged, but you didn’t even have the energy to look. The only thing you were focused on was your heavy breathing, and the fact that you were becoming light-headed as Suna stepped forward.

“Y/N, baby, I can explain.”

As soon as those words left this lips, your entire world shattered. Letting out a sob, you dropped the phone and used your hands to cover your mouth in horror.

“So you did.”

Suna became panicked as soon as you started crying, holding onto the kitchen table to keep yourself from falling over. The pain that you felt was indescribable, not to mention the absolute betrayal. You had given everything up for Suna- and he repayed you like this?

“Y/N/N, please,” Suna was begging as he moved closer, trying to embrace your crying figure in his arms but you pushed him away, sudden anger taking over you.

“Don’t touch me!” Suna flinched as your damn near threw him off, backing up so far from him. The look in your eyes nearly killed him as you made eye contract, “I don’t want your filthy hands on me now that I know where they’ve been!”

“Y/N...-”

“Shut the fuck up Suna!”

You could no longer control yourself as rage began taking over your body, slowly but surely replacing the tears. The more you processed it - the more you looked at that bastards face and realized that he had went and knocked someone up while you were at home, cooking his dinner - the more infuriated you became.

“I cannot fucking believe you. Like are you serious right now?! I spend all day, all fucking day waiting for you Suna. I cook your food, I run you baths, I do everything I can to make your life less stressful and then you go and do this shit?”

“Baby just listen me, it’s not like that, okay?Whatever you saw- it’s in the past! Me and her- it meant nothing. I realize that now. It’s me and you baby- just us. That’s all I want,” Suna felt tears trailing down his cheeks as he desperately pleaded his case. Desperately grabbing at you, trying to hold you as if that would make everything okay. As if a simple “I’m sorry,” could fix what he broke.

Instead, you found yourself laughing bitterly and fought the urge to smack him in the face. No, you decided you’d have more dignity than that. You’d pack your stuff, peacefully, and leave this asshole here to rot.

“Whatever.”

That was quickly decided in your mind and within seconds, you were shaking your head, scoffing as you pushed passed him and practically ran to your shared bedroom.

“Wait-! Y/N, what are you doing? No, no, no, no!” Suna panicked even more when he followed you and saw that you were hurriedly packing your stuff in a suitcase. It was messy, and you barely had half of your shit but you decided that it’d do. At least until right now. At least until...well, you didn’t really know anymore.

You and Suna, you guys were supposed to be each other’s forever. You were supposed to be endgame, but as it turned out, Suna ruined that before you could even get a ring.

You scoffed again at the prospect of ever marrying him. Now, you began to think about why you even wanted him in the first place. How did you not notice the signs? The lack of effort for weeks until Suna suddenly warmed up again and began treating you like you were his world.

How did you not catch on? How did it completely slip your mind that you were dating a cheater, until the facts suddenly smacked you right in the face?

“What does it look like I’m doing, Rintaro,” You rolled your eyes, zipping the suitcase and then booking it to the bathroom. You quickly grabbed your body wash, all your hair products and then your toothbrush. You lazily threw them in a another bag and then stood up, glaring at Suna who tried to block you from exiting the door.

“Move,” You stared him down, venom lacing your words. “I don’t fucking have time for this.”

“Baby, please,” You flinched as he reached out to touch you, to stroke your cheek with the same hands that had touched her. They were slightly wet, presumably from wiping his tears away, but all you could think about was that you weren’t the only one he had been coming home to. You weren’t the only one he had been fucking and touching.

The thought made you absolutely sick. You were sure that if you didn’t get out now, then you’d puke all over your- his expensive furniture.

“You have to listen to me,” Suna silently cried, his body shaking as he stood there, begging for the one person he needed in his life to stay. “I told you- she means nothing. I don’t want anything to do with her, I only want you, Y/N.”

“And the baby?” Dammit. You couldn’t help yourself. Once again, your anger began to fade as tears gathered in your eyes.

Suna had a child. He had a fucking child with some stranger he’d known less than six months. She was carrying his blood, something that was supposed to be your moment. You were supposed to give him his first child. You were supposed to be the one he shared that part of life with, not her.

“I- what?”

From the looks of it, you’d almost think that Suna didn’t know. His eyes were wide, his whole body stopping as he stared at you incredulously.

And then it hit you.

He didn’t know.

He didn’t even know that she was carrying his baby. He was completely clueless. Both of you were blindsided.

At this, you couldn’t help it. You did laugh, a bitter sound that sounded almost like you were mocking him.

“Wow Rintaro. How fucking stupid could you get?” You let out a watery chuckle, shaking your head as a tear ran down your face. “If you’re gonna cheat and fuck someone else, then at least be smart enough to wear a condom.”

“But I...that’s impossible,” Suna whispered, mostly to himself. “I don’t...I mean she can’t possibly...how did you...?”

“She was blowing up your phone while you were in the shower. How did you think I found out?” You gave him a fake smile. “For someone that doesn’t like putting in a lot of effort, you sure did put a lot into making sure you fucked this relationship up. And then your own life too.”

You hated to say it, but you silently enjoyed the way Suna was going to suffer. At the very least, it was absolutely what he deserved for cheating in the first place. Now, his life was probably going to be ruined. His career, his dreams, everything he had planned...

It was gonna go down the drain.

And you for one were grateful he wasn’t dragging you down with him.

“I...” Suna was at an absolute loss for his words. His whole body slumped, seemingly going numb as he just stayed in the doorway, looking shocked. It gave you the perfect opportunity to push past him, a small smirk on your face despite the searing pain in your heart.

You knew it was serious when he didn’t even try to stop you when you opened the front door.

“I left your phone on kitchen floor. Maybe you should call her. I’m sure you’d like to know more, seeing as it is yours. For your sake, I hope it’s a bouncing baby boy. That’s what you always wanted, right?”

You spoke one last time, making sure to rub salt in the wound before taking a final glance at the man you loved.

He looked broken, a sheer sobbing mess as he still stood in your bedroom door. A part of you couldn’t help but feel bad. You couldn’t help but want to go over and embrace him, dropping everything and tell him that things were gonna work out.

That was the part of you that still loved him.

But the other part...

The other part of you told you that it’s what he deserved. He cheated, and now he has to live with the consequences. Loosing you, and becoming a father at the age of 20.

That was the part of you that gave you the extra push. That was the part of you that gave you the strength to close the door, forever walking away from the man that broke you and the empty house that held all of your dead dreams.

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BOKUTO KOUTARO

You didn’t believe it. Or more like, you didn’t want to believe it. You didn’t wanna shatter your fantasy world, one that you had been living in for four years.

You didn’t want it to break, because if it did...

You didn’t know what you were going to do.

For the last four years Bokuto had been your world. Your absolute rock, your sunshine on a cloudy day. He made you laugh, he made you feel welcome and special like nobody else had before.

Surely...your Bokuto wasn’t capable of this. Surely didn’t...he couldn’t have...

You didn’t even wanna think about it. Bile rose up in your throat every time you thought about it...his lips on hers. Caressing her and holding her the way he was supposed to only hold you.

You didn’t wanna think about it, but yet-

You had no choice as you stared at the pregnant woman before you.

“I’m sorry,” She had tears in her eyes as she sat on your couch, sobbing while simultaneously holding her belly. While holding his baby.

She had come to you only a few hours before, taking you by complete surprise. Never in your life did you ever think you’d come face to face with your boyfriend’s baby momma.

But that’s exactly what had happened.

Apparently, she and Bokuto had both had a one stand a few months ago. It was when he had traveled to Tokyo for a game and you stayed behind because you had school.

It was the one weekend you weren’t there to support him. One weekend...and you had lost him forever.

“It’s not...it’s not your fault,” You told her somewhat awkwardly, although you didn’t really mean it. She had slept with your boyfriend, after all. And now she was pregnant, claiming the baby was 100% his.

That wasn’t even the worst part though.

The worst part was that you couldn’t even be mad at her, because she didn’t know. It was a one night thing. She had told you Bokuto had left in tears the next morning, rambling on about how she meant nothing and that he had you to come home to.

She claimed that he regretted it the minute he realized what happened. Crying out about how he was going to propose and then rushing out without so much as a goodbye.

Oh how stupid he was to name drop you.

You almost wished he hadn’t, because that was how she had found you. After finding out that she was pregnant, she tried to reach out to Bokuto only to realize that he was telling the truth. He’d been with you for four years.

But did that really even mean anything anymore?

“It’s just- I just-” The girl shook her head. “I just want you to know that I never meant to hurt you. If I had known...if I had any other choice...”

“Actually, I’m sort of glad you reached out to me. Thank you for that. That was good on your part, seeing as I doubt he would have told me,” You smiled numbly, not capable of feeling anything at the moment.

It was like...your entire body was on shut down mode. It had become numb, desperately trying to block out the pain you were sure that was coming. And you, for one, were absolutely grateful. You didn’t wanna think... you didn’t even wanna fathom how broken you were gonna be.

So you didn’t. Instead you kept your thoughts quiet and relished in the numbness.

“You know...” You laughed bitterly, sadly shaking your head as you sighed, “Bokuto’s always wanted a kid. He kept begging me a few weeks ago to have one, but I said no. We’re both so young, you know? We had our whole lives together.”

You hadn’t meant to make her cry even more, but that’s exactly what your words did. They cut a knife through this random girl’s heart, causing her pain that she had stolen that from you. Bokuto, he had taken that from you as well.

“I’m sorry,” Once again, she apologized, but you weren’t much focused on that. Instead, your attention snapped towards the front door as you heard keys jingling outside. With a sharp push, your stomach dropped.

Bokuto was home.

“Hey hey hey! Babe whose car is that-”

Bokuto’s smile suddenly dropped as he walked into the scene, your dull eyes and the girl’s tearful ones ones trained on him. Immediately, his whole demeanor began to crumble down and he nervously looked between the two of you, his shoulders dropping.

“...outside. What’s this?”

“Bokuto, I believe you know her,” You were eerily calm as you pointed towards her, showing no emotion as Bokuto’s eyes flickered to her stomach. “This is Kayla. From Tokyo, right? I think you guys have much to discuss.”

Bokuto was at a loss for words as you rose from the couch, gesturing for him to take your seat. But instead of listening, he decided to make things difficult and run after you like a lost puppy as you made your way to the bedroom.

“Babe, babe wait! Y/N, please baby I can explain. I can explain, I can explain, I swear! Just let me, just please let me-”

“Bokuto,” You stopped him, holding up your hand and shaking your head. “I’m not in the mood, really. Just go talk with her alright? She came all this way to find me, so it’s rude not to.”

“But baby-”

“Go,” You suddenly became firm, gritting your teeth as you stared him. For a second, you took a small pause, and then Bokuto heard the words he never wished to hear his in life. “And don’t you ever call me that ever again, Koutaro.”

“K-Koutaro...?” Bokuto stuttered slightly, reeling back at the use of his first name. “But baby...y-you never call me that. Ever.”

“Oh yeah?” You couldn’t help but laugh on how clueless he was. I mean honestly, you never thought that Bokuto was stupid but now...“Well what the hell else am I supposed to call you? Read the fucking room Bokuto. Your pregnant fucking mistress is sitting on my couch, crying her eyes out and you’re worried about me calling you by your first fucking name? Get a god damn grip.”

For the first time that day, emotion began peaking out from your eyes. Pure anger bubbled up inside of your body, finally manifesting after holding it in for so long.

It felt good, in your opinion, to finally feel something. A delayed reaction, sure, but late was better than never.

“B-But-”

“Shut up,” You rolled your eyes at his trembling form. “I don’t wanna hear anything else from you. So go talk to her. Figure your shit out while I pack mine.”

“No!” Panic was evident in his voice as he suddenly grabbed your arms, preventing you from entering your bedroom. Shocked, you siteuggled in his embrace but Bokuto was extremely strong.

“What the hell? Let me go!”

“Y-Y/N! Baby y-you can’t leave me! You can’t! What about our plans? What about forever and always, you and me?”

“Did you think about that before you got drunk and fucked her?” You snapped harshly, causing him to whimper. “Exactly. So don’t come pulling that bullshit out on me, Bokuto. You’re the one that ruined that.”

“But-” At this point, he was searching for something, anything to make you stay as you shoved him off and then stormed in your shared room. “But baby I- we had this whole plan...I was gonna propose! Please, I...I even got the ring! Here I’ll prove it to you!”

While you were busy running around the room throwing all your stuff together, Bokuto suddenly dashed to the kitchen and retrieved a box he had been storing for a special occasion. He completely ignored the girl that was sitting on his couch, not even sparing her a second glance as he rushed back to you and dropped to his knees.

“See?” He hurriedly opened the box and desperately grabbed your hand, slipping the shiny diamond on before you could even protest. “I had it made for you, Y/N! Pure diamond, princess cut. It’s even engraved with your name baby! Please...”

You had to admit, you wanted to break down as Bokuto began to cry, looking awfully small as he kneeled by your feet. To make matters worse, he kept kissing your hand and mumbling tearful apologizes that yanked at your heartstrings.

By now, your initial exterior had began to crumble. Pain began to surround your heart, squeezing it so bad it almost felt like you were burning. A swell of tears gathered in your eyes, and you almost, almost gave in.

You almost sank to your knees and cried with him, almost pulled him into your arms because you didn’t wanna let go. You loved Bokuto, you truly did, and you wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of your life with him.

He was a good man, that probably made an honest mistake. He was everything you had ever wanted. And you were so tempted...so tempted to give in. Until you realized that you deserved better.

“I’m sorry,” Sniffling slightly, you yanked your hand out of his grasp and shook your head. “But I need to go. I can’t stay here anymore Bokuto...you ruined this. You ruined us, and now you have a woman in there carrying your child. You have the family you’ve always wanted. Don’t ruin that too.”

Hastily, you leaned down to press a bitter kiss on his forehead and then stood back up. Bokuto sobbed as he watched your figure retreat, standing high despite the heartbreak.

It was then that he realized that even though you were letting him go, you’d be just fine. You’d pull yourself together eventually, you were strong like that. You didn’t need him, but god, what about him?

He wasn’t sure if he could survive without you. He could barely even breathe and you hadn’t even walked out yet.

Was this what it was going to feel like from now on? Empty, hollow...meaningless?

“Please.”

One last time, he cried out of you. He begged you to stay.

But you knew you deserved better than that.

“I’m sorry.”

And with that, you left him behind. Forever.

[slytherweasley]

Betrayal (Sirius Black x reader)

Warnings: mentions death

Summary: Sirius and y/n spend their last night together after James and Lily’s death.

Sirius walks in greeting you with a hug, his arms wrap around you pulling you close to his body, the hug lasts longer than your usual brief hug and kiss. “You alright, Siri?” You ask quietly “just missed you so much” “I missed you too” “I’ll never let anything bad happen to you” “I know.”

James and Lily’s death impacted Sirius deeply, he was angry at first, he wondered how Voldemort got to them. Now he was upset he finally grasped that they were gone and he was becoming protective of you.

He reluctantly lets go and kisses your forehead, you can tell tonight will be full of affection from Sirius. You decide to cuddle up together and watch a movie on the couch. He gently kisses your temple and lovingly plays with your hair.

“You hungry?” He asks “yeah, let’s get takeout” you suggest “No, I’ll cook” “are you sure?” “Certain.” You help Sirius cut up the vegetables “all done, do you want me to do anything else?” You ask but Sirius continues chopping the rest of the vegetables “what?” He asks, clearly deep in thought “did you need any more help?” “No, thank you my love.”

You sit down and watch him cook the rest of the meal. “Dinner is ready” Sirius puts down a plate for you and sits across from you as you eat. “This is really good Sirius” you smile “did you doubt me?” “Course not, you’re a great cook.”

After dinner you were so full you just wanted to relax. Sirius runs a bath for the two of you while you get undressed and wrap yourself in a robe. You meet him in the bathroom, the bath is full of bubbles. You take off your robe and step into the warm bath. Sirius gets in after you and the two of you lay there mindlessly talking until the bath goes cold.

You were having the most perfect night ever “I hope you know you’ll never be able to top this night” “I’m glad you’re having a nice night” Sirius smiles and you can tell it’s genuine.

He wraps you in a towel and dries you off and you slip back into your robe. You get into bed and finish the night cuddled up together.

In the morning the bed is cold and empty, you hoped it wasn’t a dream, you get out of bed and wander out of your room to the kitchen. Sirius stands there making pancakes “I thought you left me in the night” you admit “I wouldn’t do that.”

Sirius wraps his arms around you and places a kiss on your lips. “How was your sleep?” “Perfect.”

You sit down and eat together but you could feel his mood change. “I actually need to talk to you about something” he says “of course” maybe he is going to open up about James and Lily’s death. “I’ve been thinking about you a lot, you’re always on my mind and I think we had so many great years together but it’s not the same.”

You weren’t sure what was happening was he proposing or breaking up with you? After last night there was no way he could break up with you. “How’s that?” You question “My heart’s not in it anymore and I think we should move on to the next part of our lives but without each other.”

He was breaking up with you.

“Is this about James and Lily?” “No, this has nothing to do with them” “Why the sudden change, last night you didn’t want to let me out of your sight.” “I wanted to make sure we had one last good memory together” “Then why would you want to break up?” “It doesn’t work anymore, we are going in different directions in life.”

“Just stay a while, let’s talk this out” you plead as he gathers some stuff “I can’t because it will only hurt you more” “If you care about me, stay.”

He walks out the door and he’s gone.

You’d spent the day laying on the couch watching TV mindlessly while your thoughts raced through your head. Your emotions were all over the place, you’d burst into tears and suddenly become angry.

You’d fallen asleep on the couch at some time during the night. A loud knock early in the morning woke you up.

“Remus, what the hell are you doing here it’s so early” “It’s about Sirius” he says urgently “He broke up with me last night, talk to someone else” as you shut the door Remus puts his foot out to stop you.

“He killed Peter” you open the door “what, when?” “Couple hours ago” “he’s not been himself lately but there’s no way he did it, Peter is his best friend.”

“They’re sending him to Azkaban” “You don’t believe he did that, do you?” “There were witnesses, muggles were killed, besides he thinks Peter gave Lily and James away to, you know who. He was probably trying to keep us safe he just didn’t have the right intentions.”

Even as the years passed there was never a day you didn’t think about him. People were scared of him, and you were bombarded with news reporters wanting to interview you, it died down but occasionally people would ask you about him.

You and Remus never lost contact, you were quite close you’d see each other at least once a week until Dumbledore offered him a job at Hogwarts and he moved away.