#since I don't use them in anything these days

[the-warlock-syndicate]

The critique is pretty clearly from a leftist perspective. And from that point of view, I find it hard to disagree with anon. Modern day liberals don't build anything. The end of history folks very much see it as the end of history. And why should they? The status quo firmly benefits them above all else. Economically and politically they hold the power. So they tend to be the defenders of the status quo. You might even describe them as conservatives.

Obama ran on change, and then proceeded to do fuck all to get there. His one big accomplishment that isn't drone strikes was a watered down healthcare plan which was functionally taken from conservatives.

Liberals don't care overly much about minority rights, because it isn't necessarily a threat to them. LGBT causes(and I do think you are whitewashing history a fair bit if you think that LGBT causes were universally championed by liberals), black voting, etc. None of this changes in a material way who stands at the levers of political or economic power. Congratulations, our union-busting CEO is a women. Our dodgy politician is gay. We can have a black president bomb the Middle East just like a white one.

Look no further than the reaction to Occupy Wallstreet, or the popularity of Bernie Sanders. The party apparatus was more keen to shut him down than they were Trump.

And that is where I find myself perpetually disappointed with the liberals in the US. They don't actually want anything. Obama was a disappointment yes, but to his credit he at least kept the ship stable and nominally pointed in the right direction, his drone policies notwithstanding.

But between Clinton, Biden, Harris, we've had it made abundantly clear that the high level Democratic Party apparatus is content, and happy. Happy with our foreign policy, which I find often ghoulish, happy with the state of big business, which I find disproportionately harmful towards individual workers, and happy with how our political system works, which is clearly and abundantly doesn't, considering how apparently 'norms of behavior' is applied to the whole damn thing like duct tape, and the only thing stopping fascists from taking over the government wholesale is the median voter.

It is a damnable adherence to the perception of propriety and rules that has fucked us. Our system is visibly and clearly broken. Trump has been telegraphing his goals since he left office the first time with Project 2025. Did we think perhaps that we should not prevent him from running? Did we think that perhaps it would be a good idea to expand the Supreme Court, which is a blatantly partisan institution that is serving to prep to country for a Constitutional Crisis?

And then the Democrats lost, hard, and so we have all three branches of government unapologetically fascist and moving as fast as possible to cement that victory and prevent the liberals from ever taking power again.

I'll tell you what, I hope the economy crashes. I hope the stock market crashes in flames, with no survivors. I hope the dollar gets dropped as the reserve currency. I hope that the consequences are so breathtakingly severe that the economic levers of power, the big corporations and CEOs pressure the Republicans in Congress to reign in Trump. Because the liberals are unwilling to utilize what little power they have, now having pissed it all away in failing miserably at their job, which is to get elected and motivate people to vote. Liberal representatives in Congress are sidelined, and no longer of any help in this fight. Liberal judges are providing the bulk of the fight, and I hope to God they can keep going, but we are closing in on the worst Consitutional Crisis we have every faced, and very soon it will likely be a moot point.

In short, I am not happy with the liberals in in power in this country, and I outright despise centrists.

4chan memorial post. rest in hell

[i-messed-up-big-time]

Someone Precious I

Caleb x Non MC Reader

a/n: guys pls dkm ive never been to a party so when you read that pls give me the benefit of the doubt 😭, also i don't really want to go into too much detail about any of the explicit scenes that are implied, but there may be a possibility of one more detailed in the other parts! i'm finally free from uni guys so i have more time to do some writing! i finally got around to finishing this (i started right before my finals) hopefully you guys like this first part!

Divider creds @/cafekitsune

tags: angst, hurt/comfort, reader is female and is AFAB, mentions of pregnancy, implied intimate relations (not going into detail), pet names used, mentions of drinking/getting drunk (pls drink responsibly), reader throws up, idk what other tags to add!

word count: 2.4k

masterlist

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taglist: @aneertawrites @eurydiceknowshesloved @angelichiaro @nommingonfood @ynovaes @animegamerfox

You had known them for years, albeit you joined the infamous duo a little later than when they had met each other, but you all were as thick as theives.

Countless days and nights spent together. More often than not if one of you guys were somewhere, the other two were not far behind.

At first you didn't notice that the way you felt about Caleb was something more than just a friend, how could you? You were just a naive child at the time.

That all changed when Caleb went to high school. You started noticing certain things about him, the way his eyes twinkled when he smiled, how good he looked when he was playing basketball.

You soon were able to put a name to those thoughts and feelings, love. It was like you were exposed to whole new world, everything he did caught your attention and pulled you deeper into that black hole called love.

If only you knew how much pain and turmoil this man would bring to your life.

●・○・●・○・●・

It was near the end of your final year in university when it all happened.

You being the ever delusional girl you were always thought that the fleeting touches and eye contact between you and Caleb were something special, something unique to just the two of you.

How could you ever know that he only ever had one person in his sights, one that wasn't you.

You and MC were getting ready to go to a party, it was meant to be the last one of the year and before graduation.

MC had to beg you to come with her this one last time.

"C'mon it'll be so much fun! It'll be our last party before we graduate! Please?"

You couldn't really say no to her when she pulled out the puppy dog eyes.

Outwardly, it looked like you were reluctant, but on the inside you were kind of happy to go. Part of it was because you heard from the grapevine that Caleb might be there since some of his friends were going.

Which leads you to your current dilemma, what outfit to wear. You opted to wear a dark blue dress that reached up to your mid thigh. It was a new dress that had been sitting in the back of your closet for some time, now it finally had the chance to see the light of day.

"Hurry up or we're gonna be late!"

You heard MC yell for you.

"I'm coming!"

You responded, hopping around on one foot trying to strap your shoe onto your foot.

Once you successfully had it strapped to your foot, you quickly made your way out the door with MC.

●・○・●・○・●・

The party was in full swing by the time you guys made it there.

You made a beeline for the drinks, wanting to get some water in your system before anything else.

You spotted MC dancing with this one guy she's been talking to recently. He was a sweet guy who was in the same program as her, infamous for being asleep more often than awake. Seeing him at a party was kind of a surprise, but he probably came here because MC said she would be there.

'Looks like I'm gonna be alone tonight.'

You let out a heavy sigh with that thought. Yeah you heard some rumours that Caleb was gonna be there, but you had yet to spot him.

As if the gods above heard your thoughts, he entered your line of vision.

It's like every time you see him he just looks better than before. He was with his friend Gideon as they chatted up the guys who were hosting this party.

It wasn't long before he made spotted you. He made his way over to you with a bright smile.

"Shouldn't you be out there on the dance floor instead of brooding next to the drinks table?"

He reaches out to ruffle your hair, which not only makes you pout but also blush at the contact.

"Hey stop messing up my hair!"

You exclaim as you pull out your phone to start fixing it, Caleb can only laugh as he reaches out again but this time to help you.

You're so glad the lights in here are dim, cause your face was as red as a tomato.

"There, better?"

You gave yourself a once over in the camera and nodded in agreement, the words not coming out.

You turned to Caleb to ask him if he wanted to dance but the words died in your throat before you could even try.

There he stood with his gaze zeroed in on something, you followed it and noticed he had his sights set on MC and Xavier. If it was anyone else they wouldn't have noticed the way his brows furrowed, but because it was you, you noticed.

You always did, you just chose to ignore it because you knew that MC didn't feel anything for him aside from a love that you feel for family.

Unbeknownst to you, she was well aware of the crush you had on Caleb, silently supporting you from the sidelines. She knew you didn't want to make things awkward by admitting it out loud, but sometimes she wishes you would tell her so she could openly support you.

●・○・●・○・●・

A couple of hours had passed and you were buzzed.

You and MC were on the dance floor having some fun, that's when you felt those hands on your hips. Turning around you saw it was Caleb, your heart was running a mile minute.

You looked over your shoulder to look for MC but she was nowhere in sight, you took this as your sign to enjoy the moment.

Your poor naive heart thought this was the moment that maybe Caleb actually would look at just you.

Little did you know that this moment would lead to a series of events that would forever change your life.

●・○・●・○・●・

Your body felt sore, and suspiciously cold. Opening your eyes you were greeted with the familiar sheets of your bed, the only thing was that you were in it bare.

Sitting up you felt the ache increase tenfold, both in your head and in your back.

You sifted through your memories to try and understand what happened when it came crashing into you all at once.

'I slept with Caleb.'

You pushed yourself of the bed only to fall to your knees, you felt weak and it was definitely due to your activities from last night.

You were all giddy inside thinking maybe you might be able to take a step in a different direction with Caleb.

That's when you noticed it, the bright sticky note on your bedside table,

I'm sorry, it was a mistake.

It was like fate was laughing in your face, your world came crashing down on you.

You weren't stupid, you know what he meant. You had just a little bit of hope, but even that proved futile.

"Am I not good enough?"

You let the tears slip, steady and silent streams. But you didn't let yourself cry for too long, you needed to get up and move on.

Easier said than done.

You pushed yourself to go clean up and change your sheets, wanting nothing more than to occupy your mind with other things, and to an extent it worked.

Until you were back in bed, that's when you started crying again. Only this time, you were sobbing loudly and it was loud enough to alert your roommate of your distress.

MC came barging in, quickly reaching your side to comfort you.

A very small part of you was jealous of her, and you hated that. She was your best friend, someone who always was there for you and wanted the best for you.

Knowing that she had the one thing you so desperately wanted hurt, but not enough to let it come between your friendship. You valued her presence too much in your life, you just hoped she would still feel the same about you with what you were about to tell her.

●・○・●・○・●・

MC had joined you under the covers after you finished laying your heart bare in front of her, she never once cut you off, said anything or made any reaction aside from a look of understanding and hurt.

She was in no way hurt by your words but rather hurt at the situation, she had totally believed that Caleb was into you, dare she say obsessed with you. She saw the looks and the lingering touches that were exchanged between you two.

She thought it would all work out with time, who knew Caleb would screw it all up. Not just that, but you were under the impression that he was in love with her.

She didn't want to downplay your feelings and thoughts, as a woman she understood. She could only be there for you and show you just how wrong you were, she was determined.

You had fallen asleep a little while ago. You were utterly heartbroken and had been non stop crying as you talked, MC's heart went out to you.

You were her sister, her twin, blood relations or not, she valued you more than anything in the world. She never felt like she was only child, you and Caleb were the siblings she always wanted, she'd be damned if she let Caleb ruin that for you guys.

Little did both of them know, they wouldn't hear from Caleb for almost a year and a half.

●・○・●・○・●・

A month later

It was graduation day.

You and MC have been closer than ever since that day. Caleb had went MIA, not replying to either of you or returning your calls.

You would be lying if you said you still weren't upset about that day and the lack of communication.

'I thought we were thick as thieves but clearly not.'

You were finally graduating, the day you worked so hard for that you made it as Valedictorian of your year.

You were just putting on the final touches of your look when MC came barrelling into your room with her hands behind her back.

She gave you a sly smile before revealing what she had behind her back, a small gift bag.

You laughed as you went to your closet and pulled out a gift bag as well.

You guys were on the same wavelength it seemed.

MC was in shock, you had gotten her that necklace that she had been eyeing a few months back, she even noticed the engraving on it.

My forever sister in every universe

If it wasn't for MC being fully ready to go she would have burst into tears right then and there. She pulled you in for a hug and whispered words of thank you.

She put it on right away, it was the perfect gift for a day like today.

MC handed you the bag she brought. It was also a necklace with an engraving on it. You guys definitely were twin flames, her gift having a similar engraving as yours.

Across galaxies, you're still my sister

Putting on the necklace you pulled MC in for another hug, your heart felt full despite the absence of one particular person, but in that moment nothing mattered but the bond between you and MC.

●・○・●・○・●・

It was nerve wracking giving a speech in front of all those people, but at the same time you had this adrenaline rush pumping through your veins.

The graduation ceremony ended with hats in the air and confetti everywhere.

This marked the end of a chapter and the beginning of a new one.

Only, it would be a chapter filled with experiences you never would have imagined.

●・○・●・○・●・

A week later

You woke up feeling uncomfortable, your throat burned and your stomach felt uneasy. Not even a second after opening your eyes you felt last night's dinner making an appearance the same way it went in.

You bolted to the bathroom and emptied the contents of your stomach into the toilet.

You probably sounded like you were dying because MC soon came bursting into your room.

She held your hair back and rubbed soothing circles on your back as you heaved, tears clouding your vision.

If there was one kind of pain you hated the most it was the pain that came with throwing up. It was agonizing, and your throat burned.

Once you were done, you moved to rinse your mouth while MC left to go get you a drink with electrolytes.

"Are you okay? I know I'm not the best at cooking but I didn't think dinner would be that bad."

MC joked as she handed you a bottle of coconut water. You let out a small chuckle before taking a sip.

"It's weird, I don't think it was your cooking. I've been feeling super nauseous lately and I can't even stand the smell of some foods."

You tell her, she smacks your arm jokingly for not denying her cooking skills, or the lack of them.

"Wait, what if you're pregnant?"

MC said, you laughed her off.

"No way, I haven't even slept..."

The words died in your throat, flashbacks from that night came crashing into your headspace. You never forgot that night, but you definitely did not remember whether you guys had used protection or not.

MC offered to stop by the pharmacy to grab you a couple of pregnancy test, saying it didn't hurt to at least try.

While you waited for her you looked through your calendar, trying to remember when you had your last period.

'Shit. I'm late.'

You paced around the room nervously fidgeting with your fingers, your thoughts were a mess.

MC came back in record breaking time with a couple of bags, one filled with different brands of tests and the other had some of your favourite snacks.

●・○・●・○・●・

You followed the directions and sat on the edge of the tub with MC, waiting for the results.

You were bouncing your knee, the nervousness kicking in ten fold. MC placed a hand on your leg in an effort to reassure you, her eyes saying that she would support you no matter what.

MC checked the results first, you didn't think you could handle looking at it.

She turned around and showed you one of the tests, and that's when you saw it.

Two red lines.

You were pregnant.

[seokminfilm]

only yours ── choi seungcheol

🤍 pairing, choi seungcheol x reader

🤍 warnings, non-idol au, short, fluff, a little bit of angst, secret relationship, jealous seungcheol, seungcheol lowkey has an attitude, mingyu is mentioned to be a flirt, kissing, confession, seungcheol calls reader darling/angel

🤍 summary, in which seungcheol wants to know that you're only his.

🤍 author's note, hi guys *walks back into posting like i haven't been missing for ages* guess who's back! saw these coups pics and legitimately almost exploded into pieces of colorful confetti cause he's so fine 🧍knew i had to write something w these pics (PLUS lyrnation seems to LOVE my seungcheol fics for some reason) 🤷 i hope you all enjoy it, and thank you so much for 500 followers!! halfway there to 1k wtf???

🤍 now playing, xo (only if you say yes) (enhypen)

🤍 word count, 689 | for @kstrucknet, @maestro-net

"wait—what if someone sees?"

you pull away from seungcheol hurriedly, cheeks still warm with blush as seungcheol cradles your chin with his hands. he's searching your eyes, too focused on what was happening before even saying anything. the two of you had retreated to the car after mingyu had to say goodbye.

("retreated to the car" basically meaning that seungcheol had pulled you out of there as soon after mingyu said he had to go.)

"let them see, darling. i can't wait anymore." seungcheol pouts, and you don't even try to fight him, letting him bring his lips back to yours as he sighs dreamily under you.

it had been a long day for seungcheol—the two of you had decided to hang out with mingyu since his plans with everyone else were canceled last minute, and mingyu had flirted with you the whole time, unknowingly upsetting seungcheol in the process.

seungcheol knew that you loved him and were his girlfriend, but seeing mingyu attempt cheezy pickup lines and buy you lunch made seungcheol see red.

and, what made it even worse, was that you didn't even seem to notice that mingyu was flirting with you, going along with his acts of kindness without a second thought.

"seungcheol—" you pause, sentence swallowed by another one of seungcheol's warm kisses against your lips. "seungcheol, wait."

"what?" seungcheol's voice is nearly a growl now, and you put a hand on his chest, softly pushing him away as you pause to catch your breath.

seungcheol waits patiently, dark eyes glued to your figure as the setting sun lights up your back in a halo of light. you look beautiful in this moment—so beautiful seungcheol just wants to kiss you even more.

"did i do something? why are you acting like this?" you ask innocently, and seungcheol lets his head fall against the chair, letting out a pained sigh as he runs a hand through his dark hair. his thick eyebrows crease together, pouty lips pressed together as he glares at you.

"cheol, use your words, oh my god." you sigh exasperatedly, and seungcheol rolls his eyes, cheeks heating up as he crosses his arms.

"mingyu was flirting with you, and it was pissing me off. hell, it still is pissing me off, angel." seungcheol's voice is low, embarrassed, and you stare at him with confusion painted all over your face as you repeat his words. "mingyu? flirting with me?"

"yes, he was flirting with you. did you hear all the stupid pick-up lines he was using on you? the asshole even paid for your fucking lunch. that's my job." seungcheol argues, and your eyes widen, face flushing.

"i just thought he was being nice." you mumble embarrassed, and seungcheol rolls his eyes, slamming them shut as he mumbles. "of course you did, angel. you think everyone's nice."

the two of you fall silent, cheeks flushed for different reasons. you sit quietly, stunned that seungcheol had reacted to mingyu's flirting in such a way. seungcheol, on the other hand, was flushed because of anger. mingyu had his time to steal you away today, and you unknowingly let him.

"oh. i'm sorry." you whisper, and seungcheol shakes his head, looking at you as he takes your hands in his.

"no, don't be sorry, darling. if anything, i should be apologizing because of how i reacted. i—" seungcheol pauses, taking a sharp inhale as he shrugs, jean jacket ruffling with his movements. "it made me so angry, seeing mingyu flirt with you like that. i never wanted to have the world to know you were mine more than in that moment.

you lock eyes with seungcheol, studying the strong slope of his nose and the plumpness of his lips. his thick eyebrows are unfurrowed now, resting against his face calmly as he gives you a small smile.

"you're mine though, right? not mingyu's?" seungcheol asks softly, and you nod, laughing as seungcheol leans over. his face is now just a few centimeters from yours, and he tucks your hair behind your ear, staring into your eyes as you answer.

"yours, cheol. only yours."

[midniqhtt]

joel miller

masterlist • pedro pascal • 04/17/25

˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · ୨ৎ recs six

one I two I three I four I five

𑣲 maybe maybe I @eupheme

𑣲 a christmas miracle I @punkshort

Years of tension after a failed hook-up attempt with Joel boil over at your office Christmas party, but not in the way you expect.

𑣲 replicate failure to protect I @josephquinnswhore

Joel cannot bare to lose you, not the same way he lost Sarah. Through his own self declared failure to protect.

𑣲 the last piece of us I @absurdthirst - @storiesofthefandomlovers

When the world ends that night, Joel has to make a choice between you and his daughter. You encouraged him to save Sarah and twenty years later, he finds out that you survived that night when he sees you in Jackson.

𑣲 solstice I @covetyou

Three little words. Joel heard those same three words damn near every day for the last seven months. Most days, they were the only words you said to him. Sometimes, if he was lucky, you'd say them more than once. Other days, you didn't say anything to him at all. He liked those days least of all.

𑣲 jingle bells I @strang3lov3

you and your cat stay with your dad’s best friend over Christmas.

𑣲 sarah’s friend I @joelslastofus

Joel struggles to fight temptation with Sarah’s bestfriend after he’s forced to share a bed with her.

𑣲 ex!joel I @/joelslastofus

Joel and you have broken up towards the end of your pregnancy until Sarah convinces you to come to Tommy’s annual Christmas party.

𑣲 qz!joel I @/joelslastofus

Joel has a dangerous reputation in the QZ, so when you run into him you are afraid of him until he shows you another side to him.

𑣲 not so heavenly surprise I @queers-gambit

you share exciting news with your husband but don't receive the reaction you thought you'd get. and then, the Outbreak.

𑣲 the fuck it list I @auteurdelabre

During work at your father’s construction company, you’re inspired by your sexually liberated bestie to create a F*ck-It List of sexy experiences you’ve always wanted to try. But when the list accidentally ends up in the hands of Joel Miller— your dad’s best friend, the company’s co-CEO, and your immediate supervisor—things take an unexpected turn.

𑣲 daydreams I @morning-star-joy

It's been years since Joel's kissed anybody, and your lips are all he can think about.

𑣲 to live for the hope of it all I @daryltwdixon

Joel never meant to let you get under his skin, but you did—slowly, quietly, until you were all he could think about. When you go missing on patrol, the months of keeping his distance end in an instant. Finding you hurt, vulnerable, waiting for him— he finally stops fighting what was inevitable.

[magical-regical]

King of My Heart

A Leona Kingscholar x gn!Yuu fic

Word count: 2021 words

Today I'm thinking of Leona with a Yuu who he takes home to the Sunset Savannah for the Cloudcalling Festival. He didn't want to, but his sister-in-law really wanted to meet them and he won't say anything against that. Besides, he knows his s/o has also been curious about the rest of his family and the Sunset Savannah ever since their last Cloudcalling Festival so at least it's a win-win for some people.

They emerged from the mirror and were received by Falena and his son.

"Ojii-tan!" Cheka ran and tackled his uncle, almost knocking him over.

"Doesn't a king have more important things to do?" Leona grumbled as he tried to peel his nephew off of him.

"Now, now, I'm sure the kingdom won't collapse if their king breaks away for a minute to welcome his brother. Especially when he's bringing his special someone with him." Falena turned to Yuu, giving them a warm smile, "A pleasure to meet you, Yuu. I am Falena Kingscholar. Leona's older brother, and the crown prince of the Sunset Savannah."

Leona let out a growl, wrapping his arms around their shoulders, "They know who you are. Now let's go, I bet you left Nee-san to handle the affairs while you're out messing around."

As soon as they stepped into the throne room, Falena was met with a lecture from Kifaji about shirking his royal duties. As the crown prince hemmed and hawed, a laugh could be heard from the other side of the room.

Yuu's eyes couldn't help but follow the queen as she descended from her throne, her every movement commanded your full attention and respect. Cheka ran to his mother, who lifted him into her arms.

"It's alright Kifaji. It was a quick matter, just as he promised." She said, giving her husband a kiss on the cheek.

"Welcome home, Leona." she said.

Leona let out a small 'hm' while bowing. Yuu followed his lead.

"Nee-san, this is my partner." he said.

"Ah yes, Yuu, I believe? We've heard a lot about you from Leona's letters. All good things, rest assured. Thank you for taking care of my dear brother-in-law."

"It was no trouble at all. Leona's been a perfect gentleman." Yuu said, their hand wandering to hold his.

Leona's grip on their hand tightened, an action that didn't escape the queen's keen eye.

She smiled, "I'm glad to hear that. I hope you enjoy your stay here. If there's anything else you need please don't hesitate to let me know."

Over the next few days the palace was a whirlwind of activity. Yuu only had about a day or two to enjoy the festivities of the Cloudcalling Festival with their boyfriend before Leona had to go tend to his duties as the leader of the Sunset Warriors.

Falena had decided to make this year's 'guardian lessons' a more hands-on experience by incorporating combat drills and mock battles. A decision Leona was definitely not happy with.

"Fine. I'll put them through training that will really show if they're warriors or just mewling kittens who'd only learned how to use their claws." That's what he'd said before walking away.

Yuu sent silent condolences to all the sunset warriors. Left to their own devices they wandered through the halls of the royal palace, gazing at portraits and miscellaneous memorabilia of past royals until reaching the doors of the royal kitchen.

Dinner service was over yet the chefs were still as busy as ever. The head chef noticed them lingering, "Ah you must be Yuu-sama. Please come in, come in. What can we do for you?"

"I'd like to help everyone do prep work for tomorrow's meals. Would that be alright?"

They paused to gauge everyone else's reaction before continuing,

"All the food I've eaten here has been absolutely delicious and I'd like to learn more about how each dish is made. I have experience working in a professional kitchen (Mostro Lounge) so I promise I won't get in the way. You can kick me out if I do."

The head chef smiled, "No need to be nervous. His highness has told us to give Yuu-sama full access to the kitchen so of course you're allowed to help. I have to warn you though, I can be quite strict."

"Yes chef! Looking forward to working with you, chef!" They said while putting on the apron the head chef had tossed them.

The prep work included chopping vegetables, pre-seasoning some meat, tossing a different kind of meat in a marinade, and, most surprisingly, making dessert. On the dessert menu for lunch tomorrow was baobab ice cream.

Baobab juice was extracted by boiling the fruit and straining the seeds. The juice was then combined with powdered milk and condensed milk and poured into molds before being put in the freezer to chill overnight. The leftover seeds in a sticky syrup made of sugar and a blend of spices that turned it a striking red color, turning them into candies that were enjoyed by people from all walks of life.

A portion of the candy was set aside for the royal family while the rest were packed into small plastic bags and distributed to every chef and servant in attendance.

"Thanks for helping out today, Yuu-sama. If you want to help out again sometimes or have any special requests, feel free to stop by. The doors are as open to you as they are to the royal family."

Yuu thanked the head chef before wishing everyone a good night. They were halfway down the next hallway when they remembered the had planned to ask for some fruit as a small snack for when Leona gets back.

They immediately turned back to the kitchen only to hear a passing conversation amidst the sound of sweeping.

"Yuu-sama is so nice aren't they?"

"They really are! Honestly, I didn't know what to expect when I heard Leona-sama was bringing their partner."

" I know right? I mean, Leona-sama tends to be quite moody. I heard he had another fight with the crown prince a few days ago and now he's taking it out on this year's sunset warriors."

"Oh man seriously? My brother's a sunset warrior. I hope he's doing okay... I'm worried now. I mean, with Leona-sama's unique magic and all..."

"Hey come on. He wouldn't do that... Would he? I mean a guy like that wouldn't be with someone as nice as Yuu-sama unless..."

The sound of sweeping was replaced by the sound of approaching footsteps. The two servants almost crashed into each other when they saw who was standing behind the door.

"Hello!" Yuu's tone was cheerful but their smile didn't quite reach their eyes.

"Yuu-sama! How long have you— I mean, uh, what, what brings you back to the kitchen?" One of the servants said.

"I wanted to see if there was any fruit I could have as a snack."

"O-of course, Yuu-sama. We can help you with that right away. What kind of fruit would you like?"

"Mm... I'm not sure... Do you two know what kind of fruit Leona likes?"

The two servants flinched at the mention of the second prince. They rambled some gibberish until someone placed a hand on each of their shoulders.

"My, my, is that any way for royal chefs to act? You two must be exhausted. Why don't you return to your quarters for tonight? I'll handle things here." The head chef said.

Relief flooded the two servants' faces as they scurried away like a pack of rats.

"My apologies Yuu-sama. I'll be sure to put them through the proper disciplinary actions tomorrow."

Yuu nodded, "Thank you. Now, could I have some apples please?"

The head chef watched silently as they grabbed a knife and started cutting up the fruit.

"Were you angry at them?"

"What makes you say that?"

The head chef chuckled, "Well, I've never seen anyone make bunny apples with such intensity in their eyes."

They sighed, "Fine, I'm a little angry. I mean okay, Leona can be lazy sometimes... most of the time, but he's no slouch! He runs rings around almost everyone at Night Raven. He reads people like books and he can gauge a situation in a second even with his eyes closed. He's a great leader too! Everyone in Savanaclaw would follow him to the ends of the earth and the spelldrive club members trust him with their lives whenever they play a match."

The head chef nodded along as they continued their rant,

"Also, what's with everyone being scared of his unique magic? Do they seriously think he's the kind of guy to use it on a whim? Just because he isn't as cheerful as his brother, it doesn't mean he's a psychopath. No matter how annoyed he gets he never raises a hand against anyone unless they cross a line and even then he'd never turn them to sand."

They let out a frustrated groan, eating a few candies to calm down.

"It seems Leona-sama is very loved." The head chef said.

Yuu felt heat rise up to their cheeks but they didn't look away. "Damn right he is. He's a great prince and the best boyfriend I could ever ask for. There's nowhere in this world that makes me feel as safe as when I'm in his arms."

"That so herbivore?"

A pair of arms wrapped around their shoulders. They look up to find Leona staring back at them, still in his lion garb.

"I was wondering who was chatting it up in the kitchen at this hour. Who would've thought I'd find my partner and the head chef rubbing shoulders?"

His gaze fell on the head chef who was suddenly very interested in the floor tiles.

"You're excused for the night. Get out of here."

"Yes your highness! Thank you!"

"Finally..." he rested his head on Yuu's shoulder, settling into the crook of their neck.

Yuu reached up to stroke his hair, "Long day?"

"Oh you wouldn't believe it. Those idiots were practically foaming at the mouth waiting to punch something after sitting through etiquette class. Fucking amateurs."

"You poor thing." They said, semi-sarcastically, "Here, I cut you some apples."

"Apples? What am I a monkey? And what's with the cutesy shape huh? I'm not a kid."

Despite his grumbling he still opened his mouth when Yuu held a slice to his lips and of course, he finished the entire plate.

"You want some candy too?" They asked once all the apple slices were gone.

"Mmm."

They pretended like they were going to feed him before pulling away at the last second and popping the candy into their own mouth, "Too bad. These are mine."

Leona growled, "You're forgetting something herbivore."

He tilted their chin up and kissed them, prying their mouth open with his tongue. When he pulled away he had successfully stolen the candy.

"You're mine. So what's yours is also mine." He whispered into their ear as he lifted them on to the counter, leaning in for another kiss. "Just like what's mine is yours."

It was the kind of kiss that left them breathless and coming back for more. The kind that leaves one utterly defenseless against the predator hovering in front of them.

The pout on their face when he pulled away was so cute he couldn't resist giving a playful bite to one of their delightfully red cheeks, "Don't give me that look. You knew what you were getting into."

Yuu broke into a giggle, "I do... And I don't regret it."

Now it was their turn to kiss him. They kissed his cheek, his nose, and all over his face, whispering sweet nothings in between each one.

"I love you.

I really, really love you.

My strong, smart, protective boyfriend.

You're really amazing you know?

The king of my heart."

Leona closed his eyes and let out a content sigh as they continued to shower him with affection. His arms settling around their waist and his tail wrapping around their leg. The world seemed to come to a halt. The silence only broken by their voice, and their heartbeat, beating in sync with his. In the midst of the peace fatigue crept up on him, making him let out a yawn.

"Let's go back to our room. Then you can conk out whenever you like." Yuu paused for a second before adding, "After you shower."

"Anything for you, princess." He said, nuzzling their forehead before scooping them up and carrying them out of the kitchen.

Omake

"Wanna get in the shower with me?"

"Only if you promise to behave. It's late and I'm also kind of sleepy."

"Oh you will be after I'm done with you."

"Leona!"

-END- Divider by: @/cafekitsune

[formylovetodaryldixon]

"Flower." Daryl Dixon Imagine.

(Not my gif)

Summary: Daryl has been looking for ways to propose to you. However, something simple but meaningful is always best.

A/N: This is like a second part of "What it means to me" but you don't have to read it first. I stole Daryl and Carol's scene and the flower in Sophia's name, but I haven't slept in almost three days so I feel my attempt at explanation is garbage, but I tried hard, really, so here it goes. Thanks to everyone for liking and sharing my stories!

“How many times?”

“What?”

“How many times did you plan to propose to (Y/N) this week?”

“3.”

“And how many times did you waste?”

“3.” Daryl lets out a grunt of frustration, one that comes from the back of his throat, and he crosses his arms to shield himself from Carol’s words.

The music in the house shared by some family members isn’t loud for obvious reasons, but the people Daryl knew from the beginning are there, enjoying each other’s company. There are glasses and bottles, laughter and smiles you haven’t seen or heard in a long time, all of you together on a night that deserved to be celebrated after feeling fear for so long.

“How the hell ya expect me to do it if y'all are always on top of her? There’s never a moment when ya leave her alone, and when ya did, someone showed up.”

Carol finds a double meaning in a question Daryl never intended to make, so she covers her lips with the back of her hand to stifle the sound of a laugh.

“Excuse me but I assure you that you are the only one on her.”

A blank expression spreads across Daryl's face.

“Ya ain't helpin'.”

Carol shrugs apologetically, quickly silencing her laughter.

“Okay. Okay, the first one was our fault, but you had (Y/N) all to yourself out there at the lagoon twice and you didn't say anything to her. When I asked her how everything went she said you looked like you were about to pass out.”

A sharp ache grips Daryl's heart, like a reflection of the pain of a missed opportunity.

“I tried, but y'know I suck with words, an' I can't find 'em when m' with her. Everythin' disappears when m' with her—the noise, everythin'.”

Carol smiles slightly, seeing Daryl's eyes and the way he inadvertently used his words to speak about you, and she looks at him fondly like she always did.

"You're good with words, Pookie, it's just that you're so dazzled by her that it still makes you feel shy to be around her, like when you met her in the camp. Her gaze that's warm and deep when she looks at those she loves, all of it intimidates you still, even if you say it isn't. What i mean is: you’re in love, Daryl Dixon, that's why you feel that way."

Daryl swallows, stealing a glance from you sitting next to the high granite kitchen table. The wild journey outside had ended when the group found refuge within the walls of Alexandria, struggling now to adapt back to normalcy until you all finally did. Daryl Dixon had come a long way since that new, blood-stained world had risen (more than the others)—growing as a person, going from the loner, the outcast, the one who survived best alone, to one of the most fundamental pillars of the family, one who would silently give his life for someone else.

He had found a family.

But if someone had told Daryl Dixon in the past that he'd find you and have everything when he'd always had nothing (a wife if you said yes, a house if you wanted to start a family on your own with him), he probably would have sent them to hell for lying, or shot them in the face for making fun of something he thought he'd never have. A warm, real home was an inconceivable and unimaginable idea to Daryl, who always believed he was better off alone until he found you. Daryl was never one to commit to anything or anyone until you came along, and now he couldn't imagine his life any other way. Now he even wanted something that would tie you to him, something that would tie him to you.

There, an idea of ​​how to ask you appears in his mind, with a light so blinding it dazzles even him.

"Fuck it. Wish me luck." Daryl whispers before leaving his place in the living room, with Carol smiling at him.

It's a nice party, and he doesn't want to be out of place in the conversation so Daryl stands next to you, his side pressed so naturally against yours that, while sitting away in a corner, no one notices that he hasn't stopped caressing your skin under your shirt since he arrived (with you feeling the warmth of his calloused fingers) while Rick tells you all a story from his past, finally without a trace of sadness in his voice. And it's endearing for you to hear him speak, imitating his smile like Rosita and Glenn.

"Meet me at the picnic table outside in 5." He whispers, before walking away again.

Confused, you do so. With a minute to 5, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom, walking straight toward the back door of the kitchen, the one that connects to the backyard. Amidst the green grass still holding a few drops of dew, the wooden table has two rectangular chairs on either side, but there's something about Daryl's deep gaze as he watches you the whole way over there, sitting with each leg on either side, too.

Like a hammer hitting the head of a nail, your heartbeat seems to pick up that intensity when Daryl slides down the wood just a little, so that his knees and yours touch.

"You're scaring me." You laugh nervously, tugging slightly at the collar of your t–shirt that seems to stick to your skin until it suffocates you. "Are you okay, love?"

Love. That blessed word that always came after your honest concern for him, way back when it all began and when the others were always tempted to get rid of the burden he seemed to represent.

“I am, Peach, s' just…” Daryl swallows, still holding your gaze, but he hates that is happening again, the way he chokes on his own words, like a barrier blocking his ability to speak. “Shit.”

“Do you… want to break up?”

There's no emotion in your voice, just a weighty question that makes his body shrink back a millimeter.

“What?” Now his heart gives him no respite or warning, and it starts pounding like Daryl’s on a marathon toward the end of the earth. “Y–ya wanna break up?”

The one second–fear is painful, more than the bullet when he was shot.

“No, of course not.” Even through his long hair, the strands covering part of his eyebrows, and the dimly glowing nightlight, you can see his brow furrow in worry, fear. “It’s just, you’ve been on edge this week, and every time we’re alone, it seems like you want to say something, but you don’t dare, and that’s not promising, you know?”

Daryl starts to shake his head, his eyebrows trying to knit together in an expression of real pain.

“Peach, no, shit, m' sorry. I never meant to worry ya or make ya feel like I didn’ want ya anymore 'cause s' the complete opposite.” He takes a silent but deep breath, allowing the air to find places to fill them and to continue living for a moment, or maybe a lifetime to spend with you. “I wanna tell ya a story, but please listen to it 'til the end an' then give me an answer, okay?"

You nod at the unknown even if it makes you feel you are walking blindly; at the overwhelming feelings this evokes in you.

Daryl reaches into his front pants pocket and pulls out a small piece of paper the size of his palm, only to place it between you two of you, on the wood: there's a flower drawn with a pen in messy lines.

“S’ Cherokee rose.” Daryl clears his throat, his gaze fixed solely on the image, but his voice deepens slightly in the night and with the weight of his words. “The story is that… when american soldiers were movin’ Indians off their land on the trail of tears… the Cherokee mothers were grievin’ and cryin’ so much cause they were losin’ their lil’ ones along the way to the exposure, disease, starvation. A lot of ‘em jus’ disappeared, so the elders… they said a prayer, asked for a sign to uplift the mother’s spirits, givin’ ‘em strength, hope. An’ the next day this rose started to grow right where the mother’s tears fell… an' I wanna believe that somewhere… one grew when I met ya.” When Daryl raises his head and his gaze catches yours, the intensity forces you to hold your breath for a moment, as if with a quick, sharp breath, the air could also carry away the overflowing emotions too fast. “What m' tryin' to say is… ma mom used to say this flower grows after someone’s pain an' s' funny to think how ya appeared jus' when I couldn't bear any more pain.”

Daryl smiles softly, and his gaze softens too even through the past he still feels, but even in his own darkness that blends with the night, there’s still beauty to be seen in the dim light.

“Does it still hurt?”

Your question glimmers with your own pain, causing your voice to crack slightly, but that little spark of concern is extinguished when Daryl shakes his head.

“Nah. The scars will always be there, but it all stopped hurtin' a long time ago.”

You nod, but the pain in response to his abuse reached you at a supersonic level, so fast it violently settled inside you.

“I’m glad. Honestly.” You laugh embarrassedly as you feel tears welling up in your eyes, so you slide your fingers from the edges outward in a failed attempt to keep them in line. “I’m sorry.”

“Shit. No, m' sorry, Peach.” Daryl leans forward until his fingers can cup the soft skin of your face and his thumbs can wipe away the first tear that falls from either side. “Didn't mean to make ya cry, I jus' want ya to understand that yer the reason m' here. Ya saved me from myself. Ya always felt like the home I never had, an' I wanted to keep that with me almost selfishly an' all the time. Why ya think I followed ya everywhere?” Daryl lets out a short but heartfelt laugh, and you manage to imitate it with less intensity. “Yer ma home, Peach, yer everythin’ to me, that's why right now I jus' need ya to be honest with me, okay?”

He pulls away, and the wind brushes and chills the skin where his warm fingers had been, but you nod, watching as Daryl reaches into his pants again, making a fist to hide whatever he's holding, until he places a ring over the drawing. Like lead, you feel a weight on your heart trying to drag it down with the sudden nervousness, perhaps heavy with all the emotions that have gathered there.

When you look up again, Daryl smiles sideways, a little with his own nerves.

"Would ya let me be yer husband?"

[justauthoring]

The Man I (Unfortunately) Love.

Request: I’m BEGGING foaming at the mouth can we plsplspls have more jealous zoro (or luffy 👀 I want to see you take on that as well) Requested by: Anonymous

Pairing: Zoro Roronoa x F!Reader

A/N: I wasn't sure if you meant live action or anime so I went with anime since I haven't written for anyone else but Luffy lol. Hopefully this is in character!!

Also, I don't really know why Ace is with the crew. That fact is not important. Whats important is I wanted to include Ace and thus, jealous Zoro was born.

Word Count: 2,135

And, as usual, it's not spell-checked :)

Zoro, by nature, was not a jealous man.

At least, not overtly.

He literally dealt with a shitty cook who could not keep the lovesick act together for even a second whenever there was a woman anywhere near his presence. It didn't bother Zoro, at least not enough to do anything about it.

(Anything major).

He'd tell the cook to quit it or grunt disapprovingly but Sanji was apart of the crew and he knew that he respected yours and Zoro's relationship at the end of the day.

He could handle boys flirting with you. Honestly, most of the time they were boys (not men) and really, they're the ones who looked like fools at the end of the day. Fumbling with red cheeks and look like an idiot. Zoro didn't have any fear of you choosing one of them over him any day because really--

Could they do anything he could?

No.

And his confidence was always rewarded when you'd all but tell the boy you were interested, harsher if they were more pushier, and then would turn your back to them like they were nothing. And who would you go running to?

Him. Every time.

You'd call his name in that sweet voice of yours, face soft with warmth and excitement twinkling in your eyes. He'd watch with a smug smile as the boys face would fall and then gradually turn to fear when they got a proper look at Zoro.

Zoro didn't love being public with his affection. He was most content sharing those more intimate moments when it was just the two of you. But in moments like those, he'd be a little bit more deliberate about wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest.

The flush of your cheeks and the light giggle you'd let out were added rewards.

So, no. Zoro was not a jealous man. He was confident and secure in his relationship with you.

But that didn't mean he couldn't be jealous.

-

Zoro truly did not understand what was so fascinating about Luffy's brother.

But clearly you thought he was the greatest thing to walk on this very earth.

Ever since Luffy's brother had stumbled upon the crew, explaining he was missing his dear younger brother and wanted to check in on him, you'd been absolutely glued to his side.

Zoro had been surprised, to say the least, when your face had broken into a wide grin with literal stars in your eyes at the sight of Ace. You'd exclaimed that you'd heard of the 'Fire Fist Ace' before and thought he was 'an amazing pirate' that you'd 'always wanted to meet'.

Zoro still scoffs at the thought.

Sure, Ace was... strong. He was nice, Zoro guessed. And he was Luffy's brother so that meant he was obviously... okay. But Zoro couldn't understand why you looked starstruck.

You hadn't been with the crew yet when they'd met Ace back in Alabasta. Zoro would be relieved about that fact if Ace wasn't here now.

After a whole day of the regular silliness the crew got up to, they were celebrating in their useful festivities. Normally, Zoro would be just as ramped up with the rest of the crew. Even if that only involved him simply drinking while sat with the rest of the crew.

That night though, he'd proceeded to... for lack of a better word, sulk.

He was sat in a corner, far away from the rest of the crew, huddled in the darkness (still drinking) and watching you with a heavy frown.

Normally, you spent these nights glued to his side. Not somebody else. Not... Ace. You'd dance with Luffy, Usopp and Chopper or chat with Nami and Robin while being fed drinks and food by Sanji. But, for the majority, you'd be with him.

Sitting with him. Drinking with him. Just... talking.

Zoro loved those nights.

But you'd barely glanced his way all day, let alone that evening.

The drink he knocks back is particularly soar as he watches you laugh at something Ace has said. He can't hear either of you, but your smile is wide and your laugh is loud and genuine. Ace is smiling at you too, glancing down at you with warm eyes as he indulgences in your questions.

Even Luffy almost seems out of place between the two of you. Not that he cares; Luffy seems simply ecstatic that his crew is getting along with his brother so well.

(Some more than others, clearly.)

If Zoro were a jealous man and he stooped to those sort of levels, he'd imagined he would've marched right up to you and Ace by now and made it clear who you were with. But Zoro was not a jealous man, nor did he fall privy to his emotions so easily.

Instead, Zoro sulked.

It's a few hours into the party, however, that Zoro decides he has had enough of sulking. He won't do anything but he doesn't want to sit here and watch this any longer either.

He's just about to stand up when he hears you calling for him;

"Zoro!"

The sound of your voice, light and airy in that way he loves, gives him pause. His body freezes and slowly his head turns to face you, only to see you frowning at him.

"Where are you going?" Your eyes flicker on the bottle on the floor back up to Zoro, head tilted.

"To bed," he says, harsher than he means to. "Night."

He looks away before he can see the look of hurt and shock he knows washes up on your face. Zoro knows he's being unreasonable, but the words seem to leave his lips nonetheless.

Just as moves to walk away, though, your hand is around his wrist, stopping him.

"Already?" You ask, still thoroughly baffled. (Obviously you're confused, Zoro thinks to himself, you don't know how stupidly jealous he's felt all day). "But you've been tucked away by yourself all night when we're supposed to be celebrating! Luffy's brother is--"

"I know!" He cuts in, voice pitching as you flinch in response. He turns to face you, eyes set in a mean glare. "I get it, okay? Luffy's brother, the amazing Fire Fist Ace that you think is just so amazing and strong and wonderful, is here so we have to celebrate it, right? So much so that you haven't left his side all day! I'd begun to think you'd forgotten I'd even existed."

At this point, his words were loud enough to catch the attention of the entire crew. All noise, chatter or otherwise, falls completely silent as they watch Zoro berate you.

You, however, simply stare back at Zoro. Your face has fallen from your previous excitement and the hand you'd had around his wrist has returned to your side as you take a step back.

"Zoro, I--"

But he doesn't let you say anything.

"Save it, okay?" Zoro practically bites at you. "Just go back to hanging with Ace and leave me the fuck alone."

He turns and walks off in the next second, practically slamming the door shut behind him.

-

It takes ten minutes before someones knocking on the door.

Zoro has half the mind to tell them to fuck off, but then he remember show he had done exactly that to you and the guilt eats him up. He knows what he did was wrong. He knows he'd overreacted. And what sucks more is that Zoro isn't the type of guy to overreact.

And yet he had. He'd hurt you in the process too.

When Zoro doesn't say anything, Luffy invites himself inside.

Zoro isn't sure who he's expecting. He thinks briefly it might be you, but he also doesn't blame you for the fact that it isn't. He figures Luffy makes the most sense. The look on his captains face his clear.

Pressing his head to his hands, Zoro huffs. "You don't have to say anything."

Luffy is silent. His arms are crossed over his chest, his face strangely not in a grin and rather, his lips are downturned into a disapproving frown. The look in his eyes, though, is the worst.

Disappointment.

Zoro pushes himself to a stand in frustration.

"I know, okay?" He snaps at his captain, "I know I was a dick."

"Good," Luffy finally says. "Because you were. And you need to apologize to Y/N."

Zoro sighs. "I know."

"But that's not why I'm here."

Confused, Zoro turns to Luffy, shaking his head. "I--"

"Y/N spent the whole day talking about you." Luffy says, in that way he always says things when he knows he's right. "She constantly tried to get you to come join us but you dismissed her at every point. Ignoring everything, that's not how I let my crew treat each other."

The guilt festers deeper in Zoro. A nasty feeling that eats away at him.

(Fuck. He screwed up).

"Whatever your problem was," Luffy starts, voice dark. "Fix it."

And then Luffy walks out the door, leaving Zoro to stew in his own guilt and thoughts.

-

You're not with the rest of the crew when Zoro goes to find you.

Nami won't tell him but when he turns to Sanji, the cook simply just glares at him, gesturing over his shoulder towards the crows nest with a barely concealed threat; "try that shit again, moss head and I'll throw you off this ship myself."

He also notices Ace is gone.

You're staring up at the stars in the night sky when he makes it to the top.

You meet his eyes but don't say anything and so Zoro crawls up into the small space and moves so he's across from you. He lets a beat of silence follow his arrival before he says;

"I'm sorry."

It's important he starts with that.

You scoff, rolling your eyes. "I'm sure you are."

"I am," he asserts, making sure his tone conveys how serious he is. "I was an asshole. And I shouldn't have snapped at you like that. I never should."

Finally, you turn to look at him properly. "You ever speak to me like that again, Zoro and we're through."

"I won't," he says. And he means it.

You nod, and then; "were you jealous, then?"

(Zoro is not a jealous man, but...)

"Yeah." He admits, even though it's hard to. "I was."

"Why?" You ask, hugging your knees to your chest. "You've never been jealous like that before."

"It was... different. Different than the shitty cook or random guys who flirt with you." Zoro explains, trying to ignore how uncomfortable he is. You deserve an explanation, and he's going to give it to you. "You looked so... impressed by him. By Ace. And I'm used to you only looking at me like that. It's shitty and doesn't excuse it but that's how I felt."

You frown. "Zoro," you call and your voice is considerably softer than it has been. "It doesn't matter if I think some other guy is cool, you are the only one I want to be with. You have to know that."

"I do."

"Then why?"

"I..." But he trails off, because he doesn't know.

"Zoro?"

"I... don't know," he admits. "I know it's not what you want to hear, but I don't know. I was blinded by emotions. I'm... sorry."

You nod, slowly. Zoro notices the way your nails are digging into your hands, a nervous tick of yours, and taking the chance he reaches for your hands. You don't pull away, and he lets out a sigh of relief.

(He doesn't know what he would've done if you had.)

"I love you," he whispers, "and I'm sorry."

You stare at him for a long moment. Just... taking him in.

Then, your hand squeezes him back.

"You made Ace leave."

"Next time we see him, I'll apologize to him."

You raise a brow; "that's big of you."

"I'd do it for you."

That pulls a chuckle from your lips, rolling your eyes. "I would like you to apologize to Ace because you feel bad about how you treated him."

Zoro grins, "you know that's not why I'll do it."

Letting your head tilt to rest on your arm, a soft smile curls on your lips. "I know."

"Good."

"I spent the whole day talking about you, you know."

Zoro tries to hide his smirk. "I know. Luffy told me."

"So you should feel extra shitty."

He tries to wipe the smirk off his face, it doesn't work.

"You're far too smug," you huff half-heartedly. "I should be more mad at you than I am."

"But you're not?"

"No," you mumble, voice warm with love. "I'm not."

(Because Zoro, despite everything, is the man you love.)

[the-oblivious-writer]

With Her I Die |9|

Past J.T to Eventual S.H x Female Reader

Chapter Nine: Chosen Speed

warnings: strong language/profanity (watch yo profanity), emotional/physical distress, relationship conflict, shauna's still very much pregnant, references to death, themes of abandonment and trauma, intense arguments, and confrontation.

note(s): reader's always giving someone augida, smh.

taglist: @morganismspam23 @slutforabbyanderson

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Shauna knew recovery wouldn't be easy, but this? This was something else entirely.

Five days after the fever broke, and the cabin had become a minefield. She'd spent the better part of a week hovering at your bedside, barely sleeping, barely eating, waiting for you to come back to her. Now that you had, she almost wished for the docile, fever-weakened version of you instead of... whatever this was.

"I said I'm fine," you snapped, yanking your arm away when she tried to help you stand. "Jesus Christ, I can walk by myself."

Shauna stepped back, that familiar tension creeping into her shoulders. Your moods had been swinging wildly since the fever—one minute quiet and withdrawn, the next lashing out like a cornered animal. It was exhausting trying to predict which version of you she'd get from one moment to the next.

"You almost passed out yesterday," she reminded you, keeping her voice level.

You shot her a look that could have frozen water. "Yeah, well, today isn't yesterday."

Shauna watched as you pushed yourself up from the makeshift bed, your movements stiff but determined. Five days ago, she would have given anything to see you standing again. Now, she just felt a growing knot of anxiety as you swayed slightly before finding your balance.

"Maybe just let me—"

"I don't need a fucking milk nurse, Shauna!" The words exploded out of you, filling the small cabin with their sharp edges. "I'm not some invalid!"

Shauna flinched, not from the volume but from the venom behind it. She knew, rationally, that this wasn't really about her. The fever had left you weak and frustrated, and she was the closest target. But knowing that didn't make it hurt any less.

"Fine," she said coolly, crossing her arms over her pregnant belly in an unconsciously protective gesture. "Do whatever you want."

Tai found her outside later, aggressively chopping firewood. Each swing of the axe sent a satisfying shock through her arms, a physical outlet for the frustration building inside her.

"That wood do something to offend you?" Tai asked, leaning against a nearby tree.

Shauna didn't look up. "Just being useful."

"Uh-huh." Tai's tone made it clear she wasn't buying it. "And this has nothing to do with the shouting match I heard earlier?"

The axe came down with particular force, splitting the log clean in two. "She's impossible," Shauna muttered, positioning another piece of wood. "Everything I do is wrong. Everything I say is wrong."

"She's been through a lot."

"We've all been through a lot." The axe swung down again. "I've been through a lot."

Tai was quiet for a moment, watching as Shauna methodically destroyed another log. "You're different with her," she finally said. "Different than you were with... before."

They both knew she meant Jackie, but neither of them said the name. It hung in the air between them, unspoken but impossible to ignore.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Shauna asked defensively, pausing with the axe held mid-swing.

Tai shrugged, her expression thoughtful. "With Jackie, you were always holding back. Like you were afraid to take up too much space." She gestured vaguely toward the cabin where you were. "With her, it's like... you're all in. No safety net, no escape plan."

The observation hit too close to home. Shauna lowered the axe, suddenly aware of the ache in her arms, the sweat trickling down her back.

"Maybe that's the problem," she admitted quietly.

"What is?"

"Being all in." Shauna rested a hand on her belly, feeling the slight flutter of movement beneath her palm. "It's too much. For both of us."

Tai pushed off from the tree, moving to stand beside her. "Look, I won't pretend to understand whatever's going on between you two. But I do know this place fucks with your head. Makes everything more... intense."

Shauna laughed humorlessly. "That's one word for it."

"Just... give her some space. You've been hovering over her like she's made of glass since Jackie died. Maybe she needs to prove she won't break."

The words stung, precisely because they contained a grain of truth Shauna wasn't ready to acknowledge.

"I wasn't hovering," she protested weakly. "I was taking care of her."

Tai gave her a knowing look. "There's a difference between taking care and taking over."

When Shauna returned to the cabin an hour later, arms laden with split wood, she found you seated at the crude table, staring blankly at the wall. There was something different about your posture—a new rigidity, a deliberate distance.

"Hey," she said cautiously, setting the wood down beside the small stove.

You glanced up, your eyes meeting hers briefly before sliding away. "Hey."

It was such a normal exchange, so mundane, that for a moment Shauna felt a flicker of hope. Maybe Tai was right. Maybe all you needed was a little space to breathe.

"Feeling any better?" she asked, moving to sit across from you.

You shrugged, that non-committal gesture that had become your default response to most questions lately. "Fine."

Shauna bit her lip, frustration building again. This was the pattern they'd fallen into—her reaching out, you pulling back, over and over until they were both exhausted from the effort.

"You know, you could try actually talking to me," she said, unable to keep the edge from her voice. "Instead of these one-word answers."

"What do you want me to say?" You looked up at her, really looked at her for the first time in days. "That I'm grateful? That I'm sorry for being such a burden?"

"That's not what I—"

"Because I am," you continued, your voice rising. "Sorry, I mean. Sorry that you had to spend a week wiping my forehead and listening to me ramble about shit that doesn't even matter. Sorry that you got stuck babysitting a sociopath."

Shauna stared at you, taken aback by the sudden outburst. "That's not how I see it."

"No? Then how do you see it, Shauna?" There was a challenge in your voice, a recklessness that made her uneasy. "Please, enlighten me."

"I was worried about you," she said slowly, carefully. "I care about you. Is that so fucking terrible?"

You pushed back from the table, the legs of your chair scraping harshly against the wooden floor. "It is when it's suffocating me!"

The words hung in the air between them, sharp and impossible to take back.

Shauna felt something crack inside her chest. "Suffocating you," she repeated flatly.

"Yes!" You stood up, your movements jerky with agitation. "I can't breathe with you watching my every move, waiting for me to collapse or break down or—I don't know—start digging up Jackie's grave again!"

The mention of Jackie was like throwing a match into gasoline. Shauna stood too, her body humming with sudden, intense anger.

"Don't you dare bring her into this," she warned, her voice dangerously low.

"Why not? She's always here anyway!" You gestured wildly around the cabin. "In every conversation, every look, every fucking moment between us! She's the reason you can't let me out of your sight for five seconds!"

"That's not true."

"Isn't it?" Your laugh was hollow, bitter. "You couldn't save her, so now you're determined to save me instead. Well, guess what? I don't need saving!"

Shauna felt her control slipping, months of fear and exhaustion and grief bubbling to the surface. "Really? Because from where I'm standing, you're doing a pretty shit job of taking care of yourself!"

"Oh, fuck you," you spat, turning away to pace the small confines of the cabin.

"No, fuck you!" Shauna's voice rose to match yours. "I've done nothing but try to help you, and all you do is push me away! You think I don't have other things to worry about?" She gestured at her rounded belly. "You think you're the only one going through hell out here?"

"I never asked for your help! I never asked for any of this!"

Something crashed to the floor—a cup, knocked from the table in your agitated movements. The sound seemed to ignite something in you, and suddenly you were grabbing whatever was within reach—a book, a small carved figure Javi had made—and hurling them across the room.

"Stop it!" Shauna shouted, moving to intercept you. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Everything!" you screamed back, your face contorted with an emotion Shauna couldn't name. "Everything is wrong! This place, these people, me, you—all of it!"

Shauna grabbed your wrist as you reached for another projectile. "That's enough!"

You wrenched away from her grip with surprising strength, stumbling backward until your back hit the wall. "Don't touch me," you hissed, your chest heaving with each rapid breath.

For a moment, Shauna didn't recognize you. The girl before her was a stranger, all wild eyes and sharp edges and barely contained fury. Nothing like the person she'd held through fever dreams, nothing like the girl she'd fallen for in the quiet moments between disasters.

"Fine," she said, her voice suddenly calm, detached. "I won't touch you. I won't help you. I won't do anything."

"Shauna—"

But she was already turning away, stepping over the debris of your tantrum, heading for the door.

"Where are you going?" Your voice had lost its edge, uncertainty creeping in.

"Away from you," she answered without looking back. "Isn't that what you want?"

She didn't wait for your response, just pushed through the door into the fading afternoon light, letting it slam behind her with a finality that echoed through the clearing.

Shauna didn't have a destination in mind when she left the cabin, just an overwhelming need to put distance between herself and the poisonous atmosphere inside. Her feet carried her toward the tree line, away from the curious glances of the others who'd no doubt heard the shouting match.

She made it just past the first row of trees before her composure cracked. The sob that tore from her throat surprised her with its intensity—a primal, wounded sound that seemed to come from somewhere deeper than her lungs. She pressed her back against the rough bark of a pine tree and let herself slide to the ground, arms wrapped protectively around her middle as if she could physically hold herself together.

The tears came in earnest then, hot and messy and unrestrained. Tears for Jackie, for the baby growing inside her, for the girl she'd left behind in the cabin, and for herself—this new version of herself that she barely recognized sometimes, or maybe she did and that's what scared her. 

"Fuck," she whispered between sobs, the word carrying no real heat. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

She wasn't sure how long she sat there, letting grief wash over her in waves. Long enough for the shadows to lengthen, for the distant sounds of camp activity to quiet. Long enough for her tears to run dry, leaving her hollow and exhausted.

Tai had been right. She'd been smothering you, trying to fill the Jackie-shaped hole in her life with obsessive care, with constant vigilance. But you weren't Jackie. You weren't a replacement, a do-over. You were something else entirely—something raw and real and unpredictable.

And maybe she'd been expecting too much from you, too. Expecting you to want the same intensity, the same all-consuming connection. Expecting you to need her as desperately as she needed you.

The realization didn't make the hurt any less sharp, but it gave it context, a frame she could almost understand.

Shauna rested her head back against the tree trunk, closing her eyes. The baby shifted inside her, a gentle reminder that she wasn't truly alone, even in this moment of desolation.

"It's okay," she whispered, unsure if she was talking to the baby or herself. "We're okay."

The lie tasted bitter on her tongue, but she repeated it anyway, again and again, until the words lost their meaning entirely.

By the time Shauna made her way back to the cabin, night had fallen completely. She paused outside, hand on the rough wooden door, steeling herself for whatever waited on the other side. Part of her expected—maybe even hoped—to find you asleep, to delay the inevitable awkwardness until morning.

What she didn't expect was to find the interior rearranged.

Your mattress, previously pushed against hers in their corner of the shared sleeping space, had been dragged to the opposite side of the room. Your few possessions—the book you'd been reading before getting sick, the flannel shirt you wore most nights, the small collection of stones you'd gathered from various hunting trips—were neatly arranged in your new area.

The message couldn't have been clearer if you'd painted it on the wall: Stay away.

Shauna stood frozen in the doorway, the physical manifestation of your rejection hitting her harder than any of the words you'd hurled at her earlier. The careful separation of your things from hers felt like watching a surgical excision of something vital.

You were there, sitting cross-legged on your relocated mattress, staring at her with an unreadable expression. The cabin was eerily quiet after the chaos of their earlier confrontation.

"So that's it?" Shauna finally asked, her voice sounding strange to her own ears.

You didn't answer immediately, just held her gaze with that same inscrutable look. "I need space," you said eventually, the words flat and final.

Shauna nodded mechanically, unable to formulate a response that wouldn't dissolve into either screaming or begging. Instead, she moved to her own corner—emptier now, half-abandoned—and sat on the edge of her mattress, her back to you.

The silence stretched between them, thick with everything unsaid.

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"You're being an asshole, you know that, right?"

Nat's voice cuts through the morning air as you haul your clothing and meager possessions across the clearing to one of the smaller lean-tos that flanks the cabin. Shauna's been gone since dawn, helping Tai and Akilah check the snare lines, and you've decided to extend your separation even further.

You don't pause in your task, just shoot Nat a warning glare. "Not now, Nat."

"If not now, when?" She falls into step beside you, arms crossed over her chest. "Because from where I'm standing, you're making a pretty big statement with this little move-out."

"It's none of your business."

"It becomes my business when Shauna's walking around looking like someone ripped her heart out." Nat steps in front of you, blocking your path. "Look, I get it. Being sick fucked with your head. But taking it out on the one person who didn't leave your side for a second? That's cold."

You try to sidestep her, but Nat mirrors your movement, refusing to let you pass.

"Move," you growl, your patience wearing thin.

"Or what?" Nat challenges, her eyes narrowing. "You'll throw shit at me too? Yeah, I heard your little temper tantrum."

Heat rises to your cheeks—embarrassment or anger, you're not sure which. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"I know Shauna's pregnant and exhausted and scared out of her mind, and instead of cutting her some slack, you're treating her like she's the enemy." Nat's voice is hard, uncompromising. "I know she sat with you for days, barely sleeping, because she was terrified you wouldn't wake up."

"I didn't ask her to!" The words burst out of you, familiar and hollow.

"Jesus, listen to yourself," Nat scoffs. "You think any of us ask for the shit that happens out here? You think Shauna asked to get pregnant? You think Jackie asked to freeze to death?"

The mention of Jackie makes something twist painfully in your chest. "Fuck you," you mutter, but there's less heat behind it now.

"No, fuck you," Nat retorts without missing a beat. "Shauna deserves better than this."

You finally manage to push past her, continuing toward the lean-to with your bundle of possessions clutched to your chest like a shield. "Then maybe she should find someone better."

Nat lets out a short, incredulous laugh. "Wow. You really don't get it, do you?"

You ignore her, focusing on arranging your things in the cramped space of the lean-to. It's not much—barely enough room to lie down—but it's away from the suffocating atmosphere of the cabin, away from Shauna's constant, worried gaze.

"She loves you, you idiot," Nat says from behind you, her voice softer now. "For whatever fucked-up reason, she chose you. And you're throwing it away because what? You're scared? News flash—we're all scared. All the time."

You keep your back to her, unable to face the truth in her words. "She'll be better off without me."

"That's bullshit and you know it." Nat sighs, and you can picture her running a hand through her short hair in frustration. "Look, whatever's going on in your head right now—whatever that fever dredged up—you don't have to deal with it alone."

You finally turn to face her, something sharp and defensive rising in your throat. "Like you're one to talk about dealing with things alone. When's the last time you let anyone help you, Nat?"

It's a low blow, and you know it. Nat's expression hardens, her moment of vulnerability evaporating.

"At least I'm not deliberately hurting people who care about me," she says coldly. "But hey, if this is really what you want—to push away the one good thing in this hellhole—then go for it. Just don't come crying to me when you realize what you've lost."

With that, she turns and walks away, leaving you alone in the small shelter with nothing but your scattered possessions and the hollow feeling expanding in your chest.

You sit on the rough ground, suddenly exhausted despite having only been awake for a few hours. The anger that's been fueling you for days flickers uncertainly, leaving behind something that feels dangerously close to regret.

In the distance, you can see the cabin, smoke curling lazily from its chimney. Somewhere inside are the remnants of the life you'd built with Shauna—the shared mattresses pushed together for warmth, the way her hand always found yours in the dark, the quiet conversations that made the wilderness feel less vast, less deadly.

And now there's just this—a lean-to barely big enough for one, a growing distance that feels both necessary and unbearable, and the nagging, persistent fear that maybe Nat is right. Maybe you are throwing away the one good thing left.

But you can't go back. Not now. Not when every look from Shauna feels like an expectation you can't possibly fulfill. Not when the memory of your mother walking away is still so fresh from your fever dreams, reminding you that love is conditional, temporary.

Better to be the one who leaves than the one left behind.

So you stay where you are, arranging and rearranging your few possessions, trying to make this tiny space feel like something other than what it is—a retreat, a surrender, a preemptive strike against an abandonment you're certain is coming.

And if your vision blurs with unshed tears as you work, well—that's nobody's business but your own.

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Diamond 박성훈

Sunghoon married y/n because of a contract, so now they try to get along with it, she's in love with him but Sunghoon doesn't feel the same.

Tw: cursing, arrange marriage, description of nudity, one side love, there's an actual description of losing virginity, not romantic at the beginning but gradually is, face fuck, mention of squirting, there's two sex escenarios, Sunghoon is a dick like half of the story, slow burn? Idk he never actually feels in love or reciprocates her feelings. Let me know if I missed something.

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They're the perfect marriage, everyone is jealous about them, how perfect they are, how lovely and openly affectionate they present in every chance they have, when they got married every magazine had their pictures on the cover.

“Mr and Mrs Park the wedding of the year”

That day she received a lot of different congratulations, compliments on her looks but also a lot of dirty looks about how she got to marry him, she heard a lot of the women talking about how little she was and how undeserving she was of Sunghoon, she brushed off that because it was her wedding with the man she was in love since she's 10, no one would ruin that and they didn't, it was perfect.

In the honeymoon she was so excited and nervous about their first night together, she got ready took off her bridal gown and stayed in her lace lingerie waiting for him in the bedroom, when he entered he barely pay any attention to her, holding a glass of liquor and sending messages on his phone, when he finally noticed her all nervous sitting at the edge of the bed his face morph into something similar to hate.

-put your pajamas now, is late and tomorrow we have to leave early, unless you wanna stay, did you pack enough clothes?- she nods timid covering with her hands now feeling so exposed- good, we'll be a week in the Island and probably two or three days sailing, bathing suit or wherever you use if you don't have you can ask my assistant she'll bring you what you need

He took a sip of his glass before starting to remove his garments, he unbuttoned his t-shirt and removed his belt and accessories even his ring, she wasn't sure if he's gonna undress her or if she had to do it, she stayed there looking at him, when Sunghoon glanced at her and noticed that she didn't move he just sighs.

-i'll leave so you can change

-but… we're supposed to- Sunghoon turned around making her stutter- it's our wedding night aren't we supposed to be together?

-you mean sex?- Sunghoon looks at her blushing face- listen this arrangement it's because of our parents, you don't have to do anything of the marital duties, the whole deal is for our family companies stay in the same family so no one can take it from us, but that shouldn't be a problem to us because we know that, it's an arrangement between them but between you and me can be different, no attachment just pretend in front of the people so they don't suspect

-you… I, but it's… we… is our honeymoon

-I mean if you want, we can have sex will be fun for when we don't have anyone else to fuck with- he took his glass to his lips, he looks cold and distant- you want it now?

She was so sad, what does he mean anyone else? They're married now, it should be only them now, he got close starting to take off her garments, she tense closing her eyes waiting for him to just do whatever, it wasn't romantic it wasn't what she hoped for, Sunghoon pushed her to bed with her bralette half there, her breasts exposed and his hand squeezing harshly her nipple making her moan in pain, he pulled apart from her looking at her face of discomfort.

-I'll sleep in the room next to this, I'll come for you tomorrow morning to go, there will be paparazzi on the Island so be prepared to pretend, we're a happy married couple enjoying their honeymoon, not a contract that our parents did, we need to sell the story right, understand?- she nods feeling heartbroken- night rest well

She was left there, she thought that things would be different between them, she developed a crush on him since she was 10, a lot of kids at school picked at her for not being rich enough like their parents, but never Sunghoon he actually stand up for her, facing the kids that used to push her and call her names, she started to feel attraction towards him but with time and how often their families gather she fell in love, Sunghoon was everything educated, polite, good looking, good at sports, rich, a dream come true, everyone was in love with him. When her parents told her about the marriage she felt thrilled, beyond happy to be paired with Sunghoon, she actually didn't understood well the contract part because she wasn't the heirs of the company it was her brother so y/n wasn't involved in the conversations about anything, but Sunghoon was, he basically was the second one on charge of his parents company, he's intelligent for the business so it was no surprise when he was already on charge of everything. As little as her family let her know they got married to help the companies but she didn't know how, apparently the plan was marriage to merge both net worth, she was educated to be a good wife to spend the money her husband makes, to stay perfect for him in every aspect, good skin, perfect nails and hair, ideal weight and body figure, to be refined but always please him, she kept her purity untouched for him, they were promised since a long ago and she wanted to be the perfect bride for Sunghoon. He was perfect and everyone knew and comment about it, she wasn't enough so she tried a lot more to be suitable for him, on her wedding she heard a couple ladies talking about how underweight she was no curves or anything appealing for a handsome toned young man like Sunghoon, she was insecure about their first night together some girls in the members club talked about how good he is in bed she was worried about pleasing him since she never touched a man, y/n knows a couple of the girls that Sunghoon got involved with, she was worried because they were everything she is not, tiny waist big breasts and round big butt, someone said that she looked awfully flat on her bridal gown, when she undressed and stayed on her lingerie she didn't expect that reaction, was he so disappointed of her body that he didn't wanted to touch her? That he probably did it because of compromise but felt so disgusted that it was better to just left her there, she cried and cried for a long time that night, the morning was a blur Sunghoon was already dressed immaculate and when he saw her she can sense that disappointment to see her as his wife.

-it's late and we need to leave in 20 minutes- she was barely covered by the see through pajamas her mother bought for her honeymoon pulling the comforter to her chest- get ready quick I'll ask for the breakfast to be on the plane, anything is good for you?- she nods looking at him on his phone asking for their breakfast. She got out of bed taking off her clothes trying to be dressed quickly, Sunghoon was there she was embarrassed to change in front of him, he was almost like supervising that she's doing the right thing, she slipped her underwear putting a little white dress on top- are you gonna wear that?

-is something wrong?- she looks at herself in the mirror she thought it was cute, maybe a little short but she liked it, that's why she chose it and her mom let her take it to the trip- you don't like it?

-it's okay just that, there will be stairs and I don't want a paparazzi taking photos of my wife's ass, or worse that little thong you're wearing doesn't cover much- she blush pulling her dress down

-all my clothes are already packed in the plane, I don't have anything else to wear- her voice was small and ashamed, even her underwear was chosen by someone else to appeal her husband

- whatever, let's go- he started to walk leaving her inside her hotel room, she trots after him to catch up with him- remember smile, we're a happy couple- he gave her a pair of sunglasses- wear this it's obvious that you cried

She put them on just before the door of the hotel opened, it was so sudden the flash of cameras, the voices yelling, the people pushing her, Sunghoon holding her hand and guiding her to the car, once inside he relaxed all his body.

-it's only for now they'll be tired of us in a week, just now that we're the new they're following us but still just in case you'll have your own security team all the time

And that was it no more conversation, he put on headphones and closed his eyes on the way to the airport when they arrived he helped her to get down the car holding her hand to go to the plane, the stairs were there and she feels hot in her cheeks, Sunghoon removed his suit jacket putting it on her legs so she can go up she smiles at him going slowly covered by him, in the photos they looked like a lovely couple but in the plane was much the same as it was in the car or the hotel, they didn't talk again, he was reading the news on a tablet while eating his breakfast, she did the same in silence without anything to do just looking at the window, the service on the plane was nice she made sure to tell thanks for both since Sunghoon was now sleeping on his seat, she stayed there looking at her ring, beautiful, shiny, probably it cost a fortune but it was obvious being Sunghoon her husband, it was diamond to display.

The crew members informed them that they'll land soon, Sunghoon woke up grumbling fixing himself on the seat, he rubs his eyes before a pretty stewardess came almost running to give him a wet towel to clean his face, Sunghoon placed his hand on her tight pulling her closer to him, making her giggle, y/n was there watching him feeling jealousy how his hand sneak under her skirt touching her toned legs, once she was out of sight she feels the urge to tell him not to do that again.

-Shouldn't we pretend here too? There's people who can see us- she tried her best to not let her voice sound angry

-nah, my little diamond is my favorite in the crew. She knows the deal about you and me, also that we'll only have our time together when you're not here don't worry about that, not gonna do anything when you're near me or my girls- girls? More than one? Was he seriously talking about having an affair with someone when they're married

-but we're… what if someone tells the paparazzi?

-they won't, all my employees sign a confidential arrange they can't talk or sell anything about me, they'll be in jail in automatic, my girls have a especial contract themselves so no need to worry I recommend you do the same for your future partners

She was furious, how dare he have affairs but most importantly, does he think she's a slut to have affairs herself? The voice of the captain interrupted her internal rambling. They're landing now. Once the plane wasn't moving he quickly took her hand, she was confused.

-it’s a private island and the paparazzi will be hiding, it won't be obvious like in the hotel so we can only be ourselves inside the house or the ship, even if we're in the pool or gardens we have to pretend okay- he fix his sunglasses staff- will be only the necessary inside the house we want to appear like a couple who wants time alone, now smile and wear your sunglasses

The door was open and again the flash of the cameras hit her, Sunghoon took his jacket to cover her legs helping her down, she pulled down the dress to cover her bottom, he helped her until the very last step and then into the golf cart that take them to the dock, Sunghoon helped her like if he really cares about her and for a moment she let herself believe that fantasy, her childhood crush is her husband now, she wanted to enjoy this moments even if it's fake, on the yacht he didn't stop being attentive, staying on the deck holding her waist while they sail, he asked for drinks for both taking a sip of his liquor it smelled strong and she took a sip of her mocktail, Sunghoon looks at her giving her a kiss on her forehead patting her bottom softly and playfully, y/n wasn't sure why he was doing it maybe he wants to actually enjoy being married she felt happy.

When they arrived to the island he carried her bridal style making her giggle, when she looks over his shoulder she noticed a boat next to the yacht, with someone else there, someone followed them, the camera to big to not notice, she understood why Sunghoon acted like that feeling that pinch of disappointed on her, the security team quickly took them down to avoid them go deeper into the place while Sunghoon easily walks carrying his bride, now sad she pretend to smile at him in case someone else followed them. Inside the house it was like if they're strangers, Sunghoon parted his own way, choosing his room and not coming out of it all day, she explored the house, took a shower, she ate alone, only having the company of her bodyguard, she had a nap and by the afternoon when the sun sets she wanted to be outside, looking at the sky, she sits on the edge of the pool just putting her feet inside the cold water, shivering she was feeling so alone and it shouldn't be a surprise by now, in this type of life she learned that it's rare to actually have someone to care for you, except for her nannies she feels like nobody cares or loves her. Sunghoon was watching her from his window, she looked completely sad, he feels tired now to go for her, so he just asked for their dinner to be taken to her room so they can eat and have a talk.

When she arrived at her room she was surprised to see him there sitting in the divan while a maid was serving him food.

-take a seat before it gets cold

She obeyed, sitting down and thanking for the food; she started to eat, surprised it was her favorite meal, it tasted almost like her nanny’s recipe, Sunghoon observed her reaction, eating in silence, she didn't know what to talk about or even if she should, once they finished and the maid picked everything cleaning the space.

-the schedule for tomorrow is simple, we'll be by the pool most of the day, did you bring sunblock?- she nods- good do you have bikinis?- she nods again blushing this time- I hope they're pretty… now change while I tell you some things you'll have to do now that you're my wife- she looks at him ashamed

-change like in front of you?- her voice is small and trembling

-yes, do you have a problem with that? I already saw you naked there's no need to act all shy around me- Sunghoon took the bottle of expensive whiskey pouring some on a glass- start, I'll give you a card every week I'll put money on it enough for your expenses and basic needs, anything like luxury items or places out of the budget you have to inform me so I can give you the money and know on what you spent it- she was just standing there- change now I don't wanna lose my good mood- he looks at her frowning- from now on until I'm satisfied I will check your outfits, if I see something not suitable for your new standard you have to have, we're going to get rid of it, when you go to buy new clothes I'll pick them out to make sure my wife looks like a lady and not like those prostitutes at the club hunting men

She feels intimidated by the tone on his voice, she knows he's been drinking since they arrived, she saw the new bottle that now is half empty, his breath smells like liquor and his voice sounds intimidating because is hoarse, she took off her dress while he looks at her burning holes with his eyes on her, she took off her bralette covering her breasts with her arm while trying to put on the pajama top, it was translucent and she probably would have to use a robe on top so he can't look at her, hesitant she slipped her panties off quickly putting the short shorts, she's so exposed even with the fabric on her body.

-now that you're done come sit here- she obeys sitting on the divan putting her legs to her chest trying to cover as much as possible- do you sleep like this always? No underwear?

-feels uncomfortable, my undies sometimes leave marks on me

-all your garments to sleep are thin or in this fabric?

-no, this… someone else chose them for me- his hand was touching the material making her feel hot

-who and why did someone else choose your clothes?

-it's… because… it's my bridal garments, to be sexy and appealing for you… our wedding night needs to be right… everyone… my mom… my mother in law… the ladies at the club… everyone talks about how unattractive I am so I needed to at least try be sexy for you- she rambled feeling her cheeks burn in embarrassment and her eyes about to spill her tears- I know the type of girls you like and I know I'm not even a little like them but everyone told me my job was to keep you satisfied and happy… you spent a lot of money on me so I can marry you so I need to be a good wife- he was amused by how sensitive she was how she was almost crying telling him all of that, how basically she admitted that him and his family bought her from a family with less money

-you think you're a good wife?

-it doesn't matter… it only matters what you think of me, I can't afford a divorce neither my family… I promise I'm well educated on being a good wife

-well I'll judge that these days, but you don't have to cry- he got close to her softly taking her on his arms carrying her to bed- pretty wifes don't cry for silly things, especially because your husband can buy anything you want- seeing her like that switched something in Sunghoon, he noticed with simple tasks how she obeyed without complaining, how she bites her tongue to not say anything about the things she doesn't agree, it was obvious how she was giving him something that he always loved, power, he holds all the power on her just like he does with all the girls he sleeps with- just tell me what you want, I'll check if it's suitable for you and your status and if it's I'll make it come true- she looks at him standing next to bed, her eyes still sparkling with tears

- can you be more affectionate in private with me? That's what I want please?- he was caught off guard, she was vulnerable, in every aspect the money of her family she doesn't have access to, love or affection? she's alone and will be on his house- I don't care about money you can buy me as much or as little as you want just wanna some affection

-little wife is so clingy- she's about to protest when his lips touched hers, it was soft at first until he started to get intense pulling a part- my wife wants to have our first night?- she nods looking like a deer in the headlights- undress

It was a clear order, he didn't even tried to sugarcoat the request, Sunghoon stand up tall and imponent next to her bed, she quickly started to take off her shorts a little unsure to remove her top, her trembling hands finished undressing instinctively she covered her naked body, he pulled her to him taking her hands off her breasts leaving her exposed to him, he cups her face pulling her for a kiss, messy with tongue and hot, it was the first time someone kissed her like that she feels hot, getting wet moaning on his mouth, when he pulled apart his eyes darkened.

-get on your knees- she quickly obeyed looking up at him, he felt himself twitch- go ahead be a good wife and suck me- her trembling hands opened his pants and pulled down just enough to free his member, she looks afraid because it's so big without being hard- have you ever suck a dick?- she shakes her head as no- I'll teach you, open- she did as he said, he smirks taking his length on his hand- tongue out- Sunghoon taps his tip on her tongue- you have to suck, no teeth, use your tongue, like when you're having a lollipop

She did, letting him push his length inside, he grunt and she sloppily sucks making him moan, he makeshifts a ponytail guiding her up and down groaning, he started to thrust inside each time deeper until she gags around him, he smirks pushing her again making her gag and her eyes water, he was testing if she'll tell him to stop at any point but she never did so he started to fuck her face he moaned looking at her face, she looks so innocent, her eyes sparkling with tears, drool on her chin, so helpless totally at his mercy, Sunghoon increased the speed of his thrusts, he was so rough and she feels like crying, why isn't him treating him with care?, Sunghoon didn't stop his member completely hard on her mouth and on the edge of his release, she was holding his thighs trying to push him a little, tears running down her face, her jaw sore and her knees hurting, he cums on her mouth with a deep guttural moan.

-well done, my wife is so good- he smirks pulling her hair to take her mouth off him- swallow everything and show me- she did opening her mouth- get on the bed, on the edge legs hanging from it- she got up doing as he said while Sunghoon took off the rest of his clothes.

She was feeling unsure to keep going, sensing that it's not going to be a romantic first night as a couple, he placed himself between her legs, he popping her legs on his shoulders looking down at her, how she was wet, he chuckled, running a finger up and down her folds.

-what a good wife already wet for me, is all this for me?- he teasingly pinch her clit making her moan and blush- I didn't bring any condoms but you don't mind right?- she shakes her head and he's about to push inside

-wait… - she really wanted to stop but she just reminded herself that she has no choice but to be good for him- can you kiss me please?

-ugh so clingy, we'll work on that later- he holds her hands putting it above her head, pushing inside without any care making her scream in pain- so noisy too- he rolled his eyes leaning to kiss her only to make her shut up.

Sunghoon pushed harshly dragging his hips, feeling how tight she was, he grunt on her lips kissing down her cheek to her neck leaving marks in every inch exposed, he took one of her nipples on his mouth sucking roughly biting making her whimper, her tears run down her cheeks. He was so rough and it hurts so much, she bites her lips trying to stop the noises coming out from her, y/n expected something completely different from her husband, that sweet boy who used to defend her from her bullies at school, the one who always offered her favorite things during dinners and the one who always looked for an excuse to let her leave early at the boring get together between their families, was not here, she closed her eyes just accepting this. Sunghoon thrust inside fast and rough, she was clenching still her body trying to fit him comfortably to minimize the pain, he left her hands free holding her hips so hard it was bruising her skin, he roughly rubbed her clit feeling her spam before cum inside her.

-tiny pussy took me so well, I have a really good wife- he smiles while he pulls out taking whatever is close to wipe himself, dressing only his lower half- night, tomorrow 8 am for breakfast in the garden be ready it might be a photographer near- his voice was so cold it made her shiver, she looks from the spot where he left her sweaty and sticky, the door closed and he not coming back.

Sunghoon left her used and broken, that was it? No kisses, no cuddles or reassuring words, her body hurts but what's worse she feels so dirty now like if she's just one of the girls he sleeps with and not his wife, with the barely strength she still have she took the same handkerchief he used to wipe herself, she noticed his cum mixed with blood feeling more tears streaming down her face, trying to be quiet she dress herself again getting inside the blankets, crying until she couldn't be awake anymore.

Sunghoon looks at his watch, 8:05 am, was he not clear on the time? He takes a sip of his coffee and looks at the maid.

-where 's my wife?

-i'll go for her Mr Park, she must be finishing getting ready- the maid gave a subtle smile leaving immediately

The maid rushed through the house knocking on her door, but she didn't answered, the door opened and she just complained because of the light burying herself on her blanket, the maid got close to the bed seeing the dirty handkerchief and Sunghoon’s forgotten garments.

-Mrs Park, breakfast is ready and Mr Park is waiting for you- her body couldn't move even if she wanted- want me to help you dress I'll go quickly to inform that you'll be ready in just a few more minutes

-no, please- her voice sounds broken- I'm not feeling good, can you tell him that I'm sorry, I don't know what I have

-let me check on you Mrs Park- the maid removed the comforter from her face seeing her swollen eyes and red cheeks, she placed a hand on her forehead feeling how hot is her skin- you have fever, let me go get more people, I'll run you a bath and bring you medicine don't worry Mrs Park

Y/n was thankful that they didn't forced her to be downstairs, especially because added to the pain in between her legs she wasn't sure if she wants to be around Sunghoon today, the maid arrived with a thermometer, a wet cold cloth that she put on her forehead, she rushed inside the bathroom to prepare the tub for her, going into her closet to find something comfortable, finding an oversized maxi dress meant for the beach, getting it ready for y/n, she looks how the maid does everything trying to stop her.

-i'm okay, I just need to rest a little you don't have to do all of this

-oh Mrs Park you're too good for this life, can't you see you're sick?- the maid came quickly taking the comforter off her body, helping her to stand up and walk to the bathroom when she noticed how y/n's legs didn't have the strength to do it- I already asked for your breakfast Mrs Park

-y/n, my name is y/n- the maid smiles with a sweetness she haven't felt in a long time

-I know, Mr Park gave us a list of everything you like, you don't, favorite things, allergies, everything about you, also your nanny sent the recipe of your favorite food so you don't miss home now that you live with Mr Park- she blushed once again the service people were more affectionate with her than her own family including now her husband

-thank you… I'm sorry I don't know your name

-Jinri or Mrs Min it's okay my darling

Y/n let Mrs Min help her, getting in the tub, even helping her to wash her hair, she felt pampered like she haven't felt in a long time, she stayed for a little just enjoying the water while the maids got her bed ready again. Sunghoon on the other hand was furious, looking at his watch seeing how the time just goes but neither his wife or the maid had the decency to show, he got up clearly pissed finding everyone in the house in a rush, all his employees doing something, he stopped one of the younger maids who was carrying bed sheets.

-what is going on? Why the hell all MY employees are doing anything but what I asked?- his voice was stern

-mrs Park is not feeling well- Sunghoon looks at her like if he just insulted him- I'll go wash the sheets so I can remove the blood stain

-what blood?- he very rudely snatched the fabric seeing the red spot on the white- what happened? Is she hurt?

-it's normal Mr Park, sometimes after the first time a woman can bleed, Mrs Park just got a little fever but the blood is nothing to worry about, with your permission, I'll leave.

Sunghoon feels rage, why didn't she say anything last night? He got to the bedroom, the cooker was there leaving her breakfast, the maids making the bed, when they noticed him everyone bowed.

-everyone out- his jaw was tense, everyone rushed out of the room he sits on the bed next to her freshly ironed dress, waiting for her, when y/n came out of the bathroom she froze seeing him there- why didn't you tell me you were a virgin?

-it was something obvious- she holds the towel around her body harder

-why is that something obvious? Care to explain- she can sense how he's containing all the rage he's experimenting

-good wife needs to be pure and untouched for her husband… I kept myself like this for you, so you don't feel ashamed to have a bride that someone else touched… your mother insisted in a clinical exam before all the arrangements of the wedding, they took me to the doctor to certify I was pure for you, it was part of the clauses that I had to fulfill to be your wife- Sunghoon feels more rage on him wanting to break something

-dress now and come sit to eat- his tone was hard so she obeyed, he got out of the room just for a second coming back surprising her- why are you taking so long?

Y/n started to dress putting only panties, her body was hurting and Sunghoon examined every inch exposed, seeing all the bruises he left, she put on the dress, slowly walking to the divan, in that moment the employees came in knocking to serve his breakfast too, the maids smiled at her and she did the same, starting to eat, he was just watching her putting his cold hand on her cheek feeling how hot it is, making her stiffen.

-why you're not wearing a bra? Do you want everyone else to see your tits?- she covered her breasts with her hands even if she's completely dressed

-they only packed one bralette to give you easy access to my body- she said embarrassed- now it's dirty so I don't have anything to wear on my chest… I'll put something after breakfast

-no, I like it, leave it that way- Sunghoon takes a bite of his food- wanna a copy of the clauses you had, and from now on you have to talk about anything about you, if you don't want or like something- he holds her chin to make her look at him- you have a dumb husband you have to explain everything- she hesitates before talk

-i don't like that you left me last night- she looks down to her plate avoiding his face, he still looks and sounds angry- you used me and left me, you called me clingy and noisy… you treated me like a prostitute- she feels like crying again

-you're not a prostitute

-no but you make me feel like one… I was hoping for us to be together and it made me so angry that you have your girls, like the crew member on the plane- she frowns feeling jealous, she didn't even know why if he haven't treated her right- I wanted to be just you and me, for you to not have affairs or cheat on me… but after last night I don't want you to touch me again- she hugs herself putting some distance between them on the divan

-you're my diamond, I married you

-don't call me that… that's how you called the girl on the plane- she feels angry now, but also so deeply sad- you can cheat on me just don't let anyone see you, everyone already think I'm a failure as a wife I'll never hear the end of it if they know you cheated on me

-they’ll talk about me not you, I'll be the one with other woman- he got close to her trapping her between his body and the cushion

-You don't know what it's like? They're gonna blame me for not being enough for you, for being such a terrible wife that you had to find someone else… everyone is gonna talk about me- Sunghoon looked at her and how her face morph to deeply sadness- they already think I'm so unworthy of you it's just gonna be worse

Sunghoon didn't know what to do because deep down he knows she's right, he takes her chin gently pulling her for a kiss, soft how she likes it remembering that she wanted for him to be more affectionate, he gently wrapped his arms around her hugging all her body feeling her body relax and melt on his arms, when he pulled apart he smiles seeing her more now like she was at the wedding easy going even happy.

-I won't do that again- he smiles seeing her only nod- let's get you ready, I wanna swim with my wife

Sunghoon went to the closet choosing a bikini, red, really small and he could imagine her wearing it or packing it thinking in pleasing him, he helped her to take off the dress to put on the bikini, he tied up the strings on her back, getting on his knees so he can slide up the bottom part, adjusting everything around her body, he kiss her tummy on the bruises he left, looking up at her.

-i'll go change, finish your breakfast okay?- she nodded and Sunghoon left her in the room. She did as he said, eating the rest of her breakfast.

Even if Sunghoon didn't properly apologize she was feeling slightly better with him, she waited for him not sure if she needed to be only in her bikini so she covered with a towel, when he came back Mrs Min was following her.

-you feeling better?- Sunghoon looks directly at her

-yes, just that my legs still hurt a little- she mentioned ashamed

-don't worry we’ll just be by the pool all day nothing to extreme- he gave some items to Mrs Min, including her towel and dress leaving her only in her bikini she tried to cover herself with her hands- let's go my little diamond- she frowns hearing him call her like that again

-don't call me that- she cross her arms on her chest offended

-I forgot okay? C’mon let's go- she didn't move making him roll his eyes- c’mon don't be angry for a tiny mistake

-i'm not a prostitute I'm your wife- she was pouting turning her back on him

-I know I won't call you diamond again… what do you wanna be my pearl? my gold ingot?… you want traditional like honey, sweetheart

-nothing- Sunghoon never did something like this, usually everyone only accepted what he called them being completely at his mercy

-don't be like this with me- she was about to protest when his arms wrapped around her waist and his mouth was giving kisses on her neck, making her feel timid- my love, I told you, you have a dumb husband- she moaned at the pet name and his kisses- you like that?- he caress her body kissing with devotion her shoulders and back- you like being my love?- she nods- then that's what you're, my little love- she relaxed letting him touch her and kiss her moaning when he kiss on a sensitive spot- we should stop, or else I'm gonna undress you and make you all mine again.

He turn her around to kiss her on the lips, not so soft this time, a little hungry, he lifts her wrapping her legs on his waist, she hugs him hiding her face on his neck even giving him a kiss there, he walks with her on his arms until they got to the pool sitting with her on a lounge chair, he fixed her legs so she can straddle him comfortably, he lays down watching her, holding her waist so she cannot move, the maid arrived with drinks leaving them next to them, she feels shy because is kinda intimate the position she is in, his hand reach for the sunblock passing it to her.

-Can you put some on me? Please my love- she blush doing as he says rubbing the sunblock on his chest, neck taking his arms to do the same, then she leaned to put on his face- kiss me- she pecks his lips- that's not a proper kiss you can do better- she leaned giving him a proper kiss this time, she feels him hungry, starting to get hard making her pull apart

-don't wanna do it again, still hurts on my… down there- Sunghoon smiles taking the bottle of sunblock on his arms to start putting some on her

-it's okay, besides we're outside I don't want anyone to see my wife in a way I only can see- he rubs her body completely putting it everywhere, legs, arms, breasts, bottom, her back, pulling her to lay on top of him rubbing her bottom and playing with the strings of the bikini- did you pack this bikini thinking in me?- she nods- what were you thinking when you decided to bring it?

-I thought that you may like how it fits in me… but after seeing your diamond I'm not sure if I look good- she mentioned frowning

-i saw her in a bikini it doesn't compare with you right now

-don't lie to me only to make me feel better

-it's true, she's… you know average girl with plastic surgery, nothing impressive but you my love… -she blush hiding her face on his chest- you have this cute little butt- he squeeze her butt cheeks making her moan- and your tits, those perky nipples are so pretty I like to see you naked and with this I can only imagine you like last night, I see you with your red bikini and it's tempting me to take it off

-don't say things like that someone is gonna hear you

-i can't love my wife out loud?- she didn't know what to say, she just looks around trying to spot a paparazzi to justify why he's saying that he loves her, Sunghoon noticed how she's looking for someone around, getting up walking to the pool, she holds onto him afraid that he can throw her in the water

-i'm not good at swimming- he wrapped his arms tighter on her

-well if you're not good at swimming you'll have to hold onto me all the time- he slowly gets inside the water holding her- gonna keep you here safe with me- the water was below his collar bones and he started to undone the strings of her bikini in the back making her gasp

-what are doing?- she's squirming on his arms- someone can see me naked

-that’s exactly why I'm taking it off so you don't slip from my arms- he smirks- you won't let anyone see what's mine, will you?

-no… but - Sunghoon kiss her to distract her removing completely the top part of her bikini, he threw the garment outside the pool she gasped holding him tighter so he doesn't pull apart to expose her

-i like you clinging to me

-it's not fair… what if I wanna go out? everyone is gonna see me

-i'll take you out

-but if you wanna go out and left me here

-i won't, I won't want to be a part from you when you're looking this good- she was about to talk again when he kissed her making her blush embarrassed- you're worrying too much when it's supposed to be our time to relax is our honeymoon- she frowns it was their honeymoon but only feeling like one when he's in the mood

Y/n was overthinking while Sunghoon was just examining her, he playfully started to kiss her cheeks going down her neck, her arms wrapped on his neck while his hands traveled all over her body, touching and feeling her, slowly she let herself go, enjoying how he seems like a man in love of his wife, she holds him melting on his arms sighing with pleasure Sunghoon seems to know her sensitive spots kissing them making her moan.

-can you let me make you mine again? I'll be gentle this time- she was so drunk on him, that all her body said yes but her mind was saying no

-don't wanna be just another girl- Sunghoon kissed her with devotion

-you're my wife not another girl

-but you have all your girls to spend the night with, don't wanna you to touch me after you had sex with other people- he pulled apart from her looking at her eyes- I don't wanna feel like I did last night ever again… and it hurt a lot, not just that part but later it hurt my heart- she's pouting wanting to cry making Sunghoon mimic her pouting too

-but wasn't my intention to make you feel like that, I didn't knew it was something important for you

-it's because you don't love me, you don't see me as your wife just the contract they made you sign

-no, that's not true

-if they let you choose… would you marry me?- Sunghoon didn't want to lie so he just stayed quiet- would I even be an option?

-would you marry me if the contract didn't exist?

-I would- she said without a doubt, making Sunghoon frown since he didn't expect that- I have been in love with you for a long time now, I was so happy when they told me… since we were at school I dreamed that you'll be the one rescuing me, you did it a lot of times when people uses to bully me… now that we're married I like to believe that you like me back sometimes, but at the end of the day I know you were forced to be with me, I'm okay with that… with you liking me a little everyday, giving me affection and love even if it's fake… I just don't want you to use me again, because it hurts when I realize that you don't love me but it's worse when I know you take advantage of that love I have for you

-I don't know what to say to make you feel better

-you don't have to make me feel better, it's not part of your contract… it's only in mine though… Park Sunghoon would take possession of the inheritance lot assigned to the heiress y/l/n y/n, fulfilling his duties within the company, always being her main provider to cover her needs, ensuring that if he's not longer here she'll have a fulfilling sufficient part of the money to live comfortably for the rest of her life- She recited the part of the contract that talks about his duties as a husband- that's the only part of your contract where they mentioned my name or me in general, the rest it's the company or my parents

-yours must be the same we sign the same thing- she shakes her head as a no

-I'm aware that my parents sold me to save their company I'm just glad at least they sold me to someone good… don't wanna keep talking about it, can you do that again?- she got visibly sad, her eyes reflect all the miserable treatment she's been through

-do what?

-kiss me and call me your love… don't wanna keep thinking in this

-oh my little love is needy of affection, such a clingy wife I have

Sunghoon said but there was no tease on his tone, instead was pity underlaying with sweetness, it did made her feel slightly better hearing that and he did as she asked kissing her neck, her cheeks and her lips, caressing her body like if she's gonna break in any moment, he didn't mention anything related to them or the contract, he even made her laugh a couple times, swimming with her on his arms, by lunchtime the maids started to set the table for them, one of them got close to hand them the top part of her bikini she blush while Sunghoon helped her to put it on going out to sit and eat, they talked a very lighthearted conversation about the things she likes, Sunghoon listened carefully smiling softly at her, she felt so complete in that moment.

She didn't wanted to keep swimming so after eating they just lay down on the lounge chairs, he reapplyed the sunblock on her staying there caressing her hair.

-can I have a nap?

-do you wanna a nap love?- she just humms- wanna go inside?

-no, I'm comfortable here

-then sleep, I'll be here waiting for you to wake up, maybe you'll be up before the sunset and we can walk on the beach

She closed her eyes after receiving the permission from him, sleeping laying on her tummy, once like that he started to call his lawyers to have a copy of both contracts and the clauses for her, they sent it to him almost immediately he compared both contracts spending a lot of time writing and signaling everything that was different for both, even he took his laptop to work on it, using his specks and putting all his attention there, he spent a lot of time doing it not noticing when she woke up.

-are you working today?- he stopped frowning seeing her awake looking at him

-no my love, I'm just reading something, entertaining myself while you were napping- he closed the laptop getting close to her giving her a kiss on the head- do you wanna go for a walk? The beach is really pretty here and we can see the sunset

-i would like to go

Sunghoon helped her to put her dress on top of her bikini, kneeling in front of her to put on her sandals, he slipped his t-shirt taking her hand walking to the beach, hugging her from behind seeing the beautiful place, she was marveled, melting on his arms, enjoying this time.

The rest of the week there was more like what she expected, he didn't mention anything about the contract again, since he only find out that she was taken out of the family business like if she's not a daughter of his family, giving him all the power over her finances and overall life, he didn't dig more on the exclusive clauses for her since his lawyer told him only his mom and his family lawyer had the copy of it. On her side she learned more things about him, Sunghoon is extremely organized, he schedule everything from breakfast to going out, he checked her outfits every single day just to make sure she looks appropriate to be next to him, he even match the color of his clothing to look better together, he wasn't much a talker but a listener, and she was glad to tell him about her dreams of the night, what was her hobbies before getting married, things she noticed on the island, things she learned there too, the current book she's reading; she was happy that it feels cozy and domestic being with him like this, and she felt even better when Sunghoon ignored the crew member on the flight back home paying attention only to her.

-I know you're probably tired but today at night it's the annual charity dinner, it's supposed that we go together- he takes her hand kissing the back of it- it will be the first public appearance as a married couple, but if you're tired I'm not gonna make you go

-it's okay I got to rest a lot on our honeymoon

-i'll ask my assistant for a dress that you can wear and something to eat while they do your hair and makeup

He kissed her cheek making her smile, the rest of the flight they just stayed sitting next to each other reading, he was checking some things of work and she was reading a novel, when they land they parted separate ways so they can both get ready, she was in a salon where they did her makeup and hair, her nails, everything assuring she was perfect for him, his assistant arrived with the dress for her to change, she was nervous on the way to the dinner Sunghoon's assistant was telling her the protocol and schedule for the night, when they arrived Sunghoon was waiting for her at the entrance, holding her hand to go inside, he said hi to everyone there, everyone bowed to him.

-you look stunning my love- he whispered on her ear

-thank you, you have a really good taste choosing my clothes and hair

-it doesn't matter what matters is the model, in this case you

He pulled her inside, taking her hand and guiding her to their table, it was a regular dinner where they talked with everyone who got close to congratulate them, Sunghoon entertained himself by talking with one of his partners about business. She excused herself to go to the bathroom to wash her hands while they served the dinner. From there everything happened so fast, her usual bullies and the ones that talk about her in the most harmful ways were there waiting for her, making fun of her little dress and pointing on how she looks cheap even with the money of her husband, then the wine cold on her skin, her dress ruines and she crying running to hide, her bodyguard followed her informing the others what happened following her, his bodyguards got close to him to tell him about his wife.

-i'm sorry to interrupt Mr Park but Mrs Park was attack by miss Lim and her daughters, she's crying now

Sunghoon frantically got up going to search for her, their bodyguards telling him where to go, he found her in one of the empty ball rooms, crying sitting on the floor her dress ruined and her makeup too, the bodyguard waiting for them outside, Sunghoon kneeled in front of her.

-my love what happened?- he cups his face taking his handkerchief softly wiping her tears

-it was an accident

-don't lie to me, I can't do anything about it if... I know who did it and what she said to you... please tell me what happened- she pouts crying more, hugging him, he cradles her shushing to calm her

-they called me a gold digger, that I'm just a broke bitch and my family sold me like the whore that I am- she looks at Sunghoon with her eyes sparkling with tears he pouts looking at her- they treated me wrong and spilled their drink on me, I promise I didn't do anything to embarass you, they approached me and started to call me ugly names

-my poor wife, I know you're my good girl, you're a good wife too... my assistant is waiting for you with a change of clothes so you're comfortable on the way back, go change I'll wait for you to go, okay?

She nodded, they got up from the floor and she followed his assistant to the bathroom, Sunghoon saw her go, going back to the main dinning room, asking his bodyguards to block the entrance so no one can go out, taking a glass of the champagne and getting up the podium taking the mic.

-good night distinguishes people, as you may know I'm newly wed and this is the first time my wife and I come to one of these important events- y/n arrived to the hall seeing him there- you already know my wife, Park y/n, she's the pretty girl by the door waiting for me to go home- the heads turn to her seeing her sad face making her blush- it's really early and I know there's still a long way into the event, this marvelous event about empathy, charity and to provide selfless help to the ones in need, the Park family is deeply rooted to those values as a person, my wife too that's why we're together, along with so many great qualities as a person it's what made me marry her, I adore my wife I'll kiss the ground where she stepped because is holy to me- he takes a sip of his glass making eye contact with her smiling- whatsoever were leaving early on this important night because some people don't know how to behave, some of the guest here have money but non a bit of class or good taste, that why this distinguish ladies on the front seat, miss Lim, and daughters decided to talk down on my wife and not just that with the decency of a monkey they threw wine in her gorgeous dress, they hurt my love and tried to ridicule her, but as a civilized man I'm gonna do things right, so just wait for my lawyer to pay a visit to you, I'm gonna make sure you end up in the ruin after the lawsuit I'm gonna put against you- he smile devilishly- and this be a warning to all of you, if someone dare to even look down on my wife I'm gonna make sure you go to ruin suffering the consequences

He left going straight to her, she was still astonished when he pulled her to kiss her in front of everyone, he wrapped his arm on her waist and she like always did melted on his arms feeling safe, a sense of peace but overall love grew on her chest making her heart feel warm, Sunghoon pull apart taking her hand and leaving the event. On the ride home he talked with his lawyer to start with the lawsuit against the Lim family, setting the details to also buy a big part of their company, when he ended the call she looks at him.

-why did you do that?

-you're my wife I won't let anyone treat you bad for any reason

-it's gonna be worse for me... I'm their trash bin

He was about to deny her but his phone rings, it was his mom scolding him for what he did.

-I remind you that she is my wife, not just anyone, she is a Park and will be treated as such, good night mother I'm tired, I haven't rest since I came back today, I'll see you next week- he hangs on his mom taking her hand to kiss it- go directly to shower I'll be in your room for my goodnight kiss okay? I'll go shower too

She just nodded, when they arrived she was escorted by maids, since it was the first time she was there on her new house, in her room all her things from the house she used to live with her parents were already there, her clothes, her makeup, books, her electronic devices, the maid told her where is her closet the bathroom, the brand new products for her to use, she thanked her before she was alone, she took her time showering when she went out Sunghoon was on her closet picking up her pajamas, he didn't have to tell her since is something he does every morning and night, choose her clothes and check her while she gets dressed, even if she was getting used to him seeing her naked all the time, today it felt different, maybe because he did the same as when they were at school, he defended her from those who hurt her, like that her heart felt more love for him, Sunghoon didn't talk much when he was about to sleep, pulling her for a kiss when she finished getting dress pushing her to bed and hovering over her she responded to his kisses, he pulled apart before it was too much and he couldn't stop himself, he got comfortable next to her holding her on his arms.

-now tell me... How's that you're a trash bin?- she looks at his chest only playing with the fabric of his pajama- who told you that?

-no one... It's just the truth

-how?

-i'm not someone important, I'm just the girl that exists in the background, nobody notice if I'm there or not, only when they want to throw their shit on me, I'm used already everyone always told me I was a beggar because my family didn't have as much money as others, since they know I was gonna marry you they haven't stopped calling me a gold digger, everyone thinks I don't deserve to even breath near you... the wedding day everyone talked about how bad I looked in my dress- she's tearing up- I have always been too ugly, too skinny, no curves, no grace, nothing special... boring and dumb, that's how the ladies at the club call me that's why I stopped going, my parents told me people asked about me sometimes but I'm sure it was only to have someone to talk about... also it's not the first time it's physical, one time at the tennis court they hit me with a racket and throw the balls at me, they cut my hair badly at the salon because Mrs Lim was there and payed for that... the scar on my forearm was because they locked me in the gardeners warehouse and the grass shears fall on me cutting me

-why did you never stop them?

-my family is not that powerful they have more money than us it wasn't an option, I could only accept it, besides nobody believed me when I told them... I'm their trash bin since I'm like six, they used to hit me at school too

-my love- he kissed her softly- never again I'm gonna let something like that happen to you, no one would ever do something to hurt you, like I told my mom you're a Park now and you'll be treated as such- he pecks her lips getting comfortable with her in bed- now sleep

-are you gonna stay with me?

-yes, unless you want me to go to my room

-no, I like you here, I don't wanna feel disposable tonight... Is it too much if I ask to be held all night?

-not at all my love- he pulled her to his chest holding her to sleep together.

It was the first time they shared a bed, but most important, the first time he ever shared a bed with anyone, it felt different, magical even, the feeling of her warmth her body visibly smaller than him, how she snuggled on his arms finding the best position to sleep, it didn't felt suffocating like all the times girls asked him to stay with them, it feels right like if he's meant to be there.

In the morning she woke up, the weight of his arm around her waist was the first thing she noticed, they did sleep together, she heard the maids talking outside her room.

-mr Park is not in his room, what do I do? He made clear the morning routine, the breakfast is on the making, nobody knows where he is, the bodyguards said he hasn't left the house but I searched on his office he's not there

-maybe Mrs Park knows where to find him- the subtle knock on the door and then the slight gap- Mrs Park are you awake? Can I come in?

-yes- her voice was tiny and she felt nervous that they will see her sleeping with him- good morning- she said first seeing the maid astonished looking at the sleeping figure of Sunghoon holding her

-good morning Mrs Park, sorry we didn't know Mr Park was here still sleeping... he asked for your breakfast to be ready by 8, it's almost done

-oh, would you be so kind to bring everything here please?

-no problem the table hasn't been set, we'll bring everything here

-thank you- she smiles from her spot in bed, seeing the maid leave happily

She heard how the maids whispered about Mr Park sharing a bed, one of the maids asking if he was naked, she blushed because apparently it was something big to find them together, it wasn't a long time when everyone was back in the room setting a table and chairs there for them to eat, she moved him a little while he stirred awake.

-breakfast is ready- he just growled holding her tighter- is gonna be cold if you don't wake up, also I'm hungry

-i'm hungry too but hungry for you, wanna eat you- he said in his morning voice finally looking at her, red in embarrassment, he smiles and kiss her hungrily, she pushed him

-behave a little- the maids were trying their best to not look at them doing their work- don't say stuff like that

-why not? You get shy?

-yes because everyone can hear you and see you- Sunghoon finally looked around the room finding the service putting on the table

-good morning Mr Park, breakfast is ready Mrs Park changed it to her room, call us if you need anything- they bowed and leave running

-why didn't you tell me I had public?

-because you didn't let me, and besides you never say things like that just today

-it's because I dreamed about you, it was a nice dream with you making me feel good- he sits with her kissing her cheek- good morning love, now let's go eat before it gets harder to leave bed

They shared this peaceful morning until it was time for him to go get ready, he kissed her goodbye while leaving.

-i'll be here for dinner okay? Can you wait for me till then?- he kissed her at the door

-yes, have a nice day… -she saw him go, a little doubtful and still unsure she said the words she wanted to say to him out loud- I love you - Sunghoon listened before getting on his car, surprised he looks at her blowing her a kiss

She giggled, even if he didn't reply he did something affectionate, she went inside again, getting ready on the outfit he choose for her, she was just on her room spending most of the day there until the maids called for her.

-mrs Park, Mrs Park your mother in law is waiting for you downstairs

She sighed knowing exactly why she's there, she just went not asking questions or talking at all, her mother in law was talking but she didn't pay much attention getting in the car to the doctor.

Sunghoon was at his office solving some things related to her inheritance and how he's supposed to manage her part of the business that legally belongs to him only, he was deeply in thought when his assistant came in.

-mr Park, your lawyer send this document, about your wife's prenuptial arrangement- he looked up from his specks, taking the document- also doctor Lee send this bill related to your wife's surgery consultation

-a surgery? Put doctor Lee on line with me and ask in my house when and with who she left to the doctor?

-yes Mr Park

To say that Sunghoon was furious was so little compared to what he was actually feeling, he talked to the driver that was with her wife and mother to immediately come to his office, he read all over the prenuptial agreement along with his lawyer, when they arrived his mother directly went to kiss his cheek.

-you look good, it was good for you to go on vacation- she sits in front of him on his desk, y/n was still standing behind her not talking at all

-i wasn't on vacation only, was my honeymoon- his mother scoffed

-sure baby, you did a good job making the paparazzi believe that you are a real couple… you go get me a glass of water- her mother in law asked her, she was about to do as she said

-my love come here- Sunghoon extended his hand and she immediately obeyed- he pulled her to sit on his lap kissing her cheek- did you not miss me?

-i did, a lot- her voice was tiny

-why didn't you kissed me hello then?- she pecks his lips making him smile- did you have a nice day?- she nods- are you sure? There wasn't anything you didn't want?- she looks unsure and with fear to her mother in law

-i'm sure it was nice I read a lot today

-why didn't you tell me you wanted breasts implants?

-i probably forgot to mention- she looks down, avoiding his eyes, Sunghoon cradle her like a baby

-I see, so this prenup has nothing to do with it… let's see, point number two body image, subsection b, to accomplish a suitable look to be at the same level as Park Sunghoon the interested will have to undergo all the surgeries that the doctor, choose by Park Ayun, my mother, suggest… the surgeries must be in benefit of the interest of Sunghoon to achive the perfect look for him… anything to say love?

-i want them, all the surgeries so you can like me- she closed her eyes hiding her face on his chest

-i see, haven't you thought that I already like your body?- she looks up at him with hopeful eyes

-please baby don't say non sense

-i wasn't talking to you mother, I'm discussing this ridiculous arrangement my wife was involved without me knowing, what's worse is that this stupid thing mentions me like if it was something I asked

-I know what's better for you

-yeah so let's see… point eleven obedience, subsection a, the interested is obliged to comply with the orders that any member of the Park family can ask for, from housework or personal task and she must accomplish every single one of them with a smile and good attitude since now she's part of a bloodline that will dignify her as a person… what type of bullshit is that? She's my wife not a maid, and even if it was for my service I would never ask for something so stupid like that

-you have to understand that we did a favor buying her and her miserable family business

- enough, we didn't buy her, certainly, she's my wife not an object

-baby we basically picked her up because of that

-no you thought you did, but I chose to marry her, because I like how she is as a person, I don't give a fuck if I gain a company, if I want I can sell it to her dad again

-watch your language I'm your mother

-looks like you're just a stranger, especially because you made this thing without asking me… how can we undone this?-he asked his lawyer who fixed his glasses

-well since is an prenuptial arrangement in which only one of the parts was aware of it can easily be resolved as inadmissible due to lack of mutual agreement, also, since it affects the interests of Mr. and Mrs. Park, who are my clients, I can proceed for perjury with aggravating circumstances to mental and physical health

-you won't sue me baby, I'm your mother

-try me and you'll see

- I don't recognize you Sunghoon, I'm so disappointed of you, your father will know why you did to me

-please escort my mother out- his personal assistant did as he said- now why didn't you tell me about it?- he looks down at y/n snuggle on his chest

-I did… when I told you when we had our first night together, they made me do a clinic exam to check I was virgin, I did it twice first when they wrote this and the day before the wedding

-yeah you told me that but not all the horrible things you sign up for, extreme diet, surgeries, obedience, all of that… listen it's true that I like orden and control but not like that, I will make sure you have a proper diet but based in yummy things just like the ones I ask the cookers to make for us, I'll take you to the doctor if you need it and for regular check ups just like I do for myself… and the thing about your image and me controlling how you look is just because I don't want people to talk about it or look down on you ever again, not because I think you are below me

-thank you- she pecks his lips- for being good with me

-it was true what I said, I didn't buy a wife if it was someone else, I would never ever have agreed to get married, I do like to be with you since school… I think you're really pretty and cute, smart too, you're kind and sweet- she wraps her arms on his neck and he helped her to straddle him

-that means you can fall in love with me? Do I have a chance?- she looks at him with her sparkly eyes

-a big chance- he smiles making her squeak leaning to kiss him, passionately

-i can wait for that to happen, I'm gonna be a super really good wife so you love me back

-you're already a good wife- he caress her bottom giving her gentle pats on it- can we have our marital duties back?

-i still don't want you to touch me after your other girls- she pouts at him

-I'm ending my contract with them… just so you know it's only the one of the plane I don't have more or a lot… I won't see her again, I'm asking people to respect my wife and it would be hypocritical of me to not do the same- she smiles kissing him again

-can you be soft with me? I didn't like it rough, and I want aftercare like kisses or just you staying with me…

-I promise, I'll be better, I'm sorry for being an asshole with you when we first got together… I just don't know how to be committed, I never had anything like a relationship I was free to do anything and when girls asked me to commit I just left

-it hurt a lot when you to left me like that after you took my virginity

-i'm sorry my love, I'll be good for you- he dips his face on her neck kissing her there unbuttoning her blouse- you still wear this lingerie? I think I like this so that's something we'll be keeping- he kiss down her chest- it's appealing to me- he kissed her nipples sucking it even with the fabric there

-what if someone comes in?- her voice sounds more like a moan

-i'll fire them

-but that's cruel… we can just go to our house, I don't wanna our first real time together to be in your desk

-that's a better idea- he smiles while closing her blouse again getting up with her in his arms- let's go my love… do you want me to ask everyone to move your things to my bedroom? We can share and sleep together every night

-i would love too

Sunghoon left his office telling his assistant to cancel everything left for the day, to not call him until he's back at the office next day, he got into his car not taking his hands off her, touching every inch, kissing her with desperation, in the house was the same he asked to no one be allowed inside his room unless he called for them, he left her softly in bed.

-now my love undress- he smiles seeing her happily removing her garments.

This time he took his time with her making sure she was enjoying every second of it, rubbing her clit and kissing her, swallowing her moans, he made sure she was wet and when he pushed inside he just stayed there waiting for her to get used to the stretch.

-are you feeling alright love?- she just nods- I need words

-yes… Can you do that thing on my clit? Feels good- Sunghoon rub gentle circles on her sensitive bud, hearing her moan and clench around him- move please

He started softly, dragging his length in and out, he leaned to suck on her nipples making her scream in pleasure this time, everything was completely different she was feeling like it's the right thing, not like she was forced to, gradually he thrust inside her faster and harder, kissing every inch of skin he could reach leaving marks just that this time it didn't hurt her it made her feel really good.

-i feel like I'm gonna pee- he chuckled seeing her red of embarrassment

-let it go it will feel good- she squeeze his biceps holding as much as she can- it's not pee, cum my love let go you're gonna feel good

She did all her body spam, the feeling washing over her she moaned loud he didn't stopped chasing his own release, she clenched harder around him the sensations flooding her body, he grunt cumming inside her, leaning to kiss her riding their orgasm.

-was it good my love?- he smiles seeing her nod

-i like it so much how it felt- he was still settled deep inside her kissing her cheeks

-i'm glad you like it because now I'm not gonna leave you until you can't anymore- he started to move again not so soft like the first round

-feels funny… I feel really tingly here- she signaled her lower abdomen

-it's your body telling you that it wants more, but no worries I got you love- he smiles devilishly before increasing his pace.

She moaned, screamed and scratched him. Sunghoon put her in every possible position, making her cum so many times she lost count, a white ring already formed around his length and that squelching sound echoing in his room. Her last orgasm surprised them, she squirts without a warning making her red in embarrassment.

-I'm sorry… I didn't knew- but Sunghoon only felt proud on his chest- I didn't knew I can do that- she screamed feeling him thrust harder cumming inside her, she was already crying

-fuck that's the hottest thing I've ever seen, you think you can do it again?- he looks at her, cheeks covered in tears- what happened love? You didn't like it?

-no… I just…- she wipes her tears- I just felt really good it made me cry- he smiles leaning to kiss her, really messy starting to move again, she whimpers making him frown- no more please… I can't… it hurts

-i'm sorry- he cups her face giving her soft kisses and wiping her tears- gonna pull out okay?- he carefully pulled out seeing her spend pussy glistening with her arousal and his cum dripping out of her- fuck… you look so hot my love… gonna clean you okay?

He got up from bed, going into the bathroom taking a wet cloth, he first wipes himself putting on his pajama pants only, going out to her, he softly wipes her cleaning her crotch, she was feeling relaxed and so tired, her eyes barely open, he wipes all over her body giving her kisses in all the marks and hickeys he left.

-wanna a nap please- her voice sounds so tired but happy

-then sleep, I'll be here waiting for when you wake up- he makes sure she's laying comfortably, she's snuggling in a pillow hugging it, he kneels besides bed kissing her nose- sweet dreams love

She fell asleep almost immediately, he covered her with a blanket, leaving momentarily to ask for her things to be move into his room, tomorrow while he works, he asked for the dinner too and to bring her snacks for when she wakes up, he stayed there on his room working in something on his laptop trying to be really quiet he was like that for almost an hour.

-thank you, can you make some more for when Mrs Park wakes up?- Sunghoon was holding his cup of tea while one of his maids was serving him the last drop in the little pot

-of course, would you like me to bring cookies or pastries too?

-that would be so nice, the list says she likes strawberry flavored cake

-with ice cream- her sleepy voice made them look at her

-you heard her, strawberry cake with ice cream please

-right away- their maid smiles at them loving how affectionate they're, going immediately for what she asked

-did you rest well, my love?- Sunghoon just got up opening his arms, she got up quickly running with trembling legs to hug him

-really well… I'm still feeling like jelly-he kiss her forehead wrapping his arms around her- and my pussy hurts

-ow my love is all sore… I'm sorry I think I may just made my way for all those days you denied me- he kiss her touching her still naked body

-i think I should put on clothes before someone else sees me like this

-maybe…- Sunghoon started to kiss her neck pulling her body to his- maybe I don't want to put clothes on you- touching her all over

-no more please…- She gives little sighs of pleasure- I'm still too tired to do it again- he pulled apart

-only because your snack is about to come- he goes to his closet and takes an oversized t shirt coming back to put it on her frame sitting back on his chair taking his tea and offering her a sip- is it good?- she nods, blowing on his cup to sip it again

-May I come in?- the soft gentle voice of the maid resonate on the room

-yes- her tiny voice still sounds a little sleepy, the maid came in leaving her dessert there and pouring some tea on a cup- thank you

They were left alone again and she contently eats a little of her cake, doing a little dance of happiness, giving him a little too, enjoying the proximity and how intimate they got, not just passionate sex but this, moments covered with a certain sweetness that neither one of them thought possible at the beginning.

Maybe Sunghoon didn't love her yet but she felt close to that feeling, to have him for eternity because he would want that not because of a piece of paper. Maybe y/n loved him too much that he had a new sense of comfort with her, it wasn't power over her, it was different, something he couldn't name yet, but at least the feeling made him want to stay like this, like if after all this was the right and only thing to do.

Fin.

I hope you like this, it's my longest fic and finally my bias, I have a lot of ideas for him but idk I'm not sure if y'all would like it.

So this may be new but if you have an idea I would love to hear it, my ask box is open, not sure if I would call request open but I'll try my best to write if you want.

[litomilo]

miss you

billie eilish x reader ⭐

context: just listen to miss you by conan gray!

warnings: angst but happy ending ig, use of y/n, not proof read, im pretty sure i didn't use any pronoun other than "you" to refer to the reader idk

a/n: i wrote this thinking about one of my college classes, one of my teachers said that hate is not the opposite of love, but rather the closest feeling to it that can be found and damn she's so right 💔

You thought you weren't made for love. You weren't made to love or be loved, and maybe you didn't even deserve it. After a few relations and situationships you started thinking that you were a difficult person to deal with. You didn't want to bother whoever ended up falling in love with you — since that was what always happened. So you just pushed them away.

You constantly thought about the strange monotony that love began to reveal in your life. Always the same, but in the end, only one thing changed: if you wasn't hurt, you were the one who hurt someone, consequently hurting yourself as well.

Hurt by unrequited love, by harsh words, maybe by abandonment, or even by the melancholy caused by remembering important memories and unfulfilled promises... Or hurt by guilt, regret, remorse, anguish and so many other feelings caused by having hurt someone, even if it was necessary or what you thought was the best thing to do.

When you meet Billie you felt it all again. You felt happy, special, loved, but then all the possible good things you felt got blurred and momentarily forgotten 'cause of the paranoid.

I'm so hard to deal with, she won't stay.

That's what you always told yourself. But if you leave first it won't hurt that much, right?

After ghosting her for about three days you had several lost calls in your call logs and texts in all the apps possible.

"y/n?"

"did i do something? why don't you answer?"

"look idk what happened but i'm sorry"

"talk to me pls"

You gave her a week, maybe two, to give up and stop texting you. That's what always happens, One day they always disappear and you move on with your life.

You were surprised, what always happened didn't happen. She insisted, kept texting you almost daily for a whole month, sometimes she even knocked on your door, you never answered. She slipped two or three letters through your door.

"hi, it's me, billie, again.

i know you don't want to see me anymore, but i wanna know why, can we PLEASE talk about it? i can't bear the thought of possible have hurt you, that's killing me.

i'm so sorry, please let's talk, just to sort things out, i promise you'll never see me again if that's what you really wants.

i love you so much, i'm missing you, y/n/n."

Fuck.

You couldn't move on. She wouldn't let you do that, or maybe you just loved her too much to let go. That's exactly why you didn't block her at all and spent nights conflicted about calling her, but you didn't want to face reality.

In that one month that passed you couldn't talk to anyone else, you wanted to prove to yourself that you had overcome it, you didn't need her, but how do you do that when no one captivates you or calls your attention, not even for a simple hookup.

"I don't know why... why don't she just fucking give up?" you ask your best friend, in tears, through the phone. they keep quiet for a few seconds, then sigh.

"Maybe it's because she loves you?" they say as if it was already obvious, and it actually was "I think it's pretty clear at this point that she's not like the others, and you still keep pushing her away... You're not only hurting yourself, you're hurting her too, y'know?" you don't say anything, just sob and sniff, then they continue "Call her, you should talk and try to explain yourself, y/n, i keep telling you that pushing people away just 'cause you're starting to get attached is not nice and, as your best friend, i need to tell you that this time you've really messed up".

You didn't want to give in, you were too proud for that, but in one of those nights you just senseless called her, and she picked up.

"Y/n??" you hear her soft voice on the other side of the line, she sounds so worried, she was so worried "Hey, love, are you there?" and that was all it takes for you to break down.

"Come over, please" that's all you could say between sobs.

"Fine, i'm on my way, okay?" you just nod, even tho she couldn't see it.

She stayed on the line all the way, trying to calm you down until she parked in front of your house. You hang up the call and gone to the front foor as soon as you heard her car. When she was about to knock on the door, you opened it, immediately hugging her.

You hear a soft gasp leave her lips, but she hugs you back, her hands finding your hair, stroking it soothingly while guiding you inside and closing the door with her foot.

"I'm sorry" you whisper with your face buried in her hoodie "I shouldn't have pushed you away, but I was so scared"

"Scared? Of what?" she asks confused, her right hand holding your chin gently to make you look up at her.

"Of loving you and I thought you were going to end up leaving me so I just left first" you say feeling her thumb wipe the tears away from your face.

"I would never leave you, i love you, y/n" Billie said kissing your forehead and sitting you on the couch with her "have you pushing me away broke my heart".

"I never meant to, I just... I didn't knew how to cope with everything I was feeling, I thought that pushing you away would be the best but I spent all these past weeks only wanting you" you say resting your head on her shoulder "I'm so sorry, I miss you" she looks at you, her heart clenching at the sigh of your teary eyes.

"Shh, it's fine... It's okay" she whispers pulling you closer against her chest "y'know i missed you too".

[stevesgother]

i adore chalkboard hearts! could i see steve and reader explaining to abby shes gunna be a big sister 🥰

here is this for you darling <3 thank you so much for reading steve harrington x fem!reader

"Mommy?" Abbey asks as she mindlessly roots through the bathroom drawers, looking for nothing in particular, "What is this thing?"

You barely spare a glance from where you're applying your makeup in the mirror above the sink. Ever since the wedding, Abbey has made it her life's mission to never not be right next to you. 'Misdirected jealousy', your mom had told you. It didn't matter what you were doing: cooking dinner, folding laundry-- bathing, for Christ's sake-- Abbey would be there.

That's why you don't register that your daughter is holding your clean, but used nonetheless, pregnancy test. But Steve does, when he pokes his head around the door to check in on the two of you.

"Hey, you almost--oh-- Abbey don't touch that!" He says, all in one panicked breath.

You finally chance a look at what she's holding, immediately understanding Steve's reaction. Without another thought, you quickly snatch it from her innocent hands.

Abbey's still looking up at you inquisitively. She did ask you a question, after all.

"Oh, this? This is-- uhm, it's a, uhm--"

"It's a thermometer!" Steve saves.

"Then why can't I touch it?" She pushes further. You should've known better than to think she would drop it that easily.

"Steve checked my temperature with it a couple of weeks ago, so now it has all my sick germs on it." Both you and Steve make sour faces to really sell it, though you can't see his from where he's perched behind you.

"Hey, Ab," Steve prompts, "I have something really important I need your help with,"

Her ears perk instantly, "Yeah?"

"I need you to go into the kitchen and get some things out to make sandwiches while I talk to your mom, do you think you can do that for me?"

"Uh-huh!" She beams, Steve's request appealing to her newfound craving for independence.

"I don't know," Steve lilts playfully, "You sure you're up for it?"

You're forever in awe at how he manages to make the most mundane tasks feel like an impossible mission; how he turns everything into a game. You'd kill to be a fly on the wall of his classroom all day, content to watch him perfectly in his element.

"Yes! I am!" Abbey giggles as she tries to weasel by Steve where he stands blocking the doorway. He lets her think she overpowered him when his legs finally give way to her freedom from the bathroom.

Steve takes one more glance over his shoulder, "We need to tell her," he says in a hushed sort of tone.

"I know," you pinch the bridge of your nose, "It's just, what if--"

"Nothing's going to happen, sweetheart." He reassures you with two strong arms wrapped around your waist, "The doctor said the ultrasound looked great, and you're not a high-risk pregnancy. You said you had no complications with Abbey, right?"

"Right, but--"

"No 'but's I'm not gonna let anything happen to you-- either of you. You know that." Steve guides your head to nestle in the crook of his neck, enough so that you can't see that he's scared, too.

"She's going to find out eventually," he reminds you.

"You're right," you sigh.

"Per usual." You pinch his side in retaliation, making him yelp.

"Let's have lunch, then we'll tell her?" You ask, lifting you head from the safety of his chest.

"If that's what you want to do, then that's what we'll do.

--

You don't work up the courage to speak until Abbey's halfway through her PB&J, but Steve picks up the slack for you. He's perfect like that.

"Abbey, babe-- there's something Steve and I want to talk to you about," you tell her, trying to keep your tone lighthearted, but your voice still wobbles slightly with nerves.

Both of them turn to face you then, Abbey's mouth full and Steve sending you a look that says You've got it, I'm here.

God, you don't even know where to begin.

"Do you remember-- right before we had that big party where mommy and Steve got married-- when I got sick during dinner time?"

Abbey nods, idly licking jelly off of her tiny fingers; waiting for you to continue.

"Well... I thought it was just because Steve's burgers tasted yucky--" She giggles and Steve lightly kicks your foot under the table, "Really, it was because I have a baby in my belly, and the baby was making me feel sick."

You can practically see the gears turning in her head; she's certainly old enough to understand what it means to be pregnant, but maybe not quite the logistics of it yet.

Both you and Steve wait with bated breaths to see how she'll react. You're bracing for the worst, but all she asks is, "Is the baby still in there now?"

You have to stifle a laugh, not wanting her to feel silly for asking questions, "Yes, it is. That means you're gonna have a little brother or sister,"

She takes another bite of her sandwich, mostly indifferent. You don't know what you were expecting, but this nonchalance was probably the last thing.

Steve decides to take the reins for a moment, hoping to coax a little more of a reaction out of her, "How does that sound?" He asks, shaking her shoulders playfully.

"Good, but-- will we still be able to go to the park?"

Maybe you had been totally overthinking this, "Of course," you tell her, "And the baby can come, too!"

"Does the baby have to come?" She asks, just the slightest bit of whine in her tone, resting her tired head in the propped-up palm of her hand.

"Not always," Steve chimes in, "You'll still get plenty of time with us without the baby, too. We don't want you to worry about that, okay?"

She nods, "Okay," sipping her chocolate milk casually from its straw. "Can we go play on the swings after I'm done?"

"Uhm, yeah, I think we can manage that," Steve smiles at Abbey first but looks to you like 'That's it?'. You only shrug in response.

--

"Did we totally butcher that?" You ask Steve later that night from where you lay waiting for him in your shared bed.

He answers you with his toothbrush hanging haphazardly out of his mouth; making eye contact through the bathroom mirror, "No, honey-- I think kids are just like that sometimes."

You groan, "I feel like a bad mom..."

"Hey," he spits into the sink, wiping his mouth on the nearest hand towel, "None of that, okay? You're a fantastic mom."

Even from across the room, Steve can sense your slurry of racing thoughts. Ones of insecurity and worry for the future of your family-- of your daughter, whom you'd swore would always be your greatest priority.

He makes his way to the edge of the bed where you're curled in on yourself, "It's not just you anymore, love," his hands brush a stray tear you hadn't even realized has fallen.

"What if she feels like-- I don't know, what if she feels like I'm replacing her?"

"Listen to me, I promise you-- Abbey is never going to question whether or not you love her." Steve's hand moves from your face to land gently on your belly, "And neither will she,"

You breathe a teary chuckle, "You seem awfully convinced it's a girl,"

"Yeah, well-- call it father's intuition."

Hearing him refer to himself as a father sends butterflies erupting in your belly, "Thank you, Stevie."

"Hey, I'm serious. Everything's gonna work itself out, alright? Ab just needs a little time to warm up." You nod in agreement, "I'm tellin' ya, once we start getting those cute little baby pajama things-- she's gonna be pumped."

You laugh at his unsuccessful search for the word 'onesie', but you don't correct him. You know he's right, and even if he's not, you're sure now more than ever that there's not a thing in this world you can't conquer together.

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[lixiesfreckless]

I AM MONTHS LATE TO REVIEW THIS BUT ANYTHING WORTH DOING IS WORTH DOING POORLY SO HERE'S MY (totally unbiased and objectively correct) OPINION ON THIS SERIES(spoilers ahead):

oooooooh this right here? peak fanfiction. dare I say hardly fiction at all, if you know what I mean.

lowkey I need everyone that is even a LITTLE bit into stan culture or fandom culture to sit down and read this like, yesterday.

there are things in this fic that had me questioning whether the author had previously been an idol. or knew someone who worked in the industry. I know fanfiction is inherently, well, fiction, but I wholeheartedly believe that this story has happened several times in real life. this isn't just a story that the author decided to tell, I genuinely think this is an untold story for many idols that we love, and to me that makes them so much more human.

I think as a collective we kpop stans tend to forget that the people that make the music we like aren't perfect. aren't any different from the consumer, have hopes and dreams that might not have anything to do with their current job and I think the industry AND the viewers need to hold ourselves accountable for the pedestals we trap these people on. it's honestly not fair and inhumane a lot of the time too.

and I think this story does a damn near perfect job of portraying that. seeing the behind the scenes of what goes on behind every instagram post, every hate comment, every curated article and pointed photo, all of it. at the end of the day kpop idols are real people that are just trying to get by. and they fall in love and make mistakes and say things they don't mean when their emotions cloud their judgement.

I originally wanted this review to be more about me screaming about how sunwoo could break my jaw with his [redacted] and I would tell him thank you, and I still feel that way, but I think this fic highlights something more important that I think all kpop fans need to understand.

everything we see in kpop is almost always severely reviewed and edited and perfectly crafted so that we, the consumer, will either like it, or hate it. we do not know these people, we only know as much as they are allowed to show us, and until they're no longer under a contract we need to stop pretending that we do.

honestly the scene where they were planning to ruin sunwoo's career just because they thought they would financially recover from that thanks to mvne's success BROKE me. it makes me wonder how many under the table transactions have happened in the past to guarantee something else stays afloat. quite literally had me rethinking every scandal we saw and bought into ever since I got into kpop in 2019.

and that kind of eye opening writing, as fun, and spicy, and heartwarming, and funny as it is and can be, needs to be read by everyone.

you know how in the movie ratatouille Ego shows up to Gusteau's and when it's time to order, he asks the waiter for some "perspective?"

that is this fic. I ordered some sunwoo shenanigans and got a plate of decadent, heart wrenching, pearl-clutching, jaw dropping perspective. and all I have left to say is damn. I wish I could read it for the first time again.

thank you melty, for this masterpiece. I'll recommend it to every deobi that dares to ask for recs <3

❥between two breaths (m)

↳ Navigating the realm of transitioning from fan-turned-trainee is difficult enough for you, but only half as difficult as the challenge of navigating the fact that your relationship with Sunwoo has long since moved beyond fan-and-idol to a very secret friendship.

And worse than that, is the way that your forced proximity is going to continue to evolve, and your long held decision to never take things a step further will truly be put to the test. Perhaps at the cost of both of your careers.

kim sunwoo x fem!reader (side lee juyeon x reader) — idol!sunwoo, fan/trainee!reader. forced proximity, forbidden love, friends to lovers, angst, slow burn, idolverse-typical themes regarding; dating, image, public perception, etc. happy ending, plot-heavy!! reader thinks she's nonchalant about it but she rly isn't. smut. [105k wc COMPLETE] cws: heavy themes of wanting-but-can't-having, mild jealousy, explicit sexual content, a little alcohol consumption, dancing on the edge of career suicide, poor decision making because of The Wanting.

𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵 + authors notes

note from the author: for narrative purposes, company details have been altered from reality. additionally, though this work is meant to include certain aspects of idol and trainee life, details pertaining to weight management and diet culture have been mostly if not wholly omitted on account of the fact that i do not like them and i think they're bad <3. all characters in this work should be assumed to be aged 20 and above.

𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕖: 𝕡𝕣𝕖-𝕕𝕖𝕓𝕦𝕥

𝚘𝚗𝚎 | 𝚝𝚠𝚘 | 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 | 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛

𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕥𝕨𝕠: 𝕕𝕖𝕓𝕦𝕥

𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 | 𝚜𝚒𝚡 | 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 | 𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 | 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎 | 𝚝𝚎𝚗

𝕒𝕔𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖: 𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕚𝕖

𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 | 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎 | 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 | 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 | 𝚏𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 | 𝚜𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 | 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

[eclipsedechoesofmywords]

For Joaquin maybe like a mr used to be a player x miss/mr/mx (and other non gender specific titles) never had a bf and its them navigating the relationship cuz readers going to be all niave and unsure and hes just going to be a know it all reassurance king. (If any of that makes sense 😭)

"Who He Was"

[Joaquin Torres x gn!reader]

Masterlist

Summary: Navigating your first relationship was daunting enough without his history, but Joaquin was determined to prove his heart belonged to you, one patient, achingly sincere moment at a time.

Warnings: Fluff, light angst (reader's insecurities), past relationship mentions.

Word Count: 762 words

"What’s going on in that mind of yours?"  

Joaquin's voice was a soft, warm rumble that cut through the silence on his couch. You froze, the half-eaten slice of pizza in your hand suddenly feeling like a lead weight. His thumb brushed over your knuckles, and you realised you'd been picking at the crust for five minutes straight. Again.  

"Nothing," you mumbled, eyes fixed on the TV where some action movie exploded soundlessly. You had begged to watch it, yet you hadn't absorbed a single scene.  

"C'mon." He tugged gently at your wrist until you were facing him. His dark eyes were too perceptive, too kind, and it made your throat tighten. "You've been quiet all night. Did I do something?"

"No!" The word came out too fast, too sharp. You winced. "No, you didn't. It's just… me."  

He hummed skeptical, and shifted closer. The scent of his cologne—something woodsy and unfairly calming—wrapped around you. "You were thinking about the thing Sam said earlier, weren't you?"  

 "Damn, Joaquin, when'd you turn into such a sap? Last year, you'd have bolted the second someone mentioned labels."   

Sam's teasing comment at dinner had been harmless, but it had lodged itself in your chest. Joaquin just laughed it off, his arm slung casually over your shoulders. But you spent the rest of the night wondering about his words.

"I mean…  did you? Bolt, I mean. When people wanted… more."  

He sighed, not annoyed but tired, like he'd been waiting for this conversation. "Yeah. I did. A lot." His free hand tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his touch lingering. "But that isn’t who I am anymore. With you."  

"But why?" The question slipped out, raw and shaky. "You could've had anyone. And I'm just… I don't know how to do any of this. I've never even—"  

"Hey." His voice was firm, cutting off your spiral. "Look at me." Reluctantly, you met his gaze. "You think I don't know that? That you are… new to this?" A faint smirk tugged at his lips. "You forgot I've known you since day one. You tripped over your own feet trying to ask me out for coffee."  

"I stumbled," you muttered, face heating. "There was a curb—"  

"And you turned soo red when I said yes." His smirk softened into something tender. "That's when I knew, okay? All those people before—it was just noise. Distraction. But you? You're real. You don't play games."  

Your chest ached. "But what if I mess up? What if I'm… boring? Or too clingy? Or—"  

Joaquin snorted. "You think I'll let you get away for being clingy? Please. I'll thrive." He leaned in until his forehead rested against yours. "And 'boring'? You once spent twenty minutes explaining which toppings belonged on pizza. You are the least boring person I've ever met."  

A laugh hiccuped out of you, despite yourself. "That was a debate, not an explanation—"  

"Semantics." His nose brushed yours playfully. "Point is, I’m not going anywhere. Unless you want me to. Then I'd have to stand dramatically in the rain until you took me back."  

"You're ridiculous."  

"But you’re smiling."  

You were. Against all odds, your cheeks hurt with it. Joaquin grinned, triumphant, before pressing a lingering kiss to your temple. "I'm serious, though. Ask me anything. Right now."  

You hesitated. "…How many other people have you said this stuff to?"  

"None." No pause. No flinch. "I've never brought someone to Sam's dinners. Never let them steal my clothes." He plucked at the sleeve of his sweatshirt, the one you were drowning in. "Never wanted to."  

Your breath caught. "Oh."  

"Yeah. Oh." He rolled his eyes, but there was no bite. "You're stuck with me, okay? That other Joaquin is dead. Bury him."  

This time, your laugh was louder, brighter. Joaquin's answering smile was blinding, and the knot in your chest unravelled for the first time all night.  

Later, he paused when he walked you to your door. "Wait. I almost forgot." Reaching into his jacket, he pulled out a crumpled receipt and a pen, scribbling something before pressing it into your hand.  

 One dramatic rain scene. Redeemable anytime.

You snorted. "You are such a dork."  

"Well, I'm your dork," he corrected, kissing you until the world narrowed to the warmth of his lips and the steady grip of his hands on your waist.  

(And if you taped the note to your fridge later, well. That was between you and the magnet collection he was slowly building for you, one stupid souvenir at a time.)  

[tennessoui]

Sooo I know you have another essay to write buuuut when you have time, could you do #25? Please and thank you!!!

Good luck with getting your essay done!! 🥰

here you go!

[from this list of prompts]

[2. 'have you lost your damn mind?' - 5. 'are you jealous' - 13. 'kiss me.' - 14. 'hey, i'm with you, okay? always.' - 18. 'this is the stupidest plan you've ever had. of course i'm in.' - 19. 'the paint is supposed to go where?' - 22. 'i've seen the way you look at me when you think i don't notice' (LATEST) - 24. 'you're the only one i trust to do this' - 27. 'i'm pregnant' - 28. 'marry me?' - 29. 'i thought you were dead' - 32. 'i think i'm in love with you and i'm terrified' - 37. 'wanna dance?' - 44. 'if you die, i'm gonna kill you' - 41. 'you did all of this for me?' - 46. 'hey, have you seen...? oh']

25. 'i can't believe you talked me into this.'

"I can't believe you talked me into this," Barriss mutters under her breath, far too loudly for Ahsoka's comfort.

"If you keep grumbling, he's gonna hear us from parsecs away," Ahsoka snaps, pushing against her arm. "And I didn't talk you into anything. We're just bringing Master Kenobi a slice of honey cake for his Temple Day."

"You talked me into wearing this stupid hat," Barriss points out, gesturing up to the cone atop her head. "And waking up at 0500 to do this."

"It's not my fault he likes to wake early," Ahsoka sniffs and adjusts her own coned hat. She'd looked it up. It's a Stewjoni birthday tradition, and since Jedi don't really mark their birthdays, given that many birthdays aren't known or precisely documented, she thinks it's alright to mix traditions in the name of celebration.

It's Master Obi-Wan's Temple Day, which means that one hundred years ago--or, apparently, thirty-seven to be exactly--on this day, Master Kenobi was brought to the Temple and adopted by the Jedi.

"I don't even like Master Kenobi all that much," Barriss says, and Ahsoka elbows her.

Probably the first and most important lesson her master ever taught her is that everyone likes Master Kenobi. To suggest otherwise is highly dangerous if Master Skywalker's in hearing range.

"Shut up, yes you do," Ahsoka says and pushes the cake plate into her friend's hand so that she can study the lockpad outside Master Kenobi's door. "If you didn't, you wouldn't be bringing him cake at 0500 on his Temple Day. Now be quiet, I'm trying to remember what digits Skyguy uses to gain access."

It'd help the most if Skyguy had answered the twenty comms she'd sent him last night, when she'd thought up her surprise for Master Kenobi's Temple day. But he hadn't even opened them. If it weren't for their training bond, Ahsoka wouldn't even know he was alive. They've been on Coruscant for three days, and she hasn't seen him since de-boarding.

She thinks maybe he and Senator Amidala made up, though she's not supposed to know about that. Not about their fight, not about their relationship. Her master thinks she's too young to hear about any of it, even though she's still got eyes.

It'd surprise her if they did get back together, from what Ahsoka's pieced together, but nothing else explains Anakin's absence.

But anyway.

It would be so much easier if Anakin were with her, because Anakin knows the code to get into Master Kenobi's quarters like he knows everything else about Master Kenobi.

But part of the reason Ahsoka's gone to all the trouble of finding the coned hats and making the honey cake--from scratch!--and roping Barriss in to help her with the whole thing is that if Anakin has gotten back together with Padmé, he's liable to forget all about Master Kenobi's Temple day, and Master Kenobi is liable to get really sad about it.

So Ahsoka is here, just in case Anakin remains...indisposed. It's what Master Kenobi deserves. He's a great Grandmaster. Some would probably even say he takes on a lot of master-like duties when it comes to teaching Ahsoka, and Ahsoka wouldn't argue. It's sort of nice to have two masters who look after her and encourage her to become the best Jedi she can be, even though that also means she has two masters who enjoy nagging at her all the time.

"Oh!" she says as the lockpad beside the door flashes green and opens. "Huh. That's funny."

"What?" Barriss asks, holding the cake plate in front of her like it's a shield.

"Oh, the doorpad code is Anakin's Temple day," Ahsoka says as she steps through the door. "It's ironic is all, that--Skyguy?"

"Ahsoka!?" Her master is in the kitchen unit. In Master Obi-Wan's kitchen unit. At 0500 in the morning.

And...shirtless?

"Master, put on a shirt!" Ahsoka yelps, turning her face away and covering her eyes. Beside her, Barriss makes a noise of disgust. "What are you even doing here? Naked?"

"Me?" Anakin's voice is high-pitched and far too loud for what had been a quiet morning. His words are accompanied by the sounds of a scramble around the area. Ahsoka doesn't even want to know what her master is doing. "Me--what are you doing here? It's not even 0600!"

"It's Master Obi-Wan's Temple day!" Ahsoka cries back, risking a peek over her fingers. Anakin has found and clothed himself in a striped and frilly yellow apron, which--well, it'll have to be do. "But why are you standing naked in Master Obi-Wan's kitchen unit?"

Barriss coughs. "Ahsoka, I think--we should probably..."

Anakin's face is beet red, and it grows to a worrying shade of purple when there's a clatter from further in the quarters. "I'm...uh. I was making Obi-Wan breakfast," he says.

"There's no food out," Ahsoka points out.

"I spilled it on myself," Anakin snaps. "So obviously, I took off my shirt because it had food on it, and how do you know the code to Obi-Wan's quarters anyway, padawan?"

Ahsoka glares back at him. "Show me the shirt," she demands.

"Ahsoka, really, I think we should go," Barriss says right as Anakin begins to bluster about laundry chutes and steaming clothes or something.

"Anakin?" Master Obi-Wan's voice calls, sounding confused. "What's taking so long, darli--"

"Your grandpadawan's here!" Anakin sounds shrill. He looks--

Ahsoka peers closer at him now that the shock of his presence has begun to wear off. He looks relatively freshly mauled.

"With her friend!" Anakin adds. His eyes dart between Ahsoka, Barriss, the cake, and the door. "They wanted to surprise you!"

Five long moments pass before the door at the end of the hall opens and Master Obi-Wan emerges, sleep clothes clearly rumpled and robe thrown on in a hurry. There's a worrying flush on his cheeks as well, and Ahsoka has never seen his hair so mussed up. "Oh," he says, looking between Ahsoka and Barris, and Anakin and his...apron. "Well, I am. Ah. Very surprised, padawan. Thank you."

Ahsoka nods at Anakin: this is more the reaction she'd expected. "Happy Temple Day, Master Obi-Wan," she tells him and then blinks at him, as he comes further into the light. "You have a bruise on your neck, Master," she tells him. "Was it from a fight?"

Barriss makes a distressed sound at the same time that Anakin does.

"Oh," Master Obi-Wan says, hand flying unerringly to the spot and covering it with his fingers. "It must have been, yes. I was in the training salles yesterday. I'll apply bacta on it this morning."

"I didn't want to do this," Barriss informs them, thrusting the cake plate back into Ahsoka's hands. "And I apologize for being here."

"I'm sorry you're here too," Ahsoka thinks her master mutters.

"Nonsense," Master Obi-Wan says. "Cake, anyone? It looks lovely, Ahsoka."

[arc-misadventures]

Triple scoop: Curious cat possesses one of the girls but gets overwhelmed by the desire to ride jaune

Jaune: 1. Curious Cat: -3. Neo +3

Curious Neo: Ah-hahahaha! Finally! I have a body of my own! Now I can finally leave this gods forsaken place! And, there is nothing you can do to stop me you foolish garbage knight!

Rusted Knight: Oh, Curious... you fail to understand the depths of your mistakes...

Curious Neo: Ha! What are you talking about! I haven't made any mistakes! There is nothing you can do to stop me from leaving this place!

Rusted Knight: Your mistaken on so many levels. For you've possessed one of three triplites. For you are currently possessing the middle sister, Poli. And, this is her older sister, Nea...

Neo: 👋😁

Rusted Knight: And, this is the youngest sister, Tian...

Neo: 👋☺️

Rusted Knight: And, if you're thinking that just because she is their sister that they won't beat the shit out of her to get you out, you are sorely mistaken.

Neo: 😈😈

Curious Neo: Uhhh...?! W-Well you wouldn't hurt her!

Rusted Knight: No, I won't her. Besides, I don't need to...

Curious Neo: What?

Neo: 🤔❔

Neo: 🧐❔

Rusted Knight: For all I would have to do is take off my helmet... And, reveal to them that I am their long lost boyfriend, Jaune Arc!

Neo: 😱😱

Curious Neo: Jaune, you're ali...!? Stop!

Jaune: And, all I need to stop her is to show her my rugged face...

Neo: 🥰

Jaune: My glorious full beard...

Neo: 🤤

Jaune: My long locks of hair done as in a warriors wolf tail...

Neo: 😲

Jaune: My deep, gravitating voice...

Neo: 😍

Jaune: And, my silver fox appeal...

Neo: 🥵

Jaune: But, do you want to know above all else that will make you desire to leave her body...?

Curious Neo: He's a total daddy n... Stop that?!

Jaune: And, to top it all off... I've been trapped here... all alone... for twenty years...

Curious Neo: So...?

Jaune: Can you just imagine how back up I am?

Curious Neo: W-What?

Neo: 😱😱

Jaune: And since my girls are here, I am going to go at them so hard.. so rough.. and so long... and fill them up so much that they'll be leaking my cream for days...

Neo: 🥴

Neo: 😍

Jaune: But, as long as the Curious Cat is stuck in their, Poli... You aren't getting anything~!

Curious Neo: You think that will... Ow?! What are you?! Gah?! NO! I am in control! You can get rid of me like...?! I AM HORNY?!

Neo: 🤬🫵😺

Neo: 😂😃

Neo: 😭

Neo: 😁😆😂

Jaune: Glad to see you back, Poli... Oh, gods how I've missed you...

Neo: 🥲😘

Curious Cat: GAHHH?!?! What was that?!

Jaune: A maiden in love who hasn't had a chance to get any action for the past month, and see's her lover again as a silver fox daddy who says he wants to fuck her until she look six months pregnant.

Curious Cat: W-What...?!

Jaune: Also, my lovely ladies ladies?

Neo: 🤔🤔🤔

Jaune: The sooner we deal with the Cat, th sooner we can have some fun~!

Neo: 😐🤨😕

Neo: 😈😈😈

Curious Cat: M-Mercy...?

~~~

Ruby: So... Instead of leaving the, Ever After like we planned to.. we were stuck there for three mor days because you three were just having sex with, Jaune?

Neo: 🙂‍↕️😍

Neo: 🤕🥰

Neo: 🥴🥵

Weiss: And, you didn't invite us in on the fun?!

Neo: 🤔

Neo: 🤨

Neo: 🫤

Neo: 😈😈😈

Jaune: Hey girls I'm ba...?

RWNNN: 🤤😍🥰😁🥴

Jaune: ...

Jaune: I'm in danger.

///

It's oddly hard to find, Curious Cat Neo art.

Let alone sexy art...

[callsigns-haze]

Hi there! Not necessarily a new one-shot idea, but would you consider adding onto Maybe Us Soon from where it left off? More Xaden and their baby girl, along with all the family fluff 🥰 thank you thank you and you’re amazing!

Finally us

Pairing: Xaden Riorson x reader

Xaden's life has changed completely. Ever since he became King of Tyrrendor, your lover, overcame venin, his life has been perfect. Hs squad now grows, in many ways, and the old Xaden Riorson would have not suspected this to be his faith, now you, his wife, are pregnant with your daughter but the problem with you is that you can't sit still.

Stand alone but could be part 3 of Maybe us one day and Maybe us soon

This contains mature themes: mentions of giving birth, kidnapping, blood, injury, throwing up, war I don't think there is any spoiler in fairness, it's just what I'd love the ending to be.

The world around you was soft and hazy, painted in the dim glow of lanternlight and the low hum of post-birth stillness. The sheets clung to your skin, damp with residual sweat, and your body ached in places you didn’t know could ache—your muscles trembling, your limbs heavy, your chest hollowed and full all at once.

But none of it mattered.

Not when you looked to your left.

Xaden stood shirtless beside your bed, cradling your newborn daughter against the bare skin of his chest. His broad hands were impossibly gentle—one supporting her tiny back, the other cradling her head, his fingers almost engulfing her entirely. She was so small. A little pink bundle wrapped in a soft blanket, her head resting just beneath his collarbone, her ear pressed to his heart like she already knew it was home.

He hadn’t stopped staring at her since they placed her in his arms.

His shoulders were tense—shaking just slightly. His onyx eyes, glassy with unfallen tears, were locked onto her tiny face, his jaw clenched tight like he didn’t know whether to laugh or sob. His shadows slithered restlessly at his feet and up his calves, trembling like they, too, didn’t know what to do with this new, fragile piece of your world.

“Xaden,” you whispered, voice hoarse and barely there.

He blinked, finally pulling his eyes away from her to look at you. His mouth parted slightly, as though trying to form words—but nothing came out. Instead, he looked at you with a reverence so raw it nearly broke you open again. He looked ruined by love.

“You did this,” he whispered, stepping closer, his voice rough and full of awe. “You gave her to me.”

Tears spilled over the corners of your eyes, helpless, unstoppable. “We did.”

He lowered himself to sit on the edge of the bed, careful not to jostle you, keeping your daughter nestled close to his chest. “She’s perfect,” he breathed, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. “I didn’t… I didn’t think I could love anything more than I love you. And then I saw her. And it’s like something broke open in me.”

You reached a hand toward them, fingers trembling from exhaustion. He shifted, leaning into your touch, and gently tilted your daughter so you could brush your knuckles across her impossibly soft cheek. She let out the tiniest sigh and curled against Xaden’s chest, utterly content.

“She already loves you,” you whispered. “She knows you.”

Xaden let out a shaky breath, lowering his head, pressing the barest kiss to the top of her head as his voice cracked: “She’s mine.”

On the other side of the room, Brennan stood near the doorway, arms crossed but with a soft smile tugging at his lips. His hands were stained with blood still—your blood—and the weariness in his eyes mirrored your own. But he was steady. Grateful. Proud.

The two nurses flitted around the room quietly, one checking the chart at the bedside while the other changed your IV. Your thighs ached where they’d been stitched from the small tear, and your lower back pulsed in time with your heartbeat—but even as Brennan approached to check your vitals, none of that seemed real.

Only the warmth of Xaden beside you. The soft little grunts your daughter made in her sleep. The way Xaden looked at her like she held his entire soul.

“She’s going to be strong,” Brennan murmured with quiet certainty, gently checking your pulse. “She’s got both of you in her.”

“She’s got your nose,” Xaden added without looking away from her, a lopsided, broken smile on his lips.

“She has your mouth,” you replied, unable to stop smiling despite the sheer exhaustion tugging at your bones.

He nodded. “Gods help the world, then.”

You laughed, then winced from the ache, and he immediately leaned closer, eyes sharp with concern.

“Rest,” he said softly, his free hand finding yours and intertwining your fingers. “I’ve got her. I won’t let her go.”

As the haze of sleep pulled you under, your fingers still laced weakly with Xaden’s, the last thing you remembered was the warmth of his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles and the soft, rhythmic breaths of your daughter against his chest.

Your chest rose and fell in slow, deep waves. The room had quieted, bathed in golden lamplight and the fading adrenaline of birth.

Brennan stepped closer to Xaden now that you were fully asleep, his steps soft but confident, years of battlefield experience making him unshakable—even now, with his blood-stained sleeves and the exhaustion in his bones.

He peered down at the little bundle in Xaden’s arms, folding his own over his chest. “You know,” he said casually, arching an eyebrow, “for all my years as a mender, I’ve never actually had to deliver a baby until tonight.”

Xaden glanced up at him, a rare smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You looked like you were going to pass out.”

“I almost did when she screamed at me to stop hovering.” Brennan rolled his eyes dramatically, then leaned just slightly forward to peek at the baby’s face. His expression softened. “She’s beautiful. Not that I expected anything less, considering who her parents are.”

Xaden looked down at the bundle in his arms, his entire body relaxing despite the fire still simmering behind his eyes. “She hasn’t even opened her eyes yet. And I already know she’s going to destroy me.”

Brennan chuckled. “She probably already has.”

There was a long pause, both men looking down at the baby—then Brennan cleared his throat, voice mock-serious. “Listen. I think I deserve to be her favourite uncle, since I was the one who made sure her mother didn’t bleed out on the bed and stitched her up afterward.”

Xaden gave him a sideways look. “I don’t think you can bribe a newborn with medical credentials.”

“I’m not above trying,” Brennan shot back with a grin. “I’ll start visiting with sweets the moment she can eat them.”

Xaden chuckled lowly, something fond and exhausted in the sound. He shifted the baby just slightly, her soft sigh puffing against his skin. “You can try,” he murmured, his gaze drifting back to your sleeping face. “But she already has her mother’s stubbornness.”

Brennan smiled and stepped back. “Just don’t let her have your brooding silence. One of you in this household is already more than enough.”

Xaden rolled his eyes, but there was no malice. Only quiet joy, and a grateful, protective love that filled the entire room like a vow.

Brennan gave one last glance at the tiny bundle curled peacefully against Xaden’s chest, then to you—completely still, your breath slow and even, exhaustion finally claiming you after the hours of labour.

“I’ll let you two rest,” he said quietly, backing toward the door. “If anything changes, let me know. And Xaden—”

Xaden’s eyes lifted.

“She’s perfect. Congratulations.”

The shadows curled around Xaden’s ankles in acknowledgment, twitching softly as the door whispered closed behind Brennan.

And then it was just the three of you.

The room was quiet now, with only the muted flicker of candlelight playing across the walls and the hush of your daughter’s tiny breaths.

Xaden didn’t move, not for a long time. He just sat there, back slightly hunched, every muscle relaxed but coiled—ready. Watching over you, his mate, his love. And watching over the impossibly small life in his arms.

His thumb brushed the side of her cheek, barely grazing the downy skin. She stirred faintly, a tiny wriggle beneath the blanket, a breath that shuddered softly against his chest before settling again. Still asleep. Still safe.

He lowered his head until his lips touched her forehead. His eyes closed.

“I’ve faced armies,” he whispered into the stillness. “Storms. Death. But you—” His voice cracked. “You terrify me. Because now I have everything to lose.”

He looked back over at you, your face soft in sleep, hand still resting palm-up on the blanket beside you like you’d never meant to let go of his.

And he knew in that moment—he’d burn kingdoms to the ground for the two of you. Again and again. Without hesitation.

A soft knock came at the door then—tentative.

Xaden’s eyes didn’t leave you as he called quietly, “What?”

The door cracked open, and Mira peeked in with a quiet smile, holding something bundled in fabric.

“I brought the name ribbon,” she whispered. “In case you’re ready.”

Xaden looked back down at his daughter.

He was.

Xaden stared down at the tiny girl tucked against his bare chest, her soft breath misting faintly against his skin. For a moment, his shadows curled protectively around the rocking chair’s legs and stilled completely—as if even they understood the weight of what was about to happen.

Mira stood in the doorway, holding out the delicate ribbon embroidered with golden thread—the traditional naming band. Her voice was barely audible over the quiet flicker of flame. “Do you want to wait until she wakes?”

Xaden shook his head once, eyes still on his daughter. “No.”

He didn’t need to ask you. You’d had the conversation so many times over the last few months—sometimes in whispers under the covers, other times with your head in his lap, laughing about how it had come to you in a dream. Even just three days ago, when you’d rested your palm over your swollen stomach and murmured, “She already feels like Annavella.”

That name had wrapped around his heart the moment he first heard it from your lips.

Annavella.

It was soft and elegant—like you. But strong too. A name that sounded like it could echo off the walls of history and still whisper in a lover’s vow.

Xaden reached out, his long fingers brushing the edge of the ribbon Mira held. She passed it over gently, her expression soft.

As he took it, he murmured under his breath, “Annavella.”

The name settled like a promise. Like a shield.

He gently shifted her in his arms, mindful of her head, and slid the naming ribbon around her tiny wrist. It was too big—it would be for a while—but the moment it touched her skin, it pulsed faintly gold. A formal, ancient recognition of identity. Of belonging.

Of family.

Mira placed a hand over her heart and whispered, “It suits her.”

Xaden nodded, emotion tightening his throat as he looked down at his daughter’s perfect, delicate features.

“She’s ours,” he whispered. “She always was.”

Behind him, the covers rustled. You stirred faintly but didn’t wake. Not fully. You shifted just enough to let your hand drift back toward his side of the bed, searching for the bond even in sleep.

Xaden reached across and caught it in his own, threading your fingers together.

“She’s Annavella,” he murmured to you, voice low and steady. “Just like we said.”

And though you didn’t respond aloud, your bond pulsed warm in his chest—slow and sure.

You already knew.

Mira lingered for only a breath longer, her eyes flicking between you—still sound asleep, curled into the pillows with your fingers now laced gently with Xaden’s—and the man himself, who hadn’t once stopped looking at his daughter.

There was a softness in her expression, something reverent and quiet as she backed away. She didn’t speak again. She didn’t need to. The door clicked shut with a hush of finality, and the quiet that settled afterward was sacred.

Xaden stood slowly, careful not to jostle Annavella as he rose from the rocking chair. The old wooden legs groaned beneath him, and the candlelight painted bronze shadows across the room as he moved.

Annavella stirred slightly against his chest, a tiny wriggle under her blanket. Her face scrunched up, her mouth puckering with the beginnings of a fuss—but the moment Xaden adjusted her, one hand curled over the back of her tiny head, she stilled. Her ear rested over the steady beat of his heart.

And he began to walk.

The room was quiet save for the soft pad of his bare feet on the wooden floor and the gentle rustle of her swaddle. His long fingers shifted along her back, tracing the curve of her spine through the fabric like he was mapping her—memorizing the exact weight and presence of her in his arms.

“You don’t know it yet,” he murmured, his voice low and rough with awe, “but you changed everything.”

Annavella breathed softly against his skin, her warmth seeping into him like sunlight after a storm.

Xaden’s eyes drifted to the bed—to you, to the way your body curled protectively even in sleep, as if some part of you was still aware she was in the room. His throat tightened.

“I didn’t think I’d get this,” he whispered. “Didn’t think I deserved to.”

He paced slowly, gently bouncing her now, not because she needed it—but because he did. Because standing still with that much love threatening to break out of him felt impossible.

His voice dropped further, meant only for her.

“I’ll give you everything, Annavella. The stars, the skies, the safest piece of this broken world. Whatever’s left of it—I’ll make sure it’s yours. I swear it.”

He stopped at the edge of the window, where the moonlight cut through the veil of night and cast silver against the hardwood. The stars glittered beyond the glass—soft, distant.

“You’ll never know war like we did,” he promised. “You’ll never bleed for a cause. Not if I can help it.”

She shifted again, a little sigh falling from her lips. His arms adjusted instinctively, his palm warm and firm across her back.

“You’ll grow up knowing peace. Love. A home.” His shadows flickered lightly at his feet, curling like ribbons of smoke around his ankles. “Because of her.” His eyes returned to you.

“She gave me the world when she gave me you.”

Annavella let out a soft, squeaky breath in her sleep—something like a baby sigh, so delicate it made Xaden’s chest ache.

“I’ll protect you until my last breath,” he whispered, pressing his lips gently to her temple. “You and your mother. Always.”

And in that moment—just the three of you surrounded by quiet and the hum of life newly begun—Xaden Riorson, warrior, leader, and the shadow-wielding King of Tyrrendor, was no longer made of war.

He was made of love.