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deadbydangit · 10 months

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Oh my god! You have delivered! >////<

Any chance you could do Ghost Face and Pyramid Head with an injured S/O who is in pain? As in, injured?

I am so glad you're doing more than one killer. I can feel myself building an attachment to Pyramid Head haha <3

I'm so glad my writing is making everyone so happy. I'm going to add a few more characters to this. Please enjoy!

With an injured Reader

Ghostface, Pyramid Head, Mastermind, Cannibal

Ghostface

Ha! Dumbass.

He's going to tease the shit out of you first.

How'd you get hurt doing that?

And he will point and laugh.

That's just who he is.

You can't change that.

He doesn't have much medical knowledge, but he's got the basics.

If it's really serious then he'll show a lot more concern.

He doesn't have enough confidence in his first-aid abilities to fix this.

Sally!

No Herman. Fuck off!

He's not going to attempt to fix that.

He knows he'll just make it worse.

He's actually really scared too.

"Don't worry. Sally's going to patch you up."

But his voice is shaking.

He's going to be holding onto you so tight that he might hurt you more.

He doesn't mean it.

Sally's going to kick him out.

Once he's able to see you, he's going to dote on you.

You won't ever have to lift a finger.

"Don't worry babe, I won't let it ever happen again. I'll protect you."

Pyramid Head

Oh dear.

His poor angel.

You come stumbling in all bruised and bloody and he's immediately running to pick you up.

He can't speak to console you, but he'll pet your hair gently.

He's surprisingly calm.

Perhaps he's just so used to finding people injured that he knows panicking will only do more harm than good.

He has no medical knowledge, so he's probably going to take you to Sally.

Herman may offer, but your boy isn't stupid. He knows Herman would intentionally make things worse.

He's patient and he knows not to interfere.

Sally knows what she's doing.

More so than him anyways.

He trusts her.

After, he'll listen to all the information given and follow all instructions to a T.

He will tend to your wounds, change your bandages, feed you, get you anything you might need.

He's very attentive, if not borderline smoothering.

It pains him to see you brutalized.

You don't deserve this.

Whatever or whoever hurt you will never do so again.

Because he's already destroyed them.

No one should dare hurt his angel.

Mastermind

"Have you learnt your lesson?"

"How did you manage to hurt yourself in that manner?"

He's used to giving orders.

And sometimes giving orders meant not being very nice or sympathetic.

If it's nothing serious, he'll be rather irritated unless it was something completely unavoidable.

But, he doesn't realize you aren't him and can't dodge or withstand the damage he can.

If it's something serious, you'll find yourself in his arms faster than you can see him move.

"Who did this?"

"How did this happen?"

Almost like he wants a debriefing.

Again, it's just how he is.

He'll go after the perpetrator at a later time.

After getting information, he'll make quick work of patching you up.

He's very good at it as well.

All those years as an Umbrella scientist and working for S.T.A.R.S. really makes him well suited for drastic situations.

He'll be giving you a steady supply of what you need.

But he won't indulge you as much as the other would.

And only the minimum amount of drugs.

Unless, of course, you want to give Uroburos a try.

Wesker will spend time with you though, you won't have to worry about being alone.

He won't let anyone harm you again.

Until he leaves one day and comes back an hour later soaked in someone else's blood.

"It's been taken care of dear. No need to worry about them any longer. Now rest. I'm here."

Cannibal

Oh no!

You're injured!

Even if it's minor, he'll be rather panicked.

However, he knows how to take care of it.

If it's something simple or you need stitches, he can help.

He took a very feminine role in his household.

So taking care of others comes as first nature.

If it's something big, he's going to need help.

Bubba can't even begin to think about losing you.

He's not the smartest, but he knows Herman won't be helpful.

He'll turn to Sally for assistance.

He'll be a blubbering sobbing mess trying to explain what was happening.

She knows it isn't his fault.

She will have to keep him out when treating you.

He'll be trying to cling onto you the whole time.

Someone is going to have to physically restrain him so he doesn't burst into the office.

Once he gets you back home, he won't leave your side.

Only to get you what you need.

If you want anything, you tell him.

He feels so guilty that he wasn't there to protect you.

One day you'll be sleeping and wake up to your attacker's severed head and a smiling Bubba.

He loves you so much, he killed the person who hurt you and brought you their head.

Just let him have this. He's really trying.

He wasn't there to protect you before, but you won't have to worry about that ever again.

#dbd imagines #dbd ask blog #dbd x reader #dbd killer #dbd ghostface #dbd bubba #dbd pyramid head #dbd mastermind

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lights-camera-ask-tion · 1 month

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Lights.... Camera.... EDD-TION... huh!!!! huh???... was that?? was that funny???......

Ok I'll leave. Whoops, it seems like our boys have been subjected to the hell that is community theater all for their individual reasons. Follow them on their many misadventures as they put together a nondescript play run by none other than EVIL- I mean normal director Bing Bingbong! (And his bodyguard Larry).

Here YOU can get some behind the curtain information on how the production is going, how cast and crews are doing and many other things of asking nature by pressing that little button at the top!

With that out of the way let's do a little role call for our cast here! Wait what do you mean only one (and a half) of our guys act in this?

more below! (*RULES AT VERY END!*) (sorry)

Edd (CREW • PROP/SET DESIGN)

Looking for a little extra cash one day Edd comes across a TV ad about a few spots open in the theater for an upcoming , unnamed production. Naturally his friends sat close by also watching. Together they decided they'd go in, try their hand at it and once the show was over put together all the money they got and split it equally. Edd easily got into props and set design because Bing knew he was an artist and for a director he's fairly lazy when it comes to assigning jobs and roles. Edd doesn't really struggle all too much with props and sets due to his prior painting experience. But the behind the stage activities and chaos get to him a bit. Needless to say he's just a inch more tired than his usual self

Matt (ACTOR • UNDERSTUDY)

Matt got assigned as an understudy for the lead role which he was pretty bummed out about at first! But as time went on the lead had fallen ill. Matt was the temporary lead! Good for him. Bing didn't really think about the repercussions of having Matt as an understudy for the lead but it's already pretty far in the show to change things around in Bing's eyes. He's just a bit stuck up... stuck up enough to make everything about himself and to be fair his, his well everything skills are a bit subpar. But not many people are signing up for this production he'll do!

Tom (BACKGROUND CHARACTER • AUDIO)

You would think Tom would just take one job but unfortunately just a week prior to this his guitar Susan had fallen apart (wow so unexpected amiright--.) In order to make enough money to fix her Tom had taken a background role. Should be easy, he has to say only one line! Well Tom doesn't know this yet but uhm! He has horrible stage fright, he freezes the instant he's made to act and this is just one miniscule line before he can just go back up to the sound stage and get that done but this one line stumps him. Will he be able to act by the end of pre-production??

Tord (LIGHTING)

Tord took lighting because it was there. Bing didn't care just as much as Tord and he could use a few dollars. Though he's the only one who openly finds it a bit weird that Bing is making a play that isn't even titled... and seemingly has little to no plot aside from a few things pulled from other movie scripts of Bing's past. He slacks off a lot and spends most of his time doing odd tasks and just floating around (occasionally causing mischief) (ok what am I saying he has purposely made stage lights fall on people before). He doesn't really like that the sound studio is right in the same room as the lighting booth. This will be fun.

Now that all the fun stuff is out of the way let's glance over at the rules and regulations!

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-No proshippers or NSFW accounts allowed here!

- The people behind this account are both minors and would rather not have sexual asks or comments made about the au

- No ships are really present at the moment for right now this is mostly focused on the guys misadventures

- The main tag for all the tasks goes under "EDD-tion asks". Some non ask drawings and events will be shown under the tag "#EDD-tion comic". Occasionally art that isn't a ask or event will be under "#EDD-tion art." And for all who wish to draw fanart (would be very awesome!!) you can tag this account and or post under a fanart tag (#LCE fanart, #Lights, Camera Edd-tion (fanart/art) etc)

- As for non art related tags. "#Off-stage" is for out of character posts, "#Important" is for announcements.

---Enjoy the show!

#intro post!#important #eddsworld au #ew edd #ew tord #ew matt #ew tom

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loveregrown · 6 months

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Does anyone realize how much they ruin me I only have this video comparing the stage and anime version from fucking february on me right now but I'm mainly speaking about the anime version. This is the same part of the genrev choreography in the 3DMV where they're meant to reach out towards each other but in their last performance Tsumugi reaches for him far too early and Eichi reaches for him far too late obviously. Of course Eichi would look shocked, watching him walk away, his expression so solemn. Up until eplink he still had nightmares about it, of Nagisa and Hiyori and Tsumugi running off ... this singular moment displays their dynamic and the end of their friendship that never truly got to be a friendship so perfectly, especially from Eichi's perspective but if you take into account the way it looks to Tsumugi rather than the viewer who gets the full picture it encapsulates both perfectly. The bluebird has left the cage he put himself in, and in Eichi's eyes, it is too late to just ... be his friend. Leo has stated he's never going forgive him directly because he wouldn't get it and it would hurt him more but Tsumugi so unabashedly continues wanting to earnestly be his friend.

It's so evident how much it affects him just by looking at Eichi's face

Tsumugi doesn't need a reason to befriend someone & Eichi does .. 🥹

Hiyonagi also suffered but at least they had each other (┬┬﹏┬┬) And yet, in the Dawning Angels mv, eimugi finally manage to reach out to each other again ... and it is so significant considering what happened the last time they stepped foot on a stage to sing together.

Eichi, in the current era is like a child that doesn't care for his toy till it is taken away from him and given to another. Or perhaps, like a lover who doesn't acknowledge what they have till it is far too late. So much so he gave Natsume his blessings in a sense, which is surprisingly evil combined with the fact Tsumugi has referred to his relationship with Natsume as a contract, and that he would actively try to prevent him from falling apart like Eichi did.

It wasn't in their fate to go to karaoke together even if they could've so easily. He's is still under the impression that it is late to even go to karaoke with him, bringing it up as though that's something that should injure Tsumugi and like it's something that's lingered in his mind from the moment he pondered on it near the end of element, but Tsumugi has already moved on. Whether he forgot about it because it no longer affects him even if it did once,feeling as though he was thrown away, or him forgetting is a coping mechanism to erase aspects of the war from his mind in spite of the fact he's been promising not to repeat it, only God knows ...

Forever thinking of "even as they find themselves hurt in the process..."

And yet, all four of them still have so much fun playing together, sharing the same dynamic they did in the past... ohh (┬┬﹏┬┬) I know this was mostly eimugi ... but I love exfine so much. I love sad endings and things that cannot be repaired, I am not the kind to have a desire to fix everything or not see beauty in tragedy, but I also just want them to spend time together and be happy even if that thought might always itch in the back of their mind, Tsumugi being the mediator between them even now always gets me. Nagisa and Hiyori clearly spend such wonderful time with Tsumugi together one of my favorite idol stories is one where he goes to a cafe with Hiyori and even gets genuinely upset over cospro taking advantage of newdi and it's so rare ... and Hiyori's fs2, it was so cute too. Tsumugi and Nagisa were together simultaneously as gacha and feature scout not so long ago, and while Eichi did go on that trip with Rei and Tsumugi recently ... it would be so nice if Eichi could come to the function. If he could give himself the time to have fun with the rest of them like this more, free of awkwardness and self restraint ＞﹏＜ especially since they're all so young and so busy. The rarity of these moments makes them endearing and special but bittersweet all the same.

#❀#This is all surface level stuff I'm just so crazy and thinking about #I miss when the eleani and altered came out so much.#eichi tenshouin and tsumugi aoba hurting me forever and ever with hakmers #espost

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wolfgirl-sister · 7 months

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Taken

His eyes lit up when he heard my name for the first time, and his jaw went slack in a silent gasp. I knew the words he would say before they even left his lips, those same words that had been in every romance movie I had ever seen: "I think... I think you might be her."

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I've never been comfortable with the idea of soulmates.

"Don't worry!" My parents would tell me. "Once you meet him, it will all make sense!"

I didn't want it to make sense. Until I met the man whose name was marked on my body, I was not and could never be whole. The thought would keep me up sick with anxiety. I had an other half that I was separated from, rent asunder and if I couldn't find it, then I would never be happy.

"You'll meet him and your whole world will change!"

All my life, people blamed my unhappiness on being unable to find my one. Some even go so far as to pry for the name, thinking that if they just help, all will be well. That I'll forget how they treated me. A girl I used to call my friend once pulled down my pants to get a glimpse of my thigh, hoping to see the name for herself. My mark is so covered in scars that it's illegible. I can never make myself forget it.

Of all the people in my life, the only person who has ever been able to truly comfort me is my sister. She met her soulmate as a kid, at the time a rare and fortuitous occasion, but when they died in middle school, she was left truly and undeniably alone. She understood my frustration, knowing that while even a gaping wound would eventually heal, the knowledge that you're only half of what you should be will always stay fresh.

She understood the feeling of whispers behind your back, that you would never have a soulmate or that you hated the idea of having one. Her thigh has the same scattering of scars that leave their name unreadable. But more than that, she taught me how to move on. She helps me find value in myself as an independent woman in a society, and I remind her that we aren't broken.

Because of my sister, I don't care if I'm "complete". I don't care that I'm destined to meet someone who will fix the unfixable, who will make everything better. I am enough, for myself and for her.

She was my first kiss. And my second, and my third. I've stopped counting, but she's still keeping track. We carved our name in the other's thigh and swore it would be the last blood shed over a name. I'm too busy being enamored by the most beautiful woman alive. She fills me with joy and wonder, and every day I'm in awe of the fact that I have the opportunity to spend it with her.

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I always knew this day would come. It's hard, but I look him in the eyes and my breath catches. My chest feels hollow, as if the only thing left inside me is my free-falling heart. I don't even have to ask for his name because my body knows he's The One.

"I'm sorry," I say, and adjust my bag, already taking a step past him. "I already have a soulmate."

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Originally published on AO3 under WeaselWoosh

#figured I'd touch this up and post it here #original writing #siscon #shipcest #soulmate identifying marks

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eliabrith · 2 years

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Shetland S7

It’s really bad of me that it hasn’t started yet and I’m already worried how it will go between the few spoilers I’ve read and between the line implications. probably some spoilers included so don’t blame me if you read on.

I do know not to expect the Beeb to allow Jimmy and Duncan to stick together in any clearly defined relationship be it platonic or romantic. I’ll be happy if they are left in a good place for themselves as well as together. They have known each other approx 40yr, have a shared child who will forever link them, a shared business, Jimmy asked Duncan to stay, asked him to help with James they care for and trust each other.

Duncan: It’s not sounding good for him.

Jimmy: He started Shetland a mouring widower so I hope we aren’t suddenly going to get a shoehorned in romance that is now “fixed” and goes off to live his his new wife.

Meg: sorry didn’t like her last year and while I haven’t heard any poisoners for her this year I just don’t like her and am worried she’ll be Jimmy’s happy ever after. She has no reason to still be on Shetland, she arrived to provide end of life care for Donna and to be honest since she seemed to spend most of her time swanning around the Island looking for Perez’s she didn’t do a great job. She’d met Jimmy once before when he worked with her older brother (such an impression he hadnae a clue when she brought it up) so why is she still there.

Here do be spoilers and theorising and being mean about Meg:

With Donna dead she should basically been on the 1st plane out after the investigation has concluded, back to her own home and job. Has she stayed and inserted herself in the Perez household to “support’ Jimmy. She was already sticking her oar in and stirring things regarding James’s condition. I can’t imaging there’s a frequently high turn over in staff at the Gilbert Bain but maybe she’s managed to move there.

Jimmy was going to need support after all:

He has been suspended.

Duncan has just been arrested for murdering the woman Meg is supposed to have been caring for (but Duncan seemed to do more of that) . PS why were all Donna’s meds not locked away with only limited doses out... Malpractice!!!

James’s deteriorating condition has Meg taken on looking after him? If so why since Jimmy is suspended and Cassie is home they can trade off James and Bistro duties do they need a nurse there and in what capacity part-time? full-time? Whenever she drives past on her endless loops of the Island while touring cake fridges? There is a spoiler mention that Jimmy’s dad has died (mix up since mum died last year or has he lost both in a year?) so maybe she’s a shoulder to cry on repeatedly.

Oh look a plot bunny.... maybe Meg has a long drawn out revenge plot against Jimmy and tried to isolate him slowly. Donna was always going to die but she helped stirred the pot and egged Donna on in her revenge against Duncan plan and deliberately left more than enough meds out for him to off her. Maybe she was going to frame Duncan and he just got there first. No matter what she was negligent!

If James has died she’s spend months inserting herself into the Perez household with Jimmy reeling form his suspension, Duncan’s absence, his mum’s death and his dad’s condition. Maybe she’s sped him along too to throw Jimmy off again when he began to regain his footing and need less “support”....

Apparently my brain is an ass and likes people to suffer. In revenge the beeb will have Meg be sweetness and light and happy ever after....

#shetland #bbc shetland #jimmy perez #plot bunny

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pacifymebby · 3 months

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So sorry for dumping all this but I feel like I have literally nowhere else to express myself. Today is me and my husband’s first Valentines Day as a married couple. We’ve been together 7 years, just married March of 2023. He is notorious for being very unromantic. Like to him, grilling a steak and putting on a movie is a date. I’ve made it very clear to him for MONTHS that I did not want to just cook dinner and watch a movie this year for valentines, as this is what we do EVERY year for EVERY date, birthday, anniversary, etc. Well today happened and I got to cook more than half the meal, set the table, and then he put on some action movie when I asked him if he at least wanted to play a board game with me. I am just hurt.

Am I crazy for feeling this way? Like I just want for someone to want to spend quality time with me without me having to ask or BEG. We don’t go anywhere anymore, we hardly see friends, I’m just stuck here in this house. And I’m only 25 (he’s 27), and it’s like he wants to live like we’re already 80 years old. Am I crazy??!?! This is why I take so much solace in your writing, like especially Alfie and Bonnie. They would never let me feel like this, thats why your writing is my escape from reality. I’m so sick of reality.

Oh honey this is so sad and I'm sending you such a massive hug and a bunch of your favourite flowers!!!

Sorry it's taken me a few days to reply to you, I wanted to be able to put actual effort into my reply rather than just rushing through something which feels important you know? Like it sounds like you've had a real shitty day, but not just that like, you've been made to feel like someone doesn't care/doesn't listen/understand you and that sucks cause they're the person that's meant to do all those things the most!!!!

I'm sorry you're in this situation, but also you're so young and your marriage is so young and I really believe that if you talk to him and tell him how hurt you are by his actions, and you tell him how you feel about the whole situation, then perhaps you can work through it together and like have better times in the future?

I obviously can't and wouldn't dream of trying to tell you how to manage your relationship or what you should do but like, I feel like if you really find solace in escapism through reading my stories then like, this is an issue you should address because it might seem like a small or melodramatic thing to be upset about but it's not. Like you say you're only young and you already feel like you're living in your 80s. Complacency in relationships, especially marriages (I have heard) is a really huge issue and definitely something which ends up ending marriages, and it sounds a little like your man is getting complacent and is perhaps taking your love/romance forgranted.

I get that life isn't like fantasies and that we all use fantasy to escape from things (like I do too and have been escaping my own relationship issues by writing and reading fics this week haha) but also like, if we feel the need to escape from our every day then that's sad and we should try to fix things or change things. Don't stay miserable is what I'm saying I guess, tell him exactly how hurt you are and if he never changes you don't have to be trapped and miserable (I know this sounds dramatic and I feel so fucking cheeky for even alluding to it so I'm sorry, I don't mean it to be offensive and I'm not saying do it either!!) Obviously I don't know everything about you but if you truly love and care for eachother then you can talk and work things out and he might not be the most romantic but like, he can try for you!!! Because the very least you deserve is someone who tries for you!

Sending you massive hugs, bonnie and Alfie would honestly have such serious words for this man for neglecting you, they'd definitely NEVER neglect you like this!!!!<3

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lifesucksdiary · 9 months

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What’s happening lately in my life

Guess what? Calob messaged me on Langmate. He apologized that he ghosted on me. He said the longer he waited, the harder it was for him to message back. And he went on and said it was childish. I said I don't remember haha

After I tried my best to move on from him, sometimes I doubted my own meaning to exist(just for a few minutes), my students were worried about me if I was okay, I even tried reading books or studying real estate law to get my mind off of my own grusome thoughts.

Back when he dissappeared from my life suddenly, I checked his messages every hour every day every week. I blew up his phone lol After I had no response, I realized that I had to block him everywhere, distract myself all kinds of ways possible. And I finally feel checked out from him. I started working at a new job, and it has been five months now. I feel tired but feel great to have my own income that at least support my basic needs. Sometimes not enough but I have side gig to last me until my next paycheck comes in. I can buy myself my own clothes, food, some items I find cute at flea market. I can drive myself around the town whenever I want. I found my new hobby which is writing letters to my friends outside Japan. I watch movies here and there. I refocused to myself and see what make myself happy and well.

Here are two aspects of myself I changed this year.

First thing I had to change was my debt situation.

I had credit card debt of about 1 million yen, my sister paid for my pension which she told me after she paid 200000yen. My brother borrowed me 150000 yen.. I was seriously in helpless situation. My brother took me in at his company to work as a waitress for three months, which helped me pay off to my sister. Now I paid off my one credit card that had 4000USD on it, and I cancelled it. What I am left with is about 2500USD debt on my other credit card which I cancelled as well yesterday.

I am more than grateful for my family who willingly helped me survive. I should have taken cared of myself already to have emergency fund and a job. I still do not have my own place because I still want to live abroad. I do not want any long term housing contract. I feel like a very dumb person but I feel much better than before for having reduced the amount of debt this year.

The second thing I had to change was my relationship with men of my interest.

Long story short, like Calob,and D, I revolved my life around them. I enjoyed so it was not forced at all. But the problem was that I did not have my own foundation because I was always changing my plans to match their time and location. That led me to not being able to progress my career, thus no raise or in depth experience in one industry. Now I put myself first before anybody. Sometimes it is tempting because it looks easier to imagine being a housewife who works part time outside and get to stay indoor with someone you love's money to have your basic needs covered. But in reality, I did not feel the total freedom to spend somoene's money. I always felt like I owed them and I felt useless and small. I felt obligated to do things for them and always my wants and needs last.

Now that I have my own job that lasted for five months, I am already making a progress at the company. I assist my manager's tasks whenever she is not in the office. Management was something I was always interested in, and call center job is what people say I am good at.

I did not know in the past four years after Covid lay off, I was doing something meaningful. But today writing these out made me figured that I did actually made a progress. It was definitely a trial and error but I totally am a better version than before.

My skin is better too! I fixed my acne problem! All over my body. Face, neck back butt, it took me about a year to fix them.

I have experience in online customer support position for total of about a year, on-site tech support for one year, clerical staff for a few months. I hope these experience help me be in a better position in the future.

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atasteofchocolates · 9 months

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Planning my day of grief.

It’s fair to say 22 has not felt very kind so far. Although I’ve been promoted and am stable at work, my personal life has been anything but. My anxiety is through the roof at most times of the day, but at night it’s at its worst. My mind starts thinking about everything and anything I need to do, should do, or should have done already. I get hot and sweaty in bed and have to have the fan on me most nights. My sleep is poor and I often have stress nightmares so even when I finally do sleep, I’m stressed still. I can always tell because my jaw is clamped shut in the morning and it feels like I am prying it open when I go to brush my teeth in the morning.

Family has been level with work when causing my stress this past month. Mainly my mum but what’s new there. I find my patience with her is low. I find her selfish, drama orientated and at times completely narcissistic. This sounds horrible I know coming from her daughter. And I love her anyways because she is my mum, but I struggle to spend more then a couple hours with her a week. Its hard because everything is becoming so clear, the patterns of self sabotage in her, the way she hurts and pushes those close to her away only to come back a week later like nothing happened. My brothers also have no patience with her anymore but they aren’t so good at showing it. I hate conflict and I feel constantly on the edge of a family world war.

To top this off, smudges death is approaching and fast. Mum decided to take smudge and Keira to a vets in Weston to get their teeth cleaned due to bad breath. Mum has never looked after those dogs properly and it’s showing. Smudge needs 4 teeth pulled out due to rot and has an abscess in his gum which is infected and causing him pain. Mum has never brushed or taken care of the dogs teeth and it’s come back to bite her at the expense of smudges health. Smudge also has a heart murmur which he was diagnosed with in 2017. At that time is was not so much of a problem that he needed medication however, instead of taking him back every year for check ups on his heart so he can be out on meds when needed, mum completely ignored it as well as smudge coughing more which she was told was the main sign of it getting worse. Due to the state of his heart, the vets don’t feel they could put him under anaesthetic to sort his teeth out. Even if it was successful it would be thousands of pounds and if smudge didn’t make it mum would have to pay out anyway. She is calling coombfield, brandis vets on Monday to see what they say but it’s not looking good and smudge cannot remain in pain. However, the thing is he is not naturally dying right now. Just suffering from something that he is too old to fix. So then remains booking in the day for him to be put to sleep if nothing can be done (which is highly likely). So now I am sat here thinking what day would be best in terms of my own emotions and grief. A Friday so I can mourne over the weekend not having to take time off work. The end of august would be perfect so id have 3 days instead of two. And all the while thinking this, I just feel on the edge of an anxiety attack because I am not ready. I am not ready for my own grief and I am not ready to manage mums. I am not ready to make the call and book the day, or to be in the room when it happens.

But I have to be because it’s coming and quick.

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wanderedaway · 2 years

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An update no one asked for, but it's a little easier to vent this way. 😅

It's been rough, to say the least, the last month or two or three? I've kinda lost track at the moment. Between work, car responsibilities, home responsibilities, lack of sleep and rest, guilt for not having time or energy spend with the people I want to see . . . the list goes on. It all really fed into a depressive spiral.

The timing for my (can't really call it vacation) couldn't have been better in a way. We'll just call it time off from work.

My mom injured her foot and can't put any weight on it. We've been icing it and keeping her off her feet in the meantime. She doesn't want to be immobile, but until we get the pain and the swelling down, within reason, she'll have to stay put. I'm just glad I was home when it happened because I worry she wouldn't have gotten to a phone to call me and if I hadn't scheduled this week off, I would very likely have been at work.

So I've taken up all the responsibilities that mom usually would have taken care of, as well as doing what I can to help her. It already feels like it's going to be a long week.

Those who work as caregivers, I don't know how you do it, but I have a deepened respect for what you do. It's only been two days and I'm struggling to keep it together and cried several times out of the frustration, feeling helpless, and stress that hasn't really gone away over the last few months. I want her to be comfortable and feel better, but it's going to take some time. We both need to be patient. (Why don't you take her to the hospital? You might ask. As of now, she can't walk. When we can get her walking, I'll ask her again about possibly going in somewhere to check if anything is broken, but trying to go to a doctor right now presents it's own set of problems. My parents are technically not married, though they've been in what's called a common law marriage for years now, it's not recognized in the state we live in as a real marriage, so she can't be on his insurance plan through his work. The bills alone, she nor my dad could afford. On top of some plumbing issues we have that need to be fixed among other things around the house that my dad just won't take care of now.)

My instinct right now is to drop everything and help. To give my everything if it will make someone feel better. Then I always fall into this worry that maybe what I do isn't enough, but when mom told me that I was and she loved me for it, more than she can say, I can't help but feel like it's a lie. That temporary validation felt nice in the moment, but then it's gone just as quickly. I weigh it in my mind, should I just believe her? How do I really know? If I allow myself to believe her, how do I know that that is how she'll always feel? What if she's just saying it? Maybe I shouldn't believe her. Then maybe I won't get hurt this time. There are things I can't discuss about our relationship and we haven't always been close. I haven't got the courage to discuss it with her again anyway, now that I'm older, but it feeds into the doubt I always have. I hate that it lingers there in the back of my mind. Not just with her, but with everything and everyone (to put it somewhat simply).

How do I know if someone truly cares about me? I just feel like it's impossible for me to tell when I'll always feel like I could never be enough or worthy of it. For every part kindness or positive trait that people see in me, I'm equal parts reserved and cynical and difficult to get to know and stubborn. I feel selfish when I want something, no matter how small it is. I'm not the best person to be around all the time. It's hard to pretend that everything is okay, when it's not, especially when it's internalized. And to continually do that is exhausting. I want to tell people the truth about how I feel, but I don't want to burden anyone with it. So it's easier to withhold it. A lot of it.

Funny how I say that now, but here I am, laying it out online. Not all of it, though. 😅 I've already said too much.

Writing it out helps, I think, if you feel like you can't talk to someone.

#anyhoo don't mind me #the weight in my chest is a little lighter now #i guess it kinda pays off to write about it #whether it's a vent post or slipped into one of my WIPs #even though some of the feelings linger it doesn't take as much space in the brain as it did

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rosedmuse · 2 years

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your eyes; for harusoie 400 days

Despite his indifference, I inch closer towards him, hoping today would be the day I break the wall he built in between us, separating our hearts from becoming each other's wholly. Reaching for his arm with a touch as gentle as a feather, I lean my cheek over his shoulder. Look at me, I mentally plead.

He never once looked at me. Since I saved him from downing in the lake; and on the day of our marriage; even now as he very quietly rises from the bed we share only to rest on every night, in a desperate attempt to flee my side before I rouse. But too bad for him. "Good morning, your highness," I say, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. He flinches at the sound of my voice; his futile plan failing again. His back hunches in defeat. "Morning." "You're up early," I say again, to which he hums simply. Despite his indifference, I inch closer towards him, hoping today would be the day I break the wall he built in between us, separating our hearts from becoming each other's wholly. Reaching for his arm with a touch as gentle as a feather, I lean my cheek over his shoulder. Look at me, I mentally plead. But too bad for me, the person I've been trying to conquer for years is far beyond my reach. A fact that I've known since forever; a fact that I've yet to know when to finally accept. "That's enough." His tone sharp, completely uninterested. "But, Your Highneー" "I have a lot of work waiting for me," he sighs drearily, "please, don't get in my way." As reluctant as I am to give him the words he wants to hear, I forced myself to comply. "Understood..." He never once looked at me. Wrapping his robe loosely around him as he takes his leave for good, I am left once more with the emptiness I've grown accustomed to feeling every moment of my life I spend away from him. I want to wipe his tears away when he longs. But he won't even let me near him. I want to be the person he comes home to at the end of an exhausting day. But he won't even let our conversations last for more than two sentences. I want him to look at me; even not for who I truly am. But he already has his eyes set for someone else. I plop back down the bed, spreading my limbs out to occupy as much space as i can of its wide sheets. My eyes wander to the window, the sun's first few rays peeking in from the curtains. I'm not sure what other methods I should go for and prove effective, but a new day lies ahead so with likewise renewed resolve, I make up my mind. "Pardon my intrusion, Your Highness." I enter his study upon knocking thrice a little later this afternoon, as per proper manners in the palace; a light tray of his favorite snacks in my hands. If I can't get him by telling him how much I love him, then I'll just have to show him I truly care. At least, that's what I want to believe in... But even as I lay the tray down on a nearby table, he still doesn't look at me. He has his attention fixed solely on the huge stack of documents he must thoroughly examine one by one. Oh, how badly I wished to be a sheet of paper instead of human... (or swan.) "Odile," he asks, eyes never leaving the letter he's in the middle of reading, "what in the world are you doing here?" "Your Highness, you've been working so hard. I think, way too hard. So allow me toー" "Allow you to what? No one asked for your opinion about me and I barely have any time to spare!" Siegfried drops his pen and buries his face deep into his hands. Taken aback, I grit my teeth, trying not to let my emotions best me in times like these but the thing in my chest feels too wounded, too sore, too hurt to just brush aside so easily. In the end, we lashed out. It's hard. It literally makes zero sense to me. I simply wanted to be of use to him, to serve him not only as my King, but as his lover too; but he can't seem to understand that. Or maybe, he just doesn't want to understand; because after all, his heart already belongs to someone else. I could've done better, I lament to myself. He never once looked at me. Night falls quicker than I anticipated, but instead of heading straight to our room, I step outside, the cold, evening breeze greeting my skin. The palace looks undeniably beautiful in the light of day, but there's just something about it underneath the glow of the night sky that takes all my breath away. I hug myself tighter, as though taking refuge behind my wings, while I count the stars accompanying the full moon with my eyes. If I'm allowed to be honest, I envy them. The moon has the stars, and the stars have the moon. Despite the darkness threatening to engulf them every night, they remain strong at aiding each other's lights. "Could've been us..." My own voice barely audible to my ears. "But who am I kidding. "I know I'm the one who hindered you from being with the person you loved more than life itself. I 'saved' you, thinking that it was the best course of action the whole world ever needed. But you surely could care less about a thousand worlds more if she isn't present in any of them, no?" I let out a bitter laugh. Tears begin to blur my vision out, so I dart my gaze back up to the night sky; constellations I both know and cannot name seem to twinkle brighter than ever. "So beautiful..." "...I agree." I jolt up in a start. "S-Siegfried!?" "Hello." "H-How long have you been standing there, Your Highness?" He takes a moment to respond. Ironically, with his eyes shut, he answers, and it startles me, "I heard everything." "No, Iー" unable to find the right words, my voice cracks. "...I'm sorry." "Shhh." He takes my hand, for the very first time, squeezing it; as if...as if he never intends to let go. "I should be the one begging you to forgive me." I begin pointing out reasons why he should never ever flip the truth around, but he stops me, cupping both of my cheeks in his warm hands, with large lilac eyes staring right into my soul. "Odile, I'm terribly sorry. I was blinded by rage, I couldn't find where I truly was. And I was so, so horrible to you. But even then, you stayed. You've changed, and yet I doubted you. I took you for granted! That's why I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Odile! I really am..." "...But I tricked you," I interrupt him before he could say more, "and lied to you, andー" "Like I said you've changed." Siegfried takes my hands again, but this time, he plants a kiss upon the back of each. "And although I understand if you don't, but trust me when I say, I have too. So, pleaseー "Please allow me to atone for my sins by devoting my entire life to setting things right between us. We'll make it work. Both of us. Together. I promise." I can't turn back time to undo all the pain I caused him. But listening to him acknowledge me, just as I wished, is like being given another chance to live; to keep trying, and be better. No longer holding back the tears streaming down my face, as a delighted smile brightens his, I gratefully throw my arms around his neck an cling onto my only lifeline. (He truly is my lifeline.) I won't forget any of it. The way you held my hand for the first time, the way you bore your heart open to me, and the promise we made to keep living with our heads held high. I'll treasure you; all of you. Everything we have and will have forevermore. I love you, Siegfried. "Thank you. Thank you so much..." For your eyes finally met mine.

#harusoie #a3! yume #a3 yume #self-shipping #self-insert #vent fic #post swan lake au

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xpeachesncream · 2 years

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intertwined | lowkey drabble

intertwined // drabble three

↘︎ ft. the lowkey!couple

summary: when a bad day leads to unnecessary attitude and assumptions that jungkook doesn’t know how to navigate. thus, the silent treatment.

words: 3.8k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, oc has a bad day and lets it out on kook :/ and he does kinda take it personal, he’s trying his best tho bcos he luvs his peanut, we all have those days where we just need to feel shit out and oc means no harm really, cuddles, making out, unprotected sex, missionary, sweet sweet love makin’

note: hello everyone! i hope you are all having a wonderful holiday season and staying safe out there. i just wanted to drop this drabble i was able to whip up quickly in time for the holidays. i’m not sure when i’ll be back to being super active, but i don’t think it’s far from now as i am slowly getting back to working on my fic projects. thank you all again for your love and support, i truly am grateful for every single one of you. sending you all my love for the holidays ♥️

It was a bad day from the start, even though you tried your hardest to persuade yourself that the little things didn't matter, that a bad day didn't define your entire life. But sometimes, you knew you just had to feel it out. You just had to process the fact that your day was rough, and that was okay. You needed to let out some steam, maybe sit in silence trying to gather yourself after the things you've experienced in one day.

That was all alright.

Well, it should be. Except the fact that everything around you didn't have to get spoiled because of a bad day. Your bad day shouldn't have been anyone else's— your bad day shouldn't have spoiled your dad's good day, your bad day shouldn't have spoiled Jungkook's good day.

Honestly, you don't even know why you're upset the way you are. Usually, these things wouldn't get to you so quickly. Usually, you're able to think rationally and pull yourself together. Usually, you can admit your wrongs and apologize, never throwing attitude or raising your voice unless the situation warranted that kind of response— never just out of the blue. It wasn't entirely your fault that your manager went off on you because apparently, you didn't order the supplies in time.. when in reality, you did. There was just a delay in shipment. It wasn't entirely your fault that the lady at the office yelled at you and called you names because her insurance didn't properly process her claim for her blood tests and procedures. You did your end of it properly, the rest of it didn't rest in your hands. You were hanging on a thread at this point. Then, it most certainly didn't help that your dad cancelled plans on you to hang out with his buddies last minute. It does hurt, truth be told, being that you've been trying to mend this relationship even though you've felt like every time you've taken one step forward, you'll take two steps back. It felt like a never-ending road.

You could have taken it and left the conversation on a good note, but you took the other route— throwing him some petty attitude, remarking that he didn't seem to care enough to fix this relationship like a good father would. Of course he'd hang out with his buddies, they were more important than his daughter. Of course he lost sight of that because of a cancelled father-daughter date. You had been looking forward to spending time with him, but of course, all the emotions already raging within you made you feel like you had been wanting it more than him. Maybe it was stupid.

You're frustrated, angry.

Annoyed.

Bothered.

Whatever it was though, a bad day shouldn't define your life. It should have never slipped through the cracks, presenting and disguising itself as the only definition of your life.

It was just one of them days.

"Fuck." You groaned, tossing your keys onto Jungkook's table, dropping your bag to the floor before throwing yourself onto his bed face down.

"H-Hold on, dude. Y/N just got here, let me— would you give me one fucking second!" Jungkook moves his mic away from his mouth, one part of his headset shoved away from his ear so he could hear you better. "Hi peanut. What's wrong?" His eyes are wide and doe-like through his clear frames as he continues to play his game, field of vision shifting from one corner of the tv to another while he furiously presses the buttons.

"Nothing." You mumbled.

"Sure doesn't sound like nothing."

"Just keep playing, Jungkook." You say with a little bit of sass before you fully turn to face his wall, your back now all he sees. He hears you let out a sigh, causing him to worry.

"Hey, start the round without me. I'll be right back." He scoffs. "Shut the heck up, Taehyung. The only reason why we're winning is because the team is carrying you and we're not letting you do shit. Yeah, yeah. Excuses." Jungkook shakes his head before sliding his headset off and tossing it aside. He sits on the edge of his bed, hand gently brushing the hair away from your face while you continue to stare at the wall. "Wanna tell me what's going on?"

"Didn't I just say to keep playing?" You don't mean to come at him with all this attitude, to be honest. Part of you couldn't really hear yourself right now, and he's a little taken aback at the sudden sourness. Although he knows you both have your days— this was different. You were completely blocking him out.

"Well, I'm not going to until I try and help you out first. The game isn't my priority."

"I never said I needed your help." He's pretty hurt, especially with the way you try and shrug his hand off of your shoulder when he's only trying to be here for you and comfort you.

"Please don't be like that." He deeply sighs.

"Like what?" Your tone is slightly more aggressive at this point, and you still haven't been able to keep your emotions in check. "I said it was nothing, Jungkook. Why don't you do what you do best and go back to playing your video games?" He almost flinches at the statement, watching as you move closer to the wall in the same, fetal position that you had been in. He knows it's nothing personal, he shouldn't take it personal.

But, damn. That hurt.

He was only trying to console you, bring you comfort, yet none of it was working and he felt like he was failing. That statement alone was enough to make it seem like he was a failure. Why wasn't he enough? He doesn't just 'play games,' he had more to him— you were always good at reminding him even on his lowest days. He wasn't sure how to navigate this. It's never been this hard to get through to you.

The more he thought about it, the more he took it personal. You being this upset was making him upset. Instead of trying to talk to him, you were pushing him away and he felt the need to do the same. If you really wanted to play like that, then fine.

So be it.

"Um, okay." He sighs and shifts over, giving you the space you had indirectly asked for. And that's probably the last word you two had spoken to each other in the past hour or so, with Jungkook responding to Taehyung thru the mic from time to time.

You weren't sure why you were getting more annoyed, more restless, either. You knew this wasn't the way to go about things, especially if Jungkook played no part in how your day went. But still— you can't even lie, you were waiting for that reassurance from him and it never came. The first mistake you made was shutting him out, but the next mistake you made was assuming he'd understand your silent treatment and sassiness from the get go.

"So, are we just going to do this?"

"Do what?" Jungkook responds, eyes still on the TV in front of him.

"Sit in silence."

"Not really what I had in mind but looks like we are." You felt your tears welling up. Why was he handling it this way? You were wrong, you knew you were. But, you were having trouble fessing up to it right now.

"Wow."

"You wanted your space Y/N, so I'm giving that to you. I tried comforting you, but you didn't want it. What else do you want me to do?" He glances over his shoulder with a furrowed forehead before looking back at the screen. He didn't even keep contact for 5 seconds.

Most importantly— why the hell was he addressing you by your formal name in that tone? What ever happened to 'peanut' or 'princess?' 'Pretty,' even?

To be quite frank, Jungkook doesn't even understand you right now. You told him to go play games, yet you were over here pouting about the silence. You didn't want him near earlier, but now you do? He can tell you're indirectly asking for his attention, but what is he supposed to do with this? He loved you, loved you a lot, but he didn't think it was right to cave into it. He always wanted to give you everything, always wanted to do everything for you. But, not this way. Not when he had tried but was rejected from the beginning of his efforts, from the moment you walked into his room.

"Whatever Jungkook." You curled into your position even more, tears already streaming down your cheeks.

"Okay." Is all he responds with. And that— that is enough to set you off and throw a dumb ultimatum his way.

"If we aren't gonna do anything then I'll just leave."

"You're having a bad day and I'm not entirely sure what you want from me." He says softly, still hurt by the way you're acting towards him.

"I don't know, maybe a hug? A kiss? Some cuddling? You flat out just gave up and continued doing what you were doing." You said harshly, getting up from his bed to grab your things. He pauses the game after a quick 'hold on' through the mic before turning to you.

"How am I supposed to know what exactly you need at this moment? I tried reaching out to you earlier and you didn't want it. I don't think it's fair for you to assume I should know everything, Y/N. You and I both know that's not how it should be." His face slightly drops. "W-why are you so mad at me? I didn't do anything."

"Right, you didn't." You grabbed your things, shoving your bag strap up your shoulder. "I'll just talk to you later." Jungkook freezes, even as he watches you grab the rest of your things and head out of his room. Of course he's sad that you left, of course he wants to do right by you.

But what would he even apologize for? He wasn't sure.

Relationships.

"Hey, is peanut okay?" Hoseok pops his head into his room and Jungkook shrugs.

"I dunno. She had a bad day or something."

"Why didn't you ask?"

"What makes you think I didn't try and ask?!" His voice almost hits a high pitch at this point, but he manages to pull himself together before he could lose it entirely.

"I don't know?! I was just checking!" Jungkook sighs and shakes his head.

"I think she just needs to cool off."

"Maybe. Whatever it is, I'm sure you two will be good." Hoseok taps the door frame before walking back towards the living room. Kook really hopes so, because right now he's at a loss. He's not sure if he should blow up your phone, drive over or let you cool off on your own. Which, you're in conflict with yourself because you knew you weren't right for all of that, you knew you were in the wrong. Yet, here you were— running off and hoping it'd get brushed under the rug. That wasn't you. You couldn't leave Jungkook like that.

Should you wait a day and let things marinate?

Should you go back in a couple of hours, regardless of how late in the evening it'll be?

Should you just go back now?

You let yourself get home and ponder on your thoughts for a minute, but the more you thought about it, the more uneasy you felt. Even if it seemed like a good idea to let things settle overnight, you couldn't get him off of your mind. You wanted to apologize for acting the way you did, you wanted to make things right. None of this was his fault.

"Ugh, Y/N." You say to yourself as you grab your things to leave. "Why did you do that?" You questioned yourself, all the guilt coming down on you after you've given yourself that moment to sit and think clearly. Maybe you shouldn't have gone straight to Jungkook's after you've taken L after L, then all of this could have been avoided. You felt terrible for having acted out of character, for having assumed Kook would have known everything from the get-go. On top of that, you easily expected him to cave and be the person to pick up the pieces even when he had nothing to do with why your day turned out the way it did.

Parking the same spot, you quickly grab your things from the passenger's seat and head back up to his apartment. Jimin is the one to open the door again and he gives you the same warm welcome he always does. You walk straight towards Jungkook's room, knocking and poking your head in to see him still playing his game with Tae on the other end of that mic.

"Hey." He turns to look at you and his face softens.

"Hey."

"Can we talk?" He nods before pausing the game and letting Taehyung know he was going to step away for a second. You shut his door behind you as he places the controller and headset on the floor.

"What's up?" He watches you take a seat next to him on the edge of the bed.

"I'm so sorry, Kook. I didn't mean anything I said. I just had a really bad day and let it out on you. You didn't deserve any of that." He does a tiny, toothless smile.

"It's alright."

"It's not." You hold onto his hand. "I shouldn't have expected you to know everything. None of this was your fault, and you did nothing wrong."

"Princess, all I ask is that you tell me what's going on." He gives your hand a gentle squeeze before removing his to brush the hair out of your face. "You know I'm always here for you. I always want to know how I can help you. How I can cheer you up and make your day better."

"Yeah, I know."

"Do you?" He looks at you, doe eyes staring straight into yours.

"I do."

"Then talk to me, remember? You told me all of this when we first started dating. Shit went downhill every time assumptions were made."

"I hear you. I'm really sorry, Kook. I shouldn't have done that."

"It's okay, peanut." He cups your cheeks and places a gentle kiss on your forehead. "What really happened today? I-If you're ready to talk about it, I mean." He quickly follows up, thumb gently caressing at your cheek.

"I just got yelled at by my boss and this lady at work, both for things that were out of my control. Then I was supposed to see my dad, but he cancelled last minute to see his friends."

"Oh, that's right." He lets out a small sigh. "I'm sorry, princess. I know how much you were looking forward to hanging out with your dad more. As for the other two, they can both fuck off." You chuckle a bit.

"Yeah, seriously. My boss is usually in a good mood, but I guess she was also having a bad day." Jungkook shrugged. "The cherry on top was the whole thing with my dad. I just felt very.. I don't know. Not a priority? Like us working on our relationship and getting back to the way we were didn't really mean much to him?"

"I'm sure that's not what it is, but he could probably do better with his priorities."

"Yeah." You flatly respond.

"Next time you speak to him, maybe you should tell him that you need to talk to him and it's important. I mean, this is something you should address with him so he knows. He's probably not even aware."

"I guess."

"I'm sure he'll be more than happy to listen and change once he understands how you feel. I think if you wanna keep working at this, you're going to have to start opening up to him again, peanut."

"I know." Jungkook nods. "Thank you."

"Of course."

"Are we okay?"

"Yeah, peanut. Just be patient with me, okay? I'm still learning."

"I know, I know. And I appreciate you a lot." You lean in to give him a peck on the lips, making him smile in return.

"So, how can I actually cheer you up and make your day better?" You giggle.

"I don't know, just cuddle me and kiss me?" He nods.

"That— I can do." He looks at the headset on the floor. "Let me just tell Tae I'm hopping off for the night, okay?" You nod, already getting yourself comfortable by changing into one of his shirts. He switches off the console and tv, joining you in getting ready for bed. He slips himself into the covers after you, propping his arm to let his head rest against the palm of his hand. You lay flatly on your back next to him, fiddling with the fabric of his shirt before Kook breaks the silence. "Anything else that upset you today, pretty?"

"No."

"You sure?" You look up at him and nod.

"I am." He wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer, his body heat keeping you warm and cozy.

"Come here then?" You snuggle up against him, finger tracing down his chest.

"Thank you for being so good to me." You say close to a whisper, eyes darting from your finger to his eyes.

"You only deserve the very best and I'm trying to be that for you no matter what." He responds. "Y/N?"

"Mhm?"

"Can I kiss you?"

"Yes you can." You smile as he brings his lips forward— soft, pink, plump lips meeting yours. He fixes his position so that he's slightly hovering over you now, arm wrapped tightly around you, fingers giving your side a gentle squeeze. You moan into the kiss as soon as it deepens, tongues twirling and dancing around each other while you feel Jungkook hardening against your thigh. Your hand travels down his chiseled abs, tracing down his Apollo's belt, before dipping into his boxers to stroke him gently.

"I thought—" He briefly pulls away and pecks you on the jaw. "You wanted to kiss and cuddle." He plants soft, feathery kisses along your neck.

"Can't really ignore the fact that you're hard against my thigh, now can't I?"

"Sorry, princess. You know we don't have to—"

"I always want to." You respond breathily when he comes back up to meet your gaze. You kiss him once more, tugging on his bottom lip as he lets out a small moan.

"Okay." He nods, slipping himself out of his boxers before helping you out of his shirt and your panties.

"Need you inside, Kook."

"But—" He looks down. "Are you sure?"

"Promise. Just wanna feel you, babe." He nods again, stroking himself before positioning himself to be in line with you. Right now, all he wanted to do was take care of you, feel you, soothe you.

"Tell me if I need to stop, okay?" He bites onto his bottom lip as he slowly edges into you and watches the pleasure wash over your facial expression. He lets out a moan, feeling how tight and warm you are wrapped around him. "Ohhhh— holy shit." He lets out a shaky breath when he bottoms out.

"Feels so good." You whimper, hands resting around his neck.

"How do you want it?" You shake your head.

"I don't know, just want you. All of you."

"Okay, pretty. I think I got you." You let out a tiny chuckle before he comes down to kiss you a little more. He slowly pumps in and out, hand pressed against your side as he continues to kiss you, tongue you down.

You begin to wrap your legs around his waist as he finally pulls away and lowers himself closer to your body, your arms also wrapped tightly around his neck. He slides in and out, slowly, deeply. Letting you feel every inch of him with every movement. Your hands are roaming up his short, black hair, grabbing at the ends every now and then when he hits a certain spot.

This— This is exactly how you wanted to be. Intertwined, together, full.

All of him.

"God, I love you." He pants against your neck, clit rubbing against his abdomen with every thrust. "I really love you."

"I love you, too— hmmmgh— please, Kook. Keep going."

"Yeah, fuck. You're so perfect. So perfect for me." He says near your ear before nibbling on your ear lobe. The way you wrapped your legs around him made you feel extra tight, extra warm, like he belonged right here. He continues to take it deep and slow, the both of you releasing low and soft moans. He takes your hands from behind his neck and places it down on the pillow, tightly lacing his fingers with yours while he continued to fuck into you.

The sweet, sweet sounds of your moans and your wet pussy glazing his cock— it was absolute bliss.

Absolute bliss just to be wrapped up in you, to be yours. Through the good and bad days, through thick and thin.

"I'm close, princess. Cum with me." He whispers, lips grazing yours. You nod, your high tipping over the edge as you match his movements and keep your legs wrapped around him.

You feel him.

"Kook, yes. Just like that. I'm gonna— I'm gonna—"

"Cumming, oh fuck!" He groans, hand tightening its grip on yours.

"Kook—Kook—" You whine repeatedly until you reach your own orgasm, twitching as Jungkook continues to thrust to empty the rest of himself within you. When you both finally come down from your highs, Jungkook lazily smiles at you before planting small kisses on your face. You giggle, the both of you letting out a small whimper when he removes himself from within you.

"That was so good." You run your hand through your hair and adjust the sheets to cover your body while Kook positions himself next to you.

"I mean I hope it always is." You smile.

"Yeah, it always is."

"You're not just saying that, right?"

"Of course not." He chuckles.

"It's nice to hear."

"Yeah, yeah." He pulls you onto his chest and holds you tightly.

"I love you, peanut. I know I probably say this a lot, but you really do mean a lot to me. Bad days aren't gonna make me think differently of you, so please let me know what I can do to make you feel better."

"Thank you, Kook. You know I'm here for you too. I won't do that again. It was wrong of me."

"As long as we learn together, right?"

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v-hope · 3 years

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Fall Out, 9:47PM — Belong

Warning: Familiar argument/fight and violence (nothing major).

Feeling his pocket vibrate over and over as Jimin kept spamming him with texts for him to go back downstairs where the party was taking place, he kept on walking, completely ignoring his best friend’s pleads, as he knew all too well that Jimin would not make a scene, which would definitely happen if he ran after him to stop him.

It wasn’t like he was trying to start a fight or anything. He had just seen you talk to your parents by the other side of the room — neither of you looking precisely happy as you made your way upstairs, where Jimin had pointed out your bedroom was. And, although he was dying to know what was going on, he knew he could always ask you afterwards. It was watching Sungjin going up right after you, what made him decide he was joining whatever was happening up there as well.

After all, he was your boyfriend. Not Sungjin. Even if the entire world believed otherwise.

It took him a good couple of minutes to find your room, for the mansion you used to live in was way bigger than he had expected — the music downstairs being barely audible anymore as he kept walking deeper into the second floor. He would probably have ended up giving up and going back down with Jimin to keep on drinking his feelings away, if it weren’t for the fact that he caught a glimpse of Sungjin after having turned right into what he thought, and hoped, was the last hallway.

Lee remained outside of a white door that Taehyung supposed belonged to your bedroom — palms lightly pressed to it as he tried his best to listen to what you and your parents were talking about inside.

“Stalker much?” Taehyung couldn’t help but call out once he reached his side, voice quiet as he tried his best for you not to listen to them from the other side of the door.

Sungjin rolled his eyes, taking a step back from the door. “Just worried”.

“What’s there to be worried about?”

“Y/N’s trying to talk them out of going on the trip, that won’t end up well”.

Taehyung frowned, clear panic mixed with confusion in his eyes. “What trip?”

Sungjin froze, petrified eyes locking with Taehyung’s to try and find out whether he was playing dumb or not.

“Yah, what trip are you talking about?” Taehyung pushed it.

“She… She didn’t tell you?”

He shook his head no. And for a moment there, staring into the dumbfounded and quite worried expression on Sungjin's face, he forgot that he didn’t know about your relationship to begin with. He seemed way too aware not to.

Nevertheless, even if Sungjin didn’t know you and Taehyung had been a couple for a good amount of months by now, he was not stupid — the chemistry between the two of you, and the way you cared for one another, were too much for him not to notice. Therefore, he was indeed taken aback over you not telling Taehyung you were going on a family trip with him.

Before Sungjin could even begin to try and give him an explanation, however, both their heads snapped back to the door — the voices inside becoming louder and closer to where they were standing. Just enough for them to be heard through the door, even more considering both guys pressed their ears to it without a second thought.

“You never listen to me!” your exasperated voice was the first one they heard. “I don’t want to do this anymore, just let me go already”.

“You can still change your mind, dear” your mother spoke up. “We said one year and we’re not giving up on showing you that you belong here until the last second”.

“Will you ever leave me alone after that?” your broken words made Taehyung feel uneasy. “Because this one year was supposed to be for me to show you I could survive on my own, which, by the way, I already did. It was never for you to convince me to stay”.

“We would be morons not to try and make you stay, dear”.

“I’m starting to believe the two of you will sabotage my life until I come crawling back here with you”.

“All we’re asking is for you to consider your choices until the year is done. We’re not monsters, darling” it was your father the one to speak up this time, causing Taehyung to roll his eyes right as you scoffed quite loudly.

“Lately that is all I can see you two as”.

“Excuse me?”

“What I just said,” although your voice trembled, it was confident enough. “I love you both so much, but all you’ve done this past year is make my life harder. I loved my life here, with its ups and downs, until the Jimin incident happened and you guys became even more controlling than you ever were”.

“We just want what’s best for you” your mother tried to make you understand. “All we want is for you to have the best things in life, Y/N”.

“And I have everything I need back home with Taehyung”.

Sungjin’s eyes snapped up to Taehyung, who bit the inside of his cheek, trying his best not to smile at your words, as your relationship had apparently been exposed to your fake fiancé right then.

“Please, that is not your home” your mother laughed, in a way that made your boyfriend’s blood boil. “You belong here, dear. You’re a Kim. You have always been and will always be a Kim. I know you will come to your senses and marry Sungjin so you can take after our business with your brother. You’re coming with us and that’s final”.

“Watch me. I’m not going on that trip”.

That’s when the doorknob turned and you came out of the room, stopping in your tracks when you stood face to face with the two nosy guys who didn’t know where to hide right then.

“What are you doing here?” your father’s voice was heard over yours — threatening eyes not on Sungjin, but on Taehyung.

Your boyfriend, however, did not take one step back. “Trying to find out what’s going on here”.

“I will tell you what’s going on here, handsome” your mother interrupted, unintentionally using the pet name you had for him — in a despective way, of course. He hated it. “Our daughter deserves better than you. She will come with us on a family trip with Sungjin and his family, so she can spend some quality time with her fiancé and realise how much happier she would be if she just married him and stayed here with us”.

“I’m not staying”.

“Whether you like it or not, this is reality” your mother kept talking to Taehyung regardless of your addition. “Did you really think a heiress like her could fall for a cheap artist like you?”

“Don’t you dare talk to him like that” you defended him in a heartbeat.

Taehyung, on the other hand, stayed silent.

He knew that was not what you thought. He had heard you only one minute ago tell your parents that you wanted to be with him, that your home was with him. Nevertheless, it hurt. Hearing all those things hurt, because they were exactly what he had been thinking when he saw you act ever so happily with your guests downstairs as your birthday gala went on.

No mater how many actual proof he had of you wanting to stay with him, he couldn’t help but think that there was still a chance, as small as it could be, of you coming back here with your parents and leaving him. Maybe it was the trauma of having lost all his loved ones before, he wasn’t sure. But, whatever it was, he couldn’t help but feel like he would lose you in the end.

They were right, in a way. You were used to this lifestyle. And he wished he could give you this kind of life. But he couldn’t. He could not afford it. He would never be able to afford it.

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that” your mother fought back. “You still are my daughter, dear. Know your place”.

“Please,” you let out a breathy laugh. “I’ve known my place all along. Now you should take a hint and know yours, mother. Taehyung is my boyfriend”.

“And I am your mother”.

“I don’t care who you are! I love him! I love him and I’m staying with him, whether you like it or n—”

Your words were cut off by a burning feel in your cheek, one that a second later you learned had been caused by your mother’s hand colliding with it.

That was all it took for the two guys present to run next to you. Taehyung was faster, though — warm, familiar hands cupping your face and checking up on your already swollen cheek, his worried eyes silently asking your teary ones if you were okay, only glaring at your mother once you had nodded your head.

“What is wrong with you?!”

“I’m her mother, she owes me respect”.

“She owes you nothing!” he pulled you to him. “She is an adult, why can’t you get that?”

“We do not owe you any explanations” your father said, so calmingly it was infuriating.

“I would like an explanation, though” Sungjin mumbled. “Since I could possibly be marrying into this family”.

“Sungjin-ah…” your mother warned him.

“You just hit your daughter. In front of our eyes. You cannot possibly believe that is alright”.

“I believe the two of you don’t have a say in this”.

“As her possible future husband, I think I do”.

“And as her actual boyfriend,” Taehyung’s low voice caught their attention. “I will be taking her away from you now”.

Before they could stop you, his hand travelled up to your shoulder, securely keeping you by his side as he turned around and guided you away from the dramatic scene you had been involved in.

“I wouldn’t stop her from going on the trip with us tomorrow if I were you” your father spoke up as the two of you walked away from them. “Wouldn’t want your precious art to go downhill”.

“Whatever”.

You stared up at him, not being able to hide just how much both your father’s threat and Taehyung’s careless answer had worried you. Daring your parents was like playing with fire, and you didn’t want him to burn — especially not when he had found himself involved in this whole situation because of you.

All the confidence you had once felt about not going on the trip no matter what card they pulled on you, gone. For they were no longer using a card against you, but on him. You could not drag him into a fight that wasn’t his.

But he didn’t seem to mind. And, if he did, he was hiding it very damn well. With his eyes fixed ahead of you, he did nothing but keep walking aimlessly.

Although his first thought had been to take you home, he couldn’t ignore the fact that the place was filled with paps waiting outside so they could pester with questions and picture whoever it was that left the gala. Definitely not the way to go when you’re trying to keep a relationship secret. So, instead, he took you to one of the bathrooms on the second floor — informing you where he wanted to go and having you point out for him where the closest bathroom was.

Once inside, he made sure to lock the door, later lifting you up by your waist and sitting you down on the sink. Turning the hot water on, he wet a small towel and gently pressed it to the swollen skin on your cheek, causing a small whimper to escape your mouth at the contact.

“Are you really okay?” his eyes fixed on yours.

You nodded, a small smile curving up the corners of your lips. “Should’ve seen the one she gave me after finding out about Jimin and I”.

“It’s not funny” he shook his head, eyes just as worried as before.

“Sorry” you lowered your head. “I’m okay, though. It hurt me more what she said to you”.

“It was nothing” he lied, pressing the towel to your face one last time before he put it down next to you on the sink.

“None of it is true” you reassured him.

“Even the trip bit?”

You bit your lip, feeling your chest tighten as you knew you could no longer keep this from him; not when you had not managed to make your parents change their mind. You shook your head no. “That part is true…”

“So you’re truly going on a ‘family trip’ with them” his voice let you know just how bad he was not having it. “When?”

You said nothing, staring down at your hands resting on your lap as you nervously fidgeted with your fingers.

“Y/N?” he pushed it, your silence alone letting him know he would not like the answer he was looking for. “When are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow”.

Silence.

And then, a breathy laugh escaped his mouth — an incredulous one, with no signs of humor in it whatsoever.

“Tomorrow?” he repeated. “You’re leaving tomorrow for God knows how long, on a trip with the one guy you’re possibly marrying, and you’re only now telling me?”

“I’m not marrying him” you mumbled.

“Were you even planning on telling me at all?” he asked, not seeming to care about your quiet correction. “Or were you just leaving tomorrow and letting me know once you were in a hotel room on the other side of the world?”

“Don’t be like that…”

“Then how do you want me to be, Y/N? Don’t I have a right to know my girlfriend is going on a trip with another guy?”

“I was trying to stop the trip altogether” you tried to explain. “That’s why I was talking to my parents. I do not want to go, Taehyung. I was trying to make them change their mind”.

“Well, that surely worked” he mumbled.

“I’m sorry” you held his hands in yours. “I tried, I really did”.

“So that’s it?” he asked coldly. “You’re going?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“Yes!” he took a step back, hands slipping from yours. “You do. You’ve had a choice all along, yet you’ve decided to still follow your parents’ orders even after all this time”.

“My father literally threatened your career if I ended up not going”.

“I don’t care what he does to my career. I can go back to work part time and keep it as a hobby for all I care”.

“I won’t let you do that”.

“I told you I don’t care about it,” his voice turned stern. “Why do you?”

“Because I don’t want to be the reason your life is sabotaged”.

“My life is being sabotaged right now and it’s got nothing to do with my art”.

That had you furrowing your eyebrows in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“This, right now” he pointed to you and back at him. “I want to be with you, Y/N. But you’re not letting me, you’re making all the decisions for me”.

“I’m not making any decisions for you”.

“Yes, you are” he threw his head back in exasperation. “You’re choosing my career over you right now and I’m not even getting a say on it. It’s supposed to be my decision and I’d choose you in a heartbeat”.

“Taehyung…”

“Just stay here” he pleaded in a small whisper, his forehead faintly resting on yours. “With me”.

You bit your bottom lip, in a poor attempt at stopping it from trembling as your eyes welled up with tears. “I can’t…” you managed to whisper. “I can’t risk it. Even if I did stay, you would end up hating me for having ruined for you what you love the most”.

“I love you the most”.

You shook your head no. Your heart hurt more with every passing second. “It’s only going to be a couple of days. We won’t be there for longer than a week, an—”

“I don’t care how long it’s going to be,” he once again withdrew from your touch. “I don’t want you to go”.

“Taehyung, they have contacts in every single art gallery in the country” you pointed out, letting him know what he would be facing.

“I don’t care” he repeated, growing more frustrated by the second. “I’ve been very understanding when it comes to keeping our relationship a secret and you going out with Sungjin and acting like a couple all the time we’ve been dating, but I am not letting you go on a romantic trip with him”.

“It’s not a romantic trip”.

“No, you’re right. It’s a family trip” his words sounded venomous. “Do you know how much more that hurts? You’re supposed to be my family, not his”.

“I am!” you cupped his face, pulling him close enough for your forehead to rest on his. “I am your family, handsome. I’m never going to be his. But it’s just this once,” your thumbs softly caressed his cheeks. “Just this once, and then the last month will be gone and I won’t ever have to go out with him and act like a couple again”.

Taehyung shook his head, defeatedly closing his eyes. “It won’t end there,” he sighed. “You know that, right? After the trip there will be a family dinner, then maybe another gala, then a proposal, th—”

“No” you cut him off. “No, that won’t happen. I won’t let it happen”.

“They threatened us with my career, Y/N. They won’t let that card go” he reminded you. “And although I don’t care about it, you seem to do”.

“I just can’t bear to be the reason your dream goes to waste. I know my parents” you tried to explain. “This one month left will be over soon…”

“Why not stop everything now then?”

“They won’t let me. The deal was one year, they won’t let me give the remaining month up, don’t you think I’ve tried already?” your voice broke. “If I had known I would fall for you three months in, I wouldn’t have agreed to one year”.

He sighed, feeling his own eyes well up with tears, yet doing his best to stop them from falling. “I don’t want you to go…”

“I promise it will be just for a few days”.

“Just a few days are enough for you to change your mind”.

You froze at his words, a part of you understanding what he meant, yet not wanting to believe it. “What?”

Taehyung bit the inside of his cheek. He had said it out of spite, out of hurt, but it was done, and now you were waiting for an answer. So, he gave you one.

“I saw how happy you looked tonight. The way you would talk with those girls you’ve always said are not your friends. The way you would lock your arm with Sungjin’s and smile next to him all night long”.

“There are cameras everywhere, I was acting”.

“Didn’t look like acting” he mumbled.

You sighed, fixing your hair as you tried to come up with the right words. “I admit I did enjoy myself every now and then, but that doesn’t mean I want to stay here”.

“Try saying that after multiple nights having caviar and champagne for dinner”.

“You’re being unfair”.

“I am being unfair?” he scoffed. “I’m not the one going on a trip with the person I could end up marrying”.

“I won’t end up marrying him!” you repeated what you had been saying for over a year now. “I love you, not him. I won’t leave you and I will not marry him. You just… don’t trust me at all, do you?”

“Don’t try to turn the tables” he warned you.

“No, I know I hurt you and I know I’m in the wrong, and that you have all the right to be mad at me right now. But you should know better than to believe I will just drop what we have over a fancy life”.

“Well, it’s been nearly a year and you still haven’t let this double life of yours go. Plus, you didn’t move out because you hated this lifestyle, but because you didn’t want an arranged marriage, so…”

“So that’s what you think? That I will fall right back for this lifestyle’s charms and end up leaving you?” you tried to look for his eyes, only to have him stare intently to the wall on the side. “Do you think I changed from the way I was when we first met at all?”

He shrugged, and it was the fact that he stayed silent for a few seconds, actually considering his answer, what hurt you the most. “They’re your parents after all. Your family… or at least your biological one. You still love them no matter how bad they treat you, and I guess I get it. You just don’t seem ready to let them go”.

“I just told my parents that I love you and am staying with you” you pushed it.

“Words mean nothing when you’re showing the exact opposite” his words felt like a bucket of ice cold water being thrown at you. “If you wanted to stay with me like you say, we wouldn’t be having this argument right now”.

“It’s not that simple, you know that” you whispered.

He shrugged, saying nothing else as his eyes remained fixed anywhere else but in yours.

“I don’t see this conversation going anywhere anymore” you managed to quietly say, when you could no longer take the overwhelming silence that had taken over the room.

“On that we agree” he stated, taking another step back. “I’ll head back home”.

“I’ll be there once we’re done here”.

Taehyung nodded, reaching for the door and stopping once his hand was on the knob. He took a deep breath. “I’ll sleep in the guest room tonight”.

Your chest tightened, finding it hard to both breathe and speak, but you managed to do so nevertheless. “What’s the point of me going back home then?”

“Don’t you have clothes to pack?” his head turned to you.

You shrugged, avoiding his eyes. “I can manage with what I have here”.

“Right. You can manage” his jaw tensed, the same way his hand tensed around the doorknob. “Stay here then”.

And without another word, he left.

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gingersnaaps · 3 years

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too much of a good thing

he's so sweet, so kind, so dumb - is bokuto really capable of anything besides the best intentions?

wc: ~2.7k

tags/tw's(PLEASE READ): explicit n*fw, dubcon sex to noncon creampie, manipulation, lovebombing and then neglect, overstimulation, cunnilingus, fingering, penetration, a lil angst, timeskip!bokuto, fem!reader with inner genitals

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Being subtle was never really Bokuto’s thing, not even in the beginning.

In some ways, you suppose that you’re lucky - that you’re better off than your friends who you would always hear complaining, muttering about boys who didn't like to commit, didn’t like labels, who didn’t like texting first or buying gifts or putting in any effort at all.

Barely a week into your relationship, you come home from work with your head dizzy and feet aching from exhaustion, and discover a dozen bouquets of roses on your doorstep. Crimson petals are littered everywhere, strewn against the grey concrete of the steps, and although you feel your neck and face heating up with embarrassment at the grand gesture, you can’t suppress the smile that tugs at the corner of your lips.

He really was so sweet. Who cares if he wasn’t exactly shy about expressing it?

None of the other guys you’ve dated before had sent you good morning texts quite like his, filled with exclamation points and emojis, and none of them had tried nearly as hard as Bokuto does with his breathy, eager i love you’s, his frequent hugs whenever he gets the chance to see you, or even his phone calls that come twice, three times, even four times in the middle of the day.

But the more days that pass by, the more intense it gets.

He picks you up after work all the time, cupping your face in his hands, eyes gleaming almost unnaturally bright. “I love you,” he’ll whisper. “You’re so wonderful, baby. You’re perfect. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you.”

You can’t help but think that these are the sort of words that come months into a relationship, if not years, but… there’s nothing really wrong with what he’s doing, is there? There’s no reason you should be uneasy, no indication of even the slightest hint of trouble on his part.

You’re probably just paranoid.

Bokuto doesn’t stop at words, though - he earns a good sum of money from his job playing professional volleyball, and he’s never hesitant to use it on you. A week after he leaves you the roses, he asks you out on a date to a restaurant you know is ridiculously expensive, and the uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach grows as you scroll through pictures of the establishment on Google Images.

“I don’t think I can afford it, Bo,” you tell him, voice hesitant and crackly over the phone. “If we go, I won’t be able to pay my share.”

“So?”

It’s just a word, but the implication isn’t lost on you. And if he’s fine with paying for you, if he’s okay with the hundreds of dollars you’ll be owing him, well - there’s no good reason to turn him down, right?

During the date, you talk with him as you spoon bites of delicate food into your mouth. The restaurant is too lavish, the plush velvet carpeting and crystal chandeliers almost a parody of luxury. You’re pretty sure the utensils are half the price of your rent.

He leans over in the middle of the meal, expression suddenly serious. “You’re enjoying this, right?” he asks.

“I am. I’m kinda lucky, aren’t I? Being spoiled like this.”

“Yeah,” he replies, his grin so bright it could rival the sun. “You really are.”

And suddenly - just for a moment - you catch a glimpse of something slightly off about his whole expression, as if it was a mask waiting to be ripped off to reveal something much, much different underneath, but the fleeting moment is gone so quickly you convince yourself that it’s just your eyes playing tricks on you.

Bokuto has been nothing if not perfect, after all. If you’re uneasy, it’s probably just because you aren’t used to being treated like this, aren’t used to someone that lavishes you with constant gifts and praise and displays of affection like he does. On the way back in the taxi, he whispers everything he loves about you softly in your ear, his arm snaking around your waist as his thumb rubs tender circles into your skin. His body is pressed so close to yours, his breath gently tickling your ear, warmth radiating out from his firm, muscled body.

He’s so good to you.

It doesn’t last forever.

Bokuto’s affection dries up slowly, but his presence has been such a constant in your life that it’s impossible for you not to notice.

Some mornings, you find yourself waking up to a hollow feeling in your chest as you check your message notifications and find nothing - no late night rants, no funny pictures, no enthusiastic, joyful good morning texts. During the day, the silence now stretches on for hours too long, uncomfortably empty and devoid of the persistent calls that you used to get every single hour.

When he does see you, he’s remarkably reserved - eyes always downcast, fingers fidgeting incessantly, clearly disinterested in what you’re doing, what you’re saying - in fact, disinterested in all of you.

Maybe he’s just busy with volleyball, you rationalize, but your stomach churns with anxiety and deep down, you know that something’s changed.

You try and ignore the dull ache inside of you that seems to follow you around wherever you go, a little voice inside your head constantly reminding you of what Bokuto used to do. Two months ago, he would’ve picked you up. He would’ve sent you flowers today. He would’ve taken you out to eat.

It builds up slowly and steadily, a crescendo of pain that grows in volume the longer he’s gone, like a tidal wave of confusion and hurt that swirls around inside you - until one day, you’re sitting by yourself in the car, sobbing quietly in the cramped darkness.

At least he doesn’t turn you away when you show up on his doorstep.

Your eyes are rimmed with red, streaks of eye makeup running down your face as a frown twists at his features. “Please, Bo,” you whisper. “Let me make it up to you.”

And you’re not exactly sure what you did, but you want to fix it, want him back in your life, want to wake up to his smiles and his laughter and his incessant, boundless energy, and you know you’re willing to do anything to get that back.

“Really?” he asks, eyes glimmering faintly with hope.

You nod almost imperceptibly, about to reply yes, yes, want you back so bad, when he grabs your waist with his hands and pulls you in for a kiss so passionate it borders on harsh. It’s a whirlwind of teeth and tongue, a mix of sucking and licking and biting that leaves you gasping for breath, your red lips swollen and slick with spit.

He pulls you inside, his hands roaming all over your body, groping and squeezing at your supple flesh, goosebumps running down your spine as he brings a hand up to brush against your nipple. For the first time in weeks, you see excitement on his face, and his voice trembles as he leans close in. “Let me take care of you,” he says. “Wanna make you feel good.”

And even though there’s apprehension crawling under your skin at his sudden mood swing, you’re so, so glad this version of Bokuto is back that you brush off that hesitation, the mixture of happiness and anticipation overwhelming every single thought in your mind.

As his fingertips graze the soft skin of your torso, his hands - so much larger than yours - maneuver your body around with such ease and grace that you barely notice when you end up on his couch, legs spread wide open as he looks up from between your thighs hungrily. “I - fuck, I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he says, out of breath, eyes running over the swollen outline of your cunt.

You whimper softly as his nose brushes up against your clit, his piercing, golden eyes still gazing intently up at you.

He doesn’t waste any of his time teasing you, his flat of his tongue sliding up along your slit with the perfect amount of pressure to leave you squirming. It’s almost as if he knows exactly where to lick and suck, eagerly pressing his tongue up against your clit in insistent circles, lapping at your dripping pussy until your juices are running down his chin. He’s so eager in between your legs, and everytime he finds a spot that makes your legs tremble needily, he gives it so much attention that you already start to feel that wave of pleasure building in your core.

“Don’t stop,” you pant, your hands sliding into his hair as your hips thrust upwards. “Please.”

Bokuto doesn’t need you to tell him that. Shouldn’t have wasted your breath, he thinks idly, diving in and eating you out with renewed vigor.

When his tongue glides around your spasming cunt and dips in briefly, you can’t stop the moan that tumbles from your lips. His tongue is so stupidly long and flexible, sliding inside and licking at your sensitive walls, curling up and brushing against your g-spot until you start to shudder and tremble under him.

You cum embarrassingly quick, your hips jerking and stuttering wildly as he finishes you off. He fucks you through your orgasm, sucking gently at your clit until the border between pain and pleasure starts to blur and you’re moaning so loudly he thinks the neighbors will have complaints for him the next morning.

“Feel good, baby?” he asks, voice sending vibrations through your pussy.

“Yeah,” you mumble.

“How about another?”

Your eyes widen. “W-what?”

“I think you can handle it, right?” a huge grin splits his face as he spreads your pussy apart with two fingers, looking at your swollen, spent cunt. He barely gives your chance to respond before he trails his fingers against your lips, fingers teasing in and out of your slick entrance.

This time, Bokuto uses his hands to stretch you out, inserting his digits one by one until three of his thick, long fingers are nestled inside of your pussy. He thrusts them languidly in and out, his fingertips caressing your nerves until you’re tense and wound up for him again.

“Come on,” he encourages. “You can take it.”

Your brain is hazy from the stimulation, barely registering anything but pleasure as his fingers search and probe like they have some sort of job to do. You feel damp with heat and moisture, the pulsing, burning need in between your legs insistent and demanding.

“Almost there,” he breathes, voice raspy with arousal. A fourth finger brushes up against your lips, and the thought of more stretch, more stimulation, more pleasure, has you clenching desperately against the ones that your cunt is already spread out on.

You sob, your body strung out and wrecked, suspended on the tipping point of another orgasm.

As you cum again, the feeling of relief - white-hot and blinding - rips along your core. You’re not sure you’ve experienced anything quite so intense before, and as you look down at him, hands still manipulating your cunt so expertly, you don’t know if he has the intention of stopping anytime soon.

He stands up and your eyes drift to his cock, flushed purple and almost painfully hard, dripping with precum. His hand strokes along his shaft, soft curses muttered under his breath, but he opens them wide again and looks down at you sadly. “I’m so sorry,” he says, voice pleading. “I don’t have any condoms.”

Bokuto sounds so genuine, his tone kind and filled with regret, and guilt begins to sting at your conscience. He’s made you feel so fucking good, given you the best orgasms of your life - is it really fair if you leave him wanting and unsatisfied?

You’re fucked halfway out of your mind when you answer, eyes still fixated on his cock, head swimming with thoughts of how much you want to please him.

“It’s fine,” you say, your words slurred and hesitant. “You can.. you can use me. Use my pussy to get you off. Jus’ pull out at the end.”

Ecstasy flashes across his face, and he looks down eagerly. “Fuck, babe. You’re so perfect. I love you.”

You hadn’t heard those words for weeks.

His strong arms pick you up easily, maneuvering you around until he’s the one sitting on the couch and your cunt is positioned right over his dick. His hands grip tightly at your waist, fingertips pressing so insistently that you’re sure you’ll wake up the next morning with bruises dotting your skin. He lowers you down slowly, carefully, groaning as he fills you up and the warmth of your cunt envelopes him whole.

He already looked big, just from the cursory glance you’d taken earlier, but as you feel the tip of his cock shove against your cervix, your breath almost catches at how you feel your walls expanding to accommodate all of him.

The drag of his curved cock up against your sensitive walls leaves your legs trembling and squirming, but he holds you firmly down as he thrusts up inside over and over. “Stay still,” he coos. “Let me take care of you.”

Bokuto starts off gently, fucking you with shallow little thrusts that have you panting with desperation. He can tell by the way your cunt is fluttering that you're craving more, that the two orgasms he gave you earlier just wasn’t enough for a greedy girl like you, and he relishes the way your small hands grip desperately at his shirt.

He raises you up off his cock, running the tip up and down your slit until your pussy throbs, and slams you back down again. The rhythm he maintains is steady and even, bouncing you up and down on his cock like a ragdoll, whispering stuttered curses and phrases of endearment against your ear, making you shiver from the overload of stimuli.

“Feels so amazing,” he moans. “Gonna.. Gonna cum soon.”

The heat in your core grows intense at the thought of his orgasm, involuntarily whining, and you start to rock your hips back and forth in an attempt to search out more friction.

Bokuto knows he promised to pull out. He knows that it wouldn’t be right if he stayed buried inside your cunt. But how is he supposed to stop himself when you feel this good, wrapped so obediently around him like a perfect little fuck doll? And the heat of your cunt is gripping incredibly tight all around his length, your little squirms and shivers so adorable as he uses you to get himself off.

He can’t help himself.

With one last, desperate thrust, he lets go, thick spurts of cum filling you up until he’s sure your insides are dripping white, and he caresses your stomach where your womb would be in satisfaction. It feels so good to cum inside of a tight cunt, much better than it would’ve if he’d forced himself to pull out, he thinks. And you look so pretty all full and leaking with his seed.

It takes you a moment to fully register the warm, wet feeling pooling inside you, your brain too fucked out, too stupid from the constant stimulation to truly understand what exactly dripping from your slit is.

When you do realize - oh god, he came inside me - panic starts to grip at the edges of your frayed nerves, your vision tunneling as the magnitude of what had just happened hits you. Tears start to blur the world around you, the dim lighting of his living room merging the furniture and warping the walls, and you faintly register the feeling of arms wrapped tight around you, a hand reaching up to caress soothingly at your cheek.

“You know,” Bokuto whispers, face lit up in wonder. “I think we’re soulmates.”

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𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚! 𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳: 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, justifying, encouraging, nor promoting mafia behavior or lifestyle. This is all a work of fiction and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

Warnings: Suggestive themes but nothing too explicit, scenes containing violence and kidnappings.

❥𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓗𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰

Hongjoong could already sense that something was off the moment he noticed the door wasn't locked and even more worrying was the fact it was slightly ajar. Quickly taking out his gun just in case, he kicked open the door and widened his eyes as it appeared like some struggle took place. Chairs were turnt over, busted picture frames and glass scattered across the floor, and even more terrifying, droplets of blood were seen.

"Y/N!" He quickly remembered about his spouse.

Running into the bedroom, it was in an even bigger disarray than the living room. On the bed, there was a note folded for him to read. Carefully opening it with trembling hands, his eyes took in each letter. Furiously, he crumbled up the paper and quickly dialed his most trusted friend.

"Get the squad ready."

Although you expected that sooner or later you'd be targeted just for the fact you were married to Hongjoong, nothing could have prepared you for it. After all, Hongjoong didn't seem to care much about you, treating your marriage strictly like a business deal and hardly interacting with you. It wouldn't have surprised you if he didn't even care enough to show up and save you.

But you were wrong when he broke in himself and got you safely out of there, despite having suffered quite a few injuries that had you worrying.

"Stop fretting over it, it's just a scratch." He told you when you tried to wipe the blood trickling down the side of his head wound.

"I'm sorry......you're hurt because I-"

"No one is to blame here but me. I chose to go after you and rescue you because I wanted to. If anything, I should be apologizing for getting you in this situation in the first place."

Sighing softly, you tugged at the dirtied sleeves of your shirt.

"It's not like it's really your fault. We were thrown together and naturally they thought they could get the upper hand if they captured me. And to be honest.....you didn't have to save me. I know you don't care about-"

With a loud gasp, you shut up when Hongjoong unexpectedly sat up and kissed you. You were stunned to react and even more shocked by his next words.

"I always cared. And that's precisely why you were kidnapped. From the start, I acted as if I didn't care about you to protect you. They would have never taken you if they thought that I had no regards for you whatsoever. However, I obviously couldn't hide my feelings that well, given the taunting letter they left me. As soon as I read it, I knew I had to get you back to me as soon as possible."

Kissing the top of your forehead, Hongjoong smiled at you for the first time in your marriage life.

"And I'm happy to take you back to our home, where you rightfully belong."

❥𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝔀𝓪

Putting the finishing touches on your makeup and fixing your hair, you beamed with joy at your reflection in the mirror. You felt truly beautiful and walked out into the living room, where your handsome husband was currently on his phone, no doubt talking about some business things with Hongjoong. He seemed to always be busy, never having any time for anything else.

Including you, which somewhat hurt you.

"I'm ready." You told him, shyly tucking some of your hair behind your ear as you hoped he'd like the dress you were wearing, choosing a blue color since you knew it was his favorite.

"Ok. Go wait out in the limousine, I'll be there shortly."

Barely even giving you a glance, he dialed Hongjoong up and continued to further discuss some matters. Sighing softly, you walked rather disappointed out to the car, slamming the door behind you. When Seonghwa joined you a few minutes later, you didn't even care to hide your anger and frustration at him. You still had a scowling look on your face when you arrived at the party, not bothering this time to stick by Seonghwa's side like you usually did other times, playing the role of a perfect and loving wife. And Seonghwa neither noticed nor cared about it. In fact, he never really hid how little your marriage seemed to matter to him. Perhaps he treated it as any other business he owned.

"Such a pity to see such a beautiful lady look so down during such a lovely evening."

Recognizing the voice as Minho, a friend of Seonghwa, you forced a small smile.

"Not really much to be happy about really." You merely stated.

"Is your oh so loving hubby being the usual prince charming he is?" He rolled his eyes, knowing full well just like everyone else how he really treated you.

"What difference does it make? He'll never even look at me."

Unable to let the opportunity go to waste, even if it was his friend, Minho gently caressed your cheek.

"You know....... maybe you should stop trying so hard for a jerk like him....and maybe open your eyes to someone who actually knows you exist."

You were frozen when he leaned in to kiss you, then gasped loudly when none other than Seonghwa pushed him off you, sending Minho crashing onto one of the tables behind him.

"She is my wife! And the next time you touch her, I will cut your hand off!" He warned him.

You didn't even have time to process what was happening as Seonghwa dragged you outside, his grip on your wrist tight and fierce. When you reached the car, you were going to ask him what was going on but you had no time as he pressed you against the car and began to kiss you fervently and hungrily. You were left speechless and breathless, with your legs getting weak as he let out low snarls in between his kisses on your neck.

"Mine.......you're all mine."

❥𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Both Yunho and you were beyond nervous at this point, hell you actually felt somewhat terrified. You knew exactly what his parents wanted when they organized this 'family vacation'. This wasn't a getaway to spend time together and they made it obviously clear at dinner when you came back from the bathroom and overheard him arguing with his parents.

"You know I can't ask her to do that!" Yunho adamantly said.

"You've been married for over a year Yunho. It's time and you know it." His mother insisted.

"I will not impregnate her. Have you ever considered her feelings? Maybe she doesn't want kids. Maybe I don't want kids, have you ever thought of that?" He asked them, voice getting more agitated.

"It's both of your duties to produce heirs to keep control and stability in the organization. Your life is at risk on a daily basis. If you die with no children it'll only cause chaos and disruption." His father reminded him.

That was the one thing you dreaded facing since the day you said "I do", having to be forced to become nothing more than a baby maker. Yunho knew from the beginning how uncomfortable you were during your first night together, that's why he ended up sleeping in another room, as he had done every day afterwards, not wanting you to freak out and giving you your space.

But now you both stared at the single king sized bed in your hotel room, reality staring you in the face. Neither of you said a word as you took turns changing and getting ready to go to sleep in the bathroom, Yunho letting you go first. As you crept into the bed, your hands tightly held onto the blanket, your eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, unaware of anything until you felt the bed shift next to you. You inhaled sharply when you felt Yunho's fingers caress your hair.

"Y/N-"

"Just get it over with will you?! Just knock me up and make your parents happy. I don't care anymore."

Although you tried to sound strong, the tremble in your voice gave you away. You could feel tears starting to well up in your eyes. When Yunho moved to hover above you, you instantly shut your eyes, tears lightly spilling out. You could feel his breath ghost over your lips and then suddenly they moved as he planted the gentlest of kiss on your forehead.

"Good night my dear. I promise I won't take up too much space."

Confused you open your eyes and watched as Yunho turned on his side, facing away from you as he scooted to give you as much room as he possibly could.

"I don't...I don't understand why..." You didn't even know what you were asking at this point.

"I'm not going to be that asshole that will make you do something you're not prepared for. I respect, value and admire you too much to make you go through that. I'll just wait until you're ready."

You weren't going to deny that your heart fluttered at his words.

"But your parents-"

"They can suck it. I've lived this long, I think I'll be fine. They can wait like I'm willing to wait. The only downside is putting up with their bullshit and nagging for disobeying them...."

You could tell he was falling asleep by the way his voice started to mumble and lower in tone, and his tiny yawn made it more obvious. You were prepared for his cute tiny rambling but you didn't expect what he said next.

"But that's what I get for falling in love with you..."

❥𝓚𝓪𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓮𝓸𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓰

Yeosang stared out the spacious window of his office, the glittering city lights looking as splendid as they did every night, bustling with sounds of the inhabitants coming out to party and overall enjoy life. They seemed to be mocking him, mocking him for being happy while he felt miserable and empty inside.

It had been hours since you had already left, your plane had probably already landed back to your hometown and you were now ready to settle into your new life....away from him. He couldn't stop replaying the argument you had just a day ago:

"Can't you at least pretend to care?" You spat out, dropping your fork against the plate of food in front of you.

"If you know what I'm like, why even ask?" Was his only reply.

"Yes I know what you're like! You're cold, stoic, soulless and have no regards for anyone's feelings but your own! Being married to you all these years, I know you better than anyone! But I'm sick of it. I'm sick of you not caring enough to even try." She could feel her voice starting to crack.

Letting out a deep sigh, Yeosang pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"From the beginning, you knew what you were getting in to. We didn't get married because we were a couple of lovestruck fools wanting to vow our lives to each other. Our parents arranged it and we had no choice. If you were stupid enough to catch feelings well then..."

Finally lifting his gaze to look at you, his eyes were unwavering as he coldly declared:

"That's not my fault. And you can't expect me to reciprocate your feelings when I don't even have any to begin with."

Not taking anymore, you began crying tears of heartbreak, anger, frustration and indignation all at the same time. Standing up, you firmly declared your intent of going back home, not willing to put up or stay with him anymore.

"Ok."

Not even a goodbye, a farewell or even another look at you. Those were his final words before you stormed out and made preparations to leave as soon as possible. Yeosang had spent the entire day pacing back and forth, unable to think or do anything except look at the clock almost every hour. He had been counting the seconds since your flight was scheduled to leave, that's how he knew you were home by then.

He cursed himself for being a coward. For not speaking up and telling you how much you actually meant to him, how scared he was of his feelings for you, and most of all, he hated himself for not running out to stop you. Now you were gone from his life forever........ unless....

"Get my plane ready."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓢𝓪𝓷

San and you didn't even meet each other until you were both standing at the altar, families ready to join together two criminal organizations to grow their power even further. Both of you looked at each and instantly felt what the other was feeling: shock, denial, insecurity, but most of all, fear. Both of you were afraid of what was going to happen. Though he was trembling just as much as you, San made sure to reach for your hand, squeezing it in his own. With that small gesture, you knew and felt what he was silently saying:

"We're going to get through this together. Just trust me and believe in me. I'll take care of you. You're not alone in this and I'll be right there by your side."

You two got along fairly well, even if there was still awkwardness between the two of you. You were both also still shy around each other that you wouldn't talk unless it was necessary or because something caught one or the other's attention and wanted to share their thoughts out loud, which the other one would try to enthusiastically add on to converse more, but it always ended in awkward laughter.

Yeah. It was extremely awkward. But at least there was no hostility between you two and you guys did enjoy watching movies together at times, hardly speaking a word, but there was no silence at all. You could read each other's minds and feelings all the time. It was truly strange how in tune your thoughts seemed to be at times and scary too. Your mind began to recall times when strange things happened like the time you were craving a certain food and coincidentally, San came later with the exact same food because he got a feeling you wanted some. Or the time you were supposed to go visit extended family but in the end didn't get on the train and went straight home because you felt San needed you. He thought you were crazy, but later that night he was burning up with a fever and you spent your weekend nursing him back to health.

"What did this all mean?" You both thought to yourselves.

"A soulmate is someone that just gets you. It's a connection of minds, a mutual respect, an unconditional love and a total understanding. It's about being yourself and knowing, not only that person is following and understanding your thoughts, but is right there with you, side by side." The actress in the movie you were watching said.

Suddenly everything seemed to click. At the moment both of you felt like the answer to your questions were finally answered. Slowly you both turned and faced one another. Giving you a warm smile as he read your thoughts, San leaned in to cup your cheek with one hand, his thumb drawing circles around it. Brushing his lips against yours, he sighed blissfully as he looked in your eyes.

"My lovely soulmate..."

❥𝓢𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲

When Mingi met you, he was sort of put off by how different you were from him.

"Hi! I'm Y/N, your soon to be wife but please don't think of me as that if you don't want to. Think of me as your friend. I just know we'll get along!"

You were actually squealing and wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug, almost bouncing up and down with joy while Mingi just stood there stiff as a pole, wondering what the hell made you be so happy and cheerful like that.

"Ok.....ok got it, you can let go now." He tried to squirm out of your embrace, but you merely tightened your grip on him causing him to let out a harsh "oof!" at your strength.

"For such a tiny person, you sure aren't weak." He pointed out.

Married life with you for Mingi was...... different to say the least. He was used to such a gloomy, dark and hostile environment that having a tiny bubble bursting with energy was unusual and not something he was accustomed to. You always greeted him with such enthusiasm and happiness, not to mention you were such a caring housewife, always feeding him and taking care of him. Sometimes Mingi questioned whether you've ever seen the harsh side of the mafia world. Judging by your love for life and others, he guessed no.

And his assumptions were correct when you both were at a party held by some of his other mafia friends. Taking advantage of the occasion, rival gangs infiltrated the building. Storming in, explosions went off in several places, and gun shots were being fired at all directions. Mingi quickly jumped up and tackled you onto the ground, covering your body from the bullets that were being poured out. Taking your hand, he told you to stay down as he safely guided you out of the hall. Once you guys were far away, he quickly sprung up, pulling you up with him as he began running towards the nearest exit, pulling out his hidden gun just in case. You were in shock, even more when you guys passed a couple of dead bodies in the hallway. Feeling sick, you don't even remember how Mingi managed to get you both out of there alive and in one piece before the entire place burst into flames. Staring at the raging fire, you felt like you couldn't breathe, desperately trying to gasp for air.

"Honey, look at me. Look at me ok? You're safe. You're all right and you're going to be all right. Nothing is going to happen to you ok?"

You nodded, trying to choke back tears and forcing a smile on your face, but ultimately failing. Seeing you break down, Mingi immediately pulled you into his arms, his fingers running through your hair as he felt his heart break. You were such a fragile, sensitive and extremely precious person to him. He couldn't bear to see his ray of sunshine and hope in his dark world break down in front of him. He knew had to protect you at all costs and take care of you.

"It's ok my darling angel. I won't let any harm come to you. I swear on my life I'll protect you."

Wiping your tears away, he kissed the top of your head and smiled warmly at you.

"Come on. I'll take you home and have one of those cuddling sessions you always enjoy having."

❥𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓸𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓰

You wanted to die, and that wasn't an understatement. You felt utterly humiliated at the fact your parents actually sold you into marriage to some mafia lord's son to pay off their debts. You didn't even have time to process anything, one day you were just bound and stuffed into the back of a car and soon found yourself inside a grand old mansion. You felt alone and scared, unsure of what was going to happen to you. And you were beyond trembling when you met your future husband, expecting some evil and sadistic man when in reality:

"Hi! I'm Jung Wooyoung, your soon to be husband and I can tell we're going to be really happy together!"

He greeted you with just a charismatic enthusiasm, eyes practically beaming when he first saw you.

"Hi, I'm L/N Y/N, the girl that's going to be caged to you for life......or death. Whichever comes first."

He laughed at that, coming closer and squeezed your cheeks.

"You're so cute, I'm already in love with you."

Love? You seriously thought he was insane. You certainly didn't fall in love with him at first sight. And even after months of being married to him, you still didn't felt love towards him, even though Wooyoung tried anything and everything to not only make life easier for you, but in hopes of getting you to reciprocate his feelings.

"Hey Y/N. Look! I got you a present! Open it. I know you'll love it."

You groaned at the thought of another expensive present being given to you. You felt bad that he went through all these troubles when they'd all end in vain. Peeling the ribbon off the huge box, you didn't even get to open the box since the Welsh Corgi inside jumped out and tackled you to the ground. You couldn't help but giggle when it began licking your face, its tail wagging out of joy.

"I knew you'd like him. Now he can keep you company so you won't be lonely while I'm gone."

Rolling your eyes, you couldn't let the opportunity pass to poke fun at him.

"Who said I was even going to miss you?" You chuckled, petting the dog's head.

"You never know." Wooyoung insisted.

Leaving you for 5 months, you couldn't believe you actually started to miss his obnoxiously loud presence. Sure your puppy kept you complaining and cuddled you, but it wasn't the same. You hated to admit it....

But you actually wanted Wooyoung to come back and smother you with what you always referred to as his annoying affection.

Opening the front door, Wooyoung called out that he was home. He smiled when he was greeted by his furry friend rather enthusiastically. But he was not expecting for you to run out and jump at him, your arms wrapping around his neck. Although he stumbled slightly, he made sure to catch you, your legs wrapping around his waist.

"Y/N are you-?"

He widened his eyes when you crashed your lips on his, kissing him as if your life depended on it. Once getting over the shock, he had a smug grin as he kissed you back.

"Told you you'd miss me."

❥𝓒𝓱𝓸𝓲 𝓙𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓸

Jongho terrified you. From day one, you were intimidated by him. He always had a blank expression, hardly talked and he had a reputation for being brutally strong. Obviously you felt like you were walking on eggshells around him, afraid to piss him off. Anytime he called out to you or came near you, your body would jump.

"Y/N..."

Shrieking, you turned around when you felt his hand brush against your lower back. Tilting his head, he raised an eyebrow at your reaction.

"I needed something from the cabinet."

Without breaking eye contact, his hands gripped your waist as he slightly moved you to the side, fingers digging into your skin. After having gotten what he wanted, his thumb poked your nose as he winked at you.

"Thanks doll."

You swore he was teasing you. He'd purposefully use any occasion to show off his strength to you, his favorite being cutting up wood in the yard with an axe. You couldn't help but stare at his arms that were visible due to him wearing a sleeveless shirt. When he noticed you staring, he sent a smug smile your way which caused you to blush and you immediately retreated back inside the house.

There was also the time he accidentally walked in on you changing. There you were, standing in nothing but your lacy underwear set, for some reason not embarrased or hiding yourself as Jongho inhaled deeply as his eyes raked your body. Subtly biting his lips, he apologized before reluctantly leaving the room.

Both of you were frustrated by that point, tired of the light teasing. Jongho was the one who decided to put a stop to it one night he came home from a mission. He had been badly hurt and you, worrying about him, sat him down to tend to his wounds. It was a struggle since he had to remove his shirt and you were blushing violently, eyes always looking away.

"It's ok doll. I'm your husband...you can look at me."

His hands that were holding onto your arms began caressing your elbows, subtly pulling you closer to him without you noticing until you were firmly planted on his lap.

"Do you want me my little doll?" He asked you, voice in a low whisper as his breath fanned over your lips.

"Cause I've wanted you since the first day I laid my eyes on you."

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