#marrige

[neiveel3llson]

Lost Loves

Reunited in Hell.

You didn't expect to end up in Hell. It's something that just never occurred to you, that despite your praying, begging for forgiveness, youd still end up rotting with everyone else. You'd helped your husband in his murders, you'd still help him, have he not been shot.

You wandered curiously through Hell, looking at a porn store, an already mugged store and weapons store that crossed your way while you walked through the streets like it were normal. There was chaos all around you, it felt like every two seconds someone's head was lobbed off in a gruesome way. You continued to walk through the crimson streets of Hell before something caught your eye, a small group of sinners all huddled up around a smaller store, or what looked like a store.

Your curiosity got the best of you, dragging you into the front of the small group, murmuring apologies or simply pushing past those who chose to ignore you. It was a radio, a modern looking one at that, similar to one you had in your own home, which you'd always listen to your husbands radio show on. Then something struck you, the radio wasn't the only familiar thing about this scene. The voice, the grating, static-filled voice. Youd recognise it anywhere. Alastor..

You listened in intently, rudely sushing any murmur or whisper among the crowd you'd trudged your way into. You smiled manically upon just listening to his voice for more than two minutes. Frantically, you grasped onto the shoulders of the hell-goer closes to you, a gatsby woman. She was short and pudgy, but undeniably pretty.

"Where does he live?" You asked with the most amount of kindness you could muster, despite your excitement.

"The radio demon? He's residin' at his radio hut, why?" The woman asked, hands on her hips. You bit a scowl at hearing the woman refer to your deceased husband as a demon, but you kept your composure.

"Take me there!" You said breathlessly with a grin, gripping the short woman's shoulders harshly, making her shrug them off.

"And what's in it fa' me?" She asks, looking at you from the side of her eye, tilting her head slightly with a bored look on her face.

"I'll put in a good word for you." The first offer, and undeniably the best. A cocky grin came to her face as she took you hand, shaking it slowly, beginning to drag you down the street. You saw a small lodge at the end of the street, decrepit but sturdy. Minimalistic. It came closer with every long stride, making you grin. You were so close to seeing your husband again, a mere stride away.

You missed the next few seconds of your life- well, death, only truly in your own mind again when you were face-to-face with your husband, his hands gripping your arms tightly. He was scared of leaving you, again. You looked into his newly red eyes, his paler skin, his red hair, everything about him. Even his new features. His deer ones, fitting.

"I've missed you, love.." You murmured breathlessly, a small, teary smile on your face. The small woman had gone, leaving nothing in her wake. It was just you and your husband, the hotel was silent, apart from your small sniffles and the static coming from your husband. Your husband.

"Oh my darling.. I never meant to leave you.." He cooes with a large grin on his face, bearing his sharp, yellow teeth.

Both of you leaned into one another, soft bleating coming from Alastor's throat as your lips connected for what felt like the first time in a millenia.

You held his hand in yours desperately, feeling a cold metal on your finger. His wedding ring, he never took it off. It didn't fit his aesthetic, the silver contrasting his outside drastically, but he'd kept it on.

"You kept it on.." You murmured against his lips happily, feeling him cup your face.

"I was waiting for you, darling.." He cooed yet again, leaning down with a large grin but, it was comforting. Soft.

"I love you.." A chorus of two voices, filled with a heavenly love and devotion to one another, pure love.

This belongs to @nieveel not you

#hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor altruist #mimzy #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel mimzy #x reader #fanfic #love #marrige #Hell #hazbin charlie #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer magne #husker hazbin hotel #Husker #angel dust #angel #alastor x reader

[corvidsofthedeep]

No Context Crow #205: Ring-Bearer Crow

Original Twitter post here!

#crows #corvids #corvidae #birds #animals #marrige #wedding rings #ring-bearer #jewelry #rings #Twitter #Twitter post #daily crows #crow queue #No Context Crow No. 205

[stolasblitzy]

tf2 memes I found in my folder pt: 7

#tf2 engineer #marrige #fixer upper #tf2

[easternblocrelics]

Hungarian couple getting married Color negative 1990

#hungary #eastern bloc #vintage #socialist #socialism #wedding #marrige

[simpforfandoms]

to be loved

please send in requests, it’s like the only way I have actual motivation to write. wrote this in an hour after writing a six page essay. sorry I haven’t been active

summary: you want to be lost in him, but not in this way.

pairing: bruce wayne x reader (no pronouns used (at least I don’t think))

genre: angst no comfort because in real life that doesn’t happen.

warnings: no editing

word count: 1.6k

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“You’re being so much like your father”

“My father was a good man.”

“Oh please, your father was a corrupt business man!”

The conversation is now a full blown argument. It wasn’t about getting your point across. It wasn’t about trying to state your mind. No it was a competition. Who could respond quicker? Who could hurt the other person more? Who would win? No more educated statements, only rash insults.

“Don’t you dare talk about my father that way!” He yells walking toward you, as to challenge you.

You shake your head at his tactics, “Everyone told me you got the worst qualities from your father. The self absorbness, the playboy facade, and the way you can never see when to give up. That you would never make a good husband” You scoff in disbelief. “And I defended you! Never noticing your red flags because you hid them so well!” You cry out

“Oh you want to present yourself as a victim to make yourself feel better? You and I both know you chose this life” He screams at you.

In every argument you have ever had, never once had he screamed at you. In all the rage and frustration, your beloved and devoted husband had never ever been as mad at you as he was now. His eyes were hardened and no matter how deep you looked into them you could find not a once of love. The very realization of this made you sick to your stomach, and you instantly feel tears well. Whether they were from shock, frustration, or sadness, you didn’t know. In truth, you knew you had no right to be upset at his words. You’re the one who started the argument. But some selfish part of you did want to play the victim. Deep down you knew there was truth to his words, not that you’d ever admit it.

“You wanted it until you didn’t.” He states much calmer than before. You assume this is probably because he noticed your tears or maybe it was because he just wanted to stop the yelling.

You shake your head rapidly, as if to stop the tears, “What choice did I have? I wanted you! Not the Batman. And when you told me that you couldn’t- No that you wouldn’t give up the mask, I understood, I really did. And when things started getting tough I was there for you because I love you. And to love you means to love every part of you including Batman. But now it seems you’re consumed by it, him. The man I fell in love with is no longer there. It’s just a shell of a man that once was. I don’t recognize you anymore. I look at you and all I see him”

You look him in the eyes to see anything, anything at all, but you see nothing but a mask. A mask he was putting on. You sigh. Maybe this is the end of it all. You didn’t want it to be. You love him. Hell, you had given your whole life to him. You didn’t go out and explore the world, unlike Bruce who left you for a 7 year journey. But you never once dated anyone else during that time. Remaining faithful. Because you loved him and couldn’t betray him like that even if you were on a break. When he said he had to leave to do something important, you promised him that you would be there when he came back with open arms. You’d know him since you were children, dated since you were teenagers, married since you were adults. Never once have you dared to look at another man. Bruce was the only man for you. You were sure of it. But sometimes you wondered what life would be like if you hadn’t waited for him all those years ago. You often get postcards from your old friends exploring the world. Each and everyone you read with a pinge of envy. Envious that they got to live their life while you’re here in Gotham, still with your Highschool sweet heart. Maybe that’s why you never went to any of the stupid highschool reunions. You knew they would judge you for being in the same spot and relationship you were in all those years ago. They would ask you what have you done? And you wouldn’t know how to respond. Truth is you’ve done nothing with your life but Bruce. He was your whole life. Your whole goddamn universe. But somewhere alone the line you got tired of it. Tired of it all. You felt stuck. And that’s the worse feeling in the whole world. A third wheel in your own relationship. You can’t just leave him because throughout the years it became a kind of codependency. He couldn’t function without you, and you without him. But you can’t do it anymore. It deteriorating you. Can’t he see your sunken eyes from staying up all night waiting for him? Your callused hands from stitching his wounds? Your biten lips from biting them every-time he goes out in fear he might not return? You love him with all your heart but sometimes love just isn’t enough.

He lets out a long breath and closes his eyes. He loves you. He knows that. He knows you better than anyone, but yet he doesn’t know what you want him to do. Perhaps he should do what he wants to do. But what he wants to do is run out and go punch some unsuspecting criminals to blow off steam. What good would that do if when he gets back you might not be there? However this is Bruce Wayne we’re talking about. The Bruce Wayne that is afraid. Afraid that even if he does try to talk it out you’ll admit something that will be harder to swallow than you just leaving unannounced. He wouldn’t know how’d he handle it if you ever blatantly told him you were leaving and why. He can stand you leaving without closure because then at least he can still have hope. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he had to accept the truth. That it’s his fault that you’re leaving. So he did what he does best. Leave to go punch some bad guys.

You scoff through tears in disbelief, he had turned away from you to go on patrol. Typical Bruce. You wanted him to fight. To argue. To reassure you that everything was going to be alright. That he still loved you. That he cared. But he doesn’t. Instead he gets into the Batmobile and drives off. You don’t know why you expected more from him. You had almost yelled after him. But you didn’t. Now no amount of words can fix what’s already broken. It’s time you let go of this broken ship before it takes you down with it.

…

When Bruce gets back he’s not surprised that all of your stuff is gone. He anticipated it. But yet it still hurts. A part of him had hoped that you would be waiting when he got home. Opened armed and ready for his apology, like you had done so many times before. This time was different though. You had pulled your heart and soul out to him and he ignored you. It was the straw that broke the camel’s back. You finally came to your senses that you deserved better. Bruce let’s out a weak smile at the thought of you finally being happy in all the way he couldn’t make you. Your crinkled eyes as you smiled. Your laugh that you thought was the ugliest thing, but the most beautiful thing to him. You deserved to be like that all the time. You deserve it all, he thinks. He is taken back to the harsh reality of the situation by a soft knock. He can’t help the way his heart leaps at the thought that it might be you. But then he opens the door and sees Alfred. His hope instantly fading.

“Master Bruce, I brought you some sleeping tea. As I imagine that it might be hard for you to sleep.” That’s all Alfred says, and places the the tea tray on the bedside table.

Nothing more nothing less. That’s what everyone loves about Alfred. He knows not to bring up you gone because he knows Bruce isn’t ready to talk about it. But he’ll bring him tea to silently let him know that he’s knows and he’s there. Bruce wonders if he had done the same for you. Well comforted you as you were leaving. Reassured you that you’d be okay. He’s glad that Alfred brought him some tea so he can go to sleep where his dreams with you reside. Bruce can’t help but feel the ache in the top of his stomach at the thought of you. Guilt? Sadness? Anger? Perhaps all three. He’s mad at himself for not fighting for you when he had the chance. Guilt for not giving up the stupid Batman. He knew you would do it for him. Had he said the word you would do anything for him. If he had told you to stay you would’ve. Guilt for keeping you in a this relationship for so long when you deserved so much better. His subconscious knew that he couldn’t keep you trapped in a relationship with him forever. So he let you go. He loves you, and you him. But like they always say if you love something you have to let it go. But letting you go it is better than losing the love completely if he continued to drain you. It would grow to become a even more resentful marriage than it already was. At least now there was still love left, and cherished memories not ruined by hate and anguish.

#batman #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #Bruce wayne x reader angst #angst #no comfort #marrige #bruce wayne one shot #Bruce Wayne x reader one shot #Bruce wayne x you #Batman x reader #dc comics #dc comics imagine #Spotify

[esotericjane]

creds : me 🐇

#lana del rey #gods favorite #coquette #girl interupted syndrome #just girly things #divine feminine #alana champion #female manipulator #this is what makes us girls #femcel #female hysteria #girlhood #lana del ray aka lizzy grant #lizzy grant #marrige #marry me #lana unreleased #lana del rey vinyl #angelic

[darkmindedsouloftheworld]

(this is in the future if Enid and Wednesday got married and had a daughter and son named goody and Murray Addams, don't hate on the names)

Enid:why did I hear explosives!? Wednesday get up!

Wednesday,waking up and looking out the window:the kids are setting off fireworks

Enid:I have two questions for you babe,why it's four o'clock in the morning and where did they get the fireworks?

Wednesday:they got the fireworks from me of course

Enid:why!?

Wednesday:why not?I needed to spark their interest in explosives and archery because I cant risk their being three of you

Enid:ok but why did you have to give them firecrackers

Wednesday: I'd thought it be better then giving them dynamite,I could give them dynamite if you'd like

Enid:No! And why do you have dynamite! Nevermind,im going back to bed!

#wednesday #enid #wenclair #funny #futrue #children #marrige #weird #random #i am bored #no reason #goody addam 2 #Murray Addams

[antonella411]

This is my first Tumblr post!

For the 22nd anniversary of Kingdom Hearts, I have a desire to see a Soriku fanart or comic featuring:

1) A Soriku kiss

2) Sora proposing to Riku

3) A Soriku wedding

4) Sora with pregnant Riku

5) Sora and Riku with their newborn baby (boy, with brown hair and green eyes and named Roxas)

6) Sora and Riku with their 2-year-old firstborn (Roxas) and newborn second child (girl, with silver hair and blue eyes and named Kairi)

7) Sora and Riku with their two grown children (Roxas, 14 years old, Kairi, 12 years old)

I could have done it myself, but I can't draw.

Please make my wish come true.

#soriku #kingdom hearts #kh anniversary #sora #riku #boys kissing #marrige #mpreg #baby #family #first tumblr post

[enby-goblin]

Today I'm officially becoming regulus black!

I'm an afab enby, and came out at age eleven! So, after a while, being the astronomy nerd was, chose the first name regulus and middle name Polaris. hadn't ever read harry potter, and at the time hadn't been introduced to the marauders fandom, but got bullied about it quitea bit, which is sort of how it got introduced to me. Anyway, a few years later met My soon to be wife, Lorraine Black, and uh yeah! We get married later today so I will officially be Regulus Polaris black! Me and Lor had a bit of a chuckle when we found that out lol.

#funny #wedding #marrige #regulus black #polaris #silly #enby #marauders #chaotic #help lmaoo #i hadnt realised. #until we #decided #id take her name lol

[roomtemperatehumor]

I married Haley, judge me all you want. It was a necessary decision, I mean

LOOK AT HER

She is so pretty and she has amazing character development <3

#sdv haley #stardew #stardew valley #love #marrige #haley for life #i will handle the harrasment you are too cute

[bey0nd-1he-stars]

Mistakes - Nikolai Lantsov

Masterlist

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Wordcount: 1413

Warnings: anxiety, crying (not much), mentions of death, I think that’s it.

Summary: After Nikolai helped to reach a solution regarding the allegations made towards each other by the king and Genya, Nikolai doubts himself, wondering if he did the right thing.

The grand walls of The spinning wheel stood proud around you. Your shoes made a clinking sound with each step you took. With hurried steps you steered yourself towards the room where you knew the king would be confronting Genya about her treason. Nikolai had told you that he would be there too, but you had a bit paperwork that needed to be done. But now when you had finished you decided to walk down stairs to see how things where holding up.

Down the stairs you met the king and the queen. Neither of them seemed very pleased with the outcome of the meeting, but gave you a respectful nod as you stopped by and gave them a quick courtesy.

“Miss y/l/n,” the king greeted politely, voice strained and with a rather irritated expression resting upon his features.

“Moi tsar,” you greeted, then locked eyes with the queen,”moya tsaritsa.” The queen gave you a short nod but kept quiet.

“Is everything alright, moi tsar,” you asked, shifting on your heels. The king snorted and spit out his answer, “go talk some sense in that boy. You’re probably the only one he’ll listen too.” You raised your eyebrows, silently asking what had happened, but the king didn’t seem to catch the meaning behind the gesture. You sighted and looked away, shifting your gaze to Alina, Genya and David who slipped out of the room behind the king and the queen. You caught a glimpse of Nikolai before the doors shut, slumped back on his drafting table and with his head in his hands. You sighted softly, then turned you eyes back to the king.

“I’ll talk to him. But I can’t promise that the outcome of it will be any different,” you gave him a short nod and walked past them. Alina, Genya and David were the next ones you met up with. David had his arm wrapped around Genya’s waist and she was slightly leaning against him. But her eyes were focused on Alina as she talked quietly.

“How’d it go?” You asked and threw a glance over you shoulder towards the king and the queen,”those two didn’t seem overjoyed.”

Genya sighted but gave you a small smile,”I’ll face my charges when this war is over and Nikolai will determine if I’m pardoned or not. And the king is resigning and leaving the country.” The chock that went through your body was milder than you thought it would be. Instead, worry struck you. That’s why Nikolai had looked so miserable sitting at the table in that room; he doubted his choices and he doubted if he’d done the right thing.

“Sounds good enough,” you gave Genya a smile and she nodded along with you. “But I do have to check up on Nikolai, I’ll talk to you three later,” you excused yourself and set off towards the door behind them. They waved shortly and set off towards the stairs.

Carefully you opened the door and stepped inside. The door shut close behind you without making a sound. Nikolai sat slumped back on the table, his back bent and his head in his hands. All the signs of that strong, confident leader was gone for the moment and left was just… Nikolai. With careful steps you made your way towards him. He didn’t look up, but you knew he noticed your presence and he knew that it was you. When you reached him you carefully pulled a hand though his soft, blond mop of hair and he let out a breath and fell against you, burying his head against your neck. His nose rested just above your collarbones and his arms snaked around your waist. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and one hand came to rest in his hair, tugging softly at it.

“Tell me about it,” you said softly. Nikolai let out a shaky breath and tightened his hold on you.

“I told my father to leave. Leave the throne. The spinning wheel. The country. To leave for the colonies. Or he would face trial and if he were found guilty, which I know he would’ve, I would see him hang. But now, I can’t help but wonder if I just made one of the biggest mistake of my life,” his voice was muffled and quiet, unsure and questioning, and his tone changed when he spoke up again,”am I… a horrible person, Y/N?” You pressed a kiss at his hairline and your hand made comforting strokes over his back. Your lips lingered at his forehead and Nikolai closed his eyes, letting himself fall into your comforting embrace.

“No, you’re just wonderful, Nikolai,” you reassured him and pressed another kiss against his forehead. Nikolai let out a shaky breath, the hot air fanning over your neck.

“Are you.. are you sure? I feel as if I’m awful. Father even said it out loud, that I’m horrible, in front of everyone,” he almost complained and his voice was broken. His breathing was uneven and his hands fidgeted with your hair that fell down your back. Anxiety flooded through his body, spreading as if it was carried by the blood.

“Oh Nik…” you softly mumbled, slightly rocking back and forth in an attempt in comforting him further. “You’re not a horrible person. You’re just wonderful. You’re always thinking about what’s best for everybody else. You’re never letting anyone down. So please, don’t let yourself down because you’re prioritising everybody else,” your voice was just a whisper but Nikolai heard the words clear as a day.

“But what if did it all wrong? I basically forced my father to resign and leave. And what’s next? I’m to be king,” he breathed out, eyes looking up at you, worry covering his features. “Do you think I can do that. Do you think I’ll be a good king?” the question sounded like it would come from a teenager but Nikolai wasn’t much older. And his anxiety made him question everything.

“I know that you’ll be absolutely wonderful as king, my love,” you reassured him and gave him a soft smile. His worry seamed to fade a bit and he leant back into your arms.

“I may still have made a huge mistake… what if I did it wrong?” he sounded defeated and a few tears had gathered in his hazel eyes.

“Then that its. It’s not the mistake that matters, my love. It’s what you do with it afterwards and what you learn from it,” the words were just whispers but Nikolai took them to heart. His arms tightened around your waist and he pressed a soft kiss to your neck, a few tears rolled down his cheeks, but he let them. They fell down on your shirt but you didn’t mind.

”Will you be there?” he asked softly, looking up to meet your eyes. An almost begging smile on his lips. You let out a soft chuckle, “where?” you could guess the answer to that question but you wanted to hear it from Nikolai.

“When I become king. Will you be there?” his voice was still broken and it was just whispers,”will you be my queen?” it wasn’t much of a proposal, you standing there with Nikolai in your arms in an empty room, comforting him through his waves of anxiety. But it was your Nikolai. Your Nikolai who you loved endlessly, he was trusting you with the ravkan dubble eagle crown. He was trusting you to take care of his beloved country, like you always took care of him. And how could you say no to him. So you smiled and nodded,”of course I’ll be there. I’ll be there for as long as you’ll have me.” A real smile broke out on his lips and he took your face in his hands and pressed a gentle but passionate kiss to your lips. When you two broke away, lips swollen and out of breath, happiness shined in his eyes just as it did in yours.

“Choosing you certainly isn’t a mistake,” Nikolai laughed softly. Adoration in his eyes, his gentle gaze resting upon your features. “Thank you,” he breathed out. You nodded in return, pulling a hand through his curls and messing them up a bit, giving him a more relaxed look.

“Of course, love,” you replied with a soft smile,”and for the record, I don’t think sending your father away was a mistake either. You’ll be a great king. And I’m honored to be your queen.”

#grishaverse #shadow and bone #shadow and bone imagine #nikolai lantsov x you #nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai lantsov #nikolai my beloved #ruin and rising #siege and storm #the spinning wheel #patrick gibson #marrige #king of ravka #queen of ravka #david x genya #genya safin #david kostyk #alina starkov #y/n

[alpacasunday]

Learning you can marry a woman changed my whole view on marriage and child-raising.

When I was a kid I was like "eeew, I don't want to get married or have kids! My entire life will be destroyed and I will never be happy again". Mostly because the thought of having to marry and kiss a dude grossed me out. Then I learned you can get married to a woman and adopt and I'm counting the days until I get married and have kids.

#lesbian #sapphic #bambi lesbian #marrige #children #WLW #wlw yearning #🤯

[milaalkhansah]

Antara Perasaan dan Rasionalitas

Terkadang rasionalitas memang tidak mampu bekerja dengan baik jika dihadapkan pada sebuah perasaan. Terlebih lagi jika itu perasaan seorang wanita.

Melihat orang-orang terdekatku seperti kehilangan kemampuannya dalam berpikir jernih, ketika dihadapkan dengan sebuah perasaan dalam sebuah hubungan, memang cukup untuk membuat pelajaran yang amat berarti. Bahwa sebuah perasaan memang teralu membahayakan jika pemiliknya tidak mampu mengontrolnya dengan baik.

Sebab, sebuah kenyataan tidak mampu di lihatnya dengan baik, sebuah kebenaran tidak mampu diterima, sebuah kesalahan selalu mudah dimaafkan, dan yang paling mengerikan, kesulitanya ia dalam mengambil sebuah keputusan bijak untuk keberlangsungan ketenangan hidupnya. Untuk seseorang yang sudah kehilangan kejernihan berpikirnya akibat dibutakan perasaanya tersebut, akan sangat kesulitan untuk keluar dalam sebuah hubungan yang tidak sehat .

Tapi Bukankah memang dalam sebuah perasaan tidak ada kata rasionalitas? Sebab kenyataan apa pun yang ada di depan orang yang sedang jatuh cinta, mereka selalu punya alasan untuk buta.

Aku sedikit pesimis dengan pemikiran rumitku ini, aku hanya takut untuk tidak akan lagi membiarkan diriku merasakan perasaan tersebut sebab selalu berada di ambang ketakutkan akan kata disakiti dan ditinggalkan. Aku seperti berada di tengah-tengah tali tipis antara perasaan dan rasionalitas. Aku selalu membentak diriku untuk tidak merasakan perasaan sentimental apa pun yang kelak akan membuatku terluka ke sekian kalinya.

Aku mungkin trauma. Atau mungkin aku hanya tidak mau lagi terluka. Atau aku hanya belajar dari sekian banyak cerita. Yang pasti, aku tidak mau mengulang kisah yang sama seperti mereka.

#random thoughts #marrige #based on real life

[realgoldenspring]

Gives marriage counseling vibes

#sero hanta #mha #bnha #hanta sero #meme #mha sero #mezo shoji #mha shoji #shoji #shoji mezo #marrige #marrige counseling #counseling

[tetralea]

Lestappen headcannon where Charles and Max are being married, they plan the wedding, a small one with family and closest friends only. They already have the rings but they don’t wear them, except Charles sometimes does. When he feels overwhelmed, or just a mess and Max is not around and he just needs that small reminder. He puts it on and wears it at home because it grounds him, it makes him feel more at it, it is heavy and oddly warm on his skin. It makes him feel surrounded by their love by the promise they made and the vow they will take soon.

#charles leclerc #lestappen #max verstsppen #marrige #headcannon

[isobelsballs]

//cheating, divorce, mtf Minho

Thinking a lot about mtf Minho who is freshly married to Seungmin who works all the time and when he’s home they only have sex. Minho always cries about how lonely she is until one day seungmin brings from work his college, Jisung, and Minho is starting to be interested in him.

One day seungmin leaves for few days because of his job again and Minho is so sad that she calls jisung to come over. They keep meeting even after seungmin comes back from his work trip and Minho starts to feel something towards jisung.

She gets drunk one day and sends him this photo of herself.

Saying how much she wants him. Jisung doesn’t hesitate and leaves work early to come over to her house. They end up sleeping together and even tho it wasn’t the best sex Minho ever had she was so happy not caring that she just cheated on her husband.

Of course seungmin finds out after few months but he wants to fix this. Fix their relationship. Sadly Minho is no longer in love with seungmin and asks for divorce.

#skz seungmin #skz smut #skz minho #skz jisung #skz minsung #mtf #marrige #kpop #stray kids #skz #skz angst