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kousanosgf · 7 months ago

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men, minors dni

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councilor!sevika x assistant!reader

part 2 to this post but can be read as a standalone

you and sevika return home from another exhausting e high-end event. sevika requests something unexpected from you

tags: bottom!sevika, sex toys

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the ride back from the banquet was calm and silent, both of you tired after hours of socializing with people you mostly didn't like. sevika even managed to get half an hour nap, leaning on your shoulder. it was nice, feeling her warm weight on your side. the thought put a soft smile on your face.

as soon as you get through the doors of your house you make a beeline to the bathroom, eager to take off your makeup and an eloquent hairstyle, that started giving you sensory overload couple of hours ago. you look over yourself in the mirror, checking for any smudges of mascara that could've been left when arms wrap around your waist and you see sevika in the reflection as she puts her chin on your shoulder and looks back at you with a sparkle in her eyes.

"don't wanna sleep yet", she mumbles and nuzzles in the crook of your neck, breathing in the perfume on your skin.

"yeah, cause someone just slept in the car", you giggle when her hair tickles your ear and you slap her slightly on the right hand.

she doesn't answer. you both stay there for a while, sevika hiding her face, rubbing in circle gently on your skin, pressing her body into your back, as you just look in the mirror, feeling all warm and fuzzy.

"you want something specific?" you smirk, knowing perfectly well where all this going. sevika probably wanted to have you all to herself even before you left the house hours ago. as well as you noticed her hungry glances when she was getting more and more bored with small talk and pleasantries exchange.

"mhm", she just humms in response but doesn't continue. you give her time, knowing she's in one if those moods when she feels viscous, reminding you of a cat stretching under the summer sun.

when she finally speaks up it's not what you expected. "want you to fuck me, baby."

you wriggle out of her tight embrace to turn around and finally face her.

"really?" you ask her with a raised brow.

"need you to", sevika sighs and reaches for your lips. you answer eagerly, having no desire to deny her.

"can i ask-", you wonder, a kiss, more of a peck, between every word, "-what served as a reason?" it's not like you never topped, you knew you could do the job. but it was always at the randomest times. you will do something, you think mundane, but suddenly sevika is all over you, worked up and ready to beg to strap her if she needs to.

"dunno. it was hot. you talking business with all of them, and i stand behind you, like some furniture."

something bubbles in your stomach at the way sevika describes it. you didn't give a second thought to the way both of you must look to others. councilor's assistant making connections, solving working problems, while the councilor herself stands to the side, letting her subordinate take the wheel.

"hmm" you grin into another kiss she gives you. "maybe not furniture. an accessory. the prettiest in piltover and zaun."

you see her getting flustered at the compliment, squirming slightly under your eyes. she's so cute and sweet right now, you want to eat her up.

you stumble out of the bathroom, tangled together, unable to keep your hands off each other. as you reach the bedroom sevika lets you go and tugs the straps of her dress down.

"wait, leave it, 'kay?" you stop her and pout a little for a better effect.

the request makes her huff out a laugh. "liked to dress me up, sweetheart?"

the answer isn't really needed. instead you bite on sevika's neck lightly while your arms travel up and down her bare back, fidgeting with the edges of her dress.

"you're such a tease. making me wait." sevika makes a weak attempt at getting your arms off her, making you giggle. you finally let go off her, moving to the closet, undressing on the way. you hear rummaging behind you, sevika's getting comfortable on the bed. her eyes on you, you sure, taking in the sight.

"okay, gotta help me". the strap in your hands lays heavy, a bit uncomfortable really. not in a bad way, it's just that you and sevika don't use it often, preferring each other bodies than the help of toys. it takes you some time, to the point that you think the mood is gonna be ruined.

"well, that's lame", you chuckle as you struggle with the clasps. sevika clicks her tongue impatient and drags you closer to stand between her legs while she fixes the harness in place.

"there", she looks over her work, pleased with herself.

"sure you wanna do it?" you asks her to be confident she still wants it, but in response you only get an eye roll as she pulls you both on the bed.

any uncertainty flies out of your mind when you trace your fingers up her hips, raising the skirt of a dress up, and realise, she's not wearing underwear, probably took it off while you were looking for a strap. her pussy is soaked, the view makes your mouth water. folds shiny, some hair sticking to her skin, cause she couldn't help but squeeze and rub her legs, waiting for you.

"so impatient" you sigh out, your heated breath meets the soft skin on her inner thigh, making her shake. sevika is already on edge and you haven't done much, the thought itself settles hot and heavy somewhere between you legs.

"doesn't councilor deserves the best as soon as she asks for it?"

and fuck that sentence drives you insane. sometimes it hits you, a thought that mostly stopped bothering you after couple of months together. she is the councilor, your boss and one of the most powerful people in the city. and now she's under you, opening her legs and dragging the skirt up to give you the best view of her needy cunt, almost begging to enter her.

you start slow, coating the strap with lube beforehand. or at least you try to go slow. the tip slides in and out couple of times before sevika gets frustrated and unsatisfied and pushes you in deeper with the heels of her feet on your ass. something flashes in you at the action. the hunger and want that you rarely feel, a need to control. or at least control her.

"no, ma'am." your hands grab her ankles, nail digging in the flash. "you wanted me to fuck you and that's what I'll do." a strap pulls out of sevika and she whines, her abs tense from the desire that can't be fulfilled without you. "on my turns."

your hips push back into her and you lean above her body to kiss those plum lips. the kiss gets deeper till you catch her bottom lip and bite it.

"will councilor sevika behave?"

it shifts something between you. sevika finally relaxes fully, almost going limp. the power you hold over her makes you feel dizzy. the need to hear her moan and beg is impossible to ignore.

"i will", she sighs. her chest raises up and down in heavy breaths, stretching the fabric.

your hands cups her breast, the wait of it nice and warm in your palm. sevika gasps when you pinch her nipple slightly through the dress.

"fucking- fuck me already."

"i don't think miss councilor in a position to demand something right now", you giggle at her furrowed brows and whiny tone. your thrusts stay slow and measured, dragging out the pleasure.

you're very much aware of your own arousal, how wet the sight in front of you makes you. you have to ignore it for know, though, but you know sevika won't let you feel left out later.

"i- ask kindly"

obediently more like. you don't say it out loud, finally deciding to switch to a more quicker pace, as you listen to the wet and sloppy sounds her pussy makes.

your hands pull her skirt futher up, revealing her toned abs. she shakes under you touch and the image of it is just heavenly. you can't do anything but trace your fingers around her torso, slowly going down but than deciding against it and coming back to her breasts.

eventually you give up to sevila's pleading, making a path back to her abs, bellybutton, getting a bit too excited while caressing her happy trail, so she thrusts her hips up.

finally you give her what she actually wants and cover her clit, making circles, spreading her wetness on your fingers.

"ah- don't stop, princess", she manages to sigh out.

she's hot. no. she's ethereal like this. the scenery of her makes you move faster, brining her closer and closer to the climax. loud moans and sweet mumbling fill the bedroom. sweat is running down your temple, you wipe it with the back of your hand and immediately return to it's place on sevika's hip, holding her.

there's nothing much left for her to do than just take it. the pace that you're using on her, going in and out not too fast so she can feel every thrust inside her, your messy kisses as you lean to leave wet marks on her skin, your fingers on her cunt, going from teasing her clit to the folds where the strap and her entrance meet.

"im close-" sevika isn't close as she says, she's actually coming. trashing around in the sheets of your shared bed, arching her back in pleasure and overstimulation, cause you don't stop as she reaches her finish.

both of you just breath heavily when you leave her and fall down on the bed to her side, exhausted as much as she is. sevika makes a move to your legs, wishing to return the favor but you set her hand aside. "later", you breath out.

"when? in the morning?" she chuckles weakly, coming down from the high. "you're about to pass out."

"made me do all the work today", you smile and wiggle closer to her side so you can kiss her. "let me rest, babe."

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urgh this took too long cause apparently i can't write smut on my period 😩

also thinking about opening requests! idk if someone's interested lol

#arcane #sevika #sevika x y/n #sevika x reader

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skye-obsolete · 9 months ago

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Hi! I just read your story Grief, on how the LnDs guys would react to us disappearing from their lives. It was so good, I was just wondering if you’d be willing to make a second part to it. Like how the boys would react to finding us, or something?

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ʟᴀᴅs ʙᴏʏs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᯓ❅ ┆ synopsis┆ : How does the LADS boys react if they found you?

ᯓ❅ ┆ tags┆ : prompt, soft, fluff, comfort & possible OOC

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You were more than just his Queen—you were his beacon, his anchor in a world that had nearly torn him apart. The moment he saw you again, the overwhelming relief nearly brought him to his knees. He had lost you once, a wound he carried with him every day, and he couldn’t bear the thought of facing that agony again. Exhaustion, both physical and emotional, seeped into him after searching for you for so long. All of his strength seemed to drain away, but not before he pulled you close, wrapping you in a fierce embrace, his knees hitting the ground as you struggled to hold up the weight of your bodies. He pressed his face into your hair, breathing you in, your scent embedding itself in his memory. He held you like you were the only thing tethering him to this world, refusing to let go, afraid that if he did, you would vanish again.

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𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐞

You had never seen Zayne like this before, his icy, composed demeanor crumbling right before your eyes. His lips trembled; his brows furrowed in uncharacteristic vulnerability when he finally saw you. You barely had the chance to explain before he pulled you into his arms, holding you with a desperation you had never felt from him. His chest heaved against yours, each breath heavy and ragged as if he were on the verge of breaking down. The walls he had carefully built to shield himself from the world, from his pain, had melted away. His apology was barely a whisper, raw and aching, full of guilt for not being there, for failing to protect you. He had carried the weight of your disappearance alone, hiding his grief behind a mask of stoicism, but now that you were back, he didn’t need to pretend anymore. With you, he could let his guard down, the burden finally lifted.

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𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐥

At first, he thought he was hallucinating—he had been haunted by your memory for so long that seeing you now felt like another cruel trick. Your disappearance had shattered him, leaving his heart fractured, half of it missing wherever you had gone. But when you softly whispered his name, that familiar voice pulling him out of the darkness, he didn’t care about anything else. He collapsed against you, his arms locking around your waist, pressing his face into your chest as if trying to merge with you, to make sure you were real. Even if this was just another illusion, he wouldn’t care—he would gladly live in this dream if it meant keeping you close. When you wrapped your arms around him in return, his whole body seemed to melt. You could feel the wetness soaking into your shirt, and though he made no sound, you knew he was crying. You were his lifeline, the only thing that had kept him going, and now that you were back, he wasn’t sure if he could ever let go.

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𝐒𝐲𝐥𝐮𝐬

The fire of rage that had consumed Sylus, that made him lash out at everything and everyone around him, flickered and died the moment he saw you. You were the calm to his storm, the one force that could soothe the fury burning inside him. The rage that could’ve razed the world to ashes was extinguished in an instant. He didn’t care if his subordinates saw him like this—his vulnerability exposed for all to witness. All that mattered was you, here, in his arms again. His embrace was fierce, almost desperate, like he was afraid that if he let go, the storm would rage once more. Now that you were back, there was no way he’d let you out of his sight again. His protectiveness might even turn into possessiveness, and he wouldn’t mind one bit, as long as it meant keeping you safe from harm. You were the only thing grounding him, the only thing that mattered, and he would fight the entire world to protect you.

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╰｡ Author's Note: Preliminaries has finished last week, I'm quite free this week so I decided ahead and made another one of the requested fictions. Technically you don't need to read Grief to have a grasp in this one but nevertheless, thank you for requesting it! I hope you enjoy it as well~

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nullicaput · 20 days ago

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firsts, seconds, and thirds. III (final)

Pairings: Geum Seong-je x Reader, Wolf Keum x Reader

Tags: Minor College AU, Soulmates, Canon-Typical Violence, Language and Profanities, Seong-je being mentally unstable

Summary: In a world where soulmates exist, you found yourself rejecting yours when you learned who it was.

Word count: 3877

previous chapter.

You did not know how long you were waiting outside the door of your neighbor Hwangmo. Curled up with your head on top of your folded knees, you patiently sat on the dusty floor of the hallway.

"Yo."

"Senior," the guy you were waiting for said, causing your terrified heart a bit of relief. "What are you doing outside?"

You lifted your head and made a sushing gesture.

"Hwangmo."

He knelt in front of you and carefully pulled you up. With him present, the tears that you were keeping from spilling poured like a dam breaking. Your hearing stopped working due to your brain being to concentrated at the threat that was hiding inside your home—you did not notice that it was not just Hwangmo with you.

"You cryin'?" Wolf teased. "Oh, fuck, you are."

"What happened?" the orange-haired male asked, concern evident in his face.

"Someone's inside," you muttered, too scared to be heard. "The doorknob's busted."

"Amateur," Wolf interjected.

As if you were not even aware of his existence, you simply kept holding his underling's hands tightly. To Wolf's irritation, you even pulled his subordinate into an embrace, searching for comfort and asking for help.

"Hwangmo," you sobbed.

That almost drove Wolf over the edge.

His eyes darkened at the sight of you confiding to his right-hand man instead of him, when he was the first one to approach you and not Hwangmo. The same man he was always with when he was doing errands from the big boss, assisting him with sweeping the garbage, having the same face and knuckle wounds—Hwangmo was a violent guy like him, and yet, you do not appear to fear him the way you did with Wolf. In a way, he envied Hwangmo and desired to switch places with him. For a reason he knew too well, he was frustrated that even Hwangmo could be capable of softness—and you even let that softness in.

He craved your attention as though it was a necessity, as though it was his right—as though it was right. Perhaps, it was. After all, you were his, as he was yours.

Vexed, he went inside in your stead. The reason was unknown, even for him. He was uncertain if it was due to your display of clinging onto someone else, him just caring for your sake, or him wanting to be praised for his heroism—he was unsure. Hell, this was his first time feeling this way. No less for a person who seemed would hate the idea of being his.

"Where's he going?" you panicked—again, not addressing him directly.

"Seongje's got this," Hwangmo assured you.

"Who?"

"Wolf."

Inside your unit, Wolf switched the lights on and wore your plush indoor slippers. Light on his feet, he attempted to walk the pace you have and located the rat that made your door useless. He checked every nook and cranny, practically turning your flat upside down just to find his target. Not so long, he heard a rustling under your bed.

"Idiotic fuck."

From outside, you heard a sharp scream followed by a bone-chilling crack. The main door was opened, and you watched Wolf dragging a person by the hair.

Your stalker.

"Didn't I tell you that this is my turf?" He scowled, taking his glasses off and giving it to his right-hand man uncharacteristically gentle. "Specs."

You closed your eyes and covered your ears, but the sound of his fist hitting the man against the railings of the apartment reached you.

"I'll tell the police!" your stalker threatened.

"That you stalked and broke in in someone's flat then got pulverized?" He laughed. "Sure, you will."

You heard something hard hit the metal rails. Your stalker grunted each time it did.

"I'm sure you can survive the fall," Wolf exclaimed with mirth dripping from each word. "This is the third floor, you know?"

"I...won't," the rat pleaded. "I won't come here again! I won't bother her again!"

With Wolf's last punch, your stalker passed out, his head hanging limply. You soulmate let his victim fall onto the floor without any ounce of care. Instead, he scanned his bruised knuckles drip with blood.

Removing your hands from your ears, you ran straight to your unit with urgency.

"Not even a verbal thanks?" Wolf teased. "You're cruel, Senior."

"Senior, where are you going?"

"I'm checking for cameras."

Hwangmo exhaled, feeling the tension, which almost grew but did not.

"We can lend her one of the empty units," he suggested, returning his superior's eyewear.

"Those shits are dusty. Can't have her gagging again after a display of charity, can we?" Wolf wiped his glasses with a portion of his shirt that did not have any blood. "Just guard her door tonight. We'll buy a replacement knob tomorrow."

You woke up to your lungs dry and heavy.

You opened your eyes to see light passing through the small gap of your bedroom door.

"Why are the lights on?" you whispered.

"Ah, yes," you talked to yourself as you went out. "Hwangmo's sleeping here because the doorknob's ruined."

You were walking to get yourself a glass of water when you saw a familiar purple hair through your peripheral vision.

"Seongje?" you said, still half-awake.

"Seongje?" He took his jacket off and fixed his sitting posture. "Where'd you learn that name from?"

Did he notice?

"It was a slip of his tongue. Hwangmo's."

"Yeah?"

There was silence that hung thick as you took a step back away to reach the kitchenette of your apartment. It was a clumsy attempt to distract him from the fact that you uttered a word—your first word as his soulmate—directly to him, and you were hesitant if you could actually pull it off. You were not even sure why you were trying to grab a knife from the few pieces you had, but your gut was telling you to have something that could protect you. The small of your back made contact with the sink, while he remained sitting on the couch—he was not physically blocking the exit but could grab you easily if you were ever to attempt to make a dash for it—and yet, there was a shift in the air. It was malicious, territorial, famished—predatory.

The seriousness that he typically had returned to his face; he was far from being entertained, which he usually was when he was messing around with you against your wishes. He appeared to be calm, like he was calculating the time he must take to close the distance between the two of you, which was not difficult considering how small this apartment was.

"Since when have you known?" he said, his head tilting to the side—a habit of yours he adapted.

He has speculations that you did know all along, especially since you have been acting so avoidant with him whenever he was around, but there was something that told him that you knew the truth a lot earlier.

"Since when did you know?" he repeated, placing his glasses onto your coffee table.

Your breath has been caught in your throat; you knew that this was the end of your year-long, one-sided masquerade.

"Why are you here in my unit?" you pathetically inquired.

"I asked you first."

"Thank you for dealing with him, but you can go now."

"One more bullshit, and I'll knee you." With few steps, he closed the distance between the two of you to a single meter. "Don't think of grabbing that knife."

You did not listen to him and blindly picked one of the knives. It was the thinnest yet longest one. You pointed it at him, gripping the handle so hard your knuckles have turned lighter.

"Leave," you said.

"Not before you tell me why the fuck would you hide this from me."

"Leave, Wolf."

He hissed in pain and grunted, "How the hell are you not feeling hot?"

You were.

All this time, you were.

You were just hiding it, because having this pain was better than having him.

"I don't want you."

People with sadistic tendencies experience enjoyment when seeing others react to the pain or violence they inflicted them, while those who are masochistic in nature find pleasure in receiving actions that are typically considered as violent and derogatory.

Wolf was not a clueless young man who was oblivious to his sadomasochism. If anything, he knows himself so well he actively seek indulgement to satisfy it. As his journey to search for anything to give him the appropriate stimulation, he has heard insults after insults after insults that they have stopped affecting him the way he intended. After a few years of constant fighting, verbal arguments do not feel enough—they do not feel like anything anymore.

Still, he knew all too well how to distinguish insults from the otherwise.

What you said was not an insult at all.

So why did it feel like one?

"Say that again."

"I didn't tell you, because I don't want you." You sighed to calm your nerves, you fingers tensing around the handle. "You won't get any merit from doing this. Just stop."

"Where is the mark?"

"I'm not telling you," you insisted.

"I'm losing all the patience I saved just for you."

"Why do you think I don't want you? Why do you think I would want you?"

You wished your words of rejection stung him—they did.

"Keep running your mouth, and I'll close it for you."

"How? Are you going to beat me up the way you do with those people unprovoked?"

"Keep testing me," he warned.

"Even if you hit me, it wouldn't even be a shock to me."

He stepped close to you.

You changed your initial grip and swung your dominant hand to stab him with the knife.

"Crazy bitch—"

He grabbed you by the wrist. You did not let go of the blade. Your nails dug deep into the flesh of your palm. You kept pushing. He kept holding you back. You used your other hand to increase the force. The wedge approached his eye; only an inch remained before it punctured him.

"Hah," he exhaled.

Wolf Keum has been known by those like him to have a three-second rule, which states that anyone who holds eye-contact with him for three seconds or more will be kissing his fist. Of course, not everyone was aware of that—and he adored the fact that there are individuals who do not—and they unfortunately get obliterated before they could even realize that they have broken that unsaid rule.

Those who have mentored you and watched you speak in front of the crowd have known your own three-second rule. It refers to your habit of staring at a particular person in the audience for no more that three seconds before looking away to glance at the other ones.

Right now, you have broken your own rule. Right now, he was not punishing you for breaking his rule, too.

From his position, he could clearly see the fullness of your intention to rob him of his ability to see with both his eyes. He cackled at the view of your fear vanishing ang becoming replaced with something more brave, of something more dangerous. For such a stupid reason, you were so prepared to take him down just so he would not be able to touch you and to claim what the divine beings have given to him. He never assumed that you could ever be more beautiful now that you were glaring at him with eyes filled with resentment and adrenaline than when you were smiling peacefully as though there were no threats in this world that could ever make you feel afraid for your life.

If it were anyone else, they would have been cowering in fear in front of him and begging for his forgiveness, and yet, there you were, staring at him straight in the eye as though it was the rightest thing in the world.

"[Name]," he said so quietly you could mistake it for a purr.

His free hand moved to your neck and grasped the soft flesh that filled the hollowness of your airway. He could feel your pulse against his thumb, beating, throbbing, telling him to let go. However, he did none of the sort. He did not take his hand off, nor did he loosen the grip he had around your wrist.

"Senior."

He smiled, and then, he punched you straight to the gut.

"You—ack!"

The knife fell from your hands, while you fell onto him. You coughed. You wheezed. You cried in pain.

"Bastard," you gasped, your breathing ragged. "You lunatic!"

"You kept blabbering about me being violent and shit, and yet you almost took my eye out."

You clawed his shirt in order to gain some stability, and he could feel your nails digging into his skin despite his thick shirt. He kicked the blade away while you latched onto him. Your vision swam due to the impact of his punch against your body, and you could only assume that the moment you let go will be the moment you would fall onto the floor. He did not stop you, but he pushed you away just a tad bit so he could still see your face. Your head hung behind while your back was now supported by his left forearm. He lifted your shirt up just below your chest, and he saw the letters peak through the waistband of your bottoms and undergarments—he tugged them down.

Just low enough to see.

Just low enough to feel.

Just low enough to make you feel.

"Don't," you threatened.

Wolf—Seongje—Geum was not kind.

He was not going to stop just because you told him to.

"Hm? What are you gonna do about it?"

He used his thumb to trace the words on your stomach, internally laughing that his firsts were nothing graceful, just like he was.

"So you knew a year ago."

He grinned, but all it seemed to you was an animal baring its teeth.

"I said, don't."

"And I asked you, what are you gonna do about it?"

Before he could touch the last syllable and end the process, you slapped his hand away from you skin. Using the heel of your palm, you hit the bottom part of his jaw with all your might. Without any missing beat, you bolted to the door, not paying any mind to your still bare feet. You bit the inner flesh of your cheek as your vision darkened; you would not possibly stop your escape just because you were still nauseous from the hit.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Just an arm away from your door, your feet were then lifted from the ground. Before your mind could register it, you were thrown onto the couch with such force that could knock you out. He moved on top of you and placed himself between your legs. Horror has enveloped your whole figure, yet you did not let it petrify you. Even with your vulnerable position, you mustered all your courage and kicked him on the side. Not letting him recover, you curled your fist and hit him with the back of your hand. You pulled yourself together and attempted to get away, but Wolf pulled you by the ankle. He locked his arms around you from behind, and even when you elbowed him so many times, he did not set you free.

"You little shit, let me go!"

You inhaled a lungful of air—

You headbutted him.

"Fuck!" Wolf shouted, his arms losing strength.

"Senior!" The door was kicked open to Hwangmo's horrified expression. "What the hell's happening here?"

"Help me get up," you said. "Quick!"

He complied to your request without asking any unnecessary questions first. He guided you to your divider furniture, and you leaned your whole body weight onto it for support. The adrenaline that kept you standing has dispersed, and the initial rush you had has left you. You panted as you pulled your bottoms, eyes squeezed shut while you felt the aftermath of your squabble with the infamous rabid dog himself.

"That thing's my soulmate," you answered without being asked.

"Oh," Hwangmo said, pitying you.

"Shouldn't you be rejoicing that I'm yours?" Wolf huffed, finally regaining his full consciousness after your attack.

You did not reply to his mocking and fixed your appearance. You massaged your hands, their first time being used to fight and all. While him, he gazed at you as if you were the most ethereal being in the universe. He looked so drunk, his liquor being your rage and disgust.

"So what's your plan?" Hwangmo voiced out, not wanting to further fuel your impending wrath. "I mean, you two are not exactly the most compatible pair."

You nodded, agreeing fully.

"We'll trace each other's first words." For the first time, you looked at him calmly. "After this, let's just pretend not to know each other."

"Nah."

As fast as the word left his mouth, you picked up a picture frame from the displays and threw it straight to your other half's forehead. Lucky for him, he dodged, and the frame landed onto the couch with a thump.

"Then what's the point of you asking me where my mark is if you didn't even want us to trace it?"

You clicked your tongue.

This is why you never liked being angry. You automatically throw everything you put your hands on before you could even rationalize your feelings.

"I never said anything about us not tracing each other's marks, sweet." He even had the gal to shrug. "I just don't want to pretend that we don't know each other after this."

The vein on your forehead bulged and on the verge of popping.

"What are you, a romantic?" you hissed. "Just burn yourself to death, would you?"

"I'm burning, alright?"

Hwangmo sweatdropped, feeling awkward that he was there with the two of you, like a child watching his old, divorced parents argue for the nth time today.

"When are we gonna buy the doorknob?" your underclassman shifted the conversation. "Wolf."

"Maybe tomorrow," he replied.

"I'm buying it myself, so don't bother." You pinched your nose bridge in annoyance. "And give me back my first aid kit, Wolf."

He wore his eyes glasses before shooting you a cheeky wink.

"Call me Seongje."

It did nothing to appease your negative feelings. In fact, it only made you more furious. However, you were too tired to deal with any of this any longer.

"Hwangmo, return my kit at the morning."

"Will do."

Extra:

There was a young man who was sitting at the students' lounge with his eyes watering in fatigue. His purple hair was being secured back by a wire headband, and his glasses, which he usually wore, was neatly folded along his uniform collar. He had a lollipop stick in between his teeth, the candy already melted not too long ago, and his right hand, still bruised, was holding a mechanical pencil. If one were to check his upper arm, they would see a nicotine patch plastered against his skin. He yawned, exhausted from doing all the duties he had for the union and having no complete rest for a week now. To top it all off, he just finished a fight an hour or two ago with a guy whose name he did not even know but managed to tick him off.

"Hey," he tried catching the attention of the personsitting across from him—you. "Hey."

"What?" you snapped.

"What's this mean?"

Without even looking up from your notebook, you pushed his own back to him.

"That's for you to figure out, dumbass."

Normally, he would punch the person who has insulted him, but he just zipped his mouth since he was aware that you could just ignore him for a year without feeling any guilt. He did not want another surge of nagging from you, knowing how accurately your words could hit him as if there was a target drawn on his back. Maybe it was his influence rubbing on you, or maybe this was your real personality all along, but you really had the knack on making him feel ashamed for not being a good citizen. Yes, you never actively tried to convert him into a kind person altogether, yet being around you makes him doubt if he really was as unbothered as he claimed himself to be since his middle school years.

"I will, damn."

You popped a soft candy in your mouth and quietly chew it. You then heard Wolf grunting before saying something incoherent under his breath.

"What now?"

"I've been reading this shit for thirty minutes," he complained.

"And? Is your program mine?"

Defeated, he rolled his eyes—again, a habit he learned from you.

"You know, you should act a little sweeter with me."

"Why? Because we're soulmates?" You flipped though your own notes. "You knew that If I had the choice, I would ask for a smarter other half, but here I am. I get what I get, and you get what you get, no?"

At this point, he knew that opening his mouth would be a self-trap that would lead him to a knock-out.

"If you can't figure these out, drop out," you said, not realizing that this was the same thing he told you some time ago. "I'm not helping you with your studies, especially when I didn't even force you to transfer here."

A year has passed after the revelation, and it has been months after this guy has switched programs and colleges just for you—or whatever he meant by that. The two of you never acted the way soulmates would, being loving and all, but that connection would be obvious in moments where Seongje would glare at those people you call friends whenever they linger too long. You never touched him after the time you traced each other's marks, and he never did, too, yet the space he maintained when he sat beside you would be too close for comfort, if it were not for the fact that the two of you were technically made for one another. Anyone with eyes could see that although you do not see Wolf as someone important the same level he sees you, he still stayed and even changed slightly for the better because of you. One could argue that it was because he was growing older that was why he has become more tamer compared to how he used to be in the past, but that would be untrue. No other viable reason could explain the change in his overall behavior except the soulmate link.

"[Name]."

From under the desk you both shared, he nudged your leg with his right foot. When you did not glance at him, he lightly kicked you again; this time, on your thigh.

"[Name], let's go on a date after this."

"I'm not your girlfriend."

"You could be."

"No."

He stood up, his demeanor undergoing a whole one-eighty-degree switch. Before he could take another step, you rose from your seat and pulled him back.

"Fucking hell, Seongje." you seethed. "Are you serious?"

"Date?"

"Finish your activities first."

With that, he grinned deviously, enjoying his victory over you.

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aidensolas · 3 months ago

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A TRULY VEHEMENT FOLLOWING

Obsessed! (?) Two Time x Reader

Hey guys sorry for being off the radar for a while it's because I finally got my milestone IV Two Time yippie! Anyways even though this story isn't that dark it deserves a warning or two so only read if you're okay with it!

The moon was hung low in the sky, its silver light filtering through the gnarled branches of the dead trees that surrounded the clearing. A cold wind blew through the forest, carrying the scent of damp earth and something metallic.

On the ground, a pattern of symbols was drawn in red chalk, bleeding into the soil like veins forming a sun with sharp blades. The air was heavy with silence, broken only by distant rustling of leaves and the soft chanting of the cultists in a circle around the ritual. They were all in black, their faces hidden, and murmuring in hushed tones, their hands raised to the sky as if calling something.

In the center of the circle, a stone altar stood, cold and ancient, with flickering candles that cast long shadows. The cult leader, in deep purple robes, raised a ceremonial dagger above the altar, his voice growing louder with each word.

"The spawn answer our call! You have promised an incarnate of your divine being! A living person to free us from our suffering! We call you as a testament to the answer to our deeds, an answer to your eternal divinity."

A crackling sound split the air. Lightning struck. The heavens themselves seemed to tear open. A shimmer appeared in the center of the symbol. There was no time to react. The center of the symbol had a person now. A person in robes, a giant witch hat, and skeletal wings and a tail. The person on the center flailed as they hit the ground. You blinked in shock. A little dazed as you tried to make sense of what was happening.

One moment you were playing DnD with your friends having fun and thinking it was the best day ever and the next you’re in the middle of a ritual greeted by people you don't know or would like to know in the matter of fact. It was all a blur on the events that transpired next, you were entitled with being the so-called incarnation of a higher being as so to say having the signature signs of the one most normally believed to be affiliated with their 'higher being' or at least blessed by them. Wings embraced by a skeletal cover? Well check. A tail that's also skeletal and arches into a circle? Check. You argue that it's all a coincidence and none of it is true to which the one who conducted the ritual calmly stated for you to prove it. Flabbergasted and surprised that the cult is actually hearing you out, you tried to pull off the wings and the tail the main signs of what ensnares you but all you were met with is a forceful pain as you try to do so. Now the cult believes you to be their promised one you were quickly endowed with robes and garments fit for royalty and now you were just... Here.

As you stayed within the cult as they prohibited you from leaving their watchful eyes, you were frankly bored and to pass the time the cult decided to give you one of their own as a subordinate his name was Two Time though they were a bit awkward in your first meeting stumbling and bumbling over their own words as they called you his 'Divine' one.. They truly meant well as they would always accommodate on what you asked for, would always be on your beck and call, they're also quite a looker despite their pale complexion and clumsy personality. As time went on they became more open and more comfortable with talking to you yet they still call you by a title and wouldn't budge no matter what you say. Well life here can't be that bad right?

Two Time is a person with a strong sense of faith no matter whether it be their belief or not they will stand by what they think is the truth or what they deem it to be. So, imagine their surprise when you came along a person which the cult admitted being the incarnation of the 'Spawn' sure they were ecstatic, but they can't help but feel doubtful of your identity. The spawn responding after the graceful silence they've been in for the past decade. Even a person with unwavering faith in the cult is a bit skeptical to say the least though they wouldn't question you themselves as if the following deemed it so they would oblige. It would come as another surprise that the leader of the following would assign himself as the subordinate of the so-called incarnation of the spawn though they wanted to reject the initial offer their faith and their belief in the following made them agree in Favour of it as if it was asked of them, they would do so.

So they met you in person, a little in awe in how great you personally looked, a person who's tacked and well-dressed being adorned the finest of robes and a set of functioning skeletal tails and wings. They were oddly enamored by those features of yours they wondered how it would feel against their hands as gently caressed would it hurt? Two Time heard the process of getting those wings and tail is the process of constant pain and suffering but it's a blessing to be given another chance at life and yet you seem relatively fine in the fact almost unbothered by the presence of it.

Is it because you're truly the incarnation? They have no clue. Breaking their thoughts as they see you looking at them in anticipation, they clumsily introduce themselves as well as stating the purpose of being your personal subordinate. The more Two Time stares at you as you shake the hand that's been outreached to you the more weirded out, they are regarding your position. Your touch is a little warm and out of place as it braces their hands... It felt weird to feel this way but, it isn't unwelcome it just feels off as if they don't deserve this something... Out of his league to say so. Two Time jitters back to reality as they hastily retract their hand and once more to mutter his name albeit more silent. No more words were said that day they just stood still in your quarters and would do the actions they were asked to do so by you.

Their opinion would come to change as day by day they got to spend time with you personally as your subordinate. Two Time would be often tasked to be by your side when conducting with the daily hearings and prayers conducted by the following. You were to be kept hidden and concealed as the hearings happened as to respect your reverence thought they became more lighthearted and accepted your position as the incarnation, a little nagging voice in their mind tells them to be skeptical of the slightest chance you aren't. The hearings happened as normal, the followers would tell you upon their days, sins, blessings, wishes, hopes and you would be the person to listen and perhaps grant them the blessing of forgiveness or the blessing of granting those requests.

Two time stood still by the area you were concealed and hidden only your voice being heard as one of the followers of the cult rambled on about his day and how he always wanted to own a simple bakery on the block spreading cheer and joy to those who eats inside his bakery, he described what the bakery should look like and the aesthetic he was going for he prayed that you would grant his wish even though he was just a new member. You thought his dreams were endearing and was honestly looking for an out to be kicked out of the cult, if you told this man, you would grant his wish, and it didn't happen wouldn't they realize you're fake? So, you decided to offer your words of confirmation to him. "When the dawn's light breaks the night, a secret shall take flight; what heart's desire in slumber's keep, will bloom anew with morning's leap." The follower seemed to have understood what you meant and jumped up in joy thanking you for hearing him out and left promptly after. "Why'd you grant his request and not the others?" Two Time asked as they noticed out of all the requests that you could have given affirmation to you chose the single last one which was definitely the hardest to grant. You decided to think about it and honestly out of all the requests you took, that single follower was probably the one you liked the best. As other people asked for things like forgiveness or advice, and you were honestly bored of that and since you needed a way to disprove yourself why not? You left the area to where you would be concealed as you patted Two Time's back "You don't trust me?" Two Time looked at you for a bit and shook their head "It's not that I don't it's just... I'm sorry my Divinity.. I shouldn't question your intentions." You chucked a bit at their dull reaction "Don't worry Two Time you'll always be my favourite subordinate or uh... Servant for that matter." You said as a joke, but little did you see as Two Time hid their head to look at the other side, they were blushing although just a little bit.

The next day to your surprise somehow the follower you granted the request to get his wish granted. Even though you were surprised as he barged in and thanked you, ruining another person's hearing in the moment, the word in the following quickly got out that a wish of a follower has been granted. Two Time being the most surprised as they felt guilty and scared of confronting you as a follower of their degree should have never doubted you in the first place. As you wrapped up your final hearings for the day and was about to step out Two Time told you there was one more hearing you needed to attend to, and it was theirs. They asked for forgiveness as they kneeled to you head down, you gently cup their cheeks as you ruffled his hair in a playful manner. "It doesn't matter if you believe me or not all that it matters is that you stay true to yourself besides you're my favored one no matter what you do I'll see it in a good light." You say not giving it much thought as you're not accustomed to Two Time taking everything so seriously and this time it won't end up good for the both of you. Two Time raised their head blushing, looking at you like they spent their whole life waiting to see you, they rubbed their face onto your hand's eyes closed as they gently held your hands with their own. "I'll serve you earnestly. I promise my great one." You sighed as you thought in your head 'You won't be saying that for long anyway.'

Each and every time you would try to disprove yourself and escape it would somehow be disproved and it would end up making you look more like a deity than a fraud. A person asked for a blessing? They got it immediately. Materialistic desires? Somehow got granted. The more you think about it the more you realized the people in the cult wasn't all that bad sure they may look scary but they have their own lives though the practices to get a second life is indeed not what you thought it'd be you were disensitized as you never really felt part of their own world though Two Time in the other hard grew more faithful day by day. As a person whose faith reigned more than their own morality Two Time knows they shouldn't feel this way about you, they've always wondered what it feels like to embrace you as theirs as they would often look at you for an alarming amount of time before shaking their head and looking away, but can you blame them? You've always seemed to give them special treatment though you were monotone and serious when it came to other followers, you were smiling and showing your emotions only to them, they feel special as to be the person who receives your attention and trust. They know they shouldn't feel this way but it gets hard to do so each fleeting moment they spend together and the more Two Time thinks about you the more twisted his obsession becomes as in their mind the only fitting subordinate to ever grave your presence was them.

It started off innocent and cute really... Two Time would become less frigid and cold as you both talked, they would be more worried and concerned for your safety always nagging on how you should take care of yourself they would often to try and initiate small levels of kinship like holding your hands or being close to you a little clingy infact as he would even stand outside your quarters as you slept. This wouldn't last long as the more you spend time with them the more twisted his mind becomes opting to more unconventional means to prove his worth and undying faith to you. He would often enter your quarters after they know you would be sound asleep looking at your sleeping face makes them feel special as they're the only person who's seen you this vulnerable and liable to danger he would often rub their face against yours as they held your hand often thinking how it would feel if you were to embrace them wholly to become one with them, (not that kind.) their heart would beat faster as they caress your wings adorned by a skeletal structure as it felt cool and smooth to their touch, they've always wanted to this. This was their only moment to savor no one else's as only they can see this part of you, as your faithful subordinate no... your only faithful subordinate will be the first and last person to be able to do these things with you. No one else. As time passes on Two Time became more manipulative and vocal about what they didn't like, optioning to tell you on what people thought about you as they realized that even if you are the incarnation you heavily relied on other people's opinion on you, you began to isolate yourself from the following even though you wanted to leave you still taught they were nice people do you didn't want to bother them anymore, to which Two Time became ecstatic as you spent more time with them. If given the chance they would always rest his head on your lap as they embrace your legs muttering how faithful they are to you and that you've changed their life for the better. You would always comb your hands through their hair which would make them feel more special as you chose to embrace them and only them as you could have always pushed them away and rejected them, but you didn't. You always accept everything from them with open arms so ofcourse how aren't they going to feel special? They threw out modestly a long time ago when they stopped thinking of you as a person out of their league and instead thinking you're the only person worth their love.

Your dedicated servant would always be Two Time. No matter what you do or what you say, he is your only devoted servant since without them, no one else in the world would support you as much as they do. They might not be able to hurt anyone for you yet, but only time will tell before a severed head in your bedroom caused by your name will be found. A sacrifice and a statement that only a person as devoted as them will be the only thing you will need.

Notes:

I finished it. Me sleepy. I won't tag anyone because I don't know if they'd like something like this... Thanks to @brain4stew for saying we need more stuff like this it's so true it's simply a need to have more obsessive and yandere type stuff!

Yippie bald two time.

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fawninthesnow · 6 months ago

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𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥: part one

Part 2

𐙚 Marcus acacius x fem!reader/emperor geta x fem!reader 𐙚 18+

Summary: You are the Empress of Rome in a mundane marriage to Emperor Geta. After a military banquet, you find yourself in the bedroom of his subordinate, Marcus Acacius.

Warnings/Contains: fem reader, smut, teasing, pinning, [slight] dirty talk, unprotected sex, cheating, deny orgm, not proof read,

Word Count: 2.5k

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hydroj1ns · 6 months ago

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puppy hybrid hinata thoughts … and husky-hybrid kageyama cameo!

cw: hybrids, owner/pet, humping, jealousy

you couldn’t leave the shelter without adopting him, the cutest little puppy you ever laid your eyes on.

you couldn’t resist those huge, shining eyes that practically begged you to just please bring me home. and those little whimpers that left his mouth when you entered ran your fingers through his messy, but soft, orange hair. you were the first to come into the shelter in a long time, and it had been even longer since hinata felt someone’s warm touch on his skin.

when you finally took him home, he immediately started sniffing around your house, from the living room to the guest room (which was now his), until he finally made his way to your room.

you tried telling him that this one wasn’t his, that he had already passed the living space you had prepared for him, but he barged in anyway. his usually floppy ears perked up right when he entered, standing straight on his head like traffic cones.

you just stood there, unsure of what to do other than observe your new puppy’s strange behavior. little did you know, hinata was completely overwhelmed by the way your scent infiltrated his receptors. and he loved it.

he suddenly took long, quick strides to jump onto your bed, nuzzling the sheets and cuddling your pillows and oh god, it all smelled like you.

you smiled at the sight, now sure that yes, this was the right decision. you joined him, sitting on the edge of the bed, but as soon as your bottom made a dip on the mattress, he tackled you, forcing you to lay down with him.

the orange-colored hybrid rested his head against your chest and clung to you, wrapping his lanky limbs around your frame, pulling you ever so close. as he listened to the steady thump thump of your heart, his own started beating faster when you started absentmindedly playing with the hairs near his nape.

your puppy certainly did wear his heart on his sleeve (if that wasn’t already obvious by the way his tail was aggressively beating against your leg).

it had been a long day at work. your boss had tasked you with training the new hire, a husky hybrid by the name of kageyama.

honestly, he was kind of cute. because you were his assigned mentor, he was practically attached to your hip the whole day.

when you were teaching him the interface of the program he was expected to use, he was very attentive, practically breathing on your face as he observed every graph and date table you showed him.

you also appreciated the way he maintained eye contact with you, but honestly, it was a little bit intense; you couldn’t help but look away now and again because of that hungry, almost predatory gaze he held. he’s certainly very passionate about learning!

kageyama ate lunch with you too! he’s such a sweet coworker to keep you company while you eat! though, you swore you could feel someone staring at you when your attention was focused on your phone— you made it a habit to text hinata during your lunch breaks; you hate the thought of your adorable pup getting lonely.

and finally you could go home! not before receiving a bow from your grateful husky subordinate, however. he’s so polite.

when you returned home, you were immediately met with a strong hug from shoyo, causing the two of you to fall backwards in the entryway. giggling, you ruffle his soft hair.

you expected him to reply with his usual cheer, “welcome home!” but was surprised when he didn’t. instead, you were greeted by suspicious sniffs, hinata’s cold nose dragging through your hair and gliding over your neck and wrists.

“sho? what’s wrong?” you ask, worriedly. had something happened at home? did you forget to prepare him a meal in the fridge? did he-

“you… you smell like another hybrid.” he whispered, his agitation revealed by the way he refused to meet your eyes and rested his hands on the tail curled around his folded legs.

quickly, you make sure to comfort him, embracing him in your arms, “oh sho, please don’t be mad, it’s probably just the new husky my boss asked me to train! you know you’re the only puppy i want in my life….”

internally, you were amused by your pup’s possessiveness. he had never shown you this side of him before, and truth be told, it was very cute.

these thoughts were quickly expelled when hinata abruptly took you by the wrist and dragged you to your bedroom. you yelped; hinata had never been forceful with you, what was going on?

you were shoved roughly onto the matress, wrists pinned down by shoyo's cold hands. when did he get so strong?

"shoyo, honey, i swear you have nothing to worry about. it was just work between us, nothing more." you say in hopes of comforting your anxious pup.

but your words travel through one ear and out the other as the orange-haired hybrid noses at your neck, growling lowly. shoyo never growled. it was uncharacteristic of him. he was always well-behaved and cheerful, attributes that you loved.

fine. if he was going to be like this, "sho, i don't know what's gotten into you, but let me go. now." it wasn't often that you scolded shoyo.

for some reason, when he registered your stern voice, he felt something blooming in his chest. a hot, hot feeling, something he couldn't quite decipher. it confused him, and the throbbing feeling that was beginning to arise in his shorts wasn't helping. maintaining his grip on your wrists, he pressed his whole body onto yours, rendering you almost completely unable to move.

your pup started whimpering, unaware of what was happening to his body; all he knew was that he needed you against him.

shoyo began rutting his erection on your thigh, the friction relieving some of his desperate need for release. you could feel the immense warmth radiating from him as pants and whimpers fell from his mouth, pressed right against the shell of your ear.

then, realization hit you. the possessiveness, the jealousy...you weren't sure when to expect this kind of behavior from your pup because it hadn't been long since you brought him home, but you knew that estrous periods were when hybrids felt the most vulnerable.

you relaxed your tense muscles and managed to wriggle your arm from under his weight to tangle a hand in his bright hair. combing through his silky locks and scratching his soft ears, you whispered, "shh, its okay sho, just keep going...."

it was like your encouragement tightened the already tight grip you hand around his heart, his being, his reason for living. he loved you. he couldn't imagine being with anyone else. you were all he thought of when you went to work. you're the first person he thinks of when he wakes up and the last person he thinks of when he falls asleep.

your thigh against his heat felt so good. he couldn't help but imagine doing this every estrous cycle, going further with you, feeling your warmth embracing him... the grinding against you became faster, harder, more desperate, and shoyo could feel himself getting to his climax. you could practically feel how his cock throbbed, even between layers of clothing. as you gently tugged on his hair and whispered more sweet praises into his ears, sensitive from your light touches, he came into his pants. the warmth seeped through his boxers into his shorts.

he lifted his head from next to yours and you were met with his signature puppy eyes, blown wide from his orgasm and threatening to spill tears down his cheeks from how overwhelmed he felt. the hybrid pouted as you gave him a tired smile and leaned down to nuzzle his cheek against yours--- a silent apology.

you sighed and petted his hair--- your own silent forgiveness.

you got up first, "lets talk about this in the bath sho. your shorts are ruined."

and shoyo happily followed you like always, forgetting all the jealousy he welcomed you with.

#cw hybrids #hydroj1ns thirsts #sorry my first time writing hybrid and pet dyanmic im ngl this has been sitting in drafts for like 2 months thats why the ending is so bad #but its justa drabble anyway #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu x male reader #hinata x reader #hinata fluff #haikyuu x reader #hinata shoyo x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcannons #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu fanfiction #hybrid haikyuu #haikyuu x male reader fluff #haikyuu male reader fluff #haikyuu hybrid au

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joonsytip · 1 year ago

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Only for Love || Mingyu - Part 1

Pairings: Mingyu x Fem!Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Husband!Mingyu, Cold Wife!Reader, Arranged Marriage au, Contract Marriage au, Divorce au

Synopsis: When an accidental discovery has your perception of happy married life crumbling down, you do what you think is the best for everyone involved. Naturally, your opinion of the best doesn't cater to your husband's. So what happens when things spiral out due to unforeseen events?

Warnings: This part is SFW, Reader is cold & blunt but also shy, Mingyu is gullible and impulsive, lack of communication, profanities, heartbreak, breakup alluding to emotional cheating.

Word Count: 6.5k

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Teaser | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Epilogue

The sun is shining brightly in the clear sky with white, fluffy clouds drifting across in it. Just like the clouds, Mingyu has been drifting away in his pool of thoughts. As he sips his favourite beverage which he decided to get before starting work for the day, the smile on his lips never leaves.

Life has been good to Mingyu lately. His boss has boosted to him about the surety of him being promoted to the Head of Brand Marketing, a position he has been eyeing for a long time, which would also mean an upgrade in paycheck so he could contribute more in the care of his parents, pampering his sister a bit more even though they have always been content.

A notification breaks his blissful reverie and the contact name on the screen widens the stretch of his lips. It's a text from Sora, his girlfriend of five years. But his lips curl down as he reads the message stating she's extending her stay at her home for some reasons again, for the third time. A frown sits on his face at the thought of spending another series of nights in his empty shared apartment without being in the embrace of the love of his life.

Mingyu wears his heart on his sleeves. He can be defined as a pure romanticist, an absolute sentimentalist. He's liked by everyone. Apart from sculpted physique and height, he's lovable because of his nature as well.

It's a daily routine, he walks into his workplace and a swarm of bee like people come to greet him, some wanting just a glimpse of him, some wanting to get running guidance on how to maintain work-life balance, others just to confirm that Kim Mingyu isn't just a myth but an actual existence.

It's also evident that Mingyu is popular not only because of looks but also how he always helps his coworkers, a great leader to his subordinates, an outstanding resource to his bosses and a reliable asset to the company. The year-end performance evaluation knocks around the corner and everyone is busy to clock details, set the impression right. Mingyu has a good feeling about it.

He isn't much of a private person, he flaunts everything he is proud of, never to rub off arrogantly but with a sincere smile and soft eyes. But only his family and group of close friends know that he's planning to propose to Sora once she returns, that he has already bought the ring that sits hidden in his apartment closet.

After work, he decides to visit the Game Parlour where he can't be dimed as a regular but he definitely visits it often. Mingyu had a knack for gaming since childhood, he was a pro gamer during his university days often being called to participate in the championships, winning many of them. Though he would have loved a career in the gaming industry but that teenage boy wasn't courageous enough to take the risk.

The first thing he seeks after logging into his gaming account is for a specific Id. As soon as he sees the green dot beside he puts on his headphone and pings in the chatbox.

phoenix_726 is another gamer whom no matter what Mingyu is never able to beat nowadays. He always bags the second position and when they team up, it's a given no other can be the winner.

Mingyu often throws banter to the gamer, to whom he assumes is another closely aged man from the voice he has heard while gaming. They stay anonymous to each other and share bits and frustrations of life. No one else knows but Mingyu has another friend in form him, whom he ocassionally confides in, there's an sense of goodfaith. Having a great sense of humour and gaming skills, he definitely helps Mingyu shake off his worries and have a good time. So Mingyu casually slips that he's gonna propose to his long time girlfriend soon and invites him to the wedding already. All giddy, he says he can't wait for the day to come.

Mingyu is a crying mess when that day finally comes. He's inconsolable. He feels like his world has collapsed. Not only did Sora slap a rejection to his proposal, she also had admitted to emotional cheating on him before leaving. Another batch of fresh tears stream down his cheeks when he remembers her words from before.

"I'm sorry Gyu, I can't do this anymore.", Sora says urging him to be off his knees, closing off the ring box, "I don't love you anymore, I've outgrown you."

Mingyu stands frozen. He can't believe his ears, none of the people present believe what they're hearing.

"I had gone back home to take a break from everything, to sort out my feelings. Your presence was overwhelming, it was suffocating me.", she says tearily, "And I realised a lot of things. The reason I kept delaying my return is because I was preparing myself to tell you the truth."

Mingyu snaps out and quickly grabs her hands, "I'm sorry. Please give me another chance, I'll be better.", he swears in tears, "I'd not bother you much, let's start afresh, I'm willing to do everything you want me to.", he begs, "Please, just don't leave me. I love you, I can't live without you."

Sora's sobs echo throughout the venue, "I can't, I have developed feelings for someone else. So please let's end it."

That served as the last nail in the coffin. Mingyu stands straight looking at her and says in hollow voice, "Go. Empty the apartment before I get back. And never show yourself again."

"Come on buddy, let's go my to place.", says Jeonghan, trying to get Mingyu up but failing nonetheless, "What are you doing? Come help me.", he side-eyes and hisses at Soonyoung.

The said man quickly scrumbles on his feet and they both manage to take him to the car.

"Seokmin & Hansol have gone to drop uncle, aunt & Minhee. And now we'll head to my place not Jeonghan's.", Junhui says as he waits in the driver seat patiently for the other three to settle in, ignoring the protests from Jeonghan.

Mingyu takes a whole week off, which is something he has never done before. He also hasn't got his heart crushed before so....

The guys regularly check upon him, dropping by casually. There are some calls from his family and they always keep it short. Everyone hopes for him to be okay but the pain in his chest never subdues. The whole apartment reeks of Sora. The memories flash before his eyes and he hates that he wants them back, wants to go back to the time when they were happy, when there was only love and bliss. He checks his phone every now and then in hopes of getting a text or call from Sora saying it was a mistake and she wants him back but that never happens.

Mingyu thinks he might die from this heartache.

But he tries, tries his best to go on with his life. People notice the change in his demeanor but they don't pry because of the respect they have for him.

Seokmin, one of his closest friends and also colleague visits his cabin to check upon him.

"You don't have to babysit me, Min.", Mingyu sighs as he looks at the chocolate box, his friend places on his table.

"I'm not, Min. But you don't exactly look good currently and I'm afraid more people will come for me now that my rival is lacking.", Seokmin dictates dramatically.

Mingyu laughs, "Yeah sure. The throne is all yours. Don't you have work?"

To that Seokmin instantly deflates, "I'm knees deep in work.", and looks at him with expectant eyes, "We're gonna crash at Jeonghan's tonight."

"Oh, does he know that we're gonna crash at his place for the whole weekend?", Mingyu snorts already knowing the answer.

"Why does he have to know?", Seokmin says, "We're just gonna barge at his place, that guy's bitchless so that shouldn't be a problem--"

Seokmin bites his tongue but it's already late.

"So am I", Mingyu tries to joke smiling sadly and looks at him, "You don't need to feel bad, I'm getting used to it."

The second betrayal comes to him in succession and rather quickly after a month and half later, when in the year-end evaluation it was announced that it's not him but Kim Hanjun, the relative of someone who works in a higher slash powerful position, gets promoted as the Head of Brand Marketing. His hardwork and dedication gets defeated against connections.

Since that day, Mingyu is a changed person within the work space. Once a bubbly personality now is nothing but aloof employee who comes to office and is off his desk as soon as the work hours are over. He doesn't indulge in conversations or attend adhoc works. He already has a resignation letter drafted and saved in his laptop.

Kim Mingyu wishes nothing but misery for the people who have wronged him. He wants nothing but healing for himself.

Your trained gaze alone is enough to send the person lining infront of you six feet under.

"I gave you a whole month to come up with the concept of character design and you bring this to the table.", your tone is dangerously low, "Am I supposed to show this to the Design Director?"

The girl is sweating, as she manages to speak, "I-I'm sorry, I'll get back to you with new inputs."

"How long?", you ask.

"A week. I'll make sure to complete it in a week.", she says with scared eyes.

You sigh, taking your glasses off, "We have a deadline, keep that in mind. You can reach out to Kwon Soonyoung of Art and Naration Department for guidance. Don't bother him much, he's a busy man."

Before she leaves, you add, "Mail me the initial drafts and also coordinate with Dowon, the main characters should complement each other in the terms of their appearance, weapons etc."

Your walking out of the cabin, silences the whole office. As you pass by, all people do is bow to you, they never dare to look at you, nor do they dare to strike a conversation.

Neither are you interested in indulging in any kind of talks with these people who are plain gossipers and can only think of judging people by materialistic bases.

'Ice Princess', that's the cliche nickname you've acquired, which still confuses you but you could care less. All you could care about is work and getting it done.

The day continues and it's during the lunch hour that you get a call from your uncle. And you'd have never imagined, this meet-up would lead him to say something so bizarre, something that would change your life.

"You're getting married.", he says, with all seriousness making your stomach churn.

And before you could open your mouth, he continues, "Trust me this once. You know I would never compromise your happiness with anything less."

Next day, you suddenly find yourself sitting in front of the guy you're supposed to marry.

It's strange and beyond awkward, with neither of you clearly having no idea of what to talk about, where to start and above all how did it come down to something like this.

"Did my uncle threaten you to marry me?", you stay poised, voice stone cold, eyes looking out through the window glass.

Mingyu almost chokes on air but he's quick to regain composure, "Well hello to you too and no, he didn't."

"Then why did you agree on marrying a stranger? I'm sure you don't even know me."

Mingyu sighs, "You should know that your uncle is one of the Senior Executives in the company I work for and I respect him a lot. When he came to me with the proposal, I was taken aback but you sure are beautiful and independent and I have been also meaning to settle down so I couldn't find myself refusing it."

You scoff, "Do you know what you're getting into? I'm not easy to handle, I'm more than capable of making you rip out your hairs."

You continue further, "I don't treat the concept of marriage as some sort of joke or treaty where two involved parties would make a deal or whatever. Uncle has been nagging since forever asking me to get married but I have been pushing it back because...", your voice drops and gaze wavers, "Nevermind. I'm not doing it."

Mingyu gasps at your words before gruffing out, "No please, give me a chance. Look, I have been in a rough patch for past months. I want this marriage to happen just not to bridge connections or to push through any other motives, I want to start afresh."

You squint your eyes at him, "Doesn't sound sincere at all. But I trust uncle and he must have a solid reason if he chose you and you're good looking so it's a bonus. Hence, I'm willing to give it a chance."

You get up from your seat and walk up to him, one hand on the table, other on the armrest of his chair. Hovering over you say, "Kim Mingyu, I have already warned you, if I find any discrepancy after getting married, you'll be a dead meat. I can tolerate anything but betrayal."

Mingyu instantly breaks in cold sweat.

"You're gonna do what?", Minhee asks, in case she has heard it all wrong from her brother.

Mingyu sweeps his gaze across the faces of his parents, his sister and all his friends. They all echo the same expression, they all are utterly dumbfounded.

"I'm getting married", he repeats again, "to Lee Y/N."

"And who's that?", asks his father.

"What do you mean by getting married so suddenly?", this time his mother raises her voice, "Aren't you still silently moping over that girl?"

Silence falls upon the room, until Soonyoong's loud gasp erupts through the room.

That's not something abnormal for Soonyoung to do but Mingyu exactly gets the reason behind it and gestures him to keep his mouth shut.

"Do you know her--", Jeonghan gets cut off.

"Do you have a pic of--", Hansol gets cut off.

"Did you even meet her--", Junhui gets cut off.

"Does Y/N even knows that you're marrying her?", Soonyoung is the one who gets to finish his question.

Mingyu heaves a breath after getting bombarded with non stop questions. His head spins and he hasn't even started yet.

Seokmin is unusually quiet. There's seriousness ghosting him which is rare. Once Mingyu goes out to send off his family, it's Seokmin who tells the others about the whole situation because apart from Mingyu and your uncle, he's the only one who has the grasp of the situation to the fullest.

When Mingyu returns he sees a bunch of disappointed faces except one. Soonyoung is eyeing him with uncertainty, something one could mistake as remotely scare.

"I think Soonyoung needs a breather.", Junhui says, "Because he works with Y/N, not directly but he knows her well enough."

The said man throws a very curious gaze at Mingyu saying, "Nothing is making sense to me. You two are polar opposites, Gyu. And not the kinds that fit in the criteria of opposite attracts."

"I don't support it.", Jeonghan retorts, "This is wrong. If this ever gets out, you're so gonna regret it."

"I have made up my mind.", Mingyu tells him with all certainty, "This wedding is going to happen and I'm not letting anything get in the way to my happiness anymore."

And that's how the preparations of the wedding starts.

You and your uncle meet Mingyu and his family. Though you had expected it to be another one of the awkward meetings but it turns out rather pleasing. His family is welcoming, especially his younger sister, Minhee. While everyone inside discusses the date of engagement and wedding, Mingyu slips you out of the conversation.

You both take a stroll in the neighborhood.

"How was it, meeting them?", Mingyu asks.

You walk straight, not meeting his gaze, "I like them, they have an amiable aura surrounding them.", you suddenly halt and look at him, making him halt as well, "But not you."

Mingyu creases his brows, "You'll come to like me, that's me, I'm lovable."

You scoff, crossing over your hands, "We'll see about it."

The engagement date is set to a month later, followed by the wedding.

You gradually sink back into work and it's a relief that you don't hear from Mingyu but that's cut short when you receive a text from him a week later.

So that's how you landed in your soon to be fiancé's apartment. You sit quietly, gaze constantly sweeping back and forth on the new faces.

Mingyu takes a seat beside you and starts introducing his friends. The text Mingyu had sent primarily stated something along his friends wanting to meet you, which you had bluntly rejected. But when he called you immediately after, saying that they're his extended family and it's important for you and them to get along because it's them you're gonna have to deal with more than his own family, you scolded him for good five minutes for blocking your time during workhours before agreeing on a meet-up.

So far, you've learned that they all belong to almost same age group. Seokmin is a childhood friend who works in the same company as Mingyu, practically indicating that the two are inseparable. The rest are his friends from university days, some he acquired while playing tournaments, others from being a regular at the same game parlour etc.

Jeonghan is a lawyer and eldest among all. Junhui is a dentist and you're immediately setting an appointment with him. Hansol is a photographer who tells that he's gonna manage all the shoots starting from the engagement to the wedding.

And the last one is a very familiar face. You would rather introduce him well to the others because he works with you. And that's the reason he's seated stiff throughout.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?", you ask Soonyoung.

Yes, Soonyoung wants to say this but rather he settles with it a subtle shake of head. He breathes a silent sigh of relief when he feels your gaze off him.

"I guess Soonyoung has already made all of you aware of my reputation. But that's how I am at work.", you say smiling wide.

The rest all relax and exchange smiles before going stiff again when you add, "I'm exactly the same off work as well."

Mingyu nudges your elbow but you don't bother to look at him.

"Stop scaring them.", he says in a hushed voice and you quip back immediately.

"I'm just letting them know that I may not be the perfect sister-in-law they want or picturing me to be. When expectations are less, people on both ends won't get hurt."

The atmosphere turns rigid, the room turns silent.

"What about your parents, Y/N? Do you have any siblings--", Mingyu is late to hush Junhui's failed attempt to wave off the tension. Jeonghan is about to knock his friend's head when he remembers that Junhui was absent the last time when this topic was brought up.

"I'm sorry, Y/N.", Mingyu is quick to aplogize.

You look at a very confused Junhui and tell him, "My uncle is my only family. Sixteen years ago, I lost my parents, aunt and my cousin in a car accident. Since then it's me and uncle. We do have some distant relatives but they're not in touch. Hope this resolves your query."

Checking your watch, you get up, "I'll get going."

"So soon? Please stay till dinner", Seokmin requests, "We all have cooked for you."

Your eyes go wide for a brief moment, as you accidentally speak out your mind, "No one has ever made an effort to cook for me except my uncle."

And before you could slip out, you're almost being dragged into the dinning space. There's no denying that you haven't had this good food recently. And though you say that you've no shame but you don't meet anyone's eyes when you tell them to pack some of the leftovers for you.

You sit silently, watching the crowd, observing the people. You have just been engaged to Mingyu and though it was meant to be a private ceremony, you realised how you quantify it might be completely different from your fiancé.

The only person from your side who's attending is your uncle and it'll be the same in the wedding and all other ceremonies as well. But as you have counted there are a total of thirty people who can be deemed close by Mingyu and are attending the engagement ceremony.

And you can see that it's not a bluff. Everyone is smiling wide, dancing and singing to their hearts will. What made your heart swell once again is that you can sense how each one of them congratulated you both with goodwill and sincerity.

The corner of your lips are twitching to stretch in a smile as you watch your would-be father-in-law being successful in dragging your uncle to the dance floor. It's been long since you've seen him laugh heartily, enjoy wholly.

You wonder if that's what having a family feels like. To be always surrounded by the people you love, who loves you unconditionally. To always have someone to lean onto. The trauma has led you to suppress the memories but you do remember vaguely something similar, a familiar backdrop, smiling faces and warmth.

Your heart suddenly constricts within your chest and you find yourself in the balcony catching breaths. Staring into the abyss of darkness, you don't notice the tears those stream down your face.

"Found ya.", you hear your now fiancé's voice and as he situates beside you. You try to discreetly wipe away the tears but Mingyu sees it.

He doesn't evade your space though, he just stands beside you, speaking nothing which is unlikely but you get what he's conveying and you're thankful to him.

The pre-wedding shoot is a headache, you think. You should be working on finalizing the designs and launch dates of the game but rather you're here at a beach, all dolled up and in a beautiful dress, hues matching to the shirt Mingyu's wearing.

You hate how warm the weather is. You hate how calming the sounds of sea waves are. You hate how soothing the gentle breeze is. You hate how beautiful Mingyu is looking just donning a polo shirt and chinos.

"You're staring a little too hard."

You get startled and crane your neck to see Hansol now changing some settings in his camera with a teasing smile on his lips.

Clearing your throat, you ask, "How long would it take?"

"For how long do you want it to go on?", Hansol enquires back and you want to duck his water underwater for acting smart with you.

A lot of things happen during the shoot. The remarkable ones are you being too shy to hold an eye contact with Mingyu for which you knew you're gonna get teased. Mingyu being scared off by some bugs, shouting, cowering behind you which settles the score, neither of you are getting teased by the other. You are almost whacking Hansol every time he takes a little too long to click the shots when you both are posing, smiling ear to ear, arms linked or hugging each other.

"I'll kill your friend.", you say through gritted teeth while smiling.

Mingyu controls his laugh as his eyes turn into slits, "Be my guest."

Hansol suggests a shot where Mingyu is standing in the water as waves graze his feet while he's cradle carrying you in his arms.

"We're done for now!", Hansol shouts, "Let's get going to the next location."

You immediately link your arms strongly around his neck when Mingyu tries to settle you down.

"My legs are aching.", you say resting your face on his shoulder, so that he doesn't get to see your face.

Mingyu squints his eyes, saying teasingly, "I thought you didn't like me?"

"Correct. I don't like you", you tell him, "I'm tired. Plus what's the use of those muscles if you can't carry me?"

Mingyu doesn't reply rather he sprints towards the rest of the people making you scream for you life as you hold him tighter.

The whole team cheers and shouts and Hansol does what he does best, takes thousands shots of you both throughout.

You open your eyes to hushed murmurs and coos only to find all eyes on you as you wake up nestled in Mingyu's chest as he's still sleeping unaware of the disastrous, as you would state, state you both are in. Your gentle push wakes him up and they inform that they're at Mingyu's address and he drops off by asking Hansol to take you home safely.

"He's good guy, Y/N.", Hansol says as the van heads towards your location, "Not saying because I'm his friend but genuinely, he's keeper."

You just give a subtle nod, choosing not to say anything.

You hate your personal space being evaded but for some reasons it's tolerable as you watch your would-be mother-in-law cooking in the kitchen of your apartment while Minhee aids her.

You stand quietly by the counter, eyes quizzically moving along with the movements of the two people present along with you.

"I have cooked enough for you to last a week.", Mingyu's mother tells you, "Stop eating those instant, frozen, junk food.", she says unimpressed as she clears out the cupboards.

"Don't tell him that I said this but my brother's a great cook, have him cook for you both everyday.", Minhee telltales.

The three of you have chat where they're the ones mainly speaking and you become an ardent listener. It feels nice, you think, to have people care for you, to evade your space when you say you hate it but actually want them to have around you.

That night when they try to head off back to home, you don't let them go, rather you insist them to stay the night and they do stay back. It's not another usual lonely night at your apartment.

Your uncle gifts you both a new apartment, ignoring your protests. He insists, you both need to start afresh, on the right foot. Jokes about your own apartments to be cool off place to crash in if you both have fights.

"Why do I have to be here?", you ask sitting unfazed along with Mingyu's friends (yours as well but you won't admit yet).

Mingyu whines, "Who else would finalize on my wedding suit? They're of no use", he points at his friends who jokingly throw hurls at him, "And I don't trust her choice.", he says pointing at his sister who's too used to his antics to be bothered.

"Such a baby", you roll your eyes, "I have a meeting at 5. Be quick."

Oh you did well in muffling the gasps every time the curtains raised and Mingyu appeared in trying the attire.

Let me buy them all, is what you wanted to say. But sadly, you had to settle for one. But Mingyu doesn't get the privilege to choose your wedding gown.

He sees you walking down the aisle along with your uncle. Mesmerizing would be an understatement he's beyond that. He is nervous and shows. You're nervous as well but as always you're a master in hiding it. The vows are exchanged and as the crowd chants, your lips meet for a brief moment.

Your uncle starts off with teary speech, making you and almost all others cry silently. You walk up to him hugging tight because he has the only constant throughout your life, raising you as his own child, to be present and cheering on you on every important event of your life.

Mingyu has a long list of people lining up for giving speeches for him but what surprises you is even though they share tales about him, they include you in bits and your heart feels at ease thinking about how you might have found a family and people you can call them as your own. Which also leads Soonyoung to get too comfortable, almost getting an earful from you in front of the guests if Mingyu didn't intervene for daring to challenge you for a gaming match with all cockiness. Man lives as if he has nine lives.

You meet his colleagues and he gets to meets yours as well. Mingyu wonders, he has been wondering for as long as he has known you that where did you seek solace on hard days. How come you had no friends, not even one. Or maybe you had, but somehow you've lost touch. He can only speculate.

The first week for the newlyweds goes by settling into the new space. Everything sets in fine and you both divide the duties. Mingyu would be in charge of cooking, you'd do the groceries and he'd join in too obviously. You'd both would be aware of the each other's whereabouts and respect the spaces.

"I'm fine with everything and I want to make this marriage work.", Mingyu's tone changes to a defensive one, "Also, please never go to my office room, no matter what.", he says pointing towards the same, "It's a request and I hope you'd respect it."

You nod understandingly, you're also not a big fan of people messing or evading into your workspace so you agree.

Mingyu has gotten used to it but not the others so when his friends gather at your home one night to catch up they're gurgling out the drinks they're having when you hear you speak.

You call Mingyu, Husband.

"Husband!", you call him seated on the couch. Ignoring the turning of heads, as soon Mingyu comes in your sight, you say, "I have ordered the takeout, none of you needs to spend time in kitchen, rather spend time with each other."

Everyone smiles wide. The rest throw a knowing glance at Mingyu. You take it as a cue to give them space and get up to leave the room.

"I'll take a walk outside. Have fun catching up.", you say stoicly, already beelining towards the passage, "Will be back once the food arrives."

"You're one of us, Y/N. We don't need any space but if you do, then please go ahead..", Jeonghan says making you stop in tracks.

You turn back and sweep gaze among the faces, specially your husband's for any disagreement and when you find his pleading eyes, you see yourself beelining back to your seat.

Work's hectic as ever and you both try to adopt into the change of lifestyle. But what's not happening is work - life balance. With the new gaming launch event nearing, you are expected to stay in the office till late. It's nothing new but something is actually new.

And that's Kim Mingyu. You're still getting used to receiving texts asking about your expected time of return, extending the offer to pick you up if needed. It's also nice to have food served on the table when you reach home.

It's warm when you sleep into the sheets quietly but your husband somehow finds you, holding you in his arms albeit of his sleepy state.

"Why are you hugging me?", you ask with your voice muffled against his chest one morning.

Mingyu has just stirred from his slumber when your voice reaches him. He gets to look at the top of your head and cranes his neck to see the tangled limbs.

"You were spooning me as soon as I got into the bed.", you further add.

His eyes widen, as he tries to untangle himself mumbling apologies, "I'm sorry. I have a habit of clinging while sleeping. I'll try to be careful from today onwards."

And he misses to notice that one of his hands circling your waist is now in your grip, "Who told you to retract?", you down your head further into his so he doesn't get to see even an inch of your face, "I was just asking."

Mingyu goes silent. He's not in love with you and he knows neither are you. But moments like this make him realise something.

He reminiscences another fairly recent memory.

"There's something bothering me.", you come into his view as he pauses the movie he was watching.

Your eyes don't meet his, "I have noticed how your parents deflate whenever I call them uncle and aunt."

Mingyu listens, unsure of where this monologue is going.

You now turn to the front facing the television, your back facing him as your voice toning down as you continue, "I know being their only daughter-in-law they have some expectations. But I'm not good at coining terms, especially the terms like mother and father since I haven't... When I haven't--", you pause sucking in a sharp breath.

Mingyu gets up and turns you to face him, "You don't have to try so hard. Be easy on yourself. There's plenty of time and my parents do understand where you're coming from. And trust they're not disappointed or anything."

And he proceeds to do the most assuring thing, he knows of. He softly pecks your forehead.

Your eyes widen and you grab his arms gaping at him.

"Do it again.", you blurt out and though he smiles a grim realisation gnaws on Mingyu.

Many of the basic acts of proximity and affection, you're experiencing them for the very first time, hence it always comes to you as a surprise. Mingyu's heart constricts in the chest because as a person who has been surrounded by love and people, he can't fathom how you have managed to live on your own, in your lone company.

You're six months into the marriage and things have changed. Changed for good, you think.

You think being in the office and being at home are not the same anymore, it does make a difference. It's not bad, having someone checking upon you. It's not all bad having someone cooking for you. It's absolutely amazing to hear someone rant out, eating your ears off about work and whatnot and not expecting any words of comfort in return.

That someone being your husband. You think your husband is bearable, maybe a little more than bearable.

Mingyu sits still with the phone in his hand as his eyes trace over the photo repeatedly. There's an ache in his heart, he can feel his chest tighten. There are tears pooling in the corner of his eyes, throat closing up suffocating him.

During the lunch break, just to kill some time Mingyu decided to scroll through his abandoned social media account, the ones he hasn't bothered to check since the breakup. And he it turned out to be a mistake as the first picture that popped up on his feed was of the one Sora posted flaunting her new man.

And as he clicks on her account, it breaks his heart to see all of the photos they've posted together or if them clicked together were gone. As if it never happened, as if none of that were true whereas his account is still all about her and their memories.

"It's time for you to delete those pics as well."

He hears Seokmin's say.

"Are you seriously wasting your energy on her?", Seokmin takes a seat beside him, "When you're married and have a such a wonderful wife waiting for you at home?"

Mingyu gives melancholic smile, "Home? Sora was my home, Min. It was supposed to be her waiting for me at the end of day."

"You're sounding like a loser. And I might throw hands at you for uttering nonsense.", Seokmin gets up abruptly making the chair screech, "Don't ruin your present by living in the past."

Dealing with you is not easy and Mingyu had decided to marry you knowing all ifs and buts. At the start it felt more like living with an uncooperative roommate. Then, as days passed he became aware of your habits. Nowadays he thinks you've become habituated to him and it's a good sign but what tires him out is it's only him who's trying.

"I got promoted, Y/N!", Mingyu says all excitedly as soon as you're back from work and into his sight.

"Oh, congratulations.", you say plainly.

He waits with expectant eyes for you to say more but you don't. You don't pat him, neither do you smile. You just simply saunter towards the shared bedroom to freshen up. Eyes turned dull, heart heavy, dejected Mingyu goes to bed empty stomach, his appetite now gone.

You're still cold, to the extent that it's freezing a strain on the relationship. You don't open up, you never appreciate his efforts openly, neither are you interested in his matters. All that matters to you is work.

"Mom was asking if we could visit them anytime soon. As you know their wedding anniversary is approaching and I was thinking if we could spend some days with them around that time?", Mingyu asks you on a call one day when you had to work at office on a weekend because of some changes in timeline.

"You can go.", you tell him, "I don't think I would be able to attend the anniversary party."

"Could you please try? It would mean a lot--"

"Mingyu, you know I can't. I'm sorry.", you say hanging up.

Mingyu doubts if he'll ever love again, he doubts if he'll ever love you. And being a person who wears his heart on his sleeves, he wants being vocal and receiving affirmations, you do neither. Though he knows there are many things which you're experiencing as a first but that doesn't justify anything when he's trying, you should try as well. He contemplates every night if made a mistake by marrying you, if he was too much consumed by greed.

The company's hosting a dinner and everyone's expected to bring a plus one. Some take the opportunity to introduce their partners to their colleagues, for others it's free dinner and socializing. For the past years Mingyu attended the event just to flaunt his partner, Sora and make her aware how much he's looked upon at his workplace. He liked the way people worshipped them, deemed them as the perfect couple, he lived for the vibe of it.

But this year though there's a lot of anticipation about him bringing his wife, Mingyu attends the party alone. He hadn't informed you about the party, simply because he doesn't want you to be here. He's still disappointed at you, plus he knows you wouldn't even care to come even if he asked so to save his dignity from another rejection he decides not to inform you. And if your uncle asks, he'd make some excuse.

The dinner party swings on and it's kinda mundane for Mingyu with Seokmin also not attending because he's out of town until he hears everyone applauding. His gaze follows the crowd when he sees your uncle entering.

And he instantly freezes on the spot when he sees you walking behind.

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Micah: [loudly] Still pregnant?

Naomi: Still a day that ends in Y?

Micah: You have to tell him.

Naomi: I know. But, you see, he’s just a tad bit intimidating.

Micah: [snorts] Not too intimidating to fu-

Naomi: Do not even go there.

Micah: You should also probably quit smoking.

Naomi: God, one thing at a time, please. How else do you think I’m going to get through breaking the news?

Micah: So long as you actually do it.

Naomi: By the way, I absolutely wrecked the toilet before coming down here. Sorry about that.

Micah: Lovely.

Naomi: We need to talk. In private.

Grim Reaper: I agree. Let’s take this outside.

Naomi: There’s something I need to tell you.

Grim Reaper: Let me go first. The behavior we’ve been engaging in is highly inappropriate, Ms. Uchiyama.

Naomi: What?!?

Grim Reaper: I apologize for my part in encouraging it, and it must come to an end now.

Naomi: But you - you liked it… didn’t you?

Grim Reaper: Regrettably, yes, I enjoyed it very much.

Naomi: Regrettably? I have feelings for you. I thought they were mutual.

Grim Reaper: I’ve been tasked with an extraordinary role, one that I knew required extraordinary responsibilities when I took it on. I cannot be distracted by human emotion. Passion, lust, desire — I must rise above them, which is why we must stop before we do anything that can’t be taken-

Naomi: I’m pregnant, you idiot!

Grim Reaper: You’re… pregnant?

Naomi: Except I’m the idiot because I should’ve known better than to believe this thing between us could be real. You won’t even trust me enough to show me your actual face! Well, you know what? I quit!

Grim Reaper: Naomi, you can’t! You’re one of the most promising reapers in training I’ve got.

Naomi: I don’t care! I didn’t even want this stupid job. And there’s no way I can go on being your subordinate now.

Grim Reaper: But we could be equals one day, if you just forget your feelings and-

Naomi: Honestly? I wish I could forget all of this. I wish I could forget you.

Micah: You quit? What are you going to do now?

Naomi: Embrace destitution and single motherhood in one fell swoop, I guess.

#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 story #ts4 gameplay #naomi uchiyama #micah uchiyama #grim reaper #*tbw #story: mourningvale #legacy: g9

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codegeassfacts · 4 months ago

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Code Geass Complete Best Regret Message // Suzaku & C.C. // Canon

To know more about the Regret message, check the first post about those right here

Suzaku Kururugi - World End // Opening 5

The Emperor intended to end the world through supernatural powers. It is ironic that we, who stopped him, let the world end in another form.

Lelouch, can you hear me in the World of C?

A new world rises from the ruins of the world we destroyed. (1) The stagnant world comes to a stop, and here is the world that continues to change. The world we obtained at the cost of our lives.

It’s a mystery. I myself have become a villain to bring about peace. I did it for Japan’s sake. Protecting Nunnally. That is something you would do.

It’s a strange thing. If there were no lies between us from the first moment up to the last, our days at school would have been the happiest.

I can no longer cry, no longer laugh and yet, I think that the time will come when nobody will quarrel nor will they cry and scream. But it’s not that simple. (2) Somewhere, someone is lamenting, no doubt. Because of that, the conflicts will continue.

I think it’s fine like that. To want to stop the crying. For that sake, you fight, that is, for a gentle world.(3) And because you are crude, you call it a “Rebellion”.

Lelouch, do the winds from the ever changing world reach you too?

(1) The exact Japanese line is: From the ruins of the world we destroyed, a new world is born. (2) The exact line in Japanese says something like, ‘It won’t do’ or 'It cannot be so’. (3) Exact line: For that sake, you fight. That is, a gentle world.)

Translation by Blottyparchment.

C.C. - Waga Routashi Aku no Hana (My Beautifully Elegant Flower of Evil) // Ending 4

From the entire beginning, I should have warned you. That the power of the king would isolate you. You will lose your friends, become different from your childhood friend, and you will be betrayed by your subordinates.

Your parents will vanish from your sight, your siblings will disappear like dew.

Yes, it’s terribly burdensome. And pitiful.

Now, your sole companion is solitude. There is nobody who will embrace you, who has been smeared in blood. Rocks have been pelted at you by many, and as retribution, you trampled over them. At that time, nobody noticed that the shriek that was secretly welling up inside your heart.

Yes, it’s pitiful. Seeing that visage, my wounds often throbbed. Now, I think you to be dear because you are miserable. As the pain kept stabbing your tender heart, why does this feeling of solitude gradually heal?

The whole world is pelting rocks at you, showering you with insults. That is something the I have experienced from this world.

Without realizing, you have shared me in my solitude. Without knowing, you shouldered my sins.

It’s as if you are a poisonous amaryllis blooming from the ground. Only I know of its elegance.

Translation by Blottyparchment.

Hope you enjoyed.

#code geass #lelouch vi britannia #lelouch lamperouge #suzaku kururugi #suzaku x lelouch #suzalulu #c.c.#lelouch x c.c.#luluc #original code geass #character poem #official material #canon material #lelouch of the rebellion #コードギアス

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whathorselegs · 8 months ago

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16 Skk, where Dazai secretly wants to dress up for Halloween, but acts like he's too grown up for that sort of thing. He has a reputation to protect and he can't have his subordinates thinking of him as a little kid.

He plans to take out his frustration on Chuuya, by implying that Chuuya definitely wants to dress up. He knows Chuuya also cares about his reputation way too much and it will really get under his skin to call him a little school boy who still plays pretend. It gets Dazai giddy to think of all Chuuya's red faced blustering he's going to witness.

Of course Chuuya's going to act like he's 'too cool' for dressing up, Dazai can't wait to chase him around with the tacky little devil horns he got from the store.

Only when Dazai finds Chuuya his plan goes out the window, because Chuuya is already in a costume.

At headquarters.

In the middle of a debriefing.

In front of everyone.

After he's finished factory resetting Dazai scans his mind, trying to figure out when Chuuya lost a bet to him and Dazai demanded he dress up at Halloween as a consequence. But he draws a blank.

He didn't even notice Chuuya walking up to him, he was that out of it, not until Chuuya flicks his forehead. "Oi, quit staring, it's creepy."

"You're in a costume." Is all Dazai can manage.

"Yea? It's Halloween, obviously I'm in a costume. It's embarrassing you're not." Chuuya replies, looking him over and adding. "And no, your usual mummy boy get up doesn't count."

Because Chuuya grew up in The Sheep. Children fighting to stay children. Children who didn't have adults to tell them they're too old to dress up. Who probably clung to every chance they got to feel like regular kids again. Of course, they had Halloween parties every year and made patchwork costumes. Chuuya never learned to be embarrassed about dressing up.

In fact, Chuuya continues to have Halloween parties every year and, yes, you are required to dress up. If you show up to his party without a costume, he has a closet of shame costumes you must choose from or leave and get your own.

And Dazai also learns that it's okay to embrace being a kid sometimes.

#bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #bsd skk #soukoku #my writing

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smokersbaby · 2 years ago

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How OP's men would react to an unexpected hug from their s/o - pt. 2

part 1 (Katakuri, Zoro, Kid, Law)

Characters: Sanji, Smoker, Ace, Crocodile TW: fluff and me making fun of Sanji, sorry Reader: gender neutral Author's notes: since pt. 1 had a lot of success, I decided to continue with this series of headcanons! I'll do a part 3 so suggest to me in the comments who you'd like to see next! (p.s. Sanji's a pervert)

Sanji

Just a hug? Prepare yourself to receive much more than that.

If you hug him tight, he'll hug you tighter, it's like a competition to see who shows more love to the other.

Probably he'd try to give you some smooches, this guy is super glue when it comes to demonstrating love to his partner.

"Y/N-chwan let me love you!" he'd say with a cheesy voice, nosebleeding just by having you in his arms (he can't get accustomed to your closeness).

You'd have to escape from him if you don't want to be dragged into a long make-out session now.

Sanji would look for you as you hide, saying that he only wants more hugs (false, he wants to have seggsy time with you).

Smoker

He gets easily flustered if you hug him out of the blue when alone and it makes him almost panic if in front of other people.

Imagine wrapping your arms around his torso in front of his subordinates. He'll just try faintly to send you away, his cheeks red as tomatoes as he whispers "Not now babe, please".

As you let him go sighing, he'll come back to you as soon as possible, finding an excuse just to have five seconds alone with you.

He'll pick you up and embrace your body as if it was a feather, your arms and legs wrapped against the beefy man as he places his forehead against yours

Too bad his subordinates once caught you two lovebirds having a sweet moment and let out an "Aaaww". Smoker turned around and gave them a glacial, death stare. Their bodies were never found (just kidding, he's a sweetheart).

Ace

This guy is warm to hug (that's no secret, you could have imagined that) and since he's a sweet partner who loves to demonstrate his love physically, he is just obsessed with your hugs and your presence in general.

His hugs are tender and make you feel protected in his arms, he holds you as if you were the most precious thing in the world for him.

Normally, Ace loves hugging you while sitting on the couch, you on his lap and your legs wrapped around him as he rubs your back.

Even though this may be an allusive position for more than just a hug, he wouldn't go further if you don't ask for it.

Just having his s/o in his arms it's enough for Ace, and comforting you after a stressful day it's one of the things he loves the most (p.s. don't try this with Sanji, he'll take it as an invitation to have seggsy time).

Crocodile

If Crocodile doesn't know it's you approaching him from behind he would turn into sand, your arms wrapping around nothing and leaving an annoyed look on your face.

"Sorry love, I thought it was someone trying to murder me" he'd excuse himself realizing it was his s/o.

He'd pat your head and give you a tight hug to put a smile back on your face since he saw how unimpressed you were from his cautious behaviour.

Next time you'll embrace him with wet hands to neutralize his devilfruit's powers so that he can't escape the hug.

If you manage to gain his complete trust, he'll even let you join him when he's having a shower or taking a bath, since he loses all his strength in both cases. He refuses to admit that but hugging you as he's so vulnerable gives him lots of comfort, he loves it.

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fallthelong · 2 months ago

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Drabble AU: Sylus, Xavier x You

Prompt: His reaction when hearing from someone that you want to break up with him because you are mad at him (prank)

Notes:

- I am an ESL and not writing much lately so pardon me for any bad writing or grammatical errors

- it is my own view of them, so they might be OOC for others

- that is all, hope you will enjoy ❤️🥰

SYLUS

After persuading Luke and Kiera to be your messenger, you settled down comfortably in your sofa with a book in your hands and a mug on the table ready for your act. Hours passed, you heard stable and slow footsteps which was normally unnoticeable as if their owner wanted to pass the announcement that he was coming. You inhaled deeply and quietly, putting the book over your face and passively sensing his figures getting closer and closer.

“Well, look who’s here?”, Sylus’s tone contained amusement and fondness.

Not waiting for your response, he continued, “Isn’t this the new boss of my employees?” with a slow tone along side with his usual signature smirk, even though you didn’t see it, you could feel it.

You controlled your emotion, and proceeded with an indifferent reply, “huh, what are you saying? I don’t understand anything”

He huffed and gave a little chuckle which you always enjoyed. “Oh, really? Then I guess I have to find out the culprit who managed to make my most reliable and loyal subordinates follow their order and pass such false rumors”. As he was speaking, he closed the distance. You could feel he had his strong and long arms behind the you, on the sofa. His shadow loomed over you as he leaned down.

You couldn’t help but look up, matching his tender and interested gaze, as always, “Which rumors?”. You couldn’t resist grinning a bit when those words slipped out of your lips. The act was on the verge of falling apart.

The headlight was covered by his tall figure as he sat down on the arm rest, fully had you in his zone. Eyebrows raising a bit, his words overloaded with interest: “Rumors … like my sweetie was mad at me and demanded a separation”.

You could feel the corner of your lips raise a bit, but you pretended to be taken aback, “Oh god, I could never do that. Your initial reaction was to suspect me. Bad move, Sylus, now I am mad for real”.

“My apology, sweetie. I should have believed you more than my intuition about the cheekiness on your face ever since I walked in and the sound of your giggles down the hall this afternoon when I saw you with the twins”, he talked calmly and apologetically but the expression was full of knowing. You opened your eyes wide as you hadn’t noticed his presence at that moment. As things got exposed, you wondered if this prank got too much.

Using the book as the cover, you left the sad eyes only to his vision, “I was bored and you were busy so… are you mad?”, hopefully you didn’t cross any lines.

Surprisingly, he lifted you up and had you sit on his laps, completely in his embrace. “I was any near that feeling, darling. If I had known my kitten wants my attention, I would’ve waited the twins to break the news”. He placed his lips on your forehead and you could feel his hand gently brush through your hair.

“Since you got my full attention now, should I make it up for you on all the efforts you have made?”

You smiled happily as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

You quietly pouted and added: “… the twins were hard to talk through… my throat was dry after…”

“I know, I know. Let’s find something to soothe my sweetie’s lovely throat then”.

XAVIER

Tara sent a message saying that mission accomplished, which meant she had told him about it. You nervously waited for his arrival, half anticipating for what was coming.

A beep noise as the keycode successfully accepted. The clack of the door echoed through the space, the footsteps followed next.

Xavier walked in with a confused expression combining a bit of sadness. He walked in and sat down next to you, “You know, Tana told me something today which I am shock and in a huge confusion”.

You held back laughter and lifted up your head from the phone screen to face him. “What is it?”, trying your best to sound nonchalant about it.

“She said that you are upset at me about something and ….”, he seemed flustered and struggled to put things into words, “you wanted to… break up with me”.

When those words were finally out, he took a big and clear inhale as if it was something really difficult for him to say. “Is it true?”. He didn’t wait for you to reply, with his eyes on your face observing every single of your expression in case he didn’t miss any changes.

You suddenly felt very guilty as it supposed to be a harmless joke to get a reaction out of him. Based on his reaction, he must have thought about this the whole way to home and maybe, throughout his mission. As the silence went on, you kinda lost in your thought for a moment since you felt bad about this.

He couldn’t wait any longer, reached out to your hand and asked: “Did I do something to make you mad? Let’s talk about it”. Even though the words filled with sadness, he sounded calm reflecting the seriousness in him to solve this problem peacefully and at once.

You were awoken from the thoughts by his action. Quickly holding his hands back tightly and squeezing them, you rushed out the truth, “No no, it is not like that. It was a dare Tara got from the Truth or Dare game we played in break time”.

Upon hearing that, his dark blue eyes were wide open and full of surprise. After that, his brows furrowed with the feeling of confusion and possibly anger which you felt too flustered to figure out. Your hands were shaking when noticing the change in his emotion. “I- I am sorry. I thought it would be fun when they suggested but I didn’t know it would hurt you badly like this. I - have no words, I am truly sorry”.

You lowered your eyes as you were too afraid to look at him, feeling like being watched by the light of truth and judgement. As a lover, you had made such a bad prank, allowing the love of your life in pain while you were in the state of enjoying that. What were you thinking?

You could feel your tears rearing up, before it got running out. You instinctively withdrew your hand from his to quickly wipe your eyes, but the movement was stopped. When looking up, you fell into a tight hug. His hand on the back of your head and his chin on the top of your hair, “Don’t cry. I am not mad at you. I simply felt upset at myself not knowing that I make you sad and why”.

You mumbled against his white shirt as he pressed your head on his shoulder, “No, you never make me sad. It was my fault. I-“

Xavier didn’t let you finish your self accusation, “Shhh, it is okay”. His hug was a bit loose as he released a bit to hold you by the shoulders and looked straight info your teary eyes.

“I understand now. Stop blaming yourself, alright?”

You nodded as his finger brushed through the corner of your eyes, he gently kissed your lips.

“And I meant what I said, tell me if you are upset with me. I don’t want to lose you over things I am not aware of”

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked into his eyes.

“Now, since we come to the agreement, I think I need to receive some compensation after what I have been feeling”, his lips quirked up, eyes full of cheekiness.

#love and deepspace #lads xavier #love and deepspace x reader #lads #sylus love and deepspace #lads sylus #lads fic #lads mc

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