divorce with regret


like mother like son

… as much as I have a feeling I’m gonna get violently mauled for this, this was actually pretty therapeutic for me ._.|||

I stand behind the idea that you should wait till you’re late 20s to get married, ladies! The average life expectancy is about 80 years old in this day and age. If you get married at say 30 years old, you still have 50 years of married life to look forward to. 50 years is a long time. Why would you rush into that time early? I understand if you feel like you found the one, but why not just date? Get to know each other so you know that it’s right. I promise you, you don’t have to get married early. Just because society is pushing romantic relationships down your throats does not mean you have to throw away the time when you are truly free to do whatever you want. Go travel while you’re still free to have an adventure on your own. Laugh with friends. Have a life outside of romance. That will be the difference between a happy marriage with no regrets and an early divorce with all the regrets in the world.

When You Love Someone (Part 2)

Request:  OMG when you love someone was so soso good!! Would you consider a Part Two? No pressure though xx The story is great regardless 💜💜💜

A/N’s: Thank you! Here’s the final part of this story, hope you like it. xx 

Word Count: 878 words

Pairing: Theo Raeken X Reader



“Y/N, c'mon it’s time to move on.” My best friend Malia said. 

“But I’m fine, I’m happy with just my children.” 

“Yeah you are but you do get lonely on weekends, babe you need to find someone with whom you can share a glass of wine with and cuddle,” Malia argued.

“I have you,” I winked.

“What about adult cuddle, you can’t do that with me,” Malia rolled her eyes.

“Shut up, God you are annoying,” I mumbled.

“See? You’re so stressed out you need someone c'mon let’s go to the club it’s been ages!” Malia insisted.

“We’re not teens anymore!”

“We’re not 80 either! Stop acting like an old woman and let’s go to club.” Malia said.

“The kid-,”

“I’m not saying let’s go today, let’s go when the kids are with Theo for the weekend?” 

“Fine, fine.”

Third Person’s POV

“Mate you honestly need to chill, you worry too much,” Liam spoke sipping his wine.

“I can’t help it. My wife and I are living separately, everything is a mess, Peter even said why we have two houses, do you know how broken my kid sounded?” Theo said.

“Ex-wife,“Liam corrected him.
"Urgh I know, fuck you don’t have to remind me,”

“Look all I’m trying to say that you guys are still so in love, I don’t even understand why y'all got the divorce,”

“I know, we both thought it was a good decision back then but I regret it so much now.” Theo sighed.

“Try to win her back?”

“I don’t think she loves me anymore though,” Theo shrugged.

“You’re both oblivious,” Liam rolled his eyes.

Next Sunday 

“Amelia got a cold so make sure she has extra blanket with him,” Y/N spoke urgently.

“I got all under control,” 



“Uh- Y/N?”



“I should leave now, bye,” Y/N mumbled before rushing off.

Theo sighed deeply.


Few hours later 

“Malia, it’s pouring outside, there’s no way I’ll leave my house now, I’ll meet you some other day,”

“Okay fine, but you cannot cancel on me the next time,”

“Promise, bye.”

I hung up the phone, thanking my lucky stars it was raining heavily this evening. I honestly didn’t want to go to some club but Malia can be very persuasive. Thank God for the weather I’m safe as for now.

I took a long relaxing shower then made myself a cuppa, then I bundled up on the couch reading the book I had yet to finish.

Suddenly I heard the doorbell, I checked my phone to see it was 9:30 pm, and it’s still raining heavily so I wondered who it could’ve been.

Was it Malia? No I don’t think so.

Maybe the neighbour or something.

My curiosity was answered when I opened the door to see Theo. Completely wet from the rain and I saw how puffy his eyes were.

“Theo, what is it? Where’s Peter and Amelia?” I asked urgently.

“They’re-they’re fine, I came for you,” Theo answered.

“What? Who’s with the kids?” 

“Scott and Liam’s with them, I already put them on bed, I really needed to see you,” he explained.

“Okay? Come in.” I said confusedly.

He nodded.

“You’re completely drenched, I do have some of you spare clothes, do you want to change?” 

He smiled, “always so caring, I would love that.”

I ignored his first comment and began to go to my room to get him his spare clothes.

15 minutes later he changed and came back in the living room and sat beside me on the couch.

“Why did you come here then?” 

“I love you.”


“No Y/N, i do I really really do,” he sniffled, “I regret divorcing you every single day, I was so stupid, God I was a moron for doing this to us.”

I stayed quiet, he came closer and took my hands on his before gently rubbing circles on them. I felt shivers run down my spine.

“These 10 months were a torture for me, I was also convinced that you don’t love me anymore and it broke my heart so much but everyone else was trying to assure me you still do,” he looked at me expectantly.

“It doesn’t change anything Theo! You did this to us,I begged you not to do this,” I harshly stood up and crossed my arms over my chest.

“I know, I’ve had enough I can’t go a single day more without you, I made a grave mistake, I know my love, but for the sake of love can we try again?”

I chuckled dryly, “try again? How do I know you won’t ask for divorce again in two months time?”

“I won’t, this 10 months taught me the lesson, please give me another chance, for our kids, for us. You’re my everything, I need you, I love you.”

“I don’t know, I’m scared and it’ll take a lot to gain my trust,” I whispered.

“I would do anything to gain it back, and I’ll keep making up for everything for the rest of my life,” Theo said before taking my hand and placing it on his heart.

“I promise,” he whispered.

“Last chance,” I smiled, tears filling my eyes.

“Oh baby,” he sobbed and kissed me.

“I love you.” I whispered.

Merlin, I Love Him.

Prompt: Drarry with Divorced!Hinny and little side of Scorbus.

(Yes, I finally write Scorbus. Please forgive me for making personal characterization on Scorpius and Albus as I haven’t read The Curse Child.)

Dedicated for @outtacuppa, hope you like this one.

Sometime around midnight, the Floo in the Manor is finally ablaze with green fire. Draco Malfoy makes his entrance inside the vast living room, while Scorpius and Albus sit before the chimney, curiously looking at him. Feeling a little bit vulnerable, Draco follows their action and sits before them to make a circle.

“So?” Scorp starts asking with a barely contained excitement. “Father, spill the whole story!” Draco smiles at him once before shaking his head.

“Mr. Malfoy?” Albus’ very familiar green eyes get very confused in a sudden.

“Well, we had a very lovely date, but he said no.” Draco sighs –huh, even his sigh sound small and sad. Potter has really done a number on him.

“HE SAID NO?!” Albus snaps; tsk, very much like his father. Albus once again starts pacing on the expensive rug, trying to wrap his mind on this piece of information. After a very long moment, he can’t conjure a single idea. “But why?” he finally asks softly. Scorp looks at the both of them with heavy concern.

“I don’t know, he didn’t explain.” Draco eyes fall to the hand that is holding his. Scorp squeezes once, telling his father that he’s here with him. Draco smiles at him.  “Hey, Al, it’s okay, yeah?” Draco tries to soothe the fuming boy in front of him. “It’s okay, he must have his reasons.” Albus only shakes his head sadly, which makes Draco stands up and hugs the boy. Huh, shouldn’t he be the one getting hugged?

“I can try to talk some sense into him?” Albus asks quietly and tightens his hug on Draco’s being.

“Hey, no, Al, there’s no need for that. It’s okay, let him sleep on it, maybe one day he’ll be ready to spill his reasons. Not today.” Albus steps back from the hug and turn his sad eyes to Scorp, which makes Draco chuckles. “Hey, none of that, either. Your friendship should not be tainted with whatever’s going on with your parents. Go keep being friends or whatever.” Albus smiles softly at Draco.

“What about you? What will happen after this?”

“Well, I think I’ll open one of my best bottles of wine tonight and enjoy that. Time will reveal the rest, Albus. Don’t worry, I’ll be okay, eventually.” Albus nods at that.

“Well then, I’ll bid you all adieu. For what it’s worth, I believe you deserved better, Mr. Malfoy. See you at Kingcross in two days, Scorp!”

“Send my birthday wishes to your father.”

“Will do.” And with that, Albus’ form is being consumed by the green fire.

“Need a company tonight, Dad?” Scorp asks his father innocently, which Draco laughs openly. It’s good to hear his laugh.

“There’s no way young man. You’re barely 14!” And then Draco feels the force of Scorpius hug.

“Don’t do anything stupid.” Scorp says quietly with heavy concern in his voice. Draco strokes his blond hair and smiles at him.

“I’ll be okay.”


“It’s only a rejected proposal, Scorp.”

Blatant lie.

“Us, Malfoys, are much stronger than that.”

Absolute, total, downright bollocks.


“Morning, dad.” Albus runs down the stair before attacking his father in a big hug. Harry chuckles at that, but even then Albus can hear the tiredness in his voice. He steps back to examine his father condition –definitely not getting any sleep, judging by the dark circles under his eyes. He sighs softly and goes back to hugging his father in a gentler manner. “I have a lot of things I want to say to you in anger right now, but I believe you need a hug more. Happy birthday, dad. For all the right reason, I believe you just made your biggest mistake.” Albus only feels his father’s hug gets tighter and a soft, tired sigh fanning his hair.


The Kingcross Station is busy as ever, just like every other week days. Both Harry and Albus walk through the wall that will lead them to Platform 9 ¾. Harry was just finished loading Albus’ trunk into the train when someone pulls him to the side. He goes straight to hug the person when he sees who it is.

“I miss you so much! Why didn’t you visit this month?” he starts fussing James’ hair and face before pulling him back into his chest.

“I miss you too, Dad, sorry I’m seriously busy this month, but I swear I’ll write to you every weekend.” Harry pouts at that, which makes James laughs. “Okay, I’ll stay at yours two weeks before school starts again after Christmas holiday.” Harry’s face must be lit like a Christmas tree.

“Deal. Where’s Ginny? Will she be okay with that arrangement?”

“Oh, I have my way to sway her, don’t worry.”

“Do me a favor and look out for Al at school?”

“Don’t worry, Dad, he has a Malfoy for that. Like father like son, yeah?” James grins at him while playfully raising his brows. Harry’s mood instantly depleted, which makes James frowns. “Oh, trouble in paradise?” Harry only shakes his head with a smile.

“Nothing that concerns you. Have fun at school.”

“Okay.” James goes back for a last hug. “I really miss you.”

“I miss you too, go.” With that James runs to his friends. But there’s someone who suddenly hugs him again, when he turns his body, he’s being greeted with a bushy hair. He immediately hugs her back, but then received a smack on his head. “Ow! Nice to see you too, Hermione.”

“Oh, Harry, why would you even do that? I heard the news just before when I met Al and Scorp.” Harry frowns at her, but Hermione only hugs him again. “I believe you’ll do the right thing, but for whatever you choose, I also believe that he deserve an explanation at the very least.” Harry smiles at that. Hermione is always dependable.

“Rose and Hugh are inside already?”

“Yes, Ron is currently with Ginny and Dean, probably talking about Quidditch. I saw Teddy earlier, he’s looking for you. Go find him!” Hermione shoos him with her hands. It’s not long when Harry finally finds Teddy.

“Teddy!” Teddy’s blue hair is wild under the sun, but suddenly turns into Harry’s black hair, head searching for his Godfather, and then he runs toward Harry, enveloping him in a big hug. What’s with everyone and hugging today? “Hi, old man, ready for your last year?”

“As ready as I can be. Will it be hard?” Harry can see how nervous Teddy is.

“Dunno, never attend my seventh year.” Harry grins, which earns him a smack on his arm.

“I’m serious!”

“Hey, you’re gonna be fine. Seriously, just study hard for your NEWT and it will all be okay. You’re Head Boy, yeah? Put that badge on and show them Teddy Lupin can do anything, especially getting an O on his NEWTs. You’ll be fine.” Teddy smiles sadly at him.

“Will you though? I heard the news. Why Harry? I thought the both of you are happy? Well, at least I’ve never seen you happier than the last four years.” Harry only shakes his head.

“Don’t worry your head over it, it’s okay.” Then Teddy glares at him.

“Well, he’s not okay. Scorp comes to the station alone, Harry. Draco’s still my cousin, so please, fix whatever this is. Make it right even though you chose to break up with him.” Teddy scolds him in a sharp tone before hugging him once and disappears in the throng of students.

“Hi, Mr. Potter!” Harry looks at his right only to find Scorp’s head slips between the compartment’s windows.

“Scorp! You could come with us this morning, you know we won’t mind. Al will be ecstatic.” Scorpius only shakes his head and smiles softly.

“It’s okay, I’ll see Albus in here anyway.” Harry frowns.

“I’m sorry.” He finally says guiltily.

“Not to me, Mr. Potter, no to me.” Scorp only grins before his head is being replaced by Albus.

“Dad, you and I both know how you’re head over heels for him. So whatever the reason behind this spurt in the moment action to reject him, please fix it. We both have our eyes on our Malfoys, yeah? So go get him, and I’ll go get mine. Well, at least tell him why you deny the proposal. He deserves that much and even more for putting up to your shits for the last four years.” Albus honestly just yell at Harry. Many people look at their direction with amused smiles, but the blond hair boy that stands beside Albus in the compartment just stand in shock with his mouth slightly agape.

“Wh-what?” Albus can hear Scorp stutters beside him, so he looks at his poor friend. “What did you just say?” Albus smiles sheepishly, he hasn’t think about what would come out of his mouth before. The blush creeps through his neck to the tip of his ears.

“I said we both have our eyes on our Malfoys, so go get him, and I’ll go get mine.” Scorpius is looking at Albus with wide grey eyes. It cannot get anymore embarrassing than this, so he groans and pulls Scorpius towards him. Both of their lips meet in a hesitant kiss, Albus is giving Scorpius a wide berth to step back and run, but after a moment Scorp’s hands find their home on the nape of Albus’ neck. He takes a step forward and loses himself in the softness of Albus’ lips. They don’t stop, even after the train starts moving, and Harry’s form is out of sight, they don’t stop.


Harry understands that his relationship has never worked out before. First with Cho, then with Ginny. He and Ginny got back together about three years after the war, after Harry was certain that he has his mental in a healthy state. It worked for awhile, they had James just at the first years of marriage, and then they had Albus two years after James. At first it was alright, Harry was content and somehow he believed that their family was enough, until one day, it wasn’t. Ginny didn’t want him to be an Auror. Ginny wanted to resume her occupation on Quidditch. Harry didn’t want that because who’s gonna look after James and Albus if the both of them are always out on the field. So, Harry stopped working on the field, he gave up his job to work with high rank behind the desk. He didn’t regret that, he was glad he did that for his kids. But one argument became two, and suddenly there were two dozens of problematic issues inside their family, thus Ginny asked for a divorce. Harry regrets that –oh not the divorce, but how his children had to witness their parents being divorced when James was just starting at Hogwarts and Albus was 9.

Ginny continued her life as a Chaser –a really good one, and then two years after their divorce, she moved on with Dean. James is in her custody as Albus is in his. Albus went to Hogwarts, met with Scorp, and became best buddies. Stick at the hip those two, hence the forced friendship of their fathers. Forced friendship became comfortable company, and then they became each other safe harbour. Before Albus finished his first year, the once so called arch enemy had declared themselves as lovers. That relationship goes strong for four years, until two days ago, when Draco suddenly asked Harry to marry him and he refused.

He knows he’s a complete jerk because when people ask about his reasons, he can’t even conjure one. He didn’t explain anything to Draco. He didn’t explain anything to anyone as he doesn’t even know the answer himself. Does he love Draco? Oh Merlin, he’s worse than Albus’ adoration towards Scorp. Harry is seriously head over heels for the Malfoy Senior. So he’s still quite confused himself on why he rejected the proposal. Hence the reason on why he has been locking himself inside his house for the last two week, searching for those absurd reasons on why he refused the proposal from the only person he ever love that hard.

After two weeks, he finally collects enough courage to stand in front of the Manor grand door. He rings the bell couples of times but there’s no answer, so he lets himself in with the key Draco once gave him. Hunting for Draco Malfoy inside his Manor turns to be a frustrating job when the Manor is as silent as the Forbidden Forest. He almost leaves when he thinks that the house is empty, but he makes sure to check every single room first. Harry finally finds Draco inside one of the guests room, the room they always occupy when Draco and Harry is in the mood for more thorough exploration towards each other. Draco is sleeping, curled into a small ball on the mattress. At first, Harry is relieved to find him in a peaceful state, but then he notices that Draco’s breath is slow –too slow for a sleeping human. He immediately spots a couple of phials on the bedside drawer. Calming Draught –Harry decides after sniffing it.


Drinking two phials of Calming Draught all at once is fucking suicide.

“Draco! Draco!” Harry turns the sleeping body to his back, noticing the dark circles under his eyes even as he sleeps. Oh Draco. Harry fishes his wand from the holder in his ribs before pointing it at Draco’s heart. “Ennervate!” Nothing, the heartbeats are still to slow. “Ennervate!” At that Draco jerks and gasps, his eyes opening in a shock manner. “Thank Merlin, oh Draco, thank Merlin!” Harry mutters under his breath. Draco’s eyes focus on the person before him.

“Harry?” he asks confusedly, which makes Harry’s blood boils in anger.

“What are you doing, Draco?! You of all people should know everything about potion! You git, what are you trying to achieve by downing two phials of Calming Draught?! Merlin, I have to hit you twice with Ennervate, fuck , Malfoy! You want to kill yourself, is that it?!” Draco only stares at Harry with wide eyes.

“What are you doing here?”

“I am here because I want to apologize for being an arsehole! I thought you’ll be here being sad, or angry beyond reason, or whatever, and I want to fix my mistakes, but no, Draco, I found you almost dead! Fuck, I can’t do this. Sort yourself, I’m downstairs if you want to talk.” With that he leaves Draco and goes downstairs, preparing tea for two. After a few moments, Harry finally calms down and Draco finally sits beside him on the sofa, looking more collected than before, but still not the usual Malfoy’s look. His long blond hair for once is free on his back, not being brushed or styled to perfection. Harry notices he has lost weight, face has become a bit pointier, high sharp cheekbones more pronounce than ever, but the dark circles under his eyes completed his haughty look. “You look like shit.”

“I have mirrors if you want to compare our looks.” Draco snaps sharply.

“How long did you sleep?”

“18 hours.”

“Oh Draco…” Harry’s common sense seems to run out of the window because he suddenly hugs Draco’s form without a care in the world. Draco goes rigid under Harry’s display of affection, but after a few seconds he turns around and melts himself inside Harry’s embrace. He feels like a lost little child, vulnerable and sad, but Harry’s embrace is warm and safe so he just melts a little deeper. Harry’s strokes on his long hair feel comforting. This is right. This is where Draco feels the safest. “I’m sorry. I’m so very sorry.”

“Why?” Draco’s voice is small and wobbles a bit, which makes Harry hugs him a little bit tighter.

“Honestly, Draco, I don’t even know the exact reason, and I know that you won’t accept that kind of answer, but two weeks of searching and I still cannot figure out why I say no to you.”

“Harry, you do understand you fucking embarrassed me that night, don’t you? So you better have a very good reason on why you said no to me, or I can’t do this anymore.” Draco gets out of Harry’s warm embrace. Harry can see the tears in Draco’s eyes and it breaks his heart all over again. After a moment of silence from Harry’s part, Draco doesn’t actually know what to do. He feels played, embarrassed; he feels cheap. He gave everything of him to this man for three years, but even then he can’t get a solid reason on why he’s being rejected, over and over again –oh yeah, he did remember that this is not the first time he’s being rejected by the famous Harry Potter. Harry suddenly traps his face in his hands and stares deep into his eyes.

“I love you, Draco Malfoy, don’t you ever dare think otherwise even for a second. I fucking love you, so don’t you dare think that I don’t care about you. You’re there beside Albus, and James, and Scorpius on my number one priority. I’m sorry I was an arsehole, I don’t know why I don’t accept your proposal, and I’m not gonna give any excuses. Maybe you caught me off guard, maybe I’m not ready, maybe because I always fail on relationships, maybe I’m afraid you’ll be another Ginny and I don’t want you to be another person I divorced, maybe just because I lost my bloody mind that night. I don’t know, and I’m sorry that I can’t give you any solid reason, but I love you. I love you so very much, and I wanna stay with you until we’re grey and old. I have sorted my mind for the last two weeks, and here I am asking you to take me back, pleading for you to not let me go. And maybe… if you’re still willing, I would like it very much to say yes to your previous offer.” Harry says softly while his thumb keeps wiping the tears that come out of Draco’s eyes. “Please stop crying, Merlin, it breaks my heart to see you like this. I love you, okay? I love you very much, Draco, and I can’t even imagine having a life without you in it, so marry me, Draco Malfoy, marry me?” Draco laughs wetly at that, some twinkles seeps back into his grey eyes.

“Excuse me? No, I propose to you first, we’re not gonna turn this table around.” Draco chuckles again.

“Then, yes. Yes, I’ll marry you.” Harry smiles widely.

“You’re certain this time?” Draco asks as he takes the abandon ring in his pocket and slips it into Harry’s fourth finger when Harry nods with any hesitation. He examines the ring for a second before laughing in amazement and throwing himself into Harry’s embrace.

“I love you, God, I love you so much. Please don’t leave me at the altar?” Harry only tightens his hug.

“There’s no way I let you get snatched by other men, Draco Malfoy, God, I love you too.”

anonymous asked:

MC is forced to marry Nobunaga since he loves her but time from time she falls for him too. If it's alright, please?

Sure! Sorry for it being late but here you go!^^


“Her Forged Wedding”

She was devastated the second he asked her to marry him. She didn’t even had feelings for him. Of course, she rejected it with reasons but he didn’t wanted no for an answer. And so she was forced into marriage with him. Her best friend felt something off about it, but she decided to not show anyone the worries, frustration, and sadness that appeared in her heart. She had a kind heart, not wanting others to judge the Lord and hate him much more than they already had, when she was the one who hated him most. She was frightened of him and his ruthlessness. But she was relieved he chose not to bed her–yet. She knew very deep down in the depths of her heart that he was only doing this out of wanting to feel loved because she was the first women to ever be loved by him, but she didn’t wanted to admit it.

Everyday felt like a struggle to her. But gradually, she became the only person to understand him in ways others couldn’t. She became known to why he acted the way he did. And she became the only person to calm his heart when it was on fire. He was angry at many times and she was the only one to be able to help him through it.

Slowly as time grew, their relationship gradually became closer and the two of them were able to share words when they were frustrated or upset. He knew she didn’t had feelings for him and surprisingly didn’t force anything on her. He didn’t wanted her to hate her any more than she should. He didn’t wanted her to leave his side. But one small quarrel gave all his anger on her away.

“You vile women! If you wish to leave me then so be it!” he shouted. That’s it, he thought to himself. She grew quiet and he knew right then that he had given her the opportunity to leave him and divorce. He regretted those words the second he had spoken of it. But if she didn’t loved him, then why would it matter to him if she left? It had always been a one sided love for him and he was tired of being the one to chase after it all. He didn’t wanted to force her into loving him any longer. And he didn’t wanted to hide his dejection no more. The silence to her made it very clear to him that she would think to be happy and finally free from him so he looks away in spite of being afraid she would take this opportunity to leave.

“Do not just stand there and look upon me with pity. Leave at once before I change my mind,” he speaks with his back facing her.

Still, she spoke of nothing and he could still feel her presence because there was no sound of her leaving. “No…” finally she spoke, her voice thick with sorrow. An air of melancholy surrounds the two. He turns back to face her, surprised to hear the rejection of being free from him.

“Stop speaking such foolish things. If you really wish to leave then leave. I do not need your pity to bestowed upon me. Now leave me before I pull out this sword and–”

“No!” she refuses once again, this time with a voice filled of rage and frustration. “I am not doing this out of pity, milord.” He could see the clear tears brimming against her eyes and placed back his sword that was meant to scare her to leave.

“Then why?” Frustration was pouring from his tone to his expressions. He was angry as to why the women had refused to leave. As much as he wanted to be mirthful about the whole thing, he couldn’t find a reason to. She didn’t loved him and yet she was choosing to stay. He didn’t needed someone like that. Maybe his feelings were finally able to leave his heart. But the next sentence she says gets him to change his mind about hating her right away. Just three words he had been longing to hear since his entire existence. Just three words that calmed his heart. That was the kind of power those words had to even stop the Lord of Hell. Maybe it was because it had come from her. And he knew she meant it when she was crying her eyes out, desperately trying to smile through it all because he knew she knew that he wanted this so badly.

“I love you.”

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arranged marriage (top x reader) - chapter 10

POV: Reader
Pairing: T.O.P (Big Bang) x Reader
Rating: PG
Comments: Here it is, the final chapter of Arranged Marriage! Here ends the first scenario series on Maelstrom Scenarios! It’s been an interesting ride with this one, and I hoped you all enjoyed it. Please look forward to more scenarios from me, and thank you for supporting and enjoying my writing!

Summary: Since your childhood, you’ve been engaged to some boy named Choi Seunghyun. You, however, have never really cared nor put much thought into it. In fact, you have come to the conclusion that your parents weren’t serious about it at all and it would never happen. Until one day, you’re informed he’s ready to marry you and he’s not who you were expecting. It’s time to experience the life as the arranged wife of a famed idol, and all the trials and tribulations that come with it.

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genre: angst, romance, marriage, divorce
characters: reader and namjoon, bts
word count: 2350
summary:You want the divorce. Your marriage is not the same. You don’t think he loves you anymore. This is the right thing to do…right?

Part 1//Part 2//Part 3//Part 4//Part 5//Part 6//Part 7

Part 8 It’s ok y/n, it’s Namjoon

Namjoon has been working non-stop on their new album and even if it’s late at night, the studio is the place you’ll find him. After you briefly spoke on the phone, you rushed without much thinking to the subway.

A million thoughts and questionings were going through your mind. What will I say? What am I doing? Is this the right moment? Will he listen to me? A million thoughts.

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I don’t know where a relationship with you will end up.

I don’t know if we’ll get married or if we’ll elope.
I don’t know if we’ll just drive to Vegas and come back drunk.
I don’t know if we’ll last 30 years, or 20 years, or 1 week.
I don’t know if we’ll grow old together.
I don’t know if we’ll have three kids, or two kids, or adopt kids.
I don’t know if our careers will lead us in the same direction.
I don’t know if we’ll become millionaires.
I don’t know how many time’s you’ll kiss me in a day, or how many fights we’ll get into.
I don’t know if we’ll end up getting a divorce and regret our whole lives together.
I don’t know if we’ll love each other our whole lives even if we never get married to each other.
I don’t know when you’ll kiss me for the first time. Or if you ever will.
I don’t know if you’ll ever say “I love you.” And actually mean it.
I don’t know if I will say “I love you.” And not regret it.

The only thing I know, is that I’d like to figure all these things out.
I’d like to give it a shot.
I’d like to take my chance.

But I don’t know if you’d want to figure those things out too.
And I don’t know if I’d like to find out if you don’t.

—  adoxo-graphy

a letter to young women,

please do as much possible as you can in one lifetime, without the constrains of marriage limiting you. read, write, study, travel and be free of all things whilst you are still young. of course marriage can be a beautiful union of two people, however when you’re young you need to use these years to define who the hell you are first. you need to shape and mould and learn to like who you are without being restricted with the responsibility of all else. most young people who get married end up divorced, and regretting the fact they wasted their years trying to reconcile a relationship when they should have spent it on themselves. please, i encourage you to take all the time in the world on yourself before ever getting married. please.

Calm. Down.
Oh my God. I have seen people tweeting really insulting things to Brendon and Sarah or commenting on Instagram- saying really nasty stuff like “WHEN you get divorced you’ll regret that” and “he’s an idiot if he thinks that’s going to last”
And please please just… Stop
People are literally saying they’re not going to be fans of Brendon anymore because he got a tattoo of his wife’s eye
Come on
It’s not like he got something really embarrassing. It’s not like he got her NAME tattooed across his FOREHEAD OR SOMETHING STUPID
it’s a pretty tattoo and it’s well done
The most important thing
Mind your own God damn business.
You’re allowed your own opinion but seriously… Do not spam a guy who is really happy with his tattoo saying “EW I HATE IT ITS UGLY IT SUCKS THATS A STUPID DECISION” because that’s just rude.

He Ask For A Divorce P.2

Liam:  His P.o.v.  I Sat here in the new house. Y/n & Our Divorce was finalized last month. My Sister went to pick up my kids from Y/n since Y/n & I haven’t seen each other. Ruth walked in with Taylor “Hey Bud”“hey dad” i hugged him and told him to go the the living room “Where is Ally”“She is going with Y/n”“Oh” I went to Taylor after Ruth left “So where was mommy going today”“She went on a date”“A date? With who? Where?”“Aunt was making mommy go they went to a fair”“Oh” I spend the rest of the day think about Y/n. “I’m here for Taylor” Ruth said “No need i will take him”“Are you sure about that?” i nodded “well i’m coming along” we drove to y/n’s place. She was on the porch with a guy. I got out the car & when i saw they again he kissed her and left. Y/n was about to walk in but Taylor ran to her “Mommy”“Taylor” she hugged him “Hey Y/n” “Have you eaten i can cook you something” Y/n ignored me “Can i get some soup from yesterday”“yeah” Taylor walked then Y/n followed “Wait we have to talk”“not unless my lawyer is here” “Why were you on a date?”“Beca- wait who do you think you are asking”‘Because i’m your hu-“ i cut my self "You were now you may leave” i grabbed her arm & spun her around kissed her. I missed her lips. Y/n tried to push me but i kissed her hard.“Why” she asked me “i still love you”“No you don’t”“i missed you y/n i was wrong about the divorce i regret it please i need you”“Me too”“I’ve missed you” i whispered in her hair.


Niall:  It’s been 6 months since Niall asked me for divorce & I am getting big Niall & I haven’t seen each other since then only our lawyers talked.Today My sister & I decided to walk around London to look for some stuff for the baby “Look we should go in here” we headed to the store I bumped into someone when i tied my shoe “Sor-” I cut off & Saw Niall standing their “Y/n” i didn’t respond but walked away quickly covering my bump but he grabbed my arm.“Your pregnant?”“Y/n let’s go i-” my sister started but stopped when she saw Niall “Let her go” my sister took his hand off me “C'mon we are going home” we rushed to the car & left. When we arrived Niall beat us there “Y/n I have been doing the math you either cheated on me or this is my baby”“Niall get out of here” my sister covered me “Not until she answers me”“Why Niall you left me when i couldn’t give you a child”“Y/n that not true i just been stress i told my lawyer to hold those papers I love you y/n” i was in tears “No you don’t you asked for a divorce Niall I needed you but you left me” i moved away from my sister “You ended it how could you love me when you ended it” i slammed my fist in his chest “I know baby but i love you your my princess” he grabbed me to stop hitting him.“I want to be with you i want you to be mine again & we can start our new family” he kissed my lips “I don’t know”“Don’t do it for me but for this little Miracle ” he placed his hand on my bump.“I love you”“i love you”


Harry: His P.o.v. It’s been a year since we divorced each other. I haven’t seen Gemma has went to pick up the kids from her & dropping them back off. I sat with the boys & their wife’s talking when i heard El & Perrie talk “So have you talked to Y/n”“Yeah she is going on a date today”“With the same guy”“yeah this is like their 5th date”“Have you met him”“yeah he is good for she needs to move on & he has a daughter”“really”“Yeah he is a single dad”“Wow Y/n did good.” Y/n moved on well why should i care? Oh that’s right she was my wife & I cheated on her with someone who left me. I ruin everything good i had going.I got up & walked outside for some air “You heard huh?” Louis patted my back “I messed up everything Louis”“I know”“i miss her Louis” “You were the one who made the decision Harry” he walked away. I can’t hold her. Kiss her. Wake up with her in the morning. Make love to her all because of a stupid decision.

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Louis:His P.o.v Today We had to sign the papers.This was the first time i was going to see Y/n since she send me the papers. I was nervous to see her. I asked for the divorce but Y/n started the paper work. I really messed up she was my best friend and i hurt her. The door opened it was Y/n & her lawyer “Let’s get this over with” he lawyer said placing the papers done & pass it to my lawyer. “Just sign on the x’s” i got the pen “I can’t do this” Y/n got up & left the room. I ran after her “Y/n wait” i grabbed her arm “Fuck you Like, You Know i don’t want to be friends with you.Like, I’m done with you” she ran “I don’t want to be friends”“Well good sign those papers” she turned around “Y/n I can’t sign them”“You wanted this”“I did but i was wrong”“No you made up your mind”“Y/n i want you back”“You had me & didn’t want me” i wiped her tear. “That’s before i experienced being without you I love you i can’t lose you” she remain quiet “Your everything to me y/n if i lose you i will go crazy you keep me normal, Please we can fix this”“You said we can’t” i lift her head for she can be looking at me “We can” i kissed her lips “I missed your love” she said “You will never miss that again”


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Zayn: His P.o.v. I was holding her wedding ring in my hand I sat here in the airport. I looked inside the ring 'Y/n + Zayn Forever’ Our memories we shared went through my mind.What am I doing? I ran out the airport got a taxi to take me back home where i belong. I told the Taxi to go as fast as possible. When we pulled up I saw Y/n’s car & her best friend car “No No she can’t leave” i rushed inside. Everything in the house was a mess i ran up the stairs to hear y/n say “I Don’t have anyone anymore” i can hear the pain in her voice “No you have me” she turned around wiping her tears “what are you doing here? Aren’t you suppose to be with her?”“I was not being with anyone Y/n”“why 2 tickets”“i was planning to take you but i’m just stupid Y/n i can’t lose you I don’t want a divorce”“no you made it clear that you do” Y/n best friend walked out the room.“No I was wrong i need you the memories we shared are hard to throw away” i wiped her cheek & hold her “I love you zayn”“I love you Y/n nothing will every change that your the best thing that has happen to me your mine & no one else” i kissed her lips & i felt the spark back in that kiss.



I seem to be sticking with this story thus far. Perhaps I can call myself a story writer now?Alternating - jumping timelines again.

The Parts I - II - IIIIV - VVIVII - VIII - IX - X

 Something wakes you up, it stirs you and you’re awake and all that just happened replays in your head, making you smile. You shift slightly to see if she’s still asleep, which she is - and you settle in this favorite position of yours, her soft breathing tickling the back of your neck, with her hands wrapped protectively around your bare waist, holding you close to her. The hotel room itself is dark and dimly lit from some little light from outside, almost enough for you to make out the outline of the various furniture in the room. Through the glass wall of the room, the city lay spread out, and if you squinted hard enough you could make out the bustle of the late night traffic. The air in the room itself is still and silent, and with the bed so soft and cozy, this was bliss. You could make out all the clothes strewn about the room, and the smile that was plastered on your face since you woke up still hasn’t left you. You think back on the conversation you had had with her to convince her to get here - she was very skeptical about the whole ‘hotel room’ idea but after the clothes were off she hadn’t minded so much.

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