#Can You Save A Marriage From Divorce Wonderful Useful Ideas

[quitealotofsodapop]

Assorted fem!Laios fic ideas;

My hc name for fem!Laios is; Laima.

Reasons:

Laima is the name of the Baltic goddess of fate, luck, motherhood, pregnancy, and children. Fem!Laios' life is defined by her role as a wife and mother, to the point that only a miracle could break her from the cycle.

Same amount of syllables. Laios = Lai-us. Laima = Lye-ma.

Move over the "I" and what do you get? Lamia. Aka; a mother driven so mad by the loss of her child that she is transformed into a man-eating monster. 👀

Special interests were shut down hard as a child. Parents steered her towards more "traditional" goals of marriage and motherhood. Still extremely adventurous - she's ultimately still the odd child who put bug egg cases in her cupboard.

Marriage was arranged by her parents. Going by Laios' timeline in the Adventurer's Bible; he was engaged even before he deserted the military

There's two ways I can see fem!Laios going;

A: She has two or three children, as her canonverse fiancé has, and took the kids in the divorce. Her kids 100% sneak away from their babysitter to help find and save Aunt Falin, pretending to be grown halflings. One child is a powerful magic user, while another has feral child-strength.

B: One where due to fertility issues she simply never had a child within her marriage, but really wanted one. Was pretty much exiled by her husband's family due to being "cursed", causing her some personal trauma. Her greatest desire is intertwined with her want of children - even a monster such as a Harpy can be wonderful mothers, why can't she?

Kabru alludes to there being abnormal results when a pregnant person is revived within the dungeon, but is cut-off before he can fully answer. Fem!Laios better be keeping it safe if she decides on splunking, less she accidentally create a host for an unknown horror seeking escape from the dungeon. (*wink*)

The imagery of motherhood and monsterhood intertwining to turn Laios/Laima from a "mere" housewife to a horror befitting primordial maternal entities like Echidna or Tiamat. (*chef's kiss*)

Thoughts?

[pixeldistractions]

Five years ago…

He was twenty-four. He remembered that because the short window of time that he and Colette were something of an attempted pair, a trial with mostly error, was approximately Halloween to Easter the year the boys were four. For those six months, he was allowed to sleep in her bed. They took family outings to the beach (she hated the sand, the sun, and the bugs) and the mall (he hated the noise, the crowds, and the materialism). People saw them together and offered to take a family picture. They smiled when prompted. They ate dinner together at the dining room table with their boys.

It didn’t last long, but she used to talk about marriage that year.

“Wait, are you serious?”

“Well, it’s not so crazy,” she said.

“Marriage is a cage,” he told her, sitting up to laugh. She was offended now, and he’d probably never hear the end of it.

“Marriage is just an institution,” she quipped. “Don’t over think it. We can fuck other people if you want. People do that sort of thing.”

He laughed incredulously. Sure, some people did that sort of thing, but it seemed quite a leap to go from the only woman he’d ever slept with to having more casual lovers than he could count on his hands. He wouldn’t claim he wasn’t curious, but he just didn’t think he was that type.

“Because you don’t have a drop of retirement savings, and news flash, you won’t get social security on my efforts either because you don’t want to get married. You could divorce me after ten years and it would still be yours.”

“You wouldn’t cheat the government for me.”

She turned up her nose. “It’s not cheating, it’s just the rules.” Hmph.

She was mad now.

She was always mad though, so it barely registered. He didn’t have an answer for her, and he didn’t assume she was formally asking a question.

Or was she? Was this her idea of a marriage proposal?

Marriage to her for another ten years? Didn’t that seem like a fate worse than poverty? And perhaps that was also the exact moment he knew he would never marry her for any amount of money.

He never really cared about money, anyway. She hated that about him, too.

And maybe that was also the moment he decided that he would probably never marry anyone. If marriage was a cage and if most women wanted generally the same kinds of things Colette wanted, it wasn’t a trap he wanted to sign up for. No thanks, no way.

Colette shook her head, expressionless. “You’re going to be old and frail and destitute. Not my problem to solve.”

He wanted to fire back, “I never asked you to solve my problems.”

But that wasn’t entirely true. And she knew it.

Now…

Marriage is a cage, he thought.

But does it have to be?

Could it be a lock without a cage? A promise, a vow? Simple and nourishing. Effortless and fun. Could it be companionship and support and dedication? Could it always be just like this?

He had nothing to compare this to. He never got to know his parents’ marriage, though he heard stories that it was a wonderful one. The only relationship he’d ever known was cold and combative and didn’t instill much faith in the institution.

But this was different, and if a marriage could be like this, then maybe he wanted it. He wanted this to go on and on. Two wild hearts and their combined feral children and a whole wide world of adventure. This, right here in these traveling walls, was everything he ever wanted.

Almost everything. It could be everything.

— “boxes and squares #5.1: live the fairytale” (10/10)

^ he’s gonna burn out his brain overthinking this one, lol!

But let’s let him stew on that for a little while. He’s got heaps of shit to sort out first.

Chapter 5.1 is now complete. 5.2 is in the works and coming… soonish. I can’t promise anything yet, but I can tell you it’s called “come down from the clouds.”

Next -> // 5.1 start // index

[yakuzacanons]

Wow you're literally the best thing to happen to this platform 🧎‍♀️

I would like to request an angst with fluff ending for Majima and reader 👀 Maybe something involving Makoto and jealousy? 👀

I'd say that it's not just one thing that instantaneously makes the reader break down. First, she notices the wistful look that Majima had when he first tells her about Makoto. Then it's the song that he sings at Karaoke that she just knows it's dedicated to her. And finally, it's when he comes back from Sotenbori acting distant and she immediately knows that something is up, causing her to just burst into tears, resigned and defeated. "Why am I even here?"

I CAN'T WAIT FOR YOUR INCREDIBLE BRAIN TO BRRRR AGAIN

First of all bless u sweet anon, and second of all my brain is going so brrr that if I were to describe it I might explode and we cannot have that. Sorry it took so long to respond to this one, I had to let it simmer in da ol' brain for a bit cuz I have too many ideas for this. Gonna be a long one so sorry in advance but also I am not sorry cuz it's Majima babey! Headcanon below da cut as always. Spoilers for Yakuza 0 and 5.

Majima isn't exactly secretive but he is selective about what he says, especially when embarking into a romantic relationship. The last time he was romantically involved, it ended in a messy divorce. Generally, a lot of things in Majima's life have ended that way so he's delicate whenever he talks about his past.

In doing so, he doesn't realize he's making you feel alienated. Whenever you do ask about his past, it's obvious that he's tense. His answers get shorter, he changes the subject faster. Initially you didn't mind. You knew about his previous marriage, even if only in so few words because he's not one to dwell on that subject. But he never told you about Makoto.

You actually first hear about Makoto via Kiryu, who didn't mean to bring it up. Maybe Majima was just having a particularly bad day and Kiryu says something like "Last time I saw Majima-neesan that upset, it was..." before trailing off. Kiryu can't lie to save his life, and eventually he spills the beans, trying to keep it short by saying "Oh, it's this girl we both knew in the 80's." but it's too late. The secret's out now.

You're not mad that he kept this from you but you're a little surprised. The two of you never had trouble talking about past loves. Even if Majima didn't necessarily enjoy the topic, he was truthful. So why hide this? When you finally confront him with the question, he completely freezes.

He'll immediately deflect with a "How'd ya hear 'bout that?" but when he realizes he can't wiggle his way out of this one, he'll sigh and finally give you the truth. It hurts him that you didn't hear it from him first. Did he plan on telling you eventually? Maybe, probably, he thinks, but secretly he isn't entirely sure. If allowed, would he have left it all buried in the past?

Majima summarizes the events as best as he can without showing any particular feelings towards the matter, but you can see the faintest glimmer in his eyes, a kind you've never seen before. It's a nostalgic ache, both a yearning for what used to be and complete resignation to the fact he could never go back. Eventually you realize that pressing him further is only making him recoil, so you let it slide with a huffy breath. Still, you can't help but wonder what was so special about Makoto that he couldn't even tell YOU of all people that she even existed?

You had nearly forgotten these nagging feelings until you saw the way Majima sang "As Long As You're Happy" at karaoke a few nights later. There was that faint glimmer again. Secretly, Majima's also bugged by his own thoughts and feelings on the matter but neither of you know what to say, if there even IS anything to say, to fix this. He sings to air out these thoughts, not realizing how it looks to you.

You manage to keep it together until Majima leaves to Sotenbori for a work related trip. He'd done this before and it should've been fine but this time it was anything but. You spent nights staring at the ceiling, images of a younger Majima hand in hand with Makoto in the streets of Sotenbori. Him with that long hair you'd only seen in photos and that suit that he doesn't wear anymore. The version of him that Makoto knows and that you could never know.

When Majima finally returns from his trip late one night, you're still lying in bed, wide awake. Normally, he would wake you up immediately and smother you with kisses but instead he walks to the nearby window and lights a cigarette, not realizing you were awake just a few feet away. Majima leans against the windowsill, exhaling heavily, his eyes completely clouded. You'd never seen him like this before.

Before you know it, hot tears are pouring down your face. Was Makoto that big of a deal that he would be acting this, as if he were an entirely different person? Maybe he was, you feared. Maybe the real Majima was still locked away somewhere in an alley in Sotenbori, grasping Makoto close as they hide from thugs, his ever watchful eye fixated on her. The thought drowned you completely.

You hadn't realized it, but your whimpers had become audible. Majima snaps out of his stupor and turns to glance at you as you lay in bed with the blanket pulled nearly over your entire face and it finally clicks. "Ah, shit, shit..." he mutters to himself as he hastily puts out his cigarette. Sure, having to think about and let alone talk about Makoto was complicated for him but he'd gotten over it before and he could do it again. But you? In his daze, he'd forgotten to think about it might've affected you and that hurt him more than recollecting a dozen memories with Makoto ever would.

He rushes to the bed. "Oi, what gives?" Majima's voice is surprisingly docile. He can tell he's hurt you but how could he even begin to approach the issue? He couldn't lie and say Makoto DIDN'T matter to him at all but what could he actually say that would help?

He prods you again with the question, to which you sit up almost violently in bed, throwing the blanket down to Majima's surprise. Your eyes are red and your face is stained with tears. Even though just before you were trying to avoid his gaze, now you were staring straight into his soul. Majima just sits back nervously, eyes wide, as you let out an exasperated "Why am I even here?!".

Majima is stunned as he lets out a meek "Well, ain't it 'cuz we're a couple 'n all?" and immediately realizing how stupid he sounded. He was deflecting again, as he always did whenever Makoto was brought up. His statement only brings you further to tears as you blurt out the one thing you had been trying so desperately not to say: "Why the fuck am I here, Goro? Just to fill some Makoto shaped void in your life?"

Only now does he finally see the extent to which this has hurt you, to which it has driven between a wedge between the two of you. Immediately, he engulfs you in a hug as you cry. Majima knows he's no saint but damn if he could go back to when you first asked and make it all right, he would.

His gloved hands grip you tightly, his fingers pressing into your skin as you continue to sob, his mind flooded this time with memories of you: when you first met, when he first let his guard down around you, and when you accepted him so immediately and lovingly that he thought he was dreaming. How could he take all of that and turn it against you without a second thought?

When he finally speaks, his voice aches in a way you'd never heard before, his accent slipping slightly. "Hey... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry... for hidin' this from you and... for only thinkin' 'bout myself. I thought I'd ruin all o' this by talkin' 'bout it... and turns out I'm ruining this instead by lettin' myself get so stuck in the past that I can't see what's right in goddamn frontta me."

Majima gently pulls you away as you sniffle in front of him. "Oi, look at me" he says as he gently lifts your chin. "My past... hell, all of me. Ya never once thought twice about stickin' by my side and I've been an ungrateful sonnova bitch. I know words can't make up for me bein' an oblivious ass, but I need ya to know this: my past, Makoto, all of it, knowing now it'd lead me here to ya, I wouldn't change a damn thing. And I'd go through it all again if it meant gettin' to be here with ya, here 'n now. None o' that matters to me anymore. You do."

You sniffle a few times before finally cracking a smile. "Ah, there we go. There's that cute lil' smile I love" Majima jokes as he pulls you in for a hug, this time smothering you in cuddles and kisses. "Hey, don't make me laugh, I'm supposed to be mad at you" you can't help but giggle. Majima kisses your forehead before laying down next to him, wiping away a few remnants of tears. "Sorry, can't help it. I just love seein' ya smile. Hell, I just love YOU."

[newwaveaccounting]

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[4emfox]

Statistically Speaking, I'm Not Your Type

It was the evening of July 28, 2016. I’d been sitting in my parked car for two hours, legs against the steering wheel. Staring, thinking. Not hungry, not thirsty — traumatized. There, I found myself a divorced, single parent at 30. Feeling mangled, not by my ex, but by the legal process and the Scarlet Letter of “failed marriage” on my life resume.

I emotionally unraveled from my marriage before it began (but no one teaches you how to back out of a wedding once you send out the Save the Dates). The idea of marriage and what it should look like had been shoved down my throat since infancy. I was raised in the Mormon church and they love marriage (the earlier, the better) and babies (the sooner you start, the better). And they say that marriage takes work. And you stick with the one you choose. And that there’s something wrong with divorced people. And and and…

This led me to marry a Mormon man in the Mormon church due to cultural expectations and perceived need at the tender age of 23. I researched and left the church shortly after (but the “muscle memory” in my brain from making choices and deriving value from the world around me continued to come from Mormon theology for a long time)…

Our relationship was G-rated, at best. We almost never fought…but we also almost never touched.

I had a baby at 26 to fix the emotional distance I was feeling; felt the need to “stay in it for the kid”; decided to go to grad school at 28 — probably in search for that something I felt I was lacking. Then finally, a crack in my brain opened a portal of non-Mormon logic that said, “Your son can’t grow up thinking that this is what a functional relationship looks like.” This led me to make the biggest adult decision I have ever made and ask for divorce at the wee age of 29.

The legal process kept both my ex and myself in Marriage Limbo for more than a year. But I felt divorced the moment I asked for it. In that moment I felt empowered and liberated. Anytime I think about getting into a relationship now, I think of that intense freedom I felt by leaving one and I take eight steps back. I hadn’t felt that way since the moment I left Mormonism. It was my choice, and I was done. I was free. Yet the system said it wasn’t over.

I felt as though I was being dragged through the mud for no reason — a constant wondering about when it’s going to officially end. Like the decision wasn’t mine — this made the finality of my marriage seem very anti-climatic. All the documentation said I was divorced and I went through legal hell to get there. But the long, drawn-out, muddy process made me feel like something bigger and better needed to happen in order for it to be officially officially over.

On the day of our court date, my ex and I cordially sat next to each other and chatted while our attorneys debated for 6 hours. I kept having to cancel work meetings last minute because I truly had no idea it would take that long (ahem…yes, I know many divorce battles can take much, much longer and I’m lucky). I planned to go to work that day — and still showed up at 4pm to save face.

So when it finally came time for us to stand in front of the judge and legally end our union, it felt…unfinished. Like something else needed to happen in order for it to be done done. Like confetti or a balloon drop or trumpets. But none of that happened and I started to process things differently and I felt uncomfortable. I felt the hurt of another person who didn’t want the union to end. I didn’t want the union to end — not because my ex and I were all of a sudden compatible but because no one gets married in hopes that it ends in court. The hope is for the idealized fairy tale ending that doesn’t exist.

There were dozens of other union-endings happening on the same day. My belief around the potential longevity of healthy relationships dying with each gauntlet slam. The weight of it all hit me and I started to tear up…

My attorney noticed, and in a sad gesture to make me feel better after having paid her nearly $10,000 for almost nothing I couldn’t have done myself, she pulled out a pack of orange tic-tacs and said, “Here. Have one. These always make me feel better.”

I felt sick inside. Unimportant. $10k later and an orange tic-tac to show for it.

We approached the stand, the judge quickly scanned our documents. She looked at me and said, “You want to go back to your maiden name?” I said yes. Gauntlet slam. And just like that, I had a new name and the legality of my union was flushed down the toilet.

I didn’t just change my brand. I also shifted away from a toxic Mormon perspective that women are helpmeets to men.

Any meaningful, healthy relationship should be mutually beneficial. Period. And while my ex played video games and intramural sports, I paid bills and grocery shopped and cooked and cleaned and got the oil changed and raised our kid. By the end of our relationship, I was fucking tired.

The outdated adage “woman, make me a sandwich” was gross to me prior to my marriage…but infuriated me after my experience.

Once I’d had a couple of months for some of the failed-relationship PTSD dust to settle, some astute girlfriends of mine decided to throw a divorce party for me — with invites, color coordinated dresses, and everything.

We met at a popular restaurant in our area, ate appetizers, drank, drank some more, then bar-hopped. Alcohol was an unhealthy muse both before and after my divorce. In retrospect, I wish I’d had a Trauma Fairy tell me “do not self-medicate with alcohol” as this added to some mental…discomfort…for a few years.

As I was admiring beautiful men from across the bar, my gay guy-friend and I learned that the two of us had the same taste in men thus he tried to set me up at every bar. After all, I was single. Thankfully Drunk Me still had her wits about her — and she did not see the point of relationships, marriage, or even casual sex (I mean, she was the one cleaning up her own messes and cooking her own meals and saving for her own house. And also owns a piece of Silicon Magic that stays hard and vibrates. Sorry, Mom).

My response was always the same; “You’re probably great but I’m not interested. There are plenty of very beautiful women here — good luck!”

As I continued to drink, I became less aware of my words and tone. And more angered by the notion of “woman, make me a sandwich.”

At the last bar we visited, a culmination of my divorce, gauntlet slams, failed relationships, and douche bags came to a head. Another friend tried to set me up one more time with a friend of hers who was also going through a divorce (because, obvs, divorced people should date divorced people). As much as I hate the overuse of the term, I was triggered. And I wasn’t having it.

I looked at this poor dude and said, “Look. Statistically speaking, I am not your type. I am a liberal, non-religious feminist with stretchmarks and a kid.”

Pause…

“And at the end of the day, I’m not interested unless you can make your own fucking sandwich.”

[theshenanijiang]

Not ZZS pretending to be okay and wanting to move on. Aw. Did he leave a note for Chengling? Or was it someone else? Is this a trap? Wow this kid has gotten pretty good at sneaking. I spoke too soon. Thank goodness Gu Xiang was there to save his sweet self.

How did Pretty Arhat know to write a note for Chengling using the name Xu? I guess Qin Song knew? ZZS is always in the right place at the right time for trouble. It is his super power.

Not Pretty Arhat and Evil Boddhisattva doing a good cop/bad cop routine. LOL

Chengling: "My father raised no cowards!" I love this kid so much.

ZZS: I am your ancestor! ZZS, buddy, don't give Evil Boddhisattva any ideas about calling you daddy, okay?

3-v-1 battle with revolving doors activate! He has a needle shooter! Cool!

Evil Boddhisattva telling ZZS she is going to show him what it feels like to want to die more than be alive. And I just cackled. Cause really? Doesn't he already know?

The estranged bfs are back together! WKX really just yeeted the two scorpion sect assassins across the room to get to his hurt beau. How cute! I stan me a good "I am crazy and give no shits for anyone but you and maybe our adopted son" guy.

Ah! Scorpion King! Yay! This is the greatest hits episode! His apathetic face is such a thing of beauty. I think he is invested in the WKX/ZZS now. LOL

WKX: "I heard your Uncle offered his daughter in marriage. I only have A-Xiang and I don't care, but I don't think you can handle her." Never change, king.

Ah... Chengling is growing up! Wow that is so messed up. That's where Chengling's piece of the glazed armor is? No wonder he keeps grabbing his side and had a fever!

Oh wow! High praise from ZZS! I predict a training montage in Chengling's future!

Secret entrance! Now that is what I am talking about! I love a good secret entrance!

Chengling stuck between his estranged murder dads and not knowing what is going on. Trying to reconcile them. -Pets his hair- Chengling... sometimes it isn't that simple, but just because they are fighting doesn't mean that they love you any less. (huh my divorced child is coming out I guess.)

WKX is really loyal to ZZS. *sighs*

ZZS really put together that WKX saw his mom dead by a comment about shoulder blades. WOW. Also, WKX, why are you so scared to tell ZZS who you were?

WKZ looks shook while ZZS tells the tale of who he is. He told Chengling all that and Chengling still says Master. The loyalty on this kid.

Nature is healing. The Four Seasons Manor has a sixth generation. Congrats to Chengling for being first disciple!

[forbesjames96]

Can You Save A Marriage From Divorce Wonderful Useful Ideas

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How To Save Marriage When Husband Wants A Divorce

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I WANT U (around) - j. jaehyun

-> jeong jaehyun x fashion designer(f)!reader

-> a prequel (sort of) to written in the stars - j. jaehyun

-> era: save era!

-> genre: smut, fluff, crack

-> warnings: cursing, arranged marriage, mentions of an unhappy marriage (?), alcohol consumption, mentions of food, mentions of eating, sex is spoken about (sometimes very bluntly), unprotected seggs, more sexual things that i'm too lazy to write, fwb-to-lovers

-> word count: 9.4k

-> a/n: i genuinely don't know how i came up with this idea but i did so yeah. SOMETHING THAT I FEEL I SHOULD CLARIFY LOL! this is the longest fic that is COMPLETED, i've written longer but those are like.. for wattpad and they have like... chapters- so no this is not my first time writing smut, this is just the first fic i've completed. sorry if that is confusing anyone. anyways, i do not give a SHIT if this is unrealistic- it's fake, hence the word FICTION in fanFICTION. okay i'm done now, ENJOY!!!!

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i.

“Sometimes I wonder if women in arranged marriages ever actually reach their orgasm.” You muttered, staring out the window. Your best friend eyed you suspiciously as he took a sip from the teacup in front of him.

“Have you?” Ten asked, the clink of the china sounded as he set the porcelain back down on its saucer.

“Never;” you chuckled humorlessly. “Not once in my life have I ever felt the pleasure of an orgasm.” Your eyes drifted down to the red lipstick print on your cup before flickering back up to the older boy’s. “In a marriage like mine, women are used to procreate and look pretty- nothing more.” You explained to Ten. “If you can’t, or if you don’t want to, then you’re shunned by both sides of the family.”

“So it’s like a ‘lose-lose’ situation?” He cocked a brow. “You don’t wanna get married and you don’t get to cum?” You nod. “Well, shit.” Ten frowned. “I know someone, who’s like... good at that sort of thing, I can set you up with him if you’d like?.” He suggested hesitantly. “I hear he can get you cumming in an instant.” Your best friend smirked. “I know you're newly divorced, but it’s not like you’re cheating or anything.” Ten had a point and after you thought about it, you agreed with a slow bop of your head.

“Well, if he’s okay with it.” You shrugged.

“Obviously he’s okay with it;” the boy hissed. “I wouldn’t be offering if he weren’t.”

“If he’s alright with it, then sure; why not?” You lifted the chocolate croissant to your mouth and took a small bite out of it.

“Great, then I’ll give him a call later and send you his number.” Ten said with a smile.

You kept your focus on what was going on outside the window, watching the bustling street as rain came down in the large city of Seoul for the fifth time this week.

Your eyes caught sight of a tall man, wearing an expensive looking white knit sweater, a pair of black jeans, along with a shiny silver watch and a set of brown leather shoes.

“Cute.” you whispered to yourself, following him as he crossed the street with a light jog. Sadly, the cute guy disappeared from your line of sight once he made it on the sidewalk.

-

Jaehyun paused in front of the black doors of the café, ridding his hair of whatever droplets of rain there were by shaking his head - kind of like the way a puppy does when it gets wet. He let out a small breath of nervousness as he gripped the handle before entering. The man looked around, searching around for someone. He spotted you, at least he thought it was you from Ten’s description.

‘Pretty; intimidating; the same age as you; looks like a really successful lawyer- except she’s not a lawyer.’ Jaehyun re-played the conversation he had with his hyung a few days ago. He remembers scoffing when Ten said ‘the same age as you’ - as if Jaehyun could tell a person’s age accurately by just looking at them.

The young man walked up the back left corner of the coffee shop, stopping in front of a table where a young, pretty, and intimidating woman sat alone.

“Sorry to bug you,” a voice sounded in your head, pulling you out of your thoughts. “But do you happen to be y/n?” You stared at the handsome man blankly, words not able to form for some odd reason. “I’m Ten’s friend, Jaehyun.” he stuck out his hand, which you wordlessly took and shook it.

“O-oh, right. Hi, yes, this is she- I mean, I’m y/n.” you blubbered, mentally slapping yourself for how stupid you sounded. “T-thank you for meeting me; please, sit.” and he did with a smile.

The two of you sat in silence, both waiting for one of you to make the first move and speak.

“So…” you said in unison- ultimately cutting yourselves off and again, waiting for one of you to speak. An awkward silence fell around your table, but lifted slightly when he began to laugh, joining in yourself not too long afterwards.

“So, I think I should introduce myself first since… well, you know-” he chuckled. “My name is Jeong Jaehyun, I’m twenty-four and I work for ‘K and M corp’ as a translator and editor for overseas business deals.”

“Explains the watch.” you smirked, to which he laughed again, a grand smile playing on his lips- the small action blessing you with the sight of his sweet dimples.

“Well, I’m y/n and I am the editor-in-chief of Vogue Korea.”

“Explains the style.” He mocked you for your words, making you scoff.

“So, I feel like this should just be put out there to save us a later conversation. I’m not a sex worker, nor do I have any diseases- so I think I’m in the clear.”

“Me neither… I mean I’m not a sex worker, nor do I have any sti’s. Sorry, this is kind of awkward, I’ve just never done anything like this.”

“That’s perfectly normal;” the smile he wore was warmer than the way the boiling hot tea made the mug that you had your hands around. “I can explain a bit, if you’d like?” Once he got the okay from you, Jaehyun continued talking. “This could be a one time thing or a regular ‘once-a-week-hookup’ type thing- it’s up to you. I’m down for basically anything, but if you want to make it vanilla, we can do that too.” His words made you feel tingly, but you decided to ignore it. “We can start today or any other day; we can take it slow- like just kind of getting used to each other, it’s your choice after all.”

Your friend of a friend continued to explain what you were getting yourself into, but before he finished he said “If you decide you don’t want to go through with it at all, just give me a text or you can think about it now- doesn’t matter.”

“I think…” you paused, giving yourself time to properly form your words. Jaehyun waited for your answer with anticipation, his dark eyes dancing along your face. “I think we should take it slow.” you finally said.

“Cool, when should we start?”

“Does today work?” he nodded in response. “I have a meeting at four until eight thirty, but after that I’m free for the rest of the night.”

“For sure, want me to pick you up?”

“You don’t have to, I’ll send you my address.”

“Great-”

Suddenly a phone buzzed, catching both your attention and his. Jaehyun picked it up, reading the message he was sent. Letting out a sigh, he looked back up at you with an apologetic smile.

“Go if you have to; I have an appointment with my tailor anyways soon anyways.” you responded. “Thank you, again.”

“I’ll see you later.” he stood up, picking up his fancy black coat before leaving you by yourself.

-

It was eight-thirty-four and you were preparing to leave, when you received a phone call from the front desk all the way down in the lobby. “Hello?” you answered with a tired sigh.

“Good evening, madame.” the secretary greeted. “There is a man here, says he’s come to pick you up and he goes by the name…” the woman on the other end of the line gasped. “Jeong Jaehyun?”

You found yourself smiling when you heard the secretary say his name. “Tell him I’ll be right down.” you spoke softly before setting the corded phone down in its place.

Your actions seemed to be quicker, now that you knew that there was someone waiting for you. You hurriedly packed up your purse and slipped on your jacket, your speedy walk almost turning into a light jog as you made your way towards the elevator.

Jaehyun had leaned against the cold marble desk as he began to scroll through his phone. When there was a familiar ping! of the elevator doors opening, his ears perked up and he stood tall. His eyes landed on your figure as you made your way towards him.

“Hi there,” he looked down at you, his dark orbs glowing with an emotion you’d never seen before.

“I told you I’d send you my address.” you mumbled, taking on a shy demeanor. You glanced up at him when he chuckled; he was still staring down at you, and as normal as he might have looked- he fought so hard not to reach up and cup your cheek right then and there.

As your two bodies stood only centimetres apart from each other, the secretary watched you. She felt like she was staring at newlyweds or a couple that had just gotten together- or engaged. As odd as it seemed for her to see you with a partner, it was refreshing to see such an untouchable woman like you with such a shy smile. And the man didn’t seem any different; the lighting may have been dimmed, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t catch the way his face lit up when he saw the madam.

‘What’s gotten into me?’ each of you thought as you started your walk into what was about to become a thunderstorm. It was strange of you to be acting so shy- especially when the public knew you to be a piece of work. It felt odd for Jaehyun too, but he sensed that you’d click the moment Ten told him about you.

‘She can be a hard ass, so be careful.’ the older boy tried his best to paint Jaehyun a picture of your colourful persona that the boy was currently dying to get to know.

“I figured you wouldn’t have been able to eat in a meeting, so I wanted to take the opportunity to get to know you over dinner.” he says sweetly as he pressed his back against the large glass door, opening it for you. “Also, my place is right around the corner.” Jaehyun held an umbrella above your heads, shielding you from the pelting rain. “Like Italian? I know a pretty good place we could get takeout from.” you eyed each other, Jaehyun sporting a bashful smile and you pursed your lips.

“Sure.” you agreed. The bashful smile grew into a wide grin, cheeks dimpled and pink with a blush.

ii.

Like the charming man had said, his house really was around the corner... but it was also on the twenty-fifth floor- in other words, penthouse level.

When the elevator doors opened, you were met with one of the most beautifully designed rooms you’d ever seen. You gawked at the massive wall of windows to your left, the floating staircase to your right, the entertainment unit with a massive television straight in front of you- essentially everything that was surrounding you. Jaehyun let out a chuckle, watching as you slowly took off your heels and walked to the leather couch.

“Impressed much?”

“Impressed? Not even Jonathan Akeroyd has this nice of a house, and he owns a multi-billion dollar company!”

“Oh, so you’ve been to Mr. Akeroyd’s house, now have you? I wonder if we’ve met at a party.” he looked at you as poured a glass of wine.

“Never mind that- Jeong Jaehyun, who are you?”

“A man of many secrets.” He smirked as he handed you the crystal glass of red liquid. You frowned at the vague response, taking a sip from the liquor. Your expression lit up immediately and you hummed in delight. “Smooth, right?”

“What is it?” You asked, taking another sip.

“Amarone.” The way the word rolled off his tongue was swoon-worthy and he was only saying the wine type.

“It’s lovely,”

For some reason, your words came out hushed — earning a deep chuckle from Jaehyun. “Why don’t we take a seat, hm?”

Just like the wine, his voice was smooth and intoxicating.

The self proclaimed man of many secrets led you by the hand around the couch and sat you down, taking a seat half a cushion away from you.

“You got a menu?” You asked, getting comfortable against the leather.

“And if I said I was the only dish?” He cocked a brow.

“W-what?” You sputtered.

The gaping expression you wore almost had Jaehyun bursting at the seams. You were too cute, too pure in a sense— like you’d never been flirted with. “I’m kidding, you can search it up on your phone; the restaurant’s called De Grazzi.”

You tugged your cell phone out of your purse and typed the name of the eatery. After a few minutes of searching, the two of you decided to go with something simple.

“Hey Nino, yeah so can I get a penne à la vodka and a…”

“Fettuccine alfredo.” You whispered, leaning closer to the man. Jaehyun glanced down when he felt something warm on the back of his hand, only to catch a glimpse of your palm on top of his hand.

“And a fettuccine alfredo. Yep, that’s it. Thank you.” He said before hanging up. “He’ll be here soon.”

“Great.” you said with a smile.

“Tell me about yourself, y/n. Why did you come to me?” he asked. “I know you’re twenty four, you’re the youngest editor-in-chief of the biggest fashion magazine in the world, an overall badass- but why did Ten suggest you do this?”

“Well, thank you… but um, I was arranged to be married- and I was for eight years?” Jaehyun looked at you with wide eyes. “I was sixteen; but anyways, tried getting pregnant a few times within that eight year period, he asked me why I wasn’t working-”

“Sorry to cut you off, but- why you weren’t ‘working’?” Jaehyun interrupted, a look of horror etched on his face when you nodded.

“Caring, I know.” you scoffed, remembering the degrading conversation you and your ex-husband had. “I was actually just on birth control and was lucky enough that it worked each time we ‘fucked’.” The man’s eyebrows furrowed, confused by the air quotes you used on ‘fucked’. “Oh, I-I’ve never cum before.” your eyes darted around the room- refusing to stay on Jaehyun long enough to watch how his eyes went wide.

“You’ve never wh-”

“Hey Jae!” a cheery voice entered the room from behind you. His head snapped in the direction of the new voice, but his body relaxed when he saw the familiar delivery boy. “Twenty-six, forty-seven.” Jaehyun quickly placed the wine glass on the coffee table in front of the couch and walked to where his jacket hung on the railing of the staircase. He pulled out a thick stack of cash, counting the amount needed before shoving the rest back in his pocket. “Thank you sir.” the young boy beamed after Jaehyun’s deep voice told him to keep the change.

The man in the white knit sweater walked back to you, now holding a plastic grey bag. When he sat back down, he handed you a tin to-go container and a fork.

“Thanks; as I was saying, I’ve never had that happen to me and to be quite frank- I genuinely know close to nothing about sex, so here I am.”

“Here you are.” he repeated your words in a sigh. “That’s horrible,” he murmured as he forked some penne into his mouth. You nodded in agreement as you began to eat too.

Minutes later, dinner had finished and you were back to chatting and drinking wine.

“So you’re not gonna tell me what you do.”

“I can show you what I can do.” he smirked, causing butterflies to break loose in your stomach. Jaehyun moved forward, so that your faces barely had any space between them. “Would you like that?” his tone softened, but was still as deep as usual.

“Yes please.” your breath caught in your throat at how close the two of you were.

Jaehyun hummed, bearing his white teeth in a smile as he leaned in and pressed a kiss on your lips. Your eyes fluttered shut as soon as your skin made contact— but sadly you didn’t stay that way for long, since he pulled back. He wore the same smile as a few minutes ago, and it only grew wider when you began to pout.

“Wanna do that again?” He asked, to which you nodded. “Me too,” Jaehyun admitted before fulfilling the request.

This time, the kiss was longer- and this time, you actually kissed back, making the touch more passionate. He pulled you closer, dragging you to the point in which you were straddling him. Your hands found themselves securing in Jaehyun’s hair and tilting his head up more, making it easier for you both. His lips were so soft against you, as they moved from your mouth and down, in order to place tender pecks down your neck.

“Don’t go too far with the hickeys- oh fuck.” You moaned at the end of your sentence.

“Why don’t we go upstairs, hm?” Just like how he wanted to earlier, he cupped your cheek and brushed the pad of his thumb against the warm skin. All it took was the slightest nod and he had you standing in an instant, carefully guiding you to and up the stairs. The moment you were off the steps, his lips were back on you and his tongue overpowered your own.

With chests heaving, Jaehyun took you by the hips and blindly brought you into his room- a hand momentarily leaving your side to smack against the wall as he tried to switch the lights on. Jaehyun sat you down on the edge of the bed and took his sweater off- revealing a muscular chest.

You took a moment for yourself and your jaw almost dropped when your eyes flickered down to the bulge in his jeans and then back up to the man in front of you.

“Don’t worry,” he chuckled, cupping your jaw again. He bent down and gave you a kiss that felt like it should be received by a lover. “Nothing bad is going to happen to you- and if you don’t like it you can just tell me and I’ll stop.” you pulled his pants down before moving backwards on the silk covered bed.

Jaehyun slowly crawled in between your legs, hands snaking to the side-zipper of your skirt to unzip it. He pulled it down before tugging off the thick fabric, casting it away to the side of his bedroom.

“You still okay?” he asked, carefully leaning you back against the lush pillows.

“Do something, please.” you begged, gripping his shoulders. Your legs wrapped around his hips, bringing him closer to your core. Jaehyun moaned at your plea while hooking his fingers around the waistband of his boxers, revealing his member.

With his length and girth, you weren’t sure that would fit inside you at all, but with one quick glance at Jaehyun, your worries had been swept aside. He wrapped an arm around your waist and flipped your positions, so that you were straddling him again. He lifted your shirt over your head, revealing the matching bra to your underwear- the sight making Jaehyun smile. Your breath was shaky as you unclasped your bra and tossed it, revealing your breasts.

“Let me make you feel good,” Jaehyun searched your eyes with his, looking for a signal.

Hesitantly, you took his large hand and brought it down to your clothed heat. With his smug smirk, he pulled the piece of fabric to the side before sliding a pair of fingers up your slit. Jaehyun placed a kiss in the valley of your breasts as he sunk two fingers into your hole.

He gave you a few seconds before starting to slowly thrust them in and out of you, thoroughly enjoying how vocal you were. Jaehyun encouraged you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as your body unraveled in pleasure. You felt something start to form in your stomach and as you were about to tell him, Jaehyun pulled his fingers out.

You whined a slur of words but it ended when the man craned your neck down and gave you a peck, nibbling on your bottom lip. “Enough,” he grumbled, kissing you once more. Huffing with his mouth on yours, Jaehyun lifted you up right above the tip of his shaft. The air in your lungs was practically gone as he entered you. “You’re okay,” Jaehyun whispered. “I’m right here, you’re okay.” his hand caressed your cheek.

Tears spilled from your eyes that you had squeezed shut, not knowing if it was from pain or pleasure. After you had adjusted a few minutes later, Jaehyun slowly began to grind his length into you- taking one of your nipples into his mouth as well. The amount of pleasure increased when your hand went to your clit out of instinct.

“Just like that; you’re doing great.” Jaehyun’s mouth was on your skin as he spoke, sending vibrations all throughout your body. “Fuck, you’re so tight though.” both his hands were holding on tightly to your hips now, moving them at a fast pace.

“H-holy shit.” your pants were quick as you bounced on his cock. “J-Jae, you feel so good.” The nickname almost sent the man over the edge, your sweet voice stirring him up in all the right ways. You could feel the tip of his cock poke at your cervix with angle in which he was fucking you.

Your breaths became quicker and your grip on his shoulders became tighter as you came closer to the end of the thread. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you brought him closer to you. “Say my name,” he growled against your lips. With your head falling back, your pussy clenched around him and did as you were told- moaning his name like it was the only word in your vocabulary.

The final few slams down on his dick had your body shaking and more tears rolling down your cheeks. Jaehyun held you tight as you both came, letting out a strand of curse words in pants. You slumped against his shoulder, your forehead in the crook of his neck. “I’m so tired,” you replied to his question of if you were okay. He chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist and cradling the back of your head as he flopped back on to his pillows.

“Was it up to your expectations?” he asked again, tracing small patterns into your bare back.

“About.” he let out a breathless laugh at your response.

“We can even do it again, if you’d like. Another time, not right now- sleep now.”

“That would be nice.” you mumbled to the invitation. “Thank you.” you kissed the damp skin on his neck.

“Glad I was your first.” he smiled up at the ceiling, knowing you had already fallen asleep.

iii.

The morning you woke up in a man’s arms in a dark room was the morning you almost called the police on some strange man for kidnapping you. You shot up, eyes darting around your surroundings for any immediate danger- other than the sleeping man beside you, that is.

“Y/n…” a groggy, yet strangely soothing, voice mumbled behind you.

“It’s Sunday, you don’t have to go into the office.” He stated.

“How did you-”

“I checked with Ten earlier this morning. You’re fine so go back to sleep.” You scowled at the brown haired man, but drank in the delicious sight. Glowing peach skin that was as clear as the waters of The Cayman Islands. His dark brown hair looked so fluffy, you had to hold your own wrist since the urge to run your fingers through it was becoming too much. It was a sight you enjoyed very much, and something you wished you could wake up to every day— but it wasn’t yours to see and he wasn’t yours to keep.

“Fine.” You huffed and laid back down on his forearm.

He smiled at you sleepily and chuckled lightly, “I’ll make breakfast in an hour and you can shower if you want then too.”

“Did you-” you looked down at the large shirt that definitely didn’t belong to you.

“Yes, I cleaned you up but it was with the light of a lamp so take a shower anyways.”

“Okay,” you whispered, eyes never straying from the ceiling.

“Okay.” He replied.

A few minutes passed and you still were staring up at the light fixture.

“You aren’t sleeping.” you were about to speak when Jaehyun began again. “Your breathing would’ve steadied out. Right now you’re breathing too fast. What’s wrong?”

“I have to pee…” your voice stayed hushed.

Silence settled around before Jaehyun broke out into a fit of laughter.

“Don’t laugh,” you glowered.

“I’m sorry…” he pursed his lips to contain the giggles that would’ve ripped out of him if he didn’t. “Were you just gonna hold it in?”

“I don’t know where the bathroom is!” you argued, sitting up right.

“You could have just asked,” Jaehyun copied your actions, beside you once again. You turned your head, suddenly nose to nose with the smirking man. “Well?” He raised a brow.

‘If I lean in even just a smidge closer, our lips would meet.’ you thought to yourself.

“Can you tell me where the bathroom is, Jae?” Jaehyun narrowed his eyes at the nickname, knowing you had learned last night how much of an effect it had on him. In the end, you began to lean in more, as did he- but before your lips met, Jaehyun spoke.

“Nope.” he dodged your kiss, but gave you a peck on the tip of your nose before rolling out of his bed. You blinked at the figure that was walking away from you, spluttering in disbelief.

“You said you’d tell me if I asked!” you whined, gathering the silk sheet in both of your fists.

“I never said that I’d actually tell you, I said ‘you could have just asked.’” Jaehyun put his hands on his hips, letting it pop out a bit. “Not the same thing, beautiful” the nickname made your body heat up but if you weren’t in the state of urgently needing to pee, then maybe you would have reacted to it.

“Jeong Jaehyun~” you cried out in annoyance.

“I’m kidding, it’s over on the right.” he snorted, pointing to a slightly open door.

“You’re mean.” you scoot off the bed, stomping towards Jaehyun. The man simply hummed at your statement, slipping on a pair of sweatpants as you shut the door.

-

When you walked out of his room, you found Jaehyun downstairs standing by the window, watering a plant. You sniggered at the sight, watching as he cracked open a water bottle and poured a third of it on the soil.

“There’s breakfast in the kitchen.” he spoke without even glancing up at you.

“How did you know I was standing here?” you gasped as you walked down the steps.

“You’re kinda noisy when you walk; so when the noise stopped at the top of the stairs, I kinda just figured you stopped too.”

“That’s the first time I’ve ever heard someone tell me such a thing.” he turned and faced you, eyes trailing down your body, a small smirk forming on his lips.

“Well now you have. Come on, let’s go eat.” Jaehyun left first, with you trailing behind him.

When you entered the kitchen, a sweet smell hit your nose. You looked at the man in front of you, who was putting the bottle he used for his plant back in the fridge.

“Did you make this?” you pointed to the scrambled eggs and plate of pancakes sitting on the table. Jaehyun nodded, pride swirling around in his eyes- making you smile. You walked up to him and stood on your tippy-toes, taking Jaehyun by surprise when you pinched his cheek. The smile he gave you was powerful enough for your heart to flutter and your stomach to start doing rhythmic gymnastics. “You’re so sweet, thank you.” The boy hummed softly, still smiling when you pulled away and sat in one of the many black wooden chairs that were neatly set around the table.

Once you both sat down, you took a pancake with your fork and placed it in the space he created for it on the plate, while Jaehyun dug into his eggs.

“What if your syrup gets on your…” he pointed at the eggs. When you shrugged, Jaehyun made a face of disgust. “Ew.”

You glared up at him, “You just fucked the life out of me, let me be hungry.”

“I didn’t ‘fuck the life out of you’.” He rolled his eyes.

“You did.” You pressed.

“I did not, you’ve just never had good sex.” The man shrugged. “I’ll fuck the life out of you, don’t worry- just tell me when.” He spoke so vulgarly with such ease that you choked. “I’m not joking. I’ll make you feel so good that you squir-”

“I’m eating!” You shrieked, making him laugh- head falling back on his shoulders.

iv.

It had been a few weeks since your ‘friends with benefits’ relationship with Jaehyun began, and everything sort of just felt right. You were close enough to not have anymore awkward conversations- and you even started staying the night, whether it was after a booty-call or if either one of you simply wanted company. On one of your days off, you sat at home unpacking the boxes in your office when you came across an old photo. You saw your eighteen year old self smiling next to a beautiful woman in a gorgeous white dress.

“I hope Miss Jeong is doing well.” you sighed, staring down fondly at the framed photo. The smile dropped from your face and you ran around the side of your desk, trying not to trip as you got to your monitor. You quickly typed in the name of the fashion designer, your old boss. A hand flew over your mouth and you gasped overdramatically the moment you saw a familiar attractive face under the ‘people also search for’ section. Picking up your phone, you clicked the second most recent contact in your phone and called their number. It barely even rang half a ring before they answered.

“Jeong Jaehyun you little-”

“I’m right outside; open the door cause it's cold and then yell at me.” Once his mellow voice filled your ears, you obeyed, running down the stairs. “You okay? Sounds like you’re being chased by a murderer.” You could practically hear the smirk forming on his lips.

“Shut up, asshole.” you glared up at him now that the front door was open. He gave you a dose of that addictive smile of his, which he learned recently, was your kryptonite. You frowned harder when he stepped forwards and smiled wider when he leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips. “Why didn’t you tell me we’ve already met. And why are you decked out in Prada.” you asked between kisses. The man chuckled as he used one hand to cup your jaw and the other to shut and lock the front door.

“Well wouldn’t it be odd knowing that your old boss’ son gave you your first orgasm the day they met for the first time after six years?”

“Well when you put it like that-” he cut you off by pulling your waist closer to his and kissing down your neck. “You didn’t answer my question- why are you wearing all Prada?”

“I’m the son of Madam Jeong.” was all he answered before pinning you to the wall. Jaehyun held one of your thighs against his hip and told you to jump, wrapping your other leg around his backside as well. “Jaehyun, I don’t think we should do it right now. I’m still thinking about your mom.”

With a short huff, the man took you off the wall- but didn’t put you down, ignoring your protests. He moved into your kitchen, placing you on a bar stool and moved away, leaning against your quartz countertop, staring straight at you with his head propped up on the palm of his hand.

“I remember the exact day I met you,” the man’s eyes were dark and filled with an unknown emotion.

“Then why don’t you tell me how it went for you?” you teased, finally smiling back at him.

“It was Saturday October third, two-thousand and fifteen, and that night was the twenty-fifth anniversary of my mother’s fashion company. My mother kept telling me about this ravishing young woman, whom she had just hired as a paid intern because she was just so talented.” You let out a scoff, but Jaehyun kept to his words. “It’s true! You can ask her yourself.”

“Whatever, just continue.” and he did.

“So she raved about this young woman and how she was out of this world- but she kept saying ‘oh she’s married, so she’s off limits’. And I thought to myself ‘Really? Married? At my age? That can’t be.’” you snort at how high his voice went when he told his thoughts. “But much to my dismay, that night I saw a woman that looked just how my mother described her intern- even the husband was there right next to her.”

“Was the woman ravishing?” you wiggled your brows, making him laugh.

“Indeed she was.”

‘And she still is.’ Jaehyun thought to himself.

Later that night, he went home with a smile that only a fool in love wore- thinking of what he had told his friend Winwin that night at the party.

“But isn’t she already married?” he asked him.

“That doesn’t matter,” Jaehyun chuckled. “We’re written in the stars- I can feel it.” the young man smiled back at the young lady who had waved to him only seconds before.

“Whatever you say man.” Winwin shrugged, drinking from his champagne glass.

v.

“So you don’t remember waking up in the middle of the night and asking me to help you clean yourself up?” he laughed as he played with your fingers that were on his stomach.

“I honestly don’t.”

“Strange.” he scrunched his nose cutely.

Now that the sun was finally rising, the shining light gave you the ability to properly inspect his room, even though you’ve seen it many times already. The contents were either two colours, navy blue or gold; for example, his walls were navy blue, but every frame of each painting or photo he had in his room were gold. Same thing with his bed- the silk sheets were a sparkling blue, but the post bed and nightstands were gold. Everything was so coordinated and proper.

Suddenly, a flash of something sparkly came from his closet, curiosity forcing you to sit up.

“Is that-” you scoot off the bed excitedly, and run to the piece, pulling it off the rack. “Is this Kim Seoryong? I’ve been looking for this for so long! How did you get it? Where did you get it- I can’t believe you.” you babbled, looking between the fluffy haired man and the shining suit that was worth well over four-hundred dollars.

“It is indeed Kim Seoryong, and he sent it to me himself.” he huffed, following you out of bed and into the storage space.

“W-well are you gonna wear it again?” Jaehyun wrapped his arms around your waist loosely, letting his hands hang where they pleased.

“A proper man never wears the same suit twice.” He whispered into the shell of your ear, pressing a kiss to it right after. You set the suit down on the clear shelf which displayed a drawer full of neatly organized jewelry.

“Jae, please.” you whimpered, turning to him with puppy dog eyes.

“We’ll see.” He spoke in a harsher tone but gave you a kiss on the lips now that you were facing him. The soft palms of his hands slid down to your ass as he deepened the kiss. “Jump.” he ordered. The man placed you on top of one of the glass shelves and tugged your panties down, before spreading your legs.

He moaned when he licked a stripe up your pussy, savouring the flavour. Taking his thumbs, Jaehyun spread the lips apart and pulled his head back, spitting for lubrication. You gasped at the feeling of your clit being attacked by his tongue. He closed his lips around the sensitive bud and sucked, causing all the air in your lungs to dissipate.

Your legs closed around Jaehyun’s head as he brought two fingers to your hole and stuck them inside you. The noise of your arousal and the whines you were letting out made Jaehyun go insane, making his actions more aggressive. “Fuck, baby, you taste so good.” a loud groan left your mouth at the feel of the vibration Jaehyun made as he spoke against your cunt.

“God, I could eat you out all day.” He growled, going back to devouring you.

As his tongue worked his magic on your folds, his fingers moved at a fast-paced rhythm- doing all sorts of things to get you to reach your orgasm. Your head nodded back in pleasure and your fingers raked through his soft brown hair, pulling on the strands whenever he did something exceptionally sweet. For a moment, your eyes closed, but they opened the moment you felt a tight squeeze on your ass. Gasping, you looked down at Jaehyun, who was staring right back at you with dark, lustful orbs. “Keep your eyes on me, baby.” He said, curling his fingers right against your sweet spot. Your legs squeezed around his head as you came, the eye contact and deepness of his voice sending you off the rails.

“That was uncalled for.” You panted as he put your panties back on and gently brought you back in front of him- his hands holding your hips.

“Then don’t beg.” Jaehyun leaned down, kissing you one last time before walking out of the closet, leaving you alone in a room full of fancy clothing.

-

Hours later, the word ‘baby’ was all that went through your mind.

The way he said it so carelessly as he pleasured you; the way he kisses you whenever he feels like it; the light touches to the small of your back to guide you in the right direction; the way he can randomly appear at your doorstep on weekends, and you just continue your day with him beside you; how happy you felt when he called your name; when he sends you little smiley faces and hearts when you text; how he boops your nose when you look at him in a way he finds cute or funny.

They all make your heart flutter in the best of ways, and they make you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Sort of like you were a real couple.

Your eyes widened at the thought, overthinking the simple statement that echoed through the walls of your skull.

“Madame, madame… Jesus.” Ten cursed under his breath after repeatedly calling for you. He snapped his fingers in front of your face, bringing you back to reality. He stared at you as he pushed his thick framed glasses up on his nose with a heavy sigh. “As I was saying,” he rolled his eyes and turned back to face the fifteen other people in the conference room. “I don’t think the third photo should be featured in this year’s fall collection- I understand the clothing matches but the concept doesn’t match the rest of them.”

“What do you suggest we do, Madame?” your employees turned to you, desperate for an answer.

Your eyes drifted around the room, landing on a certain someone leaning against the open doorway with a smirk on his face. With a quickening heartbeat, you looked away and answered the question- suddenly feeling small under that intense gaze of his.

“Ask the model if they have room in their schedule to do another shoot- tell them I’ll pay for everything and pay them extra. Give them my sincerest apologies. Get the design team to come up with a concept that’s similar but not too similar as the other ones.”

“How much should we take out of your paycheck?” a woman with her hair tightly pinned back, asked as she scribbled something down on her clipboard.

“Take sixty percent out, give thirty to Mr. Lee and another thirty to the model.” Jaehyun feigned a surprised expression. “Is there anything else?” the workers shook their heads and stood when you did. “Great, then the meeting is dismissed; go enjoy your lunch.”

You practically ran towards the door, grabbing Jaehyun by the wrist and speed walking to your office. His soft chuckle filled your ears as he trailed behind you. Your mind raced with a jumble of thoughts, the largest one being why the sex partner that you had a crush on showed up at your work when you explicitly told him not to do so.

Once you reached your office, you threw Jaehyun inside, sending him stumbling into the lavish room. You slammed the glass door shut and locked it, bringing down all the curtains of your windows.

“Turning the blinds down? Scandalous; what do you plan on doing to me today, Madame?” he teased as he pulled you into his waist.

“Why did you come here?” you asked.

“Do you not want me here?” He raised a brow. With a sigh you looked up at him as he swayed your bodies in a circle.

“No, no- I just don’t want people finding out.”

“Ten knows.” his brows furrowed.

“That’s not what I meant,” you frowned when Jaehyun stopped moving and pulled away from you.

“Then what do you mean, y/n?”

“I just don’t want people finding out that their boss had her first orgasm at twenty-six, after she got divorced from her husband of eight years.” you explained.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” he mumbled and leaned against your desk as he watched you pace back and forth across the room.

“I-I’m not ashamed; it’s just a little embarrassing, I mean- they see me as such a strong figure that I just don’t want them to know.”

“First, you just contradicted yourself completely; second, why don’t you just tell them we’re a couple? Surely if you tell them that, they’ll back off.”

“But that’s the thing!” you cried. “We’re not a couple! I don’t want to lie to them, because what if they find out and then never believe me when I tell them when I’m actually dating someone? What then?”

“So then let’s date.”

“Yeah, maybe we should do that- wait what?” your strides stopped and you turned to stare at a smiling Jaehyun.

“Y/n,” he slowly got off the edge of the glass table, and made his way towards you. “Would you do me the great honour of letting me take you out on a date?” He took you by the hand and pulled you in close the way he did only moments before.

“We’ve been on some already, why are you asking me this now.” You asked as you lip jut out just a tad.

“Well that was before I had confirmed that we shared the same feelings.” Jaehyun stated. “Plus, I wouldn’t really count those as ‘dates’— so let me take you out on a real one; as someone who wants to be your boyfriend, not just your personal call boy.” You scoffed at his self-degrading choice of words. “Is that a yes or a no?” He tilted your chin up with a finger.

“I’ll sleep on it.” You let out a breath of air and cast your eyes to the side, as if you really did need to think much about his offer.

He leaned in close to the right side of your face, his lips grazing your ear when he softly spoke. “If you say yes, I’ll make love to you the way I should’ve the first night I saw you.”

And just like that, you were a goner— knees weak, crumpling like a piece of paper in his arms. He chuckled deeply and kissed your temple when you scolded him.

“Don’t say things like that when we’re in public.”

“We’re in a room that you locked and that you shut all the blinds to. So think baby,” with his chest flush against yours, he looked you straight in the eye. “Are we really in public?” his voice was lowered to a deep growl.

Before you could answer, there was a knock at the door and the jingle of a set of keys.

“Chair, now.” you whispered harshly.

In a flash, Jaehyun flicked the lights on and took one long stride to a seat in front of your desk, sitting on the lush cushion just as the door opened.

“So, Mr. Jeong- what brings you here?” you asked, placing the pads of your fingertips together- forming a triangle. Your eyes darted to the woman who had opened the door, Ten standing behind her with a smile of annoyance. They moved back to the man in the navy blue suit in front of you.

Trying to keep his smile down, his tongue poked at his cheek before he replied. “I’ve come in place for my mother, she wanted to discuss something with you about the recent photoshoot you had promoting her new line.” the man crossed his legs, clasping his hands together.

“And what is it that she would like to discuss, Mr. Jeong?”

“She didn’t tell me exactly, but she did say that she wanted to talk about it over dinner; so shall I give you the details?”

“Oh yes of course! Please, use these.” you slid over a pen and notepad.

Jaehyun quickly scribbled something down before sending it back your way. You felt his eyes watching you as you read his neat writing.

If you call me Mr. Jeong one more time, I’m going to have to fuck you right here.

“Well, Jaehyun I’ll contact your mother- please leave.” your hand pointed to the door where your co-workers were still watching as your teasing disintegrated into a flustered one. With a loud laugh, Jaehyun stood up from his chair wearing a very wide grin. “I’ll see you later, y/n.” he said in a sing-song voice.

vi.

“I told you I’d fuck you if you called me Mr. Jeong one more time.” he said against your lips.

“That was almost a year ago, you think I’d remember that?” you chuckled as he pushed you down onto the bed, yelping as your back hit the mattress. As you moved backwards, the familiar scene of Jaehyun almost pouncing on you the very first time you had sex flashed through your mind. Now, on your ten month anniversary, here he was doing almost the exact same thing.

“You remembered me telling you that I’d fuck the life out of you a year and a half ago don’t you? Isn’t that how we’re here?” a soft hand caressed the curve of your back, tingles spreading like a wildfire wherever he touched you.

“Maybe,” you hummed excitedly, nipping at his lips.

“Oh baby, I’m not gonna fuck you sensless today,” he chuckled darkly. “Can you try and remember what I told you ten months ago after I asked you out on a date?” You shook your head lightly as Jaehyun hovered his mouth right above your ear. “I’m going to make love to you the way I should have the night I first saw you.” he purred.

Jaehyun cupped one cheek as he sloppily left small love bites down your neck, all while grinding his clothed erection on your own clothed heat. “Jae can you please just fuck me?”

“I just said I was gonna-”

“Make love to me, I know. But I’m impatient and horny so if you would just please, put your dick inside me, that would be very much appreciated.” Jaehyun huffed loudly and pulled away from you.

“I’m not horny anymore.” he frowned, sitting at the side of the bed. “I know you wanna fuck me.” you said, still on his side. Jaehyun’s eyes slowly drifted to watch your hands fiddle with the string of your silk pajama top in a teasing manner.

“You’re right.” he jumped back at you with a goofy smile.

“I know.” you buzz happily, kissing him on the lips once more.

-

“You make my head hurt.” Ten huffed as both him and Winwin stared at the grinning couple.

“You owe me forty bucks.” the youngest said, holding out his hand- waiting for the fashion designer to give him his money. “Sucker.” Winwin sniggered as Ten counted out his cash.

“So, how long have you two been dating?” Jaehyun’s best friend asked after placing the money in his wallet.

“Ten months and three weeks.” the man next to you squeezed your hand.

The eldest in front of you gasped overdramatically. “How’d you keep it a secret for that long? And how did I not find out?!” Ten yelled, earning concerned stares from the other people in the restaurant.

“I thought you had already figured it out, we just wanted to tell you together.” you gaped.

“Okay, first of all, calm down. And second, maybe you’re just bad.” you stated.

“What do you mean, bad?” the eldest looked at you quizzically, to which you shrugged.

“I don’t know, just… bad.” you responded and Ten scoffed.

“Okay, but did you fuck yet?” Winwin placed a hand out in the middle of the table, pausing everyone else’s conversations.

“Dude,” Jaehyun said, resting his arm over your shoulder. “We’ve been fucking.”

“I thought you said you were going to marry her first-”

“You have to date and fuck before marriage.” Ten said. You laughed lightly at your best friend’s comment, making him realize what he said before laughing too. “I take that back.”

Hours later, you sat quietly in the car as your mind raced with a plethora of intrusive thoughts.

“You never said anything about marriage.” you said with your hand fiddling with his as he drove with one hand on the steering wheel.

“It’s too soon.”

“But you’re the one who told Sicheng you were going to marry me the night of the party.”

“I know I did… and I will.” he eyed you, catching the small smile on your face although it sounded like you were pouting.

“How do you know?” your fingers tickled his skin as they brushed it lightly.

“Are you doubting me?” he joked. Your eyes went wide and you began stuttering, trying to find the right words.

“N-no, I-I was just asking!” you panicked as you explained, squeezing his hand.

“Because it was written in the stars that we were meant to meet again and fall in love.” he said with a soft grin. “W-what’s wrong, why are you crying?” he pulled over to the side of the road, turning to you and cupped your face in his big hands.

“You’re so romantic.” you howled, leaning more into his touch as he laughed whole-heartedly. “I’m sorry, I’ve been so emotional lately- I don’t know why.” you sniffed.

“Maybe you’re just pms-ing.” he smiled, kissing your nose.

“No, I’m late this month.” the smile dropped off your boyfriend’s face and he pulled your head farther back to look into your red eyes.

“What did you just say?” He raised a brow.

“Babe, it’s not that big a deal, I'm just a few days late.” he gave you a look, telepathically telling you to repeat what you said for a second time. “Holy fucking shit,” your eyes widened. “Holy fucking shit, Jaehyun I’m three weeks late!”

“You just said a few days!” he ripped his hands off your cheeks.

“Well I’m sorry if it took me a second to think about when my uterus started to shed last, Jaehyun.” you spat.

“Why did you word it like that?” he made a face of disgust.

“Who gives a shit, drive! We have to go get tests!” you pointed to the open road.

“Right, right- sorry.” you rolled your eyes as he started the engine again and pulled into the empty lane- driving to the nearest convenience store.

-

He parked the car in a free spot before turning to you. “Stay right here.” he said before almost tripping out of the car and running into the convenience store.

“Welcome- Oh! Hi hyung!” a raspy voice came from behind the counter. Head snapping in the clerks direction, Jaehyun smiled at the young boy.

“Jisung, where are your pregnancy tests?”

“Right behind me… hyung did you get someone pregnant?”

“Possibly my girlfriend; now can I have three of each brand you carry?” The man spoke quickly, not trying to take too much time chit chatting when he could be finding out if he was going to be a father. “Great, thank you; say hi to your family and see you at the wedding.” Jaehyun said, snagging the bag from his younger cousin after he paid.

Running back to the car, your boyfriend dropped the bag in your lap and frantically pulled out a small velvet box.

“Do you want it? Yes or no.” you gasped at the beautiful shiny ring displayed in between two felt cushions. “Come on babe we don’t have all night, there is a possible baby in your womb.” you stayed silent, staring at the diamond. “I promise I’ll buy you another ring and make the proposal way more romantic and nice, but right now-”

“Yes!”

“Oh thank fuck.” he sighed heavily and pulled out the silver band, slipping it on your ring finger before kissing your hand. “Okay let’s go home and see if we’re having a baby.” he rolled his shoulders back and buckled his seat belt- backing out of the vacant lot.

The drive was silent, but it let each of you think.

“That means we’re moving in with each other.” you stated.

“My place or your place?” he glanced over at you and made a right turn.

“For now, your place- but once the baby comes, I say we keep them as vacation homes and then buy a real house.” you suggested. “My semi is too small to have a nursery, and the penthouse is too nice to have a baby.”

“That sounds like a perfect idea.” he chuckled as he pulled into the driveway of the condo building. Unbuckling your belts, Jaehyun tossed the keys to the valet driver while you got out. After rushing over to his side, your fiancé kept his hand on the small of your back as you hurried into the building- convenience store bag in hand, ready to learn what your future holds.

Well, at least as ready as you both could have been.

vii.

“Go! Go! Run, get up the stairs!” Jaehyun yelled once the elevator doors opened. Your feet slid against the wood as you zoomed across the floor to the staircase. “Babe what are you doing?”

“What?” you cried with one foot on the first step, preparing to sprint up the rest of them.

“Why are you running?” he looked at you if you were spewing nonsense on how you saw a cow driving a tow-truck.

“Wh- you just said to run up the stairs!”

“Not when you could possibly be carrying our child!” he shouted back.

“Whatever, just hurry and get me something to pee in.” you stomped up the stairs.

“Stomp lightly!”

“Oh fuck off.” you yelled at him.

viii.

“Have you peed yet?”

“Jaehyun, you brought me a wine glass, give me one fucking second.” you said bitterly.

There was about two minutes worth of silence.

“Come on, I know you can pee, do it. Just pee for me.”

“I’m gonna come and pee on you.”

“Whatever you’re into, baby.”

“Jeong Yuno shut the fuck up. Oh, hey look, I’m doing it!” You laughed in disbelief.

Your fiancé chuckled as he left from his post outside the door- giving you the time you needed to be by yourself with your nine pregnancy tests and your piss in a wine glass.

ix.

It was two forty-eight in the morning when Jaehyun received a call from the woman in his bathroom.

“Hello?” he sighed tiredly, with his head leaned against the wall outside his room.

“I’m so glad you don’t have a daddy kink.” you also let out a breath from the other line.

“Fuck, I love you so much.” he laughed, tears rolling down his cheeks at the exciting news.

lol this is my first like... fully finished fic- so don't be too harsh with me. there was a lot more that i wanted to add to this but i still like it, maybe i'll re-write it later, but for now, i'm keeping it this way. i hope you liked it and you're welcome to send in your feedback because i'm always looking for ways to improve!

[ioannemos]

i started a huge tag explanation but i think i was gonna run out of tags so

the tl;dr: i like him and how his personal arc and relationship with jane ended, bc i understand his motives, empathize with his bad decisions, and love his character development. also i feel like bronte did a really good job of showing how well they fit as a couple which i'm not sure gets discussed enough

and now a read more for rambling

i used to feel closer to option two, tho for me it was more of an eyeroll and a shrug. like sure, jane, since you love him i guess? and clearly haven't gotten over him and have no desire to get over him, even tho you think you should, and could do so much better...

this last time i read the book, tho, i read the whole thing in one sitting (i didn't mean to but that's the magic of jane eyre) and was struck by a few things

first of all, oh lord, edward was so young when he was tricked into marrying bertha?? and tricked by his family, no less?? edward being the kind of person he is, i don't wonder at his anger, despair, etc. what a betrayal! and like, tbh, i don't know what he should've done differently. obv locking her in the attic wasn't a great solution, but she was violent and immoral before the insanity even kicked in. i'm honestly not sure what else a young man of his status, temperament, sense of duty, etc. would think of to do. he can't divorce her, and she can't be allowed to just. roam free. so while i don't think locking her in the attic was a moral solution, i can understand and empathize with him taking that route

(the other stuff he did, like having mistresses and whatnot, obv not good either. bad, in fact. but again, while i don't think it was the right thing to do, i can understand it: he wants love from a peer, and since he can't get that from his wife he's looking for it elsewhere) (tho he also keeps picking bad partners on purpose *claps edward on the shoulder* this bad boy can fit so much self-loathing and self-sabotage in him)

second of all, they are established pretty early on to be a good match for each other. while jane speaks very plainly, we know from her narration that she has the same fanciful imagination that edward does; he just has the freedom of being rich and a gentleman to express it. (also, he's at home whenever she's seeing him, not when he's traveling, which adds, idk, a Dimension to his words and actions that i think gets overlooked.) amongst other similarities, they both

are passionate

prefer to run away from their problems

feel trapped by expectations

almost die by trying to do the Right Thing (he tries to save bertha from thornfield burning down, she runs away from thornfield and almost dies of exposure)

refuse to marry people who want what they have/could do (blanche wants his money, st. john wants her ability to work herself to the bone) rather than who they are

find the idea of such a marriage to be personally repugnant

think people who marry for those reasons are foolish

(this includes the marriage to bertha, btw, hence a whole lot of that self-loathing)

like to spend money on the people they love

find adele silly and attribute it to her being french but are determined to english at least some of it out of her

love the other person so much they look and act dumb as hell

third of all, they don't get married until a. they are in fact peers and b. edward's not only received the consequences of his actions, he has accepted them as such. he was proud, so he's been humbled; he lived for pleasures of the flesh and now he's blind and crippled. what's more, not only has he accepted these consequences, he acknowledges that they came from God and responds accordingly. he shook his fist at God before, defied Him, dared Him to punish this behavior too, and God did, and edward accepts it. that's such a huge piece of character development that i think gets skimmed over and it's a shame

i really love jane eyre and could possibly keep going lol but i'm gonna stop here bc this is long enough

Finished Jane Eyre and would like to gain some general data, just out of curiosity

If none of these apply at all, you're free to abstain and tell me why in the notes—I just thought trying to sum up the spectrum of opinions usefully was hard enough without adding an easy "other" option.

[idkthisisjustforfanfic]

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PART 1

Your feet dangled down from the stool, elbows on the granite counter when Jeff turned around. “Alright,” he said, lips in a thin smile when he revealed the plate of reheated lasagna that someone dropped off in the last few days. “Smells good.”

You looked up at him with an unimpressed stare. “It looks a little disgusting.”

“It’s vegan, I think.”

“Jesus,” you rolled your eyes. “You start one all natural skincare line and people think you only eat plant-based shit.”

He let out a small laugh, set the plate down and watched as you picked up the fork. One bite--mediocre. Not exactly hot enough, but after all Jeff had done for you the last few days, you didn’t have the heart to demand he put it in for another minute.

“So--do you think it went well?”

You laughed around the food in your mouth, picked up a paper napkin and let your head tilt to the side. “As good as a funeral could be.”

The lights in your kitchen were dim and the sun had already faded behind the trees, the house quiet after people finally filed out. Friends, extended family, strangers you’d never met had flocked to Los Angeles for the funeral of your famous father.

It’d been coming from a mile away. His health declined, an obvious result of the cocaine and the cigarettes and whatever else he’d ingested regularly in the 70s. A heart attack a year ago put him on a fast track to the afterlife, but he always joked that he’d probably end up in hell.

Being in the music industry ruined him, in a way--it ruined your parents’ marriage and it ruined a lot of the relationships your father had. Blow outs and big fights that left him exiled from a lot of social circles, sometimes never speaking to people again after one bad phone call. But it was never like that with Irv.

“Well, I’ve never seen my dad cry so hard,” Jeff smiled. “He really loved him.”

Another bite of the soggy noodles and fake cheese. “I know.”

A comfortable silence, the doors off the kitchen were open, a breeze from the backyard let the southern California warmth blow through the sheer curtains when you sipped at your left over wine.

Jeff was the closest thing you had to a sibling, his family was all you had left at this point. You were tossed in the bathtub with him and his siblings as a baby, shoved into family photos and tagged along for vacations.

Being closest in age to Jeff meant people always hoped it would be the two of you that would end up together. Happily ever after or having babies of your own. But when you saw Jeff wolf down a whole pizza at his bar mitzvah, any hope of a spark between the two of you had been permanently extinguished.

His older sister was the one who told you what it meant to have sex, and after your mom died, his mom helped you pick out a dress for your Sweet Sixteen.

She was the one who talked you off the ledge when you found out you were pregnant only a few years later, she was the one who threw you both baby showers and she was the one who helped you through your divorce only six months earlier.

So now that your dad was gone, too, you wondered where you fit into their family and what your definition of family even was.

Before the thought could cross your mind, the front door was pushed open and the sound of high pitched giggles floated in from the foyer.

CeCe’s tiny voice echoed down the hall. “Uncle Jeff?”

“Is that my CeCe?” He took a few steps forward and she ran straight into his legs, he hoisted her up onto his hip when Maeve rounded the corner with Tristan in tow.

“Hi honey,” you opened an arm so your ten-year-old could fit into the side of you. She leaned her head on her shoulder. “How was ice cream?”

The easiest ploy to get them out of the house while you hosted some kind of awkward afterparty.

“Fine,” she sighed. “But Tristan said that funerals are a selfish attempt by the living to hold on to someone after they’re dead.”

You blinked a few times and looked down at her, shocked by the words and apparently, her ability to understand them. You looked over at Tristan, arched eyebrows to communicate how displeased you were.

His eyes went wide when Jeff choked down a laugh. “I didn’t--I don’t know what you’re talking about Maeve.”

You kissed Maeve on the head. “Well, Tristan is wrong about a lot of things, trust me. But you two should go get ready for bed, it’s been a long day.”

You looked over at him again--younger by two years and easily one of the most important people in your life. You met him only a year after you started your business, he had a knack for brand management and eye for design that you couldn’t pass up. He was way too sarcastic and cynical to be your regular babysitter, but Jeff and his family were basically in the receiving line beside you.

Jeff let CeCe climb down and Maeve took her by the hand as they headed for the kitchen stairs to the second floor, leaving you alone at the island with two of your closest friends.

He waited until he heard the water turn on from their bathroom sink, then whispered in Tristan’s direction. “Great idea to say that to a ten-year-old and a six-year-old after their grandpa dies.”

Tristan rolled his eyes theatrically, “she asked why so many people came and why she’d never met any of them if they loved her grandpa so much.”

“Well, you can expect a bill for their therapy in a few years,” you laughed, forking more lasagna into your mouth.

Tristan made his way over to the fridge and pulled out the glass dish, helping himself to a piece when Jeff took a seat beside you. “How are you holding up?”

“Fine,” you glanced at him sideways, suspicious about any ulterior motive he might have.

“Okay, Y/N,” Jeff laughed, Tristan eyed you from over his shoulder like he didn’t believe you. “Let me try again. How are you feeling emotionally?”

You cleared your throat and swallowed the most recent bite of dinner. “Oh, you mean cause my husband left me six months ago and my dad just died and now I’m a single mom with two fiesty daughters who just inherited a giant house aaaaaand,” you drew out the word for dramatic effect. “I’m a business owner who barely gets any sleep?”

“That’s what I was getting at, yes,” Jeff nodded and fought a smirk.

“I’m alright,” you sighed. “Tired. Kind of freaked out about what the fuck is going on in my life, but, I’ll survive. I always survive."

You knew you would--in fact, you’d been waiting for this moment for the last few weeks. When Jeff’s mom called to tell you your dad needed to be put in hospice, you prepared. You talked to Maeve and CeCe and explained it all in a way they’d understand. His life on earth is over, but we can still talk to him and visit a pretty garden to remember him.

It was a lot to deal with only a few months after your high school sweetheart turned husband admitted he’d been having an affair and moved out, you saw on Facebook that he’d since bought a motorcycle and was spending most of his time at bars along the coast. That whole fiasco was harder to explain to your children.

And now suddenly everyone wanted to make sure you were okay. Frozen dinners, offers to drive your kids to and from their extracurriculars, a lot of attention was suddenly thrust onto you and your family, as if you hadn’t always hated that growing up.

But you knew the time would come when life would settle back down. Cousins and aunts and uncles would fly home, people would stop asking how you were doing post divorce. Dust would settle and the sun would set on this chapter and frankly, it couldn’t happen soon enough.

So here you were, the funeral was over, the dinner in his honor at Jeff’s parents, the media coverage was starting to die down and life could return to normal. Or, at least, a new normal.

Your dad had been a fixture in your life--weekly dinner dates with grandpa gave you a minute to yourself after working long days and answering endless phone calls. A glass of wine on the couch or even dinner with Tristan and Zoey was a nice escape from breaking up fights or figuring out how to reattach the head of a Barbie doll after someone shoved someone into a closet and tears and screaming ensued.

“You will definitely survive,” Jeff nodded.

Tristan came and sat, forked into the lasagna and made a face when he realized how bad it was. “Is this fake cheese?”

“Unfortunately,” you nodded.

Tristan made a face and then cleared his throat. “I, for one, think this is the start of a new chapter for you. New opportunities, new love,” he smirked.

A quick retort: “Yeah, that’s obviously the first priority right now.”

“He’s right, though,” Jeff said. “You have a fresh start, a totally new chapter.”

You nodded--they were right, but easing into a new chapter felt a lot better than trying to dive right in.

“Speaking of a fresh start, you know, changing things up,” Jeff forced a grin in your direction. “Can we actually talk for a second?”

You eyed him suspiciously, put your fork down to bow out from eating the world’s worst lasagna. “Yeah?”

“I have kind of a weird favor to ask. And--I know it’s kind of bad timing, with everything going on, but--just hear me out, okay?”

Instead of replying, you watched him, lifted your brows to encourage him to continue and tread carefully.

“So I have a client who isn’t from here, he bought a house but it’s in the middle of getting renovated. There’s kind of been a lot going on, it’s a long story.”

“Okay,” you nodded, unsure where he was going with it.

“He needs a place to stay, and I was wondering if maybe he could stay here for a little.”

“Here, like, here here?” You pointed to the floor of your kitchen, an elegant upgrade from the more modest house in Woodland Hills you’d occupied before the divorce.

Along with the death of your father came the inheritance of his Bel Air estate and all of the bedrooms, the four car garage, the manicured lawn and the pool out back. Some people thought you should sell it, use the cash to make trusts for the girls or save for college.

Selling it didn’t feel right, though. It was the house he worked so hard for, the house you called home for the later half of your teen years and the place you always came back to when things got hard. So instead of putting it on the market and closing that chapter, once again, you returned to the safe haven in the hills when you didn’t know where else to turn.

“Yeah, I know it sounds crazy, but you have the room and it might be fun to have someone else around and--”

“I have two daughters, Jeff, I can’t just let a stranger live with us.”

“He’s not a stranger, Y/N, he’s my friend. We’re really close.”

“Who is he?” Tristan asked, waving his fork in the air to remind us that he was still present.

“Harry Styles.”

Tristan’s eyes nearly bugged out of his head. “The kid from the boyband?”

“No way,” you shook your head, dismissing it before you could even let his name register. “I’m not having a pop star boy band kid stay in my house.”

“Okay,” Jeff held up a hand to get Tristan to relax, then moved to point at you. “He’s 24, number one. He’s not a kid, he’s, like, only a few years younger than us.”

“Yes,” you nodded, “exactly. I don’t need a 24-year-old living with my daughters.”

“He’s not like that, though. He’s responsible and he’s a family friendly dude, and--”

“Then why can’t he live with you? Or with your parents?”

“I don’t have the room,” he said. “And my dad hates house guests.”

You rolled your eyes, it was obnoxious, but it was true. Irv hated having people stay over almost as much as he hated it when your dad beat him in golf.

Jeff took your silence as an opportunity to continue selling you on the idea. “He just finished his tour, he’s working on his second album. He’s probably going to be in the studio a lot, Y/N. Do you really think I would let some crazy party animal live with my nieces?”

Another eye roll from both you and Tristan.

“Is this like, just a few nights?” You asked.

“Like, two weeks. Tops.”

“Two weeks?!” You shook your head. “No--I can’t put them through that after all the shit that’s been going on this year. Why can’t he just stay in a hotel?”

“Cause that’s lonely and he’s a people person and--I don’t know, it might be good for you to have someone around.”

You rolled your eyes that, was it a jab at your new status as a single mom or new status as a fatherless daughter? Unsure.

Jeff stood from the counter and grabbed for his phone on the far end of the island. “Just think about it, okay? I’ve gotta run. A few weeks, built in babysitting, maybe--he’s great with kids.”

“I’ve already thought about it,” you told him, resting your chin in your hand and offering a sugary sweet smile. “No fucking way.”

“Mommy!” CeCe’s voice called from upstairs, you hoisted yourself up, ready to tuck them in and forget that Jeff had ever asked such a ludicrous question.

“I would owe you big time--it might be fun! You’ve got the room, he could be a positive male influence on the girls.” He wiggled his eyebrows at the end of his sentence--like that would really sway you.

“And I’m not that?” Tristan pulled his head back, offended.

“You’re the one who told them funerals are stupid,” Jeff said with a sarcastic smirk.

“And you’re the crazy one trying to let a stranger move in here like it’s an AirBnB,” you shot back at Jeff. “So maybe they do need a better male influence than both of you.”

“Mommy!” CeCe called again, more impatient this time.

“I’m coming!” You shouted. “You, let yourself out when you’re finished eating this terrible meal,” you pointed at Tristan and the lasagna. “And you,” you pointed at Jeff with a smirk. “Please never speak to me again.”

He was already heading for the door, keys in hand when he blew you a kiss. “Love you, see you soon!”

“Love you,” you called back, bounding up the stairs, mom mode activated.

**

A text message the next day when you were at work:

Jeff Azoff (1:43pm): 🙏😇🙏😇

You blew air from your lips, Zoey sat across from you at a conference table when you took a late lunch. She was the first friend you made when you started high school, your long time confidant aside from Tristan and Jeff and a sure bet to tell it like it is.

Now she regularly popped into the Luna offices and she loved nothing more than acting like she was a higher up at your business. She’d rather be doing that than admit she was a new mom with no clue what the next chapter of her life would look like. You had that in common.

Her two-month-old son, Benny, sat in a carrier on the ground, his eyelashes fluttered when Zoey put her feet up on the chair beside her.

“What’s the sigh for?”

“Jeff is being annoying.”

“What’d he do now?”

You looked over at her, nose deep in her phone when you took another bite of the burrito bowl she’d picked up for you. You didn’t know if it was worth it to explain it all. Zoey was excitable, never one to turn down an adventure and her aptly timed identity crisis that came with becoming a mom was sure to make her encourage bad decisions even more.

She looked up at you, suddenly aware of the wheels spinning in your mind.

“Spill it,” she instructed. She put her phone down and let out a breath, clasped her hands and waited for you to fill her in.

“He asked me to let a friend of his stay with us in my dad’s house.”

“Your house,” she corrected. “Deed’s in your name now.”

“My house,” you nodded. “And I feel weird about it.”

“Who’s the friend?”

“Some client of his,” you tried to wave it off as if the name didn’t matter.

It didn’t, really. You’d long been exposed to the rich and famous just because of the nature of your father’s work. He was one of the biggest managers in the music industry in partnership with Jeff’s dad, so you were no stranger to beautiful people with beautiful cars and beautiful homes. When Jeff took on the family business, you only grew more accustomed to it.

“So a celebrity?” she shimmied her shoulders in excitement. “Which one?”

“Harry Styles,” you said the name slowly, quietly, even though it was just the two of you in the second floor conference room and even though this was your office that you bought and you owned and you ran.

“He’s hot,” she nodded casually, less impressed than you’d expected.

“He’s also like twenty-something, so it's disgusting for you to say that.”

“Oh relax,” she dismissed your concern. “He could be your pool boy.”

Zoey--who also grew up in Southern California and spent plenty of time at your house as a kid--hadn’t yet grown so accustomed to the coming and going of celebrities. Her parents owned a florist shop in Santa Monica and in high school you had to tell her she could only come to a Britney Spears concert if she didn’t cry when you inevitably met her in the green room thanks to your dad.

“I have children,” you reminded her. “A ten-year-old who might as well be fifteen and a six-year-old who would think I literally bought her a human playmate.”

“But if he’s friends with Jeff I highly doubt he’s a serial killer,” she reasoned.

“Wow, you are completely missing the point.”

“What’s the point, then?”

“It’s weird--I can’t have a stranger move in with my kids.”

“Why not?”

“Because first their dad left us and now their grandpa died.”

“Sounds like they need a new man in their life.”

You ignored the similarity of her words with Jeff’s from the other night. “I just think it’s crazy.”

“Okay,” she sat up straight and suddenly looked like this was morphing into a business conversation. “How long?”

“Two weeks.”

“Oh my god,” she turned her palms towards the sky. “Just do it.”

“What? No!”

“It’s two weeks--it’ll take your mind off of all the shit that’s been going on, it’ll be a fun distraction for the girls. You have so much space in that house you will never even know he’s there. And you’re helping a friend.”

She wasn’t wrong: Harry could likely stay in the bedroom all the way on the other end of the hall from where the girls slept. Maeve was thrilled to get her own room in the move and CeCe would occasionally run into your room after a nightmare, so the space was a plus.

He’d have his own room, his own bathroom. Hell, he could even park in the extra garage and enter from the back of the house. Maybe you wouldn’t even notice he existed.

You sighed, tugged at your necklace when you met her gaze. “I just feel really protective over them right now. I feel like Luke ruined their sense of family and now with my dad gone--”

She stuck her tongue out in disgust at the sound of your ex’s name. “I get that--but they have you. They have Jeff and his family and they have me and Shawn and now Benny.”

You offered a small smile at her reassurance. She was right in a lot of ways. The Azoffs were as much a family to your daughters as they had been to you. Shelli and Irv were like grandparents, they offered to babysit plenty of times and they always managed to get the girls the most amazing birthday presents.

But something in you knew it wasn’t the same. You’d dreamed of giving your daughters the sense of family you never had: a mom and a dad who loved each other. One house, not two that had two different beds and sets of books or toys.

Luckily and unluckily, your ex hadn’t made a huge deal about custody. Visits here and there were outlined in your divorce papers, but at this point in time he didn’t seem the most interested in maintaining a relationship with his daughters, even though he promised way back when that he’d never leave.

Getting pregnant with him during college wasn’t planned, but he swore you’d make it work and you tied the knot only a few months before Maeve was born. Things were good at first, you always knew you’d have more than one--if only to combat your own only-child loneliness--and then CeCe came five years later when you felt a little more prepared.

“I don’t think it’s going to traumatize them, Y/N. I mean, the least you could do is meet the guy.”

You watched her for a minute, blew air from your nose in a huff before you picked up your phone.

Y/N L/N (1:56pm): Fine. I’ll meet him.

Three days later you pulled up to a cafe in Brentwood and took a deep breath in the parking lot. If he was creepy, you wouldn’t go for it. If you got even the slightest weird vibe from him, you’d ex-communicate Jeff and only go over to visit his parents with the girls when he wasn’t around.

You’d already been leaning towards just doing it, especially once Tristan got a glass of wine in you and reminded you what your dad would have said: he who helps is one who prospers.

A few sleepless nights left you staring at the ceiling and wondering if you were crazy. You just now had the chance to let life settle down and here you were, mourning the loss of your biggest supporter, trying to piece yourself back together post divorce, and considering letting a stranger move in? Grief really did do strange things to people.

But when you walked in and found them sitting at a table in the back, something clicked.

Your dad was already fond of your possible houseguest, which you only knew from overhearing previous conversations between him and Irv about how proud they were of Jeff for picking up the family business, and now it all made sense.

A small part of you--probably the stupidest part of you--wondered if there was something cosmic about it. Your dad was always one to let his artists stay in the house, if they weren’t creepy, of course. You grew up with bands rehearsing in the backyard and going to shows at the Troubadour before you were old enough to drive, and you turned out fine.

“Hi,” Harry stood, offered a hand and introduced himself after Jeff gave you a kiss on the cheek. “Harry, pleasure to meet you.” Polite, maybe a bit of a kiss ass. Your dad must have loved him.

“Y/N,” you nodded, sat down when Jeff tugged out a chair for you. “Thanks for--uh--meeting with me, I guess.”

“Thanks for maybe letting me stay at your house,” he offered a sheepish smile, held your gaze for a second when Jeff adjusted the sunglasses clipped to his shirt.

“I’m actually surprised you guys haven’t met before,” he said.

“I’ve been a little busy this year,” you reminded him with a nod. “But--nice to finally meet you.”

Harry nodded, a dimple in his left cheek ignited a tiny spark in your chest, but you pushed Zoey’s words out of your mind. Two weeks, it wasn’t a big deal. He’d be in and out and this would be a blip on the radar.

“We can order coffee or something, but Y/N, I’m assuming you have like, a whole interrogation mapped out?”

You pretended to laugh at Jeff’s joke, turned to Harry and offered a no-nonsense smile. “I have two children, I got divorced earlier this year and my dad just died. So I don’t need any drama or anything. This is temporary and I’m doing this to help out a friend. Jeff, that is, not you.”

He laughed at your clarification and nodded. “Right. This is just me living in your house. No drama. Short-term.”

“And obviously my children will be there, so no guests.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Okay I’m not that much older than you,” you said it quickly, offered a small smile when he looked a little scared.

“Sorry--no, I didn’t mean that in a rude way.”

“No ma’am,” you added a rule, pulling a laugh from both of them when you lifted another finger in the air to count them off. “No drugs or alcohol, unless it’s like a glass of wine at dinner or something,” you shrugged.

“Look,” Jeff leaned forward. “Y/N’s kids are great, she’s got a great skincare company and she’s a kickass human. And you need a place to stay, so don’t fuck this up.”

“You both have my word. No drugs, no alcohol, no guests, no ma’am,” he smirked in your direction. “I’ve lived alone for a while, so, it’ll be nice to have some roommates.”

You nodded slowly and watched him for a second. A hoodie with the name of the management firm your dad and Irv had started, a backwards baseball hat and simple Ray-Bans. You ignored the fluttering in your veins from just looking at him, your own words echoed against the walls of your skull: he’s also like twenty-something, so that’s disgusting.

This was his brand, you were sure. Something Jeff had worked hard on--the looks, the smile, the exact formula that management firms drooled over was playing out in front of you. You sipped your drink once the waiter delivered three cappuccinos. Two weeks, tops.

**

Los Angeles afternoons were meant for playing outside, which is what your daughters did best if they weren’t busy pulling each other’s hair. You had dinner on the stove--enough for five--and a knot of nerves in your stomach when the wheels of his fancy car crunched atop the gravel.

The girls ran to greet him and Jeff showed him around the house. Now, Harry sat across from you at the table, Maeve to his left with an unimpressed look on her face when you cleared your throat. “Okay, gratitude time.”

Jeff set his fork back down, a guilty look on his face to admit he’d forgotten about your pre-dinner ritual.

CeCe squirmed in her seat, let out a sigh when Maeve protested with a flutter of her eyelashes. “I don’t have anything to be thankful for,” she informed you.

“That feels a little hard to believe,” you nodded, losing patience for her attitude over the last few days. “CeCe, do you want to go?”

Your younger daughter looked up at you, scrunched her mouth and thought about it. “I don’t have anything either.”

You tried not to groan aloud. After the week you’d had and the sudden changes in your life, disciplining your daughters felt like the last thing you wanted to do, if only they’d just behave.

“I can go,” Harry lifted his hand sheepishly as if he was sitting in a classroom and not in your dining room, a dimple on his cheek when he smiled sheepishly.

“Take it away,” you motioned towards him.

“M’thankful for being here, having a place to stay--and what looks like it will be a delicious meal.” By now he had a bit of smug look on his face, maybe proud of the fact that he’d broken the ice and stepped up to the pre-dinner prompt.

“Mom’s cooking is a solid six out of ten on a good day,” Maeve looked over at him, her fork now in her hand as if she was ready to dig in.

“Okay,” you leaned in and caught her gaze. “Drop the attitude or go to your room.”

“I’m thankful for Emma,” she named her friend, her quick submission after she rolled her eyes told you she just wanted to eat and get this over with. “She warned me today that Hayley was wearing a shirt I wore last week so I think she’s copying me.”

“Okay,” you nodded, you’d accept anything at this point. “CeCe? Last chance.”

“I’m grateful for pudding.”

Harry let out a quiet laugh, you nodded and said: “Great. I’m thankful for you two,” you smiled at them, hopeful that this nightly tradition would hold some type of meaning, more than just eye rolls and pre-pubescent angst from Maeve.

Jeff looked over at the girls, “I’m thankful for my friend Harry getting to meet my other friends, CeCe and Maeve.”

“Aww,” Harry smiled, a hand clutched to his heart when he looked between them.

“Alright,” you were annoyed by how good your daughters were at turning on their charm for anyone but you. Jeff was often the fun uncle, just like your ex had been the fun dad, which left you forcing them to play this gratitude game every night after they finished their homework.

CeCe wasted no time digging into the spaghetti on her plate, leaving Jeff to ask Maeve: “so what are you going to do about Hayley?”

“I don’t know,” Maeve sighed. “She’ll die when she finds out that you’re sleeping over,” she pointed her fork at Harry.

“He’s not sleeping over,” you corrected. “He’s staying in one of the guest rooms, remember?” You’d already explained it a few times to them. A few weeks, he’s working on more music, he’ll be busy, he’s not here to play with you.

“Whatever,” Maeve said. “Maybe I’ll hold it over her.”

“Maeve,” you looked over, unsure what had gotten into her. “I thought we talked about this stuff with Hayley?”

“I know--but she just keeps annoying me,” Maeve explained.

“Dump pasta on her head,” CeCe suggested with a giggle.

“Don’t do that,” you looked at CeCe and poked her in the stomach.

“I personally am a big fan of that idea,” Jeff smiled over at CeCe. “But it’d probably be better to just forget about it. Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.”

“Or the sincerest form of annoying,” she retorted.

Harry let out a laugh at that, caught your gaze when you wondered how soon it’d take him to get annoyed with your kids.

They were great--smart, funny, clever, definitely witty and sometimes dramatic. But they were good kids.

You remembered how tough it was to adapt to motherhood, even though they were your own. Something told you that Harry, no matter how short his stay would be, was not in the chapter of his life that entailed finding joy in playdates and pillow fights.

But he made it through dinner, quiet but friendly and as soon as Maeve was finished, she begged him to play squishball outside before sunset.

“Squishball?” his eyebrows dipped together. “Never heard of it.”

“It’s basically just baseball but with a softer bat and a foam ball cause mom doesn’t want us to break our skulls,” Maeve informed.

“I never said break your skulls,” you argued.

“But it’s what you meant,” she shrugged.

“I would love to play,” Harry laughed, unbelievably entertained by the back and forth he’d already witnessed. They yanked him outside and set up their tiny diamond, CeCe pulled on a tutu just for flair and you and Jeff were left to handle the aftermath of a family dinner.

Jeff put the final plate into the dishwasher after a little bit and offered a hesitant smile when he turned around. “So?”

“So what? It’s been like an hour and a half of him being here.”

Their laughter from outside was audible, CeCe shrieked when Maeve made contact with the bat and sent the ball soaring into the air. “The girls clearly love him.”

“Of course they do--they love anyone for the first two hours.”

“I think he’ll be good for you guys.”

You rolled your eyes, wiped the counter with the sponge when he continued.

“And you guys will be good for him.”

This got your attention. “How so?”

“He’s a people-person, never likes being on his own too much. Some structure and responsibility is good for him.”

“So I’m babysitting him?”

“Oh my god,” he laughed. “Relax, will you? This could be a mutually beneficial thing if you let it, that’s all I’m saying.”

You didn’t read too much into it, you figured Jeff was peppering you with reassurance only to calm your nerves or quell your concerns. When he was finished helping you clean, he hugged the girls goodbye and waved over his shoulder, leaving Harry alone in your house with you and your daughters and nothing but good intentions.

You left him downstairs at first, helped CeCe brush her hair and sat on the floor when Maeve picked out her clothes for the next day: hopefully Hayley doesn’t own this dress.

When you headed back downstairs an hour later, the girls were tucked in, the lights were off, and your usual plan would have been to check your work emails if it weren’t for the dimpled guy in your living room.

He stood at the bookcase, hands clasped behind his back when you found him.

“Hi, sorry--bedtime is always a--” you paused, not even knowing the right label. “A shit show. But thanks for playing with them earlier.”

He laughed, turned around and offered a smile. “No worries--they seem like great kids.”

“They are,” you assured. “Maeve’s been a bit snarky lately but I think that’s just the whole beginning of puberty thing.” You cringed a little when the words left your mouth, wondering if it was too much information for someone who likely had cooler things to do than talk about ten-year-olds and training bras.

But he smiled, shoved his hands in his pockets when you said: let me show you around.

He’d arrived at the worst time. Homework, dinner prep, CeCe crying because Maeve finished her homework first. You didn’t have the chance to give him a tour and you figured it would be better coming from you than from Jeff, that way you could remind him of all the rules.

You showed him the ground floor first. The library, the family room, the two offices and the three different remotes that all worked different TVs or speakers or lamps. He marveled at the pictures on the wall in your dad’s old office space, he was a legend, he told you.

He climbed the stairs behind you and whispered in response when you pointed out what was behind each door. Bathroom, Maeve’s room, CeCe’s room, guest room, another bathroom, master suite, guest room, his room.

You pushed the door open and stepped aside to let him in. Gray walls, a wooden four-post king-sized bed. Throw pillows you’d picked out when you moved in a few weeks ago, a dresser to the left. He looked around and nodded. “S’perfect.”

“Good,” you said, walking over to a small linen closet in his attached bath. “Towels are in here, should be soap and stuff in the shower--had our housekeeper stock it.”

“Thanks,” he nodded again.

“I don’t know where you parked, but there’s a garage in the back that my dad used to keep some of his sports cars in--there’s definitely room and that way you don’t have to leave yours out if it rains.”

Were you talking too much? You just wanted him to feel at home or at least welcomed.

“Amazing,” he said. “Thank you.”

A repetitive answer but it didn't stop you from rambling.

“Keurig’s on the counter--creamer in the fridge. Should be plenty of food but obviously feel free to stock what you like. Except like, weed.”

“Weed doesn’t go in the fridge...” he eyed you suspiciously, the same dimple appeared on his cheek and you rolled your eyes.

“I know--I know weed doesn’t go in the fridge.”

“Just the no drug policy,” he nodded.

“Right. Am I forgetting anything?”

He shifted his weight on his feet and shrugged his shoulders, a subtle shake of his head. “I don’t think so.”

“Okay,” you nodded, one final look around the room to make sure he had what he needed. His duffle bag was already in the corner, you’d told Jeff to put it upstairs and out of the way so CeCe and Maeve didn’t get nosy.

“I just have a question actually, if that’s alright.”

“Yeah?”

“When did you move in here?”

“Uh, beginning of August, so like, almost a month ago.”

He nodded, his eyes curious despite the fact that he didn’t ask more.

“We had to put my dad in hospice, I was looking for a place anyway after,” a quick motion over your shoulder to gesture to the girls. “My divorce, so--a lot of change, but it’s been nice to be home.”

He nodded thoughtfully, the quiet of the bedroom suddenly felt heavy. “S’a beautiful house.”

“Thank you,” you looked around the room again, if only to put your eyes somewhere other than his face. “I felt shitty about redecorating it at first, but--it was a little too much of a 70s bachelor pad.”

“Leave it to Walt,” he joked.

That piqued your interest. “Did you know my dad? Like, did you spend any time with him?”

He pushed his lips out in thought but shook his head when he sat down on the bed. “Not really--met him a few times at events with Jeff, but I never spent any quality time with him.”

You nodded--he was a busy guy, popular and well respected in his industry. “He was a good person, good grandfather, too.”

Harry smiled at that. “Always heard that Irv was the balls but your dad was the heart.”

You laughed, scrunched your nose at the saying you’d heard a hundred times. The two of them were partners in crime, two peas in a pod, yet they couldn’t be more different. He spoke again before you could reply, voice soft in the sleepy house.

“I mean, if you're his daughter he obviously did something right.”

He held your gaze just long enough for you to feel something, something you pushed out of your mind so quickly that your hand was on the door knob before he could even say goodnight.

Two weeks, tops.

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[grimmswan]

Unexpected part 2

Unexpected Perception

Nick Burkhardt is dealing with a broken heart after his girlfriend leaves him without word or warning. Adalind Schade is dealing with a broken heart after finding out the man she loved had been sleeping with her mother on the same day her mother was killed. When Adalind discovers she is pregnant, Nick volunteers to be there for her through everything. Together, they discover how the unexpected might not be such a bad thing.

Adalind had plenty of money saved up. Between inheriting everything from her mother’s estate, and getting bonuses from her law firm, since she won so many cases for them, money was the one thing she didn’t have to worry about.

Something she did worry about was Sean’s regulars popping out of the woodwork and targeting her since she was carrying his child.

But it seemed that with Nick hanging around her so much, and Sean practically non existent in her life, that concern was unwarranted.

Adalind had been so grateful to Nick for being there for her and doing everything in his power to provide comfort and emotional support; she had no idea she would come to be grateful for the physical protection he provided.

Everyone assumed that Nick was the father of her baby. Rumors were flying around the various precincts and law firms that Nick and Adalind had sought comfort in one another after being dumped by their significant others.

Adalind was consulting on a case with Joanna, a divorce lawyer with the firm. The case was getting messy due to both sides accusing the other of already moving on. Joanna was representing the wife, who wanted the lawyer to find a way to get possession of her soon to be ex’s prized classic car.

“He did buy it during their marriage. And he purchased it without her knowledge, with money they were saving for an exotic vacation. That might work in her favor.” Adalind advised.

 “She said he spent more time with that car than with her. She thinks he might have used it to get the attention of other women. That’s why she felt justified in sleeping with his best friend. She thinks her new man deserves the car more than her ex does.”

“Taking away something he values most is a great way of getting revenge. Being with someone new is a great way of showing your ex you don’t need them.”

“You certainly did well in that department.” Joanna grinned. “Nick is gorgeous. After finding out your boyfriend had been sleeping with your mother, no one can blame you for using him to get over Sean. It’s a shame that you got pregnant, but at least Nick is being a stand up guy. That’s pretty rare.”

Adalind wondered for a moment if she should correct her colleagues' assumption, but didn’t see a reason to do it.

Why not let everyone think Nick was the father of her baby? He had certainly been acting like one. He was always there for her. Whatever she needed, whenever she needed it, Nick would always provide it to her.

That was more than could be said for a lot of soon to be dads.

Nick experienced a similar situation, and had a similar response.

A young officer was talking about his pregnant girlfriend, and how she was experiencing some strange craving.

“She put nacho cheese on an apple pie! What kind of psycho puts nacho cheese on apple pie?!”

“Obviously a pregnant one.” A senior officer laughed.

The younger officer turned to Nick, “Hey detective Burkhardt, has your girl started getting weird cravings yet?”

“She put sweet and sour sauce on her popcorn last night.” Nick replied automatically, without considering or correcting the title used to describe Adalind.

There really didn’t seem the point to change the officer’s assumption. What difference would it make? Nick was still going to be going home to Adalind when he was done with work, just as he had done for over three months.

He could see Hank give him a questioning look for a second, but his partner didn’t say anything.

Nick was sure Hank would bring it up later when they were on their way to talk to a witness. But he didn’t.

It seemed that even those who knew the truth were willing to accept what was being perceived.

Neither Nick or Adalind mentioned to the other the assumptions and rumors made by their coworkers.

Adalind didn’t want to take the chance of Nick rethinking being around so much. Nick didn’t want to make things awkward between himself and Adalind.

They both felt something brewing between them, and neither one wanted to do anything that would cause the other to distance themselves.

What was happening was still in its early stages, and they had been hurt too badly, too recently, to fully trust their hearts.

Nick still had open business with Juliette. Adalind feared that at any moment, Nick’s ex would come back into his life, and Adalind would never see him again.

Nick feared that at any moment, Sean Renard could decide that he wanted Adalind and the baby, and then Nick would be pushed out. And be all alone once again.

It hurt to know that there was always a chance that they could lose the other. But that never stopped them from trying to show the other how good life could be.

Nick held Adalind every night, stroking her hair, promising that he would be there for her through anything.

Adalind often told him how much safer she felt with him there. That in his arms, she felt more cared for and protected than she had in her entire life.

Their daily life often saw a typical domestic scene; with the exception of the occasional search through Grimm journals or creating a potion in order to deal with a dangerous wesen.

By helping Nick with his grimm duties, Adalind hoped that Nick would see how valuable she was to have around.

By making it a point to include Adalind as much as possible to help in his duties as a grimm, Nick hoped that she would see how great of a team they were together.

All of their friends could see how close they were becoming. The special bond they had was impossible to miss by anyone who was paying the slightest bit of attention.

Hank and Monroe were already starting to wager on who was going to be Nick’s best man.

[saulweissberg-archive]

there had been such a love between them. that was the most awful thing about it; katie divorced him because he was a lousy husband that was too immature and greedy to be a proper family man, and he divorced tamara because he couldn't give her what she wanted most in the world (namely, a baby). thalia and saul got a divorce not because they didn't love each other anymore, but that the love wasn't enough. in every marriage, he put his work above his wife, but saul, for some inexplicable reason, believed his workload would be lessened by opening his own practice in providence peak. instead, he was busier than ever, and he couldn't spare enough time for thalia. they used to have charity galas and memorial dinners and high society functions to attend, things that would force him to leave the firm back in manhattan for a breather. in providence peak, at the start, the only other person saul knew besides thalia was her sister who already hated him pre-divorce. he wasn't a member of providence peak's high society yet, so when he wasn't at home to sleep, he was at work, trying to muster up enough business to keep the lights on. when thalia had discussed how she felt she was losing her identity to being mrs. saul weissberg, esquire, saul had no other identity to cling to.

providence peak was supposed to save their marriage. instead, it destroyed it.

from the nigh imperceptible shift on thalia's face, she hadn't actually meant to almost knock him over. that was more surprising than her doing it on purpose. their divorced was finalized nearly two years ago, but he could still read her face like it was a damn book. he wasn't sure if he wanted to forget how to or never forget. both ideas caused him heartache. it made it a little easier to know she hadn't facilitated this interaction. it made it a little harder to navigate as well. did she want him to just go away? saul wanted to just go away. rachel hargrove, if you're out there, come find me, please wonder why i've taken so long in the concessions line...

saul grimaced when she corrected him. “oh... are they?” he didn't need to remind her that he knew nothing about sports. realizing he was still holding onto her forearms, he quickly dropped his hands, though kept them outstretched in case she stumbled again. “you're welcome. still can't stay upright, can you?” saul teased softly, a small, sad smile flashing on his face. “are you feeling alright? do you want some water?” he got it for himself, but they used to share a bed—they used to share everything—so a water bottle was nothing in comparison.

The Spring Extravaganza was just what the doctor ordered. Winter dragged on and she felt the echoes of her empty townhome every time she took a step. Even adopting a sweet dog didn't rid herself of that feeling of aching loneliness that settled in once the divorce was finalized. Her sister was on the case. Kathleen took charge just like normal and prompted the baseball team sponsorship just like they always joked about. Things were finally looking up until she heard about Saul doing the same thing. It would be ridiculous to say she was surprised. Saul Weissberg could be many things but petty was at the top of the list. It was just unfortunate for her that he was also charming and too deeply embedded in her heart to ever be extricated.

Kathleen kept saying that she needed to just put herself out there and begin dating again. There was one particularly laughter inducing joke about her dating the very collegiate baseball player that she was sponsoring. Her ex was definitely dating if she listened to the rumor mill. If only she didn't keep falling for him. Her quest for a break from the sun began as well as she could hope: she tripped and ended up directly in his arms. It was a trait that chased her from as early as she could remember. She would fall at the tinniest inconsistency in the ground. Kathleen said that it was because Thalia's brain never registered her growth spurts although that didn't explain her elegance in yoga.

"Saul." Thalia's expression just barely shifted from neutrality to surprise. Only a few people actually grew proficient at reading her face. Being blank was a safety mechanism as a child and it was a habit she didn't grow out of even after being alive four decades. Just as her heart skipped a beat when he said her old nickname, she wondered if he still knew her well enough. "Your team is losing." She corrected as casually as possible, reestablishing her stance on the ground. It had to be Saul. Out of all the people who attended the baseball game, it had to be him. "Just need a moment out of the sun." Thalia confessed after a moment of hesitation. "Thank you for the catch." And for causing her heart to ache every time his name came up in conversation since he was obviously doing great after their divorce.

[matan4il]

Have you or anyone else paralleled the exact same ways Buck saving Christopher and Eddie exactly match each other. The fireman hold and even Buck saying "I got you" the exact same way. It makes me wonder if it was always gonna lead to mirroring Eddie getting shot.

And I know I know. Shippers can reach and sometimes we read to much. But there is without a doubt to many parrales in the shooting and language used with Eddie, Bucky and even Christopher to not have artistic meaning.

Another thing that bugs me is they purposely havent been in each others house on screen for us to see. There was no reason to do the balcony shot that way, or have Buck stand outside the party. I really believe it's to create tension with the audience. Or even have Eddie tell Buck separately he was leaving. Its not like they havent had way more intimate discussions before. Like why lump Ravi and Buck together in that scene as if there isnt a clear distinction between them and their relationship with Eddie.

Hi Nonnie! ^u^ Thank you for this ask!

Yeah, I def think there are too many ties and connections with Buck, Eddie and Chris from the start. TBH, if it were just the way Buck saved Chris vs the way he saved Eddie, I would have been willing to dismiss it. Because it could be down to Buck just being super consistent in how he approaches saving people, you know? But there's no way to dismiss any of it when the fact is that there are a million parallels and connections that by all means should have been Eddie and Christopher's alone, as a family unit, and yet they extend to Buck as well. That is undeniably powerful.

I honestly don't know if they thought of s4's finale when they were planning s3's opener... I have no doubt that they planned a whole arc for s3, start to finish, that they peppered in elements for future seasons (like introducing Ana) and that they had a general idea in mind for why they wanted those elements. Did they have the specifics of the shooting in mind already? Maybe. But I very much doubt they actually sat down and planned the s4 arc at the same time as the s3 one. So I tend to think that when it came time to flesh out those elements (what Eddie's r/s with Ana was meant to teach him and how to get it there), they could have looked back at s3 and used it as the basis to create meaningful parallels that would serve that purpose...

LOL Oh, poor Ravi! He's so done with being dragged into the 118, and especially Buddie's mess. "You two figure out your divorce on your own, stop making dramatic announcements in front of me, trying to pretend this isn't just you waiting for the other guy to say you're stuck with him. Seriously, see a gay marriage counselor. I can get you a number if you want!"

Sorry for the length, thank you again for the ask Nonnie and please have a look at my ask tag if you're looking for another ask reply. xoxox

[testvelouriatheme]

there had been such a love between them. that was the most awful thing about it; katie divorced him because he was a lousy husband that was too immature and greedy to be a proper family man, and he divorced tamara because he couldn’t give her what she wanted most in the world (namely, a baby). thalia and saul got a divorce not because they didn’t love each other anymore, but that the love wasn’t enough. in every marriage, he put his work above his wife, but saul, for some inexplicable reason, believed his workload would be lessened by opening his own practice in providence peak. instead, he was busier than ever, and he couldn’t spare enough time for thalia. they used to have charity galas and memorial dinners and high society functions to attend, things that would force him to leave the firm back in manhattan for a breather. in providence peak, at the start, the only other person saul knew besides thalia was her sister who already hated him pre-divorce. he wasn’t a member of providence peak’s high society yet, so when he wasn’t at home to sleep, he was at work, trying to muster up enough business to keep the lights on. when thalia had discussed how she felt she was losing her identity to being mrs. saul weissberg, esquire, saul had no other identity to cling to.

providence peak was supposed to save their marriage. instead, it destroyed it.

from the nigh imperceptible shift on thalia’s face, she hadn’t actually meant to almost knock him over. that was more surprising than her doing it on purpose. their divorced was finalized nearly two years ago, but he could still read her face like it was a damn book. he wasn’t sure if he wanted to forget how to or never forget. both ideas caused him heartache. it made it a little easier to know she hadn’t facilitated this interaction. it made it a little harder to navigate as well. did she want him to just go away? saul wanted to just go away. rachel hargrove, if you’re out there, come find me, please wonder why i’ve taken so long in the concessions line…

saul grimaced when she corrected him. “oh… are they?” he didn’t need to remind her that he knew nothing about sports. realizing he was still holding onto her forearms, he quickly dropped his hands, though kept them outstretched in case she stumbled again. “you’re welcome. still can’t stay upright, can you?” saul teased softly, a small, sad smile flashing on his face. “are you feeling alright? do you want some water?” he got it for himself, but they used to share a bed—they used to share everything—so a water bottle was nothing in comparison.

for / @campmurderparty participants / corky & any of your nurse muses! story / it’s purge night and our gals are working the er. (in this universe, hospitals and medical workers are off-limits in the purge.) setting / triage, maybe? you decide. just know it’s the emergency department!

corky slammed the clipboard on the counter, startling herself even though she was the one that made the noise. she was heaving a heavy sigh when one of her favorite nurses appeared at her side. “hey girl.” corrine rubbed at her eyebrow, the cacophony of the er was giving her a mighty headache. “please tell me again why i work purge night every year? the money can’t be that good, right?” unfortunately, it was.

[silhouetteofacedar]

Pearl, Ch. 3: A Yes

Previous Chapter - AO3 - MSR, rating pending

She said yes.

Mulder’s world has been upset like an overturned fishbowl, leaving him gasping in biting air. He had presented Scully with an idea that’s crazy, even by his standards, making her an offer that was simultaneously a pathetic fraction of what she deserves and also more than he could possibly give. Her beautiful, keen scientific mind mulled over his bullshit, and instead of arguing with him or trying to make him see sense… she said yes.

She must really be dying.

There are so many things he needs to say to her, feelings he’s been slowly building up the courage to confess; but the idea that he could be running out of time has slowed his progress and thickened the words on his tongue until they stick to the roof of his mouth like cold honey. His throat is tight every time he looks at her.

He knows he’s useless to her in this moment, but he still goes home and stares at the ceiling until the small hours of the morning, tearing his brain apart. His mind loops in endless, shaking circles, as though he could possibly cure her cancer before sunrise or shrink a tumor by force of will alone.

This is all he has to offer her. No science or medicine or clues to the puzzle; just obsession and insomnia and a desperate need for her to live.

When he slumps into the office the next morning he immediately notes that she looks tired too.

Maybe it’s the cancer. Most of the time she seems fairly healthy, save for the odd nosebleed, but he always has a creeping fear that he’ll turn around one day and see she’s half gone, withering to nothing, her strong little hands carved down to matchsticks.

I can’t let you die.

“Morning,” she says, barely hiding a yawn. He could kiss her full, slender fingers. “Sorry, I was- I was up early,” she continues.

Mulder nods, dropping heavily into his chair. His eyes land on a manila envelope sitting on his desk. “What’s this?” he asks, picking it up.

“Just something I’d like your opinion on,” Scully says. “Annotations are welcome. I’ll get us some coffee.”

Before Mulder can reply, she’s up and out the door. Jesus, she practically ran out of the room.

He opens the envelope and finds a sheaf of neat, typewritten papers. He wonders briefly if this is going to end up being her resignation. Or a Dear John letter.

Mulder -

First of all, this is document is regarding your proposition from last night. If you wish to revoke your proposal, please read no further and discard the contents of this envelope in their entirety.

If you wish to proceed with the aforementioned proposal, I think we should outline the terms of our arrangement so that we can both enter into this union with clarity and confidence.

His heart grows heavier as he reads. She’s outlined practically everything, he thinks. It must have taken hours; potential scenarios and how they might handle them as a married couple, financial liability, power of attorney…

Mulder is so engrossed in her document that he doesn’t notice her return until she sets a styrofoam cup of coffee under his nose. He robotically takes a sip, noting that it’s black with one sugar. Just the way he likes it.

“So,” she says, sitting across from him. “I see you’re still reading.”

“This is incredibly thorough, Scully. Did you get any sleep at all last night?”

“I had a lot to think about,” she replies, sipping her coffee. “We have a lot to think about.”

“Is this… something you’re open to discussing in the office?” he asks quietly.

“Briefly,” she replies. “It’s not personal, after all. But discretion is of the utmost importance.”

He nods. “We should dig into this more later, off the clock,” he suggests. “Since there’s evidently a hell of a lot we need to prepare before we ring any wedding bells, though it seems like you covered the gist of it,” he adds, leafing through the pages.

“There is one thing I failed to mention,” Scully admits, absently carving a half-moon into the side of her cup with a manicured fingernail. “The impact of this arrangement on your personal life.”

“Generous of you to assume I have one,” Mulder says dryly. “How do you mean?”

Scully’s face flushes slightly. “If… if you meet someone,” she says softly, “I don’t want to hold you back from that. For however long I have left.”

She speaks so matter-of-factly about dying, and it sharpens the edge of sorrow cutting through his chest. “Scully,” he says gently, “That is the last thing you need to be worrying about right now.”

“Even so,” she presses, “since we’re discussing terms, I want to propose one. That our marriage is a professional matter, a legal safeguard, and not personal. You are free to… to be with someone else, as long as the original purpose of our union is upheld.”

He leans forward, folding his hands atop the desk. “Then that goes both ways,” he insists, holding her gaze. “You're free too.”

Scully drops her head. “Mulder, I don’t think that’s necessary in my condition.”

“Believe what you want,” he says. “But you’re going to get well. The way I see it, you have a long life ahead of you and should spend it with- with somebody you love.” He coughs. “And if you ever find that guy, I’ll step down as husband and let him take over.”

“A divorce?”

“Or annulment, whichever applies. If we keep this marriage a secret it shouldn’t be too much trouble to quietly end it if need be. And as long as we… we don’t consummate it… that should help.”

“So we’re professional spouses,” Scully says. “Placeholders for the real thing.”

Mulder nods. “Same legal status, just a few different benefits.”

Scully’s eyebrow twitches upward, and he gives her a little smile. “Though I’m always open to negotiation,” he jokes.

Scully presses her lips together tightly, and a mask seems to fall over her face. “We can discuss this further tonight, if you’re free,” she says briskly, setting her cup on the edge of the desk. “Iron out the details. And I can set up an appointment for us to get our license, if you have a date and time you’d prefer.”

Mulder chews his lip. “I hadn’t thought of it,” he admits. “Next Tuesday, maybe?”

“You have a dentist appointment next Tuesday,” Scully murmurs, reaching into her briefcase and pulling out a datebook. “We can take a long lunch on Wednesday, March 12th.”

Is there anything about him that this beautiful, stoic woman doesn’t know, any aspect of his life she hasn’t touched?

She has to have some idea by now, Mulder thinks. She must know he wouldn’t offer to marry just anybody.

There’s only room for one.

[chrisevansszn]

Valleys and Mountains Pt 5🏔

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“I want a fucking divorce!!”

“I’m not giving you shit.”

“Why??? So, you can have your cake and eat it too? Who do you think you are??”

“I want my fucking marriage and wife back. Is that so hard? Yes, I’ve been talking to Cree but its because you’ve been ignoring me.”

“You narcissistic fucker you!”

He shakes his head.

“You know what! Your right! I have been fucking Jason to get back at you. You don’t deserve me!”

What the fuck are you thinking!

Chris swings in your direction but punches a hole through the wall. You are completely frozen in fear. He steps back and looks at his hand. There is blood coming from his knuckles. He grabs a kitchen towel, runs the kitchen sink to wet it and wraps it around his hand. He walks out of the kitchen and up the stairs without making a sound or eye contact with you.

You bent over finally catching your breath as tears run down your face. You didn’t move for about 15 minutes, stuck in that one spot. You finally looked back at the wall to see the damage. A perfect hole all the way through. You grabbed a paper towel and wiped your face as you headed to your room. You went straight to your closet to grab your suitcase to pack up some clothes. A night or two at a hotel is a must right now. There is no way you are staying here! You haphazardly throw clothes and shoes into your suitcase. You heard footsteps behind you and slowly turned around. Chris was standing there.

The silence in the room was excruciating.

“I’m going to a hotel.”

“I will go if you want me to.”

You swallowed.

“No, I don’t want to be here.”

You stood up to walk past Chris, he grabbed your arm as you walked past. You turned and looked at him.

“Y/N, I’m sorry for everything. I really am.”

You pulled your arm away and continued to your bathroom to get more stuff. Chris followed.

“Are you invited Jason to your hotel?”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing! Fucking men!

“YOU HAVE A LOT OF FUCKING NERVE CHRISTOPHER! MEN WILL CHEAT AND FUCK UP THEIR MARRIAGE BUT THE MOMENT A WOMEN GETS EVEN THEY CAN’T HANDLE IT!”

“I can’t handle it!  The thought makes me so fucking sick!”

You rolled your eyes, grabbed your shit, and finished packing. You headed out the door with Chris on you heels. He didn’t say or do anything. He watched as you put your shit in the car and drive away. You went to an Omni hotel and booked for a couple of nights. You texted your boss saying you needed a couple of days off for personal reasons. Your hotel room was all you were going to see for the next two days.

Chris called but you let it go to voicemail, begging for forgiveness, and do go to marriage counseling. You didn’t reply back. The next two days you laid in bed, rarely ate anything, and had room service to bring you bottle after bottle. You slept and drank the days away.

Day two came and it was time for check out. You headed back home as it rained cats and dogs outside. You pulled into the driveway. Chris’ truck was parked. You took a deep breath and walked into the house.  Chris was sitting at the dining room table, he looked God awful. You can tell he hasn’t been sleeping. You paused and stared at each other.  

“Y/N.”

You waited.

“Yes.”

“I am so sorry about everything. Can we go to marriage counseling?”

Marriage counseling isn’t such a bad idea. This can only go two ways…the marriage heals, or the marriage ends. Do you even want to be married anymore?

“Sure. Set it up.”  You walked off. You had a lot to consider, you and Chris both did dirt maybe you can really patch things up and move forward.

The day has come, your first counseling session. Chris found a young lady who was well qualified. You did the whole introduction thing. You thought maybe this would do some good but let me remind everyone of what Christopher said.

“Chris & Y/N, thank you for coming in today. This is a place where you can express exactly how you feel. Now, who wants to go first?”

“I will.”, Chris said. “I think a divorce is the best option.”

You turned your head so quickly.  You couldn’t believe what this asshole just said.

“Wait Chris isn’t there another option here. I thought you wanted to save your marriage?”, the counselor said.

You didn’t say anything.

“I’ve been thinking, about everything. Both of us stepping out on our marriage, Y/N disappearing for a couple of days, and our fight.”

“I only slept with Jason to get back at you.”, you snapped.

“Don’t ever say his name in front of me again.”

“Or what? You started this whole mess!”

“Please now I need both of you to settle down. We have to have civil conversation here.”

You got up and walked off. You needed a minute. After all this man has put you though, he thinks he can initiate the divorce?? The doctors retrieve you from the hallway, and you go back inside. Chris hadn’t moved a muscle. You and Chris go back and forth, its literally the blame game.

Thank God you both took separate cars! This first session was a nightmare. What had gotten into Chris?

You made it home before Chris. He actually didn’t walk through the door until later. You sat on the couch waiting for him. A real conversation was needed.

Chris finally walked through the door.

“Chris.”

“What is it?”

“What was that shit today? You beg me to go to counseling and then you start off by saying you want a divorce? What do you want to do?”

He rolled his eyes. The fucking audacity.

“I’ve had time to think. I am sick of begging you to make this marriage work. I’ve done nothing but BEG you.”

“So, you want a divorce? Tell me now because I am not wasting my time going to counseling with you.”

He sat up and put it hands on his hips. You hated that shit.

“Yes, I want a divorce. I want to be with Cree.” He looked at the ground as he said those words.

“EXCUSE ME? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?”

“You heard me.”

You completely lost it.

“FUCK YOU CHRIS! I FUCKING HATE YOUR GUTS!

You went and pushed him on his face!

“Y/N, don’t do that shit!”

Chris gave you a slight push to put space between you two.

“Get out now…”

“I pay the damn mortgage on this home!”

“PACK YOUR SHIT AND GET THE FUCK OUT!”

Chris gives you a look. He walks past you and heads to the bedroom. You leaned back against the nearest wall. You had to take some deep breaths. You walked over to the couch and sat. You could hear Chris slamming the dresser as he packed up. Not a tear fell down your face this time, you just wanted him gone.

About 10 minutes later Chris walks by with a suitcase, grabbed his keys, his wallet, and walked out the door. You grabbed your MacBook and sat back on the couch with a glass of wine and begin searching for divorce lawyers.

You didn’t want to tell anyone what was going on yet. You were too embarrassed. After searching, you found lawyer and decided to call in the morning. You didn’t get any sleep that night per the usual. You headed to work the next day and called the lawyer to set up a meeting to get the ball rolling.

A week went by and you and Chris haven’t communicated not once. Jason was texting, but you weren’t responding at all.  The meeting with the lawyer was productive, she got all the paperwork together for you to get Chris to sign.

A few days later, you heard the door unlocking as you ate dinner in the kitchen while working. Chris walked in. He looked at you and you looked right back at your screen.

He walked over.

“I got the documents today from your lawyer.”

You looked up.

“Let’s talk about this.”

“There is nothing to discuss, sign the papers. If you want the house, then buy me out, if not…it goes on the market.”

You stood up to take your plate to the sink. Chris follows behind.

“I’m not ready to let you go.” He steps a little closer.

“This marriage is over.”

“Please Y/N.”

Chris leans in and kisses you softly on your lips, it caught you off guard.

“Absolutely not. Don’t ever kiss me again.”

“I’m your husband.”

“Does your new girlfriend know that you are here? I wonder how she would feel knowing you are making a move on your ex-wife?”

“Don’t say that.”

“Like I said, sign the divorce papers so I can move on.”

“Whatever. My lawyer will be in contact with yours.”

Chris walked away to the bedroom to get more clothes and such. He comes back out 20 minutes later.

“You’re already packing up shit?”

“Yes. When you sign, I’m out.”

He said something under his breath and headed out the door with his stuff. A couple of days later your lawyer called and said Chris accepted the terms.

A few weeks later you and Chris sat down with your lawyers to sign the divorce papers. As you both walked out, you noticed a young girl sitting outside the room. You finished up the conversation with your lawyer and headed out. You walked by and the young girl smirked at you. It had to be Cree. You stopped.

“Did you just smirk at me?” You wanted all the smoke.

“I’m just glad this is all finalized.”

“You must be Cree the whore. Well, best of luck to you.”

You turned to Chris.

“Did you tell Cree about you kissing me a few weeks ago when you came to get more stuff?” You faced Cree. “Don’t worry sweetie. I stopped him, but just know he was ready to risk it all.”

You turned and headed down the hall, and into your new single life!

Hope you all enjoyed this series! 💛

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