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soulmate hanta who is completely oblivious to that fact that he is your soulmate. everybody is born with a soulmate mark, a scribble of words that are the first words your soulmate utters to you placed somewhere along your hip. hanta sero who is nonchalant and chill about things that he doesn't realise he's already met his soulmate. they met on the first day of ua and he didn't even notice, and you... well you noticed but how could you tell him.
everyone's going around introducing themselves, he doesn't introduce himself though. your bag was neatly tucked away under your desk, already ready to start class when hanta somehow tripped over it, he caught himself in the last minute
"fuck, that could've gone really bad." he grinned at you and you were too stunned to speak, your body felt warm, like fireworks exploding and the warmth left over from sparklers their bright vivid colours flowing through you, you found your soulmate. you didn't get the chance to reply to him, an authoritative voice started speaking, aizawa sensei, and then class started.
you tried really bad to talk to him but he oozed of confidence and friendless, if the roles were reversed and you tripped over his bag you don't even think you would of been able to say something, you'd probably just rush off in embarrassment. he jokes around with everyone and you fade away in the background, you didn't even mean to, it wasn't your intention, you told yourself that when you started ua and started the hero course you'd put yourself out there more but that changed when the idea of talking to your soulmate was so daunting.
soulmate hanta who lays in his hammock with his arm of his face, groaning because you are just so adorable! and you won't talk to him, you're quiet anyway but around him it's like you don't say anything. he doesn't even know if he's ever heard you talk. he frowns at the idea that you won't talk to him because you don't like him, he wants you to like him, he wants you to talk to him! everything about you leaves him in a tizzy- the way you smile, your laugh, your anime pins stuck to your bag, how you got bakugou to open up to you even before kirishima. he can't explain it but he just wants to be near you.
you want to be near him, you want to ask him about his favourite manga, you want to know more about him but you conclude your soulmate wants nothing to do with you. you've only spoken to him once, a month into meeting each other, and he didn't say anything about your mark. he didn't have any reaction. you were talking to bakugou, arguing over who did better in the practical today out of the two of you and you're too involved in proving that you were better that you don't realise hanta and kaminari have walked up to you both. you've spoken to kaminari on a couple of occasions he's nice but a bit too complimentary to girls for your liking and you haven't said one single word to hanta, overthinking every little thing. "oi, you two which one of us was stronger today in our practical?" bakugou shouts over to them.
you don't remember kaminari's response, you remember hanta's, "i mean you're good bakugou but she's miles ahead of you." your heart soars, you don't think you've ever been so happy in your life. shouting ensues, lots of shouting, bakugou calling hanta blind and various other insults.
over all that you say, "thanks sero, you were great too," the end of your sentence gets quieter and you stutter more. they can barely hear you over all the shouting. hanta doesn't look at you or make any acknowledge of what you just said, like 'oh hey, that's what my soulmate mark says' nothing. he heard you but he didn't want anything to do with you. the rejection hurt but you knew something like this would happen, you never expected him to like you but you would've liked him to say something like 'i'm not interested but i still want to be friends with you.'
the lack of any acknowledge on his behalf made it clear to you and you don't want to disrespect his wishes, if he doesn't want to get to know you then you won't force yourself into his life. what you didn't realise is your soulmate didn't even hear what you said... he didn't reject you at all he just didn't hear.
five minutes beforehand he was almost dragging denki by his sleeve over to you and bakugou because he wants to talk to you. he's had this warm fuzzy feeling from the first moment he's seen you and it's just grown and grown.
soulmate hanta is buzzing now that everyone is moving into dorms because surely that means you'll have to talk to him.
soulmate hanta who inserts himself into your life. that anime pin on your bag? he's asking if you've read the manga. he's making teasing jabs at bakugou with you about how his cooking for everyone gives it away that he loves all of the class, bakugou always tells him to fuck off and you have a fit of giggles. he gives you ideas when he can see you're struggling and hit a road block with your hero costume support items. he'll swing you with him to the roof of tallest towers in the city and talk for hours until the sun comes up about the future and plans for being a pro. he's loud and sociable and brings you out of your shell to speak up when he can see that you want but are too afraid to, he's there to give you a push but also relax with you in the dorms when he can tell that you don't have the energy for everyone. he'll bring snacks and you'll watch films and he'll speak to you gently and soothingly that puts your mind at ease when you get overwhelmed. he'll read you manga while you rest your head on his lap and you'll get overly competitive when it comes to mario kart.
you don't understand why your soulmate had this change of mindset about you, maybe it's because you're all living together but now you have him in your life you're not jeopardising that. the time you share with everyone is amazing, and the time you and hanta share with everyone is amazing but when you're just together alone that amazing turns into perfection. you want to bottle up those moments with a glass and keep them forever.
falling in love with hanta didn't surprise you, you knew it would happen sooner or later. you never spoke to each other about being soulmates or relationships (you thought you knew why) you didn't engage in conversations with the rest of the class about it either. you didn't want to put hanta on the spot like that, 'yeah, i've found my soulmate guys, i spend every day with him but he rejected me. oh look! here he comes now, hi sero!' you were wrong though. it didn't happen like you thought it did.
soulmate hanta who isn't just called 'hanta' in your head but when you speak to him or about him, after eight years of knowing each other you've gotten past the use of family names. the first time he heard you speak it his heart skipped a beat. your heads were pressed together and you were under a blanket asleep. you both drifted off at some point during film night, it was time for you both to start joint patrol so you woke him up, whispering his name. you joined the same agency so that meant you liked doing as much joint patrol with each other as possible.
soulmate hanta who's never been in a relationship before and is a complete virgin. he doesn't care about other girls, not even to look their way for a night, all he cares about is you. the idea of even dating a girl riddles him with guilt over how he wishes it was you. hanta is fully aware that you've never been in a relationship either.
soulmate hanta can't bare to look you in the eyes and hear about the person you love or how you're yearning to find your soulmate. he couldn't bare that pain. the idea that you have someone out there- it kills him. in that sense he's insecure, he knows he should be supportive and ask about your soulmate, it seems that every other person has had at least one conversation about it but he just can't. you've never even had a relationship and he knows he should ask why but then you might ask him the same question and the reason would be- you.
the thought that his words may be written on your hip never cross his mind, he's never been in denial that he loves you but he never thought it was reciprocated.
the thought that he himself has a soulmate never, even for a second, flits through in his mind. he doesn't think he's met them and he doesn't care if he does. they won't be you.
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#bnha x reader#hanta sero x reader#hanta sero#sero hanta x reader#mha x reader#sero hanta#bnha sero#sero x reader#hanta x reader#⥠hanta#⥠mine / writing#does this count as angst besties??#hanta sero x reader angst#sero soulmate#bnha soulmate au#soulmate au#hanta sero soulmate#mha#bnha#bnha x you#sero hanta x you
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The healing - C. Caufield
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song: The healing - Zara Larsson
pairing: Cole Caufield x fem!reader
summary: Cole fell in love with girl that survived hell in the past and wants to prove her that she deserves love
warning: mentions of toxic relationship
words: 1.1k
note: last track from songs masterlistâšď¸i"ll miss this but i can't wait for december!
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Nobody told me love was a contact sport
Before she met Cole, she was stuck in a toxic relationship. At first, everything looked perfect. Her ex was caring and loving but after she moved in with him, it became a nightmare for her. She couldnât do anything, always had to ask for his permission. Couldnât have friends, couldnât visit her family. He locked her in their apartment.Â
She tried to fight for her freedom. It turned out to be constant arguments between them. Screaming became their form of communication. When she got on his nerves, he threw something on her. She was scared of him but deep down, she still loved him. She had trouble leaving him behind but after two years, she found bravery.
But can I be with you after the healing
She met Cole just a month after breaking up with her ex. He was incredible in every aspect. She hadnât looked at him as a love interest at first, but he had a huge crush on her and wanted to be her boyfriend. Every week, he tried to take her out on a date. They were spending free moments with each other but she was scared to open her heart again. She thought that he might be just like her ex when things became serious.Â
Cole wanted to make her his and couldnât understand why she didn't want it. Everyone from their friends could feel the chemistry they have. He couldnât picture his life without her and asked her to be his girlfriend. She froze, she started shaking. All the memories came back to her. He saw it and wanted to hug her but she was too shocked to hug him back. She wanted to be with him but she needed more time.Â
The time before you wasnât easy
After she calmed down, she told him her story. She admitted that she was a victim of mental and physical abuse from her ex. She didnât want to admit this to Cole but she knew that he deserves to know the truth, especially when she also had feelings for him. It made perfect sense for him now and felt bad for asking her this question, hearing her story and knowing her troubles with commitment.Â
This hadnât stopped Cole from being supportive of her. He wanted her to heal and start trusting him enough to be his girlfriend. He made it his personal mission to show her that sheâs lovable and deserves all the good things in her life. He was aware of the fact that itâs going to be tough to prove this to her, knowing her past, but he tried his hardest in this field. She was too important to him to leave her in that state.
And now I got some trouble sleeping
Cole invited her to his place one night. She was happy to do it after her tough day. They had a great laugh while cooking and watching tv. When she was ready to go back to her apartment, the storm had started. He didnât let her leave in this weather. She tried to argue with him but she was in a lost position and deep down, she also didnât want to drive in the rain and lightning.Â
Cole insisted that she could sleep with him in his bedroom. She didnât want to bother him, she was aware of her issues with sleep. All her memories were back during the night and most of the time, she was waking up screaming and crying. That was the last thing she wanted him to see. He let it go and agreed that she can take his guest bedroom. In the middle of the night, he heard her cries. He ran to pick her up and cuddle her. He wanted to cry seeing how fragile she is but he knew he had to be strong for her.
So no, itâs not your fault
That I canât love you yet
Couple months went by, she and Cole were acting like a couple even when he knew that she's not ready to make this step. He waited patiently for her to be ready. He was the best thing that happened to her. One day, he was leaving her apartment and accidentally said âi love youâ. Before he could process his words, she was crying. He didnât expect this reaction and that scared him. He went and tried to hug her but she pushed him.Â
Cole was shocked. She didn't want his touch and preferred to cry by herself. He didnât push, let her do it her way. When she calmed down, she started saying that this is not working. She admitted that she canât say those words back and he deserves someone whoâll have the bravery. He argued back, he said that she doesn't have to tell him if she doesn't feel it but he wanted her to know it. She froze and didn't know what to do. She was broken but he made her believe that she's worthful.Â
But I wanna be with you after the healing
After the healing is done
She knew Cole deserved to be happy. She wanted him to be happy even if it was without her. Itâs been six months and she was feeling much better. She started to believe sheâs worth his love. That he wonât be like her ex. It was a long and tough process but she started feeling this. She loved him but couldnât say those words yet. He already did it but hadnât pushed her to say it back.Â
One of the rare, free days that Cole had, he decided to hang out with her. It was a lazy day for them. They havenât done much. Just watched a tv show and ordered food. They havenât said much but their presence was enough for them. It was adorable that they could just lay and understand each other without words. He was laying on her chest when she said those three words.
Cole jumped and looked at her. Her cheeks turned red when he was looking at her with a piercing sign. He couldnât believe what he just heard. He wanted to ask her to repeat but hadnât wanted to pressure her. Instead, he pulled her into a tight hug and kissed her head. He was all over the place because he knew he did a great job and proved her that sheâs worth the love.Â
Before Cole had the chance to speak, she asked him if the offer to be his girlfriend is still actual. He stuttered, and couldn't say anything. He just nodded his head with a big smile on his lips. She knows that he's a great guy and wants him as her. He was grateful that she trusted him after all her experience she survived.
#cole caufield#cole caufield x reader#cole caufield fanfiction#cole caufield imagine#cole caufield oneshot#nhl#nhl fanfiction#nhl imagine#montreal canadiens#v' work
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started taking 600mg ibuprofen instead of 400mg for my cramps. im already building a tolerance to it đđđ
#the first couple months i tried it were great!#it completely took away my cramps--and for more than 3-4 hours!#but now. ive taken 2 (over the past like. 12 hours) and my breakthrough cramps feel just as bad as my unmedicated ones on a good cycle#i wish i cld go to the dr and ask for pain meds w/o having to worry that ill get flagged/labelled a âdrug seekerâ#i shld just do it anyway#theyre *so bad* this cycle#like doubled over moaning in pain bad#cant talk cant pay attention cant think bad#its that thing where youre in so much pain your entire focus narrows down to just the pain itself#thats all you can think abt#just. waiting out the wave#waiting for it to end#and thats on *top* of my back/joint pain + general body soreness#/sigh#being in pain sucks man#cldnt sleep at all last night and kinda doubt ill be able to tonight either#oh well
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Just did a T shot for the first time in years!! I was so brave!!! Used a bluey bandaid too :-)
#i started t in 2017 but after a few weeks i started having an allergic reaction to the cottonseed oil used in it#started getting it compounded with a grapeseed oil suspension and it was fine! until 2019 i moved cities#the new compounding pharmacy would only fill a 6 month supply. id previously been getting 2 month supplies. it was way more expensive#but i was able to get the 6 month supply#2 or so weeks in. the vial fucking fell and shattered. T is majorly regulated and i wasnt allowed a refill for 5 and a half months#when i was able to get back on T i opted for the topical and was on it for years#it was great it worked great#a couple of months ago though my ocd got extremely bad and the contamination aspect of the topical just got to be too much to deal with#so i stopped T for that reason and another reason i wont go into. not important or transition related but i had my reasons#tried to convince myself to start the topical again but when i tried i just got way too anxious wbout the contamination still soooo#i found out theres silicone sleeves online you can get for vials to prevent breakage if they fall so i got an appt with the clinic#told them about all my concerns and stuff#tried to get the pellet implant first but they said i have to go somewhere else for that#may or may not follow up on that#but they were able to prescribe me the sesame oil suspended T and stuff so i cant do shots again#reason i did compounding before was the sesame suspension was more expensive for me at that point#but now its way cheaper for me than the compounded T#so ya this is the context for why i wasnt doing shots for years but now am doing them again#suprisingly enough i had a needle phobia before starting T#but it subsided pretty quickly for the most part when i started and the needle aspect of it all was never a factor for stopping injections#just the price and risk of losing months of T in an instant#i dont have my silicone sleeve for the vial yet but its in the mail. rn my T is safe and sound in a jjk pencil bag :)#tw needles#just in case#didnt expect to write so much in the tags lol
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As a 24 year old Iâm kind of over drinking culture. The last time I really drank it took me a week to recover from it loll, Iâve been getting really dizzy since a covid infection 2 years ago, and I had a really bad flare-up a month ago after celebrating a friends birthday.
But even before that I drank pretty minimally and I didnât like how my friends put the responsibility of caring for them on me when they put themselves in harmful situations. Iâm always going to be there for my friends, but it takes a toll caring for people and watching them not have that same care for themselves.
And then itâs funny and normalized when people drink all the time.
#this is not meant to shame anyone with addictions or to say that Iâm morally better than anyone#a couple of months ago my friend from hs who moved away a couple years e was visiting and she insisted we go to a club lol#it was my first time at a club since I turned 21 the month after Covid lockdown started loll!#and it was fun not caring about the people around me and just being silly and dancing while tipsy#but also the guys were creepy which I expected but it was weirder than I thought itâd be loll#like one guy who would just jump out at you while you were leaving the dance floor and tried to hug you and buy you a drink#he also found me again later and kept trying to get my Instagram loll but itâs that vibe you get around.#cishet men when you know they donât like you as a person they just want to get any woman (even though Iâm non-binary)#and I never feel bad saying no to guys like that loll plus I have a partner but even if I didnât it still be a no lmao#and then another guy tried to pour his beer into my friendâs drink as I was carrying it back to the table for her from the bar#and it was so weird and gross like why would I want you to do that?!?#anyways my conclusion is being tipsy and silly with your friends can be fun!#but the culture around alcohol enables so many harmful behaviors and makes ppl unsafe! esp women queer and trans ppl and poc!#I also had to walk my partner home one time bc they drank so much and got so depressed they almost tried to hurt themselves#and I couldnât leave them alone bc I was worried theyâd try something again#just havenât had great experiences and Iâm one of the âluckyâ ones for not experiencing anything worse!#personal
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So basically, in a case about him shoving money at someone so they shut up about him. . .he canât shut the fuck up himself. I would say something clever and funny here, except the sad part is that this is just so normal in current politics that itâs just. . .not hilariously absurd behavior anymore? Not to say that itâs not absurd - it is beyond such, but it is just. . . predictable, I suppose.
I guess this is how I feel about politics lately? Either I get mad at everything or I try to laugh at everything and normally that works because politicians usually arenât so tragically stupid so very often, but now I just kinda have to chuckle at the particularly eyeroll worthy things like this, and try to ignore everything else or my brain will explode.
#maybe thatâs my biggest pet peeve about the current state of politics#Normally I like having discussions with people#of various mindsets and lifestyles and backgrounds#while my personal standpoint about many if not most political things is pretty solid. I also enjoy finding out more about things.#Itâs always nice to learn more about things.#when it gets to a point like this or letâs be real-a point like where it got a few months ago when. More like a couple years ago honestly#Thereâs just so much. Too much. And two try to process all of it especially in a way such that one keeps up with useful discussion? oof.#I know I meant to do something else in these tags â something more specific â but at least on mobile#I just lost like three tags because the one I was working on hit 140 but when I was warned#I didnât get to backspace or anything. I just kind of deleted the whole thing.#And in my confusion and attempt to undo what I had done#I managed to backspace a couple times and lose the finish tag above that one#and of course my first attempt at explaining that I had lost two tags turned into three tags because#I lost the first attempts that said two tags because it went over and yet again my attempt of not backspace this time#I just lost another two tags and then at this point I donât even remember where I was going with this train of thought either#tl;dr: I wish I could take as much amusement from this as I want to but I canât because shit like this is just so fucking normal#but hey itâs better than January 6 or trying to nuke a hurricane so I suppose I can live with it#right so I realize that I got to read all of the things I just typed in the page before this#so I did and while I have a laughable amount of nowhere near the fuck enough spoons#thereâs a very good chance I am going to come back to this when I get on my iPad or PC#Thereâs also a very good chance Iâm going to completely forget this post exists if not the app entirely#but given that I finally downloaded this on my actual phone instead of my tablet for the first time in years#And I just lost another fucking tag#this time naturally it had to be one with Contant that I remember as semantically important#but similarly naturally of course I donât bloody well remember#right so I am going to go back to the stuff I was doing now cause I was doing stuff before I saw a Tumblr notification#which I didnât actually look at at the time but but I can absolutely be sure that it was a hefty part of the reason why#when I found something that I wanted to post about and a context that had a larger audience and not just individuals#didnât have FB/Reddit (tho lbr I would probably have a 6 foot nose if I tried to imply they were great social networks)#which goes back to seeing the tumblr notif & still having a big Nostalgia so. hi here i am
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Toji Fushiguro
Pairing: Actor!Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader
Warnings: MDNI!, smut, oral sex (m. receiving), spitting, vaginal sex, creampie, angst, family fluff, toji has like 50 kids (4) and tries to be a good dad
Summary: Toji's selfishness is getting in the way of your family. When he notices that your family is slowly falling apart, he does what he can to hold it together.
*Actually a long oneshot! for @ayyy-pee's collab
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âACTOR TOJI FUSHIGURO SPOTTED GETTING A LITTLE TOO COZY WITH NEW CO-STARâ
The headlines are everywhere, itâs nearly impossible for you to ignore them. Itâs not only the headlines but the pictures, the videos, the talk shows, the clear chemistry between themâ And if that isnât enough, the messages and calls you receive asking if youâre okay, are driving you insane. You donât know how much more you can take of this.
Toji wanted to venture out of his usual villain role, wanting to do something more lighthearted, more fun. Whenever heâd audition for anything where he wasnât the bad guy, he would get a simple answer: youâre not the guy weâre looking for. Truth is, Toji is too intimidating and lacks the look of the perfect picture man that theyâre looking to cast in romcoms. You arenât going to lie and say that you were bothered by this, because in fact, you were glad he wasnât.
As selfish as it sounds, you were happy with the fact that Toji was getting stuck in the same villain roles. Heâs already famous enough, and you have more than enough money, he doesnât really need the lead role since it means that heâll spend even more time away from his family. But you lie to yourself because if he got the lead in any other movie, youâd be ecstatic for him.Â
The dreaded day came, and Toji got a call from his agent. An offer for a lead role in a new and upcoming romcom. It was hard for you to be happy for him, even though your husband was so excited to venture out of his usual character. âHeâs going to kiss someone elseâ was the first thought that came into your mind, and then you realized that movies nowadays are so much more explicit than just a kiss.Â
Toji wasnât supposed to, but he told you about a couple of things in the movie. He was so excited, and he couldnât keep a thing from his wife. He told you of the characters, the plot, the scenes he was most excited about and the scenes he was worried aboutâ The steamy scenes where Toji will be stripped to nothing with his tongue down another womanâs throat.Â
Jealousy would consume you for the next months, realizing that your husband is going to pretend to be with some other woman; however, you canât be too mad, since itâs all just happening in front of a camera. Youâre the only woman Toji loves, you know so. You shouldnât take this too seriously.
Until the relationship came off the cameras because the pair has undeniable chemistry, and the directors thought that hinting they were having an affair would make for great promo. You nearly begged Toji not to do it, but he didnât listen. He wants to ensure the movieâs success, which you understand but itâs humiliating for you and your family.
Youâre upset with him, and Toji knows this, but heâs allowed to be selfish. Heâs wanted this, and heâll do just about anything to make sure everything goes smoothly, he can risk having you mad at him for a few months. Although, heâll admit that it sucks because youâre so cold with him.
âHow about we take the kids and go out for dinner tonight?â Toji asks, watching as you get out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel. He wants to go on a date with just the two of you, but he also misses his kids. It doesnât matter what Toji suggests either way, because you ignore him. He clears his throat, repeating, âHow about we go out for dinner?â
âHuh?â You respond, acting as if you hadnât heard him before, and Toji doesnât know whether to laugh or roll his eyes. Toji repeats the question a third time and you proceed to answer, âIâm going out tonight, I canât.â
âWhat are you and the kids doing?â Toji questions, wondering why he wasnât invited. He guesses he knows why, but you shouldâve at least tried to make the effort since it involves your kids.
âIâm going out, the kids are staying with the nanny.â You tell him, which makes his eyebrows perk up. Toji stands up from the bed, walking over to you. He hugs you from behind, planting a kiss on your shoulder.
âHow about weââ He begins but you proceed to cut him off before he can even finish his sentence.
âIâm going out with friends. Without you.â You answer, removing Tojiâs arms from your waist. You walk to the closet to find your outfit for the night, and Toji canât seem to leave you alone, following behind you like a lost puppy.Â
âYou donât have to be so cold.â He argues, and you pay no attention to him. You were clear that you didnât want this to go this far, yet he let it happen. You can be as mad as you want to be with him. âWhat are you planning to do anyway? Cause a scandal to get back at me?â
âIâm allowed to have fun, am I not, Toji?â You respond. You simply want to go out without thinking of your husband and all the embarrassment his job is bringing. If it causes a scandal, then so be it.
âThen why are you so set on going alone?â He replies, and you scoff. You canât believe the audacity.
âI just want to be away from you because you humiliate me.â You finally look at him, shooting him a glare. It shouldnât hurt because heâs caused his own problems, but it still hurts to hear that from his wife, âI was upset about the movie, sure, but I knew you wanted to do it so I bit my tongue. This publicity stunt is too far, and I told you not to do it over and over again, but you did it. Fine. Youâre an adult.â
âAnd? You know itâs not real.â He argues, which only ticks you off more. You wonât raise your voice because your children are wide awake, and you donât want them to hear as you yell at their father.
âDo you know how many pity messages Iâve gotten? The amount of calls? Iâm just the poor victim to all of them, and also the stupid woman that wonât leave her husband.â You respond, and he opens his mouth to argue that itâll be over soon. In a couple of months the truth will come to light and everything will go back to normal. âThe kids are getting teased about it too. Megumi is old enough to know itâs a stunt, but the other three arenât.â
âWhat do you mean the two year old and five year old are also affected by this?â He questions in a mocking tone, which tells you that he isnât fully believing you. You feel your blood boil, and you take a deep breath to keep yourself calm. Youâre not letting him get the best of you.
âWell, considering that the ten year old canât keep his mouth shut and tells the other two that mommy and daddy are getting a divorce, Iâd say yes, they are affected by this.â You try to remain stoic, keeping your voice low and calm. Toji bites down his lip, his eyes going wide at the realization that his ten year old refusing to talk to him wasnât just a simple tantrum. âI tried to tell him that everything is fine between us, but he didnât exactly believe me.â
âIs that why theyâre refusing to talk to me?â Tojiâs demeanor changes, becoming somber in a matter of seconds. You end up shrugging, not really knowing why your son is acting the way he is, but you can only assume itâs because of it.Â
âIâm not sure. Probably.â You donât care to really find a solution to his problems since youâre upset with him too. He needs to realize that his actions not only affect him but also his family. You watch as the man walks over to the bed to take a seat and think of what to do with this new piece of information. And while youâre mad at him, you still love him and want to help him out one way or another. You focus on getting yourself ready while you tell him, âHow about you take them out tonight? Explain to them that everything is fine between us andââ
âWill you come with us?â He interrupts you, making you click your tongue.
âIâm going out, you can deal with the issues that youâve caused, alone.â You answer, and Toji furrows his eyebrows. He knows that he canât exactly be too mad at you because youâre right, he caused his own problems. âTake them somewhere to eat, watch a movie with them, play with them. I donât know. Iâm laying it all out for you, Toji. You can decide whatâs best.â
âWhat about you?â He asks, and you donât even care to entertain him, sitting in front of your vanity to do your makeup. Toji has to repeat himself, and you sigh.
âFigure it out.âÂ
âRyo, are you ready?!â Toji yells down the hallway, but his ten-year-old doesnât answer. Toji simply goes ignored, and the man tries to remain calm. Getting mad isnât going to do him any good, yelling angrily at his son isnât going to make Ryo any less mad.Â
You left around thirty minutes ago, and Toji spent the entire time trying to convince you to stay; however, his efforts were in vain. You didnât care enough to listen which shouldnât really shock him, heâs still upset though. After you left, he began getting his daughters ready to go out, telling his sons to put on something comfortable since theyâre going out to dinner.
Now that both of his girls are ready, heâs simply waiting on his sons. Toji knows that Megumi is somewhat ready, but he isnât sure about Ryo.Â
âAimi, baby, can you wait downstairs while I check on your brother?â Toji asks his five-year-old, and she nods in response. Toji has to talk to his son alone, but he canât do so with the two-year-old thatâs on his hip. He knows that Aimi isnât going to cause any trouble, but the little one that he holds is either going to get hurt or cause a big mess. Heâs dismissed the nanny, and he canât exactly leave her alone with Aimi.Â
Before making his way to Ryoâs room, Toji walks over to Megumiâs door. He harshly knocks on the door and puts Emi down in front of it, as if Toji were the stork himself. Emi is about to run after her papa but Megumi opens the door, and she squeals when she sees her beloved older brother.
âWhat?!â Megumi yells down the hallway when he spots his father. Megumi picks up Emi from the floor, ensuring that she doesnât run away.
âIâm going to talk to Ryo! Make sure she doesnât get hurt!â Toji responds, and Megumi sighs. Not that he particularly minds, but Toji couldâve at the very least waited until Megumi had her in his arms. Megumi clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disappointment before telling his sister,
âWhat are we going to do with him?â And she shrugs in response.
âI donât know.â She answers, which makes Megumi laugh. He walks out of the room and goes downstairs to join his other sister.Â
Toji stands in front of Ryoâs door. He knocks but heâs met with no response. Toji isnât willing to respect his kidsâ privacy, not when he pays for everything they have. Toji opens the door to the room, finding Ryo in his pajamas, playing with his console. Perhaps this would be the perfect time to have a heart-to-heart with his son, explain everything thatâs going onâ But would Toji really think of that right away?
âChange. Weâre going out.â Itâs an order, and Ryo doesnât like it. Heâs about to ignore Toji but Toji snatches the console thatâs in the boyâs hands. âDonât act like a fucking brat. Change. Weâve taught you better.â
âIâm staying with mom.â Ryo mutters, angrily getting out of bed to do as his father says. Toji wonât lie and say that the words donât hurt him, but he remains stoic.Â
âHurry up. Your siblings are waiting.â Toji says before leaving the room, the console in his hand. He has to hide it before leaving.
âNo more.â Emi pushes her plate away after taking a few bites of the food she ordered. Sheâs barely eaten, Toji wants to make sure that at the very least she finishes a chicken tender.Â
âCan you at least finish this, please? Youâve barely eaten, princess.â Toji asks her, but she shakes her head. Toji has to find a way to bribe her, but first he has to deal with Megumi and Aimi who bicker about⌠Something.
âChew with your mouth closed, donât be gross.â Megumi corrects her, but Aimi isnât going to listen to someone who isnât her mother⌠Occasionally she listens to Toji, but itâs rare.
âI donât care!â She yells, and Tojiâs face slowly gets red with embarrassment. People are slowly looking at the tableâ Itâs funny because he really thought that having Megumi here would be useful. Instead, heâs yelling back and forth with his five-year-old sister.
âYouâre nasty, Aimi!â
âYour face is nasty!â
âWill you two quiet down?!â Toji half yells. His eyes linger on Megumi, âRemind me how old you are.â
âSixteen.â Megumi answers, reality setting in when he says his age. His cheeks slowly turn pink as he waits for his father to say his next sentence.
âAnd youâre arguing with a five-year-old? Loudly, in a restaurant, dare I add.â Toji says, and Megumi pushes his plate away because heâs suddenly lost his appetite. Toji hadnât realized just how hard it was to deal with all four kids without any helpâ Well, three kids since Ryo isnât talking. Heâs not doing anything. Toji clears his throat before asking, âDo you like the food, Ryo?â
Ryo doesnât answer, and itâs slowly driving Toji to his limit. Heâs talking to everybody but Toji, the moment Toji addresses him, he goes silent. Toji looks at Megumi and points at Emi, âGet your sister to eat.â
âRyo, talk to me. Your mom and I are fine.â Toji claims, but Ryo doesnât say anything because things clearly arenât fineâ After all, everyone is talking about it. Toji is essentially ruining the family by running off with his co-star.
âRyo, do you want my leftovers?â Aimi asks her big brother and he hums in response, taking the plate from her. Toji takes a deep breath to remain calm. Ryo technically didnât even say a word, he just hummed in response, Toji canât be mad about that. Then Aimi asks, âDo you think daddy will get dessert? I think they have ice cream.â
âThe key lime pie is better, plus we have ice cream at home.â Ryo argues and Toji gets an idea on how to get his son to talk to him.
âDo you really want the key lime pie? I thought you liked cheesecake better.â Toji comments, and Ryo doesnât answer. He proceeds to talk to his little sister, and Toji canât take it. He slams his hand on the table and causes a scene, âFor fuckâs sake, Ryo! Donât ignore me!â
If all eyes werenât on them before, they definitely are now. The cherry on top is Megumi who tells Emi, âSee, heâs going to do that to you if you donât finish whatâs on your plate.â
Emi begins to cry her little heart out, and Toji lets out the biggest sigh. Curse the day he decided to have kids.
âIâm not going to do anything to you, Emi.â Toji says, but sheâs crying and stuffing her face out of fear. Everyone is looking at him, some people surely recognize him. At least this fits the narrative that his family is falling apart, and while it was all a stunt at first, itâs starting to feel real.
Itâs his fault, he canât blame anyone else but himself.
âFinish up, weâre going home.â Toji sounds defeated, and he is. Taking the kids out to dinner should not be this hard.Â
âWhat about dessert?â Aimiâs voice is filled with disappointment.
âDessert isnât happening because you kids donât know how to behave.â Toji answers, and Aimi crosses her arms, a pout on her lips. Toji wanted to make things better with his kids, but unknowingly, heâs made them worse.
âNight, night, princess.â Toji kisses Aimiâs forehead, but she doesnât care to even acknowledge him. She doesnât say anything, turning to her side so she doesnât have to look at him. Toji sighs, âYouâre ignoring me too, huh?â
She doesnât say anything, which doesnât really upset Toji. Sheâs just mad that she didnât get dessert, tomorrow sheâll be fine with him again. He kisses her temple before telling her, âI love you.â
He knows waiting for an answer is useless, so he turns off the lamp and walks out of the door. Aimi will eventually get out of bed and run after him to apologize because she feels bad since she loves her daddy so much.Â
Toji closes the door, and he looks for Ryoâs console. Once the console is in his hand, Toji goes to his sonâs room. Toji doesnât bother knocking because he knows he wonât get a response. Ryo has the lights turned off, trying to sleep since thereâs nothing better for him to do. But Toji knows that the child isnât sleeping, heâs just like you, he tosses and turns a million times in the night before actually succumbing to slumber.
âHereâs the console, kiddo. Thanks for going out with us tonight.â Toji says, putting the console on Ryoâs dresser before walking over to his side to press a kiss on Ryoâs temple. Toji hears some sniffling coming from his son, which makes the man want to fall to his knees and cry as well.Â
Toji has four kids, heâs heard them cry many times before for trivial things. Heâs never really felt this before with one of them because he really wasnât at fault. He was doing things for their own good⌠But this time heâs doing all of this for his own selfish reasons.Â
âMy baby boy, please talk to me.â Toji kneels down by the bed, hoping that his son will finally say something to him. Itâs killing him slowly, he just wants to talk to him. Toji doesnât want his kid to hate him, but it feels like Ryo is slowly getting there.
âI donât want you and mommy to get a divorce.â Ryo finally speaks up, and Tojiâs heart breaks when he hears him call you mommy, considering Ryo started calling you mom the day he turned eight. Toji stops kneeling, taking a seat on the edge of the bed.Â
âEverything is fine between me and your mommy.â Toji says although itâs hard to believe. Theyâre not fine, but youâre not getting a divorce either. âWe just have to talk things out, but weâre not getting a divorce.â
âAll of my friends are talking about you and how you two will end up splitting.â Ryo finally sits up on the bed, and Toji doesnât really understand why this is even a topic of conversation for Ryoâs friends, but it is and Toji has to deal with it. âAnd itâs your fault.â
It is, Toji canât really say otherwise. But he isnât splitting up the familyâ At least not by having an affair like the news claim.
âRyo, I promise you that your mom and I are not splitting up.â Toji tries to reassure his son, but Toji isnât all too sure himself. âWe are having some issues, but itâs not because of what your friends are telling you. What theyâre telling you is not real.â
âButââ Heâs about to keep going but Toji has to cut him off. Toji canât keep defending himself, he keeps using the same argument over and over again and he doesnât know how many times he can actually say the same words.
âDid you ask your mommy about this?â Toji asks, and his son nods in response. Ryo has asked a million times and you always have the same answer.Â
âYeah⌠She said that you two were okay.â He replies, yet he doesnât believe a single word of it. Toji is growing frustrated, but he canât let it show. His whole job is to pretend to be someone else, to act out certain feelings and suppress the actual emotions that run through his body, he should be able to do that, right?
âThen why donât you believe us? Your friends donât know whatâs happening in our relationship.â Toji points out, but thatâs not enough for Ryo.
âI know mommy was lying.âÂ
âWhat do you mean? Did she tell you she was lying?â Tojiâs confused. Ryo is ten, heâs not smart enough to spot a lie, especially from you. Youâre a damn good actress, when you show your emotions itâs on purpose, and Toji doubts you were purposely showing your emotions.
âI was going to ask her something and I saw her cryingâŚâ Ryo confesses, and Toji furrows his eyebrows. Heâs certainly hasnât heard that, but Toji clears his throat before arguing,
âYou do know that your mom has a completely different life and she couldâve been crying for something that doesnât involve me, right?â Toji is sure that the crying had to do with him, but he isnât going to let that be known. Ryo nods in response, since what his father says does make sense. Toji ruffles his sonâs hair before kissing his forehead, âNext time youâre mad at me, donât give me the silent treatment.â
âI wonât.â Ryo answers, although neither of them are too sure that heâll keep up with his word. Toji stands up and gives the gaming console to his son, and Ryo wastes no time in taking it.Â
âYou can stay up late tonight.â Toji tells him, which puts a smile on his face. Toji also walks away with a smile on his lips, feeling victorious after getting his son to talk to him. Toji exits the room, gently shutting the door behind him.
Toji begins his walk to Megumiâs room, planning to check up on him. However, when his hand touches the doorknob, he feels a pair of tiny arms wrap around his leg. He looks down to find his five-year-old hugging him. He chuckles, âWhatâs up, Aimi?â
âPapa, Iâm sorry. I love you too.â Tears are streaming down her face, feeling guilty about not telling her daddy that she loves him back. Toji picks her up from the ground, wiping her tears away and kissing her cheek.
âMy little princess, Iâll get you some ice cream tomorrow.â He assures her, rubbing her back. She continues to wipe her tears because once they begin, theyâre hard to stop. He takes her back to her room, reads her a story and puts her to bed once again.Â
Toji continues what he was doing, checking up on his kids before going to bed himself. He waits for you, but it gets late. His eyes are closing on their own and before he knows it, he falls asleep. Heâs getting old.
âToji, babyââ Youâre calling out to him. It takes a moment for him to open his eyes, but they open rapidly when he feels you kissing his cheeks. Itâs definitely nice to feel you kissing him after barely acknowledging him the last couple of days. Still, he canât help but question,
âAre you drunk?â You keep kissing him. He doesnât smell any alcohol on your breath, but that doesnât really answer anything. He feels your hand go down his torso to his sweatpants. Youâre just incredibly horny, thatâs a good enough reason. Your hand goes to his sweatpants, wrapping around the base of his cock before lazily stroking it. âWhat happened to you? What have you done to my wife?â
âI just need you. Need you so bad.â You say in between kisses. Your lips are on his neck, and Toji really canât complain. He misses your touch so muchâ But what the hell happened to you? You were barely talking to him a couple of hours ago; either youâre on something or something happened to you.
âWhat happened, baby?â He stops you. Your hand comes out of his hands and you get on top of him. Your lips go on his, your tongue quickly entering his mouth and pressing against his. Youâre avoiding the answer, and Toji grows worried. Youâre grinding on him, and itâs hard for him to have a clear mind when all the blood rushes to his dick. He doesnât remember the last time he touched you. Youâve been so mad at him that you shut him down the moment that he initiates something.
Toji wants to enjoy it, and his body is but his mind thinks about the fact that nothing has been solved. Heâs not done anything to apologize to you, so he immediately thinks that youâve done something. It takes every bit of him to push you away even though he doesnât want to. Youâre so gorgeous while youâre on top of him like this, that he doesnât want to ask the question but he has to, âWhat did you do?â
âWhat do you mean what did I do?â You furrow your brows, and Toji clicks his tongue. He canât believe that youâre initiating something and heâs stopping it. One week ago he wouldâve been beating himself up for passing up on this opportunity, but he has to know why you changed your mind.Â
âYouâve been mad at me, and now youâre all over me when I havenât apologized.â Toji points out, and you suck in your bottom lip between your teeth. That confirms that youâve done something bad, and his heart beat speeds up, thinking of the worst.
âI met a guyâŚâ You begin and Tojiâs heart breaks. He doesnât need to hear the rest of it because he knows. Tears well up in his eyes and he tries to take a deep breath. Yeah, he knew his actions would have consequences but not this. âWe flirted a bit, just having fun and then he invited me back to his placeââ
âYou donât have toââ Toji is about to cut you off, and heâs reasonably thinking the worst.
âI didnât go back with him. I remembered the amazing husband I have, how much I love him, how amazing he is at everything he does. I wasnât going to risk losing you even though Iâm mad at you.â You have to interrupt him before he gets into his head. You press a subtle kiss on his jaw before your lips go to his ear, âBut if you see some headlines tomorrow, donât get mad at me.â
âYou scared the shit out of me.â He chuckles. He guesses heâs getting a taste of his own medicine, but heâs not mad after his initial scare. Your lips go back on his, but they donât last long before moving down his neck and torso. Your mouth kisses to his nipple, your tongue circling around it which makes him bite down his lip.Â
Toji is sensitive. Just about anything will make him cum. You continue to kiss down his body until his sweatpants obstruct your path. You desperately push them down, while Toji reaches for the lamp to turn it on. He has a particular love for watching you while you take care of him.
Your hand wraps around the base while you spit on his cock. You stroke his cock a couple of times before your tongue circles the tip of his cock. You take your time working him up before you lower your mouth on his cock, taking in as much as you can take.
If Toji had known that this is how his night wouldâve ended by letting you go out, he wouldnât have tried to talk you out of it. A pathetic moan leaves his lips, feeling your warm mouth wrapped around him. Heâs missed this, fuck.Â
He wants to push your head down, forcing you to take all of himâ Which he normally does, but itâs not going to end well. Toji knows well that youâll stop, and he wonât risk that tonight. This is a sweet treat that he doesnât deserve, heâs not going to risk losing it.Â
You try to take all of him in your mouth either way, tears building up in your eyes as you gag, eventually spilling and messing up the makeup that was already coming apart. This is what Toji loves, watching the makeup that you work so hard on, fall apart just for him. And you do it because you want to. Because you love the taste of him on your tongue.
You take him out of your mouth, using your hand to stroke his cock. Tojiâs moaning with your every touch, itâs hard not to. Youâre just so fucking perfect with everything you do that itâs hard for him to contain himself.
âBaby, pleaseââ He sounds so pathetic. Toji is usually much meaner in this situation, but circumstances have obviously changed. He just wants to feel your mouth wrapped around his cock. âUse your mouth, baby. Pleaseââ
âHow can I say no to you?â You chuckle before your mouth wraps around his cock again. You take as much as you can take, your hand stroking what your mouth canât reach. Heâs shutting his eyes, moaning your name as his climax approaches.Â
His cum hits the back of your throat, and you raise your head. You swallow it, sticking your tongue out so he can check it. Toji sits up, his hand going down to your chin, thumb into your mouth. The bit of submissiveness that you had witnessed quickly fades.Â
âWhoâs my good girl?â He asks, your tongue circling around his thumb. He wants to know what happened that has you so aroused, but as long as you didnât get physical, he doesnât care. He takes his thumb out, a string of your saliva connecting it to your lips. He orders, âOpen your mouth.â
As soon as your mouth opens, he spits in it. You donât waste a second before swallowing. Toji lips meet yours again, his tongue messily entering your mouth and pressing against yours. You readjust your legs, knees on either side of him. Youâre grinding on him again, and the man pulls away from the kiss, not doing so without biting your lip first.Â
âYou want me to fuck you, baby? You need me?â He asks as you push your panties to the side. Youâre aligning him with your entrance, softly moaning as you push yourself down on him. You canât wait any longer, you desperately need him. You softly moan as he fills you up, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head. Youâre sure no one will ever feel as good as Toji.
âWas thinking so much about you, baby. I missed you, Toji.â You moan, throwing your head back. You give yourself a moment to get adjusted to him before moving back and forth on his cock. His cock brushes your sweet spot, driving you insane.Â
Toji shuts his eyes, getting lost in the moment. Heâs missed you so much too, but he canât speak right now because heâs groaning. He canât believe that heâs gone so long without you⌠He shouldnât have agreed to doing that publicity stunt in the first place.Â
âYou feel so fucking good, baby.â Toji moans, his hands going to your hips as you move on him. He hands roam, looking for the zipper of your dress, pulling it down so he can take your dress off you. His lips go to yours, your moans translating into his lips.Â
Youâre bouncing on him, his lips going down to suck on your neck. You let your moans roam into the air, feeling overwhelmed with how good youâre feeling. Toji barely even tries and he makes you feel euphoric. Maybe you were having second thoughts, but then you remembered just how perfect your husband is.
Toji pulls out, putting you down on the bed. He puts your legs on his shoulders before sliding back into you. He sets the pace, much faster than how you were going. Your hands are gripping the bed sheets, loudly moaning as your husband pounds into you.
âYouâre so perfect, baby. Youâre everything to me.â He praises you while one hand goes to play with your clit. Youâre almost at your limit, and he feels it as your cunt squeezes around him. He says through gritted teeth, âYouâre so fucking tight.â
âOh fuck, Tojiâ Iâm gonnaââ You announce, so close to reaching your peak.Â
âI know, babyâ fuck, I know.â He groans. Youâre driving him insane, itâs the effect that you have on him after not being with him for a while. God knows he needed this.
You loudly moan his name, your legs quivering when you reach your high. Itâs hard for you to last when his cock reaches deep, and reaches all the right spots. Toji canât help but praise you when you come, âThatâs my good girl, thatâs my fucking good girl.â
Tojiâs thrusts begin to get sloppy, even though he wants to stay buried inside you for as long as he can. His hands hold on to your hips, nails digging into your soft flesh.Â
âInside of me, baby, do it inside me.â You tell him, knowing heâs nearing his release. You need to feel his warmth in every possible way, and Toji isnât going to turn you down, certainly not with this.Â
Toji comes to a stop, groaning before filling you up with his warm cum. He stays buried inside of you until making sure every droop is inside of you. His lips go down to yours, kissing you as he pulls out.Â
âIâve missed you, love.â He says before you both get comfortable in bed. Youâll wait a minute before going to the bathroom to clean yourself up.Â
âFor the record, Iâm still mad at you.â You say before kissing his cheek, causing him to laugh. You stand up, walking to the bathroom to take a shower before going to bed, and he follows behind because heâs truly lost without you.Â
âYouâre here late.â He points out, unsure of what to say next.
âWhen you donât have the kids with you, things go surprisingly smooth⌠Speaking of, how was your night?â You get in the shower, and Toji is staring. Heâs watching every single one of your movements, even when he tries to tear his eyes away, he canât. You're just so perfect in every way, how can he look away?
âWhy did we have so many kids? They made the night so difficult.â Toji shares, and he hears you laugh. Itâs no surprise to you, youâve handled the kids on your own so many times before, and you always swear that you wonât even think of having another oneâ But then Emi comes to you with her teddy bear and begs for cuddles which makes you reconsider.
âWelcome to my world.â You respond, and Toji chuckles. He lightly bites down his lip, debating if he wants to go back to bed. He really doesnât, so he decides to join you in your shower.
âSo youâre less mad?â He asks, grabbing your sponge and pouring some body wash on it. Toji kisses your shoulder before he begins lightly scrubbing your body. You hum in response, and he can only wonder what you were up toâ But he canât complain. He couldnât care less what you were doing as long as youâre not mad at him.
âIâm still upset though, donât get me wrong.â You say as you take the sponge from his hand and use it on him. You peck his lips before muttering, âMy husband has still been misbehaving, I wonât forgive him so easily.â
Toji doesnât know how to come back from that so easily, so he ponders his answer. He helps you clean up.
âI talked to Ryo.â Toji announces, and you cock your eyebrow. Before you can ask about the details, Toji explains everything to you, ending off his sentence with, âWhy were you crying?â
âLife gets tough when your husband is allegedly cheating on you.â You answer, and Toji bites his tongue. You have said a million times how you hate this arrangement, and Toji has been too selfish to consider your emotions. Itâs not like youâve been silent about how much you hate this. He canât exactly be too mad at the fact that youâve been ignoring him when itâs deserved.Â
âIâm sorry, baby.â Is all he manages to say. You turn off the water, and get out of the shower, Toji following your lead again, even though heâs barely washed himself. You have your towel wrapped around him, while he opts out of getting his towel.
âI think youâll need a bigger apology, but I guess sex is good too.â You answer, but thatâs not enough for him.
âIâll call my agent and tell him that itâs off.â He says, and you stop in your tracks.
âNo! Youâve already done this much, the premiere is soon. Stick with it for now and just clear up your name after.â Youâre quick to object. That movie better do great after all youâve been through for this. Youâve suffered for months, you can put up with some more judgment for another month or so.
âBut now I feel horrible.â He responds, and you sigh. âI want to apologize.â
You take a couple of steps toward him, your hands meeting behind his neck. You kiss his lips before telling him, âAnother little Emi will suffice.â
âWoman, how dare you?! After the night Iâve had, that thought makes my dick flaccid. Donât you ever suggest having more kids!â He argues, and you look down. His words certainly donât match his feelings.
âAre you sure about that?â You ask him, and he sighs. He isnât going to lie to you, and he isnât going to tell you that youâre right, so he does the next best thing, picking you up and carrying you to the bed.
You have a long night of apologies ahead of you.
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What would happen if gojo has 2 babies? And they both start crying at the same time and poor gojo has to find a solution in this situation 𼲠his younger baby that is only months old starts crying which makes the older sibling that's 2 years older wake up and starts crying đ
little voice â gojo satoru x f!reader
youâre on a girlsâ vacation. itâs okay. itâs cool.
but it isnât.
throughout his entire life of fighting curses, emotional trauma, technique training, and unending migraines, he has never felt so much stress like he does right now.
his two kids are truly angels: full of kindness, compassion andâas expected of a child of gojo satoruâfull of mischief.
they also share the same amount of love he has for you and, of course, even more. so separate two kids who adore their mother and you get chaos.
satoru just found out that the one who keeps the balance in the house is you, and thinking back about it, it shouldâve been obvious because everyone in this house listens to you.
for example, one time when you were out on a simple visit to nanami to take some of the sweet bread he has, you had strictly told satoru to put the two kids to sleep at 8:30 exactly.
he thought itâs too early, but then you explained to him that s/n sleeping gave him time and freedom to look after your baby daughter who was, admittedly, a handful that would not sleep unless she was carried.
so satoru obediently listened, or at least he tried to.
a shameful failed trial at that.
in his defense, what was he supposed to do when s/n gave him puppy eyes asked for a mere 10 minutes more, say no? of course not!
so, like the great father he is, he gave him a couple more minutes, and nothing will make satoru regret his decision since to him his sonâs smile is worth the world.
âŚexcept maybe the chandelier that is now on the floor and his precious baby daughter who just took one the biggest poops he has known of and his son who is panicking about how to clean this mess before you come home.
and come home you did and to all this mess.
swiftly, you picked up your daughter and changed her diaper, even making her giggle and squeal in between.
then you hugged your son and cleaned up the shattered glass together and disposed of the chandelier. lastly, you stood in front of your husband with a big frown after youâve put the kids to sleep.
satoru could swear that he couldnât fall more in love with you. hell, he could even twirl you around and kiss you breathless, but he feels like that would just lead him to the couch.
so he works to butter you up first before trying anything, âhey my sweet cute honeypieââ
you simply quirk an eyebrow.
and he falls to his knees, âI am sorry! I just couldnât resist his puppy eyes! you shouldâve seen them; he looked so cute!â
âI saw them a million times before he was even born, âtoru.â
your husband gasps, âhow!?â
âour son is an exact copy of you, sweetie.â
so yeah that was one of too many times, and if it isnât apparent that you are the mediator then satoru wants to let the world know that even his students listen to you.
like that one time at school when the first years were caught up fighting with each other, the second years were trying to pull them apart, and satoru was too busy cackling at them while holding d/n that no one noticed pandaâs little tail beingâgod knows whyâon fire, not even panda himself.
that was until your precious son tugged at your husbandâs shirt and pointed at panda, saying a simple sentence (phrase), âpapa, panda fire.â
satoruâs eyes zero on panda then they widen, before he gapes, âoh shit, youâre right!â
âbad word!â
âsorry!â
however, despite satoru almost bolting to put out the fire, panda was finally able to smell it and hummed, âsomethingâs being cooked.â then he looked at his tail, âoh itâs me.â
hit the panic button.
âI am being cooked!â he screams and starts running around, âpanda meat doesnât taste good; I promise!â
the rest start running after him with the intention to help, but panda could only translate it into one thing as he screamed, âdonât eat me!!â
âno one is gonna eat you, dumbass!!â maki yelled but to no avail as no one could get to the panicked panda.
your husband is running as well, half taking photos and videos and half ensuring that d/n does not fall from his handsâconsidering how she keeps giggling, squealing, and wriggling her entire body.
ijichi took matters into his own hands and called the only person he knows will be able to solve this.
âhello?â
âpanda is on fire, the kids are running after him, and gojo is just recording!â he wails, eyes frantically following said people then straying to a particularly small person, âalso s/n is trying to eat the grass.â
âwhat?!â
and like lightning, youâre on the field. you lightly scold s/n and tell him to cover his ears.
you turn to the walking fire hazard and scream, âeveryone stop! and panda get over here!â
âyes maâam!â
he stands still in front of you, almost ignoring his âfieryâ tail. you effectively put it out and ruffle his fur until he calms down. the others take turns in greeting you and getting their daily dose of motherly hugs.
your son sprints to you and holds onto your leg, refusing to let go.
and they all make way for the star of the show: the all-mighty gojo satoru.
he beams, âwifey, yet again you save the day!â
he easily picks up s/n and pulls the four of you into one big hug. he rubs his cheek against yours, âhave I told you how much I love you?â
âI was gone for 3 minutes.â
âI havenât?!â he gasps, completely ignoring you, âI am a terrible husband!â
he sobs and starts slowly melting to the ground where he believes a âdisrespectful, good-for-nothing husband who doesnât tell his wife just how much he loves herâ.
anyway, back to the present. the kids have been miraculously put to sleepâa process that satoru does not have the time nor the energy to describe.
when he stops âreminiscing â, he starts paling at the fact that all of these were mere examples of things going wrong without you, and you were in the freaking area.
now, youâre not 10 steps away, and satoru is feeling very threatened.
he is sprawled out on the couch, eye bags ever so prominent. he sighs and lets his head fall back, grateful for the silence that fills the house, but he hates it at the same time.
satoru was never fond of silenceâthe type that feels so heavy on the heartâeven when he was a teenager. it gives space and time to think about all the things he is desperate to avoid.
he did eventually come to love silence but only the silence that accompanies the times he spends with you, but thatâs a story for another time though.
opening his eyes, he looks around and his gaze lands on your recent family photo. his smile is almost instantaneous.
if thereâs anything he will rub in suguruâs face when they meet is that he managed to score himself such a lovely wife and an adoring family, a real family. he mentally writes a plus one on the score chart between him and suguru then relaxes.
he would like to scurry to the bed where your scent still lingers, but his fatigue has simply chained him to the couchâhe is overreacting youâre only gone for three days.
so, he decides, itâs time to rest and hope for a dream where he gets to hold you and live with his longing until he can feel your lips against his skin again.
the great gojo satoru closes his eyes and welcomes his slumber.
that is until, his little sweetheart decides to breakout into a wail, effectively causing her dadâs eyes to snap open.
he jumps to his feet and sprints to her room, âd/n, whatâs wrong, honey?â
he softly cradles her in hisâgiganticâarms and starts rocking her slowly. âitâs okay; papaâs here,â he murmurs in hopes of calming down, but his daughter doesnât register his voice yet.
she can, however, feel his all too familiar chest against her cheek, so she grips at it tightly and continues crying.
satoruâs expression is full of distress, and his heart contracts painfully at how his daughterâs cries. then itâs almost like the entire world is against him right now because he also starts to hear small little sniffles from the door of the room.
your husband looks back to find his son dragging his teddy bear with him in one hand and in another, trying to wipe his tears as much as possible.
your husband quickly shifts d/n into one arm and leads s/n into him with the other. your son nuzzles into his dadâs chest and murmurs, âI want mama.â
almost like she understands the mention of you, she calms down a tiny bit and her hands start reaching for the airâreaching for you.
satoru slides down to the ground and pulls them both into his chest, and he starts rubbing s/nâs shoulder and kisses the top of his head and sighs, âme too, s/n, but, hey, we are strong and capable, so we have to hold on until she comes home, right?â
a little sniffle escapes s/n as he nods before saying a soft, âyeah.â
satoru smiles and ruffles his hair, âthatâs my champ.â
s/n lets out a little smile and snuggles into his dadâs embrace.
so satoru shifts his attention to the sniffling baby in his arm, he frowns, ânow what are we going to do with you, little missy?â
your son purses his lips for a moment, before placing the teddy bear in his hands into his little sisterâs tiny arms. curiosity takes over for a moment, and she starts exploring the new item.
then s/n presses on the teddy bearâs chest and it plays a little voice message from you:
âhey sweetie! mama loves you, so donât worry about those nightmares! I am always here.â
your daughterâs eyes shine and she hugs the teddy as much as possible and utters a small, âma!â
satoru blinks owlishly then looks at s/n with smile, âso you had that all along?â
s/n nods slowly and holds into his father tighter, obviously getting tired and getting ready to sleep. satoru would love to say the same about his other angel butâoh she fell asleep.
looks like all it took was a little listen to your voice.
he will probably make you record a thousand voice messages when you come back and make you get him his own special build-a-bear as well cause what the hell? what about your husband?
he shakes the thought away, realizing that he can finally fall asleep, albeit on the floor.
with no blanket.
no pillow.
not even his favorite cushion.
but he wasnât raised to be ungrateful, so he will take what he can get. he will simply make up for lost sleep when youâre back. it will feel better that way in any case.
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Hi! What about if an unsub was threatening the teams families and so they had to gather everyone together and thatâs how the team finds out that Spencer has a very pregnant girlfriend lmao
Maybe some angst but lots of fluff!
surprise surprise | spencer reid x fem!reader
warnings: minimal angst, lots of fluff!! happy couple
word count: 0.8k
a/n: thank you for the request! hope you enjoy this short fic !! reblogs n comments appreciated!
the bau had been dealing with a particularly difficult unsub for weeks, a conscientious criminal who always seemed to be a few paces ahead. and now this unsub had changed his motive, he was now threatening the families of all the members of the bau.
which lead to the team having their respective families brought in to quantico, with no choice other then to have them go into protective custody.
the team were all gathered in the large conference room, waiting for their family members to arrive. slowly people began entering the room, first morganâs mother and sisters, then penelopeâs brother and so on until almost everyoneâs families were present.
all except spencerâs. he anxiously stood by the door, hotch to his side. every so often he would glance to the door and then back to hotch who gave him a stern but reassuring look.
âtheyâre on the way..donât worry.â he placed a hand on spencerâs shoulder to calm the younger man. hotch was the only one who was aware of spencerâsâŚsituation.
after a few more moments, diana, spencerâs mother walked through the door being guided by a member of police. he relaxed slightly, giving his mother a brief hug before continuing to look towards the door.
hotch scanned the room, checking off all the members of the bau and their families. another few minutes passed and spencer was growing anxious again.
spencer pulled out his cellphone for the 30th time in the last hour, dialling the same number he had tried the last twenty nine times. it went straight to voicemail. shit. he thought, he brain wandering to the worst possible scenario.
until a girl in her mid twenties ambled through the doorway, followed by a member of the police. she held onto her stomach as she walked, letting out a breath when she got to the doorway.
spencer instantly relaxed, quickly rushing to the girls side. she was clearly a few months pregnant, the shirt she wore riding up around her midriff to expose the bump.
spencer immediately pulled her into his arms, holding her close. morgan and emily who were a few feet away exchanged a look to eachother. âis that reidâs sister? they look nothing alike.â emily whispered out.
spencer pulled away from you, his hands resting on either side of your arms. his eyes softened when they met yours.
âi was so worried-â he began, pausing when you smiled back at him.
âiâm alright spencer really..â you responded, placing a soft hand to cup his cheek.
he let out a breathy sigh, scanning your body. âare you okay? is the baby okay?â he quizzed, still a little anxious about the thought of the unsub threatening you.
âspencer..weâre okay.â you mumbled, lightly moving his face so he was locking eyes with you. âyou donât need to worry anymore.â
âi- i know i canât help it..â he smiled, resting his hand on your cheek before pulling you in for a kiss. you relaxed in his hold, melting into the sweet embrace.
morgan and emilyâs eyes widened slightly at the sight. âooh not his sister.â emily muttered out, slapping her hand lightly off of morgan.
when you pulled away he rested his forehead against yours, letting out a small breath. âi love you..â
âi love you too spencer.â you smiled as you pulled away from him, noticing a few sets eyes staring at you both. you let out a small cough to get spencerâs attention, he awkwardly took your hand in his and lead you over to the team.
hotch, morgan and emily stood there, their expressions ranging from curiosity to amusement. hotch shuffled closer pulling you into a quick hug. âitâs great to see you again y/n.â he muttered out, earning a look from emily.
âyou knew this whole time-â she let out a small gasp earning a chuckle from you.
morgan raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. âwhen weâre you going to tell us, pretty boy?â
spencer who had been standing to the side, his hand around your waist spoke up. âwell i wasnât exactly going to keep in a secret forever..you would have found out eventually.â he admitted, signalling down to your stomach.
you rested your hand on the bump, earning a sweet gasp from emily. âoh my god a little baby reid!â she exclaimed, before pulling you both into a quick hug.
just then, agent rossi entered the room and noticed the gathering. "what's all the commotion?" he asked, curiosity evident in his eyes.
morgan grinned. "pretty boy here was keeping secrets. he's got a baby on the way."
rossi's eyes widened in surprise before softening into a warm smile. "congratulations, reid. you're going to make a great father."
spencer blushed slightly and nodded his thanks. as the team settled into quieter conversations, the tension in the room began to ease.
hotch, ever the leader, stepped forward. "alright, everyone, we need to stay focused. our families are here to stay safe, but we still have a job to do. let's regroup and make sure we catch this unsub before he gets any closer."
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Could you write something really fluffy about Lando Norris x reader? Maybe something were their relationship is fairly new and itâs only like the 2nd or 3rd race week the reader has been to and she starts to get sick. She doesnât feel well at all and tryâs to hide it from lando so he can focus on the race but he eventually finds out and is all worried and cuteee
worried sick â lando norris
pairing: lando norris x girlfriend!reader
summary: itâs her first time attending a grand prix and also flying and she doesnât want anything to ruin her boyfriendâs race, but she gets sick in the process.
authorâs note: sorry for taking so long to get to the heart of your request (fluff) but i needed to give context to his worriess
word count: 3k
warnings: curse words
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you sat on the dinner table, unable to speak. the fork fell from your hand the moment you heard lando's proposal and your eyes followed it's trail.
lando genuinely thought this would be a good idea, but seeing your reaction, with his eyebrows lifted, he may have changed his mind.
you had been dating for quite some time, four months and sixteen days, to be precise, but you were still a little aprehensive about the attention.
from the start, he warned you and gave you an easy way out of his life, but your love overpowered your fears.
even in a relationship, you and lando did everything you could to keep you out of the public eye, and it was working. no one knew about you and him and you liked that. but you were aware that he wanted you by his side while facing the adventures that his job provided him, and that he didn't want to keep you as a secret forever.
so when he made the invitation, it didn't surprise you, but you had to think about it.
you looked at him, he was wearing some jeans and a white hoodie that made him adorable in your eyes. he was looking at you, and you could notice him telling you it was okay to say no with his look.
but there was still a glimpse of hope in his beautiful green eyes, and in your mind you took another look at the pros and cons.
you could scratch out a couple of cons... like the fact that you liked being private. it was true, but you didn't mind not being a secret, and you would never like the idea of having famous and stunning women thinking that your boyfriend was available.
so with a soft look, in that modernly decorated dinning room in his home, you nodded your head.
"i think we could go to china together, yeah." he gave you a confused glance, but refrained from questioning you, afraid you would change your mind.
"great!" he stood up and walked over to you, "i love you," he whispered, pecking your lips before taking his empty plate to the sink.
you watched him come back and sit with you while you finished your own plate. you couldn't say you were hungry anymore, a hundred and one scenarios of what could go wrong in the hard launch of your relationship played in your mind.
lando's presence made it a little easier for you, though. you could only be thankful.
you had never traveled by plane before, so you were pretty nervous.
china was really far from monaco, and your boyfriend told you that the flight would take 11 hours minimum, so you couldn't help feeling anxious.
he held your hand when he noticed your strange behaviour and you immediately intertwined your fingers together.
"it's going to be okay, love." norris kissed the back of your hand and you walked inside of the plane, hand in hand.
of course lando booked the first class seats. he knew about this fear of yours, so whatever he could do to help you out, he would.
you sat down and lando closed the little blind on the window by his side, so you didn't see how far from the ground you were.
you had your headphones on and lando held you close as the plane started moving. you were still not off the ground but the plane shaking scared the fuck out of you. you closed your eyes and tried to focus on the music. it wasn't easy. it was only when the plain stabilized in the air that you could open your eyes again.
"do you want water, food, anything?" your boyfriend asked as he noticed you were a little more calm now.
"water, maybe." you answered, still not feeling completely safe. "and can you open the blind please, i want to see."
"'you sure?" he asked, his hand already on the end of the blind.
"yup."
lando opened up the blind and you peeked through the window. you were already far from the ground and instead of feeling anxiety, that view actually made you a little more calm.
"it's beautiful." you whispered, body leaning towards lando so you could see it better.
the british boy's eyes were on you when he whispered back. "it really is." with a smile.
eventually you sat properly in your seat again and talked to lando as time passed.
you fell asleep with and lando carefully laid your chair back, took out your headphones and covered you with a blanket. he laid his chair back as well and watched you as you slept peacefully. you still had nine hours left and he knew you would be awake for the landing, which he didn't want.
you could only manage to sleep for 2 hours and when you woke up, you noticed your boyfriend sleeping. so the next hours were spent playing games in your mobile phone while you listened to taylor swift.
it wasn't as painful as you thought it would be, and it was only when landing that you felt the uneasy feeling come back. lando held you close through it, as he was used to it.
"it's okay, baby." he whispered. "i'm right here." his reassurence meant more to you than he imagined, and it helped as well.
everything went better than expected and you left the airport hand in hand just half an hour after getting out of the plane.
you felt tired, but it was still morning in china. lando seemed okay, he was already used to all the time changes, since he did this for a living.
"what d'you think about breakfast?" he asked as you passed a coffee shop.
lando was driving to the hotel you two would be staying in, and you honestly just wanted to rest. but you could'nt say no to a good breakfast.
"oh, great idea. i'm starving." you said and he chuckled.
"me too." he stated as his hand found place in your thigh. it stayed there until he needed to use it, to change gear.
he parked the car in front of the cute shop and you both walked in.
you both ordered and sat down talking to eachother until the food came. the driver explained the goods and the bads of the race here. and told you what he liked most about china.
you had done some research about the place yourself because you wanted to take profit of your time here.
as lando would probably have some meetings with the team and you would be alone, you decided to visit some interesting places of the city and even near cities.
you ate in a comfortable silence and left for the hotel as soon as you could. his team took care of the check in so you and him were able to just go straight to your room.
you felt yourself a little too soft, but never said anything because you didn't think it was anything serious and worrying him was something you were not going to do.
deciding to take a nap before doing anything, lando wrapped his arms around you and pulled the blanket over your bodies.
"i love the feeling of having you here." he murmured to your ear.
"i love being here with you." you told him honestly, falling asleep some moments later.
lando though it was weird, since you normally took some time to get to sleep, specially in new places.
when you first stayed the night at his place it took you two hours and a really boring movie.
he remembered it could've been caused by the flight or the time difference. the british was now used to it, but it was your first time, and it was a long flight.
he fell asleep thinking about it because, being honest, you were both more than exhausted.
you woke up just a couple of hours later, coughing, and imediately realized you had gotten sick, and were just in the first stages. you got up from the bed and went to the bathroom so you didn't disturb lando's sleep.
"this can't be happening" you whispered to your reflection in the mirror.
'it can be just a cold, everything will be okay in time for the race' you thought to yourself, trying to calm down.
it was frustrating, to be fair. you had been avoiding coming to his races for months, and when you finally decided to come you got sick.
however, you did not want that to get in the way of lando's weekend, so through the next two days, in which your boyfriend had free practices and qualifying, you pretended to be okay. it was not so easy because norris made every effort to make you feel okay there. that means he talked to every one of his mates and asked them to talk to their own girlfriends, to see if they were interested in meeting you, for his delight but not so yours, they all said yes.
so you were not only busy with pretending to be healthy but also trying to be nice to everyone and making people like you.
it wasn't that hard, you all just found something in common, that was your love for fashion and animals, and talked about it. you were pretty satisfied with the outcome of saturday, and so was lando, managing to get himself on fourth position, with two cars ahead he knew he could get out of his way.
he was starting to find your behaviour a little weird, as soon as you got home you took a really quick shower and got yourself comfortable in bed. he asked you if you were not going to get dinner with him and you told him you would just take a little nap, and asked him to wake you up once the food arrived.
the brit did as you said and tried to wake you up, but you told him you were not hungry in the moment. he made you eat anyways, because tomorrow was a big day and you didn't really have the energy to argue with him.
you both had a good dinner and what was his surprise when you got back to your bed and immediately fell asleep.
he tried to push his suspicions away but he was seriously getting worried. he laid next to you and held you close with one arm, the other resting behind his head as he thought. not only about you and your strange sleeping schedule but also about the circuit.
there was this one curve that he just couldn't get right, and he needed to get it tomorrow. or else he'd lose his chance of a podium or even a win.
he would never want to lose a podium, but with you here, the pressure was different. he wanted to do better for you. he needed to, after dragging you all the way to a new country and making you face your fear of planes.
he eventually fell asleep, your body so close to his comforting him and calming his mind that was going probably faster than his car.
you woke up first, in the morning. but, unlike the other two days, where you managed to get it together and pretend you were okay, today you had a huge headache along with an unbearable malaise.
immediately realizing you were not okay, you decided to not go to the track with lando. you were still planing to go, yes, but later on, after you took some medicine and felt better.
he was a little reluctant in letting you all by yourself because something inside him still thought that something was off. sleeping a lot, not feeling hungry, avoiding his touch and kisses (you did that once, but he still took note), it all felt a little weird.
but you convinved him, telling him that he no longer had time to wait for you and you still needed to get dressed and do your makeup.
"i'm going. but message me as soon as you get to the track, please. i want to see your pretty face before getting in the car." he asked you, his beautiful green eyes focused on yours.
you nodded your head and he pecked your lips. smiling, he turned around and left the hotel room. you decided to take a shower to see if it helped in any way.
it didn't.
you grabbed your phone and searched for lando's personal assistant's contact. someone needed to be informed about this, but you didn't want to alarm your boyfriend just before the big moment of the weekend.
he was really sweet to you, and suggested you stayed in bed and watched the race from the hotel. you were a little apprehensive about how lando would feel about this but he tried to calm you down as best as he could, telling you he knew the driver would understand and probably even be more worried than anything else.
he also promised to only tell lando once he couldn't do anything about it. of course you had asked.
was he going to be pissed? probably. did he love you more than anything and would he forget about all the rest in order to check up on you? absolutely.
once he was told about it, the only thing he could do was text you, so he ran to his phone and quickly wrote a message to you.
'baby i was just informed. i'm so sorry for not noticing.'
your heart clenched in your chest as you read his text. it was not his fault and you felt bad for making him believe that it was.
'it's not your fault, lan. and i'm okay'
you added a little heart at the end and sent it, automatically seeing the 'read' under the blue text baloon.
'you sure?? i can get someone to get you to a doctor'
you smiled at the screen, behind that smile was the way he didn't even hesitate to show you he cared and he worried.
'there's no need, i took some medicine and i'm better now. but good luck on the race. i'll be rooting for you.'
on the other side of the screen, lando sighed, he hated that he couldn't do anything about it but knowing you were okay comforted him a little. so he smiled and typed to you.
'thanks babe! i will be coming back to you as soon as i can, promise you.'
you simply liked his message, letting him focus before the race.
on the bed, you watched the entire race, as you always did. and you were so genuinely happy and proud of him for finishing second, that for a couple of minutes you even forgot you were sick.
you watched the podium celebrations and couldn't help but notice that your boyfriend wasn't as happy as he should be. of course he smiled receiving the trophy, and sprayed champagne on the other podium sitters, which were max and checo, but you knew him, and his smile wasn't as wide as usual.
you sat through and watched the interviews on sky sports. it seemed that you were not the only one who noticed his under-excitement, because that was the first thing the journalist questioned.
"so, lando norris. you just came second here in china. first of all, congratulations. second of all i have got to tell you that all of us were expecting a different reaction from you. you don't seem very excited."
he looked at the woman behind the camera atentively, but anyone with functional eyes could see that his mind was elsewhere. he smiled briefly at the end of her statement.
"well, thank you. and yeah, i'm not in the best mood but that has nothing to do with the race. i know i did my best out there and gave everything i could. unfortunately, max was still there, but we'll keep working, as a team, to get to him."
he smiled and the interview continued, as usual he discussed some technical stuff and gave his perspective on some bits of the race.
"right now i just want to go back to the hotel, to my girlfriend, who isn't here because she got sick, and give her all the love she deserves."
he smiled to the camera and left, leaving the space for others. you saw him walking with oscar behind alonso, who was now giving his own interview.
it didn't take long before you got a message from him, telling you he managed to escape some media duties to go back to you.
you smiled to yourself before answering, and then distracted yourself until you heard the door being unlocked.
jumping from the bed, you rushed towards your boyfriend when he arrived.
"easy there, baby." lando pulled you into a hug, one of his hands in your hair while the other circled your body.
"amazing race, my love." you whispered into his neck. he smiled and when his grip loosened, his lips met yours in a quick but lovely kiss.
"you've got me worried sick, you muppet." he smiled, but looking into his green iris you knew he was serious.
"didn't mean to worry you, i'm sorry," he shook his head and softy kissed your temple.
"don't be sorry. but nex time it happens, let me know. i wouldn't have made you go to practices and quali, and you could've rested."
his fingers caressed your hair and he pulled you to lay your head in his chest. you would never know how worried he got, and how he could only rest his mind after having you in his arms.
"i just didn't want you to worry unnecessarily. i thought i could go through it." your eyes made it possible for him to know that you were being honest. he let out a sigh.
"it's not unnecessarily, you stubborn thing. i love you and i care about you, and i wanted to be here for you." you pull your head back and lock eyes with him.
"i love you too. and thank you."
he kissed you again, all smiley.
you both decided to just lay in bed and do nothing for the rest of the day. you ordered dinner hours earlier, so you didn't have to worry about it later.
lando told you all about his race. from the lights out to the checkered flag he talked you through his decisions and his process of thinking in the moment.
he also kept asking you from time to time how you were feeling and if you needed anything.
you realized just how much you loved him and appreciated the way he cared for you.
once he fell asleep, you smiled out of pure happiness for having him by your side. no matter how much you had liked being kept a secret for a while, in that moment all you wanted was for people to know you loved him.
cause you did, more than you thought you could.
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you'd be the love of my life when i was young
summary: gryffindors wear their heart on their sleeve when they fall in love. slytherins keep their heart locked far away to keep it from breaking.
pairing: poly!marauders x reader (sirius x reader, remus x reader, lily x reader, and james x reader)
tags: slight angst, fluff, lucius malfoy, happy ending
note: i have a chemistry quiz due in 50 minutes but this takes priority. . . i haven't written in a while so forgive my rusty writing skills, they've only been let out from the basement today. not proofread, we die like the marauders. (title is taken from the song, 21 by gracie abrams, because that's roughly around the age jily die. hehe.)
They said when you fell in love with the right people, everything would fall in place after.
What a load of bullshit.
You had come to a conclusion one winter morning, laying in the Gryffindor common room dressed in your woolly, green jumper. You rested on the worn-out leather seat, nervously fiddling with your fingers as you stared at the ceiling, thinking about how it was going terribly wrong. How funny it was, that the 30th of December greeted you with an existential crisis instead of presents and hot chocolate.Â
There was something quite wrong with you, you had noticed for the past few months.Â
Every time Sirius Black smiled at you, showing off his pearly canines and the crinkles by his deep-grey eyes, you would experience a painful, tightening sensation in your chest â like someone was squeezing at your heart. Most people knew Sirius Black, the prankster, but you were lucky enough to know Sirius, the kind and spirited boy who had a heart that loved fiercely more than anyone you knew.
Cosy afternoons found you in the library with Remus Lupin, and a strange feeling would erupt in your stomach whenever Remus leaned down, and youâd catch a whiff of pine needles and fresh mint. Shaggy, blond hair falling over his eyes as he came to life, talking about your common love for muggle books. He made time feel like an illusion, minutes fading away into hours as the two of you shared stifled giggles, cheeks numb by the time you left the room.Â
And James, oh James Potter. It was difficult to describe what you felt with him â but with James, the brightest colours in the world couldnât even compare to him. James was like putting on a pair of brand-new eyeglasses and seeing everything clearly for the first time. And without a doubt, you knew that James would never let you get hurt. But these days, you were weak in the knees as youâd see him across the Great Hall, waving at you excitedly as he bellowed your name, and to come and sit next to them.Â
Last, but certainly not the least, Lily Evans. Her sweet, airy voice was a warm hug on a cold day. And her actual hugs were second to none â donât tell Sirius, however, he liked to shift into Padfoot to steal Lilyâs title as the queen of cuddling. Lily flowers were delicate, she was anything but. The spitfire of Gryffindor, who would raise her chin and defy anyone who would harass you for hanging out with them.Â
(âYouâre our emotionally constipated Slytherin,â said Lily as she mushed your cheeks, cooing when you tried to glare at her, and the three boys guffawing in the background. They liked to tease you often, being a year younger than them.)Â
Were you dying?
That was the only plausible explanation to your palpitating heart and rickety knees.Â
No, it was definitely not because you had gone and fell in love with your best friends.Â
That was absurd.Â
You had tried venting to Lucius Malfoy once. Narcissa often doted on you, sneakily leaving treats on your desk before she left for her class, and fussing when you got sick â which was quite often. That meant, when you werenât with the marauders, you were trailing after the Slytherin power couple, or Severus.
(Lucius curled his lips in disgust, Narcissa sipping tea by his side, failing at hiding her knowing smirk. âI am above such childish matters,â hissed Lucius, scowl deepening when Narcissa laughed heartily, looking happier than she had been since returning home for the holidays. âI do not know why youâd even think to come to me for this.â
You huffed.Â
Maybe youâd try Severus next.Â
Naturally, he stormed off the moment Lilyâs name fell from your lips.
Your resident seventh-years were confusing.)
Fortunately, you were stripped from your thoughts when the entrance to the common room slammed open, the paintings clamouring as they were disturbed from their slumber. One by one, the marauders piled inside the room, a string of melodious laughter and boisterous conversations following their arrival. Hastily, you sat up, heart thudding against your ribcage. Silence, you wretched beast, you told it. Donât let them see how I burn for them. Â
âThere you are!â Sirius came into view first, grinning widely as he crossed the room to reach you. âWho said you could be this pretty in the morning, love?âÂ
Ba-dump!
Sirius plopped down head first onto your lap, manoeuvring your hand to comb through his hair as he sighed in contentment. âBloody hell,â He exhaled shakily, âLast night was the worst one weâve ever been through.âÂ
Your fingers ghosted through the new scar etched across his sharp cheekbones â it was nothing Madam Pomfrey couldnât fix, but you still didnât like the sight of them bruised and wounded. Swiftly, Sirius grabbed your hand and intertwined your own with his. âIâm sorry,â You whispered.Â
Sirius chuckled tiredly, tightening his hold on you, as though you were a tether that kept him afloat in his sea of nightmares.Â
(And you were. If only you knew.)
âItâs not your fault,â said Sirius.Â
Then, your eyes landed on Remus limping towards you, his bare skin littered with scrapes and marks, supported with an arm around Jamesâs broad shoulders. He sent a toothy smile your way, despite the tired lines on his forehead and deep bags beneath his eyes. âWaited up all night for us, huh?â
âI just couldnât sleep knowing you guys were out there,â You whispered sheepishly. âItâs too dangerous, what happens if something goes terribly wrong, and it costs you your life? We need to tell someone.âÂ
âEveryone who needs to know, already knows.â Remus bit down a pained expression as he sat by your side, head lolling on your shoulder. âThis is the best we have for now.âÂ
You didnât like it.
You didnât like it at all.
Before you could reply, Remus turned his head, lips feathering against your exposed skin. His voice was low as he said, ââSides, itâs our job to worry about you, not the other way around.â
âWell, I apologize for interrupting your job,â You whispered back harshly, wondering if that was all you were to them, a younger friend they felt the need to look after. Oh, how mortifying that would be.
James chuckled from behind you, bending over the back of the couch, he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, lingering for a few moments that felt like an eternity. âYouâre too adorable,â said James, tweaking your nose. âOur angry, little Slytherin.âÂ
âIâm not little.â You glowered at him.
âPerhaps not.â James smiled cheekily. âBut youâre ours.âÂ
Often times, you had wondered how the five of you came to be so tight-knit, knowing their disdain for most of the Slytherins.Â
(Little did you know, you smiled at them once in Potions, and they were a goner.)Â
Something stirred deep in your belly.Â
You sucked in a breath. âDonât say things like that, James.â
People could get the wrong idea.
You could get the wrong idea.
âWell, why not?â Lily appeared in your peripheral vision, the scent of blooming wildflowers and fresh rain filling the room. Like the three boys, her skin was sallow from lack of sleep, but her bare face and blinding grin left your heart racing. âItâs true, isnât it?âÂ
It could be, just not in the way you wanted it to be true.
You sighed. âClass is going to start in a few hours, I should get going.âÂ
âOr,â James began wickedly, throwing a thick blanket onto the floor by the fireplace, and tossing a bunch of throw pillows at Siriusâs face. âWe could have a sleepover right here.âÂ
âSounds good to me,â said Lily merrily, stealing Jamesâs blanket as she placed a pillow beneath her head.Â
âI really have to goââ You reasoned pathetically.
âStay,â whispered Sirius without even opening his eyes as he curled his lithe fingers around your wrist. âYou being here makes us feel better.âÂ
They were too cruel, saying all these sweet words, not knowing how it drove knives through your heart.Â
James yawned as he laid on the carpeted floor, hiking the blanket up to his shoulders as he threw a leg over Lily, pulling her close to his chest, nuzzling the crook of her neck. âDâyou have your textbooks with you, love?â He asked you drowsily.Â
âNo,â You answered, any other words lodged in your throat.Â
âThatâs fine.â James hummed. âIâll just get the cloak and sneak into the dungeons later to get the books for you.âÂ
âSleep,â Remus urged you, unaware how you shivered at his words.Â
âYou canât be comfortable like that,â You told him in disbelief, watching his neck bend at an angle to lay on your shoulder.Â
âTrust me,â said Remus gently, eyelashes tickling your skin, âIâm right where I want to be.âÂ
You had grown silent for a few beats, unaware how Siriusâd opened his eyes, staring at your worried expression.Â
(How could one person be so perfect, he wondered.)
âYou alright, darling?â He reached out to trace the curve of your jaw with his thumb, the palm of his hand holding your face as though you were a purebloodâs antique treasure. (Mine, mine, mine, his heart screamed.)
But like the Slytherin you were, you lied as easily as you breathed.
âIâm fine.â
As you laid in between Remus and Sirius, watching the peaceful rise of Lily and Jamesâs chests, you had come to a daunting realization.Â
You were irrevocably and agonizingly in love with your best friends.Â
And because fate liked to spit in your face, the four of them were already in a beautiful, committed relationship.Â
Who were you to get in the way of that?
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They would understand, you convinced yourself.Â
They would understand that you had to stay away from them. You had to protect your heart and keep it safe. The marauders were a dangerous bunch, and they had played the biggest prank on you, and by Merlin, would you fall for this particular prank over and over again if it meant you could hear their voices and fall into their embrace.Â
But you couldnât stay. They would only crush your heart otherwise.Â
If Gryffindors wore their heart on their sleeves when they fell in love, Slytherins protected theirs with every fibre of their being, locking it in a cage where no one else can have the power to break it.Â
Like what any love-stricken teenager would do in the face of heartbreak, you began to ignore the objects of your affections â ignoring the way your soul called out to theirs.Â
It wasnât as obvious the first few days. You would escape their company under the ruse of studying for McGonagall and Flitwickâs practical tests.Â
(âTheyâre notoriously difficult after all,â You told them, a nervous laugh accompanying your lie. Peter eyed you curiously, noticing small details the others could not see â your quivering lips, your nails digging into your palms, and the way your eyes wouldnât meet any of theirs. âI just donât want to fail.âÂ
You could have cried at the way James held the back of your head as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. âYouâll do well, love. You always do.âÂ
âYou can study with me, if you want,â Remus quickly offered. âIâm not as good as James in transfiguration, but I can definitely teach better than those two.âÂ
âHey!â Sirius exclaimed in mock offence.
âThanks, itâs sweet of you to offer,â You told them, shifting your weight awkwardly from one foot to the other. âButââ
âSay less, darling,â Lily interjected kindly, wrapping her scarf around your neck. She smiled at you, holding both your cheeks in her palms. âTheyâre the worst lot to study around, I know. Just donât study too hard, okay? Take breaks, have a cup of tea now and then, and remember itâs okay to ask for help â donât give me that face â if it gets too overwhelming, just ask. Weâre here for you in every way you need us.âÂ
Oh.
You were well and truly screwed.Â
âThanks,â You croaked.)
But it was getting harder and harder to come up with excuses.Â
(âWotcher!â Sirius grinned, encasing you in a tight hug after bumping into you in the corridor. âHavenât seen you in a while, busy bee. Fancy a lunch with us in Hogsmeade?âÂ
You scrunched your nose, red and bitten from the winter frost, stepping away from him and ignoring the way his face fell. âI. . . I canât. Iâve got practice with the Frog Choir.â
Sirius shoved his hands in his trouser pockets. âSâalright. I can wait and pick you up right after, then weâll swing by that shop you really likeââ
âI canât, Sirius,â You interrupted harshly, wrapping your arms around your chest as your gaze dropped to the ground. âSorry. I just. . . Iâll just catch you some other time.âÂ
Sirius flinched. âSure, love. Other time, yeah?â
But only the wind replied.
Saturday came, and along with it was the long-awaited match between Gryffindor and Slytherin. James, decked out in his uniform, bounded over to you at the Slytherinâs side of the Great Hall, oblivious to the death glares some of your housemates had sent his way. He wrapped his arms around you from behind, lifting you from your seat.Â
âItâs Quidditch day, pidge!â James tilted his head, awfully resembling a lost, confused puppy. âWhy arenât you dressed yet? Itâs the game of games! Even Remus is announcing the game later.âÂ
You bit your lip before responding. âIâm not going, James.âÂ
âWhat?â He furrowed his brows. âWhy not?âÂ
Ever since you had become friends with James Potter in your first year, you had never missed a single game of his. Except for the one time you had fallen sick during his match against Hufflepuff â and the moment he knew you were ill, the game ended in less than two minutes, by his sheer determination to get by your side quickly and make sure you werenât alone.Â
You sighed. âI donât know, James, Iâm just not feeling up to it today.â
It was a big, fat lie, and he knew it too.Â
You didnât go to his match later that day.
It was one of the biggest losses James had ever experienced â he wasnât talking about Quidditch.)
Your housemates were beginning to realize was something was off as well. They might not be particularly fond of the Gryffindors that captured your heart, but they were fond of you, and they guarded their own.Â
You had a stare-down with Regulus Black in the common room â and you werenât about to lose â before he blinked and asked, âWhat did my brother do?â
âNothing,â You replied, pretending to be engrossed with your herbology textbook.Â
Severus rolled his eyes before plucking the book out of your hands. âSpit it out, woman. Weâve had to watch you mope around pathetically for days now. Itâs irritating the rest of us.â
You sniffled. âThen just leave me alone! No one asked you to check up on me!âÂ
âUnfortunately, we canât.â Severus took a seat beside Regulus. With a pained grimace, he said, âSo you can. . . pour your heart out to us.âÂ
âI canât.â You wailed. âIâm a Slytherin, weâre the worst at that.â
Regulus shrugged his shoulders. âItâs true. Weâre hopeless.âÂ
âBut,â He raised his wand, âWe do speak in jinxes and curses.âÂ
âDonât you dare!â You blubbered, wiping at your tears â but somehow, without having to express it in words, they understood, and you had felt lighter.
Still, you missed them.Â
âThis is pathetic.â Lucius enters the common room, Narcissa holding onto his arm, watching the scene before him with blank eyes. âBlack, Snape, get out, youâre only making whatever this is, worse.â
Narcissa was by your side in an instant, dabbing at your wet eyes and cheeks with a handkerchief that cost more than your life. âHush now, darling. Whatâs wrong, hm? Was it that idiot cousin of mine? Donât worry, Lucius can tell his father, and weâll have them begging at your feet by tomorrow.â
You cried louder.Â
âI jest, I jest.â Narcissa softly chuckled, pulling your hair away from your face as she tugged you close. âPlease tell us whatâs wrong. Itâs been awful seeing you like this for the past few days.â
Lucius sat on the loveseat across you, resting his feet atop the glass coffee table. âYes, I beg you â do as she says, for the love of Merlin. But, really, what else did you expect, associating yourself with that ragtag of miscreants?â
Narcissa glared at him.
Lucius raised his arms in surrender.Â
Narcissa clicked her tongue before returning her attention to you, eyes softening at your tear-stricken face. She smiled, albeit sadly, as she said, âPerhaps, I know what is wrong.â She gestured to the way you clutched at the front of your shirt. âIt is the matters of the heart, is it not?âÂ
You nodded weakly. âI love them.â
âAnd they, you,â said Narcissa. âSo, what is wrong?âÂ
âI love them!â You hiccuped.
âUnfortunately.â Lucius handed you a tissue. âThe whole of Hogwarts knows this already, so I do not understand why youâre blowing snot all over my fiancĂŠâs robes about it.âÂ
âThey donât feel the same way about me,â You confessed with a sob.Â
Lucius stared at you incredulously. âPlease do not tell me that you are this daft.âÂ
âWhat do you mean?â You asked him through narrowed, teary eyes, Narcissa rubbing the tips of your numb fingers from crying so much.Â
âI did not sign up for this.â Lucius rubbed at his temples as he stood up. âI will only say this once, so make sure you are listening. Those Gryffindor idiots are so disastrously in love with one another â let me finish, damn you â and if you cannot see that they love you too, then it is your own fault. It physically pains me to see the way they smile when you are near. They would move the earth for you, and they would shake the heavens for you.âÂ
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Gryffindors must have hearts made of steel, because you didnât know how they could be so brave, to look fear right in the eyes and say: Iâm ready.Â
Because you surely werenât. You were headed towards your usual spot in the courtyard by the clock tower, legs heavy and swell deep in your throat. Then, you found them, looking so achingly beautiful under the sunlight, huddled together for warmth as they smiled and laughed at lame puns and mistimed jokes.Â
Did you have a place with them?Â
You were about to find out.
âHey,â You greeted once you were right in front of them. A month of evading them, and now you were here. It was like finding a piece of your soul that you had lost.
(For them, seeing you was like finally being able to breathe again.)Â
âHey,â said Lily, devoid of any warmth, and that broke you.Â
Bravery was poison, you decided. A trap for weak-hearted fools like you.Â
Sirius shot James a look before clenching his jaw. âNo choir practice today? No study sessions with Cissa or Reg? Wait, no, Iâve got it. Slughornâs dinner party? Or is it detention with McGonagall today? Does her highness finally feel up to talking to the peasants?â
You inhaled sharply. âNever mind. This was a bad idea.â
But this â is what you deserved. You had hurt them badly, so it was only right for them to stomp on your heart for everyone to see, just as you did to them many times this month.Â
A sob tore from your lips as you swivelled on your heels, ready to flee the scene and never show your face to anyone else ever again. Yet, before you could leave, Remus clamped his hand over your wrist.Â
âWhy?â He stared at you, searching for anything that could explain your sudden behaviour. Remus looked at you with such emotion, tightly holding onto you â but never enough to hurt, because Remus could never be capable of hurting you. Heâd die before he would ever cause you pain.Â
 (You made him feel unafraid of the moon.)Â
âWas. . . was it something I did?â Remus asked, laying his wounds bare for you to see. âWas it me?â
âI love you!â You shouted in the midst of panic â you had never wanted to cause Remus to doubt himself. Your loud declaration had caught the attention of some, but you stood on, curling your fists firmly. You needed to do this.Â
âI love you.â You said once more, breathlessly, staring right into Jamesâs eyes. Such a beautiful shade of hazel. âI love each one of you. And it. . . it hurts right here.â Tears dripped from your eyes to the side of your chin as you splayed your hand over where your heart rested.Â
âBecause you donât feel the same.âÂ
The four of them simply gazed at you, slack-jawed and wide-eyed.Â
You took that as confirmation for what you had been fearing all along.Â
âAnd thatâs okay if you donât,â You snivelled, unable to see clearly with the streams of tears in your eyes. You thought of how Sirius melted at Lilyâs touch and how Remus was the anchor to Jamesâs wild streak. How they all complemented each other and fit perfectly like puzzle pieces. âJust give me a few months, and Iâll get over it. Itâs a stupid crush anyway, itâs my fault. The four of you are perfect together, how couldââ
âShut up,â James hissed before cupping your face and pulling you in for a kiss. Cherries and pumpkin pasties. He kissed you deeply once more before pressing his lips to your eyes, desperately washing away your tears with his devotion. âWas that it? We could have been doing this ages ago.â
âWhat?â You rasped, knees buckling at the weight of his gaze.
James only smiled, stealing your third kiss.Â
Sirius pulled your hand, his arm encasing your waist as you stumbled to his chest. Like James, he kissed you fervently, like he wanted to chase off all your fears and doubts. His lips were warm against yours â firewhiskey. You wanted to be burnt by his flames again and again. He held you close, committing every inch to memory.Â
(You were art that he wanted to worship.)
He kissed your forehead. âWe love you, daft girl.â
He kissed both of your eyes, chuckling when a new wave of tears came. âWe have loved you ever since you burnt my motherâs howler in fourth year, and gave us poorly-knitted sweaters for Christmas.âÂ
âI love you,â said Sirius. âAs certain as the spring that arrives after winter, I love you.âÂ
You snuffled. âI. . . I donât understand.âÂ
Remus stepped in your line of sight to place his jacket over you â it was Siriusâs leather jacket, really, but Remus liked to claim it occasionally. He bundled you in earmuffs and rested his chin atop your head, exhaling in relief. âI thought it was me.âÂ
You shook your head, clinging to the front of his shirt. âNo, never. It was me. Iâm sorry.âÂ
Remus grinned wolfishly, eyes swooping down to your kiss-stained lips. (There you were, standing in the snow that threatened to melt, eyes rimmed with tears, hair wildly ablaze from the cold breeze, cheeks damp and red â but how devastatingly beautiful you were.) âMay I?âÂ
You nodded. âP-Please.â
Blueberries and dark chocolate. Remus whispered against your lips, âIf it wasnât already clear, the feeling is bloody mutual â we love you, just as the moon loves the sun enough to chase after it every day.â He grabbed your hand and placed it over his heart, you were surprised to see him holding back tears of his own. âAll my life, I thought I was this monster who didnât deserve to live. But you, all of you, make me selfish enough to want to belong here.âÂ
He kissed you desperately, words of adoration and love falling from his lips.Â
Finally, your eyes settled on Lily. You waited for her reaction with a bated breath.Â
You hadnât expected for her to burst into tears as she rushed over to you.Â
âDonât you ever do that again,â said Lily angrily before circling you in her embrace, burying her nose in your hair. You hugged her back, drowning in her scent and warmth. âYou are deserving of all the things you want, so donât run away â if you run, weâd follow you, idiot girl.âÂ
Then, Lily captured your lips with her own.Â
She tasted like happy endings.
note: 4k words and 6 hours later, here we are! let it be known i was THE poly marauders enthusiast years ago. i always wanted one with lily in the polycule so here we are. this is me manifesting my college romance, y'all. look away. anyways, i hoped u enjoyed it!! brought a smile to your face and all!! might make a part two for more fluff and to establish more relationship dynamics since this was written on a whim ;D also i planned a cute scene with peter as well, so i'll just write that in part two el em ay yo.
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spilling secrets on stream | LN4
what better place to hard launch a relationship than twitch?
word count: 1.3k
warnings: none!
author's note: it's been so fun thinking up little story ideas and this is the product of one of them. fair warning that it's been forever since i've played fortnite so probably not very accurate when it comes to that đ¤Śââď¸ thank youuu for reading and have a great day!!
also my requests are open if you would like to see a certain story/driver!! đŤś
âHi guys, sorry Iâm late,â Lando said, adjusting his headphones as he started the stream. There were a surprising number of people online for this Thursday afternoon, but he had posted on his story that Max would be joining him, so that could explain the popularity. Not that he would ever tell him that.Â
âMax is joining now.â He stretched his arms over his head, smirking when the chat quickly noticed the sliver of skin heâd exposed in the simple motion. Oops. âIs Max with you right now? No, chat, Iâm in Monaco. Howâs offseason? Itâs good. Iâve been doing a whole lot of nothing.âÂ
Lando read through and answered a couple more questions until Maxâs face popped up on his screen.Â
âHello hello,â Max said, waving to the camera. âHow are we, chat? What are we playing?âÂ
After a couple minutes of debate, they decided on Fortnite. The first round was short lived- Lando got shot pretty much immediately. Now, him and Max were two of ten players remaining, but the sound of the front door opening caused him to turn his focus away from the game.Â
ây/n?â Lando called out after muting himself, turning away from the screen to see if his girlfriend had just arrived home.Â
âBro, what are you doing?â Max protested, his character running circles around Landoâs still one. Two other characters spotted them over a nearby hill and started firing immediately, with Max left alone to defend them. âYou muppet!â Within seconds, Lando had died, and Max didnât have enough time to resuscitate him in the midst of defending himself.Â
âMy bad.â Lando turned back to the screen, laughing at Maxâs distress.Â
âThat was entirely your fault.â Max responded, pausing to look at his phone alert from Lando.Â
I think y/n just got back and she doesnât know Iâm on stream. Can you stay on until I get back?Â
Even though Lando and his girlfriend were practically living together at this point, staying at each otherâs homes almost every night during the offseason, they were yet to make it official in the eyes of the public. Max knew this better than everyone- often having to cover for the couple when they werenât cautious enough- and smirked as he typed back a yes. Lando took that as a sign to communicate his exit. âBe right back, chat. Donât be too mean to Max while Iâm gone.âÂ
He opened and shut the door to the room behind him, padding down the soft carpet runner of the hallway. ây/n?â Her bright pink trainers were by the front door, and seeing as he could hear the shower down the hall, she mustâve just come back from a run.Â
All of a sudden, music started blasting- a Doja Cat song, Lando knew from y/n's time on the aux whenever they were in the car together.Â
ây/n,â Lando laughed, knocking on the bathroom door, âIâm on stream darling.â It wasnât that he minded the noise, or that the chat would know very quickly that there was a girl in his house (he wasnât really the Doja Cat type). If it were up to him, he wouldâve posted y/n the day they had made it official, four months ago. But theyâd decided to wait a bit and enjoy the privacy.Â
No response still. He tried the bathroom door handle but it was locked. She mustâve not known he was coming home, Lando thought cheekily to himself. Otherwise, it wouldâve been open. He gave up and retreated back to the room with his setup, shooting a quick text over to y/n that he was home.Â
Lando settled back into his chair, turning the camera on. âAlright, chat, Iâm back. Sorry to leave you with Max.âÂ
Max raised an eyebrow at the music that filtered in through Landoâs mic, choosing not to comment on it. The chat wasnât as sly though, with every other comment questioning the source.Â
âDidnât know Lando was a Doja Cat fan. Iâm not.â The ambiguous comment sparked even more questions, and Lando just shook his head jokingly as they started another game. As he died for a third time, Max cursing and threatening to find someone better to play with, the music cut and the distant sound of the shower running stopped.Â
âLando?â y/n called out, freezing as she read over his text in the hallway. Landoâs eyes widened and he quickly muted himself, sliding his headphones off. As he stood up he heard y/n's footsteps nearing the door and managed to shut the camera off just in time.Â
Lando pulled open the door and the scent of coconut and hibiscus floated in. y/n looked up at him with wide eyes in sweatpants and a stolen Quadrant t-shirt, her hair still wet from the shower.Â
âIâm sorry! I didnât realize that you were streaming.â She peeked over his shoulder and her eyes widened at the rapidly scrolling chat, the viewers going crazy about the distinctly female voice theyâd overheard. Max had given up at pretending to ignore them and had shut off his camera as well, only adding to the viewers assumptions.Â
He pulled her into a hug, mumbling âYou smell good.â into her hair as a way of greeting. She wrapped her arms around his waist and squeezed tightly, rocking back and forth.Â
âDid they hear me?âÂ
âYeah.â They shuffled over to the computer together, her almost afraid to read the chat that was still scrolling at a million miles a minute. Lando read out one comment that said âcan Landoâs girlfriend fight?â and raised a questioning eyebrow at the girl next to him.Â
âHeck yeah. Look at these muscles. Try me.â She bounced back and forth on her heels, hands up in a boxing stance.
Lando laughed at her, locking her in a headlock that she quickly wiggled out of. âNot fair,â she whined. âCaught me by surprise.âÂ
He pulled her in front of him to straighten out the locks of hair heâd mussed, and kissed her forehead before looking down at her. âWhat if we told them about us right now?âÂ
âYou think?â She worried her bottom lip between her teeth, and he ran a gentle thumb over it to get her to stop.Â
âI think theyâre going to love you as much as I do.â She leaned into him at that statement, and he watched her eyes as she seemed to process his statement.Â
âAlright,â she still looked hesitant, but brightened up as she opened her mouth to speak again. âIâm already wearing the right shirt and everything.âÂ
âQuadrants #1 fan.â He smiled, pulling her over to the computer. They split the chair so that both of them could sit, and she draped her legs comfortably over his. He rested one hand on her thigh, using the other to restart the stream. âReady?âÂ
She nodded, and all of a sudden they were back online.Â
âHi, chat.â Lando smiled, laughing as the comments started pouring in. âIâve been meaning to introduce you to someone. This is my girlfriend, y/n.âÂ
âHi, everyone,â y/n said, sporting a smile to match her boyfriendâs. âHow are you doing?âÂ
âFinally.â Max let out a sigh, clicking his camera back on.Â
âThanks for covering for us, Max.â The trio sat and talked for a little bit, y/n answering questions for her from the chat that Lando pointed out every once in a while. They eventually turned the game back on, y/n holding her own and often outranking Max and Lando. In the midst of waiting for a new game to load, Lando wrapped an arm around her waist, squeezing her side.Â
âIâm so glad I get to show you off now.â
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@y/nl/n: catâs out of the bag đ¤
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Ateez Choi San â Safe Habor
Genre: SMUT (mdni / 18+), angst, fluff, strangers to lovers au
Pairing: Attorney! San x CEO! Reader (fem)
Word Count: 22.5k
Warnings/content: divorce topics, reader is framed for drug possession and distribution, domestic violence by reader's ex (very brief scene), mentions of a failing marriage, lack of support from parents, please note that the reader's ex husband in this story is a random name I made up and so are other names in his story other than ateez, court battles, restraining order, reader gets arrested, driving under strong emotion, making out, breast play, dry humping, hand job, oral sec (f receiving) / cunnilingus, fingering, clit play, vaginal penetration, protected sex (pill), multiple orgasms, praising, pet names (sweetheart, baby), sorry if I missed anything else!
You stand in front of the large windows of your penthouse, gazing out at the city skyline. The lights from the buildings in the distance flicker like stars, but tonight they bring you no comfort like they usually did.
The weight on your shoulders has been growing heavier with each passing day, pressing down on you until it's nearly suffocating.
The argument you had with your husband, Baek Jaeyoon, echoed in your mindâ his awful words were sharp, cutting, and so very dismissive. Heâd once made you believe in the possibility of a partnership, a marriage of equals, but now you see it was an illusion, one carefully crafted by him and your family.
You never wanted to marry so early in the relationship, especially not for convenience, for business. But your familyâs expectations were clear: Jaeyoon was the right choice, the only choice, a perfect match simply because his family was as wealthy as yours.
Sure, you liked him. You even dated him for a couple of months before your family said itâs time to get married. Yet, the more time passed, the more you realized you were just another asset in a long line of acquisitions for him. The love you once tried to cultivate has wilted away, leaving behind a barren landscape of resentment and pain.
Tonight, you finally admit it to yourselfâafter a year of being his wife, this marriage is over.
Your heart clenches with the thought, but thereâs a quiet strength within you. The decision is terrifying, yes, but also liberating. Youâre not just doing this for yourself; youâre doing it to reclaim the life youâve lost in the process.
Youâre Y/Nâ the CEO of one of the biggest furniture companies in the nation, Saturn & Co. â a woman who has built her career and reputation on her own terms. Youâve faced hostile takeovers and boardroom battle. Surely, you can handle this.
But you know youâll need help, someone who can guide you through the legal labyrinth that awaits. You first think of Hongjoong, your longtime friend, a friend you've known all your life.
Hongjoong comes from a lawyer family that has been in this field for generations. His father was a very reputed attorney, now retired, who helped many wealthy clients win their legal battles. His father became friends with your father during their college days and are still very close to this day, so it's no surprise that you and Hongjoong became great friends too. Heâs always been there when you needed him, and now, more than ever, you need his expertise.
With a deep breath, you turn away from the window and reach for your phone, dialing his number.
After three rings, he answers your call. "It's almost eleven. Shouldn't you be asleep?"
"Well, hello to you too, Joong," you chuckle, "Why are you still up?"
"Ah, I'm just going over some documents for a high profile case," he explains, "What's up? All okay? You never call this late."
You take a deep breath. "I... this might sound crazy or stupid, but I want to get a divorce."
There was silence on the other end for a brief moment before he said, "It's not crazy or stupid. Have you thought this through completely?"
"I have," you answer with a sigh, "You know how my parents are. They will throw a huge tantrum and threaten to disown me as usual." Hongjoong hums at that. "But Joong, I just can't live with Jaeyoon anymore. He's not the same person. We're always fighting, and he's always saying the most hurtful, disrespectful things to me."
Truthfully, Hongjoong never liked your husband. He always thought Jaeyoon seemed too short-tempered and controlling. However, you seemed to be happy initially, or at least that's what you showed the outside world, so Hongjoong never commented on it, especially since it wasn't his place to do so. But he did hint at it once or twice. Once your parents got involved, he knew what the outcome would be, and he only hoped you would fight back and make the right decision.
"Have you considered couple's therapy?" Hongjoong asked.
"I did, and I brought it up to him. He got extremely upset, said there's nothing wrong with him, that I'm the problem and I need therapy, and I should be grateful that he even chose to marry me."
Hongjoong rolled his eyes. "That stuck up asshole. He thinks quite highly of himself."
The rest of the conversation with Hongjoong is brief but comforting. He listens to your concerns without any judgment, his voice steady and reassuring while he gives his legal input.
âDivorce isn't my area of specialty, you know that. But my friend, a fellow attorney in my firm, Choi San, is one of the greatest attorneys I've ever seen. Heâs worked on many cases similar to yours and has a great record,â Hongjoong says, âHeâll make sure youâre taken care of, Y/N. You have nothing to worry about.â
But worry is exactly what you feel. Not about the process, but about what comes after. The unknown stretches before you, vast and intimidating. Still, youâve made your choice. And for the first time in a long while, you feel like youâre the one in control.
The next day, you find yourself walking into Hongjoongâs law firm, a sleek, modern building with glass walls and minimalist decor. The receptionist greets you with a warm smile, and soon youâre being escorted to a private conference room. You wished Hongjoong was here, but he was in an important meeting with one of his clients.
As you wait, blankly staring at a painting in the room, your mind races with questions. What will San be like? Will he understand the complexity of your situation, the nuances that come with being in a marriage like yours? What if he's an old man who thinks people should push through a dead marriage like your parents? It was so common for society to frown upon a divorced woman.
The door opens, and your thoughts scatter as a man steps inside. Is this an attorney or a model?
Heâs quite tall, broad shoulders, siren eyes, dressed sharply in a black tailored suit, with an air of confidence that is immediately reassuring.
His eyes meet yours, and for a moment, youâre struck by the calm intensity in them. Thereâs a softness there, too, something that puts you at ease despite the circumstances.
But God, is he the most stunning man you've ever seen.
âMrs. Baek,â he says, extending a hand. His voice is smooth, professional, but thereâs a warmth in his tone that surprises you. âIâm Attorney Choi San, but please call me San. Itâs a pleasure to meet you.â
You shake his hand, feeling the strength in his grip. âThank you for meeting with me on such short notice, San. Please, call me Y/N, I'm trying to get rid of the 'Mrs. Baek' title," you joke, though it was true.
San chuckles and nods. âOf course, Y/N. Hongjoong spoke very highly of you.â He gestures to the chair across from you, and you both sit down.
"I understand youâre looking to proceed with a divorce," he says, taking a laptop out of his bag and setting in on the table before opening it. "Don't mind me, I just need to take notes of what you say so I can better understand how I can help you."
You nod, the words feeling heavy in your throat. âYes. I⌠I want to make sure everything is handled properly. Thereâs a lot at stake, and I canât afford any mistakes.â
San gives you a reassuring smile, and you notice he has dimples. You couldn't help but think that he was extremely charming. "Don't worry, Y/N. You're in safe hands," he says, "Now, how about you start by telling me about your marriage and what prompted you to seek divorce?"
You take a deep breath and look at him directly. âI never wanted to get married so early in the relationship. It wasnât about loveâit was about business, aligning our families. And I⌠I tried, but Jaeyoon⌠heâs not the man I thought he was. We dated for a couple of months, and he was genuinely really nice. But soon after we got married, he suddenly doesnât respect me, and lately, it feels like heâs more interested in controlling me than being my partner.â San listens intently as you explained your situation. The more you talk, the more you notice the way he focuses on you, his attention unwavering even while he's typing on his laptop.
San nods when you finish speaking, his expression serious but understanding. âIt sounds like youâve been carrying this weight for a long time.â
âI have,â you admit, your voice softer. âIâve always put my family and my company first, but I canât keep doing that at the expense of my own happiness and mental peace. I want out, but I donât want this to become a spectacle. My family⌠theyâll try to push back, and Jaeyoonâs family will make things difficult too.â
You continue to tell him more about your life, and he asks the right questions, probing gently but thoroughly, and it becomes clear that he understands the complexities of your lifeâthe family expectations, the business implications, the emotional toll.
San leans forward slightly, his gaze steady on yours. âThe first step is to file a petition for divorce. Since both of you are public figures, we can request that the details remain confidential to avoid any unnecessary media attention. Weâll also need to consider how any joint assets will be divided, as well as any potential claims from Jaeyoon regarding spousal support.â
As the meeting progresses, you feel a sense of relief washing over you. Sanâs approach is meticulous, but thereâs also a kindness to him that you hadnât expected. Heâs not just treating this as another case; heâs treating you like a person, like someone who deserves to be heard and supported.
âWhat kind of timeline are we looking at?â you ask, a hint of anxiety creeping into your voice.
âIt depends on a few factors,â San replies, his tone calm and reassuring. âIf Jaeyoon agrees to the divorce and we can reach a settlement outside of court, it could be finalized in as little as six months. However, if he contests it, especially regarding asset division or other terms, it could take longerâpotentially a year or more.â You frown, the thought of this dragging on for so long unsettling.
âAnd if it does go to court?â
âIf it goes to court, weâll be prepared,â San assures you with confidence. âIâll work to ensure that your interests are protected. That means gathering all the necessary financial documents, assessing the value of shared assets, and if needed, preparing for depositions and hearings. Iâll handle the legal strategy, but Iâll also make sure youâre fully informed every step of the way.â
âWhat about my company? Saturn & Co. is my lifeâs work. I canât afford for it to be affected by this.â
Sanâs expression softens slightly as he considers your concern. âWeâll make protecting your company a priority. Given that Saturn & Co. was established long before your marriage, weâll argue that it should remain entirely under your control. But weâll need to be thorough in documenting that your company assets and finances are distinct from any shared marital property.â
You let out a breath you didnât realize you were holding. âThank you, San. This is all so overwhelming.â
He gives you a small, encouraging smile. âThatâs what Iâm here for, Y/N. Iâll guide you through this process, and weâll take it one step at a time. Youâre not alone in this.â
By the time you leave the law firm, youâre still apprehensive about the future, but for the first time, you feel like youâre not facing it alone. And as you think back to the way Sanâs eyes softened when you spoke, you realize that maybe, just maybe, this wonât be as lonely as you feared.
2 months later
The familiar scent of Jaeyoonâs cologne hits you as soon as you step into the penthouse and hang your coat in the closet after a long day at work. The air is thick with tension, and you can feel the weight of the divorce papers in your bag like a lead anchor.
You mentally thanked San for being so quick to give you the documents. Since you had no kids with Jaeyoon, and your pre-nup was very straightforward about how any joint assets should be divided, San said your case wasn't very complicated.
In the 2 months of working with San, you have grown to take a liking towards him. He was kind and gentle towards you, and he always gave you his full attention when you spoke. When you went to Hongjoong's birthday party a month ago, you were delighted to see San there as well; that's when you got to know him in a non-professional way, and you genuinely thought he was the sweetest, most understanding man you had ever met.
Now, standing in your penthouse with the divorce papers in hand, you felt extremely anxious. You had rehearsed this moment countless times in your mind, but now that youâre here, every word you planned feels inadequate.
Jaeyoon is seated in the living room, scrolling through his phone, but he looks up as you enter. Thereâs an expectant look on his face, like he knows somethingâs coming. He's certainly no stranger to the way youâve been acting these past two months, and he was often very angry when you refused to be intimate with him.
You steel yourself, trying to gather the courage you need. âJaeyoon... We need to talk,â you say, your voice steady, though your heart is racing.
His brow furrows as he puts down his phone. âWhatâs this about, honey?â he asks, and you mentally cringe at the pet name.
You reach into your Dior tote bag and pull out the divorce papers, holding them out to him. For a moment, Jaeyoon just stares at them, as if he doesnât understand. But then, slowly, he takes them from your hand.
He skims through the content of the top page. âWhat the hell is this?â His voice is low, almost calm, but you can hear the anger simmering just beneath the surface.
âItâs what I should have done a long time ago,â you reply, trying to keep your voice from shaking. âI want a divorce, Jaeyoon. This marriage⌠it isnât working.â
He flips through the papers, his expression darkening with each passing second. âYou canât be serious,â he finally says, his voice rising. âDo you have any idea what this will do? To us? To our families? To the business?â
âIâve thought about it,â you say, standing your ground. âThis is the only way forward for me. I canât live like this anymore.â
Jaeyoonâs face twists with rage. âYou ungrateful fuckingââ He doesnât finish the sentence. Instead, he slams the papers onto the coffee table, the sound echoing in the quiet room. âAfter everything Iâve done for you, this is how you repay me?â
âYou didnât do anything for me, Jaeyoon,â you say, your voice breaking. âYou did it for yourself. For control. Iâm not your possession. I tried to fix this marriage for months, but you refused to make any attempts to realize how horribly youâve been treating me.â
Before you can react, heâs on his feet, his hand striking you across the face with a force that sends you reeling. The sting is sharp, but the shock is even sharper. You stumble back, your hand instinctively reaching for your cheek.
âJaeyoon!â you cry out, but heâs already moving.
"I'll fucking kill you!" His eyes are wild, fury taking over as he grabs a nearby vase and hurls it at you. You barely have time to duck, and the vase smashes into the wall behind you, hitting your shoulder in the process before shattering into pieces on the floor. A sharp pain shoots through your shoulder, but you force yourself to stay on your feet.
Your breath comes in short, panicked gasps as you stare at the broken remains of the vase, the reality of what just happened crashing down on you. This is no longer just about a failed marriageâthis is about your safety, your life.
Without another word, you turn and run out of the penthouse, the door slamming behind you. You donât stop until youâre in the elevator hastily pressing the button for the parking garage, your body shaking uncontrollably. You were glad your bag was still with you and had all the stuff you neededâ your phone, wallet, and keys.
As soon as you reach the parking garage, you make your way to your car. You unlock it with your keys and quickly lock yourself in. You realized you ran out in your house slippers when it's freezing outside, but that was the least of your concerns right now.
You needed to get out of here.
You switched your car engine on and put your seat belt on, ignoring the pain in your shoulder. Tears blur your vision as you fumble for your phone, and before you know it, youâve dialed Sanâs number. While his phone rang, you moved the gear selector in your car to drive, and you wasted no time in pressing on the accelerator, leaving the garage and the gates of the apartment building.
Your phone was connected to your car, and San's soft voice was heard. "Hello?"
"SanâŚ" Your voice is barely a whisper, choked with sobs. "Sannie, I..."
âY/N? What happened?â His voice is immediately alert, concerned. The sound of your car's indicator alerted him further. âWhere are you? Are you in a car?â
âI⌠Iâm driving. I canât⌠I donât know what to doâŚâ Your words tumble out in a rush, your mind spinning.
"Y/N, tell me where you are. It's not safe for you to drive under strong emotion. Please pull over, I'll come get you."
"He... he hit me," you cried, ignoring San's words. "I left... I'm driving and I don't... I don't know where I'm going, butâ"
"Sweetheart, please," San begs, and the sudden nickname makes your heart burst, and you find yourself calming down a bit. "Please pull over. It's not safe. Please."
And you finally listen to him. "Okay," you murmur, taking a deep breath. You make a turn into what seems to be the parking lot of a hospital. You parked in the first slot you could find. "I... I stopped."
"Okay, what do you see around you?" San asks, and you can hear some muffling in his background.
"A hospital," you say, glancing around from your car for the name of it. "Geumgang Asan hospital."
San lets out a breath in relief. "You're actually right by my apartment," he says, and you hear a door close in his background.
"Which apartment?" You ask, voice still shaky.
"Raemian Caelitus," he answers, "Stay right there. Iâm coming to get you. Donât move, okay? Iâll be there in a few minutes. Which car are you in?"
You don't respond to San. Instead, you put your car in drive and head for his apartment complex, doing the complete opposite of what he told you to do.
"Y/N?"
"I'm almost there," you say to him.
San groans. "Y/N... It'sâ"
"I know, I know," you chuckle, "but it takes less than two minutes by car. Besides, I'm already here." You pull up to the apartment gates, rolling your window down to speak to the security. He took down your name and number before opening the gates for you.
You drove to the guest parking lot and parked there, waiting for San to get to you. You slump against the car seat, your tears falling freely now. The numbness starts to set in, and you wrap your arms around yourself, trying to hold the pieces of yourself together.
It feels like an eternity, but in reality, itâs only a minute or two before there's a knock on your car window. You grab your bag and keys, getting out of your car. The cold night air feels chilly against your tear-streaked face. Youâre still trembling; the shock of what happened earlier was refusing to release its grip on you.
San doesnât say a wordâhe just pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly as if he could shield you from everything that just happened.
You break down completely, sobbing into his chest, and he just holds you, his hand gently stroking your hair. âItâs okay,â he murmurs softly. âYouâre safe now. Iâve got you.â
When you started shivering, San noticed that you weren't wearing a coat, and your feet were only covered with your house slippers. He immediately takes his coat off and wraps it around you before picking you up bridal-style, wasting no time in making his way back to his apartment.
Once you reach the warmth of San's apartment, he sets you down on his couch. His actions made you sob more as you were touched by the way he treated you. He continued to hold you in his arms, trying to control the anger he felt at seeing the faint handprint mark on your cheek.
After a while, when your sobs start to quiet, San gently tilts your chin up to look at him. His eyes are filled with worry, but thereâs also a fierce determination there. âWeâre going to make sure he never hurts you again,â he says firmly.
You nod, unable to find the words, but the way San looks at youâso protective, so caringâgives you some strength. You feel like youâre moving toward something better, something thatâs just for you.
The two of you sit in silence for a while. You tried to gather your thoughts, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of your emotions.
Eventually, he speaks, his voice gentle but serious. "Y/N... do you want to talk about it?"
You take a deep breath. "I gave him the divorce papers... he didn't take it well. Everything happened so fast. He slapped me, and then he threw a vase at me."
He cupped your face with one hand, gently stroking your cheek, a look of worry in his eyes. "Are you hurt anywhere?"
You knew your shoulder was definitely bruised, and you could still feel the dull ache. But you didn't want to tell San that.
"No... I'm okay," you lied. "Jaeyoon said he would kill me when he threw the vase. I left right after that." You noticed the way San's jaw clenched.
âY/N, what that dickhead did tonight is beyond unacceptable. We need to take steps to make sure youâre safe. I think we should file for a restraining order against him.â
You glance at him, fear creeping back into your mind. âBut⌠thereâs no proof. Itâs just my word against his.â
San nods, understanding the concern. âI know it feels like an uphill battle, but your testimony is important. The court can issue a restraining order if it believes thereâs a credible threat, even without physical evidence. Your account of what happened, combined with the details of your marriage and the pattern of controlling behavior, can be enough to convince the judge.â
You hesitate, the thought of facing Jaeyoon in court, of reliving the nightmare, filling you with dread. âWhat if they donât believe me? What if⌠what if this makes everything worse?â
San reaches over, gently squeezing your hand. âIâll be with you every step of the way, Y/N. Not just as your lawyer, but as someone you can trust, someone you can count on," he says, and you felt butterflies in your stomach. "Weâll present your case as clearly and thoroughly as possible. We can also gather any supporting evidence like records of past arguments, any messages or emails that show his controlling behavior. Even if we donât have a video or physical proof, your word carries weight, Y/N.â
His reassurance steadies you somewhat, and you nod slowly, deep in thought while blankly staring at the numerous law books on his bookshelf.
And then it hit you.
Video proof.
You turn to San with a hopeful look in your eyes. "I just realized, we have cameras in the living room. And this whole thing happened there, too. The footage should be on the app on my phone."
San's eyes widened, and a huge smile spread across his face. "This is perfect, Y/N! This would be more than enough to get the restraining order, as well as settle the divorce without having to go to court. Once we show him that we have evidence of his violence, there's no way he would fight back cause the court will most likely rule in your favor!"
You reach for your phone and unlock it, immediately opening the app. The footage gets saved in 30-minute intervals, and you were glad to see that it was still there and Jaeyoon had not deleted it yet. You downloaded the footage to have a copy of it on your phone. San requested that you send the footage to him as well so he could adjust the documents he wrote accordingly.
"Thank you, San," you say with a smile. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
He only smiled and stroked the back of your head. "Did you have dinner?" he asks, and you nod.
"Mhmm, I ate at work."
His face grew slightly serious when he noticed it was one hour to midnight. "Y/N, do you... want to stay the night here? I have a guest room. But if you're uncomfortable and you prefer a hotel or somewhere else, I can drive you. Whatever's most comfortable for you."
"I want to be here with you," you say in a soft tone, your words sending San's heart into a frenzy.
He nods and gets up. "Make yourself at home. Let me prepare the guest room a little bit first, okay? If you want to drink or eat something, the kitchen is all yours."
"Thanks, Sannie."
While San was busy setting up the guest room, you looked around the living room of his apartment. The decor was so simple and beautiful, and you noticed many pieces of furniture were actually made by your company. You loved how clean his apartment was, not even a pillow out of place. You noticed he had a giant boba tea plushie in the corner of the room, and you couldn't help but think San was so adorable.
"It's ready," he says, and you enter the guest room. You noticed there was a hoodie and a t-shirt neatly folded on the bed. San noticed you glancing at it. "I realized you don't have any clothes to sleep in. I didn't know if you preferred warm clothes or something more airy, so I got both. In the bathroom, there's a pack of spare toothbrushes in the cabinet. If you want to take a shower, I kept a smaller bathrobe for you and a towel."
You hug him tightly. "Seriously, thank you, Sannie."
"You don't have to thank me, Y/N," he murmurs, "Get some rest, hmm? I'll be in my room if you need me."
He turns to leave, but you grab his arm. "Wait..." you hesitate, "I... um..."
"Hmm?"
"Can you... can you perhaps... stay here with me, please?" You ask in a quiet tone, feeling your cheeks heat up.
"Oh, um, I can if you want me to," he answers, his own cheeks turning pink. "Let me get ready for bed first, and then I'll join you, okay?"
You nod and he leaves the room to give you some privacy. You head into the bathroom to change out of your clothes and take a quick shower. You brushed your teeth and put some lip balm on. You chose to wear his t-shirt, which served as an oversized t-shirt for you. Taking a whiff of the t-shirt, you lightly hummed in delight, his scent of him making you feel some type of way.
When you exited the bathroom, San was already under the covers of the bed. He shyly pats the space beside him, and you slid under the covers with him.
San kept a bit of distance from you to not make you feel uncomfortable. You really appreciated that, but you wanted him to be closer.
Knowing the gentleman San is, you knew you had to speak up first.
"Can you... come closer?" You squeak out, slightly embarrassed. San chuckles and does as you say.
"Anything else?" he teases. You turn on your side so you're facing him, and the faint light from the nightlamp makes his skin glow somehow. San was so beautiful inside out. You were utterly mesmerized by him.
"Closer," you whisper. San moved closer to you, his head now on your pillow. You could feel his breath on your face and the warmth radiating from his body.
"Closer," you say again, looking between his eyes and his plump lips that were slightly parted. You reached for his arm and put it over your waist.
San understood what you wanted, but he restrained himself from giving in. "Y/N... what are you doing?" he murmurs, his hand placed softly on your back. His eyes were staring intensely into yours as if to see if you felt the same way as him in this moment.
"I want you to kiss me," you say, voice barely above a whisper.
San gulps, unsure of what to do. He wanted to kiss you, but he wasn't sure if you were really in the best mental state for that after what happened just a few hours ago.
You look at him, an expectant look on your face. You wouldn't have asked him to kiss you if you weren't confident that he felt something for you. You were not ignorant to the way he looked at you, the way he spoke to you, the way his eyes subtly roamed your body when you were in his office, the way he took a sharp inhale of your scent in a crowded elevator... but then you started to overthink.
What if he didn't want to kiss you?
What if all those signs weren't as deep as you think they are?
"I'm sorry," you say to him, and his eyebrows furrow in confusion. "I didn't realize I was being too straightforward with this, and I understand if you don't want to kiss me. I should haveâ"
San placed his lips on you, shutting you up instantly. "There's nothing I want more than to kiss you," he mumbles against your lips, pulling you closer to him. "I just... don't want to put any pressure on you when you're in a vulnerable state."
You smiled against his lips, feeling touched by how considerate San was towards you.
And then you kissed him. His lips were so soft and warm while it molded with yours, and you couldn't help but feel relaxed while he kissed you back in such a soft manner, as if you were extremely delicate. You wrap your arms around his neck to pull him even closer, a small whimper leaving his lips when he feels your body flush against his.
You pull away first to catch your breath. You watch as San's eyes slowly open to look at you. There was a kind look in his eyes, one that screamed of adoration.
San lets out a little giggle when it hits him that the two of you really just kissed. He kisses your forehead and holds you in his arms while he tells you all the little things you did that made his heart flutter.
Eventually, sleep finds its way to both of you, the night ending in a warm embrace.
Two days later, you and San head to the courthouse, where he helps you file for the restraining order. The process is grueling, forcing you to recount the events of the night two days before, but San is there with you, guiding you through every step. His presence is a lifeline, his calm professionalism giving you the strength to face what lies ahead.
When the judge finally reviews your petition, you feel a knot in your stomach. But as San presents your case, emphasizing the danger youâre in and the need for protection, you see the judgeâs expression soften.
After what feels like an eternity, the judge grants the temporary restraining order. Itâs not permanent yetâthere will need to be a hearing for thatâbut itâs a critical first step. For now, Jaeyoon is legally required to stay away from you, and any violation of that order could lead to serious consequences for him.
When you leave the courthouse, you feel a mixture of relief and lingering anxiety. But you also feel a small spark of hopeâhope that, with Sanâs help, you might finally be able to take control of your life again.
You and San part ways to head to your respective workplaces, but he promises to see you after.
When you reach your office building, you're surprised to find your secretary waiting outside the doors of your office.
"Ms. Y/N," she starts, "Your parents are here, inside your office. I told them to wait outside, but they refused. They seemed to have found out about..."
You nod at her. "That's okay, Yena. Thanks for the heads up."
"You have a meeting in about ten minutes with the design team for the summer patio collection. I can postpone the meeting for you if you'd like."
"That won't be necessary," you say, "I'll be done in five minutes, hopefully. My parents... I know what to expect from them." Yena nods and wishes you luck.
You enter your office, shutting the doors behind you. You aren't surprised to see the rage on your parents face.
"Filing for divorce behind my back and getting a restraining order against your husband? What are you thinking?" Your mother says, a look of disappointment clear on her face.
You sigh. "Tell me, mom and dad, had I told you about it beforehand, would you have let me?" You say in a calm tone. "And that man is not my husband anymore."
"Y/N, you can not get a divorce. I forbid it," your father says in a strong tone. "You will bring utter shame to our family. I will not hesitate to take your name off my will."
You chuckle. "I don't care about your money, dad. I have my own company that I built on my own," you say, crossing your arms over your chest. "I will not live with a man that treats me like I'm inferior to him, a man that hits me and throws stuff at me."
"Jaeyoon was angry," your mother defends. "You betrayed him. He had every right toâ"
"Every right to abuse me? Do you hear yourself right now?" you gave her an incredulous look. "Is your daughter's happiness and safety not more important to you than your image and connections?" You turn to look at your father. "You said I'll bring utter shame to our family, but tell me how? I'm not the one who abused him and treated him like shit for months!"
"Enough, Y/N!" your father raises his voice. "You will do as I say. You better withdraw your case. I will talk to your lawyer. I don't want to hear you talk of divorce again. I better see you in the penthouse tonight."
"My apologies, father, but I'm done listening to you," you firmly stand your ground.
"Don't make me disown you, Y/N. You married into a very good family, someone who matches your background and status in society."
"By all means, please do," you say with a scoff. "I'm not making sacrifices for your sake anymore. I have a meeting to attend, so please leave."
You turn away from your parents and walk to your desk. You sit down on your chair, and face away from your parents.
"You're an ungrateful brat," your mother spits before walking out of your office, your father grumpily following behind.
You let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding as you slump down in your chair.
You loved your parents deeply, but you wished for once they would not care about money, power, and status, and start caring about the well-being of their child.
San sits at his desk, meticulously reviewing a file when the door to his office opens. He looks up to see your father standing in the doorway, his eyes hard and calculating. Thereâs no polite knock, no greetingâjust an imposing presence.
San got up from his seat and bowed politely. âMr. L/N, I wasnât expecting you. What can I help you with today?â
Your father steps into the office, the door closing behind him with a quiet click. He doesnât sit down, instead choosing to stand, towering over Sanâs desk.
"I came to discuss my daughter's case. This whole divorce nonsense. Itâs a mistake, and it needs to be stopped," your father explains. His voice is firm, commanding.
San doesnât flinch, meeting his gaze calmly while he took his seat. âWith all due respect, Mr. L/N, thatâs not something I can do. I represent your daughterâs best interests, and sheâs made it clear she wants to proceed with the divorce.â
Your father narrows his eyes, leaning forward slightly, the temperature in the room seemingly dropping. âPerhaps you didnât hear me, Mr. Choi. I said the divorce needs to be stopped. Iâm here to make sure it doesnât go any further.â
San remains seated, unbothered by the thinly veiled threat in the older manâs voice. He folds his hands on the desk, his expression composed. âYour daughter has the right to make her own choices, Mr. L/N. Iâm here to ensure that her voice is heard and her rights are protected. Iâm afraid I wonât be withdrawing from the case.â
The older manâs lips curl into a smile that doesnât reach his eyes. He takes a step back and places a briefcase on Sanâs desk. With a casual flick of his wrist, he opens it, revealing stacks of neatly arranged cash.
â125 million won. More than enough to make it worth your while to reconsider.â
Sanâs eyes briefly flicker to the briefcase before returning to the man in front of him. His expression doesnât change. He slowly rises from his chair, closing the briefcase with a firm click.
âIâm not interested in your money, Mr. L/N. My commitment is to my client, your daughter, not to the highest bidder,â San says in a steady tone.
Your fatherâs eyes darken. He straightens, crossing his arms over his chest. âYou might want to reconsider, Mr. Choi. You know who I am. I have powerful connections, and it wouldnât take much to have you fired. Youâre nothing more than an associate at this firm. Hongjoong and I go way back. One call from me, and youâll be out of a job.â
Sanâs jaw tightens, but he keeps his cool. He steps around the desk, standing toe to toe with your father. âYouâre free to make that call, Mr. L/N. But Iâll tell you right now that it wonât change anything. My integrity and my clientâs well-being come first. I wonât be bullied into backing down.â
For a moment, the two men stand in silence, the tension thick between them. Then your father lets out a low chuckle, though itâs devoid of warmth. âYouâre a fool, Mr. Choi. But Iâll leave you with this warning. Cross me, and youâll regret it. Youâll wish youâd taken the money.â
The door shuts behind him with a heavy thud. San stands in the now-silent office, his eyes lingering on the closed door for a moment. He exhales slowly, tension easing from his shoulders as he returns to his desk.
Sanâs thoughts drift briefly to you and the storm that might be heading your way. But he steels himself, ready for whatever comes next. His loyalty to you and his belief in doing whatâs right will not be shaken. Besides, he had enough trust in Hongjoong to know his friend would never listen to your father either.
Hongjoong sits at his desk, engrossed in reviewing a case, when the door to his office swings open with a heavy push. He looks up to see your father striding in without so much as a knock. His face is a mask of anger, but thereâs something moreâdisappointment, perhaps, or even hurt.
Hongjoong straightens up immediately, his surprise giving way to a faint smile of recognition. âUncle, I wasnât expecting you to stop by.â
Your father's jaw tightens at the familiar greeting, and he waves off the formality with a sharp motion. He stands in the middle of the room, eyes piercing as he regards Hongjoong with a mixture of affection and frustration.
Your father starts, âHongjoong, what is this mess with Y/N?â
Hongjoong sighs inwardly but keeps his composure. He gestures to the chair across from his desk. âPlease, sit down. Letâs talk.â
Your father shakes his head. âIâm not here to chat. Iâm here because of this nonsense with your associate, Choi San. Youâre letting him destroy my family. Youâve known Y/N since she was born, Joong. How can you allow this to happen?â
The use of his childhood name stirs something in Hongjoongâa reminder that this man was more than just a powerful businessman. He had watched Hongjoong grow up, had been at family dinners, birthdays, celebrations. But Hongjoong keeps his professional mask on, aware that this conversation would require careful navigation.
Hongjoong softly says, âUncle, you know I care about Y/N. Iâve always looked out for her, and Iâm doing that now.â
âBy letting her divorce her husband? By letting her throw away everything weâve built? This will ruin herâand us!â your father says, his voice rising.
Hongjoongâs face hardens slightly. He motions again to the chair. âPlease, Uncle. Letâs sit down and talk about this.â
Reluctantly, your father takes the offered seat, but not without a huff of frustration. He looks at Hongjoong, his gaze heavy with expectation. âYou need to fire that attorney of yours. Heâs putting ideas in Y/Nâs headâencouraging her to throw away a good marriage. You canât let this happen.â
Hongjoong takes a deep breath, knowing this was coming. His voice remains calm, though his loyalty to both San and you runs deep. âI wonât do that, Uncle. San is a brilliant attorney and one of my closest friends. More than that, heâs doing exactly what Y/N needs. Heâs protecting her.â
Your father leans forward, his tone sharp, âProtecting her? From what? Jaeyoonâs a good man. Heâs just been under stress! Y/Nâs exaggerating the situation.â
Hongjoongâs eyes narrow slightly, a rare flash of anger crossing his usually composed face. âThis isnât an exaggeration, Uncle. Jaeyoonâs hurt herâphysically, emotionally. Iâve seen the bruises myself from when he threw a vase at her. And heâs threatened her life too.â
Your fatherâs expression falters for just a moment, but he quickly covers it with a shake of his head. âY/Nâs always been dramatic. Sheâs too sensitive. Jaeyoon would never do that.â
âThis isnât drama, Uncle. This is abuse. Youâve known me my entire life, so you know I wouldnât say this lightly. If you donât believe me, ask Y/N yourself. Or better yet, spend one minute in a room with her and see the fear in her eyes.â
Thereâs a long pause as your father processes Hongjoongâs words. He looks down, his hands clenched tightly in his lap. For the first time, doubt flickers across his face, but his pride keeps him from showing it openly. âSheâs my daughter, Hongjoong. Iâm doing whatâs best for her.â
Hongjoong softens slightly, his tone more compassionate, âI know you love her, Uncle. But whatâs best for her isnât keeping her in a marriage thatâs tearing her apart. You want to protect her? Then let her go. Let her break free from Jaeyoon and start fresh. She deserves that much.â
The room falls silent again. Your father looks away, clearly uncomfortable with the direction the conversation has taken. Heâs used to being in control, used to getting his way, and now heâs faced with a situation that no amount of power or money can fix.
âI donât like this, Hongjoong. Not one bit,â your father says in a quiet tone.
Hongjoong nods. âI understand. But forcing her to stay will only make things worse.â
Your father finally looks up, his voice filled with resignation, âIâll think about what youâve said. But donât think Iâll just sit by and let this happen.â
Hongjoong watches as the older man slowly rises from the chair, his movements less confident than when he first entered the room. As he walks to the door, he hesitates, turning back to look at Hongjoong with a mixture of frustration and something almost like vulnerability. âYouâve grown up well, Hongjoong. Iâve always been proud of you. But I hope youâre not making a mistake.â
âThank you, Uncle. But I believe in what Iâm doing. I believe in protecting Y/N.â
With a final nod, your father turns and leaves the office, the door closing quietly behind him. Hongjoong sits back down at his desk, the weight of the conversation lingering in the air. He exhales slowly, his thoughts turning to you, hoping that your father will see reason before itâs too late.
3 weeks later
You sit at the head of the long glass table, eyes focused as one of your top designers presents the new luxury patio collection. The conference room buzzes with the energy of innovationâyour team is passionate, and it shows in the careful detailing of the furniture designs displayed on the digital screens along the walls. Teak wood, sleek metal accents, and eco-friendly materials come together in sophisticated harmony.
âWeâve incorporated the latest trends in sustainable materials, aiming to appeal to clients who prioritize both style and environmental responsibility. The durability will be a key selling point for the summer collection,â the chief designer explains.
You nod, your fingers drumming lightly on the surface of your notebook. Despite being from a wealthy family, youâve built Saturn & Co. from the ground up, and youâve learned to balance creativity with practicality. Your mind is already analyzing the numbersâthinking about production costs, price points, and the narrative you want to craft around this collection.
âI like the direction, but we need to ensure the pricing reflects the exclusivity. This is a luxury line, and our clientele expects something unique. Letâs look at limited editions to build that exclusivity,â you voice your opinion.
Your team exchanges glances, taking notes as you speak. You look at the marketing head next. âWe need to start the marketing campaign as soon as possible. I want a narrative that ties back to our brandâs legacy, something that shows weâre not just following trends but leading them.â
As you discuss the campaign, the atmosphere in the room is abruptly shattered by the sound of raised voices outside the glass doors. Your brow furrows in confusion as you glance toward the commotion. Before you can react, the doors swing open, and several uniformed officers from the Korean National Police barge into the conference room.
The room goes still, everyone frozen in place.
The officer in charge looks directly at you. âMs. L/N, you are under arrest for illegal possession and distribution of narcotics. Please stand and come with us.â
You feel the words hit you like a physical blow. The room spins for a moment, and your breath catches in your throat. You blink, trying to comprehend whatâs happening. Your colleagues stare at you in shocked silence, their faces a mixture of confusion and concern.
âThere must be a mistake,â you say, absolutely stunned at the accusation. Your voice feels distant, barely your own. The officer takes a step closer, his expression hard and unyielding. Two other officers flank you, moving into position as if expecting resistance.
âWe have a warrant for your arrest. You have the right to remain silent.â
Everything feels surreal, as though youâve been dropped into someone elseâs life. This canât be happening. Youâve never been involved with drugsâthis is absurd. You shake your head, your voice stronger now. âIâm innocent. Iâve done nothing wrong.â
The officers ignore your protests as they take you by the arms, pulling you to your feet. You glance around the table, your team frozen in disbelief. Your head of security moves toward you but is stopped by the officers, who block his path.
As youâre led out of the conference room, your heart pounds in your chest. Fear mixes with disbelief, but you force yourself to stay calm. You donât know how this happened, but youâre determined to fight it.
The walk through the Saturn & Co. building feels endless. Employees stop in their tracks, staring as you pass by, whispers rising in your wake. Your cheeks burn with the humiliation of it all, but you lift your chin and keep your expression calm, refusing to show any weakness.
Outside the building, a crowd has already gathered, cameras flashing in your face. You can barely hear the shouting reporters over the thrum of your own thoughts. As youâre escorted into the waiting police car, you canât help but wonderâwho could have done this? And why?
Your first thought was your ex-husband. Well, you still weren't legally divorced yet. But you had a gut feeling that it was him.
The door slams shut behind you, and as the car pulls away from the building, the reality of the situation begins to sink in. Your life is about to be turned upside down, and you know exactly who you need to call: San. Heâll help you. He has to. Right?
Its been a while since you saw San as he was busy handling back-to-back cases and traveling to meet clients and witnesses. You also bought a new apartment and were busy moving and unpacking your stuff, so you didn't have much time to meet up with him either.
Once you reached the station, you were thrown into an interrogation room. The cold, sterile room is a stark contrast to the familiar warmth of your office. The walls are bare, the fluorescent lights overhead casting a harsh, clinical glow. You sit at a metal table, your hands resting in front of you. Despite the fear bubbling up inside you, you keep your back straight, refusing to show the panic you feel beneath the surface.
Youâve been here for hours now. The officers had taken your personal belongings, leaving you feeling exposed and disconnected from the outside world. The initial booking process was a blur of fingerprinting, photographs, and paperwork. Now, itâs just you and the suffocating silence of the interrogation room.
The door creaks open, and two officers step inside. One of them, a senior detective, takes the seat across from you while the other leans against the wall, arms crossed. You can feel their eyes on you, studying your every move, waiting for any sign of weakness.
âMrs. Baek... or should I say, Ms. L/N? The public may not know everything, but we certainly do. Now, do you know why youâre here?â
You look at him, your heartbeat thudding in your ears. You swallow hard, trying to keep your voice steady. âIâm innocent. I donât know why Iâve been brought here. This has to be a mistake.â
The detective leans back in his chair, pulling out a manila folder and flipping it open. He slides a few photographs across the table toward you. You glance down at themâimages of plastic bags filled with pills and powder, some stashed in a high-end handbag that looks disturbingly similar to one you own. âThese drugs were found in your possession. We have evidence linking you to a drug-selling operation. Do you care to explain?â
Your stomach drops, and your hands instinctively clench into fists in your lap. You shake your head, staring at the images as though they might change if you blink hard enough.
âThatâs not mine. I donât know how those drugs got there. Iâve never been involved in anything like this. I swear,â you say.
The detective raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by your denial. He taps one of the photos with his finger. âThis was found in your car, Ms. L/N. Are you telling me someone planted these drugs without your knowledge?â
Your mind races. You remember parking your car that morningâeverything was normal. But nothing makes sense now. You feel trapped, caught in a nightmare where you donât know the rules.
âI donât know how it got there. Iâve never seen those drugs before in my life, neither do I do drugs. I can do a drug test to prove that.â
The detective exchanges a glance with the other officer, who remains silent but watches you carefully. He leans forward, as if to intimidate you. âMs. L/N, the evidence is stacked against you. Your fingerprints were found on the packaging of the bag. We were secretly searching for those involved in drug distribution of this very drug, a drug that can only fall in the hands of someone with a lot of money and influence.â
The words hit you like a punch to the gut. Your fingerprints? You struggle to breathe evenly, trying to understand how this could be happening. âThatâs impossible. Iâm not involved in any of this. Someone has set me up.â
The detective doesnât blink. He looks at you as though youâre a puzzle heâs trying to solve, but you can tell he doesnât believe you. âThis is your chance to come clean, Ms. L/N. The sooner you cooperate, the better this will go for you. Tell us who youâve been working with, and maybe we can work something out.â
You shake your head, frustration and fear mixing into a potent cocktail in your chest. Your voice rises slightly, despite your efforts to stay calm. âIâm not involved in any drug operation. I donât know whoâs behind this, but itâs not me.â
The detective leans back, his expression hardening. He closes the folder and taps it lightly against the table before standing up. âIâve heard it all before. Youâre looking at serious charges here, Ms. L/N. You might want to think about your next steps carefully.â
As he leaves the room, the door shuts with a heavy click, leaving you alone once again. You drop your head into your hands, your heart pounding so hard it feels like it might burst out of your chest.
How did this happen? Who could possibly want to destroy you like this? The questions whirl through your mind, but there are no answers. You take a deep breath, reminding yourself of what you know to be true. Youâve done nothing wrong. You just need to hold on, stay strong, and prove your innocence.
A knock sounds at the door, and it opens again. This time, itâs a different officerâone who escorts you back to a holding cell. Theyâve told you a lawyer is on the way, and that thought alone keeps you from unraveling completely.
You pray that itâs San. Heâll know what to do. Heâll fight for you. But even as you cling to that hope, the uncertainty gnaws at you. Youâve never felt so powerless in your life.
San steps out of the courtroom, the echo of his clientâs relieved voice still ringing in his ears. He had just secured another victoryâan ironclad defense that left the opposition scrambling. His confidence is high as he buttons his suit jacket, his mind already shifting to the next case on his docket.
Just as heâs about to push through the heavy glass doors of the courthouse, his phone buzzes in his pocket. Glancing down, he sees Hongjoongâs name flashing on the screen. He frowns slightly, knowing Hongjoong was out of the city at the moment, but he swipes to answer.
"Hongjoong hyung," San answers in a cheerful tone, "Youâre catching me right after a big win. Whatâs up?"
Thereâs a brief pause on the other end, and when Hongjoong speaks, his voice is tight, serious. âSan, weâve got a really fucked up situation. Itâs about Y/N.â
Sanâs heart skips a beat at the mention of your name. His hand tightens around his phone, and the world around him seems to blur for a moment.
âWhat happened? Is she okay?â San asks, concern evident in his voice.
"No. Sheâs not. She was arrested earlier today," Hongjoong says grimly. "I just spoke to her father. Her parents aren't going to see her until this mess is sorted out. She has basically no one to support her now other than us."
San stops dead in his tracks, his stomach plummeting. People brush past him in the courthouse lobby, but heâs completely still, his mind racing. âArrested? For what?â
âDrug possession and distribution. The police found drugs in her car, but itâs clear sheâs been framed. Itâs all over the news nowâphotos, headlines, everything. Iâm in Gwangju meeting with some clients now as you know, and I canât get back to Seoul until tomorrow morning. I need you to handle this for me. I thought of representing her myself, but she needs an attorney as soon as possible. Please represent her.â
Sanâs chest tightens with a mix of disbelief and anger. He can already see how this might play outâthe media will have a field day, and your reputation will be dragged through the mud. âOf course, Iâll handle it. Iâll go to the station right away.â
Thereâs another pause, this time longer. San can almost hear Hongjoongâs hesitation through the phone. âI trust you with this, San. I know youâll fight for her like I would⌠maybe more.â
Sanâs breath catches. He stares at the floor for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts. âWhat are you getting at, hyung?â
Hongjoongâs tone shifts, a little lighter despite the gravity of the situation. âI know how you feel about her, she's like a sister to me. Iâve known for a while now, Sannie. You care about her, and not just as her attorney.â
Sanâs mind reels. Heâs always kept his feelings for you carefully hidden, even from Hongjoong. But itâs clear now that his friend has seen through him âItâs not something I planned, hyung.â
"I didnât say you did," he says gently, "but maybe this is a chance to show her how much you care. Not as an attorney, but as someone whoâs willing to stand by her through the worst of it."
San runs a hand through his hair, conflicted. His stronger feelings for you have always lingered just beneath the surface, a quiet undercurrent to the professional relationship youâve shared during your divorce proceedings. But now, as youâre facing this crisis, he knows those feelings are about to come to the forefront, whether heâs ready or not.
It's not like you don't know of his feelings after sharing a steamy kiss on his bed. You just didn't know that his feelings for you were stronger than what he showed.
âRight now, Iâm her attorney. Thatâs what matters. Iâll get her out of this mess first,â San says in a firm tone.
Hongjoong chuckles softly, âYouâre a good man, San. Iâm glad she has you in her corner. Iâll be back tomorrow to help however I can, but for now, please take care of her. And be carefulâthe mediaâs already circling like vultures.â
San nods, even though Hongjoong canât see him. His mind is already spinning with what needs to be done: pulling strings, calling in favors, and working to get you released as soon as possible. But beneath all that, a deeper urgency thrums inside himâan overwhelming need to protect you, to be there for you, not just as an attorney but as someone who deeply cares about you.
âDonât worry, Hongjoong hyung. I wonât let her down.â
Hongjoong hums. âI know you wonât. Keep me updated, and Iâll be there first thing tomorrow.â
The call ends, and San slips his phone back into his pocket. He stands there for a moment, staring blankly at the glass doors in front of him. His pulse quickens, and he shakes off the lingering shock. You need him now more than ever, and thereâs no time to waste.
He steps outside into the late afternoon sun, his mind already focused on his next move. As much as this case will test him professionally, San knows it will also test him personally. And for you, heâs willing to face whatever comes next.
With determination in his step, San gets into his car, heading straight for the police station. Thereâs no way heâll let you go through this alone.
You sit on a hard bench in the holding area, your hands clasped tightly together, the events of the last few hours playing over and over in your mind like a bad dream. You still canât wrap your head around it. Arrested. Framed. And now, sitting here, waiting for somethingâanythingâthat will prove your innocence.
The door to the holding area swings open, and you look up instinctively, hope sparking in your chest.
And then you see himâ Choi San.
His maroon suit jacket is slightly wrinkled from his hurried movements, his face a mix of worry and determination as he strides toward you.
For a moment, you canât move, your breath catching in your throat. Relief floods through you as he approaches, his eyes softening as they meet yours.
San frowns, yet his expression was gentle. âY/NâŚâ
He kneels down in front of you, his presence grounding you in this moment, even though your world feels like itâs spinning out of control. His voice is low, calm, and it soothes the chaotic mess of your thoughts.
"San⌠I didnât do this. I swear," you say in a trembling voice. "I donât know howâ"
He holds up a hand, his expression steady and resolute. âI know. I believe you, sweetheart.â
The simple statement, spoken with such certainty, nearly undoes you. Youâve been holding yourself together, refusing to cry, refusing to breakâbut the sheer relief of having someone believe you shakes you to your core. You take a deep breath, blinking back the tears that have been threatening to spill over.
âI donât understand how this happened. Who would do this to me?â you mumble.
San glances around the room, ensuring no one else is too close, before leaning in slightly, his voice quieter but still firm. âThatâs what weâre going to find out. But first, Iâm getting you out of here. Iâve already spoken with the officers. Thereâs not enough evidence to support holding you overnight. Youâll be out soon, and weâll start working on clearing your name.â
His confidence eases the tight knot of fear that has been sitting in your chest since the moment you were arrested. You nod slowly, feeling a flicker of hope. San has always been calm under pressure, and now, in the face of this disaster, his calm feels like a lifeline.
âThank you, San. I donât know what Iâd do without you.â
San smiles a little, his eyes never leaving yours. For a moment, something unreadable flickers in his gazeâsomething deeper than just professional obligation. He stands, offering you his hand to help you up. âYou donât have to go through this alone, Y/N. Iâll be by your side every step of the way.â
You take his hand, letting him pull you up from the bench. For a moment, you just stand there, the weight of the day pressing down on you, but Sanâs hand in yours keeps you steady.
Just as he promised, within the next hour, he navigates the process with the officers, and the paperwork is completed. Youâre released, but the gravity of the situation still hangs over you like a storm cloud.
As you step out into the cold evening air, San walks beside you, his hand hovering near your back, a silent but steady presence. The flashing lights of a few reportersâ cameras catch your eye, and your stomach churns with dread. The story is already out there, and now itâs not just the legal system you have to worry aboutâitâs the court of public opinion.
San leans in to whisper in your ear, âIgnore them. They donât matter right now.â
You nod, swallowing the rising anxiety as you step toward Sanâs car, slipping into the passenger seat. Once youâre both inside, the weight of the day crashes down on you all at once.
San glances over at you as he starts the car, his voice gentle. âWeâll figure this out, Y/N. I promise.â
His words are meant to comfort, but you can hear the determination behind them. You trust himâmore than anyone right nowâand that trust is the only thing keeping you from falling apart completely.
"Can we... go to your place, please?" you say, voice barely above a whisper.
"Of course we can," San answers with a smile, his dimples showing.
The car pulls away from the station, the city lights blurring by outside the window. You donât know what comes next, but with San by your side, you feel like maybeâjust maybeâyouâll be able to get through this.
The exhaustion catches up to you and you fall asleep in San's car.
Once San parks in his designated spot, he's quick to put a face mask on you to ensure no one recognizes you while he takes you to his place. You were still deep asleep with a frown on your face, so San resorted to carrying you bridal-style to his apartment.
He tried to be very slow while placing you down on the bed in the guestroom, but the movement stirred you awake. When you open your eyes, San's face is just inches away from yours.
You sit up straight and hug him, the teers falling freely now. He warmly embraces you, telling you words of encouragement and how he'll be with you through it all.
While your sobs quieted down, San pulls away to look at you. "I'll make us some dinner, hmm? I'll take about half an hour. Is that okay?" he asks sweetly, his thumbs reaching to brush your tears away.
"Can I... be in the kitchen with you? I don't want to be alone," you murmur.
San leans in to place a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Of course, sweetheart. You don't even have to ask." You smile lightly, your heart racing in a good way this time.
"Let's go now, hmm? I plan to make your favorite side-dishes!"
The courthouse is bustling with activity as people file in and out of courtrooms, their footsteps echoing off the marble floors. You sit beside San on a wooden bench outside the courtroom, waiting for your case to be called. Youâre dressed professionally, trying to project the calm confidence that comes naturally to you in the boardroom, though inside youâre anything but calm.
Your heart pounds in your chest, and you feel the weight of every glance thrown your way by people passing by. The gravity of the situation is suffocating, but Sanâs steady presence beside you keeps you grounded. He hasnât left your side since this nightmare began, and for that, youâre grateful.
San leans closer, his voice low and reassuring, âRemember, this is just the arraignment. Theyâll present the charges, and Iâll enter a plea on your behalf. After that, weâll have time to prepare for the real battle. Stay calm, and let me do the talking.â
You nod, drawing a deep breath and trying to steady your nerves. San gives you a small, encouraging smile before standing as your case is called.
âThe People versus Y/N L/N.â The bailiff calls out.
The words send a jolt through you, but you rise to your feet, following San into the courtroom. As you walk down the aisle, you catch sight of a few reporters lurking in the back rows, their cameras trained on you. It takes everything in you to keep your head high and your expression neutral as you approach the defense table.
The judge, a stern older woman with sharp eyes, sits at the bench, looking down over the courtroom. The prosecutor stands across from you, a tall man with a stack of folders in front of him, looking all too confident.
The judge glances at the paperwork in front of her. âThis is the arraignment for Y/N L/N. Letâs proceed.â
The prosecutor steps forward first, clearing his throat. âYour Honor, the defendant has been charged with illegal possession of narcotics and distribution of a controlled substance. Given the amount found and the nature of the charges, the prosecution believes there is sufficient evidence to proceed with the case.â
The words hang in the air like a death sentence, but you stay quiet, your hands clasped tightly in your lap. You glance at San, who remains calm and collected, his focus razor-sharp. He rises to address the court, his voice steady.
"Your Honor," San starts, voice firm, "my client pleads not guilty to all charges."
The judge nods, making notes as San continues, his tone professional but determined. "We would also like to request that Ms. L/N remain free on bail while we prepare our defense. My client has fully cooperated with the investigation thus far and has strong ties to the community. She is not a flight risk, nor is she a danger to the public."
The prosecutor steps forward again, shaking his head. âYour Honor, given the severity of the charges, we believe that bail should be revoked. The defendant was found in possession of a substantial quantity of illegal narcotics. In fact, the police were in search of individuals tied to the distribution of this very drug. We consider her a significant flight risk, particularly given her financial resources.â
You swallow hard, anxiety tightening in your chest as the prosecutor speaks. Youâve never felt so vulnerable, so exposed. Sanâs hand brushes yours under the table, a small but comforting gesture, and you glance at him. His expression is calm, though his eyes flash with determination.
San stands up again. âYour Honor, my client is a respected CEO, one that is dearly loved by her employees, and has no prior criminal record. She has been falsely accused and fully intends to clear her name. She has no intention of fleeing and will cooperate with any conditions the court deems appropriate.â
The judge taps her pen against her desk thoughtfully before looking up. âGiven the circumstances and the defendantâs lack of prior offenses, I will allow Ms. L/N to remain free on bail, provided she adheres to strict conditions. She will surrender her passport and be subject to regular check-ins with law enforcement. Any violation of these conditions will result in immediate incarceration.â
Relief washes over you, though itâs tempered by the reality that this is just the beginning. San nods respectfully to the judge, and you follow suit, standing as the judge dismisses the court.
As you turn to leave, you feel the weight of the reportersâ eyes on you once again. The camera flashes, the whispersâit all threatens to swallow you whole. But San places a reassuring hand on the small of your back as you walk out of the courtroom together, his presence steady and unwavering.
Outside, the fresh air hits you like a lifeline, and you take a deep breath, feeling some of the tension leave your body.
âYou did great in there,â San says.
You give him a weak smile, though the anxiety still churns inside you. The legal battle is just beginning, and the road ahead looks long and treacherous.
âThank you, San. For everything.â
He glances down at you, something soft and unspoken in his eyes, before giving you a nod.
âWeâll get through this. I promise,â he assures you.
With those words, you both walk toward his car, the future uncertain but no longer quite as overwhelming. You trust him, and for now, thatâs enough.
2 days later
The rich, dark wood of Hongjoongâs office and the soft leather chairs normally evoke a sense of calm professionalism, but today the air is thick with tension.
You sit at the large table in the corner of his office, San beside you, his expression serious and focused. Across from you is Hongjoong, his brow furrowed in concentration, and to his right is Yeosang, a lawyer specialized in criminal law whom Hongjoong had brought in to help navigate this tangled mess.
Yeosang leans forward, flipping through the files spread out on the table, his sharp eyes scanning the details of your case with practiced ease. He seemed to be in deep thought. âWeâre dealing with someone who knows what theyâre doing. The drugs were placed in a high-traffic areaâyour carâand, more importantly, they had your fingerprints on them. It was deliberate for sure.â
You lean back in your chair, frustration and disbelief bubbling beneath your surface composure. âBut how? How did they even get my fingerprints on the bags? Iâve never touched drugs in my life.â
Yeosang looks up at you, his expression calm and reassuring, though his mind is clearly racing through possibilities. âItâs not impossible to get your fingerprints on something without your knowledge. It couldâve been as simple as someone using an item of yoursâa glass, a piece of paper, even a surface you touchedâand transferring the prints to the bags. Itâs not common, but itâs doable with the right resources.â
Sanâs hand tightens slightly on the table beside you, his jaw clenched. His eyes are sharp, focused on the bigger picture. âThis wasnât some random setup. Someone orchestrated this carefully. They knew exactly what they were doing. The question isâwho benefits from framing Y/N?â
A heavy silence settles over the room as everyone exchanges glances. The answer hovers in the air, unspoken but undeniable.
âIt has to be Jaeyoon,â Hongjoong voices out grimly.
You nod, the name sitting like a stone in your gut. The thought had crossed your mind more than once since this all startedâyour soon-to-be legally ex-husband, vindictive and controlling, would have the motive and the resources to pull something like this off. But even knowing that doesnât make it any easier to accept.
âHeâs been desperate to stop the divorce, but I refused to back down. He knows heâs losing his grip on me, and his familyâs connections⌠theyâd give him access to people who could do this.â
Hongjoong nods, his expression hardening with a protective edge. Heâs known you and Jaeyoon long enough to have seen the warning signs, even if it took time for you to accept them yourself. âIf Jaeyoonâs behind this, heâs playing a dangerous game. But we need proof. Right now, itâs all speculation.â
Yeosang taps his fingers lightly against the folder in front of him, deep in thought. âWeâll need to dig into Jaeyoonâs connections, his finances, and any third-party contacts he may have used. If we can find a trailâpayments to people who couldâve planted the drugs, any suspicious transactionsâwe can start to build a case. Of course, we can't do that without a court order, so we would somehow have to bring him up to the court to be able to access his finances.â
San sits up straighter, his focus laser-sharp. âSpeaking of finances, we went over Y/Nâs financial records. Theyâre cleanâno suspicious activity, no unexplained deposits or withdrawals. Whoeverâs doing this wants to make it look like sheâs running the operation without leaving any financial trail.â
Yeosang nods, impressed but not surprised. âThatâs important. It gives us a baseline to work fromâif there were any dirty money moving through your accounts, it would be much harder to prove your innocence.â
You feel a small sense of relief at that. At least that part of your life is still intact. But then the anxiety returns as the enormity of the situation sinks in. âSo⌠what now? How do we prove that it wasnât me?â
Yeosang leans forward again, his tone reassuring. âWe focus on the weak points in their setup. The planted drugs, the lack of a financial trail, and the circumstantial nature of the evidence. We need to show the court that thereâs reasonable doubtâand if we can link it back to Jaeyoon, weâll turn this whole thing around.â
Hongjoong looks at you, his eyes softening slightly. âWeâll figure this out, Y/N. We just need to be smart about it. Weâll start looking into Jaeyoonâs connections and anything we can do legally without a court order. There has to be somethingâsomeone who can tie this back to him.â
San speaks up, his voice resolute. âIâll coordinate with investigators and see what we can find. But we also need to be prepared for whatever Jaeyoon throws our way. Heâs not going to back down easily if we were to bring him to court.â
You nod, your mind spinning with everything thatâs been said. The pieces are slowly starting to come together, but thereâs still so much uncertaintyâso much at stake. Youâve always prided yourself on being strong, on keeping control of your life and your business, but now you feel like youâre navigating a minefield where every step could lead to disaster.
San looks at you, his gaze steady and unwavering. âYou wonât be fighting alone. Weâve got your back.â You nod at him, a smile playing on your lips.
The room falls silent again, but this time thereâs a sense of unityâof resolve. Youâre facing an uphill battle, but you know youâre not facing it alone.
The door opened, and Jonghoâ an intern under Sanâ stepped in, followed by your secretary, Yena. Their expressions were serious, and you immediately sensed that they had uncovered something important. Your pulse quickened as you turned to face them.
"I'm sorry to interrupt," Jongho began, his voice careful and respectful, "but we found something that might be really important."
Yena stood next to him, her eyes flicking to yours. âWe were reviewing the security footage from the office building, particularly your office since I'm the only one that has access besides you. We were checking to see if there was anything unusual that could explain how this whole situation began. And⌠well, something stood out.â
Jongho pulled out a tablet from the folder he was carrying and moved toward the table. Everyone in the room leaned in, curiosity and hope sparking through the air. San's focus sharpened as Jongho tapped the screen, pulling up the relevant footage.
âWe found this clip,â Jongho explained, âIt was taken the day before the police discovered the drugs. It shows an employee bringing two cream-colored bags to your officeâbags with wood samples inside.â
You leaned closer to the screen, watching the semi-grainy security footage play out. There you were, sitting at your desk, while one of the employees approached, two nondescript bags in hand. At first, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. You accepted the bag, placed it on the desk, and resumed your work.
But then your eyes caught something unusual.
âHeâs wearing gloves,â you muttered, the realization hitting you like a punch to the gut.
"Exactly," Jongho replied, his voice low but confident. "Thatâs what caught our attention. Wearing sterile gloves to deliver wood samples? Thatâs not standard."
Yeosang leaned forward, eyes narrowing as he focused on the details of the footage. "Itâs certainly not typical. Most people donât wear gloves unless theyâre handling something delicate, hazardous, or⌠they donât want their fingerprints on it."
San clenched his jaw beside you, his hand resting on the table as he processed the implications. "Who is this employee?" he asked Jongho and Yena, though his gaze stayed fixed on the screen.
Yena stepped forward. "Iâve seen him beforeâhe works in logistics, occasionally helping with deliveries. I believe his name is Jang Yohan. But Iâve never seen him wear gloves like that. I didnât think anything of it at the time, but now⌠it feels off."
"It wasnât just wood samples in that bag, was it?" you asked quietly, almost to yourself. The thought left a bitter taste in your mouth. "Thatâs how they did it. Whoever set me up had him plant the drugs in that bagâwearing gloves to avoid leaving his prints. My fingerprints are the only ones that would be found on it."
Yeosang leaned back in his chair, his mind clearly running through the possibilities. "It makes sense. They were carefulâcalculated. The gloves are the giveaway. Itâs likely whoever hired him instructed him to use them for this exact reason."
San handed the tablet back to Jongho, a grim determination settling over his face. "This is exactly what we need to create doubt in the prosecutionâs case," he said, his voice strong. "It doesnât clear Y/N yet, but it raises serious questions about how the drugs ended up in her possession."
Hongjoong, who had been pacing while the video played, finally stopped to look at you. His eyes were intense but filled with that familiar protective instinct. "We need to trace this back to whoever orchestrated it," he said firmly. "If itâs Jaeyoon, we need proof. We need to dig into his finances, find out if he paid anyone off, and see who this employee is connected to. Itâs the only way weâll be able to prove that Y/N was framed."
You nodded, your heart hammering in your chest. A glimmer of hope began to break through the fog of anxiety. "Thank you," you said quietly to Jongho and Yena. "This could be the key weâve been looking for."
Jongho offered a small, reassuring smile. "Weâll keep digging. There has to be more."
As they exited the room, the weight of the situation seemed a little lighter. You glanced at San, who was already gathering his thoughts for the next steps.
"This changes everything," he said softly, though there was an edge of fire in his voice. "Weâre going to prove your innocence, Y/N. Whoeverâs behind this isnât going to get away with it."
For the first time in days, you felt a small measure of hope. It was far from over, but now you had something to fight withâa direction to move in.
The video footage had given you something solidâsomething that could cast doubt on the charges against you. Yet, the deeper question still gnawed at you: who was behind it all? Jaeyoon?
Hongjoong was already pacing again, his mind clearly racing, when he stopped abruptly and turned to you, San, and Yeosang.
âY/N,â Hongjoong said, his voice sharper with a sudden realization. âThat employeeâthe one who handed you the bag with the wood samples. What exactly did he say when he gave it to you?â
You frowned, trying to recall the details of that day. "He said he would come back later to collect the bag after Iâd reviewed the samples. I didnât think much of it at the timeâjust normal procedure."
Hongjoongâs eyes narrowed thoughtfully. âAnd did he ever come back to get it?â
You nod your head. âYes, I had it sitting on my desk to review it later as there was ample time before the deadline to approve it. He took it while I wasn't there. If I remember correctly, he told Yena that he mixed up the samples.â
Sanâs gaze snapped toward Hongjoong, who looked deep in thought. Slowly, Hongjoong walked back to his desk, picking up a photo that had been part of the evidence submitted by the prosecution. It was a picture of the drugs found in your carâspecifically, the bags they had been placed in.
He stared at the picture for a long moment before grabbing a pen from his desk. Without a word, he drew a line across the image, right above a very noticeable purple mark on the bag. Then, he turned back to you.
âWhen you received the bag of wood samples,â Hongjoong began slowly, âdid you notice anything unusual about it?â
Your mind raced back to that moment. It had been a normal day, and you were preoccupied with your work. But now, with the intensity of everything, you tried to remember.
âThere was⌠a mark on one of the bags,â you said, furrowing your brow as the memory came into focus. âA black or purple ink mark.â
Hongjoong nodded, lifting the photograph up to eye level. "Look closely at this pictureâthe one of the drugs found in your car."
You leaned in, your eyes scanning the photo until they settled on the same purple mark that youâd just remembered. Your breath caught in your throat as the pieces began to fall into place.
âItâs the same bag,â San said, his voice tight with realization. âThe exact same bag we see in the footage.â
Hongjoong nodded, his expression grim. âThat employee came back for the bag because he wanted to switch out the wood samples for the drugs. The purple mark connects the bag found in your car with the one you were given in the office.â
Yeosang leaned forward, his fingers drumming against the table as his sharp mind began piecing it together. âThis means whoever set this up planned it meticulously. They planted the drugs in the same bag that youâd innocently handled with the wood samples, ensuring your fingerprints were on it. When the police found it, thereâd be no questionâit would appear like youâd been in possession of it the entire time.â
You sank back in your chair, a mix of anger and disbelief coursing through you. âThis was all calculated,â you murmured. âThey knew exactly what they were doing.â
Sanâs face hardened, a new determination sparking in his eyes. "We have a direct link now. This bag connects the planted drugs to the employee who handed it to you. Itâs evidence that can start to unravel their case against you."
Hongjoong crossed his arms, the gears of his mind turning. âIf we can find out who this employee is connected to, weâll have the leverage we need. Iâm willing to bet everything that Jaeyoon is involved. We just need to follow the trail.â
Yeosang nodded in agreement. âThe bag, the gloves, the purple mark... itâs all pointing toward a deliberate setup. We just need to dig deeper into the employeeâs background, see whoâs pulling the strings.â
San turned to you, his expression softer now but no less serious. "Weâre getting closer, Y/N. This is the break we needed."
You met his gaze, feeling a flicker of hope return. It wasnât over yetânot by a long shotâbut with this new piece of evidence, you were finally beginning to see a way through the darkness.
-Ă-Ă-Ă-
2 weeks later
The courtroom was quieter this time, but the tension was even more palpable than before. You sat beside San at the defense table, your fingers gripping the edge of the chair. Across the aisle, the prosecutor shuffled through his papers, confident as ever. The employeeâthe one who had handed you the bags. Jang Yohanâwas sitting at the witness stand, his eyes darting nervously around the room.
San was focused, calm, but you could feel the intensity radiating from him as he prepared to question the witness. Hongjoong sat a few rows behind you, his presence reassuring as always, while Yeosang was absent, working on other elements of the case. This was a critical moment, and everyone knew it.
The judge entered, and the room stood in unison. After the usual formalities, the hearing began. The prosecutor wasted no time presenting the case, confidently restating that the evidence was clear: you had been found in possession of illegal narcotics, your fingerprints were on the bags, and the prosecution would show that you were guilty of the charges.
Then it was time for San to present your defense. He stood slowly, his movements deliberate as he approached the judge.
"Your Honor," San began, his voice steady and commanding, "new evidence has come to light since our last hearing, which I believe will cast significant doubt on the charges against my client. We have footage that shows my client receiving the bags containing the drugs, but thereâs more to it than that."
You couldn't help but find San extremely attractive. The way he carries himself, the way he speaks... focus, Y/N.
The judgeâs eyes sharpened with interest. "Proceed, Mr. Choi."
San gestured toward the screen where the footage would be displayed. As the security video played, the room grew silent. You could see yourself sitting at your desk, accepting the bag from the employee. Everyone watched intently as the employee, conspicuously wearing sterile gloves, handed the bags over with care.
After the footage ended, San spoke again. "As you can see, the employee, Mr. Jang here, who delivered the bag at that time was wearing gloves. We found this suspicious, and upon further investigation, we discovered that the bag in questionâboth the one delivered in my clientâs office and the one found in her carâhas a unique identifying mark."
San held up a printed image of the bag, with the purple ink mark circled clearly in the photograph. "This very evident purple mark is present on both the bag from the footage and the one seized by the police. My clientâs fingerprints were found on the bag because she handled it while inspecting wood samples," San explained. "We believe that Mr. Jang, under instruction, delivered the bag intentionally so that Ms. L/N's fingerprints would easily be all over it. We also have the footage of Mr. Jang coming back to Ms. L/N's office to get the bags hours later, wearing sterile gloves yet again. Additionally, a large chunk of footage was deleted from multiple viewpoints around the office building the same day Ms. L/N received the wood samples. The footage from Ms. L/N's office can only be accessed by Ms. L/N herself and her secretary."
The judge leaned forward, her eyes on the witness stand where the employee sat, clearly uncomfortable. "So youâre suggesting this employee, Mr. Jang, was complicit in planting the drugs, Mr. Choi?"
San nodded. "Yes, Your Honor. And we intend to prove it."
The judge turned her attention to the prosecutor, who frowned but nodded for the employee to be questioned.
San approached the witness stand, his gaze locking onto Mr. Jang, who was already shifting nervously in his seat. He started with a calm but pointed question. "Can you explain why you were wearing gloves when delivering the bag?"
Mr. Jang hesitated, his eyes flicking toward the prosecutor for support before returning to San. "IâI donât really remember," he stammered. "It was a normal delivery."
San didnât let up. "Is it normal for you to wear hospital-grade sterile gloves when handling wood samples that are already placed in a bag?"
Mr. Jangâs face flushed. "Not usually, no."
"Yet, on this particular occasion, you chose to wear gloves?" San pressed.
Jang Yohan fidgeted, clearly uncomfortable with the scrutiny. "I guess Iâuh, I wasnât thinking."
Sanâs expression remained cool as he continued. "Or were you instructed to wear them? Were you told to ensure your fingerprints werenât left on the bag?"
His eyes widened, and you could see the panic starting to set in. "No, I wasnât instructedâ"
"Then how do you explain the purple mark on the bag?" San cut him off smoothly, pulling out another image of the bag found in your car, the mark clearly visible in both photos. "This is the same bag you delivered to my client, isnât it?"
His lips pressed into a thin line. He glanced at the prosecutor again, but this time the prosecutor remained silent. His hesitation only deepened the growing suspicion in the room. "I donât know," he muttered, avoiding eye contact.
San stepped closer, his tone still measured but carrying a steely edge. "You donât know? Or you donât want to say? Who instructed you to plant those drugs in Ms. L/Nâs possession?"
The room was dead silent as everyone waited for his answer. The employeeâs hands fidgeted in his lap, beads of sweat forming on his brow. After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice barely a whisper. "No one⌠no one told me to plant anything." You inwardly sigh in utter frustration.
San took a step back, giving the employee a moment to breathe, but his eyes never left the manâs face. "You realize perjury is a serious crime, donât you?"
He swallowed hard, his Adamâs apple bobbing as he did. "Yes⌠yes, I know."
San nodded once, satisfied for now. He turned back to the judge. "Your Honor, this manâs refusal to provide a clear explanation, combined with the evidence of the identical bags and the suspicious nature of his actions, strongly suggests that someone instructed him to plant the drugs in Ms. L/Nâs possession. We will continue to investigate this matter, but we believe this evidence raises significant doubt about my clientâs involvement."
The judge glanced from San to the employee, her expression unreadable. "Mr. Choi, I agree that the evidence raises questions. We will continue to allow further investigation into this matter, but for now, we will adjourn until the next scheduled hearing. The court is dismissed."
You felt a small wave of relief wash over you as you heard the sound of the gavel. The case wasnât over, not by a long shot, but you could see that San had managed to shift the momentum in your favor. As the courtroom slowly emptied, you turned to San, gratitude and hope mixing in your chest.
"Thank you," you whispered, knowing full well that without him, the situation would have looked far bleaker.
San gave you a small, reassuring smile. "Weâre getting there, Y/N. Step by step."
-Ă-Ă-Ă-
2 days later
The cafĂŠ was quiet, the low hum of conversation and the clinking of coffee cups providing a subtle background noise. San and his bestfriend Wooyoung, a corporate lawyer, sat at a corner table, their eyes scanning the room as they waited.
Wooyoung adjusted his jacket casually, the tiny recording device hidden within the fabric. He leaned back in his chair, his expression calm and collected, while San checked the time on his phone.
A few minutes later, the cafĂŠ door swung open, and the employee, Mr. Jang Yohanânervous, disheveled, and clearly rattled from the last court hearingâstepped inside. His eyes darted around anxiously before they landed on San and Wooyoung. With a deep breath, he approached the table, his steps hesitant.
"Mr. Choi," he greeted San with a shaky voice, "you wanted to speak with me?"
San nodded, gesturing to the chair across from him. "Yes, have a seat."
Jang Yohan glanced around once more before sitting down, his hands fidgeting on the table. Wooyoung remained silent, observing the man carefully, his expression unreadable.
San wasted no time. He leaned forward slightly, his voice calm but firm. "We know youâre involved in framing Y/N, but what we need now is the full story. Who ordered you to plant the drugs in her car?"
The employee swallowed hard, clearly nervous. His gaze shifted to Wooyoung, who gave him a polite but unreadable smile. The pressure was mounting, and it was clear that the employee was caught between fear and guilt.
"IâI've told you, no one ordered me to do anything," he stammered, his voice trembling.
Wooyoung, sensing the employeeâs hesitation, leaned forward, his tone friendly but sharp. "Look, weâre not here to ruin your life. But if you donât come clean, this is going to end badly for you. You donât want to be the fall guy in this mess, do you?"
Jang Yohan blinked, his hands shaking slightly as he looked down at the table. His shoulders slumped under the weight of the situation.
"I⌠I was just following orders," he whispered finally, his voice barely audible.
San exchanged a quick glance with Wooyoung, sensing that they were finally breaking through.
"Whose orders?" San asked, his tone measured, giving the man space to speak without pressure.
He hesitated, his fingers tapping nervously on the table. He glanced around again, clearly afraid of being overheard. Wooyoung remained calm, his hand resting casually on the table, the recording device capturing every word.
"It was⌠Ms. L/N's mother-in-law," the employee said, his voice shaking. "She⌠she approached me. She told me to place the drugs in Y/Nâs car. She said it was the only way to stop the divorce and protect their family. She said she would have my kids expelled from their schools if I didn't listen. She also paid me off, and IâI didnât know what else to do... I worked very hard to put my two children in a decent school, and one of them in guitar lessons."
The air around the table seemed to freeze as the words hung there. Sanâs expression didnât change, but inside, a surge of anger and determination flared. This was the confirmation they needed.
"Jaeyoonâs mother, Mrs. Baek," San repeated, his voice carefully controlled. "She orchestrated all of this?"
Jang Yohan nodded quickly, looking down at his lap as if ashamed of his role. "Yes. She said her son told her there were no security camera's in Ms. L/N's office so there was no way I would get caught. They told me to delete the other footage of me moving about the building. I never wanted to do this."
Wooyoung leaned back slightly, giving the employee a sympathetic look. "And now, here you are, being dragged into a legal mess that could ruin your life."
He nodded, his face pale. "I didnât know it would go this far. I just⌠I just did what she asked. I was scared of my kids' lives getting ruined."
San leaned back as well, keeping his expression neutral. "Well, youâve just confessed to a crime. But hereâs the thingâweâre willing to help you. If you cooperate with us, we can protect you and get you out of this. Your kids will not be affected in any way. But youâll need to testify in court. Youâll need to tell the truth."
Jang Yohan looked up, his eyes wide with fear but also relief. "Youâll⌠youâll help me?"
Wooyoung nodded, offering a small smile. "Weâll make sure youâre protected. But you have to stick to the truth, no matter what happens."
He nodded quickly, looking like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. "Iâll do it. Iâll tell the truth. I donât want any more trouble. I just want a good life for my kids."
San and Wooyoung stood up, the deal made. As they left the cafĂŠ, Wooyoung adjusted his jacket again, the recording safely stored. The confession was all there, captured and ready to be used in court.
As they walked toward the car, San turned to Wooyoung, his expression relieved but still serious. "That was risky, but it worked."
Wooyoung grinned, patting his jacket lightly. "Sometimes a little pressure does wonders."
San nodded, his mind already moving to the next steps. This was the turning point they needed. The truth was finally coming to light, and now, with the employeeâs confession and the evidence in hand, they could start dismantling the case against you.
-Ă-Ă-Ă-
1 week later
The courtroom buzzed with anticipation as people filled the seats, journalists whispering to one another and spectators craning their necks to get a better view of the proceedings.
You sat beside San, your pulse racing as you watched the judge take her seat. This was itâthe moment where everything could finally come to light. San had been relentless, and now the confession that could clear your name was about to be delivered.
The employee who had played such a pivotal role in your framing sat nervously at the witness stand, fidgeting as the prosecutor paced in front of him. Across the room, you could see the prosecutorâs frustrationâthis wasnât going to go the way they had hoped. San, calm and composed as ever, sat back in his chair, waiting for his moment.
After the preliminary questions from the prosecution, it was Sanâs turn. He stood up, buttoning his jacket before walking toward the witness stand, his presence commanding the room. Jang Yohan avoided eye contact, clearly uneasy but ready to confess what he had done.
San didnât waste any time. He stopped directly in front of the witness stand and addressed the employee with a calm, measured voice. "Youâve already testified that you were the one who delivered the bag to Ms. L/N. Now, I want you to tell this court exactly what you told me. Who ordered you to place the drugs in her car?"
The courtroom fell silent, every eye on the employee. He glanced nervously toward the prosecutor before finally speaking.
"It was Mrs. Baek, Ms. L/N's mother-in-law," the employee admitted, his voice trembling. "She told me to do it. She⌠she said it was to stop the divorce, that if I didnât help, her family would be ruined. She threatened to have my kids expelled from their school, and she paid me a lot of money, too."
Gasps rippled through the courtroom, and the judge raised a brow in interest. San continued, his expression neutral but firm.
"So, Ms. L/N's soon-to-be ex-husband's mother orchestrated the entire plan to frame Ms. L/N for drug possession and distribution?" San asked, his voice steady.
The employee nodded, his face pale. "Yes. She paid me to plant the drugs in Ms. L/N's car. I didnât want to, but she⌠she said I had no choice. She promised I wouldnât get in trouble if I helped her."
San turned to the judge, his tone shifting to one of firm conviction. "Your Honor, this confession clearly establishes that my client has been framed by her ex-in-law's family. This entire case against Ms. L/N has been a deliberate attempt to discredit her and force her into submission."
The judgeâs gaze moved from San to the prosecutor, who looked visibly shaken by the turn of events. The entire courtroom felt the weight of what had just been revealed.
"I request," San continued, his voice growing stronger, "that the court issue a subpoena for the financial records of Mr. Baek Jaeyoonâs family. If this court examines their transactions, I am confident we will find evidence of payments made to individualsâperhaps even this very employeeâproving that this was a calculated scheme to frame my client."
The judge looked thoughtful, leaning back in her chair. She glanced at the prosecutor, who was still recovering from the bombshell of the confession.
The prosecutor rose, clearly scrambling for control. "Your Honor, while the testimony is damning, we must be cautious about making broad accusations without hard evidence. There is no direct proof connecting the Baek family finances to any payments made in relation to this case."
San didnât miss a beat. "That is precisely why Iâm requesting access to their financial records. We have the employeeâs confession, and now we need to follow the money trail. If Baek Jaeyoonâs mother orchestrated this, the payments will be there. This court needs to see the full picture before passing any judgment on my client."
The judge tapped her fingers lightly on the bench, her eyes shifting between the prosecutor and San. After a long moment, she spoke.
"Mr. Choiâs argument is compelling. Given the testimony weâve just heard, I am inclined to allow the request for a financial investigation into the Baek family. The court will issue a subpoena for the necessary records, and a thorough examination will be conducted."
You exhaled a breath you hadnât realized youâd been holding. The tension in the room eased slightly, but the stakes remained high. The judge nodded toward San, signaling that he had the floor.
"I also request, Your Honor," San added, "that the charges against Ms. L/N be dropped while pending the results of this investigation. With this new testimony, there is significant doubt about her involvement, and keeping her under suspicion serves no purpose."
The judge paused again, thinking it over, then turned back to the prosecutor. "Does the prosecution wish to oppose this request?"
The prosecutor, still reeling from the confession, reluctantly shook his head. "No, Your Honor. We will await the results of the investigation."
With a sharp rap of the gavel, the judge made her decision. "The court grants the request for a financial investigation into the Baek family and suspends the charges against Ms. L/N pending the outcome. This hearing is adjourned."
The courtroom buzzed with murmurs of excitement and shock as the judge exited. You let out a long breath, feeling lighter for the first time in what felt like forever. San turned to you, his expression softening as he met your eyes.
"Weâre not done yet," he said quietly, "but weâre closer than weâve ever been."
You nodded, relief and gratitude flooding through you. The truth was finally starting to emerge, and now, with the financial investigation underway, it was only a matter of time before the entire web of lies unraveled.
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1 week later
The atmosphere in the courtroom was electric with anticipation. Journalists lined the back rows, cameras flashing as they caught glimpses of the key figures entering.
Jaeyoon and his family sat on one side of the room, their expressions tense and cold. Across from them, you sat with San, your heart pounding as the final pieces of the puzzle came together. This was the moment you had been waiting forâthe culmination of everything youâd fought so hard for.
Your family, finally here to support you, sat behind you, their presence a welcome comfort in this fraught situation. They had never believed you before and hadn't supported you at all, but you couldnât help but not care today. You felt good today.
The judge took her seat at the bench, her sharp eyes scanning the room as she called the court to order. The tension was palpable as the final hearing began. This time, Jaeyoon and his family were the ones on trial, and you could feel the shift in the roomâthe power dynamic was no longer against you.
San stood up, his movements calm and measured as he approached the bench. He held a folder in his hand, the evidence that would finally expose Jaeyoon and his family for their crimes.
"Your Honor," San began, his voice steady and commanding, "the financial records that were subpoenaed have revealed a deeply concerning pattern of illegal transactions made by Mr. Baek Jaeyoon and his family. Over the past several months, large sums of money have been wired from Mr. Baek Jaeyoonâs personal account to an influential politician, Yoon Daechul. These funds were used to facilitate the procurement of illegal narcotics, which were then planted in Ms. L/Nâs possession as part of a scheme orchestrated by Mr. Baekâs mother."
A murmur rippled through the courtroom as San presented the financial records, each one showing the repeated wire transfers. The judgeâs expression remained neutral, but there was a spark of interest in her eyes as she leaned forward to examine the documents.
San continued, his voice unwavering. "The money trail is clearâeach payment corresponds with a significant political favor or action, all of which led to the acquisition and placement of the drugs. This politician acted as a middleman, using his connections to secure the narcotics that were used to frame my client. The Baek family attempted to cover their tracks, but the records donât lie."
The judge turned her attention to the prosecutor, who looked visibly rattled by the developments. "Does the prosecution have anything to say regarding these findings?"
The prosecutor stood, his expression stiff as he shook his head. "No, Your Honor. The evidence speaks for itself."
The judge nodded, then turned her gaze to Jaeyoon and his family. "Mr. Baek, your financial records clearly show that you and your family engaged in illegal transactions with a known politician in exchange for narcotics. This court will not tolerate such blatant disregard for the law, nor will it allow innocent individuals to be wrongfully accused as a result of your actions."
Jaeyoonâs mother shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her once imperious demeanor now replaced by visible anxiety. Jaeyoon himself remained stoic, but there was no mistaking the tension in his clenched jaw and stiff shoulders.
San took a breath before continuing. "Your Honor, I also want to address the broader context of this case. Ms. L/N and Mr. Baek Jaeyoon were once married, but their relationship took a dark turn. Ms. L/N sought a divorce after enduring emotional and physical harm at the hands of Mr. Baek. The situation escalated to such a degree that Ms. L/N was forced to file for a restraining order to protect herself."
He held up the restraining order for the court to see, his voice steady but filled with emotion. "This was not a simple marital dispute. Mr. Baek inflicted harm on Ms. L/N, both physically and emotionally. She had no choice but to separate from him and take legal measures to ensure her own safety."
Sanâs eyes flicked toward you for a moment, offering a reassuring glance before he turned back to the judge. "This conspiracy is an extension of Mr. Baekâs attempts to control and manipulate Ms. L/N. His actions have gone beyond personal harm and escalated into a criminal scheme designed to ruin her reputation and destroy her life."
Jaeyoonâs face reddened with anger. He shot up from his seat, glaring at San. "Thatâs a lie!" he shouted, his voice shaking with fury. "I never laid a hand on herâsheâs exaggerating everything to make herself look like the victim!"
The judge raised an eyebrow, her gaze hardening. "Mr. Baek, you will refrain from speaking unless addressed directly by the court."
Jaeyoonâs mother, unable to remain silent any longer, stood as well, her voice sharp and indignant. "Your Honor, this is nothing more than a slanderous attack on my family! That womanâ" she pointed accusingly at youâ"has been trying to ruin my son from the beginning! She never belonged in our family, and she couldnât handle the pressure of being part of something bigger than herself. This restraining order is just her way of making herself look innocent!"
The judgeâs gaze was ice-cold as she replied. "Mrs. Baek, the restraining order was granted based on documented evidence of harm and harassment. This court will not dismiss it as a fabrication."
Jaeyoon, sensing the growing tension between himself and his mother, suddenly snapped. "You know what? Fine! Yes, the money was wired. Yes, the drugs were planted, but it wasnât my idea!" He turned to his mother, his expression hardening. "This whole thing started because of her. She couldnât stand the idea of losing control, and she dragged me into this mess."
His mother gasped audibly. "Jaeyoon! How dare youâ"
"Itâs the truth, Mother!" Jaeyoon snapped, his voice filled with anger and bitterness. "You said we had to get rid of Y/N no matter what if she went through with the divorce, that she was a threat to our reputation. You were the one who wanted to frame her! I went along with it, yes, but you were the mastermind!"
The courtroom buzzed with whispers and murmurs as Jaeyoon threw his mother under the bus. His mother, for the first time, looked truly rattled, her confident demeanor cracking. She opened her mouth to respond but couldnât find the words.
The judge raised her hand, silencing the courtroom. "Regardless of who initiated the scheme, it is clear that both of you participated in an illegal conspiracy to harm Ms. L/N. The court is not interested in your blame-shifting; we are here to ensure justice is served. You will both be held accountable."
The judge turned back to you. "Ms. L/N, given the overwhelming evidence presented in this case, I hereby dismiss all charges against you. The court recognizes that you were the victim of an elaborate and malicious scheme. You are free to go."
Relief washed over you, your heart soaring as the weight of the past few months lifted from your shoulders. Sanâs hand brushed against yours beneath the table, a quiet gesture of support and reassurance. Behind you, your family let out sighs of relief, your mother placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.
But the judge wasnât finished. Her gaze returned to Jaeyoon and his mother, her voice now firm. "Baek Jaeyoon, your mother, and any individuals involved in this conspiracy will now face charges of fraud, bribery, and conspiracy to commit a crime. This court will see to it that justice is served. You are hereby ordered to remain in custody pending further investigation."
The gavel struck the bench, and the courtroom erupted into a flurry of activity. Reporters scrambled to document the fallout as Jaeyoon and his family were escorted from the courtroom in disgrace, their faces pale and drawn.
You stood slowly, still processing the magnitude of what had just happened. San was beside you in an instant, his hand resting gently on your back. "Itâs over," he said quietly, his voice filled with quiet triumph. "Youâre free."
You turned to face him, tears welling in your eyes, but this time, they were tears of relief and gratitude. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice breaking slightly. "I couldnât have done this without you."
San smiled softly, his eyes warm. "You didnât have to. We were always in this together."
As you left the courtroom, surrounded by your family and the people who had fought beside you, you felt a sense of peace you hadnât known in a long time.
Justice had been served, and for the first time in months, you could breathe freely, knowing that the truth had finally prevailed.
-Ă-Ă-Ă-
The morning sun cast a warm glow over the city as you drove toward Saturn & Co., your heart lighter than it had been in months. The events of the trial were still fresh in your mindâthe relief of being exonerated, the weight of the accusations finally lifting off your shoulders.
Today, you were returning to the company you had built, ready to step back into your role as CEO with renewed purpose after weeks of suffering.
As your car approached the building, you noticed something different. A large crowd of employees stood gathered outside the front entrance, their faces lit with excitement. You slowed the car, your curiosity piqued, and as you pulled into your parking spot, the realization hit youâthey were all waiting for you.
The moment you stepped out of the car, the sound of cheering erupted from the crowd. It caught you off guard, the sheer volume of their support overwhelming. Your heart swelled with emotion as you took in the scene in front of you.
"Welcome back, Ms. L/N!" someone shouted from the crowd, and soon, the voices of your employees echoed the sentiment, their cheers blending together in a wave of affection and celebration.
Your eyes landed on a large banner strung up across the front of the building. In bold, colorful letters, it read:
"Welcome Back to Our Beloved CEO! Weâre So Proud of You!"
Tears pricked at your eyes as you stood there, momentarily stunned by the outpouring of love. These were the people who had stood by you throughout everythingâwho had never lost faith in you even when the world seemed determined to tear you down. They had believed in your innocence, and now, they were here to celebrate your return.
A soft hand rested on your shoulder, and you turned to see Yena standing beside you, her face glowing with pride. "We wanted to do something special for you," she said, her voice filled with warmth. "Youâve been through so much, and weâre just so happy to have you back where you belong."
You smiled at her, your heart full of gratitude. "Thank you, Yena," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "This means more than I can put into words."
You took a deep breath and began walking toward the entrance, the crowd parting to let you through. Your employees clapped and cheered as you made your way up the steps, and for the first time in a long while, you felt a sense of peace and belonging.
As you reached the front door, you paused for a moment, turning back to the crowd. "Thank you," you said, your voice carrying over the noise. "Iâm so grateful for all of you. Saturn & Co. isnât just a companyâitâs a family. And Iâm proud to be your CEO."
The applause grew louder, and you smiled, feeling the warmth of their support wrap around you like a protective shield. With renewed energy, you stepped into the building, ready to lead once more.
Inside, the familiar sights and sounds of the office greeted youâpeople bustling about, the hum of conversation, the scent of freshly brewed coffee. It felt like home, and after everything you had been through, you realized just how much this placeâand these peopleâmeant to you.
As you walked toward your office, you passed by employees who smiled at you, offering words of encouragement and congratulations. By the time you reached your desk, you felt lighter, more hopeful than you had in months.
Sitting down, you looked out over the city through the large windows, a smile playing on your lips. The battle had been long and hard, but you had emerged on the other side stronger than ever.
A knock was heard at your door before Yena stepped in, a bright smile on her face that caused one to form on yours too. "Ms. L/N... the surprises aren't done yet!"
You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Really?"
"Mhmm, you have a dinner reservation with Attorney Choi San at the Signiel Hotel tonight," she says with a smirk, well aware of the feelings you had for San. "I also booked a suite for the two of you at the hotel."
You blushed, a small chuckle escaping your lips. "Yena... you're too much."
"I know!" she beamed. "I know you get off only at six thirty today, so I already packed a little bag for you. I also chose your outfit for tonight as well and I'll do your hair and makeup too!"
-Ă-Ă-Ă-
When you arrived at the restaurant in the hotel, your heart raced when you noticed San seated at a booth in the corner, looking at the Seoul skyline, the sun setting in the distance. He was wearing beige pants and a navy blue shirt with a couple of buttons undone. You were also wearing navy blue, and knowing Yena, you knew she purposely got you this dress to match with San.
As you moved closer to San, the sound of your heels caught his attention, and he turned to look at you.
He stands up, taking your hand in his. He brought your hand up to his lips, placing a delicate kiss at the back of it. "Y/N..." he greets, "you look gorgeous tonight."
You blush. "Thank you, so do you, Sannie."
San giggles. "Shall we?"
You take a seat across San, and he pours a glass of wine for you. "How was work? Yena told me your employees surprised you today." You nod your head, taking a sip of the sweet wine while you made conversation about the events of your day. San listened to you so attentively, his eyes full of adoration.
The waitress brought the food and you noticed it had some of your favorite dishes; ones that you told San you loved weeks ago. You felt really touched that he remembered your likes and dislikes.
The two of you ate in comfortable silence, occasionally talking about the food or an old memory while you both watched the sun set and the light from the buildings around became more bright.
After dinner, the two of you went to your suite at the hotel, putting on a romcom movie and sipping on some more wine. Throughout the movie, you were cuddled up to San's side, your arms wrapped around his muscular arm. You felt very at peace. You felt so safe with San.
Once the movie ended, you stretched your arms, getting up on your feet. You walk towards the floor-to-ceiling windows, placing a hand on the glass while you looked at the beautiful night view of Seoul.
San made his way towards you, pausing right behind you. "It's so pretty," you say in awe, turning around to look at him. The strap of your dress was nearly falling off your shoulder, catching San's attention.
San thought you were glowing. You looked so beautiful.
He took two slow steps towards you, towering over your smaller form. His eyes roamed all over your face. It seemed like he wanted to say something but was hesitant to.
"What's wrong, Sannie?" you ask, hand reaching up to cup his face. He placed a hand over yours while leaning into your touch. He was looking intensely in your eyes like as if he was looking for some signs.
"Can I kiss you?" San asks in the softest tone he could muster.
You smiled, feeling your cheeks heat up. "I'd like that."
San brought his free hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing along your skin. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, making you lean into his touch.
He leans down closer to you, brushing his lips against yours before gently kissing you. It felt just like how he kissed you at his place â soft, warm, and pure.
Your arms moved to wrap around his neck, pulling him even closer to you. You caught his bottom lip in between your teeth, giving it a light bite. San let out a faint moan at your actions, pressing his body against yours.
When San pulled away to breathe, you took the opportunity to kiss his neck, gently sucking and licking at his skin, making sure to leave a mark on him Your other hand traced the expanse of his shoulder before moving down his chest until you reached the button of his shirt that wasn't undone. You place your hand flat on his chest, and you could feel his heart beating fast.
You pulled away to look at him. "Can I?" you ask, eyes moving between his and the buttons of his shirt.
"Yes, please," he responds, and you slowly move your fingers to unbutton his shirt, his muscular chest and abs coming into view.
San swiftly swept you off your feet, carrying you bridal-style to the loveseat in the very corner of the living room. As soon as he sat down with you in his arms, you moved to straddle his lap. You gently push the navy blue shirt off his body, exposing his bare upper body to you.
Oh. My. Goodness. Holy. Fuck.
Now, this was a view you could never get enough of: San, half naked, looking up at you with hooded eyes, with the Seoul skyline in the background.
San smirked, extending his muscular arms along the top of the backrest of the loveseat. "Impressed?" He asks, titling his head slightly, a smug look on his face while he watched your eyes take in the sight of his body that he worked very hard on despite his hectic attorney schedule.
You leaned in to place a lingering kiss on his lips before you let yourself sit down completely on his lap, feeling his hard dick beneath you, the only barrier being the material of your panties and his pants.
You mimicked his smirk, straightening your body, reaching for the hem of your dress, taking it off right in front of his eyes, letting it pool on the ground, leaving you in just your lacey panties.
San's jaw dropped.
He shamelessly checked you out, eyes noticing the muscles on your thighs, his mind imagining his face getting squeezed by them.
If you thought San was hard enough beneath you before, he was even harder now.
"Impressed?" You ask, repeating his words, your hands running through his soft black hair before resting on his shoulders. You leaned in to kiss him again, grinding down on his hard clothed dick.
San was about to lose his mind. "Very," he practically growls.
You noticed he hadn't touched you in any way yet. You reach for his hands, bringing them up to your chest so he could grab your tits. When he looked at you, you nodded at him, giving him consent to touch you.
San brought your lips back to his in a hungry kiss while you continued to grind on his clothed dick. His hands played with your boobs, giving them a light massage, rolling your hard nipples between his fingers. You let out a moan in his mouth, and you could feel your panties sticking to your wet folds.
You slightly pulled away, resting your forehead against his. "San..." You say his name breathlessly. Your head spinning from the intensity of the kiss. Your clit was throbbing, begging to be touched in any way. "San, please."
"Please what, baby?" San murmurs, his hands moving up and down your thighs. The pet name from his lips caused a chill to run down your spine.
"I want you right now," you say, pressing your core down harder on his clothed dick.
"Want me how?" He knew the answer, but he wanted to tease you.
You lean down to kiss his neck, dragging kisses up to his earlobe, placing a soft kiss beneath his ear. "Attorney Choi... Choi San..." you whisper in his ear in a low tone. "I want you to fuck me right now."
San's hands moved up your thigh to your heated core. He touched you over the fabric of your panties, smirking at the wet patch he could feel. "So needy for me, hmm?"
He looked you straight in the eye when his hands moved to one side of your hip, ripping that side of your panties, repeating the same thing on the other side. You gasped at his actions, and he tossed the scraps onto your dress on the floor.
"I really liked those panties," you say with a light chuckle, moving your body up to make yourself more comfortable, but San stopped you midway; your tits were right in front of his face.
"I'll get you a whole pack of them later," he murmurs in a low tone. "But could you stay like this for me, hmm?"
He took your nipple in his mouth while his finger swiped your slit to collect the wetness there. He rubbed your slick onto your clit, using it as lube to better rub your clit.
"San, fuckkk," you moaned when his finger moved faster on your clit. Without any warning, he pushed two fingers inside your wet pussy, wasting no time in pumping his fingers in and out while his thumb rubbed your clit in circular motions.
San pulled his fingers out, and you whimpered at the loss of contact. He sucked his fingers clean before picking you up and taking you to the bedroom of the suite. He dropped you onto the bottom of the bed so that your legs were dangling off the edge.
San unbuckled his belt, tossing it aside, his pants and briefs off following shortly after. You marveled at the sight of him nude in front of you, your hips bucked up involuntarily at the mere sight of him. He dropped to his knees, his hands moving your legs to rest over his shoulder. He wasted no time in licking your slit, moaning at your sweet taste. He attached his mouth to your clit, licking and sucking the nub while he slowly introduced two fingers in again.
Your thighs were squeezing his head, just like he imagined, and your loud moans prompted him to pump his fingers even faster. You were so lost in your pleasure until your orgasm came crashing, and you came all over San's fingers.
You took a minute to compose yourself before you sat up straight, wrapping your hand around his hard cock. You pumped his length, your thumb rubbing circles on his slit. San moaned you name out before taking your lips in his, his tongue brushing across your lower lip. You opened your mouth slightly to give him more access, but he pulled away and stopped your hand from jerking him off further. "You're making me feel too good, sweetheart... I might just bust right now."
"Let me ride you then," you say to him.
San nods, moving to lie down in the middle of the bed. You hovered over his cock, leaning down to kiss him. "I'm on the pill," you let him know before sinking down onto his length.
You started moving down on his dick at a slow pace, wanting to take the time to familiarize yourself with the way his cock felt in you. You sunk down even more until you bottomed out. You gave yourself some time to adjust to his size before you increased the pace, bouncing on his dick.
His hands moved to cup your ass, helping you slam harder on him. "God, Y/N, I-I swear... you're so fucking hot taking my dick like that," he growls.
The room was filled with your combined moans and the sound of skin clapping, and you watched San's eyebrows furrow while his tongue darted out to wet his laps, his upper teeth sinking into his bottom lip while he moaned.
San loved the way your tits bounced and the way you threw your head back, but he wanted to take control now. Placing his hands on your hips, he stopped you from moving and quickly flipped you onto your back.
"Let me take care of you, yeah?" He slammed his cock in and out of you in a rapid pace, his hands interlocking with yours while he fucked you. He was repeatedly hitting your spot, and you felt the coil of pleasure tighten in your stomach. You tried to move your hands to touch him, but his hands held yours down with a little force, the gesture causing your clit to throb yet again.
"San... I... It's... I'm gonna..." you struggle to say. Your body felt like it was on fire.
"Let it go, baby, cum for me," San encourages, hand reaching down to rub your sensitive clit. Few more thrusts and an intense orgasm washes over your body, causing your body to shake while you chanted out his name.
"Hold on, baby, I'm almost there," San lets you know. He quickened his pace even more before coming to a stop, his dick pulsating in you when he reached his climax.
San slowly pulled out before collapsing next to you. He reached for your sticky, sweaty body, pulling you to his chest while you both tried to calm your breathing.
He kisses your forehead. "Are you okay?"
"Mhmm," you mumble, "It was so good." San chuckles, holding you close to him. "Hey, San?"
"Hmm?"
"You know I have feelings for you, right?" you confess.
"Oh really? I didn't know that!" he teases, and you lightly smack his chest. "Of course, I think everyone knows that now. But Y/N?"
"Yeah?"
"You know I have feelings for you too, right?" he admits, and the butterflies in your stomach flutter around wildly.
"I... I wasn't too sure," you murmur honestly, "I felt like there was so much going on and... I don't know, I thought that you might like me, but I've been... too much lately, these past few months."
San strokes the back of your head. "And? If anything, these past few months where you were so vulnerable and yet so brave, so strong, has made me admire you even more. My feelings for you have only kept growing since the first time you stepped into my office. I want to be with you, Y/N. I want to show you the life you deserve."
"You do?" you ask in a soft tone, your heart racing at his confession.
"Yes, sweetheart," he chuckles lightly. "But I don't want to rush into anything. I know these past few months have been hard for you. I want you to take as much time you want or need before you decide that I'm the one you want."
You hum, thinking about his words, appreciating how considerate he's always been. "I only want you, San," you turn to look at him, "I'll always only want you. I want to take things slow," you mentally laugh, because you literally just had sex with him, "but I want to do it all with you."
San's smile widens, his dimples deepening as warmth fills his eyes. He brushes a strand of hair from your face, his touch lingering like a promise. "You have no idea how much that means to me," he whispers, voice hushed with emotion. "I never thought I'd find someone who sees me like you do."
Your heart swells, and you pull him into a sweet kiss, one where you both can't stop smiling. The way his lips move against yours feels like a silent vow, like this moment is the beginning of something moreâsomething real.
When you break apart, you giggle softly, your foreheads resting together. "Let's take a shower together and then cuddle to sleep, hmm?"
San chuckles, his breath brushing your skin. "You sure you're not trying to tempt me again?" His eyes twinkle with playful mischief.
You pretend to think about it, biting your lip. "Maybe⌠or maybe I just want to hold you close and feel safe in your arms."
Sanâs grin softens into something more intimate, his gaze steady on yours. "Then let me take care of you, the way you deserve. Always."
As you both make your way to the shower, hand in hand, the future doesnât feel so uncertain anymore. For the first time in a long while, you're no longer weighed down by the past or the fear of what might happen next. All that matters is thisâSan, you, and the love that's beginning to blossom between you.
And as the warm water cascades over you both, washing away all the worries of the day, you know deep down, you're exactly where you belong.
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Make Me Want To Sin (Aegon x Betrothed!Reader)
Summary: He'd heard it so often, it must be true. "It's still innocent if our clothes stay on". And Aegon has every intention of living by that, especially with a betrothed as beautiful as you.
(Thank you to @lynnbeth5172 for sending me the most Aegon coded tweet ever!)
TW: She/Her pronouns, afab reader, dry humping, fingering, mentions of loss of virginity, innuendo, profanity, Aegon being himself.
Words: 1743
No beta because I like living on the edge!
Aegon counted himself lucky. Not only had his betrothed been chosen for him, but marriage had also never been something heâd sought out himself. But his mother had chosen someone beautiful. One of the most beautiful women heâd ever seen, heâd wager, and Aegon had see a lot of women.
You were a lady of a Great House, as expected. His marriage was never going to be one of love and romance, Aegon knew that. He was a prince after all. Though romance wasnât really his forte, he had to admit it.
Pleasure. Thatâs where his expertise lay, in his own opinion. And you were sweet and chaste. A follower of the Faith, nothing more could be expected from someone chosen for him by his mother. Of course, sheâd want someone like that.
Aegon, however, found every excuse to tease and tempt you.
âCome now, my dear, I have heard it said time and time again,â Aegon cooed, his fingers linking with yours as you walked the gardens, âAs long as we remain clothed, it is all innocent.â
This wasnât the first time heâd tried this. Stolen kisses in secluded hallways were one thing, but youâd had it ingrained into you that you needed to remain pure for your wedding. Meaning, of course, no intimacy. But Aegon was determined. He knew, from the way youâd sigh his name whenever heâd touch you a little more intimately or kiss you a little harder, that you wished for it as much as he did.
But you were a far less sinful person than he was.
âAnd I have told you, it is tradition for a betrothed couple to wait until their wedding night.â You answered, not hiding the roll of your eyes.
Four months you had been betrothed and Aegon was insatiable. But never forceful. Something that had surprised you, based on the stories youâd heard. And maybe, that was what slowly broke your resolve. Not that he knew it was breaking.
Two week until your wedding, that was all that remained. But Aegon seemed even more impatient. You took it as a compliment, of course. Or at least, he would tell you that you should. That he was so hopelessly attracted to you that he couldnât wait a moment longer to have you.
Each compliment, each lingering touch, each flirtatious whisper in your ear at dinner, was breaking down your wall more and more. And Aegon knew it.
When you didnât chastise him for the way his hand now rested on your silk covered thigh at dinner, he knew he was getting closer to his goal. He wanted you to want him as he did you.
His fingers squeezed at your flesh ever so slightly, watching as the pink flush crept up your chest and higher to your cheeks. But you didnât ask him to stop, as you usually did. Aegon took a little confidence in that, slowly drifting his hand higher until he stopped short of the apex of your thighs. Inches from where he wanted to be the most.
âAegonâŚâ you warned, and he simply flashed you that smile you had grown to love.
His hand remained where it was for the rest of the dinner, but he knew he could get a little further next time.
It was a week until your wedding now and your willpower was almost at its end. It seemed like now, everything Aegon did in your presence was arousing. And he could see it. How your eyes would linger on his hands when they held his wine cup, or on his lips when he spoke. He had you, almost.
Aegon was sat in the library with Aemond, though the younger prince was the only one reading. Aegon came here because you enjoyed it and spending time with you was what he enjoyed. The corner you had chosen was quiet and as Aemond wandered away in search of something else to read, Aegon saw his opportunity.
With a gentle pull, he tugged you from your chair to his lap, revelling in the small squeak of surprise you let out.
âAemond could return any moment...â you whispered, trying desperately to ignore Aegonâs hand on your shin, trailing a path beneath the fabric of your gown.
Aegon only hummed in response. He couldnât care less if Aemond returned, his only focus was you. Knowing he wouldnât let you go anytime soon, you tried to return to your book. But the words were nonsense as Aegonâs hand dipped between your thighs, toying with the fabric of your smallclothes.
âAegon, here? Really?â you asked, your voice cracking slightly as his fingertips dipped beneath the undergarment.
Again, you only got a hummed response, as Aegonâs lips found the sliver of exposed skin at your shoulder. As if on instinct, your head tilted, giving him more access to your body. You could feel him beneath you, the hard length of him pressing against your backside. You knew you shouldnât, but it was getting more of a challenge to resist.
âDo I make you want to sin, my lady?â Aegon whispered, his voice taking on the low tone that always had you shivering.
His words sent a rush of heat down your spine, pooling between your legs. And you knew he could feel it, his fingers slipping your smallclothes aside.
âIf our clothes stay on, it is innocent, that is what you said?â you asked, repeating the words heâd said time and time again.
Aegon grinned into your neck. He had you and the time heâd waited now was worth it.
âYes, my sweet girl, that is how it works.â His voice was soft in your ear, but his words had you whimpering, combined with the slow movements of his fingers against your pearl.
Aegon wanted to feel you, just a little something to sate him before your wedding night. Something to tempt you, prepare you for what was to come.
His hand delved deeper, a single digit slipping between your folds now. The groan he let out as your heat enveloped his finger was near sinful. Heâd pictured this, time and time again alone in his room. But nothing would compare to actually feeling you. The slick heat of your arousal that was already dripping onto his skin. His own cock pulsed against your backside, and he couldnât help but grind his hips up into you. He needed more.
âOhâŚAegon..â your voice was like music to his ears. The library was quiet at this time, but he captured your lips and swallowed your moans. Just in case. He couldnât afford to be caught now.
He sped up, slipping another finger inside and rolling his thumb against your pearl. Your head falling to his shoulder, burying your face in the crook of his neck as you felt a tight knot in your stomach. Aegon could feel it, you were so very close, and he wanted to see you come apart for him.
And it didnât take long. He curled his fingers inside you, chewing on his lip as he felt your muscles clench and hold him inside. And only seconds later, the most delicious moan of his name fell from your lips, thighs closing around his wrist as you peaked.
âThatâs it. You are so very beautiful when you come, my ladyâŚâ Aegon purred, slowing his movements until he stopped.
Your head rested against his shoulder, your breath coming out as pants as you came down from your high. Youâd never felt anything quite like it, but the way Aegonâs hand continued to squeeze at your body, you knew he wasnât done with you.
With practised moves, he maneuvered you to straddle him, bunching your gown just high enough to expose the flesh of your thighs. The new position sent a shot of pleasure up your spine and you instinctively rolled your hips against him.
âYou are insatiable, my prince,â you mused, Aegonâs hands now rested on your waist, urging you to move again.
Aegon only chuckled, the feel of your body against his knocking all thoughts from his head. This was what heâd imagined, what heâd wanted. And now he had it, he didnât know where to begin. Something about the way you looked at him now, chest still heaving ever so slightly. Skin flushed from your peak. You had never looked more beautiful.
âStill innocentâŚâ he mumbled, bucking his hips up against you as he helped you roll your hips.
His lips found yours, hands slipping from your waist to your backside. You could tell by the way he held you tight, kiss messy and rough, that he was close to his own end. And youâd be damned if you didnât please him as he had you.
You braced yourself against the back of the armchair, trying to keep your movements as fluid as possible. And the groans that left Aegonâs lips told you were doing something right. The feel of his cock pulsing and twitching under his breeches felt better than you could ever imagined. It wasnât long before his grip became bruising, slamming his hips up into you, chasing the friction despite the clothing between you.
His face glistened a little from the exertion, hair sticking to his skin. Your lips found his jaw, as they had many times when your past kisses had got heated. But this time was different. Your teeth nipped his skin as the rut of his hips hit your core in just the right rhythm to have you peaking again.
âYes, fuckâŚâ Aegon was lost to pleasure now and feeling you peak again was enough to have him following with his own. With the last few ruts of his hips, his head fell back against the chair and his eyes closed.
Both of you sat quietly. Youâd expected to feel ashamed, like youâd done something you shouldnât have. And yet looking at your betrothed, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from your kisses, you felt both satisfied and proud.
The silence was only broken when Aegon chuckled, a deep sound that had your head tilting in confusion.
âI knew I would tempt you,â he smiled, pulling you down for any other kiss.
You smiled into it, relishing the slight hiss he gave when your hips pushed down against his. Your thoughts wandering to exactly how your upcoming wedding night would be.
âYou were right,â you whispered, lips brushing against his.
âYou do make me want to sin.â
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i missed you - alexia putellas x reader
Alexia arrived at training in a sour mood with a pout on her face, the same pout that had been seen on her face frequently throughout the last three weeks.
âWhatâs wrong Capi? Your girl still hasnât come back yet?â Mapi teased when she saw Alexiaâs face. Alexia roller her eyes slightly shoving Mapi out of the way to get to her locker, âNo, she will be there for four more days.â she sighed.
You had been gone for almost a month on a business trip out of the country. This is the longest you and Alexia have been apart since you two got together four years ago. Even when Alexia had to travel for major tournaments or national camp you would always try to be present at the games. Although this time it was you who was away and Alexia could not just ditch training and games to be with you.
Hence the reason for the almost permanent pout being stuck on the Catalan womanâs face for three weeks. Of course this is not the first business trip you have ever been on or the first time you and Alexia have been away from each other for a while, but being gone for more than a couple of days started to take a toll on Alexia. Little did she know it was starting to take a toll on you as well but with being constantly busy working you tried not to think about it as much.
Alexia did not want to seem clingy, obsessed, or act like she was heavily dependent on you, but to go from being attached to the hip everyday with someone to them not being around at all kind of threw her off a bit.
She did not realise how involved you were in each otherâs daily lives and routines. Going to sleep and waking up alone sucked. Brushing her teeth alone was boring. Showering alone, of course, sucked. The first week you were gone she kept accidentally making two cups of coffee. She even tried to make the breakfast you make for her the same way, but it just did not taste right.
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âThe days will pass by soon, just think of it asâŚfour more sleeps,â Patri chimed in across the room. âYeah, four more âsleepsâ alone,â Alexia sulked, lacing up her boots.
âOkay Ale no more pouting, time to train,â Mapi walks over pulling Alexia up from her seat.
During training, Alexia was usually able to turn her brain off and do what she needed to do, but since her normal routine has been flipped upside down all this time and the anticipation of seeing you again weighed heavy on her might, she could not help but get distracted.
So much so that the amount of passes, easy shots, and penalties she was missing earned her concerned glances from her teammates and staff. Alexia understood their concern, they had El ClĂĄsico coming in two days, and messing up on easy drills was not looking good.
So she pushed through the rest of practice, showered, did her recovery, and left towards her car so she could get home and call you.
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When Alexia arrived home she immediately jumped in bed and called you on FaceTime, âHola bebĂŠ, I miss you so much.â
âHola mi amor, I miss you too. How was training?â You asked her while propping your phone up so you two could see each other better.
Alexia groaned and smashed her head into your pillow before she looked up again, âIt was terrible bebĂŠ I was missing everything, and on one of the set pieces I kicked the ball at Mapiâs back, and this time it wasnât on purpose.â
That got a loud laugh out of you and Alexia thought about how she could not wait to hear it in person again. After you stopped laughing Alexia asked you about your trip and how work was going. You told her how great it was, how much fun you were having, and how special it was for you to be in the leadership position of the project.
â I am very proud of you mi amor no one deserves this more than you and clearly the company thinks the same,â she told you with a small yawn.
âThank you, baby. I appreciate it. Though I thought about you a lot, and it also made me think that maybe we needed this,â you said, causing Alexiaâs eyes to shoot open.
Before she could respond you continued, âI know you are about to jump to conclusions but I mean that it is a good and healthy thing for our relationship. You know the saying âDistance makes the heart grow fonder.â It made me stop and think about how much I love and appreciate you and the love that we have for each other.â
âYouâre right, I didnât think that far into it. I just thought about how much I miss you and that I canât wait to have you by my side again.â Alexia replied, fighting to keep her eyes open.
âIâm going to let you sleep now, I love you and see you in a couple of days.â you told her. Alexia blew you a kiss through the phone, âI love you too, see you in four days.â
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You had told Alexia the truth about how you had been thinking about her a lot. You two were very independent people when you first started dating and even now four years later, but in the last couple of months something had shifted between you and now you could not get enough of each other.
Now where you did not correct her was when she said â...see you in four days.â You were already at the airport staying in one of those convenient airport hotels waiting to get on your flight leaving for Barcelona in just a couple of hours. You texted Alba and Eli and told them your flight information letting them know what time you would be landing. Alba had agreed to pick you up and Eli would be sort of distracting Alexia from thinking of you all day.
The plan was to get to Barcelona a day early and stay with Alba so you could rest and the next day you would be attending El ClĂĄsico with the plan of surprising Alexia.
Checking the time on your phone you realize that you should get some sleep to prepare for your long travel day.
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âHola hermanaaa,â Alba cheered as you walked out of the airport with your luggage. âHola Alba,â you laugh, letting go of your suitcases to give her a big hug.
âWe have all missed you so very much, mami is making us all have dinner together at her place tomorrow so that we can all catch up and you can tell us about your trip,â she says, grabbing one of your suitcases and putting it in her car.
âThat sounds great. I missed you all as well, your mama's cooking even more though,â you laugh as she rolls her eyes.
You both finally sit in the car and start the drive to Albaâs apartment, where you will be catching up on some sleep until the game tomorrow.
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âDo you need a shirt or did you already pack ten for your trip?â Alba joked as you two started getting ready for the game. You were texting Alexia your usual, âGood Morning,â so that she would not get suspicious when you looked up hearing Alba speak.
âHaha, youâre so funny, but no I already have one,â you say, showing her the jersey with Alexiaâs name and number on the back.
âOuu and a special game worn one at that. I shouldâve known, you are never without one,â she teases, shaking her head.
âIâm done getting ready. Are you ready to go now?â you ask, making Alba nod and grab her bag and keys so that you two can leave.
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As you two were making your way to the entrance of the stadium you spotted Alexia and Albaâs mother and uncle already standing there waiting for you two. Everyone exchanges greetings and hugs before heading to their seats.
While you and Alexiaâs family made small talk waiting for the game to start, Alexia was sitting in the locker room getting ready thinking about how this was the first El ClĂĄsico you would miss since you two got together.
âAre you ready Ale?â Mapi asked. Alexia looked up and gave her a nod and a small smile. Before Alexia could tie her boots she received a text notification from you.
âDonât worry Iâm watching. Youâll be great. I love you.â
She texted back, âThank you. I love you more.â
This relaxed her a bit. Knowing that even though you were not physically here you would always support her no matter where you were. With that small boost of reassurance, Alexia stood up and clapped to get her teamâs attention so that she could give her speech before the game.
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When the girls started walking out you and everyone else stood up and started cheering. You were hoping to get Alexiaâs attention but you know that she was focused on the game. The start of the game was entertaining as usual with both teams doing their best to score early and gain a lead, but with both teams holding their own it was 0-0 by the time half-time came.
As the girls were walking back to the locker room you and Alexiaâs family tried once again to get her attention since you knew Alexia usually looked up at the family section when half-time was called. Sure enough, she heard her name being called and looked up to see her family there with you standing and cheering right next to them like you always did.
She could not believe that you were here when she was sure that you still had four more days of work in a whole different country. After she shook the disbelief off of her face she waved at all of you and slyly blew a kiss in your direction, which you pretended to catch.
In the locker room, Alexia could not hide the smile on her face. âDid you see your girl in the stands Capi?â Patri asked, grabbing her shoulder slightly, shaking her. âLooks like she couldnât wait to see you either, Ale,â Mapi said, making Alexia blush.
After the half-time break was over the girls went back out with a little more fire earning them a goal from Frido, Aitana, and Caroline. Two goals being assisted by Alexia. Ending the game at 3-0.
Since the game was over the team did their rounds taking pictures and signing autographs. Alexia looked up at her family and nodded her head in the direction of the tunnel signaling them to make their way down there. Once Alexia was done she made her way to the tunnel and met with her family and she gave everyone hugs and kisses until she got to you.
âOh mi amor I missed you so much, I canât believe you here right now,â Alexia says pulling you into a tight hug laying kisses all over your face and the side of your head. âI also canât even believe that you kept a secret from me, usually you spill faster than Mapi,â she teased, tickling your sides.
You laughed moving away from her a bit just for her to pull you back in, âI know it took a lot of willpower for me not to just give up and tell you, but when have I ever missed an El ClĂĄsico?â you asked her, holding her face in your hands.
âNever,â Alexia answered with a big smile.
âOkay, we know you too are in love and all, but Ale please go take a shower so that we can go eat,â Alba tells her. Eli softly slaps Alba on the arm and pulls her away.
âYea go shower you stink, I will wait right here,â you tell her. Alexia rolls her eyes and nods before laying a soft kiss on your lips before going back into the locker room to take a shower.
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You ended up riding back to Eliâs house with Alexia where you let her tell you all about the game, even though you were there. Her hand on your thigh the whole ride, you both stealing kisses at every red light. She thought she was slick taking the long way there but you had noticed and you were okay with it.
When you finally made it to the house, Eli was still finishing dinner so everyone sat around the kitchen and talked to keep her company while she finished. As dinner was served you started telling them all about your trip and the project you were working on. The whole time Alexia was not able to take her eyes and hands off of you, but it did not bother you because you were acting the same.
After dinner you all sat around the living room talking some more when Alexia whispered in your ear, âAre you ready to go home?â You nod your head and kiss her cheek.
When finished making your rounds to say goodbye to everyone and thanking Eli for the delicious dinner, you and Alexia head home.
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When you two walk through the doors of your shared home Alexia pulls you into her arms and says, âI am never letting you out of my sight again.â
âI am so okay with that,â you reply, shoving your face in her neck to lay small kisses.
âNow letâs go to sleep, I know you miss me laying on top of you like your personal weighted blanket,â she says, making you laugh and follow her to the bedroom.
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also, i fight for my life not to say âyallâ at least 20+ times
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warnings: toxic soon to be ex husband who cheats on reader (if i miss anything, let me know!!)
update: i decided to make this into a series, thanks for reading!! you can read it here!
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âluke, alison! your aunt y/n is here!â your sister yelled as she opened the door to her home. in a matter of seconds, loud footsteps were heard running down the stairs. âno running!â
but still the kids didnât listen, they were excited to see their aunt. âhey, my babies! oh my god, you two have grown so much. stop growing!â you hugged your niece and nephew.
âiâm almost as tall as mom!â alison, the younger sister, said.
âliar, that��s just what dad says to make you feel better. iâm going to grow more than you and then iâll be taller than you.â luke teased.
âyou both can be tall, but never as tall as me.â you joked as you placed a kiss on their cheeks.
âare you going to stay with us forever?â alison asked innocently. âdad said that you donât want to stay with your husband anymore and youâre going to stay with us.â
âalison!â
the truth was hard for little kids to understand. yes, you were going to stay with your sister for a few days and yes, you didnât want to stay with your husband anymore, but it was a bit more complicated than that. your husband had cheated, lied, manipulated you and you had enough. he was the reason you couldnât come back to the sport you loved and worked your whole life for.
âwell i am going to be staying here, but not forever. i just needed a break from him, itâs normal.â you tried to explain to the girl.
âbut my mom and dad donât take breaks?â
âalison, just go to your room, you too luke, please. dinner is going to be ready in an hour.â your sister said, feeling embarrassed that alison would ask those questions.
âwhat did i do?â the older boy whines as he and his sister walked up to their rooms.
âiâm sorry. i spoke to jack the night you called. we were cleaning up the table after dinner, i assume she heard.â your sister explained.
âitâs okay, theyâll understand when theyâre older. not everyone is cut out to be loved . . .â
or a mother.
only a few people had known about your issues with infertility, your sister and lewis being two of them. after you retired from f1, you were sure that in a couple months, you were going to be busy with doctorâs appointments, buying baby clothes and building a crib, but none of that happened. after a year of trying, you were convinced you werenât meant to be a mom.
you thought about returning to the track, after all many drivers returned after saying they were retiring, why couldnât you? but that plan was spoiled by the man you thought loved you.
âyou canât go back, you donât belong there. itâs a manâs sport. youâre probably going to crash in the first lap anyways.â
you didnât know why you stayed with him, but you did. maybe it was the promises he kept telling you about or the hopefulness that one day you would become parents and maybe he would change. but again, none of that happened.
âum, i have to call someone. iâll be right back. excuse me.â you told your sister as you walked to the patio door and exited the house. without hesitating, you clicked on a familiar contact. you held your phone against your ear and waited for the person on the other end to pick up. it felt like forever, but eventually they picked up the call.
âhello?â
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