#they don’t tell you about smiling and nodding while you imagine attacking the person talking to you. they dont

[nazumichi]

i put the mad in penguins of madagascar the way i’m just smiling and waving boys

[sweets3rial]

i wanted it to be you. (II)

ch. 1 // ch. 2

di!leon x fem!reader

summary: when Leon thinks things are too late, he gets a friendly reminder that things are never too late.

tags: angst/comfort, happy endings, fluff, wedding ceremony, marriage, vows, talks about future, small mention of overbearing in-laws, reader having many second thoughts, drunk letters/vows, Chris and Claire Redfield mentioned, runaway bride, panic/anxiety attacks, Leon loves you, time skips, teasing, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before ya' tap it)

warnings: panic and anxiety attacks

word count: 10.3K (yikes srry ya'll)

“my dream house?”

“yeah, tell me.” he urged, bumping your hip with his. you looked up into the sky, pondering his question. it was a good question. you’d never thought of something like that before. you were so used to your two-bedroom and one-half-bathroom apartment.

“well, i want lots of greenery. like plants in every corner and in every room.” you began, using your spoon as a little wand as you spoke. “i also want a lot of warm lights, to give the house a nice welcoming vibe to it,”

he hummed, nodding as you finished each sentence. “i like earthy tones or nude tones, nice soft couches, and a stone fireplace. a big living room and a large dining room- y’know how in those movies where the rich sad family gathers for dinner and it’s very awkward and quiet?”

his eyebrows furrowed, “you want something like that?”

you chuckled, “no, but i want my dining room to look like that just less … sad.”

“i see, it’s like those where the father is at the end and the mother at the other end,”

“exactly,” you smiled wider. you picked a cherry floating atop your frozen yogurt, taking it by the stem and bringing it to his lips. he opened his mouth with an audible sound, wrapping his cold lips around the fruit and plucking it off the stem.

you flicked the stem out of your fingers and onto the street where it’ll be swept away in the wind and trampled on by those who walked by.

“i want a large backyard, with either a poo or just a large field of grass.” you smiled at the thought of walking out onto your porch as an old feeble woman to enjoy a cup of coffee as you stared out into your backyard to watch the sun set or rise. or even watch your future kids play with the family dog.

you never wanted to have kids. just the thought of splitting yourself in half while pushing out new life sent chills up your spine. but sometimes, the idea of holding a child to your chest and watching it grow. the idea of listening to them laugh and play, watching as they discovered new interests and learned new things, and being alive to discover the person they will become, doesn’t sound too bad.

“i want a balcony, one that stretches from one side of the house to the other. that way i can sit outside and i don’t know enjoy a nice cigarette.”

a laugh erupted from his chest at the thought of you only wanting a balcony to smoke a cigarette. but then that image warped into him watching you from the door smoking that cigarette. the wind blowing in your hair, the sun kissing your skin, your clothes flapping against your skin.

he imagined you’d be wearing a baggy shirt, maybe one of his shirts. the wind blowing up from the balcony would cause your shirt to cling to you. to your curves and the dips of your body, the purchase of your hips, and the slim of your waist.

you’d turn to him with your elbows leaned up against the railing behind you, cigarette between the plump skin of your lips as you beckoned him over to join you.

“i had a friend,” you started, interrupting his small daydream.

“her parents had this master bedroom. when you walked in, to your left was a sliding door that led to the balcony overlooking her backyard, and then to the right was a couple’s bathroom,” you sighed at the memory, you envied her.

one, because her parents were happily married and slept in the same bed. two, because she had a big house with a large backyard. and three, because she was happy. she lived luxuriously in her big house, she was spoiled, and her parents doted on her. her life was perfect.

yours, not so much.

“her mom occupied one sink with her makeup and her jewelry, and her dad occupied the other with cologne and little figures,” you gulped down a lump in your throat, looking up at him to see him already looking at you. you could see the sad look on his face. the look of pity and sadness, it left a stab in your heart knowing that you probably ruined his night for him.

“i want that.” your words left your throat with a small croak. you weren’t just talking about a couples bathroom with a jacuzzi bathtub but also to be happy. to live in a large house, to be happy with your future husband and kids, to enjoy luxurious jewelry and clothes.

his heart hurt at the look in your eyes, the yearning and the hope. he could see the pain as you spoke about your friend, even if you were smiling as if it was a good memory. he wanted to say, i can give you that.

he wanted to give you that. not only for you but also for himself, that way when you beckon him over as you smoke your cigarette he can join your side. his daydream began to play again; as he joined your side, you’d put your cigarette out and wrap your arms around his torso with a sigh.

he could smell the shampoo in your damp hair and the lotion you lathered onto your skin — along with a hint of his cologne from the baggy t-shirt that belonged to him. the wind was nice and fresh, a cooling breeze along with the warm morning sun. he’d shut his eyes and hold you to his chest, slowly swaying you back and forth as he enjoyed the warmth from the sun along with the warmth from your body.

“that sounds nice,” he looked down at you, “peaceful,”

you smiled up at him, licking your sticky lips, “yeah, it does,”

your smile slowly faded as you began to doze off, he was very … pretty. the way his dirty blonde hair framed his face so perfectly. golden strands that are soft like silk and fluffy like cotton. his eyes, how they gazed into yours, pulling you in deep like the tide of the ocean and drowning you into his being.

they say the eyes are the window to the soul. when someone furrows a brow, you can tell their soul is confused or troubled. when a tear swells you know their soul is sad. when their pupil dilates you know their soul is in love.

there is a ring around his pupils, a ring of blue — the color of his irises. his plump lips are agape, sucking in breaths and letting them go. his lashes flutter with every blink, his eyes trailing every inch of your face, taking every detail of you into memory.

you did the same. scanning over his dimpled cheeks, his high cheekbones, his strong brow bones, his long lashes, the tips of his cold ears, and the window to his soul. all of it.

“you’re so beautiful,” his words came out almost in a drunken whisper. his brain wasn’t able to process any word that left his mouth until it did.

the blood that pumped into your veins instantly ran to your face. your cheeks heating up as your eyes widened, you looked back down at your melted froyo — hoping that taking a bite would hide away your hot cheeks. “thank you,” you mumbled trying to fight back the smile creeping up onto your sticky lips.

“of course uh- back to your dream house-“

“oh right! um-“

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a living room with comfortable couches and a coffee table in the middle sitting, in front of a large stone fireplace. a kitchen with off-white cabinets, black tile floors, and an island with black marble counters and a deep sink. a dining room with a large table with seven chairs and a runner underneath.

plants, everywhere. in the front, in the large backyard, hanging from the roof, in every room, and in every corner.

large windows that faced the sunset and sunrise, casting down their warmth and triumph into the house to illuminate every corner without a single flip of a light switch. warm lights, in the kitchen, the living room, the dining room, the hallways, everywhere.

a patio out front and out back, a balcony that stretched across the back of the house. five rooms, a guest room, three kids’ rooms, and a master bedroom. a master bedroom where when you walked in, to the left were the sliding doors to the balcony, and to the right a couples bathroom and a walk-in closet.

though, it wasn’t a home. there were drapes over the furniture to keep them from collecting dust. there were no plants just empty corners. the windows were shut and no one lived there.

the rooms were empty, with nothing but carpet and walls. it wasn’t a home. it had no life, no family, no giggles and happiness. it was simply just a house.

“sir, i just need you to sign here and then we’ll lease the house.”

he straightened his posture and blinked away the dryness in his eyes. he looked over at the man, he was about his height. he wore a fancy suit, his mustache was nice and jelled up, his hair slicked back and he smelt of expensive cologne.

he took one last look around the house, his heart aching. if he closed his eyes, he could hear you in the kitchen, chopping vegetables and listening to your music or your podcasts. he could hear your voice calling him from your bedroom. he could hear a dog maybe the giggles of children. but that was just a figment of his imagination.

he was standing in the middle of a house. your dream house. the one you told him about so many years ago. back then, he would’ve said ‘i can give you that’, but he hesitated. would that have made you stay? if he said he was putting all his money into building this house for you.

buying the furniture and the tiling and marble necessary to make it happen. hiring construction workers to add on a balcony and a back porch. would all his effort … would it have made you stay?

“who’s getting married?” the realtor asked, pointing at his boutonniere with his pen. he blinked, once again brought out of his daze.

“uh my … ex-girlfriend,” he grumbled awkwardly. the realtor jumped back a little, a small strand of his slicked-back hair falling out.

“oh,” was all he could say as he too joined him in looking around the house. the real estate agent could tell that this man wasn’t looking to live here by himself, there were so many rooms, rooms for a family. a couples bathroom and a shared walk-in closet.

the realtor sighed, looking up at the man. his eyes were bloodshot red, most likely from crying or being up all night. the bags under his eyes were dark and heavy. he was holding a flask of whiskey and his posture remained slouched.

“Mr. Kennedy,” the realtor clicked his pen and hooked it back onto his suit pocket. he stuffed the paperwork under his arm and puffed out his chest. he was losing business by doing this but he’d rather see a man happy to sell his house rather than sad to sell his house.

“i was young once,” he began, standing next to Leon as he dozed off. “i too had a girlfriend, she was the girl of my dreams,” the man chuckled at the memory.

“we were young and very, very stupid,”

Leon’s head slowly turned towards the man beside him, he found that the realtor was looking out the window with a smile on his face which caused his mustache to turn upwards.

“i was poor and she was wild, i wanted to give her a proper life. so i worked and i worked to the point that i’d tire myself and i barely had time for her.”

Leon let his eyes fall to the ground, this story was sounding a bit too familiar to him. not having time for each other led to miscommunication and arguments all the time. it was not a story that he wished to retell.

“so she left me, one day i came home and she was gone.” the man sniffled a bit, watching a bird fly out of one of the trees that sat on the front lawn. the bird reminded him of her, his songbird, always singing and so loud. though, he loved it when she sang and tweeted like a bird.

her voice was always like music to his ears anyway.

“i crashed her wedding like a fool and she told me that she would’ve been happy getting married without a big ring and a big house. that she would’ve been happy with how things were,” the man let out a sigh, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“so, my word to you is…don’t let it be too late. if you love her and hopefully she still loves you then … make it work.” the man placed a hand on Leon’s shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. a sign of support for the young man since he too has been in Leon’s position once.

“it is never too late to be what you wanted to be,”

'i wanted it to be you.'

your voice replayed in his head. he could still hear the tears clogged in your throat and he could still see the look in your eye. he could still smell your perfume and feel your lips on his skin. it isn’t too late. he wasn’t too late.

Leon slowly began to nod his head, building up the courage to do something anything. he knew it was time to let you go, that it was over and done.

'do you still love me?'

'goodbye, Leon.'

those were the last words you said to him. he replays the sound in his voice every night and it keeps him awake at night. he tosses and turns, missing the warmth of your body and the feeling of your skin. he feels selfish, yearning for someone who wants nothing to do with him. someone who is getting married in a few hours.

but you aren’t just anyone. dare say, you are the love of his life.

“thank you, Mr. Gudzynski.” Leon smiled at the man, taking one last chug of the whiskey in his flask before making his way out the door. Chris stood there waiting for him, leaning up against his car with a cigarette hanging from his lips as he stared down at his phone.

upon hearing Leon’s foot crush the rocks beneath him, he looked up. he stomped out his cigarette as he blew out the last puff of smoke.

“how’d it go?” Chris asked, rolling his shoulders to let the sleeves of his suit adjust.

“did you just put out your cigarette on fresh cement?”

“i guess you sold it then,” Chris chuckled dryly.

Leon took a moment to reply, looking at the porch behind him. it was empty, just plain wooden slabs. he knew how much you wanted a patio, this was your house after all.

completely inspired by you. every corner and every detail of this house you had spoken to Leon years ago. he made your dream a reality, though you'll never know that.

“i couldn’t,”

Chris turned to Leon, his frame tensing up, “uh you what?”

“i couldn’t sell it, i just…” Leon ended his sentence with a shrug and much to his dismay, Chris nodded understandably.

“i knew you wouldn’t be able to,” Chris sighed, opening the door to his car.

“what?” Leon said with a lift of his brow.

“just get in,”

the whole drive to the church, Leon could feel his body growing heavier and heavier. he was nervous. unsure of what he should do or say? will he have the time? he was constantly wiping his hands onto his pants, trying to wipe the nerves and sweat away.

he was staring out the window blankly, bouncing his leg and biting on the inside of his cheeks.

~

’stop that,’

‘stop what?’

your fingers reached up to tap his cheek, ‘stop biting your cheeks, you’re making me anxious’

he stopped instantly, licking over the skin that he was just biting at. you sighed, standing in front of him as you fixed his tie. you worked with straightening the silk fabric and tightening it around his neck — not too much.

he looked down at you and his nerves instantly eased. your face was relaxed, your breathing slows, your lashes fluttered with every single blink, and god you were glowing. he couldn’t help but smile, he knew he had no reason to be nervous if you were right by his side.

and here you were; fixing his tie and smoothing out his suit.

‘you got this, it’s just a simple speech, we rehearsed it many times,’ you leaned up onto your tippy toes to place a kiss on his chin. ‘and i’ll be right in the audience supporting you,’

~

his lips curled into a small smile at the memory, he would’ve for sure embarrassed himself if it wasn’t for you being by his side. he remembers it clear as day, standing up on that podium as he received his award, his hands were shaking and his vision was blurry.

he was trying to read off of his speech but he couldn’t. that was until he found you in the room and then suddenly, you two were in the living room of your shared apartment. you were sitting on the couch with takeout in your lap. as he practiced his speech, you’d slurp your noodles or take a bite of your fried rice as you pretended to be a high government official.

once his eyes found yours in the large crowd, you smiled up at him mouthing the words; ‘you got this,’

“we’re here,” Chris sighed aloud. Leon looked up to see many familiar faces walking up the steps into the church, hand in hand and with smiles on their faces. all dressed in black suits and dresses, a simple and traditional color.

you were never a religious woman, you weren’t the type to go to church every Sunday or pray before every meal. but here you were getting married in a church, under the eye of god as if you hadn’t slept with another man just a few months ago.

your eyes were stuck on the cross hanging above you. the hairstylist you hired was busy touching up your hair, your makeup artist was powdering your nose and adding more highlight to your cheekbones consistently saying the same words, ‘make sure you smile that way you can really pop.’

you’d give her a small silent nod, whatever made her happy.

you haven’t smiled once. it was your wedding day. after months of trying on dresses, trying cake flavors, sending out invitations, and picking out bridesmaids. the day was here and you couldn’t smile. you’ve been sitting in this chair for hours, getting your hair and makeup done.

your bridesmaids would come in screaming excitedly while waving around bottles of champagne. you put on a fake smile with fake laughs and giggles but your mind was elsewhere.

you were thinking of a lot. your future after today, losing your last name, kids, and in-laws. but mostly you were thinking about him. it was hard, writing his name down on an envelope and sending it to him through the mail.

your fiancee, soon-husband, didn’t know about you and Leon. he believes you two are coworkers and nothing more. acquaintances or even strangers. he didn’t know the deep love you held for that man.

he was excited to see that you were inviting the other agents. he felt special. as if him being married to a D.S.O agent would make him a better tech or get him a promotion.

it was so hard sending him that invitation. most of the other invitations were given in person unless the guests lived far away. you wondered if he would come, part of you hoped he did and the other part of you hoped he didn’t.

“it’s almost time,” you looked to your side to see your uncle standing in the doorway. you chose him to walk you down the aisle, he’s been here for you more than your father. he was there for your daddy-daughter dances, for your graduation. elementary, middle school, and high school.

you stood up from your chair, smoothing out your dress. your dress was itchy and heavy, the pins in your hair stabbed your scalp with every movement, your makeup felt heavy and cakey, and your heels hurt. everything felt wrong.

“are you ready?” you looked at your uncle, a smile on his face as he looked at you. that was when tears welled in your eyes and you shook your head, suddenly you were a little girl again, crying to him when you didn’t get a toy you wanted.

your uncle’s face contorted with worry as he rushed to your side.

“hey, what’s wrong?”

you sobbed, throwing your head down so your tears wouldn’t ruin your makeup. you grabbed the back of your chair, trying to find your words and your breath but it was hard with the corset constricting your every movement.

“i can’t do it, i can’t go out there-“

“of course you can,” he reached over for a few napkins as his hand rubbed up and down your back, “i know it’s stressing, this is your big day, and your life is going to change after this.”

you shook your head again, pursing your lips together to keep another sob from leaving your lips.

“but this is the day you’ve been waiting for, you’ve stressed yourself out enough. after this, you get to enjoy your honeymoon and your house.”

you looked up at him, blinking away another tear. he smiled at you, taking the napkin to blot away the tears. you couldn’t help but think, only if he knew.

only if he knew where your heart truly lies. who your soul calls to. what you did, more specifically who you did. you couldn’t tell him. it was too late to tell anyone. what were you supposed to say? i slept with another man. quite frankly, the only man i’ve ever loved.

you’d be burned at the stake, by everyone in the church. especially, your mother-in-law.

so you sucked in a deep breath and stood up straight.

“okay,” you croaked, and you held the napkin to your tears. you hoped he wasn’t here, you really did. you knew if you made eye contact with him somewhere in the crowd, you would break.

so you linked arms with your uncle, standing up straight and putting a smile on your face. your uncle smiled back at you, giving your arm a small squeeze. your feet were already beginning to hurt and the minute the piano started your limbs began to shake.

your nerves were on edge, your palms were sweaty and you could barely control your breathing. you walked out of the small room you used to get ready and into the main hall. there were photographers, gasping at the sight of you.

gorgeous dress that made you look like a princess, the fabric along with your veil trailed behind you, leaving a path of your essence. instantly, camera shutters were beginning to go off. you gave the photographers a nervous smile and wave as you stood in front of the two large doors.

you looked up at the roof, naked baby angels danced above you, they were holding harps and chasing each other with smiles on their faces. clouds surrounded them along with doves. hints of gold were seen in the paint.

it was beautiful. architectural and just pure with grace. even if the paint was fading and cracking, it was the most beautiful thing you've seen today.

your uncle knocked at the doors, signaling whoever was inside that you were ready. when the doors opened you were met with gasps and the sound of people rising from their seats. you made eye contact with a few people both from your family and his.

you watched as a few covered their mouths in shock, their facial expressions softening in awe. you smiled at a few, keeping your head forward most of the time. your fiancee stood at the end with a wide smile on his face. his friends were giving him firm pats on the shoulder, demonstrating their support.

you smiled at him, pursing your lips as you let your eyes wander. to your left, in the second row, seated in the very first seat…there he was. he came. your face dropped upon seeing him, your knees suddenly felt weak, and a large pain erupted in your chest.

he stood with his hands folded in front of him. his lips were agape, his jaw hanging loose. his eyebrows were upturned in awe. your steps slowed a bit as you got closer to him. you wanted to see him one last time before it was too late.

in his mind, he was standing there at that altar instead of that bearded man. he was watching you walk down the aisle and you were smiling at him. you looked beautiful. god, that color always suited you. your makeup and hair were done beautifully, he’s never seen you this way — all dolled up.

it put his heart to a complete stop. he couldn’t focus on anything but you. your eyes were stuck on him as you passed by. he watched your smile fade as you both made eye contact and he felt a stab in his chest. for a second, he couldn’t breathe and he couldn’t blink. he was just frozen in time.

as you walked past him, your head fell to look at the ground. Leon too looked away, continuing to bite on the inside of his cheeks, this time he could taste blood. he shouldn’t be here. he shouldn’t watch this happen. he couldn’t. he couldn’t.

but he wanted to, today was special to you but it was the complete opposite to him.

he watched as you stood before your husband, a smile rising to your mouth as you gave him a small ‘hi’. Leon let his head drop to his lap, his leg was bouncing uncontrollably. he couldn’t do it. he couldn’t be here.

he was about to look up at Chris to tell him he had to go but he was interrupted when Chris put his hand on Leon's knee. when he looked at Chris, he was looking ahead. a toothpick between his lips and his eyes stuck ahead on you and your future husband.

he knew Chris was trying to convey something, probably 'calm the fuck down,' but also some type of support.

Chris knew today was hard for Leon. with each passing day that the wedding got closer, Leon has been sulking and slacking off during training. his flask was his best friend and so was his bed.

Chris was the only one who knew how deep Leon’s love ran for you. Chris was there during the nights Leon would stumble around drunk and depressed. he gave Leon a hand when he was at his lowest. he helped Leon get rid of his addiction. he got Leon a therapist.

he did a lot for Leon when you two split, same for you. Chris was like the older brother you never had, he was supportive and kind. he was always understanding. you were able to confide in him comfortably. you could sob on his shoulder and use him as a punching bag instead of Leon.

Chris saw both of you at your lowest points and he brought both of you back.

he did so much to bring you two back together but here he is; watching one get married while the other watches with tears in his eyes. Leon kept his head down, unable to face you and watch the scenery before him. the priest prompted you two to begin your vows and he was first.

there was a nervous smile on his face as he pulled out a folded piece of paper from his pocket. he unfolded the paper, his eyes flickering between you and the speech before him. he cleared his throat, facing the crowd.

“first and foremost, i want to thank everyone for being here; friends and family.” he cleared his throat once again, looking towards you. it made Leon’s stomach twist with jealousy as you smiled at him so lovingly. he also couldn’t stop admiring how beautiful you were. pure innocence and grace, well he knew you were far from innocent.

“and most of all my gorgeous wife-to-be,” your smile dropped into a simple lift of your lips. but slowly, you began to look around the crowd. your eyes landing on your family, your in-laws, and then Leon. from there, you stayed fixated on him.

you haven’t seen him so polished in so long. his suit was nicely tailored, sleek back with a white brooch. though his tie was crooked and he was chewing on the inside of his cheeks. his frantic leg bouncing stopped once he made eye contact with you. his body froze in a way, his breath caught in his throat.

he smiled at you, gently. the look in his eyes spoke for him, ‘you look beautiful,’ he said.

he tried to keep calm, for you. even though he was on the verge of a heart attack. even if he was terribly heart broken, he needed to be happy for you. today is your day.

you smiled back at him even wider, shying away from him with visible heat in your cheeks, ‘thank you,’ you said back, smoothing out the skirt of your dress. your fiancee’s speech fell on deaf ears, you were paying attention to everything else but him at the moment.

Leon sat right in your field of view. at the other side of the aisle, in the second row, towards the very end of the bench.

you sucked in a deep breath, your lips falling agape as you kept eye contact with him longer. suddenly, the feelings you wished to bury. the ones you’ve been trying to bury for years were coming back. it was like slowly drowning. you can see the surface still but as you sink deeper and deeper, it becomes blurry and you are forever trapped in the ocean beneath you.

his kisses, his touch, his love, his passion, his laugh, his smile, his hair, his teeth, his nose, the hair on his arms and legs, the scar on his shoulder, the mole on his neck — it was all coming back. he was coming back.

the happiness you felt when he would wake you up with gentle kisses to your neck and shoulder. the joy you felt walking into the kitchen to see him there making coffee, he hated coffee. he hated the feeling it left on your tongue. the bitter taste and the smell of your breath after taking a sip. he hated coffee but he still made it.

it made him feel like a normal person living in an apartment with his normal girlfriend.

the comfort you’d get when he’d hug you. the excitement you felt when he’d come home. the small things he did that aroused you to the point of insanity. the arguments…you even missed the petty arguments. arguments never lasted long. Leon hated arguing with you.

it would usually end up with him sleeping on the couch that night. then he’d wake up with a heavy weight on top of him. of course, it was you. or it would end up with him throwing you over his shoulder and locking you both in your shared bedroom together.

even if you two argued, you refused to be away from each other.

you were woken from your daydream by the wave of chuckles around the room. you joined in subconsciously, blinking your dry eyes and averting your attention away from Leon. meanwhile, he was gripping the pants of his suit with butterflies in his stomach. he couldn’t shake off this feeling.

the feeling of loss. the feeling that maybe it was too late.

your fiancee had finished his vows, folding up the paper and storing it back in his pocket. you looked up at you, a blush on his cheeks and sweat brimming at his forehead. you could see he was nervous, he was shaking — constantly rocking back and forth and itching at his beard.

you reached into your bra, pulling out your vows. you were so unprepared. you wrote your vows probably a few nights ago, drunk one too many drinks and elbow-deep in a bag of your favorite chips.

the minute you unfolded the paper, you knew you should’ve read it over.

‘To my beloved, Leon…’

you swallowed a lump in your throat, nervously looking between the paper, your fiancee, and Leon sitting in the crowd. you were drunk and wrote vows to the wrong man. no, it was to the right man. Leon was the right man. he always has been.

“um, to my beloved, future husband,” you began, your voice trembling and your throat aching. you read over the first line and you instantly felt tears swell up in your eyes, “i miss you, um,” your eyes flashed over to Leon.

“i miss you even if you’re right next to me. no words can summarize how much i love you, how much i burn and yearn for you every passing minute … every passing day.”

Leon felt his heart break into a million pieces right then and there. your eyes remained on him, only looking away to glance back down at your vows. were you … reading these to him? Leon swallowed a lump in his throat, his eyebrows upturning as he tried to hold himself together.

you were making up things as you went, your words completely different from what was really written down:

“i am glad to have you by my side,” i wish you were by my side, holding me and singing your cheesy songs in my ear.

“i am blessed to wake up to you every morning and suck in a deep breath of your essence and your being,” i miss waking up to you every morning, staying in bed for a few more hours just so i can watch you breathe and stir in your sleep.

“i was broken when you found me but you pieced me back together, slowly and patiently,” you broke me. we broke each other but every single piece of me will crawl back to you in the end. no matter how shattered i am.

a tear slipped down your cheek, you were beginning to choke up the more and more you read. it was getting hard to make things up and say those instead of reading what you wrote down. a full page confessing your every feeling and thought to the right man … to Leon.

tears continued to fall.

‘i miss you. god, i miss you. i should’ve never left. i should’ve stayed. it was my fault. i broke us, i hurt us. i died when i left you but you brought me back to life when i saw you standing on that cliff.

when i saw you, the emotions running through me i couldn’t comprehend. i wanted to run, i wanted to turn away because i knew if i approached you it would be bad. but my body made its way towards you anyway.

i love you. i always have and i always will. i wish i could hold you again. i wish i could go back. they say to never open the closed doors of your past. fuck not opening closed doors, your door never closed.

when i turn back i can see you, standing there in the doorway watching me leave. just like the night i left. it hurts looking back, it hurts because i want to run back to you so bad.’

‘do you still love me?’

his words rang in your head like an alarm. you were looking down at your paper, vision blurry with tears. you could feel the weight of your tears falling onto the sheet as you sat there in silence. a small sob left your lips as audible whispers rang throughout the room.

you folded the paper in half, shaking your head as you looked up at your fiancee.

“i’m sorry,” was all you said as you took a step back. your body moved before you could process anything. you ran down the steps, lifting the skirt of your dress with one hand while the other held your love letter with a vice grip.

you ran down the aisle, towards the large doors. your throat was on fire and as you burst through the wooden doors, you finally let out a singular sob.

everyone in the church stood and watched you run out, looking between you and your fiancee abandoned at the altar. the whispers became louder, and gasped erupted through the room. your fiancee stood at the altar looking at his feet, completely still.

his mother ran up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder as she threw a million questions towards him. he stayed silent, eyes fixed on the ground below him. he couldn't believe it and neither could anyone else.

Leon looked back from you running out the door towards Chris standing behind him. his face was painted with worry, his eyes wide and eyebrows scrunched together. Chris nodding his head towards the door, signaling Leon to go after you.

“go, she needs you,” Claire said from behind Chris. Leon nodded silently, a heavy breath leaving his lips as he ran after you.

he was second to burst through those doors after you. he looked right and left, panicking. what happened? what was wrong? he knew he shouldn’t have come. this was his fault. if he didn’t come, you would be running out of this church with your husband on your arm. not like this.

those vows. they weren’t for your husband. he knew that for sure. your eyes were stuck on his, he watched with agony as tears slipped past your pretty eyes and down your cheeks. god, he hated seeing you cry more than anything. he just wished he could scoop you up in his arms and coax them out of you gently.

a sign against the wall that read ‘garden’ caught his attention. the sign pointed to the left and Leon was quick to take after you.

he knew you well. he knew you loved gardens and flowers, always plucking them from the ground or from their bush and sticking them into Leon’s hair. you once mentioned to him how when you’re troubled you tend to turn to nature or your bed. you’d take walks, sit outside in the sun in silence. you’d brush your fingers against the soft petals and leaves.

your bed was nowhere in sight so he ran in the direction of the garden.

he made way down the steps into the garden, loosening the tie around his neck. he shut his mouth, listening to your voice over his beating heart and his heaving breaths. he could faintly hear sobs coming from his right. his head snapped in the direction of your cries, his heart breaking as he spotted your heels on the ground.

they most likely slipped off as you ran away. he sucked in one last deep breath, trudging through the grass of the church garden to pick up your heels. the garden was beautiful, tall bushes acting as walls to a makehsift maze.

white roses were planted everywhere. the grass was healthy and warm, tickling at his ankles. bees buzzed around the bushes, hopping from flower to flower. birds chirped in the trees, singing melancholic tunes on this beautiful afternoon. or pretty drastic afternoon.

as he walked further into the maze, he caught eye of you. your back was turned to him, you had sat down on a bench in the middle of the maze and in front of a marble statue. he stopped in his tracks, gulping down the lump in his throat which somehow made his presence clear to you.

you turned around surprised, eyes wide and a small gasp leaving your lips.

when you caught eye of him standing there, holding your heels with one hand and the other tucked in his pocket. you felt tears welling up again, though you hid it away with a dry laugh.

“how cliche huh? runaway bride.”

he didn’t answer, making his way closer and closer to you. he rounded around the bench, getting down on one knee in front of you. he took your right ankle into his hands, rubbing at your soft skin.

Leon tried to ignore the damp paper in your hands — your vows. he was curious, what did they really say?

he slipped on your heel, continuing to draw circles onto your skin.

you watched him, inhaling deep, trembling breaths and gripping the edge of the bench with all your might. the tension was thick, so thick to the point neither of you could breathe.

“say something,” you sighed out.

“i don’t know what to say,” he croaked out, his voice stuffy and hoarse. he took a hold of your other ankle, slipping on the last heel.

“say that i don’t know, i’m stupid. i’m an idiot. i embarassed myself, i-“ you cut yourself off with a heavy sigh, dropping your head into your lap. there was a moment of silence, leaving you two stuck in an oasis of tweeting birds, rustling trees, and buzzing bees.

“look at me-“

“no,”

“please, baby look at me,” he practically begged. butterflies arose in your stomach and you shut your eyes, hoping you could shut him out. hoping the noise in your head would stop, just hoping everything will quiet. “i need you to look at me.”

that was all it took. you slowly looked up from your lap and at him. once you met his gaze, you felt like you were that young girl again. that young girl walking down the street after a dinner date, eating froyo in freezing weather and talking about your dream house.

“you’re not an idiot, you’re not stupid, you’re perfect. you’re so perfect,” he sighed out. “why’d you run?”

you shook your head, “i couldn’t do it, Leon, i-“ you stopped yourself to suck in a deep breath, but it felt so constricted. your head was pounding, everything felt heavy and you were so dizzy. every thing was falling down. you felt like you couldn’t breathe or think, your head was spinning and your knuckles white.

you gripped at your chest, nervously playing with the pendant of your necklace but at the same time trying to tug it off. you felt like you were choking, your vision began to cloud with tears but at the same time you felt like you were losing consciousness.

“hey, hey,” he came to sit next to you, instantly wrapping his heavy arms around your shoulders to bring you into his chest but still giving you room to breathe.

his fingers began to loosen the ribbons to your corset. his movements were stable and calm. “breathe with me ‘kay?" he soothed, "in and out, just how we always did,”

you nodded, gripping onto his suit, “in”

you shut your eyes and took a deep breath in. “good, what’s one thing you can taste?”

“um my lipstick,” you said, as you both exhaled.

“in,” he rubbed your back with one hand while the other held you firmly against him, “what are two things you can smell?”

his voice was getting deeper and quieter. slowly, your body began to relax. you could breathe again. you focused on your surroundings, naming off the first things you could. “the grass and…” you paused to let a deep breath out, “you.”

he wasn’t going to lie, your reply made his heart jump a little bit. he tightened his hold onto you, burying his nose into your hair. “in.”

as he took a deep breath in, he was bombarded with the smell of your shampoo and hairspray, “what are three things you can hear?”

“birds, wind and your heart beat,” you whispered to him as you let out another deep breath.

“in,” another deep breath in, “almost there, what are four things you can touch?” he could feel your body loosen up as you began to feel around him. your eyes were shut and your body began to go slack against him.

“your suit, the bench, and a button,” another deep breath out.

“good, almost there, in.” you were prepared for this one, pulling back from the hug just a bit so you could look around your surroundings. “what are five things you can see?”

you looked up at him, your breath hitching in your throat and your knees going weak. even if you were sitting down, you felt like jelly — as if you would melt right through this bench. you opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out but a weak croak.

he whispered out your name, concerned. his eyebrows curling upwards and his eyes searching yours. the longer you stayed like this, looking into his eyes and breathing with him, the quieter it got. there was no more pounding and noise in your head. your dress didn’t feel itchy. the pins in your hair no longer stabbed at your scalp. the soles of your feet didn’t hurt.

it was all so peaceful. everything.

“i do,” you managed to croak out.

“what?”

“to answer your question,”

‘do you still love me?’

“i do, Leon, i do. more than you’ll ever know,”

you couldn’t read the look on his face, all you saw was a flurry of emotions. he searched your face for any hesitation or lie, anything to keep him from taking you away from here for good. something to stop him from being selfish and keeping you all to himself.

“i love you, Leon Scott Kennedy.”

~

To my beloved, Leon,

i wish you were by my side, holding me and singing your cheesy songs in my ear.

i miss waking up to you every morning, staying in bed for a few more hours just so i can watch you breathe and stir in your sleep.

you broke me. we broke each other but every single piece of me will crawl back to you in the end. no matter how shattered i am.

i miss you. god, i miss you. i should’ve never left. i should’ve stayed. it was my fault. i broke us, i hurt us. i died when i left you but you brought me back to life when i saw you standing on that cliff.

when i saw you, the emotions running through me i couldn’t comprehend. i wanted to run, i wanted to turn away because i knew if i approached you it would be bad. but my body made its way towards you anyway.

i love you. i always have and i always will. i wish i could hold you again. i wish i could go back. they say to never open the closed doors of your past. fuck not opening closed doors, your door never closed.

when i turn back i can see you, standing there in the doorway watching me leave. just like the night i left. it hurts looking back, it hurts because i want to run back to you so bad.

you’re my everything and you’ll continue to be for the rest of my life. i cannot breathe without you, i cannot think, i cannot function. my head is foggy. but when i see you it all becomes so clear. when i go to sleep at night and the thought of you crosses my mind i can’t help but smile.

i wish i still had that picture of you by my bed because it’s never enough to see you smiling in my head as i lay in the dark. the sheets are cold, this house is cold, my heart is cold. i need you Leon.

it’s too late to go back now. i can’t keep doing this to you. i’m sorry. i love you.

~

a heavy hand was draped over your waist, strong firm muscle pooling you into a brick wall of a chest. you smiled, placing your hand over the one on your stomach. light kisses were pressed to your neck and down to your shoulder. rough stubble tickling your smooth skin only prompting you to smile wider.

“good morning,” a hoarse voice spoke in your ear. you looked up at the clock on your nightstand, it read 12:16. you grumbled, turning over and burying your face into chest and muscle, draping your arms around his frame and intertwining your legs with his.

“it’s so early,” you whined, hiding away from the sun peeking through your balcony doors.

“baby, it’s noon.” more kisses were pressed to your face, slowly waking you up with each one. gentle and wet kisses, you smiled at the feeling, nuzzling your nose between his pectorals with a low groan.

“it’s time to get up,”

the sound of you faking a snore earned you a small chuckle, the chest you lay on bouncing up and down — shaking you awake a bit more. the hand on your back traveled further south, rubbing over the bare skin of your ass.

“i tire you out last night, huh?” he taunted, kissing over the love bites forming on your neck and shoulders. you nodded shamelessly, every single one of your limbs was sore and you could barely move an inch without wincing in pain.

“that’s unfair, you folded me like origami and you expect me not to be tired, let me sleep,”

“i'm sorry baby, but i’m not done,”

a smirk grew on your lips and all of a sudden the pain in your body was gone. you were flipped over onto your back, making you squeal out in surprise. you were met with a pair of blue eyes and a messy head of brown hair.

warm lips met yours in a heated frenzy of a kiss — full of flame and passion. you tangled your fingers into the head of messy brown hair, moaning deeply into the kiss. you lifted your legs and brought them up and around his waist.

you could feel his hard cock press against your inner thigh, a small groan left his lips at the contact and a needy moan left yours. his hand reached between your nude bodies, two fingers slotting in between your folds and a slow and languid pace.

the tips of his fingers found your clit, rubbing small and slow circles around the sore nub. your walls fluttered around nothing, craving his cock that throbbed against your thigh.

you failed to kiss him back as a small whine left your lips.

“so wet already,” he kissed your chin, “were you dreaming about me, baby?”

you couldn’t help but give him a large smile, “maybe,”

you watched a smile grow on his lips as he placed another deep kiss to yours. his fingers left your aching cunt, leaving you pleading for more. his hand glided up your thigh, making sure your legs were securely wrapped around him.

he pulled away from the kiss, kissing your nose and then the corner of your mouth.

“i love you,” he breathed out.

“i love you too…ah,” your voice faded away into a moan as he slowly thrust into you. a weak moan left your lips and your nails dug into the skin of his back. you were never used to the sheer size of him, even if he was given to you just a few hours ago here you are, gasping for air as you clench around him.

“so beautiful, taking me so good,” he praised with a small groan. his tip nudged against your cervix, practically knocking the air left in your lungs straight out. he kept a hand on your leg, keeping you as close to him as possible.

with each deep thrust, he watched your every facial expression, watching as your mouth dropped open into a moan and as your eyes rolled into the back of your skull. he watched your lips try and form words, the only words you could moan out was his name:

“Leon,” you whined, dragging your nails down his back. he winced at the pain but he reveled in it, the way you’d claw at his back as he’d pound into you was better than any pain ever conflicted upon him. or when your teeth would sink into his shoulder, muffling your whines and moans.

the image only saturated his need.

you could feel his cock twitch inside of you and his hips began to roll against yours. still plagued by sleep, you buried your head into his shoulder, whimpering with each thrust. you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, locking your ankles around his waist to bring him closer.

you loved feeling his weight on top of you, keeping you pressed firmly into the mattress, that way you had nowhere to run. not like you’d ever want to, the pleasure he gives you when he’s on top of you like this is inexplicable.

his arms underneath you, pulling you to his chest as he brought you up with him. both of your jaws dropped open, this new position allowing the tip of his cock to press further into you. you cupped his cheek, breathing in his heavy gasps as you slowly began to roll your hips down into him.

your breasts were pushed up against his, sweaty bodies sticking together and the smell of sex filled the room. soft and gentle moans slipped past your lips, your hands grabbing at anything in reach; his shoulders, his face, his arms, just him.

“you’re so beautiful,” he groaned, gripping the back of your neck and forcing you to look down at him. your lips met him in a frenzy, your cunt squelching the base of his cock as you rocked your hips against his faster — desperately chasing that high.

your stomach was burning with need, and every part of your body from your toes to your neck was on fire. you’ve never burned for someone like you do for him. his hips jolted up to meet yours and you gasped into his mouth which allowed him to slide his tongue against yours.

he was meeting you halfway with his thrusts, a gasp of pleasure leaving your mouth with every single one.

“fuck, it’s too much,” you whined as his lips traveled down your neck, biting down on your shoulder and your collarbones — he wanted to leave a mark.

“you can take it,” he heaved, “can’t you, baby?” he urged, as his teeth scraped against the plump of your breast. a shiver rolled up your spine at both the pain and pleasure, either way you nodded ecstatically.

“yes! i can take it,”

he smirked wider, his hips thrusting up faster. he watched as your tits bounced against his chest, your head rolling back which let your frizzy hair fall over your shoulders. his eyes were glued to the love bites decorating your body. the bruises and the redness growing on his skin.

the image of your body was now forever painted in his mind. your thighs wrapped around him as your hips ground down into his thrusts. your puffy cunt taking him so well, his cock sheathing inside of you and out again. your juices soaking the tuft of hair surrounding the base of his cock. your breasts bouncing and your ribs poking out.

“oh Leon, i’m so close-“ you whined, wrapping your arms around him. one of your hands running up the back of his neck and into his brown hair, the other wrapped around his shoulders with nails digging into his skin.

“let go for me, baby.” he egged you on, teetering close to his high as well. he screwed his eyes shut, digging his fingers into the fat of your ass, helping you meet his thrusts.

you buried yourself into the crook of his neck, muffling your loud moans into his skin. the sound of wet slapping skin only got louder, along with the sound of needy moans and the headboard banging against the wall.

the fog in your mind only got heavier and stars danced in your vision. your legs clamped around his waist as you came undone around his cock. stars danced behind your vision as you called out his name in a chant.

he wasn’t too far behind, biting down on your shoulder as he shot his seed deep inside of you. hot and thick, coating your gummy walls and painting you as his.

he continued pulling your hips down into his, slowly and carefully to help you ride out both of your highs. you slumped against him, completely worn out. all the soreness came back in a flash and your eyes felt heavy. but you smiled, draping your arms around his shoulders and allowing his softening cock to stay inside of you.

you turned your right, met with the bright light of the sun and the most beautiful view ever. the sun high in the sky shining down on a field of green grass. birds flew around in the distance, gliding in the wind and twirling in the air. you watched as they flew up and up until they were out of sight.

you pulled back from leaning on his shoulder, cupping his cheek and guiding him to look at you. his eyes peeled open slowly, his pupils contracting against the bright light he was exposed to before dilating again as he caught sight of you hovering above him.

he brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear, smiling up at you.

“hi,”

you chuckled, “hi,”

he placed a deep kiss on your lips, sealing in the steamy morning you both shared. as he pulled away, he let his eyes stay shut for a moment, he wanted to mesmerize the feeling of your lips alone. he wanted to remember the feeling of your sticky body pressed to his. he wanted to remember the sound of your voice. he wanted to remember this moment. that way if he died tomorrow, he would be able to lay back and remember you.

“my body hurts,” you groaned, leaning back and taking him with you. as you both hit the mattress with a loud ‘puff’, he couldn’t help but smile.

“let me guess, you’re going to spend the whole time in bed,” he chuckled.

“what? i can’t enjoy my honeymoon? and my new house,” you smiled widely up at him. he cupped your cheek, smiling happily as he brushed your cheek. your smile faded as you nuzzled yourself into his palm, with a small sigh.

“you know, the moment i got home after that date with the froyo,” he began, licking over his dry lips. “i went home and began mapping out how your dream house would look,”

"really?" you smiled as you turned towards him, bunching the duvet up to your chin. he nodded and you gave him a small playful scoff, "and here i thought it was just a question,"

"well, it wasn't,"

your heart ached at the image of a young and blonde Leon sitting at his crowded desk, sketching out a house with the tip of his tongue sticking out the corner of his lip. you smiled at his confession, letting him plop down beside you as his arm wrapped around your waist to bring you against him.

“i was determined to make it happen,” he chuckled to himself, “i bought the property, hired construction workers, and interior designers. now that i think about it, i was so mean to them.”

you laughed at that, his story playing out in your head like a movie. you wondered how long it took and how much it all cost. though, he refused to tell you. he refused to tell you anything about the making of this house. you didn’t know about it until just a few weeks ago.

when he carried you out of the car bridal style with a blindfold around your eyes. he placed you onto the ground for a moment and you could hear the jingling of keys and the squeak of a door. when you stepped into the house it smelt stale, like wood and dust.

but when he took that blindfold off you were faced with something much better. you were face to face with your future — your dream. he mapped it out perfectly, just to your desires and nothing could ever be better. it was better than your dreams. so much better.

“the day of your uh other wedding,” he paused stifling a small nervous laugh as you giggled, “i was about to sell it. i was about to throw your dream away,” you frowned, both feeling guilty and saddened at the thought. he reached down under the covers, finding your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours.

“our dream…i was going to throw our dream away,” he laid his head down against the pillow, looking down at your hands as he ran his thumb over your delicate knuckles. “it wasn’t your fault, i just couldn’t stomach the thought of living or owning a house that was meant for you,”

“oh Leon,” you sighed.

“you didn’t know about the house, i never got to tell you and well it was too late to.”

you brought your joined hands to your lips, placing a kiss on his knuckles as you scooched closer to him. you didn’t go back to him because of the house, even if you did know about the house, you knew that you would have gone back to him for the sole purpose of being with him.

you could still be in that dainty old apartment and you’d be happy. you could be living in a studio apartment with him and you’d be happy. you could be living in a cardboard box with him and you’d be happy. as long as you were with him. home was where he was. Leon was home.

“the realtor convinced me not to, he told me a story similar to ours,” his other hand reached up, cupping your cheek and stroking the puffiness underneath your eyes.

“his story didn’t have a happy ending like ours but he told me, ‘it is never too late to be what you wanted to be.’” Leon sighed heavily, looking deep into your eyes. you looked at him attentively, eyes wide and eyelashes fluttering up at him. he smiled at you, finding the look on your face adorable, like a kid listening to a bedtime story.

“and well i wanted to be with you,”

your heart swelled with love and your features softened. you gave him a look of pure adoration, and every waking moment and every waking day you found yourself falling more and more deeply in love with him. from the moment you woke, to the moment you slept and into the dreams you inhabit, you loved him dearly.

your heart called for him in your strongest and weakest moments. your soul was tied to him and your every thought revolved around him.

Leon. Leon. Leon. he was all you knew and all you wanted. he was your dream, your prince charming, your fairytale. he was your everything. he held you in the palm of his hands and he didn’t even know it. from the moment you met and to this very moment now, laying in bed with limbs entangled — stealing kisses and whispering sweet nothing, you were his.

you wanted it to be him.

you wanted him to be your partner in crime. you wanted him to be your husband, your partner in life and death, the father to your children, the man you introduced to your parents, the man to give you his last name, the person you woke up to in the morning and fell asleep next to in the night, the sole owner of your heart and soul.

and now he is that. he is your partner in life and death, your husband, to father of your future children, the man you woke up to and fell asleep next to. he is that man.

“i’m glad it was you.”

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Limerence | Seven

C H A P T E R S E V E N

limerence / lim-ê-rêns / (noun)

“Obsessive romantic attraction towards another person”

Summary: In which the owners of Jujutsu Incorporated, the Ôgami brothers, are suddenly interested in you.

Pairing: Alpha!Sukuna x reader, Alpha!Itadori x reader, Alpha!Gojo x reader, Alpha!Geto x reader, Alpha!Nanami x reader, Alpha!Kenjaku x reader

Status: Ongoing.

Genre: werewolf au, soulmate, polyamory relationship, angst, fluff, omegaverse, a/b/o dynamics.

Warnings: smut, violence, mentions of knotting, heats, ruts, insecurities, some descriptions of reader’s body, mention of possible ED, omegaspace, domdrop, swearing, blood, depression, suicidal thoughts, possessiveness, obsessive thoughts, Alpha tendencies.

Chapter Warnings: nudity, panic attack, talks about scar, negative thoughts, first heat, smuttyness, scent talk. Writing this late so let me know if there is more I need to tag.

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Previously on Limerence:

“She has anxiety?” Yuji asked more to himself.

“Don’t we all?” Suguru joked making his brother give him a ‘shut the fuck up’ look. He raised his hands up in a show of surrender, smirk still on his face.

“I just mean, I didn’t know she had it to the extent of having to take meds for it.” Yuji explained his thoughts glancing down at you.

“Neither did I. None of us do. I guess I realised that when I was at her place too. None of us know her yet, we don’t know anything about her, her life, her family. None of it. We’ve known her for a day, not even a full day either.” Suguru sighed, he couldn’t wait to learn more about you.

“We will soon. I’m excited for the days I know all there is to know. I will feel like I’m complete as her mate.” Yuji laughed with joy on his face only for Suguru to wipe it away.

“Something tells me there will always be something new to learn with our gorgeous mate.”

-

Kento had talked it out with Sukuna and Satoru, both brothers had made sure that Kento was in the correct headspace before coming to find you. He found you wiping the sleep from your eyes fighting to stay awake while Yuji ran his fingers through your hair gently.

“Why don’t we get you a fresh set of clothes, get you out of those ripped ones hmm?” Suguru offered and smiled like a lovesick puppy when you nodded sleepily, he patted Kento on the back as he left to grab you some clothes.

“Sweetheart?” Kento’s hands had began to shake, he knew that even if it wasn’t all his fault, it was partly his doing. How stupid he was to have let Jade stay in that room. He should have ushered her out before taking the call. He shouldn’t have been so trusting with a stranger around his mate, what a fool he was.

You looked up at Kento and felt conflicted. You yourself understood he wasn’t at fault, yet your dormant omega who had suddenly become alive, she was apprehensive. She felt betrayed in some way that had you feeling waves of the same feeling even if you didn’t want to.

“I’m sorry.” Is all he says, almost like he doesn’t know what else to say, or maybe he knows it doesn’t matter what he says, you won’t forgive that easily. That’s why your omega relaxes slightly, she can clearly see the promise to make it up to you, to grovel and graft sparkling in his eyes.

You just nod, but it’s all your omega is allowing you to do. Thankfully Suguru has perfect timing as he comes back into the room with a small pile of clothing for you. With a sweet smile he holds them out to you, offering him a smile of your own you take the pile from his hands. Slipping off of Yuji’s lap, he inhales sharply making you turn around with a frown, then you hear the same thing from the two other men in the room.

“What?” You frown turning back to your other two mates.

“Angel h-how…” you turn back to the pink haired man, his eyes brimming with tears.

“What?” You blink confused, then you feel it. A slight breeze blowing over your bare back, tickling the damaged skin and suddenly your lungs feel like sandpaper as your breathe in and out, suddenly Yuji’s proximity as he stands suffocates you. Something burning starts to unfurl in your stomach like you’d be retching soon, a coil tightening, curling and swirling until a shiver of terror racks its way through your body and your running.

Pushing past Kento who tries to catch you but your faster, slipping out of what little grip he had on you and running right into a confused looking Sukuna, bumping his shoulder and once again pushing. You needed to get away, needed to breathe. All you knew was that you were drowning and the longer you went without air, the further down you were being pulled. Your eyes began to blacken at the edges just as you reached what you hoped was the front door and as if God was on your side for once, it was.

The sky was pitch black, the only light coming from the street lamps. A golden hue shining over you as you descended deeper into your frazzled state of anxiety. Then as though the sky cracked open with a noise only rivalled by a sonic boom, Kento roared. It was automatic the way your feet stopped,

Even through your fuzzy brain and lightheadedness you still managed to hear the growled command, “Omega. Breathe.” You did. You took in deep breath, after deep breath until you were almost hyperventilating, almost exactly the same as you did this morning when you met them. Fuck it hadn’t even been a full day of knowing them and already you’d had what? Two? Three? Mental break downs.

“Omega.” Sukuna rushes to you, falling on his knees too. His arms surrounding your figure, pulling away quickly when you hiss and cry out as his skin meets yours where your shirt had been ripped at the back.

“Kuna.” Oh. His eyes are glued to you, fuck he hadn’t heard anyone call him that ever. He wishes it wasn’t laced with the sadness and pain clear as day in your voice. He wishes to hear it only in your happiest times.

“I’m here pup, just breathe omega. My beautiful omega, breathe for me,” you nod doing your best to take the breaths he’s asking you to, “that’s it, good girl. Good girl keep doing that, in and out slowly like me. Watch me.” He says cupping your cheek with his hand and turning your head until your eyes are on him, and as he asks you watch him, slowly falling into a steady rhythm of copying him. Air fills your lungs the way it desperately needs.

You allow Sukuna to coax you back inside and into the living room, it seems like everything is moving in slow motion as he leads you to sit on the sofa, kneeling in front of you. He frowns, face pinched with pain as he watches the tears fall down your cheeks, “Please pup, tell Alpha what he can do to make it better.”

You shake your head, “You can’t fix this, you can’t fix me. I can’t be fixed. I’ve tried, I’m still trying. Nothing works.” You say so strong and a matter of fact that Sukuna feels like he’s being challenged, he hears his wolf whine for the first time in its entire existence, “If you knew…” you start only to sigh and bury your face in your hands.

Sukuna goes to push for an answer when a hand places itself on his shoulder, he looks up to find Kenjaku staring down at him shaking his head. No room for arguments, Sukuna moves away from you so Kenjaku can pick you up. You squeal and after a slight panic you realise it’s just Kenny. With a small huff you ask to be put down to which he simply responds “No.”

Kenjaku carries you through the blue hallway, up the stairs and third door on the right. It’s, dark and a little cold, you feel yourself being placed on a cold surface then a flick of a switch and the white light fills the space around you. A modern style bathroom that you guess would look big if the enormous gorgeous beast wasn’t stood in it.

You take notice of the black marble countertop you’ve been placed on, it contrasts perfectly with the white tiled walls, and the white sink, next to which is the pile of clothes Suguru had given you earlier. How long had Kenjaku been back and how the hell did he manage to refold and place the clothes in a neat heap on the side?

“Arms up.” His voice is the softest it’s ever been, he hopes his face isn’t too harsh either as he watches you carefully. You go to say no, your mind begs you to only to be shushed by your omega with a softly whispered, alpha’s talking.

You hold your arms up in the air and the way the corner of his lip twitches up makes your chest swell with happiness, he looks proud of you and that has you almost preening under his gaze. He moves forward slowly, rough fingers grazing the soft skin of your hips as he grabs the hem of your ruined top and pulls it off of you dropping it on the floor.

He goes in again hooking his fingers in the sides of your trousers, “Lift.” He orders and you do, putting your body weight on the strength of your arms to push your bum off the counter enough for Kenjaku to pull your trousers down. He drops those on the floor too before grabbing the trousers in the pile and slipping them on.

He grabs the sweater, brown sharp eyes that are desperately trying to be softer, glare at your bra in offense. Before you can even protest Kenjaku is pinging the clasp of your bra open, he doesn’t even bother to look away respectfully as your breast spill out. He simply pulls away the bra, dropping it on the pile on the floor and pulls the tops onto your head, helping you put your arms in the correct holes.

You’re once again fully clothed, covered from the shoulders down in soft comforting cotton. Though your cheeks are warmer, your body feels a little achy and you have this throbbing feeling in your lower abdomen.

“Better?” He tilts his head waiting for an answer, the sight makes you crack a smile and nod.

“Thanks Kenny.” You see him freeze, a wrinkle in time, a pause in his world but not in yours. What he does next surprises you, his arms wrap around your body as he begins to nudge your legs apart so he can step in between them and hold you tightly. His thin lips drag over the skin on your forehead, leaving the sweetest of kisses there.

“You’re welcome princess.” His deep voice, the way his sturdy body was pressed against yours, how held you tender yet tight. And his scent, fuck, his scent the sweetest cinnamon hot chocolate and something musky like a manly cologne sprayed on himself to minimise the sweetness of his scent.

You realise that all of your mates have sweet bakery scents, sweet treats or drinks. Each of them attractive to you, each smelling like something you’d get from the bakery across the road from Jujutsu Kaisen Headquarters. It simply makes you bury your face further into his neck and inhale deeper.

Your nose pressed up against his scent gland was something else entirely, you breathed in deeply and unconsciously rolled your hips against the marble counter top. You’d not noticed too busy getting high on your vicious mate’s sweet smell but Kenjaku…oh he’d noticed. He reckons he could sniff out your arousal from down the street with how strong it was. His brothers would definitely notice too if that thought was anything to go by.

“Princess?” Kenjaku was unsure what to do to in this situation, to his knowledge you hadn’t had a heat ever. Was this one coming on or were you just horny? He couldn’t make heads or tails of it but what he did know was that you were clinging onto to him tighter, breathing heavily while your hips hesitantly rolled stuttering slightly each time.

“Yes Kenny?” You sounded so innocent like you genuinely didn’t know what you were doing. It had him closing his eyes tightly to get himself to calm down before he spoke.

“Are you okay?” Not wanting to scare you off by pointing out your unconscious actions, he’d let you lead this conversation. If you chose not to say anything about it, he would happily stay like this until you were ready to pull away.

“I’m not sure. I’m really hot all of a sudden.” And it was all of a sudden, like a flick of a switch, a wave of painful heat shot through your body lingering the most in your lower stomach where you’d get your period cramps. If felt similar to that but hot and more painful. It had you hunching over, hands scrambling to grab onto anything that would anchor you as the pain pulsed through your body, wave after wave.

“Omega?” He questioned, bending with you only to be hit with a strong surge of your phenomenons, they were pungent and smelled so fucking good. The way your body pushed them out more and more with each wave of pain you experienced, you were calling for an Alpha to aid you, help you.

“Alpha.” You gasped sharply, throwing your head back with a pleasure expression when Kenjaku’s hand gripped your thigh, his touch sent sparks all over you. Tingles of exquisite pleasure coming from the simple pressure of his fingertips on your leg.

“Ken.” Kenjaku was quick to snap his head towards his brother who stood in the doorway, his blonde hair messy and his clothes ruffled. He looked as disgruntled as earlier in the day right after the Jade incident occurred. He looked his way expecting an answer of what was happening to you.

“I think she’s going into her first heat.” Kento’s eyes widened with shock at his black haired brother’s words.

“But that’s..” he wanted to say impossible but would it be? You were finally surrounded by all your mates, you’d had an extremely stressful day which had pushed your once dormant omega out of hiding. It was entirely possible that your first heat, long overdue, would come now.

You moaned arching your back when Kenjaku’s hand had slid up your thigh even higher, his pinky brushing against the front of your clothed cunt. His eyes raking over your figure, he couldn’t help the groan that slipped out when he noticed the wet patch that had began to grow there. You were slicking up ready to be knotted.

“Fuck what do we do?” Kenjaku asks not taking his eyes off of you as you began to breathe raggedly and buck your hips in search of the friction you needed.

“She’s going to need us.” Sukuna’s voice had joined the conversation, making his presence known.

“She’s not…she won’t be ready for that mentally or emotionally even if she is physically.” Kento said shaking his head. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go. You were supposed to get to know them and them know you. You were supposed to exchange ‘I love you’s’ first. Have the ultimate trust in them first.

Not even a day and your body was already in tune with them and your omega had slotted herself back into your life, coming back just as easily as she had left it.

“Kuna.” You whimpered, a sheer contrast to how you’d cried it earlier voice so full of sadness. Now it was needy and wanting, filled with desperation.

“Yeah baby I’m here, what’d you need bunny?” He pushes past Kento to come to your aid, his usual teasing expression completely gone and replaced with pure seriousness.

“We should move her to a bed, get her comfortable for what’s coming.” Kento suggested, talking lowly to Kenjaku as you reached forward clinging to Sukuna grabbing at his hand roughly to bring it to your aching pussy.

“Omega, be patient.” He intoned you, the first time you’d ever experienced it. The automatic response to do exactly as you’d just been told was maddening.

“Which room?” Sukuna asked his brothers.

“What’s going on?” Satoru had come seeking out you and the glorious smell that had began to fill the house. His white hair all tussled in a stressful way just like Kento’s.

“Sweetheart which room do you want to be in?” Kento asked you watching your face carefully.

“Kenny’s.” You whined despite how tightly you clung to Sukuna. Almost as if an order had been given Sukuna wrapped his arms around your body and began marching through the hallway and straight into Kenjaku’s room. He placed you on the big dark blue covered bed gently, leaning back and watching the way your back arched off the bed. He had to try his hardest to resist when you made grabby hands in his direction.

All six Alphas in one room now, all watching as you writhed in a waves of pain and begged for pleasure to be given to you. Only one question needed to be asked.

“What do we do?”

[stararch4ngelqueen]

Hi! I have been obsessed with your Jason fics for a couple of days. They are just so sweet and incredible. I simply love them and I think that thanks to you I have a new comfort character 😊

I kind of had a little 🤏 anxiety attack in a situation similar to the one I am going to request yesterday. But, somehow imagining Jason recomforting me and thinking about your stories helped me to ease my mind for a while. So thank you so much 🫶🏼

If you have time and like the idea, could you make a fic in which Jason and fem!reader at a Gala in the Wayne Manor and the reader kinds of stress out because people keep asking her questions and looking at her (maybe because that it's their first event as an official couple 🤔) and Jason helps her and assures her that everything will be fine

Hope you have a good day!

Aww I’m sorry to hear that. I get those a lot with my job. Sorry it’s so short, but I hope this helps!

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“I’ll say it as much as I have to,” Jason’s voice rumbles comfort in your ear, his hand settling snug along your back.

“You look stunning, babe. Don’t worry.”

His words became a temporary balm to your rising concerns, causing a nearly endless bubbling in your tummy.

You weren’t like this when you arrived, fiddling with the skirt of your dress in the back of the limousine. It began when you caught various flashes of photographers along the manor gates, attempting to catch evidence of tonight’s Gala attendees.

Of course, Jason’s commentary from how you’ve done your makeup, to this gorgeous… gorgeous silk dress you picked out for the event, was ever such an ego boost.

A rich, merlot color, complimenting the collar of his button up under his tux jacket. All of Gotham knew just how extravagant Bruce Wayne’s galas were, ranging from charity events to holiday celebrations.

Part of you was excited to attend, despite it being out of your comfort zone. Lots of important people, plenty of snobs looking to get on Wayne’s good side. You imagined that one scene from The Devil Wears Prada; the main character himself strolling along with an aura of charming confidence as he greeted his guests, while his sons lounge around the stairs in absolute boredom, adorned in their secretly signature colors.

Jason usually avoided these events, but just for tonight, he wouldn’t mind attending as long as had his lovely girl by his side.

The dress made you look like complete eye candy. He wasn’t afraid to say that. His girl deserved to look her best, as long as people knew who you arrived and were leaving with at the end of the night.

“What if they ask a bunch of personal stuff?”

“Tell ‘em a bunch of personal lies,” Jason shrugs. “S’what I do all the time.”

Lying seems the most reasonable. Rich, important people do it all the time. What’re they gonna do, fact check you on the spot?

“Ah ah,” he holds up a finger the second he sees your lips open, shaking his head after another sip of champagne. “Look, if they were that desperate to look for truth here, then what’s the point of secret identities?”

After nearly an hour of gentle symphonies accompanying a handful of introductions at a time, your polite smile grew a little more strained. Shaking hands of many faces you didn’t care about, politely nodding your head towards patrons you accidentally made eye contact with and so on, had you clutching Jason’s forearm just a little tighter.

He remained by your side, offering you some soda water or champagne to settle your nerves after finding you both a semi-quiet retreat in a slightly vacant corner.

You weren’t sure why your mind began focusing on the outer talk of guests around you, but you begin to hate yourself for it.

Questions varying from who you were, hushed mutters of if you were simply bribed by lavish gifts to attend. Was another son of Bruce Wayne following in his playboy footsteps, going from girl to girl?

Such comments even went as far as to compliment your hair and makeup. You even heard a woman say this shade of red didn’t suit your skin tone. What does that even mean??

Soon enough, the music grew as loud as the chatter, making your chest swell and burn with irritation for the mental overstimulation.

Jason takes a fresh drink from a tray before leading you out from the stuffy crowds, striving into the courtyard patio. A warm, natural floral breeze helps wipe your senses clean after breathing in a cloying concoction of expensive fragrances all in one room.

A few well dressed patrons were scattered about, smoking cigarettes neatly tucked in slick metal cases. Jason didn’t stop there, leading you down a short set of curved stairs leading into the gardens.

“Breathe, babe. I gotcha.” He holds your hand at first before reaching for his jacket buttons. “All this liquor didn’t get to your head, did it?”

His teasing nearly fell on deaf ears as he draped his coat over your bare shoulders, making his smile slowly fade from your silence.

“You sure you don’t just wanna dip? We can stop at a diner and tell the waiters Batman crashed our expensive, high school prom.”

“Bruce won’t get mad?” You question after a short smile, watching Jason’s lips purse with a firm head shake.

“I mean, we showed up,” Jason clarifies while balancing his empty glass along a nearby stone bench. “No one’s really telling us to stay here.”

A faint air of defeat floods your shoulders, even when your favorite person offered the solution to your anxieties. You thought you’d be more confident, holding the aura of poise and elegance so many women held at these events.

Overall, it was too much. The music, the people, the cologne.

Somehow, a late night diner sounded a whole lot better the more you thought about it. Bustling bells ringing for hot plates, palate cleansing coffee flooding your nose, greasy bacon, and orange juice lacking any expensive champagne.

“Keep that pretty head high, princess.” Jason gently gives the bottom of your chin a gentle nudge with his thumb, gifting you a handsome smile.

“You showed up, that’s all that matters. I’m proud of you.”

[sethsclearwater]

request: can I request an imagine with paul? perhaps he gets mad over something and is about to phase, but his imprint calms him down in time? ty :)

warnings: nothing really, some smutty-ish themes towards the end

word count: 2.0 k

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you and paul had been dating for almost 4 years now, before he shifted you had some sort of friends-with-benefits thing going on that quickly turned into a relationship when he imprinted on you. you were accustomed to his short temper at this point. he rarely got angry with you and when he did, it was only because you had put yourself in some kind of danger. other people though, he got angry with quicker than the average person. 

you were out at a house party in forks with paul and some friends of yours, it was meant to be a small get-together but had morphed into a full-on house party by the time you and your friends had gotten there. you were wearing a pair of jean shorts and a black bodysuit that hugged your body in all the right ways. paul nearly had a heart attack when he caught you leaving but knew better than to try and tell you what to do so he had just huffed and helped you into the car.

you could hear the music blasting from inside the house as you stepped in, paul’s hand resting on your lower back protectively. he quickly slid his hands to rest on either side of your hips, guiding you into the kitchen with the rest of your friends. 

one of your friends, cassie, had handed you a drink and you smiled, gladly taking it from her. paul politely declined the drink cassie was handing him, letting her know that he was driving you home tonight and couldn’t drink. one of the many perks of having a werewolf boyfriend meant you always had a DD because of his inability to get drunk due to his abnormally high body temperature. 

paul sat down on one of the barstools, pulling you to sit on his lap while he talked with one of your old friends from high school. you hummed, leaning into his chest as you sipped at the drink. the vodka mostly masked by the pineapple juice cassie had put in it. 

“y/n,” cassie called softly, getting your attention, “can you come to the bathroom with me? i feel like i’m gonna explode.” she laughed and you nodded, looking up to paul who nodded and pressed a kiss to your temple before releasing his grip around your waist so you could get up. 

cassie took your hand, pulling you through the crowd of people to the bathroom. you both let out laughs when you finally reached the bathroom, quickly closing the door behind yourselves so cassie could pee in peace. 

“why aren’t any of the other boys with you guys tonight?” cassie asked as she sat down on the toilet, referencing the other boys in the pack who she’d met on a few different occasions.

you smiled, “i think they just had work or something. i don’t really know.” you explained, not sure how to explain the concept of patrol to her without blowing paul’s secret. 

“you’ve seriously gotta get paul to set me up with embry. i can’t stop thinking about that guy!” she exclaimed dramatically, both of you laughing at her confession. 

you rolled your eyes, “i’ll try, that guy is hard to get out. he’s an introvert cassie - not like you.” you laughed again, leaning off the sink as cassie got up to wash her hands. you could faintly make out the sound of yelling outside the door but decided to ignore it, chalking it up to some dumb drunk guys getting into a fight. 

she giggled, “i think i could bring it out of him. he’s definitely got a wild side.” she explained as she washed her hands. the yelling started to grow louder which caught both of your attention, “oh my god is that paul and tim?” cassie asked incredulously, pulling back the short curtains on the bathroom window to look out only to see paul screaming at your ex, tim.

before you could even comprehend what you were doing, you had the window open and were throwing yourself out it, screaming paul’s name. you hit the ground pretty hard, the adrenaline taking away any of the pain you otherwise would’ve felt as you sprinted over to your boyfriend and ex. 

“paul!” you yelled again as you got closer, quickly getting to him and getting in front of him so you were in between him and your ex.

paul ignored you, stepping around you as he continued to yell at your ex, “say it again.” he growled, towering over tim as he got up in his face.

tim smirked, looking up at paul, “i said,” he started, laughing a bit to himself before continuing, “y/n liked it better when i was fucking her.” 

before you could react, paul had both his hands against his chest, shoving him so hard he went flying back, hitting the ground and landing with a loud groan. before he could go over and do more damage, you got back in front of him, pressing your hands to his ribs as you felt him shaking under your touch, “paul look at me,” you pleaded, knowing if you didn’t get him calmed down soon he’d be phasing in front of half of forks. 

he ignored you, moving to step around you but you stopped him, cupping his face with your hands and pulling him down to look at you, “paul stop.” you whimpered, eyes filling with tears as you tried to figure out how to navigate the situation without help from anyone else who knew paul’s secret.

your whimper caught his attention and he seemed to snap out of it, looking down at you and scanning your face for any signs of injury, “i can’t help you if you shift right now.” you whispered, frowning more when you felt the wet tears begin falling down your cheeks, “please.” you pleaded, bottom lip quivering as you prayed he’d calm himself down quickly.

he let out an exhale, shoulders slumping as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest, hugging you tightly as he took some deep breaths. within a few moments, the shaking subsided and paul pressed his lips to the crown of your head, mumbling a quiet ‘thank you’ against your hair.

you nodded, taking a deep breath yourself and looking up at him as he loosened his grip on your hips, “can you go get the keys? i wanna go home.” you whispered, paul’s thumbs brushing the stray tears off your cheeks as he nodded, leaning down to press another kiss to your forehead before releasing you and heading back into the house to grab the keys.

lucky for you, he had managed to not draw too big of a crowd and the only people outside were cassie, your ex, you, and a few other people who had come out to make sure you were okay. no one was a big fan of your ex so you were relieved to see no one was concerned about him as he got up from the ground with  a loud groan.

you looked over at him, shaking your head slowly as he smiled again, stepping closer to you but cassie stepped in, placing her arm in front of you protectively, “you know,” tim started, brushing his hands off on his jeans, “i think i was right. you did like it better when i was fucking you.” 

you weren’t one for a short temper but you saw red and before you could think about a response you found yourself yelling, “shut the fuck up tim! for fuck’s sake do you ever shut your mouth?” your fist colliding with his face before you had even processed what you were doing. paul’s familiar hands came around your hips, quickly grabbing you and turning you so he could throw you over his shoulder as you continued to yell insults at your ex.

cassie also was yelling a slew of insults at him, following you and paul back to paul’s car. once tim was out of sight, you let out an exhale you didn’t know you’d been holding in, allowing paul to carry you back to the car. 

“good for you, finally putting that fucker in his place!” cassie cheered once you reached the car, both you and paul letting out shaky laughs as paul let you down and put you in the back seat with cassie. 

you took another deep breath before everything washed over you, “i can’t believe i punched him.” you laughed, looking over at cassie who was grinning.

“finally! everyone was rooting for you too! that guys sucks!” she exclaimed, both of you laughing again as paul drove you back to his apartment. 

“and the way you jumped out that window too! you jumped down at least 10 feet! i have no idea how you didn’t break anything doing that! you’re like supernatural or something!” she continued on, and you caught paul looking at you through the rearview mirror, both of you letting out knowing laughs. 

paul pulled into the parking lot, putting the car in park before turning to look at you both, “i think embry is over, cassie i don’t know if you mind.” paul started, cassie quickly cutting him off with a loud squeal as she jumped out of the car and ran into the apartment complex. 

you rolled your eyes, looking over at paul for a moment, both of you trying to figure out what to say to eachother. finding nothing, you unbuckled your seatbelt and climbed into the driver’s seat so you could sit on paul’s lap.

he sighed softly, pulling you into his chest and holding you there while he took a deep breath, “i’m sorry,” he murmured again, “i don’t know what would’ve happened if you weren’t there-” paul started and you shook your head, shushing him as you looked up at him.

“we both lost it.” you murmured, cupping his face with your hand and sighing, “what did he say to you?” you asked softly, “aside from the fact that i apparently like being fucked by him more than you.” you added, exhaling a soft laugh.

paul shook his head, “i don’t really remember if i’m being honest with you.” he sighed, reaching up to reciprocate your touch and cupped your jaw with his hand, running his thumb along your lower lip as the two of you processed how horribly that night out just went.

you couldn’t think of anything else to say so you tugged him forward, pressing your lips to his for a soft kiss. paul quickly wove his fingers through your hair, tightening them as he pulled his lips away from yours and gently peppered your neck with kisses, only stopping when he reached your collarbone and began sucking at the soft spot there, eliciting a low whine from you as you closed your eyes and relaxed into his lap. 

“paul-” you whimpered, gasping when you heard a knock on the window, eyes flying open only to see embry and cassie standing outside the car, both laughing. 

both you and paul groaned, paul pressing a quick kiss to your lips before turning the car off and opening the passenger door, helping you out before stepping out himself. 

“so i hear you finally punched your ex?” embry mused, cassie standing next to him beaming. you rolled your eyes, paul’s hands sliding around your waist as he rested his chin on your head,

“she finally did.” paul reiterated, all of you laughing at how dumb the whole situation was. 

“nice,” embry smiled, “so are we ordering pizza or what? i say we have our own party tonight instead.” he suggested and you glanced over at cassie who was nodding, grinning from ear to ear. 

you and her both giggled, “that sounds like a good idea to me.” you mused, paul humming in agreement as you all started to head back into the apartment. 

“i told you i could bring the beast out of him!” cassie whisper-yelled to you and you laughed softly, nodding. you could even faintly make out embry’s smile from ahead of you as you headed in. 

if anyone could make you feel better, it was her. and paul. and embry.

[kittykat-25]

One Of The Guys -Part 6

Pairings: Hongjoong x F! Reader, Chan X F! Reader

Genre: idol au, Friends x Lovers, angst

Warnings: anxiety attacks, Feminine pet names

Summary: You tried really hard not to be a cliché, falling love with your best friend. How unoriginal. But when your best friend is Kim Hongjoong what are you supposed to do?

Now Playing: One Of The Guys- Jessia

A/n: The beginning of part six picks up exactly where part five left off🤍

Chan laid the flowers on the table and made his way to the living room. You were sitting on the couch, legs curled up against your chest. You looked so small, “y/n, are you okay?” He asked quietly. You turned and looked at him, the tears streaming down your face cracking his heart in two. He came and sat down, wrapping his arms around you tightly, “do you want to talk about it?” He asked while running his hands through your hair. “I’m sorry.” You mumbled trying to control yourself. “Hey, hey it’s alright.” Chan said, his hand cupped your cheek, “you don’t have to apologize, I don’t know what happened between you two but if you want me to go kick his butt I will.” You laughed, making Chans heart soar. “Don’t do that, we don’t need the dispatch rumor mill starting.” You wiped your eyes and sat up, Chans hand dropped from your face to your hand squeezing once in encouragement.

You took a deep breath, “yesterday I woke up and was just struggling. My anxiety was in over drive and everything was going wrong. And then work was crap and I had to stay late. So when I got home I lost it completely. I had repressed everything all day and it all hit me at once.” You started picking at your thumb and Chans hand came down gently, rubbing soothing circles on your palm. “I usually call Wooyoung or Joong because they can get here the fastest. But I knew Woo was helping Yeo so I called Hongjoong. And he, um-“ you struggled to find the words, all the hurt from last night rising back up when you saw him.

Chan reached up and tucked a loose strand of your hair behind your ear, “you don’t have to tell me.” He said gently. “No it’s fine it’s just a lot and it hurts. He basically told me to figure it out and to leave him alone. That he didn’t have time to deal with me. And that’s when everything collapsed essentially.” Chans heart sank at that statement, you continued, “I spiraled and thank god Mingi called me, he came over the second he heard me sobbing. I’m pretty sure Wooyoung threatened Joong. He didn’t tell me exactly what he said to him. But now Hongjoong has been calling and texting all day but I don’t have it in me to be the bigger person right now.” You said laying your head against the back of the couch. Chan kept drawing circles on your hand, trailing them up your arm.

The tears had stopped falling but the hurt was evident and Chan would’ve given anything to take the pain from you. “Have you listened to his messages he left?” You shook your head no, “I know it’s petty-“ Chan cut you off, “no y/n you have every right to be hurt by what he said. especially when he knows what’s going on.” You nodded, “I know but with a comeback and he barely sleeps as it is. You know how it goes. It’s a lot going on, I understand dealing with me is probably more than he can take.” Chan nodded, “yeah comebacks and producing music is hard and sleepless nights can all blur together. And I know me and Changbin and Han have all said things to each other in those moments we shouldn’t have but it never gets easier hearing them or dealing with the consequences after.” You smiled, “I can’t imagine you guys fighting.” Chan laughed, “we don’t often because we communicate but we have all had our fair shares of sleep deprived digs at each other.” His hand stop tracing and you lifted your head to look at him, “I’m not saying you have to forgive and forget. But maybe listening to the messages or listening to him apologize will make you feel better.” He said with a small smile. You nodded your head, “maybe tomorrow.” You turned your attention back to the tv, “what movie should we watch?!” You asked grabbing your favorite blanket and throwing it on top of your legs. Chan look at you and pulled you closer, “whatever you want to watch pretty girl.” You smiled and you snuggled closer into his side. Felling safe and forgetting the world outside for a moment.

As you made your way to the guys dorms, chatting with Chan on the phone, “I just have a bad feeling.” Chan chuckled, “he showed up with flowers Y/n I don’t think he’s going to turn you away.” You could hear Changbin yelling in the background, “y/n-ie!!” You laughed “what does Bin want?” Chan groaned into the phone, “for you to come over for dinner. Don’t feel obligated, they are nosey and want to meet you.” You walked to the side door of the dorm, “let me see how this goes and then we will talk about dinner.” You said quickly, “I’m here but I’ll update you.” You said a quick goodbye and hung up.

You knocked on the door and waited, you knew they were all home per Seonghwa. Jongho opened the door and you gave him a smile. “Hi baby bear.” He rolled his eyes at you but gave you a mile and a quick hug, “Wooyoung is at Sans.” You nodded, “I’m here to see Joong.” He turned around and looked at you, “do you want me to get woo back here? Or I can stay?” You patted his arm. “I can handle Hongjoong little bear don’t worry.” Jongho nodded and went back to the couch. When you went down the hallway he sent a text to the group chat letting the members know you were here.

As you knocked on Hongjoong’s door, it flew open. “Woah there.” You said jumping back. “Y/n” Joong said, mostly a whisper. “You wanted to speak to me?” You said and motioned into his room. He turned around and lead you to the desk. You sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him to speak. “Y/n I’m so sorry, I know what I said it’s unforgivable-“ Hongjoong was interrupted by the slamming of a door and multiple voices yelling. “Wooyoung calm down.” You heard Yeosang start. You stood up and walked to the door, seeing San and Yeo trying to forced Wooyoung into the living room instead of coming to you. “Woo, it’s fine. I’ll be out in a minute.” You said shutting the door, not missing the glare he threw over your shoulder to his captain.

“He hates me now. All of them are mad at me.” Hongjoong said dropping his head into his hands. “Yeah well do you blame him?” You stated, sitting back down. “No but honestly I’m more concerned on if you hate me.” He said grabbing your hands. You pulled your hands out of his slowly. “I don’t hate you Joongie. I don’t even think that’s possible for me to do. But what you said really hurt me. And I get your busy but-“ Hongjoong cut you off, “no Buts. I should never be too busy to help you. Especially when you need me. I’m so sorry Doll.” You gave him a smile, “I forgive you. Thank you for the flowers by the way.” Hoongjoongs gut twisted as he remembered last night. Chan being in your apartment so comfortably.

He had asked Wooyoung about it but Woo had been less than friendly and had choice words for his captain about it. “You and Chan?” He asked, eyebrow raised slightly. His heart sank a bit when you smiled at the mention of the older man and the blush that crept up your cheeks. “Chan is not something I’m ready to talk about and I’d like for the other guys to not know anything please.” You said quietly, “it’s new and I don’t need them injecting themselves. Wooyoung does that enough.” Hongjoong nodded, glad he wouldn’t have to tell his brothers about this and try to explain why it annoyed him so much.

You gave Joong a smile and stood up, “alright I just wanted to clear the air but I need to get going. I know you guys have practice and have alot to do before Friday.” You said walking to the door. As you opened it you swore you heard quiet footsteps sprinting down the hallway. Rolling your eyes you made your way into the living room, climbing between Yeo and Woo. Wooyoung threw his arm around you and glared at Hongjoong who had walked in behind you. You pinched Wooyoung’s arm, “enough. We’re fine.” “Bubs.” Wooyoung started you held up a hand to cut him off. “No this is for all of you, me and Joong talked. We are fine. I appreciate the love from you all but you have a comeback starting in three days. You need to get your crap together and be a team.” Seonghwa smiled at you, “now get your butts to practice. Go!” You said making them all get up.

You said your goodbyes and headed towards the bus to go to work sending a text to Chan, “all is well and I’d love to do dinner whenever you guys can.” Chans text back came hours later while you were working, “perfect the kids are excited, Minho is cooking, how does Saturday sound?” You happily accepted and returned to work, not giving your nerves time to kick in. You would panic about meeting them all later.

You texted Wooyoung once you got home and as expected his FaceTime came in a second later. “Binnie told me you were having dinner with them.” He smirked through the phone. “I’ve met them all in passing, shooting Kingdom way back when but never as someone Chan is seeing. What if they hate me?” Wooyoung laughed, “nah they all have good taste. They’ll love you.” You rolled your eyes, “Woo I’m dating their leader, who they all adore and love. They are going to be protective.” Wooyoung raised his eyebrows, “so yall are official. You are off the market and over Joong?” “You know what I mean. I’ve been going on dates. Casually I guess. I don’t know. I have no clue what we are.” You rattle out.

Wooyoung whistled, “you are stressing over this aren’t you jagiya.” You groan, throwing your head back, “What do I do.” Wooyoung was quiet long enough for you to lift your phone, he was staring at you waiting, “bubs are you over Hongjoongie, because you need to figure that out before you start something seriously with Chan Hyung. He’s a good guy and I mean no harm in this but he doesn’t deserve to be a pit stop before Joong.” You looked down at your lap, “nothing is going to happen with Hongjoong. I’ve accepted that and I think Monday was just nailing the lid to the coffin. That dream of running off into the sunset with him is dead. Chan makes me happy and I feel safe and cared for with him.” You added with a smile.

Wooyoung smiled at you, “you deserve the world and I think if given the chance Chan would do that. I mean in my opinion no one is good enough for you but Channie Hyung is the best option.” You laughed, “ I love you Wooyoungie, thank you for being my friend.” “I love you too bubs.”

As Hongjoong sat outside of Wooyoung’s door, hand on the handle about to apologize. He can’t seem to move from the spot after hearing the ending of Wooyoung’s conversation. Turning and walking back down to his room, brain swimming with thoughts. Wooyoung would rather you be with Chan than anyone else. Why not one of them? Were they not good enough for you? They were his brothers. Hongjoong had so many questions. The main one being why you dating Chan has him so worked up.

A/N: Hehe I hope you enjoy it! Part 7 is going to be fun!!

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[spqcebunsforever]

My “Prince” Charming

Pairing: Billy loomis x reader

Summary: Y/n knows of Billy Loomis always seeing him in the halls or seeing him sit with his friends at lunch but she has never spoken to him. That is until she is walking home at night by herself and bumps into Prince charming himself.

Y/n’s pov

Of course, it's just my luck that I have to walk home in the dark by myself. I had been at my friend's house and we both had completely forgotten about the time and again just my luck my friend's parents hadn't been in so they couldn’t even give me a lift. So here I was scared out of my mind practically jumping at any noise that I heard. But I just kept telling myself that I was being paranoid and that everything would be fine but I still knew how long a walk I had to my house and this new killer on the loose didn't settle my nerves at all.

So I just kept my head up and tried to walk as fast as I could but suddenly I heard a twig snap behind me making my head immediately turn but there was nothing there no little small animal or just a person so I took a breath in and just told myself that I was imagining things. But when I turned around to again start walking I was now face-to-face with someone and I let out a little scream which made the boy jump a little problem not expecting it. The more I looked at the boy I realised just who it was.

Billy Loomis, I had never spoken to the boy but I had seen him in the halls or sitting with his friends at the water fountain but I had never actually spoken to him. “Oh my god I'm sorry for screaming but that's kind of what you get for sneaking up on someone” Billy chucked himself slightly and rubbed the back of his neck “Sorry didn't mean to scare you that bad but I just thought I'd come up to you, you know it is dangerous walking by yourself at night”. I gave him a quick smile “Yes well sadly I have no choice I was with my friends and her parents weren't home to give me a lift”. Billy just nodded and we stood for a second in silence just looking at each other until he started speaking again.

“Well if you want I could always walk you back home you know make sure you are safe” I couldn't tell if he was serious or not but I did like the idea of walking with someone rather than walking by myself so I nodded “well if you don't mind I would like that I've never been a fan of the dark I always feel like someone is getting ready to attack you”. I started walking and Billy started walking beside me “So why were you walking by yourself at this time if you know it's dangerous”. He just shrugged “I kinda like the dark I think it's peaceful and relaxing with everyone away and the silence except for the odd animal or something like that but you don't need to worry about me if anyone did try to attack me or something I am very capable of fighting back”. I just giggled “Well thank you so much for giving up on your peaceful and relaxing walk to make sure I get home okay your like my very own Prince Charming”.

Now that made him laugh and I don’t think I had ever heard Billy laugh until now “Prince charming that's a first do you treat every guy that saves you from walking home at night or does he have to be as charming as me to get a label like that” that in return made me laugh “Oh yes because it's just a normal thing for me to have guys sneak up on me at night and then offer to walk me home because I guess I'm just that popular” I playfully roll my eyes and I see Billy make a fake shocked face “Wow I didn't realise I was walking with such a big time celebrity we better be careful in case your fans get too possessive” he gives me a wry smile and I can't help the stupid big smile that's appeared on my face while talking to him “oh well then you better watch out my fans might not like that you were the lucky one to walk me home tonight they might get jealous”

“Jealous of me come on y/n don't make me laugh” he chuckled softly but then turned his attention back on me “But don't you worry if a jealous boy were to show up I would handle him easily quick and simple” I just playfully rolled my eyes again “ I would love to see that, that would make this night even better” Billy then let out a little laugh “well who knows maybe one day and I'll be fighting in your honour because of how much of a gentleman I am”. I again laugh “ I would love to see that just call me up and I'll be running” Billy then looked at me with a smirk on his face “And what makes you think that I would actually call?” he raised an eyebrow and waited for me to answer.

“Well, I would like to think you would call after all you are my prince charming”. His smile got even wider and he got a little bit closer to me as we continued to walk “Well if I did become your Prince charming I suppose you would have to give me a kiss goodnight, right?” I felt a small blush come on my face I thought “I guess it would” I noticed that we were not at my house and we both stopped “So, y/n we are at your house, aren't we, I don't suppose you could spare me a little goodnight kiss, could you”. I could still feel the blush on my face and I knew that I probably looked like an idiot but I tried my best to play it cool “Well I can't say no to my prince charming now can I” I kissed him on the cheek “thank you so much for walking me home you are such a gentleman Billy Loomis”.

Billy had a soft smile on his face as my lips touched his cheek and he winked before he responded “I'm just doing my job y/n but I suppose I should take my leave now…the Princess must rest after such a hard night out”. I walked to my door and Billy followed me “Of course, I am so tired from the long walk and you know how princesses are we are all very weak and fragile” I smirked at him and he returned it “How could I forget I suppose I'll take my leave now… unless you wanted to invite me in because you are so fragile and weak and you need some help from your Prince charming”. I knew exactly what he was trying to do and I wasn't going to stop him and even better my parents were out so we wouldn't be interrupted it was like this was just meant to happen.

“Well if Prince Charming would like to come in I am just too weak and fragile and tired to fight him on it” I opened my door and me and Billy walked in “Well if you're offering I guess I could come inside” his tone then turned into a teasing one “It might be dangerous for me to walk home by myself now you know since there are just so many monsters in the shadows” I led him to the living room and he started making himself comfortable on the couch “ see now you have to stay I wouldn't want my protector to get hurt now would I and anyway it is the least I could do”. I sat down next to him on the couch turning the TV on so we could watch something. “I hope I'm not disturbing you y/n I don't want to be intruding you know” I just shook my head “Now how could you be disturbing me if anything you've made my night so much better”.

While I was looking at the stuff to watch on the TV I felt Billy’s fingers on my face and he turned my face so that I was looking right at him. “I'm glad you feel that way because I can think of something that can make this night way more enjoyable” Again I felt my face flush and Billy started leaning closer to me and before I knew it he started kissing me and of course, I kissed him back my hands making there way up to his hair but before anything else could happen Billy stopped kissing me and I felt a sharp pain in my back. I turned around and saw the Ghost face killer I tried to scream or run but before I could do any of that the masked killer plunged their knife into my chest so fast I couldn't even count how many times they had done it. I felt myself fall off the couch and I saw Billy still just sitting there his face blank of expression I wanted to tell him to run or fight or do something but he smiled at the masked killer and then got off the couch and kneeled next to me and I saw the horrible and evil smirk he had on his face and I put two and two together and realised he was with the killer “Ya know y/n you shouldn't let strangers in your house they might just want to kill you no matter how nice they act but thanks for the kiss appreciate it”.

I wanted to say something anything but I couldn't I was in too much pain and I felt so cold and I couldn't move I felt paralysed. All I could think about was how stupid I was that I had actually let the killer into my house and how my parents would be so disappointed in me and how I would never see them or my friends again. I felt my eyes close and the pain that I felt was slowly going away the last thing I heard before everything went to black was Billy saying “Right come on let's move this stupid bitch so we can fuck off…guess I was a pretty shitty Prince charming huh”

[unreadpoppy]

down by the river - Chapter 10

Raphael x Warlock!Tav

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Chapter 9

A/N: hey guys it's been forever, I know. My college classes came back and so did my internship, I'm participating in two different plays and just recently did I go back on my medication, so it has been very hard to find some time to sit down and write. This chapter is shorter because of that but I'm glad to have finally updated the story.

It was the last night before they finally attacked Moonrise Towers. 

Everyone in camp was tense, especially after the previous night’s events. Shadowheart, in her path towards becoming a Dark Justiciar, ended up turning away from Shar, and freeing the aasimar Aylin, the source of General’s Ketheric immortality. 

Minthara and Lae’zel both were sharpening their weapons, the drow more tense then the other. Karlach, Gale, Astarion, and Halsin made conversation, leaving Tav and Wyll by themselves. 

The two warlocks sat in one Last Light’s balcony, looking out at the sky. Ever since the Nightsong flew free, it seemed as if the moon shone brighter. Tav had her feet up on the table, Lihala’s lute on her hands,  while Wyll looked down, troubled. 

“You alright?” She asked. 

Wyll looked up and shook his head. “I was just thinking how one’s life can change in an instant.” He looked at her. “Karlach was just a bodyguard when suddenly, she was sold to Zariel. Lae’zel, Minthara and now Shadowheart have all but practically abandoned their gods.” Wyll looked to the sky, closing his eyes. “With a wave of a hand, Mizora turned me into this.” 

Tav nodded, choosing to remain quiet. Her fingers stroked the chords of the lute, playing a familiar tune from her childhood. 

Wyll listened closely, lost in his thoughts. Then, he shook his head. “I never heard that one before.” 

Tav smiled. “It’s an old song from my time. It’s not played as much nowadays.” 

His head tilted, confused, and raised a brow in a silent question. He chuckled “It’s just… you don’t strike me as that old, Tav.” 

She smirked. “I’ve been around much longer than you could imagine, boy.” 

“How old are we talking, then?” 

“Older than Hasin.”

Wyll frowned. 

“It’s part of my contract with Raphael.” She explained, noticing his confusion. “As long as he is around, so will I be.”

“I see.” A moment of silence passed before he spoke again. “Doesn’t that worry you? To have your life tied around a devil?”

In the time they had spent together, it wasn’t the first time that Wyll had questioned Tav’s relationship with her patron. 

Tav sighed, putting her lute down and her feet off the table, sitting closer to him. “I understand your worry. We all saw the way Mizora treated you, and I’ll be the first person to help you bring her down. It’s only reasonable you'd be wary of any of the…infernal persuasion.” She smiled kindly at him. “I appreciate your concern, I really do. It shows how much you care about others but… I know what I did when I signed that contract. And I have not regretted that decision since.” 

She leaned back on her chair, taking the lute back. Tav noticed how Wyll’s shoulders slumped and how his brown was furrowed. She wondered what she could do to try and ease his worries. 

Tav looked down at the instrument in her lap and then at her hands. As her fingers once again began to play a familiar melody, a memory came to mind. 

“Let me tell you a story.” 

…

A year had passed since Tav had signed the contract and in that time, she had yet to play her lute again. 

The ink on the contract had not even dried when she felt her hand healing, bone, skin and muscle going back in their places. She felt a relief she had never felt before, and the urge to play once again. 

And yet, whenever she picked up the lute, she faltered. Her hand would begin to shake and then freeze right on top of the strings. It had been so long since Tav had last played, that old voice of self doubt, the one who followed any new artist, was plaguing her mind again. 

‘You can’t do it, it will be terrible, you should just give up and-’

“What are you doing?” A familiar voice brought her back to reality. She turned her head and saw Raphael standing very close to her. 

Tav had decided to go to one of the many balconies in the House of Hope, away from the suffering debtors so that she could play in peace. 

“I was…going to play.” The devil nodded and then took a seat across from her, gesturing towards the instrument. 

“Go on.” He said, making himself comfortable. “Entertain me. I want to see that my fixing of your hand was for a good reason.” 

Tav gulped and her hands began to sweat out of nervousness. She took a deep breath, trying to ease her mind, but the moment her fingers touched the strings again, Tav froze. 

She was transported back to her first performance on stage. Her heart beat loudly, she swore that the audience could hear it. There was an unsteadiness to her legs, as if any wind would take her away. She remembered looking at all those people, staring at her, waiting for her to fail. She had closed her eyes before playing the chords and-

“Tav.” Raphael said sternly. “I gave you an order. You’d be wise to oblige.” 

“I know. Just-” She took a deep breath. “Give me a moment.” 

He raised a brow, leaning back on his chair. “It shouldn’t be this difficult to play, dear. You are a bard, after all.” 

‘You are a bard. You are a bard. You are a bard.’ 

The phrase echoed in her head, almost like a mantra. Her first performance, how had it ended? 

Tav remembered it. Once her fingers began to play, it was as if the music just came out of her. Playing, singing, it was as easy as breathing for her. 

‘You can do this, Tav.’ She told herself as the first notes were played, her voice following after. 

Lace your heart with mine

Let your sleeping soul take flight

Take me through the night

Down, down, down by the river…

Opening her eyes, she looked at Raphael. He had leaned back on his chair, eyes closed and a serene expression on his face. When the song abruptly came to an end, he was quick to question. 

“Apologies. I haven’t finished writing this song. Didn’t get the chance.” She explained, looking down. 

He hummed. “It’s an interesting song. Full of potential for something great. I’d like to see it finished.” Tav nodded, a smile beginning to form on her face. “Now, play something else. Something completed this time.” He leaned again and closed his eyes, just as she began again. 

…

Back to the present, Tav looked at Wyll, reassuring him one last time. “Raphael is not perfect, not by any means. He is a devil, after all.” Wyll huffed at that and she reached forwards, putting a hand on his arm. “But he gave me back the gift of music. He gave me my life. You do not need to worry about me.” 

Tav stood up and left.

…

Ketheric Thorm was dead. 

And with his death, new life was breathed into the shadow cursed lands, the first in a century. Tav smiled as the sun shone on her face, a glowing tree sprouting on where once was nothing. The land would heal. 

The attack on Moonrise Towers had also brought new revelations. The truth about the Absolute had unfolded in front of them. The chosen of the dead three - Orin, Gortash and Ketheric - were in control of an elder brain, and had a planned attack towards Baldur’s Gate, which would have happened if the Apostle of Myrkul hadn’t been brought down. 

With one nether stones in hand, the party had two new targets to strike before they could be rid of the tadpoles for once and all. 

Tav’s mind wandered towards Raphael. Before her infection, her patron had sent her on a mission: Discover what Enver Gortash, the boy who had escaped Raphael’s claws, was up to. She hadn’t understood then what he meant but now, the picture was clearer and many questions had arised. 

Tav had a distinct feeling that very soon she would get her answers. 

[bella-goths-wife]

Thawing the ice

Platonic yandere miles x reader

Miles was scared of you.

He felt silly admitting that, but he was scared of you.

But in all fairness, you were scary. You constantly held a fierce glare towards anyone who approached you, and for a someone with no powers you were surprisingly strong when it came to shoving people or fighting people to stay away from you. He learnt that the hard day the first day you met when he was ordered to catch you.

So imagine his shock when he finds you, the person who intimidates him the most only coming second to Miguel, sitting on the kitchen counter in an oversized pink shirt, that he recognised as Gwens, eating a smiley face pancake in the spiderverse kitchen in the communal home.

He just stared at you from the entrance as he watched this scary figure commit such a wholesome act. He even saw a small smile playing on your lips as you finished your pancake, that was until Miles shoes squeaked on the floor and you head shot upwards.

Your lips retook their usual frown as your eyes narrowed into the usual glare that felt more terrifying as it was now aimed directly at him. You hopped down from the kitchen counter and hid your plate behind you but miles had already seen enough.

“Heyy you…. I… um…” miles muttered out as he felt sweat dripping from his forehead “didn’t know you….. came around here?…”

Your glare intensified as miles scratched the back of his head nervously while urging himself to try and walk away

“I promise I tell anyone I saw this” miles rushed out as his hands put themselves up in mock surrender “I’ll leave and pretend this never happened”

Miles backed away slowly like you were a wild animal that could attack at any moment. He wanted to back out of the room but was interrupted as his stomach rumbled embarrassingly loud.

He was quick to cover his stomach with his arms and jump at the sound as if it didn’t come from him. You eyed him curiously before letting out a sigh

“Sit down” you said while motioning to the chair next to the kitchen table.

“Oh I’m fine.. you really don’t have to-” he tried to speak but you cut him off

“I said sit down” you commanded with a glare

“Yes ma’am” miles said nervously as he rushed to pull the chair out and sat down

There’s an awkward silence afterwards as you take the remaining pancake batter and you put it into the pan. It sizzles loudly but the awkward tension seems to be the only thing miles could hear.

“Sooo…” miles started as he watched you make the pancake “how are you enjoying your stay in the spiderverse?”

“How would you like a stay where your trapped and the only way you can see your loved ones is by watching them through a camera?” You scoff out and miles winces, he knows your anger isn’t directed at him but it still felt strangely like a scolding

“Not great?” He replies nervously but it comes out as more of a question

“Yep” you say with a sigh as you flip the pancake “not great”

The silence returns as you work on the pancake. You glance between your moving hands and miles who just stares at the wall to the side of him, inwardly scolding himself for his stupid question.

“I heard you went a mission with Hobie” you say, breaking the awkward silence “how did it go?”

“Oh it went good” miles replied as some relief enters his tone that you were talking to him “hobies super helpful, he even taught me a new swinging technique”

“Glad to know he’s helpful to other people” you say sarcastically as you pull out a plate and delicately transport the pancake onto it.

“Haha yeah” miles laughs nervously as he stretches the back of his head “how did you know about the mission?”

“Hobie told me” you scoff out slightly at the memory “he comes to me after every mission to annoy me with the details”

Miles just nods as he digests the information. Hobie hangs out with you? It would make sense since Hobie is super cool and your terrifying so that makes you slightly cool. You didn’t seem to enjoy his company though…

You placed the plate in front of miles as you sit in the chair opposite him. Miles looks down to find a smiley face made with chocolate chips on his pancakes. He goes to question you but he sees you look away and he can see the tiniest bit of blush on your cheeks, best to leave it for now

Miles tucks in as his stomach growls in hunger. He barely comes up for air as he cuts the pancake up and shoves it into his mouth. You look at his chocolate chip and pancake covered face with slight disgust.

“Damn boy, doesn’t your mama feed you?” You question in bewilderment, miles goes to answer but you snap at him before he can “swallow before you answer, Jesus”

Miles nods in embarrassment as he chokes down his food and wipes his face with a napkin before turning to you again

“She does” he says defensively before going nervous again “it’s just Miguel’s got me on so many missions that I don’t really have time to eat”

“Well that’s fucking stupid” you remark with a scoff

“I know, I try to eat but sometimes-“ miles tries to explain but you cut him off again

“No not you” you dismiss with a wave of your hand “Miguel, he shouldn’t be pushing you to go on so many missions. Your a kid and you need time to eat and have a break”

“Yeah I guess” miles mumbles out before forcing a chuckles “he’s the boss though, right?”

“I’ll talk to him” you state as you take the empty plate from miles and you place it in the sink before handing him a glass of water

“He really doesn’t like people telling him what to do” miles says hurriedly in an attempt to dissuade you

“He already hates me” you state with an eye roll as you begin to clean the plates you used “me yelling some sense into him won’t change anything”

Miles felt warmth blossom in his chest that he recognised as admiration and gratitude. Not even his closest friends would stand up to Miguel for him, well excluding Hobie but that was more to piss Miguel off than to defend miles, but you would.

He looks at you as he realises how much he misjudged you. You weren’t terrifying or mean, you were secretly nice. You were just someone who was angry at their situation.

“Thanks” miles says as he shoots you a grin as he feels that your icy walls have began to thaw, only slightly but it was happening “that would be really nice of you”

“No problem” you sigh out as you dry your hand with a tea towel, you walk to him slightly and you awkwardly pat his shoulder in what was meant to be a reassuring gesture but the grimace on your face was the opposite of reassuring “your a good kid”

Miles was only a few years younger than you and usually he would feel offence at the title, but when you said it a small bit of joy sparked in his chest.

“Thank you for the pancakes” miles says gratefully as he shoots you a grin

“No problem” you say with your back turned to him

Miles said goodbye and went to leave but was stopped by your voice calling to him

“Oh and miles?” You called out and miles stopped an turned to you

“Yes” he says back as he gives you his full attention again

“Tell anyone about this and Miguel will be the least of your problems” you threaten as you turn your head to glare at him from over your shoulder

“Yes ma’am” miles gulped as he practically ran out the room “never happened”

Okay, maybe you were still terrifying. But now miles knows that your cool enough to be terrifying for it to not matter anymore.

Miles walked out of that kitchen with the growing feeling of adoration blooming in his chest. He couldn’t wait to hang out with you again!

Hope you enjoyed

Requests are completely open so feel free to request anything

Love ya ❤️

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Hey bestie may I request diluc,childe,zhongli,and venti having a bad nightmare over their s/o wanting to break up with them and when they wake up their s/o isn’t there but really they’re in another room or something if that makes sense!! Thank you 🤑

Hi bestie positively evil... i love it <3 nobody question why zhongli and the reader are married in all my headcanons thanks lmao

Pairings; (Seperate) Diluc, Childe, Zhongli, and Venti x reader

Warning(s); panic, nightmares, hurt/comfort, injury mention

Keep reading under the cut!

Diluc

Diluc wakes with a start, his brows furrowed as he takes a moment to arrange the events of his nightmare in his head

Both you and he had a particularly explosive argument after he had come back injured from a night protecting Mondstat 

You had left the winery after exclaiming that you refuse to date someone who has such a lack of regard for his own life. In the long run you’d be saving yourself from further heartbreak if he ended up dead on the front porch

Diluc wonders if dream you could be right...

The red-head finally notices the cold side of the bed you should be sleeping on. He more than remembers going to sleep with you

Panic sets in at the bottom of Dilucs stomach. He must be imagining things right? You’re probably just in the bathroom

A beat passes

Then three

No, you’re not in the bathroom. He would have heard you by now...

What if the dream was actually what had happened last night. A breath catches in the mans throat as he gets out of bed and throws a shirt on

If he couldn’t find you in his home has he truly lost you?

Diluc speedily walks through the halls of his home, checking the spare rooms, the study, the library, the living room, the dining room, the

Diluc opens the door to the kitchen his heart threatening to break out of his chest at the pace it’s beating when he finally spots you drinking a cup of tea, in your pajamas

Thank the archons it was just a dream

“Diluc, honey, are you okay?” you ask getting up from the table in the kitchen to your sweating, hyperventilating partner

Diluc says nothing but opts to hugging you, his head bowing to your chest as he breaths you in

“Diluc, you’re worrying me” you tell him returning his embrace and rubbing circles on his back

“You weren’t in bed” is all he offers to tell you. You don’t push him on the details of why he is so panicked

“I couldn’t sleep so I came down for a herbal tea” you explain kissing the man on his bed of fluffy hair “I have a cup left in the kettle, I can pour one out for you” you offer

“Please” he breathes, but doesn’t move to let you go from the embrace, you can stand to hold him and tell him sweet nothings for a little while. Tea can always be reheated

Childe

It would only be right, and he suspected as much. You had told him that because of what has recently transpired in Liyue you cannot find yourself to love a brutal harbinger

Maybe its for the best. Childe concludes not paying much attention to his weeping heart. Maybe, you’d be happier not to be under the constant eye and scrutiny of the Qixing, the Milleth, and the watchful eye of Childes own fatui informants

Without much pause form Childes last thought the man finds himself waking in his room, unsure if the dream was reality or his mind playing tricks on him, he feels your side of the bed and notices a distinct lack of warmth... and you

He cries

Childe curls himself up in a ball determined to not get caught by anyone showing such an extreme and out of character emotion, he let himself cry. He’s pretty sure he’s sobbing loudly but he doesn’t care. It’s just him in the house anyway. The one person that he doesn’t mind seeing such emotions has left him

That’s until he hears the distinct click of the bedroom door open “Oh my archon Childe, are you okay?” you ask quickly making your way to the side of his bed and placing a hand on his shoulder

The man looks up to you, he isn’t sure if you’re real 

“I thought-” he starts “I had a-” he tries to find his words without seeming like a crazed person “You weren’t-” 

“It’s okay babe, I’m right here. I’m not planning on going anywhere” you console “I just had an epiphany in my dream and I had to write it down” you add explaining your absence. Childe nods along 

“Stay” he tells you as you wipe the tears out of his eyes. You nod and hum

“Of course” you lay onto the bed and let Childe wrap himself around you

You hum him to sleep and whisper sweet nothings

Zhongli

‘I can’t love you anymore Zhongli, I feel obligated to come back to Liyue after every adventure, it’s starting to take a toll on me’

‘But our vows, [name] we made a contract at the altar’

‘To love each other, yes? Zhongli there’s no love left in this marriage, you sleep in the spare bedroom whenever I’m back, we sit in silence over dinner, I don’t think I’ve kissed you in months. The lack of love itself is the breach in the contract’

‘But I-’

‘Think about it, do you really feel the same love that you felt on the day we got married?’

‘[name]-’

Zhongli wakes up with a start, his heart beats a little fast for a second. The man convinces himself it’s just a dream he had, but the coldness of your side of the bed seems to speak otherwise

In all fairness, Zhongli should have rationalised his dream before he started wondering the house like a mad man. The only time he sleeps in the other bed is when you’ve suffered an extreme injury, dinners are often spent with jolly laughs and conversation. And Zhongli prides himself on the amount of affection he gives you around the house... and in the bedroom

But most things aren’t making sense in his head right now

“Zhongli my love” you call him upon noticing him in the hall. You had just come out of the bathroom after a midnight toilet break “Are you okay darling?” you ask placing a hand on his shoulder

The tenseness in Zhongli’s shoulders dissipate as soon as you initiate the touch

“I love you” he tells you, the declaration is out of nowhere to you. But you smile at him and embrace him

“And I love you too” you pause bringing up your hand baring the ring that sits on it “And this ring is a reminder of our vows and my unyielding love to you” you tell him with a smile

Zhongli chuckles at you and returns your hug “You seem to always know how to comfort me my dear”

“It’s because I’m a mind reader” you jest matching your spouses chuckle

Venti

Disappeared. So much so that the thousand winds could tell Venti that you were in fact not in Mondstat and had travelled to Liyue from the time Venti was playing music in the tavern to when he knocked for you early the next morning

The only trace you left was a letter. Unmistakeably written by your hand

‘Venti, writing this in a letter is much easier than saying this to your face. I am quite simply tired of your antics, no matter try to talk to you, you seem to always brush me off. Be it the nights you spend at the tavern, my general concern when you disappear for days at end just to tell me you were at the thousand winds temple, stormterrors lair, or windrise, no matter how much I tell you I checked all three. Being in a constant state of concern isn’t good for me, it’s emotionally draining and I’m terrified of finding you dead somewhere, despite your archon blood. By the time you read this I’ll be in Liyue where I’ll be staying with a friend for a while. Tell me I’m going somewhere you can’t follow, and I’ll tell you this is how I have felt many a night. I wish I could have kept loving you, [name]’

A harsh way to break up Venti admits to himself rereading the paper a few times before waking up

A dream?

Venti holds his chest, surely a dream couldn’t conjure such a horrific sinking feeling that makes him want to just vomit

Looking to your side of the bed for your comfort the sinking feeling intensifies when he doesn’t see you

So it wasn’t a dream? Venti doesn’t want to call on his kin, the thousand winds, again just to be told once more that you’re currently in Liyue sipping tea with this cousin you had mentioned in the letter 

The archon sits up in bed and takes deep breaths, he doesn’t want to explain to anybody that he had a panic attack over your horrific breakup letter, no no

After calming his breaths Venti steps out of bed with a shaky few steps before walking downstairs to engage in the typical breakout routine. Snacking. Maybe when you left you had elected to ignore some of the snacks you love to litter about your abode

When Venti walks in to the living room towards the kitchen he sees you nursing your head on the couch

“[name]?” he asks in almost disbelief

“Hm,” you answer before looking up to Venti “Oh hey love, sorry I’ve got a headache” you greet properly after a moment. Venti grins at you which causes you to tilt your head. Why is your headache so grin worthy? Weird...

“Would you like some paracetamol?” he asks walking beside you, you shake your head

“I just took some” you reply looking up at your partner “Though I’d love to rest my head on your thighs” you add. Venti more then obliges and settles down on the couch

“You know I had the strangest dream” Venti tells you after a prolonged amount of silence, you hum to let him know you’re listening “You left me” he says bluntly

Oh

Damn

You bring yourself up to Venti’s face with a smile and give him a kiss “I love you Venti, I wouldn’t leave you for even the prettiest lyre” you half console half jest

“That’s because the prettiest lyre is mine” Venti chuckles and you nod pressing another kiss to Venti’s lips

guys it’s 2.42am I’m so sorry if there’s grammatical errors, my brain isn’t catching up rn

[iheartcake123]

☁️i love you..a lot-lee cheong-san☁️

a/n: this is a sad imagine so i apologise in advance for this one

warnings: mentions of death and suicide + spoilers if you haven’t watched all the episodes!!

Masterlist

-3rd person p.o.v-

y/n paused as she felt teeth clamp down on her ankle. her body fell to the ground as she desperately yanked her leg in hopes of freeing her foot.

it took a while but it eventually worked and she limped doing her best to run up the stairs to get to the music room. everyone was ahead of her and she eventually made it to the music room, a group of zombies following close by.

she immediately rushed to the other side of the room, reopening a closed curtain and sliding the window open before sitting on the edge.

“are you crazy? what are you doing?” cheong-san whisper yelled as the sound of banging continued on the door.

“i got bit” she breathed out pointing to her ankle and holding back tears “i want to die, before i turn”

“get off the ledge before you get hurt, maybe you’ll be fine!” cheong-san stepped closer to y/n but she stopped him.

“how will i be okay? you’ve seen what happens, i don’t want to hurt anyone” she sniffled shuffling further back.

everyone else in the room was silent as they watched cheong-san try to talk y/n out of throwing herself out the window. they all looked hurt as cheong-san begged y/n with different excuses to not jump out the window.

“just stop and think for a second y/n. we can tie you up and lock you in the storage room to see if anything happens just please don’t go out that window!” cheong-san begged slowly making his way to y/n.

“no, i can’t risk it. im sorry” she sent him a small smile before leaning backwards.

just as she was about to fall cheong-san wrapped his arms around her and dragged her back inside.

“let me go, cheong-san!” y/n protested but he didn’t listen “i don’t want to hurt you when i become one of them”

“and i don’t want you to kill yourself before anything is confirmed or until i get to say goodbye! i lost gyeong-su already, i won’t lose you too without telling you how i feel!” he argued back and y/n pushed him away.

“fine but you’re an idiot lee cheong-san” y/n now felt tears rolling down her face.

“maybe we should let these two talk alone” on-jo said and everyone moved to the other side of the room to give to the pair some space.

“huh? you were just going to kill yourself without explaining why..you were just going to leave me?” cheong-san’ voice was filled with pain as tears threatened to leave his eyes.

“i told you already, i don’t want to hurt you” she sniffled.

“you don’t want to hurt me? but you’ll leave without saying goodbye? y/n we don’t even know if you’re infected, usually people are already zombies by now..”

“just stop it please, i can already feel it. im going to turn”

“we don’t know that!” cheong-san yelled annoyed that y/n wouldn’t listen to him.

y/n lowered her head and she then felt something warm reach her lip and when she went to touch it, she saw that it was blood.

“is this enough evidence” she looked back up to cheong-san and showed him her bloody nose.

cheong-san’ heart broke the second he saw the blood.

that was confirmation that she would change.

“cheong-san please just let me go before i change and attack someone” y/n pleaded before walking to the open window again.

this time he nodded.

“fine but let me be with you before you do it” he walked towards her and held her hand.

y/n nodded as she sat on the edge of the window again, cheong-san holding her hand.

“y/n i love you..a lot”cheong-san pressed a gentle kiss on y/n’s cheek and she couldn’t help but smile.

“and you couldn’t tell me this before?” she teased stopping herself from crying more than she already was.

“i was too much of a coward..” cheong-san chuckled a sad smile appearing on his face.

“well i love you too..a lot” she smiled one last time as she felt herself begin to turn, her vision turning red.

“goodbye” cheong-san whispered kissing her hand before letting her fall out the window.

silence.

cheong-san held back his tears as his other friends began to comfort him.

his heart hurt, but he was relieved.

relieved that he was able to say goodbye.

relieved that y/n got the ending she wanted.

[milfgyuu]

Heart & Seoul | Ch. 13 [M]

❥ Pairing(s): Jeon Wonwoo x Fem!Reader

❥ Series Tags: Series, Exes to Lovers!AU, Fluff, Mild Angst, Mutual Pining, Humor, Romance, Smut.

❥ Chapter Warnings: [5.2k words] language, nudity, mentions of physical ailments, some secrets, some assumptions, briefly described panic attack (daisy), medical things. 

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❥ Summary: Your first love hit hard & fast but it was all swept away in the blink of an eye when your boyfriend is sent away to a Korean University after your high school graduation. Seven years later, work lands you in the heart of Seoul and never in your wildest dreams did you imagine running into the one person who’d left with your heart years ago.

“Spiced citrus with honey and a mocha espresso.”       

Wonwoo stands before you can move a muscle, walking over to the counter to pick up your drinks. It’s a newly declared Sunday morning tradition to visit the cafe, the place where you first re-connected. You share the same little table by the window while you sip your drinks and watch passersby. 

It’s simple and wonderful.

That’s another one of your favorite things about Wonwoo. You don’t have to talk much to enjoy each other’s company. It’s unrealistic to think endless conversation and witty banter will fill each day, especially when you live together. Comfortable silences can be a godsend after the end of a long work day when just being together is enough. 

His hand finds yours atop the table and he strokes his thumb over the back of it. You look up at him for a moment, a small smile peeling back at the relaxed look on his face and then you both turn away to the window again, quietly holding hands and enjoying your drinks. 

It’s been nearly two weeks since you've come home from the hospital. True to your word, you moved into Wonwoo’s home and after a week of you fussing over his broken ankle, Chan was moved into your old apartment. He’d grinned and wrapped you in a big hug while you argued and shamelessly pouted though he assured you he wasn’t going very far and you knew just where to find him.

You were selfishly glad he wasn’t planning on leaving anytime soon. Even if it was because he injured himself…and maybe one day you’ll get to thank that cute girl at physical therapy he keeps blabbing on about. Maybe she’ll convince him to stay even longer. Perhaps permanently.

The appointment Dr. Choi set up for you ended up getting pushed back another week due to the doctor herself becoming ill but that gave you a little more breathing room and you were still undecided about how to handle it, though…you did tell one person. Besides, there were other things on your mind like being back in school and…

After a while, Wonwoo checks his watch and hums, catching your attention. 

“Is it time to go?”

Wonwoo nods, chuckling when you eagerly jump out of your seat. You hold your hand out for his and pull him up from his chair, though there really was no effort on your part. Wonwoo was just as excited as you were. He was just more stoic. 

You’ve grown used to Wonwoo’s habit of not letting you lift a finger because, as he explained, it’s not that you can’t. It’s just that he wants to be the one to do things for you. So when he opens the car door for you, holds your hand when you slip into the passenger seat, reaches over and does up your seat belt, you don’t fuss about it. You simply accept the kiss he plants on your lips and feel grateful to have someone who cares about the little things. 

He holds your hand in the car, pulling it up to kiss your fingers every now and again, and you let yourself relax into the seat, watching the world pass by. 

Just a few days ago, he’d surprised you with a big question. 

“I think we should look for a new house,” he’d suggested just after dinner. 

You wipe your mouth and slowly lower your hand, still gripping the napkin. “You want to move? I just moved in,” you laugh quietly. 

Wonwoo reaches across the table for your hand. “Why not?” he grins, “This isn’t a family home. It’s too stiff, there is no yard, there are no other families nearby. I just think we should find something that's more…us…I want us to have a home to grow in.”

You free hand shakes in your lap and your lip quivers. Tears begin forming but just enough that you can keep them at bay. “Are you saying you want a h-home…we can…raise a family in?” 

Wonwoo’s cheeks pinch from smiling but he turns a little red and he’s quieter this time around, “Yeah, I mean…when you’re ready to uh, do that. I just want to be prepared I guess and maybe it's just my privileged rich-kid upbringing but I feel like buying the right house with everything we could need is where to start.”

Your laugh is broken and joyous, tears now freely running down your cheeks, “How could I possibly say no to that?”

Presently, you pull up in front of a massive house, far too big for your liking, and you turn toward him with wide eyes. “Oh…babe…no.”

Wonwoo laughs at your face and squeezes your hand, “It’s only the first one. If you don’t like it, there are plenty of others.” 

He’s right, though you’re hoping not all of the houses your realtor, Yunho, has chosen are as large and grandiose as this one. It’s beautiful, truly, just not what you’re looking for. Wonwoo comes around your side, opening the door to help you out and Yunho makes his way over, greeting you both with a warm sense of familiarity though you’ve only met him once before. 

“I am sensing apprehension,” he gauges correctly, “But let me show you the inside before you make up your mind.” Yunho smiles down at you, as eager and friendly as Wonwoo claims he’s always been, “I hope you both wore your walking shoes because we have appointments lined up and we are going to find you the perfect house today.”

You smile weakly, not because you aren’t excited about the prospect of buying a home with the love of your life. It was more so the promise of being on your feet all day that left you internally sighing. 

Wonwoo chuckles at the two of you, shaking hands with his old friend whom he hadn’t seen much of since Mingyu bought the restaurant. “Thank you for doing this,” he says with a smile, “I know residential property isn’t really your thing anymore.”

Yunho claps his shoulder, “I’m just happy you called,” he somewhat chastises, “You’re terrible at asking for help.”

Wonwoo grumbles but Yunho ignores him, turning back to you. “Since I know this sap will like whatever you like, you are the one I need to impress.”

He’s not wrong. Wonwoo had told you as much when you sat down together and wrote out a list of all the things you wanted in your new home. 

“I’ll try not to be too picky,” you offer, following him to the front door. 

Yunho produces a key from a small lockbox hanging off the handle and winks at you, “Nonsense. We’ll find something that checks all the boxes. Be as picky as you want.”

Many of the homes are far more grand than you were expecting but given Wonwoo’s price range and not wanting to stray too far away from your workplaces, you figured your wish list would need to be a little flexible. You just hadn’t seen the need for a five car garage nor a full gourmet kitchen and one home was even three floors. You wouldn’t even be able to find your hypothetical children in such a big home. 

After four hours of home showings you’re just about ready to tap out and Wonwoo can tell. You sink into the car seat, eyes closed with your head against the plush leather material. You feel his hand squeeze your thigh before rubbing it gently. 

“You look exhausted,” His deep voice comes across velvety, comforting. “One more for today and I’ll have Yunho reschedule the rest, okay? We’re almost there.”

Your lips pull into a smile and you cover his hand with your own, lacing your fingers together just for Wonwoo to pull them up to his lips, kissing your warm skin tenderly. He’s always been one for physical affection but he’s been especially gentle with you lately. Every touch, innocent or not, was reverent. 

Sleep finds you quickly, as it does more often these days, and before long, Wonwoo is gently waking you at the final showing. Your eyes blink open slowly and you release a little sigh at the fact that you’ve fallen asleep again. It never fails nowadays. You sit for more than ten minutes and pass out automatically. 

Wonwoo is making his way around the car when Yunho opens your door, offering you a hand out of the low vehicle and your lover makes a mental note to have Jeonghan start looking for SUV’s that are easier to get in and out of. You stretch your limbs and apologize for your bleary state but Yunho just smiles and waves you off, moving to your side to give you a clear view of the home. 

It’s much more moderately sized than the last few and you adore the pretty little garden along the front, the vines climbing along trellises. You glance up at the taller man and he nods, knowing this one is going to be your favorite by far. 

With five bedrooms, three baths, and a sizable study, it’s still a rather large house, similar to the one you live in now but the architecture is less modern, more robust and earthy. The selling point is the beautiful glass sunroom at the back of the house and private yard with another garden and plenty of space for all things you’ve dreamed of. 

Nights spent around a fire pit, weekend cook-outs with your friends. A goofy puppy bounding around the yard to expel a little energy before going off to bother Gureum again. Children running and swinging under the tall trees. 

Back in the open living space your eyes trail over the empty walls, imagining them filled with life. Photos of your friends and family. Shelves filled with books you bought with Hansol and plants Seungkwan talked you into getting even though you had no idea what to do with any sort of greenery. That framed photo Mingyu gifted you of a drawing made especially for you by sweet Yeojin. 

“This is the one…”

Yunho beams with pride for having found a home that sparked such wonder in your eye and looks to Wonwoo who simply smiles, tucking you into his side with a kiss to your hair. “Let’s make an offer.”

Gureum is hysterical when you finally arrive home, even with the extra amount of food you left for him. His frantic meows have become somewhat worrisome but he always seems to settle down when you stop moving long enough for him to sit with you. He’s been like this since you came home from the hospital. 

You plop down on the couch, utterly drained of all energy and Gureum follows you without pause. He bunts his head against your belly and purrs non-stop for your attention. Wonwoo drops the takeout bags on the kitchen counter and watches curiously, “He’s been so obsessed with you lately. It’s like he’s always checking on you as if he knows something happened.”

Rubbing between the cat’s ears, you turn to him and smirk lazily. “I think he just likes mommy more than daddy,” you cup Gureum’s fuzzy cheeks in your hands, “Isn’t that right my pretty boy?”

Wonwoo stares at the two of you for a bit longer. Brows furrowing tight.

“I’ve heard that animals can be particularly sensitive to a woman’s hormones,” he pauses in thought, “Especially when they’re ovulating...or pregnant.”

You force yourself to blink. “Yeah, I think I saw that somewhere. Like Netflix or something.”

Wonwoo looks at you and you look at him. 

“Interesting,” he mumbles to himself.

His phone buzzes and his fingers fly across the screen, typing at lightning speed, and you huff out a little laugh, assuming it’s about work. “Everything ok over there? Building on fire?”

Wonwoo chuckles and pockets his phone, “Everything is fine,” he reassures you, “That’s just Yunho, the sellers wanted to negotiate closing costs but I had him offer over asking and he’s pretty positive we’ll have an answer by this evening.”

You tilt your head, not a single clue how real estate works, “So quickly?” you ask in disbelief, “I thought these things took weeks to process and…stuff.”

Wonwoo leans down, both hands on the back of the couch over your shoulders and kisses your forehead, “Not always,” He explains softly, “The home is vacant and the sellers are pretty motivated. Yunho is excellent at what he does so we could close and be moving in, I would say…about two weeks. Just in time for your birthday.”

“That’s incredible,” you murmur, accepting a chaste peck on the lips. “What do you want for dinner? I can’t start pulling out-” You attempt to rise from your seat but Wonwoo gently pushes you back down. “What’s the matter now?”

Wonwoo smiles, sitting on the low table in front of you. “Why don’t you relax tonight and I’ll make us something to eat? You get tired so easily and we did a lot today. I just want you to rest a bit.”

You lean forward, taking his face in both hands. “I love you, but your food is not always edible, baby. I can cook, I promise.”

You make a second attempt to stand and Gureum yowls unhappily beside you. Wonwoo points at him and raises his brows, “He doesn’t want you to get up either.”

You huff indignantly and he grins. “We’ll compromise,” he kisses your hand, “I’ll get take-out from Gyu’s place. You stay put, I don’t burn the house down, the cat doesn’t go berserk. Everyone wins.”

“But then you have to leave me,” you pout, pulling him closer, but he doesn’t oblige you all the way, he leans just far enough to kiss you and then stands, grabbing a blanket and laying it over your lap. 

“I’ll have Boo put a rush order in,” he smiles and hands you the remote, “Why don’t you catch up on your drama or give Sam a call,” he checks his watch, “She should be up by now.”

He’s right. “Ok, fine,” you sigh, grabbing your phone off the side table and offering him a playful side eye, “Tell Mingyu to throw in some sweets please,” your lips pout, suddenly thinking about the heavenly sugar filled deserts your best friend makes, “Oh and those rice balls! I really love those and the teriyaki strips! Do we have any lilac tea left? I might have used the rest…or was that the dandelion tea? I might have mixed those up…”

Wonwoo looks at Gureum and the fuzzy cat stares back just as curious as his owner. 

“I will…get all the things,” Wonwoo laughs, “Text me if there is anything else you think of while I’m gone,” he steals one more kiss for good measure, “I love you.”

You watch him go with a lovesick grin, “I love you, too.”

He’s not sure if that’s for him or the rice balls. 

“What does it mean when a woman has really weird cravings?”

Seungkwan sighs heavily, leaning one hand on the counter while he rubs the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. He looks up at Wonwoo with a grimace, “Of all people, you thought I would know the answer to that?”

Wonwoo shrugs. “You usually have the answer to everything.”

“Thank you?”

Mingyu rounds the corner with two large bags in hand because you had in fact texted him asking for extras. “Are you guys having some sort of weird buffet?”

Wonwoo raises his brows, as if to say, ‘the hell if I know’.

“This is what she specifically requested,” he grimaces at the overwhelming contradiction of aromas wafting from the bags, “Ever since she came back home she’s been really fatigued, she craves strange things, she’s been wearing her glasses more often because her vision is a little fuzzy - which cheol said is fine…I guess, and not that I’m complaining, but she’s like super horn-”

Mingyu holds up a hand and stops him. “Shut up, please, she’s practically our sister.”

“We do not need the details,” Seungkwan assures him with a look of discomfort. 

Wonwoo rolls his eyes. “Sure, let’s ignore Mingyu asking her out when they first met,” he reminds them both and shuts them up before either can argue, “Anyway, you don’t think she could be pregnant, right?”

There is silence and then both Wonwoo and Seungkwan’s head’s swivel around to face the chef who’s anxiously humming to himself. 

Mingyu stutters and then holds his hands up, laughing nervously, “Why are you both looking at me?” he notes the quirk in Wonwoo’s brow and sighs, “I can neither confirm nor deny any accusations on behalf of my dearest friend,” Seungkwan elbows him, “My dearest female friend, whom trusts me with any and all confidential information she shares with me because I am a trustworthy friend who also,” he raises his voice pointedly, “Keeps your secrets,” he points a finger at Wonwoo,” So, if and when she tells me something as big as that, I still would not tell you. Because I’m awesome.”

Seungkwan scoffs, “You’re dumb but you are a good friend,” he rolls his eyes then looks at Wonwoo, ignoring Mingyu’s incredulous stare, “Listen, women go through weird hormonal phases all the time. It could be as simple as that,” He shrugs, as if the answer is clear. “Just relax and learn to trust your girl because she’s making the effort to trust you.”

Wonwoo looks confused and Mingyu crosses his arms over his chest. “You were being too suspicious and she asked what you were planning,” he explains and Wonwoo pales slightly, “I assured her that nothing dangerous or illegal was going on and she agreed to just trust you to do your thing. You might have even gotten lucky because now I think she’s under the assumption that the house shopping was the secret. So, you’re not that great at subtly and distraction. Do better.”

“Do better,” Wonwoo mimics under his breath, “She’ll be plenty busy and distracted soon because I bought the damn house. How’s that for ‘do better’, asshole?”

Seungkwan scoffs in disbelief, “Didn’t you just start looking today?”

“Yeah, it just worked out really well,” Wonwoo grins pocketing the phone he’d slipped out only a moment earlier, “Yunho found the perfect house and she fell in love with it. He just texted me that our offer was approved and we’ll be able to move in before the party so the venue is officially changed.”

Mingyu and Seungkwan come around the counter, taking turns hugging him, “Congrats man! This is great news!” 

“That’s amazing! Daisy is going to be over the moon!”

Wonwoo grabs the bags and tucks them under his arm, “I’m gonna go tell her right now and I’m sure you’ll hear about it,” he smiles, turning on his heel before he thinks of something. “Oh, uh…keep the baby talk thing between us, ok?”

They both nod and watch Wonwoo walk out and then Seungkwan is turning on Mingyu with a mischievous grin, “Tell me what you know right now.”

Running through his own restaurant while being chased by his manager was probably Mingyu’s least proud professional moment. 

Waking up this morning almost feels like coming out of a time machine because you aren’t exactly sure how you arrived at this moment so quickly. 

The past few days seem like a blur of motion with so much happening all at once. You bought a home and were moving, again. The end of the school year was rapidly approaching and you were busier than ever in class. You learned Sam and JJ were coming to visit the same time you were moving which was just as joyous as it was overwhelming. 

And today, more potentially life altering news. You wished for a real-life pause button just for a moment to breathe. 

Wonwoo’s face is pressed against your chest, his arm tossed over your waist in a bid to keep you impossibly close to his body and you hate to wake him but he has to get to work and so do you. You scratch his scalp gently and he hums, still hardly lucid. “Honey, you’re supposed to be at the office in an hour.”

He audibly whines and you smile, dipping your chin to kiss his forehead. 

He kisses your chest, just over your heart and shifts to lay his head on your shoulder, slowly blinking his eyes open. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, you know that?”

“You only have one eye open and your glasses are way over there,” you snicker, stroking your hand up and down his warm skin, “Come on, let’s get moving before we’re both late.”

His pouted lips part when you kiss them, rolling over his body to get out of bed and he takes a moment to lie there, eyes roving over your naked body. 

He can’t help the way his gaze lingers on your belly, looking for even the subtlest of changes but he supposes he doesn’t even know what he’s looking for. Maybe for small bump, or a kick, or a glowing neon sign that says ‘hey! there’s a baby in here!’ and he realizes that it’s something he wants to see. 

He’s not just curious, he’s hopeful. 

He really doesn’t mean to let the thought make it out into the open air between you. “About the whole ‘buying a house to raise a family in’ thing...”

You freeze mid-stretch and turn to him curiously, breathing still even though your nerve-endings are on fire. “Uh, yeah…what about it?”

Wonwoo sits up, blanket pooled around his waist, “Well, I was just curious, ah,” he scratches the top of his head, hair a mess, “When you thought we should, you know…go for it.”

Your eyes widen, mouth dry. You already bought the house.

“Have kids?”

“I mean…I figure we’d start with one but yeah, kids.”

“Um,” you dig through your drawers, pulling on a bra and underwear while you stall. “I mean, we kind of have our hands really full at the moment. Don’t we? Maybe it would be better to wait a while?”

Wonwoo blinks, considerably quieter than before. 

Perhaps you’re not pregnant and he’s been reading into things too much. A slight stab of disappointment blossoms in his chest but he squashes it, standing and making his way over to you with a smile, arms wrapping around your body.

“You’re right and we don’t have to rush anything,” he kisses the corner of your mouth, “I’m yours. For as long as you’ll have me and if there comes a point where you’re ready, know that I’m all in, baby.”

You pout your bottom lip unconsciously and he kisses it. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he grins, “Now we really do have to get ready or Jeonghan will have my ass.”

Even after Wonwoo’s pointed conversation this morning, you don’t tell him you’ve taken the afternoon off or ask him to come with you to your appointment. You truly believe he’d be there in a heartbeat had you asked but you stick with your plan and remain grateful that your emotional support human didn’t cave and tell on you. He really can keep a secret when threatened. 

Mingyu picks you up from the school and drives you to your appointment, awkwardly humming along to the radio to calm your nerves but you’ve mostly tuned him out, focusing instead out the window. Even after weeks of contemplation you haven’t the damnest clue what you’re hoping for as the outcome. 

“Daisy,” Mingyu’s voice drags you out of your trance and you look up to find him holding the car door open for you, “Are you sure you don’t want to call him?”

You hastily grab your bag and get out, walking ahead of Mingyu but he quickly catches up with those long legs of his. “I just need an answer and then I’ll know what to do. If it’s a false alarm then we all just move on and go about our day. No big deal.”

He quirks his brow, pulling open the front door, “And if it’s not a false alarm?”

Your body quivers and you latch onto the straps of your purse just to close your first tight around something for stability, “Let’s just get through the appointment first, ok?”

Mingyu holds back on commenting further and dutifully follows you to the front desk where you check in and again toward the furthest corner of the waiting room where you both find a seat and wait anxiously for your name to be called.

 After nearly fifteen minutes of your leg bouncing up and down and your posture straightening and slouching repeatedly, Mingyu catches your shaking hand in his own and looks at you in genuine concern. “I’ve never seen you this nervous before, are you sure you’re okay?”

Your chest constricts, throat squeezing painfully and Mingyu looks around in panic as your breathing becomes more staggered, more audible. He’s about to stand and shout for someone and then a nurse is calling your name. 

Mingyu picks his head up, fear is clearly visible in his face and she comes right over, kneeling down to assess you. “Hi, sweetheart, everything is going to be okay. Alright, let’s go back and have a doctor look at you, okay?” She turns to Mingyu seriously, “Are you her partner?”

Mingyu stammers with building adrenaline, “Ah, no she’s my…s-sister.”

“Ok, i’m going to get your sister up and into an exam room for some privacy and have her quickly evaluated,” she says, helping you to your feet and walking you toward the door, away from pitying eyes in the lobby, Mingyu follows behind you and the nurse turns at the last moment, “Wait right here for me, okay? I’ll have someone bring you back in just a moment.”

Mingyu stands there in shock, the door closing in his face as the nurse hurries to care for you and he looks around, met with several worried and curious faces, and he turns on his heel walking out of the building and pulling out his phone. He dials Wonwoo twice, nearly throwing his phone against the pavement when he doesn’t answer and then he calls someone he knows always has his phone in hand. Jeonghan.

Today, there are endless meetings and Wonwoo is keeping up but his thoughts end up occasionally flitting back to you. He hadn’t imagined he’d be so distracted by a simple conversation but he keeps replaying it in his mind, wondering if he’d misinterpreted anything. His phone buzzes in his pocket and he ignores it, but then it buzzes again and he quietly slips it from his pocket. 

Mingyu? 

He can’t imagine what he’d be calling for in the middle of the day but figures he’ll either leave a message or shoot him a text he can check later but then another audible buzz interrupts the speaker and he realizes it’s not his phone but Jeonghan’s now. He looks at his screen curiously and pushes his chair back, worry etched on his face. 

“If you’ll excuse me,” he bows, “I need to take this call.”

Wonwoo watches him rush from the room and he becomes increasingly anxious the longer he’s gone. After a few minutes, he re-enters the room hastily, lips tight, eyes on Wonwoo’s. He walks up the the person speaking and bows to the room, “I’m terribly sorry for the interruption but we’ll need to postpone the rest of the meeting and any other meetings today for an emergency. You’re all dismissed.”

A few of the attendees groan though most scatter, happy to be free from the wheel of monotony that is endless hours in the boardroom but Wonwoo’s eyes are trained on Jeonghan who is briskly walking over and grabbing him by the arm and dragging him from the room. “What’s going on?”

“That was Mingyu, he’s with Daisy and something is wrong. I’ve already called Hansol and he’s downstairs, you need to go now,” he says, pushing him into and elevator, “I’ll stay here and handle things. Go down and meet Hansol. Do not try to drive yourself.”

“Fuck,” Wonwoo punches the button for the ground floor. He takes out his phone and dials Mingyu but he doesn’t answer. He dials him again and gets the same result. 

Hansol is right where Jeonghan said he’d be and he jumps into the vehicle, barely closing the door before the car veers off into traffic. Wonwoo continues to dial both you and Mingyu with no response and he sends his fist flying into the the headrest of the passenger seat before slumping back, nearing tears. 

“Where are we going, sol? Where are they?”

“I only have the address but I think Mingyu said it was a doctor’s office,” he replies, making a sharp right hand turn. “We’ll be there soon.”

Wonwoo shuts his eyes and clutches his phone in his hand, willing it to ring. For someone to call him and let him know you’re all right as all the worst possible scenarios play out in his mind. 

Another ten minutes pass and then the tires of Hansol’s SUV are screeching to a halt in front of a tall building and Wonwoo throws the car door open, sprinting inside. Everyone stares at him for bursting in so dramatically and one of the nurses in the lobby stops him before he can get to the front desk. “You must be Mr. Jeon,” she says calmly, the complete opposite of his state of panic and disarray, “Come with me, everything is alright now.”

His suit is wrinkled, tie askew, hair mussed in several places. 

He looks like a train wreck but it couldn’t hold a candle to how poorly put together he was on the inside. Following the nurse through the halls, she finally pushes open a door and you’re sitting on an elevated bed, Mingyu at your side, and he rushes over, both hands cradling your face, “What happened? What’s going on? Are you okay?”

You pull his hands down, kissing each one in turn, “I’m sorry I scared you,” you voice is tired, weak, and Wonwoo’s heart thuds loudly in his chest, “I had a panic attack in the lobby and gave everyone a bit of a scare but I’m okay now.”

His brows furrow, “T-that’s never happened to you before, has it?”

The nurse steps in when you shake your head to offer a little clarity, “This can sometimes happen when woman experience big hormonal shifts especially after going through a traumatic event such as what she’s suffered recently.”

Wonwoo blinks rapidly, as if suddenly remembering where he is and he straightens himself out, eyes flickering between you and Mingyu. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a follow up appointment today?” he asks, “I could have come with you.”

Mingyu stands, averting his eyes and you squeeze Wonwoo’s hand. “It’s not a follow-up exactly.”

He looks very confused and Mingyu pats him on the shoulder, worn out from the whole ordeal. “I am going to let you take over while I go update the guys.”

The nurse politely clears her throat to get your attention and smiles at the two of you. “Your test results should be ready so I’ll grab the doctor and we’ll be right in with you, okay?”

You both nod politely though Wonwoo still hasn’t a clue what’s going on and she sees herself out, closing the door behind her with a soft click. “What’s going on, babe? Is there something wrong? I can call Cheol and-”

“Cheol,” you swallow unevenly, “Cheol referred me here. When I was in the hospital, my lab results had shown some elevations that indicate that I could-”

There is a knock on the door and you heart stops. 

Moment of truth.

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All I Need Is Me [Namjoon x Reader]

26. Different Circumstances ✎

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Namjoon has already ordered his beer when y/n is finally able to slip away from the table after him. The others think they’ve gone to the bathroom but based on Jimin’s knowing smirk and Hobi’s less than subtle eye roll, no one truly believes that. Except for maybe Yeji who simply looked bored.

Why did she come then? y/n wondered as she weaved her way to the bar out of sight on the far side of the restaurant they’ve chosen. She leaves thoughts of the others behind when Namjoon flashes her a genuine smile. How is it that the miserable man she saw beside Yeji is the same one now lighting up the room?

“Hey,” he says, gesturing to a glass of water left on the bar for her. y/n takes a grateful sip before looking to her husband expectantly.

“So… what’s up?” she asks, feeling a little lame for not having anything better to talk about.

“I just wanted to thank you for performing with me tonight. I know I had no right to ask you to and I feel really bad after seeing your anxiety attack… I just — Just thanks,” he says. The words feel jumbled in his mouth and he takes a long draught of beer to smooth over whatever awkwardness he’s just created.

y/n pats him in on the shoulder. “Hey, what are wives for, right?”

Namjoon chokes on his drink. “Ugh, you had to whip that out while I was mid swallow? That’s not fair!”

“That’s what she said,” y/n laughs.

“And to think, I was just starting to grow fond of you…” Namjoon grumbles.

“You better not! You already threatened to not divorce me once. I can’t imagine what would happen if you actually wanted to stay with me,” she retorts, mock horror lighting her eyes.

Namjoon rolls his eyes and turns fully to face her. “Actually, that’s what I want to talk about. We have a meeting with a divorce lawyer once we’re both back in Seoul but he’s going to want to know how we ended up married in the first place so he can make a case for a judge.”

“A judge? But we’re just getting an annulment and it’s a mutual separation!” y/n protests, her hands flailing wildly with her words. Namjoon grabs them, pressing them between his larger ones, and holds them steady in her lap.

“I know, y/n, but because it’s me, it’s going to be a little more high profile than that. It’s not like they’re gonna tell us no. It’s just so there’s a record of what happened,” he reasons.

y/n is staring at their joined hands, her brain buzzing with the conversations that led to their drunken union, and wonders whether he remembers yet. Her cheeks go hot. She hopes he doesn’t.

“Why don’t you just tell them you don’t remember?” she asks, “That would be the truth, wouldn’t it?”

“Because ever since you were being so weird about it the other night, I’ve been trying really hard to remember.”

“And do you?” she asks, daring to lift her eyes to his face. He’s nodding and her stomach drops.

y/n’s mouth hangs open as Namjoon confesses the gritty details of his and Yeji’s breakup. That he would put up with her belittling for three whole years is absurd. But it’s like the frog in a pot of boiling water. He didn’t realize she had a chokehold on his self worth until it was too late.

“See, this is why I plan to be single forever,” she tells him when he finished, “There’s always one person who just gives and gives and gives and they get the life sucked out of them.”

Namjoon wrinkles his nose at that, “Well, the idea is that both partners take turns being the one who gives.”

“How’d that work for you and Yeji?” y/n retorts, offering him one of her shots when he winces. He downs it with a groan and leans back in his seat.

“So what? You just plan to be single forever so that no one can ever hurt you?”

y/n shrugs, “It beats pining after someone to swoop in and complete me.”

“Well, I agree with that. You’re perfectly whole on your own but don’t you want someone to share your life with?” he asks. She shrugs again, downing a shot of her own.

“I have Yoongi and Jimin and Jin,” she tells him, “and my family. It’s not like I’m alone in the world.”

“That’s not what I mean,” Namjoon says, shaking his head, “Don’t you want someone to build a life with, to have kids with?”

“No,” y/n says too quickly, “I’m fine the way things are now.”

Some people really are okay being on their own and that was fine. And, really,  Namjoon wouldn’t push the issue if it weren’t for the obvious lie in her tone. He lifts an eyebrow at her and asks, “Who hurt you?”

Her face darkens and for a moment, Namjoon considers steering the subject to more cheerful topics but morbid curiosity gets the better of him and besides, the story is already spilling from her lips. It would be rude to stop her.

“His name was Alex,” she says, her eyes stormy and far away. “He was the coolest guy I ever met. Grew up in the States, traveled all over the world, could hold a whole room captive with just his voice and he liked me of all people. I fell hard.”

“Wow, so what? He broke your heart? You met one bad apple and now you’re a bitter old crone about it?” Namjoon teases.

“He violated me in front of hundreds of people.”

That shuts Namjoon up quick. y/n sighs and grabs another shot from the line in front of her, downing it with a grimace before carrying on, “Around the time I was dating this guy and daydreaming about when he was going to ask me to marry him and how many kids we’d have and the life we’d live, some other guy started stalking me.

“And one time, he broke into my personal space and tried to attack me and do you know what Alex said? He said I was overreacting. He said nothing happened so I should stop being paranoid about it. And he’d get mad every time I made him check a room before I’d go inside. He said I was being crazy.

“And then one day, I was singing at some club and Alex brought that guy up on stage to dance with me. He said he was helping me overcome my fears. We broke up because of it but then he pulled a Yeji and told me all about how people only liked me because of him and for a while I believed him. But then, I just decided there’s no point in letting people into my life like that. Why do they get to control the narrative of my life? The only person I need in this life is me.”

“Holy shit—”

y/n holds up a hand to stop whatever is about to come out of Namjoon’s mouth next and says, “You can save it. Yoongi, Jimin, and Jin have all tried to convince me that I can’t let one, admittedly horrible, experience dictate the rest of my dating life forever. There’s no guy who is going to come along and magically heal my broken heart.”

“I wasn’t going to say that,” Namjoon insists, “Even though they kind of have a point. If you let that fucked up experience keep you from giving anyone else a chance, you’re still letting him control the narrative.”

y/n rolls her eyes, “Well, what were you going to say then?”

“I was going to say, that sounds eerily like the lyrics to my song. The only person you need in this life is you? Pretty sure I said that too,” he tells her. She rolls her eyes again, only this time more pronounced.

“Okay, so I listened to your mixtape on repeat on the flight over but the principle is the same. All I need is me, all you need is you. What’s your point?” she snaps.

Namjoon shakes his head and reaches into his pocket for the small notebook that he keeps on him at all times. She watches him, her eyes a little shiny with drunkenness but still alert and curious. He flips through the pages until he finds the lyrics he’s looking for and hands it to her.

“I didn’t release the original lyrics to that song but I want you to read them.”

All I need is me.

I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know… 

but why do I feel lonely? 

I feel so lonely when I’m with me, 

I feel so lonely when I’m with me.

y/n looks up at him in surprise. Her lips, speechless, make the shapes of each word as she reads them again. Her fingers trace over the deep grooves his pen made. There is one blotch where the ink has bled. He cried over this.

“My point is,” he tells her, “that I lied.”

y/n pulls her hands from Namjoon’s and signals for him to stop his retelling of that night. She already feels flushed all over. He had assured her that he didn’t remember the details of their conversation. That he didn’t know what she had confessed to him that night. 

Panic bubbles in her chest but Namjoon is snapping his fingers in her face, distracting her from whatever meltdown she’s about to have. “That was the traumatic event, right? The reason you stopped performing?”

“Does it matter? I performed anyway. For you,” she spits out the words.

“And how did it feel?” he asks. She’s tossing her head now, annoyed at his ridiculous question.

“No offense, Namjoon, but why do you care? It feels like we keep flip-flopping between these sentimental moments and wanting nothing to do with each other. I just need to know which it is so I can go back to normal.”

Namjoon frowns, his pillowy lips jutting out, “Because I remember the next part too. The part where you told me how you really liked me and how you hated Yeji for having me and blowing it.”

“That is NOT what I said!”

Namjoon laughs, his eyes crinkling in two perfect little smiles of their own, and shrugs, “you implied it!”

y/n and Namjoon leave the bar a little drunker than they intended and decide to walk it off before heading back to the hotel. They kind of have to because for the life of them, neither can remember the name or address of the place they’re staying. That’s how they wind up at the art museum.

Somehow, y/n managed to present herself as sober enough to purchase two tickets to get them inside. They’ve stopped in front of an abstract piece painted only in shades of blue. “Do you really feel lonely? Like, you stayed with Yeji for three years just so you wouldn’t feel alone?”

“I don’t know if that’s why I stayed, “ Namjoon answers, his eyes tracing blue brushstrokes, “but after we broke up, that’s all I could think about. Everyone keeps saying how it’s for the best that we parted ways and they’re right but I feel empty inside.”

“I hate her,” y/n whispers.

“What?”

She blinks, looking up at him. He’s pulled his eyes away from the painting and stares down at her curiously. The intensity of his gaze makes her feel like her soul is exposed and she crosses her arms over her chest. Like that will help.

“Sorry. I know our interactions so far have been getting drunk and bickering and that we really don’t know each other at all but you are talented and intelligent and, I won’t lie, incredibly handsome—” Namjoon’s face flushes at that, “ — and I genuinely think you are a cool person. If you didn’t hate me so much for spilling beer on you and accidentally joining your team in this competition, I would have loved to hang out with you. I just hate that Yeji had all that and she still left you feeling empty and alone. You don’t deserve that.”

Without giving it much thought, Namjoon wraps an arm around y/n’s shoulders and pulls her into his side.

“Thanks, y/n,” he whispers, “You don’t deserve it either, you know, feeling empty and alone or like you’re better off that way?”

“I know,” she whispers back, her cheeks warm as she remains pressed against him. They move to the next art installment, arms still wrapped around each other like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

It’s when they stop in front of the ugliest statue y/n has ever seen with an information plate entitled “LOVE” that it happens. Namjoon goes off on some artistic commentary that she really doesn’t understand but she hmm’s and haaa’s to humor him.

“You can admit you don’t get it,” he finally tells her, tickling the skin on the back of her neck. She elbows him in the ribs.

“No, no, I think the title is very fitting,” she insists, “This is the ugliest thing I have ever seen and that’s how I feel about love too!”

“Oh my god,” Namjoon groans. He removes his arm from around her to drop his face into his hands and y/n can’t help the sinking disappointment at the loss of his touch. 

What is wrong with her? Maybe it’s just been too long since she’s gotten laid and the physical proximity of an attractive man is messing with her head. But maybe it’s because it’s Namjoon… she pushes that intrusive thought far away.

“You can’t bash love itself!”

“I’m not bashing love! I’m saying it’s ugly! Anyway, you can’t tell me I’m wrong about that! Even in the healthiest relationships, love is a beastly, grotesque thing, okay? That’s how it is with feelings of passion!” she argues. Other guests are starting to side-eye them for being too loud.

They bow in apology and then turn to glare at each other.

“Okay, fine, you’re right about that,” Namjoon concedes in a whisper, “but don’t lie to me and tell me that’s something you want to avoid for the rest of your life.”

“I just wish I could skip that whole part,” she confesses, turning her attention back to the statue. Namjoon gives a questioning hum and she explains, “The whole falling part.”

“I don’t think you can help that part,” he tells her, “What would you do instead?”

“Eh, maybe I’ll go on one of those reality shows and marry a stranger or something. Or I could try and convince my dad to arrange a marriage, but really he’s too progressive for that. Or I could do what I’ve been doing and not fall in love at all,” she answers with a pointed look.

Namjoon is shaking his head at her for the millionth time that night, “At this rate, you might as well just marry me.”

He’s joking. And y/n laughs. But then they fall silent and stare at the statue of “LOVE” and mull it over.

“That would piss off Yeji so much,” y/n whispers.

“Your friends could never say you didn’t give a new relationship a shot,” Namjoon points out.

“No, that’s crazy,” they both say in unison.

But they are drunk and the hilarity of it is so enticing. They end up at the Chapelle du Jardin, soaking wet from fountains that were supposed to clear their heads but only made the idea that much more hilarious, and demand to be married.

“Okay, so we got married as a joke. It’s all good,” y/n says, keeping her tone light. Namjoon nods.

“It just makes me kinda sad actually,” he admits.

“What does?”

“I just can’t stop thinking about what you said at the museum about how if we hadn’t met the way we had, things would be different right now. We might actually like each other,” he said. y/n sighs.

“Namjoon, I like you. I want you to know that even now that I’m sober, I meant what I said. You are smart and clever and talented and very attractive. But you’re the one that chose to hate me for an accident. Even with everything that’s happened, I’d still be friends with you but you have to decide if that’s something you want,” she explains, leaving the ball in his court.

He nods, mulling it over, “I’m not in a great place right now to make that kind of call. I am really grateful to you though and maybe we can be friends down the road but right now…”

y/n pats his knee, “Right now, let’s just focus on getting the annulment. One step at a time.”

“One step at a time,” he repeats.

y/n slides down from the bar stool, takes a final swig from her water glass, and says, “Thank you for the most memorable week of my life, Kim Namjoon! I’ll see you tomorrow when we win this thing.”

And she walks away. 

Her mesmerizing voice still rings in his ears, her hazy smile still burns on his eyelids, and the swish of her hips as she retreats nearly consumes him. He hasn’t told her that he remembers their wedding night too. Not the way her body fit perfectly against his or the way his name felt coming out her mouth. Not the way her presence twisted his heart into a knot. He doesn’t tell her that the memories of that night are the real reason he doesn’t know if they can be friends.

He wishes they had met under different circumstances. Maybe then she wouldn’t be walking away right now.

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Mistake

Patrick Bateman x Reader

Summary: After finding out that you were pregnant, you only saw one option and that is to run away from your husband.

As soon as the doctor said ‘pregnant’ you knew you needed to do something. You knew how possessive Patrick can be.

You feared he might hurt the baby.

And so, you decided to leave him.

One day, when he went to work, you got back to your shared apartment and packed your things. You left a note behind, letting him know you needed to get away and that he shouldn’t look for you. And you left.

Although it broke your heart, you knew you needed to do this, for your child.

‘For the baby.’ you often said this in your head as you left. As you packed your things and as you got into the taxi.

You loved Patrick, so so much it hurt. But you also knew that if he was to flip, he might hurt the baby, and you couldn’t let that happen.

Patrick was an incredibly jealous person. If someone was to even look at you the wrong way, he would kill them.

If you imagine that possessiveness with a baby, who would take up most of your time, your mind always went to dark places.

You tried to convince yourself that he is better than that, that he would be happy with a baby.

But the dark thoughts didn’t leave you alone. 

Not even when you left.

If anything it got worse.

You were now all alone, with a baby under your heart and a husband you left behind. You couldn’t look into the mirror.

There wasn’t a moment when you didn’t think about Patrick. The amazing moments you had together and how genuinely happy you were. You were the only person besides himself whom he cared about. But then why did you leave? Why did your instinct tell you to get as far away from him as you can when you learned about your baby?

Was it fear? 

More than just fear. 

But deep down you were ashamed. Not because of your pregnancy or because of Patrick. You were ashamed that you felt the need to run away from your husband in a moment like this, you felt like something was wrong with you for feeling this way.

Moving into a new city had its advantages and disadvantages. 

You started using your maiden name again, but the gorgeous engagement and wedding ring you received from Patrick was always on your finger.

After all, you still loved him.

***

Eight months later, you were living in a nice apartment, with a healthy baby under your heart growing every day, bigger and bigger.

The doctor told you that you are having a boy. You were thrilled.

You got everything for him already and his room was ready as well. Although you didn’t have much money, you managed to buy everything he will ever need.

And soon, your son was born.

Beautiful, healthy baby boy.

Nicholas Y/L/N was born during the summer, July 5th.

The most beautiful baby you have ever seen. He was just the cutest.

Of course, you had been holding him for barely a minute but you already noticed features he got from his father, at least he had your nose.

***

Having a baby was harder than it seems.

Nick constantly woke up in the middle of the night, seemingly for no reason. He wanted to be held at all times, nurtured, and craved attention. And it was normal.

You barely got any sleep, but every single time he smiled, giggled, or laughed, you forgot everything else. All that mattered was his toothless little smile.

You stayed mostly at home, only leaving the apartment to the store once a week. Then you had to bring him back to the doctor so she could check on him. The doctor was wonderful. She explained everything and even talked to you about vaccinations and when you will have to bring Nick in for those. 

You started to forget Patrick, only your son’s eyes reminded you from time to time, but you started to be happy again

Happy with your little man.

But then things changed.

One day, while Nick was in the bedroom and you were making lunch, the doorbell rang.

If you knew who it was, you probably didn’t open the door.

But you didn’t check through the peephole, so, you came face to face with him.

He looked the same as you left him.

Handsome, hair done to perfection, his Armani suit didn’t have one crease in it and his Dior perfume caught your nose.

“Patrick...” suddenly all the fear you had during the nine months, came back at the same time. 

“Found you.” he simply said.

You noticed something in his hand. A piece of paper.

“Are you going to let me in?” he asked and you didn’t know what to do, you were frozen in one place, heart hammering so hard you feared a heart attack.

“W-What do you want?” you tried to look strong at you clanged onto the door.

You honestly don’t remember letting him in, and yet here he was sitting in front of you at your table.

He placed the paper in his hand in front of you

The paper was scrunched, torn a little at some places and the ink on it was certainly old.

“I read the letter you wrote,” he said pointing at the paper. “I read it over and over. ‘I can’t go on like this.’ ‘I love you, but...’ and it doesn’t make any sense. You were happy. You were mine. I bought you everything you wanted. Why did you leave?”

His voice was very collected. It was alarming, but you soon realized he is not there to hurt you.

“How did you find me?”

“Tim was on a business trip here and he said he saw you. Why did you leave Y/N?”

You took a deep breath, tears threatening to fall.

“I-” you were immediately interrupted by a loud cry. Your eyes widened as you looked from the door back to Patrick.

“A baby?” you heard him ask as you rushed out of the kitchen into your son’s room.

You got him into your arms and started bouncing him. Nick slowly quieted down as you turned and found Patrick watching you from the doorway. You heard the cogs in his head turn as he looked at the baby.

“How old is he?” was the question he asked but he didn’t move.

You were afraid to answer.

“Two months.” you ended up saying after a long pause.

“So, he’s mine.” you watched Patrick closely, but he didn’t move, didn’t show emotion on his face, but his eyes, his eyes said it all.

He was angry and concerned. You could tell suddenly the letter you left behind made sense to him.

“Let’s talk in the kitchen,” you said as you placed the now sleeping Nick into his crib.

Patrick moved back as you closed the door behind yourself.

With a shaky breath, you walked back into the kitchen and plopped down on the chair.

You know there was no point in hiding it now.

All you could hope for is that Patrick wouldn’t hurt you.

“I want my baby to have a fair chance in life, and I couldn’t give it to them if I stayed with you,” you said as he sat down on his chair.

“Why are you saying that?” his voice was dangerously calm and collected.

“I was afraid okay? I couldn’t stop thinking about you hurting the baby.” tears were running down your face, you felt a pain in your chest. 

Patrick sat down on the couch, letting out a long sigh. He was angry, but he was good at hiding it.

“I wouldn’t have.” he finally said.

And it shocked you.

He sounded so sincere, even hurt by the accusation. 

“I told you, many times, I could never hurt you.”

“I know. But a baby is...different. Nick takes up all of my time. I know how possessive you can be. I know how jealous you can be and what you can do. I wouldn’t want that to happen.”

Patrick leaned back in his chair.

“His name is Nick?”

You nodded once. “Nicholas Y/L/N.” 

“We are changing that to Bateman. He’s my son, he should have my name,” he said as a matter of fact. “I thought when you left that you found someone or you had enough of my... habits.”

“No, that wasn't why, and I’m sorry. I should have told you. But the scenarios kept on coming out of nowhere and I couldn’t...”

“Apology accepted. Now pack your things and the baby stuff. My wife and son deserve more than this...place.” he said looking around with a disgusted expression. You watched him leave the kitchen but you didn’t move. Everything was so fast.

After a long minute, you stood up and headed to your room, as you passed Nick’s room, you noticed the door was open.

As you looked inside you saw Patrick standing by the crib with one hand stocking Nick’s chubby cheeks. 

As you looked at your husband you soon realized what a mistake you made when you left him.

You were so scared before but as you watched the man who you married to be so gentle with your son, you knew, you can do this.

And so, you moved along to your bedroom to pack your things so the three of you can be a family.

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black coffee

a/n: this is a vent fic i have been writing for like three months, it has been really hard to write, but i know reading vent fics really helps me, so here i am finally posting it. please read the warnings before reading, i love you all so much and if you ever need to talk my dms are always open <3

warnings: this fic heavily deals with the topic of anorexia/eating disorders , please don’t read this if it may trigger you

pairing: natasha romanoff x reader

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You don’t remember when it started, but you imagine it was when you started living in oversized sweaters that consumed your frame. Locking your body in a prison of clothing so no one could see what lies underneath. You don’t remember when Natasha started to notice, but you imagine it was when started opting for a black coffee instead of your usual croissant at your favorite cafe. Swapping sweetness for the bitter emptiness black coffee provided.

Natasha was not one to be frightened easily, but seeing you become a shadow of your former self, that terrified her. She missed seeing your smile, the smile that shined like all the stars in the sky. She missed the way you would sneak up on her in the kitchen, surprise attacking her with kisses, making her feel like the most loved person in the universe. She missed you.

She knew you didn’t want to talk about it, but she couldn’t, wouldn’t, let you continue to go on like this. Nat knew she had to be there for you, that she needed to show you that she sees you and that she wants to help. She had to, whether you were going to let her or not.

The morning you walked into the kitchen and saw Natasha seated at the table, both feet flat on the floor, hands folded neatly in her lap, you knew.

The redhead stared at you as if you were dying right in front of her; you guess in a way you were. “Y/N-“

“Please don’t.” You grabbed your jacket and left for work without even saying goodbye.

-

You had been dreading coming home from work all day, knowing you would have to face the redhead. All-day she had been texting you:

Are you okay?

I’m worried about you.

I love you, please text me back.

You didn’t have the heart to answer her, you felt disgusting. The fact that you restored to this, the fact that it has now taken over your life, it was consuming you like a wildfire that wouldn't stop burning. Your life was burning down right before your eyes, and it was your own fault. At least you thought it was.

“Nat?” You said as you quietly opened the door. “Y/N? You haven’t answered me all day, I thought something happened to you!” Nat said worriedly running up to you and holding you tightly in her arms. “Sorry,” You whispered against her neck, “I’m sorry.”

“Y/N I’m scared,” guilt overtook your mind, you scared Natasha Romanoff, the black widow. How bad did it have to be to scare her?

“I’m sorry,” was the only thing you could manage to say without crying. “I’m here for you, you know that right?”

“I know.”

“Then can we talk, please?” You nodded. Talking about your eating disorder never came easily to you. It was times like this where you wished that walls could talk because if they could they would tell the story of how you only ever grabbed an apple or granola bar from the kitchen. How you would lay in bed feeling guilty for telling everyone you ate when you didn’t. “I just wanted to feel in control of something for once,” was all you managed to say. Natasha’s gaze softened, “Y/N-”

“This is the one thing I can control. ”

“Detka-”

“And every time I eat I just feel like I didn’t earn it.”

“You don’t need to earn food Y/N,” You could see the worry in Natashas eyes, you hated being the cause of her stress.

-

You don’t remember when things got worse, but you imagine it was when a black coffee was the only thing sitting in your stomach. After a while your stomach stopped screaming for food, it knew you weren’t going to listen. It knew a single black coffee was all it would receive.

-

“Y/N,” Nat said as you blankly stared at the bowl of pasta she placed in front of you. “Hm,” You said, snapping out of your thoughts. “You alright?”

“Umm, yeah I-, I think that-, I really need-” You stuttered out like a broken record. Frustrated with your inability to put your thoughts in words, you stood up and went into your bedroom, slamming the door shut.

Natasha hesitantly followed after you after hearing the door slam, you had never slammed the door before.

“I don’t want to push you Y/N but-”

“Then don’t,” You responded in an icy tone.

“Y/n I need you to try, I can’t-”

“You don’t think I’m trying?” You said looking Nat dead in the eyes, “Do you have any idea how hard this is for me? How hard it is to know that you're disappointed in me because I’ve made no progress.”

“That isn’t what I meant, I’m just really scared and I don’t know what to do.” Natasha wanted nothing more than to put out the fires in your mind, to extinguish them with her love for you.

“I’m sorry,” You got up from the bed and went to bring Natasha into your embrace. “I love you and I’m not giving up okay?” You reassured her. “I’m not giving up either detka.”

-

You knew your eating disorder wouldn’t just disappear overnight, but god you wished it would. You knew you had to put in the work, but it was so draining. Every meal left you laying in bed for hours after. Almost every meal ended in tears.

Nat ended up taking time off work to be with you, which you hated. You hated that you were taking her away from her life. But when Natasha makes a promise she never breaks it, so when she said she wasn’t going to give up on you, she meant it with every fiber of her being.

Natasha prepared all your meals for you, she didn’t want you to have the added stress of meal prep. She ate every meal with you, never pressuring you to eat, just sitting with you and making conversation. She hoped it would distract you from retreating into your mind.

Nat held you when you cried after or before a meal, telling you how proud she is of you, telling you how strong you were. She gave you space when she knew you needed it, she let you take all the time you needed.

You were trying so hard and Natasha was doing everything she could to support you, but you still felt like you were failing. Natasha deserved better.

“Detka, what’s wrong?” Nat asked when she walked into the kitchen to see you blankly staring at the wall.

“I’m trying, I really am Nat.”

“I know Y/N, you are trying so hard and I am so proud of-” You cut her off. “I’m trying so hard and I just can't do it.” Natasha quickly hopped into the bed and pulled you onto her chest. “And I hate myself because you have to deal with the collateral damage of my ED.”

“Don’t say that, I don’t have to do anything, I choose to be here for you because I love you.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t.”

“Y/N-”

“You deserve to be with someone who you can take out to a restaurant, someone who doesn’t cry over a stupid sandwich, someone who-”

“I don’t need any of that, I just want you.”

-

Recovery was a never-ending process. One that you left you drained at the end of every day. One that left you anxious every morning.

Recovery wasn’t pretty. Recovery was tears after eating a granola bar. It was sitting down for a meal even when your mind screamed at you to run. It was fighting a war with yourself over every bite you took.

Recovery wasn’t linear. Somedays a black coffee is all you can bring yourself to have, the familiar feeling of emptiness reminding you of the fire that still burns in your mind.

You don’t know if you will ever be “okay”, whatever that’s supposed to mean, but you hope one day you will order a crossiant instead of a black coffee again.

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Myth or Movie

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Unbeknownst to the two of them, Y/N and Spencer's children have worked up a plan to get them to meet... Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Strong language, oral sex (female receiving), penetrative/unprotected sex, someone is misgendered (nothing too bad, it’s very brief, and it’s sincerely apologized for by the person who misgenders) Word Count: 4.2k

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NOTE: This is my 2nd entry for Pom’s ( @imagining-in-the-margins ) Enemies To Lover’s Writing Challenge! This one was one of the prompts she provided: You and (Character)'s kids don't get along, so you have to have a talk. Turns out you... really really get along... and I couldn’t wait to tackle it! I believe my exact words were: “I’m gonna Parent Trap these bitches”... So do with that what you will lol

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"I'm so sorry I'm late!"

Two heads turn to stare at me as I burst through the doors. I'm out of breath from running through the building, something the staff really didn't seem to appreciate, though their shouts and annoyed glances were the last thing on my mind.

As I try to catch my breath, the two heads stand, and suddenly I feel a lot smaller.

One of them I recognize— Principal Anteros. I'd met with her before over some of Sky's academic achievements, all positive things, which is why today's circumstances make being in this office rather uncomfortable.

It's also why I seem to shrink with embarrassment at my tardiness— and appearance. Waitressing has its benefits, but today's whirlwind of phone calls and a mention at meeting another parent are not any of them.

Speaking of, the other person in the room is one I've never seen before. He's taller than both Anteros and I, extremely well dressed, and probably the most intimidatingly beautiful human being I'd ever met. I can barely meet his eyes, and so I try not to think about what he's doing here—to think about having to talk to him.

I shrink even further.

"Ms. Y/L/N," Principal Anteros greets. Thankfully she doesn't sound too upset given the circumstances. "Please, have a seat."

I do, brushing off my uniform as if that will somehow help my appearance. The soft leather of the chairs, however comfortable they might be, fail to bring me any comfort at all.

"As I'm sure you've guessed already, this is Doctor Reid, Vivian's father."

Great, he's a fucking doctor? This already bodes well for me...

Regardless of my reservations, I turn to him and give a faint smile. He waves in turn, and for the time being I'm extremely glad he doesn't insist on shaking my hand.

"It's nice to meet you," he says, surely nothing but a formality.

"You, too," I say quickly, then turn back to Principal Anteros. "Your phone call sounded urgent... Is everything alright?"

As soon as I say it, I feel kind of dumb. Because of course everything isn't alright. My child's principal called a meeting with another parent, and that can never mean anything good, not to mention the fucking intimidation and awkwardness in the room right now. I almost apologize, trying to explain that that wasn't exactly what I meant to get across, but then I would have just been talking for way too long, embarrassing myself further.

Once again, I'm thankful for Anteros's ability to move the conversation along. "I'm not sure, but it doesn't seem so. I only bring this to attention because Sky and Vivian are both stellar students. They've never had any disciplinary issues or difficulties with other students..."

"No one's hurt, right?" Mr. Reid asks. I know he's just concerned for his child, but for some reason it feels like an attack on me, like he assumes my kid had something to do with it.

"No, no one's hurt. Thankfully there weren't any physical altercations. But it seems your girls are quite... loud."

The doctor looks like he wants to say something, but I'm quick to jump in before he can. "Sorry... Sky is non-binary. They use they/them pronouns."

I half expect one or either of them to make a big deal or just roll their eyes at me, as most people seem to do when I correct them on the matter, but Anteros gives a sincere apology and Reid probably couldn't have cared any less.

I still can't tell if I like him or not...

But that doesn't matter right now.

"What do you mean by loud?" I continue.

Anteros sighs. "Well, while there hasn't been any physical violence, your kids seem to have very heated arguments, usually during lunch or in the hallway in passing... We thought maybe we could resolve it here since, like I said, they're both excellent students, but then it started escalating to classroom arguments... It's a lot of screaming..."

I have never known Sky to raise their voice at anyone, not even in a situation where I probably would have. Lord knows I'm thankful they don't have my impatience and tendency to get pissed off easily...

So what happened that was so bad, it made them snap?

"You... You're sure you mean Vivian is acting out like this?" Reid asks slowly, and I can't stop myself from laughing out loud.

"Come on, she's a professional. This has been going on for weeks, in her school, I'm sure she would know if it was your kid having a screaming match with someone else..."

This time Doctor Reid actually looks over at me, an eyebrow raised, and though I very much believe what I've just told him, the way he's looking at me right now drops my heart straight down to my stomach, like he's the principal and I'm the student acting out—No, it's worse than that... I feel like he's a disappointed parent, but not with Vivian, with me.

I avoid his intimidating stare and look down at the ground. "Sorry... I'm just... This isn't like Sky, either, I don't know what to do..."

"Well, usually when we have these sort of disputes, we like to have the students talk it out amongst themselves with a moderator present. But we've tried that, and it seems that they still haven't made any progress. Now, I know your children are good at heart, and it seems like you both are excellent parents— You know your children better than anyone here ever could. So, I'm proposing the two of you take a meeting some time and try to figure out how to settle this."

Seriously? If it hasn't been made clear already, this man is a doctor of some kind, planets away from my league in any capacity, and I can just picture the two of us in a screaming match close to what I imagine our children's looked like...

Maybe we can just e-mail.

"Okay," he agrees evenly, and I'm surprised he seems this calm considering I've just practically yelled at him... "I have free time this afternoon if you want to talk it over."

"I have to get back to work, but I get done at five," I sigh, wanting to get this over with. "Are you free then?"

"Mhm."

"Good," Anteros chirps, standing and leaving Doctor Reid and I to follow suit. "Perhaps over the weekend we can get this settled."

I sure as hell hope so.

———

"Ms. Y/L/N, wait!"

I have no idea what he could possibly want from me now that we've set a time and place to talk tonight, but I'm just praying desperately that he doesn't want to take this time alone in the parking lot to get back at me for accosting him in Anteros's office...

Thankfully, his face when he approaches seems rather kind.

"You can call me Y/N..."

"Right," he says, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets and nodding. "I'm Spencer."

"Spencer... So, um... Did you need something?"

"O—Oh, I just... I know you have to get back to work so I'll make this short, but I wanted to see if you wanted to do, uh... dinner tonight?"

"Excuse me?"

"Well, I just figured since we probably didn't expect for our weekend to go this way... We should make it worth it?"

"Are you really trying to turn this into a date?"

"W— No, not really, I just... You know, I thought it might be nice to... make this less like a chore, you know? A—And don't feel like you have to say yes, it was just a thought, I'm sorry if I made this weirder..."

The fact that I still can't figure this man out bothers me, but right now he's blushing, and he looks like he's trying to save himself from embarrassment, and it's so fucking adorable that I don't really care that I was just annoyed.

So I tell him, "Sure. Why not?"

"Really?"

"Yeah... Besides, Lord knows I haven't gone out for dinner in a long time."

The doctor is relieved, a smile creeping up on his lips that suddenly tugs at my insides and makes me wish for a second that it really is a date he's offering... "Okay, good. Do you want to meet at Waterstone, seven o'clock?"

The excitement starts to drain from me as he says it, followed by an incoming wave of embarrassment. "Oh, man, that... That place is kind of expensive, I don't—"

"Oh, it's okay, I'll pay for everything. I'll even wait outside for you so we can go in together if you'd like..."

Why he's being so nice to me I have no idea, but it's making my annoyance melt and my heart start to beat faster, and I really don't know how to feel about that. In fact I'm pretty sure it's weird as fuck given the circumstances.

But all I have to do is make it through this weekend, hopefully all will be back to normal, and I won't ever have to think about it ever again.

"Alright... It's a date."

———

Out of all the scenarios I'd pictured for the end of the night, this definitely had not been one of them.

I finished my shift at the diner, imagining on my drive home the look on his face when I inevitably showed up with something on my face or stained on my dress; Instead I showed up to Waterstone and was greeted with wandering eyes and showered with bashful compliments.

I expected to get into some type of argument about how each of our kids were better than the other or something, but we ended up talking through their traits with compassion, interest, and pride, all while agreeing that we just have to sit with them this weekend and explain that there are easier, better ways to sort out disagreements than screaming at each other in public.

I expected not to have much fun at all, but by the time we gathered the check and headed out the door, Spencer and I were laughing, just a little tipsy on Cabernet, our hands gently brushing and sparks shooting up my arm at the feeling.

I expected to go our separate ways and walk to my car and drive home, but instead he ended up telling me he was taking the Subway home, and I offered to give him a ride to the opposite side of town where I lived (Waterstone was right in the middle).

I expected to walk through the door, stumble straight up to bed, and sleep until Sky inevitably woke me up with them saying I've slept in too late and needed to get ready for work, but instead I ended up following Spencer up to his door to say goodnight.

And now we're at a fork in the road, and I can take one of two paths.

I can say goodnight, watch him walk in, and then go home and forget about this whole thing.

Or I can keep letting him stare at me until I find myself leaning in to kiss him. Whether or not he'll actually reciprocate is another story, but the little bit of wine tingling in the surface of my body and the dark, intense look in his eye gives me more courage than I've had since I met him.

Before I can make a move, Spencer talks, his voice small and inviting. "Do you want to come inside?" The beating of my heart quickens immensely as he takes another step forward and brings his fingers out to graze my chin. "Vivian's with her mom tonight."

Yes. Vivian's mom, who divorced Spencer pretty soon in the marriage after she just decided his job was too much to handle. He'd quit and took a teaching job, but even still, she declined his pleading to stay married and eventually admitted that she just wasn't in love with him anymore. At least she had the decency to let him have joint custody once his schedule cleared up, and it seemed like they were decent co-parents. Maybe even friends.

I think about Sky, how much they wish their dad had stayed, and how much I wish he had too. I was devastated when he left without anything more than a note. For years it took a huge toll on us, and I barely had the headspace to even think about dating anyone since then.

But here I am now, standing with this man who has also lost a spouse, who's somewhat of a single parent, and who seems kind and genuine enough that I don't think I'd have to worry about bringing him into the life of my child.

Though, I don't even know it'll go that far. I'm getting too far ahead of myself, and so to slow down I look at what's right in front of me. Right now.

Spencer looks at me like he wants to devour me. My whole body is tingling from head to toe. I want to kiss him, and I'm pretty damn sure he wants to kiss me back. He just invited me inside, which means that if I accept, we'll most likely end up sleeping with each other.

Again... Definitely not one of the scenarios I'd had in mind when I left the school today. But it's a damn good one, and he's so hot I want to cry.

My flirty switch turns on so fast, it nearly gives me whiplash. "And what are you gonna do if I say yes?"

"Depends... How badly do you want to walk tomorrow?"

My first instinct is to jokingly tell him to put me in a wheelchair, but I settle for kissing him instead, hoping that gives the same sentiment.

The way he melts into my body tells me I've succeeded. My arms fly up to his neck and pull him closer, and he holds me tightly to him, waiting for my lips to part so he can expertly slip his tongue past them.

I whine out and take a step towards the door. Spencer comes with me and fumbles with the keys in his pocket before reluctantly pulling away to get us inside.

Once we take our jackets and shoes off, he clings to me like static, drawn to me like a magnet, and I let him near without a second thought. Our lips find each other perfectly, like they've always meant to fit together. And as pieces of clothing come off on our way through the house and up to his bedroom, our limbs fit together just as well. Nothing is out of place.

Hell, I don't even remember how inferior to him I felt earlier in the day. Our jobs and lifestyles might seem like polar opposites, but for right now, the two of us are on very equal footing, coming together like it's always been meant to be.

I nearly fall apart when his fingers gather wetness from my cunt, just enough to tease me before pulling away and bringing them to his lips. I watch with a whine waiting on the back of my tongue as he slips his fingers past his mouth and sighs.

"More," is all he manages, and I want so badly to tease him—tell him how I know he can be more eloquent than that—but words are all lost on me too, when he drops to his knees and spreads me apart with ease. I have no choice but to reach behind and grip the foot-end of the bed as he works his tongue expertly against me.

Each of my sighs and whines are met with more avidity from him, taking the form of sharp flicks of the tongue over my clit, and once he adds his fingers to the mix, pumping them expertly inside me, I'm a fucking goner.

I come with a silent shout, clenching my thighs around his face and gripping the foot of the bed so tightly it feels like my hands might go numb.

Once my body loosens, Spencer gets up and kisses me, nearly knocking me over. I'm breathless and dizzy as the tang of my arousal coats my tastebuds. His hands are gentle despite the hunger in his lips, and the medley of sensations of all of these things has me weak in the knees.

"Getting harder to stand already, sweetheart?" he laughs, catching me as I fall into him. His hands clutch at my thighs and he carries me to the edge of the bed, crawling over top of me and kissing down my neck. "That's okay... I'll take good care of you."

I still can't manage to speak as he gently pushes in, the slow burn of him splitting me in two rendering me utterly incapable of even thought. I gladly welcome the pressure, especially once he's inside me all the way and lowering his body to mine. Our chests press firmly together as he pulls back and starts a steady pace with his hips. He traps me with his arms, bringing them to either side of my face. And when his fingers brush the hair from my eyes, he stares into them with intensity as he fucks me.

It's slow and hard. It's heart-pounding. It's earth-shattering. It's everything that makes sex worth having. In that moment we're two equals, so wrapped up in the mere feeling of each other that everything else is just background noise. He breathes me in and I do the same, and with each cant forward of his hips, he brings me deeper into this world we've both ultimately created together.

I want more than anything to wrap my legs around him and keep him close to me, but he's fucking me so good that I don't have the willpower. Instead, they lay spread out, lazy and open as his hips move between them. I'm warm all over, tingling everywhere our skin connects. When he kisses me, swallowing my pathetic attempts at whimpering his name, I'm positive that this is what Heaven must feel like.

Whether it's hours or only minutes later, eventually my body tenses, unable to hold back any further, and two particularly deep thrusts from Spencer send me barreling over the edge.

"There it is, sweetheart..." he praises, caressing my face with long, gentle fingers and leaving little kisses wherever they trail. His voice only seems to help me along, each warm syllable soothing the muscles that pulled taut at his mercy. "That's a good girl..."

I feel tired, calmed, and relaxed, when he pulls out only to jerk off over my lower stomach. Through tired eyes, I watch as he lets go and covers me with his release. Hearing him grunt out my name as he does it nearly wakes me up again, and it even finally brings some words out of me.

"God, you're so fucking hot..."

Well... Not exactly elegant, but the feeling gets across.

Spencer laughs and rolls over so that he isn't nearly crushing me anymore. He kisses down my neck, my arm, and he ever-so-slightly swipes the tip of his tongue over the mess he made before kissing my thigh and getting up to leave— presumably to get me something to clean up with.

Sure enough, he returns shortly with a wet washcloth and tenderly cleans me up. I manage to sit, leaning back on my elbows once he's done and smile at him. He's practically kneeling in front of me again, smiling back as his lips press featherlight kisses to the inside of my leg.

"How're you feeling?" he drawls, letting me pull him up to lay down with me.

"Really good. I haven't done that in so long..."

"Me either... I um... I hadn't really thought much about seeing other people once Lena and I got divorced... I guess I just wanted to put all my focus into being the best father I could, you know?"

"Mhm," I answer, turning to face him and interlocking our fingers. "I know exactly what you mean."

We lay like that for a few moments in comfortable silence, hands and limbs tangled while we breathe the same air and revel in the afterglow we've just created.

Suddenly Spencer laughs, and I squeeze his hand. "What is it?"

"I was just thinking... We probably wouldn't have met if not for Anteros calling us in, right?"

"Yeah..." I piece it together. "Guess I never thought of it that way."

"I just think it's funny, because in Greek mythology, Anteros was an Erote, known as an avenger of unrequited love, and he punished those who scoffed at romantic advances made by others... You and I never even thought about dating after our separations, and yet... Here we are now, because of Anteros."

Hearing him educate me on Greek mythology only serves to remind me how different we are. Still, the little story brings a comforting smile to my lips. "Well... Remind me to send her a basket of muffins or something to thank her."

"And tell her what? That you're grateful she got you laid?"

"Yeah. And what about it?"

The two of us dissolve into laughter that eventually fizzles and leaves us silent again. Our fingers are still tangled, and somehow we've snuggled in even closer.

"In any case, I'm glad I got to meet you, Doctor Reid."

"And I, you, Ms. Y/L/N..."

———

In the past two weeks since that first meeting, I hadn't received any more phone calls from Principal Anteros, which bode as a good sign.

Spencer and I decided to see each other as secretly as we could, which meant only giving vague details to our kids as to what we were doing in our spare time— It seemed weird to spring it on them if they didn't get along, so we figured it was best to wait until the situation was handled.

I tried to talk to Sky about their progress with Vivian, but they only insisted that everything was fine and they wouldn't have to worry anymore. And after relaying this information to Spencer, he informed me that Viv had said the same thing to him.

It wasn't until we both realized that they'd said the same things verbatim each time we asked, that something odd was going on.

And that's how we end up right here, Sky and I sitting on a park bench bathed in the golden October sun while I patiently wait for Spencer to 'coincidentally' show up with Vivian.

Thankfully I don't have to wait too long, because almost five minutes after we sit, I hear the familiar sound of my name falling from his lips, and it's hard to contain the cocky, playful smile that appears upon my own.

"Spencer, hey!" I call back, standing up and going to give him a hug. He pulls me in and he's nice and warm. He smells like burnt wood for some reason, and I want to breathe him in forever. Instead, I settle for a sweet kiss on the lips, both because I simply want to and also because it should baffle the fuck out of our kids.

Sure enough we pull away and look to them, and they look panicked. They have no idea what to do, what to say...

"Oh! Sorry... Viv, this is Y/N, Sky's mom."

The pure amusement in Spencer's voice makes me feel even warmer than being in his embrace. I look to his daughter and give her a wave. "Hi."

"H—Hi..."

It almost seems cruel to laugh at their predicament, but as I turn to Sky and introduce them to Spencer, they have clear annoyance written all over their face.

"Okay, Mom, I think we get it... How did you guys figure it out?"

"What, that you two pretended to hate each other so your principal would have to call us both in to meet?"

The pre-teens look at each other and sigh, truly defeated once and for all. "Yeah," they mutter simultaneously.

"Well, it surely didn't make any sense when you got in trouble for yelling at each other in the first place," Spencer points out. "And then when we asked you how things were working out, you both said the same exact thing..."

"It wasn't that hard to figure out, but we appreciate the effort," I add, reaching out to ruffle Sky's hair. They jerk away playfully, and I can't help but notice their smile as they peek over at Vivian.

"Our plan worked, though, so I call it a win," Vivian says with a shrug.

"As long as you two don't plan on causing any more disruptions at school..." Spencer looks between the both of them, and then at me, his eyes softening as he takes my hand and squeezes it. "Then yes. I'd call it a win, too."

I lean into him and laugh. "Turns out it wasn't Greek mythology that brought us together. It was The Parent Trap."

He raises an eyebrow, like he doesn't get what I mean, and before I can ask or explain, Vivian does it for me. "He's never seen it."

Spencer looks between the three of us like a lost and confused puppy, and we all laugh.

"Well, then, maybe we'll have to have a movie night sometime soon," I offer, reaching out for Sky.

Hand in hand, the four of us continue down the pathway, walking away from the setting sun while dried leaves rustle under our feet.

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