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Jinyoung Imagine - Wedding Song

A/N - A request from a lovely anon~ Sorry it took so long to get this request written up! Hope you all enjoy.

…Okay, so I keep on telling my cousin that I want those songs to be played at my wedding someday. Of course, I was half-joking because as much as I want to it would kind of weird because my husband-to-be is definitely not going to be a beast. Would you make a Jinyoung scenario for me instead where he surprises his bride by using either “Beauty and the Beast” and/or “Something There” as a song for their first dance as husband and wife or something like that?

The whole day had felt so surreal. You were wearing a gorgeous white dress, your hair and makeup had been styled to perfection and the day was just going perfectly. Today was the day you had gotten married to your long term boyfriend, Jinyoung. He was like your own fairytale prince, just like in the movies you grew up watching. Throughout your relationship, the two of you had shared cute nicknames but the ones that always stuck were ‘prince’ and ‘princess’. Jinyoung really treated you like royalty and so you did the same to him. Your cute regal nicknames had begun the moment Jinyoung saw how much you loved Disney, particularly Beauty and the Beast. That film had really shaped your relationship and helped the two of you to grow closer. Some of your best memories with him were spent singing the soundtrack in your shared kitchen or on holiday in one of the Disney parks, seeing the live stage show. There was nothing much you loved more than Jinyoung and that film.

The wedding reception had quickly begun and both you and Jinyoung were greeting old friends and family members, struggling to keep track of everyone there. So many people had come to celebrate your marriage and it warmed your heart to see it all. If it wasn’t for the immaculate makeup on your face, you’d have probably been crying by now with how happy and emotional you felt. Jinyoung was stood beside you, watching as everyone danced and chatted with each other. His hand had barely left your waist all day and you could tell he wasn’t planning on changing that anytime soon.
“Today has been the best day of my life,” Jinyoung confessed, turning his gaze to you. The smile that graced his face was beautiful and radiant.
“Me too. I can’t believe we’re actually married now, Jinyoung.”
“My beautiful princess is finally my wife.”
“And my handsome prince is now my husband.” The two of you leaned in for a loving kiss that was soon interrupted by the sounds of a familiar song being played.

The opening notes of Beauty and the Beast rang out and the lights went dim, save for a few spotlights that focused on you and your husband. He stepped forward, his hand reached out to yours, signalling for you to follow him onto the dance floor. Then you began to dance to the beautiful music that played, emotions quickly rising. This song had shaped your relationship and meant so much to you and the look on Jinyoung’s face told you he had been planning this all along. The two of you danced around, completely lost in each other while your friends and family members watched, some of them teary-eyed like yourself and Jinyoung. Once the song was over, everyone clapped and cheered at your beautiful first dance as husband and wife. Jinyoung leaned in to kiss you again, unable to get enough of you now that you had both sworn to love each other for the rest of your lives. The night was magical and really felt like you had found your own happily ever after.


Alexander x Reader


‘Oh Alex. What are you doing to yourself?’ you thought as you saw him working furiously at his desk. He was writing like he was running out of time, you could almost see the smoke drifting up from the paper.

Alex Hamilton was your husband of five years, but you rarely saw him anymore, he was always working.

You knew that he was like this, but you also knew that he was going to kill himself if he kept going.

If he didn’t have anytime to spend with you, you wished that he would at least take care of himself. Just to eat and drink something, maybe take a small rest.

It was time that you thought you should put a stop to it, finally taking charge of his health.

“Alex get up. You need to rest, you need to eat and drink something for once,” you told him as you walked into his office.

He didn’t respond, just kept on working.

You huffed.

You pulled on his arm.

“Alex get up. You can’t keep going on like this,” you told him.

He stopped short and turned towards you, a dark look in his eyes.

“Stop. I don’t need your nagging. I need to get this done! Just go back to your stupid needle work,” he yelled at you.

You froze. He had never acted like this way with you before.

“Alex-” you started.

“Just leave already! I can’t get any work done with you being such a nag all the time!” He cried out, pushing you out of the office before closing and locking the door.

You stared at the door.

Why was he acting like this? Was it just lack of sleep? Did he truly see you as a nag?

Or did he just not love you anymore?

Small tears started to roll down your face, falling to the floor and staining your gown.

You mechanically made your way to your bedroom, sitting on your bed in silence.

What were you going to do?


The next few days were hell for you.

Alex wouldn’t come out of his office, he refused to see or talk to you. You didn’t know if he was taking care of himself, getting proper food and rest.

He probably wasn’t.

Which worried you.

But what worried you even more is the fact that he didn’t want to see you anymore. You couldn’t tell if he still loved you.

You decided that you were tired of being cooped up in the house, so you took off towards the market, wanting to take a look around and try to clear your head.

You spent a few hours out and about, not worrying about what was going on at home, just enjoying the city.

When you saw that the sun was setting you decided that it was time to be heading back to your estate.

You didn’t know what was going to be waiting for you there, but you decided that it would be best just to get the night over with.

You started to walk home, not really paying attention to the activity around you like you should have been.

You heard a scream and when you turned to see what was going on, there was a carriage coming straight for you.

But it was too late for you to move by then, and you were run over.

You didn’t know what happened after that, you were in too much pain.

Eventually you had blacked out from everything, you last thought being of Alexander, and what he would think about the news that you hopefully reach him.

Would he even care?


Several days later you finally woke up in your own bed.

You had been bandaged and medicated more than you had ever been in your life.

Alexander was lying next to you, clutching the one hand that had been left without damage.

His eyes fluttered open to see you staring at him, and he jolted up, running off to find the doctor.

He let the doctor do final checks on you, making sure that you would be totally okay after your wounds finally healed.

After the doctor left Alexander collapsed by your side, tears streaming out of his eyes and sobs escaping his mouth.

“I’m so sorry my love. I never wanted something like this to happen. I’m such a horrible husband to you,” he cried.


“No, let me finish. I have to apologize. I know that I’ve hurt you. I never meant to, I promise you that. I don’t know what I would do if you died. I would never be able to live with myself,” he hiccuped. “I already can’t live with myself for knowing that I put you in such emotional and physical pain.”

You shifted yourself to him as much as you could, wrapping your good arm around him.

He hugged you carefully, not wanting to hurt you.

I love you’s were passed between the two of you, small kissed being placed on each others faces and lips.

For the first time in many nights the two of you went to bed together, the love between you stronger than it had ever been.

Superpower (2) - Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Originally posted by dailymarvelstories

Words: 973
Pairing: Pietro Maximoff x Reader
Warnings: none
Requested by: @sexymackstan
I’m crying!! Like just kill me now. Part 2 has to happen. You were stunned by pietro being back, you weren’t sure how or when, but all you wanted to do was kiss him and hug him. Wanda felt his presence and had came over. Clint owed his life to him. Pietro met his son the next morning. Just like a family you were meant to be.
Authors Note: OMG this turned out so cute and I really like it and oh my gosh they better bring Pietro back because I’ve run out of good gifs to use and I really need some more plus he’s my fave and I really need my sokovian bastard back. (Wink)

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You didn’t let go. Neither did Pietro. You hugged as hard as you could, and refused to let go. He put his hand under your chin and kissed you.

Oh, how you missed him.

You couldn’t believe he was alive. Three years, you believed that your husband was gone. Your son had gone three years without a dad, and you went three years being someone you didn’t know.

“Pietro…” You cried.

“Shh, do not worry, I am here. It’s real life.” He hugged you.

“How did this happen?” You asked.

He shrugged. “It is all thanks to the amazing doctors we know. They wanted to keep it a secret, from everyone. They did not want to give false hope, especially to our son.” Pietro said.

“For, three years?” You sighed.

Pietro sighed as well. “It hurt me everyday to know that you were still here without me, but it was a long process.”

“I’m so happy you’re alive.” You hugged him.

“You seem like you need some sleep, draga, have you slept recently?” He asked.

You shrugged. “It hasn’t been a good sleep since I lost you. Waking up with nightmares almost every other night…” You admitted.

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scyide  asked:

How would the husbands cheer you up when you're having a bad day?

I have so many husbands, this would’ve turned out longer than my senior speech lmao; I just went with my apparently default men, so I hope these are okay!

☆ Caesar ☆

  • Caesar’s all about cheering up sad girls, so naturally he’s all over his s/o whenever they’ve had a bad day. He knows them well enough to recognize even the tiniest signs that something’s wrong; maybe they’d taken a bit too long to respond to something he said, or maybe they’d looked away a bit too fast, but he just knows.
  • His s/o is busy, so he knows the best way to make them feel better is to just help them relax. He’ll draw up a warm bath for them, letting them soak as long as they want while he makes their favorite food for dinner, or gets something from their favorite restaurant. Or, if his s/o insists, he’ll join them in their bath.
  • One thing he knows that will always cheer them up is just letting them drape themselves over his lap so he can play with their hair; he’s gentle and it’s super relaxing, and it gives his s/o a chance to talk about what’s troubling them. He’ll offer advice where he can and if it’s needed, but for the most part he’s quiet, because he knows his s/o just needs to get it out of their system.

☆ Kakyoin ☆

  • Kakyoin’s attentive, but he’s not always the best at noticing the more subtle cues that his s/o needs some positive attention. He may’ve missed their sighs earlier that day, but he definitely notices how they’re slamming down their books and pressing their pencils so hard the lead keeps snapping.
  • He’s not used to the whole ‘cheering-up’ thing, since he spent so much time alone, so all he really knows to offer is a night at his house. He’ll make dinner for them, they can play video games all night- that’s his idea of relaxing, so he thinks it’ll help his s/o more than they realize, too.
  • He realizes that his s/o just needs an easy night, so he’s going to try and be subtle about it, but he’ll let his s/o win quite a few of the games they play. Usually their fierce competitions end in victories for him, so his s/o’s thrilled to finally be winning- especially given that he’s actually making it look like he’s still playing at his best, too. He’ll let them stay up and play until early in the morning, but eventually he drags them to bed, because sleeping wrong will probably throw their mood off again; besides, falling asleep against his chest is equally relaxing.

☆ Josuke ☆

  • Josuke’s eternally eager to keep his s/o happy, but he does understand that everyone’s going to have their bad days. Whenever his s/o’s upset, his first reaction is to ask the reasons behind it; he’s trying to be subtle about it, but really he’s wanting to know if his s/o is hurt or needs anyone beaten up. If they do, he’s on it in a heartbeat, and if they don’t he visibly relaxes.
  • He likes to do as much as he can to get his s/o’s mind off whatever’s bummed them out. His favorite choices are movies- there’s a drive-in theater not too far away that plays double features nearly every day in the summer, so that’s always a great choice. After that he always asks if his s/o wants to just drive for awhile; it gives them a chance to talk, be it about their problems or about something ridiculous and entertaining.
  • If his s/o’s feeling up to a group of people, he’ll invite Okuyasu and Koichi over too, so they can all play video games or go to the mall. If they do end up going shopping, he’s quick to buy some ice cream for his s/o too; sweets make everything better, don’t they? In the end, he just tries to pack a day full of enough enthusiasm to really take his s/o’s mind off everything.

☆ Rohan ☆

  • Rohan generally isn’t the first guy you’d go to if you’re in need of cheering up. He’s usually absorbed in his work anyways, so his s/o most likely won’t want to bother him- either way, though, he’s attentive enough to notice that something’s wrong. He drops his work and drags his s/o into his office, pulling them into his lap and just sitting there for awhile. They’re not hurt, are they? They didn’t lose their job or fail out of school? You wouldn’t expect it, but he’s a good listener, so he wants his s/o to tell him everything.
  • His voice is soothing, and he’s learned a lot from his work and travels, so he gives good advice too. He’ll just hold his s/o for as long as they need it, giving his opinion on the situation and offering to help in any way he can. He’s got money and influence, after all, so whatever his s/o needs, they can have.
  • Being Rohan, he’s not going to pass up on this chance for extravagance. He decides on the spot, he’ll take his s/o on a trip, wherever they want to go and for however long they want to be gone. His s/o can’t dissuade him, either; once his mind’s set, there’s nothing that can be done but go along. At the very least he’s going to buy some expensive new clothing and accessories for his s/o, because that’s something that always makes him feel a bit better. And besides, his s/o needs to be dressed absolutely fabulously for when he’s sketching them at some Parisian café next week-
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they’re like ocean waves Chapter 1 ♢ 2 (in prog)

☇ pairing: yoonseok (yoongi | hoseok), jihope (jimin | hoseok), side married!namjin (namjoon | seokjin)

genre: fluff, angst

☇ rating: teen+

prompt: bingo square - beach ; bwn june challenge - “Character B is a hotshot surfer entering the biggest surfing competition they’ve ever been in and Character A is the judge who seems to have it out for Character B.” ; surfer!hoseok

☇ word count: 4,835 


Jung Hoseok is a hotshot surfer entering the biggest competition of his life and Park Jimin is a judge who just saved his life (but who also actually hates Hoseok?). Hoseok isn’t very sure, all he knows is that Yoongi has been in love with him for years and now he wants to have a threesome with Jimin. Go figure.

Seokjin just makes sure that Hoseok doesn’t ruin all their hard work again.

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Day 11

Day 11 of 30, based on prompt “we’ve been married for 2 years now and u just had surgery that left u real fucking dopey and u keep telling me that u wanna take me out and marry me”

thank you @noukeeeh for tagging me!


Liam jumps as he wakes from his slumber where he sits in a rickety chair next to the hospital bed, his senses detecting a slight movement, immediately feeling wide awake.

“Zayn?” he asks quietly, not wanting to unsettle the other boy. “You awake?”

Zayn only groans, slowly blinking awake. He looks around the room for a moment, brows furrowed, before he lets out a small giggle. Liam isn’t too surprised, because the doctors told him Zayn might still be affected by the strong drugs when he wakes up. He expects Zayn to act a bit loopy.

“Hi Leeyum,” Zayn says, dragging Liam’s name out in that familiar way.

“Hi, babe,” Liam greets.

“Were you sleeping by my hospital bed?” Zayn inquires, smiling widely. “How romantic,” he teases, “almost like you’re in love wi’ me or s’mthing.”

Liam smiles at him, noticing how his words, though mostly clear, are definitely still affected by the medicine.

“Yeah, we’ve been here for hours, I needed some sleep, you dolt.” Liam’s voice is dripping with fondness, his hands gently stroking Zayn’s thigh. He’s glad Zayn got out of surgery well and is finally back to normal (well, nearly).

“Hours, huh? Well, maybe that deserves a reward, if you stay for so long. How about I take you out?” Zayn suggests with a dopey grin.

“Take me out?” Liam asks, surprised. They’ve been married for two years, it’s been a long time since Zayn asked to ‘take him out’.

“Yeah, like, on a date. I’ll be the perfect gentleman, I’ll even buy you flowers and bring you back before midnight. If it goes well, maybe we’ll kiss goodnight. If it goes really well, I just might start planning our wedding already. You’re proper husband material, y’know? Waiting by my bedside when I’m sick. You’d make a great husband. Yeah. Yeah, I’d marry you.” 

Liam is utterly perplexed, but can’t make himself stop Zayn’s rambling to ask what he’s on about.

“Actually,” Zayn says, his face lighting up as though he’d just had a revelation, “marry me. Like, I’ll take you out proper after but I need you to marry me.”

Liam can’t take it anymore, and interrupts Zayn’s monologue. “Zayn, babe. We’re already married. We’ve been married for two years — see that ring on your finger?”

Zayn lifts his hand, staring at it, amazed. “Oh. Okay.” He seems to think something over, hard, for a minute, before adding, “Am I high?”

Liam snorts loudly, unable to help himself. “Yeah babe, you’re on really strong meds.”

“Oh,” Zayn says again, satisfied, as if that answers everything. It does, Liam supposes.

“Y’know what?” Zayn asks, turning to look at Liam, eyes droopy and voice lilting with sleep.

“What?” Liam lays his hand on Zayn’s cheek, stroking it, and the other boy leans into the touch.

“I think… I think I’ll sleep now, yeah?” His eyes are already closing, and before Liam has the chance to respond, he’s asleep.

Liam looks down on the soft boy in the hospital bed, and thinks, he may just be the luckiest man alive.

[Mark] Teacher’s Pet (Chapter 100)

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It takes me a subhuman force to hide my surprise when I understand his first love is standing in front of me.

This is Mrs Cooper. The woman who used to make me the most insecure, before I overcame this feeling. And Mark is all over her, again. When I open my mouth to speak, my throat tightens.

I don’t want her to know I know what she means to Mark. I want to act like a confident wife, even if that’s totally not the way I’m feeling.

“Oh, yes. Mark told me about you.” I say, trying to keep my tome even. “You were his… english teacher, right?” I feign guessing.

“Maths teacher.” She corrects me.

“Oh, yes. Of course.” I reply. She turns her big, curious eyes to Mark.

“And I’m not Mrs Cooper anymore, but Mrs Blanc.” She informs him. She’s married, but that doesn’t reassure me at all. I don’t like the way Mark looks at her.

A black man comes between us, draping an arm around her waist.

“Cherie.” He says to her. She looks up at her husband and smiles. I hate her.

“Let me introduce you my husband Charles.” She says. The man gives us a polite smile and shakes our hands.

“Nice to meet you.” I murmur, feeling more and more uncomfortable.

“Charles, this is Mark, an ex student of mine, and his wife Abigail.” She explains to him.

“This is the last place I would have thought about running into one of her student.” He says in surprise, his french accent very thick. Melissa nods, her eyes going back to Mark again.

“He’s become such a gentleman.” She remarks, and at this moment I have no doubt of her attraction for him. The look in her eyes is telltale. She could be looking at him from head to toe while biting her lip, it would be the same.

“What do you do for a living?” Charles asks Mark, sealing the rest of our night. Mark starts talking about his business to Charles and Melissa, who are more happy to listen. Charles turns out to be one of the wealthiest estates agent in the world, which adds more businesses talk to the mix. During the whole time, I remain silent.

None of them, except Charles, try to pull me in the conversation. Melissa is hanging on every single one of Mark’s words, and he likes it. He keeps smiling to her, joking with her, not even looking my way for a second. I feel neglected.

As if that wasn’t enough, they sit at our table. Melissa lets me sit down next to Mark first, thwarting my attempt to sit between them. When I’m seated, she takes the free chair next to Mark, souring my mood even more.

She tells us she’s moved to France and met her husband in a coffee shop. She’s not a maths teacher anymore, but a trophy wife Wanting to remind Mark he’s married, I, from time to time scratch my nails on the back of his neck the way he likes, but it has no effect. He goes on and on about what happened in his life after he left high school, and doesn’t even mention me. And I’m the mother of his child.

When Charles asks if we have kids though, Mark’s face lights up considerably, and he’s very proud and excited to say we’re are expecting our first born. Melissa’s face hardens once she hears the news, but she loses no time to change the subject.

The older woman knows how to be subtle about her strategy, but I’m not oblivious. Mark starts talking to her again, and only her.

I sigh.

“Excuse me.” A voice at my side says softly. I turn my head and see the man who’s sitting next to me, whom I haven’t been paying attention to.

He’s gray but not that old, and has big and curious green eyes. He throws his arm over the backrest of his chair, turning his whole body to face me.

“Do you know Einstein’s theory of relativity?” He asks.

“Yes.” I reply, not sure where this is going. He frowns, taken aback.

“I have to admit that is not the direction this was supposed to take.” He laughs awkwardly. It’s my turn to frown.

“What was supposed to happen?” I ask him.

“You were supposed to say no, and I was supposed that me neither but that it could a fantastic topic.” He explains. I kind of want to ask him if he thought I was going to say no because he thinks all women are stupid, but my feminazi side is outweighed by my emotional state.

“But you do know the theory and so do I, so it doesn’t make it less of a fantastic topic.” He adds.

“Bring it on.”

He smiles.

“People say you could see the future if you fall into a black hole. Why?” He asks.

“Time dilation brought to the max. But I don’t believe that theory.” I reply without hesitation.

“Why not?”

“At 90 percent of the speed of light, the quotient of acceleration is about 5 times the normal speed of time. 100% shouldn’t make such a difference.” I explain to him. He raises his eyebrows.

“You’re not impressed that easily, are you?” He remarks.

“Send me into a blackhole.” I mutter, making him laugh out loud.

“I didn’t even introduce myself.” He says, stretching his hand out to me.

“Noah Musk, I’m an astrophysicist.” He says.

“Abigail Tuan, I’m a psychologist.”

“I heard depression and science were an unbreakable pair.” He remarks.

“Not when you’re underpaid like Einstein’s therapist was.” I retort. He laughs again.

“Does your husband get consultations for free?” He asks, glancing to the back of Mark’s head. I turn, only to see he’s still passionately listening to Melissa talk.

“He doesn’t like it when I go Freud on him.”

“I’d love you to Freud me out.”

I have to laugh.

“Ah, there’s a laugh.” Noah says appreciatively. “And a very beautiful one indeed.” He murmurs.

“I saw how bored you looked and challenged myself to make you laugh at least once.” He explains. Is it that obvious that I’m boiling inside because my husband is ignoring me to spend time with his first love?

“These events raise so much money for the shelter, but they can be so dull.” He says. “Would your husband mind if I offered you a glass at the bar?”

“Yes, he would.” I reply. Actually, I think making him equally jealous would vet me his attention. But I’m not sure that’s he right strategy. I’ve never had to do this before, because his eyes were always on me.

“At least it would make him stop ignoring you, wouldn’t it?” Noah says pointedly. I blush, embarrassed. He knows.

He knows I’m being neglected by my own husband. How embarrassing. If he noticed, other people might have to.

“I don’t drink alcohol.” I prompt.

“That shouldn’t be a problem.”

I turn around and squeeze Mark’s thigh, making him look at me.


“I’m going to get myself something at the bar.” I tell him.

“Okay.” He nods, his head quickly whirling around. I groan, rising from my seat. Mark doesn’t even notice me leaving with Noah.

Noah is a very interesting man, and he speaks english, he is my only source of entertainment for the night. He’s brilliant and funny, and it’s always better than being ignored.

Ten minutes in our conversation at the bar, I feel a hand on my lower back. Startled, I turn my head and find Mark standing behind me.

“Hey.” He says. In a reflex, I quickly glance at Noah, who his watching me. Mark follows my gaze, and when I look back at him, his stare is cooler. He’s glaring at Noah.

He moves his wrathful stare to me.

“What the hell are you doing?” He hissed. Uh-oh.

“She’s alleviating the boredom of being neglected.” Noah chimes in.

“By spending time with someone who knows how to appreciate such a beautiful and smart woman.” He says, his eyes drifting to me. Mark bristles, taking a threatening step towards the man.

“Get the fuck away from my wife, Noah.”

When Mark says his name, I understand the animosity he feels for him doesn’t date from tonight. They know each other.

“Oh, come on. You were so busy with Mrs Blanc that you didn’t even notice me sitting at your table.” Noah retorts pointedly. I have to admit that this man knows exactly how to get on Mark’s nerves. I feel incredibly embarrassed, because i didn’t know I was spending a good time with someone Mark hates.

“Another glass, Abigail?” Noah asks me. This man is so observant, he knows exactly what is going on.

“No.” Mark snaps, grabbing my hand.

“It’s not his fault if he’s right.” I mutter, stopping him in his tracks. When he slowly turns his slightly offended yet extremely cool gaze to me, I know he’s going to snap, blatantly in front of Noah.

“Well,” He prompts, letting my hand go.
“If you enjoy his company so much, who am I to prevent you from having your fun?” He says. I stare at him, shocked. He’s going to leave me alone with a man?

“I’ll see you later.” He says, addressing Noah one last cool stare before ambling off. I turn around and watch him, my mouth hanging open.

I am witnessing my own husband, Mark Tuan the irrationally jealous, possessive and over protective man, leaving me alone with a man he despises to go find his Mrs Cooper again.

I’ve had enough. I can’t stand this.

I turn around, my eyes starting to sting. My heart is breaking in thousand pieces, and it’s the most unexpected emotion, feeling so neglected, by him, by this man who used to be literally obsessed with me.

I can’t stay. I have to leave.

“Excuse me.” I mumble, storming past Noah who’s been watching me.

“Abigail, I’m sorry.” He calls after me, but I’m already crying and I don’t want to make a show of myself. I keep pacing away, trying to find the exit.

I manage to hail a cab and head back to our Villa. Not wanting to be too dramatic, I warn Mark via text and shut my phone. I cry throughout the whole journey back, still shaken, shocked and heartbroken.

When I get to our villa, I jump into the shower, making myself unable to make the difference between my tears and the water. I hate him. I hate him and I hate her.

After six fucking years, all the shit he’s put me through, everything I had to do to fix him, make him feel better, all the suffering, all the fights. For about a month, ever since I told him about the baby, I felt like all of that was behind us. She comes and everything crumbles down. I’m left drained, exhausted.

I drag myself out of the shower and wrap myself in a bathrobe. At the same moment, Mark barges inside our bedroom, huffing and puffing angrily. He glowers at my, his angry aura overwhelming me.

“Abigail, what the fuck is your problem?” He hisses. I fasten the lash of my robe and take a deep breath, feeling my emotions turning into a turmoil.

“You know damn well why I left.” I articulate. He point a threatening finger at me, his eyes furiously blazing.

“Don’t make this about me, you’re the one who wanted to spend time with this twat.” He says accusingly.

“I tried to enjoy myself, but I couldn’t knowing that all you wanted was to be with her all the time.” I retort.

“Who? Melissa?” He asks, frowning heavily. How oblivious is he? “You left because you were jealous of Melissa?”

“Well, yes!” I admit. He looks at me in disbelief, shaking his head.

“You’re seriously acting crazy.” He says to me. Of course I am. That is so my style.

“Well, don’t bother with me then. You’re so good at doing just that.” I mutter, not wanting to deal with him. If he thinks I’m crazy, a fight will take us nowhere. I’m wrong and he’s right.

“You left me to be with that prick!” He cries.

“What was I supposed to do?! Sit there in silence until you were done?!”

“Talk to me!” He shouts. “You don’t run off on your own like this, if you have a problem just come to me!”

“You were ignoring me!”

“I wasn’t!” He counters. Oh, that takes the cake! He wasn’t ignoring me. He’s oblivious, and he calls me crazy.

“Okay, whatever.” I say, wanting to cut the discussion short because I don’t want to cry again. I turn away from him,

“Why are you trying to make me feel bad by crying? You know you shouldn’t have ran off like this.”

“So it cancels out the fact you were flirting with her?” I ask, facing him again, my voice unstable.

“I wasn’t.” He repeats. I groan, shoving my hands in my hair.

“Mark, did you forget that I have a double license in behavioral sciences?” I remind him, taking angry steps towards him.

“So what? You saw my cock twitch?”

My blood boils through my veins, tears spring to my eyes, and I slap him across the face without hesitation

“Alright, I deserved that.” He admits quietly. I glare at him, tears running down my face, but I’m way too angry to sob.

“You know very well that I never get jealous for nothing.” I say, my voice trembling.

“But I also know that when you do get jealous you get irrational about it.” He retorts. Me? Irrational? Look who’s speaking.

“That sounds more like what you do.” I retort.

“Look, I don’t know if it’s because of your hormones or-”

“My hormones?!” I utter, offended. He dares invoking my hormones after he does this to me?

“Mark, you completely ignored me to talk to your first love all night!” I cry.
“I can’t begin to imagine how you would have imagined if it had been mine and I didn’t talk to you during the whole night just to be with him.” I remark.

“If that Taylor-”

“Tyler.” I correct him. He glares at me and opens his mouth to speak, but his phone ringtone cuts him off.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket, and when he looks at the ID, I see his jaw clench.

“Who is it?” I snap. When he doesn’t respond, a take a step towards him. The M that I read is enough for my blood to start boiling again.

Before I can take a closer look, he puts it back in his pocket.

“She just wants to know if you’re okay.” He says, raising a calming hand to stop me.

“You took her number?!”

“Along with her husband’s, he wants to order a-” He stops when I whirl around, storming back inside the bedroom, not wanting to hear more. He fucking gives all his attention to her all night, take her number, and I’m the crazy cranky pregnant woman.

“For fuck’s sake, Abby!” He calls after me. “Why can’t you just listen to me?!”

I turn to face him, fuming.

“So I can hear you say I’m wrong and I’m crazy and my hormones are making me cranky? No, thank you.” I spit. “Be honest with yourself, and then come talk to me.” I say before turning back around, walking in the closet.

“Fine. Walk away without listening, perfect way to handle problems.” He mutters. I open my robe and let it fall to the floor, the idea of being naked in front of him not even ringing any sexual bell, even as horny as I can get.

“You fucking took a number, Mark.” I remind him, grabbing a nightie.

“She was worried about you.” He retorts.

“Tell her to kiss my fucking ass!” I shout before throwing the cloth over my head.

“Very mature of you.” He mutters. I turn to face him, pulling the material down to cover myself. I give him the nastiest look I can manage.

“Now that you’ve seen her, you want more mature, don’t you?” I remark. He looks at me impassively.

“You’re delusional.”

“That’s what you’ve always been into, after all.” I shrug, turning away from him.

“I had forgotten why.”

When he says that, all words leave my throat. I stare at him in shock.

“You looked for it.” He says, a warning edge in his voice.

“Get out.”

“That wasn’t what was supposed to happen, was it?” He says, an it’s his turn to get nasty and mean. I start to tremble with rage.

“I was supposed to kindly listen to you say all those nasty things to me without saying anything, wasn’t I?” He provokes me. Well, yes! I’m actually the one who gets bitchy. I know I’m reacting like a spoiled brat, but I can’t help it.

“Get out!” I yell.

“Fine!” He says, throwing his arms in the air. He storms out of our bedroom, slamming the door behind him. I burst into tears, sinking to the floor, sobbing in both anger, pain and regret.


The next morning is hell. My eyes are red and puffy from crying all nigh, I’m even angrier than yesterday, my mood sour, acid even. As take a sip of my morning apple juice, Mark makes his appearance in the kitchen, in a T shirt and sports shorts. His face looks as handsome as usual, but I can tell his mood isn’t better than mine.

“Good morning.” He mutters, walking over to the fridge. I put my glass down and swallow.

“You’re not scared to talk to the cranky hormonal lady?” I ask quietly.

“I don’t have time for your bullshit, Abigail.” He sighs, swinging the fridge door open.

“I know that since yesterday.” I sass. He sighs again, taking a bottle of orange juice out and closing the door.

“Cut that shit.” He snaps.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re provoking me. When I loose my patience you’re going to start crying, making me look like a monster.” He mutters. I feign minding my own business as he pours himself a glass of orange juice, but the temptation is too big. I need him to admit he felt something yesterday. I need him to break my heart for good.

“Did you call her back?” I ask quietly.

“I told her you were okay.” He replies.

“Did you talk about the good old times when she taught you how to speak French and how to play the guitar?” I muse, tracing the edge rim of my.glass with mt forefinger.

“You’re getting on my nerves.”

“I’ve met women from your past before, and you’ve never reacted like this.” I remind him. I’ve seen classmates of his, uni buddies, but it was never like that, he was always politely distant.

“Let me get it straight,” He prompts, walking to me and leaning against the breakfast counter on the opposite side of mine.

“Do you think I’ll cheat on you?” He asks. As crazy as I can be, I don’t think he’ll sneak out to sleep with her while he’s with me. I believe he has that much respect for me.

“I think you’d break it off with me first.” I reply evasively, not wanting to sag no.

“Do you think It’ll happen?”

“No.” I admit eventually. “But I think you’ll keep thinking about her.” I add.

“I could tell you that I won’t and that I’m not, but you’re so sure about what you think you know.” He says bitterly. I hate how he makes me look like a crazy stubborn shrink, which is absolutely not what I am. I haven’t got my license yet.

“Why did you ignore me the entire time she was there then?” I ask him.

“I’m not going to lie, I did feel something.” He admits, making my heart tighten and twist violently.

“But it wasn’t anything physical or romantic.” He adds quickly. It doesn’t appease me. At all. I’m not that sure it wasn’t anything romantic. She’s his first love.

“She’s the only woman of my past who didn’t hurt me. I was just happy to see her.” He explains. He’s been ‘happy’ to see people before. If I had been jealous like this because of everyone he was ‘happy’ to see…

“It was almost like you had missed her.” I retort.

“I didn’t. I haven’t thought of her until yesterday-”

“And now you do?” I cut him off, challenging him. He sighs.

“You keep bringing her up.” He counters.
“But I don’t think about her in the way the think I do. Not at all.” He says.

“I’m not buying that.”

He rolls his eyes, bringing his glass to his mouth.

“Shrinks only believe their own diagnostics anyway.” He mutters.

“I beg your pardon?”

“There’s only so much bullshit I can’t take, Abigail.” He says exasperatedly.
“I understand I made you feel some kind of way yesterday, and I’m sorry. I don’t mind talking about it, but you’re stubborn and unreasonable.” He says. He’s oblivious, that’s why he think’s I’m being crazy.

“Stop provoking me.” He grinds out.

“Start by being honest with yourself.” I retort.

“You know what? I’ve had enough.” He snaps, turning on his heels and walking off.

“You were touching her, you were joking with her, you were making a spectacle of yourself for her, you were hanging on her every fucking word all the damned time.” I call after his back, and he stops in his tracks, slowly turning to face me.

“We both know very well what she means to you, so I’m sure we both know you were not just ‘happy’ to see her.” I tell him.

“It took me months at the beginning of our relationship to believe you really loved me and you weren’t trying to relive your past relationships through ours. I took me so long to trust you with this, to believe I was enough to make you happy, to stop comparing myself to them.” I say more calmly, struggling to keep my tone even. I feel like I’m taken back to our early days when I was so scared of being terribly hurt and used. I don’t want to feel so scared again. He watches me in silence, his eyes softer than before.

“And when I saw you with her, everything just crumbled down.” I whisper, not trusting my voice.

“I don’t have the strength to fight anymore. Not against her.” I declare. His brows furrow a little as he stares at me.

“Are you talking about leaving me?” He asks quietly.

“I don’t know, should I?” I shrug.

“I’ve done worse, Abigail.” He argues.

“No.” I shake my head, feeling the tears coming back again. “You’ve never made me feel like this before.”

“Abigail, we’ve been through all kinds of crap-”

“There’s only so much bullshit I can take.” I cut him off, because I have nothing better or more constructive to say. His brow cease and he stares at me, both angry and surprised.

“I see.” He says, the calm in his voice chilling. “So, you’re going to ask for divorce, three weeks after our wedding, over this.”

“I don’t know!”

“Let me know when you make up your mind, then.” He mutters before leaving.
Poison and Wine: A Sherlock x Reader Fanfic

Epilogue: The Final Problem

You shook your hands, trying to calm yourself down. You folded your hands together, biting your lips as you looked down. The white fabric hung loosely from your body, hiding your feet from your sight. You smiled a bit, smoothing out the peach ribbon around your waist.

There was a knock at the door, and you turned as Mary appeared. She was wearing a dress that matched the color of your ribbon, and she carried a huge smile on her face. “It’s time.”

You nodded, letting a small smile fall across your lips as you gathered your dress in your hands, walking towards your friend. You paused briefly as you began to cross the threshold of the room. “You don’t think we’re rushing, do you? This is okay, isn’t it?”

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