3 - when she could have anyone else?
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Getting a call midst your mid-day nap was not on your list of ideal ways to spend a Sunday.
Calming down the part of you that suggested taking the small buzzing device and chucking it out the window, you groggily reached for the offending item, not bothering to look at the caller ID before picking up.
Mind realizing it could be important, you managed to huff out a somewhat polite ‘hello’, doing your best to stay conscious regardless of the comfort of the soft sheets and warm sunlight surrounding you.
“Can you please explain how Less has no idea how she likes her coffee?”
The blaring voice of Ella rang through your speaker, you wincing at the loudness and pulling the phone away from your ear.
Audibly groaning, you wanted to cry.
Of course, of all the things you could be woken up for on a cherished day off, it’d have to be this.
Wanting to get the conversation over with as quickly as possible, you brought the phone back to your face, eyes closing as your head snuggled into your pillow.
“Is this really why you called?”
Apparently your response was not the one Ella was looking for, the blonde’s voice getting louder.
“HOW? How does Less not know her own coffee order? Explain, because this is absurd!”
“Ella…” This was not a conversation you would’ve liked to get into, wanting more than anything to go back to bed, to your dreamland, where there was no phones, no talks of coffee, and no Ella Toone.
“Listen Tooney, I have no idea. I think that question would be best answered by Alessia herself y’know? The person you’re currently hanging out with, as we speak, as of right now? The one you took from me on our one day off?”
Your frustration seeping through slightly, you willed yourself to calm down. Taking a breath in, you focussed on listening to the other girl’s response.
“She won’t tell me! She says it’s a secret between you and her and I can only know if you tell me!”
Shaking your head into your pillow, you muffled a soft scream before pulling away.
“Tooney, I want you to think back to all the times we’ve all gone out for coffee together...”
Giving her a second to recall the memories, you continued.
“Now, from all those times, how many times has Alessia ordered for herself?”
There was a pregnant pause on the other end of the line, it all finally sinking in for the midfielder.
“…you always order for her!” The revelation caused Ella’s voice to get louder and louder till she was practically yelling once again.
Sighing, you took a breath to calm yourself down.
“Yes. Good job. Great observation. Now, hopefully that answers your question because regardless, I’m going back to sleep. Goodnight Ella.” You didn’t bother waiting for a response, instead hanging up abruptly.
Gently chucking your phone to the other side of the bed, you pulled on your covers, getting comfortable once again.
Eyes closing, you left whatever little sleepiness you had consume you, sinking into the soft sheets.
Finally.
Or so you thought.
It was just as sleep was coming to you again, your eyes closing heavily, that the phone rang once more.
Cursing, you swatted your hand across the bed, eyes still closed. Finding it, you promptly turned off the ringer, the resounding noise disappearing.
Exhaling contentedly, you got comfortable once more, duvet tucked underneath your chin, Alessia's old hoodie the perfect cross between thick and thin for the slight chill in the air.
You were just about to fall asleep again, finding sleep coming to you in the tiniest hints, only to find yourself rudely interrupted by the default ringtone for what seemed like the hundredth time.
Audibly cursing, you grabbed your phone aggressively this time, swiping blindly at your screen until you could hear voices on the other end.
“Ella this better be good or I swear to God I’ll somehow accidentally end up tackling you with my studs up!”
“Now that’s not very nice of you, is it love?” That wasn’t Ella’s shrill voice…
“…Less?” You winced, your voice coming out a little quieter now. You did not want her to think you threatened Ella every time she called you, even though your girlfriend was probably well aware at how trying it could be to sometimes talk to the brunette.
“Hi baby.” You could hear the smile in her voice and you let out an audible sigh of relief.
You could hear Alessia chuckle. “You’re that excited that it isn’t Ella?”
“You don’t understand…I was in the middle of the world’s best nap, and out of nowhere she’s grilling me on your coffee choices! Me! When you’re there next to her!” You whined, making your voice heard.
“In her defence, I told her to call you…”
“Less, whyyyyyy…”
Hearing her melodic laugh at your complaining, you smiled.
“Anyways, I called you because I do need to order and I have no idea what to get.”
Rolling your eyes because of course, you grinned, running through your usual list of questions as you always did, before suggesting a drink to the blonde.
‘Hot/cold, sweet/a bit salty, spicy/sugary’ the basic low-down really.
Once. you had come up with a good drink for the blonde, you recited it to her, having her say it back to you once to confirm she had it correct.
You still couldn’t believe Alessia didn’t know what she liked and you told her as much, your shock carrying over the phone.
“It’s more fun when you do it for me,” the cheeky response the only explanation that you got. “Plus, it’s too hard to remember so many options when I could just ask my personal coffee connoisseur.”
Shaking your head in amusement, you hummed in response, glad that this was becoming a little tradition of yours.
“Anyways, I’ll let you sleep now. Have a good a nap, yeah?”
“Will do, just please ask Tooney to not call me,” you begged.
“I can do that…thank you and sorry for waking you! I’ll see you when I get home! I love you!”
Returning the sentiment, you gently put your phone on your nightstand, not even mad that sleep was evading you for the next couple minutes.
Smiling as you wandered off to dreamland again, you knew you were too far gone for the blonde, unable to fathom the thought of somebody else as your partner, indecisiveness and unwillingness to learn her coffee never a bother when it came to Alessia.
Really, at the end of every day, no matter what, you couldn't imagine yourself with anyone else but Alessia. In fact, you didn't want anybody else, the blonde your favourite person, the best part of you.
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thoroughfare: texas (kth)
I met you there in Texas, somewhere on the thoroughfare / On the side of the road in some torn up clothes, with a pistol in my pocket
Pairing: Kim Taehyung x Reader
Type: Multi-Part (1/5) ⇢ Masterlist
Word Count: 1.6K
Summary: You didn't have an escape plan when you left your old life behind, but you did come across a get-away car.
Content: (Series) American Roadtrip AU; strangers to lovers; slow-burn; angst; smut // (Chapter) References to past relationship violence (not depicted); hitch-hiking; mention of blood (heel blisters); reader has a gun in her possession (not used); tw: Texas.
A/N: This was originally going to be a one-shot, but now it's going to be a mini-series of vignettes! Here's state #1 on their 5-state trip West. Based on Ethel Cain's song by the same name.
DISCONTINUED
Freedom is a fickle thing.
You spent your whole life waiting to leave home. To live on your own terms, with what you owned depending solely on what you’d earned yourself. When you got on that bus in Birmingham, that’s what you thought you were driving towards: a new slate.
Independence that made your giddy stomach flip with anticipation — a roller coaster going up, up, up. You knew it wouldn’t be easy, starting over alone, but nobody said it would be this hard.
Not that you’d have listened if they did.
For a while, you made it work. You found a hole in the wall to live in and a job that filled both your pockets and your pantry. You made friends, and you made time for yourself. You took the knife you’d stolen from your brother on your way out of town and whittled yourself a place in the world. And you were fine that way, accountable only to yourself.
Free, you'd thought, free at last.
Then he came along.
That green-eyed, black-hearted son-of-a-bitch slithered around your heart like a copperhead, hissing honeyed words into your ear all the while. He was easy to love and that was precisely the problem. It made him impossible to leave.
The thought must have crossed your mind a hundred times or more. You repeated those plans like prayers in your head every night before you climbed in bed beside him. But you didn’t leave and then you couldn’t. Eventually, it became too difficult to tell what he gripped tighter: your finances or your wrists.
The only thing that hit harder than he did was the realization that you’d cornered yourself in a trap you'd built yourself. In doing so, you took a match and kerosene to any bridge leading somewhere familiar.
Safer.
Now, you stood on your front porch with all you could carry shoved hastily into a duffle bag. Burdens all slung over your shoulder; you took your first deep breath in recent memory. The thought spread over the open air when you exhaled a rueful laugh: if you had any matches left on you, you would’ve lit this place up, too.
Instead, you’d opted — for once — to extinguish a fire. You’d do the wise thing and snuff out the flame before the backdraft could turn you to ash, too. Tucked into the back of your Levis, unloaded, was the revolver you’d stolen from the lockbox under the bed. If he was stupid enough to look for you, he’d find it pressed between his brows.
Would he remember in that moment that he was the one who taught you to shoot?
You set out on foot from there, leaving everything too heavy to hold in your wake. With the hot wind cracking like a whip against your bare legs, every step you took was erased mere seconds after being imprinted in the dirt. Having no path back home — to him — meant there was only one way left for you to go.
Decidedly underfunded and underfed, you were thankful to be above water for the first time in a long damn time. The wind resistance made each step harder than the last, but you were grateful for the way it breathed life back into your bones. You greeted the burn of that effort like an old friend; with muscles no longer atrophied from all that time spent crouching in place.
So, you walked, and walked, and walked over that arid ocean until your blistered heels begged you to stop.
Three miles outside of San Antonio, you finally heeded their cries. You sat down, roadside, with your denim shorts in the dirt and your duffel bag behind you. Initially, you intended for that duffle to anchor you through unrelenting wind. Though forceful, it didn’t alleviate the heavy heat weighing down your shoulders. Thankfully, that duffel served a second purpose: it kept your tired frame from collapsing under the unforgiving, south-central sun.
The only chill to be found was the Ruger’s cool metal against the sweat-slicked small of your back. Despite its capacity for violence, its hard presence against your skin felt safer than the blanket you carried with you through childhood. It didn’t entirely prevent your eyes from scanning the area for any hint of movement — but it sure as shit helped.
As you watched dust swirl in miniature twisters across the cracked asphalt, you wondered if this town had always been so peaceful. Though run-down, it wasn’t as ugly a place as it felt. Maybe there was some timeline in which this could’ve been home.
Maybe —
As soon as that thought crossed your mind, the quiet you relished was replaced by the squeal of balding brakes. With a groan, you clambered to your aching feet just in time to eye the pickup truck slowing to a stop in front of you. Your right hand shielded your eyes from the glaring white overhead; your left moved slowly until it rested at the base of your spine.
Shit!
It wasn't loaded, but he didn't need to know that.
The stranger’s charming smile triggered something feral in the cellar of your brain. Fight or flight? He seemed to sense the panic in your pulse, even with the distance. Slowly, his hands left the steering wheel to be held where you could see them.
“Hey, baby, don’t run – I'll take you anywhere you need to go, so long as you can point me to the I-10.”
You blinked at him, then glanced down at your worn-out Doc Martens. By now, you were sure there was blood pooling in your socks. Worse, there was dirt sticking to every droplet of sweat on your body, turning all your hard-fought softness into something coarse.
If I end up dead, you thought, at least the truck I’d die in is air-conditioned.
With a shrug, you grabbed your duffel off the ground and tossed it into the truck’s bed. He was beaming at you through the window when you crossed back to the passenger side. He was magnetic, you’d admit, but you knew better by now than to trust a charmer.
His excited hand slapped the steering wheel as you settled in beside him and the way you flinched wasn’t lost on him.
“Ah, sorry to make you jump, doll. I’m just glad to have found someone out here,” He chuckled through a sheepish smile.
Rubbing his hand nervously over the back of his neck, he elaborated: “I’ve been driving around for a while, looking for a single soul to give me directions. Until I saw you sitting there, I thought I’d never get back to the highway.”
“What made you think I’d help?” You asked with a flat tone and furrowed brow.
If you could admit he was magnetic, you could admit that you were the opposite. Your stony gaze was more likely to repel others than attract them. The thing is, you neither wanted nor intended to be that way. His warmth was as confusing to you as his apparent faith in others.
Had he met “others”? Awful, the whole lot of them.
The stranger put the truck back into gear and resumed his southbound route. “You look like someone who knows where they’re headed,” He hummed, “Someone who wouldn’t steer me wrong.”
Your disbelieving cackle caused him to glance over at you. Even the bemused twitch of his eyebrow didn’t undermine the self-assured grin lighting up his face.
“The only place I’m headed is anywhere else.” With a sigh, you rolled your neck to face forward. Smirking, you gestured beyond the windshield, “And by the looks of it, you’re headed further away from the highway.”
“Shit!” He muttered. With no one nearby to get in the way — or, more importantly, to cite him — he abruptly turned over the double-yellow to correct course. His tires nipped at the gravel when he ventured slightly off the road. “See? Kismet.”
“Kismet?”
Another glance your way, another smile.
“Means fate,” He explained, though you already knew the definition of the word.
It was his hopefulness that confounded you, as well as the gratitude you didn’t do more than the bare minimum to earn. Then there was the way his uniquely boxy, mega-watt smile never seemed to leave his face. He held out his hand to shake before you could ask what the hell he was so happy for.
“Taehyung,” he offered.
You supplied him with your hand as well as your name. Then, you gave into the ongoing conversation he seemed so intent on having. “Where’s the highway leading you, Taehyung?”
“West,” was his reply and it earned him an eye roll and a snort. Of course, he was headed west; it was the only direction his chosen route could take him. Undeterred by your reaction, he looked back over at you and asked, “Wanna see it with me?”
“Why west?” You asked. Deep down, you didn't care. The only question bouncing around your skull was why me?
He had stars nestled in the warm brown of his eyes as he looked at you. That spark — that authentic, puzzling optimism — was the only reason you didn’t laugh right in his face when he answered: “’Cause love’s out there and I can’t leave it be.”
At this, you grimaced without meaning to. He couldn’t be that naïve, could he? Thinking he’d find some fairy-tale ending where the sand met the sea?
“Honey, love’s never meant much to me,” You started, but you quickly — and unexpectedly — turned on a dime when you watched the light in his smile start to waver, “But I’ll come with you, if you’re sure it’s what you need.”
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In which you and Leon get married - Too Close One Shot.
Today was the day.
In exactly six hours, you would officially be married to Leon.
You would officially be Mrs Kennedy.
Leon felt another wave of nervousness wash over him at that. He wasn’t nervous about marrying you. No, not at all. He was worried about what it meant when you would officially be tied to him.
You would become an even bigger target to the many enemies he had made over the past decade. But you knew the risks, and he had given you many outs leading up to this day. Not even that could make him feel at ease.
Still, he was overjoyed at finally tying the knot with you. And he would spend the rest of his life making sure you were happy, and most importantly, safe.
God knows he’d die a happy man, simply because he got to spend a portion of his life with you, the love of his life and the very reason he was here now.
He had pretty much given you full control over the wedding, insisting that he would gladly go along with anything you wanted and planned. You wanted something simple, small and quiet, and he couldn’t be more on board with that.
Leon only had a few people that he wanted there, some being Chris, Harvey, Claire, Jill and his mom. He was glad to hear that your guest list was small as well.
Since your dad pretty much controlled everything you did before you met Leon, you only had a handful of friends you were still in contact with from high school.
Despite your relationship not being a “normal” one since it started, you insisted that you do the whole ‘we’re not allowed to see each other the day before the wedding’ thing. Leon really didn’t care for tradition, that was obvious, but he went along with it just because you asked him to.
If you asked, he would deliver, and it was as simple as that.
God, he was whipped, and he had been since the day you opened the door in your shorts and fuzzy socks.
Leon found himself reaching for his phone from his place on the bed of your shared house, the quietness that surrounded him unfamiliar. Growing up, Leon had to listen to his dad scream at both him and his mom for hours on end, so he wasn’t used to being submitted to a large amount of calmness.
It was eerie, and he only was granted the bittersweet life of silence when he moved out and was forced to live on his own for a few years. That was way before he met you, and ever since you entered his life, you had successfully flipped his world back to the chaotic blur it was before.
That was probably why he couldn’t stop himself from calling you.
He needed to hear your voice, even though he’d be seeing you in just a few hours. He missed you.
“Leon?” You sounded both confused and excited, and he closed his eyes at the sound of your sweet voice.
“Hi, pretty girl,” he said quietly and opened his eyes, ignoring the ache in his chest at how badly he wanted to be with you right now. Just a few more hours…
“Hi,” you say back and he could hear some rustling in the background. Leon begged you to just let him stay in the guest room for a day and text you to let you know when he needed to go grab food or whatever so you could leave the room, but you insisted on staying at a hotel with your friend, Kim.
He hadn’t seen you in over sixteen hours, and he was briefly reminded of how it was like to be with you while you were still living with your dad.
Leon was selfish now and could barely make it a day without needing to see you. He couldn’t believe he used to be able to go weeks without so much as a phone call from you.
“What’s up?” Your voice brought him back and out of his own head. “Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts.” You were joking, but he could still hear the small bit of nervousness in your voice.
He shook his head, despite you not being able to see him. “No, never,” he answered and heard you sigh in relief. “I just missed you. Needed to hear your voice.”
Leon could picture the pretty smile that most likely took over your face at his words. “I miss you, too, baby,” you nearly whisper. “In a couple of hours, I’ll officially be yours forever. Or for as long as you want me.”
“Forever sounds good to me,” came his instant reply. “I love you, pretty girl. I can’t wait to marry you.”
“I love you,” you say back. “Now, let me get back to making myself look presentable for you.”
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Five and a half hours went by and it was considered a miracle that Leon had managed to make it that long, on top of the previous sixteen hours.
The sun was beating down on him, but he didn’t mind it one bit.
It was the middle of October, so the air wasn’t exactly hot, and it was shaping out to be the perfect day for a wedding. While you had been planning out your dream wedding since you were a little girl, Leon hadn’t put much thought into it.
A few months back when you were going over the beginning process of the planning, you had asked him what his ideal wedding would be like, and after pressing him with a few more questions, he simply said, “The only time I ever thought about getting married was when I was nine years old, and all I wanted was a Halloween themed wedding,”
While his words had been the truth, he had never expected you to take his idea and run with it.
Your dream wedding was relatively simple; a beach wedding with a small guest list and good catering.
Leon wasn’t sure how you could’ve possibly been able to combine the two, but you did.
An autumn themed wedding on the beach.
He was pretty much hooked after that.
Your friends and the venue workers had spent countless hours setting the whole thing up, and Leon knew you would fall in love with how it turned out.
He had given you full control over the flower choice, because come on, and you had chosen roses. Red, orange and yellow roses were scattered around the beach, and petals lined the aisle right up to the small platform he was currently standing on.
Leon didn’t know that orange and yellow roses were even a thing until now, but he was quickly becoming fond of the flower, simply because you had chosen it.
Dark red ribbons lined the backs of the chairs and wrapped around the pillars of the dining section, and black lanterns were placed on the middle of the tables. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, this was pretty much exactly how his nine year old self pictured his future wedding, minus the zombies and chocolate milk fountain.
You had somehow managed to take his idea, mash it with yours and create the perfect wedding.
The arch behind him was littered with the roses and pinecones, and a few feet behind that was the ocean. Even the waves were calm today, creating the perfect backdrop to your unitement.
From where he stood, Leon could see yours and his house, and he couldn’t wait to take you back there once you were married. Beside Leon stood Chris, and Harvey was next to him, as he waited for your arrival.
While Leon didn’t have very many friends from high school, and he’d like to think that was because he dropped out not even halfway through it, the few he managed to make and somewhat keep in contact with were sitting on the right side of the aisle. Claire and Jill were in the second row, the two barely being able to stay seated due to their excitement. The friend he had stayed with for a while after moving out of his parents house, Mitch, was there, too, as well as his mom, who looked nothing short of beautiful as she gazed up at him with unshed tears in her eyes.
It was so like her to cry before anything actually happened, and Leon found himself smiling at that fact.
The smile was instantly wiped from his lips when she suddenly stood up, licked her thumb as she stepped up onto the platform, and began wiping at his face. “Jesus, mom,” he groaned as he put his hands on her hips and gently pushed her away. He swiped the back of his hand over his now wet cheek with a grimace as Chris and Harvey snorted beside him. “Was that necessary?”
She grabbed a tissue from her clutch and ran it along his face before stepping back off the platform. “Sorry, Leon, but I won’t let my son get married with a sand covered face,” she smiled at him as she sat down again, the seat next to her empty.
While Leon still didn’t care for his dad, he let his mom know that he could come if he felt the need to, and she assured him that she would pass the message along. He wasn’t surprised to see that his father had passed on the opportunity to see his only kid get married, and he was also somewhat glad.
On the left side of the aisle were some of your childhood friends, as well as your highschool friends. Towards the back rows were a few older men and women, all being friends of your mother who had stayed in touch with you long after she passed.
Sometimes Leon believed you didn’t know just how many people had your back and cared for you, and this was just further proof. You had sent out the invitations, completely convinced that they wouldn’t show up, but here they were, more than happy to share this day with you when your mom couldn’t.
Towards the front of the row was your grandparents, both on your mom and dad’s side. As far as they knew, you and your dad had a fallout after your mom passed, and that was why he wasn’t here to walk you down the aisle.
In his place was your mothers dad, his features much like hers but aged, and Leon was glad you would have at least a piece of your mom here with you.
Nearly half an hour passed when Leon was informed that you were here and that the ceremony was about to begin. At that, Chris turned to face his friend, straightened out his tie, then slapped him on the back. “You ready for this?”
“Beyond ready,”
It was only a few seconds after that when Alyssa, a friend of yours, walked down the aisle with a bouquet of red and orange roses. She wore a peach colored dress and silver heels, her ability to walk on sand in them being more than impressive.
She stood off to the left of the officiant, followed by Kim, another friend from high school, and the one who had stayed at the hotel with you the night prior. Kim wore a knee high dress that matched Alyssa’s, but her bouquet held red and yellow roses.
Then there was you.
You, who looked effortlessly beautiful in your long sleeved dress that looked like a modernized version of the one he saw your mom wearing in the photos at your old house.
The sleeves were lace, as was the skirt part of the dress, while the chest part of it was a solid white. Your veil was lace, too, and looked so pretty from its place above your low bun. Curled side bangs frame your face, and Leon felt his heart get caught in his throat when your eyes finally met his.
While he originally felt weird about the formal tux he was not used to wearing, the sight of you wearing something just as, if not more, formal had his thoughts and doubts put to rest.
In the hand that wasn’t holding onto your grandfather was a bigger bouquet, filled with all three colored roses, and he could see the way your ring sparkled in the sun as you made your way down the aisle.
A permanent smile was on your lips as you held eye contact with him the whole way down, only breaking it when you turned your head so your grandfather could kiss your cheek.
Then he handed you off.
Kim took your bouquet as you held Leon’s hands in yours, blinking away oncoming tears as you waited for the okay to begin saying your vows. He glanced down and smiled at the sight of your necklace, the one he had given you seven months into the relationship.
Unable to stop himself, Leon tugs you forward and presses his lips to your forehead in a lingering kiss, one that left you grinning up at him when he pulled away. It was then time for him to say the words he had memorized months ago, “Y/n,” he began, and the rest of the world quickly washed away as his eyes met your tear filled ones. “I would say I don’t know where to begin, but something tells me I’m not allowed to lie at a time like this.”
You laughed, the sound making his face heat up and his ears ring at how sweet you were in all definitions of the word.
“I remember the exact moment I fell in love with you. Your hair was messy and you looked so caught off guard when this random guy showed up at your house. Even though I looked a lot worse than I do now, you still welcomed me with open arms, which is something you should never do, by the way,” his eyes strayed from yours for only a second to cast a wary glance at the guests, who all just laughed quietly. “We talked for hours and you had me thinking about things I hadn’t thought about in years by the end of the night. You had me thinking that love was real and that I might’ve just experienced it for the first time in my life. I can tell you now that I was yours from that night on.”
Your eyes filled with more tears, and Leon reached one hand up to caress the side of your face.
“I fell in love with you from the second I met you, and every minute I’ve spent with you since then has been a dream. Growing up, I didn’t think I could ever get out of my own head and put myself out there enough to be able to find someone and settle down. You proved me wrong with one look, and I am forever grateful for that. I’m grateful for you and everything you are,” his thumb wiped away a tear that fell from your eye as you gazed up at him as if he was your entire world. “You’re my person, my better half and the reason I’m able to stand in front of our friends and family today as a changed man.”
From behind him, Harvey quietly cleared his throat and if he could see his face, Leon was sure the brunet was holding back tears of his own.
“You changed every negative thing about me and turned them into positives. Every outlook I have on life has been altered because of you, and I find myself excited for every new day ahead of me as I know you’ll be right there to spend it with me. I love you more than I ever thought was possible, and I can’t thank you enough for the man I’ve become since I met you,” he took your hand in his again as he finished up, “I promise to spend every second of every day of our lives making you as happy as you make me. No time in the world will ever be long enough, but I will spend the rest of my life cherishing you and continuing to love everything you are. I promise that I will take care of you and protect you for as long as I live.”
Leon wanted to ensure you that as long as you were with him, he would do everything in his power to make sure you were safe. He was still nervous about the whole idea of you becoming his wife, because of his past, but he was also prepared to give up everything to keep you in his life, his own safety be damned.
When he is done, you take a shaky inhale as you fight off more tears. “Wow, Leon, I’m supposed to top that?” You ask under your breath. He just smirks at you and shrugs, his thumb running over your knuckles as you try to compose yourself. “Leon, I was a shell of a person when I met you. I tried so hard to be the person others expected me to be, and along the way I lost sight of who I really was. Who I am. Not only did you bring me back, but you helped me become the best version of myself. Because of you, I know who I am and what I’m meant to do. I’m convinced I was supposed to meet you, fall head over heels in love with you, and stand before you today, where it’s acceptable to brag about just how good I have it in front of everyone we know.”
Leon couldn’t hold back the grin that took over his face, and he tugged you even closer.
“And it’s true. You are, by far, the best person in my life, and you have been since the minute I met you. You are everything I could ever want in my life, and there aren’t enough words in the world that are strong enough to describe just how much you mean to me, and just how much I love you,” you pause for a second to quickly take a breath before you started full on sobbing in front of your friends and family. “My future looks bright when I know I’ll have you by my side every step of the way. Nothing else matters when I’m with you.”
You adjust your hands so your fingers are laced with his.
“I’ve never had this much fun, never been this excited about anything before I met you. You’re everything, Leon Kennedy. You’re my world, my soulmate and the one person I want to spend the rest of my life with. I love you today, tomorrow and forever, which looks amazing as long as it’s with you,” you needed to wrap it up before you weren’t able to hold back your tears any longer. “I vow to spend the rest of our lives being your number one supporter, your greatest fan, and the person you turn to when things get tough. I can only hope I am able to make things even a little bit easier for you, because loving you has been the easiest thing I’ve ever done.”
In a rare sight, Leon’s eyes were lined with tears as he locked his jaw to stop his lip from quivering. He tears his eyes away from yours and looks over at the officiant, who gestures for Chris to hand him the rings. Leon takes the band from him and slides it onto your finger, the sight of it matching your engagement ring making a warm feeling fill his body. “I love you,”
“I love you,” you say back as you slide the bigger band onto his finger.
The ceremony wrapped up with a few words shared by the officiant, and when Leon was told he was allowed to kiss his bride, he went all in. His hands found either side of your face as he leaned down to place a searing kiss to your lips. Your arms wrap around his middle as the sounds of cheers erupted around you.
Leon’s hands slid down your body and grip your waist as he deepened the kiss, taking you with him as he stood to his full height. He lifted you off the ground just slightly, making you wrap your arms around his shoulders with a small laugh against his mouth.
He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours for a few seconds before guiding you into two more quick kisses. When he set you back down on the ground, he took your hand in his as he led you back up the aisle.
After signing a few papers, Leon was leading you towards the dining tent. You had promised him you had gotten into contact with the best catering company possible, and had given them both yours and his lists of what you wanted.
Keeping true to your untraditional wedding, you skipped over dinner and went to cut the cake first. You always had a bit of a sweet tooth, so Leon wasn’t all that surprised to feel your hand tug on his as you led him over to the table.
His arms were wrapped around you as he helped you cut the biggest cake he had ever seen in his life, his body gently swaying against yours. The flavor was still a mystery to him, but just the outside of the cake had him eager to find out what was hidden inside it.
It was wrapped in white fondant and had little red, orange and yellow roses made out of icing placed delicately on each tier. As you cut into it, he caught sight of the peach colored cake. He hummed as he dipped his head down so his lips were brushing against the side of your neck, “Let me guess,” he trailed off, gently sucking your skin, but not hard enough to leave a mark. He would save that for when he took you home. “Peach?”
You shake your head with a grin. “That’s not a very fall flavor, is it?”
Oh, so you had really taken his one idea and ran with it.
He guided you towards one of the tables, pulling you down so you were sitting on his lap instead of the chair beside his. Harvey, Chris, Kim, Alyssa, Jill and Claire were sitting at the table as well, but Leon barely glanced in their direction as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you against his chest.
You snuggled against him as you held the plate in your hand, bringing the fork up to his mouth and grinning when he ate the cake without question. After you set the fork down, you raise your hand to wipe away some frosting from his lip with your thumb. “Any guesses?”
Leon shook his head, leaning forward to rest his chin on your shoulder. “No idea,” he answered, licking the frosting from your thumb. “But it tastes good.”
You grin again and open your mouth when he takes the fork and feeds you a bite of the cake. Humming, you press a kiss to his lips, “It’s apple and hazelnut,”
Leon kisses you again in response. “I love it,”
You set the plate down on the table and wrap your arms around his neck. “Just wait until you try the pumpkin cheesecake,” you whisper against his mouth, the quiet groan that left his lips making your body react with need. “And the ginger cupcakes. And the caramel squares.”
Another groan escapes his mouth as he pulls you even closer to him. “Are you trying to turn me on, pretty girl?”
You laugh quietly, tangling your hands in his hair and making it messy. “Is it working?”
He nods and kisses you again. “All of that sounds amazing, baby,” he says in between kisses. “But there’s something else I’m dying to taste, too.”
Your face heats up and you give him another chaste kiss before pulling away and sitting up. “Sorry,” you managed to say as you felt yourself beginning to feel flustered. “But that’s just going to have to wait until we get home, husband.”
Yet another groan leaves him as he runs his hands up and down your sides. “Say that again,”
Grinning, you eat another forkful of cake before murmuring, “Husband,” and holding up your left hand, wiggling your fingers as your rings reflected off the string lights.
Leon runs the tip of his nose along your jaw. “I have one more hour in me, at most,” he warns, only half serious. “Then I’m taking you home, wife.”
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Stating again that this is based off the events that took place in the Too Close series ♡ | This is not a stand alone imagine.
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