Enough for You
Sorry if there are any mistakes, I’m sick.
cw/tw- mention and confrontation of past toxic relationship, Michael being an absolute ass.
word count- 1,018
fandom- RedactedAudio
pair- David/Angel
Angel smiles down at the screen, shaking their head. The sun shines down on them from their spot in the coffee shop as they squint to get a better look. Heaven knows how Ash had gotten a selfie with both him and Davey in it- it sure as hell wasn’t willingly, that they were sure of.
Grumpy man <3
This little shit just sent me this. I am his fucking alpha.
They snicker. Shifting in their seat, they smile wider.
Their eyes take in the surroundings, and as they catch the gaze of someone sitting nearby they stop. Their heart drops.
They knew that cocky grin anywhere- that oily smirk that made their skin crawl.
They stare down at the ground, content on not facing him ever again.
A few minutes pass before their name is called. They hurriedly go to get the coffees- one for them, and one for Davey. Turning towards the door to leave, they pick up the pace.
And just when they think they’d make it out without a confrontation, a hand grabs their wrist.
“Shit.”
“I didn’t expect to see you again.” He had, seeing that they and Davey came here often as it was.
“Good to see you, Michael,” they try to tug their hand free, to no avail. “Goodbye now,” they add a bit more forcefully.
“Where are you going?”
“I don’t think that is any of your business.” He looks them up and down, lip curling.
“You know, David seems like a nice guy,” he clicks his tongue. “There were stuff between us that you fucked up, and now you want to pass it along to someone else?”
They draw in a sharp breath.
“Haven’t you done enough?”
They finally manage to pull their hand out of his grip, heart pounding in their throat. They shove through the doors and step outside.
“Why are you leaving? Haven’t you done enough of that?” They swing around to face him, breathless.
They didn’t want to yell at him- didn’t want to tell him about all the things that had driven them away. He wasn’t worth that.
They spin on their heel to leave.
“Oh, by the way, did you cancel the gym membership? I would ask you to pay for it, but it doesn’t look like you’ve been going.” They blink past the tears, frustrating at themselves for making him let them feel this way.
They keep walking, ignoring his shouts from behind them.
“Hey Angel,” they nearly drop the coffees they’d forgotten they’d been holding. “Hey,” they say immediately, enveloped by his voice. It was safe- one constant in their life.
He wraps an arm around their waist and his chest rumbles beneath their hands. “Get lost,” he growls.
He’d seen everything, they were sure of it. And Michael was standing right there.
He tightens his arms around them and lets them bury their face in his shirt.
“Let’s go home.”
***
David has started getting worried over the course of his three days back. Something wasn’t right with Angel and he knew that he’d have to talk to them about it soon.
About their ex and how he’d probably been the reason for that tired look in their eyes.
They were more quiet than they ever were around him, tapping their knuckles every few seconds. It was a nervous tick that they’d learned not to do as often anymore, but it was ever present now.
He’d thought that with his day off on Monday, they’d be able to catch up on the time lost.
Something just wasn’t right.
“Angel?” He knocks on the bedroom door, not having heard them in the bathroom.
“Can I come in?” No answer.
He pushes inside, walking in on his angel curling into themselves with their legs pulled to their chest. The floor length mirror sits opposite them, as if they’d sunk down in front of it.
“Hey,” he sinks onto his knees at their side. “Baby. Look at me.”
“I don’t want you to see me like this right now. I don’t want you to have to…” they trail off and look up at him slowly.
“I don’t like the way I look,” the words sputter out of them, tears rolling down their face. “I-I didn’t know how to tell you that I don’t-”
He trails a hand to the nape of their neck, resting it there. It’s quiet for a moment.
“What did he say?
“Davey-”
“I want to understand. I want to help,” he dips his head to be eye level to them, giving his full attention.
They seem to consider what he says, taking a deep breath before they speak again.
“He,” they swallow,” used to say a lot of things that made me feel… awful about myself. And today, I just- I was reminded of that and I just… don’t want to talk about it, okay?”
Their words are gentle as they wipe their cheeks. He gives a light squeeze as if to say I’m here.
“I feel like such an idiot,” they mutter. They glance at themselves in the mirror for a second and he would be the only to notice the flash of pain on their face.
He lifts himself up from the ground and sits on the corner of the bed. “Come here.”
They seem to avoid their reflection at all costs as they turn to face him. When they’re close enough, he pulls them into his lap.
“You,” he kisses a path down their throat.
“Are,” brushes a hand through their hair.
“More,” pulls their face closer.
“Then I could have ever asked for.”
They grasp at the collar of his shirt as though it is the only thing keeping them tethered.
“You are perfect to me, and I know you might not believe that,” his eyes darken. “But whatever that fucker said doesn’t matter.”
He seems frustrated and they look away.
“I have never been more happy than I am with you. I love you.”
He can see that bright light in their eyes returning and smiles, wide and unrestrained.
“I love you more, Davey.”
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