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Fix You Fix me (Bill Skarsgård! Eric Draven x Female Reader) (Au)

Read Chapter 9 here / Series Masterlist

Chapter 10

Summary : After getting your heart broken you lose your way again.

Warning: Fat shaming, body shaming, manipulation, domestic violence, child abuse, cheating, reader lacks bit of a spine, emotional abuse, reader's weight will be mentioned because the fic demands it

As Eric walked home, he glanced at the bobblehead every few steps, its head bouncing in rhythm with his stride, drawing a smile from him. But the smile faded as a nagging feeling crept in. He pulled out his phone, took a deeper breath, and dialed Regina’s number.

She didn't pick up on the first try so he called again, this time she did .

“Hey can we meet? I need to talk -”

He said to her, his tone was urgent, she was silent for a moment.

“Is it about the competition?” she finally asked. He wished it was but it wasn't her absence that bothered him today.

“So you did remember it huh?” He asked her.

“Of Course I did, I'd never forget anything that's important to you baby”

He sighed at her words. Deep down, he’d always known he and Regina had nothing in common. They were completely different people. He never intended to start anything with her but she was persistent with him, and eventually, he gave in, partly in an attempt to move on. Still, the unresolved emotions that had recently resurfaced left him feeling uneasy, almost as if he were betraying her emotionally. And that wasn’t the kind of man he wanted to be.

He couldn't be that person and disappoint his mama who thought the world of him.

“I'll come to your place” he said to her and before she could even deny it, he hung up.

And it went exactly how he thought it would, She cried, she then began to hit him for breaking her trust and her heart so he grabbed her by the shoulders to keep her subdued.

“You're nothing without me Eric-” She said to him as she pushed him away crossed her arms and began to smile between her tears.

“You think just because you qualified this stupid round, you'll win this competition? Have fame and women falling at your feet? You're wrong-” his jaw clenched but he controlled himself.

“Look Regina..i never wanted to hurt you but you know this relationship isn't good for us.. I'm not even a good boyfriend-”

“Ohhh it was good for you when you wanted to fuck me-” she scoffed “Now that you're done using me, you're leaving huh” he looked at her surprised as she went there.

“It's not about that” he paused before he spoke again “Do you think I don't know about it? You're not in love with me, and I'm not the only one you're seeing, am i?”

Her eyes widened as he said that.

“Wait..no that's not true…whatever she said to you..she's lying -” she said, panic rising beginning to build up in her chest.

“Who's lying?’ he asked just to confirm.

“Y/n.. she said something to you didn't she..he's just a friend, she saw something and found an opportunity to make up a lie-”

“She didn't say anything..Chance did..he saw you this evening with someone else-”

Her mouth hung open as he said that. That's when she began to cry again, she suddenly stepped closer to him and clutched onto him, asking him to forgive her but he had already checked out, he'd rather be alone than be with someone that stressed him out the way she did. A relationship without love was like a suffocating sickness, one he had witnessed half of his life, he saw his mama suffer through it and he didn't want to become the man his father was.

Ruining lives in his wake without a single thought and care.

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It's been three days..three days since the night you caught her text on Jake's phone. Three days of you staring at the ceiling, your heart felt as if it would cease to beat any moment.

You couldn't believe it, where had you gone wrong? You tried your best, then why did he cheat? He told you that it was just a mistake, that he was drunk at the Gala and he missed you and she was there and it just happened.

But now you knew that was another lie, his whole demeanor changed when you refused to forgive him, his ego came up, he told you how you'd never find anyone again, certainly not anyone of his calibre..he called you fat and ugly and how you embarassed him, he told you how it wasn't him losing anything here and probably he was right. Because your whole world had turned upside down.

Your phone was filled with messages and missed calls from Eric, also Chance. Your mother had sent a long paragraph of how disappointed she was in you, Jake probably called her and told her you were overreacting like always.

That night your door finally buzzed, you didn't want to move but it kept buzzing so you finally got up and let whoever it was in..you opened the door before stepping into the kitchen, pouring yourself another glass of wine.

When Eric entered your door finally, he saw the condition you were in, your hair was uncombed, you hadn't showered since that night, your eyes were swollen from all the crying. He should have come here when you missed the first session.

He saw the boxes of takeouts scattered all over the coffee table.

“What happened?” He asked so you chuckled in response.

“Do you want some wine…it's a good wine”

“Y/n..talk to me” your eyes welled up as he said that. How were you supposed to talk about it, everytime you even thought of that text, that picture, your heart broke in pieces all over again.

“Turns out Maura isn't just a work friend.. who'd have known right?” you chuckled dryly.

“You're allowed to grieve. But you can't shut everyone out like this-” you cut him off for once as you didn't want to hear an uplifting speech.

“What's the point anymore? Eric? What's the point? If the man I love doesn't love me, if he cheats on me, if I'm not good enough..then what's the point?”

“He doesn't deserve you, she's not the only one in his life” he said to you, your eyes widened, but not in surprise. In shame, of course she wasn't the only one. A part of you knew that already.

“What?”

“I saw him with someone else a few weeks ago” your mouth hung open as he said that “I should have told you…I just didn't know how-”

You wanted to be upset, you wanted to yell and scream but then you felt like a hypocrite because you have been doing the same to him

“Well Your girlfriend is cheating on you too you know -”

“I know..we broke up” he said nonchalantly.

“Great..you are doing alot better than me it seems-”

“Look just come to the gym..work up a sweat, you'll feel better-” you couldn't help but scoff as he said that.

“Are you kidding me right now? The only reason I wanted to do it was because of him, because I didn't want to embarass him anymore, there is no point in making myself suffer through your torture if nobody cares about it..not one person..not Jake..not my parents..no one cares”

His eyes teared up as you said that but he knew you were hurting and lashing, it wasn't personal. He didn't want to take it to heart.

“I care…does that not mean something?”

You scoffed again between your tears as he said that.

“I pay you 1200 a month to care..”

Eric’s jaw tightened at your words.

For a moment, he didn’t say anything, for once you saw different emotions flickering in his eyes, ones you had never seen before or cared to notice. You knew you had said something completely out of line to him but at this point you were too far gone to care.

“Right, that's all it is to you isn't it?” he said softly. He turned around to leave but paused at the door.

You opened your mouth, maybe to take it back, maybe to say you didn’t mean it because you didn't, you were just angry and hurt and you were taking it out on the wrong person, you wanted to apologise but the words didn't come. He paused with his hand on the knob.

“The day you will stop feeling sorry for yourself will be the day you'll realise that you're worth so much more than what your boyfriend or anyone else think of you.. and when you do, come back, the door to The Crow will always be open for you”

And then he was gone, leaving you to sulk in self pity, it was as if your world revolved around Jake, he was the Sun and now he was out of your sphere, and you didn't know who else to turn to, a part of you wanted him to come back, maybe beg for your forgiveness, you might have forgiven him too but would you ever feel the way you used to? Would you trust him? Would you ever look at him and not wonder if he was sleeping with someone else? Would you ever be able to look at yourself in the mirror again?

You stopped going to the gym after that, completely quit it. Fitting into that red dress was your motivation, the dress that you wanted to wear when you'd finally meet his parents. What was the point now, anyway? The motivation that once kept you dragging yourself out of bed for 6 a.m workouts had evaporated, along with your appetite for self-discipline. So you barely slept, ate whatever was easy and that involved cheeseburgers everyday. Days turned into weeks and then months.

The mirror became something you avoided entirely.

You stopped checking your phone, too. Messages from Chance eventually slowed, then they stopped. He gave up too. Who could help you if you didn't want to help yourself? Jake, of course, had moved on quickly, he didn't have to hide anymore, he did send you a few messages, asking you to reconsider, when you didn't respond he stopped too.

The ten pounds you’d worked so hard to lose in seven weeks? You gained them back and some more. The sweats you lived in now clung tighter. Your face looked rounder in the few reflections you couldn't avoid because you had to get ready for work.

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It was a Sunday afternoon when you finally left the apartment for anything other than work. You wandered the grocery store aisles like a ghost , feeling disconnected, going through motions. You hadn’t been back in weeks as you had been eating junk only. You grabbed frozen meals you didn’t care about, snacks you didn’t need, and found yourself in the cereal aisle, staring blankly at shelves.

That’s when you saw her.

A woman in a motorized wheelchair…she seemed to be in her fifties, she was beautiful and had long brown hair. She was reaching toward the top shelf, trying to knock down a box with the string of her purse so you stepped towards her.

“Let me uhhh …just” you said softly, taking the box down she was looking at and offering it to her.

She gave you a grateful smile, her eyes bright despite the lines around them.

“You’re a lifesaver for shorties like me”

You smiled as she said that. She seemed positive about her condition.

“No problem at all” you murmured, unsure why her sweetness made your throat tighten.

“Having a rough week?” she asked so you chuckled.

“That obvious?”

“Comes with age.. whatever it is I'm sure you're strong enough to overcome it”

You gave a nod but before you could respond, another woman came jogging around the corner.

“There you are! I told you not to leave the produce section” She said to her, you could see she was worried.

“Oh, hush, Stella,” another woman chided with a roll of her eyes “I wasn’t lost, I was making conversation with this beautiful young lady” she paused and turned to look at you. “I'm Patricia by the way, this is Stella..my friend and caretaker”

“Hi…I'm y/n” you introduced yourself too. Her expression changed..just for a second. Something flickered behind her eyes as if a doubt she had was confirmed now.

She continued to talk to you as you all moved from aisle to aisle, there was a certain ease about her, a part of you thought you had seen her somewhere but then you figured you must have run by each other since you shared a locality.

For reasons unknown even to you, you ended up at her apartment for a cup of coffee and the promise of the best cookies in the world. That's what her son tells her.

The apartment building was in a fancy posh area a few streets down, unlike yours, it was well kept, and had gated security. Her apartment was on the ground floor.

“My son looked for ages until he found this one-” Patricia said to you as Stella unlocked the door.

“Thoughtful of him” you smiled politely.

As soon as you entered, the place smelled like cinnamon and tea leaves, the kind of comforting scent that made you ache unexpectedly. You stepped inside, removing your shoes.

“Make yourself at home” she mumbled politely so you nodded “Stella help me with the snacks..I'll make tea” She said as she wheeled herself into the kitchen.

You sat down on the couch but then your eyes fell on the photographs hanging on the walls and the dressers.

Pictures of Patricia, Some with Stella, some along with a boy with sharp cheekbones and a crooked smile.

Your heart caught in your throat.

You recognised that boy.

It was Eric.

You stepped closer to the wall, staring at a photo of him with Patricia, it was taken recently because he still had the same haircut unlike his teen years when he had full hair, he was sitting on the floor..she was oiling his hair or giving him a massage, there was a smile on his face, the kind you had never seen before.

“That's my son Eric..he has his own gym at the 5th block in the west.. The Crow…heard of it?” Patricia said from behind you, gently placing the tea tray down. Stella accompanied him. Her son. She was the woman he was speaking to on the phone that day wasn't she? The one who adopted him.

“Yeah I used to go there..” you gulped, eyes tearing up as the memory of that night kicked in. What you had said to him. How you had taken his kindness, his support for granted and turned it ugly.

Later that night when you reached home, You finally built the courage and stepped on the scale.

155.9

You stepped off the scale and then did it again, as if that would change how much you weighed. Same number. Then you took your clothes off. It barely moved 155.4.

Your stomach twisted.. not just from the number, but from what it represented. How far you had let yourself fall.

Tears burned at the corners of your eyes, but you didn’t let them fall.

You stepped off the scale, tied your hair up, and stared at your naked body in the mirror, you seemed worse than from where you had started this journey, you felt bloated, tired, and still hurting. But beneath all that.. something sparked... A flash of the woman you wanted to be, a woman you could be if you just worked hard at taking care of yourself.

You were getting better and stronger, he made you stronger, and then you gave up on it, on all of it. You wiped your tears and dressed up, the only legging that used to fit didn't even fit anymore. You didn't want to cut off your blood supply so you opted to wear a trouser instead.

Then you grabbed your old gym bag from under the bed and began stuffing it with your water bottle, your wallet and shoes.

Took ten minutes to brisk walk to the gym and you were breathless by the end of it.

As you entered you realised he was in the process of closing up. Your fingers clutched around the strap of the bag, a part of you wanted to turn around and leave but another knew it was now or never.

The moment he saw you from the glass door, he paused, then he entered the front desk area.

“Ummm I'd like a membership” you said to him, acting as if you didn't know him. You felt just the way you did the first time but somehow worse. You surely were 5lbs heavier.

“You're already registered, just pay the monthly fee” he said to you so you pulled out your wallet and passed a hundred dollars bill to him.

“Ummmm I need a trainer.. Do you have a slot open?” Your eyes teared up, lips almost trembling, fearing that he'd reject you. He walked around the desk and then he did something unexpected, something you didn't know you needed so badly.

His arms wrapped around your shoulders as he hugged you. He wasn't your trainer anymore, not for another few minutes so he needed a moment of levity to let you know that you weren't alone in this.

After a moment of shock your arms wrapped around his waist. And then you cried, you cried for minutes until you couldn't anymore.

“You said to come when I stop feeling sorry, but I still feel it..I still feel awful and I pity myself” you mumbled, Your tears soaking his shirt.

“I know you do..but it takes time. It's not magic, it won't happen overnight, you need to be patient. One step at a time okay? And you took one tonight so you have already begun” he mumbled softly, his voice kind and gentle..

Then he slowly pulled away.

“Help me Eric..fix me” you mumbled as you wiped your tears, determined to not give up this time “And I’m so sorry”

“For what exactly?” he asked you.

“For saying what I said that night. For… lashing out at you when you were just trying to help me. For taking everything you did for me and throwing it back at you like it didn’t matter at all when it meant everything. It did. You're the only person who has ever believed in me”

Your voice choked on your tears, he teared up too.

Meeting his mother today, you knew now, he wasn't just kind to you, or his clients, he was a good man, working tirelessly so he could spoil his mother, offer her luxury she never had before. That's why he needed to win that competition.

“You don't need fixing, you just need reminding, I'll help you, I'll train you. But you don't pay me this time, let me be here, as a friend okay? Is that okay?”

He asked softly and you nodded immediately.

“Next time you feel like quitting you come to me before and not after”

He wiped your tears from your cheeks before he stepped away from you and went behind the desk. He had a way about himself, a certain ease, he never made you feel embarrassed or conscious. You could see where he learned that trait from.

“I heard you made it to the finals.. congratulations” you said to him, you had seen a post on Instagram from NPC's official account.

“Thanks..it's next month”

“I'll be there this time” you gave him a small smile so he returned it. He had been waiting for this day, for you to wake up and choose yourself for once. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest but he didn't show, didn't show how happy he felt to see you walk through these doors again.

You watched as he pulled out your file from the drawer.

“Tomorrow 6 then?” you asked so he shook his head.

“Mmmm no… you're already here, we can start now”

“You were going to close-”

“Friend privilege” he said to you so you smiled, a genuine hearty smile that came naturally after three months.

That night as you finally laid down in bed, your muscles ached but in a good way. When he saw 155 on the scale, he simply noted it down, didn't make a comment, assured you that some of it was just water weight that you'll lose in two weeks.

Eric : No cheeseburgers for breakfast, lunch and dinner from tomorrow.

You smiled as you read the message before you began to type.

You : Yes Sir. I guess another grocery trip is required

Eric : Thanks for helping my mom today by the way. I appreciate that alot.

And you smiled again.

Your heart was still broken, still wondering why you weren't enough but for once when you closed your eyes that night you didn't think about Jake or who he was spending his nights with, you thought about Eric and how amazing how kind, how remarkable he truly was.

And how warm and safe you had felt when he had his arms around you.

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x0cup1dluv · 2 months ago

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SHADOW OF DESIRE

Mafia!jungkook x introvert!reader

Info:

Kim y/n: age 20, introvert, anxiety, future songwriter.

Jeon Jungkook: age 22, confident, manwhore, mafia son.

Both enrolled into Yonsei University.

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Warnings: Smut!!!! Dark romance, abuse, toxic relationship, yearning (a man who yearns is a man who earns), smut smut smut smut, bullying, deals, smoking, smut smut smut, virginity lost, smooth sex, rough sex, blood from virginity, etc….

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Please be cautious because some themes may be suggestive!

This is my first story I’ve written and there’s gonna be multiple chapters!!!!

It was November 4th 2025. The time was currently 11:43 pm. I have my first day at my new college tomorrow since i transferred. I am so nervous.

I've suffered from really bad anxiety ever since freshman year. I'm on medication but we all know anxiety never truly goes away...

Every time I had anything come up where social interaction was involved I would panic.

Currently, I'm laying in bed looking at the ceiling. I can't stop thinking about tomorrow. What are people gonna think of me? Will I get bullied just like high-school? Oh gosh! People are gonna stare at me while I introduce myself!

Fuck.

I've got to get a hold of myself.

My life can't go on like this.

I turn to the side to get into a more comfortable position to fall asleep.

And around 25 minutes later, I did thank god.

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I wake up to the sound of my alarm which is at 7:30 am. My class is at 9:15 but I like to get a good start of my day.

I walk to my small kitchen in my studio apartment.

I love my apartment. It's very cozy to me and I love my view of Seoul.

Is it the best apartment I could dream of? No. But it works as I am a college student.

I'm currently trying to get my degree in literature. I love writing and my goal is to become a songwriter and eventually maybe even a producer.

I know I could've avoided college with that job choice. Everyone tells me that. But I just didn't want to miss out on college since people hype it up so much.

I get my matcha and drink it sitting in my chair looking out to the city.

At around 8:00 am I get changed into my uniform before packing my bag. I pop my anxiety medicine in my bag just incase.

Fast forward, it's now 8:15 and I leave my house to get to the train stop. The walk to the subway station is about 15 minutes and I would get to the university around 8:45.

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I step onto the Yonsei university campus. Gosh it's even more beautiful than I could imagine. It looks like a castle and everything is so gorgeous.

I go to check in and get directions to my class which was easy to navigate.

Once I walk in, I see people all talking to each other. Which was weird to me cause my previous college, no one really talked we all just wanted to get our diploma and leave.

I sit in a non-occupied seat in the 4th row of the class.

As I'm unpacking my bag to get all my stationary out I see 3 girls walk up to my desk.

"Oh! You must be new here?"

A random girl was talking to me? She had longer black hair and was very petite. She was pretty. But I didn't get a good vibe from her. She also had 2 little minions standing behind her giggling.

My eyes widen as I look up at her. "Uh- yeah I just transferred." I say nervously.

"Oh well I hate to break it to you...but uhm that's mg seat." She says pointing her finger at my desk.

"I will move." I say putting my book back in my bag.

"Hey! You should at least apologize for being so oblivious! Do you even know who she is?" One of her minions speaks to me. She's wearing a white beanie with yellow knee high socks and white heels.

I look back at the main girl in the middle "Sorry, I don't recognize you. Who are you?"

She scoffs. "Uhm hello? I'm Karina. Doesn't ring a bell? Guess not to low lives. Well just know my dad owns many companies in South Korea so I'm a pretty big deal." She gives me a creepy looking smile.

I nod my head. "Oh nice...well I'll get going now."

"Wow how pathetic are you? You won't even properly introduce yourself?"

I stand up with my bag and look at her. "Sorry I-"

"Leave her alone." A more masculine voice comes from behind the girls. He was tall, muscular and had dark features. Scared me actually.

"Oh my gosh Jungkook, you're defending her?" Winter asks him.

"She's new here give her a break." He looks me up and down.

"Whatever waste of my time anyway." Karina and her minions leave to go find another seat.

I sit back down and put my stuff back out. Ignoring Jungkook.

"A thank you would be polite."

I look up at him. "T- Thanks."

He scoffs and walks off.

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After class I grab my bags to head back to my apartment.

Once I get home I immediately start on my homework just to get it out of the way.

I had some ramen for dinner. I'm pretty short on money so cheaper foods is all I can really afford in the meantime.

Hours later and I lay in my bed thinking about jungkook and why he would defend me?

I guess we will never know....

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What do yall think of this first chapter? This is my first wattpad story so I hope you all enjoy it!!! Comments and criticisms are really appreciated. I'm currently planning out the next chapter.

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matts-girlfriend · 2 months ago

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It’s You I Welcome Death With- Chris Sturniolo

TattooArtist!Chris and MakeupArtist!Reader

chapter 13

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20

warning this series will contain, substance abuse, angst, arguing,tension,swearing, mentions of absent family, blood, abuse (not from chris). smut, oral, this is a warning for all chapters

Chris hadn’t seen her in a week.

A whole fucking week.

Seven days of nothing but silence. Missed calls. Unread messages. Showing up to her work like some pathetic ghost, only to find out she’d taken extra shifts elsewhere or wasn’t scheduled at all.

He was going insane.

He hated this. Hated the quiet. Hated the fucking ache in his chest. But mostly, he hated himself—for letting it get this far. For pushing her. For saying the one thing he knew would break her. For trying to act like she didn’t matter when she was all he thought about.

He sat hunched over in the back of the shop, rubbing at the bags under his eyes like it would help. His phone was in his hand again. Another message he wouldn’t send.

“I shouldn’t have said what I did. You didn’t deserve that.”

Delete. Re-type.

“Can we talk? Please.”

Delete.

“I’m sorry.”

Send.

No response.

Across the shop, Nick was pacing, chewing on the inside of his cheek like it might fix the guilt twisting in his gut.

“This is my fault,” he finally said, voice low. “I pushed you that morning. I fucking baited you, and you snapped.”

Chris looked up at him, eyes bloodshot. “Yeah, well, I didn’t have to say what I said. I chose that.”

Nick’s voice cracked. “But you didn’t mean it.”

Chris let out a bitter laugh. “Doesn’t matter if I meant it. I said it. And now she thinks I used her. She thinks she was just a way to kill time until someone better came along.”

Matt looked up from the back booth where he was sketching, his tone rough. “You hurt her. You get that, right? I know you’re sorry, but sorry doesn’t cut it this time. Not for her.”

Chris’s jaw locked. “You think I don’t fucking know that?”

“You called her disposable,” Matt said, flat. “To her face. After you made her think she meant something to you.”

“She did,” Chris said. “She still does. She’s all I think about. She’s—she’s it for me, man. And I ruined it. I ruined it for something fucking stupid I said to shut you up—” he cut a glare at Nick “—because I was fucking scared.”

Nick looked down, guilt etched into his face.

Chris swallowed hard. “She’s not like anyone I’ve ever known,” he said quietly. “She’s—fuck, I don’t even have the words. She’s just… it’s her. It’s always been her since the first goddamn time she walked in here with that smart mouth and that attitude.”

He exhaled like the words were burning his lungs.

“I had her,” he muttered. “For one second, I fucking had her. And I fucked it up”

Nick looked down at his shoes. “She won’t even answer my texts,” he admitted. “I tried.”

“Same,” Matt said. “She’s shutting everyone out. I don’t blame her.”

Chris stood abruptly. “I need to see her.”

Matt raised an eyebrow. “You sure that’s a good idea?”

“No,” Chris said. “But I can’t sit here doing nothing. If she tells me to fuck off to my face, fine. I’ll deal with it. But I have to try.

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Y/N hadn’t said a word about what happened.

Not to Ava. Not to anyone.

She came home, locked herself in her room for three days straight, and the only thing that got her out was school. She had an exam coming up for the social work program she’d worked so fucking hard to get into, and she was determined not to let a boy—even if it was him—ruin it.

But Ava noticed.

She noticed how Y/N didn’t sleep much anymore. How she’d get randomly quiet mid-sentence. How her shoulders tensed every time her phone buzzed. And most of all, she noticed how Chris’s name made her flinch like a bruise being pressed.

“What happened?” Ava asked softly, one evening while Y/N was reviewing flashcards.

“Nothing,” Y/N muttered, avoiding her eyes.

“You look like you’ve been crying for a week.”

“I said nothing, Ava,” she snapped, too sharp, too fast.

Ava flinched, and Y/N instantly regretted it. But she didn’t apologize. She couldn’t. Because if she started talking about it, she’d break.

So instead, she studied. She shoved everything down. Buried it beneath school and routines and quiet nights with the door locked.

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Chris hadn’t even planned it. He just… ended up outside her house.

He didn’t think about the consequences, didn’t think about what he’d say. He just knew he couldn’t go another night without trying.

So he knocked.

And when the door opened, it wasn’t her.

It was him.

A tall, slightly stocky man with graying facial stubble and eyes that flicked over Chris like he was prey. His expression was friendly—but in that too friendly way that made the hair on Chris’s neck stand up.

The man smiled like he knew something Chris didn’t. “Can I help you?”

Chris cleared his throat, trying to stay calm. “Uh… is Y/N home?”

The man raised an eyebrow. “You her boyfriend?”

Chris hesitated. Froze. “No,” he said eventually, the word burning in his throat.

The man laughed, stepping aside. “Well come in anyway. I’ll go get her.”

Chris didn’t move at first, but something about the man’s tone sent ice through his veins. Still, he stepped in.

As the man disappeared into the hallway, Chris glanced around. Everything looked clean. Tidy. Normal. But it felt… wrong. The silence was too stiff. The air too thick. And when the man called out her name—

It wasn’t just a call.

It was a warning.

“Y/N!” he yelled, loud and sharp. “Someone’s here. Don’t be rude, girl.”

But Chris heard it. The way he said it. That don’t-make-me-look-bad-or-else tone. He’d heard it before. He’d seen it in old friends, in his own broken home. He suddenly realized exactly who he was standing in front of.

And he fucking hated himself all over again for not seeing it sooner.

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Y/N heard it too.

That voice.

She froze at the top of the stairs, textbook in hand, her breath catching in her throat.

It was that voice. That tone. The one she heard before too many bruises and too many slammed doors.

But when she came down, it wasn’t a distant cousin or an old neighbor standing in her living room.

It was Chris.

And her heart dropped.

Everything stilled.

His eyes met hers, desperate, wrecked. Her mouth parted slightly, like she wanted to speak, but the words got caught.

He took a small step forward. “Y/N…”

Her stepfather loomed behind him, smiling like a threat.

And all she could think was: Not here. Not now.

a/n: god i hate her step dad...but only 7 parts left

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agirlwithdemonblood · 1 year ago

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Breaking Free Masterlist

Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x Reader

Series Summary: Y/N struggles to navigate life and move on after breaking up with her abusive ex, a well known and well respected man in the town, she thinks there is no hope but Dean shows her there is always a way.

Warnings: This story contains context of an abusive relationship and violence, please don't read if you're not comfortable. I'll add trigger warnings to each chapter.

Chapter 1: Hearts & Tires

Chapter 2: In the Shadows of Lies

Chapter 3: Finding Light

Chapter 4: The Path Ahead

Chapter 5: Falling Into You

Chapter 6: Dangerous Reunion

Chapter 7: The Rescue Mission

Chapter 8: Strength in Vulnerability

Chapter 9: Fragile Steps

Chapter 10: Choosing Courage

Chapter 11: Finding My Place

Chapter 12: Amidst the Uncertainty

#deanwinchester #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #dean winchester #dean x reader #supernatural one shot #dean #spn fic #jensen's smile #spns #sam and dean

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13as07 · 1 year ago

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Birthright #7

(Itachi & Sasuke Uchiha Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to GintoAi]

Requested by: You know who you are

Word Count: 4,277

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Name Calling: Onii-Chan, Daddy, Cock Warmer, Pocket Pussy, Lap Dog, Crybaby, Good Girl, Pathetic, Useless

Incest (Brother/Sister)

Verbal Fighting

Threats of Death

Proof/Mentions of Child Abuse

Mentions of Mother/Son & Uncle/Niece Incest

Sadly, no Itachi smut this chapter; Next chapter, however...

Blowjob/Deep Throating/Face-Fucking

Hair Pulling

Voyeurism

Degrading

Breeding Kink

As of right now there's plans for a Part #8, #9, & #10

Sorry it took so long to get out. I'm on the butt end of moving and with the holiday coming up I've been swamped at work :(

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Seven or eight pairs of eyes are caught on me, staring at me as the hushed voices of Onii-Chan and Daddy muffle their way into the locker room. They're loud enough to hear their voices but soft enough to not make out any of their words. The animal masks are all aimed at me, sizing me up as they wait for their commander to come back, making a hint of fear muster in my chest.

"You let what happen to Princess?" Itachi yelps, the group of eyes snapping toward the door before shifting back to me. My fear is no longer a muster; instead, it's a heavy boulder crushing my lungs. I knew he was going to be mad, especially at Daddy, but I didn't realize he'd be this mad.

"No. No, no, no, no," Itachi continues to yell, slamming the locker room door open. His underlings scatter at the ringing sound of the door hitting the wall, off to finish changing out of their uniforms like they were doing before Daddy and I showed up. "I said - "

"I know," Daddy interrupts, his face as flushed and angry as Onii-Chan's.

"I said," Itachi hisses, the bloody color of his sharingan dripping into his eyes. He takes a step toward Daddy, his body tense and ready to start a fight if that's what our Father wishes for. "She wasn't safe and you didn't listen. You said it would be fine. You said you'd be with her all day. You said to only worry about making it home. You said you had everything under control."

"Obviously," he barks, taking another step forward. Daddy backs up, his sharingan glowing now too. "You didn't have everything under control. You weren't with her all day. You're a liar and can't be trusted with Princess."

"Itachi - "

"A pathetic man doesn't take care of what's his, right? That's what you said yesterday, isn't it? What the hell does that make you then?"

The room falls silent, everyone fearing to even breathe with the men of my family at each others' throats. Everyone is fearful of being at the receiving end of the glares being exchanged between Daddy and Itachi.

"Fine," Daddy hisses after a few moments, glaring for another beat before turning his eyes away from my brother, his attention set on me. His face softens at the sight of me but his anger with Itachi is still brewing in his sharingans. "Your Mother and I have plans tonight," he starts, keeping his tone matter-of-fact. "You will stay with Itachi. You will go home with Itachi. You will not leave the house without Itachi, am I understood?"

"Yes Sir," I murmur, glancing toward Onii-Chan. He's still steaming, the pointed tips of his anger still aimed at our Father. "Have a good night out with Mom."

"I will," Daddy utters, his eyes slowly blinking until the red of them melts away. "Be safe, Princess. Have a good night with your brothers."

"I will," I echo, squirming when Daddy snaps his eyes back toward Itachi, the order to have a goodnight framed like a threat toward my brother.

The staring seems to drag on forever, finally breaking when Daddy turns away, pulls the door open, and slides out of the room. An edible exhale spills from Itachi, his body loosening once our Father is completely gone.

Slowly, his head turns toward me, sharingans still shining and a mix of worry and sadness coating his features. "Are you alright, Princess?"

"I'm fine," I chirp, lacing a lopsided smile on my face. I don't know why Daddy and Itachi are strung so tight. I know it's not proper for men to touch me like the clerk did, but it's no different than how they touch me. The guy just had a bad attitude the whole time, unlike the men in my family. Well...

Itachi studies my face, his eyes jumping around looking for even a hint of a lie. "Okay," he finally utters, taking a few steps forward. His hand catches on the shirt of his I'm borrowing, using the material to lead me further into the room.

I trudge along after him, the others in the room scurrying to stay out of our way. I only stop when Onii-Chan settles in front of a locker. He lets me go, his fingers snapping before pointing at the bench screwed in between the rows of lockers. He doesn't even bother to look as I sit down, his focus on popping his lock open. "Aside from... all that, did you have a good day?"

"Yes!" I cheer, clapping my hands as I wiggle on the bench. "We stopped at a few shops, and then got flowers from the Yamanakas and then I got my dress for the Betrothal Ball."

"How were the shops?" Itachi questions, slowly tugging his weapons out of their hidey holes and placing them in their rightful places in his locker.

"They were good. I got you a present like I promised and I got Sasuke this big onigiri tray I found." Itachi hums, sparing me a glance before he starts pulling off his safety gear. "The Yamanaka flower shop was okay. We got peonies for the ball. Oh, and their chief is coming by tomorrow."

"Why?" Itachi barks, snapping his head toward me. His face falls once his sight settles on me, a deep frown coating his lips. "I'm sorry, Princess. I didn't mean to yell at you like that."

"It's okay - "

"No, it's not. You don't deserve to be treated like that. Onii-Chan is sorry. Anyway, why is the Yamanaka chief coming by tomorrow?"

I stare at Itachi for a moment, trying to figure out if I should acknowledge his apology or if it's better left alone; I decide to leave it alone. "His daughter got her feathers all ruffled because Daddy let me get peonies. I kind of pushed her buttons, poking at her crush on Sasuke and the fact that the Yamanakas don't treat her how you guys treat me. She didn't like that very much and ended up insulting the clan."

Again, Itachi turns around, his eyes slowly blinking as he looks at me, waiting for me to further explain. "She said I was jealous because I come from an 'incest-ridden clan'," I whisper, my focus on my shoes so I don't have to see his reaction. Even though I don't see it, I can still feel it, still feel the angry heat waffling off of him.

After a few moments of madden-filled silence, Itachi continues to ask about my day. "Besides..." he falls quiet, his jaw clicking three or four times before he continues to speak. "How was dress shopping?"

"Um..." I murmur, glancing around at the room still packed full of people, most of them waiting for my brother to dismiss them with a few stragglers trying to finish changing. "It was... um... I got a dress." I can feel the heat of his stare even with my eyes glued to the wall. He's already not happy with Daddy and when he wiggles more of the events at the boutique out of me, he's going to be even more upset.

Itachi crouches in front of me, hands on my knees to pull them apart before he inches closer to me. When he settles, my knees are pressed into his sides. My eyes flicker down, checking his placement. He's further away from me than normal but still closer than most brothers would be, though, I guess most brothers wouldn't be in a position like this to start in.

"Princess," he hisses, tone low and warning as he stares up at me. "Did something else happen at the dress shop?" He whispers, fingertips clinging to the bones of my knees.

"Well... nothing... nothing like, bad, I guess," I whisper back, bouncing my eyes around to look anywhere but him. "Daddy and Kenzo were just... they just... had some fun." My tone is almost mute with the last three words, but not mute enough that Onii-Chan doesn't pick up on it.

He springs up from his spot, his hands sliding up to cling to my thighs. Itachi is hunched over me, head pressed against mine, and his lips right next to my ear. "And what the hell might that mean?" His voice fizzles, his anger quickly building to the point it was at when Daddy was in the room. His head tilts after the question, lips pulled away from me and his ear pointed toward me.

My hands settle on his shirt, balling up the material to tug him closer to me. I keep my tone hushed, making sure the events and the game Daddy had me play with his advisor present stay between the two of us. Onii-Chan's fingers tighten against my flesh with every word that passes my lips, making me worry that he'll leave bruises behind.

"I'm going to kill him," Itachi grumbles when I'm done speaking. He pulls away from me, a rush to his movements as he finishes changing.

"Which one?"

"Both."

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Itachi stays secure behind me, his elbows digging into my sides as he works on unlocking the door. Once the door pops open, I shoot forward, racing inside to make sure Daddy or Kenzo hid my dress away so Onii-Chan doesn't see it.

"Princess!" He yells after me, his tone still pissy from the events of my day. "You shouldn't go racing into the house until I'm sure it's safe!"

Sasuke's bedroom door slams open, his head poking out to stare at the two of us. "There's no one here but me, she's fine. Stop yelling at her so much."

With that, I continue to dart away, scurrying to my room to make sure my dress is put up. I push my door open, my eyes scanning my room. My bed is littered with shopping bags, one of them being the long flowing bag holding my dress.

"Princess?" Itachi calls from down the hallway, his footsteps mixing with the sound of his voice.

"Wait a second!" I yelp, snatching the bag off my bed before tucking it away in my closet.

Just as I'm shutting the closet doors, Onii-Chan pops into my room, a soft smile on his face for the first time today. "You know, it's not the end all if I see your dress," he murmurs, taking slow steps toward me. When he gets a step away, his hand settles on my waist, clinging to it and using his grip to tug me closer. "You're beautiful, Princess."

"Thank you," I murmur, my arms settling around his shoulders.

My back arches as he continues to pull me closer, pressing me against himself. "You're my everything," Itachi continues to mumbles, lips brushing against the side of my face. His touch almost hurts from how hard his fingertips grip my waist, making sure our body heat keeps mixing. "My favorite, pretty, little birthright," he adds, his light kisses slowly brushing a path toward my lips.

"I know, Onii-Chan."

"Good girl," he whispers, his nose gently sliding against my skin as his lips hover over mine. Warmth starts coating my face as I look up at him. Itachi's eyes are hooded as they stare down at me, dark with anger still, yet they're burning with admiration. His lips are slightly parted too, tying the whole heated moment together.

It feels like I'm burning up, my body - and pussy, alike - tingling with the want for him. I've craved him all day, and from the look of it, Onii-Chan has been suffering from the same craving. Just as his head is tipping down, about to give me what I'm quivering for, my bedroom door slams open.

"What are you two doing?" Sasuke asks, pulling a deep sigh from Itachi.

A disappointed whine is yanked from my lungs, displeased by him pulling away from me. His fingers squeeze my side but besides that, he doesn't acknowledge my small tantrum. "Why are you interrupting us?" Onii-Chan asks, glaring at our younger brother.

"Because I got beat this morning all because you got off. I'm not taking the fall again, by the way," Sasuke grumbles, mirroring the glare being shot at him.

I let my hands fall, clinging to Itachi's shirt again as I peek over his shoulder. Sasuke - and Daddy - aren't kidding; he sure did receive a beating. Small purple bruises wrap around his eye, marking the place our Father hit him. His cheek is bruised too, matching the injuries surrounding his eye. A small notch is settled on his bottom lip; bruised and busted like the rest of him.

Itachi's jaw clicks as he looks over our little brother with me, the leftovers of the beating adding fuel to the fire of hatred he has for Daddy. "I told you not to touch her," he grumbles, looping his arm around my back, keeping me tucked close to himself. "If you hadn't been on top of - "

"I could have been in my room and Dad would have still blamed me before he blamed you. Itachi, Dad's picture-perfect son," Sasuke groans, rolling his eyes at the lecture he is receiving.

"Go away," Onii-Chan grumbles, his fingertips dipping between my waistband and my back, slowly rubbing back and forth over the material.

"You owe me."

"I don't owe you anything," Itachi murmurs, tipping his head down to brush his lips against mine.

I happily accept the kiss, the gentleness of it only adding to my clinginess. I want more of him, I need more of him. My hands tighten on his shirt, trying to keep him rooted in our kiss, but it doesn't work. He pulls away again, his fingertips looping around to toy with the button of my shorts.

"I'll tell Dad when you got home you didn't realize I was here and that you spent all evening making Princess beg and scream."

"Dad won't believe you," Itachi snaps, his head jerking toward a very smug-looking Sasuke.

"Yes, he will. When he got home, Kenzo told me to steer clear because something happened with Princess so Dad and you will be at each other's throats. You know just as well as me he's just waiting for you to mess up."

Onii-Chan's jaw clicks on repeat as he rolls over the threat, his hand tightening on my shorts and tugging on them to pull me closer. "What might you want if I so chose to entertain this empty attempt at threatening me?"

"I want Princess to suck my dick - "

"No." The room starts to heat, Sasuke's amusement and Itachi's anger mixing to make the aura of the room. "Mom spent all night with you. I doubt you have anything left," he adds, shifting forward so I'm trapped between my closet and his frame.

Sasuke shrugs, eyes flaming with mischief and cockiness as he stares at me. "I want my dick down Princess's throat like you've done. Though, I could always lie and tell Dad you tainted his precious Princess. I can only imagine the beat you'd get for stealing her virginity before becoming the next Chief."

"No. If you want your dick sucked why don't you run along and see that pink-haired girl of yours?"

"Because I shouldn't have to run off," Sasuke complains, rolling his eyes again. "Why do you get to have a personal cock warmer and I don't? It's not fair. You get everything. You get the clan, Dad's favoritism even though you hate each other, and Mom made you a personal pocket pussy. I don't get one, let alone get to enjoy yours, how's that fair?"

Onii-Chan is simmering, his mood more annoyed than angry at this point. "Do you do anything besides complain?"

"I would be patrolling but until this," Sasuke motions toward his face, more specifically his bruises, "heals up, Dad has me on temporary leave. Which, again, is your fault."

"Fine," Itachi sighs, loosening his hold before dropping the total of it away. "Princess can suck you off, but that's it," he hisses the last part, watchful eyes carefully monitoring Sasuke's slow but eager walk over to us.

"Ya, ya, ya, blowjob and that's it, got it," my younger brother mumbles, quickly shouldering Onii-Chan out of the way before placing his hands on me. Sasuke cups my breasts, squeezing them with slightly more confidence than last night, and instantly throwing away the agreement they have over me. "They're not as full as Mom's," he mumbles, toying with them a second longer before his hands jump to my shoulders.

"Of course, they're not as full as Mom's," Itachi hisses, his annoyance slowly trickling back into anger. "Princess doesn't have three kids like Mom. They'll grow when she becomes pregnant with our first child."

"Whatever," Sasuke mutters under his breath, pushing on my shoulders to try and get me on my knees. My eyes flicker toward Onii-Chan, double-checking just to be sure he's okay with the situation. His head nods, barely, but it does, sending me his okay. "Glorified lap dog," our younger brother complains, annoyance soaking in the roll of his eyes.

"Sasuke - " Itachi starts, his tone warning.

"No, she heard you say yes and she's still looking over at her master for permission. I can't wait until you knock her up. You better give her a girl so I can have my wife already," he continues to complain, his hands busy undoing his pants and pulling his dick out.

"You'll be in your late thirties by the time our daughter would be old enough to wed. If we even have a daughter. Besides, who says I'll approve of you marrying our daughter?"

Sasuke's hand balls up my hair, using it to pull me forward. My lips part when they get close to his dick, preparing to take him down my throat. The whole time my eyes stay locked on Itachi who's staring right back at me.

"Thirty-six and twenty isn't a terrible age difference," my younger brother murmurs, his eyes flickering between the two of us. "Besides, as your brother I have the right to your daughter's hand in marriage after any sons you have. I'll just encourage you to keep breeding Princess until she gives me a wife."

"That would greaten the age gap," Itachi grumbles, his eyes widening just a tad as Sasuke starts sinking into my mouth. His tense, his muscles only growing more intense as my throat is filled inch by inch.

"Dad is twenty-seven years older than Princess and I'm sure he sticks his dick down her throat. Dad and Mom have a fifteen-year gap. It'll be fine," Sasuke rattles as he continually pulls on my hair, only stopping when my nose is pressed against his stomach. His eyes grow too, but for a reason completely different than Onii-Chan.

My throat spasms around Sasuke's cock, trying to force it back out as my body confuses the deep throating for choking. A long, soft hiss slides between his teeth, my brother enjoying the involuntary movements of my muscles and the growing sound of me choking on him.

"I don't want to think about Dad's dick down Princess's throat," Itachi hisses, his eyes tearing away from me to glare at our brother. "You're going to make her sick keeping your dick down her throat so long."

Sasuke rolls his eyes at Onii-Chan's overbearing behavior but does pull on my hair again, yanking me backward. "Can't even let go long enough for me to get sucked off," he murmurs under his breath, jerking his hips to shove his cock back down my throat. "Suck, pocket pussy."

"Watch it," Itachi hisses before his head slowly turns back toward me, nodding to allow me to do as asked. I obey both my brothers, sucking on Sasuke's dick as he works it in and out of my mouth, thrusting deep enough each time that my nose grazes his skin.

"Aww, poor Princess. Do you need Itachi to fight all your bullies for you? Of course you do, because all you are is a dumb breeding dog," Sasuke continues to degrade, his thrusts picking up with every syllable of the insult that slides out. "The only reason you were made was to continue on the family line. All Itachi is going to use you for is to fill your cunt over and over again like the pathetic lap dog you are. Everyone in the village is going to know the only thing you're good at is spreading your legs because of how often you're going to be knocked up."

Tears spill down my face, caused by both the insults and the lack of being able to breathe. It's a struggle to continue sucking on him as he shoves his penis down my throat, his movements so rough I'm worried he's going to snap a bone. Daddy and Onii-Chan have never been this rough with me so I'm not sure what to do. My lungs are screaming 'bite him' but my mind is screaming 'suck hard so he finishes sooner'.

"Sasuke," Itachi says, his voice even and chilled as his eyes bear on me. "You're making Princess cry. I recommend you calm down and slow down before I snap your neck."

Our younger brother grumbles more about unfairness as he obeys Onii-Chan. Sasuke's thrusts slow down but remain deep enough that I'm sure there's going to be an imprint of my nose on his stomach by the time he's done. "Crybaby," he grumbles, the insult covering up a moan trying to escape his chest. "I take it back, you're good at two things. Being bred and crying. All you do is spill those crocodile tears and get whatever you want handed to you. You can't handle me fucking your over-used mouth so you cry. You cry so Itachi will make it stop. Pathetic."

"Sasuke," Onii-Chan hissed again, taking a step forward to rip our brother away from me if he acts up again.

"Sasuke," he echoes, pitching his voice to further mock Itachi. "She is pathetic and you know it. She has two jobs, take our cum, and get knocked up so the clan continues to have faith in the future. What use is a dog that can't do its job? You're a useless dog." By the end of the degrading his teeth are bared, his voice coming out hissy because of it.

A groan escaped past Sasuke's teeth, his hips jerking to roughly shove his cock as far down my throat as he can. Within moments the growing familiarity of a man's semen is spilling out, dropping directly down to my stomach.

"Her job is to take my cum, not yours," Itachi corrects, his anger bubbling in his words. "You should feel grateful that I'm sharing her. That I'm letting you taint her."

Sasuke ignores our older brother, his eyes locked on me and his lips slightly parted as he spills out down my throat, enjoying the feeling of me gulping down his cum. When he's done, he thrusts a few more times, barely pulling an inch out before he's shoved fully in my mouth again. Having him forcing me to deep throat as a means to clean himself is somehow more degrading than his words.

"She's already tainted and you know that," he finally answers back, slowly pulling his deflating cock out of my mouth. With my mouth newly free, it stays open wide, panting to catch my breath. "Dad messes with her all the time. I doubt there's a spot on Princess that Dad hasn't rubbed against or came on. Besides, after today all she is to Kenzo is someone to try and fuck behind Dad's back. I guess the three of us have a lot in common."

"How do you know about that?" Itachi asks, rushing - and failing to conceal it - down to his knees to attend to me. His hand is on my throat, gently massaging it as he pets my hair, smoothing it out.

"Kenzo was bragging about it when two of the council members showed up to meet with Dad about Princess's assault. Dad was in his office looking for something as they stayed by the door so he didn't hear it."

"You know about that too?"

"Ya."

The room falls silent, Itachi continuing to massage my neck and wipe the saliva off my face. Sasuke tucks himself away, the lust in his eyes quickly burning away because of the conversation. Still, both my brothers' attentions stay on me, making sure I'm okay even if one brother shows it more.

"Concerning - "

"If Dad is taking care of the assaulter we'll leave it be. If too much time passes we'll discuss it. As for Kenzo, I don't want to speak about it in front of our Princess," Itachi interrupts, his focus on kissing my throat now instead of rubbing it. Sasuke nods in agreement, eyes stuck on me for a moment before he starts to walk away.

"Onii-Chan?" I whisper, trying not to choke on the hatred wrapped around him.

"My precious Princess?" He coos, softly sucking on a patch of skin stretched over my throat.

"What are you thinking about?"

"How I'm going to erase Sasuke's touch on you. How I'm going to remind you that you're my birthright and not his. How I'm going to pay Dad back for his mess-ups today. How I'm going to kill Kenzo and possibly your assaulter. How much time I have until our parents get back and whether it's enough time to fuck you."

"What?"

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#naruto shippuden #naruto shippuden oneshot #naruto shippuden x reader #naruto shippuden smut #itachi uchiha #itachi oneshot #itachi uchiha oneshot #itachi uchiha x reader #itachi x reader #sasuke uchiha oneshot #sasuke uchiha x reader #sasuke x reader #sasuke oneshot #sasuke uchiha #sasuke uchiha smut #sasuke smut

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ladynecropolis · 2 months ago

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finally deciding to plug my lost fanfic series 🐞

[FATALISTIC TENDENCIES]

A series of fics taking place in a no-Island* AU, largely focusing around time, fate, and death. Mainly fate. Mostly death.

*citation needed.

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WORKS IN THIS SERIES:

• Stood Up // COMPLETE (9/9 posted)

Several years following an electromagnetic accident at Oxford that nearly took his mind away from him, Desmond Hume has—for the most part—gotten his life back together. But after an incident resulting in the death of his best friend of three years, Charlie Pace, the flow of linear time once again begins to fail him. Now it is up to him to figure out how to break the cycle and correct this cosmic error, lest he remain a prisoner of this temporal spiral for all eternity—but can he do that and save the life of his friend at the same time?

[CWs: major character death (temporary), gun violence, substance abuse (canon-typical), suicide, martin keamy]

• Greater Men Than I // COMPLETE (10/10 posted)

Repairing a rocky relationship has never been easy. But for Penelope Widmore and Desmond Hume, their journey to recovering stability is tragically put on pause after, due to his temporal condition, time itself begins to reject his memory. Now Penelope and her brother Daniel Faraday must work together to put a stop to it—before they forget how—or the man that they love will be erased from existence forever.

[CWs: I honestly don't know what to put here. I consider this psychological horror. there's also suicide/suicidal ideation and alcohol abuse later on]

• Accomplice // TBP

After receiving the help of a mysterious Scottish stranger, Kate Austen has one less problem to worry about. But when she goes back on the run, she finds her troubles are not yet over, and soon enough she's dragged right back in the middle of it by the cryptic John Locke. All the while, James Ford fears he's once again failed to protect those dearest to him—but he won't let that stop him in his hunt for the man who killed Jack Shephard.

• Abandon Ship // TBP

For her entire life, Charlotte Lewis has been searching for the place she came from—the place she could call home. Now, she's finally been given a lead, and with the help of Daniel Faraday, is determined to see it through. But when Desmond Hume once again becomes subject to temporal dissaray, he begins to fear that this search could bring about havoc—and potential destruction—in its wake. Now, Faraday is faced with a choice—surrender to the will of destiny, or abandon ship?

my updating is a bit erratic but someday every chapter of this entire series is going to be manifested into existence on ao3 I swear. I promise

if you read this far I love you

#UGHHH i guess we're doing this. mortifying ordeal of being known here i come #lost abc #lost 2004 #lost tv #writing #my writing #lost fanfiction #okay this has been sitting in my drafts since 8am

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thesleepyfable · 10 months ago

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~ SWTD: Still Here AU Part 9: ~

When the Walls Crumbled:

This is it. The long awaited Murine/Muirinnes chapter.

Fun fact: This is my first ever romance piece I've done for any fan-fiction. So, I have no idea if this is good or not.

Another fact: I had already completed this chapter before chapters 7 and 8. This was going to be chapter 7, but I had to map out a timeline when I decided this was going to be a mini-arc, and not a time-jump to post-rescue. Plus, during that time, I decided not to have military involvement. What I have instead you'll soon see.

Tw: Parental abuse and gambling.

Part 10:

Innes couldn't sleep. He found himself staring at the container ceiling. Drool ran down the chin, which only momentarily snapped him out of his daydream. Then right back to it. He tried, but no amount of tossing or turning was helping. Even when he was leaned against Muir, he found no comfort. A quick check from his watch showed it was 2:15am.

'Maybe some fresh air will help?' He asked himself.

With a quick glance at Muir, seeing him sleeping peacefully, Innes carefully moved from his side and made it for the door. He'll go outside, sit at the railing, and have a smoke to himself. Or he would do that if a tendril didn't wrap around his waist. Of course, Muir was secretly awake the entire time. Sneaky little shit. Innes accepted defeat with a deflated sigh and turned to see Muir lift him up and place him in front of his face.

'I thought you were asleep.'

Muir ignored the empty statement.

'Innes, what's wrong?' Because he could sense something. His heartbeat wasn't normal, and he felt it sink at the question. Then there were his eyes. For hours, Innes has had a hurt look in them. Even when he cheered for Brodie and Finlay, and when gorged on the leftovers, the look was still there. Plus, even if they've been practically inseparable, Innes couldn't bring himself to look Muir in his. Even now, Innes was clearly looking through him. 'It's okay. You know it'll be okay.'

Words filled and drowned Innes' mind.

'Stupid boy. You deserve this. How can you look at yourself? Stop being a fucking idiot!'

The words Innes would hear from his father and he'd repeat them as self-punishment.

'Don't cry. You're not a man if you cry!'

He wanted to, but a part of him was always afraid to. He feared his father would find out, even over a hundred miles away and being 6 feet under. That man left a mark that was hard to scrub off. No luck. Even Innes had a breaking point. Tears began to fall, and Muir began to wipe them away.

'Why aren't you mad at me?' A lump formed in his throat, and his heart began to race. 'I left you alone. I just ran whilst you turned into,' he gestured to Muir's exposed ribs. 'This. I'm your supervisor. I'm supposed to look out for you. You said that yourself!' He paused to catch his breath, but to no avail. 'I'm so sorry, Muir.'

The guilt had been eating away at him. Since he heard Muir calling out for him in distress. Even if no one could blame him, Innes' heart felt heavy, and he wanted to be sick. In his mind, because of him, Muir will never be human again. His body blew open and turned inside out with ribs exposed and flesh crawling along the hard-hat, which was possibly the reason it didn't spread further. He lost his hair, his mouth was stretched on one side, and most of his lips had melted away, half-blind despite having multiple eyes, and his innards hung inches from the floor. It was all his fault. Muir's cry for help will be something he can never forgive or forget.

'Innes, where ya going?!'

'INNNNNEEEEEEEES!'

'Innes? Help me, Innes!'

'Innes? Where's Innes? I just need help, eh?'

How was Muir able to break down the walls he tried so hard to build? What was this man to him? Innes never cried, and yet in one day, he cried over him twice. Not even his ex-wife got him to cry when she left him for someone else. He didn't cry when his house got repossessed through his gambling. And he certainly didn't cry when he heard his dad had passed. A tendril kept wiping his tears away. Muir pulled him closer, and Innes hugged what he could of his face. He didn't want to let go.

The last 3 years raced through his mind. Innes remembered the day he was called up to Rennick's office. At first, he thought it was because he had rolled up his sleeves and pants because of the unbearable summer heat. He wasn't too happy to hear he'd be looking after a newcomer with no prior training, but he did get a bollocking for the uniform.

Muir stepped off the chopper without a single hair out of place or crease in his uniform. Like all new hires, he had brought too much baggage. A backpack and small suitcase. Innes knew more than half of that wasn't going to see the light of day for months. Always amusing to see. He lingered at the steps with crossed arms and a smirk. Rennick introduced himself with that fake yet convincing smile to the untrained eye. In all honesty, Innes thought Muir had brided his way to become a deckhand. How can someone just leave their family farm and instantly work on an oil rig? Still, he grinned and taught Muir everything he could, even if he kept his walls up.

He couldn't tell when they began to crumble, but whenever there was a crack, he would try to mend it. It was exhausting. A fight he had to surrender because as much as he denied it, feelings started to bloom. He hoped they would go overtime, but the opposite happened. Muir's looks, his smell, his laugh, and even his clumsy nature that has gotten the pair in more than enough trouble, just made Innes -

Oh. That's why. Because for the first time in years, Innes was genuinely happy.

'I love you.' He let out a shakey breath and sniffled as he pulled away. The muscles in his neck twitched as he smiled. The hurt look in his eyes was gone, and he could finally look at Muir. His heart continued to race and skip a beat. 'I wished I told you sooner.' He noticed Muir began to cry, but with a smile on the one side of his face. One of pure joy, as if all the problems in the world had washed away. Now, it was Innes' turn to wipe his tears. He'd noticed his right eye was completely open again, and his nose at some point had been put back into shape.

'I've been waiting three years for you to say that.' He stifled a laugh and lightly squeezed Innes' waist. 'I love you too, my big man.'

'I think that's you now.'

'Don't get smart with me.'

The pair shared a mix of laughter and cries. They pulled each other together for another long hug. Innes kissed Muir above his good eye, then at the bridge of his nose, where they placed their foreheads together. They dried each other's tears. Muir moved his head towards Innes to replicate a nuzzle on a part of his shoulder.

It might be the middle of winter, but they felt warm. It was inviting. It was new. It was something they didn't want to let go of, so they stayed like this. Frozen in time.

Roy opened the door. Neither had come for breakfast, so he thought it was best to check up on them. He found the pair huddled together. Tendrils wrapped around Innes like a blanket, except for his arms hugging them in return. Muir lightly snored, stretched, and gently pulled Innes closer.

He was no expert, but Roy could tell. He slowly closed the door and left the pair. What harm would another hour do?

#Still Wakes the Deep #Still Wakes the Deep: Still Here AU #My Writing #Muirinnes #Murine

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yuaoxi · 3 months ago

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𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 || Xiao x F!Reader

Tired of his father living vicariously through him, Xiao decides to start the band he's always dreamed about. Fame and wealth never mattered to him, he'd just want to feel part and contribute to a community that'd accept a broken man like him.

Starting a band in his friend's garage, Xiao runs into a problem: there's no drummer. Thus, auditions are held to be apart of the band. Our dear bassist has little to no experience with women, so how could he deal with one joining the band? Why did she bring so much of her 'girl drama' to rehearsals, and why is his ex trying to get back into his life?

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(college/uni, modern, band au)

CW/TW: drinking, emotionally/psychological abuse, maybe even physical abuse i haven't decided yet, implied/referenced drug use, child abuse, toxic love/relationship, lovers to strangers, acquaintances to friends to lovers, somewhat love triangle ??, enemies to friends, friends to enemies, obsessive love, toxic possession, band break up, band reunion, slow burn, extreme violence, freaky ass sex

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Ch. 1 - Old Encounters

Ch. 2 - House Party

Ch. 3 - Familiarity and Uncertainty

Ch. 4 - Wanna Start a Band?

Ch. 5 - 7 Days of Auditions

Ch. 6 - Secrets and Motives

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rozodejanerowrites · 13 days ago

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Ninety Seconds to Midnight

CWs: Canon typical violence, Medical procedures, Substance abuse, Referenced Suicide

Contains: John-Price POV, Character study, Unresolved romantic tension, Slow burn

Archive of Our Own | Current WIP (9 chapters finished) - ~60-80,000 words

Chapter notes (felt like adding): Gave John a family because my version of him errs on the side of "good man forced to do bad things" and I felt that given that there's a dev that mentioned his grandfather was the OG Price, it would make sense for him to have strong family ties that would motivate this. Also yes, Black is Soap's cousin - which will be relevant when Soap makes an appearance in a flashback chapter.

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Chapter 6

Wendover, United Kingdom. 2008

The air in Wendover is as familiar to John as his own face. He’d never loved it, but it was baked into him - like itchy blisters and early starts, just part of the wiring by now. It carries the damp stillness particular to English autumns. Wet leaves slide underfoot, smoke curls from grey chimneys and the clouds hang low enough to press in on his thoughts.

As it had since he had been a boy, the village church sits perched on a gentle rise, flanked by yew trees and gravestones mottled with moss.

He had been scared of the church as a child. The gravestones had reminded him of old men, hunched over. The yew trees of their gnarly hands, breaking through the earth to grab him and steal him away.

He fears the church now. Not for ghosts or gnarly old men, but for memory. For silence. For the way someone he loved will become a photograph on a wooden table.

The weight of his nan’s coffin catches him off guard as he pauses under the mossy lychgate. It’s not heavy — not for him — but the weight shifts, awkward and uneven between him and the other pallbearers with each step. He keeps his grip firm as the vicar reads a short prayer. When he finishes, he makes eye contact with John for a moment. John remembers him from his childhood, a short, elderly man who had always struck him as too solemn.

John is grateful for it now.

A silent nod passes between them before the vicar leads the funeral procession up the pathway.

John had been halfway through a training cycle at Hereford when the phone call had come through. Lucky, or unlucky, depending on how he looks at it.

His mother hadn’t even needed to finish her first word before he knew exactly what had happened; “John…it’s nan. She’s had a stroke.”

Like in life, in death his Nan does it right.

She lingers in Stoke Mandeville long enough for her 5 children, 24 grandchildren, and 4 great grandchildren to all say their goodbyes. She dies without suffering the indignity she had always feared.

“Let me go, John,” she had said to him the last time he had been back in the UK. She’d said it like she was asking him to turn off the kettle. Calm. Stern. No sentiment, no fuss. It had been her way. Now it was his. “Make sure they do it, eh? Tell your father I’ll haunt him if he doesn’t.”

He had smiled and promised her that.

They had always had a particular type of relationship. John had been the first grandchild, one of only three that had ended up in the military and the only one that had followed in his grandfather’s footsteps and joined SAS. John sometimes thinks it is strange that so few of her brood had followed her and his grandfather’s lead. But given how much his father - the Major - argued with his siblings, it was perhaps not surprising.

The Prices had always been a law unto themselves.

In the end, John hadn’t needed to threaten his father. In perhaps the only time he had ever seen them in agreement, his Father and his siblings had agreed unanimously to honour his nan’s wishes and let her go.

John remembers looking down at her frail body, so small in the huge hospital bed, so at odds with the force of nature she had always been. Unable to speak, unable to do anything.

He’d knelt next to lads while they bled out, sobbing for mums they’d never see again. But nan, in that hospital bed, had hit him harder than any of them. He hated how small she looked. Hated how he felt helpless and not grim acceptance.

He’s not sure what that says about him.

He carries her now on his shoulders, through the open door of the church, wide and yawning, like a mouth threatening to swallow him whole. The air changes as he crosses the threshold. It stills. Their footsteps echo along the grey stone floor. The church has barely changed since he was last there. The smell of old wood and brass polish hits him like muscle memory. Hymns he hadn’t sung since he was ten rise up in the back of his throat.

The church will not be big enough for everyone that has turned up. It seems like the whole shire had been milling about outside - former nurses, local vets, military officials, local villagers.

It is not a surprise to John. His nan was a force of nature.

His hands curl tighter around the polished brass handle, the wood slick beneath from the morning mist. He can smell the flowers - sweet, cloying - too close to his face. Roses, maybe. The kind Nan used to deadhead without gloves, just pinched them off with her fingers. He doesn’t look at them. Can’t. He focuses on the flagstone ahead, worn smooth by centuries of funerals just like this.

They place the coffin down at the front of the church and pause for a moment. His cousin Henry, dressed in his RAF blues like John, nods as they take their seats.

John doesn't focus as the vicar leads the service. He doesn't focus as he recites Abide with Me. He doesn't focus as his Aunt Josephine does the bible reading through teary eyes and a wavering voice. It is only when his father steps up to the lectern, mouth set in a long thin line beneath his grey moustache that it hits him that his Nan is gone.

His father’s blue eyes are downcast as he looks at the papers in front of him. John sees his shoulders inflate and deflate as he takes a breath. He looks up at the congregation.

“Ladies and gentlemen. Friends and family,” he begins, his voice deep and clear. Even in grief, he projects like he’s on the parade ground. “On behalf of myself, my wife, and my siblings, I thank you for being here today with us to honour our mother - Margaret Elizabeth Price, Officer of the Order of the British Empire, nurse, veteran, and, in the truest sense of the word, a matriarch.”

John sits, spine rigid, hands laced together tightly in his lap.

He tries to listen, but the words feel like shadows of the woman he remembers - broad strokes of a life that cannot be captured in neat paragraphs. Nan was more than a war nurse, more than a wife and mother. She was the one that taught him how to mend his pants. Who let him eat ice cream for dinner the week he got suspended for decking a bully in Year 7. Who told his father to back off when John announced he was pursuing infantry.

She was the only person he thinks his father ever listened to.

Now, he watches his unwavering father stand behind the lectern, immaculately dressed, eyes set, and he wonders if his father ever feels anything.

"She taught us to stand up straight. To tell the truth. To serve something greater than ourselves."

Then he catches it.

It is quick, subtle - a brief hitch in his voice when he says, “Her words were not often gentle, but in her final weeks she told me that she was proud.” He takes a breath. “Not of medals, or honours -” then he looks over at John, “- but of us. Of her family. Her legacy."

John looks away.

Swallows hard.

He stares at the brass of the candelabra until the lump in his throat recedes.

His father is a hard man. Always has been. Feelings rationed out like ammunition. But John knows what he’s saying.

And of course it would take a funeral to say it.

He wishes it made him feel better.

Instead, it just makes him miss her more.

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John watches his father’s back - upright, steady despite his bad knee - as they walk the narrow path toward the village centre. His mother flanks his father’s side, her hand hovering just below his shoulder blades.

The burial had been mercifully quick. A brief committal, a lot of tears, and a handful of soil.

“Theres so many people.”

John glances to his left.

Jess is dressed in a simple black dress and clutching an umbrella above her light brown hair. She peers around at the people heading in the same direction as them.

Time passes faster in theater. Out there, his sister grows up in intervals - photographs, letters, a new height marked on the kitchen doorway each time he comes home. She looks so mature in the cold overcast light, older than 14. It’s jarring.

He grunts.

She is right.

Locals have turned out in quiet numbers - faces John doesn’t recognize, but who all seem to know exactly who he is. They wish him condolences as he passes.

He nods automatically, eyes forward. Everyone means well, but they say the same thing. Like a script.

As he turns from her, he sees Black and Kelli, following them close behind. For a moment he is surprised. He had not asked or expected anyone to come.

Part of him had tried to keep it quiet - as if he could keep this one part of his life separate and untouched. But word spreads fast in uniform. His Nan and family were well know enough in military circles for it to quickly become common knowledge. He certainly has a reputation so leave is bound to come with speculation. The thought of hearing the same script - kind, well-meant, and “I’m sorry for your loss” - made him want to poke his eardrums out.

Now, as he nods toward them both, he is grateful for the familiar faces. Of course Kelli would come, she was just like that. Black is more of a surprise. They are good mates, he’s basically become his 2IC - if not in actual rank, at least in spirit - but John had not thought Black considered him this type of friend. It tugs at something deep within him. The sense that there are people who care about him who are not obligated to by blood.

They are both better friends than he deserves.

“Is that Kelli?” Jess asks, following his gaze.

He forcibly turns Jess’s head back along the road. Of course Jess noticed. She notices everything when it comes to his friends, especially Kelli. She wiggles free of his hand and cranes her head to look over at Kelli from beneath her umbrella.

He feels a flush creep up his neck and buries it with a grunt.

“Not the time.”

John sometimes wonders if his parents deliberately had him and Jess so far apart just to test him. For what, he’s not sure. He adores her, but he sometimes feels more like an absent uncle and less of a brother. She was 7 when he enlisted and he’s never lived at home since. Her cheeky innocence plays into his drive to serve. She’s been in the habit of writing to him recently, which he appreciates - more than he would probably ever admit. He sends her gifts, stupid things, like Afghani sweets. His father doesn’t approve.

“Your mother spoils that girl more than enough.”

John thinks his father could afford to spoil Jess at all - but that’s never been his way. Though, John supposes that he never thought he’d ever see his father emote, but that just happened so maybe miracles are possible after all.

Jess turns back to look at him, a sly grin on her face.

“She’s really tall,” she says. “Like you.”

He nearly laughs. His sister may be maturing, but she still possesses the focus of a untrained Jack Russell Terrier.

“Is she your girlfriend yet?”

He shushes her.

“Be respectful Jess,” he says, frowning. “It’s nan’s funeral.”

He almost feels grateful for that, despite it. Jess is like a dog with a bone sometimes and he’s not sure he’s in the right frame of mind to rebuff her fantasies. Jess has never actually met Kelli, but she’s nosy enough to have spotted her in one of his deployment photos -tall, athletic, big blue eyes. Of course Jess pounced. Somehow, without even having the slightest understanding of anything at all, she’s fixated on the idea that Kelli would be perfect for John.

“No, it was nan’s funeral,’ Jess says as if he is the younger sibling. “Now its the wake, so I’m allowed to talk. Mum said so.”

A wind whips up along the road and sends a swirl of chilly air across his face. Yew leaves dance across his black leather shoes.

“I can’t imagine she said that,” John says, trying not to look over at Kelli again, “given your talent for saying stupid things.”

Jess nudges him with her shoulder.

“Don’t be rude,” she says with a pout, “you’re just jealous I can actually talk to people.”

She is not wrong.

John knows he is generally quiet at the best of times. Its not his fault, he thinks, he just doesn’t have much to say unless its giving orders or reports or discussing tactics. He prefers to observe and assess. He feels awkward with words anyway, most of the time he hardly knows the right ones to say.

“I can talk to people,” he says, despite this. The sibling urge to rebuff her will always be pull too strongly to ignore - even if he wanted to, which he doesn’t. He’s only got 2 days before he’s due back on base and he knows he will miss Jess’ inane banter when he’s getting shot at 5000 kilometres away. Besides, she might not be able to read a room to save her life, but she’s making him feel better. Nan probably would have been mortified at the dreary mood - she liked her family lively.

“You cannot.”

“I can.”

“Can’t!”

His mother turns and glares at the both.

“What did I say Jessica?” she says quietly, glancing meaningfully at his father’s back. John can see the muscle locked in his father’s jaw.

Jess pouts and folds her arms across her chest. The action angles her umbrella wildly and she almost hits him in the face. He catches it with one hand.

His mother turns her glare on to him.

“Stop baiting her Jonathan.”

He raises both eyebrows and opens his mouth, but the look on her face is a clear warning against backtalk. Instead he takes the umbrella from Jess’ hands and hold it over them both.

Beside him, Jess grins.

“Jonathan,” she singsongs in their mother’s voice, nudging him with a smirk.

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The rest of the walk to the pub is mercifully short. There had been discussion of having the wake at the local hall, but The Red Lion was always going to win out. John’s not sure how they’re meant to fit everyone in, but that’s never stopped a Wendover event before. He doesn’t have to do anything anyway—his aunts have run this like a bloody military op.

Inside, the pub is already bursting. Chairs dragged in from the garden, coats heaped, pint glasses sweating on every surface, even though it’s barely gone one. The hearth is cold, but someone’s lit a cathedral’s worth of candles around an enormous framed portrait of Nan. It feels less like a wake and more like a shrine.

Jess is pulled away by a handful of younger cousins, and John is grateful for the reprieve.

He makes for the window, hovering like a ghost. He takes a pint from a passing tray and swallows half in one gulp. The noise is bearable, but the attention isn’t. As he hovers, he’s immediately caught in an endless loop of small nods and stiff handshakes, all gratitude and grief and nothing to say that hasn’t already been said. He's tired, deep down, into his bones. He wants to retreat into himself. Into his room back on base and wallow, though he knows it would only make him feel worse.

Black sidles up, his dark hair still damp from the drizzle outside. He holds out a plate of crisps like an offering.

“You alright, mate?” he asks, already halfway through a meat pie.

John doesn’t answer straight away. Just nods. He takes a handful of crisps, and it is only once he starts chewing that he realizes how hungry he is.

“How many bloody people did your gran know?” Black says in his thick Glaswegian accent, settling onto a stool. “Had to tell three different blokes I wasn’t your RAF cousin.”

John glances at him. He and Kelli came in plainclothes, but Black wears a general service tie and a poppy pin.

“Let’s swap,” John mutters. “Old woman near the bar—blue cane—said she remembered me running around in nappies.”

Black looks over at the woman, then grins.

“Remembers?” he says with a wry look, “You still run like you’ve got a full one.”

John shakes his head. Black might be one of the smartest, most socially fluent men John’s ever worked with—but he’s also an Olympic-level piss-taker. Must be genetic. Comes standard with the accent.

“Your sister’s a treat,” he says, nodding over towards where Jess has intercepted Kelli by the bar and is talking her ear off animatedly.

“She’s obsessed with Kelli,” John says, “wouldn’t be shocked if she started saying she wants to be a CMT.”

“Christ, you don’t want that,” Black says, munching on another handful of crisps, “my 12-year-old cousin saw my sidearm once, now he keeps trying to steal my beret.”

John can’t help but huff out a laugh. The idea of Black’s hyperactive cousin running around with his SAS beret is kind of endearing.

“Johnny’s a menace,” he says. “At least Jess is physically harmless.”

Black raises both eyebrows.

“Yeah, well you might want to get her away from Kelli,” he says into his drink, “I think she’s feeling a bit raw on the topic of her personal relationships.”

John looks at Black.

“What do you mean?” he asks, nervous, but trying to appear unbothered.

Black sets his mouth in a line as if he is resisting the urge to laugh at him. John frowns. He’s never felt more pathetic.

“Her leave request to Mullen,” Black says. “It caused a massive fight.”

John nods slowly, still staring as Kelli laughs at something Jess is saying - a good sign at least. “Commands involved now.” He laughs sardonically. “Hard to keep something like that under wraps when Mullen decided to start screaming at her in the medic station.”

John takes a long sip from his pint. Mostly to distract him from crushing the glass into dust with his fist. He can feel Black watching him.

“I know you’re just friends,” he says slowly, “but Mullen clearly thinks something else is going on.”

John grunts.

“Nothing’s going on.”

Black laughs.

“Oh I know, mate,” he says, clapping him on the shoulder. He leaves the hand there for a moment. John refuses to look at him. He knows Black is examining whatever emotion is on his face right now. He won’t find what he’s looking for.

Black sighs. He opens his mouth to say something, but then his gaze is caught by something - someone - behind John’s left shoulder.

“Speak of the devil.”

Kelli appears by his side and grins. She must’ve pried herself away from Jess. John looks over and sees his sister being tugged in another direction by their mother. His attention is brought back as Kelli holds out a beer and John’s traitorous heart jumps. He takes it without meeting her eyes.

“Thanks.”

Her black dress skims her calves, and John—grieving, exhausted—still finds himself wishing she wore dresses more often. Even now, some hopeless part of him wants to reach under the hem and touch her thigh, wants her close.

Wants, full stop.

Honestly, it’s excruciating. He broke up with Veronica half a year ago, and it’s been dry ever since. He had no time to hook up off base. He refuses to cross lines with squadmates - too much drama. But grief chips at boundaries and it’s harder to maintain the partition he has built between what he wants and what he can have.

Kelli doesn’t speak at first. She simply examines him in that way that she does, and he hopes he’s not flushing more than can be explained by the stuffy air.

“You holding up?” she asks quietly.

He nods.

“Just about.”

He knows she means Nan, but it feels like a cruel fucking joke—her being here, still tied to Mullen.

Still tethered to a man who doesn’t respect her. Still wasting time. John wants to haul the prick into a wall. Tell him to stop fucking around. But he can’t. So instead he has to pine like an absolute moron, avoiding Black’s shrewd gaze and his little sister’s nosy fantasies like he has no fucking desire to push Kelli up against the nearest wall and snog her senseless.

He sometimes wishes he was a less honorable man. He’s seen men take whatever they want and just get it. He thinks of Mullen like that - though he has to acknowledge Kelli’s role in the disaster of a relationship. But he knows that his Nan would probably resurrect herself - and his grandfather - just to haunt him if he turned into that kind of man.

“Did you know,” Black says, nudging Kelli, “there are people here who remember our esteemed lieutenant in nappies?”

Kelli laughs.

“Remembers?” Kelli says, deadpan. “He still stomps around base like he’s got a full one.”

John throws his hands up.

“What is it about the way I fucking move?”

Kelli and Black dissolve into fits of laughter. John, despite himself, shakes his head and grins.

“Wankers.”

Black snorts and stands. “Right. Off to the little boys’ room. You two try not to elope while I’m gone.”

He disappears back into the pub crowd, crisps in tow. John watches him go, then glances back at Kelli. “Thanks for coming.”

She shrugs, but it’s gentle. “You did the same.”

He nods. “Still. Means a lot.”

They stand awkwardly for a moment.

John shifts his weight. Kelli takes a sip of her beer, watching the movement behind the window. Her presence is steadying, even if she says nothing.

Then she opens her mouth and shuts it several times.

“Your sister is…” she hesitates, like she’s selecting the most diplomatic term, “…insistent.”

“Ignore everything she says,” John says quickly. “She doesn’t know you’ve got a boyfriend.”

Kelli tilts her head, gives him that look—the one that unpicks his armour without even trying.

“I think she does,” she says. “Told me he was a real dickhead. Wonder where she got that from.”

He flushes. Remembers the conversation—late night, too much on his chest, Jess pressing him, and him blurting out that she was taken. That her boyfriend was a feckless dickhead. He stands by the statement. But still.

He opens his mouth to try and reassure her. To try and claw back some semblance of dignity. Anything.

But then a voice cuts through the hum of the pub beside them.

“John!” It’s cousin Henry, already flushed and gesturing broadly from the doorway. “Come say hello to the lads before they nick off!”

John grimaces.

Kelli catches the look.

“Go,” she says gently. “I’ll be here.”

He doesn’t want to. Not really. Henry’s mates are all far too romantic about his work. The kind of blokes that view SAS service as a fantasy and not the grind that it is. But he nods, brushing past her arm as he turns.

“Save my spot,” he mutters.

She doesn’t answer.

But when he glances back from the doorway, she’s still there—watching him go, unreadable.

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The sun is dipping low, casting amber streaks across the back wall of the pub. The beer garden is mostly emptied out - a few half-drunk glasses on the tables, soft conversation from a handful of distant relatives still milling about, muffled music bleeding through the brick.

John is exhausted - hours of small talk and condolences and too many stories. The kind that leave your chest aching in places you didn’t know could bruise. He thinks that Nan would have been happy. She would have despised his aunt’s taste in music, though - too much synth and sentiment. The numbness has faded a little, despite the exhaustion. It’s replaced by something deeper — not peace, exactly. Just the sharp edges of missing her without the shock to blunt it. He feels like maybe Nan is gone, but there is so much of her left behind.

He hears Jess arguing with Black over whether vampires or werewolves make better boyfriends and can’t help smiling.

He is grateful, he thinks.

Combat has a way of slowing time, of narrowing focus, boiling it down to seconds and blood. But this - this reminds him of what it is he is fighting for. The reason he crawls back out every single time.

Family. Laughter. Even the bullshit makes the suffering seem less pointless.

He spots Kelli hunched over a low brick wall, rifling through her bag. She is facing away from him. The amber light brushes across her cheekbone, and her skin glows with a fading Afghani tan. Her cheeks are flushed - not just from the booze he thinks.

It’s the kind of warmth that comes from hours of forced small talk. It’s the kind of warmth that seeps into him as he approaches—subtle, dangerous. The booze has loosened both his tongue and his tie. A dangerous combination.

“Thought I might find you skulking back here,” he says, grinning despite himself.

Kelli turns. There’s a flicker, surprise, maybe guilt, and then it’s gone. She closes a small tin box quickly and slips it into her pocket.

“Sorry,” she says, flashing a white pill and laughing with a strange brightness, “headache, needed paracetamol and air.”

John frowns — small, automatic. Something’s off. She’s playing normal a bit too hard. Then her phone buzzes, and she hurriedly snatches it off the bricks.

He catches a flash of the name: Mullen.

“I heard they’ll start serving some food soon,” she says, too fast. “Your mum told me you hadn’t eaten.”

He steps closer. He doesn’t give a shit about food. He only cares about her.

“I had crisps.”

Kelli arches a brow. “You stole Black’s crisps. That barely counts.”

It’s a little unnerving just how good Kelli is at appearing as if everything’s okay. He knows Mullen’s a problem. But for a moment, he wonders what else she might not be sharing.

“You always take care of everyone else,” he murmurs. “Even here.”

She looks up at him. Her eyes are wide, caught, maybe, by how close he is.

He knows he is standing too close. He should give her space. But she looks so Goddamned beautiful in the sunlight and grief has sanded his restraint down to something thin and cracked.

She shrugs, like it’s nothing. “I learned from the best.”

He doesn’t answer that. Just looks at her a beat too long.

And then—because the words are sitting too close to the surface—he says, “You alright?”

She exhales through her nose. Defensive. Deflecting.

“I’m fine,” she says, almost reflexively.

Then, after a pause, “It’s Mullen.”

John nods once, slow. “I figured.”

“He didn’t like that I put in for leave.”

“He didn’t like that you have a life outside of him.”

Kelli studies his face. He can tell by the look on her face that she’s about to go on the defensive. Like she always does with Mullen and his bullshit.

“He wasn’t always like this,” she says, gesturing with her phone, which is buzzing - again - and John wants to hurl it into the sky and watch it shatter across the tiles. “At the start he was—I don’t know. Steady. Supportive?”

John scoffs.

“Not supportive enough to promote you when he should have.”

Kelli narrows her eyes at him.

“And how would that look, John?”

“I don’t know, Kelli, how would that look?” he says, leaning forward. His focus narrowing. “Is that what he told you? He can’t promote you because it would look bad? Despite the fact that you’ve saved more lives out there than Mullen has fucking hair on his balls. Give me a fucking break!”

He glances over at some distant second cousin, who is peering at them with interest. Kelli smiles at them - that smile that hides everything simmering beneath the surface.

He tugs at her elbow and directs her into a small corner of the service alley behind the pub.

The sun doesn't reach back here. It is dim and cool. John’s chest feels like it’s been scorched from the restraint he’s trying, and failing, to manifest.

Kelli does not shrug off his hand. Just lets it linger there. She hesitates, not meeting his eyes. “Lately it’s just been—everything’s tense. His unit’s rotating out soon, HQ’s breathing down his neck. He’s under a lot of pressure.”

John swallows down a strangled sigh.

“He screamed at you in front of your team.” He says. “That’s not pressure, Kelli, thats a man showing you who he is.”

She doesn’t answer.

He watches her face, the little twitch in her jaw, the way she looks down like she’s searching for a counterargument and can’t find one that doesn’t sound like bullshit.

And then he says, his voice quieter, soft, “I hate watching you try to explain him. Like it’s your fault he’s a prick.”

His hand twitches on her elbow.

“You shouldn’t have to shrink just to keep the peace.”

That hits. Kelli finally looks up at him.

“He doesn’t like that I spend so much time with you.”

John’s jaw clenches.

Something dark clenches in his gut. He wants to say something furious, but it is something he knows he will regret.

Instead he asks, “Do you like spending time with me?”

Kelli scoffs, but there’s a waver behind it.

“Of course I do,” she says. “Do you think I would have put up with your moody shit for three years if I didn’t like you?”

John laughs - a short, joyless breath - but he knows it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Then what’s the problem?”

Kelli looks at him for a long moment, eyes searching. She leans a little closer, as if unable to stop the pull. The same pull that he feels too.

“Don’t act like you don’t know, John.” she whispers.

He breathes in, sharp and quiet. He brushes his thumb against the inside of her elbow. Skin on skin. Scalding.

She stares up at him, her blue eyes wide. Her eyes flicker- for a moment - toward his lips.

From inside, someone calls his name again.

They both start.

Another relative, another obligation.

John wants to stay.

But he doesn’t trust himself to. Not like this. So he sighs and straightens, relieved in some ways for the reprieve.

“Better not keep the aunts waiting.”

Kelli leans back against the wall, watching him. There’s a flicker of something behind her eyes - disappointment.

He knows it’s cowardice, leaving her like this.

But she’s still tethered to that bastard, and if he stays, he’ll say something he can’t take back. He'll do something he can't take back.

Something neither of them is ready to deal with.

“I’ll still be here,” she says quietly.

He nods, but doesn’t look at her when he says it.

“Yeah. I know.”

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lokisprettygirl · 1 month ago

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Fix You Fix me (Bill Skarsgård! Eric Draven x Female Reader) (Au)

Read Chapter 10 here / Series Masterlist

Chapter 11

Summary : Patricia invites you to dinner. Your relationship with Eric is changing.

Warning: Fat shaming, body shaming, manipulation, domestic violence, child abuse, cheating, reader lacks bit of a spine, emotional abuse, reader's weight will be mentioned because the fic demands it

“I owe you an apology” you said as you placed the duffle bag down on the desk. Chance looked at you and then shook his head. He hasn't been here this last week since you had returned, he was on a trip with his girlfriend Shelly so you hadn't gotten the chance to speak to him.

“You got nothing to apologize for..I get it. Heartbreak is a bitch” he said to you so you nodded. It was one of the worst things that had ever happened to you, losing the man you thought wanted to marry you, you did not see that coming.

“Still..I was wallowing in self pity all alone when I could have had you guys..thanks for checking up on me and I'm sorry I was ignoring you” you smiled so he brought his first up for you to bump.

“I'm just happy to see you back ..don't go anywhere now” he said to you so you smiled.

“Happy to be back”

“Also happy to not see Regina around here anymore”

You couldn't help but chuckle as he said that.

“I'm glad you told him about her cheating on him”

“It wouldn't have made a difference..he was going to break up with her anyways”

Your eyes narrowed as he said that.

“He was?”

“Yeahhhhhh”

You wanted to chit chat some more but you were getting late for the session so you clutched onto the strap of your bag as you entered the gym area, since Eric wasn't taking money from you, you didn't want to take up the slots that could be taken by a paying client. So you decided to do the session at 8:30 every night, that way Eric was free from his other clients and you got to walk home together after closing the gym.

“You know Patricia invited me to dinner at her place on Sunday?” you said as you walked side by side with him.

Eric’s mouth curved into a small smile. He was with Regina for almost a year and she never invited her home.

“I hope she's not planning to replace me with you”

You chuckled as he said that. As your building arrived Eric put his hands in the pocket of his trousers to say goodnight.

“Ummmm do you want to come up.. have a cup of coffee?”

You asked him as you stood on the stoop

“I don't drink coffee,” he said nonchalantly.

“Tea?”

“No”

“Ohkay umm-”

“I'm just messing with you”

You rolled your eyes as he said that.

“Make yourself at home” you said as you placed the bag down before entering the kitchen.

He looked around the living room, there was a picture frame on the dresser so he picked it up.

“You had a dog?” He asked, his voice reaching you so you yelled from the kitchen.

“Yeah my family did..Mojo..he was such a good dog..I loved him so much”

You mumbled as you came back and passed him the tea. The frame was still in his hand as he sat down on the couch next to you.

“There's a story behind that pic” you said before sipping on your tea so he looked at you.

“Go on”

“It was a hot summer day and I fainted in my parent's backyard because my mom had this thing where she often bought clothes two sizes too small for me-” his brows creased in worry as you said that.

“Why would she do that?”

“Look at me I was a chubs..she always said that women should buy clothes for the size they want to be and not the size they are-”

He hadn't met your mother yet but he was starting to see why you had such an unhealthy relationship with food and clothes. He had a feeling Jake made it worse for you.

“You're like ten in this picture”

“Yeah 9 actually..”

“That's messed up..clothes come in different sizes for a reason” you stared at him as he spoke.

“I ..uhh..I guess ..she just wanted me to stay in good shape”

“Nine years olds are not supposed to worry about that, besides you were not even overweight, you just had a little fluff like most kids do”

You smiled as he said that.

“What?” he asked as you had a grin on your face.

“Nothing..just …never thought of you as the guy who had the word fluff in his vocabulary”

It was his turn to roll his eyes, his cheeks almost flushed.

“Finish the story” he said to you, his fingers brushing gently over the picture.

“I woke up to Mojo licking on my face and trying to wake me up..i always look back at that moment and it just makes me smile”

He smiled as you finished. He had been doing that alot lately. You knew he only did that around the people he cared about.

In the past week you had thought about Jake less and less, and the moment you felt as if you were starting to move on, he began messaging you, asking how you were doing, if you were taking care of yourself, that he was worried about you, telling you that he missed you.

He even apologised, saying that it was a mistake with Maura and she was nothing like you.

You stayed strong and ignored those texts even though a part of you wanted to respond. A part of you still loved him, still held onto that idea of marriage and having a family with him. It just felt like he was your last chance and that you'd never have it again.

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Sunday arrived quicker than you'd have expected. You put on a floral dress, the one you had bought to fit your current size, did a light make up and took a cab to Patricia's house.

You knocked on the door twice, your fingers then clutched around the bottle of wine, you didn't want to come empty handed.

As the door opened you got ready to greet Stella or Patricia but it was Eric instead, out of his gym clothes, wearing a normal shirt and black pants for once. His hair was still wet from the shower, he smelled good.

Really good.

“Oh hi” you smiled, he stepped aside so you could enter.

“Hey” you handed him the bottle of wine so he stared at it.

“Thanks for bringing this.. though nobody drinks here”

Shit. His father was an alcoholic. How could you be such a dumb bitch y/n?

“My mom..she's on medication and Stella doesn't consume wine and I don't drink either so-” he continued so you reached for the bottle.

“I'll just take it back-”

“No. Let it be” he pulled it away from you “I'll open it if I win the final” he gave you a small smile.

“Not if.. when” you said to him, his eyes flickered for a moment before he composed himself.

“Ohhhhh welcome sweetheart” you heard Patricia’s voice from behind him so you approached her and bent down to give her a hug.

“Sit ..I'll bring tea” she said and immediately turned her wheelchair around but Eric caught up with her.

“Mama you stay put, you have been in that kitchen since morning” Eric said to her as he walked towards her chair and bent down to kiss her forehead. “I'll bring it” he said before he walked into the kitchen.

“He doesn't let me do anything..there's a cook Sheela that comes everyday..but today I wanted to make something special” you smiled as she said that. They were really lucky to have each other.

“That is really sweet but do let me know if you need help with anything” you said to her so she smiled.

“You look a lot happier than that day at the store.. you're glowing” She said as she caressed your head. She was so sweet to you as if you had known each other for years.

Eric has kept the main door open, You saw Chance entering with his girlfriend Shelly. After they both greeted Patricia, She looked at you.

“You must be y/n” she said as she approached you so you stood up and hugged her.

“You must be Shelly. I have heard alot about you”

“Good things I hope-” she giggled so you nodded.

As you watched Eric setting up the table you approached him.

“Need help?” You asked him,your fingers clutched around one of the chairs.

“Yeah I have no idea what I'm doing” you smiled as you began to set up the napkins.

“It doesn't seem that way..you're too modest” you said as you saw how the plates were set perfectly.

Once it was all done, Chance, Shelly and you sat on the one side, while Patricia, Eric and Stella sat on the other.

“Aaa aaaa i made a special Rice and Chicken dish for you and our y/n since she's on a healthy diet-” Patricia Said do Eric smiled and leaned to kiss her cheek .

“Thanks mama”

“Thank you Ms. Draven” you said to her softly, your eyes almost teared up at the gesture.

“That's not to say you can't eat anything else, okay? Eat whatever you want” she looked at you so you nodded.

In the middle of the dinner Eric's phone began to ring so he excused himself

“I'm so glad he broke up with that witch” Shelly whispered close to you, making you chuckle.

“Not a fan of queen bee huh?”

“She's such a bitch..we met at Chance’s birthday party last year, immediately she was being like girl you're so beautiful blah blah and we clicked a bunch of pictures..i thought wow what a nice girl right? Wrong ..next day I woke up to random people calling me ugly in my dm. She chose to post the worst picture she had of me on her profile”

Your mouth hung open as she said that.

“Oh my god that's what she did to me” she gasped as you said that.

“What did you do then?”

“I just asked her to delete it .. mainly because my ex was really upset about it..what did you do?”

She smirked as you questioned her.

“I threatened her to delete them-” she looked around the table, hoping Patricia won't hear her but luckily she was engrossed in a conversation with Stella, she then lowered down her voice.

“I found her secret Only fans Page..she had one of those before she got famous..she was using a fake name on there but i image searched her”

You gasped and then burst into a giggle at the revelation.

“I took a few screenshots and sent it to her, she immediately deleted the picture from her profile.. and never talked to me again”

“Did Eric know?”

“No don't think so..i never told Chance either.. her OF page is gone now anyways”

You could see why Chance was in love with her.

“Good on you for not ratting her out, even though she deserved it”

Eric returned a minute later, and his mom scolded him for leaving the dinner in between so he apologized.

You couldn't really put your thoughts into words at the moment. Everything felt so warm and sweet. It was like spending time with friends and family, with people where you know none of them disliked you, or made fun of you behind your back. Nobody was putting you down for how much you weighed, or how you looked in that dress.

Your eyes met with Eric, his brows furrowed for a moment.

“You okay?” He mouthed the words so you smiled and gave him a nod.

After dinner Patricia went into her room and brought back photo albums, mostly of Eric when he was a child.

“Y/n come..sit here” she said to you as she wheeled herself next to the couch.

“Mama no-”

Eric warned her but she gave him the typical mom look so he gave up.

You didn't get to have much conversation with Eric but your eyes met once in a while, everytime you looked at him, he was looking at you. You noticed how there were no pictures of Eric's father in the album, which made sense considering their history.

“This was the day i brought him home” she showed you a picture, Eric was just a little boy in it.

“He's adopted?” You asked, even though you already knew the truth.

“I couldn't have biological children, but it has never really mattered since he got in my life”

Patricia had her arm around his shoulder, you noticed she wasn't in the wheelchair in those pictures. You wanted to ask but you didn't want to be rude.

You wondered what it felt like, having a mother who loved him as much as she did. Yours was always emotionally distant so you didn't really understand the feeling but you knew it must have been nice to have someone you could open up to and hope she'd be on your side when you did.

Everything was going good, Eric was going to drop you home, but then something happened to Patricia, she fainted suddenly. Eric was immediately next to her before her body would slump down the chair.

“Did she take her meds today?” He asked Stella.

“Wait let me check her box, i did remind her in the evening -”

Stella rushed to the room. When she came back, she informed him that her meds for the evening were still in the box. Eric immediately picked her up to drive her to the nearby hospital.

“Ahhh Chance.. Can you drop y/n home?” he asked Chance but before he could respond you interrupted.

“No ..I'll come to the hospital…please” you spoke softly so he nodded. His eyes were teary, you could see how worried he was.

Eric had a car he kept here just for such emergencies. You sat down in front with him as Stella was taking care of Patricia in the back seat. Chance followed behind with Shelly on his bike. The hospital wasn't that far but there was a signal and you saw how his legs were constantly shaking. He couldn't sit still.

Once the hospital arrived, Eric immediately picked her carefully and took her inside.

“Paraplegic..S1 to S5 level. She’s on Midodrine for her BP and Baclofen for spasticity. She didn’t take her meds today and then fainted..look for her file..it must be under Patricia Draven”

He informed the nurse before she wheeled Patricia away, and another nurse asked you all to wait. Eric kept pacing back and forth in the hallway as he feared the worst, everytime such an incident occurred he just feared losing her.

After an examination the doctor put her on medication and informed him that she'd be alright. That's when he finally breathed in relief even though his nerves were still on fire.

“I'm so sorry Eric..i should have been more stern and should have watched her take the medicine..she probably didn't want to be sleepy tonight and that's why-” Stella spoke with tears in her eyes so Eric turned to her.

“You did nothing wrong, here..you go home..I'll bring her as soon as she's up” Eric told her as he placed his hand on her shoulder. She wiped her tears before she took the car keys from him.

Shelly had to be up early for her job too so Chance had a talk with Eric before he took her home, she took your number and hugged you before she left.

“Come…I'll drop you home” Eric said as he walked into the waiting room.

“I'll stay until she wakes up” he stared at you for a moment before he nodded and sat down next to you. You noticed how worried he seemed, his legs were still constantly shaking and he was zoning out. His hands were trembling too so you placed your hand on his. He stiffened for a moment,

“I should’ve noticed,” he muttered, voice laced with guilt. “She didn’t want to take her pills today because they make her sleepy. She wanted to cook for us and stay alert” he looked down as if he was ashamed of himself.

“She's fine Eric, just a little overworked, you know how moms get sometimes. I saw you doing whatever you could to keep her safe.. She'll be up in no time” you mumbled softly, your fingers gently curled around his, he turned his head to look at you, his eyes were teary.

“Thanks for staying..you didn't have to”

“You'd have done the same for me”

“Are you sure you still want to be here..it will take some time”

“I'm not going anywhere until she's up and home”

He smiled a little bit but he didn't let go of your hand.

“Can I ask how the injury.. happened? The spinal one” you asked him, you saw how his mood shifted, his jaw clenched in anger as if he was reliving the day “I'm sorry..i shouldn't have -”

“No it's okay.. It's just. It was my..her husband.. they often had fights, he'd scream and hit her, she'd cry and then next morning she'd act as if nothing happened. One night he pushed her down the stairs after he got shitfaced” your eyes teared up as he said that. His jaw remained clenched, thinking about that night still sent him into a fury.

“I should have intervened, I thought it was just another fight but then i heard the loud noise..found her on the bottom of the stairs..collapsed, I thought I had lost her”

You hand squeezed around him as he spoke.

“How old were you then?”

“Sixteen” you sniffled to control your tears from spilling.

For a moment you thought that was the night he almost killed his father but it wasn't, you remembered reading that he was almost eighteen when that happened. You wondered what made him snap eventually.

“On the way she had regained consciousness, asked me to not say anything to the police, made me promise that I would tell them that she just fell and that it was an accident- she loved that bastard, for all those moments when he wasn't such a monster under the influence but I knew he didn't love any of us, I should have done something to protect her-” he finished, your brought your other hand and braced it around his forearm.

“You were just a boy Eric..just a boy.. I know you did your best, and she did her best with you.. I'm so sorry.. I didn't want to bring up such awful memories “

“No..it's..it feels nice to share”

You smiled as he said that. You placed your head down on his shoulder after a while, hands still hooked together as if it was the most natural thing to do.

You couldn't ignore it though, you wanted to, you really wanted to because you were in love with Jake right? Just because he cheated on you doesn't mean your love was fake too, but you couldn't ignore how there were butterflies swarming in your belly every time you looked at your intertwined fingers. And that tingling sensation you felt in the pit of your stomach, you wanted to deny that too.

You stayed like that for a while, quiet, heads close, hands clasped until a nurse reappeared in the hallway.

“She’s asking for you,” she said gently.

Eric stood immediately, but before stepping away, he looked down at your joined hands. You slowly let go of his fingers.

“Come with me”

“You go first..she'd want to see you first..i'll be right behind” you said to him so he nodded before walking away but then he paused at the door and turned to look at you.

“The dress, you look beautiful” his voice was so tender as he spoke, immediately made your eyes well up.

“Thank you” you smiled so he returned it before he stepped out.

You took a deep breath as he went out of your sight, your heart was racing.

You looked at the dress, the colour green, the one you have been told didn't look good on you.

What just happened? Eric was a friend, like Chance was, you have had male friends before but this was different. This felt different. Exciting in a way you couldn't explain. The last time you had this feeling was with Jake–--

No that was not true. You never felt this way with Jake, so warm, so flushed, so pretty. He made you nervous but not in a good way, not in the way Eric did whenever he looked at you. And you were starting to realise that.

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anki-of-beleriand · 2 years ago

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Bad Liar ch. 5

Summary: Life is about lessons, and Wanda has been learning some harsh facts that had define her life and taken her to a place in which she was given a second chance. Then, all of a sudden, she meets you, and she realizes why it's easier to lie to yourself than to accpet what's right in front of her.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff/ Female!reader - America/Kate - Mentions of past Vision/Wanda - past Natasha/Reader - Some Female!Reader/Carol Danvers - past Shuri/Female!reader

Warnings: Slow burn - Enemies to friends to lovers - Mentions of abusive relationships - Toxic relationships - angst - drama - mentions of abuse - unrequited love - gay panic - fools in love - more tags as the story progress.

Author's note: I'm back! Yes! I know it has been quite a while, life has been hard if I'm honest with you and these moments of peace had been sporacdic. Hope you like this new chapter.

This time around something happened that made R and Wanda come closer, yet far enough for them to deny whatever they want.

Thank you so much for reading, commenting, liking and reblogging the story guys! Remember that English is not my mother tongue, so forgive my grammar, spelling and funny mistakes.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18

Chapter 5

Falling

Her life had been predetermined by her father the moment she had been born.

For as long as she could remember, Wanda had always been told what to do, how to act, what was expected of her. Even though her mother helped her get an education, as well as get into a career, her father had always made sure Wanda was straight as an arrow, always leading her to a ‘good man that could control and protect her’.

She found herself being introduced to Jarvis at some point, the son of one of her father’s business partners, and a classmate of hers all through the secondary, it had been decided that he would be her husband. Wanda sighed watching the picture she kept on her photo album, in there was Pietro always smiling and happy with his arm around her shoulders while Jarvis stood to her left with a possessive hold on her waist.

Pietro had never liked Jarvis, but it wasn’t his decision.

Thunder broke into the night, Wanda jumped startled watching outside the window while her eyes drifted momentarily to the stairs. She strained her ear trying to hear if the twins had woken up, but the silence of the house was only broken by the rain and the wind right outside. Wanda sat in silence and a half-lit room, the memories of her past coming over with overwhelming emotions that threatened to break her over once more.

She held onto her own strength, the smile of her children and the words of Hope and Natasha while the tears rolled down her cheeks.

“This is a long road, Wanda. You are not expected to heal overnight, but you do need to start somewhere.”

And that was precisely what she was doing, choosing the memories she wanted to keep and letting go of those she didn’t want to remember. The pictures in her photo album had change drastically the moment Jarvis showed up in her life. Soon the pictures of Pietro, her mother, and her friends disappeared, giving way to pictures of Jarvis filling up her youth invading her life in ways she never noticed until now.

She didn’t even have enough pictures of her and the twins, most of the pictures included Jarvis one way or another holding them, grabbing them, possessing them. Wanda closed the photo album feeling suddenly emotionally tired, her life had changed drastically ever since she ran from Jarvis and started working on her, her children, her career.

“One step at a time, Wanda. You just must give yourself some credit, you are doing fantastic and as long as you remember why you are doing this you will be okay.”

And Wanda knew why she was doing it.

She still had the scars, and the police report as well as the medical records of herself and Tommy. The bright, blueish light of lightning breaking into the night startled her again, this time around she redirected her eyes to the window and waited for the sound of thunder breaking into the night.

The lights in the house flickered and soon the hole house went black. Wanda stood up, her eyes going big as she heard the sudden cries coming from the twin’s room. In less than a minute she had run up the stairs entering their room, the light from the mobile helping her move through the house and the darkened room.

She was familiar with the scene welcoming her the moment she crossed the threshold of the twin’s room. Billy was holding onto Tommy, both boys had their eyes wide open though Tommy was looking drowsy and flustered while Billy was completely awake and disheveled holding onto his brother as he used to whenever they heard the screams of fighting and hitting in their parents’ room.

“Hey, guys, it’s okay, mommy is here.” Wanda approached the bed wrapping her arms around them, kissing their foreheads with a concerned frown. “It’s just rain, it will pass.”

Billy merely nodded but Tommy went from his brother to his mother, and it was then that Wanda noticed the shivering figure of Tommy, his labored breathing and the glassy eyes. Billy shot his brother a worried glance before turning his attention to his mother.

“Momma, I don’t feel good.” Tommy whispered snuggling closer to Wanda, the young woman placed her hand on the boy’s forehead feeling the warm emanating from his skin.

Panic rose inside Wanda’s mind, Tommy was burning and he wasn’t looking so good. She lifted her eyes and Billy was glancing at her with a frown adorning his face.

“Mommy?”

“Don’t worry, boys, mommy is here, okay?” Wanda cooed Tommy while trying to give Billy a reassuring smile.

Tommy closed his eyes whimpering lightly, while Billy chewed on his lower lip.

“Is Tommy okay?” He asked in a small voice, Wanda fixed the younger of the twins on the bed while helping Billy down and directing him to his own bed.

“He is baby, but he needs some space and medicine, right now he seems to have a fever and mommy needs to make sure he is okay.” Wanda explained pocking Billy on the nose, the young boy offered a weak smile, but his eyes went from Wanda and Tommy constantly.

“I’m going to grab something really quick from the bathroom, can you watch over him without going to close to Tommy?” Wanda inquired knowing the request was hard for the young boy, they had always been together through the fighting, through the punishment and even in sickness.

But Wanda didn’t have the luxury of having any help, and risking both twins to get sick was something she couldn’t afford emotionally and physically. Wanda brushed Billy’s hair placing a single kiss on his forehead. Billy scrunched up his nose, pursing his lips at the last request.

“Tommy needs me.” He mumbled crossing his arms.

“I know it’s hard, Billy, but mommy doesn’t want you catching whatever it is Tommy has.” She tried to explain to the upset kid. “Mommy needs you to be strong and help her out, can you do that for me?”

Billy pouted looking away while nodding his head curtly, Wanda hesitated for a moment before standing up, her eyes went to Tommy then back to Billy who was still looking away from her. With a heavy heart, the young woman made her way to the bathroom to look for something that might help Tommy.

In the darkened bathroom, Wanda soon realized she had never bother to buy any medicine or any kind of implements that might help in a situation such as this. She had gauze, alcohol, bandages, cotton balls, and a digital thermometer. She tried to look at her reflection, the tears she didn’t know she was shedding rolling down her cheeks while her heart beat hard against her ribcage. None of this, but the thermometer, would help her with Tommy, would her?

With trembling hands, Wanda grabbed the thermometer and some cotton balls, she let her hands wander inside the cabinet until she found a small cup. Making sure the water was not too cold, she wiped away her tears and putting on a strong façade grabbed everything and went back to the twin’s room.

The storm ranging right outside the house became almost unbearable, thunder and lightning filled out the emptiness inside her home and by the time she was helping Tommy out, Billy was holding onto his pillow watching wide-eyed as Tommy whimpered and complain while putting his blankets away.

The lights had not come out yet, and Wanda had a feeling that this might take some time because of the storm. She went right into action making sure Tommy had the thermometer while putting the cotton balls and the cup of water on the bedside table.

Billy watched from afar as Wanda fussed over Tommy while his brother cried softly, and tried to get away from her touch while still couching and sneezing, his hands grabbing his chest or head from time to time. The young boy had always been there ready to protect his brother, and he hated it when he knew there was nothing he could do.

His young eyes went from his brother to his mom, she was crying and Billy felt his eyes well up at the sight. For a brief moment, he turned his attention to the door almost expecting his dad to come over screaming enraged before hitting mommy and Tommy.

But it never happened, and relief washed over the young man that still felt anguish at the sight of his family suffering over without anything he could do. Billy glanced at the phone, then back at his mom and Tommy, he lifted his hand and wiped away his tears with his pajamas. The phone he had been holding for quite a while vibrated in his hand, Billy frowned glancing at the phone while tilting his head.

“Mommy.” He mumbled standing up, he made his way to Wanda holding onto the phone.

Wanda lifted her head, she tried to smile and Billy could see she was not doing okay.

“Tell me, sweetie.”

“Can you call a doctor?” Billy offered the phone to his mother, he could no longer hide the tears on his face and Wanda broke just a little at how mature he usually behaved at his age.

Wanda grabbed the phone putting him closer to her, her arms wrapped comfortingly around him before placing a kiss on his head. She thought about the proposal, it wasn’t as if she hadn’t thought about it, but the rain outside and the lower temperatures could only be worse for the boy burning in fever at the moment. There was a moment of hesitation on Wanda’s part, she glanced at Tommy then at Billy before placing her eyes on the phone.

But before she could do anything, Tommy sat up moaning, grabbing his stomach.

“Mommy I don’t feel good…” And with those words, he leaned in and started throwing up.

Billy stepped back watching horrified as Tommy empty the contents of his stomach on the bed and the floor, and soon Wanda sprang into action taking the young boy to the bathroom, running and sharing comforting words to a now crying Tommy.

The mobile had fallen to the floor, and Billy grabbed the gadget in his hands hugging it closer to his chest not knowing what to do and how to help his mom and brother. It took him a moment, tears falling down his face, and he just checked the phone finding the only familiar name that could help him and his mommy in a moment like that one.

With a blurry eyesight, he pressed the dial button and finally started sobbing when he heard the familiar voice through the phone.

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There was not a single light on the streets.

The wind and water twirled in front of the windows, the bluish light of thunder breaking into the darkness from time to time, and the rumbling from thunder making the glass trembled echoing the strength of the storm.

You sipped some hot chocolate from your favorite mug, sitting down in the kitchen your mind played out the recent events that had shaken your life in ways you never thought possible. More than a week had passed since the school event in which you got a chance to see a side of your neighborhood you were not familiar with and finding her in the practice of your best friend.

Since then, your encounters with her have been sporadic. But each and every single one of them had the spark of teasing you had come accustomed to. It had become a habit to just bother her and rail her up, to watch her reaction to your piercing words and your constant teasing while getting some reaction out of her. To see her eyes going wide, and flashing that glare you had come to appreciate, or her retorts that were a defiance of your intelligence and your personality. A part of you knew the game you were playing was a dangerous one, another part didn’t even care.

That was, until your mind reminded you of one Carol Danvers that had been at your doorstep from the moment you decided to go back to the world.

The blonde woman had been there as a support, and also as someone that helped you escaped from the pain and the reality you were made to face. So much different than Shuri, Carol had always understood your priorities, and while at the beginning the both of you had agreed on sex with no strings attached, Carol had made it quite evident she was ready for more, and pretty much intended to wait for you to be ready as well.

Another thunder broke into the night.

You lifted your eyes wondering if perhaps letting Carol meet America had been the wisest thing to do, the both of them had hit it off right off the bat, and you knew that Carol had been more than happy about the meeting. She saw that as a step in the right direction, one of the steps to get you closer into a relationship you were still not so sure you wanted.

“What are you doing up at this hour?” The voice of America startled you awake from your daze, turning around you saw her completely dressed wearing a heavy jacket and boots as if she was ready to go out.

“What are you doing dressed like that?” You asked back raising a single eyebrow, the young woman came closer to you tilting her head with narrowed eyes.

“I’m going out.”

You snorted shaking your head, “you’re crazy if you think I’m letting you go out with this weather. Anyway, why the hell would you go out? This has something to do with Kate?”

America opened her eyes wide, blushing lightly while crossing her arms.

“Not everything that happens to me has to do with Kate.” She huffed indignantly, though you had to smirk at her reaction.

“As of late, everything has to do with her…” You replied teasingly. “You two should stop playing around and get together already.”

“Oh, shut up! You are one to talk, you and Carol had been playing the friends with benefits for far too long, you should give in already.” She retorted shooting you a defiant glance, you winced looking away while lifting your mug.

“Touché. I won’t say anything about Kate and you from now on.”

“Thank you.” America turned around but stopped when you placed a hand on her shoulder, your brows lifted in wonderment.

“Still, you’re not going out, though.”

America made a face lifting her phone while trying to come up with the best explanation.

“Look, Billy Maximoff just called me.” She started explaining, and as soon as that name came out you perked up. “He was really distressed, crying and asking for me to help him, something happened to Tommy and…”

“Well, where is his mom? Or his dad for that matter?”

It wasn’t so much the question, but the tone of voice you used to ask. Your voice broke a little, and your tone rose an octave making you clear your throat and look away from the scrutinizing gaze of your sister. America narrowed her eyes at you, tilting her head.

“There is no dad, and it seems as if Mrs. Maximoff needs help.” America trailed off before grabbing your hand. “Come with me, please, I think they really need help and I hated to think Billy is crying while Tommy and Mrs. Maximoff are…I don’t know…”

You made a face letting go of America while scratching the nape of your neck, your heart jumped in your chest while a tingling started in your abdomen at the thought of seeing Wanda Maximoff. It was strange, and unwanted, you shouldn’t feel anxious to see that insufferable woman, yet…

“What if Tommy is sick, Y/N? I know you can help them.” America pressed grabbing your hand. “Please, come with me and if it is something dumb, you can lash out at Mrs. Maximoff, I know it had become your favorite pastime as of late.”

“That’s not true!” You replied slightly offended. “She is the one lashing out at me!”

“Oh, please if I didn’t know better, I would say you like her!” America replied turning just on time to miss the flash of panic in your eyes.

“So, can you come with me?” This time around she used her most powerful weapon against you, and her puppy eyes with that familiar pout broke your resolution.

Rolling your eyes you nod, “okay, okay, I’m coming with you, let me grab something, I don’t want to catch a pneumonia just so you can go and help Maximoff’s brats.”

America smirked watching as you went running to your room, she knew even if your words seemed uncaring that you were hooked when she said the kids might be sick. America knew for you it was hard to not care, but sometimes it was harder to care.

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Your eyes soon found those of the small boy standing by the door with a blue blanket tightly pressed against his chest, he had tears in his eyes with his hair completely disheveled and a spark of mistrusted sent your way. America knelt down as soon as he opened the door, her face breaking into one of pure tenderness while she spoke to the boy in a soft reassuring tone.

“Hey, Billy, how are you buddy?”

“Tommy is sick.” He mumbled and was about to hug your sister when you stopped him from going any further.

His glare made you think of his mother, and you had to refrain yourself from snorting at the likeness between both of them.

“We are drench, kid, so hugging America is not a good idea.” The glare didn’t lose its intensity, but the boy pursed his lips and stepped away from your grasp.

America rolled her eyes at you, closing the door behind her and taking the jacket off of her. You followed her swiftly, while also taking off your boots and standing inside the house that had been Natasha’s at some point.

The place had changed ever since, though you could see the new inhabitants of the household decided to keep some of the furniture. You frowned stepping inside the place noticing there was no one but the kid on the first floor, turning around you could see America talking to the boy, this time around she wrapped her arms around him helping him up and walking towards you with Billy snuggling closer to her.

“Tommy is sick, and he and his mom are upstairs.” She commented, her lips broke into a sad smile. “He didn’t know what to do, but he thought if I was here his mom could take Tommy to the doctor.”

“You are quite the smart guy, Billy.” Your commented made Billy turned his attention to you, though his eyes had not softened he was now shooting curious glances at you. “However, with this rain, the best would be for Tommy and your mom to stay here…”

This time around you could see the crestfallen expression on the boy’s face, his eyes welled up again and your heart broke at the sight. You leaned in, winking at him reassuringly.

“But you and your family are lucky that I know a thing or two about being a doctor and may be able to help, would you like that?”

America watched as the boy tensed in her arms, his eyes opened lightly, and he glanced at you for the very first time with wonderment, and some hesitation.

“Really?” he turned to America to corroborate your words, and the young woman smiled at him.

“Yes, Billy, this is my sister Y/N.” She said, looking at you then back at the boy. “And she learnt a thing or two about children and how to take care of them.”

Billy pursed his lips glancing at you with a tilt of his head, “really? You help Tommy?”

“Really, I can help Tommy and your mommy as well.” You looked around the place before settling your eyes on America. “Why don’t you grabbed one of the torches you brough and I will go upstairs to see what’s going on.”

“Sure.” America turned to Billy pocking him on the nose. “Want some chocolate while we make sure Tommy gets better?”

You watched as both of them go to America’s jacket, and handing over the torch to Billy they made their way to the kitchen. With a sigh, you placed a hand on your head before turning your stare to the stairs; the place was completely silent, and you had to glance around while straining your ear to catch some noise. Without missing a beat, you walked down the hall until you found yourself in front of a door decorated with dinosaurs and the names of the twins in blue and red.

The room smelt like vomit, and it felt suffocating.

On the bed was a small boy whimpering, and leaning in was the young woman you had come to know as Wanda. There was a moment of hesitation before you knock on the open door, the sudden sound made Wanda jerked around her eyes wide open as they settled on you.

“Wha-what are you…who…?”

The young woman was looking terrible.

Her hair was out of place, and she had been wearing some sweatpants and a shirt that had strains of vomit all over them. The sight itself was quite incredible, you had seen the fire behind those green eyes, the power behind the woman’s words as well as her determination whenever you engaged her in a bickering contest. But the woman standing before you was lost, it was someone that didn’t know what to do or how to react, that was completely out of her element while holding onto a piece of sanity she clearly didn’t have.

It made you think of that time she had frozen in fear during the school’s event.

“You got any coherent thought behind those questions? Or do I have to guess what are you trying to ask?” Your lips curled into a smirk, the glint of anger flashing towards you as the woman strides to you her index finger lift poking on your chest, with her nostrils flaring.

“What the hell are you doing here?” There was desperation in her voice, and you had to wonder where the father of the kids was, where was her husband.

Was she alone in all of this?

“Your kid called, and America dragged me over to help.”

She blinked a couple of times, your words registering in her head while her brows knitted together. Her eyes locking with yours before she opened them in realization.

“Billy.”

“Yes.”

“America? Why…?” Now she looked even more confused than before, you shrugged suddenly very aware of the closeness of the woman and the foolishness of the situation.

“She is my sister, and your kid call her over to see if she could help you.” You shrugged trying to look uninterested in the whole situation. “You had a smart kid, Princess. Now, let me help you with your other kid.”

You stepped aside, and walked past Wanda who was struck by the door still registering your words. You looked around the place before kneeling down right beside the bed of Tommy. You placed your hand on his forehead, he was burning and your touch made him shiver telling you his skin was sensitive to the touch. It was quite evident he had thrown up, and his paleness confused itself with the flush of the fever. Your eyes moved to the thermometer then to the mess around you.

“What are you doing?” Wanda asked in a thin voice, your eyes were flashing angrily at her just as you stood up.

“Me? What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You asked through gritted teeth. “He is burning up! What had you given to him? Do you know if he eaten something that upset his stomach? How long has he been like this?”

And just as you said this you stepped closer to her, the anger in you came by the sight of the state the room was in and by the obvious discomfort the boy was in. It was incredible to you that a mother could be this disinterested in their child. If your stepmother had been alive her first instinct would have been to take you or America straight to the hospital, bad weather or not, and your dad…

The anger running through your veins cooled down the moment your eyes fell upon the cowering form of Wanda. The young woman winced when you spoke to her, her body tensing and coiling in on itself, while she pressed her hands tightly to her chest. Her eyes clenched close, paled with a quivering lower lip, she was mumbling something you had not bothered to hear up until now.

“I just…I didn’t…I don’t have because I…” Wanda had been ready to answer your reproaches with the same annoying tone she used to address you until something in her triggered the memories she thought she had overcome. She was useless, a bad mother, she deserved punishment. She deserved her fate.

“I don’t know! I’m sorry, I…I failed, I failed, I’m a bad mother…”

You never expected her to break down the way she was doing, something in your chest stirred with sympathy and guiltiness at having been so hasty in your reaction. There was a moment of hesitation that was broken the moment the woman felt to her knees, this time around her arms above her head as if protecting herself from an invisible attack. You clenched your jaw, your eyes burning with horror at the thought that this was perhaps what Wanda was waiting from you.

You could hear her whimpers, turning around you could see Tommy crawling his legs closer to his body, he had been awake during the scene trembling on his bed with his lips turned downwards. You brushed your hair away before stepping closer to Wanda, kneeling down slowly but surely, your hand placed itself on her shoulder. Whatever story was behind her reaction, you decided right there and there, you would make things easier for her.

“Hey, Wanda, I’m sorry.” You whispered softly, comfortingly. “It was not my place, you are a good mother, you did the right thing, I just…I want to help…”

“Hey, Wanda, sorry I just…look, I came here to help. So…”

“Why? So you can humiliate me? Tell me…making me feel as If…” Wanda exploded pushing your hands away, her eyes filled with tears just as she glared at you. “I’m doing my best I just…”

“I know, I’m sorry.” You whispered, wincing at her words. “I was unfair, I…I just…I don’t like seeing little kids suffering, okay? And, Tommy, he really needs a doctor. Let me make it up to you, let me help you.”

“What? You are a doctor or something like that?” Wanda bit back, her glare never missing the intensity.

“Something like that.” You replied offering a half smile, Wanda furrowed her brows the situation draining her of any will or energy to fight over. “Let’s start by getting him really clean up, do you have anything we can give him?”

“What do you mean?” She asked in a small voice.

“Antibiotics, aspirin…something?” Wanda shook her head and you nodded curtly.

“Okay, that’s fine. You and him, you need a shower…”

“But…but he is sick, and his fever…”

“Needs to be controlled before it gets out of hand.” You replied helping the young woman stand up, you cocked your head, so your eyes fell upon the boy that was glancing at the both of you. “Let’s take him to the bathroom, I have some torches that may help you, but you need to give him a bath and help with his fever.”

Wanda nodded weakly making her way to the bed, Tommy was shivering with his lips parted. You leaned in, observing the rhythm of his breathing and the sweat on his face.

“Mommy?” He asked in a weak voice, Wanda cleared his face never missing the concern marks on her face.

“Is he…” Wanda started but soon trailed off.

“He is gonna be okay.” You smiled at her, standing up you placed a hand on her forearm. “Don’t worry, kid, everything is gonna be fine, can you tell me where it hurts the most?”

Tommy pouted hesitating before placing his hand on his head, you pursed your lips nodding. Wanda observed as you knelt down with your eyes scanning the small form of the boy.

“Does your tummy hurt still?”

“No.” Tommy put his legs closer to his chest, your eyes narrowed for a moment.

“Tommy, did you feel bad today at school?”

Tommy hesitated before nodding, “I didn’t want Billy worried because he was playing with Bard, and I’m always complaining.”

The boy explained in a thin voice, Wanda pressed her lips holding back her own tears. You offered the boy a smirk, shaking your head.

“I bet Bard was being a little brat about it, wasn’t he?”

Tommy opened his eyes before nodding, this time around he smiled.

“Yeah, the men in that family can be little brats.” You said winking at Tommy. “But they are good people, you don’t have to hide, Tommy, more so if you don’t feel okay.”

“I’m s’orry.” He lowered his gaze, “I don’t wanna be weak, daddy don’t like it when I complain.”

You decided to not comment on that, and you even ignored the sudden shift on Wanda’s posture, and the gasp she let out at Tommy’s words.

“Hey! Not feeling well is not about complaining, it’s about being brave enough to admit you need help.” You replied by pocking his nose. “Now, I need to help you and your mom with your fever, okay?”

Tommy nodded putting a thumb on his mouth, you stood up looking around the room before settling your eyes on Wanda. In a sudden movement, you went to pick up Tommy in your arms, the little boy snuggling closer to you.

“He does need to take a bath, and it’s going to be a little uncomfortable for him because the water must be lukewarm.” You stated firmly, Wanda shifted her position taking a good look at you. “Can you show me the bathroom?”

The bathroom was huge.

With a big bathtub at the far corner, you realized that with more light the situation would be easier for everyone. However, the place was big enough to make it work for the mother and the child, you placed Tommy on a small chair near the toilet.

“Okay young man, I need your help right now, think you can do it?”

Tommy opened his eyes wide, nodding while glancing at you then back at Wanda.

“Okay, I’m gonna bring some flashlights and you and your mom are going to take a bath.” You explained to him standing up while turning on the light on your mobile. Wanda had been silent up until then, she had been following your every move, hearing every single word you spoke to her and Tommy, and something inside her stirred grateful by your actions.

You glanced around the place helped with your mobile trying to locate the cabinet in which you might be able to locate some medication. Your eyes narrowed when the only thing you spot were gauzes, bandages, alcohol, and things that might help someone after a fall. Not in a situation like the one they were in at the moment. You turned to Wanda, but the young woman was making her best effort to look away from you.

“I’m going to get the bathtub ready, and you and Tommy can take a bath, so the both of you stop stinking.” You made a face winking at Tommy who giggled placing a hand on his mouth.

“I’m not…” Wanda started but soon trailed off when she heard Tommy’s giggle.

“You are.” You replied walking past her towards the tub. “And Tommy is too, right?”

Tommy hesitated before nodding, “I stink. I felt bad in my tummy and throw up.”

You made a face making sure the war was the right temperature, “that and you have a fever, Tommy. I will need some basic medication for you, but the water will help with the temperature, okay?”

“But, with his fever…” Wanda started, you stood up shaking your head.

“It will make him feel better, believe me.” You offered a kind smile and Tommy was already feeling ready to take the bath. “Let me go for the torches, and then I will bring some medication I have at home that may help with his symptoms.”

Wanda stood there nodding numbly, you hesitated for a moment before grabbing her hand, the tender touch jerked her awake and her eyes found yours in the dark.

“It’s gonna be okay, Wanda, trust me.” You whispered, and the young woman felt her stomach tingle at the closeness, her heart shivering at your words.

“I do.”

You nodded curtly running down the stairs and grabbing two torches from your jacket and that of America, your sister watched you with curiosity, but you paid her no mind and went back to the second floor. Fixing the flashlights on two strategic points in the bathroom, it took but a moment, but soon your eyes found the naked back of the boy and your whole body tensed, while your jaw clenched closed again, this time around the anger bubbling in your chest was like a time bomb ready to explode.

On his back, there were multiple scars, some of them looked fresh, some others were old enough to know he had been hurt several times in the past. Then, as soon as you saw this, your eyes drifted away to the young woman whose hands were tenderly taking the clothes off and helping Tommy into the bathtub. The way she moved, the way she worried about her children…

“It’s cold, mommy.” Tommy whimpered fighting a little, Wanda cooed the little boy trying to calm him down.

“I know baby, but really is not that cold, is just…it feels like that because you’re not feeling well.”

“I’m going to leave this here and you two can take as long as you want.” You commented furrowing your brows, your mind already working on trying to get the truth about Wanda from Natasha. “I will leave my phone here, if you want to put on Disney or Netflix for him.”

Wanda turned to you, her face breaking into one relief and grateful expression.

“Thank you.”

“No need to thank me, Princess.” You winked at her, placing a hand on your eyes. “Tommy you are in charge of the phone and the movie, make sure your mom doesn’t put a boring movie.”

“Yeah.”

Wanda chuckled leaving Tommy for a moment to grab your mobile, her eyes soon found yours and her cheeks burn a little at the sudden warmness she felt near you. She grabbed the phone and you and her turned around at the same time, you closed the door behind you, confusion filling up your mind.

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“How is Tommy?” America asked as soon as you entered the kitchen, you glanced around the place before spotting the door leading to the basement, in your arms you were carrying the bed sheets and the pyjama.

“He is burning in fever, Wanda is bathing him, and probably will take a shower afterwards.” You turned to America pointing to the basement door. “I need wash this, but right now that room is a mess, can you help me cleaning it up and putting some fresh sheets on the bed?”

“Can I help?” Billy asked in a small voice rubbing his eyes, you offered him a small smile nodding.

“That would be fantastic, Billy, Tommy needs clean sheets to feel better, and your room smells yucky so let’s make sure he comes back to a clean room, okay?”

Billy perked up at this, he nodded eagerly smiling a little, “yeah, I help, come America.”

He grabbed your sister’s hand dragging her back to the stairs, you shook your head opening the basement door going downstairs to put everything in the washing machine.

By the time dawn came, the rain had stopped and Billy, Tommy and America were fast asleep in the twins room.

The lights had not come out yet, and you had a feeling it would take some time for the electricity to be restored again. The living room was early quiet, and Wanda was sitting on the sofa with a warm mug of hot chocolate in her hands. She had bags under her eyes, her hair was still wet but her clothes had changed into another part of sweatpants and an old college t-shirt.

Tommy’s fever had receded, and he was no longer suffering from headaches or tummy pain, he had even drunk some tea and eaten some crackers before falling asleep on his bed. Billy had been right on his bed with America playing some movies on your phone.

Wanda had been fussing around the three of them, she was busing herself stopping any intrusive thoughts that were threatening to invade her mind. She was confused enough, tired enough, scared enough to allow another set of concerns filled her life at the moment.

You sat down on the sofa, the young woman tensed but her eyes never drifted from the photo album still open at the coffee table. You glanced at the pictures, having taken a pick early into the night before settling your eyes on Wanda.

“What a night, eh?” Your voice broke the silence in the room, it didn’t carry the usual bite and teasing tone you had come to use with Wanda, instead it was filled with tiredness and curiosity.

“Yeah, I never stopped enough to thank you for the help.” She finally said tilting her head to glance at you. “I never thought your sister…well, that you and America…”

“Oh, yeah, I know.” You chuckled wriggling your eyebrows. “I bet it was quite the shock for you to discover we were sisters, eh?”

Wanda allowed herself a tiny smile, “what surprised me is that she is such a charming young woman, responsible, and quite smart. And you don’t seem to fit in that description.”

You laughed throwing your head back, while allowing the comment wash over you. Wanda observed your reaction with some surprised, but her lips curled into a please smile, soon she was also laughing shaking her head at the absurdity of her situation. Here she was, sitting on her living room with a woman she though annoying and a bitch, only to find a comfort she never thought possible.

“Nah, she is good sister, I’m the bad one.” You finally replied never losing your smile, Wanda pressed her lips together looking away for a moment.

“I don’t think you are the bad one.” You raised an eyebrow, your eyes shinning with wonderment. “You are a bitch, but you’re not bad.”

“Fair enough, Princess.” Once more Wanda rolled her eyes at the nickname, at some point she had thought it annoying and quite invasive, a way for you to railed her up. But now all she could think of was how much she liked the sound of it coming from you.

The silence that followed was filled with questions unasked, Wanda was not the woman you thought she was. She was alone in the city, raising two boys all by herself while working to educate the newest generation in a school that could provide her with great opportunities. Natasha had advocated for her, she had even given her the house in which she and Yelena had grown, offering her a spot in a school that didn’t take just anyone in.

What was her story?

What was hidden behind those emerald eyes that sometimes reflect sadness and loneliness?

You stirred awake turning around while knitting your brows together, you could not ask these questions. You shouldn’t be wondering anything about the woman sitting in front of you. Your heart should not beat so fast, and your abdomen shouldn’t host fluttering butterflies creating a void you were familiar with.

Bouncing your feet on the ground, you stood up walking around the living room. Wanda followed you with her eyes, her own mind playing games with her and what had happened that night. She kept telling her that she was grateful for your intervention, that whatever she was experimenting at the moment was the result of America and you coming in to help her in a situation she felt was slipping from her grasp. It had been so long since Wanda forged any kind of friendship that was not determined by Jarvis or her father, she was finally free to be herself and reached out to people by allowing herself to make new bounds.

That was the reason why Wanda felt confused by you at the moment, it wasn’t because you made her heart skip beat, or because you made her feel vulnerable. It wasn’t either because she felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment and coyness, or because her stomach had come to tingle whenever the both of you engaged in a bickering contest.

It was because she was learning how to make new friends.

That was all.

Wanda drown the voice inside her head, that traitorous voice that told her Y/N was the only one making her feel that way. Her other friends, the new ones, had never shake her world the way you had done so from day one.

“You should probably get some sleep.” Your voice broke Wanda’s trail of thoughts, she jerked around blushing profusely when she realized you were standing right beside her.

“I’m sorry, what?” She asked, and you snorted tilting your head.

“You should probably go to sleep, Princess.” You glanced at the watch on your wrist. “It’s three in the morning, I could keep watch for you, and I can wake you up as soon as the doctor is here.”

Wanda furrowed her brows at you, “doctor?”

“Well, I figured we need an expert to watch over Tommy, so I asked in a favour.” You replied shrugging, “hope you don’t mind.”

Once more, Wanda felt warmth all over, her heart melting at the gesture.

“No, I…thank you.” She took the last sip from her chocolate before yawning, her eyes drifted to the stairs then towards you. “If you don’t mind…I prefer to stay here…can we talk or something?”

You hesitated for a moment; it was quite evident Wanda was tired but she was stubborn enough to keep herself going if necessary. With a sigh, you nodded curtly sitting down on your previous spot of on the sofa.

“So, what do you wanna talk about?” You finally asked after the silence became too much, Wanda shrugged with her eyes falling upon the pictures.

It was still too soon, and you…The young woman turned towards you, she didn’t want to scare you off with her torrid story. She didn’t want you to know about her past, not yet, not like this; so straightened herself up she asked the safest question she could think off.

“Tell me how come you end up with such an amazing sister as America?”

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The constant buzzing of conversation sneaked into her senses; she knew she had to wake up. An internal alarm was telling her she was needed, but her body and the recent activities had left her drained of energy necessary to open up her eyes.

Besides, she was warmth, and comfortable in the place she was in.

For brief moment she gave herself to the feeling, and her mind was slowly but surely losing the battle with her wakeful state until her ears caught the sound of a familiar voice.

“Thank you for coming, Strange, I know that this is not your specialty but…” You stated offering a tired smile to the man standing before you.

“Nonsense, I will be more than happy to help you out and that’s why I brought my wife.” Strange stepped aside and soon Christine came in rolling her eyes, on her hand the small duffel bag she used to carry with her everywhere.

“Hey, Y/N.” You dropped your shoulders walking towards her and wrapping your arms around her.

“Christine.” The older woman shot Strange a quick glance before wrapping her arms around you returning the hug.

“Miss me much?” She asked teasingly, you nodded looking away sheepishly.

“Like you wouldn’t imagine.”

“That’s why you haven’t called as of late?” The question came like a reproach but without any bite. You winced placing a nervous hand on the back of your head.

“I’ve been busy.”

“So I was told.” Christine waved her hand closing the door behind her, her eyes drifted around the place with curiosity before settling on you. “Where is the patient?”

“He is upstairs with America and his brother…”

“I am guessing you are the mother.” Doctor Stephen Strange stepped closer to the redhead now sitting on the sofa, her cheeks wearing pillow marks and her hair completely dishevelled.

“I…I am…Hi, sorry I just…” Wanda stood up feeling a little foolish and out of place, Stephen smiled kindly at her stretching his hand.

“No, please, we heard it was a rough night.”

“Yeah, it…it was I just…” Wanda stuttered kicking herself for being such an idiot, she dropped her shoulders wincing lightly. “I guess I need coffee, can I offer you something to drink?”

Christine chuckled waving her hand, “don’t worry, dear, I think coffee sounds perfect…”

“Good then, you and Wanda can go upstairs and Stephen and I will make the coffee and something to eat for everyone, would you like that?” You turned to Wanda who was still far too sleepy, and far too lost to said anything at all, you had taken charge of everything so it seemed and a part of Wanda was thankful for that.

“Yes, that…that sounds good…”

“Okay then, if you lead the way.” Christine took on a professional stance, her tone of voice and ever her glance changed, and as soon as they started making their way upstairs she started asking questions about the twins to Wanda.

“She was happy you called.” Strange stated, sitting down on a chair in the kitchen, you hummed moving around the unknown kitchen trying to locate the coffee maker, and some instant coffee.

“I was happy you guys could make it.” You replied never once looking back at your dad’s best friend.

“So, is she your new girl?”

You almost drop the mug in your hand, your eyes opening wide at the sudden declaration and Stephen merely smirked at your reaction.

“NO!” He winced, and she rolled your eyes trying to get a hold of your voice. “No, no we are neighbours, America babysits for her from time to time.”

“America has a job?” Stephen scrunched up his nose, you chuckled shrugging.

“Yeah, she took it after declaring she felt bored out of her mind and this would teach her some responsibility.” You pursed your lips. “She is right, you know? And, well…Wanda seems to need all the help she can get.”

“I see.” Stephen stood up walking towards the fridge and putting some bacon and milk, going around the place to help you out. “And you…and her…”

“Neighbours.” She stated curtly.

“Right, because you are dating Danvers, right?”

Now he was sounding like a confused parent that was no longer up to date with his child’s demeanours. You sighed rolling your eyes, knowing the questions came for the genuine interested of the man, and not because he wanted to be noisy or intrusive. He was like an uncle to you, and after your parents had died all those who had been part of your parents circle had taken it upon themselves to watch over you and America.

“I’m fucking Carol, there is a difference.” You replied slightly defensively, Stephen made a face shaking his head.

“You are dating her, America told us you invited her over for dinner and that she met her formally this week.” Stephen shot you a triumphant smile, and you could only roll your eyes at that.

Of course, America would mention this to everyone who wanted to hear her.

“I’m not dating Carol, but I did invite her to dinner and introduce her to America.”

“You know it’s okay to move on, right?” Stephen inquired again, pressing the topic you had tried to evade for as long as your stubbornness allowed it.

You stopped what you were doing, Stephen continued cutting the bacon and serving the eggs and the coffee alongside a cup of warm tea and some crackers. He waited for your answer, hearing the noises of muffled conversation coming from the second floor.

“I’ve been going out with her, and she seems nice, and quite found of me, and the sex it’s incredible and…”

“But you don’t feel anything?”

You sat down shaking your head, “I like her, and of course I feel affection for her, but…”

Stephen nodded in understanding placing the cup of coffee in front of you, he sat by your side taking the tea in his hands.

“I understand.” He blew on the mug before speaking again. “Why do you continue with the relationship, though?”

“I was hoping I would feel something, but I know it’s not fair to her…to me.” You snorted taking a long sip from the black beverage. “I guess that’s why I have been running from you.”

“Ah, the wisdom of the older generation.” Stephen winked at you leaning in. “It’s okay to feel confused, and to want something, Y/N. What it is not correct is to play with someone that may be interested in you.”

“I know.”

Stepehen made a face satisfied with the ending of the conversation, then his eyes drifted to the newcomers that were talking animatedly about some movie. America’s eyes lit up and she soon run towards Stephen hugging him tightly.

“Uncle Strange!”

“Hey, kiddo!” Billy stood unsure at the entrance of the kitchen, he glanced first at America then a Strange and finally at you.

You tilted your head patting the chair beside you.

“Want something to eat, Billy?” He nodded approaching the chair, helped by you he fixed his body to move closer to the counter.

“So, young man, America tells me you are one of the men of the house, is that correct?” Stephen asked serving him a cup of orange juice, Billy opened his eyes big nodding tentatively.

“Perfect, tell me, do you like eggs with bacon or toast with jam?”

Billy pursed his lips thinking hard before talking, “toast with jam.”

“Good selection, my good sir, let’s eat then.”

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Saturday night came faster than you thought possible.

Christine and Stephen had spent most of the day with you and America, and most of the morning with Wanda and the twins. You had left your neighbours house with a heavy heart, thought secure in the knowledge Tommy would be just fine and that Wanda and Billy would be okay.

The afternoon had been quite the familiar time, in which America had enjoyed the company of the couple while talking about school and her aspirations for the future. The topic of Carol was not brought again into conversation, but you knew that Christine was thinking the same as Stephen and that most of that conversation had been thanks to America’s own concern.

You took a quick shower before getting inside your bed, your phone had been forgotten most of the day and by the time you finally got to see it the first message that appeared in there was that of Carol.

“Hey, just wondering if you are okay, hope you have an amazing day, Y/N. thinking of you.”

You turned to the side, your mind playing around what had happened in the last day and a half. The twins, Wanda, the conversations and the things that were left unsaid. You knew deep inside your heart you needed to talk to Carol, with a trembling hand you went to write to her but, at the last minute your finger drifted to another chat. A new one.

“Hey, Princess, how are the twins?”

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matts-girlfriend · 2 months ago

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It’s You I Welcome Death With- Chris Sturniolo

TattooArtist!Chris and MakeupArtist!Reader

chapter 14

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20

warning this series will contain, substance abuse, angst, arguing,tension,swearing, mentions of absent family, blood, abuse (not from chris). smut, oral, this is a warning for all chapters

He took a small step forward. “Y/N…”

Her stepfather loomed behind him, smiling like a threat.

And all she could think was: Not here. Not now.

She blinked hard, forcing the shake out of her voice. “Chris, can you come help me with something? Upstairs.”

He looked confused for half a second, until his eyes flicked sideways and landed on her stepfather. The way the man’s smile curved, just a little too slow, a little too tight—it said enough. Chris swallowed hard and nodded.

“Yeah. Of course.”

She turned and walked up without looking back. He followed.

The creak of the stairs felt too loud. The silence between them was louder.

Once the office door shut behind them, her mask cracked.

She turned around, arms folding across her chest, barely holding herself together. “Why are you here?”

Chris exhaled like he hadn’t breathed until now. “Because I couldn’t stop thinking about you. And I know I fucked everything up, but I need you to hear me.”

She just stared at him, unreadable. Her silence was louder than any screaming.

“I didn’t mean what I said,” he rushed on. “None of it. That shit at the hotel? I bluffed. I panicked. I didn’t mean a word of it.”

Her arms stayed folded, but her jaw clenched. “You think I care what you meant?” Her voice was quiet, shaking. “You left, Chris. You kissed me like it meant something, then left without a word. And when I went to find you, I heard you outside, laughing. Telling your brother it was just sex.”

Chris stepped forward. “I wasn’t laughing—”

“You didn’t fucking deny it, did you?” she snapped, voice finally rising. “You let him think it. You let him think I was just another girl. Like I didn’t matter. Like we didn’t mean anything.”

His throat worked hard. “I didn’t know what to say. I felt like if I admitted what it really was, I’d lose it before I even understood what I had.”

She scoffed. “You don’t get to play confused. You don’t get to play hurt. I was the one who woke up alone. I was the one who stood in that hallway like a fucking idiot, listening to you rip me apart like I wasn’t in the next room.”

Chris’s voice broke. “I could never talk shit about you.”

“Really?” Her arms dropped to her sides. “Because from where I’m standing, you already did.”

“I didn’t mean it, Y/N.”

“That doesn’t make it better. God Chris I don’t even know why you’re here, we won’t work you don’t even know me.”

He looked like he was about to break in half. “You think I don’t know I fucked it up? I hate myself for what I said. But don’t stand there and tell me I don’t know you. Because I do. I see you.”

She looked at him, something cold and sarcastic curling in her chest. “You think you know me?”

Chris’s eyes snapped to hers. “I do.”

And then he let it all pour out.

“I know your favorite color’s green. And not just because it looks good on you—it does, by the way—but because you said if the whole world had to be one color, green’s the only one that’d still feel alive. That it reminds you of grass after rain and shit you can’t name but always miss.”

She blinked. Once.

“I know you love doing people's makeup, but it’s not your dream. Your dream’s to be a social worker. Because you don’t want kids like you—like Ava—to feel the way you did. To feel like no one’s coming. Like no one sees them.”

Tears welled up, but she blinked hard, refusing to let them fall.

“I know you carry every bruise Ava gets like it’s your fault. Even though it’s not. Even though you’re the one who gets her out, every time. You’d burn the whole fucking world down to protect her.”

He stepped even closer now, voice low, rough, honest.

“And I know you act like you don’t care. Like none of this gets to you. But I’ve seen the way you clench your jaw when you’re about to cry. I’ve heard the way your voice shakes when you’re trying not to beg someone to stay.”

He stopped inches away.

“I see you, Y/N. And I know I fucked up, but I also know this thing between us — it’s not nothing. And under all that mean girl, "I don't need anyone" attitude, you care. Even if it’s just a little bit.”

Her chest rose and fell, her breath shaky. Her eyes searched his like she was looking for a lie, for a catch. But all she saw was the boy who once made her laugh when she thought she forgot how.

She blinked. A tear slipped down.

Chris’s hand came up slowly, like he was scared she’d flinch. He cupped her face gently, thumbs brushing the tear away. His heart was pounding.

His mind was spinning.

He was sure

so fucking sure

that he had her back.

His dream girl.

But then she whispered it. Quiet. Like it hurt her to say it.

“I think we need to just be friends.”

The world shattered.

Chris froze, still holding her like glass.

“What?”

She closed her eyes for a second. Her voice barely came out. “I can’t do this. Not when I care. Not when you could break me again.”

His heart shattered in half. “Y/N…”

“I mean it.” Her voice wavered. “We can’t keep pretending this is casual when it’s not. I wanted it to be. But I don’t think I can survive wanting someone who doesn’t know if he wants me.”

He stood there, completely still. The silence thick around them. His throat bobbed once before he nodded, slow, like the weight of the world was on it.

“Yeah,” he said, voice tight. “Of course. Whatever you want.”

She expected him to yell. To argue. Maybe even beg.

But instead, he just pulled her into a hug. Not rough. Not desperate.

Just… real.

His arms wrapped around her, and she melted into them before she could stop herself. One last time. One last warmth.

He held her like she was the only thing keeping him from falling apart.

And when she let go first, it almost killed him.

a/n: he thought he had it. HE THOUGHT HE HAD HER.

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Entity, Entirety

Chapter 9/?

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley/Chrissy Cunningham, Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler

Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Chrissy Cunningham, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Argyle (Stranger Things), Jason Carver

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Alternate Universe - College/University, Friends to Lovers, Asexual Character, Asexual Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Lesbian Robin Buckley, Lesbian Chrissy Cunningham, Platonic Soulmates Robin Buckley & Steve Harrington, Platonic Soulmates Chrissy Cunningham & Eddie Munson, Mentions and vague descriptions of sex but no smut, Asexual character has sex, Fluff, Chrissy has vaginismus because why not, Jason Carver Being an Asshole, Stalking, Making Out, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), eddie works at an escape room because why not, Eddie Munson Has a Sexuality Crisis, Canon-Typical Violence, not the supernatural kind tho, Good Uncle Wayne Munson, Mentions of Abusive Relationships, mentions of cheating, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Eddie Munson is Bad at Feelings, Slow Burn, I was debating if this fic would turn out long enough to use that tag but??? definite slow burn, Breaking Up & Making Up, Good Friend Chrissy Cunningham

Summary:

“Hey, you made it!” He jumped at the call from behind him.

He whipped around to see a man he recognized from their Zoom call. Voluminous chestnut hair, only a bit longer than most guys would typically wear theirs. Broad shoulders that weren’t out of place on his frame. An undeniably handsome man in a henley with black sweats walking toward him with a grin. “Yeah, barely.” He said, leaning back and earning not one, but two pops.

The man he knew to be Steve Harrington lets out a hearty laugh. “Well let’s get your shit upstairs before you drop dead on me.”

(OR)

Eddie had long lived underneath a crust of unease. Never able to feel at home in his skin.

When his college shuts down his program, he is forced to transfer across the country. He didn't think his shell would start to chip away as he crossed the California state line. Didn't expect that it was himself he'd find in the two bedroom apartment. And he certainly didn't think he'd find home in the man with whom he shared a lease.

Excerpt:

“You sure?” Steve pushes his shoulder off the wall from where he’s been leaning. He bore a smirk and pinched brows. “They are playing the same songs, dude. Radio and shit mostly only plays the singles. And yeah, a lot of pop singles do sound alike. That doesn’t mean all her stuff sounds the same. And they also are mostly playing her older singles. And I know you don’t expect The Last In Line to sound like Strange Highways and Bark At the Moon sounds way different than Crazytrain so I think maybe you’re judging on a surface level here.”

And that gave Eddie pause. Because Steve doesn’t like metal. He knows he doesn’t. He’s been told. But Steve just named two Dio albums and two Ozzy songs, and only one of them would be considered more mainstream. Which means that at some point, Steve at least googled the music Eddie listens to.

And okay. So. Maybe he is judgemental about popular culture. He’s kind of a snob. And maybe he’s being rude about Steve’s own preferences. Steve gives a shit about what Eddie is into. It’s fucked up that he hasn’t spent much effort doing the same. “Okay. Give me a musical tour, Stevie.”

Steve’s eyebrows go from furrowed to raised. “Wait, really?”

He nods “Yeah. You say all her stuff isn’t the exact same. It matters to you. Show me.”

Steve nods slowly. “I need you to give me, like, ten minutes. I’ve gotta narrow this down.”

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie fic #steddie fanfiction #steve x eddie #eddie x steve #stranger things fic #my writing #entity entirety #asexual character

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astrosfaerydae · 9 months ago

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Kinktober Masterlist!

So first off some housekeeping. Prompts are based off of Nymphare's Kinktober 2024 List. They will range in ratings from G-E(some prompts like first dates don't necessarily need to be explicit imo). I will be swapping between the dead dove and general list. I wont be doing all of them but as it stands I think I have 25... I cut a few to make room for dealers choice which I am excited for to say the least. This list will be updated as I make the posts for each prompt. Anyways lets get to it!

🎃 Day 1: Costumes (General List)

Rating: T Words: 908 Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Costumes, Canon Comp, Halloween Party, Chan and his many man crushes that Felix uses to his advantage 🔗: Cloud Vs. Fred Flintstone

🎃 Day 2: Hybrids AU (General List)

Rating: T Words: 3.6k Pairing: Minsung Main Tags: Hybrids AU, Cat Hybrid!Jisung, Major Character Injury, Getting Together, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort 🔗: Astray CW// Domestic Abuse, Animal Abuse, Injury, Broken Bones (none of these are in graphic detail however but here just in case)

Day 3 (no post)

🎃 Day 4: Firsts (General List)

Rating: G Words: 1k Pairing: Minsung Main Tags: First dates, fluff, lots of fluff, sickfic(kinda), Canon comp 🔗: For so Long I Have Waited “Do you remember what today was supposed to be?” Minho asked, gently swaying back and forth. He was all dressed up with nowhere to go in comparison to Jisung’s big ratty tee-shirt and boxers.

🎃Day 5: Eating Something Sensually (General List)

Rating: E Words: 1.1k Pairing: Minsung Main tags: Blow jobs, canon comp, Minho is a grump, fluff and smut, Banana's 🔗: Ba-Na-Na, Ba-Na-Na "Why don't you come over here and taste the real thing?"

🎃Day 6: Terms of Endearment (General List)

Rating: T Words: 3.2k Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Canon comp, excessive use of the word baby, Idiots in Love, Getting together, Fluff 🔗: I'm Holding on to Hope, It's a Problem I Admit “And you are sure you aren't a natural blonde or did the bleach strip your brain cells too?” “Would you stop making fun of me?!” Felix laughed softly trying to hide the slight sniffle. Jisung must’ve noticed, however, as he pulled him into a crushing hug. “You love him don’t you?”

🎃Day 7: Forbidden Love (General List)

Rating: E Words: 4.6k Pairing: Chanlix Main tags: Royalty Au, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Power Imbalance, King Chan, Servant Felix 🔗: Scared to Burn the Page Felix entered the room and stood like a statue until the doors shut. Even after, his demeanor was unusually sheepish. To be fair, a private meeting with the king is rarely ever a good thing. And depending on Felix’s reaction, it hopefully would be a great thing. “Relax,” Chan said, forcing a smile, “I didn't call you here to berate you. Quite the opposite actually.” “Oh,” Felix’s gait grew more confident as he approached the king, “So what am I here for, your majesty.”

🎃Day 8: Watersports/omorashi (DDDNE)

Rating: E Words: 3k Pairing: Poly skz (Jilix, Minsung, Chanlix) Main tags: Omorashi, Kink exploration, desperation, frottage 🔗: Take the Pleasure With the Pain, Double Doses “Have you ever heard of something called,” Felix paused for a moment as he tried to remember what it was properly called, “I think the term is, uhmm, Omorashi?” “DUDE!” Jisung nearly choked on his drink making Felix shrink against the wall, knocking over a broom in the process.

🎃 Day 9: One True Love (General List)

Rating: T Words: 3.1k Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Royalty AU, Prince Felix, Guard Chan, Post-break up, arranged marriage, true love conquers all 🔗: Pull Me Close and Twist the Knife Neither was happy about the arrangement. It was clear in the way that Jisu walked down the aisle. Her face drenched in tears of hopeless misery, more falling with each step. Felix, too, was crying as he looked at her with pity. They didn’t want this.

Day 10 (No post)

Day 11: Corruption Kink (DDDNE)

Rating: E Words: 2.6k (chapter 1) Pairing: Minsung Main Tags: Corruption kink, Church Retreat, Jisung is the pastors son, Minho is forced to be there, First times, Blow jobs “Are you ok? You seem down.” 🔗: Maybe Hell Ain't So Bad After All “Just peachy,” His voice was sweet but his lips had curled into a sarcastic snarl, “I was forced to be here so please if you aren't here to fuck me or feed me please leave me alone.” “O-oh okie-dokie then,”

Notes:

cw// Religious guilt, blasphemy, Negative talk about religion, implied homophobia This one has two chapters! Chapter two is coming on the 30th! But they can be read separately! title: If I'm There by Bad Omens

🎃 Day 11: PDA (General List)

Rating: T Words: 1k Pairing: Chanlix Main tags: Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Hiding in Plain Sight, Not so secret, Alcohol, Drunken Karaoke, Fluff 🔗: Hey, I Want Your PDA CW// Alcohol Changbin turned his chair to fully face Felix, “Are you ok?” “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Jisung added as he turned in their direction as well. Felix tried to speak but the words kept getting caught in his throat. It didn’t help that Chan was giggling like a drunken fool beside him, “Wait d-did you not see—” “You did see a ghost! I knew this place was haunted!!” Jisung sounded way too excited about that.

🎃Day 12: Subspace/Domspace (General List)

Rating: E Words: 2.1k Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Canon Comp, Choking, Sub Felix, Dom Chan, Still somehow fluffy..., Subspace, Doms need reassurance too (Please read all the tags on the fic thoroughly) 🔗: You Always Wanna Run Your Mouth “Well that worked better than I thought,” Chan chuckled proudly, “Now, open wide.”

Day 13 (No Post)

🎃Day 14: Somno (DDDNE)

Rating: Explicit Words: 2.7K Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Somnophilia, Canon Compliant, Anal sex, Consensual Non-consent but even that is dubious, Angst and Fluff and Smut 🔗: I Don't Believe You When You Tell Me You Are Fine Then there was a comment on reddit he couldn’t get out of his head. “My girlfriend wakes me up with a blowjob every morning. 10/10 would recommend.”

🎃Day 15: Wearing Your Significant Others Clothing (Gen List)

Rating: E Words: 1.5k Pairing: Changjin Main Tags: Canon Compliant, Newlywed dorm, Smut, Frottage, fluffy smut! 🔗: If We Have Each Other “Hey, babe,” Hyunjin leaned inside the steamy bathroom, hanging onto the door frame, “Do you know where my clothes are?” Changbin moved the shower curtain enough to poke his head out. Despite the situation Hyunjin couldn’t help but giggle a little at the ball of white suds on top of Changbin’s head, running down his face, making him look like Santa Claus, “Shouldn’t they be in the bedroom?” “Yes, but I looked already,” Hyunjin whined, “It's not there.”

🎃Day 16: Dealers choice: Blood (DDDNE)

Rating: E Words: 4.4k Pairing: Minsung Main Tags: Blood, Blood as Lube, Violence, Fluff(yes fluff), Smut, Vamp/Human, Purgatory, Supernatural Crossover 🔗: Killed and Born Again His soul was never meant for purgatory. Yes, he was a hunter before he was turned and could survive here, that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that he had to survive here.

Notes:

CW// (It's DDDNE soooo yea) Blood, Vampire bites, Violence, Death The only context readers need to understand this if you haven't read any of the Love is The Death series is as follows: Jisung was a hunter turned vamp and was killed. Minho was a revenant who refused to crossover, but was eventually convinced by Chan and Felix. Chapter one is the smut and Chapter two is the plot for those that care to read it but it's not necessary if you are just here for kinktober lol!

🎃Day 17: Edging (DDDNE)

Rating: E Words: 2.7k Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Orgasm Edging, Orgasm denial, Technicaly CNC, Light BDSM, Canon comp, Felix is a stubborn brat CW// Consensual Non Consent (Felix can't say no or he loses the bet) 🔗: Take Me Past The Edge It was a stupid bet. He had been bragging about his stamina compared to Chan’s. A simple teasing remark to rile him up. Quickly it devolved into a competition and of course Felix felt the need to prove himself.

🎃Day 18: Praise Kink (General List)

Rating: E Words: 1.7k Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Praise kink, Canon comp, Unintentional Arousal, Chan is oblivious to what he's done, Hand Jobs, Cum swallowing, PWP 🔗: I am a Good Boy With a deep breath he tried again. It wasn’t much better in his opinion. “Loosen up a bit, shake it out! Your voice is beautiful, just project it a bit more forward on this next take, babe,” Felix could hear the smile in Chan’s voice, making him blush. Another take and Felix waited for feedback. It was taking a bit which put him on edge, “Mmhm, just like that,” with Chan’s voice over the intercom the anxiety lifted, “Let’s move on to the intro and first verse next, that was gorgeous Lix. Beautiful.”

🎃Day 19: Love At First Sight (General List)

Rating: T Words: 1.5k Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Mutual Pining, Not actually unrequited love, very light angst, FLUFF(yes in caps you think I'm gonna get love at first sight and not make it fluffy as fuck) 🔗: We Were Just Kids When We Fell In Love Seven years later “So let me get this straight, so you're telling me you have been in love with Felix from day one? He doesn’t know! AND you aren’t planning on telling him?!”

🎃Day 20: Will You Marry Me?

Rating: G Words: 1.6k Pairing: Changjin Main Tags: Fluff, marriage proposals, some humor, Canon Comp 🔗: I Love You and That's All I Really Know “You are going to what? Repeat that, please!” Chan stared back at Changbin with wide-eyed excitement. Jisung too was bouncing in his seat waiting for him to answer. “I am going to ask Hyunjin to marry me,” Changbin sighed, the relief of getting this massive secret off of his chest was immense. “When?! How?! I need all the details!” Jisung squealed back in excitement.

🎃Day 22: Kissing All of Them

Rating: T Words: 9k (7 chapters) Pairing: Felix-centric Polyskz Main Tags: Fluff, First kisses, poly skz, getting together, light angst, Canon Comp 🔗: Every Kiss Gets a Little Sweeter “I’ve never kissed anyone,” The alcohol had melted through Felix’s brain to mouth filter, he meant to say yes but the overwhelming insecurity hit him like a truck. “Wait,” Jisung rolled to the side and stared up at the ceiling in confusion, “You have three sexy ass boyfriends and you haven’t kissed any of them? Not even Chan?! Didn’t you ever play spin the bottle or seven minutes in heaven? What did you do in school, study?!”

🎃Day 23: Aphrodisiacs

Rating: E Words: 2.4k Pairing: Chanlix Main Tags: Smut, canon comp, desperately horny, fluff(its chanlix its gonna still be sweet) 🔗: Fuck Me! No, Really Fuck Me! “How many did you eat?!” Jisung seemed exceedingly worried as he slammed the door behind them. “I dunno, like a handful? Were they special or something?” “I swear to god you keep this between me, you and Chan. Me and Minho take one after concerts before we head home… they have a mix of things that uhhhh spice things up.” “So they make you horny? That’s what's happening to me?” It made sense but this was way more intense than just a bit of extra spice.

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The Precious Heart - A Private Man, Chapter 9

Summary: After staying over Tracey accompanies Bucky and Rebecca to a local farmer’s market. Her skills as a nurse are displayed during a medical emergency.

Length: 4.3 K

Characters: Bucky, Tracey, Rebecca, Amina.

Warnings: Minors DNI - contains sexual content which is unsuitable for readers under the age of 18. Medical emergency requiring CPR.

Author notes: More exploration of the deepening relationship between Bucky and Tracey. Divider by vecteezy.com.

<<Chapter 8

After a dinner that Bucky and Tracey prepared, sharing tastes and soft kisses during cooking, the three of them settled in the living room to watch Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune. Alley Cat was curled up in Rebecca's lap, seemingly content to receive her touch. The couple held hands as they tried to guess the answers on both shows. It was ridiculously normal, and they loved every moment of it. For both of them just having someone close to care about, rely on, and fall in love with had been a gift that neither had expected. Later they both put Rebecca to bed; Tracey dressing her in her night clothes, Bucky reading to her, both of them kissing her good night in a ritual that they all benefitted from. Just before they closed the door Alley Cat came into the bedroom, jumped on the bed and curled up next to Rebecca. She smiled and placed her hand gently on the cat. In the living room, Bucky put some soft music on and sat with Tracey on his lap, kissing and caressing each other. He wanted to ask her something, but she brought it up first as she ran her fingers through his thick, dark hair.

"You know, I've had a couple of dreams of putting a child to bed," she said softly. "One with blue eyes, just like yours."

"So have I," he admitted, "but she looks like you. Do you want children?"

"Yeah, I always wanted them," she replied. "I have a few nieces and nephews and would look after them when their parents went out. They were sweet kids."

"How many siblings do you have?" asked Bucky.

"Two sisters and a brother," she replied. "Ben is 45, divorced now, but he has three kids. Wendy is 42, with two kids and Lena is 40 with three kids. Their mother died when they were kids and and a few years later my Dad met my Mom, married her. It wasn't a good marriage."

She stopped talking and buried her face in his neck for a moment. Bucky held her close, stroking her back while she dealt with what were obviously unhappy memories. Finally, she took a deep breath and spoke again.

"My Dad was jealous of her, very possessive, because she was quite young. She was a good mother, even to the others and they bonded better with her than they did with him. He became abusive and as soon as they could leave they did but Mom stayed with him, sure she could change him."

"Is that why you're so quiet?" he asked. "You were afraid to draw his attention to you?"

Tracey nodded then burrowed herself tighter into Bucky. "I didn't dare date because he thought every boy was out for one thing. Every innocent encounter I had with a boy was subject to an interrogation, wanting to know if I was sneaking around, being promiscuous, drinking, doing drugs. Mom tried to protect me, but it wasn't until I got into nursing school that I was finally able to break away. Even then, when I became involved with Geoff, my ex-husband, and he made it known he wanted a virgin wife, my dad was thrilled. He didn't care that Geoff was a liar, that the marriage was just a sham to cement his family's reputation as a God-fearing Christian family. When I told him that Geoff was cheating, he blamed it on me, for not being a dutiful wife."

Her face looked up at his and Bucky could see the pain in her eyes, pain that he felt and shared deep inside. Not everyone was tortured by a machine, but they were still tortured emotionally. Softly, he kissed her and held her close.

"You still carry those scars," he whispered. "I hear it in your voice, see it in your eyes. I'm honoured that you trust me enough to tell me. You will always be safe with me. Whatever violence that was done to me when I was HYDRA's captive, I vowed never to pass it on to someone I love, neither by action nor voice."

"I know," she smiled. "I saw it that first night, how gentle you were with Rebecca when you put her to bed. You have a lifetime of repressed love waiting to burst forth and I'm so ready to receive and return it."

They kissed again, a joining of hearts and minds between two people who had been hurt and isolated from the comfort of others. The soft music played on as they sat in their close embrace. Never had Bucky felt so calm as he did with Tracey. Her hand was on his chest for much of it, feeling his warmth through his shirt.

"This is nice," said Bucky softly then he swallowed and nudged her head with his chin. "Do you want to go to bed?"

"I'm not tired," she replied, smiling slightly.

"Neither am I, but I still want to go to bed."

She looked up at him, noticing his eyes were dark. There was no anger, or irritation but there was desire and a soft look that pleaded with her silently. Moving her hand to his cheek she ran it back towards his hair and he leaned into it before lowering his lips to hers. As he wrapped his arms around her during the kiss, she had the same feeling whenever she became involved in an old black and white romance on TV. In a sense he was asking her to surrender to him, but Tracey realized he had already surrendered to her. There would be no force just an invitation to be his and only his just as he belonged to her.

"Bucky," she whispered. "Let's go to bed."

Without effort he stood up, holding her in his arms. Leaning towards the light switch she turned it off and they kissed again as he carried her in the dark to the bedroom. When he closed the door behind them, he let her down and pressed her into the wall, kissing her passionately before kneeling before her and undoing her jeans, pulling them down. His mouth was on her thighs, nuzzling into the apex of them, then pressing his mouth into her abdomen. He looked up at her from below, slightly breathless and Tracey pulled her shirt off, tossing it to the side. His shirt came off immediately and he enclosed her in his arms as he buried his face into her core before leaning back and gazing up at her.

With a sudden realization that she was being worshipped by the man kneeling in front of her, Tracey knew that whatever happened now was by her leave. As he waited for her permission she ran her hand through his hair and Bucky leaned into her touch, closing his eyes at the sensation she bestowed upon him. Reaching to her back she removed her bra then hooked her fingers into the sides of her panties and began lowering them. With a smile Bucky finished removing them and lifted one of her legs onto his shoulder.

"I won't let you fall," he promised in a whisper, looking up at her, as a supplicant would look up to his queen.

Nodding, Tracey grasped his hair with her hand and gasped when he thrust his mouth into her folds, exploring that part of her with his lips and tongue. Immediately she gripped his hair tightly as the sensations overwhelmed her. When he lifted her other leg onto his other shoulder and held her in place with just his hands and the wall there was a small sense of panic at first and she grasped his ears with both hands. His soft touches didn't stop, and she relaxed her grip to the point where she let go and began to caress her own breasts. When she looked down at him, he was watching, and she moved her hips in response. A hum from his throat signalled his approval and she moved in tandem with him making herself more and more aroused. Her cries and gasps grew louder and more desperate until her orgasm exploded inside. She squeezed her thighs together trapping Bucky's head between them before he slowed down his efforts and finally stopped, allowing her to put her legs on the ground. Reaching for his shirt he wiped his face and looked up at her again.

"You alright?" he asked, running his hands over her thighs, still on his knees.

"My legs feel rubbery."

Standing up Bucky lifted Tracey into his arms again and laid her on the bed. He unzipped his jeans and stripped down, climbing under the covers with her. Burrowing into his side Tracey sought the warmth of his skin as she shivered slightly. When she didn't stop Bucky went to the linen closet in the hallway and brought in another blanket, doubling it up on top of her.

"That might have been too much exertion for you," he said. "You probably felt like you were going to fall."

"It crossed my mind," she whispered. "Still not used to how strong you are."

"I had you, angel," he murmured. "If it was too much for you I won't do it again."

It took a few minutes, but Tracey finally stopped shivering and they laid there holding each other.

"I found a song that makes me think of us," she said suddenly. "I've been listening to it on the car between appointments."

"Yeah? Do you think I'll like it?"

"I hope so," she replied, as she got out of the bed and took her cell phone out of her purse.

She got back in and laid partially on top of Bucky, searching for it on her phone. Pressing play, she laid with her head on his chest and brought up the lyrics as the song played. He listened and read the lyrics without comment, his face thoughtful but when it got to the chorus he smiled.

I wanna stand with you on a mountain

I wanna bathe with you in the sea

I wanna lay like this forever

Until the sky falls down on me.

"I like that," he said. "What's it called?"

"Truly, Madly, Deeply by Savage Garden," she said. "It was a hit in the 1990s."

"I would put that on my phone," he said. "I found another song as well. Can I find it on your phone?"

She handed her phone to him and he brought up The Very Thought of You, sung by Nat King Cole. Together they listened to it and when it came to the last line "It's just the thought of you, The very thought of you, my love" Tracey smiled and kissed him.

"That's beautiful. Are you going to add it to your playlist?"

He nodded. "Still like the 1940s music best, although I guess this version is from the 1950s. It was originally out in 1934 when I was a teenager."

"What were you like when you were young?" asked Tracey, still laying partially on top of Bucky so she could see his face.

"It was the Depression so I worked a lot of odd jobs with Steve to make extra money for the family. I was a good student and athlete, hoped to get a scholarship but it didn't happen so I worked on the Brooklyn docks after I graduated high school in 1935. Tried to save up enough to go to college but found out I liked to go out dancing with a different girl most nights too much. Then the war came along, I got drafted and went straight into basic training. The 1940s music kind of remind me of the man I used to be. Maybe that's why I like it better."

"I like it too," replied Tracey. "It was very romantic dancing to the music you picked last week. Made me feel like I was in a movie. You make me feel like I'm in a movie, a romance."

"I'm just being a gentleman. I want you to feel special because you are, to me."

His hand was caressing her hair while Tracey was running her fingertips over his chest muscles. She looked up at him and on impulse she kissed him, softly at first, then as they looked at each other it became more passionate. As he turned towards her he gazed deeply into her eyes then kissed her again, fiercely. Gently pushing Tracey onto her back Bucky laid on top and ground his hips into her. She responded by lifting her hips into his and lowered her hand down between them to stroke his thickening cock. From there she touched herself and Bucky gently raised her fingers to his lips, kissing then licking them gently while watching her intently.

"I'm wet," she whispered.

"I can tell," he replied. "Do you want to try it without lubricant?"

She didn't answer but she did touch herself again then stroked her fingers over his shaft. Gently she grasped him and guided him inside of her, breathing her way through his entry. When he was in all the way she ran her hands over his waist then down to his cheeks.

"Feels good to me," she said in a low voice that changed to a pleasured moan as Bucky pulled out slightly and pressed himself back in.

"I'm not too heavy?" he asked as he slowly moved his hips, pressing himself into that sensitive spot with just enough friction to feel her body respond.

"I like feeling you on me," she gasped back, as she grasped what she could of his muscled torso and ass. "You're mine, Bucky. You're my man, I'm your woman and this is us, joined at the hip."

She laughed at her use of the phrase, a laugh that turned into a whimper as she felt pleasure from his thrust. His face was buried in her neck, mouthing it, with his tongue and teeth gently claiming her as he tasted the sweet saltiness of her body. Their mouths met in a joining of lips and tongue that seemed to complete a circuit between them, pressed hard together as they both opened themselves to the physical desires of the other. For what seemed like an eternity but wasn't long enough they were aware only of their partner, of the sounds of pleasure, the taste of sweat and salt, the feel of hot, aroused flesh, and finally the searing white flash of orgasm, with both straining to release the bliss from their core, willing it to overtake their entire body. They laid together, still joined for some time before Tracey put her hand on his face.

"I love you."

She said the words before she kissed him again.

"Inima ta este prețioasă pentru mine," he whispered. "Your heart is precious to me."

"Say more to me," she asked. "I could listen to you talk in a foreign language all night."

He smiled, then carefully pulled out and shifted to her side, telling her the story of Sir Gawain and Dame Ragnelle in French. When he was finished, he told it to her in English.

"Sir Gawain was one of King Arthur's knights and he freely agreed to marry a foul faced woman, Ragnelle, after she helped to save the life of the King. On their wedding night when she entered the bed chamber, she was beautiful and explained that she had been under an enchantment. By freely agreeing to marry her he had already broken part of the curse – for she could live as a beautiful woman by either day or night but the rest of the time she had to wear her foul face. She asked him to choose which he preferred, beautiful by day or beautiful by night. He refused to do so, saying it was her right to choose for herself, and he would abide by her choice. With that decision it was revealed that the curse was broken completely, and she would live as a beautiful woman for all hours of the day and night. They married and were happy because giving her the choice freed her to love him as herself."

Tracey didn't say anything for some time, just gazed at him then she moved her head to rest against his chest and kissed it.

"You really are a romantic man, aren't you?" she asked. "You amaze me in every way."

"I'm amazed that you chose me," he countered. "You accepted me at face value and that meant a lot."

He almost said more but Tracey raised her head, covered his mouth with hers for a soft kiss, then pressed her forehead against his mouth, accepting his kiss on it. Closing his eyes, he held her without saying anything more because it wasn't needed.

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It surprised him when he woke up the next morning by himself. For a moment he lay there then he propped himself up on his elbow and smiled when he heard Tracey and Rebecca talking. Throwing some underwear and his jeans on he picked up a T-shirt and stepped out of the bedroom, walking the short hallway to the kitchen in his bare feet. Both women were dressed and smiled at him. Tracey was leaning against the counter while Rebecca sat in her walker seat.

"You ready for a coffee?" asked Tracey.

"I wouldn't mind a shower first," he said, then he looked at the clock. "You let me sleep in."

"I did. You looked so peaceful there, so I had my shower and by then Rebecca was ready to get up. We were just talking about what we should do today."

"What did you have in mind?" asked Bucky, running his hand through his hair.

"Farmer's market in McCarren Park," stated Rebecca. "We can take our time, pick up some fresh produce. Amina said a lot of them from the newcomer's centre go there as it reminds them of their home, in happier times."

"Okay, sounds like a plan," said Bucky. "I'm going to take that shower then I'll make my favourite ladies some breakfast."

"Why don't you let us make you breakfast?" asked Tracey. "I already have cinnamon buns rising in the oven."

Bucky's eyes sparkled. Tracey made him cinnamon buns. He looked at his sister, at the grin on her face and knew she probably told Tracey they were his favourite. By the look on her face there was more that the two were planning. He raised his hands in surrender and went to the bathroom, deciding to take longer than his usual five minutes, even taking the time to shave. When he came out they were putting the finishing touches on the table, including a small bouquet of chrysanthemums from the back yard, which were beginning to bloom. Gathering Tracey in his arms he hugged her, feeling fortunate to have her in his life. Then he put his arm around Rebecca's shoulder and kissed her cheek, loving her so much at that moment. He looked at the spread; not just cinnamon buns but bacon, sausages, scrambled eggs, pancakes and a bowl of cut up fresh fruit with Greek yogurt and honey.

"You two went all out," he said, with emotion.

"Well, you've cooked for us," said Rebecca. "We decided to cook for you. Even I helped. The walker makes it easier for me."

They sat down and ate almost everything. His sister noticeably ate more than she usually did. Bucky said something about good food and good company which both women agreed with. They were all surprised when Alley Cat jumped on the table and stole the last piece of bacon, running to a hiding place to eat it.

"I'm sorry," exclaimed Tracey. "He's never done that before."

"Guess he likes the food as well," said Bucky. "I'll clean up. Least I can do."

Soon they were in the car headed to McCarren Park. On the way Bucky and Rebecca reminisced about going there to see Fourth of July fireworks when they were younger. When they arrived Tracey dropped them off then parked and returned to find them talking with Amina and her family.

"Miss Tracey," called the Sudanese woman, pleased to see the young woman. "Have you ever met my husband Irshad? He couldn't come to the feast at the newcomer center as he was working but he has today off."

She greeted the tall man and he bowed his head to her briefly. "My wife has told me much about you, Mr. Bucky, and Mrs. Rebecca," he said. "She is very fond of all three of you."

"We're very fond of her," said Rebecca, grasping the hand of Amina. "She is one of my angels."

They began walking as a group with Rebecca and Amina still holding hands. Kafeel walked beside his father but looked back at Bucky several times.

"I think he likes you," said Tracey. "You do have a soft side that kids respond to, once they get past your serious face."

"I'm smiling more," replied Bucky. "They're good kids."

They stopped at a food booth where Amina spoke in Arabic to the vendor. Bucky listened and smiled.

"Looks like we're getting a free sample," he said.

Amina turned to them holding two paper cups, offering one to Rebecca and one to Tracey, then she got a third one for Bucky. It had a beautiful red colouring and smelled like flowers.

"This is Sudanese hibiscus tea," she told them. "You buy the dried tea and steep it for a bit then you can drink it by itself or with a bit of sugar and a few drops of lemon juice. It's very good for you."

Rebecca took a sip and raised her eyebrows in surprise, liking its delicate flavour. "I like that Bucky, can we get some?" she asked.

He surprised the vendor by addressing him in Arabic while Amina beamed, still impressed that he knew the language. He bought a small package of tea, paying in cash and put it in the shopping bag that Rebecca had on the back of her wheelchair. They stopped at several other vendors of various nationalities and sampled some other things before arriving at a vegetable stand where Bucky picked out some fresh tomatoes, carrots and onions. As they were walking Bucky got a brief whiff of the Japanese cigarettes and looked around trying to see if the man who had watched their house was nearby but he didn't see him and didn't smell the smoke again.

After another hour they went through almost all of the market and were ready to leave when they heard some cries from a few stalls away. They heard calls for medical help and Tracey went over finding an elderly man unconscious on the ground. Kneeling beside him she checked his pulse and asked if anyone saw what happened. His wife said he clutched his arm then collapsed.

"Call 911 and tell them it's a probable heart attack," she said to his wife. "I'm a nurse and I'm going to begin CPR."

She made sure he was flat on his back, positioned the man's head to open his airway, then placed her hands over his chest and began pushing. After 30 compressions she stopped, gave the man two breaths and began the compressions again. Bucky watched Tracey calmly do what she could for the man. He could hear the sirens getting closer and told her help was coming. When the paramedics arrived they waited for her to finish her set then fastened an air bag to his face and began forcing air into him. Tracey told them the man had an erratic pulse when she felt it then it stopped and she began compressions within seconds. A fire truck arrived and several of the firemen came to take over compressions while the paramedics set up the AED. Once they had it connected and charged they stopped the compressions and pressed the button to restart his heart. It didn't work the first time and a fireman kept up the compressions while they waited for the AED to reset. They shocked him again and this time the paramedics were happy they had a regular heart beat. While they prepared to transport the man his wife came to Tracey and thanked her for saving her husband's life. Tracey was very kind to the woman and said she only did enough to keep him going until the paramedics arrived. Several others came by and complimented her. When the man was taken into the ambulance the crowd dispersed and Bucky looked at Tracey with pride.

"You were so calm," he said, hugging her. "I was impressed at how you took control."

"I didn't even have time to think," she replied. "My training just kicked in."

"I guess Bucky isn't the only hero around here," said Rebecca with a big grin.

There were no news crews that arrived and while many people thanked Tracey for giving the man CPR neither the paramedics nor the firemen talked to her to get her name or anything. It rubbed Bucky the wrong way and he stopped one of the firefighters before he returned to his unit.

"Doesn't she get some recognition for being first on scene and keeping him alive until they could take over?" he asked. "She was heroic."

"Sure, she absolutely was," said the firefighter. "I'll make sure to put her name in the report."

He took Tracey's name but Bucky was still bothered by it, that it didn't seem to be as big a deal as what he did. In his eyes what she did was just as important. Tracey told him it was alright but he talked about it most of the way home.

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