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3rachasdomesticbanana · 11 months ago

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Road Not Taken | Bang Chan

Synopsis: When your parents tell you that you're to marry the mayors son, Seo Changbin, you're left with two choices. Do you take the easy and sure route with nothing but green grass or do you take the path that's a bit less predictable and rough?

Pairings: au Bang Chan x Female Reader

Content Includes: Fluff, Forbidden romance, Secret romance, Strict parents, A sexually suggestive moment, Runaway, Happy ending, The Notebook vibes, Rich girl x not so rich guy

•Short but sweet. wc 2k•

an: Inspired by the poem The road not taken by Robert Frost and Chan quoting the poem when he talked about yellow wood in the intro.

“Y/N are you listening? Your father is talking to you.” Your mom sighs and rolls her eyes. “Honestly, get your head out of the clouds. This is a great opportunity and Seo Changbin is a great catch. He's so handsome and strong. Not to mention he'll be mayor one day after his father. You'll be the mayor's wife y/n doesn't that sound wonderful?” She gushes, clasping her hands together happily looking lovingly at your dad, who was the governor.

What is this, some eighteenth century life you're living? Why do you have to marry some guy just because he's rich and smart? Yeah sure, Changbin is great, literally at everything but... You've known him since you were in preschool. Even went to the same prep school together too so you know just how amazing of a guy he is. He's just not your type. He's more of a big brother to you. The problem though, you've always done as you were told. Take up horseback riding even if you were terrified? Yep. Harp even if it made your fingers blister and bleed? Of course. So how could you possibly look your parents in the face and defy them? Your dad looks at you with such a proud expression that you feel like shit for even thinking about going against him.

“Yes.” Is all you can say because the false smile and enthusiasm you give, takes everything out of you.

“That's my princess. You make your mother and I so proud of you. Really, we're so lucky. Isn't that right Grace?” Your dad pats your mother's hand still looking at you and she nods in agreement.

“The luckiest.” She chimes in. “Now make sure not to be late for your piano lessons; your recital is next week.” waving a dismissing hand.

Her large wedding ring and perfectly manicured nails shine in the sunlight that spills through the multiple windows of the conservatory. Removing the white cloth from your lap and setting it onto the table next to your barely eaten lunch, you stand up and leave. The entire conversation replays repetitively in your mind that you don't see your little sister leaving her room and you bump into almost butting heads.

“Shit, I'm sorry sis. I didn't see you. You're not hurt are you?” You fuss over her and she slaps your hands away smiling.

“Jeez will you chill. I'm fine. Where's your head at though?” She questions you, crossing her petite arms over her chest. Her large eyes look up at you and you briefly think back to a few hours ago when you were that carefree. Hopefully she won't share your fate in a few years seeing as she's only four years younger than you.

“Mom and dad just dropped a bomb on me.” Sighing, you lean back against the perfectly decorated wall behind you. “I'm set to marry Seo Changbin.” You finish and your sister's eyes light up.

“Oh my god, no way?” She whispers and covers her mouth. “You're so lucky. I'd give my left ear to marry that man. Have you seen his arms?”

When she giggles you can't help but join in. Just like Changbin, her laugh is infectious. The two of you gossip about boys a little longer in the hallway before you reluctantly make your way to your room to quickly shower and change your clothes before your lessons. Piano lessons were not only important to your mom but even more important to you.

Chris Bang, your piano teacher and the love of your life, secretly for the past two years, makes the lessons worth every second of struggling over the piece you decided to play for your recital. River flows in you by Yiruma has been a favorite of yours since you were really little and because you've heard it so many times you thought it would be easy. It isn't, not even remotely. The increasing tempo is where you seem to struggle and Chris will often tell you “Don't fear a little accelerando baby.”

Seeing his face when you walk in erases all the stress from your body and mind. He's like a hard reset to your mental health. The way his eyes sparkle and even smile along with him, the two dimples perfectly placed on either side of his beautiful mouth and the enveloping scent of smokey vanilla that surrounds you when he pulls you in for a tight hug, it all chases away all the bad and heals you.

“There's my beautiful girl. Gosh, I missed you.” He greets you with open arms that go around your waist when you stroll into him. His lips leave feathery light kisses all over your face making you chuckle softly.

“I missed you too babe.” You happily reply and push his blonde hair back from his brow. In contrast to how heavy your heart felt earlier it feels lightweight now.

His lips find yours turning the sweet embrace into something more intimate. Inside the family library, it's the only space you two are never interrupted. No one, not even staff dare disturb your lessons, not after your mom fired the last person that did so. It was completely uncalled for, the poor guy only came in the room to dust while you were going through the notes and when you messed up your mother blamed him. Now it's a haven for you and Chris. The two of you have spent hours studying each other's body's more times than you've actually studied the music. Thank God that Chris is a good teacher, you're able to show off your progress if or whenever your mom decides to show interest. So when his hands move from your waist and grips your ass you don't stop him.

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“Well now that that part of the lesson is over, what do you say you show me what else your fingers can do?” Chris suggests playfully still breathing heavily above you with a cocky smirk.

“Oh my gosh,” you giggle and cover your face. “you're such a dork but I love you.”

The moment is blissful and if you could lay like this under him for eternity, you gladly would. Unfortunately though, the large black Steinway grand piano sits waiting for you because if your mom doesn't hear any playing she won't hesitate to barge in. So you two unreluctantly separate and get dressed, hands and lips refusing to stray away from each other for too long.

Sitting on the shiny black surface of the piano's bench, your fingers hover over the keys as you inhale deeply through your nose and then exhale slowly out your mouth. The pads of your fingertips lightly press down on the ivory keys in front of you and begin moving effortlessly. Your eyes close upon hearing the sad yet happy music you create. Due to how many times you've played this piece it's become second nature now but when the crescendo approaches you become more focused and tense up.

“Relax babes, you can do this.” Chris whispers in your ear and you breathe him in.

Your fingers move, gradually picking up speed feeling calm and at ease knowing Chris is behind you and believing in your abilities. The worst is over and the tempo slows, ending with a beautiful climax.

“See baby, I knew you could do it!” Chris cheers coming around from behind you to stand beside the instrument and look at you. “Woah woah what's the matter? What happened y/n, why are you crying?” He gently takes your face in his hands stroking your cheeks with his thumbs wiping away the tears that rapidly fall from your eyes.

With the day's news finally getting to you, you break down and tell him everything. About the arrangement and how you are terrified of disobeying your parents but most of all you tell him that the last thing you want to do is be with someone that isn't him. That thought alone fills you with dread and makes you sick to your stomach. Changbin is a good man but he isn't Chris and you could never love another man the way you love him. You're pulled into his strong arms as he consoles you, the soft singing coming from him soothes you until you're able to calm the sobs that wrack through you.

“It's okay baby girl. Don't be sad. I know that I may not have a lot...” He pauses and scoffs at himself, resting his chin on top of your head, still holding you tight. “Honestly the only thing I have a lot of, is the love that I have for you. So whatever path you decide to take I'll always love you.”

“After all this time I still get amazed at how perfect you are, Christopher.” You tell him, voice slightly muffled against his chest, followed by sniffling as you hold back fresh tears that threaten to spill by his words.

He chuckles and his body shakes lulling you like a newborn. Chris's actions and words only proves your point, how can you love someone other than him? There's no one that could possibly take his place, you know that. What you don't know is how you're going to let your family down and tell them that you won't be marrying Seo Changbin. How do you disappoint your parents in a way that won't entirely shatter their hearts to the point where they just cut you off or abandon you? They could never do that to you… could they? That night you replayed Chris's words in your head so much that you gave yourself a headache. Sitting up in bed, after having tossed and turned for a good three hours you ran through all possible scenarios.

If you chose the easy path and agreed to be with Changbin you were sure how your life would be. Exactly like your mother's life. As a rich wife with a simple, boring, predictable life full of other people who just care about money and social politics. You'd spend your days with other wives, expected to dress and act a certain way all while losing a part of yourself if not all. Choosing Chris however, things would be uncertain. You have no idea what the future could possibly hold for you both. There could be rough terrain along the way but you were certain that you would be happy. That you both would get through whatever life decided to throw at you. As long as love continued to bloom and grow like a well taken care of flower, you two would be okay.

Jumping out of bed you look at your phone and see it's just past 5am but it's now or never. Grabbing a backpack from the closet and emptying it of any forgotten items you shove some clothes and a few important items inside. Your heart races and mixed emotions flood through your chest. Fear, excitement, guilt, nervousness and sadness sit comfortably at the top of the iceberg that is you. You keep moving silently throughout your room though, making sure you've got everything that you need.

“Just in case.” You whisper outloud to yourself. ‘Just in case they don't let me come back.’ That thought sits heavy on your heart but it doesn't derail your plans. You've made up your mind.

You're not going to play it safe by marrying Changbin. You've been playing it safe all your life. The uncertainty of taking a path that not many would travel down is scary. All the ‘what ifs’. If you could take both paths some way you would but that's not possible. It's a risk but for love and for Chris, you'd gladly make this choice again. Glancing around the room one last time, a last minute thought springs to your mind and you walk over to your desk to write your parents and sister and note.

“Mom and Dad, please don't be too upset with me. I'm leaving with Chris. I love him and I just couldn't see myself doing as I'm told this time. I hope you can find it in your hearts to continue to love me just the same. If you allow me to, I'll be back someday soon. Sweet little sister go and get Changbin, yeah? He'd be lucky to have you as a wife instead of me anyway we both know that. I love you three. I won't be far but I also won't change my mind.”

With a satisfied sigh you fold the paper in half and set it on your pillow. Your palm lays flat on the surface and you silently say goodbye to the life you had always known for something grander. Love. As the sunrise casts a golden hue on the horizon, you run towards the woods with nothing but the clothes you're wearing and a backpack slung over your shoulder. The sounds of the wildlife waking up throughout the yellow wood around you sounds so beautiful and it keeps your feet moving. The small house fenced in just past the woods comes to view and you smile breathlessly.

Rapping your knuckles on the white painted wooden door you chew on your bottom lip and wait for Chris to open up. Curly, messy blond hair peeks through the crack in the door when he slowly opens it. Almost in unison when he realizes it's you visiting him this early, his sleepy eyes and the door widens.

“Y/n baby what are you doing here?” his eyes go from your face down to the backpack that you now clutched in your hand and he lets out a small gasp that lights you up. “You really chose me?” His voice sounds so small like he can't believe it.

“Yes, I did. How could I not?” you give him a lopsided grin and wink playfully.

He grabs you in his arms and kisses your lips over and over, pecking them with a huge grin on his face. Setting you down, looking down into your eyes with so much love and longing he tells you that he'll make it his life's mission to make you happy every day and to not only tell you but show you just how much he loves you. You could feel your heart swelling from his words and your emotions bubbling up inside. Didn't he know he made you happy everyday already?

Setting your hand into his and interlocking your fingers you look up at him and sweetly smile. “No matter what storms we encounter, I'll always be there holding my hand out to you. I'll never regret the path I've decided to take at your side. I made a choice for love and that will make all the difference.”

The End.

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Sidenote: I wanted to end this the same way the poem ended so there won't be a part 2. Just know they lived happily ever after.

Her sister married Binnie and her parents eventually got the stick out of their asses and were cool with her living her best life as Mrs. Y/N Bang lol ♡ if you've never read the poem or listened to the track Road Not Taken from skz's Yellow Wood album I definitely recommend both.

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prosperdemeter2 · 9 months ago

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🌩️ and 🌈 👀👀🙏

🌩 - retail!AU

“Better!” He quipped and Eddie wanted to punch him in his face. Right between the pretty blue of his eyes. “Better?” Eddie wished he had the ability to spontaneously combust. “This is a fifty-two!” “And the last time I was here,” Fire Marshal Buckley said with a click of his pen. “It was a twenty-three. So you’re on the rise.” It was ridiculously positive. It felt like Abuela telling him to look on the bright side! It was… Eddie shook his head with a groan. “You marked us down for the boxes in the hallway.” “Yeah,” Buckley said slowly. “They’re blocking the electrical panels. That’s a major safety concern.” “They were literally in the same spot last time and you didn’t mark us down at all.” “It kind of felt like kicking someone when they were down.” Buckley said slowly with a wrinkle of his brow that really had no right looking so adorable. “I gave you a list of things to work on -.” “And we worked on them!” Eddie protested and nearly knocked Christopher’s new school picture off his desk with the enthusiastic flutter of his hands. Buckley looked entirely unimpressed by Eddie’s theatrics. If he didn’t know any better (which he didn’t), he would say the other man was enjoying watching Eddie squirm. “And I gave you better marks on those things.” Buckley tapped his pen against his clipboard (with a new sticker this time that boasted to do it for the donuts). “Arguing with me isn’t going to change your score -.” But sleeping with you will? No, Eddie stopped himself. That was all rumor and conjecture. A Did-You-Know coming from a twenty-year-old who, while May was incredibly mature for her age and well deserving of her position, fell into the gossip-mill just as much as every other teenager and young adult under Eddie’s care. It didn’t matter what Fire Marshal Buckley and the previous store manager Abby Clarke did. Eddie wasn’t about to sleep with the man in order to get his store a passing grade. Even he could admit that Buckley’s job was to keep everyone in the store safe, and getting him to fudge the numbers wouldn’t exactly help with that goal. “Buckley, listen -.” “Buck.” Eddie stalled in his protest. “What?” “Buck.” Buckley corrected. “My name’s Buck.” “Your parents named you Buck Buckley?” Eddie wrinkled his nose at him, his protest derailed at the thought. “Did they hate you?”

🌈 - watermark (this is the fluffiest thing I've gotten, please 🙏)

Eddie shook his head at himself and almost cautiously held out his good arm (the only one he could hold out, because the right one was stuck to his chest with a black, velcro strap). For a moment, he almost convinced himself that he had messed up. That he had chosen the wrong universe. He was with the Buck that didn't know how to make Eddie forget how to form words. But Buck stepped into the circle of his arm easily, settled into the space like it was made for him, wrapped his own loose around the back of Eddie’s head to pull it into his stomach. “It’s nothing crazy,” Buck said softly, weaving his fingers through the hair at the back of Eddie’s head. “Chris, Pepa, your parents.”

That wasn't it, Eddie wouldn't care if it was everyone in the world so long as it was everyone in his world.

#ask tag #rewrite #watermark #retail au #ask game

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rogersevans · 3 years ago

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Prom Dates & Broken Hearts

Summary: You're in love with your best friend, he’s in love with someone else. Who knew prom would be so eventful?

18+ Content Below, Minors DNI

authors note: so I saw a tiktok of chris during an interview on ‘the talk’ and he asked about he was dumped at prom and it gave me the idea for this story.

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You wanted to go with him, you wanted him to ask you. But as you sat on the bleachers you watched your hope fizzle away, the scene playing out in front of you like it was written in some damn Nicholas Sparks novel.

It was the last game of the season, the team was winning by a long shot when Chris walked up to the girl he’d been hopelessly in love with since the 3rd Grade and asked her out. His helmet in one hand and his heart in the other. You wanted to look away, but you couldn’t. Nothing could pry your eyes away, not even the sound of your own heart shattering.

You watched as she flung her arms around his neck, he lifted her off the ground, dropping his helmet in the process. Her cheer squad gasping and gossiping excitedly behind her back.

The feeling of Scott ushering you out of your seat had you coming back to reality. He was one step away from throwing you over his shoulder and leaving with you. He didn’t want you to see this, he knew it was coming, Chris had told him. Scott wanted to tell you, warn you, but every time he was about to he chickened out.

Scott was the only person who knew of your love for the older Evans. He was the only one you trusted with the sacred information, even if you did tell him on accident when you were piss drunk at the annual Evans Summer BBQ.

You didn’t have to tell him, he already knew. Of course he knew, everyone did, they could see it. The way your eyes would light up when Chris was in the room, how he was the only one that could make you do that embarrassing snort/laugh. He could talk you into anything, like the time he convinced you to sneak out in the dead of night and go to a house party that was being hosted by the captain of the football team.

You were in love with your best friend and there was nothing you could do about it because he was in love with someone else.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve told you. Warned you or something. But I couldn’t,” Scott spoke in a panicked tone, still trying to usher you out of your seat, but it was like you were stuck there, like a crushing weight rested heavily on your shoulders, keeping you there. “Let’s go, please.” He begged as he stood and taking your hand, tugging you up with him and dragging you down the bleachers and towards your car.

“It’s fine.” You finally said, the fakest smile plastered across your face. “Why wouldn’t it be fine?” You now frowned at Scott’s concerned expression.

It wasn’t fine. It was far from fine. You were utterly heartbroken.

“Because you...” He trailed off, shifting uncomfortably on his feet.

“Saw my best friend ask out the girl of his dreams? And she said yes? In front of the whole school?” Your tone now all high pitched and uneasy. “Why would I have a problem with that?”

“Don’t make me say it.” His hands now resting firmly on your shoulders, keeping you in place before you could dart for you car and get the hell out of dodge. A tactic you often did when a situation made you uncomfortable.

But the look you were giving the younger Evans, the look of denial, had him sighing and releasing your shoulders. Even though you confided in him whilst inebriated you made him swear not to bring it up again, not willing to talk about it. Which is how you dealt with most of your problems.

“I’m happy for him, Scott. Really.” Your voice returning to its usual soft tone, a whisper of a smile on display. “He's been wanting to ask her out for years, I’m glad he did.” You lied, the feeling of bile rising in your throat. “I’m gonna go.”

“Wait-”

“Scott, I’m fine. Just gonna head home, I’ll see you Monday.” Hopping into your car and putting it in drive, not giving him chance to object or keep you there any longer.

You needed to be away from here, away from Chris, and the four walls of your bedroom seemed like the perfect place to lock yourself away. Thankful that it was a Friday and you could avoid him for the weekend with ease.

The drive home was silent not bringing yourself to even put on the radio as you drove lost in thought, not even realising you’d parked on the driveway of your home until your dad rapped his knuckles against your car window, making you jump.

The rest of the night was spent under the covers, your cheeks wet from your tears and every sad song you could think of blaring through your headphones.

“Do you know why she’s avoiding me?” Chris asked his younger brother, following him around the house as he spoke.

It had been two days since the football game and you’d done everything in your power to avoid Chris, asking your parents to get the door when he knocked, giving some lame excuse as to why you were unavailable, each one different. Not taking his phone calls when he rang, letting him go to voicemail, which was now full. Not even opening your window when he appeared at it, he was shocked to find your curtains closed all weekend. Meaning you didn’t want to be bothered.

He didn’t like this, it made him nervous. You never ignored or avoided him.

“I don’t know man, maybe she’s ill.”

“She never gets ill,” Chris argued. “Honestly,” holding his hands up in defence when Scott turned to face him, quirking a brow. “Her immune system is impeccable.” He recalled simply, not giving it much thought. “Do you think she’s mad at me? Have I done something wrong?”

“I don’t know!” Scott’s snappy response made Chris recoil. “Look, just give her the weekend, she might just be wanting a weekend alone. I haven’t heard from her since the game.” Resting a hand on his brothers shoulder he gave a sympathetic smile. “I’m sure you’ll be back to annoying the fuck out of her come tomorrow.”

“Why are you so worried anyway?”

“I’m not worried,” Chris scoffed.

“Sure you are. Your voice is a higher pitch than normal, you’re following me around the house like a nervous puppy, you’ve spent the past two nights at her bedroom window.” Scott now stopped at his bedroom door, turning on his heels to face his brother. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say you have a little crush.”

Chris’s scoff was both loud and exaggerated, narrowing his eyes and folding his arms across his chest. “That’s gross, she’s my best friend. I also have a girlfriend.” His chest puffing out slightly at the last sentence.

“Yes.” Scott deadpanned, “and we’re all extremely happy for you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got homework that needs my attention.” Turning his back on Chris and slipping into his bedroom.

“You sure she’s not mad at me?!” Chris asked quickly, only to be met with the door shutting in his face.

“He's been a fucking nightmare all weekend, please take him back.” Scott pleaded with you as you walked towards your locker.

“He's your brother.” You giggled, opening your locker.

“Who’s a giant pain in the ass when you’re not around. Honestly, thought I was going to kill him.”

“You’re so dramatic, you weren’t going to kill him-”

You clocked Chris in your peripheral, storming the hallway and heading towards you and Scott. No words were spoken when he approached you and attacked you into a tight bear hug, your body stumbling backwards from the force of the hug.

“Chris,” you strained out. “Cutting off airways.”

“Don’t care.” He mumbled against your neck, his breath hitting your skin sent a shiver throughout your body, warmth blooming in your chest. “You’ve been ignoring me.”

“I’ve- Chris let me go,” you urged, aware of people were watching you both and you could feel the anxiety within you starting to bubble. “People are staring.” Your voice small against his shoulder, the palms of your hands pushing against his chest.

“I haven’t been ignoring you,” you huffed out when Chris released you, taking a small step back but still staying close.

“You have, Squish.” He argued, your nickname rolling off his tongue with ease.

“Stop calling me that.” You groaned out.

“Squish,” he warned.

He knew you hated the nickname, it was one of the reasons it stuck around, he took pride in annoying you. Squish was something he called you because of your small figure, compared to his lanky one.

“You’re a pain in my ass Evans.” You grumbled, closing your locker after grabbing your books. “I haven’t been ignoring you, I just wanted the weekend to myself, plus weren’t you busy? With your girlfriend?” The word left a bitter taste on your tongue, but you needed to convince him that you were ok.

“Not really,” he shrugged as you tried to ignore the delight that surged through you, smiling up at him. “I wanted to hang out with you.” All three of your now walking down the hall, heading towards class.

“You’re not attached at the hip.” Scott reminded his brother, both stood either side of you.

“Who you goin’ to prom with?” Chris asked, changing the subject when he realised he wasn’t going to get the truth from you.

“No one,” you didn’t mean for your answer to sound bitter, honestly. But you were already done with prom and it was only three months away, if anything it was just a constant reminder of how painfully single you were. “Don’t think I’m going.”

“What?!” Chris’s voice now loud and causing heads to turn in your direction. “You’re not going to prom? You can’t!”

“Why? You have a date, Scott isn’t allowed to come. I’ll be on my own.” You scoffed, pulling your books tighter against your chest.

“You can come with us!” He cheered, beaming down at you like it was his greatest idea yet.

“I’ll pass,” your nose scrunching at the idea of being a third wheel with your best friend, who you were hopelessly in love with, and his girlfriend -- who you were convicted hated you -- you’d rather sit on your couch and pathetically eat ice cream whilst watching a movie.

“Snips, please.” He pleaded, making his eyes bigger and rounder, knowing it would work. But it wasn’t until his fingers wrapped around your wrist and pulling you to a stop, his bottom lip poking out that you caved. “I really need my best girl there with me.” His thumb stroking over your wrist slowly.

Chris didn’t know why he needed you there, by his side, or why the thought of you staying home on prom night made his chest tighten. He sounded desperate but he didn’t care, he just knew he wanted you at his side on prom night.

“Fine!” You caved, rolling your eyes when his arms shot up in victory, his t-shirt riding up ever so slightly making it hard for you to not look, his jeans hanging low on his hips and his stomach poking through, making you feel flustered and warm.

“This is going to be so good!” He cheered, wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side and placing a kiss to your temple.

The thought of you both going to prom together had you and Chris bubbling with excitement, even if you were third wheeling. You’ll take what you can get.

Prom fell on a Friday which meant one thing.

After parties.

Chris had dragged you to one after prom had finished, promising you that Scott and his boyfriend would be there. But you wanted nothing more than to go home, your feet were killing you, your dress had become uncomfortable as it dug into your sides, feeling like it was squeezing the life out of you. Not to mention the death glares Chris’s girlfriend had been giving you all night were starting to get to you.

You remembered when Chris told her you were coming with them, her fake smile wasn’t convincing but her vice like grip on her water bottle was, it practically crumpling in her hand. She’d spent the past three months trying to convince Chris to leave you at home, asking for it just to be her and him. But he never backed down, fighting your corner until she gave up two weeks before.

She’d spent the night making small talk with you, often throwing back handed compliments in the mix. “You look amazing in your dress, did you have to lose a lot of weight for it?” Was your favourite.

Chris and you had spent the night laughing and dancing like no one was watching when she wasn’t attached to his hip. He’d spin you around before dipping you, making you both laugh at the cheesiness of it all.

You tried to ignore the way your heart shattered at the sight of them slow dancing, the way his eyes lit up as she spoke, his hand resting on the small of her back to hold her closer to him. How he shuddered when she whispered something to him, her hand resting firmly against his chest.

He looked happy with her and that broke you.

Other than the small snags the night seemed to be going great, Chris drove you all to prom so you offered to drive to the party, not planning on drinking so you get them both home after. You tried to include his girlfriend in on the karaoke session on the way to the party, but she just grumbled from her seat in the back and folded her arms across her chest. Watching as you and Chris belted out lyrics to some NSYNC song.

The most beautiful thing about yours and Chris’s friendship is how you complemented each other perfectly. You were the quiet one out of the two, he preferred weekends messing around or skateboarding at the local park and you preferred quiet weekends, often spending time in the old treehouse in your backyard reading. It never really stopped you from spending every weekend together.

On Saturday’s you would do what he wanted to do, he even taught you how to skateboard one weekend and you would always end the day at his with his family, your legs draped over him as you lounged on the couch watching films or playing board games.

Sunday’s were you favourite because he would meet you in the treehouse bright and early, sleeping bags in tow as you arranged the pillows and blow up mattress in their usual position. Books, comics, junk food and CDs scattered all over the place.

Granted with him now having a girlfriend there wasn’t much time to do that anymore, but he still made time for you during the week instead of the weekends. Often spending Saturday’s by yourself practicing on the skateboard or with Scott and Sunday’s you’d sit in your treehouse, hopeful that his plans fell through and he’d come and spend the day with you. He never did.

You never pushed him on it though, understanding that his time now was devoted to his girlfriend and that this happens all the time in friendship groups. You were just happy he still remembered you, still called some nights or walked home from school with you, catching up on the weekend or sharing secrets.

He had you wrapped around his finger and he didn’t even know it.

You didn’t even try to hide your squeal of happiness when you spotted Scott and his boyfriend in the crowd, running over to them and throwing a wave over your shoulder at Chris when he complained about you ditching him for his brother. Snagging Scott’s backpack from him with your change of clothes in and rushing to the bathroom to change.

“How was the dance?” Scott asked when you reappeared from the bathroom, now dressed in jeans, white t-shirt and your black leather jacket. “Was it everything you could ask for and more?” He teased, rolling his eyes as he took a sip of whatever alcohol was currently swirling around his red cup.

“Oh yeah, best night of my life, I love being a third wheel.” You added sarcastically, Scott’s boyfriend, Jack, laughing at you. “Especially the snarky comments about me being fat, they made it extra special.”

“She called you fat?” Jack’s mouth fell open and eyes wide, Scott’s expression something similar.

“In a round about way, something about how I looked amazing in my dress and wanting to know if I’d lost a lot of weight to get into it.” You couldn’t help the bitterness in your tone, your fists balling at your side.

Thankfully all three of you were tucked away in a corner of the strangers house you were currently in, watching as your classmates and younger students drank themselves into an oblivion, having the time of their lives.

“Anyway,” you dismissed, waving your hand at them both when they gave you a sympathetic look. “At least I can say I went to prom, even if sticking hot pins in my eyes would've been more exciting.” That had all three of you laughing, clinking their red cups and your bottled water together.

It had been a couple of hours since you last saw Chris, the last you heard he was chugging beer from a keg with his friends in the kitchen. You wanted to check on him, make sure he was having a good night.

When you walked out onto the porch you didn’t expect to see Chris and an older guy having a fist fight on the lawn. You’d walked out at the very moment the other guys fist connected to Chris’s nose, blood shortly following after.

“Chris!” You screamed, making the other students turn their heads to look at you. Rushing over to them both and standing in front of him you looked up at the brunette, who was now towering over you. “What is your problem?!” You could hear Chris groaning in pain behind you.

“Ask him.” He pointed to your best friend behind you, lunging forward to grab him. “He’s the one who started it!”

“You stole my girlfriend, you piece of shit!” Chris shouted back, lunging forward and shoving you along with him.

“Alright!! Calm down!” You directed at Chris, putting your hands on his chest. “Hold on a minute,” giving his chest a push.

“Not my fault she knows what she wants, and it’s not you.”

“How is that helping?” You scolded, turning to face the now smirking stranger. “You got your punch in, now leave. Or would you like me to call the police and tell them how an adult turned up to the party and started hitting kids.” You sneered at the tall man, granted he was only a few years older than you and Chris but that wouldn’t stop you.

When he left you turned back to face Chris, now sitting on the grass and using his tie to pinch his nose and stop the bleeding, his head tossed back.

“Forward,” you suddenly said, making him look at you confused. “You shouldn’t tilt your head backwards, it causes the blood to go down your throat, you should put it forward.” Your voice soft as you gently pushed his head forward.

It grew quiet between you both, nothing but his heavy sighs and the thumping music coming from the house. You couldn’t stop looking at him, confused by what had just happened. Chris never got into fights. What did he mean when he said that guy “stole” his girlfriend? You saw a bruise already starting to form around his eye.

“What happened?” You asked at the same time he said, “thank you.”

“I- uh- she-” with a heavy sigh he hung his head, shaking it and dropping the black tie. “She dumped me, for that guy, I didn’t take it very well.”

Your snort of laughter offended him at first, but when he looked over at you and saw you smiling at him he couldn’t stop himself from smiling to. “No shit, Chris you never get into fights, you’re too much of a pussy.” Giving him a playful smirk, nudging his shoulder with yours.

“Wow,” it was his turn to scoff now. “I get dumped and my ass beaten and your words of comfort is calling me a ‘pussy’?”

“Yup,” popping the ‘p’ for emphasis.

“You’re a dick, squish.” His laugh creating a warmth in your chest.

“Will you,” you huff out dabbing the open cut on his forehead carefully. “If you sit still, it won’t take as long.” Getting annoyed at how much he’s flinching away from you, wincing in pain.

He’d been terrified of going home to his mom bloodied and bruised so he asked you to help him clean up. Now here you were stood between his legs as he sat on the edge of the bath, applying ointment to his wound.

“It hurts,” he hissed.

“Yeah, well that’s what you get for getting in a fight with that guy. Honestly, why would you do that? That guy was huge.” Holding his head in place by gripping his chin, forcing him to look up at you as you gently tended to his wounds.

Chris wouldn’t admit it but his heart beating uncontrollably right now, your perfumed scent sending his senses into overdrive and making him nervous. Ever since you stepped out of your house earlier this evening he couldn’t stop thinking about you or looking at you, often finding himself looking for you in the crowd when you weren’t by his side.

He thought you looked breathtaking. You looked different to him tonight, even when you’d changed into your normal clothes. He couldn’t stop himself from looking, admiring you from afar. Maybe it was the beer clouding his judgment, you were his best friend. Had been since you were both 6.

Had you always been this beautiful? He watched you silently as you shuffled closer between his legs, reaching to dab at the open wounds, the tip of our tongue poking out in concentration, making him smile.

“What’s got you smiling? You literally just got dumped at prom and then her boyfriend kicked your ass.”

Chris shrugged, his hands holding the backs of your thighs. “Just happy.”

“You’re so weird.” You mumbled through a smile, welcoming his warm touch and making the last shuffle closer to him so your body was pressed flush against his. “Just need to clean up your nose and then we’re done.”

It didn’t take you long to clean him up, cleaning away any evidence of a fight, the scuffs could be dismissed as drunken accidents. The feeling of his grip on your thighs tightening had you turning back to him, confused.

“Chris, what’s wrong? You sill in pain?” He shook his head silently, his gorgeous blue eyes watching you intently.

He doesn’t know how he’d been so blind before.

“What?” Your voice soft, your eyes searching his and a little wide with worry.

You always put him first, above everyone. You always made sure he ok, the way your hand rests against his cheek sends a shiver down his spine, leaning into your touch. How hadn’t he seen it before now?

“Are you concussed? He did hit you pretty hard.” Your nose scrunching at the memory, holding three fingers up in front of him. “How many fingers am I holding up?” He just chuckled lightly and you started to panic. “Oh my god, Lisa’s going to kill me if I take you back home broken.”

At the mention of his mom Chris couldn’t help but think about the relationship you had with her, how you were there for her and the family during her divorce. How you would silently leave the living room to help her in the kitchen on Saturday’s, knowing she stresses when cooking for everyone. He thought back to all the times she’d teased him about asking you out, we all think you’d make a cute couple - me and her mom have a secret bet going on.

It was in that moment that Chris decided to throw all caution to the wind and test his mom’s theory out. The concerned look you had made his heart swell, suddenly remembering how that always happened when you looked at him that way, especially when your eyes got a little wider with curiosity or shock.

“Chris,” you squeaked out, the thrumming in your ears increasing when you noticed he had started to lean in, his eyes fluttering closed. “What are you doing?” You whispered, your breath hot and hitting his lips.

“Just want to try something.” He mumbled against your lips before slotting them against yours, your body buzzing from excitement as he slid his hands up to your hips, tugging you closer.

The grunt he released when your body fell against his had your lower half gushing, your arms wrapping around his neck as your lips moved in perfect unison.

In one swift motion he had your legs wrapped around his waist and you perched on the edge of the sink, his narrow body situated perfectly between your thighs, his chest pressed against yours and both hands sliding up your body, coming to rest on both of your cheeks.

You felt like you were in a daze, like you were dreaming, this couldn't be real, could it? You weren’t actually kissing your best friend in a random person’s bathroom.

It seemed like time had stopped, like the world around you ceased to exist, the world beyond the bathroom door had disappeared.

“Holy shit.” He whispered against your lips when he pulled away, them ghosting over yours, noses nudging against one another. Breaths mixing with one another, hot on each others skin.

You opened your mouth to speak but nothing came out, your eyes fluttering open to find him staring back at you, a curious look in his eyes. After a few seconds of your mouth opening and shutting, unable to find the words. Chris rested his forehead against yours, his tongue darting out to wet his lips before he leaned forward again to place a chaste kiss on your now sensitive and swollen lips.

It took him leaning in a second time for your mind to snap out of its Chris daze, your body leaning back, only for his to follow. Your hand resting on his chest, giving it a firm push, holding him in place. His brows knitting together in confusion.

“Chris,” your cheeks tinting a crimson colour when his hands gave your hips a gentle squeeze. “Wh-what, I mean, you-you kissed me!” You squeaked out, your brows now raised and eyes wide.

“You kissed me back.” He argued back, a playful smile now stretching across his face.

“That’s not the point,” you shook your head, carding your fingers through your own hair, your tongue dipping out to wet your bottom lip. Suddenly feeling very overwhelmed, your skin feeling hot and prickly.

“You kissed me... why?” Your eyes meeting his, only for his face to slightly fall creating an ache in your chest.

“Because I wanted to kiss you, was I not supposed to?”

“No. I mean, I-I,” letting out a sigh through your nose, scrunching your nose. “What does it mean? Why did you do it? What about-”

“I think I’ve always wanted to kiss you, just never really realised it before. But the more I think about it, the more it all makes sense to me.” Chris was nervous, you could tell, the way his eyes darting around your face, or the way he shuffled on his feet, his fingers playing with the hem of your shirt.

“Things have been weird tonight, you’ve made me nervous, made my heart race just by looking at you. When I saw you walk out in that dress, I forgot about everything else. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you all night.” His eyes finally settling on your eyes again, his hands now holding your face. “You’re my best friend in the entire world.”

You watched, dumfounded, as his eyes fluttered closed before he cursed under his breath, his hands trembling as they held you. “But I’m falling for you, head first, right into the deep end.”

He smiled at the small gasp you let out.

This was something you’d only ever imagined happening. Always watching from the sidelines as girls came and went, hoping one day he’d see you the way you saw him. Desperately wanting to hear him talk about you the way he spoke about other girls.

“Chris,” you gulped, your throat suddenly dry. “I-”

“You don't need to say anything right now, if you don’t want to. I’ve kind of sprung this on you, I know you don’t handle being put on the spot well.” He started to nervously ramble, making you smile. “If you need time to think about it, that’s fine to-”

“I like you, always have Chris.”

“Seriously?” Your silent nod had his jaw go slack, making you giggle.

“I’m shocked you didn’t know, everyone else did.”

“They did?!”

“Hmhm. I told Scott when I was drunk at the Summer BBQ after you brought a date.” Your cheeks turning a deeper shade of red at your admission, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze.

“That’s why you got wasted?” You nodded, his hands now dropping from your waist to the edge of the counter, caging you on it. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m your best friend, I was the biggest walking cliche on the planet. I’d rather have you in my life as my best friend than not at all.” You shrugged.

“Well,” he exhaled through his nose, his hands now holding your face and his nose nudging yours. “I am a sucker for a cliche.”

“You did tell me at a party, after your girlfriend broke up with you. If this was a movie, it would be the part where they show a cheesy montage of their friendship, the boy finally realising he likes his best friend.”

“Then he kisses her.”

“And everything falls into place.”

The moment his lips slotted against yours had you melting into his touch, noses knocking against one another, tongues dancing with one another. His body now flush against yours, one hand holding your neck and the other on your hip, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Easy Evans,” you whispered against his lips when you pulled back, a needy whine from him following as he chased your lips with his own. “Anyone would think you’re falling in love with me.” Your thumbs stroking the apple of his cheeks.

When his eyes fluttered open and a soft smile took over you couldn’t help but return the smile, scrunching your nose.

“Who say’s I’m not?”

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mhysa-leesi · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers 𝒳 (femme) Reader 🩸.

Summary: "Steve Rogers is madly in love with you and he'll do anything for you to see that--no matter who gets in his way."

Word Count: 4,765 (Sorry, this is a long one!)

TW‼: Non-Con, Smut, Stalking, Yandere Themes, Murder (Description of Side-Character Death), Blood, Description of Gore, and Strong Language. 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI‼

AN: This story contains adult and dark themes, please do not proceed if you are under the age of 18 or if ANY of these warnings upset you! I am not responsible for your media consumption–you and only you are. Also, I used one of the prompts from (@the-modern-typewriter) to describe a character's death, ALL CREDIT GOES TO THEM. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊.

AN Cont.: If you or anyone you know has been a victim of sexual violence, please reach out for help. I do not condone ANY of the actions described in this story, this is merely a work of FICTION.

The first love letter was delivered on a gloomy Friday afternoon. The clouds above the city were dark and full of frigid torrents of rainfall. Gold and scarlet autumn leaves whispered against the chilly winds as acorns scattered about; rolling and cracking underfoot as you made your everyday walk to work. You had chosen to stray from your usual route that day, deciding on a new corner coffee shop instead of your normal stop.

You remembered that day clearly, as if it had happened just yesterday. The new coffee shop was a small, hole in the wall with plastic vines of ivy and fairylights rimming the framework of the inside. You ordered rich and dark coffees, with creamy oat milk for you and your coworkers, and an apple pecan oatmeal cookie for yourself.

Your workday was seemingly the same as any other. Pam was gossiping with Susan, and Scott was hiding from Mark, your manager, in the breakroom. You remember you were seated at your cubicle when things turned, staring at the rain against the window, and tapping your pen against your notepad, when you were startled by the mail carrier. He handed you a single, pink envelope with a heart stamp on its flap and left with a mumbled “you’re welcome”. You frowned as there was no return address or other name besides yours. You had opened it anyway.

You remembered how your frown had deepened as your stomach dropped. The paper trembled in your hands as you stared at the small heart sketched at the bottom. You frantically looked around the office for any sign of a joke, hoping to see one of your coworkers giggling at your shocked reaction. But everyone had their noses deep into their screens, typing away at their work. You turned the letter over, looking for a name or a clue as to who had sent it. But it was blank.

And you remembered how you had crumpled up the letter and tossed it as you refocused and finished the rest of that workday.

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Weeks passed before you got another mysterious love letter delivered to your desk, a small bouquet of roses and baby’s-breath with it. And again, you crumpled it up and threw it away; leaving the flowers in the breakroom. You had made a mental note that day to talk to the mailman about the delivery of these letters.

For a time they stopped and you thought you were out of the woods or thought your secret admirer had lost interest at the very least. But you were wrong. Your third envelope had been waiting for you in your mailbox when you had gotten home from work one Monday evening. You didn’t bother opening it as you sent it straight to the garbage.

You were growing paranoid and antsy as you constantly looked over your shoulder. You’d freeze every time you came across an envelope, even if it was just your monthly rent notice or bank statement. You had refused to live like this, in a constant state of anxiety and fear, so, that’s how you found yourself moving into a new apartment across town.

You were met with months of peace, you were finally readjusting to life before the letters. You had even moved in with someone you had been seeing from your new job, Chris. He was perfect, someone straight from a romance novel; tall, dark, and handsome, with a taste for adventure and romance. You were happy with him--you were in love and had long since decided that if Chris were to ask you to marry him, you’d say yes in a heartbeat.

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Today was your anniversary with Chris, and the two of you had an entire evening planned. Dinner at your favorite restaurant, a surprise showing of your favorite movie at the corner cinema, and then home, where you’d give him his gift. A red lacy lingerie set with fuzzy handcuffs, and a silk blindfold to match.

Your heart skipped and your stomach alighted with butterflies as you touched up your makeup in the bathroom mirror. The evening had been absolutely perfect and it was about to get even better. You stepped out into the bedroom, dressed in nothing but red lace and a bathrobe. A spritz of perfume here and a mint there, and you were ready to go surprise your man.

You walked out into the living room and seductively leaned against the wall, watching as he poured two glasses of red wine. He turned and froze, swallowing hard as he abandoned the drinks on the kitchen counter. You smirked as he pulled you to him by your hips, instantly locking his lips to yours. He looked down at you through his eyelashes, his deep brown eyes darkened with lust, and you couldn’t help but bite your lip. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to your lips once more.

Your eyes closed and moaned as he peppered kisses along the curve of your neck, tilting your head back to give him better access. His hands roamed your body hotly, squeezing and caressing your dips and curves. Chris entangled his hands in your hair as he moved you to the counter, lifting you up as if you weighed nothing. He pushed your robe down your shoulders to reveal the red lace hidden underneath, and with a groan, he bent to trace the rosette lacework that covered your breasts with his tongue. You hummed and wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands running down his back to toy with the bottom hem.

Chris gently pushed you down to an angle as he kissed down your body, stopping just below your navel to wink up at you. You bit back a laugh as you wiggled your hips impatiently as you leaned back on your hands. With your fingers splayed against the wooden countertop, your touch met something smooth and waxy--like the waxy seal of an envelope. You reached behind you and grabbed a pink envelope, with a wax stamp of a heart on its flap. Your heart seemed to stop as you stared at the envelope in your hands.

You vaguely felt Chris’s lips on your inner thighs, kissing and nipping at your skin. When he heard no reaction from you, he looked up, his brows furrowed and eyes full of questions.

“What’s that?” he asked, ��You wrote me a love letter, too?” he winked as he reached for it.

You jerked it away from his grasp, your heart hammering in your chest as you ripped open the flap; ripping the waxy heart in half.

P.S. You should really lock your windows, doll. You jumped off the counter and ran to the windows, each one was locked--except for one. You locked it and double-checked its strength, fighting against the lock as you tried to open it.

“Babe? (Y/N),” Chris said sternly, snapping you out of your trance.

You looked at him now. You didn’t know what to say, you couldn’t think of how to form the words. You wanted to say everything was fine and okay, but it wasn’t--it was far from it. Whoever had been writing and sending you these knew where you lived now, and that scared you. After months of trying so hard to move on from this, you felt as if you were right back at square one again.

The rest of the night was unclear to you. You moved like a zombie, your brain on autopilot as you crawled into bed to hide under the covers until the morning sun rose. Chris asked questions, of course. But you had no answers for him. You had no idea who had been writing them and had absolutely no clue how they had found you again.

Chris had suggested going to the police, but what could they do? No one had physically harassed you, and although creepy, the letters weren’t threatening. And not to mention, you had thrown away most of your evidence. You were at a loss. Chris was supportive, always there to comfort you during the night when you were restless, but that never kept you from feeling alone.

Your paranoia increased tenfold by the end of that week. You changed your daily routine every few days, hoping that’d throw your stalker off your trail, but it never did. They always seemed ten steps ahead of you, whereas you struggled to even think to keep up with them. Your breaking point was reached on Sunday evening as you met with one of your old friends from high school for breakfast-dinner--an old tradition you two had decided to revive for the night.

Things were going good, and you even dared to forget about your own issues as you cut into your syrup-soaked pancakes. Madison was telling you about her newest fling and how good he was in the sack, and you genuinely found yourself happy to listen to the vulgar details. After painting you a vivid picture of her sex life, Madison excused herself to the restroom; leaving you alone with your pancakes and empty cup of iced coffee.

You saw a head of electric blue hair and you perked up. Your waitress came with a smile and handed you a paper cup of steaming coffee and a single napkin.

“Oh, I didn’t order this,” you said with a polite smile.

“A gentleman ordered this for you,�� she winked before walking away.

You frowned as you looked at the writing on the napkin. Refusing to even acknowledge the cup of coffee in front of you.

Your mouth went dry as you stared at the familiar handwriting. Brown dress, he knew what you were wearing--he was here. You shot to your feet, the chair scraping loudly against the floor, as you looked around frantically, ignoring all of the judgemental looks and hushed whispers you were getting.

“You okay, (Y/N)?” asked Madison, her brows knitted in concern.

“Yeah,” you lied, “I just… I’m sorry, but I have to go. I’ll call you later, Mads.”

You dug through your wallet and gave a twenty to your waitress on your way out, only stopping to yell over your shoulder for her to keep the change. You practically ran home from the restaurant as your anxiety started to settle in your bones, making you heavy with unease. You called Chris, but were only met with his voicemail. The elevator ride up to your floor was tortuous as you watched the floor numbers slowly light up one by one until finally, they stopped at your floor. You panted as you slammed the door shut behind you, sliding the lock and chain in place as you dropped your head to rest against the wooden frame.

You sniffled as the words from his letter were seared into your eyelids. You just wanted him to leave you alone, you didn’t know what you did to catch his eye, and worst of all, you didn’t know how to make it stop. You choked on your hiccupped breaths as tears streaked down your cheeks. When you finally calmed down you switched on the lights and finally turned around…

You stared at Chris in horror. Blood drenched the entire living room, his corpse sat limp in a chair like a broken, bloody doll. His throat and wrists had been slashed. You tried to hold your hand over the open wounds as you screamed for help, but no matter the pressure you applied, the blood still gushed and seeped through your fingers, oozing down your arm, and dripping from your elbow. The gore of it all brought waves of nausea that went beyond physical retching, the sickness you felt was indescribable. But the smell, the smell was something much worse. Metallic, iron, copper… Your ears started to ring. You couldn’t hear, couldn’t breathe. You could only stare at the bloodstain on your hands and scream.

You left that following weekend, abandoning the big city to move back in with your parents and younger sister. You spent most of your days locked in your room, hiding from the world under the comfort of your blanket and drawn curtains. Days turned to weeks, and weeks to months. You’d look at yourself in the mirror and cry as you no longer recognized yourself as the woman you once were. You knew it was time to move on, but you couldn’t, not when you’d see Chris’s bloodied body every time you’d close your eyes.

You started small by taking baby steps toward your recovery. It started with family meals, then a cashier job at your local supermarket, shopping trips with your mother and sister. Then you eventually graduated to therapy, where you’d stare at a forest green ceiling as you reclined on the chaise longue. Therapy helped and it was admittedly one of the better moments of your monotonous days, you felt heard, seen, as you walked through your own thoughts and nightmares. Your appointments even inspired you to reach out to Chris’s parents for closure, to go with them to visit their son’s grave. It was bittersweet, leaving behind a bouquet of roses for the man you had loved so deeply instead of a kiss goodbye; but it was something you knew you’d have to come to terms with. It wasn’t your fault, that was the mantra you’d tell yourself when you’d catch glimpses of his blood on your hands.

Before you knew it a year had passed since the incident, and in that year, you had not received one letter. You had made a resolution for the first time that New Year’s Eve as you waited for the midnight ball to drop. You told yourself you’d forget, to start fresh, and become an even better version of yourself. You were a flower that was fighting against all odds to blossom.

You cut your hair, got bangs and highlights. Saved up for a brand new, off-the-lot car. And moved into a cozy apartment with your sister. Things were looking up for you and you truly believed that you had finally found your way out of the woods. But life had a habit of playing cruel tricks on those who were naive enough to believe such a thing.

It was mid-February, just a few days before Valentine’s Day, when things started to go to shit. You had just come back from the gym with your sister when you saw it. A pink envelope with no return address or any other name besides yours, with a wax seal in the shape of a heart on the back flap, sat on your pillow. It felt like it weighed a thousand pounds as you held it in your hands. You debated on throwing it away, on pretending you never received it. But you wanted to know what more this twisted bastard could have to say. You ripped it open and read.

You didn’t hesitate as you ripped the letter to shreds, throwing the pieces into the garbage with an angry grunt. Delusional piece of deranged shit, you thought. You raked through your brain for the millionth time since your first letter, trying to figure out who the fuck could possibly be the sender, but you came to the same conclusion you had been coming to for years--nothing. It was agonizing, not knowing who your torturer was. It was your shadow, how could you not know who was living in it? But, no matter how hard you thought, you kept drawing blank after blank.

Your sister comforted you with a glass of wine and dumplings from the takeout place up the street. She was going out tonight, but offered to stay home with you instead.

“No,” you shooed, “I’ll be fine, I’m a big girl.”

“You sure?” she frowned, “It’s no big deal, Girls Night is every Friday night, I can always go next week.”

“I’m fine. Go and have fun for the both of us,” you said as you waved her away.

She left a few minutes later, dressed in heels and a short skirt. You ate the rest of the dumplings and finished the bottle of wine before calling it a night. You undressed down to your underwear and threw on an oversized t-shirt and plopped down onto the bed with an unceremonious bounce. The wine coursing through your system made it easier than usual to fall asleep, and the next thing you knew, you were in a deep sleep, dreaming of a life with Chris--of a life without the letters. It was one of those good dreams you wished you’d never wake from.

Which was why you were so annoyed when a loud noise startled you awake. You looked at your phone and the time read “1:00 AM”, you frowned, it was too early for your sister to be back already. You padded along the hallway, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you called out for her, worried she might’ve passed out drunk on the floor or something. You stopped as you reached the front room--the very empty front room. Your heart started to pound as you stood frozen, staring at the empty room before you. A shuffling from behind caught your attention, then. And against your better instincts, you turned around slowly to see a shadowed silhouette of a man standing at the end of the hallway.

You stood there for what felt like an eternity, just staring dumbstruck at the man. With every step he took toward you, you took one back. Inching closer and closer to the front door with every backward step.

“Doll, don’t,” he warned, his voice striking you with fear like a bolt of lightning.

Without a second thought, you ran toward the door, fumbling stupidly with the locks in your panicked state of mind. The man was on you in a flash, easily dragging you away from your pathetic attempt at escape. His arms slithered around you like snakes, their hold constricting as he locked an arm firmly around your neck, silencing your screams as you struggled to breathe. You slapped and clawed at his forearm as he pulled you back to your bedroom.

“Please be a good girl for me, (Y/N). I don’t want to hurt you, baby,” he said against your hair.

With his arm still wrapped around your neck, he threw you down onto the bed, quickly straddling you before you could scramble to your feet. He pinned your arms above your head with one hand and forced you to look at him with the other. His face was illuminated by the moonlight. The silver shine highlighting his familiar eyes through the holes of his helmet. You froze as he pulled off his blue cowl.

You were beyond confused, to say the least. You stared up at Captain America, your brain working overtime to try and put the puzzle pieces together. What was Captain America doing in your apartment? And why had he called you “baby”? What the fuck was going on? Were you lucid dreaming? You must’ve looked as confused as you felt because he smiled down at you, gently promising you answers to the questions that you hadn’t yet asked.

“You’re even more beautiful up-close, doll,” he said as he brushed away hairs that fell in your face from your struggle.

Your eyes widened. Doll. The nickname sent chills down your spine as the word flashed against the pink color of the envelopes, against the red of spilled blood.

“You…”

He ran a finger down your cheek and nodded, “Me.”

You paled under him, your bottom lip trembling as you shook your head in disbelief. He frowned and hushed you, caressing your cheek and wiping away the tears that fell.

“Shh… Don’t cry, baby,” he cooed, “I’ll take good care of you, you don’t need to cry.”

“W–Why?” you hiccupped through your sobs, “Why are you doing this?”

“Because I love you, (Y/N),” your stomach dropped as he answered you as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You shook your head, “No. No! You’re Captain America. You’re supposed to be a hero!”

You fought against his grip, flailing and kicking wildly as you tried in vain to get away from him. You trashed against him, kicking against his thighs with all of your strength, but it was nothing to him--nothing but an annoying inconvenience.

“Stop,” he said, his jaw ticking with simmering anger.

But you refused to stop. You whined and fought against him.

“Stop,” he repeated, his anger coming to a rolling boil.

You shot up and headbutted him. He reeled back and glowered down at you, his jaw clenched and nostrils flared.

“I said stop,” he shouted as he finally stilled you with a sharp slap.

The sound was as sharp as the feel of it. You sobbed as the pain stung your skin, the right side of your face becoming numb from the harsh impact of it.

“Why are you doing this, Steve?” you asked again.

“Because I love you,” he answered again, “I know you love me, too, (Y/N).”

“No,” you exclaimed, “I don’t love you! I don’t love you! I don’t love you!” you sobbed.

“You will,” Something seemed to change within his eyes. No longer were there hints of green in his blue eyes, but something much darker… Something more sinister. You swallowed as you shrunk under his intense glare.

You exclaimed as he forced his lips against yours. Squeezing your jaw until he could slip his tongue into your mouth. You pushed against him, beating on his shoulders as he shoved his tongue further down your throat. He pulled away, breathless and flushed, a ghost of a content smile on his face. You gasped and tried to wiggle away once more, rolling onto your stomach as you did so. A yelp escapes you as you feel him grab your hips, pulling you back under him.

Steve puts his weight on you, trapping you underneath him as he begins to undress you. You try to roll onto your back, but his knee keeps you in place. You fight to keep your shirt on, knowing you wore nothing but your panties underneath it. But you were fighting blind. You kicked up, the heels of your feet hitting the backs of Steve’s strong thighs. He manhandles you easily as he rolls you onto your back, finally ridding you of your cotton shield.

Your hands went to your chest before he could. He pried your arms away, baring your breasts to him with a jerked jiggle. He licked his lips as he cupped and squeezed your breast. You flinched as if his touch had burned you, and in some sense, it had. Your eyes widened in shame as Steve blew on your nipples, the skin hardening into pointed peaks. He brings his lips to them, circling them with his tongue. Sucking, licking, pinching. You press your lips together to keep you from whimpering, and you close your eyes in hopes you can will him away. But your feeble defense attempts don’t last long.

Your eyes snap open as you feel his lips leave your breasts to trail kisses down to your navel, stopping at the band of your underwear.

“Please…” you beg. You bite your lip to keep it from trembling as fresh tears begin to form at the corners of your eyes.

Steve smiles against your skin, “I’m going to make you mine, (Y/N). ‘M gonna make you feel so good, doll.”

You stifle a sob as you feel him slide your panties off past your ankles, his fingers scorching your skin as they explore back up between your thighs. Instinctively, you try to close your legs around his hands. But he doesn’t stop. Steve digs his fingers into the soft skin of your inner thighs as he forcefully spreads you wide. Your pussy on full display to him. You stiffen under his gaze, your face burning with shame as he stares in awe at your spread folds. He runs a finger from your clit to your entrance, dipping knuckle-deep into your channel. Your thighs flex as your body tenses at the intrusion. He adds another and languidly pumps them in and out, curling and scissoring them. You fight against the blossoming heat within your belly. Your shame grows as you hear the squelch of your wetness around his pumping fingers.

Steve presses a firm thumb to your clit and you cry out before you can stop yourself. He pumps his fingers into you harder, faster, as he pulls more moans and cries from your lips. You sob as you feel that coil deep within your belly begin to unravel with every stroke and pump. You fight against your own body as you keep yourself from teetering over the edge of pleasure, refusing to let yourself submit to him. But Steve had other plans for you. Suddenly, before you could register his movements, you felt his tongue against your most intimate area. You mewled and curled your toes as he fucked you with his tongue, his thumb never stopping their firm and fast circles against your clit. You sobbed as your body convulsed with white-hot pleasure, and before you could stop yourself, you came on his tongue with a loud, dragged out moan.

You sniffled as you cried, but whether it was from the intensity of your orgasm or your shame and fear, you didn’t know. The lines were starting to blur for you.

Steve gently kissed around your folds before crawling up over you. He held your face and forced your lips to his once more before he began to undress, leaving the taste of yourself on your tongue as he pulled away with a wet smack. He unclothed himself, then. Stripping himself of his spangled-stars and red and white stripes. He looked down at you with dark, lust-filled eyes, and a breathless quirk of his lips.

You were limp as he folded you to his needs. Bringing your bent and spread knees to your chest as he took himself in his hands. His length stood tall and proud, the tip swollen and leaking down this thick shaft with anticipation. Your legs flinched as they tried to close on their own. You choked on a sob as he wrenched them apart. Your heart hammered in your chest as you watched him tap your pussy with his cock, running the tip up and down your folds as he wet himself with your soaking arousal until finally, he pressed himself into your entrance. You let out a strained whine as he slammed into you.

Steve’s eyes were shut and mouth slightly agape as he hisses at your tightness. His hips thrust in excitement as you clench around him. You whimper again as he slides out, just to slam himself back in. Your body jolts with every lust-driven thrust. He slides his hands under you and brings them to hold onto your shoulders, bringing you down to meet his every forceful thrust. The sound of skin slapping and lewd moans fill your bedroom, your sweat sheen bodies glowing under the moonlight. Steve speeds up, mercilessly hammering that hidden sweet spot that makes you scream and clench around his cock. You spasm and shake as Steve forces another orgasm from you.

“Tell me you love me,” he pants.

You shake your head, pushing on his shoulders as the realization of your situation comes crashing back into you.

His hand wraps around your throat as he pounds into you harder than before, “Say it, (Y/N).”

You scratch at his hand as your vision begins to dot and blacken, “I–I love you…”

“Louder,” he demands, “‘I love you, Steve’, say it, doll, I wanna hear you say it.” he moans.

“I love you, Steve,” you choke out.

He releases his grip on you then, and you cough and gasp for air. His rhythm becomes erratic as his hips drive into you with renewed vigor, “Again.”

“I love you, Steve,” you moan.

His body jerks as his hips stutter to a stop. Steve comes with your name on his lips, and you whined as you felt his warmth flood inside of you. He panted above you, his hips languidly thrusting as his abdomen clenched with his drawn out release. He pulled out of you and collected the spunk that leaked from your weeping cunt on his fingers. He brought them to your lips and forced you to suck them clean.

“I love you, too, doll. Forever and ever,”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*тαgℓιѕт*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧: @hoosier-daddi

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solesommerso · 3 years ago

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Soft Chris Alonso Headcanons

( it feels like I just destroyed her character with that rant so I’m making up for it as I do have some love for her in the early seasons still)

She’s the only one Luca trusts to clean Black Betty when he’s not there, it eventually falls to Tan when they’re both in Germany

She paints Streets nails for him once when they’re talking about drama and it becomes a ritual of sorts

Her and Tan make dick jokes to each other, Chris saying she has a bigger dick than him and such

Deacon doesn’t approve of the jokes but laughs secretly when Chris gets heated and yells something along the lines of “get my dick out of your mouth and fuck off!” Chris totally knows he finds it funny

Hondo drags Chris over for dinner a few times a month so she eats something other than takeout, she acts like she hates it but really loves being able to get one on one time with him as they don’t work together a lot

Even though she’s not on the team anymore she helps Nichelle set up baby furniture when Hondos on call or Chris has free time, in exchange Nichelle gives Chris advice about the safe house

She has a box filled with an item from each member of the team that maybe they don’t know she has, one of Streets shirts, a keychain from Luca, one of Hondos pens, a little cross from Deacon, a water bottle she stole from Tan when working out, she cherishes that box

In her off days she wears cardigans and every single team member makes fun of her but Street, which leads to Street wearing one with her so they leave her alone

On her bad days she’ll call up Tan to work out or Deacon to talk or even Street to work on his bike together, all of it works wonders

Goes to pride with all of the team there as her personal bodyguards even if she doesn’t need them

Laughs hysterically when Hondo gets swooped up onto a float filled with drag queens talking about his muscles and bone structure

Also laughs hysterically when Street realizes mid pride that he is very much bisexual and Chris just goes “you’re the last to know”

Drinks those crazy Starbucks drinks and Hondo and Street insist that she’s the crazy one even though they sip cold brew like it’s water

Definitely makes fun of Luca for not being able to drink whiskey

Her and Street get into drinking battles and even if he always wins, she still does it just to see his bubbly drunk side where his filter leaves and he becomes the most honest person in the room

Has and will use drunk street to learn everyone’s gossip, it’s only backfired a few times

Hates romance movies but watches them with Luca and Tan

Her and Street force the others to watch bad action movies and listen to their rants about how they could do the stunts better

Can’t be trusted around 50 squad alone, she will start bets and talk a ton of trash no matter how wrong she might be

Puts flowers on Erika’s grave every month and visits her sister on the regular

Is into crocheting but would never tell the team about it to not seem so girly

Deacon finds out anyways and has Chris teach him how to

When Annie’s brain injury hits Chris is a really big support for Deacon and his kids, she helps with the house and taking them to school even if Annie might not be the biggest fan of Chris

Can’t walk in heels for the life of her

Convinced Street to wear heels to work once, he tackled someone with them on and that made Chris ten times more intimidated by him

Would never admit it but the team are the only people she actually loves, she cares for others but doesn’t love them like she does the team

Still laughs about that one time Tan got held at gunpoint while shirtless because the cops thought he was the criminal

Teases Street about the stupid stunts he use to do until Street asks her to go do one if it was so easy, she shuts up

Loves rollercoasters and will take Tan and Luca on every single one, then Street comes along and they learn that he’s terrified of them which makes no sense to Chris so she drags him onto one only to regret it when he starts crying

Luca, Tan and Chris all end up walking around the amusement park with Street like he’s a little kid trying to cheer him up. Chris admits it’s not her proudest moment

Hondo and Deacon find out what happened the next day on shift and give Chris, Tan and Luca that disapproving dad look

Street becomes the bag holder on those trips along with Deacon, Chris always feels a bit guilty so she waves to them on every ride

Chris’s best friend is street but she thinks Lucas way funnier than anyone else

Doesn’t know how to do basic girly things and somehow that bites her in the ass on cases

Leading to her asking street for help and to her surprise he knows a lot

She can’t match clothes for the life of her so she just wears jeans and a hoodie most days

Won’t put a dress on and would rather burn alive

Loves to give dirty looks to anyone she catches staring at anyone on the team

#headcanon #ca #chris alonso #these are all canon in my head #sammy headcanons

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mayyourshipsbewithyou · 4 years ago

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Things I loved about In the Heights

-The sounds of the city are part of the music of the opening song

-The frame story is the only way this story should be told; the story only works if it shows the results of Usnavi's decision to stay

-Anthony and Lin shaking hands

-Yay to random mixed race couple asking for directions

-“I hope you’re writing this down I’m gonna test you later” only makes sense with kids

-Showing different residents of Washington Heights provides scale

-I’m not sure about the decision to cut Camila, but if it means less Nina drama, then I love it

-I love how Usnavi has his friends’ orders all ready to go

-LOVE how Usnavi announces Benny’s entrance

-Everything about Vanessa in this movie is perfect=> she’s given so much more depth, her beauty is downplayed, she’s kind of a nerd, but has a beautiful smile

-Nina’s heels=> metaphor for her reaching for the stars

-I love the actress that plays Nina; she’s the right age and her singing voice is so sweet

-Nina’s hair is straight when she’s at school; as soon as she comes home, it’s curly=>she can be herself at home

-When Nina turns around and sees the crowd of people counting on her=> I felt that

-I love seeing Nina get her acceptance letter; I remember what that was like for my brother

-Camila must have died while Nina was at college in this version; Nina lost her mother recently which helps explain her different reason for dropping out; she feels lost

-I don’t know why Sonny is using this deep voice, but I love it!

-Whoever decided to have 96,000 take place at the pool is a genius

-The graphics at the beginning of 96,000 are good for helping regular people understand the rap

-Pete just put his arm around Sonny=> are they dating?

-Sonny yelling 96,000 as he enters the pool=> the sound design

-Pete nodding along to Usnavi=> sucking up to the family

-Usnavi is such a proud cousin-uncle during Sonny’s part in 96,000

-Vanessa making her “I'll be downtown” walk down a ramp

-The dancer doing flips is now a diver doing spins into the pool

-On stage, the lighting was dark; in the movie, it’s underwater

-The circles of people in the pool reflect the zeros in 96,000

-Lin and Chris being rivals is perfect; their bromance is everything

-Nina and Benny being together before the events of the movie means they are the beta couple and have less drama than Usnavi/Vanessa which is how it should be

-Benny joins in during “on that fire escape”=> like West Side Story

-Benny’s “Let me in” against the fence is hilarious

-Nina and Benny are FUN, not angsty like in the original

-Nina following the little girl=> following herself, following her dreams which eventually lead her to the sea; all of this is done while she’s talking about her past

-Nina and Benny instrumental™ part 1 in the middle of “When You’re Home”, Benny interrupts=> their story isn't complete yet

-Benny says he believes in her without discounting her feelings

-Everyone loving Nina=> I finally get it

-Nina is home geographically and with people who love her

-Benny is Nina’s home

-In the Heights is about how dreams are great, but the life you have now can be so beautiful

-Nina’s hair during the dinner/club scene is great

-Usnavi is wearing his dad’s hat for his date with Vanessa; he knows that she is to him what his mom was for his dad

-Family dinners are the same in every culture

-Awkwardness of long-time friends going on a date

-Vanessa offers Usnavi his first drink of the night; he thinks that’s what she wants; because why would she want him and only him?

-Usnavi whispering in Vanessa’s ear is so sexy

-Love that Benny is on Nina’s side instead of being mad at her

-I wonder if they thought 5 years of Benny working for Kevin was too much or too little since they changed that line to "all these years"

-Benny’s reactions to Vanessa dancing at the club are hilarious

-Vanessa laughing at Usnavi dancing with someone else

-Nina is always smiling and laughing at the things going on around her; not as self centered

-Nina and Benny dancing at the club=> all of the yeses

-Usnavi is too nervous about being alone with Vanessa that he un-dated himself; he wasn’t quite ready

-Love that they consciously cut all the “Usnavi, help me” parts=> Vanessa is not a victim

-Fireworks are a romantic setting for Sonny and Pete, just saying

-Usnavi/Benny/Nina talking about the fourth member of their square gives me feelings; I need more of these four in fanfic, my dreams

-“I got to wait for Vanessa”=> the stuff dreams are made of

-Benny is such a good person; he’s even better than the original which is what he deserves

-Usnavi is relieved to have Vanessa call his name

-“Don’t walk away from us tonight”=> great addition

-To give Usnavi and Vanessa some of Nina and Benny’s original lines is to see the face of God

-The first time I saw this, I’m ashamed to admit, I thought Benny was going to steal money from the dispatch; I was a fool

-Dancer with fireworks on his shoes

-Benny is smart and good; he isn’t doing this for Kevin or Nina but for the people of New York

-Abuela was able to see stars again on the last night of her life

-I’m sad Blackout isn’t exactly the same but the orchestral parts that cover up what is unsaid is so beautiful it makes up for it

-Abuela’s family is her “fireworks”; they are what light up the Heights

-Sonny came to Usnavi instead of being with his dad during the blackout; his real family

-Abuela’s smile as she looks at her family while reflecting on her childhood is the most beautiful thing there will ever be

-Paciencia y Fe as a dream sequence is how it was meant to be

-The transition on the subway from reality to memory

-Paciencia y Fe is a mixture of cultures; like Abuela’s memories

-“Wide awake”=> stepping off the subway

-The same actress played Abuela on Broadway and in the movie

-Abuela may be in a musical, but she’s still an old woman

-“As I feed these birds”=> back to the present

-Calor means heat in Spanish but in English it sounds like color

-Abuela dying during the night of the blackout is perfect

-Usnavi saying “she was just here” twice: when she was literally just there and many years, maybe a decade, after the fact

-Usnavi’s daughter is the life that goes on after Abuela is gone

-Usnavi and Nina crying together

-Those closest to Abuela are inside and everyone else is outside

-Iris was sitting on the outside and now she’s in the middle; needed comfort from her friends

-“Should we take a break?”=> we’re past the point of an intermission

-“No daddy, keep going”=> does this look like a stage production to you? It’s a fucking movie

-There isn’t a clear point for an intermission; the action stays strong over where the intermission should be; this is a movie, not a play, and movies don’t have intermissions

-Everyone’s holding candles; like the stars Abuela loved so much

-Iris called Usnavi Daddy for the first time because that was the point in the story where he needed to hear that the most

-“I thought about the people I care about the most, I thought about you”

-Anthony makes Usnavi sexy in a way Lin never could

-So many people love Vanessa, but no one better than Usnavi

-Abuela paid to have Camila's napkins cleaned after all

-Usnavi is the kind of parent that doesn’t sugarcoat life

-Vanessa listed no emergency contacts even though she had people

-“That’s senorita to you”=> yes girl, get it

-Love Daniela for getting everyone out of their asses

-“Tonteria” means foolishness=> the more you know

-How fast Carla says no to “ask me why” shows how quickly she wants to please her love

-Usnavi’s Nueva York t-shirt=> I need it

-Daniela’s first effect being on a woman whose hair is terrible

-Carla pushing that man away from her woman with a bullshit excuse

-My friend was laughing at the parts that were meant to be jokes

-Usnavi’s entrance being announced in Carnaval del Barrio; just like Benny in the opening song

-“There’s nothing holding me down”=> assuming he was rejected

-The different communities dancing with their flags

-Nina being part of Carnaval del Barrio is great

-Even Kevin, kind of an old man, can get down

-Since Nina and Benny sex scene wasn’t shown on screen (praise Jesus), I have to assume Nina told Daniela even though she knows she’s a huge gossip

-Everyone stops because Sonny, a kid, starts singing

-Vanessa and Sonny are so powerful together

-Vanessa’s hand on Sonny’s shoulder

-A kid providing Usnavi with the “flag I’ve got in my hand”

-Usnavi and Vanessa dancing together is muy romantico

-Everything about Nina’s appearance in “When the Sun Goes Down”

-“Let me just listen to my block”=> peak Nina

-Abuela wrote “for Usnavi” on her lotto ticket 😭

-They cut so many songs but kept Champagne=>I love their priorities

-The pause before “you outta stay”

-Everyone has such great chemistry; especially Usnavi and Vanessa

-The choreography in Champagne is what I’ve always imagined

-Usnavi didn’t have time to cash in because Vanessa came over

-Vanessa and Pete friendship for the win

-“Best days of my life” is said thrice=> good things come in threes

-Usnavi staring at the room where Vanessa kissed him

-Iris knows he stayed; she loves her dad so much

-Usnavi looking out his window in Washington Heights and seeing his friends on his dad’s beach

-When Usnavi talks about Kevin at the dispatch, the camera flashes to an abandoned building

-“Vanessa at the salon”=> Usnavi sheds a tear

-Vanessa being front and center during Usnavi’s decision to stay

-Hearing the sounds of the beach during the unveiling

-It’s all about Vanessa=> perfection

-Lin being at the ending is perfect no matter the context

-“Say it so it doesn’t disappear”=> the sad reality is your neighborhood probably will disappear

-Usnavi telling his daughter “you’re it” is everything

-Iris understanding all of the little details of her father’s store now that she knows his story

-Iris is the goddess of the rainbow like the light that appears when water appears on a sunlit day

-“Man, you talk forever”=> that’s so “How I Met Your Mother”

-Iris has a necklace of seashells, like the islands

-Vanessa would sooner get wet than let go of Usnavi’s hand

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qyllenhaal · 4 years ago

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God’s Face in the Fire || Part 2

Dark!Lee Bodecker x Dark!Reader

Summary: A wife who would do anything to give her husband the world, even if it means getting herself involved with his trouble.

Word Count: 10.3k

Chapter warnings: dark themes!!! contains mentions of murder, non-graphic death scenes, smut (loss of virginity in a flashback scene), manipulation, brief mention of sexual assaults, misogyny, uncomfortable situations. Please heed the warnings!!! 18+ only

A/N: It's been forever since I posted. The last two weeks have left me discombobulated that it was hard to find time to sit down to write and edit this, but I'm glad I got to it! The next part is going to be the last part but I have plans to do one-shots for this universe. I'm going to be posting a Senator!Chris fic tomorrow so stay tuned for that.

Enjoy!

"You remember when I took you out for milkshakes and you spilled yours all over me? You were wearing that exact same color," Lee said pointing at the dress she was pressing.

"All those years ago, and you still remember that?" Y/n wanted to drown in this tender moment she's having with her husband. Hearing him laugh, his stomach shifting, and his eyes wrinkling.

"How could I? Watching you get all flustered and cute really got me goin’. It's when I knew I was gonna marry ya."

The days have been incredibly warm and beautiful since Y/n had done what she did. It was cruel irony that she was enjoying another day while someone’s body was rotting. The softer moments of life were few and far between these days, but right now she’s offered her a wonderful distraction.

She had taken on more tasks than usual to distract herself from the intrusive thoughts she had. She even accepted a last minute invite to help put on an event at the local rental hall with some of the other mothers in town. It gave her an excuse to look nice and show herself off to anyone who had some doubts about Lee. Things were looking good for him, but there was always something to do to further rehabilitate his image. She always looked her best as the sheriff's wife. Keeping up the appearances exhausted her since they have become more frequent for her. However if she wanted the people to fawn over her lovely family, she had to show up. An arts and crafts event for the kids is also a good chance to get their daughter out of the house.

Teenage Y/n did not see herself becoming a housewife so young. It was unsavory to think about being a homemaker for one of the boys’ at school. She surmised that she would’ve stuck by her original plan if she had not been so lonely. All of Y/n's friends left within a year of graduating high school. She didn't have that many friends to begin with, but she thought that at least one would always be there for her. Rose went to college, and Barbara found a man to marry and moved to upstate New York. Only one stayed for some time, Judith, but she eventually left after having a shotgun wedding. It was selfish of her to think that someone would stay just because she got rejected from the only college she had applied to. Other people had lives and Y/n was just not at the center of them.

The absence of her friends made her pregnancy more lonely. Her baby shower consisted of her family, Lee’s sister, and his co-workers and their wives. None of the women seemed to be fond of Y/n. It always plagued her mind to know if they thought she was too young and stupid or if it was just something else

She found solace in some of the other mother's in town. When she began showing up around to volunteer at bake sales and food drives she expected them to look at her face and then down at her belly and reject her. She is younger than them and feared they'd find her naïve. She had kept to herself for so long that she thought they'd write her off as the sheriff's meek wife.

Y/n didn't get a chance to mingle with anyone prior to her marriage and Lee made it harder by insisting in little ways that she stay in the house. No one was at fault that Lee wanted to keep her to himself. It was possible he did it out of insecurity, but Y/n now speculates that it was because he didn’t want to hear or even see what he may have been doing.

One of the ladies who Y/n only knew by her dark hair and distinct, pointy nose joked that Lee had, "finally let Rapunzel out of the castle." When the other mothers joined into laughter, she felt small. It was only a harmless joke that was steeped in the truth. It took her persistence to no longer wanting to feel alone while being pregnant to get the women to warm up to her, and the did.

"I remember spilling the milkshake, but I was too embarrassed to remember anything else about that night," she admitted.

Lee remembers that night very well. He wishes that she didn't end the night so quickly because she ruined a pair of trousers that could easily be replaced. He had only bought them to impress her, but it didn't take much to get her to swoon over him. No other man was giving her the time of day.

"We should go out to that diner Friday night. Now that we have someone to watch the little one, we don't have to stop by your parents to drop her off anymore. I can just scoop you up and we can have a night together," Lee pressed himself into Y/n's backside. She giggled when his hands lightly danced against her ticklish sides.

Lee had also been aware of the slim moments of intimacy with his wife. He was serious about this race but he truly underestimated how much time and effort he'd have to put into this. But people really did love the old mayor. The only slight Lee had against him was his old age and how some believed that if he kept going then he might run into some health problems. The rumors about him becoming more and more forgetful were minute compared to the dark gossip swirling about Lee though. Some of the people in town would probably vote for a paper bag before Lee.

His biggest fear is that he loses the election and drives his wife away. He could lose the race, but if his wife somehow slipped away, taking their baby with her, he’d drink himself into a stupor. Lee tried his very best to hide his insecurities from her. When he worried, she worried too and it made it much harder for him to plan his way out of whatever hole he is in when he has a hysterical wife to deal with. That's why he'd rather not tell her anything.

Lee also wasn't the young man in his prime anymore, he believed that his good looks were fading, and he has gained a considerable amount of weight. The fear of Y/n just up and leaving him for someone younger than him and riding off to the city always plagued him. The birth of their daughter should've assuaged him, but his self-doubt always lingered like a cloud that made him stick to his vices.

"I've really missed ya honey...missed this body of yours."

Y/n flinched when his hands ran down the front of her body, over her stomach and then circling up back to her breast. Her body has changed considerably since giving birth and the hormonal imbalance left her feeling tired, sad, and alone. Her mother told her that all she had to do was look at her child and she'd feel better, but every time she looked at her little girl all she did was worry. Was she a good mom? Why was her daughter crying so much without much working? Was Lee staying at work for long hours to avoid the crying and her? Did he still find her attractive?

They’re both too busy thinking Lee's mayoral bid to realize they felt the exact same way as each other. If there was any other time that proved they were an extension of each other, it was now, but they were too blind to see it.

"Lee y-you're going to be late for work," her voice was weakened by his lips now nipping at her neck.

"Don't give a damn," he whispered against her skin, inhaling her familiar scent, "just wanna feel my wife."

Today, Y/n felt herself slipping back into her normal self and normal life. She melted into Lee, hoping that maybe they could have a moment to themselves, but they were interrupted by the phone ringing downstairs. Every early morning and late night phone call had her on edge. They never seemed to be about anything important but it hasn't failed yet to make her stomach churn.

Lee groaned and pulled away from her. She watched him disappear to go answer the phone.

It has been nearly two days and the only thing on her mind is what happened after she left that brothel. The anxiety made her feel sick. Hours later after it happened, around 2 a.m., she woke up and darted to the toilet. Lee kept asking her if she was pregnant as he held her hair back while her face was in the toilet. She dismissed his claims, knowing full and well that she was just sickened by her actions.

Lee had not mentioned a death or anything related to that brothel, so had he even been found? Was his death even reported? The girls who worked for him were probably too worried about their own arrest than the death of their abusive boss.

She wiped the look of worry off of her face when she heard his heavy footsteps coming back up the stairs.

"Who was it?"

"Your brother," his tone held disgust, "invited us to dinner on Sunday. He asked to speak to you but I told him you were still sleep."

"Lee!"

"I don't want to hear it," his voice boomed, much more dominant and rough than hers, "I ain't having dinner with him and I don't want to hear your mouth about it."

Y/n stayed silent and watched him grab the police hat resting on the dresser. She hated for him to leave on such a sour note, but she wouldn't dare say anything in fear she might make things worse.

He started towards the door of their bedroom before turning back to his wife, "Sandy supposed to stop by Saturday. I don't know why, so don't ask, but she claims she's comin'. Who knows if she'll stick to her word."

It’s like Lee did that on purpose, as some sort of sick payback for her brother calling. Y/n was not fond of Sandy and did not like to be around her for more than ten minutes. Sandy was a nice girl, a bit unsavory at times, but her husband Carl was a stain on her life. There was something about him that reminded her of the men her mother had warned her about when she was a young teenager; a man with a slick tongue and a creepy air around him. However, she found Carl much more sinister than that. The look in Carl's eyes when he looked at her and flashed her that unsettling smile was imprinted into her brain. They did not come around much, but when they did it was always a traumatic experience for Y/n.

Lee left the room before Y/n could respond. He knows how Y/n feels, but he can’t bring himself to care right now. She’s not going to protest against it because she knows better than that. He focused on the sound of soft babbling from his daughter as he walked into her room.

"Hey you," she looked up at him with her big eyes and her widening smile that made his heart swell, "you gonna be good for your mama? You've been on a mean streak lately and I'd hate to make good on my threat and put you in baby jail."

His daughter reached up and tried to grab at his face. Lee was clean-shaven now, but for the first few months of his daughter's life he had enough hair on his face for her to grab a hold of. It was funny to see how she still tried to grab at his non-existent hair, pinching his skin in the process.

"Miss the beard little lady? You're just like your mama," he kissed her forehead and felt a deep sense of guilt that he had to leave her to go to work. But everything he did was for her and if he believes that the long hours are going to pay off. All of his work is going to pay off when he wins that race.

The dress her daughter wore was blush to complement her mother's golden one. She looked around at every single building and person they passed as if it was her first time seeing it again. Her sense of wonder always made Y/n adore her even more. Y/n wondered what was going on in the little mind of her and what sense she made of the world.

She was never fussy when they were out, which was good for Y/n, but also good for the rehabilitation of Lee's image. He has such a good daughter and pretty wife, he must be doing something right. Every single person who stopped to say hi or coo at how cute her baby was, Y/n wondered if they have ever said something negative about Lee. Y/n never received weird stares or grimaces that would make her paranoid, but she still felt on edge. She always wanted to be on her best behavior, especially when Lee was not with her.

Y/n was forced to be her normal self; cheerful even though her mind was reeling over two nights ago, her sister-in-law, and what the conversation between Lee and her brother this morning may have sounded like. When one of the toddlers thrusted their drawing her face she feigned an excited smile. She hoped the mother's didn't notice her lackluster attitude.

"Y/n , can I speak with you?"

It was Sally's voice that called to her. She looked at the blonde woman with a bit of panic on her face. She thought that she was going to get chewed out by her, especially since she pulled her far away from the other children, and her daughter who was being held by one of the recently graduated girls.

"Is everything alright Sally?"

"I should be asking you that. Why am I hear things about Mrs. Blackwater sayin' she seen your Lee dumpin' bodies in the river behind her house?" At that moment Y/n could not hear her despite her lips still moving. Her blood ran cold at that last name being mentioned. It's been years, close to a decade, since she thought about that old woman, but the mere mention of her name brought Y/n back to a place she didn't want to be.

"I-I...I don't know what she's talking about-"

"My husband and I made a sizable donation to your husband's campaign, and it would be a shame to see him lose," the sugary voice and fake smile on Sally's face made Y/n's stomach ache. She didn't like how some of these women could be so fake because it always made her question if they really liked her or not. But Sally didn't care what Y/n would respond with, all she cared about was her and her husband's reputation, "you're not that much younger than me so you remember them days when that old bitch would be on her porch spewin’ whatever nonsense she could think if at any girl who walked on her sidewalk. No one likes Mrs. Blackwater, but don't think for a second they won't consider what she has to say about that husband of yours. I've heard too many whispers about him and I don't like it. I'll pull my endorsements if you don't fix this shit."

Was murdering one person not enough to save her husband from losing this race? The brothel owner was one person, someone who would not be missed by many people, but could she do something about Mrs. Blackwater?

'That's not right, that's not right.'

No matter how much she tried to shake that evil idea off, it kept creeping into her mind. Murder was the unlikely tool she had in her arsenal all along. It was morally wrong to kill someone, but her victim and the potential one had not been nice people. Mrs. Blackwater's stain on this Earth paled in comparison to Reed's, but that woman made her blood run much colder than the brothel owner.

It was so ironic that Mr. Blackwater was a beloved man in town because no one could stand his wife. They knew not to cross her path and that pies and home cooked meals would not abate her disdain for people. A man who was so kind and friendly was married to the most antisocial person Y/n has ever come across. But he never wasted a moment to sing her her praises. Y/n remembers one of her sons and he was mean just like his mother; a school yard bully that would beat up on anyone he saw as weak and alone. Y/n was lucky that he knew she had an older brother to protect because the Blackwater’s youngest boy never tried anything with her. However, she was not lucky enough to escape the wrath of Mrs. Blackwater. The irony was that she probably would've been better off being a victim of her son. That woman was nasty and wasn't afraid to show it.

"Don't you two get tired of dressing like whores?"

They had to pass the Blackwater house to get to Rose's house. Her house used to be at the end of the street before it got burned down, leaving the Blackwater house the last one on the street. It was nice, and had a big, big porch that Mrs. Blackwater always sat on for most of the day. She didn't stop at calling them just "whores'' and "wenches" either. Y/n never could understand why they always took the brunt of that woman's anger. Rose went home in tears every time she walked by that house. Maybe Y/n's anger is displaced, but she blames Mrs. Blackwater for why Rose was so eager to leave. There wasn't much here, but Rose always promised she'd stay. But ever since they encountered Mrs. Blackwater's misery, Rose had changed.

She could imagine that same venomous voice saying awful things about her husband, "Lee Bodecker put that body in the water. I saw it with my own two eyes!"

The thought of her husband killing someone shouldn't sound so crazy, especially after being able to do it herself. But her Lee can't be a cold-hearted man who slept with whores, murdered people, and ruined people lives. He was so sweet to her, he wasn't always was, but his touch was so soft against her skin, how could he hurt anyone?

Y/n had just turned 19 when she met Lee. He was a deputy, closer to being the sheriff than either of them knew at the time. Their age difference scared her somewhat; she only gave him a chance so she could distract herself from reminding herself that she should be finishing up the last year of being a college freshman. She had the grades and thought her test scores were satisfactory but she got rejected from Indiana University. Her father told her that there is always next year, but her mother told her she should just figure out a new plan.

It was the uncertainty and loneliness that made her get closer to Lee. He was close to his late 20s, unmarried, and he didn't exactly make his loneliness unknown.

He left a sour taste in her mouth in their very first encounter; pulling her over as an excuse to get her number. She gripped the steering wheel to stop them from shaking so much. She only had her license for a few weeks and made sure to be careful in fear of this exact situation happening. His slick talk didn't make her feel that much better either. She was too shaken up to even look at him in the eye or take in any of his features. She just remembered seeing his badge the words DEPUTY SHERIFF etched into it.

Lee let her off, saying she had a "pretty face" and that he hoped to see her around. She didn't think much about their interaction the days after he pulled her over, but she began to see him more than before. Y/n couldn't remember a time she had seen him prior to that one night and found it odd that his face kept reappearing. (He later told her that it was fate, but it was not. Lee purposefully put himself in her orbit. It was not hard to learn what her routine was and when she went out.)

She was weary about his advances, unsure how to react to them because the most experience she's had was with two boys, only one of whom she kissed. Their first date was not by choice either, he just decided to stick by her side while she was at the local dinner by herself.

And he has always stuck by since then, always hovering around her until she realized he was not going to go away and it’d be futile to ignore him. Lee never gave her the chance to make the decision for herself, but his girl was so sweet and she just needed a few cushy words for her to understand that this was where she belonged.

"Do your parents know you're out here meeting me?" It had only been a matter of time before she learned to be very obedient to him; always accepting his plans, even if it meant sneaking out of the house in the midnight hour. The smirk he wore on his face every time he watched her walk up to him left her feeling enchanted.

"Don't talk too loud. If my brother hears you he'll kill you and have my head."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her front to him. Lee groaned at the feel of her breast against his chest. She was so nervous to do anything with him that she only let him kiss her. It was fine for a while, but he had grown tired of waiting. Tired of being teased by her in those soft, pink dresses that would ride up whenever she had to bend over even just a little bit. He couldn't believe how naive she was to believe he was always dropping things like a pencil or his wallet on accident; he just wanted to see her bend over for him just for a chance to peak at what pretty panties she wore that day.

Getting her to come out with him at night was surprising, but the idea of riding in his patrol car was so alluring. The sparkle in her eyes gave him an overwhelming sense of machismo; enough for him to realize he just needs to take what she wants.

The full moon hung in the clear sky and they had a vast, open field in front of them. He took her just to the edge of the county that was secluded and was his favorite spot to go for some quiet (or getting his dick sucked). The moonlight and a few street lights that were actually working were the only light they had.

"You look so pretty today baby," his hand rested on her thigh the whole entire drive but only now did he actually move it to stroke her skin, "you always look so pretty for me. I'm the luckiest man in town."

Y/n giggled and her face felt like it was burning up. No one had taken the time to compliment her sweetly, and that was obvious to Lee. He cradled her face in the palm of his hand and watched her turn into putty. His hand inches closer to her heat causing her to jump like his hand was made of actual fire.

"Relax baby...just relax for me," Lee planted his face in her neck and nipped at it. His lips tickled the skin on her neck and she did her best to suppress her giggles but they spilled from her lips. Lee smirked against her skin, "there she is. There's my girl."

She let a laugh slip through, but she suppressed the moan that was stuck in her throat. It was so odd to feel him on her neck but it was an unfamiliar feeling that she liked. His hand never left her thigh, in fact he had sneakily moved it closer to her sex. She felt ashamed about the growing wetness that she could feel sticking to her.

Lee grabbed her hand and placed it right over the bulge straining in his pants. She let out a heavy sigh when she realized what it was. "That's how hard you make me. You making me so fucking hard girl," he growled in her ears. This was something only the senior girls from her high school could dream about when they talked about hooking up with their boyfriends. None of them were even half the man Lee was, and here he was: hard and ready just for her.

"L-Lee," her voice broke into bits, her body overheating from Lee taking control, "wait, can we slow down?"

"You taste so sweet baby," he continued kissing her, ignoring her until she was pulling away from his grasp. "What's wrong girl?" The furrowing of his brow made her worry that she pissed him off. Lee was all she had, he convinced her to put away her dream of going to college and stay here for him, if she ran him off then she'd have nothing else.

"I'm just nervous. I’ve never done this before Lee," she hoped her honesty went a long way and would make him take her home instead. But all it did was make him readjust himself in his seat and pull away from her rather coldly.

Lee was irritated with her, she got him all hard, but he did his best to temper his anger. She's lucky that he was on the job all day and didn't have a chance to drink yet or else she'd see the side of him that he purposely hid from her.

"Don't be nervous baby. You know I love you right?" She nodded her head with her wide eyes holding a sad look in them, "good girl. Let me show you something."

Lee patted his lap and Y/n looked at him with apprehension.

"C'mon now," he patted his lap once again, this time with a bit of impatience in his voice.

Y/n awkwardly shifted over the center console of his patrol car and found herself in his lap. His strong arms wrapped around her waist and he rested his chin on her shoulder. She tried to ignore how his bulge poked at her slit through her cotton panties.

"You ever been in a car this nice before?"

"Uh-uh," she shook her head, somewhat distracted by the beautiful interior and his cock poking at her. The only car she's ever drove was the shitty one that was passed down to her. Lee's patrol car doesn't look like it's more than five years old.

Seeing her look in wonder at the dash made him even harder. He began to rut against her, trying to feel as much friction as he could, but it wasn't enough to satiate a man who has been waiting a few months for this.

He sat back and started fumbling with his pants. Y/n heard the sound of the metal on his belt and unzipping of his pants but she froze on top of him instead of moving. She grabbed the steering wheel and held onto it as tight as she did the night he first laid eyes on her. Her alarm rose when Lee lifted her up a little to push her panties to the side.

"Lee what are you doing-"

"Shhh baby don't worry, I got you."

The sensation of his head poking at her slit and her sliding down him was unspeakable. She was uncomfortable with his splitting size, but he didn't move her at all, trying to give her some time to adjust but it was just so hard for him to restrain himself. She was so tight and warm, and definitely untouched by any man. "Fuck," he mumbled warmly in her ear. She felt him wrap his arm tighter around her, almost as if he was afraid she was going to somehow run away from him. Even if she wanted to, she wouldn't know her way back home and she'd be stuck out here. She was safe with Lee even though she found herself feeling more confusion than pleasure.

Those girls from her high school days had to been lying to her, sex didn’t feel all that magical; his patrol car was not a romantic place to lose her virginity. Lee rocked her on his cock slowly as she tried to find the same pleasure that he was experiencing. His heavy breath was on her ear as she stared straight up into the night sky.

"You feel so good. You feel so fucking good baby."

His pleasure is what made her want to stay on top of him like this. She cared for him so much and she just wanted Lee to be proud of her. The "good girl" that continuously spilled from his lips sounded like a hymn she wanted to memorize.

Y/n let Lee have his way with her body. He groped her breast through her dress and then let his hands graze her sides. She wondered what he was doing when his hand slipped into her panties, but the warmth that shot through her made her mind go blank. Lee rubbed at her sensitive bud and she constricted around him. Instead of whimpering, she was now fully moaning; the way it felt so good had put her discomfort into the back of her mind.

"Oh fuck -- move your hips girl. You feel so good."

He rubbed her harder as a reward for swirling her hips against him. She began to bounce on top of him and he no longer had to do the hard work, just lean back and feel her engulfing him in her warmth.

"Lee," she whimpered, unsure of herself, but then she called his name again, "Lee," as if to let him know that he was the one giving her pleasure.

Lee knew he wasn't going to last, not when she was as tight and wet as she was. He can't remember the last time he took someone's virginity, nor when he was this hard. It was clear to him that she had no idea what she was doing by the way she bounced on him without a rhythm. Sometimes she'd stall herself before moving fast again. It didn't irk him, he found it endearing that she was so inexperienced. He was going to have to show her a lot of things and get her to fuck him to his liking.

Y/n gasped when Lee pulled out of her and jerked himself until white liquid was splashing on the back of her panties. She'd have to wash them before her mother saw the stain.

"You did so good baby, taking my cock like a big girl," he placed a sloppy kiss on her cheek, still trying to catch his breath while she shifted on top of him. He put himself away and nudged her towards the empty passenger seat. She was silent the entire time he drove her home. A sense of pride filled her because she had made Lee feel good. The sex itself was too weird to describe as being good, but she liked how she felt inside when he told her she felt good and that she made him cum. That's all she wanted to do was please Lee.

Saturday morning proved to be another beautiful day. It seems as if Summer didn't want to leave just yet even though October was near. There wouldn't be many more opportunities for Lee to make his impressions and sway the last few voters not on his side.

The event had been boring at most, but Sally's words really shook her up. No one in town would deny that Mrs. Blackwater has always been a bitter women, but they also wouldn't necessarily turn the other cheek if she starts going around saying that Lee Bodecker is a murder. Y/n's new problem made her forget about the decaying brothel owner. She doesn't care how mean the whole town thought the old woman was, she wanted her gone.

"You slept in. Did I tire you out last night?" Lee had the same smug smirk on his face that has been imprinted on her brains since their early years together.

Y/n nodded even though it wasn't completely truthful. She slept so hard because she's mentally spent and it was finally catching up with her body. Lee had been too distracted to notice how distant she was last night and how she is still distant now. In his eyes, as long as she was eager to lay under him then everything was fine.

Most mornings started like this: Y/n waking up next to her still tired husband and waiting to hear her daughter crying for her. He trudged out of bed and she heard him beat a path down the hall to the bathroom. There was still no sound of her daughter needing her, giving her some time alone. It was nearly silent except for the faint sound of the shower going. She breathed deeply and found herself feeling serene. Just five minutes without the memory of Sally threatening to pull her and her husband's support taunting her.

"Y/n! Do you not hear her crying?" Lee held a stern look on face, he must have been standing there for a few minutes. His towel was wrapped around his waist, stomach hanging over the soft white cotton, "what's wrong with you girl?"

She shook her head, "nothing Lee. I'm just still a lil' tired."

His face softened at her explanation but he nodded his head towards the door so she could take care of their daughter. Y/n hurried not to upset him for the rest of the day.

Their baby was just fussy and hungry. Her little eyes weren’t that red so she hadn’t been crying for long. “You hungry?” Her daughter somewhat understood what her mother was saying because her eyes went wide. The nightgowns Lee had bought Y/n made it much easier for her to pull herself out of them to feed their girl. She could see her daughter calming down, eyes closing once again. Y/n thought about keeping her daughter with her but she needed to rest in her crib. She placed her down gently as not to disturb and wake her again. At least one person in this family deserves peace.

"Back to sleep?" Lee's voice startled her, but the hand on her hip soothed her. Y/n nodded, never taking her eyes away from her girl. "Precious isn't she? So sweet when she's not fussin' about."

"She only fusses because she's teething, and she misses her father."

"Honey, you know why I'm at work longer than usual. It's for her. It's for you. It's for us. Do you know how much better her life, your life, is going to be better after I win that race?"

"But what if you don't win?"

Y/n rarely questions Lee, not even over small things, so he was confused as to why she was questioning him now. Did his wife not believe in him? She worried a lot, but when he first ran for sheriff, she was not this doubtful.

"What are you trying to say?"

"Lee, I didn't say that. It's just that people been talkin' and -"

"And you believe them? So my own wife doesn't think I'm going to win because a few people can’t got some things wrong?”

Y/n flinched as his voice got louder. The brashness of his voice woke their girl up from her attempt to fall into a deep sleep. Instead of waking up and silently looking around, the first thing that came from her was a cry. It served as a way for Y/n to escape Lee's wrath. She pulled her crying daughter into her arms and held her close to her chest. One glance at Lee's face and she knew he was going to deal with her later. But for now he just sighed and walked out of the nursery.

"Aww don't cry honey. It was just your daddy, okay? He's not mad at you sweetheart. Don't cry...don't cry," Y/n's voice cracked and tears slipped down her face. Her pleas were more for herself than they were her daughter.

Lee's hesitance to address the obvious problems he faces in regards to the election made Y/n feel uneasy. All she wanted was for her husband to just outright say he never did those things, but he never did. And if Y/n has resulted to murder, then she knows deep down that he did some of those things that people allege. There were just things that were too loud to drown out. The business when it came to solving a string of murders that happened a few years ago and people talking about him didn't affect him when he was going for re-election. There was no one else that had a strong enough presence to go against him and the folks in town figured that Lee gets enough done as far as crime goes, even though he could do more.

Y/n should be tired of trying to clean up his mess when he was so short with her. However it is not entirely his fault; he does not know. Maybe one day he'll learn and be grateful for what she has done for him.

Lee just couldn't stop reminding her that Sandy and Carl were coming over. It's almost as if he knew it got under Y/n's skin and used it against her after she hurt his feelings this morning. He's a sensitive one, even though he hides it well from most people, but her moment of vulnerability wasn't meant to hurt him. Though if their conversation had progressed any further, she might have spilled what she did to the brothel owner. She may want to believe Lee would be proud of her, but she cannot be so sure. It's sickening to assume that someone would be proud of a murder. She quickly began to feel dirty after a few minutes with her own thoughts ever since Lee snapped at her.

"Can you clean up? We're going to be having guests soon."

There were just a few baby toys on the floor but it was best not to make things worse with Lee (even though those toys were going to end up in the same place anyway).

Lee stepped outside as Y/n put their daughter in her high chair. Ever since her birth Lee was mindful not to smoke in the house; it was one of the house rules Y/n proposed that he was surprisingly very accepting of. She had taken away most of the things that he used to destress: alcohol, cigarettes, and candies.

She heard the motor of a car and Lee's muffled voice. She knew it was them, but hoped they were just making a short trip over. It's not like Lee likes Carl, and he's constantly complaining about his trouble making sister. Y/n hates that Sandy uses their daughter as an excuse to come over. She wouldn't mind if Sandy came alone, but she hated Carl around her little girl and she's sure Lee feels the same way.

Y/n's mother had gotten their daughter such a stupid gift when she was born. A baby that's not even half a year old yet didn't need a toy that had a million little pieces they could easily choke on, but of course it was her favorite thing to place with. Lee never cleaned up the mess, it was always Y/n who was doing it. She tried her best to pick everything up before they stepped inside but she heard the front door open. She tensed up, but she only heard the heavy footsteps of one person, and god did she hope it was Lee.

"What you doin' down there?"

Her eyes trailed up and Carl was gazing down at her. Words got caught in her throat and she clutched her hand around one of the toy pieces, the edges of it painfully digging into her palm.

"Did I scare you?"

The smirk on her face made her want to shriek. She noted that he didn't call her "darlin'" like he used to. She can only guess what Lee did to him when he "took him out back" after calling her that for a few years.

"Where's my niece?"

Y/n shot up, not caring about the toys still on the floor. She'll be damned if Carl is alone with her daughter for even a second.

Sandy came in with Lee following behind her. He gave Y/n a look of understanding, he too hoped this was going to be a short visit. The sound of Sandy fawning over her niece overtook the room. Their daughter giggled and babbled at her aunt as if she could understand her.

"Y/n go make us some ice tea."

Usually Lee doesn't command her to do things, unless he was stressed or horny. She knew her was the former by the look on his face. He was aggravated and this visit wasn't going to make him feel any better. As Y/n left the room, Sandy sat down on their couch with their daughter in her arms. Carl sat next to them, making the alarm in Lee rise.

"I got you something honey," she pulled out a little doll from her purse. It looked tattered and Lee wondered where she got it from.

"You know she already has enough dollies," Lee joked. It didn't matter to his girl, it was a new toy, "got anything for your brother?"

Sandy eyes him before pulling out a small bag of candy. She tossed it to him and he caught it, "I knew you'd ask for somethin'"

He opened it and instantly popped a sweet cherry candy into his mouth.

"Y/n's not letting me drink since the girl is so young. This is the only thing I got, even though she's on my ass about that too," Lee knew that Sandy wasn't too interested in the ins-and-outs of his everyday life but he gets tired of complaining to his deputies.

"Yea, I bet," she kept a snide comment about her sister-in-law to herself. The box of cigarettes she had calling her name we're going to have to wait. "How's that mayor race going?"

"It's going."

"Heard that whore house owner croaked," Carl's voice carried to the kitchen and Y/n paused, "found in unusual circumstances...chairs pushed up against the door...poisoned. Reckon one of those girls got tired of him holdin' them down-"

"No smoking in the house," Lee interrupted when he noticed Carl reaching for the pack of cigarettes in his shirt pocket. Carl laughed as if he wanted to challenge Lee, but his hand went back to resting on the back of the couch.

"Wouldn't want this little darlin' smellin' like a bar."

Anytime Carl spoke at or about her daughter, Y/n wanted to vomit. Carl is not nice. She wonders how twisted Sandy might be to marry someone who is awful to women and has no filter.

There was a cloud of fear over her head when Carl was around. She wishes Lee was more apprehensive but Sandy's his little sister, and he cares for her no matter how much those two causes. Things would be different if Y/n had told Lee about that time Carl pressed himself against and put his hand up the skirt of her dress. His threat would forever bounce off her skull and it only got louder when he was near. "Shut you're fucking mouth or else your husbands gonna see his slut wife bending over for another man." She was five months pregnant and had no way to defend herself. He only groped her, but she always wondered if he would've gone further if Sandy hadn't come in looking for the cooking tongs Lee told her to fetch. Sandy knew something had happened, but she said nothing. Y/n's disdain for her only grew from that day on.

Lee redirected the conversation from what Carl had started to something a bit more asinine. He didn't want to talk about something work-related because he didn't need to be stressed out any further. Reed’s death wasn't another blow to his reputation like Lee thought it would. It was going to be another unsolved murder from the way it was looking though. The people assumed one of the girls did it. The place had been emptied out; it surely looked different from when Lee was last in there. Lee was lucky that Reed was extremely disliked, unlike that preacher Roy who died some years ago. More people said "he had it coming" instead of "why isn't the sheriff doing anything?"

He laughed about it though. When he was alone in the car after leaving the crime scene, he laughed. There was no more worrying about the rumor that Sheriff Lee Bodecker beat one of his girls. When Lee did go to that place, he was never forceful. Lee could be mean towards women at times, but he was never violent.

If Lee was called in on a Sunday morning, then it was very important. He woke Y/n up at 5 am and kissed her out of her confused state to say goodbye. She only slept for another hour after laying her head down back on the pillow.

This morning felt so different.

The morning she woke up knowing her task was to deal with Reed, she was distracted and jumpy. But she had grown so accustomed to her guilt that it's become a comfortable feeling. Mrs. Blackwater was a more personal score to settle. That woman was throwing dirt on Lee's name, but the turmoil she caused her teenage friend would never leave her mind. Y/n had learned how cruel someone could be without physically hurting you. The boys on school grounds were annoying brats, but that woman had a truly awful mouth.

The Petersons’ daughter was over right after church. She had a wide smile on her face, happy that Mrs. Bodecker was giving her another opportunity to make some money.

"She's been a fairly good mood lately," Y/n handed her daughter off to the shorter teenage girl, "she slept through the night for once, but she's still gonna need a nap. Once she starts fussin' put her in her crib. I should be back before Lee."

Y/n wished her well and the Petersons girl wished Y/n a good time running her errands. It was comical to think of this as an errand, even though today she was going to treat it like one.

She was in Lee's nice car again meaning she was going to have to temporarily get rid of it. Y/n put much more effort into this, her haphazard plan to take out Reed could've gone horribly wrong. She spent her time snooping around town when she was out with one of her mom friends. The plan had been simple: park the car at the crowded grocery just two blocks away from the Blackwater house. The house sat at the end of the street, a bit separated from the other row of houses because of the larger amount of land they owned. It wouldn't be a problem to walk to the house seeing as others in this neighborhood do the same thing.

When her mother had made that dress for her to wear to the Spring Formal, Y/n cried, saying she was going to look like a nurse instead of "the prettiest girl in town" like Jim, the guy who asked her to the dance said. A teenage grievance had somehow come in handy almost a decade later. It was under a long coat that was a bit abnormal for this warm day.

Y/n felt sickly confident. That only thing she worried about was Lee cruising through and seeing his car in the parking lot. But the grocery store offered a great cover. The sun was covered by a thick cloud as she walked away from the grocery store and to the old Blackwater house.

That porch still looked the same. It was old and rickety, squeaking as she stepped on it, she's surprised it didn't give it away some years ago. The rocking chair Mrs. Blackwater sat on while terrorizing people was no longer there. At least her days of scaring off the newer generation of kids were over.

Y/n knocked on the door and waited. She had to knock again, and by the third time she wondered if the old lady did the job for her!

"Who is it?" The voice was much more frail, but it was that voice.

"I'm here to help!" The upturn of her voice at the end made her statement sound more like a question.

The locks on the door began to click and Mrs. Blackwater peered at her.

"You're not the one they always send."

"Oh, she's sick today! I'm just filling in for her today!" After two weeks of watching, Y/n learned what days Mrs. Blackwater's nurse came and went. She came everyday but she was absent on Sundays. It's somewhat astounding that Mrs. Blackwater didn't ask about Y/n turning up on a Sunday.

"Ahh whatever," she dismissed, unlocking the screen door, and wheeling backwards in the wheelchair that she had been relegated to a few years ago.

Y/n didn't know what to expect when she stepped inside, but it wasn't too far off from how her parent's house looked; black and white photos littering the walls and stacks of paper that probably could've been thrown away a decade ago. What is different from her parent's home is that this place is an utter mess. The nurse that usually comes to take care of her could at least tidy it up a bit. With how much she hated everything, Y/n would've assumed she hated mess too, but her home says otherwise. This lady was an absolute hoarder.

"Don't bother me," Mrs. Blackwater sniped at her. She wheeled herself next to the couch and glued her eyes to the black and white television screen.

Y/n doesn't know how many hours Mrs. Blackwater spent sitting there and watching The Andy Griffin Show. She didn't laugh when something funny happened, she just sat there still, sometimes grumbling to herself in reaction to what was happening on screen.

The least Y/n could do was tidy up a bit. It would be a kind gesture to leave her to die in a presentable place.

Mrs. Blackwater is not going to die a violent death. She was awful, but she did not deserve the brutality like someone who has done physical harm did. (If she was just a little bit braver, she would've hacked him to death, but the sight of blood makes her ill). Mrs. Blackwater was up in age, nearing her 90s, and it would be time for her to go soon anyway. Y/n dusted around the TV, one of the last things this old woman may see. All the photos of people on the walls were staring at her as she moved about cleaning the dust from the frames. So many people, many dead but most probably alive. Mrs. Blackwater had children and probably grandchildren but no one came to visit her. Her tongue was sharp, but how could no one come and visit their aging mother?

"Stop moving so damn much. Sit down girl."

The venom was still in her voice. It would never go away, at least not until she dies. This woman didn't appreciate anything and enjoyed being miserable. Y/n listened to her like that scared little teenager she used to be. She sat on the couch, a few feet away from Mrs. Blackwater who had not taken her eyes off the TV or moved at all. Y/n was spending time with a woman who was going to die at her hands today. If she's going to die then at least she's going to die doing what she loves; watching her shows and bitching out the closest person in reach.

She had only moved to grab the newspaper from the table on the other side of her. It was Friday's addition, Y/n could tell from the photo on the cover. She couldn't help but eye the old woman as she read the paper. It has been probably three hours and she hasn't even asked for anything to eat.

"People droppin' like flies in this shit hole."

Y/n's ears perked up, but she didn't say anything, she just let the lady talk.

"Leroy should know better not to do that shit here...especially with that corrupt sheriff around...would've had an easier time gettin' away with it in the city. Everyone in the city already does all that illegal shit so it probably wouldn’t have mattered anyway. Now he’s dead."

Y/n had heard that name before. She remembers vividly Lee chewing someone out on the phone and saying their name with contempt. Leroy, Leroy, Leroy. The name "Bobo" also came up in the conversation a few times. Y/n wanted to be mad at Mrs. Blackwater for referring to her husband as "corrupt" but something nagged at her to keep the conversation going for her sake.

"W-what do you mean?" Her voice cracked but it was ignored by the old woman.

"You must not be from here. Everyone knows that if you get caught up with that fat bastard sheriff you must be doin’ some awful shit. The only reason why he keeps gettin' re-elected is because everyone is scared of him. It doesn't matter how many babies that man has, he's a killer...dragging that man's body and fucking up carnations..."

No one had ever talked to Mrs. Bodecker about her husband like this. Town gossipers had the decency to wait until she left the room to say something about him. But she's not Mrs. Bodecker right now. It does not matter anyway because the old lady doesn't know what she's talking about. She hasn't spent the hours with Lee, with him being sweet and so soft with his daughter. Y/n firmly believes that if Lee did indeed kill someone then it was for a good reason. She knows her husband involves himself in dirty things, but it had to be for a good reason. Lee did not show brutality for no reason; he didn't get his rocks off on hurting innocent people.

"People can change. I'm sure he's a different man now."

"Why!? Because he got a bitch and a bastard? You are too naïve...at least the other girl they send has some more sense in her head. No man is going to want to marry a dumb girl."

An awkward silence surrounded them but it was mostly felt by Y/n. She found herself frozen with a ball of rage and anxiety in her stomach. But she had no time to dwell for much longer though.

"I'm thirsty...go make me something."

Y/n noticed Mrs. Blackwater flinching when she grabbed the remote to turn the volume higher. She either had arthritis or just pain in her hands.

"Okay...do you need to take any pills at this time?"

"My husbands gone and my children don't visit me. You think I care about taking my pills?"

Maybe Mrs. Blackwater would be kind to her if she knew Y/n was going to take her out of her misery. Breaking open the capsules and dumping it in the tea she made for her is going to do the job. She might succumb to a heart attack, or pass peacefully. The only person Y/n felt bad for was the poor nurse who was going to find her dead tomorrow morning.

Lee was able to leave his shift earlier than expected. Sundays are very quiet, the only thing he got up to was paperwork at the station. He could go home early to his wife, play with the girl while Y/n makes dinner, and get a nice ride from his wife while their daughter sleeps. Y/n said something about needing him to pick up some chicken stock from the grocery store.

People filled in and out of the grocery store as the sun began to set. A few people spoke to him, never for too long knowing that he's not fond of small talk. But more people being friendly with him was a good sign. Even without his sweet wife next to him, no one shied away from saying hello to the man running for Mayor.

Two boxes of chicken stock should be enough even though his wife sent him for three. The brand she likes isn’t exactly cheap. Lee promptly made his way to the cashier who greeted him with a smile.

"Good evening sheriff!" her voice was sweet and she batted her eyes a few times. Lee offered her a smile, but a small laugh escaped. This girl couldn't be younger than 20 but she fawned over him like a young school girl. Her behavior reminded him of Y/n when she was that age. "Darlene said she saw your car in the parking lot but didn't get a chance to catch Mrs. Bodecker herself."

Lee stopped caring about the items (a few snuck in there for him) being rung up. His brows furrowed and the girl realized that she had said something maybe she shouldn't have.

"My wife was here?"

"That's what Darlene said. Her shift ended right as I was coming in so I wasn't there when it happened...do you still want the chicken stock?"

"Yea yea just ring it up."

Lee's mind was too preoccupied with the weird behavior his wife has been exhibiting for the last several weeks. She often hovered over him when he was on the phone like she was interested in what he was talking about. All the swearing and terms she didn't understand kept her from asking what his loud, and often abrasive, phone conversations were about. But now she was listening a little too hard for his liking.

The only time Y/n was supposed to drive their car is if Lee told her she could or if there was an emergency. A trip to the grocery store did not fall under either of those categories. But it was particularly weird to him that she would go to the store when she told him to go himself. If she had forgotten something, she would have not hesitated to call the station. Something was up with her.

Everything felt normal as he stepped into the house. The smell of what she was cooking hit his nose and the familiar noises of his daughter babbling louder than the Y/n moving around the kitchen. If he had no questions for his wife, then he'd feel all warm inside walking into his home in this current state.

Y/n was talking to their daughter as if she was holding a real conversation with her. Their daughter started squealing when she saw Lee appear in the doorway. He put his index finger to his lips to tell her to quiet herself, but she was only louder.

"I couldn't believe it either! They said the hairdresser purposefully dyed Marie's hair darker," she spoke, thinking her daughter was just squealing because she was talking to her and not because her husband was creeping up behind her.

Hands snaked around her waist and she nearly jumped. "Oh yea? Is that what the town is gossipin' about today?" Lee's familiar voice soothed her and she turned around in his arms. She deftly kissed him and looked up at him.

"Wanna know what else I heard?" He whispered to her. Y/n nodded, a smile spreading on her face as she rested her forehead against his, "heard the sheriff's wife been out and about and driving his nice car."

Y/n's smile fell from her face, but it only made Lee smile wider.

"You wanna tell me what you were doing out?"

"I needed something from the store."

"So my task to pick up the chicken stock after work was for nothing?"

"No...I went to my parents house...didn't want to go empty-handed. You know how my mother gets."

What a sweet little liar.

But she still had the smell of an old house lingering around her so maybe it wasn’t completely a lie. Still, he knew something was up with her.

“How was work?” She quickly tried to change the subject. Lee was not really in the mood to interrogate her, it was Sunday after all. He sat down in the chair next to his daughter's high chair. She started reaching for his hat but he was too far away, so Lee rested his head on the tray and let her have her fun. Y/n was probably going to be mad at him for putting his head where she eats and getting all of his “outside germs” all over it, but he didn’t care.

“I’m tired,” he confessed, a heavy sigh escaping him, “I’m really fucking tired.”

Y/n wishes she could lift more of her husband’s burdens. Killing people who were talking about him did not get rid of the core problem. Sometimes she wishes he never decided to run for mayor. Life was so much more comfortable when he would run unopposed for county sheriff. Instead her husband had a bigger dream. From the very beginning she felt like it was a long shot that this would be successful, but they had gotten so far in changing how most of the people viewed Lee. And even though they felt a way about him, they still respected the sheriff.

“It’s going to be over soon. I promise.”

He truly wanted to believe her, but the sinking feeling that the past was going to catch up with him was not going away.

#lee bodecker #lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker x you #lee bodecker x y/n #lee bodecker smut #the devil all the time #dark fic #lee bodecker fic #sebastian stan fic

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im-in-love-with-pizza-bites · 4 years ago

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Diamonds & daughters

Chris Evans x Daughter!reader

Summary: Chris misses when you were younger

Warnings: fluff

Song: Diamonds & Daughters By Aaron Watson

Okay, so I was going to use a lyric for the summary but none of them made sense so yeah..

The first moment I saw your face I was moved by amazing grace and I cried like a baby just like I'll do walking you down the aisle

The nurse handed a baby wrapped in pink over to Chris, tears formed in his eyes as he looked down at his daughter for the first time. He saw a little princess, more precious than anything he had ever seen in his life.

I found fortune like diamonds in the love of a daughter worth more than all the gold in the world

The last five years had been hard, figuring out how to be a single dad to a daughter but every time you smiled at him made it easier. Your mom left months after you were born leaving him to raise you on his own.

"Daddy!" You exclaimed running out of school, the bookbag on your back shaking behind you as you ran. "Hi daddy!" You gave him a sparkling smile as he picked you up.

"Hi princess." His kissed your forehead walking toward the car.

"So much happened today! Tommy pulled kylie's hair and he had to to go to the office." You began to give him a run down of all the kindergarten gossip that happened that day.

"Really that happened?" He asked chuckling.

"Yeah!" He buckled you in your car seat before getting into his own seat listening to you tell him about your day.

"Hey Princess I love you." He spoke up randomly, your smile widened.

"I love you more!" You said.

And they say that a son is the pride of a father but my heart belongs to my little girl

"So I saw on your twitter a video of your little girl?" The interviewer said. Chris smiled nodding.

"Yeah! Y/n wanted to woah everyone with her rendition of under the sea." He said chuckling.

Diamonds and daughters precious and few diamonds and daughters timeless and true

He peaked into your room, you slept soundly looking as precious as the day you were born. He smiled quietly walking in, he pulled the blanked up higher around your shoulders before kissing the top of your head before whispering. "Sleep tight princess."

Don't you ever forget that your heart is divine you belong to the one who made you sparkle and shine diamonds and daughters

"Daddy! I got a boyfriend." You said proudly as you walked out of your second day of second grade.

"Oh really now?" He raised an eyebrow urging you to continue.

"Yeah, his name is Connor he's a boy in my class."

"You're a bit young to date though princess."

"But I wove him!" You said messing up the L.

"Sweetpea the only guy you get to love right now is me." He teased as he buckled you into your car seat.

And I'll be there for you every step of the way from your very first breath until my dying day

"Come on princess walk to daddy. Come on." He urged as you stood on your own. He watched as you stumbled toward him, taking your first steps. "Come on you can do it!" He said.

"Dada!" You exclaimed hugging him.

"You did it! Good job princess!" He cheered squeezing you as you giggled.

And the woman I see in that white wedding gown is just my little girl saying "Daddy won't you spin me around"

He watched as you danced around as he played the piano. He was taking all these moments with you with pride knowing one day you won't be dancing around his living room.

"Daddy! Twirl me!" You said.

"Okay Princess." He stood open grabbing your hand and twirling you around. You giggled before hopping on the bench.

"Teach me to play! Please!"

Diamonds and daughters precious and few diamonds and daughters timeless and true

He watched you walked down the stage taking your high school diploma. He had never been more proud before this day. That second you were called on stage he was cheering for you.

"Good job princess." He said hugging you outside of the school gym. You smiled up at him.

"Thanks dad!"

Don't you ever forget that your heart is divine you belong to the one who made you sparkle and shine diamonds and daughters, diamonds and daughters

"Dad this is my boyfriend, Jacob." You introduced.

"Hello sir!" Your boyfriend said smiling.

"Hi." Chris looked the young adult up and down before looking at you. Jacob was a guy you met at college, he came with you home for spring break to meet your dad.

Diamonds and daughters precious and few diamonds and daughters timeless and true

"Dad! He proposed!" You said smiling at your dad. He held in all his emotions giving you a smile. He didn't let you see how he wished he could go back to when you were younger. "Dad?" You asked snapping him from his thoughts.

"That's great Princess! I'm happy for you." He said.

Don't you ever forget that your heart is divine you belong to the one who made you sparkle and shine, diamonds and daughters, diamonds and daughters, diamonds and daughters, diamonds and daughters

He looked at you, he saw his little girl with pigtails and chocolate cake smeared on her face. He couldn't believe you went from that to a grown woman, dressed in white about to get married.

"Princess you look beautiful!" He said.

"Thank you dad.." You smiled. You frowned when you saw tears coming to his eyes. "Dad don't cry. I'll always be your baby girl." You assured giving him a hug. He nodded linking his arm with you before walking you down the aisle.

The first moment I saw your face I was moved by amazing grace

#chris evans #cevans #chris evans x daughter!reader #x daughter!reader #daughter!reader #diamonds and daughters

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godzillerd · 4 years ago

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Resident Evil 8 AU Pt 2: Parenthood Boogaloo??

Former Post Here

To summarize: Ethan takes deal. Miranda goes boom. Village goes boom. Chris is like this is serious. Heisenberg is like no baby for me pls. Ethan is like yeah no absolutely no baby for him pls. Chris is like sorry but baby for him. Didn’t even get a baby shower. Fucking brutal. Hate this place.

RIP pls forgive this obnoxiously long post that will never become a cohesive fic.

Why am I like this.

My life is a sea of regrets.

Seriously though forgive how all over the place this is - it is literally me vomiting thoughts for sport.

Immediately after leaving the village (what was left of it) Heisenberg headed west with Rose.

As expected, it took a matter of hours for the Duke to show up bearing gifts. Not much, mind you, but enough.

He even allowed Heisenberg to start running a tab, despite quibbling that it was a bad business practice.

For the first year, they were completely off the grid with zero contact with the rest of the world, usually living in ramshackle hunting cabins in the forests of whatever country they happened to be in at the time. Hungary, Austria, Slovenia, and eventually Switzerland.

Not requiring food or water himself, caring for Rose was relatively easy with some help from Duke. Heisenberg became an old hand at building fires out of nothing.

The whole baby thing did not come naturally to him. In fact, it took over six months for Heisenberg to have any kind of clue as to why the potato might be screaming this time.

He came very close to just killing it and fending for himself, but after seeing what Rose did to Miranda... it was enough to make anyone hesitant.

Around eight months in, Duke showed up with a new present: A cell phone. And a secure number. And a delicate observation that Ethan Winters might actually kill Heisenberg if he didn’t call soon.

Calls with Ethan were an infrequent thing. Ethan passed along pertinent information, but being under heavy monitoring, he didn’t have a lot of private time.

Heisenberg had less of an excuse, and just genuinely didn’t like Ethan.

Despite being told about it specifically, Heisenberg missed Rose’s first and second birthdays. She didn’t seem to mind. Ethan did.

Around then, it became obvious that living in the woods, completely cut off from humanity, wasn’t going to work out well for a growing child.

Did you know electromagnetic energy can really fuck up a bank machine?

Heisenberg (well, Duke) found a reasonable, small cottage on the outskirts of a village in the south of France. He put together a decent little business selling metalwork crafts that were simple (for him) to build, but could sell for high profit. Horses were a bit of a specialty.

Became the local backwoods crazy rural uncle who can fix anything using anything.

Ethan managed to pull enough strings to buy himself a four hour window while in France for unrelated business to visit Rose for the first time just before she turned three.

They agreed to meet in a town about an hour south as Ethan had ‘security concerns’.

ie. He and Chris both doubted Heisenberg’s ability to blend into a crowd.

To prove a point because he’s a petty bitch, Heisenberg walked Rose past Ethan five times while Ethan was waiting around for them. Ethan only noticed them when Heisenberg said his name.

Shaving, showering, a haircut, and new clothes can do a lot for a man.

Rose did not recognize Ethan and was extremely reluctant to speak to him at all. Eventually, she was coaxed into introducing herself as “Rosalie-Elise”. For reasons beyond Heisenberg’s comprehension, this seemed to have a profound emotional effect on Ethan.

Aside from occasional visits from Ethan (usually every year or two) it was mostly Heisenberg and Rose against the world.

Duke did roll through, though less frequently than when they were actively fleeing the village. He was incredibly fond of Rose, after all.

Until Rose turned three, Heisenberg largely saw her as a nuisance - something he was obligated to keep alive for his own sake.

When she was three, and shortly after they settled in the French House, Rose began picking up on Heisenberg’s mannerisms. Speaking like him, sitting like him, trying to mimic everything he did on a smaller scale...

Overnight she went from a nuisance to the apple of his goddamn eye.

Heisenberg rarely called Rose by her name unless it was serious. More often than not, she’s ‘Kid’ or ‘Blondie’

By the time she started school, Rose could dismantle, repair, and reassemble most standard engines (with a bit of help). She was also shaping up to be a mean little welder.

She also picked up a bad habit of swearing (fortunately, only in English)

Rose was raised speaking French almost exclusively, and her English was heavily accented. Heisenberg learned it with great difficulty, but became fluent by speaking only French for years.

Despite being happier by himself, cut off from other people, Heisenberg deliberately put in the effort to appear as ‘normal’ as possible.

He never claimed to be Rose’s father - to her or to anyone else. Instead, he called himself her crazy uncle and left the gossip-mongers to come up with a story about her parents.

Ethan was mockingly referred to as ‘Brother’ every time he called or visited, though.

When Rose was six, Heisenberg gave her a watered-down version of what happened in the village.

Watered down for him, at least.

Rose had nightmares for six months.

In the midst of that fun time, Ethan gave them a warning that the BSAA was starting to suspect something, so they up and disappeared in one night.

This pattern continued for years, destroying any chance of Rose having a ‘normal’ childhood.

Despite that, she developed a startlingly good mindset about things. Influenced by Heisenberg, Rose grew up with a tendency towards independence and isolation, with a hell of a lot of self-confidence and pride to boot. She never particularly enjoyed being around other children, even when she had the opportunity. She preferred staying close to Heisenberg whether it was necessary or not.

Being an obnoxiously touch-motivated brat, Rose spent most of her childhood hanging off his neck, or flopped over his shoulders, or literally hugging him while he was juggling hot metal. Heisenberg gave up caring when she was about four and by the time she was five he didn’t really notice it at all. He often sprawled on the couch just so the kid could nap on him and catch up on sleep.

After learning the truth about the village, Rose never did sleep particularly well at night - especially not alone in her room. Most nights, Heisenberg would sit next to her bed until she fell asleep. Sometimes even all night.

Again, likely influenced by Heisenberg, Rose grew to dislike Ethan as time wore on. Despite her solid relationship with Heisenberg, most of their arguments were about Rose seeing Ethan.

Heisenberg understood that their safety relied on Ethan being on good terms with both of them. Rose “didn’t give a fuck”

They reached a compromise eventually that Ethan was only ever promised one hour with Rose. If she wanted to leave after that, it was her choice. Similarly, Heisenberg let her set the boundaries about hugs and calling Ethan her father.

Needless to say, Ethan stopped getting hugs by the time Rose was ten, and he was never called her dad.

On the other side of things, Rose adored the Duke just as much as he adored her. Whenever Duke was in their neck of the woods, he made a special point to track them down in order to give Rose extravagant gifts.

Puberty was a hell of a time.

A hell of a time

Rose manifested a massive amount of power in the span of six months when she was thirteen. Around the same time she discovered her love of girls, teenage rebellion, and sticking it to the man.

During one rip-roaring fight when she was fourteen, Rose sent Heisenberg through not one, nor two, nor even three walls. She sent him through five.

Somehow, that incident was enough to curb the rising tide of teenage hormones and got them both back on track.

Heisenberg always struggled with knowing how much or how little to tell Rose about their predicament. On one hand, Ethan hated the idea and thought it would destroy her entire childhood. On the other hand, Heisenberg disliked the idea of lying to the kid.

Eventually, circumstances were such that there was no choice but to tell Rose everything in order to stay safe. By the time she was twelve, she had a pretty good idea about everything that had happened in the past.

Mostly because Ethan assumed he wouldn’t do it, Heisenberg also told her all about himself.

Surprisingly (or maybe not so surprisingly, after so many years) it didn’t change much. She tried to use it as ammunition during a few teenage tantrums, but when she realized it didn’t phase him, it was never really brought up again.

#Is this chronological #What is chronological #RE8 #RE8 AU #Resident Evil 8 #Resident Evil 8 AU #Resident Evil Village #Resident Evil Village AU #re8 heisenberg #Re8 Alternate Ending #re8 fanfiction #Re8 Rose #karl heisenberg #Rosemary Winters #re8 headcanons #re8 the duke #re8 ethan winters #Ethan Winters

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soggyskinflaps · 4 years ago

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More “Modern AU” shenanigans

Just before i dive into the fun i’d like to “introduce” another character for Rose isn’t the only Winters daughter. The other is Eveline.

-Eveline was a test subject in the hands of Mia’s company. She was used as a lab rat because of her strange anatomy that made her less probable to get diseases. Mia grew attached to her and couldn’t bear to see her and other innocent people(coughtheBakerscough) being used like that, so she decided to help Chris take the company down. After that she and Ethan adopt a 10 year old Eveline and give her all the love she could ever have wanted. Now she’s just a little gremlin causing trouble in the village.

And with that outta the way it’s bad meme time.

-Since Ethan works with Karl and the latter sees him as an assistant he gets to go to the community meetings with the other lords. Most of the time it’s just Miranda internally screaming while Karl and Alcina argue. Angie usually calls someone a slur at least once in every meeting;

-Eveline has a baby pouch for Rose and runs off with her to somewhere they shouldn’t be able to get to;

-The Dimitrescu sisters babysat Eveline once and now they can’t even look at her without shaking;

-Chris actually still visits the Winterses from time to time, just to check on them. It’s nice to have normal friends to talk to in his line of work;

-Anyone who has been to Donna’s house will tell you it’s haunted. Dolls will appear out of nowhere, some staring directly at the person who saw them. There is also the faint sound of baby cries and splashes from the basement but no one dares to go check;

-Karl isn’t the only one who fosters animals. Salvatore actually has pet wolves that guard his house. He calls them Varcolacs and one has almost ripped Ethan to shreds once;

-Alcina’s only male friend is the Duke. Some people say they’re from the same family, others that they know eachother from some private school, but whatever the origin of their relationship is they love gossiping and drinking together;

-Bela had a emo phase(no, i don’t mean only in this AU, this is canon). Everytime it is brought up she denies it with a threat or two, often at Cassandra;

-Eveline is in Moreau’s class and she’s actually a pretty good student. She knows biology and chemistry from her days in a lab. Unfortunately she often scares away potential friends with her creepy remarks;

-After working at the butcher shop for a while Cassandra noticed she was gaining more muscle and she loved the way she looked so she began exercising more. She’s now workout buddies with Urias;

-Miranda has not eaten anything for the past 5 years, all she consumes is black coffee and black coffee spiked with vodka on the bad days. It’s either Moreau or Alcina who come to look for her and find her in a coma after she goes missing for 2 weeks;

-Karl, Daniela, Mia and Angie(somehow) know every vine and meme up to date and will quote them. No one but Ethan understands and some try to study this strange language. Both Eveline and Rose are exhibiting early syndroms of Gen Z humor as well;

-Luiza often invites both the Winters and Lupu family for lunch at sundays. It usually goes well unless Karl feels insulted his buddy Ethan didn’t invite him and just crashes the party;

#resident evil village #au #eveline #ethan winters #mia winters #Rose Winters #Karl Heisenberg #alcina dimitrescu #dimitrescu daughters #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #Donna Beneviento #Salvatore Moreau #varcolac #urias #mother miranda #Chris Redfield

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kissme-hs · 4 years ago

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More hearts {c.e.}

Hii lovelies! This one is based off the two songs ;more hearts than mine by Ingrid Andress and match in the rain by Alec Benjamin. I’ve been thinking about this one for a while now so here it is. Let me know what you think lol sorry if this is shit, feedback is very much appreciated :)

Pairing: Fem! Reader x Chris Evans

Warning: Angst

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“I can’t do this anymore”

Those words didn’t amuse you when Chris said them with a heavy heart. Teary red eyes and tumbling words as he sat on the couch where you stood near the wooden window sill staring into the oblivious of falling rain. Though it was dark outside, you enjoyed the sound of pattering rain—where your boyfriend cried his own tears of sadness.

You felt numb for few seconds. Your mind fathomed what he uttered but it took a while for your heart to figure out that it was really happening. After 3 years of being together with each other through the thick and thin, sorrows and happiness it was time you go your way and he goes his. You’d still consider kind of him to break it to you in such a fragile way, making sure first that your heart is strong enough to endure the ache of your now—ending relationship.

Finally breaking in through the barrier of strong emotions, a tear rolled down your cheek as you quickly wiped it away with your palm crossing your hands over your chest. It hurt, it hurt more than you thought it’d when the love started fading away.

You could tell he tried, so did you. Every morning you’d wake up with a heavy chest knowing you have to go through the day with the person who’s heart stopped beating for you long ago. It wasn’t that he was cheating, but sometimes there isn’t a need of other person for one to fall out of love.

The kisses he placed on your forehead which once felt warm now were completely cold. He was pushing himself to save your dying relationship, but he couldn’t do it. There were two bodies in the house but only one present–each night you’d say I love you’s and turn away from each other to fall asleep. Well aware of the truth that neither of you meant what you said anymore, you’d let silent tears hit the soft pillow until the soreness of your eyes drifts you away in deep slumber of sleep.

He on the other side felt you slipping away through his fingers. The dead look in your eyes gave him the hint that the time was up, but he pretended you’re both still strong anyway. He wasn’t willing to believe that this was the end, he didn’t want to give up on the relation he has built you through tears and smiles over the years.

But his intuitions told him it’s too late. You were long gone.

Your heart crumbled every day with the screaming memories you created in the same house where you now lived with a heavy heart. The laughter and joy were nowhere to be found, he’d work in his office everyday to keep himself busy and you’d do the same. Reading, writing, doing anything that’d keep you off from feeling the everyday growing ache in your chest.

Watching him grow distant was the worst pain you ever went through.

However.

You’ll be fine, but how will you tell your mother? Who loved Chris very much like her own son. She falls in love faster than you, and the second you introduced Chris to your family she instantly wrapped her arms around his welcoming him with a warm heart to your strong family.

Every Christmas she’d send you homemade cookies and hand knitted sweaters but ever since you brought Chris home, she made sure to send one for him. And now won’t she be heartbroken? She’s not going to have one more to knit sweater for. Your mother always told you how Chris filled the spot she always craved for having a son—and now she’d watch him go away with you.

She’d wait patiently for your arrival with Chris’s favorite meal ready every time you visit her but now, not anymore.

“You complete our family son.” She smiled when Chris took the heavy pot of stew from her hand helping her set the table while you and your sister were out with your dad grabbing a few stuff for the house.

He volunteered that he’d stay and help your mother—loving her the same he loved his own mother.

“Thanks ma” he replied placing a kiss on her forehead. His heart swelling with the adoration he developed for you and your family and how not only he loved you unconditionally but those four members you called home.

And your dad. He always checked the car tires before you both hit the road, saying he just wanted to make sure that his daughter goes hime safely—lying not caring about Chris. But everyone knew he wasn’t fooling anyone.

Your dad loved Chris. He’d always go fishing with him and talk about sports and politics. Though he was proud of having two amazing girls, he wished he had a son to go fishing with, fix house with, whom he could go golfing with. And when you brought Chris home that Friday evening, you saw him smile. Unlike the fake one he gave your other boyfriends but the one that showed you how proud he was.

“So you like whiskey or rum?”

“I’d take whiskey sir”

“Call me dad” making your head turn from the couch where you sat watching television with your mother your eyes picked tears. Never he has welcomed a man so lovingly before. You knew it was real when you father loved him as if he was his own child.

Oh how could you break your old man’s heart? He’d pour you whiskey over ice and lie that he never liked him, but deep down you know he’d miss him too. He’d miss watching football with him, arguing over politics, fixing the deck.

He’d miss caring for his son that now he lost.

Last came your younger sister. Oh how she loved embarrassing Chris and having little snickering arguments with him. She’d disagree with him just to see him getting frustrated and then would laugh about it later. But never once he minded it. He cared for you sister just like he did for his.

For her too, he completed your little family with the craving of older brother. Though you never let anyone touch her, she always wondered what it’d be like to have a protective brother. And Chris never failed to annoy her either, he loved how her face would get all scrunched up as she’d get irritated like a typical teenager that she was and would huff and puff until he brings out the present he got for her.

“So you know I told you I like this guy at school right?” She said mouth full of fruits as she sits beside Chris on a Sunday morning telling her all the ‘gossips’ she’d say. And being a 39 year old man he’d listen to her babbling nothing like but as if he was a teenager himself.

“Yeah?”

“Well he asked me out” she smiled wiggling her eyebrows at him. Chris let out a laugh before ruffling her hair.

“Funny of someone to like you”

“Hey!!”

“Just kidding, tell him if he breaks your heart, I’ll beat the shit outta him” he raised his eyebrow winking at your sister before tossing a piece of cantaloupe from her bowl and popping in his mouth.

But who will bring her chocolates like last time when she’ll go through another heartbreak as a part of growing up? Who’ll teach her how to drive a motorcycle even though she’s quite young for that? Chris could’ve, but not anymore.

Closing your eyes your, you let your tears fall—not bothering to hold them back this time. You’ve been keeping your emotions locked up from a long time, maybe now it was the time you it go. Let go of the heaviness off your chest, it’s time to breath again.

You walked over to where he sat and gave his back a gentle rub.

Lifting his head from his head he looked in your eyes. For the first time in three months he saw emotions, he saw the fear and guilt and sorrow and pain you carried along you. The eyes which once were full of colours and spark now dead and dull. He was defeated. He couldn’t save you.

Running your fingers through his hair you let out a sniff, trying your best to pass him a broken smile.

“We’ll be fine” you whispered pulling him closer, without any hesitation he wrapped his arms around his waist hiding his head in your crook. His salty tears wetting your skin but you couldn’t care less as you rested your cheek on his back letting yours damp the cotton material of his t-shirt.

Chris was a man with the biggest heart. His kindness and generosity made even the most unworthy fall in love. How could they not. He was never selfish or greedy, or even thought of himself as “I”. Being a child amongst four he was taught to carry the family out of self love, as ‘we’. And to put those he loved, above all and the rest.

He gave you the happiness of your life, he made you smile when no one could. He came in your life bringing the light of joy and enlightened your dark space in heart—which felt it could never love again with radiating warmness. He gave your family the love no one could, he loved them selflessly just like he was taught.

Though he’d miss the warm stew and a mom who always sent hand knitted sweater, those Sunday morning golf games and a dad who’d lie how he never cared about him, the glimpse of a teenager’s life and a sister who loved to snicker around laughing at his blushed face but he won’t deny he’d miss you the most of all.

The woman who taught him the meaning of true love. The woman who stood with him through the rain storms and brightest sunshine. Who never doubted his will and everyday was the encouragement of being a better man. The lady who will always hold the only place of lover in his heart as long as it beats, he doubts he’d ever be able to place his heart in other’s hand like he placed it in yours without any second thought.

And today, he didn’t only break your heart.

But his and the hearts of other three that were once his family.

If we break up I’ll be fine,

But you’ll be breaking more hearts than mine.

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Chris Cross Applesauce - Chris Evans x reader

a/n- Hey lovely people! it’s Chris’s birthday here so here’s this fluffy piece based on a very random thought I had lol. Happy birthday to this absolutely perfect human. The summary lowkey sucks but I promise it’s pretty cute! Enjoy <3

summary: You and Chris have known each other for forever, and you’ll love each other for more than that.

word count: ~4,500

warnings: panic attack, obliviousness

5 years old

The hot summer sun sent waves of heat across your face as you stood in the street. You were holding your mom's hand, half hiding behind her foot, as she talked with the other mom in front of you. Two little boys were hiding behind her as well, eyeing you and whispering between themselves.

"Sweetie, say hello to our new neighbors," your mom gently nudged you as she put your 2-year-old brother on the ground, holding his hand as well. You had moved into your house a few days ago, and your mother wanted to get to know your neighbors in the friendly little town.

"Hi," you said shyly. The other woman smiled at you warmly. "Hey there, I'm Lisa. Boys? Say hello please," she turned her gaze to them now.

"I'm Chris," one of the boys said. His blue eyes met yours and he extended his hand for you to shake. You took it, telling him your name as well. No one else you knew had ever offered to shake your hand, kid or adult, so it made you feel very respectable. On the other hand, you wondered about this strange boy your age who was shaking people's hands like you've seen grown-ups do. His brother didn't let go of their mom but introduced himself as Scott. He looked closer to your brother's age.

"Well it's been a pleasure to meet you," your mom smiled at the woman. Lisa, your mind supplied, that's what she said her name was.

"Likewise!" Lisa replied warmly, "We'd love to see you around sometime."

You parted ways, you getting into your house as they went into theirs across the street.

That night your mom went into your room to tuck you in. She sat down on the edge of the bed and kissed your forehead gently, making sure the blanket is tight enough around your small form.

"So, what do you think about our new neighborhood? Think you'll be friends with the little boys from across the street?" your mom smiled.

"I don’t know mom," you said with all the self-importance a five-year-old can muster. "They're boys." You scrunched up your nose, frowning slightly.

Your mom felt no pressure to add anything on the matter. "Well, goodnight sweetie." Your mom kissed your wrinkled nose, making you giggle, and got off the bed.

"Goodnight mommy," you mumbled as you felt sleepiness take over you.

6 years old

You entered the classroom, your eyes darting around nervously. You calmed down a bit after seeing a familiar and smiling face in the crowd of strange kids around the classroom.

"Come on! I saved you a seat!" Chris exclaimed excitedly and waved you over. You smiled back and made your way over to his table. You sat down next to him, pulling out your brand-new pencils and notebook and putting it neatly on the table in front of you.

Chris and you were talking about one of your latest games in the yard, where he and Scott were pirates and you were a princess that needed rescuing. "But princesses need to be rescued from the pirates, not by the pirates!" you argued. "But we're good pirates! And besides, hanging out with pirates is way cooler than with some prince or duke or whatever it is princesses do," Chris said. Before the argument got more heated, the teacher stepped in and silence took over the class. For the rest of the day you focused on school, meeting new friends and learning new things.

At the end of the day, you and Chris left the classroom side by side, the pirates argument long forgotten as you talked about everything that happened today.

"And when Anna fell off her chair in the middle of class," you both laughed.

"And the teacher told her not to sit criss cross applesauce on her chair," you said and continued to laugh. "I didn’t know that's how that's called," you said, pleased at all you've learned today. After a short pause you realized, "Hey, that's like your name! Chris cross applesauce!" you laughed. "That's not the same thing," he said indignantly, slightly offended. "Well it sounds the same," you smiled teasingly, but your sensitive nature told you to drop the subject.

You waited for your moms to come pick you up and went home. On your way home you animatedly told your mom about your day, excited about what new things could happen in school.

12 years old

"Chris cross apple sauce!" you called out as you climbed up the stairs of the Evans house. You knocked on Chris' room door. "We gotta go or we're gonna be late!"

"When are you gonna stop using this stupid nickname?" Chris grumbled, fidgeting with his shirt as he opened his room and joined you to go downstairs. One of your classmates, Jenna, was throwing a birthday party and her parents were out for the evening, so she invited the whole class. The whole affair felt very grown-up and exciting, because you've never had a class party without parents.

"Never," you replied with a playful grin. "Bye Lisa!" you shouted out to Chris's mom, who was in the kitchen.

"Have fun kids!" she yelled back as the door slammed behind you both.

You got into your moms' car and listened to some music on your way. You both hummed along to the familiar Disney tunes without realizing it, laughing when your eyes met and you realized what you were doing. You quickly arrived at Jenna's house and jumped out of the car.

"Bye mom!" you told her through the window.

"Thanks for the ride!" Chris added, before you both turned towards the big house.

"Have fun kids! Remember I'll call you when I'm coming back to pick you up!" your mom yelled after you before lovingly scoffing and driving away.

You knocked on the door and waited silently until Jenna rushed to open the door.

"Hey guys!" she smiled at you happily. "Come in, we're just waiting on a couple more people and then we can start the fun."

You went in and handed her your presents, wishing her a happy birthday before sitting down with your friends. Chris and you were friends among yourselves still, but usually when you were with other people you each had your own friends to be around. You sat down next to Anna and Maddy, and you gossiped in hushed voices about what's gonna happen at the party, who broke up with who, and that unflattering shirt Kailee was wearing, just your normal girl talk. Chris was probably talking to his friends about football and skateboards, or whatever it was boys talked about. Honestly, you were never too bothered to ask.

The room filled out a little more and Jenna came back with a few cups and bottles of drinks. None of them were alcoholic of course – this was a 7th-grade party after all. She settled down on the carpet with all of you. There was a chorus of "Happy birthday Jenna"s before an awkward silence settled over the room. None of you really knew what to do next.

"So," Jenna started, "anyone has some ideas about what to do?" she said nonchalantly.

There was a little pause for thought before one of the girls, Katie, spoke up. "Oh! There's this game my sister told me about. It's called seven minutes in heaven," she said with a smug smile. Katie was one of the only kids with older siblings who actually told her things, which made her the pinnacle of knowledge among the girls. "Do you have an empty bottle, Jenna?"

Katie explained the rules of the game. "Every time someone spins the bottle and needs to be in a closet or like, a small space, with whoever it lands on for seven whole minutes, no takebacks! And it has to be boys with girls," she smiled. "My sister told me that sometimes people kiss inside the closet. Once two of her friends went in and after seven minutes, they opened the door on them kissing!" she giggled as if letting you all in on a secret. You were all hooked. That sounded like such a big kid's game and you all wanted to play it. You got in a circle, putting on brave faces as Jenna came back with an empty water bottle. "Who wants to go first? You can go into the coat closet outside," Jenna gestured towards the entrance.

Mike, one of Chris's friends puffed out his chest. "I'll go first," he smiled, seemingly confident. He spun the bottle and it landed on Katie. "Well, after you," he smiled as he helped her up.

They went into the closet and you all dispersed into quiet conversations.

"Think they're gonna kiss?" Anna whispered.

"I don't know," Maddy said. "Katie and Mike actually seem like a good couple to me. Something might come out of this."

You nodded and hummed in agreement. You were thinking about whether you wanted that bottle to land on you or not. If it landed on you, would you finally kiss a boy?

Mike and Katie came back. The girl immediately surrounded her and the boys him, questioning in hushed voices: "did you kiss?" "What was it like in there?". But Katie and Mike kept their mouths shut, cryptic smiles on their faces. "Let's continue the game!" Katie finally exclaimed and you all went back to sitting in a circle.

"Who's next?"

"I'll go next," Chris smiled, encouraged by his friends patting him on the back as he reached forward and spun the bottle, your thoughts spinning with it. Would it be weird if Chris kissed another girl before you kissed a boy? An odd feeling coiled in your stomach at the thought.

The bottle finally slowed down, stopping on Mike. "Spin it again!" everyone yelled.

"Alright, alright," Chris laughed as he spun the bottle once more. It slowed down again stopping on you this time. You haven’t even thought about that. Would kissing Chris be the solution to your earlier question?

The room filled with whispers. Chris and you were friends, everyone knew that. But some people have previously asked you if you weren't, you know, more than that. Boyfriend and Girlfriend. You denied every time – that's ridiculous, you've known each other since you were five, the usual.

Chris' cheeks reddened a little as he got up, gesturing for you to go first like Mike did before. You smiled a little shyly at him and went on, and he followed you into the dark closet. All of a sudden you felt aware of your limbs, and how little space you had to stand in.

"So… we have like seven minutes to pass. What do you wanna do?" you asked, trying to ease the tension.

"Do you think Katie and Mike kissed?" he asked out of the blue. You frowned, thinking it over. "I don’t know," you finally shrugged, "why?"

"Cause if they did, they're totally gonna hold it over us. Like, feel superior, ya know?"

"Guess you're right." You looked up at him and shrugged once more. He was already so much taller than you.

"What if we kissed? Just like, to keep them from getting too annoying about it," he quickly added.

"Well, whatever," you smiled.

He leaned down and your lips touched for a brief moment before you both pulled away, avoiding each other's eyes.

"That wasn't so bad," you said teasingly, trying to lighten up the atmosphere. Nothing happened right? That was your first kiss, but it doesn't mean you and Chris need to stop being friends or anything. It was just to keep your friends in check.

"Yeah," he said and you both laughed awkwardly.

Your friends came to your rescue, opening the closet when the time was over.

The party continued and you had fun. You played some other games, and you were with your friends – it was great. You could officially say your first party without parents was a success.

When your mom came to pick you up you and Chris chatted in the car as if nothing happened. You didn’t tell anyone you kissed Chris, not even your mom. Just at night, when you went to sleep, you whispered into your pillow – I had my first kiss today.

16 years old

You knocked on Chris' room door, notebook in hand. "Come in!" he yelled from inside. You came in, closing the door behind you and flopped down on the bed next to Chris, who was watching Top Gun for like the hundredth time. "Hey, Chris cross applesauce," you greeted as you extended to notebook to him.

"You know saying that is longer than just Chris, right?" he scoffed, taking the notebook from your hand.

"I know, but it's catchier," you said and smiled stubbornly. "Aren’t you tired of that movie already?"

"It's one of the greatest movies of all time," he said absently, trying to both copy your homework and keep enough of his focus on the movie.

"Whatever. Don’t you ever do your homework yourself?" you teased him. "Why would I when you do yours so well?" he smiled cheekily and you rolled your eyes.

"You're gonna have to start doing your homework sometime. Anyway, did anyone reply to you yet?" you asked, genuinely interested. A while back Chris told you he wanted to be an actor. At first, you were doubtful. You've seen him in school plays and such and you knew he enjoyed doing them, but you knew acting could be a tough career. It was also one he would probably pursue away from home, which was weird – you were so used to Chris living across the street from you almost your whole lives. But then you saw how serious he was about this you knew you had to support him in his dream. He sent out a letter to a few summer internships in New York, and he was waiting on answers.

"Actually yes!" Chris jumped up and grabbed a piece of paper from his desk and handed it to you. You read it quickly, mumbling beneath your breath, "we want to offer you an internship…" you finished reading the letter and smiled at Chris, who was beaming back at you. "That's amazing!" you hugged him without a second thought. You caught Chris by surprise but he quickly wrapped his hands around you. You pulled away, looking down and smiling shyly.

"Yeah, everyone here was really excited to hear about it. I'm surprised you didn’t hear us from your place," Chris laughed, and then his smile turned bitter. "There was one person who wasn't so happy. We broke up." You sent him a sympathetic look. His girlfriend was bitching for a while, you weren't surprised they broke up, but you were still bummed for Chris. When you broke up with your boyfriend a few months ago, Chris was there for you and you intended to do the same.

"Well, I guess you're gonna spend your summer in New York, surrounded by hot girls and tons of shops. Can’t say I'm jealous about the hot girls part, but I wish I could go shopping in New York."

Chris laughed. "I am gonna be working, you know. Earn my money. So I doubt how much of the girls or the shops I'll be seeing."

"Hot secretaries," you argued wittily and he laughed once more, the sound filling your heart with pride; you made it happen. You just wanted your best friend to be happy. "You have a point," he admitted, smiling smugly, and then, "What's that letter? I can’t tell if it's an 'i' or an 'l'." He pointed to your notebook.

"Shut up, that's clearly an 'r'!"

"That's what you call a clear 'r'? It just looks like a straight line!"

You swatted his arm and he laughed. "You should be thankful you're getting my homework anyways." You raised your eyebrows at him. "I am," he said, his blue eyes meeting yours. "I'll be even more thankful if you wrote a better 'r' though," he smirked. You took out your tongue at him and you both laughed.

You were happy for Chris, but you had a hard time picturing summer without him.

20 years old

At 20 years old, you were finally in LA for the first time in your life. The City of Angels did not disappoint, filled with beautiful people and huge lavish houses. You liked NYC better, but you had to admit LA had its charm.

Chris and you were sitting in the corner of a dimly lit Italian restaurant, eating your pasta bowls in companionable silence.

"So, excited for tomorrow?" you asked, smiling at him from across the table.

"More like terrified," he chuckled as if joking, but you knew him well enough to know he was actually nervous. You reached your hand across the table to rest on his, comforting him. "I'm sure it's gonna be great. The only thing I'm worried about is that now you're becoming a movie star and you're gonna forget about us," you added jokingly. To be honest, you knew you shouldn't really be worried about that; Chris was too good to pull something like that. But deep down you couldn't help feeling like he's going off on his own, that he's going to disappear from your life.

Like you read him, Chris knew how to read you. "You know that would never happen," he turned his hand palm up and squeezed yours. "Yeah, I know," you smiled. "You're always gonna be just… Chris cross applesauce." You giggled and he rolled his eyes at you.

"Still stubborn on that I take it," he huffed.

"Always," you winked and he laughed. "But anyway, I'm excited to see you play a jock. I'm sure it would be great," you smiled smugly.

"Oh god," he buried his face on his hands and you laughed. "I'm never gonna hear the end of this, am I?"

"Probably not," you laughed.

"Ugh," he groaned. "And there's this one scene… whatever, I guess you'll see it tomorrow. Why did I agree to this?"

"You mean this as in this movie or as in bringing me to watch it?" you asked, amused and curious about what scene he was talking about.

"Everything."

"Well, that's your problem I guess, can’t resist the opportunity to do the things you love," you laughed, and then realized what you just said. "Oh my god that came out so wrong!" you put your face in your hands while Chris laughed. "I meant like, acting," you clarified as you laughed along with him.

"I know," he said and smiled, his eyes shining with mirth and… well, love. But that was normal – you've known each other for fifteen years; you wouldn't have stayed friends if you didn’t love each other. It was a given, you never had to say it. But it was a constant that comforted you many times.

You smiled back, and your eyes were probably shining with love as well.

26 years old

There was a knock at your room door. You looked at the clock beside your bed; 1 am. Who could it be at that hour?

You opened the door in your pajamas, still weary from your interrupted sleep. You saw Chris, who was breathing heavily and quite honestly looking like shit, as much as Chris could be.

"What’s going on?" you asked, brows furrowing as you guided him in to sit on the bed. His breathing hitched and you saw tears shining in his eyes. He shook his head, and you noticed his body was shaking as well. You sobered up, putting your hands on his cheeks and guiding his gaze to yours. "Chris, just breathe with me, okay? Match your breathing to mine and we can breathe together. That’s right, everything's fine. You're okay." You kept breathing slowly, encouraging him to match his breathing to yours. You've never seen Chris have an anxiety attack, you didn't even know he had them, but you knew what they were, obviously.

You helped Chris calm down and he closed his eyes, clearly keeping in tears. You wrapped your hands around him in a tight hug and put his head on your shoulder. He sobbed into your shoulder, burying his head in the crook of your neck. You sat there for a few minutes until his breathing calmed down completely. You pulled away and your eyes locked with Chris' blue ones.

"What's going on?" you asked softly.

"I just… there's so much going on right now. Which I ought to be thankful for, I guess. And I know it's self-centered, but… I can't help but feel like all of these eyes are on me. And I," he took a breath, " I might not have all that much going on later. You know how it is- you never know what your next project will be, and I'm not that good anyway. So, I could disappoint them. I'm so grateful for what I have, but the possibilities to fail are overwhelming." You looked at him sympathetically. "But that's just a spoiled thing to say I guess," he added quickly and chuckled, as if dismissing it. "I have pretty much all that I could ask for and I'm still complaining." His head hung low, his gaze boring into the floor and your heart broke for him.

"Chris," you nudged his head up to yours. "You are amazing, and you are entitled to your own problems. The fact is, it is stressful. And you're not undermining other people's problems – I know you don't, you’re one of the kindest people I know. So, if you need help, panic attacks might be a good sign to go and ask for it. If you're in too deep with your own problems, you can't help the people around you."

"Panic attacks?" he looked puzzled.

You raised your brow at him, sending him a questioning look. "Yeah, that's what it seemed like."

"It just happened, like, a couple of times until now, and I'm sure-"

"Chris." You cut him off, "Even if they weren't you should still talk to someone about what’s stressing you out. Okay?"

"Yeah, I guess when I-"

"No, no postponing this," you cut him off once more. "Tell you what. I'll find someone, and once I do, you're going. Promise?"

He looked down, considering what you said, no doubt thinking you were going a little crazy about this. You didn’t care. Over the years, you've seen and heard enough about what anxiety does to people, and you couldn't let that happen to someone you loved.

"Promise." he finally looked up at you.

"Good." You hugged him once more, and it wasn't long before your eyes were drooping low, Chris' as well. You nudged him and you both fell onto the bed, tired out.

You woke up in Chris' arms the next morning. Somehow he managed to become the big spoon during the night. You untangled yourself from his arms, silently walking to your computer to start your search.

You were determined to help your best friend.

28 years old

"Hey there, Chris cross applesauce!" you said, hugging him briefly and sitting down beside him at his kitchen table. "What's up? You sounded nervous on the phone."

He chuckled at your antics. "You know how I was on the fence about taking the Cap role, right?"

"Yeah, I also know I told you to take it and that you'd be the perfect Captain America and you pretty much ignored me." That was a bit of a downplay of the many conversions you had about the topic, which were a little more serious than this. "What about it?"

"I took it," he grinned.

Your mouth literally shifted into an O shape and you gasped. "Are you kidding me? Is this a joke or are you for real right now?"

He shook his head. "It's for real."

"Oh my god, Chris that's amazing! I'm so proud of you!" your smile was so wide you thought your cheeks were going to rip. You hugged him tightly, practically squealing. You pulled away slightly, your face staying close to his. "That was a really brave thing to do. You're gonna be so great!"

"Yeah," he smiled timidly. "There is one more brave thing I haven't done yet, and I definitely should have."

"What, you wanna go bungee jumping?" you chuckled.

"Scarier." And before you had the chance to reply, he crashed his lips into yours, still managing to kiss you softly.

It felt like something inside you finally clicked. Suddenly you remembered everything and you realized; you've loved Chris for years. How could you not? He was your person, always in your corner, and you always in his. You rationalized that it was friendship, but deep down you knew this was more. You remembered the day of your first kiss, and how you could've just told your friends that you kissed and it would've had the same effect. No other kiss made you feel this light and giddy, until now. When Chris kissed you, it felt right. The missing piece was there all along.

You pulled apart, your breaths heaving. Your eyes met his, a smile creeping onto both of your faces. "I-" Chris started, but you cut him off, "I know," you bit your lip, "me too."

Your lips touched once more, more tentative than before, taking your time to explore each other. Time seemed to slow, leaving you both in a bubble of your own. You and Chris were always in a bubble when you were together, now you just gathered the courage to call it what it is – love.

31 years old

You looked in the mirror and took a deep breath. If you were nervous, Chris is probably terrified right now. But you knew it was good terrified.

You took in your white-clad form in the mirror. In spite of your nerves, you couldn’t keep the smile off of your face. 25 years of memories weren't nearly enough, but you fondly remembered each and every one of these memories. And you were ready to make a lot more if you could do it with Chris by your side.

You took one more steadying breath as you got ready to walk down the aisle. Today was the day; you were finally getting married.

Finally seems like an understatement. Looking back, you probably fell in love with Chris the moment he offered his hand to you when you were five. It just took you a little time to realize it.

And so, your heart swelling with love and a beam on your face, you were getting married to the love of your life.

39 years old

"Happy birthday baby," you whispered as you both woke up, the sun hitting your face.

"Thanks," Chris murmured as he buried his face in your neck to kiss you, his voice deep from the night's sleep.

"Mommy! Daddy! I can't find my bow!" Ella, your 2-year-old screamed from her room.

"Guess the kids are awake," Chris said in a disappointed tone and you chuckled.

You both got up and went to face the day – like you did so many things since that day thirty-odd years ago – together.

#chris evans x reader #chris evans #chris evans headcanon #chris evans fluff #chris evans imagine #chris evans birthday #happy birthday chris evans #not another teen movie #captain america #steve rogers

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theonethatwatchesalotofshows · 4 years ago

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Ranking every teen drama I've watched

I have gotten really into teen dramas lately, because it's quarantine I can't go out and have fun, but I can still watch other people my age going out and having fun and doing things I don't get to do. Anyway I haven't seen all teen dramas, I was never interested in supernatural ones, so you won't find Vampire Diaries and similar shows on this list.

From worst to best:

The Secret Life of the American Teenager

I will never understand how this show ran for five seasons. It will forever remain a mystery to me. This show is so bad it's good. The writing resembles a wattpad story, Amy's pregnancy is inconsistent (like how was she five months pregnant for like five or six episodes, aren't the episodes supposed to be set a week apart?), the acting is bad (that is not to say that Molly Ringwald or Shailene Woodley are bad actresses, obviously they're not, I'm talking about Amy's sister that has the same facial expression no matter what her mood is supposed to be), some of the views this show expresses are very old-fashioned and damaging (the madonna-whore binary, the fact that they can't even utter the word abortion) and every single male character on this show is a creep and a cheater. I can't believe I watched like thirteen episodes of this. I will never get that time back.

Weirdest moment: "I'm a whore!" "Well, you're my whore." (Was this supposed to be romantic??)

Best moment: none

Glee

This is going to be unpopular and don't get me wrong, I like Glee, but I feel like the writers put much more thought into the musical numbers than the storylines. Again, Quinn's pregnancy is inconsistent (but I'm starting to think TV shows are always inconsistent about pregnancies), the characters don't look like they're in high school at all, the cheerleaders wear their uniforms 24/7 for no reason (Quinn even wore it to her sonogram, like seriously?) the whole celibacy club thing is weird and Mr Schue is a terrible teacher. However, the visuals and the musical numbers are great, Sue Sylvester is iconic (albeit also a terrible teacher) and some of the scenes are really emotional (Kurt singing I Wanna Hold Your Hand made my sister cry) so overall, it's pretty good.

Weirdest moment: Finn praying to grilled cheese (what??)

Best moment: Quinn giving birth to Bohemian Rhapsody, Kurt singing I Wanna Hold Your Hand

Dawson's Creek

I LOVE their 90s' outfits and Joey and Pacey are really otp material, but I just can't stand Dawson! He got mad that Joey didn't tell him about his mother's affair, as if it was her place to get involved. She was 15! It's understandible she didn't want to get tangled into that mess. He also slut-shamed Jen in a really gross way. He literally stopped talking to her for a day when he found out she isn't a virgin. Why are both Joey and Jen into this guy?? This would've been a much better show if it was called Joey's Creek or Pacey's Creek.

Weirdest moment: the way Dawson's mom confessed her affair to her husband. I don't think any irl human would use this choice of words. Also that scene where Dawson's father was teaching him how to kiss while Joey was watching. Cringe.

Best moment: any time Joey and Pacey are bickering. My shipper heart!

Pretty Little Liars

I loved the book version of this, but the TV version seems way too dramatic. First of all, they romanticized Aria and Ezra's relationship (ewww) and made the whole thing seem much more overdramatic. I don't know how to explain it, I mean the books are also dramatic but the TV show somehow took it to a whole new level. None of the girls look like they're in high school, but I love the way they dress and do their makeup. It's almost as though the writers put more thought into their outfits than storylines. I still loved watching it until Netflix took it off, though.

Weirdest moment: Spencer somehow trying to block A's number from her laptop in the middle of a park and then being confused that it didn't work. Weren't you supposed to be the smart one, Spencer?

Best moment: Haleb in the shower, hiding from Hanna's mom.

Skins

This is a classic. Effy is iconic (I somehow heard about her even before watching Skins) and the musical number at the end of season 1 was out of nowhere but still somehow fit perfectly into the story. I also give this show point for being one of the few TV shows where teen characters are actually played by real life teens. They look their age, talk their age (no "I reject reality" or other cringy lines like that) and aren't unrealistically perfect like characters from American teen dramas tend to be. They look like people you might actually meet in high school. However the show loses points for all the continuity errors (are 8 episodes supposed to be the whole school year??) and the number of unneccessary death/tragic accidents. It seemed kind of over-the-top and unneccessarily dark and brutal at times.

Weirdest moment: Chris's graphic death

Best moment: Wild World

Euphoria

The Gen Z American version of Skins, but with better visuals. Much better. I loved the aesthetic, the colors, the lighting and glitter. Zendaya's a great actress and I give this show points for casting an actual trans actress in the role of Jules. However I find it weird that all guys on this show are complete irredeemable assholes (except of Jules's dad and Ethan that is). Are we supposed to just root for the girls and not the guys? Also I find it hard to believe that any of these characters are actually 16/17. They have sex all the time (yeah teenagers have sex sometimes but on this show they treated Kat as some kind of a chaste nun for being a virgin at 16) and have seemingly no rules and no curfew. It would've been much more believable if they were in college.

Weirdest moment: Nate breaking into Tyler's house, beating him up and then taking a shower. The audacity this guy has!

Best moment: "You did this to me!" and Rue having an anxiety attack on the stage in theater class

Gossip Girl

I know this is also an unpopular opinion, because many claim Gossip Girl is the best teen drama ever, but for me it just got way too soapy as the seasons went on. The first two seasons were believable, even though they didn't really look like they were in high school, but after that it was just more and more weird plot points. I will give this show points for the fashion (I mean Blair's headbands and school uniform inspired a fashion line), the acting ("I killed someone"- iconic) and the choice of background music (Nate and Serena kissing to Paparazzi, Thanksgiving with Watcha Say). Despite the wild twists and turns of events, I just had to keep watching because this show had me hooked.

Weirdest moment: Bart Bass somehow flying off the building for no reason (seriously, what he did there had no logical explanation and defied laws of physics), Dan being Gossip Girl, Bart faking his death and returning more evil than before, Serena becoming Gossip Girl, the affidavit, everyone randomly stopping going to college... there are so many but Bart takes the cake I guess

Best moment: the Thanksgiving flashbacks from season 1, Dan placing a plastic crown on Blair's head

Freaks and Geeks

This is one of the few shows where high school is depicted realistically. It's not all glitter and parties and not everyone has sex and does drugs. Okay, I admit, the bullying was over the top and it was weird how no adults cared but other than that, it was pretty spot-on. It was emotional without being too dramatic and far-fetched and also had funny moments. Yes some of the characters may have been stereotypes but at least the show seemed self-aware of that. It's truly a shame we only got 18 episodes of this show, while The Secret Life of the American Teenager somehow got five seasons??? I don't get it.

Weirdest moment: when Cindy suddenly got super mean once she started dating Sam

Best moment: Daniel showing up at Kim's doorstep, Sam breaking down in tears in the end of 'Garage Door'

Gilmore Girls

I'm not sure this one counts as a teen drama, maybe it's more of a dramedy but I'm still including it here. It's funny, the dialogue is witty and full of obscure pop-culture references and the relationships between generations complex. Same as with Freaks and Geeks, the portrayal of high school is pretty realistic. Characters are shown studying and taking tests and not just partying all the time. However the show loses points for getting weirdly soapy in the 7th season. The dialogue wasn't as good and the camera angles were soap opera like and the storylines weren't very good either. You could really tell the show changed show-runners. The earlier seasons are the best. It's hard to explain but something about them feels cozy like a warm blanket and a cup of hot chocolate on a rainy day.

Weirdest moment: Lorelai marrying Chris and then making the whole "you're the man I want to want" speech, Lorelai defending and loving Dean for no reason

Best moment: Rory's graduation speech, Rory yelling at Chris and calling him out for not having been there for her, Then She Appeared, "Yes Emily, you may go first"... there are so many!

#teen dramas #the secret life of the american teenager #glee #dawson's creek #pll #skins #euphoria #gossip girl #freaks and geeks #gilmore girls #i would've included the oc but i havent seen enough of it yet

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nimmy22 · 3 years ago

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A Mistake: Chapter 12

~ The following day, Saturday ~

"Do something, Wesker! These fucking imbeciles at the papers are starting to question my competence as chief all because of a pathetic group of boys you can't seem to dispose of." Irons seethed, slamming his cup of whisky on the desk, knocking his nameplate to the ground.

Wesker gave nothing away of his emotions, save for a tick in his brow. His hands craved to wrap around Irons’ neck, giving it a swift snap. It's how he felt most of his days at the station. Irons was replaceable. The man didn't realize just how worthless he was to Umbrella. His replacement could arrive this very afternoon.

"We are working on finding the gang's nest. The big players keep using young boys for the jobs but tell them nothing about insider information. There are too many eyes watching us right now. We cannot use any special means to dispose of the group in order avoid questions."

"Just Do your fucking job right. I can't stand the news conferences anymore. the journalist's questions make me look laughable." Irons clutched his glass, throwing it hard against the wall. Tapping a finger on the armrest, Wesker didn't bat an eye at the behavior of the chief of police. One couldn't expect much from such a lowly creature.

"You seem to forget why Umbrella put me as captain of STARS. It isn't to keep up your public appearance but to protect theirs. I'm not the one who isn't doing his job. Deal with the journalists while I handle the little boy scouts." pushing back his chair, Wesker made sure to leave deep grooves on the freshly varnished floors. The scraping sound was like music to his soul. He didn't miss the deathly glare on his way to the door like hot iron rods.

Returning to the STARS office, Wesker ignored the gossiping of Chris and Jill about the newest trouble between their captain and Irons. Shutting the door to his office, he took a seat behind his desk. Through the office blinds, he eyed each present member of STARS. of course, no one was getting any work done, lazing around the office, making meaningless bets.

This simply will not do.

It was time they did some undercover work, gathering information about Raccoon city's newest crime family. These boy scouts wouldn't last long around here, especially since they fell on the radar of the real monsters in the shadows of Raccoon.

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She sat alone on the staircase, elbows resting on her knees, wondering how the hell she got here. The house was familiar to her. How many times has she looked after Sherry here? Still, it felt strange. It was his space, and she was invading it.

This was now supposed to be her home. The place gave no hints as to who lived here, lacking any personal touch. It was likely the work of an anterior designer following the most fashionable trends. The home of a bachelor.

Speaking of Wesker, he left after dumping her here last night and vaguely pointing her towards the guest room with a 'help yourself' to any food. As always, he gave her the bare minimum of info, not that she asked what he was up to. She didn't care whether he spent the night hiding bodies or doing legitimate police work. She was too terrified to sleep under the same roof, only a few walls apart. Does the man ever sleep? Shower? Eat?

She won't lie. She was glad Wesker left. But even with him gone, she couldn't stop thinking about what happened. More so the kiss than almost becoming a guinea pig. It was a lot to process, and she couldn't even begin.

For the nth time, she forcibly pulled her fingers away from her lips, scolding herself for replaying the memory again. This man was absolute bad news. She needed to get out of the house, and an incoming call from Claire had her scrambling to answer as quickly as possible. Her friend presented an idea, and Cara was all too grateful to join in.

Pulling up Wesker's name in the contacts, Cara's fingers hovered over the letters, unsure of what and how much to tell him. Where did they stand? Did he really mean everything, or was it a trick? Was she free to leave? Did he give up completely on the idea of killing her?

"Going out with Claire. I will be back late." she texted, fully knowing a lot of info was missing. But it's not like he ever gave her a ton.

"Stay out of trouble.' came a replay moments later.

The words were unsaid, but Cara definitely heard them. 'I don't have time to drop everything and run over to the rescue each and every time you get in trouble,'

'I asked for help only once. The other time's nobody asked you to come.' Cara grumbled but deleted what she wrote. she could've gotten herself out of those situations...with a little bit of thinking. Actually, a lot of thinking.

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Cara had to walk several blocks away from Wesker's house to prevent suspicion. If by any chance, Claire knew the address of her brother's captain, it would be a hole she did not want to leap into.

Standing in front of an old bookstore, she waited for her friend. The building was slightly rundown, its walls covered in graffiti, but the owners were a kind elderly couple. They pushed discounts her way, and she was guilted to buy something. She ended up buying a useless cat plushie toy after seeing that most books were non-fiction or raunchy romance novels. She would rather die than have Wesker coming across an erotic novel lying around his house.

She stared at the plushie as she leaned against the wall outside the shop. Cara considered giving it to Sherry the next time they met. This would be the first present she ever gave the young girl, and she could almost imagine the excitement on Sherry's face. It made her smile.

A helicopter passed overhead, sleek black and adorned with the Umbrella white and red symbol. Cara watched the chopper get smaller and smaller until it disappeared, heading in the direction of the Arkley mountains. she wondered about their business up there was. Looking around, no one else seemed to notice nor care. Maybe it was best to keep all knowledge to herself.

Seeing a familiar redhead and a motorcycle, Cara waved as Claire pulled up, handing her a helmet.

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The barn smelled of sweat, dust, and old wood. The unmistakable smell of alcohol was thick in the air as it was passed around freely in cheap red plastic cups. She recognized kids from school, but many more were older, likely from Raccoon university. A light disco machine was nailed to the wall, casting the barn in a series of flashing lights. Tall Straw piles of hay distributed across the barn ensured there was no shortage of dark corners for people to disappear to. For a moment, Cara considered hiding in the straw and then going home when the party was over. But seeing the sparkle in Claire's eyes about hanging out with her best friend threw the idea out the window. With a sigh, she followed her friend.

Over the course of the night, the girls danced and drank, carefree. A blond-haired boy was staring at her, Cara noticed. He attempted to walk up to her but turned around before getting within ten feet. He tried multiple times but always chickened out despite his friends constantly cheering him on. Claire thought it was cute and refused to stop openly staring at him and giving a thumbs up. Cara swatted Claire's hands before holding them behind her back in a pretend arrest, pushing her against the straw pile.

"Sorry Officer! I was just trying to help you get laid," Claire giggled. "I hope you're into blonde's though,"

"This is so embarrassing. Stop, or I'm leaving," Cara snapped, feeling a blush heat her face as Wesker crossed her mind. Fuck, why now?

"Oh? so you are into blondes," Claire's smile was cunning. "Let me help you,"

"No. Bad Claire, bad, bad girl. No treats for you tonight." Cara scolded, Stealing the can of beer her friend stole from a guy before cracking it open and downing its contents. She wouldn't yet consider herself drunk, just pleasantly buzzed.

The boy ran off again. Cara felt bad for him and was actually tempted to go up to him instead. His friends kept a steady stream of alcohol into his hand.

"H-hey, " And then he did it, with the help of liquid courage, of course.

For the effort, Cara decided not to openly embarrass him with rejection but not lead him on either. Walking away backward, Claire gave her a thumbs up along with a suggestive motion of the eyebrows, making horrid shapes with her hands. Cara covered her face, hoping to purge the image out of memory. She'll get her back in no time.

Ben was a bit shy at first, but soon they got talking and enjoyed themselves. His hair was a few shades darker and shorter than Wesker's. She didn't have to look up at him as they stood at a similar, comfortable height. Slender and skinny, he would shrink to nothing beside the captain. Cara grimaced, realizing she had been comparing the poor guy to a demon. It wasn't his fault that her mind was occupied with someone way out of her league... the legal kind.

The barn was becoming more and more crowded, and the dancing crowd swallowed them. Sticking out like two sore thumbs, they did their best to dance. Cara felt awkward but seeing the dimples in his smile made her feel better even as it became a tighter fit among the crowd. They had to dance closer lest they got separated.

She wondered what it would feel like to dance with Wesker. He seemed like the sophisticated type. The awkward moves of a teenager would never be adequate for him. Did he ever do anything that was remotely recreational? What do villains even do in their spare time? Manipulating the feelings of underage girls looks like. What stupid, stupid thoughts.

She prayed all these ideas would go away soon, as the thrill of the kiss wore off, and everything went back to normal. Did she want to go back? Why in the world would he like her? she knew who he really was, and he still let her live. Why take the risk with her? she was just a seventeen-year-old. Useless to everyone, with no connections and no money.

Fuck it. Cara refused to think about Wesker anymore tonight. There was a perfectly alright guy in front of her, someone her own age, someone in her league, someone she wouldn't have to hide. Someone who was looking at her with a soft expression, blinking slowly.

Cara placed her hands on either side of Ben's face and pulled him towards her, connecting their lips. He reacted instantly, kissing her back. His hands awkwardly hovered over her arms before stroking them softly.

He was a nice guy, not a terrible kisser, but she hated it. Hated every touch because it wasn't as good as with Wesker. She couldn't stop comparing, and it was frustrating, spurring her to kiss Ben harder.

She continued, out of spite, to kiss the boy who looked at her with affection. in the background, she heard a few boys cheering, likely his friends. This was wrong, very wrong.

A firm hand gave her waist a painful squeeze before it was gone, and she thought it was Ben. Her eyes flew open as she felt a warm breath by her ear. It wasn't Ben.

"If I was not undercover right now, this lesser specimen of a boy would've made some unforgettable acquaintances a lot sooner. You could've done so much better, yet you have chosen to this..." Wesker seethed by her ear, sending shivers down her spine. Her body froze, but Ben didn't pick up the cue. Wesker's muscles were tense as he pressed against her back. She could almost hear the exhale through clenched, grinding teeth.

Then he was gone, slipping through the crowd just as he came. No one notices anything. Cara broke the kiss and shoved Ben away. "I'm sorry, it isn't going to work out." She hurried after Wesker, but he was already lost in the crowd.

She shoved her way through the throngs of people but only managed to find other members of STARS in civilian clothes. None seemed to notice or recognize her. They must've been here on undercover work, but why? she put that question aside as there were more pressing things to worry about.

She felt sick and wanted to throw up, but nothing was coming up. she burst through the doors of the suffocatingly hot bran, raking her hands through her hair. The cool night air hit her heated skin, but she couldn't find relief. She wanted to be swallowed by the ground.

She needed to find Wesker. But then what? Apologize? Apologize for making her own choices? They weren't a couple.

She continued to look for him nevertheless. She walked further from the barn towards an old car junkyard. She thought perhaps a fuming man would need some privacy. A strong feeling in her gut told her this was the right way.

Cara walked far enough from the party that the music was nothing but a distant noise. It was dark and quiet, the perfect place for an assault. If Wesker decided to murder her, no one would find her for at least a week, stuffed in the trunk of a car. If ever.

Grabbed from behind, she was thrown against a car. Sliding to the ground, she cradled her aching arm, squinting in the dark to see her assailant. Wesker kneeled beside her, his civilian clothes dark and expensive.

"Why cut it short? You should've kissed him more while you still can because he will be the last boy you will ever kiss." squeezing her cheeks harshly, he dragged his thumb with heavy pressure over the flesh of her lips, still swollen from kissing Ben.

As Wesker let go of her face, she felt the cold muzzle of a gun pressing against her temple. Her heart skipped a beat, but she glared at him straight in the eye. Daring.

"I don't know what you want from me! You told me to keep out of trouble, and I did. Yet here we are," Cara lied. She knew what he wanted but didn't know why he wanted it.

"Were my intentions not clear enough? Do I have to spell it out for you? But I suppose intelligence was never your strength,"

Wesker pressed the gun harder against her temple, her glare unwavering. "Go ahead. Shoot me. why do you even bother?"

Neither moved, naked eyes locked with no shades between. Cara reached up and pulled the gun out of his hands with ease. He didn't resist, glaring at her with a tense jaw. Looking down, she almost laughed, seeing the safety was still on. This man couldn't bring himself to kill her. It was all a show of intimidation, and she wasn't falling for it. Not anymore.

As she made to stand, his hand pushed her down. Thinking he wanted the gun back, she returned it to his hand and tried to stand. again, he pushed her down. "Can I get up now?" she scowled, staring up at him.

Things happen too quickly for her to process. The hands on Cara's shoulder grabbed her legs, lifting her off the ground as Wesker wrapped her legs around him before slamming her against the car. She was winded, gasping for breath as he watched her with a smirk. She grabbed his arms, digging her nails into his defined muscles.

"You're up now," he whispered before his lips kissed her neck, sucking and nibbling the skin. A moan escaped her lips, and she covered her mouth immediately.

Grabbing both her hands, he pinned them against the car. "I need to clean your mouth of all traces of that boy,"

"Are you going to rinse my mouth with soap or something? This is childish and-" Cara's words settled in a moan as Wesker began grinding a very defined length against her growing sickness. She tightened her legs around his waist, drawing him closer.

Trailing his nose across her skin, he followed the curve of her neck to the ear, taking the lobe between his teeth. She melted against him when his hot tongue entered her ear. His tongue plunged in and out repeatedly like a preview of what he could do to her. Her heart went on an overdrive.

"Just kiss me," Cara breathed, a tension building in her belly. She wanted to taste him. in addition to sparing any additional marks on her neck to hide.

"No,” nuzzling into her neck, he grinded harder against her, earning a series of moans.

"You know who else wouldn't mind kissing me-" Wesker slammed his lips to hers, kissing her roughly, their teeth clashing. Cara melted further, a smile on her lips as her tongue danced with his. She savored everything, The taste of him, softness of his lips, his warmth, and the building friction between their bodies. There was nothing more she wanted.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Three gunshots were fired.

Cara was barely steady on her feet when Wesker dropped her to the ground, his eyes scanning their surroundings. What little they heard of the music was drowned out by distant screams of the partygoers.

"What's happening?" she questioned, grabbing his arm, but his attention was fixed on the barn.

"Stay here," Wesker warned, already talking to someone by an earpiece she hadn't noticed before.

With his gun ready, he took off, running towards the barn. Cara made to follow him but was pulled back towards the car by her hand.

The fucker handcuffed and left her in the middle of a junkyard in the dark.

#resident evil #claire redfield #albert wesker #Albert Wesker X OC #oc

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